Fringe

I intend to restore balance to our world.

Previously, on Fringe.

An unstable wormhole that would not close

was quarantined by Fringe Division.

Citizens encased in quarantine amber

have been ruled legally dead.

We gave you the ability to identify

things from the other side.

Was it me who described it as a glimmer?

There's something that I have to talk to you about.

About her, fake Olivia.

When you asked me to come back to this world with you,

- you said... - That you belonged with me.

And so I came back for you,

and we started seeing each other.

I thought she was you, Olivia.

She wasn't me.

How could you not see that?

Now she's everywhere.

She's in my house, my job, my bed.

I don't want to live in my apartment,

and I don't want to be with you.

Okay, we need a secret word

in case I need to make a quick escape.

You'll be fine.

I just don't know what I'm gonna talk about.

Come on, they're my friends.

Just as long as you don't discuss religion or politics.

Oh!

Well, it is lovely weather we're having today.

See? You do smalltalk just as good as anyone.

Evenin', folks. What unit?

Uh, Kimball, 7-C.

- Enjoy. - Thanks.

Oh, is the elevator not working?

No, it's workin'.

Good luck.

Evening, Mrs. Marcello.

Where you heading?

The Schrodinger Hotel, on Flatbush.

You're not leaving too, are you?

I can't take it anymore, Jimmy.

I haven't slept in weeks.

Come on, it's not that bad.

Yet... And I'm not sticking around

to find out how bad it's gonna get.

I'm not spending another minute in this building.

All right, all right. At least let me hail you a cab.

See? I told you know where Brooklyn is.

- Oh, my God. You made it. - Hi.

You must be Chris. It's so nice to meet you.

California bubbly?

Mm, I like him already.

Come in, come in.

Most people are out on the balcony.

Why don't you guys head out,

and I'll get some drinks.

Here, I'll come with you.

Uh, wine?

Surprise me.

He is handsome.

- And sweet and funny. - And your age, finally.

Hey, try some of this chicken. It's amazing.

He's great, and at this point,

we're practically living together.

- Really? - Who are you living with?

- Hey, Rick. - Her boyfriend.

So... Have you given him a section of your closet?

And half the medicine cabinet.

- Rick! - All right.

All right, I'll call the building manager.

Yesterday, the stove comes on completely by itself.

Yeah, now we just need to teach it

to make us breakfast.

Hey! I'm serious. This is not funny.

It's kind of funny.

Yeah.

Sylvia?

Sylvia...

You okay? What's in those?

I don't know, what's it? Some type of barbecue?

Get my... Get my purse!

She's having some kind of allergic reaction!

Go get Chris!

Where's Chris?

- I'm Chris. - Sylvia can't breathe.

She needs her purse.

It's with her coat.

To the Schrodinger, corner of Flatbush...

O.J., fresh fruit...

What's the occasion, Walter?

Oh, nothing special.

But for the past couple of weeks,

no new cases and...

Somehow that has translated into...

Never seeing Olivia.

And I, for one, miss her.

Any reason why you didn't mention this to me last night?

Well, would you believe it slipped my mind?

No, I would not.

You know, Walter,

whatever's happening between Olivia and I...

Or not happening, as the case may be...

Is really between us.

It's none of your concern.

Your happiness is my concern.

And while that's very sweet,

I'm begging you, please...

Don't try and force things, okay?

I'm not forcing anything.

Good morning, Walter.

Yes, it is.

It's good to see you, dear.

So what was so important?

Hmm? Important?

Breakfast.

The most important meal of the day,

and I proved it in 1973.

Blueberry pancakes.

This a Bishop family specialty

best eaten while still warm.

Walter, you didn't have to do this.

That's exactly what I told him.

Ooh, there's something missing.

He wants us to spend time together.

The three of us?

No, just the two.

Walter!

He's not lying, though.

The pancakes are fantastic.

I'm gonna head back to the office.

Olivia.

Look, I don't approve of his methodology,

but... Since we're here,

we might as well take advantage of the situation

and just talk about what's bothering you.

I don't really know what to say.

Look, I know that you still think about her.

I know you had feelings for her.

And that you still do.

And, frankly,

I don't think you've been completely honest with me.

Well, you're right.

I mean, I haven't told you everything.

Mostly because I didn't think that you...

That I could handle it?

I know that you struggle with trust issues.

You have a difficult time letting people in.

Well, I... I'm struggling because the reasons are real.

- I'm not making them up. - I know.

I never wanted to be one of the reasons.

And I still think about her,

because I spent so long imagining

going down that path with you.

Imagining what it would be like

to wake up in a bed next to you.

To sit around, just the two of us

having a cup of coffee, reading the paper.

And then finally, I had it.

I've seen what the two of us together looks like.

And it's beautiful.

Peter, she's the one that took it away from us,

not me.

And now?

Who's the one stopping us now?

Dunham.

Yes, sir. We'll be right there.

I'm gonna go get Walter.

Okay.

Hey, Cupid!

Did my plan work?

Well, if your plan was to make things

even more awkward and painful

between Olivia and I, yeah, worked like a charm.

Perhaps I should have made a frittata.

Six people attending a party

on the seventh floor fell to their deaths last night.

One second, they were standing on the balcony.

They next second, they were hitting the sidewalk.

What, they all jumped?

Like a flash mob...

Of suicide.

But jumpers don't usually take their patio furniture

when they commit suicide.

They find any structural damage

to the balcony they were standing on?

First responders didn't detect anything.

That doorman, Jimmy Smith, was on duty when they fell.

Okay, well, I'll meet you guys upstairs.

Jimmy, I'm, uh, Agent Olivia Dunham.

I was wondering if I could ask you a couple questions

about what happened here last night.

I don't know... I don't know what happened.

I was helping Mrs. Marcello hail a cab and then...

This body just... hit the ground.

Then another and then...

They all just came down.

But at once?

Like they all jumped at the same time?

Maybe it's true what they say about this place.