Fringe

You have to come back...

Previously on Fringe...

...because you belong with me.

Make the switch.

Welcome back.

Please, let me out of here.

Please, let me out of here!

And our Agent Dunham, has she made contact?

She's on the other side now.

Walter says this tech isn't from here.

They can have an army that can look like anyone they want them to.

The shape-shifter's blood is mercury.

I have everything you need for your new identity.

Careful, their side might be alluring, but, they started the war.

I don't care how long you've been here.

This is my operation, you work for me.

So? What else did you come up with?

And you can't say pirate again.

Definitely a banker.

- A banker? - Mm-hmm.

- Persian Kid Rock? - Yeah.

His long hair is just his link to his individuality.

I think they work together.

Well, she's wearing her sexiest little black dress,

so somewhere deep inside of her,

she was hoping this dinner was about something else.

Not work. But she was wrong.

Yes, she was.

That, however, is truly impressive.

Yeah, he's a little short for her, I'll grant you that.

But not when you stand him on his money.

Careful. Your con man's showing.

I think I just understand transactional needs.

Each party has something the other party wants.

She gets security, he gets her.

We all draw our moral lines in the sand.

And unless you can put yourself in another man's shoes,

I don't think you can really judge their situations.

But look at the body language.

They haven't slept together yet.

No?

You can always tell when a relationship's

about to take that next step.

I had a really nice time tonight.

Me too.

But unfortunately, if I don't get home,

Walter's gonna start wondering where I am.

And then he'll probably start calling the emergency rooms.

- Shall we? - Yeah.

Thanks. Have a good night.

Uh, could you give me a moment?

Yeah, of course. I'll be outside.

Hi, Senator Van Horn.

Hi, girls.

You know, I've been looking for some lemonade all day.

You know where I can find some?

- We're selling lemonade. - You are?

Well, perfect!

Mrs. Van Horn has me running all over town.

I am parched.

Oh, that looks delicious. How much?

- $1.00. - $1.00?

We made it ourselves.

Well, I don't know.

You know, this just might be

the best lemonade I have ever had.

I'll see you, okay?

- Bye. - Bye.

Wait! You forgot your change!

Victim is unresponsive.

Possible head injury.

I don't feel a pulse, doctor. Charge v-fib?

Not yet.

But he has no pulse.

Then why is he still breathing?

- Patricia. - Oh, Phillip.

I heard on the news.

I got here as fast as I could.

How is he?

I don't know. They won't tell me anything.

I want information on James Van Horn.

Prep for intubation and alert the O.R.

O.R. is standing by.

Get me a CBC and tox screen.

- What's his BP? - I'm not getting anything.

He has no pressure.

Start CPR.

What the hell is going on with this guy?

Stand aside, please.

You can't be in here.

Stay here.

Stop right there!

Freeze!

FBI! Drop your weapon!

You, come here!

I will kill her!

Drop your weapon! Do it!

No!

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You can't seriously expect me to believe

that you're okay with this.

Well, William's last wish was that your father

take over this company,

my personal feelings are not at issue.

With a basement lab in Harvard,

Walter was able to open a wormhole

into another dimension

that essentially shredded all the laws of science.

I can't wait to see what he's capable of doing

with a multibillion-dollar corporation.

Your father made some regrettable choices in the past,

but his brilliance is undeniable.

It was that intellect that William Bell believed in.

And frankly, so do I.

It's not his intellect I'm concerned about.

So beautiful,

it is absolutely breathtaking.

Somewhere between pudding and foie gras.

And why do I bring this up? You, with the red hair.

It's black.

I see red. Answer the question.

I'm really not sure

why we're talking about brain physiology.

Dear God.

How can you be so limited?

When William Bell created this company,

he knew one thing to be true.

Brain and the mind are capable of so much.

Don't you see that the brain

is consciousness, hmm?

The mind is God!

There are no limits,

except for those that we impose on ourselves.

Open your eyes. Open, open.

Inspiration is everywhere.

Do you know how lucky you are to play in this sandbox?

My heart is racing. God!

Is anyone else hot in here?

Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Oh, Peter, you're just in time for the good...

Time to put your pants back on, Walter.

We got a case. We have to go.

Of course.

I'll just get my things.

He's a bit unorthodox.

He's also trippin' his brains out right now.

- You know that, right? - Mm.

Van Horn was admitted at 1400 hours.

Newton came in fifteen minutes later

and went on a shooting spree.

Look at that. It's like he's got no fear.

Clearly, Van Horn was an operative of Newton's.

We can only assume Newton knew

Van Horn's identity as a shape-shifter

would be revealed after he was injured in the crash.

So Newton came here to retrieve him.

And when he couldn't, he shut him up.

Oh, in the right light,

your hair looks like strands of lemon diamonds.

He self-medicated this morning.

Don't worry.

I do some of my finest work self-medicated.

Good, because not only was James Van Horn

a sitting U.S. senator with top level clearance,

he was a good man.

I want to know how long ago he was replaced

by a shape-shifter and for what purpose.

I want a full accounting of every committee he sat on,

every classified briefing he had.

Okay. Well, I'll make sure that his office is locked down.

Broyles, if they can get to a sitting senator,

the whole government could be compromised.

I know.

I'm gonna call Dan Gilmore at the CDC

and arrange blood tests for everyone on the hill.

- Dr. Bishop? - Mm-hmm?

Examine the body, see what you can find.

Of course.

I think I'll go examine the body and see what I can find.

- So is it a machine? - No.

Where can I purchase some candy buttons?

Those little candies attached to rolls of paper.

Do they still make those?

I wouldn't know. I try not to eat sugar.

So if it's not a machine, it's human?

Nerve hook.

To answer your question,

it is neither and both.

Part machine,

part organic.

A shape-shifter.

Such an inspired creation.

Frankly, I'm a little envious

that Belly thought of it before I did.

How's it going in here?

You'll be happy to know

that having something to focus on

is calming the vividness of my hallucinations.

I think I'll probably be able to take it from here, Agent.

Thank you.