Fringe

Previously on Fringe...

You nearly died when you were a boy.

I became consumed with saving you.

Walter, I don't remember any of that.

There is more than one of everything.

I have said too much.

I am not supposed to get involved.

What did you people do to us?

Of the children

that William Bell and I experimented on,

you were the first to identify things from the other side.

Was it me who described it as a glimmer?

I've never met anyone who can do the things that you do.

I'll go get my coat.

Please don't tell him.

Our success thus far

should serve as an example of our ability to achieve

that which most can't even imagine.

What you must understand is that, as scientists,

we must embrace every possibility.

No limitations. No boundaries.

There is no reason for them.

Gentlemen...

I would like you to take a look at this.

It's a mobile telephone.

It can be made much smaller, I assure you.

Does this work?

Not here, not yet.

This phone is digital, not analog.

It'll take us 30 years to get up to speed.

I didn't invent it. I wish I had.

Dr. Bishop, we were under the impression

Dr. Bell would be here this evening.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

Dr. Bell is in Europe.

But I am here,

so I can answer any questions you may have.

Dr. Bishop,

is this Russian technology?

It is not. It is quite American.

But...

It is technology from another universe.

An alternate universe

just like ours...

But more advanced in some area.

Are you suggesting you somehow

visited this alternate universe

and acquired this advanced technology?

No, it is exactly impossible to go there.

Then how did you come to possess this?

I copied it.

For the last several years,

William and I have been conducting various experiments

regarding this other universe.

So based on our findings,

we developed a window of sorts,

a way of looking into this neighboring world.

And that is why we are asking for funding.

This is my colleague, Dr. Carla Warren.

Hello, sirs.

This window works

by capturing errant photons

from the universe beside ours.

The window essentially stretches the membrane

between our worlds

and allows us...

to see their image from our side.

You're gonna make some sort of alternate Manhattan appear?

It's already there, General Hames.

Dr. Warren.

At all times,

right in front of our eyes.

We just can't see it.

I'm sure you know

that the original purpose

for the so-called observation deck

of The Empire State Building

was to be a docking station...

for zeppers of course.

Gentlemen,

you are looking through a window...

into another world.

Walter, what are you doing here?

You left me no choice.

You wouldn't answer your telephone,

return my messages.

I tried to communicate.

I need time, okay?

I don't even know...

how to begin to work this out.

I think I do.

Please, Olivia,

I need to explain.

And if you wouldn't mind,

I could use a sip of something, myself.

Have you told Agent Broyles?

No.

But to be honest,

that doesn't mean that I won't.

I always knew that one day I'd have to pay the price

for my deception.

Well, we're not really sure what the cost is yet, are we?

No, I suppose not.

I invented this after William and I learned

that we had doubles on the other side.

Or maybe it was before. I can't remember.

It's a window to the other universe.

I was a different man then.

I was going to change the world.

But you see, after Peter became sick,

none of that seemed to matter anymore.

The illness was genetic.

Savage.

Wasting. I tried everything.

There was simply no hope.

At least... not on this side.

But over there...

They're more technologically advanced.

If the alternate Peter was also sick over there,

then wouldn't his father

be equally motivated to find a cure?

He was.

God help me...

He was.

Any progress?

He's synthesizing a new compound now.

He's using cobalt

and magnesium.

Any idea yet how he's selecting the filtering compounds?

Random, I think.

Chance, fate, luck of the draw.

I've given him a name, Carla.

Hmm? - Walternate.

This is it. This should be the reaction.

No cure.

Perhaps with a higher iodine purification.

Walter Bishop. - Walter?

Elizabeth.

Is he... - Yeah, no, he's... he's fine.

He's... he's all right right now.

But, um...

What?

I think you should come home now, Walter.

I think it's time you came home.

Okay.

Okay.

He looks worse.

Keeps asking for you.

It's not like before.

What is it like?

It's different.

He keeps saying he wants to talk to you.

He says he's worried he won't be able to.

I just can't bear it when you're not here.

You know what I'm doing.

You know where I am 24 hours a day,

7 days a week.

Yes.

I won't give up, Elizabeth.

I can do this.

I need you not to doubt me.

You're supposed to get some rest, great son.

Dad? - Mm?

I've almost got it.

Ooh. Let me show you.

Now...

Slowly...

Watch... one finger at a time.

You show me.

Very good.

I want you to have it,

my lucky silver dollar,

if I die.

Peter...

It's okay.

I'm not scared.

Nothing's going to happen to you.

I promise.

You're going to be just fine.

Okay? Now get some rest.

Okay.

Will you wake me for dinner?

I don't wanna miss it.

You're not gonna miss anything.

You know how much William wanted to be here.

But with the meetings in Berlin...

I don't need to tell you how important they are.

For both of you.

He wanted me to make sure that you know

how terrible he feels.

Yes.

I understand.

I'm glad you came.

We didn't give him a good life.

We didn't. He... he...

He practically never got out of the house.

He was always too sick.

He didn't go to a proper school.

He didn't have any proper friends.

He... he had no family but us.