"Olivia Dunham, Charlie Francis, FBI." "Previously on Fringe:" "You had no choice." "Whatever that was, it wasn't Charlie." "You've been through quite an ordeal." "What's this?" "Sam Weiss, the man who helped put me back together." "Take the shoes off now." " I just got here." " Come back tomorrow." "By then I'll have found you the perfect bowling ball." "I was told that you could fix me." "Take care, Agent Dunham." "We're closed." "I think I owe you a thank-you." "I got my memories back from the accident." "So I figured I wouldn't be needing these." "Who died?" "You and your partner, Charlie, were pretty close, huh?" "I guess getting your memory back wasn't your only problem." "Oh, of course I have problems but the problems I have, I can handle." "Yeah, sure you can." "You know, if you ask me, what you need right now is something to help you with everything you've been going through." "Something to help you make sense of it all." " Like bowling?" " Well, what do you know?" "She makes a joke." "No, I got another project for you." "Yes, like bowling, you're gonna think I'm full of it but here's the thing, Olivia." "Whether you admit it or not your life is something of a nightmare." "I hope you don't have anything against the color red." "Jeez, Greg, Carl's really pissed off at you." "What did you do, man?" "You better get in there." "I'm going." "Finally." "We've been waiting." "Are you okay?" "BOSS:" "Don't worry, whatever happened, we'll take care of it." "It will all go away." "Leiter!" "You know how much trouble you've caused me?" "I am going to destroy you." "What the hell?" "Greg, are you crazy?" " Oh, you can bring that in here, please." " Hang on." "Walter." " What are you doing?" " I'm making my bed." "I've got a fireplace to keep me warm and if I get hungry in the night, the kitchen is only 13 steps away which is a prime number and a sign of good fortune." "You know that you have a bedroom, right?" "Upstairs." "Oh, I know what you're thinking." "Don't worry, son." "I promise to wear my shorts to bed so if you bring any young ladies home there won't be any embarrassing moments." "Knock, knock!" "Agent Farnsworth." "Welcome to our new home." " Thank you." "Oh." "Oh, a housewarming..." "I love presents." " Hey." " Walter, come on." "Italian ciabatta bread?" " Very impressive, Walter." " Yes." "It's for good luck." " I brought something for you too." " Oh, you shouldn't have." "Agent Dunham sent this over." "A man kills his boss, doesn't remember and then he has this really crazy thing with his eyes." "It says there's video surveillance." "I saw it." "Whatever was happening to that man, it wasn't normal." " Do I eat it or keep it?" " I suppose whichever you'd like." "Pack a bag, Walter." "We're going to Seattle." "Thank you." "There you go." "Do you have a card?" "In case we need a ride while we're in town." "Thank you." "DETECTIVE:" "Thanks for coming out." "We brought Mr. Leiter here around 6 last night." "We haven't managed to get anything out of him." " He hasn't been cooperative?" " He hasn't been responsive." " We only just managed to wake him up." " Wait." " He's been asleep for 16 hours?" " Like he was drugged." "The doctors only managed to wake him up a few minutes ago." "Peter, I don't wanna go in there." "I'd rather stay out here." "Sure." "Can you tell us what happened, Mr. Leiter?" "It doesn't make sense." "I remember driving to work from lunch, pulling into the garage." "And then I was on the floor in Carl Langdon's office." "They were holding me down." "And there's nothing else that you remember from yesterday?" "Nothing unusual?" " You're gonna think I'm crazy." " Try me." "The office..." "It was like the office was infiltrated by these creatures." "And Carl, he was their leader." "He had horns like some demon." "I know, it sounds nuts." "Almost like I'm dreaming, like it was..." "Mr. Leiter?" " Mr. Leiter?" " Walter." "DETECTIVE:" "What is it?" "MRS. LEITER:" "Greg?" "DETECTIVE:" "Can't go in, Mrs. Leiter." "MRS. LEITER:" "What's happening to him?" " Greg!" "DETECTIVE:" "Mrs. Leiter, please." "No." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God, no." "Greg." "No!" "No!" "That's odd." "He's warm." "He should be cooler by now." "The oven." " I think we forgot to turn it off at home." " We've never even turned it on." "You sure?" "We never turned the oven on, we did not leave the front door unlocked and the toaster is not gonna burn the house." "What's going on?" "You've been acting weird." "My apologies, we're waiting on the tox screen." "But the blood CBC is..." "Severe thyroxine deficit, curiously high levels of adrenal hormones?" "How did you know that?" "Shock-induced achromotrichia and hyperkeratotic skin lesions and clear signs of dehydration." "It seems that this man died of acute exhaustion." "That doesn't make any sense." " Human beings can't die of..." " Not that we're aware of, no." "But it has been documented in rats." "I need this body taken back to my lab." " Your lab?" " In Boston, Massachusetts." "Walter, whatever you need, I'm sure they have it here." "Would you excuse me, doctor?" "Peter, I need to go home." " I don't like it here." " Walter..." " This city has a smell." " Walter..." "It's wet." "It reminds me of St. Claire's, the mental institution where I lived." "Peter, I want to go home." "You stay." "Help Agent Dunham." "Okay." "We'll find someone to take you home." "Thank you." "Seems pretty harmless." "Looks can be deceiving." "Buddy, I've been with the bureau for three years." "Flying your father home shouldn't be a problem." "Right." "You'll wanna keep a Sudoku pad handy." "There's a copy of Planck's book on entropy in his backpack." "That should keep him busy." " Under no circumstances let him drink." " Bit of a tippler, huh?" "At any given time, there's a half-dozen psychotropic drugs in his system." "So drinking, it's not a good idea." "Thank you, doctor." "You know, I really appreciate your cooperation." "Yeah, no problem." "Do you have a business card?" "So that I can send you a copy of the results." "Of course." "Thank you." "No." "You can't put the body in feet-first." "Lunatics." "Out, out, out!" "You think he'll be all right?" "Walter or Agent Kashner?" "MRS. LEITER:" "Greg used to call me every day after lunch." "When he didn't call, I knew something was wrong." "But there had?" "There had been no change in his behavior recently?" "He was a little more tired than usual, but he'd been working a lot." "But no illnesses?" "No hallucinations?" "No, not at all." "I can't believe he's gone." "Mrs. Leiter did your husband have any sleep issues?" "These books:" "A Guide to Sleep Disorders  Understanding Sleep..." "He used to sleepwalk." "Sometimes he'd wake up in the kitchen, having cooked a whole meal." " Was he ever violent?" " No." "No, never." "And he was cured." "He had seen a few specialists." "He hadn't had an episode in six months." " We'll need the names of those doctors." " Did he by chance keep a sleep journal?" "Yeah." "Would you like to see it?" "Yes, please." "Just in time, dear." "Help me with this infernal body bag." "KASHNER:" "This is Agent Kashner." " Walter, it's almost midnight." "KASHNER:" "Yes, I'll hold." " The flight back was invigorating." "The turbulence over Ohio was like being in the belly of a seizing whale." "I screamed like a little girl." "I'm sure that went over well with the rest of the passengers." "No, it's Bishop." "B-l-S-H-O-P." "Yes, we got the body." " What's that about?" " They detained our bags." "Raw milk?" "No, I'm pretty sure Dr. Bishop wouldn't have packed a bottle of raw..." " Milk." "Yes, I understand it's against the law." "I'm a federal agent." "That's odd." "Nine stitches." "Surgical." "There's no reason for an incision there." "Astrix, my small bone saw, please." " Astrid." " Yeah?" "Dr. Bishop, I'm sorry, but those bags won't be available to us until morning." "That's..." "That's okay." "In fact, you can assist us in removing his scalp." "Once you get used to the smell, it's really quite something." "Come." " Hey." " Hey." "Didn't wake you, did I?" " What?" " Cute." "Except in my case, I actually graduated." "I'm guessing that you bought yours to impress the girls." " Yeah, more or less." " So, what you got?" "Greg Leiter's sleep journal." "His wife was right." "He's been averaging between eight and 10 hours of sleep every night." " Then how can he die of exhaustion?" " It gets weirder." "He was also using it as a dream diary." "Guess what his nightmares were about." " Demons?" " Yeah." "At least once a week." "Then, couple months ago, all of a sudden, they stop." "So do you think this was some kind of extreme sleepwalking?" "No, sleepwalkers don't generally get violent." "And unlike Leiter, they don't remember their experiences." "Where did you learn that?" "MIT?" "When I was a kid, I used to get terrible nightmares almost every night." "So I know a thing or two about dreaming." "I'm sorry, that must have been awful." "Actually, it was one of the rare occasions in my childhood that Walter was helpful." "He taught me to condition myself." "Every night before I went to sleep, I had to say a mantra in my head:" ""Please don't dream tonight." "Please don't dream tonight." "Please don't dream tonight."" "Did that work?" "You can't stop yourself from dreaming, but it did make it so I didn't remember." "From the age of 8 to... almost 19, don't remember a single dream." "No more nightmares." "There's been another incident." "MAN 1:" "You done with the stills?" "MAN 2:" "Guy on the bike was dead on impact." "Must have been driving 40 miles per hour when she hit him." " Crash kill her too?" " She's dead, but it wasn't the crash." "HUSBAND:" "Ellen was calling to let me know she was heading home from the office." "We were on the phone when she..." "She said she saw a monster." "Did you see her white hair?" "What happened to her?" " Hold it steady, Agent Kasper." " It's Kashner." " Do this kind of thing often?" " Brains?" "No." "Although Walter gets particularly excited whenever we do." "Hmm." "Look at that." "Will you call Peter?" "Oh." "I'm out." "Hey, I've got Walter for you." "A filament?" "What kind of filament?" "Hold on a second, fellas." "Mind if I take a look at her?" "There was some kind of little computer chip embedded in his midbrain." "The thalamus." "Yes, that would make sense." "Well done, son." " Hold up, Walter." "Agent Dunham." " Excuse me." "What does that do?" "The thalamus." "Why is it relevant?" "It's the part of the brain that regulates sleep." "What are you looking for?" "Copythat,Central." "Can you dispatch?" "That." "Both victims had these surgically implanted." "It's a biochip technically, a brain-computer interface, or BCI." "This particular chip has a transmitter which makes it wireless." "So it can connect the brain to a remote computer?" "That's right." "From what we can ascertain, we think it works a lot like a pacemaker." "It monitors sleep cycles and, when necessary stimulates the thalamus, which induces a deeper sleep state." "There is a researcher in Seattle who's worked on several prototypes like it." "The man's a genius." "We've been tracking him for years." "Thank you." "I'll let the team know." "Dr. Laxmeesh Nayak?" "I'm Olivia Dunham." "I'm with the FBI." "We were wondering if you were familiar with Greg Leiter and Ellen Rosiello." "Yes, they're patients." "What's this about?" "Both of them recently committed homicidal attacks and then died as a result of what appears to be extreme exhaustion." "Oh, God." "Dr. Nayak, we found a biochip embedded in Mr. Leiter's brain." " Do you know what...?" " Yes, yes, of course." "They both had them." "They were part of a study." "So you've implanted those into other people?" "It's a large-scale clinical trial." "There are 60 in the control group and 82 with the biochips." "We're gonna need their names." "All of them." "NAYAK:" "I've been working on this chip for years." "I've tested it extensively." "There's no malfunction that could've caused the reaction we saw?" "What if the chip shorted out?" "Even if it had, the chip should have remained benign." "Why is this?" "Wait here." "NAYAK:" "The main computer server." "It contained all my research, the patients' files." "It's all gone." "The patients' files are backed up on a remote server." "I'll give you the password." " Dr. Nayak." " My research assistant." "Zach, call the nurses." "We need the names of all the patients, everyone they can remember." "Sure." "I'll get right on it." "The password." "Thank you." "Dr. Nayak, can you think of anyone who would wanna steal your data or might wanna sabotage you?" "L..." "I don't know." "I suppose there are any number of companies." " The chip was valuable." " The initial testing has been remarkable." "It's cured sleepwalking, night terrors, all major non-REM sleep disorders." "These people just wanted some rest, and my chip was helping them." "It wouldn't make them hurt anyone, and it certainly wouldn't kill them." "It just doesn't make any sense." "Dr. Nayak, do you have a business card?" "Just for our records." "Yeah." "I'll get you one." "Well, the doctor is beside himself, and aside from the obvious, money can't think of any reason someone would steal his research." "I can." "The chip plugs into the thalamus, which not only regulates sleep it also works as a relay tower to the cerebral cortex which also controls motor function." "Mind control, Peter." "Wouldn't be the first time someone's attempted it." "I've told you about my work for the MK-ULTRA project." "Course, at the time, we supposed we could do it with LSD and hypnotic suggestion." "Soitis possible?" "Theoretically, yes." "If I faxed you a schematic of the device's internal architecture could you test the chip you have?" "Yes, though I'd need to replicate the chip's function in a neutral environment..." "Of course, if I had a live subject..." "Walter, no." "No student volunteers." "Good news." "The bags are back." "Walter?" "Walter?" "Walter, say it." "No students." "All right, no students." "Okay, well, get back to me as soon as you can." "Hey." "Hey." "So did you reach Walter?" "Yeah." "He thinks it could be mind control but modifying the chips would take a lot of trial and error." "So he thinks someone's trying to perfect mind control one patient at a time." "Well, that would explain why the events are seemingly without motive." " Yeah." "How's the patient roundup going?" " Nayak could only list 26 patients." "So the local P.D. Are taking them into his clinic and removing their chips, so to speak." "That still leaves, what, 50-odd patients?" "Listen." "I think I understand what you're going through but that thing you killed that wasn't Charlie." "I know." "It's just, I..." "You know, my first week on the job, I was on a sting operation." "These Irish thugs were smuggling guns and cocaine and I had been a military prosecutor so I hadn't handled a gun since basic training and suddenly I'm underground in this garage wearing a bulletproof vest and wondering how the hell I got there so I did what any rookie would do, and I start looking for an exit." "And then Charlie walks over." "This man that I didn't know." "This gruff guy." "And he said:" ""You're gonna be fine."" "And I have to face it that he is gone." "That he's not coming back so I'm just gonna go to Nayak's clinic and see if I can help the nurse identify some other patients." "Okay." "That was a double order on Table 9, Pop." "So, what did your friends think of my moussaka?" " Like they'd died and gone to heaven." " Damn right." "Do you really wanna increase the dose?" "MAN 1:" "You want that medium-rare, right?" "MAN 2:" "Yeah." "Dr. Bishop, I'm heading to the airport." "Back to Seattle." "Could you say goodbye to Agent Farnsworth for me?" "Certainly." "Oh!" "Before you go, could you do me a favor?" "Smell this." "It seems my olfactory sense is a bit muddled." "Must be the French-roast coffee I had for breakfast." "Raspberry?" "Keep Ms. Barash sedated for another 10 minutes then bring in my next patient." "MAN 1:" "What's going on?" "MAN 2:" "I understand you're upset." "We should contact the local pharmacies." "They should be able to identify who's filled a prescription within the last six months from Dr. Nayak." " Excuse me." "Hello?" " What's shaking, bacon?" "OLIVIA :" "The usual." "I'm just painting my toenails and taking a trip up the coast." "You get the business cards?" "Uh..." "Yeah." "I got eight of them." "Eight?" "You asked everyone you saw wearing red?" "Yeah." " So what do I do now?" " Lay them out in front of you." "Now take a pen." "Circle one letter in every name." "Both first and last." "When you're finished, take the letters you've circled  and then write them down on a piece of paper." " Got it?" " Okay." " Now what?" " Now jumble." " Jumble?" " Jumble, anagram, word puzzle." " Find the phrase." " What phrase?" " What am I looking for?" " Whatever it is you need to hear." "You'll figure it out." "Gotta go." " I really don't have any time for this." "Dunham?" " Agent Broyles?" " Nayak's patient files are gone." "The server at the data-storage facility was wiped within the last 24 hours." " Can we trace the hacker's IP address?" " We don't think there was one." "There's no sign of a DDoS attack." "Given the level of online security whoever wiped the files had a password." " So it was someone in the clinic." " It would seem that way." "It's not possible." "My employees are good people." "They've all worked here for years." "We're a family." " They all had the password." " There was no reason for them not to." "I'm telling you, none of them would have done this." "Agent Dunham." "Another one." "Her eyes were going crazy." "Her hair turned white, then she collapsed." "I don't understand." "She screamed we were cannibals and then attacked with a knife." "I had to wrestle it away from her." "She was so happy." "This doesn't make sense." "NAYAK:" "Diana suffered from night terrors." "She was just in my office last week." "We're going to have to make a public announcement." "I'm gonna get our media liaison to put an announcement in the local news." "Zach Miller." "My lab assistant." "He skipped work today." "He hasn't been answering his phone." "Zach Miller?" "FBI." "Olivia." "I guess that's why he wasn't answering the phone." "Walter, what's wrong with Agent Kashner?" "I drugged him." "You drugged him?" "Walter, don't tell me you put that chip in his head." "No, but I wanted to." "Then I realized that I could attach the chip to an EEG net and the signal would reach his brain." "And how were you going to send him commands?" "I have wired the neurostimulator to the same frequency." "If Peter's theory is correct and this is mind control the chip should receive commands from me through the neurostimulator." "It's then translated into impulses that Agent Kashner's brain can understand." "Anyway, I need help putting this on." "Walter, I do not think this is a very good idea." "Don't be a grinch." "I've told you science should be fun." "Come on." "Look at his feet." "Feet." "Got it." "Anything?" "Nope." "Walter, what is it?" "Either a green unicorn just raced across the lab or I accidentally took some LSD." "Oh..." "Must be mescaline." "It's peaking too quickly." "That's not mescaline." "That's something else entirely." "I think that's not the drugs at all." "I think I have an idea what it is." "And you've never gotten anything like this before?" "No." "Of course not." "Okay, I'm gonna send a copy of this to our questioned-documents unit." "They'll analyze the handwriting, the paper and the ink." "In the meantime, the police have offered to put a protective detail outside your clinic." "And Detective Green will watch your house." "Now, if you'll excuse us we've gotta try and track down the rest of your patients." "Don't worry, Dr. Nayak." "We're gonna catch this guy." "And you can get back to your work." "We'll call you as soon as we know something." "AUTOMATED MALE VOICE:" "Please leave a message at the tone." "I told them." "I showed them your damn note." "So you might as well stop." "So it's not mind control?" "No, Peter." "Your theory is wrong." "Dr. Nayak's chips aren't receiving commands." "They're transmitting massive amounts of data." "The biochips are supposed to transmit data." "That's their function, to monitor sleep cycles." "The chips aren't simply monitoring sleep." "They're accessing all sensory information that passes through the thalamus." "Every color, sound, and picture while we sleep." "Walter, are you saying that Dr. Nayak's biochips are stealing dreams?" "That's right." "Leiter's sleep journal." "He slept for hours, but he never had any dreams." "Before they reached his consciousness, they were all siphoned off  which means no dreams." "The brain can never recharge." "And that..." " Would lead to death by exhaustion." " Exactly." "What's more, I believe that the chips have the ability to turn on a dreaming state while the patient is awake which would lead to paranoia, hallucinations and a complete inability to differentiate between reality and dreams." "The very behavior we've been witnessing." "Walter, why would anyone wanna access another person's dreams?" "The rush, Peter." "Think of your most pleasant dream and multiply that feeling tenfold all mainlining through your cortex in a few of seconds." "It's really quite something." "Walter, are you saying that we're dealing with an addict?" "Not just an addict, dear." "A man who came in contact with this drug?" "In my estimation, that man would become its slave." "We gotta go back to the hotel." "What are you thinking?" "Walter thinks we're looking for an addict, right?" "Well, my stepfather was an addict." "He was a drunk." "And it was like he had two different personalities." "One when he was sober and one when he was smashed." "The deeper the addiction, the more extreme the rift." "Like Jekyll and Hyde." "So this is the patient list that Dr. Nayak wrote out and here is the death threat he received." "The handwriting is sloped, but look at the G's." "And the F's." "These were written by the same person." "Thank you, Detective Green." "AUTOMATED VOICE :" "You have one message." "NAYAK:" "I told them." "I showed them your damn note, so you might as well stop." "Please." "DoubleAirways822, you are cleared for takeoff." "Seattle Tower Cherokee-1461" " Tango." "Jack, what are you doing?" "Jack." "Jack." "Jack, what are you doing?" "Jack, we've gotta get this bird in the air." "November 822, pilot distressed." "Jack." "Peter, he's plugged in." "Let me try to shut down the program." "November 822 to ATC, I've got a problem." "I'm gonna have to try to disable the server." " Can you shut it down?" " I think it's locked." "Jack!" "November 822 squawking 7700." "Okay, stand back." "You're headed for a collision." "Flight 822, you are headed for a collision." "Jack." "Flight 822, 822." "You're headed for a collision." "I repeat..." "He's dead." "Hey." "Got a call from Radio Control at Lake Union." "Incident with a seaplane pilot, one of Nayak's patients." "They're all safe." "Good work." "Checked out Nayak's control panel." "All the dials were cranked up into the red." "You think he decided to go down in one final blaze of glory?" "Actually, I think it was a lot more complicated than that." "Remember how horrified Nayak was when we told him his patients were dying?" "I don't think that he was fully aware of what his darker side was up to." "This was his way of trying to put a stop to things." "I guess that's the irony." "His addiction to dreams became his nightmare." "One that he couldn't wake up from." "Maybe that was his only way of ending the nightmare." "BOY:" "Dad, what's wrong?" "What is it?" "Nothing." "You were talking in your sleep." "Yeah." "I think I was having a bad dream." "I was a kid in my room." "You were there." "And the rest?" "You don't remember it?" "Uhn-uhn."