"Previously on Fringe..." "What's wrong?" "I've just been getting these migraines." "That's all." "Tomorrow I'm gonna send some medication over." "It's a new drug we've been working on." " You don't have to do that." " I want to." "I'm the closest thing you have to a mother, remember?" "In the dreams that you were having, the ones that I'm in, did you feel like you knew me?" "You were a stranger." "What would I feel?" "I love you." "Look, Peter, I don't know how to explain it." "Feels like there was somebody else in my head." "Hi." "Come in." "Gonna pour you a drink." "What is that that smells so fantastic?" "What do you mean?" "It's Friday." "I ordered Damiano's." "Whoa." "Olivia." "Just be straight with me." "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Then why did you kiss me?" "I don't know." "It just felt like that's what we'd do." "Just felt normal." "How long have we known each other, Olivia?" "Three months." "Peter, I know who you are, and I know who I am." "I think that this may just be some residual effects left over from being in Westfield." "Then we should let Walter have a look at you." "No, I'm--I'm fine." "Honestly." "I think what I need is just some rest." "I'm sorry that I kissed you." "To be honest, I'm a little bit embarrassed about it." "There's no need to be embarrassed." "Maybe I should stay here for a little while-- you know, just while you rest, in case." "I would really like some time to myself." "I think I've got another migraine coming on." "Okay." "If you're still feeling this way in the morning, will you please let Walter take a look at you?" "Okay." "Hi." "Come on in." "Shh, quiet, quiet." "We're almost there." "It's time." "He's in the kitchen." "Oh, hot, hot." "Fan out." "You two, fan out." "Be careful." "Sean." "Hey, what are you doing in here?" "You should be in bed." "Sean, it's me, Bernadette." "Okay?" "Come on." "I'm gonna take you back to your room." "He's in the kitchen." "Let's go." "Come on." "He's coming your way." "He's coming your way." "Sean, can you hear me?" "Sean." "Listen, the voices that you're hearing, they're not real." "You're okay." "Let's go." "♪" "Please." "Please, take anything you want." "You don't have to do this." "No, no, please, please!" "I beg you." "No, no, no!" "No!" "Damn it, I'm cut!" "I'm bleeding!" "Charles!" "There's three of us and one of him." "I need some help, Charles!" "Hold him down, damn it!" "This one's severe." "That's better." "I'm gonna sedate him." "It's over." "He's dead." "It's over." "♪ Fringe 4x13 ♪ A Better Human Being Original Air Date on February 17, 2012" "== sync, corrected by elderman ==" "♪" "What's a killing in New York have to do with a mental institution in Deerfield?" "The police are calling the murder a home invasion." "And we aren't?" "We have no idea what the killers wanted, but that's not why we're here." "Apparently, a nurse here watched the news report this morning, and last night, a patient with schizophrenia had recounted the entire crime in great detail..." "As it was happening." "There really aren't any normal days in this job, are there?" "Nope." "That's when I told him." "I said, "Tim," ""it's not what the L.S.D. can do." "It's what the human mind can do that is truly wonderful."" "Walter, there you are." "Olivia and Lincoln just got here." "What are you doing?" "I'm conversing with my friend here," "Mr..." "Silbiger." "Who, at this hour, believes he's circling Venus." "Oh." "That's a lovely planet." "Hmm." "Hmm." "So how long has Mr. Keenan been a patient here?" "Sean." "About three years now." "Although I'm pretty sure he spent time in at least two other hospitals before we admitted him." "He's been institutionalized since he was 14." "These voices he hears" "Are they demons or God or" "Actually, Sean's hallucinations have never been grandiose or violent." "Last night was the first time I've heard him talk like that." "His room is right through here." "I don't understand." "Are you saying the voices I hear in my head are real?" "We don't know what to think right now." "Now, this is the man who was killed." "Have you ever seen him before?" "No." "But you know how he died." "I didn't-- I didn't hurt that man." "We know that." "Those" "Voices, they-- they did it." "Sean, can you hear the voices now?" "No." "No, they-- they come and go." "Do they ever come from objects?" "Say, a tree or a wall?" "No." "I see." "So they always come from inside your head." "How many voices do you hear, Sean?" "Uh, I don't know." "I..." "I think I recognize eight, maybe nine." "But not always." "Some of them I don't hear for weeks." "Last night, how many voices did you hear?" "Three." "That's what the police suspect." "Three killers." "But then one of them left when the other two went to the subway station." "The subway station?" "Yeah, I heard them say that one of them was hurt, like he was cut." "He needed to get cleaned up before he got on the train." "Cleaned up where?" "Uh, he said the bathroom." "It was the last thing I remember, and then the sedative started working, and I--I fell asleep." "We'll contact the Transit Authority, tell them to search the stations near the victim's home." "Son, do the voices speak directly to you?" "No, they don't." "They don't talk to me at all." "They only speak to each other?" "Yeah." "What are you thinking?" "Sean, would you be willing to go off your meds if it would help this investigation?" "Here's what I've been able to get so far, and I can probably get the rest of Sean's medical records within the hour." "Okay, thanks." "I'll make copies." "I believe your diagnosis of the young man is fundamentally flawed." "Excuse me?" "The truth is that the boy was diagnosed schizophrenic because he hears voices." "But the voices don't persecute him or relate to him at all." "In fact, recent evidence proves that what he's hearing are the real thoughts of other people." "But how is that possible?" "I am not exactly sure yet." "I think it may be a case of psychological symbiosis, maybe even mental telepathy." "The point is, I believe the voices Sean is hearing exist." " I'm sorry, what?" " It is no delusion." "No psychotic episode." "Sean has agreed to go off his medication." "We're hoping that the more he is able to hear the voices, the more likely it is that we will be able to catch whoever's responsible for the killing." "Sean is here voluntarily, so if that's what he wants to do," "I--I just need to explain this to his prescribing physician." "Well, I'm happy to come with you." "I think that's probably a good idea." "You know what?" "Why don't you go on ahead?" "Hey." "Hey." "Um, this might be a little bit weird, but I was wondering if I could come in and just have a look around." "Yeah, of course." "How you feeling?" "That's where Walter used to sleep." "How did you know that?" "To disaster narrowly averted." "Or at least postponed." "We had that case, that couple in apartment 6-B." "The woman who lost her husband." "After, I came back here." "And then we went upstairs." "I remember." "That's not possible." "Peter, I remember William Bell." "I remember crossing over to bring you back." "I remember Jacksonville and seeing you shimmer the first time we kissed." "I remember..." "You walking to the machine and getting inside and being scared that you were going to die." "Olivia, I don't know what's going on, but something must be wrong." "I remember it." "I remember us." "I remember everything." "Okay." "Tell me your name, please." "Olivia Dunham." "Good." "And your home address?" "Walter, I know who I am." "Is this really necessary?" "I am just making sure the machine is calibrated." "And it is." "All right." "Let's see if we can figure out what's going on inside your head, hopefully give you some peace of mind." "Walter, I'm not scared." "I keep telling you both." "Good." "That makes one of us." "I know that I should be concerned, but I'm not." "I--I will factor that in to the diagnosis." "Now shush, please, both of you, and let me do my job." "Now, Olivia." "The first time you and I met, where was it?" "St. Claire's." "The mental institution." "And the circumstances of that visit, everything you can remember." "My partner had been injured in an explosion, and I came to see if you were able to save his life." "And Peter was with me because I needed a family member to sign you out." "No, no." "That's how it happened in my timeline." "Now, dear," "I want you to think very carefully." "Do you remember going to retrieve me from St. Claire's by yourself, without Peter?" "Yes." "I got lost on the way there." "But it's hazy." "It's kind of indistinct, like a-- like an old dream." "Brain scan?" "There's nothing unusual with the brain scan, Walter." "But clearly, something is happening." "How can she have memories of my Olivia's life that are clearer to her than her own?" "My first thought is empathy." "Even as a child, you were able to intuit what those around you wanted." "Belly and I noticed it during the Cortexiphan trials." "And it's hardly surprising that children from abusive families become highly attuned to the emotional state of the adults around them." "Which in this case is you, Peter." "Me?" "Well, I suspect that Olivia may be empathizing with your strong desire to be reunited with your Olivia." "And she meets that need by, in effect, becoming your Olivia." "Walter, no matter how badly I want my Olivia back," "I can't make this one have memories of things she didn't experience." "That part still confuses me too." "Perhaps some form of thought transference." "She's channeling your memories." "Or..." "Or what?" "Don't know." "I lost the thought." "Too many drugs of my own." "It happens." "Oh!" "May I take a few strands of your hair to test?" "Of course." "Would you hold that for me, please?" "Uh, Peter, would you-- prepare the slide, yeah." "How is she?" "We don't know yet." "I feel fine." "That is two pieces of good news." "Transit authorities found a wad of bloody paper towels at the Roosevelt Street Station bathroom, just like Sean described." "Now, the DNA analysis suggests that we're looking for a Caucasian male, but so far, no hits from the database." "May I see the file?" "Hey, Lincoln." "Can you give me a hand?" "Just a minute." "This DNA report" "I've seen one like this before." "Where?" "Our misdiagnosed schizophrenic," "Sean." "This strand of DNA is from Sean, and this from our suspect at the crime scene." "Now, see that?" "They have the same chromosomal spur." "Which means what?" "The effect of the abnormality?" "I have no idea." "It may mean nothing physically, but the point is that a spur like this is incredibly rare, and they both have the exact same one." "Which, along with their genetic profiles," "Sean and our killer are brothers." "Brothers." "Well, specifically, half-brothers." "They only share one parent." "But that gives credence to my theory that Sean is communicating with the killers via mental telepathy." "There--there are many documented cases of siblings communicating non-verbally, typically identical twins, but not always." "That might explain how Sean is able to hear the thoughts of one of the killers." "But he said that he's able to hear the thoughts of all three." "What if they're related?" "Y-yes." "That would explain-- good." "Except that it doesn't." "According to his medical records, Sean is an only child." "I'm gonna get my coat." "Where are you going?" "To talk to Sean's mother." "Should she be leaving the lab?" "You said there's nothing wrong with me physically." "So if something shows up in the tests, let me know." "Otherwise, we've got a case." "I know what you're doing." "I know what it's like to want something back that you loved." "I have succumbed to that temptation myself." "Walter, whatever's happening to Olivia," "I'm not doing it." "I think you are." "Even without meaning to." "And it's wrong, Peter." "For seven years, he's been treated for schizophrenia." "If that's not it, what is it?" "That's what we're trying to figure out." "We've already located a significant piece of evidence based on what Sean told us he heard." "Sean always told me the voices were real." "Mrs. Keenan, does Sean have any siblings?" "No, we only had one child." "Is it even in the realm of possibility that Sean's father..." "Could have had another child?" "His biological father?" "Yes." "Sean was conceived through in vitro fertilization." "We used a donor." "What can you tell us about the donor?" "He seemed impressive on paper." "Um, what was the doctor's name?" "Dr. Owen Frank." "A friend recommended him when the first I.V.F. we did failed." "She said he only took the best donors so that his results were better." "It's strange." "A reporter called and left a message a couple of days ago." "He was doing some sort of a piece on I.V.F." "What was his name?" "Daniel, I think." "Daniel Greene?" "Yes, that's it." "I called him back, but he never returned my call." "So you never actually spoke to him?" "No." "I did dig up the file that I kept while I was going through the I.V.F. process." "It's in my study." "Let me get it for you." "Thank you." "So in the-- department of strange, what are we thinking?" "That one of these children killed Greene because of the story he was writing?" "Maybe." "All right." "I'll contact his editors, see if they know anything about his angle." "And anybody else he may have interviewed." "Tragic news this afternoon-- the murder of a local hero." "Acclaimed author and journalist Daniel Greene was found dead in his Douglaston, New York home earlier this morning." "Hey, that's the guy who was here." "The reporter." "..Attacked and killed, possibly by..." "I heard about this this morning." "Three men broke into his house and suffocated him with a plastic bag." "You were a doctor." "How long does it take someone to suffocate?" "I want to go back to my room." "I'm sorry." "Oh, it's okay." "I don't know what's happening." "It's like I haven't eaten in years." "Yeah, it's the detox program that Walter's got you on to wean you off your medication." "It's just a side effect." "You're pretty, you know?" "Thank you very much." "You trust the scientist?" "Walter?" "Yeah, I do." "You're in good hands." "When you start to hear the voices again, that's how you'll know that this is working." "Well, in that case, it's-- it's working now." "W-what, you can hear them again?" "Yes." "Okay." "What are they saying?" "I don't" "I don't know." "There are too many of them." "♪" "Yeah, I understand that the clinic closed down ten years ago, but that's the most recent address." "Okay, well, if you find something more current, could you let us know?" "Yeah, thank you for your help." "Thank you." "Well, it turns out that Dr. Frank was not so good at keeping his A.M.A. information up to date." "Do you think that you could go through these old utility bills from the clinic?" "Maybe there's a contact in there that we can follow up on." "Of course." "What?" "Maybe I don't remember everything, 'cause I--I don't remember you having this scar." "You wouldn't." "I only got that one a month ago." "Olivia" "I think I've had a breakthrough." "Bees." "Miraculous creatures." "Tens of thousands of them working together to feed, shelter, and protect their colony." "And like our suspects..." "They communicate over long distances." "Their glands produce pheromones." "Chemical compound that acts as a message." "That message is received by their antennae, and then the bees respond." "Are you suggesting that the killers are communicating via pheromones?" "Not necessarily." "Many forms of nonverbal communication exist in nature." "Eels use electrical pulses, whales use echolocation, elephants use seismic vibrations..." "Point, Walter?" "Point, Peter..." "Is..." "However these bees are communicating, they are operating as one, doing whatever it takes to ensure the survival of the hive." "If Sean and his half-brothers are linked in a telepathic network, then it is possible they have formed a collective identity." "Dunham." "Great." "Thank you very much." "Apparently, Dr. Frank is living at an assisted living facility outside of Roxbury." "You coming?" "There he is, right there." "Thank you." "Uh, Dr. Frank?" "Yes?" "I'm Agent Olivia Dunham." "I was hoping to ask you a few questions about your clinic." "Of course." "Uh, there was a man killed yesterday-- a journalist." "He came to see me last week." "Wanted to talk about my research." "My work." "This isn't the first time that they have killed." ""They"?" "I'm not sure who they are, but I have a suspicion." "Three years ago, I hired someone else." "Another writer." "I wanted to document my work before I was no longer able to." "But the day before we were meant to start work, he was also killed." "Stabbed to death in his apartment." "I thought it was just a-- a random event." "But now, I am quite sure it wasn't." "What makes you think that?" "The work I was doing at my clinic is merely a means to an end." "A vehicle for my real experiments." "What were those experiments?" "Genetic manipulation." "The babies that I gave life to" "I had altered their DNA." "I thought..." "What I thought really doesn't matter." "Suffice it to say I" "I was attempting to make a better..." "A better what?" "A better human being." "Are you familiar with recombinant DNA?" "It's a DNA sequence created in a lab using the genetic materials of different species." "Yes." "I used that process on my subject embryos that I implanted." "Were your patients aware of what they were signing up for?" "I promised them successful pregnancies and healthy babies." "And that's what I gave them." "I attempted to reintroduce abilities that we humans have long since evolved away from, the hard-wired instincts that we share with other animal species." "And would that include telepathy?" "Mm." "And a heightened protective instinct?" "I believe that is why they are killing, yes." "So, what exactly is it that they're trying to protect?" "Themselves." "If your work went public, people would start to ask questions." "And they'd start searching for them." "And they'd want to study them." "We're gonna need a list of your patients." "The clinic's files are in commercial storage in Back Bay." "I-I think I have the address here somewhere." "How many are there?" "Subjects?" "Approximately 200." "Well, that doesn't conform with what our witness said." "He didn't hear that many voices." "I was constantly modifying the process." "With each modification, I created another sample group." "And they're all from the same donor." "All 200." "Yes." "And his information is in the storage facility also?" "No." "It's you, isn't it?" "Can you imagine that?" "The hubris of trying to improve upon God?" "Okay, uh... we're in trouble, this--this is bad." "Okay, that's good, Sean, just stay with them." "They're--they're scared." "They're--they're--they're worried, they feel threatened." "There's a new voice." "He's one of the three." "He's telling the others to wait, he's coming." "Where is he?" "I don't know, but he's in pain." "Good God." "Hey." "I just spoke to Olivia." "She's on her way with Peter to retrieve Dr. Frank's research files." "That's not important now." "I need you to take me to the bridge." "What?" "I need to see Nina Sharp." "I know what's happening to Olivia." "Walter." "Agent Lee." "What a surprise." "Uh, hold all my calls, please." "So, what is it?" "Olivia has Cortexiphan in her system." "Someone must have found out how to synthesize it." "But how?" "No-- and how" "Walter, slow down." "What are you saying?" "Dr. Bishop believes that Olivia has been dosed with Cortexiphan recently." "Recently, and repeatedly." "And you know this for a fact?" "I did a chemical analysis." "The results are irrefutable." "Well, how is she?" "Have you spoken with her?" "I examined her." "As far as I can tell, she's not in immediate jeopardy." "But we need to find out how this is happening." "Yes, of course." "Where do you store the remaining Cortexiphan samples?" "The ones that Belly and I kept." "It's possible someone may have reverse-engineered the formula." "They're at Massive Dynamic, under our tightest security." "In my experience, security can be breached." "No, I don't think you understand." "That's physically impossible." "The vault is biometrically secured." "I am the only one with access." "Could you take us to it?" "Belly and I numbered the samples before we stored them." "If anyone has tampered with them, I will know." "Fine." "I just need to make a few phone calls." "No calls." "The less people who know about this the better." "Let's go." "Okay, unit 2251." "It's gotta be down here." "Look, in case you were wondering, it's hard for me too, you know." "I keep expecting to see that look in your eye, and it isn't there." "Or it is, and-- and you're pulling back." "As I'm sure you can understand, I'm..." "Confused." "I'm confused too." "I feel incredibly close to you." "I feel like I know you better than anyone else in the world, and then when you look at me, it's like none of that is true." "Olivia, I don't know what you want from me." "I--I want you to behave naturally." "I want you to-- to treat me like you know me better than anyone in the world too." "Because you do." "I think that's the one we're looking for." "Last time I opened one of these, it was rigged with Semtex." "You mean with John Scott?" "Yeah." "How'd you know it was Semtex?" "Uh, because when we were trying to figure out what happened to him, we traced it back to a munitions trader in Hong Kong." "Why?" "'Cause I didn't know it was Semtex until right now." "Okay." "Meaning Walter's theory can't possibly be right." "I'm not projecting my memories onto you." "You can't have memories that I've never had." "I don't understand how this is happening." "I don't understand it either." "But whatever this is, whatever the cause," "I told you I'm not scared." "I like the feeling." "It's unlocked." "They feel threatened." "They need to stop someone." "Okay, stop." "Who?" "They're gonna kill her." "Sean, who?" "Someone got here before us." "Dunham." "Olivia, they know that you're there." "Dr. Owen Frank, please." "He's on the third floor." "Here, let me show you." "If you're looking for Mr. Dubrow, he's moved three doors down." "You're..." "You're mine." "No." "He's right in here." "Dr. Frank." "Boston P.D." "Dr. Frank." "Lock down the facility." "I told you, Sean, it's too loud." "I prefer it on." "Will you turn it on?" "Turn it on." "Sean-- Sean." "What's wrong?" "I can't hear them." "When I couldn't hear them before, there was a feeling that they were... with me." "Like when s--you know someone's in the room, even if you can't see 'em." "Okay." "This is different." "They're gone." "There's nothing anymore." "Just silence." "Why?" "I don't know." "The truth is we may never know." "But I can understand why silence would scare you." "You're not used to being by yourself." "But this is normal." "It was so loud for you that you couldn't even hear yourself think." "And I bet you have a lot of great thoughts." "So destroying the records and killing the doctor, you think Walter was right?" "You think they were just protecting the hive?" "You thinking that this job just can't get any weirder?" "Yeah." "No." "That's not what I was thinking." "It's..." "It's just that now the case is over, we would go back to one of each other's houses." "I know that that's what we would do." "That was one of the things that we would do." "I know that." "So now, I don't know if I'm just supposed to ignore that, or what you want, and I guess I just" "I--Peter, how do you want to play this?" "Olivia-- Look, you don't have to answer now." "I just want you to think about it." "Olivia." "I'm thinking about it." "It's all I've been thinking about." "And I'm afraid." "I'm afraid because I've made this mistake before." "I betrayed the Olivia that I love." "But what I'm really afraid of is..." "When I look into your eyes, I know it's you." "I know it's you." "I just gotta, um..." "I just gotta go pee." "Biometric hand scanner, like I said." "Second-tier precaution." "There." "20 vials present and accounted for." "They're all here." "Mm-hmm." "Now let's focus on the real problem." "What's happening to Olivia?" "We've already given you all the details we know about so far." "Where is she?" "I'd like to see her." "Can I speak with her?" "This is not Cortexiphan." "What are you talking about?" "It's potassium iodide with food coloring." "Red #4." "The Cortexiphan has been replaced." "'Scuse me." "The, uh, girl who came in here a couple minutes ago, about yea tall, blonde." "I'm sorry, I-- I didn't see her." "Olivia?" "Oh, God." "Olivia?" "Did they hurt you?" "Nina?" "Shh, it's okay." "We're gonna be okay." "We're gonna be okay." "== sync, corrected by elderman =="