Fringe, Season 3

Walternate:
[speaking to Brandon] You and I know something that many lives and many more dollars have spent to keep secret: that we are at war. At war with another universe populated by creatures that have damaged the very fabric of reality. All around us our world is under attack. Somehow this girl came here. Somehow she is equipped to move through universes. We need her to help us understand this skill, because if we can do it, we can win this war. And if not, soon there will be nothing left to protect.

Alt-Broyles:
No, sir, not yet. Shore patrol said there's no way she could have made it across. The currents are impossible this time of year.

Walternate:
What do you think?

Alt-Broyles:
I think from what I know about Olivia Dunham, she's the one person I would bet on who could survive.

Walternate:
Then find her.

Alt-Olivia:
Who's Bone-oh?

Newton:
It's Bono, actually. He's a musician.

Walter:
For a catastrophic explosion like that I imagine he has some sort of surgical implant. Dental surgical crowns, if they were to resonate at just the right frequency...I always hated dentists.

Walter:
Belly and I spent days discussing the distant crossing the line. 'Only those who could risk going too far can possibly know how far they can go' was Belly used to say.

Walter:
...this type of auditory phenomenon, taken to its ultrasonic extreme, can be fatal, and the way it affects the brain, it could well have induced some type of vegetative trance before death... ...silent but deadly. Speaking of which, you might like to take a step away! (to Peter)

Walternate:
[speaking of Olivia] She can move between worlds. We discovered some ways to cross over, but each comes with their own dangerous consequences, but she -- she can cross without harm.

Peter:
[appearing to Olivia in a vision] You know why you didn't die today, right? Because you didn't know the protocol. If you had stopped for oxygen, you'd be dead right now, but you did something that he couldn't factor in. You kept running. You know why you did that. It's the same reason why you thought you saw Walter in the hospital. It's the same reason you think you see me now. You're not from this world, Olivia. You're not her.

Olivia:
You're not real.

Peter:
[smiles] Real is just a matter of perception. I am here, and I'm a part of you that you have to hold on to. You can't forget who you are, Olivia. You can't forget where you're from. You can't forget this. [kisses her softly]

Walter:
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?

Walternate:
Olivia Dunham has agreed to submit to the tests developed by Science Division. As I've said, these tests are stressful. If she becomes unstable in any way --

Alt-Broyles:
If I see any unusual behavior, I'll let you know.

Walternate:
Nature doesn't recognize good and evil, Philip. Nature only recognizes balance and imbalance. I intend to restore balance to our world. Whatever it takes.

Peter:
[speaking to Olivia in a vision] It makes sense now, doesn't it? Why they needed you to take that test voluntarily. Why they needed you to believe that you were their Olivia. They know you can cross over. You've done it before. That's how you ended up here in the first place.

Peter:
[speaking to Olivia in a vision] You know why you let him go, don't you? It's because you can understand what he's going through. Trapped in that amber, just like you're trapped over here. The only difference is, nobody's going to save you. Only you can save yourself. You listened to me about the case. I don't understand why you won't listen to me about this. Why do you refuse to believe who you are? Why do you want to deny the truth about yourself?

Olivia:
You can't prove anything!

Peter:
But I know things.

Olivia:
You're in my head.

Peter:
Exactly. Which means you know things, too. Things about the other side. Things you couldn't possibly know unless you'd been there. Unless you were from there.

Olivia:
Like what?

Peter:
On the other side the Twin Towers have fallen. On the other side your sister Rachel is still alive. She lives in Chicago, her husband took a job there. They live at 1934 Sherman Way.

Olivia:
See, now you're lying, because we hate Chicago --

Peter:
On the other side your beautiful niece Ella is alive. She was born and it's her birthday today. She turned seven.

Olivia:
There's no way to prove it.

Peter:
Yes, there is.

Walter:
You are continuing to work on this infernal device; the one depicted in the blueprints!

Peter:
That's correct. I'm running diagnostics.

Walter:
I thought I made my position clear. I do not want to find out what it's purpose is! You have no idea what it does! You might as well be building a nuclear bomb in my lab!

Peter:
I don't think that's entirely fair, do you?

Walter:
Well, fine! If you end up breaking the universe, this time it's on your head!

Walter:
The human brain is a miracle. Our most resilient organ. A storage unit for almost everything you have ever known, seen, felt. It's all still in there, whether or not you're conscious of that.

Broyles:
Dr. Bishop, any thoughts to how she would cross to the other side?

Walter:
No. Nothing. And I have no idea how to bring our Olivia back. It's all because of that temptress! She tricked my son with her carnal manipulations and he fell right into her vagenda!

Astrid:
Vagenda?

Walter:
Like Mata Hari, using her feminine wiles to accomplish her evil ends, and I, too, fell prey. She used my stomach to get through to my heart.

Peter:
I'm sorry, Olivia.

Olivia:
Don't apologize. You were the only thing that got me through. If it wasn't for you I would never had made it back. You saved my life.

Broyles:
Don't shoot yourself.

Walter:
No gun for me.

Broyles:
Good idea.

Peter:
Olivia? Are you okay? What is it?

Olivia:
You know what Barrett said? He said that he looked in her eyes and he knew it wasn't her.

Peter:
Olivia...

Olivia:
I understand the facts. I know that she had rims of information about me; about my life and about people who were close to me. And I understand if she stepped off, she would have a perfectly reasonable explanation for it. And I guess to expect you to have seen past that, perhaps is asking a little too much. When I was there, I thought about you. I knew you were just a figment of my imagination. I held on to you. It wasn't reasonable and it wasn't logical, but I did it. So, why didn't you? She wasn't me. How could you not see that? Now she's everywhere. She's in my house, my job, my bed, and I don't want to wear my clothes anymore, and I don't want to live in my apartment, and I don't want to be with you. She's taken everything.

Peter:
I'm sorry.

Peter:
I just want to try to explain the book.

Olivia:
You don't have to.

Peter:
She asked me what my favorite book was. I understand that she probably wanted to just gather information about me, but I also know that I am not the easiest guy get to know. It was always easier for me to keep people in arms length. That's actually something that we both have in common. Book wasn't meant for her. It was meant for Olivia Dunham that I spent the last couple of my years with. Because I wanted you to read it. You're the person I wanted to share it with.

Olivia:
You know, I feel like Rip Van Winkle. Everything is different. Even you opening up to me is different. And this book is just a reminder of all the things that I have missed, conversations we didn't have...

The Observer:
When the time comes, give him the keys and save the girl.

Peter:
Give me the keys and save the girl.

The Observer:
It must be very difficult.

Peter:
What?

The Observer:
Being a father.

Walter:
Every time the Observer shows up, it has something to do with you. And every time; something bad.

Olivia:
So why is this book your favorite book?

Peter:
Because it talks about not depending on other people for answers. You can only find the answers inside yourself. Which given our current situation, it's kinda of amusing, if you think about it.

Peter:
I know you want to help me, but I don't think you can this time. You can't protect me from everything.

Walter:
I think I know what's happening to you. Every relationship is reciprocal, Peter. When you touch something, it touches you. It changes you. When you touched the machine, it changed you, weaponized you.

Peter:
So what do we do now, Walter?

Walter:
I don't know.

Walter:
...It's a blocked Eustachian tube, and it's a perfectly natural reaction. Any flavor will do, although I'm rather partial to grape.

Walter:
It's song lyric. Fauxlivia ruined U2 for all of us.

Nina Sharp:
Fauxlivia?

Peter:
That's what Walter's calling her now. Fauxlivia; as in fake Olivia.

Olivia:
It's bigger than I imagined.

Peter:
I suppose, it's just big enough to destroy a couple universes.

Sam Weiss:
I'm not your problem. Peter Bishop is.

Simon(Cortexiphan Man):
The tall one thinks you're hot.

Simon:
No one should know exactly what else someone is thinking.

Olivia:
Probably not, but I wouldn't mind having that ability right about now.

Peter:
Olivia, I wanted you to know that I noticed the differences. But I thought it was because of me, because of us. I thought that I was bringing out a different side in you. But it was never because I wanted to be with her more, because I don't.

Walter:
Umm...I feel nauseated.

Peter:
Yeah, this is pretty disgusting, even by our standards.

Walter:
I'm not talking about the body; I fear I may have broken wind inside my suit.

Olivia:
It just makes me wonder if he feels the same way. And, I would understand if he did. I was her for a while, and she's like me, only better.

Nina Sharp:
Oh, Olivia!..

Olivia:
No, I mean, she still has her mother, and she wasn't experimented on as a child, and she can laugh, she has real friends, she even wears a dress every once in a while.

Nina Sharp:
Yes, but even so, you don't know what Peter is thinking.

Walter:
Why would anyone kill a scientist? What did we ever do?

Walternate:
If you had asked me a week ago, I would have told you I would do anything to save our world, when in fact, there are lines I simply cannot cross. Does that make me weak?

Peter:
What's the occasion Walter?

Walter:
Nothing special. It has been weeks without any new cases, which has somehow translated into never seeing Olivia, and I, for one, miss her.

Peter:
He wants us to spend time together.

Olivia:
The three of us?

Peter:
No, just the two.

Peter:
I've seen what the two of us together looks like, and it's beautiful.

Olivia:
Peter, she's the one who took it away from us, not me.

Peter:
And now? Who's the one stopping us now?

Peter:
Hey - Cupid!

Walter:
Did my plan work?

Peter:
Well, if your plan was to make things even more awkward and painful between Olivia and I, yeah, it worked like a charm.

Walter:
Perhaps I should have made frittata.

Mrs. Merchant:
If the impossible is possible, who's to say that I someday won't see him (her husband) again?

Walter:
There's no such thing as ghosts.

Peter:
That's where you draw the line? Ghosts?

Olivia:
Do you really think this is the end of the world as we know it?

Walter:
Like the other universe, our world is starting to come apart at the seams.

Olivia:
Maybe I'm just incapable of being vulnerable.

Peter:
Olivia, you know that's not true.

Olivia:
I'm terrified. That this is just who I am.

Message from Young Peter:
I am going home.

Young Peter finds Young Olivia in the white tulip field.

Young Olivia:
But, how did you know I'd come here?

Young Peter:
Because it was the only drawing that looked happy.

Young Peter:
I know that I sound crazy, but I'm not. I'm not crazy.

Peter:
Your turn now.

Olivia:
Okay, I got one. You know when we're watching TV and you start to rub my back and you're not really paying attention because you're kind of distracted...

Peter:
Yeah...

Olivia:
And you, uh, turn your hand in a circle just over and over and over....

Peter:
Well, I wouldn't say that's exactly how it is, but yes, I know what you're talking about.

Olivia:
It's kind of like you're burrowing through the muscle right into the bone.

Peter:
I think I get the point.

Olivia:
Okay. I don't like it.

Peter:
I had no idea(!). Okay, no more burrowing.

Olivia:
See? I love this full disclosure. Why didn't we make this agreement earlier?

Peter:
What exactly am I looking for here Walter?

Walter:
Anything that is related to gravity. I think I remember seeing a file on floaters in there. Of course, it could have been from a period when Belly was in search of the perfect bowel movement.

Astrid:
Charming.

Walter:
Everybody poops, dear.

Walter:
Hold still you infernal creature!

William Bell:
I understand that this could take some time getting used to. Imagine how I feel, I never knew that a bra was so binding.

Walter:
Even if we were able to transfer your consciousness safely inside Gene, there are matters to conisder.

William Bell:
We would commuicate through my brain waves. You'd hook me up to an EEG machine and decipher my thoughts.

Walter:
It could work. But still, I'd have to milk you.

William Bell:
Well, we could asign Astrid.

Lincoln:
If Dana Gray is stealing people's souls as they die...

Peter:
Then why is she so committed to saving lives?

Lincoln:
All right, you just look at me. You don't think about an hour from now, you don't think about a minute. You're gonna focus on this moment, ok? It's just you and me.

Charlie:
Fringe Division! Hands on the wheel! Get out of the car!

Henry:
Which one is it?

Charlie:
Out of the car!

Lincoln:
Where is she?

Henry:
How would I know? I didn't expect that she would come back here.

Lincoln:
What do you mean, 'back here'?

William Bell:
You tell Walter, I knew the dog wouldn't hunt.

Peter:
I don't understand. If this is a projection of everything in Olivia's mind, then why is everyone turning against us? When she came to us in the lab, she asked for help.

William Bell:
What I'm starting to think is that when my mind entered hers, her ego became confused, her sense of self.

Walter:
Astro, are we ready?

Astrid:
Just about, Wally.

Broyles:
What?

Peter:
You're bald. I think he's an observer!

Peter:
[lying in bed, hugging Olivia close] What time is it?

Olivia:
It's 6:30 in the morning.

Peter:
Oh God.

Olivia:
And, uh, your father is walking around the house naked.

Peter:
[chuckles] Oh, yeah. It's Tuesday. He always cooks naked on Tuesdays.

Olivia:
Is that safe?

Peter:
Nuh-uh, and it's not pretty either, but you get used to it.

Olivia:
[whispers] I could get used to this. This is my favorite time of day: sunrise. The world is full of promise.

Astrid:
You sure you don't want me to call Olivia?

Peter:
If it doesn't work, she's going to find out soon enough. Just tell her that...

Astrid:
Whatever it is, you tell her yourself.

Olivia:
Walter, what if I can't do it? What if I can't turn it off?

Walter:
I have known you for a long time, Olivia, and I believe that the drawing was no accident. Whoever did it knew the same as I do: that you don't fail.

Peter:
Ready?

Olivia:
No. You?

Peter:
No. [holds out his hand for Olivia to take and smiles] Don't say I never took you anywhere.

Olivia:
Peter, I love you.

Sam:
Generations of knowledge have been bestowed upon me, but no one said anything about the other side turning the machine on first.

Olivia:
Okay, Sam, I'm going to make this easy. I am armed, and I want you to take me to the key NOW.

Peter:
I want Walter. I want you to grant him a temporary furlough so he can help us on the case.

Walter:
I didn't realize how much I missed swivel chairs. I also missed swiveling.

Peter:
Olivia Dunham, my wife, was everything to me.

Walter:
Our destiny was set the day we triggered the machine. I didn't understand until it was too late that our... two worlds were inextricably linked. Without one, the other simply cannot exist. When their world was destroyed, that was the day we sealed our fate. For all intents and purposes... that was the day we died.

Walter:
This time you have to make different choice. And if something goes wrong, Olivia would be available to...

Peter:
Walter; Stop [hold back his tears] Olivia is dead.

Walter:
But she won't be. Not there.

Peter:
The machine? I turned that on 15 years ago.

Walter:
And all the time I sat in prison, I couldn't figure out where it came from. I knew the pieces were buried millions of years ago, but how did they get there? So deep in the past. But now I understand. I sent them there. The hole in central park. I sent them back through time. Peter, you can stop the destruction before it occurs.

Peter:
If that's the case, just don't send the machine back. They will never discover it and I'll never destroy the other universe.

Walter:
No no no. Dosen't work that way. I have already done it. And I have no choice but to do it again.

Peter:
Walter that doesn't make any sense.

Walter:
It does. It is a paradox. I can't change what happens because it's already happened. But you can make a different choice within what happened. I simply need to find a way to bring your consciousness forward to now, so that you can witness what will happen if you make the same choice. Peter, for all I know, it can be happening already. Don't you see, we can fix everything. We can cheat the rules of time.

Peter:
Imagine the repercussions.

Walter:
It can't be worst than this. It can't be worst than this.

December (Observer):
You were right. They don't remember Peter.

September (Observer):
How could they? He never existed. He served his purpose.

Olivia:
But it's hard to forget, isn't it? You know, I can imagine what it must have been like for you... how scared you must have been, how much you-- you would have wanted to get back to your family and to your friends.