Épisode La tulipe blanche S02E17 - Fringe Saison 2

Un adolescent est en train de faire les poches des voyageurs d’une station de train en attendant le prochain train. Dans ce train, les passagers voyagent tranquillement quand les lumières se mettent à clignoter. Un homme apparait soudainement au centre du wagon… et tous les passagers meurent instantanément.  Le train arrive à la station et l’homme en sort, passe devant l’adolescent sans un mot. L’adolescent monte à bord du train et découvre les passagers et frappe sur les fenêtres alors que le train repart.

Chez lui, Walter est en train d’écrire une lettre à Peter expliquant comment il avait été emmené d’une autre dimension à une autre. Peter l’appelle à propos de leur dernières affaires et dit à son père qu’il passera le prendre dans les quelques minutes suivantes. Walter ignore l’appel et scelle la lettre dans une  enveloppe, puis écrit le nom de Peter dessus, et la place dans sa poche.

A la gare, Walter examine les crps pendant que Peter parle du comportement étrange de son père à Olivia. Olivia ment et nie avoir remarqué ce comportement. Walter arrive et détermine que les passagers sont morts instantanément sans aucun signe de dernier soupir ou de bataille. Olivia détermine que les lumières se sont éteintes dans ce wagon particulier, pendant que Peter vérifie les téléphones mobiles des passagers et découvre que toutes les batteries sont mortes. Broyles parle avec l’adolescent, le seul témoin. Pendant que Peter est dehors, un technicien ramasse la lettre de Walter et Walter se rend compte qu’il l’a laissée tomber. Il la récupère rapidement et la replace dans sa poche alors que Peter rentre dans le wagon. Walter explique ensuite qu’il doit faire porter les corps à son labo, pendant que Broyles et Olivia cherchent l’homme mystérieux sur les caméras de surveillance.

Au labo, Astrid et Walter confirme que toutes les victimes sont mortes en un instant et sans douleur. Peter remarque que Walter l’évite et lui demande ce qu’il se passe. Mais son père réplique que tout va bien. Analysant la structure des cellules des victimes, Walter détermine que même leur mitochondries sont complètement mortes, alors qu’elles devraient continuer de survivre encore quelques jours après la mort du corps. Pendant ce temps, Olivia et Broyles parcourent les caméras de surveillance de la ville et suivent l’homme mystère sur vidéo alors qu’il entre dans un café. Olivia s’y rend et parle avec la serveuse, qui dit que l’homme est un régulier et qu’il écrit souvent une formule mathématique sur ses serviettes. Elle trouve l’un des reçus de sa carte de crédit et Olivia détermine que le nom de l’homme est Alastair Peck.

Olivia et une équipe du FBI entrent dans l’appartement d’Alastair et trouve une pièce remplie d’équipements électroniques et de formules mathématiques. Quand Walter et Peter arrivent, Walter affirme que les formules sont en rapport avec des particules subatomiques et qu’Alastair travaillait sur une nouvelle fonction de la Théorie de la Relativité. De son côté, Peter trouve le certificat d’Alastair selon lequel il serait un astrophysicien enseignant au MIT. Olivia trouve des outils chirurgicaux ensanglantés. En bas, Alastair rentre et demande d’un air désinvolte ce qu’ils font là, insistant sur le fait qu’ils n’ont pas le droit d’être chez lui. Olivia descend et l’arrête à portée d’arme. Alastair, non-impressionné, dit qu’il peut les empêcher de prendre ses affaires et que les gens qui sont morts ne le sont que temporairement. Cependant, il les prévient également que d’autres gens seront amenés à mourir. Alors que Walter descend, il remarque la présence d’implants mécaniques sous la peau d’Alastair. Ce sont des mailles Faraday, capables de créer des poches temporelles. Alastair se concentre, puis disparait. Il réapparait douze heures auparavant, dans le train de voyageurs, tuant les douze mêmes passagers. Alors qu’il descend du train, il dit à l’adolescent qu’il est désolé que le garçon doive tout revivre une nouvelle fois, puis s’éloigne.

Quasiment tout ce qui s’est déjà passé est revécu à l’identique une seconde fois. Walter finit sa lettre, se rend à la gare avec Peter, fait tomber et récupère sa lettre, et confirme que les victimes ont souffert d’un épuisement massif et soudain d’énergie. Cette fois-ci, l’adolescent leur dit qu’Alastair la prévenu qu’il refaisait tout à l’identique. Ils récupèrent les d’Alastair sur la rampe et apprennent qu’il est un ancien employé de la NASA. Chez lui, ils trouvent ses équations, son équipement, et ses pièces chirurgicales. Cependant, cette fois Olivia ressent un sentiment étrange de Déjà-vu que Peter ignore. Egalement, Peter trouve un album photos avec des photos d’Alastair et d’une femme non-identifiée. Ils parcourent l’appartement et se rendent compte qu’un homme et une femme vivent tous les deux dans l’appartement. Alastair ne rentre pas chez lui cette fois-ci et ils finissent par abandonner. Walter demande à Olivia de le reconduire chez lui par ce qu’il ne supporte plus être prêt de Peter étant donné ce qu’il lui a fait. Il lui avoue avoir écrit une lettre pour essayer et trouver les mots justes afin d’expliquer, mais il ne voit pas ce que cela pourra faire de bien.  Walter admet qu’il dira la vérité à Peter, mais qu’il attend un signe. Pendant ce temps, Peter trouve des bouts de machines qu’Alastair avait fabriqués quelques mois plus tôt. Walter réalise que ce sont des prototypes.

Olivia et Peter se rendent au MIT pour parler avec Carol Bryce, l’ancienne collègue de travai d’Alastair. Elle explique que son ami était obsédé avec l’idée de pouvoir utiliser des tunnels temporels afin de voyager à travers le temps, mais qu’il avait quitté le MIT un an auparavant quand personne ne pouvait comprendre ses théories. La femme sur la photo est Arlette Turing, la fiancée d’Alastair. Carol a une partie du travail d’Alastair qu’il lui avait passée pour révision, et les transmets à Olivia. Au labo, Walter les lit et avoue qu’il ne comprend pas une grande partie des mathématiques. Cependant, les formules pourraient permettre à quelqu’un de voyager dans le temps. Mais le saut dans le temps épuise toute l’énergie du voisinage à l’arrivée du voyageur. Walter explique qu’avec les voyages dans le temps, il se peut qu’ils aient déjà rencontré Alastair une ou plusieurs fois auparavant, mais il avait utilisé le voyage dans le temps pour s’échapper et effacer les évènements qui avaient menés à sa capture. Astrid confirme qu’Arlette est bien morte dans un accident de voiture dix mois avant. Ils en concluent qu’Alastair essaye d’améliorer le voyage dans le temps afin de retourner en arrière et de sauver sa fiancée. Cependant, Walter leur fait remarquer que jusque là, Alastair n’a réussi à revenir que douze heures dans le passé… et que cela a entrainé la mort d’une douzaine de passagers. Un saut de dix mois pourrait tuer des milliers de personnes si Alastair atterrie dans une zone peuplée. Astrid active le traçage du téléphone d’Arlette et détermine qu’il est toujours en usage dans le voisinage du MIT, l’ancien laboratoire d’Alastair. Le FBI s’y rend et encercle le bâtiment. Cependant, Walter demande à parler à Alastair en privé, de scientifique à scientifique, et Broyles accepte à contrecœur.

Equipé d’un micro caché, Walter rentre dans le bâtiment et confronte Alastair, qui est occupé à insérer la dernière série d’implants dans son corps. Alastair sait qui est Walter et Walter se présente en tant qu’ambassadeur. Autour d’un thé, Alastair explique qu’ils savent tous les deux que le temps n’est pas une constante et que les lois de la nature peuvent être indéterminées. Walter conseille à son collègue scientifique de rester loin des snipers, puis explique comment l’épuisement d’énergie pourrait tuer des milliers de personnes. Alastair l’informe qu’il avait eu une dispute avec Arlette le jour de sa mort, qu’il s’était éloigné, et avait remarqué une montgolfière dans un champs voisin. Alors qu’il s’y était rendu et l’avait observée, il avait trouvé la solution ultime pour sa formule de voyage dans le temps… au moment même où l’accident avait eu lieu. Alastair explique qu’il a l’intention de sauter dans le champs vide, évitant ainsi toutes les morts d’inconnus. Walter réalise qu’Alastair n’arrivera jamais à voyager au-delà de douze heures dans le passé. Il déconnecte son micro et montre à Alastair l’erreur présente dans ses calculs.

Alors que l’équipe d’assault du FBI charge, Walter dit à Alastair que bien qu’il puisse maintenant voyager dans le passé au moment de la mort d’Arlette, il ne doit pas le faire, car il ne peut pas anticiper les possibles conséquences que cela entrainera. Walter l’informe qu’il avait fait quelque chose de similaire en altérant la destinée et en ramenant l’autre Peter d’un autre monde, et qu’il avait le sentiment d’avoir trahi Dieu, bien qu’étant athée. Maintenant, Walter attend un signe de Dieu lui prouvant qu’il l’a pardonné. Le signe en question est une tulipe blanche, et Alastair lui fait remarquer qu’elles ne fleurissent pas à cette époque de l’année. Walter lui dit que c’est pour cela que ce serait un véritable signe. Et que si Dieu le pardonnait, alors Peter aussi pourra le pardonner. Alastair insiste sur le fait que seul la science devrait être leur dieu, qui existe dans tous les bénéfices que la science peut apporter. Walter n’est pas d’accord, et affirme qu’il n’y a aucun moyen d’anticiper toutes les conséquences. Alors que l’équipe du FBI entre avec fracas dans la pièce, Alastair repart dans le passé.

Cette fois, Alastair atterrie dans son appartement, tuant quatre résidents et deux policiers du voisinage. L’équipe est mise au courant de ces morts simultanées, en remonte la source à Alastair, et apprend qu’il travaille dans un laboratoire personnel. Alors que le FBI encercle le bâtiment et s’apprête à le tuer, Alastair finit le dernier jeu d’implants qui lui permettra de dépasser la limitation des douze heures. Il dessine ensuite quelque chose sur un bout de papier, le met dans une enveloppe, et l’adresse à Carol. Il remarque la cible laser d’un sniper sur lui et s’écarte juste à temps, évitant de se faire tuer. Le FBI entre de force dans l’appartement alors qu’il se téléporte une nouvelle fois.

Alastair arrive dans le champs vide, le jour de la mort d’Arlette. Il court vers sa voiture, en pleures, y monte, et lui dit qu’il l’aime. L’autre voiture vient s’écraser dans la voiture d’Arlette et les tue tous les deux sur le coup.

Plusieurs mois plus tard, Carol reçoit la lettre d’Alastair. Suivant ses instruction, elle attend que dix mois passent à partir du jour de la mort d’Alastair, puis l’envoie à Walter selon les instructions de son ami.

Walter finit sa lettre pour Peter, réfléchit quelques instants, puis la jette dans le feu. Peter rentre et informe son père qu’il a réparé son tourne-disque préféré afin de jouer ses disques au labo. Alors que Walter le remercie, Peter lui demande s’il veut lui parler de quelque chose. Walter dit qu’il doit prendre une décision, et Peter va se coucher. Walter prend son courrier et trouve une lettre d’Alastair. A l’intérieur se trouve le dessin d’une tulipe blanche.

 

Source : TVRage

Le script provient du site : FRINGEPEDIA

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Boston Commute - Deadly Rush

(a commuter train plows through the night air. the commuters sit still in the loud, bouncy car)

ANNOUNCEMENT: (public address) Next stop * Bay station, transfers to Silver Line, Orange Line and all commuter rails.

TEENAGER: (at the station, a young man panhandles the busy commuters after the train stops) Any change? (ignored, he approaches a lady) Excuse me, ma'am. Do you have any spare change? (ignored again) Thank you. God bless. (approaches a business man with a God could be Watching poster) Excuse me, sir. Do you have any spare change?

COMMUTER: No. No, I'm sorry.

TEENAGER: Anything you can manage, Sir, anything you can... (bumps the man, and pickpockets his wallet) Thank you. God bless you anyways, sir. (continues away from the man he robbed)

PLATFORM ANNOUNCER: Now approaching on Track 18, the 331 Express train to Providence.

(onboard the moving train, a whirring noise alarms the passengers and a bright blue light appears at the end of the car. the light grows in intensity and a man steps through the temporal window he created. the car goes dark and commuters sit silently as the train comes to a stop in the station. Alistair Peck steps from the car and is immediately solicited)

TEENAGER: Spare change? (Peck ignores the panhandler and walks down the platform. The panhandler steps onto the train and into a car full of corpses. the departure bell sounds and the train leaves the station, trapping him with the bodies) Oh, God. Oh, God. No, no, please! Let me outta here! Help! Let me outta here!

ACT I

Bishop Residence - Call To Duty

(Walter sits at home writing a letter to Peter, when the phone rings. Walter lets the answering machine take the call, and listen to the message instead)

ANSWERING MACHINE: (recorded by Peter) Leave a message. (beep)

PETER: (calling his dad for work) It's Peter, pick up. Hey Walter, it's Peter. Your son, Peter. Come on, Walter, pick up the phone. Walter, pick up the receiver, and hit the square black button next to the red flashing light, you remember? (pauses) Alright, fine. When you get this, I want you to get your kit to together, I just got off the phone with Olivia, she said there was an incident on a train, and I know how much you love trains. Though it might cheer you up. Be home to pick you up in about 15 minutes, alright? (Peter hangs-up. Walter smiles, folds the letter, seals it in an envelope, and places it into the right pocket of his sweater)

Boston Train Yard - Crime Scene

(walking toward the commuter car with the dead bodies)

PETER: Noticed anything weird?

OLIVIA: Not yet, but give it ten minutes.

PETER: I was actually talking about Walter.

WALTER: (to agents already on the scene) Hello. I'm Doctor Walter Bishop.

PETER: He's been avoiding me all week. He didn't even look at me on the car ride over here. He's stopped eating. I got him a new box of Peak Freans. He hasn't even opened it.

OLIVIA: Well, did he say something?

PETER: No, all week it feels like he's been enveloped in this... sadness.

OLIVIA: I haven't noticed anything. (she continues ahead)

WALTER: Oh, my. (enters the car and begins to examine the corpses)

FEMALE CSI: (confrontational) Sir. What are you doing?

WALTER: I'm checking their underwear.

FEMALE CSI: Their underwear?

WALTER: I'm sure you're familiar that with sudden death, victims often experience a sudden bladder release of urine, and sometimes excrement.

FEMALE CSI: Get off this train.

OLIVIA: (intercepting the CSI) He's with me. Thank you.

WALTER: I don't know what happened to these people, Agent Dunham. My first guess is collective heart failure.

PETER: You think these people died from having a heart attack at the same time?

WALTER: Perhaps it was sympathetic. Contagious, like yawning.

PETER: Come on, Walter. You really believe that?

OLIVIA: (after looking around) Walter, does your theory suggest why all the lights would be out in this car?

WALTER: No, there should be battery backup, unless it wasn't serviced properly.

BROYLES: Agent Dunham? (exits the car and approaches the young male witness) He crossed paths with the man as he entered the train car. Six foot, brown hair, wearing a trench coat.

OLIVIA: And he's sure that he saw him coming out of this train car.

BROYLES: The man didn't speak to him or acknowledge him. He just exited down the stairs of the platform.

OLIVIA: Did we pick him up on surveillance?

BROYLES: I'm waiting to get word if they can pull him on any footage.

PETER: (leaves the commuter car with evidence) Agent Dunham.

M.E. TECH: (finds Walters letter on the floor) Hey, Rod, found this over there. (hands the letter to an investigator)

WALTER: (sees the errant envelope) Oh, my God. Excuse me, gentlemen. (moves quickly to retrieve it) That's mine. Thank you. Thank you.

PETER: (re-enters the car) All the batteries are dead. It's not just the lights that went out. This is her cell phone, but they're all dead. All the cell phones, laptops, MP3 players. They're all completely drained of power.

BROYLES: Any theories, Doctor Bishop?

WALTER: Oh, no. Except my initial theory of collective heart failure is probably incorrect. I'll need to take some of these bodies back to the lab. Six or seven should suffice.

AGENT: (approaches with photos) We have an image from the platform cameras.

PETER: Who is this guy?

OLIVIA: And how did he kill everything on this train?

ACT II

Walter's Lab - Autopsies

WALTER: (as he and Astrid probe the corpses from the train) This is unusual. Dying organisms struggle for their last breath, but these people appear as if their switches have simply been turned off.

PETER: (enters from outside) Hey, how's it coming in here?

ASTRID: Hi, Peter. Not very good.

WALTER: Take samples of this man's lung, brain, and skin. Something's not right here.

ASTRID: Yup, I think it's my paycheck.

WALTER: Hmm? (distracted)

PETER: Whatever it is, I'm sure you're gonna make sense out of it, Walter. Walter. What's going on with you? Is there something wrong? Something you wanna talk about?

WALTER: No, everything's fine. Astro, show me those previous cellular samples, please. (studying the readout) That's extraordinary.

ASTRID: The ATP concentrations are unusually low.

WALTER: Cellular process should continue for hours, even after death, but this man's mitochondria seems to have ceased functioning well before it should.

ASTRID/WALTER: (in unison) What do you say I take samples of the rest both: And see if there's a trend?

PETER: So what are you saying, Walter? That something was able to reach inside of these people's mitochondria and just --

WALTER: Drain them, like the batteries in all of the electrical devices on the train. It wasn't just their hearts that stopped beating. It was every cell in their bodies.

PETER: What do you think could possibly do something like that?

WALTER: (bluntly) I have no idea.

Federal Building - Surveillance Tapes

BROYLES: (standing behind technicians, facing large monitors) Twenty years ago a person walking through Boston for two hours showed up on an average of ten different surveillance cameras. Now, it's hundreds.

OLIVIA: Bad for privacy, but good for us.

BROYLES: I've asked them to output each source to a different monitor. Give us a sense of the route our suspect took. Play it. He exits the train station, crossing Ferris Avenue, continuing North. This is from the bank on Howard Street. Coming around the corner. (watching as Peck appears on different monitors) There, he enters a cafe. He spent almost forty-five minutes inside, then left the establishment.

OLIVIA: The guy kills a train full of people and then stops for a meal?

BROYLES: And the trail goes cold there. Once he left the cafe, we couldn't locate him on any other cameras.

OLIVIA: But we have a place to start. Cafe Wilusa.

Boston Streets - Cafe Wilusa

WAITRESS: (standing near the register at the busy eatery) Yeah, he was here this morning. He comes in all the time. Weird guy.

OLIVIA: Weird how?

WAITRESS: Well, he always draws on stuff, like the napkins and the placemats.

OLIVIA: Well, what sort of stuff does he draw?

WAITRESS: Some kind of math, I think. To be honest, my higher math ends at calculating my tip, so...

OLIVIA: Does he ever pay with a credit card?

WAITRESS: Sometimes he does. (checks register and removes receipt) Here. This is him.

OLIVIA: Alistair Peck. Thank you. This will really help.

Peck's Residence - Raid

(a team of agents enter the unoccupied building with weapons drawn and spread out)

AGENTS: Clear. Clear. Clear.

OLIVIA: (on the radio once upstairs) Send the Bishops up, please.

WALTER: (inspecting the math written all over room) These mathematical formulae are extraordinarily complex. Physicists use diagrams like these to shorthand ideas about how subatomic particles behave. These are sublime.

PETER: (finds a college degree in a broken frame) This may explain his flourish for numerical wallpapering. Astrophysics. He teaches at M.I.T.

WALTER: If I comprehend this correctly, then this Alistair Peck has taken Einstein's Theory of Relativity and turned it on its ear. I grasp portions of it, Tachyons are depicted here, but I fail to see their relevance. However, it does confirm that Doctor Peck was dealing with tremendous energy to do... whatever it is he's doing.

ALISTAIR PECK: (returns to his house as his possessions are being loaded for hauling) What are you doing with my things?

AGENT: (on radio) Peck is here, he's downstairs. (the science team hurries downstairs)

PETER: (notices the vast scarring on Peck) I guess that explains what all the surgical tools were for.

OLIVIA: What did you do to the people on that train? Twelve innocent people.

ALISTAIR PECK: (certain) Those people aren't dead, Miss. Not permanently.

OLIVIA: Of course they're dead.

ALISTAIR PECK: But they soon won't be. Although, others soon will be, I'm afraid.

OLIVIA: Doctor Peck, I want you to lie down on the ground now.

ALISTAIR PECK: Don't take my computations! They're meaningless to you. It is well within my ability to make it so that you are never in possession of the things I require.

WALTER: You've implanted a Faraday Mesh. (points to Pecks attachments)

PETER: What are you talking about, Walter?

WALTER: A shield, to create a temporal pocket around your body. Of course.

PETER: Of course, what? Why would he need a temporal pocket?

WALTER: That's fantastic.

OLIVIA: (as Peck begins to shift to another time) Doctor Peck, what are you doing? Doctor Peck?

PETER: (as Peck comes in and out of visual focus) Walter, what's happening?

(in a blue light, Peck reappears on the commuter train)

TEENAGER: (trying to panhandle Peck as he exits the train full of dead commuters) Spare change?

ALISTAIR PECK: I'm sorry you have to go through this again. (continues on his way)

TEENAGER: (trapped in the train car with a dozen corpses) Oh, God. Oh, God.

ACT III

Bishop Residence - Recall To Duty

(Walter sits at home writing a letter to Peter, when the phone rings. Walter lets the answering machine take the call, and listen to the message instead)

ANSWERING MACHINE: (recorded by Peter) Leave a message. (beep)

PETER: (calling his dad for work) Hey, Walter, it's Peter. Your son, Peter. (pauses) Alright, fine. When you get this, I want you to get your kit together. I just got off the phone with Olivia. She said there was an incident on a train, and I know how much you love trains. Thought it might cheer you up. I'm coming home to pick you up in fifteen minutes, alright?

Boston Train Platform - Crime Scene

(walking toward the commuter car with the dead bodies) PETER: Have you noticed anything weird?

OLIVIA: Not yet, but give it ten minutes.

PETER: I was actually talking about Walter.

WALTER: (to agents already on the scene) Excuse me. I'm Doctor Walter Bishop. Is this the car?

AGENT: Right over there.

WALTER: Must be the car. Oh, my.

AGENT: And there's nothing else you can give me? No other information? Here's the initial report.

PETER: You think these people died from having a heart attack at the same time?

WALTER: Perhaps it was sympathetic. Contagious, like yawning.

OLIVIA: Walter, does your theory suggest why all the lights would be out in this car?

WALTER: No, there should be battery backup. Unless it wasn't serviced properly. I'll need to take some of these bodies back to the lab. Six or seven should suffice.

BROYLES: (enters the car) Agent Dunham? (leaves with her to interview the panhandler outside the car) He crossed paths with the suspect as he entered the train car. Says the man was in a raincoat. Six foot, brown hair. Says he touched the hand rail. We're dusting for prints.

OLIVIA: Hi there. Uh, the man from the train -- Did he say something to you?

TEENAGER: Yeah.

OLIVIA: What did he say?

TEENAGER: 'I'm sorry you have to go through this again'.

OLIVIA: Again? And what then?

TEENAGER: He stepped off the stairs and walked away.

PETER: (leaves the car and interrupts the interview) Agent Broyles, Agent Dunham. All the batteries are dead. All the cell phones, laptops -- they're completely drained of power.

M.E. TECH: Hey, Ron... look, I found this on the floor over there. (Walter's letter to Peter)

WALTER: Oh, my God. Oh, thank you, thank you! That - that - that's mine. (retrieves his letter)

RON: He found it on the floor up there.

WALTER: Oh? Oh. Thank you.

Federal Building - ID-ing Peck

OLIVIA: (on phone to the lab) The mitochondria were depleted?

PETER: Yup, completely drained. The victims didn't die of a group heart attack, they were just completely drained of biological energy.

OLIVIA: Just like their phone batteries.

PETER: Pretty much. How is the question. Walter's still working on it. I'll let you know if he finds out anything else.

OLIVIA: Okay. (hangs-up)

BROYLES: (exiting an office) Dunham... we managed to I.D. the print we lifted off the train car railing. We got lucky. (hands her a file folder) They matched a set NASA has on file.

OLIVIA: (studies the file) Doctor Alistair Peck. What did he do at NASA?

BROYLES: He was classified as part of a think tank. We don't know much more than that, yet.

OLIVIA: Well, we know that he lives here. 412 Inman Street.

Peck's Residence - Another Raid

TACTICAL TEAM: (charging through the empty house) Clear. Clear. Clear.

OLIVIA: (on her radio) Send the Bishops up, please.

WALTER: Mister Peck may have done project work for NASA, but he's employed locally.

OLIVIA: Astrophysics. He teaches at M.I.T.

PETER: What?

OLIVIA: Wow, I'm having déjà vu.

PETER: Yeah, I read that déjà vu is fate's way of telling you that you're exactly where you're supposed to be. That's why you feel like you've been there before. You are right in line with you're own destiny.

OLIVIA: Well, do you believe that?

PETER: Mmm... no. It's a bit mystical for my taste. I never get them, myself. Maybe that's 'cause I'm not on track with my own destiny. Huh, look at this.

OLIVIA: What is it?

PETER: A photo album.

OLIVIA: Okay. But who are you? (sees a picture of Peck with a female friend) What's your name? Huh. (finds blue and pink toothbrushes near the sink) Well, one of them is bound to be back sooner or later. Hopefully sooner.

WALTER: (privately) Shall we go home now? I'm tired of waiting. Olivia... might I come with you? In your car? I can't drive home with him. I can't look at him.

OLIVIA: Walter, you can't keep doing this. Peter knows that something's upsetting you.

WALTER: I've written him a letter. Instead of me stammering in fits and starts, a letter is more concise. It explains everything in just the right words. Except that every time I think I'm ready to tell him, I envision his reaction when he reads it and I run the scene in my mind again and again. And every time, the outcome is terrible. But I will do it. But first... there's something I'm waiting for, Agent Dunham -- something important.

PETER: (returns with round metal objects) Hey, guys, check this out. Templates. Forms.

OLIVIA: What are they for?

PETER: Well, they're what you'd use to cast machine parts, but these look like they were handmade.

WALTER: This one is dated several months ago, This one even earlier. He refers to them as prototypes.

PETER: But prototypes for what?

(in a machine shop, Peck grinds objects and prepares to insert them in his badly scarred torso)

ACT IV

MIT - Interviewing Bryce

CAROL BRYCE: (sitting in her office) Alistair Peck was a professor here for six years. His focus -- obsession -- was particle acceleration. Um, creating wormholes without a particle collider.

PETER: Alright, you're saying that Doctor Peck's area of expertise was time travel?

CAROL BRYCE: He kept cranking out theories, and eventually every one of them was over our heads.

OLIVIA: That must have been frustrating for his superiors.

CAROL BRYCE: Embarrassing is a better classification. They wanted to fire Alistair but he saved them the trouble and left, about a year ago.

OLIVIA: (hands-over photo) Is this his wife?

CAROL BRYCE: Ah, the fiancée. Her name is Arlette.

PETER: Do you remember her last name?

CAROL BRYCE: I don't recall, no.

PETER: Do you know any other friends he might have had? People he knew?

CAROL BRYCE: That's the sad thing. He was kind to everyone, but he never socialized. I think I was his only friend.

OLIVIA: Well, anything that you can remember about Mister Peck, it could be important.

CAROL BRYCE: Alistair sent me these about six months ago to proofread. (retrieves a stack of thick journals) He had hopes of seeing them published.

OLIVIA: Uh, can we take them?

CAROL BRYCE: They're only gathering dust here. They are pretty dense. Most would say it's gobbledygook.

OLIVIA: Well, I happen to know someone who's fluent in gobbledygook.

Walter's Lab - Turling Lead

WALTER: I'm finished. (pacing the lab) In another twenty years, with the assistance of some other great minds, I will have absorbed this information. Alistair Peck has conceived of some extraordinary theories and is possibly implementing them.

PETER: Meaning what?

WALTER: He may well be able to travel through time. Conceivably. Einstein himself theorized this. (starts writing on a sheet of paper) 10:00 A.M...11:00 A.M. He said that if something could propel an object faster than the speed of light, then time would appear to bend. (joins the two ends of the timeline on the paper) When those two folds connect, a tremendous amount of energy is required to absorb the jump.

PETER: From any power source. So the laptops, the phones...

OLIVIA: ...and anyone who was near him.

WALTER: Yes.

PETER: Then what you're saying, Walter, is that Peck's moving through time is what killed all of these people on the train.

WALTER: That is my theory, yes, and Olivia, if it is right, then we may well have apprehended this man already. Possibly several times.

ASTRID: I found his fiancée. The car in one of the photo album pictures is registered to an Arlette Turling. Her license information is coming through.

OLIVIA: Okay, that's her. Find out whatever you can. She's our only connection to Peck.

WALTER: third volume is unfinished. (looking through one of the journals from Bryce) There's a handwritten segment at the back, then the writing stops. The unfinished chapter is entitled 'Achieving The Arlette Principle'.

OLIVIA: What'd you just say?

WALTER: 'Achieving The Arlette Principle'.

OLIVIA: (looking at Astrid's monitor) I think I know why Peck is doing this. Arlette Turling was killed in a car accident Ten months ago.

ASTRID: On the 18th of May.

OLIVIA: What if Alistair Peck is going back to save her?

WALTER: (timidly) Grief can drive people to extraordinary lengths. Now, considering the amount of energy that was drawn when he landed at the station this morning, using Peck's own theories, I estimate that we witnessed just a twelve hour jump. ten month jump... the results would be devastating.

OLIVIA: Well, how many casualties?

WALTER: It would depend where he landed. Hundreds.

ASTRID: (later, after researching, the team gathers at her monitor) This is weird. I did a search for Peck's cell phone when we first I.D.'d him as a suspect. He didn't have one, but Arlette Turling's number is still active. Someone's paying the bill. Now, in the past twenty-four hours, the primary cell tower that's been handling the signal from Arlette's cell phone is a tower near Albany Street.

WALTER: well, what's near Albany Street?

PETER: M.I.T.

OLIVIA: Well, what's he doing at M.I.T.? The professor said that she hadn't seen him for almost a year.

ASTRID: Well, Walter has a lab here, maybe Peck has a lab there.

MIT - Finding Peck

(the tactical assault team rallies outside the lab as SAIC Broyles approaches)

ND AGENT #2: (hold out files) According to the files, the lab registered to Peck when he was a professor here was Lab 107.

BROYLES: Are there any windows in that lab? (agent nods yes) Get your men on the rooftops.

WALTER: (just arriving) Are those guns really necessary?

PETER: You okay? Want me to take you back home?

WALTER: No, Peter, no,

PETER: Just stay there. (leaves) Agent Broyles...

WALTER: (approaching) Agent Dunham. If we are correct, and, for Peck, this is about bringing a dead loved-one back to life, then Peck and I, we have something in common. Let me speak to him.

OLIVIA: Walter, I --

WALTER: Of course I know that killing him is the only way to ensure that he won't jump, but if I could talk to him, I think I can convince him to stop this. Please.

OLIVIA: Let's talk to Broyles. (walks off)

(in his lab, after painful self-surgery, Peck inserts his hand-crafted devices under his skin)

WALTER: (Walter enters, turns-off the music and raises his hands) Wait. I am not a threat. I am an ambassador.

ALISTAIR PECK: I know who you are. You're Doctor Walter bishop. I've read you. New Frontiers In Genetic Hybridization.

WALTER: And I know that if you wanted to, you could disappear from here in a second. Please, trust me.

ACT V

Peck's Lab - Soul Searching

ALISTAIR PECK: (stands preparing a pot of tea) You and I both know there are certain things we take for granted -- the laws of nature for example -- that are not necessarily binding. There are places on this Earth where two plus two most definitely does not equal four. (pours tea for the both of them)

WALTER: (sitting calmly) You've figured out how to bend time. But you're only interested in traveling to the past. Your goal, your next jump is the 18th of May.

ALISTAIR PECK: So you know. The 18th of May. Yes.

WALTER: (as Peck wanders near the big windows) Don't do that! Don't stand there! There are snipers outside. Stay away from the window!

BROYLES: (to Olivia and Peter as they wait in the car) I hope he knows what he's doing.

ALISTAIR PECK: Why are you here? What do you really want?

WALTER: My calculations show what you must already know. An enormous amount of energy will be drained from wherever you arrive and a large number of people will be killed.

ALISTAIR PECK: (certain in his concept) But each jump back clears that slate.

WALTER: No! (certain in his concept) If you are reunited with your fiancée and you pull her from that car, the victims of this last massive reset will remain dead.

ALISTAIR PECK: (sits near Walter) Listen. On the day of the crash, we argued. Arlette wanted me to go to some store to register for wedding gifts, and I hurt her feelings and I left. As I walked, I became drawn to something on the horizon. A large, red ball. It was a hot air balloon. Moored on the city's outskirts, out in this field. I spent the whole day in this field, looking at this balloon, and I got my answer. I had an epiphany of how to physically apply my theories of time travel. I was in that field the moment her car was hit. 18 May, 2:18 P.M. If I'd have simply done what she asked me, if I'd have said, 'sure, I'll go with you', I know it wouldn't have happened. I will jump back. But I'll jump back into that empty field, Walter. And I'll only drain the energy from the plant life. Energy will be dispersed, no one will die, and I will pull Arlette from that car and I will save her life.

WALTER: I know why you haven't gone back to May 18th, yet. Because you don't know how to. You haven't been able to jump back any further than the train. (stands and disconnects his covert microphone)

BROYLES: (still in car. hears static) What happened? (on tactical radio) Someone get that signal back on-line!

WALTER: You approximate the time curvature using a seventh order polynomial. But you made one small error. For the distance you require, it should be at least nine. I've read you too.

RADIO TECH: (over radio) We can't get him back on-line. He turned the radio off.

BROYLES: (reply on radio) Get a team up there, now.

WALTER: I'm telling you how to do this, but I'm telling you - you cannot do it.

ALISTAIR PECK: I must do it.

WALTER: You'll never be able to live with the consequences.

ALISTAIR PECK: I told you, no one will die.

WALTER: (standing. resolute) That's not the consequences I'm talking about. I, too, attempted the unimaginable, and I succeeded. I crossed into another universe, and took a son that wasn't mine. And since then, not a day has passed without me feeling the burden of that act. (sits) I'm going to tell you something that I have never told another soul. (tactical squad charges into the building and down the corridor) Until I took my son from the other side, I had never believed in God. But it occurred to me... that my actions had betrayed him and that everything that had happened to me since was God punishing me. So now I'm looking for a sign of forgiveness. I've asked God for a sign of forgiveness. A specific one, a white tulip.

ALISTAIR PECK: Tulips don't bloom this time of year -- white or otherwise.

WALTER: But he's God. And if God can forgive me for my acts then maybe... it's in the realm of possibility that my son, possibly, may be able to forgive me too.

ALISTAIR PECK: (certain) Walter, God is science. God is polio and flu vaccines and M.R.I. machines, and artificial hearts. If you are a man of science, then that's the only faith we need. (assault team closes-in)

WALTER: Then allow me to serve as a precautionary tale. There will be repercussions if you pull Arlette from that car. You don't know how things will be changed by your actions, but they will. It's not our place to adjust the universe. And you will never be able to look at her again without knowing that, just like every time I look at my son. I have traveled through madness to figure this out. And you will too.

ALISTAIR PECK: You're asking me to just leave her there.

WALTER: (as the team arrives to capture Peck) No, no, no! Stop! I'm alright. (runs to halt the team) Stop! No, please! Gentlemen, please! Don't you see? We won't remember this. Don't you see? We won't remember anything. (Peck initiates temporal travel and disappears) We won't remember!

ACT VI

Peck's Lab - Dead Citizen's

UNIFORM COP: (on tactical radio as he inspects corpses strewn about) Officer in need of back-up

RADIO DISPATCHER: (replying) Copy that. What's your twenty?

UNIFORM COP: I am at 4-1-2 Inman Street. (inside, Peck continues to re-figure his math equations)

ASTRID: (studying her monitor in the lab as the team gathers around her) This is weird. I did a search for Peck's cell phone when we first I.D.'d him as a suspect. He didn't have one. But Arlette Turling's number is still active. Now in the past twenty hours, the primary cell tower that's been handling the signal is a tower near... Albany Street.

OLIVIA: (answers cell phone) Dunham.

BROYLES: (from Inman Street as the tactical squad arrives) Alistair Peck is back at his residence. Six dead, including two Boston P.D. Officers. We have to take him down before he jumps again.

(the science teams arrives and joins the fracas. Peck watches from his second-story lab as law enforcement prepares to enter the building. Peck puts on his glasses and coat, then sits to draw a quick message and address it. The tactical team batters at the locked door to gain entry. sharpshooters are positioning)

TACTICAL SNIPER: (on radio) I've got the shot.

BROYLES: Take it.

(Peck finishes the letter, then notices in the mirror that a laser designator is targeting his head. he ducks to the floor and is barely missed by the snipers bullet. downstairs, the assault team breaks the door open and charges upstairs. before they can reach Peck, he activates his temporal pocket and travels to the park with the hot air balloon. he dashes from the field and down to the street where his fiancée is parked. he arrives just as she is preparing to drive away. both happy that he decided to join her on the shopping trip, he tells her he loves her as he holds her hand. seconds later, a speeding vehicle crashes broadside into the engaged couple)

MIT - Fulfilling A Request

(in her office Professor Bryce takes the letter Peck composed from a hanging file drawer and studies the addressee)

PROFESSOR LIME: (joining her after passing her open door) I haven't seen you look at that letter for a while. It's been almost a year since Alistair died.

CAROL BRYCE: Today's the day I'm supposed to send it.

PROFESSOR LIME: Open it. Apparently, Alistair felt whatever it is, he could put in your trust.

CAROL BRYCE: He wouldn't have sealed it if he wanted me to see what's inside. (she places the letter on her desk - unopened)

Bishop Residence - Fireside

(Walter sits, writing his letter to Peter. somber, he seals it and studies a picture of the two of them, then walks to roaring fireplace and tosses the letter in)

PETER: (walking through the front door with audio equipment) Walter? Hey, I got you something. Fixed your turntable. I'd tell you to keep it out of the lab this time, but I know you won't.

WALTER: (heavy-hearted) Thank you, Peter.

PETER: I thought maybe you'd like some music to cheer you up. Walter, I know that you've been in a funk for the last couple of weeks. If there's something you want to talk to me about --

WALTER: No. Something was weighing on me, a decision, but... I'm fine.

PETER: Okay. I'm gonna go hit the hay (heads-off to his bedroom).

(Walter watches the letter he wrote continue to burn. New letters have been delivered to the house and rest on the entryway rug. Walter retrieves them and opens an interesting one. It is a simple, hand-drawn image of a tulip on white paper... the sign he was looking for)