Dunham: Peter, you decipher what he says. Things that other people can't even follow. Peter: No, not any more. Anybody can do that. There's nothing special about me. Dunham: You're his son. Peter: That's not the only thing. I don't do well staying in one place. You know that. Dunham: This isn't the job for me. If you leave, so does he. Peter: Really? You're telling me that if the federal government wants to get Walter Bishop out of a mental institution, they can't do that without the consent of his son? Dunham: It's your father. He's made it very clear that if you leave, he won't cooperate with our investigations. Peter: I don't believe it. Dunham: He would rather go back to St. Claire's than work here without you. He said that more than once. Peter: Was he wearing clothes at the time?
Jacobson: Master sergeant Stuart Malick. He was at his post at the marine base On the night of June 22. His job was to watch the motion sensors, perimeter security, to ensure that there was no breach at the base. Except on that night, the sensors went nuts. What we found was this. Metallic cylinder, 24 inches tall, 12 inches in diameter. He assumed it fell from the sky. That perhaps it was a piece of a satellite. Except it wasn't. Stranger still, although it seemed to be a solid piece of hard metal, it was vibrating. Dunham: At two megahertz. Then again at four.
Jacobson: I was called in to investigate. We determined it was transmitting something. A signal that we couldn't decode. 48 hours after we found it, there was an explosion unlike anything I'd ever seen. It went through the floor to the basement below. It exploded down. And was gone.
Peter: Let me ask you a question. If I tried reverse psychology, like,if I just said to you right now, "Walter, don't tell me what that is," would that work? Walter: Many years ago, I worked on project Thor. The Department of Defense wanted a subterranean torpedo, a missile which could, in theory, be shot from anywhere in the world through the earth's core and hit its target on the other side. Peter:I know for a fact that that is ridiculous. Walter: Open your mind, son, or someone may open it for you. Even that doesn't make any sense. The cylinder could be any number of things, None of which I am prepared to discuss. Great, well, I am glad I stuck around for this.
Walter: Damn it! Must you always be such a smart ass? I need the aluminum foil right now to shield the frequencies of the cylinder. Your life depends on it. All our lives depend on it. Go now. Peter: I'm gonna go get you your aluminum foil, and then when I get back, you're gonna tell me what the hell it is you think that thing does. Walter: While you're out, if you see a chance to get me a root beer float, That would be wonderful.
Walter: I believe there are only another four hours in which I must keep the cylinder from those who are trying to get it, a theory I have discussed with my friend, who agrees with me. Peter: Your friend? Um, he's a tall fellow, right? Pink, big fuzzy ears. Walter: No, he's a man. Quite nice. Albeit extremely bald. No eyebrows either. It's disturbing, but you get accustomed to it.
Walter: Must you always be so small-minded? Damn it, don't be like her. Like your mother. Questioning my judgment. I am not a child. I will not be babied. Peter: Thank you for that. That's exactly what I needed. Guilt relieved. Olivia, I am very sorry, but I think you'll understand why I don't want to hang around any longer.
Unsub: You and your colleagues had the cylinder last. Where is it now? Peter: I have no idea. And even if I did, you're the last person I would tell.
Unsub: When was the last time your father kissed you? Peter: I think that's your lamest question yet. Unsub: Think about your father.
Unsub: Good. Now think about a time before he was sent away to the institution. A happy time, a time when you still believed that your father loved you. Beside his car in your old house, does your father have any other hiding places? Answer the question. Does your father ha –
Unsub: Thank you. You just told me where the cylinder is.
Peter: Who the hell are you? What is the cylinder? Peter&Observer: You know what it is, don't you? Why is it here? Why now? Who are you? Apples, bananas, rhinoceros. I want to hold your hand. Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Observer: Do you really know my father? Did you talk to him this afternoon? Are you his friend?
Walter: What I did to you was very untrustworthy of me. I never intended to harm you. I was simply doing what was necessary to protect us all. If it would help you feel a sense of retribution, I would tell you to inject me too. but I'd most likely enjoy it.
Peter: Something happened out there tonight, Olivia. The Pattern that Broyles refers to, I always thought it was nonsense. Inexplicable things happen every single day. It does not mean that there's any deeper significance. I know this is gonna sound insane. Yeah, I know it sounds insane, but that man out there in the woods, he knew me. And I don't know how, but he was inside my head. He knew what I was going to say before I said it. Dunham: The man I shot? Peter: No, the other guy, the bald guy. From your photos. Mr. no brows? Dunham: Peter, I didn't see anyone. Peter: You know me well enough now to know that these are the last words I would ever expect to to be saying, but what if Walter is right? What if this is just the beginning? Dunham: Listen, you took a pretty bad blow to the head. Peter: You think I did this to myself? Dunham: No, I just – I was wrong to – to demand that you stay here. Walter is not your respoibility. As you've always said, this was just supposed to be temporary. You have your life. Dunham: Olivia, did you hear what I just said? I mean, I'm a fairly open-minded guy, but there are things happening here that I can't even begin to explain. And I am not going anywhere until I can.
Dunham: In that case, you might want this. Your credentials have been approved. Civilian consultant to the Department of Homeland Security. Peter: Does this mean I don't need an escort to come into the federal building anymore? Dunham: Yeah. Peter: Will it get me out of speeding tickets? Dunham: Maybe.
Walter: Who they are, what they want– as a man of science, I share your frustration in not having these answers. But what I know is that you are sitting here now... my son... alive. I know you must think me insane. Peter: Not nearly as much as you might think.
Writers: Jeff Pinkner, J.J. Abrams Director: Paul A. Edwards
Stars: Anna Torv as Olivia Dunham Joshua Jackson as Peter Bishop Lance Reddick as Phillip Broyles Kirk Acevedo as Charlie Francis Jasika Nicole as Astrid Farnsworth Mark Valley as John Scott John Noble as Dr. Walter Bishop
Guest Stars: Michael Cerveris as September Michael Kelly as Rouge Nestor Serrano as Colonel Jacobson Lisa Joyce as Young Waitress Nancy Ticotin as Older Waitress David Sajadi as Technician Jennifer Ikeda as Agent Chaperoee Ash Roeca as Agent Rodriguez