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Recapped by Daniel · Aired 04-28-2009

A gruesome murderer is on the loose, according to a newscast playing in some guy's room as he gets gussied up for a night on the town. He hits a nearby club and meets a woman with stunning blue eyes. You might think he's the aforementioned murderer, if you've never seen TV before. They head back to his place for a little making out, which ends with her casually snapping his neck. The Fringe Division arrive the morning to find the guy facedown on his bed, with bits of his mangled, bloody, fluid-drained spine sticking up through the back of his neck. The lumpy red mess reminds Walter of shrimp cocktail, bless him.

An analysis of Shrimpy's spine indicates that he was bitten by a human. and that there's supposedly extinct syphilis bacteria in the saliva. They track the bacteria to a wheelchair-bound Dr. Boone in some residential research lab, along with other bioweapon goodies that link him to ZFT. He goes in for questioning and reveals he's an unwitting accomplice: Once he found out what his work was for (like that facial Silly Putty thing), he tried to back out, but ZFT took his wife Jillian. He agrees to give them info if they rescue her from where she's being held hostage in a Chinese restaurant. Olivia and Charlie bust into the place, and she's not there, but vials of the Super Syph that Dr. Boone needs are there. It turns out ZFT infected his wife and turned her into the spinal-fluid-slurping vampire that they're after, using the syphilis bacteria as some kind of carrier. Boone needs the vials to mix up a cure, and in exchange he'll tell Fringe Division everything they want to know. They agree to the deal, which leads to some awesome mad scientist bonding between Boone and Walter as they work together.

Along the way, we find out Boone was able-bodied just weeks ago, but tried to sustain Jillian with his own spinal fluid, to his own detriment. She continues her cycle of clubbing and killing, leaving behind a trail of ditched cars and bodies. Astrid comes up with the common denominator when she notices one of the victims reeks of booze, and a blacklight reveals a stamp on all their hands identifying the same underground club. Walter, being a good host, shares some tasty cookies with the guys who bring in the latest body. Peter, Olivia and Charlie head out to the club, Peter scanning the place with a thermal scanner to detect Jillian's syphilitic fever. They spot her, but she ducks out the back, where Charlie promptly tranqs her. She gets stuffed into the back of a car [Not an FBI van -- a car - Zach] with Peter and Olivia, who set about saying all kinds of dooming things like, "Oh, the ravenous spine-sucker will be out for hours," and, "Boy, everyone should drive with a police siren at least once before they die!" So Jillian wakes up right then and attacks Olivia, but Peter manages to shoot her with another tranq and they miraculously make it back to the lab without getting themselves into any more trouble.

Meanwhile, Boone and Walter have found a cure over Astrid's protests -- it's Boone's own spinal fluid, combined with some kind of super penicillin. This leads to Boone having a stroke and ultimately dying, but not before he gets to see the cure adminstered to his wife, whose freaky blue eyes fade to normal. Thoughtfully, he's left behind a VHS recording for Olivia, telling her who's been funding ZFT. It's... it's... William Bell! As in, Walter's old lab partner and the force behind Massive Dynamic. Dun dun DUN!

In the B plot, Rachel's been served divorce papers by Greg, who wants custody of the kiddo, which has both Rachel and Olivia very upset. Hey, look on the bright side... at least you don't have syphilis!

--Tippi Blevins

A louche-looking sort gets ready in his loft apartment (paid for by the money he made inventing "Another Youniverse," maybe?) for an evening on the town while the All-Exposition, All The Time News Team fills us in on a gruesome murder by Boston's Pier 7. "All we've been told is that a body was found mutilated by what might have been a hunting knife," says the reporter on scene. We're clearly supposed to get the sense that we're in the lair of the killer, given his interest yet lack of concern regarding the killing, as well as the big knife he folds up and puts in his pocket. But we know that there's a twist coming, and it's not going to be too hard to pick it out, provided you have at least five functioning brain cells. Along with his knife, our Presumed Serial Killer grabs his keys and condoms and heads out the door.

Outside a busy club, Buddy's cellphone rings. "Hello, beautiful," he says, in a slight English accent, and the woman on the other end is all, "Where have you been? Did you get my message?" And the evil murdering foreigner invents some lies about being at a conference, and catching up on his sleep, and turning off his phone. "Hey, come on, now. You're starting to go down that road again. Before you know it, you'll be all upset," he tells her, when she seems unconvinced, and he blames this on having more to do with all the miles between them, and "all that dreary weather you're having in Portland." He says she'll feel better when she gets back tomorrah, and he'll cook for her. She says she'd like that, and he lies about having to go have dinner with "these insufferable suits from Hong Kong" like she can't even hear all the loud club music in the background. "I hope it won't be too awful," she tells her poor boyfriend. "You never can tell," he says, totally scoping out his victim because HE'S OBVIOUSLY THE KILLER. And he walks inside, passing the club's star logo on an outside wall.

So inside is like the one club left in the world that still plays Bauhaus, which gives way to She Wants Revenge, while our hero scopes out all the pretty people dancing under the flashing lights. One blond beauty standing by herself catches his eye, and she gives him a look, so he makes his way over. "You know what's funny? Before I came in here, I thought I was good-looking," he tells her. Ugh. She gives that the eye-roll it deserves while still seeming to appreciate the compliment. Then he gets all real with her by saying that he can tell she's his type of girl. "How do you know?" she asks. "I know these things," he says, his voice getting all husky. But before he can finish seducing and, you know, KILLING her, her boyfriend shows up, and Buddy gets all deferential, all "Cheers, mate," and slinks off. So he finds someone else. A brunette, dancing by herself, eyes darting all around the club. "I can tell you're my kind of girl," he says, not at all freaked out by the fact that her eyes are Smurf-blue. Look out, victim and totally not the actual killer!

thing you know, they're making out back at his loft. He's doing the "I'm so into you I'm holding your head with both my hands" thing while he rams his tongue down her throat. She sits him down on the edge of the bed and starts caressing his head, but seconds later, she snaps his neck by doing that "arms moving in opposite directions" thing. Is it really that easy? I think you probably need to take a class to learn this. Probably has something to do with her presumably super strength.

Meanwhile, it's midnight in Portland, and the dead guy's poor girlfriend (who we all know is better off) picks her cellphone off the nightstand and dials. Miles away, her boyfriend's phone goes unanswered on his own nightstand, while his one-night stand cleans the blood off her face in her bathroom, and there's an odd crunching sound as she sets her jaw. Over on the bed, the poor bastard lies on his face, bloody spine exposed under ripped flesh. God. Same thing happened to my roommate freshman year.

So while Ella colours at the dining room table with some other kid, her aunt Olivia pops the cork on a bottle of wine and pours a glass for Rachel, who says she has to hear how "Helen and Neil" met. This would be the couple sitting canoodling in the living room. The Neil half of the couple explains that they were both single, in their thirties, and wanted to have kids despite not having met anyone. "Then I heard about this program called Two Singles Together. Two Singles Together was the answer for us." Rachel calls it a matchmaking service, and Neil annoyingly corrects her, calling it a "a way of life." And how it works is ... uh, well, it appears that the two of them had sex but don't actually spend any time together? "I have my own schedule, works for me. I have no interest in controlling Neil's, either," says the Helen part of the equation. So they go on separate vacations, apparently. "Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose of being in a relationship?" asks Olivia. Neil and Helen look at her like she has two heads, before they point out all the things they agree on, like where to live and which kindergarten their future fucked-up kid goes to. "Incidentally, I want to make sure Ella can attend Graham's birthday party," Helen tells Rachel, who says she already RSVP'd on the class signup, but Helen points out that was for Neil's "rock-climbing party" for Graham. Her party for Graham is the following Saturday at the science centre, don't you know. Olivia gets up, presumably to add some vodka to her wine, and instead of saying, "You are a nutjob," Rachel gets up to answer the doorbell. As the sisters scatter, Helen and Neil look away from each other and we can hear them bickering in the background, with her complaining about him always talking about Two Singles Together. Oh, and also telling him that he's drinking too much.

Meanwhile, Rachel's having her own crisis, having been handed a package by a messenger. "Greg's filing for divorce," she says, tearing up. Olivia's sympathetic, but Rachel doesn't want to break down in front of Helen and Neil: "They'll make me join Two Singles Together," she says. Heh. The sisters go to rejoin the annoying couple, but fortunately for Olivia, her cellphone rings, and she excuses herself, having just been called in to work. "Oh, what kind of work do you do, Olivia?" asks Neil, and Olivia hesitates instead of just saying that she works for the FBI.

I have no idea what's going on at this crime scene. I'm all discombobulated because Broyles isn't the one laying out what happened. It's Charlie, over at the rake's apartment, and he says the victim's name was Bob Dunn, 33. Dunn's girlfriend just got back from a business trip to Portland and found him here. No forced entry. No witnesses, and the corpse matches the victim found by Boston PD a couple of nights ago. "Yeah, they don't know what to make of it. So now they have another one, so it's ours to mix up," says Charlie, and let's hope his shining optimism rubs off on the entire team, hey?

Meanwhile, the Bishops are examining the body, which Walter says reminds him of shrimp cocktail: "You see, the shrimp must be de-veined by putting a shallow cut down the back to expose the vein. Which, in fact, is not a vein at all, but the crustacean's intestinal tract." Since I worked for a few months as a cook in a seafood restaurant, I can confirm this, although it's worth pointing out to a disgusted Peter -- "That's another foodstuff I can cross off the menu for life," he says -- that yes, sometimes the "vein" is dark, and you can guess what that means, and other times the vein is clear. Either way, it gets removed.

Then Peter sidles over to Olivia to ask if she's OK, since she was "awfully quiet" on the car ride over, and she doesn't seem her "normal, chipper self at a bloody, gruesome crime scene," like maybe Olivia should explain herself for not running around cracking inappropriate jokes all the damn

time. Olivia chalks it up to "home stuff," and Peter is all, "I know from 'home stuff.' I live with a guy inspecting a severed spine," and I hate to point out to Peter that that is actually WORK stuff, and it's YOUR JOB TOO.

So he and Olivia mosey over to where Walter is pointing out the bite marks on the back: "See how the flesh is ripped and jagged, markings. Canine or even ursine, but human." If it's canine or ursine, isn't that, you know, not human? I'm confused, but it's best not to worry about it too much. The upshot is that someone chewed the guy's spine out, but with a jaw strength well in excess of that of a normal human being. Peter jokes that they're maybe looking for Dracula, which doesn't even make any sense, but Walter's thrilled because he thinks Peter's snide remark means that his son is finally opening his mind to "new possibilities." Then Walter laments that vampires, sadly, do not exist. At least, not until sweeps.

Over in Broyles' office, Olivia brings her boss up to speed. "What? We have another Monster of the Week? What about exploring more of this show's overarching mythology?" he says to her. Olivia says Walter's sure the teeth marks are human, and Broyles wryly says he can just about remember when a suspect being human was a given, not an option.

Olivia tells him that Bob Dunn had an Audi that was missing, and the team couldn't find it in a two-block sweep, and local police are looking for it: "We could get lucky. Maybe the killer took it," she says, and adds that Walter's at the lab with both bodies, doing autopsies. Broyles tells her to keep him updated, which is EXACTLY what she's currently doing.

Anyway, instead of getting back to work, Olivia kind of hovers around his desk until he asks her if there's anything else. She leans in and says, "This may sound impolitic, sir, but I was wondering if you were satisfied with your divorce attorney." He looks at her, surprised, and she continues: "I've heard you talking on the phone to your kids, but never to your wife." Broyles eventually says, "I was satisfied. Except for the bill." What I would have said was, "I haven't ever used a divorce attorney. But if you ever need a funeral director, I can help you out with that. Any more conclusions you've leapt to?" So she asks if she can get the name and number, and he picks up his phone and taps a few buttons and tells her it should be waiting in her inbox. She thanks him and starts to go, and he says, "I hope things work out for your sister." Before she can react, he says, "I pay attention too, Agent Dunham." And she smiles at him all, Well played, boss, and walks out. Maybe she's thinking about hooking Rachel up with Broyles instead of Peter.

So in the lab, Walter is autopsying one of the bodies, and singing a song about the vertebrae connections until Peter thankfully makes him stop, and Astrid comes over to tell Peter, "When you finally meet a nice girl, I would avoid bringing her home for as long as possible," and yet somehow fails to add, "Because your dad might STAB HER IN THE NECK WITH A HYPODERMIC NEEDLE," and instead gives Walter the lab work he requested. Walter's hoping it helps them understand why the victims' spinal columns have been drained of fluid. "The killer took the victims' spinal fluid? Why would they do that?" says Astrid, who's apparently forgetting that there is any number of reasons, including the fact that the traditional anniversary gift for eleven years just happens to be spinal fluid. Walter says, "Where would the fun be if we already knew all there is to know?"

Examining the lab work, Walter notes that there were traces of treponema pallidum, which is syphilis, found on the victim's neck and back, most likely from the killer's saliva. "Great. I should have warn gloves," whines Peter, which really was true even before finding out the syphilis. "What's even more fascinating, this particular strain of syphilis is extinct. Has been for decades," continues Walter, and Peter asks how that can be. "See, isn't this fun?" says Walter. No, Rock Band is fun. This is exposing yourself to syphilis on a victim whose spinal cord was chewed up by some kind of supernatural human. But Astrid and Peter share a smile.

So Olivia quickly gets on it, and a CDC agent shows up at the federal building to tell her that particular strain of syphilis was shipped out four weeks ago to a Lubov Pharmaceuticals, which has a local address in Brighton. Olivia thanks him, and adds that a phone call would have sufficed. Maybe he's got a crush on you, Olivia! Don't embarrass him! He tells her he's not sure a phone call would have been enough: "I took the liberty of running the rest of Lubov's research requests over the past few years. This isn't the first contagion they've ordered from us. In fact, there have been quite a few." He hands her a file that she flips through, and then looks at him, startled

Over to Broyles's office again, where the CDC agent briefly explains that it's kosher for properly credentialed scientists to order bacteria and viruses for their research, and then Olivia has to jump in and say that Lubov has also procured a sample of a substance called RUD-90, which the agent says is a chemical compound used in the construction of bioweapons. "You're suggesting whoever's behind these killings may also be planning a biological attack?" says Broyles. I suggest you guys go after Tony Almeida. Olivia says, "Or has before. RUD-390 was one of the components of the rapid skin growth toxin that killed Agent Kent." "You're saying this is ZFT?" says Broyles, and the CDC agent is all, "What's ZFT?" like sure hope this guy has the proper clearance, BROYLES, who goes ahead and explains about ZFT being a terrorist organization responsible for a number of bio-attacks in the past year. The CDC agent asks what their agenda is. "That's what we wanna find out," says Olivia, and Broyles tells her to assemble an assault team and to move on Lubov. You know, just once, I wish my boss would tell me, "Assemble an assault team." Just once.

Assault team assembled, Olivia and Charlie lead the attack on what turns out to be just a house in Brighton. Charlie picks the lock on the back door and he and Olivia make their way inside, with Olivia being surprised by a snapping dog in a cage. The dog has the same bright blue eyes as the foxy killer, it should be pointed out. Olivia continues into the house and finds a man in a wheelchair using a bone saw doing a dissection on an animal in a makeshift lab off the kitchen. He keeps working, oblivious to the agents' entrance, until Charlie yanks the cord for his saw out with his foot. He turns around. "Federal agents. You're under arrest," says Olivia. He doesn't look overly surprised to see them there.

Back at the federal building, Olivia lays out Dr. Nicholas Boone's bona fides, with his advanced degrees in hematology and biochemistry, and asks him why the strain of syphilis he ordered was found on a murder victim's spine, not to mention the human bite marks: "What is out there doing this? What happened to these people?" Olivia shows him the photos. He stares at them for a moment, but says nothing.

Charlie tries a different tack: "How long have you been a follower of ZFT?" he asks. Boone looks surprised, and asks Charlie what they know. "Enough to know that they're using the world as a testing ground for experiments," says Olivia. She and Charlie badger Boone into giving them information about who funds ZFT and why, saying it'll go better for him if he complies. "Someone was dosed," says Boone, eventually. The agents ask with what. "I know a lot about the things you want. And more. And I'll answer your questions. But you have to help me first," says Boone. Olivia asks what he wants help with. "They have my wife. I want you to get her back." Why do I get the feeling we already know who his wife is?

"You're telling me ZFT's coercing you to conduct these experiments by threatening to harm your wife?" says Charlie. Oli

via asks why they'd be punishing him, and Boone says it's because when he found out what his work was being used for, he tried to get out. "I'll tell you everything you want to know. But first you have to get my wife back," he says.

So Olivia, Broyles and Charlie have a little conference about whether they believe him or not. Charlie and Broyles don't, even though Olivia says Boone's wife is a nurse, and the hospital where she works says she hasn't shown up in three weeks. Charlie and Broyles are all, big deal! Charlie points out that everything they know about ZFT suggests they're zealots, so why the sudden change of heart with Boone. But we all know that it doesn't matter to Olivia how many people disagree with her, when she knows she's right: "I'm sorry, but since I've been working in Fringe Division, eighty-one people have lost their lives." You know, Olivia, the time you go into Broyles' office looking for a raise, I recommend you don't lead with that. That's not even including all the dead people on Flight 627. "This is the closest that we've ever come to getting traction and stopping these people," she says.

The discussion's interrupted by a knock on the door. An agent comes in to tell Broyles that the address Boone gave -- where they're holding his wife -- is an address in Chinatown. "Doesn't exactly scream 'ZFT hive of activity,'" says Broyles. Except for this: it's been flagged by Edison: "They're burning five times more power a month than they should making moo shu pork." And then the agent's done, and hopes his line-reading earns him a bigger role on the show. Olivia says the power could be used for something like a lab. "Go get 'em," says Broyles. See, that's TWO assault teams Olivia gets to assemble. In one day!

Meanwhile, back at Boone's house/lab, the Bishops have arrived to catalog the chemical evidence (and crack wise). And despite the fact this is oh, let's say, the eighteenth crime scene the Bishops have visited this season, all of a sudden Walter feels the urge to say hello and introduce himself to every single person, and of course Peter has to give him crap for it and make excuses for his dad before they can get down to business, looking at everything in the mad doctor's makeshift lab.

Walter sniffs a beaker of benzyl alcohol: "Colourless liquid used as a bacteriostatic in solutions for injection, topically as a local anesthetic. Personally, I like to use it as a mouthwash." Straight up? Of course you do. Peter asks what this guy was creating, and Walter has a hypothesis. Peter's not sure he wants to hear it, and Walter only makes it worse for Peter by suggesting that he'll only be able to sleep again if the light's off. What is this, the pilot episode? Peter's seen some bizarre shit.

Charlie lays out the plan for the assault team, riding in the SWAT van to take down some moo shu pork. "Risk and Walken, you take the rear," he says. Apparently you have to be more mature than I am to be on a SWAT team, because no one snickers. And then there's Olivia giving some unnecessary instructions about how this is a "hostile situation in a contained environment," like it's a SWAT TEAM, Olivia, I'm sure they'll be fine.

Then her cellphone rings. Maybe you could turn it off? I mean, it's not like it's Broyles calling; it's Rachel, who's falling apart again because a process server was just by serving notice that Greg wants full custody of Ella: "Greg is claiming that I am an unfit parent. That the 'minor's mental and physical well-being would be best served under the sole custody of the petitioner.'" I will say this: Ella's probably not at risk at her dad's house from evil geniuses who have managed to create deadly websites.

Rachel threatens to run away and disappear with Ella rather than let Greg get custody, and Olivia does her best to calm her sister down: "You're not running anywhere, and you're not gonna lose Ella." Charlie's not even pretending not to listen in. "He's just doing this to hurt me," says Rachel. "This is just one of those things that you're gonna look back on and you're going to say, 'I beat that too.' Do you hear me?" Rachel hears her. Rachel calms down. Olivia begs off the phone, saying, "I've got a..." She glances around the van. "I gotta go to a meeting." Heh.

The sisters hang up. "We got that meeting," says Charlie, smile just barely suppressed, as the van arrives at the restaurant. The SWAT team members pour into the building through all entrances. The dude inside (the restaurant owner?) doesn't look particularly surprised to find himself handcuffed during a raid by a tactical assault team, you know. The agents fan out to find a full-blown laboratory, and they're probably not researching ways to make the kung pao spicier. Olivia grabs the head guy? A flunky? and then, surprisingly, speaks Chinese to him, demanding to know where Valerie Boone is. He doesn't appear to have any idea what she's talking about.

Back at the federal building, Broyles confronts Boone, telling him his wife isn't at the restaurant. "I know that," he says, and asks to talk to Olivia. Broyles is clearly pissed, but he calls Olivia and puts Boone on the phone. Olivia asks him what the hell's going on, and he tells her there's a room in the back. "We checked. She's not there." "I know, but what I need is," says Boone. Olivia goes inside, and finds the refrigeration unit that Boone leads her to, and he tells her to open it. "You know, I'm not gonna do a thing until you tell me why we're here," she says, and Boone says they're getting to that. Olivia opens up the refrigeration unit and finds five vials marked XT43, as Boone instructs: "The person who's out there killing has been dosed with this. I need it to make an antidote." I say Boone's lucky there's five vials still left. At my office, anything in the office fridge seems to be fair game. Olivia's all, "You lied to me?" And Boone says, "No, Agent Dunham. They didn't kidnap my wife. They infected her. That was my punishment for trying to leave ZFT. It's she who's out there killing." Well, that'll learn ya. And although this doesn't come as any great surprise, I'd still like to say to the doctor: Niiiice.

Over at Boone's house, Walter's examining the spine of the creature -- looks like it's a dog -- that Boone was working on. Peter wanders around and finds a video camera, which you'd think would have already been taken by the real Crime Scene guys. He turns it on, and we watch the Boones cavorting at a park.

So it's back to the nightclub, where Valerie catches the eye of some poor bastard getting into his Mustang. Dude was just about to go home, and then along comes Valerie. Talk about a buzzer beater. They park the car, and they start making out. "You are really warm," says Mustang. He caresses her cheek. "You're burning up," he says. There's a tear running down her cheek as she says, "You're my kind of guy. I'm sorry." And she goes in for the kill. And sometime later, Charlie shines his light through the window of the car, the surrounding area now the crime scene.

Over at the federal building, Olivia gets off the elevator and is intercepted by Broyles. She tells him Charlie's running a background check on Mustang man. Then she tells him Peter said he had something she should see. Broyles hands her the video camera, and tells her it was found at Boone's house. "You wanna pay specific attention to the date." Olivia checks it out.

Then the two of them go into the interview room where Boone is waiting. Olivia puts the camcorder down on the table so everyone can watch the boring old home movies of two people acting obnoxious in the park, but it's OK because they're in love. The important thing to note here is that Boone's got full use of his legs, to the point that he's hopping around on park benches. So his wife is going around attacking people's spinal columns, and he no longer has the use of his legs? Gotta be a coincidence, right? I mean, given the way he's hopping around here, he probably just fell off and broke his legs. Boone watches the video stone-faced.

Olivia turns it off and tells him

the video was taken three weeks ago: "Can you explain to me why you are in a wheelchair today?" Boone haltingly tells her that Valerie needs to feed, so he began to feed her his own spinal fluid. OK, back to up to where that makes SENSE, please. He says the more he gave her, the more she craved. "The contagion burns through her spinal fluid faster than her body can replace it. When she kills, it's simply to ... refuel," he says, and explains he tried to synthesize an antidote on his own, but he couldn't do it without a dose of the bacteria to work from. But ... he created the bacteria, right? Anyway, he laments that for the rest of his life, the wheelchair will remind him of what he's done.

Olivia wants to know why ZFT would ask him to create something like this. Shits and giggles, basically, says Boone: "To create a human nightmare. The syphilis was just a platform. A carrier for other attributes. Attributes that changed her." Olivia asks for what purpose. "For the same reason they asked me to create the skin-growth toxin: to show off," says Boone. Couldn't they have just bought a flashy car? Olivia asks who ZFT wanted to show off to. "Other scientists. You mean nothing to them," he says. Broyles asks if ZFT can now figure out how to make the stuff, if they could weaponize it. Boone's all, "You really don't know who you're dealing with!" Let's take that as a "yes," Broyles. Boone pleads for them to let him make a cure: "My offer still stands. I'll tell you everything I know when you find her." He starts listing all the stuff he needs, like a lab with a blood analyzer, a spectroscope, a centrifuge, a cow wandering around... well, not that last one. Olivia's got just the ticket.

So Walter, like a proud father, shows Boone around the lab, even as Peter asks Olivia if it's a good idea to let the other mad scientist have free reign in "Walter's believe-it-or-not emporium." Boone looks excited by all the equipment. Well, except for the centrifuge, which Boone points out is twenty years old. Twenty-five, actually, Walter corrects him: "It's an oldie, but a goodie. I also have a cow!"

So while Peter grumbles that one mad scientist is his limit, Olivia takes a call from Charlie who tells her that they found Bob Dunn's missing Audi, across town in Mission Hill, but it's been stripped of everything, including GPS, so they've got no way to track where he picked up Valerie. Meanwhile, Walter and Boone have apparently already found a cure. Something about purifying the mould, then fermenting it to the highest possible concentration. Yeah, that worked for my syphilis too. I mean, uh... (cough).

Anyhoo, Olivia gets off the phone and Peter tells her they're going to fight the super-syphilis with super-penicillin: "Syphilis was the platform. If they can kill the syphilis, they can stop the contagion," he explains.

Olivia fills him in on the recovered vehicle, as well as the stolen GPS. "Everything stolen is not necessarily lost," says Peter. "Meaning what?" asks Olivia. Meaning we're going to get another reminder of Peter's less than honest background. "If there's a car found stripped in the greater Boston area, I can guarantee you my man Mako has his big toe in it," says Peter, and Olivia thankfully translates that to "chop shop" for anyone who doesn't get it.

Over to said "chop shop," then, where Peter is vouching for Olivia and saying he'll owe him one, and Mako is a huge whale of a man with what appears to be some kind of animal claw for an earring, and he wanders over to speak in hypotheticals about how it's possible that the GPS is there but has been wiped for resale, and Olivia, after politely calling him "Mr. Mako" ("It's just Mako. You know, like Cher," explains Peter), says, "Theoretically, if the GPS is wiped then that would put you in a rough spot, because you'd be hampering a federal investigation," points out Olivia, and Mako protests that he's trying to work with them, and then finally admits that the car was stolen on Route Eighteen, Weymouth. By the water.

Back at the lab, Boone and Walter have successfully infected a lab rat with syphilis. Hopefully by injection. "Once this penicillin concentrates, we can test it on the rat," says Boone.

Then they make a little small talk, with Walter asking Boone where he studied. It was at the Curie Institute in Paris, and Kings College in Aberdeen. "It's quite a fall," he says, but Walter's having none of it: "It's an honour to have your intellect in my lab." Peter calls that high praise: "Because I know very well who you are." Walter jokes that that makes one of them then: "A little memory loss is often kind to the soul." Boone asks him if that's a figure of speech or if he actually believes in the soul. "There are days when I wish I did. There are days when I wish I didn't," says Walter. And then Boone starts whining about waking up at night, frightened, thinking there are some things man shouldn't know: "That the scientific trespasses I've committed..." he begins, and Walter finishes: "... will one day be judged." He says that he and "Belly" used to debate this. You know, William Bell? Walter, you name-dropper, you. Of course Boone's heard of the richest man alive, founder of Massive Dynamic. Walter tells him they used to share a lab. Anyway, the good news for the two of them is that if there is a soul, then there's still time for redemption. Hey, I'm a Catholic, so we get deathbed repentance. It's awesome.

Over in Weymouth, Peter and Olivia find the spot where Mako stole the car, thanks to all the shattered glass in the grass. "So we're thinking what? Boone's wife kills this guy, steals his car, and then drives it out here?" he asks. Olivia figures so, but what was she doing here? And where did she go? Peter bitches the cold a little bit, looking around. He spots something. "Olivia, I think I know why she came out here." Olivia comes over to have a look. In the underbrush by the water's edge is another body, spine exposed.

After the commercial break, Walter and Boone get ready to inject the rat with the antidote, but not before Walter asks "Aspirin" to get the camera. Astrid rolls her eyes and does it. Walter's in good spirits, and says if the antidote proves effective for the rat, it will no doubt work on humans as well. They inject the rat, and then the festivities are interrupted by Olivia and Peter chaperoning a couple of agents bringing in the latest bodies. Walter directs them where they should go, and very thoughtfully offers them a Peek Frean: "A delicious vanilla wafer with raspberry centre and lemon cream," he explains. Holy shit, that does sound good. Excuse me for a minute.

All right, I'm back, and Peter is snapping that the agents don't want a cookie. But one of them does take one, which makes Walter even more gleeful and tells Peter he's wrong.

Olivia strolls over to point out to a remorseful looking Boone that there are two more bodies to deal with, and she figures he must have some idea where his wife is getting them. "The person out there killing people is not thinking like my wife," he says.

It's Astrid who hits upon something: "This one smells like a brewery," she says. She asks Peter to turn out the lights, but Walter takes care of it, because he ordered the Clapper on television and is all too happy to turn off the lights like a shut-in. Astrid shines black light on the bodies' hands and finds matching entry stamps from a place she easily identifies as the cavern: "The industrial area is really happening in the underground club scene right now," she says. Just in case Walter's interested. Walter claps the lights back on, and the good mood is soured when they see that the poor syphilis rat has died. Boone says that he needs more time to make the cure, but if they take Valerie alive, he knows he can save her. Olivia says she'll see what she can do.

nd drags Peter in with her, with his thermal imaging thingy, because the strain of syphilis really raises a person's body temperature. I think I forgot to mention that earlier. And this cute girl comes up to Peter and says he's her kinda guy. OK, that's the third person to use that pickup line. Is that a requirement of the club or something? She asks Peter what he's holding, and he tells her it's a handheld thermal imaging radiometer. "It tells me if you're hot," he says. She preens for him a little. So? "So you're definitely hot. But I'm looking for someone with syphilis," he says. Thankfully, that didn't make her more interested.

Back at the lab, the two mad scientists are trying to figure out what went wrong with the rat. Walter suggests a protein incompatibility. I was just about to say that! Boone says that's not it, that the contagion required cerebral spinal fluid as a catalyst, so the cure must need it too. "And the only spinal fluid we know for a fact is compatible is my own," he says.

Walter says that's out of the question, because it's too dangerous: "If you lose more spinal fluid, it could cause a brain hemorrhage." Boone insists that he was very careful to monitor how much fluid he's taken out, and another twenty-five milliletres would be safe. Astrid's against it, but Boone yells that they have no other choice. After a moment, Walter tells Astrid to prep the table.

Over at the club, Peter and Olivia are thankfully avoiding being hit on by more people, and Peter finally spots Valerie on his thermal imaging thing. "I got her. She's moving along the back wall." Peter's device looks kinda like a Virtual Boy, don't you think? Anyway, they lose her, so Olivia checks with Charlie outside, and he says she hasn't come out yet: "She's still in there with you, Liv."

Meanwhile, back at the lab, Walter withdraws some spinal fluid via a needle into Boone's back. It looks quite painful for him, and after Walter hands off the stuff to Astrid, he lifts Boone up and sets him down into his wheelchair. After blinking back tears, Boone notices the video camera sitting on a nearby table.

Back at the club, they've picked up Valerie again. Well, that was exciting. Olivia calls Charlie to let him know Valerie's heading out, and Charlie asks what she's wearing. "Black dress and freakishly blue eyes," says Olivia.

Valerie's walking hand in hand with some dude, and Charlie comes running up. "Valerie Boone! Are you Valerie Boone?" Valerie looks scared, doesn't answer. Charlie decides it's her, and shoots her in the shoulder with a couple of darts. Dude, it better be her, huh?

Back at the lab, Astrid relays the news that the agents picked up Valerie. Walter's working, his back to Boone, so it's Astrid who notices that Boone seems to be having a seizure. She alerts Walter, who orders her to get a TPA injection. While he tries to still Boone, Walter says, "You lied to me. You let me take too much spinal fluid." Boone chokes out, "How far would you go for someone you love?"

OK, let me understand something here. Valerie has been injected with something that makes her freakishly strong and provokes her into killing people and then ripping open their backs so she can drink their spinal fluid, and Peter and Olivia are just driving around with her in the back seat of Olivia's car? OH MY GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS? Well, sure, she took a couple of tranqs to the shoulder, so I'm sure she'll "be out for hours," as Olivia says. Peter asks where the siren is, and Olivia shows him. He flips it on and starts giggling as the lights flash and the siren wails. She asks him if that's why he wanted to drive. "Everybody should get to do this at least once before they die." Well, now that you'd done the former, the latter might be closer than you think, Peter: Valerie just opened her eyes in the back seat. Didn't see that coming.

So after the commercial break, Valerie lies there, eyes open, while Peter notes that Olivia looks a little downcast. That look says more than just, "I wish I hadn't let him drive." Olivia says she was just thinking about what Boone was doing for his wife. "Geez, that kind of love," she says, and then tells Peter that Greg asked Rachel for a divorce, and now is fighting her for custody. Peter says he never liked that guy, and Olivia laughs, pointing out he's never met Greg. "Yeah, but I met your sister. So I know she deserves better," he says. Like you, huh? Olivia says she thought Peter was a "card-carrying cynic," which he admits, adding, "But there's an argument to be made that beneath every cynic there is a frustrated romantic."

Well, that's about all Valerie can take with the blathering, so she attacks Olivia from behind, and Peter starts swerving all over the road. Olivia, fighting off Valerie, yells for Peter to get her tranquilizer gun, which he does, and he manages to shoot Valerie twice, knocking her out. Yeah, that kept her out for what, five minutes last time? Shoot her again! "I think she liked you," says Peter, and Olivia's too worn out to tell him to shut his piehole.

At the lab, Peter carries Valerie in and they get her strapped down. My god, I'd be terrified to do that. Olivia sees Boone and asks what happened, and Astrid tells her he had a stroke.

Walter injects Valerie with the antidote while Boone watches, and then he quietly says "thank you" to Olivia. "You're welcome," she whispers.

"Now we wait," says Walter, but they don't have to wait too long before Valerie starts writhing and straining against her restraints. She knocks it off and falls asleep before too long, and Walter checks her right eye. Still bright blue, at first, but then the eye clears to its more natural green shade. "Seems to be working," says Walter, only Boone doesn't seem to notice. That's cuz he's dead. Well, at least he died the way he lived: donating spinal fluid to his freak wife.

So as some EMTs are wheeling a still unconscious Valerie out, Walter gives Olivia a videocassette that he says Boone wanted Walter to give her. So the doctor who complained about Walter's twenty-year-old centrifuge had a camcorder that recorded to VHS? Do they still even make those anymore? "What is it, Walter?" she asks, but he just looks grim and walks away.

So Olivia finds a VCR. Maybe a Betamax, for all we know, and puts in the tape. Boone's on the video, saying, "Agent Dunham, if you're watching this, I suspect I didn't make it. But you and I had a bargain, and, uh, you held up your end." He promised her answers, and here they are: "In the time I worked with ZFT, I never dealt with anyone of significant rank within the movement. But I was able to gather some names, including some I suspect you've already heard of."

We don't hear any more, though, because all of a sudden Olivia's in a jazz club, where she finds Broyles, who seems to be alone. He asks if she's all right, and she tells him that Boone told them everything he knew about ZFT. "Did he mention David Robert Jones?" asks Broyles. He did not, said Olivia. "But he did mention another name that we've heard before." It wouldn't happen to be a name that we've heard this episode for the first time in a long time, would it? "According to Boone, the man who's funding ZFT is William Bell," says Olivia. Well, maybe he thought ZFT would fail and he needed a tax writeoff. Just don't jump to any conclusions, is all I'm saying.

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"You're telling me ZFT's coercing you to conduct these experiments by threatening to harm your wife?" says Charlie. Olivia asks why they'd be punishing him, and Boone says it's because when he found out what his work was being used for, he tried to get out. "I'll tell you everything you want to know. But first you have to get my wife back," he says.

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Olivia turns it off and tells him the video was taken three weeks ago: "Can you explain to me why you are in a wheelchair today?" Boone haltingly tells her that Valerie needs to feed, so he began to feed her his own spinal fluid. OK, back to up to where that makes SENSE, please. He says the more he gave her, the more she craved. "The contagion burns through her spinal fluid faster than her body can replace it. When she kills, it's simply to ... refuel," he says, and explains he tried to synthesize an antidote on his own, but he couldn't do it without a dose of the bacteria to work from. But ... he created the bacteria, right? Anyway, he laments that for the rest of his life, the wheelchair will remind him of what he's done.

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Back at the lab, Boone and Walter have successfully infected a lab rat with syphilis. Hopefully by injection. "Once this penicillin concentrates, we can test it on the rat," says Boone.

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All right, I'm back, and Peter is snapping that the agents don't want a cookie. But one of them does take one, which makes Walter even more gleeful and tells Peter he's wrong.

So it's over to the Cavern, where we see Valerie dancing and looking around for victims. Does she have an endless supply of outfits or is she just really good at getting bloodstains out? Olivia comes in, telling the bouncer that she's FBI, and drags Peter in with her, with his thermal imaging thingy, because the strain of syphilis really raises a person's body temperature. I think I forgot to mention that earlier. And this cute girl comes up to Peter and says he's her kinda guy. OK, that's the third person to use that pickup line. Is that a requirement of the club or something? She asks Peter what he's holding, and he tells her it's a handheld thermal imaging radiometer. "It tells me if you're hot," he says. She preens for him a little. So? "So you're definitely hot. But I'm looking for someone with syphilis," he says. Thankfully, that didn't make her more interested.

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At the lab, Peter carries Valerie in and they get her strapped down. My god, I'd be terrified to do that. Olivia sees Boone and asks what happened, and Astrid tells her he had a stroke.

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Walter injects Valerie with the antidote while Boone watches, and then he quietly says "thank you" to Olivia. "You're welcome," she whispers.

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