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Walter's Lab - Getting Organized
(the doctor sits alone in his office with a water pipe. smoke fumes rise around him as he leans back and listens to music. motivated, he neatly labels all of the jars, canisters and containers in the lab)
ASTRID: (entering and noticing Walter's altered state) Walter?
WALTER: (humbly) I've decided that we need to get organized.
ASTRID: (not fooled) You've been smoking marijuana.
WALTER: I'd hardly classify what I've just smoked as marijuana. It's -- it's a hybrid. Of Chronic Supernova and Afghani Kush. I call it Brown Betty.
ASTRID: (tolerant) Walter... I know how you're feeling.
WALTER: It's important to take control of one's life.
ASTRID: Peter is going to come back. He just needs some time. But he will come back.
WALTER: (as Olivia marches in through the lab doors) Oh!
WALTER: Is there news? Have you found him?
OLIVIA: I'm sorry, Walter. I have some leads that I would like to follow up, but I have to --
WALTER: -- You have to what? What can be more important than finding Peter?
ELLA: (enters the lab) Aunt Liv... the snack machine stole the dollar you gave me. Hi, Astrid. Hi, Uncle Walter.
ASTRID: Hi, Ella. You know what? We have some snacks back there in the fridge. You can go help yourself.
WALTER: Who's that?
ASTRID: Ella, Walter.
ELLA: (marching off) It smells funny in here.
ASTRID: Rachel's daughter. Rachel's Olivia's sister.
OLIVIA: Rachel had to go to Chicago for the weekend, so she asked if I could look after Ella. And I was wondering if maybe you could watch her --
WALTER: Oh, no, no, no. I couldn't possibly look after anyone else. I'm well into Phase One.
ASTRID: I think she's talking about me. Walter just smoked something called Brown Betty.
ELLA: Hi, cow. (meets Gene)
WALTER: Be careful, Stella. (runs to intercept the two) Gene, Gene, no licking. no licking.
OLIVIA: You should only have to watch her for a few hours.
ASTRID: Don't worry, Olivia. I will be here. We would love to have her.
Walter's Lab - Daycare Mode
ELLA: (playing the board game - Operation. to Walter as the buzzer repeatedly sounds) You're killing him. You're not supposed to touch the sides. What kind of doctor are you? You're not even trying.
WALTER: His heart.
ELLA: All you've done is eat all my snacks and talk about weird stuff and everything makes you laugh. I know! Why don't you tell me a story?
WALTER: I'm not very good at stories.
ELLA: Didn't you used to tell stories to Peter?
WALTER: Mm. I'm sure Missus. Bishop did, but... no, I never told Peter stories. I was always... too busy with my work.
ELLA: What about your parents, Uncle Walter? Didn't they tell you stories?
WALTER: Oh, yes. My mother loved Chandler and another writer called Dashiell Hammett. She loved detective stories. Oh! And musicals! She adored musicals! She often would dress me up to play parts in plays at school. I was roughed up quite a lot as a child.
ASTRID: Walter... I think that Ella would really, really enjoy a story.
ELLA: Once upon a time.
WALTER: Well, alright. Are you ready? Um, hmm. Once upon a time... there was an accomplished detective. Except that she had decided to retire, pack it in, because there was one mystery she could not solve.
ELLA: What was that?
WALTER: How to mend a broken heart. (as fictional Olivia looks at a picture of fictional John Scott)
FICTIONAL RACHEL: Miss Dunham? My name is Rachel. I'm sorry to just show up like this, but I have left you several messages, and I'd like to hire you. My boyfriend, he's gone missing.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Well, as you can see, I'm kinda busy. (pours her self a drink)
FICTIONAL RACHEL: He got in over his head to a gambler. A guy named Big Eddie. I'm afraid something bad may have happened to him.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Drown him?
FICTIONAL RACHEL: I'm sorry, what? (declines the drink offer) Oh, uh, no, thank you.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: You know, most times when someone comes in here worried that their sweetheart's gone missing, or worse... by the time they find out what I usually find out, they wind up wishing he really were dead.
FICTIONAL RACHEL: What do you usually find out?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Rachel, is it? Do yourself a favor. Go home.
FICTIONAL RACHEL: He wouldn't do what you're suggesting. We met only a few weeks ago, but... it was love at first sight. You probably don't believe something like that exists. But I assure you - it does.
WALTER: (his mind wanders from the fable he was narrating to Ella and he starts singing) Something happens and I'm head over heels. I never find out till I'm head over heels. Something happens and I'm head over heels. Don't take my heart, don't break my heart... don't, don't, don't throw it away.
ASTRID: (honestly) What those school kids must've done to you.
ELLA: (earnestly) Maybe you should teach me algebra.
WALTER: Oh. Oh, you see, (fibbing) the... medication that Uncle Walter is on, causes his posterior and lateral cricoarytenoid muscles to contract his larynx's. Anyway, what was I saying? Ah! Yes. True love. (returns to his story)
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: When was the last time you spoke to him?
FICTIONAL RACHEL: On the telephone two days ago.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Okay, and what's his name?
FICTIONAL RACHEL: Peter Bishop.
ELLA: (interrupts the story) Wait a minute. That's wrong. My mom doesn't love Peter.
WALTER: Of course not. It's just a story. But, as with all good stories, things aren't always as they seem. So where were we?
ELLA: She just took the case.
WALTER: Oh, yes. How could she not? See, what Rachel didn't know is that Detective Olivia once believed in love. Especially great love. And, if for no other reason, she took this case to see if such a love really existed. Now, this is where things might get a bit frightening. I'm not sure you'd want me to go on.
ELLA: (eagerly) Does it have to do with Peter?
WALTER: Maybe. It just might. You see, just as Olivia was gathering the facts from Rachel, far on the other side of town, a young man had gone into hiding because he had in his possession a very special item.
ELLA: What kind of item?
WALTER: As it happens... (fictional Peter opens a box and...) A heart. But a heart unlike anything the world had ever seen.
Jazz Bar - Chasing Leads
WALTER: Now... the measure of a good detective is where she gets her information from.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: (to bar patron) Is he here?
WALTER: (voiceover) Detective Dunham knew some high people in low places.
FICTIONAL BROYLES: (sits at piano, playing and singing, Olivia approaches) ...and you just can't escape from the sound... don't worry too much, it'll happen to you... we were children once playing with toys... (stops. annoyed)
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Hello, Lieutenant Broyles. Good to see you. What's the matter? You're not gonna say hello?
FICTIONAL BROYLES: Well, now, I didn't know if you actually meant hello or if you were just stringing me along. You're good at that.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: I need to ask a favor.
FICTIONAL BROYLES: Must be a good one if you're coming to me.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Not as good a favor as pretending six years ago I didn't see a cop on the beat plant evidence to get a promotion. But yeah, it's important.
FICTIONAL BROYLES: What is it?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: (hands over photo of fictional Peter) Missing person.
FICTIONAL BROYLES: Never seen him. (hands photo back)
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: What about this? (hands over geometric doodle) Does it mean anything to you? That guy's sweetheart found it in her apartment the night he vanished.
FICTIONAL BROYLES: (studies it) It's a company logo. Massive Dynamic. Ever heard of them?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: No. What do they do?
FICTIONAL BROYLES: Question is, what don't they do?
WALTER: (voicing over as Broyles plays the piano) Indeed, what don't they do? Olivia did her homework and soon found out some of the things they did do.
ELLA: (voiceover) Like what?
WALTER: Massive Dynamic made its money at any cost. A vile firm that never missed an opportunity to exploit the little guy. Profiteering off the creativity of others.
Nina's Office - Introductions
FICTIONAL NINA: Miss Dunham... Nina Sharp. Pleasure to meet you.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Thank you so much for seeing me.
FICTIONAL NINA: Detective Broyles called on your behalf. He said you were looking for someone? You thought I may be able to provide some information?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Uh, yes. His name is Peter Bishop. I'm investigating his disappearance on behalf of his fiancée. She believes he may be in trouble.
FICTIONAL NINA: Yeah, that wouldn't surprise me. Whatever trouble he's in, I'm sure he deserves much worse. Peter Bishop is a con man with many talents and many identities -- all of them suspect. Small cons to large scale industrial espionage, with only one person's interests at heart -- his own.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: I see.
FICTIONAL NINA: But I can tell you one thing. if he's pretending to love this woman, he must be using her somehow. For her sake and yours, I hope he stays missing. He's dangerous. (distracted by her assistant) Ah, I'm sorry. My attention is required on another matter.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Of course. Thank you so much for your time.
FICTIONAL NINA: Miss Dunham. You should proceed with caution. I meant it when I said that Peter Bishop is dangerous. (on the phone after Olivia leaves) It's me. There has been a development.
Driving - After Hours
FICTIONAL RACHEL: (her answering machine) Hello, this is Rachel. Please leave a message.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Uh, this is Olivia Dunham. I need to talk to you. It's about Peter Bishop. So could you give me a call as soon as you get this? (hears a scuffle as the line is picked-up) Rachel?
FICTIONAL RACHEL: Help me, Miss Dunham!
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Rachel! (no reply)
Crime Scene - Dead Actress
(fictional Rachel lay dead as the police photographer snaps some still pictures)
ELLA: (interrupts the story) That's not how it goes. She can't be dead.
WALTER: Why not?
ASTRID: Probably because it's her mother, Walter.
ELLA: No, that's not it. Because that's not how stories work. She's in love -- true love. She can't die.
WALTER: But... as I have said, in this story, things are not as they seem. (continues his tale)
FICTIONAL BROYLES: She was an actress. Her real name wasn't even Rachel, it was Kelsey. Don't ask me what to make of it, we're in the dark. But whoever did this was good. Didn't leave fingerprints. Hell, we can't even identify what type of weapon he used. But one thing we both know, Dunham -- death seems to follow you around.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: What you sayin' there, Chief?
FICTIONAL BROYLES: I'm saying I want you as far away as possible.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: (smart-mouthed) Just when my interest is piqued?
FICTIONAL BROYLES: Keep nosing around, and you and your interest can spend some time downtown as a guest of The State.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Well, it's three hot meals and a bed. It's tempting, but, uh... I think I'll pass.
FICTIONAL BROYLES: I'm serious, Dunham. Time to leave things to the Big Boys.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Okay, you win. (walks out and takes written evidence. drives away and calls on her radio phone)
FICTIONAL OPERATOR: (answers call) Directory Assistance.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Yes, Operator, I would like an address, please.
FICTIONAL OPERATOR: Go ahead, Hon. What's the name?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Uh, for Doctor Walter Bishop.
ELLA: (interrupts again as she and Walter feed Gene) It's you.
WALTER: Kind of. Slightly less handsome than your Uncle Walter. But equally brilliant. A tinkerer, a dreamer. And Olivia would soon discover that he was the one that got her mixed up in all this. (continues story)
Walter's Lab - Cornering The Doctor
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: So you're saying that you hired her to hire me to find Peter Bishop?
FICTIONAL WALTER: That's right.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Why didn't you come to me yourself?
FICTIONAL WALTER: Ah. Your reputation precedes you, Miss Dunham. You aren't the best, but you're selective. You only take cases where someone has lost their heart to love. So I used her to get your attention. I never meant for her to be harmed.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Okay, well, you've got my attention now, Doctor Bishop. Now who the hell is Peter Bishop, and why are you looking for him?
FICTIONAL WALTER: He was my lab assistant.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: You got the same name. You related?
FICTIONAL WALTER: Just coincidental, although I did grow to love Peter as a son. But apparently, he was far more dangerous than I feared. He stole something from me. My most... important invention. I have spent my life making things that bring joy and happiness, to make the world a better place. Bubble Gum was one of my first. Ah. Flannel Pajamas. Oh, Rainbows. And my latest project, Singing Corpses.
SINGING CORPSES: (three sit-up from their respective tables) Two, three, four... (singing in two parts) Who can take a sunrise? Who can take a sunrise? Sprinkle it with dew? Sprinkle it with dew? Cover it with chocolate and a miracle or two? The Candy Man... the Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good. (they cease and recline)
FICTIONAL WALTER: Why not bring a little life to the dead I say. Their harmonies are still a bit off.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: What's this? (points to journal)
FICTIONAL WALTER: Well, that's a hug, of course.
ELLA: (seeking clarification on the story) He invented hugs?
WALTER: Oh, yes, my dear. He invented everything that is wonderful in the world. Teddy Bears, and Chocolate Bars, and... oh, and something even more remarkable than that. A heart. (continues the fable)
FICTIONAL WALTER: A glass heart.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: What makes it so special?
FICTIONAL WALTER: Put simply, it's a power source. But it's capable of many wondrous things. And until quite recently... I was kept alive his glass heart. I had a bad heart, and so I invented the glass heart. And then a few nights ago, someone slipped into my room and stole it while I was asleep. (bares empty chest) I've done what I can with these batteries. It's kept me stable, but... if I don't get my heart back, I'll die.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: You think Peter Bishop stole your heart?
FICTIONAL WALTER: They disappeared at the same time. This heart is priceless. Who knows what somebody would pay for it. I have so much good left to do. If I die, I'll never get to finish any of them. All of my ideas... they will all die with me.
ELLA: (interrupts with a question) She's gonna help him, right?
WALTER: Of course. But first, she needed to rehire her assistant, Esther Figglesworth. (draws a tight-lipped glare from Astrid)
Astrid's Plight - Job Hunt
FICTIONAL ASTRID: (sitting before a stern nurse in health care facility) I have plenty of experience with all kinds of people. (chirpy and smiling) I'm sure that would come in handy, right? I mean, mental patients probably need tons of patience. (endearing) And love too. They probably need love, right? (sings) I really need this job... please God, I need this job... I've got to get this job.. (notices her radio phone is ringing) I'm sorry, excuse me. Oh, it's my old boss now. Can you give me just a second? She only calls when it's important. Or when she gets lost. (to fictional Olivia) What do you want?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: New case. I need you.
FICTIONAL ASTRID: You sent me packing this morning, and you owe me six months' back-pay. What makes you think I'm gonna drop everything just because you call?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Because it's important. And because that's just the kind of girl you are. (drops the phone after getting clobber by the fictional Observer)
FICTIONAL ASTRID: (hears the struggle) Dunham? Dunham, are you--
FICTIONAL OBSERVER: Drop what you're investigating.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Who the hell are you?
FICTIONAL OBSERVER: I'm the man who doesn't let his feelings get him into trouble.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: (as the assailant uses a device the size of a pen to scribe a cut across her upper sternum) Ah!
FICTIONAL OBSERVER: Don't stick your heart out where it doesn't belong.
Olivia's Office - Girl Talk
FICTIONAL ASTRID: I'm sorry. Does it hurt?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Oh, no, no, no. It feels great, actually. Please, keep-- keep doing it.
FICTIONAL ASTRID: I can't believe you got sucked back into business over true love. You know that's your problem, isn't it? You're always looking for something that doesn't even exist.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Hey, that's not true. I'm not looking for someone who's gonna give his heart to the world. Maybe somewhere in the universe there's gotta be a guy who will keep me warm when I'm cold, feed me when I'm hungry, and maybe, on occasion, take me dancing.
FICTIONAL ASTRID: Mm. Huh, that's odd. It looks like it's healing. What kind of weapon did you say he used?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Well, nothing that I'd ever seen before. It was, like, some kind of... laser. This is the same kind of wound that killed Rachel. So the man who attacked me is the same man who took her heart.
FICTIONAL ASTRID: Draw it.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Draw what?
FICTIONAL ASTRID: The weapon. I have an idea.
Patent Office - A Lead
FICTIONAL BRANDON: Yeah, the patent on this device was taken out last year. Pretty cool little device, if I recall. Was patented by this whiz-bang tech company out of Manhattan. Boy, I wish I could work somewhere like that. Big outfit, all kinds of spy stuff. They go by the name of...
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: ...Massive Dynamic.
Massive Dynamic - Accused
NINA'S ASSISTANT: You can't go in there! Miss Dunham!
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: (barging in) A few hours ago, a man attacked me with that, and told me to forget I'd ever heard the name Peter Bishop. Now I can call the Feds or you can tell me the truth. You choose, lady.
FICTIONAL NINA: (to her assistant) Bring me the file on the Quantum Laser. The device was developed here in our Biomedical Research Lab. It was designed as a surgical tool. Several months ago, one of our prototypes was stolen. But tell me... this man who attacked you, was he bald, with an odd cadence to his voice?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Who is he?
FICTIONAL ASTRID: Not he, they. We call them The Watchers. These people are dangerous and they don't make idle threats. You should know what you're getting into, Miss Dunham.
ELLA: (interrupting Walter's saga) She was lying.
ELLA: Nina Sharp. She was lying, wasn't she?
WALTER: What makes you think that?
ELLA: I don't know, I just don't trust her.
WALTER: Smart girl. You're getting ahead of the narrative, but you're thinking along the right lines. Because Detective Olivia didn't trust her either. Now... (continues the tale. Olivia destroys a brake light on Nina's parked car, then follows the vehicle through the night. she calls her office on the radio phone in the car)
Nina's Place - Attacked
FICTIONAL ASTRID: (answers the call) Hello?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: It's me. You got anything?
FICTIONAL ASTRID: Nina Sharp's company, Massive Dynamic, the founder and CEO is a guy named William Bell. You ever heard of him?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: No. Should I have?
FICTIONAL ASTRID: Well, it seems he's a sort of scientific Christopher Columbus. He's always searching for what's right on the edge of our imagination. But here is the interesting part. In the past few years, no one has seen him. No press conferences, no public appearances. It's like he just disappeared off the face of the Earth.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Okay, so what's that got to do with Peter Bishop?
FICTIONAL ASTRID: I don't know. But that's weird, right?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Yeah. Listen, I gotta go.
FICTIONAL ASTRID: Hey, Dunham?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Yeah?
FICTIONAL ASTRID: Be careful.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: (playful) Okay, Ma. (stops outside of Nina's house and watches through a window as Nina takes a video call inside)
FICTIONAL NINA: I have news. Is it safe to talk?
FICTIONAL BELL: Of course, no one can hear us. What is it?
FICTIONAL NINA: I found it.
FICTIONAL BELL: The glass heart?
FICTIONAL NINA: Mm, you were right. Peter Bishop has it.
FICTIONAL BELL: So where is he? Where's The Boy?
FICTIONAL NINA: We don't know yet. But we'll find him.
FICTIONAL BELL: Oh, that's fabulous news. Well done, Nina. I knew you could do it.
FICTIONAL NINA: William, I've been going out of my mind.
FICTIONAL BELL: By utilizing the heart's power, we'll be able to create a stable door between universes.
FICTIONAL NINA: And after all this time, we can finally be together again.
FICTIONAL BELL: I know, my love.
(Olivia is attacked from behind and knocked unconscious. she comes-to in a boathouse next to a lake)
FICTIONAL OBSERVER: Excuse me. (to Nina) She is awake.
FICTIONAL NINA: (enters) I see. I suppose I should feel sorry for you, Miss Dunham. None of these should've been your concerns. The truth is I did everything I could to protect you. I warned you to stay away from this, but you didn't listen. Now you've given me no choice.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Oh, so you're gonna send me somewhere far away, where I won't be able to tell anybody what you wanna do with that glass heart?
FICTIONAL NINA: Not quite. Go ahead Mister Gemini.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: (as the man drags her to a wood crate and seals her in) No, no! No, no, no! (as he nails it shut) Ah. Ah! No! (as the crate is tossed into the water, then begins to fill) Help me! No! Ah!
FICTIONAL PETER: (as he retrieves the crate and frees her) I heard you were looking for me.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: (after climbing into his raft. exasperated) Thank you.
Peter's Hideout - Discovered
FICTIONAL PETER: Feeling better?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Do you mean is a hot shower better than drowning in a pine coffin? Much. Thank you. I take it you don't live here.
FICTIONAL PETER: No, but nobody else does either. Seemed like a pretty good place to hide out.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: (studies a map with multi-colored pins) But this is yours.
FICTIONAL PETER: Yeah.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: What is it?
FICTIONAL PETER: You hungry?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: So how'd you know I was drowning?
FICTIONAL PETER: Coffee?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Yeah, one sugar. Thanks.
FICTIONAL PETER: Well, like I told you before, I heard somebody was looking for me. A cop named Olivia Dunham. So I was following you.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Well, someone's been giving you false information, because I'm not a Cop, I'm a Private Detective.
FICTIONAL PETER: I see. You like Jazz?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Jazz?
FICTIONAL PETER: Miles, Duke, Louis, John Coltrane... you can tell a lot about a person from the music they listen to. And whether or not they dance.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Uh, well, Jazz... not so much. But dancing? Sure.
FICTIONAL PETER: Well, I guess we're opposites. I hate to dance. I'd take you, though.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: You would? Why's that?
FICTIONAL PETER: I don't know, seems like it'd be fun. You look like a good dancer.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: You know, all this is very nice, and I'm grateful that you saved my life, but I know who you are, and I know what you did. Wanna know why I was looking for you? Doctor Walter Bishop hired me. I know you took his glass heart.
FICTIONAL PETER: Is that what he told you? That I stole his heart? What else did Walter Bishop tell you?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: That without his heart he would die. And that all the good he does for this world would die with him.
FICTIONAL PETER: Well, I guess I'm not the only one who's been given false information.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: What, you saying that's not true?
FICTIONAL PETER: Come with me. (leaves kitchen) A hundred and forty-seven pins. Each one represents a child injured by Walter Bishop.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Injured how?
FICTIONAL PETER: Walter's invented a great many things. Wondrous things. That much is true. But what he didn't tell you is where his ideas come from. Elephants, rainbows, licorice sticks... they come from the dreams of children. He steals children's dreams and he replaces them with nightmares. That's what this is, a Pattern of Destruction. Of damaged kids, shattered innocence.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Who else knows about this?
FICTIONAL PETER: Nobody. I worked for him for years, and I didn't even know. Why I was willing to die so that he could live. (opens shirt)
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: It's your heart.
FICTIONAL PETER: I was born with it. And I was willing to give it to Walter, 'cause of all the good he's done. Because of all the good he could do. I thought that his life was so much more valuable than mine. At least until I learned the truth. Walter Bishop isn't responsible for all the goodness in the world. But he is responsible for so much evil. (the building shakes and a large metallic cylinder breaks through the wall) Oh, Hell.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: What is it?
FICTIONAL PETER: They found us. (as Watchers bash open the doors and windows) Run! (Peter and Olivia fight hand-to-hand with the intruders. the Watchers start firing weapons. Olivia uses one of their weapons and fires back. she back tracks through the now empty house)
FICTIONAL PETER: (sitting somberly on the floor) I knew you were a good dancer. You really cut a rug out there.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Well, you're not so bad yourself.
FICTIONAL PETER: (expose the gapping damage in his chest) I need your help, Olivia. I'm dying.
Peter's Place - An Operation
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Okay, I got them. So -- so what do I do?
FICTIONAL PETER: Well... you ever play that game - Operation?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Yeah.
FICTIONAL PETER: Well, it's just like that, except in reverse. You gotta put those batteries into my chest. But whatever you do, don't touch the nerve endings.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: And what if I do?
FICTIONAL PETER: Don't.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Okay.
FICTIONAL PETER: Hey... you're gonna be fine. Just go slow, and take them one at a time.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Okay.
FICTIONAL PETER: So what made you wanna be a detective?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: I don't know. Uh, I, uh... I guess that I just always knew what it was I was meant to do.
FICTIONAL PETER: And what's that?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: To care for people.
FICTIONAL PETER: Then who cares for you?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Okay. I did it.
FICTIONAL PETER: Okay. There's one more. Must be nice to know who you are. To know your place in the world.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: So what about you?
FICTIONAL PETER: Oh, I thought I did. I thought I knew who I was. But I was wrong.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Done. Peter? Peter? Peter? Please, Peter. (sings) For once in my life, I have someone who needs me. Someone I've needed so long, for once unafraid I can go where life leads me, and somehow I know I'll be strong. For once in my life, I won't let sorrow hurt me... not like it's hurt me before. For once I have something I know won't desert me. I'm not alone anymore. Peter. Hey.
FICTIONAL PETER: Hey. You did it.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Okay. You be careful.
FICTIONAL PETER: These batteries aren't gonna last long.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Okay.
FICTIONAL PETER: We have to get my heart back. Those men who attacked us, they work for Nina Sharp.
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: But Nina Sharp isn't the one who's got your heart.
FICTIONAL PETER: Then who does?
Walter's Lab - Change Of Heart
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: Put it down, Doctor Bishop.
FICTIONAL WALTER: How did you know it was me?
FICTIONAL OLIVIA: The device -- the one that came through the wall -- I knew that I had seen it someplace before. You brought Nina Sharp's Watchers to your side. Didn't you?
FICTIONAL WALTER: Peter. Peter! I -- I never meant to hurt anyone. I never -- I can change, you'll see. I can make up for all the harm I've done. Peter, please. (sings) Who can take the sunrise? Sprinkle it with dew... the Candy Man can. Peter, please.
FICTIONAL PETER: It's too late, Walter. There's some things you can't undo.
FICTIONAL WALTER: (sings to himself after they leave) The Candy Man can... 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good.
ELLA: (interrupts the fable) Are you kidding? That's not a proper ending. Don't you know? All good stories start with once upon a time, and they end with happily ever after. You don't know how to tell stories, Uncle Walter. I'll tell you how the story ends.
FICTIONAL WALTER: Peter. Peter, please. I can change. I can fix the damage I've done. Please, give me another chance.
ELLA: (adding her ending to the tale) ...and Peter looked inside Walter's eyes and realized there was still goodness inside him. So Peter took his special heart, and with all his might, he split it in two. And the heart was so magical that it still worked. And together, they made goodness, and lived happily ever after. The End. (as Olivia returns to the lab) Aunt Liv! We had so much fun.
OLIVIA: Did you? That's great.
ELLA: We played games kind of badly. Then Uncle Walter told me a story.
OLIVIA: (quietly to Walter) I'm sorry, Walter. No luck.
ELLA: (about the story) His ending wasn't very good. It was sad. But I fixed it for him. Didn't I, Uncle Walter?
WALTER: Yes. Yes, my dear, you were right. Yours was a proper ending. Yours was a much better ending, indeed.
Bishop Residence - Returning Home
(Astrid has driven Walter home from the lab. They park on the street in front of the house and head inside. Down the street a ways, an acquaintance watches the arrival, then activates a hand-held communication device)
THE OBSERVER: The Boy has not returned, and I do not believe Doctor Bishop remembers my warning. (listens) Yes, I am concerned too.