In Manhattan, New York, George Reed wakes up from the aftermath of a car crash with a SUV. He gets out of his car and runs to a nearby apartment, and then buzzes a resident to let him in. Once George is in the building, he grabs the resident, Lloyd Paar, knocks him out, and drags him into Paar’s apartment. “George” then crushes the bones of his face and attaches a device to the mouth of his victim. George attaches the other end of the device to himself and activates it, and his face starts to change into that of Paar...Read the full recap
Walter: You know, there's something you don't know about me, son.
Peter: What's that? That once you enter a grocery store, you never leave again? Ever?
Walter: We need to celebrate and make sure that Agent Dunham can attend. I want to see her face when she eats my pudding.
Peter: That's disturbing.
Walter: Agent, I need this body taken back to my lab.
Paramedic: Hey, lunatic, this body is going to the morgue. Is he crazy?
Paramedic: Who is the agent in charge here?
Junior Agent Amy Jessup: I am. take it wherever he wants.
Junior Agent Amy Jessup: Is he crazy?
Peter: Oh, yeah.
Walter: Peter! Peter! They said I can ride in the back with the body. Can I?
Peter: Sure. Of course you can. Stay out of the medications, though. Please.
Peter: What are you thinking?
Walter: Its funny. I love custard, but I hate flan. Which could be an issue of semantics. Or difficulty with the French. Which I doubt, given my near obsession with moules a la creme normande.
Junior Agent Amy Jessup: Is this you?
Peter: Yeah.. My father recently took a little trip down memory lane, and for no reason has become wildly obsessed with my childhood. He also likes to check and make sure that I'm still breathing when I'm asleep, which is a little creepy.
Walter: Focus, please.
Olivia: So who was she?
Peter: Walter thinks that she was a shape-changing soldier from another universe. He thinks that might be where you went. Hmm. Do you think it's a bad sign that I can say that out loud and neither one of us thinks I'm crazy.
Broyles: You surprise me, Mr. Bishop.