In Boston, Peter steals gas from a parked car at night and then goes to a local pawnshop. As the owner asks what he wants, an Observer comes in and, curious, starts reading Peter's mind. Peter blocks him by thinking of the Red Sox, but the Observer realizes something is wrong. Peter goes out and the Observer orders his loyalist men to detain Peter. He runs into the sewers and they toss an explosive down, and Peter runs away as it goes off...
Walter: There was a time when we solved Fringe cases. Now I think it's time we created a few of our own.
(about Walter's storage room) Olivia: You really had no idea that he was doing any of this? Astrid: I wouldn't have slept at night if I did.
Etta: Do you think you'll be able to figure it out? Walter: Don't you understand? This is Greek to me, except that I read Greek. It's Aramaic to me. Not the Western dialect. I do speak a little. Peter: Walter.