In Milford, Massachusetts, a van pulls up to a diner and men in protective suits drop a woman off into the street and drive away. The woman walks down the street into a diner and goes inside. She sits down and starts coughing, then examines her arms which have bruising on them. The waiter calls the police and then brings her soup and she starts to eat it as he talks to her. The woman says she can’t remember where she’s been. The policeman, Marty, arrives and tries to find out where the woman is from. She says that she was born in Boston but can’t remember where she lives now. The woman says that “they” did things to her, giving her a red medicine. Marty asks her to come with him and she panics. He handcuffs her and calls in to the station, but suddenly everyone in the waiter collapse in pain, bleeding from the eyes. Marty grabs the woman but then starts bleeding and screaming. The woman starts bleeding from the eyes… and then her head explodes in a gout of blood...Read the full recap
Walter: Was I humming? I thought it was in my head.
Olivia: It wasn’t.
Walter: Forgive me, Olivia. Nothing sings like a kilovolt. Unique pitch. Nothing else in nature quite like it.
Olivia: I’m sure you’re right.
Broyles: Dr. Bishop, any thoughts?
Walter:: Yes. Where can I get one of those white suits?
Peter:: I’m going to hate myself for asking, but how do you cure a disease that’s incurable?
Walter: I haven’t the slightest idea. Thought I myself once cured this one in a dream. Opium. Fantastic stuff. Of course, I forgot it as soon as I woke up.
Olivia: Walter, her disease. If there’s no cure…
Walter: Well, that’s a question, and one which we should pose to whoever was treating her. Which makes three questions. The other one being what exactly happened here.
Peter: That’s only two questions.
Walter: Oh, is it? Oh, the third question! Um, could I get some of this onion soup? It looks delicious.
Walter: Ligature marks.
Olivia: So she was being held against her will?
Walter: Either that or she had a proclivity for sexual bondage. Scientific observation, not a judgment. Some of my fondest memories…
Peter: Oh, Walter, stop. Wherever that’s going, is just wrong.
Walter: And we have goo-ification.
Astrid: Is that a scientific term?
Peter: Well, I think we actually might be making some progress. A couple of minutes ago, Walter thought he might have isolated the compound that’s in Emily Kramer’s blood. But then he got distracted by the unicorn running through the lab.
Walter: This is it, Asterisk.
Peter: Astrid. Her name is Astrid.
Walter: Olivia, did you lock yourself out again?
Peter: Actually, Walter, this is our hotel.
Olivia: You better get back upstairs before Walter falls asleep in your bed.
Peter: Yeah. He has actually done that before. While I was sleeping. really not something you want to wake up to.