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| - (a caravan of vehicles drives to a remote facility in the dark of the night. military sentries man the gate and challenge the non-military vehicle as it attempts to enter the compound) LIEUTENANT PIKE: Clearance and I.D. (to Broyles after he rolls down his window) WALTER: (rolls down his window and politely asks the second sentry) Do you have any chewing gum? PFC TOMFORDE: (baffled) Excuse me? PETER: (interceding) I'm sorry. He's got this thing with his ears. WALTER: It's not a thing with my ears. I've got a blocked Eustachian tube. And it's a perfectly natural reaction. Any flavor will do, although I'm rather partial to grape. LIEUTENANT PIKE: Welcome back, Colonel Broyles. (salutes smartly) (inside a large hangar on the grounds: scientists, technicians and facilitators pour over databases and design schematics) JAMES FALCON: We've tried a dozen different power sources. NINA: (looks at a page with a drawing of the Wave Sink device) And there were no reactions at all? JAMES FALCON: We've run all the diagnostics. The machine continues to be unresponsive. AIDE: (approaches) Miss Sharp, your guests are here. NINA: Expand the telemetry parameters and run the tests again. (Nina finds the Fringe Team and walks them back to the hangar through the break area) NINA: I understand you broke the encryption on the computer the other Olivia left behind. BROYLES: A few days ago. Peter gave us a number of password suggestions. One worked. NINA: Oh? WALTER: Yeah. It was a song lyric. And Fauxlivia ruined U2 for all of us. NINA: Fauxlivia? PETER: That's what Walter's calling her now. 'Fauxlivia' as in "fake Olivia." NINA: Ah. Uh, the data on the computer. What did you find? BROYLES: Unfortunately, it's one big file, mission details buried in hundreds of pages of mundane observations about our world. We don't know what's valuable and what isn't. And we can't identify any type of code. WALTER: (enters the hangar bay) Oh, my. OLIVIA: It's bigger than I imagined. (the team stands in awe, staring) PETER: Well, I suppose... it's just big enough to destroy a couple of universes. JAMES FALCON: (briefs the team as they approach the bank of technicians and scientists at their monitors) So far, we haven't been able to figure out how the machine works. NASA, the CIA, the NIH. We've had the government's top people at our disposal. WALTER: Which are you? JAMES FALCON: Excuse me? WALTER: Which agency do you work for? NINA: Walter, this is Doctor James Falcon, our lead scientist on this project. WALTER: Oh. Well, I suppose that makes me your boss. I am Doctor Walter Bishop. (shakes hands) Sorry for the interruption. Please continue. JAMES FALCON: As I was saying, we're confounded. There doesn't seem to be an energy source and nothing that suggests the machine can hold or transmit any type of power. DOCTOR GRANT: (typing at a nearby console. surrounding monitors start to fluctuate and degauss) Jack, are you getting this? JACK: Yeah. DOCTOR GRANT: Some kind of electromagnetic spike. (metallic objects start to tip over and slide around) NINA: Well, we think the problem must be the missing piece. The one that the other Olivia stole. PETER: That could be right. (referring to the blueprint on the table) The piece was right from the center of the machine. So it could be the power source. JAMES FALCON: Did the other Olivia mention the machine in her files? BROYLES: We're still working through the data. (interrupted by the screeching. portions of the device start to move and slide into a new configuration. Peter wipes his bleeding nose. everyone in the room looks on as the disruption ends) WALTER: Oh God. JAMES FALCON: It's like... something triggered it. PETER: Something did trigger it. Me.
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