[Upon seeing the patient] This is spectacular.
Spectacular? I'm sure he'd be just thrilled to hear your diagnosis.
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
[to Philip] You know... I had a fruit cocktail once in Atlantic City. Mind you I'm not the fruit cocktail sorta guy.
Excuse me. [walks over to Peter] We need to discuss your father.
Is it the fruit cocktail thing again?
Mm-hm.
Yeah, he's been doing that recently. He gets obsessed about certain foods. It's weird.
We need him to focus.
To focus? Mr. Broyles, two-thirds of the time, my father's not even lucid. And in those rare and unpredictable moments of clarity, he rambles on about the foods and beverages that he missed while he was incarcerated in a mental institution for the better part of the last two decades. To say that he's not focused... is to say that he's a biped. Which is to say, you're absolutely right, he's not focused and also it's not going to change any time soon. I'm his son. I'm not a puppeteer. I don't have a remote control. There's no master switch I can flick and turn him into the man I wish had raised me. Or even somebody I don't have to babysit everyday. [pause] I guess I've had that on my mind for awhile.
Apparently.
Bishop, what are you doing here?
Oh, I just got off the phone with Olivia. She's headed back to the airport. Turns out Mr. Jones would only help us if he could talk to Mr. Smith. The same Mr. Smith that your people just killed.
You're kidding me?
That's the first serious thing I've said all day.
[Phone rings, Peter picks up]
Hello?
Peter, hey, it's Astrid. Your father wanted me to inform you that there is fluid accumulating in Agent Loeb's lungs.
Tell him we need help quickly.
He says we need help quickly.
[Gives Astrid syringe] Insert this into his IV. Let me talk to him.
[Astrid hands Walter phone]
Uh, hello, Peter, uh, this is me, your father, Walter Bishop.
Thank you, Walter. I know who you are.
Excellent, uh, we need to talk to that man Smith right away. He may be our best chance to save Agent Loeb's life.
I know that, but he's dead. He was shot. We're out of luck.
Well, does he still have his head? Is it still attached to his body?
Only you would ask that question seriously, yes, he still has a head.
Splendid, then perhaps in this case, death is simply an inconvenience.
[Walter opens body bag]
He's been shot in the head.
Is that a problem?
Yes, that's a problem. Of course, it's a problem! A bullet in the head would normally indicate significant brain trauma.
Well, it would also indicate that he's dead, but you didn't seem to have a problem with that.
This procedure's not like removing tonsils.
I've never had a conversation with a dead guy before. Forgive me if I don't know the rules.
Green, green, green, red... like Christmas lights.
Now, how did you know that, Dr. Bishop?
I don't know. But that's what happened, isn't it?
Yes.
Think you might be able to jog your mind, Walter? Could be kinda helpful.
Christmas lights, that's all I can recall.
[Walter singing 'Deck the Halls' while playing with red and green lights]
Hey, Walter, don't you think it's a little early in the season for the yuletide cheer?
I'm reciting Christmas carols in an attempt to jar loose some details from my subconscious to remember where I heard mention of the green and red lights, but sadly, it hasn't yet worked.
So you thought it would be more useful to work on your Christmas tree decorations?
Though I can't recall where I heard of the lights, it did give me an idea, a theory as to how the boy was taken. I was hired to design a technology, an intricate pattern of flashing lights intended to create a suggestive state of hypnosis. Theoretically, the test subjects would do whatever commanded. Bark like a dog, dance a jig, wash the car...
The U.S. government had you working on mind control?
Not the government. It was an advertising agency. They hoped to broadcast the flashing lights during commercials so the viewers would have no choice but to buy their products. Unfortunately, it merely caused nausea. Which was unfortunate because apparently people don't like to shop when they feel like they're going to throw up.
What do you want me to do?
Just... stare at the lights.
[Peter watches series of flashing red and green lights, Astrid walks in]
Sorry, Walter, better luck next time.
Anyone ready for lunch? [sees Peter's sleeves are cut off] What's up Chachi?
[Peter] [looks at arms] Did you do this to me? [points at Walter with scissors]
[shakes head] You did.
[Walter is singing 'Dashing Through the Snow', Olivia walks in]
Hey, what the hell's he doing?
He thinks it will help him remember where he's heard about the red and green lights.
Okay.
We've got good news. We think we understand how it was that Ben was abducted. Those red and green flashing lights? They put the father into a hypnagogic state.
And we think we might've I.D.ed the woman responsible.
I have it! Christmas, Christmas leading to Christmas carols, one of which is 'Jingle Bells' which lead naturally to 'Dashing Through the Snow', which of course, inevitably leads one to Dash.
To dash?
Dashel Kim... the man who mentioned the lights to me. I'm sure of it.
Where is he, Walter? Can we talk to him?
Well, I guess that would depend on whether he has succeeded in killing himself or not.
Coffee yogurt.
The synthetic compound?
Peter. When he was 13, all he would eat was coffee yogurt. Almost drove his mother to tears.
Walter, that wasn't me, that was you.
Oh?
[on his cell phone] Hello?
If that's Agent Dunham, tell her to bring some coffee yogurt.
Can you hold on for one second?
He's right about the yogurt. In case you haven't noticed, I can be quite obsessive.
Really?
How long is this going to take?
Miss Dunham, what we're doing, what you have asked me to do, is pushing the boundaries of all that is real and possible. We're not roasting a turkey.
Walter, what's the Bible for?
Well, you're taking untested psychedelics, lying in saline with an electric charge in the base of your cranium. Among other things, I thought it appropriate to pray you don't get electrocuted.
Praise the Lord.
Amen.
There is little that makes me happier than taking drugs. Perhaps administering them, designing and carrying out experiments that bend the plane of what we consider reality. I'm rarely if ever opposed to such things except now.
Uh oh.
What?
I just got a slight erection. Oh, fear not, it's nothing to do with your state of undress. I think I simply need to urinate.
That's good to know.
HSHardware Store Clerk
Can I help you guys find something?
Oh, yes. We're looking for an electric saw. Preferably variable speed with an easily replaceable blade system.
HSHardware Store Clerk
What are you cutting, wood?
Human tissue. Flesh and bone. It's more sinuous than you may expect.
It's really not that dire.
Oh, actually, potentially it's far worse.
HSHardware Store Clerk
Um, I think that the saw you're looking for is around the corner, next to the routers.
Thank you.
No need to call the police.
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