Honestly, this one dragged a little for me and I had to watch it twice just because I kept falling asleep last night. This, I think, actually has more to do with a long week than Fringe itself. Because lots of stuff happened in this episode. I’m not going to do a blow by blow, because – well, I’m presuming if you’re reading this, you watched it.
Some great “our” team stuff at the beginning. I love Walter and Astrid.
Silver lining to Alt!Lincoln Lee’s death: finding the mole. I really loved seeing more to Faux!Livia than her genial self-assuredness as well, in the wake of her partner’s death. Her grief was palpable even as her competence remained in full effect, and I about melted at the scene with her drunk and Walter fixing her eggs. It was very sweet, and considering how Walter was toward her at the beginning of the season it was extra aw-worthy. Barring the odd little escort/prostitute thing Walter mumbled upon crossing over, their exchanges were very nice to see.
How on Earth did I not consider that Alt!Tight T-Shirt Wearing!Broyles might not be a shifter?! I feel silly that I completely forgot about his son and his health issues, which were an obvious in for Jones. *forehead slap* I’m not sure how to feel about how the first Alt!Broyles ended up dead and this one was sleeping with the enemy. At least Alt!Tight T-Shirt Wearing!Broyles did the right, honorable thing and turned himself in. That decision was beautifully woven into the fabric of this episode – starting with Captain Lee’s funeral (Broyles’s face, oh) through seeing glimpses of his family and son and his genuinely lovely conversation with our Walter. Big points for him on doing what was obviously a very, very difficult thing. However, that still means one Broyles ended up dead and one in prison. Somebody going to emergency. Somebody’s going to jail.