As it was clear last week, Peter and Olivia are responding to Etta's death in different ways: Olivia with confusion and despair -- she wonders why they would be given Etta back only to have her taken away once more -- and Peter with simmering frustration and rage that focuses into the Resistance. The Resistance have discovered the Observers are shipping -- from the future -- in crates of equipment needed for their atmosphere-clogging project. The Resistance has captured an Observer as well as a little time-travel control box thingy, necessary to open up the inter-time window. So the plan, which Walter works up as only he can, is to use anti-matter to create a black hole that will screw up the portal and the Observers' work.
Peter interrogates the Observer to try to determine how to put together the time-travel control box thingy. He's overconfident in his ability to outsmart the Observer, but doesn't know it at first. The raid works well -- Olivia's grief not diminishing her own badassness, thank god -- and the Resistance successfully collapses the delivery window, only to find it reopening moments later. The whole plan amounted to nothing. The captured Observer taunts Peter for projecting his own expectations onto him, for believing what he wanted to believe, for not realizing that just because Peter played a lot of Texas Hold 'Em, it doesn't mean he can use those tells to figure out what an Observer's thinking. And what is the Observer thinking? Well, what do you think of an ant colony? "You think the black over you is dark skies, but it is really our shoe," says the Observer, but what really sets Peter off is the Observer's observation that the life and Etta means exactly zilch: "She was here. Now she is simply not here."
Peter kills the Observer, removing some sort of neural implant and -- in a harrowing dichotomy, Peter inserts it into his own neck, just as Olivia is watching an old video of young Etta and fearing for the future of what's left for her family. She calls Peter -- presumably soon to be humming with the knowledge and abilities of the Observer, with which he earlier said he could accomplish so much more than any Observer itself -- to tell him to come back to her. I believe the show's creators have said the series will finish on a hopeful note, but when this episode ends, it's clear there's some nasty business to work through first.
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Peter's performing one of the saddest tasks imaginable for a father: going through his dead daughter's things. In Etta's bedroom -- while Olivia's asleep on the bed -- Peter rifles through stuff on Etta's dresser: an ID badge, some sort of passport-looking thing. He holds up the picture over Olivia's sleeping face -- a hairbrush. Hey, maybe you can clone her from a hair! Failing that, you can try burying her in the Pet Sematary!
He pulls up the top drawer of the dresser, inadvertently knocking loose the side panel, on which he finds a little button. He presses it and the large framed photograph -- of a float during a Christmas parade -- pops open and reveals a hidden recess in the wall, full of weapons and explosives. "That's my girl," he murmurs. Aww. Imagine Toy Story 2, but as the girl grows up, the pony toys are replaced with automatic weapons instead of makeup.
Well, it's not like she's going to need them now, so Peter gets out a duffel bag and starts loading it with the guns. Hey, wait a second -- given that the Observers now know Etta was Resistance, how the hell is her apartment not crawling with them and/or Loyalists?
Anyway, Olivia wakes up, sounding almost perky as she expresses surprise at having fallen asleep. And then the crushing realization rushes in and she explains that she keeps thinking she's waking up from a terrible dream. Peter nods and says he knows. "Why would we get her back just to lose her again?" she asks, and starts to cry as Peter strokes her hair and hugs her.
Later, Olivia dries her face in the bathroom and has another look at the pictures Etta has on the bathroom shelf, picking up the one of Etta with her presumable foster mother. It looks like a Photoshop job to me, sticking an old picture of Georgina Haig in with an actress playing her mother, which to me suggests the possibility that we meet up with Etta's adoptive mother (or parents) at some point. At any rate, Olivia sticks the picture in her box of Etta memorabilia.
Over in Manhattan, humans are going about their daily business of having their souls crushed by the occupation, when electricity starts surging along the street and buildings, accompanied by sudden wind gusts, just before a convoy of military vehicles comes rumbles down the pavement. A crew of Loyalists gets out, along with an Observer who's got a set of those special binoculars and is taking notes. The Loyalists set down some sort of protective case, from which an Observer pulls some kind of -- oh, let's just call it a technology cube -- and puts it down on the pavement. Next thing we know, some sort of large rectangular rift opens a short distance away down the street. All we can see is blackness, and then large crates on pallets come floating through the portal into our world, three of them, after which the portal vanishes and the crates drop the ground, instantly blackening everything around it in an oval shop. Man, the Amazon of the future is incredible!