After the commercial break, Peter notes that the bomb's rigged up here for a reason: to blow out the windows, and a four-block evacuation isn't going to cut it. Charlie starts ordering people around again, while Olivia gets on her phone back to the Fringe lab. Astrid answers, "That son of a bitch knew what we were doing," says Olivia, and asks Astrid to put him on. Astrid takes the phone over to the barely conscious Jones and cradles the receiver under his face. She tells him it's Olivia, like maybe it's his birthday and he was expecting someone else to call him. "Hello, you," he croaks out, nice and creepily. She admits that she didn't really switch off the lights before, but of course he already knows that. "Before they can be considered soldiers, they must be regarded as recruits and the expectation must be that they shall be unwilling," says Jones, quoting from the manifesto. Meanwhile, Peter's all, "We gotta go!" but Olivia's not getting off the phone. Jones tells her there's only one way to disarm the bomb, and she knows what it is.

Olivia tries suggesting that Jones obviously feels she's valuable, but she's not going to be too valuable when the bomb goes off and then she suffocates because her nostrils have closed up and her lips have grown over her mouth. He admits that she is a "rare commodity," yes. "But I have one thing, Ms. Dunham, that you do not. I have faith in you." Cut the wires, boom. Move the device, boom. Lights still on when the timer hits zero, boom. Jones tells her she's the only way out.

Olivia hangs up and yells that they have to get everyone out of there, and Peter thinks she's talking about herself too, which is why he's surprised when she takes off her jacket and goes back to the device. She tells him she has to do this. "You stay here, you are going to die," he tells her. There's a minute left. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Peter! He says he's not doing this with her, and when she doesn't say anything to that, he says she's out of her mind and stomps off over to the elevator and pushes the button, like the bomb is going to go off in forty-five seconds, but I'm just going to stand here and wait for the elevator to come up FORTY-SEVEN FLOORS.