Anyway, Olivia pulls Peter out of the room so she can talk to him about what Loeb said, about how Jones was only doing what was written, and she points out that they never did find out what ZFT, Jones's group, stood for. But maybe it wasn't the group after all, but the group's bible, posits Olivia. She says she had a German contact look into it, and he came up with something. Olivia tells Peter, "I could just tell it to you but instead I'm going to hand you my product-placed phone so we can get a nice close-up of the crystal clear display screen, which reads "Zerstorung durch Fortschritte der Technologie." Well, I can translate part of that. Olivia says, "Scroll down on my remarkably user-friendly phone, bargain-priced to fit any budget," but Peter's German is good enough to translate it as "destruction by advancement of technology." Olivia says it's a self-published manuscript that the police came across during a raid in an unrelated case. Well, that's a lucky break. Not so lucky: it was destroyed ten years ago. Peter by now is wondering what any of this has to do with him specifically, and Olivia says she was hoping he'd have one of his "weird connections." "'Weird connections,'" repeats Peter. "Well, they're always a little weird," says Olivia. "You're always a little weird," says Peter. Hee. Olivia gets all shruggy and cute to try to get Peter to help her, so of course he gives in.
Back at the Fringe lab, Thomas Avery's body is waiting for Walter to get to work. Astrid wonders if the guy's contagious, which might have been a good question to ask before standing so close to him, but Walter says he's not. He asks for a scalpel and an empty IV bag. He slices into the mess over the guy's mouth and plugs the IV bag into the hole, hissing like a punctured tire. "The gas trapped within his body may yield useful information," he explains to Astrid, who is gagging at the smell as the IV bag quickly inflates. Even Walter's a little taken aback by how "putrid" it is, but not so much that he can't ask Astrid if she likes coffee cake, which I'm surprised didn't make her toss her cookies right there.
Over at the Boston Federal Building, an overly earnest agent races up to Charlie with a file containing a list of all the businesses that Jones' lawyer incorporated, figuring one or more of them might be used to funnel cash to ZFT. Charlie asks how the agent got his contact at the SEC to break "lawyer-client privilege" and the agent says they dated in college, and she dumped him bad, so he told her she owed him one. Charlie looks at the agent for a moment. I think the look means, "I hope they're going somewhere with this character and this isn't just padding." Anyway, the agent's narrowed down the list of businesses to U.S. ones only. "Good work," says Charlie, walking off. The agent looks like he'd have appreciated just a teensy bit more enthusiasm on Charlie's part.
Olivia and Peter go to see Peter's "weird connection," a book dealer who's offering somebody forty dollars for a John Le Carré novel, because it's "pretty badly shelf-cocked" and there's some "tanning." Peter strolls in and tells the customer that a first-edition Land of Laughs is worth twice that, no matter what condition it's in. So the book dealer grudgingly coughs up, glaring at Peter, who maybe should have remembered they need this guy's help before he cost him money.
"Was that really necessary?" grumbles the guy after the customer leaves, and Peter tells "Markam" that he's a friend of the people. "Aren't I people?" asks Markam, and I thought Peter was going to respond with "little people," because that's what Markam is, only Peter says "people who shower," so I guess I'm the asshole. Markam asks, "Who's this friend?" and Olivia introduces herself, and Markam wants to bet five dollars that he can name something on her nightstand: "Toni Morrison novel, something by Obama, and/or the current issue of Bon Appetit," he guesses.
Olivia says she's reading, Advanced Forensic Science by Anneman. "I keep it next to my gun," she says, making Markam laugh. "I like this one," he tells Peter, who tells him Olivia's just a friend and they need a favour, and asks him to track down the ZFT book, which Markam calls "sexy and very challenging" and agrees to try to get them one today. "Impress me," says Peter. "Nothing interests me less than impressing you," says Markam.
Over at the federal building, Charlie comes in to Broyles' office to tell him one of the businesses in the file is a warehouse that had the power cut off months ago, and then suddenly turned back on two weeks ago, the day Jones escaped; it could be a safehouse. Broyles gets on the phone to order up a search warrant, but that's going to have to wait, because an agent rushes in to tell him there's a man downstairs who says his name is David Robert Jones.
So Charlie goes rushing down the stairs yelling for everyone to get down, and all the people waiting to get in the building hit the deck, except for Jones, who knows better. "Jones!" yells Broyles from upstairs, while Charlie has his gun on the guy's head. Jones extends his arms. He's holding a cane in his right hand. "I will speak only with Agent Olivia Dunham," he says.
After the commercial break, Jones sits in an interview room while Olivia, Broyles, and Sanford Harass watch from behind the glass. Broyles tells Harass that Jones hasn't spoken a word since saying he'll only speak to Olivia. They did find a key on him, with no markings. "Forensics is doing their thing. He wanted us to find it."
Olivia wants to go in, which seems to make sense, given that Jones said he'd speak only to her, but Harass has a problem with that: "Jones doesn't get to dictate the terms of his captivity," says Harass, adding that hoary old chestnut about how the United States does not negotiate with terrorists. Olivia says that's just the kind of arrogance Jones would be expecting, which pisses Harass off, as you can imagine. Olivia reminds Harass that Jones Star Treked himself out of prison and avoided Interpol to make it to Boston, and allowed himself to get caught. She figures Jones will expect them to reject his request. Harass asks if she wants to give the guy what he wants just so they can appear to be "anti-dogmatic," and they argue back and forth with a tired Broyles barely mustering enough energy to step in, and Harass orders Olivia to join the raid in Austin. "Show me some hard evidence that connects him to that incident downtown," says Harass, before stomping off. Olivia looks at Broyles, who nods.
On her way to the raid in Austin, Olivia talks to Peter, who tells her Markam found the book, and gives an overly detailed explanation that I don't think anyone actually CARES about. Anyway, just like the title suggests it's about the ways in which technological advancement will destroy the world as we know it. Peter reads an excerpt or two: "Our technological ambitions have not only driven us to the brink of catastrophe; the catastrophe has already begun. What will the apocalypse look like? The answer, to use a term generally understood but the specifics of which you cannot imagine, and which this document will attempt to describe, is warfare." Well, it beats the latest issue of Bon Appetit.
Olivia and the other nine thousand agents swarm the warehouse, which is indeed the place where we last saw Jones having a cuppa. Olivia finds a sketch of herself, confirming for her that Jones was here. "I want everything bagged and tagged!" yells Charlie. Olivia strolls over to check out the hyperbaric tank.
Back at the federal building, we're in for the requisite Bureaucratic Asshole Shows He Knows Best scene. Jones looks somewhat amused to see Harass strolling in and literally rolling up his sleeves. "I believe I m