But because this is Fringe -- check that, because this is TV -- Gordon proves to know at least some of what he's talking about after all. Because as he's been talking, we see the courier that Burgess tried to intercept earlier, walking into a diner at night. The courier sets the briefcase on the counter next to a seated customer, whose face we can't yet see but whose identity becomes apparent when he empties an entire pepper shaker onto his salad. The man with no taste buds dials the combination on the briefcase -- symbols rather than letters or numbers, but he dials it left to right, which I would consider only a minor gaffe except that even I noticed it. The man who received the case is, you have long since figured out, the Observer. And as he shuffles through the paltry contents of the briefcase, Gordon concludes, "Because whatever is in those cases is going to destroy us all." Surveillance photos of the Bishops, focusing on Walter? Unlikely.
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