So with Olivia not there to babysit, Broyles is in the Harvard lab hovering around Walter, who's trying to work. Broyles says he's not really expecting anything, but he appreciates whatever Walter can do. Walter's not really paying attention, and Broyles has to repeat how grateful he is. Walter says "you're welcome," and then, apropos of nothing, starts chattering about a fruit cocktail he had in Atlantic City, even though he's not really a fruit cocktail kind of guy. Then he goes back to work, or possibly playing Asteroids.
Broyles stares at him for a few moments, and then walks over to Peter. "We need to discuss your father," says Broyles. Peter says, "Is it the fruit cocktail thing again?" Broyles says it is, and Peter says his dad's been doing that lately, the way you'd say, "My car's been making a clicking sound lately." "We need him to focus," says Broyles, which gets Peter's full attention. He swings around in his chair and points out that two-thirds of the time his father's not even lucid: "And in those rare and unpredictable moments of clarity, he rambles on about the foods and beverages that he missed while he was incarcerated in a mental institution for the better part of the last two decades. To say that he's not focused? Is to say that he's a biped." Walter likes women and men? I must have missed that. Peter says nothing's going to change any time soon, and he doesn't have a remote control. If Walter's listening, and Peter's certainly speaking loud enough for him to hear, he's not showing it. Broyles just stares at him, like he pretty much has to do with every member of his ragtag team. "There's no master switch I can flick and turn him into the man I wish had raised me, or even somebody I don't have to babysit every day." Peter's ranting over, Broyles rolls his eyes slightly. Peter says he must have had that on his mind for a while. "Apparently," says Broyles, dryly. His cellphone rings.
It's Charlie. Hey, Charlie! He's in his office, walking around, talking in a low voice, because he knows he's not at clearance level (well, at least go into a room or something), but he's got something on a local connection to the ZFT. "Speak to me," says Broyles. Charlie explains that they analyzed the document Loeb brought back from Frankfurt, and figured out that every line corresponds to an FBI file case and an ID number to the agents assigned to it. "Every one originating from this field office," says Charlie. Wait -- if he doesn't have clearance, why does he have those documents to analyze? I'm confused.