So Olivia, Broyles and Charlie have a little conference about whether they believe him or not. Charlie and Broyles don't, even though Olivia says Boone's wife is a nurse, and the hospital where she works says she hasn't shown up in three weeks. Charlie and Broyles are all, big deal! Charlie points out that everything they know about ZFT suggests they're zealots, so why the sudden change of heart with Boone. But we all know that it doesn't matter to Olivia how many people disagree with her, when she knows she's right: "I'm sorry, but since I've been working in Fringe Division, eighty-one people have lost their lives." You know, Olivia, the next time you go into Broyles' office looking for a raise, I recommend you don't lead with that. That's not even including all the dead people on Flight 627. "This is the closest that we've ever come to getting traction and stopping these people," she says.
The discussion's interrupted by a knock on the door. An agent comes in to tell Broyles that the address Boone gave -- where they're holding his wife -- is an address in Chinatown. "Doesn't exactly scream 'ZFT hive of activity,'" says Broyles. Except for this: it's been flagged by Edison: "They're burning five times more power a month than they should making moo shu pork." And then the agent's done, and hopes his line-reading earns him a bigger role on the show. Olivia says the power could be used for something like a lab. "Go get 'em," says Broyles. See, that's TWO assault teams Olivia gets to assemble. In one day!
Meanwhile, back at Boone's house/lab, the Bishops have arrived to catalog the chemical evidence (and crack wise). And despite the fact this is oh, let's say, the eighteenth crime scene the Bishops have visited this season, all of a sudden Walter feels the urge to say hello and introduce himself to every single person, and of course Peter has to give him crap for it and make excuses for his dad before they can get down to business, looking at everything in the mad doctor's makeshift lab.
Walter sniffs a beaker of benzyl alcohol: "Colourless liquid used as a bacteriostatic in solutions for injection, topically as a local anesthetic. Personally, I like to use it as a mouthwash." Straight up? Of course you do. Peter asks what this guy was creating, and Walter has a hypothesis. Peter's not sure he wants to hear it, and Walter only makes it worse for Peter by suggesting that he'll only be able to sleep again if the light's off. What is this, the pilot episode? Peter's seen some bizarre shit.
Charlie lays out the plan for the assault team, riding in the SWAT van to take down some moo shu pork. "Risk and Walken, you take the rear," he says. Apparently you have to be more mature than I am to be on a SWAT team, because no one snickers. And then there's Olivia giving some unnecessary instructions about how this is a "hostile situation in a contained environment," like it's a SWAT TEAM, Olivia, I'm sure they'll be fine.
Then her cellphone rings. Maybe you could turn it off? I mean, it's not like it's Broyles calling; it's Rachel, who's falling apart again because a process server was just by serving notice that Greg wants full custody of Ella: "Greg is claiming that I am an unfit parent. That the 'minor's mental and physical well-being would be best served under the sole custody of the petitioner.'" I will say this: Ella's probably not at risk at her dad's house from evil geniuses who have managed to create deadly websites.
Rachel threatens to run away and disappear with Ella rather than let Greg get custody, and Olivia does her best to calm her sister down: "You're not running anywhere, and you're not gonna lose Ella." Charlie's not even pretending not to listen in. "He's just doing this to hurt me," says Rachel. "This is just one of those things that you're gonna look back on and you're going to say, 'I beat that too.' Do you hear me?" Rachel hears her. Rachel calms down. Olivia begs off the phone, saying, "I've got a..." She glances around the van. "I gotta go to a meeting." Heh.
The sisters hang up. "We got that meeting," says Charlie, smile just barely suppressed, as the van arrives at the restaurant. The SWAT team members pour into the building through all entrances. The dude inside (the restaurant owner?) doesn't look particularly surprised to find himself handcuffed during a raid by a tactical assault team, you know. The agents fan out to find a full-blown laboratory, and they're probably not researching ways to make the kung pao spicier. Olivia grabs the head guy? A flunky? and then, surprisingly, speaks Chinese to him, demanding to know where Valerie Boone is. He doesn't appear to have any idea what she's talking about.
Back at the federal building, Broyles confronts Boone, telling him his wife isn't at the restaurant. "I know that," he says, and asks to talk to Olivia. Broyles is clearly pissed, but he calls Olivia and puts Boone on the phone. Olivia asks him what the hell's going on, and he tells her there's a room in the back. "We checked. She's not there." "I know, but what I need is," says Boone. Olivia goes inside, and finds the refrigeration unit that Boone leads her to, and he tells her to open it. "You know, I'm not gonna do a thing until you tell me why we're here," she says, and Boone says they're getting to that. Olivia opens up the refrigeration unit and finds five vials marked XT43, as Boone instructs: "The person who's out there killing has been dosed with this. I need it to make an antidote." I say Boone's lucky there's five vials still left. At my office, anything in the office fridge seems to be fair game. Olivia's all, "You lied to me?" And Boone says, "No, Agent Dunham. They didn't kidnap my wife. They infected her. That was my punishment for trying to leave ZFT. It's she who's out there killing." Well, that'll learn ya. And although this doesn't come as any great surprise, I'd still like to say to the doctor: Niiiice.
Over at Boone's house, Walter's examining the spine of the creature -- looks like it's a dog -- that Boone was working on. Peter wanders around and finds a video camera, which you'd think would have already been taken by the real Crime Scene guys. He turns it on, and we watch the Boones cavorting at a park.
So it's back to the nightclub, where Valerie catches the eye of some poor bastard getting into his Mustang. Dude was just about to go home, and then along comes Valerie. Talk about a buzzer beater. They park the car, and they start making out. "You are really warm," says Mustang. He caresses her cheek. "You're burning up," he says. There's a tear running down her cheek as she says, "You're my kind of guy. I'm sorry." And she goes in for the kill. And sometime later, Charlie shines his light through the window of the car, the surrounding area now the crime scene.
Over at the federal building, Olivia gets off the elevator and is intercepted by Broyles. She tells him Charlie's running a background check on Mustang man. Then she tells him Peter said he had something she should see. Broyles hands her the video camera, and tells her it was found at Boone's house. "You wanna pay specific attention to the date." Olivia checks it out.
Then the two of them go into the interview room where Boone is waiting. Olivia puts the camcorder down on the table so everyone can watch the boring old home movies of two people acting obnoxious in the park, but it's OK because they're in love. The important thing to note here is that Boone's got full use of his legs, to the point that he's hopping around on park benches. So his wife is going around attacking people's spinal columns, and he no longer has the use of his legs? Gotta be a coincidence, right? I mean, given the way he's hopping around here, he probably just fell off and broke his legs. Boone watches the video stone-faced.
Olivia turns it off and tells him