But Peter gets in, and is now plugged in to the computers out in the main office, with the data being decrypted on monitors for everyone to watch. "Those are co-ordinates," says Olivia, so they pull up a map of the city. Peter: "So what do luxury cars and shapeshifters have in common?" he asks, like this ISN'T AN APPLE PRODUCT LAUNCH, GET TO THE POINT. He says they both have LoJack systems. I'm sure the good people at LoJack will be thrilled at the product placement in the shapeshifting assassins from a parallel universe.
"I think whoever's in charge wants to keep an eye on his agents," says Peter. One of the plotted co-ordinates is the one they have at the federal building, but there's another one by the port. "I think you just found our shapeshifter," says Broyles. The team springs into action, given that Peter says whoever's monitoring that network will know that he breached it, so they could shut it down at any time.
And over at the port, Nadine is coughing, hard. She doesn't look like Truss's wife any more, but the big baby won't let it go. "How did you do that? Why did you look like my wife?" he says, angrily. Nadine tries to tell him that it's not important, that her offer to allow him to continue his research was sincere, but he's not at all interested in that right now. And I gotta say -- the fact that she morphed into looking exactly like the guy's wife? Probably pretty friggin' important.
Nadine talks about great progress requiring great sacrifice, and his work created her, and that he needs to step back and see things objectively as a scientist. "You let go of Karen long ago for a greater purpose. Don't let that all be for nothing," she says, rather conveniently leaving out the fact that she left Karen dead under a bed in his old house. Plus he can take back what William Bell took from him. Truss stares at her for a long, long time. I think his scientific curiosity combined with him likely suspecting his wife is dead plus him assuming that if he doesn't help then he's dead too all add up to him saying, "It may be possible to alter the compound to accommodate multiple genomes." They just have to induce a state of permanent hyper-replication, he says, but she grabs his hand hard as he's about to inject a bonding agent into the test tube, and icily tells him that she knows enough about biochemistry to know that restriction enzymes would fragment her DNA and trigger a massive internal hemorrhage. She squeezes his hand, breaking the test tube. Hey! He needs that hand for mad-scientificatin'! She tells him to finish what he started. She's not going to ask again. So it's like that!