After a commercial break, Walter is muttering "Cleveland, Baltimore, Philadelphia" to himself, with Olivia asking if there are any other boxes that haven't been broken into yet. Walter says he doesn't know, because he can't remember why he was putting things into the boxes. "So let me get this straight," says Peter, and I hope by now it's part of the Fringe drinking game that you drink whenever Peter says "let me get this straight" or "just so I'm clear" and the like. Anyway: "You can remember traveling around the country twenty-three years ago, renting all these safety deposit boxes under assumed names, but you can't remember why?" Peter always forgets his dad is mentally ill when it's time to give him hell for something, doesn't he? Walter says whatever it was, it must have been of "profound significance," since he didn't use his usual hiding places. "Well, excellent. That clears it right up," says Peter, who should feel free to shut up any time he likes. Walter, testily, says he was under a lot of stress at the time, which was before the lab assistant was killed in the accident. He sits down on the bed, and takes out a little vial of something that he dumps in the glass of (presumably) water on his bedside table. "I was ... distrustful of everybody. William Bell, your mother. I was convinced I was being followed. Someone was watching my every move." He drinks the water. Peter asks him what medication that was. "My supplements," he says. Olivia asks if he told anyone else, but the answer appears to be no: "I told you I was paranoid," he says already seeming a lot more relaxed. Olivia tells him to get dressed: they're going out.
Over to the federal building, where Charlie, who does an awful lot of work with the Fringe team for a guy who supposedly doesn't have all the clearance, gives Walter a bunch of photographs of banks in the Syracuse area, because in 1985 he gave a lecture there, according to his travel records. "Does any of this trigger anything in your mind?" Walter, kinda giddy, turns around and says, "Yes, but not about banks. Think back twenty years. Imagine yourself then, imagining yourself now, twenty years into the future. In your wildest imagination, could you ever think you'd be here?" Charlie quietly asks Olivia if Walter's stoned. Olivia just tells Charlie to show him the other batch of photos, and to be patient with him: "His mind works in a different way." Charlie watches Walter actually lick the photograph. All Charlie wants is for Walter to not take any sensitive FBI equipment and turn it into a bong, for god's sake.
Broyles strolls up to tell Olivia that after Raul split from his wife, he moved to D.C., where he was an in-patient at the VA there for six months. The records say he didn't have any visitors: "I don't know what that does to your theory he was recruited there." Unless it was by another patient, suggests Olivia.
Back at Blindingly White Labs Inc., Nina check in with the technician again, who says when they tried to access Schott's hippocampus, his "brain-wave echo" suddenly became erratic, inconsistent in ways they'd never seen. Nina asked what caused it. "We managed to resolve the last image in Agent Scott's optic nerve before he died. This image is linked to a second set of brainwave echoes," she says. She hands a file to Nina, who opens it to find a blurry picture of Olivia. "They must have somehow shared consciousness," she says, adding that if that's the case, some of John Scott's memories, perhaps the ones they need ... "...are in Agent Dunham's mind," concludes Nina.
Over to the VA hospital, where Olivia asks an orderly where Dr. Bruce Miller is. The orderly points. "Thank you for establishing yourself in the scene," says Olivia, before heading over to talk to the doctor. She says she wants to talk to him about Raul, and he tells her he can't violate patient confidentiality. Olivia tells him Raul is dead, his right to confidentiality no longer applies. "I'm investigating his death, and I need to know about his friends, anyone he was doing therapy with, or people that he got close to." Dr. Miller points out that other current and former patients are still alive, so confidentiality does apply to them. "Unless they're involved in ongoing criminal activity, in which case it's his duty to release those records. "What crimes?" he says, and Olivia gives him a BS "I'm not authorized to tell you that," and tries to bullshit him, and he says he has two-dozen patients to see before he can go home to dinner. "And I'm not about to violate my ethical duty based on your say-so." He says he'll help her out if she comes back with a federal subpoena. Goddamn doctor and his respect for patients' rights!
While the doctor leaves to examine his precious patients, Olivia takes out her cellphone and starts to make a call, when she's stopped by the orderly. "He liked to play chess, Raul," he says, adding that there are four people in Raul's little Chess Club. Olivia asks if he remembers their names, and the orderly tells her to get a pencil.
Back at the hideout, the remaining seventy-five per cent of the chess club plus Loeb head out, getting in the van. The smoking guy sits down, and is too busy being freaked out by his shaking hand that Loeb has to yell at him to close the door.
At the federal building, Charlie's got the agents following up on leads related to the other members of the chess club, including Robert Norton, a captain in the Air Force, honorably discharged in April '04, and Evan McNeil, whose wife says her husband's away on business and she hasn't heard from him in two days. Charlie gets something solid: "One of our vets bought three one-way tickets to T.F. Green Airport in Providence." Olivia asks when they land. "Forty-seven minutes ago," says Charlie.
Olivia calls the lab, where Walter isn't even bothering to pretend that playing Coleco football is work anymore, and he's showing Astrid how to brush that damn COW. Olivia tells Peter that they think the next robbery is going to happen in Providence, and she asks him to see if that jogs Walter's memory. Peter asks his dad if he rented any boxes in Providence. "I don't believe so, no. I'm sorry, Peter. I have tried everything to remember. I understand how important it is, and I am quite disappointed with myself."
Peter doesn't seem convinced, asks Olivia to hold on, and tries a more roundabout method, once Astrid finishes bitching about how she has too much real work to do to brush the cow's teeth as Walter suggests. Peter asks his dad which bank he'd use if he were going to rent a safe-deposit box in Providence. "That would have to be the Fairmont Savings Bank, off Westminster Street. It's the only one with safe-deposit boxes big enough for my purposes," he says absentmindedly, and then realizes what Peter just did. "Well done, son." Peter, grinning, relays the info to Olivia.
At the bank, Charlie introduces him and Olivia to Sam Martin of Providence SAC, and I don't know what SAC stands for. Secret Agent Clank? Special Agent in Charge? He tells them all surrounding streets are locked down, and his men are, per their request, checking all shared walls and alleys. Then he introduces the agents to the bank manager, a nervous fellow named Mr. Grimes, who says they've had no alarms or signs of forced entry. Any black-clad bank robbers sticking out of walls? As they enter the vault, the bank manager lists off their security measures: cameras, motion detectors, sensors that detect fractional variances in ambient temperature. Charlie says, "They might be disabling t