OK, so Col. Broyles isn't evil, just a man who's doing what he's doing so David Robert Jones will continue to provide Broyles' formerly dying son with the medicine he needs to get picked first for “hitball” and so girls will like him.
But the non-evil, non-corrupted forces are closing in around him, with Fauxlivia working to find out who the presumed mole is. It's her way of dealing with Lincoln Bee's death (well, that and getting right sloshed).
Meanwhile, the weekly threat involves people in Earth-1 suffering the fate of their Earth-2 counterparts, no matter how improbable. A couple of suits and a pilot crash their plane on Earth-1, and their doppelgangers, who weren't even flying, suffer the same injuries. (Of course, longtime Abrams watchers knew someone was doomed when they saw a firm called “Artz Holdings,” given that we all know what happened to a guy named Arzt holding dynamite. That's not a reach, is it?)
Anyway, Walter, who makes a field trip to the other side -- he's really blossoming! -- figures out the pseudoscientific bullshit, as he always does, which this week has to do with each universe vibrating on a different frequency, and the Earth-1 victims are somehow being tuned to their Earth-2 counterparts. Or maybe it was vice-versa. It doesn't matter. At one crime scene, the agents find the device left behind, and the amphilicite it contains would seem to implicate Jones.
Walter stays at Fauxlivia's place, where she gets drunk (which probably helped her deal with seeing Walter wearing one of her robes. Better than seeing him naked, I suppose), and complains that there's no evidence implicating anyone as a mole. Then Walter makes her scrambled eggs to absorb the alcohol from her booze-soaked brain and when they decide that whoever's covering things up must be high up indeed, Walter suggests Col. Broyles. Fauxlivia scoffs, but then a visit to Meana and a bluff that they've arrested Broyles confirms it for her.
She and Lincoln race to stop Col. Broyles, whose latest task from David Robert Jones is to attach another retuning device to the control panel of the bridge, takes him to Liberty Island. They get there just in time to see the morally conflicted Col. Broyles turn himself in to Agent Broyles. He apparently just wanted to surrender in the most dramatically ambiguous way possible. What this means for Col. Broyles' son we don't learn.
Back home, though, Walter tells Olivia and Peter that he thinks he's figured out what David Robert Jones is up to: Had Broyles attached the doohickey to the bridge's control panel, it would have allowed Jones to collapse both universes. Sounds like we know how the first part of this year's season finale is going to end!
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It's Lincoln Bee's funeral and, as per television convention, it's raining. Of course, when you're shooting in Vancouver the odds of any exterior shot being filmed while it's raining are pretty good.
Lincoln Lee and the Farnsworthbot are sitting in a car, watching the mourners gather around the grave rather than joining the unfestivities themselves -- Farnsworthbot because she doesn't like funerals (she doesn't bring up the recent one for her father, but she doesn't have to) and Lincoln Lee I'm assuming because he knows it's not a good idea to be present while this universe buries their version of him.
At the grave, the parents look disconsolate, Fauxlivia looks hardened (yet with that sexy woman-in-uniform thing going on, especially with the white gloves on) and Col. Broyles looks away from too much direct eye contact. Bee's mom says children aren't supposed to die before their parents and Fauxlivia gives her word they'll do everything they can to bring those responsible to justice, then hugs her.
At Fringe Division, Manhattan, the incarcerated Meana Sharp looks at some sort of file about her on a tablet computer. She hands it back to Fauxlivia -- out of uniform, but her hair's down again so it's a tradeoff -- and says she's unclear on what's expected of her for this reduced sentence offer.
Fauxlivia explains that she thinks David Robert Jones has a mole in the Department of Defense and this is a one-time offer signed by the Secretary himself if she tells them who tipped off Jones about the prisoner transport that got Bee killed.
Meana stares her down and hands back the tablet. Fauxliva warns her that she's making a mistake, because she's going to find Jones and then everyone who worked for him will rot in a cell alongside her. Hey, I bet it sounds nice to get the gang back together! Meana tells her not to sweat it, because she's not going to be here very long. "It's your world you ought to be concerned about. Because as bad as you think things are now, things are going to get much worse." Ugh. There are more Kardashians out there?
Back over to Manhattan in its double-T glory, where some Wall Street douchebag at Aartz Holdings (which made me think of Arzt holding dynamite in Lost) is holding forth on how they're in the business of making money, and dressing down some dude named "Delman," because the suspenders-wearing boss (named Bauer) and another boss named Hamilton had to cancel their flight to Baltimore this morning. "Because you and your associates failed to finish the presentation." Nice going, Delman! Now nobody gets crab cakes!