Olivia's heading out of the garage when her cellphone rings. It's Peter, telling her there's another body.

Broyles is waiting for her at a car dealership, and he tells her the owner was found dead by an employee. Inside, there's a guy lying on his back. It looks more like he puked and choked on his own vomit, if anything. Walter, examining him says he appears to have died of the same thing as the boy, and he asks Peter to prepare six vials. "Yes, sir," says Peter, all crabby.

Olivia goes to talk to the employee who found him, who says "Anton" was a nice man with a family. Olivia asks when he saw Anton last. Well, that would be last night at the strip club they sometimes go to. "My wife doesn't know, just ... please don't judge me," says the salesman. Olivia grins. "I'm not judging you," she says, angelically.

Meanwhile, Walter is rather forcefully shoving some kind of swab up Anton's nasal cavity, much to Peter's disgust, even though, as Walter points out, the guy can't feel it. "I wonder if they sell cars here with the seats that warm your ass," wonders Walter as he swabs up brain vomit. Heh. I think Walter's a booty man.

Meanwhile, the salesman, having been unable to think of anyone who might want to hurt Anton, gives Olivia his card in case she has any more questions. Or if she needs a new car. "We have next year's models in, so, uh..." He trails off, noticing Olivia staring at him. "Now you are judging me," he says. Poor guy. He was better off confessing his strip-club visitation to the pretty lady!

Back at the Fringe lab, Astrid is showing Olivia how the platters on Anton's computer were fried just like Greg's. That can't be a coincidence, figures Olivia, with Astrid pointing out that even a speck of dust is enough to make the sensitive platters unstable, but these look like they'd had a blowtorch taken to them. Also, both computers downloaded a big file -- 657 megabytes -- right before they crashed. Peter asks where the file came from, and Astrid says that'll take her a couple more days to suss out. "That's time we don't have," says Olivia. Going somewhere?