Fringe: The Episode Where Astrid and Walter Break My Damn Heart
December 11th, 2009
A distraught young Asian man hurries down a bustling street in Boston’s Chinatown, looking panicky and in pain. It’s not raining, but his hair and clothes are wet. He asks a woman in Cantonese for directions to Ping-on Street. She seems a little taken aback by his disheveled appearance, but she points him in the right direction. He rings a doorbell and is then buzzed into a building, where he’s met by a calm, kindly middle-aged Asian man, who ushers him into his living room and asks him if any of the others made it. The young man tells him they’re all dead. The older man (we won’t find out until much later that his name is Ming Che, but I’m saving us a few steps and calling him that from here on out) invites him to stay with him. He leads him into what looks like a warehouse filled with cots.
When the young man complains of stomach pains, Che instructs him to lie down on a cot. The young man begs for help and asks what’s happening to him, then starts to scream in pain. Che puts on rubber gloves, picks up a pair of shears, and cuts off the man’s shirt. The man’s chest starts to bulge, like something is threatening to burst out of his stomach, Aliens-style. Long, thin tentacles emerge from his mouth. I’m pretty sure I saw an anime version of this, only it centered around pretty young girls in school uniforms.
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