Saying "Fringe opens with a bang" would be in poor taste, right?
In Queens, two NYPD squad cars streak up the twisty ramp of a parking structure. Sirens blare, tires squeal, the works. Two guys, both wearing suits, both looking sort of tough, stand on the roof in front of a nondescript sedan with a worried-looking teen boy in the backseat. A cop, Officer Gibson, gets out of his car, gun drawn, and orders the men to get on their knees. One of the men tells him he has no idea what he's dealing with. Gibson looks confused. He starts backing up to the edge of the parking structure. Another cop, Officer Williams, asks him what the hell he's doing. Gibson seems to be trying to resist -- he's sweaty and panicky and struggling -- but he just keeps backing up, until he backs right off the edge and falls to his death. Safety barriers, folks. They're a good thing. With the same look of terror-struck confusion, Officer Williams shoots the two remaining cops and then, horrified, puts the gun to her temple and pulls the trigger.
Three deaths by gunfire, one death by falling... No flesh-eating bacteria? No spinal cords getting ripped out? On the Fringe gore index, this barely registers.
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