All language subtitles for Eureka S2 E05

Zoe: You said that if I had 20
hours behind the wheel, you'd let me.

Drive, as in "my car,"
not as in "get your own."

Well, it's not like I'm gonna
pick up guys and head for Vegas.

Okay, now you can never
get a car of your own.

Hit me again, Vincent.

What's up, Jo? Big date?

High school science fair,
most dangerous day of the year.

What you got, baking soda volcanoes
and some lame fly experiments?

Teens with unlimited access
to terrifying technology.

It's armageddon with acne.

Really? What's your experiment?

Flies.

Well, at least you're
going with a classic.

It's a dumb genetics thing.

It's supposed to show how
different behavior traits are passed

from one generation to the next.

Right, like the keen Carter
investigative mind.

Honey, that's not so dumb.
Thanks.

It doesn't matter. I'm gonna be
humiliated by the competition.

Hey, don't say that. You just do your
best. Forget about the competition.

She's just a little insecure
about her IQ test.

Her...

What IQ test?

Do you two even talk?

Everyone at school
had to take it.

Well, why am I always
the last to know?

Because, it's no big deal, and
what could you have done about it?

Well, I could have told you
that I took one when I was a kid.

Really?

Yes, and I did very well.

I got 111. I didn't even
try and I got over 100%.

Yeah, he surprises me
sometimes, too.

Your regular wheatgrass?

Please, and one to go
for Dr. Stark.

Vincent: Two cups of
workout fuel, coming up.

Hey, Vincent! I'll try one of
those. Sounds very wheaty.

Do you need a ride to school?

Yeah, like five minutes ago.

Okay.

Carter: Good luck,
and don't worry about it.

Your project's gonna be great.

Thanks, dad.

Just...

Science fair, big day.

Oh, not you, too.

Why do you think
I've been working out?

Oh, I hear you. I love exercise.

Just...

Pump time, find my center,
clear the ch'i.

Oh, you go to the gym?

Sure. Yeah, all the time.

Good stuff.

Nathan: I imagine Carter more of a
jumping-Jacks, medicine—ball kind of a guy.

He says he works out
here all the time.

Well, I've never seen him.

And I wouldn't have
forgotten that.

Hey, guys, they're...
They're loaners.

I left my gym bag at home.

This is the zone, right?

Yeah, Carter, you remember under
the gym floor there's a generator that

produces a localized em field?

Right. Yeah.
Oh, yeah. And the bars...

Are paired with the floor.

The field either attracts or repels
them to mimic different weights.

So, what you gonna try first?

How about 111?

Yeah, huh?
Yeah, you heard about that.

You never cease
to amaze me, Carter.

So, the, uh...

The science fair, that's sort
of a "geeks gone wild," huh?

You know how texans feel about
their high school football?

Yep. Child's play.

A lot of g.D.'S greatest stars
were discovered at the fair.

A career could
be made overnight.

Yeah, but, I mean, they're only kids.
How much trouble can they get into?

I mean, Jo made it seem
like the sky was falling.

Well, that hasn't
happened since 2004.

And that was more of an
igniting of the ionosphere.

Seriously?

Hey, when you're pioneering
new territory, things happen.

Truth is, we have
strict guidelines,

but there's rarely been
a year where someone

or something hasn't gone...

"Boom." oh!

Oh! Oh!

Carter: All right, so what's
the damage, Henry?

Well, there's a hole
in the engine block.

Wow, looks like
it went right through.

Any idea what could cause it?

Well, given the trajectory...

A meteorite?

A meteorite?

Yeah.

A meteorite hit my car?

No, not buying it.

Look, there's another
hole down there.

Looks like a piece
of metal, maybe?

It's way down there, though.

Well, no way to get
to it without excavating.

Oh, there might be.

Since when do you go to the gym?

Oh, shut up.

Got it.

You know, two feet to the left
of my car, I'd let it go.

Two feet to the right, I'd give it to
you, but right through my car, I...

I gotta check it out.

I mean, maybe Jo is right.

Maybe it does have something
to do with the science fair.

Well, take it to the
neat lab at cd.

Oh, they're all neat to me.

No.neaneaflh asteroid tracking.

In the meantime, I'll drop
your car off at my garage,

but let me know
what the lab says.

All right. Oh!

Hey, Henry, you're taking my
car. How am I supposed to...

Done deal. Called cd. And
Fargo is working on something.

Henry!

Sheriff, can I take
that for you?

Thank you so much.
Appreciate it.

Sure.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Sarah: Hello, sheriff Carter.

Sarah, is that you?

Surprise!

How am I supposed to steer?

I am self-navigating.

Sarah, what are you doing?

I just wanted to get out
of the house for a while.

Dr. Fargo downloaded me
to the car. Shall we get going?

Uh, you know what? I'm good.

I think I'll walk.

Come on, sheriff,
we never go anywhere together.

It'll be an adventure.

All right, fine.

But watch the road, and just try
to keep it under the speed limit,

if you wouldn't mind.

Buckle up.

Whoa. Whoa!

Deputy, I am very sorry about whatever
happened to sheriff Carter's Jeep,

but I really don't think any of our
students had anything to do with it.

We have very strict ground
rules concerning our experiments.

No cloning, ai, infectious diseases.
No space-time continuum manipulation

and no g.D. Technology.

They're kids. Kids cheat, especially smart
ones, which in this case is all of them.

Well, I would like to think that our
students follow the honor system.

Even the heathers?

I thought you were going
to suspend those three

after the stunt that
they pulled last year.

Well, we considered it, but their
contributions proved far too valuable.

Music downloaded directly
into the brain.

That technology won an enterprise
award and a MacArthur genius Grant.

That technology gave me
a headache for two weeks.

I promise to keep an eye out.

I heard about your
genetics experiment, Zoe.

Mendel? Really?

That guy died like,
what, a century ago?

Is that the best you can do?

Last century's
fruit fly experiment?

They're tsetse flies.

Wow, very 111.

Guess the genetic apple
doesn't fall far from the tree.

Sarah: This is fantastic.

Watch it!

I think I'm getting
the hang of this.

You do know you need
a driver's license, right?

Like, I could arrest you.

We should go somewhere.

I've always wanted
to see the ocean.

We are going somewhere. We're going
to global, and maintain the speed limit.

Don't be a backseat driver.

You need to relax.
Have a massage.

That's just freaking me out.

The car is programmed for
shiatsu, Swedish, eff/eurage...

Geese. Geese?

Geese!

Holy crap!

Turn back! Turn back!
You're going the wrong way!

One of my flocks.

Been using them
to study migration patterns.

They should be gone by now,

winging south along
the pacific flyways.

I don't know what I did wrong.

I'm sorry to hear that.

They need to spread
their wings, leave home.

It's not normal for them
to stay with their mama.

You mean, papa. Mama.

Papa. Mama

in the animal kingdom,

the male of the species is
generally useless at child—rearing.

No talent for it whatsoever.

Probably true.

Tiny meteorites, crazy house...

Massage? No!

Allison: Henry thinks
it's just a meteorite.

That's what I'm here
to find out.

So, how's Sarah?

Oh, fantastic.
Remind me to kill Fargo.

Fargo's at the g.D. Arctic
station staff development seminar.

I sent the car.

I just thought you might
be sore after your workout.

I'm fine. Thanks.

Very funny, Carter.

Not funny. Can't move.

Easy, sheriff. Just relax and
breathe. It'll pass in a minute.

What happened? Cephalic
pattern security barrier.

A sensor—intensive gateway

that registers
identity based on DNA.

Not helping.

If someone enters
without proper clearance,

it initiates a light-based
immobilization field.

I thought you worked these bugs out
months ago. Carter: Pins and needles!

I did, but the sheriff must
not be in the system yet.

Did you get the registration
notice I sent to your office?

Jo opens all the mail. She...

She's so mean.

This will last for the day, but I'll need a
DNA sample for permanent clearance.

Don't forget.

No, I'll do my best!

Carter, I have a briefing
to go to. Will you be okay?

Yeah, never better.

Hello.

Dr. Finn, I'm sheriff Carter.
I'm the one who called you.

A moment, please.

Well, good thing
Eureka's a no—fly zone.

It's not a ray gun.
It's a catadioptric imager.

Uh, telescope with a camera.

Powerful enough to Pierce
g.D.'S electromagnetic umbrella.

And today, it happens to be six
milliarc-seconds off in right ascension,

so you can guess the kind
of day that I am having.

The worst.

Uh, maybe I should talk to
someone else in your neato lab?

Sorry, it's just me. The director
is at a conference in Hawaii.

But, hey, I get to stay
and watch the equipment,

and I get to look at your little
rock. Highlight of my week.

Yeah, like I said,
I'm not sure what it is.

Well, it's doubtful
that it came from space.

The lab tracks all known objects large
enough to enter earth's atmosphere.

Wow. So, you guard the earth from total
destruction. That's a pretty cool gig.

No, I keep the telescope
working while others go to Hawaii.

So, is it a meteorite? Not
unless it was made in China.

A meteorite is a rock.
That is man—made.

Probably a fragment off a
Chinese weather satellite.

Wait. A fragment?

Yeah, space is full ofjunk.

Bits of satellites, tools
lost during shuttle missions.

How many we talking?

Over the last 40 years, maybe
a couple hundred thousand in all.

Couple hundred thousand?

There's no need to stockpile
the batteries and the bottled water.

An impact like this happens
once in a lifetime, so just...

Or twice.

Carter: Well, it looks like we
found the rest of our Chinese satellite.

Finn: I don't think so.
Almost done mapping it now.

Whoa. What is that?

It's a portable
computer axial tomographer.

We take a 3D image and then we
pipe it into a set-point topology program.

What is that?

That would be a toilet.

Specifically, a zero—gravity urinal
developed by NASA called an opti—can.

It was discarded
by iss years ago.

What are the odds of two pieces of
space junk hitting Eureka on the same day?

Well, random events
do tend to cluster together,

but I'll admit,
that's a bit of a coincidence.

A bit of a coincidence?

The computers create
orbit determination images

every 24 hours.

The next one will
be done at 6:00 tonight.

All right, well, let's see if
we can step up the timetable.

A lot of things could hit us
between now and 6:00.

Finn: This is from yesterday.

The green circles are objects
whose trajectories have been projected

and pose no risk to earth.

They're definitely in stabo.

Stable orbit.
I was gonna get it.

Can we see
what you got for today?

Yeah, the director

doesn't let me evaluate raw
data before it's been compiled,

unless it's an emergency,
and I got to...

Finn, a metal toilet
plowed into a field.

Right.

Well, this image won't be
complete for eight hours,

but it'll give you
a general idea of...

Okay, that's not good.

The debris field is coalescing
into geosynchronous orbit.

And their course has been
unnaturally altered.

They're all coming to Eureka.

So, that means if we don't
figure out what's causing this,

what happened
to my Jeep this morning...

Is just the beginning.

Should we call NORAD
or something?

Are you kidding? NORAD calls us.

I've re-tasked our
satellites to scan for anything

that could be
affecting objects in orbit.

Henry and Finn are working
on a real—time inertial track

to pinpoint where
the debris could hit.

Okay, I'll sound the alarm.
I'll cancel the science fair.

No, the science fair is happening
in the safest place in town.

It was built as a shelter.

It has a cubic boron nitrate
roof, dynamic vector shielding...

Well, unless it holds
3,000 people,

we're still going to need
to evacuate the town.

To where? A debris cloud like this
could fall across 500 square miles.

Until we have a hard track, we
don't know where this stuff could hit.

Taggart, those things
better be housebroken.

You bring a creature
into the world.

You try to prepare her for any
challenge she might encounter.

Where did I go wrong?

We do the best we can. Right?

I can't help feeling
I've failed them.

Oh! You... whoa!

It's hard to see what's going on
inside you, my little winged angel.

Taggan, what the hell are...

I don't know whether
to be disturbed or relieved.

They're mechanical,
but still close to my heart.

Did I make a hash
of their software?

Internal compass?

Maybe it's the wing design.

Can I ask you why you built
a flock of robo-birds?

I just modified a military design
to track migration patterns.

The military is building
killer geese?

Shh!

Camouflaged drones,

heavily armed.

Look up, see a goose.

Don't pay any attention.

Then, bangaroo!

Death from above.

Oldest rule of warfare,
control the high ground.

Well,

back to the lab with this one.

Henry: Wait, you think
we're under attack?

Well, isn't it possible that someone is
making the space junk fall on Eureka?

I mean, it's the oldest rule of
warfare to control the high ground.

Well, there have been attempts
at weaponizing space debris,

but Russia stopped after the
cold war, so that just leaves...

Aliens?

No, Jack. Us.

Or aliens.

The star wars defense system.
Now, they weren't working on

rail guns and x—ray lasers to
shoot down nuclear missiles.

No, they wanted to use what
was up there already as ammo.

So, we tested a system of
magnetic panels in the desert in 1986.

And then we abandoned it
after our very first attempt.

I'm hoping you didn't suck down
a bunch of planes and helicopters.

No, but nearly all the recorded
data in Nevada was erased.

Tapes in video stores,
floppy disks in casinos,

half the database of area 51.

Area 51 is real?

Anyway, the research
was shuttered by 1989.

It was too bad.
G.D. Was heavily involved.

Even some of our science fair
winners were in the mix.

Stop it. Go back.
The one before.

Okay.

That's Finn.

Huh.

Aaron Finn won the
Eureka science fair

in 1986 and received
a internship at global for...

Let me guess, his work on giant,
space-junk-sucking magnets.

Optical aiming devices

for giant,
space-junk-sucking magnets.

Thanks, Henry.

You're welcome.

Dr. Finn?

What?

Congratulations on the
science fair win.

Well, that was
20 years ago, but okay.

Is it a coincidence that the
project that launched your career

could actually explain
what's been happening?

Launched my career?

That science fair nearly
ended it before it even began.

Do you know what it is like
to have your best idea

co-opted by the government
at age 16?

No. Not really.

It was all downhill from there.

20 years later, where
am I? I'm not in Hawaii.

I'm here.

I'm a... I'm a...

I'm a cameraman to the stars.

Sir, are you using your
research to get back at the town?

What are you talking about?
I'm trying to help the town.

Look, I reprogrammed the imager to take
a real—time assessment of the debris field

every 20 minutes.
Look, I may be pissed off,

but I could no more cause
this than I could prevent it.

Look, sheriff!

They're flying!

Oh, congratulations.

My geese, they're going.

They're really going.

Taggafl? Oh, they're turning.

They seem to be coming
this way, quite rapidly, actually.

Carter: Move! Move,
through here!

Quick! Hurry!

Sorry about all this, Taggart.
Try not to take it too personally.

Well, it's difficult. They lost
their way, and I gotta wear it!

Taggart, do you think that the same
thing that's screwing up your birds

could be attracting
the space junk?

They're made from pure polymer
matrix composites, no metal.

Yeah, but you said you put some
kind of compass inside the birds, right?

I gotcha.

In your biological avian,
neurons contain an

iron oxide crystal that
aligns with magnetic north.

It sends directional
info to the brain.

I just designed an artificial
version for my geese.

Okay, so a big magnet
could knock them off course?

Very possible.

For the last time,
it's a camera.

I remember you. 1986.

I was one of the judges.

Good times.

Yeah, well, that was quite a
crop of baby geniuses, wasn't it?

Finn, let's check out
the latest crop. Let's go.

Man on P.A.: Judging for the
science fair will begin in 30 minutes.

Students, please prepare your
projects for presentation.

Zoe: My experiment.
What happened?

It was Megan and her
little coven, wasn't it?

They took your flies.

Ever since I got a 94
on my physics midterm,

those girls have made
my life a living hell.

A 94? That's great.

Yeah, well, norms
aren't supposed to be smart.

"Norms"?

Kids without genius parents.
And I think you've met my dad.

Hey, where I come from,
we respect our parents,

especially if they carry a gun.

The point is, my flies
have flown. I'm screwed.

You still have your data.

It doesn't matter. I'm just
living up to my 111 legacy.

I mean, what am I
supposed to do?

Sua sponte.

75th ranger regiment motto.

It means "to act
without warning."

You know, they expect
you to give up.

So, surprise them.

Don't get mad, get even.

Hmm.

Sarah: We 're three minutes
from the Tesla school, sheriff

yeah, I know. Thanks.

Can't afford a whole car?

Oh, don't get me started.

You okay?

Yeah.

It's just...
Took years of therapy to

get over winning that science
fair, and I haven't been back since.

Get over it?

Get over what? You won.

You said it was the
high point of your career.

It was. The high point.

And now I get to go back
and see how far I've fallen?

Can't wait for that.

I'm integrating the existing
processor circuitry fiber—ware

with biomechanics interface protocol,
leading to possible cybernetic applications.

Your thoughts, Dr. Stark?

I was actually thinking
of a bear Bryant quote.

"Potential is what
you ain't got yet."

Claude, do you even want
to be a scientist?

You should quit wasting
everyone's time. Step up your game.

See what I mean? Brutal.

Yeah, I thought stark
just talked like that to me.

I don't even know
what I'm looking for.

So, what's behind the tent?

Dr. Stark, principal
Wallace, we present

solar-powered, ultra—high
resolution gamma pulse tomography.

It's the next phase
in medical imaging.

First, there were x—rays,
then mris, and now, the sgt.

Tina.

The sgt will lead us into a cancer-free
future, with an entirely green power source.

Hey, who threw that?

This isn't supposed to happen.

Tina: Make it stop!

Bingo.

I knew those three were trouble.

Looks like we found
our magnetic field.

Stay back! How do I
shut this thing down?

Megan: I don't know how.

Oh!

What is happening here?

Reno 111 just totally messed
up the future of medicine.

We're gonna have to take this in
for testing. And you, you and you,

I'm gonna have to
ask you some questions.

Wait, just...
It wasn't their fault.

No one's getting
blamed yet, honey.

No, look, whatever happened,
they didn't do it.

It was me.

Megan: Look what you've done!

Easy. What did you do?

I sua sponted them.

You...

She got even. They sabotaged her
experiment, so she messed with theirs.

Really?

Yeah, I know. Dumb,
right? Big surprise.

Do you have any idea
what you've done?

I over—cranked the system
when you were gone for lunch.

It's not like your wiring
was that hard to re—circuit.

You better not have
touched the power system.

Enough. We're not done.

If you messed
with this thing at lunch,

then there's no way it could have pulled
the space junk down on my Jeep this morning.

Thanks for breaking it, then.

So does that mean
I'm not grounded?

You're more than grounded. We
just have bigger problems right now.

Finn's boss took a reading from
the g.D. Radioscope in haleakala.

He gives us three hours before the debris
field enters the atmosphere above Eureka.

Most of the small particles
will burn upon entry.

Well, how about the big
ones? Will make it through

and we have no idea
where they'll hit.

All right, well, whoever's
here stays here.

The rest are being moved to underground
bunkers, but I don't even want to think

about what's gonna
happen to the town.

I don't know why it went
all Magneto in there.

Why don't you ask the dumb
blonde who messed with it?

Watch who you're calling "dumb."

I've seen this before.

Ten minutes ago
at the science fair?

No, on the roof
of global, only bigger.

What are you talking about?

Megan, I admire your audacity.

But the rules prohibit the use
of any technology from global.

I didn't steal it.
I invented it.

Jane harrington developed
an identical solar beam array

to power our
new security system.

Do you really expect us to
believe that this is just coincidence?

Jane harrington?

I take it you know her?

Yeah.

She's my mom.

Man on P.A.:
Evacuation in progress.

Please continue
down to the bunkers.

Hey, Jane, what you doing?

Some sort of bird problem

damaged my system's
power source on the roof.

We're having to scan
everyone manually.

Are you good, or should we get
your daughter to help you fix it?

Megan?

You stole her design to help
power your security system.

I invented that power system.

Why would I have to steal it
from a 15—year-old?

Oh, maybe because you've
been behind schedule.

Now, suddenly, you're online.

I checked the dates on your
plans against Megan's project.

We know what happened.

Does Megan know?

Jane, how could you do that?

You're a parent.

You know the pressure to
do what's best for your child.

Megan loves it in Eureka. If I
didn't get this system working,

my funding would be cut.
I'd be out.

I panicked.

I'm so embarrassed.

I'm sorry, but I'll have to
suspend your clearance

pending review
by the ethics panel.

I just didn't want
to let her down.

Guys, I've got something
you need to see.

Finn: Yeah, it's coming,
all of it.

I thought we had more time.

This doesn't make any sense.

I don't care how big
you make my experiment,

the power supply doesn't have
anything to do with magnets.

Carter: Well, maybe it's
interacting with something?

Good "oh"? Bad "oh"?

The em barrier over global,

it's an electromagnetic
security umbrella.

You shot my energy beam
through a Magneto static array?

Mom, duh!

The beam turned the shield
into a giant magnet

strong enough to pull
metal down from space.

You've got to turn off the beam.

Section four, please.

The beam's been off
since the bird issue.

The debris is already
in the atmosphere.

Jane: I'm afraid it's too late.

Jo: Everybody, stay calm.

The safest place in town
is right here.

Well, we got everyone in the auditorium
and the deputy has yet to use her taser.

Thank god for small favors.
Is Kevin okay? Is he scared?

He's good. He's safe.

I told him he could be
an honoraryjudge.

I should be there with him.

You will be soon enough. Just
concentrate on trying to stop this debris.

Nathan?

Still fine.

But I guess I got my answer.

Yeah.

Henry: The debris is entering
the atmosphere at a very steep angle.

Can we un—steep it?

Do you understand anything
about particle physics?

No, not really.

Well, how about gravity?

Once my mom's security device pulled the
space junk out of orbit, gravity takes over.

Not necessarily...

There's a giant magnet under this floor,
and I figure, if it can repel these bars,

maybe it can do the same
thing to the space junk.

That's your idea?

Megan, don't be rude.

You don't get to tell me
what to do, not anymore.

I may have let
the pressure get to me,

I may have made a mistake,
but I'm still your mother

and you don't get to talk
to people that way.

Jack, this field is simply not powerful
enough to push the debris away.

Oh, I'm not talking about pushing
it away. I'm talking, more nudging it.

Oh, you mean, alter the
angle of entry just enough

so that the debris will
burn up in the atmosphere?

Uh... sure. Okay.

Dad, that's...
That's almost brilliant.

We'd still need morejuice.

Yeah, but Zoe supercharged Megan's
power source at the science fair.

So, then, we just hook it up to the
giant magnet under the floor, here.

And then, there's ourjuice.

Zoe?

I don't know how to do that.

Sure you do. You just did it.

I was just screwing around. You can't
possibly expect me to fix this by myself.

Seriously.

No. I don't.

That's why both of you are here.

Henry: The bulk of the debris
field is only 15 minutes away.

We gotta hurry.

Okay, Zoe, think. You boosted
Megan's power. What did you do?

I... she has no
idea what she did.

She's like that one monkey who
just happens to type Shakespeare.

Okay, well, you know, even a trained
monkey would know that the peak

output of a pv array can
be increased dramatically

if the modules are
interconnected in parallel,

not in series, as was done here.

That could increase
our efficiency 400%.

Good job, sweetie.

Do whatever you want, if
you think she knows so much.

Megan... enough.

Look, this is not about who
knows more or who's the smartest.

Forget the competition.
Forget the pressure, it is crap.

Look, you have created
something amazing,

and now you have a chance
to make a difference.

Don't let anything get in the way
of that, or believe me, you'll regret it.

Okay.

We still need a satnav system to
orient the magnetic field accurately.

Now, I could rig something up,
but that'll take time.

You don't have to.
I know where one is.

Is this gonna work?

I hope so, because the
circuitry is gonna be fried.

The energy sap is catastrophic.

Sarah: Guess this means
we're not going to the beach.

No, we won't, but it's been
quite an adventure.

Okay.

Okay, Sarah, what do you see?

Processing trajectory data.

Power's holding steady.
Good work, girls.

Not bad, for a norm.

Wow, that's the most human
thing you've ever said to me.

Don't tell anyone.

Here we go.

The data stream is
too large for my processor.

I'm running low
on available memory.

Henry: We've only got 30 seconds

until the debris field
enters the atmosphere.

Still calculating trajectory.

Carter: Come on, Sarah,
you can do it. I know you can.

Trajectory found.

Carter: Henry, what's
going on? Is it working?

Space debris vertical trajectory
has been adjusted by 32 degrees.

It's working.

Surface metal temperature,
8,000 degrees.

Debris field beginning
to vaporize.

Yes!

Great. Good job.

You, too.

Sarah?

Quite an
adventure. See you at home.

It is said,

an inventor is a person who makes
an ingenious arrangement of wheels,

levers and Springs, and
believes it's civilization.

One student's invention may
have, indeed, saved civilization.

Or, at least, Eureka.

Tesla school's science fair
has named this year's first prize,

and a one-year internship at
global dynamics,

Megan harrington.

You were robbed.

Yeah, an internship?

Please.
Totally dodged that bullet.

It is also said that the path to
civilization is paved not with individuals,

but with partnerships.

Second place goes to Zoe Carter.

What?

And her prize is a new car.

A new car?

Hey, Henry.

The debris is burning
up in the atmosphere.

Still pretty, though.

Got any wishes?

One.

Nathan, I know you blame
yourself for what happened to Kim.

Don't. It wasn't your fault.

Wish I could be certain of that.

I am.

Megan: Dr. Finn?

There she is,
the girl of the hour.

Congratulations.

Thanks. They told me that I get to
choose what project I want to work on

for the internship.

It's a big move.

Be sure you pick something
you're passionate about.

And good people,
people you can trust.

That's why I was thinking I
might like to work with you,

if that's okay.

Yeah, it would be an honor.

But, if you steal any of
my ideas, I will Bury you.

I'm kidding.

I'm just kidding.

Saying goodbye?

Time to let them find
their own way in the world.

That's got to be easier without a
giant magnet pulling them off course.

At least it wasn't your fault.

Actually, it was.

I was wondering why none of
the biological birds around town

had the same
navigational problems.

Turns out,
when I built my babies,

I made the
compasses too sensitive.

Wanted to be sure
they'd never get lost.

At least your heart
was in the right place.

Nah, I should have
trusted them more.

They're gonna get lost, sure,
lose their bearings for a bit.

That's how they'll learn.

Yeah.

It's a little bit depressing.

Hi, sweetie.

You're not gonna let me
keep the car, are you?

Yeah, you can keep it.

Just wanted to make
sure you were ready.

I am, really.

I know you are.

Not sure if! Am.

Did you see Taggart's geese?

Apparently, dads aren't very well
equipped for this child-rearing thing.

Oh, I don't know.
You do all right.

Oh, I looked up 111, and...

Average.

Exactly average.

So I guess I'm not as smart
as I thought I was.

Hey, we're Carters.
We're street—smart.

Who cares, anyway? Honestly, I wish
I had never even taken the stupid test.

Really?

Yeah.

'Cause I got your results
from principal Wallace, tonight.

And I thought you might
want to open them.

But, just...

I love you, whatever your IQ is.

112!

That's great. You did...
You did your dad one better!