All language subtitles for Eureka S2 E08

Can I help you find something?

I got it covered, but thanks.

Actually, you could help me
find the back door.

Well, it's by used games, but you're
really not supposed to go out that way.

I won't tell anyone
if you won't.

He's on the move.

FBI! Zane Donovan,
get your hands up!

Freeze!

Excellent response time.
You guys take lake street?

Went up by Lincoln park.
Less traffic.

Yeah, it's me. Mmm-hmm.

I think I got alive one.

Probably not the best idea.

That comes out
on the pistol range.

Please, tell me
you're my lawyer.

No, but I think I can
keep you out of jail.

What did you have in mind?

Carter: You want
to hire this guy?

He's the best in his field.

Oh, yeah, if
screwing up is a field.

Well, we need a
particle physicist, Carter,

and he's the most
promising one out there.

Whoa, he was accepted to
mit at the age of 13. Expelled.

Accepted at Yale. Expelled.
Cornell. Oh, guess what? Expelled.

Not before winning the spadaro
foundation award for superstring theory.

The guy set the bar so high,

they haven't even bothered
to give it out since.

Here's a resume highlight.

Just stole $3.1 million

from the U.S. border patrol
account for drug interdiction.

Allegedly.

And can't we just agree
that the war on drugs

is really a moralistic assault
on individual Liberty, hmm?

Or not.

Hello, Zane. Welcome to
Eureka. Good to see you, Sam.

Right back at you, doc.

So we got one brainiac at the
standard recruitment rate, 25,000.

Whoa. 25,000 for this guy?

For 30, I'll throw in
dinner and a movie,

but I won't go past second base.

I'm not that kind of boy.

I'll give you a check
this afternoon.

Be a sweetheart and make it cash,
would you? And throw in some singles.

I'm chasing down
a paleontologist in Vegas.

Whoa, who's this guy,
and how do I get his job?

Sam lovejoy, global
dynamics talent scout.

Hey. I'm the guy who assembled

this dream team of
intellectual prowess.

So you're the guy I can blame
for all the crap I have to deal with.

Hey, I just find them. What you do
with them after that is not my domain.

He's all yours, sheriff.

Don't want him.

Well, you got him.
Allison, just...

Technically, he's still a prisoner,
Carter. He's your responsibility.

Until when?

Until you think
he can be trusted.

So, what do you do
for fun in this town?

Obsession with firearms can be a
sign of unfulfilled sexual appetite.

I'm not saying that's you.

But if it is,
I'm at your service.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Carter: No, no, Jo!

Jo! Don't shoot the
prisoner. Don't. Just...

How about I just wing him?

No, down. Allison
wants him at g.D. Alive.

Better use these, then.

Huh. Bracelets.

They're geodetic
coordinate transceivers.

They'll show his
location within one meter,

and if he tries to run, it's
also got a restraint field.

An emerging graviton
field generator? Very cool.

If he tries to escape,
hit the button.

What button?

Got a button.

Carter!

Give me that.

Arm.

Where we going? Just go.

At least you know it works.

Your doctoral thesis was on
the origins of the universe, right?

First one. Hey, is
this the new kid?

Who you calling kid, Spartacus?

Ooh, cocky. I like him.

You would. I have
something to show you.

Zane: Holy crap.
You actually built it?

What exactly did we build?

A chaotic inflation device.

It will recreate
the origin singularity

in this observable
containment field.

The big bang.

Supercritical ignition will take place
24 hours after we start the device.

And if it works,

it will show us the first
moments of the universe.

And potentially rewrite every
cosmological theory we know.

I don't mean to be
a wet blanket,

but won't that
blow up the planet?

Wow, we didn't think of that.
Good thing you're here, Carter.

But seriously, this thing's gonna
pump out a ton of Hawking radiation,

and then it's gonna
go supernova.

So please tell me
you have a plan.

You can just shut it off, right?

Well, actually, no.
Once induction is started,

it's essentially
a runaway cyclotron bomb.

That's a bad plan.

Relax. We have four generators
creating a layered particle field

that will contain the explosion.

And one of us... heads.

Me, will be in the lab
continuously to adjust the field.

And as long as the current
density doesn't go below 200,

the field will hold.

Hey. Zane!

I'm just checking the levels
on your containment field.

No. Carter! It's okay.

We want Zane to feel
comfortable. He's part of the team.

Thanks, Dr. Blake.
I really appreciate that.

I don't know about the rest
of the team, but I'm starving.

Zane: So what's for lunch?

When the device ignites, the
field needs to be at full strength.

So let's go through the
containment protocols again.

Got them right here. It'll hold.

Well, I don't want
to take any risks.

Scientific leaps require risk.
That's why g.D. Is here.

To pull together great
minds so we can take risks.

Well, those self-esteem classes
are really helping out, Nathan.

We got a great team. We”...

This is as safe
as you're gonna get.

Here's to scientific leaps

and the beginning
of the universe.

Vincent, baby, give me a
bird on a raft, keep off the grass

and pin a Rose to it, will you?

Chicken on toast,
onion, no lettuce. Sheriff?

Hey, Vince, give me
two breasts, all wet.

Uh, the...

Just chicken on a plate.
Two chickens on a plate.

How's our boy doing, sheriff?

He's behaving.

Best ones are always wild,
like a porcini mushroom.

Tough sometimes, sure, but
that's what gives this town flavor.

I was that way once.
Ah, gracias.

Do you miss it? Sure.

These are my people, my peeps!

I've been to every state of the
union, and this is the only town I fit in.

This is my family. You know,

I happen to have a knack of
finding new members of that family.

Well, if you could find a member
without a felony record next time,

that would be just super.

Thanks, Vince.

Where's he going?

What the hell?
I was getting napkins.

Sorry! My bad.

I'm not eating that.

What? It's chicken.

Do you know how
chickens are raised?

Well, don't. Just let
me enjoy my meal.

Jammed together in a
windowless warehouse,

wading in feces until

they get decapitated
or pecked to death.

When you eat that chicken,
you're eating all that hate.

Come on. I have
to sleep in here?

At least you're not wading
in your own feces.

G.d. Has an apartment for
you, but you're a criminal.

You don't deserve it yet.

You may think I'm a criminal,
but my mom loves me,

and she wouldn't appreciate
you insulting her boy.

Uh—huh. Enjoy your stay, and
don't bother. It's un—pickable.

Ithaca lock company.
Sloped tumblers. Nice.

Can I at least watch TV?

The mariners are
playing the Yankees.

Sure, sure. It's gonna
be a good game.

No pay channels.

Right.

Henry: Current density stable.

Three hundred ninety
electro—volts.

In 24 hours, we'll get to
see how the universe began.

Any historic words?

Let's light this candle.

Sarah: Are you sure
you want to do that, Jack?

Didn't have anylunch.

Pork rinds have
over 960 milligrams...

What... no... I didn't have...
Of sodium per serving.

All right.

You know what? New rule.

No one's allowed to say
anything about what I eat.

Whatever you say, Jack.

I can hear you judging me.

Zoe?

Oh, hey. What's up?

You know, you and your
job can be really annoying.

Yeah. Tell me about it.

You know, Jasper Cole was
gonna ask me out, but he didn't.

Because of you.

Yeah, that's right, Zoe. I'm
controlling him with my mind.

No, because you're the sheriff
and I'm the sheriff's daughter,

and I have this big fat
label right across my head.

That's all anyone sees.

I hope you're happy.

Honestly, if you being the sheriff's daughter
keeps you date-free for a couple months,

then... months?

Or years. Then,
yeah, I'm pretty happy.

Oh, Zoe...

"Oh, how are you, dad?"

"Oh, I'm pretty good.
Yeah, no, pretty good, yeah."

That's right.

Right?

Oh, hey.

Morning. You want
some breakfast?

How...

This panini press makes
rocking quesadillas.

Who... magic of the Internet.

This works like
a wireless keyboard.

The ir signal talks to the
receiver on your computer.

It took some curve—balling getting
the number pad to navigate the web,

but I've had delivery guys flying
in and out of here all morning.

Give me that. Give it to me.

You're sending
all this stuff back.

The restocking fee
is gonna be killer.

Who paid for all this?

Yeah, about that.

You really shouldn't leave
credit card info on your hard drive.

That's just poor security.

Oh, my god.

Watch him.

On the upside, I got them
to raise your credit limit.

Yeah, you're welcome!

Oh, don't even try it, okay? You
may get to him, but you won't get to me.

Jo Lupo? Yeah?

I got 19 boxes
from Liza's lingerie.

And can I just say, god bless.

I had to guess the size.

You should really
try everything on.

I'll make popcorn.

Hey, Henry. Henry: Hey!

You don't really
need him, do you?

I don't know.

Who?

Zane Donovan.

You can find some other
particle physicist, right?

Maybe somebody
without a felony record?

I suppose so.

You've got to go tell Allison so
that I can take him back to the feds

and start rebuilding
my credit score.

Okay. Great.

What you doing?

Watching.

That looks bad.

Shouldn't you be watching
this instead of that?

Ah! This is funnier.

Didn't you say that if we were
below 200, we were in trouble?

Yeah. Okay.

Hey! I was watching that!

Am I wrong? Shouldn't we
make these numbers go up?

Maybe that'll help.

Maybe?

Henry: See ya.

He wasn't acting like Henry. He couldn't
even remember what he told me yesterday.

And where the hell is stark?

I don't know.

Well, you were all saying how
dangerous this experiment is.

What happens if Henry's asleep at the
switch when the big bang goes boom?

Huh?

It's bad, isn't it?

Yeah.

Do my shoes match my dress?

What?

Just look at me for a second.

Wait, wait. No, I'm sorry.

No, it's...

How do you feel?

Um... hungry.

Do you feel like
you're thinking clearly?

What was the question?

You've got to be kidding me.

You've got to focus for me,
okay? You gotta get on your phone,

and you're gonna have
to call a meeting of experts.

Good, good. Oh, wait.
A meeting with who?

Anyone who is involved in that
experiment that's gonna explode

if you don't keep an eye on it.

Yeah. Right.

Oh, wait! Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Do I need to push nine first?

Carter, I'm kind of busy. I can't come
running up here every time you call.

Oh, thank god, you're normal.

I was starting to think I was
the smartest one in the building.

We got a major problem.

People are regressing.
They're starting to act dumb.

Dumb? Yeah.

So what's protocol?
What do we do?

Only one thing we can do.

Pull my finger.

Okay, what do you
mean they're stupid?

I mean stupid.
Like... stupid. Stupid.

Carter, you can't catch stupid.

This may be my favorite
conversation of all time.

Look, something happened to Allison
and Henry and stark and who knows else.

It happened right in the middle
of that chaotic inflation thing.

Wait, you left that thing running
without anyone watching it?

We got it covered. Sort of.

Sort of? You've got to clear out
that building before that thing blows.

It could take out
the whole facility.

Look, don't worry about it,
all right? We'll fix it.

What? We always fix it.

We don't always fix it.

Henry does it sometimes,
or stark, or Allison.

I'm just saying we usually
have smart people to lean on.

Hey, I'm smart.
I'm plenty smart!

I mean science smart.

Don't get snappy.

Okay, you're coming to g.D.

No, I'm not touching
that experiment.

If I start pushing buttons, I could
accelerate the decay of that field.

Then we need the guys
who designed the machine.

Okay, you said they're all dumb.

Then we need to figure out why.

Let's start with a list of all the
people who have been affected.

How are you feeling?

You feel dumb?

No. You?

How could you tell?

It might be just affecting
the people at g.D.

I'll head up there. You
pull the evacuation plans.

You should help.

How are you holding up?
Well, people keep calling,

and I'm making a list
of scientists for you.

Okay, here it is.

Everybody on this list works
for a different department at g.D.

What do they have in common?

Well, they all work here.

Thank you. Yes. Very helpful.

Have you shut down
all the dangerous projects?

No, but that's a good
idea. I'll write that down.

No! No! No! I'll do it.
I'm the head of global.

Okay, I know. I know.

Just listen. I... look, I
pulled all the manuals from

The chaotic thingy, and...

Vveh, idont
understand any of it.

We're gonna figure
this out. I promise.

I'm scared.

I feel like I'm
losing myself, and...

Why don't you stay here? Just
sit down, and you stay at work.

And, I'll go find a
doctor. A normal doctor.

Okay? We're gonna sort this out.

I hope.

Excuse me? Are you dumb?

Huh? Sorry.

What's the square root of 3,006?

Don't know. Apologies.

You know, I was never any
good at combinatoric math,

but if you threw me a couple of chomsky
nominal form equations, I'm your gal.

Great! There's a dumb
virus going around,

and you're gonna help me
figure out what's causing it.

A dumb virus?

Oh! Yeah.

Wish I could, but,
see, I'm a vet, and

if you brought me a marmoset with cognitive
decline, I'd be happy to help, but...

No, I don't work on people.

Today you do. No.

Oh, you don't want
me to. It's not good.

You're wearing one of my
presents under there, aren't you?

Come on, you can tell me.

Okay, I deserved that.

This is nice work.

How did you get enough phase
power for the field in the biometric lock?

Redox battery?

No, it's a nano—titanite cell.

Sweet.

How do you keep the
amp load from shorting out?

It's a dielectric waveguide.

Nice.

Hey, do you have the specs
on that chaotic inflation test?

Why?

Why don't you let me take a look
at the containment structure for you?

And if I'm helping you,
maybe you can help me.

And here it comes.

There's only one thing
I want from you, jojo.

A sandwich.

Yeah, the Geneva conventions
state that I get a sandwich for lunch.

And you'll read this.

And help.

Yeah.

Marco! Marco!

Marco! Marco!

Marco! Marco!

Marco! Marco!

Marco! Marco!

Polo. One of you says Polo.
The game is Marco Polo.

Come on.

Polo! Polo!

Polo! Polo!

Tell me you found something.

Well, I'm not sure because
this really isn't my field.

However, everybody I've tested

seems to have a
critically low level of gaba.

I didn't know I had any gaba.

Gamma-aminobutyric acid.
It's a neurotransmitter.

Okay, and if you don't have
enough, it lowers intelligence?

It could. Yeah.

Critically reduced levels cause
Alzheimer's disease in monkeys.

Okay, so where's it coming from?

Air conditioning, water coolers?

I have no idea,
and our neuropharmacologist

is currently playing candy land.

Okay.

Gather everyone you can
who's still thinking straight.

Meet me in the
conference room, fast.

Conference room.

All right, we got a botanist, a math
theorist, a chemist, a nutritionist

and a lepipotamus.

Lepidopterist.

Butterflies.

Fantastic.

All right, everyone. If
you want to gather around.

I trust you've been briefed.

Now, you all know that the big bang
device is in danger of melting down

and the people who built it
are incapacitated.

So, who do we have who
can help with this experiment?

Yeah, you know,
it's not their field.

We need a physicist or
maybe a molecular theorist.

Right. We've got
a room full of geniuses,

and all we can do is eradicate
plant rot and do triage on a butterfly.

Let's switch gears.

All right. What we have to do is
cure someone who can help us.

If we can find out what's
knocking down the gaba,

then maybe we can
reverse the mental decline.

Right? So, who can help
with that? Anyone?

The gaba knockdown.

You. What do you do?

Epigeneticist.

The butyric acid cycle could be
affected by any number of factors.

Enzyme overgrowth,
radiation exposure, a virus.

Whoa, radiation can cause this?

If it disrupts
the trna synthetase.

Okay, well, the chaotic thing
was pumping out a lot of radiation.

No, no, I don't think so.

I've done studies with
radiation on animals before,

and that device would have to
be tuned to a precise wavelength

in order to cause this effect.

What if somebody was
tuning it on purpose?

Well, it's possible.

They'd have to know big bang
nucleo-synthesis and string theory.

Yeah.

Well, I have a guy in myjail cell
who might know all of those things,

and he'd think it was pretty hilarious
to turn everyone at g.D. Into a moron.

All right, you just work on
curing Allison and all of the others.

Any of you with a medical
background, you go with Dr. Glenn.

The rest of you,

start learning physics.

Jo over phone: Carter,
we've got a problem.

Carter: Tell me about it.

No, it's about Zane.

Are you sure
you locked the cell?

Of course I locked the cell.

Well, we got to find him.

Well, we could
track him with these.

Or even better.

He got out of the bracelet.

How?

By mistake, I may have
told him how to hack the lock.

All right, thanks, sergeant.

The state police are on every
road out of town. They'll find him.

No, they won't. He's good.
He knows how to hide.

Yeah, well, we've got
the g.D. Computer.

It's running probabilities
for any escape route.

Every phone call he's ever
made, every map he's downloaded.

No one in this world knows
Zane better than this computer.

Someone might.

That's awesome.

I know.

Hey, where is everybody?

Oh, Carter had me send them home.
Something about a, um, chaotic...

Oh, something or other.

Is it that thing I helped build?

Yeah. I remember
something like that.

You okay? Not even.

Can't keep a thought in my
head for, like, 10 seconds.

My car's busted. Nothing to do.

It's bunk.

Still the smartest guy I know.

Not saying much.

What if this doesn't get better?

I guess we'll just
be dumb together.

Now breaking and entering
is just a bad idea.

Well, I must say, I'm impressed.

What did you do? Refocus some
of your satellites to pick me up?

Figured 50 miles from
Eureka was far enough.

No. You vacationed here
when you were 10.

I figure it's off
the main roads.

Place to hide out
for a couple of days first.

Well, I guess my FBI file is
more detailed than I thought.

It's not in yourfile.

Well, then that computer of yours must
have an amazing predictive algorithm.

Didn't use the computer.

I called your mother.

You called my mother?

I need to know what you did.

Okay. You were right.

That cell has a damn good lock.

I had to order a new master
key off of the ithaca lock website.

They run a pretty tight ship.

I had to give them your social
security number and everything.

That's not
what I'm talking about.

What did you do to the
big bang experiment?

What are you talking...

What did you do
to make everyone stupid?

Whoa! Whoa! That's crazy.

All right, look. This
isn't a joke anymore.

Okay? This is serious. I need
those people back on their game.

You think I would
intentionally mess up that experiment?

Yeah, and I'm running
out of options.

Well, I wouldn't.
Because it's beautiful.

If that thing up there works, it
could change the laws of physics.

Then why are you
running from it?

As I see it, there
are two sides to this.

Either you're with me,
or you're against me.

It's your problem.
Why should I help?

Because if you'd stop being a selfish
jackass for more than five seconds,

you might discover that you
could be a part of something.

A community.

What makes you think I give a
crap about finding a community?

Because we all do, and you're
smart enough to know that.

He's just
standing there. He's thinking.

Well, he doesn't look like
he's thinking. He looks sick.

That's because containment's
down to 14 percent.

When that chaotic device
blows, that field's gonna fail.

Well, you've got 43 minutes to
figure out a way to make it stronger.

Yeah, so figure it out.

Allison: And the answer is?

Clear the building. Anyone
who's still here, get them out.

Carter: Zane, nonessential
personnel are gone.

Focus, all right? You're
one of the top guys here.

You not only won the
spadaro foundation award,

but they don't even bother
to give it out anymore.

Yeah, they stopped giving it out because
someone stole all of Mrs. Spadaro's money.

They hacked her system.

Even I couldn't find how.

If I couldn't help her,
I can't help you.

It would take me 18 hours
to rebuild that thing.

And if it blows
without containment,

it'll cut right through the metal
shielding and gut the building.

Well, you're all we've got.

So could you bring
in more shielding?

Oh! Oh! That's good!

It would take at least 100 tons
of metallic hydrogen sheets.

That's not good. Well, how about

another field around the field, or
double it, or reinforce it with something?

Oh! Duct tape.

Yeah, like duct tape.

It's a layered particle field.

The only way to reinforce it is
with another layered particle field.

Keep going.

Like an emergent graviton field.

The bracelets.
They're in the car.

Go! I'll crack
the control circuits.

Well, so does that
mean we're good?

Zane: All right, we're gonna build a
second force field to contain this one.

Now, I need binned gradients
and a way into the aiming circuit.

Female voice: Danger.
Containment levels critical.

Guys! This is where
you say something.

I think it was... red.

Or red—like!

Yeah. Definitely. Fantastic.

Nathan: Found it! Awesome.

Nathan: Yeah!
Zane: We're in business.

Touchdown! Got 'em.

Oh, how much time do we have?

Not much. Not helping!

Well, what else
do we have to do?

The bracelets generate a
bubble of charged gravitons.

If I can Jack into the aiming
circuit and get the timing right,

I might reinforce the field long
enough to contain the explosion.

I have not a
clue about anything you just said.

He's gonna contain it.

What? I'm sorry, Jack.

I just realized this is how
you must feel all the time.

Thank you, Henry. Very kind.

Carter: Zane, you want
to turn on that extra shield?

Zane: No, I've got
to time it right.

I over—cranked the
snot out of this thing.

The field will only last
three seconds.

Not yet. Not yet!

Don't let me die
in this crap town.

Now!

So that's what all
the fuss was about?

Are you kidding?
It's the big bang.

The beginning of the beginning.

This data's gonna keep
physicists busy for 50 years.

It kind of looks like
a scoop of rainbow sherbet.

I think it's pretty.

Mmm. Not as pretty as you.

Oh, that's so sweet.

How are you feeling?

Kind of hungry.

The machine's off, so why's
everybody still acting like a moron?

Because the experiment
wasn't the cause.

Are you sure?

The experiment produced
Hawking radiation.

All of these tests prove that
doesn't affect brain tissue.

So what's causing this?

I don't know.

And I don't know how to
reverse it. So what do we do now?

We don't give up.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey, Henry.

Yeah. Hey.

I called the CDC and the
nih. They're on their way.

Good! What are those?

The CDC is the center
for disease control.

And the nih is the national
something of health and...

Anyway, Dr. Glenn
is going to be taking all

the affected people
to g.D. For some tests.

You're a real good friend, Jack.

I just...

I just feel bad 'cause I
keep things from you.

Oh, what are you talking about?

The Beverly stuff. You know...

What she did to Kim.

Henry, what did
Beverly do to Kim?

Maybe you could find out.

I mean, you're really good
at that stuff.

Yeah. Yeah, sure. Sure, sure.

Wow, that's cool. Can I try?

Oh, yeah. Here.

Wow. Stay with me.

We're talking about Kim?

You can
have a turn right after me.

Henry.

Sheriff, sheriff.
Come here, come here.

Yeah. Hey, oh, Sam. Good, we
could use a boost of brain power.

Meet my latest and greatest.
Madame ofenskaya.

Charmed. Nice to meet you.

She's Pittsburgh's
best astrologer.

Slap her to a telescope, you'll
be talking to aliens by kwanza.

Don't you mean astronomer?

What's the difference?

Oh, crap. Well, you can
get in line for the yo-yo.

Well, Sam's got it, and he didn't
go anywhere near that experiment.

Right.

Hey, Vincent, can I get
another chicken San?

That was delish.

Oh, sorry. We're fresh out.

Vince, you can order some more.

Really? From where?

From right there.

Oh, hey.

You are smart.

Yeah.

And you're not.

And he's not.

Man, let me yo.

I want to.

No, no, I'm gonna yo.
Okay, okay. Wait, wait.

Henry, did you have some
tasty chicken yesterday?

Sure, we all did.

Right. I didn't.
Neither did Zane.

I'm a vegetarian.

Woman: Oh, please. Sheriff,
that sounds kind of nutty.

Carter: Maybe, but everybody
who was affected had your chicken.

Do you use growth hormones,
tetracycline, nafcillin?

My chicken is
completely organic.

Right. Okay. Maybe
something's getting into their feed.

Ineed to see your livestock.

Where's the rest of
them? He's the only one.

Took me seven years
of somatic cell—transfer

and DNA stripping
to make Chester.

He's a clone? Tsk, tsk, tsk.

He has ears, you know.

Little Rhode Island red,
mix in some golden montazah,

a dash of leghorn,
and he's the perfect bird.

Aren't you, Chester?
Yes, you are.

If you only have...

If you only have one chicken, then
where does the meat come from?

Oh, this may be the
grossest thing I've ever seen.

Where do you think
chicken comes from, sheriff?

From chickens.

Chickens that have been
murdered, but not anymore.

The avian holocaust
is over, my friend.

So you're growing independent
parts from stem cells?

It's a breakthrough. I used
to clone the whole chicken.

Now I just grow the
parts people want to eat,

so I don't have
to kill anything.

Well, if you're growing
meat with no brain

then is it safe?

It's perfectly safe.
It's organic.

And with my new grow lights,
five times as productive.

I just installed them.

Maybe your grow lights are
making the meat five times as stupid.

So, disconnected
from the neural net,

the only way you can make
these pieces of meat grow

is if you flood it
with bicuculline.

Yes, but that's organic.

It's a plant extract. The grow
lights enhance the process.

But it's also a gaba blocker.

Gaba? Hey! Yes.

It's depressing
the gaba production,

and it's causing
the cognitive decline.

Oh, my god.

I had no idea.

Do we have to tell Chester?

He'll be so ashamed.

That'll do it?

The sulfonate should
flush out the bicuculline

and bring the gaba back
into balance. Maybe.

What?
Well, why wouldn't it work?

Because I'm winging it here.

Maybe is the best
you're going to get.

I'm gonna be okay.

I have to go first.

They're my people.

Well, don't worry about it.

She's very smart.

It'll work.

Okay, this might hurt
just a little bit.

I'm actually not very good with people.
I'm used to giving shots to mangabeys.

What's a mangabey?

No idea.

Hold on. There, good.

You know, as scary
as it was being dumb,

it was also kind of liberating.

Speak for yourself.

What? You found nothing
positive in the experience?

Maybe one thing.

So, all the facts of the
world at your fingertips again?

Either that's very profound,
or you're badly brain-damaged.

Zane: Hey. Hey!

What's the project status?

Well, everyone at g.D. Wants
to get their hands on the data.

Big bang whores,
every one of 'em.

Well, they'll have to wait. You get
first crack at it, after Nathan, of course.

Thanks.

If the two of you will excuse me, I
have a whole building full of people

who are behind on their work,
starting with those two.

And you can get going as soon as

Carter thinks that you're
ready to be on your own.

So, any idea when that might be?

When you're too old to run.

No, go. Find the
secrets to the universe.

I think I'm gonna get some pie.

Vince, can I get a slice of pie?

Sure. Zane: Wait a minute.

I keep one bomb from exploding,
and you think you can trust me?

No, it wasn't that.

It was Mrs. Spadaro.

Turns out she's giving
her award again this year

because someone made an
anonymous gift to her foundation

of $3.1 million.

You gonna turn me in?

There's a federal statute protecting the
anonymity of charitable donations, so...

Mrs. Spadaro's money is safe.

Thanks, Vince. Yup.

Thanks. I guess
you want these back.

I'm sure you'll find
some use for them.

Thanks.

The ballet.

What?

Take her to the ballet.

But if you get out ofline, I will
make those cuffs permanent.

Thanks for the tip.

That's all right.

You okay?

I'm 16, my parents are divorced

and I live in the weirdest
small town on earth.

Yeah, you know, I'm awesome.

And don't forget, you're
also the sheriff's daughter.

Oh, yeah, thanks
for reminding me.

Honey.

People use labels
to make their life easier.

You know, which is fine,
but you define who you are.

You have to break
people's expectations.

Oh, my god, that's Jasper.

That's cute? Yeah.

Okay, you know what?

It's time to break expectations.

No, that's not what I meant.

Hey, Jasper.

So that's your dad.

Yeah, but he's totally cool
with me going, if you still want to.

To my parents' lake house
for the weekend? Sweet.

I mean, if you still want to go.

Oh, my god, yeah.
I mean, I'm so there.

Carter: You're not.

Jasper?

Yeah, sheriff? I'm watching you.

He's not being serious.