All language subtitles for Eureka S2 E09

Henry: Previously on Eureka.

Henry, sorry about Kim.

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

Don't. It wasn't your fault.

I wish I could be
certain of that.

I am.

Henry: You're a real
good friend, Jack.

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

What're you talking about?
The Beverly stuff.

Henry: What she did to Kim.

What did Beverly do to Kim?

So you think you can put
this tragedy behind you?

Henry: Never.

But I can be motivated by it.

No more than 18 inches
from the curb.

Dad. Parallel to the sidewalk.

Dad, I have my license.
You got it?

We've done this a
million times. Careful.

Yeah, and we're going
to do it a million times more

before you could go
anywhere without me.

All right, turn it off.

Who knew there was a
downside to winning a car?

Yeah, that's me. Your
downside. Pop the trunk.

Hey, Henry!

Hey, I was gonna come
and see you today and say hi.

And make sure I wasn't stupid.

Makes me sleep better.

Well, I'm fine. Thanks.

You said something the other
day when you weren't yourself.

Something about Kim.

Huh.

And what Beverly did to her.

You thought that
I should check it out.

Did I say that?

Henry, if what
you said was true,

if Kim's death
wasn't an accident...

Jack. If someone's responsible,

I promise you...
I wasn't myself.

But thanks for checking up.

Callie: There's no
curbside service, you know.

Hey, Callie.

Hey, Jack.

Want those cleaned? Come on.
We'll get you sorted out.

Just a regular clean and a...

Light starch. I know.

You know, you'd be surprised how
much you can find out about a person

from their dry cleaning.

You are a strong, crisp
appearance with a soft, flexible feel.

I think that's a compliment.

In a town full of
Max starch and creases,

trust me, it's
a pleasure to do you.

I mean, clean your uniform.

Yeah, right.

Oh, hey, give me your arm.

Callie: Somebody had
a breakfast burrito.

Yeah, with ketchup.
With ketchup.

There you go.

Ancient Chinese secret?

I'll never tell.

So, are you doing anything
special to celebrate?

Celebrate cleaning my pants?

It's your anniversary.

One year in Eureka. It
says so right here in your file.

Oh, wow.

Thanks for remembering.
That's sweet.

You know, I figure everyone around
here is so focused on the future,

some of us need to live
in the present, right?

Yup, you're right.

Well, I'll see you
tomorrow. Mmm-hmm.

Hey! Hey! Do you
know what today is?

Oh, self-adjusting volume.

Oh, right. Guess what today is.

Make your kid
your chauffeur day.

Oh, you know the deal. You gotta
get above a b plus in everything

before you get to fly solo.

And what was your
high school gpa?

Well, you know, ihadissues.

Hey, Jo, what's up?

Yeah. Yeah. I'll be right there.

All right. Drop me off
at the pharmacy.

Yes, miss Daisy.

All right. All right, I'll walk.

It's just a block.

You go straight to school.

Wait, by myself?

Yeah.

I had a 2.8. Oh.

I'm cutting you some slack
for the genetic handicap.

But look at me. You go no
stops, no music, no friends,

no cell phone. You
got it? No problem.

Okay, look,
I'm checking my mirrors.

Good. Yes.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Carter: Has the pharmacy
been broken into before?

Pharmacist: Nope.
And I've been here 15 years.

Wow!

I know. Most people don't
even lock their doors.

No, I mean this.

Pharmacist: Oh, that was
developed years ago.

Still too expensive
for mass production.

Eureka has its perks.

You know, if one day you
could just get me up to speed,

that would be great.

So what was taken?

Polyethylene glycol.

Let me guess. Permanent
sun block, instant cavity—filler?

We keep those up front.

Jo: Where was the glycol stored?

Pharmacist: Outside here
with the rest of the shipment.

That camera work?

Twenty—four hours a day.

Okay. We're gonna take a look
at the footage from last night.

Anything else missing?
Cash? Drugs?

Cure for cancer?

Not a darn thing.

Zoe, my damsel in shining
armor. Can I get a lift?

Sorry, Jasper.
I promised my dad.

Come on, it's two miles to
school. I'm a knight in distress here.

So, you're saying
it makes nothing?

No, I'm saying that
it makes everything.

Polyethylene glycol is a base.

It's in shampoo,
it's in motor oil.

It was probably in the syrup that
you put on your pancakes this morning.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm
doing the no-carbs thing,

which I think is working.

Okay, Carter, I have
a real emergency

in section four, and I can't...

Emergencies are my specialty.

Great. Are you
a lunar geologist?

Yeah.

Is something wrong
with the moon?

Just the pieces of it
that we have here.

Oh, you have moon rocks here?

That's... I saw a
bunch when I was a kid.

My dad drove me all the
way to menlo park just to see...

Fake ones. Nathan,
that's classified information.

What? He's
a big enough boy, now.

He should know the truth.

Come on.

I had my nose pressed up against
the glass just like every other kid,

and you're telling me
those things are just...

Nathan: Gravel.

Do you really think we'd let something
extraterrestrial out in the public?

Yes.

Oh, stop it. There's
no such thing as...

Kryptonite!

I told you he was
a big enough boy.

Allison: Those are
the original moon rocks,

but they didn't always
look like this.

A few days ago, their molecular
structure began to change.

Radioactive crystals
started to form.

Forty years of
nothing, now this.

Tell him the scary part.

That's not the scary part?

We have two tons of them.

Nathan: So if you'll stop pressing
your nose up against our glass,

we might be able to figure
out whether or not they're alive.

That's awesome.

Satellite radio, Eureka style.

You've got, like,
1,000 channels.

Okay, my dad told me
it's a distraction.

Okay. A big truck? Distraction.

Your dad.
Definitely a distraction.

Me? Totally harmless.

You okay?

What the hell was that?

There's nothing here.

Like my dad's gonna
believe that.

I was paying attention.

Yeah. Tell that
to your front axle.

You really did a number on this.

I mean, it felt
like I hit something.

You did hit something.

How many times have I told you?

Keep your eyes on the
road at all times. Keep...

If you don't believe me,
then just ask Jasper.

There was someone else
in this car with you?

That's not why... I told you.
No friends, no distractions.

That is why you
didn't see what you hit.

School only, until I say
othennise, all right?

And it just got
bumped up to a 4.0.

Heard you had an accident.
What did you hit?

Nothing! Will everyone just stop
interrogating me on this, please?

Okay. We've got a call.

All right, get in the Jeep.
I'll give you a ride to school.

And the car stays here.

Let's hope this one's more exciting
than someone stealing shampoo.

That is a barking dog, yes.

But what's it barking at?

Who knows? All hours
of the day and night

he just wanders by our house
over there and starts making noise.

Reminds me of my husband.

Ex—husband.

So the dog's not yours?

I'm a cat person.

Yeah. Hey, Jo, check this out.

It's empty.

Jo: From the pharmacy.

Hey, look at this.

What's going on here?

Something extremely dangerous.

It's important to realize how
the slightest change in balance,

even on an atomic level,
can create chaos.

A simple error in
chemical—formula calculation

can cause disastrous volatility.

Would someone please hand
miss Carter the paper towels?

Thank you.

Now, onto our
next unit. Robotics.

Our class will participate in the
annual ro-boxcar grand prix,

the most thrilling event
of the trimester.

So pair off into
two—person teams.

You'll have 24 hours to
design and build a vehicle

that can achieve a sustained
speed of 85 miles per hour

and withstand .90 g's
on the skid pad.

Extra credit for style.

Clearly, Jasper
thinks you're hot

but not smart enough
to be his partner.

In my opinion, he's an idiot.

No one usually asks my opinion.

Mr. Hall: Does
everyone have a partner?

Girl: Uh—huh.

Well, it looks like
we're stuck together.

Welcome to my world.

It's quiet, but it has
its advantages.

Like what?

Kidding. No advantages.

I'm Zoe.

I know. I'm Lucas.

We have three classes together.

Really?

Story of my life.

I'm sure you realize
that if you're right,

and if we can figure out why
these rocks have self-altered

their molecular structure,

that you'll be in line
for a second nobel prize.

I'm measuring.

Your wall or the isotope ratios?

First things first. This should
give us some indication.

Electronic voice:
Decontamination sequence complete.

Did you talk to Jack today?

I couldn't avoid it.

But I did get to crush a childhood
memory, so it wasn't all bad.

Did he mention anything
about Kim or the accident?

No. Why would he?

I think I said something while we
were all affected by the gaba blockage.

What kind of thing?

That Kim's death
wasn't an accident.

Knowing Carter, he won't
leave well enough alone.

And, Henry, you said
you had proof

that someone sabotaged the
experiment that killed Kim?

No, I said that I'd found something
that proved you weren't responsible.

Then you need to give it to me.

No, I don't. Henry,
Carter is on to you.

If he gets a hold of it and
turns it over to the government,

you and I will no longer have
access to the artifact data

or Kim's lab ever again.

I need to find out what
really happened to Kim.

We both have things
we're trying to protect.

Believe me, you
don't have a choice.

Pharmacist confirms the
container was stolen from his store,

but not the syringe or that bag.

Huh. All those items are pretty
harmless on their own, but who knows...

What you can do if
you mix them together...

I'll run those things over to
g.D. Just as soon as I kill Zoe.

Her car is gone.

Yeah.

The dry cleaner's! Callie!

Carter: Callie?

Callie?

Hey, you okay? Yeah, I think so.

Something's wrong.
Yeah, come on.

Come on.

I'll give you guys more
information when I have it.

All right. Thank you, sir.

Hey, that was a hell
of a blast. You okay?

What?

What happened?

I don't know. I was just
mixing my formula as usual.

Yeah, is this stuff toxic?

No, I don't keep
anything locked.

Not locked. Toxic!

All right, hey, we're
all clear in here.

Nothing lethal.
It's just a big mess.

Okay. God bless you, too, ed.

Try rubbing them.

In love with him? No.

I'm totally single right now.

Is that better?

A little. Yeah.

And you didn't ask about
my love life, did you?

It's okay. Come on.
Show me what happened.

Okay.

Whoa.

Oh, my god.

It's not exactly fluff and fold.

I have an off—site lab permit.

My cleaning formula's
kind of involved.

Yeah. I gathered.

What happened?

I don't know.

I must have measured
my mixture wrong.

Has anyone been in here?
Is something missing?

No, I don't think so.
It's just me. Why?

Oh, somebody stole
a chemical from the pharmacy.

They might have stolen
something from you, too.

Change up the formula,
cause the explosion.

Well, my ratios
are pretty specific.

If I could get a sample of
what you mixed this morning,

I could give it to Henry.
He could take a look.

One sample coming up.

That's great. Thanks.

Hey. Thank you.

You probably saved
my life today, Jack.

Pure self-interest.
I spill a lot.

Maybe I can help
you out with that.

Let me take you out
for dinner tonight.

Please, it's the least I can do.

Yeah, dinner. I mean
that idea's great, but...

Did you just say cafe
diem at 8:00? Perfect.

Sure. Yeah. It's a date.

A date?

Sorry,
yeah, no. It's not because...

I hope the bad guys can't
fool you that easily.

Yeah.

Carter: Still think those
are e.T.'S moon rocks, huh?

Never rule anything out.

Uh—huh.

You sure you got
time to do this?

Well, I've already figured out what
happened to change these rocks.

They're missing an
element called aluminum—26.

But it will probably take me the rest of
my life to figure out how that happened,

so I might as well support my
local sheriff in the meantime.

Yay. This is Callie's formula and
a sample of what she mixed today,

and this is the stuff
that I found in the woods.

So what did you say was
missing from the moon rocks?

Aluminum—26. A highly
unstable radioactive element.

Wow. Somebody's been
stealing chemicals.

What if they stole that, too?

Well, all things being possible,

these rocks are under 24—hour
surveillance under lock and key.

So once again, the
question becomes "how?"

Besides, extracting al—26
from moon rocks would require

a highly sophisticated process.
You'd have to be especially trained.

You mean like everyone in town?

Gotcha. I'll check it out.
Thanks.

Oh, and one more thing.

I don't suppose by any chance you
towed Zoe's car to your garage today?

No. Yeah, that's
what I was afraid of.

What's going on? I'm
sealing off this chamber.

I just got started.

Well,
we have a bigger problem now.

Traces of radioactive material have
been found throughout the building.

It could have come
from anywhere.

With aluminum—26 isotopes?

Probably happened
during transport.

Well, that's what I thought until
we realized that it's on the move.

W hat? Every time
that we try to contain

the radioactivity, it
escapes, it moves, it hides.

Allison, we are sitting
on two tons of these rocks.

If there's a life form
there, we need to study it.

I would rather err
on the side of caution.

Implying I wouldn't.

Last time something like this
escaped from a lab at g.D.,

it ended up in my son.

So the chassis needs to withstand
at least a g if we want to get an a.

Who cares about the a?
It's about the experience.

What? I thought you were
all about the grades.

Why? Because I fit the stereotype
nerd-slash-geek-slash-loser mold

that hot girls
like you put me into?

No, because I'm all about
the grades and I wanted an a,

and I was hoping that
my partner might, too.

If you say so.

And I'm not hot.

Now you're just fishing
for compliments.

Okay, can we just stick
to the work, please?

Sorry. Didn't mean to distract
you with all the verbal sparring

and the sudden sexual
tension between us.

Please. You are so not my type.

That's what they all say.

Until they fall madly
in love with you?

No. That's what
they all actually say.

Did you find anything
on those tapes?

Nope. I found nothing.

Great, Jo. That's helpful.

No, no, no, I found
nothing. Take a look.

At what? Okay, watch closely.

Jo: Did you get those
boxes? There, see?

Whoa. What was that?

Jo: You mean, "who is that?"

I think we may be looking
for an invisible thief.

Carter: Cafe diem? I've been
looking all over for you. Hey, so...

School related, not social.

Yeah, where's your car?
Where I parked it.

Great. Okay. Give me the keys.

Oh, come on, dad. He's so
not worth breaking grounded for.

No, this isn't about
him. Lucas: Thanks.

This is about what you hit. I
think I know why you didn't see it.

Carter: Hey. Everybody,
just give me a minute.

My car, it's...

Invisible.

Carter: You just hate it
when I'm right, don't you?

Especially when I can't fix it.

Invisibility was abandoned before
anybody could really figure it out.

Well, somebody figured it out.

Fargo: Make way!
National security!

Carter: Fargo.

Just looking at this
could be a federal offense.

Miss Blake needs this car
towed to g.D. Immediately.

Well, can't you just spray it
with some special g.D. Potion

and make it come back?

Invisibility is illegal, Jack.

So whoever's been working
on this is doing it in secret.

You can't reverse what
you don't understand.

Oh, come on. No
spectrum supercharger

or, like, night—vision goggles,
or, like, an infrared mega—thingy?

Actually, there is
an infrared mega-thingy.

Fargo: I realized the infrared
spatial technology developed

for non—x—ray tumor detection might
work on anything with an invisible mass.

Can you see it?

Yeah. Perfectly. We're
all going to need one.

Oh, prototype. Only one exists.

Well, we have to
figure out who did this

before someone discovers
that we broke the treaty.

Well, hold on. I'm
the law in this town.

How can something beihegal

If I don't even know it exists?

G.d. Was working on
invisibility in the late '90s.

At that point, the concept
was only theoretical,

but aluminum—26 was the
key ingredient in the formula.

After 9/11, it was shut down

along with miniaturization
and teleportation.

So how do you explain this?
Henry: Your theory was correct.

Your thefts and
our thefts are related.

Someone's ignoring the ban and using
al—26 extracted from the moon rocks.

So we really are looking
for the invisible man?

Or woman.

In that bag that you found
was a chemical called pce.

Callie curie uses pce
in her dry cleaning formula.

All right. Maybe it
was stolen from her.

Or maybe she's been using her
business as a cover for further experiments

for the past seven years.

She was part of the
original invisibility team.

Hey! Vincentjust came by.
He brought me a cappuccino.

So I asked him to make us baked
Alaska tonight in honor of the explosion.

You don't like baked Alaska?

What have you been doing
in here, Callie?

Getting out those
stubborn stains.

Is there any chance that invisibility
was the key to your success?

What are you talking about?

I know that was the focus of your
research before you started doing this.

Yeah. It was.

And it wasn't healthy.
It was all I had time for.

That's why I started doing this.

I wanted a real life,
normal hours.

Maybe a boyfriend.

When the treaty
shut down your project,

did you start this business so
that you could continue your work?

No. I was relieved
when they shut us down.

It gave me an excuse to get out.

Look, I may have adapted
some of my research,

but it's all perfectly
safe and legal.

So then it was just a coincidence
that the day your lab explodes,

my daughter's car turns
invisible right down the street?

Well, okay. First of all, are you saying
that someone's actually done this?

Because without a large amount
of aluminum—26, that's not possible.

Stolen from the unstable
compounds lab at g.D.,

where you worked
for eight years.

I thought that you were
a better judge of character.

Well, sometimes
I don't like my job.

My g.D. Clearance was revoked
when the treaty was signed,

and I haven't set foot
in that building since.

You don't believe me,
check the security records.

I'm going to need the names of
everybody you worked with on that team.

I've got to check them out.

Fine.

Sometimes I don't
like your job either.

Allison: We have trace
readings of radiation everywhere.

Eighteen locations,
no discernable pattern.

Looks like they're using
the air ducts to travel.

Oh, great. Just what we need.

Airborne intelligent
radioactive life.

From space.

Can we put a bell
on him or something?

Every time we have
a part of it cornered,

it moves like it knows
that we're chasing it.

Right now the levels aren't
harmful, but if they get any higher,

I'm going to have to evacuate
the building. Maybe even the town.

Carter, please tell me that you have
figured out this invisibility problem.

Tell me about frank Phillips.

He's a surveillance specialist.
Why do you need to know?

I'm confirming Callie's list.

What was he before?

D.o.d. Had me put him on the
invisibility team for a short while.

Where is he?

He's a CIA
surveillance specialist.

A spook's spook. An enigma.

He's so private, he won't
even look in a mirror.

You can't tell him I let you in.

Fargo, it's an
official investigation.

Yeah, but if he finds out...

Frank Phillips is
the only member

of the original invisibility
team who still works here.

And the person who stole
aluminum—26 had to have g.D. Access.

They say he killed a man in
Borneo just to watch him die.

I think you've seen
too many spy movies.

Just unlock the door.

What if he's in there?

No one's seen him in two weeks.

Exactly.

What if he's in there invisible with a
poison blowgun from Borneo, waiting?

Just...

Then he'll get you first.

Whoa. The guy's been here for 15
years. You'd think he'd put a picture up.

He might still be here.

You start with his computer.

What? Me?

Well, he's already gonna
kill you for opening the door.

Why risk anyone else?

What's supposed to be in here?

Lincoln would know.

Lincoln...

Lincoln, the poop guy.

Lincoln, the poop guy.

Some offices have a
plant guy. I'm the poop guy.

Not glamorous, but it's work.

I found an empty cage
in frank Phillips' office.

My favorite kind. Yeah?

You have any idea
what was in there?

Mice. Eighteen of them.
Cute white ones.

Not like those rats they feed
all that artificial sweetener to

to see how long it would
take them to explode.

Did you say 18?

That's all of them.

Now I never would have spotted
them without this headgear.

Mind if I keep it? Yes.

You're welcome.

Well, little white mice,
not little green men.

Alien problem solved,
no extra charge.

Nathan: These little guys were the
18 hotspots running around the building.

Radiation poisoning will
kill them within 24 hours.

How did they get
exposed to radiation?

I don't know. Ai—26 works
as a viral pathogen,

but only subcutaneous
exposure is dangerous.

Frank Phillips must have
used the mice as test subjects.

But why would he have made them invisible
if he knew it was going to kill them?

Maybe you don't use ai-26
to make something invisible.

You use it to make
something come back.

He figured out the formula for
invisibility but not the reversal.

Well, he must be
desperate to use al—26.

He's got enough
experience to extract it,

but there's no way he'll find
an answer out there alone.

What's the effect on humans?

Only subjects with direct exposure,
say, through an injection, are at risk.

Or a cut on a hand.

So what can we do?

The invisibility formula
attacks organic cells.

Mice, Carter, Carter's clothes.

Callie's dry cleaning formula
contains tiny microbes

that continue washing
in between cleanings.

Leave it to Eureka.
And what about the car?

Encased in an organic
polymer wrap,

a kind of super skin developed in
the genetics lab to help burn victims.

And, apparently, it's really
good on minor dents and dings.

Henry thinks Carter got exposed
when he cut his hand on the windshield,

and now it's spreading
through his entire body.

Radioactive viral pathogen.

From hell.

Did you check on Zoe?

She's fine. Jo's with
her while you're here.

Okay.

I don't want her to know, okay?

Not until we fix this.

Jack...

Ai—26 radiation, it's
highly toxic to your system,

and if we can't reverse
the process in 24 hours,

we won't be able
to reverse this at all.

So I'll be invisible forever?

Oh, I'll be dead
and invisible forever.

We'll never make it.
We have 15 hours left.

That's the point.

Anyone could figure this out if
they had all the time in the world.

How can you be
so cool about this?

I'm not cool, as you've
repeatedly pointed out.

I just know who I am
and what I'm capable of.

Yeah, well, I know I'll be a
lot happier when Jo gets back

from the hardware store
with those cooling rods.

I think you're
missing the point.

The point?

The point is, if I don't
get straight a's, I don't get to drive.

I'm talking about
the big picture.

You get distracted
by all the crap.

You can't see what's
right in front of you.

Like what?

Like me.

Think of everything you've missed
because you made a snap judgment

and decided that
I wasn't your type.

Oh, please. All I've missed is
you telling me how shallow I am.

And this.

You're not shallow.

You just haven't
explored your depth.

Jo: Whoa, no, no, no.

No exploring on
my watch. We clear?

Callie: So how long
has this been going on?

It started a few hours ago.

We thought maybe you could help.

What's the rate of progression?

Faster than we would like.

Jack?

Allison: He'll be completely
invisible within an hour.

Hi, Callie.

Oh, my god.

If you didn't want to go out to
dinner, you could have just said so.

If you could work with Nathan
stark and Henry Deacon

and help them figure
out how to reverse it.

And if you could tell
us everything you know

about a guy named
frank Phillips.

We called him frank the spook.

Very intense.
Not the warm, fuzzy type.

We know that he was CIA,

but what did he have to do
with the original invisibility team?

The d.O.D. Had us
working with the CIA

on finding a way to make
their operatives truly stealth.

Invisible spies?

We were years away from human
testing, but, yeah, that was the goal.

I think frank the spook may have carried
the ball over the goal line all by himself.

He had the rudimentary
scientific background,

but it's highly unlikely he could
have succeeded on his own.

We need to find him and find
out what he did, or else Carter...

Callie, is there anywhere
he used to talk about?

Some place he used to go?

You know, I ran into him
once near strawberry knoll.

And I remember that he had lots of
supplies with him but no camping gear.

The dog that was barking at
nothing was over by strawberry knoll.

He's going to kill me.
I'm going to die.

Carter: Wrong direction.
Stop sneaking up on me like that!

I'm invisible, Fargo.

Fargo: I thought you were frank.

Come on. The dog was barking
where we found the stolen chemicals.

I'm thinking frank's hideout
has to be somewhere...

Fargo: Jack, look out
for the invisible shed.

Carter: Give me those. Okay.

Carter: That shed's
made out of metal.

Fargo: Maybe it's covered in
the same stuff that was on Zoe's car.

Is that even possible?

Asks the invisible sheriff.

Fargo: What if he's in there?

Carter: There's no one here.

Good. Let's go.
This place is creepy.

Carter: You can see all this?

Fargo: Of course. Remember, the skin
makes the outside of the shed invisible,

not the inside.

At least we have all of his
research. Here. Put these on.

Let's go. Where?

Dogs don't bark at nothing.

Carter: This is where
Zoe had her accident.

Wait, wait, wait. There's
something right there.

What is it?

Carter: It's frank, isn't it?

Unfortunately.

He's dead?

Pretty much.

Zoe hit him.

Somehow, I don't think
it was a car that killed him.

Allison: This is really bad.

Carter's completely gone.
We have to help him.

Nathan: Henry's finishing
the autopsy on frank Phillips.

His radiation level
was beyond lethal.

He was definitely a
corpse before Zoe hit him.

He must have just dropped
dead at the side of the road.

And what about the formula that Carter
found in the shed? Can we reverse it?

Callie's working on it. But unless we
find something in the next few hours...

The radiation exposure will
be just as lethal as frank's.

Yeah. I hate this.

All this technology, and we
can't heal what really matters.

You know what? Let's find Fargo.

Let's get the specs
on Zoe's smart car.

And tell him we need
14 square feet of his skin.

Okay.

Beginning incision.

This is what's invisible.

It's the car's organic wrap.

It's a human skin base,
but it absorbs damage

and it heals much faster
than the human body.

A rather brilliant innovation
if I may say so myself.

Nathan: Well, let's just hope it heals fast
enough to shed the radioactive by-products

once we reverse the
invisibility formula.

Do you think the data that Carter
found in the shed is accurate?

You know I was there,
too, right?

Callie: Frank was close
to figuring it out.

He just had the ratios wrong.

If he'd just told someone about
this, he might have made it through.

Well, people get used
to working alone.

It makes it hard to trust.

So if we're right, his skin should
absorb the reversal formula.

And with any luck,
the radioactivity of ai-26.

Let's do this.

And now you see it.

Fargo: Zoe's car's back,
completely normal

after we applied the invisibility
reversal formula to its organic skin.

Carter: Yeah.

Guys, that's just
great, but help me.

God, my hands are shaking.

Dr. Stark can do it
if you'd like.

No, thank you. I'm the one who
started working on invisibility.

I should be the one
to finish it.

Carter: Guys?

It's not working.

We could try another
piece. Nathan: Wait.

Radiation level's dropping.

Three percent.

Five percent.

Carter: Watch. I'll be
alive, but I'll still be invisible.

Twenty percent.

Nathan: You're going to be fine.

You did it.

We all did it.

Could someone just
finish doing it?

Long night for everyone, I see.

Hey, dad.

Did you hear anything
about my car?

Well, we can see it again. Mmm.

I was afraid
it was gone for good.

You don't know the half of it.

Do I even want to
know why he's in there?

No. Not if you want a good night's
sleep between now and her wedding.

What happened to Casper? Jaspen

Jasper?

Rise and shine, lover boy.

I don't know. I guess I
just saw right through him.

The ro—boxcar looks great.

I'm guessing it's going to be the
only thing I'm driving for a while, huh?

Well, you did break the rules.

But I should have believed you
that the accident wasn't your fault.

So I can take my car out again?

Oh, no, no. But you
can still be my chauffeur.

Mmm.

I suppose we have to
get this to school, huh?

No, there's no hurry.
We finished early.

Impressive.

Yeah. It's nice when you
find someone you click with.

Yeah.

Nathan: Beverly,
Beverly, Beverly.

She planted this near Kim's
computer the day of the accident.

It's a re—calibration device.

It created false readouts as Kim
began the extraction from the artifact.

Which means someone was
willing to kill

to keep us away
from the artifact.

Nathan, I'm gonna
trust you with this.

Check.

Told you you'd be good at this.

I hope you don't mind a shallow,
hot girl wiping the floor with you.

I've been waiting my whole life.

Check.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Everything okay?

Yeah, just had to take care of
something at work. Nothing to worry about.

Vincent: I'll be right with
you. Whoa, Nemo's birthday?

It's for the sheriff. His
one—year anniversary in Eureka.

He has a thing for shrimp.

How appropriate. I can't
believe it's been a year.

Yeah. Seems like 11.

I didn't even remember.

Well, maybe you've been
thinking about something else.

Or maybe I was thinking
about someone else.

Vincent: Ta da!

Carter: Oh, thanks, Vince.

You are very welcome.
Bon appetit.

Callie: Thank you. What is this?

Callie: Happy anniversary, Jack.

Thanks, Callie.

That's...

This is really nice.

I don't know about you,

but I can't remember the last
time that I had a good date.

It's really nice to find
someone you click with, right?

Crap...

Okay, I am beginning to think
that you are doing this on purpose.

Yeah. I'm beginning
to think I should.

Cheers.