All language subtitles for Eureka S3 E11

Lexi: Are you sure they're
gonna have something that fits?

Allison: It's not just a boutique.
It's g.D.'S bio—textile field lab.

Everything from self—fitting
wedding dresses...

To maternity clothes?

It's a growth industry.

So am I. Nothing fits anymore.

Two beautiful mommies.
Invis—apparel, huh?

How'd you guess?

You can beta test
our latest prototype.

Oh, no, no, not me. Just her.

So, I'm the Guinea pig?

Well, second time around,
you get over the feeling fat thing.

I still can't believe
I'm doing this again.

Alone.

Oh, I'm sorry.
You're doing it alone, too.

But by choice.

Duncan is many amazing things,

but the settling—down type
is not one of them.

Sorry. I have to go.

You have fun. Here we are.

Trust me. You're gonna love it.

Jo: Carter, Allison called.

She's got a dispute that she
wants you to deal with at g.D.

Apparently, a couple of
scientists aren't seeing eye-to-eye.

There's a shocker.
Yeah. I'm on my way.

Whoa!

Jo: Carter, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, someone's
just about to get

the mother of all
parking tickets.

You gotta be kidding me.

Hello?

Anyone?

Crappy driver?

Oh, gee. Sorry.

You know, with stores
selling sodas by the gallon,

there really should be more
rest stops along the highway.

Not really my call, but you can't
park your car in the middle of the road.

I didn't. That would be absurd.

Wow! I guess I really had to go.

Yeah. I guess so.

Well, the universe does
things for strange reasons.

But my gut tells me
explaining that to you

could be kind of
a time suck, so...

Ma'am, you sure all you
had to drink was soda?

Are you sure that
you're really a cop?

Yes. I'm a sheriff.

So, please move your car
before I have to cite you.

Okay, fine, but just for the
record, I didn't leave it there.

No, it probably
magically parked itself.

Well, you know, stuff happens.

Most people just ignore it.

You don't, by any chance, need
directions out of town, do you?

I don't need anything,
thank you very much.

Have... have a nice day.

Hmm.

Allison: Took
you long enough, Carter.

There is someone
who is driving me crazy.

Let me guess, a blonde chick
in desperate need of a rest stop.

What? No. Him. Mary—beth: This
is my lab. You have absolutely no right.

Mary—beth, you're standing
in the way of science.

I am standing in
the way of an idiot.

Allison: Dr. Murray Drechmeyer.

He is a brilliant
theoretical physicist,

but lately,
he has veered off track.

Drechmeyer: Sticks and stones,
mary—beth. Sticks and stones.

He seems to believe that he has
discovered a paranormal disturbance.

He has locked his partner
out of the lab

and suspended all progress
on their project

while he protects his discovery.

Please just get them
back to work.

I need their research
for something urgent.

Get it down!
Carter: Dr. Drechmeyer.

How's it going? Whoa,
finally! A man with a gun.

Don't be afraid to use it.

Look, there's
plenty of time for that later.

This is more important.
Uh, this?

The tirds? Look at them!

I'll bite.

Thermal imaging
reactive displacement.

I've never seen
levels like this.

This could be the
first documented case

of signals from
the spirit world.

Or the end of our funding.
Take your pick.

We can write our own
ticket once we prove

the other side really exists!

I am in the middle of an
important magnetic field test.

Which could scare them all
away if you don't stop it.

Uh, enough.

Murray, you're gonna have
to let her back into the lab.

And

you're gonna have to look
for your ghost some place else.

Something's happening, sheriff.

If someone on the other side
is trying to communicate,

how can I just ignore them?

Okay, Jo, check it out.

Pregnant.

Not pregnant.

Pregnant.

Invis—apparel
sure can hide the goods.

Uh, so the baby's father
is Duncan, right?

Mmm-hmm.

Works for the world
health organization?

Yep. Saving the world, one
malaria—ridden tsetse fly at a time.

Does he know that you're here?

No. And before you judge, we were
only together a couple of months.

And I'm not sure
he's the baby—having type.

Now's your chance
to find out. The, uh...

Lex?

Duncan?

Vincent: May I help you, miss?

Extra large diet, easy ice, and
you do have a bathroom? Okay.

Uh, right through
there. Okay, thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey, hon!

I really wish
you wouldn't do that.

What? Say hi?

Not you. Him.

Sheriff.

Just in time. For what?

Spiritual event, right here.

My tird meter is going wild!

Hey, so is mine.

He's
scaring people. Do something!

Yeah, sure. Murray, why don't
you take a seat for a second, okay?

Listen, you gotta stop with
all these commotions, okay?

Okay, did anyone just see that?

Okay, what's going on?
Drechmeyer: My meter is spiking.

It's starting!

What is this, an
earthquake? It's the tirds.

They're manifesting.

Duck! Everybody down!

Man: Get down! Get down!

Carter: You call this
a spiritual event?

Look out!

Wow. Rough town.

I was right. They're here.

You're sure there's nothing in the
kitchen that could have caused this?

Expensive bottles of
spirits to fly off the wall

like heat—seeking
missiles? Spirits.

That's what they were.
Poltergeists.

Like that movie. Only real.

Not real, and not helping.

Carter. Dr. Blake!

You can't deny me now.
We had a visitation.

Even the sheriff saw it happen.

Carter...

Tess! Hi, ai.

You guys know each other?

Oh, yes, uh, sheriff Jack
Carter, Tess Fontana.

Tess and I are old friends.

Uh, nice to meet you. Again.

So, how old are we talking?

Don't go there. Uh, we shared
an apartment in Cambridge.

All right.
So, what's this, then?

You got a girls' weekend,
a baby shower?

Uh, we really should
get going. Tess: Yeah.

But you're coming back,
all of you? Here? Tonight?

Look, these readings are real.

Please, just give me
one chance to prove it.

I know I can make contact,
and I'll do it tonight.

And if you don't?

Then, you won't have the
drech—man to kick around anymore.

You know, some people
attribute occurrences like this

to the casimir effect.

Um, physical forces arising
from a quantized field

moving objects through pressure.

So that's the answer?
The cashmere effect?

Well, it's one possible answer.

I mean, you always have to take
into account electricity and relativity,

not to mention the fact that all
objects are primarily influenced

by a magnetic field.

Meaning ghosts
are magnetic? Or...

Or someone's using magnets

to make it seem like
there's ghosts.

Right, but
who would wanna do that?

Carter: Now, you share
a lab with Drechmeyer.

Tell me, theoretically, is it
possible to use magnetic energy...

I didn't do anything.

I wouldn't waste
another volt on that man.

It is a good idea to
mess with him, though.

I wish I had thought
of that before.

So, you like him?

Not anymore.

No, but you and Murray Drechmeyer
were romantically involved.

We weren't
romantically anything.

We were married for 12 years.

He was more interested in
his ghosts than he was me.

Since I left him, well, things
have just gotten out of control.

Have they?

Or is that just a good
way to discredit him

so you can have your
project all to yourself?

He is the one who
is discrediting me.

Sheriff, if I had wanted
to humiliate my ex-husband,

I would have done so
a long time ago.

I chose to move on. I
suggest you do the same.

He's not on your level.

Carter? Just, uh,
give him a chance.

You'll like him once
you get to know him.

Oh, no, no. I meant
your clearance level.

Three phds, and he thinks
that I'm here for a baby shower?

Which we'll totally have, like, once
I figure out what you do at them.

Well, you are officially here
as a visiting member of the staff.

And how many people know
the unofficial reason?

Just four, besides me.

Randolph, wolfe,
Johnson and Henry Deacon.

Wow. It's like the rolling
stones of astrophysics.

You think you can handle them?

Start me up.

You
look incredible. You're glowing.

Oh, come on,
no one really glows.

Okay, look, Duncan,

when I asked for my stuff,
I didn't mean hand delivery.

But I had to come and see
you for an explanation.

You can't tell me that two
people who spend a week

making love in the spray
at Victoria falls...

Duncan, no, you're
right. Oh, it was great,

but how well do we really
know each other?

You know, our hopes, our dreams,

our reactions to surprises?

Well, running off to the
other side of the world

isn't exactly a way
to find out, now, is it?

No, I know. I just...

Maybe our timing was just off.

There's another guy?

Something like that, yeah.

Well, I appreciate your honesty,

And I'll respect your wishes.

After I meet him.

I'm not going to a séance.

Okay. Well, then think of it
as a scientific investigation.

Sorry, my crystal ball's
in the shop.

All right. Um, I'll go.

But see what you can find
out about Murray Drechmeyer.

Like is he crazy
or really crazy?

Like, what does he have to gain

by proving that
Eureka's haunted?

Right.

Spirits, we know
you're out there.

We're all friends.
We all believe.

Join us. Join the circle.

Show us that you're here.

Sorry.

So, that's a giant tird grabber?

What? Ghost whisperer.

Sometimes, thermal energy
is the final indicator.

Visitations are often
preceded by other signs.

They could be all around us.

Drechmeyer.

Madame Drechmeyer. Hmm.

Madame Cornelia Drechmeyer,
the premiere medium of her day,

has contacted more than a
thousand spirits on the other side.

Yeah.

Carter?

Spirits, come, cross
over from the other side.

Sorry, yeah, yeah. Yeah, my bad.

Sorry. Hey, Jo.

Jo: Carter. Get over here, now!

Jo? Carter, look out!

They came!

Whoa! In the cell!
They heard me!

Come on, come on.
The desk! Desk, desk!

I told you they were here.

Yeah.

So, if you invited them to cafe
diem, how'd they end up here?

I don't know.
But you gotta admit,

they showed up
when I called them.

Yeah, at the wrong location.

In a totally different building.

All right, so they zigged
when they should have zagged.

Look, think what
you want, sheriff,

but I proved myself tonight
just like I said I would.

The drech—man is
back in business.

The drech—man?

There's gotta be a
reasonable explanation for this.

Heat waves, uh, St. elmo's fire.

What if Drechmeyer has
a reasonable explanation?

Come on!

Murray's mother,
madame Cornelia Drechmeyer,

has made a real name for herself
communicating with the dead.

Yeah, what if...
What if it's genetic?

All right, let's back-burner the whole
Addams family thing for a second.

What's that effect you were
talking about, the... casimir effect.

Yeah. What if that had
something to do with it?

Well, not without help, I mean,

the magnitude of apparently
what you guys saw here

would require some sort of
localized focusing device.

Like this one?

Or maybe these.

We've been finding them
all over town.

They're energy
displacement sensors.

They're part of my research.

They record disturbances
in the barrier.

Are you sure they didn't
cause them? Absolutely.

Murray, you can't just install
quantum vibration sensors

outside of g.D.
Without permission.

Well, you wouldn't
have given it to me,

and this was too important.

Oh, which part, the science or
proving your mother wasn't a fraud?

What did you tell him?

Admit it, Murray,
you're obsessed.

Do you know what it's like when
the other woman in your relationship

is your husband's dead mother?

Okay, this has to stop. I'm
suspending you indefinitely.

But... wait.

These sensors came from our lab.

I designed them.
They're just receivers.

They couldn't have caused
any of these disturbances.

Thank you, m.B.

Hope now you'll start
to believe me.

I've seen more activity
in the last three days

than I have in the
last three decades.

Look, something's out
there, sheriff Carter.

If we don't help it cross over,

who knows what it'll do.

His mother was
a drama queen, too.

I think Murray
may be on to something.

Oh, great. So,
now you believe in ghosts?

Allison, the disturbances
didn't start until three days ago.

Did something special
happen here three days ago?

We reopened section five.

Section five?

I hate that section!

Well, it can't be a coincidence
that Drechmeyer's vibe—finder

pinged off the charts
on the same day

that you took the lid
off pandora's box.

Allison, you gotta do
something before this gets worse.

Okay. Get in.

Now, you know that
I can't talk to you

about things that
happen down there.

Carter: Yeah.

But I can tell you
that there is a new project.

Well, can you tell me
what it is?

Actually, I'm gonna
do better than that.

I'm gonna take you to the
most knowledgeable source.

The new head of section five.

You remember Tess.

You're the... you're the
new head of section five?

I got bored after I finished
planning the baby shower.

Carter needs some help
with an investigation.

There have been some
disturbing events around town

that seem to coincide with some of
the labs coming back online down here.

Yeah, and disturbing
kind of sums it up.

Just cooperate within
the parameters of security.

Play nice.

Everything would have been fine

if he just hadn't shown up.

It wouldn't have been fine,
because you're still lying to him.

Why haven't you told him
you're pregnant?

Because Duncan is a nomad,

and I'm liking the idea of
settling down here with you guys.

I can't do that to him.
Gee, thanks.

No, I mean I can't tie him down.

Well, maybe you should
let him decide that.

Good morning. Hi.

Weren't you wearing
that yesterday?

Oh, yeah, look at that.

Oh, right. You stayed
at his place last night.

Right, so, uh... so where is he?

Hmm? Um, that's a really
good question, Duncan,

one that deserves
an honest answer.

The truth is,
he's, uh, right here.

Doug, sweetie, hi!

Come say "hi." Hi.

Hi. Yeah. Um...

Duncan, this is Doug.
My boyfriend.

Uh, your what, now? Yeah.

Just... he hates labels.

Nice to meet you, Doug.

So, how long have
you two been together?

Um, sometimes it feels
like forever, huh?

And other
times it feels like it's brand new.

Right! Anyway, now
that you guys have met...

Well, no, hold on! No. Doug,
what do you do for work?

Oh, um, artificial
intelligence, primarily.

Although I dabble in biotech.

Really? Because I've been trying to
integrate biotechnological treatment

into my epidemiological work
in third world countries.

Oh, yeah? Well, there are
some really promising applications

in viral infections, skin
regeneration, you name it.

Join us for breakfast.
Would you, please?

I would love to pick your brain

and get to know the man
who stole Lexi's heart.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave.

Duncan: There was a gentleman
I had with an abscess.

Well, what I've always
found useful...

It's been a pretty
uneventful tour so far.

Well, my safety record
is impeccable.

Oh, you've been here
for three hours.

Do you have any labs
that are actually open?

There's
a working lab right behind me.

This one. Don't bother.

Johnson said he'll be
traveling for a few days.

Oh, great, then he won't
mind if we look around.

Carter: So, what
happens in here?

Aps. Alternate
propulsion systems.

Oh! Like rockets and whatnot.

Yeah. That would be the
systems we already have.

Well, what else is there?

You hear that?

Do you hear...

That tickles my teeth.
Hear that?

Yeah. Uh, the field trip's over.

Back on the bus. Let's go.

Oh!

Do you feel hot? No.

Sure. Yeah.

So, you sure you didn't feel hot.

Nothing! Working at the car wash

Car wash, yeah

well, at least someone's
not so uptight around here.

Yes. Mmm-hmm.

Car wash

Car wash

See you around, sheriff. Yeah.

Henry!

Hey! Just so you know,
they've reopened section five,

and I think it might be related to
the disturbances we've been having.

Hey, Fargo.

Ichecked. Everything is fine.

The disturbances don't have
anything to do with the signal.

Allison: Oh, good.

But the signal
is getting stronger.

Interesting. Okay, how long...

Signal?

What signal?

Fargo, you know anything
about a signal?

Dr. Rogers, it's go green
month. We need to talk.

Fargo! I was talking to you!

It's about your lab's
excess energy consumption.

Fargo!

Drechmeyer: I'm detecting a
high level of spirit activity in here.

Dr. Drechmeyer.

Hey. That's a strong one.

It's me.

What spirit activity?

Hello?

Hey.

Ma'am? Hi.

Can anyone see me?

Tess: I do.

Tess.

No one sees me either.

Whoa!

Do that again!

Are we dead?

Was there a feeling?
Any sensation?

No, I don't know.
It happened real fast.

Okay. I gotta try this.

Holy...

We can't physically interact
with anything in here.

Do you have any idea
what this means?

No! I don't!

The universe is revealing
one of its secrets to us.

Do you know how rare that is?

I mean, this could be
right up there with relativity,

with prometheus... Tess.

We could be dead.

Touch me.

Oh, just come here.

You satisfied?

In what way?

If we can feel each other,
how can we be dead?

And why aren't there any other dead
people around here besides us, huh?

How do you know there aren't?

Hey! Calling all dead people!

Club meeting in the rotunda!

See?

Carter: Okay.

Okay, so...

If we're not ghosts, then...

What,
could it be the cashmere effect?

Overpaying for
a sweater, are we?

Yeah, overpaying for a sweater.

Yeah, casimir effect,
yes, I know.

1948 theory out of Holland

that empty space is actually
teeming with fleeting particles

and electromagnetic fields.

And sometimes
in dangerous situations,

people use humor
to alleviate tension.

It's a communications skill. That's
my field, actually. Well, one of 'em.

I mean, I'm actually kind of
an expert in a number of...

Tess. Tess. Tess!
Some things. Yes?

What skill are we gonna
use to find out where we are?

Nobody can see or hear us.

I have no idea.

Well, we rode the elevator.

With karaoke mail guy.

Right.

I think bald spots are really
sexy on some guys, don't you?

You talk a lot.

I told you, I'm a communicator.

Fantastic. Then tell me what
you're doing here in section five.

Not my information to share.

And irrelevant to the
current pickle we're in.

Oh, well, pickles are my field,

and they usually lead
straight to some g.D. Project.

See? Just by using
the word "pickles,"

you momentarily
relieved my tension,

allowing me to refocus
on solving our problem.

Yeah. Okay, so...

We were still here before
we went in there, right?

The mail guy
talking to us. Remember?

Yes. So whatever happened...

Happened in there.
Right. Uh—huh.

He said that Johnson
was traveling.

Uh, I was here.
You were standing there.

Oh, right. I came
over here. Walked over here.

We had our hot flash.

Right. Right, you tripped on...

Whoa.

This is in here with us.

And this looks like
a mini version of that.

All right, what else
is in here with us?

Tequila. If fate were kind.

Carter: How about a body?

That wasn't here before.

What have you got? Is he dead?

No. Not dead yet.
Not on vacation either.

It's h.J. Johnson?

Yeah, the traveler
who runs this lab.

Okay, his heart rate is stable.

Oh, he looks dehydrated.

What are those burn
marks on his skin?

They're pretty...
They're pretty superficial.

Well, whatever happened
to him really knocked him out.

What is that
thing you tripped over?

It's gotta have something
to do with this, right?

Portable re-entry pad.

For what, like a spaceship?

Or for us.

Could this have
done that to him?

Only if he didn't have it
calibrated properly.

Hold on. You know
what happened to us?

I have a theory.

Well, who the hell
am I gonna tell?

Okay, fine. You ready?

The fifth dimension.

The actual fifth dimension?

Yeah. H.J.'S baby.
Interdimensional travel.

He must have figured out how
to cross over using his p-branes.

Well, that cleared it up.

The theoretical
membrane barriers

between all dimensions
are called p-branes.

Seriously?

What? Science can't have
a sense of humor?

Yeah. Fair enough. It's
all based on string theory.

Certain levels of subatomic
vibration can unweave the p-brane,

allowing for
interdimensional travel.

Okay, so the platform things?

Well, looks like h.J.
Figured out how to cross over,

but knew that he couldn't physically
interact between dimensions

once he got here, so he built a
portable version as a way to get back.

That clearly didn't work.

Well, the p-brane's
kind of like a curtain.

If you don't Pierce through it,

you're just gonna
make it wiggle.

And maybe bump into what's
on the other side.

Tess, we can be the spirits
that Drechmeyer notices.

You're smarter than you dress.

Yeah.

What?

Carter: So, you're gonna try to
make contact with Murray by talking?

Tess: It's as good
a theory as any.

You sure you know
how this thing works?

Well, I'm hoping it's kinda
like dance dance revolution.

I'm really good at that.

And if you're right, as
soon as I turn this thing on,

Dr. Spooky's machine

should be able to pick up
the vibrations from the p-brane,

and we might be able
to communicate.

So, for the last three days, Murray's
been communicating with h.J.?

Yeah, whenever h.J.
Tried to get back over,

it shook the p-brane hard
enough to set this guy's dials off.

Okay.

Let's see if we can do it again.

Wait! What if you
end up like h.J.?

H.j. Had it dialed up
to a heavy load.

I'm starting at lingerie.

Gentle cycle...

Forget it.

Okay.

Okay.

Are your teeth tingling?
Mmm. Kind of.

Hey, look at that.

Murray?

Murray!

Wow!

Both: One, two, three. Murray!

He heard us.

Not really. But if it
makes you feel better.

Murray, you gotta turn
on the ghost whisperer

so that we can communicate.

I can feel you, mother.

If you're here, give me a sign.

Both: We're here!

She's alive! She's alive!

Murray!

Who's alive? My mother.

On the other side.
I made contact.

And I realize that the 2,000 wasn't
nearly as powerful a machine as I needed,

so I made some adjustments.

Murr, are you crazy?

Do you have any idea how much
power this electromagnet carries?

Yeah. Enough to cross her over.

This boost could be the thing that
gets us back to the third dimension.

H.j.: Wait!

It could kill us all!

H.j.? Hello!

Sheriff, I don't know how
the two of you got in here,

but you don't know what
you're doing with that thing.

The p—brane is sensitive,
and I haven't perfected re—entry.

It knocked me clean out
last time I tried it.

It's this idiot and his receptor

interfering with
my oscillations.

If he turns it on again...

Drechmeyer: Mother.

Come to us.

Get off, now!

Okay, no more chances.

Give me your badge
and turn your equipment

and all your research
over to Dr. Curtis.

But it worked.
There was someone there.

No, Murray, your device just fried
a multimillion—dollar electromagnet.

There is no one
on the other side.

Except us.

Your idea of help
was a ghostbuster?

Well, a theoretical physicist
who veered off track...

Lord knows what kind of
vibration that charge set off.

A p—brane wave of that magnitude

could grow to
dangerous proportions.

You should have thought of that
before you tested your platform.

You weren't ready for
a space jump yet, h.J.

I wasn't gonna wait for some
lady ham radio operator from SETI

To
Come in and take all the credit.

Carter: Guys!

So, you were saying
something about a space jump?

Yeah, between the third
and fifth dimensions.

I made it in no problem.

Re—entry's proving
to be more difficult.

Atomic fire.

Oh, like when the
space shuttle loses a couple of heat tiles.

Yes. Something like that.

We need to get back down to section
five so I can recalibrate this thing.

Carter: There's
no physical interaction.

So, we're stuck until
someone presses the button.

Zoe: So, that's it?
You're not in love with him?

Lexi: Are you kidding me?

When I first met him, I knew
in 10 seconds that I loved him.

So, what's the problem?

What if he doesn't love me?

The guy came all
the way from Africa

To bring you a box of yourjunk.

I mean, if that's not
love, I don't know what is.

Okay, so what if he loves me,

but what if he doesn't love
pregnant me, you know?

This guy, he builds
clinics, he saves villages.

He knows bono. I just...

I don't want him to
feel trapped, you know?

There's only one way
you're gonna find out.

Can I just send him
a birth announcement?

Man: Watch out!

That's no good.

Mary-Beth: Things are
getting worse around town.

I thought Murray's
journals could help.

All these calculations are his?

Yes. He never let me
look at them.

Actually, I've never
really paid attention.

When your husband
goes off the deep end...

You try not to fall in with him.

Hmm. Before he became
obsessed with his spirits,

we were conducting research
on vibratory p-brane manipulation.

Dimensionality? Yeah.

What if his crazy
ghost—hunting was...

An actual scientific
breakthrough?

Uh, p-branes, shaking
between dimensions,

Carter's flying
Espresso machine?

Wow.

You know what? Let's go. Where?

I know a person
who actually works with p—branes.

H.j., your oscillations
seem steep.

If I wanted your opinion,
I would have asked for it.

Why do you have
such a problem with me?

The whole scientific community
has a problem with you.

Oh, why? Because I disproved
cook and Moore's half—baked theory

about fractals not needing
a Hausdorff dimension

greater than their
topological one?

Or because I told a
department head at Heidelberg

that he totally needed
a better toupee?

I'm working here!

You really said that?

Duh. You can't screw
around with Hausdorff...

No. About the toupee.

Oh. Well, it looked like he was
walking around with a ferret on his head.

As long as you're
trying to help, right?

And, look, if he doesn't go easy on
that p-brane the next time through,

we're all gonna light up like
the jumbotron at Fenway.

Red Sox fan?

How do you think
I learned statistics?

That's the only math
I ever passed.

Well, only math
regular people need.

I believe she just
insulted you, sheriff.

Oh, that's okay.

Listen...

H.j., are you sure about
these oscillations?

This could be what... I'm sure!

As long as my equipment's
running on the other side,

I'll be in vibratory sync
with the p—brane.

Once I've calibrated
it correctly,

I shall pass right through
the dimensional curtain

and collect my nobel prize.

Allison: This is Johnson's lab.

According to Fargo, he's
traveling for a few days.

Deacon, what the hell
is he doing here?

Traveling? Then why are
his instruments reading out?

Is that what I think it is?

It's an electromagnetic
force field generator.

On steroids.

If this has been running the
whole time that h.J. Has been gone,

it could be what's been causing
the disruption in the p—brane all along.

Murray's technology wasn't
causing anything bad.

It was reading the vibration
from h.J.'S technology.

I think we found Carter's ghost.

You are awesome!
We have to shut it down.

H.j.: But that electromagnet
is our only way out!

Carter: That's not good!
We have to go now!

No, h.J., you can't. You
haven't finished calibrating!

Don't tell me how to
work my own device!

It's ready. Besides, he
shuts down my equipment,

and we won't get another chance.

How long will it take?
It'll take a while.

Not like there's an
on/off switch, thank god.

Mary—beth and I
have to figure out

the exact vibratory
coordinates. On it.

H.j., let me help you do that.

If it were anyone else but
Deacon we'd have more time.

Stop, stop, we must be
doing something wrong!

The p—branes wave
are getting stronger.

Tess, you can't! You can't.

Allison:
How does it look out there, Jo?

Get inside, people!

I'd say it's pretty bad.

Henry's working on it.
Just try to keep people safe.

Woman: Where it's going!

Tell Carter I've got
everything under control.

Carter? Isn't he with you?

Do I even have to ask
what's gonna happen to us

if they turn off h.J.'S machine
before you get us back?

Do I even have to answer?

Carter: Forgive this, but the
way his body skid across the floor,

I guess I owe you an apology.

Tess: What?

I guess you didn't park your
car in the middle of the road, huh?

Huh? The skid marks.

I mean, I should have
known when I saw them.

There's no way you skidded
your car sideways. Sideways.

But the p-branes
do move sideways.

What? H.J.'S oscillations
were too steep.

I... what does that mean?

It means that
h.J.'S aim was way off,

and you need to make sure
they don't turn that machine off,

because I know what to do now.

We have to
recalibrate this thing.

Now, we're getting closer.
Just a few more minutes

and then we'll shut
this thing down.

Hello, remote calibrator.

The g.D. Chopper
had an accident.

What? I grounded
all air traffic.

It flew off the helipad.

Fargo, get over there
and man that terminal.

How you doing? Uh, more time.

Come on, sheriff, do something.

Hey, bad news about
the p—brane wave.

It's growing and
spreading across town.

Henry, push the button.

We're not ready yet.
It's delicate.

That's it!

Can you do to this
what you did before

in Drechmeyer's lab
with the gentle cycle?

Yeah, I think so, but why?

Well, because if Allison
knows we're in here,

then she won't turn off
the platform.

Yeah, but she can't
see or hear you, so...

She can feel me.

What?

Like the way we felt the heat

and the way Murray felt his
mother. It's all energy, right?

It all depends on how... on
how you shake the p—brane.

Right.

All right, hop on. I'll set
the platform's power to 50%.

Allison.

Henry, hurry. It's
getting hot in here.

Yeah, hold on.

Carter: You have to stop Henry.

Okay?

Don't turn it off. Henry, I'm...

Try and hold her longer.

Tess and I are here.

Don't lose us!

Henry, Henry, stop.
Don't turn it off.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm just feeling
really warm.

She felt me.

I've got the vertical holding.

Wait, wait, stop!

Carter and Tess, I sent
them down here hours ago.

I don't understand.
I don't either.

I just know that we can't turn
that thing off until we find them.

Way to go, Carter!
She believed you!

Guys, you have to see this. It's
a projection of the p—brane wave.

Right now it's just
here in Eureka,

but if we don't calm it
down, Portland, Seattle, L.A.

Tess: Not good.

Damn, Carter...

Henry: Allison, the wave
is growing! We must act now.

Allison: Okay.

Turn it off.

Oh, crap. You done
with that thing yet?

As done as I'll ever be.

But we're only gonna get
one shot at this.

You ready?

All right, here we go.

All: Three, two, one!

What the...

Fargo: The wave is dissipating.

Okay. We've shut it down.

Oh.

Hello? Carter: Allison.

Carter, where have you been?

Oh, it's a long story.

Allison: Is Tess with you?

Yeah.

Yeah, safe and sound. But, uh...

We're gonna need a ride.

And a nobel prize.

Soon as I work on my aim.

Promise me you'll send
photos from Belize. Absolutely.

Okay, you know what?
This is getting too weird.

He's so cool. Yeah, hi.

He is.

So, I guess this is it.

I guess so.

Well, I wish you and
Douglas all the best.

Thanks, Duncan. Stop it.

For what it's worth,
you were the one.

Ilied.

Excuse me?

I am a big lying liar and you're
perfect and I don't deserve you.

Ready to tell me what's
really going on now?

Douglas isn't really
my boyfriend.

I just told you that because
I couldn't tell you the truth,

which was that I missed
you every single day.

That's a relief,

because I think he's gay.

There's something else. I probably
should have told you a long time ago,

but I was too afraid
that you'd freak out,

and the truth is that I'm the
one who's been freaking out.

I figured you'd come around
if I was just patient enough.

Okay.

So you're... yeah.

Twins.

So, what do you think?

I think I'm gonna have
to think about this.

Busy?

Oh. No. Just, uh,

clearing Drechmeyer
and mary—beth

to take over Johnson's
lab in section five.

They're working together now.

Long day, huh?

Yeah. But at least I
spent it in one dimension.

You okay?

Yeah, I mean, I
thought I was dead,

and I couldn't
communicate with anyone.

Except you.

Carter, is there
something wrong?

You and Henry are
working on something...

A signal?

And then you invite
your friend from SETI,

the place where they
communicate with out there.

And you put her in charge of
a secret project in section five.

Carter, you know that I
can't talk to you about this.

Well, Drechmeyer was
right about one thing.

Something's coming.

That's the signal, isn't it?

Carter, I can't.

Well, you know where to find me.