All language subtitles for Eureka S4 E03

Carter: It was just
a normal day in Eureka.

Day's not over yet.

Yeah. Like that was
going to last.

Hello, 1947.
Confused? Let me clarify.

The five of us got
transported back in time

through some wormhole thingy
thanks to the bridge device.

We eventually found
our way back home,

but, surprise, home wasn't
exactly the way we left it.

Henry? Married.

Zane and Jo? Never dated.

But Jo's in charge
of 6d. Security.

Kevin? Different,
much to Allison's surprise.

And Fargo?
Head of global dynamics,

much to everyone's surprise.

Oh, and Dr. Old spice hitched a
ride with us back to the present,

but there's one crappy rule.

We can't tell anyone.

If people ever found out
about our trip, there'd be trouble.

And I finally kissed Allison,
63 years ago.

Which complicated things a bit

when I found out
that Tess never left.

Tess: Look at you, handsome.

Tess! You're not in Australia.

Um, yeah. That would be true.

Allison: She's pretty amazing.

Must be why you asked
her to move in with you.

I spend a year realizing
we don't work as a couple.

We break up, and she's here,
thinking that it's great.

But that's Eureka for you.
Same town, big changes.

Last item. Nolweps.
Where are we?

On track, sir.

You'll be really pleased
with the progress

in that whole nolwep area.

Good, so I can expect
them to be ready

for field testing by next month?

I'll get back to you
on that, sir.

Today, Dr. Fargo. Today.

Of course, sir. Over and out.

Sorry to interrupt. Just
wanted to let you know

I was running home
to see Jenna for a bit.

What's a nolwep? What?

Calm down. This job is hard.

I can't tell Mansfield I don't
know what he's talking about

or he'll have me
fired or killed,

and I think those
are the same to him.

Okay, Fargo, take a deep breath.

Nolweps are non—lethal weapons

used for crowd control
and peacekeeping.

Dr. Parrish runs the lab.

Non-lethal. Section three.

Dr. Parrish. Got it.

Okay, just so you know,
he can be a bit of a handful.

Maybe you should come with me.

Fargo, you're the boss now.

You can handle it.

Section three.

I can handle it.

Vinny, can I get a coffee?
Vincent: You got it.

And we've got plenty more
boxes if you need them.

Thanks, Vince.

Hey, babe.

Hello.

You excited? About?

The movers coming today, yes.

Oh, don't tell me
that you forgot.

How could I forget that?

Okay, well, listen, they've got
the furniture and the big stuff,

but I have at least another
carload or two to go.

I don't trust some dude
named Boris with my cat.

Yeah.

You've got a cat?

We're... you know, I'm...
I'm more of a dog guy,

butyeah, yes, yeah.

My catadioptric telescope.

Oh, that cat.

You gave it to me
for my birthday

last year.

Vince, I'm gonna need a double.

Vincent: Coming up.
Okay, honey, come here.

Mmm, I'll see you at home.

Kinda love the sound
of that. Home.

What's the matter, sheriff?

You don't exactly look delighted

that Dr. Fontana's moving in.

You should be. She's a peach.

Yeah, well, it's... no, shut up.

It's yourfault. I had to break
up with her once, and it sucked.

And now I have a second
chance that I'm not sure that I want.

Well, I don't know if
that's my fault entirely.

Oh. And if you're
not sure, sport,

don't tell me. Tell her.

Not that it's
any of your business,

but I don't want to hurt Tess.

You can't always be
the good guy, sheriff.

Not that it is any of
my business. Uh—huh.

Have a good day.

Good day.

Wow!

Look at me. Oh, other me.

Nice.

I was gonna go with
"disturbing," but okay.

Thanks for coming with me, Jo.

I'm head of security now.

You're my boss, also disturbing.

It says here I assigned
Zane to the nolwep lab.

Don't care.

So you're not looking
to rekindle things?

In this reality, nothing's
ever even happened.

He's that snarky jerk
I first met,

but I am not gonna
let him get to me.

Why does everyone
keep avoiding me?

Dr. Fargo.

Oh. I am... I'm so sorry.

Uh, are we gonna have
to be worried about that?

No, no, no. Nope, all good.

And I will have that report
to you by noon today, sir.

I promise.

No one's ever
called me "sir" before.

You know, it seemed to
me like he was scared of you.

Anson.

Biological pathogens lab.

Oh, no wonder.

Apparently I moved the
guy's deadline up three times

and wrote him up
for underperforming.

Other me is kind of a jerk.

You didn't get that
from the posters?

Dr. Parrish, hello.

I was hoping
for a demonstration.

Another surprise inspection.

Goodie.

They're so productive.

The latest nolwep prototypes
are still in development.

They're not ready
for demonstration.

General Mansfield
is expecting one.

Jo: We just need to
see what you've got.

Anytime you want, Lupo.

Fine.

Stand here.

I can see why they didn't want
him in the lethal weapons lab.

Unidirectional plasma field.

Allows passage from
your side, not from ours.

Cool.

Zane. Relax.

Just shoots bean bags.

Not cool.

I told you it wasn't ready.

Parrish: Africanized honeybees.

Since when are
killer bees non—lethal?

They're test subjects for
the riot suppression system.

Bee and human brain
chemistry are similar.

The rss. Neurochemically
induces feelings

of Serenity and trust.

A crowd beamed with the rss.

Will peacefully disperse.

Watch how it calms the bees.

Not seeing the calming.

Still adjusting
the signal strength.

Does anything in this place

actually do
what it's supposed to?

I wouldn't poke at those
if I were you.

They're immobilization mines.

I—mines shoot a gel webbing

that hardens on contact,
restraining...

Forget it. Just send me all
your design specifications

and fix this.

Fix it all.

The bridge device?

Or what's left of it anyway.

I got a new name,
I got a new identity.

I need a project, and this...

Well, technically I own this
already, so Douglas trucked it...

We cannot rebuild the
bridge back to your time.

And even if we could,
you've seen too much.

I mean, it would be
potentially catastrophic.

Maybe we could use it
for something else.

I... I don't know,
it could be repurposed,

say, for space travel.

I don't know, history's
full of accidents

that led to invention.
Come on, Henry!

The contacts are fried,
and you'll never be able

to rebuild the power coupling.

You say that,
but I never had access

to materials like this,
technology like this before,

not to mention your expertise.

All right, there is a chance

that I can replace
the blown conduit

with a high—tc superconductor.

Chance favors the prepared mind.

Louis pasteur? You're
giving me Louis pasteur?

Come on, what do
you say, partner?

For old times' sake?

Let's get to work!

"Do you want the good news
or the bad news, general?"

"The nolweps
are semi-operational."

What's this doing out here?

Blinking.

And beeping.

At least it works.

Someone?

Anyone?

Help.

This was
an assassination attempt!

Easy, Fargo.

An assassination attempt
with a non—lethal weapon

seems a little pointless,
don't you think?

I almost suffocated.

And these were
my favorite pants.

Sure it wasn't just a prank?

Even if it was,
this is still an attack

on the director of g.D.

Well, technically the other
Fargo was director of...

Well, now this Fargo's boss,

and he demands
a full investigation.

And if you stop talking about
yourself in the third person,

I'll look into it.

The head of security for g.D.

And I will look into it.

Nice suit.

The mine came from
Dr. Parrish's lab.

We'll start with him and Zane.

Ah, Zane, what a shocker.

Seriously, Jo,
you dodged a bullet there.

Smug, disruptive horndog bullet

with his stupid t—shirts and...

Maybe I'll talk to Zane.
You talk to Parrish.

Fine.

Oh, hey, sheriff, Vinspresso?

I'm working.

And then he's unpacking.

Just taking a scone break.

Oh, is it okay
if I use the top drawer

in the bathroom?

Yeah, sure. Okay.

Oh, and my cat

looks great on the
mantel, by the way.

Uh, the mantel's
for Mickey mantle's bat.

His bat, not cat.

Okay, yeah, I can...
I can put it back.

Okay.

No problem. Okay.

Jack, what is going on?

Nothing. Sorry, I... let
me just deal with this.

Hey, Zane.

Could I talk to you about the
mine that went off on Fargo?

Booting me from one
brain-dead assignment to another.

The guy deserves what he gets.

Are you saying that you did it?

I'm saying he's a tool.

I've been here for hours.
Ask Vincent, law dog.

Zane, you okay? Zane!

Zane...

You all right?

Any idea how your I—mine
got into that hallway?

Aside from me putting it there?

Explain now.

You heard Dr. Fargo.

He demanded a demonstration,

so I gave him one.

I wouldn't want his report to
be incomplete, now would I?

Non—lethal weapons
are very serious business.

We're not done.

Dr. Parrish admitted
to setting the i-mine.

I knew it. Why does
everyone hate me?

Oh, everyone doesn't hate you.

Most express indifference
to mild dislike.

Really?

I found this
on the firing range.

Don't you think you're
kinda asking for it?

I want Parrish
brought to justice.

Oh, I'm sure he didn't
mean any harm.

Have you considered why
he reacted that way?

Impossible deadlines,
pitting labs against each other,

surveillance everywhere.

That wasn't me.

Why am I on the hook
for what other Fargo did?

You need to talk to Parrish now.

Convince him and his team
that you're gonna reinstate

a calm and respectful
working environment.

Oh, I'll talk to them all right.

Yeah. We better go with him.

Good idea.

Grace: Ah, hey, honey.

You remember Dr. Charles
Grant, sweetheart.

He's our new science historian.

Grace: Oh, it looks like they've
already put you to work, Charles.

Uh—huh.

Oh, barium aluminate.

You're building an
electron gun. Can I help?

Oh, sure. Absolutely.

I mean, it's not...

It's not gonna be
terribly interesting.

All right, you boys
play with your toys.

I will be at cafe diem editing
that paper for the academy

if you need anything.

And I apologize for
the state of the place,

those shabby old tools.

Sometimes Henry acts

as if he's been a
bachelor his whole life.

You know, if I was
married to a girl like that,

that knew how to build
an electron gun...

But I'm not the man she married.

Let's... let's try the circuit.

Hey, Henry, thanks for this.

It means a lot.

Ready? Yeah.

Here we go. Okay.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god. We're in business.

I can attach the
particle chamber directly,

and the increased
density will...

Did you... just see that? Yeah.

Good.

What did we just do?

Attention, everyone.

I apologize
for disrupting your work.

I... really?

Do it. Fine.

I apologize for disrupting
things here today.

Your work is important.

Your work is important
to global dynamics.

And to me.

Right.

You sit up there in your office

lording it over all of us.

The only time you ever
come down here

is to harass us or snoop around.

I didn't want
to put you on the spot,

but general Mansfield needed...

Of course, Mansfield.

And what's that
supposed to mean?

Okay, calm and
respectful, Fargo.

You're nothing
but Mansfield's puppet,

his lapdog, his tool.

What's up with
the creepy eye thing?

You think you actually earned

that fancy job of yours,
kiss-ass?

Okay, there's something
wrong with him.

Apologize, Parrish, or else.

Fargo, just let it go.

Or else what? You gonna
unleash your goons on us?

Well, who you calling a goon?

You're just pissed
'cause none of the crap

in your stupid toys
"r" us lab works.

I'm pretty sure the
I—mine worked just dandy.

Wouldn't you say?

You apologize! Never!

It's about time
somebody stood up to you,

you little tin pot dictator!

Shoot him, Jo! Shoot him now.

All right, everybody, let's
just calm it down, okay?

Jo: Parrish, put down the gun.

Carter: Hold on.

Put the bean bags down now!

Stop.

Stop!

Before something
like that happens!

Allison's taken everyone
to the infirmary for testing.

All discernable chemical
leaks have been contained,

but I'm still ordering a
lockdown and quarantine.

Back up,
"all discernable leaks"?

Just let me do my job, okay?

Okay.

Find out what's making
them act like that.

And the freaky eye thing.

First Parrish, then Fargo.

Well, it could be some
sort of a brain virus

Or hulkjuice.

Dr. Anson, meek little guy,

dropped a beaker earlier,
a red liquid.

Anybody nearby
could have been exposed.

Which lab? Biological pathogens.

And this didn't concern you?

The biohazard filters didn't
show anything unusual.

Well, it could be some sort of
new, undetectable super germ.

We gotta find out...

All posts, be on the
lookout for Dr. Chris anson.

Detain him
by any means necessary.

Uh, Jo.

I'm wondering if you might
have been a smidge exposed.

I'm fine.

Everything is under control.

Right.

Fine.

This is an outrage.

I demand to be let go.

So everyone is negative

for chemical exposure
from the spill.

Leukocyte and histamine
levels are normal.

There's no infection.

So it's not contagious.

Fargo out.

Fargo, wait.

I'm also seeing unusual
levels of adrenaline,

elevated blood pressure,
and heart rate.

I need to keep you
under observation.

I have a facility to run,
in case you've forgotten.

And you're getting
in my way again.

Fargo, come back here.

Yeah. Blah, blah, blah.

Keep everyone inside
the infirmary, please.

Hey, I got your call.
You need a hand?

Yes, please, I really do.

If you can check her out.

Tess: Okay.

It has been a little
tense around here today.

Tess: Oh, yeah? Not just here.

Why, is something wrong?

Well, I was... I was
hoping that you might know.

It's like Jack has cold feet

all of a sudden about the move.

I finally make the leap,

and now I'm not so sure
that he wanted me to.

You know, Carter hasn't
been himself lately.

Why don't you just, you
know, give him some time?

Allison, I've given him
the past year.

I thought that we were on the
same page about this, you know?

Allison: Yeah.

Tess.

I thought you were packing.

Actually, I had her come in

to work with Dr. Anson.

Yeah, he's been developing
a viral psychotropic,

amongst other things.

Could that be the reason why
people aren't acting like themselves?

I sure hope so.

Unless there's something
else that you wanna tell me.

Man on
pa: Stage three quarantine in place.

All exits have been sealed.

Look, I really gotta go.

Yeah, well, take your time.

We're not going anywhere.

This kind of thing
happen often around here,

objects disappearing
into thin air?

Well, not a lot.

Not to me.

I can't figure it out.

All the components seem to be...

Inert.

The device is not causing
the dematerialization.

Wait. What if I...

Oh, my god, it's us.

It's us. It's us!

Oh, hey!

Thought you might be hungry.

So, are you boys putting something
together or are you taking it apart?

Putting it together.
Taking it apart.

Well... taking it apart again.

We were actually debating

under what
hypothetical conditions

a person might cause
an object to dematerialize.

Interesting.

Possibly exposure
to certain radiation.

Pair annihilation would
cause a huge gamma ray burst.

We would have noticed the e.M.P.

Yeah, what about passing through
a small rupture in space-time?

Right, but that's impossible.

Right, that's impossible.

Well, carry on.

Turkey sandwiches.

There he is. Carter: Dr. Anson!

What? Huh?

What do you want?

One sec.

Thought you said he was meek.

He was.

Okay.

Why don't you put down
the giant lunch box of death?

Okay, okay.

What was in the beaker
you spilled?

Easy, Jo.

Take it easy.
You don't wanna talk?

Take it easy, Jo.

Uh—oh.

It's happening
to me, too, isn't it?

Yeah, big time.

What did you do?

Okay, Jo, let him go.

Let him go.

Let... let him go. Let him go.

There you go.

Let him... let him...
There you go!

Let him go, Jo. Okay. All right.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Hmm.

With this, we find out
what's going on

and we fix it, okay?

Come on, come on.

What are you looking at? Okay.

Hey.

Anson's coat and the
zombie juice he spilled on it.

Great, this should help
isolate the cause.

Good thing, too, because
the medical results haven't.

See? And it's spreading.

These people here,
all new cases.

What's wrong with everybody?

I don't know, they're all angry.

These are the physical and
mental symptoms of rage.

So we're dealing with a
bunch of mad scientists?

Well, some madder than others.

I mean, everyone deals
with anger differently,

depending on personality,
physiology,

learned coping mechanisms.

Emotional control
can vary widely,

but everyone here
seems to be losing it.

Losing it? What do a
bunch of pampered scientists

have to be upset about?

Quiet. Keep your voice down.

Everyone's got stuff
building underneath

that they need to vent.

Okay.

Well, of course
you would say that.

You think that it's better
to let things go unspoken.

What?

Well, sure, yeah,

I mean, if it's gonna make
things more complicated

or someone's gonna get hurt.

I think that Tess
would disagree.

I'm her friend, Carter.

She knows that there is
something wrong between you two.

I'm going to talk to her.

When? Things are getting worse
around here in more ways than one.

Allison, I have
everything under control.

Woman on pa: Power grid failure.

Emergency backup engaged.

Power grid failure.
Emergency backup engaged.

You were saying?

I knew I should've
gone with them.

What is that?

An effigy?

Doesn't even look like me.

What are you doing about it?

I'm trying not
to throttle someone.

Don't push me!

Jeez, it's like a
romero movie out there.

Tested the stuff
on anson's sleeve.

It's raspberry wine cooler.

What is he, a high
school cheerleader?

Well, unless it's
a new bio-weapon,

we're no closer to
figuring this thing out.

Okay, just say it. I drove
anson to drink on the job.

Are you enjoying my failure?

All right, more tests
on Dr. Parrish

might isolate
the neurological anomaly.

Here come the big words.

What genius idea does
Dr. Perfect have to rattle out next?

Fargo. You people are useless.

The situation
is critical out there.

You're wasting time.

Jo, Jo, Jo.

Get out of my way, Carter.

Wait, you can't
walk out, not like this.

Right, because you know
how to do my job better than me,

just like always.

That's not what
I'm saying, trust me.

Move! Now!

Move, now.

Listen to me.
Okay, listen to me.

Wait, wait, wait.

You can... you can hold
this together. All right?

We can't fix this without you.

Fargo, let's go.

You can do this.

Tess, are you in here?

Where the hell are my guards?

My staff is all gone, too.

And they let
all the patients go.

Jo: Not all of them.

Tess must've tranquilized him

to help save him from himself.

What's wrong with him?

I don't know. High
fever, shallow breathing.

Allison: Stop it! Stop it!

If this is happening to him...

The others will be getting
worse, and so will you.

I gotta find Zane
while I still can.

Oh, and it's all my fault.

Scientific discovery starts
with bold ideas, you said.

The me that never was said that.

Yeah, I took the Liberty of
looking myself up in the archives.

And there was no nobel prize,

nor the institute
that you founded.

Well, no, because I wasn't
in my own time to do them.

I was here.

I'm... I mean, I am here.

It's confusing.

Everyone I know is gone.

Everything I might have
done has been erased.

So you see, Henry,

this machine, it's all I got.

Zane?

Look at you.

What kind of career is this
for a grown man?

You must have really
rocked that aptitude exam.

I wanted to be a librarian!

You need to come now.

Bite me, Lupo.

Don't tempt me.

Big affirmative
on Zane being infected.

I'm taking him to the infirmary

before I kill him myself.

Copy?

Copy that, Jo. Hang in there.

We're on our way.

Jack, Jack.

Tess, yeah?

Parrish came after me
in the infirmary.

I had to tranq him. Okay.

Whatever happened to him
is getting worse.

That's g.D. Property.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Run! Go, run!

You're all fired!

Good job, Fargo. Problem solved.

This is insane. Most
of g.D. Was affected.

Well, all of g.D...

Except for you,
and me, and Allison.

So that means we weren't here

when whatever happened happened.

Right, so where... where,
Fargo? Where'd it start?

I'm trying to think.

We were all here
before we got mad.

Parrish, Zane, Jo, and me.

Tess: And now we
just need to figure out

which of the 50
projects could do that.

I'm going with the frisbee ray

pointed at the tank
of dead bees.

Allison, we think we figured out

where the anger
epidemic started.

Can you make it down
to Parrish's lab?

Yeah, that's gonna be a problem.

Move.

Allison? Jo?

What's going on? Are you okay?

We're trapped with two
jerks and a murderous mob.

Thanks for asking.

Jack, we have to go get them.

Yeah, we're working on it.

If I die because
of you, Parrish,

you're a dead man.

Very helpful, Fargo.

You wanna check
on the bees? Tess?

Already on it.

Why do I get
the stupid "bee-topsy"?

Because you can't
kill dead bees.

Allison, is Parrish
there? Can he help us?

Fargo, I'm gonna kill
you! Do you hear me?

I'm gonna rip that stupid face

off that tiny little
head of yours.

That would be a "no."

And my head's plenty big.

Well, Parrish's brain
is basically overheating.

It's being flooded
with vasopressin,

a neurochemical linked
with anger and aggression.

No kidding. Is Zane there?

Can he tell us what
the ray in his lab does?

The r.S.S.,
it does three things.

One, two...

Okay, never mind.

Can't you just ask Fargo?

Dealing with the bees here.

Okay, okay. Deep breath.

Happy place.

The r.S.S.?

It was designed to produce
oxytocin to induce a calming effect.

Oxytocin differs
from vasopressin

by only two amino acids.

I mean, structurally
they're almost identical.

Vasopressin killed the bees too.

Looks like the prototype
triggered the wrong chemical.

No, but that thing didn't work.

Parrish cranked it up
and nothing.

Yeah, but if the bees
were already angry,

could you even tell
if they got more angry?

No, you couldn't.

The r.S.S. Fires
infrasonic waves.

That means that it can
penetrate through walls,

which is why the whole
building was affected.

Okay, so what happened to Zane
and Parrish when the ray went off

happened to all of g.D.?

Oh, that's just great.

So the calming ray
is an anger ray.

What can go wrong next?

Carter, Carter,
they're getting in.

Jo! Jo! Jo!

Why are you...

All right, we lost Jo.

Carter, the tranqs
aren't gonna hold.

The vasopressin is
ovennhelming their systems.

You have to reverse
the effects fast.

Carter...

Carter on radio: Allison.

Okay, we gotta move fast.

Can you...
Can you flip the switch,

make the anger off, happy on?

Fargo: Are you kidding me?

"Hello, I'm sheriff Carter.

"I'm gonna save the day
with my everyman logic."

Hey, we're on the same side,

and I don't sound like that.

Yeah, you do.

Well, a little bit,
but look, look, look.

I think that you might be right.

I think that we can
retune the beam.

In order for it to
reach people in time,

we'll have to amplify the signal

and set it off
in a central location.

Hello! Homicidal
maniacs out there.

Well... i'm... I'm thinking.

No, no, no.

I'm the boss, me.

What now?

Dr. Fargo, I've been
expecting your call...

Go frak yourself, Mansfield.

Fargo, not helping!

Pull it together, Fargo.

This isn't about you.
Allison's stuck in zombie land.

Why are you so mad? I
thought you were unaffected.

I'm not! You're pissing me off!

Well, I'm the head of g.D.,
so you can shut the hell up

and do what I say!

Attention, unruly zombies.

Attention... stop, stop.

Stop.

All this started with Fargo.

Woman: Right. Man: Yeah.

Huh? You want him?
Man: There he is!

Yes. Yeah!

Carter, what are you doing?

Carter: Go get him!

This is his fault.

Carter!

It's his fault!

He did this to you.

Man: I'll kill you!

Woman: Get him!

Carter!

Tess, do it now. Do it now!

Tess, do it now!

Well done.

Excuse me, excuse me.
Sorry. Pardon me, pardon me.

Fargo?

It worked.

Well, nice plan, Fargo.

I'm just relieved

everyone's not mad
at me anymore.

I'm still a little mad at you.

I apologize for the
I—mines, Dr. Fargo.

It was immature
and unprofessional.

I'm glad you're back to
your old self, Dr. Parrish.

You do have a tiny head.

I'm so glad.

I'd better call Mansfield and
get the groveling over with.

I bet you never had to do that.

Yeah, you'd lose
that bet, Fargo.

Hey, it doesn't really matter

if I think you can do the job,

although I do.

It only matters that you do.

Wish me luck.

So, how's
anger management going?

Well, everyone's gonna be okay,

thanks to Fargo,
and you, and Tess.

She did a great job today.

She did.

She did, especially
knowing how she feels

about me right now.

And not to mention how
she's gonna feel about me later.

You gonna tell her?

Yeah.

Yeah, what I can anyway.

I'm sorry, Carter.

Yeah, me too.

But you can't always
be the good guy.

Right?

Our readings show only
standard background radiation.

So unless you can measure

an aberrant
quantum fluctuation...

No, there's only
one other option.

We could be manifesting

a negative stress
energy tensor field.

But if that's true...

Then anything we touch
could be sent backward

or fonnard in time,
and lost forever.

Dr. Monroe, stay back.

Why? What's wrong?

Don't come any closer, please.

Something's happened to us,
I can't explain it,

but anything that we touch...

Disappears?

And you can't explain it?

Really?

I don't understand.

They're for you.

You're always saying youiluse

those old tools of yours
until they fall apart,

so I coated them with
thermal depolymerization paint.

Paint plus body heat.

Poof.

It's a gag. It's a prank.

No, I... I got it.

I'm just getting back at you

for magnetizing all my pots
and pans. Henry: Mmm-hmm.

That was one
of your better ones.

See, this is something
that we do.

Is it? Mmm-hmm.

Okay.

Henry, I don't know
what's going on with you,

but will you let me know
when you're yourself again?

She is something else.

If I didn't know better,
I'd say you had

a little crush on your wife.

Jo: Three, two, one.

Carter: Much better.

Cleanup's almost done.

All the labs are pitching in.

By tomorrow morning,
you'd never know

we had a full—blown
insurrection.

Great. Guess I can't avoid
going home anylongeh

you were great today.

How you kept it under control
even with Zane, that was...

I couldn't have done it
without you, Carter.

And years of
special forces training.

Well...

Hey, what you said

about my thinking I know
how to do your job and...

It's fine. I wasn't myself.

Well, just if...

If that's what you think,

I'm sorry.

If I stepped on your
toes, it's just because

I miss you.

I miss my deputy.

Wow.

We make a good team.

Always will.

Yeah.

So you gonna apologize
for pulling a gun on me?

No.

You had that coming. Yeah.

Think I know someone
who might agree with you.

Good luck.

The movers?

I canceled them.

Fair enough.

Was it the cat?

Was it the drawers?

I mean, do you just wanna
slow things down because...

Tess, you deserve the truth.

So here it is.

I'm so sorry, Tess.

So, 80 sorry.

But I don't think we should
move in together at all.

So, what next?

Well...

I think you should take
that job in Australia.

I think it's what
you're meant to do,

and I know that you're
gonna be happy there.

How could you possibly
know that?

I just do.

The same way I know that
you and I are not meant to be.

And I wanted
to save you the pain

of watching it all unravel.

Too late.

Sorry, Tess.

I love you.