He was just crossing the road and...
This is what happen when you don't look both ways.
- He's lost a lot of blood. - Why don't we take him to a real vet ?
We are. The best in the world. He's got a lab in section 3.
Hey. Hear that buddy ? We're gonna fix you right up.
Yeah !
You gonna love this.
Well, after 3 years of development. I hope so.
Have you decide on name yet ?
I like mental mouse. Because it forms a direct nerval link
between your cerebral cortex and the computer mainframe.
Bluetooth for the brain.
It looks like a melanoma.
That's because it's not turned on.
So this transmits my thoughts directly to the computer.
That's right, no need for a keyboard or a mouse.
Think it here, comes out there.
Fantastic...
Except it doesn't work.
What do you mean ?
I'm trying to access your personnel file, it's not working.
Why are you trying to access my file ?
To see if you're remotely qualified to be tapping into my cerebral cortex.
It's not working because it hasn't finished mapping your brain yet.
In an hour or so things will start popping up
before you even know you want them.
Now, these lines represent different emotions.
Red for anger, blue for happiness, green for depression...
So you've equiped me with a very expensive mood ring.
I'll take it from here.
It's not a mood ring. It maps the motions
to better convert brain activity into commands.
- If you think about it, it said... - Fargo, look at the screen.
Yeah, you can take it from here.
My thoughts exactly.
Taggart's your world-renowned vet ?
Graduated magna from the University of Melbourne.
I thought you were a cryptozoologist.
Well, the study of unknown species is more of a hobby.
Which means he knows more about animals than any normal vet.
Which means he knows more about pretend animals.
I can't fix this.
Okay, let's take him to a real doctor.
I said "I" can't fix it.
But my little friend can.
You've made friends with sand now ?
Not sand, nanoids.
Remember Carl Carlson ?
We've been able to reverse engineer
some of his discoveries on cellular regeneration
and adapt them to nanotechnology
Normally, I'm opposed to animal testing. But in this case...
I'll make an exception.
So you gonna treat Low Jack with itsy-bitsy robots ?
They've been programmed to analyze and mimic biological structures
such as bone, tissue and hair.
They're activated and controled by ultralow frequency radio signals.
Man, that's a little creepy.
Told you he was good.
Their programming's simple.
Repair and replicate just like human cells.
They'll serve as sort of a living band-aid until his tissus can heal.
I assume I can trust you to let Low Jack go once he's healed.
There's no sport in catching him in this condition.
Scout's honor.
There are no scouts in Australia.
Oh, yeah, there are.
And believe me.
In the outback, you'll learn how to do a lot more than tie knots.
I could tell you stories.
Prefer you didn't. Just take care of the dog.
Will do, Sheriff.
- See ya, Jo. - Later, Tag.
Tag ?
- Shut up. - Tag.
Shut up.
I've got you now, my furry friend.
All the years you've tormented me.
Mocked me.
Yeah, look who's laughing now.
All right.
Truce, then.
But just till you're up and about.
- Dr. Stark ? - Kinda busy, Larry.
You having any computer problems ?
Not till now.
Yeah, oh.
You should probably get that mole checked.
- Could be a melanoma. - Do you need something, Larry ?
I picked up a computer glitch in this area.
It may require shutting down sections
of the mainframe to isolate the problem.
I'll need your authorization.
It's always somethin'.
Just pray it's not the Lorena Bobbitt virus.
I'm sorry ?
Turns your hard drive into a 3 1/2-inch floppy.
- Guess I'll get to it, then. - Please.
Lorena Bobbitt virus.
Kills me every time.
I still remember our first encounter.
Here we go.
Ironic that animal testing created you.
Now it's saved you.
But for a dog with a 130 I.Q.,
you should know to watch out for cars.
Need to pay closer attention, mate.
You'll wind up dead.
That's how I've survived all these years.
Attention to detail.
What the--
How'd you get in here ?
I'm telling you, Fargo, it's not working.
It keeps bringing up stuff I'm not even looking for.
Like what ?
What difference does that make ?
The subconscious is extremely open to suggestion.
When I first tried it out, it kept bringing up Buffy fan sites.
Which I'm totally not into.
Even on a subconscious level.
Am I interrupting something ?
Actually, Dr. Stark and I were just discussing...
Not even remotely.
If you're here to invite me to the Lise Meitner dance,
I might still be available.
Okay. You are not here to invite me to the dance.
No.
What's in the envelope ?
I see you've signed them.
I just thought that, seeing where we are right now...
that, hum... maybe it was time.
O kay.
I mean, unless you think that...
I think we should've done this a long time ago.
I've just gotten so busy, sometimes
little things get lost in the shuffle.
Little things, right.
And with everything that's happened between you and Carter...
This has nothing to do with Carter.
Well.
I'll just put them in your box when I'm done.
Fine.
I guess that's it, then.
Unless there's something else you needed.
No.
I think I got what I came for.
Remember, Jo, call me in two minutes.
Not a second more.
Hey !
What are you doing here ?
Helping set up for the dance.
- What are you doing here ? - Sound check.
For ?
The finale.
I represent the band.
You represent the band ?
Spencer. Yeah, he's actually a really good musician.
Groundbreaking beats, like Moby meets Devo.
Moby... Devo...
Spencer ?
No, not feelin' it.
We're still working on a stage name.
But I have him booked Monday nights at Café Diem.
And I'm working on a deal with iTunes.
And, as his manager, I get 15%.
And what's he get ?
Well, nothing so far. But...
Jack.
- Hey, Henry. - How you doing ?
- Good. How you doing ? - All right.
So you got roped into this too, huh ?
This is Eureka's most important event of the year.
Are you really here to help set up ?
Yeah. Absolutely. I'd like nothing more.
In that case, and on behalf of Lise Meitner,
I thank you.
And if I knew who that was, that might mean something.
She was an Austrian physicist who discovered nuclear fission.
Which then led to the invention of the atomic bomb.
Well, by all means, let's celebrate that.
Meitner refused to work on the bomb, Dad.
Tonight's dance is a tribute to her ingenuity,
not what others chose to do with it. Her passion for exploration,
her commitment to bettering the world
is the ideal Eureka is meant to strive to meet.
That's what we're celebrating.
And celebrate we shall.
Check out the subwoofer on this bad boy.
That little thing ?
Hey, bigger isn't necessarily better.
Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.
The next sound you'll hear is me blowin' your minds.
You said mind or eardrums ?
Moby.
Devo.
Hey, partner, what's up ?
Hey, Allison. No, I was expecting someone...
else. Yeah.
What ?
Seriously ?
Yeah, yeah, I'll be right there.
Sorry, everybody. I can't stay and help. Duty calls.
Your dad is the worst liar.
Well, luckily, I take after my mother.
Larry called security, but they only caught part of the call.
What did he say ?
"Nice." The rest was garbled.
- That's it ? - That's it.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
What ?
It's really creepy in there.
That's some really sharp police work, Carter.
Sure he didn't just go out for a smoke or to his car for a nap ?
Carter.
Some people need their afternoon nap. Like me, for example.
- Carter. - It's well documented, Allison.
A siesta works.
It increases worker satisfaction and productivity,
and it is a dying art.
- Napping is not an art. - You haven't seen me nap.
- I take it to a whole new level. - Stop stalling and get in the tunnel.
I'd be more effective with the proper amount of rest. That's all I'm saying.
Sheriff.
I heard about Larry.
And I'm coming with you.
Not that I don't enjoy your company, but why ?
He's one of my dearest friends.
Really ? Are we talking about the same Larry ?
Just because you choose not to fraternize
with the support staff doesn't mean others don't.
Which is your loss.
Because Larry happens to be a very sensitive guy.
You wanna try out one of your new toys, don't you ?
I...
I got a new G.P.S. locator and night-vision goggles.
I brought me hand-me-downs for you.
Lucky me.
Watch your head.
See anything ?
I'm in a long dark tunnel. Not really.
Yeah.
That's because you don't have ultra-infrared vision goggles.
Got me there.
Not like Larry to leave his post.
I've a bad feeling.
Given where we are, I have a bad feeling.
About ten more feet, we should hit a junction.
- We can split up there. - Whoa, hang on.
Fine, you baby.
We'll stick together.
But it's far more efficient if we split up.
Taggart, shut up.
You shut up.
Just listen.
What is that ?
Sounds insectoid.
Is that even a word ?
Yeah, I think so.
- What's that ? - I don't know.
But it got Larry.
We're going to need more firepower.
Gopher Carter.
Hey, you guys need to come back. We have a problem.
Yeah, more than one.
A person is missing. We found his equipment in the service tunnel.
I don't care if I'm missing.
You don't go poking around a billion dollar mainframe without asking me.
And you do not send a cop and a glorified vet
into the brain of Global Dynamics without following protocol.
They're not even wearing cleansuits.
Well, Larry's still missing. What do you propose we do about it ?
I don't care what you do.
Just do not compromise the safety of this facility while you do it.
Look, I didn't want to go in there in the first place.
What is that ?
It's my threshold for incompetence.
Looks like a melanoma.
Get out.
Your hubby's in a mood.
He's not my hubby anymore.
I know, I know, he's your estranged husband.
No, I gave him the divorce papers to sign.
Which is why he's in the mood.
- Seriously ? - Seriously.
I'm just gonna go check on the pooch. Call me if you need me, Sheriff.
Yeah, I'll do that.
Are you okay ?
Yeah, let's just focus on Larry.
Sure. We'll start with the security footage,
and then we'll do a floor-by-floor sweep.
If he's in the building, we'll find him.
I'm fine.
There you are.
People are looking for you.
Lowjack ?
How'd you get out of your cage ?
I told 'em they were overreacting, but
you should probably tell 'em you're here.
Get back here, you mutt !
Where the hell did he go ?
Did you hear that ?
The last footage we have of Larry is entering the service corridor.
Then the abbreviated message. He never came out.
He must be in there somewhere.
I'm starting to wonder what else is down there with him.
I've got an idea.
Here's Lowjack, locked up in his cage.
But I just saw him up on Section 1.
Or at least I thought I did.
He gave me the slip.
That's the least of our problems.
You lost your nano-bugs ?
I didn't lose them. They escaped.
- Where did they go ? - Could they have gone there ?
- That's where Larry went. Taggart. - I don't know how they got out.
They were in deactivated sleep mode.
It's not in their programming to initiate commands.
Well, can't you use your remote control thingie and make 'em march home ?
I tried that. They're not responding. I think they must be out of range.
Then you need to get within range.
Inside the many miles of dark creepy service tunnels. That's great.
They can't get too far.
The E.M. umbrella will keep them inside Global.
What's that ?
Global Dynamics is protected by an electromagnetic barrier.
It prevents anyone from broadcasting
any non-secured signals out or sending them in.
The nanoids can't breach the barrier without frying their circuitry.
We just need to get within range of the remote control.
- You better get to it, then. - Where are you going ?
To tell Nathan I want to lock the facility down.
The less area they have to move around in,
the faster we'll be able to catch them.
Dr. Stark.
Is there something I can help you with ?
Dr. Stark, what are you doing ?
Why are you deactivating the E.M. barrier ?
Dr. Stark ? No, no, no !
Where is he ?
This is Allison Blake.
I need to initiate security protocol lockdown, level three.
Dr. Stark is unavailable. This is my call.
What was that ?
Lockdown.
That's comforting, considering we're stuck down here.
E.M. burst gun, just in case.
- Just in case what ? - Mm-hmm, exactly.
These nanoids... how many are we looking at, exactly ?
I dunno.
They're programmed to self-replicate,
using any available source of carbon as fuel.
Well, where do they get the carbon ? Is, uh, computer stuff ? Piping ?
No, carbon's in anything living.
- I'm something living. - So am I.
This just gets better and better.
Nathan, where have you been ?
There's a situation. Escaped nanotechnology.
I had to put us on lockdown. Carter and Taggart are searching now.
Okay, please don't give me the silent treatment.
It's obvious that you're upset with me. You know, I'm upset, too.
Why don't we just talk about it ?
Some indication of how you're feeling would be nice.
That would be an indication.
Nathan.
Why is your skin so cold ?
You hear that ?
I've got something.
- Yeah ? - We're getting closer.
I think we're there.
- What is it ? - It's...
their carbon source.
It's Larry.
Or what's left of him.
No.
You know, if you have that nanoid remote control handy,
now would be a really good time to use it.
Anytime.
I don't know how to say this.
- It's not working ? - That's how.
Yeah.
Getting movement.
Where ?
Right...
there.
Lowjack ?
That's not Lowjack.
There will never be enough showers for me to feel clean again.
Did you know that was gonna happen ?
Absolutely not.
Maybe a bit.
Get the hell off me !
What... stop...
Nathan, what's wrong with you ? Nathan, stop it.
Nathan.
Nathan, stop it.
Yeah.
That wasn't Nathan.
What the hell was that thing ?
Things. Taggart's nanoids can apparently make copies of us now.
You've gotta be kidding me.
No, they're on a binge. We found Larry.
- Or what's left of him. - He's dead ?
Devoured. And they're using his body as a carbon source.
Then where's the real Nathan ?
Caution. Electromagnetic barrier is disengaging.
Dead or alive, we have to find him.
We will. I promise. How do these things work ?
I mean, one is harmless, but a million can eat Larry ?
It's called distributed computing.
Each individual nanoid is like a brain cell.
The more there are, the smarter they become.
They communicate with each other over very low frequencies
and share the thinking workload.
Yeah, but they're just tiny computers, right ?
I mean, they run off of program ?
Right. Repair and replicate.
- So they need fuel. - Exactly.
- Excellent. - So that's what it was gonna do ?
Take my carbon and run around looking like me ?
I don't think so. I mean, the nano-Stark kissed you, right ?
I mean, kissing. That can't be a part of their program.
No, but it shows their exponential leap in intelligence.
And a great taste in women.
No, it knew it was me. I could feel it.
Okay.
So Stark is the key, and...
that monitor in his office is still working,
which means he's still alive.
You're right. They just found him in Section 3.
- Where is he ? - The master control room.
Thank God. Open the door.
He's locked himself inside.
No, he's locked us outside, or...
one of him has. You gotta get this door open. What's in this room ?
The computer mainframe.
Would the security system be in there ?
And the E.M. barrier. He could turn it off.
Not without help. Even with the codes, it has to be shut down manually
from three different entry points by someone with full security clearance.
Someone like Stark ?
- We're good. - All right. Back me up.
Man.
This is really bad.
They've got Dr. Stark at exit 5.
Wait... exit 7. And exit 9.
- Those are the shutoff points. - They're making a break for it.
The E.M. barrier's down.
There's nothing to prevent them leaving the building.
Sir, all exit points have been breached.
We have multiple Starks outside of the building.
And I thought one Stark was bad.
There's no stopping them now.
We have to find them.
They're replicating exponentially.
You know the program. What kind of numbers are we talking about ?
By this time tomorrow, there could be thousands. Next week, millions.
Millions of Starks ? That's horrible to think about.
Well, we obviously can't wait that long.
Okay, weapons. What do you have that can knock 'em out ?
The reverse guns are short-range. We'll never get all of them.
- Do you have anything bigger ? - Aside from a nuclear bomb, no.
- You have a nuclear bomb ? - I didn't say that.
Sound the warning system. Eureka's on lockdown.
No one goes outside until every Stark is stopped.
Yes, ma'am.
Carter ?
That's the answer.
- What ? - Stark.
I think we've established that, mate.
No, I mean, why replicate Stark ?
Why not Larry or the IT worker, or Lowjack ?
They found the perfect specimen. You're not going back to dogs after that.
- But he's not perfect. - Have you seen his abs ? Damn close.
My point is we can't stop every Stark out there.
But we can stop the one Stark in here.
Well, every minute we're looking for him, they're out there multiplying.
But if we can find the original, if we can find Nathan,
then maybe we can figure out a connection.
Well, where do we start to look ?
I know. I know. Don't even say.
I never, ever want to come down here again.
Looks like they've all gone.
Well, he's gotta be in here somewhere.
At this rate, it could take us all day.
Yeah.
Hang on. I'm getting something.
More nanoids ?
A different signal.
Dead ahead.
And it's not moving.
Here we go.
There he is. Stark !
He's still alive.
The last thing I remember was Larry attacking me.
And after that, it's all a dream.
I mean, one minute I'm kissing Allison, and then next...
I was a dog.
I think somehow your dreams are becoming reality,
and I think it has something to do with that little glowing mole thingy.
Neural interface system.
Transmits my thought commands directly to the computer network.
Is it possible that the signals got crossed ?
Gonna kill Fargo.
Get back here.
How was I supposed to know that my Mental Mouse
and Taggart's nano-bugs shared the same frequency ?
Okay, so turn it off. Problem solved.
No, wait.
What ? We need to sever the connection.
Well, unless it's our only connection. I mean, think about it.
Your doubles are still out there, and they're no longer responding
to Taggart's remote control. So that gizmo
might be our only way of reaching them.
Your thoughts, your subconscious thoughts, your dreams must have been
transmitted into their programming.
Okay, so they're responding to the last command
that they got before the signal went weak ?
In theory, yeah.
Okay.
What was the overall theme of your last dream ?
Come on, Stark. This is no time to be bashful.
Well, there was some wish fulfillment, fantasies in there.
Like ?
Allie.
And some other stuff.
I need specifics.
The usual. Power, success, control over...
everything.
You dream about world domination ?
Not all the time.
Yeah, Gopher Carter.
Everyone's off the streets, except a whole lot of Nathan Starks.
You may wanna get down here. Over.
- How many ? - Too many to count. Over.
We're working on it. Hang tight.
10-4.
So, assuming that we can contact these things through Stark...
What do we do ?
Stop them from communicating with each other.
They'd be reduced to single cells. No threat at all.
So how do we do that ?
Interference. A loud enough low-frequency blast of sound.
Uh, we... something below human hearing.
Say in the two Hertz range.
Two Hertz ?
To generate any volume, you'd need a massive speaker
at least eight feet in diameter.
No.
Bigger's not always better. Come on.
We're running out of time. You sit here. Allison, you ready ?
I still don't understand what we're doing.
Good. You four, I need you to go in the booth, shut it, lock it,
wait for my signal. Thanks, Henry.
Come on guys.
I need you to focus on bringing 'em here.
Focus, Nathan.
Command them with your mind.
Summon them with your will. Conjure them with...
Seriously ?
Sorry.
Just concentrate.
It's not working. I can tell it's not working.
He's too focused.
His rational mind's overruling his subconscious.
All ego. No id.
Hey.
You are a stupid, selfish,
egomaniacal sack of crap, and I am astonished
that you've gotten as far as you have.
Coming from you, that's a compliment.
Okay, slight change of plan.
Well, it's good to know the fate of the world depend on your last one.
Hey, Spencer, could you play something...
romantic ?
No problem.
We're gonna serenade them into submission now ?
Just sit and watch.
May I have this dance ?
Right place, very wrong time.
Just roll with it. Might be our last chance.
Could, maybe, I lead ?
I'm sorry. It's habit.
Have I ever told you how amazing you are ?
No.
You're strong.
Independent.
And smarter than ten women put together.
And I think another ten times as beautiful.
That's really flattering. I...
Just realized what you're doing.
I mean every word.
What I'm about to do...
I do for God and country.
Very cute.
All right, you can stop. It's not working.
It's working.
I said, you can give it a rest.
It's having absolutely no effect.
They're coming your way, Carter.
I repeat, they're headed your way. Do you copy ?
Hello ?
- It worked. - Yeah.
No, no, no. They're coming.
Yeah, right.
I hope you have a plan.
I look thirsty.
Oh, my God. Look at all of them.
- It's a miracle. - Wait for it.
- We don't have that much longer. - Few more seconds. Wait !
They're all inside, Carter.
Now, Spencer, now !
Dr. Stark, are you all right ?
Fargo, never, ever,
ever mess with my cerebral cortex...
again.
No more with mine.
Okay, we'll get the wraps over here, please.
And, fruit, come with me, please.
You okay ? Good, good, good.
- Having a good time ? - Great.
I think we'll drop some fruit here, please.
You know, I hate to admit it, but Spencer's pretty good.
The kid's my ticket.
The kid's your ticket ?
- Way to be supportive. - Ok...
You're gonna be your own ticket.
Think Vincent's outdone himself, huh ?
You've outdone yourself.
- What ? - Allison.
- It was quite a kiss. - It was just for show.
Just to make Stark angry.
Do I look that naive ?
Honest, it was nothing to worry about.
I'm not worried. I'm...
I mean, I'm not happy, either. But...
I don't know. I mean...
maybe it's time.
It's not like you and Mom are gonna get back together.
Just...
don't ever make out in front of me again.
Thanks.
What do you think ?
- It's nice. - Nice ?
Well, with this crowd, I expected, you know,
a little more than centerpieces and linen napkins.
That sounds like you're starting to get used to this crowd.
Spencer !
Ready ?
Only in Eureka.
Guess that kiss made him realize what he was missing, eh, Sheriff ?
Yeah, I guess.
No explaining some relationships.
You look unbelievable.
Thank you.
Do you... wanna... dance ?
I'd be honored.
Hey, buddy.
Looks like it's just you and me, huh ?
That is...
the real you, isn't it ?
Never mind.
I don't wanna know.
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