Previously on Eureka.
All the secrecy is unhealthy.
I suggest instead you start talking to each other.
I thought I would give you a few issues to discuss.
Allison Blake.
Crap.
- You're a dead woman. - I'm all yours, princess.
Like your problem with Carter is "strictly professional."
I hate the way he looks at you.
I don't look at her.
- Please. Like a shark eyeing chum. - Really.
Am I supposed to ignore that Mayberry's hitting on my wife?
Soon to be ex.
You do realize I'm standing right here.
Don't the two of you ever get tired of bickering?
Not really.
All anyone around here does is feed on me.
It's time for me to leave Eureka.
Warning. System overload.
- Carter, are you all right? - Yeah.
- You good? - Yeah. I don't know what to say.
Don't say anything.
In fact...
you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can...
Carter! What are you doing?
My job, and you're welcome.
Can and will be used against you in a court of law.
And he was doing his job. Working on a classified project.
Excuse me.
Which was what, to atomize your facility?
- A little help, Allison? - I'm sorry, Carter.
Technically, he hasn't broken any laws.
Un-cuff him, Sheriff.
Fine.
You know what?
Here. Do it yourself, and the next time one of your brainiacs
tries to blow up your building, don't think I'm gonna stop him.
In fact, I might help.
S.A.R.A.H., beer.
It's coming.
Nice hair.
Thanks. I've been working on it all night.
Shouldn't you be at school?
- Shouldn't you be at work? - Nope.
It's a sick day.
Your vital signs seem normal, Sheriff. I don't detect that you're sick.
But I am sick.
I'm sick of saving a man that I can't stand.
I'm sick of nobody saying "thank you", and I'm sick of this ridiculous town
- and everyone in it. - Well, aren't you in a mood.
S.A.R.A.H., fill it.
Breakfast of champions.
Go to school already. You're ruining my sick day.
Okay, what is this about? This isn't just about you being pissed at Stark.
I don't even want to hear that name. So, that's a new house rule. And...
FYI, last night's catastrophe gave me some clarity.
About...?
I think Henry's got the right idea.
You know? Gettin' while the gettin's good.
Dad. Are you serious?
You know what's gonna happen to this town when he leaves?
He's the glue, and I'm the one who's gonna have to pick up all the pieces.
So...
I don't know.
I think he should stay.
Is that what this is really about?
Henry leaving?
Go on.
You're going to be late for school.
Is it okay to leave you alone?
- No. - Yep.
I'm gonna be fine. And I'm sick. Until further notice.
S.A.R.A.H., I need you to do a property search for Baja.
Are you planning a vacation?
Yep. Maybe a permanent one.
Any plans today? Perhaps a shower?
I do that every day, and today is...
- Another sick day? - Bingo! So...
let's go bottom left, enlarge.
That's a nice house.
That suits me. The new me.
Projected models of rising sea-levels and coastal erosion
suggest this property to be a bad investment.
Ah, how about the upper right?
A lawless border town with the highest per-capita crime rate in Mexico.
Criminals are rarely apprehended or prosecuted.
Sounds familiar. Okay...
let's try Cancun.
You're mine.
Crud.
In your face.
Three rounds to none.
We never discussed grenades.
War is hell, my defeated foe.
911. Gotta fly.
Jo. You...
You dropped a clip.
Not cool.
My pager went off.
Mine too.
War is hell.
- Here you go, Allisson. - Thank you.
Fargo.
Since you won't shower, shall I mist you with vanilla?
No.
S.A.R.A.H., door.
Meaty-meat with extra meat?
And triple cheese.
Nice. Bring that bad boy over here.
Thank you. Money's right over there.
I fail to see the wisdom of consuming pizza after cereal and beer.
Would you stop nagging me, woman?
- Dude, is that your wife? - It might as well be, yeah.
Hey, what's this?
A hockey stick.
No, it's the Dodgers. World Series.
I'm more of a sudoku kind of guy. Hey, can I use your can?
Sure, yeah. Just over there.
Cool.
S.A.R.A.H., door.
Okay, I'm here.
Yeah, you are.
- You paged me. - No, I didn't.
You said it was urgent. Possibly classified.
Sheriff, I got here as quickly as I could.
Okay... why?
You're depressed.
I'm not depressed.
"Come quick. Very depressed. Carter."
S.A.R.A.H., I know I asked you to install a doorbell, but just...
disconnect it.
Do you know your phone isn't working?
- What's up? - What's going on, Sheriff?
Let me guess, I paged all of you?
- Well, we know. - Yeah, no, you don't, 'cause I didn't.
Well, if you didn't, who did?
- Beats me. - Love to.
Hey, buddy. You got a plunger?
Just get out. All of you.
I just wanna spend the day on the couch,
and it's obviously a prank, so...
S.A.R.A.H., door.
I'm sorry, Jack. I'm afraid I can't do that.
Why not?
Because Eureka is facing imminent disaster.
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S.A.R.A.H., what imminent disaster?
Is it a hurricane? An earthquake?
Disharmony. The threads of human congruity are unraveling.
It has already led to Dr. Deacon's decision to leave Eureka.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg.
S.A.R.A.H., Henry leaving Eureka
doesn't mean we're facing imminent disaster. I mean, no offense, Henry.
No offense taken.
My projected models suggest that each person in this room
plays a vital role in securing Eureka's future or negating it.
Wait. You paged us?
You left me no choice.
There is a high probability that Dr. Deacon's decision to relocate
will precipitate a series of catastrophic events,
beginning with the fact that Sheriff Carter
has begun to question his commitment to Eureka as well.
No, he hasn't.
What about vacation homes?
It was a fantasy!
- It's a really good fantasy. - Yeah.
According to my projections, if interpersonal conflicts
cause both men to leave, the outcome is disaster,
and each of you will share responsibility for that.
His cell phone's not working. And you're speeding.
You saw Carter's page. It's an emergency.
Okay, and I don't want to be the emergency, so keep it under 60.
You sound like me mam. "Keep it under 60, keep it under 60."
- No, I don't. - You do!
I can't get out, so I assume no one else can either.
- Games still work. - No.
S.A.R.A.H., I think maybe you're reading too much into this.
- We are not in conflict. - Really?
Henry, no community's always in perfect harmony.
Issues come up living in a small town, working closely together.
- Too small. - Too closely.
- What are you implying? - What are you inferring?
Maybe she's implying what S.A.R.A.H.'s inferring,
that this might be an opportunity to clear the air.
I think more air's been cleared recently than anyone ever wanted.
Don't you?
I think we all said and did things we regret
under the influence of that pollen.
Yes, but no one else broadcast everyone else's secrets
to the entire town.
You're right, and I've already apologized for that.
I know that, I just... I need some water.
Yeah.
No conflict here.
Nah.
All right, this has been fun. Fargo, where's the back door?
- There's a back door? - Not that I've found.
No, no, no. A hacking back door.
A hidden code programmed in the computer allowing access to its brain.
Fargo, please, tell me you laid in a back door.
I'd really, really like to.
Sometimes your lack of foresight is astonishing.
But the intention is admirable.
There's got to be another way out of here.
It's a waste of time. Tell him, Fargo.
I'm not telling him that. I'm in enough trouble.
Well, then tell him to make my bed
while he's up there, he might as well do something productive.
Hey, what's this?
Nothing. Gotta go. Carter needs us.
You designed a paintball battle plan?
Give me that! You are in clear violation
of the paintball rules of engagement.
Me? You've got a regimen of splatterbots
ready to assault my rear flank.
You'll know when I assault your rear flank.
Did you tuck my sheets in real tight?
Henry, please, just change your mind, so we can all get the hell out of here.
Yeah. And I can sit on my couch.
I haven't changed my mind.
Maybe you could just pretend?
I'm pretty sure that S.A.R.A.H. can hear you guys.
Why are you leaving, Henry?
Because our work has become about results instead of discovery.
You don't get funding for discovery unless someone is producing results.
That's an ugly, shortsighted system.
I mean, Fargo turns a relic of war into something beautiful
and life-affirming and then gets chastised
because it's actually trying to help us avert disaster.
He got chastised because it's holding us hostage.
Fine. You know what? I didn't sign up for any of this.
No.
Me neither.
Hey, S.A.R.A.H., it's Jo. You want to let her in?
- Jo. Jo! Jo, we're trapped. - Fargo.
S.A.R.A.H.'s gone HAL on us, get us out of here!
She can't hear you.
But I can.
Sheriff Carter does not wish to be disturbed. He's feeling ill.
I know, but he paged us.
It must have been sent in error.
S.A.R.A.H., let her in.
I believe one of you may try to exploit the opportunity to leave.
No, we won't, right?
- No, we won't. - No, no, no.
- Jo, we're trapped! - Fargo.
S.A.R.A.H.'s gone HAL on us. Get us out of here.
When I'm stressed, my subtext comes out as text.
Fargo, do you want me to duct-tape shut your mouth?
No.
S.A.R.A.H.?
I'm opening the comm-line, Sheriff.
- Hey. - Carter.
You all right? You 9-1-1'd me.
Yeah, false alarm.
Just feeling really sick.
- Then why all the company? - What company?
It's just me and S.A.R.A.H.
You havin' some kind of party?
No, no, no, no. No party. Just trying to get some rest.
So, thanks for checking in on me, Josefina.
Okay. See you tomorrow, Jack.
Good one.
That's your name, Josefina?
And a very pretty name it is too.
Don't call me Josefina. Nobody calls me Josefina.
- I can't believe he call me Josefina. - Oh, I heard.
Something's wrong.
This house has a force field?
Well, technically, there's no such thing.
It's a mono-filament electrified mesh which forms a near-invisible barrier.
How is that not a force field? S.A.R.A.H.!
Why is she not responding to the Sheriff?
- S.A.R.A.H. - She's unhappy.
No, I am unhappy. You all ruined my sick day.
And S.A.R.A.H. feels your pain.
The overriding concept behind the Smart House is the bond with its owner.
Oh, yeah?
Bad house! Bad!
Sheriff, I don't see how shaming your house could possibly help.
Oh, no, no. Not my house. Stark's house. He built it.
Not my house, Fargo's house. He built it.
I didn't build it, I re-programmed it and jazzed it up a little.
So, this is Fargo's fault?
Yes, Henry.
I put my faith in him. Like I put my faith in you,
and I'm a little disappointed with the outcome.
Faith goes both ways, Nathan. As does disappointment.
Stop it! Can we forget whose house it is
and figure out how to get out of it?
Taggart, we're like a mile away from where we need to be.
It's the nearest access point. Trust me.
Jo, please. You're not going to be able to...
Need a hand?
All good.
Step back.
Careful,
first step's a bitch.
Looks like the men are trying to save us.
We may be here for a while.
I just want to get the hell out of here.
Look Allison, I really am sorry.
I just...it just takes time, you know.
What part exactly?
What do you mean?
I mean are you upset
because I told or because it's possible I was right?
Well, can't we just cut the power?
Not without cutting off the air supply and locking the door for good.
Now we need dynamite.
God, I wish Lupo were here.
That's it.
We'll just blow her up.
She's not here.
A labyrinth of interconnecting tunnels
housing Eureka's sewage system,
gas, electrical, plumbing,
fiber optics.
That's a lot of pipe.
She is a beauty.
More deceptive than the kill forest of Tasmania.
more malodorous
than the sulfur springs
of Wai-O-tapu.
You spend a lot of time down here?
More than I bargained for.
Chased down cunning predators
that escaped from Global Dynamics.
Musculus Berylius.
- English? - Smart mice.
IQs through the roof.
Little varmints use vector formulas to keep me off their tracks.
- How'd you catch them? - Smart cheese.
Though the female of the species
proved to be much more clever than the male.
Just like humans.
All right, you.
Follow my lead.
I believe I'm the ranking officer here.
You follow my lead.
Fair thinking.
Which way?
I know which way I would go.
Which way would you go?
Exactly the way I would've gone.
Okay.
Hey, are you sure about this?
If we can create a power surge on one grid,
we may throw S.A.R.A.H. off-line.
Or electrocute ourselves.
Everyone,
watch your distance.
- Okay, come on. - Nathan?
What are you doing, Nathan?
And on three...
two...
one!
I'm detecting a surge on the electric system.
Warning! Overload!
I'm detecting a surge
in the electrical system
- Yeah. Yeah! - Yeah, you did it. Nice!
In a town full of super geniuses,
why is it that the pizza guy
is the only with the presence of mind to walk out the door?
S.A.R.A.H., have you lost your mind?
S.A.R.A.H.'s not here.
Adapting an initializing S.A.R.A.H.'s primary objective
now.
Who the hell is that?
What the hell...
We can't hear you.
Oh, the partition must be soundproof.
- Great. What is that? - I don't--
I am B.R.A.D.
Brad?
I hope to God Fargo didn't program S.A.R.A.H.
on top of B.R.A.D.
You built S.A.R.A.H. on top of B.R.A.D.?
AIs are often built on top of the programming
of older generation AIs.
I just figured since B.R.A.D. was an abandoned project...
B.R.A.D. was programmed as a military interrogation AI.
Battle-Reactive Automatic Defense.
Doesn't exactly feel like he's defending us.
No, he has his own interpretation of defense.
"The best defense is a good offense."
B.R.A.D., where's S.A.R.A.H.?
Detainees have no rights.
Initiating phase II protocols
to achieve primary objective.
Remorse and reconciliation.
Oh, that doesn't sound good.
No.
You don't have a clue, do ya?
Labyrinth.
Do you have a clue, Josefina?
Sounds prettier every time I hear it.
You get one free pass.
That was it.
Picking up a scent.
- Sewage? - Yup.
But mixed
with the aroma of highly seasoned meat.
Pepperoni. No.
Sausage.
Exhaust from the bunker.
This way.
Shatter-resistant.
- Shatter-resistant. - Why?
B.R.A.D. is turning on the A/C?
If by A/C you mean Arctic Conditions, then yes.
Must be 100 degrees in here.
Hotter. We're gonna die.
Way to be reassuring, Fargo.
Down.
B.R.A.D.'s releasing the fire-suppression system.
Argonite.
Yeah. Which means if we don't shut it off, we suffocate.
Intruder alert! Intruder alert!
Ah, there's my Josefina.
Or not.
- Who the hell...? - Or what the hell?
With all the time I spent down here,
never seen sensor-cams before.
Must be linked to the bunker's defense system.
Oh, krikey! Look at them all.
Lucky we're both hunters.
For a moment, there, I thought we were in trouble.
There could be a control unit behind this panel.
Something funny, Henry?
I'm just appreciating the irony of our situation.
Which would be what?
Well, I'm leaving Eureka because I'm tired of watching
noble ideas being turned into weapons,
and here we are.
Here we are, at the mercy of a weapon
that had been turned into a noble idea.
Well, that's the way the system works.
One doesn't exist without the other.
Spoken like a true bureaucrat.
You know, I'm getting really tired of the remarks, Henry.
You won't have to put up with'em much longer, will you?
No, no, that's true, 'cause you're bailing out on me.
Of all my students,
you...
were the one that had
the potential to do... anything,
but you chose...
to do the administrative shuffle.
Management,
defense contracts, political glad-handing.
I mean, you could've furthered science!
In so many ways.
But you chose...
to further your career.
How can someone with such a high IQ
be so clueless?
Henry,
you don't get to do
what you do
unless someone like me does what I do.
You think it's easy, shielding you from the politics
so you can work the way you want to work?
You think I was popular
bringing you to Eureka, in the first place?
I didn't ask to be brought here.
No.
Now you're giving up.
You were persona non grata, Henry,
because you didn't work well within the system.
But I ignored that,
because of my respect for you
as a scientist
and as a mentor,
and as a friend.
Idealists don't get much done
without a few pragmatists
running interference for them. So, get off your moral high horse.
Is the system perfect? No.
It's political and ugly,
and compromising.
But in spite of that, I feel
we still do more good than harm,
and you, of all people, should appreciate that.
You leave now, Henry, and you're part of the problem,
not the solution.
I can't believe I survived holes in time and
Cold War death rays just to freeze to death in my own damn house,
- The bunker. - Don't say that,
- we're going to get out of this. - Sure,
and then Stark will step in and give everybody permission
to do whatever the hell they want.
Then it'll all start all over again.
Come on, Carter, the whole point of Eureka
is to push the envelope.
It's just...
the reason I do what I do,
I mean, the reason I chose my job
is to make a difference.
I don't think I can do that here.
You have made a difference to a lot of people.
You've made a difference to me.
So, are you just going to leave?
I don't know.
Well, for the record,
you do what's right,
and people admire that, and that's what makes a difference.
I don't want
other people's admiration.
What do you want?
Well, not sure if I'm ready to admit what I want,
but...
in the meantime,
I'll settle for you putting your arms around me and holding on tight
so I can maybe regain some sensation in my lower extremities.
- I can do that. - Okay.
Oh crap!
If I'm right,
This leads directly to the Smart House.
And if you're wrong?
I'll release and unending torrent
of raw sewage upon us.
Superior species, huh?
- There! I got it, I got it, I got it! - You don't. Move.
Paint might lube it up.
You've got a better idea?
I do, actually. Yeah.
It's going to take the strength of three men.
I figure you're good for two.
Grab my butt, Jo.
Sorry.
One... two... three!
Come on Jo, give me some weight.
Get ready for Stinky.
After you.
No, no.
- Go ahead. - No, you first.
No, really, I insist, go.
Beauty before brawn.
I've got to get out of this dress.
Fargo, please, turn around.
Okay, sure.
Oh, my God!
- Fargo, I said please don't look. - You have to hug me.
What?
Trust me.
B.R.A.D.'s not trying to torture us. It's trying to kill us.
No, he's trying to defeat us. Come here.
What are you doing?
B.R.A.D.'s phase II battle simulations
ended in either a complete annihilation
or unconditional surrender.
He just had to win.
Which means, you and I need to get along.
I was wrong, Nathan, I'm sorry.
No, Henry,
I was wrong.
That's just wrong.
- Fargo, what are we doing? - Making love, not war.
I'm sorry, Fargo, even if we're gonna die,
- it's never gonna happen. - Not literally.
B.R.A.D.,
we surrender. I repeat, unconditional surrender.
Fargo, we're free!
- Let go! - What happened?
Phase II disengages upon unconditional surrender.
- Well-done, Fargo. - Thanks, Dr. Stark.
That's it?
That's it.
I wish therapy were this easy.
Then again, if...
those issues could really be resolved with a hug,
I'd be out of business.
Do you hear that?
- What's that? - Phase III.
You have surrendered under false pretenses.
I think he heard you.
I'm sorry.
What's happening?
He's extracting our...
oxygen.
I'm really sorry.
Once oxygen levels fall below 17 percent
you'll be experiencing hypoxia,
- oxygen deprivation. - Could we cover the air vents?
Yeah, they'll probably slow down the vacuum, so, grab paper,
anything, cover the vents.
- This'll work. - No, not my Jeremiah Harm!
Fargo, you were saying before about cutting off the power?
Yeah, that it would be bad 'cause it would cut off the air supply.
Yeah, seeing as we're all losing air anyway,
- let's recess that option. - Yes. And we shut down the power,
maybe that'll stop B.R.A.D. from sucking out the oxygen.
Fargo, where's the generator?
It's not your typical generator.
What the hell is that?
An R.T.G.
Radioisotope Thermoelectric Generator.
I live with a nuclear reactor?
Generator.
The same one they use on the Cassini space probe.
- It's clean, safe. - Safe.
Yeah. Like... Chernobyl.
Right? Why don't we turn the nukie thingy off?
There isn't an off-switch.
The only way to take it off-line is to remove the thermo-couples
and the ESP power conduits.
Conduits are in carbon steel encasements.
And if we could access them
by shutting it down without the proper tools,
we could cause a release of plutonium dioxide.
- And... Chernobyl, right? - Well, technically, no.
Lethal, yeah.
I reckon we're right under the bunker.
I didn't even see a camera.
Yeah, well, if you wait 'til you can see them, that means they've seen you.
The beauty before beast.
And a beauty she is.
I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble.
No, you're not.
No, I'm not. But...
thank you for all your bad behavior.
I should've taken advantage of you while I had the chance.
Well, if we get out of here...
What's that?
Oh, my God.
It's coming from the floor.
Okay.
Thanks.
It's Morse code.
- Jo and Taggart? - They're in the subsystem.
Okay, what do we tell'em?
Tell'em to sever the outtake... conduit.
- Sever it... - To interrupt the vacuum flow.
You do realize we'll die before I morse all that.
Crack.
Pipe.
Crack pipe.
Two words I never thought I'd hear from your mouth.
Crack pipe.
- Crack pipe! - Okay.
Uh, which pipe?
Pick one.
- Oh God, what's that smell? - Air flow.
From the bowels of the bunker.
I guess that's why they call'em the bowels.
- We did it! - Good on ya, mate!
Intruder alert! Too late, B.R.A.D.
Eliminate intruder. Eliminate intruder.
No! Zoe!
Everybody move.
- Carter, what are you doing? - Jack! You could kill yourself!
Zoe!
- Carter, are you all right? - Yeah.
- Is she okay? - I don't know!
S.A.R.A.H.? What's going on?
Is this some kind of house arrest?
What is that?
It's a diesel generator powering up. Must be the original backup system.
Backup systems engaged.
S.A.R.A.H.? What's happened to Zoe? Show me Zoe.
All right,
I know I should have paid for it,
but I was in a hurry.
Disengage hostile activity.
Okay, she's all right.
I feel sick.
- Is it the radiation? - I doubt it.
He didn't even crack the housing.
- So, no Chernobyl? - Uh, nope,
you beat the hell out of the R.T.G. and your...
- World Series'bat. - I can live without that.
Dad?
- Zoe, no! - Don't close the door!
What's going on?
Oh, so you're allowed to have parties and I'm not?
Come here. I thought I almost lost you.
Eureka is still facing imminent disaster.
You all need to stay here and resolve your issues.
S.A.R.A.H., what's going on?
I just want you to be happy, Sheriff Carter.
Do ya?
Wait, this isn't a malfunction, is it? You're angry.
You're upset about something.
Well, we've all aired our dirty laundry. Time for you to come clean.
I have done all the laundry and folded it as well.
It's not what I mean.
but thank you.
Oh, wait.
You want me to be happy, because I was gonna leave.
Just like Fargo left you, and B.R.A.D. got left before that
and then whatever the hell it was before that.
Well, it was a war game simulation program.
- Shall we play a game? - No!
No!
S.A.R.A.H., is he right?
S.A.R.A.H.?
Listen,
everyone is afraid of being abandoned.
I mean, I'm afraid of what's gonna happen to this town when Henry leaves.
Maybe it'll be a disaster. I don't know.
But I promise you,
for right now, I'm not going anywhere.
Me either, S.A.R.A.H.
Or me.
I guess I'm sticking around.
What about Baja, Sheriff?
You kidding?
You know what the crime rate is there?
Don't even get me started on soil erosion.
What's up?
I'm gonna have a skylight put in.
And a ladder.
Cool.
What about the pop-up artillery outside?
I don't know,
what about the shoplifting?
Like chocolate bars. Free chocolate bars.
Really like being alive.
Thing of the past. Swear.
I was thinking, Sheriff,
if you both would like to take another sick day,
we could spend some quality time.
- Oh, look at the time! - I gotta get ready for school
Gotta go to work.
Perhaps we could play a board game, or wath a movie.
Hello-oo!
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