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- Just a normal day in Eureka.
- Day's not over yet.

Yeah, like that was gonna last.

Hello, 1947. Confused?
Let me clarify.

The five of us got transported back in time,

through some worm-hole 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 G.D. security.

Kevin, different,
much to Allison's surprise.

And Fargo, the head of Global Dynamics,
much to everyone's surprise.

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

but there's one crappy rule.

We can't tell anyone.

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

And I finally kissed Allison.

63 years ago.

Which complicated things a bit
when I found out that Tess never left.

Look at you, handsome.

Tess! You're not in Australia.

Yeah, that would be true.

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. Section three.
- Non-lethal. 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?
- 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 more
of a dog guy, but yeah, 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.
- Coming up.

- Okay, honey, come here.
- Okay.

I'll see you at home.

Kinda love the sound of that. Home.

Bye.

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 your fault. I already 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.

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.

- Have a good day.
- Good day.

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.

I'm so sorry.

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.

Looked 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.

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.

Dr. Fargo reminds you
to think Global at Dynamics.

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 R.S.S. neurochemically
induces feelings of serenity and trust.

A crowd beamed with the R.S.S.
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 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 t.C. 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?"

No.

"The nolweps are semi-operational."

No.

What's this doing out here?

Blinking.

And beeping.

At least it works.

Jo?

Someone?

Anyone?

Help.

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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.

The mantel's for mickey mantle's bat.

His bat, not cat.

Okay, yeah, I can put it back.

Great.

- No problem.
- Okay.

Jack, what is going on?

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

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 him all right.

- We better go with him.
- Good idea.

- Ah, hey, honey.
- You remember,...

Dr. Charles Grant, sweetheart.
He's our new science historian.

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

Barium aluminate.

You're building an electron gun.

- Can I help?
- Oh, sure. Absolutely.

I mean, 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.

Henry,...

thanks for this.

It means a lot.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

- Here we go.
- Okay.

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 apol... 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?

- Why... 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?

- Parrish, put down the gun.
- 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.

- I'm back at "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 hulk juice.
- Dr. Anson.

Meek little guy,
dropped a beaker earlier, a red liquid.

Anybody nearby could have been exposed.

- Which lab?
- Biological pathogens.

Bio... 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.

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...
- Let me go!

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.
- Okay.

It has been a little tense
around here today.

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?

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.

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 kinda thing happen
often around here?

Objects disappearing into thin air?

No.

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.

- Taking it apart again.
- Well...

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.
- Dr. Anson!

What?

- What do you want?
- One sec.

- Thought you said he was meek.
- He was.

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

Okay.

- What was in the beaker you spilled?
- Easy, Jo.

- Easy!
- You don't wanna talk.

Take it easy, Jo.

- It's happening to me too, isn't it?
- Yeah, big time.

- What did you do?
- Okay, Jo.

Let him go.

- Let him go.
- No!

Let him go.

There you go.

Let him go. Oh, come on.

Stay with me. Stay with me.
Stay with me. Stay with me.

With this, we find out
what's going on and we fix it, okay.

Come on.

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...

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, yeah...
- Well, of course you would say that.

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

What? 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.

Power grid failure.
Emergency backup engaged.

Power grid failure.
Emergency backup engaged.

You were saying?

I knew I shoulda 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 outta 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.

Jo.

Listen to me.

Okay, listen to me.

Wait, wait.

You can hold this together. All right?

We can't fix this...

without you.

Jo.

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.

Not all of them.

Tess must've tranquilized him
to help save him from himself.

What's wrong with him?

High fever, shallow breathing.

Don't be! Don't, Jo!

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 kinda career is this
for a grown man?

You musta 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.

Come!

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.

- Oh, crap, run!
- Run!

Go, run!

Go, go, go!

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.

wo that means we weren't here

when whatever happened happened.

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

I'm trying to think.

We were all here before we got mad.
Parrish, Zane, Jo, and me.

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...

We lost Jo.

Carter, the tranqs aren't gonna hold!

The vasopressin is overwhelming their systems!

You have to reverse the effects fast!

Carter...

Allison!

Okay, we gotta move fast.
Can you flip the switch,

make the anger off, happy on?

Are you kidding me?

"Hello, I'm sheriff Carter.

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

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...
- Let me thinking.

No. No! No.

I'm the boss, me.

What now?

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

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, un...
Stop, stop.

Stop.

All this started with Fargo.

- You want him?
- Yes! Yeah!

- Carter, what are you doing?
- Go get him!

This is his fault.

Carter!

It's his fault!

He's a terrible man!

He did this to you!

I kill you!

Kill him!

- This is it!
- Yeah!

Carter!

Carter!

Tess, do it now. Do it now!

Tess, do it now!

Well done.

- Excuse me, excuse me.
- Sorry, pardon.

Fargo!

Hey, 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 forward 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 you'll use 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 got it.

I'm just getting back at you
for magnetizing all my pots and pans.

- That was one of your better ones.
- See, this is something that we do.

Is it? 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.

Three,...

two,...

one.

Much better.

Cleanup's almost done.
All the lab's are pitching in.

By tomorrow morning, you'd never know
we had a full-blown insurrection.

Great. Guess I can't avoid
going home any longer.

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...

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.

Well,...

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 cancelled them.

Fair enough.

Was it the cat?

Was it the drawers?

I mean, do you just wanna
slow things down? Because...

No.

Tess,...

you deserve the truth.

So here it is.

I'm so sorry, Tess.

I'm...

so...

so sorry.

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

So...

what next?

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.

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