All language subtitles for Eureka S1 E10

Carter: Henry?

Jack.

Somebody's been busy.

What do you think?

What should I think?

That the residents of Eureka
are going to have

the clearest, most secure

cellular satellite wi—fi
communications system in the world.

Just what I was going to say.

I knew that. See, I knew that.

Oh, wait a minute, it's late.

Aren't you supposed to be
watching the game?

I was. Fargo called.

Wagner again.

I don't know. I get
all the conductors confused.

Composers.

I rest my case.

Have a good one.

Yeah, you, too.

I love the smell of pesticide
in the morning.

Smells like Grant renewal.

Biopharmacology is just a
fancy word for gardening!

That tears it.

Oops. My bad.

Trespassing is a crime, Fargo.

Now we'll see
who the criminal is.

Fargo: Sheriff, finally!

Fargo.

You smell like fertilizer.

He sprayed me
with that death machine.

God knows what's in this stuff.

You called him a
gardener again, didn't you?

The point is I can't take
the music anymore.

He plays it day and night.

Did you try asking him
nicely to turn it down?

I can't talk to that man.
He's completely irrational.

No idea what that's like.

People do not appreciate
my role here.

I'm the grease on the cogs

that turn the gears in this
machine that is Eureka!

Let's go!

Fargo: Well, I'm sure you did a
great job in the last town you worked in...

America, Fargo.
I was a us marshal.

America was my last town.

My point is the foundation
of scientific exploration

in no small part depends on me
getting the proper amount of sleep.

I'm the grease...

Grease. Yeah. I got it.

Sheriff, I didn't hear
you come up.

Can't imagine why, Seth.

Yeah. Sorry.

But my night—blooming
necrosomnium violacea

just can't get enough.

Yeah, well, I've had enough.

Well that makes
two of us, half—pint.

You calling me short?

If the corrective shoe
fits, tiny.

Enough! Both of you, please.

Guys, now my beer is warm.

My steak is cold

and I have half a football
game to get back to.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Yeah. Not to bother you again.

Exactly. You, go on home

and, for god's sakes,
take a shower.

You, no serenading your plants
after 6:00 pm, got it?

But... no buts!

If I have to come back, I'm bringing
a stun gun and a weed whacker.

You got it?

Good.

Oh, this was unexpected.

You said Kevin was
at his grandparents.

It's not often
you get a night off.

No, it was nice.

I'm just... you know,
it's been a long time

since you've done
something spontaneous.

You know, I was thinking,

maybe we should revise our
timetable on sampling the artifact.

Okay. Seeing that I know
virtually nothing about it,

what are you asking?

Well, we saw what
even brief exposure can do.

I mean, Dr. Carlson evolved
beyond anything we've ever seen.

I don't know, Nathan. We still don't
have a handle on what we're dealing with.

Which is why we need
a physical sample to study.

That's a huge risk.

A calculated risk,

but we will need to revise
the safety protocols.

I should've known.

What?

That this wasn't just dinner.

That you had an agenda and
I actually thought that maybe...

Forget it.

Well, it's important, Allison.

I know it's important.
It's always more important.

And I'm tired of being
the one who has to say no.

Allie... no.

Sarah:
Welcome back, sheriff Carter.

Hey, Sarah, who's winning?

Michigan state,
up by a touchdown.

What? How'd that happen?

Watch the rush! No fumble!

Fighting Irish, my ass.

Jackson might as well
be handing them the ball.

He's green. You just got to
give him a little...

Was that my steak?

It was getting cold.

And before you have a
coronary, that's ginger ale.

Your beer is in the fridge.

No, not for long.

Sarah:
Way ahead of you, sheriff.

So, what was the emergency?

Lovers' quarrel. I handled it.

Come on! Go! Go! Go!

Warren, tonight
we sleep like kings.

Oh, it's on now.

Music to my ears.

What the hell are you doing?

Taking back the night.

Fargo, I'm going to
change your religion.

Oh, crap! Oh.

Allison Blake.

I don't want to talk
about this now, Nathan.

No, it's just way too early
to argue.

Huh?

Oh, I must have overslept, okay?

Look, I don't know.
When I feel like it!

Morning, Henry.

Oh, hey.

I thought
you finished it yesterday.

I didn't realize
I was on a deadline.

Oh, no. No, no.
Just making conversation.

How does it work, anyway?

It just does.

God, do I really have to
explain everything?

No. Feeling okay?

Fine.

Just ti red.

Well, I'll let you
get back to it.

Thank you.

Jo: What's up?

Hey.

You notice people acting
a little weird?

You look nice.

Doing something new
with your hair?

Oh, yeah. I didn'tfeel like
putting it up today.

No law against that, right?

Right.

Hey, you know what
we should do tonight?

We should go dancing.
Sure. You and me.

Thin blue line, brother.

We could tear it up.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but have you been drinking?

Oh, drinking!
Yeah, let's do that.

Oh, my god.

You know what would be
so good right now?

One of those
caramel cappuccinos,

you know, the one
with the whipped cream

and those cinnamon sprinkles.
You want?

I'll go make a run.

Well, actually... great!

Back in a jiff.

Okay, something's
definitely wrong.

I want that son of a bitch
arrested.

Nice to see you, too, Seth.

I take it
something has happened.

Fargo happened.

That sneaky little misanthrope
cut my speaker wires

and knocked me out
with a shovel.

Mild mannered Fargo
knocked you out?

He ain't mild mannered.

He's a freaking lunatic!

And I want him locked up!

Okay. I'll go talk to him.

He's not at home.

When you find him,
I want you to arrest him.

Yeah. If I deem that necessary
then I will arrest him.

In the meantime, just you go
on home, okay? I'll handle it.

You better or I will.

Seth, is that a threat?

No. Good.

It's going to be
one of those days.

Morning, Fargo!

Go away. I'm trying to sleep.

Yeah, talked to Seth Osborne.

Heard you had a busy night.

You should arrest that maniac.
He's a menace.

He says the same thing
about you.

Me? I unplug a couple
speaker cables, he freaks out.

The next thing I know, I wake
up in a pool of my own spittle.

Wait a second,
he knocked you out?

Yeah, so why don't you
go bother him

and let me get back to sleep.

You can sleep in my cell.

You're coming in
for a statement.

Oh, man, why me?

Well, for starters, you just confessed
to trespassing and vandalism.

Everyone always blames me
for everything. This is so not fair.

I know. Life generally isn't.

Let's go.

Nathan: The answer is no.

You're answering a question
that isn't being asked.

He's coming with me.
That's a statement.

Good morning, boys.

Hey. You look nice.

Thank you. I feel nice.

You're late. You're never late.

Well, there's a first time
for everything.

So, what's going on?

Well, Osborne was playing
his music way too loud...

Shut up.

Carter: There are some
very serious allegations

leveled against Fargo
and I'm taking him in.

And I need him here to work.

So, you're going to have to tell the
good sheriff that this will have to wait.

Don't the two of you
ever get tired of bickering?

No. Not really.

Look, if Fargo has done
something illegal,

Carter has to take care of it.
Thank you.

Well, there's a surprise.

What?

You taking his side.

I'm not taking anyone's side,
Nathan.

Oh, please. You could never separate
the personal from the professional.

Oh, like your problem with
Carter is strictly professional.

I hate the way he looks at you.

Oh, I don't look at her.

Oh, please,
like a shark eyeing chum.

Really?

No, I mean... yes, I mean
you look good, yeah,

but we got to stay
on topic here.

Am I supposed to ignore that
mayberry's hitting on my wife?

You do realize
I'm standing right here?

First of all, Nathan,
you and I are separated

so Carter or anyone else can
make a move anytime they want to.

Second of all, I'm not the one

who turned
a perfectly pleasant dinner

into a business proposal
and most importantly...

Guys...

I didn't leave you
for a job in DC.

And it always
comes back to this.

Wake me when it's over.

Reminds me of the last time
we slept together.

Oh! Nathan: At least
you can remember it.

You're an ass. Want to
know the truth, Allison?

We were having our problems
long before I left Eureka.

But you refused to see it

because it wasn't framed in
your perfect little picture.

I never needed perfect, Nathan.

I just needed
someone to be there.

Well, here he is. Go for it!

I got work to do anyway.

I don't care what you do.

I'm tired of playing
den mother around here.

You know, we're just going
to give you guys a minute...

Oh, no, no, no, no.
You stay here. I'll go.

I quit.

Oh, but, Allison, hold on!

She's all yours, sport! Enjoy.

Fargo?

Come on.

Come on, Allison. Pick it up.

This is injustice.
This is madness.

I am the grease, damn it!
The grease.

Shut up for a second.

Hey, Allison, it's Jack.

Listen, people are acting
a little weird

and frankly,
you're acting a little weird.

But we should really get
together and sort this out

before it gets any worse.

Caught him trying to
burn down Fargo's house.

Too late.

What? I'll kill him!

Not if I kill you first!

Knock it off!

Behave!

Want to lock them up together
and see what happens?

And then I quit!

And it was like
this heavy weight was lifted.

Like I was breathing
for the first time in years.

It was terrifying and
liberating all at the same time,

like anything was possible.

So... so what do you think?

I think I've lost my appetite.

I know. I'm sorry.

It's just the first time
that I've ever done this

and it just seemed like
a good time to start.

Yes, because most therapists
love to work during their lunch break.

I'm sorry.

I thought you were supposed to
be gentle and supportive.

Frankly, that's getting old.

Okay.

Every day, you people come
to me and bare your souls,

hoping I'll tell you what to do.

But that is not really
what you're looking for.

It isn't? No.

You already know
what you should do.

You're just looking for
permission to do what you want.

I guess I could see
how that could get tiring.

Yeah. Everybody
spills their guts to me,

but who do I get to talk to?

I've never
thought of it that way.

Of course not.

Because you're all
too narcissistic to consider

that no one really gives a
crap about your problems,

which aren't really
problems at all.

I mean, come on.

"I'm Allison Blake.
I'm torn between

"my gorgeous, brilliant, but
emotionally unavailable husband

"and the gorgeous, charming
but immature sheriff.

"What should I do?"

You make a choice, commit to it
and live with the consequences.

Talk is easy. Doing is hard.

Carter: Passed out? You sure
you didn't just have one too many?

No, no, I believe you.
I'll just...

Yeah, I'll be in touch.
Okay. Bye.

That's 10 calls in 10 minutes.

I'm going to find Allison.
She doesn't get to quit today.

Quit it.

You quit it!

All right, hit him again!

Keep it up, bitches.

I can do this all day.

Carter: Okay, Jo,
I'm going to be back shortly.

I need you to stay here
and watch them.

You got it, chief.

Stop calling me chief.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Okay, this is mine.

You are no fun!

You know what would be fun?
Ice-skating!

Never mind. I'm going
to go figure this out.

You stay here and do whatever
it is that you're not doing.

Glazer: I don't think
I'm following you, sir.

It's not that complicated,
Dr. Glazer.

I need you to give me access
codes through the firewall.

There are strict
safety calls in place.

What you're suggesting
could be catastrophic.

I need this, Louis.

The current plan for making
contact with the artifact

follows a progression of steps
over the next several months

all carefully designed
and approved by you.

I thought you were
a team player, glazer.

But if you're not with me,
I can do it myself.

But Dr. Stark...

I don't need you.

Very well.

I don't need anyone.

Allison?

You home?

Hey, Carter.

What are you doing here?

I was worried.

You're not answering
your cell phone

and things are getting
really weird.

I need your help.

Oh, that's nice.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Believe it or not, I've been
spending some time with Beverly.

In session?

Well, we weren't shopping.

Right. Was it helpful?

Well, I've had a breakthrough.

Good.

So, does that mean
you've reconsidered?

Oh, I have.

Oh, great.

Because we've got to figure
out what's gotten into people.

I mean... have you told stark
you're not quitting?

I'm not talking about my job.

I'm talking about what I want.

In regards to?

This.

Yeah. Allison.

I'm making a choice
and committing to it.

Talk is easy. Doing is hard.

Yeah, and what are you doing?

Exactly what I want.

Yeah. I can't.

Really?

Yeah.

Oh, no. I mean, I can!

I'm fully capable, but...

What are you talking about?

You're not yourself.

People aren't acting
like themselves.

And as much as
I would love to...

I completely understand.

Yeah.

Good.

Now get out.

What? No. If you just think...

Yeah, I'm done thinking.
I'm doing.

Henry, Henry, Spencer said
I'd find you here.

Look things are
getting a little crazy.

I need to pick your brain.

You and everybody else.

I don't follow.

I mean that's all
anyone around here does,

is feed on me.

Global dynamics, d.O.D., you.

I'm intellectual carrion.

Chef: Order up!

Not you, too.

Henry: It's all about producing,

getting ahead of everybody else

but that's not
what I signed up for.

It's a little early in the
morning for scotch, isn't it?

No. I came to Eureka
to create without restriction

or agenda, to make the world
a better place,

you know,
like the new cell tower,

but eventually it all gets
digested by the machine

and re-tasked and turned into
something very, very unappetizing!

Henry, I need you
to focus for me,

just for a second.

You need something from me?

Well, there's a shocker!

Chef: Order up!

Carter: Okay, I'm just
going to ignore that and push on.

People seem to be
under the influence,

doing whatever the hell
they want, like they're drunk.

Some of us are.

Could it be an infection?

Something like
contagious tourette's?

How did you get
all those big words

to come out of
that tiny, little brain?

You know what?
You're a really mean drunk.

Caribou pepper steak
with roasted garlic.

Sheriff, you hungry?

Not anymore.

Okay, well, the seats
are for customers

so either order something
or get your ass up.

You see?

Chef: There you go!
There's your blue plate special!

See? It's spreading.

So, how's it being transmitted?

Is it a virus?

I don't know.

I don't care. The doctor is out.

Henry, I can't solve this alone.

Well, then you're
really screwed!

Vincent, there's
a tuft of hair in my food.

There you go.

And this is well done.

You know I like my meat bloody.

I am so sorry.

Let me fix that for you
quick as a wink.

That bloody enough
for you, jackass?

Chef: Order up, Vincent!

Yeah, I'm screwed.

Jo: What happened?

Vincent brained
one of the baker brothers

with today's special.

Nice. Any particular reason?

Well, other than the fact that
it was burnt and caribou?

Maybe the fact that he's crazy.

Are we still getting calls about
people who passed out last night?

Tons. I just stopped
answering the phone.

Jo, you have to
answer the phone.

I don't want to.
It's so boring and I...

Okay. Okay. People,
gather around for a second.

Quick question. How many
of you blacked out last night?

Put your hand down. Put
your hand down. Down.

Any of you wake up some place
strange this morning?

Okay, okay. Thank you.

Jo, can you take Vincent back
to the station and lock him up?

And keep him away
from frick and frack.

Okay.

Oh, yeah.

Right! Come on.

Zoe, it's me. I need you to
go home and stay there, okay?

Oh, and make sure you keep
your cell on in case...

Oh, that's got to be it.

On second thought, scratch that.

Turn it off. Turn your cell off.

Devil's plaything.

Taggan?

You're naked.

Au naturel.

May I ask why?

Why not?

Unfortunately, that doesn't tell
me if you've been affected or not.

Why do we find it so impossible
to live in Harmony with nature?

I mean, look at it.

All function, no form.

Dysfunction.

You want to help me
take it down?

With pleasure.

So quixote turns,

standing in the field of men

at the foot of giants
and says aloud,

"no more."

Let's tilt that windmill.
Shall we?

I was thinking more along
the lines of an off switch.

Hey, don't make me
come in there!

Oh, wow.

Hey, attention, everyone,
good news.

You're all going to be fine.

I think I fixed the problem.

Or Taggart did.

Really?

Because it sure
doesn't look like it.

Stop it!

Well, maybe
there's a delayed response.

Mine!

Now did you take away
all their cells? Pdas?

An hour ago.

What are you waiting for?
Come and get it, big man.

Why do they seem worse?

Hello?
That's what I'm asking you.

Oh, hell.

Henry?

I told you the doctor is out.

I'm cleaning house.
Take anything you like.

Yeah. I know what you told me.

But that...

The sub-frequency cellular
thingamajig that you built,

that you finished, I had this
theory that it was responsible

for the strange behavior so
I had Taggart dismantle it.

Good for you.

Yeah, only no one's
getting any better.

Probably because
it wasn't online.

You sure?

I built the damn thing, Carter. I should
know whether or not it was running!

So this thing isn't over?

Hello, everyone,
this is Beverly bar/owe.

Hey, isn't that your pa system?

I gave it to her this morning.

I'm canceling
all therapy appointments

for the foreseeable future.

All this secrecy isn't healthy

and, frankly,
I can't take anymore.

I suggest instead, you
start talking to each other.

So, before I go, I thought I would
give you a few issues to discuss.

I'll start
in alphabetical order.

Allison Blake.

Oh, crap!

For such a beautiful woman,
you'd think that she would...

And that brings me to
Walter and Susan Perkins.

Boy, do I have a lot ofdirt
on these two.

Bevedy!

And quite frankly, it will be a
relief to get it all out in the open.

Yeah, let's leave it closed.

But I am just getting
to the good part.

Yeah, I know. Walter...

People are having a little bit of
trouble controlling their impulses

so I'm just going to
save you from yourself.

You're a dead woman!

And her.

Yeah. Okay.

I'm all yours, Princess.

Carter:
That looked like it hurt.

Is that the best you've got?

Allison, you have every right
to be angry.

But violence is not the answer.

You guys might want to talk.

That's better.

And maybe we can talk this
through. Beverly, you're the therapist.

No!

That's it!

Is that the best you've got?

Allison, what are you doing?

Exactly what I want to.

Well, it's about time.

Bev, not helping.

She exposed my deepest secrets
to the entire town.

To be fair, I exposed
everybody's secrets.

Well, up to the p's anyway.

I'm not too happy
with you either.

Now get out of the way!

Allison, listen to me.
You're not yourself!

Something is happening
and it's happening to everyone.

Everybody but me. I'm not
affected. Why am I not affected?

I'm pretty sure
this will affect you.

Now move out of the way!

You're not going
to shoot anyone.

Really? Why's that?

Well, you're not going
to shoot me.

Okay.

Sorry.
It's for your own protection.

You think
I was mad at you before.

I'll make it up to you.

There is nothing
that you could possibly do.

Thank you.

What? What the...

Well, that's a start.

Okay.

You two keep each other company.

I'm sure you've got
a lot to talk about.

Carter: Well, this isn't good.

Carter: Sarah, door.

Sarah: Welcome back, sheriff.

Zoe?

Zoe?

Oh, not you, too.

Me? What about you?

I'm good.

Yeah? Yeah.

Prove it.

Put down my autographed
world series bat

or I'll ground you
until you're 30.

Thank god. I was freaking out.

You okay?

Well, considering
everyone has gone schizo?

The school is
completely out of control,

kids in fights,
making out in the hallways,

teachers apathetic.

So, more like
a normal school then?

Exactly.

All right.

Weird, huh?

I mean we're both fine, right?

But why?

I mean, what makes us different?

We're from la.

That definitely
sets us apart. Yeah.

But we've been in town
for a while.

What makes us different now?

Sarah: Maybe a massage would
help clear your head so you could think.

How come you
never offer me a massage?

That's it.

A massage? No.

Sarah, door.

Wait, where are you going?

Nowhere. Sarah, door.

That hissing sound. Sarah, this
bunker is hermetically sealed, right?

Sarah: Technically,
I'm a smart house, but, yes.

Okay. And where does
our air come from?

I'm equipped with oxygen
and carbon dioxide tanks

in case of emergency.

However,
most of your breathable air

is filtered from
the outside through

a point one micron
particle filter.

Okay, and I'm betting you
keep track of every micron.

Of course.

All right. I'm going to need
an analysis and fast.

Whatever happened, happened
last night while we were sleeping.

The only abnormality
in the last 24 hours

is a spike in the pollen count
from 11:53 P.M. to 6:23 am. Sunrise.

Pollen? What kind of pollen?

Searching.

The material in question
is exotic in nature.

It will take me some time
to collate that data.

Okay, great.

Well, you have about 20
minutes before it gets dark.

So, Sarah, door.

Where are you going?

Back to where it started.
You stay here.

Okay, I'm in.

Be careful.

I got nothing.

Sarah, you say
a plant is causing this?

Sarah: The filter log registered positive
for pollen from the violacea family.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
It's night—blooming

necro something violacea.

That's Osborne's genetic hybrid.

Necrosomnium?

Yeah! That's it. What is that?

According to the
Eureka quest search engine

it's Latin for death sleep.

Of course it is.

Why would somebody plant that?

Says here it's potentially
an organic sedative.

An alternative
to general anesthesia.

Zoe: Some varieties can
alter brain chemistry.

There's a picture.

Hey, do you see any
purple flowers or plants?

No. Nada.

Hybrids may not share the same
characteristics as their parents

and often present radically
different physical traits.

So maybe it's a different color?

No, it's purple. Got to go.

Nature, one.

Man, nil.

What's going on?

Striking back for mother nature.

Taggan?

I know what you're up to,
sheriff.

You were going to burn
these beautiful plants.

For good reason, you jackass!

Unless you want to roast
your chestnuts, back off.

You wouldn't dare.

Try me.

All right, folks.
Freeze-dried astronaut soup.

I have no clue what it is,
but get it while it's hot.

Carter: Got room for one more?

Sorry, Mary. Manger's
full. Try the cafe.

Carter: Yeah, it's packed.

Besides, I want Taggart
where I can see him.

Or smell him.

Yeah.

I hope the pollen effect
wears off

before we start
to bathe these guys.

Too late.

What?

Fargo missed bucket time.

Oh, that's disgusting.

But the good news is,

is that the swearing has
gone down considerably.

And nobody's tried to spit in my
face for the past couple of hours.

Oh, that's progress.

So, is this everybody?

One more stop.

Is it safe to come in?

Relatively.

It might have been nice if you
chained us to a bed last night.

Stop it.

Didn't say anything.

I'm embarrassed enough as it is.

Again, I am so sorry.

I guess I have
a few apologies to make.

And thank you for stopping me.

You're welcome.

I guess I should thank you
for stopping me, too.

That was pretty heroic.

Oh, you mean here at Beverly's.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Here, come on.

Oh, oh, oh, I quit my job.

I'm not looking forward
to that conversation.

Where's Nathan? Chained
to a radiator or something?

I have no idea.

Sorry, I've been a little
busy saving the world,

so, you know... again.

Security breach in section five.

Come on!

Damn it!

Computer: Machine artifact
chamber, access granted.

Carter: So what exactly
are we dealing with here?

All I know is there's
something inside section five

that Nathan is obsessed with.

Something that he thinks
will change the world.

Of course it's
incredibly dangerous.

Have you ever known anything
to change the world that wasn't?

Velcro.

You're right.
It's not the right time.

Wow. So everybody's
left the building.

The biohazard containment
system's been activated.

They must evacuate.

One guess who's responsible.

Voice on pa: Danger.
Fail-safe system disengaged.

Allison, he might
still be affected

and he's not too happy with you.

No, no, I can reach him.
I know I can.

I can't let you take that risk.

I need to. Please.

Nathan.

You need to leave now.

Listen, please.

There's nothing you can say.
I need to do this.

No, you don't.

I want to do this.

You don't have
anything to prove.

Not to me. Not to anyone.

I already lost you.

The artifact is all I have left.

That's not true. I'm here now.

You don't know
what's inside that room.

But you know what's out here.

We need you. The town needs you.

I need you.

I need you, too.

It's okay. It's okay, honey.

You're okay. It's okay.

Voice on pa: Failsafe
reinstated. Safety status normal.

Carter:
So, I guess that's it then.

And hopefully we can all now
return to our normal routines.

The crazy rainforest plants
have been,

let's just say, recycled.

And fortunately no lives
were lost in the process.

So, while someone you know

may have done or said
something that you didn't like,

please remember that you
probably said or did something

that you're
not too proud of either.

Let's try to put all this
behind us.

Forgive and forget.

And let bygones be bygones.

Fellow eurekans,
I just want to touch base

and tie up a few loose ends.

You like my speech?

It was great. Thanks.

Look, I just wanted
to thank you for,

you know, not taking advantage
of the situation.

Oh. Yeah.

This whole debacle has raised
a few questions for all of us.

And I'm no exception.

You were a gentleman
and I appreciate it.

Thank you, Carter.

Henry: I apologize for
anything I may have said.

Oh, we're back to Carter now?

Just take it slowly.
None of us are going anywhere.

Henry: This was a difficult
decision for me to make

and it's been quite a journey,

but it's time for me
to leave Eureka.

So, this is goodbye

and god bless.