All language subtitles for Eureka S2 E06

Carter: That's got to be hard,
going from liaison to head of 6d.

Allison: Well, I'll admit
it was a bit of a rough start,

but I think I'm getting
the hang of this job.

I mean, things are actually
calm at global for a change.

No, don't! Don't even...
Don't tempt fate.

Oh, I don't believe
in fate, Carter.

No, just stop. Honestly?

I'll turn around. I'll run
home, take a shower.

Oh, god, I wish I could take a shower.
You know my water heater's broken.

All the greatest scientists in
the world in a three—mile radius,

and I can't find
a decent plumber.

I'll take a look at it for you.

You? No, no,
you don't understand.

No, no, no, I'm really handy.

I know what you're thinking. "Is
there anything this guy can't do?"

Yeah, that's exactly
what I'm thinking.

Do you want a drink?

Sure, yeah. Is it
too early for happy hour?

Well, if you consider Vincent's
veggie blend happy, then no.

Well...

Not quite what I had in mind,
but here's to quiet afternoons.

What was that?

Either someone's doing
construction, or you got a pest problem.

Yeah, definitely a pest problem.

Hello, sheriff.
You running or swimming?

Baby, I didn't expect
you guys home so soon.

Oh, kev's helping me install a
new system for his music therapy.

Well, I offered to fix
Allison's water heater.

Really?

Interesting Allison didn't
mention it's a fusion water heater

and that to work on one
you need a phd from mit.

Which I happen to have.

Hmm.

Right.

I better go.

Carter, thanks for the run.

Yeah, thanks for the happy hour.

I'm sorry. I'll make it
up to you next time.

Yeah, you're on.

Nathan: Don't hurt
yourself out there.

Phd from mit.

Very bad boy, sparky.
I told you to stay close.

Now, it is time for your leash.

Oh! Sparky! Hey, come back.

Sparky? Come back here
right now. Bad dog.

Stay out of the street.
Get back here.

Fargo!

Oh, jeez!

Uh—oh.

Carter: Buddy, can you...
Here. Think you can lean up?

We're gonna get you out of here.

Put your arm over...

Careful.

Carter: What's your name?
Give me your name.

You all right? What's your name?

Sheriff Carter?

Crap.

Relax, Carter, it's standard
procedure with chemical spills.

Allison: The most dangerous
neurotoxins were neutralized

by the waste-scrubbing process.

Decontamination only works if it
comes into contact with bare skin.

The faster you scrub down,
the better.

Carter: You're enjoying this,
aren't you?

Okay, switch it on.

Sarah, door.

What happened to you?

I tempted fate.

Sarah, can you have
a beer waiting for me?

Sarah: I detect that
you're upset, sheriff,

but alcohol isn't the answer.

No, I'm not.

And, yes, it is.

Yeah, he's upset.

Morning!

Hey.

Damn.

We're out of
fresh—ground Vinspresso.

Be right back.

Carter: Hi.

Morning. How's it going?

Carter, what are you doing?

Not again.

Whoa! Haven't had
that one since college.

Carter: Sarah, oj.

Hey, morning. You okay?

Yeah, just a weird nightmare
I had last night.

Oh, me, too.
How are you feeling?

I'd rather not talk about it.

You know, I'm in enough
therapy already.

Sarah: Poached eggs
and sausage, Zoe?

Actually, I think I've lost
my appetite. I'm just gonna

get something at school.
I got to go.

Sometimes, I think she says
these things just to hurt me.

No, I say things
just to hurt you.

She's just a teenager.

Morning. Any word on the driver?

Something funny about
toxic waste exposure?

But something is funny
about sheriff Carter exposure.

I had this dream last night,
and you were naked,

walking around doing your normal
Carter thing like nothing was wrong.

What?

Yeah, you came in.

You bent over by the fridge
just like that and...

Cute birthmark, by the way.
And then went off to get...

Both: Fresh—ground Vinspresso.

Yeah, how did you know that?

Just a hunch.

Jo: What could cause us
to share the same dream?

Yeah, I need coffee before
I can contemplate that.

Maybe we've developed a deep,
subconscious connection.

Yeah. Like soldiers in battle.

Or maybe it's that I was
marinated in radioactive waste.

Yeah, seems more likely,
doesn't it?

Hey, Vince, we're out of coffee.

Fresh—ground Vinspresso
coming up.

Oh, see, Vincent,
here's a perfect example

of where you could be
much more efficient.

Dr. Childress is an expert on
productivity and time management.

She's helping me
to be more efficient.

How do you become
a doctor of efficiency?

Oh, I'm a neurologist at
global. I just do this for fun.

I research ways to maximize
people's cognitive potential

through neural networking.

You should have her help,
too, sheriff.

What are you saying?

Nothing.

I'll get your coffee.

Lupo.

Great. Thanks.

Driver's awake, and
Allison wants to see us.

Oh, great.

Hey, Vince, we'll pick it up
a little later. Vincent: Okay.

Allison: This isn't just
another traffic accident, Carter.

Global dynamics has the most advanced
waste-reduction technology in the world.

Well, having taken
a bath in that waste,

I can tell you that
there's still plenty.

Oh, well, that truck contains six
months' worth of hazardous material.

Without our distillation
and scrubbing process

that much waste
could fill lake erie.

So, basically, you boil it down
to just the really dangerous stuff.

The spill was contained. My point
is that whenever there's an accident

involving g.D.
Technology or materials,

we have to rule out sabotage.

What would anyone have to gain
with crashing a hazardous waste truck?

I don't know, Carter.
That would be your job.

Oh, make sure to note
my elevated pulse,

and there's a mild tingling
in my left elbow.

Could be a pinched nerve.

Noted.

Morning. How's the driver doing?

Mr. Wyatt should be fine.

Suffered a mild concussion,
a few cracked ribs.

We're just running
some more tests.

Fargo: Nurse, more pillows!

But that boy may die.

Fargo.

Jo! You're my first visitor.

What are you doing here?

Recovering. I checked
myself in this morning.

Recovering from what?

Whiplash, from when
you tackled me.

May want to contact a lawyer.

You never cease to amaze me.

Thanks for stopping by, Jo.
You made my day.

Glad I could help, Fargo.

Mr. Wyatt.

Please, call me Jake.

I hear I owe you one for
pulling me out of that crash.

Tell you what, you don't
sue me, we'll call it even.

Do you remember
what happened yesterday?

I was on my way
to the waste repository.

I was heading down
euripides drive.

I must've blacked out.
Next thing, I woke up here.

Are you on any prescription
medication, sleep aids?

Oh, no, sir. The strongest thing that I
ingest is a cup of coffee in the morning

and a pint of beer at night.

A man after my own heart.

Not that we don't believe you,

but we will need your permission
to take a look around your home.

Oh, of course. Anything
I could do to help.

I feel terrible about all this.

This may seem
like an odd question.

Do you remember your
dreams from last night?

No, but they do have me on
some pretty heavy pain meds. Why?

Just curious.

Look, you know what?
You rest up. You get better.

If we have any more questions,
we'll come back. Okay?

I'll be here. All right.

Shut up, Fargo!

Nathan: What are
you working on, Kevin?

Do you know what it is
you're making?

It's in my dreams.

It's in my dreams, too, kev.

Can you help me
understand what it is?

Kevin?

How's it going?

Another one, huh?

It's astonishing.

No matter what medium
I give him,

the image is always the same,
down to the very last detail.

I just wish I could see what
was going on inside of his head.

Why is this happening to him?

I don't know, Allie,
but do not worry.

We'll figure this out.

Very soon.

Nice house.

Nice artwork.

Looks like Jake has a talent
for more than just driving trucks.

Yeah, well, not many of us get
to do what we really want to do.

You mean,
this isn't your dream job?

Well, it's certainly not dull,
but who are we kidding?

It's not pitching
in the big leagues.

You ever want to do
anything else?

Nice family.

Jo: Yeah, Jake and his wife
divorced last year.

Oh. That sucks.

Guess Jake and I have
a few things in common.

Same pay grade. G3.

A dancer.

What's that?

I wanted to be a dancer.

Really?

Really.

Wow. What happened?

You grow up with three brothers
and no mom, you learn to survive.

Well, your secret's
safe with me.

Josephina ballerina.

I will taser you.

Hey, who's the employer on
that check you got over there?

G.d. Why?

I got a descartes delivery
for 30 hours last week.

Jake's been moonlighting.

Which means he was
probably working nights.

Maybe he fell asleep
at the wheel.

Woman on P.A.: Trauma team
to icu. Trauma team to icu.

Stay with me. All right,
stay with me, buddy.

Clear.

Man: Come on, stay with me.

Clear.

Okay, shock him again.
Charge to 400.

Clear.

Okay, that's it.

Time of death, 7:40 am.

I don't understand. You
said he was gonna be fine.

In traumatic injuries, it's difficult
to see the extent of the damage.

And we won't know why he stopped
breathing until I've done an autopsy.

I'll tell you why. Because
he died in the dream.

I saw the crash.
You tried to save him,

and then I felt him slip away.

Fargo, that was a dream, and,
given your accident, it's not surprising.

Just to be clear, Fargo
didn't have an accident.

He avoided an accident.

The point is, I dream he dies,

a second later he's flat—lining.

We frequently incorporate
external stimuli into our dreams,

music, alarm clocks.

Yeah, you probably just
heard the EKG, Fargo.

Hold on. Excuse me?
What do you think?

You think that's what happened?

Actually, no.

Okay. Any particular reason why?

Because I had
the exact same dream.

So did I.

Honey, keep your voice down.

Don't tell me what to do.

Okay, you want to run
that by me again?

Fargo and the head nurse and
three residents who sleep in the lounge

across the hall all shared the
same dream about Jake's death.

Allison: How can that be?

Well, we don't know, but they're not
the only ones who are sharing dreams.

Jo: We've been getting domestic
disturbance calls all morning.

Like what?

Get her off me!

Like that. Honey,
it was just a dream.

Yeah. Jo, do you mind?

Fine, but you're gonna
get the next one? Yeah.

How do you like my husband now?

Okay, what's going on?

We don't know. But we think
it's tied to the chemical spill.

Okay. Why?

Well, before it happened,
dreams weren't contagious.

Dreams can't be
contagious, Carter.

Well, normally
I'd agree with you,

but since it's happened
to Jo and me and Fargo

and a boatload of other people,

I am gonna have to say they can.

Now, the crash site
was close to a stream.

I mean, maybe the spill
contaminated the water supply.

No, Eureka's water treatment
system would have detected it.

Unless someone
didn't want it to.

You're the one
who brought up sabotage.

All right, I'll have someone look at
it while Henry's doing the autopsy.

But there is no way that a
contagious dream killed Jake Wyatt.

It's Eureka. Stranger
things have happened.

There have been legitimate
studies done on shared dreams.

Carter: So it is possible?

To an extent. Subjects focused on the
same topic to induce shared dreaming

with some success, but they
never had the exact same dream.

What you're talking about
is unprecedented.

And what are you
working on here?

I'm developing
a dream spectrometer.

It maps the electrical impulse
patterns of a person's dreams.

Layman's terms, doc.
What's the upshot?

If dreams were television, then
this would be the written transcript.

Really? Yeah.

What's this one about?

I have no idea.

At this stage, it's kind of like
trying to decipher a new language.

We're working on it.

What about studies related
to dreams and death?

What about them?

Well, is there any evidence
that dying in your dream

can cause your death
in real life?

In bad Hollywood horror
movies, maybe,

but in reality, absolutely not.

Are you certain?

I'd bet my life on it.

Kevin!

Nathan?

Kevin?

Kevin, honey, where are you?

Kevin? Kevin, honey,
where are you?

I'm right here, mom.

Kevin!

Why didn't you answer me?
You had me worried.

I'm sorry, mom. I wanted
to show you something.

Well, where are we going?

It's a secret.

Honey, it's late, and I
still need to make dinner.

It'll only take a minute,
I promise.

Are you ready?

I don't know, Kevin.
What's in there?

Everything.

It worked, honey.

It worked.

Carter: If you guys can form a line
this is gonna go much more smoothly.

If you guys could just come
together, it will be efficient.

It would be the right way
to... okay, now! Who's next?

He sold our research. He took
all the credit! I didn't even sell it!

Oh, right. I dreamed
of selling it, okay?

That doesn't count. Okay, and
I'm supposed to trust you now?

Yes, you are.
Oh, give me a break.

Woman 1: I didn't slander her.

Woman 2: You called me ajackass.

It was a dream! In front of
the entire cryogenics team.

I meant it as a term of
endearment. I have 20 witnesses

who will back me up.
You are so sensitive.

I didn't cheat. I swear.

You copied my test answers verbatim,
and now we're both suspended.

Okay, well, you know, copying
dream answers shouldn't count.

It does when the teacher
dreamed you stealing them.

It's getting out of hand, Henry.

How many more shared dreams?

Hundreds. People are
getting too freaked out to sleep.

Yeah, did the autopsy
turn up anything?

The truck driver?
Nothing obvious.

I mean,
he just stopped breathing.

All right, let's take a look at
where the dream—sharers live.

Carter: Maybe
it's location-based.

All right.

And where's the spill?

Jo: Not even close.

Maybe it got into
the water supply?

No, I did that test myself.

There was no presence of cns
stimulants, psychotropics,

or anything that would
explain it.

What are we missing?

Nathan. Hey.

Just checking some readings.

We have to stop.

Okay, why?

Other people are sharing dreams.

Allison, we'll be lucky if this works
on Kevin, much less anyone else.

Did it?

Did it work?
That's not the point.

Of course it's the point.

We're trying to figure out
Kevin's connection to the artifact.

You said you would give anything to
know what's going on inside his head.

I've spent months
trying to give that to you.

Did it work?

Yes.

There has to be some
connection among these people.

Or a disconnection.

What?

No dreams were shared in here.

Where is that?

Now, here's your double-double
no-foam sumatran latte.

Now, that should keep
you awake for a while.

Carter: Vincent.

Sheriff.

Have you had any odd dream
experiences in the last couple of days?

Sadly, no. I seem to be
missing out on all the fun.

Believe me,
it's not so much fun.

Where do you sleep?

Upstairs in the loft.

I like to be close, in case I get the
midnight urge to baste something.

Could we book your cafe
for the night?

Sure. You having a party?

More of a sleepover.

We were here, in your lab,

and he was just this normal
kid, happy and excited.

And he wanted to show me
something in the back.

What was it?

I don't know.
It was like a vault.

I woke up before we
had a chance to go inside,

but when I asked him,
he said it was everything.

I think he might be right.

I don't understand.

For centuries, we've been searching
for a unifying theory of everything.

A zero—point energy field containing
all knowledge and experience

from the beginning of time.

You're talking
about the akashic field.

Yes, and I think

the artifact is the
antenna for that field.

Are you saying that Kevin...

Of all the people exposed
to the artifact explosion,

his was the only system
that didn't overload.

His brain is wired
like no one else's.

Somehow, I think he's

created a connection to the
field, where the rest of us can't.

What am I supposed to do now?

Let Kevin show you
what's inside the vault.

Childress: Head to toe,
people. Head to toe.

And, yes, we still have
space behind the counter.

Vincent: Oh, man, she's good.

So, Jack, I'm still not clear what your
little experiment is meant to accomplish.

Well, we know that cafe diem
is a dream-free zone.

Everybody gathered here
has been sharing dreams,

so we're gonna test whether
it's the place or the people.

Okay, so either everyone will
finally get a good night's sleep,

or we could share the most
horrifying dream experience ever.

Yes.

All right, sheriff, we've maximized
the potential of our space.

Good. Glad you're on that.

All right, people, lights out.

What? No story?

Don't make me come over there.

Fargo: You really want to
add police brutality to the list?

Just go to sleep, Fargo.

I love watching him sleep.

Seems like just
any other normal kid.

Do you really want him to
be like any other normal kid?

Sometimes.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Then why do I feel
so guilty about it?

You want what's
best for your son.

We both do.

Do we really?

I don't know, I...

I think you're still fixated on the
artifact and your theory of everything,

and I think

that I just want the feeling
that I had last night.

In Kevin's dream, we were
so connected, so normal.

He's always been
so different and brilliant.

And for the most part,
I love that about him.

But different is hard.

Brilliant is hard.
Hell, normal is hard.

And with everything else, it...

So what do you want
to do now, Allie?

I want to protect my son.

Me, too.

But not at the risk
of everyone else.

We have to stop.

And we have to tell Carter.

Allison, listen to me.

Whatever is happening
in this town,

that signal is not the cause.

Then, turn it off,
and tomorrow we'll know.

Allison.

Nathan, I've made up my mind.

So have I.

Hey, guys.

Kind of busy. Yeah.

I need to talk to Allison.

About what?

About this.

Way to cut to the chase,
sheriff.

Direct, focused,
efficient. Kudos!

Oh, dear, that approach
lacked confidence.

It was too tentative.
No woman likes that.

True. Shocker.

Try it again, this time
with confidence.

Hold herface with one hand.

Pull her in closely
with the other.

The goal is efficiency of movement
to achieve maximum results.

I think we may have
different goals.

I'll make it easy for you.

Oh, my god.

Fargo. That could have
been anyone's dream.

Right.

Yeah, well, actually
he's got a point.

Oh, and I suppose that that whole
kissing mess wasn't Carter's dream, either.

Hey, it wasn't a mess!

Actually... nobody's asking you.

Or you!

All right, so we've ruled out the
waste, the water, and the location.

It's got to be us.

We're gonna have to start
testing people as soon as possible.

All right, everybody,
we're moving to global.

Hey, dad, this woman
won't wake up.

Sheriff, this one's out, too.

Yeah, I've got one over here.

They're unconscious. We
have to get them to the infirmary.

All right, everybody, collect
your stuff in an orderly fashion.

We're going to move out to global,
all right? As quick as we can. Go!

Thanks, I got it, the pressure.

That couldn't have hurt
any more, huh?

Carter: Hey! Tell me
you found something.

I went back, reviewed the autopsy
and discovered that Jake Wyatt

had abnormally high levels of
acetylcholine in his spinal fluid.

Which is? A neurotransmitter.

A chemical that allows your neurons to
communicate and your muscles to flex

and is essential to dreaming.

So the dream did kill him?

No, but elevated levels have a
devastating effect on neural function

and ultimately lead to
the loss of muscle control,

in this case, his diaphragm.
He suffocated in his sleep.

I have a sinking feeling
I know where this is going.

That's right. All the latest victims
have high levels, including you.

And those levels are rising.

Let's work a little faster. Jo,
I'm gonna go talk to Paul suenos.

Even if you could share dreams,

it wouldn't cause you
to slip into a coma.

Well, six more people
are unconscious

and a lot of others are headed
in that direction, including me.

Okay, what can I do?

First we need to separate the
dreamers from the dreamees.

If I hook people up to my
spectrometer, we might see a difference

in brain activity
during rem sleep.

The dreamers would likely
experience more than the watchers.

Good. Good. Okay, we're
talking about hundreds of people.

Considering I only have two
prototypes, that could take weeks.

You have two of these
things? Mmm-hmm.

Where's the other one?

Right in here.

It's gone.

I told her to get a nanny cam.

Carter: Thanks!

Allison! Carter.

I need to talk to you.
Yeah, me, too.

Look, I know what's
causing the shared dreams,

and you have to stay calm.

It's the music thing that
stark put in Kevin's room.

I know.

You know? I should've
told you sooner.

Yeah, you should've told me!

You're protecting stark,
instead of the town!

No, I told him to
turn it off last night.

He was just trying to help me.

Help you what? To protect Kevin.

To understand what's going
on in his head, and it worked.

Well, that's great,

but you put yourself first,
and a man died.

Not from what
we put in that room.

Well, you lied. You lied to
me! I know and I'm sorry!

Look, something is happening
to Kevin. He is changing.

And it terrifies me.

You tell me that you wouldn't
do the same if it was Zoe.

I think it's time to get stark
to explain what the hell he did.

Don't you?

The receiver I adapted
from suenos's device

visually interprets electrical
impulses created during rem sleep.

So, why's it messing with
our acetaminophen levels?

Acetylcholine. Don't push me.

There's no reason it would affect
one person, much less half the town.

How many people show
elevated levels?

Fifty, total.

Fifty, even?

Yeah. So?

Jo, you were taking the
dream statements, right?

Yeah, and I had around
50 different dreams

that were shared
by everyone else.

Well, they're the sources
of the dreams.

I mean, that's why their
acetylcholine levels are so high.

Okay, so what do we know
about these 50 people?

Oh, but my name isn't on there.

That's a good thing, Fargo.

I know, because it means I wasn't the
one who had the man in black dream.

Well, it sure as hell wasn't me.

Oh, god.

Carter: Focus. Jake, you, me,
we're all on the list, right?

So, we're searching his house.
What do we find we have in common?

None of us realized
ourfull potential?

Well, yes, but we're also
the same pay grade.

G3. Right, can you run this
list and tell me who else is g3?

All of you.

So, 50 people,
all the same pay grade,

all with cranked levels of...
Acetylcholine.

Thank you. That's got
to mean something, right?

G3 refers to work schedule,
not pay level.

All the jobs have set hours, so overtime
doesn't compromise safety or security.

Like truck drivers?

Yes, or reactor technicians, weapon
test specialists, network engineers.

The network.

What about it?

Childress was saying she was
working on some sort of neural network?

Yes, she's beta-testing a system of
distributed computing with humans.

Okay. But given that
stark's dream receiver

isn't powerful enough
to cause shared dreaming,

could the neural network
be used as an amplifier?

It's possible.

We should shut it
down. Jo: Carter?

Yeah? Do it fast.

You're not coming?

I would, but I can't
move my legs.

Henry: We'll take care
of you. Don't worry.

Okay.

You should go with the others.

I'd rather stay with you,
if you don't mind.

No. No, I don't mind.

Childress: We all sleep
a third of our lives away.

I figured, why not find a way to
use our brains during our downtime.

Yeah, sure, why not?

I created a wireless network of test
subjects with regular sleep schedules.

Yeah, g3 employees.

Yeah.

See, everyone's brainwaves
have a distinct signature.

Theirs are programmed into the
network, so when they're asleep

I can tap into their minds
from this computer

and use the combined power
to problem—solve.

Wait a second. You're
taking people's brain power?

No, sheriff, just tapping
into unused potential.

And it's in everyone's contract
that they may be randomly selected

for double-blind case studies
from time to time.

Is it? I told you to
read your contract

carefully before you signed it.

And I'm guessing you've randomly
tapped into, say, 50 of them?

Exactly. They're essentially
wireless transmitters.

And everything we dreamed has
been networked to everyone else.

It doesn't work that way.
Not by itself.

But in combination with
Dr. Stark's dream device maybe.

But why the sudden buildup
of acetylcholine?

Probably lack of sleep.

No, the people in the study
were selected based on

the regularity
of their sleep patterns.

Yeah, but Jake's been
secretly doing double shifts

and no one in town's been
sleeping normally this week.

I'll shut down
the network immediately.

That won't solve the buildup of
acetylcholine in the test subjects.

Their bodies are
overproducing the compound,

like a hyperactive gland.

If you can cleanse the system
of the compound entirely

it may reset the body's
rate of production.

Okay, good. Let's do that.

The excess neurotransmitters
are acting like toxins in your body

and I have no idea
how we scrub that out.

So, g.D. Has the most advanced
waste reduction system in the world,

but we can't clean
this stuff out of us?

Maybe we can.

You've got to be kidding me.

It's an oxygenation
filtration system.

It should remove the excess
acetylcholine from your system.

In theory.

In theory.

Once you're inside, we'll flood the
chamber with an oxygen—rich plasma.

It's gonna take
a moment to adjust.

You have to breathe the fluid
into your lungs

but the chemical reaction
will do the rest.

And if it doesn't?

You'll drown.

Well, this just gets
better and better.

Nathan: Just breathe in,
Carter. Slow and easy.

You have to take fluid
into your lungs.

All right, we have to
get him out of there.

Wait.

Allison: Nathan,
he's going to drown.

Come on, Carter.

His acetylcholine levels
are dropping.

Nathan: Oxygen's on the rise.

He's gonna be okay.

He's gonna be fine.

And we have a cure,

which means we can keep moving
fonnard with our research.

Let's get everyone up here and get
them in treatment as soon as possible.

Morning, Henry!

Hey, Jack, how you feeling?

Well, I got a total-body enema.

Thank you for that
very vivid image.

Actually, I'm just glad to have
my dreams back to myself.

Yeah, I think a lot of people
feel the same way.

Those were some
disturbing images, huh?

Yes, that one of your
birthmark is particularly haunting.

You know, there was one that
was so familiar, it was like déja vu.

You, me, we're in the garage,
and you said,

"I'll make it easy for you."

And there was
a big flash of light.

Hmm.

I don't know. Dreams
are funny that way.

Yeah.

Sports?

Yeah! You know me so well.