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Carter: It was just a normal day in Eureka.

Day's not over yet.

Yeah. Like that was going to last.

Hello, 1947. Confused? Let me clarify.

The five of us got transported back in time

through some wormhole 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 6d. Security.

Kevin? Different, much to Allison's surprise.

And Fargo? Head of global dynamics,

much to everyone's surprise.

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

but there's one crappy rule.

We can't tell anyone.

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

And I finally kissed Allison, 63 years ago.

Which complicated things a bit

when I found out that Tess never left.

Tess: Look at you, handsome.

Tess! You're not in Australia.

Um, yeah. That would be true.

Allison: 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.

Non-lethal. Section three.

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? Vincent: 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... I'm more of a dog guy,

butyeah, 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.

Vincent: Coming up. Okay, honey, come here.

Mmm, I'll see you at home.

Kinda love the sound of that. Home.

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 yourfault. I 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.

Oh. 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. Uh—huh.

Have a good day.

Good day.

Wow!

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.

Oh. I am... I'm so sorry.

Uh, 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.

You know, it seemed 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.

Jo: 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.

Parrish: 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 rss. Neurochemically induces feelings

of Serenity and trust.

A crowd beamed with the rss.

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... 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—tc 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?"

"The nolweps are semi-operational."

What's this doing out here?

Blinking.

And beeping.

At least it works.

Someone?

Anyone?

Help.

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.

Uh, the mantel's for Mickey mantle's bat.

His bat, not cat.

Okay, yeah, I can... I can put it back.

Okay.

No problem. Okay.

Jack, what is going on?

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

Hey, 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 them all right.

Yeah. We better go with him.

Good idea.

Grace: Ah, hey, honey.

You remember Dr. Charles Grant, sweetheart.

He's our new science historian.

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

Uh—huh.

Oh, barium aluminate.

You're building an electron gun. Can I help?

Oh, sure. Absolutely.

I mean, it's not...

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.

Hey, Henry, thanks for this.

It means a lot.

Ready? Yeah.

Here we go. Okay.

Oh, my god.

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... 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?

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?

Jo: Parrish, put down the gun.

Carter: 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.

Back up, "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 hulkjuice.

Dr. Anson, meek little guy,

dropped a beaker earlier, a red liquid.

Anybody nearby could have been exposed.

Which lab? Biological pathogens.

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.

Uh, 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 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.

Tess: Okay.

It has been a little tense around here today.

Tess: 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?

Allison: 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.

Man on pa: 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 kind of thing happen often around here,

objects disappearing into thin air?

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.

Well... taking it apart again.

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. Carter: Dr. Anson!

What? Huh?

What do you want?

One sec.

Thought you said he was meek.

He was.

Okay.

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

Okay, okay.

What was in the beaker you spilled?

Easy, Jo.

Take it easy. You don't wanna talk?

Take it easy, Jo.

Uh—oh.

It's happening to me, too, isn't it?

Yeah, big time.

What did you do?

Okay, Jo, let him go.

Let him go.

Let... let him go. Let him go.

There you go.

Let him... let him... There you go!

Let him go, Jo. Okay. All right.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Hmm.

With this, we find out what's going on

and we fix it, okay?

Come on, come on.

What are you looking at? Okay.

Hey.

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 haven't.

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.

Well, of course you would say that.

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

What?

Well, 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.

Woman on pa: Power grid failure.

Emergency backup engaged.

Power grid failure. Emergency backup engaged.

You were saying?

I knew I should've 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 out of 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.

Listen to me. Okay, listen to me.

Wait, wait, wait.

You can... you can hold this together. All right?

We can't fix this without you.

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.

Jo: Not all of them.

Tess must've tranquilized him

to help save him from himself.

What's wrong with him?

I don't know. High fever, shallow breathing.

Allison: Stop it! Stop it!

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 kind of career is this for a grown man?

You must have 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.

Copy?

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.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Run! Go, run!

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.

So that means we weren't here

when whatever happened happened.

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

I'm trying to think.

We were all here before we got mad.

Parrish, Zane, Jo, and me.

Tess: 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...

All right, we lost Jo.

Carter, the tranqs aren't gonna hold.

The vasopressin is ovennhelming their systems.

You have to reverse the effects fast.

Carter...

Carter on radio: Allison.

Okay, we gotta move fast.

Can you... Can you flip the switch,

make the anger off, happy on?

Fargo: Are you kidding me?

"Hello, I'm sheriff Carter.

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

Hey, 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... i'm... I'm thinking.

No, no, no.

I'm the boss, me.

What now?

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

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... stop, stop.

Stop.

All this started with Fargo.

Woman: Right. Man: Yeah.

Huh? You want him? Man: There he is!

Yes. Yeah!

Carter, what are you doing?

Carter: Go get him!

This is his fault.

Carter!

It's his fault!

He did this to you.

Man: I'll kill you!

Woman: Get him!

Carter!

Tess, do it now. Do it now!

Tess, do it now!

Well done.

Excuse me, excuse me. Sorry. Pardon me, pardon me.

Fargo?

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 fonnard 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 youiluse

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... I got it.

I'm just getting back at you

for magnetizing all my pots and pans. Henry: Mmm-hmm.

That was one of your better ones.

See, this is something that we do.

Is it? Mmm-hmm.

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.

Jo: Three, two, one.

Carter: Much better.

Cleanup's almost done.

All the labs are pitching in.

By tomorrow morning, you'd never know

we had a full—blown insurrection.

Great. Guess I can't avoid going home anylongeh

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...

Hey, 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.

Wow.

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 canceled them.

Fair enough.

Was it the cat?

Was it the drawers?

I mean, do you just wanna slow things down because...

Tess, you deserve the truth.

So here it is.

I'm so sorry, Tess.

So, 80 sorry.

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

So, what next?

Well...

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.