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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.

Zane and Jo? Never dated.

But Jo's in charge of 6d. Security.

And Fargo? Head of global dynamics.

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.

Just for luck.

And I finally kissed Allison back in the past.

Which brings us to the present.

Carter: I'm head over heels in love with you

and I have been since the day we met.

You want to grab some dinner?

I was thinking...

Maybe breakfast?

I have been romanticizing our relationship.

What are you talking... I'm over it. I'm done.

Why do you have my grandmother's ring?

What's going on?

Beverly: This is a chance for you

to do what you intended to do years ago.

Who are you?

I believe you knew my father,

Adam barlowe.

You were the architects of a powerful movement.

I've taken up my father's cause.

And now there are thousands of us.

We're the watchdogs working to control scientific developments.

This is our latest concern.

Grant: Ded? It's a weapon of domination.

A plan is already in motion.

And everyone has a part to play.

Zane, I'm going to have to take you in for questioning.

For what?

Potential collusion in the theft of the ded.

Adam: You got another one of those?

Grant: You're late, Adam.

Sorry, doc. I got stuck unloading fireworks

at the motor pool.

I've got to play my role, don't I?

Yeah, well with any luck, you won't need to play it for much longer.

Cook: Hey, frank, put the dodger game on.

I hate them leaving you behind.

Frank: Yeah, yeah.

Listen, scientific discovery starts with bold ideas.

We need to ensure that Eureka doesn't

become just another brain trust for building deadlier weapons.

This is definitely bold.

Don't worry, doc.

I'm not going to let you down.

Hey, boys. Taking bets on the game?

The critics think Robinson is a publicity stunt.

They may be right. You always were a cynic.

Every group of dreamers needs one.

Lily Morgan, Adam barlowe.

Lily's our girl at the rad lab in Berkeley.

She helped crack the anti—conversion formula

for the bridge device. So she's not just a pretty face.

She's a wizard with numbers.

Speaking of which, Johnson & Johnson. Buy now.

You must be our pilot.

Traversing a wormhole into the past?

Not much piloting involved.

If this even works.

Here.

All the documentation you'll need to join

the Manhattan project backin'39.

To prevent the atomic bomb from ever being developed.

So if our man in Washington can delay Einstein,

tonight's the night.

Let's make history.

Hi.

So that happened.

Mmm. It was definitely worth the wait.

You want to, um,

stop waiting again?

Absolutely.

Mmm.

Right after I brush my teeth.

All right. Probably a good idea.

For me, too. Uh—huh. Yeah.

Can you give me something to put on, please?

Yeah.

Yeah, as long as you wear the handcuffs.

Oh, here.

Oh, no.

Just ignore it. Yeah, it's Fargo.

It's 9—1—1.

We've got to go. Yeah, I know.

Still got to brush my teeth. Me, too.

Right behind you.

Hey, guys. Sorry we're late.

Where have you two been?

Sleeping. Working.

Uh, people work better when having slept.

Okay.

Any progress on the search?

Nope. Still pretty much screwed.

General Mansfield set checkpoints on all roads

and airports within 50 miles.

The ded weapon is gone, and we still don't know who stole it.

I may have a lead. Scans found something?

Actually, they found nothing.

That's sort of the opposite ofalead.

Not in this case.

I've been scanning radiation all around town

in order to detect the ded device.

Here, there's no radiation at all.

And?

Well, everything emits some trace amount of radiation,

trees, rocks, us.

It's being masked somehow.

Oh.

Hey, Andy.

Uh, we're on our way.

Uh, Zane wants to talk to us.

I'm going to check out the area with Henry.

Okay, I'll see you later.

See you.

When I was hallucinating about the old Zane...

See, I kind of told this Zane that we used to be together

and then I threw his grandmother's ring at him.

This is going to be fun.

Fargo: Hello, cop types.

Bad guys ain't going to find themselves.

Is he getting bossier?

I kind of like it.

The bridge device.

How did you...

My father took the blueprints after you disappeared

from the base with a group of suspected spies.

They weren't spies.

No. They were from the future.

The woman who saved my father's life used a technique

years ahead of standard medical practice.

He believed you must have traveled back with them.

So, we watched and waited.

I just can't believe you rebuilt it.

We made a few improvements to the original design.

That's why we needed the plasma cell from the ded weapon.

Power.

It packs quite a punch when fired up.

You left at a fixed point in time.

We can send you back to that very same moment.

You assume I want to go back.

Why would I want to leave all this behind?

I know about your passion.

How you formed this consortium of scientists

who wanted to protect us from ourselves.

This is a chance to restore your legacy.

Impossible.

Whatever I do will change things, so...

For the better.

Imagine the disasters you could prevent.

What you... what we could accomplish

with all the scientific developments

of the past 63 years at our disposal.

Einstein was a visionary.

You'll be a god.

I've been thinking about how things played out.

It's Grant.

Something's not right.

And not just with you, Lupo. But your crazy can wait.

What would Dr. Grant have to gain by being involved in this?

All I know is the guy's g.D. Profile looked doctored to me.

And he was alone in that control room

when that containment field around the ded weapon failed.

Come on, someone must have hacked my personnel file and stolen my pass code.

Um, uh...

Andy, get him down here.

You got it, boss. Dialing.

Ah.

My last PDA caused me to burst into flames.

So, now that I'm seeing Sarah, I have taken steps to be more cautious.

She's one heck of a house.

Just get him down here. Okay. Calling.

I haven't seen him since last night.

I'm afraid he's not answering.

We're going to have to find out who else Grant knows.

Given his unique circumstance of past employment in Eureka,

Dr. Grant's file would be stored in g.D. Archives.

Well, then let's get some history

on our town historian.

Uh, Andy, watch him.

Hey, Lupo, when this is all over

we're going to talk about that ring.

Jo: Keep an eye on him, Andy.

What?

Getting any readings?

No, but you know what's more unsettling?

What?

I don't remember this gorge being here before.

I'm not getting a signal. What about you?

No, nothing.

Something's causing interference.

The army did a full investigation into Grant's disappearance

in 1947. I had the sealed files moved from the archives to my office.

Nice work. Yeah.

So, uh, what are you going to tell Zane?

I don't know yet.

And what's going on with you and Allison? Don't deny it.

I will taze you.

Yeah, we took the plunge.

Seriously? Seriously.

Well, it only took you four years.

Hey, Carter,

I'm really happy for you.

Thanks, Jo.

Yeah.

Jo: All Grant's classified files.

Carter: Look for any names or contacts.

What is this?

Uh, recording wire.

The military used to use it for dictation before magnetic tape.

Let's see what Grant has to say for himself.

Man: Subject in custody identified himself

as one Jack Carter, town sheriff.

He's of average height, weight, intellect.

Scrub that. He's a bit thick—headed to be quite honest.

See... I'm 6'1".

In 1947, 6'1" was big.

Yes, you are very big and smart.

The army did make an arrest. A private Adam barlowe.

Barlowe?

Uh, yeah. Served 15 years for stealing classified plans from Einstein's lab.

Barlowe was released.

Uh, got married. Moved to Berkeley.

Carter, he had a daughter.

Beverly. Yeah.

Jo, if she's back...

And she took the ded device, Carter it...

Yeah, Henry and Allison are walking into a trap. Come on, Allison, pick up.

Still no signal. I can't get a hold of Jack.

So it's Jack now, huh? This is serious.

Stop it. No, no. Let me tell you.

I've known for a while now that the two of you were meant for each other.

I kind of did, too. Uh—huh.

Hey, wait a minute,

I've got a gamma spike.

From where?

Straight ahead.

Henry, there's nothing there.

Beverly: It'll take a few minutes for the machine to reach full power.

You'll need to be patient while I configure your beacon to the precise frequency.

The beacon will connect you to the bridge.

Once it reaches full power,

you'll be home.

Tell me, why are you so invested in this?

My father believed in your vision, but he paid a heavy price for it.

So if I go back, it'll be like I never left.

There won't be an investigation. Adam won't go to prison.

And together, you'll be unstoppable.

Okay.

Let's make history.

Come on.

You've reached the voicemail of Dr. Allison Blake.

Damn it!

Henry? Yeah?

Run.

Henry!

Allison!

You okay?

Listen, Jack, her injuries. I tried. I'm sorry.

She's gone, Jack.

Jack.

What did this?

We got hit by some kind of energy pulse.

I think it came from over there.

Stay with her.

You.

Trevor!

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Now look what you've done.

And thanks to you, I lost my hat.

Your hat!

You killed her.

What?

Allison's dead.

What are you talking about?

When you fired up the machine there was a pulse and then she was...

She's gone.

Hey, Henry!

Something's gone very wrong.

I'm here too soon.

We need to hide. Hide!

Carter: Yeah, I... oh.

Sorry, I thought you were Henry Deacon.

No, Dr. Trevor Grant.

Nice suit, Trevor. You do Eureka proud.

I prefer Dr. Grant.

And you are? Already sick of founders' day.

Look, can you do me a favor and give me a lift back into town?

My phone's dead and I got a tree shrinkage problem to deal with.

Sure, sport. Climb on in.

Great. Thanks.

Carter: Looks nice, by the way.

Barber: Once again, sports fans, this is red barber

at ebbet's field, where negro league star Jackie Robinson...

Carter: No way!

What the hell have you done?

None of this was meant to happen.

The new bridge device must have created a separate wormhole.

I swear, I never meant to hurt anyone.

No, you just helped Beverly barlowe steal the doomsday device

and travel back in time.

Hey, I'm not here for Beverly.

I'm here for me.

Jack, I'm a man out of time.

This is my chance to fix the things that got broken last time I left...

And what about Allison?

Are you going to fix her, too?

Well, we can.

I mean, she's here, now, with you, and the others.

She doesn't die for another 63 years.

We can save her.

How?

Tonight, Adam barlowe's gonna steal the blueprints to the bridge device.

If we stop him, the new bridge device never gets made.

Beverly doesn't turn it on in 2010...

And then Allison will be saved, yeah.

We can save her, Jack.

You just got to trust me.

Dr. Grant, is everything okay?

Engine trouble. I had to park off the road.

Any chance you could drop me at the motor pool?

I'll send a mechanic back for it later.

No problem, sir.

Barber: The braves and Brooklyn are tied now, 3—3...

Exciting game, huh?

Jackie Robinson bows to the pressure,

and is still complicit in his major league baseball...

Bit of a bust, I'd say.

Soldier: You think it's too late to send Robinson back to the negro league?

Grant: Five bucks says he makes rookie of the year.

Make it 10.

Everyone's a bookmaker these days...

Easiest money I ever made.

Grant: Hey, don't drop me at the front gate, will you?

Drop me at the west gate, closer to the motor pool.

Thanks for the lift, soldier. No problem.

We're in.

Hey, nice uniform. Thanks.

We need to find Adam barlowe without being detected.

We do whatever it takes.

Jack?

Damn it.

Move. Move!

Soldier: He got away from us. Some idiotjumped in front of ourjeep.

Secure all checkpoints.

Was that... Fargo.

Oh, no.

This is very bad, Jack.

We just changed things. How?

If we're all going to get back home, Fargo has to be arrested just like he was before.

We've got to find him.

No, you go do that. I've to got to stop barlowe.

It may be our only chance at saving Allison.

Do not strand me. I won't. Meet me back here.

Grant: Subject in custody identified himself as one Jack Carter,

town sheriff.

He's of average height, weight, intellect.

Scrub that. He's a bit thick—headed to be quite honest.

Although,

he was carrying the most remarkable piece of technology I think I've ever...

Like I say, subject identified himself as the town sheriff.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Um, I'm looking for a naked man.

You don't say.

I'm looking for a little naked fellow.

Okay, I'm good. I'm...

You have a light?

Good luck with that naked fellow.

Soldier 1: Over there! Yeah, there he is!

Fargo: Oh, hot! Soldier 2: Hold it right there.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Soldier 3: Don't move.

Grant: I've never seen technology so advanced.

This is a serious security breach, Grant. I'm going to have to call the general.

And tell him what? Telegram for you, sir.

Grant: Thanks, barlowe.

Ryan: But this intellectual community that you're proposing we build here

has been infiltrated by a potential spy.

Announcer on radio: All eyes were at ebbet's field today in Brooklyn where...

We don't know that, Ryan.

President Truman's meeting with professor Einstein right now.

Until he returns...

Did he say Robinson went 0 for 3?

Hey! Did he say Robinson went 0 for 3?

Soldier 2: That's right, Dr. Grant.

Ryan: I told you he was overrated.

Hey.

Hey, there you are.

Here I am.

Again.

Adam: I was beginning to think you'd never get away from Ryan.

How's it coming?

Good. I mean, this signal's a little spotty, but I'll get it.

Listen, Adam,

we need to stop this. It's not going to work.

Yeah, it will. Don't worry.

No, you have to listen to me. It's not going to go the way we hoped. Believe me.

Wait a minute. You were so confident. What happened to "let's make history"?

What changed in the last few hours?

Let's call it an epiphany, shall we?

We need to be focused on what we can do to change things moving fonnard,

not looking back.

No.

I dedicated my life to this. To you. You can't stop me from doing this.

Now, I can do this. I just have to go over the blueprints.

Soldier: Private barlowe, report to the motor pool on the double.

Grant: Adam, there are things you don't know. Trust me.

Trust me, I know what I'm talking about.

I'll be back, doc.

Adam. Adam!

Grant: Boo. Miss me?

Don't sneak up on people. It's rude.

I'm trying not to draw attention to myself. Where's Douglas?

He's naked in jail where he belongs. What about barlowe?

I couldn't get through to him. I couldn't stop him.

Adam always was overzealous.

So what now?

Now we'll let fate take its course. Come on.

I know what this is.

This is...

Yeah, Jo.

We have men trapped! I need help!

Hang on.

Allison.

Allison: They're looking for you.

What? I can't leave him like this. Now go!

Soldier: Let's get this fire out!

What happened? He stopped breathing.

Grant: Is it any wonder with you bouncing on his chest like that?

I'd never seen anyone do that before.

Grant: Lay off, lay off. I'm giving him cpr.

Cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

It's a new technique. I learned it in nursing school.

Grant: You don't say.

She's something, isn't she?

Yeah.

She is.

Allison: Soldier. Do you have jumper cables in that thing?

Soldier 1: Yes, ma'am. Okay, I need you to hook it up to the engine coil,

ground it, then hand me the other end. Now!

Sir? Don't look at me, she said now!

Soldier 2: I'll pop the hood.

I hope to god you know what you're doing.

Me, too.

They're not in here.

Wait,

this isn't how it's supposed to happen.

I don't... I don't understand.

Grant: That's Adam barlowe.

You took them. You took the jumper cables?

He'll die. She'll live. You want to choose?

Oh, come on!

You... no, you don't know that.

I don't know that. But it might be her only chance.

No. No, no, there has to be another way.

Hey, isn't that the guy we're looking for?

Hold it, buddy. Don't move.

I hate that guy.

Soldier: Let's see your ID.

Come on!

Hey, hey!

My god.

What was that?

Allison: Precordial thump.

Grant: Who are you?

Allison.

You learn that in nursing school, too, Allison? Not exactly.

Well, well, well. Look who's back.

If you only knew.

What I do know is I'm the ranking security officer at this facility.

And you're trespassing.

Well, technically, your buddy Grant brought me here, so...

Grant: Easy, Ryan.

You really should watch that attitude, Mr. Carter.

If that's even your name.

You want to put out the cigarette, sport? Second—hand smoke's a bit of a killer.

Hey, don't say I didn't warn you.

Now who sent you here, Mr. Carter?

Which time?

Sir, the two prisoners escaped.

It looks like one of the nurses helped them.

Ryan, you go. I'll deal with the sheriff.

Come on. Carter: Okay. Okay, listen...

Look, this is going to be hard for you to understand,

but unless you let me go, that nurse is going to die. She's going to die.

Well, we can't have that, can we?

Grant?

Sorry about the slap, sport. Had to make it look good.

Well, yeah, you could have not hit me.

What about Adam barlowe?

Apparently fate decided to step in. Allison managed to save his life.

Again. Jack, our only hope is to find Allison before she travels back to 2010.

We need to tell her what's going to happen on that day.

Well, it's almost 11:00. We've got to warn her.

Right, and make sure we don't get left behind.

The beacon that got us here is burned out,

but I can adapt the transistor tubes to our pdas to make sure we get home.

Well, when I say "home," I mean to the point in time where we left, theoretically.

What is it with you guys and "theoretical"?

Here. Take this.

What is it? Your ticket home, sweetheart. If they don't catch us first.

I think we've got trouble.

Grant: Henry needs time to finish the beacons.

Hide in there. Go. It's easier to hide in a crowd.

I'll try to buy you some time. Thanks for the help.

Don't thank me yet, doll. Go, go!

We've got to get in there.

Not this way. Too many mps.

I hate that you would do that on purpose.

I already said I was sorry how many times? Yeah.

Now, listen, you're going to have to take the back entrance.

This is our last chance to warn Allison, so don't blow it.

I'll fix the pdas. I'll be right behind you.

All right. Go.

Carter: Here we go. Allison: Okay, do you have your phone?

Hold your hands? Hold my hands.

Just for luck.

The beacons are ready. Did you tell her?

Oh, no. Jack, I'm so sorry.

It can't end this way.

It's already 11:00. Time's run out. Now don't be thick—headed.

Don't... Carter, these beacons are going to activate any minute.

You called me thick—headed. Yeah, I don't like to be insensitive but...

No, it... there might be another way.

Hi.

So that happened.

Hey, guys. Sorry we're late.

Fargo: Where have you two been?

Sleeping. Working.

Uh, people work better when having slept.

Okay.

Any progress on the search?

Nope. Still pretty much screwed.

General Mansfield set checkpoints on all roads and airports within 50 miles.

The ded weapon is gone and we don't know who stole it.

I may have a lead.

Getting any readings?

No, but you know what's more unsettling?

What?

I don't remember this gorge being here before.

What is this?

Uh, recording wire.

The military used to use it for dictation before magnetic tape.

Grant: Subject in custody identified himself

as one Jack Carter, town sheriff.

He's of average height, weight, intellect.

Scrub that. He's a bit thick—headed, to be quite honest.

See... I'm 6'1". In 1947, 6'1" was big.

Yes, you are very big and smart.

The army did make an arrest. A private Adam barlowe.

Barlowe?

Carter: Jack, it's me. I mean, you. Forget it.

First, I'm in 1947 again. 6'1" is huge then.

Listen, Beverly is Adam barlowe's daughter and Grant's with her right now.

Stop staring at the machine and do exactly what I tell you.

Allison's life depends on it.

Come on, pick up.

You've reached the voicemail of Dr. Allison Blake.

What's up with Jack?

I don't know.

Henry? Yeah.

Run.

I trust me. I trust me. I trust me.

What is he doing?

I trust me.

Oh, crap!

Ahhh! I don't trust me!

Carter, what the hell...

I got my message.

Grant?

Yeah, nice uniform.

It worked.

Allison.

Beveny. Beveny?

Allison?

I'm good. Yeah, she's fine.

What are you doing? I'm sorry. Come here.

Oh, my god. What are you wearing?

Charles, what did you do?

He screwed up but it's... He made it right.

That was a crazy stunt.

Jo: Check the building! Contain the area!

No sign of Beverly.

Well, I'm sure she has noble goals, but she's become too focused on amassing power.

Well, you know what they say, absolute power corrupts...

Absolutely.

Jeez, guys, I thought I could make things right.

But there are certain things in the universe that clearly can't be changed.

I'm just real glad your accident wasn't one of them.

Me too. I'm so sorry.

You know I... I never meant for any of this to happen.

Well, I think we can all relate to making bad choices with good intentions.

Well, at least I can, at any rate.

Well, the good news is we recovered the ded device.

Bad news is Mansfield is ordering a complete investigation.

Everyone involved will have to testify.

If they look too hard at Grant, they could figure out who he really is.

Yeah, and that we're all a part of it.

Being sanctioned for violating time—travel protocols would be bad.

Well,

we're the only ones who know that he's involved.

So we just have to make sure that it stays that way.

Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Donovan.

The evidence was ovennhelming.

Well, you can relax because I'm not going to sue you.

Okay. I'm glad to see the experience hasn't hardened you.

Thanks for your help.

Hang on, you're not getting off that easy, Lupo.

I'm not stupid.

I know something's happened with the five of you, and part of it had to do with us.

Zane, let it go. Grant's been cleared and so have you.

I'm not talking about Grant.

You had my grandmother's engagement ring, Jo.

Come on.

Tell me what we were to each other.

Nothing.

I got to go.

Then why didn't that feel like a first kiss?

Zane, hey, I just heard the good news.

We should go out and celebrate.

Jo, do you want to come?

No, no, no, no, no. You two go ahead. I'll see you tomorrow.

Carter: Find any mementos from the past?

A few things.

Got your papennork.

It's a standard redaction.

Everything you're gonna need to start your new life some place else.

And judging from the credentials Fargo gave you,

you're going to be able to write your own ticket.

I don't know what to say. I appreciate that, I do,

but I'm not sure a new job is going to be strictly necessary.

Johnson & Johnson?

Yeah, an old friend told me to invest a while back.

Only this time around I chose to listen to her.

A thousand shares from 1947.

Yeah, what with six decades of stock splits and interest, I'm what you might call

rolling in it.

Where are you going to go?

Well, I always did want to travel. And now, I can do it first class.

I think that's everything.

I just wanted to say thanks

for helping me save her.

I mean, I don't know...

Thanks.

Please, you don't have to thank me for that.

After the mess I got you guys into, it's the least I could do.

Hey, I'm no good at good—byes, so tell the others for me.

Sure.

Oh, uh...

Almost forgot.

From one baseball fan to another.

I'll be seeing you, sport.

Don't call me sport.

Jackie Robinson?

I'm afraid things didn't work out the way we hoped.

But I do have a new target in mind.