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Thank you.

Morning, sheriff. Morning.

Maple bar and Vinspresso to go?

Am I that predictable? I would say consistent.

Mmm. Oh. Don't they look happy?

Hey, Zane. Carter.

That's nice.

So, you're back together.

We're working on it. Congratulations.

Maybe now, he'll stop giving me the stink eye.

Uh, well, he's still having some issues with our, um, matrix relationship.

Yeah, so is Allison.

I mean, like that would ever happen in the real world. Right?

I know. Right?

Okay. 80, um...

I've got to head back to g.D.

Uh, Warren Hughes is coming from d.O.D.

Human resources.

Oh. I love that little guy. Say hi for me.

Oh, you can tell him yourself.

He's conducting reviews of all the astraeus crew members

to ensure they're fit to return to work at g.D.

And the fun never stops. Yeah.

So, you and I, we're, uh... we're good, right?

Yeah.

No more weirdness?

Good.

That was weird.

Here you go, sheriff. Hey.

Oh, and looks like Zane forgot his sunglasses.

Oh. I'll give them to him.

The... wow. Nice shades, ponch.

Jackass.

Who gave you the authority to re—activate the matrix mainframe?

Shut it down. Woman: Yes, director.

I want this thing dismantled and locked in the vault. D.O.D. Orders.

Fargo, hang on.

I did. I just began restoring the corrupted files to analyze the program code.

Yeah, but that program killed Dr. Marten. I want it mothballed.

Yeah, I get that, man.

We all miss her.

But maybe understanding what happened would give you,

I don't know, some sense of closure.

Isn't that what Holly would want?

Holly's gone. And I want that thing gone. Today.

Come on.

Allison: Make sure the crew's medical files are ready for review.

Okay, Dr. Blake.

Hey. Hey.

I don't think I'm going to make lunch today.

Oh. Oh, yeah. Jo told me, uh, Warren's in town.

Yes. And everything must go smoothly. People's jobs rely on it.

Okay. So, no pressure, then.

I just want to get through this and get everything back to normal.

Yeah.

So, you were with Jo today?

Uh, actually, she was with Zane. And is with Zane.

Because we're in the real world.

No, but I might have to talk to her from time to time.

Of course, you will. Uh—huh.

Hey! My favorite couple!

Oh! Oh, Warren!

Oh! Well...

Oh. I heard about your ordeal.

Terrible loss, Dr. Marten. I'm very sorry.

Thank you. It was, uh... It was a shock to all of us.

Well, I don't want to add to your stress.

I'll keep these evaluations as casual as possible.

Think recreation therapy, not inquisition.

Good. Well, I think the astraeus crew will appreciate that.

Hey, I'm breezy.

But in case things don't go well,

sheriff, I'll need you to handle the redactions.

That doesn't sound breezy. Do...

Well. Let's get started.

Good luck.

Warren, this is Dr. Fowler, the astraeus crew's particle physicist.

Thank you for seeing me first, Mr. Hughes.

I get test anxiety.

No need, Dr. Fowler.

You must be glad to be getting back to normal life after your ordeal.

Definitely. Uh, I'm getting used to reality again,

and I was able to apply one of my virtual breakthroughs to my work here.

Take a look.

Ooh. Steak. This is going to be a good experiment.

I calculated the wave functions necessary to

transport organic material across space-time using quantum entanglement.

Uh, safety goggles, please.

Okay...

Here we go.

Wow.

Very impressive.

Yeah, but who'd want to eat it now?

I mean, you don't know where it's been.

How does the reconstructed tissue compare to the original?

Darn near identical. I'm still working out a few minor issues.

Oh. Look out. Look out. Look out. Look out. Look out.

Oh. Sheriff.

Are you all right?

I'll never eat burgers again.

I don't know what happened. All the other tests went perfectly.

Can I get a towel?

Clean it up and run a diagnostic.

Dr. Fargo.

Clearly, Dr. Fowler rushed his work in order to impress me,

work he developed, when he was jacked into the program.

Well, yes... this accident was a direct result of his trauma.

So, he's redacted pending further evaluation.

Redacted?

I'm very sorry.

Now, Dr. Fargo, I have something special planned for your review.

I think I'm deaf.

This is my evaluation?

Yes. I've found that recreation therapy helps people to relax and open up.

And your file says that laser tag is a favorite activity.

Well, I did captain the Eureka team that schooled los Alamos three years running.

Excellent. Shall we start then?

Bring it.

I told you I needed things to go smoothly today.

Hey, I didn't asplode the tenderloin.

And man, what a waste!

Well, your eardrums aren't ruptured. I think you'll be fine.

Well, except I was going to enjoy my day with you.

And now, I'm stuck with Jo, doing... redactions.

Well, maybe I'll have to keep you under observation for a little longer.

You know, just to be on the safe side. Right. Right.

Is this where it hurts?

So, how's your health?

Any changes in diet?

Appetite?

Sleep patterns?

No, no, and no!

How is this side too? Over here?

Yeah, it was both. For sure. It was, yeah...

I like medicine.

Allison: Jack!

Jack, what are you doing?

What the frak?

Oh, my god!

Here you go.

Is he okay? Jack!

What? No!

How did I get here? In here?

You came down here after the lab accident. Remember?

No. Where's Warren?

He's doing Fargo's evaluation. Why?

I'm Fargo.

Okay, you know what? That asplosion was bigger than we thought.

We need to check your head. No time. I need to find me!

Jack. Jack!

I heard gunfire. What the hell happened?

I don't know. Jack just lost it.

Carter did this? Yes.

Okay, I have to find him. No, no, no, no. Look. He left the gun here.

He needs medical attention. I will handle it.

No weirdness. Yeah. Right.

Um, what just happened?

You got schooled is what happened, Dr. Fargo.

What? Fargo?

Oh, my god. It's my worst nightmare.

I'm your worst nightmare.

I expected more from the laser tag—team captain.

No, no, no, no, no. This isn't happening.

Perhaps you're not as ready to lead as you thought, Dr. Fargo.

That's right. I'm Fargo.

And I'm good. And definitely leader material.

Then, defend yourself!

Now, that's more like it. Congratulations.

You've passed the first phase of your review.

There's more?

I'm gonna go get changed.

I'm so screwed.

Sheriff Carter?

Whoa. This is beyond creepy.

Fargo? Holy socks! We've swapped bodies!

Jack! What is going on with you?

Well, for starters, I'm over here.

Okay, Fargo, it's not funny. Jack just fired a weapon in the infirmary.

I did what?

It was an accident. I was in here, in my body, playing laser tag.

The next thing I know, I'm in you.

Okay. Never phrase it that way again.

What are you two talking about?

We've had a kind of neural swap.

That is impossible. Possible.

We were just making out in the infirmary.

With Warren here?

Dr. Blake, fda in the workplace is against g.D. Policy.

Bigger issues, Fargo.

Oh, my god. You're not kidding.

Is this myjoking face? No. This is not my face at all.

What did you brainiacs do this time?

I don't know. But if Warren finds out, we can kiss our jobs goodbye.

Oh. Um... hey, kids.

Time for phase two, Dr. Fargo.

Let's go look at some art.

Help me, Allie.

Wait. You're Fargo? I'm sorry. I'm having trouble believing this.

Just run a magnetoencephalographic neural scan and find out.

See?

Wow. I mean, that is definitely not Jack.

But neural transplantation is impossible.

What about neural teleportation?

Neural what?

Dr. Fowler's matter—relocation unit blew up in our faces this morning.

Maybe it affected our synaptic functioning.

He said it was having issues.

Maybe. It's a stretch. I don't know. I'll take a look.

And we'll start running neural scans.

Hopefully, we can fix this before Warren finds out.

Just hurry up. Carter's in my body talking to Warren.

Who knows what he might say?

Butterfly dog.

What an oddly child—like imagination you have.

Uh... how about this one?

Butterfly cow.

That is filthy. You show that to children?

I have to say, I'm a little concerned, Dr. Fargo.

These aren't typical answers for someone with an lo. Of 163.

Ah. Well, because I was joking. Obviously.

Give me another one. I can do better.

Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Fargo, about that project we discussed shutting down earlier...

I found something promising.

Yes. Well...

Pursue that and report back to me.

Great. Thanks.

And I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Donovan.

Yeah, I can't wait, Warren.

So, let's try a few more images.

Accepted to mit as a sophomore.

Got my phd at 22.

Recruited by global dynamics the next year.

And now my entire scientific career is at the mercy of sheriff Carter.

I'm more concerned that his body is at your mercy.

What if he gets stuck this way?

Wow, Dr. Blake.

Either you'll have to date me in sheriff Carter's body,

or date sheriff Carter in mine.

It's quite a Sophie's choice.

Grace? We have to fix this.

Honey, don't worry, I will take care of it.

Oh. We're getting a neural spike.

Is he having a seizure? Fargo?

Dr. Fargo?

What? Hmm?

What do you see in these?

The Orion nebula.

A high elf with a war hammer.

Oh, Buffy high—fiving herself.

You have a very interesting brain, Dr. Fargo.

I think we're done.

Done? As in redacted?

No. Done, as in cleared for duty.

I'm satisfied that you're ready.

Butterfly dog. That was a good one.

Butterfly dog?

Oh. Jack?

Yeah. Oh, I've literally never been so happy.

My god. I don't think I could have taken Sophie's choice.

She's been a little worried.

Allison: Maybe the neural scanning process reset you somehow.

Grace is analyzing the data.

But we don't know what caused it.

What about the, uh... Transporter thing... thing—ama-jig?

Did you make me talk like that in front of Warren?

Yeah, I did. You want to go shoot something?

I've looked at the matter re—locator. And there's no indication

that it could cause this. Any residual symptoms?

Uh... my head hurts a bit,

but I'm pretty relieved to be back in my body.

Yeah, me too. You really had to go to the little boys' room.

Well...

Tell me you didn't take me.

Tell me you didn't use your boy hands to...

They were your hands.

Both of you need some rest tonight.

And we'll keep looking for the cause.

But hopefully, you know, the worst is over.

Hopefully.

How you feeling?

Well, I'm back to my old self.

Mmm...

Well...

Why don't we celebrate?

I like the way you think.

Jack, what are you doing?

Aw, man. Not again.

Want some company?

Oh, boy. Mmm.

Is there a problem?

No. No. Why would there be a problem?

Okay. Way to be subtle.

I will go brush my teeth.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

This is the weirdest dream ever.

I thought that we could start the day off right.

Oh, god.

Oh! That's... that sounds great.

But I don't... I don't think I can. Mmm—mmm.

I would disagree.

Oh, I mean, I'd love to. But, uh, I'm late.

Late to work. Yup. Rain check. Rain check.

Rain check?

Hello?

Zane, it's Carter.

What? If you're Carter, then why do you sound like me?

Because I am you. We just swapped brains.

This is a seriously messed up dream.

Ew. Oh.

Allison: Jack, who are you talking to?

It's not a dream, Zane. And if you touch Allison, you're a dead man.

I'm... I'm talking to Zane. That jackass.

He's trouble.

The... if you're at my place, then you're in my body.

Yep. And you went a little nuts with the hair trimmer, don't you think?

Hey. I believe in man—scaping.

You should try it, sheriff sasquatch. This is disgusting.

I was in the shower.

You don't say.

Where's Jo?

Indisposed.

Indisposed? Like, naked?

Just meet me at the neural lab. And no touching.

Yeah. That goes both ways, pal. And I got a gun.

Unbelievable. What is this, polyester?

Jack? Where did he go?

Ah. These wrinkles are deep.

Man, he's going to have cheeks like a basset hound.

Oh! I was looking for these.

Whoa!

Whoa!

I'm in hot pursuit.

Yee—haw!

I found an elevation in Jack's 2 wave pattern compared to the other crew members.

It's concerning.

Tell me about it.

I woke up inside Zane.

In the shower.

Damn it!

Jack? How did you guess, Henry?

This is extraordinary.

It's not the word I'd choose, but...

Zane is in your body?

Yeah, he's on his way here now. I feel all bulky.

We need to run a new pet and spect scan on both of you right away,

before this gets any worse. Morning, friends.

Too late. Mr. Donovan, your review is next.

And I have a special activity picked for you.

And I brought scones.

Great. Right behind you.

Buh, buh, buh, bad!

Buh, buh, buh, bad!

Buh, buh, buh, bad!

Bad to the bone

do you know how fast you were going, miss?

I'm sorry, sheriff. I was testing a new hybrid turbine engine,

and there was a surge in the power cell. Aw... yeah.

It just got away from me.

I have a permit.

Well, then, little honey,

I may have to cite you for disturbing the peace.

Excuse me? Yeah.

If you want to file a sexual harassment claim against me,

sheriff Carter, then you do that with deputy Andy.

Okay? Hold on.

Sheriff grab-ass.

Yeah. Uh, this is a trip, isn't it?

You have to get up here now so I can run some tests.

Yeah. Tell Carter I'm just getting a little bit of payback.

I would, but he's being evaluated by Warren Hughes in your body.

I'll be right there. Uh, call me.

Drop dead.

Carter. C—a—r—t—e—r.

Warren: You look nervous, Mr. Donovan.

But your file says you love rock climbing.

Oh, I do. Yeah. I love it. Love it.

You need some more slack?

No.no.no. Tight is good. Tight is good.

So, tell me. Have you noticed any changes in your sleep patterns?

Like waking up in another body, maybe!

Come again?

No, not really. No.

Sorry to interrupt, Warren.

Zane, the project we discussed, it never arrived at the vault.

Right. Um... It's on my to—do list.

We won't be much longer.

Well, just get it done.

Martha is going to make sure you do.

Whoa!

Take it easy. I said I'd do it.

Is that typical behavior for her?

No! Martha, take it easy.

Never do that again.

So, you're Zane? Since when?

Since right before you brushed your teeth this morning.

And Carter slipped into me. There's got to be a better way to say that.

Um... excuse me?

Hey, jojo.

What's going on?

Uh, Jack has been experiencing strange neural transfers.

First, with Fargo. Now, with Zane.

Who was in the shower with me this morning?

What?

Son of a bitch. I knew he was touching.

No. He didn't. He didn't.

But he also didn't say that he wasn't you.

Well, I was a perfect gentleman.

You didn't say who you were either, Zane.

You didn't?

I thought I was dreaming. He... he knew.

Where is he?

Down! Down!

We need help here.

Warren, are you all right? It's my heart. It's...

Lie down. Lie down.

Are you having chest pain?

I have an icd.

Ew. The birth control thing?

No. An implantable cardioverter defibrillator.

It delivers a jolt of electricity to correct

arrhythmia during stressful situations.

Yeah, like being chased by a psychotic attack drone?

Give it a second.

That's better.

Oh. What in the world got into her?

We are going to go find out.

Come on. Let's go fill out an accident report. Safety first.

I'll talk to you later, Carter.

Oh. You told her? Thanks, Zane.

You showered with my girlfriend.

You're lucky I didn't punch myself in the face.

Don't push me, six pack,

or I'll pound another bacon-cheese scone.

Another?

It's going to take me a month to work that off!

Okay. Can the two of you take this seriously, please?

We need to figure out what is causing this. Not to mention this.

I wonder if there's a link.

Between what?

The accidents and us.

You know, first, the meat explosion, and now, Martha.

It's the second time technology has gone nuts in the last 24 hours.

Third. I pulled over a hottie in a runaway test vehicle.

You may be hearing from her attorney.

Oh, yeah? Or maybe I'll just arrest myself

for impersonating a police officer.

Oh, let's see how that goes for you.

Whatever. We need to get Henry to take a look at Martha.

Zane, are you all right?

No. Do I look all right?

I'm hideous. I'm half scarecrow, half Andy Griffith.

Okay. We need to get both of you down to the neurology lab

before there's permanent damage.

Or you get stuck like this.

Stuck like this?

Well, the good news is, Zane's scans are normal.

Great. But I'm still stuck in here.

And what's the bad news?

Jack's spect shows a hyperactive axonal cluster.

Well, that can't be good.

It's an unusual concentration of high-speed electrical impulses.

Well, Jack has been the focal point of the swapping.

But what would cause the cluster?

Well, it must be the z waves. I mean, the entire crew is sharing them,

and Jack's brain is acting as an antenna.

If the neural transfers continue,

then it'll cause permanent brain damage.

Well, then, we're going to have to operate to stop them.

Whoa. Brain surgery?

Sign me up. I don't want to get stuck in this doughy body.

Okay, look. We don't have time to argue.

Things are critical now.

I think we're going to have to tell Warren what's going on.

Well, I only wish you had come to me sooner.

So do we. We had good intentions.

It sounds to me like your intentions were to hide a major security threat

in order to save yourjobs.

Well, if you're splitting hairs...

Look, I appreciate that you came fonnard with the truth.

But unfortunately, it's a little too late.

After the surgery is completed

and you've stopped whatever is causing this,

I regret to say, you're all redacted. I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Zane?

Unfortunately.

Seeing you like this is really awkward.

Tell me about it. I have no abs at all.

How are you really feeling?

Kind of nauseous.

I think it's the thought of you getting naked with him.

I didn't get naked with him. I got naked with you.

Yeah, except Carter was in the cockpit. Okay, please.

Don't say cockpit.

Nothing happened.

But this is the way it starts.

All right? Just like in the program. It's just...

Listen to me. I don't care about programs.

I care about you. No matter what body you're in.

That better be Zane in there.

In here.

This is not my fault. Okay?

Of course.

Let's drill into your brain, shall we?

Oh, this day sucks.

Ow! Okay...

Maybe operating in your current state of mind is a bad idea.

I'm fine.

What are those?

The haptic telepresence gloves are like a steering wheel

for the nanoprobe she's about to insert.

I'm going to drive the probe through your brain

to the axonal cluster and neutralize it.

Through... okay... Well, don't drive angry.

Laser—drill is in position.

Gloves are activated. Let's get started.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. We're going to knock me out, right?

No, I need you to stay awake and make sure

we don't do damage to your brain during the procedure.

Oh, that's comforting.

And I don't want you to talk unless I tell you to.

I need you to be perfectly still.

Okay. No moving while you're tooling around in my brain. Fair.

That fair enough. Got it.

Okay. Let's get started.

How are you feeling, Jack? Never better.

Okay. Almost there.

We're getting a spike in the axonal cluster.

Jack, you can't...

Oh, no, no, no, no...

Jack?

Oh, crap.

Breathe easy, Jack. It's okay.

I'm probing my own brain, Allie. It's so not okay.

Allison, do you want me to disengage the gloves?

No. Leaving the probe there could cause permanent damage.

We're going to have to maneuver it out the way it came in.

But we don't know what we're doing.

I'm going to guide you through it. Okay?

Grace, if you could set up the haptic telepresence readout

on the main monitor there.

That would be fantastic. Jack, it's like a video game.

Okay? Now, use your hands to pull

out the probe the same way it went in.

Okay. So, it's like operation.

Just don't touch the sides.

If that makes you feel better, sure.

Okay. Jack, watch my hands.

Easy. Okay. You're doing... You're doing great, Jack.

Allison, are you okay?

All things considered...

Uh—oh. Okay, maybe no chit-chat?

Uh, sorry.

Grace: Okay, almost there. That's it...

And you're out.

Thank god. Allie, are you okay?

Who's Allie?

Kidding. Jack, you did great.

That's so mean.

Yeah, well, I'm still a little mad about that kiss.

That is so not my fault. I swear, it's all about you.

Jack? We're not out of the woods, yet.

We have to fix this.

I know.

We will.

Your boyfriend out of surgery yet?

No. And you have to stop.

Sorry. It's just been a really weird day.

You're the one who kissed me with Carter's mouth.

I was... I was caught up in the moment, I guess.

Zane, you have to know how crazy it is

to be jealous of something with Carter and me that never happened.

Yeah, but the thing is, it's not.

I've been digging into the programming.

The virtual Eureka we experienced in there,

it's based on predictive algorithms from our own psychological profiles.

So, given the right set of circumstances, you and Carter hooking up,

it's not just possible. It's probable.

One of the circumstances was me thinking that you were dead, right?

Right.

So, don't make me kill you, and you have nothing to worry about.

Mmm.

You okay?

My head hurts even more. Or your head, rather. Would you like your results?

Really? I don't know what this means.

Well, the data shows that the hyperactive axonal cluster is serving as an antenna.

And it's not transmitting. It's receiving.

From what?

Well, we don't know.

But the spike in the electrical activity from each swap

is eroding the myelin sheath.

That doesn't sound good.

Jack, you could suffer permanent damage

to your central nervous system.

Your brain is not the only thing

suffering from dangerous spikes in electrical activity.

Jack, good call.

The other devices that malfunctioned were all on the same 2 wave frequency.

The re—locator, Martha, and the smart car energy cell.

Have Fargo do an audit. Find out what project or device is causing this.

Maybe it's the one he's been telling Zane to shut down.

Good luck. Oh, I don't like this.

Check it out. I can't believe it.

You've been rebooting the mainframe after I specifically told you

to mothball it?

What?

You told me to pursue it and then report back to you.

That wasn't me. That was Carter.

All right. Well, how was I supposed to know that?

Look, the point is, it's been slowly re—constructing the files

and I found something here.

Take a look at this. What are those?

The mainframe has been tracking the z waves of the astraeus crew,

or it's been trying to.

But it found one that's still active inside the program.

Holly?

Yeah.

Fargo, she might still be in there.

Henry: Jack, they're in here. So is the mainframe.

Jack? Carter's inside Allison now.

Phrasing. How many times?

So, if the program is doing what I think it's doing,

we need to shut it down so that they can get back to where they belong

before they can't.

Hey. No one told me that you were out, yet.

Yeah, sorry. It got a little hairy before...

With the body—swapping.

Yeah, about that.

And our kiss.

What about our kiss?

Oh, this matrix thing has everyone acting nuts.

And I really want things to be normal again.

So, I just, I think that we should just be honest with each other.

You know, so we can move past it and get on with our lives.

Honest about what, exactly?

Us. I mean, of course, I've thought about it.

Why wouldn't I? You're my best friend. You're attractive.

I'm really attractive.

I mean, I... it's not that I want to pursue it.

You know, I just... why act like it's never crossed our minds?

I mean, haven't you ever thought about it?

No. Not really.

Well, I'm glad that we cleared that up.

Okay.

When Zane rebooted the program,

it began searching for missing files

which are, in this case, the crew's brains.

It couldn't find us directly because we're not hard—wired to it anymore.

And Jack, of all of you, was the only one who was linked to the program wirelessly.

And it found him.

So, I'm a wi—fi hotspot.

Pretty much. Each 2 wave pattern it re—booted for,

the crew had to pass through that router, you,

which caused the temporary neural swaps.

If we shut down the program, the anomalies stop.

Fargo, it's still in the re—booting process.

If we shut down now, we could lose access to all of the restored data,

including Holly. I know.

Do it.

Ready?

Jack?

No. It's Allison. I'm back. What happened?

Oh, no.

What happened?

He jumped up, took a few steps, then collapsed.

He's non-responsive. Jack! Jack! Jack!

Well, he's alive, but his synapses are misfiring.

And his eeg is all over the place.

What does that mean exactly?

Well, if our brains are like hard drives, then Jack's is corrupted,

and it's about to crash permanently.

And if that happens, we could lose him.

Can you re-boot him?

The way my implant does for my arrhythmia?

The nanoprobe. If we re—calibrate the charge...

We can send a small electrical jolt to the cluster and neutralize the anomaly.

Okay.

That should do it. We're running out of time.

I'm in. The eeg is still erratic.

Delivering charge. Now.

Okay.

Pulling out.

Jack. Jack, come on. Come back to me, please.

Come on, love. It's Allie.

Come on, Jack.

Jack, is that you in there?

It's me.

I'm here.

There's a happy ending, huh?

Definitely.

Things do seem prone to go wrong around here,

but you guys have a knack for making everything turn out right.

We have an amazing crew. It's a team effort.

I noticed that.

Which is why I've reconsidered my decision to redact the crew.

If anything, the last 24 hours have shown me

just how prepared you are to resume your duties.

Oh, Warren. That's a great relief. Thank you.

Everyone except Fowler. That kid has issues. He needs some time off.

He's not the only one.

Oh. Tell me about it.

I've been trying too hard, Henry,

to fix things. To get back to normal.

But I think I need some time off, too.

From all of it. Being here.

I love you. But, um... I think I need to go away for a while.

Margherita pizza for Allison. And for you, sheriff,

barbecue-bacon-blue-cheese burger with beer-batter curly fries. Enjoy.

Thanks, Vince.

Turns out I can eat burgers again.

I'm just glad that you're feeling like yourself again.

Mmm. Come here.

Jack... there's something I need to say to you.

Yeah, I need to say something to you, too.

When I was lying there, and my brain was fading,

and the thoughts were just being stripped away,

the ones that I clung to

were of you and the kids.

I never want to go through that loss again. Ever.

I want to start building memories with you.

Forever. Starting now.

Jack, what are you doing?

I know this is the wrong place.

And I know that this is the wrong time.

But I don't want to wait anylongen

yeah. Allison...

Will you marry me?

And I also know that this is a beer-battered potato ring.

But, uh... people are staring.

So, what do you say?

I say yes.

Man: Way to go, sheriff.

Vincent: Champagne for everyone.

Subtitling: C.M.C.