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Whoa!

Previously on Eureka...

Loose Smart Dust could
potentially disrupt every band

on the electromagnetic spectrum.

Phones, computers,
the neural impulses in our brains.

Where's the control unit?

Uh-oh.

You have a G.D. employee in
custody under suspicion of espionage.

Justice will be taking over
that investigation immediately.

You have one message
in your inbox.

Holly was printing a body blank
in the Neural Networking Lab.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Carter.

Sorry, Jo.
Can't help you right now.

Got some things to take care of.

Those are Z-waves.

Yeah, but then Holly's pattern
wasn't the only one stuck in there.

Or maybe something else
is trying to get out.

Something else from the matrix?
That ain't good.

Zane Donovan?

You're under arrest for obstruction
of justice and destroying evidence.

Fargo, I think I found your
missing Smart Dust controller.

Hi.

Now we're even.

Where have you been?

I've been trying
to reach you for hours.

Sorry, I guess
the Smart Dust is still,

yeah, messing with
the cell reception.

But we found the control unit,
which is good.

Fargo says
he'll have it fixed soon.

No, not that. Zane
and I found something.

We don't even know what we found
and then Shaw arrested him.

Yeah, we heard.

And then you decided
to have coffee?

Oh, don't you fret,
Dr. Blake.

Miss Lupo is handling
the situation as we speak.

Handling it how?

Her usual way, with
intimidation and brute force.

Jack, this isn't funny.

Shaw thinks that Zane
destroyed classified files.

And something else
disturbing is going on.

Jo, Henry, Holly...

People are not
acting like themselves.

I'm sure it's just
the Smart Dust.

The electro-magnetic chaff could
be affecting people's brain functions.

No, I don't think
that that's it...

But, E.M. levels
are on the decline.

See? We have a plan.

Dr. Tuchman, one
Peruvian macchiato to go. Enjoy.

Thanks, Vincent.

Well, I think we should
probably get back to work.

Catch up with you later, babe.

Promise.
Bye.

Where are you going?

Protect and serve.

You have a visitor.

Could we, um, have a moment?

Make it fast.
You don't have much time.

Grace, good to see you.

So Henry, have you
thought about what I said?

Of course.
Could you remind me?

Don't play.

You are not responsible
for me being locked up.

Which is why I'm not
giving you a choice.

If you that say that you helped
me leak classified information,

I'll deny it. They have
no evidence to hold you.

They have no evidence
to hold you.

Shaw's just making an example.

Henry, I know what I did

and I can accept
the consequences.

I can't, I won't,

and that's why I'm
getting you out of here.

Henry, what are you...

Grace, trust me.

This is the only way.

You're my wife.

And I will never let you go.

Morning.
Dr. Tuchman, right?

Uh, yes. I do
something wrong, sheriff?

Well, the Smart Asphalt
sensors said you were weaving.

Well, I don't think so.

It's probably just a glitch.

Say, weren't you on
the Astraeus crew?

Yeah, unfortunately,
as it turned out.

Yeah. You're going to
have to come with us.

- To where?
- Back where you belong.

I don't, I don't understand.

You will.

Get out of the car, please.

This way.

This way.

Right here.

Right this way.

I've got you.

You're just making this
harder on yourself, Donovan.

I know you destroyed the
files implicating Dr. Monroe.

What files do you speak of?

You're trying my patience, kid.

And you're wasting
my time, Pops.

You've got nothing
tying me to this

or you would have
arrested me by now.

He's right.

He's guilty,
and we both know it.

Probably. But you don't
have enough to charge him.

You want me to release
your boyfriend. Shocking.

He won't go anywhere
we can't find him.

Major Shaw, sir?

Probably? Whose side
are you on, Jo?

Do you want to be
in his custody or mine?

Grace Monroe just
escaped from detention.

What? How?

I don't know, but it looks
like someone else helped her.

While I was in here.

Apology accepted.

You can cut him loose.
But he's your responsibility.

Gather your team.
I want Monroe found.

Yes, sir.

Promise me you won't wander off.

There is something
very, very wrong.

People are doing things
that don't make any sense,

like they've been brainwashed.

Well, with Smart Dust jamming
up the works, they could be.

Jack said you found the
control unit and you were fixing it.

That's the first
I've heard of it.

I haven't seen Carter in hours.

- See? Brainwashed.
- Him or me?

Jury's still out.

Um, where's the bio-printer?

Henry said that he had it
moved to maintenance.

I never authorized that.

I'm guessing that you
didn't give Holly permission

to start printing
body blanks either.

What? Do you know how many
millions of dollars those things cost?

Man, girlfriends are expensive.

What was she thinking?

I don't think she was.

Zane found other Z-wave
signatures in the mainframe

where Holly was being stored.

What if that's why she started
bio-printing more bodies?

But, why would she create
new bodies for them?

Maybe because the
program told her to.

There was a deliberate
energy pulse in the lab.

What if it was a command that her
neural processor was responding to?

So, you really think
others are controlling Holly?

Zane and I saw something.

Hands, like someone
was trying to get out.

What if they did?

Power supply is holding steady.

Smart Dust control unit
is working perfectly.

Virtual Eureka is back online.

This time they won't get out.

I'm going to miss this one.

- We can always make you a new one.
- Hmm.

And when we get
the rest of them,

I think I'm going
to like it out here.

Well, it looks like these DNA profiles
were bio-printed onto the bodies.

Oh, my God.
It's Jo and Henry

and at least a dozen others.

If they took the bio-printer,

they could have
copied anyone by now.

Fargo, people aren't
being brainwashed.

They're being replaced.

What are you guys looking at?

What?

I was released, okay?

I didn't bust out,
like someone else I know.

It's Jack, he's one of them.

Who's "them"?

Dr. Yoo! Just the
woman I'm looking for.

What can I do for you, sheriff?

Well, I need you to come
with me. Police business.

I need your expertise.

- Oh, okay.
- Yeah.

Love the jacket, by the way.

You're telling me
Carter, Henry and Jo

are evil clones made by Holly?

Well, technically, V.R. programmed
intelligences in bio-printed bodies,

but yeah, evil clones.

Yeah, I knew Jo was off,
but not that off.

I can't believe
this is happening.

Tell me about it. My resurrected
girlfriend is the Manchurian Candidate.

Well, we have to find them.
We need outside help.

Well, half the time we can't
call out, reception is so spotty.

I have an idea.

I have access to a
priority-five GETS hard-line

that goes directly
to NORAD H.Q.

It's dead.

They've cut us off.
We're on our own now.

All right.
What about Shaw?

They don't have his DNA on file,
so they can't copy him.

Plus he has rocket launchers.
I'm on it.

I have to find my kids.

All right. I'm going to
get us some weapons.

Non-lethal. If we can't tell the good
guys from the bad, we can't just kill them.

Well, we better hope the evil
clones play by the same rules then.

Director, I know people
have infiltrated G.D.

- That's why I'm here.
- I'm not talking spies, more doubles.

- Double agents?
- No.

Haven't you noticed people have
been acting not themselves lately?

One person comes to mind.

No, not me.
I mean Jo.

Am I interrupting?

No, we're just,
military man talk.

Really. You served?
Which division?

Um...

Long division.

The director seems
very distressed about...

Grace's escape, that...

It's terrible, really.
Do you have any new leads?

Actually, uh, yes.

Comm's still patchy but
we have a security scan hit.

Grace Monroe's credit card
was used an hour ago

at a service station
in Grants Pass.

All right.
Let's get a team moving.

Wait, wait, wait.
That's weird, isn't it?

I mean, Grace
wouldn't be so careless.

She's on the run.
People panic.

Sir, every second we waste,
her trail gets colder.

Agreed. Keep us on
high alert until I return.

Fargo, I was wondering
if we could review

the latest security
lockdown procedures.

They're in my office.

No, it's okay.

I mean the regularly scheduled
security briefing will be fine.

You expect me to believe that
people are being body-snatched?

I know how it sounds...

It sounds like you're
stupid, or stoned, or both.

My vote is for both.

Just think for a minute.

Has anyone you know been
acting strangely? Not themselves?

Tuchman didn't show up
for work today,

but he's always had
a lazy work ethic.

Lazy work ethic, huh?

Okay, how is this even possible?

Oh, my God, Zane, stay back.
That is not me.

What?

You're not me. I'm me.

What the hell, Zane?
Come on, man, I'm me!

Prove it.

Okay, uh, during
Astraeus training,

uh, you came into Café Diem

and I tried to give you
one of my limacoids

and you didn't want to take it

so we thought that
it would be funny

if we covered them in Tabasco
and gave them to Fargo.

Zane, come on,
just shoot this idiot.

You know he's not me.

I trust you.

If you say so.

Zane, don't!

How did you know
that it wasn't me?

The real you wouldn't trust me.

You dematerialized me.

Yeah, what happened
to non-lethal weapons?

Oh, that one's
a work-in-progress.

You don't say.

Betrayed by my
own DNA. Gross.

So, what else can we use that
won't splatter innocent people?

Well, I guess we could
develop something

that would specifically
target them.

But if they're like Holly,
they're basically human.

Yeah, their bodies,

but not the Z-waves
underpinning their consciousness.

What if we make
a sort of E.M.P.

that'll fry only that
brainwave frequency?

That would knock them
all out, if it worked.

Trust me. It's not
my first rodeo.

I taste like chicken.

Doug?

- Holly?
- I'm so glad to see you.

Okay, why, exactly?

Something really weird
is happening. It's like...

It's like I'm not
myself anymore.

I mean, not at
this exact moment.

Right now, I am me.

I just don't know for how long.

They're making me do things.

Who?

The N.P.C.'s from
Matrix Eureka.

It's like they made me
walk in my sleep,

but instead of
raiding the fridge,

I'm spitting out bodies like
the Queen Alien on LV-426.

Okay, well, that would
explain why Allison and I

found DNA patterns
in your bio-printer files.

They made me do it, Doug.

It's, it's, it's okay.

I knew you wouldn't go
pod-person on purpose.

But why would they
print replicants of us?

What do they want?

They're everywhere.

Come on. I know a place
where we can talk safely.

SARAH, where's Kevin?

I need you to pack
an overnight bag.

- We're going on vacation.
- Sweet. Where to?

To your nana's.

Okay, that's not a vacation.

All right, that's me staying
upwind of Grandpa all day.

I mean he needs to lay
off the chili, I'm sorry...

Honey, just pack!
Quickly, please, now.

Dr. Blake, your
blood pressure is elevated.

- Is everything all right?
- SARAH, I'm fine.

Honey, I'll explain
it to you on the way.

We need to pick up
Jenna from daycare.

Oh, no need.

I've got her right here.

Hi, Mommy.

Hey, babe.

Where you running off to?

Kevin, bring Jenna upstairs...

Now.

Hey, Mom, why are you tripping?

Yeah.

Jack isn't himself.

He's sick.

I need to bring him to G.D.

Actually, I've never felt better.

Dr. Blake, a full-body C.T. scan

shows that Sheriff Carter
is perfectly healthy.

Hmm! And looking forward
to some quality time together.

Not with them.

We can go somewhere alone.

Subtle, Mom.
Dang, get a room.

Oh, it's not what
she means, but...

I've got a room.

Here. SARAH, why don't you
make a snack for the kids?

Happy to.
But there's just one thing.

SARAH, what...
What are you doing?

Kevin, it's fine.
This isn't Jack.

What?

It's a long story.
SARAH, how did you know?

My C.T. scan also included
a DNA analysis.

Although it matched
Sheriff Carter perfectly,

his cells are only one day old.

You mean he's a clone?

Sweet! Can we keep him, please?

This is Jack's evil twin,
not a puppy.

Zane, can you hear me?

Tell me that
you found something.

How about a Z-wave bomb
that'll fit in your pocket

but should knock out
all the N.P.C.'s in one go?

Wait a minute,
"should" knock them out?

Yeah, we just need
an N.P.C. test subject

that we can calibrate
the Z-wave frequency.

We, uh, kind of
microwaved our last one.

Okay, well, I think
I can help you with that,

but we need to find safe place

where they won't be
looking for us.

Um, I'll meet you at the cabin.

Kevin, honey, I need
you to help me move him.

And then I need you to lock
the door and keep Jenna inside.

Don't let anyone in
until I get back.

Don't worry.
I'll keep them safe.

Mom, you're scaring me.

Honey, everything is
going to be okay, all right?

I just need you to trust me.

Okay, come on.
Let's move him.

It was so terrifying.

It was like that dream
where you're trying to scream

but all you can speak is Orcish

and you know what
you're doing is wrong, but...

You have no way
to stop yourself.

Yeah, I don't, I don't think
I've ever had that dream.

Me neither, but...

That's exactly what it was like.

So, um, where are we going?

Oh, just a little bit further.

Brain-jacking
really, really sucks.

You're my hero.

Are you looking for this?

I really wanted to trust you.

You can't win, Doug.

I'm so sorry, Holly.

Well, that was uncalled for.

Where's Jack?
Let's call it "napping."

So he's alive?

Of course. He's a valuable
intellectual resource.

You all are.
We don't want to hurt you.

I wasn't born
yesterday unlike you.

Clever.

It's for the
greater good, Allie.

Just think about it,
when you're back inside,

you'll be able to create
all sorts of amazing things

without potentially
destroying the world.

Back in where...

Beverly's Matrix program.

You're still acting on your
last directive to keep us inside.

Call me stubborn.

So, you want to put the entire
Astraeus crew back in Matrix Eureka?

We're protecting you
from yourselves

so that you can work
in safety and peace

and the more brainpower,
the better.

My work is here.
My family is here. Jack is here.

Yes, I am.

And when I'm done,
no one will even miss you.

A flux compression
generator bomb?

Nice.

Yeah, when it's time, we flip that switch,
it's sayonara, doppelgängers.

You know, Donovan, I've always
maintained that under proper supervision

you are not
completely incompetent.

Well, damn, Parrish.

That's probably the nicest
thing you've ever said to...

Probably anyone, actually.

All right, let's meet Allison and
take down these meat puppets.

Okay.

May I have your attention?

By order of Director Fargo,
G.D. is now under lockdown.

No entering or exiting
without authorization.

- Have a nice day.
- Yeah.

- Are we there yet?
- Shut up.

Oh, would you look at that.

- Damn it.
- There's nowhere to run, Allie.

Unit one, close in.

You're only making it
worse for yourself.

Well, she's got spunk.
I'll give her that.

G.D. is now on
lockdown status Bravo.

Oh, crap.

Why would Fargo lock us down?

I'm betting he didn't.

You think Larry's been replaced?

Maybe all of them have.

Either way, we're trapped.

The N.P.C.s think that
I've been replaced, right?

So, as N.P.C. Parrish,

I put you in handcuffs
and I walk you

right out the front door
as my prisoner.

I don't know, man.

Come on, Zane.

Dude, it'll be just like in Star Wars
when Han Solo put Chewie in handcuffs

to fool the Imperial Guards.

In this scenario,
you're Han Solo?

Yeah.

Trust me, Zane.
I was born to do this.

I can't believe it didn't work.

Seriously, dude,
you're an asshat.

Come on, Han, time to
encase you in carbonite.

Oh, he's only kidding.

Actually we're going to insert

a bio-absorbable stent
made of polylactic acid

into your bloodstream
and then hook you up

to a giant hive-mind forever.

Huh.

That is so not better.

I am really done with her.

We'll find her.

Hear that, Allison?

Come out, come out
wherever you are!

And where do you
think you're going?

To find my husband.

Baby, I'm hurt.

- He's right here.
- You got her, boss?

The hell he is.

Stop.

Carter, Andy, she's on the road.

Stop.

Allison, what are you...

Go! Go! Go!

Go!

Now what?

Now we do this the hard way.

What happened to her?

You were right. The N.P.C.s
have been controlling her,

making her bio-print
bodies to download into.

That's because they're
putting people back inside

the Matrix program, and they're
not just stopping at just the crew.

They're trying
to replace us all.

Not without a fight.

I'm telling you, Vincent,
people are being taken.

By whom?

By the sheriff and Deputy Andy,

and Jo and her guards.

We need to warn everyone.

Oh, my God, they're here.

Okay, everyone in the freezer.

Come on.

Hey, Jo! Hey, Andy!

Hey, Vincent,
where is everybody?

In the freezer.

Oh. Carter put in satellite TV.

- How very old school.
- Fargo, focus. Something is wrong.

Zane and Parrish
should've been here by now.

Unless they were taken.

We need their bomb to nullify
the N.P.C.s' Z-wave signature.

We're going to have
to do this ourselves.

But we have to connect it to

the Smart Dust control unit
to amplify the pulse.

I bet the clone army's using it to
power the new Matrix computer.

Yeah, except
we don't have the Z-bomb.

That does pose an issue.

Wait a minute. Zane said
the Z-bomb fit in his pocket.

So, if he and
Parrish were taken,

maybe he could still have it.

So, we just need to find out where
they're being held and activate it.

Except we have
no clue where that is.

But someone does.

We just need to follow her.

Nice work, Mata Hari.

And Allison is where, exactly?

Well played.

We need to widen and regroup.

The program isn't complete
without the final two.

Mata Hari was probably
innocent, you know.

A better spy analogy
would've been

Emily Geiger from
the American Revolution

or Belle Boyd
during the Civil War.

Oh, or Violette Szabo
from World War II.

- She was awesome.
- Do you have an off switch?

Okay, you find Zane and
see if he has the Z-bomb.

I'll sync my PDA to the Smart
Dust control unit to amplify the pulse.

Okay, well, be careful.
Don't get caught.

We may be the only ones left.

- Oh, that's reassuring.
- Oh, come on.

I'll go this way.

The crew.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Jack.

Honey, wake up.
You got to wake up.

Come on.

Silent mode! Silent mode!

Frak!

- Halt!
- What do you got?

We got an intruder!

Get him!

You, you're with me.

They're outside.
All hands on deck!

Oh, honey, I'll be back.

They're going to transport.

Down this way.

Hi, Doug.

Okay.

You slippery little fish.

Let's go, Fargo.

Get back!

Easy, easy, easy,
we don't want to hurt you.

Speak for yourself.
He made me run.

You know what they say, Doug.
Resistance is futile.

That's what you think.

He's controlling the Smart Dust.

- Well, that's annoying.
- I can't see anything.

I knew night vision mode
would come in handy.

He won't get far.

- Did anyone see him?
- Maybe he's gone this way.

Why is Doug even bothering?

Good question.

Zane, thank God.

Please be the bomb.
Oh, thank you.

Mommy?

What are you doing?

Please don't hurt me, Mommy.

Please.

Jenna...

Jenna. No, you're not real.

You're not real.

Yes, I am, and I'm scared.

I don't understand
what's happening.

Will you stay with me?

Mommy's tricky, isn't she?

Good job, sweetheart.

Now you go play, okay?

No. I want to watch.

Always the curious one.

Yeah.

- No. No.
- There we go.

That's quite enough,
Dr. Fargo.

- How did you...
- I have infrared vision, too.

Oh, man.

So, I suppose we
can't talk this out, um...

Man to replicant?

- Mmm-mmm.
- We're done talking.

Relax, Mommy.
It's time to go to sleep.

Please. I can't leave my kids.

Oh, Jo and I will
take care of them.

Over my dead body.

Oh, we don't want that.

- Bye, Mommy.
- No, stop.

Relax. I'll be right here.

So will I.

- Daddy!
- Jack!

- Did he hurt you?
- No, I'm fine.

I'm so happy
to see you, the real you.

Go! Go!

Came from in here.

Notify backup.

Daddy, they're gone.

Daddy's very angry.

Please tell me that
thing can help us.

It can...

- Do I sense a "but" or an "if"?
- If we can amplify it.

Fargo was trying to link it
to the Smart Dust controller.

But I think they got him.

We can't go back, not without
broadcasting our location.

Wait, wait. Broadcasting.
That could work.

I don't think that will help us.

No, no, the cabin.

We can use the satellite dish
to amplify the Z-wave signal.

We just have to get
the N.P.C.s to follow us.

Down this way!

I don't think that's
gonna be a problem. Run!

This way.

Spread out.
Don't let them get away.

They can't have gone too far.
Come on, let's go!

Try the back door.

Crazy! Crazy! Crazy arms.

Jack!

Okay, where's the
satellite dish?

- It's in the loft.
- Okay.

Game over.

I just hate myself sometimes.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I gotta kick my ass.

I know all your moves.

This one's new.

They're coming.

Jack!

Come on, let's go.

Oh, come on, Jack.
Get up.

Oh, my God!

Allie!

Up there!

Lights out.

Okay, I got it.

Holly?

- You okay?
- Yeah, are you all right?

Well, there's only
one of me, so yeah.

Well, one of you is all I need.

I love you so much.

I'm not sure if
I'm comfortable with this.

The N.P.C.s have
human brainwave patterns

that were downloaded
into bio-printed bodies.

There are ethical considerations
to how we deal with them.

Yeah, I think you're just
keeping a spare around

in case I don't work out.

No comment.

Well, what else we got?

Shaw still camped out
in Fargo's office?

Uh, yes, but I don't think
that Fargo has noticed.

He hasn't left Holly's side

since we set off
the Z-wave bomb.

It's been like two weeks.

And she's still comatose.

Yeah.

911. Holly...

Is the neural
lattice collapsing?

No. Synaptic firing rate
is rising, and still stable.

Is that good?

Come on, Holly.
You can do this.

Looks like she's
trying to wake up.

Holly?

That's my girl.

Okay, now we just need to...

Oh, hey.

Hi. Welcome back.

You must be Director Fargo.

I'm Dr. Holly Marten.

I'm here to see
your F.T.L. drives.

Senator Wen sent me.

You look just like your dossier photo.
Most people don't.

I think it's the glasses,
they're very distinctive.

Why doesn't she remember him?

Knocking out the Z-waves must've
compromised her solid-state drive.

Yeah, her brain stores
memories like a computer.

- Once that data is lost...
- It's gone forever.

Wait, what happened?

Was I in an accident?

Something like that.

Here you go and sorry
about that whole freezer thing.

- That's okay.
- Okay.

- So, San Francisco could be nice.
- Mmm.

Or Seattle.

It rains too much there.

Unlike here.

Jack, do you really
want to leave Eureka?

Well, I think at a certain
point we need to ask ourselves

if the universe is trying
to tell us something.

The D.O.D. is asking
themselves that same question.

Oh, Major Shaw. I didn't
see you eavesdropping there.

I'm looking for Director Fargo.

Is there a problem?

Isn't there always?

What were you saying
about the D.O.D.?

I should talk to the director.

Major, what is going on?

Look, believe me,
the department appreciates

the remarkable work that's
been done here in Eureka.

Been done?

Given the latest incident and
breach in national security,

the department is terminating
its funding of Global Dynamics.

What?

For how long?

Permanently.

We're shutting Eureka down.