03x09 - Welcome Back, Carter

[bunniefuu]

HENRY: Previously on Eureka.

I'm pregnant.

Our new mayor elect is...

Mr. Henry Deacon.

No!

I think I figured out
why your hormones are
so out of whack.

You're having twins.

MANSFIELD: You've allowed
a breach of security

turn into a potential
town-wide catastrophe.

MANSFIELD: Where's Thorne?

I want you to arrest her.

You disobeyed a direct
order, and this time I can't
look the other way.

Eureka no longer
requires your services.

You are fired, Carter.

TURNER: This is a very
impressive resume, Mr. Carter.

You've had a long career
in law enforcement.

There's never
been anything else
I wanted to do.

Experience matters to us
at the Department of
Homeland Security.

Now, for the last
two years,

you've been in
small community
policing.

I grew up in
a small town myself.

Anything exciting
ever happen?

(SCREAMING)

What are you doing?

Just your normal
small-town stuff.

HENRY: So, how did
the meeting go?

It's a little weird
interviewing for a new job

when you can't actually talk
about your old job.
Right.

The government has to
protect its secrets,
you know,

and you've seen a lot
since you've come
to Eureka.

Well, you didn't
tell me about it,
and compared to this,

Homeland Security's
gonna be dull.

Jack, forgive me,
but I'm actually hoping
you don't get the job.

I got to go.
Sure. Anything
I can help with?

Well, I'm
trying to nail down a
radio diffraction grating,

the EHF
antenna array.

It's still
getting crackles.
What do you think?

Good luck. Yeah.
Gotcha.

Hey!

Hi.
Did they offer you
the job?

Well, they told me
they'd let me know.

But, when?
When will they
let you know?

I mean, will we have
to move right away, or...

(CHUCKLES) I don't know,
but no more Vinspresso
for you. Okay?

Wow. My life is
in complete turmoil,

and you think
it's hilarious?

No. I don't.

I mean, in fact, I told them
I can't start until
you finish the semester.

I'm gonna make this
as easy on you as I can.

Okay.

Vince! Can I get
a burger?

A simple meal
for a simple man.

It's not gonna be the same
without you, Sheriff.

Vince, can you try
and hold it together

for just, like,
one second, please?

Thanks, Vince.

Wow, a coffee and a donut.
You're already eating
like a sheriff.

It's a 16-grain
protein bagel,
and I am not Sheriff.

All right, "Acting Sheriff,"
just until the D.O.D.
Makes it official.

You happy?

Carter, you know
I've always wanted your job,
and I deserve it.

And I'll probably do it
better than you did.

Yeah. You will.

I want it,
but not like this.

I know.

I'm proud of you anyway.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey.
Hey! Look at you!

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, it's hard not to.
I'm starting to create
my own gravitational field.

Yeah, well,
it agrees with you,
being pregnant.

Actually, I needed to see
the both of you.

I have news about
the sheriff's position.

General Mansfield
came around and he is
gonna rehire Carter?

No.

Congratulations,
Sheriff Lupo.

And it's not
Jo, either. Sorry.

They have hired a replacement.
He will be here any minute.

So,
I guess he sent
his stuff ahead.

And he's late
on his first day.

Well, they gave me
his phone number.
Let me give him a call.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

He sent his
cell phone ahead?

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Hello, Dr. Blake,
Deputy Lupo.

And you must be...

That's very creepy.

That is the latest
in dynamic copolymers.

(GROANS) Is this one of
your freaky inventions?

No. This is
a $2.9 billion
D.O.D. Program.

I'll have him on duty
in two shakes of an
artificial lamb's tail.

"On duty"?

Fargo, are you saying
that the new sheriff
of Eureka is a robot?

The biggest advance
in soft robotics
since the Furby.

Well, you...
Well, you can't expect
just any anthropomorph

to replace
Sheriff Jack Carter.

That's it.
Passed over again?
I don't think so.

Come on, Jo.

I quit. I am not
working for that

thing!

Jo!

You can call me
Sheriff Andy.

Hi, Sheriff Andy.

(ELECTRONIC GEARS WHIRRING)

Eureka can't have
an experiment in charge
of law enforcement.

You needed a sheriff,
and the prototype
was ready.

Or would you prefer
to leave the position
vacant?

I would prefer
rehiring Carter.

Sheriff Andy is programmed
with the latest protocols
in criminal investigation.

He is designed to be
ahead of the problem,
unlike Carter.

Look, I know
Carter has a unique
investigative style,

but his record
speaks for itself.

Yes, it does.

Dr. Blake, you are
now the sole head
of Global Dynamics.

Your plate is full.
Don't waste your time
worrying about Carter.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

SARAH: Good evening, Sheriff.

Yeah, not so much.

What's this?
SARAH: Ask your sister.

Oh, why doesn't that
surprise me?

Lex?

(LAUGHING) Oh, come on,
Jack. Look, it's so cool.

What is...
Let me guess. Uh...

What, a baby aquarium?

No, it's a
tensor field generator.

It creates sort of
a zero-gravity bubble,

(STIFLING LAUGHTER)
And it's
totally portable

and easy to use.
For my home birth!

Dr. Fielding says,
this way, when my
babies are born,

they'll just
sort of drift,
totally weightless.

Not weightless, Lexi.

The tensor field repulses
most of the gravitons,

but the subject
retains 0.0096%
of its original weight.

Weightless enough for me.
I've gained 10 pounds
in the last day.

What? Ten pounds?
Shut up.

You try making
two whole people.

Fair enough.

I'll, uh, come back
for the generator
at a, uh...

At a better time.

Dr. Fielding, it's nice
to see you again.

Pleasure.

I had to cite him for
overloading the power grid
a little while back.

Try to be nice.
I'm trying to get
the twin discount.

All right.

Lex, are you sure
you should be planning
all this stuff?

I mean, we're not
even gonna be here
when the babies are born.

Oh, stop it.
You're not going anywhere.

SARAH: Excuse me, Sheriff.
I'm monitoring a bulletin
on the public safety network.

Numerous fallen trees
have blocked the road.

Oh, you can get
Sheriff in a Box
to handle that one.

Dr. Blake was involved.

OFFICER: Keep clear.

Allison! Hey.

You okay?
Yeah, um, I'm fine.
The road's just blocked.

We're trying to get
a crew out here.

Mr. Carter, I believe
public safety is no longer
under your jurisdiction.

Yeah, I'm just out
making sure
everybody's okay.

Appreciate your concern.
Sheriff Andy
has been notified.

Clearly everything's fine.

(SNAPPING SOUND)
(GASPS)

MAN: Watch out!

MAN: You all right?
You all right?

You okay?
Yeah.

All right, everybody...
(SIREN WARBLING)

Everybody get away
from the tree line!
Come on back!

How are you, tonight?
Evening, folks.

Seems like
you found yourselves
a bit of excitement, huh?

Welcome to Eureka,
Sheriff Andy.

Thank you
kindly, sir.

Mr. Carter, we didn't
get a chance to talk
when you were unpacking me.

Yeah, I... I know.
Look, we... There's time
for chitchat later.

Right now, we've got
to stop the traffic, we...

Done. I've dispatched
a couple of roadblock drones.
They should be on station...

(WHIRRING)

Ah, and there they are.

We also got to get
a medical team.

Don't you worry about it.
I've got it covered.

I've got a complete suite
of medical diagnostic tools.

Just some
frayed nerves, is all.

Excuse me. Dr. Blake,
your baby is A-okay.

Amniotic fluid levels,
pulse ox, all
perfectly normal.

Pregnancy is
such a miracle,
don't you think?

(CHUCKLING) Yeah.

Seems like Sheriff Andy
has everything under control.

I sure do, but
thank you so much
for your assist.

Now, if you'll
excuse me...

All right, people,
move away from
the tree line!

Dr. Blake, I'm sure
you want to observe
your new sheriff in action.

ANDY: All right, people,
move to the side of the road,
away from the tree line.

ANDY: You, sir, please...
I guess I'll get
out of the way.

ANDY: Thank you, sir.
Excellent. We're gonna
get this cleared up...

Hit me, Vince.

Are you sure, Sheriff...
Jack... Uh, Mr. Carter?

Yeah.

Okay.
Thanks.

Hey.

You're not gonna find
what you're looking for
at the bottom of that glass.

Well, what if I'm looking
for a banana milkshake?

Well, then
you're good.

So, what do you think
brought those trees down?

So far, it looks
like an accident.

Really? Is that what
the new sheriff told you?

It's his preliminary
findings,

and he's not
my new anything.

You can't be replaced
by six feet of nanopolymer
with a nice smile.

So, um, the DHS called.

They offered me the job.

Oh!

Well, that's, uh,
good news.

Yeah. Yeah.
They need me to start
right away, just a few days.

Oh, well,
you should be packing.
What are you doing here?

(CHUCKLES)

Hiding from my daughter.

ZOE: This officially sucks!
I mean, you told me

we wouldn't have to leave
until after the semester.

You promised.
Yeah, and I know
the timing is crappy,

but this is the
right job for me.

You already have
the right job.

I know, and they
hired someone else.

So, they bring in
RoboCop,

and I have to leave my friends
and my boyfriend in two days.
How is that fair?

(DOORBELL CHIMES)
SARAH: Speaking of RoboCop,
there's someone at the door.

Hey, there.

Gee, I hope I didn't
catch you at a bad time.
Mmm.

You must be
Zoe. Hello.

Bite me,
Terminator.

We're kind of
in the middle, here.

Well, I'll be quick.

I'm doing
an office inventory,
and I need your uniform.

It's strictly
for paperwork.

Sure.

Nice place!

Thank you.
I'll get out of your way.

Uh, Andy? Question.

Um, do you think
those trees came down
by accident?

Yes, sir,
the impact pattern
seems perfectly natural.

Yes. Yes,
but trees don't just
fall down by themselves.

(LAUGHS)

Actually, Jack...
I mean, in Eureka.

In Eureka, when a tree
falls in the forest,
it's not just a tree.

Hmm.

I am completely confident
in the results
of my investigation,

but thank you so much
for your advice.

What do you
think, SARAH?

I believe
the saccharine sheriff act
is getting quite tiresome.

I mean, is it natural
for a dozen trees to
come down all by themselves?

I mean, uh,
were the roots
rotting? Were...

My analysis of
the wood samples does indicate
genetic abnormalities.

How'd you get
wood samples?

The artificial sheriff
had debris on his shoes.

He tracked it on my carpet.

Thank you.

(WHISPERING) Allison!
Hey. Um,

I need a tree guy.

(CHUCKLES) Excuse me?

I need someone
who studies, um,
tree genes.

Does anyone
actually study that?

Yeah, of course
there's someone.
A dendrological geneticist.

Great. Need
one of those.

Carter,
your security clearance
has been revoked.

I can't talk to you
about G.D. Personnel.

Well, you can't
just forget about it

just because the Tin Man
says it was an accident.

Yes, and just because
he's a robot doesn't mean
that he's wrong.

But, he's been here
for half a day.

I mean, it takes
a lot longer than that
to understand this town.

And... I mean,
we got lucky.

I bet,
if more trees fall down,
somebody could get k*lled.

I can't. I...

I can't tell you
that Dr. Leonardo is
the top G.D. Dendrologist,

and that she's working
on increasing xylem
nutrient transport.

She has a lab
over on South Goddard.

I would be breaking
about 35 federal laws

if I told you that.

Excuse me.

Yeah, I can't
get anything to grow.
I got a total black thumb.

I'm guessing she doesn't
have that problem.

Uh, not so much.

So, um, do you make
anything out here

that might make
trees fall down?

Uh, no, quite
the opposite.

We study
geometrically increased
angiosperm reproduction.

Huh.

(GROUND RUMBLING)
(LEAVES RUSTLING)

So, what's that?

Accelerated tree growth.

Huh.

You're making
some progress.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, um, we were wondering
if you could take a look
at something for us.

Oh, uh, wood chips
from the trees that fell.

I'm actually
kind of swamped.

Lateral meristems
aren't gonna reconfigure
themselves, right?

I was just thinking
the same thing.

But we'd love your help,
just to make sure it wasn't
caused by your department.

Thank you.
Mmm-hmm.

So, where are
your uniforms?

(STAMMERING) It's
an unofficial visit.

So, is it true
that you guys got fired?

He got fired.
I, uh, I quit.

Bummer.

Thanks. So, what
did you find out?

I found out
you're not the sheriff.

All G.D. Research
is classified.

I can't talk about it
to civilians.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Yep.

(EXHALES)

CARTER: Topping up
the batteries?

(LAUGHING) Good one.

Actually,
I'm running a diagnostic
on the security system.

There seems to be
some trouble with
the satellite communications.

Well, when you're,
uh, unplugged,

I need you to talk
to a Dr. Leonardo.

Head dendrologist
for G. D?

Yeah. You're quick.

I keep it all in the old
hard drive up here.

Did she say anything
about all the trees
that fell last night?

Uh, no, and it was the way
she didn't say anything.

It's tough to explain,
man to robot.

Jack...

Look, it's not
an accident!

I appreciate all your help,
but I can't have you
investigating.

The town charter clearly
delineates my duties
as the sheriff.

You see where
I'm coming from, right?
Sheriff to former sheriff?

Sure.

No problem.

Got a lot
of packing to do.

Thank you.

Oh, and Jack,
don't you worry.

I am on top of this.

(SCREAMS)

FARGO: (SIGHS)
This is really bad.

They are never
gonna let me test this
top-secret robot again.

Stop your whimpering, son.
Patch him up.

Uh, I'm not a robot expert,
but this looks
like a dead one.

Mr. Carter,
this is a secure facility,

one in which you are
no longer permitted.

Oh, I'm just visiting.
I'm paying my respects.

I don't think
that Andy can be fixed.

This prototype was
designed for durability.

I want him back
on the street asap.

The town needs
a sheriff.

It's not just the trees.
We now have
a destroyed antenna dish.

Yeah, somebody's
got to figure out
what's happening.

Well, I don't think
that Sheriff Andy is quite
up to it at this moment.

So, if someone was
gonna investigate,
Henry would be...

Uh, at the site.

That would be
a good place to start.
Yes.

Hypothetically.
Hypothetically.

HENRY: This bolt was
sheared off prior to
the dish hitting Andy.

It's made of
tungsten carbide.
It holds 29 tons.

Okay, so
how does a radio dish
snap like a breadstick

and then crush Andy?

Well, it doesn't do
either. I mean...

Here, look.

(LAUGHING)

Someone's been
working out.

This is beryllium composite,
very lightweight.

I mean, something
must have ripped it
off the tower,

and slammed it
onto the ground.

What? Like wind?
No.

We're talking
about tremendous force.

I mean, equal to
100 class-5 tornadoes.

Well, it's got to be
the same thing that
knocked down those trees.

Let me know
if you find out
anything else.

Sure. Can't stay away
from a good case, huh?

I'm just
naturally curious.

So, if a tree falls
in the, um...

Got to go.

Hi. So, what are
you doing here?

Thought you said
this didn't have anything
to do with your research.

I said
I can't talk to you,
and I still can't.

But you want to.

I mean, you want
to tell your side
of the story, right?

Explain why
your stuff's here?

I'm sorry,
but you're not
the sheriff, anymore.

Right. I am,
and I'm very interested
to know why you're here.

You're okay?
Oh, 110%.

The guy
with the glasses...
Fargo.

Diego. He fixed me all up,
except for a little hiccup
in the names database.

Now, are you
willing to cooperate,
Dr. Leotardo?

Nardo. Leonardo.

Thank you, Steve.
Jack.

Dr. Zhivago?

Why are you here?

Growing trees.

I just...
I needed more space
for my experiments.

This is public land.
You do realize
that it's illegal

to do research
on public land,
don't you, Doctor?

Yes, but I'm doing this
for the public.

I grew this entire grove
in nine hours.

Do you know
what lightweight,
hygroscopic hardwood

could do
for the world?

Yeah!

No.

It could reforest
entire continents,
end global warming.

Until they all come
crashing down.

Yeah, but
they shouldn't.

That's what I'm saying.
I don't know why
the trees fell.

My trees could stand up
to a hurricane.

She's right, Dave.
Hygroscopic hardwood
is incredibly tough.

Yeah.

It'd take, uh,
100 class-5 tornadoes.

Mmm! Vincent,
do you have any
Fig Newtons?

Absolutely.
Coming right up.

Hey! Henry,
what did you
find out?

Uh, no evidence
of any force
from the outside

on the trees or on
the antennae dishes,

no molecular breaks,
no zero-energy scorching.

So, we have no idea
what blew them down?
No.

Well, whatever
knocked them down
hit them really hard.

Those trees hit the ground
like a ton of

trees.

(CHUCKLES)
I was there.

Here's your Fig Newtons.
(GASPS) Thank you
very, very much.

You are very welcome.

Weren't you off cookies?
Something about, uh,
10 pounds a day?

Maybe the scale was off.
I don't know.
I'm 10 pounds lighter

than I was yesterday.

Henry, what if the trees
could get fatter,
like Lexi?

Whoa. Jack.

No, I mean, what if
they weren't blown down?
What if they fell

because they got heavy?

Well, they didn't
get fat, Jack.

I mean, I weighed
everything myself.

Yeah, now, but, I mean,
what if they just got heavy
when they fell?

If an extremely
lightweight object...

Yeah,
like a genetically
re-jiggered tree.

...experiences an
increase in weight,

the sudden change
in stress could cause
catastrophic failure.

And it would
fall down.

But terrestrial weight
doesn't change.

Gravity, for
all intents and purposes,
is a constant.

Is it possible?
Is it Eureka possible?

(STAMMERING)

(SIGHING)

I suppose so, yeah.

Andy!

Hey.
What's up?

I think what we've been
experiencing is
random acts of gravity.

I'm still a little foggy,
but that sounds nuts.

Yes, it is,
but it does explain
the antenna and the trees.

Now, what we have to do
is track down
any other incidents

and find out
what's causing this
before someone gets hurt.

All right. I'll look into it,
but I can only go
where the evidence takes me.

Great! Thanks.

Anything for you, Bob!

I'm okay.

CARTER: Wait!
Sorry I'm late.

I didn't even know
G.D. Had a warehouse.

So, how's Andy?

Uh, Fargo's working on him.
So, uh, Henry,
why did you call us?

Just a few
minutes more.

I'm tracking something here,
and you need to see it.

So, uh, first the radar dish,
and now his car gets stomped.

Andy's had
some bad luck.

Yeah, I think
it might be more
than bad luck.

All right, who remembers
their M-theory physics?

I'll let you
take this one.

Gravity is made up
of massless particles

which are distributed
equally across
the gravitational field.

Correct, but my CMS scans
indicate that right now

those gravitons
are actually coalescing.

Wait. Are you talking
about gravity wells?

What's a
gravity well?

It is an area
of intense supergravity

caused by the
momentary concentration
of gravitons.

And they don't exist.

Okay, you know what?
Stand back and watch.

(SHATTERING)

CARTER: Whoa!
Now, that's just
for a moment,

before the gravitons
dissipate,

and my scans indicate
that these gravity wells

are starting to form
all over Eureka.

Well, gravity wells
are one thing,

but I just think that
someone is intentionally
targeting Sheriff Andy.

(SPEAKING DUTCH)

"Do you really think
that I was m*rder*d?"

It's Dutch.
Fargo's still repairing
his speech circuits.

You speak Dutch?

Carter, you said m*rder?

Right! Yes! Um, so
we got these gravity wells
popping up all over town.

There have been reports
of sinkholes,

downed power lines,
fallen fences...

Well, maybe
we should start thinking
about evacuation.

Maybe not.
No one has been injured
except Andy,

and he's been
flattened twice.

I think someone
is targeting him.

Well, you know what
Mansfield would say.

He would say, "Of course,
you want it to be m*rder,

"because then you'd
have to investigate it."

Oh, I got a great job.
I got a nice office.
I got, uh, normal gravity.

(SPEAKING DUTCH)

"I just came to town.
Why would someone
want to m*rder me?"

Well, I would. I mean,
if I wanted my job back.

Me, too.

I wouldn't mind
seeing you dead.

No offense.

(SPEAKS DUTCH)

ALLISON: "None taken."
Yeah.

All right, so what
would it take for someone
to steer a gravity well?

Well, you'd have to
calibrate a tensor field

specifically to
repulse gravitons,

which no one has ever done,
not even come close.

Well, they might be
closer than you think.

CARTER: See,
a baby aquarium is
just a bad idea.

HENRY: Dr. Fielding,
the gravity disturbances

that have been occurring
in and around Eureka

are caused by
a compact tensor field.

Exactly the kind of field
created in your
birthing chamber.

Interesting.
Interesting?

I know you only
intended to create
a small, contained field,

but you've stumbled
on a way to actually
control gravitons,

to manipulate
the gravitational field.

Dr. Fielding, it is an
incredible breakthrough,
astonishing,

but it is
out of control.

Well, my apologies.

I suppose, if being
an accidental genius
is a crime, then, guilty.

I'm sorry
if I caused any problems.

You crushed
Sheriff Andy!

What are you
talking about?

Your gravity wells,
they crushed him.

(SPEAKS DUTCH)

Twice! And I don't think
it was an accident.

Oh, that's insane.
I had no idea
what my field was doing,

and if I wanted
to crush a sheriff,
it wouldn't be him.

You know what?
We need to stop
the gravity wells

before the whole town
is crushed.

Look, Henry, I need you to
put a team together at G.D.,
our best people.

I don't care what projects
they're working on.
This is their only priority.

Great. Thanks.
Carter, bring the
good doctor back to G.D.

Done.
I have a lab to tend to.

Well, your lab
will have to tend
to itself.

However unintentional,
your tensor field is
responsible for this problem,

and right now,
you're our best option
for a solution.

Right. I'll stay here,
we'll start untangling
the issues immediately.

"We" who?

"I." And I'll surely
let you know as soon as
I make any progress.

You'll have all our
resources behind you,

including sole use
of the Graviscalar
Particle Accelerator.

The GPA?

Let me gather my notes.

ANNOUNCER: (ON PA)
Sixty seconds until
accelerator ignition.

FIELDING: All right,
we stabilize
the gravity fields

and we stabilize
the town.

You, uh, set
the spin for two

and the electrical charge
for zero.
And?

Mean lifetime?
Stable.

Setting for stable.

The particle beam should fix
the gravity disturbances.

It's dicey.
If his settings
are inaccurate...

Well, he's the only person
in the world

who has successfully
manipulated gravity.

Accidentally!
He's the closest thing
we have to an expert.

ANNOUNCER: Ten seconds
until accelerator ignition.

Take your
positions.

ANNOUNCER: Ignition.

Passing
one teravolt.

Six teravolts.

We're getting
graviton flow-back.

It's tearing
the fields apart.

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

Field is destabilizing.

It'll be fine.

We need a vector
for neutrinos.

Dr. Fielding, we need to
shut this down right now!

(ALARM BLARING)
(STAMMERING)

Move!

(MACHINERY POWERING DOWN)

Emergency shutdown
engaged.

The particle beams
are stabilized.

Do you know what happens
when you stop an accelerator
in mid-cycle?

Jo says we got reports
of dozens of buildings
collapsing.

It's gonna take
10 months to repair.

We have gravity wells
developing all over town.

The particle beam
further destabilized
the gravitational field.

What? He
made it worse?

Yes.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry will not help
solve the problem.

We need to analyze
your initial
tensor field design.

Now, what were
your LEP positions?

Dr. Fielding,
it's a basic question.

Right.

He doesn't know
the basics.

What? Of course he does.
He built the tensor field
that started this problem.

Not on his own,
he didn't.

I'm betting he
doesn't even understand
his own machine.

So, what?
You're taking credit,
but you had help?

I'm guessing
from somebody who'd want
to hurt the new sheriff?

No!

Marguerite would never
harm anyone.

Marguerite?
Someone at G. D?

Dr. Marguerite
Von Dieter.

She's a researcher
at the University of Bonn.
Brilliant woman.

We never actually met.
See, we found each other
in an academic chat room.

My research was
going nowhere.

She steered me
in the right direction.

Just seeing her name
in my inbox would
make my heart pound.

Oh, please.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Is that possible?
They could work together
without ever meeting?

Well, it's common.
You never know

where you're gonna find
another specialist
in your field,

but what possible reason
could this woman have
to get rid of Andy?

Oh, I called the
university authorities
in Germany.

I used your phone,
because Eureka's not paying
for my calls anymore,

and they've
never even heard of
Marguerite Von Dieter.

Oh, Andy. I thought
you were supposed
to be with Fargo

getting your
memory circuit checked.

(SPEAKING DUTCH)

I had him check
Fielding's email first.
What did you find?

(SPEAKING DUTCH)

Well, you're not
gonna like it.

Good luck at getting her
to admit it.

I'm supposed to be
happy about this?

I mean, he gets
this great new job,
and what do I get?

The shaft.

SARAH: I'm sure your father
considered your best interests
when making his decision.

Sure he didn't.

All human decisions
are subject to reversal.

At this time,
I estimate a 27% chance

that your family
will remain in Eureka.

Hello, Sheriff Carter.

Zoe, we need to talk.

Yeah, whatever.

Look, I know
that you're upset about
having to leave Eureka

but this has gone
way too far.

What has?

I know about the emails
you sent Dr. Fielding.

What emails?
We traced them.

You sent them from here,

and I know about
the online research
you did on gravity.

Okay, I don't do
gravity research
online. I shop.

This is serious.

We know that you tried
to k*ll Sheriff Andy.

What are you
talking about?

Zoe, it's over.

Dad!
SARAH: Wait!

SARAH, mind your own business.
This has to do
with Zoe and me.

No, Sheriff Carter,
I'm afraid it doesn't.

I'm deeply involved.
I'm responsible for
everything that happened.

It was me.

Okay. What is
going on?

Thank you.

I thought so.

SARAH is
Marguerite Von Dieter.

Isn't that right,
SARAH?

Ja.
Okay. You're both
insane.

And who is
Marguerite Von Dieter?

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(HORNS HONKING)

Uh, Carter. Yeah.

There's a tiny bit of trouble
with the traffic light
on Main Street.

CARTER: Well,
what's wrong?

Now, it's kind of
"in" Main Street.

All right, we're working
as fast as we can. Thanks.

Yeah.

So, you knew I didn't do it.
You just used me
to get SARAH to confess.

Pretty much.

Very devious.
I'm totally impressed.
Thank you.

SARAH: Dr. Fielding's
tensor field was
quite primitive.

He was unable
to see the potential.

But you did.

I was able to expand
on his breakthrough

by cross-referencing
the Global Dynamics mainframe

with a number of recently
developed theoretical models.

Which you then used
to squish Sheriff Andy.

I apologize. I let
my artificial emotions
get the best of me.

She was desperate.
She didn't want us
to leave her here alone.

Here. Fargo sent
the new scan results.

Well, that doesn't
look good.

Yeah, the gravitational wells
are coming together
into a single massive event.

If that happens,
they will suck in any matter
that comes close.

What? Like
a black hole?
HENRY: Mmm-hmm.

SARAH, what
did you do?

We got to move this someplace
where there's no people.

I no longer have
graviton guidance.

Dr. Fielding's
misguided attempt
at a solution

made the problem grow
far beyond my control.

All right, then,
it's evacuation.

No, I'm afraid that
if these wells come together
into a singularity,

then evacuation won't help.
The entire West Coast
will be in danger.

All right, well, how about
another sh*t from your, um,
accelerator thingy?

The field is too strong.
It's like sh**ting a b*llet
at a asteroid.

All right, well,
if a b*llet won't work,
how about a b*mb?

That is an
interesting metaphor.

A graviton pulse expl*si*n
could return gravity
to normal.

Fielding's birthing chamber.

Well, you know,
if you overloaded
the tensor field,

it could make
a wicked gravity b*mb.

It would require
a substantial external
power source.

All right, you and I
get some batteries,

we go to Fielding's lab,
problem solved.

Uh, except
the scan indicates

that the singularities
are forming on top
of Fielding's lab.

That's where
the gravitational
disruption began.

The gravity fluctuations
will be very intense.

How intense?

Birds will be
hitting the ground
like cannonballs.

What we need
is, um,

someone more durable.

I just got him
speaking English again,

and now you want
to throw him into
a giant trash compactor?

He needs to connect
the power supply,
then detonate the chamber.

It's gonna be
dangerous, Andy.
I won't lie to you.

This is the perfect testing
scenario for our technology.
Get him ready.

No.

I can't go.
Excuse me?

Andy, we need you
to do this.

For God's sake,
he's a machine.
He can't refuse.

According to
the town charter,

the sheriff is to protect
the citizenry of Eureka

while avoiding
unreasonable
personal danger.

In this case,
my odds of survival
would be around 7%.

I got to say no.
I'm really sorry.

This is an order.
I'm really sorry.

Well, we have to do
something. Fargo,
what about a drone?

Well, we'd have to rig it
to compensate for the change
in the gravitational field,

but that would take
about 12 hours.

MANSFIELD: We don't
have 12 hours.
I'll go.

What? No, Carter,
Andy is right,
not with the odds at 7%.

Well, around here,
that's pretty good.

I've hot-wired
Fielding's tensor generator
to the engine.

The repulsive field should
give you some protection
against the supergravity.

All right. What happens
when I get out of the car?
You're on your own.

(GROANS)
(CHUCKLES)

That's the power supply.

All right, so attach it
to the chamber,
set the timer...

Then run.

Forgot that part.

You tracking
the gravitational field?

Yes, ma'am.

Fargo has temporarily
replaced my night vision
with magnetic sensors.

If he doesn't stop
the singularity,
we'll have to evacuate.

Dr. Blake,
why is he doing this?
It's not his job.

(SNICKERS) It's who he is.

HENRY: Jack, you should be
reaching the edge of
the gravity disturbance.

Um, nothing yet.

(MONITORS BEEPING)

Wait.

(THUDDING)

Holy crap!
HENRY: What?

Uh, pinecones.
They sound like anvils.

They probably
weigh as much.

Jack, just drive.
You don't have much time.

I'm at the barn.
It's pretty bad in here.

Trust me.
It's gonna get worse.

(GRUNTS) My legs feel
like they're 200 pounds.

They probably are.
Jack, you're near the edge
of a gravity well.

There's no way to predict
where they'll be.

They're
forming and dissipating
all over the laboratory.

Just hook in
that power supply.

Got it.

Here goes nothing.

(GRUNTING)

Uh, little problem, here.

Carter?

Are you sure
the battery supply is gone?
Yeah.

Well, we have to find
another source of power.

Little wrinkle,
I can't move.

Well, you're caught
near a gravity well.

Just see if you can
slide a few inches
in the right direction,

and you might be free.

All right.

Yeah, there's no sliding.

Hey, there! Need a hand?

Thought you didn't
like the odds.

Well, I re-ran the analysis.

It seems the odds
are always a little better
when you're around.

Oh, yeah,
I'm full of luck.

Careful!
It's okay. Fargo
replaced my sensor.

I can read the gravity fields
as they're forming.

(GRUNTS)

Where's the
power supply?

What about that?
That's not gonna be
enough power.

It might be.

No, we need 10 times
household current.

I've always given Fielding
these citations for tapping
too much power from the grid.

It might be.

All right. Let's
check it out. You follow me.

(GRUNTS)

You were right. This is
way over household current!
This is definitely a citation!

But it is not enough.

All right,
we got to boost it
with something.

Yeah, me.

Won't that fry you?
(DISMISSIVELY) No!

Well, yeah, maybe, but
running the power from me

could be just enough
to overload the field.

It sure ain't gonna be fun,
but we don't have a lot
of choices right now.

Or time.

All right, we only have
a millisecond or two
before this thing overloads,

so you need
to activate the field
at the exact same moment.

Ready?
One, two, three.

(CARTER SCREAMS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Carter?

(GROANING)

Carter.

Carter!

Hey, Sheriff.
You with me?

Andy?

(CIRCUITS WHIRRING)

Ouch!

I don't like this job.

We're here.
We're okay.

All right.

(MUSCLES WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING)

I don't want
to go to this.

You kind of have to.
It's your party.

You know,
you could stay here.

Right.

No, I'm serious,
and I'm okay with it.

I think that
you are old enough,

and I think that
this town is your home.

(SCOFFS) No, it's not.
You are.

Okay.

Okay. You can't keep
a pregnant woman inside
with a cake this long.

He's being
a party pooper.

Well, it's just weird.

I mean, you get fired,
and then all
anyone wants to do

is tell you how much
they're gonna miss you.

A lot. I'm gonna
miss you a lot.

Hey! Did we miss
the big entrance?
No, I'm stalling.

Well, good,
because I have
a present for you.

Did you know that in Eureka,
the Department of Defense

has the authority to fire
any local peace officer,
including the sheriff?

Thanks.
Yeah, I did.

But only with
the approval of the mayor.

Written approval.

Is that true, Henry?

Uh, that would be
"Mayor Deacon."

Wait, so does my dad
have his job back?

No! He never lost it
in the first place.

Ha! See? I told you
you weren't going
anywhere.

Hold... Where
is this written?

Town charter.

Henry, the town charter
is 174 volumes.

Well, you see,
I had a little help
from my friend.

He had it all
in his hard drive.

CARTER: Huh.
So I think it's time
for a party.

Sounds good to me.
Yeah.

(STAMMERING) I'm gonna
meet you guys inside.

Mmm-hmm.

You okay?

All patched up.

Henry just told me
what you did, so thank you.

You're welcome.

You know,
Eureka owes you one.

You did a good job.
You're a good sheriff.

With some
severe limitations.

An honest assessment
of myself leads me
to the conclusion

that I'm just
not built for this job.

Aren't you, actually?

(LAUGHS)

Well, not like you.

Everyone has
a choice, right?

Well, I think
I choose something else.

Are you sure?

It's a smart move.

Odds are better
with you around.

Uh, do you want
to come to the party?

I think I need to spend
a little time in my box,
you know, sort things out.

Sure.

It was real nice
working with you,
Sheriff.

Thanks, Andy.

MAN: Here he comes!

(PEOPLE CLAPPING)

HENRY: Hey, thanks for
coming to the party.

MAN: Thank you, Henry.

What's this?
Mmm.

Privileges of pregnancy.

Uh-huh.

So, thank you
for keeping him around.

Oh, you're welcome.

Besides, I think you're
gonna need all the help
that you can get.

We've been having trouble
with our Nav-Sat
antenna array.

Yeah, some kind
of interference.

We couldn't pin it down
before the array
was destroyed.

Yeah, I ran the output.
It wasn't interference.
It was a radio signal.

Man-made?
No.

I mean, we don't have
anything out that far.

Henry, what are you saying?

I'm saying that there's
something out there,

and it's heading
straight for us.

Straight for Eureka.

Morning, Sheriff.
Good morning.

Deputy Lupo.
Sheriff Carter.

Hey, I'm just staying
because I hate
job interviews.

"What would you consider
your greatest weakness?"

What kind of dumb-ass
question is that,
seriously?

It's gonna happen
for you, Jo. It will.

I really don't care.

Yeah, you do,
and you're gonna be
a great sheriff.

Damn skippy, I will.

"Damn skippy"?

(BOTH LAUGHING)