04x03 - All the Rage

[bunniefuu]

- It was just a normal day
in eureka.

- Day's not over yet.

- Yeah, like
that was gonna last.

Hello, 1947.

Confused?
Let me clarify.

The five of us got
transported back in time,

Through some worm-hole
thingy,

Thanks to the bridge device.

We eventually found
our way back home,

But, surprise, home wasn't
exactly the way we left it.

Henry married.
Zane and jo never dated.

But jo's in charge of
gd security.

Kevin, different,
much to alison's surprise.

And fargo,
the head of global dynamics,

Much to everyone's
surprise.

Oh, and dr. Old spice
hitched a ride back with us

To the present, where
there was one crappy rule.

- We can't tell anyone.

- If people ever found out
about our trip,

We'd be in trouble.

And I finally kissed alison.

63 Years ago.

Which complicated
things a bit

When I found out
that tess never left.

- Look at you, handsome.

- Tess! Y-you're
not in australia.

- Uh, yeah,
that would be true.

- She's pretty amazing.

Must be why you asked her
to move in with you.

- I spend a year realizing
we don't work as a couple.

We break up, and she's here,
thinking that it's great.

But that's eureka for you.

Same town, big changes.

- Last item, nolweps.
Where are we?

- On track, sir.

You'll be really pleased
with the progress

In that whole nolwep area.

- Good, so I can expect them
to be ready for field testing

By next month?

- I'll get back to you
on that, sir.

- Today, dr. Fargo.
Today.

- Of course, sir.
Over and out.

[Beep]

- Sorry to interrupt.

Just wanted to let you know
I was running home

To see jenna for a bit.
- What's a nolwep?

- What? Calm down.
- This job is hard.

I can't tell mansfield I don't
know what he's talking about

Or he'll have me fired
or k*lled,

And I think
those are the same to him.

- Okay, fargo,
take a deep breath.

Nolweps are non-lethal weapons

Used for crowd control
and peacekeeping.

Dr. Parrish runs the lab.

- Non-lethal.
- Section three.

- Dr. Parrish.
Got it.

- Okay, just so you know,
he can be a bit of a handful.

- Maybe you should
come with me.

- Fargo,
you're the boss now.

You can handle it.

- Section three.

I can handle it.

- Vinny, can I get a coffee?
- You got it.

And we've got plenty more
boxes if you need them.

- Thanks, vince.

Hey, babe.

- Hello.
- You excited?

- About...
The movers coming today, yes.

- Oh, don't tell me
that you forgot.

- How could I forget that?
- Okay, well, listen,

They've got the furniture
and the big stuff.

But I have at least another
carload or two to go.

I don't trust some dude
named boris with my cat.

- Yeah.

You've got a cat?

We're--

You know, I'm--
I'm more of a dog guy,

But yeah, yes, yeah.

- My catadioptric telescope.

- Oh, that cat.

- You gave it to me
for my birthday

Last year.

- Vince, I'm gonna
need a double.

- Coming up.
- Okay, honey, come here.

Mmm, I'll see you at home.

Kinda love the sound of that.

Home.

Bye.

- What's the matter,
sheriff?

You don't exactly
look delighted

That dr. Fontana's
moving in.

You should be.
She's a peach.

- Yeah, well, it's--
no, shut up.

It's your fault.

I already had to break up with
her once, and it sucked.

And now I have a second chance
that I'm not sure that I want.

- Well, I don't know
if that's my fault entirely.

- Oh.

- And if you're not sure,
sport, don't tell me.

Tell her.

- Not that it's
any of your business,

But I don't want
to hurt tess.

- You can't always
be the good guy, sheriff,

Not that it is
any of my business.

- Uh-huh.

- Have a good day.

- Good day.

- Wow.

Look at me--

Oh, other me.

Nice.

- I was gonna go with
"disturbing" but okay.

- Thanks for coming
with me, jo.

- I'm head of security now.

You're my boss--
also disturbing.

- It says here I assigned zane
to the nolwep lab.

- Don't care.

- So you're not looking
to rekindle things?

- In this reality,
nothing's ever even happened.

He's that snarky jerk
I first met,

But I am not gonna
let him get to me.

- Why does everyone
keep avoiding me?

- Dr. Fargo.

Oh.

I am--i'm so sorry.

- Are we gonna have
to be worried about that?

- No, no, no.

Nope, all good.

And I will have that report
to you by noon today, sir.

I promise.

- No one's ever called me
"sir" before.

- Looked to me
like he was scared

Of you.

- Anson.

Biological pathogens lab.

Oh, no wonder.

Apparently I moved the guy's
deadline up three times

And wrote him up
for underperforming.

Other me is kind of a jerk.

- You didn't get that
from the posters?

- Dr. Parrish, hello.

I was hoping
for a demonstration.

- Another
surprise inspection.

Goodie.

They're so productive.

The latest nolwep prototypes
are still in development.

They're not ready
for demonstration.

- General mansfield
is expecting one.

- We just need to see
what you've got.

- Anytime you want, lupo.

- Fine.

Stand here.

- I can see why
they didn't want him

In the lethal weapons lab.

- Unidirectional plasma field.

Allows passage from your side,
not from ours.

- Cool.

- Zane.
- Relax.

Just sh**t bean bags.

- Not cool.

- I told you
it wasn't ready.

[Bees buzzing]

Africanized honeybees.

- Since when are k*ller bees
non-lethal?

- They're test subjects
for the riot suppression system.

Bee and human brain
chemistry are similar.

The r.s.s. Neurochemically
induces feelings

Of serenity and trust.

A crowd beamed with
the r.s.s.

Will peacefully disperse.

Watch how it calms the bees.

[Energy pulsates]

- Not seeing the calming.

- Still adjusting
the signal strength.

- Does anything in this place

Actually do
what it's supposed to?

[Metallic rattling sound]

- I wouldn't poke at those
if I were you.

They're
immobilization mines.

- I-mines sh**t a gel webbing

That hardens on contact,
restraining--

- Forget it. Just send me
all your design specifications

And fix this.

Fix it all.
[Glass shatters]

- The bridge device?
- Or what's left of it anyway.

I got a new name,
I got a new identity.

I need a project,
and this--

Well, technically
I own this already,

So douglas trucked it--

- We cannot rebuild
the bridge back to your time.

And even if we could,
you've seen too much.

I mean, it would be
potentially catastrophic.

- Maybe we could use it
for something else.

I don't know,
it could be repurposed,

Say, for space travel.

I don't know,
history's full of accidents

That led to invention.
Come on, henry!

- The contacts are fried,
and you'll never be able

To rebuild the power coupling.

- You say that,
but I never had access

To materials like this,
technology like this before,

Not to mention
your expertise.

- [Sighs]

All right,
there is a chance

That I can replace
the blown conduit

With a high t.c.
Superconductor.

- Chance favors
the prepared mind.

- Louis pasteur?
You're giving me louis pasteur?

- Come on,
what do you say, partner?

For old times' sake.

- [Chuckles]
let's get to work.

- "Do you want the good news
or the bad news, general?"

No.

"The nolweps
are semi-operational."

No.

What's this
doing out here?

[Beeping]

Blinking.

And beeping.

Hey!

[I-mine beeps faster, louder]

At least it works.

Jo?

Someone?

Anyone?

Help.

[Whimsical music]

*

- This was an assassination
attempt.

- Easy, fargo.

An assassination attempt
with a non-lethal w*apon

Seems a little pointless,
don't you think?

- I almost suffocated.

And these were
my favorite pants.

- Sure it wasn't
just a prank?

- Even if it was,
this is still an att*ck

On the director of g.d.

- Well, technically the other
fargo was director of--

- Well, now this fargo's boss,

And he demands
a full investigation.

- And if you stop talking about
yourself in the third person,

I'll look into it.

- [Clears throat]

- The head of security for g.d.

And I will look into it.

Nice suit.

- The mine came from
dr. Parrish's lab.

We'll start
with him and zane.

- Ah, zane,
what a shocker.

- Seriously, jo,
you dodged a b*llet there.

- Smug, disruptive
horndog b*llet

With his stupid t-shirts and--

- Maybe I'll talk to zane.
You talk to parrish.

- Fine.

- Oh, hey, sheriff,
vinspresso?

- Uh, I'm working.

- And then he's unpacking.

- Ah.
- Uh-huh.

Just taking a scone break.

Oh, um, is it okay
if I use the top drawer

In the bathroom?

- Yeah, sure.
- Okay.

Oh, and my cat

Looks great on the mantel,
by the way.

- Uh, the mantel's
for mickey mantle's bat.

His bat, not cat.

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

- No problem.
- Okay.

- Jack, what is going on?

[Loud thud]

- Nothing. Sorry, i--
let me just deal with this.

Hey, uh, zane,

Could I talk to you about
the mine that went off on fargo?

- Booting me from one brain-dead
assignment to another.

The guy deserves
what he gets.

- Are you saying
that you did it?

- I'm saying he's a tool.

I've been here for hours.
Ask vincent, law dog.

Dah!

- Zane, you okay?
Zane!

Za--wha--

You all right?

- Any idea how your i-mine
got into that hallway?

- Aside from
me putting it there?

- Explain now.

- You heard dr. Fargo.

He demanded a demonstration,

So I gave him one.

I wouldn't want his report
to be incomplete,

Now would i?

Non-lethal weapons
are very serious business.

- We're not done.

Dr. Parrish admitted
to setting the i-mine.

- I knew it.
Why does everyone hate me?

- Oh, everyone doesn't
hate you.

- Most express indifference
to mild dislike.

- Really?

I found this
on the f*ring range.

- Don't you think you're
kinda asking for it?

- I want parrish
brought to justice.

- Oh, I'm sure he didn't
mean any harm.

- Have you considered why
he reacted that way?

Impossible deadlines,
pitting labs against each other,

Surveillance everywhere.

- That wasn't me.

Why am I on the hook for what
other fargo did?

- You need to talk
to parrish now,

Convince him and his team
that you're gonna reinstate

A calm and respectful
working environment.

- Oh, I'll talk
to him all right.

- We better go with him.

- Good idea.

- Ah, hey, sweetheart.

- You remember, um,
dr. Charles grant, sweetheart.

He's our new
science historian.

- Oh, it looks like they've

Already put you to work,
charles.

- Uh-huh.

- Oh, barium aluminate.

You're building
an electron g*n.

Can I help?

- Oh, sure.
Absolutely.

I mean, it's not--

It's not gonna be
terribly interesting.

- All right,
you boys play with your toys.

I will be at cafe diem editing
that paper for the academy

If you need anything.

And I apologize
for the state of the place,

Those shabby old tools.

Sometimes henry acts

As if he's been
a bachelor his whole life.

- [Chuckles]

- You know, if I was married
to a girl like that,

That knew how to build
an electron g*n...

- But I'm not the man
she married.

Let's, uh--
let's try the circuit.

- Hey, henry,
thanks for this.

It means a lot.

Ready?

- Yeah.

Here we go.
- Okay.

[Machine humming]

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

We're in business.

- I can attach
the particle chamber directly,

And the increased density
will...

Did you--
- just see that? Yeah.

- Good.

What did we just do?

- [Clears throat]

Attention, everyone.

- I apologize
for disrupting your work.

- I apol--really?
- Do it.

- Fine.

I apologize for disrupting
things here today.

- Your work is important.

- Your work is important
to global dynamics.

And to me.

- Right.

You sit up there
in your office

Lording it over
all of us.

The only time you ever
come down here

Is to harass us
or snoop around.

- I didn't want
to put you on the spot,

But general mansfield
needed--

- Of course, mansfield.

- And what's that
supposed to mean?

- Okay, calm and respectful,
fargo.

- You're nothing
but mansfield's puppet,

His lapdog,

His tool.

- What's up with
the creepy eye thing?

- You think
you actually earned

That fancy job of yours,
kiss-ass?

- Okay, there's something
wrong with him.

- Apologize, parrish,
or else.

- Fargo, just let it go.

- Or else what?

You gonna unleash
your g*ons on us?

- Well, who you calling
a goon?

- You're just pissed 'cause
none of the crap

In your stupid
toys "r" us lab works.

- I'm pretty sure the i-mine
worked just dandy.

Wouldn't you say?

- Why you--apologize!
- Never!

It's about time
somebody stood up to you,

You little tin pot dictator!

- sh**t him, jo!
sh**t him now.

- All right, everybody,
let's just calm it down, okay?

- Parrish, put down the g*n.
- Hold on.

- Put the bean bags
down now!

- Stop.
Oh--ah!

[Groaning]

Stop!

[Alarm sounds]

Before something
like that happens!

- Allison's taken everyone
to the infirmary for testing.

All discernable chemical leaks
have been contained,

But I'm still ordering
a lockdown and quarantine.

- I'm back at
"all discernable leaks."

- Just let me do my job, okay?

- Okay.

- Find out what's making
them act like that.

And the freaky eye thing,

First parrish,
then fargo.

- Well, it could be
some sort of a brain virus

Or--or hulk juice.

- Dr. Anson,
meek little guy,

Dropped a beaker earlier,
a red liquid.

Anybody nearby
could have been exposed.

- Which lab?
- Uh, biological pathogens.

- Bio--and this didn't
concern you?

- The biohazard filters
didn't show anything unusual.

- Well, it could be some sort
of new, undetectable

Super germ.

We gotta find out--

- All posts, be on the lookout
for dr. Chris anson.

Detain him
by any means necessary.

- Uh, jo.

I'm wondering if you might
have been a smidge exposed.

- I'm fine.

Everything is under control.

- Right.

Fine.

- This is an outrage.

I demand to be let go.

- So everyone is negative

For chemical exposure
from the spill.

Leukocyte and histamine levels
are normal.

There's no infection.

- So it's not contagious.

Fargo out.

- Fargo, wait.

I'm also seeing unusual levels
of adrenaline,

Elevated blood pressure,
and heart rate.

I need to keep you
under observation.

- I have a facility to run,
in case you've forgotten.

And you're getting
in my way again.

- Fargo, come back here.

- Blah, blah, blah.

- Keep everyone inside
the infirmary, please.

- Hey, I got your call.
You need a hand?

- Yes, please,
I really do.

If you can, uh,
check her out.

- Okay.

- It has been a little tense
around here today.

- Oh, yeah?
Not just here.

- Why, is something wrong?

- Well, I was, um--i was
hoping that you might know.

It's like jack has cold feet
all of a sudden

About the move.

I finally make the leap,

And now I'm not so sure
that he wanted me to.

- You know, carter hasn't
been himself lately.

Why don't you just, you know,
give him some time?

- Allison, I've given him
the past year.

I thought that we were on
the same page about this,

You know?

- Yeah.

- Tess.

I thought you were packing.

- Actually,
I had her come in

To work with dr. Anson.

- Yeah, he's been developing
a viral psychotropic,

Amongst other things.
- Could that be the reason

Why people aren't acting
like themselves?

- I sure hope so.

Unless there's something else
that you wanna tell me.

- Stage three
quarantine in place.

All exits have been sealed.
- Look, I really gotta go.

- Yeah, well,
take your time.

We're not going anywhere.

- This kinda thing happen
often around here,

Objects disappearing
into thin air?

- No.

Well, not a lot.

Not to me.

I can't figure it out.

All the components
seem to be...

Inert.

The device is not causing
the dematerialization.

- Wait.
What if i--

Oh, my god, it's us.

It's us.

It's us.

- Oh, hey.

Uh, thought you might
be hungry.

So are you boys
putting something together

Or are you
taking it apart?

- Putting it together.
- Taking it apart.

- Taking it apart again.

- We were actually debating

Under what
hypothetical conditions

A person
might cause an object

To dematerialize.

- Interesting.

Possibly exposure
to certain radiation.

Pair annihilation would
cause a huge gamma ray burst.

We would have noticed
the e.m.p.

- Yeah, what about passing

Through a small rupture
in space-time?

- [Chuckles]
right, but that's impossible.

- Right, that's impossible.

- Uh...

Well, carry on.

Turkey sandwiches.

- Ugh.

- There he is.
- Dr. Anson!

- What? Huh?

What do you want?

- One sec.

Thought you said
he was meek.

- He was.

- Okay.

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

Okay.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What was in the beaker
you spilled?

- Easy, jo.

- You don't wanna talk.

- Take it easy, jo.

Uh...

Uh-oh.

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

- Yeah, big time.

- What did you do?

- Okay, jo, let him go.

Let him go.

- [Grunts]

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

There you go.

Let him go.
Let him go.

It's over.
Okay.

All right.
Stay with me.

Stay with me.
Stay with me.

Stay with me.

With this, we find out
what's going on

And we fix it, okay.

Come on, come on.

- [Grunts angrily]

- Hey.

Anson's coat and the zombie
juice he spilled on it.

- Great, this should help
isolate the cause.

Good thing too,
because the medical results--

- What do you want me
to do about it?

- See?
And it's spreading.

These people here,
all new cases.

- What's wrong
with everybody?

- I don't know,
they're all angry.

These are the physical
and mental symptoms of rage.

- So we're dealing with
a bunch of mad scientists?

- Well, some madder
than others.

I mean, everyone deals
with anger differently,

Depending on personality,
physiology,

Learned coping mechanisms.

Emotional control
can vary widely,

But everyone here
seems to be losing it.

- Losing it?

What do a bunch
of pampered scientists

Have to be upset about?

- Shh, shh, quiet.
Keep your voice down.

Everyone's got stuff
building underneath

That they need to vent.

- Okay.

- Well, of course
you would say that.

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

- What?

Sure, yeah,

I mean, if it's gonna
make things more complicated

Or someone's gonna
get hurt.

- I think that tess
would disagree.

I'm her friend, carter.

She knows that there
is something wrong

Between you two.

- I'm going to talk to her.
- When?

Things are getting worse
around here

In more ways than one.

- Allison, I have everything
under control.

[Shouting, scuffling]

- Power grid failure.

Emergency backup engaged.

Power grid failure.
Emergency backup engaged.

- You were saying?

- I knew I shoulda
gone with them.

- What is that?

An effigy?

Doesn't even look like me.

What are you doing about it?

- I'm trying
not to throttle someone.

Don't push me!

- Jeez, it's like
a romero movie out there.

- Tested the stuff
on anson's sleeve.

It's raspberry wine cooler.

- What is he,
a high school cheerleader?

- Well, unless it's
a new bio-w*apon,

We're no closer
to figuring this thing out.

- Okay, just say it.

I drove anson
to drink on the job.

Are you enjoying
my failure?

- All right, more tests
on dr. Parrish

Might isolate
the neurological anomaly.

- Here come the big words.

What genius idea
does dr. Perfect have

To rattle out next?

- Fargo.
- You people are useless.

The situation
is critical out there.

You're wasting time.

- Jo, jo, jo.
- Get outta my way, carter.

- Wait, you can't walk out,
not like this.

- Right, because you know how
to do my job better than me,

Just like always.

- That's not what I'm saying,

Trust me.

- Move! Now!

Move now.

- Jo.

Listen to me.

Okay, listen to me.

Wait, wait.
You can hold this together.

We can't fix this
without you.

Jo.

- [Groaning]

- Fargo, let's go.

You can do this.

- Tess, are you in here?

- Where the hell
are my guards?

- My staff is all gone too,

And they let
all the patients go.

- Not all of them.

- Tess must've
tranquilized him

To help save him
from himself.

- What's wrong with him?

- High fever,
shallow breathing.

- Ahh!
- [Screams]

- [Grunting]

[Screams]

- If this
is happening to him--

- The others will be getting
worse, and so will you.

- I gotta find zane
while I still can.

- Oh, and it's all my fault.

- Scientific discovery
starts with bold ideas,

You said.

- The me that never was
said that.

Yeah, I took the liberty
of looking myself up

In the archives.

- And there
was no nobel prize,

Nor the institute
that you founded.

- Well, no, because I wasn't
in my own time to do them.

I was here.

I'm--i mean, I am here.

It's confusing.

Everyone I know is gone.

Everything I might have done
has been erased.

So you see, henry,

This machine,

It's all I got.

[All shouting]

- Zane?

- [Groaning]

[Chuckles]

Look at you.

[Laughs]

What kinda career is this
for a grown man?

You musta really rocked
that aptitude exam.

- I wanted to be a librarian!

- [Groans]

- You need to come now.

- Bite me, lupo.

- Don't tempt me.

- [Groans]

- Big affirmative
on zane being infected.

I'm taking him
to the infirmary

Before I k*ll him myself.

- Copy that, jo.
Hang in there.

We're on our way.

- Jack, jack.

- Tess, yeah?

- Parrish came after me
in the infirmary.

I had to tranq him.
- Okay.

- Whatever happened to him

Is getting worse.

- Hey!

That's g.d. Property.

- Oh, crap, run.

Run!

Go, run!

Go, go, go, go, go.

[All shouting]

- You're all fired!

- Good job, fargo.
Problem solved.

- This is insane.
Most of g.d. Was affected.

- Well, all of g.d.--

Except for you,

And me, and allison.

- So that means
we weren't here

When whatever happened
happened.

- Right, so where--where, fargo?
Where'd it start?

- Eh, I'm trying to think.

- [Groaning]

[Shouting, clattering]

- We were all here
before we got mad--

Parrish, zane, jo, and me.

- And now we just need
to figure out

Which of the 50 projects
could do that.

- I'm going
with the frisbee ray

Pointed at the t*nk
of dead bees.

Allison,
we think we figured out

Where the anger epidemic
started.

Can you make it down
to parrish's lab?

- Yeah, that's gonna
be a problem.

[People shouting, growling]

- Move.

- Allison? Jo?

What's going on?
Are you okay?

- We're trapped with
two jerks and a murderous mob.

Thanks for asking.

- Jack, we have
to go get them.

- Yeah, we're working
on it.

- If I die because of you,
parrish,

You're a dead man.

- Very helpful, fargo.

You wanna check on the bees?
Tess?

- Already on it.

- Why do I get
the stupid "bee-topsy"?

- Because you can't k*ll
dead bees.

Allison, is parrish there?
Can he help us?

- Fargo, I'm gonna k*ll you!
Do you hear me?

I'm gonna rip that stupid face

Off that tiny little
head of yours.

- That would be a "no."

- And my head's plenty big.

- Well, parrish's brain
is basically overheating.

It's being flooded
with vasopressin,

A neurochemical linked
with anger and aggression.

- No kidding.
Is zane there?

Can he tell us what the ray
in his lab does?

- The r.s.s.,

It does three things.

One, two--
- okay, never mind.

Can't you just ask fargo?

- Dealing with the bees here.

- Okay, okay.

Deep breath.

Happy place.
The r.s.s.?

- It was designed
to produce oxytocin

To induce a calming effect.

- Oxytocin differs
from vasopressin

By only two amino acids.

I mean, structurally
they're almost identical.

- Vasopressin k*lled
the bees too.

Looks like the prototype
triggered the wrong chemical.

- No, but that thing
didn't work.

Parrish cranked it up
and nothing.

- Yeah, but if the bees
were already angry,

Could you even tell
if they got more angry?

- No, you couldn't.

The r.s.s. Fires
infrasonic waves.

That means that it can
penetrate through walls,

Which is why the whole
building was affected.

- Okay, so what happened
to zane and parrish

When the ray went off
happened to all of g.d.?

- Oh, that's just great.

So the calming ray
is an anger ray.

- What can go wrong next?

[Clattering, shouting]

- Carter, carter,
they're getting in.

Jo! Jo, why--

Why are you--

All right,
we lost jo.

Carter, the tranqs
aren't gonna hold.

The vasopressin
is overwhelming their systems.

You have to reverse
the effects fast.

Carter--

- Allison.

Okay, we gotta move fast.

Can you flip the switch,

Make the anger off,
happy on?

- Uh--
- are you kidding me?

"Hello, I'm sheriff carter.

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

[Laughs]

- Hey, we're on the same side,

And I don't sound like that.

- Yeah, you do.

Well, a little bit,
but look, look, look.

I think that you
might be right.

I think that we can
retune the beam.

In order for it to reach
people in time,

We'll have
to amplify the signal

And set it off
in a central location.

- Uh, hello!
Homicidal maniacs out there.

- Well--
- I'm thinking.

- No, no, no.

I'm the boss, me.

[Cell phone rings]

What now?

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

- Go frak yourself,
mansfield.

[Cell phone beeps]

- Fargo, not helping!

- Pull it together, fargo.

This isn't about you.
Allison's stuck in zombie land.

- Why are you so mad?
I thought you were unaffected.

- I'm not!
You're pissing me off!

- Well, I'm the head of g.d.,
So you can shut the hell up

And do what I say!

[All shouting]

- Attention,
unruly...zombies.

Attention, un--stop, stop.

Stop.

All this started
with fargo.

Huh?
You want him?

- Carter,
what are you doing?

- Go get him!

This is his fault.

- Carter!

- It's his fault!

You're better than this.

He's a terrible man.

Back off.

- Ahh!

- He did this to you.

- Ahh!

- [Screaming]

Carter!

Carter!

- Tess, do it now.
Do it now!

Tess, do it now!

[Machine humming]

- Well done.

- Excuse me, excuse me.

- Fargo, fargo.
- Excuse me.

Fargo.

- Hey, it worked.

- Well, nice plan, fargo.

- Ugh, I'm just relieved

Everyone's not mad
at me anymore.

- I'm still
a little mad at you.

- I apologize for the i-mines,
dr. Fargo.

It was immature
and unprofessional.

- I'm...glad

You're back to your old self,
dr. Parrish.

- You do have a tiny head.

- I'm so glad.

I'd better call mansfield
and get the groveling over with.

I bet you never had
to do that.

- Yeah, you'd lose that bet,
fargo.

Hey, it doesn't
really matter

If I think
you can do the job,

Although I do.

It only matters that you do.

- Wish me luck.

- So how's
anger management going?

- Well, everyone's
gonna be okay,

Thanks to fargo,
and you, and tess.

She did a great job today.

- She did.

She did, especially
knowing how she feels

About me right now.

And not to mention how she's
gonna feel about me later.

- You gonna tell her?

- Yeah.

Yeah, what I can anyway.

- I'm sorry, carter.

- Yeah, me too.

But you can't always
be the good guy.

Right?

- Our readings show

Only standard
background radiation.

So unless you can measure

An aberrant
quantum fluctuation--

- No, there's only
one other option.

We could be manifesting

A negative stress energy
tensor field.

- But if that's true--

- Then anything we touch
could be sent backward

Or forward in time,
and lost forever.

Dr. Monroe, stay back.

- Why? What's wrong?

- Don't come any closer,
please.

Something's happened to us,
I can't explain it,

But anything that we touch--

- Disappears?

And you can't explain it?

Really?

- I don't understand.

- They're for you.

You're always saying
you'll use

Those old tools of yours
until they fall apart,

So I coated them with thermal
depolymerization paint.

Paint plus body heat,

Poof.

- It's a gag.
It's a prank.

- No, i--i got it.

- I'm just getting
back at you

For magnetizing
all my pots and pans.

That was one
of your better ones.

- See, this is something
that we do.

- Is it?
- Mm-hmm.

- Okay.

- Henry, I don't know
what's going on with you,

But will you let me know
when you're yourself again?

- She is something else.

- If I didn't know better,
I'd say you had

A little crush
on your wife.

- Three, two, one.

[Energy humming]

- Much better.

- Cleanup's almost done.

All the lab's
are pitching in.

By tomorrow morning,
you'd never know

We had a full-blown
insurrection.

- Great.

Guess I can't avoid
going home any longer.

You were great today.

How you kept it under control
even with zane, that was--

- I couldn't have done it
without you, carter.

And years
of special forces training.

- Well...

Hey, um, what you said

About my thinking I know
how to do your job and--

- It's fine.
I wasn't myself.

- Well, just if--

If that's what you think,

I'm sorry.

If I stepped on your toes,

It's just because

I miss you.

I miss my deputy.

- Wow.

We make a good team.

Always will.

- Yeah.

So you gonna apologize
for pulling a g*n on me?

- No.

You had that coming.

- Yeah, think I know someone
who might agree with you.

- Good luck.

[Door opens]

- The movers?

- I cancelled them.

- Fair enough.

- Was it the cat?

Was it, um, the drawers?

I mean, do you just
wanna slow things down?

Because--

- No.

Tess,
you deserve the truth.

So here it is.

I'm so sorry, tess.

I'm...so...

So sorry,

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

- So what next?

- Well...

Um...

I think you should take
that job in australia.

I think it's what
you're meant to do,

And I know that you're gonna
be happy there.

- How could you possibly
know that?

- I just do.

The same way I know
that you and I

Are not meant to be.

And I wanted
to save you the pain

Of watching it all unravel.

- Too late.

- Sorry, tess.

- I love you.