CARTER: Whoa!
CARTER: Previously on Eureka...
FARGO: 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.
SHAW: We have a G.D. Employee in custody under suspicion of espionage.
Justice will be taking over that investigation immediately.
SARAH: 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.
SHAW: Zane Donovan?
You're under arrest for obstruction ofjustice and destroying evidence.
CARTER: Fargo, I think I found the Smart Dust Controller.
(GASPS)
HOLLY: Hi.
(GRUNTS)
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, Doctor 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.
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.
Doctor 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.
(SIREN WAILING)
Morning. Doctor 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.
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 Doctor 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.
(LAUGHS)
You want me to release your boyfriend. Shocking.
He won't go anywhere we can't find him.
MAN: 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.
(SIGHS)
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.
(SIGHS) 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? (GASPS)
What?
I was released, okay?
I didn't bust out, like some else I know.
It's Jack, he's one of them.
Who's "them"?
Doctor 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 Cafe 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. (GUN CLICKING)
Zane, don't!
(GRUNTS)
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? (GASPS)
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.
SARAH: Doctor 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.
CARTER: 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.
SARAH: Doctor 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?
SARAH: Happy to. But there's just one thing.
(GRUNTS)
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.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
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.
SARAH: 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.
(GROANS)
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. Sayonara, doppelgangers.
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.
N.P.C. LARRY: 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.
OFFICER: Unit one, close in.
(GASPING)
You're only making it worse for yourself.
Well, she's got spunk. I'll give her that.
PA SYSTEM: 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 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.
(PANTING)
I am really done with her.
We'll find her.
CARTER: 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. N.P.C. GUARD: You got her, boss?
The hell he is.
(GROANS)
Stop.
N.P.C. JO: 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.
(GRUNTS)
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.
FARGO: I'll go this way.
The crew.
Oh, my God.
Oh, Jack.
Honey, wake up. You got to wake up.
Come on.
(BEEPING)
Silent mode! Silent mode!
Frak!
N.P.C. GUARD 1: Halt! N.P.C. GUARD 2: 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.
(PANTING)
N.P.C. GUARD: They're going to transport.
Down this way.
Hi, Doug.
Okay.
You slippery little fish.
N.P.C. JO: Let's go, Fargo.
Get back! (SCREAMS)
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.
(BEEPING)
That's what you think.
(LAUGHS) He's controlling the Smart Dust.
Well, that's annoying. I can't see anything.
FARGO: I knew night vision mode would come in handy.
N.P.C. HENRY: He won't get far.
N.P.C. JO: Did anyone see him? Maybe he's gone this way.
HOLLY: Why is Doug even bothering?
N.P.C. CARTER: Good question.
Zane, thank God.
Please be the bomb. Oh, thank you.
N.P.C. JENNA: Mommy? (GASPS)
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?
N.P.C. CARTER: Mommy's tricky, isn't she?
Good job, sweetheart.
Now you go play, okay?
No. I want to watch.
Always the curious one. (GASPING)
Yeah.
ALLISON: No. No. There we go.
N.P.C. ANDY: That's quite enough, Doctor 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.
(SIGHS)
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. (GROANS)
Daddy! Jack!
(GRUNTING)
Did he hurt you? No, I'm fine.
I'm so happy to see you, the real you.
Go! Go!
(GRUNTS)
N.P.C. GUARD: Check for 'em in here.
N.P.C. GUARD: 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.
N.P.C. GUARD: Down this way!
I don't think that's gonna be a problem. Run!
N.P.C. GUARD: This way.
N.P.C. JO: Spread out. Don't let them get away.
N.P.C. GUARD: They can't have gone too far. Come on, let's go!
Try the back door. (SCREAMS)
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy arms.
(GRUNTS)
Jack!
Okay, where's the satellite dish?
It's in the loft. Okay.
Game over.
(GUN COCKING) I just hate myself sometimes.
(GRUNTING)
You okay? Yeah.
I gotta kick my ass.
(GRUNTING)
I know all your moves.
(GRUNTING)
This one's new.
(GROANS)
They're coming.
ALLISON: Jack!
Come on, let's go.
ALLISON: Oh, come on, Jack. Get up.
Oh, my God!
(CHOKING)
Allie!
Up there!
Lights out.
Okay, I got it.
Holly?
(COUGHING)
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. (BEEPING)
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?
(MONITOR BEEPING)
That's my girl.
Okay, now we just need to...
Oh, hey.
Hi. Welcome back.
You must be Director Fargo.
I'm Doctor 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.