"Previously on Eureka..." "We think we may have uncovered possible espionage in Eureka." "Well, um..." "This doesn't look good, does it?" "There was someone on that disk that you tried to destroy." "And I can restore it." "Don't do that." "Who are you protecting?" "You." "You introduced me to Beverly Barlowe." "You're all just staring." "Uh..." "We're just not used to seeing you alive." "I'm not used to being alive." "Is that supposed to happen?" "What the hell is that?" "I am telling you, Sheriff." "He has been acting very suspiciously." "Well, you guys have been neighbors a long time." "20 years." "Yeah." "But there's always been something that I didn't quite trust about the guy." "Okay, well thanks for telling me about it." "I'll talk to Dr. Hadler." "Oh!" "Here you go." "Thank you." "Talk about what?" "He's out in his backyard in the middle of the night." "Like, for hours." "With all this weird equipment." "Of course he is." "Oh." "So you're defending him?" "Well, yes." "It isn't suspicious behavior if you're an astronomer." "Just..." "You know what?" "I'm gonna check on it." "I promise." "Thank you so much, Sheriff." "Good day, Dr. Blake." "I'll be keeping my eye on you." "What is that?" "Okay." "It's been like this all week." "Everyone thinks everyone else is hiding some huge secret." "Well, I understand how they feel after Grace." "Yeah." "Yeah." "At least there haven't been any formal espionage charges laid." "Unfortunately, that's not gonna help Henry any." "No." "No, I do wish we could make it a little easier on him." "Oh, I love you." "You know that, don't you?" "Yeah." "See ya." "See ya." "Initial, and initial, signature, thumbprint, date of birth." "Oh, which time?" "Oh, you know, let's leave that one blank for now." "Initial, signature, initial." "How much paperwork does it take to bring someone back to life?" "Well, we need to inform all relevant government agencies that a death certificate was filed erroneously." "Which is a massive lie..." "Which is technically true." "So officially, Dr. Holly Marten never died." "Ah, hand cramp." "Oh, yay, I have hands." "I'm done, what next?" "No next." "Congratulations, you're alive!" "Oh, seriously?" "But really, what next, next?" "Well, you live your life, Holl." "Not many people get a second chance." "You're right." "You're right!" "I could do anything." "I mean, um, what kind of astrophysics should I focus on?" "Or..." "Or I could teach." "MIT, Caltech..." "Kindergarten." "I loved kindergarten." "I'm never gonna be able to decide what I wanna do." "That decision is completely up to you." "I am the no-pressure boyfriend." "Well, you can use my lab if you want." "You know, for your research, thinking, whatever." "You know, when I was seven" "I got a Barbie Jumbo Jet." "With the first-class accessory pack." "I thought that was the absolute best gift anyone could ever get ever." "I was wrong." "Doug, thank you." "Thank you." "Good morning." "Oh, hey, Jo." "Guess what?" "I'm legal." "Good to know." "Security reports for the director." "Hey, she was just saying thanks." "I know." "And after what you did for her, you deserve it." "Good, I just wanted to be clear." "It might be impossible for you to believe, but I actually trust you." "Hmm." "Oh!" "Lupo." "Damn." "I just wanna know how they found out." "I'm required to file security updates every 72 hours." "You couldn't fudge it?" "Look, I buried Grace's arrest as deeply as I could." "But I'm not gonna lie." "My signature is on it." "All right." "Stupid integrity." "Miss Lupo." "You have a G.D. Employee in custody under suspicion of espionage and passing of classified information." "Is that accurate?" "Yes, sir..." "Major." "Well, we still don't know what happened, sir." "The Justice Department will be taking over that investigation immediately." "All evidence will be placed under seal and the prisoner will be in our custody." "You should've called me immediately, Jo." "Yes, sir." "We are handling it, sir." "Apologies, Sheriff, but Dr. Monroe is one of your people." "Your instinct is to protect her, and we need to be ruthless." "If there's anyone else involved in this breach, we'll find them." "That was pleasant." "Yeah." "There are a number of projects that we should be talking about from our last communiqué, but I'd like to put those aside." "Because the new project in Section Five is worthy of our attention." "I will send a follow-up report." "Also, I have made preliminary contact with Senator Michaela Wen." "She seems aligned with our goals, and would be an enormous asset if we could recruit her." "I will continue to..." "All this to test some Smart Dust?" "Well, it's one of G.D.'s most important geo-engineering projects." "Well, Smart Dust, like self-cleaning dust?" "No, it's a way to reverse climate change." "Hmm." "How does dust do that?" "Smart Dust." "Okay." "Well, global warming is caused when solar radiation is trapped in the atmosphere." "So, we're trying to reflect some of that heat using microscopic devices coated in barium titanate." "You know that shiny thing that you put in your windshield when you're parked in the sun?" "Yes." "Yeah, like a gazillion tiny versions of those." "Oh." "Thank you." "So, here's the containment unit for our small-scale test fog." "Wow!" "The..." "It's, um..." "I don't see anything." "We have complete control." "We can change position, altitude, even the reflectivity." "What?" "Now that's cool." "They're being contained by a cool plasma field." "Completely safe." "Wow." "So, what happens next?" "We're gonna spray them at 200 meters." "Are you using drones?" "The director has decided to go another way." "Hmm." "Huh." "Whoo-hoo!" "Is that..." "Fargo." "Yeah, this is gonna go well... sync and correction by majtjkong" "Gas pycnometer's over here." "Got your C.H.N. Analyzer," "N.D. 41s, proton gear here." "Oh." "The fridge has metallic cores, cold cell lithium, and fresh O.J." "Ooh, yum." "I just have to run down to the tristimulus lab to pick up some results." "But make yourself at home." "Okay." "Hello, Dr. Marten." "Oh!" "You scared me." "Hi, computer." "What can I assist you with?" "That is a very good question." "Actually, I do not know yet." "I would be happy to present some research possibilities that conform to your areas of specialty." "Also, you have one message in your inbox." "Oh, well, play it." "From who?" "Unknown." "Message commencing." "Message ends." "Hey." "Uh, my P.D.A. Said there was a slight irradiance surge in here." "What happened?" "You okay?" "Sure, Zane." "I didn't see anything." "Hmm." "That's weird." "Dust Bunny to base, Dust Bunny to base." "I'm ready to commence my run." "Over." "Altitude and speed are good, Fargo." "Come right to one, four, seven and it's a go." "Roger that, base." "I'm in the pipe." "So, what do you figure?" "He gonna blow something up or we get covered in goo?" "Why are you so pessimistic?" "Really?" "Right." "I think I'm gonna go with goo." "I'll go with explosion." "In three, two, one..." "Release!" "It's away!" "Wait for it." "Containment field is holding all particles over test area." "Let's check reflectivity." "We're green across the board." "Well, how do you like that?" "Everything went perfect." "It worked!" "I cleared my whole morning for damage control." "Me too." "Coffee?" "Sure." "See you later!" "Whoo-hoo!" "Hello, Dr. Marten." "What can I do for ya?" "Oh, Andy, awesome." "Thanks for coming down." "I am in need of a handsome and brawny test subject." "Well, you are a charmer." "Just right here is good." "Perfecto." "And may I say it's wonderful to have you back." "Thank you." "It is good to be back." "I have lots and lots to do." "Wow." "That appears to be some type of neural harmonic with a, uh..." "You are so smart." "But a little too trusting." "Well, of course I believe in punctuality, but I think at the end of the day there's..." "Henry." "Good to see you up and about." "Uh, where's Major Shaw?" "Uh..." "Uh, well he's, uh..." "He's putting together some files." "Yeah, which isn't necessarily a bad thing." "For Grace." "Yeah, yeah." "No, he's, uh..." "He plays it hard, but he's a stand-up guy." "And he just wants to make sure that there aren't any more breaches." "Um..." "I'm here to surrender myself to local law enforcement and G.D. Security." "What are you talking about?" "I'm the second spy." "I stole classified information and I persuaded Grace to do the same." "I recruited Senator Wen and all the damage that she caused, the kidnapping, Holly's death, everything." "All on me." "You're..." "You're serious?" "Henry." "Why?" "You'll have to ask the other Henry from the other timeline to get the answer to that question." "This all happened before we altered things." "Before we took our little trip to 1947." "Right." "Okay." "So, it wasn't you." "Jack." "But it was another you." "Not you, you." "Right?" "Back me up on this." "Jack, you can argue origin philosophy all you want." "But it does not change the fact." "But in reality, you didn't do anything." "He's right." "Grace is sitting in a cell because Henry showed her the way." "If you're gonna punish her, then you have to punish me." "And do not try to absolve me by using some technicality of quantum physics!" "Hmm." "This is hard." "I know." "I'll find Major Shaw." "Well, no." "Wait, wait, wait." "Henry, wait, wait." "You're doing this to be fair to Grace, right?" "In part." "Then shouldn't you talk to her first?" "Well, I could get you a couple minutes." "It doesn't change anything." "Thank you." "If you're doing this to be fair to Grace, please, don't do anything until you speak to her." "That's fair." "Doug!" "Ooh!" "Hi." "Oh, man!" "You missed it, it was awesome." "See, I came in low under the rising sun..." "Yippee." "So glad." "I need your John Hancock." "Well, Doug Hancock." "Uh, sure." "What am I Handcocking?" "Some supplies." "Human tissue cultures, bioreactors, water-soluble carbodiimide." "You know, normal girl stuff." "L" " O-L." "Yeah." "You're..." "You're working in the bio-printing lab." "Yes!" "I have decided what I wanna do with my life." "So, can you sign, sweetie?" "Yeah, but this isn't your field." "I mean, you're an astrophysicist." "You've never done biochemistry." "The bio-printer saved me." "I really wanna try to advance the technology for other people." "Hmm, well, yeah, I guess..." "I guess that makes sense." "But you said you were gonna take some time before you decided." "And I decided." "Come on, be happy." "You're on my side, right?" "Thanks." "Bye." "Yes." "Jo, this is Shaw." "Sorry." "What?" "Your request has been granted for..." "Yes, thank you." "What did he say?" "The phone kept dropping out, but Shaw gave the okay." "I got Henry and Grace a couple minutes." "Great, she'll talk some sense into him." "I can't imagine a world where Henry would do something like this." "The Henry we know isn't responsible, though." "Yeah, well the law would say something different." "Well, the law doesn't say anything about Einstein Bridges or time travel or wormholes." "Hmm." "We can't let Henry be on the hook for this." "It's not right." "Choose a lane, buddy." "Carter?" "I'm on this!" "Whoa!" "No, no, no, no, no, no!" "Smart Dust?" "Yeah, not so smart anymore." "You're mistaken, Sheriff." "Oh, come on..." "Strict safety protocols confine the Smart Dust to the test area." "Well, somehow it got un-confined." "Because it was a Coney Island funhouse out there." "If the particles are untethered, the Control Unit will have to re-assimilate the cloud immediately." "Well, fire this bad boy up and sweep up the dust." "Where's the control unit?" "I hate being right." "It's not fair." "It was going perfectly." "That's all right." "I mean, random mirrors everywhere isn't the worst thing in the world." "We'll deal." "No." "Loose Smart Dust could potentially disrupt every band on the electromagnetic spectrum." "Phones, computers." "We'll deal." "The neural impulses in our brains." "Abstract thought, logic, the higher functions will go first." "And then it'll hit the other stuff." "What other stuff?" "You know." "Speech." "Movement." "Bladder control." "That other stuff." "Oh." "I have to take responsibility." "You have nothing to confess to." "Grace, I stole classified information." "A different man committed that crime and you know it." "I know that, but I can't let you take full responsibility either." "Well, I can't let you take any." "Henry, when you came back," "I was already having my doubts about Beverly and her group." "And then suddenly I had a new Henry." "I could be a new me." "It was a chance to make a clean break, to bury my secrets for good." "I changed because of you." "Henry..." "I'm sorry." "I can't give you any more time." "You made me a better person." "So if you're looking to take responsibility for something, take responsibility for that." "I won't ever say anything about Henry." "Not to the D.O.D., not to anyone." "I know." "And I want you to know that I am trying to do everything I can to help you." "Just help Henry." "If Shaw digs deeply enough, he will probably find something that incriminates him." "Please, Jo." "Don't worry about me." "Just take care of Henry." "Yeah." "Field coherence is down to 60%." "E.M. Disruption is getting quite a bit worse." "Yeah." "My phone was bad enough already." "But don't worry about it." "Fargo is working on building a replacement control unit." "Hmm." "Took four departments three years to develop the Smart Dust control mechanism." "But I'm sure the Director will crack it in no time." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Yeah, and in the meantime, you and I are gonna see if we can track it down." "So, please tell me it emits some sort of super-energy lightning wave that we can track." "Sorry, boss, no." "Right." "Then, motive." "What does it do?" "Who would wanna steal it?" "Hmm, I think you're on the wrong track there, boss." "There are 72 geo-engineering projects competing with this one." "And a solution to climate change would mean trillions of dollars in grants." "I smell sabotage." "I don't know." "I mean, I know the people at G.D. Can be petty and careless and negligent, true." "And even homicidal." "And I've..." "What was I saying?" "That no one at G.D. Would have maliciously stolen the device." "It's possible." "How many competing projects were there?" "Seventy-two, involving 208 scientists." "Two hundred and eight?" "Yeah, and I've already organized the most efficient route to visit them all." "All right." "Let's start ringing some doorbells." "We gotta find this thing fast." "Great, let's go." "So, what do you have?" "Well, the Smart Dust is still localized near the original dispersal area." "We're looking at about 12 hours before we start seeing neural effects." "If we're lucky." "That is why you came by, right?" "Ooh." "Yeah, yeah." "You know me," "I love a dispersal simulation." "Ooh, but there is one other thing, though." "I was wondering if you have the time, maybe you could check on Holly?" "I ran nutrient blood work yesterday." "How's she feeling?" "Well, she's fine." "Well, I mean, she says she's fine." "Fargo, she's good." "Oh, I know she's great." "I mean, her body is great." "Like, really great." "Like, vavoom." "She's been obsessed over the bio-printer lately." "And she wants to devote her entire life to studying it." "Well, it makes sense that she would be attached to that particular technology." "Yeah, well, I'm just concerned that maybe she's throwing herself into something too quickly." "Okay, I guess I could stop by, and say hi." "Thank you." "Zane, I need you." "Right here in the hall?" "Oh, you naughty little minx, you..." "Okay, not laughing." "Let's start that again." "What do you need me for, darling?" "The D.O.D. Is confiscating the evidence in the Grace investigation." "And I need a list of everything they're taking." "Talk to Shaw." "He's your buddy." "It's a D.O.D. Case now." "And Shaw is by the book." "And he's not gonna tell me anything." "Well, he ain't gonna tell me." "I sort of need you to acquire the list..." "Discretely." "The head of G.D. Security wants me to hack classified D.O.D. Files?" "I didn't say that." "Please." "Do this for me." "Can you tell me why you need it?" "Hmm..." "The less you know, the better." "You're protecting me." "Same here." "Hey, Zane..." "Hey." "No." "You're a straight arrow." "That's what I love and kinda hate about you." "I'm not gonna be the one that gets your hands dirty here." "I'm sorry, Jo." "Yeah." "Holly?" "Hello?" "What are you doing?" "Beta sample." "Cellular lattice 47% percent printed." "47% of what?" "Hi." "What are you doing here?" "Just checking in." "Oh, Doug sent you." "It's sweet, but he worries too much." "Well, he is the boss." "But just so I have something to report back..." "Everything's good?" "Yeah." "Keeping busy." "I can see that." "Oh!" "That's not for me." "I mean, it's for me to study." "Not to live in." "I'm testing new molecular scaffolding for bio-printed organs." "In there?" "Seemed smarter than running tests on myself." "I wouldn't want to melt my own head." "Again." "Holly, don't you think it's a little early in your research for you to be printing whole human bodies?" "I mean, yesterday you were a rocket scientist." "And the day before that, I was dead." "Why run simulations when I can test the real thing?" "Holly, the somatic cell emulsions you're using are incredibly hard to produce, even here at G.D." "I guess you're right." "Except the boss, who also happens to be my boyfriend, said I could use whatever supplies I needed." "So..." "I'm actually kind of busy here." "So, bye." "Oh." "Well, um..." "I guess I'll leave you to it." "Fargo?" "Any luck finding who stole the control unit?" "Uh, no." "Nothing." "We've interviewed 108 people so far." "Hundred and six, boss." "Hundred and six people." "And the fact that we haven't made any headway whatsoever does not get me down at all." "You didn't get my update, Doctor?" "What?" "No." "The communications grid is bonkers." "The servers should be next." "Please tell me you have this thing fixed." "The Smart Dust should be re-coalescing at optimal altitude now." "Fargo for the win!" "Hmm." "Doesn't seem to be connecting with the Smart Dust there." "Oh, there's some sort of crosstalk interference." "Only one other thing uses the same Gaussian wave packets." "Oh." "Let me guess." "The missing control unit." "I had this happen!" "I had this happen once with a garage door opener." "Well, wherever it is, it's still on." "But maybe I can install a booster to override the interference." "Well, the Methane Abatement team is waiting on us." "They're over in Dr. Glenn's cow pasture." "Oh!" "More suspects?" "There's got to be an easier way to find this thing than wading through cow methane." "I ran the numbers." "This approach still has the highest likelihood of success." "Any other method would be dangerously close to professional malpractice." "Boss." "Hmm." "Let's go." "Great." "What about that garage door thing?" "I mean, there was a house on the street and they had theirs tuned to the same channel as ours." "And I had to drive up and down the street with the clicker until their door opened." "Can we make one of those?" "A clicker?" "Sort of." "Like something that can track down where interference is coming from." "Well, it's a nifty idea, boss." "But kind of impossible." "We'd have to rewrite the second law of thermodynamics." "And if you wanted to use d'Alembert's formula for solving a one-dimensional wave equation..." "Yeah." "All right, let's go." "So, if you can set up somewhere near a vent, you can get started." "Okay, Doc." "Yep." "Hey." "Hey." "You are looking very tired, my friend." "Sure." "How you feeling?" "I just keep thinking about Grace, and..." "I don't know what to do." "And I can't imagine my life without her." "Because you care about her." "We all do." "We are trying to track the dispersal patterns for the Smart Dust." "Ah." "Particle sensors?" "We've been having power flickers, uh..." "Vincent's fusion generator is probably being affected." "Henry." "No, I'm happy to think about almost anything for a little while." "As a matter of fact, I was on my way to G.D." "To see Holly." "She had some questions about the bio-printer." "She asked would I come by." "If someone wanted to study molecular scaffolding, how would they go about it?" "There's tons of research on the G.D. Database." "I'd build a computer model from those specs." "Would you bio-print a body?" "No!" "That'd be like launching a spaceship to test the zero-grav shower." "Yeah, well that's what I thought." "We're talking about Holly?" "Yes." "She was printing a body blank in the neural networking lab." "Why?" "I don't know." "But when I pressed her about it, she basically kicked me out of the lab." "Okay, well, I'll see what I can find out." "Major." "I thought you weren't transferring the evidence till next week." "No choice." "You've got an out-of-control dust cloud floating around." "It could damage the magnetic media even before it damages us." "Of course." "Can't be too careful." "But you wanna be sure you don't leave anything important behind." "Have you ever known me to be less than thorough?" "Make sure those are sealed." "Yes, sir." "I'd be happy to review the... the evidence list." "A second pair of eyes never hurts." "I can also be very thorough." "I learned from the best." "You do know this is my investigation." "Of course." "I'm cooperating." "Well, thanks for the offer, but all the information connected to this case is classified." "Sir." "How many patients should we expect?" "Could be hundreds." "Make sure we have extra neural exam kits and portable MRls." "I need to talk to you." "It's important." "Okay." "While I was doing some research for Jo," "I found something." "What is that?" "Did the dust cause some kind of video malfunction?" "That's what I thought at first." "But here it is again, slowed by a factor of 40." "What the hell is that?" "This message was buried in a DOC-TRAM file on my lab computer." "It was addressed to Holly." "Holly?" "Mmm-hmm." "While she was in my lab, there was this slight irradiance surge." "She said she didn't see anything, but this would've hijacked every single video system." "She had to see it." "Why would she lie?" "This is an excellent question." "One I didn't want to ask her straight out." "If her cortex is having memory problems, confronting contradictions in her perception could cause pathway damage." "Yup." "Her new brain is powered by a photonic processor." "Rhythmic flashes like this could act as a neural trigger." "Well, that's why I brought it to you." "The strobe patterns look like they can cause epileptic seizures." "Well, this can't be a computer malfunction." "The patterns are too complex." "This is not an accident." "Well, I'll keep digging then." "Maybe I can find a source code." "Hey, Fargo." "How's it going?" "Ooh!" "Ooh, you smell, a lot." "Yes." "Methane Abatement lab." "Smelly and a complete waste of time, thank you very much." "So, update!" "The entire Eureka Smart Car system went down 10 minutes ago." "As did our digital links to the outside world." "Well, the good news is, the cloud is stabilizing." "It's only affecting equipment so far." "Oh!" "So a few more hours of bladder control." "I'll take it." "And the bad news?" "I can't get my booster to work." "Smart Dust, it was supposed to be my legacy." "Now I'm just gonna be known as Director Screw-up." "Yes." "But fantastically, they are calling it Farmageddon." "Farmageddon?" "That is not fantastic." "This is a disaster." "Oh, come on, Fargo!" "Get it together." "You're smart and science-y." "Not like me with my garage door opener idea." "Garage door?" "Yeah, it..." "The idea was..." "'Cause you know how your garage door clicker can, like, sometimes open someone else's garage door?" "So you could make a clicker, that could find the control unit." "That would totally track the interference." "No, actually." "Andy said that it would break, like, 100 laws of physics." "Yeah, well, Andy needs to do another self-diagnosis, because this could totally work." "I mean, yeah, I could tweak a diagnostic array to capture the interference signatures and then, ooh, yes, and then I could just run a spectral density search..." "Clicker." "Who says you're not science-y?" "Almost everyone." "Henry?" "Henry?" "Allison." "Um, I..." "I'm sorry." "So, I went to Holly's lab." "Everything's fine." "She's fine." "Nothing to worry about." "Okay." "Wait, wait." "Did you see how she was using the bio-printer?" "Yes." "Does it concern you?" "Chalk it up to an overeager scientist excited to be back at work." "Besides, she's not gonna have very much access to it." "I had it moved offsite for maintenance." "So nothing to worry about." "Henry's working?" "Yeah." "He was just..." "That was really odd." "But I..." "I guess he just needs a distraction." "Why?" "What's up?" "A question." "Could the brainium titanic in the dust be affecting Andy before it affects us?" "The barium titanite?" "Yes, that's what I said." "'Cause Andy's acting weird." "Well, the dust could disrupt the E.M. Signals in his processor." "But it's too weak to be affecting the human synaptic cleft." "Okay." "So it affects communications, computers and Andy?" "Yes, but that still doesn't explain why Henry isn't quite like Henry." "And why Holly..." "Holly?" "Why do you guys invent this stuff?" "Jack." "There is something strange going on." "Yeah." "And it's not just about the Smart Dust." "Fargo's got a tracker for the control unit." "Let me find the control unit." "Then I can get the communications up and running, and then we can deal with that." "Okay." "Be careful" "I don't want your brain to get all scrambled, too." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay, this is the thing." "See, I like how you see me," "I do." "And I like that you respect me, and not just" ""I'll respect you in the morning" type of respect, but real actual respect." "Babe, I'm kind of in the middle of something." "But I am running out of time." "Shaw is taking the evidence to D.C." "Before the Smart Dust can corrupt the files." "Yeah, I heard." "Don't worry about it." "No, today." "Right now." "Jo, trust me." "Leave it alone." "I need your help." "And I need you to trust that I'm doing the right thing." "Please." "You know what?" "I'm betting the evidence has already been corrupted." "At least anything to do with Henry." "Who said anything about Henry?" "You think you're dating a moron." "You said you wouldn't do it." "No." "I said I wouldn't get your hands dirty." "And I didn't." "Now stop asking questions and let me get back to work." "Thank you." "Mmm-hmm." "Uh, Zane." "What?" "I've seen that before." "When?" "When Holly was trapped in the G.D. Computer." "Lupo." "Carter?" "Where are you?" "Are you okay?" "I'm on my way." "Carter!" "Hello?" "Nope." "It's just me." "Carter?" "Where are you?" "Jo!" "This way!" "Okay, this is so weird!" "You mean all the mirrors?" "Yeah." "It's like Zane's dream come true." "So weird." "Carter!" "Ah!" "Sorry, Jo." "Can't help you right now." "Got some things to take care of." "Major, I don't know what else you want from me." "You wanted the evidence." "We gave it to you." "And I just got a call from Justice." "That evidence didn't exactly get there in one piece." "Well, you have to use a reputable moving company." "When I shipped my pinball machines out, I got on Yelp," "I got recommendations..." "Sixty-three digital files were corrupted." "My people say that data is unrecoverable." "We did warn you that the Smart Dust might affect certain ferroelectric memory surfaces." "Didn't we?" "Yes." "These files were targeted and erased intentionally." "I'm going to find out who did this, and I think I know where to start." "I expect full cooperation from your security staff." "Absolutely." "Jo thinks she saw something like this once before, which was equally creeptastic." "What does that look like to you?" "I'm gonna go with hands." "No." "I mean, does it look like someone is trying to get out?" "Who would send this to Holly?" "That's what I wanna show you." "Check this out." "Those are all the root level instructions?" "Every line." "And see?" "There's no point of origin." "Nobody sent it." "Well, what is this?" "I don't know." "Could be line noise or interference." "No, no." "It looks like E.E.G. Tracings." "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." "Yeah, but if something else got out we would know about it, right?" "The Smart Dust." "What does this have to do with Smart Dust?" "What if the Smart Dust isn't out of control?" "What if someone else is controlling it?" "Using it to knock out communication?" "All right, but why?" "So that we can't talk to each other." "So that we can't put the pieces together." "Come on, Carter." "Ooh!" "Zane Donovan?" "Yeah, may I help you?" "You're under arrest for obstruction ofjustice and destroying evidence." "Excuse me?" "Jo, take him into custody." "Jo, what are you doing?" "Take him to holding." "Jo." "What is going on?" "Let me handle it, Allison." "Hey, Fargo?" "I think I found your missing toy." "Fargo?" "Whoa!" "Wake up." "Jo?" "Jo, we..." "Hi." "We gotta..." "Now we're even." "sync and correction by majtjkong"