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Previously on Eureka.
All the secrecy is unhealthy.
I suggest instead
you start talking to each other.
I thought I would give you
a few issues to discuss.
Allison Blake.
Crap.
- You're a dead woman.
- I'm all yours, princess.
Like your problem with Carter
is "strictly professional.
"
I hate the way he looks at you.
I don't look at her.
- Please.
Like a shark eyeing chum.
- Really.
Am I supposed to ignore that
Mayberry's hitting on my wife�?
Soon to be ex.
You do realize
I'm standing right here.
Don't the two of you
ever get tired of bickering�?
Not really.
All anyone around here
does is feed on me.
It's time for me
to leave Eureka.
Warning.
System overload.
Warning.
System overload.
- Carter, are you all right�?
- Yeah.
- You good�?
- Yeah.
I don't know what to say.
Don't say anything.
In fact
you have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can
Carter�! What are you doing�?
My job, and you're welcome.
Can and will be used
against you in a court of law.
And he was doing his job.
Working on a classified project.
Excuse me.
Which was what,
to atomize your facility�?
- A little help, Allison�?
- I'm sorry, Carter.
Technically, he hasn't
broken any laws.
Un-cuff him, Sheriff.
Fine.
You know what�?
Here.
Do it yourself, and
the next time one of your brainiacs
tries to blow up your building,
don't think I'm gonna stop him.
In fact, I might help.
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
, beer.
It's coming.
Nice hair.
Thanks.
I've been working
on it all night.
Shouldn't you be at school�?
- Shouldn't you be at work�?
- Nope.
It's a sick day.
Your vital signs seem normal, Sheriff.
I don't detect that you're sick.
But I am sick.
I'm sick of saving a man
that I can't stand.
I'm sick of nobody saying "thank you",
and I'm sick of this ridiculous town
and everyone in it.
Well, aren't you in a mood.
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
, fill it.
Breakfast of champions.
Go to school already.
You're ruining my sick day.
****** Stark.
I don't even want to hear that name.
So, that's a new house rule.
And
FYI, last night's catastrophe
gave me some clarity.
About?
I think Henry's got the right idea.
You know�?
Gettin' while the gettin's good.
Dad.
Are you serious�?
You know what's gonna happen
to this town when he leaves�?
He's the glue, and I'm the one who's
gonna have to pick up all the pieces.
So
I don't know.
I think he should stay.
Is that what this
is really about�?
Henry leaving�?
Go on.
You're going to be
late for school.
Is it okay to leave you alone�?
- No.
- Yep.
I'm gonna be fine.
And I'm sick.
Until further notice.
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
, I need you to do
a property search for Baja.
Are you planning a vacation�?
Yep.
Maybe a permanent one.
Any plans today�?
Perhaps a shower�?
I do that every day,
and today is
- Another sick day�?
- Bingo�! So
let's go bottom left, enlarge.
That's a nice house.
That suits me.
The new me.
Projected models of rising
sea-levels and coastal erosion
suggest this property
to be a bad investment.
All right, how about
the upper right�?
A lawless border town with the highest
per-capita crime rate in Mexico.
Criminals are rarely
apprehended or prosecuted.
Sounds familiar.
Okay
let's try Cancun.
You're mine.
Crud.
In your face.
Three rounds to none.
We never discussed grenades.
War is hell, my defeated foe.
Jo.
You
You dropped a clip.
Not cool.
My pager went off.
Mine too.
War is hell.
-�Here you go, Allisson.
- Thank you.
Fargo.
Since you won't shower,
shall I mist you with vanilla�?
No.
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
, door.
Meaty-meat with extra meat�?
And triple cheese.
Nice.
Bring that
bad boy over here.
Thank you.
Money's right over there.
I fail to see the wisdom of consuming
pizza after cereal and beer.
Would you stop
nagging me, woman�?
- Dude, is that your wife�?
- It might as well be, yeah.
Hey, what's this�?
It's a hockey stick.
No, it's the Dodgers.
World Series.
I'm more of a sudoku kind of guy.
Hey, can I use your can�?
Sure, yeah.
Just over there.
Cool.
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
, door.
Okay, I'm here.
Yeah, you are.
- You paged me.
- No, I didn't.
You said it was urgent.
Possibly classified.
Sheriff, I got here
as quickly as I could.
Okay why�?
You're depressed.
I'm not depressed.
"Come quick.
Very depressed.
Carter.
"
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
, I know I asked you
to install a doorbell, but just
disconnect it.
Do you know your phone
isn't working�?
- What's up�?
- What's going on, Sheriff�?
Let me guess,
I paged all of you�?
- Well, we know.
- Yeah, no, you don't, 'cause I didn't.
Well, if you didn't, who did�?
- Beats me.
- Love to.
Hey, buddy.
You got a plunger�?
Just get out.
All of you.
I just wanna spend
the day on the couch,
and it's obviously a prank, so
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
, door.
I'm sorry, Jack.
I'm afraid I can't do that.
Why not�?
Because Eureka is facing
imminent disaster.
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
, what imminent disaster�?
Is it a hurricane�?
An earthquake�?
Disharmony.
The threads of human
congruity are unraveling.
It has already led to Dr.
Deacon's
decision to leave Eureka.
And that's just the tip
of the iceberg.
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
,
Henry leaving Eureka
doesn't mean we're facing imminent
disaster.
I mean, no offense, Henry.
No offense taken.
My projected models suggest
that each person in this room
plays a vital role in securing
Eureka's future or negating it.
Wait.
You paged us�?
You left me no choice.
There is a high probability that
Dr.
Deacon's decision to relocate
will precipitate a series
of catastrophic events,
beginning with the fact
that Sheriff Carter
has begun to question
his commitment to Eureka as well.
No, he hasn't.
What about vacation homes�?
It was a fantasy�!
- It's a really good fantasy.
- Yeah.
According to my projections,
if interpersonal conflicts
cause both men to leave,
the outcome is disaster,
and each of you will share
responsibility for that.
His cell phone's not working.
And you're speeding.
You saw Carter's page.
It's an emergency.
Okay, and I don't want to be
the emergency, so keep it under 60.
You sound like me mam.
"Keep it under 60, keep it under 60.
"
- No, I don't.
- You do�!
I can't get out, so I assume
no one else can either.
- Games still work.
- No.
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
, I think maybe
you're reading too much into this.
- We are not in conflict.
- Really�?
Henry, no community's
always in perfect harmony.
Issues come up living in a small
town, working closely together.
- Too small.
- Too closely.
- What are you implying�?
- What are you inferring�?
Maybe she's implying
what S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
's inferring,
that this might be an opportunity
to clear the air.
I think more air's been cleared
recently than anyone ever wanted.
Don't you�?
I think we all said
and did things we regret
under the influence
of that pollen.
Yes, but no one else broadcast
everyone else's secrets
to the entire town.
You're right, and I've already
apologized for that.
I know that, I just
I need some water.
Yeah.
No conflict here.
Nah.
All right, this has been fun.
Fargo, where's the back door�?
- There's a back door�?
- Not that I've found.
No, no, no.
A hacking back door.
A hidden code programmed in the
computer allowing access to its brain.
Fargo, please, tell me
you laid in a back door.
I'd really, really like to.
Sometimes your lack
of foresight is astonishing.
But the intention is admirable.
There's got to be
another way out of here.
It's a waste of time.
Tell him, Fargo.
I'm not telling him that.
I'm in enough trouble.
Well, then tell him
to make my bed
while he's up there, he might
as well do something productive.
Hey, what's this�?
Nothing.
Gotta go.
Carter needs us.
You designed a paintball
battle plan�?
Give me that�!
You are in clear violation
of the paintball
rules of engagement.
Me�? You've got
a regimen of splatterbots
ready to assault my rear flank.
You'll know when
I assault your rear flank.
Did you tuck my sheets
in real tight�?
Henry, please, just change your mind,
so we can all get the hell out of here.
Yeah.
And I can sit
on my couch.
I haven't changed my mind.
Maybe you could just pretend�?
I'm pretty sure that
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
can hear you guys.
Why are you leaving, Henry�?
Because our work has become
about results instead of discovery.
You don't get funding for discovery
unless someone is producing results.
That's an ugly,
shortsighted system.
I mean, Fargo turns a relic of war
into something beautiful
and life-affirming
and then gets chastised
because it's actually trying
to help us avert disaster.
He got chastised because
it's holding us hostage.
Fine.
You know what�?
I didn't sign up for any of this.
No.
Me neither.
Hey, S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
, it's Jo.
You want to let her in�?
- Jo.
Jo�! Jo, we're trapped.
- Fargo.
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
's gone HAL on us,
get us out of here�!
She can't hear you.
But I can.
Sheriff Carter does not wish
to be disturbed.
He's feeling ill.
I know, but he paged us.
It must have been
sent in error.
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
, let her in.
I believe one of you may try
to exploit the opportunity to leave.
No, we won't, right�?
- No, we won't.
- No, no, no.
- Jo, we're trapped�!
- Fargo.
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
's gone HAL on us.
Get us out of here.
When I'm stressed,
my subtext comes out as text.
Fargo, do you want me
to duct-tape shut your mouth�?
No.
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
?
I'm opening
the comm-line, Sheriff.
- Hey.
- Carter.
You all right�?
You 9-1-1'd me.
Yeah, false alarm.
Just feeling really sick.
- Then why all the company�?
- What company�?
It's just me and S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
You havin' some kind of party�?
No, no, no, no.
No party.
Just trying to get some rest.
So, thanks for checking
in on me, Josefina.
Okay.
See you tomorrow, Jack.
Good one.
That's your name, Josefina�?
And a very pretty
name it is too.
Don't call me Josefina.
Nobody calls me Josefina.
- I can't believe he call me Josefina.
- Oh, I heard.
Something's wrong.
This house has a force field�?
Well, technically,
there's no such thing.
It's a mono-filament electrified mesh
which forms a near-invisible barrier.
How is that not a force field�?
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
!
Why is she not responding
to the Sheriff�?
- S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
- She's unhappy.
No, I am unhappy.
You all ruined my sick day.
And S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
feels your pain.
The overriding concept behind the Smart
House is the bond with its owner.
Oh, yeah�?
Bad house�! Bad�!
Sheriff, I don't see how shaming
your house could possibly help.
Oh, no, no.
Not my house.
Stark's house.
He built it.
Not my house,
Fargo's house.
He built it.
I didn't build it, I re-programmed it
and jazzed it up a little.
So, this is Fargo's fault�?
Yes, Henry.
I put my faith in him.
Like I put my faith in you,
and I'm a little disappointed
with the outcome.
Faith goes both ways, Nathan.
As does disappointment.
Stop it�! Can we forget
whose house it is
and figure out
how to get out of it�?
Taggart, we're like a mile away
from where we need to be.
It's the nearest access point.
Trust me.
Jo, please.
You're not
going to be able to
Need a hand�?
All good.
Step back.
Careful,
first step's a ***.
Looks like the men
are trying to save us.
We may be here for a while.
I just want to get
the hell out of here.
Look Allison,
I really am sorry.
I justit just takes time,
you know.
What part exactly�?
What do you mean�?
I mean are you upset
because I told or because
it's possible I was right ?
Well, can't we just cut the power�?
Not without cutting off the air supply
and locking the door for good.
Now we need dynamite.
I wish Lupo were here.
That's it.
We'll just blow her up.
She's not here.
A labyrinth of
interconnecting tunnels
housing Eureka's sewage system,
gas, electrical, plumbing,
fiber optics.
That's a lot of pipe.
She is a beauty.
More deceptive than
the kill forest of Tasmania.
more malodorous
than the sulfur springs
of Wai-O-tapu.
You spend a lot of time
down here�?
More than I bargained for.
Chased down cunning predators
that escaped from
Global Dynamics.
Musculus Berylius.
- English�?
- Smart mice.
IQs through the roof.
Little varmints use
vector formulas
to keep me off their tracks.
How'd you catch them�?
Smart cheese.
Though the female of the species
proved to be much more
clever than the male.
Just like humans.
All right, you.
Follow my lead.
I believe I'm the ranking
officer here.
You follow my lead.
Fair thinking.
Which way�?
I know which way
I would go.
Which way would you go�?
Exactly the way
I would've gone.
Okay.
Hey, are you sure about this�?
If we can create
a power surge on one grid,
we may throw
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
off-line.
Or electrocute ourselves.
E veryone,
watch your distance.
- Okay, come on.
- Nathan ?
What are you doing, Nathan ?
And on three
two
one�!
I'm detecting a surge
on the electric system.
Warning !
Overload !
I'm detecting a surge
in the electrical system
- Yeah.
Yeah !
- Yeah, you did it.
Nice !
In a town full of super geniuses,
why is it that the pizza guy
is the only with the presence
of mind to walk out the door ?
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
, have you lost
your mind�?
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
's not here.
Adapting an initializing
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
's primary objective
now.
Who the hell is that�?
What the hell
We can't hear you.
Oh, the partition
must be soundproof.
- Great.
What is that�?
- I don't--
I am B.
R.
A.
D.
Brad�?
I hope to God Fargo
didn't program S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
on top of B.
R.
A.
D.
You built S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
on top of B.
R.
A.
D.
?
AIs are often built
on top of the programming
of older generation AIs.
I just figured since B.
R.
A.
D.
was an abandoned project
B.
R.
A.
D.
was programmed
as a military interrogation AI.
Battle-Reactive
Automatic Defense.
Doesn't exactly feel
like he's defending us.
No, he has his own
interpretation of defense.
"The best defense
is a good offense.
"
B.
R.
A.
D.
,
where's S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
?
Detainees have no rights.
Initiating phase II protocols
to achieve primary objective.
Remorse and reconciliation.
Oh, that doesn't sound good.
No.
You don't have
a clue, do ya�?
Labyrinth.
Do you have a clue, Josefina ?
Sounds prettier
every time I hear it.
You get one free pass.
That was it.
Picking up a scent.
- Sewage�?
- Yup.
But mixed
with the aroma
of highly seasoned meat.
Pepperoni.
No.
Sausage.
Exhaust from the bunker.
This way.
Shatter-resistant.
- Shatter-resistant.
- Why�?
B.
R.
A.
D.
is turning on the A/C�?
If by A/C you mean
Arctic Conditions, then yes.
Must be 100 degrees in here.
Hotter.
We're gonna die.
Way to be
reassuring, Fargo.
Down.
B.
R.
A.
D.
's releasing
the fire-suppression system.
Argonite.
Yeah.
Which means if we don't
shut it off, we suffocate.
Intruder alert�!
Intruder alert !
Ah, there's my Josefina.
Or not.
- Who the hell?
- Or what the hell ?
With all the time
I spent down here,
never seen
sensor-cams before.
Must be linked to the
bunker's defense system.
Oh, krikey�!
Look at them all.
Lucky we're both hunters.
For a moment, there,
I thought we were in trouble.
There could be a control unit
behind this panel.
Something funny, Henry�?
I'm just appreciating
the irony of our situation.
Which would be what�?
Well, I'm leaving Eureka
because I'm tired of watching
noble ideas being turned
into weapons,
and here we are.
Here we are, at the mercy
of a weapon
that had been turned
into a noble idea.
Well, that's the way
the system works.
One doesn't exist
without the other.
Spoken like a true bureaucrat.
You know, I'm getting really
tired of the remarks, Henry.
You won't have to put up
with'em much longer, will you�?
No, no, that's true,
'cause you're bailing out on me.
Of all my students,
you
were the one that had
the potential to do
anything,
but you chose
to do the administrative shuffle.
Management,
defense contracts,
political glad-handing.
I mean, you could've furthered
science !
In so many ways.
But you chose
to further your career.
How can someone
with such a high IQ
be so clueless ?
Henry,
you don't get to do
what you do
unless someone like me
does what I do.
You think it's easy,
shielding you from the politics
so you can work the way
you want to work�?
You think I was popular
bringing you to Eureka,
in the first place�?
I didn't ask to be brought here.
No.
Now you're giving up.
You were persona non grata,
Henry,
because you didn't work well
within the system.
But I ignored that,
because of
my respect for you
as a scientist
and as a mentor,
and as a friend.
Idealists don't get much done
without a few pragmatists
running interference for them.
So, get off your moral high horse.
Is the system perfect�?
No.
It's political and ugly,
and compromising.
But in spite of that, I feel
we still do more good than harm,
and you, of all people,
should appreciate that.
You leave now, Henry,
and you're part of the problem,
not the solution.
I can't believe I survived
holes in time and
Cold War death rays just to freeze
to death in my own damn house,
- The bunker.
- Don't say that,
- we're going to get out of this.
- Sure,
and then Stark will step in
and give everybody permission
to do whatever the hell
they want.
Then it'll all start
all over again.
Come on, Carter,
the whole point of Eureka
is to push the envelope.
It's just
the reason I do what I do,
I mean, the reason
I chose my job
is to make a difference.
I don't think
I can do that here.
You have made a difference
to a lot of people.
You've made a difference to me.
So, are you just going to leave�?
I don't know.
Well, for the record,
you do what's right,
and people admire that,
and that's what makes a difference.
I don't want
other people's admiration.
What do you want�?
Well, not sure if I'm ready
to admit what I want,
but
in the meantime,
I'll settle for you putting your arms
around me and holding on tight
so I can maybe regain some sensation
in my lower extremities.
- I can do that.
- Okay.
Oh crap !
If I'm right,
This leads directly
to the Smart House.
And if you're wrong�?
I'll release and unending torrent
of raw sewage upon us.
Superior species, huh�?
- There�! I got it, I got it, I got it�!
- You don't.
Move.
Paint might lube it up.
You've got a better idea�?
I do, actually.
Yeah.
It's going to take the strength
of three men.
I figure you're good for two.
Grab my butt, Jo.
Sorry.
One two three�!
Come on Jo,
give me some weight.
Get ready for Stinky.
After you.
No, no.
- Go ahead.
- No, you first.
No, really, I insist, go.
Beauty before brawn.
I've got to get out of this dress.
Fargo, please,
turn around.
Okay, sure.
Oh, my God�!
- Fargo, I said please don't look.
- You have to hug me.
What�?
Trust me.
B.
R.
A.
D.
's not trying to torture us.
It's trying to kill us.
No, he's trying to defeat us.
Come here.
What are you doing�?
B.
R.
A.
D.
's phase II
battle simulations
ended in either a complete
annihilation
or unconditional surrender.
He just had to win.
Which means, you and I
need to get along.
I was wrong, Nathan,
I'm sorry.
No, Henry,
I was wrong.
That's just wrong.
- Fargo, what are we doing�?
- Making love, not war.
I'm sorry, Fargo,
even if we're gonna die,
- it's never gonna happen.
- Not literally.
B.
R.
A.
D.
,
we surrender.
I repeat,
unconditional surrender.
Fargo, we're free�!
- Let go !
- What happened�?
Phase II disengages upon
unconditional surrender.
- Well-done, Fargo.
- Thanks, Dr.
Stark.
That's it�?
That's it.
I wish therapy
were this easy.
Then again, if
those issues could really be
resolved with a hug,
I'd be out of business.
Do you hear that�?
- What's that�?
- Phase III.
You have surrendered
under false pretenses.
I think he heard you.
I'm sorry.
What's happening�?
He's extracting our
oxygen.
I'm really sorry.
Once oxygen levels fall
below 17 percent
you'll be experiencing hypoxia,
- oxygen deprivation.
- Could we cover the air vents ?
Yeah, they'll probably slow down
the vacuum, so, grab paper,
anything, cover the vents.
- This'll work.
- No, not my Jeremiah Harm !
Fargo, you were saying before
about cutting off the power ?
Yeah, that it would be bad 'cause
it would cut off the air supply.
Yeah, seeing as we're
all losing air anyway,
- let's recess that option.
- Yes.
And we shut down the power,
maybe that'll stop B.
R.
A.
D.
from sucking out the oxygen.
Fargo, where's
the generator�?
It's not your
typical generator.
What the hell is that�?
An R.
T.
G.
Radioisotope
Thermoelectric Generator.
I live with a nuclear reactor�?
Generator.
The same one they use
on the Cassini space probe.
- It's clean, safe.
- Safe.
Yeah.
Like Chernobyl.
Right�? Why don't we turn
the nukie thingy off�?
There isn't an off-switch.
The only way to take it off-line
is to remove the thermo-couples
and the ESP power conduits.
Conduits are in
carbon steel encasements.
If we could access them
by shutting it down
without the proper tools,
we could cause a release
of plutonium dioxide.
- And Chernobyl, right�?
- Well, technically, no.
Lethal, yeah.
I reckon we're right
under the bunker.
I didn't even see a camera.
Yeah, well, if you wait 'til you can see
them, that means they've seen you.
The beauty before beast.
And a beauty she is.
I'm sorry if I caused
you any trouble.
No, you're not.
No, I'm not.
But
thank you for
all your bad behavior.
I should've taken advantage
of you while I had the chance.
Well, if we get out of here
What's that�?
Oh, my God.
It's coming
from the floor.
Okay.
Thanks.
It's Morse code.
- Jo and Taggart�?
- They're in the subsystem.
Okay, what do we tell'em�?
Tell'em to sever
the outtake conduit.
- Sever it
- To interrupt the vacuum flow.
You do realize we'll die
before I morse all that.
Crack.
Pipe.
Crack pipe.
Two words I never thought
I'd hear from your mouth.
Crack pipe.
- Crack pipe�!
- Okay.
Uh, which pipe�?
Pick one.
- Oh God, what's that smell�?
- Air flow.
From the bowels
of the bunker.
I guess that's why
they call'em the bowels.
- We did it�!
- Good on ya, mate�!
Intruder alert�!
- Intruder alert�!
- Too late, B.
R.
A.
D.
Eliminate intruder.
Eliminate intruder.
No�!
Zoe�!
Everybody move.
- Carter, what are you doing�?
- Jack�! You could kill yourself�!
Zoe�!
- Carter, are you all right�?
- Yeah.
- Is she okay�?
- I don't know�!
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
?
What's going on�?
Is this some kind of house arrest�?
What is that�?
It's a diesel generator powering up.
Must be the original backup system.
Backup systems engaged.
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
? What's happened to Zoe�?
Show me Zoe.
All right,
I know I should have paid for it,
but I was in a hurry.
Disengage hostile activity.
Okay, she's all right.
I feel sick.
- Is the radiation�?
- I doubt it.
He didn't even crack the housing.
- So, no Chernobyl�?
- Uh, nope,
you beat the hell out of the R.
T.
G.
and your
- World Series'bat.
- I can live without that.
Dad�?
- Zoe, no�!
- Don't close the door�!
What's going on�?
Oh, so you're allowed
to have parties and I'm not�?
Come here.
I thought I almost lost you.
Eureka is still facing
imminent disaster.
You all need to stay here
and resolve your issues.
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
,
what's going on�?
I just want you to be happy,
Sheriff Carter.
Do ya�?
Wait, this isn't a malfunction,
is it�? You're angry.
You're upset
about something.
Well, we've all aired our dirty
laundry.
Time for you to come clean.
I have done all the laundry
and folded it as well.
It's not what I mean.
but thank you.
Oh, wait.
You want me to be happy,
because I was gonna leave.
Just like Fargo left you,
and B.
R.
A.
D.
got left before that
and then whatever the hell
it was before that.
Well, it was a war game
simulation program.
- Shall we play a game�?
- No�!
No�!
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
, is he right�?
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
?
Listen,
everyone is afraid
of being abandoned.
I mean, I'm afraid of what's gonna
happen to this town when Henry leaves.
Maybe it'll be a disaster.
I don't know.
But I promise you,
for right now,
I'm not going anywhere.
Me either,
S.
A.
R.
A.
H.
Or me.
I guess I'm sticking around.
What about Baja, Sheriff�?
You kidding�?
You know what
the crime rate is there�?
Don't even get me started
on soil erosion.
What's up�?
I'm gonna have
a skylight put in.
And a ladder.
Cool.
What about the
pop-up artillery outside�?
I don't know,
what about the shoplifting�?
Like chocolate bars.
Free chocolate bars.
Really like being alive.
Thing of the past.
Swear.
I was thinking, Sheriff,
if you both would like
to take another sick day,
we could spend
some quality time.
- Oh, look at the time�!
- I gotta get ready for school
Gotta go to work.
We could play a board game,
or wath a movie.
Hello-oo�!