All language subtitles for Eureka S3 E07

Henry: Previously on Eureka.

What sheriff subtle is trying
to tell you is that I'm pregnant.

I have a new puzzle
for you to solve.

Henry: This complex
is massive. Pre—war.

What, late '30s? Ibeheve.

Allison: That's before Eureka
was built. What's down there?

Carter: Mrs. Thorne,
ever since you got to this town,

you've been
looking for something.

Tell me what's going on.

Thorne: No.

Carter: I have to what?

Oversee the mayoral election.
This is the official polling place.

It's not a big deal, Carter.

Well, then, why can't Jo do it?

Because Jo's not your lackey.

Well, the town charter says

that voting security falls on the
highest ranking law enforcement officer.

That would be you.
Unless you promote me

or become
othennise incapacitated.

The mayor's seat has been open for
over a year. The town needs a voice.

This is a very important
service card.

Well, how important can it be?

I mean, my daughter's backing
her 17—year—old boyfriend for the job.

Eureka doesn't discriminate.

Some of our smartest
citizens are teens.

So instead of working, I have
to sit here and count ballots

for some doogie mayor?

No, actually, your sister
volunteered for that job.

It's a bad idea. Lex becomes
really obsessed with politics.

And her mood swings
are already out of hand.

Actually, she's really into it.

And you know what, you should be a little
more sensitive. Your sister's pregnant.

I'm Mr. Sensitive.

Like...

What? Paper ballots?

Digital voting machines are
way too easy to tamper with.

And campaigns get really
competitive around here.

Okay. I'll do it. I'm,
I'm... thank you.

Mr. Sensitive though.

Oh, my goodness.
What a beautiful baby.

Love that shirt.
That's me you know.

Uh, more
Vinspresso? Remember, vote Vincent.

You're doing great.
They love you!

I can't believe I let you talk
me into this. I hate politics.

We're the glue that holds
this town together, Vincent.

It's time we had a voice.

Guys, smile here. Smile.

That's great! Thanks!

All right.
Now back to kissing babies.

A vote for Lucas is a vote
for youthful innovation.

Oh, here's his 10 point plan.

Kylie, can you help me pass
out some more buttons, please?

Then can we work
on our lab project?

What's more important, Kylie,
homework or changing the world?

I don't know, Zoe. I've
never been much of a leader.

Which is why you have me.

That baby face of yours
promises idealism and hope

for all the minors in the town.

And I am going to help
you deliver it.

You mean manipulate it.

Tomay—to, tomah—to.

Sheriff Carter. Uh...

Paulo herrera.

Nephrologist, concerned citizen,
and future mayor of Eureka.

Well, you don't see that
combo platter every day.

Well, I'd like to talk to you
about getting your endorsement.

I'm getting coffee.
Oh, hey, could...

Not your lackey.

Well, Mr. Herrera, is it?

I would love to
endorse somebody, but...

But he's already
promised his endorsement...

To my candidate, right,
sheriff? Well, actually...

Eureka needs a mayor who
understands how a company town works.

Why? So your boss can have some global
dynamics puppet to sell out the town?

I mean, how many people
is Thorne gonna fire?

Guys... which is why
Vincent is the best candidate

because he's out nurturing
the community and...

Guys! I just want my coffee.

Vincent, get sheriff Carter
a Vinspresso on the house.

It's already on the house
and bribery is a crime.

Yeah.

Nice try, Fargo.

Do we amuse you, herrera?

Watch and learn, kids.

Folks, would everybody
follow me outside?

I have something that will
entertain and amaze you.

Okay. I'm done.

Now, can we talk
about our project?

I've got some damage control
to do here, Kylie.

Why don't you just
get it started?

But we're supposed
to work together.

And we will, after you've had a
chance to show me what you've got.

So you're letting me take lead?

That's right. Now
get to work, partner.

Leave professional politics
to the professionals.

Told you it gets competitive.

That's just wrong.

Uh—huh.

Big news, guys.

Yeah, what's up?

Those ancient security
cameras we saw in the bunker,

I pulled the negatives before
Thorne locked the place up again.

It's 35 millimeter.

We just have to find someone
old enough to develop it.

What?

The latest next gen technology
Zane's been developing

for our sponsor. Over
engineered to keep you cool

in the hottest situations.

It's amazing what the
greatest scientific minds

and a big old corporate
check can buy you.

Too bad we can't buy
the next mayoral election.

Just kidding, Allison.

I would, however, like
you to endorse Dr. Herrera.

Well, won't that be seen as
global dynamics taking sides?

Maybe. But on the other hand,

having someone to smooth
ruffled feathers

during the next round of
cutbacks isn't a bad idea.

Well, I prefer
to make up my own mind.

You should also think about
what's best for global.

We need a personal
relationship with the town.

One that shows that we're
all on the same team.

Are you and I
on the same team, Eva?

Of course. I'd like to
think we're also friends.

Good.

So why don't you tell me
what's in the bunker under Tesla?

We found bariogenic radiation.

Zoe and her friends are very
lucky that they weren't infected.

That's why I'm ordering a thermal
cleaning of the entire facility.

You realize you'll destroy any
organic material that's left inside.

Our first obligation is to the town.

Excuse me. Make sure you vote.

This is Allison Blake. I need
some records from the archive.

Zane: What a time suck this is.

How did we live before digital?

I never knew you had
an artistic side, Carter.

I'm a man of many facets.

Check out the date stamp. 1939.

Carter: I thought Eureka
wasn't founded till 1950.

Jo: Well, it wasn't. What
were they doing down there?

Well, whatever it was,
they tried to Bury it for good.

Uh—huh. Look who we have here.

Sarah, lights.
Sarah: Certainly, sheriff.

That was yesterday?

Thorne's been looking for something
ever since she came to Eureka.

How much you wanna
bet it's in this room?

So, what is she up to?

That's gonna have to wait till
tomorrow, the debate's about to start.

You prepare your
opening remarks?

What opening remarks?

Carter: Hello.
Hello, is this on?

Hi, everyone. Uh,
welcome to debate night.

Uh, I'm sheriff Carter
and I'll be...

Cut to the chase!
We want issues, not filler!

Thank you, Lexi, for your
wildly inappropriate enthusiasm.

So, without further ado,
I give you your candidates.

And if elected, I'll
bring the same principles

to the mayor's office
as I do to cafe diem.

In short, you want it, I got it!

I promise to bring a voice
to the pre—teen prodigy

that the establishment
too often sees

as just another pretty brain.

Times are changing and
Eureka must change with it.

I will protect the tenets on
which this town was founded

and help Usher in
a new day for Eureka.

It's a new day all right.

Jo: Just another days in Eureka.

Well, it's a mini sun.

Carter: Really? Took you
brainiacs all night to come up with that?

Allison: No. It took us all night to rule
out any g.D. Experiments as the cause.

So, now we have two suns?

Just like Tatooine.

Tatu—what? Geek speak.

The good news is it's stable,

holding its position
at about 1,000 feet.

So we're not lighting
up the entire state.

Yeah, the last thing we need is a spotlight
on the town the whole world can see.

Well, agreed. But it's
6:00 am. And 90 degrees.

How do we turn it off?

I'm not sure yet.

It has to be some
kind of fusion reaction.

Sounds dangerous.

No, not necessarily.

Based on its containment,

I'd say it's deliberate.

Who'd want to make
a second sun on purpose?

Maybe the guy who was trying
to make a big bang at the debates.

Oh, cloud guy. Herrera.

Eva wanted me to endorse him.

Such a hidden agenda.

Huh? What do you mean?

Um, Zane found
some security photos

of her sneaking around the
facility. What's down there anyway?

Well, nothing for long. She
ordered a thermal cleaning.

Can we stop it
till we get inside?

No, she's forbidden access.
The whole place is classified.

Something's going on.

You go talk to herrera.
I'll look into it.

Yes, Allison Blake.

She asked for me?

Okay. I'm on my way.

Hot enough for you? Yeah.

What's with the umbrellas?

He likes to be prepared?

Did that just come from inside?

That would be yes.

Hey, sheriff. You change your
mind about that endorsement?

Uh, not really. What is this?

This is the end to drought,

which we may be needing
sooner than later.

Welcome to my cloud farm.

Cloud farm?

Yeah, that's what he said.

I've taken cloud seeding to a whole
new level with nanotech hydration.

Cumulus, stratus, cirrus,
I can create 'em all.

Oh, like you did with the,
with the cloud gag yesterday?

Nice, huh? I found a
way to hydrogenically

infuse the atmosphere so
I can literally sculpt clouds.

The commercial
applications are limitless.

Wow. Well, I'm more
concerned about your sun stunt.

Sun? No, no, no.
I'm strictly a cloud guy.

Not that I don't mind the
bump in the polling numbers.

People love a spectacle.

Yeah, but you have to admit
the timing was suspicious.

Have anyone from global
come and review my record.

My life is
an open book, sheriff.

I'm beholden to my constituents.

Carter: Gotta admit,
it's a hell of a show.

Zane! Just the man
I'm looking for.

Save your breath, Fargo. I
already know who I'm voting for.

I'm offended. You think I'm
only here to get your vote?

You're not? No.

I also want a favor.
It is roasting out there.

A candidate has to
project cool confidence

under the most
extreme conditions.

I hear through the grapevine
you're beta-testing something

that can help with staying cool.

Yeah, I might be.

Give me enough to get
through the election and if...

When Vincent wins,

I'll name a park
bench after you.

Tempting, but no.

I don't do politics.
But good luck with that.

Based on these sun scans, I'd say
your competition's definitely heating up.

I was testing the
voting machines and I got dizzy.

I know you're not an o.B.

Not really a fan
of western medicine.

But, I trust you.

Well, I'm flattered.

I'm sure you have much
bigger issues to deal with.

Yes, and I have people to deal
with them. So, put your mind at ease.

So Carter says you've always
been interested in politics.

He said I'm obsessed, didn't he?

No.

Jack thinks
the system is broken.

But I think it's up to us
to make the system work.

Well, this little guy's
system is working perfectly.

Here. Want to take a look?

It's amazing.

What? Is something wrong?

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

You're getting a double dose.

Lexi, you're having twins.
Both boys.

Two sons?

Two suns. Why
didn't I think of that?

Because it's crazy.

It's brilliant. Lucas, I don't think
you appreciate what's at stake here.

I mean, the mayor's
office oversees city hall.

So, that includes
the sheriff's department.

I mean, you could be
my dad's boss.

And I thought he hated me now.

It's time to step up our game.

When the world hands
you suns, make sunscreen.

Iced mocha, folks.

Stays cool as Vincent will be,
when he takes the oath of office.

Suits? It's over
100 degrees out here.

Some candidates can handle
the heat better than others.

Nice gimmick.

We're just helping the voters
stay refreshed so they can make

a cogent decision
at the polling booth.

Yeah, and we're just
trying to protect voters

from harmful uv rays so they
won't be blinded by indecision.

Iced mocha!
Get it while it's cold.

Sunscreen, people. Vote Lucas
and say no to premature aging.

Zoe, I've had a small
issue with our class project.

Bigger priorities at the
moment, Kylie. Here, grab a box.

No. I think this is something
you're really gonna want to see.

This better be good.

Okay, Fargo,
what's the big emergency?

The
corruption of the Democratic process.

Everyone knows
herrera's in Thorne's pocket.

And now she's harassing
my candidate. Look.

All right, what are
you talking about?

It's my wall of fame.
Thorne took it.

Fargo: She redacted all the
photos of Eureka's founders.

She just doesn't
want the voters to see

how connected Vincent is
to this town's history.

Why would she do that? Why?

Herrera checked out.

There's nothing in his background
having to do with solar energy

orfusion power.

Great. So we got two
suns and no suspects.

And now apparently
no air conditioning.

You get anything off herrera?

Other than a creepy
politician vibe, no.

No, nothing. What did you find?

Well, I ran some scans.

The sun has all the properties

of a main sequence dwarf star.

The big question is
its energy source.

Well, I might be able to
shed some light on that.

I ordered copies of all records

having to do with the
hidden facility under Tesla.

Now, of course, Eva's
either had them redacted

or they don't exist. But, she
forgot one thing. Accounting.

Oh, somebody messed up
their lunch receipt.

The d.O.D. Keeps track of
every penny that they spend.

So, I thought I'd see where
they were spending in 1939.

Check out the stuff
they were ordering.

Deuterium. Tritium.

These are heavy hydrogen atoms.

Yeah, and the essential elements

in building fusion bombs.

So Thorne dug up an old
bomb testing facility?

Allison, we gotta
get into that room

before Thorne does her,
uh, thermal cleaning thing.

To do what exactly?

To figure out whether something
down there is causing what's up here.

Hurry up. It's over here.

Kylie, it's a billion
degrees out.

I don't have time to play house.

Excuse me.
I'm nine and I'm a junior.

I don't play house.

Then what are we doing here?

Take a look.

Kylie, can you remind me
what our assignment was?

Build a working model
of the solar system.

Took that
a bit literally, did you?

How'd you get all the
planets to orbit like that?

They are not the problem.

The sun's a little off.

We are so getting an "a."

One small issue.

I can't make it stop.

So we're not getting an "a"?

Yeah, not so much.

You know what, a controlled fusion
reaction like this takes real talent.

Well, it wasn't even that hard.

Take a gravitron
field generator,

surround it in
a little reactor plasma,

heat and serve.

Served up kind of a big
helping, don't you think?

Well, we're a little
off on the plasma density.

We? Oh, no, no, no.
See, I didn't do this.

Um, and I'm gonna need you to resign from
the campaign. We can't afford the scandal.

Thanks for the support, partner.

Henry, I got a town full of cranky
people who need some sleep.

You got any ideas?

Yeah, make it do what
it's supposed to do.

It should've started
to dissipate by now.

Well, it's getting some
fuel from somewhere.

Chances are
it'll burn itself out.

But in the meantime, I'm
gonna go back to my garage

and research just how fast. Okay.
Thanks. Let me know what you find.

Can I come? I want to help.

Oh, I think you helped enough
already today, don't you?

I'll tell you what, you can take
atmospheric readings, okay?

Great.

Great.

Carter: So what convinced you?

Well, Eva had all the old
photos removed from cafe diem.

Add that to the mass
redaction of old g.D. Records.

And making Jo shut
down the Eureka museum.

And having me and
Henry dig up this place.

Allison: They're all windows
into Eureka's past.

Windows Thorne
seems to want shut.

Let's find out why.

Focus on our constituents. No
swag for seniors. We're on a budget.

Hey, Kylie, look, about earlier.

You mean when you sold me out?

You made a second sun.

You told me to take the lead.
I was being nice.

Like all politicians, you'll say
whatever it takes to get what you want.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have work to do.

The radiogenic detection field
reads negative forfusion products.

That good or bad?

It means we're
not being irradiated.

Rats.

Oh no, that's definitely
a good thing, Carter.

No, I mean, literally. Rats.

You got something
you want to say?

No. Okay, come on.

Henry said that the second sun
was getting fuel from somewhere.

Is it down here? Well,
if it is, I'm not finding it.

I can't believe this place has
been under us all these years.

It's like a door
into Eureka's past.

Here it is.

Zane: Hey! That's the door
we saw in the security photos.

All right, let's unlock it.

My specialty.

Carter: So, how long
do you need?

Zane: This long.

These old school
locks are no match

for a 20 zettahertz processor.

Okay. This is a bit
of a letdown.

Why order a thermal
cleaning of an empty room?

Good point.
Maybe it wasn't always empty.

Can I see, uh, the
light scanner thingy?

One biotelemetric
dispersion scanner. Here.

Okay. Yes. Coming up.

This baby reads patterns of movement
left behind by organic materials.

So, let's see
who's been in here.

Look at that.

The dust layer means
that these prints are old.

But these high heels
are definitely new.

So are the military boots.

Looks like they
were moving stuff out.

Mmm-hmm. Like what?

Like them. Oh, my
god. Are those...

Zane: Bodies?
Carter, hand me the scanner.

These bodies were removed
in the last 24 hours.

We have to find
out who they were

and what they
were doing down here.

And why Thorne was
trying to hide them.

This facility is classified and
scheduled for thermal cleaning.

Yet here you are violating
direct orders. Eva...

I'd except this kind of
insubordination from you, sheriff.

Thank you. But from you two...

I've always had a bit of
trouble with authority.

As far as I'm concerned, this
just became an active crime scene.

Oh, this is out of your
jurisdiction, sheriff.

I'd be happy to have the
dod. Remind you of that.

And I'd be happy
to tell them why.

Are you trying to bluff me?

No, he's not because
he's leaving. We all are.

No, actually. We're not.

Carter, we crossed the line.
Let's not make it any worse.

You sure about this?

Sorry.

Okay.

Guard 1: Okay, sheriff.

Guard 2: All right.
Let me have it, son.

Zane: I can't believe
Allison backed down.

Carter: Yeah, me neither.
Now Thorne has all the evidence.

I wouldn't say all the evidence.

I yanked the data chip from the dispersion
scanner before they took my stuff.

We can see images of
everything we scanned.

Nice.

That's definitely not good.

Really?

Well, based on my initial data, it
should've burned itself out hours ago.

That doesn't look
like it's burning out.

It looks like
it's getting hotter.

I'm melting. It's midnight
and 110 in the shade.

People are getting pretty testy.

Yeah, me included.

It reminds me of
tornado weather.

I have a really bad
feeling about this.

Well, um, just keep everybody
calm and preferably indoors.

Jo: Roger that.

Kylie is gathering atmospheric
data. I should know something soon.

All right.
Zane's working on it too.

And in the meantime, Thorne's
wiping out any evidence

that connects her
to these bodies.

Any idea who they were?

I'm getting
conflicting information.

How so?

From the surveillance photos,

their approximate age is
somewhere between 35 and 45

when they entered
the room in 1939.

All right. With you so far.

The organic
residue that you scanned

establishes that
they also died in 1939.

So they've been buried
there for 70 years?

Yeah, well, here's
the really puzzling thing.

Common sense says they
were around 40 when they died.

But based on these readings, their
biological age is somewhere around 80.

I want someone posted
outside that facility at all times.

Nobody comes in until
after the thermal cleaning.

Let's get the bodies
ready for transport.

Transport? To where?

I'm afraid that's classified information,
Allison, as is everything in this room.

And I'd really appreciate it
if you leave now.

You said that you
considered us to be friends.

I do too.

So, why don't you just
tell me who those men are?

I know what it looks like from where
you stand, but it's not what you think.

These were good men who
gave their lives for this town.

And it could've been prevented.

You make it sound
as if you knew them.

It's time for you to go now.

Why are you doing this?

Because I have to.

Dr. Deacon, there's something I
think you're really gonna want to see.

Well, please tell me
you didn't make another sun.

No, I've been trying to figure
out how to extinguish the first one.

You mean the second one.

Semantics? Really, sheriff?

Could we just... what?

Kylie, what did you find?

Well, I've been doing
readings all over town

and the upper air is saturated
with excess hydrogen.

Is that bad?

Well, not by itself. But
mixed with Kylie's project,

hydrogen could cause
a whopping fusion reaction.

Well, how whopping
are we talking?

Well, depending on the source
and how much is left, big.

Look, I don't know where this hydrogen is
coming from, but I promise I didn't do it.

That's okay.

I have a pretty
good idea who did.

There's no way my
clouds caused this.

Well, it's not the clouds
themselves. It's what's inside of them.

It's a whole lot
of hydrogen, right?

Well, not that much. Maybe 1,000 liters
at standard temperature and pressure.

Well, you've been outside.
It's plenty.

How was I supposed to
know someone'd be creating

a stellar fusion reaction
in their club house?

Hello. You live in Eureka.

I guess this means I won't
be getting your endorsement.

Well, let's just
stick to the problem.

Is this how you deliver
the nanos to make your clouds?

Yep. A single stage booster that fuels the
cold accelerant mixer for better saturation

and heat dispersion. Nice.

We gotta fix this.
Can you reverse it?

You mean exsanguinate the excess
hydrogen from Eureka's lower atmosphere?

Yes. No.

I mean, I can make
any shape you want,

but once the clouds have seeded,
natural hydration processes take over.

I say we enjoy the extra
sunlight while we can.

It'll burn itself
out soon enough.

You were saying?

Zane: It should've
extinguished itself, but it didn't.

That's because Kylie's sun, ingenious
though it is, has evolved from a dwarf star

and is developing
into a red super giant.

Uh, which means? Instead of
burning out, it's blowing up big time.

Not my fault entirely.

And it's not stopping there. The
sun flares are just the beginning.

And we only have a few
hours before it goes critical.

Okay, what are our options?

If we can get close enough
to launch a dispersion module,

a concentration of iron atoms
fired directly into the sun's core

should cause it to implode.

And imploding's a good thing?

Yes. Once the sun's incapable of
fusion reaction, then we'll all be safe.

What if it doesn't work?

We all get front row seats to a
supernova way bigger than Hiroshima.

And Eureka becomes
a mile-deep crater.

That's too risky. We
need to evacuate now.

Jo's already started.

But this is also the most advanced
research complex on the planet,

and we have an opportunity
to save it.

And I'm already developing a
compound to trigger the implosion.

And I'm working on
a delivery system.

Towns can be rebuilt.
People can't.

Which is why we're
evacuating the people

while we're trying to save
the town. We're multitasking.

Sheriff, you might be comfortable
risking lives, but I'm not.

Make sure everybody gets
out while there's still time.

Eva, we have a chance to
save decades of research.

That wasn't a request.

It's like she wants to see
the place go up in flames.

I think she might.

Well, what now?

Let's go, people! Move! Move!
Shuttles are waiting outside.

Let's go!

You know, Jo,
after the election,

we'll have quite the
influence around here.

Maybe I can up your pay grade.

Don't make me use the stun gun.

You heard her, Fargo. Keep
moving. Everybody move.

But we're just making sure his
constituents are safely away first.

How come you two aren't
drenched like the rest of us?

Oh, a worthy candidate is
always cool under pressure, sheriff.

And it's classified.

However, I could be convinced to share
my secret for, say, your endorsement.

This is mine. Both of
you on the bus. Go. Go!

Everybody move! Keep going!

Sounds like we're using
sunscreen to beat injustice.

Just smile and look pretty.

20, what are you doing? You
gotta go. Guys, please leave, please.

Not yet. Latest election polls only
show Lucas down by two points.

Lucas, you want to score
points with the voters

or with your
girlfriend's old man?

No contest, sir.

Hey!

That'll work.

Vote Lucas!

All right, everybody's
cleared out. Any luck?

We're locked and loaded,
sheriff.

X.r.t. Online and ready.

It'll take two people to get the
module in position for launch.

I can do that on my own.

No. I'll go with you.
I know this baby best.

Okay. All right. You three
get to an evacuation site.

And, Kylie, nice work. Thanks.

Be careful. Thanks.

Hey, could you keep
an eye on Lex and Zoe?

Of course.
Just come back safely.

Thanks.

Allison: All right, we're at
a safe distance from town.

We can move everyone
quickly if we need to,

but with ten evac
camps for 2,600 people.

Things are gonna get crowded.
How are you feeling?

I just wish someone would
do something about the heat.

I hear your pain.

This town needs a mayor who can
be cool in a crisis. And if I'm elected,

I promise I won't sleep until
darkness falls again on Eureka.

Oh, please.

You don't need
stale campaign promises.

You need ideas that are fresh as
baked bread, which, by the way,

Vincent also
provides twice daily.

Say no to half-baked science and
over-baked bread. Lucas is your man.

He can't bake his
way out of a paper bag.

Oh, yeah, like cloud
maker's a real job.

What is wrong with all of you?

Eureka was founded to
protect the greater good.

You're worried about votes.

You should be
worried about lives.

You cannot be a leader if
there is no town to lead.

So I suggest you get
your priorities straight.

That was beautiful.

Having fun yet?

Oh yeah, 'cause driving
headlong into a fiery death

is everybody's idea
of a good time.

Sometimes I think it's his.

Carter, could we have a minute?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Jo, youte supposed to be miles
away at an evac camp by now.

Wow!

I should risk my
life more often.

I'd prefer you didn't.

Come on, Josefina, don't
go all serious on me now.

It's too late.

Sheriff.

I thought we agreed to evacuate.

We did. So what are
you still doing here?

None of your business.
Don't play games.

I'm not. I think Zane's device
is going to work. Probably.

If you don't die first.

That is part of the job.

And the men in that
bunker would know that.

Sheriff, whatever it
is you think you know

about what you found
or about me, it's wrong.

Maybe.

But I'm just getting started.

You know, if there's one
thing I've learned in life,

is that nobody should be left
behind, no matter what the reason.

And that includes you.

Ms. Thorne, I'm duty bound
to enforce this evacuation.

Jo, make sure she
gets out of town safely.

And no, that's not a request.

Carter: That looks pretty bad.
You sure the rocket can handle it?

Zane: An untested delivery system
aimed at an out of control mini sun.

What could go wrong?

Ready?

Ten, nine, eight,

seven...

It's fried.

I'll call Allison.

Okay, Carter, what's wrong?

It's Zane's module.
The electronics are fried.

Do you have any
spares lying around?

Okay, g.D. Has plenty of
short range booster assemblies.

We just need to adapt them
to the x.R.T.'S specifications.

We'll never make
it back in time.

There is another way.

Dr. Herrera's
hydrogen seeding device.

It uses similar
boosters to the x.R.T.

But my greenhouse is
too close to that sun.

And there's no way they'll
ever survive the heat.

Well, hold on. Maybe there is.

Allison: What are you thinking?

Well, like Fargo said earlier. We
just need to stay cool under pressure.

Zane: I've been working on this
heat protection formula for weeks.

Sure that'll work?

It's a prototype.

But it's over engineered to respond
to increased body heat and adrenaline.

Well, we're taking on a supernova
so we should have plenty of both.

Zane: All you gotta do
is slather it on.

We should have a good 10, maybe
15 minutes before we combust.

Fantastic.

Carter: It's getting worse.

Then why are you slowing down?

I'm not.
You smell burning rubber?

We're gonna have to run for it.

Dude, it's like two
zillion degrees out there.

Okay, I'm game.

You do anything normal for fun?

I play a wicked game of yahtzee.

Put that gel on thick if
you know what's good for you.

You ready?

Zane: I feel like
a lobster in here.

Temp's climbing. If
we stay long, we'll boil.

Find that rocket.

It might help if I
could see anything.

Carter: Keep looking!

Got it! Got it!

Zane! Zane!

Yep! Right!

Carter?

No. This way.

And...

Set.

Zane!

I know. I know. We only get one
shot at this. I don't want to miss.

Using GPS to target?

I was gonna eyeball it.

Oh, stellar.

Uh, Carter, whatever
happens, it's been fun.

No, it hasn't. Push the button.

Take a look at that, huh?

That is quite a sunset.

Thorne: So you managed
to pull it off.

You sound disappointed.

Someone canceled the
thermal cleaning. I wonder who.

You may have the
backing of the dod,

but these people
still work for me.

And you work for me. Not without
an explanation. Those bodies...

Are my concern.

You're asking me to trust you,
but you're giving me nothing.

Well, I'll give you some advice.

History has a way of haunting
you no matter how far you run.

This is part of mine and I'm putting
it to rest, so you stay out of my way.

Listen, um, whoever wins, it
was nice doing battle with you.

After all this, I don't even
care who wins anymore.

Yeah. As long as one
of us buries that guy.

Amen to that.

Hey, partner.
Thanks for the save.

Fiery death not
popular with voters.

Icausedit it's the
least I could do.

Right, it was my fault too. I
got so caught up in everything

when I should've
been helping you.

I'm sorry. This time I'll
make it up to you. This time?

Well, we have to
make a new model.

And someone should make sure
I don't destroy the universe.

So, partners?

Glad to see you're okay.

Me too.

Look, about before...

It's cool, Jo. It was a crisis.

You were caught
up in the moment.

No, I wasn't.

Woman: Sheriff, thank you.

Carter: You're welcome.

Woman: Thank you so much!
Way to go, sheriff.

So, how's the... um...

Itchy. Hmm.

Hope that
means it's healing well.

Listen, what

you and Zane did was a brave,

mythic...

Maybe selfish. I'm growing
attached to the town.

Well, this town, you know, is
fortunate to have you to protect it.

Well, I'm just doing my job.

And, um, Thorne?

I'm working on it.

May I have your attention,
please? Excuse me. Excuse me.

Everyone, can I have your
attention, please? Everyone.

Hello!

Quiet!

Thank you. Okay.

All the ballots are in.
It was a very close race.

But after a late night
surge at the polling booths,

our new mayor elect is...

Mr. Henry Deacon.

Yes! Seriously?

No. No, wait. Wait. I mean,
I wasn't even on the ballot.

I kind of started
a write—in campaign.

And, uh, someone gave you
their official endorsement.

You're welcome.

I don't know what to say.

Say that you'll take the job because
Zoe's boyfriend is the runner up.

Clearly this is a surprise. I'm not
one for making campaign promises.

But, I will say this.

What makes Eureka special
is not the idea! Behind it,

butyou. This community.

This family that I'm very
proud to be a part of.

And it's this family

that I promise to protect

no matter what.

Thank you.

See. Sometimes
the system does work.