All language subtitles for Eureka S4 E05

Carter: It was just
a normal day in Eureka.

Day's not over yet.

Yeah. Like that was
going to last.

Hello, 1947.
Confused? Let me clarify.

The five of us got
transported back in time

through some wormhole thingy
thanks to the bridge device.

We eventually found
our way back home,

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

Henry? Married.

Zane and Jo? Never dated.

But Jo's in charge
of 6d. Security.

Kevin? Different,
much to Allison's surprise.

And Fargo?
Head of global dynamics,

much to everyone's surprise.

Oh, and Dr. Old spice hitched a
ride with us back to the present,

but there's one crappy rule.

We can't tell anyone.

If people ever found out
about our trip, there'd be trouble.

And I finally kissed Allison,
63 years ago.

But, of course, Dr. Charles
Grant had to get in the way.

I promise you we will get you
back where you belong. Lickety—split.

Until then, Dr. Blake, would
you care for some cotton candy?

Allie. No, no, no...

Oh, and let's not forget.

Grant: The bridge device?

We cannot rebuild the
bridge back to your time,

and even if we could, it would
be potentially catastrophic.

Yeah. That's never good.

But that's Eureka for you.
Same town, big changes.

And what's surprising
is that she hogs the TV.

Lupo can watch three
reality shows simultaneously.

Last night she had Sarah voting for
the guy with the eye patch all night long.

Ooh... eye patches are
sexy. Missing the point.

So are you. I think
you like the company.

No, I don't...
Maybe... don't tell Jo.

Your secret's safe with me.

Thank you.

So, did I tell you that Jenna
is stacking blocks? No!

Look, I know that gross motor development
outpaces fine motor at this age,

but I'm pretty sure that
she's gifted. Clearly.

Decaf for you, and a double
Espresso for Charles. Tell him I said hi.

Thank you.

Coffee for him?
For Dr. Nice gams?

Stop it. He's quitting smoking. I
thought this would take the edge off.

Hmm. And I get to test
g.D.'S latest nicotine therapy.

Oh, does that involve immense
pain and suffering 'cause...

Would you be nice? He's not
so bad once you get to know him.

Ah... and I do have nice gams.

Oh, like I don't know that.

You... you do.

Hey, Jack. What's wrong?

Umm... I kissed Allison.

What? When?

Sixty years ago before
we came back, and it just...

And now old spice is here with his stupid
hats and his "oh, smoking's so cool."

And it's just gotten
a bit... complicated.

So, how's grace?

She's coming back from the conference today.
I just wish I could tell her the truth.

Yeah. I know. But
we can't. I know.

Protocols. I know.

I mean, but she then gets stuck holding
on to a past with me that no longer exists.

Meanwhile, I'm beginning to feel
like there's no future without her.

Hey, what are you doing?
Where are you going?

Just doing a little
thing called my job.

Okay, well, she's near,
so, got to look our best.

Never do that!

Sorry, just want everything
to be perfect for our vip.

Vip?

Fargo: The welcome wagon
should have been set up by now.

All right, listen I got
to... thanks. Yeah.

Here.

Breakfast croissants and muffins
to go, Fargo. Savory and sweet.

Ah, just like our vip.

Fargo, this isn't the
bachelor, you know.

Yeah, says you.

Muffins, sweet...
Oh, cut me some slack.

Fargo: She's here?

What's up, bnches?

Claudia Donovan, she's from
warehouse 13. So...

This isn't going to end well.

Oh, wow, snacks.

It's just how we greet everybody.
Come on. Meet the troops.

On the end is... Jo, right?

Yeah, Doug said you were a
major babe who kicks major ass.

Did he?

Donovan?

Donovan. Coincidence?

There's no such
thing, sweetheart.

Ah, Jo, can you escort
Zane back to his hole?

Oh, whatever.

And you must be the
infamous sheriff Carter.

How'd you know?

Something sheriff—y
about you. Yeah.

So, director Doug,
where's my goo?

Oh, I upgraded the warehouse
computers to class seven standards

and I figured I could
enhance the goo, too.

Just so you know,
that doesn't sound right.

No, no, no. It's neutralizing insulation
to protect the artifacts during transport.

I whipped up a sample
batch using alkalizing agents.

That's very nice of you.
Nice to meet you and welcome.

Yeah, we really can't
wait to try it out.

And thank you for the
welcome wagon. Jeez.

I've got our whole day planned.

First off, a tour of global dynamics
while they pack up your truck

and I got Larry to cut together
an imax film on the history of g.D.

Sweet. Got any flying cars?

Yeah.

Henry: Charles?

Charles, cigarette smoke and
asthma just don't mix.

It's okay. Idont have asthma.

Charles. I do.

I had no idea. It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

Old habits die hard.
You got that covered?

Yeah. This is the last one.
The core is almost ready.

Be careful with that. You know
that's the last transistor from '47.

Yeah.

Working at the
car wash, baby... oh, yeah...

Catching up with
musical trends, are we?

Oh, yeah. I'm really
digging the '70s.

Seventies musical scene is off
the hook, you know what I'm saying?

Who'd have thunk it?

Well, I'm full of
surprises. Apparently.

All right. Are we ready
for an engine test?

Yeah.

Excited?

A little nervous. I know I
can't use the bridge to go back,

but there's something poetic about using a
relic from the past to explore the future.

Now, understanding
the nature of wormholes

is going to lead to
new forms of space travel.

This is a first step.

Well, here's to innovation.

Ready? Uh—huh.

Here we go. One, two, three.

Ah! Yes!

Well, it's only an
engine test but it's a start.

Yeah.

Grace: Hey, sounds like a party.

Hey.

Hey.

Missed you. I missed you too.

Welcome back, Dr. Monroe.

Why don't I give you two a
moment? Well, actually I don't...

Thanks, Charles and
shut the door.

So, let's try this
again. Hi. Hi.

Oh, god, it has been far too
long since we danced together.

I forgot how good you are.
You're pretty good yourself.

Mmm... so, did you miss me?

Quite a lot, actually.

You want to show me how much?

So, how was the conference?

That's it? Henry... Henry.

Not to be... indelicate,
but it's been weeks.

And in case you haven't
noticed, I am quite the catch.

I've noticed, and it's just that
I'm in the middle of this...

I've got this thing. Tease.

No, I mean with Charles.
No, I don't mean with Charles.

I mean I'm in the middle
of this thing.

And we're going
to be done soon...

And then maybe you
and I, you know... soon...

Wait... welcome home.

Wow. Nice office.

Don't make me call
Martha to put that thing out.

It's my last one. Have a heart.

Well, finish up.
It's quitting time.

Such a sensual ritual.

The wispy curl of smoke. The
rich scent of Virginia tobacco.

Oh, emphysema,
heart disease, cancer.

You doctor types really got a way of
sucking the fun out of life, you know that?

Well, these things will suck
the life out of you if you don't quit.

Got to start thinking
about your future.

You're right.

And from where I'm sitting,
it's looking pretty inviting.

So, up next we'll take a peek at the
robotics lab. You can meet deputy Andy.

He just got his face re—skinned.
He's got a whole new look.

You built a real
Terminator? Nice.

Claudia, they're
loading your truck now.

Thanks, Jo, but no
need to rush our guest.

Are you enjoying the tour?

Yeah. The nanotech lab was impressive, the
underground biosphere was off the chart.

But, I don't know.

This is Eureka, right? I was kind of
hoping to see something insanely weird.

Oh, consider yourself lucky.

Go! Go!

Carter: All right! Everyone
off the floor! Go! Move!

Now, that's more like it.

I planned everything
so perfectly.

Yeah, because that
usually works out for you.

So, what's up with
shennood forest?

They are sequoia sempervirens,
redwoods. Indigenous to Eureka.

But inside infused
to the building.

Well, not exactly. I mean,
if you look at the damage,

you'll see that they actually
displaced the floor and the ceiling.

I've never seen
anything like it.

One day of getting to look like I know what
I'm doing. Was that too much to ask for?

Evidently.

This is so cool. Uno, you
reinforced g.D. With tungsten?

That's one of the
strongest metals ever.

Dos, the trees punched right
through it. I mean, how crazy is that?

Should she be seeing this?

She signed a
non—disclosure statement.

Yeah, you can trust me.
I was a camp fire girl.

Please tell me you
kept the uniform.

For posterity, you
know, memories.

Anyhoo, I scanned the trees for transient
radiation, you know, just for kicks.

If you guys want, I mean, I could
stick around, help analyze the results.

I love that idea. I mean, that
would be really helpful, right?

Well, as a matter of fact, I was going
to suggest the same thing. So, shall we?

Apres vous.

She's awesome, isn't she?

Little shy though, needs
to come out of her shell.

Allison: Relax.
It'll be over in a second.

What is this torture device?

Automated transdermal patch.

It injects a steady
stream of nanobots.

They'll purge the nicotine
from your bloodstream.

That's amazing. So, I can carry on
smoking and they'll scrub me clean.

I like the sound of this plan.

Oh! What the...

Did I mention that the patch has a
negative reinforcement response?

No. No, you left that part out.

I'm sorry.

Well, you can make it up
to me. Say, over drinks?

Seems like you're trading
one vice for another.

Oh, trust me, I got an endless supply
of vices for you to cure, Dr. Blake.

Well, I'll think about
it. You're all set.

Well, at least
the trees are healthy.

If you can call being uprooted
from your stable environment healthy.

Well, maybe we should give
them some nitrogen and potassium

to ease the shock
of the transplant.

I wasn't talking
about the trees.

We have a problem, Henry.

I know.

Okay, well, if you talk to
me then maybe I could help.

All right. I am...

Carter: Henry!
Claudia found something!

Just did a little research.
Learned a ton about the local flora.

Specifically, ring patterns.

Dendrology, Jack, I mean who
would have known?

Tree rings? It's third grade.
I do know things, you know?

Like how when there's a fire or a
drought, trees don't grow as fast.

And they produce a narrow band.

Right. So, check this out. The
mount St. helens eruption, 1980,

covered this whole region in ash.
That should have produced a black ring.

Hmm. But it's not there. And
none of the trees inside have it.

So, I'm thinking
we compare these scans

with the trees outside,
see what that tells us.

Okay. I'll go with you.

Oh, it's Artie. I'll tell
him we're on a case.

Claudia: Hey, Artie...
Okay... calm down!

Okay, Jack, I can't stand it
anymore. What's going on?

With? Henry.

Can you be more specific?

He won't talk to me.

He's avoiding being alone together,
and it's been weeks since we've...

Gotcha. Gotcha. I think
that he's got a lot on his mind.

I know. You're his best friend,
but you're my friend too, right?

Of course I am. Is
there someone else?

What? No!

No, that's the last thing
you have to worry about.

Okay, well then, I don't
know what changed.

I mean we used to
be partners and...

I just want my husband back.

Yeah.

One banana—blueberry—soy—
Wheatgrass—whey—protei n smoothie to go.

Thank you. You're welcome.

That lunch?

Yeah, it's the perfect meal.

Chlorophyll, amino acids,
minerals and enzymes.

You look like you could use one.

Like a hole in the head.

Call me old fashioned, but I
prefer to eat my food, not drink it.

Hey, Vinnie, can I get a steak,

potatoes, eggs, buflen
two fingers of scotch?

A man's order
if ever there was one.

Cholesterol, starch,
salt and liquor.

You'll be dead before dessert.

Dessert. Coconut cream pie.

Done and done.

No wonder the life expectancy of
men your age was 20 years shorter.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
you're telling me

everything that makes life
worth living is going to kill you.

Pretty much.

I can't take this.
I need a smoke.

You can't light up in here.

It's worth the pain.

Second hand smoke is terrible...

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

She said something about secondhand
smoke and then she doubled over.

All right, let's see
what we have here.

Listen, I still think it's
got something to do with

that swill she was drinking.

They called it a smoothie.

I don't think it was a smoothie.

Look.

Is that a bullet?

Yes, it's a bullet. Prep her for surgery.
Assistant: Right away, doctor.

Wait a minute. Jo's been shot?

Hey, how's she doing?

She'll be home with you
soon watching reality TV.

In that case, maybe you want to keep
her for a couple more days, do some tests.

You know, she was...
She was really lucky.

The bullet was huge and
only centimeters from her heart.

Here, look. This is the bullet
that was found inside of Jo

complete with casing.

It wasn't even fired.

You can't even get shot in
a normal way around here.

I have no idea
where it came from.

Oh, so like the
trees in the rotunda.

Yeah, who knows what other
disasters are waiting to just appear.

Sorry.

What?

Claudia got the test results.

Tell Jo I'll be back. Okay.

Henry tested
the trees outside of g.D.

They all showed the same
mount St. helens rain pattern.

So, random redwoods
and unfired bullets.

In my world
this reeks of artifact.

Everything in Eureka can
be explained with science.

Whether that's anger
rays or red elves.

Now you're speaking my lingo.

All right, what
about teleportation?

Teleportation research has been
banned since the Stockholm treaty.

Well, sort of, technically.

Technically?

Dr. Lisa Wheeler,
particle physics.

She's the head of our quantum
particle entanglement research program.

Fancy way of saying
teleportation. Thank you.

Her performance review is
scheduled for later this month.

Wow.

Degrees from Yale and Columbia
by age 23. This chick is sick.

Well, if she's up for review,
maybe she pushed too hard.

The plot thickens.
So, where's the perp?

What are you...

I heard what happened, and
for the record, it wasn't me.

Okay.

Yeah, and the sky
cruiser's almost done,

so you can stop walking by
my lab, like, 10 times a day.

So passive aggressive.

Anyway, I thought you could
use something to pass the time.

Thanks.

Yeah.

And I'm passive aggressive.

Hey. Hey.

Brought you a souvenir.

Whoa.

That's a .50—caliber
Browning aviation tracer.

Yeah, I had to check the
military database to find that out.

They use them in fighter planes.

Yeah. Collectors
would go nuts for this.

Why? They still make them.

Yeah, but they stopped
painting the tip in the 1950s.

How did this end up in my chest?

That's her. Oh, sweet.

Want me to get my electro—cuffs?
I can be a great bad cop.

We don't really do
good cop, bad cop.

Oh, you play it straight.
That's classy.

Uh, Dr. Wheeler?

Yes, sheriff?

Hi. I want to talk to you about
the trees that appeared in g.D.

I had nothing to do with that.

Oh, paranoid and an
expert on teleportation.

Suspicious.

Why don't you get a muffin?

Sorry. Continue.

And it's not teleportation.

It's quantum particle
entanglement.

Well, making things move by
zapping. Same thing.

Listen, I'd be ecstatic if I had
done any of that to those trees,

but all my test trials failed.

I can't even teleport
this croissant.

If I had a nickel.

Everybody out!

Go! Go! Out!
Claudia: Dr. Wheeler, come on.

Out! Out!

Everybody go! Go!

Is this an earthquake?

We should be so lucky.

Okay.

Well, that's a new one.

Claudia: That is fully awesome.

I've seen this plane before.

This isn't the result of
quantum particle entanglement.

The plane would have fused
with the matter in the building.

This displaced it.

Yeah. There's a lot of that
going around. What's causing it?

But it looks to me like someone's
fooling around with wormholes,

so this better not show up
in my performance review.

This is, like,
warehouse—issue vintage.

I wonder when this was built.

I'm guessing the 1940s.

I have the microfracture
results from the plane.

It's almost new.

P—38s haven't been
manufactured since world war ii.

Dr. Wheeler mentioned wormholes.

Which means it's possible these things
are moving through time and space.

We could be talking
about time travel.

If that's true, we're
going to need to do some more research.

You want to hit the field?

Henry: As a matter of fact,
we really could use your help.

I didn't have enough time to do
a thorough search on the surges.

No stone left unturned.

Field work? I'm your girl.

Henry: Uh—huh.

Our vip should have an escort. You
know, the buddy system, just to be safe.

That's sweet, Doug. You drive.

Fargo: Oh, and don't worry
about the rain, it'll pass. Thanks.

Any unusual radiation
signatures?

Nothing yet.

So, how's the computer upgrade
working at the warehouse?

Not too shabby. It's
only crashed twice. Oh...

I'm kidding. You've made
my life way easier, fargonator.

Can I use that?

Knock yourself out.

So, how's Todd?

I wouldn't know. We broke up.

Really? That's unfortunate.

Got something. Check it out.

Come on.

Carter: Claudia's a smart kid.

Yeah, too smart.

This stuff's coming
through from 1947.

Yeah, well, my scanner picked up
an unusual surge of exotic particles.

Exotic sounds bad.

Well, they traveled faster
than the speed of light.

As in breaking the time barrier.

Wait, I thought the
Einstein bridge was doa.

It is. But Charles and I
reconstructed the core

to see if it would work
for other applications.

What? Did you need a new
toaster? Why'd you do that?

Not for time travel,
but to research wormholes,

and we only activated it
for a couple seconds.

Barely got a spark
out of the core.

Okay. Okay. Could the wormhole
have been reopened by it?

If it was unstable.
Maybe it's possible.

And what if we can't stop it?

1947 and 2010 collapse
into each other,

the past and the present
as we know it cease to exist.

All of this, gone.

Great.

You guys had to mess
with it. You had to turn it on.

We weren't messing with
anything. We were experimenting.

That's what scientists do,
you know, they experiment.

Well, next time could you experiment with
something less potentially world—ending?

It doesn't have
that kind of power.

Look, it's not even turned on.

Are you all right?

I thought that quitting smoking
was meant to make you feel better.

I never felt worse in my life.

You know how you're gonna feel when you
get squashed by two colliding timelines?

What's causing this?

I think it could be a quantum
chromodynamic confinement anomaly.

You're just stringing
words together.

What he means is if certain
exotic particles were separated

and then pulled
through a wormhole,

they would still have a
massive attraction to each other.

Like a giant magnet.

Literally tearing things apart
on a quantum level.

Well, the magnet was strong
enough to pull a plane into cafe diem.

Wait, cafe diem is built next to
where the airfield was back in '47.

The objects are tied
to location.

Henry: But drawn by the magnet.

All right, well we need to see
a map of Eureka circa 1947.

Lucky I know the town historian.

After you.

Sorry about Todd.

Whatever. Obviously
not the right guy for me.

I swear I just saw
a radiation surge right here.

Well, another one
will come along.

I mean radiation surges.

We got a live one.

Do you feel that?
Something's coming.

Damn.

Nada.

"Camp Eureka. Authorized
personnel only. No trespassing."

What? That's it?

I came to Eureka and all I
got was this stupid fence?

"Protected by minefield."

As in landmines?

Claudia, wait!

Uh—oh.

Henry: The red dots are
our anomalies.

See, cafe diem, right next to
where the airfield used to be.

P—38 fighters, ammunition.

The unfired bullet in Jo.

And drums of diesel fuel
were reported there.

Yeah. Former site
of the motor pool.

And there's g.D., used
to be built on a forest.

There's your trees.

If camp Eureka is somehow
crossing over into 2010,

airplanes and bullets
are the least of our worries.

Collapsing timelines
aren't pretty.

Are you okay?

Yeah, just, I need some air.

Something's not right.

Maybe my nicotine nanobots
are malfunctioning.

You said this attraction thing could
pull things apart on a quantum level.

What would it do to a person?

Well, it would do the same
thing. It would tear them apart

from the inside out
one molecule at a time.

I think I know what's going on.

Guess we found our magnet.

Don't move.

Oh, no.

Foot cramp.

You need more potassium
in your diet.

I have a low arch and the cramp usually
goes away when I wiggle my big toe.

Don't wiggle! Minefield!

Sorry. I didn't realize you
were the minefield police.

Not that I'm complaining,
but why hasn't it gone boom?

Vvhoever designed it
used a double tap fuse.

If you lift your leg, the detonator
will be cut from the circuit

that activates the fuse.

Then boom.

Okay. Calling 911.

No, no, no! No cell phones.

A 40 megahertz signal
could excite the lead azide

in the old—style
detonator and then...

Boom! Claudia smoothie! Okay.

What do we do now?

Come on, you're the head of g.D.

You work at warehouse 13.

I do inventory,
not bomb disposal.

What do you think my job is?

The hurt locker?

Wait a sec.

Your scanner, that's encased
in aluminum alloy, right?

Yeah. This and the printed
circuit board from your PDA.

We can make a null
pulse inducer to delay

the trigger signal
in the landmine!

Geek talk. So hot.

Carter: We're getting
more reports.

We've got a ouonset hut
at lake Archimedes

and a munitions bunker
in Tesla high school gym.

And he's getting worse.

The exotic particles
are spreading like cancer.

It's probably been
happening since he got here.

Testing the core just pulled a
thread and it unraveled everything.

How do we stop it from
unraveling?

We need to figure out a way
to purge the exotic particles

from his body
before it kills him.

Automated voice: Scan complete.

Correct me if I'm
wrong, but, even if I die

my body remains attractive, no?

Yes. And unless we find a cure,
you'll keep pulling objects from 1947.

We need to neutralize you
against those objects

so that they'll snap back
to where they belong.

Wait a minute, can't we
just dip him in Fargo's goo?

I'd rather die.

Okay, but it is supposed to
neutralize unstable objects.

Dipping wouldn't do it. We'd
have to transfuse his entire body.

It could break the subatomic
bonds in his cells.

Theoretically, the exotic particles would
then travel back to their proper time.

Except for Charles.

You would stay here for good.

Well, no plan's perfect.

Tell me that's not
what I think it is.

That's one of our first
intercontinental nuclear missiles.

Thanks for the tip.

Another surge could detonate it.

Grant: We can't wait any longer.

I'm ready.

Almost done.

Let's hope the null pulse inducer
delays the signals in the trigger.

How long are we going to have?

If we're lucky,
maybe three seconds.

That's lucky?

Claudia, you can do this.

You're cute when
you get all heroic.

Okay, I'm going to
count to three.

Well, how come you get to count?

I'm the one standing on a mine.

Yeah, well, I'm going to
be pulling you towards me

and I have the gravitational
advantage so, one...

One, two, three!

Well, that was easy.

Gee, thanks.

Uh—oh.

This is awkward.

Allison: I've infused the iv
solution with Fargo's goo.

See? Not so bad.

You hang in there, okay?

The solution should start to neutralize
the exotic particles any second now.

Yeah.

Hey. Carter: What
do you think you're doing?

Well, I'd tell you not to, but I think
I know you better than that by now.

More objects keep coming through
and we detected an explosion right here.

That's where we sent
Fargo and Claudia.

That used to be a minefield.

Of course.

Do you have a mine
sweeper in the weapon rank?

No, no. We have an infrasonic diffuser.
It's right next to the plasma detonator.

Carter! Yeah?

Do not get them confused. Right.

Allison: The exotic particles
are multiplying.

The infusion isn't working.
We have to raise the levels.

No, it might kill him!

If we stop the infusion, the
time collapse will continue.

We have to take the risk.
I'm increasing the volume.

Looks like I picked the
wrong day to quit smoking.

The anomalies are tied to him
and both are getting worse.

Henry: We're running out
of time and options!

Allison: Henry, wait a minute.

The transdermal patch.

The nanobots are programmed to
remove the nicotine from his blood cells.

It's a long shot, but maybe I
can reprogram the nanobots

to purge the exotic
particles instead.

Well, let's hurry.
A long shot's all we have.

Allison: Charles?

This really isn't how I
pictured things going.

Yeah. I kind of imagined a
swanky hotel at comic—con.

What? No, I meant dying.

You know, even if we keep
still until someone finds us,

if there's another temporal
disturbance it might set off all the mines.

I guess up until now,
Eureka was pretty cool.

Well, if! Have to go
I guess this isn't so bad.

At least they'll say
we went out with a bang.

Carter: Fargo?

Oh, great timing, sheriff.

Don't move!

Both: Too late.

Doug kind of put
his head on a mine.

After I saved her
from standing on one.

Don't move.

Hey, sheriff, be careful.

Thanks.

Whoa!

You kids having fun?

The most.

How're you liking
that field work?

Claudia: What's it look like?

Looks hard.

Okay.

Pay attention.

This is an infrasonic diffuser.

That or a plasma detonator.
Pretty sure I got the right one.

Pretty sure?

I read the instructions. Twice.

I need to put this on the
mine where your head is.

But my head is where my head is.

This will help keep it that way.

That is so not comforting.

On my Mark, roll to your right.

His right or my right?

His.

Ready.

One, two...

Three!

How do you like Eureka now?

You're welcome.

I've rewritten the code
for the nanobots.

But will they remove the
exotic particles without

causing any subatomic toxicity?

Well, that's the
hypothesis, yes.

Well, that's not good enough.

We don't have
time to play it safe.

Here we go.

Henry: The nanobots are
locking onto the exotic particles.

Henry: Vital organs are
approaching critical failure

and the wormhole
is about to collapse.

Allison: His system
can't take much more.

We have to stop.

Don't you dare!

It's working.

That's wild.

Grant: So, I guess I picked the
right day to quit smoking after all.

We saved the world
in time for drinks.

You never give up, do you?

No, I don't.

Hey.

Hey.

What you doing?

Changing the belt.

I'll give you a hand
if you like.

No, I got it.

All right, here, here,
here. Come on, come on.

There we go.

I'm sorry I hurt you.

Whatever it is,

whatever you're going through,

I can't help you
if you won't let me in.

But I'll be here
when you're ready.

Hand me the wrench.

All right, that should do it.

I think you should
take it for a ride.

I will, but there's something
I'd rather do first.

Come on. Come on.

No. I said go home and rest.

No heavy lifting, I promise.

I'm just... just dotting
the I's, crossing the t's.

Making this transfer official.

Are you sure that sending the
bridge away was the right decision?

Definitely.

Hmm.

What's this?

That's a souvenir for
old time's sake.

You must miss home.

I'll always have
memories of those people.

This is my home now.

It's not a bad place
to settle down.

You know, it's growing on me.

Listen, doctor, you...

You saved my life.

That's not a debt
a man can easily repay.

At least let me buy you a drink.

Vincent makes
a spectacular sidecar.

One drink.

One? What, are we
going to share?

Fine. Say I pick you up
at about 8:00.

I'll meet you at 8:00.

Man on TV: Welcome back from
the break, ladies and gentlemen.

How about a big hand for
all our contestants?

Let's get them all
out here right now.

Cerveza?

Gracias.

You okay?

Yeah. Allison's having drinks
with Grant, so I'm a little...

Oh, he's charming and suave.

Oh, and he's got great hair.

Thanks for making me
feel better. That's awesome.

But he isn't you.

You know, there's something
about that guy I just don't like.

I don't trust him.

Well, then get off your ass
and do something about it.

Noted.

How about you and Zane?

I catch these glimpses
of who he used to be

and then they're gone.

Are we having girl talk?

No, we're having guy talk.

Semi—finals are on.

Eye patch guy made it to the
next round. You want to watch?

See, I think he's pitchy.

It's good to have you here.

Oh. You shouldn't have.

No, trust me, I should have.

But there's more.

I figured it was time to mothball
the Einstein bridge for good,

and I was hoping, maybe,
you could take it off our hands.

Uh, we store artifacts.

I mean, this thing doesn't
even work anymore.

Well, that could be
our little secret.

And plus, you could tell Artie
you bagged your first solo grab.

I like the way you think.

Plus, if things don't work
out at the warehouse,

we could always use
someone with your skills here.

I do have some
pull with the boss.

Thanks, Doug.

But I'm pretty attached
to the crew I have, so...

See you around, fargonator.