All language subtitles for Eureka.S04E11

Previously on Eureka

Jo, Fargo, Henry, Allison and I

were transported through
a wormhole back to 1947.

We returned
to a reality identical

to the one we left...
Well, almost identical.

Hey.

I was naive to think I could
just jump into this marriage.

We hit a bit of a...
Bit of a tough time...

For a while.
But it made us appreciate...

- What we have...
- Together.

Me marry you?
In what universe?

I'm over us.
I'm done.

You had my grandmother's
engagement ring.

Tell me what
we were to each other.

Nothing.

Then why didn't that feel
like a first kiss?

What's going on
with you and Allison?

Don't deny it.

We took the plunge.

I'm head over heels
in love with you.

And I have been
since the day we met.

Who invented
the bow tie anyway?

They originated
during the Prussian War.

The Croatian mercenaries
wore scarves around...

Um, you don't really care.

No, not... not unless
you know how to tie one.

Yeah.
Well, yikes.

Oh, hello, handsome men.

- Oh, hey.
- Hello.

Um, the bride needs you.

Pre-wedding jitters.

- You're kidding me.
- And I'd hurry.

The guests will be here soon.

Okay.

Vince...

She's in the powder room.

Thanks.

Hey, boss.

Uh, anything I can do
to help smooth things along?

Sit tight, Andy.
I got this one.

Okay.

I hear we're having
bridal issues.

Cold feet.

Seriously?

Well, don't look at me.

Talk to the bride.

S.A.R.A.H.,
you can't have cold feet.

You don't even have feet.

Technically, you're correct,
sheriff Carter,

but the impending ceremony
has hyper-stimulated

my anxiety programming.

Oh, this
is beyond ridiculous.

Listen, we have talked
about this.

Studying the interaction of
two emotionally enabled A.I.S.

is an incredible opportunity
for neurocomputing.

Think of what we can learn
about human relationships.

What... we can learn a lot
without me having to rent a tux.

- Come on.
- No, I don't want to talk to...

Please.
Please.

Please.

S.A.R.A.H., um...

Andy is a great guy.

And you two...

Were made for each other.

Oh.

You were actually made
for each other.

Uh, S.A.R.A.H., j-just tell us
what you're feeling exactly.

I'm feeling as if I don't know
if I love him.

Called it off?

If two machines
can't make it work,

what hope
do the rest of us have?

I'm just glad she
finally came to her senses.

Really? I thought everyone
in this place was dying

to study a happy little
computer couple.

S.A.R.A.H.'S just
a machine to these people.

As the father of the bride...

Well, the programmer
of the bride...

Everything happened
just too fast for me.

Maybe that's the secret.

If you know someone too well,
you'll never take the leap.

Hey, Lupo.

Guess we won't get a chance to
dance at that wedding after all.

- Mm.
- It's probably better, though.

You probably wouldn't be able
to keep your hands

to yourself, right?

Don't you have work to do?

Say, an ion damper
that was supposed to be ready,

what, three weeks ago?

I'll get to it,
little big man.

You know, you can't ignore me
forever, Lupo.

Here's the, uh,
overnight report.

There was a micro-breach
on the level two sewage line.

It tripped the bio sensor.

Nothing major, just...

Annoying.

You are so cute.

Ion damper, now.

Or I'll send you
back to the mucus lab.

Wow.

- Thanks.
- No problem.

But, you know, Jo,
you're gonna...

Fargo.

You're gonna have to explain
the engagement ring sometime.

Well, I'm really hoping

that he'll be transferred
to the north pole

or, I don't know,
shot into outer space.

That'd be nice.

Well, for now, the mucus lab
is the best I can do.

You know,
I'm starting to believe

that you're actually
the real head of G.D.

Damn straight.

Ooh, got to boogie.

Blueberry cobbler day
in the cafeteria.

It goes fast.

Who wants more wedding cake?

- Oh, we're good.
- No, no, I think we're fine.

Come on, I'll never get rid
of all of it.

And what am I gonna do
with 400 pigs in 400 blankets?

You bring them out
is what you do.

Bless you, sheriff.

Ew.

- What? I'm hungry.
- Ugh.

So, Jack,
how did Andy take the news?

Uh, he needed
some robot alone time.

All right, maybe
having all the trappings

of an actual wedding
was a mistake.

Yeah, it was ridiculous.

But I did like seeing you
in a tux, Jack.

I like you calling me Jack.

So this honeymoon period
between the two of you

is gonna be over soon, right?

Yeah, I'm almost
out of gas, I think.

Okay.

Look at the size
of that thing.

Cut the chatter, Red 2.

Accelerate to attack speed!

Whoa.

So this is how you get to be
head of G.D.?

What are you doing here?

Don't you remember
the words "mucus lab"?

I brought your
ion pulse engine damper.

It's all set.

You finished it?

Yeah, handmade
by yours truly.

Why would you bother putting
a pulse engine in this bucket?

It's got to be 60 years old.

The launch system's
still fine.

Yeah, but you and Henry
pulled out navigation,

attitude control, comm systems.

You're gonna use
this for an unmanned launch.

Are you testing something?

That's
on a need-to-know basis.

Fine.

Let's talk.

I'm thinking, in exchange
for your pulse damper,

I need to be need-to-know,

starting with Lupo.

Do you feel that?

Yeah.

Where did you put
the ion pulse damper?

I told you, I installed it
in the engine compartment.

Nobody told you
to install it!

The ignition switches are on!

Well, how the hell
was I supposed to know

you'd be in here
playing with yourself?

You completed
the launch circuit.

What? Oh.

Ah! Whoa!

Aah!

- Fargo!
- Zane!

- Aah!
- Aah!

Right there.
I can see it.

Do we have
a launch scheduled?

No.

So, not good, then.

Sync and corrected by dr.jackson
for www.addic7ed.com

A level white alert
is in effect.

An unauthorized launch
has been detected.

Where's Fargo?

- Don't know.
- Well, find him, Larry.

- Talk to me, Jo.
- The tracking says

it was a decommissioned
Nevada-class rocket.

It was primarily used
for manned flight testing.

But it could have a warhead.

No, it's an unmanned probe.

Fargo and I gutted it
to test a new engine.

Nuclear?

No, faster than light,

built on the principle
of the Einstein-grant bridge.

The bridge device?

There's the gift
that keeps on giving.

There's a protocol
for a renegade launch.

Yes, we neutralize the rogue
with kinetic countermeasures.

- We blast it with space missiles.
- Thank you.

You need
Fargo's authorization.

- He's not answering.
- Okay.

Larry, get mission control
up and running.

Jo, send an evacuation team
to section five.

Henry, we need
a hard trajectory

for the interceptor missiles.

Wow.

Almost seems like you know
how to run the place.

Well, that rocket could come
down in the middle of a city.

I need Fargo's authorization
to launch those interceptors.

- I'll find him.
- Thanks, Carter.

Oh, so back to "Carter" now?

Holy socks!

Zane?

You okay?

Uh...

No gravity.

That's bad.

Um, grab on to something.

Huh?

Petro gravity field
operational!

That better?

Oh, space is bad.

We just survived launch
in a non-launch-ready craft.

I'd say today is our lucky day.

Mission control,
come... come in.

Come in, mission control.
Come...

Oh.

Bummer.

Dying is bad.

Life support, life support,

life support!

Paging Dr. Fargo.

Report to mission control
immediately.

Telemetry.

It's on a collision course.

Okay, we can't wait
for Fargo.

Initiating emergency
authorization override...

Dr. Allison Blake,
medical director.

A command triad is needed
for this function.

Please place your hands
on the glass.

Dr. Allison Blake,
confirmed.

Dr. Henry Deacon,
confirmed.

Larry, we're gonna need
a third.

- This feels like mutiny.
- We don't have time to talk.

Okay.

Larry Haberman,
triad confirmed.

Command override accepted.

Good afternoon,
acting director Blake.

Launch intercept missiles
on my mark.

Three...

Two, one...

Mark.

Missiles are away.

Calculating time to intercept.

Paging Dr. Fargo.

Report to mission control
immediately.

Wow.
Anything?

Oh, it looks
like the lab was empty

when the rocket went off.

- You find Fargo?
- Uh, not yet, no.

Uh, what about
the lab security log?

The, uh... the records were...
were damaged.

Uh, so far,
just entries for, uh, Henry

and, uh, Fargo and...

Professor I.P. Freely.

I'm guessing that's Zane.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I mean, everybody in town
felt that launch.

There's no way Fargo
would miss this.

Or Zane.

He should be here
rubbing our noses in this.

He lives to watch us screw up.

Yeah, so where are they?

Maybe our empty rocket's
not so empty.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Well, we can't exactly
pull over, now, can we?

Aha!
There you are, Mr. valve.

Life support is up.

Capsule pressure's steady.

Oxygen is flowing,
four liters per second.

Who's your daddy?

How much oxygen do we have?

- Uh, at least six hours.
- Six hours?

Eh, so basically
we're dead by dinner.

- All right.
- Mr. Pessimistic...

We're gonna figure this out.

Now is not the time to panic.

How about now?

They're trying to kill us.

It's standard protocol
for any unauthorized launch.

Oh, "it's standard protocol
for any unauthorized launch."

- Nice last words, you geek.
- Well, how about this?

- You're an ass-hat.
- Bite me.

- Ass-hat, ass-hat, ass-hat!
- Bite me, bite me, bite me!

We are on target.

- Stop it.
- 30 seconds to impact.

- Stop the missiles.
- What?

Resecure the lateral drift.
We only have one shot at this.

- How do we abort?
- Well, there's a self-destruct,

but you can't...
Carter!

Jack!

- Ass-hat, ass-hat, ass-hat!
- Bite me, bite me, bite me!

Huh?

Huh?

What happened?

I really am gonna puke now.

What did you just do?

Fargo's in that rocket.
I think Zane's with him.

They're on board?
Y-you're sure?

They're both missing.

You just aborted the missiles,
and you're not sure?

Well,
they could've been killed.

Maybe, but now
six others will die.

The rocket is
on a collision course

with the international
space station.

There is
a six-member crew on board.

And you just blew up
our only chance to save them.

It's still kind of awesome,
though, right?

You're a lunatic.

We're in space.

I've wanted to do this
my whole life.

Just look out there.
It's beautiful.

Proximity indicator?
Proximate to what?

Oh.

Oh, that's bigger
than I thought it was.

We're heading
straight for it.

Collision vector confirmed...

2,500 meters and closing.

I didn't know
about the space station.

Because you didn't have
all the information.

Get I.S.S. control
on the line.

They need to execute
an emergency thruster burn

to move the station.

The station
weighs 800,000 pounds,

it won't even begin to have
time to move.

But Zane and Fargo will do
something, though, right?

All the control systems have
been removed from the capsule.

If they even
survived the launch.

We can talk to them.
I mean, they have a radio.

Comm systems
have been removed.

The ship doesn't have
attitude control.

It doesn't matter if we can
communicate with Zane and Fargo.

They can't help us.

Please, Carter,
let me do my job.

Yeah.

Oh, man, we're heading
straight for it.

Do not hyperventilate!

You're gonna use up
all our oxygen.

Hold on.

900 meters...

875.

Larry, broadcast
an emergency command

straight to the I.S.S. crew
on all available channels.

What... what do I say?

"Brace for impact."

I need cutters.

Zane!
I need cutters!

You're venting our oxygen?

- We need oxygen!
- Not if we're dead.

We vent oxygen
out the right side,

it might alter the course.

Command sent.
There's no response.

It's too late.

50 meters...

40.

Wait.

They're turning.

He's right.

Two degrees...

- Four.
- Come on.

This is gonna be close.

Brace for impact.

They cleared the station!

Oh.

Thank God.

I scraped the I.S.S.

Now they're never gonna let me
be an astronaut.

You got to be kidding me.

Okay, we need
updated siting position

based on new course and speed.

Well, they're alive.

I mean, thing can't turn
on its own.

You were right, Carter.

Now the question is...

How do we get them back?

And that is what?

The communication panel
from the rocket lab.

Looks like a stereo
I had in high school.

Oh, yeah, well,
your stereo probably had

more computing power.

The capsule's
based on technology

used in the Mercury program.

It's an antique,
so we should probably confirm

if any of the systems
on board are active.

- Hey.
- We got a green.

Emergency life support,
so that's six hours of oxygen,

maybe less.

That's not a lot of time.

Well, I mean, they managed
to turn the ship, though...

Right?
I mean...

Oh, come on, what can they use?

Uh, fireworks, a canoe paddle?
What's in the ship?

- It's never been tested.
- The F.T.L. drive?

Yeah, I-if we can get
the B.C.E. up and running.

That sounds good. How about
we speak in whole words?

Well, if Fargo and Zane

can activate
the faster-than-light drive

and we're prepared
for their re-entry

- with the boson cloud exciter...
- The catcher's mitt.

Oh, the energy thing that
stops the space... space goalie.

Then we can probably bring
them back home.

But we can't be sure
that Zane and Fargo

will even think
about using the F.T.L.

Great.

We traded quick death
for slow asphyxiation.

Um, you're welcome?

This is all your fault.

If you weren't busy
playing Luke Skymuncher...

Well, maybe if you
just gave me the pulse damper

instead of trying
to extort information.

I wasn't extorting.

Oh, yeah.
No, that's right.

You were just trying
to get into Jo's pants,

where you never deserved to be
in the first place.

What first place?

There was a-a first place?

Fargo?

Just forget it.
Go back to panicking.

I got to find
a way to get us back.

Oh, my...

What are you doing?

This is the reason
I needed the pulse damper.

Behold, the world's first
wormhole F.T.L.

No way.

You cracked manned
faster-than-light travel?

"Cracked" is a strong word.

This was gonna be
its first test run.

Come on, help me install it.

Are you high?

Our inertia will annihilate us
on impact with the ground.

Unless they fire up the
boson cloud exciter to catch us,

which Henry
will totally think of!

Uh-huh, but...

It won't work.

Zane?

Your ion pulse damper...

Which you built, right?

Eh, sort of...

Stole.

You took the pulse damper
from the boson cloud exciter?

Do you know what'll happen

if they turn it on
without the damper?

Well, no one
ever used the stupid thing.

How the hell was I supposed to
know that we'd need it up here?

We're really gonna die
up here, aren't we?

Initializing
the boson cloud exciter.

Plasma's coming online.

Um...

I didn't have
much time to explain

about Zane and Fargo
on that ship.

I know.

And you saved their lives.

But you're mad.

No.

You're something.

Um...

I had a hunch.

I know.

You usually trust my hunches.

Right.

But this time you didn't give me
a chance to trust you.

You just decided.

Is that supposed
to be doing that?

I don't know. Maybe there's
a short in the panel.

Ho... ho...

That's a pattern.

C-c-could they be
turning the panel on and off

- to create morse code?
- No, no, no, it's ACP-131.

A Z-code, a NATO-standardized
quinary communication.

B-C-E-Z-L-H.

B.C.E. dangerous.

The boson cloud exciter.

I'll tell Henry.

Oh, that's just bad timing.

All electrical impulses
were obliterated by that pulse.

The ionized cloud
is gonna take hours to fade.

So we're gonna be
in the dark for hours?

- We need to find Henry.
- Well, the phones are fried.

Well, anything
that uses electricity

is gonna be useless...

From car batteries
to fusion generators.

Wow.

Um, so how far away
is the... the B.C.C. thing?

A few miles.
We better start walking.

Nice.

- Need a lift?
- Yeah.

Horses...
Now, that is a great idea.

Ooh.

- You did great.
- My ass hurts.

Well, you did...

I'll rub it later.
You did great.

So Fargo warned us the B.C.E.
would be malfunctioning.

Yeah, its, uh,
pulse damper is missing.

Wait, wait, wait.
Y-you talked to Fargo?

No, he talked to us...
Z-code, via the comm panel.

Well, that's great... if we
invert the frequency cycling,

then we can probably get
a message back to him.

Well, not now that we're
on little house on the prairie.

I tell you what,
there's another panel

in an old communication station
just outside of town.

Well, if it's outside
the ionic-pulse radius,

it might still be active.

Okay, we can use that
to talk to Zane and Fargo.

What about fixing
the, uh, catcher's mitt?

Well, we've already started
to replace

all the fried circuitry,
and I can improvise

a one-time-use ion damper,
but we need power.

Wait, my lab has
an insulated energy generator

with, uh, copper shielding...
It might've survived the pulse.

Great, we'll grab the I.E.G.,
plug it into the B.C.E.,

- and everything will be a-okay.
- I'm on it.

It's 1,000 feet underground
with no working elevator.

How are you
even gonna get down there?

I'm making it up as I go.

Grace and I
will repair the B.C.E.

- As quickly as possible.
- Uh, but that power source

will only give us
a few seconds lead time.

And the B.C.E.
needs to be up and running

- when they transport.
- Then we need to find a way

to talk
to Zane and Fargo somehow.

Where's the radio shack?

That way, partner.

Well, there's power.

What is this place, anyway?

G.D. used remote stations
like this across the world

to communicate with spacecraft.

Well, that looks
like the panel at G.D.

It's dead.

I need a low-temperature plasma
cutter to get into the casing.

Maybe try this.

That'll work.

Okay.

Okay, try it.

Eureka, we have a problem.

So you really think
we have a shot at getting home?

If they figure out
how to fix the B.C.E.

Well, that's a big "if."

Fargo, I wasn't trying to extort
anything from you.

I just need you
to clue me in...

You and Jo.

Just let it go.

I want to, believe me,

because I hate
feeling like this.

Like what?

Well, like someone
messed with my brain,

you know, erased my memories.

Jo and I...
we used to be something,

but I don't know what.

And she does.

If you, um...

If you loved someone...

Wouldn't you want to know?

The oxygen's dropping.

We've got a leak.

Miss Lupo!
Hello!

Andy,
what are you doing here?

Looking for a quiet place
to collect my thoughts.

After S.A.R.A.H. dumped me,
I wanted to be left alone.

But I was interrupted
by a severe ion pulse.

Now, my software dictates

that I should verbally
acknowledge my physical damage.

Ow!

Your head
is made out of metal.

Copper bipolar alloy,
actually.

Durable and stylish.

That's how
you survived the pulse.

Andy, you're a power source.

It's all destroyed.

Well, we...

Is that what I think it is?

This is...

We have a dial tone.

All right, uh, NASA's navcom
is the only place I can think of

that might
have the right hardware.

Okay, uh, if we dial zero
for the operator, we...

Or you might know the number
off the top of your head.

I dialed it twice a day

for a year straight
when I was a kid.

- Hard to forget.
- You...

I was trying to get
into space camp.

How'd that work for you?

Never made it.

They rejected me every time.

Oh, hey, hello.
Uh, uh, can we...

Uh, no, I can't press zero
to speak to the operator.

- I got to...
- Priority.

They have a voice tag system.

Hello, yes, this
is Dr. Allison Blake.

Security clearance
7-3-8-Domino-Apple-Mary.

I need emergency clearance

for a Mercury-era
U.H.F. Transmitter.

Yes, Mercury.

Predates everything
that they have.

They can't help us.

They have satellites, right?

I've slowed down
the oxygen leak.

Down to 56 minutes.

How much longer do you need
for the F.T.L.?

Done. I just need
to fire this bad boy up

and pray that
they got our message

and have the B.C.E.
Ready to catch us.

Hey, um...

Sorry for, um...
for being so useless before.

You really
held it together, man.

Yeah, well,
you can buy me a milkshake

when we hit the ground.

What?

It says "unknown caller."

What do you think
roaming charges are in space?

Answer it.

Hello?

Fargo, it's Jack.
Don't fire up the F.T.L. drive.

Henry's still
trying to fix the... the...

the catcher's mitt.

So push the button
at 5:05 P.M.

Uh, yeah, one problem...
We only have 56 min...

- Uh, 5.
- 55 minutes of oxygen left.

They're
running out of oxygen.

Hey, Fargo, do you hear me?
Jump in...

No, you're breaking up.

What... what was that?
50-what?

54...

Fargo?

NASA said they can only bounce
the signal for a few seconds.

I think he got the message.

Carter, if they fire up
the F.T.L. Before we're ready,

they'll slam into the ground
at the speed of light.

Have a little faith.

- Let's ride.
- Let's go.

Henry, we got to move.

Zane and Fargo
are running out of air.

We're not ready... without the
power cell, we're still dead.

I'll find Jo.
Just make sure the mitt's ready.

- Okay?
- Got you.

Come on, buddy.

Where's the power cell?

I think I found us
another energy source.

Oh, good.
We're running out of time.

Andy's the...

Seriously?

His power cell
survived the blast.

Howdy, partner.

Howdy.

I'm on a horse!

I always kind of knew
I was gonna die young.

But being stuck in space
with you isn't what I pictured.

You're not gonna die.

We're set.

You ready
to test the power supply?

As I'll ever be.

Here goes nothing.

Tell me that's
not another oxygen leak.

It's not another oxygen leak.

- You're lying.
- Big-time... we're screwed.

We're running out of oxygen,
and without the F.T.L...

We really are gonna die.

No, we're not.

Come on, man, you
saved our asses twice already.

Yeah, well,
third time's a charm.

What happened
to Mr. Optimistic?

He woke up
and smelled the oxygen leak?

You can't smell oxygen.

You know what I mean!

I'll never fix
the F.T.L. in time.

Never...

say never.

You got it running.

Well, we have power.

Now we just need to
recalculate the energy vectors

and the destination
coordinates.

Yeah, and pray

that they have B. C.E.
ready in time to catch us.

Let's do this.

Connecting
polymer membrane...

Now.

Have we compensated enough
so we don't fry his regulator?

We'll find out.

Okay, that should do it.

Coordinates are set.

I think we're ready.

If we're not,

there's something
you should know about Jo...

And the other you.

All right, here we go.

And...

Now.

- Huh.
- What?

Nah, I was just expecting
something a little...

Bigger!

Okay, well...

On your order, captain.

Engage.

- Aah!
- Aah!

- Ah...
- Aah!

- Ha ha!
- Nice catch!

- Oh!
- Oh!

Don't worry, kid.
We'll fix you up.

All right.

That was awesome!

Wha...

Uh, yeah, not the word
that I would choose,

but, um, thanks
for getting us down.

I couldn't have done it
without you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Good to see you.
- Good to see you.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Fine.

But do not touch my ass.

Ah, it's good
to see you, Jo-Jo.

Mmm.

Hey.

So has the torch been passed?

Yes, all
G.D. director power

is back where it belongs,
with Fargo.

Had to be fun, though, huh?

I mean, being back
in the big chair again.

Mm-mm, running that place
is a pain in my...

neck.

You need a hot bath, cowgirl?

Mm, that sounds good.

Why don't you
take me home, Jack?

So we're back to "Jack" now?

I'm just keeping track.

I mean, is that...
That's where we're at?

Okay, listen, if we're
gonna be working together

and sleeping together,

things are gonna
get complicated...

Jack.

Oh, I can handle complicated.

- Andy.
- S.A.R.A.H., hi.

- Can I come in?
- Of course.

I heard how you
helped save the day.

I'm glad your reboot
was successful.

Thanks.

The download gave me time to...

Think about things.

I guess you've come
to pick up your spare uniform.

S.A.R.A.H...

Did I do something wrong?

No, Andy.

I'm sorry I panicked.

I guess I'm just not ready
to be a housewife.

Well, you can work
if you want to...

Whatever makes you happy.

I don't know
if that's enough for me

to devote
my artificial life to.

Are you okay?

Mm.

It's the age-old story.

Boy meets house.

Boy loses house.

But I understand.

I'm not saying I don't want
to spend time with you.

If you want,
we can leave a door open...

Literally.

Really?

I would like that very much.

So, Fargo...

You and Zane had some, uh,
quality boy time up there.

Yeah, well, there
was nowhere else to go.

Hmm. Did you talk
about anything in particular?

Well, you know, space stuff.

Dr. Fargo, I need you
to come with us.

Wait a minute.
Uh, where is he going?

I have orders
to escort him to Washington.

Dr. Fargo,
please follow me.

Sure.

So how about them Redskins?

It is not football season,
is it?

Dr. Fargo.

- I'm sen...
- Senator Mikayla Wen.

I know who you are.

Oh.
Well, then you also know

that I head up the technology
appropriations committee,

the same one that directs
funding for your, um...

scientific playground.

You did just launch a rocket

that nearly took out
the international space station.

That was an accident.

I wanted to leave
a note on the windshield.

Do you know why we're here?

To assess the continued value
of our work in Eureka?

You are a bright man,
Dr. Fargo.

Get comfortable.

Your future in Eureka is about
to get very complicated.

Sync and corrected by dr.jackson
for www.addic7ed.com