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Previously on Eureka.

Joe, Fargo, Henry, Allison, and I were transported through a wormhole back to

1947. We returned to a reality identical to the one that we left. Well, almost

identical. Hey!

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

We hit a bit of a tough time for a while. But it made us appreciate what we

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 the 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. You don't really care.

No, not unless you know how to tie one. Yeah, well, yikes.

Hello, handsome men.

Oh, hello.

Um, the bride needs you.

Pre -wedding jitters.

You're kidding me.

And I'd hurry. The guests will be here soon.

Vince, she's in the power room.

Thanks.

Hey, boss.

Anything I can do to help smooth things along?

Sit tight. Andy, I got this one.

Okay.

If you were having Bridalicious.

Seriously.

Oh, don't look at me.

Talk to the bride.

Sarah, you can't have cold feet.

You don't even have feet.

Technically, you're correct, Sheriff Carter, but the impending ceremony has

hyper -simulated my anxiety programming.

Oh, this is beyond ridiculous.

Listen, we have talked about...

Studying the interaction of two emotionally enabled AIs is an incredible

opportunity for neurocomputing.

Think of what we can learn about human relationships.

We could learn a lot without me having to rent a box.

No, I don't want to talk.

You two were made for each other.

You actually made for each other.

Sarah, 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.

There'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.

Well, maybe that's a secret.

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

Hey, Lupo.

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

That'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 overnight report. There was a micro -breach on the Level 2 sewage

line. It tripped the biosensor.

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, Jill, 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

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 a boogie. Blueberry cobbler day in the cafeteria.

It goes fast.

Lots more wedding cake.

Oh, no.

Come on. I'll never get rid of all of it. And what am I going to do with 400

pigs and 400 blankets?

You bring them out. It's what you do.

Bless you, Sheriff.

Ew. What? I'm hungry.

So, Jack, how did Andy take the news?

He needed some robot for a long time.

All right. Maybe having all the trappings of an actual wedding was a

Yeah, it was ridiculous.

But I did like seeing you in a tub. Thanks, Jack.

Why do you keep calling me Jack?

So, this honeymoon period between the two of you is going to be over soon,

right?

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

Okay.

Look at the size of that thing.

Cut the counter, Red 2.

Accelerate to attack speed.

So this is how you get to be head of GED?

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, and made 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

Huh. You're going to use this for an unmanned launch. Are you testing

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

Fine.

Let's talk.

I'm thinking in exchange for your pulse tamper, I need to be need -to -know.

Starting with Lupo.

Do you feel that?

Yeah.

Where did you put the ion pulse tamper?

I told you I installed it in the engine compartment.

Nobody told you to install it! The ignition switches are on! Well, how the

was I supposed to know you'd be in here playing with yourself?

You completed the launch circuit.

What?

So not good then.

Where's Fargo?

Don't know. Well, find him, Larry. Talk to me, Joe. 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. A bridge device?

There's a gift that keeps on giving.

There's a protocol for a renegade launch.

Yes, we neutralized the rogue with kinetic countermeasures.

We blasted with space missiles.

Thank you. Do you need Fargo's authorization?

He's not answering.

Okay. Larry, get mission control up and running.

Joe, send an evacuation team to Section 5.

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 the city. I need Fargo's authorization to launch

those interceptors. I'll find him. Thanks, Carter.

Want us to back that Carter down?

Zane? You okay?

No gravity.

That's bad.

Um, grab onto something.

Huh?

Catcher, 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 in.

Come in, Mission Control, come in.

Life support.

Agent 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, confirm.

Dr. Henry Deacon, confirm.

Larry, we're going to need a third.

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

Okay.

Larry Haberman, triad confirm.

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.

Wow.

Anything? It looks like the lab was empty when the rocket went off.

You find Fargo?

Not yet, no. What about the lab security log?

The records were damaged.

So far, just entries for Henry and Fargo and...

Professor I .P.

Freely.

I'm guessing that's Zane.

Yeah.

If everybody in town felt that launch, there's no way Fargo would miss this.

Or Zane. He should be here rubbing our noses in as he lives to watch us screw

up.

Well, then where are they?

Maybe an empty rocket's not so empty.

I think I'm going to be sick.

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

Ah, there you are, Mr. Bell.

Oh, life support is up.

Capsule pressure steady.

Oxygen is flowing.

Four liters per second.

Who's your daddy?

How much oxygen do we have?

At least six hours.

Six hours?

So basically we're dead by dinner. All right. Mr. Pessimistic.

We're going to figure this out. Now is not the time to panic.

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 asshat. Fight me. Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

We are on target.

30 seconds to impact.

Stop it. What?

We secured the lateral drift. We only have one shot at this. How do we abort?

Well, there's a self -destruct, but you can't...

What did you just do?

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

They're on board? You're sure?

They're both missing.

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

Well, they could have 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.

Awesome, though, right?

You're a lunatic.

We're in space.

I've wanted to do this my whole life. I mean, just look out there. It's

beautiful.

Proximity indicator?

Proximate to what?

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 ISS 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, all right? All the control systems have

been removed from the capsule. If they even survive the launch.

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

Oh, do not hyperventilate.

You're going to use up all our oxygen.

Hold on.

900 meters.

875. Leary, broadcast an emergency command straight to the ISS crew on all

available channels.

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 fan, there's no response.

It's too late.

50 meters.

40.

Wait.

He's right.

Two degrees.

Four. Come on.

This is going to be close.

He's right back.

They cleared the station.

Thank God.

I scraped the ISS.

Now they're never going to let me be an astronaut.

You gotta be kidding me.

Okay, we need updated sighting position based on new course and speed.

Well, they're alive.

I mean, think that turn on its own.

Yeah, we're right, Carter.

And 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. Well, your stereo probably had

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 grain.

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, come on, what can they use?

Fireworks, canoe paddle, what's in the ship?

It's never been tested.

The FTL drive?

Yeah, if we can get the BCE 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

Oh, the energy thing that stops the 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 FTL.

Death was slow as fixation.

Um, you're welcome.

This is all your fault.

If you weren't busy playing Luke Skymuncher... Well, maybe if you just

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 Joe's pants

you never deserve to be in the first place.

What first place?

There was a first place?

Fargo?

Just forget it. Go back to panicking.

Gonna find a way to get us back.

What are you doing?

This is the reason I needed the pulse damper.

Behold, the world's first wormhole FTL.

No way. You cracked man faster than light travel?

Cracked is the strong word.

This was going to 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?

Here. Eye on Paul Stamper.

Which you built, right?

Uh, 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 this

thing. How the hell was I supposed to know that we need it up here?

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

Initializing the boson cloud exciter.

I know.

And you saved their lives.

You mad?

No. You're something.

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 pan. Hold, hold, hold.

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 Bose and Cloud exciter.

I'll tell that man.

That's just bad timing.

All electrical impulses were obliterated by that pulse. The ionized cloud is

going to take hours to fade.

So we're going to be in the dark for hours?

We need to find Henry. Well, the phone's a threat. Anything that uses

electricity is going to be useless from car batteries to fusion generators.

Um, South Broadway is the BCC thing? A few miles. We better start walking.

Need a lift?

Yeah.

Horses. Now, that is a great idea.

You did great.

My ass hurt.

I'll rub it later. You did great.

So, Fargo warned us the BCE would be malfunctioning.

Yeah, it's pulse damper is missing. Wait, wait, wait. You talked to Fargo?

talked to us. The code via the comm panel.

Well, that's great. If we invert the frequency cycling, then we can probably

a message back to him. Well, not now that we're on Little House on the

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

active. Okay, we can use that to talk to Zan and Fargo. What about fixing the

catcher's mess? Well, we've already started to replace all the fried

and I can improvise a...

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

Wait, my lab has an insulated energy generator with copper shielding. It

have survived the pulse.

Great. We'll grab the IAG, plug it into the BCE, and everything will be okay.

I'm on it.

It's 1 ,000 feet underground with no working elevator. How are you even going

get down there?

I'm making it up as I go.

Grace and I will repair the BCE as quickly as possible.

But that power source will only give us a few seconds lead time.

And the BCE needs to be up and running when they transport.

Then we need to find a way to talk to Zane in Fargo somehow.

Where's the radio shack?

That way, partner.

First power.

What is this place anyway?

GD used remote stations like this across the world to communicate with

spacecraft. Well, that looks like a panel of GD.

It's dead.

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

Maybe try this.

That'll work.

Hey.

Okay, try it.

Enrico, we have a problem.

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

We figure out how to fix the BCE.

Well, that's a big F.

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

I just need you to clue me in.

You and Joe.

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.

Joe 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.

What are you doing here?

Looking for a quiet place to collect my thought.

After Thera 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 survive the pulse.

And you're a power source.

It's all destroyed.

Well, we... Is that what happened?

We've got all time.

All right, uh, NASA's nav... 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

off the top of your head. I dialed it twice a day for a year straight when I

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 gotta... Priority?

They have a voice tag system.

Hello. Yes, this is Dr. Allison Blake. Security clearance 738 Domino Apple

I need emergency clearance for a Mercury Era UHF transmitter.

Yes, Mercury... It predates everything that they have. They can't help us.

We're satellites, right?

Slow down the oxygen leak.

Down to 56 minutes. How much longer do you need for the FTL?

Done. We just need to fire this bad boy up and get ready to guard our message

and have the BCE ready to catch us.

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

You really held it together, man.

Yeah, well, buy me a milkshake when we hit the ground.

Says unknown caller.

What do you think roaming charges are in space?

The answer is... Hello?

Fargo, it's Jack. Don't fire up the FTL drive.

Henry's still trying to fix the... The... Catcher's minute. So I'll push

button at 5 .05 p .m.

Uh, yeah, one problem. We only have 56 minutes... Five.

55 minutes of oxygen left.

We're running out of oxygen.

Hey, Fargo, do you hear me? Jump in 50...

No, you're breaking up. What was that? Fifty what?

Fifty -four.

Fargo?

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

I think you got the message.

Carter, if they fire up the FDL before we're ready, they'll slam into the

at the speed of light.

Have a little faith.

That's right.

Zane and Fargo are running out of air.

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

I'll find Joe. Just make sure the myth's ready, okay? Gotcha.

Come on.

Where's the power cell?

I think I found it at another energy source.

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

Andy, seriously.

His parasol survived the blast.

Howdy, partner.

Howdy.

I'm on a horn!

I always kind of knew I was going to die young.

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

You're not going to 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.

out of oxygen and without the FTL, we really are going to die.

No, we're not.

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

Yeah, well, third time's a charm.

Whatever Mr. Optimistic.

He woke up and smelled the oxygen leak?

Can't smell oxygen.

Do you know what I mean?

I'll never fix the FTL in time.

Never?

Say never.

You got him running.

Well, we have power.

Well, now we just need to recalculate the energy vectors and the destination

coordinates. Yeah, and pray that the BCE radiance had to catch us.

Let's do this.

Connecting polymer membrane... now.

Have we compensated enough that 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 Joe.

And the other you.

All right, here we go.

And... Now.

Huh. What?

No, I was just expecting something.

Okay. Well, on your order, Captain.

Engage.

Not the word that I would choose, but thanks for getting us down.

Couldn't have done it without you.

Hey.

Hey. Good to see you. Good to see you.

Hey.

Huh?

It's good to see you, Jojo.

Hey.

So the torchman passed?

Yes, all G .D. director power is back where it belongs.

With Fargo.

That'd be fun, though, huh?

You mean being back in the big chair again?

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

You need a hot bath?

Cowgirl?

Mm, that sounds good.

Why don't you take me home, Jack?

So back to Jack now?

I'm just keeping track. I mean, is that where we're at?

Okay, listen, if we're going to be working together and sleeping together,

things are going to get complicated.

Jack.

Sarah, 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.

Sarah, 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?

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.

Oh, Fargo.

You and Zane had some quality boy time up there.

Yeah, well, there was nowhere else to go.

Did you talk about anything in particular?

Oh, no, space stuff.

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

Wait a minute, 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 Senator... Senator Michaela Wynn.

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 comfortable.