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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.