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Carter: 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 that we left.

Well, almost identical.

Hey.

Henry: I was naive to think I could just

jump into this marriage.

Grace: We hit a... Henry: Bit of a...

Tough time.

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

Both: What we have together.

Zane: Me marry you?

In what universe?

I'm over us. I'm done.

Zane: You had my grandmother's engagement ring.

Tell me what we were to each other.

Jo: Nothing.

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

Jo: What's going on with you and Allison? Don't deny it.

Carter: We took the plunge.

Carter: 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, hi. Hello.

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

No, 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.

Sarah, you can't have cold feet.

You don't even have feet.

Sarah: 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 al's

is an incredible opportunity for neuro—computing.

Think of what we could learn about human relationships.

We can learn a lot without me having to rent a tux.

No, I don't want to talk to...

Please. Please.

Please.

Pfft!

Sarah, um...

Andy is a great guy.

And you two were made for each other.

You were actually made for each other.

Sarah, just tell us what you're feeling exactly.

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

Jo: 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.

Sarah'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 the secret.

If you know someone too well,

youllnever taketheleap.

Zane: Hey, Lupo.

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

Mmm.

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 in the level two 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 mucous lab.

Wow.

Thanks. No problem.

But you know, Jo, you're going to... Fargo.

You're going to 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 mucous lab is the best I can do.

You know I'm starting to believe that you're actually the real head of cd.

Damn straight!

Ooh, got to boogie, blueberry cobbler day in the cafeteria.

It goes fast.

Who wants more wedding cake?

I'm fine. No, no.

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

And what am I going to do with 400 pigs in 400 blankets?

You bring them out is what you do.

Bless you, sheriff.

What? I'm hungry.

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 the tux, Jack.

I like you calling me Jack.

Henry: 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.

Fargo: Look at the size of that thing.

Cut the chatter, red two.

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 "mucous lab"?

I brought your ion pulse engine damper.

It's all set.

You finished it? Yeah.

Handmade by yours truly.

But 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.

Huh.

You're going to use this for an unmanned launch.

Are you testing something?

It's on a need—to—know basis.

All right.

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?

Whoa!

Whoa!

Fargo!

Zane!

Did we have a launch scheduled?

So, not good, then?

Man on pa: A level five 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.

A 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'll 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.

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 I'm back to Carter now?

Holy socks!

Zane? You okay?

No gravity.

That's bad.

Um, grab onto 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 in...

Oh, bummer.

Dying is bad.

Life support. Life support.

Life support!

Woman on pa: 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.

Computer: 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 going to need a third.

This feels like mutiny, I...

We don't have time to talk.

Okay.

Computer: Larry haberman. Triad confirmed.

Command override accepted.

Good afternoon, acting director Blake.

Launch intercept missiles on my Mark.

Three, two, one.

Mark.

Computer: Missiles are away.

Calculating time to intercept.

Woman on pa: Paging Dr. Fargo.

Report to mission control immediately.

Wow. Anything?

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

You find Fargo? Uh, not yet. No.

What about the lab security log?

The, uh, the records were...

Were damaged.

So far just entries for Henry and Fargo

and "professor I.P. Freely."

I'm guessing that's Zane.

Yeah.

If everyone in town felt that launch,

it's not like Fargo would miss this.

Or Zane. He should be here rubbing our noses in this.

He lives to watch us screw up.

Well, then where are they?

Maybe our empty rocket's not so empty.

I think I'm going to be sick.

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

A—ha! There you are, Mr. Valve.

Oh, life support is up.

Capsule pressure is 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?

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.

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! Bite me!

Ass—hat! Ass—hat! Ass—hat! Bite me! Bite me! Bite me! Bite me!

We are on target. Stop.

Computer: Thirty seconds to impact.

Stop the missile. Henry: What?

Re—secure 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!

Ass—hat! Ass—hat! Ass—hat! Bite me! Bite me! Bite me!

What happened?

I really am going to puke now.

What did you just do?

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

They're on board? You're... you're sure?

Well, they're both missing.

Wait, 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.

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.

I mean, just look out there.

It's beautiful.

Proximity indicator? Proximity to what?

Whoa.

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.

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

Yeah, but Zane and Fargo will do something, right?

All of 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 going to use up all our oxygen.

Hold on.

Larry: Nine hundred meters.

Eight hundred and seventy—five.

Larry, 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.

Yeah, 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.

Fifty meters.

Forty.

Wait.

They're turning.

He's right.

Henry: Two degrees.

Foun comeon

this is going to be close.

Brace for impact.

They cleared the station.

Allison: Thank god.

I scraped the iss.

Now they're never going to 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, the thing can't turn on its own.

You were right, Carter.

Now the question is,

how do we get them back?

Carter: And that is what?

The communication panel from the rocket lab.

It looks like a stereo I had in high school.

Yeah, well, your stereo probably had more computing power.

The capsule's based on technology

usedin 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.

Allison: 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?

Uh, fireworks, a 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 mitt.

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

Great.

We traded quick death for slow asphyxiation.

Um, you're welcome.

This is all yourfault.

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've got to 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 manned faster than light travel?

"Cracked" is a 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.

But it won't work.

Zane?

Your ion pulse damper.

Which you built, right?

Uh, sort of "stole."

You took the pulse damper from the boson cloud exciter?

Do you know what will happen if they turn it on without the damper?

Well, no one ever uses the stupid thing.

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

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

Henry: Initializing the boson cloud exciter.

Plasma's coming online.

Um, I didn't have much time

to explain about Zane and Fargo in 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.

Hold, hold, hold!

That's a pattern.

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—I—h ."

Bce dangerous?

The boson cloud exciter.

I'll tell Henry.

Well, 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 phones are fried.

Well, anything that uses electricity is going to be useless

from car batteries to fusion generators.

Um, so how far away is the bcc thing?

A few miles. We better start walking.

Nice.

Need a lift?

Yeah.

Horses, now that is a great idea.

You did great. My ass hurts.

Well, you did... I'll rub it later.

You did great.

Ah. So, Fargo warned us the bce would be malfunctioning.

Yeah, its, uh, pulse damper is missing.

Wait, wait, wait, you talked to Fargo?

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 copper shielding.

It might've survived the pulse.

Great. We'll grab the ieg, plug it into the bce,

and everything will be a—okay.

I'm on it.

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

How are you even going to get down there?

I'm making it up as I go.

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

Uh, 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 and Fargo somehow.

Where's the radio shack?

Uh, that way, partner.

There's power.

What is this place anyway?

G.d. Used remote stations like this across the world

to communicate with spacecraft.

Well, it 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 bce.

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 and 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?

Fargo: 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 Sarah 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.

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...

Carter: Is that what I think it is?

This is...

We have a dial tone.

All right, 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.

Hey, hello. Can we...

No, I can't press zero to speak to the operator. I got a...

Priority. They have a voice—tag system. Oh.

Hello, yes. This is Dr. Allison Blake,

security clearance 738 domino apple Mary.

I need emergency clearance for a mercury—era uhf transmitter.

Yes, Mercury.

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

They have satellites, right?

I slowed 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 pray that they got 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.

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 ftl drive,

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

So push the button at 5:05 pm.

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

Five. Fifty—five minutes of oxygen left.

They're running out of oxygen.

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

No, uh, you're breaking up. Was that 50 what?

Fifty—fou r!

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 ftl 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.

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.

Andy: I'm on a horse!

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.

We're running 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 the charm.

What happened to Mr. Optimistic?

He woke up and smelled the oxygen leak.

You can't smell oxygen.

You know what I mean!

Hineverfix the ftl in time.

Never say never.

You got it running.

We have power.

Now we just need to recalculate the energy vectors

and the destination coordinates.

And pray that they have the bce ready in time to catch us.

Let's do this.

Connecting the 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,

I'iow.

Huh.

What?

No, I was just expecting something a little...

Bigger!

Okay. Well, on your order, captain.

Engage.

Nice catch!

Oh! Oh!

Don't worry, kid, we'll fix you.

All right?

That was awesome!

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.

Fine. But do not touch my ass.

Uh, it's good to see you, jojo.

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.

I mean, being back in the big chair again.

Uh—uh. Running that place is a pain in my neck.

You need a hot bath? Cowgirl?

Mmm. That sounds good.

Why don't you take me home, Jack?

So we're back to Jack now?

I'm just keeping track. Is that... that's where we're at?

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

and sleeping together, things are going to get complicated, Jack.

I can handle complicated.

Sarah: Andy?

Sarah, hi.

Can I come in?

Of course.

I heard how you helped save the day.

I'm glad your re—boot 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 the door open.

Literally.

Really?

I would like that very much.

So, 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?

Well, you know, just 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 Michaela 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.