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Zane: Previously on Eureka...

Behold the world's first wormhole ftl.

I'm here to evaluate the ftl's potential

before the Grant becomes final.

What Grant?

The twenty billion dollars you're getting to build a spacecraft

capable of reaching titan.

It's not like we went through a wormhole

and got stuck in 1947.

What do you want from me, Zane?

I want to know what we were.

Hello, Allison.

Beverly: You're about to have quite an adventure.

Global dynamics is home to the greatest minds on the planet,

but for a mission like the astraeus,

we're looking for the best of the best.

Are you up to the challenge?

Oh, look, there's Dr. Holly marten,

foremost authority on launch vehicle design.

And let's not forget titan.

So, if a six—month scientific sojourn

with 20 of the world's greatest minds

sounds like the getaway of a lifetime,

then submit your application today.

Time's running out.

Global dynamics wants you!

Dr. Fargo, hi,

my magnetoplasma generator is perfect

for the astraeus rover on titan.

Dr. Marten, I have developed a chamber

that suspends the ftl traveler in a controlled dream state.

Okay, people, no harassing the vips, okay?

I'm extremely sorry.

They've all got space fever.

It's really very exciting. Please.

And anxiety provoking.

I do not... do not care for crowds.

Well, I will do my best to keep the lines at bay.

You, sit.

Eat. Now!

Sorry.

So, Holly,

given your discomfort with humans,

I'd be perfectly happy to take the lead during the interview process.

That's very thoughtful, Dr. Fargo,

but I will be able to manage.

How many applicants do we have?

Three hundred and eighty-seven that need to be pared down to a final crew of 20.

Maybe I'll just evaluate the tech side while you ask the questions.

Splendid idea!

Dr. Fargo, looking rather dapper today.

Parrish, that was a...

The tie you've picked out almost makes your head look normal size.

Was more what I expected.

And Dr. Marten, might I add

you are looking fetching.

Oh, thank you.

That's probably an attempt to get on my good side for your interview.

No, ma'am, I am merely stating an empirical fact.

Oh, well, in that case...

What do you want, Parrish?

Oh, it's not what I want. It's what you want.

Presenting the latest in interstellar molecular gastronomy.

My limacoids are a nutritionally perfect food.

They will provide for every dietary need on titan.

Mmm. Tastes like chicken. Don't they?

Save it for the interview.

Come on. This is a freshly baked batch.

Bet you can't eat just one.

Oh, not bad.

Not bad.

What are limacoids anyway?

Banana slugs.

Sarah: Good morning, Dr. Blake.

Good morning, Sarah.

Good morning, sheriff.

Wow. Wow, you look... you...

Thank you.

Mmm. Mmm.

Oh, is it coffee breath?

No, no, I still can't shake this headache.

Well, maybe you should have someone look at it then.

I don't like doctors.

No, I... and yes, I see the irony.

What's this?

Oh. Baseball hall of fame.

Planning your escape?

Planning our escape.

Okay, so, see, you, me,

kev, Jenna, this summer,

we go and find out that america's favorite pastime

doesn't happen in a lab.

Mmm. And you're planning this for all of us?

Uh... yeah.

Too soon? It's... it's too soon.

I love it.

I was thinking July.

Oh, better make it August.

The astraeus mission interviews start today

and I'm prepping for the physical exams.

Space.

Uh, competition for that is going to be fierce.

Yeah, Fargo has us looking at some new high-tech security thing.

Has to be seen to be believed.

Sarah: Good morning, Zane. Good morning, Sarah.

I'm detecting a change in your electrolytes since you arrived last night.

Would you like a sports drink?

No, thanks, Sarah, I'm good.

'Sup?

Both: 'Sup?

Uh, later.

Not a word.

Don't.

You're early, Lupo.

But I can think of a way to help pass the time until the others get here.

Take a seat.

I am sorry, Zane, but last night was it.

I thought the night before was it.

And the night before that.

Oh. I could come back if you need a minute or longer.

It's fine, Carter.

Okay, people, I have interviews starting in five minutes,

so let's get the show on the road. Okay.

Uh, the need for heightened security around the astraeus mission

requires the most advanced law enforcement technology global dynamics can offer.

Zane, show them the hardware.

Meet my pals.

Predictive algorithm lenses.

Think of them as an early warning security system,

predicting problems before they happen.

Like a weather forecast for trouble.

Partly cloudy with a chance of global catastrophe.

All right, relax.

Locked and loaded.

Whoa.

What is all that?

The pals scan and analyze potential security and safety risks.

Then they play the outcomes in live action,

giving you a variable time frame for them to become reality.

Yeah, it's like having your own professor Xavier.

Who's professor Xavier?

Okay, I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that.

Anyway, I designed the pals

to predict accident hazards at the workplace,

as well as behavior assessment for law enforcement.

Why don't you tell us what you see, Lupo?

Well, the wiring in the electroculogram recorder,

it has a short circuit,

and it needs to be fixed.

Wait, I'm getting something else.

Not something you like?

Not really.

Calculating every risk in Eureka is impossible.

Yeah, well...

Not if you have a big enough hard drive.

Thanks to a few hundred gallons of thermal displacement fluid,

my pal's quantum processor can handle anything.

So the lenses can measure the human factor?

Sure. Heart rate, perspiration, adrenaline.

They'll actually quantify physiological response,

emotional states, as well as physical movements.

All right, chief, you're up.

No, I don't like stuff getting stuck in my eye.

I like, you know, sight and instincts.

I'm... I'm a real cop.

Not... notlike...

Real cop?

I'm a real cop. Seriously?

Real cop.

Lupo.

I'm on my way.

Parrish is having, uh, security code trouble.

You should join me, Carter.

This may be a job for a real cop.

You're going to milk this, aren't you?

Obviously.

All right, well, see you later, Lupo.

Don't count on it.

Jo: Go ahead and ask. Carter: No idea what you mean.

I had to get it out of my system... yeah.

With Zane, just to be sure.

Well, watch it. There are other people involved.

Other female people, like my daughter.

I didn't mean for this to happen.

So it's just a one—time thing? Yes!

Except for the other few times... well, this time is it.

How long have you guys been getting this out of your system?

Five or six weeks, but it's over.

Five weeks? Now we can move on.

Finally.

What is the problem, Dr. Parrish?

I can't access the cooling system.

Someone is messing with my limacoids

to eliminate me from the astraeus mission.

But why? You're so much fun.

And paranoid.

Nothing wrong with your security code.

Something must be jamming the pipe.

Well, then un—jam it.

Without a fresh supply of dormancy gel,

my limacoids will expire.

Oh, well, we can't have that.

That... that... I got this.

Watch and learn.

Have at it, friend.

You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?

You're a bad person.

Oh, so cold.

I know.

The limacoid dormancy gel pulls body heat for cryosleep,

but your temperature should stabilize soon.

Okay. And in the meantime?

I'd say try a hot shower.

Thanks.

Sorry. Was I staring?

Yes.

Oh, I do that sometimes.

Now it's awkward.

What can I do for you, Holly?

Oh, it's not for me, Dr. Blake. It's for the mission.

I was going over our long list of candidates

and I noticed a name was missing.

A pretty prominent one.

You know, yours.

Oh, no, I'm not applying.

But we're talking about going into space.

You should be first in line given your expertise.

I mean... you wrote "the Blake."

Pardon?

That's funny.

But, seriously, your textbook on space medicine

didn't just set the standard, it created it.

This could be an opportunity to implement your research.

Well, thank you,

but I don't think that I'm really in the position to become a candidate.

Okay, no pressure,

but if you change your mind, let me know.

You would be a huge asset.

Sheriff,

I notice you have a little bit of limacoid in your hair.

Do you know they taste like chicken?

I did not.

Okay then.

You wrote a book?

Apparently.

This timeline gets weirder and weirder,

but there's royalties...

Wait, do you want to go into space?

What? Uh, no.

Carter, I'm a mom now and...

Come on, you're not going to get rid of me that easily.

Uh, next.

As demonstrated,

my limacoids are clearly the superior food for all forms...

Fargo: Next.

I want to conduct a study

on the impact of ftl travel

on synaptic response time.

As it relates to erectile dysfunction.

Wait, there's actually a risk of that?

The fuel cell in my magnetoplasma generator

will allow the astraeus rover pilot to travel at safe altitudes

within titan's atmosphere.

I have developed a sleep chamber,

which balances levels of Melatonin and...

Fargo: Thank you. Next.

What? Why?

Oh, I don't know, Dr. Gregor,

maybe because your chamber has a strong possibility

of putting its user in a level one gcs coma.

We're going to titan, not neverland.

My projections say yes.

Mine says no. Next.

Fargo: Your designs are impressive.

The application's well—considered. Thank you.

You're through, Dr. Dillon.

Thank you.

That was a lot

Easier than...

I'm not finished.

Fargo: Space isn't for everyone, Dr. Parrish.

I would know since I've been there.

This is ludicrous. Dr. Marten...

I'm afraid we have to be in agreement,

Dr. Parrish,

and Dr. Fargo seems surprisingly adamant.

I'm sorry.

This isn't over, Fargo.

Bye now.

Next.

Are you sure about Dr. Parrish?

Look, Holly, I know people and he is bad news.

All right, well, let's see.

I was the engineering team leader on six space shuttle missions.

I have adapted my immersion projection system

to prepare the astraeus crew for life on titan.

This simulation was built

from the latest scans on titan's surface.

Holly: It's beautiful.

Indeed. Although, at 94 kelvins

I wouldn't exactly call it a tropical getaway.

Impressive.

You know what I like about you?

Everything.

We're putting you through to the next round.

Thank you.

Twenty—six down, only 361 more to go.

At this rate, we'll be through this round by the end of the week.

I told you not to worry.

Mmm.

Are you okay?

I have to say, Dr. Fargo,

that was very impressive.

Not that I expected that you wouldn't be,

it's just... uh, whatever.

You know what I'm saying.

Thank you?

And please just call me Douglas.

I think I was drawn to space travel just to get some perspective.

You know?

There's something comforting about

knowing that all our human drama

doesn't amount for a blip in the universe.

Out there, it's infinite possibility.

Fargo: And we're just a pale blue dot.

Carl sagan was one of my heroes.

He died on my birthday.

It was sad.

So, um, I was wondering about the possibility

of maybe grabbing a bite to eat later on?

Sure.

We could start comparing notes on the candidates,

dividing them into groups for the next phase.

I was thinking of something

a little more off the clock,

like, say, dinner.

Um, I'd like that,

Douglas.

Why the frown, frosty?

Uh, Holly's trying to recruit Allison

to be the medical director for the mission.

Wow, that is great for Allison.

Yeah. Yeah. I mean it's...

It's six months away and a billion miles from here.

I think it's halfa billion.

Hey, a lot of people make long distance relationships work.

Being on another planet is a little more than being long distance.

I think titan's a moon.

You're missing the point.

Hang on, I'm getting some warnings.

You think your work is more important than mine, Dillon?

I don't know!

I'll let you know when I get to titan, my boy.

Everybody out! Everybody out!

Everybody out! Everybody out!

Dr. Parrish!

Jo: Hey!

Uh!

What the hell are you doing

with a combustible element outside of a secure lab?

My thought exactly.

I got nowhere with diagrams.

I had to present the real thing.

Oh, great idea.

Just take this back to the propulsion lab

before I have you both redacted.

Fine. Whatever.

Idiot. Dumbass!

Hmm.

So, you ready to try on a pair of pals now?

I think so.

Can I get one lens tuned to ESPN?

The... sure.

Mmm.

You okay?

Oh, yeah, I, um,

just have a migraine.

Ah, well, you know it's probably the newfound fame

going to your head.

I've heard about "the Blake."

You know, Henry,

I had planned to expand my dissertation into a book,

but then Kevin's father died and life took a turn.

But you did write the book, I mean, in another timeline.

And the astraeus crew would be lucky to have you.

Hey, guys. Hey.

Am I, uh, interrupting?

Uh, no, I was just congratulating our published author

and discussing

a once in a lifetime opportunity to go to titan.

You don't want to go?

I mean that's... That's what you said.

I couldn't leave what I have here for six months,

so no, I'm not interested.

But you guys are in the middle of something

so I'll, uh,

catch up with you in a bit.

Okay. Okay.

Check in on you later.

Allison, look, I...

I mean, I understand. I don't mean to push.

No, Henry, I appreciate your support.

Another time maybe.

Well, that's the point. This is another time.

So, uh, how are you liking your new pals?

I don't know.

I mean, they're just guessing, right?

It's not like they're 100% accurate.

Well, they're pretty damn close.

Hmm.

Hey, you seeing this?

Yeah.

Gee!

Ew! Here.

Take smaller bites.

First, Fargo humiliates me

and now you won't even let me masticate in peace?

Well, not in public.

It means to chew.

I know.

I am finished with all of you.

I will be destabilizing the magnetic sheath

on my Nitroglycerin mix, if anyone cares.

Carter?

You see that prediction?

Cataclysmic means bad, right?

Jo: A head wound.

What happened to him?

What was that, Jo? I don't know.

But the pals said it's 96% certain

it'll happen in the next couple hours.

The pals say?

What, are we going to jump every time

our hugely uncomfortable contact lenses tell us?

Everything they've predicted has happened and Zane...

Um, guys, you're scaring the customers, so...

Look, I'll tell Zane what we saw.

He'll be able to isolate the factors that led to the prediction.

All right, I'll talk to Parrish.

He said he was, um...

Destabilizing some Nitroglycerin.

Yeah. Okay.

All right, everybody, if I can have your attention please?

Calmly get your way out of cafe diem

and away from main street, please.

Um, why?

No idea. Just do it.

Oh. Okay.

All right, everybody. Yeah, thank you.

Sorry, sir. Yeah, everybody. Thank you very much.

Dr. Lee: You're running this thing, son?

What are you, 12?

Dr. Lee, is it?

I prefer generalissimo, but Dr. Lee will do.

Ah, well, I see your focus

is experimenting with the effects of gamma radiation.

I've produced some surprising results.

Don't you think you're just a titch too old for space travel?

Don't make me angry, son.

You wouldn't like me

when I'm angry.

Sorry, generalissimo.

Next.

Hmm.

So, an explosion outside cafe diem?

You see direction, details, injuries?

Some.

But it happened really fast.

And I haven't had a reading from your pals since.

Yeah, because since Carter's pals went online,

somethi ng's overtaxi ng the system.

I just gotta figure out what.

Well, do it fast. We don't have much time.

Where have I heard that before?

Just fix the lenses, Zane, before someone gets hurt.

Whatever you say, Jo-Jo.

Let me get this straight,

you are accusing me of something I might do?

Well, when you... when you say it like that, it sounds...

Asinine,

moronic,

slanderous.

Are you having a seizure?

No, I...

Okay, look,

we have to wear these predictive contact lenses

and they saw an explosion coming

when you stormed out to deal with your Nitroglycerin,

which goes boom, so...

I use a few micrograms

to increase oxygen catalyzation for my limacoids.

I put it in my slug food.

Oh. Yeah.

It's for nutrition, not napalm.

Parrish,

when they cut you from the astraeus project,

you were very vocal about being done with everyone.

Because you're all imbeciles!

The astraeus project is the biggest thing

to happen in the world of science in a millennium.

I deserve to be part of it.

Everyone wants to go.

And anyone who says othennise is lying.

Jo: Get anything from Parrish?

Uh, mostly insults.

But I don't think he's involved. And my pals are useless.

Zane's trying to get them back online.

He said something's overtaxing the system.

You didn't tell him, did you?

Not about him. I, uh...

I want him to stay focused.

Good. Good.

There's no point starting a widespread panic

when we're not even sure if these things are working.

Now, when... when you saw Zane, did he have the head bandage?

Like in the prediction?

Good. So some things could still change.

Yeah.

You look distressed. Did something happen?

Uh, not yet.

What?

The pals picked up a prediction,

but we're working on avoiding it.

Oh, okay, good.

Well, we've got to get back to the interviews.

It's going great.

Douglas almost has a sixth sense about people.

He just, uh, can read them like a book.

Can he now?

Yeah. It's kind ofuncanny.

Thirty seconds, he just knows.

Well, Douglas, that's impressive.

Yeah. Anywho, got to get back to work.

Titan isn't coming to us.

Holly, uh, Douglas is going to catch up with you in just a second.

Okay? Fargo, let's go for a walk.

Okay, then, I'll just get started alone.

With this long line of people.

Candidate 3: Hey! Dr. Marten! Candidate 4: Dr. Marten!

Fargo has something to say.

I may have borrowed a pair of pals for personal use.

What?

Man, no wonder the system's crashing.

It's only meant to support two pair at a time!

You could have told me that in your demonstration.

Whoa, wait, this doesn't look good.

No, the core's overheating

because the system is trying to process too much information.

Take them off, Fargo!

No hitting!

Well, that's it. The pals are offline.

Wait, for how long? Maybe for good.

See what you did?

What's the big deal anyway?

Main street is about to be leveled

and the pals were the only thing that could show us how.

That is what you call a situation?

Again you could have told me!

Well, we have no idea if what we saw is going to happen.

Zane could die.

What? Ow! Damn it!

What are you staring at?

How could you not tell me, Lupo?

I was going to. I just...

When you finally got around to it?

Would you hold still please?

Right! Because I wouldn't want to get an infection,

before I'm blown up into a billion pieces!

Look, you can kill each other later.

We have less than 90 minutes.

Well, the pal system's crashed.

It could take weeks to get it back online.

Without the lenses, we're flying blind.

Well, for gathering new information maybe,

but what about the data you already recorded?

Well, if the hard drive is okay,

we could check with Henry to see

if his immersion projection system could handle

the conversion process of the pal memory files.

It's worth a shot.

All right, I'll pull... I'll pull the hard drive.

Thanks.

I gotta get these out.

Oh, okay. Sit down. I'll do it.

Ready? Yeah.

Well, yeah.

Oh! Whoa!

Dry socket!

Yeah, could've warned... Could've mentioned that.

That could have been mentioned.

So a good day, huh?

Yeah, epic. Epic.

Yeah, first time I've ever worked on a crisis

before it actually happened.

Well, I think that we have all realized

that our future is not set in stone.

We're going to figure this out.

Yeah.

You can go to titan.

I mean, you wrote a space book.

A book on space medicine, but that's...

But it was your dream.

I let go of that dream a long time ago.

Well, now you got a second chance.

Okay?

I can take care of them.

Kevin and Jenna.

You would do that?

Well, we'd miss you like crazy, but...

Yeah, we'd be okay.

Just think about it, okay?

Okay.

The hard drive looks okay.

Here, take it to Henry and see what he can find out.

I'm going to try to get the system back up.

You, uh, coming, real cop?

Yeah.

Hey, sorry I abandoned you like that.

How'd it go?

You know what? It was okay.

I mean, I don't know how it was for them,

but, uh, I feel kind of exhilarated.

Like we were connecfing.

Sometimes you just have to face your fear, right?

So, do you want to call in the next victim?

Actually, there's something I have to tell you, Holly.

I'm not the fearless leader you think I am.

In truth, I'm actually just as insecure as you.

No, in the interviews you're so...

I used a pair of Zane's pals

to do some psychological profiling.

That's...

That's kind of major.

I know, but they really helped me assess the candidates.

And, I admit I may have been a little overzealous in dismissing some of them,

but I think I just really wanted to impress you.

So you made your choices based on

what an experimental technology told you to do?

Kind of.

Douglas, this mission is a huge responsibility.

It's my responsibility

and I take that very seriously.

I just...

I need to take a moment to decide what...

We're done for today.

So I guess dinner's off.

The pals keep a visual record of what you see,

similar to the dvr on your TV.

These are some of the most complex files I've ever seen.

But I've been able to extract enough data

to recreate some key elements.

Well, anything you can show us would help.

And it'll continue to render and provide more detail over time.

It's kind of creepy.

Tell me about it.

I should have told him.

I should have warned Zane about what we saw.

Save him.

He'll get over it.

The data we've been able to pull will show

the prediction in cafe diem

from just before the explosion.

Okay, um, can you...

Can you play this back again but more slowly?

Sure.

Carter: Stop.

Yeah. There.

There was a shockwave before the flames.

Well, the timing between the shockwave

and the flame would be a matter of milliseconds.

And dependent on the point of detonation.

Mmm.

Let's take a look outside. Okay.

It's starting to render.

Oh, wow.

Jo: What is it?

Explosion didn't start downtown.

It started at g.D.

Carter: It's going to wipe out the town.

I want any unstable projects secured

and all g.D. Personnel evacuated in 15 minutes.

We only have 20.

Well, that gives us five to spare.

Take your security teams,

do a sweep of the building

make sure no one gets left behind.

Already in process and they're almost clear.

Oh.

Zane's almost got the pal system running again. I'm going down.

Keep me apprised.

Dr. Marten,

you're overseeing the transfer of the ftl drive.

Yes. It's already being moved to a secure location offsite.

Okay, great. You should stay with it

and I'll get in touch with you as soon as

everything in here is under control.

What?

I knew you had it in you.

Man on P.A.: Security alert.

Thanks.

Carter: Man, if I had this

when I was a marshal on crime scene investigation,

that'd be easy.

Henry: Yeah, and this will be great for the astraeus crew.

I mean, they'll know titan like it was... main street.

Yeah.

Hey, um, how is grace with you applying for the mission?

Oh, she's been amazing.

I mean, she knows that going to space has always been a dream

so she's ready to support it.

Good. Yeah...

Because, uh,

I told Allison that I'd... That I'd support her.

That's huge.

Well, yeah... So, what'd she say?

Well, she didn't have to say anything...

Carter: That Fargo's head?

Well, technically it's his bobble head.

Yeah, but that came all the way from g.D.

Debris has been found up to a mile from an explosion's origin.

Okay.

What is that?

That looks like Dillon's propellant canister.

We're running out of time. How close are you?

Well, the pal processor works by maintaining a constant magnetic field.

When Fargo's lenses overtaxed the system that field was disrupted.

We tried to jump start it with this generator,

but it keeps shutting down again.

You see? See? This is called sharing information.

Okay, listen,

I am sorry that I didn't tell you what we saw,

but I didn't know how to handle it.

I knew you cared.

Oh, god, don't flatter yourself.

Why you got to be like that? Huh?

Why can't you just relax and see where things go?

Because I've done this before.

We don't work.

We just have a spark.

Sometimes a spark is all you need.

What do you see there?

It's a bunch of burned debris.

It's a fragment from one of your propellant canisters.

It may be the cause of the explosion we're trying to prevent.

It can't be.

Itcant?

Look, you see those flames?

Here.

My propellant is plasma-based.

These flames are clearly class d,

which is a combustible metal fire.

What causes metal to combust?

On this scale, it's gotta be a massive thermal meltdown.

The pal system.

Zane?

The pal system is predicting its own failure.

It's going to...

It's going to explode.

You don't say.

We only have a couple minutes left.

Core ran too hot, vaporized the thermal displacement fluid.

We're reaching full meltdown.

We're running out of time.

All right, how do we cool it down?

Um, liquid helium might work. Carter: Great.

Or that could trigger a larger explosion.

Okay, um, we put a pin in that.

Computerized voice: Core meltdown. Five minutes.

Hey, Fargo, clear the building?

Almost, Parrish is refusing to leave without his stupid limacoids.

Does no one understand what evacuate means?

We're not exactly on the best terms right now.

He found out I used the pals to eliminate him from astraeus.

I'm on my way.

Okay, Zane...

Don't worry. We'll get out. Okay, go.

Computerized voice: Core meltdown. Five minutes to minimum safe distance.

You should go.

I'm not going anywhere.

We can figure this out together.

Parrish, forget the stupid slugs.

Right. Because throwing away my life's work is so inconsequential.

Especially to a spoiled Eureka legacy who's had everything handed to him.

What are you talking about?

I killed myself at mit while everyone was out killing orcs

and pillaging villages and getting all sorts of Booty.

I'm sure it didn't hurt to have good old grandpa

Pierre Fargo's name to open up all those doors for you either.

And then you slammed those doors shut in my face.

Okay, I admit I may have been a little harsh during your evaluation,

but if we survive this, I will give you a do-over.

Happy?

Oh, hello.

What the hell is everyone still doing here?

Sheriff, relax, my limacoids are ready for transport.

Wait, that's it, the...

The dormancy gel.

Could the dormancy gel pull the heat away from the pal processing core?

At those temperatures it's effective...

Yes or no?

Maybe.

Good. Close enough.

Fargo, can you reroute the dormancy gel to the cooling chamber?

On it.

Great. I'll keep Jo and Zane in the loop.

Security alert.

Are you sure this is going to work?

I think we're all probably going to die.

So why are you still here?

Legacy or not, I'm the head of g.D.

If it's going down, I'm going down with it.

Security alert.

We're out of time, Fargo!

It's on its way!

Get that Jo?

Yeah, I got it. It's coming right at us.

Okay, we're all clear on this side.

Computerized voice: Core meltdown. Sixty seconds

to minimum safe distance.

Where the hell is it?

Where the hell is it?

Uh, Carter...

Fargo, you sure you sent it to the right place?

Dude, it should be there already.

Computerized voice: Core meltdown. Forty—five seconds.

Okay, the system's not responding.

We're going to have to open that valve manually

from inside the pool, after I bypass the security gate.

Jo: Okay. Got it!

Careful, Jo, I'm right behind you.

Computerized voice: Core meltdown. Thirty seconds.

Twenty-nine.

Twenty—eight.

Twenty—seven.

Twenty—six.

Twenty—five.

Twenty—fou r.

Zane: Hurry up, Jo. Pressure's building.

Twenty—two.

Twenty—one.

Core meltdown. Twenty seconds. Nineteen...

It's working!

Lupo, get out of there.

I can't. The steam's too hot.

Oh!

Twelve, eleven...

Core meltdown. Ten seconds.

Zane!

Zane, where are you?

Eight. Seven.

Jo: Okay.

Six.

I got you.

Five.

Meltdown averted.

Core temperature stabilized.

Thank you for being there for me.

My pleasure.

But that was the last time.

Meltdown averted.

Core temperature stabilized.

Is he still staring?

Yeah. Jo, I thought it was over.

It was. It is.

Whatever it is,

I don't even know anymore.

Mmm.

Well,

why don't you just let it be

instead of trying to put a label on it?

Let it be.

That's your sage advice.

That's it.

Yeah. Yeah.

Maybe. Maybe.

Here's your order, sheriff.

There should be plenty for the kids, too.

Okay, thanks, Vince. I'll see you later.

Holly: The ftl is securely back at g.D.

And we'll restart the selection process again tomorrow.

This time without the pals.

And I'm even giving Parrish another shot.

That's very big of you, Douglas.

Listen, if you want to compare notes,

I'd still like to take you to dinner.

I don't think so.

Right. Understandable.

I meant that I don't want to work,

but something more off the clock might be nice.

Vveh, okay,

but in the spirit of new beginnings and full disclosure,

I have to confess.

I saw a prediction of you kissing me.

No pressure.

Me kissing you?

Go figure.

Douglas, the lenses show potential security risks.

Now it's awkward.

I should go.

I'm sorry, Douglas.

Douglas Fargo,

too dangerous to love.

So, uh, how's it going there with "the Blake"?

I love it. It's... it's great.

First page was great,

second page, magic.

I don't even want... Yeah, it's...

You're... you're gifted.

Oh, you know what?

I have been thinking about your offer

and as sweet as it is,

I will not be going on the mission.

But this is your dream.

It was.

But now this is.

I have a great life here,

and I don't want to miss a minute of it.

Besides, there's this guy that I've been seeing.

Oh, you can't... not for a man.

Who is it? I'll kick his ass.

He's a good guy?

Mmm. Yeah?

Good kisser? Yeah.

Oh.

Hey, Henry, this better be good.

Hey, what's going on?

Hey, Jack.

Fargo asked me to keep scanning the hard drive

from the pals system looking for any other significant security threats.

And you found one?

From earlier today.

One frame.

I just thought you should see it.

I'm sure you didn't even notice it.

Yeah, that was...

So Allison's a threat?

These thing's have been glitchy since we turned them on.

Yeah, yeah, but they're still surprisingly accurate.

Look, Jack, this may mean nothing.

I just...

I just thought you should know.

Right.