All language subtitles for Eureka.S04E13

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 $20 billion 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.

You're about to have
quite an adventure.

A brighter tomorrow...

Today.

Adventure,
excitement, space.

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 Martin,

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 magneto plasma generator
is perfect for

the Astraeus rover...

Dr. Martin,
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?

387 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, you're looking
rather dapper today.

- Parrish, that was...
- The tie you've picked out

almost makes your head
look normal-sized.

Was more what I expected.

And, Dr. Martin, 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.

Mm.

- 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.

Mm. Not bad.
Not bad.

What are limacoids, anyway?

Banana slugs.

Good morning,
Dr. Blake.

Good morning, S.A.R.A.H.

Good morning, sheriff.

Wow.

Wow, you look...
You...

- Come here.
- Thank you.

Mm.

Mm...

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.

Mm.

And you're planning this
for all of us.

We... yeah.

Is it...

Too soon? It...

It's too soon.

I love it.

- I was thinking July?
- Mm-hmm.

Mm, oop.
Better make it August.

The Astraeus mission interviews
start today

and I'm prepping for
the physical exams.

Space.

Ah, competition for that's
gonna be fierce.

Yeah,
Fargo has us looking at

some new high-tech
security thing.

It has to be seen to
be believed, so...

Morning, Zane.

I'm detecting a change in
your electrolytes

since you arrived last night.

Would you like
a sports drink?

No, thanks, S.A.R.A.H.,
I'm good.

'Sup?

'Sup?

Ah, later.

Not a word.

Um, um...

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.

What?

I thought the night before
was it.

And the night before that.

No?

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, well, 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 P.A.L.s.

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 this?

Uh, the P.A.L.s
scans 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 gonna pretend
you didn't just say that.

Anyway, I designed
the P.A.L.s

to predict accident hazards
at the workplace,

as well as behavior assessment
for law enforcement.

Huh.

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

Oh, the, uh,
wiring in the electrocular

gram recorder,
it has a short circuit.

It has to be fixed.

Wait,
I'm getting something else.

Found something you like?

No. 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 P.A.L.'s quantum processor
can handle anything.

So the lenses can measure
the human factor?

Sure.

I mean, heart rate,
perspiration, adrenaline.

They'll actually quantify
physiological response,

emotional states,
as well as physical movements.

All right, chief, you're up.

Nah, I don't like stuff
getting stuck in my eye.

I like, you know, sight and...
and instincts and I'm...

I'm a, I'm a real cop,
not like...

Real cop?

- I'm a real cop.
- Seriously?

Oops. Got a call.

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 gonna milk this,
aren't you?

Obviously.

All right, well,
see you later, Lupo.

Don't count on it.

- Go ahead and ask.
- No idea what you mean.

I had to get it out of
my system 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.

Well, except for
the other few times...

Well, this time is it.

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

Like, five or six weeks.
But it's over.

And 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, uh, paranoid.

Nothing wrong with
your security codes.

Something must be
jamming the pipe.

Well, then, unjam it.

Without a fresh supply
of dormancy gel,

my limacoids will expire.

Oh, well,
we can't have that.

That, that...

I got this.

Okay.

- Watch and learn.
- Have at it, friend.

You knew this was gonna
happen, didn't you?

You're a bad person.

Ha!

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

- Oh. It's 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.
- Mm.

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
giving your expertise.

I mean, you wrote the Blake.

- Pardon?
- Oh, 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, um, 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.

Did you know they taste like
chicken?

I did not.

Okay, then.

Here.

You wrote a book?

Apparently.

This timeline
gets weirder and weirder.

But there's royalties,
which...

- Would you wanna go into space?
- What? No.

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

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

Next.

As demonstrated,
my limacoids are clearly

the superior food
for all forms...

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 magneto plasma 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 as...

Thank you, next.

What? Why?

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

Maybe because your chamber
has the 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.

Your designs are impressive,

your application's
well-considered.

You're through, Dr. Dillon.

Thank you.

It was a lot easier than...

I'm not finished.

Space isn't for everyone,
Dr. Parrish.

I would know,
since I've been there.

This is ludicrous.
Dr. Martin...

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.

- It's beautiful.
- Indeed.

Although at 94 Kelvins,

I wouldn't exactly call that
a tropical getaway.

Impressive.

You know what I like
about you?

Everything.

We're putting you through
to the next round.

Thank you.

26 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.

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.

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 can 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.

Oh.

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.

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 half a billion.

But, 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, slime boy.

Everybody out.
Everybody out.

Everybody out!
Everybody out!

- What is it, Jo?
- Dr. Parrish.

Parrish!

Oh...

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.
- Dumb ass.

Oh...

Hmm.

So you ready to try on
a pair of P.A.L.s now?

I think so.

Could I get one lens
tuned to ESPN? The...

Sure.

Mm.

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.

Uh, I was just congratulating
our published author

and discussing
a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity

to go to Titan.

Did you...

You didn't want to go.

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

Yeah...

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

so no, I'm not interested.

You guys are,
are in the middle of something,

so I'll, uh...

Catch up with you in a bit.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Check in on you later.

Bye.

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 P.A.L.s?

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.

Hey, you seeing this?

Yeah.

Ew! Get...
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.

See that prediction?

Cataclysmic means bad,
right?

What happened to him?

- Ah.
- What?

What was that, Jo?

I don't know,
but the P.A.L. said

it's 96% certain

it will happen
in the next couple hours.

Well...

What, are we gonna jump
every time

our hugely uncomfortable
contact lenses tell us?

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

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 could 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. Oh, okay.

All right, everybody.
Yeah. Thank you.

Sorry, sir.
Yeah, everybody.

Thank you very much.

You're running this thing,
son?

What are you, 12?

Dr. Lee, is it?

I'd prefer generalissimo,

but, uh, 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.

Some explosion
outside Cafe Diem?

You see, uh, direction,
details, injuries?

I have some. Um...

But it happened
really fast.

And I haven't had a reading
from your P.A.L.s since.

Yeah, because since
Carter's P.A.L.s went online,

something's overtaxing
the system.

Now I just gotta
figure out what.

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 used a few micrograms
to increase

oxygen catalyzation
for my limacoids.

You...

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 otherwise
is lying.

Get anything from Parrish?

Uh, mostly insults,

but I don't think
he's involved.

And my P.A.L.s are useless.

Yeah, Zane's trying to
get them back online.

He said something's
overtaxing the system.

Okay, you didn't tell him,
did you?

No, not about him.

I uh, I want him
to stay focused.

Good.

Well, there's no point
in starting a widespread panic

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

Now when you saw Zane,
did he have the,

the head bandage
like in the prediction?

No.

Good.

So some things
could still change.

Yeah.

You look distressed.
Did something happen?

Uh, not yet.

What?

The P.A.L.s picked up
a prediction,

but we're working on
avoiding it.

Oh, okay, good.

Well, we gotta 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 of uncanny.

30 seconds, he just knows.

Well, Douglas,
that's impressive.

Anyhoo,
gotta get back to work.

Titan isn't coming to us.

Holly,
uh, Douglas is gonna

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.

Hey, Dr. Martin.

Fargo has something to say.

I may have borrowed
a pair of P.A.L.s.

For personal use.

What?

Man, no wonder
the system's crashing.

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

But you could have told me
that in your demonstration.

Whoa, wait.
This doesn't look good.

Well, 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 P.A.L.s 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 P.A.L.s 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 gonna happen.

Zane could die at any...

What? Ow!
Damn it.

What are you staring at?

How could you not tell me,
Lupo, hmm?

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

from blowing into
a billion pieces!

Oh, look, you can
kill each other later.

We've got less than
90 minutes.

Well,
the P.A.L.s 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?

Um, 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 P.A.L. memory files.

It's worth a shot.

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

All right, all right,
thanks.

I gotta get these out.

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

- Ready?
- Yeah. Pull...

Yep.

Oh! Whoa!

Dry socket.

You could have war...
could have 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 gonna figure this out.

Yeah.

Um...

You can go to Titan,
if...

I mean,
you wrote a space book.

A book on space medicine.

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, I'd miss you
like crazy,

but...

Yeah, we'd, 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 gonna try to get
the system back up.

You, uh, coming,
uh, real cop?

Yeah.

Hey.

Sorry I abandoned you
like that.

How did 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 connecting.

Sometimes you just have
to face your fear, right?

So do you wanna 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 P.A.L.s

to do some psychological
profiling.

Oh.

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, uh...

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

We're done for today.

So I guess dinner's off.

The P.A.L.s keep a visual
record of what you see

similar to the DVR
on your TV.

Now 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 could
show us would help.

And it'll continue to render

and provide more detail
over time.

That's kind of creepy.

Tell me about it.

I should have told him.

We should've warned Zane
about what we saw.

You'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, I...
Can you...

Can you play this back again,
but more slowly?

Sure.

Stop. Yeah.

Right there.

So there was a shock wave
before the flames.

Well, the timing between
the shock wave and the flame

would be a matter
of milliseconds.

And dependent on
the point of detonation.

Mm.

- Let's take a look outside.
- Okay.

It's starting to render.

Oh, wow.

What is it?

The explosion doesn't start
downtown.

It started at GD.

And it's gonna wipe out
the town.

I want any unstable projects
secured

and all GD 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
P.A.L. system running again.

- I'm going down.
- Keep me apprised.

Dr. Martin, you're overseeing
the transfer of the FTL drive.

Yes, it's already being moved
to a secure location off-site.

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.

Thanks.

Man.

If I had this when
I was a marshal,

crime scene investigation,
it'd be easy.

Yeah, this'll be great
for the Astraeus crew.

I mean, they'll know Titan
like it was,

was main street.

Yeah.

Hey, um...

How was 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. Good.

'Cause, uh...

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

Ha! That's huge!

- Well, yeah.
- So what did she say?

Well, she didn't have
to say anything.

Is that Fargo's head?

Well, technically,
it's his bobble-head.

Yeah, but that came
all the way from GD.

Well, debris has been
found up to a mile

from an explosion's origin,
so...

- Okay.
- Um...

What is that?

That looks like Dillon's
propellant canister.

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

Well,
the P.A.L. processor works

by maintaining
a constant magnetic field.

When Fargo's lenses
overtaxed the system,

that field was disrupted.

I'm trying 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, don't flatter yourself.

Why do you gotta
be like that, huh?

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

Because
I've done this before, okay?

We...don't work.

We just have a...
spark.

Mm-hmm.

Sometimes a spark
is all you need.

What do you see there?

It's a bunch of
burnt 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.

What, it can't?

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.

- P.A.L. system.
- Come on.

Zane.

The P.A.L. system is
predicting its own failure.

It's going to...

It's going to
ex...plode.

You don't say.

We only have
a couple minutes left.

The core ran too hot

and vaporized
a thermal displacement fluid.

We're reaching full meltdown.

And we're running
out of time.

All right,
how do we cool it down?

Um, liquid helium
might work.

Great.

Or that could trigger
a larger explosion.

Okay, um...

Core meltdown,
five minutes, 15 seconds.

Hey, Fargo.
You 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 P.A.L.s

to eliminate him
from Astraeus.

I'm on my way.
If Zane doesn't fix...

Okay, don't worry.
We'll get out.

- Okay.
- Okay, go.

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,

getting all sorts of booty.

I'm sure it didn't hurt

to have good old grandpa
Pierre Fargo's team

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.

- Security alert.
- Please exit...

Oh, hello.

What the hell is everyone
still doing here?

Sheriff, relax.

My limacoids are ready
for transport.

Right, that's it.
The, the...

The, the dormancy gel.

Could the dormancy gel
pull the,

the heat away from
the P.A.L. 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 gonna work?

I think we're all probably
gonna die.

So why are you still here?

Legacy or not,
I'm the head of GD.

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

- Security alert.
- We're out of time, Fargo.

- It's on its way.
- Did you get that, Jo?

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

Okay, we're all clear
on this side.

Core meltdown, 60
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.

Core meltdown,
45 seconds.

Okay, the system's
not responding.

We're gonna have to
open that valve manually

from inside the pool after
I bypass the security gate.

Got it.

Careful, Jo,
I'm right behind you.

Core meltdown,
30 seconds.

Hurry up, Jo.
The pressure's building!

Core meltdown,
20 seconds.

It's working!

Lupo, get out of there!

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

12, 11...

Aah!

Core meltdown,
ten seconds.

Zane!

Zane, where are you?

8, 7...

- Okay.
- 6...

I got you.

5...

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.

Hmm.

Wow.

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.

Mm. 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 your later.

The FTL is securely back
at GD.

And we'll restart
the selection process

again tomorrow,
this time without the P.A.L.s.

And I'm even giving Parrish
another shot.

That's very big of you,
Douglas.

Listen,
if you wanna compare notes,

I'd still like to
take you to dinner.

- I don't think so.
- Right.

Understandable.

I meant that
I don't wanna work,

but something more
off the clock might be nice.

Well, 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.

Did you...

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

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

First page was great.
Second page, it's magic.

I don't even wanna...
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, pfft. You can't...

Not for a man, you can't...

Okay, who is it?
I'll kick his ass.

Is he...
He's a good guy?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm.
- Good kisser?

Yeah.

Hey, Henry.
This better be good.

Hi.
What's going on?

Hey, Jack.

Fargo asked me to keep scanning
the hard drive

from the p.A.L. System
looking for any other

significant
security threats.

And you've 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.

I mean, these things
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.

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