All language subtitles for Eureka.S04E13_[English] (SUBRIP)

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.

(FARGO READING)

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!

(EXHALES)

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.

(GAGGING)

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.

Is...

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.

(MUMBLES)

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.

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, 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?

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 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... Not like...

Real cop?

I'm a real cop.
Seriously?

(SOFTLY) 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.

(GASPS)

(CHUCKLING)

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?

(CHUCKLES) 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 morn
now and... (CHUCKLING)

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

(CLEARS THROAT)
easier than...

Uh...

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: (GASPS) 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, urn, 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.

Oh.

Urn, 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
half a 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!

(GRUNTS)

Uh!

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.
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, urn,

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.

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.

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 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.

(CHOKING)

Hey, you seeing this?

Yeah.

Gee!

Ew! Here.

Take smaller bites.

Ah.

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?

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

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...

Urn, 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, urn...

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.

Urn, 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,

something's overtaxing 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
otherwise 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?

No.

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
of uncanny.

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.

(CRACKLING)

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.

(GRUNTS)

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.

Urn...

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
connecting.

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.

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...

(STAMMERING)

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.

(SIGHS)

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 Café Diem

from just before
the explosion.

Okay, urn, can you...

Can you play this back
again but more slowly?

Sure.

(BEEPING)

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.

(PHONE BEEPING)
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 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.

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, urn, 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.

(LAUGHS) 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.

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.

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?

Urn, liquid helium might work.
CARTER: Great.

Or that could trigger
a larger explosion.

Okay, urn, 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 ores

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.

(BEEPING)

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Core meltdown.
Forty-five seconds.

(BEEPING)

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.

(BEEPING)

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Core meltdown.
Thirty seconds.

Twenty-nine.

Twenty-eight.

Twenty-seven.

Twenty-six.

Twenty-five.

Twenty-four.

(GRUNTING)

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

Twenty-two.

Twenty-one.

Core meltdown. Twenty seconds.
Nineteen...

(DOOR CLANGING)

It's working!

Lupo, get out of there.

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

Oh!

Twelve, eleven...

(SHOUTS)

Core meltdown. Ten seconds.

(GRUNTING)

Zane!

Zane, where are you?

Eight. Seven.

JO: Okay.

Six.

I got you.

Five.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MACHINE BEEPING)
Meltdown averted.

Core temperature stabilized.

Thank you for
being there for me.

My pleasure.

But that was
the last time.

Meltdown averted.

(LAUGHING)

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.

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.

(CHUCKLING)

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.

(PHONE RINGING)
Oh.

(CHUCKLING)

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.