All language subtitles for Eureka.S04E4_[English] (SUBRIP)

HENRY: Previously on Eureka...

ZOE: I got offered
early admission

to an undergrad pre-med
program at Harvard.

SARAH: I still can't believe our
little girl is leaving home.

Kevin, honey?
Where are you?

Relax, morn, I'm right here.

He's different.

He doesn't have autism.

You're looking at the
head of G.D. security.

I'm running G.D.?

Yes. I will marry you.

Me marry you?
In what universe?

FARGO:
So Zane un-proposed?

In this reality, nothing
has ever even happened.

He's that snarky jerk
I first met.

(GRUNTING)

CARTER: How's Deputy Andy?

JO: Fargo says he needs to be
re-skinned and re-programed.

Space Week in Eureka.
So glad I'm leaving.

You and Grace. I mean,
she went to a conference

on neurobotic prosthetics.

Oh, that sounds like a party.
You tagging along?

She asked, but there was the
problem of the hotel room.

Yeah. Married life gets
complicated like that.

Sheriff, I've made
Zoe's favorites.

There's cupcakes, lemon
squares, Cannoli...

Ha! Freshman 15 in a box.
Tell her I said hi.

And the pièce
de résistance,

aged cheddar
maize kernels.

Oh. And one more thing.

Give her this for me.

(SCREAMS)

I think he's turning
blue, Vincent.

You have a great trip. Thanks.

I think I cracked a rib.
(CHUCKLES)

I'm not going
to do that to her.

You excited
to see Zoe?

Uh, yeah. Yeah,
a little nervous.

I'm sorry I'm going to miss
your big launch, today, Kev.

You may not be
missing anything.

Stop it. Your design
is brilliant.

Urn, did you weld the pre-igniter
in the tail service mast?

No, Morn. I decided to use
duct tape and bubble gum.

KEVIN:
(SCOFFING) Really?

I'll be
at the launch site.

Well, a rocket race
to the moon and back,

that's no pressure
on a kid.

I know. Astronautics is the one
subject he gets excited about,

but, his test burns
have been a little iffy.

I wish I could do
more to help him.

Well, it's tough
being a parent.

Yeah, especially when
you're suddenly presented

with a completely
different child.

Oh. That's what you're
afraid of with Zoe.

Never crossed my mind.

I mean, you've spoken to
her since we've been back.

She seemed
like herself.

Seemed. Yeah. I mean, when I
surprise her at school, then...

Then I'll know
if it's her.

Give her my love, okay?

Thanks.

(SIGHS)
Sheriff Carter?

Yes.
Glad I caught you.

Can you give this
to Zoe for me?

Sure, Pilar.
What is it?

It is my very own line of totally tech
cosmetics and fashion enhancements.

Great.

She is going
to love this.

I call it Match Mist
by Pilar.

What's it do?

It is the latest in
meta-material cloaking.

Okay. Say, you want your
shirt to match this napkin.

Why would I want my shirt
to match a napkin?

Oh!

Thank you, Pilar. Was
that really necessary?

Tell Zoe to save some of those
Ivy League hunks for me.

Not that she's partaking.

Okay.

So glad
I'm leaving town.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

VINCENT: Welcome, everyone,
to Eureka Rocket Days 2010,

our annual 24-hour race
to the moon and back.

Don't forget to buy your
official gift moon t-shirt.

Everything is set
for the launch, General.

(SIGHING) Have you
re-tuned the EM field?

Per your orders, sir. Our rocket
plumes will be undetectable.

Good. I don't want to
spook the North Koreans.

Last year, they mistook your little
soapbox derby as a missile attack.

No chance for that, sir.
Lupo is on top of it.

Right this way.

Uh, General Mansfield,
can I, uh, tempt you?

A Saturn Spritzer?
Titan-tini?

Cocktails, Dr. Fargo?

Just for the spectators. After
the recent unrest at G.D.,

I thought everyone needed
to decompress a little.

So name your
poison, partner.

No, thank you.

GRANT: General.

I'm sure that you're here to see
the spectacular space advances

that Global Dynamics
is making.

Yes, that's why I'm here.
And you are?

Dr. Charles Grant.

Uh, Dr. Grant is our
scientific historian.

I did CC you on
the personnel memo.

And today really is
history in the making.

Dr. Ramsey?

Yo. Check it.

My design for the Mars
colonization habitat module.

Looks like a resort.

Everyone needs
a way to relax, man.

Where's the dome?
How do you breathe?

Ah, yes, air. Very important,
especially on Mars.

Dr. Ramsey has come up with a
remarkable solution to that problem.

Peep it.

This is TAP.

Terra-forming Atmospheric
Processing fluid.

Uh, it's a radiation-activated
compound that creates oxygen.

Hmm.

Technically, it catalyzes the
photo-dissociation of oxygen

from rocks and soil to produce
a breathable environment.

Word up!

Boo-yah.

(LOW RUMBLING)

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

Hey! You want
to go for a spin?

Zane! Cut the engine!

(ENGINE POWERS DOWN)

Explain.

I clearly told you
no joyrides.

You're only allowed to operate the Sky
Cruiser from G.D. to here and back.

Yes, sir. I wouldn't want to
disobey you or the Enforcer.

Why are you allowing Donovan to operate
a 150 million dollar prototype?

Mr. Donovan is the only person
who can actually fly it.

And I did
design the thing.

You are a felon,
here on qualified parole,

with a history of
strikingly poor judgment.

He takes this responsibility
very seriously.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
Don't you?

Oh. Abso-fricking-lutely.

Larry is ready
at mission control.

Perfect.
Right on schedule.

General, Jo will show you
to the VIP seating area.

Fine.

Sir, please.
Right this way.

Report range,
go for launch.

Range, go for launch.

Range, you're
good for launch.

Roger.

T minus ten,
nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two, one...

(CROWD CHEERING)

FARGO: We have lift-off!

(PEOPLE WHOOPING)

Dr. Fargo, I had
my reservations,

but that was a very
impressive launch.

I'm glad you
enjoyed it, General.

As you can see, we have
everything under control.

Birds.
What?

Birds!

(ALL CAWING)

Oh, crap.

Zane!

Zane. Zane. Zane.

Whoa! Did you see that?

It was awesome!

(LAUGHS)

Do you realize
what you've done?

You destroyed
the prototype.

Prototype!
As in, only one!

It must have
malfunctioned.

Malfunctioned?

You're inebriated.

I am not...

Those are
pretty ribbons.

Zane. Knock it off.

What happened?

I'll tell you
what happened.

He's been indulging
in those Titan-tinis

that you've allowed
on the premises.

Hey. I am not drunk.

I was flying
back to G.D.

like little Fargo over there
with the glasses told me.

And there was
these birds.

And then, I went...

And came down.
I don't know.

Donovan.

You are going back
where you belong.

To Federal prison.

No.

I need to complete
a formal investigation.

Of What?

He was hot-rodding
under the influence,

and he just obliterated a
multi-million dollar project.

But he said he wasn't drinking.
Right, Zane?

Zane.

Sorry. I spaced
out there. What?

Lupo, I'm surprised at you.

How are you going
to handle this?

JO: Fargo.

Everyone, even Zane, is
entitled to due process.

(SNIFFS)

Detain him while you figure
out what happened here.

(IMITATES GUN FIRING)

(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh. Sorry.

Urn...

Hi.

Hey.

Uh... Hi.
Sorry, I was...

I'm looking for
Zoe Carter's room.

Dad?

Surprise.
Oh, my God.

Hi.
Hi.

What...
ls everything okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, everything's great.

Oh.

You changed your hair.

Yeah. You like?

Yeah. I mean,
I can get used to it.

So what are
you doing here?

Uh, I was going to ask him
the same question.

Oh, this is my partner.
Lab partner. Jake.

Oh.
Hey, Mr. Carter.

Hi. Uh, Sheriff Carter,
actually. As in, armed.

(LAUGHS) okay-
(LAUGHS)

Yeah.
(CAT MEOWING)

Uh, we were
just experimenting...

Studying...
Right.

Mabel here for our class
in Behavioral Psych.

Oh. Hey,
pretty kitty.

Oh. Uh...

(HISSING)

The topic is aggression.

It's going well.

(CHUCKLES)
Yeah.

Well, I'll let
you two catch up.

I'll see you at the
Big House, tonight?

Oh. No. No. If you have
plans, by all means.

No, go on.
No. It's fine.

There will be
other parties.

When I'm not at the
library, studying.

Right. Tell everyone hi for me.

Yeah. Sure.
Well, nice to meet you.

Uh, yeah.
Nice to meet you, too.

So, before I forget, here's the
care package from Vincent.

Oh.

(GASPS) Cupcakes.

Ooh. And maize kernels.

Yeah.
And...

Spray paint?

Uh, Match Mist by Pilar.

Oh, right. Meta-material cloaking.
Cool.

Yeah.

You hungry?

I'm starving.

Great. Lead me to the best
burger joint in Cambridge.

Okay.

(MEOWS)

(CAN SPRAYING)

(CAT HISSING)

VINCENT: And we have
ourselves a race!

Okay, people. Get your wallets out.
No stingy Mindies.

Come on. The game is afoot.
Cash only!

Okay, I've got you.
Oh, excuse me. Oh, my.

And Kevin Blake has just
moved into first, people.

(ALL CHEERING)

Breathalyzer
test was clean.

There's no alcohol
in his system.

Ow! Why did you do that?

Well, just hold still.
I have a race to get to.

You're pretty.
Okay.

He's obviously
on something.

Okay. Zane's anti anything that
could mess with his brain.

Uh, this Zane?

Yo, Lupo,
check the engines.

One of those crazy-ass birds
must have gotten sucked in.

On, okay.

(SIGHS)

Jo, I know that dealing with him in
this reality has been tough on you,

but you might be letting your
feelings for the Zane you knew

affect your judgment.

This room
is spinning!

I knew a part of him that
was good and honest.

I have to believe
that it's still there.

Please. Can you just
run the tests again?

See if you
find anything.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

Well, the engine
is sound.

No bird strike.

Uh, but I'll
keep looking.

If it's not this, it will be
some other fiasco with Zane.

He's trouble.

I just want to be sure.

Now, that's odd. I mean,
that's close to impossible.

The fuel tank?

That's a gas tank?

Yeah, it holds enough for 10
hours of continuous flight.

Is it damaged?
No. It's empty.

The genius bad boy
ran out of gas?

That doesn't
make any sense,

and it also doesn't explain
why he was blitzed.

I don't want
an explanation.

I want him gone.
Make it happen.

(SIGHS)

Hmm. I'm liking
the higher cheekbones.

(ENUNCIATING) Linoleum.

Aluminum.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Deputy And)'-

Andy, it's Jo.
I need a favor.

At your service,
Miss Lupo.

Can you go up
to the launch site

and see if you can
find any crows?

They may be
acting drunk.

Drunk crows.
I'm on it.

You're certainly
Mr. Nostalgia today.

Yeah, well, you know,
seeing you here at college

brings back memories
that we share.

Okay.
Sort of nice...

Hey, Zoe.

Hi.

Is that another
lab partner?

Dad, they're
just friends.

Ah. Are you still
"friends" with Lucas?

Lucas? Yeah,
he's great,

but, you know, he's
been swamped at MIT.

Oh. How is your
course load?

I mean, you okay? You still
want to be a doctor?

Yes. Lots of questions.

Huh.

Sorry. I just want to
make sure you're okay.

You know? And that your
plans for the future

are secure, and...

Oh, my God.

What, are you dying?

I'm not dying.

Well, all the reconnecting and the
reminiscing and the childhood memories...

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no. No.

(STAMMERING) No,
I'm just interested.

(SIGHS)

So Mabel liked
the care package.

Mabel, what did you do?

Where is she? Here, kitty.
Psst, psst, psst.

(YOWLING)

(HISSING)

That isn't good.

Mmm.
Yeah.

Hey.

You sound sober.

I've been sober.
I wasn't drinking,

but whatever messed with
my head just went away.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Lupo.
Yo, it's Ramsey.

Somebody's been messing
around in my lab.

Could you, like,
come and check it?

Yeah, as soon as I can.
Uh, got to go.

Andy, did you
find anything?

ANDY: Negative on
the drunken crows,

but I did find
a dead one.

Bag it and bring it back to G.D.
I want it autopsied.

I can save you time, there.
Hold, please.

Well, that's curious.

This corvus brachyrhynchos
has recently-detached retinas.

It went blind
before it died.

Can you tell why?

Inconclusive.
Old age, maybe.

Possibly environmental.

Andy, take a really
good look around,

and just see if you can find anything
unusual and report back to me.

Will do.

We may be
on to something.

There's got to be a reason you and
those crows dropped out of the sky.

I don't get it.

You love busting me.

You've busted me
tons of times.

Why do you give
a crap now?

Because you don't
have to be that guy.

And this time, they're sending
your sorry ass back to prison.

Lupo.

You're wasting your time.

Fine.

Then take off.

(DOOR OPENING)

I won't stop you.

Or you can stay and fight
to clear your name.

It's your choice.

(SIGHS)

Rust?

I'd say that qualifies
as unusual.

Hmm. I seem
to be conflagrating.

Oh, dear.

So check it.
Somebody stole my TAP.

That stuff you want
to use up on Mars?

Uh, "that stuff"
is like gold, man.

It takes forever
to produce.

And someone came in
here this morning

and helped themselves
to 522 milliliters of it.

All it does is
make air, right?

Really?

That hurts me, man.

It turns into self-propagating
oxygen if it's activated.

And then, you've got to be
careful not to inhale it.

(LAUGHS) That is
one nasty high.

You mean people can
use it recreationally?

Uh, stupid people. Yeah, you
can huff it like nitrous

if you're not going to
miss the brain cells.

Do you think
those kids took it?

What kids?

Those meddling kids.

I'm working with a bunch of
interns from the Tesla School.

No. I think I have
an idea who took it.

You've reached
Deputy Andy.

Please leave a message
after I make this tone.

Beep!

Andy? Jo. Where are you?
Call me.

Jo, you were right.

I found something. Zane's blood
tests indicate hyperoxia.

He has an excess of
oxygen in his system.

Oxygen? Yeah, I don't
know how he was exposed.

Most likely it's what
caused his disorientation.

Right.

Jo, Zane's lucky. Higher levels
can lead to cell damage,

seizures,
retinal detachment.

Blindness?

I need to do a more
thorough examination. No.

I mean, it really
isn't necessary.

He's back to his old self.
I've got to go.

I have to tell
you something.

Later. Go get Zane.
Preferably in shackles.

I can't do that. Jo,
we've been through this.

Zane isn't here.

What do you
mean he's not...

Have you made the arrangements
to transfer Donovan?

Yes, absolutely. But he's still
being debriefed by my team.

So, why don't you and
I grab a mochaccino?

Good.

(SIGHS)

VINCENT: Okay, guys.
It's intermission now,

as the rockets move around
the dark side of the moon.

So tell me, Kevin, just
one scientist to another,

what was
your inspiration?

(LAUGHS) Actually,
it was my skateboard.

Well, you see, I needed to
catch more air off the ramp,

so I came up with the
hydrogen peroxide booster.

But I'm working on an even better
launch for next year's race.

With this.

Super-compressed
hydrogen balloons.

They're going to launch my rocket
even higher into the atmosphere.

That's pretty
ingenious, pal.

Thanks.

So you only used hydrogen
peroxide to fuel this rocket?

Well, different mixtures for different stages.
Here. Check it out.

Here, Mabel.
Here, girl.

ZOE: Pilar, just tell me
how this stuff works.

PILAR: Well, duh,
how do you think?

It's a plasmonic spray
causing negative refraction.

Great. The spray diverts light
waves, so we won't see Mabel.

We'll just see what
she's in front of.

Well, that
narrows it down.

Pilar, how long
does it last?

I don't know.

It's designed
to set on fabric.

It's not going to stabilize
on a live animal's fur.

So, in other words, she'll
just keep changing.

I don't know.

Thanks, Pilar.
Super helpful.

That cat was 80%
of my final grade.

(SCREAMS) There's
something in there.

Sorry.

Found her.

VINCENT: Reacquiring signal.
And signal reacquired.

And we are back
from the dark side

with Kevin Blake still
leading the way home.

(ALL CHEERING)

Allison.
Huh?

Can I have a word with
you for a minute?

Yeah, sure.

GRANT: I don't know how to
tell you this, Allison.

It's possible Kevin may have
had an unfair advantage.

What? What are you saying?

I'm saying Kevin's
a brilliant kid,

but he may have felt pressured
into boosting his propellant

with something outside
the race parameters.

Like what?

Well, I don't know.

But the formula
he claims he used

wouldn't result in a
flare with that color.

I'm so sorry,

but I thought
you should know.

Andy, you're a robot. How
can you be unavailable?

I need you
to help me find...

Zane.

What changed your mind?

I don't know.

Nobody's ever stuck their
neck out for me before.

Did you steal
Dr. Ramsey's TAP fluid?

What are you
talking about?

If you didn't take it, then
there's got to be more to this.

I'm going up to the
crash site to find Andy

and see if I can
figure this out.

You want to come with?

Yeah, you'd be aiding
an escaped prisoner.

(CHUCKLES)
I'll arrest myself later.

ZANE: Why did
you let me go?

JO: Maybe I give you
too much credit,

but I think under
the snarky posturing

there really is
a decent guy.

The real me sounds boring.

(LAUGHS) You're too
irritating to be boring.

Funny.

You're always
busting my ass,

but once in a while, I get
this feeling about you.

What kind of feeling?

Uh...

Dizzy.

Me... Me, too.

(ACCELERATING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

I wouldn't start her. One
spark, and she could blow.

What happened?

The area's
a tad combustible.

You hang tight. I'll have
you back at G.D. in a jiff.

We're so lucky
you found us, Andy.

I'm sorry you
burst into flames.

Fortunately, I managed
to extinguish myself.

The curious thing is,
Andy can't burn.

ANDY: I assure you
I ignited, sir.

And before my
sensors melted,

they detected an unusually
high level of oxygen.

Inhale.
(INHALES)

Not to mention the steel gantries
on the launch site had rusted.

That could be the result
of rapid oxidation.

Well, how does
that happen?

Normally, the atmospheric
concentration of oxygen is 21%,

but if there's
too much oxygen,

then material that is usually
not flammable, like Andy,

catches fire
very easily.

It just takes a spark.

Like from my cell phone.

So Zane got
loopy and crashed

because there was too much
oxygen at the launch site?

Yeah. Which would
probably also explain

why he burned up
so much fuel so quickly.

Well, if it was
the oxygen,

then I'm off the hook.

We still don't know why there's
such a high concentration.

Henry, Dr. Ramsey said that
his TAP fluid is missing.

Uh, he said that it could
become self-propagating?

That's a problem.

Yeah, could be
a big one.

Uh, TAP fluid
is very stable.

The electromagnetic wavelength
necessary to activate it is precise.

But if it has been
activated somehow,

then everything around Eureka
will become as explosive as Andy.

ZOE: Can you see her?

CARTER: Well, I see tile.

(MABEL GROWLING)
Which could...

(SNARLING)

Yeah, that's her.

(GROANS)

Oh. Hey.

Should you be in here?

Dad, these are
co-ed bathrooms.

(MABEL MEOWING)

ls Mabel with you?

Uh...
No, she is in my room.

You look cold. You
should put a shirt on.

Okay. I will
see you later.

(SIGHS)

You seriously
like that guy?

Enough with the comments.
You shouldn't even...

What?

Be here.

Like, you show up, you
make a mess of my project,

and now I'm stuck
in a bathroom

when I should be
out with my friends.

Well, it's just we haven't
seen each other in so long.

Well, then,
call first.

I'm not a little
girl anymore.

I have my own life.

(SIGHS)

Oh.

You're right.
You, uh...

Yeah, you should
go to the party.

Don't give me
a guilt trip now.

No. No guilt trip.
I promise.

It, urn... I'll take
care of the cat.

(SIGHS)

(STAMMERING)
No, I... Just trying...

(SIGHING)

Well, that went well.

HENRY: The greatest concentration
of oxygen is up here,

within the highest point
of our EM field,

spreading lower
and lower,

first reaching
the launch site,

then lower down
the mountain,

until, eventually,
it will hit the town.

Then stop it
from expanding.

Yeah. Turn off the EM
field, and air it all out.

Whoa, man. What are you smoking?
You can't just release it.

My TAP's designed to work
on a planetary scale.

It will just keep leaching
oxygen from the environment.

Dr. Ramsey,
what would possess you

to create something so
potentially catastrophic?

Man, don't blame the TAP. Okay?
It's harmless on Earth.

To be activated, it would have
to be irradiated somehow,

with a very
specific wavelength.

Until then, harmless!

The first place there was
trouble was at the launch site.

Guys? That TAP fluid would
make awesome rocket fuel.

Oh, boy. We adjusted
the EM field.

We must have hit just the
right, or wrong, frequency

to activate the TAP.

I love it.
It's your fault.

Zane. The question is who used
it to boost their rocket?

(MONITOR BEEPING)

I said I didn't use it.

Kevin, it's okay.

There's no way
you could have known

the EM field
was re-tuned.

Yeah. But now, this crazy amount
of oxygen is building up,

and we need to know
exactly what you did.

What's going on, here?

They think I used Dr. Ramsey's
TAP fluid to boost my rocket,

but I didn't, Morn.
I swear. I didn't.

I know you didn't, Kevin.

How can you
be so sure?

Because I did.

What?

Honey, you had put so much
effort into your rocket,

and your test burns
weren't going well.

So you cheated?

It was just so
important to you.

So? I mean,
this is my thing, Morn.

You've been acting
like a freak for weeks,

on me all the time about everything.
And now, this?

Honey, I just didn't want
you to be disappointed.

I'd rather lose the race
than win it like this,

and you should
know that about me.

Kev...

Hey, Vin. Take my name out of
the race and put my mom's in.

JO: Allison, I know
you meant well.

And you couldn't have known
that we re-tuned the EM shield,

but there's a cloud of self-propagating
oxygen spreading toward town

and a bunch of rockets
on their way home.

Those engines are burning
until they hit the ground.

JO: So if we don't figure
out a way to stop them,

Eureka's going
to be toast.

SECURITY ANNOUNCER:
Code Orange.

All personnel report
to secure sectors three...

Should I initiate evacuation
protocols in town, sir?

No, it's safer if people
don't move around.

But I want a complete
power down

of any potential ignition
sources outside of G.D.

That means no cars,
no computers...

A“ you!
Me?

No wool sweaters!

Oh, no.

(CHUCKLES)

It washes out.
It... Ah!

(MABEL MEOWING)

Yeah. You hear
that, Mabel?

Someone is going
to get wet!

(SIGHS)

It, uh...
It washes off.

Well, you still
have to catch her.

True.

Cheddar cheese
maize kernels?

Irresistible.

You look so grown up.

Is there a frat party
you should be at, or...

And miss this?
Not a chance.

I should have called.

I shouldn't have yelled.

True. That's...
That was...

Bridge. Water.

Hmm.

So do you have any idea
where my final project is?

Urn...
(MABEL GROWLING)

Mabel sounds hungry.

Oh.

JO: You want to
blow them all up?

By activating the rockets'
self-destruct mechanisms,

we eliminate
the immediate threat.

That still leaves us
with too much oxygen.

We know the oxygen is the
problem, but first things first.

Fargo, the
self-destruct codes.

And Space Week
was going so well.

(ALARM BEEPING)

You've got to blast
them all, Fargo,

otherwise,
it's kind of pointless.

Duh. That should
have detonated.

Are you sure you entered
the correct codes?

Yes. Whose rocket
is that, anyway?

Speed's all about
lightness, people.

Those self-destruct
mechanisms are heavy.

Don't tell me
you left it out.

Okay, I won't.

But I did.
Larry!

Don't scold me,
Dr. Blake.

You didn't catch me putting TAP
fluid in my son's rocket fuel.

Hey! We only have six
hours until impact!

Can we divert it
back into orbit?

There's not enough Delta V
left for a return trajectory.

If we can't
stop the rocket,

then let's focus on
reducing the oxygen level.

Any Suggestions?

We're screwed.

Awkward .

(MEOWING)

Here she comes.

Don't make eye contact.

If I could see her eyes...
Don't make eye contact!

(YOWLING)

Yeah, Mabel.

Good Mabel.

Yeah. Who's a sweet
demon kitty?

(MABEL SNARLING VICIOUSLY)

You wanted aggression.

I think you're
going to get an A.

Yeah?

Yeah.

(MEOWS)

Oh...

Uh, it's all right.

Hey.

Look, we haven't known
each other all that long.

Maybe we've known each
other for 63 years.

It depends on
how you look at it.

I just...
I don't get it.

Why did you do it?

What were you thinking?

I wasn't.

You don't know what it's like
to have an autistic child.

Well... Not that
that is an excuse.

But I have spent his entire life
trying to connect with him,

and then I come back here,
and he is so different.

He is articulate
and independent,

and it's like
I get to start over,

and I just wanted everything
to go well, and...

Well, I think you have to
start by trusting your son.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

It's Kevin.

I guess it's time
to take my lumps.

Hey, sweetheart.

KEVIN: Morn, I know
how to fix this,

the self-propagating oxygen-

We can neutralize
the problem.

We just have to combine
it with hydrogen.

It's simple.

Well, yeah, honey.
In theory,

but that reaction
will be very explosive,

especially in these conditions.
Don't worry.

I've got this
figured out.

Wait, wait, wait. Kevin, where
are you calling me from?

(SIGHS) Mom.

I'm close by, okay?

I've got this
under control.

Kevin!

Morn, I told you
I've got this covered.

No, you get covered!

No. I have to detonate
the hydrogen gas

once the balloons
get high enough.

The whole town
will ignite.

No, Morn, it's your basic
chemical reaction.

H2O. It will put out the
flames before they get to us.

It's possible.
Possible?

GRANT: Look, that rocket is
going to be here any minute.

We've got to give Kevin's
experiment a try.

Now might be
a good time.

Look, Morn, you have
to trust me, okay?

And if we all burst into flames,
you can ground me later.

(SIGHS)

Dr. Fargo.

You are telling me that you
are trusting the fate

of a multi-billion dollar
facility to a 13-year-old boy'?

Sir, Kevin Blake
is a gifted scientist,

no matter what his age,

and his solution
could work.

And if it doesn't, you know how
quickly you can be replaced.

General, I have a contract.

I'm the head of G.D.

Figurehead
is more like it.

I placed you here.
I can take you down.

Since the town
may go up in flames,

I wanted to thank you for
not letting me hang for it.

Just doing my job.

Anyway. Thanks, JoJo.

What did you call me?

Sorry. You hate that?

Yeah, you hate that.

High enough?

High enough.
Are you ready?

Do I have a choice?

Nope.

We're set to go.

Go for it.

He says go for it.

Okay. Ready?

(SCREENS BEEPING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Grant.

Grant, what's happening?

Grant, can you hear me?

Yeah, baby! Two hydrogens
and one oxygen.

That is what
I'm talking about.

(CHUCKLING)

FARGO: Grant,
can you hear me?

Yes. Yes.
We're all safe.

It's raining.

Everyone is safe!

(LAUGHING)

LARRY: Yes!

I've got this race
in the bag.

You know, it's hardly fair since
we blew up the competition.

A win's a win.

Yeah, well, you're
coming in too fast.

It's way off target, and
that's a residential area.

We've got to get
emergency crews there, now.

Fargo, where is that?

Fargo, what's the address?

4020 Coriolis Loop.

LARRY: What?

(sums)
What?

That's my house.

(PURRING)

Yeah.

Next time she acts out, just
show her the shower head.

I'm sure that will
do the trick.

So, Mabel,
it's been a pleasure.

Not really.

There you go.

You know, my biggest fear
when I was coming here

was that I'd get here and
that you would have changed.

You have.

I'm really
proud of you.

I'm glad you're
happy here.

I am.

But, you know,
last night with Mabel,

it really made me
miss home.

Not you, but home.

(LAUGHING) Oh.

Well, it Will be there,

assuming nobody blew up
Eureka in my absence.

Dad,

is everything
really okay?

I feel like there's something
you're not telling me.

Zoe, this is one Eureka situation
that I can't tell you about,

but you don't
have to worry.

Okay. But if you
ever want to talk,

you know where
to find me.

Yeah.

I love you, Zoe.

I like your hair.
Thank you.

Well, don't tell me
Andy arrested you.

JO: Welcome back.

Evening.

Andy's my hero.

He's off being repaired
and re-skinned.

So you just miss
the office, then.

I miss my house.

Larry's rocket went boom.

No home. No Zane.

Everything
pretty much sucks.

Come on.
Get your stuff.

With Zoe gone, SARAH
could use the company.

And so could I.

I suppose I could
tolerate you.

Oh, don't get excited.
It's not permanent.

Thanks, Carter.

Yeah.

Let's go home.