All language subtitles for Eureka S05E06 Worst Case Scenario

CARTER: Previously on Eureka...

How about I spread out
a picnic in the bedroom?

You and Carter were
doing it in the matrix.

What?

Yes, but let's talk
about that later. Huh?

Now try living with your
boyfriend's matrix girlfriend.

JO: That has got to be weird.

Holy socks!
We've swapped bodies!

That better be Zane in there.

This is not my fault.

Allison's inside of Carter now.

Breathe easy, Jack. It's okay.

I'm probing my own
brain, Allie. It's so not okay.

I think that we should just
be honest with each other.

Honest about what, exactly?

I mean, haven't you ever
thought about it?

I want to tell you,

that I love you.

You're killing her! She's
dangerous! You know it!

(Electrical buzzing)

I couldn't protect
her. Neither could I.

The mainframe has found one
that's still active inside the program.

Holly?

Fargo, she might
still be in there.

(Electrical whirring)
(People clamoring)

Still nothing! The main reactor is
not responding to the restart code.

Backup power is
falling down to 22%.

Should we pull the flux
rods to boost voltage?

Sir?

Do it.

Pulling the rods.

Power still falling.

All right. What's going on?

We're under attack.

From who? Unknown!

A pulse weapon has
knocked out the power grid,

communications are down and we have
voltage spikes in the reactor turbines.

Radar is tracking
an incoming missile.

How close?

COMPUTER: 30 seconds to impact.
HENRY: Close.

The em shield will knock it out
before impact, if we can keep it online.

(Beeping)

COMPUTER: 20 seconds to impact.

(Alarm blaring)

Oh, god! Oh, god!

We just lost the em
shield. Well, that's bad.

Director? Orders?

Get the defensive missile
batteries warmed up.

We're going to have
to shoot it down.

Shoot? Computer: Ten, nine...

HENRY: Defensive batteries are red
across the board. Completely offline.

COMPUTER: Five, four,

hold on to something!
Three, two,

one.

(Exploding)

We've got fires on
levels one, three, and four.

All sections are
reporting injuries.

Dispatch emergency teams.

Sir, we've got to get
the pig in the blanket,

the bread in the basket,
the wolf in the den.

You have to get the
director to a secure bunker.

Why doesn't he just
say that? Go, go, go!

Hummingbird is flying, I
repeat, hummingbird is flying.

LARRY: Out of the way, people!

(Alarms blaring)

Debride those flash burns.
Get a liter up. He can wait.

He needs a gram of ancef
and a morphine drip.

(People exclaiming in distress)

Move, move, move, move!
Make a hole, people!

Priority package coming
through. He means "excuse me."

So, how's your day?
Well, it's been better.

Get him to surgery,
downstairs. Hey.

Guess we should postpone
our tasting with Vincent?

Yes, I think our engagement
party is low on the priority list today.

Yeah.

BOTH: Whoa!

COMPUTER: Warning, structural
integrity has fallen to 64%.

Oh, you think?

(Power shutting down)

Auxiliary power's out.

Fail-safe protocol will engage.
We're running out of time.

Gotta get the pig in
the basket. Good luck.

Okay, you, too. Now go. Yeah.

Get him in here. Go, go, go!

Calm and orderly, people.

Any time now, Zane.

If you can bypass a hemmler-ten
lock, feel free to step in.

How about we bypass your
mouth and get this done?

You love my mouth.

(Scoffs)

(Zapping) Ta-da.

Finally. Now get over to
corridor 14. You're welcome.

(Chattering on radio)

COMPUTER: Caution,
corridor six b

is contaminated with
ammonium chlorate gas.

(People coughing) Oh, crap.

LARRY: Hurry, we don't
have much time. Go!

MAN ON PA: Evacuation routes Alpha
two through six have been compromised.

All personnel, redirect to
beta routes one through four.

LARRY: No!

Don't tell me.

My office dropped
into the bunker.

Evacuation protocols
kicked in prematurely.

It's a bad time for
premature evacuation.

Uh, there's an
emergency staircase.

Yeah, that's 72 flights down.

Awesome. Let's get moving.

LARRY: Sheriff! Man down,
man down! What happened?

Support beam fell. Three ribs
broken and, uh, a ruptured spleen.

I don't think
I'm going to make it.

Well, Larry, you
can't save them all.

Let's go.
Uh, sheriff, one wrinkle.

Broke my leg. I can't walk.

(Electrical buzzing)

What?

You're going to
have to carry me.

Down, like, a bazillion stairs?

No! I won't! I'm out.

(Alarm ringing) Sheriff!
Sheriff, sheriff, sheriff!

Oh, shut up, Larry! The
light is fading. It's fading!

COMPUTER: Disaster
simulation complete.

Please return all data chips
for assessment.

Earn this, sheriff.
You earn this.

COMPUTER: Disaster
simulation complete.

Please return all data chips for
assessment. Back to work, Larry.

Keep me updated. Engineering.

The simulation caused some minor
structural cracks in section three.

CARTER: Well, you want
some simulated spackling?

No, the damage is real,

from localized liquefaction
in the bedrock.

I thought this was a drill?

Yeah, well, since
the astraeus incident,

preparedness is a top priority.

Ah. Can I see that?

Yes. Thanks.

So, we try to
increase the realism.

I noticed. I have a very
real dry-cleaning bill.

Yeah, well, disasters happen,
Jack, and we have to be prepared

to survive and recover.

And have you spoken to grace?

Speaking of disasters?
No, speaking of recovery.

No, no. She's, uh,

consulting at cern
in Switzerland,

trying to take her mind off
everything that happened.

She does know that what happened
to that crew was not herfault, right?

Well, she knows what she feels.

I mean, whatever happened
in there left scars.

My npc tried to murder her.

So, for now, being around
here, being around me

just doesn't feel right to her.

Dr. Deacon, that was
quite the performance.

Uh, sheriff Carter,
Dr. Michael Clark,

our severe accident
phenomenologist.

Nice to meet you. Yes, it is.

A phenomena-what now?

I actuate worst-case scenarios to
illuminate catastrophic blind spots.

He pretends to blow stuff up to
see how well-prepared we are.

Ah. I'm all for
preparedness, but, um,

that didn't feel very pretend.

Yeah, it's part of the
increased reality protocols.

Ada kind of threw
the kitchen sink at you.

Well, tell her to
take it down a notch.

Ada is my computer, sheriff.

Advanced disaster actuator.

Then has she calculated
our results yet?

Uh, based on
the initial results,

we have 29 people dead
and around 300 wounded.

Yeah, that's a solid b-plus.

Come on, give it to me.
No? Okay.

29 dead is a b-plus? What sort of
messed-up grading curve is that?

Well, when disasters happen,
people die, sheriff. Well.

It's a fact of life and a
cornerstone of my profession.

And our performance is of
great concern to the dod.

Since the astraeus incident,
we need to excel.

Indeed, and these results will
help determine future funding.

Speaking of which, I will have
our final evaluation shortly.

HENRY: Great. Thanks.

Well, at least in our profession,
no one's expendable. Am I right?

Yeah, if you say so.

Haven't seen you much
this last week. So,

things are going well with Zane?

Getting there. Mmm. Yeah?

Yeah, Allison, too.

We're sort of planning this, uh,
engagement thing, which is taking, just...

Great. So, I've got to
get out of this gear

and start reviewing performance
data. I'll see you later.

See you later.

Huh.

Oh, hey, Zane.
Have you seen Fargo?

Me? No. Why?

Yeah, well, he disappeared after the drill,
and we have performance numbers to review.

Huh. Well,

if I see him,
I'll pass the message on.

Okay, wait. Shouldn't
you be doing the same?

Uh, yeah. Well, I was
just going to the gym

for a quick half hour
during lunch.

Haul ass to work on your abs,
but when I need a lock bypass,

you just take your time?
Come on, Jo.

Those drills are, like,
the definition of bogus.

Hey, those drills save lives.

I like role-playing just as much as
the next guy, but I have real work to do.

Now, is there anything else
you want to yell at me about?

No, I think I'm good for now,
but maybe over dinner.

No, I'm not sure
what time I'll be home.

You got a date?

No, it's a top secret
project. It's hush-hush.

But, yeah, I'll call you later.

(Electronic whirring)

Hey, did Jo seem tense to you?

I don't know. Why?

I don't know. On account
of seeming tense.

It's probably just the
stress of the disaster drill.

Hmm. Maybe.

We're still good for, uh,
the tasting at Vince's? 2:30?

(Sighs) No, I'm still up
to my elbows in injuries.

We're going to have
to postpone. Well,

simulated injuries.

No, I had a flash burn,
a concussion, a broken leg.

The missile hit collapsed a replicator
array in the molecular mechanics lab.

What? I mean, I know the
dod. Wants us to be on our toes,

but don't you think master
blaster's going a bit far?

Well, you know, better
safe than sorry. I've got to go.

Right.

My apologies,
I got hung up by Jo.

You didn't tell her what
we're doing, did you?

'Cause if the dod. Finds out,
we're going to be counting grass

in Antarctica
for a very long time.

Relax. No one's
going to find out.

Man, I'm having way too much
fun supporting your rebellious side.

(Exhales)

Check this out.
(Electronic humming)

(Electronic pulses)

FARGO: Is that an adaptive
waveform force field?

Yep, independently powered,
so we're off the grid.

It should completely contain
its electronic signature.

So no one winds up in
the wrong body again.

Hey, thanks for
helping me on this.

Of course. I know how
much she meant to you.

You need closure.

Do you really think a part of
Holly could still be in there?

Only one way to find out.

(Sighs)

Doctor doom.

We need to discuss
your little drill.

Yes, we do, sheriff. Mmm-hmm.

Your performance was
a bit off today.

Well, your test is a bit off.
Real people got hurt.

Yes, I've heard. Yeah.

I'm afraid Ada's just too smart
for her own good sometimes.

She tapped into g.D.'S own
seismic stabilizer rollers

to create the missile's
concussive effect.

I mean, brains and beauty
with this one.

Yeah, and a little
bit of a sociopath.

Look, if you're concerned
about the drill's

verisimilitude, you should
talk to Dr. Deacon.

He authorized
the expanded parameters.

Well, um,

Henry's sort of going
through some stuff right now,

so he may have
pushed it a bit far.

Well, blaming Ada for
doing herjob is simply unfair.

Yeah. The damage was minor

and no one was seriously hurt.

(Air hissing)

Wait!

(Both grunting)

Well, it looks like a liquid
nitrogen valve ruptured

during the drill,
causing a bleve.

Is that French for "blizzard"?

No, "boiling liquid
expanding vapor event."

Now, usually there's a fireball,

but the liquid nitrogen
fueled a cold vapor explosion.

Okay.

(Sighs)

Well, Dr. Clark has a pretty bad
concussion and broken collarbone,

but he will recover.
How's your head?

I'll live.

Ada not so much.

Ironically, it's one of
the few kinds of explosions

that destroys silicon chips.

Tell me we didn't lose
the disaster drill data.

And most of our evaluations.

Well, what are the odds of a real
disaster destroying a disaster simulator?

You don't think
it was an accident?

No, I'm just saying, maybe
somebody is looking for funding,

or didn't want a bad grade. We could ask
around, see who's, uh, not doing so hot.

I'll look into it. All right,

I'll go with. No, thanks.

Uh, it's a g.D. Matter.

I've got this.

What did you do? I don't know.

I mean, it's like the time I threw out
her guns & ammo summer preview.

Maybe she just needs
some time to settle into reality.

Yeah. Yeah.

There's a lot of that going
around, and we're all doing our best.

(Sighs)

You okay?

Yeah, I just...

No one's in a party mood.

Got a present for you.

FARGO: What is that,
a hearing aid?

No, it's a
neuroacoustic transmitter.

Lets you control the interface.

Oh, like an emergency exit?

Yeah. It'll read the neural impulse if
you touch your ear inside the program.

That way, you won't get
trapped inside there again.

Plus, I've got your back out
here in case anything goes wrong.

Thanks.

(Sighs)

I'm kind of afraid to
get my hopes up.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm not sure what
you're going to see in there exactly.

I've been rebuilding files, but a lot of
data was lost when the matrix crashed.

I mean, Holly's 2 wave
signature, it's still present,

but it's just a partial render.

Even if it's just a flicker,
I want to see her.

Just to say good-bye.

Yeah, she might not hear you.

Doesn't matter. It's enough.

Come on, let's do this thing.

(Beeping)

Shield up.

(Electronic pulses)

Activating interface.

Whenever you're ready.

(Buzzing)

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Anybody there?

Well, this is kind
of creepy-ville.

Holly?

Doug?

Oh, my god!
I've been worried sick.

Are you okay?

Me? I'm fine, but...

I thought something terrible had
happened. The last thing I remember

I was at g.D. And
I told sheriff Carter

I think we're all trapped in a computer
matrix. The next thing I know, bam!

Nothing. Well,
I mean, blackness.

Then, poof, here I was
on main street,

but everyone else was gone.

I'd hoped you got out.

We did.

I missed you so much.

(Electrical jolt)

What happened?

Dude, your heart rate was skyrocketing,
so I yanked you out. You okay?

I don't know.

Why? What'd you see?

Her, I saw her.

That's great. As what? Like a
cached model, a partial render?

It was Holly. We
interacted. She kissed me.

What?

She's not just a damaged
memory file, Zane.

I think Holly's alive.

CARTER: Jo!

Hold the doors! I...

(Laughs)

Thanks.

Anytime.

So how are you?

Busy.

Did you get any names?

But someone wiped the status
reports from Clark's lab this morning,

so I did a security trace
and found a buried command.

Oh! That did what?

Opened the liquid nitrogen
valve deliberately.

Okay. All right, let's interview
anyone who had access to the lab.

Not we. Me.

Because unlike you,
I have a little bit of tact.

What did I do?

Oh, don't act
like you don't know.

The drill?

What, because I wouldn't
carry Fargo down stairs?

No, it wasn't
because of the drill!

Okay, I tried to be open and
honest with you as a friend

about something that was very
personal to me, and you humiliated me.

I did what now?

Okay, playing dumb
just makes it worse.

Playing dumb? I am dumb.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

When did this happen? Okay.

When I came to visit you after your
surgery to fix the body-swapping.

Look,

I'm sorry.

But, Jo, I got nothing.

Then again, I'd just performed
brain surgery on myself, so...

What? Wait.

Yeah.

You really don't
remember, do you?

No, but if you
tell me now, I will.

Okay?

(Laughs nervously)
You know what? No. It's...

It actually wasn't
really that important.

It's just...
Well, it is important.

(Alarm blaring) It...

Now, what is that?

Voltage spikes in
the reactor turbine.

Oh! Go ahead.

What's the status?

The power grid's
redlining in every sector.

Well, can't we just
shut off a couple

hair dryers or a
particle accelerator?

Why hasn't suppression
kicked in?

ENGINEER: It should have by now.

Here! (Exploding)

Ahhh! What happens
if we can't shut it off?

(Alarm beeping)

That.

COMPUTER: Warning. Power grid failure
imminent. Initiate emergency protocols.

CARTER: Is it just me,

or are you getting a
crazy sense of deja vu?

HENRY: The reactor
is under control,

but the main power won't be
restored for another eight to ten hours.

The auxiliary should maintain
the emergency systems,

communication,
and the em shield.

Okay, well,
that's something, right?

Whoever opened the liquid
nitrogen valve in Clark's lab,

also used the same code
to take down the power grid.

Can we trace it
back to the source?

It's encrypted.

I think we know
someone who can break it.

Oh, I hate asking
Zane for favors.

I know you do.

(Static)

Oh, my PDA's glitching.

That's not a power grid problem.

We're not getting a signal
from the cell tower.

What's going on? I don't know.

Um, you keep working. I'll get
Andy, I'll check out the tower,

and you find Zane.

Hey, don't boss me.

I didn't do anything, remember?

Yeah, I know, I'm just...
I'm still mad. I know.

Has anybody seen Fargo?

If we're on backup power,
something's going on. I should go.

Come on, you're the boss. If
they need you badly, they'll call.

Now tell me exactly
what you saw.

I saw Holly. She looked and
sounded and felt exactly the same.

She remembered
what happened. Mostly.

You realize what this means?

This is going to make
dating really challenging.

No, she's not just a ghost in
the machine. She's conscious.

Yeah, but she can't
be alive, alive, can she?

I mean, she's just a really
detailed computer backup.

(Sighs) Well, the matrix
was programmed using

our own brains as memory files,

which is why
the world felt so real.

Maybe when Holly's body was
severed from the mainframe,

her mind was left
connected somehow.

Yeah, but she's just like a
computer program then, right?

Like, it's not really her.

I don't know. I mean,
what are we, really?

Our brains are just hard
drives of actions and memories.

I mean, if you think she's real, and
she thinks she's real, does it matter?

She has no clue she died.

How do you tell her that?

I don't know.

But I think she'd want
to hear it from you.

Put me back in.

(Beeping)

(Machine powering up)

(Buzzing)

Zane? This is your
top-secret project?

Oh, hey, Jo. (Stammering)
Whoa! I'm kind of busy here.

Someone is sabotaging
g.D.'S systems, and you're here

messing around
with the matrix again?

(Sighs) I can explain.

I'm listening.

But I can't.

Do you ever want to
have sex again?

A lot. But this isn't about me.

I'm helping out a friend.

Who? I'd rather not say.

But I promise you, it's
safe, so just trust me, okay?

(PDA glitching)

Comm is glitching again.

Great. Containment breach
in the aggression lab.

Somebody let their anger out?

No, it's one of the
animals. It escaped.

But it's just a partial text.

That's kind of ominous.

Tell me about it.

Okay, listen, I've got to
head down there with a team,

so will you please
just shut that thing off,

go find Henry, and figure
out who's doing this? Okay.

So where'd we land on
the whole future sex thing?

It's not looking good.

What you doing? Daisy chains.

I've never had the spare time
before. It's kind of awesome.

Where did you go?

Oh, we're still getting the
hang of the interface tech.

Oh, so I was right. We are caught
in some kind of computer construct.

But for some reason, you can get
in and out, and I'm, what? Stuck?

Yeah, something like that.

But you came back for me.

I'm sorry it took so long.

How long has it been?

About a month.

Wow. Seriously?

Yeah, I've been
counting the days.

Well, are you ready
to beam me up?

Um, not quite.

Doug, why do I get the feeling
there's something you're not telling me?

Listen, Holly...

(Electrical jolt)

Stop doing that!

Sorry, Jo came in.
Henry needs us.

You didn't tell her
what we're doing, did you?

No. And you have no idea
what it's costing me. Come on.

CARTER: Hey, Andy?
Henry got me security access,

but I don't see
the antenna tower.

ANDY ON RADIO:
About five minutes away.

It's 200 meters high with
a big flashing light on it.

Can't miss it, boss.

Found the flashing light,
but it's three-meters tall, tops.

Ground-level communications
tower. How oxymoronic.

CARTER: Hey. Be nice.
Not you, boss.

I'm almost there.

Copy that.

What the hell?

(Metal creaking)

Andy, we got a problem.

(Grunting)

Big problem.

(Shouting) Hello! A little help!

(Breathing heavily)

Call that five minutes?

Four minutes and
32 seconds, actually.

I imagine time crawls by when
you're sinking to your doom.

Mmm, fair point! Why don't we
get me out of the quicksand then?

It's actually
liquefaction, boss.

Oh, is it? Yeah.

A preliminary analysis
indicates that a series of g.D.'S

underground chemical pipes has ruptured,
degrading the synthetic soil's atomic bonds

and creating
a semi-permeable colloid.

Riveting.

Ah, I don't suppose you brought
with you a rope or a sturdy vine?

I can do you one better.
I'm packing 50 feet

of high-tensile steel cable
right in here.

Ah, that'll be nice
on the hands.

Excuse me while I whip this out.

Or not.

Still no heat signatures.
That's weird.

Any clue what
we're dealing with?

The aggression lab
studies snakes, tigers, bears.

It could be anything.

(Tracking device beeping)

Get ready.

(Beeping increases)

It should be right around...

(Guns cocking)

(Hamster squeaking)

Okay, is this some kind ofjoke?

Biohazard. Everybody out!

(All shouting)

JO: Go, go!

COMPUTER: Caution. This
corridor has been contaminated

with ammonium chlorate gas.

(Grunting)

Caution. This corridor
has been contaminated.

Oh, crap!

(All coughing)

Our saboteur used the same
code to overload the same pipe

below the antenna,
causing the liquefaction.

Okay, so we got liquefaction,
the communication,

then the security team.
Where's Jo?

Her team went to the aggression
lab to lock down a security breach.

Why? (Pda glitching)

'Cause she's next.
They're going to get gassed.

By what? I don't know.

But it's the disaster
drill, only real.

Tell Allison to get a med team
down to the aggression lab.

And tell her to bring
respirators! Yeah, got it!

(Jo coughing)

Jo! You okay?

Better now.

(Breathing heavily)

I got you. I got you.

(Jo coughing)

Just deep breaths, okay?

I got it.

I got it. I...

How's Jo?

She's okay. But we're gonna have
to catch the psycho who did this.

Zane's working
on the decryption.

There's a single quantum
emergence security code behind

every single one of
today's disasters,

including the lab explosion.

Clark's.

But why would
he do that, though?

I mean, it was his lab.
He got knocked out cold.

What if someone hacked his
user code, and was trying to

make him feel what a real
disaster feels like?

Or something hacked
his user code.

What, his computer, Ada? What
if this is the escalation in the drill?

Like sort of
taking the kid gloves off.

Yeah, to increase the realism.
She has access and ingenuity.

But Ada was k.O.'D before
the real disasters started.

Yeah, but she could have input a series
of commands before taking herself out.

Yeah, but why destroy herself?

So that we can't
rescind the directive.

Which means if we fail the
test this time, people really die.

How you feeling?

I'm just glad I didn't have to give
mouth-to-mouth to a hamster.

(Laughs) Well, you're
both going to be fine.

Allison, can I ask you
something? It's about Carter.

Of course.

After that whole 2 wave
body-swapping fiasco,

is his brain okay?

As far as I know.

It's just his memory.
He seems to be

forgetting conversations.

Well, you know, his brain
was being seriously taxed.

It was also being
occupied by other people.

I remember.

(Sighs) Listen, Jo...

Dr. Blake!

We need to intubate this one.

Okay, um, I've got to go.
Deep breaths.

Okay.

ALLISON: Okay,
where's the crash cart?

Is he prepped?

Unpredictability. Realism.

Ada let us believe that
the drill had ended,

only to catch us off guard
by implementing it for real.

Which is exactly why we use a
quantum emergence security system.

I'm sorry, but you did
ask for realism, Dr. Deacon.

I just got more
than I bargained for.

Well, we have the
blueprint for disaster,

so what's next in the drill?
(Alarm sounding)

That would be the
em shield going offline.

All right. That's it, right?

I mean, it's not like the
computer for gratuitous ruin

can fire a foreign country's
missile at us, right?

Of course not.

Unless...

Oh, no. What?

(Alarm blaring)
Situation, people?

Backup power has
fallen down to 20%.

All attempts to boost
voltage have failed.

Launch status?

Missile trajectory indicates it's
targeted g.D.'S main complex.

15 minutes to impact.

Sir, um, permission
to go home sick?

I'm feeling a little
bit of a tickle.

Denied.

Did the whole missile-silo-on-main-street
incident teach us nothing?

These missile are our own
defensive counter-measures.

Well, I've had enough
irony for one day.

Well, the good news is,
they're not nuclear.

The bad news is, they're designed to
break apart and take out multiple targets.

Can we shoot them down?

ZANE: No, we're locked out
of defensive systems.

Ada thought of everything
before taking her swan dive.

Permission to initiate
emergency evac plan delta?

Granted. We can't just give up.

Jack, we know how this ends.

We have to prepare
for the worst.

We need to get as many people
as we can into bomb shelters.

I can fit at least
40 people in my office.

Great! I'll tidy up your desk.

Tell Allison to
prepare for casualties.

Don't we have some sort
of backup for the em shield?

Like a hand crank, or batteries?

Jack, no one just has
an em shield lying around!

Actually, um...

Should I ask you why
you happened to build

an adaptive waveform
force field?

I would prefer not.

Well, we can fine-tune the
frequency to destroy the missile,

but it's still
pretty small scale.

I think we can amplify it to
reach the em shield's perimeter.

Now we're talking.

Yeah, but the position of the
field generator has to be exact.

I mean, stretched this thin, it's
only going to last for a few seconds.

Time everything properly,
it won't have to.

Yeah, it's a bit of a hail
Mary, but it's all we've got.

Jack, all we've got
is 12 minutes.

Well, keep evacuating. We're
going to prove the computer wrong.

We've got 29 lives to save.

We're going to do
better than a b-plus.

Andy, are Jenna and Kevin safe?

ANDY ON RADIO: I
personally delivered them to

the Tesla school's
bomb shelter myself.

My structural analysis indicates
that they will be quite secure.

Okay, thank you.

Jo, what are you still doing here?
I cleared you to go to the bunker.

I got three guys who can't
be moved, so I can't be moved.

What can I do to help?

Um, hold someone's hand. Jo, listen,
there's something I need to tell you.

I know. Not now.

How the hell did
they do this before GPS?

Oh, give me that.

Fargo, tell Carter he has to be
exactly 42 degrees, 38 minutes,

12.33 seconds north,
121 degrees,

40 minutes, 55.33 degrees west.

Two feet north. What?

Two feet north!

Okay! Okay, uh,
six feet to the left.

(Grunts in frustration)

No, no, no, no! Other left!

Uh, yours or mine? Yours!

(Grunts) Yeah, okay.

(Panting)

How's that? Fargo: Stop!

Even if they get it into position, I mean,
we only have a few seconds of coverage

before the field degrades.

Yeah, well, I guess that's
going to have to be enough then.

(Sighs)

(Beeping)

Systems check's complete.
Charging.

Fargo, we're cutting it close.

How much time do we have?

15 seconds. Give or take.

COMPUTER: Ten, nine,
eight, seven, six,

five, four, three...
Five, four, three...

Two, one. Ahh!

(Loud beeping) (All cheering)

Still here. Oh.

Never happier to be wrong.

Never happier. (Chuckling)

Nice work, sheriff.

Ah, sure beats a b-plus.

Good to see you
back in your office.

And out of your infirmary.

Jo, uh, listen,

I messed up.

Jack didn't remember that conversation
because he wasn't the one having it.

It was me. But I suppose
you've already guessed that.

When he said that he operated
on himself, I had a feeling.

Allison, how could
you do that to me?

To be fair, when you came in, I
told you we had swapped again.

I didn't mean to lie.

Yeah, but the moment
I started talking,

you knew that
I didn't understand that.

You could've just said
something more.

I know. I should have.

It's just,

when I was plugged in, what
I experienced was so real, Jo.

I had to accept that you
and Jack were together.

It was crushing, but it
made sense somehow.

So, when you admitted that
you'd thought about it, I panicked.

I admitted it just so we
wouldn't become a thing.

I know, and I know
that it's not rational.

I was wrong for
not saying anything.

I'm so sorry, Jo. Really.

Oh, yeah. No, I will. I
will, I will. Yeah, absolutely.

Yeah, I'm glad I did, too.

I love you, too.

That was, uh, Fargo?

Oh, absolutely.
Yeah, right. No, grace.

(Both laughing)

She, um, says she misses me.

I never doubted it.

(Henry laughing)

Well, I was afraid to call because I
thought maybe she didn't want me to.

Not another disaster, then?

We're not out of the woods,
but it's a start.

Power is restored.
Em shields are up and

PR is spinning the missile
detonation as a defense systems test.

Nice work.

So, uh, where's doctor disaster?

Packing up his office.

Strangely calm about it.

Said it seemed like
the logical outcome.

Where's Zane?

I don't know, off somewhere trying to figure
out how to make my job more difficult.

I wouldn't assume that.

Look, I know he's been messing
with Beverly's computer of doom.

Because I asked him to.

Do I want to know what it is
that you two are working on?

As your boss, I'd rather
maintain your plausible deniability.

But just know,
Zane wasn't being a jerk.

He was doing it as a friend.

Okay, the jarlsberg fondue.

Right. All right. Hold on.

And you can try this

cocktail sausage with
the spicy mustard.

Okay. Try it.

Mmm.

It's interesting.

It's savory.

So this party, are we
asking for a disaster?

So, are we leaning
toward a theme?

Apres-ski fondue buffet or
take-me-out-to-the-ballpark?

I was thinking of something
a little simpler.

CARTER: Yeah,
I'm a big fan of, um,

Jenna's cheese curls
with the bouncy castle.

(Laughing) Actually sounds good.

I'll get right on that.

Or maybe something
just like this.

Yeah.

(Glass clanking) Jo: Excuse me.

Look, I know it's not like me,

but I would, um,
like to make a toast.

I'd like to say congratulations
to my very best friend

for persuading a highly intelligent
woman to marry him, anyway.

(People laughing)

To Jack and Allison.

Hear, hear.

ALL: Hear, hear!

MAN: Cheers.

Cheers.

No, it's okay.

Congratulations, guys.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Allison laughing)

(Whirring)

(Beeping)

(Machine powering up)

(Sighs)

(Buzzing)

Holly?

Holly!

Don't you dare disappear
on me like that again!

Sorry about that.

Apology accepted.

Oh! And you owe me additional
apologies for the dragon.

I was right, so not real.

You were right about everything.

I really should have listened.

I would have never
let you out of my sight.

It's okay. You came back.

I'll let you
make it up to me later.

You have no idea
how much I wish I could.

You can't pull me out, can you?

Um, I'm sorry.

You didn't make it, Holly.

So weird.

I don't feel dead.

That does explain why I
haven't peed in a month.

Wait, are you really here,
or am I just projecting you

because I miss you
in the afterlife?

Oh, no, no. I'm really here.

Okay, good.

So does that mean you
want to keep seeing me?

There's nothing I want more.

So, what happens next?