All language subtitles for Eureka S04E04 The Story of O2-eng

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, mom, 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.

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

No, Mom. 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.

Um...

Hi.

Hey.

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

I'm looking for
Zoe Carter's room.

Dad?

Surprise.
Oh, my God.

Hi.
Hi.

What...
Is 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.

Oh, 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 Andy.

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)

Is 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, um... 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, Mom.
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, Mom.

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...

And 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?

Um...
(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: Mom, 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!

Mom, 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, Mom,
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, Mom, 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?

(SIGHS)
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.