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Previously on Eureka

Jo, Fargo, Henry,

Allison and I were transported through
a wormhole back to 1947.

We returned to a reality identical

to the one we left, almost identical.

I was naive to think I could
just jump into this marriage.

- We hit a bit of a tough time.
- For a while.

- But it made us appreciate...
- What we have together.

Me marry you?
In what universe?

I'm over us.
I'm done.

You had my grandmother's
engagement ring.

Tell me what we were to each other.

Nothing.

Then why didn't that feel
like a first kiss?

What's going on with you and Allison?
Don't deny it.

We took the plunge.

I'm head over heels in love with you.
And I have been since the day we met.

Who invented the bow tie anyway?

They originated
during the Prussian War.

The Croatian mercenaries
wore scarves around...

- You don't really care.
- Unless you know how to tie one.

Yikes.

Hello, handsome men.

The bride needs you.

Pre-wedding jitters.

You're kidding me.

And I'd hurry.
The guests will be here soon.

She's in the powder room.

Thanks.

Hey, boss. Anything I can do
to help smooth things along?

Sit tight, Andy.
I got this one.

I hear we're having bridal issues.

Cold feet.

Seriously?

Don't look at me.

Talk to the bride.

S.A.R.A.H., you can't have cold feet.

You don't even have feet.

Technically, you're correct,
sheriff Carter,

but the impending ceremony has
hyper-stimulated my anxiety programming.

- This is beyond ridiculous.
- We have talked about this.

Think of what we can learn
about human relationships.

We can learn a lot
without me having to rent a tux.

- I don't want to talk to...
- Please.

Andy is a great guy.

And you two...

Were made for each other.

You were actually made
for each other.

S.A.R.A.H., just tell us
what you're feeling exactly.

I'm feeling as if I don't know
if I love him.

Called it off?

If two machines can't make it work,
what hope do the rest of us have?

- I'm just glad she came to her senses.
- Really?

I thought everyone was dying
to study a happy little computer couple.

S.A.R.A.H.'s a machine
to these people.

As the father of the bride...
the programmer of the bride...

Everything happened
just too fast for me.

Maybe that's the secret.

If you know someone too well,
you'll never take the leap.

Guess we won't get a chance to
dance at that wedding after all.

It's probably better, though.

You wouldn't be able
to keep your hands to yourself.

Don't you have work to do?

Say, an ion damper
that was supposed to be ready, what...

3 weeks ago?

I'll get to it, little big man.

You can't ignore me forever.

Here's the, overnight report.

There was a micro-breach
on the level two sewage line.

It tripped the bio sensor.

Nothing major, just annoying.

You are so cute.

Ion damper...

Now, or I'll send you
back to the mucus lab.

- Thanks.
- No problem.

- But, you know, Jo, you're gonna...
- Fargo.

You're gonna have to explain
the engagement ring sometime.

I'm really hoping that he'll be
transferred to the north pole

or, I don't know,
shot into outer space.

That'd be nice.

The mucus lab is the best I can do.

I'm starting to believe that you're
actually the real head of G.D.

Damn straight.

Got to boogie.

Blueberry cobbler day in the cafeteria.
It goes fast.

Who wants more wedding cake?

- We're good.
- I think we're fine.

I'll never get rid of all of it.

And what am I gonna do
with 400 pigs in 400 blankets?

- You bring them out is what you do.
- Bless you, sheriff.

What? I'm hungry.

Jack, how did Andy take the news?

He needed some robot alone time.

Maybe having all the trappings
of an actual wedding was a mistake.

It was ridiculous.

But I did like seeing you
in a tux, Jack.

I like you calling me Jack.

So this honeymoon period between

the two of you is gonna
be over soon, right?

I'm almost out of gas, I think.

Look at the size of that thing.

Cut the chatter, Red 2.

Accelerate to attack speed!

This is how you get to be
head of G.D.?

What are you doing here?

Don't you remember
the words "mucus lab"?

I brought your ion pulse engine damper.
It's all set.

- You finished it?
- Yeah, handmade by yours truly.

Why would you put
a pulse engine in this bucket?

It's gotta be 60 years old.

The launch system's still fine.

But you and Henry pulled out navigation,
attitude control...

comm systems.

You're gonna use this
for an unmanned launch.

Are you testing something?

That's on a need-to-know basis.

Fine.

Let's talk.

I'm thinking, in exchange
for your pulse damper,

I need to be need-to-know,

starting with Lupo.

Do you feel that?

Where did you put
the ion pulse damper?

I installed it
in the engine compartment.

Nobody told you to install it!

The ignition is on!

How was I supposed to know
you'd be here playing?

- You completed the launch circuit.
- What?

- Do we have a launch scheduled?
- No.

So, not good, then.

The Einstein Team presents

Eureka 4x11: Liftoff

Sync: Dauphinus, Roro7302 & RM57380

Trad: ernie & Replicateur3

Relecture: Padm� & Replicateur3

A level white alert is in effect.

An unauthorized launch has detected.

Where's Fargo?

- Don't know.
- Find him, Larry.

- Talk to me, Jo.
- The tracker says

it was a decommissioned
Nevada rocket.

It was used for flight testing.
But it could have a warhead.

No, it's an unmanned probe.

Fargo and I gutted it
to test a new engine.

Nuclear?

No, faster than light, built on
the principle of the Einstein bridge.

The bridge device?
There's the gift that keeps on giving.

There's a protocol
for a renegade launch.

We neutralize the rogue
with kinetic countermeasures.

We blast it with missiles.

You need Fargo's authorization.

He's not answering.

Larry, get mission control
up and running.

Jo, send an evacuation team
to section five.

Henry, we need a hard trajectory
for the interceptor missiles.

Seems you know how to run the place.

That rocket could come
down in a city.

I need Fargo's authorization
to launch those interceptors.

- I'll find him.
- Thanks.

So back to "Carter" now?

Holy socks!

You okay?

No gravity.

That's bad.

Grab on to something.

Petro gravity field operational!

That better?

Space is bad.

We just survived launch
in a non-ready craft.

I'd say today is our lucky day.

Mission control, come in.

Come in.

Bummer.

Dying is bad.

Life support, life support,

life support!

Paging Dr. Fargo.
Report to mission control immediately.

Telemetry.

It's on a collision course.

We can't wait for Fargo.

Initiating emergency
authorization override...

Dr. Allison Blake, medical director.

A command triad is needed,
place your hand on the glass.

Allison Blake, confirmed.

Henry Deacon, confirmed.

We need a third.

- This feels like mutiny.
- No time to talk.

Triad confirmed.

Command override accepted.

Good afternoon,
acting director Blake.

Launch intercept missiles on my mark.

Mark.

Missiles are away.

Calculating time to intercept.

Paging Dr. Fargo.

Report to mission control
immediately.

Anything?

It looks like the lab was empty
when the rocket went off.

- You find Fargo?
- Not yet, no.

What about the lab security log?

The records were damaged.

So far, just entries for Henry,

Fargo and...

Professor I.P. Freely.

I'm guessing that's Zane.

Everybody felt that launch.
No way Fargo would miss this.

Or Zane.

He should be here,
rubbing our noses in this.

He lives to watch us screw up.

So where are they?

Maybe our empty rocket's
not so empty.

I'm gonna be sick.

We can't exactly
pull over, now, can we?

There you are, Mr. Valve.

Life support's up.

Capsule pressure's steady.

Oxygen is flowing,
four liters per second.

Who's your daddy?

How much oxygen do we have?

- At least six hours.
- Six hours?

So we're dead by dinner.

Mr. Pessimistic...

We're gonna figure this out.
Now is not the time to panic.

How about now?

They're trying to kill us.

It's protocol for
unauthorized launch.

"It's protocol for
unauthorized launch."

Nice last words, you geek.

How about this?
You're an ass-hat.

- Ass-hat, ass-hat, ass-hat!
- Bite me, bite me, bite me!

We are on target.

30 seconds.

- Stop!
- What?

Resecure the lateral drift.
We only have one shot

- How do we abort?
- The self-destruct, but you can't...

- Ass-hat!
- Bite me!

What happened?

I really am gonna puke now.

What did you do?

Fargo's in that rocket.
I think with Zane.

They're on board?
You're sure?

They're both missing.

You aborted the missiles
and you're not sure?

- They could've died.
- Maybe, but now six others will.

The rocket is on a collision course
with the international space station.

There is a six-member crew on board.

And you just blew up
our only chance to save them.

It's still kind of awesome,
though, right?

You're a lunatic.

We're in space.

I've wanted to do this my whole life.
Just look out there, it's beautiful.

Proximity indicator?
Proximate to what?

That's bigger than I thought it was.

We're heading straight for it.

Collision vector confirmed...

2,500 meters and closing.

- I didn't know about the space station.
- You didn't have all the information.

Get ISS control on the line.

They need to execute an emergency
thruster burn to move the station.

The station weighs 800,000 pounds,

it won't even begin
to have time to move.

But Zane and Fargo
will do something, though.

The control systems
have been removed from the capsule.

If they even survived the launch.

We can talk to them.
They have a radio.

Comm systems have been removed.

The ship doesn't have
attitude control.

It doesn't matter if we can
communicate with Zane and Fargo.

They can't help us.
Please, Carter, let me do my job.

Man, we're heading straight for it.

Do not hyperventilate!

You're gonna use up all our oxygen.

Hold on.

900 meters...

875.

Larry, broadcast an emergency command

straight to the ISS crew
on all available channels.

What do I say?

"Brace for impact."

I need cutters.

Zane!
I need cutters!

You're venting our oxygen?

- We need oxygen!
- Not if we're dead.

We vent oxygen out the right side,
it might alter the course.

Command sent.
There's no response.

It's too late.

50 meters...

40.

Wait.

They're turning.

He's right.

Two degrees...

- Four.
- Come on.

This is gonna be close.

Brace for impact.

They cleared the station!

Thank God.

I scraped the ISS.

Now they're never
gonna let me be an astronaut.

You got to be kidding me.

Okay, we need updated siting position
based on new course and speed.

Well, they're alive.
I mean, thing can't turn on its own.

You were right, Carter.

Now the question is...

How do we get them back?

And that is what?

The communication panel
from the rocket lab.

Looks like a stereo
I had in high school.

Your stereo probably had
more computing power.

The capsule's based on technology
used in the Mercury program.

It's an antique,
so we should probably

confirm if any of the systems
on board are active.

We got a green.

Emergency life support,
so that's six hours of oxygen...

- Maybe less.
- That's not a lot of time.

They managed
to turn the ship, though...

Right? I mean...
Come on, what can they use?

Fireworks, a canoe paddle?
What's in the ship?

- It's never been tested.
- The FTL drive?

Yeah, if we can get
the BCE up and running.

That sounds good.
How about we speak in whole words?

Well, if Fargo and Zane can
activate the faster-than-light drive

and we're prepared for their re-entry
with the boson cloud exciter...

- The catcher's mitt.
- The energy thing

that stops the...
The space goalie.

Then we can probably
bring them back home.

But we can't be sure that Zane and Fargo
will even think about using the FTL.

Great.

We traded quick death
for slow asphyxiation.

You're welcome?

This is all your fault.

If you weren't busy
playing Luke Skymuncher...

Well, maybe if you
just gave me the pulse damper

instead of trying
to extort information.

I wasn't extorting.

You were just
trying to get into Jo's pants,

where you never deserved to be
in the first place.

What first place?

There was a first place?

Just forget it.
Go back to panicking.

I got to find a way to get us back.

What are you doing?

This is the reason
I needed the pulse damper.

Behold,

the world's first wormhole FTL.

No way.

You cracked manned
faster-than-light travel?

"Cracked" is a strong word.

This was gonna be its first test run.

Come on, help me install it.

Are you high?

Our inertia will annihilate us
on impact with the ground.

Unless they fire up
the boson cloud exciter to catch us,

which Henry will totally think of!

But...

It won't work.

Your ion pulse damper...

Which you built, right?

Sort of...

Stole.

You took the pulse damper
from the boson cloud exciter?

Do you know what'll happen
if they turn it on without the damper?

No one ever used the stupid thing.

How was I supposed to know
we'd need it up here?

We're really gonna die
up here, aren't we?

Initializing the boson cloud exciter.

Plasma's coming online.

I didn't have much time

to explain about Zane and Fargo
on that ship.

I know.

And you saved their lives.

But you're mad.

You're something.

- I had a hunch.
- I know.

You usually trust my hunches.

Right.

But you didn't give me
a chance to trust you.

You just decided.

Should it be doing that?

I don't know.
There's a short in the panel.

That's a pattern.

Could they be turning the panel on
and off to create morse code?

No, it's ACP-131.

A Z-code, a NATO-standardized
quinary communication.

B - C - E - Z - L - H.

B.C.E. dangerous.

The boson cloud exciter.

I'll tell Henry.

That's just bad timing.

All electrical impulses
were obliterated by that pulse.

The ionized cloud
is gonna take hours to fade.

- We're gonna be in the dark?
- We need to find Henry.

The phones are fried.

Anything that uses electricity
is useless...

From car batteries
to fusion generators.

So how far away is the B.C.C. thing?

A few miles.
We better start walking.

Nice.

Need a lift?

Horses...
Now, that is a great idea.

- You did great.
- My ass hurts.

I'll rub it later.
You did great.

So Fargo warned us the B.C.E.
would be malfunctioning.

It's pulse damper is missing.

Wait, you talked to Fargo?

He talked to us.
Z-code, via the comm panel.

That's great if we invert the frequency,
we can probably get a message back.

Not that we're
on Little House On The Prairie.

There's a panel in an old communication
station outside of town.

If it's outside the ionic-pulse radius,
it might still be active.

We use that to talk to Zane and Fargo.
What about fixing the catcher's mitt?

We've started to replace
the fried circuitry.

I can improvise a one-time-use
ion damper, but we need power.

My lab has
an insulated energy generator

with copper shielding,
it might've survived the pulse.

We'll grab the I.E.G., plug it
into the B.C.E., and it will be a-okay.

I'm on it.

It's 1,000 feet underground
with no elevator.

- How are you gonna get down?
- I'm making it up as I go.

Grace and I will repair the B.C.E.

As quickly as possible.

That power source will only give us
a few seconds.

The B.C.E. needs to be up
and running when they transport.

Then we need to find a way
to talk to Zane and Fargo.

Where's the radio shack?

That way, partner.

There's power.
What is this place, anyway?

G.D. used remote stations
like this across the world

to communicate with spacecraft.

That looks like the panel at G.D.

It's dead.

I need a low-temperature plasma cutter
to get into the casing.

Maybe try this.

That'll work.

Try it.

Eureka, we have a problem.

You think we have
a shot at getting home?

If they figure out
how to fix the B.C.E.

That's a big "if."

Fargo, I wasn't trying to extort
anything from you.

I just need you to clue me in...

You and Jo.

Just let it go.

I want to, believe me,
because I hate feeling like this.

Like what?

Like someone messed with my brain.

Erased my memories.

Jo and I...
we used to be something,

but I don't know what.
And she does.

If you,

If you loved someone...

Wouldn't you want to know?

The oxygen's dropping.

We've got a leak.

Miss Lupo!

Hello!

Andy, what are you doing here?

Looking for a quiet place
to collect my thoughts.

After S.A.R.A.H. dumped me,
I wanted to be alone.

But I was interrupted
by a severe ion pulse.

My software dictates that I should
acknowledge my physical damage.

- Your head is made out of metal.
- Copper bipolar alloy.

Durable and stylish.

That's how you survived.

Andy, you're a power source.

It's all destroyed.

Is that what I think it is?

This is...

- We have a dial tone.
- All right,

NASA's navcom is the place I think
of that might have the right hardware.

If we dial zero for the operator...

Or you might know the number.

I dialed it twice a day
for a year straight when I was a kid.

- Hard to forget.
- You...

I was trying to get into space camp.

How'd that work?

Never made it.
They rejected me every time.

Hey, hello.
Can we...

I can't press zero
to speak to the operator.

Priority.
They have a voice tag system.

Hello, this is Dr. Allison Blake.

Security clearance
7-3-8-Domino-Apple-Mary.

I need emergency clearance
for a Mercury-era U.H.F. Transmitter.

Yes, Mercury.

Predates what they have.
They can't help us.

They have satellites, right?

I've slowed down the oxygen leak.

Down to 56 minutes.
How much longer do you need?

Done.
I need to fire this bad boy up,

and pray that they got our message
and have the B.C.E. ready to catch us.

Sorry for being so useless before.

You held it together.

You can buy me a milkshake
when we hit the ground.

What?

"Unknown caller."

What do you think
roaming charges are in space?

Answer it.

Hello?

It's Jack.

Don't fire up the F.T.L. drive.

Henry's still trying to fix the...

the catcher's mitt.

So push the button at 5:05 P.M.

One problem...

- We only have 56 min.
- 5.

55 minutes of oxygen left.

They're running out of oxygen.
Do you hear me?

Jump in...

No, you're breaking up.

- What was that, 50, what?
- 54.

NASA said they can bounce
the signal for a few seconds.

I think he got the message.

If they fire up the F.T.L.
before we're ready,

they'll slam into the ground
at the speed of light.

Have faith.

- Let's ride.
- Let's go.

Henry, we got to move.
Zane and Fargo are running out of air.

We're not ready,
the power cell are still dead.

I'll find Jo.
Make sure the mitt's ready.

Got you.

Where's the power cell?

- I found us another energy source.
- Good, we're running out of time.

Andy's the...

Seriously?

His power cell survived the blast.

Howdy, partner.

Howdy.

I'm on a horse!

I always kind of knew
I was gonna die young.

But being stuck in space
with you isn't what I pictured.

You're not gonna die.

We're set.

You ready to test the power supply?

As I'll ever be.

Here goes nothing.

Tell me that's
not another oxygen leak.

It's not another oxygen leak.

- You're lying.
- Big-time... we're screwed.

We're running out of oxygen,
and without the F.T.L...

We really are gonna die.

No, we're not.

Come on, man,
you saved our asses twice already.

- Third time's a charm.
- What happened to Mr. Optimistic?

He woke up
and smelled the oxygen leak?

- You can't smell oxygen.
- You know what I mean!

I'll never fix the F.T.L. in time.

Never...

say never.

You got it running.

We have power.

Now we just need to
recalculate the energy vectors

and the destination coordinates.

And pray that they have B.C.E.
ready to catch us.

Let's do this.

Connecting polymer membrane...

Now.

Have we compensated enough
so we don't fry his regulator?

We'll find out.

That should do it.

- Coordinates are set.
- I think we're ready.

If we're not,

there's something
you should know about Jo...

And the other you.

All right, here we go.

And...

Now.

What?

I was just expecting
something a little...

Bigger!

On your order, captain.

Engage.

Nice catch!

Don't worry, kid.
We'll fix you up.

That was awesome!

Not the word that I would choose,
but, thanks for getting us down.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Good to see you.

Fine.

But do not touch my ass.

It's good to see you, Jo-Jo.

So has the torch been passed?

All G.D. director power
is back where it belongs, with Fargo.

Had to be fun, though?

I mean, being back
in the big chair again.

Running that place is a pain in my...

neck.

You need a hot bath,

cowgirl?

That sounds good.

Why don't you take me home, Jack?

We're back to "Jack" now?

I'm just keeping track. Is that...
That's where we're at?

If we're gonna be working together
and sleeping together,

things are gonna get complicated...

I can handle complicated.

- Can I come in?
- Of course.

I heard how you helped save the day.

I'm glad your reboot was successful.

Thanks.

The download gave me time to...

Think about things.

I guess you've come
to pick up your spare uniform.

Did I do something wrong?

No, Andy.

I'm sorry I panicked.

I guess I'm just not ready
to be a housewife.

You can work if you want to...

Whatever makes you happy.

I don't know if that's enough for me
to devote my artificial life to.

Are you okay?

It's the age-old story.

Boy meets house.

Boy loses house.

But I understand.

I'm not saying I don't want
to spend time with you.

If you want,
we can leave a door open...

Literally.

Really?

I would like that very much.

You and Zane had some,
quality boy time up there.

There was nowhere else to go.

Did you talk
about anything in particular?

You know, space stuff.

I need you to come with us.

Wait a minute.
Where is he going?

I have orders
to escort him to Washington.

Dr. Fargo, please follow me.

Sure.

How about them Redskins?

It is not football season, is it?

- I'm sen...
- Senator Mikayla Wen.

I know who you are.

Then you also know that I head up
the technology appropriations committee,

the same one that directs
funding for your...

scientific playground.

You did just launch a rocket

that nearly took out
the international space station.

That was an accident.

I wanted to leave
a note on the windshield.

Do you know why we're here?

To assess the continued value
of our work in Eureka?

You are a bright man, Dr. Fargo.

Get comfortable.

Your future in Eureka is about
to get very complicated.