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S.A.R.A.H.,
have you seen my phone?

S.A.R.A.H.?

Great.

Morning, Dr. Blake.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Good morning,
Dr. Blake.

Is anyone else gonna
come out of there?

It's a closet,
not a clown car.

Okay, what were you guys
doing in there?

They were both
servicing me.

I'm sorry that I asked.

Well, with Holly's essence
in S.A.R.A.H.'s computer,

I thought it might be nice
to display her

in a holographic form.

I mean, we're just working out
the final details.

How do I look?

Exactly like you.

I asked for bigger boobs.

You were perfect before
your untimely interruption,

and you are perfect now.
Aww.

Air kiss...

I can't actually touch
anything...

Yes, Holly, I'm familiar
with the concept of holograms.

Fargo, when was the last time
that you slept or...

Bathed, or weren't here?

My love can neither sleep
nor bathe nor leave.

So I shall do none of these
until she can.

And don't worry, I have
plenty of sick days accrued.

And I'm giving Dr. Fargo tips
on dating

a non-traditional entity.

Yes, because one of you
dating my house

wasn't non-traditional
enough.

- Where is my phone?
- Mom,

I told Dre we'd give him
a ride to school today,

so we have to go.

Okay, well,
if I could find my phone

or anything else
around here.

Dungeon master,
where were we?

Approaching
a subterranean river

in the caverns beneath
the orc-infested keep.

I can use that 50-foot pole

I... I think I found it.

- Where?
- There it is.

It... shocked me.

Mine did too.
What's going on?

What? What?

Happy Feynman Day.

Great.
Feynman Day.

And a fine day
for a Feynman Day it is.

You have no clue.

No. Remind me.

Global's version
of April fool's day.

Richard Feynman was a Nobel
prize-winning physicist

famous for his
practical jokes.

So a bunch of science nerds
playing pranks on each other.

What could go wrong?

Yes.

I have to go inspect
the medical equipment

for the new marine lab
before it opens tomorrow.

A day alone
in an empty underwater lab

is exactly what
I need today.

You mean a day alone
with your fiance

- is what you need now.
- Well...

It is not my fiance
that I'm avoiding.

I think I'll avoid
G.D. today myself.

Henry wants to talk
about the bachelor party anyway.

Yeah? Well, good luck.

On that note,

Any chance we could maybe,
uh...

Nail down a date
for the wedding?

It's on my list
of things to do.

Great, 'cause I spoke to Zoe,
and she's really excited.

And if you look on the calendar,
I've actually marked off...

I saw the calendar,
and I will, uh,

let my family know about
the wedding as soon as I...

Can.

You haven't...
You haven't...

Told your family
about the wedding?

Please don't get that look.

I... look, I've just been
really...

You know what, I don't want
to get into it right now. Okay?

- Okay.
- I gotta go.

Okay.

Boss.

If you're not busy,
I'm gonna head out.

Actually, I think I might have
an assignment for you.

You know how Fargo's been
living on my couch

and spending every second with
his sort of dead girlfriend?

It's not healthy.

I don't imagine
it's very good

for your pre-marital bliss
either.

No, there is that,

So I'm wondering, in your
loveable and tactful way,

if you could maybe...

Kick him to the curb?

Glad we understand each other.
Thank you.

Invisible barrier,
pre-approved.

Magnetized pants,
pre-approved.

Stop! Let me down!

Guys? Guys!

Foam party in the detergent
lab not approved!

Who is responsible
for this?

I didn't do that.

I'm just here about my
brachiopods.

I can't find them.

Dinosaurs.
Okay, tell me you're kidding.

No, uh, not brachiosauri.

Artemia salina,
to be precise.

Very tiny, very harmless.
Just not where they should be.

Missing who-zits...
Not on my list.

People,
what part of "pre-approved"

- do you not understand?
- Relax, Jo.

Try embracing spontaneity
for once.

See, you say spontaneity,
and I say

reckless disregard
for consequences.

I have 1,000 reconstituted
lungfish in the estivation lab.

The thermodynamics wing
is now a sauna.

And the cafeteria floor
is a trampoline.

You're Kinda missing the point
of Feynman Day, aren't you?

You mean there's a point
to all of this idiocy?

Yes. Some of the greatest
innovations in history

were the result
of a really cool prank.

How do you think we discovered
antimatter and velcro?

- Seriously?
- Well, no.

But it's possible, and you're
kinda squelching that potential.

Damn straight!

Okay, the next one
of you eggheads

to pull an unapproved prank
will be subjected

to unapproved discipline.

Spread the word.

What?

It looks like
someone treated your clothes

with nanofibers
from the meta-materials lab.

Bring on
the unapproved discipline.

Get outta here!

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S05 EP08 - In Too Deep

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What the hell?

Seriously, you drank
the coffee I sent you?

You're a dumb-ass.

Just chill. I just messed
with the speech center

of your parietal lobe
a little bit.

You'll un-beaker
in a day or two.

Well, three, tops.

"Congratulations,
you've been promoted

to head of section five..."

"Dumb-ass."

This is your idea
of payback.

Nice try.
You know what? You're right.

You know, you wouldn't have
the stones,

so why don't you tell Lupo

to leave the pranks
to professionals, okay?

Nice touch,
but I'm still not going

anywhere near section five.

Sweet silence.

Computer, status?

Initiating mobile lab
detachment.

What? No, no, no.
No detachment.

Computer, override.

Override unauthorized.

Prepare for airlock seal.

What? No.
Remain docked. Remain docked!

Help! Help!

Is anyone out there?

Is anyone up there?

Damn it.

Mobile lab launch successful.

Yeah, depends on
your point of view.

Surprise!

You pulled a prank on me?

Well, I wouldn't so much
call it a prank

- as a surprise!
- I hate surprises.

How do you not know that
about me?

Well, I didn't think
it was a bad surprise.

My God, one moment alone.
Is that so much to ask for?

Come on down.
Just...

Think you're gonna like
this one.

There you go.

My God.

Come... sit.

I'm virtual Vincent,
and I'll be your tour guide

through each delectable course
of my feast d'amour

as well as through
your undersea cruise

through the enchanting
Global Dynamics aquafarm.

Enjoy.

So...

This took a lot
of preparation,

Yeah.

Well, that wine isn't
gonna pour itself.

No.

Thank you.

Help, please!

Anybody?

Check this out.

No, no!
Not approved!

Larry, stop!

You almost
unleashed a flood.

Where is your P.A.?
I am ending this right now.

Listen up, Global.
Feynman Day is over.

Anyone perpetrating a prank,
authorized or not,

will be spending the night
in lockup.

As grand Poo-Bah
of section five,

I demand to be amused.

Let the section five pranks
continue.

Mr. Donovan...

And by the way,

you're looking smokin',
Lupo.

What?

Really?

Holly rolls a 20!

Head shot...

That eliminates
the last of the orc combatants.

Do you wish to proceed deeper
into the keep?

Guys, here's a thought.

You know how college roommates
have a sign

to let the other one know
they're getting busy inside?

"A," my college experience

did not involve a lot
of "getting busy."

And, "B," does the compound word
non sequitur

mean anything to you?

I'm going somewhere
with this.

Seeing as how we're both
romantically involved

with this house,
to one degree or another,

perhaps we should have
a similar system.

Like today, for example.

We could pretend that
I put out the sign,

and you have to go.

I'm not going anywhere.

But to be fair,
you have been monopolizing

all of her time, and...

You and S.A.R.A.H. have
an eternity to spend together.

Holly and I might only have...

Wait, might only...

S.A.R.A.H.?
S.A.R.A.H., where did she go?

Is she okay?

I am unable to
answer those questions

with any degree
of certainty.

As you know, Dr. Fargo,
maintaining Holly's existence...

Just get her back as soon
as you can... get her back!

Have what?

Only have until
the end of this campaign

until I have to
go back to work.

S.A.R.A.H.,
we're going deeper.

Nice...

If Zane
wants discipline,

I will give him
discipline.

Not approved!

This salad is
really delicious.

Every ingredient
in your kelp salad

was organically grown right here
in Eureka's own aquafarm,

the largest manmade saltwater
ocean habitat in the world.

Alli... how could you not
tell your family?

Jack, please,
can we just enjoy this meal?

Here's an interesting
tidbit.

Lake Archimedes is home
to over 10,000 forms

of aquatic life.

When I'm excited
about something in my life...

For instance,
my wedding day...

I like to share it
with my loved ones.

- And I'm going to tell them.
- Okay, when?

'Cause it feels like
you're stalling.

This from the guy who took
four years to ask me out?

I mean,
what is the big rush?

Let's just take a breath.

- A breath for what?
- And remember,

there's no need
for you lovebirds to be shy

around virtual Vincent.

What happens
in the mobile obser...

Lights.

Maybe we should just
do this another time.

Maybe we should.

What do you mean?

Well, what to you mean?

I meant lunch.

Right, that's what
I meant too. Lunch.

All right.

Henry told me how to
take it out of autopilot.

I've just gotta remember
the sequence.

- Jack.
- Hold on, I...

I did it with a song.
It was...

Seven...

Jack...

- Four...
- Jack!

What... yeah...

That doesn't look like
it's on the programmed tour.

Okay, number sequence.

Right, it's... it's, uh...

Seven. The... the...

- Four... uh... the...
- Go on!

Yes! Watch it!

Gotta say I was
expecting something

a little worse.

Auxiliary power activated.

Okay, well, whatever it was,
it fried the power.

Propulsion, navigation,
communication... they're all down.

All right.
Now what?

We drift down
to the bottom of the lake,

and we brace for touchdown.

Brace, brace, brace.

Again, not so bad.

Yeah!

That's bad!

Don't move.

Okay.

What the hell are those?

- Automatic safety shields.
- Okay.

Jack, we are not
on stable ground.

If we go over the edge,
this lab was not built

to take that kind of fall.

Okay, can, uh...
Can we drop anchor?

Secure to the lake bed?

- It's okay.
- We don't have an anchor.

All right,
can we, uh...

Maybe fire torpedoes?

Jack, this is a marine lab,
not the Red October.

How 'bout fire a...

Like a... like...
Like a grappling hook thing...

- Seriously?
- Well, at least I'm trying!

Wait a minute, the lab does
have a couple sample probes.

If I could bypass
the electronic trigger,

I could...
I could manually launch

all the probes
towards the trench at once,

and maybe the reaction will
push us backwards

onto stable ground.

Yeah, that's different
from firing torpedoes.

And now an explosion
in the alkali metals lab?

Seriously, if undermining
my authority wasn't enough,

someone could have really
been hurt.

Jo, come on.
I didn't blow this place up.

Are you going to deny
these assorted acts

of "spontaneity" too?

All right, well,
that one was me,

but you've gotta admit
it was kind of funny.

Okay, Zane...

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

There is a common
denominator to a bunch of these,

but it's not me,
it's water.

They're all water-based.
Look at this.

Steam in thermodynamics,
reconstituted lungfish.

Fishbowling Fargo's office,
the avalanche of lather.

Yeah, and alkali metals,

which don't exactly
play well together.

Watch.

The reaction's so violent
that it ignites

the liberated hydrogen gas.

All right.

Rubidium... water...

You might want to
stand back a little bit.

Okay.

You ready?

Multiply that
by a couple thousand grams...

And you get fireworks.

Yeah. Not exactly the spirit
of Feynman Day.

- Maybe this wasn't a prank.
- What do you mean?

- Do you hear that?
- What?

I think it's...
Behind here.

- A broken down sprinkler?
- No.

The lab uses a halon
fire suppression system.

So where's the water
coming from?

Henry,
I was just headed your way.

Okay, so G.D.'s water systems
are in the clear.

No leaky pipes,
no overflows. Nada.

Where's this water
coming from?

Lake Archimedes.

Okay.
Wasn't expecting that.

Yeah, you and me both.

I analyzed the water
from the pranks,

and the high content
of artemia salina

was the same in each.

It's from our lake,
no question.

Who... back it up.
Arti who?

Artemia salina.
Tiny brachiopods?

Fowler.

Whatever it is
you're doing,

does it have to be done
on the tippy side of the boat?

Do you really think
I arbitrarily

just picked a spot to bypass
the electrical system?

If my weight hasn't
put us over the brink.

I don't think a few more minutes
is likely to make a difference.

"Likely" is the word
I'd like to focus on.

Well, I am going
to focus on my plan

to move us back
from the edge of oblivion.

Your plan...
Which is based on my plan.

Yes, Jack,
you are the genius.

Wait, that's it,
isn't it?

That's what?

Why you haven't told
your family.

I don't measure up against
the geniuses you brought home.

Come on, you have to know,
after all these years,

the differences in our I.Q.
don't mean anything to me.

Aha! So you admit
there's a difference!

Of course there's
a difference.

What are the odds that
we would be exactly the same?

Well, I don't know.

I'm not bright enough
to figure it out!

You know what, Jack,
this is your issue, not mine.

What do you think, I go around
comparing your I.Q.

with my previous husbands'?

I do now.

You know what?
Me and my genius I.Q.

are gonna go back
to saving our lives.

Aaaah!

At least we survived
the descent.

Yeah.

So we're good?

Yeah, we're great.

That's not what I...

Never mind.

You know, when we don't
get back on time,

Jo will know what to do.

She's built for this sort
of rescue.

Great. Maybe she'll wear
her sexy cat suit

for the occasion.

I saw you two in the corner
at G.D. this morning

whispering together.

We were whispering
about this.

She's the one who helped me
pull it off.

Well, look how great
it's turned out.

You're...
You're still hung up on her?

That was a fake relationship
between a fake her

and a fake me
in a fake computer world!

A fake computer world designed
to follow

a plausible course
of events!

If you think that
I spend my day

comparing computer-world Jo
to you, that's your issue,

not mine.

Jack, what are we doing?

Is that a trick question?

Because I'm not
very bright, so...

We never used to be
like this.

I mean, our life
is becoming nuts.

I hadn't noticed.

I guess it's always nuts.

But we have always
been able

to get through anything
together.

Jack, I'm not worried about Jo,
or even the differences

between us.

I'm worried about losing
what we have.

And you really think
that's gonna happen?

I think that
it's already happening.

We've gotten so caught up
in the romance of things,

we haven't stopped to think
about reality.

The merging of our
households, our family.

The chaos of it all.

Jack, our kids will become
our kids.

What if things don't
work out?

I never thought about it
not working out.

Yeah, well, there's
a lot at stake here.

I mean, it's...

It's something that
we have to consider.

What you and I
have built together

is sacred to me.

And if we do this...

And it doesn't work out...

We will never be able to
go back to the way things were.

Before.

At this moment,
you'll get a remarkable view

of the famous
Archimedes trench.

But you wouldn't want to take
the plunge into that abyss.

That thing...
Is crazy deep!

Fowler, I found
your missing brachiopods.

Yeah, along with a cubic ton
of lake water

that you neglected
to mention.

Well, the water's
not important.

Well, Dr. Fargo
might feel differently

when he's swimming
to his desk.

Do you know how many labs,

how many projects
you've destroyed today?

I was trying to fine-tune
my targeting system

before the marine lab
opens tomorrow.

Look, it seems that particle
entanglement is more,

or perhaps less entangled
than I originally anticipated.

And Dr. Fargo's recent redaction
of my recent redaction

is contingent upon proof
that my matter relocator

has practical applications,
hence the brachiopods.

Okay, less "why,"
more "how."

Okay, I have been attempting
to transfer

a sample of artemia salina
from lake Archimedes all day.

Now, my readouts show that it's
been both taken and deposited,

but...

But you flooded G.D. instead.

You know, I bet
someone's Feynman Day antics

are responsible for scrambling
my directional signal,

not to mention
my job security.

Okay, listen, I'm gonna deal
with the pranksters,

but in the meantime,
I want this machine kept off.

Someone left the faucet on?

No, someone left
Feynman Day on.

Would you please go
and shut down

any section five pranks
still in play?

Look, I appreciate what
you're trying to do,

but those guys aren't
gonna listen to me.

Whether you believe it
or not,

you're head of section five.

So just stop acting
like a 12-year-old and man up.

Okay.

- But if this is a prank...
- Zane...

I'm not interested
in stooping to your level.

My level.
Real... ly?

Does that look like a chunk
of the new submersible to you?

To me it looks like
a key section

of the digital integrated
circuitry

that powers every operating
system on board.

Worse than chunk.

Yeah, a little bit.

The mobile lab's
not too mobile anymore.

How'd that get here?

Fowler relocated it.

Henry, please answer.

And the paladin rolls
another 20!

It's not very fair,
your being able

to control your roll
so precisely and all.

Yeah, but he's on our team,
so sha-bam!

Head shot!

Hold on.

I'm taking a sick day, Jo.
This better be important.

Fargo, we have an emergency
search and rescue.

We need you at G.D.

When you say emergency,
is that with a little "E"?

- Doug, go.
- Yeah, but we're...

It's not like I won't be here
when you get back.

Don't worry, Dr. Fargo,

I'll watch after
your girl for you.

I'll call you
if anything happens.

Okay.

My turn?

- Tell me you found them.
- Yeah, we're working on it.

Jack and Allison did not
take the programmed route.

Well, what about
communications?

No go. We've got rescue divers
combing the water.

They're doing high
and low-resolution

sonar sweeps of the lake.

Sweeps complete.

No hits.
How's that possible?

Okay, they're down there
somewhere... we missed them.

- Impossible, unless...
- The Archimedes trench.

It's more than a mile deep,
and that lab will not

survive the pressure
for very long.

How do we get to them?

We can borrow a submersible
from the nearest naval base,

but that'll take hours
to prep and transport.

- How much oxygen do they have?
- Nine hours, maybe more.

If that capsule's
still intact,

we'll get 'em back.

I trust you're both enjoying
the "lobster du love.."

This succulent invertebrate
is one of lake Archimedes'

most voracious
bottom feeders

and is a denizen
of the aquafarms

- you're now passing on the right.
- Really?

One thing works down here,
and it's gotta be him.

Every seafood lover
has had a bite

of one of these succulent
creatures.

Any seafood lover wouldn't
have it any other way.

- You...
- Enjoy...

Can you please
stop banging?

It's clearly not working.

Clearly.

Okay, listen.

I'm sure everyone's
working hard to find us,

so while we wait,
can we please not fight?

Or bang things.

Okay.

Who's in the mood
for something sweet?

The pressure!

Go! Go!

Go!

My God.

Come on!

What's the point of an airlock
if it's not airtight?

Can we seal this?

Jack, I don't think
we can stop this lab

from filling with water.

Don't mean to be
a buttinski,

but might I suggest
a dessert wine?

Sure! What goes good
with a watery grave?

I'd have to check
the Cafe Diem database

and get back to you
in a jiff.

Jack, wait!...

If he can connect
to an outside database,

then he has or had
a super wi-fi connection.

I realized it just as
it left my hand.

Okay, we might have
lucked out.

If I can get this thing
working again...

Okay...

MayDay! MayDay!

- Vincent, what are you...
- Hello? Anyone there?

Can you hear me?
Okay, we need help.

We just got vortexted...
Or something.

My God, it's Jack!
They're using virtual Vincent's

super wi-fi connection
to communicate.

We need to open up
a two-way signal

and lose the visual.

Then we fell into a trench,
and now we're in the airlock,

which, by the way, is not
as safe as it sounds!

- All right, Jack, it's Henry.
- Henry!

We have a submersible
on the way.

It'll take a few hours,
but even in the airlock,

you shouldn't be in any danger
of losing oxygen.

We're gonna drown before
we run out of oxygen.

Henry, we're gonna be underwater
in less than ten minutes.

There's gotta be another way
to get down there.

Fowler.
Turn that thing back on.

- What?
- Now!

Okay, he can relocate them.

He brought up a piece
of the lab earlier.

It doesn't work.

Zane, you shut down
all the pranks, right?

Yeah. Although none of them
utilize an energy spectrum

that would have messed
with Fowler's system.

That's because
it wasn't a prank.

What?

I did some tinkering
since we last spoke,

and it turns out
my targeting system is faulty.

Even if we had
their precise location,

I couldn't pinpoint them.

Well, Zane, you've been
targeting me all day. How?

I programmed this baby
to lock onto your DNA,

making you the bulls-eye
for an infrasonic

meta-material
changing frequency.

That's...
That's kinda brilliant.

Yeah, I can pleather her
at will.

No, for saving Carter
and Allison.

We have their DNA on file.

If we can program Zane's
DNA target system

into Fowler's matter
relocator,

then maybe we've got a shot.

Jack, it's a long shot, but
we're gonna use Fowler's device

to relocate you and Allison
back to G.D.

I know it sounds risky,
but it's all we've got.

Allison,
we're trusting our lives

to this thingy that
relocated a slab of beef

into Oblivion?

What if it mixes our DNA
with, like, fish,

and then we end up
like mer-people?

I mean, do they even
think about stuff like that?

Jack! We have to stop
worrying about what might happen

and start focusing
on what we can do right now.

All right, good idea.

Yeah.

So what do you want to do?

Okay...

- Okay, okay...
- Okay...

Okay, listen.

The pressure is
crushing the lab like a tin can.

- Right.
- Okay...

If we can manually
disengage

while there's still
enough air in here...

Right, oh!
Then we can float.

Well, we can hope for
neutral buoyancy at best,

but we should be able
to get enough separation

to stop the lab's collapse
from sucking us in.

Okay. Okay.
How do we do it?

Okay, there are four emergency
release levers under us.

You have to pull them all
to disengage.

Okay, I got it.

I'm on it.

Okay?

Jack?

Jack?!

I got it.

Okay...

It won't budge.

I think it got damaged
during the fall.

Okay, then...

- Did you get it?
- DNA on demand.

- Where do you want it?
- Right here.

God!

The matter relocator will be
operative in a few minutes,

so just sit tight.

All right.
So we wait.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- There's just one more thing.
- What?

- I've settled on a date.
- What?

Marry me, Jack.
Right now.

Are you sure?

I mean, I pictured something
a little different.

And, of course, once we do this,
we can't go back.

I don't want to go back.

Okay. Henry, uh...

You ready for some
on-the-fly officiating?

I don't know.

I was kind of looking forward
to being best man.

Yeah, great.
You can be both.

Well, Allison's gonna need
a maid of honor.

I'm talking to her now.

All right, then.
Dearly beloved...

We are gathered here today...

Henry, how about
the cliffsnotes version?

Right. Do you, Jack Carter,
take Allison Blake

to be your
lawfully wedded wife,

for richer or for poorer,

for as long as
you both shall live?

- I do.
- And do you, Allison Blake,

take Jack Carter to be
your lawfully wedded husband

so long as you both
shall live?

I do.

Then, if there are
no objections...

Hold on.

- What?
- Just... I mean, you're not...

We're not just doing this
because...

I mean, we're...

We're really doing this,
right?

I love you, Jack.

Good answer.

Bring us home, Henry!

Then I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Jack, Allison,
can you hear me?

Jack?

Jack, Allison,
can you hear me?

I have a lock
on their DNA signatures.

Hit it. Hit it!

Okay.

May I present doctor
and mister Jack Carter!

Jack, we're married.

How's it feel?

Wet.

Okay.

Here you go.
Thank you.

Thank you.

By the way,
you owe me a buck.

What?

You bet
against the wedding?

Ii didn't think you'd
actually go through with it.

Well, you proved me wrong,
so congrats, Carter.

Well, thank you.

We're still going through
with that bachelor party,

- though, right?
- Well, I think it-it...

It's something
we can discuss.

You guys,
that was so exciting.

Fowler,
you're fired.

I kinda figured.

So thanks for helping Jack
with my surprise today...

And for being
my maid of honor.

Well, I... I was
the only girl here, so...

No.

You really are
my maid of honor.

You can cry now.

Thank you.

Chicks.
Whatcha gonna do?

Okay.

Don't waste a second
with her. Not one.

Congratulations, Carter.

Thanks, Fargo.

- Jack, go be with your wife.
- Right.

So what's the deal
with me running section five?

It was my idea.
You like?

I... I... yeah.
But why?

Because you deserve it.

No, no, I-I don't.

Everyone knows I'm
a maturity-challenged screw-up

with little to no capacity
for leadership.

That's what everyone knew
about me too.

It took a time-line shift
to throw me into the deep end,

but I swam.
So will you.

I'm thinking
something small.

Your family
and my family...

Yeah, I don't know.

You want to talk about it?

I'm...

It's about Holly.

You're here
bright and early.

Gotta make a good impression
on my subordinates.

Look, Zane, I may have been
a little too uptight

about Feynman Day.

I was wrong.

That's okay.

I would apologize
for your wardrobe malfunction,

except your butt just looked
so damn good in that outfit.

But I get it.

It's your job to make sure
everyone's safe.

And you take it seriously.
I can respect that.

I lobbed you a softball,
and you took the high road.

Fargo picked the right man
for the job.

Yeah.
Well, I hope you're right.

Because I just gave myself
an assignment

that I can't screw up.

Fargo gave me his trust, and I'm
gonna give him something back.

What's that?

Holly.

She's dying again.

We were hoping S.A.R.A.H.'s
processors

- could handle her, but...
- Is there a computer that can?

No. Whatever Holly is now,

she's more than just information
as we know it.

Sustaining her is gonna take
a breakthrough

- in computer programming that...
- That only you can do.

Exactly.

Identity confirmed.

Welcome, Mr. Donovan.

I'm sure your butt
looks pretty good too.

Morning, boss. Mrs. Boss.

Don't worry, I'm not staying...
I just thought

you might want somebody
to drop off the kids today.

Andy, that's very
thoughtful of you.

And I'm gonna take Jenna
to the new

animation exhibit
after school.

You know,
to give you guys

- a few more hours of alone time.
- Thanks.

Yeah, I'm gonna get
out of your hair too.

You guys have been
more than patient,

and I can't keep ignoring
my responsibilities.

I am thinking
of keeping the beard, though.

I'm not sure that's
a good idea, necessarily.

And I can't
technically leave, heh,

but I can go into sleep mode
to give you privacy

as long as you want.
You just...

Okay... stop.

Nobody's going anywhere.

Fargo, in light of Holly,

I think maybe
your responsibilities can wait.

And, Andy...
Why don't you take a sick day?

Kevin, Jenna,

you're playing hooky today.

So you guys really want
to deal with total chaos

on your first full day
as husband and wife?

You bet we do.

Our life is total chaos,

and we wouldn't want it
any other way.

So... come on.

What's this game
we're playing?

A fantasy role-playing game.

We can always add a few more
party members to the quest.

All right.
Can I be sheriff?

Might he be under
a fighter class?

I would say paladin,

because he's
a good fighter, right?

That's it.

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