All language subtitles for Eureka S4 E11

Carter: 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 that we left.

Well, almost identical.

Hey.

Henry: I was naive
to think I could just

jump into this marriage.

Grace: We hit a...
Henry: Bit of a...

Tough time.

For a while. But it
made us appreciate...

Both: What we have together.

Zane: Me marry you?

In what universe?

I'm over us. I'm done.

Zane: You had my
grandmother's engagement ring.

Tell me what we were
to each other.

Jo: Nothing.

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

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

Carter: We took the plunge.

Carter: 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.

No. Not unless you know
how to tie one.

Yeah, well, yikes.

Hello, handsome men.

Oh, hi. Hello.

Uh, the bride needs you.

Pre—wedding jitters.
You're kidding me.

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

Okay.

Vince?

She's in the powder room.

Thanks.

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

No, sit tight,
Andy, I got this one.

Okay.

I hear we're having
bridal issues.

Cold feet.

Seriously?

Well, don't look at me.

Talk to the bride.

Sarah, you can't have cold feet.

You don't even have feet.

Sarah: Technically
you're correct, sheriff Carter,

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

Oh, this is beyond ridiculous.

Listen, we have
talked about this.

Studying the interaction of
two emotionally enabled al's

is an incredible opportunity
for neuro—computing.

Think of what we could learn
about human relationships.

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

No, I don't want to talk to...

Please. Please.

Please.

Pfft!

Sarah, um...

Andy is a great guy.

And you two were
made for each other.

You were actually
made for each other.

Sarah, just tell us
what you're feeling exactly.

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

Jo: Called it off?

If two machines
can't make it work,

what hope do
the rest of us have?

I'm just glad she finally
came to her senses.

Really? I thought everyone
in this place was dying to study

a happy little computer couple.

Sarah's just a machine
to these people.

As the father of the bride...

Well, the programmer
of the bride,

everything happened
just too fast for me.

Well, maybe that's the secret.

If you know someone too well,

youllnever taketheleap.

Zane: Hey, Lupo.

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

Mmm.

That's probably better, though.

You probably wouldn't be able to
keep your hands to yourself, right?

Don't you have work to do?

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

what, three weeks ago?

I'll get to it, little big man.

You know you can't
ignore me forever, Lupo.

Here's the overnight report.

There was a micro—breach
in the level two sewage line.

It tripped the biosensor.

Nothing major. Just annoying.

You are so cute.

Ion damper, now, or I'll send
you back to the mucous lab.

Wow.

Thanks. No problem.

But you know, Jo,
you're going to... Fargo.

You're going to have to explain

the engagement ring sometime.

Well, 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.

Well, for now the mucous
lab is the best I can do.

You know I'm starting to believe
that you're actually the real head of cd.

Damn straight!

Ooh, got to boogie, blueberry
cobbler day in the cafeteria.

It goes fast.

Who wants more wedding cake?

I'm fine. No, no.

Come on, I'll never
get rid of all of it.

And what am I going to do
with 400 pigs in 400 blankets?

You bring them out
is what you do.

Bless you, sheriff.

What? I'm hungry.

So, Jack, how did
Andy take the news?

Uh, he needed some
robot alone time.

All right, maybe having
all the trappings

of an actual wedding
was a mistake.

Yeah, it was ridiculous.

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

I like you calling me Jack.

Henry: So this honeymoon period

between the two of you is
going to be over soon, right?

Yeah, I'm almost
out of gas, I think.

Fargo: Look at
the size of that thing.

Cut the chatter, red two.

Accelerate to attack speed.

Whoa!

So this is how you
get to be head of g.D.?

What are you doing here?

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

I brought your ion
pulse engine damper.

It's all set.

You finished it? Yeah.

Handmade by yours truly.

But why would you bother putting
a pulse engine in this bucket?

It's got to be 60 years old.

The launch system's still fine.

Yeah, but you and Henry
pulled out navigation,

attitude control, comm systems.

Huh.

You're going to use this
for an unmanned launch.

Are you testing something?

It's on a need—to—know basis.

All right.

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?

Yeah.

Where did you put
the ion pulse damper?

I told you, I installed it in
the engine compartment.

Nobody told you to install it!

The ignition switches are on!

Well, how the hell
was I supposed to know

you'd be in here
playing with yourself?

You completed
the launch circuit.

What?

Whoa!

Whoa!

Fargo!

Zane!

Did we have a launch scheduled?

So, not good, then?

Man on pa: A level five
alert is in effect.

An unauthorized launch
has been detected.

Where's Fargo?

Don't know.

Well, find him, Larry.

Talk to me, Jo.

The tracking says it was

a decommissioned
Nevada class rocket.

It was primarily used
for manned 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—grant bridge.

A bridge device?

There's the gift
that keeps on giving.

There's a protocol
for a renegade launch.

Yes, we neutralize the rogue
with kinetic countermeasures.

We blast it with space
missiles. Thank you.

You'll need
Fargo's authorization.

He's not answering.

Okay. 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.

Wow. Almost seems like
you know how to run the place.

That rocket could come down
in the middle of a city.

I need Fargo's authorization
to launch those interceptors.

I'll find him. Thanks, Carter.

Oh, so I'm back to Carter now?

Holy socks!

Zane? You okay?

No gravity.

That's bad.

Um, grab onto something.

Huh?

Petro gravity field operational.

That better?

Oh, space is bad.

We just survived launch
in a non—launch—ready craft.

I'd say today is our lucky day.

Mission control,
come... come in.

Come in, mission control.
Come in...

Oh, bummer.

Dying is bad.

Life support. Life support.

Life support!

Woman on pa: Paging Dr. Fargo.

Report to mission control
immediately.

Telemetry.

It's on a collision course.

Okay. We can't wait for Fargo.

Initiating emergency
authorization override.

Dr. Allison Blake,
medical director.

Computer: A command triad
is needed for this function.

Please place your
hands on the glass.

Dr. Allison Blake. Confirmed.

Dr. Henry Deacon. Confirmed.

Larry, we're going
to need a third.

This feels like mutiny, I...

We don't have time to talk.

Okay.

Computer: Larry haberman.
Triad confirmed.

Command override accepted.

Good afternoon,
acting director Blake.

Launch intercept
missiles on my Mark.

Three, two, one.

Mark.

Computer: Missiles are away.

Calculating time to intercept.

Woman on pa: Paging Dr. Fargo.

Report to mission control
immediately.

Wow. Anything?

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

You find Fargo? Uh, not yet. No.

What about the lab security log?

The, uh, the records were...

Were damaged.

So far just entries
for Henry and Fargo

and "professor I.P. Freely."

I'm guessing that's Zane.

Yeah.

If everyone in town
felt that launch,

it's not like Fargo
would miss this.

Or Zane. He should be here
rubbing our noses in this.

He lives to watch us screw up.

Well, then where are they?

Maybe our empty rocket's
not so empty.

I think I'm going to be sick.

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

A—ha! There you are, Mr. Valve.

Oh, life support is up.

Capsule pressure is steady,

oxygen is flowing,
four liters per second.

Who's your daddy?

How much oxygen do we have?

Uh, at least six hours.

Six hours?

So basically we're
dead by dinner. All right.

Mr. Pessimistic, we're
going to figure this out.

Now is not the time to panic.

How about now?

They're trying to kill us.

It's standard protocol
for any unauthorized launch.

“Oh, it's standard protocol
for any unauthorized launch."

Nice last words, you geek.

Well, how about this?
You're an ass—hat. Bite me.

Ass—hat! Bite me!

Ass—hat! Ass—hat! Ass—hat!
Bite me! Bite me! Bite me! Bite me!

We are on target. Stop.

Computer:
Thirty seconds to impact.

Stop the missile. Henry: What?

Re—secure the lateral drift.

We only have one shot
at this. How do we abort?

Well, there's a
self—destruct, but you can't...

Carter!

Ass—hat! Ass—hat! Ass—hat!
Bite me! Bite me! Bite me!

What happened?

I really am going to puke now.

What did you just do?

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

They're on board?
You're... you're sure?

Well, they're both missing.

Wait, you just aborted the
missiles and you're not sure.

Well, they could
have been killed.

Maybe. But now
six others will die.

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.

I mean, just look out there.

It's beautiful.

Proximity indicator?
Proximity to what?

Whoa.

Oh, 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.

Because 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.

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

Yeah, but Zane and Fargo
will do something, right?

All of the control systems have
been removed from the capsule.

If they even
survived the launch.

We can talk to them.
I mean, 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.

Yeah.

Oh, man, we're heading
straight for it.

Do not hyperventilate.

You're going to use up
all our oxygen.

Hold on.

Larry: Nine hundred meters.

Eight hundred and seventy—five.

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.

Yeah, 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.

Fifty meters.

Forty.

Wait.

They're turning.

He's right.

Henry: Two degrees.

Foun comeon

this is going to be close.

Brace for impact.

They cleared the station.

Allison: Thank god.

I scraped the iss.

Now they're never going
to 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,
the thing can't turn on its own.

You were right, Carter.

Now the question is,

how do we get them back?

Carter: And that is what?

The communication panel
from the rocket lab.

It looks like a stereo
I had in high school.

Yeah, well, your stereo probably
had more computing power.

The capsule's
based on technology

usedin the Mercury program.

It's an antique
so we should probably

confirm if any of the
systems on board are active.

Hey. We got a green.

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

maybe less.

Allison: That's not
a lot of time.

Well, I mean, they managed
to turn the ship, though.

Right? I mean, come on,
what can they use?

Uh, 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.

Oh, the energy thing that stops
the space... 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.

Um, you're welcome.

This is all yourfault.

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.

Oh, yeah, no, that's right.

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... a first place?

Fargo!

Just forget it.
Go back to panicking.

I've 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 going to 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.

Zane?

Your ion pulse damper.

Which you built, right?

Uh, sort of "stole."

You took the pulse damper
from the boson cloud exciter?

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

Well, no one ever
uses the stupid thing.

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

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

Henry: Initializing
the boson cloud exciter.

Plasma's coming online.

Um, I didn't have much time

to explain about Zane
and Fargo in that ship.

I know. And you
saved their lives.

But you're mad. No.

You're something.

Um, I had a hunch.

I know.

You usually trust my hunches.

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

You just decided.

Is that supposed
to be doing that?

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

Hold, hold, hold!

That's a pattern.

Could they
be turning the panel on and off

to create morse code?

No, no, no, it's acp 131.

A z—code, a NATO standardized
quinary communication.

"B—c—e—z—I—h ."

Bce dangerous?

The boson cloud exciter.

I'll tell Henry.

Well, that's just bad timing.

All electrical impulses were
obliterated by that pulse.

The ionized cloud is
going to take hours to fade.

So we're going to be
in the dark for hours?

We need to find Henry.
Well, the phones are fried.

Well, anything that uses
electricity is going to be useless

from car batteries
to fusion generators.

Um, so how far away
is the bcc thing?

A few miles. We better
start walking.

Nice.

Need a lift?

Yeah.

Horses, now that
is a great idea.

You did great. My ass hurts.

Well, you did...
I'll rub it later.

You did great.

Ah. So, Fargo warned us the
bce would be malfunctioning.

Yeah, its, uh,
pulse damper is missing.

Wait, wait, wait,
you talked to Fargo?

He talked to us. Z—code
via the comm panel.

Well, that's great. If we
invert the frequency cycling

then we can probably
get a message back to him.

Well, not now that we're on
little house on the prairie.

I tell you what,
there's another panel

in an old communication
station just outside of town.

Well, if it's outside the ionic
pulse radius, it might still be active.

Okay, we can use that
to talk to Zane and Fargo.

What about fixing
the, uh, catcher's mitt?

Well, we've already started
to replace all the fried circuitry

and I can improvise a
one—time use ion damper,

but we need power.

Wait, my lab has an insulated
energy generator with copper shielding.

It might've survived the pulse.

Great. We'll grab the ieg,
plug it into the bce,

and everything will be a—okay.

I'm on it.

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

How are you even going
to get down there?

I'm making it up as I go.

Grace and I will repair the
bce as quickly as possible.

Uh, but that power source will
only give us a few seconds lead time.

And the bce needs
to be up and running

when they transport.

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

Where's the radio shack?

Uh, 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.

Well, it 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.

Okay.

Okay, try it.

Eureka, we have a problem.

So you really think we
have a shot at getting home?

If they figure out
how to fix the bce.

Well, 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?

Well, like someone messed with
my brain and erased my memories.

Jo and I,

we used to be something, but...

I don't know what and she does.

If you, um,

if you loved someone,

wouldn't you want to know?

Fargo: 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 Sarah dumped me,
I wanted to be left alone,

but I was interrupted
by a severe ion pulse.

Now my software dictates
that I should

verbally acknowledge
my physical damage.

Your head is made out of metal.

Copper bipolar alloy, actually.

Durable and stylish.

That's how you
survived the pulse.

Andy, you're a power source.

It's all destroyed.

Well, we...

Carter: Is that
what I think it is?

This is...

We have a dial tone.

All right, NASA's navcom
is the only place I can think of

that might have
the right hardware.

Okay, uh, if we dial zero
for the operator, we...

Or you might know the
number off the top of your head.

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 for you?

Never made it. They
rejected me every time.

Hey, hello. Can we...

No, I can't press zero to
speak to the operator. I got a...

Priority. They have a
voice—tag system. Oh.

Hello, yes. This is
Dr. Allison Blake,

security clearance 738
domino apple Mary.

I need emergency clearance for
a mercury—era uhf transmitter.

Yes, Mercury.

It predates everything
that they have. They can't help us.

They have satellites, right?

I slowed down the oxygen leak.

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

Done. We just need
to fire this bad boy up

and pray that they
got our message

and have the bce
ready to catch us.

Hey, um, sorry for
being so useless before.

You really held it
together, man.

Yeah, well, buy me a milkshake
when we hit the ground.

What?

It says "unknown caller."

What do you think roaming
charges are in space?

Answer it.

Hello?

Fargo, it's Jack! Don't
fire up the ftl drive,

Henry's still trying to fix
the... the catcher's mitt.

So push the button at 5:05 pm.

Uh, yeah, one problem.
We only have 56 minutes...

Five. Fifty—five
minutes of oxygen left.

They're running out of oxygen.

Hey, Fargo, do you hear me? Jump
in 50...

No, uh, you're breaking up.
Was that 50 what?

Fifty—fou r!

Fargo?

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

I think he got the message.

Carter, if they fire up the
ftl before we're ready,

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

Have a little faith.

Let's ride. Let's go.

Henry, we got to move!

Zane and Fargo
are running out of air.

We're not ready. Without
the power cell, we're still dead.

I'll find Jo. Just make
sure the mitt's ready, okay?

Got you.

Come on.

Where's the power cell?

I think I found us
another energy source.

Oh, good.
We're running out of time.

Andy's the... seriously?

His power cell
survived the blast.

Howdy, partner! Howdy.

Andy: I'm on a horse!

I always kind of knew
I was going to die young.

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

You're not going to 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 ftl,

we really are going to die.

No, we're not.

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

Yeah, well,
third time's the charm.

What happened to Mr. Optimistic?

He woke up and smelled
the oxygen leak.

You can't smell oxygen.

You know what I mean!

Hineverfix the ftl 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 the
bce ready in time to catch us.

Let's do this.

Connecting the
polymer membrane now.

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

We'll find out.

Okay, 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,

I'iow.

Huh.

What?

No, I was just expecting
something a little...

Bigger!

Okay. Well,
on your order, captain.

Engage.

Nice catch!

Oh! Oh!

Don't worry, kid, we'll fix you.

All right?

That was awesome!

Uh, yeah, not the word
that I would choose, but, um,

thanks for getting us down.

I couldn't have
done it without you.

Hey. Hey.

Good to see you.
Good to see you.

Fine. But do not touch my ass.

Uh, it's good to see you, jojo.

Mmm.

Hey.

So has the torch been passed?

Yes. 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.

Uh—uh. Running that place
is a pain in my neck.

You need a hot bath? Cowgirl?

Mmm. That sounds good.

Why don't you
take me home, Jack?

So we're back to Jack now?

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

Okay, listen, if we're
going to be working together

and sleeping together, things
are going to get complicated, Jack.

I can handle complicated.

Sarah: Andy?

Sarah, hi.

Can I come in?

Of course.

I heard how you
helped save the day.

I'm glad your
re—boot was successful.

Thanks.

The download gave me time
to think about things.

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

Sarah, did I do something wrong?

No, Andy, I'm sorry I panicked.

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

Well, 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 the door open.

Literally.

Really?

I would like that very much.

So, Fargo, you and Zane had
some quality boy time up there.

Yeah, well, there was
nowhere else to go.

Did you talk about
anything in particular?

Well, you know,
just space stuff.

Dr. Fargo, 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.

So, how about them redskins?

It is not
football season, is it?

Dr. Fargo, I'm...

Senator Michaela wen.

I know who you are.

Oh, well, then you also
know that I head up

the technology
appropriations committee.

The same one that directs
funding for your, um,

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.