All language subtitles for Eureka S4 E13

Zane: Previously on Eureka...

Behold the world's
first wormhole ftl.

I'm here to evaluate
the ftl's potential

before the Grant becomes final.

What Grant?

The twenty billion dollars
you're getting to build a spacecraft

capable of reaching titan.

It's not like we went
through a wormhole

and got stuck in 1947.

What do you want from me, Zane?

I want to know what we were.

Hello, Allison.

Beverly: You're about
to have quite an adventure.

Global dynamics is home to
the greatest minds on the planet,

but for a mission
like the astraeus,

we're looking
for the best of the best.

Are you up to the challenge?

Oh, look, there's
Dr. Holly marten,

foremost authority
on launch vehicle design.

And let's not forget titan.

So, if a six—month
scientific sojourn

with 20 of the
world's greatest minds

sounds like the getaway
of a lifetime,

then submit your
application today.

Time's running out.

Global dynamics wants you!

Dr. Fargo, hi,

my magnetoplasma
generator is perfect

for the astraeus rover on titan.

Dr. Marten, I have
developed a chamber

that suspends the ftl traveler
in a controlled dream state.

Okay, people, no
harassing the vips, okay?

I'm extremely sorry.

They've all got space fever.

It's really very
exciting. Please.

And anxiety provoking.

I do not... do not
care for crowds.

Well, I will do my best
to keep the lines at bay.

You, sit.

Eat. Now!

Sorry.

So, Holly,

given your discomfort
with humans,

I'd be perfectly happy to take the
lead during the interview process.

That's very thoughtful,
Dr. Fargo,

but I will be able to manage.

How many applicants do we have?

Three hundred and eighty-seven that need
to be pared down to a final crew of 20.

Maybe I'll just evaluate the tech
side while you ask the questions.

Splendid idea!

Dr. Fargo, looking
rather dapper today.

Parrish, that was a...

The tie you've picked out almost
makes your head look normal size.

Was more what I expected.

And Dr. Marten, might I add

you are looking fetching.

Oh, thank you.

That's probably an attempt to get
on my good side for your interview.

No, ma'am, I am merely
stating an empirical fact.

Oh, well, in that case...

What do you want, Parrish?

Oh, it's not what I
want. It's what you want.

Presenting the latest in
interstellar molecular gastronomy.

My limacoids are a
nutritionally perfect food.

They will provide for
every dietary need on titan.

Mmm. Tastes like
chicken. Don't they?

Save it for the interview.

Come on. This is a
freshly baked batch.

Bet you can't eat just one.

Oh, not bad.

Not bad.

What are limacoids anyway?

Banana slugs.

Sarah: Good morning, Dr. Blake.

Good morning, Sarah.

Good morning, sheriff.

Wow. Wow, you look... you...

Thank you.

Mmm. Mmm.

Oh, is it coffee breath?

No, no, I still can't
shake this headache.

Well, maybe you should
have someone look at it then.

I don't like doctors.

No, I... and yes,
I see the irony.

What's this?

Oh. Baseball hall of fame.

Planning your escape?

Planning our escape.

Okay, so, see, you, me,

kev, Jenna, this summer,

we go and find out that
america's favorite pastime

doesn't happen in a lab.

Mmm. And you're
planning this for all of us?

Uh... yeah.

Too soon? It's... it's too soon.

I love it.

I was thinking July.

Oh, better make it August.

The astraeus mission
interviews start today

and I'm prepping
for the physical exams.

Space.

Uh, competition for that
is going to be fierce.

Yeah, Fargo has us looking at
some new high-tech security thing.

Has to be seen to be believed.

Sarah: Good morning, Zane.
Good morning, Sarah.

I'm detecting a change in your
electrolytes since you arrived last night.

Would you like a sports drink?

No, thanks, Sarah, I'm good.

'Sup?

Both: 'Sup?

Uh, later.

Not a word.

Don't.

You're early, Lupo.

But I can think of a way to help
pass the time until the others get here.

Take a seat.

I am sorry, Zane,
but last night was it.

I thought
the night before was it.

And the night before that.

Oh. I could come back if
you need a minute or longer.

It's fine, Carter.

Okay, people, I have
interviews starting in five minutes,

so let's get the show
on the road. Okay.

Uh, the need for heightened
security around the astraeus mission

requires the most advanced law enforcement
technology global dynamics can offer.

Zane, show them the hardware.

Meet my pals.

Predictive algorithm lenses.

Think of them as an early
warning security system,

predicting problems
before they happen.

Like a weather
forecast for trouble.

Partly cloudy with a
chance of global catastrophe.

All right, relax.

Locked and loaded.

Whoa.

What is all that?

The pals scan and analyze
potential security and safety risks.

Then they play the
outcomes in live action,

giving you a variable time
frame for them to become reality.

Yeah, it's like having
your own professor Xavier.

Who's professor Xavier?

Okay, I'm going to pretend
you didn't just say that.

Anyway, I designed the pals

to predict accident
hazards at the workplace,

as well as behavior
assessment for law enforcement.

Why don't you tell us
what you see, Lupo?

Well, the wiring in the
electroculogram recorder,

it has a short circuit,

and it needs to be fixed.

Wait, I'm getting
something else.

Not something you like?

Not really.

Calculating every risk
in Eureka is impossible.

Yeah, well...

Not if you have
a big enough hard drive.

Thanks to a few hundred gallons
of thermal displacement fluid,

my pal's quantum processor
can handle anything.

So the lenses can
measure the human factor?

Sure. Heart rate,
perspiration, adrenaline.

They'll actually quantify
physiological response,

emotional states, as well
as physical movements.

All right, chief, you're up.

No, I don't like stuff
getting stuck in my eye.

I like, you know,
sight and instincts.

I'm... I'm a real cop.

Not... notlike...

Real cop?

I'm a real cop. Seriously?

Real cop.

Lupo.

I'm on my way.

Parrish is having, uh,
security code trouble.

You should join me, Carter.

This may be a job
for a real cop.

You're going to
milk this, aren't you?

Obviously.

All right, well,
see you later, Lupo.

Don't count on it.

Jo: Go ahead and ask.
Carter: No idea what you mean.

I had to get it out of
my system... yeah.

With Zane, just to be sure.

Well, watch it. There
are other people involved.

Other female people,
like my daughter.

I didn't mean
for this to happen.

So it's just a
one—time thing? Yes!

Except for the other few
times... well, this time is it.

How long have you guys been
getting this out of your system?

Five or six weeks,
but it's over.

Five weeks? Now we can move on.

Finally.

What is the problem,
Dr. Parrish?

I can't access
the cooling system.

Someone is messing
with my limacoids

to eliminate me
from the astraeus mission.

But why? You're so much fun.

And paranoid.

Nothing wrong with
your security code.

Something must be
jamming the pipe.

Well, then un—jam it.

Without a fresh supply
of dormancy gel,

my limacoids will expire.

Oh, well, we can't have that.

That... that... I got this.

Watch and learn.

Have at it, friend.

You knew this was going
to happen, didn't you?

You're a bad person.

Oh, so cold.

I know.

The limacoid dormancy gel
pulls body heat for cryosleep,

but your temperature
should stabilize soon.

Okay. And in the meantime?

I'd say try a hot shower.

Thanks.

Sorry. Was I staring?

Yes.

Oh, I do that sometimes.

Now it's awkward.

What can I do for you, Holly?

Oh, it's not for me,
Dr. Blake. It's for the mission.

I was going over
our long list of candidates

and I noticed
a name was missing.

A pretty prominent one.

You know, yours.

Oh, no, I'm not applying.

But we're talking
about going into space.

You should be first in
line given your expertise.

I mean... you wrote "the Blake."

Pardon?

That's funny.

But, seriously, your
textbook on space medicine

didn't just set the
standard, it created it.

This could be an opportunity
to implement your research.

Well, thank you,

but I don't think that I'm really in
the position to become a candidate.

Okay, no pressure,

but if you change
your mind, let me know.

You would be a huge asset.

Sheriff,

I notice you have a little
bit of limacoid in your hair.

Do you know they
taste like chicken?

I did not.

Okay then.

You wrote a book?

Apparently.

This timeline gets
weirder and weirder,

but there's royalties...

Wait, do you want
to go into space?

What? Uh, no.

Carter, I'm a mom now and...

Come on, you're not going
to get rid of me that easily.

Uh, next.

As demonstrated,

my limacoids are clearly the
superior food for all forms...

Fargo: Next.

I want to conduct a study

on the impact of ftl travel

on synaptic response time.

As it relates to
erectile dysfunction.

Wait, there's actually
a risk of that?

The fuel cell in my
magnetoplasma generator

will allow the astraeus rover
pilot to travel at safe altitudes

within titan's atmosphere.

I have developed
a sleep chamber,

which balances levels
of Melatonin and...

Fargo: Thank you. Next.

What? Why?

Oh, I don't know, Dr. Gregor,

maybe because your
chamber has a strong possibility

of putting its user in a
level one gcs coma.

We're going to titan,
not neverland.

My projections say yes.

Mine says no. Next.

Fargo: Your designs
are impressive.

The application's
well—considered. Thank you.

You're through, Dr. Dillon.

Thank you.

That was a lot

Easier than...

I'm not finished.

Fargo: Space isn't
for everyone, Dr. Parrish.

I would know since
I've been there.

This is ludicrous. Dr. Marten...

I'm afraid we have
to be in agreement,

Dr. Parrish,

and Dr. Fargo seems
surprisingly adamant.

I'm sorry.

This isn't over, Fargo.

Bye now.

Next.

Are you sure about Dr. Parrish?

Look, Holly, I know
people and he is bad news.

All right, well, let's see.

I was the engineering team
leader on six space shuttle missions.

I have adapted my
immersion projection system

to prepare the astraeus
crew for life on titan.

This simulation was built

from the latest scans
on titan's surface.

Holly: It's beautiful.

Indeed. Although, at 94 kelvins

I wouldn't exactly
call it a tropical getaway.

Impressive.

You know what I like about you?

Everything.

We're putting you
through to the next round.

Thank you.

Twenty—six down,
only 361 more to go.

At this rate, we'll be through
this round by the end of the week.

I told you not to worry.

Mmm.

Are you okay?

I have to say, Dr. Fargo,

that was very impressive.

Not that I expected
that you wouldn't be,

it's just... uh, whatever.

You know what I'm saying.

Thank you?

And please just call me Douglas.

I think I was drawn to space
travel just to get some perspective.

You know?

There's something
comforting about

knowing that all our human drama

doesn't amount for
a blip in the universe.

Out there, it's
infinite possibility.

Fargo: And we're
just a pale blue dot.

Carl sagan was one of my heroes.

He died on my birthday.

It was sad.

So, um, I was wondering
about the possibility

of maybe grabbing a bite
to eat later on?

Sure.

We could start comparing
notes on the candidates,

dividing them into
groups for the next phase.

I was thinking of something

a little more off the clock,

like, say, dinner.

Um, I'd like that,

Douglas.

Why the frown, frosty?

Uh, Holly's trying
to recruit Allison

to be the medical director
for the mission.

Wow, that is great for Allison.

Yeah. Yeah. I mean it's...

It's six months away and
a billion miles from here.

I think it's halfa billion.

Hey, a lot of people make
long distance relationships work.

Being on another planet is a
little more than being long distance.

I think titan's a moon.

You're missing the point.

Hang on, I'm getting
some warnings.

You think your work is more
important than mine, Dillon?

I don't know!

I'll let you know
when I get to titan, my boy.

Everybody out! Everybody out!

Everybody out! Everybody out!

Dr. Parrish!

Jo: Hey!

Uh!

What the hell are you doing

with a combustible element
outside of a secure lab?

My thought exactly.

I got nowhere with diagrams.

I had to present the real thing.

Oh, great idea.

Just take this back
to the propulsion lab

before I have you both redacted.

Fine. Whatever.

Idiot. Dumbass!

Hmm.

So, you ready to try
on a pair of pals now?

I think so.

Can I get one lens
tuned to ESPN?

The... sure.

Mmm.

You okay?

Oh, yeah, I, um,

just have a migraine.

Ah, well, you know it's
probably the newfound fame

going to your head.

I've heard about "the Blake."

You know, Henry,

I had planned to expand
my dissertation into a book,

but then Kevin's father
died and life took a turn.

But you did write the book,
I mean, in another timeline.

And the astraeus crew
would be lucky to have you.

Hey, guys. Hey.

Am I, uh, interrupting?

Uh, no, I was just congratulating
our published author

and discussing

a once in a lifetime
opportunity to go to titan.

You don't want to go?

I mean that's...
That's what you said.

I couldn't leave what I
have here for six months,

so no, I'm not interested.

But you guys are in
the middle of something

so I'll, uh,

catch up with you in a bit.

Okay. Okay.

Check in on you later.

Allison, look, I...

I mean, I understand.
I don't mean to push.

No, Henry, I
appreciate your support.

Another time maybe.

Well, that's the point.
This is another time.

So, uh, how are you
liking your new pals?

I don't know.

I mean, they're
just guessing, right?

It's not like
they're 100% accurate.

Well, they're pretty damn close.

Hmm.

Hey, you seeing this?

Yeah.

Gee!

Ew! Here.

Take smaller bites.

First, Fargo humiliates me

and now you won't even
let me masticate in peace?

Well, not in public.

It means to chew.

I know.

I am finished with all of you.

I will be destabilizing
the magnetic sheath

on my Nitroglycerin mix,
if anyone cares.

Carter?

You see that prediction?

Cataclysmic means bad, right?

Jo: A head wound.

What happened to him?

What was that, Jo? I don't know.

But the pals said
it's 96% certain

it'll happen in the
next couple hours.

The pals say?

What, are we going
to jump every time

our hugely uncomfortable
contact lenses tell us?

Everything they've predicted
has happened and Zane...

Um, guys, you're scaring
the customers, so...

Look, I'll tell
Zane what we saw.

He'll be able to isolate the
factors that led to the prediction.

All right, I'll talk to Parrish.

He said he was, um...

Destabilizing
some Nitroglycerin.

Yeah. Okay.

All right, everybody, if I can
have your attention please?

Calmly get your
way out of cafe diem

and away from
main street, please.

Um, why?

No idea. Just do it.

Oh. Okay.

All right, everybody.
Yeah, thank you.

Sorry, sir. Yeah, everybody.
Thank you very much.

Dr. Lee: You're running
this thing, son?

What are you, 12?

Dr. Lee, is it?

I prefer generalissimo,
but Dr. Lee will do.

Ah, well, I see your focus

is experimenting with the
effects of gamma radiation.

I've produced some
surprising results.

Don't you think you're just a
titch too old for space travel?

Don't make me angry, son.

You wouldn't like me

when I'm angry.

Sorry, generalissimo.

Next.

Hmm.

So, an explosion
outside cafe diem?

You see direction,
details, injuries?

Some.

But it happened really fast.

And I haven't had a reading
from your pals since.

Yeah, because since
Carter's pals went online,

somethi ng's overtaxi
ng the system.

I just gotta figure out what.

Well, do it fast.
We don't have much time.

Where have I heard that before?

Just fix the lenses, Zane,
before someone gets hurt.

Whatever you say, Jo-Jo.

Let me get this straight,

you are accusing me
of something I might do?

Well, when you... when
you say it like that, it sounds...

Asinine,

moronic,

slanderous.

Are you having a seizure?

No, I...

Okay, look,

we have to wear these
predictive contact lenses

and they saw an explosion coming

when you stormed out to
deal with your Nitroglycerin,

which goes boom, so...

I use a few micrograms

to increase oxygen
catalyzation for my limacoids.

I put it in my slug food.

Oh. Yeah.

It's for nutrition, not napalm.

Parrish,

when they cut you
from the astraeus project,

you were very vocal about
being done with everyone.

Because you're all imbeciles!

The astraeus project
is the biggest thing

to happen in the world
of science in a millennium.

I deserve to be part of it.

Everyone wants to go.

And anyone who says
othennise is lying.

Jo: Get anything from Parrish?

Uh, mostly insults.

But I don't think he's involved.
And my pals are useless.

Zane's trying to
get them back online.

He said something's
overtaxing the system.

You didn't tell him, did you?

Not about him. I, uh...

I want him to stay focused.

Good. Good.

There's no point starting
a widespread panic

when we're not even sure
if these things are working.

Now, when... when you saw
Zane, did he have the head bandage?

Like in the prediction?

Good. So some things
could still change.

Yeah.

You look distressed.
Did something happen?

Uh, not yet.

What?

The pals picked up a prediction,

but we're
working on avoiding it.

Oh, okay, good.

Well, we've got to get
back to the interviews.

It's going great.

Douglas almost has a
sixth sense about people.

He just, uh, can
read them like a book.

Can he now?

Yeah. It's kind ofuncanny.

Thirty seconds, he just knows.

Well, Douglas,
that's impressive.

Yeah. Anywho, got
to get back to work.

Titan isn't coming to us.

Holly, uh, Douglas is going to
catch up with you in just a second.

Okay? Fargo,
let's go for a walk.

Okay, then, I'll just
get started alone.

With this long line of people.

Candidate 3: Hey! Dr. Marten!
Candidate 4: Dr. Marten!

Fargo has something to say.

I may have borrowed a
pair of pals for personal use.

What?

Man, no wonder
the system's crashing.

It's only meant to
support two pair at a time!

You could have told me
that in your demonstration.

Whoa, wait, this
doesn't look good.

No, the core's overheating

because the system is trying
to process too much information.

Take them off, Fargo!

No hitting!

Well, that's it.
The pals are offline.

Wait, for how long?
Maybe for good.

See what you did?

What's the big deal anyway?

Main street is about
to be leveled

and the pals were the only
thing that could show us how.

That is what you
call a situation?

Again you could have told me!

Well, we have no idea if what
we saw is going to happen.

Zane could die.

What? Ow! Damn it!

What are you staring at?

How could you not tell me, Lupo?

I was going to. I just...

When you finally
got around to it?

Would you hold still please?

Right! Because I wouldn't
want to get an infection,

before I'm blown up
into a billion pieces!

Look, you can kill
each other later.

We have less than 90 minutes.

Well, the pal system's crashed.

It could take weeks
to get it back online.

Without the lenses,
we're flying blind.

Well, for gathering
new information maybe,

but what about the data
you already recorded?

Well, if the hard drive is okay,

we could check with Henry to see

if his immersion projection
system could handle

the conversion process
of the pal memory files.

It's worth a shot.

All right, I'll pull...
I'll pull the hard drive.

Thanks.

I gotta get these out.

Oh, okay. Sit down. I'll do it.

Ready? Yeah.

Well, yeah.

Oh! Whoa!

Dry socket!

Yeah, could've warned...
Could've mentioned that.

That could have been mentioned.

So a good day, huh?

Yeah, epic. Epic.

Yeah, first time I've
ever worked on a crisis

before it actually happened.

Well, I think that
we have all realized

that our future
is not set in stone.

We're going to figure this out.

Yeah.

You can go to titan.

I mean, you wrote a space book.

A book on space
medicine, but that's...

But it was your dream.

I let go of that dream
a long time ago.

Well, now you got
a second chance.

Okay?

I can take care of them.

Kevin and Jenna.

You would do that?

Well, we'd miss you
like crazy, but...

Yeah, we'd be okay.

Just think about it, okay?

Okay.

The hard drive looks okay.

Here, take it to Henry and
see what he can find out.

I'm going to try to get
the system back up.

You, uh, coming, real cop?

Yeah.

Hey, sorry I abandoned
you like that.

How'd it go?

You know what? It was okay.

I mean, I don't know
how it was for them,

but, uh, I feel
kind of exhilarated.

Like we were connecfing.

Sometimes you just have
to face your fear, right?

So, do you want to
call in the next victim?

Actually, there's something
I have to tell you, Holly.

I'm not the fearless
leader you think I am.

In truth, I'm actually
just as insecure as you.

No, in the interviews
you're so...

I used a pair of Zane's pals

to do some
psychological profiling.

That's...

That's kind of major.

I know, but they really helped
me assess the candidates.

And, I admit I may have been a little
overzealous in dismissing some of them,

but I think I just really
wanted to impress you.

So you made your
choices based on

what an experimental
technology told you to do?

Kind of.

Douglas, this mission
is a huge responsibility.

It's my responsibility

and I take that very seriously.

I just...

I need to take a
moment to decide what...

We're done for today.

So I guess dinner's off.

The pals keep a visual
record of what you see,

similar to the dvr on your TV.

These are some of the most
complex files I've ever seen.

But I've been able
to extract enough data

to recreate some key elements.

Well, anything you
can show us would help.

And it'll continue to render and
provide more detail over time.

It's kind of creepy.

Tell me about it.

I should have told him.

I should have warned
Zane about what we saw.

Save him.

He'll get over it.

The data we've been
able to pull will show

the prediction in cafe diem

from just before the explosion.

Okay, um, can you...

Can you play this back
again but more slowly?

Sure.

Carter: Stop.

Yeah. There.

There was a shockwave
before the flames.

Well, the timing
between the shockwave

and the flame would be
a matter of milliseconds.

And dependent on
the point of detonation.

Mmm.

Let's take a look outside. Okay.

It's starting to render.

Oh, wow.

Jo: What is it?

Explosion didn't start downtown.

It started at g.D.

Carter: It's going
to wipe out the town.

I want any unstable
projects secured

and all g.D. Personnel
evacuated in 15 minutes.

We only have 20.

Well, that gives us
five to spare.

Take your security teams,

do a sweep of the building

make sure no one
gets left behind.

Already in process
and they're almost clear.

Oh.

Zane's almost got the pal system
running again. I'm going down.

Keep me apprised.

Dr. Marten,

you're overseeing the
transfer of the ftl drive.

Yes. It's already being moved
to a secure location offsite.

Okay, great. You
should stay with it

and I'll get in touch
with you as soon as

everything in here
is under control.

What?

I knew you had it in you.

Man on P.A.: Security alert.

Thanks.

Carter: Man, if I had this

when I was a marshal on
crime scene investigation,

that'd be easy.

Henry: Yeah, and this will
be great for the astraeus crew.

I mean, they'll know titan
like it was... main street.

Yeah.

Hey, um, how is grace with
you applying for the mission?

Oh, she's been amazing.

I mean, she knows that going to
space has always been a dream

so she's ready to support it.

Good. Yeah...

Because, uh,

I told Allison that I'd...
That I'd support her.

That's huge.

Well, yeah...
So, what'd she say?

Well, she didn't
have to say anything...

Carter: That Fargo's head?

Well, technically
it's his bobble head.

Yeah, but that came
all the way from g.D.

Debris has been found up to a
mile from an explosion's origin.

Okay.

What is that?

That looks like Dillon's
propellant canister.

We're running out of time.
How close are you?

Well, the pal processor works by
maintaining a constant magnetic field.

When Fargo's lenses overtaxed
the system that field was disrupted.

We tried to jump start it
with this generator,

but it keeps
shutting down again.

You see? See? This is
called sharing information.

Okay, listen,

I am sorry that I didn't
tell you what we saw,

but I didn't know
how to handle it.

I knew you cared.

Oh, god, don't flatter yourself.

Why you got to be
like that? Huh?

Why can't you just relax
and see where things go?

Because I've done this before.

We don't work.

We just have a spark.

Sometimes a spark
is all you need.

What do you see there?

It's a bunch of burned debris.

It's a fragment from one
of your propellant canisters.

It may be the cause of the
explosion we're trying to prevent.

It can't be.

Itcant?

Look, you see those flames?

Here.

My propellant is plasma-based.

These flames are
clearly class d,

which is a
combustible metal fire.

What causes metal to combust?

On this scale, it's gotta be a
massive thermal meltdown.

The pal system.

Zane?

The pal system is
predicting its own failure.

It's going to...

It's going to explode.

You don't say.

We only have
a couple minutes left.

Core ran too hot, vaporized
the thermal displacement fluid.

We're reaching full meltdown.

We're running out of time.

All right, how do
we cool it down?

Um, liquid helium might
work. Carter: Great.

Or that could trigger
a larger explosion.

Okay, um, we put a pin in that.

Computerized voice:
Core meltdown. Five minutes.

Hey, Fargo, clear the building?

Almost, Parrish is refusing to
leave without his stupid limacoids.

Does no one understand
what evacuate means?

We're not exactly on
the best terms right now.

He found out I used the pals
to eliminate him from astraeus.

I'm on my way.

Okay, Zane...

Don't worry. We'll
get out. Okay, go.

Computerized voice: Core meltdown.
Five minutes to minimum safe distance.

You should go.

I'm not going anywhere.

We can figure this out together.

Parrish, forget
the stupid slugs.

Right. Because throwing away
my life's work is so inconsequential.

Especially to a spoiled Eureka legacy
who's had everything handed to him.

What are you talking about?

I killed myself at mit while
everyone was out killing orcs

and pillaging villages and
getting all sorts of Booty.

I'm sure it didn't hurt
to have good old grandpa

Pierre Fargo's name to open
up all those doors for you either.

And then you slammed
those doors shut in my face.

Okay, I admit I may have been a
little harsh during your evaluation,

but if we survive this,
I will give you a do-over.

Happy?

Oh, hello.

What the hell is
everyone still doing here?

Sheriff, relax, my limacoids
are ready for transport.

Wait, that's it, the...

The dormancy gel.

Could the dormancy gel pull the heat
away from the pal processing core?

At those temperatures
it's effective...

Yes or no?

Maybe.

Good. Close enough.

Fargo, can you reroute the
dormancy gel to the cooling chamber?

On it.

Great. I'll keep Jo
and Zane in the loop.

Security alert.

Are you sure this is
going to work?

I think we're all
probably going to die.

So why are you still here?

Legacy or not,
I'm the head of g.D.

If it's going down,
I'm going down with it.

Security alert.

We're out of time, Fargo!

It's on its way!

Get that Jo?

Yeah, I got it.
It's coming right at us.

Okay, we're all
clear on this side.

Computerized voice:
Core meltdown. Sixty seconds

to minimum safe distance.

Where the hell is it?

Where the hell is it?

Uh, Carter...

Fargo, you sure you
sent it to the right place?

Dude, it should be
there already.

Computerized voice: Core
meltdown. Forty—five seconds.

Okay, the system's
not responding.

We're going to have
to open that valve manually

from inside the pool, after
I bypass the security gate.

Jo: Okay. Got it!

Careful, Jo,
I'm right behind you.

Computerized voice:
Core meltdown. Thirty seconds.

Twenty-nine.

Twenty—eight.

Twenty—seven.

Twenty—six.

Twenty—five.

Twenty—fou r.

Zane: Hurry up, Jo.
Pressure's building.

Twenty—two.

Twenty—one.

Core meltdown. Twenty
seconds. Nineteen...

It's working!

Lupo, get out of there.

I can't. The steam's too hot.

Oh!

Twelve, eleven...

Core meltdown. Ten seconds.

Zane!

Zane, where are you?

Eight. Seven.

Jo: Okay.

Six.

I got you.

Five.

Meltdown averted.

Core temperature stabilized.

Thank you for
being there for me.

My pleasure.

But that was the last time.

Meltdown averted.

Core temperature stabilized.

Is he still staring?

Yeah. Jo, I thought it was over.

It was. It is.

Whatever it is,

I don't even know anymore.

Mmm.

Well,

why don't you just let it be

instead of trying
to put a label on it?

Let it be.

That's your sage advice.

That's it.

Yeah. Yeah.

Maybe. Maybe.

Here's your order, sheriff.

There should be
plenty for the kids, too.

Okay, thanks, Vince.
I'll see you later.

Holly: The ftl
is securely back at g.D.

And we'll restart the selection
process again tomorrow.

This time without the pals.

And I'm even giving
Parrish another shot.

That's very big of you, Douglas.

Listen, if you want
to compare notes,

I'd still like to
take you to dinner.

I don't think so.

Right. Understandable.

I meant that
I don't want to work,

but something more off
the clock might be nice.

Vveh, okay,

but in the spirit of new
beginnings and full disclosure,

I have to confess.

I saw a prediction
of you kissing me.

No pressure.

Me kissing you?

Go figure.

Douglas, the lenses show
potential security risks.

Now it's awkward.

I should go.

I'm sorry, Douglas.

Douglas Fargo,

too dangerous to love.

So, uh, how's it going
there with "the Blake"?

I love it. It's... it's great.

First page was great,

second page, magic.

I don't even want...
Yeah, it's...

You're... you're gifted.

Oh, you know what?

I have been thinking
about your offer

and as sweet as it is,

I will not be going
on the mission.

But this is your dream.

It was.

But now this is.

I have a great life here,

and I don't want to
miss a minute of it.

Besides, there's this guy
that I've been seeing.

Oh, you can't... not for a man.

Who is it? I'll kick his ass.

He's a good guy?

Mmm. Yeah?

Good kisser? Yeah.

Oh.

Hey, Henry, this better be good.

Hey, what's going on?

Hey, Jack.

Fargo asked me to keep
scanning the hard drive

from the pals system looking for
any other significant security threats.

And you found one?

From earlier today.

One frame.

I just thought
you should see it.

I'm sure you didn't
even notice it.

Yeah, that was...

So Allison's a threat?

These thing's have been
glitchy since we turned them on.

Yeah, yeah, but they're
still surprisingly accurate.

Look, Jack,
this may mean nothing.

I just...

I just thought you should know.

Right.