"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..." "Well, almost identical." "Hey." "I was naive to think I could just jump into this marriage." "We hit a bit of 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..." "Um, you don't really care." "No, not... not unless you know how to tie one." "Yeah." "Well, yikes." "Oh, hello, handsome men." " Oh, hey." " Hello." "Um, 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." "Uh, anything I can do to help smooth things along?" "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." "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." "Oh, this is beyond ridiculous." "Listen, we have talked about this." "Studying the interaction of two emotionally enabled A.I.S." "is an incredible opportunity for neurocomputing." "Think of what we can learn about human relationships." "What... we can learn a lot without me having to rent a tux." " Come on." " No, I don't want to talk to..." "Please." "Please." "Please." "S.A.R.A.H., um..." "Andy is a great guy." "And you two..." "Were made for each other." "Oh." "You were actually made for each other." "Uh, S.A.R.A.H., j-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 finally came to her senses." "Really?" "I thought everyone in this place was dying to study a happy little computer couple." "S.A.R.A.H.'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." "Maybe that's the secret." "If you know someone too well, you'll never take the leap." "Hey, Lupo." "Guess we won't get a chance to dance at that wedding after all." " Mm." " It'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, uh, 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." "Wow." " Thanks." " No problem." "But, you know, Jo, you're gonna..." "Fargo." "You're gonna 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 mucus lab is the best I can do." "You know, I'm starting to believe that you're actually the real head of G.D." "Damn straight." "Ooh, got to boogie." "Blueberry cobbler day in the cafeteria." "It goes fast." "Who wants more wedding cake?" " Oh, we're good." " No, no, I think we're fine." "Come on, 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." "Ew." " What?" "I'm hungry." " Ugh." "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 a tux, Jack." "I like you calling me Jack." "So this honeymoon period between the two of you is gonna be over soon, right?" "Yeah, I'm almost out of gas, I think." "Okay." "Look at the size of that thing." "Cut the chatter, Red 2." "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 "mucus lab"?" "I brought your ion pulse engine damper." "It's all set." "You finished it?" "Yeah, handmade by yours truly." "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." "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?" "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?" "Oh." "Ah!" "Whoa!" "Aah!" " Fargo!" " Zane!" " Aah!" " Aah!" "Right there." "I can see it." "Do we have a launch scheduled?" "No." "So, not good, then." "A level white 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." "The 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 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." "Well, 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 back to "Carter" now?" "Holy socks!" "Zane?" "You okay?" "Uh..." "No gravity." "That's bad." "Um, grab on to 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..." "Oh." "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." "Okay, we can't wait for Fargo." "Initiating emergency authorization override..." "Dr. Allison Blake, medical director." "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 gonna need a third." " This feels like mutiny." " We don't have time to talk." "Okay." "Larry Haberman, triad confirmed." "Command override accepted." "Good afternoon, acting director Blake." "Launch intercept missiles on my mark." "Three..." "Two, one..." "Mark." "Missiles are away." "Calculating time to intercept." "Paging Dr. Fargo." "Report to mission control immediately." "Wow." "Anything?" "Oh, it looks like the lab was empty when the rocket went off." " You find Fargo?" " Uh, not yet, no." "Uh, what about the lab security log?" "The, uh... the records were..." "were damaged." "Uh, so far, just entries for, uh, Henry and, uh, Fargo and..." "Professor I.P. Freely." "I'm guessing that's Zane." "Yeah." "Yeah." "I mean, everybody in town felt that launch." "There's no way Fargo would miss this." "Or Zane." "He should be here rubbing our noses in this." "He lives to watch us screw up." "Yeah, so where are they?" "Maybe our empty rocket's not so empty." "I think I'm gonna be sick." "Well, we can't exactly pull over, now, can we?" "Aha!" "There you are, Mr. valve." "Life support is up." "Capsule pressure's 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?" "Eh, so basically we're dead by dinner." " All right." " 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 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, ass-hat, ass-hat!" " Bite me, bite me, bite me!" "We are on target." " Stop it." " 30 seconds to impact." " Stop the missiles." " What?" "Resecure 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!" "Jack!" " Ass-hat, ass-hat, ass-hat!" " Bite me, bite me, bite me!" "Huh?" "Huh?" "What happened?" "I really am gonna puke now." "What did you just do?" "Fargo's in that rocket." "I think Zane's with him." "They're on board?" "Y-you're sure?" "They're both missing." "You just aborted the missiles, and you're not sure?" "Well, they could've 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." "Just look out there." "It's beautiful." "Proximity indicator?" "Proximate to what?" "Oh." "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 I.S.S. 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, right?" "All 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 gonna use up all our oxygen." "Hold on." "900 meters... 875." "Larry, broadcast an emergency command straight to the I.S.S. crew on all available channels." "What... 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!" "Oh." "Thank God." "I scraped the I.S.S." "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." "Oh, yeah, well, 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." " Hey." " We got a green." "Emergency life support, so that's six hours of oxygen, maybe less." "That's not a lot of time." "Well, I mean, they managed to turn the ship, though..." "Right?" "I mean..." "Oh, come on, what can they use?" "Uh, fireworks, a canoe paddle?" "What's in the ship?" " It's never been tested." " The F.T.L. drive?" "Yeah, I-if we can get the B.C.E. 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... 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 F.T.L." "Great." "We traded quick death for slow asphyxiation." "Um, 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." "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 got to find a way to get us back." "Oh, my..." "What are you doing?" "This is the reason I needed the pulse damper." "Behold, the world's first wormhole F.T.L." "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!" "Uh-huh, but..." "It won't work." "Zane?" "Your ion pulse damper..." "Which you built, right?" "Eh, 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?" "Well, no one ever used the stupid thing." "How the hell was I supposed to know that 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." "Um..." "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." "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." "Ho... ho..." "That's a pattern." "C-c-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-L-H." "B.C.E. dangerous." "The boson cloud exciter." "I'll tell Henry." "Oh, that's just bad timing." "All electrical impulses were obliterated by that pulse." "The ionized cloud is gonna take hours to fade." "So we're gonna be in the dark for hours?" " We need to find Henry." " Well, the phones are fried." "Well, anything that uses electricity is gonna be useless..." "From car batteries to fusion generators." "Wow." "Um, so how far away is the... the B.C.C. thing?" "A few miles." "We better start walking." "Nice." " Need a lift?" " Yeah." "Horses..." "Now, that is a great idea." "Ooh." " You did great." " My ass hurts." "Well, you did..." "I'll rub it later." "You did great." "So Fargo warned us the B.C.E. would be malfunctioning." "Yeah, its, uh, pulse damper is missing." "Wait, wait, wait." "Y-you talked to Fargo?" "No, 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, uh, copper shielding..." "It might've survived the pulse." "Great, we'll grab the I.E.G., plug it into the B.C.E.," " and everything will be a-okay." " I'm on it." "It's 1,000 feet underground with no working elevator." "How are you even gonna get down there?" "I'm making it up as I go." "Grace and I will repair the B.C.E." " As quickly as possible." " Uh, but that power source will only give us a few seconds lead time." "And 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 somehow." "Where's the radio shack?" "That way, partner." "Well, there's power." "What is this place, anyway?" "G.D. used remote stations like this across the world to communicate with spacecraft." "Well, 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." "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 B.C.E." "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, you know, 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?" "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 left alone." "But I was interrupted by a severe ion pulse." "Now, my software dictates that I should verbally acknowledge my physical damage." "Ow!" "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..." "Is that what I think it is?" "This is..." "We have a dial tone." "All right, uh, 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." "Oh, hey, hello." "Uh, uh, can we..." "Uh, no, I can't press zero to speak to the operator." " I got to..." " Priority." "They have a voice tag system." "Hello, yes, 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 everything that 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 for the F.T.L.?" "Done." "I just need to fire this bad boy up and pray that they got our message and have the B.C.E. Ready to catch us." "Hey, um..." "Sorry for, um..." "for being so useless before." "You really held it together, man." "Yeah, well, you can 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 F.T.L. drive." "Henry's still trying to fix the... the... the catcher's mitt." "So push the button at 5:05 P.M." "Uh, yeah, one problem..." "We only have 56 min..." " Uh, 5." " 55 minutes of oxygen left." "They're running out of oxygen." "Hey, Fargo, do you hear me?" "Jump in..." "No, you're breaking up." "What... what was that?" "50-what?" "54..." "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 F.T.L. 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, buddy." "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." "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." "Yeah, well, 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." "Well, we have power." "Now we just need to recalculate the energy vectors and the destination coordinates." "Yeah, and pray that they have B. C.E. ready in time 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." "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..." "Now." " Huh." " What?" "Nah, I was just expecting something a little..." "Bigger!" "Okay, well..." "On your order, captain." "Engage." " Aah!" " Aah!" " Ah..." " Aah!" " Ha ha!" " Nice catch!" " Oh!" " Oh!" "Don't worry, kid." "We'll fix you up." "All right." "That was awesome!" "Wha..." "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." " Hi." " Hey." "Fine." "But do not touch my ass." "Ah, it's good to see you, Jo-Jo." "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, huh?" "I mean, being back in the big chair again." "Mm-mm, running that place is a pain in my... neck." "You need a hot bath, cowgirl?" "Mm, that sounds good." "Why don't you take me home, Jack?" "So we're back to "Jack" now?" "I'm just keeping track." "I mean, is that..." "That's where we're at?" "Okay, listen, if we're gonna be working together and sleeping together, things are gonna get complicated..." "Jack." "Oh, I can handle complicated." " Andy." " S.A.R.A.H., hi." " 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." "S.A.R.A.H..." "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?" "Mm." "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." "So, Fargo..." "You and Zane had some, uh, quality boy time up there." "Yeah, well, there was nowhere else to go." "Hmm." "Did you talk about anything in particular?" "Well, you know, space stuff." "Dr. Fargo, I need you to come with us." "Wait a minute." "Uh, 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 sen..." " Senator Mikayla 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."