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 $20 billion 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.
You're about to have quite an adventure.
A brighter tomorrow...
Today.
Adventure, excitement, space.
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 Martin,
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 magneto plasma generator is perfect for
the Astraeus rover...
Dr. Martin, 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?
387 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, you're looking rather dapper today.
- Parrish, that was... - The tie you've picked out
almost makes your head look normal-sized.
Was more what I expected.
And, Dr. Martin, 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.
Mm.
- 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.
Mm. Not bad. Not bad.
What are limacoids, anyway?
Banana slugs.
Good morning, Dr. Blake.
Good morning, S.A.R.A.H.
Good morning, sheriff.
Wow.
Wow, you look... You...
- Come here. - Thank you.
Mm.
Mm...
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.
Mm.
And you're planning this for all of us.
We... yeah.
Is it...
Too soon? It...
It's too soon.
I love it.
- I was thinking July? - Mm-hmm.
Mm, oop. Better make it August.
The Astraeus mission interviews start today
and I'm prepping for the physical exams.
Space.
Ah, competition for that's gonna be fierce.
Yeah, Fargo has us looking at
some new high-tech security thing.
It has to be seen to be believed, so...
Morning, Zane.
I'm detecting a change in your electrolytes
since you arrived last night.
Would you like a sports drink?
No, thanks, S.A.R.A.H., I'm good.
'Sup?
Ah, later.
Not a word.
Um, um...
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.
What?
I thought the night before was it.
And the night before that.
No?
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, well, 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 P.A.L.s.
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 this?
Uh, the P.A.L.s scans 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 gonna pretend you didn't just say that.
Anyway, I designed the P.A.L.s
to predict accident hazards at the workplace,
as well as behavior assessment for law enforcement.
Huh.
Why don't you tell us what you see, Lupo?
Oh, the, uh, wiring in the electrocular
gram recorder, it has a short circuit.
It has to be fixed.
Wait, I'm getting something else.
Found something you like?
No. 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 P.A.L.'s quantum processor can handle anything.
So the lenses can measure the human factor?
Sure.
I mean, heart rate, perspiration, adrenaline.
They'll actually quantify physiological response,
emotional states, as well as physical movements.
All right, chief, you're up.
Nah, I don't like stuff getting stuck in my eye.
I like, you know, sight and... and instincts and I'm...
I'm a, I'm a real cop, not like...
Real cop?
- I'm a real cop. - Seriously?
Oops. Got a call.
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 gonna milk this, aren't you?
Obviously.
All right, well, see you later, Lupo.
Don't count on it.
- Go ahead and ask. - No idea what you mean.
I had to get it out of my system 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.
Well, except for the other few times...
Well, this time is it.
How long have you guys been getting this out of your system?
Like, five or six weeks. But it's over.
And 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, uh, paranoid.
Nothing wrong with your security codes.
Something must be jamming the pipe.
Well, then, unjam it.
Without a fresh supply of dormancy gel,
my limacoids will expire.
Oh, well, we can't have that.
That, that...
I got this.
Okay.
- Watch and learn. - Have at it, friend.
You knew this was gonna happen, didn't you?
You're a bad person.
Ha!
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- Oh. It's 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. - Mm.
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 giving your expertise.
I mean, you wrote the Blake.
- Pardon? - Oh, 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, um, 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.
Did you know they taste like chicken?
I did not.
Okay, then.
Here.
You wrote a book?
Apparently.
This timeline gets weirder and weirder.
But there's royalties, which...
- Would you wanna go into space? - What? No.
Carter, I'm a mom now, and...
Come on, you're not gonna get rid of me that easily.
Next.
As demonstrated, my limacoids are clearly
the superior food for all forms...
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 magneto plasma 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 as...
Thank you, next.
What? Why?
Oh, I don't know, Dr. Gregor.
Maybe because your chamber has the 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.
Your designs are impressive,
your application's well-considered.
You're through, Dr. Dillon.
Thank you.
It was a lot easier than...
I'm not finished.
Space isn't for everyone, Dr. Parrish.
I would know, since I've been there.
This is ludicrous. Dr. Martin...
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.
- It's beautiful. - Indeed.
Although at 94 Kelvins,
I wouldn't exactly call that a tropical getaway.
Impressive.
You know what I like about you?
Everything.
We're putting you through to the next round.
Thank you.
26 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.
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.
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 can 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.
Oh.
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.
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 half a billion.
But, 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, slime boy.
Everybody out. Everybody out.
Everybody out! Everybody out!
- What is it, Jo? - Dr. Parrish.
Parrish!
Oh...
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. - Dumb ass.
Oh...
Hmm.
So you ready to try on a pair of P.A.L.s now?
I think so.
Could I get one lens tuned to ESPN? The...
Sure.
Mm.
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.
Uh, I was just congratulating our published author
and discussing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity
to go to Titan.
Did you...
You didn't want to go.
I mean, that... That's what you said.
Yeah...
I couldn't leave what I have here for six months,
so no, I'm not interested.
You guys are, are in the middle of something,
so I'll, uh...
Catch up with you in a bit.
- Okay. - Okay.
Check in on you later.
Bye.
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 P.A.L.s?
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.
Hey, you seeing this?
Yeah.
Ew! Get... 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.
See that prediction?
Cataclysmic means bad, right?
What happened to him?
- Ah. - What?
What was that, Jo?
I don't know, but the P.A.L. said
it's 96% certain
it will happen in the next couple hours.
Well...
What, are we gonna jump every time
our hugely uncomfortable contact lenses tell us?
Everything they've predicted has happened and Zane's...
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 could 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. Oh, okay.
All right, everybody. Yeah. Thank you.
Sorry, sir. Yeah, everybody.
Thank you very much.
You're running this thing, son?
What are you, 12?
Dr. Lee, is it?
I'd prefer generalissimo,
but, uh, 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.
Some explosion outside Cafe Diem?
You see, uh, direction, details, injuries?
I have some. Um...
But it happened really fast.
And I haven't had a reading from your P.A.L.s since.
Yeah, because since Carter's P.A.L.s went online,
something's overtaxing the system.
Now I just gotta figure out what.
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 used a few micrograms to increase
oxygen catalyzation for my limacoids.
You...
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 otherwise is lying.
Get anything from Parrish?
Uh, mostly insults,
but I don't think he's involved.
And my P.A.L.s are useless.
Yeah, Zane's trying to get them back online.
He said something's overtaxing the system.
Okay, you didn't tell him, did you?
No, not about him.
I uh, I want him to stay focused.
Good.
Well, there's no point in starting a widespread panic
when we're not even sure if these things are working.
Now when you saw Zane, did he have the,
the head bandage like in the prediction?
No.
Good.
So some things could still change.
Yeah.
You look distressed. Did something happen?
Uh, not yet.
What?
The P.A.L.s picked up a prediction,
but we're working on avoiding it.
Oh, okay, good.
Well, we gotta 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 of uncanny.
30 seconds, he just knows.
Well, Douglas, that's impressive.
Anyhoo, gotta get back to work.
Titan isn't coming to us.
Holly, uh, Douglas is gonna
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.
Hey, Dr. Martin.
Fargo has something to say.
I may have borrowed a pair of P.A.L.s.
For personal use.
What?
Man, no wonder the system's crashing.
It's only meant to support two pair at a time.
But you could have told me that in your demonstration.
Whoa, wait. This doesn't look good.
Well, 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 P.A.L.s 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 P.A.L.s 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 gonna happen.
Zane could die at any...
What? Ow! Damn it.
What are you staring at?
How could you not tell me, Lupo, hmm?
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
from blowing into a billion pieces!
Oh, look, you can kill each other later.
We've got less than 90 minutes.
Well, the P.A.L.s 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?
Um, 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 P.A.L. memory files.
It's worth a shot.
All right, I'll pull... I'll pull the hard drive.
All right, all right, thanks.
I gotta get these out.
Oh, okay. Sit down, and I'll do it.
- Ready? - Yeah. Pull...
Yep.
Oh! Whoa!
Dry socket.
You could have war... could have 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 gonna figure this out.
Yeah.
Um...
You can go to Titan, if...
I mean, you wrote a space book.
A book on space medicine.
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, I'd miss you like crazy,
but...
Yeah, we'd, 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 gonna try to get the system back up.
You, uh, coming, uh, real cop?
Yeah.
Hey.
Sorry I abandoned you like that.
How did 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 connecting.
Sometimes you just have to face your fear, right?
So do you wanna 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 P.A.L.s
to do some psychological profiling.
Oh.
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, uh...
I... I need to take a moment to decide what...
We're done for today.
So I guess dinner's off.
The P.A.L.s keep a visual record of what you see
similar to the DVR on your TV.
Now 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 could show us would help.
And it'll continue to render
and provide more detail over time.
That's kind of creepy.
Tell me about it.
I should have told him.
We should've warned Zane about what we saw.
You'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, I... Can you...
Can you play this back again, but more slowly?
Sure.
Stop. Yeah.
Right there.
So there was a shock wave before the flames.
Well, the timing between the shock wave and the flame
would be a matter of milliseconds.
And dependent on the point of detonation.
Mm.
- Let's take a look outside. - Okay.
It's starting to render.
Oh, wow.
What is it?
The explosion doesn't start downtown.
It started at GD.
And it's gonna wipe out the town.
I want any unstable projects secured
and all GD 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 P.A.L. system running again.
- I'm going down. - Keep me apprised.
Dr. Martin, you're overseeing the transfer of the FTL drive.
Yes, it's already being moved to a secure location off-site.
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.
Thanks.
Man.
If I had this when I was a marshal,
crime scene investigation, it'd be easy.
Yeah, this'll be great for the Astraeus crew.
I mean, they'll know Titan like it was,
was main street.
Yeah.
Hey, um...
How was 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. Good.
'Cause, uh...
I told Allison that I'd, that I'd support her.
Ha! That's huge!
- Well, yeah. - So what did she say?
Well, she didn't have to say anything.
Is that Fargo's head?
Well, technically, it's his bobble-head.
Yeah, but that came all the way from GD.
Well, debris has been found up to a mile
from an explosion's origin, so...
- Okay. - Um...
What is that?
That looks like Dillon's propellant canister.
We're running out of time. How close are you?
Well, the P.A.L. processor works
by maintaining a constant magnetic field.
When Fargo's lenses overtaxed the system,
that field was disrupted.
I'm trying 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, don't flatter yourself.
Why do you gotta be like that, huh?
Why can't you just relax and see where things go?
Because I've done this before, okay?
We...don't work.
We just have a... spark.
Mm-hmm.
Sometimes a spark is all you need.
What do you see there?
It's a bunch of burnt 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.
What, it can't?
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.
- P.A.L. system. - Come on.
Zane.
The P.A.L. system is predicting its own failure.
It's going to...
It's going to ex...plode.
You don't say.
We only have a couple minutes left.
The core ran too hot
and vaporized a thermal displacement fluid.
We're reaching full meltdown.
And we're running out of time.
All right, how do we cool it down?
Um, liquid helium might work.
Great.
Or that could trigger a larger explosion.
Okay, um...
Core meltdown, five minutes, 15 seconds.
Hey, Fargo. You 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 P.A.L.s
to eliminate him from Astraeus.
I'm on my way. If Zane doesn't fix...
Okay, don't worry. We'll get out.
- Okay. - Okay, go.
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,
getting all sorts of booty.
I'm sure it didn't hurt
to have good old grandpa Pierre Fargo's team
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.
- Security alert. - Please exit...
Oh, hello.
What the hell is everyone still doing here?
Sheriff, relax.
My limacoids are ready for transport.
Right, that's it. The, the...
The, the dormancy gel.
Could the dormancy gel pull the,
the heat away from the P.A.L. 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 gonna work?
I think we're all probably gonna die.
So why are you still here?
Legacy or not, I'm the head of GD.
If it's going down, I'm going down with it.
- Security alert. - We're out of time, Fargo.
- It's on its way. - Did you get that, Jo?
Yeah, I got it. It's coming right at us.
Okay, we're all clear on this side.
Core meltdown, 60 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.
Core meltdown, 45 seconds.
Okay, the system's not responding.
We're gonna have to open that valve manually
from inside the pool after I bypass the security gate.
Got it.
Careful, Jo, I'm right behind you.
Core meltdown, 30 seconds.
Hurry up, Jo. The pressure's building!
Core meltdown, 20 seconds.
It's working!
Lupo, get out of there!
I can't. The steam's too hot. Ooh!
12, 11...
Aah!
Core meltdown, ten seconds.
Zane!
Zane, where are you?
8, 7...
- Okay. - 6...
I got you.
5...
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.
Hmm.
Wow.
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.
Mm. 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 your later.
The FTL is securely back at GD.
And we'll restart the selection process
again tomorrow, this time without the P.A.L.s.
And I'm even giving Parrish another shot.
That's very big of you, Douglas.
Listen, if you wanna compare notes,
I'd still like to take you to dinner.
- I don't think so. - Right.
Understandable.
I meant that I don't wanna work,
but something more off the clock might be nice.
Well, 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.
Did you...
So, uh, how's it going there with the Blake?
I love it. It's... it's...
First page was great. Second page, it's magic.
I don't even wanna... 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, pfft. You can't...
Not for a man, you can't...
Okay, who is it? I'll kick his ass.
Is he... He's a good guy?
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah?
- Mm-hmm. - Good kisser?
Yeah.
Hey, Henry. This better be good.
Hi. What's going on?
Hey, Jack.
Fargo asked me to keep scanning the hard drive
from the p.A.L. System looking for any other
significant security threats.
And you've 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.
I mean, these things 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.
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