Male announcer: Previously on Eureka...
How about I spread out a picnic
in the bedroom?
You and Carter were doing it in the matrix.
What?
Yes, but let's talk about that later.
Well, try living with your boyfriend's matrix girlfriend.
That has got to be weird.
Holy socks, we've swapped bodies!
That better be Zane in there.
- [Gasps] - This is not my fault!
Allison's inside of Carter now.
Breathe easy, Jack.
It's okay.
I'm probing my own brain, Allie.
It's so not okay.
I think that we should just be honest
with each other.
Honest about what, exactly?
Us. I mean, haven't you ever...
Thought about it?
No.
I wanna tell you...
I love you.
- You're killing her! - She's dangerous.
You know it.
[Zap]
- But I couldn't protect her. - Neither could I.
The mainframe has found one
that's still active inside the program.
Holly?
Fargo, she might still be in there.
[Overlapping shouting]
Still nothing!
The main reactor is not responding to the restart code!
Backup power is falling down to 22%.
Should we pull the flux rods to boost voltage?
Sir?
Do it.
Pulling the rods.
Power still falling.
- From who? - Unknown!
A pulse weapon has knocked out the power grid,
communications are down,
and we have voltage spikes in the reactor turbines!
Radar is tracking an incoming missile.
How close?
30 seconds to impact.
Close! The EM shield will knock it out
before impact if we can keep it online!
[Urgent chatter]
Woman: 20 seconds to impact.
[Alarm buzzing]
Oh, God! Oh, God!
We just lost the EM shield!
- That's bad. - Director, orders!
Get the defensive missile batteries warmed up.
We're gonna have to shoot it down.
- Shoot? - Woman: Nine...
Defense batteries are red across the board.
Completely offline!
Woman: Five... four...
Hold on to something!
Woman: One...
[All grunting]
[Explosion]
We've got fires on levels One, Three, and Four.
All sections are reporting injuries.
Dispatch emergency teams.
Sheriff, we gotta get the pig in the blanket.
The bread in the basket. The... wolf in the den.
You have to get the director to a secure bunker.
Why doesn't he just say that?
- Go! Go! Go! - Hummingbird is flying.
I repeat, hummingbird is flying.
Out of the way, people!
[Alarm blaring]
Man: Emergency evacuation plan Delta.
Debride those flash burns and get her a leader up!
He can wait!
He needs a gram of ancef and a morphine drip.
- Come on. - Casualty assist to the...
Aah!
Move! Move! Move! Move!
Make a hole, people! Priority package coming through.
- He means, "excuse me"! - So how's your day?
Well, it's been better.
Get him to surgery! Downstairs!
Guess we should postpone our tasting with Vincent?
Yes, I think our engagement party
is low on the priority list today.
Yeah.
- Whoa! Watch out! - Whoa!
Woman: Warning, structural integrity
has fallen to 64%.
Oh, ya think?
Space.
We've got to make some room.
[Engines dying]
Auxiliary power is out!
Failsafe protocol will engage.
We're running out of time.
Gotta get the pig in the basket... good luck.
Okay, you too. Now go!
- Come on. - Get 'EM in here!
Go, go, go!
Calm and orderly, people!
[Alarm blaring]
Any time now, Zane.
If you can bypass a Hemmler-10 lock,
feel free to step in.
How 'bout we bypass your mouth
and get this done?
You love my mouth.
Heh.
- Ta-da. - Finally.
Now get over to corridor 14.
You're welcome.
[Overlapping chatter]
(Woman) Caution: Corridor 6B is contaminated
with ammonium chloride gas.
[People coughing] Oh, crap.
[Overlapping chatter]
Hurry, we don't have much time.
Move!
[Grunts]
Man: Evacuation routes Alpha Two through Six
have been compromised.
All personnel redirect to Beta routes
one through four.
No!
Don't tell me.
My office dropped into the bunker.
Evacuation protocols kicked in prematurely.
That's a bad time for premature evacuation.
Ah, there's an emergency staircase.
Yeah, that's 72 flights down.
Awesome. Let's get moving.
Sheriff! Man down, man down!
What happened?
A support beam... fell.
Three ribs broken!
And a, uh... A ruptured spleen.
I don't think I'm gonna make it.
Well, Larry... Can't save 'EM all.
Let's go. Uh, sheriff, one wrinkle.
I broke my leg.
I can't walk.
[Buzzing]
What?
You're gonna have to carry me.
Down, like, a bazillion stairs?
Do...
No! I won't!
I'm out!
Sheriff. Sheriff, sheriff, sheriff.
Oh, shut up, Larry.
The light is fading. It's fading.
Woman: Disaster simulation complete.
Please return all data chips for assessment.
Earn this, sheriff.
You earn this.
Woman: Disaster simulation complete.
Please return all data chips...
Back to work, Larry.
EUREKA S05 Ep06 - Worst Case Scenario
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Keep me updated.
Engineering... The simulation caused
some minor structural cracks in section three.
What do you want, some simulated spackling?
No, the damage is real
from localized liquefaction in the bedrock.
I thought this was a drill.
Yeah, well, since the Astraeus incident.
Preparedness is a top priority.
Can I see that?
- Yes... - Thanks.
So we tried to increase the realism.
I noticed... I have a very real dry-cleaning bill.
Yeah, well, disasters happen, Jack,
and we have to be prepared to survive and recover.
Ah...
Have you spoken to Grace?
- Speaking of disasters? - No, speaking of recovery.
No, no. She's, uh...
Consulting at CERN in Switzerland,
trying to take her mind off everything that happened.
She does know that what happened to that crew
is not her fault, right?
Well, she knows what she feels.
I mean, whatever happened in there left scars.
My NPC tried to murder her, so for now,
being around here, being around me
just doesn't feel right to her.
Dr. Deacon, that was quite the performance.
Um, sheriff Carter, Dr. Michael Clark,
our severe accident phenomenologist.
- Nice to meet you. - Yes, it is.
Uh, phenomena what, now?
I actuate worst-case scenarios
to illuminate catastrophic blind spots.
He pretends to blow stuff up
to see how well-prepared we are.
Ah. I'm all for preparedness.
But, um, that didn't feel very pretend.
Yeah, it's part of the increased reality protocols.
ADA kind of threw the kitchen sink at you.
Well, tell her to take it down a notch.
ADA's my computer, sheriff.
"Advanced disaster actuator."
And has she calculated our results yet?
Uh... based on the initial results...
We have 29 people dead and around 300 wounded.
Yeah, that's a solid B-plus.
Come on, give it to me.
No?
Okay.
29 dead is a B-plus?
What sort of messed-up grading curve is that?
Well, when disaster happen, people die, sheriff.
- Well... - It's a fact of life
and a cornerstone of my profession.
And our performance is of great concern to the D.O.D.
Since the Astraeus incident, we need to excel.
Indeed, and these results will help determine
future funding.
Speaking of which...
I will have our final evaluation shortly.
- Great. Thanks. - Wow.
At least, in our profession, no one's expendable.
- Am I right? - Yeah, if you say so.
Haven't seen you much this last week.
So... things are going well with Zane?
Getting there.
- Yeah? - Mm hmm.
Yeah, Allison too. We started planning this, uh,
engagement thing, which is taking just...
Great, so I gotta get out of this gear
and start viewing performance data.
I'll see you later.
See you later.
Huh.
Oh, hey, Zane. You seen Fargo?
Me? No. Why?
Well, he disappeared after the drill,
and we have performance numbers to review.
Oh, well, if I see him, I'll pass the message on.
Okay. Wait, shouldn't you be doing the same?
Uh, yeah. Well, I was just going to the gym
for a quick half hour during lunch.
Oh, you haul ass to work on your abs,
but when I need a lock bypass, you just take your time?
Come on, Jo, those drills are like
the definition of bogus.
Those drills save lives.
I like role playing just as much as the next guy,
but I have real work to do.
Now, is there anything else you want to yell at me about?
No, I think I'm good for now.
But maybe over dinner.
I'm not sure what time I'll be home at.
You got a date?
It's a top-secret project.
It's hush-hush.
But yeah, I'll call you later.
[Device whirring]
Hey, did Jo seem tense to you?
I don't know. Why?
I don't know, on account of seeming tense.
It's probably just the stress of the disaster drill.
Hmm. Maybe.
We're still good for the tasting at Vince's, 2:30?
Oh, no. I'm still up to my elbows in injuries.
We're gonna have to postpone.
Simulated injuries.
No, I had a flash burn, a concussion, broken leg.
The missile hit collapsed a replicator array
- in the molecular mechanics lab. - What?
I mean, I know the D.O.D. wants us to be on our toes,
but don't you think master blaster is going a bit far?
Well, you know, better safe than sorry.
I gotta go.
Right.
My apologies. I got hung up by Jo.
You didn't tell her what we were doing, did you?
'Cause if the dod finds out,
we're gonna be counting grass in Antarctica
for a very long time!
Relax. No one's gonna find out.
Man, I'm having way too much fun
supporting your rebellious side.
[Beeps] Check this out.
[System powering up] Oh...
Is that an adaptive waveform force field?
Yep. Independently powered, so we're off the grid.
Should completely contain its electronic signature...
So no one winds up in the wrong body again.
Hey, thanks for helping me on this.
Of course.
I know how much she meant to you.
You need closure.
Do you really think a part of Holly
could still be in there?
Only one way to find out.
[Sighs] Dr. Doom.
We need to discuss your little drill.
Yes, we do, sheriff.
Your performance was a bit off today.
Your test is a bit off.
- Real people got hurt. - Yes, I've heard.
I'm afraid ADA's just too smart
for her own good sometimes.
She tapped into GD's own seismic stabilizer rollers
to create the missile's concussive effect.
I mean, brains and beauty with this one.
Yeah, and a little bit of a sociopath.
Look, if you're concerned
about the drill's verisimilitude,
you should talk to Dr. Deacon.
He authorized the expanded parameters.
Well, um, Henry's sort of
going through some stuff right now.
So he may have pushed it a bit far.
But blaming ADA for doing her job is simply unfair.
The damage was minor, and no one was seriously hurt.
[Hissing]
Wait. [Beep]
[Both grunting]
[Groaning]
It looks like a liquid nitrogen valve ruptured during the drill,
causing a bleve.
Is that French for "blizzard?"
No.
Boiling liquid expanding vapor event.
Now, usually there's a fireball,
but the liquid nitrogen fuelled a cold-vapor explosion.
Okay.
Well, Dr. Clark has a pretty bad concussion
and a broken collarbone, but he will recover.
How's your head?
I'll live.
ADA, not so much.
Ironically, it's one of the few kinds of explosions
that destroys silicon chips.
Tell me we didn't lose the disaster drill data.
And most of our evaluations.
What are the odds of a real disaster
destroying a disaster simulator?
You don't think it was an accident?
No, I'm just saying
maybe somebody's looking for funding,
or didn't want a bad grade.
We could ask around, see who's not doing so hot.
- I'll look into it. - All right. I'll go with.
No, thanks. It's a GD matter.
I got this.
- What did you do? - I don't know.
I mean, it's like the time I threw out
her Guns & Ammo summer preview.
Well, maybe she just needs some time
- to settle into reality. - Yeah.
There's a lot of that going around.
And we're all doing our best.
[Sighs]
You okay?
Yeah, I'm just...
No one's in the party mood.
I've got a present for you.
What is that, a hearing aid?
No, it's a neuro-acoustic transmitter.
Let's you control the interface.
- Oh, like an emergency exit? - Yeah.
It'll read the neural impulse
if you touch your ear inside the program.
That way you won't get trapped inside there again.
Plus, I've got your back out here
in case anything goes wrong.
Thanks. Whew.
Kind of afraid to get my hopes up.
Yeah. You know,
I'm not sure what you're gonna see in there, exactly.
Um, I've been rebuilding the files,
but a lot of data was lost when the matrix crashed.
I mean, Holly's Z-wave signature is still present,
but it's just a partial render.
Even if it's just a flicker, I want to see her.
Just to say good-bye.
You know she might not hear you.
Doesn't matter. It's enough.
Come on, let's do this thing.
[Machine beeps]
Shield up.
Activating interface.
Whenever you're ready.
[Inhales, exhales]
[Buzzing tone]
Hello? Hello? Hello?
Anybody there?
Well, this is kinda creepyville.
Holly?
Doug?
Oh, my God!
I've been worried sick. Are you okay?
Me? I'm fine. But...
I thought something terrible had happened.
The last thing I remember, I was at GD,
and I told sheriff Carter I think we're all trapped
in a computer matrix.
Next thing I know, bam... Nothing.
Well, I mean, blackness. And poof!
Here I was on main street, but everyone else was gone.
I'd hoped you got out.
We did.
I missed you so much.
What happened?
Dude, your heart rate was skyrocketing,
so I yanked you out.
- You okay? - I don't know.
What? What'd you see?
Her. I saw her.
That's great. As what?
Like a cached model? A partial render?
No. It was Holly.
We interacted. She kissed me.
What?
She's not just a damaged memory file, Zane.
I think Holly's alive.
Jo!
Hold the doors!
I... [Laughs]
Thanks.
Any time.
So how are you?
Busy.
Did you get any names?
No.
But someone wiped the status reports
from Clark's lab this morning.
So I did a security trace and found a buried command.
Oh. That did what?
Opened the liquid nitrogen valve deliberately.
Okay, all right. Let's interview anyone
- who had access to the lab. - Not we. Me.
Because, unlike you, I have a little bit of tact.
What did I do?
Oh, don't act like you don't know.
The drill?
Because I wouldn't carry Fargo downstairs?
No, it wasn't because of the drill.
Okay, I tried to be open and honest with you,
as a friend, about something that was very personal to me.
And you humiliated me.
I did what now?
Okay, playing dumb just makes it worse.
Playing dumb? I am dumb. I have no idea
what you're talking about. When did this happen?
Okay, when I came to visit you after your surgery
- to fix the body-swapping. - Look, I'm sorry.
But, Jo, I got nothing.
Then again, I just performed brain surgery on myself, so...
What? Wait.
Yeah.
You really don't remember, do you?
No. But if you tell me now, I will.
Okay?
You know what? No, it's...
It actually wasn't really that important.
- It's just... - Well,
it is important. It... [Alarm wails]
Uh, what is that?
Voltage spikes in the reactor turbine.
Oh, oh.
What's the status?
The power grid's red-lining in every sector.
Can't we just like shut off a couple hair dryers
or a particle accelerator?
Why hasn't suppression kicked in?
It should have by now.
[Distant frantic murmurs]
[Electrical sizzle]
[Groans]
What happens if we can't shut it off?
[Clank]
- That. - Woman: Warning.
Power grid failure imminent.
Initiate emergency protocols.
Is it just me,
or are you getting a crazy sense of deja vu?
The reactor is under control,
but the main power won't be restored
for another eight to ten hours.
The auxiliary should maintain the emergency systems,
communication and the EM shield.
Okay, well, that's something, right?
Whoever opened the liquid nitrogen valve
in Clark's lab, also used the same code
to take down the power grid.
Can we trace it back to the source?
It's encrypted.
Whoa, I think I know someone who could break it.
Oh, I hate asking Zane for favors.
I know you do. [PDA beeps]
Oh, my PDA's glitching.
[Fizzling beeps] It's not a power grid problem.
We're not getting a signal from the cell tower.
What's going on?
I don't know. Um, can you keep working?
I'll get Andy, I'll check out the tower,
and you find Zane.
Hey, don't boss me.
I didn't do anything, remember?
Yeah, you know, I'm still mad.
[PDA clacks down] Has anybody seen Fargo?
If we're on backup power, something's going on.
- I should go. - Oh, come on, you're the boss.
If they need you badly, they'll call.
Now tell me exactly what you saw.
I saw Holly. She looked and sounded
and felt exactly the same.
She remembered what happened... Mostly.
You realize what this means?
This is going to make dating really challenging.
No. She's not just a ghost in the machine,
she's conscious.
But she can't be alive alive, can she?
I mean, she's just a really detailed computer backup.
Well, the matrix was programmed
using our own brains as memory files,
which is why the world felt so real.
Maybe when Holly's body was severed from the mainframe,
her mind was left connected somehow.
Yeah, but...
But she's just like a computer program then, right?
Like, it's not really her.
I don't know. I mean, what are we really?
Our brains are just hard drives of actions and memories.
If you think she's real and she thinks she's real,
does it matter?
She has no clue she died.
I mean, how do you tell her that?
I don't know.
But I think she'd want to hear it from you.
Put me back in.
[Blipping, whirring]
Zane.
This is your top-secret project?
Oh, hey, Jo.
Uh. [Grunts]
I'm kind of busy here.
Someone's sabotaging GD systems,
and you're here messing around with the matrix again?
I can explain.
I'm listening.
But I can't.
Do you ever want to have sex again?
A lot. Oh...
This isn't about me. I'm helping out a friend.
- Who? - I-I'd rather not say.
But I promise you it's safe, so just trust me, okay?
[PDA beeps]
Oh, comm's glitching again.
Great. Containment breach in the aggression lab.
Somebody let their anger out?
No, it's one of the animals, it escaped.
But it's just a partial text.
That's kind of ominous.
Tell me about it. Okay, listen,
I got to head down there with the team.
So will you please just shut that thing off,
go find Henry, and figure out who's doing this?
- Okay. - So where did we land
on the whole future sex thing?
It's not looking good.
Whatcha doing?
Daisy chains.
I've never had the spare time before.
It's kind of awesome.
Where did you go?
Oh, we're still getting the hang of the interface tech.
So I was right...
We are caught in some kind of computer construct.
But, for some reason, you can get in and out,
and I'm, what, stuck?
Uh, yeah. Something like that.
But you came back for me.
I'm sorry it took so long.
How long has it been?
About a month.
Wow. Seriously?
Yeah, I've been counting the days.
Well, are you ready to beam me up?
Um, not... Not quite.
Doug, why do I get the feeling
there's something you're not telling me?
Listen, Holly...
Stop doing that!
Sorry, Jo came in. Henry needs us.
You didn't tell her what we're doing, did you?
No.
And you have no idea what it's costing me. Come on.
Hey, Andy. Henry got me security access,
but I don't see the antenna tower.
I'm about five minutes away.
It's 200 meters high with a big flashing light on it.
Can't miss it, boss.
Found the flashing light,
but it's three meters tall, tops.
Ground-level communications tower... how oxymoronic.
- Hey, be nice. - Not you, boss.
I'm almost there.
Copy that.
[Bubbling]
What the hell?
[Metallic squeaking]
Andy, we got a problem!
[Bubbling]
[Grunts]
[Straining]
[Gurgling]
Big problem.
Hello?
A little bit of help!
[Breathing heavily]
You call that five minutes?
4 minutes and 32 seconds actually.
I imagine time crawls by when you're sinking to your doom.
Mm. Fair point.
Why don't we get me out of the quicksand then?
It's actually liquefaction, boss.
- Oh, is it? - Yeah.
A preliminary analysis indicates that a series
of GD's underground chemical pipes has ruptured,
degrading the synthetic soil's atomic bonds
and creating a semi-permeable colloid.
Riveting. Don't suppose you brought with you a rope
or a sturdy vine?
I can do you one better.
I'm packing 50 feet of high-tensile steel cable
right in here.
That'll be nice on the hands.
Excuse me while I whip this out.
Or... or not.
[Whispering]
[Whispered orders]
Still no heat signatures. That's weird.
Any clue what we're dealing with?
The aggression lab studies snakes, tigers, bears.
It could be anything.
Get ready.
Should be right around...
[Guns clicking]
Aww. [Squeaking]
Okay, is this some kind of joke?
Bio-hazard. Everybody out!
All: Go, go, go, go!
Go! Go!
Caution: This corridor
has been contaminated with ammonium chloride gas.
Crap.
[All coughing]
Our saboteur used the same code
to overload the same pipe
below the antenna causing the liquefaction.
Okay, so we got liquefaction, then communication,
then the security team... Where's Jo?
Well, her team went to the aggression lab
to lock down the security breach. Why?
[Feedback] Aagh. 'Cause she's next.
They're gonna get gassed. By what?
I don't know, but it's the disaster drill, only real.
Tell Allison to get a Med Team down to the aggression lab.
Tell her to bring respirators.
Got it. [Drilling]
Jo!
You okay?
Better now.
I got ya.
[Coughing]
Just deep breaths, okay?
I got it.
I...
- How's Jo? - She's okay.
But we're gonna have to catch the psycho who did this.
Zane's working on the decryption.
Yeah, there's a single quantum emergence security code
behind every single one of today's disasters,
including the lab explosion.
Clark's.
Why would he do that, though?
I mean, it was his lab.
He got knocked out cold.
What if someone hacked his user code
and is trying to make him feel
what a real disaster feels like?
[Stammers]
Or something...
Hacked his user code.
His computer, ADA.
What if this is the escalation in the drill,
like sort of taking the kid gloves off?
Yeah, to increase the realism.
She has access and ingenuity.
But ADA was K.O.'d before the real disasters started.
Yeah, but she could have input a series of commands
before taking herself out.
Yeah, why destroy herself?
So that we can't rescind the directive.
Which means, if we fail the test
this time, people really die.
How you feeling?
Oh, I was just glad I didn't have
to give mouth-to-mouth to a hamster.
Well, you're both gonna be fine.
Allison, can I ask you something?
It's about Carter.
Of course.
After that whole Z-wave body-swapping fiasco...
Is his brain okay?
As far as I know.
It's just his memory seems to be...
Forgetting conversations.
Well, you know, his brain was being seriously taxed.
It was also being occupied by other people.
I remember.
Listen, Jo...
Dr. Blake,
we need to intubate this one.
Okay. I got to go. Deep breaths.
Okay.
[Alarms beeping]
Okay, where's the crash cart?
Is he prepped?
Unpredictability, realism.
ADA let us believe that the drill had ended,
only to catch us off-guard
by implementing it for real.
Which is exactly why we use
a quantum emergence security system.
I'm sorry, but you did ask for realism, Dr. Deacon.
I just got more than I bargained for.
We have the blueprint for disaster,
so what's next in the drill?
[Alarms beeping]
That would be the EM shield going offline.
All right, but that's it, right?
I mean, it's not like the computer for gratuitous ruin
can fire a foreign country's missile at us, right?
- Of course not. - Unless.
Oh, no.
What?
[Overlapping chatter]
That's a negative.
[Overlapping statements]
Situation, people.
Backup power has fallen down to 20%.
All attempts to boost voltage have failed.
Launch status?
Missile trajectory indicates
it's targeted GD's main complex.
15 minutes to impact.
Sir, permission to go home sick.
I'm feeling a little bit of a tickle.
Denied.
Did the whole missile silo
on main street incident teach us nothing?
These missiles are our own defensive countermeasures.
Well, I've had enough irony for one day.
Well, the good news is they're not nuclear.
The bad news is they're designed to break apart
and take out multiple targets.
Can we shoot 'em down?
No, we're locked out of defensive systems.
ADA thought of everything before taking her swan dive.
Permission to initiate Emergency Evac Plan Delta?
- Granted. - We can't just give up.
Jack! We know how this ends.
We have to prepare for the worst.
We need to get as many people
as we can into bomb shelters.
I can fit at least 40 people in my office.
Great. I'll tidy up your desk.
Tell Allison to prepare for casualties.
Don't we have some sort of backup for the EM shield?
Like... like a hand crank? Or batteries or...
Jack, no one just has an EM shield lying around.
Actually...
Should I ask you why you happened to build
an adaptive waveform force field?
I would prefer not.
Well, we can fine-tune the frequency
to destroy the missile, but it's still pretty small-scale.
I think we can amplify it
to reach the EM shield's perimeter.
Now we're talking.
Yeah, but the position
of the field generator has to be exact.
I mean, stretched this thin,
it's only gonna last for a few seconds.
Time everything properly, it won't have to.
Yeah, it's a bit of a Hail Mary,
- but it's all we've got. - Jack, all we've got
- is 12 minutes. - Well, keep evacuating.
We're gonna prove the computer wrong.
We got 29 lives to save.
We're gonna do better than a B-plus.
Andy, are Jenna and Kevin safe?
I personally delivered them to the Tesla school's
bomb shelter myself.
My structural analysis indicates
that they will be quite secure.
Okay, thank you.
Jo, what are you still doing here?
I cleared you to go to the bunker.
I got three guys who can't be moved,
so I can't be moved. What can I do to help?
Um, hold someone's hand. Jo...
Listen, there's something I need to tell you.
I know. Not now.
Portable monitor on him and take him on out.
Right. Will do.
[Overlapping chatter]
How the hell did they do this before GPS?
Oh, give me that.
Fargo, tell Carter he has to be exactly
42 degrees, 38 minutes, 12.33 seconds North,
121 degrees, 40 minutes, 55.33 degrees West.
Two feet North!
What?
Two feet North!
Hey, okay, uh, six feet to the left.
[Growls]
No, no, no, no, other left.
Uh, yours or mine?
- W... yours. - Y... oh, yeah, okay.
[Breathing hard] One... uhh...
- How's that? - Stop!
Even if they get it into position, I mean, we only have
a few seconds of coverage before the field degrades.
Yeah, well, I guess that's gonna have to be enough, then.
[Device hums] System check's complete.
Charging.
Fargo, we're cutting it close.
How much time do we have?
[Distant humming]
15 seconds, give or take.
Woman: Ten... nine... Eight... seven... six...
Lock it down. Whatever you do...
Five... four...
Three...
Two...
One.
- [Yells] - [Grunts]
[Explosions]
Oh. [Indistinct chatter]
[Electronic chime]
[Grunts] [Cheers and applause]
Still here.
Never happier to be wrong.
Never happier. [Chuckles]
Nice work, sheriff.
Well, sure beats a B-plus.
[door slides open]
Good to see you back in your office.
And out of your infirmary.
Jo, uh, listen,
I messed up.
Jack didn't remember that conversation,
because he wasn't the one having it, it was me.
But I suppose you've already guessed that.
When he said that he operated on himself,
yeah, I had a feeling.
- [Sighs] - Allison, I...
How could you do that to me?
To be fair, when you came in, I told you we had swapped again.
I didn't mean to lie.
But the moment I started talking
you knew that I didn't understand that.
You could have just said something more.
I know, I should have.
It's just, when I was plugged in,
what I experienced was so real, Jo
I had to accept that you and Jack were together.
I was crushing,
but it made sense somehow,
so when you admitted that you thought about it, I panicked.
I admitted just so it wouldn't become a thing.
I know, and I know that it's not rational.
I was wrong for not saying anything.
I'm so sorry, Jo.
Really.
No, yeah, no, I will, I will, I will.
Yeah, absolutely.
Yeah, I'm glad I did, too.
I love you, too.
[Phone beeps off]
That was, uh, Fargo?
- Oh, absolutely, yeah, right. - Yeah.
- No, Grace. - [Laughs]
She, um...
She said she misses me.
I never doubted it.
[Laughs] I was afraid to call,
because I thought maybe she didn't want me to.
Not another disaster, then.
- We're not out of the woods... - Right.
- Just, you know. - All right.
Power is restored, EM shields are up,
and PR is spinning the missile detonation
as a defense systems test.
Hmm, nice work.
So, um, where's Dr. Disaster?
Packing up his office. Strangely calm about it.
Said it seemed like the logical outcome.
Where's Zane?
I don't know, off somewhere trying to figure out
how to make my job more difficult.
I wouldn't assume that.
Look, I know he's been messing with Beverly's computer of doom.
Because I asked him to.
Do I want to know what it is that you two are working on?
As your boss, I'd rather maintain
your plausible deniability,
but just know,
Zane wasn't being a jerk. He was doing it as a friend.
Okay, the Jarlsberg fondue.
All right, all right, and you can try this...
Cocktail sausage with the spicy mustard.
All right.
- Try it. - Oh.
Mmm.
- It's interesting. - [Mouth full] It's savory.
Do this party, are we asking for disaster?
So are we leaning toward a theme?
"Apres-ski fondue buffet," or "take me out to the ballpark?"
I was thinking of something a little simpler.
Yeah, I mean, I'm a big fan of Jenna's cheese curls,
- with the bouncy castle. - [Laughs] Actually,
sounds good. [Laughs]
I'll get right on that.
Or maybe something just like this.
Yeah.
[Glass clinking] Excuse me.
Look, I know it's not like me,
but I would like to make a toast.
I'd like to say congratulations to my very best friend
for persuading a highly-intelligent woman
to marry him anyway.
[Laughter]
[Laughs]
To Jack and Allison.
Here, here.
All: Here, here!
[Laughter] Cheers.
[Glasses clink] Congratulations, you guys.
Thank you.
[Laughs] [Kissing]
- Oh, look at her. - No, it's okay.
Congratulations, guys.
[Laughter] [Barroom chatter]
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
[Indistinct chatter] Thanks a lot.
- Hey! - Hey. [Laughs]
[Clicking]
[Device humming]
[Typing]
[Device warming up]
[Typing] [Beeping]
[Sighs]
[Electronic buzzing]
Holly?
Holly!
Don't you dare disappear on me like that again!
Sorry about that.
Apology accepted. [Chuckles]
Oh, and you owe me additional apologies for the dragon.
I was right. So not real.
You were right about everything.
I really should have listened.
I would have never let you out of my sight.
It's okay. You came back.
I'll let you make it up to me later.
You have no idea how much I wish I could.
You can't pull me out, can you?
Um, I'm sorry.
You didn't make it, Holly.
Oh.
So weird.
I don't feel dead.
That does explain why I haven't peed in a month.
Mmm.
Wait, are you really here, or am I just projecting you
because I miss you in the afterlife?
- Oh, no, I'm really here, I'm... - Okay, good. [Laughs]
So does that mean you want to keep seeing me?
There's nothing I want more.
[Laughs]
[Sobs]
So...
What happens next?
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