CARTER: 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. Huh?
Now try living with your boyfriend's matrix girlfriend.
JO: That has got to be weird.
Holy socks! We've swapped bodies!
That better be Zane in there.
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 want to tell you,
that I love you.
You're killing her! She's dangerous! You know it!
(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
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.
(ELECTRICAL WHIRRING) (PEOPLE CLAMORING)
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.
All right. What's going on?
We're under attack.
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?
(BEEPING)
COMPUTER: 20 seconds to impact.
(ALARM BLARING)
Oh, God! Oh, God!
We just lost the EM shield. Well, that's bad.
Director? Orders?
Get the defensive missile batteries warmed up.
We're going to have to shoot it down.
Shoot? COMPUTER: Ten, nine...
HENRY: Defensive batteries are red across the board. Completely offline.
COMPUTER: ... five, four,
Hold on to something! Three, two,
one
(EXPLODING)
We've got fires on Levels One, Three, and Four.
All sections are reporting injuries.
Dispatch emergency teams.
Sir, we've got to 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.
LARRY: Out of the way, people!
(ALARMS BLARING)
Debride those flash burns. Get a liter up. He can wait.
He needs a gram of Ancef and a morphine drip.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING IN DISTRESS)
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. Hey.
Guess we should postpone our tasting with Vincent?
Yes, I think our engagement party is low on the priority list today.
Yeah.
BOTH: Whoa!
COMPUTER: Warning, structural integrity has fallen to 64%.
Oh, you think?
(POWER SHUTTING DOWN)
Auxiliary power's out.
Fail-safe protocol will engage. We're running out of time.
Gotta get the pig in the basket. Good luck.
Okay, you, too. Now go. Yeah.
Get him in here. Go, go, go!
Calm and orderly, people.
Any time now, Zane.
If you can bypass a Hemmler-Ten lock, feel free to step in.
How about we bypass your mouth and get this done?
You love my mouth.
(SCOFFS)
(ZAPPING) Ta-da.
Finally. Now get over to Corridor 14. You're welcome.
(CHATTERING ON RADIO)
COMPUTER: Caution, Corridor Six B
is contaminated with ammonium chlorate gas.
(PEOPLE COUGHING) Oh, crap.
LARRY: Hurry, we don't have much time. Go!
MAN ON PA: Evacuation Routes Alpha Two through Six have been compromised.
All personnel, redirect to Beta Routes One through Four.
LARRY: No!
Don't tell me.
My office dropped into the bunker.
Evacuation protocols kicked in prematurely.
It's a bad time for premature evacuation.
Uh, there's an emergency staircase.
Yeah, that's 72 flights down.
Awesome. Let's get moving.
LARRY: Sheriff! Man down, man down! What happened?
Support beam fell. Three ribs broken and, uh, a ruptured spleen.
I don't think I'm going to make it.
Well, Larry, you can't save them all.
Let's go. Uh, Sheriff, one wrinkle.
Broke my leg. I can't walk.
(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
What?
You're going to have to carry me.
Down, like, a bazillion stairs?
No! I won't! I'm out.
(ALARM RINGING) Sheriff! Sheriff, Sheriff, Sheriff!
Oh, shut up, Larry! The light is fading. It's fading!
COMPUTER: Disaster simulation complete.
Please return all data chips for assessment.
Earn this, Sheriff. You earn this.
COMPUTER: Disaster simulation complete.
Please return all data chips for assessment. Back to work, Larry.
Keep me updated. Engineering.
The simulation caused some minor structural cracks in Section Three.
CARTER: Well, 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.
Ah. Can I see that?
Yes. Thanks.
So, we try 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.
And 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 was 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.
Uh, Sheriff Carter, Dr. Michael Clark,
our severe accident phenomenologist.
Nice to meet you. Yes, it is.
A 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 is my computer, Sheriff.
Advanced Disaster Actuator.
Then 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 disasters 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.
HENRY: Great. Thanks.
Well, 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. Mmm. Yeah?
Yeah, Allison, too.
We're sort of planning this, uh, engagement thing, which is taking, just...
Great. So, I've got to get out of this gear
and start reviewing performance data. I'll see you later.
See you later.
Huh.
Oh, hey, Zane. Have you seen Fargo?
Me? No. Why?
Yeah, well, he disappeared after the drill, and we have performance numbers to review.
Huh. 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.
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.
Hey, 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.
No, I'm not sure what time I'll be home.
You got a date?
No, it's a top secret project. It's hush-hush.
But, yeah, I'll call you later.
(ELECTRONIC 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, uh, the tasting at Vince's? 2:30?
(SIGHS) No, I'm still up to my elbows in injuries.
We're going to have to postpone. Well,
simulated injuries.
No, I had a flash burn, a concussion, a 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's going a bit far?
Well, you know, better safe than sorry. I've got to go.
Right.
My apologies, I got hung up by Jo.
You didn't tell her what we're doing, did you?
'Cause if the D.O.D. Finds out, we're going to be counting grass
in Antarctica for a very long time.
Relax. No one's going to find out.
Man, I'm having way too much fun supporting your rebellious side.
(EXHALES)
Check this out. (ELECTRONIC HUMMING)
(ELECTRONIC PULSES)
FARGO: Is that an adaptive waveform force field?
Yep, independently powered, so we're off the grid.
It 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)
Doctor Doom.
We need to discuss your little drill.
Yes, we do, Sheriff. Mmm-hmm.
Your performance was a bit off today.
Well, your test is a bit off. Real people got hurt.
Yes, I've heard. Yeah.
I'm afraid ADA's just too smart for her own good sometimes.
She tapped into G.D.'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.
Well, blaming ADA for doing her job is simply unfair.
Yeah. The damage was minor
and no one was seriously hurt.
(AIR HISSING)
Wait!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Well, 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 fueled a cold vapor explosion.
Okay.
(SIGHS)
Well, Dr. Clark has a pretty bad concussion and 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.
Well, 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 is looking for funding,
or didn't want a bad grade. We could ask around, see who's, uh, not doing so hot.
I'll look into it. All right,
I'll go with. No, thanks.
Uh, it's a G.D. Matter.
I've 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.
Maybe she just needs some time to settle into reality.
Yeah. Yeah.
There's a lot of that going around, and we're all doing our best.
(SIGHS)
You okay?
Yeah, I just...
No one's in a party mood.
Got a present for you.
FARGO: What is that, a hearing aid?
No, it's a neuroacoustic transmitter.
Lets 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.
(SIGHS)
I'm kind of afraid to get my hopes up.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm not sure what you're going to see in there exactly.
I've been rebuilding files, but a lot of data was lost when the matrix crashed.
I mean, Holly's Z wave signature, it's 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.
Yeah, she might not hear you.
Doesn't matter. It's enough.
Come on, let's do this thing.
(BEEPING)
Shield up.
(ELECTRONIC PULSES)
Activating interface.
Whenever you're ready.
(BUZZING)
Hello? Hello? Hello?
Anybody there?
Well, this is kind of Creepy-ville.
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 G.D. And I told Sheriff Carter
I think we're all trapped in a computer matrix. The next thing I know, bam!
Nothing. Well, I mean, blackness.
Then, 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.
(ELECTRICAL JOLT)
What happened?
Dude, your heart rate was skyrocketing, so I yanked you out. You okay?
I don't know.
Why? 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.
CARTER: Jo!
Hold the doors! I...
(LAUGHS)
Thanks.
Anytime.
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?
What, because I wouldn't carry Fargo down stairs?
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'd 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?
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) You know what? No. It's...
It actually wasn't really that important.
It's just... Well, it is important.
(ALARM BLARING) It...
Now, what is that?
Voltage spikes in the reactor turbine.
Oh! Go ahead.
What's the status?
The power grid's redlining in every sector.
Well, can't we just shut off a couple
hair dryers or a particle accelerator?
Why hasn't suppression kicked in?
ENGINEER: It should have by now.
Here! (EXPLODING)
Ahhh! What happens if we can't shut it off?
(ALARM BEEPING)
That.
COMPUTER: Warning. Power grid failure imminent. Initiate emergency protocols.
CARTER: Is it just me,
or are you getting a crazy sense of déjà vu?
HENRY: 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.
I think we know someone who can break it.
Oh, I hate asking Zane for favors.
I know you do.
(STATIC)
Oh, my PDA's glitching.
That'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, 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, I know, I'm just... I'm still mad. I know.
Has anybody seen Fargo?
If we're on backup power, something's going on. I should go.
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.
Yeah, but she can't be alive, alive, can she?
I mean, she's just a really detailed computer backup.
(SIGHS) 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 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.
I mean, if you think she's real, and she thinks she's real, does it matter?
She has no clue she died.
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.
(BEEPING)
(MACHINE POWERING UP)
(BUZZING)
Zane? This is your top-secret project?
Oh, hey, Jo. (STAMMERING) Whoa! I'm kind of busy here.
Someone is sabotaging G.D.'s systems, and you're here
messing around with the matrix again?
(SIGHS) I can explain.
I'm listening.
But I can't.
Do you ever want to have sex again?
A lot. But this isn't about me.
I'm helping out a friend.
Who? I'd rather not say.
But I promise you, it's safe, so just trust me, okay?
(PDA GLITCHING)
Comm is 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've got to head down there with a team,
so will you please just shut that thing off,
go find Henry, and figure out who's doing this? Okay.
So where'd we land on the whole future sex thing?
It's not looking good.
What you 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.
Oh, 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?
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 quite.
Doug, why do I get the feeling there's something you're not telling me?
Listen, Holly...
(ELECTRICAL JOLT)
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.
CARTER: Hey, Andy? Henry got me security access,
but I don't see the antenna tower.
ANDY ON RADIO: 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.
CARTER: Hey. Be nice. Not you, boss.
I'm almost there.
Copy that.
What the hell?
(METAL CREAKING)
Andy, we got a problem.
(GRUNTING)
Big problem.
(SHOUTING) Hello! A little help!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Call that five minutes?
Four minutes and 32 seconds, actually.
I imagine time crawls by when you're sinking to your doom.
Mmm, 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 G.D.'s
underground chemical pipes has ruptured, degrading the synthetic soil's atomic bonds
and creating a semi-permeable colloid.
Riveting.
Ah, I 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.
Ah, that'll be nice on the hands.
Excuse me while I whip this out.
Or not.
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.
(TRACKING DEVICE BEEPING)
Get ready.
(BEEPING INCREASES)
It should be right around...
(GUNS COCKING)
Aw.
(HAMSTER SQUEAKING)
Okay, is this some kind ofjoke?
Biohazard. Everybody out!
(ALL SHOUTING)
JO: Go, go!
COMPUTER: Caution. This corridor has been contaminated
with ammonium chlorate gas.
(GRUNTING)
Caution. This corridor has been contaminated.
Oh, 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, the communication,
then the security team. Where's Jo?
Her team went to the Aggression Lab to lock down a security breach.
Why? (PDA GLITCHING)
'Cause she's next. They're going to 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.
And tell her to bring respirators! Yeah, got it!
(JO COUGHING)
Jo! You okay?
Better now.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I got you. I got you.
(JO COUGHING)
Just deep breaths, okay?
I got it.
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.
There's a single quantum emergence security code behind
every single one of today's disasters,
including the lab explosion.
Clark's.
But 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 was trying to
make him feel what a real disaster feels like?
Or something hacked his user code.
What, 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, but 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?
I'm just glad I didn't have to give mouth-to-mouth to a hamster.
(LAUGHS) Well, you're both going to 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. He seems to be
forgetting conversations.
Well, you know, his brain was being seriously taxed.
It was also being occupied by other people.
I remember.
(SIGHS) Listen, Jo...
Dr. Blake!
We need to intubate this one.
Okay, um, I've got to go. Deep breaths.
Okay.
ALLISON: 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.
Well, we have the blueprint for disaster,
so what's next in the drill? (ALARM SOUNDING)
That would be the EM shield going offline.
All right. 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?
(ALARM BLARING) Situation, people?
Backup power has fallen down to 20%.
All attempts to boost voltage have failed.
Launch status?
Missile trajectory indicates it's targeted G.D.'s main complex.
15 minutes to impact.
Sir, um, 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 missile are our own defensive counter-measures.
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 them down?
ZANE: 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 a hand crank, or batteries?
Jack, no one just has an EM shield lying around!
Actually, um...
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 going to 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 going to prove the computer wrong.
We've got 29 lives to save.
We're going to do better than a B-plus.
Andy, are Jenna and Kevin safe?
ANDY ON RADIO: 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.
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!
Okay! Okay, uh, six feet to the left.
(GRUNTS IN FRUSTRATION)
No, no, no, no! Other left!
Uh, yours or mine? Yours!
(GRUNTS) Yeah, okay.
(PANTING)
How's that? FARGO: 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 going to have to be enough then.
(SIGHS)
(BEEPING)
Systems check's complete. Charging.
Fargo, we're cutting it close.
How much time do we have?
15 seconds. Give or take.
COMPUTER: Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,
five, four, three... Five, four, three...
...two, one. Ahh!
(LOUD BEEPING) (ALL CHEERING)
Still here. Oh.
Never happier to be wrong.
Never happier. (CHUCKLING)
Nice work, Sheriff.
Ah, sure beats a B-plus.
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, I had a feeling.
Allison, 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.
Yeah, but the moment I started talking,
you knew that I didn't understand that.
You could've 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.
It was crushing, but it made sense somehow.
So, when you admitted that you'd thought about it, I panicked.
I admitted it just so we 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.
Oh, yeah. No, I will. I will, I will. Yeah, absolutely.
Yeah, I'm glad I did, too.
I love you, too.
That was, uh, Fargo?
Oh, absolutely. Yeah, right. No, Grace.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
She, um, says she misses me.
I never doubted it.
(HENRY LAUGHING)
Well, 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, but it's a start.
Power is restored. EM shields are up and
PR is spinning the missile detonation as a defense systems test.
Nice work.
So, uh, where's Doctor 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.
Right. All right. Hold on.
And you can try this
cocktail sausage with the spicy mustard.
Okay. Try it.
Mmm.
It's interesting.
It's savory.
So this party, are we asking for a 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.
CARTER: Yeah, I'm a big fan of, um,
Jenna's cheese curls with the bouncy castle.
(LAUGHING) Actually sounds good.
I'll get right on that.
Or maybe something just like this.
Yeah.
(GLASS CLANKING) JO: Excuse me.
Look, I know it's not like me,
but I would, um, 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.
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
To Jack and Allison.
Hear, hear.
ALL: Hear, hear!
MAN: Cheers.
Cheers.
No, it's okay.
Congratulations, guys.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(ALLISON LAUGHING)
(WHIRRING)
(BEEPING)
(MACHINE POWERING UP)
(SIGHS)
(BUZZING)
Holly?
Holly!
Don't you dare disappear on me like that again!
Sorry about that.
Apology accepted.
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.
Hmm!
Wait, are you really here, or am I just projecting you
because I miss you in the afterlife?
Oh, no, no. I'm really here.
Okay, good.
So does that mean you want to keep seeing me?
There's nothing I want more.
So, what happens next?