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S.A.R.A.H., you infected Andy with some kind of emotional...
S.A.R.A.H.: I didn't infect him, I improved him.
Andy, I really like you.
Wow.
Our goal for this selection process
has been to find the best of the best in Eureka.
What we really want to know is, why space?
What, or who inspired you to pursue it?
They've made their final selections
for the Astraeus mission,
and she wants me to inform the candidates.
You didn't make it, Jo.
I know.
I withdrew my name from consideration.
You what?
No, we did this together.
We should be going together.
But space isn't my dream.
[Phone alarm beeps]
[Sighs]
[Phone beeps]
Did you?
Yeah. Did you?
We made it!
Congratulations, Dr. Marten.
You earned it. Thank you, Isaac. [Exhales]
Your selection is merely another example of bureaucracy
rewarding mediocrity. My condolences to Titan.
Whoa.
Morning, S.A.R.A.H.
S.A.R.A.H.?
Morning.
I think my house took the day off.
I wish I could.
I'm stuck doing security
for the official portrait of the Astraeus crew.
Oh, so you'll be with Zane.
Well, he's been, uh,
giving me the stink-eye
since I pulled my name out of contention.
Does he think you made a mistake? Did you?
No. I was in it for the wrong reasons.
I... I... I don't need to go to Titan.
Because you're happy here.
- Yes. - Ah.
I'm happy here.
S.A.R.A.H., can I have some coffee, too, please?
Well, she can't be busy.
[Automatic door whooshes]
Morning, folks.
- Oh. - Yes, she can.
S.A.R.A.H.: Good morning, sheriff Carter, Ms. Lupo.
Isn't it a beautiful day?
Uh, yeah.
Andy, uh, this is the, uh, third day this week
that you've slept over, yeah?
Neither S.A.R.A.H. nor I actually require sleep.
We use the evening hours to engage in, uh,
intimate activities.
Okay, um, eventually
we're gonna have to lay down some ground rules
for these sleepovers, all right?
S.A.R.A.H.: Will those rules also apply
to you and Dr. Blake?
Uh, no. 'Cause we're human, and it's my house.
Oh. Okay.
Well, I guess
I better get ready for work, then.
- I... - That wasn't very nice.
Well, come on.
It's not like the toaster has guys sleep over.
[Violent grinding]
S.A.R.A.H., what was that?
S.A.R.A.H.: Sheriff Carter's breakfast accidentally
fell into the garbage disposal.
Oh! Very mature!
S.A.R.A.H.: Ms. Lupo, would you please tell sheriff Carter
that I'm receiving a call for police assistance
at Dr. Welke's farm?
I've got ears, S.A.R.A.H., I'm right here.
Dr. Welke's part of the Astraeus crew.
Did he, uh, did he mention what happened?
S.A.R.A.H.: He's reporting that Lenore has liquefied.
Excuse me?
[Bubbling]
Well, no more cowbell.
I checked on her this morning. She was fine.
[Sighs] Lenore was so excited about the Titan mission.
Huh?
We're sending cows to space?
She's just a host until I pack my scabies for the trip.
I'm an acarologist.
Uh, Dr. Welke studies cow mites.
But I can't test the hardiness of xylene-treated acari
in a nitrogen-methane environment now, can I?
[Cows mooing]
All clear.
Taggart? Back in town? [Laughs]
[Out of breath] I'm Astraeus ground supervisor
for bio-organic experiments.
Been gathering up projects from around the world.
Oh. [Sighs]
Just brought in a shipment yesterday.
- Jackie! - Ah!
[Both laughing]
Yo, ho ho!
Jo, sweetheart,
well, it's great to see you.
Though I wish it were under happier circumstances.
Yeah, uh, any idea what happened?
Don't know...never seen
cellular breakdown like this in a vertebrate.
Well, is there any chance
maybe you brought a little germ hitchhiker with you
- from another project? - Well, possibly.
Gonna head back and see if anything else was affected.
Oh, sorry.
Could use a hand.
Oh. Sure.
Could you take this to Allison for analysis?
Yeah, nothing says, "good morning,"
like a jar of...cow.
Hey! Did... Jo [Hums]
Did you, um... Have you talked to him?
Since 1947? Since everything's changed?
No.
Any idea if you were involved?
No clue.
[Chickens squawking]
What the hell is this?
[Sighs] Oh, well, must be, uh, critters in the rafters.
Oh, you think?
[Chickens squawk]
Farms are gross.
[Indistinct voice over P.A.]
So...any luck?
Nah, I'm... I'm set to 1db per division, but, um,
still...no signal.
Well, it's a billion miles away,
so nailing the frequency will take some time.
But we don't have much time.
I mean, I know it's only a temporary camera,
but the whole idea of FTL-ing the comm-system
in advance was to establish a link
before you get to Titan with the crew.
- You mean...my crew. - Hmm?
I was just named captain of the Astraeus.
[Laughs]
[Both laughing]
I knew you were being considered,
but oh, my God!
Well, it's official. Senator Wen just called.
It's crazy, right?
Well, she couldn't have found a more qualified person,
captain Monroe.
Thank you, ground commander Deacon.
[Laughs] Oh!
Excuse me.
Cargo unit B-17's at capacity.
Should we move it onto a launch pad?
- Yes. - No.
Ah...
We're still on the ground, ground commander.
Whatever works for you.
Well, I will inspect the unit first, and then you can move it.
Yes, sir.
- We'll figure this out. - Mm-hmm.
Well, hey!
Coming to you live from the surface of Titan.
[Chuckles]
Want to play doctor?
Hmm?
[Electronic sizzle]
What?
Jack.
That's virtual harassment.
Oh, I... I had a dream that went sort of like this.
[Laughs]
Aw! No, she was...
It's a VR communication prototype for Astraeus.
Separation trauma is a big problem on long missions.
Oh, I got you, I got you. I hated sleepaway camp.
But this should help the crew feel more bonded with home,
if I can get it to work
for more than a few minutes at a time.
I like our solution...
Which is staying together.
[Both giggling]
What is that?
Oh, um, I'll give you a hint.
What's, uh,
black and white and dead all over?
Astraeus astronauts,
please report to hangar "A" for official crew photo.
All 20 members, please report...
Sorry, Parrish, official crew portrait.
No alternates.
Uh, we're still officially members of the mission.
- Whatever you say. - Doug.
First alternate is still an amazing achievement.
It's like...
- You're almost a winner. - Almost.
This isn't over.
Until that ship launches...
I still have a shot.
Okay, people! Group photo!
[Lens shutter clicking]
[Applause]
So...ready to spend a few months in space
with all these yahoos?
These yahoos all worked their asses off.
Zane, I was kidding.
Yeah. Well, we take this mission very seriously.
So, uh, captain, huh?
Congratulations.
I guess that means you'll be the first.
Uh, the first what?
The first person to set foot on Titan.
Oh, well, that... That honor hasn't been
determined yet.
Well, in that case, I'd like to put my best foot forward.
I am the head of G.D.
You're playing the head-of- G.D. card?
It seems to me that the first person
should be a woman.
You're playing the girl card?
You guys got the moon. We should get Titan.
- It's Even-Steven. - Okay, um,
I know we're all really excited. But right now,
we need to focus on the launch.
So, let's get to work. Briefing in ten.
Okay.
Well, I see why she's the captain.
Oh, yeah. [Chuckles]
Computer voice: FTL activated.
[Engine humming]
[Heavy pulsing]
FTL activated.
Should that be doing that?
Uh, Henry, shut it down.
Ignition sequence activated.
[Heavy pulsing]
- Henry, shut it down. - It won't deactivate.
- Ignition activated. - Everybody out!
- Get out! Everybody out! - Five...
- Come on, let's go! - Four...
Three...
Two...
One...
Boss, get out of the way!
Jack? You okay?
Yeah!
Where's Andy?
- Hello-o-o!
Unh.
Hey, guys!
Look at me! Huh? I'm on Titan.
There's our stuff.
Ha ha ha!
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Andy, you okay?
Doin' great, Dr. Deacon.
Little chilly, though.
I can feel my joint lubricant thickening.
Don't worry, Andy,
we'll figure this out and get you home.
Hold on a minute.
It's 290 degrees below 0 on Titan.
There's no way he can tolerate that for very long.
Six hours.
- Less, may... maybe. - What?
Maybe...What if we rigged the portable FTL drive somehow
and send it to him?
With an internal power supply,
Andy could transport himself home.
Okay, I will get Zane and Fargo started.
Good. I'll run some diagnostics
- and reset the FTL. - Okay.
Well, there's some tenderness over the bone.
Probably just have some bruising.
- You were lucky. - Oh, thanks to Andy, yeah.
How's he holding up?
Uh, first off, we're trying to get him home,
but he'll be fine.
Jack, he's a billion miles away,
freezing and breathing corrosive chemicals.
This time could be different.
[Phone beeps] Yeah, uh...
It's from Welke.
He wants answers about his cow.
Poor Lenore.
[Sighs] I haven't found any biological pathogens,
no prions or parasites.
Right now there's no evidence
that it came from inside the animal.
Then...outside?
S-so... so somebody did this to the cow?
Did the cow have many enemies?
Well, I don't...
Maybe Welke did.
I mean, he's a seat on the mission, right?
Well, uh... who takes his place if he can't go?
An alternate.
Right. First alternate. Thanks, doc.
Looks like we're going to need another bottle, Vincent,
and, uh, some more blinis, if you don't mind.
Comin' right up.
Champagne. What you celebrating?
Actually, it's Prosecco, and I am going to Titan.
Dr. Welke had to resign. Turns out there's no point
in him going without his experiment.
What a tragedy.
Would you like a blini, sheriff Carter?
Why would I sabotage an experiment?
It would ruin my chances of getting on the mission.
Yes, if you got caught,
which is what's happening right now.
Oh! I didn't do anything to Welke's stupid cow, sheriff!
You know how I know? Because cows don't melt!
Ah...
Ow!
How 'bout jeeps? Do they melt?
[Distorted siren whoop]
How's the FTL?
We're rigging up cadmium aerogel insulation
to protect the drive. How's Andy holding up?
You can't keep a good deputy down.
Yeah, because he's not a quitter.
Well, I'm going to go and help an Australian find some slime.
Let me know if you need anything.
You know, it's her choice to not go to Titan.
What? I don't care.
Dude, do you know how many hours I spent
coaching her on orbital mechanics?
And hydrostatics? And then she just drops out.
Leaves me...
[Clears throat] Leaves you how?
Nothin'. She's a waste of my time.
Can we just get back to trying to save Andy?
Cockroaches, not melted.
Tarantulas, not melted.
Millipedes, not melted.
- Uh-oh, I... I think this one went the way of the cow.
Oh. That one's supposed to be goo.
Plasmodial slime mold.
Can't go to Titan without your slime mold.
[Laughs]
So, what have you been up to since I saw you last?
Oh, you know, this and that.
Tagging ostriches in the Sahara for a bit.
And when we last saw each other...
Ah, water under the bridge, doll.
Look, um...
I'm not gonna say it didn't sting
when you turned me down.
I turned you down?
My proposal.
You playing at something, Jo?
No, no. I just... I'm sorry, I was...
You asked me, and I turned you down.
Because that's what I do.
[Clears throat] Okay, so, uh, what's next?
[Sighs]
Mosquito larvae, not melted.
Breeding mosquitoes for the Astraeus habitat.
Well, that's not gonna score you points with the crew.
[Laughs] No, these are feeder 'skeeters,
sustenance for my eptesicus fuscus.
Big, brown bats.
Happy in Earth's atmosphere, but able to withstand
a high-methane environment like Titan...
Genetically modified to provide fuel via their guano.
Want to take a peek?
No, as appealing as that sounds,
go on, they're... They're beauts!
Taggart...
They're gone.
[Screeching]
Firing circuits are charged,
and ready.
- Are we? - Yes, ready when you are.
Fargo, we are ready.
Just about in position.
Let's hope it works this time.
- Hi. - Hey. Oh, listen, we're, uh,
sending the portable FTL drive to him now.
Um...what do... what do a cow and a jeep have in common?
[Laughing] What?
Well, um, what would cause them both to melt?
[Over intercom] All right, we're ready.
Uh, safety's off.
A cow melted?
Um...hey, Andy?
You, uh, you okay?
Well, if I had a hot cocoa, I wouldn't complain.
His skin is starting to vitrify in the cold.
Right, well, tell you what... When you come back,
we go to Cafe Diem, cocoa's on me.
Ready to activate.
Computer voice: Ignition sequence activating.
Five...Four...
Three...
Two...
One...
[Explosion]
What was that?
Really?
It didn't work, did it?
No, Jack, the blowback destroyed it on the pad.
Astronaut Andy, ready for departure.
Henry, how are we gonna get him home now?
All emergency personnel...
Any time now.
I don't know what else to do, Jack.
All emergency personnel, please report...
Guys?
I'm ready!
Ready to come home!
I get why Parrish would melt the cow,
but why me bat crates?
Let's ask your bats.
Hey, are you sure we're on the right track?
I mean, we've gotta be a good mile out from G.D. by now.
Aha. They've been here.
[Sniffs] Recently.
Might be looking for a dark place to roost.
Every circuit for the FTL drive is falling offline.
Oh. How did this happen?
I don't know, but I'm going to find out
before I let my crew go up into that ship.
How much longer does Andy have?
Maybe...4 1/2 hours.
The atmosphere is already starting to corrode
his peripheral systems.
Right. If we can't get him back,
like, worst-case scenario,
we just order a new Andy and plug in the backup disc, right?
No. It doesn't work that way.
First, Andy's a... A prototype.
Second, everything Andy's experienced
through his emotion software builds unique pathways
in his processing core.
- So he's, uh... - A one-of-a-kind.
Right.
Whoa! Boys, check this out.
The circuits... are liquefying.
Wait, you said something about melting.
Yeah.
Lenore.
And my jeep.
And maybe G.D.
[Door beeps]
[Grunts] Ah! Oh.
How is he?
Well, it's a clean fracture.
But he needs to stay off of it for six to eight weeks.
Five minutes.
I was a real astronaut... for five minutes.
That stupid grinning robot gets to go to Titan,
- and I have to stay here. - Watch it, Parrish.
My deputy is stranded on Titan, and I think you're involved.
Oh, leave me alone!
Look, whatever voodoo science you did is out of control.
And it messed with Henry's FTL machine.
I...Did...Not... Melt...Lenore!
I think that he's telling the truth.
I scanned a sample of your liquefied jeep
off of his shoe.
Welke's cow and your jeep didn't melt.
They protonated.
Both: What?
Melting is a change in phase-state.
Ice melts into liquid water. Protonation is violent.
Their subatomic components actually ripped apart.
Well, it doesn't matter how he did it.
The point is that he did it.
So he didn't melt my jeep, he protonated it.
Only a superacid could do that to your jeep.
And it would leave fluorosulfuric traces
in Parrish's body, and there were none in his blood test.
[Sighs] - Oh. - Told ya.
Taggart...Jim...
I, uh, in case I didn't say it before, I'm sorry.
About what happened...
Well, don't even.
Well, no I... I hope I didn't hurt you.
Well, thanks, sweetheart. It means a lot.
I'm not gonna say
it didn't take me a while to get me bearings,
but, uh, then I went on walkabout.
Walkabout? Where'd you, uh,
- where'd you walk to? - No, there is no "to."
You just go.
A journey of self-discovery.
[Laughs]
You'd hate it.
The point is, when I was done,
well, I'd made me peace.
With us.
Peace. Well, that'd be...nice.
Feel that?
What?
That breeze.
Duck!
Oh! Ah! No!
[Laughing] Found 'em.
Tell Allison this sample is from the main circuit panel.
Okay. And is the system still melting?
Well, Zane and Fargo are trying to slow it down,
but unless Allison can determine what's causing the protonation,
we can't stop this process.
She'll figure it out, and we can get him home.
Jack, even if we can replace the melted wire,
we don't have a portable FTL to bring Andy back home.
It was destroyed.
And I don't know if we can rebuild it.
Andy: Hey, boss! You there?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, pal, I'm right here.
My sensors are detecting a pretty severe methane storm,
approaching due West.
Uh, well, then you might want to work on
building a shelter to break the wind.
Will do.
Uh, even so,
the methane concentration is pretty intense.
I'm bound to corrode.
You've been through worse.
Right? And if anybody can handle it, you can.
Hey, boss.
Yeah.
I need a favor.
S.A.R.A.H.?
[Door clanks closed]
S.A.R.A.H., um...
Sorry about this morning, but, uh...
We have to talk.
S.A.R.A.H.: All right, sheriff.
It's a free country.
There's been an accident.
S.A.R.A.H.: What kind of accident?
Andy's stranded on Titan.
S.A.R.A.H.: That is far too harsh an environment
- for his soft skin! - Yeah.
S.A.R.A.H.: You must get him back to Earth
as soon as possible.
Right, and we're doing everything that we can.
But just in case,
he's asked me to tell you.
That you're his...
Casita bonita.
I guess he really cares about you.
I just didn't... appreciate how much.
[Sighs]
S.A.R.A.H.: Sheriff, there's movement in my conduits.
Yeah, I... I... You can feel...emotional.
S.A.R.A.H.: No, my sensors are registering
unidentified movement inside my conduits.
Un...identified movement?
[Screeching] Whoa!
[Screaming]
Ohh! Oh oh oh!
And the 10,000 little needle claws in me,
and S.A.R.A.H.'S all covered in crap.
It's called guano, actually.
Oh, thank you, Batman, where are they now?
Well, they left the S.M.A.R.T. house
through the gamma conduit,
so they probably have a roost in G.D.
All right, just get 'em under control.
On it. [Cell phone rings]
H... hey, Jo. What's up?
Computer voice: Fire suppression is in effect.
All personnel have been evacuated.
No, they haven't, you frakkin' brainless piece of software!
Put your back into it, Parrish!
Hey...Where's the fire?
There isn't one!
The suppression system went off by itself
and sealed the doors!
- And the misty stuff? - Sucking out all the oxygen.
Ah! Ah! Damn it!
[Grunting and straining]
- All right, everybody out! - Come on, people, let's go!
- Everybody out! - Come with me! Out!
Out! Come on, let's go!
Computer: All personnel have been evacuated.
Let's keep going.
Keep it moving!
Let me guess. These are the sensors
that are supposed to detect when there are people inside.
Yes. Same sensors that detect when there's a fire.
More protonation.
That's melting.
- Well, so much for G.D.'S fire-suppression system.
One spark in the wrong lab, and this place goes boom.
I'll institute fire-safety protocols.
Shut down any combustion-related projects.
Well, that's great, but if we can't figure this out,
a broken sprinkler system's
gonna be the least of our problems.
[Loud clatter]
[Groans] Oof. Oh!
Taggart?
[Wheezing] Blast!
Nearly caught up with the wiley little buggers.
Uh, were the bats in the walls?
- Uh-uh. Passing through back home
on their way to the roost. Judging from their spoor.
That's disgusting.
Wait. Did you track them back to Welke's farm,
or to the FTL service passage?
Well, both. Uh, they escaped on the road near Welke's farm
then turned toward G.D.
So things are melting wherever the bats fly?
S.A.R.A.H.
[Thunder rumbles]
Check you out, man, you beat me to it.
First bachelor pad on Titan.
I don't think S.A.R.A.H. would like that very much!
Atta boy. Keep thinking about S.A.R.A.H.
She'll be waiting for you with open doors.
Okay!
[Intermittent buzzing and humming]
S.A.R.A.H.?
Talk to me.
S.A.R.A.H.: Hello, sheriff.
Hey! How ya... how ya doing? You all right?
S.A.R.A.H.: No. I can feel my connections dissolving.
- It hurts. - Okay. All right.
We'll get you some help, okay?
You just hang on. Oh... [Cracking]
[Buzzing and humming]
Fargo, get here as soon as you can.
S.A.R.A.H.: - Sheriff? - Yeah?
S.A.R.A.H.: Please tell deputy Andy that I love him.
Okay.
[Wind roaring]
- Hey, guys. - Hey, how's S.A.R.A.H.?
Well, uh, Fargo has her hooked up to some sort of
computer life-support system, but we need an answer fast.
And the answer is bats.
Yeah, but, how's a bat gonna make something melt?
[Sighs] Taggart genetically altered
their binary parotid glands.
Why would you do that?
Oh, to create guano rich in perchloric acid.
Uh, clean, safe fuel for the Titan habitat.
The problem is, the guano's transforming
into some kind of superacid.
A thousand times stronger than sulfuric acid.
There has to be an activating agent,
a common element in all the affected materials.
Okay, uh, what do we got? We got, uh, the cow,
uh, my jeep, and the FTL jumping machine,
so... What do they have in common?
Okay, l... l... let's try aminos, phenols, uh, xylene.
Xylene, xy... um,
Dr. Welke's, uh, cow fleas were made of xylene.
It's also in wire insulation, uh, S.A.R.A.H.'s walls,
uh, auto paint.
That... That would explain my jeep.
All my bio-containment crates were xylene-based.
They crapped their way out?
Potential acidity factor is off the charts.
Ho... hold... hold on.
Bat doody and xylene make superacid?
[Stuttering] Right.
Bat doody, really? Well...
- Hey, check this out. - We need to find those bats.
You said you knew where they were roosting.
Getting closer.
I triangulated all the melting sites,
and the center is right here, where the smiley face is.
A massive storage tank full of methyl iodide gas.
- It's perfect. - But it's poison.
Uh, for them, I mean. Nice and homey.
Uh, if you like the atmosphere on Titan,
- which they do. - Okay. To neutralize
the superacid and stop the melting
I'm gonna need an enzyme sample from the binary parotid gland
of one of those bats.
- We're gonna have to go inside. - Oh, wait, wait.
Into the huge tank of poison-gas bats and superacid?
Ah, yeah!
Awesome. [Sighs]
- [Sighs] - Sorry.
Wow. Was that so hard?
What are you talking about?
Sorry. 'Cause I never heard you say it before.
Zane, leaving the mission was the right decision for me.
Look, I shouldn't have to apologize,
because it's not about you.
Yeah, then maybe you should've clarified that
- before I got involved. - It was your idea.
You're the one that told me to try.
And you let me think
you really wanted to go the distance
when you were really just playing around.
Fine. Fine. I am sorry
for not knowing exactly what I wanted.
Hmm?
Well, that's the crappiest apology ever,
isn't it?
[Sighs]
Don't dawdle in there.
It'll be not long before our gear
starts dissolving in the tank. [Breathes hard]
Fantastic.
[Heavy breathing]
Ho..Ly..crap, Batman.
Now, to get a proper sample, we'll need a mature female.
Well, let's get one and get the hell outta here.
Unfortunately, a colony of brown bats
is normally 85% male.
Of course it is. And the difference
between the boys and the girls is, uh...
Females are larger.
Ready?
For what?
[High-pitched droning] [Screeching]
You sure that's a good idea?
I'm provoking a startle response.
I can see that.
[Pulse oscillating]
Male. [Scoffs]
Male. Male.
Female? One...Two...
Three...
[Laughs] Oh, she's quite the Sheila.
[Screeches and chirps]
Yes, she is.
Aren't you, slugger? [Screeches]
Okay. Okay.
Bye-bye, bats.
Better wrangle me strays and seal this place up.
Allison and Taggart isolated the amino acids from the bats.
Now I just need to repair the damage to the FTL.
I'm already on it. How's S.A.R.A.H.?
On artificial life support.
I was able to connect an external hard drive
before the crash, but, um,
we'll know more once she's rebooted.
Thanks for asking.
Well, I know how attached you are.
In a not-at-all creepy way.
They may be A.I., but S.A.R.A.H. and Andy
have a real connection.
It would be tragic if they couldn't say good-bye,
and she became our first A.I. widow.
Well, we all have to live with disappointment.
Enough with the doom and gloom already.
It's so obvious. What are you talking about?
You and Jo.
What, that she wasted my time?
That you're disappointed that she's not going with you.
Just tell her.
It's not my place to be disappointed.
It's not like we're even officially dating.
Honestly, I don't know what we are.
Then find out.
Pushing her away isn't making it easier on either of you.
Current temperature, 310 degrees below 0.
Wind speed, 122 knots.
Hang in there, Andy. You're doin' great.
My internal diagnostics tell me quite the opposite.
But, uh... Thank you for saying otherwise.
Well, no one ever said being a deputy in Eureka was easy.
You know, uh, it's kind of funny, Jo...
Me being here on Saturn's largest moon.
Uh, funny, how?
You wake up in the morning and...
You never know where the day is gonna take you.
[Sighs] Well, that is funny.
[Wind blows]
[Door opens]
Hey, Henry.
The methane storm is damaging the camera.
The image has been deteriorating over the last hour.
It's okay, we're gonna have a fix for the melting
in a couple of hours. We'll patch up the FTL,
- we can get a... - Uh, Carter, we don't have
a couple of hours.
His inner shielding has been compromised.
Oh. Thanks.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, boss!
So how's your day going?
Well, uh... [Electric glitch]
Andy?
[Glitching]
- Andy? - Boss?
Can you hear me? Andy?
Boss! Hey!
No, Jack, um, we've lost the feed.
Hey! How are the repairs going?
Well, too slow. Andy doesn't have much time.
I know.
You know, um...
I know he's a robot, but, uh...
I feel bad.
I mean, I just wish there was something I could do.
You've done a lot.
He still has a chance because of you.
- Well... - Hey!
Hey, listen. We've improvised an FTL slingshot
that has a chance of grabbing Andy back from Titan.
But...
He has to be at the exact coordinates where he arrived
when that wormhole opens.
Now, we've lost the comm feed, so there's no way
for us to tell him where he needs to be.
Maybe we could show him.
Here, come here.
[Electric charge] Hey, partner. How's it going?
Andy?
Heeeey.
[Electronic static]
Are you an angel?
Not even close.
Allison gave me a holo-communicator
she's been testing for the mission.
Look, right now we got to get back to the place
where you zapped in.
I don't know if I can make it, boss.
Just try, buddy.
What's a sheriff without a deputy?
[Intermittent static]
The FTL extraction point is just ahead.
It should be a piece of cake.
Easy for the hologram to say.
Come on, buddy. All right?
S.A.R.A.H. needs you home safe.
Wow.
Well, there's something you don't see every day.
[Static]
Andy, we've got to reach that boulder, right over there.
As soon as you're there,
Henry's gonna try pulling you back. Okay?
Try?
Just hurry. I'm losing the signal.
Okay.
I lost the signal. He was a few steps away.
Stand by.
- Oh! - Oh!
Yeah! [Cheering]
Hey.
[Shuddering] Oh-h-h...
Th... thanks for bringing me back, boss.
Well, I'd say we're even.
[Laughing] - Okay. - Okay.
Hey. How's Andy?
Defrosting, but he'll recover.
Yeah, he's tough. Could I?
Sure.
What's up?
Now, just... just give me a sec, okay?
Okay, this mission is a big deal.
- Oh! - I know.
It's history.
It's just when I thought about doing it,
I always thought about doing it with you.
[Sighs] I am sorry...
If I let you down.
Less crappy apology?
Yeah, a little. [Chuckles]
So for the record, what is this?
You and me?
- We're friends. - Yeah?
Well, I think it's more than we ever were before. It...
Yeah, I got that, but... but...
But that's...not what you're asking me, is it?
You want to know if I'll wait for you?
Will you?
I don't know.
Because you don't know how you feel about me?
No, no, because I...
I don't know how I feel about a lot of things.
And I am trying to figure it out, I...
I just can't make that kind of a promise until I do.
Okay.
Okay?
Honesty.
I never thought we'd get here.
I guess you never know where the day will take you.
Yeah.
Fargo? You there?
Yup. Well, we stopped the melting and replaced
the damaged components. All that's left now
is to bring her back online.
Did you recover her memory files?
Unfortunately, they were corrupted during the melting.
Some of her data was permanently lost.
Well, let's hope that's just the stuff about my cholesterol.
Well, we're about to find out.
[Electronic pulsing]
S.A.R.A.H.?
You there?
S.A.R.A.H.: Yes, Dr. Fargo. How are you?
I'm fine. It's good to hear my... your voice.
Hey, S.A.R.A.H. Uh, you had us worried there for a second.
S.A.R.A.H.: Worried about what, sheriff?
Both: - Uh... - Nothing.
I have someone here for you,
someone who's pretty anxious to talk to ya.
Hi, honey. I'm home.
S.A.R.A.H.? Everything okay?
S.A.R.A.H.: I'm sorry.
I forget sometimes that you can't see me smile.
I was afraid I'd lost you, baby.
Take more than a Titanic methane storm
to keep me from my gal.
S.A.R.A.H.: Come get warm.
It's 290 degrees below 0 on Titan.
So I discovered.
Thank you.
I try not to think about it.
Well, I guess my work here is done.
[Chuckling] You did a great job, Fargo.
- Thanks. - All in a day's work.
So, I guess you're gonna have another houseguest for a while.
Yeah.
Seems that way. It's okay.
Doesn't feel so crowded.
Jo wasn't enough? You want Andy, too?
Well, I...want you.
I think a...
A house isn't a home unless you share it
with the person that you love.
You realize I come as a package deal
with Kevin and Jenna, right?
Really? You... no...
Yeah. [Laughs]
Living together, huh?
Mm-hmm. Just think about it.
Okay?
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