04x19 - One Small Step...

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previously on eureka...

- 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.

[a*t*matic 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 astrae 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 sh*t.

- 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.

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!

- 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]

- f*ring 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...

[expl*si*n]

- 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.

- 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!

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 b*at 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 t*nk
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 t*nk 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 t*nk.
[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.

Male.

- Female?
One...two...

- [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?