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 k*lling 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 att*ck.
From who?
Unknown!
A pulse w*apon has
knocked out the power grid,
communications are down
and we have voltage spikes
in the reactor turbines.
Radar is tracking
an incoming m*ssile.
How close?
COMPUTER:
30 seconds to impact.
HENRY: Close.
The EM shield will knock
it out before impact,
if we can keep it online.
(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 m*ssile
batteries warmed up.
We're going to have
to sh**t it down.
sh**t?
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 m*rder 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 m*ssile 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 m*ssile'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
expl*si*n.
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
g*ns & a*mo 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 d*ed.
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...
(g*ns COCKING)
Aw.
(HAMSTER SQUEAKING)
Okay, is this
some kind of joke?
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 expl*si*n.
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
m*ssile 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?
m*ssile 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
m*ssile-silo-on-Main-Street
incident teach us nothing?
These m*ssile 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 sh**t 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 b*mb 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 m*ssile,
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
b*mb 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 m*ssile 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?
05x06 - Worst Case Scenario
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