Previously on "Final Space, " y'all...
Gary...
HUE, ready the medical bay.
I am close.
I want answers!
Ash!
We need to lightfold now.
Hang on, Quinn!
Hang on!
I'm sorry. I should have told you.
New at this, HUE! What am I doing? What am I doing!
Place Quinn in the pod, Gary.
That's all we can do for now.
Okay. Alright!
Dang!
- I'm so sorry. - You trying to kill me?
Not funny, Quinn! Okay, that... that... that...
Okay, that wasn't half bad.
I learned from the best.
Quinn...
Quinn. Quinn!
HUE, tell me she's sleeping.
Yes, Gary.
Just sleeping.
Come to KVN.
You bury this memory.
Bury it deep, and then...
Delete it forever.
But then I'll have nothing to rewatch
after you die and all your bones turn to dust. Right?
So you stay pretty and let me do the thinking.
So cute!
Gary is hurting.
We may not be able to stop Quinn from dying.
I know.
What would Gary's best friend do?
He would get him a rebound.
A rebound, you say?
I like it.
But who? You know who.
I do know who!
Wait! Wait a second...
How did you know I knew who?
Because I'm you.
Right. Heh heh heh.
Now to get Gary a second chance at love.
She's baaack! Beth!
No, KVN!
Avert your eyes.
She's Gary's.
Update me, HUE. What do we know about this Final Space poisoning?
Gary? Over here.
Gary?
Think of it like stagnant water...
A breeding pool for disease.
When Final Space was sealed away
from the flow of the universe,
space-time itself stagnated, poisoning all organic matter.
Alright, then, what's the cure?
There isn't a cure.
- Chookity. - We tried everything!
Whoo! Why is this so hard?
If only we had better, more rectangular woman to love.
Right, Gary?
Will you shut up?!
Who... me... Or beth?
Figure it out, HUE. Please.
No, Beth.
Gary is not ignoring you.
Has anyone ever told you you have magnificent eyes?
Well... You do.
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I-I wish I knew what she was going through.
It would not have helped, Gary.
How do you know?
Because I did know what she was going through,
and there was nothing that I could do about it.
Wait. You knew Quinn was sick,
and you didn't tell me?
It did feel wrong.
But then for some reason, I did it anyway.
Gary, is that what being human feels like?
Hang on, Quinn.
The resistance lives.
We win here, Quatro, we liberate the oppressed!
We restore hope!
Okay, Lewis and Clark... attack!
Attack, my beautifuls!
God, I love riding these things.
First death.
And then light refreshments.
Take that! And this!
And that! And this!
Why won't you die?
I'm shooting you repeatedly.
Why are you attacking the weak?
Only the strong survive in this expanse of space.
Double take that!
Heavens, that's a good answer.
Well, I have news. The resistance is here.
And I, Tribore, am its leader, so...
Tribore?!
Can it be?
We know of you.
We know of your legend.
Heavens.
- Excuse me. Sheryl? - Yeah, HUE?
Have you ever tried your very hardest,
but it's just not good enough?
Story of my life, mate.
How did you handle it?
By going on benders and peeling my skivvies off
for any man who gave me a second look.
You know what I mean, don't ya?
That is unhelpful and sad.
Actually, it was big fun until it wasn't.
The one thing that could've worked, I was too afraid of.
And that one thing was?
Asking for help.
I've never asked for help before.
I don't even think I know how.
You're barking up the wrong tree for that, doggo.
Ask someone who's actually done it.
Ruminating, considering...
Why don't you give Kevin Van Newton a call?
He knows everything.
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- Wait! What the... - Hello, Kevin.
It's HUE. From the galaxy two.
We met before on the...
It's HUE. From the galaxy two.
What the hell do you want?
I'm calling for... Help.
That wasn't so bad.
How have you survived this long
without contracting Final Space poisoning?
Celenium. It absorbs everything,
Including the nasty stuff we're breathing here.
But don't get too excited.
It's one of the rarest elements in the universe.
I think I can work with that.
Thank you.
I believe we can create a celenium implant.
Throughout the half-life of the isotope,
it would absorb the poison in Quinn's bloodstream.
Perhaps something like this.
That looks like Nightfall's chip.
Ideally, the chip would be positioned near
the anterior cerebral arteries
to prevent further psychotic episodes.
Like that.
And Quinn becomes Nightfall.
Full freaking circle.
Or rhombus?
Yeah. It's a full freaking rhombus.
There is one major problem.
Perhaps I should've led with this.
The celenium is on a comet that is traveling 91,000 miles per hour.
Surface temperature... 100 degrees below zero.
Brrrrr! That's chilly, yo.
How do we land on a rock that's hurling through space
at a bazillion gazillion miles per hour?
Problem solved!
We could do a hook and grab.
Yeah, done it plenty of times.
We harpoon it with a grappling hook, zip-line over to it,
Mooncake blasts us down...
Ah. Okay, so obviously this is foolproof.
Worse plans have succeeded, and better plans have failed.
Besides, it's for Quinn, Gary.
Mom, thank you.
Let's get to it then!
Invictus!
Where are you?!
Darker. Leave the light.
I'm waiting there.
Return to me and speak.
Show yourself!
Darker still.
Go where the light is broken.
Where are you?!
You're close now.
So very close.
Open your eyes, child.
Invictus.
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Okay, how do you know me?
And before you speak, have you checked your facts?
Because Quatronostro is a hard pisces
And he is in a mood.
You are of the prophecy!
A legend spoken from a hallucinating,
late-stage alcoholic soothsayer, who said a savior would appear
who would sprout into a fire elemental
with magnificent wings.
I must compliment you on your beautiful checked facts.
Please continue to proceed.
The soothsayer has spoken of you many times.
He wore a long gown.
Not too summery, not too wintery.
The hemline was not from this world.
Did he mention where he got it?
No.
They never do.
But he did tell me his name.
Tim Belts.
- Tim Belts?! - Tim Belts?!
But I thought he was dead.
He is dead.
He said, "I am very dead,
but I have a message for Tribore Menendez."
Tell me, checker of checked facts, what was his message?
He said he can only speak it to you.
That's so Tim Belts!
We must travel to the temple of Krask.
Spirits speak freely there to the worthy and unworthy alike.
Heavens! Then what are we waiting for?
To the temple of Krask!
You're home, my child.
So this is what you look like.
The monster hiding in the darkness.
I am the shadow cast and the light beyond.
Your very breath and the choices you make...
are my gifts.
I am in all life.
You're a parasite, infecting everything around you.
You took Fox!
Give my brother back!
You will be reunited soon.
Now!
I am protecting him from the fool
who died a thousand deaths,
preventing me from escaping this prison.
The Gary.
Gary is good.
You're the cosmic psycho.
How blind you are.
He is a crusader who's saved no one.
A jackal that will
kill everything in his path including...
Your brother.
I don't believe you.
Gary wouldn't.
You will see my words live.
The Gary will kill your brother.
Well, I've done some entirely crazy things in my day,
but this is going in my top 10.
Let 'er rip, HUE.
Shooting anchor in 3, 2, 1.
Catos, you're good to go.
This thing looks very mean.
It's just a comet, buddy.
Holy hell!
I-I take it back.
Let's lock up!
Incoming!
Keep it quick, boys!
The celenium deposit is a mile below the surface.
Mooncake, blast us down, buddy.
Chookity pok!
There's cracking?! Do you see the cracking?
I see it! Come on!
Where are they, HUE.?
They are on the comet.
And Quinn?
Her bio readings are getting weaker, Gary.
There is no assurance this will succeed.
Just give us some more time, HUE!
Gary, time is not mine to give.
It belongs to none of us.
We need to hurry.
Got it.
Watch it!
We're trapped.
The temple of Krask.
It's kinda ugly.
They better have vending machines.
I'm not even there yet, and I am already exhausted.
Where is Tim Belts?
I seek his spirit.
I want to commune with him.
Respect the dead, heathens.
The dead only speak to people with appointments.
But I could maybe bend the rules...
for that fabulous cape.
If this is what it takes to get to Tim Belts,
then take it.
- That was fast. Tim? - This is Tim.
Who disturbs my eternal slumber?
It's Tribore Menendez.
Ah, of course.
Hey... Is your progeny with you?
Speak this legend.
Now, the time has come for you to liberate the forsaken
and lead them out of Final Space.
When you say "you" do you mean me
- or Quatronostro? - Yes.
For I have foretold, you are the great liberator.
Again. By "you," do you mean me or Quatronostro?
Yes.
Okay! Bye-bye now!
I'm beginning to remember why we fell out of touch.
Avocato?
Little Cato?
Sheryl!
I thought you boys might be dead.
- Do you have the stuff? - Got it.
But we need you to come and pick us up.
We won't make it back the way we came.
- On it. - Alright, do it, Mooncake.
Do that thing you do, baby!
Chookity pok!
Celenium in the med bay, yo!
Celenium... Smelting.
Chip... Fabricating.
Drill operative.
Hurry, HUE!
HUE, what's happening?!
Her body is too weak to withstand the fusion.
C'mon, HUE.
There's got to be something you can do.
This procedure requires Quinn to be conscious.
Any chemical interference can jeopardize the fusion.
But there is...
- One way. - Anything!
We can fuse her pain receptors with yours.
But, Gary, you will feel all of the pain that Quinn is feeling.
I don't care. Do it.
Link established.
I don't feel... aah!
Raise it more.
Gary, that is something I do not recommend.
- Cardiac arrest in progress. - Come on.
Come on, buddy. Come on, Gary!
More, HUE.
Your troponin levels are critical.
Any more, and you may...
Quinn would do it for me.
Do it!
My God!
Gary?
Gary!
Celenium implant complete.
Blood filtering.
Life signs stabilizing.
How am I gonna break this to Beth?
She's gonna be pissed.
You're okay.
You look like hell.
So...
Tell me about your sister.
No.
I know you're lying.
Gary would never kill my brother.
These are my words.
They will follow.
And you will watch, with both eyes open.
Both?
Become your full self.
Something's wrong.
You've become you.
No, no one should have this.
Take it back!
You have two paths ahead of you, my child.
Stay with the Gary to your doom.
Or join me and burn this universe to nothingness
so that all of us can begin again.
Three days to choose your path.
My power is increasing.
Soon nothing will hold me back.
Ash?
I'm back.
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