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Previously on Eureka.

Your criminal record disqualifies you
from being in the Astraeus project.

- I know.
- Allison has found

something in my heart.

I'm cut from mission selection.

- Like to take it to dinner.
- Something more

off-the-clock might be nice.

You guys really went out?

The BBI interface with Allison becomes
less stable the longer I use it.

I'd really prefer not to get
stuck inside her head.

Beverly?

Beverly doesn't live here anymore.

TIME TO LAUCH

Was I dreaming
or did I hear yelling last night?

A bunch of commandos abducted Jo.

Coffee?

Sure.

- You made me breakfast.
- My finest effort.

Ahem.

SARAH and I had a...
SARAH did most...

I put the Greens down.

It's the presentation that sells it.

- I'd like to think.
- So what you doing today?

Meeting with Senator Wen at GD.

But I think I will be back
in time for lunch, so I'm thinking...

Another picnic by the lake.

Actually, I am planning
on going back to work today.

Two weeks of doting is
about all that I can handle.

Well, two weeks
since you were brain-jacked.

And I don't dote.

You dote.
I love that you dote.

But just not so much.

The kids are coming back
from my mom's tomorrow.

Thursday.

- Today is wed...
- Thursday.

See?
Brain-jacked.

I'm fine, really.

Tick tock, people.

Tick tock.

No pressure.

And time's up, Astraeus candidates.

Pencils down.

Easy on the stairs.

- I'm doting.
- Sheriff.

- Dr. Blake.
- Hi.

- It's good to see you up.
- Enjoying your time off?

Yes, I was, but I'm ready
to get back to work.

No need to rush.
Enjoy your "you" time.

Thank you, I appreciate
your understanding.

But GD still needs...

Sometimes I forget
to turn off the politician speak.

It wasn't understanding.

I'm not reinstating you just yet.

The trauma you experienced
would shake anyone's confidence.

My confidence isn't shaken, senator.

Mine is.

I want to be sure that you're ready.

No need to rush.

Feel free to use
the facilities, Allison.

Maybe take a day at the spa.
Sheriff, you're with me.

I guess I'm with her.

I'll find you later.

Ms. Lupo.

Your test results are ready.

That was fast.

Titan waits for no one.

Quick, quick,

like a bandage.

It'll hurt less.

I passed.

I passed!

I passed, I passed,
I passed, I passed, I passed!

I passed, I passed,
I passed, I passed, I passed!

I knew you would.

I didn't.

I was half-asleep
when they brought me in here.

Well, any tool can
ace orbital dynamics

with eight hours sleep
and three cups of coffee.

That's why they yank you
in the night.

They want to see what you're made of.

So you should probably resume
your little happy dance.

Besides, I was kind of enjoying it.

You know,

I kind of wish that you were going.

I'm going to Titan.

They just don't know it yet.

Level Q?

Where is that?

- Morning, everyone.
- Morning.

- Should I sit?
- Stand there and look pretty.

You've all been doing Yeoman's work
on your Astraeus assignments,

but I'm afraid
you're behind schedule.

Actually I should have construction

of the ship's hull
completed right on track.

Not according to the new schedule.

You're going to have to accelerate
things a bit, Dr. Sanagustin.

Okay, I can push
our guys to finish ASAP.

Excellent.

Where's Dr. Fung?

Sorry, everybody.

My bad.

I'm guessing that's him.

Yeah.

He's been having some issues

with his interstellar
communications system.

On that note,
I'll let you get back to work.

I should do the same.

You are working.

For me.

Things will be heating up around here

with the tighter deadlines.

I'd appreciate your help
with extra security.

I'd love to,
but I'm the town sheriff.

So I have sheriffy things to do.

That's politician speak
for "you have to."

Paper work's already done.

And I'd appreciate it
if you'd wear a suit.

Finally.

What took you so long?

This level is a maze.
I didn't even know GD went this deep.

What's up?

You tell us?

We got texts from you
to come down here.

No, you sent me a text
to come down here.

Someone, anyone!
Let us out!

There's no reception here.

Congratulations, Astraeus candidates,
on making it to the next round.

Psychological stress testing.

I've read about this.

They put us in isolation
for days on end.

Give us challenging tasks
that test our mettle at every turn.

Where the strong survive,

and the weak get discarded
like yesterday's trash.

Silence!

Please place all of your
belonging's into the chute.

PDAS, jewelry,

clothing.

Clothing?

Every last

stitch.

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Tick-tock, people.

Drop 'em.

Get naked?

Here?
In front of...

everyone?

Test uniforms will be provided.

One thing we're going to have to deal
with on the mission is lack of privacy.

This is our first test.

I for one believe
that the body is a beautiful thing.

And I am happy to share it.

No!
No sharing, no!

Fargo, eyes on the prize.
We're going to space.

Why don't we all just face our
lockers and agree to no peeking.

Don't let me stop you.

Ladies.

- Excuse me?
- Can I help you?

I'm Allison Blake, this is my desk.

Of course, Dr. Blake.
I'm Mark Timmons.

I read your book on space medicine.

- Great stuff.
- Thank you.

I take it senator Wen brought you in.

When she calls, I heed.

This place is so much cooler
than the Mayo clinic.

If I'd known you were coming,
I'd have cleaned up a bit.

That's fine. If you could fill me in
on everything I missed.

Sorry, Senator Wen's orders.

I was told about your...

incident.

And I'm afraid

you're no-fly.

Now, I'm about
to start a private consultation, so...

- How you feeling?
- Like everyone thinks that I'm crazy.

Tell me that you weren't
wearing that before.

Senator Wen asked me to fill in for jo
while she's doing some stress test.

I'm not a tie-guy.
This is...

Maybe you should tighten it.

A lot.

I'm sensing hostility.

Apparently,
everyone thinks my brain is broken.

Not everyone.

What do you think?

I think broken is a strong word.

I'm sorry,

my bad again.

I have to talk to him.

You know what? I can't believe
you're taking Wen's side.

I'm not taking any sides.
You were fuzzy about hat day it was.

Because of the monotony of
one day blending into the next.

So spending quality time
with me is monotonous.

You know what I really think?

I think

that it's okay
to be a little off your game.

I think It's okay
to ease back into things.

And I think it's okay
to let me take care of you.

You said something
about taking care of me?

What are you doing here?

Testing my mettle.

You're not even qualified

for the mission.

Unless I ram
my worth down their throats.

Zane's presence taints the test.
Open up the door, Larry.

Do over.

Testing protocol is very clear.
Once the doors are sealed,

no one comes or goes.

So I suggest you

adapt and overcome.

- Slim pickings in here.
- They're getting slimmer with you here.

- The resources are meant for four.
- We should treat him as a stowaway.

Restrain him, and put him on rations.

You're welcome to try.

All right,

first test candidates.

You must each fold 100 cranes

and string them on a wire.

Seriously?

This is an actual astronaut test.

- This is arts and crafts.
- It's empirical origami.

A chronological record of our ability
to perform intricate repetitive tasks

that will be necessary on the mission.
How do we handle the monotony?

Are the last ten cranes
as good as our first?

Arts and crafts.

No doubt the lack of
ab crunches and dead lifts

disappoints you, number one.

Don't call me that.

But this is about strength of mind.

As holly so acutely observed.

Did I mention you're being timed?

It can't just be gone.

There's debris at the bottom,
just no sign of the main compartment.

Shut down all elevators
until further notice.

There is nothing wrong with me!

Maybe it was just an accident.

I mean the interstellar guy,

he shattered glass
in Wen's office this morning, so...

I guess that's possible.

You should look into it,
since clearly I'm incapable.

Your atrial septal defect is in a...

particularly bad spot, Henry.

Most doctors agree it's untreatable.

Fortunately for you,

I'm not most doctors.

I have developed a new procedure
that I believe could repair your heart

with very little recovery time.

What do you say we patch you up
and send you into space?

I say, when can we get started?

- What's your success rate?
- On people?

Sample size is too small
to be significant.

It healed a lot of pigs, though.

Truckloads of them.

- We need to talk.
- Yeah...

I guess we need to talk.

I could have disintegrated the elevator
using the right or wrong frequency.

- But I didn't.
- Really?

'Cause we heard
a pretty nasty sounding sonic boom

right before the elevator
went bye-bye.

You do realize,

I'm actualizing a real-time
interplanetary communications network.

That's a lot of big words, Dr. Fung.

But you're playing
loose and easy with safety. So...

Nothing I've done
could disintegrate a tungsten elevator.

I swear to you.
And frankly, I have...

I'll be needing a new lab, ASAP.

That's not my department.

Another lab and a chunk of the cafeteria
just collapsed.

Andy, any ideas?

The floor's support beams.
They don't seem to be there.

Disintegrated by a giant sound wave.

Gosh, no.

That would leave a totally
different forensic signifier.

Thank you,
totally different forensic signifier.

So, gone as in...

Taken, then?

Unlikely.

Reinforced GD tungsten
is awfully tough to cut through.

Though there are tiny serrations

along the remaining debris.

The missing elevator
was made of tungsten.

A pattern.

If it was taken.
What would someone do with it?

All kinds of useful things.

They could make support beams,
the Astraeus spacecraft.

An elevator.

Let's talk about the second one.

Boring!

Let's heat you up just a bit.

I love my job.

I'll grant that Dr. Timmons
comes off a touch overconfident.

A touch?

He is one of the top cardiac surgeons
in the world.

And if your heart was in danger,
I'd be all for it.

But your heart works perfectly fine
here on earth.

This was your idea.

It's experimental heart surgery.

It is too risky.

It's my risk.

Is it now?

Bathroom's free.

But it doesn't work.

So, fix it.
Number four, asterisk.

Hell no.
I got cranes to fold.

How chivalrous of you.

I bet it's part of the test. They mess
with the facilities to see how we react.

Luckily, I can hold it a long time.

My doctor says
I have the bladder of a water buffalo.

Have you ever heard the expression,
too much information?

With Holly, there's no such thing.

Thanks, Isaac.

Man, it's like a sauna in here.

There's gotta be a...

Here we go.

Seriously?

My bad.

Please, why would I steal tungsten?

Senator Wen told you
to finish the spacecraft ASAP.

Maybe you needed more raw materials
to meet the new deadline?

It's already been met.

What?

The ship. The hull's done.
See for yourself.

Very impressive.

Just wait until you see
the micro-polymer paint job.

You push your guys hard to finish it,
maybe I should talk to them.

You might find that conversation
a bit one-sided.

The ship was built
by a team of construction mites.

Mites, as in bugs?

Bug-like robots,
programmed to consume tungsten

and fuse the raw material layer by layer
using laser centering.

Andy, you said that there were
tiny serrations in the lab floor?

I see where you're going. I would have
to measure the bite radius to be sure.

- But it sounds plausible.
- I don't think so.

Yes, I crank them
to 11 to speed things up,

but that wouldn't make them
go around eating elevators.

They had more than ample raw material
to complete the ship's hull.

Where are the mites now?

Well, when they complete the task,

they go into storage automatically.

They should be there.

And you're going, you're going to...
Fill in the blank, you're going to...

Look, I designed the spacecraft.
I didn't program the mites.

Why don't you talk to the man who did?
A bright kid, Zane Donovan.

Fantastic.

Can you stop doing that?

Helps me concentrate.

If you didn't bring enough
for everyone...

For you, miss 92, anything.

How did you know my score?

On the written test?
Lucky guess.

You hacked my test
and cheated for me, didn't you?

I'm sure I have no clue
what you mean.

Well, I guess not all of us
are playing on a level field.

Interesting.

Could this get any more frustrating?

Enjoy the tunes, number two.

I gotta go number one.

So do I.

Senator Wen?

Thank you.

With all due respect,
I believe that I should be reinstated.

Your last MRI
still showed slight variation

from your pre-incident state.

Yes, but still within the parameters
of normal brain activity.

Why the rush?

Because I'm fine.
I've had multiple brain scans.

My motor skills are perfectly fine.

You didn't answer my question.

Why the rush?

Then I don't understand.

I think I do.

To have your mind taken over.

The violation, the loss of control.

If it were me, I'd want my normal life
back as soon as possible.

I'd need it back.

Yes, exactly.

So what I need to ask you is,

are you absolutely sure
that you're 100% back to normal?

Or do you just need to be?

You seem particularly stressed today.
Would you like to talk about it?

No, not...

I'm stressed
because Allison's mad at me,

because I'm wearing
a tie that's strangling me,

and because we can't find the one guy

who can tell us about insect bugs
that are running around...

Look out.

Who put a metal door in the hallway?

Actually, it's a hatch for the Astraeus.
And I'm guessing they did.

They're not building a hatch.

They're eating GD
and building a whole ship.

Senator Wen?
We have a bug problem.

I just heard about the missing mites
from Dr. Sanagustin.

Not just missing.
Eating.

Eating and building ship walls.
We've evacuated the most damaged areas,

but it's only a matter of time
before whole sections collapse.

Recommendations.

I think we should kill the mites.

Actually, the construction mites
are pretty darn scrappy.

They're designed to perform repairs
in the extreme conditions on Titan.

They're impervious to heat, cold,
gases, electromagnetic pulses.

Indestructible bugs.
Fantastic.

Dr. Deacon is working
on shutting them off,

but it could be hours
without Mr. Donovan.

That I can help you with.

Getting tired, Parrish?

Your last cranes
look more like ducks.

Your transparent mind games
aren't going to work on me, asterisk.

Could I have some of your paper?
I used all my extras on...

I'm sorry, no.

Blame asterisk.

If we had restrained the stowaway
like I suggested,

there would be plenty of extras
for everyone.

You can have my paper.
I'm never gonna get through this.

Power outage.

Why not have that happen?

They're testing our ability
to adapt and maintain focus.

Don't you all have
owl-like night vision?

Oh, it's just me.

Bummer.

They're testing our group dynamics.

On Titan, a power outage
could cause life-support failure.

First and foremost,
we need to look after each other.

Let's get this panel off
and look for the electrical short.

You're not the dictator of GD anymore,
number two.

No one's going
to follow you down here.

I will.

Me too.

What?

I'm not gonna let
this yahoo pass me up.

Talking about the car wash

Dude, I just got that out of my head.

Talking about the car wash

Very funny, people.

Can you patch me
through to Zane in...

- That's not supposed to be there.
- I was just gone for a...

Wait.

I'm being tested, aren't I?
They are testing the tester.

That is so meta.

I know that sound.

Any chance the control panel's
made of tungsten?

Just the crucial bits.

Any way to talk to people
in the chamber?

No, the panel that you don't see there
controls everything.

Communications, electricity,
ventilation.

Is there a way
to get them out manually?

Sure.

But you have to go down
to the iso chamber on level Q.

I've never heard of level Q.

- It's not a popular level.
- Fair enough.

It can be a confusing place,
if you don't have a map in head.

Which I do.

Lead the way.

It looks like a fried coupling.
I can bypass it if one of you can...

You guys are quite simpatico.

I have that with... myself.

Never scored high in
"works well with others."

We're others.
And we're working.

If I have any influence,
I'm recommending you for the mission.

With flying colors.

Thanks, but as soon as we get out
I'm going to Wen,

and if she doesn't let me
take the written test again,

I'm withdrawing.

Jo Lupo,

quitter.

Didn't see that coming.

No, I just wouldn't take
a spot I didn't earn

away from someone who did.

Get back to your cranes.
Jo and I will get the power back on.

You passed that test on your own.
You deserve to be here.

Now you're just messing with me.

No, earlier I was messing wth you,
I've been messing with everyone.

Right when I was starting
to trust you.

That was supposed to work.

I can't even do this right.

That should have worked.
The power should have come back on.

How could you know?

Because Wen put me in
to crank up stress level.

I'm part of the test.

I knew it.

The framework of the chamber

is the second highest concentration
of tungsten in GD.

If the mites were to consume it,
the test candidates would be crushed.

What was the first?

That would be the support
bearings for all of GD.

Located underneath
the isolation chamber.

- If the mites were to consume that.
- We all get crushed.

Level Q.

Don't suppose
you're strong enough to break this.

Sorry, boss.

Actually,

I could use a little help myself.

Senator Wen promised
to put my case up for review.

Congratulations.

You did a bang-up job
betraying your friends.

You know what?
I hope you have so much fun on Titan.

I didn't betray anyone.

I was helping prove yourselves.

So clearly rehearsed.

Confessing that he's a mole is
the next step in messing with our heads.

Except they can't hear any of this.

The power was supposed to go out.
But Jo's repair should have restored it.

We really are cut off from GD.

It's all part of the test.

- You did great, you'll be fine.
- Thanks.

Those things were like
ants at an Andy picnic.

Something hit this mite,
that's for sure.

It's no wonder
that they never got the order

to shut down.

The signal transducers
were reduced to dust.

A dusted signal transducer means...

If there's no way to override
the mandate, then the mites continue

consuming and building indefinitely.

I think I know what happened
and where to find our exterminator.

All shored up,

for now.

You people have the attention span

of toddlers.

You're gonna panic at every distraction
that happens on Titan?

This mission requires
unshakeable fortitude

and focus to...

Get it off, get it off!

Holy cow, it's still going.

What is that?

A construction mite.

Guys.

If mites have eaten
their way down here,

they've done serious damage to GD.

Carter will figure out
a way to help us.

I highly doubt Carter's priority
is restoring our power.

These chairs won't hold longer.

We have to get ourselves out.

Where's the manual override
in this tin can?

On the wall.

Outside
that electronically sealed door.

Dr. Fung already damaged
their receivers

with sound waves.

Could a bigger blast zap
the little creatures?

Once I isolate and match
their resonant frequencies, but...

How long before
the chamber collapses?

At their accelerated of consumption,
and the amount of tungsten

they've already consumed,
I'd say in about 30 minutes.

I can make it in five.

- Go.
- Stop.

A pulse on that wavelength
to reach the mites from a distance

would scramble essential systems
all over GD.

That's the but
I was starting to mention.

The mites have gathered
on the isolation chamber.

A localized pulse could
obliterate them

if we could get it down.

There's no guarantee
that we reach the chamber in time.

The mites have turned the sub level
into a maze of ship walls.

The level was hard to navigate
on a good day.

But I can guide someone
using the thermal imaging.

I'll be the bug bomber.

No.
Allison.

You just said it was hard enough
on a good day.

You're feeling that good?

Yes,

and no one knows GD better than me.

- Allison.
- Come on, you gotta trust me.

I can get you there.

I know.

How's it coming?

Why did I have to make
these things indestructible?

Because you don't
do things half-assed.

Even when you're being
a complete ass.

Why'd you tell the truth?

It was either come clean
about being a mole, or die here.

Besides,

I can't break out on my own.

You confessed about my test score

before anything went wrong.

I guess I'm not always

a complete ass.

We...

have power.

Now remember.

This is a one time bug bomb
with limited range.

To annihilate the mites, you have
to get close to the isolation chamber

before you push the button.

The sonic blast should
take care of business.

- Should I cover my ears?
- It couldn't hurt.

Just pass me the laser cutty thing.

Allison?

You got your ears on?

We got a road block.

Just follow my lead.

Okay.

Here we go.

It's like eight inches.
We'll never make it.

Me, me.

I can manage eight inches.

It's gonna be tight.

I have extremely limber joints.

Okay.

The manual override is
on the other side of the door.

Got it.

You're stuck.

Is it too late to coat me
in something slippery?

Not even remotely.

Can you at least reach the override?

No dice.

Those are my bones.

Yes!

100 cranes!

Guess who's going to Titan, baby!

The fourth door is the real one.

Copy that.

You can get over.
There's a good two feet at the top.

Then make a sharp right
on the other side.

Got it.

He has to hurry.
The chamber ceiling won't last longer.

Come on.

Almost there, left turn ahead
and then you're home free.

- Holly.
- Sheriff Carter?

I'm coming!
I've got a bug bomb!

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

I am in deep ship.

We need a plan.

We can do this.

Stay put.
I'm gonna need you in a sec.

I'm not going anywhere.

Zane,

Start chewing,
we're gonna need it sticky.

Fasten these wires
together at the ends.

While I score us...

a magnet.

Parrish?

Time to cowboy up.

I see them.

Carter, are we close?

More to the right.

Got 'em!

Not a lot of time.
Let's move.

Right.

Half an inch to your left.

Almost...

Almost.

You're close.

- You got it.
- Got it!

Now let's blast these things
and go home.

Reeling it in!

Easy.

Ready?

All clear, everybody!

You can come and cut us out.

You got it.
Just give us an hour.

Thanks.

I really have to pee now.

To the interim director.

And to being trusted again.

About that.

I may have been
a little overprotective.

But, it was nice.

There was a particularly traumatic
fifth grade dodge ball incident.

So teams have never been my thing.

But after seeing you
in the iso chamber,

your commitment to the work
and the group.

I like to lead by example.

And you did, it was very manly.

What I'm trying to say is that...

You make me want to be a team player.

Manly?

Yeah.

And you don't scream like a girl.

I know, right?
He totally did that.

- About the surgery.
- You know what gets me?

Is you still think like a bachelor.

I am the last

to stand between you and your dreams.

I'm just asking that
we weigh the risks together.

You're right.

It's not just my risk, it's ours.

And as much as I want to go to space,

I'm not willing
to risk my life with you.

I'm not going to go either.

You have to go.

If I can't be with you on Titan,
I'll be here

in mission control
watching you until I can

bring you back home safely.

So go.

On one condition.

Marry me, Henry Deacon.

Absolutely.

We have an announcement to make.

We are getting married!

Aren't you already married?

They're renewing their vows!

Thank you.

How's it going, asterisk?

Senator Wen just left.

She's recommending a pardon.
So I'll be eligible for Astraeus.

Is that so?

The thing is,

I don't know if I really want to go.

What?

Space...

Done it.

You have got to be kidding me.

I threatened those guys
with triple tire drills

if they didn't recommend you to Wen.

You jackass.

Seriously,

you don't even realize
what you've done for me.

With a pardon, I can go anywhere.

From now on, if I stay in Eureka,

it won't be
because I have to be here.

It'll be because I want to be.