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Previously
on Eureka...

Your criminal record
disqualifies you

from being in
the Astraeus Project.

Yeah, I know.

Allison has found
something in my heart.

I'm cut from
mission selection.

I'd still like to
take you to dinner.

Something more
off-the-clock might be nice.

So, 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.

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What the hell?

Rise and shine.

Carter!

Hey, was I dreaming or did
I hear yelling last night?

Oh, uh, a bunch of commandos
abducted Jo.

Coffee?

Sure.

Ooh,
you made me breakfast.

My finest ever.
Mmm.

Well, 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. So
what are you doing today?

Uh, I have a meeting
with Senator Wen at G.D.

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

another picnic by the lake.

Uh, 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.

Oh, you dote. I mean,
I love that you dote.

But just not so much.

Besides, the kids are coming
back from my mom's tomorrow, so...

Thursday.

No, today is Wed...
Thursday.

See? Brain-jacked.

I'm fine, really.

And as much as I have loved
spending so much time with you,

watching all the
Major League movies,

and the Smokey and
the Bandit Trilogy...

It's classic!

Yes. It is time for me
to get back to normal.

Are you?

Uh, back to normal.

Absolutely.

Tick tock, people.

Tick tock.

No pressure.
Oh, God.

And time's up, Astraeus
candidates. Pencils down.

Easy on the stairs.

Jack.
I'm doting, right.

Sheriff.

Dr. Blake.
Hi.

It's good to see you
up and about.

Enjoying your time off?
Uh, yes, I was.

But I'm ready
to get back to work.

Oh, no need to rush.
Enjoy your you time.

Well, thank you. I
appreciate your understanding.

But G.D. Still needs...

Sorry, sometimes I forget to
turn off the politician speak.

It wasn't understanding.

I'm not reinstating you
just yet.

Oh.

Listen, the trauma
you experienced

would shake
anyone's confidence.

Well, my confidence
isn't shaken, Senator.

Mine is.

I just want to be sure
that you're ready.

No need to rush.

So lunch by the lake?

Well, that sounds romantic but I'm
afraid you'll be busy, Sherriff.

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.

Uh, I'll find you later.

Miss Lupo.

Your test results
are ready.

Wow, that was fast.

Titan waits
for no one.

Oh.

Okay.

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.

Yeah, well, any tool
can ace Orbital Dynamics

with eight hours sleep
and three cups of coffee.

That's why they yank you
in the middle of the night.

They want to see
what you're really made of.

I could never have
done this without you.

I feel bad
that you can't go.

Don't. You do the crime,
you serve the time, right?

So you should probably resume
your little happy dance.

Besides, I was
kind of enjoying it.

Yeah, I should, uh...

I should probably
goget dressed.

Oh, well, that depends
on how you want to celebrate.

You know, I kind of wish
that you were going.

Oh, I'm going to Titan.
Hmm?

They just don't know it yet.

Oh. Oh.

Level Q?

Where the hell's that?

Morning, everyone.

Morning.
Morning, Senator.

Should I sit? Just 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.

Oh.

The President would
like our launch date

to coincide with
the international meeting

on the future
of space exploration.

So I'm afraid you're going to have to
accelerate things a bit, Dr. Sanagustin.

Okay, I can push
our guys to finish ASAP.

Oh, excellent.

Putting a colony on Titan
is a huge undertaking.

But I wouldn't have directed
the funding to Eureka

if you weren't
up for the challenge.

I'd like a status update for
your projects by day's end.

Okay.

Where's Dr. Fung?

Oh, uh...

Uh, sorry.
Sorry, everybody. My bad.

I'm guessing that's him.

Yeah.

He's been having some issues

with his interstellar
communications system.

Well, uh, on that note,
I'll let you get back to work.

Yeah, I should
do the same.

Oh, you are working.

For me.

Things will be heating up around
here with the tighter deadlines.

I'd appreciate your help
with extra security.

Well, I'd love to, but,
uh, 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.

Oh, and, um, I'd appreciate
it if you'd wear a suit.

Suits are more Jo's thing.

Like with this
tie stuff... I don't like ties.

Oh. Well,

maybe you can do it
as a favor to me.

Jo's going to be
indisposed for a while.

Finally.

What took you
so long?

This level is amazing.

I didn't even know
G.D. Went this deep.

So, um, what's up?

Um, you tell us.

We got texts from you
to come down here.

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

Why would someone falsify
mobile communications?

I'm gonna go with,
"To trap us in here".

Someone, anyone!
Let us out!

Yeah, there's
no reception here, guys.

Congratulations,
Astraeus candidates,

on making it
to the next round.

Psychological
stress testing.

Oh, 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.

I don't see a bathroom.

Silence!

Please place all of your
belongings into the chute.

PDAs, jewelry, clothing.

Clothing?

Mmm-hmm.
Every last stitch.

I have to pee.

Tick-tock, people.
Drop 'em.

Get naked? Here?

In front of everyone?

We're not thrilled
about it either.

Test uniforms
will be provided.

One of the things
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
human body is a beautiful thing.

And I am happy to share it.

Oh, no!
No sharing, no!

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

Okay.

But everyone better keep
their eyes off my prize.

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

Hey.

Zane.

Don't let me stop you.

Hmm.

Ladies.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

I'm Allison Blake.
This is my desk.

Oh, hmm. Um...

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

I read your book on space
medicine. Great, 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.

You know, if I'd known you were
coming, I'd have cleaned up a bit.

Well, that's fine.
If you could just

fill me in on
everything that I missed.

Sorry. Uh,
Senator Wen's orders.

I was told about
your incident.

And, uh, unless we're sure
that there's no lingering

mental effects,
I'm afraid you're no-fly.

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

You want a muffin to go?

They are excellent.

How you feeling? Well, like
everyone thinks that I'm crazy.

Uh, tell me that you were
not wearing that before.

No, Senator Wen
asked me to fill in for Jo

while she's doing
some stress test.

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

Yeah, well, maybe
you should tighten it.

A lot.

I'm sensing hostility.

Well, you didn't exactly
have my back with Senator Wen.

Well, I didn't know
it was a rumble.

Well, not only does she
think I'm not fit to run G.D.,

I'm also barred from
any medical duties.

Apparently, everyone thinks
that my brain is broken.

Well, not everyone.

Well, what do you think?

I think broken's
a strong word.

Uh, I'm sorry,
my bad again.

I have to
talk to him.

I... I...
You know what?

I can't even believe that
you're taking Wen's side.

I'm not taking
any sides.

You were fuzzy about
what day it was.

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

Oh, 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.

Whoa!

Jack!

You said something
about taking care of me?

Zane?

What are you doing here?

Testing my mettle.

What...
What she said.

You're not even
qualified for the mission.

Yeah, unless I ram my
worth down their throats.

Hey, Larry, did you know
that the testing schedule

was kept in the most
unsecure computer file ever?

I mean, dude, it would've
been a crime not to hack it.

Zane's presence
taints the test.

Open up the door, Larry.
Do over.

No do over's, Number Two.

I don't like the way
you called me Number Two.

I am still your boss.

Uh, no. Not while
testing is in progress.

Testing protocol
is very clear.

Once the doors are sealed,
no one comes or goes.

So I suggest
you adapt and overcome.

We're not exactly marines.

Please,
I eat marines for lunch.

Slim pickings in here.

Yeah, and now they're
getting slimmer with you here.

The resources are
meant for four people.

We should treat him
as a stowaway.

Restrain him,
and put him on rations.

Oh, you're welcome to try.

Hey! That is not hygienic!

Mmm-hmm.

All right.
First test, candidates.

You must each fold 100 cranes
and string them on a wire.

Oh, seriously.

Excellent.
I love origami.

Yeah, you would.
This is ridiculous.

No, no, no, no, this is
an actual astronaut test.

This is arts and crafts.

It's empirical origami.

A chronological record
of our ability to perform

the kind of intricate,
repetitive tasks

that will be necessary
on the mission.

How do we handle the monotony?

Are the last 10 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?

Excuse me.
Excuse me.

Well, the good news is
I detect no injuries.

What's the bad news?

I detect
no elevator either.

Well,
it can't just be gone.

There's debris at
the bottom of the shaft,

just no sign of
the main compartment.

Shut down all elevators
until further notice.

There is nothing
wrong with me!

Okay, so maybe it was
just an accident.

I mean, the interstellar
something-or-other guy,

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

Well, I guess
that's possible.

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

I'll let you know
what I find.

Yup.

Yeah.

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 surgical procedure

that I believe could
repair your heart

with very little
recovery time.

Now, what do you say we patch
you up and send you into space?

Uh, I say,
"When can we get started?"

Hey, hang on, hang on.

Open heart surgery?

Technically,
it's done laparoscopically.

It sounds scarier
than it is.

What's your
success rate?

Oh, on people?

Uh, sample size is
too small to be significant.

Um, it healed
a lot of pigs, though.

Truckloads of them.

Henry,
we need to talk.

Yeah... Mmm.

Uh, yeah.
I guess we need to talk.

Yeah.

Uh, yes, 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.

Sheriff Carter...
Mmm.

No, I... Um, there's...

Security Chief Carter.

Now, I admit I have been

experimenting outside the
recommended safety zone...

Mandatory safety zone.

Mandatory.

You do realize,
I'm actualizing

a real-time interplanetary
communications network.

Well, that's a lot of
big words, uh, 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 to...

Boy,
you're lucky, boss.

That could've been a pretty
nasty tumble.

You know, I'll be
needing a new lab, ASAP.

That's not my department.
Uh... Hey, guys?

Another lab and a chunk of
the cafeteria just collapsed.

Andy, any ideas?

Yup.
The floor's support beams.

They don't seem to be there.

Right. Uh, 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,
uh, taken, then?

Hmm. Unlikely.

Reinforced G.D. Tungsten is
awfully tough to cut through.

Though there are tiny serrations
along the remaining debris.

Okay.

Well, the missing elevator
was made of tungsten.

Ooh!

A pattern.

Yeah, if it was taken.

Uh, 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.

Oh, God, I love my job.

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

A touch?

But 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.

Grace, this was your idea.

To find a cure so that we could
go off on a mission together.

It's experimental
heart surgery, Henry.

It is too risky.

It's my risk.

Oh, is it now?

Huh.

Hey, eyes on your own
origami paper, Number Two.

Bathroom's free.
Oh.

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.

Holly, have you ever
heard the expression

too much information?

With Holly,
there's no such thing.

Aw! Thanks, Isaac.

Oh!

Oh, nope. Got away.

Man, it's like
a sauna in here.

There's gotta be a...

Ah, here we go.

Aw! Seriously?

My bad.

Please, why would
I steal tungsten?

Well, 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.

Oh.

Whoa.
Very impressive.

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

You said you're going to have to
push your guys hard to finish it.

Maybe I should
talk to them.

Oh, well, you might find that
conversation a bit one-sided.

The ship was built by
a team of construction mites.

Hmm.

Mites, as in bugs?

Bug-like robots that are
programed to consume tungsten

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

Andy, you said
that there were, um,

tiny serrations
in the lab floor?

I see where you're
going with that, boss.

I would have to measure the bite
radius of the mite 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.

Huh.

"Huh" is your take
on the situation?

More damage reports
coming in.

Three tungsten supported walls are
exhibiting structural failure in the

Robotics wing.

Make that four.

All right, I think now would
be a good time to turn 'em off.

This is concerning. I can't
establish a connection.

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.

Are you still working on
your first crane, Number Two?

Well, maybe they're judging
us on stick-to-itiveness

rather than jackassery,
Number Four.

Persistence is futile.

You will be humiliated.

Can you stop doing that?

Helps me concentrate.

Well, if you didn't bring
enough for everyone...

You really put the "S"
in Asterisk.

Give up the gum.

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.

Car wash, yeah

Senator Wen?

Thank you.

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

Allison.

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?

Because what
if you're wrong?

We're in a precarious
situation here.

What if your judgment is off

and you make
a crucial mistake?

But there has to be some sort of
timetable that you can give me,

some other test
that I can take.

Allison, there is
no timetable for this.

Look, until we find
Beverly Barlowe and the brain

and the brain to brain
interface she used,

I'm afraid we're going
to be flying blind

as to what the long term
repercussions are.

Now, if you were
in my position

would you put G.D.
Back in your hands?

Boss.

Those ants picked
a hell of a day to go MIA.

You look might dapper
in that suit, boss.

Thanks, Andy, that's... Brings
out the blue in your eyes.

...a bit creepy of you.

And if I can also say,

you seem particularly
stressed today.

Would you like
to talk about it?

No, not...

All right, um, I'm stressed
because Allison's mad at me.

I'm stressed because I'm wearing
a tie that's strangling me.

And I'm stressed because we
can't find the one guy at G.D.

Who can tell us about
a bunch of insect bugs

that are running around
destroying everything...

Look out.

Who put a metal door
in the hallway?

Actually, it's a hatch
for the Astraeus.

And I'm guessing
they did.

Hi, guys!

Andy, they're not
building a hatch.

They're eating G.D.
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.

Now, we've evacuated the
areas with the most damage.

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

Recommendations?

I think we should
kill the mites.

And how do you suggest
we do that?

Well,
it's a Eurekafied bug,

so I'm hoping for
a Eurekafied fumigation.

Your hoping...

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, uh, 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.

Your cranes really
are duck like.

You can have
some of my paper, Holly.

I'm never gonna get
through all of 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.

Or they're testing
our ability to prioritize.

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.

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

You're not the dictator of
G.D. 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.

Whoa, whoa, talking
about the car wash, yeah

Dude, I just got that out of my head.

Yeah, yeah

Talkin' about
the car wash

Hmm. Hmm?

Very funny, people.

Hey, Larry. 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.

Is there any chance the control
panel's made of tungsten?

Just the
crucial bits.

Is there any way to talk to
the people in the iso-chamber?

No, the panel that
you don't see there

pretty much controls
everything.

Communications,
electricity, ventilation.

Okay, okay, 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 even
heard of level Q.

It's not a very
popular level.

Fair enough. Yeah, it can
be a pretty confusing place

if you don't have
a map in your head.

Which I do.

Lead the way.

Careful!

There was a railing
here before, right?

Uh, tungsten railing.

Unfortunately, it's the latest
snack for the construction mites.

Okay, this is
getting out of hand.

Yeah, I know. We're
trying to track them down.

You okay?

Not really, no.

Dr. Timmons has suggested an experimental
procedure to fix my condition.

Grace thinks it's too risky.

Well, you're a doctor.
What do you think?

Oh, I...

I don't think
I'm the one to ask.

Why not?

You know, Senator Wen
has me doubting myself.

I mean, I can't say
that I can blame her.

But I thought
I was back to normal.

I don't know.
Who can tell for sure?

Well, you're the only one
who can tell.

Evacuees from
the lower levels.

The construction mites
are wreaking havoc.

Yes, I heard.
Wish I could help.

When you're ready,
you'll know.

And I hope it's soon because
we really could use you.

Why do my cranes
look like ducks?

'Cause you can't
handle the pressure.

It's better you find out
here than on Titan. Hmm?

We found tools.

No flashlight though.

Must have been an oversight
on the part of the testers.

Or was it?

It looks like
a fried coupling.

I can bypass it
if one of you can...

Hmm.

Wow, you guys
are quite simpatico.

I have that with...
Myself.

Never scored high in
"Works well with others. "

Well, we're others.
And we're working.

If I still have
any influence,

I'm recommending you both
for the mission

with flying colors.

Yeah, well, thanks, but as
soon as we get out of here,

I'm going straight to Wen,
and if she doesn't

let me take the written test
again, I'm, uh, 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.

Look, Jo, you passed that test on
your own. You deserve to be here.

All right, now you're
just messing with me.

No, earlier I was
messing with you.

I've been messing
with everyone.

Great, right when I was
starting to trust you.

I'm so stupid.

Oh! But you
already knew that.

You're not stupid, Jo. You just
don't give yourself enough credit.

Okay, I'm probably blowing any
shot I have by telling you this,

but I think you
deserve this more than me.

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 that?

Because Wen
put me in here

to crank up everyone's
stress level.

I'm part of the test.

I knew it.

There seems to be
a directional pattern

to the assembelage
of Astraeus's parts.

Which direction?
Down.

All new constructions are occuring
at the lowest levels of G.D.

Why?

Most likely because the
framework of the isolation chamber

is the second-highest
concentration of tungsten in G.D.

If the mites
were to consume it,

the test candidates
would be crushed.

What was the first-highest
concentration?

That would be the support
bearings for all of G.D.

located underneath
the isolation chamber.

Ah. If the mites were to consume that...

Yeah, we all get crushed. I got it.

Yup.

I could have
carried you, boss.

You tell me that now?

This way.

Level Q.

Whew.

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

Sorry, boss.

Actually, I could use a
little help right now myself.

Oh, boy.

Okay, Senator Wen promised
to put my case up for review.

Well, 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 you all
prove yourselves.

Blah, blah, blah.
So clearly rehearsed.

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

Except they can't
hear any of this.

Okay? The power was supposed to go out.

But Jo's repair
should have restored it.

Guys, we really are
cut off from G.D.

It's all part of the test.

You did great, buddy.
You'll be fine.

Thanks.

Henry, those things were
like ants at an Andy picnic.

Yeah, well, something hit
this mite, that's for sure.

I mean, it's
no wonder that they

never got the order
to shut down.

The signal transducers
were reduced to dust.

Uh, a dusted signal transducer means...

Well, if there's no way to
override the initial mandate,

then the mites continue

consuming and
building indefinitely.

I think I know
what happened.

And I know where to
find our exterminator.

Whoa, whoa. Rats?

Termites?

Ferrets?

This is the third
test I've crashed

and the others
were vermin free.

Parrish, chair.

That will be no.

I am exempt from
extended periods of standing.

I have compromised
talofibular ligaments.

These are
hereditary conditions.

You've weak ankles?

At least I don't
have weak morals.

Unless you are exempt from
getting your ass kicked by a girl,

I suggest
you give me the chair.

Okay.

All shored up,
for now.

You people have the
attention span of toddlers.

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

This mission requires
unshakeable fortitude

and focus to...

Get it off,
get it off, get it off!

Holy cow,
it's still going.

What is that?

That would be
a construction mite.

Uh-oh, guys.

If my mites have eaten
their way clear down here,

they would have done some serious
damage to G.D. On the way down.

Then Carter will figure
out a way to help us.

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

And these chairs
won't hold much longer.

So we have
to get ourselves out.

Where's the manual
override in this tin can?

On the wall.

Outside that electronically sealed door.

So Dr. Fung
already damaged

their receivers
with his sound waves.

Yeah, but could
a bigger blast

zap the little creatures
out of commission?

Well, once I
isolate and match

their resonant
frequencies, but...

How long before the
iso-chamber collapses?

At their accelerated
rate of consumption

and the amount of tungsten
they've already consumed,

I'd say in about
30 minutes.

Okay, I can make it
happen in five, but...

Go.
No, stop.

Look, a pulse on that
wavelength intense enough

to reach the mites
from a distance would

scramble essential systems
all over G.D.

That's the but I was
starting to mention.

Look, the mites have all
gathered on the isolation chamber.

A localized pulse could
obliterate them all

if we could
get it down there.

But there's no guarantee that we
can reach the iso-chamber in time.

The mites have turned the entire
sublevel into a maze of ship walls.

Yes, and the level was hard
enough 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 that it was
hard enough on a good day.

You're feeling
that good?

Yes, and no one knows
G.D. Better than me.

Allison.
Jack, come on.

You gotta trust me.
I can get you there.

I know.

Last one.

Carwash

Talking about
the carwash, yeah

How's it coming?

Why did I have to make these things
damn near indestructible, huh?

Because you don't
do things half-assed.

Even when you're
being a complete ass.

So, why'd you
tell me the truth?

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

Besides, I can't
break out on my own.

You confessed
about my test score

before anything
went wrong.

Well, I guess I'm not
always a complete ass.

We

have power.

Okay,
now remember.

This is a one-time use
bug bomb with limited range.

To annihilate all the
mites, you're gonna have to

get right up close to the isolation
chamber before you push the button.

The sonic blast should
take care of business.

Should I cover my ears?

Well, it couldn't hurt.

Um, yeah. Yeah.

Just pass me
the laser cutty thing.

Okay.

Allison?

You, uh, got your ears on?

That's a 10-4.

'Cause we got a road block.

Just follow my lead.

Okay.

Here we go.

Yeah!

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

Oh, me, me.

I can manage eight inches, no problem.

It's gonna be
a bit tight.

Oh, I have
extremely limber joints.

Ooh...

Okay.

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

Got it.

Uh-oh.

You're stuck.

Is it too late to coat me
in something slippery?

Not even remotely.

Oh. Can you at least reach the override?

Oh.

Oh, oh, oh!

No dice.

Oh, ow, ow. Bones, those are my bones.

Ouch.

Holly, we'll get you
out of there. Don't worry.

Okay.

Yes!

One hundred cranes!

Guess who's going
to Titan, baby!

Jack, the fourth door
is the real one.

Copy that.

Jack, 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 much longer.

Oh, come on.

Almost there. Left turn
just ahead and then you're home free.

Holly. Sheriff Carter? Is that you?

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

Jack, are you okay?

Sheriff, are you okay?

I...

I am in deep ship.

Okay, we need a plan.
We can do this.

Holly, stay put. I'm
gonna need you in a sec.

I'm not going anywhere.

Zane, start chewing.
We're gonna need it sticky.

Jo, fasten these wires
together at the ends

while I score us

a magnet. Bam!

Parrish?

Time to cowboy up.

I see them.

Carter,
are we close?

Little more
to the right.

Got them!

Not a lot of time,
Jack. Let's move.

Right.

Half an inch
to your left, Jack.

Almost.

Almost.

You're close.

You got it!

Got it!
Got it.

Hey, Sheriff, let's blast
these things and go home.

Reeling it in, guys!

Easy.

Ready?

All clear,
everybody!

Yeah!

You can come on down here
and cut us out.

Okay, you got it.
Just give us an hour.

Thanks.

Oh, I really
have to pee now.

As part of your evaluation,

I have a few questions
to ask about

what happened
in the isolation chamber.

Couldn't have done it
without everybody.

Selflessly sacrificed
100 perfectly-formed cranes.

All pulled together.

Eye opening.

In spite of the relentless
presence of disco music.

So if it were up to you,

who from your group would you
most want with you on Titan?

Here's to the
interim director.

And to being
trusted again.

Yeah, about that.
Um...

Um, I may have been
a little overprotective.

But it was nice.

And I'm gonna miss
our movie marathon.

Well, I don't officially
start work until tomorrow.

Is there a Smokey and
the Bandit Part Four?

Stroker Ace!
Yes, there is!

That sounds perfect.

And then there was
a particularly traumatic

fifth-grade
dodge ball incident,

so teams have never
been my thing.

You know, if you want
something done right. Right?

Right.

But after seeing you
in the iso-chamber,

your commitment
to the work and the group...

Well, I do like
to lead by example.

Oh, and you did, you did.
Uh, it was very manly.

Strong ankles.

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

You make me want
to be a team player.

Manly, huh?

Yeah.

And you don't
scream like a girl.

I know, right?
He totally did that.

Grace, about the surgery.

You know what
gets me, Henry?

Is you still think
like a bachelor.

I mean, I am
the last person to stand

between you
and your dreams.

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

You're right.
I am?

Mmm.

Which part?
Both.

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 to do it.

You know, I'm not going to
go either. No, no, mmm-mmm.

You have to go.

Grace, we have to share
the risks and the rewards.

Now, if I can't be
with you on Titan,

I'll be right here in
mission control watching you

every second, until I can
bring you back home safely.

So go.

On one condition.

Marry me,
Henry Deacon.

Absolutely.

Mmm!

Um, we have an
announcement to make!

We are getting married!

Aren't you already married?

They're renewing
their vows!

Hey, how's it going,
Asterisk?

Well, Senator Wen
just left.

And she's recommending
a full pardon for me.

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... Eh, 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, and...

You jackass.

Seriously, Jo,

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.

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