All language subtitles for Eureka S4 E16

Carter: 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?

Beverly: The bbi interface
with Allison

becomes less stable
the longer I use it.

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

Bevedy?

Beverly doesn't
live here anymore.

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.

Sarah: Ahem. 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.

Butjust 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.

Larry: 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.

Senator wen: Sheriff.

Dr. Blake.

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.

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.

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.

Okay.

Quick, quick, like a bandage.

It'll hurt less.

Ipassed.

Ipassed!

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.

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.

Oh, I'm going to titan. Hmm?

They just don't know it yet.

On. On.

Level q?

Where the hell's that?

Senator wen: 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.

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.

Where's Dr. Fung?

Oh, uh...

Dr. Fung: 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.

Finally.

What took you solong?

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.

Fargo: Someone, anyone!
Let us out!

Yeah, there's
no reception here, guys.

Larry: 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.

Silence!

Please place all of your
belongings into the chute.

Pdas, jewelry, clothing.

Clothing?

Mmm-hmm.

Every last stitch.

Tick—tock, people. Drop 'em.

Get naked? Here?

In front of everyone?

Test uniforms will be provided.

Holly: 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.

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, I'm afraid
you're no—fly.

Now, uh, I'm about to start
a private consuhafion, so_.

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.

Apparently, everyone
thinks that my brain is broken.

Well, not everyone.

Well, what do you think?

I think broken's a strong word.

Dr. Fung: 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.

Larry: You're not even
qualified for the mission.

Yeah, 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.

Fargo: 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.

All right.
First test, candidates.

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

Oh, seriously.

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?

Holly: Excuse me. Excuse me.

Allison: Well,
it can't just be gone.

Andy: 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...

Vveh, 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 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?"

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.

Dr. Fung: 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.

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...

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.

Larry: 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.

It's experimental
heart surgery, Henry.

It is too risky.

It's my risk.

Oh, is it now?

Huh.

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.

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.

Andy: Whoa. Very impressive.

Dr. Sanagustin: 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.

Carter: Where are the mites now?

Well, when they
complete the task,

they go into
storage automatically.

Huh. 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.

Well, 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.

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

Interesting.

Could this get
any more frustrating?

Larry: 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?

Boss, 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.

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. Eafing.

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 cohapse.

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, 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.

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.

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.

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 o.

I've never even
heard of level o.

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.

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 isfihhave anyinfluence,

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.

Zane: Jo Lupo, quitter.

Didn't see that coming.

No, ijustwouldn'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.

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.

Parrish: I knew it.

Andy: 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.

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.

On, 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.

Zane: 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.

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!

Holly: Holy cow,
it's still going.

Jo: 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.

Fargo: 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?

Vveh, oncel isolate and match

their resonant
frequencies, but...

How long before the
iso-chamber cohapses?

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.

Wen: 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.

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.

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

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?

'Cause we got a road block.

Allison: 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 iimberjoints.

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!

No dice.

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

Ouch.

Parrish: Yes!

One hundred cranes!

Guess who's going
to titan, baby!

Ha, ha!

Allison: 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.

Allison: 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?

Fargo: Sheriff, are you okay?

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.

Fargo: Carter, are we close?

Little more to the right.

Got them!

Allison: 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! Fargo: Got it.

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

Reeling it in, guys!

Easy.

Ready?

Carter: All clear, everybody!

All: 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.

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 then 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...

Well, I do like
to lead by example.

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

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, 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.

Now, if! 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.

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! Stay in Eureka,

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

It'll be because I want to be.