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Previously on Eureka.

Your criminal record disqualifies you from being in the Asturias 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.

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

Oh, a bunch of commandos abducted Joe. Coffee?

Sure.

Oh, you made me breakfast.

My finest ever.

No. Well, Sarah and I had a... Sarah did most... I put the greens down.

It's the presentation itself.

I'd like to think so.

So what are you doing today?

I have a meeting with Senator Wynn at GD, but I think I'll 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 brainjacked.

And I don't.

Don't. Oh, you don't. I mean, I love that you don't, but just not so much.

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

No, today is Wednesday.

Thursday.

See?

Brain jacked.

I'm fine, really.

TikTok, people.

TikTok.

No pressure.

up as straight as candidates.

Pencils down.

Easy on the stairs.

Jack. I'm doing right.

Sheriff.

Dr. Blake.

Good to see you up and about.

Enjoying your time off? 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 GD still needs to...

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.

Feel free to use the facility, Dallison.

Maybe take a day at the spa.

Sheriff, you're with me.

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 us.

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

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.

Yeah, I kind of wish that you were going.

Oh, I'm going to Titan.

They just don't know it yet.

Level Q?

Where the hell's that?

Morning, everyone.

Morning. Should I sit? Just stand there and look pretty.

You've all been doing yeoman's work on your straightest 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. I'm afraid you're going to have to accelerate things a bit, Dr.

Sanagustin. Okay, I can push our guys to finish things up.

Oh, excellent.

Where's Dr. Fong?

Oh, uh...

Sorry. Sorry, everybody. My bad.

I'm guessing that's him.

Yeah.

He's been having some issues with his interstellar communication system.

Well, 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 I'm the town sheriff, so I have sheriffy things to

That's politician speak, for you have to.

The paperwork's already done.

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

Finally.

What took you so long?

This level is amazing. I didn't even know GD 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.

Someone! Anyone!

Let us out!

There's no reception here, guys.

Congratulations, Astraea's 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, and test

our mettle at every turn. Where the strong survive, and the weak get

like yesterday's trash.

Silence!

Please place all of your belongings into the chute.

PDAs, jewelry, clothing.

Clothing?

Mm -hmm.

Every last stitch.

Tick -tock, people.

Drop them.

Get naked? Here? In front of everyone?

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'm 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?

Dean.

Don't let me stop you.

Ladies.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

Allison Blake, this is my desk. Oh.

Of course, Dr. Blake.

I'm Mark Timmons.

I read your book on space medicine. Great, great stuff.

Thank you. I take it Senator Wynn brought you in.

When she calls, I heed.

This place is so much cooler than the Mayo Clinic.

I'd known you were coming out of cleaned up a bit.

Well, that's fine if you can just fill me in on everything that I missed.

Senator Wynn'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 are

you

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

Tell me that you were not wearing that before. No, Senator went and asked me to

fill in for Joe while she was doing some dress 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 is a strong word.

My bad again.

I'm going to have to talk to him.

You know what? I can't even believe that you're taking Wynn's side.

I'm not taking any sides, but you were fuzzy about what day it was. Because of

the monotony of one day blending into the next.

Spending quality time with me is monotonous. You know what I really

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

care of you.

You said something about taking care of me.

Zane, what are you doing here?

Testing my mettle.

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

Yeah, unless I ram my worth down their throats.

Zane's presence paints 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.

Yeah, and now they're getting slimmer with you here. The resources are meant

four people.

We should treat him as a stowaway.

Restrain him.

And put them 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.

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 ten cranes as good as our first?

Art and craft.

No doubt the lack of ab crunches and deadlifts 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, it can't just be gone.

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

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 other guy, he shot a glass and went off this

morning, so... Well, 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

with very little recovery time.

What do you say we patch you up and send you to 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.

Henry, we need to talk.

Yeah,

I guess we need to talk.

Yeah.

Yes, I could have disintegrated the elevator using the right or wrong

but I didn't. Really?

Because we heard a pretty nasty -sounding sonic boom right before the

went bye -bye.

You do realize I'm actualizing a real -time interplanetary communications

network?

Well, 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...

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

ASAP. It's not my department. Hey, guys, another lab and a chunk of the

cafeteria just collapsed. Andy, any ideas?

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

Right. 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?

Hmm.

Unlikely. Reinforced TD tungsten is awfully tough to cut through, though

are tiny serrations along the remaining debris.

Okay. Well, the missing elevator was made of tungsten.

A pattern.

Yeah, if it was taken, what would someone do with it?

All kinds of useful things. They could make support beams, the Astrea

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

danger, I'd be all for it. But your heart works perfectly fine here on

Great. This was your idea.

It's experimental heart surgery, Henry. It is too risky.

It's my risk.

Is it now?

Bath is 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.

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.

Gotta be a... Here we go.

Seriously?

My bad.

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 micropolymer paint job.

You said you're going to have to push your guts hard to finish it. Maybe I

should talk to them.

Well, 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 that are programmed to consume tungsten and infuse the raw

material layer by layer using laser sintering.

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

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 cranked 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.

Hmm.

They should be there.

You're going to...

Phil looked like you were going to... Look, I designed the spacecraft.

I didn't program the lights. Why don't you talk to the man who did? A bright

kid. Zane Donovan.

Got that.

Can you stop doing that?

Help me concentrate.

Well, if you didn't bring enough for everyone... For you, Miss 92?

Anything. How did you know my score?

On a 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 Wynn?

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?

A 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

normal? Or do you just need to be?

Boss, you seem particularly stressed today.

Would you like to talk about it?

No, no, no.

I'm stressed because Allison's mad at me. I'm stressed because I'm wearing a

that's strangling me. And I'm stressed because we can't find the one guy at GED

who can tell us about a bunch of insect bugs that are running around and start

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.

You're eating GED and building a whole ship.

Senator Wen, we have a bug problem.

I just heard about the missing lights from Dr. Van Agustin.

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.

Actually, the construction mites are pretty darn scrappy. They're designed to

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

cold, gases, electromagnetic pulses.

Indestructible bug. 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 this. 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 going to get through all this.

Power outage.

Why not have that happen? They're testing our ability to adapt and

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

Oh, that's just me.

Bummer. They're testing our group dynamic.

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 shorty.

You're not the dictator of GED anymore, Number Two.

No one's going to follow you down here.

I will.

Me too.

What?

I'm not going to let this yabu pass me up.

Whoa, whoa, talking about the car wash. Dude, I just got that out of my head.

Yeah, yeah.

Talking about the car wash.

Very funny people.

Hey, Larry, can you pass me through Zane in... That's not supposed to be there.

I was just gone for a second.

Wait.

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

That is so meta.

Shh.

I know that sound.

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

Just the crucial bits.

Is there anybody to talk to the people in the Isochamber?

No. The panel that you don't see there pretty much controls everything.

Communications, electricity, ventilation. Okay, okay, okay. Is there

get them out manually?

Sure.

But you have to go down to the Isochamber on level Q.

I haven't heard of level Q. It's not a very popular level.

Oh, 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.

A fried coupling. I can buy positive one of you, Ken.

Wow.

You guys are quite simpatico.

I have that with myself.

Never scored high and works well with others.

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

And if I still have any influence, I'm recommending you both for the mission.

You're flying colors.

Yeah, well, thanks, but as soon as we get out of here, I'm going straight to

Wynne, and if she doesn't let me take the written test again, I'm, uh,

withdrawing.

Joe 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. Joe and I'll get the power back on it.

Look, Joe, 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.

Okay, right when I was starting to trust you.

That's 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 Gwen put me in here to crank up everyone's stress level.

I'm part of the test.

I knew it.

The framework of the isolation chamber is the second highest concentration of

tungsten in GD. If the mites were to consume it, the test candidates would be

crushed. What's the first highest concentration?

That would be the support bearings for all of GD located underneath the

isolation chamber. If the mites were to consume that... Yeah, we all get

crushed. I got it. Yep.

Level count.

I suppose you're strong enough to break this.

Sorry, boss.

Actually, uh...

I could use a little help right now myself.

Oh!

Oh, boy.

Case Senator Wynn promised to put my case up for review.

Well, congratulations.

You did a bang -up job betraying your friend.

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,

Joe's repair should have restored it.

Guys, we really are cut off from GD.

It's all part of the test.

You did great, buddy.

You'll be fine.

Thanks.

All right.

Those things were like ants at a man -made picnic.

Yeah, well, something hit this mic, 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.

And dusted signal transducer means? Well, if there's no way to override the

initial mandate, then the mites continue consuming and building indefinitely.

I know what happened.

And I know where to find our exterminator.

Sort it up for now.

You people have the attention span of toddlers.

Are you going to panic at every little distraction that happens on Titan?

This mission requires unshakable fortitude and focused...

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 GD on their 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 the sound wave. Could a bigger

zap the little creatures out of commission?

Once I isolate and match their resonant frequencies.

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. Go. No, stop.

A pulse on that wavelength, intense enough to reach the mites from a

would scramble essential systems all over GD.

That's the butt 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 isochamber in time.

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

Yes, and the level is hard enough to navigate on a good day. But I can guide

someone using the thermal imaging.

I'll be the dog 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.

Why don't 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, uh, why'd you tell me the truth?

It was either come clean about being a mole or dying 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 going to have to get right up close to the

isolation chamber before you push the button.

Sonic Blast should take care of business.

Should I cover my ears?

Well, it couldn't hurt.

Just pass me the laser -cutty thing.

Allison?

Got your ears on?

We got a roadblock.

Just follow my lead.

Okay.

Here we go.

Eight inches. We'll never make

it. Oh, me. Me.

I can manage eight inches, no problem.

That's going to be a bit tight. I have extremely limber joints.

Okay.

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

Got it.

Uh -oh.

You're stuck.

too late to coat me in something slippery?

Not even remotely.

Can you at least reach the override?

Oh.

Ow, ow, ow.

No dice.

Oh, ow, ow, bones. Those are my bones. Ow.

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.

Holly? Sheriff Carter?

Is that you?

I'm coming!

I've got to get back!

Jack, are you okay?

Sheriff,

are you okay?

We can do this.

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

I'm not going anywhere.

Zane, start chewing. We're going to need it sticky.

Joe, fasten these wires together at the end while I score us a magnet.

Bam!

Parrish, time to cowboy up.

Happen as she left, Jack.

Almost.

Almost.

You're close.

You got it!

Got it! Got it! Okay, Sheriff, let's blast these things and go home.

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. I may have been a little

overprotective.

There was not.

And then there was a particularly traumatic fifth grade dodgeball

teams have never been my thing.

But after seeing you in the ISO chamber, your commitment to the work and the

group. Well, you know, I do like to lead by example.

Oh, and you did. You did. It was very manly.

What I'm trying to say is that you make me want to be a team player.

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. You have to go.

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.

An announcement to make. We.

Senator Wen just left, and she's recommending a full pardon for me so

eligible for Astraeus.

I thought so.

Thing is, I don't know if I really want to go.

What?

Space.

Done it.

You have got to be kidding me. I'd threaten those guys with triple tire

if they didn't recommend you to Wen and... Jackass.

Seriously, Joe, 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.