04x16 - Of Mites and Men

[bunniefuu]

- Previously on eureka.

- Yeah, 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.

- 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 effort.

- Hmm.

S.a.r.a.h.:
ahem.

- Well, s.a.r.a.h. And I had a--
S.a.r.a.h. Did most--

I put the greens down.

- It's the presentation
that sells it.

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

- Uh, 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.

- 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.

- Thursday.

- No, today is wed--
- Thursday.

see?
Brain-jacked.

- I'm fine, really.

[chuckling]

- 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 gd 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.

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.

- Ms. 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!

- [Laughing]
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.

[chuckles]

- oh, I'm going to titan.
- Hmm?

- They just don't know it yet.

[tone rings]

- oh...

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
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.

- 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--

[high-pitched screech]

[glass shattering]

- aah!

- 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
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!

- 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.

- Silence!

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

Pdas, jewelry, clothing.

- Clothing?

- Mm-hmm.

Every last stitch.

Tick-tock, people.
Drop 'em.

- 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 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.

- Hm.

- 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.
Um, senator wen's orders.

Uh, I was told
about your...incident.

And, uh, I'm afraid
you're no-fly.

Now, uh, I'm about to start
a private consultation, 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
is a strong word.

[rumbling boom]

[high-pitched screech]

dr. Fung:
uh, I'm sorry, my bad again.

- I have to talk to him.
- 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.

- Aah!
- Whoa!

- Jack!

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
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.

- 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.

- [Laughing]
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 ten cranes
as good as our first?

- Arts and crafts.

- No doubt the lack of ab
crunches and dead lifts lifts

disappoints you,
number one.

- Don't call me that.

- But this is about
strength of mind.

As holly
so acutely observed.

- [Clears throat]

did I mention
you're being timed?

- 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.

- 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, but--

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.

- 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--

[rumbling]

- 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..
Taken, then?

- Hmm.

Unlikely.

Reinforced gd 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.

[chuckles]

oh, god.
I love my job.

- Okay, okay.

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

- A touch?

- Well, 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.

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.

- Aww! 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
programmed 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.
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.

- [Popping bubble gum]

- 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.

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

Interesting.

- Could this get
any more frustrating?

[abrupt loud disco music]

- * car wash

* working at the car wash

- enjoy the tunes,
number two.

I gotta go number one.

- So do i.

- * sing with a feelin',
y'all *

- * car wash!

- Senator wen?

- Thank you.

- With all due respect, I
believe 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 gd

who can tell us
about a bunch

of insect bugs
that are running around--

[grunts]

- look out.

- Oh!

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 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.

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
k*ll 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.

- * at the car wash

* working
at the car wash, yeah *

- 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.

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.

* whoa, whoa, talking
about the car wash, yeah *

- dude, I just
got that out of my head.

- * yeah, yeah

- * talkin' about
the car wash *

[humming]

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.

- Shh.

[metallic chittering]

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.

[alarm pulsing]

- 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.

- 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 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.

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.

- 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 was the
first highest concentration?

- That would be the support
bearings for all of gd.

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.

- Ho!

- 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 gd.

[rumbling]

- [screams]

- 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--

[metallic chittering]

- get it off,
get it off, get it off!

[screaming]

- 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 gd 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 gd.

- 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 sub level

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 it was
hard enough on a good day.

You're feeling that good?

- Yes, and no one knows
gd 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.

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

We...

Have power.

- Okay, now remember.

This is a one time use
bug b*mb 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?

- [Laughing]
well, it couldn't hurt.

- Just pass me
the laser cutty thing.

Okay.

Allison?
You got your ears on?

'cause we got a road block.

- Just follow my lead.

- Okay.

Here we go.

- 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.

- Okay.

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

- Got it.

Mmmm...gah!

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.

- Yes!

100 cranes!

Guess who's going
to titan, baby!

Ha, ha!

- 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?

- I'm coming!
I've got a bug b*mb!

- Jack, are you okay?

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.

- Carter, are we close?

- Little more
to the right.

Got 'em!

- 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!

- Now let's blast
these things and go home.

- Reeling it in, guys!

Easy.

Ready?

Bombs away.

[high-pitched screeching]

- aah!
- Aah!

- Aah!

[yelping]

- 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.

- 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, mm-mm.
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.

[both chuckling]

- absolutely.

Mwah!

Um, we have
an announcement to make.

We are getting married!

- Ahem. Aren't you
already married?

- They're renewing
their vows!

[all cheering]

champagne!

- Thank you.

[laughter]

- 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...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.