Announcer:
previously on eureka...
- Our relationship
has been red-flagged.
The d.o.d. Has sent
a relationship auditor
to assess us.
- Your personal feelings
are bound to get in the way.
Your relationship
has not been approved.
- Our budding urges
are interfering
with our professional ambitions.
We should just have sex.
- I really want to get
to know you first.
- Senator wen's recommending
a full pardon for me,
so I'll be eligible
for astraeus.
- I hate this.
- Me, too.
- It's like they're
taunting us.
- I know.
- Hey, kids.
More vinspresso?
Both: definitely!
- Uh, on second thought,
i'm cutting you off.
- Why can't they schedule
individual times
for our final interviews?
- Because senator wen
is sadistic.
- Hmm.
- We don't even know how long
the interviews will last.
Or what kinds of questions
they'll ask.
- Me, in a room talking.
Oh, this can't end well.
I am not exactly a sharer.
- Well, I wouldn't say that.
You--well--
- We've passed the stress test,
and the physicals.
We've proven we can handle
the mission.
What more could they
want to know?
[phone buzzes]
- looks like I'm
about to find out.
- As you know, Mr. Donovan,
our goal
for this selection process
has been to find
the best of the best in eureka.
We've narrowed it down
to the most qualified,
so now we're just looking
for the x factor.
- And you're gonna find it
by digging around in my brain.
- Resumes and i.q.s only paint
part of the picture.
We want to know
what drives you.
What makes you want this
more than the others.
We want to know...
you.
- I've beaten
lie detectors before.
- The bio-cortex recorder is not
a lie detector, Mr. Donovan.
It simply creates a visual
representation of your memories.
Without all the filters that
we place on ourselves.
- I have nothing to hide.
What do you want to know?
- [Clears throat]
hey there,
stranger.
- Stranger?
We had dinner last night.
- Yeah, we didn't
have breakfast,
which is arguably
the most important meal
of the day.
- Will you--
You have to be really careful.
- Wha--oh--my--
Why, because the
relationship auditor told us
we were gonna break up?
We're not breaking up.
Screw the d.o.d.
- They're sending a supervisor
today to hear our appeal.
They could be here any minute.
- Today.
- Today.
[laughing]
- like I said,
lots of smart people
at the d.o.d.
Nice,
attractive bunch.
Just--
- That's really subtle.
- Thanks, I'm trying.
Where are we going?
- Well, we're only six weeks out
for the launch,
so we're putting astraeus
through the ringer,
running system tests
on everything.
- We're doing
a full diagnostic work up.
First up is the
electro-magnetic shielding.
It was designed to withstand
the atmospheric conditions
and the extreme
surface temperatures on titan.
Not to mention,
every type
of ionizing radiation.
- It's not like you're gonna
fire a warhead at it
to see if it works,
are you?
- Unfortunately no,
not today.
Today we're just gonna
turn it on.
Hit it!
[shield engages]
- oh. Wow.
Henry that--that's actually
kind of impressive.
- Great work, henry.
- Thank you.
- Pretty!
Looks like, uh,
lightning.
- Dr. Hughes,
what are you doing here?
- And a very good morning
to you, too, Dr. Blake.
Fellow named larry
pointed me this way.
I've come to consider
your appeal of my ruling.
- I thought the d.o.d.
Was sending a supervisor.
- They did.
Seems the folks over there
saw fit to promote me.
- [Gulps]
to be your own supervisor?
On--on a case you worked on
two weeks ago?
- I know.
It's amazing.
Aren't you gonna
congratulate me?
Whenever you're ready.
- Does no one see
a conflict of interest here?
- I'm trained
to be unbiased.
- Of course you are.
Does it hurt?
- Of course not.
The bio-cortex recorder
is completely non-invasive.
It simply records memories
from the events of your past,
and downloads them to
this little drive here.
- Uh--well,
what if there's, uh,
a part of our history that,
uh, we don't want to share?
- It's based on the same
technology they're using
for the astraeus interviews.
They tap into
our hippocampus,
it--it will only record
the things
that you're
willing to share.
So think of those.
- No, see--you see,
I've seen this before.
And then the stay puft
marshmallow man
came--
[growls]
come down the street,
i--no.
- Well, we can always
cancel the session,
and, uh,
let my original ruling stand.
- I--
[stutters]
i--
let's continue.
- So you two claim
to work well together
despite your
personal relationship.
- Well, we do work well
together.
I mean, I could think of
hundreds of, uh--
[chimes]
- excellent!
I think we have
what we need.
- Oh.
- That's it?
- Well,
what were you expecting,
the spanish inquisition?
[chuckles]
- nobody expects
the spanish inquisition. But--
There you go.
- Okay.
oh!
- Yee-ow!
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, yeah,
it's nothing.
- Sorry about
the... Bio...thingy.
- So...
I'll be in touch
when I've had a chance
to review these recordings.
But I wouldn't hold my breath
if I were you.
Your original case manager
was an excellent
judge of character.
- Great.
- So, Mr. Donovan...
What we really
want to know is,
why space?
What, or who,
inspired you to pursue it?
- There weren't a lot of people
I looked up to when I was a kid.
So I looked
for inspiration elsewhere.
[school bell rings]
- pencils down.
now,
Before you disperse,
don't forget
that next week
is "bring your dad
to school" day.
The follow-up
to our wildly successful
"bring your mom
to school" day.
Have a good weekend.
Mr. Donovan.
I'm looking forward
to finally seeing your dad
in person.
- You and me, both.
[thunder in distance]
- my dad wasn't
what you'd call reliable.
- Perfect.
- So I learned
to rely on myself.
[computer beeps]
my dad really wanted
to be here.
But he sent some pretty cool
photos from discovery.
And he's
the mission commander.
So that means he's in charge
of a lot of important stuff.
The bad thing about having
an astronaut for a dad
is that he's gone a lot.
But...
It's kind of cool, knowing
he's out there somewhere.
And hopefully,
he'll be coming home soon.
[applause]
[hushed]
- yes?
Zane.
[exhales]
- so you hacked into n.a.s.a.'s
mainframe
in the fifth grade?
- I created
a false identity.
I photoshopped his picture
into the images.
I should've gotten
an "a."
- Uh, you should've
been expelled.
- I was, actually.
- So why an astronaut?
Why not make him a spy?
or--
Or a pro athlete?
- Yeah,
that's what I wanted to be.
And still do.
- And yet,
you tell us this story
of your first felony.
i--
[exhales]
how is that
supposed to convince us?
- Because you need me.
When the pressure's on,
I know how to improvise.
I've been doing it
my entire life.
- We're assembling
the best team of 20,
out of 100s of applicants.
You're a loner,
mr. Donovan.
You said so yourself.
You never depended on anyone,
your entire life.
By definition,
you're not a team player.
- Then cut me.
If I haven't proven myself
by now, I never will.
But I'm done jumping
through hoops.
You all have yourself
a good day.
- [Sighs]
- so should I just ship
your stuff back to you,
or you want to come over
and pick it up?
- Stop it.
- How about s.a.r.a.h.?
Should we do
a custody agreement,
something official--
[laughs]
- it's not funny.
- It's a little funny.
[laughs]
[alarm sounds]
the lunch bell.
- Emergency evacuation.
All personnel clear
hangar bay floor.
Repear,
clear hangar bay floor.
- What's going on?
- Main engine test.
I mean,
they powered up just fine,
but now they won't accept
our command to shut down.
Thrusters are
about to engage!
And we are locked out
of the controls.
- The mooring clamps
are failing.
- What--what happens if the
thrusters engage inside?
- The ship will tear a hole
right through g.d.
[alarm sounds]
- I've gone through
the emergency checklist,
and we're still locked out.
So I'm going to bypass
the control panel,
and access
the secondary systems.
- Well--
It's an engine.
Can we just cut
the fuel supply?
- Astraeus' engines
generate thrust
using self-sustaining
magnetic fields
to accelerate the ions.
- No fuel.
- Right, thank you!
- But...
If I flood
the engine compartment
with xenon gas, it should
accelerate the ions so quickly,
that they
overwhelm the field.
- That's--
That's what I was gonna say.
- The mooring clasps are
about to break loose,
we're out of time!
- No, no, no, no, no, I see.
It--it's working.
It's working.
The magnetic field's overloaded
and cut off the engine,
and it's powering down.
Well--
Well the good news is,
uh,
you know the engines work.
- You think?
- Ha.
- Except I'm still not
getting any readings
for automation error.
- Well,
what caused it?
- I am so bummed we missed
the thruster test.
I mean,
who doesn't love thrust?
- Yeah, well,
probably for the best.
Me and engine tests are kind of
like cesium and water.
- expl*sive?
- Big time.
- Hm.
- Hey--you know,
maybe we should do some more
practice questions.
I mean, you can never be
too prepared.
- No, doug,
we went on this run
to take our minds off
the interview.
- An excellent idea.
Best not to focus
on the many,
many ways
that you could choke.
- Well, may the best man
blah, blah, blah.
- Oh.
Now I'm really stressed.
And kind of homicidal.
- Isaac is just trying
to psych us out.
We will do something else
to relax.
Although, there's kind of
not much left.
Yoga didn't work,
meditation didn't work.
We tried everything.
- W--well--
Not...everything.
- Oh?
oh.
[both laugh]
- you know,
when you first came to eureka,
I never thought
we'd end up like this.
I mean,
I did f.t.l. You into the woods.
- I've had worse
first dates.
- This is great.
- Best idea ever.
You still stressed?
- Not even a little.
- That's 'cause you're
kicking my wizard's ass.
Or at least, you were.
Let's see how
your orc king feels about
a little fountain of flame.
In your face!
[gasps]
critical hit!
Boo-ya!
- Oh! Harsh.
Well,
I still forgive you.
- Oh, really?
- Mm-hmm.
- Mm.
- Mm.
- Mmm.
[buzzing]
[gasps]
- is that yours?
- It's for you.
Your phone.
- Oh. Oh!
My interview!
Oh! My phone,
where is it?
I'm not ready, I don't even know
what I'm saying.
- Doug,
just be yourself.
Wait.
For luck.
I'll leave the game here.
For later.
[scanner engages]
- hey.
You find anything yet?
- The hull...
Looks clean.
- Huh. Wait.
What's that?
- Looks like
a piece of metal
jammed into the electron
recombination grid.
- Wow.
- What?
I've been studying.
- So uh,
what do you think?
Maybe somebody got cut
from the astraeus project,
and they're
feeling jilted?
You think it's
an ex-candidate?
- Well...
The ship didn't do that
to itself.
Dr. Ward.
- [Gasps]
excellent. You found my missing
photovoltaic capacitor.
- Well,
not so excellent.
It was rammed up the backside
of the astraeus.
- Ouch.
- Here. Take a look.
- Oh,
they nicked it!
Look at that.
Totally useless
to me now.
- Yeah, uh,
any idea who could've gotten
their hands on this?
- Anyone. Everyone.
As you can see,
there's plenty of
foot traffic around here.
Well,
if you'll excuse me,
a new photovoltaic capacitor
won't build itself.
- Any other brilliant ideas?
- Which side of this thing
was stuck in the astraeus?
Okay, then how does
the other side get nicked?
- Well,
it could have been fired
by some kind of
projectile w*apon.
- That makes sense.
I mean,
it's up pretty high,
and someone would've seen
our guy if he used a ladder.
- And if we find our w*apon...
- We find our sh**t.
- Mm.
- I'll measure the groove
on this thing,
see if I can pinpoint
what fired it.
- Okay.
Maize kernels?
- Prepare object for
chemical decontamination.
- No!
No, person!
Person!
Abort!
Abort!
That's not so bad.
- Stage two.
- St--t--no!
[screams]
- my--
Face is on fire.
- And you're lucky it was
a mild chemical burn.
[exhales]
- all better?
- Yeah.
Yeah, oh. I think
you may have missed a spot.
- Okay.
- So--
- I think we're in
enough trouble as it is.
- Come on. You can't blame me
for trying, though.
- Hey, do you think
there's a connection
between the ship's sabotage
and your decontamination?
- Well--
Yeah.
Yeah, I mean,
if you think about it,
both incidents in--
In--uh,
no.
no--no I--
No idea.
- [Laughs]
- weird, though,
that, uh,
there'd be a trail of
maize kernels.
- Weirder than what,
dried cranberries?
- No--not...
Weirder. Um--
More like deja vu.
- Of all the candidates,
why should we pick you?
Why do you want this?
- The--it's what I've dreamed of
since I was a kid.
I mean, everything I've done
has been towards this goal.
- And...yet,
you have quite a history
of making, shall we say,
questionable choices.
The most recent includes
worm holing Dr. Marten.
- What--i--
No, no, no.
I swear,
we've only just kissed.
- The f.t.l. Incident,
dr. Fargo.
[clears throat]
so why should we think
your decision-making skills
on this mission
should be any different?
- All right!
Awesome possums,
radical raccoons,
give me some love, give me
some love, give me some love.
hey!
Hey, guys.
How's everybody doing?
All right.
All right,
rocketeers,
24 hours 'til our
annual engine contest, and...
Weenie roast.
[cheers]
yeah!
All right, okay.
The team with
the best test burn
is gonna take home the prized
golden rocket trophy.
My question for you is,
can anyone dethrone
the four-year reign of...
The awesome possums?
- Yeah!
[they cheer]
- I'm not sure.
I'm not sure.
But we're all gonna
find out tomorrow!
All right, who's ready
to build some rockets?
[cheers]
huh? Yeah!
Let's go,
come on!
[coughs]
- this engine's
gonna burn too hot.
- We need that power,
if we're gonna stand a chance
of kicking possum butt.
- But it's not safe.
The whole thing could ignite.
- Shh.
Don't look now,
but the awesome possums
are headed this way.
- Oh, look.
It's the radical rejects.
And little douglas.
You do realize this engine's
supposed to power a rocket.
This thing won't even make it
off the ground.
- Oh, our rocket's going up.
Right up your b--
- Big talk...
From such a little boy.
- [Blows whistle]
hey, whoa!
Fellas, fellas, come on.
Listen,
we work in the spirit
of scientific discovery.
We leave the egos at home.
Okay?
All right,
everybody?
[claps]
back to work.
Building rockets.
All right!
- Later, losers.
- I really hate that kid.
- What is it
we study here?
All: the way of
thermal propulsion, sir!
- And what is that way?
All: thrust first!
Thrust hard!
No mercy, sir!
[sighs]
- we're toast.
- Guys,
I have an idea.
- It's over, fargo.
There's no way we can win.
- Yes, we can.
The excess heat
from the engine
can be the additional power
we need.
We'll turn those possums
into roadkill.
- And first up,
our returning champions,
four times in a row,
the awesome possums.
[applause]
all right, possums,
you ready to show us
what you got?
All: yeah.
- Okay, in five...
Four, three,
two, one,
burn!
[cheers and laughs]
he-ey!
Great job,
awesome possums!
A perfect burn.
I guess we shouldn't
be surprised.
All right!
- All right!
- This better work,
fargo.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
next up,
the radical raccoons.
[applause]
- all right,
here we go.
In five,
four, three,
two, one,
burn!
[exhales]
uh--
uh--b--b--burn!
[laughter]
- how does defeat taste,
losers?
- Is it working?
- Press the button.
- I--
- Ho!
All: whoa!
- Oh!
- Oh! Whoa!
- Huh!
- God, wow!
- Whoo!
- Tent's on fire!
[blowing whistle]
tent's on fire
all: wow! Whoa!
- Our trophies!
- Oh, man. Shut it down.
Shut it down. Shut it down.
- I can't!
All right!
- Fire extinguisher! We need
a fire extinguisher!
[whistles]
[shouting]
- I told you
it would overheat!
Fargo,
why don't you listen?
- Oh! Oh!
Oh, the humanity!
[bellows]
ladies and gentlemen,
it is my great pleasure
to present this trophy
for first place,
for tenth annual galaxy camp
rocket engine competition,
to our winners,
the awesome possums.
- Yeah!
[cheers]
- very exciting,
everybody is great.
There is no second place,
you just don't get a trophy.
- I guess
my temperature calculations
were a smidge off.
- You think?
Let's bail.
- Ah.
[chuckles]
you put on one heck of a show,
mr. Fargo.
- I was testing
my new thermo couple design.
- It's very impressive.
- Don't you get it?
I blew it.
Maybe...
[laughing]
but it was awesome.
[laughs]
i'm gonna keep this.
I want to show your design
to the g*ng back at j.p.l.
Take my card.
Get your parents
to give me a call sometime.
- Okay.
- I see big things for you.
- The thermal couples
that overloaded
led to a new design,
which now generates power
for the r.t.g.s aboard
the cassini spacecraft.
Uh--if I've learned anything
over the years,
it's that being bold
and being innovative
go hand-in-hand.
So...would I make the same
questionable choices,
during the astraeus mission?
I'm gonna try, senator.
- Thank you for your time,
dr. Fargo.
By the way,
what ever happened
to your rival?
The awesomest possum.
- Five years in a row,
ladies and gentlemen.
You know it's been
a great camp for--
- Five years in a row,
it is a possum dynasty.
Despite the insufficient
intellect of my teammates,
I found a way to win!
- It's been a fantastic camp
for everybody.
You guys were great,
they were just
a little greater.
All right.
I'll see you all again
next year. Yeah.
- And that...
Is how I led the possums
to an unprecedented
fifth straight victory.
- Very impressive,
dr. Parrish.
Thank you for sharing.
- It was entirely
my pleasure.
- We'll be in touch.
- Ah! Yes.
Yes, you will.
- How'd it go,
isaac?
- Please.
I slayed them.
- Dr. Marten.
We're ready for you.
- Uh, thank you,
senator.
This is it.
Wish me luck.
- You'll do great.
Just--
- Just relax.
Imagine them
in their underwear.
I find
that's always ;helpful.
And...you could always
come and see me,
if you're still tense
after your interview.
- No worries.
Doug and I already
took care of that.
- She slayed me.
- You played
d & d together?
- She told me she wasn't
into role-playing.
- Hey, carter.
- Yeah.
- Hey.
- Hey!
- I heard about your
chemical bath. You okay?
- Oh. Yeah--
A little itchy,
but I'm all right.
Is--is--
That our w*apon?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You see how they--
The gash lines up at the--
The bow's release mechanism.
- Yeah.
Yeah, it's--i--
um,
So our, uh,
rod's an arrow?
- At some point we're gonna
stop calling it a rod, right?
- Oh,
where's the fun in that?
- [Sighs]
- oh!
- Oh, god.
Because today couldn't get
any weirder, huh?
- Dr. Parrish walked away.
Then I felt this burning pain
in my neck.
And I was on the ground.
I don't remember anything
after that.
- You didn't see anyone?
- I don't know who did this,
but they were smooth.
I never saw them coming.
- What would they want
with his uniform?
[phone ringing]
- I--no idea.
- My interview.
I'm next. Um--
- Oh, yeah. Go on.
Go on. I--I got this.
- Are you--are you sure?
- Yeah, I got this.
- Okay.
- Thanks, man.
- And that was the second
planetary nebula I discovered.
Then I turned 11.
- Uh, Dr. Marten,
thank you for sharing
your lengthy history--
- Oh! Oh!
And there was this one time at
space camp--
I went to the real one,
but there was another one
called "galaxy camp"
that got shut down for
safety violations.
Anyway, I configured the lights
to turn on at night
every hour and a half
since astronauts have to learn
how to sleep with the sunrise
every 90 minutes during
real missions.
[laughs]
that did not go over
with my roommates
as well as you might think.
- I--I think I speak
for everyone when I say that,
uh, we really don't
need to hear any more.
- Oh, but--
- No.
We really don't.
- I tried to stop.
Honest.
[laughs sheepishly]
- sorry, sir, I wish
I could've been more help.
- You were great.
Thanks.
hey!
Henry, whatcha got?
- Well, I finished my analysis
on the decontamination chamber,
and it was set
for auto-decon
as soon as
someone stepped inside.
- Yeah, but anyone could've
followed that trail.
I mean, who sets a trap without
a specific target in mind?
That doesn't make sense.
- It makes as much sense as
sh**ting an arrow into astraeus
or attacking a guard
for his uniform.
- Yeah, I--
Well, unless they needed it
to get access
to something.
- Or someone.
- All right, larry,
don't hover.
If you want something,
just ask.
- I want your hand.
- W--warren?
I thought you left--
What are you wearing?
- Come on.
We have to hurry.
- Why?
What is going on?
- Here.
You're gonna need this.
- All right. Dr. Hughes,
are you on some medication?
- Shh.
It's almost time.
- Okay.
Time for what?
- We're gonna disappear.
But it'll be okay.
Just...for luck.
- Okay, what the hell
are you doing?
- You know,
I've seen all this before.
When I was, uh,
at harvard,
I lured an invisible cat
into a shower,
using maize kernels.
[cat meows]
- yeah, but you didn't
lure yourself into
the decontamination chamber.
- No, but--
But, uh...
The arrow.
um,
When you turned on the, uh,
the astraeus shield,
it looked like lightning,
that sounds familiar.
- Oh yeah, fargo's, uh, runaway
positronic lightning array.
You had to, uh, sh**t an arrow
into the dump coil to ground it.
- Exactly,
everything that's happening now,
has happened before, but...
To me.
- So you think this is
a copy-cat.
- No, only a handful of people
knew about fargo's experiment.
And zoe's the only one who knew
about the invisible cat.
And the--
The uniform I stole
63 years ago
in another timeline, so--
- So maybe it's
somebody you told.
Or, somebody's
reading your mind?
- Warren.
We've gotta talk
to warren.
- We're running out of time!
- For what?
- I don't know.
We have to go somewhere.
It's important.
- Okay, warren,
dr. Hughes, listen,
there is something
very wrong with you, okay?
But I am gonna
take care of you,
just let me get you
to the infirmary.
- I know what's happening!
These are mind games.
You're not allison.
You're her!
Beverly!
- Listen to me, we need
to get you to the infirmary.
Okay?
Come on.
- Be gone, demon!
[winces]
- listen, jack, her--
Her injuries. I tried--
I'm sorry.
[grunts]
oh! Allison!
no!
no!
Allison. Allison.
Allison,
no!
I am going to k*ll
whoever did this to you!
- Allie,
can you hear me?
hi.
You okay?
- I'm fine.
- Careful, careful.
- Warren!
- Don't--
- He--he took off.
We don't know
where he went.
- Oh, my god.
- Slow. Slow. Slow. Slow.
- What happened?
- Well--i--um,
he's acting out our memories.
Well, mine, anyway.
He got, uh, zapped.
- When he touched
your neural interface.
- Well--that's when we
assume it happened.
Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy.
- So the--the--
The surge must have
transferred the recordings
over to him somehow.
- And now,
he thinks he's me.
- Well,
more like a--an avatar,
like a character in
a videogame of your life.
- And he's playing the hero.
- Exactly.
- Yup.
- Well, you better find him,
he's exhibiting
all the classic signs
of a severe
dissociative disorder.
Very erratic,
and it's only gonna get worse.
Your memories
are overriding his own,
and if you don't stop it,
there won't be
anything left of him.
- Grace is studying
the neural recorders--
[phone rings]
examining a way to reverse it.
- Yeah, well--
Hang on.
Hey, vince,
what's up?
- I don't even know
how he got in there.
- Has he said anything?
- Just that he thinks
the jukebox
is some sort of
voodoo magic machine.
- Let me guess. It's, uh,
telling people what to do.
- I thought we
took care of that
after that little
nlp incident with holly.
- Yeah,
the jukebox is fine.
He isn't.
[clears throat]
[breathes hard]
- hey, warren.
You think it's time
you come out of there?
- Exactly.
Time.
We have to stop it
before it stops time!
We have to get
to henry's garage.
- Well, all right.
Let's do it.
[exhales]
you wanna...take a little walk
across the street with me first?
- [Gasps]
the ethane!
It's in the air!
It's eveywhere!
[gags and sputters]
I can't breathe.
[coughs]
- sheriff, he--
He's freaking everyone out.
- Hey, buddy?
We--we fixed the air,
remember?
Fargo. Holly.
They sucked up, uh,
the ethane fog with, uh,
- the evac thingy.
- Yeah, with that.
- Why is he talking
like you?
- Long story.
Come on.
Let me show you something.
- Hey,
I like your uniform.
- Thanks.
- You can't do this!
Beverly barlowe
knocked everyone out!
She's trying
to take over g.d.
- I remember that one.
This is a ridiculous town.
[laughs]
- so uh,
you arrested him?
- Well--
Breaking and entering
a jukebox.
[laughs]
- yeah.
- All right, look, um,
grace and allison think
they have a way to fix him.
- Oh. Good.
- Short term memory is stored
in the hippocampus.
So if we fry the neurons
in that part of the brain,
it might prevent
your memories
from sticking with him
permanently.
You--
You want to give him amnesia?
- Basically.
[skeptical grunt]
there are some risks involved,
but, um,
he's actually
in no position to--
Argue.
[car starts]
- he--
[tires screech]
oh!
oh!
[tires squeal]
- how did he
get out of the cell?
- There's a fake brick.
I keep a hide-a-key in there
in case I lock myself in.
- Yo, yeah, well,
that was smart.
- Yeah.
[exhales]
for the record, I've only
used the hide-a-key once.
- Whatever you say,
jack.
[siren]
- why are you here,
ms. Lupo?
- I want to go
to titan.
- Do you, really?
I--I mean,
it's a wasteland.
Desolate, dangerous.
You have a good life here.
Why leave this for that?
- I always like
a good challenge.
- You can't do it, jo.
Sorry.
- Come on, rico,
I want a turn.
I'm not afraid.
- You should be.
Woo-hoo!
woo!
Holy cow!
That was amazing!
- My turn again!
- Ha ha.
- Kids!
Dinner.
- Last one there sucks.
- Let's go,
let's go.
Jo! Let's go.
- I'll show them.
[breathes out slowly]
whoo! Yeah!
woo!
Uh-oh.
They're gonna love this.
It's stuck!
Come on.
[screams]
ow!
ow!
- jo,
I said it's dinner!
- Ow.
- Jo!
- Being raised by a dad
and three brothers wasn't easy.
For me, or my dad.
I always had to keep up.
[exhales]
with sometimes
painful results.
- Jo.
What did you do?
- Hi, dad.
oof.
- Hold on a second,
lucky.
How's that feel?
- I'm fine, dad.
- Look, jo,
you don't always
have to keep up
with your brothers, okay?
It's not a contest.
I'm just saying,
you don't
have anything to prove.
Not to me, or anybody.
I'm just proud of you, jo.
I hope you know that.
- Nice cast.
- Next time,
leave the dangerous stuff
to the big boys.
- Let me know
when you see any.
- Let's go!
- Hey, wait up!
- I followed
in my brothers' footsteps.
Matched every honor,
every achievement.
And I've never backed down
from a challenge since.
- Sounds exhausting.
- It was.
But it was worth it.
It's how I ended up
in eureka.
- Well, your brothers
definitely won't be able
to match you this time.
I'd say going to titan
would Tr*mp anything that
they could do on earth.
- I guess so.
- Warren, if you can hear me,
pick up the radio.
Warren, pick up the radio.
- Who is this?
- Right, warren,
you're not thinking
like yourself right now.
Why don't you just pull over,
and we can talk about it?
- No!
I can't stop.
I have to save her.
- What's he talking about,
save who?
- Uh, uh,
who are you saving?
- Allison. I'm head-over-heels
in love with her.
And I have been
since the day we met.
I've got to stop
grant and beverly.
- Oh, he's heading
for the warehouse.
- The warehouse was set up
inside of
a holographic field.
A mirage.
He's heading for a cliff.
- Yeah. And he's gonna thelma
and louise right over it.
- I trust me.
I trust me.
I trust me.
- I trust me.
I trust me!
- All right,
we're gonna have to cut him off
before he gets to the cliff.
- Yeah, well,
he's a quarter-mile away
from the cliff.
We gotta go, now!
- All right.
- I trust me.
I trust me.
- Warren!
I know what you're thinking
right now.
And whatever you do,
do not trust yourself.
- How do you--
- Listen,
allison's okay.
If you pull over,
i'll take you to her.
- No.
I saw her.
She's dead.
They k*lled her!
I have to do this!
- Oh!
- All right, warren.
You've gone far enough.
- Warren!
What are you doing?
No, you can't!
no,
You're letting her die!
- Yeah--
It's all fine, okay?
i--
She's dying, no!
[whimpers]
[sobs]
- she--
She's gonna be fine.
I promise.
Okay?
[whispering]
shut up.
- I didn't say anything.
[clears throat]
- [sobbing]
- yeah, I know.
Who's a big guy?
So how long before we know
if it worked?
- Well, we shorted out
the neural pathways.
And suppressed
the acetylcholine production
in the basal forebrain.
So hopefully that will
inhibit his ability
to retain
short-term memory,
but, these techniques
have never been used
for this purpose before.
- So maybe an hour?
or--
- Maybe two.
- Two, good. Great.
You want to go for dinner?
- The man holds the key
to our future,
we just fried a bunch
of neurons in his brain,
and you want to go out
for pizza?
- No,
I want to go for chinese.
[laughter]
what?
- Look, there's nothing
to do here but wait,
so you should go.
Uh--are you sure?
- Go! We'll call you
when he wakes up.
- Great. You see, I think
we should let the fortune cookie
decide our future.
- Oh yeah, that's good plan
- it's good plan.
- Wait, now hold on.
[sighs]
it's from the senator,
she had to head back
to washington.
They've made
their final selections
for the astraeus mission,
and she wants me
to inform the candidates.
[slurping]
- you guys need anything?
- No, we're good.
- Okay.
- Hey.
- Hey, yourself.
- Um...
The...list is
about to come out
with the final selections.
- So I've heard.
I asked allison
if I could, uh--
You didn't make it, jo.
- You are so sweet,
carter, but, uh,
I know.
Did, uh,
did zane make it?
- Uh...
Yeah, he--
jo?
How could you know?
- I withdrew my name
from consideration.
- You what?
You--
[sighs]
- I'll let--
I'll let you two--
I gotta--it's--
[stutters]
- hey.
- I don't get it.
What--wh--
Why would you drop out?
We worked so hard for this.
- We all did.
You really earned it,
zane.
Congratulations.
- You're really
not gonna tell me.
[laughs]
- did you hear what I said?
You're going to titan.
- No,
we did this together.
We should be
going together.
- But space isn't my dream.
Not like it is for
the rest of you.
To me, it was...
Just another challenge.
If you're gonna travel
a billion miles for something,
it's gotta
mean more than that.
[phone rings]
[sniffs]
hey.
[many phones ring]
- oh! Oh!
[exhales]
- did you?
- Yeah.
Did you?
- We made it!
We made it!
We made it!
[laughs]
- oh, my god.
[laughs]
oh.
[both giggle]
- congratulations,
dr. Marten.
You earned it.
- Thank you, isaac.
- That's mighty big of you,
parrish.
- Your selection
is merely another example
of bureaucracy
rewarding mediocrity.
I weep for titan.
- Whoa.
- We made it! We made it!
- We made it!
- I can't believe
I passed out!
That must have been
some delicious wine.
- Well, uh--[stutters]
- oh. Oh, it was, uh,
vincent grows his own grapes.
He has a vineyard
in his back yard.
- Ah.
Strange, though,
I can't remember anything
from the whole day.
- Well, it's not like you led us
on a crazy car chase,
nearly drove off a cliff.
Right?
[hearty laughter]
- well...
It was really great to see
both of you,
and I have the recordings
right in here.
But I don't need
to look at them.
It's just a formality.
- We figured as much.
- I mean really,
no one in their right mind
would keep
the two of you apart.
You...
You guys,
you're perfect together.
I don't know
what it is, but...
I just feel such an incredibly
strong connection to you.
- I just--I just--
I get you!
You know?
- Yeah--uh--
- Yeah.
- I mean, obviously--
We--uh--well--
We both--
I mean--I mean,
we feel the same.
- Yeah, both of us.
Absolutely.
- Oh.
I am gonna Miss you guys,
so much!
- Ditto, warren.
[chuckles]
- bye.
- Bye.
- Call me.
- Will do.
What was that?
- You know, emotional memories
and declarative memories
are accessed from different
parts of the brain.
I wonder if,
when grace and I--
- Oh, shh.
Let's not over-think it.
Right now,
i'd like to celebrate.
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