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?
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?
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?
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.
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!
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.
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...
Come down the street, I... no.
Well, we can always cancel the session,
and, uh, let my original ruling stand.
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...
Excellent!
I think we have what we need.
- Oh. - That's it?
Well, what were you expecting,
the Spanish inquisition?
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.
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.
My dad wasn't what you'd call reliable.
Perfect.
So I learned to rely on myself.
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.
Yes?
Zane.
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...
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.
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...
It's not funny.
It's a little funny.
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.
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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.
Explosive?
- 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.
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!
Critical hit!
Boo-ya!
Oh! Harsh.
Well, I still forgive you.
- Oh, really? - Mm-hmm.
- Mm. - Mm.
Mmm.
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.
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.
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 weapon.
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 weapon...
- We find our shooter. - 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!
That's not so bad.
Stage two.
St... t... No!
My... face is on fire.
And you're lucky it was a mild chemical burn.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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?
Huh? Yeah!
Let's go, come on!
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.
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?
Back to work.
Building rockets. All right!
Later, losers.
I really hate that kid.
What is it we study here?
The way of thermal propulsion, sir!
And what is that way?
- Thrust first! - Thrust hard!
No mercy, sir!
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.
All right, Possums,
you ready to show us what you got?
- Yeah. - Okay, in five...
Four, three,
two, one,
burn!
He-ey!
Great job, Awesome Possums!
A perfect burn.
I guess we shouldn't be surprised.
All right!
This better work, Fargo.
Ladies and gentlemen, next up,
the Radical Raccoons.
All right, here we go.
In five,
four, three,
two, one,
burn!
Uh... Uh... b... b... burn!
How does defeat taste, losers?
Is it working?
- Press the button. - I...
Ho!
Whoa!
- Oh! - Oh! Whoa!
- Huh! - God, wow!
- Whoo! - Tent's on fire!
Tent's on fire
- 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!
I told you it would overheat!
Fargo, why don't you listen?
Oh! Oh! Oh, the humanity!
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!
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.
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...
But it was awesome.
I'm gonna keep this.
I want to show your design to the gang 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 weapon?
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?
- 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?
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.
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.
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 shooting 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.
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, shoot 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!
Listen, Jack, her... her injuries. I tried...
I'm sorry.
Oh! Allison!
No!
Allison. Allison. Allison!
No!
I am going to kill 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...
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.
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.
You wanna...take a little walk across the street with me first?
The ethane! It's in the air!
It's eveywhere!
I can't breathe.
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.
So uh, you arrested him?
Well...
Breaking and entering a jukebox.
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.
There are some risks involved, but, um,
he's actually in no position to...
Argue.
He...
Oh! Oh!
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.
For the record, I've only used the hide-a-key once.
Whatever you say, Jack.
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.
Whoo! Yeah!
Woo!
Uh-oh.
They're gonna love this.
It's stuck!
Come on.
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.
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 trump 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!
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 killed 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!
She... She's gonna be fine.
I promise. Okay?
Shut up.
I didn't say anything.
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.
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.
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.
- 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...
I'll let... I'll let you two...
I gotta... it's...
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.
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.
Hey.
Oh! Oh!
- Did you? - Yeah.
Did you?
We made it!
Oh, my God.
Oh.
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... - 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?
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.
- 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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