Previously on Eureka...
Our relationship has been red-flagged.
The DOD 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 ambitions.
- We should have sex. - I want to get to know you.
Senator Wen's recommending a full pardon for me,
so I'll be eligible for Astraeus.
NO NEW MESSAGE
- I hate this. - Me, too.
- It's like they're taunting us. - I know.
- More Vinspresso? - Definitely!
I'm cutting you off.
Why can't they schedule individual times for our interviews?
Because Senator Wen is sadistic.
We don't know how long the interviews will last or what they'll ask.
Me, in a room talking.
This can't end well. I am not exactly a sharer.
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?
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.
You're gonna find it by digging around in my brain.
Resumes and IQ is 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 creates a visual representation of your memories.
Without the filters that we place on ourselves.
I have nothing to hide. What do you want to know?
- Stranger. - Stranger? We had dinner last night.
We didn't have breakfast, which is the most important meal.
You have to be careful.
Because the relationship auditor told us we were gonna break up?
We're not breaking up. Screw the DOD.
They're sending a supervisor today to hear us.
They could be here any minute.
- Today. - Today.
Like I said,
lots of smart people at the DOD.
Nice, attractive bunch.
- Just... - That's subtle.
I'm trying. Where are we going?
We're only six weeks out for the launch, we're putting
Astraeus through the ringer, running system tests on everything.
We're doing a full diagnostic.
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.
Unfortunately no, not today.
Today we're just gonna turn it on.
- That's actually impressive. - Great work, Henry.
- Thank you. - Pretty!
Looks like lightning.
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 DOD was sending a supervisor.
They did.
Seems the folks over there saw fit to promote me.
To be your own supervisor?
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. 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.
What if there's a part of
our history that, we don't want to share?
It's based on the technology they're using for Astraeus.
They tap into our hippocampus,
it will only record the things that you're willing to share.
- So think of those. - No, I've seen this before.
The stay puft marshmallow man came...
Come down the street, I'd no.
Well, we can always cancel the session,
and let my original ruling stand.
Let's continue.
You two claim to work well together
despite your personal relationship.
We do work well together. I could think of hundreds of...
Excellent! I think we have what we need.
That's it?
What were you expecting, the Spanish inquisition?
Nobody expects the Spanish inquisition.
There you go.
Are you all right?
It's nothing.
Sorry about the... bio... thingy.
So...
I'll be in touch when I've had a chance
to review these recordings.
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.
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.
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.
Zane.
So you hacked into NASA's
mainframe in the fifth grade?
I created a false identity.
I photoshopped his picture into the images and I've gotten an "A."
- You should've been expelled. - I was, actually.
Why an astronaut?
Why not make him a spy?
- Or a pro athlete? - That's what I wanted to be.
Still do.
And yet, you tell us this story of your first felony.
How is that supposed to convince us?
Because you need me.
When the pressure's on, I improvise, I've been doing it my 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.
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, or you want to come over and pick it up?
- Stop it. - How about Sarah?
Should we do a custody agreement, something official...
- It's not funny. - It's a little funny.
Let's go.
Emergency evacuation.
All personnel clear hangar bay floor.
Repeat, clear hangar bay floor.
- What's going on? - Main engine test.
They powered up just fine, but they won't accept to shut down.
Thrusters are about to engage! And we are locked out of the controls.
- The mooring clamps are failing. - What happens if they engage inside?
The ship will tear a hole right through G.D.
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Eureka 4x18 This One Time at Space Camp...
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I've gone through the emergency checklist, and we're still locked out.
I'm going to bypass the control panel, and access the secondary systems.
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 what I was gonna say.
The mooring clasps are about to break, we're out of time!
No, I see. It's working.
The magnetic field's overloaded and cut off the engine,
and it's powering down.
The good news is, you know the engines work.
You think?
Except I'm still not getting any readings for automation error.
What caused it?
I am so bummed we missed the thruster test.
- Who doesn't love thrust? - Yeah, probably for the best.
Me and engine tests are kind of like cesium and water.
- Explosive? - Big time.
We should do more practice questions. You can never be too prepared.
No, we went on this run to take our minds off the interview.
Excellent idea.
Best not to focus on the many, many ways that you could choke.
May the best man blah, blah, blah.
Now I'm really stressed.
And kind of homicidal.
Isaac is trying to psych us out. We'll do something else to relax.
Although, there's kind of not much left.
Yoga didn't work, meditation didn't work.
We tried everything.
Not everything.
When you first came to Eureka, I never thought we'd end up like this.
I did FTL 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!
- I still forgive you. - Really?
- Is that yours? - It's for you.
Your phone.
My interview! My phone, where is it?
- I'm not ready, what am I saying? - Just be yourself.
Wait.
For luck.
I'll leave the game here.
For later.
You find anything yet?
The hull...
- looks clean. - Wait.
What's that?
Looks like a piece of metal jammed into the electron recombination grid.
- What? I've been studying. - So what do you think?
Maybe somebody got cut from the project, and they're feeling jilted?
An ex-candidate?
The ship didn't do that to itself.
Dr Ward.
Excellent. You found my missing photovoltaic capacitor.
Not so excellent. It was rammed up the backside of the Astraeus.
Here. Take a look.
They nicked it!
Look at that. Totally useless to me now.
Who could've gotten their hands on this?
Anyone. Everyone.
As you can see, there's plenty of foot traffic around here.
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?
How does the other side get nicked?
It could have been fired by some kind of projectile weapon.
That makes sense.
It's up pretty high. Someone would've seen our guy if he used a ladder.
- And if we find our weapon... - We find our shooter.
I'll measure the groove on this thing, see if I can pinpoint what fired it.
Maize kernels?
Prepare object for chemical decontamination.
No, person!
Person!
Abort!
That's not so bad.
Stage two.
My face is on fire.
And you're lucky it was a mild chemical burn.
All better?
You may have missed a spot.
- We're in enough trouble as it is. - You can't blame me for trying, though.
Do you think there's a connection
between the ship's sabotage and your decontamination?
If you think about it, both incidents in...
No idea.
Weird, though, that there'd be a trail of maize kernels.
Weirder than what, dried cranberries?
No, not weirder.
More like deja vu.
Of all the candidates, why should we pick you?
Why do you want this?
It's what I've dreamed of since I was a kid.
Everything I've done has been towards this goal.
And yet, you have quite a history of making questionable choices.
The most recent includes worm holing Dr Marten.
What... No, I swear, we've only just kissed.
The FTL incident.
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.
Guys.
How's everybody doing? All right, Rocketeers,
24 hours
'til our annual engine contest, and Weenie Roast.
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?
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?
Let's go, come on!
This engine's gonna burn too hot.
We need that power, if we're gonna kick possum butt.
It's not safe. The thing could ignite.
Don't look now, The Awesome Possums are headed this way.
Look.
The radical rejects.
And little Douglas.
You realize this engine's supposed to power a rocket.
It won't even make it off the ground.
Our rocket's going up. Right up your b...
Big talk... From such a little boy.
Fellas, come on. Listen.
We work in the spirit of scientific discovery.
We leave the egos at home.
All right, everybody? Back to work. Building rockets.
Later, losers.
I really hate that kid.
What is it we study?
The way of thermal propulsion, sir!
What is that way?
Thrust first!
Thrust hard! No mercy!
We're toast.
I have an idea.
It's over. There's no way we can win.
We can.
The excess heat can be the additional power we need.
We'll turn the 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?
In five, four, three,
two, one,
burn!
Great job, Awesome Possums!
A perfect burn.
We shouldn't be surprised.
All right!
This better work.
Ladies and gentlemen, next up,
The Radical Raccoons.
Here we go. In five,
four, three,
two, one,
burn!
Burn!
- How does defeat taste, losers? - Is it working?
- Press the button. - I...
Tent's on fire!
Our trophies!
Shut it down.
I can't!
Fire extinguisher!
I told you it would overheat! Why don't you listen?
The humanity!
Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure
to present this trophy for first place,
for tenth annual galaxy camp
rocket engine competition,
to our winners, The Awesome Possums.
They're all fantastic.
There is no second place, you just don't get a trophy.
My temperature calculations were a smidge off.
You think?
Let's bail.
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...
It was awesome.
I'm gonna keep this.
I want to show your design to the gang back at JPL.
Take my card.
Get your parents to give me a call sometime.
I see big things for you.
The thermal couples that overloaded led to a new design,
which now generates power for the RTGs aboard the Cassini spacecraft.
If I've learned anything over years,
it's that being bold and innovative
go hand-in-hand.
Would I make the same questionable choices, during the mission?
I'm gonna try, senator.
Thank you for your time.
By the way, what ever happened to your rival?
The Awesomest Possum.
Five years in a row. 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 were great,
they were just a little greater.
All right, I'll see you all again next year.
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.
You will.
Yes.
How'd it go?
Please. I slayed them.
Dr. Marten. We're ready for you.
Thank you.
This is it.
- Wish me luck. - You'll do great. Just...
Just relax.
Imagine them in underwear. That's helpful.
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.
I heard about your bath. You okay?
A little itchy, but I'm all right.
- Is that our weapon? - You see how the gash lines up...
The bow's release mechanism.
Yeah, it's... our rod's an arrow?
We're gonna stop calling it a rod, right?
Where's the fun in that?
God!
Because today couldn't get any weirder?
Dr. Parrish walked away.
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,
they were smooth. I never saw them coming.
What would they want with his uniform?
No idea.
My interview.
- I'm next. - Go on. I got this.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, I got this.
Thanks.
That was the second nebula I discovered.
Then I turned 11.
Thank you for your lengthy history.
One time at space camp,
I went to the real one, other one called "galaxy camp"
got shut down for safety violations.
I configured the lights to turn on at night every hour and a half,
since astronauts have to sleep with sunrise every 90 minutes.
That did not go over with my roommates.
I speak for everyone when I say that,
we don't need to hear any more.
No, we really don't.
I tried to stop. Honest.
- I wish I could've been more help. - You were great. Thanks.
Whatcha got?
I finished my analysis on the decontamination chamber,
and it was set for auto-decon as soon as someone stepped inside.
Anyone could've followed that trail.
Who sets a trap without a target? That doesn't make sense.
It makes as much sense as shooting an arrow into Astraeus
or attacking a guard for his uniform.
Unless they needed it to get access to something.
Or someone.
Larry, don't hover. If you want something, just ask.
I want your hand.
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.
Dr. Hughes, are you on some medication?
It's almost time.
Time for what?
We're gonna disappear.
But it'll be okay.
Just for luck.
What the hell are you doing?
I've seen all this before.
When I was at Harvard,
I lured an invisible cat into a shower, using maize kernels.
But you didn't lure yourself into the decontamination chamber.
But...
The arrow.
When you turned on the Astraeus shield, it looked like lightning.
That sounds familiar.
Fargo's runaway positronic lightning array.
You had to shoot an arrow to ground it.
Everything's happening now, has happened before, but...
- To me. - So you think this is a copy-cat.
Only a handful of people knew about Fargo's experiment.
And Zoe's the only one who knew about the invisible cat.
And the uniform I stole 63 years ago in another timeline, 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.
Warren, Dr. Hughes, listen,
there is something very wrong with you.
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.
Be gone, demon!
Listen, Jack, her injuries. I tried... I'm sorry.
I am going to kill whoever did this to you!
Allie, can you hear me?
You okay?
- I'm fine. - Careful.
He took off. We don't know where he went.
- Slow, slow. - What happened?
He's acting out our memories.
Mine. Anyway, he got zapped.
- When he touched your neural interface. - That's when we assume it happened.
Easy.
The surge must have transferred the recordings over to him somehow.
And now, he thinks he's me.
More like an avatar, a character in a videogame of your life.
- And he's playing the hero. - Exactly.
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's studying the neural recorders, examining a way to reverse it.
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 telling people what to do.
I thought we took care of that after that NLP incident with Holly.
The jukebox is fine.
He isn't.
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's freaking everyone out.
Hey, buddy?
We fixed the air, remember?
Fargo. Holly.
They sucked up the ethane fog with...
- The evac thingy. - Yeah, with that.
- Why is he talking like you? - Long story.
Come on. Let me show you something.
- I like your uniform. - Thanks.
You can't do this!
Beverly Barlowe knocked everyone out!
She's trying to take over GD.
I remember that one.
This is a ridiculous town.
So, you arrested him?
Breaking and entering a jukebox. Yeah.
All right, look,
Grace and Allison think they have a way to fix him.
Good.
Short term memory is stored in the hippocampus.
If we fry the neurons in that part of the brain,
it might prevent your memories
from sticking with him permanently.
- You want to give him amnesia? - Basically.
There are some risks involved, but he's actually in no position to...
argue.
How did he get out?
A fake brick. I keep a hide-a-key in case I lock myself in.
- 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 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.
Holy cow! That was amazing!
My turn again!
Kids! Dinner.
Last one there sucks.
Let's go, let's go.
Jo! Let's go.
I'll show them.
They're gonna love this.
It's stuck!
Come on.
Jo, I said it's dinner!
Being raised by a dad and three brothers wasn't easy.
Nor me, or my dad.
I always had to keep up.
With sometimes painful results.
What did you do?
Hi, dad.
Hold on a second, lucky.
How's that feel?
I'm fine, dad.
You don't always have to keep up with your brothers?
It's not a contest.
I'm 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! - 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?
You're not thinking like yourself right now.
Why don't you just pull over, we can talk about it?
No! I can't stop.
I have to save her.
Save who?
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. - He's heading for the warehouse.
The warehouse was set up inside of a holographic field.
A mirage.
And he's gonna Thelma and Louise right over it.
I trust me. I trust me.
I trust me!
We're gonna have to cut him off before he gets to the cliff.
He's a quarter-mile away from the cliff.
All right.
I trust me. I trust me.
I know what you're thinking.
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!
All right, Warren. You've gone far enough.
What are you doing? No, you can't!
No, you're letting her die!
It's all fine, okay?
I... She's dying, no!
She... She's gonna be fine.
I promise.
Shut up.
I didn't say anything.
Yeah, I know.
Who's a big guy?
So how long before we know if it worked?
We shorted out the neural pathways.
And suppressed the acetylcholine production in the basal forebrain.
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. You want to go for dinner?
The man holds the key to our future.
We fried neurons in his brain, and you want to go out for pizza?
No, I want to go for Chinese.
What?
There's nothing to do here but wait, so you should go.
- 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.
- Yeah, that's good plan. - It's good plan.
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.
Hey, yourself.
The... list is about to come out with the final selections.
So I've heard.
I...
asked Allison if I could...
You didn't make it, Jo.
You are so sweet, Carter,
but, I know.
Did, Zane make it?
How could you know?
I withdrew my name from consideration.
- You what? - You...
I'll let... I'll let you two. I gotta...
I don't get it.
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.
- Did you? - Yeah.
Did you?
We made it!
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.
- We made it! - We made it!
I can't believe I passed out!
That must have been some delicious wine.
It was, Vincent grows his own grapes. He has a vineyard
in his back yard.
Strange, though,
I can't remember anything from the whole day.
It's not like you led us on a crazy car chase, nearly drove off a cliff.
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 get you! You know?
- Yeah. - I mean, obviously...
We both... I mean... we feel the same.
Yeah, both of us. Absolutely.
I am gonna miss you guys, so much!
Ditto, Warren.
- Bye. - Bye.
Call me.
Will do.
What was that?
Emotional memories and declarative memories
are accessed from different parts of the brain.
I wonder if, when Grace and I...
Let's not over-think it.
Right now,
I'd like to celebrate.