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. 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'm not exactly a sharer.
Well, I wouldn't say that. You, well...
We've passed the stress test and the physicals.
I mean, 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 the 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 going to find it by digging around in my brain.
Resumes and IQs 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?
Dr. McCarthy, report to the bio-lab.
which is arguably the most important meal of the day.
You have to be really careful. What? Oh, why?
Because the relationship auditor told us we were going to 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.
That's, 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 wringer, running system tests on everything.
We're doing a full diagnostic workup.
First up is the electromagnetic 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 going to fire a warhead at it to see if it works, are you?
Unfortunately, no. Not today.
Today we're just going to turn it on. Hit it.
Wow. Henry, 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 a case you worked on two weeks ago?
I know, it's amazing.
Aren't you going to 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.
Well, what if there's a part of our history
that, uh, we don't want to share?
It's based on the same technology that they're using for the Astraeus interviews.
They tap into our hippocampus.
It will only record the things you're willing to share,
so think of those.
No, see, I've seen this before.
And then the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man comes
Down the street, and, ah, no.
Well, we could always cancel the session
and let my original ruling stand.
Let's continue.
So, you two claim to work well together
despite your personal relationship.
Well, we do work well together. I mean, we could think of hundreds of...
Excellent! I think we have what we need.
That's it?
Well, what were you expecting, the Spanish Inquisition?
No one expects the Spanish Inquisition.
There you go.
Oh!
Yow!
Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah, it's nothing.
Sorry about that 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 that 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, Principal Lewis?
Zane.
So you hacked into NASA's mainframe in the fifth grade?
I created a false identity. I photoshopped his picture into the images.
I should've gotten an "A."
You should have been expelled. I was, actually.
So, why an astronaut? Why not make him a spy or a pro athlete?
It's what I wanted to be. And still do.
And yet you tell us the story of your first felony.
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 hundreds 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 wanna come over and pick it up?
Just 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.
Begin evacuation. All personnel clear Hangar A-4.
Repeat, clear Hangar A-4.
What's going on? Main engine test.
They powered up just fine,
but now they won't accept their command to shut down.
Thrusters are about to engage and we are locked out of the controls.
The mooring clamps are failing.
What happens if the thrusters engage inside?
The ship will tear a hole right through G.D.
I have gone through the emergency checklist and we're still locked out.
So I'm going to bypass the control panel and access the secondary system.
Hey, can we just cut the fuel supply?
Astraeus' engines generate thrust
using self-sustaining magnetic fields to accelerate the ions.
No fuel. Thank you.
But, if I flood
the engine compartment with xenon gas,
it should accelerate the ions so quickly that they overwhelm the field.
Yes, that's what I was gonna say.
The mooring clamps are about to break loose. We're out of time.
No, no, no, see, it's working. It's working.
The magnetic field overloaded and cut off the engine.
And it's powering down.
Well, the good news is, uh, you know the engines work.
You think?
Except I'm still not getting any readings for automation error.
What caused it?
I'm so bummed we missed the pressure 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.
Oh. 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 kinda homicidal.
I think he's just 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.
Uh, 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 FTL you into the woods.
I've had worse first dates.
This is great. Best idea ever. You still stressed?
Not even a little.
Because 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!
Booya!
Harsh. Well, I still forgive you.
Oh, really? Mmm-hmm.
Mmm. Mmm.
Is that yours? It's for you.
Your phone.
Oh, my interview! My phone, where is it?
I'm not ready. I don't even know what I'm saying.
Well, Doug, just be yourself.
Wait.
For luck.
I'll leave the game here. For later.
Hey.
You find anything yet?
The hull looks clean.
Oh, wait.
What's that? The...
Looks like a piece of metal jammed into the electron recombination grid.
Wow.
What? I've been studying.
So, uh, what do you think?
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.
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 have seen our guy if he used a ladder.
Yeah. If we find our weapon...
We find our shooter.
I'll measure the groove on this thing and see if I can pinpoint what fired it.
Okay. Yeah.
Maize kernels?
Prepare object for chemical decontamination.
No! No! Person! Person! Abort!
Uh! Ah!
That's not so bad.
Stage two. Stage two? No! Help! Ah!
My face is on fire.
Well, you're lucky it was a mild chemical burn.
Ah. All better?
Yeah. Yeah, all...
I think you may have missed a spot...
Okay, I think we're in enough trouble as it is.
You can't blame me for trying, though.
Hey, do you think there's a connection
between the ship's sabotage and your decontamination?
Yeah. Yeah. I mean, if you think about it, both incidents...
Uh...
No. No, no idea.
Weird though, that there'd be a trail of maize kernels.
Weirder than what? Dried cranberries?
No. Um...
More like deja vu.
Out 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,
shall we say, questionable choices.
The most recent includes wormholing Dr. Marten.
What? No, no, no, I swear we've only just kissed.
The FTL incident, Dr. Fargo.
So, why should we think your decision making skills
on this mission should be any different?
This is awesome. Give me some love, give me some love.
Yay! Hey, guys.
How's everybody doing? All right! All right, rocketeers.
24 hours until our annual engine contest and...
Weenie roast! Weenie roast.
All right! Okay.
The team with the best test burn is going to take home
the prized Golden Rocket trophy.
My question for you is,
can anyone de-throne the four-year reign of the Awesome Possums?
I'm not sure, I'm not sure. But we're all going to find out tomorrow!
All right, who's ready to build some rockets?
Huh? Yeah! Let's go, come on!
This engine's going to burn too hot.
We need that power if we're going to stand a chance kicking Possum butt.
But it's not safe. The whole thing could ignite. Shh.
Don't look now. 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...
Big talk from such a little boy.
Hey, whoa, fellows, fellows, 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!
I can't hear you. 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 road kill.
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!
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, all right, here we go.
In five, four, three, two, one. Burn!
Ah. Burn!
How does defeat taste, losers?
Is it working? Press the button.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Get the cart! Get the cart!
Our trophies!
Shut it down. Shut it down. I can't!
We need a fire extinguisher!
Oh, oh, the humanity!
Argh, argh!
Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great pleasure
to present this trophy for first place
for the 10th annual Galaxy Camp rocket engine competition
to our winners, the Awesome Possums!
Yes! You were all fantastic.
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.
You put on one heck of a show, Mr. Fargo.
I was testing my new thermocouple design.
It's very impressive.
Don't you get it? I blew it.
Maybe.
But it was awesome.
I'm going to 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 thermocouples that overloaded led to a new design
which now generates power for the RTGs aboard the Cassini spacecraft.
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 going to try, Senator.
Thank you for your time, Dr. Fargo.
By the way, whatever 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 can 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.
Augh!
Hey, Carter! Hey. Yeah?
I heard about your chemical bath. You okay?
Uh, yeah, a little itchy but I'm all right. Is, is...
Is that our weapon? Yeah, yeah.
You see how the gash lines up
with the bow's release mechanism?
Yeah. Yes, um,
so our rod's an arrow.
At some point we're going to 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
and then I felt this burning pain on my neck,
then 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 have no idea.
My interview. I'm next. Um...
Yeah, go on. Go on. I got this.
Are you... Are you sure? Yeah. I got this.
Okay. Excuse me.
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 of your...
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 a sunrise every 90 minutes
during real missions.
That did not go over with my roommates as well as you might think.
I think I speak for everyone when I say that we really don't need to hear any more.
Oh, but... No, we really don't.
I'm trying to stop. Honest.
Sorry, sir, I wish I could have been more help.
You were great. Thanks.
Hey! Henry, what you 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 have followed that trail.
I mean, who sets a trap without a specific target in mind?
That doesn't make sense.
Makes as much sense as shooting an arrow into Astraeus
or attacking a guard for his uniform. Yeah.
Well, unless they needed to gain access to something.
Or someone.
All right, 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 going to need this.
All right. Dr. Hughes, are you on some medication?
Shh. It's almost time.
Okay, time for what?
We're going to disappear.
But it'll be okay.
Just for luck. Okay, what the hell are you doing?
You know, we'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. When, uh...
When you turned on the Astraeus shield,
it looked like lightning. That sounds familiar.
Oh, yeah, yeah, Fargo's runaway positronic lightning array.
You had to 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 copycat?
Now, 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...
So maybe it's somebody you told.
Or somebody's reading your mind.
Warren. We 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 going to 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. Begone, demon!
Ah! Ah!
Listen, Jack, her, her injuries... Where's Allison?
I tried... I'm sorry.
Oh!
Allison! No! No! Allison!
Allison! Allison! No!
I'm going to kill whoever did this to you!
Allie, can you hear me?
Hi. You okay?
I'm fine. Careful.
Warren. He took off. We don't know where he went.
Oh, my God. Slow, slow, slow, slow.
What happened? Well, um, he's acting out our memories.
Well, mine, anyway. He got zapped.
When he touched your neural interface.
That's when we assume it happened.
Easy, easy, easy.
So, the surge must have transferred the recordings over to him somehow.
And now he thinks he's me.
Well, more like an avatar, like a character in the 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 going to 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.
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 little N.L.P. Incident with Holly.
The jukebox is fine. He isn't.
Hey, Warren.
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 want to take a little walk across the street with me first?
Ahh!
The ethane!
It's in the air! It's everywhere!
Ah! I can't breathe!
Sheriff, he's freaking everyone out!
Hey, buddy, we... We fixed the air, remember?
Fargo, Holly,
they sucked up the ethane fog with the...
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, but yeah.
All right, look, um, Grace and Allison think they have a way to fix him.
Oh. 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 want to give him amnesia?
Basically. There are some risks involved,
but, um, he's actually in no position to...
Argue.
Oh! Oh!
How'd 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!
Oh, yeah, well, that was smart. Yeah.
For the record, I've only used the hide-a-key once, though.
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!
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo!
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.
Whoo! Yeah!
Whoo-hoo!
Uh-oh.
They're gonna love this.
It's stuck. Ugh! Come on!
Ah! Ow! Ow!
Jo, I said it's dinner! Ow!
Jo!
Being raised by a dad and three brothers wasn't easy.
Not for me or my dad.
But I always had to keep up. With sometimes painful results.
Jo, what did you do?
Hi, Dad.
Ooh.
Hold on a second, monkey. How does 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.
She's 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 brother's 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? We can talk about it.
No, I can't stop!
I have to save her.
What's he talking about? Save who?
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 headed for the warehouse.
The warehouse was set up inside a holographic field.
A mirage. He's heading for a cliff.
Yeah, he's going to Thelma and Louise right over it.
I trust me. I trust me. I trust me.
I trust me. I trust me.
How're we going to cut him off before he gets to the cliff?
Yeah, well, he's a quarter mile away from the cliff.
We got to 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!
All right, Warren, you've gone far enough.
What? What are you doing?
No, you can't. No, you're letting her die.
It's all fine. Okay?
She's dying! No!
She's going to be fine.
I promise. Okay?
Didn't say anything.
Yeah, 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.
Meaning 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.
There's nothing to do here but wait, so you should go.
Ah. 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 a good...
It's a good plan.
Wait, hold.
Uh, 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. No, thank you.
Okay.
Hey.
Hey, yourself.
Um, the list is about to come out with the final selection.
So I've heard.
I asked Allison if, if I could...
You didn't make it, Jo.
You're so sweet, Carter, but I know.
Did, uh, did Zane make it?
Uh, yeah.
Jo. How could you know?
I withdrew my name from consideration.
You what?
I'll let... I'll let you two... I gotta...
Hey.
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 going to tell me?
Did you hear what I said? You're going to Titan.
No. We did this together. We should be going together.
Space isn't my dream. Not like it is for the rest of you.
To me it was just another challenge.
If you're going to travel a billion miles for something,
it's got to mean more than that.
Yeah.
Ah!
Did you? Yeah.
Did you?
We made it! We made it!
Yay! Oh, sorry.
Congratulations, Dr. Marten.
You earned it. Thank you, Isaac.
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!
I can't believe I passed out.
That must have been some delicious wine.
Oh, it was. Vincent grows his own grapes.
He has a vineyard in his backyard.
Strange though. I can't remember anything from the whole day.
Huh. It's not like you led us on a crazy car chase and 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.
That's just a formality. We figured as much.
I mean, really...
No one in their right mind would keep the two of you apart.
Ah. 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. And obviously, we both...
I mean, we feel the same.
Both of us, absolutely.
Oh, I am going to miss you guys so much.
Ditto, Warren.
Bye. Bye.
Call me!
Will do.
Who 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 overthink it.
Right now, I'd like to celebrate.