Eureka

Previously on Eureka...

Grace, I...

I was naive to think I could just jump into this marriage.

I'm not your Henry.

Not yet.

Now, if I can't be with you on Titan,

I'll be right here in mission control

watching you every second.

- So go. - On one condition.

Marry me, Henry Deacon?

Absolutely.

- How's it going? - Senator Wen just left.

And she's recommending a full pardon for me.

From now on, if I stay in Eureka,

it'll be because I wanna be.

Okay, listen, if we're gonna be working together,

and sleeping together,

things are gonna get complicated,

Jack.

Oh, I can handle complicated.

Follow my lead.

The snow is beautiful but dangerous.

Core sample, marker five Delta.

Five Delta. Copy that.

Come here often?

Need a lift back to Earth?

Oh, ammonia plume!

Frak! I'm so sorry, Holly!

My suit! It's losing pressure!

We just have to re-calculate the...

Oh, I'm sorry, Holly!

I'm so sorry, Holly.

SIM session terminated.

My snowflakes are still too small.

Stand-by.

SIM session 537 terminated.

Goof around like that on Titan,

and you're dead.

Easy, Huggins. We've been at this all morning.

- I'm just a little punchy. - Yeah.

And do you really need to vent the environment

after every test run?

It has to be perfect.

I agree. So let's go again.

Can't.

I'm off to the B.C.E. to welcome home Tiny.

Our little lady is due back from Titan.

I wouldn't use the words little

or lady to describe Tiny.

Are we not fond of the Titan rover?

We were almost vaporized by the Titan rover.

Okay, that was a software glitch.

Tiny's my hero.

She's bringing back samples that'll help me replicate

the conditions on Titan precisely.

Huggins?

You need to get out more.

Yeah, and you need to stop flirting, okay?

All the other Astraeus candidates

are focused on the mission.

A dash of nitrogen and some phosphorus...

These lily hybrids are totally unique.

Trust me, no one is gonna have centerpieces like yours.

- Wow. - Whoa.

I don't usually offer my botanical research

for personal use, but...

I'm a sucker for weddings.

Hey! Best man, here, reporting for duty.

Oh, well, best man, um...

I suggest you prepare a toast this time.

Last time, you rambled.

I did?

Like it was open mic night.

Oh, and... and don't, uh, lose the rings again.

I lost the rings?

So I hear.

Which reminds me,

we need to choose new ones.

Um, what's... I mean, what's wrong with these?

Nothing.

But this time's different, so new beginning, new rings.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

So how you been, sheriff?

Oh, can't complain, can't complain.

Nice... nice blooms you got.

Thank you.

- Jack. - Yep? Hey.

Okay, I don't want you to get all worked up...

Oh, this doesn't sound good.

Just consider it a temporary nuisance.

Now that we're involved,

I had to file an I.A. 248 with the D.O.D.

An I.A...?

It's the form required for our "intimate alliance."

There can't be a form for that!

Normally, it's a formality, but...

Given what happened to me recently on your watch,

well, our relationship has been red-flagged.

Our relationship's been red-flagged?

Because of our high rank, the D.O.D. is concerned.

They have sent a relationship auditor to assess us.

Assess us for what?

National security.

Hello, sheriff.

Warren Hughes.

Warren...

Ph.D., M.A., C.P.A.

- I cover all the bases. - Mm.

So, as I've told Dr. Blake,

I'm here pursuant to an I.A. 248 filing.

Well, Warren, um, how do you "assess" an "intimate alliance?"

I like to watch.

You... you...

Oh, I don't mean watch watch.

No.

No, you two just carry on, go about your business,

and, uh, pretend I'm not even here.

Who is he to judge us?

What, is he some sort of

mid-level paper pusher from D.O.D.?

Actually, our office intends to go

entirely paperless by 2016.

Yeah?

I'm vice chair of the Green Team.

All we have to do is keep it professional.

Oh, so no groping? Is that...

Let's just get through the day.

Fortunately, it looks like it's gonna be a quiet one.

So, Dr. Blake, exactly what's happening here?

Well, Tiny, our robot rover,

has just finished building a site just like this on Titan

to facilitate our faster than light travel.

And she's bringing back soil and air samples

so I can recreate the perfect ethane fog, hydrocarbon lakes,

methane burps.

Sounds delightful.

Yeah. The next best thing to being on Titan.

Our Astraeus team will be prepared for anything,

which includes traveling via FTL, just like Tiny.

You don't wanna miss it.

Trust me, I never miss a thing.

- Oh. - Great.

Henry... uh, Dr. Deacon,

commence return course sequence.

Activating. Let's bring 'er home.

Easy!

Ah, she's just getting her bearings.

It's been a rigorous assignment.

She's sweet!

Hey, welcome home, girl!

I got dibs on her samples.

Hang on... I've gotta deactivate her de-pressurization shield.

Shield's clearing in three...

Two...One!

He needs a C.T. for blunt force trauma,

possible concussion.

Mr. Hughes.

- Are you okay? - Well, my ears are ringing.

Yeah, exploding robots will do that.

It's tinnitus.

It's a result of the blast.

It's usually temporary.

It's usually?

I'm... I'm so sorry. We will take care of you.

I'll live.

Now I can watch you and sheriff Carter handle a crisis.

One second she was here, and the next...

What happened?

Well, I won't know until I examine her remains.

Any theories, Dr. Deacon?

Well, Dr. Blake, um...

There is a strong methane presence on Titan,

as a gas, as a liquid, and as a solid.

Now, Tiny was in prolonged contact.

So she may have somehow

absorbed a dangerously high concentration.

If that's the case,

once I deactivated her de-pressurization shield,

the tiniest of sparks could've caused her to explode.

This is a disaster.

I was counting on those samples.

Well, hopefully her containment unit

is still intact.

- Sheriff Carter. - Sheriff?

I need you to check the area.

Oh, come on. This thing's probably blown halfway to...

Um...yeah.

I will do that, Dr. Blake.

Well, I'll come with you. We can chat.

Fantastic.

But...

Please.

It's okay. You can look.

What? No, no, I wasn't trying to...

Doug, we might spend six months

in close quarters together.

You're bound to see me in my skivvies.

Okay.

For the mission.