All language subtitles for SCORPION - S01 E19 - Young Hearts Spark Fire (720p - Web-DL)

My name is Walter O'Brien.

I have the fourth highest
IQ ever recorded: 197.

Einstein's was 160.

When I was 11,
the FBI arrested me for hacking NASA

to get their blueprints
for my bedroom wall.

Now I run a team of geniuses,

tackling worldwide
threats only we can solve.

Toby's our behaviorist.

Sylvester's a human calculator.

Happy, a mechanical prodigy.

Agent Cabe Gallo's our
government handler.

And Paige?
Well, Paige isn't like us.

She's normal and
translates the world for us

while we help her
understand her genius son.

Together, we are Scorpion.

Think we should go east.

That's west.

Well, still should go that way.

Yeah? Based on what?

This is your fault!

You had to take
us off the trail.

You had to see that
damn waterfall!

I thought I knew
where I was going.

Oh, well, a lot of good
that does us now, huh?

Day and a half with no water,
food or cell reception.

And the kids are terrified.

And you two aren't helping.

Let's just keep moving and
try to get back to a road.

We'll get you out of here.
I promise.

Whoa!

Winds of Santa Ana.

She's a-blowin'
a-leeward and a-windward.

That is sailor talk.

Actually,
those terms just relate

to one's position to the wind.

It's not exclusive to sailing.

In fact, I'm about to show you

how it applies to aeronautics.

State the wager.

Down the telephone wires,
straighten at ground level,

then across the street
and through that window.

You're on.
If I win, dinner date.

If you win,
I do your laundry for a month.

You'd probably like that
more than the dinner, perv.

I'm feeling Greek,
maybe Tex-Mex.

The bet is null and void
on account of that truck.

You said you'd get
it in the window,

and it ain't in the window.

I'm the gambling expert.

We be datin'.

Ooh, great.

Coffee's ready.

Oh.

Yes.

Mmm. Perfect.

Thanks, Walter.

Walter, a minute of your time.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Mmm.

Oh. What is this?

This is outreach.

Now, as you know,
Drew comes back from Portland soon.

He's gonna come back full
of confidence and swagger.

And what did those
alpha-jocks all want?

The cheerleader.

AKA Paige Dineen.

Why is Paige's personal
life my concern?

Right here is why.
I've been collecting data

on your shifting
behavior patterns

the past few months,
and the result is

an iron-clad theorem that proves
you have feelings for Paige.

That's preposterous.

Said the climate-change denier

in the face of
scientific evidence.

While you're at it,
how 'bout you get no vaccines today?

You want to take
this for a spin?

Remember the
reservation you made for

a Valentine's Day “work dinner”?

We never ended up
having the meal.

Okay.

How about the new lavender
diffuser in your office?

That is to mask the smell

of experiment-generated
mouse urine.

That's disgusting.

But also a lie.

Paige loves lavender.

That hand cream of hers is
always stinking up the van.

Finally...

Coffea arabica.

Why do you think I've been
getting my Joe at Kovelski's?

Because you put cinnamon
in our pot here.

It has antioxidants and
improves brain function.

Cinnamon's for elves.

You put cinnamon in the
coffee because she likes it.

You're giving her special
treatment, which can only mean...

And how old are you?

13 months older than you,
so show your elders respect.

What is...

What is with the almost
constantly commenting

on me and Paige lately?

It's borderline obsessive.

As a student of human behavior,

I find emotional
dishonesty offensive.

And also, you're my friend.

Also, I don't like Drew.

You're not saved by the bell.

Yeah, Cabe.

Got a case, urgent.

We got six hikers
from a church group

lost in Los Angeles
National Forest.

Been missing for 36 hours.

Santa Ana winds are kicking up

the forest floor,
killing visibility.

Search and rescue is
damn near impossible.

LAFD and the Forest
Service need an assist.

I was thinking your
tracking software

from the Baghdad
operation years back...

maybe dusting that off.

Winds have gotten
worse since we spoke.

We don't have any time to waste.

Must be the hikers' families.

Alongside members
of their church.

My system uses a camera
and laser scanners

to conduct advanced
ground imaging

that can penetrate tree cover

and recognize ground
patterns at high altitudes.

Basically, our stuff sees good.

You built this for fun?

Well, let's just say I, uh...

I modified an old
system from way back.

My guys will locate the hikers,

radio in the coordinates; the
rescue team can do its job.

We need to see whatever your
people have done so far.

It's an interesting use
of my Baghdad software.

How did you think to apply
it to this situation?

The truth is, I think about
what happened in Baghdad a lot.

What happened between us.

Maybe your tech...

some good can come from it now.

Walter, you got to see this.

One of the kids
tweeted a picture

right before they
went on the hike.

They've been out of
cell range ever since.

Well, that's all we
need to find the hikers.

How?

You've been looking for
where the hikers are.

That's one specific place in
a specific moment in time,

and it's constantly moving.

The footprints, however,

they can last for hours,
even in this wind,

and they could be a
road map right to them.

Breakdown?

Okay, so these treads
are the kids' sneakers.

Two are piece-wise lines,
other is a cross-hatch pattern.

Approximate sizes: two boys'
size nine and a girls' six.

The adults are
wearing hiking boots

with standard waffle patterns,

and the woman's got
an outside heel break.

Scan the images.

One of the men will be in
front, one of them in back.

It's standard defense formation,
wired into animal DNA...

they don't even know
they're doing it.

That woman will most likely be

with the youngest girl...
a mothering instinct to protect.

If you look at the,
uh, body language

of these two youngsters
here, they're in love.

They're side by side.

You can tell they're in
love just from the photo?

Oh, I can tell lots of ways.

The others will follow standard

pack formation and
fall in here and here.

We'll be looking for
a shape like this

filled with tread patterns

that we can distinguish from
mountain lion drag marks,

windswept debris.

That'll let us find our folks.

Uh, where's our workstation?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Walter,
I am not going up in that thing.

Helicopters have
zero aerodynamics

and no glide ability in
case of engine failure.

That's our only choice.

It's a box held up in the sky
by a lawnmower blade. Pass.

Hope you're up for a
little handholding today.

Sly, we need you.

No one can run the analytics
as fast as you can.

Walter, I want to help,

but I can't willingly
board a death trap

designed by Leonardo
da Vinci 500 years ago.

Then stay here!

'Cause I got a strict
no-crybabies policy.

Meet your pilot, Marcus Bronson.

Look, you don't want to come,

don't come,
but once you get on board,

you need keep it
together, you understand?

It's serious business up there.

I can't have anyone
freaking out in my bird.

Hey, what'd you mean, our pilot?
You're not coming?

There's no room in the cabin.

So I'll stay back and gear
up with the rescue team.

Once you send in the hikers'
locations, we go in.

This is a sat phone.

Works where the
cell phones don't.

Keep it close to you.
It's your lifeline.

Hey!

You scratch it, you buy it.

He's fun.

Are you good?

Sure.

Okay. Let's go.

Okay.

We know you have a lot
of choices when you fly,

so we want to thank you for
flying with Air Scorpion.

Please, no unnecessary words.

Big guy barfs,
you guys are cleaning it up.

Everything's going to be fine.

Just look at your laptop and
avoid peripheral vision, okay?

Now, our predictive model

says they headed
downhill west-southwest,

with a statistical likelihood of
94%, so bank west here.

I got a hit.

Happy, you seeing this?

Yup.

The treads match our hikers.

The formation they're walking in

is spot on with my prediction.

Okay, pilot,
stay the current course

while we close in on them.

Ooh.

Everything okay?

Wind's up to 50 knots.

It's gonna get bumpy.

Hold on.

Cabe, do you copy?

Copy, Walter.

It's good news.

We found the hikers' trail.

Within minutes, we find them.

That's great work.
What's your location?

Hey, Captain Charisma,
where are we?

Damn it!

Wind shear! Hold on!

Base, this is Eagle!
Do you copy?

Copy. Copy. We copy.

Do you read? Do you read?

We have equipment fail...

Wind's wreaking
havoc on the comms.

Walter! Walter, do you copy?!

- We're gonna die!
- No one's gonna die.

Mayday!

Base, this is Eagle!
We are in distress!

Repeat... we are in distress!

We're heading right
for those trees!

No, no, no, no, no!

You steer away from the pines!

Aim for that! The Sheoak!

It's softer! We'll have a much
better chance of survival!

Walter, 500 feet! 400 feet!

You got to trust me!
Do it now! Do it now!

- Oh, my God! Oh!
- Oh, my God.

What the hell are you doing?!

Heads down! Heads down now!

Everybody, hold on!
We're going in!

Oh.

My duodenum.

- Everyone all right?
- I'm okay.

Check.

Terrified, but breathing.

Okay.

Watch our weight distribution

or the bow breaks and
this cradle falls.

You okay, boss?

I've been better.

How bad?

Uh, bright blood,
outer left side of the thigh.

Looks like he nicked
the femoral artery,

but it's clotted
off, stabilized.

How would you know that?

If it hadn't, you'd be dead.

But that cut could expand.

We need to leave the metal in.

You do a tourniquet,
and I'll clean it up

when we get on the ground.

We need to get you
to a hospital ASAP.

Great in theory,
but we are 40-feet high in a tree.

And our comms are dead.

I doubt they got a location on

- our crash site.
- I can take care of that,

but I'm gonna need everyone
to cut off their seatbelts.

Sly, I need you to
do some math for me.

Okay,
based on the angle of the tree

and the weight distribution, uh,

estimated by the
barycenter balancing point,

as well as the relatively
weak tensile strength of

the River Sheoak,
which is really no more than a weed...

- Focus.
- Okay.

Bottom line is we need to remove

the weight strategically,
or we're all going to topple over...

like Don't Tip the Waiter.

So, best guess is Happy,
then me, then Toby,

then Marcus needs to take
some weight off the nose,

then Walter,
and then lastly Paige,

because the weight displacement
in the cabin is less.

Happy, make it happen.

Whoa!

We're fine!

Everything's fine.

When I go down,
this thing is gonna shake.

Just keep your heads straight.

We should be good.

“Should.” Fantastic.

Made it!

You're up, Sylvester!

You know what?

I think my calculations were
off, Happy!

I should go last!

No, your calculations
were perfect,

and this thing's not gonna
hold much longer, okay?

So you go now.

You're gonna be fine, Sly.

Okay.

Think happy thoughts.

Okay.

Geez.

Oh, my God.

Come on! You can do it!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

I can't go any further!

I can't...
I can't go any further!

Just straighten your legs.

Hurry, guys!

All this movement is cracking
the support branches!

Okay, you're up.

Sylvester said I go last.

- You're going. Now.
- No.

No, we should do... we should do

- what Sylvester said.
- No, you go.

Now. Go.

Go!

Oh, my God.

Okay.

That's the wrong order!
That is the wrong order!

Hey, Walt, you better hustle!

Walter, you've got seconds until
that helicopter is in free fall!

The support branches
are breaking!

- Walter!
- Walter! Walter!

Uh...

looks as if things haven't
gone according to plan.

We call in our location

on the SAT phone,
Cabe gets us, we regroup.

We might not get the reception
we're looking for on this model.

I have to tighten the tourniquet

almost on top of the
wound; it's gonna hurt.

I think you and I have
different definitions of pain.

Okay. So we're here.

And with the tree cover,

there's no way a chopper
can land or airlift us out.

Only suitable evac
point is here.

It's Fiddler's
Basin; it's due east.

It's that way.

How do you know that?

I point the hour hand at the
sun, I bisect the angle

between the hand and
the 12 to find south.

I know south,
I know every other direction.

Okay, so...

we can't contact Cabe,
but we have to assume

that he's thinking like us

and he knows that Fiddler's
Basin is our only shot.

So, we follow the
hikers' footprints.

We find them, and then we send
an overground rescue team back

for Sylvester and the pilot.

Oh, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait!

You're leaving me here with him?
No way.

You can't walk.
Toby has to come with us

just in case there are
any injured hikers.

I do not like this plan.

We're in desolate woods...
no food, limited water

- and no comms.
- Right.

Then you two can work on
getting a radio sorted

while we're gone.

Well, we're well aware
things would be easier

if we still had that SAT phone,
but that is not the case.

What was with the swipe at me?

Well, if you had been holding on

to the SAT phone instead of me,

we would never be in
this mess right now.

I was protecting you.
It was instinctive.

It was stupid.

You were an unbuckled,
150-pound projectile.

154... I've been working out.

Let's get moving!

Sun sets in 47 minutes.

Okay, so... I'll just stay
here in the middle of the woods

with the grumpy guy.

Hey, stop your bellyaching,
go fix that radio.

Go on!

Sir,
we spotted the chopper's tail

through a break in
the tree canopy.

Cover's too thick.

Can't make out any survivors.

- Show me a topo map!
- Yes, sir.

If they survive,
you think they'll try

to keep with the mission?

There's no “if.”

My guys survived.

Here, Fiddler's Basin.

Only viable evac point.

Three miles from the crash site.
That's where we land.

Not in this wind.

At 55 knots,
everything is grounded.

Transport helo can handle it.

County doesn't have one.

Then I'm reaching
out to Pendleton.

There's no way I'm leaving
my guys down there!

Hikers,
we're here to rescue you!

Whoa, whoa.

So, based on the prints,

one of them is favoring
the right foot,

partly dragging the other;
they're probably injured.

Yeah, that's a size six shoe
with a shallow depression.

That's Caitlin, the lightest.

If she's hurt,
they can't be traveling that fast.

We will find them.

Oh, by the way, uh, they really

stuck to that cluster
pattern you predicted.

You were right on the money.

Most of my behavioral
predictions turn out to be true.

For instance, what you did for
Paige up in the copter. Huh?

Letting her go first,
putting yourself at risk for her.

I was not giving Paige
special treatment.

I watched you almost get
pancaked by a falling aircraft.

You ignored Sylvester's
calculations...

math and science...
so that she could descend first.

Can we focus on
finding the hikers?

- Of course.
- Okay.

May I have some of water?

Oh, yeah.

The... agreed-upon ration.

Same as everyone else gets.

We're all equal.

Thank you.

Wow, you really learned me
there, boss.

You clearly don't like her.

Guys, we got a problem!

The trail ends here.

The hikers crossed this field.

They could've entered up
those woods at any point,

headed in any direction.

We have no way of
finding them now.

Wait, shh, shh, shh.

Over there.

How do you know?

It's very scientific.
I heard them.

These kids can't
go much further.

Maybe we split...

increase the odds of some
of us getting rescued.

Yeah, maybe.

I don't know.

I don't know what to do.

Hey.

Heard you guys are lost.

Oh, thank God. Thank you!

Okay. Okay.

How come he always gets the hug?
I'm standing right next to him.

Are you guys with
the Forestry Service?

No, no.

We're here with the government;
we're here to bring you home.

How?

Well, we're gonna take
you to a nearby clearing;

there are people who
will meet us there.

Okay, let's go.
Toby, can you check

on the girl with the hurt leg?

Let me get them some water.

Okay, let's go, kid.

What is this?

I collect rocks.

These have boracite in them.

I'm bringing them home with me.

Not anymore you're not.

We're hiking for miles...
no extra weight.

Okay, one rock.

Okay, are we ready?

Yeah?

Okay, let's go.

Toby?

Okay, you need to strip
those input wires.

I don't have any wire strippers.

Just use your teeth
and your fingernails.

This is incredibly unsanitary.

Unsanitary? Really?

I ate grubs and
worms for five days

on a military exercise
when I was your age.

- Good for you.
- No, great for me,

because I learned to do
what needs to be done.

- Copy. Come in.
- Oh, my God.

Hello?

Oh, my God, you hear that?!

Don't talk to me, talk to them!
Talk to them!

Hello, do you copy? Hello?

Come in, please.

Hello? Come in, please.

Come on, come on, come on.

I'm sorry.

What?

You're not gonna say anything?

I already said I'm sorry.

Okay.

I get it. I get it.

Maybe if I rewired
the entire radio

with my mouth full
of beetle larvae,

maybe then I would have
done a better job for you.

Kid, kid, look, look.

Oh, no.

You smell smoke?

There must be a fire somewhere.

Is that an ember?

Whoa.

Ah, that was close.

Um, Walter.

Yeah?

Oh, boy.

You need to hurry up kid!

I'm well aware a
forest fire can spread

at 22 feet per second.

Fire's circling around us.

That loop closes,
then we're cooked, literally.

Okay, I just need to
secure one more seat belt.

All right.

And you're okay to lay
on this on your back?

- Of course I am.
- Great.

Hey, take my arm,
take my arm, okay?

Your leg has a lot
more blood on it.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine, I'm fine.

Just get me on there.

Easy, easy.

Strap yourself in there.

You sure this is gonna hold?

It only needs to hold
us for three miles

until Fiddler's Basin.

Your friends took the map.
You remember where it is?

I have a photographic memory.

Of course you do. Let's go!

Let's go!

My eyes are burning.

It's getting hard to breathe.

Okay, hold on.

Will you grab that out?

Grab that.

Okay, now hold that up
to your nose and mouth.

Here you go.

Whoa,
what the hell are you doing?

I'm helping you,
like I was trying to on the helicopter.

That's all, just help.

I do not need someone
to take care of me.

Hey.

You kissed me.

And now that I'm
responding to that,

you're scared and shutting down.

I am surrounded by fire.

We have kids to save,
not to mention ourselves.

Not the time.

What's up?

See for yourself.

What now?

There's got to be a way around.

We'd be moving laterally as
the fire proceeds in this way.

If we pick the wrong
direction, then...

We're dead.

How long would you say we have?

We've got about ten minutes.

We've got to get across.

Start looking for long branches
strong enough to hold us.

Maybe we, uh, we bind them
together, then we reach across.

Oh, bro,
that sounds like suicide.

Staying here is suicide.

Come on, start looking.

Walter, I'm sorry,
this is all my fault.

You didn't start the wildfire.

I took everyone off the
trail, got everyone lost,

all because I wanted to
find the perfect spot

for Jenna, to propose to her.

And now she's gonna die,
everyone, because of me.

You want to undo that?

Help us get over that ravine.

All right?

What's she doing?

Any of you guys ever rope-swing?

I-I got to catch my breath.

It's on account of the smoke.

You got to push through it, kid,

'cause I'm looking at a
blaze coming over that hill

right toward us.

It's faster than I am.
I can't outrun it.

Like hell you can't!

Now get your ass in gear now!
Move!

Don't yell at me.

I'm about to burn to death!

Now grow a pair, son,
and Oscar Mike now!

Stop.

Military talk and berating
won't work with me.

It never has.

I have done the calculations!

My fastest rate of speed,
the decline angle of this hill,

the pace of the fire,
the dryness of the underbrush...

a gazelle would be
taken in minutes.

You and I have seconds!

Son, doing nothing isn't
an option for either of us.

Listen to me.

We got to figure a way to
move faster than this fire,

or we're both dead.

Do you understand?

We can't,
but we may not need to.

Okay,
at least the hold is secure.

Can't help but notice you
haven't swung out yet.

Yeah, about that...

this tree could totally
be rotted out inside.

A person's weight
could snap it in half.

- Yeah, and fall 50 feet to their death.
- Yup.

We've got to do something;
the fire's getting closer.

Well, unless we got
a human guinea pig

who wants to test
this thing out...

Whoa.

Yeah.

It'll hold.

It's getting closer.

- We got to move faster.
- I know, I know.

Let's go!

Okay. Here.

Are you sure about this?

Yes. Back in here.
Watch your head.

Thanks.

Oh. Okay, okay.

- We're gonna be baked alive in here.
- No.

The door's made of titanium;
it's a low conductor of heat.

You better be right, kid.

Oh, my God!

Get down! Get down! Cover!

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Careful with your leg.
Careful with your leg.

Okay.

You okay?

Breathing.

Barely.

Oh, man,
your leg's losing a lot of blood.

I have to tighten
your tourniquet.

Do your worst.

That should hold it for a bit.

Thanks.

I got to hand it to you,
that was quick thinking

with the pipe.

We got to move.

This door has been
warped by the heat.

I think I can fix it.

Hey, hey.

Use this.

Thank you.

So I take it your
dad was military?

Very.

You guys didn't
get along too well?

Well, my father comes from a
world where a man is measured by

how many tackles he
made in high school

or how many beer cans he
can crush against his skull.

Same world that you come from.

Okay, guys, about a quarter
mile, we dogleg right,

then it's a straight
shot from there.

About, uh, 500 feet,
five percent grade.

Okay, Toby? Follow. Great.

Come on, guys,
got to make it to the clearing.

Let's start rationing out the water...
give us a little lift.

You can take my
share if you want.

No. You need as much as anyone.

Thank you though.

Walter, get down here!
The basin's just around that bend.

This is the only way through.

This gully is creating
a funnel effect

that's pulling the
fires together.

- We got to run.
- Okay, okay.

Come on. Come on, guys.

You heard her.

Come on!

Hurry, the wall's closing!

You're okay. You're okay.

Walter!

Walter!

Jimmy, you're okay!

- I'm fine, I'm fine.
- You got to be careful.

You don't want to burn out.

Too soon?

Guys, the fire's gonna fill up
the clearing before we know it.

We got to move.
Over there, come on!

Hold up! Wait.

We're stuck.

All right.

Stop, stop, stop.

This contraption of yours
isn't going anywhere.

Okay.

Give me a second.
Let me see if I can fix it.

No, no.

Stop. Just stop.

Look, I'm dead weight.

You're dead on your feet.
We're out of water.

You're cramping up.

At this rate, we're not gonna go

another ten inches,
let alone another mile.

I'm not going to abandon you.

It's not your call.

This gully is filling
up with smoke.

There will not be
enough oxygen left.

If I leave you, you will die.

We both die if you stay.

What are you doing?

I'm saving your life, son. Go!

Go.

We're coming up
on the crash site.

Light it up!

I'm sorry, Agent.

Staying ahead of this fire,
even for smoke jumpers,

would be damn near impossible.

Take us to Fiddler's Basin.

We'll be flying right
into the fire front.

Visibility will be low to nil.

I don't see any
bodies by the chopper.

Now, my guys are survivors.

Don't make me ask again.

Let's head to the basin.

We can't make it to the basin.

We can't go back.

Oh, my God. We're trapped.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Shh, shh.

Listen. Listen.

A helicopter.

It's Cabe.

Hey!

They're never gonna see
us through the smoke.

Flashlights. Flashlights!

Hey!

I don't see anybody.

- You?
- Not yet.

That fire line to the west

is cutting off any
route into that basin.

Wherever they are,
they are not making it to the clearing.

Sir, soot can choke our engine.

Respectfully,
there is no point in all of us dying.

We need to go, sir.

Hey!

Come on!

Pete, Pete, Pete. Her hand.

Give me the ring that you
were gonna put on that hand.

The engagement ring.
I need that diamond.

Give me the diamond.

Congratulations.

Toby.

What are you thinking?

We need to create
a signal flare.

And what is the one element

that we have in
spades around here?

That would be fire.

Exactly. And thanks to
Jimmy, we have boron.

Now, fires out there are burning
upwards of 4,000 degrees.

Boron melts at 3,700.

You insured that, right?

Boron also has a
deoxidizing effect...

on white gold, all of which

combine to form a
green plume of smoke!

Come on. Come on.

There!

Right there! A signal!

- Where?
- Right there! Green smoke!

They're still alive!
Turn it around!

Turn around!

Douse those in water and
hold over your faces.

This one's empty.

- So is my canteen.
- Oh, we're losing the signal.

Oh, God, this is it.

Happy, I'm not gonna apologize

for what I did earlier,
'cause I wanted to protect you.

By now,
I figured you'd know why,

but in case you don't
know, I want my last words

to have some meaning.

So, Happy Quinn, I am in love...

Perfect timing.

Let's go! Let's go!

Got our chopper 20 yards south!

Where's Sylvester?

I thought he was with you.

No, we left him
at the crash site.

Crash site got burned over, Walter.
Let's go.

Come on. Let's go, son!

We got to evac now!

We have to wait for Sylvester.

Fire's too close.

We got to go!

Not without our man!

I know Sylvester.

He thinks like us.
He will make it here.

And I'm not gonna
leave without him.

We can look for
him when we're back

up top again.
We need to go now, sir.

Negative! Not an option!

There! There! There! There!

Walter!

Put him down. Put him down.
It's okay, buddy.

Toby, he's lost a lot of blood.

All right, let's move out!

Sounds like they're getting
a handle on the fire.

Should have it
contained by nightfall.

Look, I know we've had some
close calls together, but...

today was extra dicey.

Aw.

You were worried about us.

In so many words, yes.

I'm glad you're all okay.

Guys, we're growing on him.

Softy.

Hey. Hey.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Please be careful with him.

Sylvester.

You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay.

You're one tough son of a bitch.

I'd be proud as hell
to call you my kid.

Lift.

Uh, it's just costume jewelry,
but it should do the job.

Hey.

Hey.

Got pretty intense out there.

Yeah. Big fire.

I wasn't talking about the fire.

People say stupid things
in the heat of battle.

Oh...

No, I meant it.

I chose in the moment
to live honestly,

and if you don't feel the same way
yet, I'm okay with it.

- You're confident.
- On this I am.

I'm confident enough
to make another wager.

What are the stakes?

If I win, you take me to dinner.

And if I win?

I take you.

What is all that?

It's something that
Toby's been working on.

I got to give the kid more work

if he's got time
to draw cartoons.

Hell of a day.

Ridiculous if you
think about it.

One man's belief
in romantic love

destroys a helicopter,
400 acres of forest,

nearly kills a dozen people.

Heart wants what
the heart wants.

Heart is a circulatory muscle.

Nothing more.

Spoken like someone
who's never been in love.

Hope that changes for you one
day, pal.

Take care, Walter.

Ugh, it's cinnamon. It's awful.