All language subtitles for SCORPION - S01 E21 - Cliffhanger (720p - Web-DL)

WALTER: 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.

WOMAN: Wedding's coming up soon.

We need to give
people time to shop.

MAN: I hear what you're saying,

but I really don't ever
see us using china.

Your parents have
beautiful wedding china.

That they never use.

Well, we need to
register for something.

Okay. Well, there's this
really cool NFL chess set.

QB's the king,
cheerleader's the queen.

Never... ever...

(whispers): never.

China it is.

That's my boy.

Ready to roll?

(beeping) Yeah.

Okay.

System up and running.

Diagnostic clear.

Good to go, Sarah.

(whooshing)

Hooking up O2.

Go for oxygen. Okay.

(over speaker): 12 hours

since reactive agent was added
to the phosphate compound.

Reading off weights.

Dish one: 2.2 ounces.

Dish two:

2.2 ounces.

Dish number three... (beeping)

Babe, your O2's dropping.

Correct manually?

Yeah.

How's that?

No increase.

You know what, Sarah?
I'm getting...

- dizzy.
- Okay. Step out.

(beeps twice)

Babe, the door

won't open.

(beeping)

Door won't respond.

I'm having trouble breathing.

Sarah...

(alarm blaring) Jim,

sarin gas is leaking in from
Tox Storage through the vents.

No, no, no.

Do not remove cover!

Your lab's filled
with nerve gas!

Hold on!

(alarm continues blaring)

This is Sarah Jacobs in Zone 1.
We have a breach

in the lab, and Jim is in there.

Somebody help us!

Come on, Ferret
Bueller, stand up.

Good boy.

Look at that...
He thinks he's people.

HAPPY: When are we ditching

- this weasel?
- You don't like pets?

I wasn't talking
about the ferret.

How long are you gonna punish me

for sleeping through our date?

What's your lifespan?

(engine revving)

- TOBY: Elia's popping in?
- Good!

You're here!
Hope you don't mind me

stopping by unannounced.

(sighs): Wanted
to give you this.

You saved my daughter...
I can get you a little something.

- Come on, open it up.
- Okay.

Wow. A DC magnetic
coil for my rocket,

- circa 1987.
- A bit rusty.

28 bucks, retail.

- But it comes with something else.
- Tetanus?

This.

Excuse me?

ELIA: I was eating
breakfast, and it hit me.

The work you're
doing on your rocket

isn't that much different than
the engine in the Ferrari.

Air and fuel intake results in a
propulsion of the piston heads...

That is, in theory,
what I'm doing with my propulsion chamber.

How cute... they're finishing
each other's sentences.

Thought you should
drive it around for

a little bit,
get a feel for what you're building

on a smaller scale...
But not that much smaller.

You're giving him a
half-million-dollar car

to help him with
his science project?

It's just a loaner.

Though...
truth is, well, I got nine

of these things and I
never drive them, so...

you might want to hold
on to it for a while.

Walter,
he's trying to poach you.

- This is just a "thank you."
- Lying billionaire says what?

- Huh?
- Close enough.

Guys, don't ruin this for me.

I already offered Walt a job,

and he turned me down...
He's happy here.

(phone buzzes)

My driver has arrived.

Walter,

enjoy the car.

We'll talk soon. Guys, say hello

- to the rest of the gang for me.
- Hey,

give my best to the Illuminati.

- Thank you. Thanks...
- Okay, this car has

strings attached.

And those strings will
fly off once I'm driving

at 190...

- miles an hour.
- What's that?

- Trouble.
- Ralph.

Come check out this engineering.

Why is your kid in
the monkey suit?

Picture day. He's so cute...
He wanted to pick

- the outfit himself.
- There, look at that.

You don't see what's
going on there?

- Mm, no.
- Hey, Ralphy-boy,

could you do Uncle Toby a
favor and take off that jacket?

You don't want to
get grease on it.

You better roll up those sleeves,
too, buddy, just to be safe.

Congratulations,
you're raising Walter.

Oh, God.

Ralph!
Ralph, my action figure is here!

Be thankful...
Ralph could be emulating him.

It came in this morning.

It's very rare.

A silicone rubber,
composite prototype

of the original Super
Fun Guy action figure

from the 1970s.

Tomorrow morning,
I'll be receiving

the rest of the
gang: the Giggler,

Sir Jokes-A-Lot, Zany Zoey,

the entire team!

Just like us.

Cool, but...
I'm not really part of Scorpion.

Hey, hey, of course you are.
You helped us crack

that video game that
caught those bad guys.

You-you hacked that
Japanese warship.

You're a very,
very important part of the team.

And, Ralph,
that's why this one is for you.

He can't have that.

It's okay, I have, like, four.

- Thank you.
- Okay, off to school. I'll take that.

Ralph.

PAIGE: Race cars?

Collectible toys?

You guys spoil him.

- TOBY: Can I drive the car?
- Nope.

♪ ♪

The neurotoxin research
facility right outside of L.A.

Something tells me I'm not
gonna like what's in this file.

Someone took over the
building this morning.

It's computerized to the hilt.

Whoever hacked in
has total control.

Bulletproof security doors,

labs where the nerve
agents are stored,

and a ventilation system
that could spread gas

throughout the facility,
killing everyone who's trapped inside.

How many?

23 very scared scientists.

One of whom... Jim Stone...
Has been locked in a room

that the hacker
filled with sarin.

And he's keeping Stone's O2
levels in his Hazmat suit

so low, he's barely breathing.

So, if Stone keeps the
suit on much longer,

he runs out of air,
and if he takes it off, he's dead.

It gets better.

Our little Baghdad
bombings from '97

have come back to
bite us in the ass.

How?

Hacker wants the president
to disclose on live TV

everything about the
bombings we never released.

How we missed our
intended target

and killed 2,000 civilians,
how we covered it up.

Commander in Chief cannot
concede to threats.

- We have any leads on this guy?
- Homeland hasn't been able to trace

the e-mail communiqué
that's been coming in to HQ.

Bouncing off servers
all over the world.

All we know is that it
came in from a cell phone.

Time frame?

Perp wanted POTUS on the
air within 90 minutes

or we'd be sorry...
That was 40 minutes ago.

So get your team
to the site ASAP.

The media already has
wind that something's up.

Before you know it,
it'll be a circus.

NEWSWOMAN: After the '95 Tokyo
subway sarin gas attacks,

the United States created
an anti-neurotoxin program

that resulted in the lab
that is now under siege.

We are more than an
hour into this takeover.

Now, experts claim if any
of this neurotoxic material

were to aerosol out
of the facility,

it could possibly kill
thousands of Angelenos.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Credentials?
CABE: It's all right.

She's with me.

The five zones of the
building run east to west.

Some larger,
with free access to multiple rooms.

Other zones are mostly laboratories.
There's a vent system

linked to a server, so air flow,

including the release of
nerve gas into the vents,

could be manipulated.

We got Hazmat on standby,
and they're ready.

My God, what a nightmare.

TOBY: As this poor guy, Jim,

already learned,
his O2 levels are at the bottom rung.

We need to figure
out a way in ASAP.

I can rig a charge to blow
through that door in five minutes.

SWAT LEADER: No go.
All doors are computer-controlled.

We breach 'em,
the hacker sees this on the system,

and instantly releases the gas.

It's not just the door
that won't let us in...

Whoever hacked this lab
set up some sort of block

that I've never seen before.
I can't even get

within a mile of the network.

The hacker's 90-minute deadline

is practically up, and,
uh, we will not be able

to regain control in time.

- You think or you know?
- I know.

We're in the dark right
now as to how he got in

and what he's doing
to keep us out.

I'm also, um...

I'm concerned from an
efficiency standpoint

that my personal
connection to the case

might affect my ability to solve
it, so...

What's happening right
now, it's not your fault.

I designed the software
used for the bombs.

The bombs killed the civilians.

The hacker wants revenge
for those deaths.

I'm in the DNA of this
thing, Cabe.

No, you're not.
(sighs) You were just a kid.

The blame lies with me.

Now, right now we got a job to
do, okay?

MERRICK: HQ's getting
another e-mail.

"I told you what I wanted.

You've given me nothing.
Time's up."

Three sentences...
issue, application, conclusion.

He's using the language
of someone who's

- about to take action.
- Something's wrong, guys.

SARAH (over speaker): Oh, God,
Jim, just hold on, okay? Hold on!

I'm gonna try to
override the system.

The hacker's cut off his oxygen.

SYLVESTER: She can't override the system.
We're helpless.

Come on!

Sarah...

He can't breathe.

Turn it off.

Cabe! Turn it off!

SARAH: Jim, no, hang on, okay?

(gasping breaths)

It's not working! Damn it!

JIM: I have to open my mask.
I can't breathe.

No! Oh, God, Jim, hold on!

Do not remove your helmet!
Just hold on!

He takes that off,
he's dead in seconds.

Don't take off your helmet, okay?
Hold on...

(takes deep breath)

(alarm continues blaring)

(sobbing): Jim!

Jim!

(Sarah continues sobbing)

NEWSWOMAN: Tensions are high as
the unfolding hostage situation

has now become a murder scene.

With the victim's
body unrecovered

and dozens still trapped inside,

the question
everyone's asking is:

What are the
authorities going to do?

Hacker's now saying that
everyone dies in 60 minutes

if we don't give
in to his demands.

- We got to get in there now!
- Yelling doesn't help.

I don't even have a
digital foot in the door.

He basically made the
entire system invisible,

and I don't know how.

CABE: Structural?

Well, the third time I've
been through the blueprints...

No weaknesses.
Unless we can un-hack

those security doors,

- we're not getting in.
- She's breaking down.

TOBY: At a base
level, we're feeling

the same frustration as her...
Outside looking in.

Helplessness is a
destructive emotion.

Wait, wait, wait.
Stop, stop, stop.

Outside looking in.

We need to do that.

We need to look into the building...
right now

we're out here trying to jump

on an external network signal...
But we can't.

Maybe that's because
the problem is internal.

Like an actual physical compromise
to the building's internal server.

The hacker's been manipulating

a system he did not design.

He could've overloaded
certain portions of it,

like burnt circuits,
wiring, and if that's so,

that's why we can't get into
the system from out here.

Fried hardware. We fix it,

we can get control of the system

and then we can retake
control of the building.

Exactly. Now, we need to search
the blueprints for the server hub.

Gallo.

Just got off

the horn with the White House.

Bodies dropping is bad press,
but POTUS still can't be

puppet-mastered by some thug.

So they found a middle ground.

An appeasement?

We're gonna release all intel

related to the Baghdad bombing

in a massive document dump,

everything from
combat weather reports

to supply requisitions.

So it looks as if
it's a run-of-the-mill

declassification of records.

Based on what the
hacker's looking for,

is it necessary to
release all documents

from the Baghdad operation,

particularly certain
memorandum between you and I

a few days prior to the bombing?

We're mid-standoff,

and you want me to
cherry-pick out data

so you don't hurt
your relationship

with your little pal?

O'Brien is instrumental to
Scorpion and national security.

Anything that might
disrupt that...

I am Homeland Director.

So I will worry about what
disrupts national security.

Hey.

Have O'Brien meet me around back.
It's important.

What,
more demands from the hacker?

There are things about
Baghdad that you don't know.

What things?

Son, I was honest with
you when I told you

that I had no idea
the government planned

to use your technology
for munitions

instead of aid packages.

You were just a kid.
I would never have lied to you.

I already know this.

Son,
you know how I feel about you.

Cabe,
what are you trying to tell me?

Three days before the
bombs were dropped,

Merrick told me of
the true agenda.

You knew

they were gonna drop bombs?

Not at first.
Just three days prior.

And you never told me.

I was concerned that if I did,

you would disable your software
and sabotage the mission.

- That's exactly what I would have done.
- And you would've gone

to prison for doing so,
and I would've been tried for treason.

Son, I had no idea that
civilians would've been killed.

The target was an Iraqi leader.

Come on, Walter. Say something.

If you're done,
I have work to do.

TOBY: Right there.
Cam 23, bottom left. We got it.

Walt, where have you been?
We found the server hub in Zone 1.

PAIGE: Walter.

Are you okay?

Walter, you hear me?

What the hell is going on here?

Nothing. Uh, let me see...
let me see this.

(speaks indistinctly)

Okay.

Okay, excuse me.

Just a minute. PAIGE: Whoa.

What are you doing?

I'm calling Sarah.
She's the only scientist

in Zone 1.
If we're gonna save these people,

- then we'll need her help.
- Walter.

- What are you doing?
- She just lost her fiancé,

and you've got
something going on.

You want her to be able to help,

then she'll need to
talk to someone human.

(phone rings)

- Hello?
- Sarah,

I'm-I'm Paige Dineen.
I'm with the team trying

to help you out of the building.

I-I can't imagine what
you've been dealing with

or-or what you're going
through right now,

but if you and your coworkers

are going to get out of there,
we're gonna need your help.

We-we...
we were getting married.

We need to hurry. We need...

I know Jim loved you,

and he'd want you to be safe and
to get out of there and-and live

the rest of your life.
But to do that,

you'll need to get to
the server hub down by

the far west entrance.

And bring your cell phone.

We'll need to see each other.

WOMAN: Do you know what the word

"appropriateness" means, Ralph?

Suitable for a particular
purpose, person, or occasion.

In school,
do you think it's appropriate

to explain in detail the effects
nerve gas has on the human body?

- We were doing science.
- It wasn't

appropriate, Ralph. I know

everyone's in a tizzy
over what's going on

in the news, but we have

to keep it appropriate.
(knocking)

Excuse me, Principal Pastorneck.

You're needed in
Mr. Berger's class.

(sighs)

You stay here.

(door shuts)

(typing)

In addition to SWAT,
Homeland Security, and the FBI,

independent government
contractor, Team Scorpion,

is on the case.

Considering the stakes,
they'll need all hands on deck.

Okay, I'm here.

PAIGE: I'm putting you on
speaker so you can hear

from the rest of our team.

Hi, Sarah.

Um, can you open

the panel and point
your camera at it?

Great.

SYLVESTER: Nothing
out of the ordinary.

Oh, oh.
Okay, um, the large red cables

to your left, can you move them

to the side?
Let's see behind it.

Yeah. There it is.

Oh, boy. MERRICK: What?

I was right.
It is an internal structural problem,

but the wires weren't fried...
They were cut.

What do you mean "cut"?

Sarah, uh,
what is your system-check protocol?

I run a diagnostic
every morning at 8:15

once everyone's carded
into the building.

- And today everything checked out?
- Yes. No one's left since.

- Not good.
- PAIGE: What?

- What's not good?
- It was an inside job.

The person who cut the
wireless server cables,

the hacker,
is inside the building right now.

- Oh, God.
- Sarah,

I need you to remain
calm, all right?

We need you.

You're the only one
that we can count on.

All right, first things
first, we need to get you back

to your control room.
All the labs have monitors,

and if the hacker
sees you moving about,

checking the server hubs,

then that's bad news.

How do you know he didn't
see me on my way down here?

He would've killed you already.

What? It's true.

What is wrong with you?

Okay,
based on hallway dimensions

and security camera
points of view,

I can calculate the blind spots

along the way back
to the control room.

Come get me out!

- She's hysterical.
- Whoever

killed Jim

- is in the building with me.
- Sarah,

this is Agent Cabe
Gallo, Homeland Security.

You're gonna have to trust us.

If you keep calling
attention to yourself,

who's ever in
there will see you.

Now, you know that we can't

get through those doors.

Trust is the only way
this is gonna work.

So we trust you to get the job done.
You trust us

- to keep you safe.
- Just shut up!

Shut up. Shut up, Cabe.

- Walter.
- Sylvester,

get Sarah safely back
to the control room.

And, Cabe,

you do not get to tell anybody

to trust you ever again.

- Okay. Take it easy.
- You slip so easily

into asking people to trust
you when you want something

- from them.
- Walter,

- let's talk about this.
- No.

I'm not gonna be tricked
into believing you.

Not a second time.

So, Director,

we'll do everything that we can

to save these people's
lives, but...

once this case is concluded,

I want Agent Gallo off Scorpion.

I do not want to work
with him ever again.

TOBY: Uh, bro,

- let's take a breath.
- No, let's not take a breath.

I want Gallo out, or I quit.

End of story.

What just happened?

- Nothing important.
- It...

seemed important.
Very important.

Not more than saving the lives
of the people in this facility.

Starting with Sarah,

who needs you to get her
out of that control room.

Sarah, hug the wall to
your left and go to the...

Can we just clarify
that you're saying Cabe

- is no longer on the team?
- Consider it clarified.

Okay, so we know

that the hacker is sending
e-mails via cell phone.

Let's pull up surveillance
footage of a-a minute prior

to when we received each e-mail.

Look for, uh,
suspicious behavior.

That's gonna take a minute.

WALTER: Hey.

We have a job to do.

This is my job.

(siren chirps)

If he's asking me to
leave the premises,

I will not until the job's done.

Even if he'd said it,
I-I wouldn't pass it on.

I always knew I'd have to tell
him the truth about Baghdad.

He's not the only
member of this team.

He cannot make
unilateral decisions.

It's his worst nightmare.

And mine, too.

Which is why I tried to come
clean 50 times but I didn't

- have the guts.
- I will do

everything I can to help mend it.
Okay?

The last time took 16 years.

This may be it.

Paige. We may have something.

If you care to be kept apprised.

Go.

Okay, these are each
of the five zones

- of the building.
- The threatening e-mails

were received at
8:43, 9:39, and 11:08.

Just before each of them were
sent, this figure

ducks into a blind spot.

He goes beyond the
view of cameras.

He goes somewhere
we can't see him.

30 seconds later
we get an e-mail.

Okay, run the guy
against employee files.

SYLVESTER: Did Cabe leave?

Is he seriously gone?

He's outside.

Not going anywhere.

HAPPY: Okay. We are looking

at Dr. Simon Boyd.

- Neurobiologist.
- MERRICK: We can't go in guns blazing

on a guy just for e-mailing.

SYLVESTER: You shouldn't
go in guns blazing at all.

This guy works in Tox Storage.

From this office,
he has the ability to release sarin gas

into any test lab
in this building.

TOBY: Not just the ability

but the desire.
High profile event,

unattainable demands...

This is more of
a suicide mission

than a hostage situation.

HAPPY: If he's that
crazy, I can guarantee

he's hooked up the Tox Storage

to the entire
ventilation system.

From the specs,
it'd be simple to do.

All right, the only way to take
back the building and open the doors

is to get inside and replace
the server cable that was cut.

No one's been able to
get inside all morning.

Yeah, that's just because we haven't
thought about it hard enough.

There's always an answer...
We just need

- to find it.
- All the doors are locked,

and I'm assuming this perp...
If he is our perp...

Is watching the
surveillance monitors.

He is. He's got access
to all the same footage

that we do.
HAPPY: He's absolutely our guy.

Government records say
he started his career

studying the effects of
neurotoxin in Baghdad

16 years ago.
He returned from his trip to Jordan

to find his entire neighborhood

decimated.
Among the wounded was his

fiancée,
left comatose and on life support

until 18 months
ago, when she died.

Just before he
began working here.

When he started
studying the facility,

finding its weaknesses,
planning his revenge.

Okay, uh,
let's all put our minds toward

finding a way into the
building without passing

surveillance cameras
or opening computerized

doors or sensors.

I know there are lives at risk.

But you may be
exacerbating that risk

by sidelining one of the team.

- I can fill the gap. He's a distraction.
- He's a friend.

Okay, I got it...
level nine government research lab.

It's required to burn all its
documents because shredded

paper can always be
put back together.

In other words,
we go in through the incinerator because

- there's no surveillance on it.
- We'll have to go

past a flame burning
at roughly 750 degrees.

We hack the municipal gas line,
shut down the incinerator.

Uh, residual heat
will be intense,

so, uh,
we'll need heat-resistant suits

from the fire department.

How are you climbing down?

Rope will combust,
cable or chain could

weaken and break.

Guys, what did Elia
give me this morning?

- Everything short of an open-mouth kiss.
- A magnet. A magnet.

The vent's made of steel alloy.
We need magnets.

Powerful ones.

Those news guys weren't too
thrilled that we dismantled

their edit bays to
get these magnets.

Yeah, well, they'll survive,
the people inside may not.

- Sylvester, where are we?
- I've got good news

and bad. Which first?

- Uh, the good.
- Getting into the municipal system

was a cinch.
Their password is 1234.

The bad is,
this facility has its own

internal natural gas supply.
It's a fail-safe

in case heat-sensitive
experiments are left running

and the city gas goes out.

It will also restart
the incinerator.

- Shut down the backup, too.
- I could control

the backup if the server
cable was functioning,

- but it's not.
- How long before the backup

- reignites the incinerator?
- Three minutes

or 90 seconds,
depending on the model,

which isn't specified
in the blueprints.

Okay, we'll move fast.
Toby, suit up.

Toby, stay here.

Walter,

you're sneaking into
a facility controlled

by a madman.
If you were thinking

logically, versus emotionally,

the person going with you
would be carrying a gun

- and know how to use it. That's Cabe.
- I have to

go in with someone I can trust.
Cabe is deceitful and deceptive.

Okay, we'll talk later
about the number of times

he's proved otherwise.
Right now you cannot save anyone

if you're killed the second
you enter the building.

Consider the greater good.

All right.
Just say the word when you're ready.

My own personal invention:

a soldering pen,
or flip the switch...

and it cuts faster
than an arc torch.

You'll be able to patch the
network cable in no time.

These have a flux output of N52,

so it's gonna take all the
upper arm strength you've got.

It'll be just like
rock climbing.

On magnets. Down a...
blazing hot metal tube.

Why don't we get moving, okay?
Comm's in, everyone.

Got it.

Hey. Good luck.

Gonna need it.

Sylvester, kill the gas.

(grunting)

- Walter.
- Just keep

conversations to
the bare essentials.

How many times do we have
to save each other's lives

before you realize I'm not the
same guy that made that mistake?

I said only the bare essentials.

Grow the hell up. People might

die here today and you're
only thinking about

- yourself.
- Thanks to you,

I don't sleep.
Recurring nightmares...

You think you're the only
one that has those dreams?

You guys are gonna need to fight
later, because the incinerator

just turned back on.

Evidently we're dealing with
the 90-second model. Aah!

Our suits won't protect us long
under these new conditions.

We need to climb up and regroup.
(Grunts)

Walter.

My magnets are slipping.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
what's happening in there?

Excessive heat causes
atoms to speed up,

decreasing magnetic domains.
This

lack of cohesion

weakens magnetic force.

Cut the science lesson.
I'm headed toward a burning furnace!

Walter, I'm losing ground here.

WALTER: It's 'cause
you're heavier than me.

Guys, we got to come up
with a solution fast.

Okay, they can't go
down, we can't reach them

- to pull them back up.
- Through the side?

Just throwing ideas out, here.

No, no, that's brilliant. Walt,

the soldering pen.
Slide the handle switch to torch mode

and it should slice the vent wall.
Leading to what?

If there's a concrete wall
beside the vent it doesn't help.

And that is what's beside the
vent, unless you're

17 feet down from the
vent opening facing north,

where there is a crawl space.

Okay,
I put you about 15 feet down.

And, uh, north is toward me.

Okay. Okay.

I need a hand free
to operate the torch.

Come on, come on, come on.

Ooh, ooh. Oh.

Walter.

(grunting)

Walter,
I'm headed towards oblivion.

When you get to my
foot, grab hold

and I'll pull you up into the
hole when it's cut. (Grunts)

- My weight'll pull you down.
- So only grab hold of my foot

after I get a grip on the cut

inside the vent shaft.

All right, here we go.

(indistinct police
radio chatter)

Kid, where you going?

I'm part of the Scorpion team.

No, this is no place for you.
Come with me.

You sit in my squad car
until I can call your mom.

I got a schoolkid here.

(static)

WALTER: Aah!
The heat is becoming untenable.

Oh, geez. The vent temperature
is nearing 400 degrees.

Kid, I got a few seconds,
then you're gonna be out of reach.

- I need more time.
- I don't think we have any.

- And if that's the case, hear me out.
- I have no

intention of
listening to another

apology right now, 'cause we're

getting out of here.

Aah!

(panting)

Grab onto my foot.

- I can't reach it.
- Grab on to my foot, climb up.

I... I can't grab it.

(grunting)

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Come on, Cabe!

(both grunting)

Come on.

Climb up now!

Come on.

Get up. (grunting)

- Come on.
- They're in.

(coughs)

Thank you, Walter. Thank you.

We're not finished yet.

Sylvester,
lead us to the server hub.

Come on.

Simon's out of frame again.
I'm guessing he's about

to put our feet to the fire.

So to speak. (phone chirps)

Incoming e-mail.
"You have five minutes to prove

"the president will meet my
demands on live television

"or the hostages are dead.

You have five minutes
until I kill these people."

Walter and Cabe are
at the server hub.

It's up there, it's up there.

How long?

The server cable will be
repaired in 30 seconds.

Then Sylvester can regain
control of the building. Get to.

Zone 5, evacuate the
hostages, then Zone 4,

et cetera, et cetera.

Not to be the voice of doom, but

there's just over four minutes
until Simon releases the sarin.

And he's not looking
at the monitors, so,

Cabe, you need to move now.

Okay, I'll find Simon,
keep him away from the monitors,

and you evacuate the hostages.

The man's psychotic.
I handle the face-to-face.

You know the
evacuation protocols

better than I do. In two minutes
I could probably figure them out

and improve them, but it's time
that we don't have. Cabe, go.

Cabe, stay tight to the wall.
You need to hug the corner

to your left. In front of you
should be the door to the lab.

- The Zone 5 hostages are in that room.
- Hey, help! Get us out of here!

The server's repaired.

Sylvester, you should have
control of the facility.

I think... I've got it.
The building's ours.

One minute till he
gasses the building.

Walter,
you got to hustle to Simon

or I won't be able to
get these people out.

He's playing the role of
hostage, so you play your role.

Walter, he sees you.

Hey.

Who are you?

I'm with SWAT.

We're trying to figure
out a way to get

everyone out of here.

Simon's not facing the monitors.

Now, Cabe.

Everybody, move fast, move fast.

- How did you get in?
- I sawed a hole

in the wall of the
incinerator exhaust.

Alone?

One-man rescue team?

That's right. I'm a recon scout.

Those are the mechanical
overrides, Walter.

He can still release
the sarin gas

even though we have control
of the computer system.

Sly, open the door.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.
It's me you want.

I killed your fiancée.

I was responsible for
what happened in Baghdad.

You... are lying to me.

I was the programming
contractor who designed

the targeting system

for the bombs that
killed your fiancée

and everyone else.

It's me you want.

These people are innocent.

No.

No, what I want is
justice for Daliyah.

And that...
you can't give to me.

Gun.

You're not gonna shoot anyone.

You don't want there to be
any more casualties from today

from that bombing.

Now, you're distraught

over your loss. Simon, I get it.

But you're not a bad man.

Zone 3 is evaced.

I'm all clear here.
I got to go help Walter.

You keep evacuating the others.

Who are you talking to?

Give me that earpiece.

Now.

Now!

The world

is now gonna see
how she suffered.

Simon, listen to me.

Simon, stop!

He released the sarin.

Now I'm gonna take him outside

and kill this man on live TV!

- Move!
- Okay.

Uh, guys, the gas

is in Zone 5, which means you
have less than five minutes

to get out of the building.

Sarah, we have to go.

- I can't leave him.
- There's nothing you

can do for him.
Simon's released the gas.

If it's coming through
the ventilation system,

it kicks on zone by zone,

one at a time so it
doesn't overload.

What zone goes first?

5 down to 1.

Walter's in Zone 1.
How much time do we have?

SARAH: Only about a minute per zone.
Tops!

(indistinct shouting outside)

(speaks indistinctly)

By the time Walter
and Simon are outside,

I want sharpshooters on
the bluff across the street

and the rooftop on the other
side of the parking lot.

MERRICK: No way.

I'm three minutes away
from bugging everyone out

for a mile radius of here.

The incinerator's vent
has a hole that you made.

So once the gas is
released into Zone 1,

it can escape from the
vents and kill all of us.

What was that? Is that a person?

Where?

Middle camera, moving north.
There.

Oh, my God.

That's Ralph.

Ralph is in the building!

How the hell did
he get in there?

What is he doing in there?!

Paige, you don't know
where you're going!

Happy!

He's heading north into Zone 1.

What the hell is he thinking?

No idea, but he is crawling

into a vent shaft that
leads to the crawl space

that Walter and Cabe took from

- the incinerator vent.
- TOBY: Oh, man.

He knows that if that gas
is released in Zone 1,

it will escape through
the hole in the vent.

He's trying to save the city.

Oh, uh, Sly,
Walter fixed the server hub.

You shut down the
incinerator now!

I have spent my life
since the bombing raids

trying to atone for the deaths.

I will not rest
until I have saved

at least that number
that have died.

Please do not add any
more lives to that list.

It's already too late.

The incinerator is shut off.

But I can't see Ralph.
He's off the surveillance grid.

Once the gas is released into Zone
1, how long before

it escapes through
the incinerator hole?

With average seepage
rates, 48 seconds.

I'm calling an evac!

Kid, get off your ass, let's go.

You can go, I will not.

(indistinct shouting)

Come on, people, move it.
Let's go, let's go.

(grunting)

Sorry, Sylvester.

Ralph! Ralph!

Mom, I'm almost done!

He's melting the silicone
rubber to seal the hole.

That kid is brilliant.

Okay,
without a thermal fire suit,

even with the incinerator off,

the heat in the
vent is 128 degrees.

A kid at Ralph's
age won't last long.

Ralph,
you need to climb out right now!

Right now!

I'm begging you.

Please don't let
any more blood spill

over this Baghdad tragedy.

As soon as you step outside,
you're done, you son of a bitch.

Cabe,
we are running out of time.

There's only ten seconds
until the gas reaches Zone 1.

You're so concerned
for your own life.

Could you imagine if you
cared about other people,

thousands would still be alive.

I wasn't talking about my life.

I was talking about yours.

(grunts)

(gunshots)

Nice job, son.

Drop your gun! Drop your gun!

Kick it away!
I'll figure out a way

to get you out of there alive!

Listen to me!

I don't want you to die!

Two seconds, Cabe.

I don't want you to die!

Listen to me! Drop the gun!

I don't want you to die!

PAIGE: Almost, honey.

You're doing great.

- Oh, God.
- Sly, the incinerator!

Someone must've pulled
the server cable again

because everything reset!

Faster, Ralph! Climb faster!

Ralph, climb faster.
Come on, come on.

- Come on.
- Whoa.

- Ralph!
- The magnets!

Ralph, faster, climb!

I can't!

Lower me down. Lower me down.

- Whoa!
- Ralph,

grab my hand.

Lower!

Okay, pull me up!

Come on, I got you.

(panting): Come on. Oh, my God.

(panting)

What the hell were
you thinking?!

I had to help.
For the greater good.

I'm part of the team.

Oh, God.

Hazmat should have this
building cleaned up

and operative in a week.

Wrap it up.

Now let's discuss this, uh,
personnel change you demanded.

Hey, Walter!

Hey.

Hey, take care of him.

- We'll finish up tomorrow.
- Okay.

Let me see it.

Oh, that's the way
a champion looks.

Give me that. (grunts)

You did a great job.

(Walter speaking indistinctly)

Okay, buddy, let's go.

- Nice work.
- Was it?

I saw two more dead
added to the list.

Kid, what happened
when you were 16...

It's the worst thing
I ever did in my life.

I regret nothing more.

I'm not your kid.

Not anymore.

Fine.

Then I'll resign

from Scorpion
effective immediately.

WOMAN (on TV): Once again, the
government contractors known as Scorpion

have used their
incredible abilities

to save lives against
staggering odds.

One can only imagine the pride

and sense of accomplishment
they must be feeling right now,

and what's in store for this
unique group of geniuses.

Cabe will be coming
back for these...

Government case files.

For shredding,
just like our income.

We will survive, thrive even.

Is there really no way
that he's coming back?

I mean... ever?

Trust was our only bond,

and that's been
eroded way too far.

I don't like being a pessimist.

You're always a pessimist.

But him leaving...

Walt, it's...

not good.

How's the boy?

Uh, resting with his dad.

Walter?

Yeah.

I can tell that
you're, uh, concerned

about, uh, Cabe's, uh,
departure, but I, uh...

You know it wasn't him who
made this team coalesce.

It was you.

I don't think I can
be here anymore.

Can you repeat that, please?

Ralph...
admires you, worships you...

Uh-huh.

Copies everything you do,

including putting
himself in mortal danger.

I-I don't think
being here is safe.

Drew was offered

a coaching job in Maine.

I'm going to
recommend he take it.

And you'd go with him?

We would move to Maine, yes.

I appreciate everything
you've done for us.

Do you see what you're
sacrificing by leaving,

by taking Ralph away from us?

I have to think of his safety.

Earlier today,
you invoked the greater good

so that I would
team up with Cabe.

But do you just throw
that term around?

My son nearly died because
he wants to be you.

Is it so awful being me?
Being around me?

I just don't want
him to become you!

What is your solution?

Keep him in a cocoon?

Have him watch you move to
Maine to follow some guy

who's already abandoned you?
That's idiotic!

That guy is his father, Walter.

You are not. I... I have to go.

Good-bye, guys.

I don't need her.
I don't need Cabe.

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

Yeah!

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

Oh, oh! (tires squealing)

(crashing)

(thudding, glass breaking)

(debris clattering)

(crickets chirping)