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Hello, keen viewers.

My name is Walter O'Brien,
and you are watching

the seminal episode
of Walt's Whiz Kidz.

Now, today, we will be
learning the most basic

concepts of physics:
acceleration, deceleration,

velocity, gravity,

Newton's laws of motion,
thermodynamics, impact force...

What kid besides Ralph is
gonna understand all that?

Now we will be doing this via
the classic egg drop experiment.

I have already explained
the aforementioned concepts

to our Whiz Kidz, who are going
to use homemade contraptions

to protect their eggs
from a 12-foot drop.

Ready, Whiz Kidz?

Ready!

Okay!
Ready!

Okay, let them drop!

Okay, cut, cut, cut.

Why is Ralph the only one
getting this?

I told you, it's so simple.
You increase

the egg's drag
to generate friction,

turning its kinetic energy
into heat

to combat gravity,
reducing its

acceleration over the longest
period of time possible

to reduce the impact
when it hits the ground, okay?

Okay, let's try again.
Take six.

Wayne, did you just
write “gravity”

on your egg and drop it?

Huh?

Everyone just calls
him “Meatball”.

You sure you want Walt hosting
your public access science show?

Well, I got the funding for it.
I can't be the face of it, too.

Conflict of interest.

Yeah, good luck.
I got to go.

I got to pick up Allie
for a little R, R and R.

What's the extra “R” for?

Romance.

Here you go, mister.
Oh, Meatball!

Haven't you ever heard
of salmonella?!

Patty, what are you doing?

Taking PR pictures
for your reelection campaign.

Reelection?
I just had an election.

That was a year ago,
and it's a two-year term.

Time to start pounding
the pavement.

Already lined up an
endorsement meeting

with the powerful
library committee,

a photo op at the
Warlock's Chest, and

an interview with my old friends
at the West Altadenia Shopper.

If I spend all my time
campaigning, I won't be able

to advance
my anti-bullying platform,

or get funding
for my piezoelectric walkway.

You're finally starting
to get politics.

My schedule is so full up with
aldermanning and Scorpion,

I don't know
if I want to run for reelection.

Who cares what you want?

You've cut the town's
electric usage

by redesigning street lamps.

You lowered pollution
and commute time

by synchronizing
traffic lights,

and now you're producing
a science show for kids.

You're effective.

And I want
to graduate with honors,

and getting a nobody
elected twice guarantees it.

- Here's some more.
- Oh!

Seriously?!

Thank you for your time today.

Um, my latest chemical endeavor

harnesses the power
of the invisible

light spectrum
by creating a translucent,

luminescent solar concentrator

that is capable of
converting infrared light

into an electrical current...

Stop. Just stop. Investors

are not interested in the
science behind your invention.

But then, how will they know
what they're investing in?

They're either investing
in a winner or loser,

so just show them
how they make money.

If you can't explain it
to them in one sentence,

then they'll know which
of the two they're investing in.

Okay.

Then, with your investment,

I can make translucent
solar panels

to replace everyday windows
and cut energy bills.

There. Wasn't so hard, was it?

Okay. Thank you for your help.

Not a problem.
Good luck.

Oh, if you're looking

for more eggs, we're out.

Yes, that's 'cause Ralph is the
only Whiz Kid that I have here.

The rest are useless!

That means
they're just regular kids.

Be patient.

You mean, like you
were with Florence?

I heard you giving her notes
on her investor's speech.

A little harsh.

I was being direct...
to help her.

You sure it doesn't
have anything to do

with, um... us
kissing in my dream?

Wow, what an ego.

For the last time,
I am fine with your dream.

It all happened
when you were dying,

and Toby told me
it wasn't a big deal,

so it'd be illogical for me

to feel anything
but okay, right?

Good. Well, in that case,
uh, can I ask you a favor?

Mm-hmm.
I need eggs.

That's the last of them!

Lots of them.

Not bad.

Not bad at all, Gallo.

You ready for a weekend of
no work, no cases, no Scorpion?

Sounds like a plan.

I thought we had the place
to ourselves.

So did I.

Then what? A... a prowler?

Wait here.

Don't
move, scumbag.

Toby?

Cabe, what are you doing here?

I'm on vacation.
What are you doing?

You got to get out of here. Ju--
g-get the hell out of here, man.

Okay, perv, I put it on...

Weekend ruined.

No, no, no! No, no, no!

Don't take it off!

Congratulations, Cabe.

You got her out of that outfit
faster than I ever could've.

What are you doing
in my lighthouse?

Your lighthouse? We booked this.

I've been talking about bringing
Allie to this place for weeks.

No duh. It sounded so good,
we booked it, too.

Not for this weekend,
you didn't.

It says right here

that it's our lighthouse today,
the 22nd.

Well, I got confirmation...

Crap.

The 27th.

Happens to the best of us.

Don't let the door hit you
in the ass on the way out.

Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, wait.
Can we-we trade the dates?

This weekend's
kind of important.

More important than two geniuses
populating the Earth

with a superbaby?

Just hear him out.

The mood's already killed.

Are you proud of yourself, Cabe?

She's in normal clothes now.

Normal clothes.

I didn't mean to bust up
your Cleopatra/pirate story,

but now that it's over,
can you do me a solid?

I was really planning on telling
Allie that I'm in love with her.

You haven't told her already?

Assumed you had. You've been
going out for months.

I'm old-fashioned.

You're old everything.

The only gal I've ever said
those words to is my ex-wife.

I never thought I'd say them
to another woman again,

but since I almost went
to the slammer,

I'm not gonna hold back anymore.

You are lucky that my old lady
has a soft spot for you.

We'll, uh, just take our
procreation weekend on the road.

Okay, good. I owe you one.

You know, actually,

maybe you could lend us
one of your old FBI jackets.

For, um, reasons.

I get Patty's position, but
being an alderman is exhausting.

I mean, I-I haven't played
Fantasies & Frolics in weeks.

But I have things that I want
to accomplish. Dreams.

Seems everyone has dreams.

Some about their futures,
some about their neighbors.

I thought you were okay
with Walt's dream.

Toby said it was meaningless.

What the hell?

Let's go.
We need to move faster, people.

- Ralph's done already.
- Nice camera.

Huge improvement
over Johann Zahn's.

Huh? What?

Johann Zahn.

Inventor of the camera.

What about him?
I was cropping pictures.

Nothing.

Okay.

You almost finished
retrofitting your contraptions?

I didn't do it.

It's a power surge.

Here, stay away from anything
plugged in. S-Stay put.

- What's going on?
- Our cell network

and Internet are down.

Let's see.

Anyone on?

You got me, Toby,
Cabe and Allie.

And you've got Paige and Sly.

What-what are we dealing with?

For starters,
Cabe ruined our weekend.

Shut up. There was a flash,
now there's no power,

and there's not a light
source on the coast.

Whole sky's glowing green.

Is it some kind of attack?

No. The aurora that you're
seeing is the northern lights.

The fact that you're seeing it
in Southern California

is a sign that we've been hit

by a solar storm.

A what?

Sometimes there is
a plasma eruption on the sun.

Now, plasma contains
charged particles

that, when it hits Earth,

causes numerous issues
due to radiation

and geomagnetic-induced current.

This knocks out the power grid

and satellites,
GPS and cell towers.

Almost everything that was
plugged in when this hit

is fried beyond repair.

Last time this
happened was in 1989,

when a grid in Quebec was
knocked out for over six hours.

And that's nothing compared to
the worst solar storm on record,

the 1859 Carrington Event.

Grid was hit so hard that
all communication went offline.

And back then, it was
just telegraphs. But now?

We could be looking at a power
and communication blackout

that could last several years.

So how do we find out the extent

of this solar storm if we can't

call anyone or look up the news?

We could use a ham radio.

Uh, solar radiation knocks out
higher frequencies,

but we can still reach people
on lower frequencies--

the same reason why our comms
are still working.

Mm. Unfortunately,
I left my ham radio

and my Dick Tracy
decoder ring

back at my apartment.
Well, I have one,

in the garage, under the ramp,
in my solar storm go-bag,

next to my earthquake go-bag

and my financial collapse
go-bag.

I'll get it.

Sly, hey. Remember our talk
about the difference

between obsession
and preparation?

Guess which way
you're leaning, buddy.

Do you want a ham radio or not?

Here you go.

I'm scared.

I want my parents.

That's not possible, Melanie.

Traffic lights are out all over,

and there's gridlock
and mass confusion.

Oh, comics!
So there's a good chance

that you won't see
your parents for days.

Dude.

Walter, she's ten.

So she should understand
the concept of traffic. Ah, ha.

Here we are. Ham radio.

Now I just need to find
a monitored frequency.

Try 146.52.

That's a Homeland
emergency channel.

Hello? Anyone there?

Sir, this is
a government channel.

I need you to leave it
immediately.

Just give them
my badge number.

Homeland badge number 2-8-3-5.

Hold for verification.

Agent Gallo, how can we help?

Uh, this is actually
Walter O'Brien of Scorpion

working with Agent Gallo.

Now, he would like an update and
advice as to how we can assist.

We're still gathering Intel.

All of this is preliminary data,

but most of the power grid
and comms are down in SoCal.

Emergency services have
mobilized to get power back up

to the most vulnerable:
hospitals and retirement homes,

but if you want to assist,
we have an aircraft issue.

Well, major airlines
have backup systems

to maintain GPS
and communications,

so I'm assuming a private plane?

Correct. There were 25 smaller
craft in the process of landing

when the solar flare struck.

But we are missing one seaplane

that took off from
San Francisco at 5:30

with a flight
plan for L.A.

The pilot is not
instrument rated.

That means
he can't fly at night.

We believe his comms
and navigation

are down, which means
he's flying blind.

We are putting out
a million fires here at once.

Can you and Agent Gallo
handle this one?

Absolutely.

Uh, uh, Walt, hey.

We can hear the ham radio
over the comms.

Why would you agree to that?

It's an impossible task.

Because if we don't help,
who will?

Great, so all we have to do
is find a tiny seaplane

in the middle
of a pitch-black sky.

That's flying somewhere

between San Fran and L.A.

With no working instruments.

Before it crashes
or runs out of fuel.

But if we do our part, whoever's
on the stick, they'll do theirs.

Those flyboys have nerves
of steel.

Mayday, Mayday,
come in! Mayday!

I can't get in
touch with anyone.

No one can help us.

♪ Scorpion 4x14 ♪
Lighthouse of the Rising Sun
Original Air Date on Jan

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

So, what's the plan?

Okay, we have three tasks.

One: find the plane; two:
make contact with the pilot,

and three: guide him to safety.

Uh, how do we
find the plane?

The sky's a
pretty big place.

Okay, we know the plane
took off at 5:30

and FAA regulations require

pilots to stay at
their altitude

and en route if they
lose communication.

Sly, that should be enough to do
some quick math with that data.

Theoretically, but I can't
approximate the plane's locale

without its max speed,
its fuel and its weight,

stuff I normally grab
off the Internet.

But since the cell
service is down,

I don't think I can do that.

You need plane
data? Get in.

There's an aviation school
nearby that has info

on every aircraft,
standard flight patterns...

Ralph had a field trip there.

How many trips
does that kid go on?

Too many.

Great thinking, Paige.

Now, Happy, Toby, you'll need
to figure out a way

to get the lighthouse
up and running.

A small seaplane

will be flying close to shore.

Yeah, if we
light this candle

it'll be the brightest
object on a dark coastline.

- It'll be a beacon for the seaplane.
- Yeah, but we're out of power.

I may be able to get this
old dame up and running.

And I will find a way to
communicate with the pilot.

Once I'm done, I'll head
to the lighthouse.

You're not going anywhere.
You're the only adult

in a garage full
of scared children.

You need to watch them.

Oh, yeah, the ch-children.

Patty.

You're, uh, 18, 19?

Um, I'm 16.

Good enough. You're in charge.
Uh, Ralph.

Yes. Whatever you
need, I can help.

No, just listen to Patty.

She's in charge of the kids.

Okay, who likes arts and crafts?
I do.

Come on, Ralph, we're
gonna use pipe cleaners.

When they shut this place down,
they kept the components intact.

We get it power,
we get the light back on.

Shouldn't there be a generator?

Ah, looks
like they removed it

during the renovation, but I got
a way to juice this sucker:

Cabe's SUV.

Cars run on
direct current.

All this stuff is running
on alternating current.

They're not compatible.

I saw a brand-new fridge
in the kitchen.

It's got an inverter
to save energy.

I can extract it,

run it with the jumper
cables from Cabe's SUV

to the main power line for the
lighthouse and turn DC into AC.

Hmm, well, then we'll
no longer be “Back in Black.”

Huh?

You get it? DC/AC, AC/DC.

That's the title
of their hit song.

Just get the jumper cables.
Yes, dear.

Do you know what you're doing?

I've seen Happy do it
a million times

with a lock just like this.

You press the Flathead
against the tumbler,

give it a firm pop
with the palm of your hand.

Is that how it works for Happy?

Come on.
We'll send them a check.

Oh.

Wow, Happy makes
that look so easy.

Done, guys.
It's a pigeon.

With four legs.

Yeah.

Great job.

Walter, you got to
give me something to do.

Ah, okay. Hold the circuit board
steady while I solder this.

No, I mean something to
really help with the case.

Patty has me playing art class
with Meatball.

I need her to see me as a man.

But you're not a man.
You're 13.

Please. I'm dying over there.

All right.
You can help me with the launch.

What launch?

Okay, give me the speaker.

Great.

Now, you see, Whiz Kids,
what I did was match

the frequency of an
ordinary radio speaker

to the frequency of our comms,
which makes me and my team...

...what?

Magic.

No, not magic.
In communication

with our friend,
Birdroni, here.

Hey, Ralph. You
should handle this.

I have programmed the lighthouse
coordinates into the remote.

You might want to take
a step back for safety.

Aah!
What the hell?!

Sorry. Uh, I had
the remote upside down.

Yeah, I'll just take that.

Inverter's attached.
Got it.

You ready?

Pipe's open. Do your thing.

Okay, babe, hit it.

It worked.

One beacon up and running.

Now if we only knew where
to look for that seaplane.

Try between longitude 33.724

and .725 and
latitude -118.211

and .218.

Focus the lens of the lighthouse
in that direction

to attract the seaplane.

It's working.

What? We've already committed
breaking and entering.

I don't want to add vandalism
to my rap sheet.

Oh, smashing a glass door
isn't considered vandalism?

That was an accident

and vandalism is
an intentional crime.

Stop lawyering me and
figure out how much fuel

that plane has left if
it was full on takeoff.

Okay.

We're getting low on fuel.

Rachel, I am so sorry
I got us into this.

No, it's not your fault.

No, it is. I convinced
you to come up with me.

I-I talked you into it.

Look, there!

Is that a light?

W-Where?

Over there. Is that land?

Uh, one way
to find out.

Anything?

Not yet.

Happy and Toby have
been talking to Walt.

He sent Birdroni
towards the lighthouse.

He rigged it with
speakers and cameras.

If the plane heads towards us
and sees our light,

he can land the drone
onto their window

and establish communication.

Ambitious plan.

Guess we can only wait.

Yeah.

Hey, why don't I take over
for a little while?

Okay.

You ever work
binoculars before?

How do you think
I found you?

You know, uh...

while we're
waiting, I, uh,

there was something I wanted
to talk to you about.

Sure.

I, um...

Cabe! I think I see it.

Hey, Walt.

We've got a visual
on the seaplane.

Fantastic. Give
me the specs.

It's coming in
from my one o'clock.

- It's about 50 klicks away.
- Okay, speed?

Can't get a read on that.
Hey, I'm starving.

The altitude couldn't
be more than 500 feet.

Looks like he's heading
straight for the lighthouse.

These are burned.

You hear Cabe?
Yeah, I've got my comm in

and I've adjusted Birdroni.
Okay, give me the remote.

Come on,
you said I'd get another chance

to impress Patty.

Yeah, no, you did.
You got us this far,

but I need to land Birdroni
on the plane

and I can't leave that
to someone

who gets so nervous
around a girl

that he holds the remote
upside down.

Come on.

Thank you.

Okay, changing
Birdroni's course.

Arriving at the edge
of Sly's search grid now.

There it is. It's following
the light to the lighthouse.

Uh-huh. Sending
Birdroni in to land.

That's amazing
piloting, Walter.

Yeah, Walt. Great job.

What the hell is that?

I-In the moonlight.

It's a bird?

It's... it's a drone.

Hello. My name is Walter O'Brien
and I'm here to help you land.

Uh... good,

because I've lost most
communication and navigation.

I-I've got pilot controls,
but that's it.

Well, that's due
to a coronal mass ejection,

which sent protons...

Walter, simplify.

There's more
than one of you?

We are a team.
A natural disaster hit.

It damaged your plane.
We're here to help.

Um, tiny problem.

I don't really
have experience

flying at night.

Uh, I don't think I can land
without my guidance system.

I thought you flew
all the time, Griffin.

Well, with my dad who doesn't
know I borrowed his plane.

Look, I just wanted to take
you to L.A. for the weekend.

Hey, kid, weekend plans get
messed up all the time.

The main thing is we're trying
to get you home in one piece.

Now, I got a pilot here who can
talk you through the landing.

Okay, Griffin, we're gonna get
you to land on the water

right by the lighthouse
that you're headed to.

Um, one more thing.

I've only landed solo
a half dozen times

and always during the day.

Okay, it's simple,
just like your training.

Slow your descent,
keep the draft stabilized

and pretend the light
on the water is your runway.

U-Um, I'm kind of
freaking out a bit.

I don't blame the kid.
I'd be terrified.

We can hear you!

Hey, Griffin.

My name's Toby, I'm a doctor,

and I'm gonna calm you down.

I want you to breathe in
for four seconds,

then hold it for seven
and exhale for five.

You ready? Go.

What are you doing?

Relaxing.

All right, Griffin,
we just activated

your hypothalamus
to tell your pituitary gland

to send out neurohormones
that'll inhibit

stress-producing hormones

and trigger a relaxation
response in your body.

How you feeling now, buddy?

Better.
Great.

Now you just listen to
the beautiful voice

of my beautiful bride

and let your instincts
take over.

Okay, kid, pull on the
throttle and adjust your draft.

Walt, we're gonna need you
to keep an eye on the plane's

altitude and speed
via Birdroni.

Well, Griffin could be slower
and lower,

but his flow is perfect.

Oh, what a surprise,
Walter thinks Flo is perfect.

That's just beneath you.

Paige, I know bullies.

And a bully is someone
who picks on somebody

for no other reason
but their own insecurity.

That's what you're doing
to Florence.

You, Paige...
you're being a bully.

Okay, I see the lighthouse.

Okay, good.

Focus on the light
hitting the water.

Got a visual.

Okay, now reduce your
power, tilt your nose up

and begin your descent.

You got this?
We're gonna be okay?

Yeah, visibility's great.
I got this.

There you go.
Nice and easy.

What the hell?!

Uh, okay, you've hit something.

Pull up.
What happened?

You need to gain altitude.
You're gonna hit the bluff.

Griffin, full throttle!

Pull up, pull up!

Their float must have
hit some flotsam.

Okay, binoculars.

But is the plane okay?

Can we take another
run at landing her?

Uh, don't worry about it.
We'll get you down in a jiffy.

Okay, their float is toast.

Without it, there's no way
to land the plane.

Okay, Griffin,
stay in a holding pattern,

we'll be with you in a second.

We have an inexperienced pilot

in a seaplane
with a missing float.

And no navigational systems.

And no pancakes.

Seriously? Now?

I'm growing.

Oy.

So a water landing is
no longer an option.

According to my calculations,
they're gonna run out of fuel

in less than 30 minutes.

So, ideas?

How 'bout not
burning them this time?

How 'bout you stop talking?

Walter, don't talk
to a kid like that.

Why don't we do
a plane-to-plane transfer?

It's risky, but it's
been done before.

What, scramble a jet
and pull it off

with a couple of terrified kids
in the pitch black?

There's not enough time
for that.

Are all those people
gonna die?

Probably. Ow!

Uh, maybe.

Ow!

You're supposed to use eggs.

Well, you broke all the eggs.

Oh...

Hey, I'm still hungry.

Guys, are you still there?

Where else would we be?

Well, can we take another
shot at landing the plane?

Uh, not exactly.

You lost a float
when you hit some debris,

so a water landing now would

flip the plane over,
killing you both.

Oh, God!
But it's okay--

you don't want to land,
you want to crash.

Wh-- I'm gonna disagree
with you on that one.

Okay, I think what
Walt is suggesting

is a controlled crash.

It's very common in
the aviation world.

We will do everything to
make sure that you land

as comfortably as possible.

How are you gonna
make the ground comfy?

It's just like
the egg drop experiment.

We increase
the plane's drag...

To create friction
between it and the air.

Converting its kinetic energy
into heat...

So it decelerates...

And turns into gravity!

No.

What the hell does
that even mean?

Walter! Language!

Okay, so we're the egg.

How are you gonna catch us?

Delicately.
Now, first, Sly and Paige

are gonna find a map
showing the flattest

stretch of nearby land
for our runway.

On it.

And Sly will calculate the
necessary speed and angles

for the crash
while the lighthouse team

builds a crash zone
to slow the plane

over the maximum amount
of time possible.

Doc, you and Allie
keep flyboy calm.

Cabe, let's see what
we've got to work with

in the boathouse.

Okay, according to Griffin,

this is everything
that's on the plane

It's not an exact match,
but it's close enough.

Picnic basket, candle,
sleeping bag.

Someone was planning a romantic
night under the stars.

These are the cockpit's
dimensions.

Okay, we need to use
the items on the plane

to cushion cockpit impact.

Like stuffing a turkey.

Not really.
Well, yeah, kinda.

Did you make those pancakes?

Someone had to
take care of us.

Make yourself useful
and blow up that raft.

Okay, just
make yourself useful.

Hold that lantern higher.

Sheesh, grumpy.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Just not how I thought
my, uh,

lighthouse trip
would work out.

Preachin' to the choir.

I know, but I am trying
to make a baby,

and it is not happening.

It's getting to me.

It'll be all right, kid.

I don't want to talk
about me anymore.

How about you?

Did you drop the, uh, L-bomb

on your little alley cat yet?

Let's keep looking.

And to answer your question,
no, I haven't told her.

Saving the lives of two
kids takes precedence.

You could have told her
months ago.

You're scared she won't
say it back.

She will.

So just man up and,
uh, don't be a wuss.

Yes. I think I just found
our plane catcher.

Oh!

Should I get Cabe?

Sometimes you're not
the most... graceful.

I'll have you know I was
voted best tumbler

at P.S. 90 in Brooklyn.

Oh... oh!
So, what's up there

that's worth
breaking your neck over?

Emergency landings have a high
probability of starting fires.

I want to help prevent that.

Okay, but I'm looking at
a fire extinguisher right now.

That's a Class-A extinguisher.

Fires involving liquids
and gases,

that'll just spread
the flames.

But the lighthouse was built
with a Halon

fire suppression system.

Okay, now we're ready
to play fireman.

Good, 'cause we found
our runway.

Just west of the lighthouse
is a one-kilometer stretch

with no slope that terminates

between the lighthouse
and the boathouse.

Okay, that'll work.
We can use the palm trees

as pick points
for the fishing nets.

Fishing nets?

Stretchy nylon nets.
They have a lot of give.

They better, because
I'm done with the math.

Griffin and Rachel are going
to experience 40 Gs of force

when they crash.

Ten Gs is on the higher end
of the survivable scale.

Industrial nautical nylon
can cut down the G forces

by, say, 20,
but we still need to lose

another ten Gs,

or else they'll die.

Whiz Kidz, let's do this!

We got it-- the raft
absorbed 10.02 Gs of force.

Okay, sweatshirts,
sleeping bags...

And don't forget
the picnic basket.

Wicker's pliable.

Every bit of force
absorption counts.

Now, inflate the raft.

You'll only have a few seconds
to move it into position

- before the crash.
- All right, got it.

Okay, I-I see the
stretch of grass.

That lady said one kilometer.

It looks a lot
shorter than that.

It is what we said it is,

so just relax and
line it up with the net,

lower your speed,
and land on your belly.

Yeah, that's not happening.
We need another plan.

There's no other plan,
and this will work.

I'm out. I'm sorry,
but I didn't sign up for this.

I just wanted

a nice weekend with Rachel.

See the Hollywood sign,
the Santa Monica Pier.

And after everything
was perfect...

...I'd ask her
to be my girlfriend.

Ooh, like Ralph and Patty.

Wait a minute,
you took Rachel

on a moonlight plane ride,

and she's not even your girl?

She's been my best friend
since first grade.

I was gonna ask her tonight,
but...

Everything's a mess.

Look, Griffin, come on, man,
you're too much in your head.

You gotta put aside
all thoughts of Rachel

and focus on the task at hand.
Wrong!

You've been waiting on this
since grade school?

Get over it already.

You're scared that she won't
say it back, but she will.

Now man up and quit
being a wuss and tell her.

At least, that's the advice
that I got.

Advice on what?

On you.
I'm in love with you, okay?

I was gonna
tell you proper

when this is all over, but...

I'm head over heels
for you, kid.

I love you, too.

Okay, Griffin,

my cards are on the table.

It's your turn.

Rachel, I need
to say something.

Hey... um...

Rachel, you've been
my best friend

since we were six years old.

I've been in love with you
since we were seven.

If we're gonna die,

I don't want to die
without you knowing,

so, uh...

now you know.

I've known since we were six.

I love you, too.

Attaboy.

Now you got something special
to live for, don't you?

Yes, sir, I do.

Okay, making my approach.

Is that him?

Uh, yeah.
He's going too fast.

Griffin, lower the speed.

I'm trying,
but the flaps aren't responding.

Wha-- checking them now.

I know what Happy would say
if she saw this.

I'd say “not good.” What is it?

Well, when the float broke,

a shard must've have hit
the flap

and damaged it. We can't fix it.

- Then we're stuck up here.
- Not for long.

I've been keeping a tab
on you guys.

You're gonna run out of fuel
in ten minutes.

Okay. We have about ten minutes

to figure out
how to land a busted plane

before it runs out of fuel.

We can't just sit here

and watch them circle
until they crash.

Excuse me?

No, not now.

But I have a question.

The brownies are in
the cabinet, okay?

Not my question.

What I was gonna ask is, if you
know the plane's gonna crash,

why not leave the plane?

Wayne, now's not a good time.

No, hold on. Meatball might have
a point. Uh, g-go on?

You can catch them like an egg
in an egg toss.

What?

Or not.

I'm not sure.

Meatball, you are brilliant.

Hey, Walter, you're talking
about human beings

plummeting to Earth, not eggs.

I did it from a space capsule.

Yeah, but these guys don't
have a body of water

or a torpedo to
break their fall.

They just have a fall
to break their neck.

Wrong.

If we flip the nets from facing
the ocean to facing the sky,

then it should have enough give

to catch them
without killing them.

Wha-- no, that is insane.

That's never gonna work.

It did work.
In 2016, a daredevil jumped

from 25,000 feet,
without a parachute,

and landed in a net
suspended off the ground.

Right, well, that-that jump
was planned well in advance.

These kids can't jump a second
too early or a second too late.

Sly, you up for this?
I don't know.

There's too many variables.

Wind speed, altitude,
wind direction.

I need real time data,
and I can't get that information

from any book.

T-The lighthouse doubled
as a weather station.

The equipment's
still functioning.

Allie, little help?

I'll get the other end
of the net. You get this end.

Uh, what about us?

You need to prepare
to put the plane into a stall.

It's the only way to get
your speed close to zero

relative to the ground.

Just pull on the stick
until the nose is perpendicular

to the ground,
so that there's no lift,

and the plane will fall back
to Earth.

Okay, uh, we got numbers.

Wind speed's
three miles per hour.

The temperature is 62 degrees.

Wind direction, Allie?

Uh, north by northwest.

Okay, almost there.

Griffin, you need
to stall the plane

200 meters north of the net.

All right, pointing the lantern
at the net now.

Net's up and we got over
seven feet of stretch!

Good, because
we're running out of fuel.

Making my approach now.

Okay, Griffin?

Two things to keep in mind.

One, you'll have to tie off
the stick,

and you'll only have
one second to jump,

and you can't be fiddling
with the controls.

I can use my belt.

And two, you guys have to jump
at the same time.

If you don't,
whoever lands first will get

all the net's stretch,
and whoever lands second...

They'll be Humpty Dumpty.

We've been in sync
for a long time now.

We can do this.

Let's get these lovebirds
on the ground

so they can smooch already, huh?

We should get down there.

Birdroni's numbers say
Griffin should pull up...

Now!
Now!

Now.

Okay, stick's in place!

Go, go!

The plane stalled!

Get ready to jump on my count.

Three, two, one.

Go!

Man, this is tense.

Quiet.

I-I used to get nervous waiting
for a pop fly to come at me,

but this is ridiculous.

Shh!

Ralph, plane?

Fell a few hundred feet
and caught an updraft

and glided out to sea.

Guys on the ground should
have a visual any moment now.

Ugh, this is too
tense, even for us.

Hang in there, big guy.

Thank you, Meatball.

You know what? Thank you all.

I have not been patient today,

and you've all comported
yourselves admirably,

despite my failings.

You've even helped.

True Whiz Kidz.

You okay?

We convinced two healthy teens
to jump out of a plane.

Is that even legal?

There!

That's them?

Are you sure?

They're so... tiny.

They're getting bigger fast.

Hey, where are you going?

Look, I trust Sly's math
and all, but if he's off,

this is not how
I want to go out.

Crap, that really is them.

Are they okay?

Yes!
Oh!

Congrats, Sly!

Okay.

I feel like that's over now.

No, it's not.

Man, what a first date, huh?

That kid's got game.

So do you.

Not now.

We got to take the net down.

That's what happens
once you're married.

Hello, keen viewers.

My name is Walter O'Brien,

and you're watching
Walt's Whiz Kidz.

Now, today we'll be using
the classic egg drop experiment

to demonstrate
what principles of physics?

Creating drag to reduce
the force upon landing.

That's exactly right.

Now, we will be right back
with you

to walk you through the steps.

But remember,
if you have a science problem,

don't take just any old kid
along with you to help.

Take a whiz.

Um... s...

Well said.

Thank you, Toby.

And...?

Hello, everyone.

I go should see
how Patty's doing.

Yeah, I should pack.

Yeah, I don't make excuses.

I have
positive news.

After the electricity
came back on,

I was able to teleconference
my investors.

I was direct, as you suggested.

And they've agreed to fund me.

Florence, that's wonderful.

Well, I owe you thanks.

And I-I owe you an apology.

I was, I was a bit short with
you, and I shouldn't have been.

Yes.

I noticed.

I was worried that maybe
I had offended you.

No, you didn't.

You did nothing wrong.

I was upset
about something else,

something entirely not your
fault, and I took it out on you.

That is illogical.

But I'm relieved.

I don't have
many friends,

and I thought
you had become one.

I have.

Splendid.

Well, I'll see
you tomorrow.

Great. Thank you.

Checked in with
West Altadenia.

Like L.A. county,

they've got cell towers back up,

and expect full power
by morning.

Excellent. And the Whiz Kidz?

Melanie and Tracy are home,

and Meatball's calling his dad
from the trailer.

Great job, guys.

I was just wrangling the kids.

Ralph really helped, though.

Oh, no. Everyone contributed.

Even Meatball.

I think you make a good team.

Maybe Ralph could
help you running

my reelection campaign.

Y-You'll run again next year?

Our science club just helped
save two lives.

We're making a difference.

You up for being my
assistant campaign manager?

It'll be really long hours

working together.

You have the time?

I-I'll make the time.

Excelsior.

Now, how about some
celebration milkshakes, huh?

- Yes.
- Paige?

I'm taking the kids
to Kovelsky's.

- Be back in an hour.
- Uh, bring me a chocolate?

You hiding back here?

No.

Yes, you are.

You're hiding because the woman
you dreamed about

and your crazy girlfriend
were talking.

And if I were you,
I'd hide, too.

You would?

Yep.

Okay.

Because I was unreasonable.

And insecure.

And wrong.

Walter, I saw two teens today
trust each other

with their lives,
jumping as one,

so I should easily be able to
trust you with a stupid dream.

The dream wasn't totally stupid.

Okay...

When I was almost dying,
my subconscious knew

t-the only way out

was to find you.
I-I trusted you

to bring me back
from the brink of death.

And I trust you.

You know, Sly and the kids
won't be back for an hour.

Hmm.

My father says
that the solar flare

messed with
the wiring

in his electric car,
so I'm sleeping over.

Damn it.

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