All language subtitles for Scorpion - 02x05 - Super Fun Guys.DIMENSION.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

"Don't worry, Whimsical Boy.

"Dr. Power Pants
has been banished

"to the Intergalactic
Slacks Rack,

where he will be sent
to Suspenders Animation."

Get it?

Instead of suspended animation,

suspenders animation.

Very clever.

You seem tired.

Maybe we should save
the rest for Wednesday.

Yeah, I would love to.

Um, but I...

have a procedure scheduled.

What kind of procedure?

Deep brain stimulation.

My tremors
have gotten worse,

so they're gonna
put this--

The tip of an electrode into
the thalamus of your brain

and then connect that
to a pacemaker.

They're hopeful
it gives me a better

quality of life
these last few months.

Don't say that.

I thought geniuses like facts.

Not that one.

I'm nervous.

If they're off
by a fraction of an inch,

I could lose my vision,

my ability to speak.

Can you be there

when I come out of it?

I know it's silly,
but if I open my eyes

and I see you,

I'll be reassured.

I will absolutely be there.

It'll take a few days

for the doctors to know
if the procedure's a success,

so, please, don't tell anyone...

especially not Walter.

All right, jab-- one, two!

One, three!

All right, can't wait
for Toby to get here...

so he can watch
his twin sister box.

One, three, six!

Aah!

I told you to throw an uppercut,

and you threw a hook.

Correction-- I threw a hook
right through concrete.

Cabe, I think I'm ready
for a smoker.

Some church-basement,
amateur-hour slug fest?

Let me get in the ring.

You know these pillars
fight back in a smoker.

Don't get too excited.

That wall's water-damaged.

Seriously?

Not just the walls.

The pipe above my desk has been
dripping onto my workspace.

This is absurd.

If the collective IQ
of NASA scientists

had a baby with the brains
of M.I.T. researchers,

they'd give birth to us.

Yet somehow,
we work in a dingy garage

that is falling apart
at the seams.

It's a sham!

Or a mockery.

A shmockery.

Sounds like
this place is in need

of some serious
Ray-novations.

He's still here?

Luckily for you.

I'm gonna fix this place up.

The least I can do
for letting me live here.

Yeah, I think
I missed that vote.

Well, I'm off
for my morning constitutional.

Morning.

What's up?

We want to get out of this dump.

Well, that's not happening.

All my funds
have gone into my rocket

and Megan's research.

Hit up your billionaire pal Elia
for some cash.

That's inappropriate.

Okay, I have an idea.

Why don't you
guys kick in?

I'll give up equity in the
company for an influx of cash.

I just bought a '43 Harley
Knucklehead that's roached.

I am what you would
call cash-poor.

All my money is tied
up in comic books.

Two words--
race and track.

Wow.

Sounds like you guys
could use an influx of cash.

Who's ready to work?

Organized crime members in
Kazakhstan have obtained

a Soviet 1970s-era nuke.

They are preparing
to sell it tomorrow night

to the highest bidder.

Starting price-- 20 million.

And none of the potential buyers
are our friends.

Intel tracked
the missile

to an abandoned Soviet
naval base on the Ishim River,

containing 47 warehouses
on 100 hectares.

It's deserted, except for
the occasional security patrol,

but those guys are unarmed
private contractors.

We have no idea where
the missile is on this base.

So, you want the guys in the
flea-infested garage to find it.

That's fine.
Our fee is $5 billion.

Zip it.
Katherine?

Well, if Scorpion
can use their tech skills

to locate the building the
warhead is being stored in,

we can then send in a SEAL team

from neighboring
Kyrgyzstan

to take down these
sellers and disarm

and confiscate this weaponry.

Soviet-era buildings were
constructed

with lead and concrete,

so a Geiger counter
or thermography

won't help us find it.

Yeah, you said the, uh,
missile is from the '70s,

so we're probably dealing
with an R-400 Elbrus?

Very good.

Yeah, well,
I own a Russian rocket.

Anyway, the Elbrus
releases an electrical hum

in the 40 kilohertz range.

Humans can't hear it.

Dogs can't hear it.

But I could rig a sensor,
like a tricked-out microphone

that could pick it up.

Won't get the exact building,
but we can narrow it down

- to two or three.
- Yeah, and then we can

narrow it down from there,
so logic dictates

that whoever's hiding
the missile

will have a temporary
security system in place

until the sale is complete,

most likely
on a Wi-Fi transmitter.

Well, if we build
a strong Wi-Fi receiver

and get it close enough to a
cluster of suspected buildings,

then the bounce-back
of Wi-Fi signals

can map out the negative space
in the building like radar.

And we can see a general shape
of what's in the building

via reading software
on our laptops.

Okay, but how do we get
the tech into Kazakhstan?

Even a cursory profile
at customs

will show we're
government contractors.

You'll go in undercover
as a film crew

shooting behind-the-scenes
DVD footage

for a Hollywood production in
Kazakhstan for the tax breaks.

Here's the dossiers.

And they contain information
on the film production

and on your new identities.

Super Fun Guy?

They told the message boards
they were gonna be

shooting in Bulgaria
to throw them off!

But I knew the topography
of Bulgaria did not match

Super Fun Guy's
Temple of Chuckles!

Wow!
This is gonna be so much fun.

Hmm?
Excuse me, do you have enough

coverage for your son
until tomorrow afternoon?

Because you're gonna need to
be on point on this mission.

Your friends seem unable to be

anything other
than what they are,

and if you guys
are gonna get in

and out of Kazakhstan
without be--

I'll need to be
the face of a regular,

normal film crew, got it.

On it.

Setting stun gun
to Tons of Fun!

Fantastic.

Hey, I got this for you.

You can park it
outside the dollhouse.

Thank you.

It's nice.

I thought her dad said the best
bet was to give her space.

I am.
We're just friends.

You and I are just friends.

How come I've never
gotten a gift?

I got you a Super Fun Guy
T-shirt from that street vendor.

One-- it was a Chinese knockoff.

Two-- it said Super Joy Joy Guy.

And three-- you need
to let this Happy thing lie!

Happy and I
are just friends.

Megan?

The doctors are moving my
procedure up to tomorrow night.

You can still make it, right?

So, this will really
give us X-ray vision?

Well, in theory.

You know, I set up Wi-Fi
in the trailer for Ray,

so let's test my hypothesis.

Okay, picking up
Wi-Fi bounce back.

Ray, is everything
all right in there?

Hey, broseph, what's up?

Nothing.

All right,
I'm gonna get back to it.

Okay.

He's your friend.

Walter, may I talk
to you for a moment?

I'm concerned that the, uh,
the Wi-Fi receiver might be,

uh, detected if it's inspected
too closely by customs.

It's about Kazakhstan.
So, maybe before

we get there, we can put a false
shell around the interior?

Well, that's the thing.
I'm not going.

Um, I don't understand.

I can't go.

I'm not going.

Is this about the flight?

'Cause Paige will be with you.

No, I just...

It's a personal reason,
and I cannot say.

Look, I-I can provide

all the software support
remotely from here

and I will not let you down.

Apart from not going with us
on this case.

Okay, well, have a good flight.

This is what
Homeland got for us?

It makes me miss the garage.

Eh, it could be worse.

Stop complaining.

Cabe, we're helping pilfer

a stolen nuclear warhead
for the good of mankind.

All I'm asking for is a room
without Legionnaire's disease.

Okay, guys, we will
not be here for long.

Okay, once we find the
location of the missile,

Cabe calls it in
to the SEAL team,

and we're out.

Happy, good to go?

Yeah, I'm done.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the world's shortest
boom mic operator.

Whoops.

Wow, you literally
lowered the boom on me.

Let's get to it.
I'll go with.

The guys holding the warhead
might have men patrolling

the base looking
for anyone that might

disrupt their $20 million deal.

I thought you had to leave
your weapon at home

'cause of customs--
what can you do without a gun?

He can do that.

Though Super Fun Guy's
fictional domain is Guffaton,

the big-screen version
of his story

will be filmed
right here in Kazakhstan,

where we are behind the scenes.

"Guffaton"?
It's Guffawtown!

Sheesh, Toby, if she
doesn't know the mythology,

she's gonna be busted for sure!

Settle down, Beavis.
I don't anyone cares

what Nerd-burg
Super Dork Guy hails from.

Uh, guys, we got company.

Uh, nothing to see here.

Just a fake film crew.

He's almost gone.

Be cool.

All right, guys,
let's get back to it.

We've been at it all day;
we got to be getting closer.

We are getting close.

I am picking up a hum
at 41.5 kilohertz.

Building 37?

Nothing.

No wireless signal
from building 37,

so odds are
no missile in there.

You got that, Sly?

Got it.

Okay.

Building 27.

All right, getting closer
to a wireless signal.

Looks like some small crates.

It's too small for a nuke,
but we're getting warmer.

- Building 33.
- Hey.

Are you guys with
the Super Fun Guy crew?

Yes.
Who the hell is this?

Happy, if this guy makes a move,
you crack him with the boom mic

and run right to the van.
I'm a location scout.

It seems we've filmed
every bit of this country,

but the idiot producers want us
to find something more exotic.

You know what it's like.

Do I.

Well, I'll see you
around the set.

Yeah, right.

Take it easy.

We got three
team members out there,

and the only one you're
concerned with is Happy.

Thought you guys
were just friends.

Sylvester told you my business.

Judas.

Okay, back to building 33.

Either that's a missile
on a flatbed truck,

or they got the world's
largest banana in there.

That's not all
that's in there. Look.

They've got on-site
babysitters for the nuke.

Sylvester, give me the longitude
and latitude of building 33.

We're calling in the Navy SEALs.

Roger that. That's one rogue
nuclear missile captured.

I hate to say it,
but this one was easy.

We deserve easy once in a while.
Copy that.

It's a shame we can't stay long
enough to catch some filming,

get Sylvester
a souvenir from set.

I will never understand
the allure of comic books.

Superheroes, evil villains.

It's nonsense.
We do it all the time.

We aren't mortals who got powers
from radiation exposure.

We're simply organisms

with abnormally dense
brains that process glucose

at a rate high enough to allow
for an advanced thought process.

Not to mention men
fighting each other

in skin-tight latex suits
and identity-concealing masks.

Don't get me started on those
psychological underpinnings.

Guys, it's me.

It's that location scout.

The, uh,
the Kazakh police is after me.

I didn't have a permit on me and
I don't have any bribe money.

Hey, I saw your
van outside.

Guys, please.

Before somebody sees
me out here.

We don't want
the authorities led here.

He's right. Let him in.

Thank you.

Those cops will take
your gold fillings.

Nobody move.

Or I'll kill her.
Hey, hey, hey.

Easy, pal.
Pockets inside out.

All of you.

We don't have any weapons.
Just take it easy.

We're just a film crew.

Oh, really?
Uh-huh.

Then why is it when you were
talking into the microphone,

nothing... nothing was
registering on her laptop?

Huh?

Because it wasn't
plugged in.

Which means that you...
are after something else.

You are spies.

There must be a-a
malfunction with...

My father worked for the Soviet
radio-- I know sound equipment.

Then-then you'll know that...
that they can malfunction.

So, please, please,
before you hurt

innocent people, just...
inspect my cameras.

I'm sure that you'll find
that there was a-a defect

that was interfering

with the mic transmission.

Hold it up.
Hold it up so I can see it.

With pleasure.

Nice tackle, boss.

Four years all-county.

I still got it.

How many men are inside that
building guarding the missile?

Four.
No, uh, seven.

Maybe 12--
I really can't remember.

Did you tell anyone about us?
Yup--

Super Fun Guy.

He's not gonna tell us
anything. Let's just leave

before his friends
start looking for him.

We have Navy SEALs preparing
to storm that building.

They could be walking
into a trap if this guy

told his buddies about
suspicious Americans

moving around the base.

Cooper, what do you got?

Copy.
Understood.

All right, stick by the horn,
Katherine. We might need you.

I like nothing about the tenor
of that phone call.

Well, we don't have to
worry about the Navy SEALs

walking into a trap.
They've been grounded.

Homeland picked up
chatter from this guy

telling his
buddies about us.

He promised to check us out
further and call them back

within ten minutes
with an update.

And then, when he didn't,
they figured he was in trouble

and that outside forces, namely
the American government,

were aware of their
imminent warhead deal.

Gets better.

Our arms dealer pals?

They used their pull
with the Kazakh government.

They've secured the borders
and grounded flights in and out

of the country,
claiming a swine flu outbreak.

So we're stuck
in a foreign country

with no help
and no way out.

We seem to have a habit

of getting into situations
like this, don't we?

Where is Super Fun Guy
when you need him?

♪ Scorpion 2x05 ♪
Super Fun Guys
Original Air Date on October 19, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Can we sneak across the border?

This isn't the U.S. and Mexico.
We'd get caught.

There is dense forest
in the country's interior.

Maybe you could
hide out there while Cooper

sets up an extraction
in a week or so.

Maybe wait for things
to calm down a bit?

Hey, chief, where would
one find a plunger?

Not now.

- Roger that.
- We're not running,

we're not hiding.

And even if we could
get out of here,

that nuke sale would
till go through, and the buyer

ain't gonna be a decorator
buying an accent piece.

We might want
to get out of here,

but that missile-- we're gonna
see it again, guaranteed,

when it hits Atlanta,
Chicago or L.A.

Okay, okay, so, problem solving
101: what is our goal?

We need to get to the nuke.
Right, okay,

and what's our obstacle?

Guaranteed death
from Eastern Bloc mobsters.

So we can't get into that
building. Kind of a roadblock.

Not if we don't
want to go in that building.

But we could go under
it. Look at this.

Here are the guards.
Here's the missile,

and look at this convex circle
on the floor here.

Is that a defect
in the concrete?

Or a metal hatch.
Kazakhstan has bad winters.

U.S. colleges have underground
tunnels so students

don't have to walk for miles
in the snow. Why not this place?

I'm in the
schematics of the base.

Happy was right.
There are multiple steam tunnels

crisscrossing between the
buildings. If you can make it

to building 28, there's a tunnel
that runs 50 yards to the hatch

that Happy spotted
in the missile warehouse.

Okay, okay. So, back
to problem solving 101.

Once we're in,
how do we disable

a Soviet-era nuclear warhead
resting on a flatbed truck

with armed guards
in the next room?

Delicately.

I could rewire it,
but that just slows the bad guys

until they find someone
to fix it after we're gone.

What if we just leave it
where it is and neutralize it?

Neutralize enriched uranium?

Yeah, if you submerge uranium
for two minutes in nitric acid,

it will lose efficacy.

They'd be selling a dud.
Okay, cool,

we'll just run down
to the corner store,

pick up some peanut
brittle and nitric acid.

He's right.

But you can get nitric acid
from a munitions factory.

It's a main component
in gunpowder.

Just did a quick search
and there is a munitions plant

- 12 miles from your location.
- Okay, great work.

Now text the address and then
hack the ministry of defense

to get the specs
of that plant.

Okay, I just sent the address.

And I will get you
those specs in a bit.

Uh, no, I-I need it now, pal.

You will get them
before you arrive.

Sylvester?

Hello?

Hey.
I'm just checking in

because I know
you're going to prep soon.

I'm scared.

And I know what it's like

to be scared
better than anybody else.

But tonight you're gonna
wake up in recovery, 100% fine,

and I will be there
to tell you so.

Sylvester,

I really do love you.

I love you, too.

I'll see you tonight.

Okay.

I'm sorry to hear
your friend is sick.

Seriously?
We have to put a bell on you.

I know how you feel.

No, you don't.
You feel powerless,

because you can't do anything
to make her situation better.

Right?
You are ill-informed.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to hack into the
Kazakhstan Ministry of Defense.

Bro, I've lived in a Gremlin
for two years.

I know about feeling powerless.

But it doesn't last forever.

Opportunities to be strong
present themselves every day.

Like thunderstorms.

Thunderstorms don't
present themselves every day.

Now who's ill-informed?

Security inside
each main entrance.

Patrol car looping the grounds.
Everything's watched.

Don't think we can
tell 'em we're a film crew

doing a piece on nitric acid.

Nobody's watching those domes.

Who the hell would want
to break into a water tower?

Actually, they're filled
with sand, because nothing

is more dangerous
than a chemical fire

in a munitions factory.
Now, in a fire,

those dozen tanks
around the building launch sand

through those pipes right inside
to suffocate the flames.

I stand corrected.
Who the hell

would want
to break into a sand tower?

We would. Now, I'd hack
the building's server,

set off the fire alarm.

The deluge system
kicks in, sending sand--

and one of us--

flying into
the chemical storage room.

Right to the nitric acid.

According to the plans Sly sent,

we'd go through the east tower.

Workers will think
there's a munitions fire.

They'll be running
out of there like Jesse Owens.

And whoever's inside
can slip out in the chaos.

Speaking of which,
who will be inside?

Well, nitric acid is dangerous,
so it's always stored

in an airtight,
locked safety cabinet.

We'll need someone
to get in, pick the lock

and then get out
in seconds.

Great.

I'm hacking the fire alarm.

Unlocked.

I'm dropping into the hatch now.

How's it looking in there?

Sandy.

Happy, I'm about to set off

the fire alarm.
Now, on my go, inhale deep,

'cause you're gonna be buried
alive for about 20 seconds.

Oh, sounds lovely.

Okay, go.

Uh, not good.

What's wrong?

My leg is stuck

and I am hanging upside down.

You better hustle, kid.

If the firefighters get there
before you get out,

it's over.

Okay. I hate to complain,

but I'm getting
a little dizzy here.

Oh, my axilla.

What you up to,
just hanging around?

Really?

Come on.

Sorry.

Okay, what are you thinking,

candy's gonna come out of me?

I can't reach.

Quit screwing around!

Firefighters will be there
in minutes!

I got an idea.

What are you doing?

I am taking my pants off.

Dear Diary, it finally happened.

Okay, look out.

Uh...

just friends.

Guys, hurry up.

Clock's ticking.

The lock's a joke.

I'll been in in a sec.

Open.

Okay, help me pull.

Got it!

As much as I hate saying this,
you need to put this on.

Let's go!

I can't believe that worked.

I can't believe
I left my pants in there.

I'm so glad
I brought extra clothes.

You did?

Don't sound so disappointed.

It's creepy.
Okay, all we have to do now

is take the underground
tunnel to the nuclear warhead,

compromise the uranium,
and then get out of here.

All right, so we have a shot.

We have no shot.

All those people--

there's no way we get
in there and into the tunnel

without getting caught.
Sly, are you sure there's

no other tunnels leading
to the missile warehouse?

No, just building 28. Why?

Nerds beat us to it.

That's the Super Fun Guy movie.

No. That is
our one shot

at getting to the warhead
going up in smoke.

I can't believe it.
We've stopped falling planes,

crashing satellites,
escaped from Cuba,

but we're finally bested
by a Hollywood film crew?

Let's just blow past
these artsy-fartsy punks.

There's security.

They catch us, call the cops,
we're nailed with fake I.D.'s.

Say good-bye to America
for the next ten years.

I'm more concerned about
the psychos with the missile.

They're on high alert.
They smell something fishy,

gunplay breaks out

and some of those
film crew civilians get hurt.

Um, guys, I just saw
a bunch of extras dressed

as Super Fun Guy
and his Krazy Krew, which means

they must be shooting
his epic battle

versus the Imposter Roster.

Great.
Go to NeverKissedAGirl.com

and tell them all about it.

No, I-I am trying
to make a point.

There are all those people
out there, in disguises,

walking freely about the
building we're trying to access.

Okay, I pick up
what you're laying down,

but how do we get the costumes?

Leave that to me.

I am looking at the invoice
right now!

Those props were supposed
to be here last night!

So if they're not in my hands
by tonight,

one of us is gonna be looking
for a job,

- and it ain't gonna be me.
- All right, Sylvester.

I'm right by the wardrobe
trailer. Tell me what to get.

Okay. Super Fun Guy, of course.

And then you need two female
costumes. So Patty Prankenstein

and Zany Zoe.

Don't need a backstory,
Poindexter. Just give me colors.

Teal, orange, red, blue, green.

How's it going, guys?

I'm starting to think we should
just let 'em have the nuke.

Oh, wow, you look great!

With great responsibility
comes a great wedgie.

This is just wrong.

I know. Whimsical Boy wasn't
even a part of the Krazy Krew

until year five
of the mythology.

Don't say anything.

Just friends.

I don't know how the actors
move in these things.

I want Homeland
to double our fee.

I feel absurd.
I don't like feeling absurd.

I can't believe
I'm not there with you.

I can't believe I got caught
by you people.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Okay. The R-400 warhead panel
is sealed with 129 screws.

Now, Happy will be
busy with the door,

which leaves 43 screws each
for me, Paige and Cabe.

Toby, you'll hold
on to all of them...

...until we're ready to
put the panel back on.

Six rotations

per screw maximum
should take 4.5 seconds, tops.

That's 2.325 minutes
for each of you.

Plus four minutes
to submerge the uranium

in acid, and we should be in and
out in just over seven minutes.

Done. Let's go.

I'll go first.
Make sure it's safe.

And then I go down a
ladder in this skirt?

Nice try.

Guys, you should
be okay to enter

the missile warehouse.

I'm focused in on them.

I can see the guards now.

The image is a little clearer,
and it's clearly

four men playing cards.
It appears they are playing hearts.

I repeat, they are
playing hearts.

Sylvester, it's pitch-black
down here. How much farther?

In 20 feet, there's a ladder
that you can climb to the hatch.

♪ ♪

Happy, be careful.
One of the guards is walking

towards the door.

It's just a refrigerator.
We're okay. Refrigerator.

That's a refrigerator.
It's cool. We're good.

Okay, okay. The acid, acid.

Okay.

Okay.

Can't we just fast-forward and
add the second piece of uranium?

We can kill two birds
with one stone.

Well, if the two half
spheres come into contact,

they could reach critical mass
and set off a nuclear blast.

Separate it is.

What are
you doing?

Shut it.
I'm sorry.

What?
It's just too funny.

Walter's in a superhero costume
exposing himself

to radiation.

Okay, it's not the time
to get into character, Giggler.

You lost your pants.

Toby, Toby, take
a deep breath.

No, don't.

Don't, don't,
don't.

The iron screws fell
into the nitric acid

to create nitric oxide.

It's laughing gas.

Shut up.

Your hero name
should be Super-ego!

Guys? They heard!

Hurry up and neutralize
the rest of the uranium.

Guys?

Guys, they're cutting
through the tape.

Take cover!

Oh!

Seriously outmanned!
Get us out of here!

What happens if one
of the bullets hits the missile?

Nothing. But if it hits
the uranium spheres,

it's a nuclear reaction!

Are you kidding me?!

Are you kidding me?! Happy!

Okay! Hold on to your supersuits!

Okay. Just need to dissolve
the other half of the core,

and then the missile is useless.

Careful!

We need evac, stat!

We've got hostiles on our tail
and the nuke in our possession!

Homeland can't

direct a chopper.
We're not supposed to be there!

So that's it? You're just gonna
leave us high and dry?!

No, no, no.
Homeland can't help you.

But if an international
organization of 28 nations

had proof
that a humanitarian mission

that was safeguarding civilians
from a nuke was in jeopardy,

different story!

Okay! I follow!

Sly, I need you

to get to NATO and tell 'em

we need an extraction!

But I've only ever driven once,
as you know.

No buts! I need you to get
a photograph to NATO!

Oh, boy, this is not good.

Cabe? Cabe? Cabe?!

I just looked up the address to
the NATO office. Now get on!

What, on-on Happy's
organ-donation machine?!

You want to stop
feeling powerless?

You want to be a hero like
your pals are being right now?

Then this is your moment,
big fella.

Seize it like a superhero would.

Get the lead out, Hap.

This thing only
has so much in her.

I can't hold them off forever!

Almost there!

Oh, no!

Ow, my face!

Nice shot!

Yeah, but now we
don't have any acid,

so we can't
dissolve the uranium.

And those guys will be
catching up to us soon enough.

Okay, what's our plan B?

There's only one option.

Toby, get online
and search for

Kazakhstan's
precious mineral history.

I'm on it, pal.

But I don't like
where you're going with this.

I thought you said
disarming the nuke

was a delay tactic,
not a solution.

That's not what I'm doing.

I'm arming it.

My name is Sylvester Dodd.

I work with Agent Cabe Gallo,
badge number 2835.

I'm requesting
an immediate extraction

from a humanitarian mission
in Kazakhstan,

where they are there
protecting civilians

from illegal nuclear weapons.

We're the National Association
of Theater Owners.

You want the NATO on Pico.

That's my bad.

No choppers.

Come on, Sly, don't let us down.

You know, Walter,
when I was ten,

I got suspended for setting
an M-80 off in a toilet.

This is worse.

There are no other options.

There are no
civilians for miles.

And the mine's
been shut for years

because the land's
already toxic.

Toxic, not blown up.

The entry shaft
goes down 13 miles

at a 42-degree angle.

Now, the U.S. detonated nukes

just a few hundred feet

under Nevada's soil.

Yes, Nevada.
Doing this here?

Kind of an act of war.

We let this fall
into the wrong hands,

it'll be far worse
than eviscerating

an already condemned mine.

Son, I got all the faith
in the world in you.

But if we fire this off and
the choppers don't come for us,

we're captured,
we're labeled terrorists,

and then it's lights out.

If there's an abnormal
configuration in this old mine,

the blast could
mushroom-cloud right under us.

We'd all be cooked.

Are you certain about this?

No, it's effectively
an experiment.

And experiments
have uncertainties.

Fantastic.

What I am certain of
are my abilities.

Maybe it's the outfit,
but I'm with Walter.

Okay, our friends are back.

Okay, okay.

Happy, raise the flatbed
to a 21-degree angle.

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Guys, get down!

It worked.

It's gone.

We did it.

You just cost me $20 million.

Now you all die.

Any ideas, Walt?

I don't want to die
in this outfit.

Listen, these guys
are just hired guns.

They follow my orders.

They had nothing
to do with this.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Looks like the Giggler
delivered the punch line.

Did you just KO that guy?

It must be the uranium.

Oh, that-that works.

Sylvester did it.

I can't believe how awesome
we must look right now.

You made it.

Of course I did.
I promised.

You brought a friend?

And a motorcycle helmet?

Wild day?

Not really.

The hardest thing I had to do
was visit a bureaucrat's office.

Did you know there
are two NATOs?

I don't know about you guys,

but I'm ready
to catch some Z's.

I'm so tired,
I couldn't catch anything.

How's your hand?

Sore.

Well, that's the difference
between gloves and no gloves.

Got to say, I was impressed
with your right.

You turned your hips.

I have a decent teacher.

You still interested
in getting in the ring?

No clue why, but yeah, I am.

Grab your gear and meet me
out front in five minutes.

I'm taking you into Monty's Gym.

You got to start sparring.

And, uh,

thanks for saving my ass
out there today.

Cabe, are we becoming friends?

Now you ruined it.

Where the hell's my bike?

Come to think of it,
where's Sylvester?

Hey!

No one rides my rides.

It's all right.

I needed a ride to
order the helicopter,

and Ray got me there.

Just getting back now?

All night bowling.

Won every frame.

That's incredible, Sylvester.

You got on a motorcycle.

I told you I'd
get the job done.

Yeah, you did, at... at that.

Speaking of getting
the job done, Wally,

I fixed everything in here.

Patched all the walls,
repaired all the pipe fittings,

so no more leakage.

What is that?

What?

That.

Nothing, just...
a T-shirt.

You are not part of Scorpion.

But I live here.

So does a possum in the rafters.

Well, I did kind of
help you guys,

you know, get out
of Kazakhstan, so...

But it's spelled wrong.
We're a team of geniuses.

Two P's-- got it.

Eh...
Got it!

Oh, hey, uh...

You really
came through for us today.

Even with my
messed-up EQ,

I can tell that there's
something weighing on you.

Is there something
that you want to discuss or...?

Yes, there is.

But I can't.

Okay.

If you change your mind,
then, uh...

Okay... Oh!

Ah!

Almost forgot.

Got something for you.

I, uh, thought you
might like it.

My costume.

Hey, I'm going to start
wiring the dollhouse,

if you want to help.

I got plans with Cabe.

Uh... rain check?

Uh, sure.

That's cool.

Well, have fun with Cabe.

See you.

What just happened?

You've been waiting for an in
with Happy for months,

and she just gave it to you.

Did the spandex cut off
the blood to your brain?

Several times today,
I realized

I can't just be friends
with her.

I am an addict.

First with gambling,
then with her.

For her it's wiring a dollhouse;
to me, it's an alcoholic

just rubbing his lips
against the beer bottle.

I can't do it.

So, what's the new plan?

There's only one way
to break an addiction.

Cold turkey.

I'm done with her.

Overheard your conversation
with Sylvester.

That was a nice
thing you did.

Thought of a
coworker's feelings,

put yourself in his
shoes, made a gesture.

That's real progress, Walter.

Human progress.

Does that makes you happy?

Me being more human?

Yes, because I know
in the long run

it makes you happier.

You're doing great.

Keep it up, Clark.

"Clark"?

Clark Kent--
Superman's alter ego.

You know, you're
out of costume now,

so now you're Clark Kent.
You know what?

I'll never understand
why people get so worked up

over something that's not real.

Oh, I don't know about that.

When I think about the people
we work with--

extraordinary people
with special abilities

doing their best to help others?

Today you saved lives
by stopping a rogue nation

from getting a nuclear weapon.

If that's not proof
that superheroes exist,

I don't know what is.

Zany Zoe played her part.

No, I'm just Lois Lane.

You know,

Sylvester says that Lois Lane
was pretty important.

And, um...

...you did look, um...

uh, nice in that costume.

Thanks.

You looked nice, too.

All right, well,
I got to go get Ralph.

Have a nice night.
Okay.

Yeah, sure.
You, too.

Oh. Sly.

Um, so, Clark Kent.

How did things with him
and Lois Lane play out?

Some stories they get together,
but it doesn't last long.

That's kind of the price
of being a superhero.

No girls, no
glory, no fame.

Saving the world
gets in the way of life.

I guess with great
responsibility

comes great... loneliness.

Thank you for the rundown.

Seriously, Ray?

I can fix it!
Can totally fix that!

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