All language subtitles for Scorpion.S04E11.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

Morning.

How you doing?

Didn't sleep a wink.

I wish you'd just stayed
with me last night.

Yeah. I wanted to be here

in case Sly had any
last-minute stuff to go over.

That way, I wasn't across town.

Good morning.
You ready?

Where's the rest of the team?

They're, um...

taking care of something
at the courthouse.

He's here.

All right. Commence
Operation Judge Nudge.

There you go, Paige,

stink yourself up good.

Pardon me.

That's right, get the relaxing
scent of lavender all over him.

I'm terribly sorry.
No problem.

Did you get
enough on him?

Better be. Gave the guy
everything but a lap dance.

Happy, how goes you?

Almost done.
Judge Tuck's courtroom is set

for a soothing 69 degrees.

Tuck will be cool
and comfortable

instead of hot and bothered.

All right, Walt,
he's headed your way.

On it.

Uh, one large non-fat
double short cap,

two pumps of vanilla,
a pinch of cinnamon,

and extra foam,

and two sugars, please.

Morning, Alice.

Morning, Judge.

I'll have your Earl Grey
up in just a moment.

Keep the change.
Thank you.

Okay, Toby.

All right, our jurist
will be calm

as opposed to tweaked out
on caffeine.

And now the pièce de résistance.

Everyone chills when listening
to the comforting music

of the tropics.

Cabe's fate will be decided
by a very mellow fellow.

Cabe, on the other hand,
looks pissed.

You did what?

A university study showed
people handed down

more lenient sentences
when they're, you know...

feelin' irie, Mon.

Do you know how much trouble
we would've gotten into

if you would've gotten caught?

Perfumes, teas,

manipulating
a municipal building.

We just wanted to help.
We're scared.

It's a bit tense.

I know.

I'm sorry. Me, too.

Uh, then let's go get settled.

If it gets tight
during the trial,

just look over your shoulder,
you'll see your friends.

We've got your back.

About that.

I got a call late last night
from the court clerk.

They've decided
on a closed courtroom.

What?

Evidence regarding Scorpion's
previous cases might come up,

could jeopardize
national security,

so... it is a nonpublic trial.

Wait.

So this is good-bye?

Th-This is it?

No. No, it's not good-bye.

I've got the hardest
working lawyer in town,

and I'm innocent.

So I'll be back
in the garage tonight

celebrating with you guys.

But if something does happen,

I left each of you
a gift on your desks.

Don't open it until you know
how the coin lands on this one.

Well, I should go.

No tears.

No hugs.

Just need to go.

You're gonna be all right, kid.

All right?

You get to come with us, Allie.

Thank you.

But I'm gonna wait here.
I just want to be close.

I can't imagine what
he's feeling right now.

All rise.

- That's not Judge Tuck.
- Be seated.

Judge Tuck received
a phone call--

medical issue with his wife.

She'll be okay, but I've been
assigned to hear the case.

So, uh, let me just...

It's like the Arctic in here.

Fix the heat, will you, please?

Find out
what you can on this guy.

Already on it.
Oh, crap.

This is
Judge Max Talbertson,

aka Maximum Max Talbertson,
'cause he hands out convictions

and harsh sentences
like breath mints.

We're screwed, Mon.

Doubly screwed.

That was Homeland.

Do they know that we hacked
the court's security cameras?

Nope, but we should
power that down

when our new handler gets here.

- New handler?
- No way. Cabe's our handler.

In the event
that he's convicted,

Homeland is sending over

Clarence Mickelthorn,
who is going to interview us to,

and I quote,

“determine whether Homeland's
relationship with Scorpion

is beneficial
to the government.”

And if he feels we aren't?

Well, we lose our status
as approved federal contractors,

and considering our current
financial situation,

that means we're...
out of business.

This is nuts.

I got to clear my head.
I'm such an idiot.

If we want to hear what's
going on in the courtroom,

I can just hack a ham radio
signal and try to pick up

the frequency
of the bailiff's walkie.

Walter,

you haven't had much to say.
Anything you want

to add to this?

Nope.

Since Mr. Gallo requested
a bench trial,

I will be both
judge and jury.

In my courtroom, you will find
that words matter.

Facts matter.

And we'll stick to the facts.

The State may present
its opening argument.

Your Honor, we are not here
just about facts

but relevant facts.

All of the service
that the defendant

has provided
to the military,

to the FBI, to
Homeland Security

is admirable.

But it is completely irrelevant

to these proceedings.
All that's relevant

is Mr. Gallo's actions.

And we know his actions:

he used a key,
he unlocked an ankle cuff,

and he let Mark Collins,
a federal prisoner, go free.

Any other fact
is moot

and should not be considered.

Thank you.

Mr. Dodd, your opening.

Your Honor...

my client is a military hero.

He...
Counselor,

I agree with

Ms. Dine's
assessment that

Mr. Gallo's
prior service

is not germane
to these proceedings.

Hence, I will not be
entertaining such argument.

Okay.

Uh...

I will just readjust
on the fly here.

It'll only take a minute.

Is it a bad sign
when your lawyer

tears up his opening statement?

If I could just crack
this radio, we'd be able to hear

what's going on in there,
instead of playing charades.

Officer Salerno responding
to 7th and Brockton.

Okay, that's a police walkie.

Come on, dummy, you can do this.

Um, you called yourself idiot
earlier and now dummy.

Why don't you take it easy
on yourself?

Make way!

Toby!

What are you doing?!

Dusted off the old unicycle.

Bike makes me “two” tired.

Don't you get it?

Two-tire...d.

I found a scone in the back of
the fridge. I hope no one minds.

That's from Halloween.

Shh!
This is Officer Salerno.

We have a report of a small dog
stuck in some kind of hole

in the ground.

Great, instead of the trial,
I get a stupid dog.

Man, I am a moron.

Well, of course. You're
attempting to hack an archaic

analog system.
The odds are staggering.

You know, amongst all this
stress, you almost seem serene.

What's that all about?
Mm. It's an astute observation.

You see, at first, I was
very concerned about the trial.

Keeping me up at night,
interfering with work--

very inefficient. So,

I began to read what others have
said about dealing with stress--

uh, Tesla, Shakespeare.

But the philosophy
that I found the most useful

is by an American
baseball player

called John Milton Rivers.

Mickey Rivers?

I-I love Mickey Rivers.

He played for the Yanks
in the '70s, right?

He was the guy who used to, uh,
he batted like this, right?

All irrelevant information.

So, a news reporter asked him
how he stayed calm under fire.

He said, “I don't get upset over
things that I can't control,

“because I can't control them,

“so what's the use
in getting upset?

“I don't get upset over
the things that I can control,

“because I can control them,
so there's no use

in getting upset.”

So I care very much about Cabe.

I wouldn't want anything bad
happening to him.

But I can't control

what is happening, so I have
decided to not let it affect me.

Okay.

As long as you're not affected.

Not one bit.

Upon arrival, use nylon rope,
try to lasso the dog,

- pull him up to the surface.
- Good luck.

There is no way they're getting
a rope around his waist.

Do we have any milk here?

Forget it. I'll check.

Oh. Oh, look.

Homeland Director Carson's
about to take the stand.

Paige, you-you see that
body language? How cocky he is?

There's no way
Sly's doing well,

or he would appear more thrown.

This is Officer Salerno.

Puppy's far down.
It's shying away from the rope.

Requesting LAFD backup.

Oh, geez,
who could've predicted that?

Oh, it must've fallen
into one of those old

19th century cisterns
that they have down in old L.A.

Guys, the judge is showing
agreement markers

when Carson speaks.

Thanks, Dispatch. Awaiting
arrival of hook and ladder.

I know the area
around 7th and Brockton

from watching a documentary

on the building of the
L.A. subway tunnels.

The soil has a lot of silt
from the old riverbed.

Well, silt compresses easily.

Weight of that fire truck
is too much for that topography.

Could cause the cistern
to collapse.

Right onto the puppy?

Guys, 7th and Brockton

is only ten blocks from here.

We're gonna go save
that dog, aren't we?!

Damn right we are.

Okay, guys, grab your gear.

Oh, Paige, the fire department
are gonna get pissed

when we tell them to back off,
so you'll have to talk to them.

Wait, hold on.
I don't want a puppy to die,

but Clarence Mickelthorn
is coming to evaluate the team.

If we're not here,
he could shut us down.

Paige, uh, I'll explain
what's happening here.

Um, y-you see,
we're people with almost 600

IQ points between us.
And we're waiting for a judge

with an IQ of, what, 120, tops,

to determine the fate
of our friend.

We're not used
to feeling helpless.

We are used
to solving problems.

When we can't
control things,

just like Walt and Mickey Rivers
said, we don't react well.

But this doggy situation is
something that we can control.

We need a fix
of something we can fix,

'cause the stress of waiting
to see if Gallo gets the gallows

will drive us nuts.

And it's your job
to keep us sane.

'Cause come hell or high water,

we are getting that hound out
of the ground.

There's the truck!

Toby, the car's still moving.

Are you crazy?

Hey! You trying to get killed?

You can't bring
that truck any closer

to the cistern or you'll cause
a collapse and kill that dog!

Who the hell are you, and how
do you know about the dog?

We heard it on the police radio,
and we are a team of geniuses

who work
with the federal government.

Geniuses? I doubt it.

Yeah. He's just unnerving
a truck full of guys

who want to kick his ass

with a psychological process
called

non sequitural distraction.

Nice moves, babe.

Thank you, darling.

Oh.

Oh, there he is, I see him.

Oh, no, he's terrified.

It's okay sweetheart, we're
gonna get you out of here.

♪ Scorpion 4x11 ♪
Who Let the Dog Out ('Cause Now It's Stuck in a Cistern) 00:11:57,383
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@elder_man

I'm telling you
to get out of here.

You still don't
believe me? Fine.

The soil around here
is a mixture of sandy loam,

gravel, granite,
river wash

and black adobe.
Any weight over three tons

around a preexisting hole
could create

a cave-in not unlike

a cover-subsidence sinkhole.

That fire truck is
16,200 pounds,

or 8.1 tons.

Okay, I get it.

You're smart.

Yeah, we're also vindictive.

You let the mutt go kaput,

every news outlet in L.A.
will know the name Salerno.

Hey! Back up.

Truck's too heavy.

Okay. Give me the specs.

Uh, well, about 20 feet deep.

Uh, two feet wide.

All right.
I can squeeze down there.

No. Are you crazy?
How do you expect

to turn around
and get back up?

Monty? Monty!
That's my dog down there!

It's okay, baby, I'm here.

He got loose and ran off.
I was looking for him,

and a neighbor said
that they heard

he was in a hole over here.

Hi. I'm Paige.

We're government contractors.

For now. What's your name?

Uh, Jane. Look, you got
to get him out fast.

He has type 1 diabetes
and he needs his shot.

When was his last dose?

Little over 12 hours ago.

Weight?
12 pounds.

Last time he ate?
Last night.

I was gonna feed him
after our morning walk.

Okay, this is all bad. We got
a lightweight, diabetic dog

with nothing in his stomach
who's past due on his insulin.

His blood sugar's rising,
so rough calculation,

it'll be at a lethal level
in, like, 28 minutes,

Monty will be a goner.

Oh, my God.
This is all my fault.

I should've got a collar
that fit him better.

Well, that's in the past.
There's no point

in stressing over things
you can't control.

Have you heard of Mickey Rivers?

Not now.

No, I'm just saying
that this situation

we can control,
starting with this collar.

This ankle collar.

Do you recognize it,
Director Carson?

Yes. Some call it a cuff.

It's what was placed
on Mark Collins.

And its purpose?

To prevent his escape.

We put one on him
upon his release from prison.

Now, did you approve
this release?

I did, but was initially
against it.

Gallo pushed.

Vehemently.

Now I know why.

He was getting paid off
by Collins.

Objection! Non-responsive,

lacks foundation,
speculative,

and he's being a jerk.

Sustained, but,

Counselor... settle down.

Settle down, Monty,
you're gonna be fine.

You're gonna be fine.

Sly looks pretty agitated.

Paige, we can't control
the trial,

but we can surely control
how Monty is going to be lured

into his new doggie elevator.

I got the collar fixed
like a handle.

Got Happy's extension cord.

Should be long enough
to reach the little fella.

Now time for the bait.

It's really good bait.

We're supposed to be using the
peanut butter to save the dog.

He's got enough.

Judge, I request permission
to put this cuff on your wrist.

Oh, crap.

For what possible purpose?

My client is accused
of having the criminal intent,

or mens rea if you will,

to help Mark
Collins escape.

I can demonstrate that removing
the cuff is simple.

It would take a mere second
or two, and, hence,

could be done
in the heat of the moment

with the world's fate
hanging in the balance,

without any aforethought.

Okay, fine.

If you feel it helps
your case, step up.

Thank you,
Your Honor.

And now, to unlock it.

Oh, no.

I seem to have
misplaced the keys.

Uh, my briefcase.

What the hell are you doing?

It's called
demonstrative evidence.

Only way he can know
what you saved Collins from

is to feel it.

Don't you dare.

What the hell?
Oh, Sly.

That is a problem.

Oh, my goodness,
Your Honor, I am so sorry.

I have the exhibit's remote
in here, and I accidentally...

Get this damn thing off me!

Right away,
Your Honor.

Get it off me.

Electrocuting the judge?

There's not enough lavender
in the world to fix that.

Okay, cords are connected.
Ready to lower this thing.

Let's hustle.
Little guy's

only got 23 minutes
if he doesn't get his shot.

Jane and Paige,
video chat each other.

Okay, now, when we lower this,

the dog will smell
the peanut butter.

He hasn't eaten
since last night.

He's gonna be good and hungry.

Uh, then he'll hear and

see you on the phone,
speaking of which...

Yeah, that should hold it.

Could have used
more peanut butter,

but somebody
ate it all.

Here we go, nice and slow.

Too fast,
and the cardboard will tear.

Can't believe I'm crying.

He's actually
the first dog I ever had.

I found him a few months
after my husband died.

Oh, I'm s... I'm so sorry.

John was sick

and suffering,

and now he isn't.

But I was.

I was grieving
and alone,

and then I found that stupid dog
wandering around my block,

sick as heck, and--
I don't know-- it's just

having something to care
and worry about helped me

take my mind off
my own troubles, you know?

I think we can all
relate to that today.

Hello?

Mr. O'Brien?

As His Honor applies
the numbing spray,

may I point out
that the pain you felt

is the exact pain

that Mark Collins would have
experienced had it not been

for the brave actions
of my client?

Therefore, I would

like to submit into evidence...

your unfortunate accident.

Mr. Dodd, first of all,

pain is not a piece of evidence.

Second, what I
experienced was painful,

but the question before
the court is whether Mr. Gallo

was protecting
his prisoner

from cruel
and unusual punishment.

As for “unusual,” stun cuffs
are used all the time.

And as for “cruel,”

I'd say it was mean,

'cause I suspect you
did that on purpose,

though I can't prove it.

That being said,

there is a difference
between “mean” and “cruel.”

So you're gonna deny my defense?

No.

I already have denied
your defense.

I messed up.

It all comes down to your
testimony, our Hail Margaret.

Our what?!

You know,
our big last play.

It's a Hail Mary.

Oh, forget it.

There he is!

Hey, Monty! Come on!

Come on, boy!

Come on, dog.

He better get in there.

He's got 20 minutes
until he's doggone.

I don't get it.

The peanut butter was just
three steps away from him.

Maybe he's scared
you'd fight him for it.

Oh, no, look.
He-he can't go in.

His back leg's broken.

Poor guy must've snapped it
when he fell. He can't move.

Damn it!

Walter, take it easy!

No! This was supposed
to be something I didn't have

to worry about today
because I could control it!

Mickey Rivers is full of crap!

Since when
do you curse like that?

Since I have to watch a dog die
in a dried-out old cistern.

Here. Happy, pull the box up.
We got to regroup.

Ah, son of a...!

Ugh!

Aah! The cord tore a hole
in the cardboard!

Oh, that could have
fallen on the hound.

I suck today!

Would you stop
beating yourself up?

Yeah, especially since
you may have just saved Monty.

Now don't
move that box.

When it tilted,
the phone must have fallen,

and the camera picked up
something on the ground.

That's a drain!
So? What?

So, we're not gonna have to
watch a dog die in a dried-out

old cistern because
it's not gonna be dry for long.

What the crap
are you talking about?

What? I swear all the time.

What I'm saying is,
we can save the dog.

We just have to drown it first.

Filling the hole with water--
that could actually work!

I'm sorry, but I want my dog
back up here alive.

No, you don't understand.
When I saw the drain,

I thought about water.
When I thought about water,

I realized
that we could gently lift him up

on a hydro elevator instead
of one made of cardboard.

You said he can't walk.

How do you expect him
to paddle 20 feet vertically?

'Cause Monty's front legs
aren't injured.

His light weight and buoyancy
means he only needs 4.54 joules

of energy to remain afloat.

That's .001
kilocalories.

He has that in him,
even in a weak state.

But won't any water
we put down the hole

just run out of the grate?

Not if we plug it.

What? From up here?

No! From down there!

This cistern is networked
together with a group of

other water-collecting pipes.

They all drain
into a central water tank,

and if we gain access
to the tank,

we can plug the drain
from underground.

I'll find the holding tank.

Uh, we'll need a sealant
and water source.

Okay, there is
a construction site. Come on.

Hey, bro!

Can we bum some cement?

No.

Come on, man,
w-we're trying to save a dog.

I'm trying to feed a family.
Hit the bricks.

That guy will beat your ass.

Yeah, probably.

You got to hurry.
Monty's not doing well,

and according to Toby's count,

he's got 16 minutes
if he doesn't get the medicine.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm trying to find...

Oh! You hear that?

Hear the hollow?

It's the underground tank
collection.

It's the keystone.

Now we just have to pop it in,

and I can get down there.

Walter O'Brien, right?
Yeah, who are you?

Clarence Mickelthorn.

We had a meeting
scheduled for today.

Oh, wow, um...

Mr. Mickelthorn, I-I'm
so sorry we weren't able

to meet you at the garage.

We got held up here with a...

a very important case.

Yeah, puppy in a hole.

Can you stop that
while I'm speaking to you?

Can't. Monty's on a clock.

How did you know
where to find us?

Tracked your cells.
I'm Homeland.

I got the cement!

More like stole the cement.

Oh, God.

You stole that material?

Who's the suit?
Um, Happy, Toby,

this is Mr. Mickelthorn
from Homeland.

Oh, the poor man's Cabe.

Thief!

I'm gonna kick your ass.

Oh, I could
have predicted this.

Hi. I-I know

he stole your things,
but a big guy like you

beating up on a pencil neck?

You know,

what do you...
what do you get out of that?

It'll make me happy.

Oh, let's go, meathead.
I can kind of box,

and I kick some mean gooty.

Not helpful, Toby.

Sir, can I just show you this?

Um, there is a dog trapped
in that cistern over there,

and-and I know, I know
you don't want him to die

over a-a few supplies.

Just bring 'em back.

This woman saved you a beatdown.

Eh, go pop your pecs.

Shut up, Toby.

Don't blame him.
It's my fault.

I shouldn't have let
him swipe the stuff.

And you shut up, too.

You've been berating yourself
about everything.

That's not who you are.
You're mean

and judgmental,
and that's what makes you tick.

And you're not a daredevil,

so stop riding unicycles
and jumping out of cars

and running in front
of fire trucks

and-and picking fights.

She's right.

You have been careless.

And you.

I should tell you
to shut your mouth,

but its been full since
we left Cabe at the courthouse.

You're stress-eating your way
through this trial,

literally consuming anxiety.

You're engaging in risky
behavior to distract yourself

since you can't gamble
your stress away.

And since you can't build Cabe
a way out of his problem,

you are punishing yourself

instead of being nasty
to everyone

like normal. In short,
your coping mechanisms suck.

So, if you want to help on a day

where you feel helpless,
get your act together,

save the damn dog, 'cause we
only have 13 and a half minutes.

She's right.

Happy, get your winch
on the keystone and yank it out.

Copy that, fatty.

Yo, goober, make
yourself useful.

Hook that hose up
to that spigot.

That's the Happy I know.

Mr. Gallo, this trial boils down

to one simple question:

did you conspire
to help Mark Collins escape?

Absolutely not.

Then what did you do that day,

that moment
when you uncuffed him?

What I was trained to do

ever since I watched my father

put on the shield and holster
every morning.

I helped another human being.

If I'd have left that cuff on,

Collins would have suffered.

All due respect, Judge.

Collins would have had the juice

a lot longer than
the few seconds

that you felt today.

It would have been torture.

I know it sounds corny nowadays,

but I was raised
to do what's right,

to protect and serve,
to help others.

It's my life's work.

It's what my dad did.

And I would not sully my office,

my honor, or my family name

by intentionally helping
a criminal

escape from justice.

No more questions.

Ms. Dine.

Mr. Gallo, please read

the amount of this deposit
into your account

on 11/27/17.

Objection. Not his account.

I contest this line
of questioning.

That's funny, because account
has Mr. Gallo's name

and Mr. Gallo's Social
Security number.

Overruled.

Mr. Gallo, please answer.

$50,000.

That's a lot of money
for a government employee.

In your experience
in law enforcement,

have you seen people
commit crimes

for 50 grand?

Less?

I know what you're trying to do.
Mr. Gallo.

You're trying to make it
seem like I took a bribe.

I've never been on the take!
Mr. Gallo, enough!

Your Honor, my lawyer
submitted a brief

showing how easy it is

to hack into a bank account.

You got to believe me, Judge.

That day on the ice,

I was enforcing the law
on my own.

With no help

on an island.

Your Honor,
I need a continuance.

A continuance? Are you crazy?

I have a Hail Margaret. A Mary.

I have a Hail Mary
that will exonerate my client.

You can have 15 minutes.

I see the pipe to the cistern.

Cement's almost ready,
but Monty's only got

about 11 minutes, and this
won't harden fast enough.

Uh, that is why I called her.
What's this?

It's okay. She's with us.

Got the plasticizer.

This will increase
dry time by five.

Happy, no time

for the harness. I'll grab
the cable, just lower me in.

Winches. Cop cars.
Chemical additives.

All this is for a dog?

Oh, I see.

Very cute.

We should totally save this dog.

She's not in my file.

Are you part of Scorpion?

Absolutely not.

Okay.

It's ready. Oh.

Oh, boy, it's Sly.

Hey, pal. What's the news?

Cabe has a shot, but you need

to get me a copy
of a specific case.

It's not online?
No, the book is too old

and obscure.

Only a few law libraries
still carry it,

including Braddock University
in downtown.

It's U.S. v. Bramm
in the 1749 to 1855

Treatise on Maritime Common Law.

You have 14 minutes

to scan it and e-mail it to me.

That's less time than Monty has.

- Who's Monty?
- The dog we're saving

instead of doing interviews
with Clarence.

Who's Clarence?!

He's the new Cabe if
you lose this case,

and he'll probably
shut us down.

You ask me,
he looks like a putz.

Just find the book!

Copy that, Counselor.

Flo, you drive.

Fine. And it's Florence.

Okay, Happy, I'm ready.

Drop me in the tank.

Freeze!

Is there a problem, Officer?

You ran three red lights.

I've had my lights on
for four blocks.

It's an emergency.

Um, I didn't know.

Don't want to hear it. Hands up.

You ready to take
one for the team?

I've already made myself
absolutely clear

that I am not
a part of this team.

But fine.

Okay. Run.

Get the girl. I got him.

Hi! Excuse me!

I need the 1749 to 1855...
Shh.

Treatise on Maritime Common Law.

It's in our new
rare text display

in the Brandeis Wing.
Thank you!

Stop him!

Shh.

I'm coming, Monty.
Hang in there.

How does he look?

Cold and dirty, like me.

It seems today...

is your day.

We were looking

for a distraction.

And you were it.

Okay, “distraction”
is a harsh word.

And looking at your face,
I can see

that you're a creature
with merit.

So thank you.

You see...

my team and I,

we're worried about our friend,

and we, uh, we don't know
if we can save him.

But he's being brave.

As always.

As are you.

Okay, Monty.

Now I'm gonna seal this up.

That doesn't mean
that I'm leaving you.

That means

that you're coming home,
okay, buddy?

Let's start up the water.

It's okay, baby.

You need to swim. You can do it.

So, opening
an abandoned holding tank,

flooding municipal cisterns.

You guys ever get permission
for stuff like this,

or you just do
whatever the hell you want?

Clarence, can we please
discuss protocol later?

Look!

He's doing it. He's paddling.

Toby, I need that case.

Look, I'm trying, man.

I got the fuzz on my tail.

Oh, no.

“Oh, no”? Why “oh, no”?

Cabe's freedom's under glass.

What does that mean?

Oh, God.

Come on, come on.

Oh! U.S. v. Bramm.

Yeah.
Aah!

Hello?

That's it, sweetheart.
Keep going.

He'll be up soon.
Get the insulin ready.

I can't believe this is working.

How's it going?

Uh...

dog seems to be keeping
his head above water.

Cabe, not so much.

Your counsel isn't back.

What do you think
his issue could be?

U.S. v. Bramm, Judge.

U.S. v. Bramm.

I assume you're citing a case?

Not just any case, Your Honor.

The 1804 case that requires you

to dismiss all charges
against my client.

1804? What is going on here?

My client stated

figuratively

that he was on an island
out there with Collins.

What he didn't realize

is that he actually was
on an island.

There was a crack in the ice

that Cabe had to leap over

because Collins
was faking an ankle injury.

These are all facts
the prosecution

has already stipulated to.

How is any of this relevant?

U.S. v. Bramm.

Bramm was a ship's captain
transporting prisoners.

And the ship hit rough waters,
it was in danger of sinking,

so Bramm unshackled his
prisoners so they would live.

Eventually, the ship
limped to port

and many of the
prisoners escaped.

But Bramm was acquitted of
aiding the escape of a prisoner.

And it was held that
a captain of a vessel

has a right to take
“all due action”

to protect prisoners in duress.

- Mr. Gallo wasn't on a vessel.
- Au contraire.

The split in the ice

created an independent
floating entity:

an ice floe.

Mr. Gallo was in charge
of Mr. Collins;

hence, a de facto captain.

Under Bramm,
he had every legal right

to let his prisoner go
when he faced peril.

Your Honor,

it's old law, it's weird law,

but it's still the law.

This is preposterous.

Okay, if there's nothing else,

I'm gonna return to chambers
and consider all of this.

But, Mr. Dodd,

I share the prosecution's
reservations.

Don't go far.

Come on, boy.
Come on, baby.

- Come on!
- You can do it.

- Come on.
- Come on, baby. Come on.

Come on, buddy, keep going.
He's not gonna make it.

He's too weak.

Here.

He's going under!

Come on, buddy.

I got to get deeper.

I can't get him.

He's drowning!

Come on!

I couldn't reach him.
I'm so sorry.

I-I thought this was something
I could control.

That's it?
Y-You just give up?

Every file I read
about your team

was what renegade geniuses
you are.

You got to figure it out.

There's a dog down there.
He needs air.

Wait. You're right.
He does need air.

But not oxygen-- car exhaust.

Well, he can't breathe
car exhaust.

He's not gonna breathe the air,
he's gonna float on it.

Okay, I'll connect the hose
to my exhaust.

Magoo, gas it
when I say so.

Now, Monty won't inhale exhaust

because he's underwater
and not breathing.

But when the engine revs,

it'll pump the H2O
with so much CO2,

that a-a torrent of gas pockets
will lift him right to the top.

Okay, punch it!

I see bubbles.

It's not enough!

Okay, floor it, jackass!

There he is. He's out.

Oh, he's not breathing.
Inject him.

Come on.

Come on.

Nothing. Nothing.
Uh, he needs CPR.

Oh. Try this.
Come on.

It's too big. It
won't fit his face.

I found this in
the cup holder.

Oh. Give it.

Come on, Monty.

Come on,
Monty.

Breathe for me.

We need a win today, pal.

Come on, baby.

Come on, you stupid mutt.

He's breathing!

Hey.
Oh.

Thank you for being the thing
we could fix.

Yeah. Yep.

Oh, yes, honey.

Oh, thank you so much.

Funny, I made myself
this sandwich,

and I can't eat.

I hate saying
this, Cabe,

but if things
don't go our way,

they're just gonna cuff
you and take you out.

Yeah, I know.

So...

I wanted to say...

I'm sorry.

Sly, I need your help
one last time.

If I'm gonna be able
to get through

the next seven years inside,

I'm gonna need to know
that you're not

out here beating yourself up
over it.

I'm gonna need to hear you say
you did a good job.

'Cause you did.

I did a good job.

You're damn straight you did.

Counselors,
the verdict is in.

All rise.

Be seated.

This is a unique case.

Prosecution claims that
the defendant received funds

from an inmate
to facilitate an escape.

Money was wired into
Mr. Gallo's account,

but his attorney
supplied valid data--

dense data--

demonstrating how bank
security can be bested.

So, that aspect of the case
is a wash.

But what is clear

is that Mr. Gallo uncuffed
Mark Collins, who then fled.

So is he responsible
for aiding the escape?

It depends on whether you
consider an ice floe a vessel.

The ice Mr. Collins was on

was a freestanding contrivance,

which could sink, or drift away,

or befall any hazard just
like any vessel on the sea.

As such, under maritime law,

Mr. Gallo was permitted
to unshackle his prisoner

to protect him from harm.

Therefore, I rule
that the defendant

is not guilty
as a matter of law.

Mr. Gallo, you are free to go.

Yeah!
Oh.

That's a good hug.
Not a good-bye hug.

Cabe is innocent!
Oh, thank God!

You're fired, but you
weren't completely useless.

Thank you.

I'll tell Homeland
that Scorpion

is unconventional
but effective.

All right. Let's get
to the courthouse.

There they are!

Oh, I'm so glad this is over.

Not half as glad as I am.

Not a quarter
glad as I am.

Mwah.

Oh.

I got to tell you,

I was a little worried
this morning

with all that decaf tea
and the calypso music.

Speaking of which, where's Doc?

Uh, not good.

What happened?

Multiple moving violations.

Destruction of property.

Hey, Counselor, we're
gonna need your services.

Oh, boy.

I guess my law business
is really taking off.

How can you not have
fermented fish?

We order from you every week.

Well, keep it in stock
from now on.

Stupid Kovelsky's.

Um... Paige?

I think maybe

you keeping it
together for our sake

never let you
express any stress

you were feeling
for Cabe.

Oh, boy.

I need to apologize to
stupid Kovelsky's.

Hey, how'd it go, guys?

Our lawyer got us
community service.

It's not a big deal.

I shred my intern badge.

Well, we should make
one for Flo, here.

It's Florence.

This one handled herself
like a champ today.

I know we got off
on the wrong foot,

but, um, you helped
keep my team together.

So thank you.

You're welcome.

Okay.

Since you're exonerated,
I guess you want these back.

You guys can keep 'em.

It's just my way of saying
how much you mean to me.

Oh. Sir Ainsley
from Chair of Blades.

The bravest knight
in all the realm.

Well, you were brave to take
up the mantle to defend me.

No way.

A 1959 Gregory.

They don't make them
like this anymore.

I figure you could have
snuck that into the cake

if I'd been convicted.

You know I would.
This is old-school.

Got an old
monogram inside.

Yeah, that's my dad's initials.

Cabe, I can't take
your father's hat.

You made me get to the heart
of some stuff

I needed to face, Doc.

My old man would have liked you.

I'd be honored
if you kept it.

And an old copy of
Tech Talk Made Easy?

I got that right after
I met Walter,

when he was a little guy.

I figured I'd never
understand what he was saying,

but I at least wanted to be
able to speak the language.

The one thing that gave me
comfort through all this,

if I was going away,
was that they'd have you.

Thanks, Cabe.

An old letter?

I figured it'd be easier
to give you that

than to come out and say it.

Well, Allie's waiting for me.

I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Thank you.

What's that letter?

Um, it's...

the letter Cabe wrote
for my visa application.

“To whom it may concern,
I write to you in regards

“to Walter O'Brien, age 12,

“whom I already know
will be the most...

“...remarkable person
I'll meet in my lifetime.

His intellect is surpassed
only by his character”"

Um, it continues on.

He knew right away
how special you are.

It's okay to be calm,

to control what you can control.

Mickey Rivers was right.

But showing emotion
over someone you love,

who loves you...

that's okay, too.

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