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WALTER:
Previously on Scorpion...

Mark Collins?

He was a member of the team.
It didn't work out.

Kicking me off Scorpion,
it was a deep betrayal.

CABE: If I uncuff him
without a direct order,

I violate a half a dozen
federal statutes.

What we're doing
is more important.

Collins!

(cackles)

You're under arrest
for instigating an escape.

- I want a lawyer.
- I want to be your attorney.

- You want to what?
- I can do this.

I want a family.
I've always wanted a family.

And I want one with you.

'Cause I love you.

TOBY (Southern accent):
And what did you observe

Mark Collins doing

prior to unlocking
his stun cuff?

Well, I felt like
he wasn't a threat to run.

Who cares what you feel?
He asked what you observed.

The judge is gonna
nail you for that.

Run it again.
Mr. Gallo,

why did you
feel it was

necessary to unlock
the prisoner's stun cuff?

Look, I didn't think
he was gonna run.

He was faking an ankle injury.

Not what he asked. Answer
what is asked and nothing more.

It's not my fault!

Foghorn Leghorn
is throwing me off!

I resent, I say, I say,
I resent that remark.

SYLVESTER:
Toby is playing

your attorney.
If you're thrown off by him,

how are you gonna
handle a prosecutor?

WALTER: Well, I suggest

that we find out.

Now, Agent Gallo,
you purport to be

some kind of a
lawman, do you not?

You know I'm a federal agent,
Walter.

Yes, one on suspension.

Anyway, I was
wondering why you,

a lawman, continually consort
with criminals?

(chuckles):
I don't consort with criminals.

Do you or do you not, on a daily basis,
associate with...

an illegal gambler...

(normal voice):
Former illegal gambler.

...the daughter of a jailbird...

Only my dad. Mom was clean.

...and the daughter of
a con woman currently on the run

from the authorities?

That's pretty accurate.
Even your lawyer

committed cybertheft
against a bank in his youth.

Man, even I think
he's guilty now.

Look, I'm not,
and that's what I want to say.

Well, you can say that
to your cellmate.

(sighs)

CABE:
You know, what kind of system

would twist the words
of an innocent man and put him in jail?

(Southern accent):
Well, in the immortal words

of Mr. Atticus Finch...
Doc, your ass better be

a size 12, because that's
the size shoe I'm wearing!

Cabe, do you see how worked up

you get?
This role-playing,

it confirms my position:

you have no business
taking the stand.

The trial's
in a few days.

Can we just end this charade so
I can focus on the task at hand?

I need a breather.

Walter, I'm gonna work on my
opening statement in your loft.

TOBY: Walt, I know we're
trying to make a point here,

but... “Say it
to your cellmate”?

That's a little rough, yeah?

Cabe can take it.

It's getting pretty tense
around here.

Can say that again.

What do you think
of Walt dragging us into it,

like we're cut from
criminal cloth or something?

It's uncalled for.

It's ridiculous.
Nonsense.

Malarkey.

Kind of true though.

I mean, we do have some gangster
in our blood.

Moving on,
how is the fixin'

of the comms
coming along?

Link system on these buggers
is still unresponsive.

Even Sly's backup microwave band
is D.O.A.

No case today.
You have time.

Oh, speaking of time,

uh, and how a ton
of it has passed

and you're still not harboring
a fetal fugitive,

um, I've been doing
some research.

No.

I found a very interesting study
out of Russia.

Nyet.
It said that mild

limitations of blood flow
to the extremities

can redirect blood
to the gootius Maximus

and increase chances
of pregnancy by two percent.

You want to tie me up?

What?

No. 'Course not.

We would tie each other up.

Sicko.

“Love is the Tie that Binds”?

Deviant.

CABE:
Damn it, Walter!

Are you kidding me?!

I'm gonna deal with that.

We're not done
with the conversation.

Whatever, Mr. Grey.

(phone rings)

Yep.

You care to explain this?
These are pears, those are plums.

Don't be a wise guy.
TOBY: Hey, all right.

Let's all simmer down.
Everybody's a bit on edge today.

I'm not on edge.
I just want a banana.

I wrote “banana”
on the fridge list.

Walt did the shopping

this week, and,
lo and behold,

no banana.

It is a high caloric fruit
loaded with carbs.

I was trying to be helpful.
You want to be helpful?

Then get me the damn fruit
I asked for.

Wha...?

What the hell just happened?

Walter's psychology
is playing out.

Think about it.
Trial's coming up.

Walter's sharp on
cross-examination.

Then he pokes the
bear with produce.

HAPPY: Crap!
(clattering)

Oh, when it
rains, it pours.

Couldn't help
but overhear you

shouting “crap.”

I just hung up with
Piker Forest Search and Rescue

in New Mexico.
They want us

to get out there
with my winch today.

I scheduled that presentation
for three weeks from now.

HAPPY:
I know.

Which is why my winch
isn't ready

for a full demonstration.

What's the hurry?
A rockslide blocked

the only access road out
of the valley,

and they're expecting
a big storm in three days.

They're worried
about getting emergency vehicles

through the canyon?
Bingo.

So they want us to clear the
boulders before the storm comes.

But they're a rescue unit.
Don't they have their own winch?

Not like mine; it's
a fluxed cylindrical diameter

creating twice the lift capacity
with half the force applied.

I could flick
those boulders off the road

like a couple of dusty boogers.

Ew.
But I don't like

working out my gear
until it's ready.

So I told the boob from
New Mexico I'd think about it,

and I hung up on him.

We can't afford to lose
this job.

Paige, smooth things
over with them,

tell them we're
on our way.

(scoffs softly)

But... we don't all need to go.

Maybe some of us
can stay back with Cabe,

lend moral support as
he preps for his trial.

That's a construct.
There's nothing moral

about Cabe's predicament.

Paige, Sly can hang back
and work with me.

I'll be fine.

See?

He's fine.

I see you're enjoying that plum.

It's the poor man's peach.

♪ ♪

WALTER:
Where is the ranger?

He said he'd meet us here.
That's what the dude at

the rescue team station told us.

He also told us that he used
this government truck

to rescue two bears
from a flash flood.

Not sure he's a source
of reliable info.

Actually, we're really early,
so we should get to it.

'Cause the faster
we get back to L.A.,

the faster I can check on Cabe.

Please. He's going to trial,
not to war. (scoffs)

Hey, we're all stressed
about Cabe...

At least some of us are.
...but let's focus

on making sure my winch
passes today's test

with flying colors.
If Search and Rescue

likes what they see,
the State of New Mexico

will be our first
large-scale buyer.

Then this sucker will get into
sporting good stores nationwide,

sell online,

and Scorpion's money woes
are over.

Our financial cupboard is bare,

and Lord knows
we're not filling it

with any of Walter's inventions.

I beg your pardon.
My hot dog invention,

now known as the “Walter O'Brien
Center Cut Meat Tube...”

What happened to “U-Dog”?
It seems

that there is another patent
for, uh, a hot dog

with a less efficient,

much more shallow
condiment channel,

and some scaredy-cat lawyers
won't allow me to use “U-Dog.”

I even had
to rewrite the jingle.

Oh, please don't.

♪ It's a Meat Tube ♪

♪ Pretty sweet tube ♪

♪ It's a jump up
and get on your feet tube ♪

♪ It's a Walter O'Brien
Center Cut Meat Tube, it's... ♪

What do you think?

I think, for a genius, you sing
about your wiener a lot.

CABE:
So, finding

anything that will help?
Trying.

You've had your nose in that
book for the last three hours.

What you looking for?
Prison regulations

regarding medical care
for inmates.

If our Eighth Amendment argument
doesn't fly,

then I want to have backup.

Good, good. That's good.

Except the law states

that prisoners only need
to receive “adequate” care.

And since the stun
cuff only caused

temporary and nonlethal pain,

then prosecution could argue
that removing the cuff

went beyond the care

that was necessary.
You know what might work?

You letting me work
without interruptions?

Excuse me if your “no wins, no
losses” record in the courtroom

doesn't fill me with confidence.

(alarm beeping)

What the hell was that?

Nothing.

My tea's ready.

(beeping)
We found him?

I can't believe we found him.

Found who?
Yosemite Sam!

(exhales)
You scared me.

Found who?

Uh...

you know, it...

Technically, it's “found whom.”

- Kid!
- Collins.

We may have found Mark Collins.

I got to say, Happy,
that winch worked great.

It was a fantastic invention.

It's no mutilated hot dog.

Man, New Mexico
is beauty-ful!

I haven't been here
in years.

When were you
in New Mexico?

Oh. My old New York bookie,
The Gooch,

he was a little unhappy with me.

I had to lay low
for a while,

so I hobo-trained it
to Santa Fe.

Oh. Can't wait for you to be
the father of my child.

Still getting the
ranger's voicemail.

We're not waiting for him
anymore. He's a half hour late.

We need to get back. So I'll
just bill him. Let's hit it.

That was boring
and uneventful.

Just the kind of case I like.

(plane engine sputtering)

HAPPY:
Listen to that engine.

Plane's not gonna make it.

(plane crashes)

So much for
“boring and uneventful.”

WALTER:
There's no explosion.

There's a good chance
of survival.

Call Search and Rescue!
PAIGE: Already on it.

What a shock-- no answer.

Government employees not doing
their job. What a surprise.

Well, I know one government
employee we can count on.

(phone vibrating)

SYLVESTER: Well, Walt and I
built this supercomputer.

It's constantly searching
for anything that could alert us

to Collins' whereabouts:

his name entered in a database,

algorithm that calculates
a behavioral pattern

that he could fall into,

facial recognition software from
security cameras-- airports,

train stations, banks.

We also keep a tab on
his finances and his relatives.

We call it CLAM:

the Collins Location
and Apprehension Module.

And that's why you guys
wouldn't let us in here.

Walt said
it was because of mold.

No. Just CLAM.

(sighs)
Cabe's not answering either.

I wish we had the comms.
Hey, I have been

working on them all week.
I wish they came

with an insurance plan,
but they didn't.

Never get insurance
on electronics.

It's a sucker's bet.
Shut up.

Yes, dear.
Okay, let's get headed

over that ridge.
We're gonna have

to help those people
on our own for now.

CABE:
So how can a handful

of servers like this

be enough computing power
to analyze

all the data
you're collecting?

Well, we might be
siphoning CPU power

from other government programs

that aren't
necessarily essential.

Doesn't sound legal.

Uh, one of the reasons
why we can't send a cop

to investigate any of the leads
that CLAM provides.

That's what that alarm was.
It was a lead.

Well, a pawn shop in Santa
Barbara contacted the Feds about

a purchase of vintage
and rare radio parts.

They can be modified to act
as transmitters in IEDs.

Any sale of these items
needs to be reported to the ATF.

- And Collins is a radio specialist.
- Exactly.

So he could've found these parts
at a garage sale or a swap meet

and known they were valuable.
And he's on the run,

he's desperate for cash.
He sells 'em to a pawn shop,

and he's got some folding money.

And CLAM caught it
because we have it searching

for anything weird in the
world of radio markets.

All right,
so what's next?

Well... I will direct all
of CLAM's computing power

to Santa Barbara. So...

if Collins is there,
we're gonna catch him.

MAN:
Over here!

Help! Okay, honey,
help is here.

I'll check the passengers.

Grab the water from the back.
Got it.

Uh, I'm a doctor.
What can you tell me?

I'm Frank.
My daughter Jessie

got knocked out when
the plane crashed.

Her leg is mangled.
TOBY: Fib fracture.

It's impacted.
I can set it,

but when she wakes up,
that's gonna hurt like hell.

She got a concussion

upon impact, but her vitals
are steady, so she'll be okay.

It's best if I set this
before she wakes up.

(bones cracking)

Who are you people?

We're federal contractors
out here

to clear a rockslide
caused by the same wind shears

that most likely
made your plane crash.

HAPPY: What happened?
We were on a family trip.

I lost control.
We only had one chute,

so I sent Elijah.

Elijah?
My son.

He's 14-- he jumped out

somewhere
northwest of here.

You got to help me find him.

(phone ringing)
Hello?

Ms. Dineen,
this is Ranger Carter

with Search and Rescue.
Where have you been?

We have multiple
active incidents in the field.

Sudden wind shears
are taking out climbers

left and right.
And planes.

We're at a small Cessna
five miles from the landslide.

One injured, stable,
one lost teenager,

and we have a doctor
providing treatment.

We've got a civilian

on a rock ledge 50 feet up
with no harness.

We got to tend
to that one first.

See if you can communicate
with your lost teen.

I'll be in touch
as soon as I can.

Walter, what do we do?

Well, we go find his son.

Toby and Happy,
stay here and tend to Jessie.

Paige, we're gonna go
with Frank.

He knows the general area
that Elijah jumped out of.

We can calculate the rest.
HAPPY: There's no roads

out there--
you guys will have to hike.

Call me when she wakes up.

Copy that.
Good luck.

I don't get
why you're mad.

It's my freedom
at stake!

I have a right
to know you're trying

to get the guy who screwed me.
But we didn't

want to get your hopes up
that we would catch him.

Now, with all the
extra computing MIPS

that I've directed
at Collins' last known location,

we have a shot.
Yeah, well, I'm still pissed.

I missed a call
from Paige.

Yeah, Paige.

What's up?

Okay, you got to be kidding me.

All right,
I'm putting you on speaker.

Sly, listen up.

PAIGE: ...and Happy and Toby
are with Jessie.

We're trying to locate
Frank's son.

It's tough terrain,
so we're guesstimating.

WALTER:
Uh, Sly,

can you run some
calculations?

Roger that.

I am pulling up a map of
Piker State Forest as we speak.

Hey, Cabe, could you get Happy
on the line? And, Frank,

hit me with it.

We were about 8,000 feet
when Elijah leapt.

Approximate coordinates?
No idea.

We were in a nosedive--
I was panicking.

How about when you first started
having trouble with the plane?

Rough estimate, let's say we
just passed northwest of Taos,

going west.

Okay. And your son's
approximate weight?

About 150.

All right, I got Happy
and Toby linked in.

Hey, guys,

just doing a fast track
of your phones' GPS location

so we can find Elijah.

How's the girl doing?

Search and Rescue's med kit
had an air cast.

Toby strengthened it
with two branches.

My man's pretty slick
when he needs to be.

CABE: Yeah, well,
speaking of slick, Walter,

I found out about the CLAM
under the ramp.

Thought we had mold
under the ramp.

SYLVESTER:
Okay,

I pinpointed the crash site,

and I've got
an approximate jump spot.

Got it. Sending you
the coordinates for where Elijah

should have landed--
it's about

a hundred square yards,
since I couldn't predict

any wind shears he might have
encountered on his descent.

Eh, we're not far away.

Sly, Cabe,
we'll call you

if we need anything, but I think
we've got Elijah pinpointed.

We're in good shape.

It's just up here,
this way.

TOBY:
Okay.

Well, she's
starting to stir.

Touch of meperidine
so she doesn't wake up

in excruciating pain.

(exhales)

(bird squawking in distance)

Oh...
Hey, hey, Jess, Jess, Jess.

Jess, you're okay.

You were in a
plane crash.

You have a broken leg
and a concussion.

I'm a doctor.
You've been treated.

A medevac will hopefully
be here shortly.

My dad?

HAPPY: Oh, he's fine.
He's with our friends.

They went to go get
your brother.

My brother?

Oh.

Okay.

Uh... does my dad
know where he is?

Our colleagues think
they have it narrowed down

to where he landed.

I just hope he finds him.

Hey, guys, just
a heads-up.

We got an awake and alert
patient over here.

Jessie, thank God.

Listen, honey,

we're getting close
to your brother.

Soon as we find him,
I'll let you know, okay?

Okay, Dad.

(panting)

We really need to find him.

I promise I will.

Okay, look,

I just made a promise
to my girl,

so are we almost there or what?

We're in the zone Sylvester
indicated. So it's big.

- Well, then we split out.
- No.

Then one of us could get lost,

and we'd have
two people to find.

Actually, I think
we have zero. Look.

That's him.

Elijah? Elijah, can you hear us?

I can't even see him up there

with the branches
and the parachute.

- I'm going up the chute cords.
- No, no, no!

No, no! You might
pull him down!

(gasps)

I'm no genius, but something
tells me you don't have a son.

♪ Scorpion 4x10 ♪
Crime Every Mountain
Original Air Date on November 27

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Come on.
Hurry up.

Good. Leave your bag.

Each of you put on a pack,

and put your phones
on the ground.

(sighs)

Good.

So, Elijah was
three bags of cash.

Since we're
near Mexico,

I assume that you run cash
for arms dealers

or drug peddlers?

What kind of monster
do you think I am?

It's just drug money.

I don't deal with guns.

Except for this one--

which I'll use
if you two try anything.

This isn't personal.

But if I had to carry all three
of these bags by myself,

it would take forever,
and the folks that are waiting

for this kind of delivery...
they get mad when you're late.

Tie this around your waists

so you can't run off anywhere.

So you've established
your son isn't real.

Is Jessie even
your kid?

That she is.
Chip off the old block, too.

Speaking of which...

(radio static)

Jessie.

We found it.

It?

Who besides my mother
refers to their son as “it”?

JESSIE:
Don't move.

Okay, something tells me
we're gonna regret helping her.

Turn around, slow.

Hey, Jess, my pals here
are gonna help me

hump the cash
back to the vehicle.

Make sure
you keep those other two

from causing any problems, okay?

See you in a bit.
Copy that, Dad.

All right, the both of you,
toss me your phones.

I should've gotten
the insurance plan.

(rapid beeping)

I knew we'd get another hit.

What does it say?

Uh, just one name.

Beatrice Collins, 92.

She's being transferred
to Shady Pines.

It's a high-end
assisted living facility,

in Santa Barbara!

That's got to be
Collins's grandmother.

That's why he sold
those radio parts--

so he could get the money
to put her in the geezer home.

Looks like we're going
to Santa Barbara.

(whispering):
Tied up at gunpoint--

what would Cabe do
in this situation?

Well, we might not have
Cabe around much longer.

We need to think brains,
not brawn.

You've been a real jerk
about Cabe lately--

- I don't like it.
- We could fall off a cliff.

No, we're not gonna
fall off a cliff.

If Cabe gets convicted,
he'd want us to stay strong.

I'm not talking about Cabe--
a literal cliff, 15 feet high.

We passed it
on the way here.

Now, if we jump off, our
weight pulls Frank off.

We'd get hurt, too.

We know it's coming,
so we brace ourselves.

Besides, if he gets his
money back to our truck,

he's gonna kill
us all anyway.

You know,
your bedside manner sucks.

JESSIE:
If it looks loose,

you'll regret not doing
it right the first time.

Now you. Your ankles.

Hey, Jess, your dad
said that Elijah

was 150 pounds.

A dollar bill is .04 ounces,
and since the hundred

is the preferred denomination
of arms dealers...

Drug dealers.

My mistake.

So 10,000 hundreds

is a million dollars,
so that's...

25 pounds

per million dollars,
so... I'm assuming

there's over $6 million
being brought back here?

Your wrists.

And shut up.

JESSIE:
Okay.

You don't pull anything,
I don't shoot you.

HAPPY:
You sure know a lot

about denominational choices
of scumbags.

Well, try paying The Gooch
with crumpled singles.

Our kid has no shot--
it's going to jail.

Hey, I have to stop.

Hey. Get that
pack back on.

Hey, I have
an old lacrosse injury,

and it is killing me.

If you want that
money carried,

I need a break.

You got a lacrosse injury, too?

Uh... chess club.

Two minutes.
(radio static)

Hey, Jess.

My caddies need a blow,

so we'll be back
at it again soon.

(yelling)

(gasps)

(yells)

Why aren't we
on the ground?

Oh, the cord's caught
on branches.

Lying bastards!

(gunshot)
(gasps)

(gunshots)

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Stop shooting! If you hit
us, we're dead weight,

and you won't be able
to lift us up!

I'll take my chances.

(gunshots)

Rockslide!

You okay?

Yeah. You?

Yeah.

(panting)

Well, the good news--
Frank can't get to us.

Bad news?

We can't get out.

(both groan)

All right, that should
give us some fresh air.

Now we have
to figure out a way out.

What if he's waiting for us?

Oh, you heard him. He can't be
late delivering the money,

so he saw us get stuck,
we're no longer a threat.

He'll be lugging
those three heavy bags

to the plane by himself,
content to let us die in here.

There's a lovely thought.

You want a worse one?
He's gonna kill Happy and Toby

once he knows
that his daughter's okay

and Toby's medical help
isn't needed anymore.

So, those bags
will slow him down,

but we need to find a solution
before he gets back to them.

So, let's start thinking.

Aah! Oh, what is that?

I kicked something.

Oh, oh. Oh, Frank's walkie.

Must have dropped it
when he fell.

Jessie has the other one.
She'll hear us asking for help.

We need to signal Happy
and Toby without her knowing.

I have an idea.

(rhythmic static)

Morse code?

(static continues)
No. Static's too amorphous

for the sharp tones
needed for Morse code.

What I'm doing is even better.

(rhythmic static)

Ugh!

Part of me thinks
you engineered all of this

just to get me into zip ties.

If I did,
I forgot the safe word.

(static)
JESSIE: Dad?

Dad, the connection's bad.
You have to find higher ground.

Sounds like Daddy dearest is
having trouble reaching out.

Dad?!

Maybe Walt tricked the guy
into getting lost,

bought us some time.
Shh. (static)

I don't even think
Daddy's with our pals anymore.

What are you talking about?
Listen to that static.

(rhythmic static)

Doesn't it sound familiar?

(rhythmic static)

No way.

BOTH:
It's a Meat Tube.

♪ Pretty sweet tube ♪

♪ It's a jump up and get
on your feet tube... ♪

JESSIE:
Dad?

Hello?

We got to get Jess's walkie.

I may have a way...
but it's a little crimey.

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Hello!

(sighs)

SYLVESTER:
We're looking

for a resident here.
A man's freedom is at stake.

Welcome to Shady Pines.

Oh, man.
I'm sorry.

Could you say that again, honey?
Hello!

Hello!
I am an attorney,

and I am looking for someone
named Beatrice Collins.

A very bad criminal is going
to meet with her soon.

She's moving in today.

Is she a lady friend, or...

...are you unattached?

Aye.

Yes, he's unattached...
Ooh.

...and you two can talk about
it over tea after you tell us

where Beatrice is.

Beatrice. Just a minute.

Take one for the team,
Counselor.

Sorry. There is nobody
by that name moving in today.

Are you certain?
Absolutely.

My eyes are in perfect shape.

Just like the rest of me.

Super.

What the hell's going on?

The CLAM said she'll be here.

Could be data overload,
it could be a glitch.

(phone chimes)
Oh.

But it's not
glitching now. Look.

We got a facial recognition
match in Santa Barbara.

He is here.

Let's move.

(laughs)

Well, the trick is to
untie your shoelaces

and then loop them
through your zip ties.

If you can untie my laces,
untie the damn rope.

Did you not hear
the gun lady threaten

to shoot me if I cut corners

on my tie job?

I can't get 'em
with my wrists zipped,

but your shoelaces,
on the other hand.

Voilà.

Okay. Now we make
friction your friend.

Do I even want to know
how you know how to do this?

You'll be shocked to learn
it involves The Gooch.

And the trunk of his car.

Oh.

Is this what we have to
look forward to with our kids?

Pulling them out of trouble

when they are caught
by Paulie Six-Fingers?

It was actually
Donnie Four-Fingers.

You want to know how
he wound up with four fingers?

No. Now get in the cockpit.

What's that for?

Our captor.

Who's approaching
the plane's aileron.

On my call,
you run out and grab her gun.

JESSIE:
Dad,

this damn thing's not working.
Ready?

Go!

(grunts)

(Toby groans, gasps)

Not so fast!

Okay, tie her to
the landing gear.

(zip tie tightening)

Won't want her
hearing our plan.

Okay, Walt, Paige,
what's going on?

Happy! Thank God.
We're buried in a cave.

Frank's returning
to the truck.

Not good.
WALTER: We need

your winch to remove the rocks.

Well, we can't get to you
without possibly

crossing Frank
on his way back here.

PAIGE:
Then find a way

he definitely won't be going.

He can't climb
with all the bags he's carrying.

Uh, there's a Search
and Rescue map in the truck.

WALTER: Great. Now,
remember Sly's calculations

for fake-Elijah's
parachute jump?

We leapt off the cliff about
four miles southeast of there.

Uh, 15 feet high.

Okay, I found it.

Uh, there is a 90-foot cliff

not far from here.

There's rope
in the truck.

Toby could rappel down.

I could?

And be a few miles
shy of you.

- He'll carry the winch on his back.
- I will?

Yeah, you baby.

And once you are gone,

I will pull the spark
plugs from the truck,

and booby-trap the door, so
once they're both closed,

Daddy and his little
girl can't get out.

Frank can shoot his way out.

It's a rescue vehicle designed

for mountain conditions.

The windows
are reinforced

to withstand rockfalls.
It's essentially bulletproof.

TOBY:
All right, guys.

Hold tight. I'll, uh...
I'll see you soon.

PAIGE:
Okay. Hurry.

You know, scary as it sounds,
our fate is in Toby's hands.

Still better
than being in Cabe's shoes.

Walter, do you have any idea
how cold that sounds?

Well, it's a fact.

I'd rather be here
with a chance of rescue

than be facing years in prison

with a novice attorney
as my only hope.

(sighs)

The “say it to your cellmate”
comment this morning,

intentionally
not buying him bananas.

I had no idea
he wanted bananas.

Do you realize
what you're doing?

You're subconsciously distancing
yourself from Cabe

so if he goes to prison,
it'll hurt less.

But you are only ruining
your last moments with him.

Didn't you ever have a friend
move away when you were a kid

and have to say good-bye?

I didn't have friends...

before Scorpion, so...

didn't really have a...
a friend to lose.

I don't know what I'd do
if Cabe gets taken away.

Don't know how
to process it.

When my mom left my dad...

...he said to me, “The worst
thing you can do to yourself

is care about someone more
than you care about yourself.”

He meant

pain is the price
you pay for love.

You are trying
to avoid paying the price.

Tell me what to do.
I don't... I don't know.

Don't push him away.

'Cause if the worst happens...

...you'll never
forgive yourself.

You sure you had
the address right?

I have a very high IQ.
I know how to read an address.

(phone rings)

Oh, man,
it's your prosecutor.

Hello. This is Sylvester Dodd.

WOMAN:
This is Assistant

U.S. Attorney Hadley Dine,
assigned to Mr. Gallo's case,

notifying you
that we'll be subpoenaing

all of his financial records.

We received an anonymous tip

from an account
in your client's name

with a recent deposit
of $50,000.

No way! I'm broke!

What does this have
to do with Mark Collins?

The deposit was traced

to an offshore account
in Collins's name at Tuza Banco.

Mr. Collins sent

your client the money.

I'll call you back.

That's bull.

I never took any
money from Collins.

I've never set foot
near a Tuza Banco.

Cabe.

That son of a bitch
is toying with us.

(Jessie grunting)

(inhales sharply)
Ow!

(gasps)

(groans)
Hey, what's your problem?

The air cast is deflating.

Hurts like hell.
Well, you've made

some poor life choices. Sorry.

(gasps)

(sighs)

I'll pump your cast,
but I want some answers.

Fine. Just help me.

(wincing through teeth)

So, when did you decide
to join the family business

of being a dirtbag criminal?

Screw you.
Okay.

- Cast go bye-bye.
- No, no, no. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry.

(sighs)
I don't know.

I-I just always
followed my dad around.

It was just me and him.

What he did, I did.
But...

when you were a kid,

were you stealing Barbies
and stuff?

What are you getting at?

Was it your call, or
did he drag you into this mess?

You know what? Forget it.
I don't care.

I mean, your dad's
your dad, you know?

(air pumping)

(sighs)

When we get back,
you and Walter

are gonna get into
that CLAM thing.

And you're gonna figure out
how Collins cracked it.

Cabe.

And then you're gonna
figure out how to track him.

- And then we're gonna find him.
- Cabe.

And I'm gonna beat him to
within an inch of his life

until he confesses.
Cabe.

He beat us, okay?

He totally manipulated us.

You need to stop with these
unrealistic fantasies.

You taking the stand, you
beating Collins to confession.

You need to get real.

This is going
to be a tough trial.

And the only way out
is through.

You need to get that
in your head.

(engine starts)

Walter?

Paige?
Toby! Toby, in here!

Where have you been?!

Oh, I'm so sorry. Did I not
scale down a 90-foot cliff

and run here
with a piece of machinery

strapped to my back
fast enough for you?

Point taken.

I'm gonna feed
the strap to you now.

Wrap it around
and then send it back to me.

Got it. Okay.

Strap coming through!

(groaning)

(Walter groans)

TOBY:
All right!

Stand back!

Okay.

(groaning)
TOBY: Three.

Two. One. Go!

All right, all right.

Little performance anxiety.
Happens to everyone.

What's going on?

Uh...

sleeve column's broken.
PAIGE: What?

Happy's inventions
never break.

They do when
her husband accidentally

drops it off a 90-foot cliff.

My bad.

I can replace it, I-I just need

something smooth
and canal-shaped.

Just like a Walter O'Brien
Center Cut Meat Tube.

Yeah, Walt,

that's a great idea.
I'll just run to the nearest

imaginary supermarket

and buy one of your stupid
imaginary hot dogs.

No, this area's
full of cypress trees.

Take a young branch and then
carve out a trench with a stone.

It's gonna need
a friction barrier,

otherwise the cable
won't pull smoothly.

I'm adding sap!

Uh...

Just like fixings
in my Meat Tube.

You don't know how that sounds.

Okay.

Here it goes!

(winch whirring)

(both coughing)

I never thought
we'd get out.

Further up here, to the left.

Happy, they're out.
How goes you?

Well, not so good.

(whispers):
Daddy's home.

Come on, Toby, you can make it!
My arms are so tired.

You got to hurry! Frank won't
expect us to climb this wall.

'Cause it's insane!

WALTER: We got to get
the jump on him.

Come on, Toby.
Happy's life is on the line!

Hand over hand, just like
the rope in gym class.

I always...

hated... that rope,

'cause it gave...
friction burns

to my gooty!

Okay, I just untied
your daughter,

I loaded up all your gear

from the plane, and secured
all your bags of cash.

How about you,
uh, let me go?

Nice try.

Now help my daughter
in the truck.

Okay, if you
say so.

Uh, you getting in or what?

My leg's killing me.

I'll get in
when it's time to go.

You leg's killing you
because hanging it

causes blood to rush,
which causes throbbing.

At least rest it
in the footwell.

You know, for someone
who's made poor life decisions,

I'm still getting away.

If you say so.

Okay, one door down.

Just need that
driver's door closed

and they're trapped.

(glove compartment opens)

Dad, there's no maps.

Now step away from the truck.

(knocks on glass)
Dad, did you hear me?

Dad! She messed
with the truck!

Hey!

Get over here.

What did you do?

I'll kill you.
Okay, listen,

your daughter is trapped
in a truck with no way out

and you are 100
miles away from

the people who are
waiting for that money.

Happy's stalling.

You gonna leave her here and hope
that the state rangers don't find her?

She wants us to do something.

You gonna try to get her out...?
Okay, whatever it is,

let's do it fast.

There's no good options.

Fix this damn truck.

That guy's gonna snap-- all he
cares about is the damn money.

PAIGE:
That's not the only thing

he cares about.

Toby.

Go find a sharp stone,

cut the brakes.

HAPPY: Look, I don't
care about your money.

I don't care who
you deliver it to.

So why don't you throw
that gun into the woods

and I give you my word,
I will fix your truck.

Okay? And then you and Jess
can get out of here.

You think I'm stupid?

Open the door!

(groans)

Okay, fine.
Take it easy.

I have a release cord
running to the truck bed.

I will undo it.

Just... be cool.

Now!

Dad! The cliff!

Dad! I can't get out!
Jessie!

Jessie!
Stop it!

Jessie, baby, hold on, baby!

Dad, get me out of here!

Jessie, I got...

Jessie! Jessie, hold on!

Hit the brake!

The brake's not working!

Help us!
JESSIE: What do I do?!

Dad! There's a cliff coming!
Get out of the way!

Oh, God. I'm not leaving you!
Move!

Move, get out of the way!
(grunting)

Oh, God.

(screams)

That held up well, considering
I didn't secure it.

We bluffed you, Frank.

On an actual bluff,
which makes it cooler.

Okay, you know the drill.

I'm gonna put some
leftovers in a pot,

and in about 15 minutes,
you'll start complaining.

Mm-hmm, thanks.

Yeah, thanks, Paige.

Hey.

What's up, grabby?

Okay, we literally watched a kid
almost fall into the abyss today

'cause she followed
her dad's footsteps.

And?

And we have gangster blood.
You said so yourself.

We can't make a hoagie
with spoiled meat.

My meat's not spoiled.

Genetics are real, doctor.

Sweetheart, it's
nature vs. nurture.

Jess was nurtured
by a sociopath.

Our children will be
nurtured by you and me.

And what if we suck?

We're gonna be great.

I mean, all parents
do suck, sometimes.

But when we do, we
got Super-Mom Paige

to watch out for us.

And Walter's
already reading up

on early-stage
neurological development.

Sly's gonna give that kid
a daily sanitizer dip.

And Cabe will put
his foot up our ass

if we so much as
miss a violin recital.

If anything, we got to worry
about them screwing up our kid.

We're gonna be fine.

Okay?

Okay.

Hey. How you guys holding up?
SYLVESTER: All right.

Sorry we weren't there for you
when you needed us.

Yeah, you guys could've
been hurt while we were out

on our wild-goose chase.

This damn trial's
got everything screwed up.

I need him focused,

but Collins has him shaken.

Well, he's back home
in the garage, where he's safe.

CABE:
Son of a bitch.

I found this.

It's from Collins, I just know.

I-Is it safe?

Do we need to call
the bomb squad?

No, that's too blunt.
Not Mark's style.

“So you look sharp in court.

“May the winds of justice
forever be at your back.

“P.S.

You should've gotten
a better lawyer.”

Son of a bitch was in our home!

Okay, Cabe,
let's just try to relax.

He set me up
for letting him escape.

He framed me for a bribe
I didn't take.

I've dedicated my life
to this country!

I've never taken a
dime I didn't earn.

For honor, duty.

'Cause it's what's right!

Collins can take my family,
my freedom, he can take

my friends,
he can take everything!

But I refuse
to let him take my name!

My father's name.

It won't happen.

Cabe...

what you just said was raw.

Unfiltered.
Emotional.

And completely believable.

Because it wasn't fantasy.

It was real.

You spoke honestly
and from the heart.

Your feelings are authentic,

and that's what the judge
needs to hear,

one on one, without a jury.

I'll ask for
a bench trial

so you can just speak directly
to a learned jurist.

Just Cabe Gallo

being Cabe Gallo.

Nothing more convincing
in the world.

You're saying
I can tell my side?

Yes.

I want you to testify.

Well, all right, then.

Well, let's get to work.

(indistinct chatter)

TOBY:
We got proof...

Picked these up from Kovelsky's
on the way back.

Thank you, Walter.

Whatever you need, Cabe.

I'm not going anywhere.

Thank you, son.

Thanks to all of you.

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