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Previously on Scorpion...
Hey, Patty. I made
this for you.

Cool. Thanks, kiddo.

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

and I want one with you
'cause I love you.

Shall we start now?

So, I saw you talking
to Flo earlier.

You glad I convinced you
to keep her around?

Yes. I have to admit,
the reason why

I didn't want her to
come was, uh, childish.

What was that?
It's very silly, actually.

I-I dreamt we were married

and we kissed.
What?

♪ When you're with me

♪ My mind can rest.

One thing's for sure,
I am not a musician.

Oh. Hey, guys.

You're back.

How'd it go at Elia's
new factory?

Well, the software installation
was successful.

SYLVESTER: And by
successful, he means

no one was launched into
space or taken hostage.

And Elia was pleasantly
surprised and we got paid.

I also got a check in the mail
from the UCLA job.

Plus, money back
from Cabe's bail,

which means we have enough
to cover the overdue bills

and still be in the black
for the first time in months.

(wind rushing)
Listen to those Santa Ana winds.

SYLVESTER:
Reports are saying

they are the strongest
ever for February.

Oh. It's just you guys.

Uh, he's expecting Patty.

Why would Patty be coming over?

We don't have any
alderman business today.

She e-mailed and said
she wanted to talk to me

about her school's
Sadie Hawkins Day dance.

What's that?

It's a dance where the girls
invite the boys.

So instead of being
rejected to our faces,

nerds are merely ignored.

Refreshing change of pace,
actually.

WALTER:
So, Patty is

coming over to ask you

to a dance?

Well done, young squire.

I'm gonna comb my hair again.

(sighs)

Are you okay with this?

Reserving judgment.

Why didn't Happy and Toby
come back with you guys?

They did, but the wind blew
Toby's hat off

when he exited her truck.
Fourth time today.

WALTER:
And Happy is helping him

get it out of a tree.

Also fourth time today.

Can I please just have
my hat back?

Speak of the devil.

Only if I can staple
it to your head.

TOBY:
That is uncalled for.

No, what's uncalled for

is wearing a fedora
365 days a year.

Is it me or is she just
crankier than usual?

They had tests to determine
if there's a medical reason

why Happy isn't pregnant yet.

They've been expecting
the results all day.

You must be really stressed

because we both know

that this hat makes me
look foxy.

I know.

Just relax. It's gonna be fine.

Okay, you keep saying that,

but we still haven't heard from
the doctors and it is past 5:30.

Bad sign, right?
Mm-mm.

I'm sure the lab results
are in the system

and the doctor just hasn't
had a chance to review them.

This happens all the time.
No big deal.

I can't shake the feeling that
something is wrong with me.

Hey, look at me.

You're perfect.

There's nothing wrong with you.
I promise.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Hell of a way to spend
Valentine's Day.

Walter.

These are for you.

Sweet "Ring Around the Rosie."

I don't know what to say.

Say that you will get

your address numbers
over your door repainted.

These were delivered to me

by mistake.

Paige's name is on the card.

I'm giving them to you

so that you can
give them to her

as my presenting them
would be confusing.

I'll be going now.

Was that Patty?

Florence.
Ah, damn it.

Language.

For you, my Valentine.

Walter, they're beautiful.

The olfactory component's
quite satisfying.

Go ahead. Sniff.

Okay.
(sniffs)

(sneezes)

Do you have allergies to roses?

No.

You don't like the candy
I gave you this morning?

It's unopened.

No, I love it.

Oh, okay.

Walter, look.

(chuckles)

Sneezing, nausea,
you've got the flu.

TOBY: Paige,
you got the flu.

Thought you ducked the job today

because things with Elia
always go sideways.

No, I didn't duck anything.

It was simple IT work
and with Cabe at Homeland,

I thought I'd take advantage
of the quiet

and work on the books.

Oh. (sneezes)

Fine. I'm sick.

I'd hoped if I'd stayed in

I'd feel up for having
Valentine's dinner tonight.

Oh, don't worry
about the date.

We'll just get you
upstairs and rest.

I concur. Doctor's orders.

What? Off you go.

No, Patty.

This garage is infected
with influenza

and I cannot risk my intern
getting sick. Skedaddle.

Relax, I've had my flu shot

and I have a fantastic
immune system.

My entire school career

I have only missed three days.

Oh, here it comes.

And I've never had a tardy.

Where's Ralph?

Hey.

Here I am.
Hey, Patty.

Way to play it cool.

Uh, some place
we can talk privately?

Uh, Sly's office.

Perfect.

Uh, Ralph, sweetie, will you
bring Mommy more tissues?

Ralph is busy, but have no fear,
Walter's here with tissues

and mentho-lyptus rub
and vegetable elixir

full of vitamins
to put you on the mend.

Oh, thank you.
Quick warning, though.

The elixir, don't be concerned
if it turns your urine red

'cause it-it will.

Mm.

(gags)

That's terrible.

Yeah, it's got radishes
for magnesium,

beets for manganese and
ginger root for your nausea.

Now, you just relax

and prepare yourself
for more Valentine's treats.

You already got me
candy and flowers.

Well, that's just the beginning.

I did research on the holiday

and, trust me, I will be
checking all the boxes.

Oh, well, nothing says romance
like checking boxes.

So, this Sadie Hawkins dance
checks all the boxes.

It ends early so I won't
be tired for Mathletes

the next morning.
I get school credit

for doing the decorations
and I like the break

with traditional gender roles
in the dating process.

Sounds great.
Couldn't agree more.

You should definitely go.

That's what I was thinking.

But I need to
ask you something.
Yes.

I haven't even
asked you yet.

Doesn't matter.
I accept.

Great. I'm sure it
won't take too long.

Mm, wait.

What won't take too long?

The tutoring.

I need you to tutor Jesse Colt.

He's in my civics class,
but he's failing trig.

And if he doesn't ace
Friday's quiz,

his parents take away his car,
make him quit basketball

and forbid him to
go to the dance.

I need him to go to that dance,
Ralph.

Mm, because he's helping
with the decorations, too?

No, because he has
the eyes of Paul Newman

and the shoulders of Atlas.

Oh.

Sadie Hawkins
is the perfect opportunity

for me to ask him out.

And you're the smartest
person I know.

If anyone can get

Jesse through trig and
to the dance, it's you.

He's outside.
Can I get him?

Please?

I need your help.

Okay.

SYLVESTER:
Sorry, Ralph.

That sucks.

Some entertainment
while my love recuperates.

Just hooking up the antenna...

You don't see the irony
of a tech genius

hooking up a
40-year-old TV?

Well, since I don't have
a TV in my loft,

I had to make do
with what I could find

behind the trailer.

Voilà.

It's a little bit shaky,
but it'll work.

REPORTER:
The crashed medevac chopper
Oh, thank you.

is lodged in the girders

high atop the still-under-
construction skyscraper

behind me.

Pilot and passenger are alive,
but firefighters are unable

to reach them, stymied by both
the height of the accident site

and the strong Santa Ana winds

that brought down the chopper
in the first place.

Stay tuned as we bring you more
on this developing story.

This sounds like the kind of
case we normally get called for.

(cell phone rings)
Hello?

Hi, Cabe.

Toby, Happy, gear up.

We've got to get a doctor
and a pilot

from a chopper on a girder.

Well, that made sense.

Hey, you guys
are headed out?

What about me?
You stay.

With sicky? I'm about
to leave this den of germs.

We'll need you on our servers
tracking wind patterns downtown,

figure a way to
predict gusts.

Copy that.

Hey, uh, Ralph,
Sly's gonna be busy,

so help your mom
if she needs it.

Can I talk to you for a moment?

I'll meet you outside
in a second.

Who's that young man?

Jesse Colt.
More like Jesse Dolt.

Check it out.
Hey, Jesse,

after we study
right triangles,

we should take a look
at wrong triangles. Okay?

Cool, dude.

Okay, he's a dullard.

That's why you're allowing him
to do those problems improperly?

Ralph, I saw the worksheet.

Patty wants to ask him
to the dance.

If he fails, he can't go.

Then maybe she'll ask me.

Okay, so, I-I have
to go save some people,

so I don't have time to
get into this right now,

but this is not the way
to earn Patty's company.

You're better than this.

You can't talk.

You already have my mom.

You don't know
what it's like.

Gust took that bird right down.

No way to the top.

Copter rotors severed
the elevator cables.

Ladders don't reach.

Wind's too strong to climb up.

Crash debris is blocking
the copter door

so the pilot and passenger
can't exit.

Now, you guys
have a reputation

for creative thinking.

Hoping you might have

an out-of-the-box solution
for this mess.

Are the people inside hurt?

Just bumps and bruises.

If the chopper isn't working
and the people inside are okay,

why not just wait
until the wind dies down?

Can't. Passenger's
Dr. Alicia Miller,

thoracic reconstructive surgeon.

She was being flown in

to save a car accident victim

with a hole torn in his sternum.

From what I've heard,
he hasn't got much time

if she can't get to him.

Toby, is there any way
you could do the surgery?

No, no, chest wall
reconstruction is brutal.

I try to pull that off without
practice, I could kill the guy.

CABE:
So the only nearby

qualified doctor
is stuck up there

and the man
she needs to save

is dying in the hospital
right across the street.

Chief, have you
established contact?

Yeah...

Hello?
BENAVIDEZ: Dr. Miller.

The team I told you
about is here.

Hey. Dr. Miller,
my name's Walter O'Brien.

Now, how are the conditions?

Uh, scary.

Wind's rattling us hard.

Okay, sit tight.
You will be saved.

Walter, don't make
those kinds of promises

until you have a plan.

WALTER:
I do have a plan.

I started devising it
after Cabe called.

Now, Sly, how's
that task coming

I gave you?
Yeah, I'm hacked
into a weather monitor

on the roof of a TV station
down the street from you,

as well as every anemometer
upwind for 30 miles.

I'll be able to warn you

a few seconds
before any big wind gusts.

That's excellent.

Happy, grab the winch
from your truck.

Toby, grab two

metal oxygen tanks
from the hospital

and then meet me
on its roof.

And Cabe, I need a big

piece of PVC pipe

from the construction site
over there. Chief?

Grab me a fire axe?

What the hell
are you gonna do?

I'm gonna go to the top
of the building,

and I'm bringing
those people down.

♪

(wind rushing, howling)

So it's gonna be tricky.

I got the oxygen!

Excellent.
Walt.

The doctor who gave me these
told me the patient waiting

for Dr. Miller's
in a really bad way.

It's a 21-year-old kid
with a hole in his sternum,

and it compromised
his thoracic cavity,

just destroying
its normal vacuum.

He can't breathe
on his own.

And he's intubated,
but every time his lungs fill,

there's a chance
it's gonna extrude

through the chest opening
and tear.

And the surgical fix
is really intricate.

So we got to get the specialist
in the sky on terra firma,

or that dude is a goner.

Winch!

Pipe!
And axe!

That's the worst
law firm name ever.

Great. Now we just need
one more thing: magnets.

And four of them.

Uh, if your plan involves
what I think it involves,

you're insane.

Why? What's insane about it?
WALTER: Nothing.

It's a brilliant plan.
Now, the magnets would need

to be light and very strong,
like, uh... neodymium.

Uh, well, open MRI machines
use neodymium.

Hospital probably has them,

but they're not just gonna
hand them over

like they did
these O2 tanks.

Let's flash our badges,
get these guys what they need.

Come on.
All right.

I couldn't help
but notice that this hospital

is in the same health system
as our doctor.

Yeah, 'cause you looked
it up on your phone.

Okay, comms off. Now.

You said that
our fertility test results

could already be in the system,

which means that when
we're finished with the job,

all we'd have to do is take a
peek on one of those computers.

Would barely even be illegal.

They're our results.

And the doctor's gonna
call with them tomorrow.

Just got to be patient.

Waiting is driving me nuts.

If you're right, and there's
nothing wrong with me,

you should want me to know
sooner rather than later.

Get that thing cracked open yet?

Working on it.
How long does
it take

to remove a few screws?

Not long,
if you focus on the job.

I am focused.

Okay. Remember,

these magnets are strong,
so watch

your phones and any metal.

Will this be okay?

TOBY:
Hello.

Somebody went all out for V Day.

With the bail money back,
I was able to spend a few bucks

for a nice present for Allie.

If it's real gold,
you should be fine.

How cheap do you think I am?

Well, your cereal box
says "Cereal."

Generic
is how you get your savings.

Okay, that's all the magnets.
Let's get the chief and go.

What's that?

Hospital window washer's rig.

HAPPY:
Good thinking, boss.

Seat will make the ride
a little bit more comfortable.

Why?

What exactly is your plan?

We're gonna launch
the winch cable

from here on the hospital roof
across the street,

up and over a girder...

PAIGE: Walter.
...near the crashed chopper.

Do you plan on having your butt
in the window washer's seat?

Paige, you should be resting.

CABE:
Hey,

how are you gonna pull this off?

Math and physics.

Yeah, thanks
for clearing that up.

Chief, can you grab
those cinderblocks,

and Cabe, the PVC pipe?

You're just guessing at the aim?

We don't have to.
We know the adjacent...

About 140 feet across.

...and the opposite.

Eight stories up, so 80 feet.

So we can find the tangent.

140 feet across, 80 feet up...

35 degrees.

I was gonna say that.

Walt, angle it 35 degrees.

WALTER:
Was that Ralph I heard?

Can you tell him
I really appreciate

the accurate trigonometry
calculations?

I'll be sure to pass that along.

Is he making
a snide trigonometry comment?

All right, that's the math.

Now, what's the physics?

Newton's third law of motion.

For every action, there's
an equal and opposite reaction.

(shouts)

BENAVIDEZ:
You made a zip line,

but it's going the wrong way.

You can't slide up it.

Slide, no.

Propel? Yes.

REPORTER: It appears some type
of cable has been connected

between the two buildings.

I can't believe it,
but I think someone

is going to try to traverse
the gap in these winds.

Walter, what are you doing?

Sly, what is he doing?

Can't talk now. Computing.

BENAVIDEZ:
Won't it wrap you around

that girder the way it did
the winch cable?

Not if we're precise about the
amount of oxygen in the tank.

We need enough O2
to get Walt to the beam.

SYLVESTER:
Figuring that out now.

Walt, what's your body weight?

160.

You weighed yourself lately?

I've been 160 pounds for years.

No, studies show that people
in new, happy relationships

gain weight.

You sure you haven't put on

a couple of love pounds
since you and Paige

got together
last spring?
I'm positive.

I'm fit as a fiddle.

SYLVESTER:
Okay.

You need 1,800 psi.

(air escaping)

Okay!

Aw, this is crazy!

WALTER: Well, you
said you wanted

outside-of-the-box thinking.

All right, Cabe,
when you're ready.

Okay!

Hold on, Walt!

(whimpering)

(screaming)

An unknown man
is rocketing across the cable.

Whoa...

(screaming)

Oh, no.

Whoa, whoa, oh, oh!

Ah, he's sliding
back down!

(shouting)

(panting, grunting)

TOBY:
Walt!

You okay?
No!

I have to pull myself up

to the girder!

This is not easy.

Maybe somebody weighs
a bit more than 160 pounds.

Walter, hurry. They're saying
on the news the guy

from the car accident
is critical.

Doc, go check him out.

I'm not prepared to handle
that kind of injury.

Okay, you're smarter
than the quacks down there.

Maybe you'll figure
something out.

And I could make things worse.

Toby, listen to your wife,
damn it!

Language.

Walter, there's
a 75-mile-per-hour gust

coming in 2.8 seconds.

Oh, boy.

REPORTER:
...what are being called
"minor bumps and bruises"

in the crash. Dr. Miller...

2.8 seconds warning?
Are you kidding me?

He's swinging around
like a piñata up there.

I'm doing the best I can.

This isn't really
the best place to study.

You kidding me?

You're getting every one right.
Just keep going.

(sighs)

Hello again.

Smokey the bear.

What the hell?

Maybe this isn't
the best place to study.

Sorry, I have masklophobia.

It's the fear
of full-body mascot costumes.

Their expressionless
faces mimic death.

Another one of your deliveries
came to my door.

He delivers
only nightmares.

Just trying to make a buck, man.

Good. My singing telegram
is there?

Have him do it loudly
so I can hear.

Hear what?
♪ It might

♪ Em-bear-ass you to hear it,
so just grin and bear it ♪

♪ Someone loves you bunches,
and I'm here to share it ♪

♪ I come from the woods
where I do my business ♪

♪ To proclaim my love for you,
for all to witness ♪

♪ As a bear I cannot swear,
but I've got ♪

♪ A hunch

♪ That

♪ Walter loves you

♪ Bear-y, much.

Jazz hands.

(sneezes)

That was... that was festive.

Huh? You enjoyed it.

Excellent.

He rhymed "hunch" with "much."

It's assonance.

It's asinine.

Begone, demon!
You people suck, man.

(coughing)

Are you okay?

She is a carrier of disease.

I just got over a cold.

I could whip up some
of the all-natural cough syrup

I synthesized for myself.

Okay, thanks.

For the record,
I think mascots are creepy, too.

(chuckles softly)

WALTER:
I'm almost there.

(grunts)

If anyone cares,

I made it to the girder.
Okay.

Now all Walt has to do it get
the pilot and doc out.

And they zipline
right back down to us.

Can't believe he made it across.

Math and physics. Simple.

Yeah.

Well, it's actually
not that simple.

Crash punctured
the helicopter's fuel tank.

It's leaking gas.

Crap. We can't get them
out of there.

Why the hell not?

Because the hot,
dry Santa Ana winds

most likely created
a static electric charge

all over the metal chopper.

If Walter makes contact with it,
or if anybody inside touches

the ground, the resulting spark

will cause the chopper to burst
into flames and explode.

TOBY:
Guys, things are not any better

down here, that pressure bandage
is not holding.

Uh, Walt? This kid might have
the rest of his life

ahead of him,
but if you don't find a way

to get Dr. Miller down here,
that might be only ten minutes.

CABE: So long as there's fuel
and static charge

on the metal...

We are not getting out
of this helicopter.

Exactly.

So you just sit tight,

and we'll figure it out.

My socks stick to my sweater
every load of laundry.

I just peel it off;
static electricity can't be

that big of a problem.

It can be dangerous.
Come here, Mom.

You know how you build a static
charge sliding across your seat

getting out
of your car?

Look what happens
when you touch a metal gas pump.

PAIGE:
Oh, God.

You shouldn't be looking
at things like that.

Go back to studying
with your friend.

He's not my friend.
Walter, are you

absolutely sure that there's
a static charge up there?

Um... well,
I still have the receipt

for your chocolates
in my pocket.

Here, I'll test it.

Yeah, we're screwed.

Uh, maybe not.

When I paint cars,

I use an antistatic gun

to remove any charge
from the metal

so the paint goes on smooth.

Well, let's get one
of those guns up to Water.

TOBY:
No, not practical.

By the time you find one
and rig a way

to get it to Walt,
this guy down here'll die.

WALTER: Okay,
if we can't get a static gun,

then we can make one.

And the hell
we gonna do that?

Okay, those guns
use electricity

to create
a positively charged pin

and a negatively charged pin.

Then they blow
air past them,

propelling the ions onto the
surface you want to de-static.

The charges attract
and nullify their opposites,

rendering the object neutral.

We have plenty of blowing air,

so we just need a positive
and a negative electric charge.

And I think
I know how to get one.

Okay, Sly...

I'm on the move.

(woozy groaning)

Just warn me if you see

any big gusts coming.
Roger that.

I need to see what's going on--
I'm gonna go watch
on the TV upstairs.

You do that.

And to find the tangent,

just divide the adjacent side
by the triangle's hypotenuse.

Ralph, may I
bend your ear?

(whispers): Don't want
to hinder your tutoring,

but tangent is opposite side
over the adjacent.

(smacks lips) I know,
but turd-for-brains doesn't.

Now, mind your own business.

Oh, my.

Wha-What was that?

Uh... I just said

you're picking it up
like nobody's business.

Oh. Cool, dude.

What's this?

You seemed upset
by Paige's germs,

so I mixed up
a disinfectant solution--

colloidal silver and

a three percent concentration
of hydrogen peroxide.

I don't know what to say.

Consider it a holiday gift.
(laughs softly)

For Valentine's Day?

Sure.

Where's Paige?

She's upstairs
watching Walter on TV.

I have no idea what that means,

but I assume
I'll find out shortly.

Hey, by the
way, I, uh...

...I think it's great

how well you and Paige
are getting along.

It could have
been weird

after she found out

that Walter dreamt
about kissing you.

Paige knows?

What's that thing
Happy always says?

"Damn it, Toby,
put a baby in me already"?

Not that one.
The other one.

"Not good"?

That's the one.

(wind howling)

Oh!

(panting)

Just as I thought-- the elevator
cables weren't the only things

severed in the crash--
the power line got sliced, too.

There's no juice.

The power got cut off
when the contractor went bust

and construction stopped.

HAPPY:
I can jack the building

back into the grid.

How long'll that take?

I won't know
until I'm down there,

see what I'm working with.

Toby, buy us some more time.

Hey! Doc, my pal's got an idea
to get Dr. Miller down here.

Y-You just got to find
a way to keep that patient
alive a little bit longer,

by any means necessary.
Dr. Curtis, my patient

is being kept alive
by artificial means.

Spit, bubble gum,
a wing and a prayer.

We don't need you to add
any pressure on us.

Pressure. That's it.

Dr. Grumpy! I'm gonna
have a solution for you

in a matter of minutes.

Cabe, ask the chief

if any of the emergency
vehicles have a hazmat suit.

Hey, Chief, are your people
carrying hazmat suits with 'em?

Affirmative.
Get one to the ICU ASAP.

Hey, Doc, your children's
wing's got to have a pump

to blow up balls and
stuff-- could you send
someone to get it?

Also, I'm gonna
need surgical glue

and tape. Quick.
Why?

I'm gonna Scorpion
the hell out of your patient.

REPORTER:
No word yet from the rescuer

who made it to the top
of the building,

but with forecasts calling for
the wind to strengthen this...

I can't listen.

Being sidelined is,
like, nerve-wracking.

More reason

to lie down.

I had this virus--
it's a doozy.

Come on, just...
Yeah, get in bed.

Nice and easy.

Okay.
Lay down there.

FLORENCE:
That's good.

PAIGE:
Much better.

You're spying.

I may have
accidentally ruined

Paige and Florence's friendship
with a slip of the tongue.

I just want to see
how much damage I caused.

You told her about Walt's dream.

You know about that?

(scoffs)
Secrets in this garage

have the staying power
of Aristotelian physics.

Scram. Continue
to spread mathematical fiction

to that poor boy.

How do you know about that?

I can sniff out bad math work
like a truffle.

Now, let me spy.

FLORENCE:
Here's the medicine I promised.

It's a concentrated
ethanol extraction

of ma huang with pineapple
and peppermint.

Suppresses coughs
more efficiently

than the over-
the-counter stuff,

and it tastes a lot better, too.

It's better
than this swill Walter gave me.

Put that over there.
Yeah.

Speaking of Walter...

I understand that you
are aware of his dream,

and I want
to stress to you

that there is nothing...

between us.

Okay? In his injured
and vulnerable state,

he was just...

Having a subconscious reaction
to your presence.

Toby explained.
Correct.

Walter doesn't feel
anything romantic towards me.

And-and I could never
be attracted to him.

Why not?

What's wrong with Walter?
He's an amazing man.

Why-why would you never be
attracted to him?

I meant... no offense.

It's just...

he and I are alike.

(sighs)

Too much head,
too little heart. Hmm.

(chuckles):
He can be that way sometimes.

As much as I

appreciate it,
he painted by the numbers

with the candy, flowers,

with the card signed
"Walter O'Brien"

and the bear
who sang the same song

for a lot of other people today.

And he doesn't get...

yet that...

the emotions aren't a formula.

Well, then it's
a very good thing

that you have enough heart
for the both of you.

'Cause that's
what I need.

A smart man, sure,
but one who is sweet

and caring and vulnerable.

So...

feel better. Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh. Oh, come on.

What is this?

Good night, Sylvester.
Hey, Florence,
I just wanted

to say thank you again for
the disinfectant solution.

You know what
they say:

If you're not part
of the solution,

you're part of
the precipitate.

That's a very clever
chemistry joke.

Precipitate.

(laughs)

(rapid beeping)

Walt, big
wind coming.

Hang on.

(wind rushing, whistling)

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

The wind's definitely
getting stronger.

Okay, I'm almost finished

creating my part
of our makeshift antistatic gun.

Now, Happy,
how's your part coming?

When the workers cut the power,

they left a mess--
I am doing the best I can.

How's the patient
holding up, Doc?

I'm gonna let you know
in a minute.

Want to explain this to me?
Yeah,

the pressure bandage wasn't
holding the lung in place,

so we're making a pressure suit.

Now you pump.

HAPPY:
Hey, hubby,

while the chief pumps,
why don't you do

a little hacking
and find out our test results?

'Cause that's a federal crime.

I bet the results are bad,

and he's sitting on them
so he doesn't ruin

my last happy Valentine's Day.

How is this
a happy Valentine's Day?

Now, can you stop worrying
about the test,

and get me some power?
Done.

(rumbling, crackling)

Whoa. Not done.

Doc, I'm gonna need that guy
to stay alive

a little bit longer.
TOBY:
The suit's holding,

preventing further
lung damage.

(rapid beeping)

And the bad news is
the increased pressure's

also raising his BP
by the second.

So, guys,
we can't keep this up forever.

Happy, you're rewiring
a junction box.

You could do that in your sleep.

Okay, screw you, O'Brien.
I'm distracted.

I know. That's the problem.

PAIGE:
Walter, you need to

be patient.
We can't be patient, or else

we'll lose the patient.

Hey, she's doing
the best she can.

TOBY:
Can everyone please shut up?

I'm in the system,
finding our test results.

That's gonna make Happy happy,

so she can focus
and get the job done.

All right, our results are in.

(wind rushing)

Oh, no.

Tell me what's wrong
with me, Doc.

Nothing.

I'm the reason
we can't have kids.

Wait, it's your seed,
not my soil?

I have a...

Y chromosome deletion.

Immature sperm cells.

Even your sperm is immature?

(rapid beeping)
NURSE: Pulse is still elevated.

We'll deal with it later.
Our pal's BP is sky-high, guys.

Okay, I've got this thing
sorted-- here goes nothing.

(electrical humming)

Oh-ho! We have electricity.

Now we just need
a large burst of wind

to propel the ions
onto the copter,

nullifying the static charge.

Ask and you shall receive.
There's one headed your way.

(wind howling)

It's working--
the wind is blowing

the electric ions
around the chopper,

removing the static charge.

Walter, please be careful.

Static's gone!

♪

(grunts)

Here, hold my hand,
hold my hand.

Steady.
Mr. O'Brien,
thank you.

Well, don't thank me just yet.

I'm about to send you down the
scariest zip line of your life.

Here. Watch your stop.
Follow me, okay?

Oh, wait, my medical bag!

It has the rib
reconstruction matrix

that I need for surgery!

I'll get it.
WALTER:
Okay, hurry, hurry.

Okay. Okay.
I got you.

Yeah?
Okay.

Hurry!

Oh, thank you.

What's that?

Uh, it's my way down,
but you guys first.

Walt, winds are picking up.

Okay, ready?

Okay, send them down!

Okay, go!

Here they come!

I got you.

(exhales)

CABE: It's okay,
you're safe.

All right.

Go, get to your patient.
Thank you.

And you.

Get that head
checked downstairs.

All right, Walt, you're up.

SYLVESTER:
No, no, don't go!

There's a 74-mile-per-hour
gust coming.

That's hurricane force.

Walt, hold on to your butt.

(wind rushing)

Ah!

WALTER:
Guys, we have a problem,

a big problem.

The fuel caught fire!

That helicopter's gonna blow!

The cable snapped.

I have no way
of getting off this thing.

Is there anywhere
you can take cover?

There's no place to hide.
If the shrapnel doesn't get me,

then the force of the explosion
will throw me off.

Walt, we're prepping
for surgery now.

This guy may live
because of you.

If you die, it's gonna put
a damper on the whole thing.

So save yourself.

How's he gonna do that?

Elvita Adams.

Who's Elvita Adams?

I read about her
years ago.

Yes, December 2, 1979.

Elvita Adams fell
from the 86th floor

of the Empire
State Building.

And then the wind blew her
back onto the 85th floor.

She survived with nothing
but a broken hip.

You want me to jump?

No! I want you have
the power to Apparate

like the teenage wizards
in Harry Potter, but you don't.

So into the
wind you go.

Uh...

I did some quick math
in my head.

His feet aren't touching ground,

so there's no friction
to overcome.

He's 160 pounds...

Allegedly.

A gust over 50 miles per hour
should do the trick.

JESSE:
Um...

This is all really

kind of freaking me out.

I'm gonna go.

(sighs) Crap.
Language.

HAPPY: Walt, if you don't
want to break your hip,

you got to tuck and roll.

Okay, but I'll have
to fall two stories

to get under a floor

that'll shield me
from the explosion.

SYLVESTER:
One floor, two floors,

it's all in the math.

I've got eyes on the wind,

and I will tell you
when to jump.

There's got to be
another way.

WALTER: No, there's no time
to think of one.

The helicopter's gonna blow.

Sly, say when.

You got a big gust
coming up.

Walt, you're only gonna
get one shot at this.

Spread your arms

to increase the surface area
for the wind to catch.

Straight drop, no outward force.

Okay, ready?

In three...

two... one... Jump!

He made it! He's in!

Okay.

Walter, say something.

Happy Valentine's Day, Paige.

(chuckles)

That's great news. Thank you.

Dr. Miller's still in surgery,
but her patient is stable

and all signs point
to him pulling through.
TOBY: Fantastic.

At least the hospital had some
good news for someone today.

What you got there?

Practice quiz I gave Jesse Dolt.

(sighs) He failed
with flying colors.

Well, I guess I should
congratulate you.

Mission accomplished.

I don't know why, but I don't
feel good about this.

Well...

It's probably...
(groans)

...because you know it's wrong.

When Paige
asked me to help

your father with baseball,

I didn't want to.

I thought if he had success

then he could take you
and your mother away from me.

But, sure enough,
I did the right thing,

and I used science to help him
out with his-his pitching,

and in the end,

your mother and I ended up
together anyway

and I had a
clear conscience.

Sabotaging a rival
is never the way to go.

Didn't you sabotage
Mom and Tim's first date

to the jazz festival?

I don't recall.

And you put Tim in a tiny
desk in the elevator

and cut him out of the
Christmas picture and...

Just do as I say
and not as I sometimes did.

Your mother was
very angry with me

for a long time
over those things.

Do you want Patty angry at you?

I just want Patty to be happy.

I wish I was the one
that made her happy.

I'll show Jesse how to do these
problems tomorrow. Promise.

Good man.

(groans)

(Ralph sighs)

You really do have
an eavesdropping problem,

you know that?

Wha-- I just wanted
to make sure

you were making
the right decision.

Which I know is hard when
you have a crush on someone.

Like you do on Florence.

Huh?

No.

She touched your hand after
she'd been with my sick mom,

and you didn't
use sanitizer afterward.

Fine. I think she's interesting.

And I think she
likes me, too. Right?

She laughed at my joke,

she gave me disinfectant
for Valentine's

and the way she described

her perfect guy to Paige--

sweet, smart, caring
and vulnerable.

Who's more vulnerable than me?

I get nosebleeds on escalators.

Besides, I-I won't act on it
'cause of Megan.

She'd want you to be happy.

I guess.

Look, I know secrets
don't last long around here,

but you mind keeping this one?

Sure thing, pal.

The technical name
for what I have is

Sertoli-cell-only syndrome.

Just means my dogs won't hunt.

My sperm sit around
and do nothing.

They're like little politicians.

And I am so sorry, sweetheart.

What would you say
if it were me?

What would you say
if it were me?

(sighs) I-I'd tell you
that I love you

and that it's not your fault

and that medical science has
ways around issues like these.

Ditto and reverse it.

Problem is, medical science
don't work cheap.

The "ways around" cost money
that we just don't have.

Yes, you do.

Happy Valentine's.

It's the money we put up
for Cabe's bail,

plus the payment
from our last few jobs.

There's something else
in there, too.

Your gift to Allie?

I told her what you
were dealing with.

She insisted you return it
and get the cash.

How did you already...

WALTER: Fertility
treatment's expensive.

We thought you might
need the help.

Guys, we can't accept this.

Well, it's for you.
It's for Baby Quintis.

Scorpion takes care
of each other.

Yeah, and that includes the team
members who aren't here yet.

Okay, thank you.

My back is feeling better
from that spill I took.

Now we just need
to get you on the mend...

What do you got here?

WALTER (on recording):
♪ When I'm with you

♪ My mind can rest

♪ My thoughts can nest

♪ Thoughts can nest

(guitar strums off-key)
Stupid.

I didn't mean
for you to hear that.

You said it's stupid,
but it's beautiful.

You tried to follow the
"Good Boyfriend's Guide to

Valentine's Day,"
candies, flowers,

singing woodland creatures.
It's... It's all really sweet.

But Valentine's is about
sharing from your heart,

and this song
is from your heart.

It's so far from stupid.

And finding it

made it the best
Valentine's Day ever,

even if it got ruined
with my cold.

And I'm sorry we couldn't
go out to dinner tonight.

Oh, I...

I was looking forward
to spending the night in,

cuddling and having
a relaxing holiday for once.

(chuckles)
Yeah, sounds good.

REPORTER: ...where a city bus
is hanging from a precipice

on a remote canyon road.
Rescue workers have been

unable to find a way

to reach the people inside,

and the ground is beginning
to give way.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Hi, Cabe.

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