All language subtitles for Scorpion.S04E18

Kid, we'll run out of time!

We'll make it; you'll drive
lead, Walter will follow west

on Venice Boulevard
at exactly 42 miles an hour.

We got to go faster.

No, I timed all the lights;
you'll coast through the greens.

There's construction
on Normandie.

Then take Hobart,
and turn left on 11th.

No, take Olympic.
Potholes on 11th slow traffic.

You know, you could be
more involved in this.

Well, one, with Paige busy
at the FBI seminar,

my hands are full
doing our accounts.

Yes, that's right,
a man with a 197 IQ

is balancing
a checkbook.

And two, we're not
racing humanitarian aid

across a war zone.

We are transporting sperm
across Los Angeles.

Not just any sperm.

Toby's sperm.

Is that supposed
to make it more enticing?

We just want to make sure
it gets there safely.

This mission could
finally make the Quintis duo

a trio.

And if everybody
does their jobs,

we can make their first crack

at artificial insemination
their last.

So...

have you heard from Toby
on... his sample production?

No. Not yet.
You know, this is absurd.

There are rooms in fertility
clinics for such... endeavors,

stocked with prurient films
and periodicals.

Why must he do this at home?

Toby insists
that his sexy swimmers--

his term, not mine--

be fabricated in an environment
where he is comfortable,

and he's not comfortable
doing his thing--

God, this is gross--

with office personnel
right down the hall.

He thinks if he's uptight,
then his...

work product

will not be as good
as it can be,

and that will compromise
fertilization.

That is superstition.
That is beneath Toby.

And I didn't think anything
was beneath Toby.

They've been having
a run of bad luck.

Maybe the superstition gives
him a sense of control.

Ooh. It's time
for BrainForm.

The brainteaser app?
I saw the ad.

Didn't look too hard.

Yeah, for us normals,

these puzzles help
keep our minds sharp.

And this timed maze is a bear.

Maze puzzles
don't improve

brain function, they just make
you better at solving mazes.

Which has zero practical
application unless you're a rat.

Cabe, if you want
a challenge,

help us connect
to the Cassiopeia VI.

Walt and I call her Cassie
for short.

What the hell's a Cassie?

NASA satellite
decommissioned in 1963,

but civilians can apply
for the right

to establish their own links.

We're able to monitor
solar storms.

I'll stick to the mazes.

Your loss.

Oh, this is from Toby.

“Head over.
Starting sample procurement.”

This is my worst workday ever.

And I was once accidentally
blasted into space.

Well, it's time for you
to blast off again.

If you don't leave soon,

then we have to recalculate
the whole traffic matrix.

So go.

Come on.

Yuck.

You know, Ralph,

baby-making isn't
the only labor of love today.

I'm gonna ask Florence out.

Good.
I teed you up nicely.

My wingman game is strong.

Uh, plus, you and Florence
are a logical couple.

Not just logical,
but productive.

In just two weeks,
we've made such great strides

on my water filtration program
for West Altadenia.

But before
I ask her out,

green or...

Red!

It was yellow.

Yeah, like, four seconds ago.

So the seminar went well.

Tell the feds
the next ballistics workshop

better have bagels.

Okay. Will do.

Oh, this traffic is a sign.
Of what?

That I shouldn't be going
to this stupid appointment.

“Stupid appointment”?

This is a big day.
Stay positive.

Yeah, it's hard to stay
positive when I got out of bed

and I stepped on
a socket wrench,

then that FBI rookie
spilled coffee on me,

and now we're gonna be late--
all signs.

No.

No, they're just accidents.
We're gonna get

to the clinic on time;
so will the guys.

You're nervous.
You don't feel ready

to have a baby;
that's normal.

Trust me, I am sure Toby
does not feel ready either.

I've never felt more ready.

Per doctor's orders, I've taken
my kilos of vitamins,

I've done daily cardio

and I've made healthy dietary
adjustments, all for this.

I call this

a steampunk blimp.

This was designed
by none other than Happy Quinn.

It's a stainless steel,
shockproof,

cold and heat-resistant
sample protector.

Zygote, here we come.

All right.

We have 56 minutes
until the handoff,

and I'm not providing
a top quality product,

so we can't be
late with delivery.

Mush.
I'm not a dog.

Would you two quit bickering?!

We're on the clock
to make a baby!

Andale!

Red is the color
of strength and confidence.

From observing
Florence's style preferences,

as well as the paint color
of her lab,

red is a nonstarter.

It's all about the lilac.

Lilac.

All right.

Perfect.

Morning!

I had a radical idea about
increasing the surface area

of the carbon scrubbers.
Hello, Ralph.

Uh, morning.

Oh. My ride.

You got this.

Oh, boy.

Are you ready to get started?

Yessiree, Bob.

Not that your name is Bob.
I know it's Florence.

What? Um...

Anyway.

You know, I figured
since we're gonna be doing

so much work here,
we'll probably get hungry, so...

would you want to grab a bite
at Kovelsky's later?

Great. Sounds like a plan.

Sweet. You got this.

You got this.

Yeah. Nice.

How are we
looking on time?

Uh, 49 minutes,
43 seconds.

Great. Quick pit stop.

Whoa, whoa, Walt.
Walt, Walt, what are you doing?

All that precision planning,

and you're calling an audible?

This is the most
important day of my life.

You're gonna blow it
by going to the ATM?

I only use tellers.

ATMs are magnets
for hackers and thieves.

We had a plan.
Yes, and the plan included

extra time for pileups,
natural disasters

and spontaneous parades,
none of which are happening.

Now, the clinic is 12
minutes away. We're fine.

Whoa, whoa, Walt, we are so far
from fine, it's not funny.

Are you concerned that
I'm gonna walk under a ladder

or cross paths with a black cat?

What does that mean?
This whole plan is

predicated on superstition,
and I am not subscribing to it

in lieu of running
an efficient company.

In fact...

All right, enough.
Look, five minutes.

And no unplanned transactions,
no small talk.

Okay.

You know that
me and the missus have

planned this procedure
to the minute.

The stars have
aligned perfectly,

from the octane of my petrol
to the timing of Happy's ovum.

Dr. Brown University says

we're not gonna have
another chance this good

for impregnation for
five months minimum, if ever.

We will be done in no time.

Really? It seems like
we're standing here right now.

Uh, excuse me, do you think,
uh, he could help us?

I'll be with you
in a moment, Mr. O'Brien.

Actually, we don't
have a moment.

I am sorry, Stevie.

My friend is a little
frazzled today.

I'm not frazzled,
I'm just annoyed, at you.

Uh, Stevie, my man,

uh, we're on a bit
of a schedule here, so...

How can I help you?

A cash withdrawal, um, $800.

500 in tens,
and 300 in 20s, please.

Scorpion corporate account.

Right away.
How are you today?

I'm fine.
He's selfish.

Okay, there you go.

You have a nice day.

Sorry, I'm a trainee.
First day.

Walt, I got a bad
feeling. Let's go.

No, why don't you wait
in the car.

And be careful
of the cracks in the asphalt

so you don't injure
your mother's back.

You're all set.
Thank you.

In and out. See? Easy.

Walt, Walt, just walk naturally,
but this is a bank robbery.

That's not funny.

He's right, Doc;
that's like yelling “fire”

in a crowded theatre.

Monitors are off, and I
bet the cameras are, too.

When's the last
time you saw

a 45-year-old dude training
to be a bank teller?

Stop right there.

Now, turn around.

You know, if this is
how you act as a trainee,

you're never gonna make teller.

♪ Scorpion 4x18 ♪
Dork Day Afternoon
Original Air Date on March 5, 2018

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@elder_man

Okay, guys, remain cool.

You don't want them
getting spooked.

All right, let's get them
to the break room,

and help the guys with the cash.

Okay. Let's go.

Oh, no, no, I've got
an impotent appointment

of the utmost importance;
I'm not going anywhere, guys.

Move your ass.

Come on, I don't care
if you rob the bank.

I mean, it's federally insured.
Who gets hurt, right?

Crap, we have company.

Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am,
we're closed.

The computers are down.

We'll be open by
lunchtime, all right?

That's a problem.

Why? She left.

Why? Because how many
more people come by,

find their bank is locked
before they become suspicious?

Mr. O'Brien,
you guys just screwed us.

Take their phones.

You sure that's necessary?

Less people see an empty room,
less chance they call the cops.

Too late.

Okay, fellas, listen up.

We now have 20 minutes
to do a 90-minute job,

so I'm shutting down the front,
'cause I need all hands on deck.

What kind of bank robbers
spend 90 minutes in a bank?

Most heists are over
in less than 90 seconds.

Okay, let's move.

Fellas, I'm gonna need
all the information

that you can give me so I know
what we're dealing with.

But be slick. Don't let 'em know
that you're comm'd up.

You're taking us this way,
down the back hall?

Yeah, right where
I'm pointing, Einstein.

Come on.

Police scanner, huh?

Monitoring LAPD?
Smart.

That is smart.
Anybody calls in the robbery,

the bad guys
will have a heads up.

Come on, move.

What happened to this guy?

It's an employee break room,
not a break-an-employee room.

It's all right,
I'm a doctor.

Ow!

His nose is fractured.

Jason tried to be a hero.
He's not so brave now.

Well, at least now we know
they're not above violence.

Don't do anything
to ramp 'em up.

You can't just lock
the eight of us in here.

Watch me.

Okay, Cabe, did you get that?

There's six hostages in here,
plus me and Toby.

And all the little Tobys
in my pocket,

which are now
several minutes behind

on their delivery schedule,
which means Happy's gonna be

several months behind
on her delivery schedule.

Um, who are you guys talking to?

We're government contractors

with tiny communication devices
in our ears

that allow us to connect with
our colleagues on the outside.

We're gonna keep you safe.
No one is gonna die.

Except for the
millions of sperm

that are slowly withering
away in my pocket.

Looking sly, Sly.

Looking sly.

Cabe, you could not have called
at a more inopportune time.

What do you want?

Walter, Toby, hostages,
sperm sample!

What?

Walter and Toby
stopped at a bank

on their way
to the fertility clinic,

and it's getting robbed.

All right, guys,
I am on comms,

you're on speaker,
and Florence is with me.

Cabe, can you please
hurry up with a plan?

'Cause in 44 minutes,

Happy's procedure
becomes a no-cedure.

As soon as Sly gives me
the satellite feed

- I asked him for.
- Done.

I've got a ten-block
radius around the bank.

- What am I looking for?
- Cop cars.

You need to contact LAPD,

have them call
any squad car in the area

and tell them not to respond
to any calls to that bank

until I give them the word.

And they have to do it all
by cell phone, not walkie.

Hold on, you want
the police to stay back?

I thought during a bank robbery

you want the cops
to be around.

If the bad guys hear
that the cops are around,

the danger to the hostages
goes up.

Sly, are there
any LAPD cars in the area?

Three in a
six-block radius.

What are the numbers

on the roof of their cars?

481, 572, 393.

I'll contact LAPD.

You call Happy and Paige
and fill them in.

Sly, you and I both know that
Happy is gonna be very upset.

She's full of anxiety
and hormone boosters.

So, when you relay
this information to her,

it's very important that you
make sure that she understands

that this is all Walter's fault.

I'm gonna kill O'Brien.

What exactly
is the problem?

Call him up.
He'll fill you in.

Walter, what's going on?

I'm sorry, but could you please
take your calls outside?

You're what?!

See? Don't tell me
this isn't a sign.

Does appear to be sign-like.

Okay, Doc, I'm gonna come
break out you and your swimmers.

No, no, no.
Sweetie, sweetie, that's unwise.

There's nothing you can do,
and then I'd just have to

bring you and my bodacious
batter to the doctor's office.

So, how about you stay
where you are?

Fine. But I'm getting
eyes on you.

Please, you cannot go in there.

Okay, Gretchen,
you're a nice girl,

but I've got one foot in the air

and I'm looking for
an ass to kick.

Damn it.

I can hack into
anything that's on,

but the security
cameras are off.

I'll find a workaround,
but I need bank schematics.

Sly?
Already on it.

All right,
I just got off with LAPD.

They're gonna be here
any minute,

and they know that Homeland's
running point.

Sylvester, look.

Uh... guys, there is a truck
approaching the bank

by a side door in the alley.

The siding on the truck is for
a carpet cleaning business.

That is their cover.

And it looks like
they're offloading

chemical drums and
putting them into the bank.

They could be using the drums
to move the money out.

True, or the drums are
full of chemicals

to make bomb and blow the whole
building when they're done,

destroying any evidence.

If that's the shot,
the plan changes.

We may hand this off to SWAT
sooner rather than later.

Damn it, we need eyes
five minutes ago.

Sly, where are my schematics?

Coming right up.

Got 'em.

Okay, let's see here.

Okay, these are old;
give me a beat

to look them over.

Pete!
Gallo.

I know you to be an ornery
bastard, but not a reckless man.

You want to tell me what
the hell's going on here?

These guys aren't wearing masks,
which means they don't care

if they get their picture taken.

Sly, see what you can
find out about them.

Now, the leader is a bank
employee, first name Steven.

Last name Petersen.

He's not a career criminal,
but his brother Nate is.

Yeah, he's with Nate right now.

If they don't care that we see
them, they're headed somewhere

where the authorities
can't touch them.

Already ahead of you.

Searching for private flights
at local airports now.

There.

A Petersen chartered a private
jet from Burbank tonight,

headed to Vanuatu
in the South Pacific.

No extradition treaty
with the U.S.

Toby, I can't get
the cameras on,

but I can guide you
to the place where you can.

Junction box is 13.4 feet ahead
to the south.

Crawl softly
and they won't hear crap

inside that soundproof vault.

Crawl loudly and
you're dead meat.

All right, I'm almost there.

All right, Hap, what do I do?

Now you're gonna power up the
cameras only, not the monitors.

Otherwise, they'll know
something is up.

In the junction box
are grouped wires.

Standard configuration
is blue, yellow and green.

Kill the green; that'll kill
power to the monitors.

Then I want you to wind
the blue and yellow.

And we have eyes up.
Okay, Cabe, we're looking at

four of them in the vault.

Plus the driver in the truck.

He hasn't gotten out yet.
That's five total.

Man, your team's solid.

I'm gonna head down.

I don't want to fall through
the ceiling and spill my semen.

I can explain.

Good news is the drums
aren't full of chemicals;

they're filling them with money.

And I just solved the mystery as
to why they're taking so long.

They're removing
the hidden dye packs

from every stack of cash.

Dye packs are the things
that explode

and ruin the stolen money?

It's not just dye.

The packs contain a chemical
mixture of aerosolized tear gas

designed to cause severe
eye and lung irritation.

Taking out every single
dye pack is time consuming,

but it's a good way to
ensure that you get away

with clear eyes
and clean money.

- Got to be at least ten million.
- Actually, I've hacked

into the bank's camera feed,
and based on stack size,

a more accurate estimate
is 10.89 million.

Why would a mom-and-pop
savings and loan

be holding this much cash?

Guys, guys, of course.

The stakes at the Santa Susana
racetrack are this weekend.

That's just a mile from here.

That track probably
uses this bank,

and they called in all that cash
to cover the action.

Something Stevie would know
was gonna happen.

Okay, let me tell you
what's not gonna happen.

Me getting knocked-up if
you guys don't get out of there

and get me Toby's goods
in 37 minutes.

Happy, as soon as

we figure something out,
the whole team

will work to get you pregnant.

I think I found a solution.

These old pneumatic tubes,

the one they use for
deposits and withdrawals,

the tellers had them, but is
there one for the drive-through?

Yes, covered by a grate in '02.

If I could just plant the seed
of an idea here.

Yeah, well,

if you could plant the seed,
we wouldn't be in this mess.

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

Sorry, Happy.
We don't have a choice.

The clinic techs have to start
the washing procedure

on my boys in 36 minutes,

or else our little baby
becomes a big maybe.

Happy, we've got everything
riding on this.

A-All the work,
a-all the doctors and the tests,

and that brutal,
brutal abstinence.

Everything's led up
to this moment.

This moment, brought to you
by Walter's selfishness.

You sold me.

Okay, the container is
two-and-a-half inches wide.

Pneumatic tube is four and 1/8.

Theoretically, it could work.

Uh, Cabe, pretty please,
if I get the sample out to you,

can you get it to
the clinic on time?

I don't know, kid.
I can't just take off

in the middle of all this.
Oh, hold on.

Look, Cabe, back when Connie
and I couldn't have kids,

the technology
wasn't there for us.

But your friends,
they have a shot.

You got to help them.
We can take it from here.

Okay.

I'm your courier.

I owe you one, Cabe.

Thanks, pal.

One problem.

The drive-through is
right by the truck.

If the driver sees Cabe
messing around in the back,

that's bad news.

I got an idea.

Excuse me, sir.

On behalf of
the United States government,

I'm commandeering
your wiener dog.

According to the schematics,

the metal grate is next to

what is now
the drive-through ATM.

Opposite side of the bank
from the alley

and not visible from inside.

While Cabe removes the grate,
Toby accesses the tube

through a service hatch
and switches on the fan.

Okay. Uh, I'm gonna send
a piece of wood on a test run.

All right, Doc.

It worked like a charm.
Let her rip.

Fly, my little aquamen, fly.

Actually, aquamen
would swim.

Hawkman would fly.

And a plethora
of other heroes.

Indeed.

You hear that?

What are you waiting for?
Send it.

I did.

Doc, I'm waiting
for your delivery,

but nothing's happening.

Now you know how I feel.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
The canister's stuck?

Doesn't mean it's a sign.

Guys, I'm coming down.
This is bad.

This is worse.

There's no way out up here.

Guys, it was a shot
in the dark. I'm just a dope.

I'm just a scared dope.

Try escaping again
and this escalates.

Stevie. You were always
such a good boy.

Why don't you just take
whatever money you have

and let us go?

I can't do that,
Mrs. Sanders.

Just sit tight
and you'll be fine.

Promise.

Oh, look at the time.

We got 31 minutes left

and my stallion battalion's
stuck who knows where.

I know where.

I'd bet my wrench hand it got
stuck at that junction point

behind the wall,
right next to the bank vault.

If there was warping
from disuse,

junctions like that would be
the first areas compromised.

The turn was too tight.

Happy, I think that's it.
It's over.

I-I failed us. I failed you.
I'm a full-blown loser.

Toby, I think you just
solved our problem.

By admitting I'm a loser?

No. Full-blown.

We're gonna blow
the dye packs.

Walter, they are
removing all of the dye packs.

How does that help us?

If all the dye packs
in the vault

explode at once, it will
have enough concussive force

to knock out the thieves and
jostle Toby's sample loose.

That is an ambitious, dangerous

and crazy plan!

Listen to me.

This whole situation
is my fault,

from being in the stickup

to endangering Happy and Toby's
fertility success.

I have to fix this.
Hang on.

How you gonna get
the dye packs to go off?

Well, they're radio frequency
controlled,

so Sly and Florence can build
a remote RF trigger.

Well, I can use my ham radio
from my go-bag as a base.

But in order to get
a detonation signal to the bank,

we will need
a significant signal boost.

Modify the antenna

Ralph and I built to communicate
with Cassiopeia VI.

Okay, we'll need the serial
number for that run of dye packs

and the frequency data.

Toby, you'll pick the lock
on that door

with Laverne's hairpins;
I will grab

the dye pack data
from the vault.

Vault's occupied, genius.

Not when all four
are taking a drum full of cash

out to the truck.

Heavy load requires all hands.

Exactly.
Now, Paige and Happy,

time their movements
and give me an average

about how long I will have
to make it to the vault

and back to
the break room safely.

There is no time
amount to do this safely.

You're gonna get caught.

And then they're gonna
kill all of us.

Guys, I don't
want to freak you out,

but did you see how Stevie
couldn't look Laverne

in the eye when he promised
she'd be okay?

That's because he's been
working here for a while;

he's gotten to know you
as coworkers,

and he was lying to you.

They're gonna kill all of us
when they're done.

They're gonna
leave no witnesses,

and then they're
gonna get on a plane,

and they're
gonna get lost.

We have no option
but to try this plan.

Fine, but how are you
and Walt gonna do anything

if you're bound in duct tape?

We're gonna die here today.

Okay, now the sample
container is shockproof,

but I didn't account for the
force of a thousand dye packs.

There needs to be cushioning
in the tube.

What do you people
eat around here?

You don't have
any, like, bread

or marshmallows?

Oh, popcorn.

Popcorn's perfect.

Those dye packs burn
at, like, 400 degrees.

So the kernels will
surround the sample.

Then once they're hit
with the heat blast,

they're gonna pop instantly.

27 minutes and nine seconds

till my sample's
no longer ample.

Doc, you got the sample
stuck the first time.

Don't blow it again.

Ah, there's the support
I'm looking for.

Guys, how are we
looking on time?

We'll have
a workable average for you

after they make one more trip.

Three teams
here, here and here

with four men in this corner
to take the front door.

Actually, I think
this is the ideal spot

for the front door approach.

Except we can't get there
while staying out of sight.

You got to treat
it like a maze.

Take this alley
through the back door

of the restaurant here.

Emerge catty-corner
from the bank at Serrano.

Impressive route.

BrainForm.
You should try it.

Now get your men in position.

You heard the man. Let's roll.

Hey.

Comms out for a second.

Toby is trying his best.
Maybe try a little tenderness.

I know, I know.
I hear myself.

Scary thing is, I am actually
trying to be comforting.

You're nervous.

Or I'm not wired for it
or for being a mom.

You ever think of that?
You are.

You've been enthusiastically
trying for months.

Why the sudden change of heart?

Because now it's real.

I can be pregnant

within an hour.

And if I love Toby
as much as I do

and I still don't know
how to treat him,

why would it be
any different with a kid?

That's why all the signs
are correct,

'cause I don't have
what it takes to be a mom.

I'm not you, Paige.

They finished another run.

Okay, I got your timing, Walt.

24 seconds on average
to get to the vault and back.

That's not
a lot of cushion.

No, but this is.

Now a little popcorn.

Popcorn's in position.

Are the cops?

Affirmative.

Okay, they're about
ready to do

a drum run out to the truck.

In three, two, one. Go!

24, 23... Come on, boss.

Yeah.

Serial number

P-6-2-5-7-A-9-2-3-6-Q

at a frequency
of 52.525 megahertz.

I'm inputting that data

into the system panel
of our RF trigger.

And done.
Let's go to the roof.

Get out of there.

You've got 14 seconds.

No, he doesn't.
They're early.

Walter, you got to hide.

Wait.

Why was your averaging off?
That's basic math.

They forgot their lift straps.

They can't get the drums up
onto the truck without them.

Okay, when they're inside,
blow the packs.

No, you'll be in there
with the blast.

This drum's
polyethylene plastic.

It'll protect me. Maybe.

Take the straps.

I'm gonna stay here
and keep packing.

We got to move.
Come on.

Walt, when
that blast goes off,

we're gonna be coming in hot,

so you stay in that barrel
as long as possible.

Understood.

Sly?

We're connecting now.

We most certainly are.

Okay. All set.

Connecting to the dye
packs frequency now.

They're all back
in the vault. Sly, you ready?

Triggering the blast... now!

- Nothing.
- Nothing is a problem!

Hit it again!

We don't have
any connection.

Something must be
blocking the signal.

Well, figure it out because
it's only a matter of time

till they open that drum
and find Walter.

Sly, if you boofed
the electronics,

you'll get my claw hammer
around your neck.

The signal should be
more than strong enough.

Walter and Ralph built it to
talk to a friggin' satellite!

Just get it to work.

Yelling makes me nervous.

I'm a chemist.
Kind of flying blind here, okay?

Blind. That's it. Blind!

Or more accurately, blinds.

I've been to Walter's bank.

Doesn't it have blinds
on the windows?

Yes, and lovely
faux wood paneling.

Who gives a carton of crap?!

There are blinds.

- They pulled them down.
- That's it.

They got to
open the blinds.

They're blocking
our signal!

I'm gonna hack away to monitor
the signal's reception.

Hang on. We're seriously getting
derailed by window blinds?

Yes, they cause interference

for radio signals
of this size and strength.

He's right. In the early days
of broadcasting football games,

they'd ask all
the buildings downtown

to keep their blinds open
on Sundays

to allow for easier transmission
of the broadcast.

Thank you for
the fascinating history lesson

at a completely
inappropriate time.

Does somebody want to tell me

who's gonna go to the bank floor
and open those blinds?!

I can do it.

It's a short run, and I can
find a hiding spot there.

Yeah, well, you're not
exactly mobile.

I just need to find a way out.

And so do my tiny dancers.

Focus!

We can't get Walt
out of the drum

till we get them
out of the vault.

I have an idea.

Hey. Excuse me.

Hey, you.

Can I help you?
Yeah.

You can move
your damn truck.

I came by here earlier

and was gonna give you a pass,
but you're still here.

I'm working, buddy.

There's no commercial parking
here per the block association.

I got a bar around the corner
and my delivery guy

can't get through.

You know, it's twice a week
I got to deal with this.

Now, you want me
to call the cops?

Denton,
get rid of this guy, quietly.

Why don't you go play
with your dog?

My dog is in the bar,
and my foot

is gonna be up your ass
if you don't move this truck.

Suggest you shove off.

Oh, yeah?

Or what, tough guy?

Come on, guys. We got
a problem at the truck.

Cabe, you got their attention.

They're leaving the vault.

Walter, get ready to move.

They're out of the vault
and down the hall. Go!

Walter, the lobby's clear.

Cabe, they're almost at
the door. Get out of there.

Cabe, I'm clear.

Look, man,
just turn around and leave.

You know what?
To hell with you.

I'm gonna take this up
with my alderman.

He's gone.

We've wasted time we don't have.

Hurry up. I'll start
on the last barrel.

Walt, hurry.
They're almost done.

My sample only has

12 minutes left,
so if all this works,

we're gonna need to get
to the clinic fast.

Like-like warp speed fast.
- I got a plan.

Are those blinds up yet?

Working on it.

And with every blind
that goes up,

the signal to the dye packs
should be getting stronger.

Walt, it's working.

All right, listen.

When I say so, run.

Um, hello.

- The doctor is just...
- Not now!

We've got the signal!

Okay, done. Sly, Flo, it's...

Walter!

It's what, Walter?!
Should we hit the trigger now?!

No, Walter's in trouble.

The main dirtbag coldcocked him,

and now he's standing
over Walt with a gun.

Cabe, get in there!

If we take the bank,

God forbid the guy's got

an itchy trigger finger.
We can't.

These guys are seconds away

from taking the last drum
of cash out of the vault.

After that, they are
out of range of the dye packs.

If we blow the packs now,

that thug knows something's up
and he could take Walter out.

Cabe, once that money's
loaded up,

they're gonna
come back here and kill us.

Don't move.
We'll be out of here soon.

Do it now.

Are you seriously telling me
to kill you now?

Now, Sly, do it now!

Who's Sly?

Me.

Let's move!

Move, move!

Go, go, go!

Go!

Freeze! Don't move!

Let's go.

Get out of the truck!
Drop the weapon!

Freeze! Put your hands
on your head!

That's an immaculate reception.

It worked!

Oh, not quite. There's only
seven minutes left.

There's no way we're gonna
make it to the clinic on time.

Remember I said I had a plan?

What the hell
you standing around here for?

Your LAPD escort's here.

We're gonna get you kids
your baby.

All right, Happy, we're
making haste with the paste.

Okay, please don't call it that.

You know what?
If you get here in time,

you can call it whatever
you want. Six minutes left.

We only need four.

Good. Haul your asses.

Hey, my man's baby broth
will be here any minute.

Tell your technician to get
the wash procedure ready.

Um, pardon me.

I've got to fill out
all these forms.

Any way you can hold him
for just a few minutes?

Um, I'm actually coming down
with something, so I can't.

But she can.

Oh, great. Thanks.

Back in a jiff.

You're not sick.

Yeah. Tickle in my throat.

Okay. What?

Look at you, a natural.

Cork it.

They just gave us one?

Mr. Curtis.

We have 30 seconds left to start

the cleaning
and preparation process.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Everything looks good.

Ms. Quinn, the doctor's
ready for you.

Just a little paperwork
to sign first.

Okay.

Okay, guys.

Good luck. See you
back at the garage.

Good luck, guys.

Hey.

You okay?

You look nervous.
Don't be.

You took the vitamins, you know,
you read the fertility books,

you wore your
loose boxers.

I've actually gone alfresco
past few weeks.

See? You've done all you can do.

This will all work out.

I'm not just nervous
about becoming a father.

I'm on edge about being a dad.
I mean, I don't...

I didn't have any role models.
I don't know how I'm gonna do.

But, you know,
I've-I've seen you

fill the void
in Ralph's life, and...

actually,
you've done it admirably.

It gives me
a little confidence that

I might be able
to pull this off.

If a putz like you
can be a good dad...

I appreciate it, pal.

Oh, hey, you should have
intercourse with Toby

after the procedure,
just to increase the odds.

Okay.

Bye.

I'm sorry that we fried
your satellite antenna.

You had no choice.

Nope.

Okay, good night, Ralph.

Uh, aren't you going
to Kovelsky's with Sylvester?

Yes. I'm just going
to grab my bag.

I'm just gonna get some takeout,
go home, eat, hit the hay.

I'm sure Sylvester will want to
get back to his apartment, too.

It's been a long day.

I think the bow tie
says “fun and flirty.”

I'm ready for my date.

Sorry, pal, but
it's not a date.

She thinks you're just
a couple of friends

picking up takeout
from a diner.

She wants to go home
and get some sleep.

How can she not think
it's a date?

I mean, I asked her
to go with me.

How did you ask her?

I said, “Hey, Florence,

how 'bout grabbing a bite
at Kovelsky's with me?”

See, that's not gonna work.

It's all about linguistics.

You need to say,
“Florence,

do you want to go on a date
with me to Kovelsky's?”

Or, ideally,
someplace whose menus

don't come with word scrambles.

That's much harder to say.

You can work up to it.

Okay.

Well, I guess
I got to go get her.

Um, how do I look?

Like 69.23 Bitcoin.

Thanks, Ralph.

Ralph, honey, come in here.

Hey, so since,
uh, you and Walter

can't work on your satellite
tonight, he's gonna catch up

on some billing
and we're gonna watch a movie.

Sure.

Tell you what, Ralph.
After dinner,

how about you and I
repair the antenna?

But it's totally fried.

That'll just make it
more fun and challenging.

Yeah, the weather's nice.
I can set up some work lights.

The sooner we get it
up and running,

the sooner we can
contact Cassie.

Definitely! I mean,
if it's okay with you, Mom.

Definitely okay.

But first, dinner.

Because my guys can't work
on an empty stomach.

Okay.

May I?
Yup.

I really hope
it works out for Toby.

He should know how great
it all turns out to be.

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