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That should do it.

I don't see why
this is necessary.

You're about to enter

a hornet's nest of insanity.

I'm your bug repellant.

You done? It's go time.

Thank you for being my wingers.

He means wingmen.

I'll be at a safe distance,

analyzing the lovely gals
you're about to sit down with.

Cabe, you be one position
in front of Walter

so you can do recon.

Recon? I wanted to try dating,

not engage
in a military operation.

For a humanoid like you,
it's gonna take

precision coordination,
like D-Day.

Why do you smell

like a martini bar
in 1950?

It's my cologne.

I wear it every day.

If you wore that every day,
I'd need my sinuses scraped.

You're gonna dip your toe
into this dating pool,

aren't you?

Speed daters,

take your seats.

You'll find your preassigned
numbers on the tables.

Hey there.

I think you're looking

for our sunset circle

with our other second-chancers.

Okay!

Who is ready to connect?

So you have eight balls
of the same size,

seven weigh the same,

one weighs slightly more.

How do you find the one
that is heavier

by using a balance
and only two weighings?

What?

What's your ideal number
of cats?

Zero.

Walter, you're displaying
intense disinterest.

Try a compliment.

Your features
are quite rodentiform.

That's a lovely brooch.

Thank you.

I got it ten percent off
through AARP.

Aren't their discounts
wonderful?

How the hell would I know?

And then I told
the prime minister,

no bangers and mash
for you, eh, govnuh?

Bugger off, ya old bloke.

See?

I'm really good at accents.

We're not a good match.

Cheerio.

I feel like Jane Goodall,

but with less
socially-adjusted subjects.

One Singapore sling.

This should help him.

Thanks, buddy.

29 vitamins, amino acids

and cod liver oil.

This is what I get
for trying to help Walter date--

influenza.

Are you cool with this?
Oh, yeah. We had our flu shots.

No. When O'Brien said
he was branching out socially,

you kind of thought
it would be with you, right?

I didn't think that at all.
We both made a decision

not to see one another, and
if he wants to torture himself

by speed-dating lunatics,
he can be my guest.

As long as you're cool with it.

Good morning...

all.

What's wrong with you?

I caught the cooties watching
you and Groovy Grandpa

fumble with
the ladies.

Well, I feel that speed dating
was an unqualified success.

It taught me that

average speed daters
are not able to handle honesty.

They all hated you.

I will not be wasting my time
doing it again.

I will pursue other avenues
to hone my social skills.

In social situations,
there is a fine line

between honesty and insult.

Well, I-I don't see it.

You're 100% wrong.

Yes. Clearly you do not see it.

Cabe?

Yeah, I'm looking

right at him.
Okay.

See you soon.

Why did he ask if I was here?

I did not ask.

But why single me out?

I mean,
there-there are five of us.

You can ask him yourself

in ten seconds.
He was parking the car.

Oh. Okay.

Is he mad or something?

Gather round.

It's briefing time.

Homeland considers this
a top priority,

so I ask that you keep
an open mind.

I will. My mind is so
open, in fact, a lot of...

bad thoughts are
coming in. So, uh,

could you tell me why you
singled me out in particular?

It's in the folder, kid.

You okay, buddy?

130.

Your pulse is racing like
you just finished a marathon.

I cannot do this mission.

What's going on?

Everyone,
say hello to Ken.

Retired colonel,
Aachen Army Base.

He is an expert

in unconventional weapons
of mass destruction.

He so happens to be
Sylvester's father.

Hello, sir.

Ken has given speeches

to NATO, the
Joint Chiefs,

and the UN
Security Council.

He believes that a weapon
thought impossible to construct

not only exists
but it's currently being tested

by an unfriendly
nation.

The Pentagon has asked for us
to work with him on this matter.

Ken, the floor is yours.

During the Second World War...

Um, Colonel,
before we jump in,

do, uh, you and Sylvester
want to take a few minutes

to, uh, catch up?

I know it's been
a while.

Nine years, three
months, two days.

We're fine.

As I was saying, during
the Second World War,

the Axis powers were looking for
an advantage over the Allies,

no matter where
it came from.

Even if it came
from the heavens.

You're looking at the Sun Gun,
one of

their more
ambitious projects.

Based on archives recovered
during the war,

we believe that their plan
was to build a space station

8,200 kilometers
above the Earth.

Reflectors made
of metallic sodium

would be attached
to the satellite

to create a concave mirror
the size of ten football fields.

Something that big could reflect
concentrated sunlight

on a precise point on the Earth.

Like an entire city.

Instantaneous combustion--
everything gone in a second.

This is real
or-or theoretical?

Theoretical-- he's been looking
for it since I was six.

Until yesterday.

This was captured on a dash cam.

That does look

like a highly concentrated
beam of solar energy.

Or a bolt of lightning
or a charged particle,

like from
the Northern Lights.

Where was this shot?

The nation of Bahari,
a North African country

run by President Desta Rahal.

That video shows a solar beam

very close to being
fully perfected and weaponized.

That video might
show something.

It's highly speculative.
Rahal came

into power
via military coup.

He craves
international acceptance.

His people crave food
and freedom.

How does President Cuckoo
put together a weapon like this?

The Germans occupied Bahari
during the war.

They left behind a lot
of buried bunkers.

Rahal could have found

some of the prototypes
70 years later.

And if that's the case,

we need to locate and destroy
the Sun Gun

before Rahal has a chance
to perfect it.

And the problem is is Bahari
is 200,000 square miles,

and Homeland doesn't have the
tech to track down this weapon.

That's where Scorpion
comes in.

Okay. So you want us
to look for something

that reflects heat in the middle
of the African desert?

It's like looking for a
drop of water in the ocean.

Except for the flare
on the video is brief

and concentrated.
Likely a system test. So,

equally likely that
the reflective panels

would've been stored
away after the test.

And the panels, having absorbed
the concentrated solar energy,

primarily hydrogen and helium,

would still carry
the residue of the elements

on a molecular level.

We can build a helium
mass spectrometer and merge it

with a pyranometer.

Someone want to clarify?

Our device would
look for the residue

of the concentrated
solar energy.

- It's like looking for ashes after a fire.
- Great.

So how do we sneak
into a dictator's country

and abscond his death ray?

You're not going
anywhere, sicko.

Uh, then I'll stay home, and
I-I will take care of Toby.

No, you're coming to run

the software
for the devices that we build.

Homeland has advised Rahal

that we are aware
of the strong energy readings

coming from
the Bahari Desert.

His regime is subject

to spot inspections.

He's been advised

that a multidisciplinary team
of geniuses

will be visiting to ensure
that those readings

are not chemical or atomic.

Plane leaves soon.
Better start packing.

Okay. Walter?

Yes.
I can't go.

Being around a dictator

isn't how I would like
to spend my weekend either.

It's not the dictator
from Bahari I'm worried about.

It's the one
from Rancho Cucamonga.

Better hit the head
before we leave, Sylvester.

Once we're on the road,
I'm not stopping for anything.

Just like old times.

♪ Scorpion 2x14 ♪
Sun of a Gun
Original Air Date on January 18, 2016

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@elder_man

Oh, my God. This is awful.

Move! Move!
Move!

Double-reinforced
steel gate, remote operational.

This guy's security's no joke.

His people starve,
he lives like a king.

Well, I'm not a fan either, but
let's keep that to ourselves.

Rahal's known to
fly off the handle

at the smallest
perceived slight.

Welcome, Team Scorpion,

to my humble country.
Mr. President.

I'm Cabe Gallo,
U.S. Homeland Security.

This is Retired
Colonel Kenneth Dodd.

As per international agreement,

you are free to survey
without restriction.

But I assure you,

all you will find
is a nation desperate to grow

and become part
of the first world.

Feeding your people
might be a start.

Mr. President,
the Western allies

are just curious
about the energy flare

that was captured
over your desert recently.

A kilowatt overload

caused an energy arc
in one of our solar turbines.

It brought down that
building over there.

Could be legit.

I told you before, there's
no such thing as a Sun Gun.

My father is obsessed
with a fairy tale.

And as a celebration

of your visit, tonight

I will host a reception
in your honor.

For now, we'd just like
to drop our stuff in our room

and get started.

Then let it be so.

Come. Your rooms.

What's the matter,
you hot or something?

What, I'm not allowed
to be hot in Africa?

Okay, room's clean.

No one eavesdropping.

All right,
let's get to work.

Toby, you got
eyes on us?

I have sat photos
of the compound

refreshing every 20 seconds

and I have control
of the cameras.

All right, let us know
when his goons get close.

I want to have a look
inside that burned facility.

The Sun Gun would be
a volatile piece of equipment.

So that solar panel story
of his might just be a cover

for what really set that blaze.

And if there's enough, uh,

metallic sodium reflectors

for a weapons-grade mirror,
it won't fit into a tool shed.

We need to check
the biggest buildings first.

Now, Cabe, Happy and I will
check out the burned building

while Sly, Paige and Ken
will investigate the hangar

that we passed on the way in.

There's a guard station
50 yards from the hangar.

Step light in there.

Actually, Walt,
I'll go with you

and then Happy
can go with my dad.

No, we need
someone

with software expertise
on each team.

Yeah?

Good afternoon.

President Rahal requests
the company of Walter O'Brien.

Actually, we're about
to get to work.

Perhaps they could
talk at the dinner?

President Rahal anticipated

this response and he stated that

he wouldn't
request this

unless it were quite urgent.

He said he was certain
you'd understand.

Happy, I'm assuming that you can

handle the Geiger counters?

Okay.

I'll catch you later.

Yeah.

Walter,

be a beta dog with Rahal.

Remember, he's the kind of guy

who gets stabby when offended.

Is this beef barley?

How'd you know my favorite soup?

Eat it.
You look awful.

Mr., uh,
Mr. President?

Ah, Walter, Walter.

Please, come in.

I'm sorry to take you
away from your work,

but, uh, I thought it
important we speak.

We are similar men.

Both leaders,
both geniuses.

Although your IQ
may only be 197 to my 203.

203? Really?

Let it go, Walt. On this date,
honesty could get you killed.

That is...
that's a very impressive score.

As a fellow genius,
I respect you.

And I know why you are here.

You're after something.

A challenge.

Eh? I know
all about your work,

from saving that boy
on the beach

to designing
that smart building.

That is why I want to offer you
a job as my chief of technology.

Seven figures a year
to start.

But first,
a sign of friendship.

Come.

What...

A delicacy
from your native Ireland.

Boiled potatoes and whiskey.

Okay, I'm getting
nothing here--

no helium residue.

Maybe Sly's right-- maybe
the Sun Gun's just a legend.

Possibly.

But this doesn't mean
concentrated solar energy

didn't take this building apart.

Just that the metallic
sodium panels aren't here.

If you were gonna blast
a building with a solar weapon,

how would you fire at it?
From what kind of angle?

Where are you going with this?

A hundred yards up there...
there's an aerostat.

Now, why would a country without
and air force need a blimp

used for radar detection?

To get a solar weapon
high enough up in the air

to do a test run.

You float the prototype Sun Gun
up in the air,

you test it,

you accidentally destroy
one of your own buildings.

Only question is...

Where the hell's
the Sun Gun?

Took the words
out of my mouth.

I am no expert, but I live
in L.A. and I do know what

a ton of solar panels
look like, and maybe

El Presidente
was telling the truth.

Turn that thing on.

It is on.
There's no readings

because there's no helium
because there's no Sun Gun.

There's 40 yards of supposed

solar panels in here--
we're gonna check

every one of 'em
with that gizmo.

This is a waste of time.

It has always been
a waste of time.

You don't understand.

No, I don't understand
why your first priority

was always chasing
these archaic weapons

that are as real as unicorns.

Um, fellas, fellas,
maybe we should

just save this argument
for another time.

I'm with Paige.

There's guards sniffing around
not too far from the hangar,

and if you think you're gonna
search that whole place

before they get to you,
you're mistaken.

Fine. I can put this whole thing
to bed in a matter of seconds.

Great, what's that--
another toy for Mr. Fun Man?

Super Fun Guy.

And no, it's a way
to prove you wrong.

Give me your lighter.

If there are metallic
sodium reflectors

in this room, then any source
of natural light

would be bounced back
1,000 times its concentration,

so be very careful.

All right.

Now aim at a different
row of solar panels.

Now throw.

I told you!
I knew it was real, I knew it!

No way.

Stay here and look out
for the guards. Come on.

Oh!

Sylvester, look at this.
This panel is just

a colored glass facade
to cover up

the metallic
sodium panel underneath.

He hid weaponized panels
right in plain sight.

Oh, it's genius.
He knows his country's

crawling with inspectors.

If Sun Gun components are found
he's dead,

so he puts them
right under everyone's noses.

These are old welding marks

around the corners
of these panels.

Rahal must've found

these three prototypes
in an old German bunker

and now he's trying them out
for the purpose of duplication.

Then break these things
and let's get out of here.

Not an option. Toby says
the guards are right outside.

This alloy is strong as hell.

Breaking these things
will make noise.

Noise gets us caught.

Leave the solar panels,
once you're stateside,

have the air force
make a special delivery.

No, no, no, we can't do that.
If we do that,

we'll just be destroying
the very evidence that we need

to unseat and prosecute Rahal.

Plus the evidence
to show everybody back home

that you were right?

That does not
play into my decision.

We can't just smuggle
these panels out of the country.

Why not?
'Cause Rahal's men--

they're going to check our bags

and then he'll have us killed.

Nah.
May have a way

around the whole
“getting killed” thing.

I know what everybody
thinks of me.

I'm a madman,

warlord, murderer.

Well, you know, “everyone” would
be statistically improbable.

Ah, you see.

Now, you get me.

But I am merely trying
to save my people.

That is why
I need your help.

I need you to build me a rocket.

You've done it
before, huh?

Chew on that
while I get some cigars.

So you're looking at air
currents moving southwest

at 90 kilometers per hour.

Got it. Happy, what are
the approximate dimensions

of the aerostat?
Uh, length 100, diameter 20.

I still don't understand
how this works.

Okay, the aerostat's
200 yards away.

We put the Sun Gun panels in it,

send it off,
and Rahal is now decades

behind schedule
if he wants to make new ones.

Remember, he didn't
build these, he found them.

The Sun Gun could land anywhere.

Which is why I am
running the numbers to predict

the exact time and location
so the aerostat

crashes in the Mediterranean.

Where the Navy SEALs will
pick it up in a watertight bag.

Now, if your calculations
are off, you could be delivering

a WMD to a neighboring regime
that is not

on Washington's
Christmas list.

Trust me, I've got this.

Just in case you don't,

I want a photo record
of this technology,

because if we lose it forever,

I want proof of what Rahal
was trying to build.

I got a more
practical concern--

how are we gonna
get to the aerostat

without Rahal's men noticing?

Hey, Walt,

you need to get the guards
to move away

from the northeast corner
of the compound.

What are you thinking?

Huh? That a space program
tells the world,

“Look at Bahari.

Look what it can achieve.”

So what do you say?

I say...
I say s-someone

just jumped your southwest

security wall.
No one is there.

I will get my security
to check the video...

Ah!
I'm messing with

your system, emperor nutbar.

I will be back shortly.

My apologies.
Sure.

Should give you ten minutes.

Happy, what's this?
A small blimp.

You said it was
100 by 20.

Yeah, it's 100 feet
by 20 feet.

I thought you meant meters.

This country runs on the metric
system. Why didn't you convert?

I'm American.

Oh, boy.
Well, my calculations are off.

The drop point is gonna be off
by several miles.

If you're off that much
over the Mediterranean,

the SEALs are never
gonna find this thing.

Another problem-- look.

Oh, Walter's distraction
is timing out.

Toby, check Doppler radar
and tell me

when the prevailing winds
are hitting exactly northeast,

12.7 degrees.
I'm not gonna remind you

that if the guards
see you with that thing,

they'll shoot you on sight.
Toby!

Northeast winds,
but only five degrees.

Uh, truck's coming close.

Northeast, ten degrees.

Hold it!
Let it go, Sylvester!

Two degrees could mean
200 miles.

12 degrees. Listen to me,
OCD perfectionist,

let the damn thing go.

Truck's coming around the bend.

- Hold it!
- 1.7 degrees.

Now!

It'll get to where
it needs to go.

We figured it out.

Yeah.

If your calculations were
right the first time,

we wouldn't have almost
gotten ourselves killed.

We weren't able
to apprehend the man

you saw earlier,
but we have doubled security.

Well, I'm happy to have helped.

You know,
I'm a benevolent leader,

but there are still those
resistant to prosperity.

Forcing me to take precautions.

Armed guards,
bullet-proof windows.

And you already saw the gate
you had to come through,

which I have to recode
twice a day.

Using the, uh, smart watch?

Only my guards and I
know the code.

You know, it's, uh...

...it's hard to know
who to trust.

But I trust you.

That is why I want you
to head up our space program.

Come. Come, Walter.

Look at the plans
for my rocket.

That was Homeland. The Navy
SEALs are just a few hours out

from meeting up
with the aerostat.

We're almost in the clear.

Thank God.

I'm about ready
for this day to be over.

Stop packing.

We can't leave.

Why not? The panels are on
a one-way trip to SEAL Team Six.

Right, but those are only
the panels that we've found.

There is a good chance
that he has a way

to mass-produce metallic
sodium panels.

He may already have the ability

to make a fully-functional
Sun Gun.

Explain your thinking.

He showed me the blueprints
for a rocket that he wants built

with a load-bearing capacity
of at least six tons.

That's about right
for a satellite

bearing a full-sized
Sun Gun mirror.

Well, just 'cause he wants
a rocket to send a weapon

into space doesn't necessarily
mean he has a weapon.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Paige,
but it's human nature.

You don't build a turnip truck
unless you already have turnips.

So he's got a weapon that could
burn entire cities off the map.

We can't leave until we find
his store of panels

and take them out.

The adventure continues.

Wonderful.

So how do we find
this doomsday weapon factory?

Nothing on the satellite
suggests a manufacturing plant,

and there's no plans for one
in his entire system.

Oh, well, it is here
and I know it.

Can't we use
those things?

Uh, no.

They only work on panels
that have

already been exposed
to solar energy.

Rahal's stockpile

hasn't been used yet.

He'd, uh, keep it safe

until he's ready
to blast it into space

with the rocket
he wants Walt to build.

What you just said makes sense.

Everything I say makes sense.

No, about Rahal keeping
his stockpile safe.

He can't risk such
a large quantity

of panels being exposed
to sunlight.

A reaction like that
would do more than

just blow up a building.

It would blow up the entire
compound and then some.

He'd keep it underground,
away from the sunlight.

There's dozens of buildings
on this compound.

That factory could be
underneath any one of them.

It would be impossible
to search all those buildings

without Rahal noticing us.

Well, then it's
up to you, Walter.

How?

Rahal's smitten
by your intellect,

so I suggest you dangle your
great big brain in front of him

and get some info.

The man is
a megalomanical dictator.

No excuses, Walt.

Go see your new buddy
and shake your moneymaker.

Oh, I'm...

I'm glad you want to discuss
my offer of employment.

Well, it sounds
intriguing.

Perhaps we can, uh, look at the
blueprints again in your office?

Nonsense.

I do my best thinking
in here. Come.

Remember, Walt,

you want something
from this guy,

but you can't let him know.

This isn't like speed-dating.

You have to play it cool.

So that rocket

of yours looks like it could
carry a pretty heavy payload.

Walter, what are you doing?
Slow your roll.

Well...

the plans are still
very rudimentary,

but I'm sure
you will make it

out of this world.

Get it, Walter?
“Out of this world”"

Sit back, relax.

You planning on taking
some research satellites?

You're trying to eat dessert

when they just served salad.

Don't you know
how to romance someone?

No, he does not.

You got to butter this guy up,

play to his ego--
then he'll open up.

This is my
favorite cartoon.

You are the best sitter

since Mrs. Clatterman
gave me pudding for dinner.

He's the coyote
with a business card.

He thinks he's a genius.

I'm flattered by...

the offer to work for a...
an intellect such as yours.

Okay. I accept your offer.

Let's do it.

Fantastic!

You will have the finest
equipment from Germany.

During the day you will
build, and at night,

cool off in our
Olympic-size pool.

Walter...

...this is going to be the beginning
of a winning partnership.

Yeah.

Walter!

Ha-ha-ha!
Okay.

I cannot believe

that flattery and dishonesty

actually worked.
How? We've got nothing.

Did you hear him?

An Olympic-size pool
in the middle of the desert

where the average temperatures
are over 120 degrees.

Which causes
severe evaporation.

Okay, they'd need

an auto-refill system,

which demands major
plumbing infrastructure.

Which is exactly what you'd need
if you're cooling

newly manufactured
metallic sodium panels.

There's a pretty big pump room
near the pool.

Safe bet they're making
Sun Gun panels underneath it.

Great, but how do we knock it out of
commission without them detecting us?

We walk like Egyptians.

Okay, ancient Egyptians
used to make mortar

from water,
sand and limestone.

The sand will be on the other
side of the basement walls,

and we already know the pump
room will have water pipes.

We'll fill it up and
turn the whole room

into a big block
of stone.

Where do we get the lime?

Rahal's office.

He has a large aquarium--

that needs lime
to regulate its pH levels.

Happy, Paige and I will get that
while Sly, Cabe

and Ken get things ready
down in the pump room.

What about
the guards?

There's no guard.

That makes sense-- if you
don't want people to think

you have something valuable,
don't post thugs outside.

Doesn't mean there won't
be a security system.

Then we better hurry,
because that dinner party starts

in less than an hour--
if we're not there,

those men are gonna
come looking for us.

♪ ♪

Toby, kill the surveillance.

On it.

Mr. President?

You know, I-I just wanted
to thank you again

for the opportunity to...

He's not here.

Fish food...

books on fish...

photos of fish--
this guy loves fish.

What do you mean
we were sent the wrong wine?!

Not good.

There it is.

That must be the way
to the basement.

You really think
they're gonna leave the door

to the secret factory unlocked?

Problem solvers start
sentences off with “How about.”

Yeah, and “What if.”
I remember.

Well, what if you stop
pointing out all the obstacles

and start coming up
with some solutions, hotshot?

Kids.

I'm military, too--
but these guys,

guys like your son,
they respond better

to the velvet glove
than they do the iron fist.

I got it.

If they are manufacturing

metallic sodium plates
under here,

then they need
to vent chlorine gas.

It's a byproduct of production.

So one of these
supposed pool pump tanks

must have a release valve
for the gas.

This is it.
Uh, when chlorine gas

meets oxygen,
you get corrosion.

You're gonna need a hose.

You actually understand
what these guys are thinking?

About half--
and the rest I take on faith.

Hey, guys, I've seen
what chlorine gas can do

on the battlefield--
it's not pr...

Cabe.

My water fan, please?

What are you doing?

When water
and chlorine gas mix,

it makes hydrochloric acid,

which will eat through the lock.

This should do it.

What is wrong with you people!

Uh, what the hell is this?

Who has been near my fish?

And who is responsible
for this wine mishap?

I assure you, sir,

I'll rectify it.
Make sure you do.

I'm trying to impress
these stupid Americans.

I will hold you
personally responsible

if things are not perfect.

Yes, sir.

Idiots!

Here comes the sand
for your mortar.

There's got to be hundreds
of panels in here.

- 236, to be precise.
- There's enough panels in here

to make a Sun Gun
twice the size we thought.

Well, they didn't make these--
this is

the city seal of Hamburg.

We are standing
in an abandoned German lab.

So Rahal not only found
those few panels

we discovered in the hangar, but
he found all this old equipment,

got it running again.
Yeah, well, we're gonna shut it down.

We're gonna drown
this place up in mortar,

make these machines
nonoperational.

Yeah, that'll kill
his weapons program.

This machinery has zero
update; they have no plans.

Heads up! Lime incoming!

Hey, Walt and Paige

send their regards.

Uh, they're heading to the
party to swipe Rahal's watch

so we can get
through the front gate.

Okay. You get over there
with them, too,

and tell our gracious host
that we're on our way.

The more of you that are over there,
the less suspicious

he's gonna be.
Roger that. You guys hurry up.

I'm gonna
hotwire us

a ride and get our stuff.

You guys go ahead
and start mixing the mortar up.

You should do it
in about 20 minutes.

You guys better be
outside in 21--

we won't have
a second to spare.

Okay, you pour the lime;

I'll start stirring.
All right.

Hey, that thing you
did with the gas up there--

very impressive.

How do you know all that?

I read the encyclopedia
when I was six.

Twice. I had a lot of free time.

'Cause I wasn't around, huh?

You got to put your back
into that. Now, give me that.

You okay?

Barely.

What the heck happened?

Why do you still have
the original panels?

They should be over
the Mediterranean by now.

I couldn't risk them
ending up in enemy hands.

They wouldn't have wound up
in enemy hands.

I did the calculations
perfectly.

You just didn't trust me?

You confused feet with meters.
I had no choice!

No. You asked Happy to take
pictures of these plates...

before I confused
the units of measurement.

That's when
you took them.

You know what? I-I'm done.

I'm gonna wait
for Cabe.

How could I trust

something so important in the
hands of someone I barely know?!

You left when you were 14!

Well, you're gonna get
a chance to know me now,

because the heat from the beam
welded the hatch shut!

And we're stuck
in here.

We're not getting out.

It's stuck, all right.
Call the other guys.

I can't.
My comms fell in this gunk

after the light show,
thanks to you.

I know, I know,
I was such a terrible dad,

only because I was so busy
trying to keep our country safe.

No, I wish that's why you
were a terrible father.

You know, when I was younger,
I thought you couldn't be

around me because you had
to be at work all the time,

but as I grew up,
I realized you had to be

at work all the time because
you couldn't be with me.

I was busy running
around the world

trying to find
things like this.

You can't say
that's not worthy.

I'm not the son
that you wanted.

Say it. I'm not
what you hoped for.

Sylvester...
No.

When I started doing calculations
at the dining room table

when I was three years old,
you started pulling away.

Don't tell me
I didn't feel that.

I'm a genius, remember?

I don't get things
like that wrong!

Sylvester... we're stuck.

I know. We've been stuck in
a dysfunctional family...

No, no, no, that's not what
I'm talking about.

I mean, we're stuck.

The mortar's set.

♪ ♪

So, any idea how we're
getting his watch?

Ideally in a way
that doesn't get us killed.

Almost got the truck ready.

U.S. Embassy's awaiting
our arrival,

getting the chopper
to take us over the border.

I'm sure Ken and Sly
will be here shortly.

Just waiting on you guys.

The newest addition
to the Bahari

think tank. Come.

Let's toast to our
future success.

You know what?
Before we toast,

I want to mark the exact moment
of this auspicious occasion.

Do you have the time?

- It is precisely...
- Oh.

Wow! I'm a bit of a tech geek,
and that is

one incredible
piece of machinery.

Where did you get this?
Ah!

My princess.

Walter, friends,
this is my companion Sabina.

Isn't she lovely?

Indeed.

Oh. Of course.

Excuse me.
I have business to attend to.

Uh,

if I can pick up the tenors
of primal human needs--

Ralph, cover your ears--

Rahal's about to take Sabina
to the naughty room.

Okay, what do you want us
to do about it?

Stall him.
You got to get that watch

and amscray out of there, 'cause
if he's half the paramour I am,

he could be gone for hours.

Uh, gross.

And you don't have hours.

Guaranteed his guards give him

regular updates
on his prized weapon.

You got to move!

I have an idea.

Uh, Mr. President,
please, before you go.

Um, Walter is so appreciative

of you giving
him that

job offer, he has prepared
a little surprise for you.

Ah, a surprise, huh?

What is it?

Well, if I told you,
it wouldn't be a surprise.

What are you doing?

Getting us
out of here alive.

Walter.

Mr. President.

Guys, um, standard
pop duet, um, in A.

You all know this song, right?

Just hit the fills,
and we should be good.

Uh, lyrics.
Oh.

You're doing the boy part.

Okay.

I'm doing what?

You're doing the boy parts.

Oh, God.
I should be recording this.

♪ Don't go breaking my heart ♪
All right.

♪ I couldn't if I tried ♪

♪ Oh, honey, if I get restless ♪

♪ Baby, you're not that kind ♪

I swear to God,
if you don't get into this,

I'm gonna kill you myself.

♪ Don't go breaking my heart ♪

♪ You take the weight
off of me ♪

♪ Well, honey,
when you knocked on my door ♪

Yeah! ♪ I gave you my key... ♪

Okay, so, good news--
the pool's replenishment tank

has run dry, which means
we won't drown in here.

Bad news-- Rahal and his men

will probably kill us
when they find us

glued to his
German lab.

You know, when I went

to the Pentagon with the evidence
of the Sun Gun, I...

I recommended your team
for the project.

I did. I...

I read all about you.

I was trying to reach out.

You're right, Sylvester, I...

We never really connected. I...

I wasn't prepared
to raise a kid like you.

There's no manual
on how to raise a genius.

If there were,
I-I'd have read it

a hundred times
cover to cover,

because I loved you from
the moment you were born. I just...

I just didn't know
how to show you.

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Nobody knows it... ♪

All I hear is terrible singing.

What are you contributing,
Happy?

I can't get his watch.

He's dancing.

Then you have to dance, too.
Pickpocketing

is a confidence game.

Just misdirect the mark

by making them think
they're in control.

Now go move
what your mama gave you.

♪ Oh, honey, when you knock
on my door... ♪

Uh, Mr. President,

uh, it would be an honor
to dance with you.

Excuse me.

But you need to lead.

I have two left feet.

- Of course.
- ♪ Nobody knows it ♪

♪ Nobody knows ♪

♪ When I was down ♪

♪ I was your clown ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Nobody knows it... ♪

Wow. You are strong.

You aren't the first lady
I've made swoon.

Uh, that spin made me
dizzy. I need water.

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ I gave you my heart. ♪

Yay! Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, wonderful! Walter!

My watch.

My-my watch.

They took...

Get them. Get them!

If this is it, I just
want to say, I...

I'm sorry for a...
a lot of things.

Oh, I-I'm sure I wasn't easy.

I wish I could undue things,
but I can't. I...

Undo. That's it.

We can undo the hatch!
How?

It's sealed shut.

We can undo the seal
the same way we warped it.

By hitting its hinges

with a concentrated
beam of light!

Can you reach the panel
that fell from before?

But we don't have enough light
in here to make it work.

Then we will make our own,
huh? Okay.

Now, we need to aim
and time this perfectly, or else

the beam could bounce back at us
and make us extra crispy.

You need to throw that
five point seven feet

in the air at a 60-degree
angle with backspin.

Like a Frisbee?

Sort of. I'm not a sports guy,
but you need to catch it.

We can't let it break.

We need it to free our legs
from the mortar.

This is ironic.

After all these years,
we're finally playing catch.

Ready?

Ready. Ready.
Ready?

Now!

You broke the seal!

You're brilliant!

Okay, now throw it
two feet to your right.

Ready?
Ready.

Now!

Hey.

You okay?

Mm-hmm.

Let's get out of here.

Hey.

♪ ♪

Sly, move your ass!

Get in!

Here we go.

Getting in!

I got the code.

Now connecting
to the gate's Wi-Fi.

Gettin' close!
Use the damn watch!

Hold on.

There!

Get down!

♪ ♪

I don't know about you guys,

but I don't think I'll need

a sun-and-sand vacation
for a long time.

Well, I'll copy that.

Well, I guess I'd better
get back on the road.

You know how your
mom gets lonely.

Yeah.

I think she'd like to see you.

Maybe.

Sure. Sure.

Sylvester, I, uh...

I'm sorry...

...that your mother and I,

we weren't
the right family for you.

But I'm glad to see
you found the one that is.

Thanks, Dad.

You got his favorite soup, tea?

Everything
you said.

Okay. Good boy.

You always yell at Toby.

Why'd you want me
to do all this?

The truth is
I am falling for the guy.

Ew.

Gross.

I know. Right?

♪ ♪

♪ Don't go breaking my heart,
mm, mm, mm ♪

♪ Don't go breaking my heart... ♪

Do you think, uh...

Do you think that
the man and woman in that song

were being honest
with each other?

I don't know, you'd have
to ask Elton John. Why?

Well, being honest with the
women at speed-dating backfired,

and, uh,

pretending
to like Rahal

saved lives,
so I'm confused, because I...

I like facts,
and truth is facts.

But sometimes bending the truth
can save someone's feelings?

Humans do that
from time to time.

I see.

Well, I am... off to eat.

Oh, you sounded...
lovely before.

Oh. Thank you, Walter.

Good night.

Wait, hold on.

Was that a “bending” compliment,
or a real compliment?

Why should it matter?

Because it does.
Tell me the truth.

I thought truth was malleable;
you just taught me that.

Don't use my words against me.

You know what, Ralph?

We're gonna go to Kovelsky's
with Walter

until I get the truth from him.
Grab your bag.

Okay, I'll tell you the truth--

as long as you answer
a question first.

Okay.

Who's Elton John?

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