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(rhythmic beeping and whooshing)

She's very weak, but most
of the mucous has been suctioned

from her lungs,
she's breathing easier.

So we can remove the tube?

Goal is to have it out
later today.

But once her lungs start filling
with fluid, I want it back.

Walter.
I want it back in.

DOCTOR:
Of course.

I, um, have
to finish my rounds,

but I'll check on her
again when I'm through.

Thank you.

(door opens)

(door closes)

I can't believe
you got a court order

to have your sister intubated.

I'm saving her life.

You know
she didn't want the tube.

It scares her, it hurts her.

She's on pain meds.
Is that what you've come to?

Hiring a connected lawyer,
bamboozling some emergency

surrogate court magistrate
in the middle of the night

with your 197 IQ,

having your sister

declared unfit to make
her own medical decisions?

Her decisions

would've resulted in her dying
before I could save her,

so, by definition,
she is unfit.

And if you had just gotten
her to do the smart thing

on her own, then none of this
would've been necessary.

Walter, this is not your call.

Really? 'Cause I have a court
order saying that it is.

What's this?

She said you gave it to
her when you were kids.

Wanted you to have it even
though it's not a Lamborghini.

Some day,
I'll pay you back.

I'll take a
Lamborghini.

Bright yellow.
Race you!

I'll get her a real one
when she gets better,

because she will...
now that I'm in charge.

(rhythmic beeping)

RAY:
What is that?

Knees up! Knees up! Knees up!
Knees up! Knees up! Knees up!

Knees up! Knees up! Look
at me. It's not the size

of the fight in the
dog that matters.

It's the size of the
dog in the fight.

I think you got that backwards.

Please don't question the
coach! Okay, thank you!

All right, we're gonna
do 15 pushups right now.

Go! One.
What are you doing to my son?

Hey, Peggy. I'm just
helping with his homework.

His report card
was a tad subpar.

He gets straight A's.
Not in gym.

Ralph doesn't care about gym.

All boys care about gym.

It's Lord of the Flies in there.

And getting picked last
is painful, trust me.

I'm not sure I like him telling
you guys things instead of me.

He's one of us. We get him.

(Ray laughs)
Hey, what is all this?

Hey, Walt. I'm doing...

Oh.
Ralph!

You-you okay?

You all
right, buddy?

I'm okay.
(car horn toots)

Oh. Carpool. Okay.

I got picked last
a few times myself.

Don't let it bother you.
Come on, champ.

You're all
right. Ease up.

Let's go.
Ease up. Come on.

How's Megan?

Oh, she'll get well.

Look, Walter,
I know it's your nature

to see a problem
and want to solve it,

but some things...

there just aren't answers to,
and I want to make sure

you're preparing yourself
emotionally for that.

You know, just in case.

(door opens)
CABE: Come on, gather up.

We got a big one.

Oh, we can continue
this.... later?

No need to.

I'll be fine, and...

(clears his throat)
...Megan will be, too.

This is Olivia
Cromwell, Director

of British Intelligence, and

this is one of her
agents, Ian Gleason.

Since when
do we work for MI6?

CABE:
Since I said so.

MI6 will be taking
the lead on this case.

Homeland will provide support.
TOBY: Are we headed

to England for a spot of tea?
CROMWELL: No.

New York, and there won't be
any time for tea.

Our target

is Jonas Madaky,
Ambassador to the U.S.

from the African nation
of Buritan.

His title was
acquired by a bribes

so that he could travel
with diplomatic immunity

and avoid prosecution.

Prosecution for what?
Madaky's

real profession
is gun runner.

He supplies
internationally-banned

weapons to war-torn nations

in Latin American and Africa.

The "soldiers" in this photo

are 14 years old.

The bullets inside them
are Madaky's.

Why hasn't he been arrested?
Because what

MI6 knows and what we can prove
are two different things.

Madaky's a
security obsessive.

He never travels
without his own guards,

often brings his own

personalized security devices.

It's very hard to get near him.

But he's giving a speech
at the UN.

which provides an opportunity.

CABE:
The speech is a request

for financial aid
to his native land.

But the real reason for the
UN visit is a covert meeting

with Suuto Ali,
a Delegate from Tesopo.

We believe they're making
a plan to send Tesopo

arms to take out tens
of thousands of rebels

who want a more democratic form
of government.

CROMWELL: I was an aid worker
in Buritan. I've seen

firsthand the suffering that
Madaky and his weapons caused.

What is our mission?

When Madaky and Ali meet,
they'll converse

in a nearly extinct
Koisan language.

Less than 12 people on
earth can translate it.

There's limited source material,
and it takes years to learn it.

Gleason is fluent.

TOBY:
A linguist who doesn't speak.

How ironic.
GLEASON: I'm fluent

in 60 languages,
proficient in another 12.

Oh, really?
Do you know this one?

Your owtiebay is amelay.

PAIGE:
Why a linguist?

Can't you just sneak
a recording device or something?

HAPPY:
No, recording isn't

allowed anywhere in the UN
except the General Assembly.

To keep everyone honest, they
use auditory spectral masking--

white noise audiograms

at frequencies you can't hear,

but recording devices pick up.

You can record,
but you just get static.

CROMWELL:
That's why

you need to bypass
UN security

so that Gleason
can get close enough

to overhear the conversation
between Madaky and Ali.

He'll decipher
the when and where

of the weapon exchange.

We'll intercept it,
arrest Madaky,

and save innumerable
innocent lives.

Can't MI6 and Homeland work
with the UN Security Council

to get access for your linguist?
COOPER: The evidence against

Madaky was been obtained
via illegal wiretap

and satellite imagery.

It proves Madaky's evil,
but it can't be used

as the basis
for a Security Council request.

CROMWELL: Cooper and I will
monitor you

from the Homeland Security
office in New York,

while you use your brainpower

to get Gleason inside
the UN undetected.

Do this, and people live.

We have to do it
without Sylvester.

I don't want her alone.
You guys okay with this?

I'm in.

The man helps kids kill kids.

Let's get him.

WALTER:
Chief Cromwell,

what is security like?

The UN has three rings
of security.

This outer ring
is New York City,

patrolled by NYPD-mounted SWAT.

Points around the outside of
the building indicating cameras.

Happy, see what I see?

Okay, assume a 3.6
millimeter focal length,

he'll get a blind spot
right about here.

PAIGE: Well, why worry
about blind spots?

You're a master at fake
IDs. Whip something up.

I can make stuff
that looks good,

but official UN
IDs have holograms

that take days
to counterfeit.

As soon as the cops swipe them

through the readers,
we're busted.

Well, standard SWAT formation

places a mounted officer there

so that blind spot
doesn't help us.

Unless we can
distract that horse.

They're prey animals. If we had
pheromones from in-heat horses

of both genders...
RAY: My buddy at the track

can get us
some horse pee.

Hey. I'm Ray.

Tell the queen
I said, "What's up?"

TOBY: Horses have schnozzes
second only to dogs,

so I can pour out the urine
far enough away to not be seen,

but close enough
for the steed to smell it.

(neighing) As Trigger looks
for his mating partner,

we sneak past that first layer
of security.

CROMWELL:
Next layer's trickier.

Full body scanners

with state-of-the-art,

triple rotation
millimeter wave imaging.

That's here in this area,
which is deemed Federal land.

CABE: Well, you get
caught there,

it's off to Leavenworth.

Scanners aren't a problem.

It's not like we're carrying in
guns or anything.

But we will be carrying
items necessary

to get us through the
final layer of security

that I'm looking at
over here.

Now those items can't be
spotted by the scanners.

No jumping ahead
to the next phase please.

They're geniuses.
They always jump ahead.

I'm with Mrs. Doubtfire here.

I mean, who
cares about

the third step?

We're never gonna be able
to get there

if we have to sneak contraband
past these high-end scanners.

I mean, how does that happen?

We're gonna get Paige pregnant.

What?!

WALTER: We'll hide what we need
in Paige's fake stomach.

PAIGE: Hold on. Won't the scanner
see through my belly?

HAPPY: Not if I'm underground in
an electrical conduit tunnel.

Step forward.

HAPPY:
A few crossed wires,

I short out the scanners
with a power surge.

Happy now.

(electrical pop,
electricity whirs down)

Looks like we lost power.

Ma'am, step
through, please.

(electrical squeaking)

(squeaking)
Okay.

Go ahead.

The last security layer is

within international
jurisdiction.

Before you can be
admitted to the UN proper,

you've got to get past
a biometric

hand reader.
It maps

the individual web signature
of your palms.

Everyone's is unique.

How do they get past that?

WALTER:
Any nation

not sending delegates
to the conference?

Italy.

They've had trade issues
with Buritan

and won't attend as a protest.
Perfect.

HAPPY: Okay, I got a nice
clear shot of the paw.

TOBY:
Laying over a color filter

so blue deoxygenated veins
stand out.

WALTER:
That is perfect.

Toby, you sure
about your contact?

He's a top medical
prosthetics researcher at NYU.

More importantly, he's a lousy
card player. He owes me.

Hold on. I'm gonna be carrying
fake hands in my stomach?

TOBY: And we're gonna slip
those fake hands on

and use them to go
right through the scanners.

(indistinct chatter)

Congratulations, Ms. Dineen.
It's quadruplets.

PAIGE: Won't people know what the
Italian delegates look like?

WALTER: Well, members
of the General Assembly, yes.

But security guards see
thousands of people pass there

a week. They're just looking
for a green light.

(beep)

Where do I fit
in this plan?

You'll be with me, Professor.

Now, the city's
electrical grid runs

8X RMC conduit to insure that
the UN meets energy demands.

The tunnels to support
that kind of work

have to be right
under the building.

And there are access panels

to the UN's basement
for electrical workers.

It's locked from the inside,
but our team will let us in.

(door squeaking)

Man, it stinks down there.

WALTER:
Well, the UN was built

over slaughterhouse dumps.
Those brass vents down there?

They're slow-releasing
decades-old methane pockets.

That, or Cabe had jerky
on the plane again.

MAN: Hands up! Turn around!
(gun chamber clicks)

Who are you?!
What are you doing here?!

Take it easy.
We're electricians.

We're doing
an inspection.

More importantly,
who are you,

and what are you doing
down here with a gun no less?

I'm a security guard
for Ambassador Madaky.

Stationed here in case
anyone tries to harm him.

(grunting, blows landing)

What language was that?

What going on, Gleason?

As you've probably deduced,

I'm not here
to translate anything.

Bollocks, his accent switched

from Colin Firth
to Michael Caine.

Is anything about you real?
Yes.

My conviction.

I'm here to assassinate
Ambassador Jonas Madaky.

And all of you

are gonna help me.

♪ Scorpion 2x09 ♪
US vs. UN vs. UK
Original Air Date on November 16, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Seriously, Doc? You couldn't
read that this guy was crooked?

MI6 is trained
to not be readable.

It's like the CIA,
but with crumpets.

All right now, close the door.

(door squeaking shut)

CROMWELL:
Gleason?

What's your status?

Well, we ran into one

of Madaky's men,
but he was dispatched.

Scorpion has been advised
of the new arrangement.

What new arrangement?
HAPPY: Arrangement of

them screwing us.

I'm sorry, Deputy Director,

but Madaky is just
too valuable a target

for us to let
this opportunity pass by.

CABE:
They want us to help

assassinate him, Katherine.

Cromwell, this mission
of yours ends now.

Need I remind you,

you are on U.S. soil.

Indeed.

But they're
on international soil.

And your team is on film

entering the UN
under false pretenses.

So it's a matter of time
before they're identified.

And then they will be arrested
and tried for murder

in the International Court

in the Netherlands.

I don't know who you think
you're working with,

but we're not killers.

I know exactly who
I'm working with.

Now, I don't want
to strong-arm you,

but I have orders to forbid you

to walk away from this.

You played me

from our first meeting.

What choice did I have?

Your team
would never have agreed to this

unless they were painted
into a corner.

Now, it may be distasteful,

but I am willing to trade my
ethics for Madaky's heartbeat.

Please don't underestimate
what I'm willing to do

to see this happen. Don't
make me send you to prison.

We have no choice.

I'm glad you see it our way.

Now, I suggest we find

a secluded conference room
upstairs,

and I'll fill you all in.

Since I'm MI6,
you follow my lead.

MI6, MI6.

Big deal. They're
barely better than MI5,

and they're half
as good as MI12.

Chief Cromwell, are we connected?
Yes.

Are you in a secure location?
WALTER: Secure for now.

But every moment that we're here
increases our chances

of being caught.

So I suggest
that you present

your plan, and we will advise
if we can help.

Directness appreciated.

Our Intel believes that Madaky
and Ali will make their deal

on the 15th floor
in a locked meeting room.

Now, these rooms have no
cameras for confidentiality,

and no one will be there
save for Madaky, Ali,

and some of their men.
So when bullets fly,

no innocents will get hurt.

I enter with my head
down so hallway cameras

can't read my face,

dispose of my target, and exit.

Sounds like you've got it
figured out. Why do you need us?

Remember how we said
Madaky liked to travel

with personal security
accoutrements?

One of these
is a high-level

security door he has
his advance team install.

Now, I need you to hack
the computerized lock

so I can enter that meeting room
with an element of surprise.

And I need you to hurry.

Madaky speaks before
the General Assembly

in an hour, and we're certain
he's gonna want to get back

to Africa as soon as possible.
He won't dally.

There's a good chance
his meeting with Ali

is taking place right now.

Walter, what are you doing?

Hacking into Madaky's laptop.
The odds are the software

that programs his door lock
is on it.

You're really gonna help kill a man?
No. I'm gonna help open a door,

and then we get the hell out
of here. Whatever Gleason does

after that
is his responsibility.

TOBY: That's a moral
rationalization

if I ever heard one.

Do you want to get locked up
overseas?

Do you want to see Ralph again?

Then let me work.

(indistinct chatter)

(moans softly)

Hey.

Hey, you're awake.

(hoarsely):
Water.

Water. Yes.

Remember, you have
to take small sips.

Please...

...Sylvester...

...never again.

The intubation?

Megan, Walter has a court order.

Please...

Okay.

I'll find a way.

Have you
found a way?

I'm into his system.
Well,

hurry up!
Shouting at me

and waving your gun
does not help.

O-kay, this is bad.

Gleason, you need to see this.

CROMWELL:
What? What is it?

What did he find?

Is this for real?

I'm afraid so.

Not good.
I asked you a question, Gleason.

What's the problem?

I can't unlock the door.

What do you mean
you can't unlock the door?

Can you hear me?

Why can't you unlock the door?
Madaky's door lock

is air-gapped. But there is
a stand-alone keypad

that connects to the interior
of the door via Ethernet cable.

You punch a password

directly into it
to open the door.

Gleason?

Yeah, he's telling the truth.

I saw the specs myself.

HAPPY:
Uh, guys,

things just
got worse.

I've hacked the security cameras

on the 15th floor hallway.

Look.

CABE: All right,
the deal's done.

We're too late. We got to go
before we get busted.

Like hell it's too late.

My team has done what it could.

I'm under direct orders
from Downing Street

to do whatever is necessary
to complete my objective.

Now, if that means locking
your entire team up

and throwing away the key,
then that is what I will do.

I'm sorry,
Deputy Director.

This is not personal.

I am simply doing my duty.

I'm gonna find a bathroom.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Okay. We've got to come up
with a new idea.

I recall from the blueprints
that the seventh floor

is nothing but HVAC,

electrical, and plumbing.
There's no surveillance.

Gleason can do the hit there.

Except Madaky's speech
is in less than an hour.

He's probably on his way
to the green room to wait

his turn to speak. He won't stop
on the seventh floor.

Like hell he won't.

Over here!

This is crazy
that we're doing this, right?

Well, psychologically speaking,
"crazy" is a catchall

for a myriad of pathologies
and circumstances,

but, yeah, this is nuttier
than a fruitcake.

Okay, Walt, I've got control
of the elevator.

Just tell me when.
Okay.

They just stepped
onto the elevator.

I'll stand by here

in case Madaky gets past you.

All right, Walter,
I know this is a last resort,

but it's gonna be over soon.

PAIGE: He's almost
on the seventh floor.

Are you sure you can do this?
Uh, no. Okay, Happy, now.

What the hell?

Okay, I flip the switch
and then we hustle. Ready?

Go!

(elevator dings, bell rings)

O'Brien, it's stuck.
Yeah, I know.

There's a slight glitch.

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

Okay. Got
the doors open.

(elevator dings)

(grunting)

(shouts, groans)

(grunting)

(gunshots)

(grunts)

(panting)

I'll check him for an I.D.

This isn't the first
attempt on my life.

Assassins do not carry I.D.

I will contact
the General Assembly,

tell them there is a threat
and we are leaving immediately.

You'll do no such thing!

Word gets out there's been
an attempt on my life,

it brings attention.

People I do
business with

do not like attention.

I will address the
General Assembly

as scheduled.
Then we will leave.

I will let nothing jeopardize
my deal with Ali.

What about him?

Toss him in there.

CROMWELL:
What's happening?

I need an update.

Tell Cromwell
that Madaky's still alive.

Gleason's dead.

They just put his body
down the incinerator.

(sighs) I'm sorry about the elevator.
It was my fault.

There could've been some tics
in my wiring.

CROMWELL: It doesn't matter

whose fault it was.

Gleason was a top agent
and a good man,

murdered by a bastard.

You just lost your assassin.

My team

is in jeopardy just being
in that building. I need

to pull them out now.
No, we're finishing the job.

We're doing what now?
Yeah, I'm pretty sure

we can convince the mean British
lady not to send us to jail.

No.

Madaky just threw a human being
down an incinerator shoot

like he was garbage.

This is a man
who supports

mass killings and genocide,
and, what,

we're just gonna let him go free
to do it some more?

We're not MI6 or the CIA.
Yeah,

we're geeks.
What is

the point in us having
these abilities

if we don't use
them to stop

what's bad in the world?

Greater good.
But, Walter,

you are not a murderer.
This is not

murder-- this is self-defense.

We're protecting the world.

Now,
Madaky

is scheduled to give his speech
in 14 minutes.

He's probably already down
in the green room.

Once he gives that speech,
he's gone.

I have an idea
how to take Madaky out,

if we're all in.

I can't believe I'm doing this,

but that was
a pretty rousing speech.

We're a team, so yeah.

I hope you know what you're doing.
I do.

But my plan depends on Happy
finding hard salami casings

down in the commissary.
Salami casings?

They contain potassium nitrate.

They're making a bomb.
Not a bomb. A small,

directionally designed charge.

Just enough to take Madaky out

without causing serious damage
to anyone around him.

You thinking his briefcase?
Exactly.

Now, we'll swap his laptop
for a charge

of almost identical dimensions
and size

so that he will not feel
the change in weight.

Leave that to me. Doc,
can you meet me backstage

at the General Assembly
in five minutes?

Copy that.

Walter, can you manipulate

temperature controls in here
from your laptop?

I've controlled satellites
from this computer before.

I can handle a thermostat.
Okay, crank the heat

by the southwest Security Check
on the second floor.

Paige, you come with me.

♪ ♪

Oh, yes.

Happy, you almost done?

I'm sorry I'm not making a bomb

out of salami fast enough
for you.

Actually, you're not.

Madaky goes on right after

the Polish delegate's speech,

and that guy's up next.

Yeah, well, let's hope
Cabe's stall tactic works then.

Yeah.

I'm working on that right now.

(indistinct chatter)

Damn thing's busted.

Scusa.

Come Si dice...

(Italian accent): Uh, I lost my watch.
My wristwatch.

Oh. Okay, sir.
What you want to do

is you want to go
to the Lost and Found.

It's at the Visitors
Desk on the first floor.

Grazie,
grazie, grazie.

Mr. President,
ministers, your excellencies,

and ladies and gentlemen, (speaking Polish)
it is my honor to welcome you...

Excuse me, ma'am,
you're needed

to translate over at
the security council meeting

at the conference building.

But I was assigned here.
Understood,

but the translator dropped out
and we want a senior linguist

to handle the meeting.
A replacement

will be sent
to the Polish delegate shortly.

Okay, if you say so.

Sir.

(line ringing) You're up, doc.
Drag it out.

This is Ray.

Hello, Ray. It's Toby.

Hey, doc.

What's happenin', cap'n?

Your last name's Spiewack,
right? Is that Polish?

As Polish as a bratwurst.

That's German, dummy. Look,
do you know any Polish at all?

I was raised
by my Grandma Etoile.

And that's French.

Look, we're on a case
and we're in a bit of a bind.

You're gonna hear some people in
the background speaking Polish.

I got my phone
linked into my comm.

I'm gonna need you to translate
it back to me in English.

De nada, amigo.

Now we have Spanish.

Remind me to punch you
when we get back.

MODERATOR:
Thank you, Ambassador Daroolay.

Now speaking, Ambassador
Marik Kaluza of Poland.

Okay, Ray, we're on.

Okay.

Been while
since I've spoken Polish.

(speaks Polish)

(speaks Polish)

Cabe, I can only
delay this for so long.

CABE:
Just do what you always do--

refuse to shut up.

(speaking Polish)

RAY: Um, uh... distinguished,
uh, people...

members of the General Assembly.
Wait,

hold on a second-- holy cow,
are you at the UN?

Distinguished members

of the General Assembly,

what a privilege
and an honor it is

to speak to you today

in this great institution

that-that is the United Nations.

Bomb's ready. Three types
of cleaning solution,

two pounds of salami parts
and one baking tin.

I am done.
Paige, you are up.

Roger that.

Hi.

Who are you?
Makeup.

For your speech.

I don't need makeup.
The UN

is recording today's session
for their archives.

Uh, they have new lights
over the stage--

makes everyone shiny.

Please, I get in trouble
if I don't do my job.

And we can't have
the most handsome delegate

not looking his best.

Okay, come.

Do what you do.
Great,

I'll just get my stuff
and get to it.

Happy. How's it look?

Like a TV dinner
that goes boom.

Good work.
Someone

fill me in, please.
On our way

to the green room
with the completed bomb.

It runs via chemical-
kinetic reaction,

so once I shake it up,
we have 15 minutes

until it detonates.

Okay, well, you better
get it in that green room

before Madaky leaves,
because otherwise

you lose your only opportunity.

And I'm not sure
this Polish delegate's speech

can be dragged out much further.

(speaking Polish)

RAY:
Okay, uh, at this point,

I would like to talk about

the United Nations Children's...

Fund?

At this point,
I would like to talk about

the United Nations
Children's Fund, because

when you think about it,

children really are the future.

I say, teach 'em well,

let them lead the way.

HAPPY:
We need more time, doc.

Actually, children
often don't know

where they're going.

Because the hippocampus

isn't fully developed
un-until you're much older.

That-that's what controls
your sense of direction.

Go ahead.

Okay, almost done, except

I'm out of concealer.
Just be a minute.

I'm gonna have
my assistant Ursula

come bring me what I need.

(phone dings)

"Ursula, bring me concealer."

Huh.
I don't look like an Ursula.

Okay, this is it.
You ready?

No.
Too bad.

Reaction's begun.

And you're giving it to me.
Yeah, and you better hurry,

because in less than 15
minutes, that bomb goes off.

Unless, of course,
the reaction accelerates,

and then you have a lot less.

And I get to hold it.
Fantastic.

You know, the light is terrible.
Do you mind moving over there?

Fine. Make it quick.

Okay.

Ursula.

Finally. If you can't
work faster,

you can't work for me.

Sorry, ma'am.

Here, put this base back
in my bag and go help

with the Norwegians on the third
floor. Give them some color.

(Madaky clears throat)

BODYGUARD: This Polish delegate
is an idiot.

Okay, I'll be
right upstairs, boss.

Whatever.

This kind of thing we're doing
isn't exactly our style.

You sure about all this?
Yeah.

I'll be fine.
Headed to the basement now.

You get into position
and wait for Paige.

Things are about to get crazy.

We passed crazy a long time ago.

Okay.

I thank the Assembly
for their time today

and, uh, their attention

to-to this important platter.
Matter.

It's not platter. Tob...

I thank the Assembly
for their time today

and attention
to this important matter.

And I would like to take this
moment

to address the unfair percentage

of ethnic jokes
directed to the Polish people.

For the record,

we have the formula
for ice cubes

and it takes only one of us
to screw in a light bulb.

(whispers):
Thank God.

That's all. Thank
you for your time.

Don't forget to
tip your waiters.

MODERATOR:
Thank you, Ambassador Kaluza.

Speaking next,
Ambassador Jonas Madaky

of Buritan.
(applause)

(clears throat)

Members of the General Assembly,
it is an honor

to speak to you today
on the subject

of the continuing crisis
in Buritan.

Sorry I'm late.

Toby had me tied up with a case.

You know how it is
with Scorpion.

Did you grab what we need?
I am so sorry.

I couldn't get it on such
short notice, but I did

grab a couple Band-Aids.

You guys ready?
Well...

let's burn this bacon.

According to my calculations,
we should have detonation

in approximately
five, four, three...

...two, one.

Good-bye, Jonas.

And now, with the civil war
in Tesopo

driving hundreds of thousands
of refugees...

What the hell happened, O'Brien?
I assume

not enough potassium nitrate
in the salami rind

to set off a reaction.

But I have a backup,
we'll get Madaky

before he leaves the building.

MADAKY:
As you well know...

Where are you going?

I'm sorry, Katherine.

I'm going
to arrange a car.

I have to personally detain them
if they fail in this mission.

Sending financial aid

to Buritan is not just
a political necessity,

it is a moral responsibility.

Thank you.

Got eyes on him. They're in
the east stairwell headed toward

Madaky's chopper on the roof.

One of his men
is carrying his bag.

Aah!

MAN: B Team, move in.
Shoot to kill!

Whoever tried to kill me before
must've sent more men.

Secure the chopper!

Head 'em off at the pass!

We can't get to the helicopter.
Call the car.

We'll meet in the garage.

Head 'em off at the pass--
who are you, Roy Rogers?

Oh, Happy was right--
it stinks down here.

Okay, they're headed to the
northeast parking structure

right above me.
Okay.

One, two, three.

They set explosives.

We're under attack.

Tell the driver to meet us by
the parking ramp

on the east side
of the building.

Now go!
(sirens wail in distance)

Hear those fire trucks. They'll
think it's a gas line break.

Walter's brilliance
still surprises me.

Yeah, don't celebrate yet.

We still don't know
if his plan'll work.

Uh, we'll know soon enough.
You ready?

Light him up.

(engine starts)

Now.
(engine revving)

Madaky.

Hey, did you guys
see me on stage?

I think I should
run for office.

What do you mean
he's getting away?

Madaky's limo's driving away,

along the river.
We missed him.

If you want
to catch him yourself

then you better drive faster.

TOBY:
Okay, guys, let's go.

MADAKY:
Hurry up!

There's a car following us.

What the hell are you doing?

Why are you stopping?

Driver?

Ambassador.
I saw you shot.

I dumped your body.

I'm a ghost. Boo.

(tires screech)

You're not going anywhere, pal.
Homeland Security.

You're under arrest.
You can't arrest me.

You have no
authority here.

The UN is international soil!

From the stairwell
to the explosion,

we took out your guys,
manipulated you to our limo,

and then drove you right here,

20 feet over the federal line
of jurisdiction.

Makeup girls.
You should have used

more concealer-- maybe
we wouldn't have found you.

Comedy really isn't your thing.

(tires screech)

Why is he still alive?

Hello, boss.

COOPER:
Why is he still alive?

Someone fill me in now.
Gladly.

But I think it's best
we let our Houdinis explain

how they pulled off
their sleight-of-hand.

For starters,
only the first three rounds

in Gleason's gun were real.

The rest were blanks,
made by Happy.

She simply removed
the lead bullet from the shell,

leaving only powder
in the cartridge.

All the bang
with none of the death.

Then all I had to do

was excuse myself from
the conference room...

I'm gonna find a bathroom--
I think I'm gonna be sick.

...sneak to the kitchen...

a little corn syrup, food
coloring-- instant bloodbath

for under Gleason's shirt.

And I've beaten
Muay Thai masters in Bangkok,

so making that fight go
exactly the way I wanted

was a walk in the park.

I disarmed the guard
so the gun with blanks

(silenced gunshots)
was the only one in play.

Made him think
he'd shot me in the stomach

after I directed the fisticuffs

to right in front
of the incinerator chute.

First Tenet
of Behavioral Decision Making--

when faced
with a rapid-panic scenario,

the most convenient option
is always taken.

I knew if you had
to dispose of the body

you'd shove it
in the first barrel, closet

or trash chute that you saw.

HAPPY: And going down
the incinerator chute

doesn't necessarily mean
you end up in the incinerator.

Okay, I flip the switch
and then we hustle. Ready?

Go!

(grunting)

GLEASON:
Whoa... oh!

(groans) You couldn't
have found anything softer

to break my fall?

Since murder isn't covered
under diplomatic immunity,

you're out of luck, Ambassador,

because I've captured it all
right here on tape.

Digital.
Shut up.

But he isn't
really dead.

No body, no homicide.

Oh, there's physical
evidence down there,

enough to make a case.

You cut off
your finger?

HAPPY:
MI6 is

so badass.
MADAKY: Fine.

My army of lawyers will
get me out of here,

and I'll pay mercenaries
to come into this country

and track each of you down.

Oh, not unless
making license plates

pays a lot more
than I think it does.

When we switched out
your laptop for the bomb--

which was no more than
a homemade stun grenade

on a timer meant to take out
one of your guards--

I hacked into all
your encrypted bank accounts.

According to my calculations,

we should have detonation

in approximately five,
four, three,

two, one.

Your cupboards
are bare now, Madaky.

But the good news is, all
your money has been donated

to refugee charities
of war-torn nations

that you decimated.

So generous of you.

Get this guy out of here.

Who are you people?!

Oh, we're the guys you
picked last in gym class.

What about all these moralistic
debates about killing?

WALTER: Cromwell
was listening

on speaker.

Didn't want her
to catch on,

so... we acted.

TOBY: Figured how
hard could it be

if actors could do it?

What about you,
Gleason?

Why did you go
along with it,

instead of following orders
and taking out Madaky?

I suspect because he discovered that
I was in business with Madaky.

It was when you hacked
into his computer to open

the security door, wasn't it?

This is bad. Gleason,

you need to see this.

CROMWELL: What? What is it?
What did he find?

Is this for real?
WALTER: I'm afraid so.

HAPPY:
Not good.

CROMWELL:
I asked you

a question, Gleason.

What's the problem?

I can't unlock the door.

What do you mean
you can't unlock the door?

Cromwell is in bed with Madaky,
but with the minds in this room,

we can take her down
and get Madaky, too.

You just need to decide

whether you
can trust us

within the next two seconds.

CROMWELL:
Gleason, can you hear me?

Why can't you unlock the door?

One second.

Madaky's door lock
is air-gapped,

but there is a stand-alone
keypad that connects

to the interior of the door

via Ethernet cable.

You punch a password
directly into it

to open the door.

Yeah, he's telling the truth.

What happened, Chief?

All those years doing
African aid work,

you decide to finally get yours,
team up with Madaky

and then take him out
so you don't have to share the profits?

Well, you figured it out, and
you're not even a genius.

I'd hoped to avoid all of this,

but you lot are too smart
for your own good.

So now Deputy Director Cooper
will pay the price.

Come on, Deputy Director,
you're my passport to freedom.

I will shoot.
Shoulder lock,

jaw tension, shooter's
measured breathing--

she's not bluffing.
COOPER: Come on, Cromwell,

shoot me!
Uh, neither is Cooper.

You...

(gasps)

COOPER:
Don't worry.

She's empty.
TOBY: I can't wait to hear

this explanation.
When she went to get the car,

I unloaded her gun.

When did you know she was dirty?

I know my team.
There's no way

you're going along
with an assassination plot.

It had to be theater
for someone's benefit.

Madaky's gonna

count the minutes until
he can testify against you.

Wow. Not that
his testimony

is necessary.

What's in his laptop should
put you in that Dutch cell

you threatened to put
these boffins in.

And I can't wait
for that to happen.

You're a disgrace to MI6
and all it stands for.

CABE:
Let's go.

(sirens wailing in distance)

WALTER: You better get going,
too, Gleason.

Police and fire trucks arriving.

It's pretty high-profile stuff
for a secret agent

who's supposed to be dead...

Gleason?

He's so badass.

NEWSWOMAN: It's all in connection
with Ambassador Madaky,

who has been charged
with the murder

of an MI6 agent inside the
UN General Assembly building.

(TV clicks off)

Hey-hey, Ray!
Hey, Wally!

You guys are on the TV.

Well, kind of.
They didn't mention you.

They rarely do.

Went all the way to New York
and didn't even catch a show.

WALTER: Yeah, well,
maybe next time.

Are you going somewhere?

To see Megan.

(groans) Shirt stinks of methane.
(chuckles)

Thank God. Thought Cabe
got into the jerky again.

(chuckles)

It's just, we jumped
through so many hoops today,

you know, performing
for Cromwell...

faking a death,
risking our lives--

all to avoid killing
an evil man.

Greater Good says

it should be an easy call,
and so why... isn't it?

Because... you're becoming
more and more human,

and... humans shouldn't
treat death casually.

Death is difficult.

Right, Walter?

Hmm.

I'm tired.
It's been a long day.

Um, can you give me a lift
to see Megan?

Oh, sure.

What's going on?

Why is she
not intubated?

I left you here
to take care of her.

I am taking care of her.

I'm giving her what she wants.

It's not your call.

My court order

supersedes anything
that anyone wants.

Not anymore.

We didn't have time
to get rings.

♪ ♪

Y-You got married?

Ray's a licensed minister

with the Immaculate
Church of the Internet.

Your court order

gave you control
over Megan's medical decisions

because she didn't have
a spouse or offspring.

Well, I am her spouse now.

And if she doesn't want
to be intubated,

then she doesn't have to be.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Thank you for the car.

Came in handy today.

But you've always
been there for me,

haven't you?

Ever since we were little.

I can't fail you
when it's my turn.

Walter, doing what she wants
isn't failing her.

You're right.
If intubation causes her pain,

then, uh...

it's over-- no more.

But Megan is... strong,

and I know that she'll hold on
until my research is done,

so...

I know I can preserve her life.

So I won't stop trying.

Good.

I don't want you to,
because I love her.

I know you do.

♪ ♪

Walter, where
are you doing?

To save her life.

I don't treat death casually.

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