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You were picked
for a reason, Happy.

You're supposed to be
our reckless driver.

I'm driving as recklessly
as I can.

Guys, a little help.

- Alley on the left!
- Got it!

Turn right on Sepulveda!

The point of this will be lost
if we don't survive the trip.

I called in a favor with LAPD.

They're giving you
a pass-through at LAX.

We're Gallo's crew.

Customs, over there.

Just in time!

How necessary is the sign?
They're your parents.

They haven't seen me
in 15 years.

They've seen photos.

There's an endorphin release
you get from seeing

your name on a sign
at the airport.

It's an indication
of forethought.

That's what Toby says,
at least.

There they are.

Walter!

You've grown up so handsome.

Okay. Hello, Mother.

Uh, this is Paige and Happy,
friends and colleagues.

This is Louise

and Sean O'Brien.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

You, too.

We don't have any luggage
but these.

Uh, car's out front.

It's fine.
I'll drive.

Sylvester.

Hey.

I'm just tidying
for your folks.

They're gonna be here soon.

Are they here yet?

No, they're on their way.

Walter just picked them up
from the airport.

Mm.

Uh-oh.

He's gonna be fine.

Megan's lung volumes
are, uh, decent.

Functional capacity is up
to about 400 milliliters.

Uh, all the likely
pathogens are, uh,

showing sensitivity
to the antibiotics.

And, uh, oh,
there is something

that I've been
working on for her.

I'm sure we'll get an earful
of information from the doctors.

Hey, Walter.
These must be your parents.

Yeah, they're my parents.

Regarding Megan's care,

there is an experiment
that I've been doing,

and I have had some
success with it.

This elevator's being used
for a quarantine patient.

It's a routine
transport.

East elevator's free.

Okay, yeah, sure.

Over to two!
So, um...

Did that look
routine to you?

I don't know.

So, even though her-her
body is failing,

I'm trying to
figure out a way

to transfer her mind
to digital storage.

I'm actually running
tests in the garage...

We came for Megan,
not science fiction.

It's not
science fiction.

I'm trying to save her.

And if electrical
impulses in a computer

can mimic impulses from-from
synapse to receptor,

then we have great chance...
No, Walter.

If Megan's being called home,
it's God's will.

There is room for my will, too.

- I don't want to hear it.
- Hi, good to meet you.

My name's Sylvester.
I'm your son-in-law.

Yes. Right.

Megan's this way.

That went well.

I'm gonna keep
an eye on Walter.

It might be a good time
to grab coffee, yeah?

Could I have a refill,
please? Black.

Thanks for coming, guys.

Hey, guys.

Oh, save your energy, love.
I'm right here.

Hi, Dad.

Hello, girl.

Mm, Sylvester's.

Do you have children, Sylvester?

Oh, uh, no... Louise.

It's all mine.

Well, I should
get back to work.

No, Walter.

Not at the dinner table.

I don't understand
what that means.

She's saying

it isn't the dinner
table in Cork

where you dashed off
the minute you ate

to finish your
science project.

Okay.

Dr. Kyle with
the infectious disease unit,

report ICU 3. Dr. Kyle,

infectious disease unit,
report ICU 3.

You see that?

Got this weird vibe the minute
I walked in the hospital.

Something's up.

You're not listening.

Attention, a temporary lockdown

of the hospital
has been instituted.

Please remain calm.

Do not leave your areas.

There is a quarantine in effect.

Airplane pilot tone.

That means
we're losing altitude.

Whoever made
that announcement is terrified.

Help! It's David!

He's sick and there's
something all over him!

I don't know
what happened!

I need a doctor!

Am I seriously
the only doctor in the house?

He's in here.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Don't touch him!

Gloves.

What the hell?

Look at this.

I've studied virulent fungi.

That could be
a Stachybotrys fungus.

Something is going down
in this hospital.

Oh, man.

We're in the middle
of an outbreak.

♪ Scorpion 2x10 ♪
Arrivals and Departures
Original Air Date on November 23, 2015

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The hospital is instituting

a lockdown procedure.
No one may enter or leave

without express consent
from hospital officials.

Please stay in place.

More information
will be provided shortly.

I repeat, stay in place.

Sir! You need to return
to your sister's room!

I don't have time
for this.

I need to get back
to Megan's research.

I'm so close with it.

Not sure you have a choice.

We escaped
a burning building

with a flashlight
and a solar panel.

There is always a choice.

I am guessing this is not
about research, Walter,

because right here
is where you need to be,

and you are running away from
everything in Megan's room--

your parents, her health...

I am not running
away from her,

I'm trying to save her.
Excuse me.

What are we
looking at, Doc?

Well, if that's an outbreak
of Stachybotrys,

these things usually follow
a pattern-- it's a mild rash,

then cough, then full blown
respiratory failure.

And given the bruising
under his fingernails,

the liver's
affected, too.

His level of exposure,
it's two hours until death.

What about
our level of exposure?

Just steer clear
of the mold on the walls.

Which has already spread
out of the kitchen.

You keep an eye on him.
Let me know if anything changes.

Uh, a little help in here!

Hello?!

Okay, this will help us track
the fungi's progression.

Right now, it's here;
left unchecked,

it'll cross this line
in an hour, this line in two.

Okay, and if it
reaches this last line?

The issue is amounts.

What we see on the wall

is already emitting
spores into the air,

so we're all breathing in
small amounts of fungus.

This is okay,

because our immune systems
can handle small amounts.

But the more fungus that's
present, the more we breathe in.

And then we're all dead.

You know what, everybody,
opposite side of the room,

away from the gunk
on the wall.

And what is the gunk
on the wall?

Uh, something we hope to keep
you far away from, ASAP.

Good, because my contractions
are more frequent.

Really?
Yeah.

Oh, boy.

Uh, you! Excuse me! Stop!

Infectious disease?
That's just who I need.

I'm a doctor.

We got a guy in here with
systemic Stachybotrys.

We have a similar patient
in the infectious disease ward.

Is your guy responsive?

Kinda.
Stable vital signs?

Far as I can tell.

All right, then he's better off
than my guy upstairs,

and the ward is nearly
overrun with fungus.

As soon as it's under control,
we'll send help.

All is well.

Okay, lay it
all out, Doc.

Uh, if an adult goes down from
high exposure, it's two hours.

But that baby will have
zero immune system.

If it's born into this, right
now, won't last a half hour.

Hey, Walt. It's me.
We got a situation.

Name of the infectious disease
specialist that you talked to?

It was Castillo.

Okay, Happy, get me the
extension for Dr. Castillo now.

Okay, I'm on it.

Okay, this is commandeered
until we're out of here.

Okay, I can't hack like Sly,
but I should have it shortly.

Getting into the general server
would take hours,

but I got in through
the security cameras

in Castillo's ward.

Zooming in on her phone.

Okay, extension is 2-7-3-6.

Dr. Castillo, please pick up.

This is Walter O'Brien.

Who is this?

I run a team of geniuses

that happen to be
in this hospital right now.

Good for you.
Yeah, well...

She hung up on me, didn't she?

Uh, she did.
We can still assist.

Have Toby learn
everything that he can

about the patient in the
kitchen-- I'm sure that we can

find a way to get me
out of here faster.

Is that the goal?

Oh, Walter should be back soon.

He's, uh, trying to assist.

This is a big guess,
but he's got a fever

in the 103 region,
and the breathing,

it's staccato,
it's shallower than before,

indicating a decline.

Happy.

His wallet.

Did he have blood
on his pants before?

I didn't look that close.

Scissors?

Kitchen's have moisture
and protein.

It's a perfect place
to grow a fungus.

And if he's serving food,

he could spread it
all over the hospital.

This could be patient zero--
Typhoid Larry.

Dirty boots, dirty cut.

Uh, a receipt
for the public parking lot

at Angeles National Forest.

He's a hiker. I have an idea.

And I hope I'm wrong.

Uh...

What? What is it?

Gold.

I'm betting our cafeteria
worker was illegally

prospecting for gold
in Angeles National Forest.

We're not dealing with
Stachybotrys fungus.

This guy cut his leg
and became a host for something

much more dangerous:
Meliola anfracta.

Why is it more dangerous?

That's an ancient fungus--
they pull it out of

artifacts from about
60,000 years ago.

That doesn't answer
my question.

And this numbskull could've
unearthed it while digging.

Gold is a natural
fungicide,

but once it's removed
from the soil...

Why the hell
is it more dangerous?

Okay, ancient Meliola
is much stronger

and more resilient than
what we see nowadays.

So it would react
very dangerously

to a modern fungicide.

Uh, then we have
a serious problem,

because they're spraying
the infectious disease ward

with a fungicide right now.

Patching Castillo in.

Doctor, that is not
a Stachybotrys fungus,

it is Meliola.

How are you getting
on this P.A.?

This is a fungus unlike anything
that you've seen before.

It is far more resilient,

and the fungicide
will not kill it.

Call security.

Exactly where are you, sir?

The Meliola will view the
fungicide as a hostile attack.

It will turn its energy
to reproduction.

That means sending a huge
quantity of spores airborne

and spreading much faster.

Walt, they're filling the room
with toxic Meliola!

Okay, Castillo,
cover the HVAC return.

You need to do it now.

Do it!

Cover the return!

The entire
infectious disease team

of this hospital
is incapacitated.

We need to seal
the ward door

before it leaks out
onto the ward hall.

Uh, Happy, can you guys
get up here?

I'm gonna need a hand.

Uh, it would take an hour.

They double dead-bolted
the fire doors,

and I don't have
my pick tools.

The fire door locks up here
are electronic.

Can you pop them open from
the computer and get me through

to the infectious disease ward?

I'll do my damndest.

Okay, Sylvester, can you
get Cabe up to speed?

Get him to send
CDC reinforcements.

Okay, Paige,
come with me.

Good work, Happy.

Oh, God.

Toxin's nearly at the door.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna
raid the supply closet,

try to put together
a makeshift plaster of Paris.

I need you to go
to Dermatology down the hall.

There are these
little, uh, canisters

that look like
fire extinguishers.

Bring me one, okay?
Hurry, hurry!

Here, use this.

No, Dad, the doctors on those
pages are trapped unconscious

inside this room.

They can't help me
keep the toxins inside, okay?

Stubborn son of a bitch.

Use it like
a trowel, okay?

Like laying bricks.

Okay, okay, okay.

The only problem is
it's not airtight

till it dries--
it'll be an hour.

I got it.

Not... if you have
liquid nitrogen.

All right.

Solid as a rock.

Uh, Happy?

We have an HVAC return, too,

and the mold's
growing towards it.

Okay, that will spread
it everywhere.

I'm guessing that the return
goes into a central system.

We can seal this one,
but not every return

in the hospital.

Can the vents be closed
automatically?

No.

And we can't seal
them all manually.

There must be hundreds
of them in the hospital.

Okay, you need to shut down

the main circulation fan
in the basement.

Okay, can you get me there?

- I can try.
- Okay.

You need to get back to Megan.

So you're giving orders now?

She needs you. I have this.

Okay, now gather
any aluminum I.V. stands

that are not attached
to patients.

Make sure that they're aluminum.

Okay.

Our gold miner is declining,
and I think the preggo lady

is getting
closer to bursting.

That baby doesn't
survive in here.

I didn't need
the reminder.

Okay, Walt, you've got
open doors to the basement.

Police. Word's out.

They're gonna seal
off the building.

Walter, Toby, you there?

Cabe, did you connect
to the CDC?

They're flying in from Atlanta,

but it's four hours
until they get here.

We don't have four hours.

The entire
hospital has been quarantined.

No one is allowed
to enter the building,

and anyone trying to leave
will be immediately contained.

Hospital officials have
yet to release a statement...

She's getting worse.
Walter should be here.

He will be.

Until then, she has us,
and she knows we're here.

Right.

Her family?
Sean.

No. I want to know

who this fella is.

We find out from a call
that our little girl's

gotten hitched to someone
who plays with toys.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Sylvester.

What kind of man are you?

The kind of man that's been
caring for your daughter.

The kind that hasn't left
her side in three weeks.

The kind that loves her.

So you will just
have to accept that.

My whoopee cushion of doom
will blast you to atoms.

Okay.

That's a big fan.

Yeah, it's the circulation
system for the hospital.

Now, if we can stop it,
we can prevent the spread

of the fungus.
We can't hack the controls?

Not online. Surveillance shows

fungus covering
the control room,

but we can use these poles.

That fan will chew them up
and shoot them back at us.

That's why we're gonna
use the MRI machine.

Its magnet's not strong enough
to stop the blades,

but we can slow it down to where
we can wedge those poles in

so it won't spin anymore.

Okay, Radiology is 20 feet away

on the other side
of the north wall.

Those machines have
their own Wi-Fi signal

and are heavily encrypted.

That kind of fancy finger-work
is beyond my ability.

I need help.

I'm in.
Reprogramming the MRI now

to reverse
the magnet's polarity.

Walter, you need to finish
and get back up here quickly.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Okay, let's get started.

Uh, Walt, what's the engine size
on that fan?

200 horsepower.

1500m series.

Okay, it sounds stronger.

Factory must have
mislabeled that thing.

What does it matter?

Okay, if the horsepower
is higher,

you may not be able
to keep the fans jammed up

with the number of poles
you've got.

Well, that's a risk
we're gonna have to take.

Sylvester?
I've got control of the magnet.

Take all the metal out of
your pocket-- no metal at all.

Okay, Sly, turn the magnets on.

Okay, it's working.

I don't know for how long.

The MRI is already
overheating.

This isn't exactly
its intended use.

Okay, let's go.

Okay.

Guys, we're losing
the magnet.

The fan is too strong.
It's not working!

No, no, no! No, no.
No, no, no. On the axle.

Any shrapnel will fly out
from center.

Walter, are you there?

Yeah, I'm here.

Megan's awake. She's weak.

She's asking for you.
Hurry, son.

Okay, I need to get to her.
Let's go.

Walter, the pole
compromised the door.

I can't open it.
What?

We're trapped.

Come on. Come on!

I need to get up
to see Megan.

The plan for containment

may have turned unfeasible.

You said we
wouldn't get here

for another two hours.
Did we time travel?

Walter, the toxin's speed
has doubled.

In 60 minutes, it'll hit
the ventilation system

and everyone in the hospital

is gonna be infected.
If we can't contain it,

then finding a cure
is the only option.

But everyone
equipped to find it

is currently unconscious
in a sealed ward

or on a plane
35,000 feet over New Mexico.

Come on.

The MRI is fried.
The door's pinned in place.

Then we'll find something else.
What about that?

Maybe there are
tools inside.

You hear that?

Yeah.

Close it up.
Move it out of the way.

Whoa.

Oh. This is a dumbwaiter.

Now, hospitals used it
to save labor

and reduce exposure
to contamination.

Well, that's ironic.

Irony is a construct.
This is about logistics.

That looks rusted over.
I don't trust that rope.

Whoa!
Whoa, Walter!

Okay, next.

Anyone with medical training
will tell you that standard

operating procedure is to get
a sample of the pathogen,

grow it, and test against
a variety of fungicides

over two to four weeks.

We don't have
two to four hours.

Well, unless an antidote falls
from the sky, we're screwed.

Guys!

That's not what we needed
to fall from the sky.

Okay, quick, we have to
sterilize the area for birth.

Boiling water,
towels, mild soap.

Okay, I'm on it.

Why don't you
have a seat.

Oh, it's gonna
be all right.

Doc!

Get over here now!

You got to tell me
what I'm looking at.

How is that possible?

That's not your hand.
You have tiny hamster hands.

It's Sly's thermos,
so it's Sly's hand.

I think I got it!

I have a what on my hands?

You've been O.D.'ing on
antibacterial

since exiting the womb,

and because of it,
you've developed

a resistant superbug
on your mitts

that counteracted the fungus.

Sly, you need to test
Toby's hypothesis.

I am very close to a full
psychological breakdown.

Sylvester, it might
be our only shot.

What the hell are you doing?

Saving people's lives, I guess.

Okay, you need to locate
a patch of fungus

to test the superbacteria.

Am I just supposed to search
the hospital until I find some?

Yes. I will get you through
the fire door.

Okay, wasn't hard to find.

Wish it had been harder.

Idiots shot these at me
for ten years.

Okay.

I have super powers.

I am Bacteria Man.

Super what?

Superbacteria.

But Sly doesn't have
enough on him

to run around the hospital
laying hands on people.

How good an idea is spreading
a superbacteria in a hospital?

Sylvester is fine,

so we can assume
that it just kills fungus.

Now, we'll get the sample to you
to incubate to scale,

essentially growing
a huge batch of the cure.

How am I gonna do that
when every genius I know

is locked in this hospital?

Not every genius.

Ralph, school's over.

On your feet.

We need your expertise, pal.

Won't the kids think
I'm in trouble?

Trust me,
the girls are gonna dig it.

How do we get Sylvester's
bacteria out of the hospital?

The place is locked down
until the CDC gets here.

Nothing in or out.

The sewage system extends from
the hospital to the street.

But retrieving something
from the sewer

makes me feel ill inside.

Okay, so Megan's floor
has a fire hose

by room 233 that must connect
to a network of standpipes.

Now, if Cabe and Ralph
can create a vacuum

at that extraction point,
then we can turn it into

a pneumatic tube system,
like in a bank.

I've just hacked the
county assessor's blueprints,

and you can access
the other end of the standpipe

from an alleyway on
the south side of the hospital.

There's no exit, so there
shouldn't be a police barricade.

With the suction,
we can retrieve the sample,

grow the cure in the garage
with a high-protein liquid,

and then bring it back
to the hospital

for the CDC to distribute.

I'll get the sample ready.

Off my hand.

I disgust myself.

Would you open this for me?

Sure.
Thank you.

Okay.

Now slowly scrape a sample.

Great.

Wonderful.

Okay.

All right, could you pass me
that tubing?

Thank you.

What'll this be for?

A slingshot--
we need something propulsive

to make sure the sample reaches
the pull of the vacuum.

Slingshots and spitballs.

Maybe your kid stuff
is useful after all.

This baby's getting ready
to roll.

So's my stomach.

Uh, I got Mommy.
You want to handle Daddy?

Okay, dude?

Yeah, yeah. Okay.
You gotta maintain.

Okay, it's just engineering.

Your wife's uterus is exerting
over 60 pounds of force

per square inch right now.

That's comparable to
a refrigerator compressor.

Ten centimeters of dilation?

It's like turning a Cheerio
into a bagel.

Or pulling an orange
out of a wine bottle.

The female body
is a mechanical marvel.

Okay, let's get this show
on the road.

What do you have for suction?

I bought a leaf blower
at a yard sale.

So use the power
from the hospital

to juice the engine
when you reverse it.

Got it. We'll call you
when it's ready.

Okay.

Walter.

Megan is dying
and I'm stuck down here.

She's the only family
that I have.

You have two parents
a few floors above you.

The only way that I could ever

talk to my parents
was through her.

She's the only one that
understands me for what I am.

She is the most important person
that I've ever had in my life.

We're ready!

Bacteria coming your way!

I think it's coming!

Get ready!

Here we go!

You okay, kid?

I got it.

We got the sample.

That really worked?
Of course it did.

It's your son's idea.

Sean!

Sean!
She's having a seizure!

What's wrong with her?

She's... I don't know!

Help her!

Keep hold on those legs.

Got it.

Is that all
the doctor had to say?

Uh, Megan...

had, uh, a seizure.

She's semiconscious,

but she's close...

Walter.

Okay, let's...
let's try to get out of here

again!

Let's... let's try
one more time.

Come on! Come on!

Walter said bacteria require
heat and food to multiply.

Something with sugar,
fat and protein,

like the stuff
found in fish broth.

We got anything like that?

This should do it.

That's perfect.

Ray's strange.

And how.

Sir?

I know time is
precious right now,

but if I could just
have a moment with her.

That's all I ask.

Okay.

Megan, I made something for you.

Last week,
you said you were sad

because you'd never
see the stars again.

Thank you.

It's beautiful.

Megan...

my whole life,
I've been told I was brilliant,

for a million
different reasons...

but falling in love with you

was the smartest thing
I ever did.

I will always love you.

Homeland Security!

I need you to move
this van, now!

I'm sorry, CDC has jurisdiction,

no one's in
or out until they get here.

By then, it's too late!

Now, I've got a cure here
that can save lives.

Fungus was spotted
around an exit door.

This facility has
to stay sealed.

You can't pass.

Walter, they're not
gonna let me in.

You got any bright ideas
on how to deliver this thing?

We have to distribute
from outside,

but how do we do that
in a quarantined building?

Oh.

The standpipe is
the perfect access to it,

but how do we get
the liquid mixture

to all the infected floors?

Boil it.

Use the pipe
to distribute the vapor.

Bad idea?

No, that is brilliant!

Happy?

I think I may have
a way to pull this off.

Okay, Doc, hold down the fort.

I know.
Just relax.

- I'm a Harvard-trained physician.
- What field?

You don't look like
you've done this before.

Psychiatry.

Okay, concept was to heat
the standpipe red hot

using the gas line
from the kitchen.

Yes. Enough heat, and then
when the mixture is poured in,

it will vaporize
and then distribute

throughout the hospital.

Okay, the problem is,

the standpipe and
the gas line...

What's the problem?

I will figure it out.

Okay, I need your apron, please.

Thank you.

Lunch is served.

Shut up.

Happy, be careful.

That kitchen is
ground zero.

You touch the fungus,
you get sick instantly!

Okay, either it works
or it doesn't.

Otherwise,
we're just delaying fate.

That woman is intense.

Don't I know it.

♪ ♪

I really hope this works.

Walter, I can't leave
this room right now.

I know. I know. But I can save
all the people in the hospital,

including you and Mom.

Now, I know that
you've never believed much

in the things that I do,

but I need you to believe now.
Please, Dad.

I need your help.

What do you need me to do?

Attention, everyone, please.

To stop the spread of toxins,
you need to do the following.

On each floor,
in various locations,

are fire hoses.

Get access to the hose
however you can.

Unscrew the hose from the nozzle
and stand back.

Pipe's heating,
but I still can't get to Megan.

You can figure out a way up.

We can get to Megan.

There's nothing
to hold onto except...

except each other.

Okay, so the shaft
is five feet wide.

So we can climb up back-to-back,
legs braced against each other.

And the-the wall pushes back,
exerting an equivalent force.

Now, we have to move
at exactly the same speed,

at exactly the same time,
or we fall three stories.

Okay, so these are our backs.

Press, keep pressing.

Paige, y-you're not pressing.

No, I'm praying.

You're doing great, Anjali,
just great!

Just keep pushing.

You guys pick out
a name for the baby yet?

Aashna!

Oh, that's beautiful.

Baby Aashna.

Looks like our little princess
is crowning.

She'll be here soon.

Okay.

What?

What is it?

The umbilical cord's
wrapped around the neck.

Oh, my God.
I can fix it.

I just need Happy.
She should've been back by now.

Happy?

Dr. Curtis,

we need you now!

Better get the antidote in now

because Happy's down
and I can't help her.

You like gymnastics?

We're gonna use
a somersault technique to get

the umbilical cord
off that baby's neck.

Ow.

Let's hope this works.

Come on!

♪ ♪

♪ Time is moving on... ♪

One more!

Ready?

Okay, one final push.

Come on, baby. Come on! Come on!

♪ Suffering is gone ♪

Step!

♪ I know I let you down... ♪

Hey! Come on!

Hey!

♪ I'm no longer who I was ♪

♪ No longer
who I thought I was... ♪

Come on.

Hurry.

♪ No longer
who I thought I was ♪

♪ I'm no longer who I was... ♪

Baby Aashna.

♪ I'm no longer who I was ♪

♪ No longer
who I thought I was ♪

Look at that.

Megan?

Hey. Hey, Megan.

Hey. I'm here.

I'm here.

Walter.

Uh-huh?

Don't... be afraid...

Don't... be...

afraid t-to...

It's okay, Megan, just...

just take a moment
and gather your strength,

and then tell me...

what it is that you have to say.

♪ Just let it be ♪

♪ You are free. ♪

Oh.

Okay.

Walter.

You have to know
you were there for your sister

when she needed you.

Well, actually I wasn't.

I have months
of research upstairs

that did nothing for her,
so I failed.

Oh, come on, don't you want

to see yourself
in perfect lighting?

Look at
those cheekbones, ooh.

This is the reason
we're fomenting

a generation of narcissists.

Yeah.

Got an extra blanket.

Oh, Walter.

Um...

I don't know
if I'm gonna send this.

But if you're watching,
it means I'm gone.

And this is how I want you
to remember me.

Healthy and happy and...

and someone
who loves you so much.

It's important
that I tell you this

in case my illness
prevents it later.

Don't be afraid
of who you really are.

You're not your brain.

You are your heart.

And there are people in this
world that love you so much.

Walter, don't be afraid to love.

I just want you to be
as happy as I am.

I love you.

Thank you.

Thank you for being my brother.

Maybe we should, uh,
all get some rest?

I'll give you a lift
back to your hotel.

Thanks.

Would you like to come
with us, Sylvester?

You're family.

We'll see you soon, Walter.

Sorry for discounting

your plans for Megan
as science fiction.

You didn't want
to lose her.

Neither did we.

Good night, son.

D-Did I, uh...

did I ever tell you
about the time that, uh,

Megan pulled the fire alarm to
get me out of trouble at school?

No, you never did that.

Well, I-I made her promise
never to say anything.

She always kept her word.

I'd like to hear
that story, pal.

I'll put on
some coffee.

Why don't you sit
over here with us, buddy?

Okay, uh...

So, um...

I kept correcting
Mr. Creevy.

He was always wrong
about math.

And, um, just as...

as the cane
was about to come down,

she... saved me.

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