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Here it is.

Here it is, Ralph.

Super Fun Guy
vs. Dr. Power Pants:

When Khakis Attacki.

It's a little bit beat up,

but it's perfect
for your time capsule.

Thanks, Sylvester.

Don't thank him.

Everyone in 2065
will think we're dorks.

Here we go!

Stick this
in your memory box, buddy.

What's that?
It's me, graduation day.

Wow, elementary school?

High school, valedictorian.

This photo represents excellence
in the field of superiority.

Suck on that, future people!

You were cute.
What happened?

Okay, put this in.

Nuts have held
the world together

since the Industrial Revolution.

And in 100 years,
it will be the only thing

left inside this box
that is worth anything.

Morning, guys.

What do we have... here?

Time capsule project for school.

It's due Friday.

Want to contribute?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Should be called
waste-of-time capsule.

That's clever.

Oh, Mrs. Goldberg.

Give me a kiss. Mwah.

Okay, have a great day.

He has to do all his
assignments, you know.

Not just math and science.

They are teaching children
that there is value

to revisiting the past when it
is the future that is important.

You don't think there's value
in looking back once in a while?

Do you know why sharks are the
most efficient ocean predator?

Because they always
move forward.

Happy, it's perfect.

Titanium steel,
unbreakable glass.

Take it for a spin.

Amazing work--
I love the hearts.

Only thing I hate
more than hearts

is anything frilly or pink.

But for Megan,
I made an exception.

How you holding up, Sly?

I miss her every day.

But it's been six weeks,
so I'm pushing forward.

Hey, hey, Walter?

You know,
I have a lovely picture

of you and Megan for you.

No, thanks.
I know what we both look like.

My pal in evidence
says you're lucky

the city doesn't clean
out their storage.

Oh, perfect!

What the hell is that?

It's liquid glycerin.

Once it hardens,
any air leakage

from the tank would
create a bubble pattern,

showing Ray's partner's
tank was defective

and his death
was not Ray's fault.

But forensics already
tested that tank, Walt.

Twice.

Testing's progressed a great
deal in the last ten years.

Plus I'm smarter than they were.

Is it now when
the psychiatrist says

it's not a good idea to dig
into someone else's tragedy?

Ray blames himself
for his partner's death,

and it's affected
his life negatively.

It's inefficient
to live in the past

and compromise
present productivity.

Is that why,
in a month and a half,

you've barely mentioned Megan?

Barely had any
reaction at all?

I'm out of here.

I need a coffee.

I was, uh, very put-off

by my sister's passing.

You're put-off
by a parking ticket.

You grieve
when your sister dies.

This has nothing to do with me.

This is about Ray.

He has barely left
the camper lately.

And I think it's
because the anniversary

of his partner's death
is coming up soon.

I can help him.

And I'm thrilled
that you're noticing

other people's feelings.

I... I just worry

that you're focusing
on someone else's pain

to avoid your own.

Well, I can't avoid
what isn't there.

Walt, Cooper's here!

She's got a hot one.

Let's go.

Last week, the Department
of the Interior

was infiltrated by
sophisticated ransomware,

which resulted
in a complete system shutdown

we could not undo until we met

the demands
of the unknown hacker.

Why didn't you call us?

Demand was only 20 grand.
Deadline was tight.

Possibility of PR fallout.
We paid it.

Morons.
That's unfair.

Yeah, to morons.

They demanded a small amount
'cause it was a test run.

Would the ransomware work?

Yep, would you fold
like a lawn chair?

Yep.
So there's another ransom?

As of yesterday,
except now they're threatening

to shut down the Federal Reserve

if they don't receive a quarter
billion dollars in bitcoin

within the next 72 hours.

They even sent
their own countdown.

Not good.
Whoever did this doesn't grasp

the implications
of a Federal Reserve shutdown.

If they did, they'd know they'd
be as screwed as the rest of us.

What exactly are
the implications?

The Fed
is where the banks

keep their reserves.

A shutdown would set off
a toxic chain reaction.

Every bank, from conglomerates

to small S and L's
would need to shut down, too.

Then foreign economies
lose confidence

and refuse to lend to us.

That means a huge
devaluation of the dollar.

Driving investors
to other currencies.

U.S. would have no more credit

and be unable
to afford imports.

Which leaves us with a high
demand for and a low supply

of goods like food and gas

and other necessities.

Global panic sets in
within days.

Our economy reverts to one

where food growers
barter for services.

I hate computers.

That's why I need you
to get into the Fed's server

and kill this ransomware.

I'm already in
and it's-it's not happening.

Every time I try and break
the code, it changes.

It's as if it's adapting.

Walter can't get in.

Can I start hoarding
cans of food now, please?

You don't have any other leads?

The NSA picked up

some suspicious
encrypted e-mails,

which they ran through
linguistics software.

There was one match to the
blog posts of Terence Cooley,

an Oceanside University
computer science professor.

Agents discovered
him shot dead

in his apartment
three hours ago.

Tech ran his laptop.

Nothing related
to the ransomware.

But what we do have is
a starting point-- the campus.

And if you look
carefully enough... bingo!

I found a ghosted entry path
to the Fed's server

uploaded from a computer

at the school
student activity center.

How does that help?

The dead prof could've
done the upload.

Checking that possibility now,

and at the time of the upload,

Professor Cooley
was teaching a class.

There is a video online
of the lecture.

So someone who was at the
activities center at the time

uploaded the ransomware
to the Federal Reserve.

According
to the center's register,

the space was reserved that day

by a psych department meeting,

a drama club gathering,

the wrestling team's luncheon

and an assembly
of the Sisters of Pi Upsilon.

Oh, I was in Pi Up.

What? I-I was.

Campus security's offices
are also in the basement,

which means anyone
from any one of those groups

could've uploaded
the ransomware.

I bet Walt and I
could design a DFS

that could sniff out
the device used to send it.

It's a digital
fingerprint scanner.

Each brand
of electronics emits

its own unique
electromagnetic field.

I can tell
from the upload pattern

that a Toshoki-brand device
was used.

Okay, so we build the DFSes.

You give them
to Homeland agents,

who go undercover
on campus.

And they will get a ping

when they get close to someone
with a Toshoki product.

And then we detain
just that person

and then confiscate that device.

And if it's the device
we're looking for,

it'll have the original
ransomware code on it.

Walter will reverse-engineer it
and shut it down.

Solid plan,
except agents won't know

how to handle technical snafus.

Oh, no!

I am not going
back to college!

College was the worst
six months of my life.

I'm in and I'm gonna
do it right this time.

College sucked hard
for 14-year-old Tobias Curtis.

Guys, college is fun.

College is a continued
adolescence factory,

where parents subsidize
years of nonsense,

instead of serious
academic rigor.

Yeah, fun.

All right, look,
we got a ticking clock.

All right?
So suck it up.

We're gonna infiltrate

each one of those
campus groups

and find the device
that uploaded the code,

period.

Let's get ready for school.

Have you ever wrestled?

With my emotions.
Down on all fours.

Nothing good has ever started
with that sentence.

Okay, so this is the
Pi Up spirit song.

♪ Oh, sisters are we ♪

♪ We're loyal to thee ♪

♪ And together
we'll always be Pi Up ♪

♪ With pink, white and gold,
our colors so bold ♪

♪ With all weather,
we'll always be ♪

♪ Pi Up. ♪

Wrestlers wear singlets.

♪ Yeah... ♪

On what, their wrists?!

Happy,
don't fight me on this.

It's what they wear.

I didn't go to college
for this very reason.

Don't forget the sweater.

Oh, I didn't.

What's your first move?

♪ Let me hold you... ♪

With the help of the FBI,

we've arranged for Cabe
to fill a trainee slot

with campus security.

Walter, you're gonna
be a guest instructor

for the drama club, visiting
from Baker Lake University

in Canada.

And, Doc,

you are going to be
applying for a job

as a professor in
the psych department.

The hardest thing will be for me
to not actually get hired.

No, no, no, no way!

Quincy Berkstead?
I won't do this!

Uh-oh.
What's the problem?

Uh, well,
it seems Toby has

to apply for a job
from his old nemesis.

Quincy Berkstead
stole my fiancée!

I can't ask Wimpy
Jerkhead for a job.

What do you care?
You like Happy.

It's a matter of pride.

Then swallow it.
If I got to be a rent-a-cop

and Sylvester's got to get
the crap beat out of him...

What?!

...then you can man up
and get the job done.

Now,

inspection in 15 minutes.

Susie Lee, hopeful rushee
of the Pi Upsilon sorority.

Present.

Drama instructor
Vern Portnoy?

Here.

Walk-on wrestler
Sam Paley?

I'm against this.

Security Officer
Galbreath?

Accounted for.

And Dr. Tobias M. Curtis,
applicant for position

in Professor Quincy Berkstead's
Psychology Department.

So, Paige, what
do you think?

Now I know why you guys had
such a hard time in college.

♪ Scorpion 2x11 ♪
The Old College Try
Original Air Date on December 7, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Lovely.

Wow.

You know,
would it kill Homeland

to get us a nice
hotel room for once?

Okay, everyone grab a scanner.

They're temperamental.
You might get a hit a few feet

from someone or you might have
to be right on top of them.

Software is running.

Now, if we get near
the electromagnetic field

of a Toshoki device,
you will get

a visual and audio response
like this.

And you'll let us know
when we strike oil?

Got it.
Everyone got their comms in?

I got more than my comms.

I got my bucket list.

I'm making college
count this time.

I checked the event calendar.

There's a Hacky-Sack-a-thon
in the quad,

naked fountain run
in a few hours,

and there's a winter dance
at Adelphi Hall.

I saw the astrophysics lab

has an exhibit
on vintage spacesuits.

I'd love to check that out.

Nerd.

Put your plans on
hold because Sly

has to get to the
wrestling fraternity,

Happy has to
go rush Pi Up,

Cabe's meeting his
supervisor in 20 minutes,

Walter's got a
class to teach,

and, Toby, you've got a
job interview coming up.

You heard her.
Let's get to it.

♪ We gonna step up in the booth
like it's the first time... ♪

I'm here.

These are the guys who ruined

the elastic
in my underwear growing up.

Play the part
and go find that device.

Hello.

My name is Sam Paley.

I am a transfer student
looking to

try out for the wrestling team.

My JC coach
should've called you

to let you know
that I'd be coming by.

Yeah, he totally did, bro.

I'm Craig. My house name's Toad.

This is Skid Mark, Muskrat,
Stinky and the Gooch.

Nice to meet you, the Gooch.

Your timing's perfect--
today's team photo day.

You can say cheese
with the rest of us.

Well, thank you for making me
feel so welcome.

Hey, wrestlers for life.

Right, Tyrannosaurus Sex?

That'll be your house name
'cause you're big and sexy.

All right, let's get
this party started.

Yeah, yeah.

This is awesome--
you can get near every member

of the team at once,

and if they have
a phone or device

that matches what we're looking
for, we'll know right away.

Let's get Sam right
in the middle there,

make him feel
real welcome.

Okeydokey, Toad.

Okay, uh, tradition is
we link arms together

in a wrestling lock.
Oh, okay, whatever you say.

And... now!

Aah!

Freshly worn
jocks, bro.

We don't take transfers.

Now beat it.

That sounds bad.

Worse, your scanner
didn't catch a ping.

Well, I think I just
caught hepatitis.

My college experience
has not changed.

Walter, how are things with you?

Your frequency strength's shaky.

So we're getting nothing.

Uh, we're so sorry.

Uh, we'll dig deeper.

Oh, no, you're
confused, I...

We're missing the
scene's meaning?

No, I was talking to myself,
not you guys.

What?

You referred
to us as "guys."

I'm a woman.

It's just a mistake
your generation sometimes makes,

defining with
gender-dominant labels.

I made a mistake?

Walter, these are
drama students.

They are nothing but EQ,

and their PC is
all about sensitivity,

so just be patient with them.

No, I wasn't mistaken.

Webster's Dictionary states

that "guys" may be
used in plural

to refer to members of a group
regardless of sex.

More than two is a group.

Stop debating, get near them,

and let your scanner
do its thing.

Your term choice is
a microaggression.

Well, if it's "micro,"
why is it a problem?

Walter, there's nothing coming
over your scanner.

The device isn't there.

You can stop fighting
with the students and leave.

Okay, time for me to go.

Good, and take
your trigger words with you.

You know what,
uh, as your teacher,

let me leave you
with some guidance.

You're spoiled, coddled
and wasting your time.

Study science, math,
go to vocational school,

or learn a trade,
because statistically you have

less than a .01 chance
of making it as an actor,

and based on what
I've seen today,

it's even less than that.

Okay, have a good day.

♪ Oh, sisters are we,
we're loyal to thee ♪

♪ And together we'll
always be: Pi Up ♪

♪ In pink, white and gold,
our colors so bold ♪

♪ In hot weather we'll
always be: Pi Up. ♪

Pi Up.

Yeah, that was awesome.

So I speak on behalf
of all Pi Ups

when I say you guys would
make great sisters.

But space is limited.

So we're gonna start the rush
speed-date circuit,

where you guys get to know us
and we get to know you.

Now, some of the questions
might be wacky, so look out.

Okay, groups of two,
move about the house,

and meet the sisters
of Pi Upsilon.

Happy, this is your shot.

You can get through most

of the sorority house
within the hour.

Peachy.

Why do you want to go Pi Up?

School spirit, to help
with your great charitable work,

and, of course, sisterhood.

I need a place to live, and this
house has decent craftsmanship.

Happy, no.

If you could have dinner
with any celebrity,

who would it be?

Elon Musk.

Ryan Gosling.

Who's that?

What superpower
do you wish you had?

To talk to animals.

I love pets.

At this very moment--
teleportation.

Okay, I'm-I'm still getting
squat on the software.

Keep it up. I'm gonna
check with Toby.

Hi, um, Susie.

I was wondering,
can I ask you something?

More questions.

Great, what would you like
to know, Mavis?

Okay.

Um... why are you here?

Lots of us are away from home
for the first time.

I am.

And I miss my real sisters.

And I think this place
might be good for me.

And everyone here is
so nice... except you.

You're kind of mean
and sarcastic.

Have you ever gotten homesick?

Wouldn't it be nice to have
a surrogate family?

I've thought about it
from time to time.

Well, you can't truly have one

until you lower
that shield of yours.

That's all.

It's demeaning.

Plus I didn't get
to Hacky my Sack,

and I'm presently missing
the naked fountain run.

Too bad.

Now walk into the interview,
meet with the psych department,

and hopefully we can get a hit
and end this madness.

I want the record to note
that I would never, in reality,

apply for a job
from Quincy Berkstead.

Okay, I'm... noting it
on your file.

Don't patronize me.

Sorry you had to hear that.

I am just having
a stressful day.

You work
in the psych department?

Not really, just helping them
with a study

of how a positive attitude
affects athletic performance.

Oh, man, you're Willie McGinest
from the Patriots.

That's right, and if you
don't mind me saying,

your negativity could use
a little adjustment.

I'm normally not that cranky.

I-I just have a stupid
job interview.

Never gonna get the position
with that mindset.

You know how I got the NFL
record for postseason sacks?

I have to assume,
that expanded playoff schedule.

I mean, a team plays
that many extra games,

statistically speaking,

eventually someone's gonna
break that record.

Anyone.

You were gonna say "positive
attitude," weren't you?

You're never getting that job.

Mr. Curtis,
you can come in now.

Toby.

Wim... Quincy,
where's the board?

Told them not to come.

You applying for this job
is passive-aggressive.

I don't know what point
you're trying to make,

but we're both doctors.

I'm a doctor,
you're a psychologist.

Take it easy.

You must be here for a reason,
taking up my time.

T-Taking your time?

You took my wife.
Fiancée.

Why can't any of you people
get along with anyone else?

Now cut the crap, get close
to him, and scan for the signal.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I-I came here to
humiliate you.

Looks like I'm only
doing that to myself.

And I-I guess
I just...

I never got over
being bested by you,

and it's hard, when you're used
to being right all the time,

to admit you're wrong.

I am sorry
about all this.

I have a small ping.

Get closer.

Oh, come on, let's
do this right.

Toby, we got him.

Stall him, I got to tell Cabe.

So, Griggs, any chance I'm
meeting the rest of the squad

before the afternoon
debriefing?

Excited about the job.

That makes one of us.

How so?

I just always wanted
to be a cop like my dad.

You know, slapping on cuffs,
making collars.

But I got a weak ticker,
so I can't be on the force,

so I work here.

Damn kids put dog turds
on my Segway wheels.

Cabe,
Toby might have our guy.

You've got to get
to the psych building.

I've got to hit the head.

I'll be back in a few.

Go ahead.

There's nothing happening here.

I have to say,
asking for counseling,

especially from me,
is a big first step.

You were always the
better therapist.

If you were really
smarter than me,

I'd be the one
unconscious right now.

Okay, everyone stay in your
persona until Toby confirms

the ransomware is actually
on Quincy's device.

Okay, just hurry up
so I can leave.

I don't like it here.

♪ Every day's a party
and a holiday... ♪

Lots of pretentious apps
on your cell phone, Quincy.

But I still haven't found
what we're looking for. Yet.

Who are you
working with?

The psych department.
Is this about my wife?

You mean my former fiancée?

I swear, I don't know anything
about any ransom software.

I have federal permission
from Homeland

to do whatever is necessary
to get you to talk.

This is sulfuric acid.

Tell us what you know,

or you'll never need
a Halloween costume again.

- I know nothing.
- Easy. Easy, Doc!

It's just water.

You scream like a girl,
by the way.

FYI, his phone's clean.

I just hate him.

Great.

Now we're back to
where we started.

♪ ♪

Why can't you be normal?

Guys, your comms are linked.
We struck out on Quincy.

Dorie, we're
in serious trouble.

So you have to keep it up
a while longer.

Shh!
Professor Cooley is dead.

There's an argument next door.

I think I just heard
someone say "Cooley."

That's the name of the dead
professor, right?

Yes, what-what
are they saying?

Whoa. Whoa, I just got
a big ping here.

Happy, is-is there
a hair dryer in there?

If so, crack the casing and then
take out the heating coil.

Yeah, I know how to make

a listening device
from a hair dryer.

We need to call the cops.

We can't, Alberto,
we'll go to prison.

The news is saying that
Professor Cooley was murdered.

We could be next.

It-it wasn't supposed
to be like this.

We have some money-- we
can just get out of here.

We can't just...

Who the hell are you?

You both need
to come with me now.

Not now, just go
back to the mixer.

Okay, I'm not a college student,
I'm with Homeland.

And you are both clearly
over your heads.

We know about the ransomware,

so just give me the laptop
and do what I tell you.

Look, we don't even
know who you are.

Oh, my God!

The next one is gonna be
24 inches lower,

and it's gonna hurt a lot more.

What the...? Are you okay?

Your professor was murdered
to tie up loose ends.

I bet you're
both next.

So I suggest you come with me
now if you want to survive.

♪ ♪

Okay.

Not good. Follow me.

♪ ♪

Go there.

Get inside.

What-what do we do now?

Okay, for
starters, shut up.

Oh, my God,
is he gonna kill us?

Just let me think.

Okay. Come on. Okay.

Shh.

Hey.

What are you doing?

It all comes down to nuts.

Come on, let's go!

Come on. Come on.

We're not computer students,
but we know how to code.

Really well.

Professor Cooley
saw our skills,

asked if we wanted
to make some quick cash.

Cooley said he had a
friend named Ryder.

They studied programming
together, back in the day.

Ryder wanted to hire someone
to write code for him.

So Ryder was the guy
who was chasing us.

Probably. We never met him.

He just gave instructions
and money to Cooley,

who passed them along to us.

We cranked out the code, Cooley
uploaded it to the quantum.

We figured that was the end of
it until Cooley wound up dead.

Did... did you just
say "quantum"?

It's in the basement of
the comp sci building.

Top secret.
Only Professor Cooley

and maybe two other school
officials knew about it.

Okay, so the anti-code to the
ransomware that I just scripted

cannot be uploaded
to the Fed

if we are going up
against a quantum.

What's a quantum?
Quantum computers are extremely rare.

At any time, maybe three or four
of them exist on the planet

at top government research labs
or universities.

Totally hush-hush.

Unlike standard
binary computers,

quantums transmit data
using precision lasers.

Billions of times faster than
even today's top processors.

That's why the ransomware
kept adapting

when I was trying to hack it.

No human can outthink
a quantum, not even me.

But these lasers are as unstable
as they are fast.

Some last a few days,
at most, a couple weeks.

So Ryder paid to have
the ransomware built,

and his pal Cooley had access
to a supercomputer,

and he could pull it off
without getting caught.

Yeah, Cooper.

Okay.

I'll check it out. Thanks.

Homeland just got another
e-mail from Ryder.

"You now have one hour."

Now that he knows
we're on to him,

he's trying to shorten
the time frame.

Okay, so, Paige, you stay here
with Dorie and Alberto.

We're gonna go to the one place
that we can stop this hack.

Where's that?

The quantum.

Now, if I can upload
my anti-code

directly into the quantum,

then it can run as fast
as the ransomware itself

and unravel it.

Hey, Doc, you
forget someone?

Wh-Why's Professor
Berkstead tied up?

We brought this
guy here for no reason.

Now what are we gonna do with him?
Nothing's done for no reason.

Ooh, stand back, Cabe.

Here comes some dime-store
analysis you don't want to miss.

You want analysis?

You're the reason
Amy left you.

You spent most nights
at card tables.

You missed her birthday
'cause you were at the track.

You blew through
both your savings.

You're an egomaniac
and a narcissist.

And after all these years,

the only person you blame is me.

Keep your mouth shut
about all this.

The quantum computer.

It's like meeting Elvis.

If that's what sent
the ransomware,

let's just smash it
and end this.

No, if we do,
the ransomware

will stay embedded
in the Fed's server.

It'll keep running,

and before we know it,
our economy collapses.

Our only hope is
to slow the quantum down

so that I can upload
my anti-code

to shut down the ransomware.

Now, to do that,
we need to insert a mirror

to reflect back one
of those lasers on itself,

so that we can reduce
the quantum's power

from four qubits to two.

We'll have to drill
through the Plexiglas

while maintaining the vacuum
seal, 'cause if the seal breaks,

the computer collapses
and the ransomware survives.

How do you do that?

You pour butane
over the drill.

It should seal the cracks
between the drill and the glass

and maintain the vacuum.

Easier said than done.

That room is kept
at the only temperature

at which a quantum
computer can function:

negative 100 degrees Celsius.

If your drill gets too hot,
and the temperature increases

by more than .3 degrees,
it'll kill the computer.

I'll wrap it in insulation
I pull from the wall.

Insulation won't work
on your body.

At negative 100 degrees Celsius,
you'll die in seconds.

Uh, speaking of death,
if I drill too fast,

we get a friction spark,

exploding the gases
in the cube, and we die.

Not to mention
if there's too much vibration

or a large sound wave,

then the quantum's lasers
will jostle and explode,

and we die.

You guys have fun.

I'll be up here in
the observation room.

22 minutes until
economic meltdown.

We need to get in there.

How... when it's
100 degrees below zero?

Remember when you called me
a nerd before?

Get ready to apologize.

Doing well.

Heart rates are normal but...

you only have 12 minutes to do
a job that should take 12 hours,

so be very careful,
but hurry the hell up.

Don't so much as
breathe on it.

Adding butane now.

Happy, drill at
that precise angle.

Any variation will
increase friction.

Creating a blast so intense it
would rip off your space suits,

and you'd be dead before
you made it to the door.

Nice steady hand, Happy.

Oh, no high
fives yet, guys.

Lots to do; only six minutes
left to do it.

Okay, Sly, you're up.

O... Kay.

Now, angle the mirror
at precisely 78 degrees,

to reflect the laser
back to the cube

and reduce
the quantum's power.

Uh... uh...

Easy, big fella.

Your adrenaline and
cortisol are spiking.

Just take a breath.

You're doing great.

He is not doing great.

His vitals are all
over the place.

His core temperature
goes up,

it affects the overall temp
in that room even by a fraction,

the quantum fails
and we blow up.

Not to mention if he bounces
that laser around, we blow up.

There's lots of ways to blow up.

It's an earthquake!

Hold it steady, Sly.

If that foil falls, we can't
pick it back up again.

The laser shakes
out of position,

this whole place is a fireball.

Okay, it's not a quake, it's...

I feel like... it's a frequency
at about 41.2 hertz.

It's a damn bass amp.

And it's coming
from above us.

I'm on it!

Two minutes to go, Cabe,
what do you got?

A major problem.

All right, the show's over!
Everybody back to their dorms!

Suck it, old man!

Undercover DEA.

I want to see the contents
of your knapsacks right now.

Let's go! Go!

Take that, ya punks.

Threat cleared.

Go, Sylvester.

Sly, your heart rate
is increasing,

increasing the temp
in that suit,

which is increasing
the temp in the room.

I can't help it, I'm terrified.

Plus I drank a Double Dr. Shaz
before we left the apartment,

and I really have to pee.

One-tenth of a degree,
and we're all toast.

- Time check?
- 70 seconds.

We have to do something
to calm him now.

Sylvester, it's Paige,
listen to me, pal.

Paige, if you're going
to tell me

to imagine a calm, safe place,
now is not the time.

I wouldn't do that.

I want you to imagine
a calm, safe person.

Who made you feel calm
and safe, Sylvester?

Megan.

That's right.

She believed in you, didn't she?

In all of us?

Not the time
to discuss my sister.

You never want to discuss her,
and this is not about you.

Zip it, Walt, it's working.

Think of how proud she would be
of you right now.

Your confidence, your bravery.

The strength she gave you.

Be strong for her.

Know she's with you now.

15 seconds!

The quantum's slowing.

Now we just need to plug in
the drive and upload the code.

Five seconds, Walt.

Eight, seven, six!

Five... four...

three... two...

Ransomware is down.

Federal Reserve is safe!

We did it. We did it, we did it.

Great work, team!

Now you can get out
of that suit and pee, buddy.

Actually, I don't
have to anymore.

Ew.

Paige, I'm sorry
I snapped at you.

That was great work with Sly.

Thanks, but we've got a problem.

You stopped my ransomware.

But I still want my money.

Or your friend dies.

Bring the bitcoin wallet
to the founder's fountain.

You give me the money,
I give you your friend.

Now... where the hell
are those kids?

They hit Happy after they got
back from the shed and got away.

I don't believe you.

You think I'd lie
about some spoiled kids?

If you don't believe me,
search the apartment.

The founder's fountain
in 20 minutes.

You try anything
and she's dead.

How did Ryder
even find Paige?

Ryder must've
asked the professor

for Dorie's laptop,
under the guise

of checking her code,

and then slipped GPS software
into her hard drive.

Who cares
how he found her?

He has her. And even if
we give him the money,

he'd still keep Paige
with him as insurance.

Strategically placing that
ransom drop by the fountain?

That was brilliant.

It's circular, so he has
a good shot at seeing us

come from any angle.
A sneak attack

without knowing
his exact location?

That would be nearly impossible

without threatening
Paige's life.

Exact location, that's it.

But we got to hurry.
Come on!

Your friends better hurry.

One second late, and you
and Professor Cooley

are gonna be spending
a lot of time together.

Hey! Evening, folks!

Whoa, wh-what happened
to your face?

Nothing, just fell
down some stairs.

Oh, okay, well, hey, if you're
heading to the concert,

it got busted up.

Not here for music.

Me and the Mrs. are just taking
a walk around our Alma mater.

Oh, well!

How nice!

You know, I always wonder
which young couples around here

are gonna make it
to the long haul.

Actually, pal,
today's our anniversary,

so if you'd be so kind,
a little privacy would be nice?

Anniversary, that's,
uh, that's fantastic!

Hey, uh, let me get a picture of you--
No, thank you.

I insist!
I'll-I'll e-mail you the shot.

All right,
just bear with me here.

They're at the southwest
side of the fountain.

If you come in on his left,
he'll never see you.

Copy that.

One, two, three, cheese!

Nice job, Griggs.

Slap the cuffs on him.

This is your collar.

This one?
Yeah.

Put my knee right here?

You messed... you messed with
the wrong guys, buddy.

All right, the Federal Reserve
system's still running fine,

so we don't have to worry about
living in a Mad Max sequel.

Albert and Dorrie
will be getting their degree

from a state institution, just
not the kind they planned on.

Well, it looks our time
here at college is up.

Oh, my God, no Hacky Sack,
no naked fountain run,

and I missed the winter dance.

College still sucks.

Well, who cares?

So what, college
wasn't great for us.

I bet those guys

who dumped all those
jock straps on my head--

They did what now?

I bet those guys, in ten years,

won't even be in a fraternity
as good as the one I'm in.

Scorpion House.

Oh, that's sweet, Sylvester.

Yeah, nice speech.

I still wanted to
go to a dance.

Oh, come on, mopey.

I'll give you a lift.

You want to come ride with me?

Sure.

I'll give Sly a ride home.

Great work, Scorpion House!

If you asked me
when I was in college

if I'd be working with people
like Scorpion one day,

I never would've imagined it.

Well, I'd hope you'd
imagine for something better.

Walter, you just made a joke.

More of that in
the future, please.

Oh, noted--
I will work on humor.

Well, if it isn't our
brilliant acting teacher.

So sorry to see you go.

Those who can't, teach.

I'm not sure I agree
with that theory.

Do you mind if I test it?

Thank you.

Oh, dear Juliet.

Why art thou yet so fair?

Shall I believe

that unsubstantial death

is amorous,

and that the lean,
abhorred monster

keeps thee here,

in dark,

to be his paramour?

For fear of that,

I will stay with thee;

And never...

from this palace of din

might depart

again.

I have no idea why you
find this so difficult.

Excuse me.

Walter O'Brien!

Uh-huh.
That was amazing.

The emotion you just
demonstrated back there?

Well, I was acting.
I was faking it.

Then, why not fake
it all the time?

Why do you need
me on the team?

Okay, so I watched
Shakespeare videos

prior to leaving
the garage,

uh, to pass as a drama teacher.
Uh-huh.

But I don't have
enough time, uh,

to study all the scenarios
in my life,

hence, you being here.

You're my Cliff Notes.
No, no.

You just did a scene
about pain and loss,

and it was real.

Pain and loss, oh, my God--

I-I forgot Ray's experiment.

We gotta go!

The worst part about tonight

is Wimpy Jerkhead
was right about me.

I just want to go home.

Wait there.

♪ You are the man... ♪

What are you doing?

I thought you
could check one thing

off your college bucket list.

We're going streaking?

The dance, dummy.

♪ The one and only man ♪

♪ That I need, yeah ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ And I'm so glad
you're mine... ♪

♪ 'Cause every time
I need ya, baby ♪

♪ You're right there,
on time... ♪

What are you doing?

Letting down my shield.

Okay.

♪ Oh, and if I should
ever lose you ♪

♪ I would surely know if ♪

♪ You're... you're ♪

♪ One of a kind ♪

♪ You are the man ♪

♪ You are the man... ♪

♪ Yes, I would ♪

♪ Yes, I would... ♪

Ray... what are you doing?

♪ You are the man... ♪

The alarm went off,

so I opened up
the curtains and...

Why is Tuggle's
oxygen tank in here?

I was running
a slow feed of air through it.

I had a theory that maybe
it was defective,

and your partner's
death wasn't your fault.

Why would you do that?

'Cause I was worried about you.

How long you been
sitting here?

Three minutes.

Maybe 30...

So, what would happen
if it was defective?

Bubble trails would form
in that gelatinous mixture.

Hmm.

No bubbles.

Ray?

Look.

Is that...?

That is what I was
hoping for.

So it isn't my fault Danny died?

Well, science says it's not.

I never thought I'd have
another friend like Danny.

You know, I've, uh,

been hiding out in that Gremlin
for, like, ten years now...

from something, turns out,
I didn't even do.

So I think it's time that I go
and say hi to the world again.

You know what I mean?

Hey, you can't keep
Ray all to yourself.

You're leaving us?

Don't worry about it, brother.

I'm like a cold sore.

You never know
when I'll be back.

Oh, oh...

You know how he feels about you.

You need to go to him.

He's not able
to do it on his own.

I am really gonna miss you, Pam.

Tell the fellas I said, uh...

A-Ray-Vederci!

I was just getting used
to that weirdo.

You hugged him back.

You weren't faking it there.

Huh.

Uh, well, I got to go pick up
Ralph from the sitter.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Oh, and I-I promise to
get the time capsule

out of here by Friday.

Oh, yeah, the time capsule.

I know you think it's
cheap sentimentality,

but I think

it's where you
put things that matter.

I know there are things that
matter to you, Walter O'Brien.

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