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I'm Walter O'Brien.

I run a team of geniuses
who handle worldwide threats

only we can solve.

Sylvester is
a human calculator.

Happy's a mechanical prodigy.

And Toby is our behaviorist.

Agent Cabe Gallo
is our government handler.

And Paige helps translates
the world for us

while we help her understand
her genius son.

Though sometimes
our biggest challenge

is understanding each other.

Together, we are Scorpion.

Come on, Toby.

This is hazelnut creamer.

And that's a table.
And that's a chair.

I'm pretty good
at this game.

You wrote “hazelnut”
in front of creamer again

on the grocery list.

I hate hazelnut.
People like flavored creamers.

“Creamer” is a flavor.

And you could've just written
a different item under it.

You could just relax.

Don't be such a creamer-screamer.
I'm not screaming.

Though I could very easily,
if you don't stop

that nonsense
you've been pulling.

Really?
Yes.

Absolutely.
Okay, okay.

This has got to end.
What does?

You two fighting.

Constantly lately.

It's driving everyone nuts.

He's right.

You two argue like

an old married couple.

He's intentionally
antagonistic.

Actually I'm half antagonistic,
on my mother's side.

But my father--
100% oppositional.

Over the past weeks,
your antics have gone

from petty annoyance
to overtly combative.

Objection. Inflammatory.
Overruled.

Objection. You can't
make that call.

You two are sweet
on each other.

Objection!

Okay, if we're going
to play kangaroo court,

I have to go out of pocket
to sweeten my java

because all we normally
we have here is regular creamer.

That honey is from Kovelsky's.
It's free.

Immaterial.
You know what?

You both suck. Your bickering
is making everyone miserable.

Copy that.

You're being sentenced
to couples therapy.

Awesome.
What? No.

I'm with jerk-face.
Well, too bad.

I manage this ball club

and I've noticed things
escalating for a while,

so I did some research.

Dr. Cecil P. Rizzuto.

Yes, he specializes

in business partners--
I'm getting you in

this morning while
Happy, Cabe and I

prepare for our pitch
to Hudler Motors.

But...
No buts.

You heard the judge.

Thank you.

Good job, Mom.
Fair but stern.

I might not be a genius,

but I can still tell
when you want something.

A permission slip, so I can
go with my college class

on a kayak trip along
the Channel Islands.

Kayaking in the ocean? No.

It's for my
marine biology class.

Is the professor going?
No.

I'm not letting you go
without adult supervision.

Some of the students are 19.

Real adults. Sorry.
And no means no.

Uh, totally agree with your
stance on watercraft danger,

but if Ralph doesn't partake

in the field study,
his grades will suffer.

I can take him
to the tide pools.

He can explore
indigenous sea life.

Bus goes right up the PCH.

Malibu's far and the rocks
by the tide pools

are sharp and slippery.

Well, he'll be with me.

Yeah... no, I don't think so.

Maybe you can roll Ralph

in bubble wrap before he goes.

Mother's only one S
from Smother.

Let the kid be a boy.

We're raising a nation of
pansies, for Pete's sake.

Fine. Okay. You can go.

Sylvester.
Uh-huh?

But he is your responsibility,
so if he gets hurt, cut,

so much as a hair out of place,
you will not like me very much.

Not sure I like you
very much right now.

Good.

We'll take my car.
That heap?

I'm taking my own sled.

Well, two cars
are economically

and environmentally
inefficient,

but still preferable
to riding with you.

God help that therapist.

Okay, the first thing

I want to do in the ocean
is take some samples.

Whoa.
Pull the reins, buddy.

No one's going
into the ocean.

You're hitting the tide pools,
and then that's it.

But we're right here.
Ralph...

the ocean's the world's toilet.

You want to stay out of toilets.

You also want to stay safe,
so here, put these on.

Water wings?

I'm only going in a
quarter-inch-- can't hurt me.

But your mom can hurt me.

Besides, you can
never be too prepared. See--

I'm wearing a state-of-the-art
life vest underneath my shirt.

It's paper-flat but inflates in
seconds when exposed to water.

I got you one. Here.

No.
Why not?

Happy made it for me
with tech similar

to the airbags
she's presenting today.

Why?

Because she loves me.
Like a brother.

I used the same tech
for a life vest I made

for a lunatic I work with.

Just one of the many
applications for this product.

When talking to the heads
of the Hudler Motors,

try not to refer to our
coworkers as lunatics.

Yeah, so in short, we appreciate
Hudler Motors' interest,

and if you decide to go with
a standard engineering firm

for your new airbags...
well, that is stupid.

Food for thought--
instead of, uh, saying that

to the people who might
hire us, how about you stress

“this device
comes with the brainpower

of four geniuses behind it
and no one else can match that”?

- Sounds like we're begging.
- You are.

It's called
getting business.

You're letting them know they're
working with top professionals.

I'd be Zack Morris,
Cabe is Mr. Belding,

Paige is Kelly and
Sylvester's Screech.

Now let's do
What's Happening?

You're Rog,
Happy's Dee...

Why do I feel like you're intentionally
trying to annoy me?

See, that's such
a Rog thing to say.

Hello?

Uh, sorry-- we're looking
for, uh, Dr. Cecil Rizzuto.

Did he move offices?
There's a door sign.

Any English at all?

Okay, we're done here.

See how hard it is
to communicate

when we're not speaking
the same language?

So you're the therapist?

You're learning already,
grasshopper. Grab some couch.

Ms. Dineen told me
about your... issues.

Another language
that speaks volumes

is body language.

What does my body language
tell you about me?

From your
glutteral lean,

it says you have hemorrhoids.

Correct.
That's perfectly natural.

I'm not embarrassed.

But it also shows that
I am open and sharing.

Where'd you get
your degree, Doctor?

I have a BS from Plimpton
Internet University

in, uh, Conflict Resolution,

and I'm working toward an online
Masters in People Studies.

I'm gonna kill Paige.

Dear God, going in there should
be a challenge on Survivor.

Can we get to the beach already?
Yes.

First we need
to sunscreen up.

And then you'll
be ready...

Hold on.

Oh, boy.

A message from the SoCal
Office of Emergency Personnel.

Why do you get it?

I signed up for alerts.
It's prudent to be...

Holy smokes!

A 7.8 quake just struck the
bottom of the San Andreas

at Conejo Pass.

Okay, based on
the underlying bedrock

of the pass, the quake
could either brake right,

dissipating in the desert,
or veer left...

along the fault, which gives the
rest of L.A. 30 seconds until--

I need to reach out
to the others!

Okay, Ralph, we gotta get out
from underneath these trees.

Everyone!
There's an earthquake coming!

It's coming for you!

Okay, in between those two cars.

Let's go.

It's coming.

Get down!

Okay, now that we worked on

your presentation,
let's talk about

your... presentation.

What's wrong with my clothes?

You look like you just
got off a motorcycle.

I did just get off a motorcycle.

“The big one's coming”?

I just got
the same thing.

What is Sly talking about?

Everyone, drop,
cover, hold on.

♪ What would you do ♪

♪ If my heart was... ♪

If you can harmonize
“More Than Words” together,

then you can have
harmony together.

Sing it out.
Pull the laces.

♪ Show you feel... ♪

Get down. Get down!

Walter, I don't want
my last act on earth

to be singing a Capella
with you.

Holy crap.

Well, that was
a minimum 7.5.

I think our session's
over, Walt.

Is everyone all right?

Yeah.

I have to call Ralph.

The line's dead.
It's not working.

Uh, network overload.

Same thing happened on 9/11.

Combination
of infrastructure damage

and millions trying to use the
same system simultaneously.

Okay, I still have
to know if my son is okay.

There's still a chance.
Take out your comms.

On the back, there's a hole.

Reset the comm
by pressing the hole.

What the hell
are we doing?

Connecting to a backup
frequency Sly designed.

The comms run on microwaves.

Uh, the signal
is inconsistent at best,

but better than nothing.

Why'd he want
to do something like that?

Earthquakes, wildfires,
mudslides, flash floods--

Southern California is biblical.

The only thing
that's missing are locusts.

Hence a back-up comm system.

Now, if I could only find
my glasses so I could do mine.

Oh, man.

I can hardly see anything
without these on.

Ralph, can you activate
my comm for me?

Thank you.

Ralph, Sylvester?
Can you hear me?

Mom! It's me.

Are you okay?

Yeah, fine, sweetheart.

I'm just so glad
to hear your voice.

Are you guys okay?
Yes. We both are.

Yeah, we are, too.

Can't say the same
for our city.

I didn't think L.A.
could possibly get worse.

All right, the best plan
is for us all

to get back to the garage
and assess

any damage done
to our equipment.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa.

That's not good.

Look out. Look out.
Look out.

All right, I think
that's the last of it.

We're safe now.

Eastbound ramp at
the 710 and 5 freeway's down.

All emergency personnel.

Reports of multiple building
collapse in Rialto.

Requesting firefighter backup
downtown.

Repeat: several blocks downtown
are in flames.

Oh, this is as bad as it gets.

No, it's going
to get much worse.

Now, the water pipe explosions
occurred after the earthquake,

when there was no shake.

That means they blew up
from pressure build-up.

Which means the water pipes
are pinched off

somewhere further up the line
to cause that build-up.

Don't the water and gas lines

run parallel
to each other in L.A.?

Uh, yes. I've read up

on how it was an engineering
marvel when designed.

It ran utilities
all the way out to Vegas.

Bad news is, the pipes
go through a meter station

under Koreatown--
if the pipes are pinched off...

Then the gas pressure
is building up as we speak.

We're talking about--
A potential megaton blast.

That's more than an A-bomb.

Right under
everyone in Koreatown.

♪ Scorpion 2x16 ♪
Fractured
Original Air Date on February 8, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Walter, we're talking
mucho lives here!

We got to figure out
how to warn people!

Okay, all communications
are down.

Even emergency channels--
so, time?

The comm signal isn't great, but
I think you asked for a timing?

Assuming the gas line
was compromised

right when the quake hit,

and given the PSI of a
large-diameter municipal pipe,

we're looking
at 35 minutes tops!

Yeah, but the gas companies have

automatic shut-off censors,
right?

Their headquarters
are outside Rialto.

We just heard
there's substantial

building collapse
in that area.

If the gas company's fail-safes
are compromised,

then the gas buildup
continues unabated.

And from the Old Faithfuls
we're looking at here,

that's the case.

Walter, you doing this
for dramatic effect,

or are you actually thinking?

Happy, if water's
overflowing a bathtub,

and the tub might crash
through the floor,

now, what do you do first?

Do you empty the tub
or do you shut off the water?

Shut the water,
then empty the tub.

Exactly!

And right now,
the pressure's too high.

It's going to explode
as the gas expands in the pipe.

So long as more gas
is being fed into that pipe,

it's just gonna make
the pipe blow sooner.

Correct.

Now, Sly, you're close
to the Malibu Hills.

There is a fire road
in Murphy Canyon

that I used to hike
with Megan.

Now, there's a cut-off station
for the over-ground portion

of the line,
in case of wildfires.

Now, you need to cut
off that gas feed

while we get to
the meter station

under Koreatown, to vent it
before it detonates.

It's so funny,
that sounded like you said

we're heading
towards the danger.

It won't explode
if we get there in time.

And if we don't, we'll just
be right on top of it!

No, we'll be right next to it!

Come on.

Now, the surface streets
are gonna be flooded

with emergency vehicles,
debris,

collapsed roads--
the most efficient

means of transport

is underground!

What's with the breath analyzer?

Operates on the same
tech as gas detectors.

Small tweak and we'll know
if we're heading toward danger.

Oh, I already know that
we're heading towards danger.

Everyone set your watches
for a 34-minute countdown.

Happy, you need to try
to meet up with us.

I might need your help
with the pipe system mechanics.

Heading to the car now.

We'll be there
as soon as we can.

- Help!
- Help!

Get us
out of here!

- Help!
- Oh, man.

Uh, scratch that, Walt.

We're not gonna get
there any time soon.

The water is electrified!

We're trapped!

It's all right,
just stay there! Stay calm!

We can get you
out of there!

We can get them
out of there, right?

If we can, we better do it fast.

There's no way
to stop that busted main

without the water company's
help.

And there's no way
to contact them.

And once that
electrified water

gets high enough to touch
the bottom of the van...

A giant bathtub
and the van's the toaster.

Bingo.

Rubber tires are the only thing
keeping them alive.

That's the solution-- tires!

Uh, 22, 22 feet.

18 degrees.

Right here!
What are you doing?

Geometry.
Okay, guys grab a bunch of tires

from the garage
and stack them on this X!

Hurry!

We have no way to get to the gas
cutoff and the clock is ticking.

What about that?

The lifeguard ran off
to help somebody.

I don't know
when he's gonna be back.

Keys are in the ignition.

That's stealing.

Besides, I can barely drive
when I have sight.

I won't be able to see
where I'm going!

No, but I will.

Turn left, hard!

Everything's blurry!

Straighten!

I want to slow down.

These are dangerous
canyon roads!

We have to go
27 miles uphill.

We can't go
slower than 50

if we're gonna
get this done in time!

Go faster!

I told your mother
I'd keep you safe!

What was that?!

What are you doing
that's unsafe?

I'm removing my comms, Mom.

Sylvester can't see,

so we can't have
distractions when driving.

What?!

Ralph?

Sylvester?!

I'd take my comms out,
too, if I we're you.

She sounded mad.

Oh, God, I am a dead man.

Hey, I should really
hold that flashlight.

Steady surgeon hands.

You are a psychiatrist.

General Surgery rotation,
Mass General.

Neurosurgery sub-internship,
Harvard.

Here.

Solenopsis Invicta.

What?

Brazilian fire ants
that invaded SoCal

decades ago in a
shipment of plums.

Cracked water pipes must've
flooded their nests,

so they formed a living raft
to protect the colony.

Well, I hope that's not a
problem, 'cause the pipes

go down to a sublevel--
now, how much do you want

to bet that that's the hatch
that we need to get to

under those thousands of ants?

$1,800?

I'm a gambling addict.

But you'd never live to pay me,
'cause their bites carry

a 25% chance of vomiting,
disorientation

or anaphylactic shock.

A thousand bites jacks up
those odds tremendously.

Okay, uh,
so what do we do now?

Are you kidding me?

Two geniuses getting
bested by insects.

You've got a pocket
full of honey, Doc.

If I can figure it out,
so can you.

He's right!

Kovelsky's to the rescue.

The water's getting higher
and that out-of-control wire

is gonna end up
hitting the van!

Uh, a few more minutes!
We're on top of this!

We're trained professionals!

How you doing
with the tires?

It's getting pretty tall.

We're gonna need to get
the ladders from the garage.

Hey, hey! Hey, man!
I'm right here!

Better slow down.

Right here!

What's that blurry thing
up ahead?

Hey, hey, hey...

Someone's in trouble.

Slow down!
Hey, hey...

Help me, please!

We were sightseeing
when the quake hit!

She's stuck in there!

If a bad aftershock hits
next to this cliff,

she could be buried alive.

We need to get her out.

It's pressing against my leg!

I have an idea,
but we have to be fast

or we'll never make it
to the gas line in time.

You're gonna listen to a kid?

Well, he's not a regular kid.

Come on, you stupid bugs.

For the record, if not
for my desire for plain creamer,

you wouldn't have had
honey in your pocket

and we wouldn't
have solved this, so...

Are you seriously
taking credit for this?

Just open the hatch.

Though I doubt your ego's
gonna fit through the opening.

Excuse me?

Hmm?

Okay, now that we've got
our skewer in place,

we just need to finish
this "tire-kebab."

Uh-oh!

We got oil dripping

into the electrified water!

Oil? Happy, if enough oil
collects, it will catch fire,

and those people
will choke out from smoke.

Or blow up if the flames
reach the fuel tank.

Rate it's pouring out, I'd say
we've got about a minute

before the van's
engulfed in fumes or fire.

We can't leave them on there
and we can't get them off there.

How the hell are we
gonna save these people?

All right,
everybody to the back!

Get away from the engine!

Huddle up near
the rear windows.

Happy, did you hear
what Cabe just said?

Hell, can you even hear me?

Barely-- the comms
aren't working great.

Do you have an idea?
He said "huddle up."

Just like the ants huddled up
on the water as the levels rose.

You need to raise the water level.
Yes.

Once the water reaches where
the oil leak is coming from,

it will suffocate
potential flames,

because you can't have
fire without oxyken,

and there is
no oxygen underwater!

You just stole my idea.
I finished your thought

in an easy-to-follow way.
What is wrong with you today?

Hold on, once the water reaches

the wheel rim,

won't the whole van
be electrified?

As long as they don't touch
anything metal, they're safe.

But if we kill the fire
risk by trapping them

in an electrified box,
how does that help?

One crisis at a time.

Doc, we're going
with your idea.

See?
My idea.

And how do we raise
the water level?

It's not like we can make
a busted pipe flow faster.

Like my grandad used to say,
"You you can't raise the river,

lower the boat."

Oh, here we go.

All right, back away

and don't touch
anything metal!

The van's going into the water--
it's working!

All right...

we gotta get
the rest of those tires.

God, still nothing
from 911!

Rescue crews are inundated
with high-priority targets.

Even if you could get
through, a low-volume rescue

couldn't be prioritized.

A little to the left for
the best mechanical advantage.

Are you sure he knows
what he's doing?

Absolutely.
He's first in his class.

Where-- elementary school?

Actually, Caltech...
and elementary school.

Okay, Ralph,
we're ready.

I'm gonna start pushing
up on the dash, okay?

That's normal pain associated

with the release of pressure.

I can't.

Get out of there.

Her pants are caught on metal.

I know what to do.

Ralph, get out of there!

I need to cut her pants.

This jack is meant to nestle
on a steel car frame!

Not underneath
a plastic dash

with a thousand-pound pine
on top!

I'll be fast.

Ralph, the jack is
beginning to give out!

Hurry!

She's clear!

Ah!

Ralph, it's starting to buckle!

Hurry!

Ralph!

Present.

Oh...

Thank you.

I can tell by your stance

that your leg is bruised,
but not broken.

Your husband can
take you down to PCH

and help you flag a ride.

Okay.

Take care of yourselves.

Sylvester...

we have a lot of time
to make up.

But how are we
going to do that

with a huge tree
blocking the way?

Okay, Toby, angle the light
higher up ahead.

Aw, it's too bad
I have the light now...

No, no.
I see something.

Oh, come on!

Part of the ceiling
collapsed.

Rays of light are getting
through to the other side.

Rest of the tunnel's
still intact.

Okay.

So... we just push our way past.

No, Toby. Toby, stop.

That rubble
is holding up

the rest of
a seismically induced cave-in.

You move the wrong rock,

and rest of the ceiling
could collapse on us.

Okay, so what's your plan?

Calculating
approximate weight

and density of the rocks,

based on the size
and the position

in relation to
the pieces around it, so...

If we can avoid
the load-bearing stones,

then we can bring down
half of the wall

without being buried alive.

So let's start with

that... that rock,

right in front of you.

Where the light is. Yep.

See?

Man, you love being right,
don't you?

Okay, the, uh,
the-the brown one.

I'm sorry.

Huh?

For whatever I did
that made you so mad at me.

I mean, I know
I have relationship problems.

I barely speak to my parents;

I can't date a woman
for more than a few months.

But I-I... I do try to be
a cognizant friend

to you,
to Happy, Sly...

'cause we're supposed

to understand each other.

Okay.

That flat rock,
right in front of you.

Yeah, sure thing.

But if I'm making you

so upset to where

you're arguing
with me about minutia,

and I don't even know
what I'm doing wrong,

then I'm not making
as much progress

as what I thought.

It's disheartening.

Should squeeze through.

Come on.

Think we should
try and run there?

We both know that's not logical.

You did the calculations.

We'll make it over.
You're never wrong.

I'm not scared
about my math being wrong,

just my aim.
I can't see very well,

and if I'm off by even an inch

when we hit that ramp...
I know.

That's why I'm standing
on the driver's side.

Oh, boy.

I'm scared, too.

Mom always says
I'm an indoor cat,

and sometimes that bothers me.

It ever bother you?

Yeah.

And my dad said a lot worse.

All right, Ralph.

Let's be outdoor cats.

Okay. But first...

help me put these
water wings on my feet.

Okay.

Hands at ten and two.
Check.

Seat belt on.
Check.

Eyes focused on the ramp.
Check.

Don't tell your mother.
Check.

No! No!

Thought that worked
on water contact.

I sweat when nervous.

Okay, that's the last of 'em!

Aftershock!

Cabe, grab the tires;
we'll grab the ladder!

Help us! Please, help us!

You okay?

Yeah... my knee.

I twisted it.

You?
Ah...

I rolled my right ankle.

Get us out of here!

Aftershock must've
set the van on fire.

We need to get
this thing together

or those people will
die in minutes.

Uh, question.

We've got
seven minutes

until that gas line goes up.

How we gonna make it

when we can
barely walk?

♪ ♪

There it is!

Guys...

we can't get
to the shut-off valve.

It's locked.

Sly, you have to get in!

The gas line's hot,

which means the pressure
is building up.

If we don't cut off
the gas supply,

the whole line will blow

before we even get
under Koreatown.

And we're down here with it.

The lock won't break.

I know.

I'm drenched in sweat

and there's
not even a dent.

Hold on.

Remember the last time
I was sweating?

Run to the car
and get your life vest

and a bottle of water.

We're not gonna
make it at this pace.

Yeah, I already did
that math. Okay, hold up.

You know,
your left leg's bad

and my right
hoof's busted?

If we
tie 'em together,

then we take a little
pressure off each.

Literally
joined at the hip.

Eh, more like
the thigh and the calf.

Right.

Okay.

I'm very uncomfortable.

You and me both.
Let's go.

Okay. Left... right, left...

But your left
is my right.

It's not hard.

Look...
Okay, no, it's no good.

This is not gonna work.
This is not gonna work.

We need something, uh, with a...

a cadence, a rhythm, uh,

something to walk in unison,
like in the military.

I got an idea.

And I hate it.

Please!

We can't breathe!

All right, back away
from the door!

We're gonna tip
this thing over!

Happy, do I let 'er rip?

Well, I'm no Sly,

but I think my numbers are good.
Wait, wait, hold on.

I think Walter and Toby
are saying something.

It might be important.

♪ More than words ♪

♪ To show you feel ♪

♪ That your love ♪

♪ For me is real... ♪

- They have lost it.
- Hey, nimrods,

you're supposed to vent the gas,
not inhale it.

You do your job,
we'll do ours.

Speaking of which,
time to timber this thing.

Okay!

The tires will insulate you
from the electricity!

Now move!

If an aftershock hits

while they are on that
bridge and they fall...

Hey, don't even say it.

Okay, steady.

That's it. One at a time.
That's it.

Uh, guys, fire's creeping

closer to the fuel tank,

which means "kaboom."

That lake is spreading.
If it gets past that last tire,

those two people are gonna be
stuck out there on the bridge.

Okay, come on, everyone!
Pick up the pace!

Come on, get away
from there, hustle!

All right, buddy, you gotta
get out of that van!

I can't.

I'm gonna fall!

You're gonna die if you don't!

Wrong.

Listen to me: Everyone
knows fight or flight.

But there's a third
"F"-- freezing.

In the face of danger,
some instincts believe

that no action is better
than the wrong action.

Someone's gonna
have to go get him.

All right. I'm on it.

Hey! Sorry!

The bridge won't hold
both your weights.

- I'll go, I'm lighter.
- No, no.

L.A. needs genius minds today.

I can't risk you going down.

All right, we'll
steady the bridge.

Okay, sir...

we're gonna get you out of here.

What's your name?

It's Bryan.
Okay, Bryan.

Bryan, look,
don't look out there.

Look at me.
Look at me, okay?

If I was able to cross
that bridge...

...you can, too.

Okay, the damn bridge

is surrounded!
You guys gotta get out of there!

Bryan, is there someone
you want to see again?

My grandson.
Right, your grandson.

Well, he is not gonna
come visit us out here.

And I can't leave
until you do,

and if we don't go,
I die.

I do not want to die!

So move your ass now!

You can do it.

Okay, Paige,

you got to get out of there.

I thought you said two people

on the bridge is dangerous.

An exploding van
is more dangerous.

Get going.

Uh, the area around the gas tank

is on fire.

Come on, get on your
feet and run. Do it!

Come on, hurry!

Come on! Now!

Are you okay?

I'm starting to miss
being a waitress.

Okay, I think
I've got it set up

right on the soldering marks

where the chain is weakest.

That's inspired problem solving.

Only if it works.

Get back to where it's safe,
all right, buddy?

It worked!

Okay.

It worked.

The valve is shut.

Quick. Open all the vents.

Whoa, it's unreal
that we made it in time.

I don't think we did.

The pressure gauges
are at zero.

The gas couldn't have vented
that fast already.

That sound is bad, right?

It's the gas detector.

Oh, we're too late.

The aftershock cracked the pipe.

Who cares how the gas vents,
as long as the pipe

won't explode?
Koreatown is saved.

I still get
spicy noodle chicken.

Now let's hop along
up that manhole ladder

before we asphyxiate down here.

Toby, Toby...

we have a major issue.

Okay...

the ventilation down here
goes east.

Straight to downtown.

That cop's walkie-talkie
said downtown's burning.

With the volume in the tunnels,

gas moves
at four miles per hour.

We have 17 minutes until
it reaches under the fires.

Those fires plus this gas
equals bye-bye downtown.

Guys, meet us at the corner
of Wilshire and Morell ASAP.

You got it. What's the plan?

To save the city, we're gonna
light the gas on fire ourselves.

I'm gonna have to build
a super-sized gas flare

that can suck the excess gas
out of the tunnels

like a vacuum,
similar to an oil field.

Now, if we do that,
then it never reaches downtown.

Happy, we need something

that can launch
a streamlined projectile.

I can get what I'll need
from any Dumpster. I'm on it.

How the hell are you guys gonna
get there in time on foot?

We're not on foot.

We kind of borrowed a car
from someone

who was directing traffic

when he wasn't looking.

Do I hear sirens?

Did you guys steal a cop car?

Maybe.

All right,
first things first,

we need to build
a makeshift chimney.

How about that?

Perfect.

Okay, you move it
over the manhole.

All right,
I'll take care of the crane.

You get the manhole off.

Oh, I didn't think
I'd be doing this twice today.

Good. You're aligned.

Yeah.

Little to the right.

Now drop it!

Good!

Perfect! Perfect!

Come on! Come on!

A broken pool cue
and a plastic coat hanger?

What the hell is that?
An atlatl,

an ancient
Aztec spear-throwing device.

Marvel of physics.

And I'm gonna chuck
the crap out of it.

There's an open
four-by-four hatch

at the other end
of that thing, Cabe, so...

make it count.

All right.

Kobe from downtown.

Yeah!

Yay!

All the gas is being sucked
from the vent and burned off.

It'll never reach downtown.

They're gonna be looking
for that cop car.

You gonna protect a brother?

I think they'll understand.

...in what experts are calling

the worst natural disaster
to hit Los Angeles in decades.

Although authorities
are saying

things could've been
substantially worse

if a massive gas leak

hadn't been handled
in dramatic fashion...

30 minutes of cranking
for three minutes of sound.

Great product.

Oh, what a day. Even though
we were all separated,

we were still able
to save the city.

Even you two.

Holy crow.

Ralph, I was so worried
about you.

I'm so glad you're okay.

I'm glad you're okay, too.

I heard from Toby and Walter

you guys had some adventure,

a pretty dangerous one,
at that.

We had a massive quake.

You took my son

into the canyons,
drove on dirt roads

half-blind

near landslides and accidents...

...and you brought him
home safe.

Thank you.

Oh, Ralphie?

As for you, um...

...you earned this.

I can go kayaking?

Well, it's got to be safer

than driving with Sylvester,
and besides,

you're not a typical kid.

I have to stop
treating you like on

Nice work, outdoor cat.

Hey, Doc,

give me a hand with this.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hey, Walter.

Everything all right?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Just can't get that stupid song
out of my head.

I know what you mean.

It's a classic.

So, I was thinking, um,

Paige signed up
for a few sessions

with Dr. Rizzuto.

So maybe we should
finish them up?

It's just, uh,

since I was a kid,

I, uh...

...I never had many...

I want to be a good friend

and not drive people crazy.

Oh, that's it,
I can't take the guilt anymore.

Walter, you didn't do anything.

Truth is, we both know I'm
a little self-destructive,

and...

lately I've been on this roll

where I love my job,

I'm even doing well
with the ponies,

and I can sabotage myself
when I have all that I want.

What is more
self-destructive

than picking a fight
with your boss?

Look, man, I've never been
happier in my life,

and I don't know
how to handle that,

so I become a pain
in the tuchas.

That's on me.

I'm sorry.

Wow. That's messed up.

Tell me about it.

Maybe going back to Dr. Rizzuto
isn't a bad idea.

Copy that.

Want to go to Kovelsky's?

Coffee with hazelnut?

You know, I would,

I-I just,
I'm exhausted from today,

so rain check till tomorrow.

Sure thing.

Have a good night.

Really, Doc?

You've really
never been happier?

God as my witness,

I'm not gonna do anything
to ruin this.

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