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Previously on Scorpion...

Whitehull Hospital is selling the naming
rights to its new pediatric ward.

If I can earn
enough money,

hopefully, it'll be named the
Megan Dodd Pediatric Care Ward.

I'll be on Price Is Right
next week,

and I'm gonna be fully prepared.

Patricia Brewster!
Come on down!

That's one of the four.
My odds for being selected

have dropped precipitously.

You mirrored
the breathing pattern

of the contestant screener.

You're wearing a silly T-shirt.

They know you'll be
a fun contestant.

Horatio Pepper!

Come on down!

Man.
Now I'm down to a .7% chance.

Actually,

it's less than that if they want

an equal number
of men and women.

Stop it.
You're making him nervous.

He's sweating a lot,
like he swam here.

Hey!
Murray Miller!

Come on down!

Oh, man, now they've selected two men.
No, no.

I-I know this show. They don't
always do equal genders.

I can't believe I studied
every supermarket circular

within a 50-mile radius
for a month.

I'm never gonna get the money
for Megan's tribute.

Sylvester Dodd!

Come on down!
Me! I knew it! I knew it!

That's great!

You are the first
four contestants

on The Price Is Right!

And now...

here's your host,

Drew Carey!

What's up, everybody?

Welcome to the show.
How you feeling? Good?

Yeah!
It's gonna be a great hour.

Let's get it started
with the first prize

up for bids today
on The Price Is Right!

Drew, we're gonna kick
things off with a fun Ping-Pong table

from Craftgames!

$950!

Uh, usually George finishes
the prize before you bid.

No need. That is
a Craftgames Pro Tournament

Series 200,
with aluminum alloy legs,

push-button retractable net,

and dual folding capabilities
for easy storage.

$950.
So, Sylvester,

what's your bid? Just kidding.
We're moving on.

Murray, what
do you say?

Ten to one Sly nails it.

No way. I saw you guys studying
the sports catalog.

Small wager then?
Been wagering a lot lately.

Yeah, I bet when I'm manic.
I'm manically in love with you.

I'm aware of the pathology.
I'm in control.

You want some of
this action or no?

Somebody got it right on
the nose and gets an extra $500

right out of my pocket!

Actual retail price

is...

$950! Sylvester!

Yay! Yay! That's my friend!

Very good work.

Here's your $500.

Man, you were sure
about that $950.

I'm certain of all facts.

All right.

I got a fact for you.

George, let him know!
Sylvester,

you've got a chance to win up to

$100,000!

Yeah, Sly!

Because you're
gonna be playing

"Pay the Rent"!

All right.

What you're gonna do
is you're gonna take

these grocery items,
put 'em in your house.

The items on
the second floor

have to be
more expensive

than the one in the mailbox...
Every floor needs

to cost more than the level
below it. Got it. Okay.

Mailbox, first floor,
first floor, second floor,

second floor, attic.
Uh, we should really, uh,

tell you about the products first.
Uh, no need.

I'm going straight
for the $100,000.

Mailbox, first floor,
first floor,

second floor,
second floor, attic.

Ask Amber. She'll tell you.

Show-show the prices.

That's not normally
how we do it.

Uh... Is Sylvester right?

Holy cow!

$100,000!

Congratulations!

100,000 bucks!
Sylvester won!

Morning, big winner.

Whoa. You doing
an inventory on your booty?

If I can get just 90%
of the retail price

for my showcase prizes,
plus the 100K in cash,

then I will be halfway to naming
the Megan Dodd Pediatric Wing.

Year's supply of motor oil;
new bedroom set...

Is this Egyptian cotton?

20 bucks I can guess
the thread count.

1,500. Is it 1,500?

Pathetic.

Pathetic?

That's a little harsh
to say to your hunk.

Question is, hunk of what?

More time I spend with him,
the more racing forms

and bookie slips I find
all over his apartment.

And this is news to you?

The extent of it is.

Look, you're learning your way
through a new romance.

Before Toby, what was
your longest relationship?

I had an orbital sander
for nine years.

Hi.

Yeah, I'm lookin'
for Cabe Gallo.

Um, okay. Could we
tell him who's asking?

I'm a friend.

Yeah, we're just

- looking for a name.
- And what are you,

the Census Bureau?

I know what he wants.

We're not on the job.
So what's your play?

Not on the job?

But we work here.

Means we're not cops.

Mick Doherty!

Gallo.

Are you still usin'
that Crisco in your hair?

Well, I didn't recognize you
in clothes without stripes

and a number across your chest.

What's it been,

- ten years?
- At least.

Got a minute to talk to me?

Yeah.

Follow me.

I'm in trouble.

Yeah, no kiddin'.

Why else would you risk being
this close to law enforcement?

Are you in danger?

How's Lorraine?

Well, sadly, Lorraine always
liked a straight flush

more than a crooked con.

Had to let it end.

But I'm in deep.

That deal you set up with me and
the feds will not protect me.

I need help.

I want to make a trade.

A trade?
Yeah.

With what?
Intel.

I got dirt on some
real bad players.

I give up what I know,

I want out.

Out of the country.

I just want to be gone
and be safe.

Yeah, I'd love to help you...

but you're gonna have to give
the info to the Feds.

I'm with Homeland now.

Yeah, I know.
I heard.

I read about you
and your little genius team.

One I can't risk getting stuck
in any quicksand.

I'm not dealin' dirty
here, Cabe.

Lots of people--
innocent people--

could get killed.

Killed? How?

Keep your voice down.

We don't want anybody
hearing this.

You kidding me?

We only heard all of it.

Mick and I are
from the same block

in Brooklyn.

Little League,

made our confirmations
together...

Stillwell Avenue.

Stillwell Avenue?

You know The Hustle?

He ran a card game
out of a bookmobile?

I did.

He's dead.

Anyway, 15 years ago,

Mick makes his way
out to Los Angeles.

Was gettin' too hot in New York.

But it's hotter in L.A.

He means the cops
were onto him.

And they eventually
caught me,

even out here,

but luckily, Cabe stepped up.

Well, all I did was help Mick
cut a deal with the Feds...

So, like, in the movies.

He was a rat.

Rats turn on their friends, kid.

I help prevent things

where people could get hurt.

Yes, you mentioned
people might get killed.

Exactly.

So why not tell your Fed pals
like you have been doing?

'Cause I'm onto something big.

I give it to the Feds,
they'll make me testify.

They won't honor my deal
with them.

So you want to trade on data

that might or might not affect
the safety of others

so you can get something
from the government?

This seems shady...
this is not what we do.

She's right. It isn't.

So you're gonna have
to download the Intel to me

and trust me
that I can help you.

All right.

I've been running with a guy

named Patrick Grady
for a while now.

He's into import/export
of high-end vehicles.

Smuggler.

On the nose.

If you're one of
the heavy hitters

who buys classic Lambos
and Ferraris,

you've got Customs
on your payroll,

so you don't have
to wait for your toys.

Well, Grady gets their cars all
ready for 'em, ships 'em out,

but not before stashing away

whatever he wants to get
in or out of the country.

Drugs, jewels, art...

How do stolen goods
relate to life and death?

I was in the basement
of one of Grady's warehouses.

I overheard a phone call

between he and a person
with a Spanish accent.

A government official in Balio.

Central American
nation of nine million;

settled by Spain
in the 16th century...

No mas oral report, por favor.
Go on.

Well, whoever Grady
was talkin' to

was sweatin' the details:

It's a dangerous shipment;
can't be exposed to light;

has to be kept

above minus 30,
below 60 degrees.

That fits all the criteria
of a biological agent.

Someone also used the phrase
"toxic biotic materials."

What else did you hear?

Payday: $5 million.

Whoever wants this shipped
to Balio wants it bad.

What could we do?

It's not like we can just walk

into a criminal enterprise
and start looking around.

Why not?
Import/export businesses

are software dependent--

setting up shipping rates,
docking schedules,

customs...

If Grady trusts you,
just tell him you know a company

that can streamline his system.

Yeah, and once
my guys are in,

they can look around for
any evidence of a bioweapon,

and if so,
when and how it was shipped.

"If so"?

Cabe...

since when did we start
getting involved in speculation?

Hey, Mick, give us a minute.

Well, now, what's the story?

'Cause if anyone else

came in here with
a half-baked theory like his,

you'd ask for concrete evidence
before getting us involved.

We deserve the truth, Cabe.

When I was 13 years old,

I was surrounded
by a bunch of older kids

when I was carrying the payroll

for my granddaddy's
masonry company.

I was done for.

Mick showed up out of nowhere

and knocked
the head kid on his ass.

Kid lost an eye.

Mick goes to juvie,
gets out when he's 18,

the cement's dry--
he's a criminal.

All because he helped me.

Okay, no offense,

but do we need to get involved

with some hood
just because

you owe him a childhood debt?

Mick's always been
straight with me.

What if he's right?

What if some smuggler's

gonna get a big payday

by shipping something
incredibly dangerous?

And we knew and we did nothing.

That would be bad.

All right, fine.

Between me, Happy and Toby

we cover computers, cars

and the psychology
of criminals.

So we quickly go in,
search his hard drive,

see if we can find some shipping
data that supports Mick's story.

Now, if we do,
we call the authorities,

and if we don't...

too bad for Mick.
We're out.

Fair enough.

Once Mick gives
us the okay,

you're gonna have
to play it cool in there.

We're posing as computer techs.

I think we can handle it.

I'm sure we can
outsmart some thugs.

Don't underestimate thugs.

I once slipped some dice
into a crap game

that may or may not
have been loaded,

and now these three fingers
don't bend the way they used to.

Lovely.

Hey, that's a story
with a happy ending.

I got a million
that actually turn out bad.

Speaking of criminals,

did one of you guys
take two quarts

of my game show motor oil?

Yes, I'm putting it
on my salad right now.

Look at Mick's heap.

It's leaking oil
like a sieve.

Nice.
He's in our garage

for ten minutes
and he steals from us.

It's two cans of oil,
for Pete's sake.

Mick's a good guy,

he's just been dealt
a bad hand.

Any one of us could
be a lost Picasso.

What, now?

It's an expression.

I know what it means--
something with unseen value

that's wasted.
It's a bit of an artsy-fartsy

analogy for you.

It's a turn of phrase.
I just said it.

Your psyche chose
art for a reason.

No one "just says" anything.

Shut up.
Why did I just say that?

Oh.

Here he comes.

Okay, it's all set.
Spoke to Grady.

You just
walk right on in.

You're not coming with us?

I think it's best I be long gone

when you guys bust in,
so I can keep breathing.

That's a good idea.
You need to get some distance

from this thing.

I'll stay out here in case
things get hinky.

Yeah, don't worry, Cabe's
always right on the Monet.

I-I mean money.

What's with you and art?

Get out.

Hey.

We're meeting Mr. Grady?

Oh, Mick's people?

Yeah.

Follow me.

Wait right here.

Right.

I got a bad feeling about this.

Why?

That's why.

♪ Scorpion 2x18 ♪
The Fast & The Nerdiest
Original Air Date on February 29, 2016

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@elder_man

When I said I had a million
stories that turned out bad,

they all started out like this.

Walter, what is going on?

They won't talk until
they know it's safe.

Or else they risk giving away
they've got comms in.

What the hell did you just do?!
Nothing!

I told Grady's guys
they were cool.

They said send them in.

I got to go after them.

No, no, no.
We got to let this play out.

He wants to see
if law enforcement's

gonna follow these guys.

If you trail them and get made,

they're dead, pal.

- Wait here.
- Last time he said that,

we got bags over our heads.

Pantera.

Aventador.

Sting Ray.

That Pantera's the sexiest thing

I've ever seen.

Second sexiest.

Sorry about the black ops.

I've got millions
in cars here.

Best to keep the
location under wraps.

That's logical.

We understand.

Mick says you can
upgrade my system?

Get my cars in and out
of the country faster?

From the sound of it, your cars
are already moving pretty fast.

Yeah, well, my boys, they gotta
test out their handiwork, no?

To answer
your question--

with the right software,
we can exploit

inefficiencies
in the Customs' protocol.

And if we can see
your hard drives,

then we can start to run
an analysis for you.

Come with me.

Okay.

Okay, Grady's got warehouses
all over the place.

But the only one with room
to drag race is in Pedro.

I know the place.
Follow me.

Hey, if you're
playing a game with me,

it's a bad idea.

I wouldn't do that to you.

You want to find
your friends or not?

I am not comfortable

with our guys trapped
with some hoods without Cabe.

Cabe is on his way
to them now.

And you're not worried?

I am, that's why
I'm channeling

my nervous energy into
my research-- look here.

Balio, the country
that Mick says

might be involved with
this biological agent,

is a Central American
government in turmoil.

Many groups are disenfranchised
by a dictatorial regime, but

it seems the administration's
biggest threat

comes from the indigenous
Aztec population

that is starting to gain
international support.

Support for what?

Getting confiscated land back,

equal protection under
the law-- you name it.

They only make up five
percent of the population,

but they are starting
to upset the apple cart.

What the hell does this have
to do with a possible bioweapon?

I have no idea.

But that is why our
friends are sneaking

around an export shop,
investigating the theory

of a serial felon
from Cabe's childhood.

Thanks for letting
us look around.

A diagnostic
shouldn't take long.

All right, I'll leave you to it.
Okay.

Okay, we're alone.
Walter's checking the database

for any bio-hazardous
shipping shenanigans.

So far, the odds are low.

Basic search is
turning up nothing.

I'll still keep looking.

You know, my Bronx bookie,
Albino Pete,

he kept his bets
on the backs of candy wrappers,

hidden in the seat
of his daughter's tricycle.

Another winner.

Well, my point is

that there's
a chance Shady Grady

keeps all his records
non-digital as well.

Happy and I should poke around.

Be careful!

These guys catch you
sticking your nose

where it doesn't belong,
they cut it off.

How we gonna sneak around
with these guys around?

Guys like Grady live
by their machismo.

They can't lose face.

We can get them all
outside in about a minute.

Just follow my lead.

Excuse me?

Mr. Grady? Happy and I,

we don't involved
with the computer work

until Walter's ready
for the software installation.

Do you mind
if we check out these rides?

Yeah, we're car nuts.

Look around.

If you have a million five, feel
free to pick up a starter model.

Oh, speaking of the value
of these cars,

I have to say, letting your
employees drag race them

is quite irresponsible.
Excuse me?

It's not like any of these guys
are gonna win Le Mans.

I don't let them drive
the eight-figure models.

And my guys are good drivers.

I'm sure they're competent,
but, see, we're scientists.

We know mechanics
and wind resistance,

angles and vectors,

our friend Walter,
he's done pretty well

in a few street races himself.

I can smell
a degenerate gambler

a mile away.
Hmm.

You wouldn't be
setting me up

for a little wager,
would you?

Indeed I am.

I like the action.

And I like Walter

over any of your guys.

You win, we work for free.

We win, you double our fee.

What are you getting me into?

What are you
getting him into?

Okay, here are the rules.

Ready, set...
Tommy drops the rag,

down to the end marker,

back to the start.

Tie... goes to the house.

You know what?
You boys can have

your carburetor
measuring contest.

I'm gonna go
finish up the work

that Walter should be doing.

Walter, you have
to stall this race

as long as you can,
so Happy has enough time

to search the records.

Okay, before we race,

I would like to
inspect both cars,

make sure that there's

no nitrous or other

hidden oxygen
supply systems, yeah?

Oh, damn it.

Oh... damn it.

I presume from
the number of “damn its”

that Happy hasn't
found anything yet.

Don't get in the car yet,
Walter.

You need to drag this out.

Sure, they're both V8's,

but how do I know
that you haven't

put fuel additives
in your car?

You don't.

Are we gonna do this?

Sure.

After you siphon fuel
from both tanks

and we compare the tint.

You believe this guy?

Okay, forget it.
There is nothing here.

No, no, no, no!

My instincts are screaming.
If there's a big-money shipment,

these guys are gonna treat it
like a big-money bet.

All details

are written down
and stashed away.

They're cons.
You got to think sneaky.

I'm telling you

there is nothing here
but cheap furniture,

bad fluorescent lighting
and, uh,

a lot of chipped paint
covering up old crown molding.

Hold on.

You find something?

Maybe.

This is a mid-century

L.A. crap-shack warehouse,

not a New England Victorian.

Why would there be
crown molding?

Guys, I found something.

Faxes from a library in Balio.

Fax instead of an e-mail,
so it can't get traced.

Use a public line
from a library,

so anybody could've had access.

They just keep
referring to the package,

how it has to be kept
in a certain temperature range.

It sounds bio to me.

Check for shipping information--

where it came from,
where it's going.

Don't see that here.

But there is an address

for something
called a midnight elevator

a day ago.
That's a midnight pick-up.

It's 819 North Eagle Street.

Now, that's close.
We'll do a drive-by.

See if we find any clues there
that are useful.

We will?

Almost done, right now,
here-here we are.

You looked at the fuel.

You checked the engines.

Now we race.

Okay, okay.

Son, Happy's still searching.

So don't let
those guys back inside.

I will race-- I just want
to go over the ground rules

one last time.

Let me ask you--

does it hurt when you lay eggs?

Are you calling me a chicken?

No.

A chicken would've raced by now.

Walter, he's goading you.

He's trying to play on your ego
to get you to do something

before you're ready to do it.

Oh, man, he is going to race.

I have an idea.

Let's race.

Good idea.

This place looks condemned.

It's still locked up.

Looks like no one's
been here for a while.

No, there's fresh
footprints in this mud.

Someone was definitely
here recently.

No, no, no, no!

Now is the time
that we call the police.

So the cops can come in,
arrest Grady and his men,

and they all clam up

before we know where
the bio weapon may be?

Bad plan.

And look, the door's unlocked.

That doesn't mean
we should go in.

- Come on.
- Oh, Paige.

Happy, doesn't this thing
need a special storage facility

since it has to remain
in a specific temperature range?

Yes, I am looking.

Ready!

Uh, definitely not ready.

Set!

Walter!

I'm gonna kill you.

Guys, this is bad.

We found a makeshift lab here.

Somebody bugged out quick.

Oh, boy.

I am looking at biohazard labels
with a genome string on it.

Sly, read it aloud to Toby!

T-G-C-T-C-C...

T-A-T-C...

C-C-G-A.

Hold up! Back to the “C-C” part!

Say it again!

Walt, I need more time.

Uh, you need to lose and
challenge the guy to a rematch.

Lose?

That's not gonna happen.

- Walt.
- Okay, I'm ready.

C-C-T-A-

T-C-C-C-

G-A.

Toby, you hear what I hear?

Yes, that whole string
is a common cold virus,

but that C-C-T runner
in the middle,

that's a mitochondrial gene,

unique to people
of Mesoamerican descent.

Like Aztecs found in Balio?

Yes, exactly like
the Aztecs in Balio.

This weapon is designed
to spread via the common cold

while attacking a specific gene

that's only found in that
particular race of people.

That's how the Balio regime can
take out their indigenous people

without endangering
the rest of the population.

They're smuggling
a genocide bomb.

Told you I was telling
you the truth.

And low-end smugglers
are okay with mass death?

Oh, with these guys,
once they heard $5 million,

all they saw was sandy beaches
and rum drinks.

Uh, Walter just won.

Happy, you're out of time.

They'll all be back
inside in minutes.

We need to find that weapon now.

Maybe I could've, but Walter
had to beat Mario Andretti

instead of buying me time.

Are they on their way in?

Some of them. Get out of there.

Uh, just a few more pages.

Let's go, I can't pay you double
if you don't do the work.

Forget the records.
Just get out.

Okay, I found it.

Grady rented a refrigerated
locker by the airport.

It's 225 Box Car Avenue,
locker 17.

What the hell?!

Patrick, these guys are
going through our papers.

They're LEOs.

Whoa, we're not law
enforcement officers.

Though born in August,
I'm no Leo.

Get in the warehouse now.

All right.

You got to go

before things jump off
and someone sees you with me.

Hey!

You have been dishonest
since you walked in.

I will not be so rude.

So tell me who
you're with,

or one of you gets shot
in ten seconds.

Simple enough?

We're with Mick.

Now you have five.

It's okay, just-just give...

Four, three...
give us some more time...

two...

♪ ♪

Get in!

Get up! Get up! Get up!

Everyone okay?
Yes, we're all right.

I'm not. My heart's racing.

Speaking of racing,
we got to haul ass

over to that refrigerated
storage facility and secure it.

We don't want
to lose that weapon.

"Sorry, pal,
I had to take my shot. Mick."

Cabe must have flipped out
when he saw that.

I don't know what
pissed him off more:

no bioweapons
at the storage facility,

or Mick stealing
the weapon for himself.

I guess Grady wasn't
the only one who was thinking

about sandy beaches
and rum drinks.

It's got to suck
to have a friend

stab you in the back
like that.

I just got off with
the Border Patrol.

They're searching 30 cars deep

into the line
to get into Tijuana,

but nothing yet.
Okay, what about Canada?

Eh, Mick and the cold weather,
they don't get along.

It's the whole reason
he moved out here

from New York
in the first place.

He's heading south.

I know this guy.

If you knew him that well,

you would have seen
the double-cross coming.

Your sticking your mouth
in the lion's head, Doc.

It's been a few hours.

You think maybe he's waiting
on something before he leaves?

At a primal level,

only three things will stop
someone on the run.

Family...

Mick's got no family.

...lack of money
or resources...

No, he's got five
million waiting for him

if he can get to Balio
and make that delivery.

...or love.

We listened
through the door.

He said he dumped
his girl Lorraine

because she was
gambling too much.

Not an illogical position.

Maybe not a truthful one either.

Doc said maybe I don't know Mick
as well as I think I do,

so maybe I was wrong to believe
that he was leaving Lorraine.

I mean, he was crazy
about that woman.

The sun rose and set on her.

Guy like him, you think he cares

if his girl likes
to throw chips in the middle?

He's probably got a seat
next to her at the table.

Okay, so let's assume
that they're still together.

Logical thing to do,
to throw us off the scent.

She's been waiting
all alone for him

to pull off
that big score today.

Anxious.
Nervous.

And what calms the nerves
of an addicted gambler

more than a few hands
of Texas hold 'em.

If we're right and she's holed
up somewhere waiting for him,

she's gonna go
someplace she knows,

someplace calm
and familiar to her.

My guess is either
that roach trap

next to the Diamond Earl Casino

or the one near
the Silver Shoes Card Room.

Not that I know both intimately.

Paige and Happy can
cover the Diamond Earl.

Walter, Toby and I can
head over to the Card Room.

What's Lorraine's last name?

Winters.

So, Sly, you find
a photo of her online,

get it to all the
border patrol agents.

Also shut down her
credit cards and Mick's.

On it.

Wait, hold on.

Isn't this a shot in the dark?

The chemist that was paid
to make that bioweapon

is in the wind,
and we don't know

who they're shipping
it to in Balio.

All we got is the guy
who stole it,

and if we don't find him,
a million people can die.

So we take that shot.

♪ ♪

Look at this place.

Desperate people
rarely live well.

Man, Mick really pulled the wool
over Cabe's eyes, didn't he?

He did.

Is that what you're
worried about?

Cabe getting tricked?

I just can't believe
Toby used to live like he did.

I mean, I knew he gambled,

but the bookies, broken fingers
and no-tell motels...

I-I don't like thinking
about him like that.

You don't like thinking
about him becoming that again.

I'm just wondering what kind
of wagon I hitched my star to.

Uh, this is it.

Exactly as advertised.

Second floor, far left.

And there she is,
pacing like crazy.

She's waiting for her man.

Yeah, well, she's not the only
one waiting for her man.

Grady's got two guys
in the room right next to her,

and Lorraine has no idea.

Oh yeah.

Yeah, well, they'll be
waiting for a while.

This oil is fresh
and clear; it's new.

It's game-show new.

I knew he stole my oil.

Maybe it's just
another leaky car.

Leaking fresh oil from a spot

with a perfect vantage point
of Lorraine's room.

That is a big coincidence.

So let's call the cops
and get her out of there.

Mick'll never cut a deal
with the cops.

But if we can get her out of
there, he'll cut a deal with me.

He knows I'm a man
of my word, unlike him.

Now, how do we get her
out of there

when she's surrounded
by guys with guns?

Let's call her
and make a plan.

You're a gambling man,
what do you think the odds are

that Grady's men
have paid off the clerk

to listen to calls
coming into her room?

Does she have a TV?

Yeah, it's on.

Then we're gonna speak
with her directly.

We just need to build
a television studio.

Okay.

Now use your pocketknife
to strip this cable.

What's the game plan?
Connecting the phone

to the inner conductor
of the coaxial cable.

Great.

Why?

Oh, you'll see.

And so will Lorraine.

Here's the forecast
for the week.

Monday, we have 82. Tuesday...

Lorraine.

I can't see or hear you.

But I know you can
see and hear me.

Cabe.
I think you got her attention.

I know it's been a while
since you've seen me.

Mick's in trouble,
and so are you.

Grady's got two guys
in the room next to you,

and they know that you both
double-crossed him.

Only I can help you.

♪ ♪

You can't leave
the room. They're watching.

So you're gonna have
to trust me.

Okay, Lorraine, we're ready.

You know Mick always trusted me.

And I need you
to trust me now too.

Go to the AC unit.

Reach your hand
through the vent.

You're gonna find a rope.

I need you to untie the knot
and pull it towards you.

And then tie it
around the metal brace.

Okay, this is
gonna be loud.

They'll hear it, so you're
gonna have to move fast.

Stand back.

One, two, three.

What the hell was that?

Guys, our neighbors heard you.

Get her out the back window

before they get
in the front door.

Lorraine, use the junction
boxes to get down.

I can't do this.

You have to!
You have to do it now!

Hurry.

Open up!

Come on. Come on, come on,
come on. Let's go.

Open the door!

Come on, you
can do this.

Come on!

All right, let's go.

Let's go.
Let's go.

Lorraine, Mick is way over
his head on this one.

Now, he didn't steal a car
or hold up a craps game.

He's got something that
could kill a lot of people.

And if he tries to play games
with these buyers,

they'll kill him.

He always figures things out.

He'll get me back.

We'll be together. That's it.

I don't know this number.
It's a burner.

- Mick?
- Hey, Lorraine.

You okay, baby?

How'd you know we have her?

Went back by the motel.

Cops were there; they said
someone tore out the wall.

Know your style, Gallo.

Now we both know you're not the
type to hurt an innocent lady,

so just let her go.

You're bluffin' with a low pair.

Low pair's a bad hand.

I'm about to smack a bad hand
into your low pair.

You're right!

I wouldn't hurt an innocent.

But she's not innocent.

I can make these
accessory charges stick,

she's going away
for a long time!

Baby, he's scarin' me here.

You said I couldn't
be implicated.

Why don't you
just come in and...

Cabe could work
something out for you?

Yeah, that ain't gonna happen.

This thing is worth

$5 million.

It's my final score.

I hope things
work out for you, baby.

Are you kidding me!?

You listen to me.

If innocent people die

because you didn't speak...

you're never gonna
see the daylight again.

Now, this is your last chance

to come clean and save yourself.

All right.

He mentioned something
about heading south.

Chartering a boat to Balio.

We were gonna live

like royalty there.

Guests of the government.

Well, he might
get his wish.

"South" is a pretty
general description

and we have no idea
where he's going.

Not necessarily.

He said he just
swung by the motel.

So if he is driving
down to his boat,

he doesn't want
to have car troubles

that could slow him down

or draw attention to him.

And since he doesn't have any
more of my oil to steal...

And the rest
was leaking from his car...

That means he has
to hit a gas station

before he goes
on the freeway.

The closest gas station
to the motel

and the freeway entrance

is at the corner
of Stilton and Barrow!

Okay, that's not far.

By the time he drives there,
buys oil,

pours two liters into his car,
gasses up...

You can be there!

You can be there already

if you stop talking and go!

Happy, take your truck.
Let's go, come on!

Take Green, it's clear.

It'll get you right onto Barrow.

Guys, if there's a line
for gas or a wait to buy oil,

he could be there.

I'll handle this.

I don't want
anyone getting hurt.

Coming up on Stilton.

I see the gas station.
No one there.

On Barrow. Nothing here either.

There he goes.

He's heading toward that onramp!

If he gets on
that freeway

and he finds out
we're after him,

in the state he's in,
he could kill someone.

I see him!

I'll force him onto
the service road.

Aah!

What the hell?

Gallo, that you on my tail?

No, that's Happy.

I'm the headlight
headed right toward you.

Playing chicken.

Like we used to on our bikes.

Oh, yeah, head-on collision
with a bioweapon in his car.

This is ill-advised.

So is letting him get away
with that damn canister.

There's no other choice.

But, Cabe,
I always won at chicken.

Doesn't have to end
this way, buddy.

That's your call! You're
the only vote that counts.

I would like a vote in this.
You're boxed in.

I've always had your back
and you burned me.

This is your last shot
to get it right.

I got nothing in my life

but this $5 million canister
next to me.

That's a shame, 'cause I'm not
letting you cash it in.

Uh, Cabe,

I'm gonna slow down now.

Yeah, we should, too.

Ten seconds until impact!

I'm not blinking.

Me, either.

- I'm not blinking!
- Three, two, one...

Cabe!
I'm not blinking!

Out of the car
with your hands up!

Ah! Ah...

Well...

you finally won at chicken.

Mick Doherty,

you're under arrest!

You have the right
to remain silent.

Want to know
the sad thing?

You're still
the best friend I ever had.

Bingo!
I just got a bid from a guy

willing to buy
all the designer soap

at ten bucks a bottle!

I am cleaning up...

which is ironic, because
I'm giving away all my soap.

Grady and his men
have been apprehended.

The CDC is destroying
the bioweapon.

Lorraine's not gonna
face charges.

Mick won't testify against her,
if you can believe that.

The State Department's

looking into Balio's activities.

All in all, it worked.

Thank you.
Sure.

Listen, I, uh, owe
you all an apology.

I should've listened to you

when you warned me
about trusting Mick,

but I wanted to believe
that he could change.

Because of that,

I put you all at risk,
and that's unforgiveable.

Truth is, no one changes.

And I should've known that.

I'm sorry. Truly.

Well, Cabe,

you were only trying
to see the best in Mick

when everyone else
just saw a criminal.

Just like you saw
the best with this team,

when everyone just saw misfits.

That's a really

wonderful trait and you don't
have to apologize for it.

Thank you, kiddo.

You're welcome.

You know, I guess,

while we're in
the apologizing spirit,

I suppose
I owe you all one, too.

My ego and my pride have
always been my Achilles heel

and today I-I let a buffoon

egg me into
a contest

instead of buying more time,
which is what we needed.

He literally egged you on
by claiming you laid eggs.

That's funny.

I take back my apology

as it pertains to you.

I'm the only one

whose vice helped this team.

If it weren't
for my gambling,

we wouldn't have found Lorraine,

which led to Mick,
which led to us saving

the fine Aztec
people of Balio.

My vice is a virtue.

I never need to change,

and I owe an apology to no one.

Hey.

You. Me.

Talk now.

Ah, the missus...

Yes, my turtledove?

Aah! My nurple!

You're an idiot.
What for?

I just saved the Aztecs.

You really think that
the gambling is a positive?

You think you don't
need to change?

That this is good for you?

Well, if I answer honestly,

are you gonna be mad at me?

Listen, stupid...

I grew up bouncing

from foster family
to group home and back again.

One thing they all
had in common...

they all promised
they'd be the last one.

They all promised
stability,

security and happiness.

And today, I see someone

who has the potential
to be unreliable.

Of disappearing back
into marathon poker games

and betting sessions in
a bookmobile with The Hustle.

I cannot have the rug

pulled out from under me again.

I won't.

I love you.

My gambling...

it's a shadow of what it was.

Are you kidding?

You've been betting like crazy.

I told you:

that's 'cause
I'm manically thrilled about us

and that is how
my pathology plays out.

All right.

Listen, this is easy to fix.

Got a, um...

$75 scratch off,

$12 exacta box
for 180 bucks,

and... and my picks
for the weekend games.

I swear
I'm never gonna gamble again.

Ever.

You heard Cabe.
People don't change.

I'm not changing.

I made one last monster bet.

I'm gambling

that a skinny,
moderately good-looking

pain-in-the-neck like me
can land someone like you.

It's the biggest
gamble of my life.

Okay?

Okay.

Do you really believe
that people can't change?

Unfortunately,
I do, son.

Good.

Because Toby is
pretty astute,

and he saw a connection with art
imbedded in your psyche,

so I hacked
some of your private records.

I'm not sure I appreciate that.

With pure intentions.

Anyway, I found that
you took some classes

at a high school
for the arts in Brooklyn.

I took a lot of heat for that.

Boys in my neighborhood
didn't paint.

Mick always had my back.

He thought it was cool
I was artistic.

Well, it obviously still means
something to you, so...

I signed you up for a class
at the community college.

The session starts
at 9:00 tonight.

Oh, I don't know, kid.

Well, it's already paid for,

so... consider it.

♪ ♪

So tonight,
we're going to be working with

Light Portrait Pink
and Titanium White.

Is something wrong?

No, it's just...

I'm not sure if
I'm still a guy who paints.

Did you paint once?

Yes.

Why?

'Cause I liked it.

My friend encouraged me.

Sounds like
a good friend.

He was.

He was.

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