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Previously on Scorpion...

Okay, oh, yeah.

Ooh, I'm sorry.

Not good at first dates.

Linda!

Sabotage that launch

or face the consequences.

I think he's referring to this.

This was not the worst date
that I've ever had.

Would you like to go
to dinner with me again?

Oh, no.

Meet my new trainee,

Tim Armstrong.

Hello.

There's nothing
more stunning

than seeing perfection
with a slight imperfection.

Well, only got shot
in one place.

Holy smokes.

You beat all
the Colonel Clones,

you made it to
the Pardollus Galaxy

and you still have
all your lives!

While, ironically,
you have none.

Can't you see how
incredible this is?

He's putting on a clinic.

Nah, I just used to play
this game when I was a kid.

Actually,
the neurotransmission speed

between your brain and
fingertips is pretty amazing.

Ralph, you gotta see this.

Ralph.

Ralph, you're missing out!

What is all the ruckus?

History being made!

Cabe's new trainee is about
to beat your high score.

Well, that is
nearly impossible.

I memorized
the graphic patterns

and every
attack scenario.

Yeah, but did you hone
your trigger finger

with the SEALs
for half a decade?

'Cause someone here did.

Well, very good.

But a physical advantage
will eventually wane

in the face of
superior intellect.

Walter, are you
threatened by this?

No.

It's a video game.

A video game for which

I possess the high score.

For now.

You seem threatened.
No, I'm not.

I'm, uh, hungry.

Are there any
egg bagels left?

Uh... hey, boss.

- Linda.
- Hi,

Walter.

Uh, no bomb this time.

Just me.

Uh, what are you...

Doing here unannounced?

In a bold and possibly
embarrassing move?

Yes.

Um...

...can we talk in private?

Oh, yeah.

Um, sure.

So...

is everything okay?

Yes.

Well, kind of.

Um... it's just...

I have been thinking about you.

A lot.

Oh.

I feel like I didn't
give you a fair shot.

Especially after

you went ahead and
saved my life and all.

It was my fault
that you were in danger.

I was just acting responsibly.

And now... I am, too.

I am taking responsibility

for saying “no” to a date

with a great guy.

Unless you'd like to call it
a... a “joint social endeavor,”

in which case,

we could go on one of those?

This is a pleasant surprise,

because the truth is,

I considered it
a statistical improbability

that I would ever see you again.

So...

I'm glad that the odds
did not play out.

New high score!

What is happening
in there?

Another statistical
improbability.

So... call me?

I will... call you.

Yes.
Okay.

That was interesting.

I'm hungry.
Are there any egg bagels left?

Did she come by
for a date?

Yes. Yeah, she did.

I believe she thinks
I'm... dynamite.

Don't use humor on the date,
'cause you're not funny.

Otherwise,
this is a good thing.

Paige and Tim seem
to be getting along

and you should have someone
you get along with as well.

Makes it easier
to let go of Paige.

Sorry, “let go”?

She's not mine to let go.

We're friends.
We're co-workers.

Oh, that's right.
That's my mistake.

I keep forgetting,
'cause of the way

you look, feel
and talk about her.

Ralph, you missed
everything.

Tim set the new high score

on Proton Arnold

and Walter just got asked out
on a date.

Sorry.
I'm just finishing

my coding project
for my college course.

Check it out.

Um, all I hear is white noise.

It's what you can't hear

that's important.
It's sending data.

Wow.

11 years old.

That is unbelievable.

I gotta get to physical therapy
for my back shrapnel,

but I will see you guys
in about an hour.

There's something encoded
in the static?

It's more advanced than that.

It uses apexes and
troughs of sound waves

to transmit data at rates
millions of times faster

than any available
software.

The entire Library of Congress
in 5.9 seconds.

Unbelievable.

And the final
presentation's today?

At 3:00.

But first, he has
his spelling test

at his regular school.

It's like sending Seabiscuit
to give pony rides.

Normal kids at normal school,
then college classes.

That was the deal, right?

Carpool's gonna be
here any second.

Get your stuff together.

I just saw Linda out
in the parking lot.

Please tell me there isn't
another bomb in here.

Nope.

She came by for something
potentially more disastrous.

Thanks you for the support.

Who's this?

Gang, this is John Pandova,

retired Marine.

He'd like to retain
our services

for a case of utmost importance.

I've been with the Defense

POW/MIA Accounting Agency
for 13 years now.

We are charged with
locating and retrieving

the remains of fallen
U.S. military personnel

from around the globe.

Now, our mission statement
is simple:

We don't rest
until they are home.

Well, you do incredible work,
Mr. Pandova.

How can Scorpion help?

Well, it has to do with this.

It was found just outside

the city of Pleiku, Vietnam.

The item was uncovered
by a construction company

that was clearing a site

for a factory build.

Now, we believe they belong
to a Marine patrol

that went missing in that area.

The patrol's radio died
on July 24, 1971,

just after a brutal firefight

from which none
of our men returned.

There were ten
Marines MIA?

Yeah, and now there are
ten families

counting on me for closure.

So you know
the general location,

you have some evidence that
the remains might be there,

so what's the issue?

The issue is I can't get
approval for excavation

without more specific evidence.

Could be something
as simple as a dog tag

from a solider that
we knew to be there.

Now we have a better shot
than ever before

of bringing these men home,

but it is slipping away
by the minute.

Don't tell me
they're still trying

to build the factory
on this site?

Even though the U.S. and
Vietnam are working together,

there's still corruption
at the local level.

Favors have
been granted,

palms have been greased,

and now I'm looking
at a ticking clock.

How long until they
get back to building?

Two days.

I'm sorry, I thought you said “two days.”
Yeah.

We just found
this ammo belt last week

and the construction
company wants no delays.

They're pushing hard
to move forward.

If they build a factory
on that spot,

we may never know
if the remains are there.

I understand
the time pressure,

but we're not archaeologists.

Archaeologists
look into the past;

I need people who can
see into the future.

We use ground-imaging
technology

and radar, but our equipment
is slow, inefficient.

We need people who can
quickly accelerate

the efficacy of our equipment.

So if we can enhance

the traditional
ground-scanning equipment,

we can get you
definitive proof

that the remains
are on that site.

Yeah, that's all I need.
I know what's down there.

What's necessary is getting
the right pictures of it.

“Need”? “Necessary”?

Your unequivocal
word choice is telling.

This isn't
a standard case for you.

As I said, we have limited time.

I know,

but I think
there's another reason.

You've got mild
prognathism,

a protrusion of the mandible.

Some people call that

a square jaw.

Your father had that, too.

I wasn't going
to mention it

because this is much
bigger than just me.

But the truth is,
my mom has been

waiting 45 years
for him to come home.

Now she's sick.

She has six months to live,
give or take,

and I need to do this for her.

But with the red tape,

it can take up to a decade

to bring a body home.

Not with our help.

We'd be honored to assist you.

Thank you.

I'll get the plane ready
at Burbank.

You seem concerned
about something.

Yeah, um...

I'm just a bit
confused

why taking on this case

was a foregone
conclusion to you.

You don't think
recovering military personnel

is worthy of our time?

I didn't say that.

I was talking about the logic
of taking on this matter.

Walt, people lost family.

Have you forgotten
how you felt when Megan passed?

I felt awful.

Because I missed who she was,
not what she was.

Her organic material
meant nothing to me.

I kept her ashes

in a coffee can in my glove box.

And that's
messed up, Walt.

Son, regular people need
to get a sense of closure

when they say good-bye
to a loved one.

They need something
to say good-bye to.

If you can't
grasp that now,

maybe someday you will.

In the meantime,

we need to ship out.

- Blank dog tags?
- Yep.

By programming their properties
into our software,

we're telling it what
to look for underground.

It's how we'll avoid
getting false positives

off, say, an old soda can.

Toby, belt buckle.

One Vietnam-era Marine
belt buckle, coming up.

Oh, uh, Homeland's gonna
have to reimburse me

for this Army/Navy
store bill, by the way.

Fine.

You got a 25-tool
Swiss Army Knife on here.

It's not exactly
era-appropriate.

But it's really cool.

You're paying for it.

You mind explaining

the designs on your tablet?

Yeah, the magnetic
susceptibility meter

and the magnetometer

will locate our
underground evidence.

And this is gonna photograph it.

Ground Penetrating Radar?

But not like
you've ever seen it.

I've goosed it to go dual
frequency at 1,000 megahertz

by adding a second antenna.

All of that,
and this DSP chip...

only way we can get imaging

of subterranean data
with 100% clarity.

Subterranean.

That's just like

Walt's Proton Arnold score,

buried deep under
Tim's new record.

That's very clever, Toby.

You know what?
If Dr. Rizzuto was here,

he would say that
your behavior is...

Yeah, well,
Dr. Rizzuto's not here.

You know who is?

The guy who beat
your high score.

Would you both
please knock it off?

I am trying to talk to Ralph.

Are you ready
for your presentation?

I am.

But why'd you have
to have Sylvester

stay back and watch me?

Because he can do software
support from the garage

and we won't be back
till tomorrow,

and he doesn't charge
and babysitters do-- why?

You love Sylvester.

I do.

But he's very enthusiastic.

It's a packed house!

I am so excited
for your presentation.

I can see.

All right, everyone,
I think we should all buckle in.

Okay, honey, I need to go.

I love you.
Good luck.

Whoa!

It's getting a little bumpy.

Uh, looking at bad weather

from here all the way
to Da Nang.

Just stay seated
till we're through it.

Ah, well, good thing
Sylvester isn't here.

This turbulence
would freak him out.

You think it's bumpy up here,

wait until you get on a road
in the Vietnam jungle.

Hey.

I heard what Toby
said earlier,

and it's just a video game.

I'm not trying
to compete with you.

I just want to be an asset

to the team
as long as I'm here.

I know there's no competition.

When we get there,
we better move fast.

I don't like the
looks of this storm.

Forget the storm-- I don't
like the look of those guys.

What the hell?

What's with all the work?
We still got two days!

I didn't think you were coming.
You late.

We have much work to do.

We had weather delays,
but we're here now.

I have invested
much capital into building

water and CO2 lines out here

into the jungle.
I'm not gonna have you

cost me any more money!

Okay, excuse me,
sir, uh, me...

Uh, I got this.

Wow, even you don't
speak Vietnamese.

Well, I could in an hour.

Hey!

Okay, good.

Let's get set up.

Cabe and Tim handle the tent.

And let's get
the equipment ready.

Storm's kicking up.

Whoa, nice catch.

No worries.

The case!

Winds caught the tent!
Stake it down!

That chip is the key
to the mission!

Here, Toby!

My side's secure!

Mine, too!

Okay, got everything?

I think so.

This storm was not on our radar.

Literally.

Oh.

Sly?

Guys, there's a storm
headed your way.

After I heard the turbulence
on your flight,

I jumped onto
some weather sites.

How bad?

Just got upgraded
to a category-two storm.

Should reach category three
within two hours

with winds up to 115,
120 miles per hour.

We're in the valley.

The gusts will blow
right through the site.

Yeah, because of the valley's
tight topography,

the effects of the storm
will be severely amplified.

We got to be out of there
before that happens.

Just to recap--

we came here to do two years
worth of work in two days.

And now we only have two hours.

♪ Scorpion 2x21 ♪
Twist and Shout
Original Air Date on March 28, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Hey, Happy,
I'm up and running over here.

How goes it with you?

Ready, I just need
to insert the DSP chip.

Oh, no, no, no, no!

It must've been broken
when the wind

tossed the case
across the site.

What does that mean for us?

It means we can't get any
imaging on anything underground.

We're useless without it.

Guys, I don't want
to be the quitter here,

but if we can't do
what we came here to do,

I say we hurry back to the city
and hunker down in a secure...

No, I'm finishing
what I started!

Respectfully, John, we're kind
of neutered without the chip.

Is there a hospital nearby?

Ultrasound machines run on
similar imaging technology.

They might have the kind
of chip that we need.

It's not gonna be perfect,
but it will do.

There's no hospitals,

but I know the area--
there's a nursing home

five miles away.
I can take you there.

I'll come.
Okay.

Um, Walter can a little brusque.

We want hospital administrators
giving us

their equipment,
not calling the cops.

Don't look so down, buddy.

Have you ever got
a failing grade?

Don't be ridiculous.

Thanks.

Oh, no, hey, hey, Ralph.

What you coded
was incredibly advanced.

Your professor
just couldn't follow it.

People often reject
what they can't understand.

Like my Super Fun Guy opera.

What's that?

I remotely set up the computers

to track the weather in Vietnam.

Oh, no!

This is not good.

Uh, hi, guys?

Sly, are you on comms?

Yes.

And I have bad news.

The storm is

going to reach category three
sooner than I thought.

That does not surprise me.

Okay, stay in communication.
We got our hands full.

We might need you.

Hello?

Hello, do you speak English?

Yes, but I cannot
help you right now.

The storm started
an electrical fire.

We cannot put it out.

We have to evacuate
these people to safety.

We won't slow you down.

We need the DSP chip
from one of your ultrasounds.

What?
It's only a loan.

We need it for our GPR imaging
system that I designed, so--

Walter, my turn. We're working
with the Vietnamese government

to locate the remains
of U.S. servicemen.

This chip will help
our device see underground.

Please, there are

people back home waiting
for their loved ones.

Yeah, uh, inside.
Second door on the right.

Okay, thank you.

But be careful!

There's a lot of smoke in there!

What does he say?

Uh, he's repeating “spectre.”

Come on, come on!

We don't have time for this.
We got to go.

Here, let me help you
get them on board.

Here, I'll hold this.

Over here!

Over here.

Okay.

So we just need to
figure out a way

how to open up the casing,
so we can access the chip.

Hey...

Open.

Yeah, that'll do.

All right, let's go.

Sir, that's it!
You're not gonna fit any more!

I can't just leave
the others here.

I won't get back
before the storm

gets too dangerous for them.

The roof tiles are flying off!

I think it's already
too dangerous for them.

Paige, I got the chip.
We have to hurry.

Walter, we can't abandon
these people.

We're not abandoning them.

Their doctors are with them.

The doctors can't help.

The storm snuck up on everybody.

They're not prepared.

We cannot drive off.

We need to get them
in a building with a basement.

We can use our vehicle
and take multiple trips.

This isn't the city.

I studied this region
on the plane.

It's a flood zone.

You don't build basements
in flood zones.

You can't get them underground.

Uh, are there tunnels nearby?

There are tunnels
just over the hill.

Sealed with aluminum covers.

You start heading
for the hillside.

I'll catch up.
Wait, where are you going?

To get as many thermometers
from the nursing home as I can

before it burns down!

Hold it steady.

Kind of hard when you're
rigging a baby-jogger

in gale-force winds.

Oh, my hat!
Hey!

Hey, both hands on the wheel!

And besides, I can take
a break from that hat.

Me and the hat
are a package deal.

Not anymore.

Just heard from Walter!

He's behind schedule.
What?

We got to set this up,
do a scan and get out of here!

Can't do that without
that imaging chip!

Seems like they ran into
some people in trouble.

No, we're people in trouble.

Yeah, the doctor was right!

They bolted a thick,

industrial aluminum cover
into the frame.

We don't have Happy

or her tools
to get those bolts off.

We don't need tools.

We got thermometers.

What the heck is he doing?

Uh, it's been my experience
to-to wait a beat.

He eventually explains himself.

Now, recently, as a non-toxic

alternative to mercury,
manufacturers started

using a combination
of gallium, indium

and tin in thermometers.

See, you don't always know
what he's saying,

but he explains himself.

The gallium breaks down

the bonds of aluminum,

so you can do this.

See?

They'll be safe in there?

Yeah, the storm will
pass right over them.

What is this man's
problem with me?

What does it matter?

We need to get back
to the excavation site

so we're not in our car,

out in the open
when the full storm hits.

Just hang on!
What is he saying?

Spectre again?

He thinks you're an apparition!

An apparition?

He said he saw you
decades ago!

Do you think he means

your father?

Look.

Do you recognize him?

This is you.

No, my father!

My cha!

Cha?
Yes.

Do you recognize him?

He said your father brave.

He never forgot him.

Soldiers don't forget the faces
of those they've killed.

There was a battle.

Your father died a hero's death

in a stand of white pines
in the nearby valley.

He say he's sorry.

He was just a boy.

Tell him he was
drafted to fight.

Just like my father.

Tell him there is
no forgiveness necessary.

Uh, we really need to go now
if we're gonna find the remains

before that storm hits
the construction site.

Let's go!

Power's up!

We're ready to go!

Uh, no, we're not,
not until we get that chip!

We need Walt!

Speak of the devil.

I got it!

Let's go!

They're almost
at the edge of the third grid.

Well, for someone
who just met and forgave

the man who killed his father,
he seems to be doing okay.

I don't know how he's
keeping it together.

In the military, you learn to
hold your emotions in check--

you need to be on point--
but when the time is right,

you need to acknowledge
and process those feelings,

or they will eat you alive.

That's exactly what I've been
trying to teach this team.

You get any hits?

No, G4 grid is clear,
move on to G5.

Happy, direct the radar
at section G5.

Stay in the area
where the white pines stood,

where that man saw my father.

Please. G5 is part
of the white pine area.

- You have to let me do my job.
- Listen, John,

the storm's almost on us,
and we're still coming up short.

You can go, but I'm not leaving.

Not now that I know
my father's here.

Okay, if this guy
refuses to budge,

there's a good chance he's
gonna be spending eternity

in this valley with his father.

We can't let his grief
cloud his judgment.

Uh, we got something.

Oh, we got a hit.

Happy, focus the radar
on the upper-left quadrant.

Oh, those are shell
casings from an M-14,

and that's the tip
of a rifle bayonet.

Is that dog tags?

Uh, that's exactly what we need.

Something that shows
my father's platoon was here.

Is-is still here.

Sharpening focus.

Does that say “O-V-A”?

“Ova,” as in “Pandova.”

Congratulations, son,
you got your proof.

No one's gonna be digging
on this site now.

Mother Nature might have
something to say about that.

The storm is not
category three anymore.

Something tells me

you're not gonna say it's
turned into a spring shower.

Sadly, I am not.

It is now a concentrated
supercell storm,

and it's brought along
an F4 tornado

that is headed straight for you.

A tornado?

Well, if you're right,
where's the rain?

Likely, a mile away in another
part of the supercell.

Tornado just touched down
in the same valley as you.

Currently three miles out.

Path width, a mile.

A mile-wide tornado?

Mom, I want you
to get out of there.

Calculations say
if you leave right now,

you will barely beat the twister
and make it to the city in time.

Okay, everybody, take
the laptops and the data.

That's the proof that we need
to stop the construction.

Just keep the radar
equipment behind.

Pandova, we need to move!

I grew up in Oklahoma, I know
what a tornado this size can do.

Which is why we have to move.

This twister will rip up
earth five-feet deep,

destroy the remains,
scatter them up to 20 miles,

and it never ends,
no one gets closure.

If we stay,
our lives get closure.

I understand the pain
you're feeling right now.

All we can do is
save ourselves,

which is why
we have to move now.

About that,
the funnel ground speed

has just increased
to 15 miles per hour.

Your window for safe
departure has closed.

You said we could
get out of here.

Yes, you could have, but that
was before the ground speed

increased to 15 miles per hour.

Now, mathematically,

there is no way for you to get
out of that valley in time.

That's fantastic.
So we're dead.

Don't be so negative.

Stating facts is not negativity.

We're in a valley
with no protection

and an F3 tornado
bearing down on us.

- Actually, F4.
- Super.

Since we can't control
the weather, we're toast.

Not necessarily.

Theoretically, we might
be able to do just that.

Do just what?

Control the weather.

Uh, I think we've lost Walt.

He's officially nuts.

Okay, so a tornado needs
hot air to exist, right?

Without it, it's done for.

So we just need to cool the air.

In case you haven't noticed,
it's 80 degrees in the jungle.

Ah-huh, but we're
in the valley.

Look.

We're here.

Now, according to Sly,
the tornado is currently here

and moving toward us.

So if we can somehow cool the
air that is feeding the funnel,

specifically the rear
flank downdraft,

by 15 degrees,
then we can go from twister

to very severe windstorm.

Excuse me, God Complex,
how exactly do you plan

on making it cold in Vietnam?

Dry ice. Remember, the owner
said he had built CO2 lines

out here for his
factory's infrastructure?

Yeah, but how do you
turn CO2 into dry ice?

Easy. Back in the orphanage,

I'd shoot fire extinguishers
into a pillowcase,

seal it up tight, CO2 turns
into dry ice in seconds,

then you can use it all kinds of
ways to get back at mean girls.

She's right, except
for the revenge part.

Have to assume
we're gonna need

more than a pillowcase
worth of the stuff.

Okay, so dry ice has
a latent heat of sublimation

of 571 kilojoules
per kilogram.

So about ten pounds absorbs

2,590 kilojoules of heat.

Walter, what's the answer?

At least six cubic meters.

That's 12,156 pounds.

Which is why we're stealing
those construction trucks.

Our version of the pillowcase

are those dumpster
bags out there.

Assuming we make 12,000
pounds of this stuff,

will we just leave it out there
for the curbside pickup?

Yes.

Here, here and here.

So we drop ice at intervals

to give maximum cold exposure
to the spinning cloud.

That's only half
as gonzo as it sounds.

Well, if this could work,

why don't they do it in Kansas?

It doesn't work
with the flat

topography of
the Midwest.

We're in a valley,

so we know exactly where
the tornado is headed.

It's trapped.

Okay, Cabe, Happy,
Toby and Tim.

Go commandeer the trucks.

Pandova, download
the data that we found

and e-mail it to a U.S. server,
so we can preserve your evidence

in case we don't
make it out of here.

Stay here.

Right, Sylvester, Ralph.

We need real-time data.

That is, wind velocity,
core temperature.

We need to know how fast
and how close that tornado is

at all times, so hack
a government weather satellite.

There will be at least
a ten-second delay

if I get that information
from a satellite.

Ten seconds can mean
life or death.

We need instantaneous
information.

I can't provide that.

Ralph can.
Ralph, you need to link

your software program
to the satellite.

Now, if it can transfer

the Library of Congress
in 5.9 seconds,

then it can get us satellite
data in real time.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

- My professor failed me.
- Who cares?

Y-your professor is a human,
you are a genius.

Now, I have faith in your mind,
but if you don't,

there is no point
in you having your ability.

Ralph?
I can do it.

Hey, need your truck!

Listen, you can't
outrun the storm!

I just got word
from my aunt

that she was rescued
from a nursing home

by a group of Americans.

I assume it
was your team?

It was, and we can save you
and your men if you trust us,

but we need to get your trucks

and a map of the CO2
line you built.

Toby, Tim,
I sent you maps marked

with the CO2 valve locations.

Got it!

Yeah, I'm looking
at it now, Walt.

Sylvester, Ralph, status.

The tornado's
core temp is 81.

The wind velocity
is 240 miles per hour.

and the ground speed
is staying steady at 15.

That gives you 11 minutes
to get the ice in place.

The data has no delay.

Absolutely accurate.

Yeah, so far, so good!

Bag's filling up with dry ice!

Same here!

We've got dry ice! It's working!

Um, Walter,

I'd really like to make the
ice delivery now if we can.

Guys, the funnel is massive.

We need to get every
ounce of the ice

up into it as soon as possible.

We see it.
We're almost at the ice drop.

We're already in position!

Let 'er rip, Tim!

First batch of dry ice is down.

Good, the uplift design
of the wind swirl

will vacuum your ice first.

Now get out of that area so you
don't get sucked up with it.

I'm unwrapping our present as we
speak with my Swiss Army knife.

Business expense.
Take that, Cabe.

I know it's illogical,
but my reptilian brain

is telling me we need
to find someplace safe.

There is no place safe.

The best you can do is head
back to the construction site.

Now, if the dry ice
doesn't work,

you'll at least have
gained a few minutes

before you're sucked
into the tornado.

Thanks, Walter.

You're always
a source of comfort.

Incoming!

Toby just made
a sarcastic comment,

and you didn't respond.
What's wrong?

I didn't realize this pickup
was such a heap.

I can't get it over
62 miles per hour.

The calculations
regarding the drop spot

assumed a faster speed.

Won't get there in time?

You will get there in time
to drop off the ice,

but the problem is the tornado
will be arriving simultaneously.

So when the ice gets
sucked up in the sky,

you guys will be, too?

No, there's not enough time
to stop the truck, unload it,

get back in
and then turn around.

Paige, I'll slow down,
you need to jump out.

Absolutely not.

Paige, please, listen to him
and get out of there!

I am not letting him
drive this truck

right into a tornado.
Hold on.

We might not have to.

Happy, what is the max cable
tension of this tailgate?

About 4,200 pounds,
but I strongly advise against

- what I think you're about to try.
- Well, it's either that,

or we become flying
storm debris.

Now, Sly, I have over
4,000 pounds of ice

in the bed of
a 5,000-pounds truck.

Going 62 towards a tornado
a quarter mile away

heading back at you
at 15 miles per hour.

You know, actually...

the tornado's winds
are slowing

and its temperature is dropping,
which makes me think

Happy's ice
was lifted into the twister

along with Cabe's.

But it is still deadly
and will remain so

until you can get
your ice up into it

to lower its temperature.

I know the risks;
I need the numbers.

How long do we have?

Keep your gas pedal floored
and get ready

to make your move
in exactly nine seconds.

What move?

You're gonna want to buckle in.

I am buckled in!

Then you're gonna
want to hold on!

Ready in six, five...

Four...

Three...

- Come on, kid!
- Two...

one!

It's working!

The ice is getting
sucked up into the funnel.

But it's right behind us.

Yeah, we're going
four times as fast

as the tornado
and the air temp's gonna drop

and it's not gonna be a tornado

much longer.

Hey. Hey!

Hey!

Come on.

The truck broke down.

I think that move was
way too much for it.

Yeah, we're not going four times

as fast as the storm
any more, Walter.

We're going zero.
Zero is bad. Not good.

Walt, you guys gotta
get out of there!

Let's go!
Walt!

Over there!

It's almost on us!

You know what?
We can't get away.

So we're gonna buckle
your arm to the tree!

It'll hold you down.
What about you?

You can't just stay here.

Walter!
Oh!

Hold on, hold on, hold on!

Walter!

Ah!
Ah!

I can't hold on!

I've got you!

Mom, hold on!

Sly, what are we looking at?

The wind swirl is dropping,
but it is still strong.

Letting go now would
definitely still be fatal.

How long?

Winds drop to mere category
three levels in six seconds.

Walter!
I've got you!

I'm not gonna let you go!

Ah!

Walter?

Paige?

Yeah, we're here.
We're still here.

It's over.

The cold air killed the tornado.

Ha!

Uh-huh. You okay?

Yeah.
Bad hair day, but I'm okay.

...belt, the last items.

We have dog tags,
era-appropriate weaponry,

skeletal remains.

MIA status no more.

Thank you for staying
to do more imaging.

Especially after all
that you guys went through.

I know it's important
to you, and to others,

to get the closure that
you... feel you need.

♪ Miles away... ♪

So I just spoke
to the final family,

told them their loved ones
are coming home.

They send their thanks.

That's nice to hear.

So, question.

On the plane,

you talked to Pandova
about closure.

Mm-hmm.

Were you just
pretending to understand

why it's important to them?

I understand the level
of importance to some.

I just don't understand

why it's important.

So I guess I was
pretending a little.

John?

Hey, Mom.

Everyone, this is my mom.

Mrs. Pandova, it's an
honor to meet you, ma'am.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hey, Mom.

I think Dad would

want you to have these.

Oh...

I'm gonna bring
him home, Mom.

Thanks to...
everyone here.

Oh...

I've waited so long.

Thank you.

All right. I'll, uh...

I'll show you to your car.

I understand closure now.

Imagine that woman,
all these years,

keeping hope alive,
never re-marrying.

What is that?

Backup hat.

I keep 'em stashed
all over the garage.

Hey, uh, theoretically,

if, uh, you and I were hitched

and that tornado
had sent me off to Oz,

would you carry a torch

or just shack up with

the next deadly, gorgeous shrink
that crossed your path?

If you must know, I wouldn't.

But only because

it would be impossible
to find someone

that annoys the heck out of me
like you do.

I'm gonna take that.

Oh, and, um, for the record,

that theoretical marriage thing?

You should, uh, you should
chew on that for a while.

- He stole it!
- What? Who?

Who stole what, honey?

Ralph's professor.

The California College of
Science and Engineering

put out a press release

touting Ralph's software
as his own.

He stole Ralph's idea!

He didn't fail me
because it was faulty.

He wanted it for himself.
He knew its value.

Well, we can't let him
get away with this.

We'll hire
the best lawyer in L.A.

Best intellectual
property lawyer?

Specializing in software coding?

Not without a quarter-million
dollar retainer.

This is the underdog getting
picked on all over again.

And I know someone who can
definitely relate to this.

Has anything terrible
ever happened to you?

Car accident?

You want Ralph
to hire Heywood “Jahelpme”?

He's a misfit, he's one of us.

Plus, he'll do it for free.

He just really wants
to win a case.

I like that he fights
for the little guy.

All right.

Guess we have ourselves
a lawyer.

Yes?
Hey.

I just wanted to say

I've been in the field before
with some real brave risk-takers

and you... you can go toe to toe
with any of 'em.

Well, um, when you
calculate the odds,

the risks aren't so risky.

No, you drove towards a tornado.

There's no equation
that makes that safe.

Look, point is,

I was blown away.

Well, we all were blown away.

It was a major windstorm.

It's... that's humor.

That's funny.

Uh, look, you want
to grab a meal?

I would.

But I, um...

I should really call
that woman who came by earlier.

Linda. Right?
Yeah.

Seems like a catch.

Yes.

You know, I figure, logically,

if I have the opportunity
to have dinner

with a smart, beautiful,
kind woman,

then I would be a fool not to.

Yeah. I agree.

All right.

Have a good time, boss.

Not your boss,
'cause you're not on the team.

Hi! You've reached Linda.

I'm out and about,
so leave a message.

Hi, uh, uh, Linda,
this is Walter...

O'Brien...

Uh, you came by my place of work
the, uh, other day

to talk about a date,

so I'm just, um, calling you...

up to arrange the... the date.

So I look forward to discussing
that with, uh, you.

Okay. Uh, bye.

Everyone else is gone?

Yeah.

All took off.

And I am actually
going to meet with Paige.

Paige... and-and you?

Yeah, I took your advice.

I have the opportunity
to have dinner

with a smart, kind,

beautiful woman,

and I'd be a fool
not to go for it, right?

So I asked if
she and Ralph

would like to hit that
diner around the corner, um...

Kovelsky's?

Yes. That's the one.

You know,
I did notice your concern

when Paige wouldn't exit
my vehicle during the storm.

So... you like her?

Well...

I... find her intriguing.

Okay, good.

Well, you have a nice, uh, time.

Okay.

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