All language subtitles for Scorpion 4x21 - Kenny and the Jet

Previously on Scorpion...

I actually just engineered
this water filter.

Tastes like home.

If I can get one of these
to every West Altadenian,

they would choose to use
tap water over bottled

simply because of the taste.

Look at her.

Engaging the constituency
with science.

How about you seize the moment
and ask her out already?

I, uh...

Do you have something
you want to tell me?

You know what, I can't remember.

Well, when you do,
you know where to find me.

Having a baby

means a lot of things
will be out of my control.

That is a hard adjustment
to make, and I feel

like I'm losing
a bit of my identity.

Hey, Patty.
I made this for you.

Cool. Thanks, kiddo.

The UCLA event tonight,

"Trigger Loop
as a Major Determinant

"of Transcriptional Fidelity

and Its Role in DNA Expression."

It doesn't sound so bad.

Yeah, well, I'd rather be at
the swamp with the alligators.

Paige? Uh, bad news.

The lecture was canceled.

It's probably... for the best.

I'm glad you could make it.

I'm psyched.

Well, let's go have
a stimulating evening.

All right,
you can kill the engine.

I get it,
you're on a motorcycle.

I'm sorry, I missed that.

What were you mumbling about?
I said,

you're smoking up my Sanka.

Cool it.
Sheesh.

I'm just having some fun.

We both know
that's not true.

Oh, man, here we go.

Now that you're not pregnant,
you are going buck wild

doing all the things
you couldn't do

when you thought
you were pregnant.

You know, the Amish
have a word for this.

It's called "rumspringa."
I am not a teen

sowing wild oats.

I built up angst
during the fertility process,

and I am letting off steam.

You're doing wheelies
on the freeway.

You're scuba diving at night.

You're eating street meat
from that truck

under the freeway.
That's just dangerous.

You worry too much.

So did I. Maybe that's
why the pregnancy

didn't take.

Wheelies could help our chances.

We're trying again
in a few months,

and it might help our chances
if you do not die.

Speaking
of dying,

I have a diagnosis, Toby.

I'm fatigued. Listless. Anxious.

And according to

Harrison's Principles
of Internal Medicine,

I have Lyme disease.
Hmm.

Let's take a look.
Let's see here.

Pupils are normal.

Pulse is regular.

Head's inflated.

Nothing about you has changed.

Then why do I feel so bad?

You don't have Lyme disease.

You got lying disease.

You feel guilty
for lying to Paige

about going
to that lecture with Flo.

Now your psychological pain,
it's manifesting physically.

There are solutions.

A: Tell her the truth.

Yeah.

It would relive your pain,
but that would hurt her.

So then I-I shouldn't tell her.

Well, that's "B,"
which would spare her pain

but prolong yours.

That is quite the conundrum.

See, this is why I never lie.

You just did it right there.

That being said,
you got to game it out

and decide what to do.

An emotional equation?

A decision chart.

Two columns.

Tell her.

Don't tell her.

And the side with
the most entries

dictates which course

I choose.

Whatever, man.

In the meantime,

should I keep sending her gifts?

What gifts?

"Power Ma-Saw-Ger"?

I don't want this thing. How
much more crap is he sending?

Ma'am, like I've explained,

Skyhigh Buys keeps a
limited number of items

on plane for onboard delivery,

but it doesn't allow
for returns.

Enjoy your massager.

Why is Walter sending
me this junk?

Gift-giving releases dopamine,

triggering sensations
of pleasure.

Too bad
I couldn't give Patty one

at her birthday party.
- Get over it.

And you got to go to Hawaii.

We saw a volcano.

At least I did.

You were on your phone
the whole time

looking at party posts.

Drowning in FOMO.

That's "fear of missing out."

I know what FOMO is.

You shouldn't
have made me miss it.

Look how much fun she had.

Toby says a festive mood

makes people receptive
to new ideas.

Such as?

Asking her out?

You're 13.

Exactly.

It's time we took our
relationship to the next level.

Do what the big kids do.

You don't mean...

Yes.

Movies and go-karting.

Serious stuff.

Look, I know you like Patty,
but there's too big of a gap

between you.
I'm willing to overlook her IQ.

Age gap.

I'm sorry. This is
what parents do.

They protect their kids.

This may be tough
for a little bit,

but it'll smooth out.

Whoa, hold tight.

So, I was saying
the fish-finder I used

might have located the tuna,

but I hauled her in.

My back is still barking
like a terrier.

You can't imagine
what it's like

to endure something
so long and grueling.

Actually, I can.

Excuse me, Morty.

How you doing, pal?

Grip tight enough
on those armrests?

Thanks to the turbulence,
our odds of crashing

have increased
from one in 1.2 million

to one in one million.

We've already crashed once.

What are the odds
we're gonna crash again?

Oh!

Increasing.

See? Look on the radar.

There's a storm coming up.

A storm that the pilots

are aware of
and are going to avoid.

You got to think positive.

Your pitch went well.

The Navy brass, they like
your water filtration system.

Maybe this
will help you relax.

I was happy to accept Walter's
upgrade to business class,

but these gifts
are getting ridiculous.

Thank you. I will try anything

to help soothe my nerves.

This is not soothing!

No.

No onboard returns.

And Ralph wants you
to check out page 44

in the in-flight magazine.

"Destination: Her Heart"?

Is the kid counseling you?

- You got a crush?
- Yeah.

On a woman named Nunya.

Last name, Business.

It's Florence.

I wear bifocals to read menus.

Doesn't mean I'm blind.

I can actually

see you two working out.

I tried to ask her out,
but I fumbled it.

Megan, she was
one in a billion.

She understood me.

She accepted me, loved me.

My anxiety and all.

So the odds
of finding that again are...

astronomical.

I figure it's just futile.

I wouldn't let your head
get in the way of your heart.

Flo's a good egg.

Little tightly wound,
but she's a good kid.

You should ask her out already.

She is intelligent

and kind.

Odd.

Yes, that, too,
but that's part of her charm.

No, the air marshal.

She's acting odd.

How do you know
she's an air marshal?

I'm Homeland.

I made her when we boarded.

She just unbuttoned her coat

to get to her gun faster.

Well, maybe she's just warm.

Now she's
talking to the pilot.

No, there's
definitely something up.

Let me up.

Just when I thought this flight
couldn't get any worse.

So, did your friend tell you
about my tuna haul?

You know, in Hawaii,

they call them mahi-mahi.

I'll-I'll start over.

So, I hadn't had
so much as a nibble.

You made me
from back of the plane, huh?

Guess I need to work

on my poker face.
Marshal Kayla Kakua.

This is Captain Dan Drake.

So, what gives?

During takeoff, a brake
warning light turned on.

Now, it went off right away,
so we figured no issue.

But a few minutes ago,
the nav system picked up

a rogue cell phone signal
that just turned on.

Passenger turned on
their cell phone?

The signal's coming
from the cargo hold.

It could be a phone
in someone's luggage

that got jostled by turbulence
and accidentally turned on.

But it could also be
a triggering device.

You think you got a bomb
on this plane?

Possibly.

I need to go through
every piece of luggage

in that cargo hold fast.

Just not sure how,

given that there's over 400 bags
down there.

I got just the team
that can help you.

There's one of them.

He's a genius.

So sorry.

Most of the time.

Everyone's comm in?

Yeah. Pilot has one, too.
Cabe got us up to speed.

Some flight.

What's next, locusts?

Guys, we got
a lot of work to do,

but we need to do it real quiet.

Overall attentiveness
is up over 40% on planes,

'cause even the best fliers
are on alert

when they're 36,000 feet
in the air.

You give off fear markers,
you could get panic,

and things could get real bad
real fast.

To pinpoint the bomb's location,

you'll need to fabricate
a DVT antenna.

All you'll need
is aluminum foil,

cardboard and copper wire.

From where?

Not like we can stop
and get supplies.

Due to my fear of flying,

I have read every book there is
on airplanes,

and I know that there are miles

of copper wire
in these death traps.

The forward galley's got a panel

for the flight attendant
call buttons

where you can rip some out.

I'll show you.

I can get foil from
the food prep area.

Ralph, go ask the
flight attendant

for one of those coloring
books they give the kids.

- It'll have cardboard backing.
- Sure.

I'll just act like a kid
who enjoys coloring books

instead of quantum physics.

Why don't you just
push me around in a stroller?

I can walk you through

the defusing process
only if you find the bomb.

Airlines customize
their cargo holds--

they're like
mazes down there.

We'll need more than just
manufacturer schematics.

How about an exact replica
of the plane?

FAA has a real-time
location system

that shows North Island Air

has a twin FL 425 plane

by Hangar 29
that is grounded for repairs.

We could go.
Uh, call Homeland for clearance?

Yeah, I'll monitor everything
from here.

Great.

I'm gathering data.

That plane's not the only thing

that could go down in flames.

What's this for?

It's to protect the empty space
between your ears.

We'll split lanes,
we'll get there faster.

Let's go. Lives are at stake.

I couldn't agree more.
Our lives.

Clear.

That thing looks like
a fourth grade science project.

You sure it works?

Absolutely.

In 2009, TV stations

stopped broadcasting
analog signals.

DVT antennas
like this one

were invented to pick
up on digital signals.

We're just using this one to
pick up a cell signal instead.

Clear.

Whoa...

The signal is spiking.

That must mean
there's a bomb in there.

Step back.

Ugly shirts,

khakis and tube socks.

What is that-- your bag?

Shut it.

Bag's clean. No bomb.

I'm still getting a signal.
Check underneath it.

Nothing.

And the container's flush
with the plane floor.

So the bomb must be
under the plane.

You're directly over the wheel
well. It has to be in there.

But how can we know for sure?

Not like we have X-ray vision.

Actually, we do.

How'd you know
the guy sitting next to you

was carrying a fish finder?

It's a long story. Literally.

I've programmed the sonar
to send us two quick pulses.

The second is
phase inverted,

so we should be able
to see a rough image...

now.

Son of a...
That's not a bomb.

It's a person, and from
the size, I think it's a kid!

# Scorpion 4x21 #
Kenny and the Jet
Original Air Date on April 9, 2018

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

A stowaway?

Probably the only person

who's hated this flight
more than I have.

Signal must be coming
from their cell phone.

Probably passed out
from exposure,

turned it on to call for help.

But there's no reception
at this altitude.

Look. They're moving.

They're alive.

Out of 113 recorded attempts
of plane stowaways,

86 have died.

That's a 76% fatality rate.

Not to mention the ones that
have gone unreported since,

when the landing gear opens,
stowaways would fall

to their deaths, sometimes
over open water, never found.

Thanks for the pick-me-up.

Start thinking positive!

How would someone

get into the wheel well
in the first place?

Well, I hacked security footage

of the
Kailua International Airport

just before the flight took off.

And cameras caught a boy
sneaking onto the tarmac

and up to the plane.

Also found
a missing persons report issued

by the Honolulu Police for a
13-year-old named Kenny Layton.

Scanning passenger manifest.

Right here.

There's a Joseph Layton,

45, in seat 27E.

Probably his dad.
I'll tell him what's happening.

We need to figure out a way
to get Kenny out of there.

Happy, you at
the twin plane yet?

We're here.

Made it faster
than expected!

Might need to change my pants.

Okay, stop whining

and tell them
what you told me.

Guys, after four
hours of exposure

to the elements at
that high altitude,

Kenny will have hypoxia.

It's also negative 60 degrees
up there,

so he's gonna have hypothermia.

We're gonna need to get him heat
and oxygen, stat, and Sly,

sync your tablet to my phone

so I can keep track of this kid.

Well, there's a simple solution.

Descend to 5,000 feet
where it's 41 degrees

and there's more breathable air.

Kenny will warm up
and get more oxygen.

We've done it before.
Yes.

Right before we crashed
into a deserted island!

Well, hopefully,
this will end better.

Okay. At 5,000 feet, the
air pressure inside and outside

of the plane will
be equivalent, so you could

cut through the aluminum floor
into the wheel well

and pull Kenny out
without risking the whole plane

undergoing explosive
decompression and crashing.

We could use the Power
Ma-Saw-Ger that Paige gave me.

Paige, you regifted

my massager?

Um... yeah.

It practically drilled a hole
in my leg.

All we have to do is
attach a blade to it.

You're on a flight
from Hawaii,

one of the most popular
scuba-diving spots on Earth.

Divers keep knives
to cut loose in emergencies.

One of the bags had a "diver
down" symbol. We'll find it.

And I will call L.A. air traffic

to clear a runway
for a rapid descent.

I can't believe he'd do this.
We have to get him out of there.

No, no, no. I know you are
scared for your son,

but the best thing to do
for him is to stay calm.

Do not alarm the other
passengers, sit tight.

I'm part of an incredible team
that's working to save him.

The wheel well? Why would he do
such a crazy thing?

You said his mom's in Honolulu,
and you live in L.A.?

Yeah. We divorced a-a year ago.

She got a job in the islands
and moved there with Kenny.

I just visited him this week.

He told me he wanted
to move back to L.A. with me,

but I didn't know
he was so determined.

Kids this age often are.

I know all about it.

Yuck!

It's still wet.

Don't scuba divers
know about mold?

Found it!

Okay.

I'll have the power saw built
and ready to cut Kenny out

by the time the plane descends
to 5,000 feet.

About that...

Storm's getting worse.

We have to fully pass over it

before we can safely descend.

It'll take about a half hour.

No! Kenny could be

dead by then.
His movement is slowing down,

which means
his vitals are slowing down!

I have the greatest sympathy
for the boy's predicament,

but this is a full plane.

We can't lose 200 lives
to save one.

Then we keep Kenny alive

until we can safely descend
and cut him out.

Now, he'll need oxygen and heat,
so how do we get that to him?

Another thing I know

from my crippling, yet clearly
justified, fear of flying--

emergency oxygen on planes
doesn't come from tanks.

Overhead compartments
have chemicals

that create oxygen
via exothermic reaction.

Well, we can use that oxygen
to keep Kenny alive

if we can create a delivery
system to get it to him. Now,

Happy, anything in the wheel
well that could do the trick?

- Only one way to find out.
- Hey. Hey, hey.

Happy, there's lots of sharp
edges in there. It's dangerous.

It's just like the rock climbing
we did the other day.

Yeah,
and that was dangerous, too!

I see built-in
fire extinguishers.

What are those connected to?

Halon. There should be tanks
of it in the cargo hold.

All right, got 'em. Now what?

Replace the halon
with the sodium chlorate

and iron powder
from the oxygen-creating systems

to induce
the exothermic reaction.

I understood everything
up to "replace."

Overhead compartments,
green canisters. Go get 'em!

That's more like it.
Marshal, come with me.

All right.

I'm disconnecting
the halon tanks.

So we can use

those fire extinguishers
to pump oxygen

into the wheel well.

This space would make
anyone feel claustrophobic.

Guys, we're gonna
need a way

to talk with Kenny
so we can calm his nerves

and stabilize him
once he regains consciousness.

There's no cell service,

but if Ralph can
find a Wi-Fi node...

I'll access the node
and reconfigure it

to connect my phone
with Kenny's.

I'll want my comm connected
to my phone, too, so I'll have

to reboot it and be out of
communication for a few minutes.

I see a node.
Talk to you soon.

Kenny won't be talking to anyone

if we don't find a way
to warm him up fast.

He's freezing to death.

Then de-ice him.

The de-icing system
sends warm air

along the wings to the tires,
so if they freeze,

they can be heated
before landing.

Yeah. That air would
warm up Kenny, too.

One problem.

De-icing system
has a governor

that shuts off
after eight minutes.

I can't override it.

It can be done manually

from the master panel
above the ceiling

of the portside restroom.

I'm closest. I can do it.

- I'll help.
- No.

I got this. Trust me.
It's what we do.

Walter, while Ralph's comm is
shut down, and we have a moment,

I need a favor.

Is everything okay?

Ralph's upset
that I made him miss

Patty's party.

He needs someone
to talk to who isn't me.

Besides, I know way too much
about his crush.

Ignorance really would be bliss.

So, you are saying,
if given the choice,

you would prefer
to remain ignorant

of disturbing information?

Yeah, I guess so.
Just take him for a milkshake

and talk to him.
Okay, I need

to find the governor.

I got your sodium chlorate
and iron powder mix.

All right,
help me connect 'em.

Here are the rest!

My cell's connected
to the Wi-Fi node.

I'm ready to call Kenny.
Say the word.

You can't call him.
He's not moving.

Get him the O2 now.

Turning on
the fire extinguishers now.

He's not moving.
Bring the heat.

Found the governor.
I'm switching it off.

Activating de-icing system.

Okay, hot air is going
to the wheel well.

He's still not moving.
I think we're too late.

Well, it takes a while
for the heat to take effect.

He's got hot air

being blown directly on him
in a very confined space.

He's not reacting to it at all.

Not so fast.

He moved!
We got a live one.

Ralph, ring him up.

Already dialing.

Hello?

Kenny, my name's Ralph.

You're looped in
with Team Scorpion,

the geniuses who are
going to save your life.

Huh?

We'll explain later.

The key is, we're gonna
get you out of there.

I just need you
to stay calm and cool.

Can you do that?

Cool? I'm already... freezing.

He's got a sense of humor.
That's a good sign.

- Can I talk to my...?
- Interference.

Spotty reception's inevitable
with a Jerry-rigged system.

Hi. Kenny, my name's Walter.

Can you move any higher
in there?

It'll give you
a better connection.

Uh... yeah, I'll try.

Okay, I might have found
a way up.

Ah! No.

- What was that?
- I think

- I stepped on a wire.
- It must have become

dislodged when he crawled
into the wheel well.

We couldn't have known
it was loose,

but now there is
a short circuit.

Oh, not good.
Why?

It's getting smoky in here!

That's why.

The short circuits must have
started a fire in the engine.

Oh, boy.

Okay, Captain, cut
the engine's electrical supply.

Can't. System's not responding
due to the short.

Is there any other way

- to put the fire out?
- Negative.

And there's barely any ventilation
in these wheel wells.

Guys, we need
to stop that smoke, or Kenny

won't last another four minutes.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is Captain Drake.

You may have spotted some smoke

coming
from the starboard side engine.

We have
a minor mechanical malfunction,

and we'll be shutting it down
now.

But not to worry,
this plane flies very capably

on one engine.

We'll have you on the
ground in L.A. very soon.

Captain, kill the shorted
engine. What's the delay?

I can't shut it off.
The short has made

the starboard engine
unresponsive.

It'll continue to run,
feed the fire

and create smoke
until it runs out of fuel.

I can't...

I can't breathe!

Get as low as possible.

Smoke's lighter
than the surrounding air,

so it'll rise up.

I'll try.

Quick thinking.

You bought us
some extra time.

Well, not a lot!
Kenny's got minutes

before he succumbs
to smoke inhalation.

Can't you dump fuel
or something?

Short's knocked down
all the controls

on the starboard side
of the plane.

We're fenced off.

A fence. That could do it.

We don't have
to dump the fuel.

We need to stop it
from getting to the engine.

We can't do it from
the plane's controls, but...

We can do it manually.

Pulling up
the plane's fuel plans now.

Business class galley.

There's a valve behind
its cabinets that, if turned,

should cut off the fuel
to the engine.

The passengers
are getting worried.

What should I tell them?

Basic mechanical issues.

Tell 'em we work for
the airlines. Everything's cool.

All right.
Let's find that valve.

Copy that.

Nuts!

Look out.

That's the valve!

It worked. The engine's offline,

which should kill the fire
and the smoke.

I'm running a full diagnostic.

Hopefully the malfunction
was contained.

Yeah, I have some numbers
to run as well.

I just want to check
on something.

I'll be with you in a moment.

Looks better in there.

It's easier to breathe.

I want to talk to my dad.

He's cold and tired.
The smoke's dissipated.

We're gonna get him out soon.
Okay.

Hey, I-I thought Hawaii
was better for him,

that I was doing right by him.

My son's 13,
in college,

works on incredibly
dangerous cases

and wants to ask
out a 16-year-old.

They're at
an age where

we want to let them solve
their own problems,

but those problems
have real-life consequences.

It's hard.
All you can do is have

open, honest communication
and hope for the best.

Dad, I'm so sorry.

I-It's okay.

We're gonna get you out of this.
You just need to stay calm.

Be brave.

Okay.

Do we have to tell Mom?

Yeah, I think we're
gonna have to tell your mom.

But it's gonna be okay.
We' all talk it out.

Open communication.

There is a scenario
where I could have listened more

when it came
to Patty's birthday.

It's okay.

Thanks.

Okay.

Just completed the diagnostic,

and we're past the storm.

Anyone nonessential needs
to buckle up.

Joe, you've got
to get back to your seat.

Kenny, hold tight.

I'll see you in a few minutes.

Okay.

Can you give the phone back
to Ralph?

You still with me, Kenny?

Yeah.

Am I gonna be okay?

If your dad's like my mom,

all he cares about
is keeping you safe.

And he trusts us,
so you should, too.

I can't believe
I did something this stupid.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

Adolescence is a bear.

Our reasoning improves,

we can grasp abstract concepts
better,

and we're better at arguing.

But we're also impulsive,
hungry all the time,

and coping
with a lot of new hair.

We're kids who can kind of think
like adults.

It's a confusing time.

Sounds like you have
a handle on it.

I wish.

The kid ready to come out?

Overripe.

All right,
let's get this show started.

Starting our descent.

No! Stop the descent!

I've run the numbers!

Flying on one engine, you won't

make it to L.A.
if you lower to 5,000 feet.

Of course! The air
is thicker at 5,000 feet.

And the plane works harder,
burns more fuel.

So on one engine,
it'll take, what,

- twice as long to L.A.?
- Actually,

on a twin engine plane, you
don't lose 50% of performance--

you lose 75%

due to the weight and drag
of the dead engine.

So three times as long.

That's a problem!

Because the oxygen
and the heat we got Kenny

is just a temporary fix.

You got to get him out
of that wheel well soon!

Then prepare to cut him out.

I thought we couldn't do that

without dropping to 5,000 feet

or we'd cause
a decompression event

- that would crash the plane.
- Not if we create

an air lock.
If we make a sealed chamber,

you can cut from it
into the wheel well.

It'll cause only the air lock
to be depressurized.

The rest of the plane
will be fine.

Solid plan, Walt.

Toby and I will head

to the baggage compartment

to figure out
exactly where to cut.

All right, I'll grab our
saw and a scuba light.

I'll look around here
for something

that could be an air lock.

Somebody fill in the crew.
On it.

Ralph, there's an open seat
next to Kenny's dad.

I want you to buckle up,
keep him company.

But I know the physics of air
locks almost as well as Sly.

I want you to buckle in.

Why? Is the air lock
too old for me?

Now.

You're making
an irrational decision

based on your insatiable
desire to protect me.

Putting me up in the cabin
instead of down here helping

increases the chances
of this plane going down.

So I'm irrational.
Parents are irrational

when it comes to their kids.
Now get your butt in that seat,

or this plane
is not the only thing

that's permanently grounded.

Hi, it's Paige,

Ralph's mom again.

There is a snafu
in the original plan,

but we're gonna get you
out soon.

It might get a little bumpy.

I think we found
our air lock.

Baggage container?

Okay, that could work,

but you're gonna need something
to seal it,

as well as a saw,

uh, some halon,

and something
to pull Kenny up with.

I appreciate a tarp
as much as the next Boy Scout,

but how is nylon gonna stop
this plane from depressurizing?

Well, the tarp may be loose now,

but when you cut
through the pressurized air lock

into the unpressurized
wheel well,

air will rush out,
push the tarp into place,

and form a seal.

Explain why I'm painting this
with halon.

To prevent sparks from igniting
a fire when you start cutting.

All right.

Let's carve into this bird.

Wait!

Due to the sheer volume

of the fuel lines,
hydraulics,

and electronics
underneath the cargo hold,

there's a less than one
in one million shot

of cutting through
without causing some sort

of catastrophic malfunction
that downs the plane!

We've got it covered.

You're up, dingus.

Finally, something
not life-threatening.

Oh!

God, my dorsum.

Okay.

I've got visuals.

You've got a clear path

down 13 inches from the right

and 20 from the top.

The tarp's formed a seal!

The plane is shaking!

Side effect of
the small decompression event.

All's fine as long
as the tarp stays on tight.

Is that normal?

No, but it means
our team's close

to getting Kenny to safety.

Don't worry.
Everything will be okay.

I feel like I'm supposed
to say that to you.

Oh, my God.

Grab on to this!

We're gonna pull you up!

I can't! I can't!

My legs are so cold!

It's all good, son!

He's too weak.

He can't get up high enough
for us to reach him.

I'll go in.

Whoa!

The air lock has ripped!

Hold on!

Hey, we got a problem here!

- Cabe! Help!
- Paige!

What's going on?

The plane's lost pressure.

Paige. Paige!

The air pressure's too strong!
We can't make it up!

- What the hell happened?!
- Turbulence

knocked one
of the containers loose!

It tore the tarp,

unsealing the air lock!

I loosened the strap
holding the container in place!

This is my fault!

Worry about guilt later.

Now seal that hole
or the plane will crash.

The baggage container door

buckled under the decompression!

You may be able to pull it down

and put it over the hole
to create a new seal!

Paige and Kenny
are still down there!

Guys, the suitcases
may come loose!

They could hit the air lock,

topple it,
and create a larger hole!

Causing an even greater
decompression event.

Then just seal the hole!
Don't worry about us!

Wait! Paige,
in case this doesn't work,

if something happens,
then there's something I need

to tell you,
something weighing on me.

Uh...

it has to wait! I'm kind of
in the middle of something.

Do it!

Okay, status report.

Everyone
in the cabin's

all right.

Mom, are you okay?

I'm all right.

But we need to get
Kenny out ASAP.

Whoa!

The plane is diving fast!

I wish I could
hold on longer, guys,

but I got to put this bird
on the ground ASAP,

or risk structural failure.

Oh, great.
We can let Paige and Kenny out

once the plane reaches
5,000 feet.

You'll only have a minute
or two to do so

before the wheel well opens

and the landing gear
gets into place.

Kenny is in no shape
to make it out.

Okay. Keep going.

There you go. Okay.

If we can't get
to Paige and Kenny

before the
wheel well opens,

they'll fall to their deaths.

Not if I tie us to something.

We'll figure out what's strong
enough to hold your weight.

Really? Just jump right down?

Yeah, you wuss.

The rest of you
need to buckle up.

Without a second engine

you're gonna have
a bumpy landing.

Come on, quick, quick.

You know, the odds
of us making it out...

Stuff your odds!

Brace for impact.
Heads down, stay down.

Heads down, stay down... Sir.

You need to get
into brace position.

His mother is protecting my son,
I'm protecting him.

Plane's at 5,000 feet.
Hurry up, Happy.

Uh, working on it.

This might be strong enough.

I'm okay!

I got it!

Paige, there is a ledge

that juts out from the wall.

It's part of the plane's
lift system.

It's bolted in.

The strap won't reach.

Kenny, you hold on to me
as tight as you can.

And I'll hold on
to the ledge, okay?

Then you'll fall out together.

Well, that's not happening.

Paige, the metal is made
of aluminum and steel.

It's meant to be strong,
light and durable,

but not a hand rest.

Now, with wind speed
over 40 knots

and the g-forces around five,

you're far more likely
to slice your hands

or fall out of the plane
than hold on.

Paige, you have a one
in a million shot

of holding on
to that ledge!

Yeah, well, then I'd buy
a lottery ticket,

'cause this is happening.

Now look at me.

I promise I will not let go.

Okay?

You're at a thousand feet.

The wheel well's about to open.

It's opening!

Just hold on
a little bit longer.

700 feet, 500 feet...

400 feet... 300...

A hundred feet,
brace for impact!

Brace for impact.

Heads down, stay down.
Heads down, stay down.

Paige, are you all right?

Paige.

Does anyone have confirmation?

No sign of her, Walt.

We got you, ma'am.
You can let go.

Walt, she's all right.

I'm a doctor, make a hole!

And the boy?

He needs to go
to a hospital,

but his vitals
are sound.

Kenny. Kenny.

I love you so much.

He needs oxygen

and a CT as soon as possible.

Thank you for protecting my son.

Back at ya.

Paige, that's a hell of
a wound you got there.

I'm gonna need to clean
those and close 'em

with a medical adhesive

or you're looking
at a bad infection.

Y-You did all that

for a boy
you didn't even know.

Imagine what I'd do
to protect you.

How are your bumps and bruises?

Your Rumspringa did a
number on my rump-springa.

You know, Happy, just
'cause you made it through

today's events unscathed
doesn't mean you always will.

You're one bad spill away

from me trying to
conceive on my own,

and if I remember med school
correctly, that's a tad harder.

Sweetie,

I know that you
feel fenced in

with all the pregnancy
restrictions,

I just don't want
your bucket list

to end with you
kicking the bucket.

I'm not racing motorcycles
and bouldering

because of some pre-pregnancy
bucket list.

I am doing it so
I don't have to think

about the number one thing
on my actual bucket list:

having a baby.

Listen, I get it.
I think it's good

to let off some steam.

Just, how about something that
won't land you in the ER?

Bull riding.

There's a new place
in the arts district

with mechanical bull riding
and a lovely soft cheese plate.

Is that adventurous enough
for you?

Deal.

We're taking a car.

Fantastic.

I'm excited to work with you.

The military ordered my filters.

Well done, kid.

I know that was
a long-shot sale.

The odds weren't great.

Neither were the odds of us

all walking away
from that landing.

You've been beating a lot
of long-shot odds today.

If you can do that,

then surely,
a great fella like you

can meet two special women
in one lifetime.

You owe yourself
that chance.

Hell, you owe Flo that chance.

You're right.

Next time I see her
I'll ask her out.

And Kenny's
completely fine now?

Yeah. My mom got a
call from his dad.

Full recovery.

That's amazing.

Twice as exciting
as my birthday party.

Only thing of note
was that Pat G.

ate so much cake
that he barfed on Allison F.

Sorry I missed it.

'Cause, well...

'Cause I like you, Patty.

And not just as a friend.

You're special to me.

So...

I was wondering...

maybe we could go on a
date or something. Maybe.

Ralph, you are the smartest,

most confident and coolest
13-year-old ever,

but still a 13-year-old.

There's too much of
an age difference between us.

And I'm be heading
off to college

at the end of next year.

But I'm already
in college, kinda.

Another thing
that makes you so amazing.

I've never been
more flattered.

And the fact that someone so
special finds me special...

Thank you, Ralph.

I want us to always be friends.

Forever. Okay?

And I know that you're
gonna meet an amazing girl,

who's gonna be
way cooler than me.

I don't know if
that's possible.

It'll happen.

Hi. How'd it go?

It hurts, Mom.

I know.

But it'll get better.

You were right,
I shouldn't have told her.

No, you were right.

Sometimes I have to let you
do things that'll hurt.

I can't always
try and protect you,

even though I want to.

Okay.

How are your hands?

Hurting, but they'll heal.

How's your heart?

Hurting, but it'll heal.

How about we stop by Vidiots
on the way home

and grab some classic "B" movies
and make a night of it?

Okay.

Meet you at the car.

Hey, ready to go?

I've got a night of astronomy
planned for Ralph.

Rain check?
He's having girl trouble

that I plan to mend with pizza
and bad horror movies.

He must be in pain.

Yeah, me, too.

When he hurts, I hurt.

I just wish I could carry
the pain for him, you know?

Yeah, I understand
what that's like,

not wanting to see
someone you love be hurt.

It's logical to want

to protect them
from unnecessary pain.

Yeah, it is.

Is there something that
you want to say, Walter?

Uh...

No, not at all. Why?

When I was on the plane you said
that there was something

that you wanted to say
that was weighing on you.

And then everything
went haywire.

Well, I was, uh, concerned

that the plane
was gonna crash,

so I felt guilty

that I-I'd never told you

that you're the love of my life.

Thank you.

And you're the
love of my life, too,

but y-you told me
you loved me before.

Yeah, I know. I just...

wanted you to know... how much.

Mmm.

That's very sweet.

Okay.

Oh, Walter...

What are you lying about?

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