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Prepare to surrender.

Man, I am out
of practice.

We need to start playing
as much as we did

when you were
crashing with me.

Wow.

You do suck today.

Maybe we should go down
to the alley.

Your dad should be here soon.
Don't try to get out

of this butt-whuppin'.
I texted him and I told him

to come up here
to meet us.

Thanks for, uh,
throwing work his way.

He needs the scratch.
It's been a slow couple

of months at his garage.

Hey! Who's winning?

Hi, sweetheart.
Hey.

How are you?
Good.

Cabe, you ready to go check out
your LeMans?

Love them old Pontiacs, huh?

Actually, I didn't ask you here

about the car. I, uh...

I need to talk to you
about something else.

I don't understand.
Me either.

What's going on, Cabe?

A few days ago,
I got a call from the FBI.

They arrested Sonny Dubin.

They want me
to convince you

to help them.

Who's Sonny Dubin?

Dad,

who's Sonny Dubin?

He runs a stolen car ring,

and years ago,
when I still drank a lot,

before you were back in my life,
I used to blast VIN numbers

off of vehicles he brought
to me for a few bucks.

His operation has grown
since you worked with him.

He's now using those cars
to smuggle drugs over the border.

I didn't know anything
about drugs.

I was just wiping VINs.
I know.

But with drugs,
bodies end up in the desert.

Feds want to RICO Dubin.

And they want me to testify.

I don't know anything, Cabe.

The guy would send me cars,
I'd do my thing,

he'd take 'em back--
that was it.

That's all you got to say
in court.

This Dubin guy
kills people,

and you want my dad
to take the stand against him?

Are you crazy?
If he doesn't,

the Feds arrest him,
they put the word out

that he's turning
state's evidence.

Dubin's guys can get
to him in a lockup

a hell of a lot easier
than they can

if he's on the street.

God.

But I worked out a deal.

You cooperate,
you get two years.

Two years?

They transfer you to a prison

out of state.
They give you a fake name.

You'll be safe.
But you have

to self-surrender
by midnight tonight.

You're ambushing him.

I'm trying to help him.

Patrick,

if you don't cooperate,

the Feds will arrest you,

and you'll be incarcerated
without protection.

If you run, the Feds or Dubin's
guys will eventually find you.

Testifying is your only option.

Don't listen
to him.

He's not a genius.
There are other options

that he can't figure out
but I can.

The Feds put you
in a bad spot, huh?

All right.

I don't blame you. I...

I'll take the deal.

I do blame you.

I thought we were friends.

I'll talk to her.

This is Cabe Gallo.

Do you smell that, Sly?

That's the smell
of ionic polymer metal

composite overheating.
That's the smell of your defeat.

Yeah, well, you smell that?

That is the smell...

of me...

Where's this going?

...beating you.

Why would that have an odor?

That has an odor.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

The victor!

No. You didn't pin me.

I just had a malfunction.

Hey, Ralph, can you

help me out with this motor?

I wouldn't be of much service.

I'm a bit distracted today.

What's wrong, buddy?

Something at school.
What is it?

Physics? Calculus?
We can help.

Two girls asked me
to the Valentine's dance.

We can't help.

I don't know who to pick.

I don't want to hurt
anyone's feelings.

All right, let's
break this down.

Did you notice you were
touching your chest

while speaking
to either lady?

That would indicate which gal
most piques your interest.

That's an easy
solve. Take them both.

Alternate dancing with them
every other song.

Efficient.
I don't think

they'll like that very much.

Ralph, don't stress.
The probability

of either of these girls
being the one

is very low.
Only two percent

of childhood sweethearts
wind up together.

Sweethearts? What are you guys
chatting about?

Nothing. Sociology.

Ride's here.

Got to go.

Bye...

- What just happened here?
- Here?

Nothing.

Does Ralph have a sweetheart?
Sorry,

can't answer. Bro Code.

Yeah. Bro Code.

Ow! Ralph got asked
to the Valentine's dance

by two different girls
and he doesn't know what to do!

Why wouldn't

- he come to me with this problem?
- Yeah, boys love

to go to their moms
with girl problems.

And he trusts us
to give sound advice.

About girls? What's next?

You guys gonna teach him
how to play football?

- I don't like this.
- Okay,

gather up.
Got a call from the CIA.

That football comment--
that was sarcasm, right?

No, she really thinks you should
teach Ralph how to tackle.

I think that was more sarcasm.

Okay, we got a case coming in
on a secure line

from CIA Agent Harris Markman,
Eastern Europe Desk.

Where's Happy?
She should hear this.

She just texted.

She's gonna need a minute.
Something with her dad.

We'll fill her in later.

Only thing they
told me about this

is that it's time-sensitive.

- Time-sensitive's an understatement.
- Agent Markman.

Well, we got a good connection.
The floor's yours.

Thank you, sir.

Two weeks ago, a CIA agent
in Sardovia was murdered,

and his jump drive containing
the names of Sardovian nationals

spying for the U.S. was stolen.

These nationals have risked
their lives for years,

feeding us data
on an Eastern Bloc dictatorship

that repeatedly violates
human rights.

The list of their identities
is encrypted,

but the Sardovians have already
managed to break a couple names.

How can you be sure?

Two of our informants
were killed.

Given the rate of decryption,
we suspect they're using

an Enigma-type machine
to crack the code.

A stream cipher,
likely working off

of various algorithms
simultaneously.

The names on the list
are individually encrypted

for exactly this scenario,
so they have to be cracked one by one.

But if the
encryptions were all generated

by the same program,
as the cipher decodes them,

it'll pick up
on idiosyncrasies

of the programmer,
becoming more efficient.

You don't have weeks

to get your contacts out--
you have days, tops.

We've extracted everyone
on the list, except for one.

Natalya Abelev.

The chess grandmaster?

She's ranked first in the world.

Natalya's father, a journalist,

spoke out against the regime,
so they incarcerated him.

He died in prison.

She's been working
with us since.

Her celebrity allows her to meet
with heads of government,

see parts of the nation regular
Sardovians have no access to.

She's been a wealth
of information.

We owe it to Natalya
to keep her safe.

We have to get her a code word,
“green beans.”

Code words.

“Green beans” is two words.

Um, yes,

it is. Anyway, that's our signal

for an emergency extraction.
She knows where to meet us.

That sounds easy enough.
What's the catch?

She's been sequestered
by the Sardovian government

ahead of the International
Chess Championship,

which starts tomorrow.
Only people

she interacts with
are her state-sponsored security

and the players
that sit across her board,

from now
until the tournament ends.

Well, if Cipher only has
her encrypted name to solve,

it'll crack it before then.

They'll know she's been spying
for the U.S. They'll kill her.

That's why we need your help.
There are two wild card spots

remaining. We need at least one
of those spots

to go to one of you.

It's an open, online competition

that starts within the hour.

If anybody can win their way

into this tournament
on such short notice,

it's Scorpion.

They play through the
tournament, reach Natalya,

and pass along the...

...code words.

Then I'll take her safely across
the border.

When are we heading out?
Scorpion's booked on a flight

to Sardovia leaving
in two hours.

But, Agent Gallo, we need you
to sit this one out.

Is there a problem?

If fake credentials are spotted,
this all falls apart.

So everyone goes in
as themselves.

Gallo's a federal agent.

They'd never let him
into the country.

Understood.

Have to go now.

I'll see you at the tournament
in 14 hours,

fill you in
on the extraction plan then.

Okay, get online

and one of you win your way
into that tournament.

What's the holdup?

We don't play chess.

Not anymore.

Why the hell not?

Why are we looking
at a coat hook?

That is not a coat hook.
That is a coat rook.

Wound up in this wall
five years ago.

After a weeklong
chess tournament.

A tournament
that went horribly wrong.

You threw a rook in the wall?

Wasn't me.

Nope.

It was a three-way tie
for points.

I was about to engage
a masterful attack,

the Bishop's Gambit,

but then Walter sneezed
on my knight.

It was an accident.
J'accuse!

My knight was covered
in your mucus.

The one piece I needed
just happened to be the one

you doused with your filth.

One, I do not have the ability
to aim my mucus.

Two, you could have cleaned it off.
Not without

touching it. I played half
the game with a dead pony!

At checkmate, Sly whipped
this rook at Walt's head.

Not a half bad arm.

It was unbecoming.

So we vowed
never to play the game again

for the sake of the team
and our friendship.

All that over

a board game? Being petty is

no way to live a life.
Chess is not a board game.

It's the ultimate test
of genius and strategy

since the seventh century.

It's all about probabilities.
After the first three moves,

there's 121 million
possible positions.

Well, it's really a
game of psychology,

anticipating your opponent's
move before he knows himself.

- I see. Still a board game.
- You can call it whatever you want.

But it's so intense
Sly has to wear a mouthguard

because he grinds
his teeth when he plays.

Just wait
till you see his victory dance.

All right,
I've heard enough.

We got a woman's life
at risk.

Two of you will play
in that tournament.

I'm out. Chess is
a gateway game.

Start with pawns, wind
up at the poker table.

And Happy doesn't play.
There's no building involved.

All right, Happy can run point
from the garage.

She's taking care of something
with her dad for a little bit.

Walter and Sylvester, you guys
log on to that wild card match

in ten.

You guys gonna be able

to get your head
in the game by then?

♪ Try to be best, 'cause
you're only a man, and a man's ♪

♪ Got to learn to take it ♪

♪ Try to believe,
though the going gets rough ♪

♪ That you got to hang tough
to make it ♪

♪ History repeats itself ♪

♪ Try and you'll succeed ♪

♪ Never doubt that you're the one ♪
Let's do this.

♪ And you can have your dreams ♪

♪ You're the best around ♪

♪ Nothing's
gonna ever keep you down ♪

♪ You're the best around ♪

Checkmate!

♪ Nothing's
gonna ever keep you down ♪

Too easy.
♪ You're the best ♪

♪ Around ♪

Oh, one more. That's two.
Checkmate.

Nice!

I'm in!

♪ You're the best ♪

I'm a wild card.
So am I.

I had enough time to make this.

Look at that.

It's quite lifelike,
isn't it?

Hey. Just got to the tournament.

Flight was bumpy.

I'm sorry-- I got a mouth
full of Georgian pizza.

How you doing? When I left

you were kind of off.
I'm just

helping my dad with some stuff.

You know, I was
reading markers on Cabe

when he said you
were with Patrick.

I can tell he's
worried about you.

Cabe doesn't know anything.
I'm fine.

I got to go, okay? Bye.

Don't blame Cabe.

He's trying to help,
there aren't any options.

Not necessarily.
I may have an idea.

Happy, I know this is hard
for you to accept, okay?

I'm going to lockup.

Okay, but that doesn't mean
you have to stay there.

How much farther?

End of the block.

Oh, well, I hope your hands
don't freeze in the cold.

Might affect your game.

I could beat you
with my feet.

Hey, look, there's Markman
in front of the tournament hall.

Hey, look,

there's Markman
getting arrested.

Keep moving,
they haven't made us yet.

There's an airport
three miles behind us.

Maybe we should
just go home.

Even if we reach
Natalya now,

who are we supposed
to deliver her to?

No Cabe,
no Markman.

Guess we have to
save her on our own.

Thought we were just here
to play chess.

♪ Scorpion 3x16 ♪
Keep It in Check, Mate
Original Air Date on February 13, 2017

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

We're at the competition, but we
still have no idea what to do.

We need to get a breakdown of Markman's
extraction plan from the CIA.

Markman was the only one
who knew the plan

for security purposes, and
as far as the CIA's concerned,

you guys do not exist.
Just get our target

to the Belarus border,

ten miles from the city center.

There's CIA on the ground,
and they'll help.

Just focus on
getting Natalya alone

and smuggling her
over the border.

If they knew of Markman,

for all we know they figured out
Natalya already

and grabbed her as well.

Negative.
There she is.

Well, if they knew
she was a spy,

she'd be arrested,
so they must have

just been on Markman's tail
as a potential infiltrator

and picked him up.

So for now, Natalya's safe.

Look at that security detail.

How do we get her alone?
Ladies' room.

Can't you hold it
until we figure this out?

Her guards are all male.
They won't follow her

into the ladies' room.
She'll be alone there.

Oh, that's a good call.

Whoever winds up
playing Natalya

tells her to head
to the bathroom.

Oh, copy that. I'll tell her.
No.

I'll tell her, because I will
make it to the championship.

Oh, yeah, that's what's
important right now.

Oh, look, everybody's headed
into the competition room.

You putzes go play;
Paige and I'll

figure out
the Natalya of it all.

No comms. People see you

with 'em, they'll think
you're cheating.

Fine,
as someone with my ability

wouldn't need that advantage

anyway.
Mmm, not when you can just

blast 'em with bacteria.
It was dusty.

Focus. This
isn't about the game.

This is about reaching Natalya
as soon as possible.

And you all said it yourselves:
it won't be long

before the decryption machine
cracks her name. Let's go.

Welcome, chess fans,
to the annual

International
Chess Championship.

The best players
in the world

have gathered to compete
for the title.

Take your assigned seat

and prepare for commencement
of the opening round.

Not much competition here.

Bunch of kooks and amateurs.

Case in point:

Chester Perozzi.

He won't play

without his
noise-blocking headset.

He thinks his opponents send
out subliminal audio messages

to disrupt his concentration.

I played him in a juniors
tournament eight years ago.

Wiped the board with him.

Natalya Abelev has just
entered the main stage.

Sardovia's star player is
the reigning queen on the board.

She's in pool one,
but we're both in pool two.

And the first chance
we'll get to play her

is in the finals.

May the best man win.

I plan to.

Players, take your seats.

Round one will begin
in two minutes.

No vents, no windows.

How do we get Natalya
out of here?

Oh, it's too bad she's a she,

there's a big window
in the men's room.

I can't get her out that way.

What are you doing
in the men's room?

Do you really want me
to answer that question?

The women's room
and the men's room

share a wall.
Just cut through and you'll have

a clear exit.

No, that's not an exit
as much as a 40-foot plummet

to her death.

- Oh, great, so we're screwed.
- Not necessarily.

I have an idea. Uh, love bug,

we'll check in with you later.

Paige, it's time to carbo load.

What are those?

They look a lot
like prison specs.

Yeah, well, you look
a lot like a jerk.

Hey, if you're thinking about

hacking into the
jail's network

to help your father,
think again.

Or what, you gonna
arrest me, too?

No, and I know
I can't stop you.

You're smarter than me
and you'd just

figure out a way
to go behind my back.

Like you did to me.

I tried to help your dad

because I care about you.

If you try to spring
him from that place,

it's only gonna
make things worse

when the U.S. marshals
find him.

And they will find him.

You're supposed to be brilliant.

Act like it.

Best of luck.

Luck is a construct
for the untalented, so

let's play chess.

I must break you.

Checkmate.

Checkmate.

Checkmate.

Pleasure.

Checkmate.

Checkmate.

Is this your first time playing?

Checkmate.

I'm stumped.

I got three ways I can beat you,

but I don't know which to use.

Know what,
I'll use the pawn.

They never get to be the hero.

Checkmate.

Well, looks like we're
playing each other next.

And the winner
plays Natalya.

One of us should forfeit.

We have to reach her
before Cipher cracks her name,

and there's no telling
how long our match could take.

That'd be a wise move.

Yeah.

Fine. You want to play?
I have ten minutes to kill.

Know what my nickname was
in chess club?

Susie?

The Chess Vulture.

Because I peck away
at my opponents

until there's nothing left
but a rotting carcass.

That's dumb. Any other bird
would work in that analogy.

I'll gonna call you the Chess...

Ostrich.

That would be wrong,
because I'm the Chess Vulture.

Will Mr. Dodd and Mr. O'Brien

make their way to
the chessboard?

I got baking soda and more dough
than Warren Buffett.

How goes you?
Okay. I'm going in.

Hey, can I get that

vodka on the rocks, please?

Right under the men's room.
This'll be your landing zone.

Ugh, it stinks.
Yes, it is a Dumpster.

Just help me
put in the ingredients.

Are you sure this is gonna work?

The lemon juice
and baking soda will act

as a rising agent,
only faster and fluffier.

It'll be like landing on
a giant muffin.

And speaking of muffins,

how about our stud muffin
Ralphy-boy, huh?

Two dates,
one dance.

Takes after Uncle Toby.

Yeah, I wouldn't know
much about it,

since he seems to only want to
talk about it with the IQ Crew.

Ralph came to us because
we think like him.

Yeah, about
sciencey stuff.

Matters of the heart
are my territory.

If he doesn't need me for
that, he doesn't need me

for anything at all.

You guys should
stay in your lane.

You're mad at us
for helping your son?

You're the one who said being
petty is no way to live a life.

Don't use my words against me,
I hate that. Okay, I'm done.

All right, just set it and forget it.

Okay. This gets her out of
the building, now how do we

get her out of the country?

You guys'll
already be in the Dumpster,

just stay there.

Toby can hot-wire
a garbage truck,

haul away the Dumpster,

have Walt and Sly jump into the
back, and drive into Belarus.

Oh, yeah,

just that easy.

It's a smart plan.

If you guys get stopped,
the guards aren't likely

to dig through the trash.

Now, there is a municipal
vehicle depot

five miles outside of the city.

Walter.

Walter.
What?

Natalya...

Natalya is about to win.

We need to settle things
up here

so one of us can go
sit across from her ASAP.

Fine. You forfeit.

You're losing anyway.

One, I am not losing.

You are falling into
a classic Monticelli trap

and you don't even
see it, and two,

I'm a Grandmaster.

If anyone should forfeit,
it is you.

It appears Dodd and O'Brien are
having words with each other.

One can only imagine
the advanced

psychological gamesmanship

these two skilled players
must be engaged in.

The Chess Raven, the Chess
Possum, the Chess Weasel.

Any one of those
is better than

the Chess Vulture.

Fermented fish is disgusting;
everybody thinks so.

Right, well, Super Fun Guy
is dumb.

Who fights crime with
a rubber chicken?

No one.

Super Dumb Guy.

Still smarter than playing chess
without a bishop.

Ooh. That's right.

That just happened.

Caw!

Oh.

Okay, Happy,
I'm staring at a solid wall.

How do I get through it?

It's Cold War era,
Soviet bloc construction.

It is cheap Sheetrock
that is most likely weak

from decades of water damage.

Just crack the shell
and peel that egg!

With what?

$200.

I don't know about this.

It's simple.

After you self-surrender,
they process you in this room.

You see the emergency exit
to the right of the desk?

As soon as the clerk
goes to the back

to catalog all
your personal effects,

I'll turn off the alarm.

When the light

above the door
switches off, you walk.

I'll leave

a cuff key under a brick
in the alley outside.

I don't know, Happy.

You'll need to get as big
a head start as possible.

Have a lot of
personal effects on you

so the clerk will take a while

to enter all of them
into the system.

This could go very bad.

They won't catch you.

Just leave the junker
at the corner

with the keys under the mat.

You can get to the border
in a few hours.

Okay, what if they trace it
back to you? Then what?

They won't.

Dad, unless you want to go
to prison, you need to trust me.

I need to take a walk.

I need to think.

Okay.

But I just got you back
in my life.

I don't want to lose you now.

Natalya Abelev appears
to be no more

than one move away
from a spot in the finals.

Meanwhile, the Americans
continue to lock horns.

That's a move
you're gonna want back.

But as my Uncle Hortance

always said,
“You can't untoast bread.”

What was his other expression?

Oh, yeah.
“You're a loser, O'Brien.”

You did it again!
Son of a butcher!

I think I'm

coming down with a cold.

I knew it!

You just have to be the best
at everything, don't you?!

You couldn't let me have
this one thing!

Oh, I suggest you regain
your composure and make a move.

We have a case to complete.

Unless, of course,
you can't continue playing

for some reason.

Your jejune antics
are sadly not surprising,

so I came prepared.

Checkmate goes to...

the Chess Vulture!

Caw-caw! Caw-caw! Caw-caw!

All right.
Caw-caw!

Sylvester Dodd is moving
on to the finals!

Caw-caw! Caw-caw!
And he seems to be engaged

in some kind of victory ritual.
Caw-caw!

- Ca...
- Mr. Dodd?

I'm the official scorer
for the tournament.

And you would like an autograph?

Absolutely.

I hate to be
the bearer of such news,

but you disrupted
the board before

it could be certified.

Under international rules,
you are disqualified.

Huh?

You heard the woman.
You broke the rules.

You lose. Madam,
I am ready

to play for the championship.
I am so

sorry, Mr. O'Brien.

Technical disqualification
does not erase your loss

to Mr. Dodd.

So,

Mr. Perozzi will ascend

to the championship round.

In an unprecedented
turn of events,

Chester Perozzi will now
be playing Natalya Abelev

for the title!

Now neither of us will sit

across from Natalya.
We have

no way to get
the message to her.

We checkmated ourselves.

You can see right here
on the replay

few pieces survived
the impact.

Just a black eye

for the game of chess.

Not good.

- Well, what's not good?
- Those idiots

just got themselves
kicked out of the tournament.

Guys?
Chester Perozzi is set to play Natalya.

We have no way
to get to her now.

Well, whatever you two did,
undo it. You need to get back

to the tournament
and give Natalya the code word.

Why are you whispering?

'Cause the only thing

separating me
from the men's room is

a thin layer of shoddy Soviet

workmanship, and I think
it's best that nobody hear me.

That's how we get Perozzi
out of the tournament--

with something no one can hear.

We use infrasound on him.
Toby, can that work?

Theoretically,
but you'd have to be precise.

- What's infrasound?
- Sound waves

emitted at a frequency lower

than what humans
can consciously hear.

It causes adverse reactions:
vertigo, nausea, panic.

He's gonna want
to get out of that room ASAP,

which'll get him disqualified.

And Walter is next in line

to play Natalya.
Right.

We just have to hack
Chester's Bluetooth headphones

and upload
an infrasound audio file.

To disrupt the guy's

autonomic nervous system,

you're gonna want to isolate
everything below 20 hertz.

We're on it. Let's go.

Look what I learned
from my main squeeze.

I have hacked
Perozzi's headset.

And I have isolated the
infrasound from a tiger's roar.

It's known to cause
paralysis in humans.

I'm sending you the file now.

Okay. Got it.

Sending it off to Perozzi.

It's working.

He looks awful.

Mr. Perozzi?
Mr. Perozzi?!

A stunning

turn of events!

Perozzi has left the stage,

apparently quite ill,

forfeiting his position!

He's heading
to the bathroom! Paige,

stop breaking the wall!

God.

What did you do to the guy?

He'll be fine.
We're the ones in trouble.

We're running out of time!

That cipher machine can't have
much longer to go.

Happy?

Hey. You ready to do this?

What are these?

Keys to my garage
and tow truck.

If you could run the engine
once in while

so it doesn't seize up,
I'd appreciate it.

Because you'll be locked up, or
because you'll take my offer?

Guys.

You here for your prisoner?

Patrick, we need
to be there by midnight.

Those were the terms.

Yeah, I understand.

And I hate to do this,

but regulation says
I need to cuff you

to bring you in.

Can I have a moment
with my daughter?

Sure.

Thanks.

The door will open.

I'll have the
truck at the corner.

Keys under the mat.

You need to walk me
down the aisle.

Ladies and gentleman,

the championship match
is about to commence.

Overhead microphones
will be turned on

above their board
so every aspect

of the gamesmanship
can be experienced.

Guys, they have mics
on the match!

Walter can't tell Natalya
to head to the bathroom

without everyone hearing,
including her security!

Well, I am knee-deep in drywall,

Toby's in a stolen
garbage truck,

and there is a

chess nerd barfing
his brains out.

We're in too deep to quit.

Walter will think of something.

I've really enjoyed
my visit to Sardovia.

It's a beautiful nation.

I've grown very
fond of the food.

Gregorian pizza,
fresh vegetables,

rhubarb, beets...

green beans.

There's much to love
about our cuisine.

I know a great spot
to get green beans,

always fresh.

The players are oddly chatty
during this final round.

Much discussion about produce.

Yes, I am aware
of that spot,

but I know a place
with fresher options.

It's so good, it really
is the only option.

What's he doing now?

He just moved a knight to C3,

and faced it outwards,

towards the numbers.

- Why? Is that a chess thing?
- No,

it's a checkers thing.
Of course it's a chess thing!

The knight is facing sideways

in space C3-- he's telling her
to look at that space

from a different angle.

Because from a side angle,
that 3 looks like a “W.”

That gives you W.C.,

short in Europe
for “water closet.”

Which means bathroom, I got it.

Let's just hope
Natalya does, too.

I don't
know what to do.

There's so many ways
to look at this move.

Finish your move already.

Checkmate.

That's it!

It's over!

Natalya Abelev has
defended her title

in what may go down as

the oddest championship
match we've ever seen!

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What's happening?
Is she headed this way?

Yes, but it's
too crowded.

We're beginning to
lose sight of her.

You're not the only ones
looking for her.

I think it's safe to say

the cipher has cracked the code

and the state police
are after our chess queen.

Walter!

I am alone in a damn bathroom
and I need to know

if Natalya is headed this way
because this place

is crawling with cops
and if we can't save her,

we need to at least
save ourselves.

Green beans?

Oh, yes!
Green beans!

Totally green beans!
Guys, I got her!

Toby, get that truck
in the alley now. Stand back.

Okay. Okay.

Okay, slide
under that door.

Uh...

Don't mind us. Feel better.

Okay, we need to jump.

What's in there?

Dumpster bread.
It'll break our fall.

Theoretically.

They're in the
ladies room!

Come on,
time to go!

You can do it.

Okay.

Oh!

Order of bread, coming up!

They saw us.
Walt, our cover's blown.

We need to pick you boys up

and get over the border, stat.

We're on the street,
headed to the southeast corner

of Alexandra Plaza.

We have company.

Guys, you need a plan.

A garbage truck from the 80s

does not have the horsepower
to outrun

a fleet of cop cars.

We need a knight block;
separate the cop cars

from the trash truck.

That'll only give us
a small head start.

They'll catch up.

What we need is
a queen's swap;

a classic
slight of hand

to get Natalya out
of the Dumpster.

Only Natalya? Nice try,
but if we're sacrificing a pawn,

it ain't gonna be me!

But I'm right.

Really?
Who got to the finals?

Wha-- shut up!
You've been fighting all day.

so block a knight,
swap a queen, sacrifice a pawn,

whatever, just do it now.

Even if we get away
from the cops,

how are we gonna
get over the border

in a garbage truck that's on
every alert in the country?

You don't go over the border,
you go under it.

Remember, the city center's
only ten miles

away from the border,
and during the Cold War,

Soviet nations
shared infrastructure.

I'm looking up sewer plans

for the capital of Sardovia.

Okay, got it.

Pipes go right under
the border into Belarus.

If you drop into the pipes
at Gruschev Tunnel,

you can walk right
out of Sardovia, unseen.

Toby, where are you now?

Half a mile from
Alexandra Plaza.

You need to circle back
here fast.

Hey! You guys
all right?

You find us a lift
once we hit Belarus?

Walter's on the phone
with Cabe.

Thought you were driving
over the border.

How'd you end up
in the sewer?

Sly and I knew we had to
come up with something.

Something bold that would
eliminate our attackers,

but preserve our pieces.

So we both thought of
the Bishop's Gambit

at the same time.

It's a three-move
strategy;

the knight blocks,
the queen is swapped out

and a pawn is sacrificed.

And our first move was a knight
block to cut off the cop cars.

Thank you.

When I saw the horse statutes

earlier in the day,

I noticed the legs
were oxidizing

and cracked from cheap
bronze-magnesium alloy.

The magnesium
burns quickly,

especially when mixed with
the potassium chlorate

found in the sparklers
being sold

by the street vendors
to tourists.

As heat weakened the metal at
the base, the horses fell.

Next we needed to get
out of the Dumpster.

That was the queen swap.

I am destroying
these shoes today.

The fallen horses gave us
a 15-second window

to get out of the
truck without being seen.

Next part was
the pawn sacrifice,

starring yours truly
as the pawn.

Cops were after their queen,
so I knew they'd ignore me.

But my sacrifice
wasn't too risky

because I had the lovely
and talented Happy Quinn

directing me to the nearest
drain capable of receiving

my lithe, fit body.

Just got a text from Homeland.

Walt, they'll be sending you

the rendezvous coordinates
in Belarus.

You are the oddest bunch of
agents I've ever worked with.

We get that a lot.

Are you okay?

I'm leaving my country.

Forever.

Why did you, uh,
risk all of this?

You were living
the life there

and you're a
national treasure.

My father died in the
Gulag when I was 12

because he was a reporter
who spread the truth.

I owed it to him
to finish his mission.

I missed him so much.

Chess was my refuge.

There's no emotion
in chess,

just math and strategy.

So it was more
than a board game?

It was a good place
to hide

until I learned that when
it comes to people you love,

sometimes there's no refuge.

Sometimes there's just pain.

Just heard
from our CIA contact.

When we meet them,
our code words

are “Pea Pod”.

These guys love vegetables.

Okay, Dad.

Here we go.

Come on, Dad.

I love you, sweetheart.

Happy?

You glad?!

You got what you wanted?!

You know I didn't.

I'm looking at a friend,

a really good friend,

whose heart is breaking.

And I'm just wishing
I could've done more.

I'm sorry, kid.

I'm so sorry, kid.

I'm so sorry.

Guys, I need some advice.

Green brings out my eyes,
but purple makes me look older.

Uh, Ralphy, uh...

let's talk for a second.

Do you remember
your first microscope?

Sure, Mom sent in box tops
from my Fruity Moons.

I loved it.

But later, you graduated
to other microscopes.

At which point you
probably put the first one

in the back of
your closet.

Nope, I tossed that
piece of junk.

Right.

'Cause as you get older,
you'll start to connect

to the things that meld with
your unique intellect better.

Just like we all did.

Hey, Ralph,

uh, you can't treat your mom

like your first microscope, kid.

And you've kind of
been doing that.

But my mom's not a piece of
junk, my mom's great.

Right, so make sure she knows
you feel that way, okay, buddy?

Hmm.

Who'd ever think I'd be giving
emotional advice to a genius?

It's the blind
leading the blind.

Why don't you
eat something?

You look miserable.

I am.

How's Happy holding up?

She's resting.

I'm gonna go see her now.

You know, I tried every move
I could with the Feds.

Pulled every favor,

used every strategy.

And in the end, I still wound up
with that sweet kid

crying in my arms.

'Cause strategy is for games,
like chess.

I heard Natalya say

that sometimes, when it comes
to the people we love,

there's no refuge.

Sometimes there's just pain.

Happy's gonna get
through this pain,

if we help her.

But now she has no father.

Eh, not exactly,
she's got you.

We all do.

We, uh...

we got the guy who
always has our back.

Mom?

I really need your
help with the dance.

You do?

It seems at these
things they use

the word “dance” as a verb,
as well as a noun.

And I don't know
how to do the verb.

You want me to
teach you to dance?

If you have time.

Okay, I have the
perfect CD at home.

We can practice all night.

Ooh!

Bye, guys, see you tomorrow.

Bye.

Hey, hey.

Good boy.

And then there were two.

Are you sure
you want to do this?

You have to remember,
you play great,

but I'm a great player.

You ready?

Absolutely.

And for the record,

I sneezed on purpose.

Son of a bi...

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