All language subtitles for Scorpion.S03E19.720p

I still don't get
why we're here.

We've been over this, Doc.

Last week, you had to tell
me I had made a friend.

Let me repeat that: I
didn't know I had a friend.

Got me thinking, maybe
I'm a little closed,

and that's not the
best way for us

to start our new life together.

If our marriage is gonna work,
I need to be able

to express myself better.

Understood, but I am
a world-class behaviorist.

If you want premarital
counseling, I could...

No.

We need a third party.

Okay. All right.
We see a therapist.

But... does it have to be him?

I'm just tickled
you thought of me.

Dr. Cecil is the man
for the job.

He helped you and Walt
harmonize last year.

He picked up on the fact
we were secretly dating,

put it out there so that
the team could deal.

If it wasn't for him,

we might not even
be getting married,

so suck it up and let's do this.

Man's a doctor
like Crunch is a captain.

His Alma matter
has "dot com" in the name.

Tobias, what matters here
is not matriculation.

What matters here is
ramification, i.e. the outcome.

Yes. But all that comes out
of your mouth is B.S.

That's your inner child talking,
and he's rude.

Now you both
filled out

my pre-session questionnaire.

Though Tobias's seemed to be
mostly creative suggestions

for where I could shove
my paperwork.

Miss Quinn, on
the other hand,

took my assignment seriously.

Seems your challenging childhood

may have left you
a little, uh...

"emotionally stingy."

She's not stingy
with her emotions.

She is particular
as to when she shares them.

Happy, are you, uh, untrusting?

No. She's discerning.

Quick to anger?

She's fiery.

She's my spicy Asian noodle.

The, uh, problem here
is crystal clear.

Wow, you're
seriously gonna try

to identify Happy's pathology
from a two-page questionnaire?

Tobias, it's not Miss Quinn's
pathology I'm identifying.

It's yours.

Mine?

Sweet. Your fault.

You refuse to see

any of Miss Quinn's flaws.
You put her on a pedestal.

He's right. You do.

You think I'm really great.

And that's bad?

Happy can't open
up, bare her soul,

if she feels she won't
be given an honest assessment

of her true self.

Why share her
intimate thoughts and feelings

if all she gets back from you

is surface-level pabulum?

I am honest with her.

I honestly think
she's wonderful.

Let's test that hypothesis.

What's that?

I call it the Bicker Clicker.

Patent pending.

How does it work?

Every time you say
or do something

that should cause you two
to bicker,

he hits the clicker.

It keeps count. We
get back together,

review the numbers,
see where we are.

We're gonna be at zero, because
everything she does delights me.

Let me ask you something,
how do you feel

about Happy dragging you here
to see me?

"Timothy Armstrong
Commemorative Greenhouse"?

Thought I'd name my new
hydroponic greenhouse

in honor of Tim.

This being
his old office and all.

I got one.

Huh.

And I think
you're being overly critical.

I'm not being critical.

Just think that Dr. Rizzuto
should live on a pond

and we should throw bread
at him, 'cause he's a quack.

Oh, look!

They're doing something
distracting.

Let's us see what that is.

I'm about to test my Sandwich
Plane-Tiling Hypothesis!

I can't miss this.

All my life, I have
been trying to solve

"square bread versus
round tomato."

How to get total bread coverage

without overlapping
the tomato slices,

which has been impossible
because circles on a square

in the Euclidean plane
have a maximum packing density

of .9069.

So, the solution
was to think

outside of the box by
growing my tomatoes

inside a box.

Think you have too much time
on your hands

now that the election's over.

Quiet.
This is important.

Says the inventor of the world's
stupidest hot dog.

Wow. Everything is stupid
to you today.

Hot dogs,
going to Dr. Rizzuto...

There's still
some small gaps here.

Yeah, the round edges
are a problem.

Maybe you should try
to cover the bread

with one big tomato slice.

Yes.

Beef up the nutrient
slurry in the hydroponics,

and make version
2.0 a super-tomato.

I need measurements.

Let me just show you
on the computer?

Fine. Go ahead.

I just think it's unnecessary.

What's going on?

Oh, Ralph wants
to change his look,

go to a salon,
get a real haircut.

Real haircuts happen
in barber shops, not salons.

Where does he get
his hair cut now?

Oh, I do it. I just put the blue
bowl over his head and trim.

I wash it afterwards.

What's this?

I created a program
which allows me

to digitally try out
new hairstyles.

Cool.
Let me see this!

How about... this one?

You look like every
hockey player in 1992.

Absolutely not.

Oh, try this.

Flock of Seagulls.

It's an
odd style, yes,

but it doesn't look
like a single bird,

much less
a large number of them.

I don't get it either.

Don't worry, Ralph. You're
too young and he's too Walter.

Give me this.

Thank you. Let me see...

Oops.

Oh. Evil genius.

What's the matter with you?

Don't like turning Ralph
into digital Wooly Willy?

No, it's just Ralph never cared
about his hair or what he wore

or anything like that before.

He starts conforming, he's not
gonna be his true self anymore.

I guess I
just don't want

my sweet little genius to be
corrupted by the outside world.

Look, Mom, I have Walter's hair.

And... Happy.

And "The Toby."

Wow. Nobody looks good
in that hat.

For insulting the hat?

The hat and I are one.

Look, I'm Cabe.

Looking
good, kid.

Agent Gallo.

Did you see how he checked
that caller ID?

He was hoping it was Allie.

Cabe and Allie broke
up on the same day

as you and Tim; you're fine.

I knew that relationship
was ending.

Cabe and Allie just got started.

He's taking it hard.

I carpooled with him
this morning.

All we listened to was
Patsy Cline's "Crazy"

on repeat.

Who's Patsy Cline?

Oh, she was the lead singer
of Flock of Seagulls.

All right, listen up!
We've got a case.

The client's gonna be here
in ten minutes.

This is good.

Give Cabe something
to take his mind off of Allie.

How do you know about that?

There's more gossip in
this place than a high school.

At least, I assume so.
I take college classes.

Part-time. You're still in
the sixth grade and your carpool

will be here any minute.
Go get ready.

This is Dr. Isabella Silva

of the World Health
Organization.

Give her your
full attention.

What do you know about Marari?

It's a virus spreading through
the Amazon rainforest region

of South America
and thousands are infected.

Yes, and the
mathematical models

show that the number
of dead could quintuple

by the end of next week.

The differential equations

they're using are
sound-- this is bad.

And some of those infected
will get onto airplanes

and before you know it...
Pandemic.

Marari is a muy bad way
to give up the ghost.

It starts with fever
and it heads south quickly.

If you're lucky,
delirium sets in

so you don't notice so much
while your insides liquefy.

What is the cure?
There isn't one.

That's where we come in.

Your government told us about
the DNA device you developed

to match genetic samples
in the field.

Yes. We used it to identify
a war criminal in Cuba.

Can you use it to run a more
in-depth analysis?

Elaborate.

Marari started in primates;

it's killed thousands of them.

But we've identified a rare
endangered monkey species

called the Humboldt Capuchin
whose show no ill effects

from the virus;
we believe it is immune.

You want us to identify and
isolate the gene responsible

for that immunity so that
a cure can be created?

It's just
additional calculations.

It's quite basic, really;
at least it is for me.

I can code it into
our device's software.

It does no good

if we can't get our hands
on one of those rare monkeys.

Actually a trapper managed
to catch one

deep in the jungle last night.

They're trucking it
to a remote airfield

in the small
Amazonian rainforest country

of Rhondon as we speak.
We need to hustle down there,

and test this monkey
for the Marari virus

before it spreads any more.

If you can confirm this monkey

is the linchpin, the W.H.O.
scientists can create a vaccine.

Okay. We'll grab our gear.

Uh, quick sidebar.

There is a reason explorers call
the Amazon "The Green Hell."

It is an unforgiving place

filled with the most
deadly creatures on earth.

Everything there wants to bite,

sting, slash, crush, poison,

infect or otherwise murder you.

But I can handle that.

I mean, you guys made me catch
a snake a few weeks back

in the desert and I did that.

You saved my life.

So what's the problem?
Monkey.

I have a legitimate phobia

of the primate we call
Macaca fascicularis.

Your phobia is a load of Macaca.

I am terrified of monkeys.

I nearly blew everything
in Djbouti last year

because of one of those
furry vine swingers.

I can't go.

I'm gonna freak out and put
the entire mission at risk.

Well, you are in luck,
ya big baby,

because we actually
need you here.

- Explain.
- I'm not sure if I can soup up

the DNA scanner hardware
to do that much heavy lifting.

The garage's computer power
would work better.

So we get a sample
from the monkey,

upload the data,
Sly runs the test

to see if there are any
anti-viral proteins

that could be making
the monkey immune.

What might take hours
in the jungle

could be done here in seconds.

Thank you, Happy, for saving me
from unwanted monkey business.

Chicken.
Scared of those, too.

Okay, Sly stays. Rest
of us, time's wasting,

lives are on the
line-- let's go.

E.T.A. on the truck carrying
the monkey is any minute.

Let's get set up
to run the test.

I noticed a lot of bare patches
in the jungle

when we were flying in.

I thought the Amazon was lush.

Illegal logging.

A total area
the size of Germany

has been decimated
over the last 40 years.

The world's losing

over 100 animal, plant
and insect species per day.

And with them

goes potential disease cures.

A quarter
of western pharmaceuticals

have sources in the rainforest,

and only one percent of the
plants here have been tested.

That means minute, every day,

we could be losing the cure
for cancer... who knows?

Not to mention,

over 20% of the world's oxygen

comes from the rainforest.

And the more of this we lose,

the less O2
and the more CO2 we get.

Who's cutting down
all the trees?

Here in Rhondon, it's mostly
a multinational logging company.

Rainforest hardwood

gets big bucks in the
international market.

Locals have been

fighting back, moving into
and occupying the work camps

while the loggers are
out cutting trees.

The corporation has

started hiring
armed mercenaries.

I was reading up on the
Amazon on the flight in.

The local sloths have lost 90%
of their habitat due to logging.

Poor little guys.

You know they
mate for life?

Which means there's gonna
be a lot of 'em left alone,

hanging upside down,

all by themselves,
waiting to die...

Listening to
Patsy Cline.

They ambushed us!

Who, Thiago?
Loggers' hired thugs.

- They shot our trapper!
- Oh, man.

That the guy
who caught the monkey?

He also caught a round
to the torso!

Gunshot wound.

Mid-clavicular line,
left fifth intercostal space.

What does that mean?

Means if we don't get him
to a hospital, he's dead.

I'll take him
on the helicopter,

send it back for you ASAP.

Where'd the monkey go?
I was off road,

trying to get away,
and the cage got smashed open.

He escaped?
We have to find it.

How are we supposed to do that?
She's right. It's one monkey

in a vast and hostile jungle,
and the only person with a clue

how to trap and track
it has been shot.

Well, you're the genius.
Just figure something out before

that thing gets too far away,
because if you don't,

the Marari virus
is gonna spread,

and people are gonna die.

Uh, not good.

You say "not good" a lot.

♪ Scorpion 3x19 ♪
Monkey See, Monkey Poo
Original Air Date on March 13, 2017

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

How do we find a monkey needle
in a jungle haystack?

Search area widens

every second that banana-muncher
is running free.

Well, it's not just the area,
it's what's in it.

Birds of prey,
boas, big cats--

they all have
a taste for monkey.

And people.

Just saying.

I have an idea.
Sly, are you there?

Standing by, Walter.
Search for a satellite

with eyes on the Amazon,
something infrared.

Recent Homeland brief
mentions ongoing

DEA surveillance
in South America.

They should have heat vision.

Found it!

- Redirecting.
- The trapper

recorded the monkey's vitals,

so we're looking for something

18 inches in length,
a mass of two pounds,

and body temperature
of 105 degrees.

Filtering
the satellite's thermal

imaging sensor
for those variables.

Where did the monkey get out?
Half a mile from here.

Searching
from your current position,

fanning out half a mile.

Two hits.

Sending the coordinates
to your phones.

One is to your northeast,
the other to your southeast

in a big, clear-cut area.

What's the clear-cut
area southeast of here?

Loggers' camp, but they shoot
first, ask questions later.

Happy, Doc
and I'll check out the camp.

I'm coming with you.

Hold on. How old are you?

25.

20, but I know the jungle.
Please.

My people are dying.

I can't stand by
and do nothing.

You'll go
with Paige and me.

We'll check
out the other area, okay?

Let's go.

Sly,

the heat signature
we're tracking isn't moving.

- Is the signal frozen?
- I told you already. I've checked it

repeatedly.
He hasn't moved.

Maybe he's a tired monkey.

Why did you just scream?

Caterpillar!

If you're checking
on your tomatoes

instead of monitoring
this monkey...

I'm looking at the image now.
Ooh, what a shock.

He hasn't moved. I'm giving you
accurate information.

Why don't you check
for yourself?

You're practically on top
of the thing.

What's wrong with your hand?

A caterpillar bit me,
and now, it's rashing up.

It's in a cup in
my greenhouse.

Do you think you could get it

so we could check
the bioproteins in its saliva?

I think
I'm terribly allergic.

Well, there's no sign

of the primate anywh...

Oh. There's the thermal
imaging source.

Where?

Up that tree, under the wasps'
nest, but... Oh.

It's not a monkey.

It's camera trap.

An environmental
group donated many

to my village to disperse
through the jungle

to watch for illegal loggers.

The heat we picked up is

from its battery,
so we just wasted

our time.
Maybe, but we didn't.

Got our eyes on a monkey.

He's in a loggers' camp.

Went into a tent.

We've got it cornered
if we can get to it.

I don't see any loggers.

Probably out logging.
They do that.

Shh. Look.

They left a guard.

You think you can nail him
in the leg or something?

Fire fight is just
gonna scare the monkey,

or attract more bad guys.

I know how to get past him.
What are you thinking?

A wasp bomb.
Sorry I asked.

The tree moss is damp enough
to create plenty of smoke.

Smoke makes wasps docile, so,

then we cut down the nest,
carry it to the loggers' camp.

Carry it? With what?
Uh... those.

Those branches on the ground.
Pick 'em up.

And then, we'll also need
some small vines.

Be careful, Walter.

Bugs are dangerous.

Ralph, have you looked up
the larva online yet?

What are you doing?

The caterpillar!
It's loose.

No. I need to know
what species bit me!

I'm red, irritated.
I could've ingested a toxin!

Why don't you ingest an ice tea
and calm down?

Just find it!

Oh, geez.

Monkey still in the tent?

Yup.
You okay?

Nervous. I've seen
what those wasps can do.

Please don't drop that nest.

Okay, when
he comes around again,

I will fling the wasp nest...

You're gonna
fling it? Hey.

How about the one with the, uh,
high school letter in lacrosse?

- You?
- No. Toby.

I know the letters
in the word "lacrosse."

Quiet.

Toss it just behind him.

He'll think
the nest fell from the tree.

Okay, you and Thiago--

you stay back and look out
in case the guards come back.

Approach... slowly.

Easy, monkey.

We just want to perform some
scientific tests on you.

Okay.

I think I got
an angle on him. Now!

- Uh...
- Get the thing!

Get it! Get it!

He's over there!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

that way, grab him!

Careful.
Ah, ah...

I got you, little...

Come on, let's go.

Easy...
Whoa!

Toby!

Aah. I slipped in something.

Aah, it came
from the monkey's butt!

Oh, God.

Get it off of me!

Got it!

Get it, get it...

Aah, it's getting away!

That way!

In retrospect,

the rucksack might have been
a bad idea.

Watch out! Watch out!
You okay? Okay?

Oh, there! Over there!

How are we gonna
get him down?

If we can't catch him
in an enclosed tent,

how do we climb
up there and nab him?

Uh, we need all hands on deck.
Toby, Happy, you coming?

On our way!

I probably have
a concussion.

Stop being a baby.

What the hell?

I'm gonna take that clicker
and shove it up your...

There's a lot more
where those came from.

We showed her.

According to my research,

the Humboldt Capuchin
has a mating ritual

where they rub themselves with
the flower of the muira puama.

Perhaps
you can entice him to bond.

Where do we
find muira puama?

They're everywhere out here.
We just passed some a ways back.

Few meters high,
covered in small white flowers.

Toby, Happy,

did you hear that?
Way ahead of you, boss.

Thiago, what's wrong?

Are you okay?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- It's just hot.
- Okay!

I got the flowers!

What's wrong?

The kid's got the virus.

Oh, yikes.
He doesn't look good.

Yikes? That's your
medical opinion?

No. My medical opinion is
that Thiago's done for

if we can't synthesize a cure
for him from that monkey.

How did you miss that he was
sick? He's been sweating!

We've been hiking
through the Amazon, Cabe.

We're all sweating.

Have we been exposed?

Uh, virus is only contagious
before symptoms present.

We could have missed
the window, or

we could infected now.
It's too soon to tell.

Let's get the little bastard
out of the tree already.

Okay. Uh, well, someone
just has to rub these flowers

all over themselves and attract
the little scamp down here.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Come on.

I already tangled
with Furious George in the tent.

You touched the flowers.

If more than one of us smell

like muira puama,
it'll get confused.

Besides, he could easily
be attracted to you.

I'm not sure
if that was an insult.

I found
an anthropological paper online

describing their mating rituals.

I'm sending it to you now.

Got it. Okay, uh, Toby,

squat down and...
hop in a circle.

Mm-hmm.

Stick your butt out more.
You got to present yourself.

Oh... I am going to die.

My milkshake brings
all the monkeys to the yard.

You got its attention.

Good, now...

raise your eyebrows.

More. Big eyes.

Look, it's working.

Oh, he's sweet.

I'm gonna call you Simian Freud.

I-I didn't say anything.

I know what you're thinking.

So what do we do, draw blood?

No, no.
You know what,

a cheek swab'll work just
as well and it won't hurt him.

Hey, Simian,
we're gonna do

a little monkey see, monkey do.

Now, I'm gonna open my maw

real wide and you do
the same. You ready?

Sly, coming your way.

Got it.
Running the tests now.

We have a problem.

Wow, this virus
is moving through Thiago

like jerky through Cabe.

Unfortunately, the data

I just ran
won't do him any good.

Why not?
Because

the DNA analysis is complete.

And the monkey is not the cure.

What do you mean
the monkey isn't the cure?

Are you sure, Sly?

Uploading the results
to you now.

Well, he's right. There's
nothing here that denotes

any type of atypical
viral protection.

But the monkeys are immune to the virus.
How's that possible if Toby

can't find anything in its DNA?
Uh, could be a parasite.

Then let's cut it open
and see what's in there.

You keep your hands
off my monkey.

Agreed.

Dissecting the monkey would be

an inefficient use of resources.

We only have one.

Holy poop.
I have a solution.

Monkey turds.

I need to know
his diet.

- We check its stool.
- If you're gonna make that monkey

poo the same way
you made it open its mouth

I'm out of here.
No, no, no,

I got a better way.

We dig through this.

I stepped in its
caca in the tent.

What's Toby talking about?

A pile of crap.

Isn't he always?

Have you found
the caterpillar yet?

No.

But he can't hide forever.

Sly, the world's grossest
scavenger hunt turned up

zero critters, but I did
find some odd-looking seeds,

and I'm sending you a photo...

now.

Here's your pen.

You can keep it.

I think I got something.

Those seeds belong to the fruit
of the Von Von tree.

The Von Von tree
grows to heights

above the Amazon canopy,

into the emergent
rainforest layer.

It's endangered
by the logging industry.

Not a lot of them left, guys.

Von Von tree. Got it.

These monkeys eat
the Von Von fruit.

They're the only thing
that does.

- Taste is terrible.
- The fruit could contain

biological properties
that protect the monkey.

There's only one way
to find out.

We mash the seed,

a little alcohol
to break down the cell walls,

voilà-- the sequencer
should read it.

Got it, running the test.

Thiago's burning up.
I don't think

he's gonna
last much longer.

We might have something.

Sending.

There's a zinc finger in the
seed's protein that resembles

antiviral chemical structures.

This could be it.

Thiago...

Hey, Thiago.

Where can we find
a Von Von tree?

O macaco nao é um macaco.

His fever's progressed
to delirium. He can't help us.

We have to hurry.
Now, if we've contracted

the virus,
we can't risk going down

before we find the fruit.
If we die, countless die.

Uh, how do we locate

one rare tree
in the middle of the rainforest?

We find out from
the tree experts: the loggers.

Big risk to just go up to them.

They shoot first,
remember?

Especially after they found
their tent destroyed by Toby.

There was a monkey
in a bag over my head.

They're from big corporations--

there's got to be
a digital database.

So Sly can hack in there,

go check their maps,
gets the tree GPS coordinates.

That's a no-go.
I'm trying as we speak,

and the loggers aren't uplinked.

When we were using our tech to
track the computer at their camp

I noticed
a very weak WIN signal.

What's a WIN?

Wireless intranet.

Private network.
Probably connects

their logging machinery.

You can hack that?

If I have
a strong enough signal.

They're working
deep in the jungle,

need a high spot
above the trees.

You mean like there?

Amazon book I was reading

on the plane was talking about
zoologist expeditions

that used these platforms

to study wildlife in the canopy.

It's a perfect place
to set up an antenna.

First we have
to build one.

Ralph and I used to get
TV with homemade

coat hanger rabbit ears.
Metal blade of the machete

and a coil of wire from my bag
will get their signal.

If we can get it up there.

If... you can get it up there.

And how am I
supposed to do that?

Now, we'll chop down
some vines and then

tie them into a rope.
And I can make

a grappling hook
from your backpack frame.

Nobody can throw
a grappling hook up that high.

Especially weighed down
by heavy vines.

We're not gonna throw it,
we're gonna launch it.

Now, Sly, can you see if you
can find us another camera trap?

On it.

Paige, Toby-- stay with Thiago.
Happy, Cabe, we'll also need

a small hollow log.

For what?

I'll explain later.
Let's go.

Found a camera trap
near you, Walter.

Sending you the coordinates.

Hurry up and find that worm.

It's tiny.
This place is huge.

Look faster.

He's burning up.

We got to get soursop.

What's that?
Mother Nature's fever medicine.

Um, grab a lighter from my bag
and get a fire going.

I got the camera trap
and the hollow log.

That'll do.

You just found us our
mortar tube, Cabe.

All right.

How we gonna fire this
without gunpowder?

Overload the camera's lithium

ion battery. It'll
give us the explosion

that we need.
Now, Cabe,

tie the vines to
the grappling hook

while Happy
preps the battery.

Now, without instruments to
accurately measure this angle,

I'll have to eyeball it.

But I think we should
be able to hit our mark.

Done. Grappling hook ready.

Done. Thermal runaway
process started.

Okay, Happy, drop the battery
down the hollow log.

Cabe, stick the hook in the top.

Yep.

Hey, how long
before it goes boom?

Unknown.

Could be milliseconds
or it could be...

...now.

Did it make it?

Okay, hook is secure.

Time for exercise, Cabe.

Studies have found
it's good for depression.

All right.

All right, that's a good fire.
Here.

Now we just need to crush 'em,

boil it and get Uncle Toby's

homemade jungle juice
into this fella.

Okay.

Made it.

Now sweep the antenna
around slowly.

I feel like a samurai.

Stop. Hacking the logger's

database now.

We'll have the location
of the Von Von tree in no time.

It smells awful.

That should be enough.

Smells awful,
but it tastes worse.

Like I tell Ralph, bad taste
means good medicine.

Well, he's a genius.
He doesn't buy that

for one second.
Bottoms up.

We hacked the database
and made our way

- to a Von Von tree.
- All right, fantastic.

Grab some fruit
and let's get cooking up a cure.

Small problem with the fruit.
It's all the way up at the top.

There's no way we're
shooting a vine over that.

Well, if we can't get
up to the fruit,

we'll have to bring it
down to us.

Cabe can shoot it down.

No. It'd just
splatter all over the treetop.

We have to shake it down.

That tree's too big to shake.

We can make the tree
shake itself.

Trees have resonant frequencies,
just like a tuning fork

or idling car engine,
except the tree's is organic.

We can find it,
create vibrations

to match and amplify it.

Causing the tree to vibrate
and shake down all the fruit.

I read an interesting paper
on vibratory fruit harvesting

from Cornell University
that claimed...

Save the lecture, professor.

We don't have time to discuss
the math of fruit picking.

- How do we do it?
- We can't hit the tree

with enough power
and rhythm ourselves.

We need something mechanical.

In the loggers' camp
there was a buzz saw

that feeds the logs
with a wedge.

I can rig the wedge
to do the job.

Sly, research the Von Von tree
and find out if anyone

has ever calculated
its resonant frequency.

May take time.
I'm working one-handed.

This bug bite has caused
an odd paralysis.

I got an idea how we can
calculate the tree's

resonant frequency.
It'll take two people.

I'll grab the saw wedge
with the generator.

Doc, you meet me
at the loggers' camp.

On my way.

Keep giving him tea and rubbing
alcohol to his forehead.

Okay. I'll hit the tree with
the hammer at various locations

with a variety of force.
You watch the water bottle

and when the waves on the
water's meniscus peak...

We'll know where
to strike the tree

with the machine.
Let's do it.

That's it.

Why'd you bring
that ugly primate with you?

Don't insult the monkey.

I was talking to the monkey.

Camp looks empty.
There's no sign of guards.

Well, if those wasps
were chasing me,

I'd keep running, too.

Let's go.

Unhook that strap.

Cabe,

looks like he didn't
keep running after all.

Hide. Over there.

Hold it right there, big fella!

Don't move.

Don't even scratch.

Doc, grab that rope.

I-I love apes. Ask the monkey!

No.

You owe that monkey a banana.

Ralph, my whole arm is
dead. I need an ambulance.

I'm calling 911.
Sylvester, think fast.

How'd you know
I was gonna catch that?

I didn't. But I knew the problem
with your arm was in your head.

It's a harmless
tomato hornworm.

Your reaction
was psychosomatic.

Maybe you feel guilty
about staying behind

while everyone else went
to the Amazon.

Kid's diagnosis is sound.

You know, if Ralph gets sick
of math or physics,

he should study
psychiatry.

Yeah, or become a real doctor.

Hey. Bicker less
and work more.

Work's done.
Timing adjusted.

Okay, the wedge should strike
with the proper frequency

at the optimal spot calculated.

Start it up.

It's not workin'!

Be patient. We're striking it

to amplify
its natural frequency.

In 1831, marching soldiers
created harmonic oscillation

that destroyed
an English bridge.

This has worked before.

Or it was a crappy bridge!

It's happening.

Guys, this is bad.

What's bad?

Well, now that I know
I'm not dying,

I am able to look
at my Von Von tree research.

And it seems it is home to

a deadly species of

the Rhondonian wandering spider.

Uh, spiders
are the second most

vibration-sensitive organism
in the world!

So by shaking down

the fruit, we're gonna
shake out the spider.

Here they come!

Oh, man, oh, man, big spiders.

Get off the ground!

I don't know
how you don't know this,

but spiders
can climb, too!

All that matters is that

we're not directly touching
the earth!

Because it's damp

and conducts electricity!

I'm following
your thinking, Walt.

Spiders
are probably just stunned.

All right, well, let's
shake down the fruit

before they wake up!

On it.

That was crazy.

I can hear the trees talking.

Oh, no,
that's the fever talking.

I don't know
if you can understand, Thiago,

but our team normally comes
through in these situations.

But we've never been up
against the Amazon before.

I'm sorry.

Von Von fruit!
Get your Von Von fruit here!

- I never doubted them for a second.
- Okay!

Cut one open!
Let's get some in Thiago!

You do the honors.

How long
before we know?

He's getting pure juice
directly under his tongue.

Sublingual absorption

of a liquid is rapid,

and the antivirals
in this fruit are potent.

So we should see a physiological
response quickly.

- What if it doesn't work?
- Then we failed to find the cure.

And then he dies,

along with who knows
how many more.

Not goo...

See? I can't even say my thing,

'cause I think
I'm gonna get clicked.

Da-da-da-da! Yell at me later,
'cause right now

I'm feeling a heart rate that
is slowing down and steadying!

This is a good sign, guys!

- This is very good!
- We've all been exposed.

It'd be prudent for us all
to eat some. Here.

Oh, that is awful.

Oh. I can feel
my taste buds dying.

I like it.

Oh. Hey, Simian Freud.

Want a bite?

Share it.

Thanks for nothing, quack!

We're worse off
than before

we came here.
Wow,

32 clicks!

That's a new record!

Not 32. It hit 99
and then turned over.

It's 131 clicks.

Really great work, Cecil.

All you proven is
that the woman I'm gonna marry

drives me crazy.

Oh, Tobias,

you already knew
she was driving you crazy.

But you left out a
really important word.

You said, the woman
you're going to marry.

What you should've said is,
the woman you're still

going to marry,

despite her... stunted

emotional growth

and apparent nastiness

and your Pollyanna approach

to this relationship
and that stupid hat,

you're still
getting married.

After 131 clicks.

Means you love each other,

made for
each other.

Whatever you two
have, it works.

Don't change a thing.

You are gonna be great
as husband and wife.

My bill.

And you're welcome.

He's good.

You're dismantling it?

I realized
no matter how much

I try to avoid my fears,

they'll still find me,
even if they're not real.

So why not face 'em head-on?

I am moving
my garden to the rooftop.

Real potted soil.

Time to get
my hands dirty.

Or gloves.

Probably wear the gloves.

Get the gloves dirty.

Baby steps,

Walter.
Baby steps, Sly.

Hey,
new haircut!

Nice.

Handsome kid.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Excellent choice.

- No more using the blue bowl.
- Good!

'Cause I destroyed it.

Couldn't have it in the kitchen

contaminating the other bowls.

Plus, I got some of the blue
liquid they put combs in.

Its active ingredient is

alkyldimethylbenzylammonium
chloride.

Thought we could do
some experiments.

Sweet.

Paige,

how's the new do
affecting you?

Well, change is inevitable.

Sometimes it's bad,

like a virus mutating
from monkeys to humans.

And sometimes it's good,

like a fruit evolving
to combat sickness.

No matter what, though, change
is gonna happen. In the end,

I know Ralph is old enough
to make his own choices.

But I just wish

he didn't want
to change

to match what he thinks
the world wants.

Nice lid, kid.

That's gonna get all the girls.

I don't care
about that.

My old hair was preventing
my lab goggles

from creating
a proper face seal.

What was that for?

For not changing too much.

Just got off the phone
with Dr. Silva.

Thiago's gonna be fine.

And when the
Rhondonian government

went back into the jungle
to collect more fruit

to make medicine,
they busted the loggers.

Ah. We saved some lives,

saved some trees.

And Toby made a new friend.

I miss my monkey.

Well, I'm gonna
gather my stuff

and head on home.

I got a TV dinner there
with my name on it.

Can't be worse
than the Von Von fruit.

Have a nice night, gang.

I'm gonna ask Cabe if he wants
to hang out tonight.

He still misses Allie.

I think he could use a friend.

I'll do it.

It's kind of my job to take care
of the team emotionally.

No, I'll do it.

He's hurting, inside.

I think I can help him.

That was empathy.

Walter identified emotional
pain in someone else

and demonstrated
empathy.

You can't empathize
if you haven't been through

a similar situation yourself.

Walter wasn't just being jealous
or petty about Tim, was he?

No, he wasn't.

I know you didn't
mean to, but...

you must've really broken
his heart.

And now he knows
what that feels like,

and he is applying that data
to someone else.

Well, Ralph may
not be changing,

but Walter certainly is. Hmm.

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