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Paige, we need a final number
on those floral arrangements.

They're not gonna arrange
themselves, right?

I know. We're all pushing
the wedding ball forward.

Dudes of honor working overtime.

You are Toby's best ma'am

for a reason.

You whip those clowns
into shape.

We've been looking
at venues all day.

We can't do everything
ourselves.

We will see you when we're done
with the madness on our end.

- They bought it.
- Shh.

I just crossed
from bliss to nirvana.

I'm coming up on rapture.

How's your experiment?

Well...

The mud has improved
the elasticity.

But the cream
has conferred suppleness.

It's a tough call.

Only one thing
left to do.

Keep testing.

Dr. Curtis and Ms. Quinn,

thank you for considering
Harbor Oaks as a wedding venue.

We hope that you enjoyed
your complimentary spa session.

We most certainly did.

Could we have our gift bags now?

All right.

Okay. I got aromatherapy.

Facial emulsion.

Lavender exfoliant.

You can have mine.

But...

I'm keeping these.

Stainless steel nail files,
hard as granite.

I could use them to
smooth out rivets.

The others can never know
what's going on here.

What do I look like?
An idiot?

Okay, thanks.

Spent the past hour on the phone
with bakeries.

Toby insists on a spumoni
flavored cake,

but Happy wants it in the shape
of a power train control module.

Whatever the hell that is.

Well, you better figure
that out.

I asked Happy if Toby could
consider a few less guests.

She nurpled me.

We begged them to let us help.

The truth is, they're probably
working twice as hard as we are.

If I never have to have
another morning like that again,

it will be too soon.

How many places did you see?

Too many to count.
It was a total nightmare.

Well, thanks to me,

your slog of vetting venues
is over.

The Lighthouse at Loma Buena
Coast Guard Station.

Beautiful grounds,
amazing views.

The only cost:
permits and cleanup.

Love it.
Someone call a doctor,

'cause my heart
just skipped a beat.

And, as for seating,
as you can tell,

I have used geometry
to place the tables

for optimal traffic flow

to get between the buffet, the
dance floor, and the bathrooms.

Sweet.
And what do you have, 197?

Something very special.

Now, according to my research,

your marriage only has
a 47% chance of succeeding.

Are you kidding me?

No. The divorce rate
is 53%; it's simple math.

So in the week leading up
to your wedding,

I've lined up
a series of talks.

Now, the first is an economist
to discuss comingling assets.

The second is
a professional arbiter,

to offer tips on dealing
with marriage spats.

And then the final lecture is...

a family planning expert.

This is totally inappropriate.

Walter, weddings are about love
and magic and hope.

Mm-hmm. Well, I'd love to hope
that they buck the trend,

but the best approach
is preparation.

And magic is nonsense.

Oh.

Excuse me.

Hey, Paige.

This is your next duty
as best ma'am.

We can't have him mucking up
our romance

with probability and statistics.

I know. It's like he has
no concept of what a wedding

is supposed to...

Are you wearing perfume?

What? Me? No.
That-That's ridiculous.

- Why does it smell like lavender?
- Beats me.

I don't smell anything.

Who is up for
a six-figure payday

to pluck a rocket
out of the air

in the Hechnian Republic?

We'd have to come up with
a solution in 24 hours.

Weddings are expensive.

You had me at six figures.

Now, the Hechnian
reentry capsule

suffered computer failure
due to a solar flare.

Now, it is carrying an asteroid
harvested by the Republic

so it could be exploited
for its heavy metals.

The problem is,
the capsule is gonna crash

in about 20 hours, and with it,

everything they've worked for
will be lost.

I believe you mean
meteor, not asteroid.

Nope. Meteors are asteroids
that pass through our atmosphere

prior to impact with the earth.
But this asteroid

is in a protective capsule

to prevent it from burning up
during atmospheric passage.

So it lands in a pristine
asteroid-like state.

Hence, not a meteor.

It still passed through
the atmosphere,

so, by definition,

it's a meteor
in an asteroidal state.

I'm gonna kick both of you
in your asteroidal states

if you don't drop it.

Now, why's this rock
so important?

It's rich in the
element palladium.

Ooh. Palladium has countless
industrial applications.

Most common use
is in catalytic converters

in car exhaust systems.

To the auto industry alone,

a cache of palladium
is worth a fortune.

That's why
the Hechnian president

built their space program.

According to this
Homeland report,

he's an Oxford trained scientist

who gambled every penny
of their national economy

on being first to corner the
market on space harvesting.

Well, it makes sense.
The superpowers are too big

to care about such things,

smaller nations
can't pull it off.

Hechnian Republic
is in the sweet spot.

They can triple their GNP
with just one industry.

Not if the capsule crashes

and the asteroid is destroyed.
Meteor.

I know this is a private gig
and I'm not involved,

but I got to ask, how the hell
are you gonna solve this?

I have an idea,
but it's crazy.

Every Scorpion idea's crazy.

You know how at the spa
you go from the sauna

into a cold immersion tub
for rapid deceleration.

Why would they know anything
about that?

We don't know anything
about spas.

Who goes to spas?

The point is, we can use
a rapid deceleration

to save this meteor.

Asteroid.
Shut up. How?

Walt codes software

so we can remotely control
a military helicopter

that will have a coupler arm
that I build attached to it.

Be careful with that;
it's a limited edition.

Why does Super Fun Guy have
a helicopter he can fly?

It's for when he gets tired.
Focus.

I assume you're suggesting
the helicopter ascends

to an interception point
with the...

...space rock

and uses the coupler to attach
to the capsule.

But won't the rock just smash
into the helicopter?

And even if it doesn't,
how do we catch something

that's falling from space
a million miles an hour?

It will not smash

because gravity will pull

the capsule straight down.

And it will only be moving
at 125 miles per hour,

terminal velocity.

So if we cut the helicopter's
power at the precise moment,

it will free-fall
next to the capsule.

While at identical
and parallel speeds,

the copter will reach out

with the coupler
and lock onto

the capsule's docking mechanism.

Then I will restart
the helicopter

with maximum upward force
and reverse the fall

and land it safely
at their air force base.

This is crazier
than our normal crazy.

It's sound science.

I'm sure the Hechnian president
will love it.

This plan has me terrified.

I can assure you,
our numbers check out.

Our nation's future is dependent
on our space harvesting program.

If it fails, those responsible
will bear the cost.

If you'll excuse me.

Sounds like a threat.

In our country,
the executive branch

serves at the pleasure
of the military.

President Korsovich

was elected as one
of three candidates

pre-approved by General Savic.

It is an illusion of democracy.

I pray, as our country advances,

it will become more free,
like America.

I hope, as a scientist,

that our space program will be

a great catalyst
for change in our nation.

Well, you have nothing to fear.
You hired us for a reason.

We're consummate professionals;
we're the best at what we do.

We're done.

Tough putting
that thing on, though.

I built the bottom hinge
from a washing machine lid.

Consummate professionals.

Calculating interception
altitude at 5,273 feet.

Copy that. Happy.

Wind velocity

112 knots south southwest.

Add 176 feet of altitude.

Inputting intercept coordinates
to seven significant digits.

Coupler's ready to go.

Software's coordinated the exact
time to 1/100 of a second,

so when you hear the beep,
kill the helicopter engines.

It's in free fall.

Capsule's closing fast.

Velocity matched perfectly.

Extending coupler.

Okay. We're connected.

Yes.

Unbelievable.

Restart the helicopter

and land the
cargo safely.

- Happy!
- Uh...

A bit of an issue.
The ignition is not responding.

What do you mean
"not responding"? Fix it.

I would if I could, but there's
no response to my remote signal.

We've got a bigger problem.
Force of coupling

knocked our objects
four degrees off course.

What?

Impact will be in the heart
of your capital city

three miles away.

Thousands of people
will be killed.

Save my capsule!

I already told you, I
cannot make this bird fly.

Screaming at me doesn't--
Wait, wait.

There we go.

I just needed
new batteries.

Sorry. The remote
was originally used

for Sly's bird drone.

Haven't used it in a while.

His name was Birdroni.

Amazing. This was
just in space.

Let's move it quickly
into the main hangar.

We have the press coming
to see our accomplishments.

Hold on a sec, General.

There's a slight bluish
discoloration to this thing.

It's shiny.

Let's clean it before the press
takes pictures.

Well, I know you're an eager
beaver, Ivan,

but you're about
to tell millions

that you mined the galaxy for
an incredibly valuable element.

Don't you want me
to make sure you have

what you think you have here?

It's a two-minute procedure.

I just take
a microscopic sample

from the capsule's test port.

It's like a biopsy.

It could be worth more
than you realize.

Do it quickly.

Uh, Walt, moment?

I know you were trying

to help when you were
booking those lecturers...

But you think it's a bad idea.

Absolutely terrible idea.

Weddings are about the
joining of two people

to a bond that-that's...

its own amazing thing.

Understood.
Really?

No, but if it makes you
feel better,

I will cancel the lectures.

Now I just need to focus
on finding their wedding song.

Wait. What?

Uh, the bride and
groom pick their song.

Well, Toby and Happy
couldn't decide on one,

so I designed a program
that studies the melody,

structure and lyrics
of thousands of love songs

to find the mathematically
perfect one.

Mathematically
perfect love song?

It'll be the hit
of the wedding.

Gallo.

Good news. We're heading home.

Big success.
I'll fill you in later.

Oh, well, I'm glad to hear that.

Sitting here
going over tablecloths

for the nuptials. I got

ivory, snowflake and eggshell.

I mean, they're all white.

I swear, when I get back,

I'm taking over this wedding
from you guys.

I got to go, kiddo.

Allie.

What a surprise.

Hello, Cabe.

I'm sure you're busy,
but I have something,

and I thought
you should know.

It affects Sylvester.

This is video proof
that Patel accepted bribes

from a big box
store in exchange

for his vote on the
eminent domain bill.

The bill that would have
demolished The Warlock's Chest.

I knew Patel was a snake.

I agree, so I'm delivering this
to the West Altadenia Shopper.

The news should be in
tomorrow morning's edition.

And Patel should be out of
office by tomorrow afternoon.

How does that affect Sly?

When an alderman is stripped
of his position,

the next leading vote-getter
ascends,

meaning Sylvester, if he wants,

could be sworn in as soon
as day after tomorrow.

Thank you for doing this.

Okay. Well, you should download
a copy for your records.

It's a great idea, but

I don't know where
this thing goes.

Would you like some help?

Sure, yeah.
I'd appreciate that.

Uh, guys, guys, come here.

What's wrong? I'm picking up
on me-levels of anxiety.

I-I-I've finished
my analysis.

There is lots of palladium,
but there's also DNA.

There's millions of base
pairs of DNA, to be exact,

and they are all
strung together.

Are you saying we
found alien life?

No. We found organized DNA.
There's just no cell membranes,

so it's just short
of extraterrestrial life.

This DNA could be prion,
it could be plasmid.

Amazing.

So the rock's even more valuable
for the Hechnian people.

It's not
amazing.

It's potentially
very dangerous.

Paige, we're dealing
with unknown pathogens.

Very likely deadly pathogens

that could wipe out life
in this country.

Not good.

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Pathogens?

I knew DNA and amino acids

could be found
throughout the galaxy.

Never expected I could
bring it back to Earth

and endanger our people.

Not just your people.
The whole world's at risk.

We've never seen
these pathogens before

because they've been
cruising the Milky Way

for a billion years.

But these can spread quickly.

Imagine the most deadly,
communicable flu

with no known cure.

So what can be done?

We need
to sterilize the asteroid.

To do that, we need to
heat it to 3,000 degrees.

At 3,000 degrees, palladium
turns to palladium oxide.

Our whole endeavor
will be lost.

Then we don't do it.

We've spent too much money, too
much time to lose it all now.

You don't have a choice.

Once you open that capsule,

you are exposing
everyone on this base,

everyone in your country
to possible death.

We paid you to retrieve
our capsule. That's all.

It's not your concern.

Like hell it isn't.
We're not gonna be responsible

for potentially
millions of deaths.

Not your decision to make.

No, but it is mine.

We will not risk the lives
of innocent people to save face.

We will tell the press
and our nation

that we have tried...
and failed.

Don't forget
who made you president.

I haven't.

But I am president,
nonetheless.

Team Scorpion, thank you
for your hard work today.

My men will escort you
to your plane.

Does anyone else think
it was weird how quickly

they shuttled us off right after
we rock-blocked them?

I found it strange.

Walt, your, uh...
your shoe's untied there.

Hmm?

Oh, thank you.

Would you look at that?
So is mine.

I think the president and the
general are planning something,

and I don't think

sterilizing that rock is
on their to-do list.

Oh, I dropped my contact!

Sylvester.

You wear glasses.

One-- I'm not a good liar.

Two-- the last thing
this earth needs is more germs.

We can't let them expose
that asteroid.

- Meteor.
- Uh, I dropped

my pen.

I'll help you look.

Okay, we need
to figure something out

because once we get
on that plane,

we lose our chance
to stop this from happening.

Well, we'd better
figure it out fast,

because we all look like a bunch

of hens eating chicken feed.

I invite them to our country,

pay them handsomely,
and this is how they repay us?

I'll see to it they never
make it onto that plane.

No. My office
will take care of it.

Eerik, get your
service weapon.

Okay, we're just a few miles

from the base's airstrip.
We need a plan.

The problem is,
they're not gonna let us

anywhere near that rock.

Uh, why are we pulling over?

The president's attaché is here,
and he has a gun.

Team Scorpion.

Something tells me

they're not here

'cause we forgot
our parting gifts.

Get out.

Now!

Come on.

By order of the president,
return to the main hangar.

Yes, sir.

Sir, I-I-I assure you
we have no intention

of interfering with any plans
you have for your meteor.

Asteroid.

Man, you really hate
those badges.

General.

I've dispatched
of the Americans.

I'll send a team to
dispose of the bodies.

The badges
were bugged.

We heard all you said
in the truck, including Savic.

And he will kill you
before he lets you touch

the contents of
that capsule.

And then he will kill me

and the president
for helping you.

So we need
to work together carefully.

Work together how?

You're the geniuses.

The president was hoping
you'd have a plan.

Well, we can try
to come up with one.

Where's the capsule now?

West Campus,
the aeronautics hangar.

I'll fill in Cabe.

So they think you're dead?

We'll be dead for real
if you can't

get us out of this country.

All right, you guys
figure out a way

to scrub that rock,
and Homeland and I

will come up
with an extraction plan.

Put your comm in. We need you.

This is where the capsule is.

The specimen will be removed
at a ceremony in one hour.

People there could be
immediately contaminated,

and they'll be carriers
of that pathogen.

Security?

Most of the campus
are scientists

who look a lot
like you guys.

But the area around

the hangar and the perimeter

is crawling
with military guards.

Many of them already saw you
when you landed the helicopter.

What's that?

This is the Aeronautical Testing
Wind Tunnel.

That's our single point
of failure.

Well, the-the wind tunnel
shares a wall

with the aeronautics hangar.

From inside the tunnel,
we can turn the capsule

into an oven
to sterilize the asteroid

without the general or anyone
in the hangar even knowing.

Cabe, are you there?

Just got off with Homeland.
We're putting together

a way to get you guys out of there.
Before that happens,

I'm gonna need your help
with some delicate chemistry

that has the potential
to be quite combustible.

Now, you'll need
to perform precise work for us.

I'll try, but measuring precise

chemical formulas isn't
really my specialty.

I can help.

I use sensitive equipment
in Patel's geology lab

all the time.

Is that Allie?

Uh, now's not a good time
to tell you this,

but she stopped by
to say that Patel's

on the outs, and Sly is alderman
if he wants it.

Oh, uh, wow.
Normally I would take a moment

to digest such news, but
right now all I want for us is

to get to that wind tunnel
so we can fix this mess.

I am lost. How do you plan

to use the wind tunnel
to heat up the capsule?

As the president's attaché,

you can easily get us
onto West Campus.

Coming through.
Coming through.

We'll set up in a secure lab.

Happy will find what she can
to fabricate a blowtorch.

Toby will optimize a vacuum.

Paige will gather the tools
to make a hole

in the wind tunnel wall.

I will create
a fuel delivery system.

Meanwhile, Eerik and Sly
will slip a comm

to President Korsovich.

Then head back
to the mission control tent.

Since the capsule's been
removed, no one will be there.

Sly will plug
into the campus server

and have a direct link
to all security cameras.

Korsovich will ensure
the capsule is placed next

to the wall shared
with the wind tunnel.

There, back against the wall,

right beneath our
nation's military flag.

Good idea.

While we get this done,
Allie and Cabe will test-run

various chemical formulas
I've sent them to see

which creates
the hottest-burning fuel source

so we can burn
the asteroid sterile.

Add 10cc's of methanol courtesy
of this disinfectant.

Uh, this next?
I think

if you add that in,
we blow up the garage.

I'll hold off, then.

Add stain remover.

And you'll need disinfectant.

CABE;
Of all the recipes you gave us,

this one baked
the hottest cake.

Think we're set.

Good, 'cause we're running out
of time

before they open
their capsule.

Did you guys see
Invasion of the Body Snatchers?

No.
People in the film

walk amongst the body snatchers

without being caught
by being emotionless.

They just act like they belong.

Understood.

- No military types along the path.
- Perfect.

Okay, this shouldn't take long.
So you and Paige

need to synthesize
a chemical litmus test

to make sure
that there are no DNA strands

that survive the sterilization.

Copy that.

Okay.

This brick will do fine.

Would be a lot easier
if we could just walk

into the wind tunnel.

Eerik said the guards
are in front of this place.

Intake vent on the roof
is the most efficient option.

It'll be like a water slide
without the water.

I've never been on one.

You've never been
to the water park?

No. I've never been on a slide.

Just get up the ladder.

Slides are stupid.

Okay, we're in.

Okay.

Opening the directional baffles
so you can get through.

They are razor sharp,

designed to cut the wind into
smooth, unidirectional flow.

Which means it could also cut
you into small,

unidirectional pieces,
so be careful.

Give me
your hand.

Yeah.

Okay.

I'm gonna use the
stud finder to locate

where the capsule is pressed
against the tunnel wall.

Okay.

Maestro, play
something festive.

Bogeys!

Two scientists are headed
towards the observation room!

Hide.

Hide where? It's a tunnel.

Lock the door, Sly.

It's not electronic. I can't.

If you're caught
in there, you die.

Doctor,
what are you doing?!

Mr. President,

we wanted to compare the actual
re-entry wind resistance data

to the experimental values
from the tunnel.

I appreciate your dedication,
but now is not the time

for work. It's a
time for celebration.

I want the whole team
to be there.

Hmm?

Yes, sir.

Nice work, Mr. President.
That was close!

Think the brick softened up
that metal enough.

Time to cut.

I'm almost ready here, guys!

Lab had every ingredient
we needed

except a good source of,
uh, phosphorous and nitrogen.

I'm still searching.

Whoa, check it out.

You found what you need?

No. It's an Eastern Bloc
knock-off

of Dr. Shazz soda,

Dr. Shizz.

Focus.

Right.

Got it!

Oh, no.
Is that what I think it is?

Yeah. Bird poop
is an excellent source

of phosphorous and nitrogen.

If there are still strands

of organized DNA left
on our meteor after

Walter sterilized it, this is
gonna make it glow orange.

And we'll know that
it still isn't safe.

We've used bat poop, bird poop.

Is there anything crap can't do?

There's the capsule.

Okay.

Homemade fuel flowing.

Sliding through
the sample port,

right up against the meteor.

Tight enough fit

so no pathogens
can come out.

It's working.

All right, guys, be careful.

Allie's test showed
that that fuel

burns well in excess
of 3,000 degrees.

Good. We'll be done sooner

and can get the heck out
of here.

To that end,
Homeland's got the Navy SEALs

waiting for you on a red
fishing boat on Teegan Bay,

30 miles west of the base.

Happy, the turbine's starting.

I believe it is time for you
to take the microphone.

Speak to the people
of our republic.

Yes.

Turn up the volume
so all can hear.

The flame must've set off
a heat sensor.

I didn't know that this tunnel
had a heat sensor.

Fire's out!

Must think we're trying to run
a re-entry simulation.

Well, just turn it off!

It's not a desk fan.

It's a 5,000-horsepower turbine.
It needs to go through

a 15-minute cycle
to start slowing down.

Hold on!

It's too strong!
And getting stronger!

I can't hold on
much longer!

Oh, God.

Are the baffles still open?!

Yes!

Sly,
you got to close those things

before they get julienned
like a couple potatoes.

I'm trying.

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on.

You did it. Baffles are closing.

They're closing slowly
due to the wind pressure.

Guys, just hold on

a little bit longer.

They're alive!

Oh... I can breathe now.

Is it always like this
with you guys?

We're not done yet.

You guys got to get
through that wind

and back to burning that stone.

We're facing wind force
three times a Cat 5 hurricane!

We can't move!

All right, Happy,
use the claw on your hammer

to pickaxe your way back
to the hole.

I can't reach it!

Savic does not give
long speeches.

He will open that capsule
when he's done.

I've got an idea!

Nail files!

Ixnay on the aspay.

We can't keep a campfire lit
at Forestry Braves

with a slight breeze.
How is she going to light

a blowtorch again
in a wind tunnel?

Sly, open up the baffles
to increase turbulent flow!

To create an eddy
in the wind stream

so Happy can light the torch.

Only need to open
the mid-baffles,

but the system's designed
as an all-or-non proposition.

So can't remotely open just one.

I'll do it manually!

Ooh, that's the sound of a man
on the receiving end

of a very painful cut.

Wind flow's changed.
Happy's standing.

Got it!

Okay, we're good to go.

Now the only problem is,
how do we get the DNA goulash

into the wind tunnel
with the wind still blowing?

We can't wait
until it shuts down,

and Savic's gonna open
that capsule any minute.

But if you walk in there,
you'll be thrown up

against that baffle with Walter.

Where's the heat sensor
that turned the turbine on?

Two feet away from the door
to the observation room.

This Dr. Shizz has got
to be good for something.

Grab that flask,

put on this lab coat,

follow me.

All clear.

Everybody's at the ceremony.

See, this light is here
for a reason--

so insane people
do not open this door

while the
turbine is on.

So stand back while I open it.

Are you okay?

Yeah. It's just a cut.

Happy, where are we?

Almost done heating
this sucker up.

Now it is time for you to see

what I have brought back
to our great land.

Lieutenant, your men
may now open the capsule.

Hurry.

They're opening
the capsule.

Flask.

Just need
a small sample to test.

No orange,
no orange.

No orange.

What is wrong with you?

Uh, sorry, sir.

The air inside
is hot as oven.

Get down!

No orange.

We're good.

It's just dust.

The Americans!

Guys, the gig is up.
Get out now.

Mr. President,
you need to find us.

We can get you out safely.

I have allies who will hide

Eerik and me.
Hechnians are survivors.

You take care
of your own team and be safe.

Come on, come on,
get in!

Let's go,
we got to go!

The pass code to the unmanned
back gate. Godspeed.

No one on our tail.
We're gonna make it.

Just heard from the SEALs.
They're ready and waiting.

We're 15 minutes away.
We're good.

General Savic. Be advised
the president is in custody.

He said he and Eerik
would be safe.

He knew we wouldn't leave
if he was in danger.

Guys, we can't just leave him
here. But it's not like

we can take on an entire army.

Not with our strength.

But with our brains.

Happy, turn the car around.

Your trial

will be in the morning,
so you'll be dead by sundown.

As for Team Scorpion,

I have men
at every train station,

highway and port
in a 30-mile radius.

They will be captured.

General. The Americans
are at security gate.

Hello.

Your men currently have
their guns at our backs.

But if you let us live,

we can make sure the
U.S. doesn't shut down

your entire space program.

Homeland knows
what you're up to

and they've informed
the White House.

But you could give me
five minutes of your time

and we could make a deal.

It could make you
very, very rich.

Let me begin by saying
you have a lovely country.

Your five minutes
is running.

Get to the point, Sly.

Right, the point.

This is what is left
of your meteor.

- Asteroid.
- Seriously? Now?

I am a germophobe;

I would never put my hand
in something

if it was contaminated.

We rendered

a deadly
space rock safe.

We have that technology.

We know how
to do it.

You don't.

So you have
two choices.

And what are they?

One, you get out of
the space harvesting game.

The U.S. won't let you proceed

as you've been
going because

it threatens life
on this planet.

Or two, we license you our tech,

we show you how to confirm
if any specimen if safe

before you bring it to Earth,

and the U.S. will enforce
your exclusive right

to our I.P. in exchange for
an 80/20 revenue split

with America, in your favor.

You have the authority
to do this?

You're just a child.

Cabe?

The U.S. embassy wants to meet
with you regarding this matter

within the hour.

This is a real offer,

but my nation will only deal
with President Korsovich

and his allies,

who will remain in power,
unharmed.

Agreed.

Come on, boys.

You know what to do.
Uncuff us.

You just brokered
a peace treaty.

Like a real statesman.

I almost threw up twice.

Let's keep that between us.

I have never
needed a drink so badly.

Today was...

Par for the course.

You were great, by the way.

Truly appreciate
your help.

The whole gang does.

If they were here,
they'd tell you themselves.

You really love those guys,
don't you?

Absolutely.

♪ Every caution sign ♪

♪ How could I have been
so blind? ♪

They're very lucky.

♪ Trying to tell myself ♪

♪ It will be fine... ♪

Well, I better go drop that
jump drive off at the Shopper.

I've got a crooked
Alderman to take down.

♪ Now all I have left... ♪

Okay, well...

♪ But I feel better knowing ♪

♪ Though the rain
is pouring... ♪

...take care.

You too, Cabe.

♪ I feel fine knowing ♪

♪ I'll be better by morning. ♪

Damn it.

Ah, dock that agent
a day's pay

for napping on the job.

Hey, Cabe, we're back.

Hey, guys.

It's good to see you.

Same here.

Where's Allie?

We wanted to say
thank you.

Oh, she's gone.

She's gone for the day,

or she's still gone gone?

She's gone gone.

But the important
thing is,

is Patel's out,

and you're in.

The Alderman seat's yours
if you want it.

Yeah, I'm not gonna take it.

Why the hell not?

Because you want me to and
I don't listen to stupid people.

Excuse me?

Might want to say

that kind of stuff

from a distance, Sly.

No.

I'm saying it to his face.

Cabe, you are stupid.

Allie's great.

You like her and she likes you,

but you won't be with her
just to try and protect me,

and what she did doesn't
even bother me anymore.

That's stupid.

So you'd give up being Alderman
just to teach me a lesson?

I'm offering you a trade.

I'll take the oath of office
if you take Allie to dinner.

You're turning into
a hell of a negotiator.

Come on, I'm gonna
go see Allie,

I'll give you
a ride home.

Well, I have some
paperwork to do.

So, you guys must need a
rest after today's case,

right on the heels of all
that wedding running-around

you've been doing.

Yeah, you're telling me, sister.

We are pooped.

Liar.

Happy's talking about
plunge pools,

and has high-end
nail files

and your skin's
never looked better.

Really? I didn't think
anyone noticed.

Can it.

I know you've been taking
advantage of the freebies

from the venues,
and your gig is up.

Paige, I am appalled
and insulted

that you would even...

Pay her off.
What?

She wants a payoff.

Give her the coupons

from Harmony
Mansion Spa.

Come on, Paige
wouldn't take a bribe.

I want a bribe.

I'm disappointed in you.

You'll get over it.

You know, if we get
out of here now,

we could get a quick exfoliation
at that hotel on Sunset.

Okay, let's do it.

If you're looking
for rebates

on solar panel installation...

Mr. O'Brien, this is Mel Casey.

I got your message. I can fit
Happy and Toby in next week.

Please call me back
to set up a time.

Another pre-marital lecturer?

Walter,
it's your call,

but I'm telling you
it's a mistake.

No, I thought about
what you told me

and, um,
you were right.

So I cancelled all of them.

Who left the message?

Dance instructor.

You know, Happy and Toby are
none too light on their feet,

so I thought that they could
maybe learn something nice

for their first dance
as husband and wife.

Walter...

That's...

that's actually sweet.

Well, I also thought about what
you said regarding a wedding

being a celebration of a special
bond between two people.

And that got me thinking
about Erwin Schrodinger,

the father of
quantum mechanics.

Of course it did.

Schrodinger once told a story
about how he loved his wife.

Love made no scientific
sense to him;

he couldn't explain the bond.

But he said when they stared
into each other's eyes,

their consciousness
must have been

mathematically
identical because...

...that's when love
made sense to him.

When looking
into her eyes.

So since you look into
someone's eyes when you dance,

dance lessons made sense.

Put that way,
it makes a lot of sense.

Mm.

Ooh, I also thought
about what you said

about the unique
characteristics of one person

combining with what makes
another person special

into a bond that is
its own amazing thing.

So, I...

...picked out a
wedding song

that combined Toby's
knowledge of biology

with Happy's talents in
construction and engineering.

♪ The head bone connected ♪

♪ To the neck bone... ♪

Medical for Toby and
mechanical for Happy.

It's-It's very you.

♪ Back bone ♪

♪ The high bone... ♪

Perhaps we should see if
it's suitable for dancing?

♪ Knee bone ♪

♪ Oh, hear the word... ♪

I guess we can test it out.

♪ The head bone ♪

♪ Connected to the neck bone ♪

♪ The neck bone ♪

♪ Connected to the back bone ♪

♪ The thigh bone's ♪

♪ Connected to the ♪

♪ Knee bone ♪

♪ Oh, hear the word ♪

♪ My love ♪

♪ Oh, hear the word ♪

♪ My love. ♪

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