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Previously on Scorpion...

I just want a huge wedding.

I never dreamed
I'd marry a babe like you. I...

It's the greatest
accomplishment of my life.

I just...
I want everyone to know it.

I am running
for the 16th District Alderman

of West Altadenia

in the local,
upcoming election.

In layman's terms,

he's running
out of oxygen and he's loopy.

And the only person
he'll talk to is you,

'cause he thinks that
you're up there with him.

What? Wh-What is he saying?

Things.

Oh, boy.

So talk to him
and get him to pull

that big blue lever
that opens the exterior hatch.

What if I can't do it?

Then he dies.

The route is precisely timed.

Toby and Happy's
bachelor/bachelorette party

will hit all of the highlights.

So, what are the hot spots?

Well, first, the science center,

followed by the planetarium,

a quick visit

to the Natural History Museum,

before ending the day
at Salton Sea.

You know the Salton Sea's
effectively

an abandoned resort town
because the lake's polluted?

And its resulting salinity
has made the area

the crown jewel
of avian biodiversity.

Sly requested that we include it
in the festivities.

Okay, I was
afraid of this,

so I went traditional bachelor
party on my end,

starting with the transportation

that I have
Cabe and Sly picking up,

not to mention the piñatas.

Piñatas?
Yeah. It's custom-made

to look like Happy and Toby.

You fill them with candy,
a few mini-booze bottles,

and they get to whack
the heck out of each other.

It's fun.

It's not as fun
as the science center.

You only say that because you
haven't seen the bus I rented.

This is what Paige got?

How'd your first meeting go?

I prepped all night for
my first constituent breakfast.

Turns out,
all anybody wanted to do

was complain
about red light cameras

and pooper-scooping enforcement.

No one wants
to step in poop, kid.

After you, Mr. Alderman.

Wow.

This is fancy.

Ooh.

This smells sticky.

Do you mind if I take a nap?

I'm pretty exhausted.

Good luck
with that.

Son a of butter churn!

Turn it off!

Can't. It's somehow connected
to the ignition.

It's part of the party
hearty experience,

I guess.

I'm sure Happy can fix it.

We got to swing
by her apartment

and help Toby move
a few boxes into her place.

Well, drive fast!

I'm just saying, I thought
we agreed on a few boxes.

Not a truck full of junk.

These are keepsakes
from a life well-lived.

More like packrat trash
from the life of a hobo.

I mean,
there's a hundred binders here.

Yeah. It's my
research, my papers.

One day Harvard's gonna want
that stuff for their library.

It's worthless
if it's not complete.

Could've stopped at "worthless."

I mean, what the hell is this?

That's Toby Dick.

See? The fedora? Huh?

It's from one of my patients
with a Melville fetish.

It can go over the fireplace.

It can go in the fireplace.

I don't want to junk up
my apartment.

It is no longer your apartment.

It is our home.

We have the extra bedroom.

My motorcycle room?

I am not losing my bikes
to your yard sale.

We're gonna finish
this conversation later.

We're busy fighting.
What's up?

We got a case.

Really cool stuff.
You and Happy almost done?

Yeah. Just a few more boxes.

Okay.

Patching in Sly and Cabe.

Walter, we're here.

What's the case?

Mars biosphere out past Solvang.

Quick engineering job.

We can cover it.
You and Cabe go

get Paige's piñatas,
then meet us out there,

so we can start Toby and Happy's
party once we're done.

Sounds good.

We'll catch up with you
in a bit.

Speaking of catching up,

didn't you two promise
to help me move?

Yeah, keep your pants on,

we're turning onto...
Oh, that's a lot of boxes.

I don't want to
move all that stuff.

...into traffic, real
bad traffic right now.

We're not gonna be
able to make it.

Hey, I see you suckers!

What? Bad connection.

Smooth.

Welcome to Mars.

Kapper Aerospace Industries'
Mars Simulation Biodome,

a state-of-the-art facility

perfectly replicating
the environment and experience

our first intergalactic settlers
will encounter

on the Red Planet.

Though built with tear-
and break-proof carbon fiber

to withstand
Mars' worst windstorms,

it also houses luxurious living
quarters, research-ready labs,

and a virtual Garden of Eden

capable of growing
a variety of foods.

The MSB is the premier
Earth-replication habitat

for NASA.

Very impressive.

Thank you. We are currently
in the final phase

of our 12-month experiment.

Salvatore Roselli, chemist,

and Jennifer Henning,
an accomplished botanist,

are just 30 days away
from completing their mission.

11 months ago,

they entered
the biodome to make history.

Hey. Check out
Sal's hand on Jen's back.

If it's up here,
it's all business,

but down here is all pleasure.

If that's Eden,
Adam and Eve have been getting

a little biblical
over the last 11 months.

Once they've
completed their mission,

each one will be rewarded
a $100,000 cash bonus,

and Kapper Industries

will be awarded a multibillion-
dollar contract from NASA

to build the first biodome
on Mars.

But not if we don't fix
your thorium power grid.

Exactly.
It went out this morning.

We are on the goal line.

We cannot let
this experiment fail.

Based on your schematics,
it should take a few hours

to repair your grid, tops.

I'm confused.

Won't Scorpion's involvement
compromise

the integrity of the experiment?

Not really.

Any NASA mission
would include an engineer

to deal with any power issues
that might come up.

But the bigger concern
is interaction

with Salvatore and Jennifer.

In reality,

the first Mars pioneers
will be cut off

from other humans
for the rest of their lives,

so if your
scientific method

is to remain pure, we need
to avoid them at all costs.

Won't be a problem.

According to schedules,
my scientists are supposed to be

in the lab all day
working on an experiment,

and the grid
is nowhere near them.

Now, before you go, I'm gonna
need all your cell phones

and comms,
for integrity of the experiment.

Oh, I'm also gonna
need you all to sign

standard nondisclosure
agreements.

I can't let anyone know
the details of my work

until I report my findings
to NASA.

Of course.

Since you mentioned comms,

communications between Earth
and Mars would be delayed

due to distance.

Does your experiment
account for that?

Indeed it does.

Our system is programmed
to have a 20-minute lag,

so everything you see or hear
from the biodome

actually happened
1,200 seconds ago.

You are certainly
a smart fellow.

Smartest one in the room.

He lives for this kind of thing.

Of course. Well, school
is officially in session.

Uh, here you go.

Key fob for entry.

And when you're done,
I'll remotely open the door

so you can exit.
You lock the scientists in?

They can always
request to leave.

But the 20-minute delay,
it allows for reflection

and avoids any rash decisions

that could ruin
a multimillion-dollar venture.

Now, I've got a van that's
gonna take you all to the dome

in the Camino Desert.
It's about 40 minutes

from mission control,
which is where I'm heading.

You don't have to drive all
the way over there, Mr. Kapper.

I can get into your system

and we can observe from here.

Oh, that certainly
is a fun idea, son,

but we've got a state-of-the-art
security system...

See? Here it is.

Wait, what?

How did he do...

Smartest one in the room.

Hello.

Paige, we can't turn
the music off in this thing!

I didn't know that when I rented
it; just check the manual.

I did.

It's useless.

I am sure you can figure it out.

How's the party planning going?

Uh, it's good.

We're on our way
to pick up your piñatas now.

Paige. What was the
deposit on this thing?

$500. Why?

'Cause I'm pulling over
and tearing out these speakers.

What? No...

Cabe.

I'm not paying
for those speakers.

Okay, and the truth comes out.

No wonder we signed
nondisclosure agreements.

You smell something?

That's the, uh, putrid
stench of failure.

What a dump.

You can keep your stuff here.

No, it's the smell
of the ultraviolet lights

from the garden

hitting the oxygen-ozone
mixture, it's like...

Oh, hello.

Let me help you out.

Hello, Walter.

I've smelled this before.

Walt, you all right, pal?

You're looking a little loopy.

Yeah, I, uh...

The smell in here just caused
the strangest memory,

but there's no way
this could be a memory.

What was it?
Uh, this is gonna sound crazy,

but Paige and I were
on Elia's space capsule.

You know, uh,
as a psychiatrist,

I can tell you

that that did not happen
and, yes, it does sound crazy.

So, uh, how about
we focus on the grid

and get out
of this pigsty?

What the hell's going
on with Walt?

He's having
an olfactory-triggered memory.

That rocket had
an O2-ozone mixture,

and it was hit
with ultraviolet rays

from the sun.

The stink
in here is similar.

It's taking him
back to when he thought

he was star-hopping with Paige.

He said a lot of things
to Paige up there.

Best these memories stay buried.

Agreed.

So how about
we just fix the grid

and then get out of here
before his schnoz sniffs out

any more of the truth.

This place looked
a lot better in the video.

These are tell-tale signs
of full-blown ego depletion.

These biodome
inhabitants,

they must've been so driven

to succeed in their experiments,

they weren't able to focus
on any of the other elements

of life satisfaction.

Like hygiene.

Don't blame me.

I'm a neat freak.

Salvatore Roselli, I presume.

Who the hell are you guys?

That bastard Kapper send you?

Yeah, and he said
that you and your partner

would be in the lab.

Oh, please.
He knows we haven't followed

our work schedule for months.

All he cares about is keeping
this place barely running

for the next month
to impress NASA.

You pick up on Kapper lying?

He said that,
according to schedule,

they should be in the lab,
and they should be.

That's not a lie.

He didn't seem like a fraud,
he was very congenial.

Oh, yeah?
Well, he didn't lock you up

in a snow globe
with faulty equipment

and a blonde lunatic.

Real nice.

Only people we've seen
in over 330 days,

and first thing you
do is badmouth me.

And you must be
Jennifer Hennings.

Uh, no, she goes
by Oscar the Grouch now.

Really? The messy thing?
With visitors?

I am a man of science.

I observe and draw conclusions.

And after observing you
for the past 11 months,

my conclusion is, you're a slob.

Okay, friends.

We don't really want to get
in the middle of things.

In fact,
this interplay

taints the whole experiment.

This thing's been tainted
since the day we came in.

Yeah, mostly because
the world-class botanist

can't sustain a farm.

None of my plants would've died
if I would've been given

the proper fertilizer mixtures
from Mr. Ivy League Chemist.

Ivy League. Harvard?
Dartmouth.

- No wonder this failed.
- Sal, Jen,

we're just here to
fix the power grid,

so if you could just
show us where that is,

we will do our thing and
get out of your... hair.

Your wild,

unkempt, crazy hair.

It's about time
Kapper sent somebody.

Power's been
very unreliable lately.

Totally inconsistent.

Look at that.

Something that
you agree on.

So how about we get
the electricity humming

and you guys can hot-plate
up some vittles,

'cause you-you both look thinner
than when you came in here,

and Jen, you're, um,

you're a
little jaundiced,

and your skin is
showing low turgor.

I'm a little concerned
about your health.

Yeah, I lost some weight.

But I'm rationing

my space-mush supplies.

I'll make it the last month.

And I'm growing fruits
and vegetables in my room.

Barely.
And she doesn't share them.

Okay, I'll tell you what,

how about you show me
this lovely garden,

and, uh, Sal, why don't you
show Walter and Happy the grid?

We'll get it fixed

and then we'll get
out of this madhouse.

Follow me.

Once the farm started dying,

I moved viable plants in here.

Put out my own soil bin.

Let me turn on the lights
and the hydroponics

so you can get
the full experience.

Isn't it beautiful?

Oh, yeah.

It's certainly interesting.

That's a lot of dirt up there.

Sal says I'm hoarding
all the power,

but I need it.

So screw him.

It's funny, from the video
that Kapper showed us,

I assumed you were a couple.

Yeah, we were.

And then we came in here.

You know, when you work
with someone all day

and live with them all night,
there's no space to yourself.

Not healthy.

You don't say.

Here she is,
the thorium reactor.

Who Jerry-rigged that?

She takes all the energy

for her
precious plants,

but I set up a back door
so things could be

a bit more equitable.

So she's siphoning off power and
you're trying to siphon it back.

As of this morning,

when I finished
splicing the wires

to redirect the lines.

This thing is not designed
for multiple line outputs.

It's why your grid
went down today.

Oh, are you kidding?

This is rigged for disaster.

I guarantee you
Jen turned on her pod's

light show for Mr. Harvard.

Oh, this is bad.
The system's overheating.

Can you fix it?

No way I can sort through
this in time.

Come on, it's gonna blow.

And this is my prized zucchini.

Jen, turn off your power now!

See, he's always
complaining about the power.

He just won't shut up!

Sal, you okay?

Yeah.

Walt,

you all right?

Walt?

You still with me?

Uh, y-yeah, think so.

Listen, the reactor exploded.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah, yeah, we should
check on the others.

But first I need you
to tell me something.

What happened to me
when I was up in that rocket?

♪ Scorpion 3x22 ♪
Strife on Mars
Original Air Date on April 17, 2017

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

I recall the strangest things
about my time in space.

You can't recall things
that never happened.

What the hell happened here?

Toby, you in there?

Yeah, yeah.

We're here.

Guys, that loft gave way
and there's a mountain of soil

blocking the door.

Oh, God.

We're sealed in.

It's getting really hot in here.

Out here, too.

Reactor-grade thorium gives off
a massive amount of heat.

And we're in a dome
constructed of carbon fiber.

We're basically
in an oven.

We are not dealing with
a lot of square footage.

Things will get
exponentially hotter

in a very brief period of time.

Yeah, especially in here.
It's a much smaller space.

We must've jumped 20 degrees
in the last two minutes.

We need shovels.

We've got some
at the farm.

Come on.
Okay.

Uh...

Walt, Jen was in bad
shape to begin with.

Dehydration and malnutrition.

She's swooning
now and...

Walt, the AC unit's out.

Okay, I'm into
your security cameras.

Hey, how about you fix
all the vulnerabilities

you're exploiting
to hack into my biodome?

Got to protect the jewel
of Kapper Industries.

Oh, look, there's
the team going in.

Not really,
that was 20 minutes ago.

They're probably
hard at work now.

The jewel
of Kapper Industries seems

to have lost some of its luster.

Yeah, what happened to Eden?

Look, I'm the
first to admit

that the dome looks
a little bit lived in,

but that's a small price
to pay to make history.

Fine, I ran into funding issues
halfway through the project.

So the dome isn't
all I hoped for,

but it's still a beacon
for scientific inquiry.

I'm not sure I'm comfortable
with my team

repairing a sensitive
reactor in a place

that looks like an attraction

from an abandoned
amusement park.

I assure you, there is
nothing to worry about.

They're in a very secure,
very safe environment.

Guys, I'm getting nowhere here.

This dirt
just keeps backfilling.

Dr. Curtis...

I'm feeling dizzy.

Hold on!

We're going as fast as we can.

Hey, I know you're hotter
than a street-corner Rolex,

but you just got
to stay with me.

Guys, guys,
she's in bad shape.

We don't have much time.

In this heat we could lose her.

This is taking too long.

She never should've brought this
dirt into the living quarters.

But she had to have her
ammonium nitrate-rich soil

for her
stupid plants.

Ammonium nitrate?

Stop digging, stop digging.

Do you have pure
ammonium nitrate in the lab?

Yeah.

We can use it to
freeze the soil.

Once it's frozen,
we can break it up

into movable blocks
and get them out in minutes.

I'll be right back.
Okay, Toby?

You need to find a way to
soak the soil with water.

This won't work unless
it's saturated.

I'm on it!

Is it my imagination,
or do those scientists

not like each other very much?

Hey, Sylvester.

Ralph, I just got

a text alert on my Emergency App

about seismic activity
at the same coordinates

as the biodome.

It's only a 2.7
on the Richter scale,

but still I thought it prudent
to call and check it out.

I'm pulling up the U.S.
Geological Survey site now.

What's up?
Probably nothing.

Might've been a small tremor
at the biodome.

Could slow down
the guys' work.

No, the dome, it's built
to withstand the impact

of even a strong shaker.

That place couldn't withstand
the impact of a salt shaker.

Mom, this is bad.

There's no record
of fault line movement

within a 100-mile radius
of here.

Okay, why's that bad?

It means the tremor
the government sensors picked up

was man-made.

Something inside
the biodome released

as much energy
as a small earthquake.

Oh, thorium reactor.

What's he doing?

Turning off the 20-minute
delay so we can see

what's happening to
the team in real time.

What happened to the very safe

and secure environment
you promised?

Get the ammonium nitrate as
deep into the soil as you can.

What exactly is
the plan here?

Toby's saturating
the soil with water.

When ammonium nitrate
comes into contact

with dihydrogen
monoxide...

You mean when dirt
touches the water?

Yeah.
Freezes the surrounding soil.

And then we can
break it up into pieces

and remove it like
a collapsed brick wall.

Just hang in there.

If this works
we'll be out of here soon.

It's working.

It's freezing solid.

Just hold on, Jen.

We'll be
there soon.

The largest solidifications
will be in the center.

Here, let me get it.

Ralph, stop the
film, back it up.

Right there. Hit play.

Go open the door
and let them out!

Watch out, watch out.

No, the door mechanism,
it must've been damaged

in the explosion,
I can't get them out of there.

Mom, I just pulled up
the biodome's diagnostics.

It's 110 degrees in there
and increasing.

Okay, we have to manually
get them out.

The nearest people
are 40 minutes away.

They'll be dead by
the time we get there.

Ralph, it looks
like you have a plan.

I'm hacking into the biodome's
P.A. system,

patching in
Cabe and Sly.

We need the whole team working
together if we're gonna

get them out
of there.

Where the hell are you going?

Hey, you all signed
nondisclosure agreements.

I wish you the
best of luck,

but, uh, things are
getting a little hairy,

so I'm out of here.

What a jerk.

Almost there.

I see his stupid hat.

Jen.

Jen,

give me your hand.

You're almost there.

Slowly.

You okay?

Tired.

I don't feel good.

Okay, just catch your breath.

If only someone had warned you
about putting the soil supply

up on that loft.

Oh, wait, I did.

Every day
for the last 11 months.

Hey!

Let's figure out what we're
doing here, and once we get out,

you two can tear
each other to pieces.

Capisce?

Guys, let's get
out now, come on.

We got you.

Guys?

It's Paige. Can you hear me?

Loud and clear.

Status report:
Ralph rigged the P.A. system.

Sly and Cabe are linked in.

We know about the explosion.

Door's broken, can't get out.

Kapper just ran off,
you're screwed.

No, no, no, no, no.

We got to get out of here stat.

It's humid as hell,
and in moist air,

heat levels of
122 degrees

are acutely fatal because
the water vapor

condenses in your lungs.

We got to be at 110 right now.
112.

Ah! Less than a half an hour
until we're dead.

We got to buy
some time

until we figure out a way
to get out of this Crock-Pot.

Jen's air-conditioning unit.

We can use its
refrigerant

to temporarily cool the thorium

in what's left of the reactor.

It'll eventually heat up again,

but at least we'll slow down
our slow-roasting.

Yeah.

We just picked up
the piñatas from Sylmar.

So we're not far from you.

We're coming to bust you out.

Got it.

Let's go, let's go.

When the coolant
hits the thorium,

it's gonna cause
an incredibly hot steam cloud.

What about you?

There's gonna be
a concussive pulse.

I'll duck as fast as possible.

Now stay back.

One, two...

Walt.

You okay?

I kissed Paige on the rocket.

You should've kissed her
on the mouth.

It's not funny.

You guys keep playing it off

like nothing happened out there,
but I'm not imagining things.

Paige.

What do you know about this?

Um... kissing you in space?

I-I know that didn't happen.

Then what am I remembering?

M-Maybe you had a sexy dream.

Gross.

No, it's very
normal for adults.

Happy has them
about me all the time.

Gross.

Walter, you've got
bigger problems

- than a seven-month-old case.
- I don't like that voice.

That's your
I-see-something-scary voice.

That's how he always sounds.

Exactly.

There is a fog
surrounding the dome,

thickest on the east side

by what I can only assume

is the waste tank.

The waste tank? That must've
ruptured during the explosion.

This is bad.

When is a ruptured
waste tank good?

Spell it out, Doc.

Ammonia is a natural
by-product of human waste,

but it should be treated
with certain chemicals

to prevent dangerous
bacteria from forming,

and, you know,

judging from the looks
of this crap-shack,

I don't think Kapper
was big on upkeep.

What's so dangerous
about this waste fog?

When concentrations of ammonia
mix with humid air,

it creates a cloud
that's deadly if inhaled.

In 1950s London,

nitrogen dioxide

and sulfur dioxide

combined into a fog
that killed over 4,000 people.

How are we supposed to try and
open the dumb door if we die

by stepping into that fog?

Let's just keep our heads.

We'll think of something.

For now, you guys
just stay put.

Not sure if that's an option.

Uh, guys...

the fog that was outside,
now it's inside.

It's coming in pretty fast.

Won't be long before it
gets down here.

No, we won't have to wait for
the fog to come down to us.

Once it makes its way through
the ducts to these wall vents,

it'll fill this room up
in seconds.

Sly, we'll handle
the vents in here.

Now, you need to find a way

to seal the waste tank.

So, stop the fog at its source

so you can get to the door.

Oh, guys.
The soil that we froze,

that must've started
to melt by now,

so grab buckets
and fill it up with mud.

We're gonna Spackle
these vents shut.

Close enough,
close enough, close enough.

Close enough, close enough,
close enough.

Would you just settle down?

We're at least 30 feet
from the fog.

Too close for comfort.

Yeah, well, I
hate to tell you,

but you're about to get
very uncomfortable.

Get in the back and grab
the Happy and Toby piñatas

and the air freshener sprays
I saw in the bathroom.

I'm gonna go rip that "No
Trespassing" sign off its post.

If you saw the air fresheners,
why didn't you use 'em?

♪ Hell yeah... ♪

Okay, we're heading
toward the fog.

How are you guys
protecting yourselves?

We're using the piñatas.

We sealed the eye holes
and the neck

with the packing tape we were
gonna use for Toby's move.

We got to move fast.

These things are quickly
filling with carbon monoxide.

We only have a few minutes.

This one's done. You guys?

Finished over here.

Done.

Now the only one left
is up there.

Yeah, y-you might not have
the vertical leap.

I can climb up
the scaffolding.

That's not a scaffold.

It's aluminum framing
for the sprinkler system.

Wasn't built for climbing.

And those piñatas weren't
made to be snorkels.

We're in improvisation mode.

So, I'll need goggles,

respirator mask,

and rope to descend down
after I seal the vent.

In the lab, all you need.

Toby, Happy, go grab
those items for me.

And, Sal,

help me combine all our soil
into one bucket.

Be careful. The melting
point of aluminum

is 1,221 degrees,

but the melting point of your
hand is a whole lot less.

That is not
a high-end respirator.

It only blocks minor fumes
from chemical experiments.

The filter will fail
in a minute or two.

Good to know.

All right. Here I go.

Hope that mask
protects him.

No way of knowing.

It's not like Sal's lab
equipment was ever used.

I can't believe I had
two tons of dirt and a shovel

and you're still here.

Don't worry.

They're not us.

We are not them. Right?

Not yet, anyway.

I made it.

Okay. Head back to the bus.

Guys, the tank is sealed.

Out here, the fog should
dissipate in a few minutes.

That means the only place
the fog being generated

inside the tank can go

is through the vent in the dome.

It should start
pouring out faster.

It's starting to.

That looks really bad,

and you don't have a good mask.

Hurry up or you won't
be getting enough oxygen.

Because you're not getting
enough oxygen.

I know I can't be what you need.

I know I can't be
emotionally present

the way that you deserve,

but I always thought
that, that eventually,

that you'd want to...
you'd want to be with me.

That's why it hurts...

because I love you.

I love you, too, Walter.

What? What did she say?

Walt, just hold on.

We're gonna figure out a way
to get you down.

You guys lied to me!

I know what happened!

Paige told me
she loves me in space!

Oh, man.
Oh, no.

- Oh, boy.
- Oh, crap.

Hey, Walt, uh, look, it's not
Princess and the Pea quality,

but it should stop you from
breaking most of your bones.

I don't care about that.

I just want to know from Paige,

why did you tell me
you loved me?

Mom.

Did you really say
that to Walter?

Um... honey, I don't recall.

Yes, you do.

I can hear it in your voice.

Uh...

I'm getting dizzy.

- I found a knife!
- Point down!

Okay.

I'm coming up, drop the gear.

Listen,
Walt's a bit below the fog,

but you're gonna be right
up in it, so Spackle fast,

cut him loose and get down.

Okay?

Careful, Happy.

That place is held together

by spit and chewing gum.
It looks sturdy,

but it's deceptive.
Oh, like you?

I wasn't being deceptive.

I said what I had to say
to get you back to Earth safely.

Ah! So you admit it.
You said it.

Son, stop acting
like a hurt schoolboy.

Focus on getting down

and get out of there.

And he better do that fast.

Even after Happy
covers the vent,

the dome's at 120 degrees now.

Two more degrees
and respiratory failure.

Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Keep your eyes open, Jen.
Come on.

Sly, Cabe, we only got
a few minutes.

You got to find a way
to get the door open.

Is that all?

It's a reinforced, triple steel,

mechanically and
electronically locked

biodome door.

We need tools and time.
All we have is a few minutes

and a party bus.

That's right. So, let's party.

Champagne?

You're damn right.

Let's suck the fuel
out of this bus

and make some Molotov cocktails.

I'm never getting
that deposit back.

Okay, vent is sealed.

Time for Operation Chumbo Drop.

'Cause you're my chum. Get it?

Eh, it's amusing.

Hey, hey, you might want
to step to the side.

Forecast calls for genius.

Are you okay, pal?

Yeah, you know,

if we're gonna
effectively dry-drown

in our own lung fluid,
I have to demand

that you tell me
what happened on that rocket.

You won't like it.
Try me.

Oh, help.
Help, she's unconscious.

Guys, her pulse
is extremely weak.

Uh, she looks worse than I feel.

Will she even make it till Cabe

figures a way
to open the door?

No, not at this rate.

We got to get fluids
into her directly.

There is no time
for consumption or absorption.

So, grab your medical bag.

Um, I'm looking right at it.

How does it help us
in the garage?

We came to fix a reactor.

Why would I bring
my medical bag?!

The irrigation system.

Sal, I saw salt and
water in Jen's room.

Hurry up and get it.

What are you thinking, Walt?

She is dead in less than
a minute unless I can figure out

a way to inject her
without a needle.

Oh, just what I thought.

It's driven by a piston.

Uh, engineer,

how do I build
an injector from this?

Uh, I'm a little foggy.

We all are, but you can do this.

Okay.

I'm sorry about this.
Huh?

Oh, my laptop!

Needed the magnet.

And I need
electrical current.

Oh, I got it.

Okay, I'm putting the
magnet under the piston.

And once Toby hits it
with electricity,

it creates Lorentz force,
increasing the piston's velocity

so much that...
The saline solution

penetrates her skin,

right into the fatty tissue.

Here, I got the
water-salt solution.

Yeah.
Done with the injector.

All right,
put it against her skin.

Jen, I want you to know
I'm sorry for everything.

Please be okay.

All right, here goes science.

Four heart pumps,
and hydration should hit

most of her body.

Hi.

Sal,

I'm sorry, too.

Guys, the temperature reads

121.

122, we're goners.

Uh, Cabe,
what's your plan?

Figured what's a bachelor
party without cocktails?

We're gonna blow that
damn door off its hinges.

Found aluminum oxide.

Ah, calcium hydroxide.

- Got it.
- Pour it in.

I am really feeling this
in my lungs, Walt.

Do you think Cabe's plan
is going to work?

If we bring the explosives,

he brings the heat, it'll work.

Yeah, hold on, big guy,

we'll be in frigid,
85-degree weather

before you know it.
I'm not gonna make it.

Oh, no, no, no.
No sitting down on the job.

Everyone,
get away from the door.

Cabe, the explosion putty's
on the hinges.

Steel door will transfer heat to
the putty quickly, so back away.

Okay, now!

Cabe, are you there?

Are they okay?

They're banged up,
but they're all right.

Thanks, guys.

Water from the party bus.

The EMTs should be
on their way soon.

Is that a door hinge?

I don't think Paige is gonna
get her deposit back.

You okay?

Physically, yes.

You upset about Paige
and outer space?

Everyone knew?

I poured my heart out to her,
and everyone knew?

So all this time, I'm walking
around the office unaware,

like an imbecile, and...

I'm disappointed in Paige.
She lied to me.

She didn't lie to you.

You were suffering
hallucinations.

She helped save you.

She didn't tell you
what happened because

she probably thought
you'd be embarrassed.

Which you shouldn't be.

You told someone
you loved 'em, so what?

You made out
with your palm--

who cares?
I did what?

Yeah, um, when you imagined
you were kissing Paige,

you sort of sucked face
with your hand.

Let's go home.

Thanks.

Wow, pretzels, three
adults and a kid.

Cops are gonna break up
this bachelor party any minute.

I know, it's not
what we planned,

but the bus is ruined,
the piñatas are toxic,

and none of you are
in any shape

to run around tonight.

But I have a surprise coming,

and it should be here
any minute.

Any idea
when he'll be coming down?

He said he had
some thinking to do.

Maybe I should go talk to him.

I wouldn't do that.
He's a little spaced out,

on account
of what happened in space.

I think he needs his space.

Okay, thank you.

Well, Kapper's been hit
with over a million

in environmental fines.

NASA won't work with him.

Man, this party sucks.
Tell me about it.

I have a surprise coming.

While we're on the topic
of surprises,

saw Happy unloading
a wrapped gift from her truck.

Can only assume
it's for you, Doc.

This party just got better.

Oh!

Happy, let me help you
with that.

Is this for the bachelor/
bachelorette party?

Nope. It's more
of a housewarming.

Or should I say "homewarming"?

I don't want our relationship
to die like those plants

in the biodome.

And I surely do not want
to end up like Sal and Jennifer.

Me, either. I mean,
we see each other a ton now,

and once we're shacked up, it's
gonna be all Toby all the time.

And... well, that's, uh...
that can be a lot to take.

And you'll be getting
round-the-clock Happy.

That's... no picnic.

So let's remember

those dome-dwellers
as a cautionary tale

and make sure we don't get
on each other's nerves.

Agreed. Can I open it now?

It's your present, dummy.

You had Toby Dick framed?

My way of saying we'll make room
for your crap.

Mom, can we talk?

Sure, honey. What's up?

I'm confused.

When Walter was hallucinating,
he didn't stop being a genius.

He just saw things
that weren't there.

Um, okay.

Well, a genius brain knows
when it's being duped,

even with hypoxia.

His brain would've picked up
on it.

I... I don't get your point.

Have you considered
you weren't lying to Walter

when you told him you loved him?

Perhaps it worked because his
brain processed it as a fact.

Please,

just think about it.

Man, this party sucks.

She has a surprise.

What the hell is that?

The surprise.

Everyone meet Abra-Cadabracus,

the mathemagician.

Greetings.

I went to a bachelor party

in Saigon once,

woke up in the middle
of Ho Chi Minh Square

with my underpants on my head.

Man, my life's taken a turn.

No, don't be like that.
Abra-Cadabracus,

do your thing.

Okay, folks.
Let's start by throwing out

any two three-digit numbers

that I will then multiply.

Wow, you just brought
a knife to a gunfight.

Sly, 364 x 245?

89,180.

Wow, that... that was fast.

1,101,564 ÷ 4,962?

222.
Uncool, guys.

He's all I could find
on short notice.

Square root of 879?

29.6479. Do we have any chips?

I didn't come here to be mocked.

No, I... I'm sorry.
I'll send your check.

Oh, hey, Walt.
You missed Abra-Cacrapacus.

Paige, a moment?

Oh.

So, I... I want to apologize

for getting angry today.

Oh. It's okay.

You know, I understand that
you said what you had to say

to save my life.
Yes, exactly.

I mean, if I hadn't gotten you
to pull that hatch open,

your body would be decomposing

somewhere around Pluto
right now.

Actually,
decomposition requires oxygen,

and there's no oxygen in space.

But never mind.
It's not relevant.

I have to say, you're handling
this incredibly well.

I'm impressed.

Because of you.

You've taught me so much

over the past three years.

I can deal with human beings
much better now

and relate to others
thanks to you.

And that's why...

your services
are no longer required

a-at Scorpion.

Wh... I'm sorry. What?

You've done your job.
Incredibly well.

And it's time to move on

to a new challenge,
so I spoke to Richard Elia,

and he wants you to go work
for him.

He-He's always
been impressed by you.

Are you kidding me?

N-No. I've given you
a year's severance.

That's double salary
in 12 months.

That's good
for you and... and Ralph.

Go to hell.

Paige? Paige?

Uh...

Hey, Paige?

I have to say,
you're acting irrationally.

You've done great work here.
The job is over.

And I found you new employment

for twice the money.
So why... why are you mad at me?

The fact that you think
you've made progress

when you're pulling
something like this...

I am getting off
this crazy train for good.

Good luck, Scorpion. Ralph.

Let's go.

What did you do?

I made an executive decision.

It's in my right.

Man, this party sucks.

You are the one brain
I can't crack, 197.

I don't think I want to.

Don't always like
what goes on in there.

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