All language subtitles for Scorpion.S03E24.720p

Previously on Scorpion...

I now pronounce you

husband and wife.

I fired you

because I'm in love with you.

I'm in love with you, too.

I don't know what to do
with that information.

I have an idea.

Guess Paige is
back on the team.

I know this is
not a good time,

but we have a case.

The government
of French Polynesia

needs help setting up

their underwater
wave-powered generators.

They're willing
to fly us

to Tahiti, meaning...

Free honeymoon.

Our copilot is sick.

We're looking at
a minimum of four hours, okay?

Nope.

Got a multi-engine
commercial license.

Are there any other secrets
about you that I should know,

my beautiful bride?

Probably.

Something's wrong, I can tell.

We've lost power.

Buckle up and brace yourselves;
we're going down.

Nothing's getting
the power back up.

Hydraulics, too,
they're shot.

I can keep her steady as we lose
altitude, but no more than that.

We are on pure glide
back to earth at 120 knots.

We need a plan!

I can't hack
into plane's controls.

Tablet's dead.
Cell phones, too!

That loud boom
must've been an EMP.

It came from the back.
Guys, move out the way.

I'm gonna open the hatch.

Oh.

Look, one of the batteries
for the wave-powered generators.

People use batteries every day--
why did that one explode?

They're designed to charge
via ocean current.

But this one must've mistaken
the turbulence in the flight

for motion of the sea.

So it turned on, charged up

and overheated till it blew.

This is the last time
we take a job

using third-party equipment.

This might be the last time
we take a job at all!

Keep it positive.

We're at 45,000 feet

and dropping fast.

Sounds negative to me!

Walt, I hate
to state the obvious,

but an EMP
will not kill the hydraulics.

You need to get
eyes on what did!

I'm already searching.

Oh, I found it!

One of the Pelican cases
is being held against the wall,

a few feet up in the air.

That can only be from suction.

Which means, when the
battery exploded,

it sent shrapnel
through the wall

going to the forward
compartment.

That's where the hydraulics are;
shrapnel cut the lines.

No fluid, no hydraulics.

And no hydraulics, no control.

If that case wasn't
blocking that hole,

depressurization would kill us.

Earth's surface
is gonna handle that

in a matter of minutes.

Not if we get the
hydraulics up and running.

We have the world's
smartest engineer on board.

If you can
patch the line,

I might be able
to land this bird safe.

I can't open the hydraulics
compartment; it's depressurized.

We won't be able to breathe.

Scotty, Scotty,
you have to get this plane

down to 8,000 feet
to equalize the pressure

so Happy can open the hydraulics
hatch and fix the line!

Science is already doing that
for us.

Speed of the plane,
weight of the plane,

and the plane's
g-force of 32.036,

we'll reach 8,000 feet
in six minutes and 42 seconds,

and then the ground
quickly thereafter.

How quickly?

Uh, 39.52 seconds.

It's a shorter honeymoon
than I envisioned.

Listen, if she can fix
the hydraulics,

I'm gonna need
all the help I can

to pull this from a free fall.

I'll copilot!

Ow, that actually hurt.

Not like a crash will.

Walt, hydraulics are under
your feet, so cut a rug.

39,000 feet.

31,000 to go.

Everyone,
we're over the Pacific,

so get your flotation devices
ready.

Oh, God, I forgot
about the water.

I am not a strong swimmer.

30,000 feet!

Mom, it's backwards.

20,000 feet!

No, this way.

Coming to 8,000 feet! You ready?

Ready.

8,000!

Equalizing pressure. All right,

get ready.

You're good. Open up the hatch.

There's a lot
of hydraulic fluid.

Do you see the cut line?

There's lots of lines,
give me a minute.

We don't have a minute,
we have just over half a minute.

Uh, I found the culprit--
shrapnel hit

the hydraulic fluid reservoir.

It's all drained out.

You can fix it, right?

Maybe. I did a fix like this

when I was ice road trucking.

You were what now?

7,400 feet!

Okay, we got to improvise
a reservoir.

Any kind of fluid could be
enough to get us landed.

Oh, oh, I packed a two-liter
bottle of Shazz Active

to fight off
honeymoon hangovers.

Here.

Okay, Walt,
put a hole in the bottle cap.

After I feed the tube
through the bottle cap,

I'm gonna need something
to create a tight seal.

Gum. I always fly with it
for Ralph's ear pressure.

Ready?

Everyone chew.

Oh, what is this,
raspberry mint?

Thanks for making
my last culinary experience

a disappointing one.

5,800 feet!

Okay, that's enough.

Hand them over.

Ugh, disgusting.

Shazz, don't fail me now.

Okay, we're done. Pull her up!

Hydraulics engaged, okay,

we have control!

We're not out of the woods yet.

Yeah, but we are
out of the clouds.

Everybody, get your vests on
and buckle in!

There, to the right, an island.

Good stretch of sandy beach.

You think we can make it?

Maybe if I dump fuel.

The weight loss
will help us glide longer.

Prevent a fiery crash
on impact? Do it.

Okay.

Tricky turn on approach. Happy!

Yeah, coming!

How far's the island?

3.4 miles and closing.

How much fuel did we shed?

13,000 pounds, give or take.

Sly?

We're gonna come up
a tenth of a mile short.

Smack into the ocean
like hitting concrete.

Not if we skip off it,
like a rock.

The ocean absorbs
some collisional force,

easing up our beach landing.
It's not crazy.

It's not?

Sly, run the numbers.

Ralph, back him up.

Barf bag.

Going at 120 knots,

factoring in the kinematic
viscosity of seawater

and the diameter
of the plane's belly.

Nose up at 22 degrees.

All right, roger that!

I got her lined up on approach.

You get back to the cabin.

Like hell, I'm your copilot.

The cockpit is the most
dangerous part of the plane.

I'm the captain.

It's not a request.

Ugh, our honeymoon sucks.

Love you.

I love you, too.

Mom, I'm scared.

It's gonna be okay.

Okay, brace for impact in ten!

Nine!

Eight!

I'm right here, sweetheart.

Seven!

Six!

Five!

Four!

Three!

Brace for impact!

Is everyone okay?

We made it.

I can't believe we all survived.

Please remain in your seats

until the captain turns off
the “crap your pants” sign.

My life's still flashing
before my eyes.

Is that why you look so bored?

How long have we been out?

Uh, must've been 20 minutes?

Bravo on the landing, ace.

Scotty?

Door's jammed.

You okay?

Oh, my God.

Cockpit got ripped
clean off in the crash.

Oh, there it is!

Scotty!

Scotty?

That was my seat.

Hey. Did everybody make it?

Yeah. Thanks to you.

You know, teamwork, huh?

Speaking of which,
my arm is stuck.

Can you help me out?

H-Hang, hang on, hang on.
Y-You can't move him.

We need to get him out.

I know, but he, he
needs a hospital.

Hospital?
This island's deserted,

we saw it from the plane,
there's nothing here.

We don't even know
where “here” is.

Um, Scotty, I'm sorry,

can you just
give us one second?

Uh, guys, sidebar.

Guys, our fearless flyer
is in trouble.

We are all in trouble.

If rescuers
don't find us,

we don't find
a fresh water source,

we'll be dead in three days.

I'm aware of that,
but Scotty is on a faster clock.

He's talking, alert;
it doesn't seem that serious.

No, that's a crush injury.
His arm

and all surrounding muscles
have been pinned,

and that results in a buildup
of deadly toxins--

creatine kinase,
myoglobin, purines--

so if we just free his arm,

those toxins circulate
through his body,

resulting in heart failure.

Well, let's just leave him there
till we figure out what to do.

No, no, that's not an option,
'cause soon enough,

the toxins will seep
through the pinned veins

and get to his heart anyway.

Hold on. I've seen folks
pulled out of earthquake rubble

after three days and they live.

That's 'cause they're trapped
in an air pocket

or under something heavy
that hasn't actually compressed

their musculature.

Scotty's forearm is
building up these toxins,

and when the pressure
is big enough,

molecular level diffusions

will just push it
through the crush point.

He will die.

Then, what
are we supposed to do?

It's not like we have access

to a dialysis machine
on this island.

Well, then-then we make one

'cause if we don't,
he's dead in 60 minutes.

♪ Scorpion 3x24 ♪
Maroon 8
Original Air Date on May 1, 2017

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

This isn't Gilligan's
Island. We can't take

a couple of coconuts
and make a dialysis machine.

Who's Gilligan?

All right,
I'll figure something out.

Guys, I need the needles
from the first aid kit,

and we got to sterilize
them somehow

so he doesn't get infected.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

Let's-let's not do
anything drastic, okay?

Look, when an aircraft
goes missing,

dozens of independent agencies
start a search.

The EMP kept me from
signaling distress,

but they know our course.

L.A. to Tahiti is
a well-traversed route.

Okay? So, let's,
let's just give it some time.

If that time's longer
than an hour, you die.

You guys aren't doctors,
you're-you're computer nerds.

Actually, I am a doctor.

A surgeon?
Of the mind.

He's a shrink,

but these guys repaired my aorta
in the middle of the desert.

These are the nerds
you can bet on.

Okay, look, just do
whatever needs to be done,

just be smart about it.

Don't worry.
They're smart about everything.

Uh, uh, I'm gonna start looking
through what survived the crash,

see if I can make
a makeshift blood filter.

Uh, one of you geniuses
come up with a plan

to crack the
instrument panel open.

I've been pondering
that for some time.

The panel's compromised.

Now, if we use brute force
to free Scotty,

it could cause
further severe damage.

So, we need to melt it and then
bend it off him like a hinge.

To sterilize equipment and melt
the hinge, we'll need a fire.

- On it.
- All right, I'll go with the kid.

Main thing I need for
the dialyzer is something

that can process fluid
and do filtration.

Oh, how about a coffee machine?

Uh, that's my
wedding gift to you.

It's in the plane storage.

We didn't register for that.

But the one
in the garage is subpar.

You bought a gift
for the office?

That's unbelievable, but sadly,
very believable.

Coffee pot will do the trick.

And I'm also gonna need
a semipermeable membrane

to filter the toxins
out of the blood.

I'm thinking maybe a tropical
version of vegetable parchment,

like what they used in 19th
century dialysis experiments.

Citrus has natural membranes
that could do the job.

I'll go see if there's
any fruit on this island.

You do realize that fruit is
somewhere in that scary jungle.

What other choice do we have?

Okay. I'll go with.

Guys, now the EMP
fried our comm,

so each group will
be on its own.

Now, I will go with you, Paige.

Uh, Toby, Happy, work
on the dialysis.

Cabe and Ralph
should be back soon.

Now, Scotty,
we're gonna pull this off.

Just hold tight.

I'm not going anywhere.

Ticktock, people.

Sly, I never thought I'd say
this, but slow down.

You're-you're going too fast
into a dangerous area.

Scotty doesn't have the luxury
of us being cautious.

Besides, the odds of us
surviving on this island

are so low,
what's the point of caution?

Who is this guy
who looks like Sylvester?

He's just having
a-a severe reaction

to living through something that
has over a 99% fatality rate.

He's probably already run
thousands of potential scenarios

for getting off this island
and all of them have a chance

of somewhere between
zero and nil.

What about you?

How are you holding up?

I'm freaked out, but I decided
to stay positive.

You know, me, too.

Actually, after what happened
between us at the wedding,

I am only feeling positive.

We will
get off this island

because I have so
much to live for.

That's very sweet.
I feel the same way.

Oh.

A gift for...

...my new love.

Oh. Nice.

Yes. A-a flower
for my flower.

Uh, okay. We should
stay focused

on getting that
fruit Toby needs.

Yeah, of course. I'm just
expressing how I feel.

I feel nauseous.

Oh, no. This is
gonna be a problem.

Oh, boy.
Oh, no.

Oh, look.

Lime trees on the other side.

This is too far to jump.

Don't need to jump.

Wait, Sly.

Wait, are-are you
sure it's safe?

Seems so.

Oh, be careful.
What...

Why? Odds are
we're all gonna die here.

I'm playing with house money.

I am worried something is
seriously wrong with him.

Excellent maturation here.

You know, if Toby were
here, he would say that

Sly has spent his whole life
terrified of death.

Now that he is facing
its imminent arrival,

he has nothing left
to be scared of.

You know, if we could find
some lemons on this island,

we can mix them with
the leftover water bottles

on the plane and
make a delicious...

You guys need
to come over here now.

Across a super high,
dangerous tree bridge?

Trust me. It's worth it.

Oh, boy.

Thank goodness for the FAA
mandatory first aid kit.

How come I'm not in more pain?

It's 'cause your nerves
are compromised

from the compression.

Your brain has no idea
how much pain your body's in.

Okay.

Cabe and, uh, Ralph
are sterilizing

the rest of the needles.

Got the coffee maker,
cut the oxygen masks

from over the seats.

Great, hand me the tubing.

Happy.

If I had stayed in that seat...

Scotty, I owe you my life.

And I owe you my wife.

That didn't sound right, did it?

Just shut it
and get to work.

This won't take
too long to build.

Team Citrus
better be here soon.

Took you long enough.

That's a bunker.

Nothing gets past a genius.

This must be an old Japanese
World War II bunker.

Oh, take a look at these maps.

Ooh, this one
that's circled.

You think that's
where we are?

Well, that cove

corresponds to where we landed.

The shape isn't dissimilar
to what I was able to ascertain

when we were crashing.

If this is where we are,
then we are nowhere near

where we thought
we were heading.

We're 2,000 miles
southeast of Tahiti

on an island in a giant swath
of the Pacific

between New Zealand and Chile.

The EMP blast on the plane
must've been preceded

by an electromagnetic
field that wreaked havoc

on the plane's instruments.

It sent us off course
without the pilot even knowing.

But rescue parties will still
be looking for us, right?

They'll be looking
for us, just not here.

L.A. to Tahiti might be
a well-traversed route,

but L.A. to uninhabited island,
not so much.

I told you, the odds of
getting off this island

are infinitesimal.

I don't like fatalistic Sly.

I like terrified-to-die Sly.

That Sly's always looking
for solutions.

Too late. I beat him to it.

You know,
this rubber bulb should let us

manually create enough airflow
to get the dialyzer started.

Taking engineering work
off my plate.

Nice surprise. Thanks, Doc.

My pleasure.

Now, speaking of surprises,
um, ice road trucker?

I mentioned it.

No, no, I-I definitely would've
remembered the love of my life

driving a multiton vehicle
over a frozen lake.

Did you get the booze?

Additive-free,
at least 80 proof?

Grabbed it from
the plane's bar.

Um, yeah, I-I-I don't know
if this will sterilize.

This is in Portuguese.

It's good. I read it.

Before we met,
I designed automation

for a Portuguese car plant.

Wow.

Learning more and more

about my new bride,
aren't I?

Guys! Got 'em!

It's the waitress.
Looks like she's got fruit.

Where are Sly and Walter?

Not so fast around a fire.
You could get burned.

The sooner we
sterilize the needles,

sooner we save the pilot,
sooner we get home.

Maybe you could move faster.

Hey, now, it's okay
for you to be scared,

but it is not okay for you to be
disrespectful to your elders.

Now, that's not like you.

Are you sure
everything's all right?

I'm scared Mom and Walter's new
relationship won't have a chance

if we don't get back home
as soon as possible.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Come on. I saw how they held
hands as the plane went down

and how Walter volunteered
to go with her into the jungle.

Who needs help picking fruit?

You consistently
impress me, kid.

I've wanted Walter
to be my dad for years,

and it's what I want for my mom,

but this isn't a good
situation for a couple

starting out.

We need to get home.

Radio?! We-we can get home.

2,000 miles off course?

You know,
I-I-I feel responsible.

I-I-I didn't know
I was flying blind.

It's not your fault the
instruments went wonky.

Okay, Paige, Miss Portugal,
now, wash the lime membranes

in this bottled water

and then I will press them in
metal that sheared off the plane

in the accident.

Miss Portugal?

Oh, you-- oh, yeah.

Oh, you didn't know
Happy used to live there?

Me neither.
There's actually so much

that I don't know
about the woman

I just agreed to
spend eternity with.

One, I had a life
before I met you,

and two,
I only learned the language

so I could record my single.

Record the what now?

I said too much.

No, you said way too little.

Hey, oh, hey,
pal, you okay?

Remember when you told me
my brain didn't know

I was in so much pain?

I think it figured it out.

Well, you're just gonna
have to push through

and we're gonna have
that dialysis machine

ready to go soon, okay?

We got clean needles,
sterilized tubing,

organic filter...
in theory, this works.

And in reality?

In reality, there's
a very good chance

you're going to be home
to see your baby be born.

I didn't tell you
my wife was expecting.

Well, you...

you got nine perfectly
manicured fingernails,

except for your left
thumb, which has

been bitten to the quick,

clearly from stress.

And that photo on
your pilot's license,

it's less than a year old--

you look 20 pounds
lighter in it.

I know men often
gain weight

when their spouses
are pregnant.

It's called the
Couvade effect.

But mainly, you got
that, um, book

in your pilot's
bag there.

Ah, you saw that, huh?

You know, my wife is due
in three weeks.

I don't even know
if it's a boy or a girl.

Scorpion doesn't fail.

You will be
in that delivery room.

Sly and Walter are working
on the rescue radio as we speak.

This radio is never gonna work.

What do you care?

I thought you accepted
we're all gonna die.

That was before
you found the radio.

Our survival percentage
jumped a few points.

I'm cautiously optimistic,

but not if we can't get this
transistor box humming again.

We can, we just need
a capacitor.

Oh, great, I'll just run to
the store and grab you one.

No need-- just pass me
one of those pieces

of gum that Paige is
always sharing with you.

What's the problem?

Well, we are on
a deserted island,

and this is my last piece.

Oh, that's truly awful.

So I take this wire.

I roll it in the wrapper,

foil on the inside,
and instant capacitor.

Actually,
it's incredible.

All our brainpower
would be useless

without Paige's humanity.

If she wasn't thoughtful enough
to pack snacks for us,

we would have no capacitor.

In a way, she's smarter
than us all.

What are you even
talking about?

She's nowhere near
as smart as any of us.

Agree to disagree.

I disagree to agree.

You've never
exercised your brain's

emotional center before.

The amygdala should be
the size of an almond.

Yours is probably
the size of a pea.

It has no idea how to handle

being in love
for the first time,

so you're acting like a putz.
A putz?

Picking flowers,
saying how she's a genius.

You really want Paige to enjoy

the last three days
of your relationship

before the Reaper comes?

You should play it cool,
because all of this

is... undignified.

Oh. Oh, it's working.

Well, the transmitter's shot,

so we can't send a distress
signal, but we can listen.

Didn't you learn Japanese when
you went undercover in prison?

It's a cargo ship.

Now, a Japanese vessel
is passing by

two miles out in 17 minutes.

Sly's monitoring
their radio chatter now.

How long will it
be close to us?

I did a rough nautical chart,

based on the data
Sly could translate.

We believe the ship will be
in our field of view

for eight minutes.

So we have to make
sure it sees us.

'Cause if we don't,
it could be weeks

until another ship comes by.

Or months.
Or never.

All right, so what
the hell do we do now?

I checked the plane's
emergency compartment.

The door got ripped off
during the crash,

the flares are long gone.

What if you fired
your gun in the air?

Maybe someone on the
ship is deck side,

and they hear us?

My gun got ripped out
of the holster from the crash.

I looked for it.

Must have flown
into the water somewhere.

Let's quintuple the size
of this fire.

A boat could see it.

That's a good idea.

You, your mom, and Cabe

handle that,
Happy and I will start

cleaning out Scotty's blood.

That filter should
be ready by now.

He's got, like, 15 minutes left
if we don't hurry.

Okay, and I'll heat
the control panel

so we can set him free--
let's go.

Got the fire.

Okay, melt the panel.

I'm gonna stick this guy
and start

percolating some platelets.

Now, Scotty,

to insert the needles,

I need to make an
arteriovenous graft.

it's gonna sting a little.

Okay, this will make it
sting less-- here, chew.

What are they?
Kava root.

A natural anesthetic.

Thanks.

I'm gonna turn away now.

Kava root.

A day of marriage, and you're
already thinking like a doctor.

I drank Kava tea once
after spraining my ankle

hiking in Morocco.

Okay, you also lived in Morocco.

No, I was visiting
my boyfriend, Jake.

He was filming a movie.

Hold the phone, w-wait.

No, I remember,
you told me about Jake.

You dated him, um,
eight years ago, right?

Hey, you're about
to stick metal in my arm.

Don't you want to keep
your eye on the ball?

Eight years ago, the film
Prince of Persia

was being shot in Morocco,
wasn't it?

Don't follow the bread crumbs
on this one, Doc.

And that was staring a, uh,
a certain Jake Gyllenhaal?

Is that the, uh,
Jake that you dated?

Who's Jake Gyllenhaal?

Is he related to
that Gilligan fellow?

I'm not saying
I didn't date him.

Oh, wow.
You know what?

I-I don't want to know
any more about you.

I don't want to know
about long-haul trucking,

I don't want to know
about celebrity dating.

I certainly don't want
to know about this single

that you recorded
in Portugal, okay?

Less history, more mystery.

Okay, we've got the
fire going strong.

Cabe's keeping it smoky.
Ralph says it's 11 minutes

till the ship sees us.

Okay, the panel's weakened.

How do you propose
we handle this?

Very carefully.

So, Walt will
lift the panel,

Happy and I will carry
Scotty out of the plane,

Paige will hold the tubing,

and then I will start
pumping the blood

through the filter.

Okay, on three.

One...
Wait, wait.

Listen.

If I don't walk
onto that boat with you guys...

...please tell my wife
that I did

everything I could
to stay alive.

We'll tell her.

Thanks.

Okay, I'm ready.

On three.
One, two,

three!

Okay, go, go, go.

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Hang in there, chief,
you're halfway there.

Get cracking.
We're losing him, Doc.

All right, blood's filtering.

Cleaning out the toxins.

But... he isn't responsive.
Is he okay?

Scotty.
Scotty!

Scotty, can you hear me?

Scotty.

Scotty, come on!

You guys are gonna have to get

a new coffee machine
for the office.

Look, I'm not
gonna stop pumping

till you've got three cycles of
your blood through the filter.

You'll be good, just hang on
till the ship sees our smoke.

Okay.

Which they will,
thanks to the great fire

that Paige helped build.

You did a fantastic job.
Really superlative.

Walt? It's fire.
Cavemen did it.

Arsonists do it all the time.

Don't be jealous
'cause me and my soul mate

get along better than
you and your soul mate.

What?
That's not true.

Today it is.

Walt, a moment?
Yeah.

Okay, couldn't be happier
we said what we said

to each other at Kovelsky's.
Me either,

D.P.
“D.P.”?

Dedication Paige.
It's my nickname for you.

You know, like in a book,

except I'm dedicating
my love to you.

Again, just like
the flower you gave me

in the middle of a search
for something that

could have saved a man's life,
it's really sweet,

but maybe not the right time
for pet names.

Oh. Okay.

I'm sorry, it's just I'm...

I'm... I'm full of these
feelings that I-I've never had.

And you taught me to be
more EQ and to be frank.

They're just kind of
coming out of my mouth.

I think it's
because my amygdala is

a pea instead of an almond.

Yeah, maybe.
Anyway, here's the thing.

You... suck at this.

I'm not saying you will forever.

I'm just saying
don't try so, so hard.

I know how you feel,
you know how I feel.

Let's just let it
progress naturally.

Yeah, Sly gave me
similar advice.

He said “be cool.”

He was right.

And then he called me a putz.

He could have said worse.

Paige, Walter,
we got a big problem.

What's going on?

The wind picked up
and shifted.

It's blowing the smoke
horizontal instead of vertical.

If the ship's passing
in seven minutes,

it'll never see the signal
if it doesn't get high enough.

Guys!

What's wrong?

On the radio, a weather front,
out in the Pacific...

Oh, you think?

We already know.
It's disrupted the fire.

We don't think the boat
will be able to see it

when it passes by
in a few minutes.

We don't have a few minutes.

I heard them reroute
the ship's course

to avoid rough seas.

I ran the numbers.
The ship will be

passing the island
in 90 seconds,

and it'll only be in view for
two minutes after that, tops.

We're gonna need
a bigger signal.

No, not just
bigger, thicker.

With bad weather
reducing visibility,

we need smoke that will
absolutely be seen.

Oh, wet burns denser smoke.

Uh, driftwood, seaweed,
any wet vegetation.

Perfect. Okay, Paige,
Cabe, the three of us

will collect
the materials

needed to
goose the fire.

Sly, there is no
way you would go

to the South Pacific
without packing binoculars

for bird watching.
They're on the plane.

Okay, perfect. Go grab them
so we can look for the boat.

Toby, Happy,
stay with Scotty.

Let's go, everyone, now.

Ah!

Oh.

Oh!

There you are.

Okay.

Holy sherbet.

Guys!

I found a flare gun!
We don't need to worry

about fire or wind

or anything.

Give me that.
Give me that.

Okay.

Let's hope this thing didn't
get damaged in the crash.

Ship's in sight.

Start the clock.

Okay, our two-minute window

starts now. Fire.

Firing pin is busted
on this thing.

What, it's useless?

No.

The flare's intact; we're gonna
have to crack the capsule open,

light it up.

There's no way
they see it on the beach.

This needs to get airborne.

Then we launch it.

There's a rectangular-shaped
gift box with resistance

training bands in them
from a home workout kit.

I can create a slingshot
and launch the sucker.

All right, I'll go find them.
Sly, you come with me, come on.

How do you know
what people got us?

It was my gift to you.

Oh, oh, oh,

so my physique needs
some fine-tuning now?

It's not Gyllenhaal
enough for you?

Doc?

Pulse is weak,
unsteady.

What happened? I thought
your machine worked.

You mean the one we made
out of fruit skins

and a coffee pot?

100 seconds!

What is this?

Oh, this is a
Grey Turner's sign.

This is a classic indicator

of internal bleeding.

He is not dying from
crush injury toxins,

he is bleeding from the abdomen.

This is likely a vital organ.

Do something.
Well, how do you expect me

to cauterize
an internal wound

that I can't
spot or I.D.?

Guys...

we found the resistance band.

Now, give me that flare
so we can get it skyward.

That's it.

We can use the flare
to save Scotty.

Toby, we can use the strontium
nitrate from the cartridge

to cauterize the wound.

You're gonna light
a flare in him?

He's not a jack-o'-lantern.

No, no, no,
W-Walt's right.

The caustic nature
of the chemical

can cauterize because
it denatures proteins.

As soon as it
comes in touch

with-with the bleeding
organic material,

it'll act as a kind of, like,
instant internal Spackle,

and it'll close off
the wound.

85 seconds!

If we do that,
the flare's kaput,

and we are never
leaving this island.

Logically,
we're saving Scotty now

so he can likely die
in a few days of dehydration.

Now, my brain says
launch the flare,

but another part of me
says save Scotty.

That'd be your heart, son.

But I think that
there's a way to save Scotty

and all of us as well.
Uh, Toby,

how much powder
do we need for the wound?

A few tablespoons.

Okay, Paige,
cup your hands.

Yeah.

Now, that should
be more than enough

to save Scotty.

We'll err on the side
of saving his life.

Cabe?

Let's wrap that band around the
bent metal of the wings.

70 seconds!

Okay, I'm gonna need
something cylindrical

to act as a shunt to deliver
the strontium nitrate,

something we can
sterilize.

How about a metal straw
from a vintage milkshake kit?

Surprise.

We never registered
for that, either.

That's perfect,
get the straw.

Darling bride, can you
please be my prep nurse

or is that the one job
you've never had?

Okay, s-save enough

to sterilize the straw
and your pocket knife.

Hey. thank you for saving
the guy who saved me.

Of course.
Pour some on his bruise.

I know you've been
a little bit anxious today,

learning all that stuff
about me.

Truth is,
I've bounced around

a lot in my life--

always kind of unsettled,

trying things that came my way,

looking for a home.

Point is, you're
gonna find out

a lot of weird stuff about me.

Like your Southern European
singing career?

You're never gonna get
the details on that.

Bottom line, I would not
change anything in my past

because it's led me
to where I am today.

Abandoned on an island
with little chance of survival?

It led me to be your wife,
jackass.

And of all the things

I've ever been or will ever be,
that one is my favorite.

Straw!

Ah.
Okay.

40 seconds!

Knife?

Oh, I'm looking away.

Oh, me too.

28 seconds!

Are you ready?

Just finishing
up the slingshot.

Well, since we don't know
where the bleed is,

I'm making the incision
at the point

with the greatest proximity
to the highest number

of vital organs.

Okay, incision made. Straw?

Okay, Paige, pour it in.

But I never sterilized.

Well, when the chemical
hits the wound,

the pH of the reaction
should kill off any bacteria.

Seven seconds!

How do we know it's working?

The bleeding stops,
the bruise disappears.

Four seconds!

One second!

Time's up.
Let her rip, son.

Would you look at that.

Would you look at that!

Bruise is receding.

And the pulse is back!

There he is.

We got to stop
meeting like this.

Ship's in my sights.

It's got to turn
around soon.

Any minute now.

Scotty's alert
and stable.

Good job with him.

Good job with the flare.

The flare got up pretty high.

Walt got it up there, all right.

And while we wait to, uh,
go back to civilization,

can I steal you
for a minute?

Sure.

Um... okay.

So, um, about our
conversation earlier

about how you've been
acting, uh, since we...

expressed our feelings
for each other.

Yes. You were totally right.

I, um, was over-eager.

And I'm not fully
sure how to approach

our current
relationship situation,

but I have taken what you said
to me into consideration

and I promise, going forward,

to, uh, fight
any instinct that I have.

No. You-you did nothing wrong.

If anyone was a putz, it was me,
for-for saying what I said.

Uh... I'm incredibly confused.

Listen,
I learned something

from Toby and Happy today.

We're gonna learn
a lot about each other

as we go on this journey.

Things, things we didn't
know, things that...

may be uncomfortable.

Like-like, I learned that
you can be... super geeky

when trying to do
romantic boyfriend stuff.

That's 'cause you've
never done it before.

And-and the truth is,

it's... sweet.

So, however you want
to express yourself,

it's okay by me.

Well, that is
wonderful to hear...

my little arrhythmia.

B-Because I make your heart
skip a beat?

Exactly.

Oh, this is gonna be
harder than I thought.

What are you more nervous about?

The boat turning around
or those two guys?

I hope he doesn't blow it

'cause I haven't had a dad
in a long time

and I know
he'd be perfect.

For me and my mom.

All right, wrap it up,
here they come.

Hey.

The boat turn
around yet?

Any minute now.

That flare got up pretty high.

Walt got it up
there, all right.

How's it looking?

Don't think the boat's
gotten any closer.

Well, it's a big vessel.

Takes a-a while
to change course.

Boat on its way?

Any minute now.
The flare got up pretty high.

Hey, did the flare...

Walt got it up there,
all right?!

Okay. Sheesh.

Scotty's resting.
He's doing great.

How long till
the boat's here?

The Water Channel.

HB... Ocean.

Sea... BS.

Get it? Sea-BS?

Stopped being funny
15 days ago.

Sea-W?

Huh?

This is the good stuff
right here.

Coconut?

Any more hooch on the plane?

Just the Portuguese stuff.

That'll work.

Really getting
the hang of fishing.

Hey, uh, perhaps after dinner,

you, me and Ralph
can take a walk by the cove?

Yeah, fantastic.

18th straight day
on a cove walk?

Can never get enough
sand and shells.

That is the sense of humor
that is making

this whole ordeal bearable,

my little... asthma.

'Cause she takes
your breath away?

I'm gonna go brine this fish.

Afternoon, Cabe.
Fish for dinner tonight?

You really got it up there.

Hey, Walt, have
you seen Sly?

He's still in the bunker.

And I think he's
kind of losing his mind.

Three and a half days
until we're out of coconuts.

Fish migration patterns have
changed with colder weather.

Got to keep Ralph alive
so he can tell our story,

but how with no food?

What's that, Mitchell?

We can't eat Cabe.

That'd be crazy.

Now, let's get back
to rehearsing.

I'll take the first verse
this time.

♪ Daisy, Daisy,
give me your answer, do. ♪

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