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Previously on Scorpion...

A great fella like you

can meet two special women
in one lifetime.

You worry too much.

So did I.
Maybe that's why

the pregnancy didn't take.

Paige, uh, bad news.

The lecture was canceled.

It's probably for the best.

I'm glad you could make it.
I'm psyched.

Is there something
that you want to say?

I-I'd never told you that
you're the love of my life.

Y-You told me you
love me before.

Wanted you to know.

Okay.

What are you lying about?

I really don't want to do this.

Shut up and
drop your pants.

Never thought I'd be unhappy
to hear you say those words.

Palms down,
stick out that rump.

Hey, gang, I brought bagels.

I don't even want to know.

Relax.

He's just getting a shot.

Oh, please. Woman up.

I thought Happy was getting
the shots for IVF.

She is.

But since she hates blood
and getting needles,

we made a deal.

For every shot I get,

he gets a saline goose
in the keister.

It's forced solidarity,
but solidarity nonetheless.

Strange, but...

all right.

Good morning, Cabe.

Only since Doc
pulled his pants up.

Oh. Just the people
I wanted to see.

Do either of you have
connections at Cal Polytechnic?

No. Why are you whispering?

I don't want Walter
to hear me.

Remember that lecture he and I
were supposed to go to

but it got canceled?

The speaker is gonna be
at Cal Polytechnic next month,

but it's sold out.

Bummer.
I know.

It's just... well, I sort of
feel like there's something

that Walter wants to tell me
but my instincts are screaming

that he's withholding.

Really? I-I haven't picked
up anything from him.

Huh. It's weird,

'cause my EQ radar is pinging
all over the place,

and we just had such
stressful cases lately,

and he's been working nonstop
on that Gettleman pitch,

and I just thought if I could
take him to the lecture,

we'd have a nice night together,
he'd relax,

and maybe want to open up to me

and let me know
what's been on his mind.

I don't know,
but maybe I'm being crazy.

Am I being crazy?

- Yeah.
- Yes.

Okay, well, either way,

don't tell him that I'm trying
to get him tickets

because I want it
to be a surprise.

- Won't say a thing.
- Scout's honor.

She's getting you
lecture tickets.

I fail to see the problem.

The longer she keeps her head
in lecture land,

the more likely it is
she's gonna find out

that you already went
to it with Flo.

We've established
that was innocent.

What was that for?
Jerks don't get coffee.

- Childish.
- No, Walt.

You're the child
if you fail to see

that there is an
inverse relationship

between time and innocence.

If I kept a box hidden
from you for a long time,

w-when you finally opened it,

wouldn't matter if there was
just an innocent pebble inside.

The fact that I obscured it
from you for so long

makes it suspicious.

Now imagine
instead of a pebble,

it's the cute scientist
next door that you have

kissy dreams about.

You said that dream
didn't matter.

Oh, come on.

Listen, I have waited

for a family my whole life
and Scorpion is it.

And I am about to turn my ass
into a pin cushion

so I can have more family.

I am not gonna let you
blow up our family

'cause you're a knucklehead.

Scorpion won't blow up.

There's no reason why
Paige will find out.

And if she did, I would
just tell her the truth.

I didn't mention it to her

because it's a
trivial matter.

Instead of poking
into my business,

you guys work on your end
of the Gettleman pitch.

Need to land that contract.

No more distractions.

Guys, monitor tree.

Stat!

So much for no more
distractions.

Can you...

Sly, what's going on?

My pen pal, Alex, just texted me
he is in trouble.

It's life and death.

Since when do you
have a pen pal?

When I was a kid, I saw a
commercial for sending books

to children in need in Africa.

I was assigned Alemeyahu

or Alex.
We've been friends since.

Sylvester. Oh, thank goodness.

Thank you for reaching out
to me.

Oh, my. I must say, I am nervous
meeting the great Team Scorpion.

Sylvester has told me
of your exploits.

Uh, Alex, Sly said

you're dealing with a life
and death situation.

Yes. Behranu, our village elder,

is quite ill.

He's a widely revered leader.

He's even respected
by the violent militants

that have taken over
much of Murabi since 2014.

The militants want to expand
into our territory,

but they are willing to discuss
peace in deference to Behranu.

They will only negotiate
with him.

This would save
thousands of lives.

Talks are far from complete,

and Behranu's taken ill

and fuel is running out.

Don't you mean time
is running out?

No. Behranu has heart failure.

He's being kept alive
by a ventilator.

The generator powering our
clinic is running out of fuel.

And yesterday, mortar shells

destroyed the only mountain road

that leads to the fuel depot.

And if the generator
runs out of fuel...

Ventilator stops working.

Behranu dies along
with any chance

of finishing
those peace talks.

And Alex's community
is decimated by militants.

We only have 36 hours
of petrol left.

Alex, I'm sorry,

but we're not suited
to rebuild a mountain road.

That is not what we need.

Please, open the file
I just sent you.

Got it.

That is a five-mile pass
that reaches the fuel depot,

but it is full of buried
ordinance from the war of '88.

And if not for the land mines,
that would be a perfect

shortcut to the fuel depot.

When I was a kid,
my pen pal wanted

a postcard from Hollywood.

Yours wants us
to clear a minefield?

Maybe we don't
have to clear it.

Maybe we just
have to map it.

Now, over time, land
mines leak explosives

into the soil,
so there must be a way

to chemically ID the leaks.

We have to get Florence
in on this.

Oh, she's still in Berlin.

She's pitching her company

to investors.

So we won't use chemistry.

Use biology.

Uh, we can get engineered
saprotrophic soil bacterium

from a college
research lab.

- What the hell is that?
- It's a bacteria.

Eats hydrocarbons.

Use it to clean up oil spills,
but it also gobbles up toluene.

And what the hell's that?
It's the explosive

that leaks from the land mines.

We spray the ground
with bacteria,

it ingests the toluene.

And then the soil above the land
mine, it's gonna glow green.

So we'll see where all the
things that go boom are buried.

We drive around the mines
and we get the fuel for Alex.

I will make a laser

so we can see the bacteria
glow in the sun.

Toby, give me a hand.

I'll get us a plane.
I'll grab the gear.

I cannot thank you enough.

We are on our way.

Hey, Sly.

Need your help
with the mapping software

while we're on the plane.

Sure.

Um, Walter, I noticed

that it was your
first instinct

to include Florence
in this mission.

Now, I was just wondering

if there was any
possibility that...

I told you at the softball game
and I'm telling you now,

there is nothing going on.

Worst drive ever.

That road had more bumps than
a herd of pregnant camels.

No wonder they can't transport
the elder.

There's zero chance
he'd survive that.

Sylvester, you are here.

Alex.

And Team Scorpion in my village.

Yeah. We can sign
autographs later.

Clock's ticking.

What's the generator status?

Less than two hours
of fuel left.

Which means your elder
and potential peace

also have less than two hours.

Uh, this is gonna be close.

Did you get the trucks
I asked for?

Secured. I apprentice
with a plumber,

so I borrowed his pickup,
plus the fuel truck, of course.

Okay. Let's load up
and head out.

Wait!

First we must get approval
from Behranu himself.

Behranu must look into your eyes
to see your intention is pure.

Then he will approbate
our endeavor.

All right, let's do it.

Cabe, Toby, with me.

We'll pay our respects

while you three get the gear
on our trucks.

Cala is an assistant
in the clinic.

These are members
of Team Scorpion.

Agent Gallo, Paige and Toby.

You're Dr. Toby Curtis?

Alex has told me
much about you.

You hear that, Cabe?

- I'm huge in Murabi.
- This way.

Behranu.

These are the Americans
who have come to help us.

He deems you pure of heart.

He wishes you well
on your journey.

Okay. Well, let's go.

Wait. Madam, one moment.

He's indicating

you are troubled with pains
in your soul.

Oh, um, well, I'm just worried
about his village.

Okay. Pure intentions.
Troubled soul.

We got to move. Let's go.

I'm gonna stay
with Behranu.

Oh, and skip the ride through
the deadly minefield?

Nice try, Doc.
No, I'm serious.

There's some red marks
on his hand.

Makes me think
he's been misdiagnosed.

I appreciate the concern,
but I am a licensed medic.

Okay, but trained professionals
can be wrong.

Not me, but,
you know, other people.

He might be suffering

from polycythemia.

It's a rare blood disorder.

It mimics heart disease,

causes those respiratory issues.

Isn't it more likely
a man who is almost 90

is having heart problems as
opposed to a rare disease?

Yeah, but if it's
what I think it is,

Behranu could live to be 100
if treated properly.

And you want him to stick around

so you can keep those militants
at bay, right?

Jelani.

Can it hurt to explore
Dr. Curtis' theory?

Let me discuss it
with my patient.

All right, clock's ticking.
We got to move.

Doc, you stay here.
We'll make the gas run.

Okay, let's turn this no-man's
land into no-mines land.

The famous Scorpion humor.

You're really loving
this, huh, kid?

Yes. And I love wearing
one of the comms.

I feel like a real Scorpion.

Okay, you're up.

Go.

Spread the biological mix
as wide as you can.

Happy, laser.

Scanning the road.

And the data link is live.

I spy with my little eye
something green.

Sly, the laser should be
sending analytics

to your laptop.

Multiple land mines detected.

GPS pins dropping now.

Paige, you should have them
on your linked tablet.

Got them. Incredible.

Showing us exactly
where it's safe to drive.

Safe is a relative term.

Okay, we're on our way.

To your right a little bit.

Easy now. Easy.

Okay.

I'd avoid that right side there.

Aah, on the right.

There!

It is the Tree of Life.

It's sacred to most of Murabi.

Never seen it with my own eyes.

Hate to break
it to you, buddy,

the Tree of Life's dead.

It's taking them long enough.

Be patient. They are dealing
with our elder.

They won't take risks.

Well, your whole
village is at risk

if we can't save this old coot.

No offense.

None taken. Thank you,

by the way,
for your medical texts.

The Circulatory System
by Dr. Mitchell Green,

An Overview of Neural Pathways
by Dr. Foster...

What, did Sly send you those?

I thought I lost those books.
That thief.

I... you know, I'm glad you
enjoyed them, and all, but...

I will be a great doctor,
like you.

So that I can repay
the village that adopted me.

The village adopted you?

When I was a child,
my town was overrun

by the same militants
who threaten us today.

They killed many.

My parents included.

Jelani took in
our refugees.

Found a loving family
to adopt me.

I will repay them by learning
medicine and helping our people.

Well, if Behranu gave you
a once-over,

I bet he'd only see
a pure heart, too.

Okay.

We took Behranu's blood.

We will send it
to the lab for tests.

It will take a week or so...

A week? He do... no, no, no.
He doesn't have a week.

A-And neither does your village,
if he dies.

We are not in America.

We don't have the equipment
to run the tests.

All right, then,
just trust me: I'm right.

I will not trust the health
of our elder to a stranger.

The medicine

that you're using
to get the fluid

from his lungs
thickens his blood.

That exacerbates the problem
caused by the polycythemia,

which, I assure you, he has.

You want me to take my patient
off of medication

without any definitive
tests results?

Absolutely not.

Jelani.

He is a very learned man.

He is an outsider.

And he is not to see Behranu.

Ready? Okay,
hold on...

Gas tank's almost full.

Two more minutes.

Something on your mind?

Oh.

You read it on me, too?

Huh?

Walter,
you would tell me

if there was something
serious going on.

With you, or us.

Yeah, of course, if I thought
that there was something serious

to convey,

I absolutely would.

Haboob, haboob!

What is a "haboob"?

It means a sandstorm.

What the hell is that thing?

A storm made out of sand.

It's right in the name.

It's 80 miles wide,
and headed to us fast.

And east. It'll blast through
here and hit the village.

If we try to outrun it but
can't, the sand will interfere

with the GPS signal.

So our only shot at saving
Behranu is racing a sandstorm

through a minefield?

Classic Scorpion.

♪ Scorpion 4x22 ♪
A Lie in the Sand
Original Air Date on April 16, 2018

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

If we don't move, that storm
will be on us in two minutes.

Can't we just get in the
truck, roll up the windows,

and wait for the
sandstorm to pass us?

No. Haboobs can last for hours.

We don't have that kind of time.

That generator
is running really low.

We got maybe 70 minutes
of fuel left.

People, we got
to batten down the hatches

if you don't want
to get sandblasted!

There's a haboob coming,
there's a big haboob!

Tank's full! Let's put
the pedal to the metal!

Okay, Happy,
you drive the pickup truck,

I will navigate,
and we'll take the lead.

Paige, you come with us.

Sly, you watch the GPS,
and tell me where to drive.

All right, people,
let's move.

Tanker full of gasoline riding

at high speed
through a minefield.

Don't worry, Sylvester.

This is just like the time
you and Paige drove fast

to outrun the tornado
in Vietnam.

Wasn't it you and Paige
running from the tornado?

Hmm.

There's no way we can get the
fuel here in time now, is there?

Never say never with Scorpion.

Let's hope Behranu is still
alive when they get here.

What is it?

Well, Jelani doesn't want me

near his patient,
but what if I can test his blood

without touching him?

Okay, heading
into the minefield.

I can't see the mines, O'Brien.

I am counting on you
to be my eyes.

Okay, I'll call out the turns.

The vibrations from our speed

may cause detonation.

Hang on.

Uh, right, 35 degrees!

Uh, hard left!

Right, one o'clock.

Left, 11 o'clock!

Straight,

40 feet.

A little more left.

Now go right.

Oh. Left again...
no, no, right!

Right, right, right, right!

You're a genius.

You got to know
your right from your left.

We are racing through
a minefield in the Hindenburg.

Cut me a break!

Left!

Guys!

Sandstorm is getting closer.

Sweet pecan sandie.

All these twists and turns
aren't helping.

It's giving that thing
a chance to catch up.

Left!

It seems like it is speeding up!

We're not gonna make it!

We got to stop before the storm

hits and we lose GPS,
and drive right into a mine.

Agreed.

Just as expected,

GPS is done.

Wonder if it's also
affecting the comms.

Doc?

You read me?
We are immobile

until we can think of a plan.

A lot of static, but I copy.

You confirm your theory
on Behranu yet?

Gathering supplies now.

Oh! Bingo.

Treasure hunt complete.

That's it. This is like
a pirate's treasure map.

Explain.

Treasure maps tell you
how many paces,

but without a starting landmark,
you're completely lost.

If I can find
a landmark,

I can use my eidetic memory

to keep us oriented
without the GPS.

How are you going
to find a landmark?

With all the sand in the
air, we can barely see

in front of us.

I know,
but I think I see something.

There's the Tree of Life.

As long as I can measure

the exact distance
between the Tree of Life

and that front bumper,
I can get us out of here.

It's gone, isn't it?

The sandstorm.

It's upon us.

Well, there's nothing
we can do about that now.

Did Jelani see you?

No. Why do you need
Behranu's used IV bag?

I don't need the bag,
I need the bit of Behranu

that's left in the tube.

What are you doing?

I'm improvising

- a hematocrit...
- To determine

red blood cell count.

Wow.

You really did read
my medical books.

Now let's see if you can
tell what I'm doing

with the olive oil.

It stopped halfway down.

Yep, because I do not
have polycythemia.

Now, try Behranu's blood

from his IV tube.

Right to the bottom.

Telling you what?

Behranu's blood is too thick.

That's because he does
have polycythemia.

His bone marrow produces
too many red blood cells,

thus more iron in his blood,
thus his blood is heavier...

That's why it sank faster!

Behranu doesn't have
heart disease.

That's an excellent diagnosis,
Doctor.

Okay.
Ideas, people. We're stuck.

Come on, Scorpions!

You're going to do
what you always do.

You're going to take
whatever you find around you

and use it in some crazy way
to save the day.

Right?

Kid, all we have are plumbing
supplies and spare tires.

It's not enough to get us
through a minefield.

Actually, maybe they are.

See?

Land mines aren't powerful
explosives, relatively speaking.

So, they're meant
to blow straight up,

killing whomever steps
on top of them,

but causing very little damage

to anything nearby.

If the mines blow up
a couple yards ahead of us,

assuming the shrapnel doesn't
get to us, they're no big deal.

So, you're gonna make a mine
sweep out of PVC pipes?

Minesweepers have a long row
of spinning metal flails

to thump the ground ahead

to explode the mines before
a vehicle can roll over them.

We don't need
a long row of flails.

We can explode only the mines
directly in our wheel path.

All right.

Well, you clear the path

with your pickup,
and we'll follow.

Since it is polycythemia,

I can fix Behranu
with a couple of pills.

Your village elder will be
up and elding again in no time.

Your olive oil test
is far from definitive.

But I'm open to a course
of medicine.

It'll take a few days for
any pharmaceuticals to get here.

That's excellent.

Thank you for trusting me.

Uh, in the meantime,

I need to relieve the pressure
on Behranu's heart

with a little
old-fashioned phlebotomy.

You want to drain
Behranu's blood?

Bloodletting went out
in the Middle Ages.

That cardiac pressure
will kill him.

He needs this procedure until
the proper medication arrives.

Behranu is old and frail.

Blood loss could kill him.

Doing nothing will kill him.

If I see you go
anywhere near our elder,

I'll have you arrested.

Okay, my end's connected
to the grill!

Waitress?

Done!

Last of the spokes in?

Roger that!

All right, let's blow up
some mines!

These scarves
are incredibly inconvenient.

It's good for covering
your lying face.

Comms out.

I heard you at the fuel pump,

carefully choosing your words

so you're technically
not lying to Paige.

I'm not comfortable with how
this is playing out either.

Paige's EQ meter
picks up everything,

and I don't want
to mislead her,

but now is not the time or
the place for this discussion.

We're literally in the middle
of a minefield.

Not nearly as big
as the minefield

you're creating
for yourself, dumbass.

Comms in.

All right.

Let's see what happens.

I checked on Behranu.

His vitals are no better.

His heart's
been pumping

that thick, sludge blood
for months.

It just makes his
cardiopulmonary system so weak.

He needs meds, and he needs
to stay on that ventilator

to get stronger,
but none of that matters

if I can't relieve
the pressure on his heart

by draining some blood.

Jelani won't ever allow it.

You think you could talk to him?

I cannot go against the man
who helped save my life.

He gave me a
second chance,

a family.

You wouldn't understand
what it is like

to fear losing your family.

Cala, I know that

that is a really scary feeling,

but if we can't
keep Behranu alive,

those peace talks fail,
and then you're gonna lose

all the things that are
important to you, anyway.

Crap, you really feel them,
don't you?

They're bouncing around
like lottery balls.

But it's working. They're okay.

It's just like that time

Sylvester pushed a boulder
down a hill to detonate

buried munitions so you
could save everyone

when Scorpion was
marooned on that island.

You kind of laid it on thick
with Alex.

I might have gotten
carried away.

Hey, Happy. Got an ETA
on that fuel?

Things are kind of bleak here.

Not really rosy here
either, pal.

We have homemade
minesweepers

and we're driving
through real bad...

Look out!

Happy.

Walt, Happy,
are you all right?

We're okay.

Happy...

But maybe not for long.

Why not?

Because there is
an activated mine

right under Walter's head.

Cabe, are they okay?

We're getting to 'em now.

Stay in the tracks of their
skid; we know that's safe.

We're outside the car.

Whatever you do, don't touch it.
You shift this thing

and the window breaks any more,

the mine's pressure plate
releases.

Then the mine detonates
and shrapnel hits the gas tank.

Which will cause
another explosion.

And we all blow up.

I don't like being a part
of Team Scorpion anymore.

Guys... we need a plan.

How we gonna get them out now?

You need something

to hold down the mine's trigger.

With what? We're
surrounded by sand.

That's it. We need to fill
the cab with enough sand

to offset my
and Walter's weight.

A bucket fell out of the truck.
I'll go get it.

How are we gonna get
the sand in the cab?

If Happy rolls the window down,

it'll shake the truck
and then...

Boom. Don't remind me.

Oh, there's a hole
in the windshield.

I'll hit the lights for you

so you can see
where you're going.

Stay close to the truck.

Based on patterns
we've observed,

I doubt that
there's another mine

within ten to 12
feet of this one,

but I can't be sure.

Hole's small.

It'll take a long time
to get enough sand in there.

Not if we can build a funnel.
We got plumbing supplies.

We can do this.

Jelani, fuel delivery's delayed

and I don't think you have much
more time with the ventilator.

What the hell?

Fuel's almost gone.

Ventilator is running on fumes.

His oxygen level
is critical.

He's unresponsive.

Damn it, man.
I need to let his blood.

No! You and your team
promised fuel.

You promised
to save him.

Stay away!

Faster. We need almost
300 pounds of sand

to offset their weight.

In order to ensure
that trigger stays depressed,

we need to not only put the sand
inside the cab,

but also on top of the window,

which means Walter needs
to be completely covered.

I can pull my jacket
over my head,

give myself a pocket of air.

God, he's being buried alive.
Yes, but it's his only shot.

Okay, that should be
enough weight to offset Happy.

Happy! You're clear!

See you on the outside, Walt.

Help me get sand in the window.

He's almost covered!

He's gonna suffocate.

He has a small air pocket.
He can pull it off.

Walter? Walter, can you hear me?

He can't answer you,
he's trying to conserve air.

Walter, listen to me.

Just like you wanted
to tell me something

when I was in that plane,
in case things went badly,

I need to tell you something now
for the same reason.

If things go bad...

I don't want there to be
anything between us

and I know you're keeping
something from me.

I don't care what it is.
I love you.

When you get
out of here...

and you will get out of here...

please talk to me.

Tell me what's going on, okay?

Whatever it is,
we're gonna be okay.

That's enough weight.

Walt, climb out.

Climb out now, Walt!

Walter! He's not coming out.

Come on out, damn it!

Walter!

Guys, he's not
coming out.

Sand's too heavy.
We got to dig him out.

No, you shake up the truck,
you blow us up!

Walter! Just push up
to my voice.

Walter!

Walter!

Oh, thank God.

Steady!

Steady.

Get him away from the truck
just to be safe.

The minesweepers
broke off.

Let's get them and put
them on the fuel truck.

All right, I'll give you a hand.

I heard what you said.

I have been keeping
something from you.

The lecture wasn't canceled.

It wasn't?

You... you went without me?

Yes.

And I... I b...

I am so proud of you.

You showed real EQ.

You knew I didn't want
to go to the lecture,

so you told a white lie

to spare me
a boring night.

That's what you've been
so guilty about lately?

Yeah.

Some help with the minesweepers!

Hey, rest. I'll help.

Don't look at me like that.

Give me that comm. You just
made things a lot worse.

You let her think that you went
to the lecture alone,

but the truth is just lurking
under the surface

and it's waiting to blow up
in your face.

Well, I have this under control.
Nothing's gonna blow up.

You were saying?

Guys, our generator's dead

and we need that
ventilator on.

CPR's only gonna keep Behranu
alive for so long.

If the move I'm about
to pull off doesn't work,

he's not the only one
who's gonna need life support.

Doc, what are you planning?!

Something the Brits
call a "bloody mess."

Uh, how-how is he?
He's still weak.

I can help take
the strain off his heart

and you're gonna hate me,
but I don't care.

Hey, hey-hey-hey-hey,

grab him!
Stay back.

Cala.

I'm trying to save our people,
as is Dr. Curtis.

He will not let
Behranu die.

The only way
he lives is to relieve

the pressure on his heart,

and the only way to do
that is to drain blood.

Go get help!

- Thanks, kid.
- Always knew I'd use a scalpel

to save lives,
just not like this.

Things sound crazy over
there, Doc, just hold on,

we're not far off.

He's bleeding all over the
floor. You're killing him!

- How will we know if this worked?
- Behranu will wake up.

If he loses much more,
he will be dead.

Just hang on, any second now.

Step aside.

Oh, get out of the way.

Get on the ground.

Don't move.

Doc, what was that?

That was the sound
of time running out.

It is okay. I will reattach
the IV and stop the bleeding.

No, a little longer.
He'll regain consciousness.

Quiet.
You have caused enough harm.

Look, he's awake.

Call off your goon so I can
treat him before he dies.

Uh, let him up.

Uh, I broke the connector,
I'm gonna need another one

and some forceps
to stop the bleeding.

Okay, I'm almost done.

Great, all sealed up.

And I need a new IV bag. Happy?

How close is the fuel?

Oh, that's pretty close.
Uh, fuel's here.

Here!

The generator's in here.

It's here.

Go, Walt. Let her rip.

Okay, people,
look alive in there.

The ventilator's working.

Yeah, your old-timer's
gonna be okay.

Look, I'm sorry.
Please forgive me, eh?

It's all right.

When you-you care about someone
so much, it drives you crazy.

Oh, sweet,
ventilator's working.

I can understand the feeling.

Hey, Hap?

Please, no more driving around

in minefields for a while?

Dr. Curtis. I spoke with
the hospital in the capital.

They are sending the
hydroxyurea pills tomorrow.

Well, two weeks of that
in Behranu's system,

he's not just gonna survive,
he'll thrive.

As will the peace process.
Well done, Doctor.

Thank you.

Dr. Curtis.

I'd like you to meet my parents.

Wow, it is an
absolute pleasure.

Oh, we were so worried.

We couldn't make it here
through the storm,

but Cala told us
you kept her safe.

I kept her safe? No, no, no.
She pulled my bacon

out of the fire, trust me.
You guys, you raised

an incredible daughter here.

In truth,
Cala raised us.

She came into our lives
at three years old.

Taught us what
strength looks like.

Bring it in.

You are gonna make one heck
of a sawbones, pal.

Hey, keep your eyes
on your mailbox.

I'm sending you more
medical books, I promise.

Sylvester.

I still can't believe
I got to work a case

with Team Scorpion.

You're an honorary
member, kid.

Thank you.
And thank you

most of all, Sylvester.

I can't believe I got to meet
the most incredible man

I've been reading about
all these years.

That's very kind,
Alex,

but I may have stretched
the truth a bit

in my letters.

Don't get me wrong,
those things happened.

I just didn't necessarily
do them myself.

I wanted you to have
a sponsor

that... you could look up to.

Are you kidding me?

Sly went undercover in prison.

He went down the side
of a 20-story building

on solar panels.

He captured a snake

with his bare hands

so the venom could
save my life.

He's a regular
superhero.

Okay, you're right.
I-I did do those things.

I just felt like it was
all of us doing them.

You know what
bothers me, though,

is that your default

is to think that you,
on your own,

somehow is not good enough.

You have character and heart.

But sometimes
you forget that.

Maybe that's why you haven't
asked out Florence yet.

Ah, Florence!

The tall blonde from next
door who lusts after you?

Next, we're gonna look at

how different
food groups interact

with the hormones
you'll be taking.

And the pterodactyls
we'll be house-breaking

and the maracas
you'll be shaking.

Okay, sure.

And you're not listening.
Happy, we got to get through

all this fertility research.

I was thinking about Cala.

About her being three,
alone, with no family.

Same as me
when I was three.

But then those people
gave her a family.

When I was a kid,
I wished every day

for a family to adopt me.

To make me theirs,
and they could be mine.

But that never happened.
No one wanted me.

Right now, there is
a kid somewhere

wishing for a family.

They could be ours.

We could be theirs.

I want to make
our dream come true

by making a kid's
dream come true.

You cool with that?

In all my years here...

all the thoughts
and theories and plans

that we've devised
in this garage...

that is the best idea
I've ever heard.

Thank you.
Good luck out there.

U.N. mine clearance team
will be in Surayto tomorrow.

The sooner the better.

The sooner Florence
gets here the better.

I already have flop sweat.

But I went to the grocery store.
I got flowers.

- They're fresh.
- Relax.

I got a good feeling about this.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Walter, what's this?

Uh, it's my copy of
Perndon Whitbry's book.

- Why do you have it?
- Since I couldn't get tickets

to the lecture, I was
gonna send him the book

to have it autographed
as an anniversary present.

But when I pulled it
off the shelf,

I found these inside.

Land mine's about
to go off.

Well, I often keep
ticket stubs

of particularly
interesting lectures.

But why are there two?

I saved one
for my guest.

You went with someone else?
Why didn't you tell me that?

Well, it wasn't, uh,
particularly, uh,

relevant information.
Walter,

what are you scared to tell me?

Who did you go out with?

Hi, everybody.

Oh, you've got
to be kidding me.

Um, I have no idea
what I just walked into.

A buzz saw.

Sylvester left a message for me.

He said he had
something to ask me.

I have something to ask you.

Did you go to that lecture
with Walter?

Don't look at him.

I'm asking the question.

Yes.

You know, Walter said
they just went as friends.

Hold on. You knew?

I'm just finding out now.

I-I can't believe
all of you guys knew.

- Hey, Paige, Paige, if we could just go ups...
- No.

No, Paige, listen to me.

We never so much

as held each other's hands.
Isn't that right, Flo?

We never held hands.

You are so clueless.

You hid this.
You hid it because

you knew deep down
you did something wrong.

When I was buried alive you said
no matter what I told you,

it would be okay, remember?
- You didn't tell me anything.

I found out!

You've been having
a cranial affair

with Florence for months.

Lectures and working late
at the white board

and kissing dreams.

Hey, Toby said that
dream meant nothing.

Of course it means something.

I don't satisfy
all your needs, Walter.

I'm incapable of scratching
your intellectual itch because

I am just a normal human.
And truth be told,

I am completely exhausted
trying to convince myself

that you satisfy me.

For once, I would like
to walk on the beach with you

without a marine
biology lecture,

or go to dinner with you
without a dissertation

on the inefficiencies
of putting parsley

on the freaking plate.

Or to hang out with my friends
without you looking...

absolutely miserable.

There is a part of you
that is attracted to Florence

in a way that you could
never... be attracted to me.

I worked so hard at this
experiment, Walter.

I really did.

It is over.

You're being ridiculous.

I have no feelings
for Florence,

and she has none for me.

Isn't that right...

Florence?

Tell her.

It would seem that,
over the past few months,

I have developed
feelings for you.

Jaw dropper.

For the record,
I was unaware.

Paige...

I am so sorry.

I didn't mean for it to happen,
but it did.

For what it's worth, Walter,

it's not your fault.

When I met you,
emotionally, you were nine.

I got you to 15, 16?

But I think that's
as far as you can go.

I don't blame you.

Well, I do.

You said there's nothing
going on between you two,

but you made her
fall in love with you.

How did I make her do anything?

Well, you invite her
to work with us.

You take her out.

You tell her you dream
about kissing her.

You were seducing her
all along, Walter.

I was the one who was
in love with her,

and now you ruined it.

Sylvester...

You know how hard it's been
for me to even consider

dating anybody
since Megan died.

Don't bring up my sister.

If you were a real man

instead of a comic
book-reading baby boy,

then you would have
asked Flo out

a long time ago.

There was nothing
stopping you,

and you're using my
sister as a crutch.

Hey!

Enough!

Family does not lay hands

on each other.

Sly, what do you got
to say for yourself?

I quit.

I can't work for you anymore.

Me neither.

Right.

So you're just gonna...
you're gonna dump me

and you're quitting?

Satisfied, O'Brien?

We are in the middle
of a minefield,

and things are blowing up
all over.

Gee, who could have
predicted this?

I have had it
with you two know-it-alls!

All right, listen.

Everybody,
just give Walt a beat.

Cabe is right... there is
plenty of blame to go around.

How sweet of you to
stick up for your boyfriend.

Oh, you're just
leaving now, huh? Wh-What about

everything that we've been
through? The Gettleman pitch

coming up, huh?

What? You guys, too?

Wh-What, are you gonna
leave me high and dry?

What the hell is gonna
happen to us now?

Have to say,
this is an impressive pitch.

I have one more interview
lined up,

but I can posit you're
in a very good position.

Well, Scorpion 2.0
is leaner and more efficient

than its predecessor.

And we look forward to helping
you with your company.

Sounds good.
Thank you for coming in.

Well, thank you very much
for your time.

Yeah.
Okay...

Well, seems my next
appointment's already here.

Mr. Gettleman.

Ms. Dineen.

Come right on in.

Is that a centipede
on your shirt?

That's what you went with?

Centipedes are
agile and fierce.

Like us.

You could say we are
Human Centipedes.

Told you not to use that term.

You didn't watch
the movie, did you?

It was in the horror section.

Good luck.

You're gonna need it.

Perhaps we'll see you at
the Beauchamp pitch next week.

Don't think so.

What? Too complicated
for you guys?

- Nope.
- Nope.

We already got that job.

Paige, wait.

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