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Previously on Scorpion...

Will you please marry me?

No.

I can't.

I'm married to someone else.

Ralph, I was so worried
about you.

I'm so glad you're okay.

I'm glad you're okay, too.

You took my son
into the canyons,

near landslides
and accidents,

and you brought him home safe.

Meet my new trainee.

Tim Armstrong.

Hello.

So I wanted to ask if you,

uh, would like to go to the

Lake Tahoe Jazz
and Heritage Festival.

Oh, I...

Wi-With Tim.

You're a genetic fluke,
so freaking what?

It doesn't matter.

What matters in life
is love.

You pushed your love
out the door

to spend the weekend
with another man.

Come on, where
are you going?

I'm gonna stop Paige.

I love her.

I'm a moron.

(jet engines whooshing)

MAN: Blackjack 1, am I imagining
things, or did you just pull

a quick nose-up with
a tight rollback back there?

Roger that, Blackjack 2,
and if I were a MIG,

I'd have set up
for a high-side gun pass

and lit you up.
Negative.

I would have barrel-rolled
right out of the situation.

(instrument panel beeping)

What the hell?

Was that a curse word,
Blackjack 1?

I don't think
I've ever heard you...

What's wrong?
(instruments beeping)

I'm accelerating,

but not at my command.

Plane is nonresponsive.

Same here.

Gaining altitude.

Stick is dead.

Lost all comms to Ranger.
Can you connect with base?

(instruments beeping)

No joy.
Okay.

Stand by to eject.

Punch-outs a no-go!

(jet engines rumbling)

Woodrow, are you trying
to lock in on me?

I'm not doing anything.

My bird's gone rogue.

June, get off of my six!

Morales, my slammers
have gone hot.

You have to shake me now.

FEMALE NAVIGATION VOICE:
Five miles from destination,

Tahoe Crystal Lake Resort.

Almost there.

What do I say when I see her?

Poetry.

Poetry?

Paige, to Tim, please say Nada,

but say sí to my giant
medulla oblongata.

How much tequila have you had?

Enough to write that poem.

Look, Walt.

Just speak from your heart.
Can you do that?

No.
Then try this.

You can't spell "hypothalamus"
without "us."

Huh?

Hello?

Walt?

You go get 'em, tiger.

Okay.

Let's find Happy's hubby.

PAIGE:
You know, I can't remember

the last time I had
a Nutsy Cluster bar.

I can't remember
the last time

I had a date
go so sideways.

(chuckling): Oh, come on,
it's not your fault.

No, it's just,

this place is famous
for its 24-hour dining room,

so I figured we would
get a late meal,

sit on the terrace
under the moonlight.

Instead it's
Nutsy Cluster bars

from the vending machine.

(laughing): You could not predict
that the board of health

would close the place,
and, you know,

the reservation mix-up
was a fluke.

Let me ask you something.
Mm-hmm?

Were you
a little bit relieved

that they messed up
our adjoining suites?

What?

No. Why would...
why would you ask that?

(exhales)
Honestly?

I thought I picked up
on a vibe at the garage

that maybe you wanted
to stay there.

And... look,
I know

this is weird, like, we've only
been on a couple of dates,

and then Walter sends us on
some romantic weekend getaway.

And, you know,
I thought maybe

you would be relieved
that the only rooms they had

were single rooms
on opposite sides

of the resort.

Look, what I'm trying
to say, Paige,

is... I like you... a lot,

and if there's anything

holding you back in L.A.,
then just let me know.

I'll understand.

No.

There's nothing
holding me back.

You sure?

Yes.

Well, that is good news.

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(phone rings)

And that is Cabe's ring.
(Paige chuckles)

And I have to answer
Cabe's ring.

I'm so sorry.
Duty calls.

Hey, boss man,
what's up?

I hate to ruin your weekend,

but I need you back here pronto.

We got a problem.

(phone buzzes)

(phone beeps)

Cabe, why are you
calling so late?

CABE:
Where the hell are you?

I'm at the garage
and the doc said you went out

and I need you back here now.

Uh... might be a while.

What's "a while"?

Seven hours.
CABE: Seven hours?

What the hell are you doing
seven hours away from here?

Tahoe.

Oh, boy.

Telling me.
Okay.

You can destroy
your personal life later.

Right now, I need you to get
to Plimpton Airfield.

It's just south of the lake.

I sent a plane to pick up
Paige and Tim.

N... I... cannot get on a plane
with them.

You can and you will.

I need Team Scorpion
and all I've got

is a drunk behaviorist.

Hungover behaviorist.
(bottle clatters)

Happy and Sly are on their way.

I need you to move your ass

because what I'm about
to tell you

is gonna make all our other
cases look like warm-ups.

Happy's on her way?

Yeah.

And you need a pot of coffee
and some mouthwash.

In that order.

Okay, strapped in,
ready to go.

Can't. Still waiting
on one more.

One more?

Who?

(door closing)

Hello.

Hel-Hello?

What are you doing here?

Well, all our talk
about jazz music

made me want to go see
the festival, so here I am,

but Cabe called,
so no music for me.

All right, wheels up.
Time's wasting.

Cabe!

We got here as fast as we could.

You brought the kid?!

He's 11.
I'm babysitting.

I can't leave him alone.

You were scared to take the bus
at night by yourself.

Shouldn't you be sleeping?

Any developments
since you called, Cabe?

No. Admiral Horton Pace

should be here shortly
to fill us in more.

What we do know
is all signs point

to the F-130s being hacked,

and whoever did it

has had them engaged
in a dogfight

for the past hour
over the eastern Conejo Valley.

They've worked
their way south

to where they're just a few
miles from our current location.

Waking up half of Los Angeles
in the process.

I bet the press
is all over this.

No, we told them that the jets
were running combat simulations.

We can't have the world know
that we're not in control

of our own warplanes.

All other aircraft

has been grounded and disabled.

You look terrible.

He's right, you look
like you're gonna be sick.

Yeah, 'cause I'm looking at you
in pajamas.

You know, we rushed over here.

Where's Happy?

She's on her way.

It should be
very comfortable.

What about the others?

Paige, Tim, Walter.

They just landed
from Tahoe.

They'll be here any minute.

Walter went up to Tahoe?

Oh, boy.

Mom's gonna be confused.

(door opens)

Navy personnel
will be here soon.

Grab a coffee,
perk up.

It's gonna be a long day.

Before the others get here,
we should talk.

Let's skip your rejection
of my proposal

because you're married.

Great surprise,
by the way,

and get to the lies.

I've never lied to you.
Really?

I hacked L.A. County records.

There's no marriage license
for you,

so either you're not married

or you deleted the evidence

so I can't find out
who your better half is.

One, I am married.
Two, I didn't delete anything.

Three, I don't lie to you.
Four, I'm in love with you.

That's gonna make things weird
for your anniversary, won't it?

Is it Collins?

What?
When he kidnapped me

he said you couldn't say yes
to my proposal.

Why would he say that?

The same reason
he talks to sock puppets,

because he's bat poop crazy.

All right, you're being
truthful-- not Collins.

Doc, look, do you trust me?

No.

Fine. Do you love me?

Yeah.
Then if your love

is stronger than your distrust,
please understand

that I'm in a situation
with another guy

who I don't love,
who I have never loved,

but that's all
I can tell you.

Why?

Toby, that's all I can tell you
right now,

but if you give me
a little bit of time,

I will fix it
and tell you everything,

okay?

Crap. Now I trust you,
too.

Good.

Now, there are two F-130s
screaming across L.A.,

so we've got more important
things to worry about.

WALTER:
Sly,

Cabe filled me in earlier.

Right. On your way
back from Tahoe.

Shouldn't you be sleeping?

Sly,

while we're waiting for
the admiral to get here,

link up to the naval base's
operating system.

See if we can find a back door
into those planes.

I am already into it.

What is that nonsense?

Uh, this is Super Fun Guy
Cuckoo Clay.

I'm stressed
and it helps.

Two-two hands.

Okay, look, does anybody
have a read

on where these plane are
right now?

(planes roaring overhead)

There's your answer.

I'm gonna look
for vulnerable ports

on the military wireless
server networks.

And I just got the navy's
radar feed up on our monitors.

They're circling L.A.

Okay, how was the world's
most awkward plane ride?

Oh, good gravy;
you didn't tell her.

Refuse to engage.

Oh, please.

You could hack in your sleep.

I'm hardly a distraction.

You know, I read this article
about this guy in San Pedro,

who has the two largest
aluminum foil balls in SoCal.

He charges a buck
to see them.

Do you know

what I admire most
about this guy

with those giant balls?

You know what attribute
really stands out

for the giant balls guy,
Walter?

I will tell her how I feel
when I get the chance,

but right now,
there are out of control F-130s

screaming across L.A.,

so we have more important things
to worry about.

Where have I heard that before?

(door opens)

Admiral.

Cabe Gallo. Any updates?

No. All we could obtain is a
brief recording of the pilots.

MORALES:
Plane is nonresponsive!

WOODROW:
Same here! Gaining altitude!

Stick is dead!

After that,
the hackers cut the comms.

Best tech minds in the
government couldn't crack it.

Uh, we're the best tech minds
in the government.

You being smart with me?

Actually, we're
smart with everybody.

The world's superpower
can't control its aviation,

I'm getting sass from this guy

and a giant baby
in his underwear?

CABE:
They don't mean

any disrespect.
It's just them being themselves.

Can I talk to you
for a second?

Quick question.
Yeah.

This might be the biggest case
that this team has ever had,

and I'm worried that Walter
might be a little... unfocused.

No matter what it is, Walter
always gets the job done, so...

Yeah, well, what about him
just appearing in Tahoe,

saying he was there
to hear jazz?

I mean, do you believe that?

I mean,
he obviously wanted

to see you badly enough
that he was willing

to drive through the night
to do it.

- So...
- I don't know. I...

I hope not.
Things are much simpler

if that's not the case.

Really? How so?

(quietly): Hey. Did you, uh,
mess with my marriage records?

Absolutely I did.
You want Toby to find out

who you're really married to?

Just focus
on the matter

at hand.

(speaking inaudibly)

Speaking of which...

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Guys, we could use
all hands on deck.

Right.

And we are right here
with you, Walter.

I just need everyone fixed
on-on the case.

(chuckles) And like I said,
we are right here with you.

Okay? It's not like I can help
you hack a military computer.

(rapid beeping)

PACE:
Good God.

Woodrow's locked
on Morales.

Woodrow, you are locked in!
It's not me!

My fire control
is completely disabled!

Al, you're right
in the crosshairs.

Oh, God.

They can't eject. We got
to disarm those weapons now.

What do you think
we're trying to do?

They're heading
towards the ocean!

(whooshing)

(beeping)

(trilling) Guys, the comm link
just went live.

Why would they turn her comms
back on now?

This is Blackjack 1,
Lieutenant Commander Woodrow.

Does anyone copy?!
Blackjack 1,

this is Admiral Pace. I'm here
with Homeland Agent Cabe Gallo

and an independent team. We're
trying to get you landed safely.

I have no control
of my aircraft.

I'm currently
in an auto-loop pattern.

I just shot down my wingman,
Lieutenant Morales,

over the Pacific.

No, no. Lieutenant Commander...

What's her first name, Cabe?
June.

June, this is Dr. Curtis
with Scorpion,

the team the admiral just
mentioned. Listen carefully,

you didn't shoot down
your friend.

Yeah, hackers who took over your plane
fired that weapon.

You're responsible for nothing.
(phone rings)

I need to take
this. Woodrow,

fill in Agent Gallo.
Give him a full debriefing.

First, my airspeed
increased independently.

Then altitude.

I lost all flight controls
and communications.

One system failure
after another.

That's why the hackers
turned on her comms.

They wanted us to hear,
blow by blow,

how an F-130
was systematically usurped.

They
wanted June

to debrief us so we could hear
how good they are at their jobs.

It's-it's an advertisement,
a psychological tool.

They are smart.
This is just the beginning.

I just got off
the phone with D.C.

Four U.S. destroyers
have been cyberjacked

and positioned 300 yards outside
of Miami, Boston,

Portland, and Long Beach.

High-explosive
BGM missiles

are pointed directly
at each of those cities.

All of our aircraft, our
battleships have been grounded,

and we've shut down
our nuclear silos.

The United States,

as of right now,
is a nation without defense.

♪ Scorpion 3x01 ♪
Civil War
Original Air Date on October 3, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

USS Hawthorne, USS Crittinden,

Corbett, and Rooney,
all under hacker control.

HAPPY: Are you evacuating
the cities?

We do that,
the story gets out

we've lost control
of our military.

CABE: I can think a few nations
that would act immediately,

if they knew
we were defenseless.

Okay, can't you manually disengage
the missiles on the destroyers?

Most ships' magazines
have automated blast doors.

Assume they've been closed
by the hackers

and the crew's been locked out
from the missiles.

Exactly what happened.

And you know that
for certain?

You've been in
contact with the ship?

Yes. Their comms are working.

If he can talk
to the ships

and we can talk to June, can
the hackers hear us right now

and any plans...
(quietly): we might devise?

You know, I'm not too worried
about these hackers!

Took 'em an hour of joystickin'
around to bring down a plane.

If they had real skills,
they'd have June

doing scissors and rolls
right now.

Someone shut that guy up!

What are you thinking?

Okay, see? The punks that are
behind this don't speak English.

If they did, they'd have
sent June into a tailspin,

'cause I just called 'em out,
and they are egomaniacal,

highly intelligent,
and antisocial.

So are we.

But they are businessmen.
They positioned ships

at the four corners
of the country. Why?

Symbolic. "We got you boxed in."

They are trying to prove
themselves to potential clients

who want to bring the U.S.
to its knees.

These guys
are bright,

18 to 25-- because young people
are driven to prove themselves--

and-- if I had
to guess--

Eastern European, because

instead of focusing
on our monetary system

or electrical grid,
they went after our military.

These are children
of Cold War parents

who grew up hearing about
the mighty U.S. war machine.

And I bet

they smoke
those skinny Euro cigarettes.

That's how you profile.

WALTER:
Okay,

let's assume Toby's right.
I am!

So, Sly, focus
on Eastern Europe,

see if we can track
the signal

that's hacking June's plane.

If we find the hackers,
we end all of this.

All right, Ralph, do you think
you can run a rehash check,

see if they're pulling this
off with a DDoS attack?

Sure. But can I get
some Fruity Moons or something?

You find the European hackers,
I'll get you Fruity Moons.

Unbelievable.

Lieutenant Commander,
can you stay with us

while we sort this out?

Don't have much of a choice.

Happy and I will jump
on the Dark Web,

see if anyone's bragging about
what they did to Uncle Sam!

SYLVESTER:
No need.

I just traced the hack
to a section

of Sofia, Bulgaria.

TOBY:
Eastern Europe.

Wow,
who could've predicted that?

Looks like they jumped

onto a signal
from a Pentagon white shoe out

of Long Beach.
What's a white shoe?

Pentagon keeps nondescript
buildings in most U.S. cities.

They're there
to maintain relay signals

for military operations.

WALTER:
That's how

they're controlling the ships.
They're infiltrating

white shoe signals in Boston,
Miami, Portland, and here.

TOBY: They're using

our own signals
to control our ships?

Like when a bully
makes you hit yourself.

So if we can get to the white
shoe office in Long Beach,

then I can... I can hack
their server,

see if I can figure out a way
to disrupt the hacker's signal.

Then I tell the authorities
in the other three cities

how to do it, and then we kill
the signal simultaneously

and regain control of the ships.

Now, Toby, I left
my car in Tahoe

and Paige's is at her house,

so we'll need
to borrow yours.

Okay, but I just had it washed in '08,
so be careful with it.

Really?
So...

you and Paige?
Why not Sylvester and Paige?

No, Sly will be with you
and Cabe

on the way to Bulgaria
to find the hackers.

Oh, so you stay with Paige
and you ship me off to Bulgaria?

Tim...

Easy, buddy.

Sly can handle whatever
the hackers

throw at him tech-wise,
and you two

are necessary law enforcement
in a foreign country.

It's a logical way
to divide workload.

Oh, yeah.
It's a load, all right.

Well, if you don't agree
with my decision making,

perhaps you should change
your Homeland assignment.

TIM: And perhaps
you should just tell us

what you were doing in Tahoe,
Walter.

Okay, this is not
the schoolyard.

We got some serious work to do.

Got it?

Got it.

Got it.

Tim, Walter's the boss.

We follow his lead.

Yes, sir.

Truth is, as much
as I hate flying, I am excited

to get out of this garage.
Between Tim and Walter

and Happy and Toby,
it's too tense.

I'm getting out of my jimjams.

Admiral.

All aircraft are grounded.

How are you gonna find a plane
that can go at least Mach 4

and get you to Bulgaria
in two hours?

Don't worry, I got an idea.

TOBY:
Um, speaking of planes,

if the hackers pick up that
we're messing with their signal,

they will drive June's plane
into the ground.

Or, if this takes too long,

there's always the chance
she runs out of gas and crashes.

That's exactly what we want.

It's not what I want!
No, no. Hear me out.

If June does a fuel dump, the
plane will plummet instantly,

because swept-wing aircraft have
the glide capacity of a rock.

Sly can calculate it
so it nose-dives for our garage.

And with the engine off,
the hackers

won't be able
to control the plane.

Then we just get the plane's
original, unhacked firmware

back onto
the jet's computer.

And I can do it with this.

With a stud finder?

You know, I can't go near stud
finders. They always go off.

You've told that joke
before, okay? Happy.

Data can be sent
over the lasers.

I can send new firmware directly
into the jet's comm system.

WALTER: It has
an independent battery.

Even with the engine off,
it can accept the data.

HAPPY: And it's housed in
the nose of the plane

that will point towards us
as it falls to Earth.

By "us," am I safe to assume
you're gonna put me in the path

of a plummeting
F-130?

I will build the laser
from the stud finder,

some laser levels,
and Sly's laser tag guns.

You will prep the firmware.

WALTER: Okay, June,
you'll have to be

no more than 500 feet
from the rooftop to guarantee

that the download works.

So I'll have seconds to restart
my engine solely on fumes,

pull out of a nosedive,
and skim over rooftops

to a safe landing somewhere?

Aha. The safest bet
is the L.A. riverbed,

four miles east of here.

Million-to-one shot
but it could work.

(whooshing)

Almost ready.
Happy, laser update?

Don't worry about me.
Do your job.

God forbid something goes wrong,
we get crushed.

I'm really concerned
for your widower.

Think he'll handle it well?

Okay, that's it.
We're done talking.

♪ I was walking ♪

♪ Down the street one day ♪

♪ Feeling lost and all alone ♪

HAPPY:
Paige, how goes it with you?

Uh, to be honest,
it's kind of awkward.

She meant: how close
are we to the Pentagon office?

Oh.

Yeah, we're not
that far out at all.

Sly, are the calculations
ready for June?

Getting the final specs now.

June, I need to know
the entire weight of your plane,

including you
and your flight suit,

the wingspan of your plane,
and your current velocity.

Oh, hey.

You Bruce?

Yes, sir.

We talked on the phone.

I have to remind you
that all you were told

is highly confidential.

You repeat any of it,
it's a felony.

I'm a Vietnam vet
and a patriot.

My lips are sealed.

And I got this baby

fueled and prepped.

It'll hit Mach 4,

have you in Bulgaria
faster than you could

get home in L.A. traffic.

And it's not
computerized at all?

Nothing to hack.

And you secured
us a pilot?

You're looking at him.

I know what you're thinking,

but I was a good pilot
back in my day.

How many missions?

None.

Right after my training

we had a fire in my barracks.

I burned my hands bad,
so they grounded me.

I helped others
get ready to fight,

but I never got to do
my part myself.

So, please,

let me serve my country.

Okay, okay, June is ready.

Is this guy gonna take us
to meet our pilot?

Oh, poop.

I've got the main
power cable

and two back-ups
in case of failure.

Okay, I'm almost done.

Hook them up.

Lenny.

Huh?

Jerry.

- What are you doing?
- What? Nothing.

Norman, Jared, Vern.

You're calling out men I know
to see if I show guilt markers?

- Maybe.
- Vern's my deli guy.

Yeah, I've seen how
he handles your provolone.

You're an idiot.

No, I'm just hurt and angry.

Do you have
any idea how

what I'm going through feels?

It feels like you just
took my heart and tore it

from my body and then
just shoved it right up my...

(plane engine roaring)

...and then it just lies there,
covered in flies.

Even the dog doesn't want it,

even though he ate it
in the first place.

That's what's left of my heart!

Hate to interrupt the fighting,

but I need to make sure
your heads are in the game

before I dump my fuel.

We're fine.

Toby's shutting up now.

Good...

because if the hackers
keep up this same loop pattern,

I'll be over you
again in minutes,

and once my tanks are on empty,

I'll be heading into
a complete vertical nosedive.

Yup, straight down right
at us at terminal velocity.

Oh, for Pete's sake,
don't say terminal.

♪ I can't take... ♪

- So...
- So, I...

Okay, go first.

I'll go f... yeah.

Can you, um...?
Hmm?

Oh, yeah.

So, I'm gonna take you
at your word that

you were in Tahoe
for the festival,

but Tim...

Tim does not take me at my word.

That's his prerogative,
but I told the truth.

Be that as it may,
you heard the admiral.

The U.S. is being forced
into civil war,

our weapons being forced
against ourselves...

And we don't need Scorpion
turning against itself, as well,

but with me and Tim
and Toby and Happy, we are,

and that's not ideal
when the stakes are high.

I... Understood.

So, for now,
just steer clear of Tim.

Understood?

♪ On you ♪

♪ On you I would risk it all ♪

♪ Just tell me this is
no mistake I'm making... ♪

It is kind of

confusing that you'd give away
tickets to a jazz festival

and show up, anyway.

(plane engine roars)

Uh... we should put
our comms back in.

♪ I never thought that
I would try again. ♪

Two kilometers
from the fuel dump.

We're positioned.
Bring her in nice and steady.

WOODROW: How about extremely fast
and out of control?

Forgive me, getting a little

beaded up about this plan.

Beaded up: sweaty, worried.

I know my pilot terms.

Lieutenant,

that fancy plane you're flying,

all the minds
who designed it,

compared to us
they're morons,

so no need to sweat it.

(quietly):
She should be terrified.

Okay, you should be in
position in two, one...

Ring the admiral's
doorbell.

That means dump the fuel.

That one I didn't know.

Here goes.

Engine's shutting down.

Oh, man, here she comes.

Right for our butts.

Firing the laser.

Uh, two degrees north.

How we doing down there?

The laser's locked on your nose.

Uploading the firmware.

WOODROW: Estimating I'm three
nautical miles

from your roof.
You might want to bail.

We bail, the laser could shift
and you'd die.

We're staying.

If these are
our last moments together,

I propose we die
with no secrets between us.

No.
I'll go first.

Sometimes when I'm alone in the
garage I sniff your work gloves.

Great, now I can die disgusted.

Guys?
Another time?

The mix of lavender hand cream
and motor oil

reminds me of your
emotional dichotomy.

WOODROW:
Ten seconds to the envelope.

Past that I can't pull out.

That jet's getting awfully big.

Eight seconds.

Okay, now your turn.

Who is your husband?!

(computer beeping)

Punch it, June!

Hit the deck!

(screams)

Made it.

L.A. riverbed is my bingo.

Fuel's at zero.

I'm setting down.

Thank you... to you
and your whole team.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah.

You gonna answer
that question or what?

I've given to you my heart

and my soul, more than
I've ever given to anyone.

Now, in your head
that may not add up to 100%.

Tough.

The one percent is the price
of admission to Happyland.

You have to pay.

I am not an open book.

Get used to it!

I'm not in Happyland!
I'm in AngryWorld.

Next stop Resentment Town.

That's your team
we're listening to?

Ah, not if I can help it.

I'm gonna take this comm out
until we land.

You know...

You've played my hand.

Now I have no choice
but erasure.

And I don't mean
the delightful synthpop duo.

What is this?

Oh, I'm literally
and figuratively

sweeping away
the proposal.

It's hereby rescinded.

Like hell it is.

What do you care?
You're married.

I am going to fix it.

My proposal was a contractual
offer: all of me for all of you.

You can't meet my terms,
so, offer off the table.

Pardon me.

CABE:
Okay, NATO's granted us

permission to land

under the cover
that we're U.S. military

delivering the Valkyrie
for Bulgarian training.

We've been
combing through

the Eastern European
Dark Web and the name

that keeps coming up
regarding criminal matters

in Sofia is one

Dimitri Borosevich,

aka "Na Skunks."

What does that mean?

The Skunk.

He appears to be

the underground kingpin
of the city.

Yeah, international warrants
for wire fraud,

identity theft,
gambling rings...

Well, Sofia isn't a big town,
so if he's not behind the hacks,

he'll be getting kickbacks
from the people who are.

Find the Skunk,
find the hackers.

Putting together cultural
protocols for Bulgaria.

There's a few things you'll need

on the ground.

This isn't an engineering or
mechanical issue, so pardonne.

Gentlemen,
when we touch down

I recommend expediency.

Won't take the Bulgarian
military long to see through

that training jet story.

TOBY:
All right, I'll just give you

Bulgarian essentials.

No is yes, yes is no.

Come again?

It's unique to the country.

For "yes,"
they shake their head.

For "no," they nod up and down.

No way that could
cause confusion.

I agree completely.

That felt way too odd.

(tires screeching)

No one's around.

Government building
on a Saturday.

It's abandoned.

You can get us in here?

Well, you can't be friends
with Happy Quinn for seven years

without learning stuff.

(exhales)
Okay.

WALTER: Okay, I'm into the Pentagon
server. Three minutes

and we'll shut down the signal
controlling the Corbett.

Boy, that thing looks mean.

CABE: If things get hot,
don't be a hero.

You're a civilian.

You get on that plane
and go home.

I am not gonna abandon you guys.

Good luck.

TOBY:
Hey, found more

on El Skunko.

Latest arrests:

four in the last two months,

all for gambling.

All out of one building
in a slum

in the Nadezhda area of Sofia.

I'll send the address.

So, what are we supposed
to do when we get there?

Just politely ask
to meet the Skunk?

(laughs)

That's like walking
into Little Italy

and asking to see Don Corleone.

You got to make him want
to talk to you.

We got to get in his game,

take enough of his money
to get his attention.

Doesn't seem
like the type of guy

who'd take too favorably
to that.

Well, looks like
you'll find out, Sly.

I am?

Why me?

I mean, do you
really want me and Cabe

running odds
on dealt hands?

No, you're the man
for the job.

I had the consulate get us ten
grand for a gambling stake.

Cabe, is that the car
you got for us?

Yeah, I told the embassy we
needed something so we'd fit in.

We're not gonna fit in that!

Just downloading the last
of the software and then...

done.

Should be done
in a minute or so.

Uh, Toby, Walt's almost ready.

How are Sly and...

Comms don't
work in here.

The walls are aluminum,
forming a Faraday cage.

The windows are protected by,

uh, scrambling data technology.

The Pentagon does not
like bugging.

(takes deep breath)

Beautiful view.

Yeah.

Um...

so there might have
been another reason

why I drove to Tahoe,

beyond my interest in jazz.

Oh... okay.

I believe that
this team functions best

under the policy of openness
and-and honesty,

and I wasn't honest earlier,
so, Paige...

uh, for a long time I've wanted

to tell you something and...
- Walter.

Oh, my God.
I know.

It's a big deal, so it's time

that I-I finally say it.
No, no.

Walter, look,
it's coming right at us.

Oh, boy, that's a missile.

Flight speed of their
ballistic missile,

800 kilometers an hour,

or 497...
How long do we have, Walter?

50 seconds.

No, no, it took
over a minute

to get up here by elevator.
Stairs are too slow.

What do we do then?!

Here, I have an idea.

Hold Sly's Cuckoo Clay.

Okay, how did the hackers know

we were trying
to interrupt the signal?

Must've been monitoring
connection traffic

from that server room.

Either way, Walt and Paige
have 38 seconds

until kablooie!

Not good.

(both grunting)
Yeah, thanks.

(clangs)
Oh, boy.

Okay, now,
cover your hands

in Sly's Cuckoo Clay.
It will protect our hands

but also has
a low coefficient of friction

so we'll slide
down fast.

Descent should only take
a few seconds.

Fewer if we fall.
HAPPY: Okay, how long

until the missile hits?
20 seconds.

We got to go faster!
I'm going as fast as I can!

What do you mean there's
a missile headed for them?

How is "missile heading
for them" confusing?

We're getting
closer.

I can't believe
this is happening.

WALTER:
Get down!

(Paige gasps)

(exhales) That was close.
I think we're okay.

(creaking)

The cable's gonna snap!
What?

Get us out of here!

Okay.

(grunting)

Open! Open!
(grunts)

All right, hurry, hurry.

Hurry, okay.
Okay.

All right, get out.
Walter.

(grunting)
Walter.

Walter.

(gasps)

(both coughing)

You okay?
Yeah.

Yeah. Hurry. We got
to get out of here.

(sirens wailing in distance)

Happy? Toby? Why
don't we have comms?

We're outside.

The heat from the missile
ionized the air,

and it's disrupted the signal.
We need to get back to the garage.

Whoa. We have a
transportation problem.

Toby's having
a bad 24 hours.

(phone rings)

Uh, hey.

TIM: Paige, are you okay?
It's been radio silence!

WALTER: Yes, Tim,
we're both fine, thank you

for a...
You promised.

But the Pentagon is going
to need a new relay server.

And a new building to put it in.

Guys, the destroyers
are still under hacker control.

Their signal wasn't even
interrupted for a second.

They spoofed a signal
to the white shoe office

to sniff out anyone
who could be posing a threat.

They're not really using
the Pentagon relay system.

They must be using a satellite.

Yes. Sending code directly

to the ship's operating system.

TIM:
And the U.S. can't shoot down

any satellites because
we disabled all our missiles

this morning.

Can you hack the satellite?

I need to get back
to the garage.

Uh, Cabe, we're stranded.

Homeland can
get you a car.

Wait, why? Where's my car?

Toby wants to know
where his car is.

(crowd screaming)

Oh, my God.

Kind of all over.

What does that mean?

We just texted you Homeland's

local office.
Okay, I'll-I'll call 'em.

Okay.

Cabe, those guys are smart.

You need to find them soon.
We will.

So long as Sly
wins at baccarat.

All right, kid,
we got to jump.

We just got to where
we're supposed to be.

This is
Skunk's HQ.

Total dump

with chauffeurs
and nice cars out front.

Translation: it's a casino.

I think you guys
are significantly overestimating

my gambling abilities.

TOBY:
No, you can take that house

blindfolded and deaf. Which you
will be, essentially, because

I'm sure
they jammed communications

to prevent cheating.

Listen, Sly, these guys,

they're just animals.

All you got to do is gain
their respect, okay?

Be the alpha. Control the game.
Own the room.

He's right, Sly.
Alpha.

Someone tries to take something
from you, you take it back.

Don't ever let someone
take something from you

that's important.

Think Timbo's talking
about the waitress.

CABE: Remember, the fate
of the free world

may be in your hands.

You win every cent you can

as fast as you can
to draw Skunk out.

Okay, I-I guess.

But, uh...

what exactly are the rules
of baccarat?

Oh, good,
you're here. Yeah,

I want to use my phone to begin
a trace of satellites

in geosynchronous orbit
over Los Angeles.

What? Did you get Homeland
to send a car?

I did. I also accidentally
saw one of your texts.

"Hello, Mr. Armstrong.
This is the concierge

"at the Tahoe
Crystal Lake Resort.

"We got your message and are
happy to change your reservation

from adjoining rooms
to separate singles."

You changed the reservation?

There's, uh, an explanation.

Did you also call
the dining room,

pretending to be
the board of health?

What the hell did you do,
Walter?

Alpha, alpha,

alpha, alpha,

alpha, alpha, alpha...

You don't have
to say it out loud.

Private club.
U.S. contractors.

My friend's
looking for a game.

Private club.

Here's our membership.

Claim check for guns.

Tough joint.

This way.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

Alpha, alpha, alpha, alpha,
alpha, alpha, alpha, alpha,

alpha, alpha,
alpha, alpha,

alpha, alpha...

(quietly):
Okay, uh,

we are six-sevenths of the way
through an eight-deck shoe.

Should make counting
a little bit easier.

Bet.

Yes. Uh, banker,

player, tie. I will bet...

on player. That's me.
(chuckles)

Because I believe in myself.

8,000.

He just bet 8,000
on a single hand.

I'm gonna stay on the natural.

Go ahead. That's a five.
You can draw.

That's a bust! Ooh!

This is fun.

They're gonna get very pissed
very quickly.

Perfect.

Paige, uh, maybe
we should stay

in one place so that the-the
Homeland car can find us.

I'm walking
to the freeway off-ramp.

They can find me there.

Uh, maybe that is more efficient.

It is not about efficient,
Walter! It is about

getting away from you!

You're-you're
upset.

Wow! You are
a genius.

I'm gonna take this out
so the team can't hear

what I'm about to say.
You can actually

leave the comm in.
We're still within range

of the missile ionization.

I am taking this out
as an indicator

of me doing whatever the hell
I want without some...

stupid genius
telling me what to do.

Fair enough.
Why did you call

the hotel?

Uh, because, uh...

Because you are a jealous infant
who can't find

your own way to happiness,
so you choose to disrupt

the happiness of everyone else.

Well, not intentionally.

I can't believe
you sabotaged me.

I've been waiting two years
to tell you this, Walter.

You... were... wrong.

Oh!
(laughs)

That's what's called
hitting the tie.

You know,
statistically,

betting on the tie
is an idiotic move

but not when you know
what you're do... Ah...

You are doing quite well.

You and friends
would like to go VIP?

Uh, yeah, that sounds like fun.

He did it.
We're gonna meet the Skunk.

Yep.

(phone rings)
Yeah.

This is Admiral Pace.
Get me Gallo.

TOBY:
Sorry, he's out

of comm range watching Sylvester
play baccarat in an underground

Bulgarian casino
with a criminal named Skunk.

What?

HAPPY:
How can we help,

Admiral?
Get word to Gallo

that all the nuclear subs have
returned to base except for one.

Ohio class, the Clayton.

It's gone missing off the coast
of Southern California.

Are you saying the hackers
are controlling a sub

with nukes on it?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

(phone buzzing)

I would like
to explain myself.

I don't want to hear it.
There's no excuse.

That's true.
But there is context.

I don't care.

I went to Tahoe
to tell you I love you.

TIM:
Hey, Walter?

We're out of the card room,

and your comm's up
and running again.

And when we get out of here,
we're gonna have a little talk.

♪ Scorpion 3x02 ♪
More Civil War
Original Air Date on October 3, 2016

So, we're just
gonna stand here,

or one of you guys
gonna ask us to dance?

Oh, you must be Skunk.

It's a pleasure.

Baccarat is practically
a coin flip, but you

hit 15 hands
in a row.

You cheat.

No, once the shoe
is down to two decks,

it's the simplest math.

He's a math genius.

We're just trying to get
your attention.

CABE:
We wanted a meeting

with the main man in Sofia.

We knew that
wouldn't come cheap.

Your reputation precedes
you all the way to the U.S.

(whispering):
Yes is no,

no is yes.
Oh, I mean, um...

You're really something.

You got my attention.

Who are you?

We do financial
reappropriation

in the cybersphere.

Online bank thieves.

Yeah, we farmed out a job
to a group in Sofia, hackers,

gave them all the
Intel on the bank,

paid them their fee,
they stole the cash,

never turned over a dime.

Too bad for you.

We figure anybody
working this area

pays you regular tribute.

So, for their address,
we'll give you

the money we earned,

our ten-grand buy-in
and a finder's fee

if the Intel nabs the punks.

(grunts)

I'm okay.

Which are missing?

Ace of diamonds, two of spades,
king of clubs.

Hmm.

Only people who can pull off
what you say

are called "The Bootleggers."

I give you information,

you give me

him.
Me?

(chuckles)
For just one game.

There is Chinese whale, Chingwe,
been wiping me out.

He plays today.

I want back my lev.

I think you might need
to find another math genius

to help you win back your lev.

(clears throat) Okay?
I... um...

(under breath):
Excuse us.

Okay.

Kid, these Bootleggers
have taken out a fighter jet,

controlled four Navy destroyers,

and now they have a sub
with nukes on it.

We're talking the balance
of the free world here, Sly.

(whispering):
So, pretend to scratch

your ear and take
your comm out.

Give it to me.

It can't be
found on you.

We'll be back
to get you after

the threat is neutralized.

You're serious?

As a heart attack.

Like the one I'm about to have?

Okay, Skunk.

You got a deal.

So, the hacked
sub is somewhere

off the coast
of California,

but whether it's going north
or south is anyone's guess,

including
the sub captain.

Okay, they're in communication
with Admiral Pace,

but their sonar, depth finder
and radar have all gone dark.

The fastest way to find
the sub would be to use

the sonar capabilities
of the USS Corbett.

But the Corbett's under control
of the hackers.

Yeah, so we'll need
a top-down approach.

You get it? Top-down?

'Cause the Corbett's
being controlled

by a satellite that's
above them. It's top-down...

I'm gonna clean up
some more confetti.

WALTER:
Top-down? That's brilliant.

We can't destroy the satellite

because the missiles
are grounded,

but if we can disrupt
the satellite's signal

before it gets to the ship,

then we can regain control
of the destroyer.

But even if we disrupt
the signal, you can't reprogram

the Corbett's computers without
physically being on the boat.

You try to go out
to that destroyer, Walt,

I guarantee you the hackers
will use the ship's weaponry

to turn you into Swiss cheese.

And it's moot, anyway,

because we have
no way to disrupt

the hackers' sat signal
to the ship.

Yes, we do.

Confetti.

What about it?

If we create a metallic shower,

like confetti,
in the air above the ship...

It will interfere
with the satellite signal

long enough for us
to regain control

of the destroyer's computers.

Except the forecast only calls

for a chance of silver

with a light
drizzle of copper.

How the hell are you
gonna make it rain aluminum?

Easy. Happy just needs
to borrow her father's flatbed,

get to the weapons
museum where Cabe

got the Valkyrie from,

and then commandeer a trebuchet.

Paige and I are gonna visit
your friend in San Pedro, Toby,

the one with the giant balls.

Sor...

I'm sorry, what?

Drop your pants.

Pardon me?

You change.

Look like us,

or Chingwe gets suspicious,
won't play you.

I have an issue
with changing in public.

Chingwe, he's good player, hmm?

Clever.

Smart cheater.

You outcheat him.

Uh... uh, no.

I intend to play
with my intellect

because cheaters get hurt.

Don't worry
about his gunmen.

We have our own.

Shooting starts,
just hit the deck.

(lightly gasps) Once you've
taken him

for three million U.S.,

we'll shut down the game.
You go home.

Here.

Final touch.

It belonged to Oleg.

What happened to Oleg?

Turn left in 1.3 miles.

You know, you haven't said

a whole hell of a lot
since Walter

said he loved Paige.

I'm concentrating
on the mission.

You're stewing.

I'm not st...

(sighs)

I feel like Walter
was dishonest.

Well, this might
sound odd, but...

behaviorally, that might
be progress for Walter.

Yeah, well, he and I still
need to have a little talk.

Does that include him getting
slugged in the mouth?

It's an option
currently being considered.

Well, move off it.

I'm not gonna
let that happen.

Besides, if you even
get in a glancing blow,

you'd probably pop his head off.

These guys are smart;
they're not sturdy.

Turn.

You okay?

Happy and Toby
are a minute out.

I know.
I heard their call.

It's very kind
of that gentleman

with the aluminum balls
to let us rent his truck.

You've said that three times.

Just acknowledging
a human kindness.

Walter, accept the fact
that by sabotaging

my weekend with Tim
you acted horribly.

Also accept the fact
that this topic

won't be discussed
until I am ready to discuss it.

Okay? You are not in control.

Okay.

It's good to know.

(horn honks)

Oh, good. They're here.

We brought the solution,
straight from 300 BC.

Okay, let's get set up fast.

I'll call Admiral Pace
and make sure

he's downloaded our plan
to the three other cities.

She doesn't know what
I muttered over the comms.

What, about being in love
with her?

She doesn't need
to know that.

And, besides, what you
heard was out of context.

Oh, put it in context.

I'd prefer that we
forget it happened.

Right, we'll pretend
you don't love Paige

and I'll pretend Happy
isn't married to some yahoo.

What's amazing
is the sanest thing

we'll do today is launch

an enormous aluminum ball
at a battleship.

I'm teaming
with her today.

I will set up the trebuchet

and dial in the trajectory.

Okay, I'm heading to the marina
to hotwire you a boat.

Once the satellite signal
is blocked,

you need to be on the destroyer.

You'll only have two minutes
to reprogram the system.

Actually, 90 seconds.

Okay, authorities in Miami,

Portland and Boston
have all collected

their aluminum and are
creating their projectiles.

After what happened with
the high-rise in Long Beach,

Admiral Pace believes
that if this doesn't work,

the hackers will launch
all remaining missiles

onto U.S. soil.

Walter, this is a real gamble.

Remember,

no talking.

Your accent
gives you away.

He's got to think
you're one of us.

Happy, I spoke with the
captain of the Corbett.

They're expecting me.

HAPPY: Are you expecting
what the hackers will do

when you get close?
They'll open fire

with the forward guns?

This is not bulletproof,
and neither are you.

Yeah, well, I have a plan.

Dodging bullets

in a boat is not a plan!

Ready?
TOBY: This has a shot

if Walter can make it
out to that ship.

No gunfire yet.

Maybe the hackers
aren't looking

through the ship's
security cameras.

(rapid gunfire continues)

You were saying?

Toby, prepare to fire
the trebuchet.

I don't have much time here!

Okay, all the other cities
are ready for the order.

Three seconds,
I'm through this rope,

then it's great balls of fire.

Three, two... one.

Fire!

(gunfire)
Happy, progress report!

We need phosphoric acid
and aluminum to eat the rust.

Anybody got a soda? A cola?

Oh, I have a Dr. Shazz
in my bag.

I packed a midnight meal
for the proposal celebration,

which, of course,
never happened.

Okay, just get it!

Okay, Paige, help me
re-tie the trigger rope.

On it.

CHINGWE:
200,000.

♪ ♪

MAN:
Here you go.

Two cards.

Rakia.

Uh...

Drink.

Have a drink.

It's tradition.

Do not offend my guest.

How many cards?

One card.

Uh...

Yes. One card.
I understand.

You have to discard.

(sighs, groans)

(groans)

(whispering): He destroyed
a straight.

What is he doing?

(grunts)

Genius, huh?

What kind of genius
busts a drawn straight?

A confused kind.

Why can't you guys
just nod "yes" and "no,"

like every other country?

"Fresh Rinse of Bel Hair
Cuts and Shampoo."

"Warlock's Chest Comic Store"?

I use punch cards.

It's silly
if you don't.

It's like leaving your money
on the table.

That was a poor choice of words.

I'm sorry.

Bus pass?

With stamp for
U.S. government

employee discount.

Online bank thieves?

I doubt it.

Your friend with
the slick hair,

his name was
Gallo, huh?

"I won big for Skunk.

He's taking me out for
a celebration dinner."

We're not actually going

to a celebration dinner,
are we?

The guns keep on firing
whether I go forward or retreat.

I'm dead if you don't hurry!

Faster, Toby!

Oh, you know,
rust, corrosion,

you never see
it forming,

and then one
day it's there.

You know why?
I know why.

And it's not because
of the analogy

you're about to make.

Because of neglect.

Because of foreign elements
like air and water

reacting with the iron.

Elements the iron
never saw coming.

Elements the iron was
completely blindsided by.

Guys, Walter's being shot at.

All I'm saying is...

PAIGE:
Oh, boy!

Miami, Portland, Boston,
launch your balls!

It worked!

The hackers don't have control
of the guns anymore.

Captain, do you have
a status report?

CAPTAIN CONNIFF:
We have control of the vessel.

Walt, get the hell
on that boat.

Was a hell of a ride in,
Mr. O'Brien.

I'm Captain Conniff.
The bridge, Captain. Now.

You don't stand
on ceremony.

Well, if I don't
reprogram

your firmware
within 90 seconds,

your ship goes back into
the hands of the hackers.

We're losing
our aluminum cover.

Ten seconds.

The firmware
is reprogrammed.

All the other
ships have to do

is open this e-mail
and click the file.

All the ships have the file
and the instructions.

We have a clear sky.

Did this work?

(computer beeping)

Yep.

Portland, Boston, Miami
are back under Navy's control.

We're manually disabling
all weapons

till this threat
is gone.

It's a good start.

Now we need to find
that missing nuclear sub.

We may be taking the stinger
out of this operation soon.

Tim and I are pulling up
to the hacker location

Skunk gave us.

(brakes squeak)

(car door closes)

That's the building.

Hey, hold on,
that's the building, too.

Oh, man,
every apartment

on this block
is 236 Cherkovna.

TIM:
There must be 50 units.

There's no way we got time
to check them all.

Hey.

Hey.

Listen up.

I got 500 American
for some information.

Are all these units
236 Cherkovna?

236 A, B, C, D.

All right, which one of them

has a bunch of teenage boys
with computer skills?

I tell you for a thousand.

You know, the only thing I hate
more than street drug dealers

is one that makes
my job harder.

TIM:
Listen.

You get them out here,
you get your grand.

Okay?

You're a
very angry man.

Boss.

(Cabe groans)

I think they knew
we were coming.

Now we're stuck
in the middle of Bulgaria

with no leads
and no time.

(groaning):
Thanks.

Maybe not.

(grunts)

Stick with him!

(dog barking in distance)

Give it up, kid.

No idea what you just said.

(grunting)

I'm pretty sure that was
Bulgarian for "ow."

(grunting)

(sonar beeping)

Nothing.
No sign of the sub.

Best course of action is
to get this ship to shore

before something
else goes wrong.

WALTER:
What's that over there?

That's just an air pocket
created by

a massive school of fish.

It's nothing.

Uh, it depends if the air

is made of oxygen
or something else.

The Pacific herring
will pass gas

to create
distracting bubbles

to confuse predators.

You think the fish are farting
away from the submarine?

Possibly.

Just hold the sonar
for a moment.

Let's see what's coming up
behind those fish.

I want to find
this missing sub

as bad as you do,
but there's nothing...

Over there.
(sonar pings)

From the west.
I'll be damned.

That's the sub.

This is Walter O'Brien,

a government
tech contractor

on board the USS Corbett,

trying to contact
the Clayton.

Do you copy, Clayton?

Clayton, do you copy?

This is Captain Braden
of the USS Clayton.

I hope you have some info
regarding our whereabouts.

We've been flying blind
for some time now.

WALTER:
Captain,

you are headed due east.

Your craft is approaching
the McEwan pipeline.

Okay, now we know where I'm at,

but I still don't have control
over my ship.

WALTER:
Understood.

Finding you was step one.

Bringing you and your nuclear
weapons in safely is step two.

Just not sure how
to do that yet.

Oh... that's our answer!

When I was a kid, I got a metal
detector for my birthday,

and I tested it out
by putting it up

against our old tube TV.

It created a magnetic field
that ruined the set.

Dad was not happy.

So you want to create
a magnetic field

in the water to disrupt
the hackers' link

to the sub's
computer system.

We can use the McEwan pipeline.

It's metal. If we put enough
strong magnets inside,

it'll create a palpable
magnetic field.

And when the sub passes
through the field

and the hacker''
signal is disrupted,

we reboot back control,

and the Clayton quickly
gets to the surface

and powers down the sub.

Once we power down,

they won't be able
to retake control of the vessel.

We just float,
wait for rescue.

One question-- how do we get
magnets inside a pipe

that's full of thousands
of gallons of oil?

We hack the system and drain
the pipe-- I can swing it.

The base has several
decommissioned rail guns.

They're full of
industrial-grade magnets.

Uh, Captain,
call the base.

Tell them we're
on our way!

(folk music playing over radio)

You know, Bulgaria is lovely.

But not always.

Like in 1928,

when you guys had that
massive earthquake,

and then America sent
a bunch of aid

to help rebuild the region.

America and Bulgaria
getting along!

You lost me 250,000 lev.

There's no talking your way
out of this.

(sighs)

Wait a minute.

I only lost 210,000.

There was still chips
on the table

when I was getting pulled away.

Why don't you shut up?

I lost exactly $209,420.

And the bulge in
this guy's pocket

is approximately
1.75 inches thick,

which makes sense,

since the
international standard

for currency paper
is .0043 inches thick.

400 $100 lev bills

would be 1.72
inches thick,

which is just
about my estimate.

I said be quiet.

No, you be quiet.

What are you saying?

In short, Mr. Skunk,

the gorilla next to me

has pocketed your money.

He's liar.
(whimpers)

Pull over.

(owl hooting)

I cashed in the chips.

I forgot I put money
in the pocket.

Here.

Honest mistake.

Let's go.

(grunts)

How many magnets do we need?

Happy said at least 12.

You hack the pipe yet?

Uh, to completely
shut off oil flow

for good
would take hours,

but best I can do is make

the pipeline run
a diagnostic test.

That'll stop the oil flow for

about 12 minutes,
thus draining the pipe,

but once the time's up,
the oil flow restarts.

Anyone still in the pipe
drowns in oil.

Oh, sounds lovely.

Got the reboot protocol
ready for the sub,

but you guys
have to hurry.

The ETA for the pipeline
is ten minutes.

Soon as we're out of the hatch,

drop this on the pipe,

the charge will electrify
the magnetic field.

Where did you get that?

Let's just say
the officer's club

doesn't have
air-conditioning anymore.

You're a real live wire,
you know that?

Guys, time's a factor.

Right!

Shutting off oil flow now.

Happy, Paige,
let's get in that hatch

and get that pallet inside.

(grunting)

Where are your friends?

Listen, I'm not Walter,
so I can't make

heads or tails
of what's on this thing.

My best guess

is that after the hackers
realized that people

were onto them in the U.S.,
they ran off,

set up shop
in some other locale.

This guy stayed behind
with his tablet

to keep the link
to our military assets

connected until his pals
could finish up.

Walter, do you copy?

Cabe.

I got nothing
off this kid.

His tablet's gibberish.

He doesn't speak any English.

His pockets are empty
except for

some cash,
an employee I.D. card

to a movie theater,
and a gum wrapper.

He works in a movie theater?

Apparently. Why?

Most theaters show movies

digitally now,
so that's 900 gigabits

per second,
so its movies

are beamed by satellite,
which means

that theater is one of the only
places in Bulgaria

that has the bandwidth necessary

to implement
a military-grade hack.

This jerk sent his pals
to the movies.

Interpol will be by to get you
before it gets too cold.

(grunts)

(groans)

My glasses. My glasses.

(gasps)

Are you okay?

No.

My friends and I are
in a lot of trouble,

and I know it sounds crazy,
but millions could die,

and they don't
even know it.

I need to use
your phone.

I'm afraid I don't own a phone.

Well, what about
that thing?

Uh, plays white noise only.

I use to remove
distractions

when I converse
with nature.

Well, I can fix this
to call my friends.

It is my husband Mikael's,

but he won't mind.

What you need is yours.

(chuckling):
Oh, thank you.

The sub is two minutes
from the pipeline.

Guys, I need an update.

We're going
as fast as we can.

It's dark, the
fumes are terrible,

and we can barely see
where we're going.

(both scream)

(both grunt)

You guys okay?

Happy?!
Yeah, we're fine.

Dirty, but fine.

Look for the hexagonal
13-C seal.

Put the magnets along that seam.

I found it.

Sonar's picked up mass readings
of the magnetic field.

It's working,
but you guys have to hurry.

TOBY:
Really hurry!

In a few minutes,
the pipeline's

diagnostic is over

and you are gonna drown
in liquid dinosaur.

(muttering):
Hmm, let's go up here.

(radio warbling,
static crackling)

♪ ♪

Thank you, Bilyana.

Oh, you have done so much
in so little time.

It's so peaceful here.

You know, I work really...

I really work better
in a more calm environment.

Where I work, everyone
is so mad at each other.

I really envy you
and your husband's solitude.

(chuckles)

You see, Mikael?

We got it so good,
even American is envious.

Oh, that is Mikael?

A... ficus?

Yes.

Well, I hate to radio and run,

but I-I just need to reset
this crank

so I can get a call
up to my pilot.

It's time to finish
our drive.

Thank you for your help.

Shall we?

(clanking)

Okay, that's the last of them--
is that enough, Walter?

The magnetic field is strong,

and the sub's already
entered it.

But it won't disrupt
the hackers' signal

unless there is
an electric current

running through it,
so get out.

Now.

Sub's halfway through the field.
Toby, get the current ready.

I'm holding old Sparky
as I speak.

You drop that wire while Paige
and Happy are still inside,

the current's gonna ignite
that residual oil,

and they will be burned alive!

Hey, Tim, I'm a genius.

I know how fuel
and electricity work.

(grunts, gasps)

Move it!

I can't help it if I'm not
wearing men's combat boots.

They're called
steel-toed work boots,

and they're headed for your butt
if you don't grab my hand!

(grunting)

TOBY:
Guys!

Give or take 20 seconds,
and you're covered in oil!

Not in the fun,
bikini-wrestling way!

The sub's almost
out of the field.

We're losing our window
to regain control of the vessel.

(both grunting)

Run!

You have ten seconds!
Where the hell are you guys?

Right here!

Light it up!

(electrical humming)

PAIGE:
We dropped the wire!

The magnetic field

is perfectly charged.

But the sub's
past through range.

We missed it by seconds.

BRADEN:
Confirmed.

But I still don't have control

over my ship.

TOBY:
Uh, Walt,

remember when you tried
to screw with the signal

from the Pentagon office
and they destroyed a high-rise?

What do you think
they'll do now?

(alarm blaring)
Sounds like retaliate.

What you hear

is a nuclear missile going
into launch prep sequence.

The hackers are
launching a warhead?

It's more peacocking.

They're showing buyers
the full extent

of what they'll do if anyone
tries to screw with 'em

like we just did.

Preliminary data
guarantees a strike

on the continental
United States.

Cabe, we've got countdown
on a missile

that travels
14,000 miles per hour,

and the only way to stop it is
you getting to those hackers

and snuffing the signal
that's controlling all of this.

I'm driving
a two-cylinder lawn mower,

and I've got it floored,

and we're still a few minutes
from the theater.

(alarm blaring)
That's gonna be a problem

'cause this missile launches
in less than three minutes.

And I just ran the coordinates.

It's headed for Cody, Wyoming.

TOBY:
Population 10,000.

Hackers made
a very strategic choice:

demonstrate
their destructive ability

without completely
crippling the country.

Because crippling
the country is what they're

going to be selling
for billions.

We're looking at a blast radius
of three miles,

immediately vaporizing
all of Cody's residents.

With the fallout
affecting millions.

I can assure you none of that
is going to happen.

The missiles won't fire

because we can manually
disengage our reactor,

causing the sub to sink.

The missile can't fire
without power.

And your ship can't resurface,
and you and your men die.

BRADEN: There's only 110 of us.
It's a good trade.

Sir, you can't do that.

You're only in this situation

because I slipped on the incline

and we didn't get the wire
on the pipe in time.

Walter, it is my fault.

BRADEN:
It's what we signed up for

when we volunteered, ma'am.
WALTER: No, no, Captain.

I understand the greater-good
concept better than anyone,

but you're not
thinking logically.

With respect,
we can find a way...

He's thinking
like a military leader.

I only want to hear
from geniuses at this moment.

What? Cabe and I
are the only ones

that understand
this situation, Walter.

PAIGE:
Hey!

If we want to stop America
from attacking itself,

we need to stop
attacking each other.

So shut up and grow up

because we have about a minute
to save 110 sailors

and over 10,000 people
before that missile takes off.

BRADEN:
Negative.

Our duty is to protect

our nation's citizens,
and I'm about to see it through.

Captain, you also have
a duty to your crew.

And if you sacrifice their lives
without getting all the facts,

then you've failed
them as a leader!

If my team says
they can pull it off,

they can pull it off.

From one military man
to another, trust us.

And it will require
a lot of trust,

because I have a solution.

But for it to work, the first
thing you need to do, Captain,

is allow that nuclear missile
to launch.

I'm sorry, Walter.
I-I thought I just heard you say

that we should
let the missile launch.

Yes! Now, the nuke travels
so fast that within seconds,

it'll be so far away
from the sub

that the sub's computer system
will no longer control it.

Then the missile's own
computer GPS kicks in.

And Walter can hack that system.

I'll redirect the GPS

and send it to a deep ocean
trench with soft silt,

where it will settle
without detonating.

That would be the Tongo Trench

in the South Pacific.

They have less than 30 seconds
to launch.

You better be sure about this,
Mr. O'Brien.

HAPPY:
From launch to impact in Cody

is about 3.8 minutes.

And once I start messing around
with the missile's GPS,

the hackers will see what I'm
doing and then try and stop us,

so whoever hacks
the fastest wins.

It's our only option.

TIM: Speaking of hackers,
we're here.

WALTER: The servers need
to be kept cool

so the top floors
are easy to ventilate.

Countdown to launch.

In five...

four...

three...

two... Launch.

(rocket whooshing)

I'm into the missile's GPS.

If the hackers are watching,
they'll see pretty quickly.

Uh, they're in.
They're rewriting my code

as soon as I finish.

Well, don't let them.

Not that easy.

Their advantage is

they already hacked
the sub's platform codes,

which are also
in the missile.

It's like they have an 80-yard
head start in a 100-yard dash.

Man, why do we always have
to suck at sports?

They're setting up
a permanent blocking program

that'll stop me
from redirecting the missile.

WALTER:
I can't stop them.

Best I can do
is set up some roadblocks

that'll slow them down
until Cabe gets them.

Clear.
WALTER: Cabe?

Closing in on them now.
WALTER: Hurry!

The nuke detonates over Cody
in 150 seconds.

Right now,
they're finishing a code

that guarantees
a nuclear strike.

I'm watching their work
as I speak.

I'm barely slowing them down.

Cabe, I'm throwing
every hurdle I can

at them-- they're just
an entry key away

from countless people dying.

(chuckles)

(gunshot)

On the ground!

Hands behind
your head.

You don't move,
I won't shoot you.

CABE:
Okay, Walter,

we disconnected their signal
analog style.

Do your thing.

Great work, Cabe.

Entering the coordinates.

Missile redirected.

BRADEN:
This is Captain Braden.

Happy to report we have
full control over the vessel,

and all readings show
our missile is headed directly

to the Tongo Trench.

Okay, Tim and I will pick Sly up
from dinner,

and we're on our way home.

Man, we're all
sweating it out here,

and Sly gets to gamble
and have a fancy dinner?

Love to trade places
with that guy.

American Westerns

always let the hero
say last words.

(cocks gun)

But this is not movie.

That's okay.
All I was gonna say is "duck."

Hmm?

(whooshing)

(laughing)

(laughs)

In American Westerns,

the hero sometimes tells
the bad guys

to try their luck.

But this isn't a movie.

I already racked it.

Oh, I thought I...

I thought I could... you know...

No. It's racked.

(clearing throat): Okay, well I thought
it was going to be cool, so...

BRUCE:
Big guy.

Oh, thank God.
Here, please, please,

please, take this from me.
Okay, all right.

Okay.
Time to say good-bye.

How did you find out
where I was?

Someone named Mikael contacted

the plane's radio,
left coordinates in the woods,

I picked up the car,
followed you here.

Feels good to have completed
a real mission.

You said it was
Mikael who called?

Oh, yeah. Funny fella.

Sounded like a girl.

- Let's go find your friends.
- Okay. Sounds good.

♪ You think that you're wise ♪

♪ And you're really all alone ♪

♪ When it comes to love
that willing ♪

♪ Oh, oh, you don't know ♪

(voice mail beeps)
You have one new message.

MAN:
Hello, Ms. Dineen.

This is
the Tahoe Crystal Lake Resort.

We're sorry your stay with us
was cut short,

but we'd like to offer you...

(voice mail clicks off,
door opens)

SYLVESTER:
Everybody!

I got Papa Carpinni's.

I got lasagna, eggplant parm,
chicken parm.

Cabe and Tim
are debriefing Homeland.

They should be back soon.

Oh, nobody touch
Cabe's garlic bread.

You know how he gets, right?

♪ I know how it is
to lose at love... ♪

You know, the reason
I love Papa Carpinni's

is because they serve
their food family style.

And anyone who isn't
willing to accept

the family-style arrangements
at Scorpion

doesn't get to eat...
(snapping fingers)

the family-style
offerings.

Which is a shame,

because in my experience,
family style

has a lot of great benefits.

We get it.

Your analogy is as heavy-handed

as Toby's aluminum ball speech.

Let's just eat.

No.

It's been so tense around here

that I wanted to leave
you people

for the first time
in my life.

And when I did,
I got so far away,

I was in the
middle of nowhere,

and you know
what I learned?

Being alone sucks.

You wind up
talking to plants.

And you guys are acting

mad and-and weird

around each other.

And it's different.

And I hate it.

So... no.

Nobody gets any food
until I hear it.

I'm willing to
eat family style.

Toby? Are you willing to eat
family style?

Is this the whole family?

Like, you, me and your husband?

Toby.
See?

Fine. I can eat family style.

But it's got to be
a family of two.

I promise I will fix
my situation.

Actually, I'm not
that hungry.

All right.

Papa Carpinni's.

You better not have messed
with my garlic bread.

Hey.
Glad you guys are home again.

Good to be home.

Minute to talk?

Sure.

So, uh, earlier today,

Tim wanted to knock
your head off.

And I stood up for you,

not because you're right,

but because I care for you,

and I know how bad
it hurts to lose

a woman you have
feelings for.

Paige and I are only...

Stop it, son.

In this area,
I'm substantially

smarter than you are.

At the end of the day,

Paige is an amazing person.

Agreed.

And you messed
with her life.

You pulled pranks to disrupt
her relationship with Tim.

That's high school nonsense.

Yeah, it wasn't
my finest moment.

It hurts me to
tell you this,

but you like facts,
so here it is:

She deserves more than
you're capable of giving her

at this stage in your life.

I thought you cared for me.

And that's why I'm
telling you this.

You're not fully formed yet.

You're almost there,
but you're half-baked.

And for you to try
to go to win the love

of a woman like Paige
before you're ready

is selfish and wrong.

And it's not fair to her.

(sighs)

I'm concerned that
if I wait too long...

Uh, I've waited too long.

Yep.
You could lose her,

but it's not about you.

It's about Paige.

It's about the whole team.

It's about Ralph.

These are real stakes, son.

Uh, Tim.

I-I know you wanted

to talk with me,

but I think I can
save us both time.

I'm sorry for what I did.

I won't cause
any future problems.

Really?

Okay.

Thank you.

Okay.

Hey, Tim...
you want a plate?

Uh, no. I'm good.
Thank you.

Uh, Paige and I are actually
gonna go pick up Ralph,

and then go to
Betty's Restaurant.

Apple juice for the kid,
live jazz for us.

Ah, I'm pooped.

I'm gonna take my pasta home.

Sly, I can give
you a lift.

Walter destroyed
my ride, so...

I guess we'll take
the company car.

Cabe, I picked up,
so you can clean up.

HAPPY:
I'm going, too.

I'll see you
guys tomorrow.

Have a good night, Walter.

Yeah, uh, you, too.

(door closes)

WOMAN:
Hello. How may I help you?

Yes, hello.
Uh, Health Department?

Yeah, I would like
to make a complaint

about Betty's Restaurant.

(sighs)

Sir? Are you still there?

Yeah, you know, uh,
I made a mistake.

Sorry.

(sighs)

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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