All language subtitles for SCORPION - S03 E08 - Sly and the Family Stone (720p - Web-DL)

Previously on scorpion...
I want to know who this fella is.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Sylvester.

What kind of man are you?

The kind of man that's been

caring for your daughter.

Cabe, you need a place to crash

for a couple weeks, right?

As of now,
happy's apartment has a vacancy.

I am running for
the 16th district

alderman of west altadenia in
the local upcoming election.

Mr. o'brien, welcome to America.

Happy and i can get married.

I'm not pregnant.

Sylvester: Caitlin,
Megan, Molly,

cousin Ian,

uncle Tobin, uncle Sean,

great grandpa Sean,
Sean the third.

There's a familiar sourpuss.

I have all the names down.

So, I'll know everyone on sight,

so we can dive into this pattern
day ceremony without any...

Pesky social awkwardness?

You are brimming

with anxiety. I'm trying to make

a good impression.

These people are my relations.

By marriage.
They're mine by blood.

And-and trust me,
you're expending

great effort and
energy on people

who may not return the favor.

Blessing Megan's cenotaph

is-is special.

This pattern day
i-is important to me.

Cabe: Not clear why they call it

pattern day.

Patterned after what?

Pattern is a corruption
of the word "patron,"

as in "patron Saint."

You could Google it.

I like to practice
my human interaction.

(Whispers): It's
a valuable skill.

Walter: Blessing a rock

with Megan's name on it...
It's-it's not special.

She's not even there.
She's in space.

A cenotaph

is a lovely remembrance.

It's an honor

to be invited.

I couldn't agree more.

And since sly's
obviously nervous,

why don't you help
him out a little.

Give him a rundown
of what to expect.

Okay.

So, you can expect my
father to be my father;

my mother, the same; And then

my uncle Tobin,
my mother's brother,

he will snort at you and
grumble about the war.

Which war is anyone's guess.

And then Thomas and Conner,

my childhood
neighbors, are unlikely

to have changed from
their formative years,

which were spent perfecting

the wedgie and the... sweaty.

Never heard of a "sweaty."

Yeah, you don't want to be
on the receiving end of one.

Walter: I will wager that

Tim is the one who's most
likely to be embraced.

Why me?

Because to some,
the ability to lug

multiple grain sacks from a
storm cellar is impressive.

Knowing pi to the
34th place is not.

You have seen your
parents since Megan died,

and they watched you do
amazing things that day.

Maybe they passed it
along to the family.

Doubtful.

N-now, I'm busy.

Excuse me.

I am developing

a revolutionary app.

It maps items in a grocery store

and it cuts down
annual shopping time

by half, so that averages

to 26 hours a year per adult.

It's efficiency.

Tim: Yeah, when I want
something at a grocery store,

I usually just ask
someone who works there.

Yeah, but with this,
you won't have to talk...

To anyone.

Right.

This is what happens when
you don't interact enough.

Is this what you
were referring to

by the psychiatrics
rule of three?

Explain.

Well, when issues arise,

first time it's a concern,

second time it's a problem,
third time it's a pattern.

Walter created

a canoe-shaped hot dog,
a heavy lead hat for children...

My vertebrae are
still throbbing.

And now software that is easily
outwitted by your average

stock clerk.

So flustered that Paige chose

a regular guy that he's trying

to solve regular guy problems

to prove he's regular, too,

but he's flailing. Bad.

He needs to realize that
Tim's not a bad person.

Then maybe he'll relax.

Exactly.

You know,
if Walt actually liked Tim,

saw in him what Paige saw,

he'd realize that she
made the logical choice

and he'd stop trying to win her.

Problem is...

Walter and Tim,
they-they kind of hate each other.

No, no, they don't need to
actually like each other.

They just need to
act like they do,

and the mind'll take
care of the rest.

But how do we get them
to act like friends?

Friends have things in common.

What's the one thing
they both like?

My mom.

Hey, Tim,
my mom's worried without protection

Walter may face further
abuse in Ireland.

Like sweaties.

And you want me to protect him?

It would comfort mom.

Walter's mental
health is Paramount

to a well-functioning scorpion.

And no one will bother him

if he's hanging out
with a Navy seal.

(Chuckles softly)

That is true.

So, Tim's homeland
qualification exam

is coming up.

And there is a logic and
problem-solving portion.

If he fails,
he could get bounced from scorpion.

I'm not sure I'd shed a tear.

But Paige would.

I mean, their relationship
will fade over time,

but if it's prematurely
torn in two,

the mind categorizes
it as unrequited.

"What could have been"
can just linger forever,

along with a
resentment against you,

if she believes you could've
prevented the heartbreak.

How do I help him out?

Pal around with him in Ireland.

If you see an opportunity
to coach him in logic,

statistics or
efficiency quotients,

answer him like
you're his friend.

Not for him. For Paige.

Time to boogie if we're
gonna make that flight.

Ralph, get your backpack.

We're gonna drop you on the way.

I don't get why I need a sitter.

So you don't blow
up a city block.

You left without
taking this again.

You two enjoy your
chelation treatment.

Yeah, fun. I'm hooked up to an I.V.
Draining cadmium

from my body.

I wish I'd never tried to
make those solar panels.

All I got to show for
it is a false pregnancy,

heavy metals in my blood

and a missed trip to Ireland.

It's bacon, ham and sausage?

That's a lot of pig.

He makes me one every morning.

It's a heart-attack-wich.

I can't wait for his house

to get fixed up
and he can go home.

Just hanging around him,
i feel like I'm getting older.

This morning,
I asked where my dungarees were.

In a week,
you'll call them slacks.

Cut him loose.

He's been alone for 20 years.

He's desperate for company.

Last night,
we played cribbage until midnight.

My baby's got a heart of gold.

(Shouts)

My subclavicular nerve ending.

Just shut up and clean my blood.

(Sheep bleating)

Oh, here they are.

All right, here we are.

Sean: Oh, there he is!

(Laughs)

Sylvester, wonderful to see you.

It's been too long.
Too, too long.

What a pleasure, Sean.

And Louise,
you're as beautiful as ever.

(Chuckles) Ah,
you're the sweetest boy alive.

He says that to me every
time we video chat.

Walter. Mother.

Father.

Good to see you.

So, you stay in touch with them?

Occasionally.

They're family.

Tobin: Well...

There's a mad bastard
if I've ever seen one.

Oh, here it comes.
"The damned war."

There's no way

you beat this ancient grenadier

at words with friends
unless you cheated.

How else would a man
know how to spell

"opacifying"?

Well, it's easy if you've
memorized the dictionary.

I wished I lived
in west altadenia.

I'd vote for ya, alderman.

(Chuckling) Thank you.

He's friends with all of them.
(Laughs) He seemed

to, uh,
reach out and make an effort.

Sean: Good.

Well,
honored to have you all here.

Enjoy yourselves.

We'll be, uh, we'll be starting
the pattern day observance soon.

Sylvester, you might want
to peel away there first

and take a look at the
condensation catcher

we built after you
sent us that article.

What's this?

It's provided the farm
with much needed water.

We're in the middle
of a year-long drought

and now a heat wave.

Absolutely... which I predicted.

A-and I sent you plans
for a condensation catcher

three years ago.

Did you?

Well.

Come on, Sylvester.
It's just around here.

Around here.

Nothing has changed.

Thomas: Ah! Wally, old boy.

Listen, we've got a real
head-scratcher here for you.

Paige, this is, uh,
Thomas and Connor.

They were my neighbors.
I'm sorry, fellas,

it's been a long flight.
Just a quick one.

What's eight million
times eight million?

64 trillion.

The walking brain does it again!

And what about the platonic
number for antonium?

There's no such
thing as antonium.

There's antimony and actinium,

and they're not platonic
numbers, they're atomic.

"Platonic" means it's friendly.

You calling your
old pal an idiot?

Why don't you just
answer the question.

You're walking into their trap.

I'll answer your questions

if you answer mine first.

So, if Thomas can pick up 20
pounds of potatoes an hour,

then how many hours will it take

before he's passed
out at the Duke pub?

He's the same arrogant
jerk as when he was nine.

Come on.

Walter...

Hey, you know what, I, uh...

I'll go talk to him.

Really?

Yeah. Oh. Okay.

Yeah, that'd be great.

You're pretty good at that.

Conservation of momentum
dictates that as the stone

enters the water and
pushes it downwards,

the stone is forced upwards.

Huh.

I come here to get away from
problems like Thomas and Connor.

That's why I'm so good at this.

I get what you're dealing with.

I've got experience
with bullying myself.

Really?

Absolutely.

People have a tendency
to fall into old patterns

when they go home.

Look, I'll tell you what,

the rest of this trip,
I'll get your back.

It might force, uh,
Thomas and Connor

to give you a
little bit of space.

Walter, hey, what...
What are you staring at?

Dead fish.

They old friends of
yours or something?

(Chuckles)

That was a joke.

No, there are a
number of dead fish,

and the water's bubbling
there and there.

Does it seem cooler by
the lake than normal?

Co2's coming off the lake.

Walter.

Hey!

For our new friends,
it's tradition

that the procession
carries the statue

of St. Charles of mount argus
from the church to the cemetery,

where we honor the dead.

Louise: And where
we'll dedicate.

Megan's cenotaph.

Sean: The procession adds
parishioners as it passes by,

and it'll be coming
around to us soon, so...

If you could all
get ready to leave.

Have some soda bread
before we hit the path.

Father Paul is a lovely man,

but he'll talk your ears off,

and I don't want you to starve.

Everyone, stop!

What? What's wrong?

The lake's about to explode.

(Laughter)

That's a new one.

What are you saying, Walter?

The top water layer is so hot,

and the bottom layer
is so much cooler

that carbon dioxide
is collecting

at dangerous levels at
the bed of the lake.

It's like a...
A shaken can of soda.

So if anything
disrupts the lake...

A motor, a landslide,
heavy rain...

Then the gas will
rush to the top,

and the lake will explode.

And that will send
out a deadly cloud

of carbon dioxide the
size of a football field.

So anyone in its path could die,
could be knocked unconscious,

could suffer severe
brain damage.

Is that like the size of
an American football field,

or like a proper...
Proper football pitch?

(Laughter) Paige: Hold on.
Hold on.

When is this happening?

I can't be exactly
certain, but soon.

More or less certain
than the time you said

the village would be
struck by an asteroid?

An asteroid did
strike, just in Perth.

He also swore up and
down about an earthquake.

That happened, too.
In Sri Lanka.

I was ten.
My calculations were off.

They're not off now.

Well,
then I guess we're all gonna be

having a drink with Davy
Jones, aren't we?

(Laughter)

I'm trying to save your lives.

I'll stop the lake from
erupting without you.

(Door closes)

This is good soda bread.

Paige: Holy crap!

You have to see this.

Paige: This is a
lake in Tanzania.

That's gonna happen here?

That's what Walter says.

Map of the town!

All right.

So, we have to tackle
this from two angles.

The first, alleviating the
pressure of the carbon dioxide

at the bottom of the lake.

Second,
preparing for the possibility

that we fail; But to do that,

I will need wind
speed and direction.

Sure hope this first grade
science project saves us.

Readings from your
party cup wind meter.

Sylvester: 30 rotations
over 15 seconds.

Approximate wind velocity:
Eight miles an hour.

Approximate wind
direction: Southwest.

Okay, then this would be the
path of a deadly co2 cloud

within ten minutes of eruption,

and intersecting with the
pattern day procession

at Finn's ravine.

This would kill everyone.

Paige, sly,
get to that procession.

Paige: The one where

you just said
everyone could die?

You need to convince them all to
direct the route further north.

What if they don't listen to us?
They didn't listen to you.

They've taken a shine to you.
Now, remember,

they don't believe that the
lake's about to explode,

so tell them something good.

Oh, boy.

Walter: So that leaves us

to find a way to
off-gas the lake.

Cabe: We're all ears, Walt.

We need a giant straw

to suck the carbon dioxide
from the bottom of the lake.

Steel piping do it?
There's a plumber's truck back there.

Thomas and Connor's.
That will work.

On it.

Okay, cabe,
you need to find a boat

to haul it to the center of the lake...
and no engines.

A propeller could
disrupt the co2 layer

and cause an eruption.

Good to know.

(Grunts) Sorry, fellas.

Okay.

Condensation catcher.

This was my idea.

What's the scoop, kitten?

It's 4:30.

I am on cabe time,
so I can't sleep past 4:00.

Silver lining is that i
get a lot of work done,

including finalizing my divorce.

Really?

Which means we can
get married asap.

I've already booked an
appointment at the courthouse,

so by nightfall,
we will be woman and husband.

Wow, that's, uh...

Wow!

(Cell phone ringing)

This is Dr. Curtis. Speak.

Toby, a heat wave has prevented
the carbon dioxide from

turning over in nearby
Clementine lake.

Now, it's about to erupt,
and I need happy's help

in building a system
to off-gas the lake

and prevent limnic eruption.

Who is this?

Toby, I need...
I need weather satellite temperatures

of this lake immediately.

So your family trip's going
kind of how you imagined.

Not now!

Okay, piping is all connected.
What's next?

We need something for ballast

while we bolt down
the engineering.

How 'bout an inner tube?
That's a great idea.

Nice, Tim.

Sounds like you boys are
getting on like gangbusters.

We're fine. Happy?

Now you need a valve to modulate

the amount of carbon
dioxide saturated water

you pull to the surface.

Too little,
and the lake will still erupt.

Too much,
and you'll cause an eruption.

Give me the pipe specs.

Uh, generic steel piping.

12 inches in diameter,
about 60 feet in length.

You need fishing line that
runs the length of the pipe

tied to something that will
act as a flapper valve.

Uh... toilet seat?

It'll do.

Toby: I'm in the Irish

national weather satellite.

I'm assuming red thermal
imaging for lake temps is bad?

Very.

That thing's a powder keg

waiting for you
to light the fuse.

Cabe,
where are you with that boat?

On my way.

The only boat I could
get is a little slow.

(Pedals squeaking)

Father,
I just feel that a different path

would be so poignant

considering how
important today is.

Listen, son, I've told you once,

I'm not changing tradition.

Especially not for some
American's first pattern day.

Now, get in line.

How'd it go?

The priest hates me.

Then go over his head.
Talk to the crowd.

I can't. I have anxiety
about addressing crowds.

How do you expect to
run for public office

if you can't address a crowd?

Think of it this way.

Saving everyone's life here

will be good practice for
saving your comic book store.

Excuse me, everybody, please.

Wait.

Attention. Everybody...

Attention, Irish friends.

First of all,

thank you all so much
for letting me be a part

of today's beautiful ceremonies.

Now, I know

this is against tradition,

but I was wondering
if, instead of going

down through the ravine,
we could change directions

and go north,

towards Megan's
elementary school?

She was so fond of
it, and I would like

to learn and see as much as
i can of her before I leave.

Priest: We follow the path
we've walked for generations.

Now, get back in line and...

Respectfully, father,
he's Megan's husband.

And he was there for
her when she needed him.

And the least we can do is
go a bit out of our way.

(Quietly): Well,
that's a bloody good one.

Bloody Americans. (Mutters)

That was easy.

All you had to do was lie

and be emotionally manipulative.

You're a natural politician.

Toby: All right, guys,
i got your cell GPS signal

layered over the
satellite image.

I can track your progress.

We'll give you the heads
up when you're in the zone

to lower the pressure pipe.

Walter: Left,
right, left, right,

left, right...
You see, Tim, synchronization

is the key to efficiency.

It's worth remembering.

Yeah. Thanks.

Hey, since we have a minute,

Paige's job is to keep
us emotionally on track,

and our commitment to each
other is a real testament

to her hard work.

If she wasn't invited
to the wedding,

she might feel slighted.

Postpones us a
day, but whatever.

And if Paige is coming,

we could have a jealousy
issue unless we invite

sly, Walt, cabe, Ralph.

If they want to schlep
to the courthouse, fine.

And if they're coming,
then we should...

Guys! You're in the hot zone.

(Grunts)

No, no, no, no!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Tim, what are you doing?!

What?
She said we were in the zone.

The hot zone, not the drop zone.

Well, in the military,
"in the hot zone" means go time.

We're not in the military,

we're in a lake
with a swan boat.

Not good.

Okay, since the pipe is
impossible to retrieve,

efficiency dictates that
we start our work now.

The water should be deep enough

that our plan will still work.

Now that our straw's in place,

we need to create suction.

To do that,
we first have to deflate the bladder.

How do we do that?

Jump on it.

Okay.

(Grunts)

(Air sputtering)

(Air sputtering in distance)

Don't feel bad, son.

Her soda bread gets to everyone.

All right, off the bladder.

(Grunts)

Now we wait?

The bladder will draw the co2
rich water up through the pipe.

The pressure of the gas
below will keep it flowing,

like a geyser.

And redistribute the
gas-pressurized water

so the lake won't explode.

Exactly.

Should be very soon.

It better be.

If somehow, I'm actually wrong,

like I was with the asteroid
and the earthquake...

You were just a kid.

Wish we'd dropped the device
in the proper part of the lake.

Walt.
Tim: Come on, give me a break.

All day long,
all you've been talking about

is problem solving
and efficiency.

I was just trying
to be efficient.

This is the last time

I do you a favor.

Go ahead and fail
your homeland exam.

What homeland exam?

Guys! Focus on the plan.

Toby told me to help you
with a non-existent test?

Ralph asked me to pal
around with you in Ireland.

It was a little parent trapping.

Trying to create

some peace in the garage.

Why in the hell would you
think that I need help

with problem solving
and efficiency anyway?

I've built Bridges over ravines
in kandahar in the middle

of a battle zone.
I'm a trained seal.

And yet you believed some,
what, half-baked lie from Toby?

That's how little
you think of me?

I guess so.

But since we were both duped,

perhaps this could be a
detente to the sniping.

Yeah, sure, whatever.

A little dishonesty
never killed anyone.

We will discuss this, Toby.
Yes, we will.

(Rumbling) Tim: Uh, guys,

is this a good or a bad thing?

Yeah, it's good, it's good.

We've built a highway
to allow the water

from deeper part of the
lake to get to the top.

Guys, don't break out
the cigars just yet.

I'm getting temp readings
showing the hot zone

getting hotter, not cooler.

My bet,
you're drawing carbon dioxide

out of the lake too fast,

and it's exciting the
rest of the gas pool.

You need to slow the water
or the lake will explode.

That's why you put
in the flapper valve.

Pull it!

Walter: Shutting
the flapper valve.

Come on!

The valve's stuck!

Shut the valve, Walt.

I think we're looking
at a major problem!

Walter: It's gone slack!

Come on!

(Groans)

Seaweed.

This would not
have been an issue

if we were at the
deeper part of the lake.

Come on, give me a break!

And that's the end of
our peaceful garage.

(Rumbling)

It's gonna be the
end of more than that

if we don't get the
hell out of here!

(Rumbling continues)

Oh, boy.

Everybody in one piece? Yeah.

Ah, there goes my deposit.

Guys, what I just heard

over my comms did
not sound good.

Is there a deadly
cloud in the air?

Tim: Not one that we can see.

Carbon dioxide is
invisible to the naked eye.

You need thermal imaging.

Happy? It is not good.

We are looking at the
Godzilla of gas clouds.

Toby: But it's not heading
towards you, Walter.

Wind direction has shifted
from west to northeast.

Walter: I put them
in harm's way.

They would have been
safe in Finn's ravine.

Yeah, it's heading
right for the cemetery.

Sylvester: You mean the
cemetery we're about to go into?

This cemetery?

How long do we have?

15 minutes, unless the wind picks
up, which it may.

Do you guys have any good news?

Yeah, if you die,
you'll be conveniently located.

Get everyone the
hell out of there!

Pardon me, father?

Sylvester dodd, hi.

Walter: We'll drive to you
now to evacuate the infirm,

but we have to get the rest
of the town to run south.

We'll be there as
soon as we can,

but we have to drive
around the cloud.

Getting you a route now.

Tim: Why not drive through
it, hold our breath?

There's a seal
technique where...

The Van's engine would choke

on the carbon dioxide.

It would seep in and we'd
choke, too.

Okay,
I'm just throwing out ideas.

If I need something heavy
moved, you're our guy.

Now can you get me a bottle,
some tubing and a funnel?

You know what, Walter?

Hey, hey, hey... It's all right.

So because of this deadly cloud,

we need to evacuate the
cemetery immediately.

Because the lake exploded?

Wish I could have seen that.

It would certainly make this
story easier to believe.

Listen, we need to go south,
like, ten minutes ago.

Everybody, come on.

Paige: Come on.

(Crowd murmuring)

You guys, you need to
take this more seriously.

Like when we redirected
from Finn's ravine.

But that was you asking, dear.

This is from Walter,
and his theories are so...

You know.

I haven't missed a
pattern day in my life,

and I'm not starting today.

Connor: We've got people
to pay our respects to,

like Megan.

But do you understand you
will asphyxiate and die?

Next year,
i will be spending pattern day

for all of you,
if you do not follow me!

Yeah. Let's go.

Pardon me. Pardon me.

(Vehicle approaching)

That's our Van.

What the hell's he done to it?

I will kill the brainiac.

Oh, great, you're still here.

As I suspected.

Sean: Walter,

all we can see

are bright red roses
against a crystal blue sky.

So can we drop all this nonsense

about a cloud

and pay our respects
to your sister?

If she were here,
she would listen to me

and she'd want me to do
everything that I can

to save this town!

Save them from what?

Is that a molotov cocktail?

Have you gone insane?

Tobin: The land's a tinder
box from the drought.

You'll burn down the village!

The carbon dioxide will

disperse the oxygen and
extinguish the flame,

proving that it exists!

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

(Crowd gasping)

Tobin: Our family land!

You'll scorch it to ashes!

Okay, kid.

When's the cloud gonna
put out the flame?

Well,
it should have already by now.

Walter, what do we do now?

You pompous son of a bitch,

I'm gonna leave you here
with the rest of the dead!

Hey, hey, hey... Hey, hey, look!

Look, look!

It's starting to Peter out.

We need to start evacuating.

Happy: Walt, it's too late.

The wind picked up and
the cloud is now covering

the only road leading to
and from the cemetery.

If you go to it,
you will choke and die.

Cabe: Let's just run
as fast as we can

in the opposite direction.
Come on!

We can't.

Cemetery backs up to a quarry.

It's a dead end.

There's no escape.

Keep moving! We've created,
at best, a 1,200-yard head start.

Which, by my calculations,
gives us five minutes

until the cloud is upon us!

They're exhausted.
I don't think they can keep going.

Even if they could,
it wouldn't matter.

Walter: Okay,
so if we can't run from the cloud,

then we have to neutralize it.

Sylvester: If only
we had magnesium.

That would react

with the carbon dioxide
and turn it into oxygen.

Cabe: Guessing we'll need more

than the magnesium in
my chewable vitamins.

Bright red roses.

Father, do you put
epsom salts in the soil?

Of course. It makes for larger
blossoms and brighter colors.

I'm guessing epsom salts
are made of magnesium?

Magnesium sulfide.

I have several bags in the shed.

Lead the way, padre!

Walter, new problem: Based
on the size of the cloud,

we need at least 100
pounds of epsom salts,

and then we need to deliver
it to the center of the cloud.

If we hit the edge,

the carbon dioxide will just roll over
it, unaffected.

I know we can't
run the epsom salts

into a cloud,
but can we just hold our breath

and-and run it in?

Toby: Unless you're
Oskar svendsen,

Norwegian wunderkind
cyclist, no bueno.

It's impossible based
on your vo2 Max,

your volume of Max oxygen.

No one can hold their
breath long enough because

of the energy required to carry
100 pounds of epsom salts.

Then take this.

Can you and your friends use
my tank to save the village?

Thomas: Are you having me on?

You will die without that.

Better me than the village.

Toby: That would work, Walter.

It's not ideal.

No, there-there has
to be a better way.

Are you serious?

You're gonna take
this man's oxygen

for another one of
your crazy ideas?

How would you propose that we
get the salt there, Thomas?

Do you have any notions?
Tim: Actually, I got an idea.

Tim, please,
I'm trying to think.

Paige: Walter, you need

something heavy moved.

Tim's expertise,

remember?

During Navy seal training,

they taught us a technique
to hold our breath.

Intentionally hyperventilate,

then take a breath
of pure oxygen.

So you flush out
the co2 in your body

and then you preload it
with unconverted oxygen.

Yeah. End result being

you can hold your breath
for minutes longer.

After the initial breath,

you won't need uncle
Tobin's oxygen tank.

Toby: Guys,
I hate to rain on your parade,

but a few additional minutes
isn't gonna be enough time

for you to deliver 100
pounds of epsom salts

to the center of the
cloud and get back.

It's a one-way trip, timbo.

Not if we split the burden.

I'm going with you.

Sylvester: I just did the math.

It could work.

Okay. I'll get us set up.

Happy: Good,
'cause the cloud is now entering

the cemetery,
and I don't think it's there

to pay its respects.

I don't want to be back
here next pattern day

to remember another child.

Come back safe.

Thank you.

Follow my lead.

(Breathing rapidly)

(Inhaling deeply)

(Inhaling deeply)

Be careful.

Mm, mm, mm.

That's it.

You're at the
center of the cloud.

You're in the zone.

Is it supposed to take so long?

Uh, I don't think
any of us have a clue

how long this is
supposed to take.

(Crowd gasping)

Man: What was that?!

Sylvester: It's the co2
reacting with the magnesium.

They gonna be okay?

That's another thing we really
don't have a clue about.

Guys, I think it worked!

Where's my boy?

Thanks be a million! (Laughs)

(Crowd cheering)

Man: He did it!

Hey.

Man: Way to go, Walter!

Well done, boyo. Well done.

Thomas: Aw, looks like you're

a big hero now, eh, Walter?

Oh, I'm not a hero,
but I'm glad everything worked out.

Oh, right.
Well, I guess a stopped clock

can be right twice a day, eh?

Take the high road, Walter.

Walter: You know,
I will take the high road, because

you two will have to live the
rest of your lives knowing

that the kid that you
used to torment saved you.

Oh! Paige: Remind me

to explain to you what
taking the high road means.

Connor: Pally,

for your trip back to America,

take this souvenir.

Cabe: Hey!

What the hell was that?
That guy mouthed off.

Walter: You've had
experience with bullies.

How do you get them to
stop picking on you?

Walter, I was the bully.

What? Look, I was a punk kid.

Okay? The only thing that
finally got me to stop

was getting my ass kicked.

So,
go in there and kick his ass.

(Groans)

All right, Thomas.
I suppose it's come to this.

We are gonna have a proper fight
now, Walter.

And see this?

This is a beating
you've been begging for

for years. Sean: No.

Not on pattern day.

Dad,
you don't need to protect me.

This is something
that I need to do.

Do we really have to watch this?

Think we do.

Look, aim for the liver.
Hit him there, he goes down.

Don't forget the plums.
That always works.

Tim: No.

Walt's gonna fight square.
Listen,

be patient,
watch his right shoulder.

When it moves,
duck under his hook,

punch him in the liver.

Okay. Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What about his left?

That's a jab,
that's not gonna hurt.

Not gonna hurt?

Just a jab, it's just a jab.

(Grunts, laughs)

That sounds like
someone slapping meat.

(Groans)

(Laughter)

The left does hurt.

All right, stick with the plan.

Tim: Yeah!

Brains and brawn!

Tim: Hey!

(Paige screams)

Come on.

Enough!

You should all be ashamed!

♪ ♪

Walter: We all loved her.

We have common ground.

Just not enough
to bridge the gap.

Yeah. We have to
maintain relationships

or they disappear.

(Sniffles)

♪ ♪

I'll stop trying to
make you feel dumb.

And we will stop trying
to make you feel weak.

Connor: Maybe next time,

we can all be a bit
nicer to one another.

Next time.

Sean: Safe travels, son.

Safe travels.

Thanks to you both.

It was a beautiful ceremony.

Video chat,
Saturday night at 8:00?

Absolutely. As always.

Father.

Okay, then.

I'm proud of what you did
today, son.

Stopping the cloud or the fight?

Both.

I promise to stay in
better touch from now on.

Okay.

Ready to go? Yeah.

I am really gonna miss Ireland.

Yeah.

Maybe I will, too.

♪ ♪

Where'd you get that?

In one of the boxes
cabe was storing here.

He looks like an
extra in dragnet.

I was thinking,
a rushed wedding...

That might not be
the best move for us.

You sending me a signal?

I said my divorce was finalized

and you said "meh."

And then you
postponed the wedding

by upping the guest list 4,000%.

Now, what gives?

You don't want to
marry me anymore?

Happy, happy.

I still want to marry
you, more than ever.

I just want a huge wedding.

When I was a kid,
i was actually a loser.

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

It's the greatest
accomplishment of my life.

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

So you want to show me
off like a piece of meat?

Exactly. There's dozens
of people in Brooklyn

that need some comeuppance.

It's just really not my style.

I know. (Door opens)

We're back.

Exhausted.

Sylvester: Toby, I bought you

a new Irish tweed hat,

but I'm too tired to unpack it.

Walter: Tim,
can I talk to you for a second?

You were a real credit
to the team today.

I learned I can be an
ass, and...

I'll try not to be
one in the future.

(Chuckles)

Wow, Walter, um...

Thank you.

Sure.

(Tim clears throat)

And now I have to go study
for my homeland exam.

Thank you, Walter.

Cabe: Hey,
what's this doing out?

I haven't looked
at this in years.

Toby found it.

Think he was looking
for wedding ideas.

We really went for it.

We got the big room in the vfw.

Doing the limbo.

My aunt Angie, she baked,
uh, rainbow cookies.

This was a great a day.

Looks like a happy memory.

It was the happiest
day of my life.

We going home soon, roomie?

I got you something.

Meat?

It's gammon.

That's a traditional
Irish cut of pork.

I'll fry it up for dinner?

Give me an hour to finish
the chelation treatment.

Okay.

See you soon.

You're a softy.

Be glad I am,
because that is why

you are getting
your big wedding.

Really?

If that grump can
smile at his wedding,

maybe this grump can, too.

(Groans)

Ah...

Walter.

Mm-hmm?

What's this?

Uncle Tobin told me about
the village tradition

of taking a stone from
the bottom of the lake

and giving it to a family member.
It's, uh,

supposed to symbolize that
you'd go to the depths for them.

I remember the tradition.

Megan brought you and I
together and made us brothers.

But that's not the end of it.

Toby, happy,

cabe, Paige, Ralph, e-even Tim.

They're our family.

Blood doesn't make family.

Love makes family.

Anyway...

Tobin told me nobody ever gave
you a stone from the lake.

Sly, you're my family.

Even if you hadn't
have married my sister.

In all honesty,
I didn't get the stone from the lake.

I got it from the shore.

It's the thought that counts.

Yeah. Yeah.

There was a lot of algae

and bacteria

by the shore, so i-i actually

got it from your
parents' driveway.

I got it from
outside the garage.

I was worried about
taking a stone

through customs.

It still means a lot.

(Door opens, closes)