All language subtitles for SCORPION - S03 E10 - This is the Pits (720p - Web-DL)

Previously on Scorpion...
I am running

for the 16th district alderman

of west altadenia

in the local upcoming election.

I'm your campaign manager, now.

What? Why?

'Cause I care about you, kid.

You look beautiful.

Well, thank you. I am excited

to meet your parents.

You should've taken my mom

dancing when you had the chance.

We could have been
partners forever.

Paige, just hear me out.

How does Ms.
Franklin know your name?

Her last name is not
Franklin, it's dineen.

My mother is a con woman.

A first-degree grifter.

Would you like to
meet your grandson?

I'd like that very much.

It's a true pleasure.

I want what's best
for my daughter.

And from what I can tell,

that's you.

I'm gonna help you get her back.

(Car horns honk in distance)

Mike: Those videos of
people leaning so hard

into the wind that
they're nearly horizontal?

That was me today.

I'm so glad to be out of
Chicago and back in L.A.

I missed you so much.

I can't wait to get home.

So, you want to
get crazy tonight?

Order pizza, do nothing?

(Warning beeps)

(Gasps)

(Screaming)

Mike: Beth?

Beth, are you okay?

Michael, I just crashed.

I can't get out of the car!

Just stay calm, I'll get help!

(Screaming): Help!

Help!

(Bubbling)

Paige: Just wait for it.

Wait for it.

And the swamp lord is back!

Bet you thought that
air strike took him out.

Actually, I fully expected him

to survive the air strike.

How do you not love
the swamp lord?

It was my favorite growing up.

I can't believe you found it.

Me either.

It's funny how movie night

happened to fall
on the one night.

Tim's coming home
late from San Diego.

Ralph: Sure hope they get him

with that atom blaster.

Which they won't,

because there's no such thing.
Come on.

Swamp lord just
wants to be loved.

Spoiler alert.

What? Chocolate-covered peanuts

for your popcorn? Oh, my god.

That's how I always eat
my movie popcorn. Yes!

Give me.

Thanks.

I smell a rat.

A ripe, raw rat.

He's up to something.

Hey. Mm-hmm?

What's with the
cheeseball movie?

What?

The plot is an interesting
mélange of cold war themes.

And the action isn't half bad.

Balderdash.

What? I'm trying to see

if turn of the
century exclamations

can make a comeback.

It's a small linguistics
experiment I'm doing.

Anyway, hey,

you don't even like movies.

Yes, I do. Hooey.

You've seen two.

Revenge of the
nerds, which you said

wasn't vengeful enough...
Mm-hmm.

And real genius, which you said...
wasn't.

Correct.

And now you're into
obscure horror knockoffs

which happen to be
Paige's favorite?

I'm expanding my
film repertoire.

I know poppycock when I hear it.

You're trying to win Paige.

(Door opens)

And I'm certain she's involved.

(Chuckles)

(Clapping) Yay.

Isn't that great?

He gets the girl in the end.

Implausibly.

Help me put the couch back.

Thank god for that movie.

It was practically
your babysitter

every day after school.

Nice to be reminded
how latchkey I was.

Um, you all settled
into the camper?

Yeah, it's great.

Better than a motel.

Cheaper, too.

And we're clear
that, um, this is...

Temporary.

Absolutely.

One week.

Okay.

Honey,
I love your hair like this.

Thanks. Thanks, mom.

The movie idea was excellent.

Salty/sweet worked like a charm.

Good, good.
Because she deserves a man like you.

Oh. Intellectual.

Kindhearted.

This is gonna work out great.

You seem to enjoy this process.

You guys all have your gifts.

I have one, too.

Con woman.

Persuader.

Yeah. But I'm not used to

using my gifts for good.
I kind of like it.

You know what else Paige likes?

The smell of Rosemary.

There was a bush
under her window

during the good years.

It'll bring back positive
childhood memories.

Excellent. Oh, and

when she was in middle school,
she was really into grunge.

Mm, that's odd for
someone so hygienic.

No. The music?

Think flannel.

I will.

I'll be right back.

I have to... Google something.

Huh.

Forestry brave cookies?

If I sell 50 boxes,
i get my business badge.

And how much do the braves
charge you for these?

Buy 'em for five dollars,
sell 'em for five dollars.

What kind of business
are they teaching you?

Remember when you used to
write grandma in prison

about how you wanted to spend
some quality time together?

Shh. Shh.

(Whispering): I know.
Our secret.

But how about we use that time

for grandma to help you
earn that business badge?

Mom won't go for it.
(Phone ringing)

She thinks you're a degenerate.

We'll keep our eyes peeled for
the opportunity. It knocks,

we answer.

Hello. Scorpion.

Toby: Hey, we shooting

a campaign ad or what?
How much did you raise?

$42. Of the $2,000 we need.
Total bust.

Sylvester: We just chose

the wrong enticement.

"We" meaning "you." You
said you had a handle

on what we should
sell at our social.

But... shocker...
Who knew no one wants

cayenne and cumin ice
cream from spoon & grain,

whoever the hell they are?

Lesson one: Know your market.
Sylvester: I read

that this ice cream was hip.

Hip has no place in ice cream.

Ice cream is chocolate,
vanilla and strawberry. Period.

Just let us give you the money.

No. If I can't raise $2,000,

I have no business being
alderman of west altadenia.

Guys,
a woman is trapped in her car

at the bottom of the
la brea tar pits.

We're moving out right now.
Happy: Whoa.

Exceptionally not good.

Where's the LAPD dive team?

Those guys are
masters at this stuff.

Searching for evidence
on a double homicide...

A gun dumped in
San Pedro harbor.

No divers within an hour of the
pits, the woman is

struggling for oxygen.
Fire and rescue

are stumped. They need us.

Honey, I know you have to
work, so I can watch Ralph.

All right. Uh... okay, be good.

Both of you. Walter!

Yeah, I hear you! I'm coming!

Toby: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Alice in chains!

What's with Walter in flannel?

Happy: I gave you those to use

as rags in the lab.
Why are you wearing them?

I always wear flannel.
I love fl-flannel.

I smell more rat.

Her name is Beth Reid.
She's conscious, unharmed.

She's been in there
for 30 minutes.

Have you had any communication?

She's 30 feet down,
but her phone still works.

We can video chat with her
from the command station.

I'll be in there.

Oh, what size car,
and how bad is the leaking?

Small sedan.
There's seepage around the windows.

She must be getting
dizzy as hell

from the fumes
coming off the tar.

She mentioned that, too.

She needs to seal off the
windows and the ac vents.

Based on heightened
breathing and the volume

of the interior of her car,

we've got a 40-minute window

before she runs out of oxygen.

What happened here?

Is that a car bumper?
We fixed a thermal scanner

to the crane arm to pinpoint
the location of the car.

Managed to get a hook
into the rear bumper.

The front end of the
vehicle is wedged into

a bed of tar.

Thought we could tow it out.

You can't play tug of war with the earth.
The pits are made of

high viscosity asphalt.
There's a reason

the mastodons couldn't
fight their way out.

Captain, I know you're trying,
but dropping a 60-pound hook...

(Phone chimes) Into that muck might
puncture a hole in the car and drown her.

Tim's here. I'll fill him in.

I'm gonna go check on Toby.

We need to rock the car out slowly.
We'll send

the cable down, wrap it around
the frame and slowly wiggle it.

But we need someone down
there to affix the cable.

I know the LAPD divers

are indisposed,
but did they offer up any suggestions?

Yeah. For no one to try this.

There's never been a
dive into tar before.

It's hot as hell,
eventually, the toxins

will disintegrate any
protective gear you're wearing.

You could get stuck
and never come back up.

So, in short,
diving's not an option.

Gentry: Not for
anybody on my team.

It's too dangerous.

Paige: Happy says they
won't send a robot sub in

to get better data. Because?

The bubbles are methane

and the electrical currents that
power the remote control servers

on the sub could cause an explosion.
Got it.

Wai-wait. Tim?

Are you... are you all right?

What happened in San Diego?

I failed my physical.

The mri showed that the shrapnel

has moved closer to my
spine, and, uh...

I'm out of the seals,

and I am out of the Navy,
effective immediately.

Honorable discharge.

Tim...
Look, we have a woman to save.

My back is the least of my
worries right now, so...

Okay. You're right.
Okay, but I'm...

I'm so sorry.

You're doing great, Beth.

Staying calm.
Keep looking for something

to plug the window
joints and ac vents.

(Rumbling and
creaking, Beth gasps)

Is the car moving? Am I sinking?

Sylvester: No.
It's just settling

a little. You're okay.

Remember... short breaths.
Conserve oxygen.

Everything's gonna
be hunky-dory.

Not if she doesn't
stop those leaks.

I found something.

Athletic tape for my shoulder.

Perfect!
Use it to seal all of the windows

and any other access points.

Toby: We're gonna

get you out of there, Beth.

(Quietly): Any idea how?

In 35 minutes,
she runs out of oxygen.

Sly, can't you send down an air hose?
Feed it into the car?

No. Even if we could,
it would need to be pressurized

and pressurized air in the car

would blow out the
windows and she'd drown.

Scratch the air hose.
Walter: Happy, can you

build something onto the crane
arm that would wrap the cable

around the car? In six hours.

Don't have it.
What are the odds of building

an effective immersion suit
within the next ten minutes?

Immersion suit?
Why would we need an immersion suit?

Happy: If I can raid that

fire truck and a dive shop,

I can whip something up,

but it won't last
long down there.

Going down there
is too dangerous.

I'll do it, I'll go.

No, you weigh 30
pounds more than I do.

The odds are slightly
better of someone lighter

being able to disengage
if they get stuck.

Tim: Then I'll do it.

I've got underwater
mission experience.

Tim, your back. Is fine.

Fine enough to risk
twisting wrong in that tar

and winding up paralyzed?

(Screams)

Please hurry,
I can barely breathe in here.

Okay,
sly hacked her fitness tracker,

and the car isn't the only
thing that's unstable:

So are her vitals.
We need a solution.

That's it, I'm gonna go.

Now, happy, you can direct me

where to fasten the
cabling for the car?

Walter, you go down there,
your odds of survival

are less than .01%.

It's me, or she dies.

I want everything on
the truck off the truck.

I need to see the resources
we're working with.

Beth? Beth?

Okay, you need to tell me
everything you have in the car.

I need to see what resources
we're working with.

Beth, this is Walter o'brien.

He's gonna come down there
and help get you out.

The fire chief said
no one could do that.

Walter can.
He's going to get to you,

wrap a cable around the car

so it can be rocked
free from the tar.

Okay. Mr. o'brien,

have you done this before? No.

But you know what you're doing?

Walter: I know science.
Okay, tell me

what's in the car,
we don't have time to waste.

Sun block, deodorant...

And I have a road
flare in my glove box.

Toby: Whoa, careful!

You light that,
you could blow yourself up

just from the fumes in the car.

Okay.

Gentlemen, this is
Michael, Beth's husband.

Michael! God, Beth!

Michael, I'm scared.

It's okay to be scared.

But just remember,
we have a plan.

It's a solid plan. Okay.

Walter, we need you.
Three blocks away, there's a dive shop.

We might be able to
cobble together something

for you to wear in the tar.

"Cobble together?"

That doesn't sound like
a very solid plan to me.

Believe me, we've been to space
and back with less preparation.

Michael, stay with me.

I'm right here with you, Beth.

This is it.

This is where our market
lives and breathes, okay?

Lumberjack moustaches,
rolled-up jeans...

My mom calls these
people hipster doofuses.

Yep, and they're gonna
love what we're selling.

Here, put this apron on.
It's cute.

"Artisan organic Peruvian
ice cream sandwiches

made to order."

I don't see where
Peru factors in.

It factors in the bottom line.

A little fairy dust to magically

increase our cash by twelvefold.

"Duodecuple" our cash.
That's the term.

Right. Okay, so...

One box of 24 cookies

sells for $5.

Turn it into 12 exotic
ice cream sandwiches

at five bones apiece,

and suddenly this
box is worth $60.

Percentage of profit, maestro?

1,200%.

But who would want to buy

overpriced miniature ice creams

of questionable origin?

People want to feel special.

Especially these nudniks.

So we let them believe

that they're getting
something special.

It makes them happy.

We should be charging
more, actually.

Look alive. Customers. Hi.

Gloves, anti-fog
spray, dive boots.

Any luck with a wet suit?

No, I'm looking for dry suits.

The tar would eat through
the neoprene wet suit

and burn my skin... this one!

I got everything but
the diving helmet.

None in the store.
I hoped we'd be lucky,

but this is a
recreational dive shop.

Guys, find something
we can use as a helmet.

A five-gallon water
bottle would fit,

but I have to
assume that the tar

would dissolve the plastic.
You assume correctly.

What about a giant fishbowl?
Glass won't disintegrate, right?

Fishbowl glass is too delicate.

It'd crack under pressure
from being down so deep.

I know this sounds crazy,

but what about these
lighting sconces?

Brass borders
between glass panes.

Glass looks pretty thick, happy.
What do you think?

Happy: I modified
a scuba regulator

so there'll be
intake and outflow.

You should be able to breathe,

and you should not fog up.

Walter, do you see me?

Yes.

(Exhaling sharply)

Do you see me giving you a big
fat smoochy smooch? Horrifying.

This'll help you
avoid claustrophobia,

and at times it's gonna be
the only thing you can see.

Uh, visibility's
gonna be limited.

Hand soap. Gallons of hand soap.

It's time to grease you up!

I got your tow truck. Cabe: Tim,

let's go rig it for Walter.

I ran the idea

of this getup past the
LAPD dive commander.

He thinks you're crazy.

He's not even sure
this suit will hold.

The hydroxide anions in the soap

can counteract
the molar strength

of tar acid for up to 32 minutes
before corrosion sets in.

That's ten minutes longer

than Beth has air,
so it should be fine.

Better be.

Happy: All soaped up.

Time to dive.
I'll get the crane down to you.

We have a crane
operator on site.

Can he calculate the
drop zone coordinates

to a hundredth of a centimeter?
Uh...

That's what i thought.

Get him out of my rig.

Hey,

next movie night...
Sci-Fi or horror?

Sci-Fi.

Good.
So I'll see you then, right?

Walter: Breathing
apparatus is working fine.

At least on land, anyway.

Beth, he's walking in now.

Please let him know I think
he's very brave for doing this.

You can tell him yourself
when you get out of that muck.

(Faintly): Okay.

I have clear entry.

In you go, buddy.

And for the record,

this is very impressive.

Headed down.

It's thick. It's a much
slower descent than water.

Okay, Walter,
I've got you spotted.

You're going to hit the tar bed in seconds.
When you do,

turn four degrees to your
left, and the car

will be 15 paces from you.

(Groans) That's one step.

The tar is very
hard to navigate.

Hey. How's he doing?
He's moving very slowly.

Toby: Walt,

why don't you, uh,
think slippery thoughts?

Eels. Richard Nixon.

Walter: When I go
under a tar layer,

it's almost pitch black.

Does Beth have a
flashlight in her car?

I have one in my glove box.

Have her aim it out of
the driver's window.

I see her.

I'm close.

Oh, I see him! Thank god.

Hi. I'm Walter. We met earlier.

Toby: Yeah, Walt, make sure

you introduce yourself
in case someone else

is passing through the tar pits.

O'brien, get to work.

Hook goes on the front axle,

then bring the
cable over the hood,

back underneath under
the drive train.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

Mike: Beth, listen to me.

I know this'll work,

but I'll need you to hear me.

Okay? Thank you.

Thank you for taking
a chance on me.

I've never been good enough for
you, but...

(Crying): Michael...
But you still...

I love you.
I just want to go home.

Toby: Beth, you will get

to go home, but right now

you can't get too worked up.

Uh, Toby's right.

You just have to regulate
your breathing, okay?

So just breathe in with me.

Take a deep breath.
(Breathing deeply)

I know you have a lot you want to
say, but she needs

to conserve oxygen right now,
and crying doesn't help that.

I know, I'm sorry, it's
just, before I met her...

I wasn't a great guy.

No direction. I...
I was a wreck.

I understand.
I know what it's like

to find that one special woman.

No, more than special.

Before I met Beth, I was a dog.

Bouncing around three different
women at the same time.

I was a bad guy.

But she saw through
my insecurities.

She gave me a
chance to be the man

that she knew that I could be.

But you know what it's like.

She was in love over this
nonsense playboy life.

Yeah. I sure do.

For certain.

No, they don't.

Walter: It's fastened.

Happy, start rocking the car.

Okay, Beth,
get ready for some movement.

Okay.

(Mechanical whirring)

It's pulling the car.

Toby: Side to side,

that's right.

Walter: It's coming loose.

(Scraping, creaking)

What's happening?

Happy, stop.

(Creaking)

Walter, what's the problem?

Metal tearing.

I can't see where.

Beth: It's coming in!

Lots of it.

The fence pole must have speared
the car when she crashed.

Rocking it tore a
hole in the frame.

So we can't move it anymore?
Now the car is leaking.

Walter: I can take care of it

for the moment.

Sylvester: Walter,
if you take off your gloves,

the tar is going
to burn your hand.

Yes. Only moderately so far.

Happy: That will get worse...

Quickly.

So if we can't move the car,

what's the plan?

Flood the vehicle,

and then pull back
to the surface

on the crane cable.

Oh. Once she's
exposed to the tar,

she only has 20 seconds
to get to the surface.

Any longer,

she's looking at third-degree
burns on over 90%

of her body.
That's almost certain death.

Mike: No!

She's safe in the car...
Leave her there

until you figure
something else out.

Walter: Guys,
there is nothing else to figure out.

The car cannot be
raised to the surface.

Beth will have to
go through the tar.

Happy: In less than

20 seconds...
This ain't gonna be easy.

We can prepare a
bath of diesel fuel

to quickly get the tar off her
body once she hits the surface.

Guys, this sounds very dicey.

(Creaking over speaker)

So does that.

Beth!

I'm falling!

Beth?

Beth! Beth!

Her airbag knocked her out.

I can't pull her
out unconscious.

She'll aspirate tar and die.

Guys, this plan just got
considerably more dicey.

That's a real-life swamp lord.

(Grunts)

Come on.

(Grunting)

(Gasps and coughs)
Beth's condition?

Uh, she's breathing and her
vitals are okay for now.

Oh, god, Walter... your hand.

Toby: Man,
that's like a caramel apple,

except your hand's the
apple, the tar's the caramel,

and no one finds this delicious.

She has less than ten minutes
until she runs out of air.

If we can't move the car,
or bring her up unconscious,

then what do we do?

We wake her up.

Just don't ask me how.
Smelling salts.

Don't you have to wave
those under a person's nose?

We could deliver an eye opener
through the hole in the car

that Walter plugged
with his glove.

We can hook another cable to
the crane; Once she's attached,

I can lift both of you
out in a few seconds.

(Groans) Tim: I'll start
rigging the new line.

We can use an atomizer

to pump the salts
through the hole,

and then disperse it
through the vehicle.

I can handle the atomizer.
We need a syringe and a tube.

On it.

What do you use
for smelling salts?

Well, it would have to be a
potent combination to wake her.

Something truly noxious.

I know where to get that.

I'll be back.

Here you go.

Cayenne, cumin,
himalayan sea salt,

and every other spice
i got on my rig.

Now, at $3.00 a pinch-topping,

that's $750. I don't think so.

On behalf of the U.S.
government,

I'm commandeering your truck

and all the spices on it.

Hey. You can't do that.
I'm gonna have to shut down.

Trust me,
I'm doing you all a favor.

Doesn't matter, people.

Looks like there's
a small Peruvian boy

selling organic ice cream on
the corner of 1st and flower.

Viva Peru!

Next.

Uh, lavender goat cheese ice
cream on cinnamon cookies.

That is a fantastic choice.

Very original.

Isn't this great?

Grandma and Ralph's
big adventure.

Is that something you
and my mom would have?

Big adventures?

Oh, yeah,
we did all sorts of things.

Like what?

We had lots of great times.

We were real pals.

So how come you guys
haven't spoken in so long?

I asked you that in one of
my letters to you in prison.

Shh. Not so loud, honey.

But you never
answered my question.

It's complicated,
and we have customers, okay?

I can't wait to tell mom
about how much money we made.

About that...
I don't think we need

to share all the
details with her.

I think it's best to frame it for
her, you know?

Show it in its best light.

By omitting facts?

By framing them.
We sold cookies.

That's what's relevant.

How we did it is less important.

Okay...

Good boy. Keep scooping.

(Coughing)

(Both gagging, coughing)

Try not to lose this one.

This one's for you,
and this one's for Beth.

All right. Cable's good to go.

And this will be ready
to roll when you emerge.

Mix of diesel fuel and solvent

to dissolve the hydrocarbons
and heterocyclic compounds

in the tar on Beth's skin.

You're starting to
sound a lot like them.

Thank you. So...

This one's, uh,
a lot scarier than the movie, huh?

Sylvester: You need to
protect the atomizer.

Its polypropylene polymers

will not last long in the tar.

Ready.

Cabe: Okay. There you go.

He's gonna have to move fast
once he gets down there.

Beth's out of oxygen in
roughly three minutes.

♪ ♪

He's at the car.

♪ ♪

Walter: Tube's in.

Hitting the plunger.

Come on. Wake up, please.

(Gasps)

It worked!

That's all those
toppings are good for.

What's happening? (Gasping)

Walter: Beth. Don't worry.

We have an idea for
getting you out of here.

Okay. But it all depends

on how long you can
hold your breath.

What are you talking about?

Why do I have to hold my breath?

Lack of better options.

Walter: I'm pulling
you out of the car.

You'll be on land in 20 seconds,

but we need your help.

Cabe: Beth,
put on your backpack,

connect your chest strap.

Walter's gonna use that
to connect to the cable.

And use the athletic tape
to wrap your whole head.

Cover your eyes,
ears, nose, mouth.

It's gonna be very
claustrophobic.

You won't be able to breathe,
but it won't be for long.

This will stop the
caustic acid in the tar

from entering your body.

Okay.
Toby: And use the sunscreen

to cover all exposed skin.

It'll help fight

the viscoelasticity in the tar.

(Gasping)

You can do this; It'll be
over before you know it.

She has no other options; In
90 seconds she runs out of air.

Beth, do it now.

(Sighing)

Paige: Beth, take a deep breath,
burn away from the window.

And in few seconds
it'll all be over.

(Crying): Mike, I love you.

I love you, too.

(Crying)

(Inhales)

Go, Walter, now!

Lay down,
as far as you can go, Beth.

Walter (Muffled): Come on, move!

Move!

Walter: She's on the
line, pull us up.

(Walter screaming)

Happy, stop. Stop now.

What's going on?

(Beth whimpers)

Come on, pull her up right now!

Walter, Walter.
You all right? Walter: No.

My feet are stuck in the tar.

It feels like I'm
being torn in half.

Come on, guys,
what are we waiting on?

Did you try rocking your
boots back and forth

like we did with the car?
Mike: She's running out of time.

Pull her up.
Walter: I can't, I'm planted here.

Toby: You got to get
unstuck, buddy,

she's gonna have
life-threatening burns

in 15 seconds. Oh, god.

Mike: Come, on, please.

I'm sending her up.
Sylvester: What do you mean

you're sending her up?
Walter: I'm stuck.

She isn't.

I'm unhooking my cable...
Pull her up!

Beth.

Fireman (Yelling instructions):
Get her down! Slowly.

Careful, careful.

Okay.

Ready. Watch your legs.

Gurney now!

(Gasps)

She's okay. She's breathing.

Fireman: Back away,
back away, back away.

All right.

Mike: I'm right here, honey.
You're gonna be okay.

Walt, why the hell did
you unhook yourself?

That's Walter's tank.

Hook must've snagged
it on the way up.

So he's stuck down there
and he can't breathe?

Not good.

Walter, I know you're conserving
air, but please, answer us.

I'm here.

Less words the better.

Now it's your turn to stay
calm, buddy.

Okay, I am estimating he's
got roughly two minutes

of oxygen left in
his mask and suit.

We need to figure out a
way to get both of his legs

out of the pocket of asphalt
and bring him to the surface.

Look, sly's right.
We need a plan,

or the bones next
to smilodon fatalis

will be those of
genius interruptus.

No use... can't get out.

Toby: Do we seriously

not have any other ideas?

His dive suit and his chances
of survival are melting away.

Five bucks for a runny
ice cream sandwich?

How am I gonna instagram this?

Quickly?

Veronica: Look,
we got more postings

than the actual
spoon & grain truck.

(Sighs)

The only reason we outsold

the actual spoon & grain truck

is because they
had to shut down.

A government agent commandeered
all their toppings.

The government will line
their pockets with anything.

Ralph: I'm following
this thread.

A genius team
helping on a rescue,

and one of them is
stuck in the tar pits.

Ralph, this is not a good
time, but are you okay?

Mom, who's stuck in the pits?

Is it Walter? Paige: Yes.

But we're working
on getting him out.

Really?
'Cause so far we've got bupkis.

Mom, Walter can melt the tar.
Paige: What do you mean,

melt the tar?

Melt the tar... brilliant.

Sylvester: If Walter
heats the tar,

it'll lower its adhesion level,
and he can pull his legs free.

How is he gonna melt
anything down there?

He's got to start a fire.

All right,
i got to call you back.

What about the methane,
can't it cause an explosion?

Maybe, but it's better than
trying to breathe without oxygen.

Fire triangle: He needs
heat, fuel and oxygen.

Can... get oxygen... from tire.

Cabe: And you're
surrounded by nothing

but heat bubbles of methane.
That's your fuel.

Sylvester: The
flare on the dash!

Use that for fire!
But once you light it,

get out as quick as you can!

(Hissing)

Might want to step
back from shore.

See you soon.

♪ ♪

(Walter grunts)

(Rumbling, creaking)

That doesn't sound good.

(Muffled boom)

Any sign of him?

There!

He'll never make it!

(Grunting) Tim!

Come on!

Paige: Careful!

You could fall in! I think they've got
ahold of him. They're gonna reel him in.

Come on!

So tar so good.

When I'm nervous, I pun.

(Grunting) Come on.

(Grunts)

(Grunts) (Panting) Walter.

Walter, are you okay?

(Panting): I've been better.
Beth?

Cabe: Is all right,

thanks to you.

Pal, for the record,

unhooking that cable and
leaving yourself down there,

that was tomfoolery
of the first order.

Give it up, Toby.

That lingo's never coming back.
Really?

'Cause I think it's the bee's
knees, the cat's pajamas.

Ow.

Uh... yes.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Hey. Uh, hey.

That was my old commander.

With a job offer in amman.

J-Jordan?

That's... way out of town. Yeah.

A close friend of his
is a private contractor.

He's got federal funding
to build infrastructure

in the middle east,

and he needs a new
head of security.

S-sounds like an
interesting opportunity.

Yeah.

It is.

You know,

when I got the
results of my mri,

I thought that
everything I ever wanted,

everything that I worked so
hard for was just... gone.

I mean,

the seals were my life.

So, yeah,
him calling with this job offer

and having that faith in me, uh, this is...
it's intriguing.

But then i think

about Beth and, like...

I mean, she should have never
made it out of that pit alive,

but we saved her.

All of us.

You know,
i got into the military

because I wanted to help people.

And I want to continue
to help people.

And I don't think there's
a better place to do that

than here with scorpion.

So I think

it's about time I
have a talk with cabe

about making my
position here permanent.

Oh, Tim. That's...

That's great news.

♪ ♪

This is what I call a
scorching partnership.

It's a lot more than the forestry
braves are expecting. Well, honey,

in business,
this here is what is called a surplus.

And since we're
profit participants,

the f-braves get
their five bucks a box

and we each get to take our cut,

for our exceptional
salesmanship.

You can keep my cut.

Keep your cut? No.

Did you not learn
anything tonight?

I learned that my mom had
trouble communicating with you

for a reason.

I thought we had fun tonight.

I wanted to learn more
about you and my mom,

not how to con hipsters,

which is fish in a barrel.

You seemed smart
in your letters.

I was excited

when you showed up,

but...
you've been a disappointment.

Okay, look, Ralph,

I have some bad habits.

And the truth is i
wasn't a great mom.

But I really want to
be a better grandma.

How 'bout we do something fun
tomorrow, Ralph-style fun?

We'll go to the planetarium?

Science museum?

Observatory?

All three?

What about the extra money?

(Sighs)

We give it to a good cause.

Oh. Hi!

Oh, I'm so glad that
everyone is okay...

(Gasps)

What-what is this?

Grandma and I sold all my
forestry brave cookies.

That is more than cookie money.

Ralph: We made

a small surplus.

How? We filled a hole

in the market and made
people feel special.

We wanted to raise
a little extra

for Sylvester's campaign.

Oh. (Chuckles) Veronica,
you know, I appreciate it,

but I meant it when I
said that I should be able

to raise that money myself.
Veronica: But you did.

I've been listening to
you, for days,

talk about what you'd
do if you were elected.

And I like your ideas.

They're really smart. So...

This is a political contribution

to your campaign.

Not a gift.

It's something you earned.

(Chuckles) Thank you.

Wow.

My first campaign donation.

I get it.

You made him feel special.

(Door opens)

That was Toby and happy
from the hospital.

Beth's gonna make
a full recovery.

Cabe,
I got the rest of the money.

We don't need to do any
more ice cream fundraisers.

Thank god. I never want to hear
the words "spoon" and "grain"

in the same sentence again.

Come on, let's go concept
some campaign optics.

Good idea. Hey, how about an
image of me riding a Pegasus?

How 'bout we actually
try to win this election?

Honey, go pack up your bag.

You "filled a hole
in the market"?

It was all very innocent.

It always is,
until the judge disagrees.

Do I have to kick
you out of here?

It's a small price to pay

for getting to spend the
night with my grandson.

Honey, he's amazing.

You are a great mom.

And we both know that you
didn't learn that from me.

So...

I understand

if you want me to go.

Okay. Just...

Check in with me before you...

Do anything entrepreneurial.

You're the boss.

Everything okay? Oh, you know,

I'm...
used to her manipulating me,

but I can't have her
manipulating Ralph.

I'm just not sure
she can help herself.

I can see how that
would upset you.

Uh, but if I may?

We both

heard a man today
who was so thankful

that his wife gave him a
chance to change who he was.

She saw the better in him.

Do you think...

There's better in...
Your mother?

Maybe.

You have a decision to make.

You know, I can handle a lot,

but not dishonesty.

And not with my son.

With the way i was raised,

it just... turns my stomach.

Anyway, you have a...

You have a good night.

I have some things to finish up.

Good night.

(Chuckles softly)

(Quietly): Hey.
Way to rock that flannel.

I have another
idea you can use...

You know,
someone said to me today

they knew poppycock
when they heard it.

And all your suggestions,

they're poppycock.

They're... claptrap. Hokum.

I feel like I'm being dressed
down by grover Cleveland.

Conning Paige may have been an
efficient way to impress her,

but it's not the honest way.

Veronica,

if she ever found out,

it would hurt her very deeply.

If I'm gonna win her,

I want to do it the right way.

Understood.

I'll back down.

Okay.

But for the record,

this makes me want you to
end up with her even more.

You're a really good
man, Walter.

And I wish you luck, 'cause...

That guy's planting roots.

(Speaking indistinctly)