All language subtitles for SCORPION - S03 E18 - Dont Burst My Bubble (720p - Web-DL)

HAPPY: "Make sure to use
non-synthetic lubricant.

Old parts weren't
built for silicone."

See, that's the kind of
detail your regular gearhead

would gloss over. Mm-hmm.

Wouldn't go so far as to
say that SparkplugADAptor522

is a mechanical genius,

but she is someone who thinks.

I think it's past midnight
and we should go home.

Do you understand how
long it's been since this

'46 E.L. Knucklehead
engine has drawn breath?

Do you understand
how long it's been

since I've slept?
I need my jammies.

HAPPY: Go home.

If SparkplugADAptor522 is
working, I am working.

You've been working on this
project with her for two months

and still no name.

Have you ever spoken to her
on the phone or video chat?

Neither.

Do you know where she lives?

Don't know. How old?

We don't get into personal info.

Although I've asked
both questions.

Are you sure she's a she?

Women can't be
mechanically inclined?

No, I-I didn't say that.

But men are
deceptively inclined.

Something's fishy here.

Cat-fishy.

You're tired and paranoid,
and going home now so I can finish.

(computer chimes)

"Sending valve specs now."

Beat it, I got to work.

Okay.

Lock the door behind me.

You're chatting with
a possible psychopath.

(yells, Happy screams)

Psycho grease monkey
here to kill you!

Oh, Toby!

I said lock the door.

(screams)

(metal clatters on floor)

(music playing quietly)

See that?

That's how you flip a flapjack.

Or, as I like to call them,

(sizzling) a "Doddcake."

It's nice to see
someone's in a good mood.

Well, I got a beautiful
woman by my side,

proud of my guy.

Just look at him over
there with the voters.

He's certainly had a strong
showing these past few days.

Better than Patel has.

Nobody's had a better
past few days than me.

I got to tell you, Allie,

this time we're
spending together,

getting to know you,
and all of it...

you're a special person.

I hope Sly's not looking.

'Cause you're about to kiss his
opponent's campaign manager.

(clears throat)

Sanjay.

It... uh, good turn out.

Doddcake, Patel?

No. Thank you.

Allie,
you forgot the blackberry syrup.

That's why no one's
coming to my table.

Syrup's not your problem.

My guy's in the zone.

Thank you, sir.

Hi. Thank you so much.

The election isn't over yet.

Allie, the syrup please.

(sighs)

Your boss is a grade-A tool.

He certainly is,
but my paycheck depends on him.

(truck beeping)

Good morning.

(gasps)

She still hasn't responded.

You're wearing the same clothes

as yesterday. Shh!

Did you stay here all night?
Busy.

(quietly): Weird.

PAIGE: Okay, Tim.

I-I... I guess I understand.

Okay. Be well.

Bye.

Good morning.

Morning.

Everything all right?

I... I'm supposed to chaperone

another one of
Ralph's school trips,

but he doesn't want to go.

It's at the beach and he says
his legs look skinny in shorts.

Understood.

Yeah.

See what I just did?

I asked Paige if she was okay.

When she told me an obvious lie,

I let her be.

She clearly doesn't
want to get into it.

I'm making progress.

Good for me.

I'm going to Lancaster.

Why?

We got nothing on the
books until tomorrow.

It's... not a good reason
for going to Lancaster.

I fell asleep waiting
for a response

from an Internet chat mechanic.

She said she was
sending something over,

but when I woke up

she still hadn't responded.

Doesn't make any sense.

She's more detail-oriented
than you and I put together.

Doubtful, if that were the case,
she would've sent you the specs.

She is and she hasn't.

Something's up.

So I hacked the chat site,

and found the account
attached to the screen name.

Ada Pearce, Lancaster.

Emotional concern for
a fellow mechanic.

It's fascinating.

I-I think that
we're both evolving.

Good for us.

(crash)

PAIGE: Son of a... Oh, oh.

Here, here, here.

Here, let me help.
Let me help you.

You okay?

Yeah.

Oh.

Yeah, it's the wheel.

I'll see it's fixed.

In the meantime you
can use my chair.

I'll stand.

You're not crying
about the chair.

Tim accepted an eight-month
contract extension in Jordan.

And really, Walter, that's...

all I want to say
about it right now.

Of course.

Hi-dee-ho, bosserino.

How's tricks?

Uh, well, thank you.

Dude, you'd be very impressed
with this newfound handle I have

on my emotional state.

Now, Paige and Tim
are having issues.

It's not a shock.

Distance of 7,600 miles
ain't good for love.

Yes, as I was saying,

she's hurting, so she needed
space and I gave it to her.

I'm making progress.
Good for me.

Where's Happy?
We have wedding cake to taste,

a wedding band to hear,

and she still hasn't
given me a guest list

despite me being very
annoying about it.

Oh, she went to Lancaster
to find her gearhead friend.

To track down a nutbar

who knows his way
around power tools?

Did you ever think of
convincing her not to go?

You need space.

I'm gonna give it to you.

(line ringing)

TOBY (over phone): There
is a very real possibility.

You've been harassing me for 50 minutes.
I'm hanging up.

Ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta!
A very real possibility that by

failing to respond in the
middle of a conversation

she is utilizing what
predators call "a lure."

She knows a hell of a lot
about Knucklehead engines

for a predator.

She is a smart woman
who knows her mechanics.

I just want to make sure
that everything is...

(sirens wailing)

Everything's what, Happy?

Hello?

Hello? Oh, man.

Happy? I'll call you back.

(indistinct radio chatter)

MAN 1: I know, I know.

But this situation isn't
really in the handbook,

so just patch me through!

Hey.

You the chief? Yeah.

What's going on here?
(electricity crackles)

Storm last night
toppled the power line.

Why are you letting
it spark on the roof?

Cut the power.
Who are you again?

Happy Quinn,
Department of Homeland Security.

What is Homeland doing here?

Not your concern.

What is, though,
is cutting the power

to that line before the
house catches on fire.

Do you also not know
how to evacuate a home?

Ma'am, we can't clear the house.

And if we cut the power,
a girl in there dies.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'm trying to get through to NASA.

NASA?

Yes, this is Fire
Chief Bart Olshanski

in Lancaster.

What the hell?

MAN 2: But these are
the contingencies

you need a plan for.

She needs to be
moved immediately.

Steel frame,
walls of high-optic PVC film.

High Efficiency Particulate
Air filtration system.

An autoclave

that sterilizes
anything that comes in.

This is a gnotobiotic isolator.

You have no immune system.

Who are you?

Happy Quinn.

And you're Ada Pearce.

(loud crackle) I'm sorry,
what are you doing in here?

I'm Sprocketace77.

Oh, my God, Dad,
she and I built my engine together.

Your Internet must have
gone kaput during the storm.

That's why you cut out.

It's nice to meet you,
but you have to go.

We have a major
problem right now.

Yeah, you do.

The bubble's threatened by a
couple 100 pounds of debris

and sparking power lines.

Yes, and if the bubble pops...

Your sterile environment will
be flooded with pollen, dust,

branches, leaves,
chunks of ceiling and roof

that all contain bacteria.

And she would die
within minutes.

You can't clear the debris
with live power lines,

but you can't cut the power
because her HEPA filter,

it'll stop working.

And I'd have no oxygen.

Going off what the
chief said outside,

the fire department's at a loss,

and the NASA engineers who built
the bubble, they're too far away

to get here before
the house burns down.

(loud crackle)

Happy,

is there anything you
can do to help me?

Hey, it's me.

You need to get the
guys over here now.

♪ ♪

(indistinct radio chatter)

Walt, Paige, Toby, David Pearce.

His daughter Ada's inside.

I don't know if your colleague told
you, but Ada has...

Severe immunodeficiency,

brought on by acquired
pancytopenic aplastic anemia

and a subsequent failed
bone marrow transplant.

It's covered.

So your daughter can't even
fight off the smallest microbe.

That's right.
How long has she been in the bubble?

Two and a half years.

Okay, if we're done yakking,

can we go in and help her?
Follow me.

No extra microbes near
this sterile environment.

We already took ours.

It's broad-spectrum
antibiotics, antivirals,

antiparasitic and antifungal.

Little B12 for pep, too.

Shouldn't Ada be
taking the pills?

Why am I taking antibiotics?

Antibiotics fight infection by
working with the immune system.

If you don't have one
they're worthless.

Oh, this is...

incredible.

Wow, it's like a science
experiment come to life.

PAIGE: Uh, hi, I'm Paige.

He didn't mean to reduce your
life to a science experiment.

ADA: He must be Walter.

Happy said that he
was a wackadoodle.

Almost done downloading the
imaging software that'll give us

a better idea of what's going on
with the debris on that bubble.

While you're doing that,

I'm gonna post the live numbers
as the polling stations close.

I got a good feeling, kid.

Uh, sorry, Alderman.

(computer trilling)

Okay, the software is ready.

Start sending photos
of the debris.

Ada, David, first things first.

(loud crackling)

While avoiding... electrocution.

Uh, should address that first.

Walter, I'm running this show.

Okay,
the transformer is damaged,

but operational.

And it's Ada's only
source of juice

for her HEPA air filter,

unless the fire department
can locate a backup generator

capable of 50,000 watts.

Not at the local hardware store.

The one we had was
flown in from Geneva.

It was crushed
under a eucalyptus

that went down in the storm.

A transplant tree

with no business in California...
Walt!

Your show.
Okay, everyone, just take photos

of the room and debris,
and send 'em to Sly.

Our biggest issue right
now is a piece of debris

piercing the bubble.

It's Jenga.

A deadly version, yes. Walter.

Thankfully,
I am a brilliant Jenga player.

HAPPY: And I am better than him,

but the computer's
better than both of us,

That's why Sly's
uploading the photos

we're sending him to CADD...

Computer Aided Design
and Drafting software.

Along with the blueprint of the
house, we'll be able to make

a 3-D model of the room

and the debris on top of it.

Inputting the approximate
weight and size

of the pieces of debris now,

as well as the tensile
strength of the power lines.

Once was have all the numbers,
we'll decide which piece

of debris to remove first.

Hopefully then it will
relieve the pressure

from the bubble
without popping it.

Once the debris is gone,
the fire department

can crane the transformer
and its pole off the roof.

(phone chimes)

It's Garland Heights.

They were always
leaning towards Patel.

It's no big surprise.

I wouldn't worry about it, kid.

Okay,
I've got weights and sizes.

Happy, you linked in?

Yeah, it's still
running calculations.

(electricity pops) Whew!

Uh, darling,
you any closer to some guidance?

It's kind of incredibly
unsafe up here.

O'Brien, to your left,
a seven-pound branch of ficus.

HAPPY: Slide it
up at 30 degrees,

rotate it, and pull it down.
(weight creaking)

You call that 30 degrees?

I might consider
calling her "Snappy,"

because she keeps snapping at us.
Toby, you're next.

Three-foot lengths
of ceiling 2X4.

Pull it out at a snail's pace.

Careful.
(electrical pop, Toby yelps)

(electricity crackles)

I'm all good. We're all good.

It's okay, it's part of the process.
(electricity crackling)

The process which you learned

from saving the
other bubble girls?

Well-honed sarcasm.
I heard it a lot

during the engine rebuild.

(electricity sizzles)

You're a very intuitive
mechanic for someone so young.

How'd you get so good?

Everything that
comes in the bubble

has to be disassembled
to be sterilized.

And then once it's in here,
I have to put it back together.

So I really know
how things work.

There it is,
the upside to a life in plastic.

(structure creaking)

How come you didn't
mention this was going on?

Not my style to complain.

Not that I don't want to
every once in a while.

I'd really love to feel
the sun on my face again.

TOBY: Hey, Paige, a little help?

HAPPY: Walt, you're up.

Insulation hunk with
roofing tile on it.

(clears throat) Careful.
Careful!

Please. Paige?

David, can I talk to you
outside for a second?

I know you're terrified,
but they know what they're doing.

No, I'm sure they do.

You just have no
idea what it's like

to have a child
that you worry about

every second of every day.

Actually, I do.

Mine's like they are.

Do you feel overwhelmed
with guilt on a daily basis?

I feel inadequate a
few times an hour.

When Ada was a
freshman, she got mono.

Which, you know,
is a mild disease for most kids.

But for her it turned into
acquired aplastic anemia.

We couldn't find a good match
for a bone marrow transplant.

Her doctors said that a
weak match might take,

but it was my call.

Didn't take.

And now she's in there,

cut off from the
world, from school.

Last week, all her friends
went to winter formal,

but she just sat in
there, alone.

I haven't held my child
in almost three years.

You made the best decision
you could for her.

Why was it so hard
to find a match?

TOBY: Finding a donor's
based on tissue type,

which is much more
complex than blood type.

We're having a
private conversation.

TOBY: Not if I can hear you.

Best bet is family.

I'm not a match,
her mom passed when she was little.

Our genetic heritage originates

in a small town in Macedonia.

It's smaller than a local L.A.
high school.

And I'm assuming you
approached the citizens

of your town for a donor?

No match,
so now it's down to finding

a remote descendant who could
be anywhere in the world.

WALTER: Finding the right needle

in a nest of three
billion other needles.

They don't understand the
"private conversation" concept..

But they do understand the
electrocution concept, (phone chimes)

and with each piece
of debris you remove

it becomes more dangerous,
so stay on your toes.

You know, I think this
board is a distraction.

I'm gonna face it in
the opposite direction.

If you please.

(wind whooshing)

TOBY: Uh, guys, we got wind!
(electricity crackling)

Debris shifting.

Oh, nice catch.

(electricity crackling)

(straining)

Kitten,
a ceiling joist is jabbing

into the plastic...
I can't get to it.

It's gonna pop the bubble.

We can't reach it
from the ladders.

What if I push it up and
off from inside the bubble?

With something soft,
or it'll hasten the puncture.

You think? 'Cause I was just
gonna throw knives at it.

If we want any more obvious
advice, you're our guy.

It's like there's two Happys.

What about Pascal's Principle?
Good idea.

Great idea.
Pressure exerted at one point

is transmitted to
all points equally

in an enclosed system.

(air hissing, inflating)

TOBY: Great, great. Great work.

Dad?

Yeah? (structure creaking)

In case something falls
and pops the bubble...

Nothing's gonna happen.

(softly): Okay.

Okay...

But in case it does...
(electricity crackling)

I love you.

Yeah, I love you,
too, sweetheart.

(structure creaking)

HAPPY: Sharp wood is lifting.

There's less pressure
on the bubble.

Okay, we're good to go for now.

Yahoos, get back to work.

(ringtone plays)
It's from Kaldor.

I need to go look at
this link immediately.

From Patel's social media.

I have infinite
respect for veterans.

I have disrespect for
microbes and bacteria.

Anyone's microbes and bacteria!

This is some dirty pool.

There's no way
Allie condones this.

(phone chimes)

Oh, this is bad.

Uh, that's worse...
the air's leaking from the mattress.

(clatter)

WALTER: Debris is shifting.
Look out, look out!

The power line snapped.
Her HEPA filter will turn off.

She'll die.
No, only one line's broken.

The other two are intact.

Yeah, but the line is red-hot,

and it's right up
against the bubble.

PVC melts at 320 degrees.
A live wire

easily conducts as much heat.

Okay, given the bubble's
thickness, it'll melt through

in less than ten minutes.

Then we have no choice,

we have to get her
out of the bubble now.

What do you mean "get her out"?

I'll die if I'm exposed
to unfiltered air.

Especially after a storm.
She could contract

hypersensitivity pneumonitis from
mold, Coccidioides...

We get it. Mr. Pearce, has she ever
been transported before? Never.

There's only one
transport protocol,

and that's for
scheduled surgery,

and it takes a week to prepare.

What if we had a space suit?

There's no way we're getting
NASA there in five minutes.

HAPPY: What if we made our own?

Something impermeable
that can be sterilized.

There's got to be something on
a fire truck that we could use.

Yeah, yeah,
we'll get the supplies.

Happy, stay with Ada.

Your connection with
her is an asset.

Keep her calm.

Not my wheelhouse, Doc.

You've been doing it
since we got here.

Just keep talking to her.

What if we repurpose incubators

hospitals use for premies?

Neonatal ICUs would
have the supplies

and the sterile room,
but in order to get her there,

we need to bypass swarms
of germ-laden people.

Well,
you're a man of contingencies.

What if biological warfare broke
out, what would you do?

Freak the heck out.

That's not an option. Think.

I would find the
nearest meat locker

or walk-in fridge
in a restaurant.

And do what in it?
That can't be sterile.

(snaps fingers) We
can make it sterile.

It's airtight,
so we can feed filtered oxygen

through the
refrigeration system.

All we have to do is clear
it off and sterilize it.

I'm searching now
for a restaurant

that fits our requirements.

Oh! A Hazmat suit.

The spun polyethylene
and positive air pressure

would mimic her bubble.

That'll protect her,
but she's gonna need

a better breathing apparatus.

A full-size oxygen
tank will not fit

under a Hazmat suit. Paige?

Grab an extra comm and then tell
Ada's father to sterilize it

so that she can
communicate with us

when she's in the Hazmat suit.

Copy that.
I'm gonna take the filter

from this regulator,
put it in this smaller tank's mask,

cover the side vent holes

with sterile medical
tape, and, voilá... Ah-ha!

She will be breathing pure air.

Ooh,
we can use this Velcro strap

to fasten the tank to Ada.

I hope Happy got
Ada to calm down.

She's gonna need her head
clear to get through this.

Oh, I'm sure she's fine.
You know, people in dire straits

often do better when
distracted by conversation.

It's one of those examples
where you shouldn't

give someone their space.

Walter,
where do you get this drivel?

Who are these experts?

You are not the only
shrink in the world.

PAIGE: They're also
bringing a Hazmat suit

and an oxygen mask.
TOBY: No, not bringing, brought.

Mask can go in the autoclave,

but its steam will
degrade the suit,

so we'll sterilize that in here,

with ethylene oxide gas.

Less than six minutes till
my bubble bursts, literally.

You're not dying.
You're gonna live.

Why start now?
HAPPY: What do you mean?

I mean, I've spent three
years in this plastic prison.

Not living, just,
you know, surviving.

Sometimes I wonder...
what's the point?

Well, I'm glad you survived.

'Cause I got to meet you.

DAVID: Ada,

get the mask and the comm
out of the autoclave.

(air hisses)

PAIGE: Is that suit

enough to protect her?

It's impermeable,

it'll do the trick.

And the ethylene oxide
will kill any bacteria.

I hope she'll be okay.

Things sterilized in this gas
normally ventilate for 36 hours.

Less than five minutes
until this thing bursts.

WALTER: Mr. Pearce,

start the exhaust.

I wanted to get her

out of her bubble,
but not this way.

DAVID: Ada, it's ready.

(air hisses)

Ada, you need to go faster.

I'm scared.

It's gonna be okay, I promise.

Just get the suit on.

Oh, no, we were wrong
about the five minutes.

The bubble's breaking.
Zip up that suit now.

(wire buzzing)

TOBY: The wire's
blocking the airlock!

Debris is gonna fall
on her any second.

Uh, I can't get out!
I'm trapped!

Okay, not for long.

WALTER: Come out, come out.

(wire continues crackling)

It's okay, it's safe.

Come on, Ada.

(whimpers)

DAVID: Come on, Ada.

Dad?

Oh, sweetheart.

All right, hug's over.
Let's get going.

WALTER: Mr. Pearce, Ada,

your father's gonna
go ahead with a car

full of supplies,
we'll meet him at the meat locker.

The what?

(engine revs)

I'm still pretty nervous about
moving into a meat locker.

It's only temporary.

That's what they said
about the bubble.

That word was attached to every
crappy group home I was sent to.

It's a bad word.

You know,
I kept thinking we'd find a donor.

Kept making plans.

I even bought a dress
for winter formal.

My favorite color, purple.

What's your favorite
color, Happy?

Chrome.

Great answer.

Is it warm in here?

No, it's pretty normal.

This suit's itchy.

Uh, Happy?

Take a look at Ada's
face for a second.

HAPPY: Oh, boy.

Boys, we got issues.

What kind of issues? Uh, not sure.
I just sent you a photo.

Holy hives, that's an allergic
reaction if I've ever seen one.

She doesn't have any
allergy to the materials

in the mask or the suit,
so what is she responding to?

It's ethylene oxide.

We didn't have time to
sufficiently ventilate it.

And with a reaction that
strong, we don't have much time

before she succumbs
to anaphylaxis.

Happy,
my throat's getting tight.

We have to get her
out of that suit!

If we get her out of that
suit, she dies.

If we leave her in
it, she dies faster!

(wheezing)

Ada, you have to calm down.

Toby, she's hyperventilating.

Happy, keep her calm

or she's gonna inhale that
ethylene oxide even faster.

Get her out of that suit

or she's gonna go anaphylactic
before you can get her

to the restaurant.
That'd kill her,

unless we get her into
something sterile.

She has to be covered,

encased and ensconced.

Sly, you're the germophobe.
What's sterile?

Disinfectants, detergents...
TOBY: All right,

both loaded with chemicals!
She could have sensitivities

to those, as well.

Urine. Gross.

HAPPY: We are not submerging
her in a tub of urine.

How would we even get that?

I don't know. Uh, honey?

Honey's sterile?

Yes, due to its high viscosity,

hyperosmolarity, low pH,

its natural ability to produce

hydrogen peroxide,
its antimicrobial

and antibacterial properties.

Soldiers have used
honey in battle

when antibiotics ran low.

Great, but where would we find
enough honey to submerge her?

Cousin Buzzy's Honey Hut.

One of Ralph's field
trips was there.

It's just down the street.

Kid,

stay with us!

A little more. Yes, sir.

Much appreciated.

Cousin Buzzy's gonna
have everything ready

for when they get there.

Excellent. Mr. Pearce,

if we can't use ethylene oxide,

then how are we going to
sterilize this meat locker?

DAVID: I don't know.

I mean, we can't turn the
whole thing into an autoclave.

The only other
option is ozone gas,

and I don't have any.

And I don't think we
have time to get some.

There is a fourth way
to sterilize: heat.

Now, hot enough temperatures
can kill bacteria and germs.

One problem. It's a freezer.

Let's light the room on fire.

The room's temperature strength

and oxidation resistance
make it near-fireproof.

Fire would sterilize the fridge.

We just need fuel
we can control,

for a precise amount of flame.

I know. Cooking gel.

Every restaurant I waitressed
in put those little metal cans

under chaffing
dishes for catering.

We'd fill 'em from big buckets.

Perfect. Now, that kind of
denatured and jellied alcohol

burns at a cool 185 degrees.

That is hot enough
to kill the bacteria,

but not the fatal 1,100
degrees of a typical fire.

Why does...
well, why does temperature matter?

To keep the room
perfectly sterile for Ada,

she needs to be in
it while it burns.

COUSIN BUZZY: Just got the call
from Agent Gallo. I figured

for what you need,
you could just use this settling drum.

Perfect, but we need a
piece of carpet, too.

I'll see what I can scare up.
Carpet?

Well,
once she takes off the suit,

she'll be exposed
to contaminants.

But if we create reactive
charged particles...

An ionosphere, a force field...

Then they'll repel the bacteria

and the microbes around her.

Okay, you just stand here.

As soon as they start sanding,

Paige and I will get you out.

Ada?

You have to trust us or
you'll die in the suit.

Okay, you'll have your
oxygen tank on the side

of this tub until we get
you to the meat locker.

Keep your comm in your ear

and I will talk you
through this the whole way.

Paige, make sure you
don't touch her skin,

we can't transfer germs.
Okay, let's do this.

(sander whirring)

Okay, get in.

Into the honey, honey.

(honey gurgles)

(wheezing)

Okay, we're set. Let's go.

Sly,
we cured the hives with hives,

now it's your turn-o
to start an inferno.

SYLVESTER: Affirmative!

Nearly done in here.

(phone chimes)

Final results are in.

Want me to check 'em, kid?

We both know the results.

What we're doing now
is much more important

than some dumb election.

West Altadenia doesn't deserve
you, kid.

HAPPY: I'm doing 92 in a 35!
Shaving minutes off.

You'll be out of there soon
enough, Ada!

I understand why
you're speeding,

but we can't save her if we die.

You know why you're so worried?

She's your friend and
you are pushing so hard

and being a pill with all of us

'cause you don't want
to lose that friend.

She's just someone
from a chat room.

You know,
I-I've been trying to figure out

why it's taken so long
to get that guest list

from you for the wedding.

It's 'cause you have no friends
to invite outside of Scorpion.

That's ridiculous. Well,

you've spent your whole life
convinced you are incapable

of friendships with humans.

But you bonded with Ada.

Whether you like it or not,
you have a real, normal...

(horn blaring)
non-Scorpion friend.

And that friend has
no immune system,

and a vat of honey for a
home and an oxygen tank

with four minutes left on it.
And you don't want to lose her.

Huh? See?

You realized what I said
was right and that you...

The restaurant!

(tires screech) (groans)

(horn honks)

SYLVESTER: Careful, careful.

You set up the filter?

Yeah, I fixed Ada's HEPA filter

a million times at home.
I just followed your specs.

It was easy.

Okay, she's ready.

Ada, I know you can't answer me,

I just wanted to, uh...

wanted to tell you
how proud I am of you.

You're the toughest kid I know.

(sighs) I love you, sweetheart.

Okay, Ada,
I'm gonna take your oxygen now.

You need to stay in
there for a full minute,

long enough for the
fire to burn out

and for the room
to fully sterilize.

Just visualize
inspecting the engine.

Before you know it, it'll be time.
Okay, pal?

Take a deep breath in.

(inhaling)

Three, two...

one!

Almost there.

The top of the
honey is hardening.

WALTER: It's
caramelizing in the fire.

HAPPY: Ada, the honey surface

is just thickening a little bit.

We knew this was a possibility,

but you'll be able
to break through it.

Right now, I just want you
to focus on the Knucklehead,

run through each part
of it through your mind.

Before you know it,

this'll be over.

Happy's building
up Ada's confidence

and keeping her mind
off her worries.

It's textbook "good
friend" technique.

Geez, when this is over,
I'm getting to the bottom

of your latest insanity.

The fire's dying down.

As soon as it's out, David,
turn on the HEPA filter

and fill the room
with oxygen on my go.

Go!

(air hisses)

HAPPY: Ada, ten seconds to
fill the room with oxygen.

Then answer this question
so we know you're all right:

in an engine, what mechanism
performs a conversion between

reciprocating motion
and rotational motion?

Time!

Ada, it's safe. Get out now.

Come on.

Come on, Ada.

TOBY: Come on, Ada.

Come on.

(exhales)

(Ada panting)

Conversion between...

the reciprocating and
rotational motion?

The crankshaft.

Attagirl.

Oh!

Oh, thank God.

Thank God.

(exhales)

DAVID: Okay, Ada.

Okay, fresh clothes,

air mattress, cell phone,
books and a laptop.

All purified with
an ozone sterilizer.

No ethylene oxide for you.

I'd say, uh... you're set.

Appreciated.

And I reached out to the other
Mecan-chicks from the chat site.

They all pitched in,
called their friends in the area:

mechanics, engineers,
contractors.

Your bubble and home will be
fully repaired in four days.

That's great.

Wonderful.

Look, I...

I wish I could do more.

More?

More than save my life?

Because of you,
I got to hug my dad today.

I got to feel the
sun on my face.

Don't thank me.

You were brave.

I was impressed.

(chuckles)

I was just along for the ride.

You were impressive.

Well, anything for a friend.

I can stay.

No.

You need to go save the world.

And I've... got books in here
that won't read themselves.

(mechanical whirring)

She hasn't moved in an hour.

Just waiting to see
if Ada will log in.

WALTER: She's doing
the right thing.

One cannot be a friend

if one is not available
to said friend.

All right, that's it.

Where do you learn
this nonsense?

It's not nonsense.

It's the Eight Smart Steps.

Certain to Make You
the Perfect Pal.

Where'd you get that,
some stupid magazine?

Holy Cosmo,
you're getting relationship advice

from a supermarket checkout rag.

Keep it down, keep it down.

Paige and I have been getting
on better since we decided

to be caring friends
to each other,

but I was concerned that I would

eventually do something
to mess that up,

so I did research to avoid that.

The New England Journal
of Medicine is research.

You read a periodical with
pictures of One Direction.

RALPH: Walter,
I finished connecting

the new circuitry you asked for.

It works great.

Wow, thank you.

Hey.

My chair's fixed.

WALTER: Oh, yeah.
It was just a broken insert-peg.

I replaced it with some scrap
metal from Happy's workstation.

Thank you, Walter.
What a nice surprise.

I have another.

It's a virtual reality headset.

So when you're on with Tim,

it will be a much more
realistic experience.

The distance won't seem as far.

I-I appreciate it, but...

I don't think it'll help.

Tim took the promotion
because we both realize

it isn't gonna work
out between us.

Oh. Sorry.

I...

I'll give you some space.

Walter.

I know...

I know what you're doing.

Being a good listener,
giving me space,

being understanding.

Wait,
did you hear us both talking?

Because, just because I got...
I got it from a ladies magazine

doesn't mean I'm not sincere.

I-I didn't,
I didn't hear anything.

But I appreciate you trying.

And I-I do feel like
you're being sincere.

Well, um... sincerely,

I am sorry

that you're sad about Tim.

(door closes)

TOBY: Hey,
what were you guys doing

out back on the phone?

We called the vet I shook-wiped
earlier to apologize.

He took no offense; he doesn't
like sweaty palms either.

CABE: That's not all he said.

He told us how he used to go to
the Warlock's Chest storefront

when it was a grocery.

Turns out the building
is 90 years old.

Old enough to fall
under the auspices

of the Historic
Zoning Commission,

so I am filing papers to
prevent its destruction.

We may have lost the war,
but Sly won the battle.

Speaking of elections...

(door closes)

How's Sly doing?

I feel just awful about
the veteran thing.

He has perspective.

But your boss is a real S.O.B.

I know.

I can't believe he made
me put that online.

You put that online?

I didn't want to.

He made me. I...

I need my job, Cabe.

I know. I get it, but...

But what?

All these kids, they're my kids.

And they may be brilliant,
but they learn from me, too.

And I can't get
them to understand

a concept like loyalty if I'm
spending time with someone

who went after one of the team.

Even if I did it unwillingly?

I like you, Allie.

But I can't pretend you
didn't do what you did.

So now...

we're done?

I think so.

It's because you're
this kind of guy

that I was attracted to
you in the first place.

I understand.

I'm gonna miss you.

(exhales)

Good-bye, Cabe.

(sniffles)

(door closes)

You didn't have to do that.

Course I did.

She was a heck of a
girl, though.

Sheesh.

The days normally end on a
much higher note around here.

Yeah, well, I got a kid who's
sitting alone in a meat freezer,

and Cabe and Paige

have broken hearts,
so what would you prescribe, Doc?

Oh! Ralphy-boy.
Find the disco ball!

(disco music playing)

Spiked punch.
Just like a real prom.

Like you'd know.

Don't drink the punch, Ralph.

You ready?

Yeah. Uh,
my dad just gave me the VR headset,

totally purified.

Thank you for doing this.

Toby, she's ready.
Get it in gear.

Uno momento.

Can I talk to Ada for a moment?

Yeah. Ada?

Um, I've been brain-storming

preliminary code and I believe
that I can create an algorithm

to compress worldwide
genetic data in such a manner

that even if there is

only one bone marrow match out
there for you, I will find it.

Now, it might take four
months or five months,

or maybe even double
that or even triple that,

but it will not take forever.

Thank you.

(very quietly): Thank you.

Hey. You still there?

Yep. Good, 'cause there's

one more clown that
wants to talk to you.

Put your headset on.

♪ Yeah, beat the clock ♪

♪ Beat the clock ♪

ADA: Whoa, guys.

Th-This is incredible!

(music stops)

Might I have the
honor of this dance?

Anything for a
fellow germophobe.

♪ ♪

♪ There she goes ♪

♪ An angel in my eyes ♪

(chuckles)

♪ There she goes ♪

♪ I love her passing by ♪

(laughs)

♪ I love her ♪

♪ For she is my dream ♪

♪ She is my dream... ♪

You know,
we're doing all this for a girl

who'd give anything
to go to the beach.

You can't live in a genius
bubble forever, Ralph.

I know.

I'll go on the class trip.

Good boy.

Now save the next dance for
me, huh?

♪ I think I'll go home ♪

♪ My future just passed me by ♪

♪ There she goes ♪

Leave it to me to
make the one friend

I can't invite to my wedding.

You really think
that you can get her

out of that bubble one day?

I do.

I'll have to defeat
human nature,

and genetics are the
basis for human nature,

so human nature's
hard to change.

You made great progress

with that today.

You seem to be trying, too.

Still,
it's a billion to one shot.

The fact that you, me,

Toby,
Sly are functioning in society,

helping people,

we're living a
billion to one shot.

♪ I think I'll go home ♪

Ada's gonna be just fine.

♪ My future just passed me by ♪

♪ There she goes ♪

♪ An angel in my eyes ♪

♪ There she goes ♪

♪ I love her passing by ♪

All right,
ready for the razzle-dazzle?

Okay! All right.
You know what...

I'm done. Someone else's turn!

♪ She is my dream. ♪
Shh! Don't break the fantasy.