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My name is Walter O'Brien.

I have the fourth highest IQ ever recorded.

197.

Einstein's was 160.

When I was 11, the FBI arrested me for hacking NASA to get their blueprints for

my bedroom wall.

Now, I run a team of geniuses tackling worldwide threats only we can solve.

Toby's our behaviorist.

Sylvester's a human calculator.

Happy, a mechanical prodigy.

Agent K. Gallows, our government handler.

And Paige? Well, Paige isn't like us.

She's normal and translates the world for us while we help her understand her

genius son.

Together, we are Scorpion.

Orange, purple, tan, pink, blue, blue, green, 870.

Don't hit it so hard, you'll mess up my wiring. I'm going to slap it like it

owes me money.

Speaking of which, 890.

I can do it with my eyes closed.

Green, purple, purple, pink.

I don't like you when you're cocky.

Hey.

Picked up some healthier fare for the fridge. You know, tuna, yogurt.

Brain food.

So glad I try.

Ka-ching! Come on!

Should I ask?

I rigged the game so it'll generate a thousand sequence color pattern. You're

betting on whether Sylvester's memorized it? That's sane. Where's Walter?

Hey, finally got that receipt a client to pay for their system upgrade. I sent

them a lawyer letter.

We don't have a lawyer. They don't know that.

What's this?

Well, if I can map and download this fellow's memory of the maze pattern,

then I can do the same for a human. Losing me. I can transfer someone's

thoughts, consciousness, their very being, forever.

Now, unfortunately, I happen to be working with a stupid mouse. Hey! Are

you doing this for your sister?

Yeah. And for anybody else whose body betrays them.

What's his name?

Why would I name a mouse?

Because it's fun.

The phone's ringing.

We're gambling.

This match is difficult and stubborn. I'll call in Cape Jr.

That's good.

Remind me why no digital voicemail. Because you can't hack analog.

Hi, this message is for Paige Dineen. This is Drew Baker.

I know it's been a long time, Paige. I got your info from the diner. I was

hoping that we could talk. I would really like to see you guys. I really

would. I'm at the same cell number. Okay? Bye. What the hell was that all

about? Nothing.

An acquaintance. You don't sprint downstairs for an acquaintance. Who's

Drew? Old friend.

Bump from acquaintance to old friend in three seconds. Interesting.

Look, it's really not important.

You just put your hand in your stomach, a subconscious protection marker where

you once carried a child. Is Drew Ralph's father? I didn't know Ralph had

a father. How exactly do you think babies are made? You know what I mean.

Not that it's any of your business, but Ralph's dad is a minor league baseball

player. Great, a jock.

We bounced around a lot team to team, and we agreed Ralph should have some

stability. We settled in L.A., and Drew was gonna come out after a season. He

got a job pitching in Mexico, then Tampa, then you can fill in the rest.

How long has it been since you've seen Ralph?

Seven years. Oh, that's great. Father of the year. Excuse me, seven years.

Drew's a difficult part of my life that wasn't easy to put behind me, and I'm

certainly not dusting it off with you guys, so there'll be no further

discussion on this issue. Hey, do you want to know if he's a good guy?

Watch him eat fruit. If he digs into the flesh with his fingernails, a primordial

sign of aggression.

But if he peels it in one long curl, that is a planner.

He's right.

I'm very gentle with plums. Guys, we are not giving him fruit. Thank you.

I can just hack his credit info, see what he's been up to, if he's any risk

to Ralph. Absolutely not. This isn't communal child-rearing.

I'll decide if I call Drew back.

No one else.

What's going on?

Ralph's father's back in town.

Oh, I see.

Is that something you want to discuss with everyone? No.

Then it's settled. Personal business stays personal. Besides, we got some

real business to attend to. Three cons just escaped from Hamilton Federal

Penitentiary. High-tech prison.

Inmates had morning exercise. When they called a lineup, they were gone. No

tunnels, no compromised fences. Gone.

They want you to determine how they beat their state-of-the-art security.

You want us to go inside of a prison?

Are you serious?

Like a pig frame.

What the hell's a pig frame?

It's a cookie.

Kind of your grandma used to give out they had that slogan big frames are very

serious cookie How young are you guys how old are you let's get in the car

You know eight out of ten inmates had dads that were in and out of the picture

Just saying she got a dog. I may be overstepping my balance But a quick run

of potentialities yields few if any positive outcomes from that phone call

An absent father returning out of the blue is fraught with peril. I know none

of you have any idea how inappropriate this all is, but it's off the charts.

You've been quiet.

No advice on how to run my life?

I don't know anything about dads.

Welcome to prison.

Don't worry, son.

You just tell me how you hacked into NASA, and I promise everything will be

okay.

Happy and page be here talking to you Sergei Antonovich and

Roman Volkovsky sell Russian outfit both doing a dime for identity theft well

clearly scumbags But they don't seem to have the technical acumen to break out

of this place.

This one does give me a look Percy tank

You know the guy? Everybody does. He's a hacktivist.

Borderline genius IQ 150.

Sweet spot.

It's high enough to be mentally gifted and low enough to not be like us. A few

years ago, he didn't like the voter fraud tactics of a couple congressional

candidates, so he embedded a virus into the electoral system.

At the end of the election, he reset all the votes down to zero with a message.

Do it again.

Don't cheat this time.

What the hell is the Robin Hood of nerds doing with Russian outfit guys?

No idea.

Was a model prisoner until he disappeared without a clue.

Now, our gates are wired to a central system.

There's still no breach.

Security film's clean. Are all your gates under surveillance?

Oh, but... but one.

This is it.

It used to lead to the loading dock, but not since an upgrade 20 years ago.

It ends five feet in. I don't think they went through this gate.

I think they just used it to escape.

Happy?

Right here.

It's been spackled.

Match the color with toothpaste.

I'm so turned on.

This wire runs to the gate lock.

And this is a wireless transmitter that's been spliced into it.

The escaped cons work maintenance duty? Moved about freely?

Cons with privileges can move about during specific periods during the day,

including work detail and morning PT when they broke out.

You wanna know how they did it?

When the prisoners returned their supplies to the maintenance closet, they

knew that no cameras would be watching a defunct gate. So they only needed a

minute to get through that wall. They attached a transmitter to catch a signal

to open the gate, which is then sent to a cell phone.

A transmitter is small.

But a cell phone?

Nothing that big could get in or out of my prison.

Except convicts. What? What?

Hey, has this door been opened any time over the last few days? Antonov has

dropped a can of cleanser through the bars and...

We opened it to let him get it. You know, the gates would only need to be

opened once to get that access signal. The other gates are under surveillance.

They'd be seen. Not if their phone was programmed with an EMP device.

Localized bursts would disable a camera for three seconds. That's enough time to

get through any prison gate and get out of camera range. I think I know how they

got the phone in. I'd like to go outside now, please.

This is the field out here.

Drew didn't get a return call, so now he's emailing.

Focus.

Warden, when was the last time the cons had extended yard time? Three days ago,

cell block baseball.

One of the escapees played right field. How do you know that? My dad made me

play right field. The worst players always put there because the balls

usually hit to the center or to the left.

If a convict was receiving contraband out here like a cell phone, he

definitely wouldn't play right field because nobody pays attention to the

right fielder. So they smuggled in contraband during a game.

Surely you can't be serious.

Serious is a peak freen, and don't call me Shirley.

Bam! That's how you do it, Cabe. It's easier than you realize, Warden. See,

the Russians are organized crime. They have outside help.

So while everyone else is watching the game, a bird flies 30 feet above the

yard. Except it's not a bird. It's an MAV, a micro air vehicle.

Now, black market drones go for low five figures.

Now, the drone drops the phone right into the right fielder's glove.

These guys like baseball just like Drew.

Did he ever play in a penal league?

Here you are.

Surveillance of Hamilton Penitentiary ball game three days ago.

How did you get that?

It's not that hard. Look, right there.

There's the drone.

Maybe that's just a bird.

Well, that bird has taken one heck of a dookie.

I'll be damned.

That's a phone.

Whoever made that drop wasn't far outside these walls.

As soon as they were done, I bet they stopped flying that bird and just took

off. Assuming a two-pound drone with a lithium battery, 12-inch wingspan, six

knot winds, it would have glided to a stop roughly 1.37 miles southeast of

here. Take Sylvester, find that drone.

Look, I don't care about the location of the drone. I care about the location of

my convicts. Uh-huh, uh-huh.

It's a satellite image of one of the cons running by the tree line.

We don't want you hacking into U.S. satellites without permission.

I'm not. These are China's.

Hold on.

Look at how that other guy's grabbing Percy.

How much time did he have left? Ten months.

Why would he want to break out now with short time left?

Maybe he didn't want to break out. He's got a funny way of showing it. What if

they forced him to?

They needed him to escape. The odds are they need him for something else.

Otherwise, you would have already found his corpse by now. Warden, chances are

you're dealing with two jailbreaks, one kidnapping.

Let me see this.

You know, Percy Tate's highly intelligent and was vulnerable here, and

was quite possibly taken advantage of.

Ralph's also vulnerable, like most child geniuses.

I can see you're getting to something.

I was about Ralph's age when Cape suddenly appeared in my life.

My dad was a good man, but he never really understood me, so Cape filled a

void. But when things got complicated between us, it was hard to bounce back.

I get it.

But I can handle it, okay?

This would be a tough situation if Ralph were a regular kid.

We could look into the guy.

She told me not to.

That's right.

She told you not to.

Whoa, whoa, careful.

Don't hurt Birdroni. You named it?

I didn't have any pets growing up.

Anything? Bird wasn't on recon mode, so there's no film to help us. But I did

study the code that Percy used to rig the election.

It was able to change vote tallies in the one-tenth of a second it took to

digitally transfer the data from the various districts to the election

commissioner. He expertly exploited a minuscule point of failure.

He's quite bright.

Make sure you get him to sign your yearbook when we arrest him. See?

That is the problem.

Percy states a brilliant mind, and you mock him.

He's a criminal who clearly masterminded this breakout.

He's mentally enabled, and I think he may have been taken advantage of because

of it. I'm amazed that geniuses can even get duped. Easily. We become so focused,

we lose peripheral vision, and it's on the outskirts where ulterior motives

lie. Geniuses state facts, so we assume others state facts, too. You've become

ostracized from an early age for being different.

Or if someone targets you because they have something to gain, you don't see

their motives until it's too late. After a while, it starts to affect your core

self. You trust no one. You grow up to be distant.

Like Walter.

You're scared of your own shadow.

Like me.

Angry. Present.

Or a condescending jerk.

Like Toby. What the hell's a doc anyway?

I have him looking into something.

Not all smart people are saints, O'Brien.

Except letting that genius-sized chip on your shoulder cloud your judgment.

Gallo.

Really?

Well, gentleman genius Percy Tate and his pals just carjacked a ride and sent

two guys to the hospital.

Let's move.

Sprinkles!

Sprinkles!

Hey, excuse me. Have you seen my dog?

No, sorry. He's a teacup chihuahua. You could easily miss him. That's probably

why I didn't see him.

He just took off, and I know a coyote is going to swallow him whole. I'm sick

over this.

Well, I'm sure he'll turn up. Could you drive me around the neighborhood to look

for sprinkles? No, sorry. I got someplace to be.

Excuse me.

Condescending jerk.

Here's the security footage of the carjacking.

Percy's car was found in the woods a mile from here.

Caught a screw in a tire.

Odds are it's a getaway ride, stashed in the woods near the prison.

Well, that's why they did this carjacking. They needed a new vehicle.

Civilian clothes, weapons.

I bet that duffel bag has food, water, money in it.

And a laptop.

For what other reason would Percy still be alive other than they have some need

for his coding skills? They're gonna have him working at whatever it is their

larger plan is as soon as they're settled. If there's a bigger plan at

play here, what is it?

Hold on.

Rewind that.

Look at Percy's hands.

He's messing with something behind his back.

He took this number 5 from the price sign and stuck it next to the X.

And he pushed it all the way to the right from the middle of the rack. Why?

Okay, the X is Roman for 10 plus 5 is 15.

He wasn't pushing it right. He was pushing it east.

I-15.

I-15 east.

You're reaching. No, no, no. He knew the cops would investigate this crime scene.

He had seconds to leave a message. He did.

Or he just bumped into the display. Let's just assume the guy with the 197

IQ is right.

We could use Amber Alerts on the 15 to send a coded message so he can contact

us. This guy's a borderline genius.

We make it too hard, he won't get it. We make it too easy, we're gonna get

responses from every math geek out for a ride.

We need a sweet spot. Well, you guys do whatever it is you gotta do, but I'm

gonna need actionable intelligence that Percy Tate is trying to contact you

before I send in personnel.

That's protocol, and I'm following it.

I had to follow protocol.

We had to hold him until determination he wasn't a threat.

But three days?

Well, it wasn't ideal, but now we know he's just a curious boy, not a bad one.

Truth is, the more we got to know each other, I realized he's pretty amazing.

So amazing.

I think he earned something.

Go ahead.

Isn't that one of the damn things that started all this trouble?

Well, I think you'll be more careful moving forward, right, kiddo?

Yes, sir.

On one condition.

You use that to stay in touch with me.

I'd hate to think that this would be the last time I'd see someone like you.

Anything?

Walter, anything?

I made the alerts look like they're malfunctioning, but no response yet.

There's a message in those I-15 signs?

There's a pattern mimicking Pascal's triangle.

Each number is the sum of the two numbers above, except for the edges,

which are all ones.

If you shade in all the odd numbers, what you're left with is an address for

an online bulletin board that is secure, which you can reach us at for help.

After passing a few signs, a coder like Percy should pick up on it.

How could he miss it?

We got general background information on Mr. Drew Baker.

Great. What'd he find?

Lots. From a personality standpoint, he displayed just moderate empathy for

someone who just lost a dog. And when I made physical contact with him, he

defaulted to a combative stance instead of one of defense.

He might have a short temper. Where'd you touch him?

His lips. Very softly. I touched his arm, potato head. And not for nothing,

but he was a little judgmental when I told him I had a teacup chihuahua.

Macho putz. Even worse?

Background check shows he pled guilty to a battery charge 12 years ago before he

knew Paige.

I couldn't find the details online, but I'm still looking. Battery?

And he wants to see Ralph?

This guy, he seemed impulsive. I wouldn't put it past him coming here.

I'm always right.

Hey, can I help you?

Hi. Yeah, I'm looking for Paige.

Drew?

Walter, I got it.

Why don't you come over here?

Thanks.

Makes me nervous.

What the hell are you doing here? I'm sorry, it's inappropriate, but I never

heard back from you, and I'm only in town a couple of days. I wanted to see

the child you abandoned.

I don't blame you for hating me. It has nothing to do with me. It has to do with

my son.

Our son?

My son.

Fair enough. Look, I know the damage that I caused.

Because I just wanted to run around, play ball like a child, act like a

child. But baseball is going away. I'm a 31-year-old washed-up reliever.

Only good thing I did in my life, I deserted.

I just, I want to see that little baby that I used to hold.

Well, he is not little anymore.

And he is special.

In more ways than you could imagine.

I know you've had your hands full with his developmental delays.

I just... Would your guest like some fruit?

Excuse me? He's fine. He doesn't want fruit.

Come on, Babe Ruth. Take a peach.

I'm good, thank you.

Okay.

You were always an amazing mother, so whatever you decide to do, that's the

right move.

Just know my intentions are good, and I just want Ralph to know that I never

stop thinking about him. It's Percy.

The kidnappers must have him on the computer.

You need to leave now.

What do you guys do here?

I need to take care of this, so I will let you know when I decide.

Where is it?

312, rule route 9, help.

That's way out past Newhall.

Not much is out there. Except Percy Tate.

Possibly, but like you said, someone else could have cracked the code and is

messing with us. Cade wants actionable intelligence.

So we'll confirm he's there, then call Cade. How do we do that? We can't just

walk up and knock on the door of their safe house.

You won't have to.

No, no.

Bertroni, no.

Looks like the make and model of a car they stole. I can't get a good look.

You need to swoop down past the window on an angle. You can't let him get a

good look at that thing. I know. Why are you flying it so low?

Just getting the hang of it. You're scared it's going to crash and hurt

itself. It's not a real pet.

I know what I'm doing, Toby. Just let me do it. No.

Happy built this for me.

Let's go.

Stop, Eddie!

Oh, no.

You know I've said this before, but not good.

Stay down. They don't see us.

Well,

this is gonna be a tough one to explain.

You like those encryptions I sent you last month?

Only the last few were difficult.

That took the Navy's best cryptographers weeks to do what you did in days.

Got something else I'd like you to do.

Trying to develop a new tracking software to drop aid packages to

refugees. Think that's something you want to take a crack at?

You want my help for a real project?

Well, set it up.

You want to tell me how you got that shiner?

It's just bullies.

They don't like me because I'm different.

They don't like you because they're scared of what you can do.

What do you say I teach you a few things before I go?

Stand up. Get on your feet. Come on.

Up. Get on your feet.

Get your feet under you. Put your hands up like this.

Right? And when they come at you, you're gonna block and counter.

All right? Rule number one, always go for the nose.

Hands up.

You ready?

Here it comes.

There you go. Perfect.

You got to be more careful, Walter.

You guys could have been killed.

All right, it didn't go according to plan, but I was right about the

kidnapping. Now's not the time to poke the bear.

This Russian outfit has safe houses all over L.A. and the Inland Empire.

These guys are in the wind now. Uh, Walter?

Seems when Badroni went through the window, he smashed Percy's computer, but

he caught an image of the laptop.

That is the code that Percy used to hack the election. But he's changing it. He's

got an account siphon router with a foreign prefix.

Which means... Which means the Russians are making him modify software, and part

of it has to do with sending money overseas. But I can't tell where just

from looking at this. I'll have the Treasury Department trace his account

number. Percy should be traced as well.

After what happened here, the convicts must know that he's the one that tipped

their location.

He won't be able to contact us again.

I'll be watching him like a hawk. So then we'll be watching them.

If we can capture the digital ID for when Percy IM'd us, we should be able to

track it to his computer's IP address.

We can hack his webcam and watch him. And maybe we can get a clue as to where

he is or what they're forcing him to do. I'm sure of the shot.

Let's do it.

I said I won't be here soon, but I wanted to talk to you first, okay?

It's a tantrum. It's shapes made out of shapes.

It's squares squared.

Wow.

That's very cool.

Sweetheart, what do you remember about your father?

He was tall, he liked his toast burnt, and he left to see a movie.

What? When we left for L.A., he said he'd catch up with us later.

He was just going to see a movie.

There were 12 theaters within 20 miles of our home.

48 screens, 227 showings.

Average run time, 112 minutes.

Maybe you just wanted to stay and see more movies.

I know you're going to tell me to shut it again, but watching a kid learn that

Daddy's come back has got to be hurting him.

I'm not your patient, Doc.

You're my friend.

Here. While checking on Drew today, I also hacked social services, pulled your

records.

There is some photos in there. Your dad, your mother.

My mother died during childbirth.

You have the wrong paperwork.

Your dad put photos in there in case you ever pulled your file.

I'm a decent hacker.

I could have gotten this myself if I wanted.

But he left me.

I am not chasing him.

I don't need him.

Love you, Ralph.

I'll see you when I get home.

Bye. Bye.

Drive carefully. Okay.

Bye. Bye.

Hey. Hey.

Um, I don't want to butt in, but can I at least ask how he took it?

I couldn't tell him.

Not yet.

It's prudent.

Maybe the best course is to never tell him. What happened to not butting in?

Hey, hey, hey.

People change a lot over seven years. You don't even know Drew anymore. He

might not be this sweet baseball player from St. Louis. He may be a danger.

How do you know he's from St. Louis?

Um... You looked into him?

Yeah, we did, and be thankful that we did, because he has a conviction for

battery. We?

That's it. Paige, Paige. No, hold on. No. Paige.

Hey.

Listen up.

I don't remember any of you in the delivery room with me or at the ER when

Ralph had whooping cough or at a single PTA meeting, but somehow you all have an

equal vote.

Hell no. We were just worried.

We love Ralph. We're only trying to properly analyze the situation.

This isn't an analytical issue. It's emotional, which means you're ill

-equipped. You're too involved.

You are not Ralph's father, and whether he meets his dad is my decision.

Holy smokes.

Guys, it's Percy.

It's Percy, guys.

I tracked his IM handle.

Turn the webcam light off so the Russians can't see it. Start recording.

Oh, God. What are they saying? No sound. Mic must have broken when Badroni

smashed Percy's laptop.

If we could hear them, we might get a clue where they are.

Zoom in on that chip bag.

Look at it.

The polypropylene film is vibrating from the sound waves that the convict's

shouting. I know what you're thinking. I think we all do. I'll prep the wave

imaging software.

Where are all the chips?

I replaced them with healthier choices.

Oh, okay.

the hell are you guys doing do you hear the gravel in that voice you're our guy

wait a minute i'm nobody's guy until i know what the hell's going on russians

from a historical genetic standpoint have more elastic soft tissue from folic

acid deficiency thousand years of vodka and cigarettes will do that to you the

result is long vocal cords and deep voices you're our closest vocal match

you'll say the phonetic alphabet near that bag and these sensors will record

the ripple waves on the bag that correspond with each sound and we'll

compare them to the way sylvester software picks up in the film on Percy's

bag. Now, when the waves match, we'll know the sound being said on film, even

though we can't hear it.

You got it? Does it really matter?

Nope. Let's start.

A, B, C.

What are you doing?

Not A, B, C. It's phonetics. I, A, A, B, ba, ba, like that.

All right, take it easy.

It's my first time yelling at a bag of chips.

A,

uh, eh.

Good job, Cabe. It's working. Keep going.

A moment while Cabe finishes up. Oh, dear.

C.

Not that I need to explain anything to you, but Drew was pitching in Toledo,

and he nailed a batter who'd homered off him earlier and broke the guy's forearm.

Prosecutors brought charges to get some press, and Drew took a plea.

That's the battery charge.

I'm a little overprotective of Ralph, which I'm sure you understand.

Look, for what it's worth, I am gonna tell Drew no.

I think it's too confusing for Ralph right now. Maybe when he's older.

It's your decision.

The software matched Cabe's waves to the waves on Percy's bag.

He couldn't pick up everything, but we got an S, an O, a C, a K.

Sock.

Change. Sock change.

What the hell does that mean?

Wait.

Percy's election code took advantage of a tenth of a second gap in vote

reporting, and the cons are forcing him to change it to siphon money.

Could he be tweaking it to exploit the split-second gap from when a stock price

is set to when it's publicly posted?

Stock exchange. Stock exchange. Okay. If this virus code gets uploaded to the

stock exchange server... They could trade stocks on price data before

anybody has it. They could make billions with no one ever knowing. But why do all

this now?

Quick Google on the exchange software shows a major upgrade for next month.

Percy's code wouldn't work when that happened. No one who's planning

something like this leaves witnesses behind. Percy is dead the minute he

finishes that code.

He needs to know we found him. The Ruskies ain't looking.

Flash that cam light.

There. His eye's locked in on the light.

They're not looking, you jackass. Tell us where you are.

Sweet baby. Jane, is that Morse code?

You know Morse code?

How old are you?

Van de Karp Farm.

Building S.

Let's go.

Hold the beat.

Just got a text from the Treasury Department.

They ran a trace on that foreign account.

It's only in Percy's name.

What does that mean?

It means that Percy was planning on ripping off the Russians this whole

time.

He's not as innocent as we thought.

Percy's ingenious. He has a code that can steal billions with no one knowing,

but in a month it's useless. So he knows he has to break out of prison now, but

he doesn't have the wherewithal to get a phone smuggled in, a getaway car, a safe

house. He needs the Russians.

So he breaks out with them, sets up his get-rich-quick scheme, and figures he'll

just do something to get them all busted. Like stick a screw in the tire

of the getaway ride.

Enough to get the cops on their trail.

We play right into his hands. Once he gets caught, he plays innocent, says he

was forced to run, maybe gets an extra year. He gets out, he's got a fortune

overseas. But his plan was to be captured, not almost captured.

So after we almost nabbed him at the safe house, the Russians knew he tipped

us off.

They beat the truth out of him, and now his last act on Earth is going to be to

make those guys rich.

Walter, does that sound right to you?

Are you still there, son?

I know that's my software they're using to drop bombs.

Not aid packages.

It'll kill thousands of innocents.

I didn't know that was the end game, son.

I swear.

Yeah, that sounds right to me.

He deceived us. He took advantage of us.

Everything that normals usually do to geniuses.

I thought he was one of us.

I want to nail this guy.

Homeline will come in from the south of Building S.

Your men will hit the north.

It's a silent maneuver in case they have police scanners, so comms off.

We'll drive halfway there, and then we'll hoof it so they don't hear our

approach. Copy that.

Target's 800 yards on the other side of the compound, so you'll be safe here.

See you when we got the bad guys.

My team with me.

Looks like Percy's getting close to finishing that code for them.

There's Morse coding again.

Near.

Done.

Self? He means help.

Oh, my God. S is three dots. H is four dots.

I sent Cape to building S instead of building H.

Hey, Cape!

He's going to the wrong side of the compound.

Call him. We can't. The comms are off.

Once Percy sends that code to the stock exchange, he's as good as dead.

We got to get him out of there.

We're not putting ourselves in danger for someone who's been playing us this

whole time. We're gonna save him because I want the satisfaction of looking him

in the eyes when he's cuffed. Let him know the people he manipulated, they're

the ones who are sending him back inside.

How do we rescue a man being held by armed Russians in an abandoned dairy

farm outside Camarillo? You have no idea how many times I've been asked that

question.

Guys, building edge is close.

Follow me, follow me.

Okay, Happy, see if you can get any gas out of that tractor.

Paige, find her something to collect it in.

You got time to fill me in?

Farmer's belt in the 20s.

These old knob and tube wiring so no grounding conductor now if I target

concentrated Microfrequency waves which this remote emits to the second floor

circuit breaker and I can cause it to short out But I will need an accelerant

which I almost have for you even if we get a fire going to flush them out They

have guns and so we have an idea Doc

come with me and bring your laptop

Okay. I should be getting some short-circuiting smoke through the

circuit breaker by now.

Can't take my hands off the remote control, so I'm gonna need one of you to

throw that accelerant through the window.

Hurry. Me?

I couldn't hit a donkey's ass with a banjo. You played baseball. I played

right field.

Are you serious?

That was a peak, Freen.

Please. You can just let me go.

No one will know.

Shut up and finish!

I need that acceleration. Sylvester, this is your chance to show your dad he

was wrong to stick you in right field. I know you can do it.

Come on.

You can do it.

One

more

time, go!

There's fire everywhere.

Let's get out of here.

Freeze!

FBI! Drop those heaters before I put more holes in you than a salt shaker.

Yeah, that's right, turkeys.

Got you lit up like Chinese New Year.

Happy, stop shaking that DVD laser so much. Shut up. If you shoot...

We killed this guy. Oh! Oh, you want to kill a comic? Go ahead.

If you want to dance, let's dance. I got nothing to lose, comrade.

What is wrong with you? Russian men grow up watching bootleg American 80s action

films. I'm the crazy, unpredictable cop with a suicidal streak.

It's working.

What the hell's this?

Oh, man.

Your laptop's dying.

If you're FBI, show yourself.

No.

We're in trouble.

Who else is with you? No one. Just us.

Show yourself, or your friends die.

Walter. Take Paige. Go. We are not leaving him. Walter's the boss, okay?

You were right. Ralph needs you to account for him, not a bunch of

geniuses. Now go.

Go.

Coming out.

Unarmed.

Come on. Come on. Let's go.

Federal agents.

You're surrounded.

Nice try.

We shoot them inside.

Let the fire take care of the bodies. Let's go!

Move!

Drop your weapons!

Don't move.

Look at that.

You remember to go for the nose.

It's bad enough when people who aren't enabled exploit us. But if we can't

trust each other, there's no one left.

I know you're not wrong often, but you've taken this miscalculation of

Percy pretty strong. I don't care about Percy.

Is this about you and me?

What happened with Baghdad when you were a kid?

Your closest thing I had to a father, and you betrayed me.

I don't think I've ever really forgiven you for that.

And that's why you've been worried about Ralph's old man coming around.

You're worried he might get hurt, just like I hurt you.

You should get back.

Hey. Hey.

I know we don't know each other that well, but I gotta say something to you.

Please don't talk to me about Drew. You are the only one who hasn't tried to

tell me how to parent today.

I don't want to talk about Drew. I want to talk about Ralph. Oh, well, that was

nice while it lasted.

Listen to me.

Walter thinks he knows what's best for that kid. You think you know what's best

for that kid. But the truth is, I know what's best for that kid. Happy?

My dad disappeared.

Ralph counted all the movies his father may have seen.

I watched from the windows of a dozen foster homes for a red truck with a

dented fender.

We have both spent our lives waiting for someone to come home.

Just to know we still matter.

So if there's even a chance you can end what Ralph's going through, then you do

it.

That's it.

I'm done.

You're going to let him meet Ralph.

No, I'm going to let Ralph meet him.

I'm doing it for my son, not Drew. You're going to tell him Ralph's a

genius. That carries risk.

If Drew's going to have a relationship with his son, he needs to know who he

is. And Ralph's mind is one of the things that makes him special.

Moving forward, no more interfering.

If Ralph doesn't need me, I will be close by.

Excuse me. Yeah.

I was wondering if you're hiring. Sorry, I'm barely keeping this place afloat

myself. Okay.

Thanks.

It's tough out there, huh?

You been out of work long? No.

I got a job.

It's just intense at times.

Wrenching relaxes me.

Me too.

Okay.

Take it easy.

Hey. Yeah.

You know, you can save some time if you come in underneath the oil gasket.

Is that right?

You mind?

No.

Aren't you? Go ahead.

All right.

Yeah.

Pretty good.

Thanks.

Hey.

Hey, Ralph.

Wanna sit?

I'm really happy to see you again.

How'd you know I'd be here?

You look after the kid, I'll look after you just like I used to.

That's how this is gonna work.

Okay?

Okay.

Big free?