All language subtitles for SCORPION - S01 E11 - Revenge (720p - Web-DL)

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 Cabe Gallo's 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.

Friday's shipment was late.

I know. Small snafu.

I'll do my best so it won't
happen again, promise.

Don't do your best, Gary,
do my best, you understand?

- Yes, Sir.
- Get down!

Everybody down on the ground!

No one move!

Okay, friend, we're just a
safe manufacturing company.

We don't actually store...

Anyone else want to
explain things to me?

Thanks.

Don't shoot!

I got it.

Patel, you sneaky little creep.

You think a sniper
rocket's gonna take me out?

Once you think I'm
gone, I come back!

Like herpes.

Couldn't you play something less
violent, like Mario Bros.?

Quiet, Luigi.

Get ready to feel some
pain, son!

Oh, wow, for a second there,

I thought that Cabe was
interrogating someone.

Ralph doesn't even act like
this when he plays this game.

Where is Ralph?
Did you drop him off at school?

No. Slept at his
dad's last night.

Oh, that's, um...

good they're, um...

getting on well
together; it's positive.

It is. They're connecting.

It's... it's really good for Ralph.
And Drew.

Speak of the devil.

- Oh, hey, guys.
- Hey.

Dad got me an erector set.

What? That is super cool.

Looks like you guys
had a great night.

Box looks old.

Well, it's a collectible.

It's one of the first
ones Gilbert made.

I had one when I was a kid.

That was nice.

Yeah, he likes telescopes.

But it is, um...

it's cool though.

You want to go play with that?

Could I, um,
talk to you for a second?

Mm-hmm.

Cabe.

Um, I just wanted to
ask you something.

Oh, I've seen these guys build

a parabolic mic
out of an umbrella.

If they're gonna listen,
they're gonna listen.

Uh... I just wanted to know

if you wanted to have
dinner with me tonight.

Oh.

I... I don't know.

I'm not proposing;
it's just dinner.

Since I got back into town,
we haven't had two minutes

just... us.

But you and I both know it's...
it's not that simple.

So let me think about it.

Absolutely.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Hey.

Sylvester?

Yeah?

Any reason you're not
making eye contact with me?

Yes. I'm uncomfortable
because we eavesdropped.

Way to stay strong, Sly.

It was Toby's idea.

You guys fold like a card table.

It's really not a big deal.

His seed blossomed
in your fertile soil.

The emotional bond
between the two of you

is ever present...
it's a huge deal.

- What's a huge deal?
- Drew asked Paige out.

Oh.

I didn't say yes... yet,

and it's really not a topic
for public consumption.

Yeah, you're right.

Besides,
we got to focus on work.

Cabe just called
with a new case.

We can drop Ralph off
at school on the way.

Sylvester,
stop letting Toby corrupt you.

Gallo.

Well, you look the same as
you did seven years ago.

Not a compliment.

Nothing worse than getting
an insult from a lady.

Thank God it's coming from you.

That's nice... witty banter.

My favorite kind of banter.

Gang, this is Agent Simone
Taylor from Interpol; we worked

an international task
force seven years ago.

Thanks for coming.

You really think we're
dealing with The Ghosts?

Who are The Ghosts?

They're an international,
incredibly effective,

incredibly brutal
gang of thieves.

Jewels, cash, artwork.

If you pay them enough,
they'll steal anything.

And they don't care
who they kill doing it.

Case in point.

They're headed up by Javier
Acosta, out of Barcelona.

He handpicked his team.

Sounds like a job
for law enforcement.

Or Superman.

Law enforcement's been
on this for over a decade

and have gotten nowhere.

Your team is starting
to get a reputation.

A good one?

Yes.

Let me show you the crime scene.

They make safes here?

Complex security systems.

High-end, top of the
line, very expensive.

The Ghosts stole a safe?

No, they just broke into one.

The system they breached,

TD-9000... brand-new technology,

can be used on any size vault.

More than a dozen interlocking
composite-steel bolts,

reinforced receiving cups,
ten-gear release mechanism.

This could withstand a 9.0 quake
or an industrial thermal lance.

Yes, but our witnesses said

they got in with
a glass of water.

Th-They did what?

This... just, um...

this could be a...

a theoretical long shot,

but the lock you just described
is as tight as a drum,

which has its strengths
and weaknesses.

Now, water,
put in a confined space,

dips a little bit in the center...
it's called a meniscus.

So the glass goes on top of
the wheel casing, and then...

And when the notches align,
there's a slight release

in the tension of the gears
that are wound so tightly

on this bad boy that release
makes the meniscus move,

the water ripples, which means

you've hit a combination number.

Some of these systems

can only be purchased by
licensed banking institutions.

Correct.

Since they couldn't test

their water hypothesis at
home, they came to the source.

They saw they were right,
and then they left.

Not without killing
innocent people.

Now they're planning
on hitting up

the banks that have
this system in place.

That's the theory
we're working on.

Do you mind if we look
around a little bit?

- No, go ahead.
- Okay.

Same as last time...
shrapnel everywhere,

but nothing in the
vault that can help.

Run what you found for DNA.

Even though we both know
what the results will be.

Thank you.

Fill me in.

They leave small
metal boxes behind

in the vault...
IEDs filled with perchloric acid and oil.

A timer pops, the top opens,
setting off an explosion.

The acid kills any DNA that
might have been left behind,

and the oil
compromises all prints.

Exactly. They're smart.

Maybe.

But they ain't
smarter than my guys.

So, they came to the
source to run a test.

Scientific... method.

You have to respect
their process.

Except for the murder part.

Walter, I think that going
after these types of people

is not what we are
best suited for.

And it's not just
my fear talking.

It's a question of skill sets.

Duly noted.

Don't touch that!

Mr. Dodd is alive,
but he's in critical condition.

We've moved Mr. Dodd
into surgery...

Sylvester.
You can call him Sylvester.

Sylvester has shrapnel
in his chest and abdomen.

The heat from the explosion
combined with the acid

burned through his clothes
and scalded his skin.

The blunt force trauma from
striking his head on the floor

has caused swelling about the
brain but no focal injury.

H-His brain will recover though?

We won't know the extent of
the damage until he's awake.

Do you think he's gonna make it?

I don't like to speculate.

Speculate anyway.

I don't think we're
communicating the kind

of mind you're dealing with...
this man is a supercomputer.

He's getting the
best care possible.

Excuse me.

Walter.

Hey, Megan.

She's doing her physical
therapy here in the north wing.

She will be our
eyes and our ears.

Meet me at the car.

Wh-Where are we going?

We're gonna work.

Thanks for rushing here.

Yeah. This is so awful.

- How is he doing?
- Well, he's in surgery.

But you will relay
all information to me?

Anything I hear.

Any decisions that need to be
made, anything on the fly,

and you can't contact me,
I need you to think like me.

How would I respond,
what would I ask.

I'll try.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Okay.

There's a reason a cop
gets taken off a case

when his partner gets wounded.

I'm not a cop.

It infuses the investigation with
anger, emotion, revenge.

You get myopic,
can't see the forest for the trees.

See, I don't have those
feelings, so if you...

There is no purpose
to this conversation.

If you expect me
to stand down...

They put our boy
in the hospital.

There's no way any of
us are gonna standown.

I'm just bringing it
to your attention.

Keep your focus,
or it'll cost you.

Let's find out who else uses
the TD-9000 security system.

That's gonna be the
team's next target.

Let's go.

Drexler Bank in Agoura.

Leeside Savings, Burbank.

Toby.

Toby?

Toby?

Uh, Business Bank of Sylmar.

So the sophistication
of the team cuts out

a cash haul...
it's too easy to trace

and too hard to carry.

They're after something small...

jewels or a hard drive.

Is there any word from your
sister, Walt?

I would've told you.

Now please help me eliminate
these possibilities.

The Ghosts do not
sit on their hands.

Their primary strike
will come very soon.

Uh... okay.

So maybe start with locations.
Um...

Proximity to freeways,
airports, the escape routes.

Then we can calculate the
statistical likelihood

of one site over
another, which...

is Sylvester's forte.

I need to take one minute.

- We don't have a minute, Toby.
- I'm taking one anyway.

I'll be right back.

They need to process
what's happened.

No, they need to use it.
Not to be callous,

but they're the perfect
team to be working on this.

Can you think of anyone
else more invested?

So what's going on, Doc?

Do you think I was
wrong in there?

With Lord Walter?

What's the...
psychiatric term for crapping on one guy

when you're upset
about something else?

Displacement.

I have known Sylvester
since he was 16 years old.

He once sold his entire
comic book collection

just to cover my rent;
and I always told him

I'll pay him back
for that one day.

And you'll get your chance.

Doctor, how is he?

He's stabilized.
But we won't know

the extent of brain
function till he wakes up.

Oh, God.

Could've been worse.

The one-inch piece of shrapnel
that was threatening his heart

lodged in his sternum.

If it hadn't, he'd be dead.

I'll keep you posted.

Wait.

That piece of shrapnel...
my brother will want to see it.

Nowhere near
freeways or airports.

Leaves us with 38.
Can you please tell Happy

and Toby to get back in here?

They're trying to
work through the fact

their friend's life's in danger.

And so are you,
just in a different way.

Oh.

This branch was on
fire two weeks ago.

It's being rebuilt.

Walter's doing his job,
and he's doing it well.

When someone's really
focused like this,

it's best to give
them their space.

Sometimes it's better
to give them time.

We have none.
The group who wounded your friend,

they'll disappear into the ether
and then they will kill again.

I've never seen that before...
the lining.

We've never recovered
a piece of shrapnel

bigger than a millimeter.
And only metal.

I'm sorry, you're gonna
have to clear this hall.

Too many people...

Okay, we are busy here.

It's okay, Sir.

We'll be moving on
in just a moment.

It's government business.

Okay,
abusing the fire extinguisher

is another form of displacement.

We deal with stress differently.

You reminisce, I smash things.

Happy,
what do you get from this?

The Ghosts need an industrial
plastic liner inside those IEDs

to keep the acid from eating
through the metal casing.

An explosion would
normally melt it.

Well,
how'd it survive this time?

It was in Sylvester.

When the IED exploded,
it superheated all the metal.

The bits that went into
Sylvester cooled down

from, say, 400 degrees to 150

very quickly because the human
body is good at absorbing heat.

How does it help us?

Polyethylene plastic is hard
as hell to affix to metal.

There are processes,
especially used in car parts.

I know a few guys who
do this quality of work.

But I'll have to
do some research.

There's no time. These guys,

how long has each
been in the business?

Uh, one guy, 30 years,
the other two about five each.

Well,
we'll scratch the old-timer.

The other two,
either one has kids?

Neither.

How about doing time?

Dirty John Tucker did a stretch.

The man's name is Dirty
John and he did time.

What the hell are we
playing 20 Questions for?

Good luck with him.
He won't talk.

We'll think of something.

We'll make him talk.

What the hell is going on
here, man?

All right. So, good. I...

I guess now you got the
guy who really knows.

I can go?

Shut up.

The only words coming
out of your mouth

need to be concerning this.

And what the hell is that?

It's not gonna be easy
to crack this guy.

I got nothing to say to
you, bud.

Nada.

We've narrowed it down.

One of you two guys,
you built the box

that this shrapnel came from.

And I want you to
tell me who it is.

Oh, come on, man.

Are you for real?

I just...
I just work in a plastics factory.

I just want to get out of here.
Please.

You want to go first?

No. Please don't.

No.

Tell me the truth.

I told you,
I didn't make any boxes...

Oh, God!

Oh, God...

I swear it wasn't me!

Oh, God!

Oh, oh, God!

Okay.

Okay, let's talk.

Was there a reason you
had a fake blood pack

and retractable knife
just lying around?

I had to teach an old
boyfriend a lesson.

Okay, guys,
I admit that I build stuff

for shady people
from time to time.

Lock picks, smoke bombs.

Incendiary explosive devices?

Those boxes were built
to very detailed specs.

Such as?

Heavy polymer lining

used to handle powerful
non-ionized acids

as well as incineration
under high heats.

He ordered 20.

In my game,
it's best you don't know.

Can't imagine why they
call you Dirty John.

We need the name of the buyer.

He never gave a name.

Look, he's a handsome dude.

He-he spoke with a Spanish
accent, but...

That's him.

Crazy son of a bitch.

When he showed up to
pick up the package,

I told him I needed
an extra hour.

He went nuts,
shoved a gun right in my mouth.

Something's off.

Javier's cold-blooded,

but shoving guns in people's
mouths sounds emotional.

Javier never loses his cool.

When you do that,
people remember you.

Exactly. He slipped up,

and now we have everything we
need to find their next target.

How do you figure?

Javier received 20
incendiary devices

from Dirty John,
but when The Ghosts hit the safe factory,

they only used 15.

Meaning he has five left.

The Ghosts are nothing
if not efficient.

Now, if each incendiary
device wipes out exactly

14-and-a-half feet of
evidence, then...

We narrow our search

by figuring out which vault
requires exactly five devices.

Happy, we need the blueprints
for every bank on that wall.

Size of the vault is key.

Already on it.

We need to scan for
spatial parameters.

He really is on fire today.

Fire is exactly what
Sylvester needs.

Come on, big guy.

Wake up.

We were just starting to
get to know each other.

Just open your eyes.

Come on.

Blink for me.

Sylvester?

Sylvester?

Oh, my God. Nurse!

Get me two milligrams of
Lorazepam, stat!

Pulse is 66 and strong.

Intact. No signs of dehiscence.

That's everything the
doctors have told me so far.

How bad was the seizure?

A grand mal caused by the
swelling in his brain.

And what's his status?

They're not sure.

No way to tell yet.

I'm sorry, Walter.

Okay, thank you for the update.

We need to keep it together.

We have to focus.

It isn't healthy to
pretend we're not hurting.

You want to talk about hurting?

Sylvester is hurting,
so take a moment if you need to,

and then get back to
scanning those blueprints.

Hey, wait.

Let him take a beat.

You have no idea how close

we might be to
catching these guys.

And then what? You ever think

what we'll do the day
after we catch them?

You can't be so driven

that you don't see the
next step ahead of you

or what you're doing
to other people

while you chase your goal.

For me, it's Taekwondo.

But if this Good Will Hunting
thing is how you vent...

Whatever works.

Just trying to stay sharp.

I get it.

There's a lot more
answers on that board

than there are in your
friend's hospital room.

You're pissed.

You know, I don't, uh...

I don't... get pissed.

Ah.

Well, you could have fooled me.

Seven years ago,

my partner and I were
tailing Javier and his crew.

When we got close,

they practically cut him
in half with bullets.

I'm sorry about your friend.

He's, uh...

He's spent every day
since in a wheelchair,

drinking meals through a straw.

What you're feeling right
now, I still feel every day.

- How do you deal with it?
- Focus.

For seven years,
catching these guys is the last thing

I think about when I
go to sleep at night

and my first thought
when I wake up.

I'm not saying you can't grieve.

I'm saying you can't grieve now.

These people can't get away.

They won't.

And when we finally
lock them up...

well, I've been fantasizing

about calling my partner
to give him the good news,

and then finally relaxing
with a stiff drink...

knowing I've done my job.

You know, after seven years,
uh, you deserve a stiff drink.

About earlier...

Me, too. Let's move on.
Bigger fish.

Okay, what do you got?

I just scanned the
last of institutions

with TD-9000 security.

Not a one of them is small
enough to be completely wiped out

by five of those
acid-bath canisters.

Mm.

Maybe we're looking
at this wrong.

Maybe when they hit the safe
factory, it wasn't a test run.

It was an announcement.

They were getting word out
that they cracked the TD-9000,

and they were planning
to hit another one.

And if you had something

you knew The Ghosts wanted
in the TD-9000 vault,

- you got to move it quick.
- And an armored car's

cubic footage can
easily be taken out

by just five of these IEDs.

Boom,
now we're cooking with salt.

Damn right.
We start with this company.

The biggest armored car
service in L.A. County.

Well, let's call and
see who got a truck.

I only had one
new booking today.

Safe deposit box move.

Client by the name of Huertavas.

Let me pull up the job details.

Oh, my God.

That's it.

A few years back,

a Venezuelan cartel boss named
Huertavas hired The Ghosts

to steal a fortune
from his rival.

They grabbed $100 million cash.

Deal was,
Ghosts would get a third cut.

Let me guess. Senor Huertavas
wasn't a man of his word.

He double-crossed them.

They barely got out
of Venezuela alive.

Probably right around the
time they swore revenge.

A team on a revenge mission...
sounds familiar.

Rumor is, Huertavas converted
the cash into diamonds

and hid them
somewhere in the U.S.

A hundred million in diamonds

would fit into a
safe deposit box.

I got it. Got it.

Client ordered safe deposit box

number 1840, moved out from
Santa Monica Trust & Loan.

And what time was the pickup?

Log says it was made
five minutes ago.

Headed east on Olympic now,
turning south on Barrington.

Okay, okay,
you need to call the workers.

Tell them they're in danger.

We're on our way.

I know we want to get the guys
who hurt Sylvester, but...

let's not forget who we are.

Vehicle 117, come in.

What the hell?!

Vasquez, DeLongpre, do you copy?

It's going to give!
We got to return fire!

- There's two down.
- Animals.

Homeland.
You got a 20 on the perps?

Three bikes fled west on Grand.

Highway Patrol's
setting up a roadblock

at the Sepulveda Overpass.

They're gonna ditch the
bikes before we get there.

- Advantage?
- Three-minute head start.

Sylvester. Hi!

Oh, thank God you're awake.

Where...

where's Walter?

Right now I think he's
got his hands full.

We got to get them now.

Once they hit the
freeway or the hills,

they're too maneuverable
on those bikes.

So we cut them off.

Head down to 22nd.

Everybody hang on.

They're headed right for you.

I see them.

Walter, be careful!

You all right?

I wedged my phone
in his backpack.

Nicely done.

Okay, they're going down Tenth.

We can cut them off on Sixth.

All right, this is Homeland
Security Agent Cabe Gallo.

The perps are headed
toward Sixth and Tenth.

We're on our way.

This is LAPD.
We have no sighting

at Sixth and Tenth
Street location.

Wait. That's impossible.

The signal says they're
passing through right now.

They should see
three motorcycles.

I'm not wrong.

We're half a mile from the L.A.
Aqueduct.

They're in the sewers.

They're underground.

They're heading down
Pico towards Santa Fe.

According to the
county DWP match,

there's an outlet hatch by
the Sixth Street tunnel.

We ditch the bikes,
and we're gone.

How the hell did he find us?

Surprise, jackass!

Okay, you know what to do.

You take Javier,
we'll take the other two.

Can't keep up with
these motorcycles.

- Let me out. Let me out.
- What?

- That's Broadway up ahead.
- What the hell are you gonna do?

I'll think of something.

Flushing them back
down toward me.

Oh, come on, come on.

Look out! Look out!

He dropped the gun.

Okay. Uh...

87 miles per hour, 150 yards.

Three, two, one.

You move, I shoot!

Oh, yeah.

Sometimes you got
to smash stuff.

I'm gonna follow him.

You head to the north
side and head him off.

Hey! Hey!

Help me.

Please, pull me up.

Help me!

Help me.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, I made a...

made a move to save
him, and I couldn't.

Right.

Pushed him hard today.

We were all trying to
do the right thing.

Case like this,
if you don't close it,

it becomes a sore... won't heal.

I didn't want him to have that.

What happened on the roof...

I don't feel bad
about what happened.

You know me, I don't...
I don't have those kind of feelings.

I got to go see Sylvester.

Oh, there he is.

Man, you'd just do anything
to get out of work, huh?

Hey, pal.

How you doing, kid?

Good. I'm on morphine.

We missed you today.

Could have used you on the case.

What's in the box?

Oh, something I have
owed you for six years.

Super Fun Guy comics.

First 50 issues.

Silver Age classics.

Toby,
that's your whole paycheck.

I know, and it's making me sick.

I'm gonna go now,
'cause I'm a doctor,

and I know you need your rest.

Otherwise,
I'd be staying here all night, pal.

The rest of you clowns,
let this guy sleep.

Okay.

See you tomorrow, Sylvester.

I'm not gonna kiss you.

Take care, kid.

Thanks.

So my sister's taking
good care of you?

The best.

Yeah, I thought she would.

Uh, one question before I go.

Um, quick brain teaser,
see how the cranium's feeling.

Walter,
the doctor said he's fine.

Fire away.

Okay, so if a man weighing

160 pounds, with an arm span
of 69 inches and a height

of 72 inches reaches
down at a 90-degree

angle to, uh, pick up a man

weighing 200 pounds,
could he lift him?

That's not a brain teaser.

Megan told me what
happened on the roof.

That weight, that angle,
he would have pulled you over.

Right, but I didn't
know that when I, uh...

hesitated.

Bye, Megan.

I'll see you at work, Sylvester.

Okay, so...

do you like to fall
asleep with the TV on?

Fluff your pillows?

Um...

I never felt safe anywhere
on Earth except for Scorpion.

And now not even there.

How can I go back to work?

You can't tell Walter.

Okay.

- You can't tell Walter.
- Okay.

I'll help you get through this.

We'll get through this together.

Hey. What are you doing here?

Checking on your friend.

The nurse said he'll
make a full recovery.

Yeah.

Walter, I've been
waiting seven long years

for that drink I told you about.

Would you have it with me?

I'd like that. Yeah.

Hey, you remember this?

Not since I was pregnant.

“Drew, I need salty-sweet.
I need salty-sweet.”

I had no idea what you
were talking about.

I had the weirdest cravings.

Ralph built an
incredibly realistic

suspension bridge with
that erector set I got him.

Gave me detailed instructions
on how I could help.

Hmm. Maybe he'll be an engineer.

As long as he's happy.

You know, I think, um...
a lot about

what it would have been
like if I hadn't left.

Paige.

I know you.

Your mind is somewhere
else tonight.

I'm just thinking about...

today.

Walter?

The whole team.

Raincheck?

I'd really like one.

I called my old partner's wife.

She relayed the good news.

Said she thought
she saw a smile.

I think your friend
Paige might be right

about waking up
tomorrow and not knowing

what to do with myself.

Well,
I'm confident that you'll find

a new quest for, uh, justice.

Thank you.

Couldn't have done
it without you.

Anytime.

You know where to find me now.

My plane doesn't leave
till the morning.

We could take this
celebration back to my hotel.

Simone, you're... you are smart,

you're impressive,

you're, uh... you're beautiful.

I'm flattered.

But, um...

there's somewhere else I-I
feel I need to be tonight.

Okay.

Okay.

Hi.

Uh, I'm here to
visit Sylvester Dodd.

Okay, uh, friend or family?

Family.

Hi.

You guys are here, too?

Submit your sitter's bill.

I'll call it research.
We'll get Homeland to cover it.

There's the one where Super
Fun Guy meets Dr. Power Pants.

We saved this one for you.

Thanks.