All language subtitles for SCORPION - S01 E14 - Charades (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.

Now that this has
happened between us,

we can't let it confuse
Ralph, you know?

Uh, you coming into Ralph's life
has been so important to him.

You know what I'm saying, Drew?

Walter.

What are you doing here?

You know why I'm here.

Because you've been
thinking about me.

What the hell?

Book.

Three words.

Dead Sea Scrolls.

Darn it,
I knew it'd be too easy.

Morning.

- You look frazzled.
- Thank you.

Grumpy, too.

Sorry, I didn't sleep.

I had a weird dream.

About what?

I don't remember the details.

That's unsurprising.

Our brains often protect
us from disturbing dreams

by suppressing our
memories of them.

What does it mean when you
remember a dream vividly?

Means that we enjoyed it.

Hey, relax,
you can play charades with us...

it'll be fun.

Playing charades with
geniuses is never fun.

Come on, we need fresh blood.

Okay.

Movie.

Three words.

Sleepless in Seattle.

See what I mean?

Cabe, charades.

I told you never again.

Besides, we got a case.

And this one's
not from Homeland.

CIA?

Their internal affairs division
intercepted an encrypted message

that was sent by someone in the
Agency's Los Angeles office.

They have no idea
what it contains.

- A leak.
- A leak...

that has given
classified information

to a very dangerous
foreign government.

Yemen.

Could be battle plans,
state secrets, or intel

that could jeopardize
national security.

CIA wants you to find the leak
and recover whatever was given

to the enemy before it becomes
a potential catastrophe.

Why does one of the world's top
spy organizations need our help?

They can't use their
own encryption analysts

because the leak could be
anyone inside the agency.

Bingo.

No more games.

It's time to get to work.

This is a black box
combinatorial pointer tree

encryption algorithm.

So you can't get in?

No, I cracked it.

Guys.

Okay...

no names or markers

to identify the
source or recipients.

But we do have the
text of the message.

“A minute away from
you is a lifetime.

“I love you with all my heart.

“Soon we'll be together.

B.O.O.”

- It's a love letter.
- It's a code.

“B.O.O.” could be
“base of operations.”

Or “black ops officer.”

Or “boo,” like a pet name.

Maybe whoever sent
it is in love.

Paige,
I've read a lot about espionage,

including every issue
of Robo-Spies...

definitely a top-five comic
of the spy robot genre...

and “boo” is not how spies would
normally refer to one another.

They encrypted and anonymized
the message perfectly.

If they were to add sentimental
verbiage, it would increase

their odds of getting caught...
it would be illogical.

Love is illogical.

It's a code within a code.

But this has random text,
it could take days to break.

So, to plug the leak,

we first go to the L.A.
branch of the CIA

and selectively profile to see
who would betray their country.

And once we have found them,
then we dive into their system.

How do we profile those guys?

It's the Central
Intelligence Agency.

They have highly trained agents
and state-of-the-art technology.

Yes, but we have you guys.

Internal Affairs knows the leak

came from this CIA office,

but it could be anybody
in any division.

Division five... psych ops,

division nine... languages,

division 12... skunkworks,

where we create our
classified technology.

But we have eight
more divisions,

plus field agents and
support staff that also...

Shouldn't have mentioned
the technology.

Pen pick.

Looks like a pen,
but can pick any lock.

All I need is a paper clip.

Gecko hands.

For climbing walls.

Even those made of glass.

Catsuit not included.

Do you own a catsuit?

Wearable electromagnetic
bullet shield.

It won't dampen
concussive force,

but it does deflect the
path of a metal bullet

by up to four inches.

Which can be enough
to save a life.

Oh!

Can you do that
with a paper clip?

Field trip's over, kids.

We got work to do.

Hey, did you see that?

A woman who's pretty,
mechanically inclined and nice.

Shut up.

I brought in our top agents
from around the world.

You'll have carte
blanche to question them.

Send them home.

I'm sorry?

Your top spies,
the ones in expensive suits

who travel the world
on exciting missions.

They may be experts at
disguise, charming people,

chasing bad guys,
but they could never program the level

of encryption that message had.

The leak isn't one
of the cool kids.

It's someone like us.

Someone who does the coding.

The grunt work that
makes them look good.

Where are the guys with
the faces for radio?

Our people.

Toby, you getting
anything from these guys?

Did they rush Mozart
when he wrote a sonata?

You got nothing, do you?

Not a thing.

Humor me a sec.

What if the code wasn't a code?

I mean, call me crazy, but maybe

“soon we will be
together” really meant

“soon we will be together.”

If the leak was in love,
how would you profile him?

Well, for one thing,
love increases serotonin,

which means more
energy and alertness.

So I would eliminate those
three guys along the east wall.

They're exhausted;
no joie de vivre.

Probably married.

Has anyone here recently lost

a lot of weight trying
to look good for someone?

Well, Tim, Leonard and Susan
have all dropped some weight.

Any vacation days?

Especially Fridays and Mondays?

What would that indicate?

Romantic three-day weekends.

Ever had one?

Kind of, yeah.

She left after one day.

Susan and Tim have taken just
four vacation days between them,

but Leonard's taken
five personal days

in the last three months,

plus four sick days...
all on Fridays and Mondays.

Paige is right...
he is a man in l'amour.

That's all the information you
needed to make that assessment?

No, look at his nails...
he had a manicure.

Only one thing'll make a man
sit through one of those...

a woman.

So the guy's got the
hots for someone.

Doesn't mean he'd do
anything unlawful.

We need to talk to him.

Leonard...

- you got a moment?
- Yes, of course.

You're in trouble, Leonard.

We searched your computer,
we searched all your files.

Why would you be sending
encrypted forget-me-nots

to someone in a
hostile government?

Never heard of Hallmark?

I know my rights,
I don't have to help you.

We got your access card;
we read your magnetic code.

You've been making trips
to the CIA chem lab.

Internal Affairs is searching
to find out what went missing.

If we discover that you
gave dangerous materials

to foreign nationals,
you'll face treason charges.

Okay.

I did sneak out some chemicals.

But it was just to give
them to an aid worker.

You're a CIA analyst admitting
to a major violation,

yet show no markers of
shame or embarrassment.

Why?

Because I didn't
do anything wrong.

Now, it's technically illegal,

but it's for a legitimate
humanitarian cause.

This is to help poor
people in Yemen.

What do the poor
need chemicals for?

Because of embargos.

Yemeni farmers can't
get these chemicals

to make basic pesticides.

Which means that they
can't grow crops,

which is why they are starving.

Now, I-I got her two chemicals,
I was gonna get her one more,

so that she could save millions.

If they are used
to make pesticides,

why can't she just buy them?

They're toxic...
they're tightly regulated.

And-and I would do
anything to help her.

We're in love.

Love is imaginary.

What's real are those chemicals.

Which ones did you give her?

Phosphorus trichloride and
liquid trans-methyl propylaxine.

Now, the third one that
I haven't brought her yet

is O-ethyl methyphonic acid.

Combined,
these chemicals make pesticide.

They can also be adjusted.

If you methylate the
phosphorus trichloride,

it forms methyl
phosphorus dichloride...

Which, when combined with the
liquid trans-methyl propylaxine

and the O-ethyl methyphonic
acid, creates tiny particles.

Very deadly, easily aerosolized,

and completely different
from pesticides.

It's nerve gas.

What...?!

I-I-I didn't know that.

N-No, it's irrelevant.

Y-You guys have it all wrong.

Sima is a good person.

She targeted you, man.

That's ridiculous!

No, Sima is...

She's playing you.

She made you think that
she was in love with you

so you would give
her those chemicals.

You're wrong.

And if I'm not,

we can't stop her...

millions could die.

CIA and Interpol are
checking Sima's background,

but so far they've
got nothing on a woman

that might be making nerve gas.

All you need is a few teaspoons
to kill tens of thousands.

He took pounds of this stuff.

Yet we show him strong evidence

that Sima might be
trying to manipulate him,

and he's still blinded by emotion...
I don't get it.

Love makes you do crazy things.

That is why there are so
many songs written about it.

“Crazy Love” by Van Morrison,
“Crazy in Love” by Beyoncé,

just plain “Crazy” by
Patsy Cline and Aerosmith.

Love is a semi-euphoric,
temporary chemical reaction.

Aw, how romantic.

What is that under your shirt?

- Nothing.
- You stole

the CIA's electromagnetic
bullet shield.

The pretty science lady
gave me a prototype.

I guess she likes
the cut of my jib

and my understated
sexual charisma.

We don't need prototypes;
we need a plan.

Soon Sima will wonder why

she hasn't heard from Leonard,
she'll get suspicious.

Once that happens,
we won't find her.

Leonard's not cooperating.

He may not talk to us,
but we can make him talk to her.

We're gonna keep
looking into this,

but for now we're
letting you go.

But before we do,
we need evidence

that you were given your rights

and were questioned
according to protocol.

Read it out loud.

I'm recording it.

“My name is Leonard Carlton.

“I admit to violating
CIA regulations

“but no criminal wrongdoing.

Today I was questioned...”

- Is this going to work?
- Yes.

When Walter was in high
school, he created

a similar voice converter to
sound just like his mother.

He used it once to
call in sick to school.

Walter O'Brien played hooky?

There was a quantum
physics lecture in Dublin

that he didn't want to miss.

- Of course there was.
- Don't judge.

The heart wants what
the heart wants.

So does the brain.

So...

this is sort of a weird request,

but you are a shrink, and...

well,
I-I need someone to talk to.

Of course.

Lie on my couch.

It's about a guy.

- Go on.
- See, I had a dream.

Some disturbing,

inappropriate thoughts
about someone I shouldn't,

someone who probably
isn't good for me.

I get it.

Drew's handsome.

Not bright or
loyal, but handsome.

Right.

See, Leonard in there,

he is letting his feelings
cloud his judgment,

and I don't want to do that.

- Any advice?
- Paige, I'm a brilliant doctor.

I'm brilliant enough to know

you're not telling me
everything about this dream.

Either you're being deceptive
or you're embarrassed, but...

I can't help you until you're
ready to tell me everything.

A mason can't build without
bricks, Paige.

I'm not a miracle worker.

“I acknowledge no wrongdoing

and hereby certify the
aforementioned is accurate.”

Did we get everything?

Here, read that.

“Purple monkey dishwasher.”

What the hell does that mean?

Now we got everything.

Hey, I thought you
were letting me go.

Nope. See how easy
it is to get played?

Okay, I've downloaded his recording.
Within seconds

my software will break it down

phonetically, and...
transmute my voice so that

on the other end,
it will sound exactly...

like Leonard.

Now, with Leonard's phone,

I'll call Sima, pretending to be
him, and set a meeting

so we can find out where
she has the chemicals.

Are you sure you
should be doing this?

She calls him “boo "".

That's-That's playful and fun.

Two words that don't exactly
describe Walter O'Brien.

It's setting an appointment.
I can handle this.

Now...

his voice will come through

her phone instead
of the speakers.

Hey, baby.

Hello...

you.

Did you have a good day?

Average. I hope you've had
an efficient day yourself.

You're going to give it away.

Hold, please.

- What?
- I'm making conversation.

Be romantic, tell her you
can't stop thinking about her.

Leonard?

I can't stop thinking about you.

Aw... really?

- That's what I just said.
- Oh.

Honey, I miss you so much,
your face, your mind,

your body...

I wish I were with
you right now just,

just touching you, kissing you.

That sounds so good.

We should be recording
this, too.

When do I get to see you again?

Soon, but, honey,
uh, I've hit a snag.

We have a problem with
the final delivery.

What happened?

They moved the third chemical
to a higher security lab.

I don't have clearance.

The guy who does, Marvin,
would never help us.

He's by the book.

Does he carry the same
security card as you,

only with the
necessary clearance?

Yes.

If I get you that card,
can you get the chemical?

Sure.

But...

how are you gonna get it?

Don't you worry about that.

Just ask Marvin to meet you
for a drink at my hotel,

and then, at the last
minute, cancel.

Will you do that?

Anything for you, honey.

You're such a good person.

I have to go now, my love,
but I'll be in touch soon.

- I love you, baby.
- I love you, too.

That's how it's done.

We have her on tape
admitting to doing this.

We can arrest her now.

Well, we might have
enough to arrest her,

but there's still two canisters
of dangerous chemicals

out there somewhere,
and that's two-thirds of the way

to making nerve gas.

We can't bring Sima in yet.

We need her to lead
us to those chemicals.

Okay, so, who's gonna be Marvin?

Well, Interpol's still
doing a background on Sima,

but there's no question
she's probably dangerous.

So I'll do it.

No, you're-you're Homeland.

You're former FBI.

She could have
intel on our agents.

We can't risk her I.D.'ing you.

Sylvester can't do it;
he's a nervous wreck.

- He'd barf all over her.
- I would.

Well,
I guess I'll have to do it.

I just hope she doesn't
fall in love with me, too.

No, intel indicates that
she probably works alone,

but we can't be too careful.

We need someone to profile
the crowd in that bar

and make sure she
has no collaborators.

So we're down to Walter?

Am I the only person who
just heard that phone call?

Oh, I learned a lot
from that exchange.

Okay, we hack the security
cameras at the hotel,

we put an earbud in Walter's
ear, and we track

- the entire meeting.
- And while he distracts her,

Toby and I search her room

for evidence of the
stolen chemicals.

After hearing your
performance on the phone,

you're gonna need help.

I'll be your Cyrano.

The story of the guy
with the rhinophyma,

the large nose disease.

You missed the whole love story?

I was focused on his
medical condition.

Come with me.

This is not gonna be easy.

Here, this color's good on you.

That color is nice on you.

- Yeah?
- Now, to give Happy and Toby

time to search her room,

you'll need to stall
her in the bar.

If she detects anything off,
she could flee or make a call

and those chemicals
could disappear forever,

and if she did what
we think she did,

she did it by using her allure.

She'll do the same
thing with you,

so you'll need to pretend like
you're falling for her charms.

Copy that.

Engage with her on
a personal level.

No.

No engaging... flirting.

Do you even know how?

Look, you need to pick up
her vibe and return it.

Let's practice; I'll flirt with
you, and you flirt back.

Go ahead. Flirt back.

I am.

I mean,
you need to give off a vibe

like you're interested in me.

Copy that.

How's this?

Okay, moving on.

Uh, she'll probably try to
steal an access card from you,

even though you don't have one.

She'll probably try to...

touch you.

Feel your pocket.

No, I don't enjoy contact.

I know,
I've seen you hug people.

It's like you're
in a leper colony.

You need to be ready for
whatever she might do.

I can handle it.

Can you?

What if... she does... this?

Or...

this?

Why, I would be okay with that.

And if she got...

close?

I...

I think I could

handle that.

This could happen.

I will be r-ready.

I will be ready.

Good work.

Any sign of collaborators?

Those three are
legitimately loaded.

Spies do not get
drunk on the job.

That couple has a baby.

That's a definite
espionage no-no.

And those guys are
actually USC fans.

You can tell by how
depressed they are.

So, coast is clear.

Sima's alone.

Speak of the devil.

That must be her.

♪ ♪

Oh, my God.

Walter's a dead man.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Meeting someone?

Yeah, I was supposed to. My...

He, uh, texted me

he can't make it.

Good.

Then you can buy me a drink.

I'm Sima.

- Sima, Marvin.
- Pleasure.

What are you having?

I'm having...

water.

He doesn't drink.

But that's good, because I want

to remember the moment
a beautiful woman

asked me to have
a drink with her.

But that is good,
because I want to remember the moment

a beautiful woman asked me
to have a drink with her.

Smoother than the
Scotch they're serving.

Interpol report just came in.

Sima's just an alias.

Her real name is Fatima.

They tracked her activities.

Tokyo, Berlin, Minsk?

She has honey-trapped half the
agents in the Western world.

She's wanted for two
unsolved murders in Prague.

You got to be careful, Walt.

Scratch your temple if you copy.

Sylvester, you're up.

Did you say she was
wanted for two murders?

Go!

Come on!

A shovel pass on
third and long?!

That was an ineffective choice.

It's not reading
the access card.

Try moving the phone around.

Get out of there!

Got it. She's in 1002.

What the hell are
you waiting for?

Go see if there's any
sign of those chemicals.

So, then the eight
told the seven,

“What do you expect from me?
I'm a square root "".

So, you enjoy math humor.

I love it.

Man, she's good.

Uh, Walter,
she flipped her hair.

That's a flirtation marker.

Smile back.

Less.

He looks like he's birthing.

- What do you do, Marvin?
- I...

work for the government.

I'm an analyst.

So, you're smart?

I like smart guys.

Don't-don't-don't freeze.

Put your hand on hers.

Slowly move your
fingers back and forth.

Slow down.

Just let her know you're there.

Perfect.

Hold her gaze.

And look at her like you
want to know everything

there is to know about her.

Look at her like you've never
known a woman like her before

and never will again.

Tell her...

from the moment you saw her

your definition of
“stunning” changed.

You know,
from the moment I saw you...

my definition of
“stunning” changed.

Perfect.

What's taking so long? Open it.

I can't. She booby-trapped it.

We open this,
an alarm will notify her.

We have no other way in.

Actually, we do.

Come on.

The gecko gloves from the CIA?

She gave me those, too.

I'm charming like that.

Huh.

It's a full moon out tonight.

Not funny.

You know, you look hot.

Come on,
why don't we get that jacket

- off of you?
- She wants to search your jacket

for the access card.

You need to stall.

Do it.

Yeah, why not?

Beautiful jacket. Yes.

You know, on second thought...

do you want to get out of here?

Oh, you want to
go to another bar?

She means upstairs, Walter.

You know, I never... do this.

Maybe it's the drink,
I don't know, but...

I'm just going to
say how I feel.

I want you to come to my room.

She thinks the
card's in his pants.

And those pants
won't stay on long.

Happy! Toby!

Where the hell are you?

Happy's climbing up the
side of the building

to Sima's room right now.

Hurry up!

I'm sorry.

Am I not scaling the building
by hand fast enough for you?

Where's Happy?

Oh, God...

- Happy!
- Aah! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Happy?

The stupid glove
stopped sticking!

You know your little
girlfriend at the CIA

who designs this stuff?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, she sucks!

Oh, not good.

- Come on, man.
- Sylvester?

We have got to catch
her if she falls.

From 30 feet? She could kill us.

- Sylvester, think of something!
- Okay, okay! The force of gravity

is 9.81 meters per
second squared.

If she swings hard to her left,

then her right hand
would completely

disengage from the building.

And for 2/10 of a second she
won't be attached to anything.

But she can use that time
to get to the balcony...

or plummet to her death.

- Very reassuring!
- Okay.

If you get enough
momentum, it could work!

Or not!

- It's 50/50!
- It's natural to be scared.

You should be scared!

You're the one who
gave me these gloves!

You're slipping!

Do it now!

Ah...!

How did she pull that off?

'Cause she's Happy
Frickin' Quinn.

Clock's ticking, Happy.
What do you got?

Nothing.

You better hurry.
They're in the elevator.

Walter,
Happy's in the room right now.

You have to stall.

Mm...

You're impatient.

I like that.

- Mm...
- Walter?

Tell her there's another
woman that you care about.

Listen, there's, um,
there's this other woman...

and, um, what you and I are
about to do could complicate

an already complicated
situation.

Marvin, let me assure you,
what you and I are about to do

will be the least complicated
thing you'll ever experience.

Okay.

Uh, how much longer do I have?

Two minutes. Tops.

There are no
cameras in the room.

Fill me in. What are you doing?

I'm checking her stuff.

There might be a secret
hollow or something.

Just leave everything
the way you found it.

They're stepping
off the elevator.

I just found a key for a
Lock-Ur-Stuff facility.

Now,
why would an international spy

who's always traveling the
world rent a storage facility?

'Cause maybe that's where
she's keeping the chemicals.

Happy,
get the hell out of there!

And, uh, how do I do that?

The gloves are useless.
I'm not Spiderwoman.

They're coming down the hall!
They're almost there!

- Hide now!
- Uh, where?

And do not tell
me under the bed,

because that's the worst...

Happy still hasn't gotten
out, Walter.

You can't let her in.
You need to do something!

- Think fast!
- Oh, no...

Something wrong?

Yes.

Oh, my God.

That is a humdinger.

I'm out!
Where's the closest Lock-Ur-Stuff?

Two blocks away.
You and Toby are with me.

Sylvester and Paige,

keep your eyes on Walter
and help him distract Sima

until we get those chemicals.

I'm not sure he needs any help.

I hate to disagree,
but she's not that into it.

No hands on the
back of the head.

No fingers through the hair.

Maybe Walter's a bad kisser.

Okay, let's go.

Hold down the fort, kid.
We'll be back in five.

I'm going to go slip into
something less constricting.

We're gonna lose visual!

No bedroom, Walter.
Ha-Happy wasn't able

to put everything back.

If Sima sees,
your cover's blown.

There's no point.

Whatever you put on,
you'll be out of it

in a matter of minutes.

Oh...

Tell her you want
her on the couch.

I want you on the couch.

Mmm!

Tell her you can't
wait to have her.

- I can't wait to have you.
- But first...

tell her you want to order
champagne from room service.

What? No.

- What do you mean “no”?
- Uh, what?

Nothing. Just, uh... you know...

You...

Oh...!

Just need to sit
there and watch.

97% certain sure I just heard
an extended zipper pull.

Most likely a dress.

Thank you, Sylvester.

You're welcome.

You will never
forget this night.

Say...

“I've wanted to be with you

since the moment I
laid eyes on you.”

I... I love hearing

your voice in my ear.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Careful.

She might've
booby-trapped this thing.

Yup. This is the stuff.

We got a problem. Look at that.

It's a pressure alarm.

Not good?

Definitely not good.

Hmm?

What's that?

Oh, nothing.

It's just an alarm.

I can never get it set right.

That is a strange watch

to be outfitted with
modern electronics.

Walter? Walter?

Walter, say something!

Now that our
relationship has evolved,

maybe you should tell
me your real name.

I've already told you my
name, Fatima.

That's not my real name, either.

Are we going somewhere?

I'm going home.

And if your associates
can follow my directions,

so are you.

I don't have any associates.

No?

While you were sleeping,
we made a deal.

They bring me the two canisters
from my storage facilities,

and Leonard gets the
third from the CIA lab.

They give me all three
chemicals, I let you go.

Everybody wins.

And they're coming here?

You'd better hope so.

Got it.

Tail number: N888C41.

- Are we sure this is a good idea?
- You got a better one?

It's better than handing
over latent chemical weapons

to an anti-American agent?

Give me a minute.

If we don't give her what she
wants, Walter dies.

We got to do whatever we can
to get him off that plane.

She's far too cautious.

She'll keep him as collateral
to get out of American airspace.

It's time to get our man.

Welcome aboard.

Where's Leonard?

Uh, we didn't need him.

The CIA gave us
the third chemical.

There's all three
chemicals in the satchel.

They're the real thing.

There's a litmus test
in there to prove it.

Let's go, buddy.

Uncuff him.

New plan... once we've landed
safely in neutral territory,

he'll be released.

- We had a deal.
- Yes.

And the deal was Leonard was
supposed to come with you.

How? Leonard's on his way
to a federal penitentiary.

She has an emotional
connection with him.

She knows you could have gotten

the chemicals without Leonard,

she only wants him here
because she loves him.

You uncuff my man...

and I'll work out a deal
for you for Leonard.

You are a liar.

Cabe!

- Ah...
- Oh, my God,

- that was a muzzle flash!
- Look!

Let's go.

Cabe! Cabe, are you all right?!

Cabe! Cabe!

Damn glad she gave
you this shirt.

But right now,
we gotta figure out

how to stop that plane,
or Walter's as good as dead.

I got an idea.

♪ ♪

What the hell are you doing?

Walter, what did you do?

Come on, come on, come on.

- You gotta hurry.
- You think?!

100 miles an hour,
147 feet per second,

which means they're
gonna run out of runway.

Got it!

Oh... my God.

- Hey!
- Walter!

Hey!

Jump! We'll catch you!

If the chemicals blow
up, they will combine

and aerosol,
and kill people for miles!

- Get ready!
- Walter, no!

Do not throw me
deadly chemicals!

One, two, three!

Oh! God...!

Nice catch, Sly!

Hey, man,
if that fire hits the fuel tank,

the whole plane's gonna blow...
you got to jump, Walter!

I know! Hold on!

- We got you, buddy, come on!
- Come on.

Walter!

Walter!

- Jump!
- Okay!

Be careful!

Okay, okay!

Walter!

Get me up!

You're all right.

Cabe said Sima will make it.

Maybe she and Leonard will be
in adjoining penitentiaries.

So she loved him.

It's not logical.

It's actually totally logical.

It's called the Wiseman Effect.

If you pretend you're
in love with someone,

sometimes you actually
start to believe it.

That's why she wouldn't
really kiss you back.

Heart belongs to Leonard.

The good news is that you're
probably not as bad a kisser

as I theorized.

She had the chance to get away,

but she gave it up for love,
for something that's not real.

It was real to her.

♪ ♪

I'm gonna write you a
script for antibiotics, too.

Why I'm doing that, Ralph?

'Cause burns cover more
surface area than cuts,

so more easily infected.

A-plus.

Jumping out of a burning plane.

Yeah.

When did we become
action heroes?

I have no idea.

You're set.

Thank you, pal.

Mm-hmm.

How about a story?

- Yes, please.
- Yeah?

Robo-Spies, issue one.

“The dawn of a new
breed of secret agent:

half-spy, half-robot ""

“It was a dangerous
time for spies.

“And human spies could

“no longer do the mission.

“Their skin, and their mortality,
the way they thought...”

I know my advice earlier
wasn't real helpful.

Uh, let's try this.

The most important thing to
Sima, or whatever her name was,

was getting those chemicals
and making the nerve gas

and bringing it
back to her country.

And she was on the
verge of achieving it.

And then she threw
it all away for love.

Love can make you stupid.

The question is...
what's your most important thing?

Ralph.

Then this is my advice:

whatever thoughts
you're having about Drew

or anyone else...

you ask yourself,
“Could this hurt Ralph”.

And take care of your
most important thing.

Huh, still here?

Uh, FAA...
you blow up one plane,

and the paperwork's
mind-boggling.

Where are you off to?

UCLA Research Lab.

It's almost midnight.

Yeah, I know, I'm late.

Don't work too much longer.

So, uh, pretty nuts...

a trained spy gets
caught because of love.

That's silly, huh?

The notion of romantic
love is a fairy tale.

The thought that
people can be affected

in some meaningful way by the
affection of others is... is...

Kiss, touch...

uh, the, uh...

Whatever, it's, um...

it's junk science.

It's not even that.

Yeah.

Like I said, silly.

Okay.

As my mother used to
say, sweet dreams.

Oh, Paige.

Can you, uh, record a new
outgoing message on the machine?

Sure.

Why?

Nothing.

Just realized recently
what a nice voice you have.

Okay. See you tomorrow.