All language subtitles for SCORPION - S01 E17 - Going South (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.

I wrote it for you.

It's so beautiful.

I have an electro-plasmic
Continuum Fingerboard.

Happy helped me build it.

Does Happy know about...

Us? In the broadest of terms.

So pretty much everyone in
the garage but my brother.

You said you want to tell him
yourself, but you know

Walter comes here every
Friday, right?

He sees one Super Fun Guy comic,

he is going to know that we've
been spending time together.

So I'll just bring them
all to my apartment,

and you can read them there.

Yeah, I think I'm gonna be
leaving here less and less.

I thought we were
thinking positive.

Especially with
Walter's research,

you still got a good chance.

This morning I was told that
I won't get my braces off.

I'm never gonna walk
without them again.

I'm never gonna dance again.

Ugh, but, hey...

I have no time for regrets

and no time for secrets.

Don't be nervous.

He's gonna be fine with it.

You're right.

I will find the
right time and...

I will tell him.

Everybody! By the monitors!

Uh, hey...

Yeah, you... you look like
you're about to say something.

No? Okay, great.

Everybody by the monitors.

I'm Lorraine Arroyo.

Hey, that's the sign.

We had a chance to sit
down with the leader

and founder of this remarkable
team, Walter O'Brien.

That's the garage.

I don't think it's a
coincidence, Sylvester.

197 IQ, statistically one of
only four people on Earth.

Are you just always
thinking of amazing things?

When did you do a TV interview?

Well, I'm involved in many
projects simultaneously.

But when I use my intelligence
for the greater good,

that's when I'm most fulfilled.

This is the dramatic footage

of Walter O'Brien
saving the life

of a young boy who'd been
trapped in a sinkhole

on Zuma Beach.

I remember all of
us being there.

This is the jack that I
used to free the boy's foot.

- The jack I built.
- Is it fair to say

that boy was saved by genius?

Absolutely.

No. He was saved
by four geniuses.

And Cabe and Paige.

Is that arm a little sore from
patting yourself on the back?

But as brilliant as he
is, O'Brien chooses

to surround himself with other
highly gifted intellects.

Less so than himself, of course.

Math whiz Sylvester Dodd...

- Statistical theoretician.
- Tobias Curtis,

- psychologist...
- Psychiatrist.

- Harvard-trained.
- Master fabricator

and genius electrical engineer,
Paige Dineen; and lastly,

what O'Brien termed the team's
supernanny, Happy Quinn.

Pardon me while I go
bury my head in the dirt.

Is it that bad being
mistaken for me?

Although "supernanny" does
sound like I change diapers.

We're gonna be
flooded with work.

Given your astronomical IQ,
I didn't think it was necessary

to discuss the difference
between a psychologist

and an M.D.

I told them you were a
psychiatrist and where you trained.

It just got lost in translation.

A few things.

They're TV reporters.

You have to expect
some mild inaccuracies.

Can no one see the greater
good in this scenario?

It's great for the team.

It's great for you.

Your qualifications
were stated perfectly,

and the entire report was
a firmly gripped stroke

of your narcissistic egomania.

You didn't tell them.
You didn't include them.

They only asked to talk to me.

I-I didn't even think
to ask you guys.

Exactly!

A fresh shovelful of narcissistic
egomania onto the pile.

I did my job.

I got media coverage
for the team.

This is childish!

Hey!

We got a case.

That is Richard Elia.

Billionaire tech mogul.

Yeah, I know who he is.

And his first impression
of us is that we're idiots.

My daughter Zoe.

10 days ago, she was kidnapped
by the La Plaga cartel in Mexico

while on a journalism
assignment.

They're an emerging drug gang.

Particularly violent.

They've killed before.

They left heads in the street.

I'm sorry.

They're modern.

Tech savvy.

They like to show off their exploits...
murders...

to other cartels
via social media.

That's Advertising 101.

New kids on the block want

to make it known that
they mean business.

Publicity whores.

Been seeing a lot
of that lately.

How did an heiress
cross those guys?

It's trite,
but when Zoe turned 20,

she started saying that I
was a capitalist fascist

and guys like me were the
source of all the world's ills.

And we didn't speak for months.

Ten days ago,
I get a call from her editor

saying she's down in Mexico,

wants to blow the lid
off this big drug cartel.

You want us to find her?

In drug cartel territory?

There are ongoing,
very sensitive

border sovereignty talks between the U.S.
and Mexico.

The last thing the State wants

is us sending in a paramilitary
group to rescue a citizen.

Well,
they must know who you are.

They know who Zoe is.

There must be a
substantial ransom; pay it.

- I did.
- $2 million via wire transfer.

As soon as they got it,
they called it a "down payment."

Then this morning,
they reached out

and asked for another installment,
due in 10 hours, in cash,

delivered to coordinates in
the northwest Mexican desert.

I've had my best people working
on tracing their communications

and they hit wall after wall.

But if you can just locate her,

even the city that she's
in, I have contractors.

They'll go in and extricate her.

Do you have the, uh,
the wiring instructions

- for the ransom money?
- Yeah.

Can I see it, please? Thank you.

- Sly...
- Yeah.

If you keep paying it,
they'll probably string you along,

providing "proof of
life" videos of Zoe

in different clothing
and locations.

They'll probably be taken
over the next few days.

The likelihood is that she'll
be killed within a week...

keeping a hostage
is a liability.

But there's no
certainty of that.

Yes, of course.

Nothing is, uh, certain.

I did a sweep of Mr. Elia's bank

and traced the routing
and re-routing.

The kidnappers made it
bounce between 15 countries,

but I am 97% certain
that your daughter

is somewhere near
Culiacan, Mexico.

Oh, my God.

You said they were good.

I'll have my men
there in four hours.

You will be well
compensated for this.

Mr. Elia?

Um...

Simply arriving at the airport

will not guarantee getting
your daughter back.

But I may be able to pinpoint
to the location where she is.

But because of the time crunch,

we'll need to split up,
collect the necessary technology

and then meet up back
in Culiacan ourselves.

I'm sorry, what?

If you can pinpoint her
location, I'll double your fee.

Walter, can I have a
second, please?

Drug cartel territory?

You trying to get
us decapitated?

Or is this the, uh, opportunity

to dazzle some deep-pocket
tech mogul with rich friends?

Yeah, this would fit in nicely

to your "PR at all
costs" campaign.

I have a plan; my plans work.

Because time is of the essence.

The cartel's expecting
payment in a matter of hours.

If you do not want to assist,
it's your decision, Toby.

Wow, that's it...
your way or the highway?

Walter, that was a
local morning news show.

We have to move fast.

What is your answer?

How many jets do you have?

Two.

We'll need them both.

And $2 million, in cash.

Please... don't.

It's just a little sunshine.

It's just a little reminder that
we are 36,000 feet in the air.

Explain how this works again.

Well, these holographic strips

are a fairly rudimentary
anticounterfeiting measure.

Right now,
they are programmed with information

that only contains the
denomination of the bill.

But these strips,
when originally manufactured,

had microscopic solar
cells implanted,

so they were charged
and programmed

with GPS tracking software.

It was a secret

government program to
track how money was spent.

We track these strips with
GPS, stick 'em in Elia's cash,

the cartel picks up the money,

and then we've got a shot
to track them back to Zoe.

It's a smart idea, Walter.

Butt kiss much?

Walt, I have major concerns
that Cabe isn't with us.

Well, he's the only one who
can requisition the strips

from the Treasury
Department, Happy.

He will meet us an
hour after we arrive,

the Mexican Federales
will escort us into town.

I can handle whatever comes up.

Even gunfire from drug warlords?

We're not going
to encounter that.

We program the strips;

we implant them into the money;

and then the
professionals track down

the cartel and rescue Zoe.

Done...

and done.

Perfect. Great idea.

I'll be up front.

So I don't barf.

We've started our descent.
Buckle up, everyone,

and we'll be on the
ground in 20 minutes.

La Plaga has really been
consolidating their power

over the past year.

The gang runs rampant and
the population is terrified.

For good reason.

- Fantastic.
- I would lay low as best you can.

We will not be handling
any of the dangerous

elements of this operation.

We'll be in the hotel
most of the time.

That's good.

Here we are.

Uh... what is this?

You are ten miles from town.

The bus comes on the hour.

Usually.

Uh... whoa, whoa, whoa!

This is crazy.

You can't just leave us here.

This uniform puts a
target on my back...

and on yours,

if you are spotted with me.

Public transportation is safest.

Good luck.

Whoa, ho, hold on. Hold on.

Okay, okay.

Well, you heard him.

It's safer this way.

Unarmed.

Carrying $2 million in cash.

I'd kill us.

Not to mention,
I didn't get a good vibe from our escort.

I'm pretty sure I picked
up some deceit leakage.

Yeah, well,
I'm picking up paranoia leakage.

Looks like things can't get much
worse, huh, boss?

I've been trying to
find the right time

to tell you something.

That's an impossible
and inefficient goal.

If you have something to
say, then say it.

Guys,
I don't think this is the bus.

Uh, not good.

The money! Now!

Walter, I'm dating your sister.

Well, this reporter
is stunned to convey

that in spite of his
stratospheric brilliance,

Walter O'Brien managed
to lead Team Scorpion

right into a buzz saw.

I have no idea how they
knew we'd be there.

You know that friendly Federale

who was so worried
for our safety?

He got paid off.

He's upset with me
because of Megan.

Or because he just got robbed of
two million dollars at gunpoint.

- Si.
- A room under O'Brien, por favor.

Un momento.

I did not set up
the federal escort.

We have eight hours
before that money

is supposed to be delivered,
or Zoe's life is over.

So we can fight later?

Tabled for now.

Hey, check it out.

Is that the first
thing you think of

when you think of Mexico?

The clock making?

Buenos Dias.

I got the GPS strips
and wired us up a car.

Why do you all look like hell?

Where's the money bag?

You've got to be kidding me.

Your Federale, bro.

He's not my Federale.

He's fourth-generation CI,
handed down from Homeland.

Right. What department of
government do you work for?

The post office?

Can Elia replace the money?

Good luck finding
a bank near here

with two million American
dollars in small bills.

Just got off with
Elia; he's devastated,

but I convinced him
we can get it done.

Don't make me a liar.

How are we doing
with the wireless?

Just went up.

He also sent a file
to our secure e-mail.

- It's a new video of Zoe.
- Got it.

Dad...

if the money isn't
delivered to the coordinates

by 6:00 p.m. tonight...

That's today, in six hours.

We can't get the money in time.

- Say it.
- No.

- Say it.
- I won't say that, okay?

He knows what executed means.
I don't need...

Say it, damn it,
or I'll kill you.

They said they'll send
me home in pieces.

Wait, if we can trace
the point of origin

of the file they sent Elia,
maybe we'll have the whereabouts

of their headquarters.

And then we can do the recon.

If we can locate her,
Elia's contractors can extract her.

They're due here in three hours.

Ah, whatever server this
e-mail was sent from

has a 30-point encryption
key that changes

every three minutes.

So somehow we got to come up

with the correct 30
numbers in three minutes

or it resets and we start over?

You're really learning.

I won't say that, okay?
He knows what executed means...

Ah, Sylvester,

that audio is boring a
slow hole into my brain.

- But I...
- But nothing.

Please, just change it.

- Thank you.
- You're right.

He might be upset with you.

He's gonna have to suck it
up, because I know this bird.

Aix sponsa, the wood duck,
here on its winter migration.

Uh-huh.

Well, it feeds on algae
specific to a shallow marsh,

but average flock size
dictates that the marsh

needs to be at least 60 hectares
to be a proper feeding ground.

Sylvester, you're insane.

The Aix sponsa's feeding ground

can be as little as 47 hectares.

60 is way on the high side.

You know this bird, too?

Not personally.

The point is how
many shallow marshes

are there in this general area
between 47 and 60 hectares.

What we need now is
satellite imagery.

Enjoy that coattail
ride, O'Brien,

- because Sly figured that one out.
- Really?

We have six hours to find Zoe,

and we're fighting about credit?

Found. Proper size marsh
with adjacent barn.

Let's hit it.

I just spotted two sets of
fresh tire tracks heading out.

Most likely a pickup
and a minivan.

Could've been a drop-off.

No telling how many
people are inside.

I'll check it out.

It's clear!

Oh, they absolutely
shot the video in here,

but I mean, we got nada.

We gotta come up with
some clue to where

they went,
or we're out of here in two minutes.

Time's wasting.

We got nothing out here.

You know, Sylvester has every
right to be upset with you,

but you seem upset with him.

He thinks it's because
he's seeing Megan.

You're not happy about it?

I'm not pleased.

La Fuente de Piedra.

The stone fountain, exciting.

No, but it is interesting.

According to local lore,
it's water ran red 200 years ago

when a conquistador drowned
his unfaithful wife here.

Or old clay pipes
changed the water color.

Either way, who cares?

That is the most famous
landmark in the city.

It was very specifically

positioned over Zoe's
shoulder in that video.

These kidnappers were smart.

They wanted us to see it,
but not make it too obvious.

See, not being from here,
we had no idea what it meant.

But after the
cartel screwed Elia

with the first ransom payoff,

they must have assumed
he'd hire local mercenaries

to come after them,
and they would know about the fountain.

Why would they lure us here if
they weren't planning an ambush?

- You were saying?
- Get down! Get down!

Get down, get down,
get down, get down!

Whoa!

Get down! Get down!

Okay.

What we're looking at are
motion-activated machine guns,

but we're all behind
stationary objects,

so we're safe, right?

Uh, well,
we can't stay here forever.

If we move, the gun shreds us.

If we stay, whoever's
watching us from those cameras

will eventually come and get us.

La Plaga set the trap.

They saw us here,
turned on that motion sensor.

Walter, you have a plan yet?

Just don't move; let me think.

Okay.

Paige! Paige!

Oh... Oh, God!

The fan's movement's
drawing fire.

Happy, how long can those
drums provide protection?

That steel's rusting thin.

One minute, tops.

Cabe, can you take out the gun

that covers our
half of the barn?

Shoot-out with a robot gun?

It's rotating on a gate hinge.

Aim for the lag screw.

She'll be riddled with
bullets in a few seconds!

Paige, on three,
you get up and you run

in a straight line to me, okay?

No, I'm scared.

You should be. One...

two, three.

Go, go, go!

Ow.

Am I all right?

Well, you are.

I'm not.

Okay, what we need to do now

is carefully assess
our situation.

They clearly know we're in town,

they know we're
coming after Zoe,

so we need to find a new plan.

Anybody else
looking at the time?

We have two hours until the
money needs to be delivered.

It actually keeps
pretty good time.

Elia's contractors,

they backed out; they
won't come into the city.

Even armed mercenaries
are afraid of this place?

We have to get her ourselves.

How? We don't have
a location on her.

The welding on the gun's hinge,
it's smart but rough-hewn.

I'm guessing local work.

How many metal workers are in this
town, you think?

Happy, no one will talk to you.

You want to find someone,

hit the street,
talk to the people.

I bet you they're on our side.

They don't want the
cartel on their ass.

I grew up in
neighborhoods like this.

I can handle myself.

No, we stay here.

I will crack the encryption
on the e-mail sent to Elia.

We will find her.

In our timeframe,
that's nearly impossible.

There's another
e-mail from Elia.

Get down! Get down!

They were filming us...
the cowering Americans.

We unwittingly participated
in an advertisement

for the La Plaga cartel.

That was the whole
reason for the setup.

Social media promotion.

Okay, I'm gonna crack the code,
but I need all of your help.

Where's Happy? Happy?

Hola.

¿Habla ingles?

Do you know who made this?

It's beautiful work.

Are you kidding me?

Who are you?

A very embarrassed person.

What?

I got kidnapped by
a fourth grader.

Now who in America
is your family?

To pay the ransom.

Ransom?

Like the La Plaga cartel.

They kidnap rich Americans
and they make millions.

You will get me
in good with them.

I hate to burst your
bubble, kid,

but my dad owns a
failing body shop.

Maybe he can give
you a ratchet set.

This is not funny.

I'll shoot you.

Not with a gun
with no firing pin.

You are clearly a stupid
kid, a wannabe,

but if you move,
it's gonna get ugly.

I'm sorry.

I have no parents, no family.

I just need money.

Believe me, I've never done
anything like this before.

Clearly.

I'm up to 16 characters on the
encryption code, but then...

I run out of time.

Zoe's running out of time.

She's right.

In an hour,
the thugs expect their money.

I'm getting worried.
Where the hell's Happy?

Where you been?

I... got kidnapped.

- What?!
- Kidnapped by who?

This guy.

He wasn't good at it.

Get in here.

Close the door.

Have a seat.

What were you thinking?

That I could find someone
who knows the cartel members.

The kid's harmless.
He was just trying to be

one of the big boys,
make a few bucks.

By abducting you.

Does he know the cartel or no?

He knows the guys who
made that gun for them.

They're from the
same neighborhood.

Then bringing a known felon back...
that was dangerous.

He's a good kid.

He's a criminal.

There's no way that he will
lead us to whoever has Zoe.

Actually, Walter...

I don't agree with
that assessment.

This groovy little gaming
system is anything but little.

It's tricked out with
voice command capability,

high-def graphics,
fingerprint vibration technology

that'll enable you
to feel the kickback

of any virtual weapon you fire.

But you can't experience
major league gaming

on a minor league screen, so...

a high res, 85-inch TV.

All this and more.

This can be yours just for
playing "Give Up the Cartel."

You'll give me this?

Mm-hmm.

We got Uncle Sam's
checkbook, kid.

Just tell us where the
bad guys hang their hat.

I know you're torn.

You look up to those guys...
they got cash,

and they grab headlines.

But they do it in
a very evil way.

And deep down,
I know you're not anything like them.

I'm not sure I trust you.

You better be right, Doc.

Okay.

You don't trust us.

Here's how much we trust you.

You sit in here
and think it over.

We'll be next door.

We fresco?

Si.

How did it go?

He's considering.

I don't think this'll work.

Shocker.

The Genius King
doubts his underlings.

I'm not doubting you, Toby.

No. Just my plan.

Aren't you the one who
says, "We are our ideas"?

How about we all stop fighting?

How about we wait
and see what happens?

I know what would've happened.

He would've helped
without you bribing him.

You're biased because of your
own Oliver Twist upbringing.

Besides, what do you know?

According to the news,
you're just our supernanny.

You're playing with fire, Doc.

I'll be shocked if it works.

It astounds me that I
have to remind you all

that I had a medical
degree from Harvard

before most people have
their driver's licenses.

Oh, really? You went to Harvard?

You hardly ever mention it.

My point is, I am certain
that little urchin next door

will give us the
information we want.

He's gone.

And along with all our
I.D.s and our cash.

Told you it'd work.

- Little bastard's fast.
- He can't wait to give our I.D.s

to his cartel buddies.

From his fake gold jewelry
to his knockoff sneakers

that kid is dying to be
something that he's not.

And the best way to do that

is to curry favor
with the fellas

he so desperately longs to join.

The metallic strips
we put in our cash

are working perfectly...
GPS signal is strong.

I can't believe he did this.

He's heading off the street,

into a tenement about
two miles from here.

- If that's where the cartel is...
- Hopefully, where Zoe is.

Sylvester, can you pull up the
schematics for the building?

You think there are county
registered blueprints

in a Mexican slum?

We need to study the
layout of that structure.

Best I can do is Bing maps.

Happy?

Three stories,
four units per floor.

13,000 square feet, tops.

There's a tricycle
in the courtyard.

There's likely
civilians in there.

And from what I can tell,
only on the bottom two floors.

Look what is wired into
the side of the building

on the third floor...

cables for ambient
light sensors.

They got the whole
top level lasered off.

So, if they're all
in their apartment,

they can tell if someone
steps on the floor.

We can't even get
to the stairwells.

This configuration most likely
leads to a central hallway,

and central hallways
have guards.

We walk around the wrong corner,
we're dead, and so is Zoe.

If we can't see around the corners,
we'll see through the walls.

Sorry, Sylvester.

My souvenir.

Your souvenir...

contains a
light-receiving diode,

so when it's nighttime,

it doesn't chime and
wake everyone up.

We fire a laser pulse into the
wall at the end of the hall.

The pulse scatters in
a million directions.

It bounces off any
object around the corner,

including possibly the
guard, who won't see it

because it's invisible
to the human eye.

The photons bounce off the walls,
all the way back to that diode.

Which will be wired
up to my tablet.

The tablet's camera will
simultaneously send the data

to Sylvester's
laptop in the car.

I have to stay in the
car, alone?

Would you rather
be in the building

with the gun-toting
drug dealers?

Enough. Go on, Walter.

The laptop will then read the
configuration of the photon bounceback

and give us a rough image
of what's around the corner.

It's easy,
so long as this diode works.

So whether we walk
into an ambush

depends on the craftsmanship

of a knock-off
motel cuckoo clock.

Effectively, yeah.

I will also need some
plumbing supplies.

We're about to
enter three stories,

about half a dozen
cartel members,

a dozen automatic weapons and
a few thousand rounds of ammo.

Not to mention that
Paco's already given them

our names and I.D.s.

Probably already seen this
morning's little news piece

and know exactly what
kind of untrained

non-mercenaries we are.

Well, no such thing as bad
press, right?

Yeah, well,
we don't have a chance in hell

unless we start
working together.

Forget working together.
We'll have to work magic.

Getting a girl off
the third floor

without stepping
on the third floor?

That's crazy town.

I'm still concerned
about the courtyard.

It has a five-foot
retaining wall,

which could possibly be
trapping us in a death box.

Courtyard is the
only way to do this,

so long as Happy
took care of her end.

When have I not?

Happy, don't question Walter.

Didn't you see the interview?

He's better than us, remember?

Damn it!
What about a young girl's life

isn't registering with you?

You all had ideas on the
plan, it came together,

and now you need to be a team.

We better get our
heads on right,

or we're not coming out
of that building alive.

Yep.

Diode's picking up
the laser bounceback.

Sylvester, you getting this?

Receiving data now.

Getting an image.

There is a man
around the corner,

six feet tall,
sitting in a chair,

two yards in from the corner,

either a dust buster
or a gun in his lap.

Why would he have a dust
buster, potato head?

Shut it.

Oh, nice.
He'll be out for a while.

I take the east stairwell here.

You take the west.

It's not a dress rehearsal.

- Be prepared.
- Copy that.

Let's hit it.

Be safe.

You, too.

You sure about Sofia?

It's the most popular female
Hispanic name last two years.

Roll the dice.

Here goes nothin'.

Hey, scumbags!

Okay, he's out in the hall.

I know you're loving this.

Happy! Hurry the hell up!

I'm seriously outmanned!

I'm going as fast as I can.

It's okay...
we're gonna get you out of here.

Happy? You there?

I lost communication.

While she just waltzed right in?

You come into our home.

You try to take what's ours.

Now you're gonna die with pain.

You need to leave town
as fast as you can.

Now!

We gotta hurry up!

I can't hold them
off much longer!

Walter, how are you on time?

Because Cabe is in big trouble.

Happy, we're almost there.
Status?

I'm dangling a human
being by a bed sheet.

That is my status.

All right, Cabe, we got her...
bug out.

Coming in three, two...!

One!

Everyone okay?

All right, we gotta hurry.

Sylvester, everything set up?

Just did it...
I'm on my way to the car!

Okay.

You messed with the wrong group of
people, my friends.

Before you do anything
rash, you should know...

You recognize that gun?

The motion sensor is calibrated
to not shoot anything

before the door,
but it will take out anything

that moves on the
other side of it.

And fortunately,
that's the side you're on.

I improved your gun.

You so much as move a trigger
finger, you're dead.

Lying puta.

I can see you're all scared...
that's good.

It means you won't
do anything stupid.

Like move again.

So here's how this
is gonna go down.

My friends and I are gonna
walk Zoe right out that door.

And none of you are gonna
do a damn thing about it.

You try to intervene,
it'll be the last thing you ever do.

Come on. They can't hurt you.

I've put a 24-hour battery
on the motion sensor,

so, for your sake,
I hope that you and your men

are disciplined.

Now remember...

your nose does not itch.

Toby.

Coming.

That was really cool.

We should get a clear
signal in a few miles.

We'll call your dad, okay?

Thank you.

Stop the car.

What? Why?

Just stop the car up there.

Give me your watch.

This is a $5,000 watch.

From the U.S.
ambassador to Paraguay.

The kid saved my life.

Sell the watch, buy a train
ticket, and move far away.

Gracias.

Okay... vitals are good,
but you're still dehydrated.

So drink up over the next few
days, okay?

Dad...

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry about everything.

Um... we should, uh,
give them a minute.

Can I, uh...

So, um... along the, um...

along the same lines
of, uh, reconciliation,

I wanted to, uh,
apologize for the whole...

interview thing.

I, uh, should have made sure
that you were all included.

Everyone.

Uh... I just wasn't thinking.

Distance between
family is never good.

I don't like fighting
with you guys.

Yeah,
I'm sorry I was such a pip.

Ditto.

If we don't look out for each
other, who will?

Right?

I wasn't really fighting with
anybody, so I'm not sorry.

But I'm glad everyone's made up.

Uh...

That was evolved of you.

So while you're in the
spirit, go talk to Sylvester.

Please... he's dying inside.

Hey.

Why aren't I good
enough for your sister?

I know the obvious...

my stress, my anxiety, but...

I'm a good person.

Good should count for something.

It hurts me.

Sylvester, you are,
uh, kind and generous

and a better human being
than I will ever be.

But I have spent a long
time preparing myself

for the fact that Megan
will very likely die.

My research isn't going as
fast as I had hoped for.

And I don't know
if I can save her.

Now, I can handle the fallout.

But you are not designed
to process the pain

that you're gonna feel.

Getting close to
her is-is dangerous.

For you.

But she calms me, Walter.

She makes me feel
good about myself.

And I know there's risk.

But if there's one thing that's
worth the risk, it's her.

I'm glad she's found
such a good guy.

Oh, okay.

All right, buddy.

Hey.

Sylvester,
what are you doing here?

I got you something.

It's a cuckoo.

Slightly used.

I love it.

It's very subdued.

What are you doing?

You like to dance.

So I would be honored if
you would dance with me.

Love those moves.

Oh, yeah.

Get up on this.

Sly, I can't.

Yeah, you can... come on.

Sly, I can't.

Come on.

I can't.

Put your feet on my feet.

- Oh, God.
- I got you.

Hey, hey.

Hey.

I'll support you.

I just want to thank you...

again, before we leave.

Of course.

So what's all this?

I'm working toward
the Kármán Line Prize.

$15 million award for
aerospace development.

I actually know the
anonymous benefactor.

I'm on his board.

I can put in a good word.

Oh, I appreciate it.

I'd-I'd prefer to
win fair and square.

That shows integrity.

How'd you like to come
work at my think tank?

State-of-the-art equipment,
world-class labs.

I'd be insane not to
try and bring you in.

That's an incredible
offer, Mr. Elia.

I'm happy here.

Okay.

But please think about it a
spell, because you never know...

maybe you could be even happier.

Thank you.