All language subtitles for SCORPION - S01 E20 - Crossroads (720p - Web-DL)

WALTER: 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.

♪ ♪

Hey. Uh, reservation for
two, under Curtis.

Can I get you a drink while
you wait for your other party?

Uh, no, thanks.
He'll be here any minute.

BASEBALL ANNOUNCER: One and one.

Baker waiting again.

Brock at second,
Russell on first.

And the pitch on the way.

♪ ♪

One and one.

Another refill?

I'm gonna kill him.

♪ ♪ (loud hammering)

Probability theory dictates

that one cannot
predict the future

with any absolute certainty.

But this is an exception...
There is zero chance

that she will
accept your apology.

I'm not gonna apologize;
I'm gonna grovel.

SYLVESTER: Understood,
but still there's a high likelihood

- that she will throw something at you.
- Stop talking.

Good luck.

(hammer strikes loudly)

Peace offering.

Wrench bouquet. And...
these chocolates have nuts.

Get it? Nuts?

Is this thing on?

I don't have any feelings,

and even I'm uncomfortable
watching this.

John 8:32.
"The truth will set you free."

The truth is I'm an idiot.

I was nervous about our date,

so I took an Alprazolam.

Apparently,
I should've taken a half.

Because I didn't wake
up till 6:00 a.m.

So I'd be so humbled
if you'd please

accept these.

I anticipated that.

Frank! You're on!

(Frank clears throat)

(plays note)

♪ To err is human,
to forgive divine ♪

♪ Toby'd like to buy ya some
cheese and some wine... ♪

TOBY: Frank, get out of here.
It's not safe.

♪ ♪

(hammer strikes loudly)

(hammer striking in distance)

Well, that didn't go so
well, did it?

Wow, that's very astute, 197.

An observation?

You learned a very
inexpensive lesson.

Workplace entanglements

are ill-advised,
destined to fail,

not to mention disruptive to...

business.

Oh, well,
business will have to suffer,

'cause I'm not giving up.

I'm imploring you to let it go.

Romance and work are...

oil and water.

Um, this is...

exhibit A

for Affective Dysregulation,

the inability to
regulate feelings.

You couldn't even bring
yourself to erase stick figures

of you and Paige holding hands.

I just wiped down the board...
I didn't pay attention

to every last mark.

Even more Affective
Dysregulation,

you emotional Dumpster fire.

This clearly

a psychological marker

of your feelings for her,
and Drew's coming back soon.

So all I'm saying is,
if you sit on the sidelines,

you are going to lose this game.

Oh. Sports.

My favorite.

Yeah.

Maya Hernandez, an accountant

for the violent Nicaraguan
criminal organization

known as the DL,
was shot at yesterday

while being
transferred to court,

barely escaping with her life.

Hey, Happy is smelting
titanium over copper,

resulting in an inefficient
transfer of electrons.

Should I call the cops?

What?

No. She's...

clearly distracted by
her issues with Toby.

Discord is... bad for the team.

You need to make sure
that things go back

to the way that they (ringtone playing)
were prior to this dating nonsense.

- Consider it done.
- Okay.

I have a problem.

Okay.

Hello. Uh, this is the last cup

of the discontinued
Boysenberry Blast

that was in the fridge.

The "sell by" date
was two days ago.

And?

And do I eat it,
risk a raging bacterial infection?

- That's what you're worried about?
- Yes.

That woman there...

is the target of a
vicious crime syndicate,

and you're worried about yogurt?

- Well...
- Hernandez, who has

intimate knowledge of
the financial workings

of the deal,

is set to testify against
the cartel next week

in Ventura County,

where the venue
has been reassigned

after this recent attempt on Ms.
Hernandez' life.

The DL is led by
Hector Menjivar,

seen here in a 2009 mug shot,

when he was sentenced to three
years for aggravated assault.

- Poor lady.
- Yeah.

- Imagine having those guys after you.
- New case.

- Oh. Well, what is it?
- Them.

The DL crept up from
Nicaragua in the '80s.

Started out in
carting, trucking.

Small-timers who did little more
than rigged bids to get jobs.

After a while,
they graduated to shipping for hire.

Drugs, guns, bodies,
whatever you wanted to move discreetly,

they carried in their
trucks for the right price.

Their boss, Hector Menjivar.

Government's been trying
to nail him forever.

- Guy's slippery.
- And this witness, Maya Hernandez,

- she was part of their group?
- PICKETT: She's a civilian.

A neighborhood girl who took
a job as their bookkeeper

when she was 19.

Her husband was a driver.
They had no idea

who they were really working
for until it was too late.

Did you say her
husband was a driver?

He was killed a few months ago.

Rival runners took him out
just north of San Francisco.

Collateral damage in Hector's
war to expand his territory.

So that's why she wants
to help shut down the DL.

People are scared of these guys.

They don't normally testify
of their own free will.

But we can't find the books

outlining these
guys' activities.

She's the linchpin.

So you trumped up
a conspiracy claim,

make it seem like
she was part of it,

and then told her you would drop
the charges only if she testified.

That's scummy.

We are giving her protection.

She almost got shot to
ribbons under your protection.

That's why we're here.

To assist the U.S.
Marshals in strategizing

a safe means of
transport for the witness

from L.A. to Ventura. Sly?

We suggest

losing the standard parallel
formation, instead employing

a convoy configuration,

which reduces surface
area and vulnerabilities

that were exploited by
the DL's last attack.

We put Ms.
Hernandez in the fourth SUV,

owing to the rule of threes...
The human brain fatigues

after viewing the third
object in a row of pattern,

making the fourth vehicle the
safest spot psychologically.

Also, we use

decoy cars, because,
well, decoys work.

Lastly,
Maya needs to be wearing this.

She's a witness, not a prisoner.

Yeah. There are prisoner transfers
at the courthouse every day.

The DL will be looking for
someone in civilian clothing.

So the bright orange jumpsuit
actually disguises her.

All right. Anything else?

My team will follow
the convoy with Cabe,

providing a mobile tech hub.

WALTER: Sylvester will hack the
GPS systems to clear traffic.

Happy will handle any mechanical
issues; Toby will scan

the route to predict
attack patterns.

I will ride with you and Maya

to quarterback and make
real-time adjustments.

So, are you capable
of keeping up with us?

Well, you know

what they say: good,
fast, polite...

Pick two.

MAYA: Lady,
this jumpsuit is too small for me.

It's a four. You said four.

Oh, I guess prison
fashion runs really small.

I can get you another.

Whatever.

I'm sorry about your husband.

We'll protect you.

Protect me? Lady,

- Paige.
- Please... Paige...

You guys are just
taking me to my funeral.

So what the hell do I care

what I'm wearing, right?
I'm just gonna be buried in it.

I'll be with Cabe.

Be careful.

♪ ♪

Sylvester, do you have a clear
path for us to the freeway?

I'm spoofing fake
phones with static GPS

all along our route
to simulate gridlock

all the way to
the entrance ramp.

It'll be a virtual
car-pocalypse.

No one will be on our route.
Smooth sailing.

All right,
we're passing Grand Avenue.

Straight ahead for
another 5.6 miles.

WALTER: Roger that.

- Excuse me. Why are we slowing down?
- School bus ahead.

WALTER: Not a neighborhood
you take class trips to.

There are no schools
in this area.

I don't see any children

on that bus.

It's an ambush. It's an ambush.

They're cutting us off!

MAYA: Oh, my God,
they've got guns!

(automatic gunfire)

All SUV's scatter. Repeat:

scatter!

(gunfire)

(tires squeal)

PAIGE: Walter,
you have any eyes on them?

Nothing.
Passing 38th and Spring.

Got it. Recalibrating route.

♪ ♪

- Check this out, behind us.
- Truck at six o'clock.

No front license plate.
Coming in fast.

Turn into the alley.

Changing course.

False alarm.

False alarm. We're clear.

Okay, continue north.

There's a highway entrance

half a mile away.

Copy that.

(crashing) MAYA: Oh!

MAYA: It's him.

How'd they know
which SUV we were in?

What's going on?

Cabe, it's Hector.

He's on us.

Get us the hell out of here!

Axle must have cracked.

We're not goin' anywhere.

Shoot them!

This entire vehicle's
bulletproof.

If we shoot, it'll ricochet

off the glass and kill us.

Get down!

What is he doing?

What is he doing?

I want the girl.

I want the girl.

I said give me the girl!

Do something.

We need backup.

Impact destroyed the radio.

Cabe, we need help.
We're near 36th and Avalon.

We'll be there in two minutes.

Sending for backup now.

(grunts)

(screams) He knows.

He can't break the windows

so he's going for
the door locks.

(grunts)

The shotgun.

The shotgun. Give me the shells.
Give me the shells. Now.

WALTER: Come on.

Okay, okay. (grunts)

If we can get these shells hot
enough, they'll combust.

(grunts)

He's gonna get in!

The gas! Floor it!

(engine revving)

All right,
there's a hose in there

that leads to the heater core
which is next to the engine.

Keep the pedal down and
get the temperature up.

But if this thing blows up,

we're five feet from it.

A bulletproof vehicle
with a reinforced cage.

Still, you're up front so you'll
take the brunt of the force,

so I suggest you get down now.
(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(groans)

Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

(coughing)

Meet us at end of the
6th Street Bridge!

Comin' up on it now.

(tires screech)

Five blocks from the courthouse
and the DL was already on us.

The route was classified.

We maximized security
at the weakest points.

We had less than a
.1% chance of failure.

It was a mole,
someone inside the LAPD or the Marshals.

There's no other explanation.

Those bastards have their finger
in every pie you can imagine.

Wouldn't be the first
time that law enforcement

took a payout from scumbags.

So now we're on our own.
No convoy. No backup.

No chance in hell.

No.
No, I said we'd protect Maya,

so we will.
We just need to readjust our plan.

We don't know who we can trust.

We're gonna have to
get her back ourselves.

Hector will spot this
government SUV in a second.

I'm gonna have to
get a new vehicle.

There's an Earl's Used
Car Lot not far from here.

When I'm done with Earl,
he is not gonna know what hit him.

Look,

this is clearly a
government vehicle,

not in any of your names.

Hotter than the devil's armpit.

You want to make this swap,
you got to throw in some cash.

It needs brakes, brake liners,
shocks, new transmission,

and the engine's
barely an engine.

Got to buy the last vehicle

they'd ever expect
to find us in.

Okay, Earl, let me guess.

You're thrice divorced.
Four to six kids.

One bad knee and two
blocked arteries.

- How do you...
- It's a gift I have.

You had a woman you
cared about once,

hence that 1968-era
necklace around your neck...

Clearly a gift from her.

But you messed up.

Now you wish you could do things
over and take away that hurt

you caused her.

Throw in cash

or no deal.

Earl, you haven't had
a full bank account

or a decent BM in years.

You're overplaying your hand

because you think
we're desperate,

but the truth is we're just
desperate enough to trade

a $40,000 car for a $2,000 piece of crap.
You do that,

you can belly up to the
bar with a fat wallet

to impress the ladies.

You've been lonely for a
while, Earl.

It's about time you feel good
about yourself again. Hmm?

♪ ♪

CABE: I feel like we should
be cranking some Skynyrd

in this thing.

Takes me back.

To what?

The '70s.

I wasn't born yet.

Screw you.

You okay?

I'm on the run with a bunch
of geeks in a conversion van

that smells like a
dog dipped in soup.

You just seem a little flushed.

Oh, you think we got away?

(scoffs) We didn't.
Hector doesn't give up.

And odds are overwhelming
that we won't outrun him

in this vehicle.

They have cars from this decade,

not to mention
semiautomatic weapons.

I heard over the comms,

they got 44 rounds off
in a matter of seconds.

48 rounds.
I heard them ricochet off the hood.

Well, uh,

since we have a-a
break from action,

Walter wanted me to talk to you.

Nothing to talk about.

- The doc is dead to me.
- I know

bouncing from foster
home to foster home,

you probably feel like people
let you down your whole life.

But I-I think you should
give Toby another chance.

I guarantee that's not what
Walter wanted you to say to me.

He wants you to get along,
and I think you can.

As more than friends.
It's just gonna take time

because you're...
both different.

Unique.

Odd. Weird.

I'm dust, aren't I?

Pretty much.

Damn it. We're overheating.

Our man on the inside
has Maya on the road

with something called scorpions.

The band?

Nerds.

Whoever they are,
we'll find them and smoke them, too.

Maybe sooner than we think.

It's a beaut.

Owned by a family that just
puttered around town in it.

We know who owned the car.

Now we need to know
which way they went

and what they were driving.

A piece of crap.

Great pick, Doc.

We needed a ride that would
keep us under the radar.

We under the radar now?

Out in the open
with a smoking van?

They're not looking for a van.

They're looking for an SUV.
And you're the mechanic.

You should've figured
out this thing was a dud.

Cut it out. Both of you.

I thought you were gonna
fix things with them.

It's a work in progress.

Gonna need some coolant
and a new radiator hose.

All right, kids.
If you need to hit the head,

now's the time because we're not
stopping once we hit the road.

You know you're not our
dad, right?

Stop acting like kids,
I'll stop acting like your dad.

♪ ♪ (bell dinging)

Bathroom?

MAN: Through the back.

Excuse me. Do you carry the
yogurt Boysenberry Blast

but fresh?

So you like salty sweet.

I liked that, too,
when I was pregnant.

The cravings,
plus your clothes not fitting.

Let me guess,
end of first trimester?

11 weeks.

It's great.
My child gets to be born

with a target on his back.

You really don't think

the government can protect you
from Hector after you testify?

I don't think you guys
can even protect me

the rest of the way to Ventura.

♪ ♪

(dinging)

Cabe!

(gunshots)

Oh!

(grunting)

HECTOR: Get the girl!

(gunshots continue) Over
here, over here.

Ladies.

I only want one of you.

But I'll kill all three of you.

We need to get this van running.

The hoses and the
coolant are inside.

That's not really
an option right now.

I'll take care of the hose.

You find a temporary
coolant, okay?

(grunts)

(gunshots)

Okay. I have an idea.

I need this, uh, CO2
canister, but I also need

a-a PVC pipe and some kind of
small, hard object.

Top of the aisle.
Paper towels are on the second shelf,

six and a half feet away from
the cookie rack. Urinal cakes

are on the third shelf just
below the arthritis cream.

Maya, I'll go.
Happy, work on the canister.

(gunshots continue)

You don't cross the DL.

(grunts)

(gunshots continue)

Aha!

Huh?

Beer, Toby?

It's malt liquor.

All right. That's good.

(gunshots)

(clicking)

I know what that sound is.

You're as good as dead.

Ladies, get in the van!

Actually,
not the first time I've said that.

Come on! Come on! Let's go!

All right, hold on, guys.

(backfiring)

SYLVESTER: We got to
hurry, that was close.

Um... what's that new smell

coming from the vent?

40 ounces of smooth,
satisfying flavor.

And they're going to be back
in a few seconds with more guys

and we're dead.

I know a way out of this...
You can just let me go.

I'll just disappear.

You'll have no protection.

Oh, as opposed to now?

Going 85 on a front
left and back right tire

that are both a 16th inch
from being totally bald?

Okay, that's it,
you are not normal.

Who besides these guys
computes tire tread on wheels

they've seen a split second?

And you knew to the inch
where the supplies would be

for my urinal cake cannon?

Your what now?

You corrected me on the
amount of the bullets fired

by Hector and Jorge,
and no one corrects me

when it comes to math,
but you were right.

I'm good with numbers.

When you watch a pinwheel,
can you replay it in your mind

in slow motion to
count the revolutions?

Only when I'm bored.

Yeah, you're a genius.

I'm guessing 164,

with a specialty in visual
inferential mathematics.

You can record and
compute what you see.

Now that explains the low EQ.

What the hell is a low EQ?

That.

Okay, well,
I can take care of myself.

It's not just about you anymore.

You think being on the run will
be good for your pregnancy?

CABE: You're pregnant?

Oh, boy.

We are averaging
70 miles an hour

and the goons are gaining
on us at at least a hundred.

We'd need a racecar.

Actually, I-I know a place near
here where we could get one.

PAIGE: Who owns this place?

Guy named Ricky Lambert.

He's a hacker who does
contract work for the DL.

He hacks into
government databases

and then he makes
fake IDs and passports

so they can smuggle
contraband overseas.

Pays better than
what we're doing.

Actually, he's broke.

He had to take a
loan out from the DL.

Dude likes to blow his
money on bad habits.

I wouldn't know
anything about that.

WALTER: Lamborghini
Aventador LP 700?

It's great.
We'd only need four of them.

What about that?

That's a top-of-the-line,
655-horsepower, diesel RV.

With the latest
in smart car tech,

including digital load
balancing, four-wheel braking.

We could modify the onboard
computer to maximize speed.

With that, we could outrun
the DL and get Maya to safety.

Again, being forced to
testify against the DL

is not returning me to safety.

For now, we just gotta make sure
the DL doesn't catch up to us.

Security's tight.

It'd be tough to sneak through.

Don't even try.

Lambert likes to use his muscle.

He likes to pretend he's Hector.

Problem is,
we don't have any muscle of our own.

Yeah,
but Lambert doesn't know that.

MAN: Mr. Lambert.

These men claim to
have business with you.

Who the hell are you?

Well, the organizations who
hire me call me Mr. Green.

This is my associate.

Afternoon.

I've come on behalf
of Hector Menjivar.

I believe you know him.

He's someone you owe
in a substantial way.

I suggest you invite us in.

Yeah, sure thing.

Yeah, I don't want any trouble.

Okay, thank you.

According to our
information, Mr. Lambert,

you owe Hector a quarter
of a million dollars

- and he doesn't believe...
- What? No.

No. I don't owe him
anywhere near that.

Allow me to refresh your memory.

MAYA: You borrowed $170,000

at 19 points, which bumped up
to 20 points after six months.

After compounding interest,
you owe $252,187.63.

Sly,
I think you've met your match.

WALTER (over comm): After
compounding interest,

you owe $252,187.63.

So, did I...

did I miss anything?

No.

TOBY: Ooh,
the timbre in his voice

means you were right.
Seal the deal; intimidate him.

- Tell him you want the money now.
- I want the money now.

What?

Tell him he wouldn't
want to make you angry.

You wouldn't want
me to get angry.

Tell him he wouldn't
like you when your angry.

Okay, what is he, the Hulk?

You wouldn't like
me when I'm angry,

because my adrenal cortex
releases stress hormones,

I become irritable

and I might possibly even

raise my voice.

Nevermind, just slam the table.

(slams table)

Come on, Walt, harder!

(grunts)

Is this guy crazy?

You have no idea.

Now,
Hector told me to leave here

with either collateral,
or your left hand,

so which one is it going to be?

Close the door.

We got to get out of here
before he catches on.

All right, done. Let's go.

Hector, it's Lambert.

Look,
I want you to know I wasn't...

I wasn't trying to dodge my debt.
Okay?

Your guys are on their
way with my RV now.

I'll get you the rest in a week.

The hell are you talking about?

Hurry up.

It's hard to see behind
you in this thing.

I think I hit one of the rocks.

All right, floor it.

(tires squealing)

Come on. Come on!

(grunts) (tires squealing)

What is that noise?

We gotta move, Cabe. Come on.

I can't! We're stuck!

(tires squealing) Come on.

Open the gates.

All right, all right,
okay, that's great.

(gunshots)

Okay, close the gates.

Mm, got it.

Happy, where are you?

(tires squealing)

Come on, come on, let's go.

- Toby, we got to block their exit.
- Oh, oh, oh, no.

Move, move, move.

What are you doing?

I'm making it so
they don't follow us!

(gunfire) Open the gate now!

Everybody okay?

TOBY: Still here.

I dropped my yogurt when
we were running, so no.

This guy has a lot of toys.

What about you, Maya?

You all right?

No.

This is never going to end.

I know that Agent Gallo thinks

that the government
can keep me hidden,

but you see now the fear that
Hector strikes into people.

Just the idea that he was angry

got Lambert to hand
over a luxury RV.

He has people who don't even work for
him, shooting at us.

I mean, people kill for him.

And after I testify,
he will kill me.

And my child.

I get it,
but what are we going to do?

The Feds want her to testify
or do time for refusing.

They need her.

There's nothing we
can do about it.

I don't like it any
more than you guys.

What if they didn't need her?

They're building a case, Walter.

She's their evidence.

She knows their books,
their operation.

She was their
bookkeeper for years.

What if we can create the books.

Books that Maya has
the information for.

TOBY: We all heard
her back there.

She knows every detail
of their operation

down to the last penny.

We can create a computerized
diary of all the DL's dealings.

We just need to make it look

like it was created
a couple years ago

with digital imprints that
even the best forensics

won't be able to tell are fake.

If it contains everything
in Maya's head,

then the Feds don't need Maya

and Hector and his pals
still go up the river.

Can you guys really do that?

- Yes.
- No.

That's fabricating evidence.

The Feds want her on the
stand, under oath.

Um, Maya.

Do you swear everything
you're going to tell us

will be the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

- I do.
- That works for me.

That's a dirty magazine.

Yes, it is.

It's revolting.

Cabe, we need a solution,

so if you're just going
to shoot this down,

then I hope you have
another plan to save Maya.

(sighs)

Happy, take the wheel.

I need to make this
as legal as possible.

LAMBERT: Hector.
Look, Hector, if I knew who they were,

I would've killed them on site.

Okay, please.

I thought they were with you.

And I thought you were
someone who was smart.

You take your time
paying me back,

now you let a bunch
of computer nerds

slip right through your fingers.

Computers.

That's it.

We got 'em.

And the phony alcohol
stamp business netted 128?

$128,040.12 in
September of 2008.

SYLVESTER: In one month?
All right.

What's the next entry?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Can I tell you a story?

I'm driving a 30,000
pound vehicle.

I am focused on the road.

I'll be quick.

When your mom is bipolar

and your dad is so passive
that he sometimes doesn't talk

to his son for weeks on end,
not because he's mad at you

but because he
forgets you're there,

you grow up with nothing good,

and you begin to think
you deserve nothing good.

So when something good
is right in front of you,

or next to you,
you self-sabotage

because you wouldn't
know what to do

with something
good if you had it.

I'm truly sorry, Happy.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I have worn perfume
once in my life.

Last night.

And I won't do it again.

Look, last night saved us

a year of nonsense
that would've resulted

in us not being friends.

It's better this way.
Going back to normal.

I think it can still work.

We have problems.

- Yeah, we all have problems, Happy.
- No, we have serious problems.

Who doesn't have serious
problems, you know?

That's what makes us human.

No, idiot.
I'm not in control of the RV.

Someone's hacked
into the onboard

computer and taken
control of this rig.

I have complete autonomy
over the vehicle.

There's nothing they can do.

Oh, man,
we're still accelerating.

Pull the emergency brake.

Uh, nothing.
They cut the power steering.

Okay, I've basically got no
control of a 15-ton vehicle.

- We're screwed.
- Hector must have Lambert doing this.

I'm buckling up.

HAPPY: I can barely keep
this thing on the road.

LAMBERT: I'm burying the
needle on these guys.

- Someone grab the wheel.
- I've got it.

According to the
navigation system,

we're coming to a
three and a half-mile

straightaway,
ending in a sharp turn and a

steep drop off.
At this speed we won't make that turn.

SYLVESTER: That gives us

two minutes and 38 seconds
until we drive off of the cliff.

Yeah, not if we regain control
of the onboard computer.

Ah, he cut off the wireless.
I can't hack in.

We have to manually access it.
Happy,

can you get it through the dash?

Not in two minutes.
But there's another way to it.

And we are gonna
need this stuff.

No more than six feet of rope.

I got it. Just be careful.

(grunts)

If you're off by more
than 2 .9 inches,

she'll get sucked
under the wheel.

Appreciate the info.

We got less than two miles,
then we're going over the cliff.

Give me some slack.

♪ ♪

When we regain control,
Paige, you steer us to

the side of the road.

Okay.

Be right back.

Or not.

A minute, 32 until impact.

(grunts)

What took you so long?

- Oh! Not good.
- Please tell me you did not

just drop the screwdriver.

Okay, I won't.

Try and think of something.

I got it, I got it.

Got it. Think I can reach

the hard drive from there.

Time to make a
little room for me.

I'll see you up top. Or not.

30 seconds.

All right.

Hi.

15 seconds.

Eight seconds!

Oh, he shut down the computer!

Cut the wheel.

Oh.

Walter.

Oh, God, no,

- no.
- What is it?

That's the worst
roadkill I've ever seen.

(grunts) (coughs)

Okay, we can celebrate our
near-death experience later.

'Cause Hector...
(coughs) is still on our tail and

it won't be much longer until
he catches up with us again.

(coughs) We kind of stand out

in the middle of
nowhere farming country.

That might not such a bad thing.

- What the hell does that mean?
- I got an idea.

This is federal agent Cabe
Gallo, badge number 2835.

Get me the local
sheriff's office.

Vamano, Jorge, vamano, vamano.
Come on,

come on, faster,
we got to catch 'em!

There they are.

Gun it.

Come on, around the side,
let's go, let's go, let's go!

Get around 'em!

I can't. I can't see around 'em.

Hit the brakes!

Hands up. Don't move.

You pull that trigger

and it'll be the last
thing you ever do.

(grunts)

Hey. Thanks for hacking the RV.

Gave us the idea to operate
it remotely ourselves.

Except it worked out for us.
Enjoy prison.

Prosecutors are gonna be pissed.

Well, they won't be
too happy with me.

But at the end of day,
with the data you gave us,

they'll be able to make a RICO
case and put Hector and his boys

away for life.
That's all they care about,

so they'll let it go.

Well,

guess this is good-bye.

Before you go,
let me hear it one more time,

for my own piece of mind.

After Sheriff Barnes takes
me to the bus station,

I buy a ticket to Vancouver.
Once I get there

I go straight to the U.S.
consulate,

request a package
from Cabe Gallo,

and they'll hand it over to
me, no questions asked.

That's right.
Inside you'll find 20 grand

and a brand-new Canadian
identity for you.

Best of luck, kid.

Why are you all
doing this for me?

We promised to protect you.

And you're one of us.

(engine starts)

A new country, fake I.D.s...

Not without its risks.

She's going to have a child.

When it comes to someone you
love, you have to take risks.

Did you hear that, pal?

You got to take risks
when you love someone.

GARCIA: Authorities have
finally brought down

the notorious leader of the
DL, Hector Menjivar.

The break in the case was
the stunning discovery

of the DL's electronic

financial ledger,
recovered from Menjivar's laptop.

Members of his crew are
already cutting deals

implicating not only Menjivar

but a member of the
LAPD who was allegedly

acting as a mole for the
criminal organization.

You were right about the
mole, Toby.

Good night, guys.

That was distant.

That's 'cause she cares.

If she didn't care,
she wouldn't be upset.

What are you doing?

Me? Nothing.
I'm not doing anything.

Okay. So, I found another.

Boysenberry Blast in
the back of the fridge

and it is past due as well.

Are you kidding me?

You need to take a risk, son.

You see what I did with Happy?
I opened up.

I wore my heart on my sleeve.

Toby. You were severely burned.

Yes, but I'm living.
And I'm gonna get her back.

- Give me this.
- Toby.

Mmm, mmm, mmm, oh, my God.

Oh, mmm. Delicioso.

Mmm. It's fine, you big baby.

And because you
didn't take a risk,

someone else got your yogurt.

(chuckles)

If you don't take a risk, my
man, Drew's gonna take Paige.

Paige isn't yogurt.

No, she's a risk.
One you need to take. So you need

to get in your car, drive to her
house, knock on her door

and tell her how you feel.

Thank you!

♪ ♪