All language subtitles for SCORPION - S01 E01 - Pilot (720p - Web-DL)

Walter!

Breaching... go!

Immunity agreement and
extradition waiver.

Sign them, and I'll tell
you how I hacked into NASA.

Corporal to command.

We have Scorpion.

He's just a kid.

Team leaders maintain
position 'til evac...

Target is acquired.

I just wanted the shuttle
blueprints for my wall.

What's your name, son?

Walter?

Walter?

Are you listening?

Yes, you said “I didn't
see this coming at all.”

I can't believe you're
breaking up with me.

I'll admit you
have been patient.

Longest three months of my life.
Mmm.

You're not easy, Walter.

I thought this might help.

Throughout our relationship,

you've accused me,
correctly, of being unable

to connect with your
emotional states.

So... I mapped out

what I anticipate
you'll experience

over the next few minutes.

You wrote a document
to connect with me

- emotionally?
- Mm-hmm.

Now, this is a decision tree.

This is just to help
you through the...

Hey! I pay you to fix
wireless, not talk.

You scheduled our
breakup on a job?!

To be more efficient.

You may be trying, Walter.

But you're still a
million miles from normal.

Here you go, Burt.
Your table's up here.

And your tea's waiting and
your eggs'll be up in five.

All right.
You smell so good today.

What is that...
new cologne? I love it.

Hey, kid! You're making a mess!

Paige! Again your boy's all over

- with the shakers!
- I know, he knows, I know.

He's just having a hard
time adjusting in school.

He'll be back next week.
Promise.

Hey, honey. It's okay.

Mr. Gianakos just likes
to keep things neat.

Remember we talked about
that kind of thing before?

Doesn't mean there's something
wrong with you, okay?

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh...

Excuse me?

Can I help you?

No, but you should help him.

Wireless is up.

Don't yell at that boy.

If you're sick of being
broke, for $108.3,

which month has 28 days?

All of them.

I actually know this one!

Uh, February?

We have a winner!

Idiots.

Okay, so if my math is right...
and it is...

we can siphon 700
kilowatts a month

through the fall before
anyone even notices.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What are you doing?
Over 30,000 shock-related

- accidents happen every year!
- Please.

I got this.

See? Power's up.

Why are you stealing
electricity?

Just borrowing it until
they turn our power back on.

I thought we were
paying the bills

after the Credit Nationale job?

I was.

I worked for three days on
this great loss algorithm

- for credit risk...
- You got lost in the numbers

and you forgot to pay
the electric bill.

And the water bill and our rent.
And the payment

was all in cash,
which got misplaced.

- It's somewhere... close.
- When's the last time you ate?

You mean, like, food?

Okay, it's cool, I finished

- the Lynwood job, Toby's picking up the fee.
- Toby?

Why not you?
I built the contractor

an automated conveyance
system and he called me Sugar.

So I hit him in the mouth.

And Toby is where exactly?

Shh! Keep your voices down!

Just for a minute!

Uh, Toby...

tell me you have
the Lynwood payment.

First, can I note how I nearly
tripled the Lynwood payment?

So those thugs are chasing you down
to give you a big congratulations?

I beat them in poker!
They're born chumps!

Pupils that dilate like saucers

whenever they had a good hand.
Come on!

A Harvard-trained behaviorist
should know that people

- don't like to get cheated!
- I hate you.

- No, you don't.
- We have a combined I.Q. of nearly 700,

and we can't even pay our bills.

- We had a bad day!
- We've been at this two years!

The whole reason why I started
this company is because

we have more to offer
than just fixing routers!

Walter, I'm reading a
textbook panic response

to normal financial stressors.

Okay, if this thing is going
south, Walt, just let me know,

'cause I have a cousin who
owns a garage in Phoenix...

No matter how hard we try...

and I know we're all trying...

we're a million
miles from normal.

Yo!

Hey, good.

Your timing's perfect.

A guy in there ripped us off.

I'll put a bag of
pills in your pocket

fat enough to get
you a room in Lompoc.

Understand?

Now, hit it.

Homeland Security.

- Is this you?
- No!

We're looking for
Walter O'Brien!

It's a badge.

No, no, no, no.

Get out. Get out!

- Get out of here now.
- I wouldn't be here

if I weren't
desperate, trust me.

“Trust you”?

- What is that... a joke?
- Who are you?

He's Federal Agent Cabe Gallo.

We worked together years ago.

The outcome was unfavorable.

Put it aside, O'Brien.

I need you.

45 minutes ago, there was

an automatic software upgrade
in the LAX control tower.

It had a bug.

- Now the entire system's down.
- Wa-wa-wait...

all the communications are down?

Contact's been lost between Long
Beach, LAX and Burbank.

Incoming flights
have been diverted.

But the ones that were about
to start their descent...

56 of them...
are out of comm range.

NSA's trying to work
a satellite hook-up.

FBI's attempting a Morse code
signal from the observatory.

We need you on software.

Without landing guidance,
those planes run out of fuel.

And crash.

And crash, Walter!

Sounds like...

catastrophe is imminent.

So, go find someone else. Now.

How about a certified Federal check
for $50,000 in each of your pockets?

I ran checks on all of you.

Mechanical prodigy, world-class
shrink, a human calculator.

Brilliant minds working
at half-capacity.

You want to do
something meaningful?

Here's your chance.

You don't, people and metal

will be falling from the
sky in less than two hours.

It's your call.

Even with half my IQ, I wouldn't be
dumb enough to believe you twice.

“Put it aside”?

“Forget about it and move on”

is not an option for people
with photographic memories.

Give us a minute.

What the hell are you doing?

I was mirroring you so your
subconscious can relate to me.

I thought it would
help you relax.

Do you think it's working?

Breaking this down logically,
we're not just going to

let those people
fall out of the sky.

I'm telling you...
I don't trust him.

I get it.

But without an influx of
capital, these two

are just gonna go
back to hacking banks.

And the next forensic
analyst they run into

won't be as nice as you.

Now, personally, I'm
cool, I can handle myself.

Time is wasting.

We've got 56 planes to land.

LAX Tower Control is the main
hub for all the other airports.

Fix the software
there, it autocorrects

- in Long Beach and Burbank.
- So, the new software's

the glitch... first step is to delete
that, then download

the old software,
should be enough for the planes to land.

So you're doing it?

We go to LAX...

we fix the software,
we are at a 90%

- chance of success.
- Grab your equipment.

Mine, too, please?

Must've been keeping tabs
on me to find me so quickly.

I got promoted to the L.A.
office.

Only make sense that I
would track you down.

Your body language suggests
that's about half the truth.

Of course, there's a 10%
chance that everyone dies.

You cross me on this,
I'll go online...

and in less than a
hour, I will erase you.

Sorry for the delay, folks.

We should have some more
information shortly.

Thank you for your patience.

Still no contact.

- Your cell?
- Nothing.

Back in the Air
Force, I once dropped

down to 1,500 feet
to catch a signal.

If we descend without comms,

we could run into another plane.

I'm sure there's
an army of people

working on this as we speak.

All right,

listen, when the FBI and the NSA
fail, do we get

some kind of bonus here?
I'd be willing

to go double or nothing.
I'm just saying. Toby...

They were your top
choice for this?

Walter O'Brien is
one of the five

smartest people alive, so, yes.

Be advised,
just got word from headquarters

there's a major
pile-up on the 405.

LAX is unreachable for hours.

LAX is a no-go.

- Copy that.
- Call for a helicopter.

Air traffic's been shut down

until the situation is resolved.

No copter?

We're down to a 17% chance

- of success.
- Pipe down, Rain Man.

Call him that again,
you better hope

the Feds have a
good dental plan.

This is what we get with a car
full of geniuses? - What you'll get

is a solution if everyone
keeps their mouth shut.

Everyone, quiet!

We don't need to go to LAX.

We just need a reliable
wireless signal

with no chance of going down.

I just fixed one a
mile north of here.

Owner!

Agent Gallo, Homeland Security.

We need to commandeer your
diner for a national emergency.

You can stay.

But that's it.

Everybody out!

Come on! Everybody out!
Come on, come on!

No, no, no, no, no.

You-you pay tomorrow. Come on.

Come on, out! Out! Out!

Come on!

What are you doing?

Any idea the bacteria
on countertops?

Just from chicken alone,
there are over 20 diseases

you can get from exposure.

This is wildly upsetting.

No, no, no, no, you stay.

Uh, Nemos, no
customers, no tips,

And I cannot leave
Ralph here with...

Listen, my immigration status

makes me not so comfortable
around Federal agents.

You lock up.

Ralph?

Good to see you again.

Roughly 89 minutes until
the first plane goes down.

Their lives are in our hands.

Is there something wrong at LAX?

It's top-secret.

How can it be top-secret

if the guy who set up our
wireless is working on it?

Happy, script a POST check
after the system's stabilized.

Sylvester,
run the odds on the patch

linking back into the software.

We do not want the
same problem tomorrow.

Toby...

look for a saboteur.

Walter, look for coffee.

This is gonna take
me, like, 90 seconds.

Screw this up, brains and guts

are gonna bounce all over town.

Actually,
fuel tanks ignite on impact.

You won't find a body part.

Eh, a blood-soaked spleen
could burn at a slower rate.

Hey, please check your language
around my nine-year-old.

Be decent in my place of work.

Thank you.

Secure channel to LAX.

Air traffic supervisor
is on the line.

His name is Brooks.

Okay.

Mr. Brooks,
I'm hacking into airport security.

I'm gonna rotate your cameras
to point at the monitors.

I'll see it remotely,
and I'll walk you through each step.

Who am I on with here?

I am not comfortable
with you hacking

- into anything at this airport.
- Then don't make it so easy.

To answer your question,
my name is Walter O'Brien,

and I was brought in to fix your
problem since you're not capable

of doing it yourself.

Look behind you.

Say hello to the
camera, Mr. Brooks.

I'm at your 10:00.
Our goal is to reboot

your computer and
land those planes.

To do that, hit control C
right in between the flickers

at the exact moment
that I say now.

Ready?

Now.

I missed. It's too fast.

Moving on, you, short sleeves and
tie, you in the glasses,

you code, right?

A little.

How'd you know?

Lucky guess. What's your name?

Randy.
Randy, take Mr. Brooks's seat.

You guys are talking
about planes going down.

I'm just an intern.

You just got promoted. Sit down!

Mr. Brooks, can you give Randy

the original installation
disk to download?

That software was
installed 15 years ago.

I have no idea where it is.

The company went
out of business.

Where do you back up your data?

- Blackstern Data Storage.
- Okay, we can get a copy

of the old software
from the backup server.

I e-mail it to Brooks,
he clicks a link,

and the system is up and running

as if the corrupted software
was never downloaded.

Blackstern's on Ventura.

Northeast.
Opposite direction of the gridlock.

You should know that
the data is backed up

to the latest software
every 12 hours on the five.

So in 20 minutes,
the last remaining useable software

will be corrupted. Happy, Toby,

get to the server and
get me that backup disk.

Sylvester, call the data center;
tell them we're on our way.

I'm gonna prep here
to relay to LAX.

Bates, take 'em.

Stay in contact.

Walter, you tell that waitress
I'm gonna be right back.

Toby, in situations like this,

carelessness, mistakes,
they will haunt you.

I know this from experience.

Walter, I'm always on point.

Have you seen my hat?

Here,
I thought you might be thirsty.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

You have anemia.

It turns your
fingernails pitted.

That's why your
polish looks streaky.

You need more iron.

Okay.

I don't recall asking, Einstein.

Einstein had a 160 IQ.

- Mine's 197.
- Wow.

So you must know everything about
me, if you're that smart.

You have no-name sneakers,
he has orthotics.

Whatever you have goes to Ralph.

The inflammation under your
eyes from lack of sunlight comes

from working two jobs...

As for the boy's
father, I'd make

calculated assumptions

in the realm of interpersonal
communication issues.

Oh, so we split because I
have issues communicating.

And I thought it was
the blonde in Tahoe.

Who the hell are you to tell
me that my polish looks cheap?

That-that hurts my feelings.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

I recognize that.

I've been told things
like that a lot before.

And my polish streaks
because Ralph does it.

He loves to paint,
and don't tell me

that he needs help, either.
He's challenged.

Have some empathy.

Challenged, huh?

Look at Sylvester and him.

Do you know what they're doing?

The matches are the king,
the jelly is the queen,

the sugar packets
are the knights.

He's playing chess with a grand
master who's about to lose.

Walter, you see this?

Check mate in eight moves.

This kid is amazing!

And he doesn't like
to paint your nails.

He does it because he wants

to hold your hand,
but he can't process physical contact.

So help him.

Or he will never
connect with you.

I'm sorry to be the
bearer of bad news,

but your son is a genius.

Walter, we're approaching
the data center.

We should have the
backup hard drive soon.

Copy that, Happy.

Standing by.

No, it's supposed
to be open 24/7!

Looks like they cut out.

Walt?

We got a problem. No one's home.

You're the mechanical engineer!
Pick the lock!

I have my tools,
but it'll take a lot longer

than the six minutes we have
before the bad software backs up

- onto the servers.
- Bates, get them in.

Step aside.

- Whoa!
- Are you insane?

You're the one putting
hands on a Fed.

That is 75-millimeter,
six-layer polycarbonate casing.

It won't break, but a round
could deflect and kill somebody.

Walt, please don't let
the Fed talk anymore.

We're down to a four-percent
chance of success.

Five minutes from now,
the software we need disappears forever.

If that happens,
20,000 people die.

Hey, Ralph,
let's go in the office, okay?

We got to abandon
the data center.

We got to pull the team back,

get four minds working
together at once,

and then, maybe within an
hour, we'll be able...

By then, the first two
planes will be out of fuel.

Do you really think
you can come up

- with an option by then?
- Hold on.

You're just accepting
two planes going down.

We lose two planes to save 54.

That's a trade we're
gonna have to make.

Contact the FAA and tell them
these two flights are terminal.

Agent Gallo is implementing
the greater good theory.

Loss is acceptable as
long as the resulting gain

is large enough.

No, it isn't.
You save everybody.

Normal people save everybody.

- I'm not normal.
- I don't care!

Use that 197 IQ of yours.

Take a deep breath and reset.

Reset.

Reset, reset.

Happy,
we need to reset the door lock.

We need to brown-out ten
blocks around the data center.

- Kill the electricity to part of Los Angeles?
- Mm-hmm.

Just turn it off in
that one building!

We can't focus a
surge that precisely,

but a brief power surge

will open up the door,
and we'll be able to get in.

You're gonna owe
me a new slim pick.

All right, we need to find
a municipal junction box

that covers that area.

It should be on a
commercial street.

- I'll check the south.
- North.

Got one!

All right,
calculate the kilowatts it'll take

it'll take to overpower a surge
within a ten-block radius.

No, no, no, no, no.

Ooh. Not now, Sylvester.

Wait, wait, what are you doing?

I can't calculate without
order; it's my process.

My process involves
my foot in your ass.

Hold on. Here.

One piece.

It's the biggest and the
smallest, so it's in order.

That works.

Uh, Sylvester,
I don't want to hurry your process...

500,000 kilowatts!

All right!

We need exactly
500,000 kilowatts.

Can you handle that?

Come on.

Who rigged our whole
office this morning?

I'm on it.

Okay, ready?

Here we go.

We're in. We're in!

There!

Not good.

We have less than a minute.
Which one is it?

Okay, these servers
run the facilities.

So the clients would
be in the cage.

Yeah, this guy, he's the boss.

Cuff links, tie clip,
anal micro-manager.

Makes all the calls as to
what gets stored where.

Look at his belt
tail; he's a lefty.

So we eliminate the
right-side servers.

He'd subconsciously put

a big client like LAX on
his dominant hand side.

There's still about 250 servers.

Okay, you think LAX,
you think planes.

You think planes,
you think high, so eliminate

the bottom three shelves.

100 servers left. Ten seconds.

- Get on it!
- He's what, five-six, tops?

So it won't be the top shelf.

Napoleonic boss man would
never use a step ladder

in front of his employees.

So it's one of these...

This one!

Ah! Time's up.

How did you know for sure?

'Cause it says “LAX” right here.

Oh...

You are impressed.

He doesn't even know we're here.

He's wondering if
those flashlights

can be powered by the heat
of the hand that holds them.

Or he's calculating the cubic
footage of the octagon clock.

He thinks about anything.

Everything.

Did you let him beat
you, earlier?

No.

I-I had no idea he
even liked chess.

Few parents meaningfully engage

with mentally enabled children.

It's not your fault.

It's just... how we are.

How did your parents handle it?

Oh, I-I haven't spoken
to them in ten years.

NSA satellite link failed.

Where the hell are your people?

That kid Toby doesn't exactly
fill me with confidence.

Toby grew up penniless,
gambled his way through school.

Even then, he got his
doctorate at the age of 17.

Sometimes people like us need...

repair...
before we can fit into your world.

I know the aftermath
was devastating.

I did keep tabs on you.

Seat backs and tray tables up!

Those planes are
as good as landed.

Endlessly patting himself on the
back, the whole ride here.

I just want a
statue of me at LAX.

Now what?

Easy as sending a file.

Mr. Brooks, in a moment,
you'll receive a bug-free version

of the software.

All you have to do is open
your e-mail and click a link.

Wait.

The hard drive's frozen.

The files are corrupted.

They're useless.

We took it out as
carefully as we could.

How'd you transport it?

It was wrapped in a towel,

tucked in a door console
so I wouldn't drop it.

Was there an audio
speaker in the door?

Yeah. So?

What? The magnet
erased the hard drive.

- It's useless now.
- No, no, no, no.

It's not my fault.

I didn't know anything about
magnets in car speakers.

You've stolen hundreds of
them, Toby.

Oh...

No place on Earth
has what we need.

FBI just texted.

They're out, too.

We're at less than one
percent, Walter...

You know what I'm
going to tell you.

There was a fourth team.

Tracking the planes via radar.

Circling over the ocean...

fighter jets...

You'll shoot them down?

Same protocol was activated

on 9/11 to prevent
possible ground casualties.

Can you think of
anything we can do?

Contact Director Merrick.

Tell him we need to
activate the fourth option.

Hey...

Walter.

I know what's going on.

Actually, uh,
there's only 100 people in the world

who really know anything

and unfortunately,
you're not one of them.

You're doing what Ralph does

when he doesn't understand
how to fix a problem.

He panics and shuts down.

When you don't know something,

you feel like you
don't know anything.

For all practical purposes,
I have no right brain.

People with high IQ
tend to have low EQ.

That's emotional quotient.

So these big
speeches, pep talks...

they don't work on me.

They work on athletes,
they work on children,

they work on waitresses.

They don't work
on people like me.

Oh, oh, I get it,
I'm the dumb waitress.

- I never called you that.
- But I'm smart enough

to know that you're scared.

You don't know how
to solve the problem

and you're terrified
because people will die.

Well,
they won't die because of me.

And they won't live because of
you, either,

because you're just giving
up and walking away.

Don't lecture me about how
people dying will make me feel.

I already know!

What does that mean?

Walter...

what does that mean?

Hey, sweetheart.

Let's go back inside, okay?

Yes, sir, I understand.

I'll draft an alert for the
Emergency Broadcast System ASAP.

Don't hang up.

Tell them there's
still a chance.

Put a pin in that, sir.
We may have something here.

Software's on the planes.

They use a duplicate copy to
communicate with the tower.

Now, if they took off before
this morning's update,

like a flight from
Australia or New Zealand,

they'll still have the
bug-free software on board.

Okay.

But we still have
the same problem.

What we need is seven
miles over our head

and there's no way
to get in touch

with the people who have it.

Yes, there is.

Klemmer Airfield
is 20 minutes away.

Get me there in ten,
and I can download that software.

If you're gonna shut
down all the roads

that lead to Klemmer Airfield,

there's gonna be
lots of moving parts.

I still think it's
the wrong play;

the runways are too short there.

It's just a low fly-by.

There's a neighborhood
next door.

If something goes wrong,
you take out half a block.

It's actually four blocks,
but I won't let that happen.

I don't know if that's
going to be enough

to get LAPD to set up
rolling road blocks.

We're talking about major
roads in a major city.

There's safety risks,
there's procedure...

I know what you're doing.

You're covering yourself
in case of casualties.

I don't put protocol over lives.

Lives?

Suddenly you're
worried about lives?

We can debate the past later.

Right now, if you want my help,
then let me make the calls

and see if I can't
get this done for you.

Let's go.

I know he thinks he's helping,
but we don't have time for

bureaucracy right now.

Happy,
if I hack you into the DOT,

can you manipulate
the traffic signals?

They're on standard sequencers;

- don't see why not.
- So you shut down

the roads,
we drive fast as hell,

we might be able to pull this off.
Toby,

I need you to check
the manifest...

For a passenger up there

whose phone is still on.

Walt, I got this.

- Don't worry.
- All right.

I'm gonna need to upgrade
my wireless antenna software

to pick up the signal
from the plane,

so someone's gonna
have to drive me there.

Um... I don't have my license,

but...

I'm more of a bus guy...

I-I understand the
basic mechanics

- of-of how this works...
- Sylvester.

I really need you
here, helping Toby.

But thank you, pal.

Uh, driving through L.A.

with nothing but green lights...

it's kind of always
been a fantasy of mine.

At high speed? No.

Somebody's gotta drive.

Come on.

Your son needs you.

I've tried really hard,

but I've never been able
to fully connect with him,

not in the way that I've seen
him connect with you guys today.

What my son needs is
to see me help you.

Please, Walter.

You're a good mom.

Or a very bad one.

No, we need roads
blocked the entire time.

Why do I need to call
the highway patrol?

We're only staying
on side streets!

What the...?

Okay, Walter,

I'm tracking you on
the traffic cams.

They should start changing...
now.

It's working!

Hold on!

We're at 100.
This thing doesn't have air bags.

Well, you know, at these
speeds, they're useless.

Go faster.

There's 440 people
on the flight.

They all have their phones off
'cause they're on a damn plane.

How the hell am I supposed
to communicate with them?

I'm checking Sigalert;
you should head south

on Hilgard to Manning,
then Santa Monica to Bundy.

I'll get you a clear path.

I think that's Agent Gallo!

Keep driving.

Guys, stay frosty.

I can't get the light on
Barrington to change over.

No, no, Walter...

No, no, no, no, no! No!

Oh... Oh, God.

What the hell was that?

Greater good theory in practice.

Now just get to that airfield
and don't make me regret this!

We're almost there.

Toby, did you find a passenger

on one of those planes
with an active phone?

Sylvester,
I need more passenger names.

Novell software
technology's too old

to do any this in five minutes.

And even if someone's
phone was on,

how do we get in touch
with them at 36,000 feet?

Old technology!

That's it! We-we-we find someone

with an out-of-date
analog phone.

The receivers are 10 times
stronger than smartphones.

They can get a signal up there.

All right,
we lose anyone under 50.

Can't make over six figures.

Can't work for a tech company...

Salesmen!

Salesmen never turn
off their phones.

They risk losing business.

And...
duh duh duh duh duh duh...

Gordon Tooley!

Plastics salesman from Reseda
returning from a work trip.

Service is linked to
a Retron A-64 analog.

Call him!

Hello?

Mr. Tooley, listen carefully.

This is Homeland Security.

There's an emergency
on your flight.

We need your help.

Nice try, Sully.

I'll see you at work, ya putz.

Yeah, this isn't Sully,

'cause Sully wouldn't
know that right now,

outside of your window are
the Santa Monica Mountains.

And right above
them are two F-22s,

ready to shoot you
out of the sky.

So I need you to get off your
ass, grab a flight attendant

and tell them to get
your phone to the pilot.

This is Captain
Pike, standing by.

Captain Pike,
you're carrying an uncorrupted version

of control tower software.

Now, you need to e-mail it to me
so it can be downloaded at LAX.

Copy.

But our onboard wireless
only has a limited reach.

What do you want me to do?

Buzz the tower at 100 feet.

I should be able to
grab your wireless.

Where will you be?
We just arrived

at Klemmer Airfield;
we called ahead.

Runway two has been cleared.

I'm right over Klemmer.

Could be there in
less than a minute.

Time to advise the passengers.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please remain in your seats

with your seat belt fastened.

- Mr. O'Brien?
- Yes.

I've got a space
cleared for you up here.

Thank you. Okay.

I've linked my
computer up to LAX,

so as soon as I get the download,
they'll have it as well.

Here it comes.

Captain Pike,
maintain at 100 feet.

I should be able to
catch your Wi-Fi signal

and download your software.

This is Captain Pike.

Do I have confirmation? Over.

Were you able to
download that software?

No, there's too much of a speed
differential between a plane

and a stationary laptop. Over.

- Let's try again.
- Doing the same thing

but expecting a different result
is the definition of insanity.

It won't work.

Mr. O'Brien,
I've got 240 souls onboard.

Please tell me there's
something else you can do.

I just solved the speed
differential problem.

Happy, I need you to get
me into a Ferrari 458.

Force the gas cap open.

There's an engine cover
emergency release.

- All right.
- Left hand side of the engine bay.

Pull out the ECM chip.

Can you get that plane about
eight feet off the ground?

- Eight feet? What for?
- Can't risk missing

the wireless signal again,
so we're gonna have to hardwire it

- into the computer.
- You're the world's smartest computer guy,

and this comes down to
plugging something in?

How exactly

- do you plan on doing this?
- We're gonna be driving

200 miles an hour
underneath you.

- What?
- Yeah.

You'll only have seven
seconds to receive that file.

Any longer, we're not gonna
get this plane back up,

- and we will crash.
- On top of us?

That will not
happen, most likely.

- Do it in one minute.
- Roger that.

Good luck.

You were in the Air
Force, right?

Uh-huh.

You-you expect me
to sit in this car

while a plane is right over us?

No, you're gonna be standing
up through the sunroof.

Oh, okay. All right, okay, okay.

You-You're gonna
have to trust me now.

I will not let
anything happen to you.

You're the one that said
you wanted to save everyone.

This is our only chance.

Preparing for second approach.

Okay, we're in sync with
Mr. O'Brien's laptop.

Let's hope this works.

Oh, my God.

- You ready?
- No...

- Hit the roof panel.
- No.

Hit the roof panel. Okay, okay.

Do it now!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

All right.

Oh, my God!

Come on!

You got to reach it!

I can't reach it!

Come on, reach for it. Just try!

Okay.

Drop the cable!

Drop it now!

Come on, you got to get it! Now!

Reach!

I got it!

Yes!

I got it! Okay, it's in.

It's downloading,
it's downloading!

- What's it say?
- I don't know, uh,

a few seconds; it
needs a few seconds.

We're running out of road!

Still loading!

Oh, come on, pal, up...

Just a few seconds! Almost!

Oh, no, no! No, no!
No, no, no, no, no!

No, hold on! Walter!

Walter! It's done!
Hold on! Hold on to it!

It's going!

Got it!

Look out!

We're back on.

Mayday, mayday.

Communications restored.

We'll have you all safely
on the ground in moments.

Please confirm.

Your mom did that.

Deal's a deal.

Paige...

she deserves a share.

I'll see to it.

When we worked together,

that didn't pan out the
way either of us wanted.

I was hoping, moving forward,
things could be different.

Moving forward?

I came to L.A.
to start a strategic response team.

At any given time,
we deal with everything

from stolen nukes
to missing kids

to counterfeit cash so good
it can collapse our economy

in less than a month.

The bad guys are
getting smarter.

And I can't train my agents
to think like you do.

I have the full resources of the U.S.
government.

I need your help,
and I think you and your team need a home.

Here.

“Fixed salaries,
cars, research lab”...

You saw this coming.

It was your only logical move.

Okay, lips are parted,
leaning slightly forward.

You have something to tell us.

He offered us jobs.

Me, too?

We're a team, aren't we?

The waitress just left
to bring her son home.

You just missed her.

Walter.

Come in.

I know it's, uh, late.

I'm sorry. I just wanted to, um,

say thank you for
your help today.

You're welcome.

You came all the way over
here to tell me that?

No, I also wanted
to offer you a job.

Government-funded
problem solvers.

Uh... why?

I'm-I'm not a genius.

No, but you are raising one.

That takes, uh,
someone smart, brave...

Now, our work requires, uh,
interaction with people.

It's not our strength.

You want to know about your son,

I can translate him for you.

You translate the world for us.

It's, um...

salary...

plus benefits.

You're worried about not being
able to connect with Ralph.

That is a second chance.

For you, too.

With you and Cabe.

When I was 16, Cabe asked me
to develop tracking software

to drop military aid packages.

So months later, I,
uh, I turned on the TV,

and I saw bombs
falling on Baghdad.

They were using my system,

and I designed it for
speed over accuracy.

So 2,000 civilians died.

Walter, you...

you were just a kid.

Yeah, so is Ralph.

So tell him to ignore
any sentence that starts

with “normally.”

Make sure that he's not scared

of anything that
he's capable of.

And he'll find it
difficult to make friends,

and sometimes he'll
feel like no one else

in the world likes him.

Yeah.

You just got to make sure that
he knows it's not his fault.

Hi, Walter.

Hey, Ralph.

He-he doesn't talk
to anyone but me.

He recognizes one of his own.

May I?

Thank you.

Three, two, one.

You ever pause your
dreams, Ralph?

Yeah.

Ever rewind them?

Sometimes.

Yeah, me, too.