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I'm Walter O'Brien.

I run a team of geniuses
who handle worldwide threats

only we can solve.

Sylvester is
a human calculator.

Happy's a mechanical prodigy.

And Toby is our behaviorist.

Agent Cabe Gallo
is our government handler.

And Paige helps translate
the world for us

while we help her understand
her genius son.

Though sometimes
our biggest challenge

is understanding each other.

Together, we are Scorpion.

You take the back,
I'll take the front.

Cut! Cut, cut, cut,
cut. Cut!

Huh?

What's the holdup?

- What's the matter?
- Uh, tech advisor has a note.

The tech advisor, yeah?

You're holding the gun wrong.

I'm holding the gun wrong.

Listen, I've done a few
cop projects in my time.

I know what I'm talking...

Yeah, well, that sounds fun and
all make-believe, Mr. Simmons,

but you're not on stage
wearing makeup.

You want to look genuine,
in the real world,

- you hold a gun like this.
- Why don't you do me a favor?

Go to craft services,
grab a Sanka.

- Have a nice day.
- Gallo.

Mr. Gallo, I'm calling
from Homeland Security.

The director wants
you and team Scorpion

to assemble at the garage
in 45 minutes.

Hold on, we got a case?

I got my job back?

The answer to both questions
is yes.

Do you want me to call my agent?
No, no, no!

Hold this for me,
would you, Gene?

Wardrobe, I need a suit!

Good job.
Making progress.

Uh, how about you get
the pick-up sticks?

Yeah, sure.

Fantastic.

More pick-up sticks...

Hey, Walt.

Oh, hey.

Okay, uh, how about we start

with some "Chopsticks" today?

You got it, boss.

We've talked about you
rewiring the prosthetics.

I'm sorry, I just...

we couldn't, we couldn't
take more "Chopsticks."

That's a six-figure robotic arm.

You're wasting your time.

He doesn't listen to anybody.

You're here early this week.

And no puzzles?

It ain't a visit, son.

I've been reinstated.

And we got a case.

Well, that's fantastic that
Merrick gave you your job back.

That must mean the case is dire.

You up for working?

I know you got a few
more weeks of therapy.

Oh, no, no, no.
Hand's coming along.

Just let me go
tell the therapist.

Hey, so I've been called

to a brief consult.

Well, the doctor doesn't
advise any day trips

for another two
weeks, at least.

I feel, I feel fine.

When was your last dizzy spell?

Can't even remember.

All right, well, you need
to avoid stress at all costs.

This isn't a joke,
Mr. O'Brien.

I'm a tech geek.

How stressful could it be?

Okay, one Tuna Paradise,

a Turkey Gobbler
and a Pot Pie Surprise.

Paige!

We're going cold
over here!

- In a second.
- I wanted the tuna salad,

- not a sandwich.
- Paige, some time today!

Nemos, in a second, please.

The Tuna Paradise is a sandwich.

The Tuna Paramour is a salad.

Paige, either you can do the job
or you can't!

Nemos, for the love of God...
Oh, my God!

Sleeping on the job.

That's what you've been doing
these past weeks?

What are you guys
doing back?

Walter isn't finished
with his PT.

Got a text from Cabe.

Cabe doesn't work here anymore.
Why didn't I get a text?

Cabe got rehired.
And you did get a text.

And what the heck's
a Tuna Paramour?

Aw, I see you got
a new toy.

Not a toy--
a vintage Super Fun Guy

talking statuette
with variable dialogue chip.

I've turned my focus now
to more serious

collectors' pieces.

I spent my time off
trying to evolve a little.

You'll take a lickin'

from my rubber chicken!

I'm sure you
were hugely productive.

I spent my time outdoors,
applying my behaviorist skills

to the animal kingdom.

Not collecting toys!

Or making them.

It was a toy, now it's a weapon.

Very mature.

Warfare, sprinkled
with arts and crafts.

Ow!

I like paintball!

Well, at least one of us

didn't completely regress
without Scorpion.

Looks like Paige has
spent her summer reading.

Nerd.

Actually, while Walter rehabbed,

he asked me to take charge
of the day-to-day

in a more meaningful way--
you guys handle the science,

I handle the business.

"Leadership Dynamics"?

"Managing Strategic
Relationships."

"The Entrepreneur Mind."

I've installed
energy-efficient lightbulbs

and a new intercom system

so we don't have to shout.
Boring!

Want to hear what the
new case is already.

So do we.

But we're still
waiting for contact

from Homeland.

Hey, welcome back, Kotter!

Who?

I missed you.

Yeah, reciprocated.

I could've made you
something better.

How come you only
let Cabe visit?

Our leader didn't want us to see
him in a weakened state.

Classic Hercules Complex.

Yeah, well, the point is
that I'm... back and

I'm sure that we're all...

pleased... pleased
to return to work.

So...

Speaking of which, Director
Merrick should be here

any minute.
Oh, thrilling!

Good to have you back.

It's been quiet around here.

My Whoopee Cushion of Doom

will blast you to atoms!

You were saying?

I, uh,
I enjoyed the cupcakes

that you... you send me... there...

moist.

Least I could do.

I should really get changed.

I don't like that
ergonomic chair you got me.

My old chair had

a perfectly worn butt groove.

Is nothing sacred?

Hey.

Oh, hey.
Yeah, come in.

Oh, I just need a second,

if that's okay.
Sure.

Um...

uh, here, let me,
let me help you.

Oh, thank you. Yeah.

Oh, I saw the, uh,
books on your desk.

You've really, uh, embraced
the added responsibility

that I've, I've given you.
Yes.

Uh, the, um, the one constant

I found in all of those books
is without open communication,

ventures invariably fail.
Mm-hmm.

So the team has to be able
to share ideas

and concerns and feelings
Mm-hmm.

without... judgment or...

repercussion.

There, it's done.

Right, yeah.

Unadulterated information flow

is always optimal.

Good, uh, because...

I have some information
to, um...

flow.

Uh-huh.
It seems when you were back

at the hospital unconscious,

I... well, I sort of...

kissed you.

I've had time
to think about why,

and I've realized that you've
helped me and Ralph a great deal.

Ralph! How is, uh,
how is he doing? Is he...?

In Maine, visiting Drew.

But I really need
to stay on topic

or we'll never get through this.
Okay, sorry.

It's okay. Okay.

So, um, this job puts us

in intense situations,
emotions run high.

And I really respect you and
like you so much as a person.

And I think
that those feelings

got tangled up and confused

and so, I-I... I kissed you.

You know, I think
it's important there be no secrets.

Open communication.

Right, and I know

I don't really
have those feelings

I may have thought I had

and I don't want to risk
Scorpion in any way.

So I know I'm rambling,
so I'll conclude

by saying I think we should move forward

as professional colleagues
because that's what we are.

Yeah, I mean,

I-I-I appreciate your honesty

and I agree

that what we experienced

was just a...

uh, you know,
a stressful first year

on the job.

Good, um...

And since we're following

the open communication doctrine,
is there...

anything you'd like to share?

Uh... no.

Oh.

Okay.

Well, I think this
was a productive talk.

Yeah, me, too.

Me, too.

New intercom works great
by the way.

Eavesdropping is
a crime, you know?

Says the woman who assaulted
an unconscious man.

Felony much?

I'm very uncomfortable
right now.

I'm with you--
no fraternization

means no problems.

I'm right here.

An SUV just pulled up!

Has, uh, Director Merrick
arrived?

Not exactly.

What does that mean?

Director Merrick,
you look ravishing.

This is Adriana Molina,

new Homeland director.

What happened
to Bald 'N Grumpy?

Well, let's just say you guys
weren't the only ones

that Merrick couldn't
get along with.

Adriana?

I'd tell you about myself,

but I'm sure you'll have
my records soon enough.

Top of class Yale,
Georgetown Law,

Deputy Secretary to the U.N.
Human Rights Council,

Director
of International Affairs...

For another day,

Mr. Dodd.

In my hand is a jump drive.

You'll download the details
to our next case

while in transit to RAC.

Rocketry Aeronautics Center.

Yes.

Your team is uniquely qualified

because as reacquired
government assets,

you can be held
to strict confidentiality,

whereas private RAC
contractors cannot.

Further,

you have intimate knowledge of
Russian aerospace engineering.

No, we don't.

I am looking directly at

an illegally obtained

Cold War-era rocket.

Oh, that thing.

Now, in the past year,

you have managed
to piss off the LAPD,

ATF, CIA,

FBI...
NBA.

Snuck into a Clippers game.

Seems Merrick
was hoping you guys

would screw up enough
that the government

would never trust you again.

I am not Merrick.

I want you to be successful.

Now, debriefing begins
in the SUV, 30 seconds.

Let's move.

The Russian K12 satellite

a few hours ago
was struck by space debris,

knocked out of orbit and now
it is hurtling towards Earth.

Rough estimates have it

hit somewhere
in Southern California.

Spent the last two months
at Santa Anita.

Didn't hit one exacta,
these odds come in.

Handicapping ponies--
that was you

using your skills
on the animal kingdom?

Satellites fall
out of orbit every day.

Why-why wouldn't this one
burn up on re-entry?

It's nuclear powered

by a thousand-pound
block of plutonium

encased in beryllium.

So if it hits the Earth
at say, Mach 30?

We've got an A-bomb.

Destruction radius: 50 miles.

That impact
will create a fireball

and incinerate everything
within five miles.

Then a concussive
air blast will level

a 45-mile circle
after that.

In a city, that's 10,000 office
buildings, 2,000 schools.

Anywhere near a populated area,
that's 10 million lives.

Three hours till impact,
but that is a guesstimate

since we don't have the full
specs of the satellite

due to Russian security.

They can't just
give us the info?

No, their official position

is that they don't know
of any satellite.

Means it's an illegal
spying operation.

They can't admit to it.

They cover
their butts,

and one-seventh of the U.S.
economy gets taken out.

Win-win for Moscow.

You need to hack the satellite,
reset its trajectory

so that it dumps
into the ocean.

No land impact, no explosions.

Are you with me, Mr. O'Brien?

Yeah, yeah, it's just gonna
take fast coding.

"No mistakes" is pretty hard to
pull off with a hand like this.

I-I type 100
words per minute.

Tell me what to do,
I won't mess up.

Let me be clear.

Between the fireball, air blast
and radiation fallout,

there are 10 million lives
depending

on the people in this SUV,
so messing up is not an option.

Welcome back to
Scorpion, everyone.

♪ Scorpion 2x01 ♪
Satellite of Love
Original Air Date on September 21, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Welcome to the
Rocketry Aeronautics Center.

- Wow, you really cleared the place out.
- This is so cool.

Well, White House
can't risk a panic.

Civilians find out
what's happening,

and they tell
one family member...

You got War of
the Worlds.

Little listened-to
radio broadcast,

but panic spread
in minutes.

Well, speaking of minutes,
we have 141.

Let's hustle.

Okay, log in,
run init dash boot,

backslash force,
main colon IP host.

Okay, 3.2.168.4.

That's a wonderful job.

You're doing great.

Oh, good to be working
with you again.

As a team.

Yeah, I concur.

So much for no
fraternization.

Um, Sly?

I'm not reading a live
signal from the satellite.

There's nothing
to connect to.

Something's wrong.
It doesn't make sense.

Could it be too damaged
from space debris?

Unlikely.

It's not unlikely,
it's nearly impossible.

Space debris is
dust, a centimeter.

A swarm of it could knock
a satellite from orbit,

but cause severe
structural damage?

What exactly are you insinuating?
I'm not insinuating anything.

Easy pal.
I'm saying it's illogical

that we can't get
into a system

that has minimal
damage; it doesn't jive

with the information
you've provided us with.

Okay, let's
take a break.

Sylvester,
take over the hack?

You got it.

Okay,
first day back,

so your people skills
are a little rusty,

but that's our new boss you just
mouthed off to.

Walter.

Walter.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

I just got... I just got...
I got a headache.

Yeah, I've had headaches,
that wasn't not one.

What-what the
hell is going on?

I've got post-concussion
syndrome from the accident.

I get head pains,
dizziness, blackouts

whenever I have
to concentrate hard

or whenever things
g-get intense.

Intense?

Intense is all
we're dealing with.

Why would your doctor let...?

He doesn't know about this.

I assume Cabe is
in the dark, too?

Please don't say anything.

They've never seen me
at less than optimum efficiency.

It could affect
their performance,

and I can't afford
that today.

None of us can.

Okay, assess yourself.

And don't lie.

Doctor said I will be
fully recovered

by the end of the month.

Right now, I am 70%.

Perhaps that's why I can't
hack the system.

There's millions of lives...

What if I can't do this?

The same question I've
been asking myself

since you expanded
my role on the team.

Walter, I've been
having nightmares

about being a
waitress again, okay?

Fear of failure is a
feeling you're not used to,

so let's make a pact:

I support you,
you support me,

and together we
make this work.

Walter, nothing is working.

I can't even get an auxiliary
telemetry signal.

We are losing time
we don't have.

We need another way
to attack this.

"Attack" being the operative
word-- sociologists have

two schools of thought
on controls: internal controls,

which we don't have 'cause
we can't get in the system,

and external controls,
which is still an option.

We blow the sucker out of the
stratosphere with a missile.

To calculate the flight path
of the satellite,

I need exact measurements.

Uh, altitude profiles,

the mass of all of its
interior components.

Without precise data,
our trajectory will be off,

and the missile will miss.
We considered an intercept,

but we don't have
the specs you need.

And it's not like you guys have
the time to hack Roscosmos

and steal the Russian
blueprints, do you?

No, even if I was doing
the keystrokes myself,

it would take a
minimum of a day.

That's it-- keystrokes.

We don't need to hack
into Roscosmos

if we could read
the keyboard strokes

of someone entering
the Russian system.

Then we'd have the password.

How are we gonna get our eyes
on some commie's keyboard?

Last I checked, Russia's
pretty far away.

There's Russian soil here in L.A.
The Russian consulate.

- Yeah, Happy, can...?
- Yes, I can.

Cabe, give me the keys
to the SUV.

You guys prep,
we'll be back soon.

Uh...

And I will need this, too.

Do you really think
this will work?

It sends a signal
to unlock a car.

I'm just reversing it
to receive a signal.

I attach two fork prongs,
shove it into an outlet,

we pick up every keystroke
on the Ruskies' computer.

Including when they type in
the password to Roscosmos.

Speaking of receiving signals,
got the message loud and clear:

you don't want
fraternization at work.

This is what we want
to talk about

when SoCal's
about to blow up?

If today's my
expiration date,

this is all I want
to talk about.

In short...

I'm like mold
sporing on aged cheese.

At first it's gross,
but it grows on you.

And eventually, you realize
how precious it is,

what a rare and wonderful
fungus you have.

You better hope by then
this fungus hasn't moved on.

Right.
Really? You agree?

No, make a right!
Oh.

By the way, you're a
tech emissary from Japan

with no language skills.
Because?

Some sexist Russian dude faced
with a nonverbal woman,

you'll be
invisible to him.

You can safely
plant the device.

Oh, borscht.

May I help you?

Hi, I'm Dr.
Tobias Curtis.

This is my tech attaché,
Yuzuki Fujimoto.

Konnichiwa.

I'm with Homeland,
and we're having some trouble

connecting with Roscosmos, and
it's urgent we speak with them.

Matter of national security.

Oh, you speak Japanese.

How fortunate.

Oh, my goodness.

So clumsy.

Hey, you.
What are you doing?

Oh, sorry, I was just
getting the last pen.

Rolled all the
way back here.

Can I just say:

you have none of the warm
friendly personality traits

that Russians are known for.

Miss Fujimoto.

Okay, Happy, we're prepped
and ready to receive the data.

Almost done, I'm just
translating it from Cyrillic.

All right,
that security officer

must have started typing
as soon as you left.

Huh? Warning Roscosmos

that American nut jobs
are demanding access.

I'm good at this,
I admit it.

Okay, password
is D-W-O-P-P-Y-U.

K dash N dash 2,000,

run enter.

Okay, we're in.

Sly, you're on.

Searching the system now for any
data on Russian K12 satellites.

Bingo, somebody pad me.

Do you know what he's doing?

Of course, he's plugging in
all the variables that could

affect the, uh, trajectory
of the satellite's fall--

shape, mass,
moment of inertia.

Got it.

These are the exact coordinates
of the satellite's path--

where it is, where it's going,
changing by the second.

How fast can you get
a missile in the sky?

As fast as I can dial.

This is Adriana Molina,
authorization code:

Foxtrot, Foxtrot,
Bravo, Darla, 6-2-6-9.

I have coordinates

for a projectile intercept;
prepare to receive.

Coordinates
confirmed and locked.

Three, two, one, launch.

We miss the fireworks?

About to start.

You know, Adriana, I was
wondering if Homeland told you

about our "saving
the world" bonus?

It's for when we
save the world.

No, but I was made aware
of money you owe the IRS

on undeclared gambling
winnings.

Maybe we should table
the bonus talk for now, hmm?

This is bad, this is bad.

What?

Paths are off;
they're gonna miss.

Can't be, I-I did the math.

Look, the missile's
coming in high.

How could this happen?

I-I don't know,
I did the calculations,

and they were right--
they're always right.

I'm sorry, I don't know
how I messed up, guys.

Maybe you didn't.

Maybe you just got
some bad Intel.

It happens
all the time.

Oh, no, the specs came
directly from Roscosmos.

But we were working
on assumptions,

the first one being:

we're dealing with a satellite
damaged by space debris.

Walter questioned me on it,
maybe he was right to do so.

What do you mean?
I don't know,

but I'm gonna find out,

'cause I got a direct line
to the horse's mouth.

Something's not adding
up, and I'm missing it.

It's my fault.

No, it isn't.

If I can't think, if I can't
solve, then what damn good am I?

This is Molina.

Yes, sir, I am aware
that it failed.

I'm calling you to find out why.

Respectfully, the
people in my room

are smarter than the
people in your room,

and they say that it
should have worked.

So either a room full
of geniuses are suddenly dumb,

or a room full
of politicians are lying

to protect their own hide.

I know which one
I would bet on.

Is she talking
to the president like that?

I believe she is.

I'm getting audited.

Well, your
candor is appreciated.

Walter was right.

Space debris did not knock
this satellite out of orbit,

the U.S. government did,
intentionally.

Geez!

Care to elaborate?

The administration believes

the K12 satellite had
military applications.

It was carrying
enough plutonium

to operate a laser system that
could be used as a weapon,

so they directed a dummy
satellite to strike it

and disrupt its orbit.
It was kept hush-hush

'cause we violated
the space-warfare treaty.

If the Russians found out,
it could be all-out war.

Yeah, the satellites must have
gotten intertwined,

the mass was much larger
than we thought.

- The missile never had a chance.
- I just hacked NORAD,

and I got the specs
for the dummy satellite.

I am now recalculating
flight dynamics,

considering the massive
shifts in center of mass,

aerodynamic drag profile

and the complete modification
of angular acceleration.

Impact is in 53 minutes

and it's headed
straight for Pasadena.

With that mass,

the satellite's
too close to the Earth

to be safely
destroyed.

We hit it now,
it's nuclear winter.

So there's no way to stop it?

There's got to be a way,

I just have
to figure it out.

Okay, uh,
close the window

and open the coding
file on my laptop.

No, no! No, no! Not that one!
What?

Ah...

'Cause I really care
about you, Walter.

Oh...

Because I really care
about you, Walter.

Because I really care
about you, Walter.

You hacked the hospital
security footage?

Because I really care
about you, Walter.

Bet that satellite
can't get here

fast enough for you,
huh, pal?

Okay.

It was, uh, simple curiosity

and, uh, gathering of the facts.
Nothing more.

Okay.

If we're done
with the film festival,

do we have
a plan "B"?

Yeah, we will.
I'm, uh, I'm thinking...

That would be NASA,

NORAD, the UN,
and NATO...

all wanting to know about
the unplanned missile launch.

We'll let the machine get it.

My head is in the game. I...

Look, if we are seriously
at a brick wall,

I'm calling for a chopper
out of L.A.

What, and let
ten million people die?

We cannot do that.

Look, there is
nothing left to do.

By saving yourselves,

your minds will save
millions more down the line.

Just not today.

I'm sorry, guys,
I don't...

I don't have a solution.

Well, if you don't, no one does.

Adriana's right--
we gotta go.

Everyone to the roof.

We'll be airborne
in ten minutes.

Wait, guys!

Guys, the reason why
we can't communicate

with the satellite
is because it's too far away

for its damaged system

to connect with RAC on Earth.

We just need another way

of talking to it.

The unmanned
X-24G spacecraft.

Whoa!
That's a top secret spy shuttle.

How do you even
know about that?

That jet's the worst kept
secret in the Air Force.

Multiple blogs
follow it.

Ok, okay,
so control of the 24G

is based out of
Thomas Air Force Base.

Okay, so if we can get there
and access the 24G's computer,

then we can communicate

effectively with
the satellite

if they get close
enough to each other.

It'll be in proximity over
U.S. Samoa in 48 minutes.

We could then redirect
it into the ocean.

Okay, Thomas is
within blast radius.

If this doesn't work,

none of us make it
to safety on time.

We're aware of the risks.

Okay, Sylvester
you stay here

and you prepare
the new trajectory codes.

I will reboot
the satellite at the base,

you send me
the coordinates.

I'm here alone?

What if someone
who tried to call shows up?

I'll stay.

Chopper's on the roof.

You heard her. Let's go.

Whoa.
Oh!

So y... uh,
about the, uh, video...

Walter, let's talk about it
after we stop the A-bomb.

Agent Gallo!

Flight Research
is this way!

Where's everyone going?

When we get word the whole
coast is about to light up,

our orders are to take
this operation and bug out!

Hope you work fast.

Everyone's leaving,
we're showing up.

Accessing the X-24G's
flight control now.

Okay, we're in.

Type colon run init
dash backslash link

X dash band.

I'm-I'm having a hard time
hearing you.

His physical distance mirrors
his psychological state,

on account of the video incident

which I've dubbed
"the embarrassment."

Okay, when 24G crosses,

it will find and link up
with the satellite's computer.

We will only have
20 seconds

to reprogram the satellite.

Beyond that,
and they'll be too far apart

to communicate.

Oh. Okay. Okay.

We're in range in three, two...

Go, Sylvester!

Reprogramming
new coordinates now...

It's not accepting them.

The 24G and the satellite
haven't linked yet.

Wait. Why is it so slow?

I... The link
should've happened.

I have a virus.

Well, you better hurry up
and get rid of it!

There's only 14 seconds
until the 24G

and the satellite are
out of range of each other.

I'm trying.

Since when do you get a virus?

You got it from
the hospital server

when you hacked the video!

Walter, nine seconds.
Yeah, I know, I know. I'm try...

I'm running a clean-up
with my left hand.

Come on, kid, you can do this.

Almost done.

Five seconds!

Got it clear!

Try to link up now!

Entering new
coordinates now and...

Did it work?

The 24G and the satellite
are too far apart.

It did not work.

I'm not gonna mention the irony

of getting a virus
from a hospital.

I said I wouldn't mention it.

We should have taken
the helicopter.

I hate helicopters,
but you're right.

No one is
dying today.

Aside from
the ten million

I failed to save?

Walter, no one is dying.

My son is 3,000 miles away

and I'll be damned if
I'm not going to see him again.

Paige...

we discussed the reality
of an A-bomb in the SUV.

We're in
the concussive blast zone.

If you want to call Ralph,

call him now.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait. Don't call him.
Don't call him.

Happy, what were
you talking about,

a concussive blast?

We can do that
to the satellite

with an
electromagnetic pulse.

We can reboot

the satellite's computer
to safe mode

and then Sylvester can reprogram

its trajectory coordinates
and then send it to the ocean.

Wouldn't an EMP just fry it?

Not if the pulse
width was precise.

I could build one easily,
but how the hell

do we get it near
the satellite?

There is a meteorology division
here in this base.

We use a
weather balloon.

Now, how long would it take you
to make an EMP device?

Fast enough.

I just need
to get my hands

on some microwave ovens.

So it's 25 minutes
until impact.

We meet outside
at the front gates in seven!

Microwave ovens?

Well, how would you
build an EMP?

Okay.

Yeah, this'll do.

How many
do we need?

All of them.

Oh.

Need all the luck I can get.

Okay, all right.

Quick test.

Keep your shorts on,
I will figure it out.

Here. A loose wire.

Happy?
Happy!

Happy!

You all right?

Works like a charm.

Let me see
your eye.

Uh...

Okay, bad news:

Your eye is rock hard.

There's pressure
building up inside it.

But good news:
I can fix it.

Toby, she needs to get
in the balloon with me

to operate the EMP.

Change in air pressure
will rupture her eye,

and I have
to treat her stat,

or else she'll
go blind.

- Suit me up.
- No, no.

That's-that's
too much weight.

We'll ascend too slowly

and then miss the window
to reboot the satellite.

I'm going.
No.

It's below freezing conditions,

oxygen deprivation,

not to mention
it's a one-way ticket up.

Only way down
is to parachute.

We said we'd support each other
in this thing.

Neither of us can do it alone,

but together,
we have a shot.

All right. Get your coat on.

All right.

It's difficult
one-handed.

Okay.

This looks like
a science fair project.

It'll work?
Yeah. I mean, in theory it will,

but sometimes you don't know
if a theory is right

until you test it.

Ready?

- See you on the ground.
- Yeah.

One way or another.

Oh...
You good?

Yeah.
All right.

Oh.

Say good-bye
to the ground.

I'm freezing.

Yeah, well,
this is just cold.

Freezing happens
in a few minutes,

when we get outside.
Ah...

Yeah, just hold on.

Ah, all right.
No punching.

I know it hurts.

But your eye is
filled with fluid

and the drain,
Schlemm's Canal, is blocked.

That is not a real term,
you made it up.

It is very real.

Pushing on your eyelid

is like using a plunger on a...

You get the idea.

It's ironic that
you trust me

to save your sight
but not date you.

Just keep plunging.

Ah, God, I'm sorry.

If I hadn't hacked into
that hospital footage,

then we'd all be
back at the garage.

Everyone safe.

Walter, you didn't know.

We said open communication,
so...

I have had, uh,
feelings about you,

similar to the ones
that you've had about me.

They confused me,
but, ironically,

my, uh, head injury
has provided some clarity.

Uh...

when I'm not at 100%,
it frightens me.

That I won't be able
to help the greater good.

But when I am
fully healthy, I...

I can't risk
Scorpion not working.

So you and me,

whatever feelings
we have, um...

for each other,
it's, uh...

...it's destabilizing.
You know?

I think you're right.

We should let it lie.

Yeah, what did I tell you
about my nightmares?

The entire time
you were in rehab,

I realized how close we
came to losing the team.

And what they meant to me.

I would never do anything
to jeopardize Scorpion.

So...

yeah, I agree.

Friends

and colleagues.

I agree as well.

We can hear you.

Guys?

you're about to be within range
of the satellite.

Set the device.

Okay, I'm gonna go up.

Go. Good luck.

The satellite is about
to pass within range.

All right!

Almost in position.

Walter!

Everything okay up there?

Yeah, just a little hiccup.

Paige, I'll be right back!

Bring the battery.

Walter!

Oh, hi.

I-I-I can't reach the cord.

The parachute buckles
are restricting my reach.

Okay, okay.
No! No! No!

That's a bad idea!

Okay, okay, okay!

Oh, come on, come on!
Okay.

Come on! Come on! Come on!
Come on! Come on! Come on!

I got it. I got
it! I got it!

Walter!

Oh, God.

Oh, that's a wrinkle.

What he say?

"That's a wrinkle"?

What's a wrinkle?

Ooh, that's a wrinkle.

Not good.

Okay, okay.

Change of plans.

Happy?

Talk Paige
through the EMP sequence.

Better do it quick,

because the satellite
is within range!

Okay, but be very...

very clear because the air
is getting thin

and I'm getting loopy.

Okay, put the sun
on your left shoulder,

angle it 45 degrees,
hit the red switch.

Oh, God.

I think it's in position.

Wait for Sylvester's
command, then hit

the toggle switches from
left to right, got it?

Okay.

Dineen!

Yeah, yeah, I'm ready to roll!

Okay, Paige,

ready... hit it!

Guys...

I'm a little...

I can't, I can't focus!

Did you say right to left?

Left to right!
Get it together!

Come on, Paige!

Paige, you can do this.

Safe mode!

The satellite's in safe mode!

What does that mean to us?

That means that all
of its security measures

have been disabled,

and I can send it new
coordinates to direct it

- to the ocean.
- Freeze!

Do not move.

If I can't type, we all die.

Agent Adriana Molina,
Director of Homeland Security.

Who the hell are you?

D.o.D.

NORAD said there was
an unauthorized missile launch

at this site.

It was authorized by me.

You keep away from this man

or I'll see to it
you're tried for treason.

Sylvester, start typing.

Oh, God.
Okay, Walter. You got to climb.

Come on.
The cold is cramping

my good hand.

And unfortunately
the balloon's at risk,

so I would advise
a solo descent.

What, without you?
No, no.

I'm coming with you.

No, no, no...
I'm just gonna have to--

Oh, God-- climb down there.

Stay there, Paige.

Paige, stay there.
No.

Paige, stay there!

With my new coordinates
in place,

we can use
the apogee kick motor

to blast the satellite
into the ocean.

I've routed the engine ignition

to that console
to prevent possible overload.

So, let's go, come on,
over there, yes. Okay.

I'm buckling this

around us.

And we'll go down
together, okay?

Okay, okay.

You have to reach for it.
Yeah, yeah.

Can you get it?

On my call, hit enter.

Yeah, I got it.
I got it.

I got it.
Hurry. Hurry.

Okay, okay, got it.

Ready?

It's too short.

What?

It's too short--
it won't close!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Ready?

Now!

It worked!

The satellite's on a new vector

and it's heading
straight to the ocean!

So, you're saying we're saved?

That's exactly what I'm saying!

Except they're screwed.

Oh, no!

No! No! Walter!

The satellite's on a new vector,

and it's heading
straight towards you!

I'm giving us
12 seconds until impact.

You got to drop now.
Walter, I'm not leaving without you.

Paige, you got to drop!

Walter, I have, I have an idea.
Paige, drop, Paige. Paige!

Six seconds until impact!
Just drop, please.

Hold on, I've almost
got this in.

Five, four, three...
Paige, drop!

Hold it steady,
I'm connect my end.

Okay, drop!

Well, it's a good thing
that we're just colleagues

or this might be, uh...

awkward.

♪ ♪

Okay, I want to get
the cameras here,

and podium right in front
of that flag.

Let's get ahead of this thing.

Hey, can somebody move that?

What?

Use your words.

Jerk.

I'm scared.

That's the first time
I've ever heard you say that.

Happy?

Do you know there's a better
chance of a nuclear apocalypse

than of me ever hurting you?

What do you see?

A rare and delightful fungus.

The satellite is being
recovered five miles

off the coast of Santa Monica.

The result of firing
its apogee kick motor,

which I thankfully engaged,
although I must say

I was sweating
when I pushed that button.

I pressed the button, too, you know.

I'm not hearing
about any of us.

Well, she technically
did press a button,

so she's not lying.

Politicians.

Masters of the half truth.

I had higher hopes
for this lady.

I can't take
all the credit, though.

Homeland is lucky to have a team

of very good scientists
under its umbrella.

They helped, too.

Mirth?
You can't handle the mirth.

Toby, I told you before
it's not a toy!

Okay?
It's a doll that operates on batteries.

That's the definition
of a toy.

My Whoopee Cushion of Doom
will blast you to atoms!

Let me do it!

Okay, children.
Now it's mine.

Glad to be working with
this kind of nonsense again?

I've been working
with actors for weeks.

Trust me, this is a
maturity upgrade.

Kovelsky's, my treat!

We're in.

Paige?
Uh, paperwork.

Boring. Cabe?

On you?
Absolutely.

Walter?
Ooh, no, no, no.

I'm resting.
That's wise.

And the next time
you hold out on me

in regards to your health,
we're gonna have an issue.

Paige told you?

No.

I just know you, kid.

You're, uh...

perturbed?

My new business plan
for Scorpion.

Wondering if it'll ever work.

Well, your-your plan
is just a theory.

Its-its basis
and assumptions

need to be tested
to prove its validity.

Like the microwave EMP.

That was just
a theoretical solution

until we tested it.

I guess.

Or like you and me.

You know, we, um,
we assume

that our perplexing,

uh, feelings...

uh, will interfere
with Scorpion.

So our theory dictates

that we avoid
anything unprofessional.

Right.

Yeah. Right.

Except, you know,

um...

we never really

tested our assumption.

Yeah, I mean, the one
our theory's based on

that we couldn't work together
if we acted on our attraction.

Yep.

Okay, yeah, good.

Well, we tested that theory.

Honestly, I felt nothing. You?

Same.
I'm starting to believe

that m-my attraction to you

is based on the symmetry
of your face,

which is a vestigial
affectation from cavemen.

It meant
that you were free

from genetic malfunctions.

I guess the assumption
of our intense chemistry

was... off.

It can happen
with any hypothesis.

But just to be safe,
we should prob...

Yes, professional colleagues.
See you tomorrow.

Okay, tomorrow.

Good night.
Good night.

Good night.

Oh, boy.

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