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You are mine, tuxedo.

I own you.

Actually, it's a rental.

That's not funny.

CABE:
Hey, groom to be,

I found those cufflinks
we were looking for.

What's with Greg LeMond?

He's trying to fit
into his wedding tux.

CABE:
The wedding's tonight.

Just get a bigger size.

He refuses to.

Happy saw Ryan Duckling
wearing a tux like that

in a movie poster.

TOBY:
It's Gosling.

And she lingered.
She likes the threads.

You ever think
she lingered on Gosling?

No.

Where are my test tubes?

I'm trying to finish
a desalinization experiment.

Maybe the new office manager
misplaced them.

You throwing in the towel, Tubs?

I have to work on my vows.

A little long, don't you think?

This is as concisely as I can
express my love for my love.

HAPPY:
Walt,

you wanted to see me?

My love!

I can't see you
before the wedding!

You've seen me for years
before the wedding.

Come on, it's tradition!

I-I'm taking a shower.

(screams)

You're the one marrying him.

WALTER:
So, we all know

that wedding traditions
are stupid,

but Toby won't shut up
about them, so,

the dudes of honor have covered
the "four somethings."

Your dress is the something new;

the violets waiting at the venue
in San Jose

are the something blue...

And I covered the something old.

You sure do.

I meant the brooch
that I gave you.

Yeah, that's...
that's what I meant.

So, the something borrowed...

A tie clip?
Yeah.

I know I'm a tomboy, but I'm not
wearing a tie to my wedding.

It's not just any tie clip.

Seven years ago,

the SoCal Fabrication
and Assembly Contest.

Now, I was leaving
the convention center

when I realized
that my clip fell off.

And I went back in
and crossed paths

with the greatest engineer
that I would ever know.

Oh.

Thank you.
Yeah.

SYLVESTER (over intercom): Hey, guys,
Paige's car pulled up.

What?

Might be a little uncomfortable,
don't you think?

It's been many weeks.

Paige is doing great.

She's settled in
at Elia's company.

It's not gonna be...
uncomfortable.

She's fallen off the Earth
for the past month.

She's so busy, she only calls
when wedding stuff comes up.

Well, I'm not concerned.

I will treat Paige as anyone
would treat any former employee,

with cordial respect.

Don't... screw up...
my... wedding.

Never mess with a gal
on her wedding day.

Sylvester!

Aw, hey, pal!

HAPPY:
We missed you, squirt.

Too quiet around
here without you.

Hi, everyone.

Good to see you.

Same here.
Hey, Waitress.

SYLVESTER:
Hi, Paige.

It's been a while.

Yeah. I'm sorry
about that.

Just real swamped
at the new job.

I got Toby's shoes
shined for him,

and, uh, came back to tackle a
few remaining best ma'am duties.

Oh. Hello, Paige.

I knew this would be weird.

So, uh, you left a message

about retrieving items, uh,
still left in your desk?

Everything's here.
I packed them for you.

Okay. Thank you. I was
gonna clean it out today.

Sorry I waited so long.

Elia's kept me really busy.

WALTER:
Oh, no need.

We just needed your, um,
desk empty for your replacement.

Oh, you guys found somebody?

That's great.
Glad you found help.

Help? That's debatable.

Smart snacks
for the cranium crew!

Oh. Hello, Phyllis.

Ray?
Look,

we're a couple of professional
office managers, right?

I see no reason
why we should feel ill at ease.

Yeah, I'm fine with it.
I love my job.

Oh, of course you do.

Of course you do.

Steak kabob? Sorry,
Peyton, employees only.

This steak is raw.

Yeah.

Just like sushi.
No, not like sushi.

So, where's Ralph?

I didn't say "hi" to him.

Well, I guess
I'll set up shop

and get to, uh,
proofing Toby's vows.

Yeah, if you could
just take a number,

I'll help you
with that in a moment.

I don't know, man.
He's got a system.

Number seven?

Hey, Ralph.

So, I was thinking since
the wedding is on the beach,

we could test out some
desalinization theories?

Where's my centrifuge?

Not sure.
Ray's reorganized.

If it's lost,
you owe me a new one.

Is something wrong?

Other than the fact
you fired my mom?

I didn't fire her.

Her skill set wasn't
needed anymore

because she was so good
at her job

that everyone
at Scorpion evolved.

SYLVESTER: Cabe! Happy's chasing
me with raw meat!

More or less.

You're forgetting one thing.

I'm smarter than you,
and I know why you fired my mom.

Because you're a coward

who can't face
how he feels about her.

Ralph, you're just a kid.
You don't understand...

I understand

today's about Happy and Toby,
so we're done talking.

And you're lucky I'm a kid.

If I was bigger,
I would fight you.

You hurt my mother.

(phone ringing)

Yes, Scorpion.

Ah, the ancient tradition of
steam blasting a wedding ring.

I'm gonna make
this sucker shine.

I read his vows.

Tough act to follow.

Well, I'm gonna wing it.

"Toby, you and me work.

Glad we're getting hitched."

Flowery speeches
are not my thing.

Well, it's not hard.

You just express what you feel,

say what's in your heart.

Oxygenated blood.

Maybe I can't help.

WALTER:
Team?

We have an urgent case.

TOBY:
No!

No cases on our wedding day!

We have no choice.
It's serious.

TOBY:
I'm serious.

I-I had to propose twice,
and fight immigration services

and-and wait for a divorce
to get to this day.

I'm not risking it.

Why is he wearing a mask?

Oh, my God, is Paige here?

Hey, Paige.

Walt's right. Just got an
e-mail report from Homeland.

Lightning strikes
set fire to an underground

coal seam
in East Lake, Wyoming.

Wyoming? We got
to be in San Jose.

WALTER:
Understood.

But based
on ground temperature readings

and smoke rising

from cracks in the earth,
it's believed

that this fire is heading

for a subterranean
telecom cable

responsible
for all communications

west of the Mississippi.

SYLVESTER:
Affects more than phones.

Hospitals, airports
and emergency services.

Mines in Wyoming
are a century old.

Hundreds of veins,
some collapsed, some shifted.

Hardly any
old maps exist.

No one knows
where the fire is underfoot.

Now I see why it's so urgent.

(clears throat)

Not really your purview
anymore, Prudy.

WALTER: So, to stop the fire
from hitting the telecom cable,

we have to pinpoint the exact
edges of the burning vein

and extinguish it.
SYLVESTER: We can use

the imaging tech we used

to locate those hikers
in the forest fire

two years ago.

We just need to add
a thermal component so we can

detect the fire path.

HAPPY: We can link it
to one of Homeland's

surveillance satellites
and get a whole vein layout

in one aerial shot.

What about the wedding?

(clears his throat)
PAIGE: It's about

the wedding, not work.

I'll allow it.

If we spend no more than 72
minutes working on the case,

we can catch a flight and make
the wedding with time to spare.

Yeah, the job should be
relatively quick,

and we can't just
let the fire burn.

SYLVESTER: We'll need the garage's
computing power

to run the imaging
technology.

I'll-I'll do it!

I mean, I don't want
to see Happy until tonight,

so I'll just stay back.

And I'll handle
all the wedding details,

make sure everything
gets up to San Jose.

And Toby and I'll
see you at the altar.

Where's the file from
the forest fire job?

I have to review
imaging software specs.

Everything is disorganized.

RAY:
Nope!

I placed the cases
in order of excitement.

Forest fire is super exciting.
Should be up front, okay?

Number eight?

Three minutes ahead of schedule!

Well, you're either
Team Scorpion,

or the strangest cowboys
I've ever seen.

Cabe Gallo,
Homeland Security.

This is Scorpion's
founder, Walter O'Brien.

Michelle Bannister. I'm
emergency services coordinator

for East Lake County.

You had asked for the
environmental impact studies

from the telecom company's
cable installation

from a few years back,

amongst a few other strange
requests made by your team.

Yes, I see the tractor-mounted
bored pile drill we asked for.

HAPPY:
Did you also get the

diisocyanate and
polyether polyol?

And the balloons
and the Fruity Moons?

Yeah, all in the truck.

WALTER:
The study indicates

low thermal conductivity
in the soil,

so our foam fix
should work flawlessly.

Good, 'cause our county has been
on some hard times for a while.

We've done everything

from leasing land
to telecom companies

to building nuclear waste
storage facilities

to get by, so...

East Lake is strong, but even
the strongest can say "uncle."

Well, it will not
come to that.

In the meantime, here is
an ear comm for communication.

And if you can show us where
there is evidence of the fire,

we can get to work.

SYLVESTER:
Toby,

I've got the satellite pointed
at our current location.

You should be receiving
thermal imaging... now.

Yeah, I got it. Okay.

Drill the final hole

650 feet northeast
of your current location.

Hey, Paige?

What's up? You need
my help with the case?

No. I was wondering if you could
move the part of my vows

where I compare myself and Happy
to Han Solo and Princess Leia

to the top of page three.

It'll flow better.

Sure thing.

Feet off the furniture.

Almost done. You sure this is
the last one we'll need?

Should be. The three holes that
you dug are strategically placed

to extinguish the fire, and the
first hole worked perfectly.

Can't believe you guys can
put out the fire with stuff

I got from an industrial plant
and the market.

Well, it's simple really.

The polyether polyol mixes
with the diisocyanate,

which mixes with the sugar
in the Fruity Moons

that dissipates
at an even rate

when the marshmallows dissolve,
creating an expanding foam

that clogs the coal vein's
air pockets,

depriving the fire of O2.

All right.

Bombs away.

The other hole
foamed up right away.

Well, the mixtures aren't exact,

but the reaction should be
going on as we speak.

Lots of air pockets to fill.

Oh, there's the foam!

Second part of
the underground fire choked off.

All right, one more to go.

Happy, we'll be on a plane back
to wedding bells

in less than 40 minutes!

Nice work, team!

Marching. Cross, open

cross, down, out.

A minute of your time,
Ms. Fonda?

Yeah, sure. Got to chat
while burning fat.

Fine. Lose the comm.

You know how Happy said

she doesn't give you
a lot of "attaboys"

'cause she just isn't
super expressive?

Yeah.

Look out.

Time for kicks.

Okay.

How do you think she'll feel

when she has nothing
for her vows

and you have, like,
War and Peace?

Oh, please.

Happy's used to being
Marcel Marceau to my Bozo.

It'll make her feel bad.

No, she's the blacksmith.

I'm the wordsmith.
Stop worrying.

Update: all the flights
out of Wyoming are on schedule.

(grunts)

All is well.

Good, 'cause we just plugged
the last hole.

We are officially done.

(computer beeps)
Uh, Walt, Walt.

No, no, no. Don't punch out yet.

Um, imagery's picking up a fire.

Erupted in an unconnected vein

50 feet
under your current location.

It's deeper than the one
you put out,

and it's two or three times
as strong.

How does this happen?
I'm putting you guys on speaker.

Oh, you know,
that's company equipment.

Ow!

I'm pretty sure that
the vein that Toby sees

is this one right here,
and that's an issue.

Why?
Because it leads there.

The East Lake Nuclear Waste Depot.
TOBY: This seam

is double the size

of the one you put out.
Foam won't work.

WALTER: Well, we better think
of something that will,

'cause if the fire reaches

the nuclear depot,

the whole county
goes up in a fireball.

Looks like they're gonna need
a later flight.

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@elder_man

This shouldn't have happened.
The environmental impact study

says the thermal conductivity
of the soil in this valley

is .54 watts per meter.

At those numbers,
the fire should've never spread.

It's impossible.

TOBY:
About that...

I pulled data

on the Dapperford Group,

the firm that did
the environmental impact study.

Turns out they're owned
by a shell corporation

that is a subsidiary
of the very telecom company

that hired them
in the first place.

They brought in a home town ref.

WALTER: So
the soil

was more conductive to heat
than we'd been led to believe.

Now we know how the fire
jumped to another vein.

Issue is how do we stop it

before it reaches
the nuke depot?

Do you have any more
of those old maps?

Yeah, in the cab.

I'll notify Homeland.

Now, if the burning vein

rises further along its route,

it might get shallow enough
for us to use the foam.

We need a raise in the vein
within 30 feet of the surface.

Can't believe
you still have all this.

Pitfall of being East Lake's
unofficial historian.

Okay, this map seems to follow
the vein in question

till its end...

and it never rises.

So there's no solution?

Not necessarily.

The vein runs
through a sand pit.

WALTER:
Sand pit.

That's perfect.

Lightning started this fire,

now it's gonna put it out.
That's brilliant.

I'm so... I have no idea

what you're talking about.

Sand is made out of silica

that when heated
to 1,600 degrees Celsius

turns to glass.

Coal fires only burn

at a thousand degrees Celsius.

But if we can create

a 20,000 volt lightning strike

in the sand pit...

That'll create a glass barrier

in the middle of the coal vein,
cutting off the fire

from the depot.

Okay, but how are you gonna

create a lightning strike?

Sand's an insulator.

We'll wet it
with saline solution

so it conducts electricity.

We use some kind of metal

to create a positive plate
on top of the pit

and a negative plate
underneath the coal vein.

Then we shoot the current
from top to bottom.

Now, I assume as
Emergency Services Coordinator

that you have to deal
with deicing roads

during the winter?
Now, who handles that?

Uh, the fire department
has a spreader.

Great. Have them bring over
a fire truck.

Fill the water tank with deicer
to make a saline solution.

According to this, a mine shaft

is directly beneath
the sand pit.

We'll put the negative plate
there.

Okay.
Cabe and I can handle that.

Handle what?

We're gonna create a
lightning-level charge

and turn sand to
glass. Let's go.

This is what happens
when you step away for a minute.

Sly and I will take care
of the positive charge.

We'll need three car hoods,

so we got to get our hands
on two more vehicles.

There's a ranch nearby.
(car starts)

Okay, good. Tell the fire chief

we need four jumper cables
and copper wire.

Okay.

You better get this set up ASAP,
'cause thermal images show

the fire burning faster

and getting closer to
the nuclear depot by the minute.

No, we are not canceling
the wedding. We just need

to push it by...

two hours.

WOMAN: But, ma'am...
Look, you are not a cheap venue,

and we are paying you
a lot of money,

so just entertain the guests
until we get there.

Hold on, this might be
the Justice of the Peace

on the other line? Hello?

MAN:
Hi, Miss Dineen.

It's Vance
from Health & Wellness.

Noticed you're not
in the office today

and was checking to see
if you're under the weather

and if we could get you
anything.

No, I'm fine.

It's just a personal day.

Very well.
Would you like lunch delivered?

Raul made a lov...
(phone beeps)

TOBY:
I'm so sorry. Elia provides you

with a personal chef?

And a health center? And...

And a very, very fancy
Wow.

new phone.
That is nice. Look at that case.

Guess this new gig's
got you hooked up

with everything but your
own assistant, hmm? (chuckles)

Holy crap.
You have an assistant.

Hey, man, I'm kind of
like your assistant.

You're exactly like a vagrant

who lives in a trailer
in the back of a garage.

Wow. (sighs)

You're really just living
the high life now.

Guess that's why we, uh,
don't hear from you anymore.

Toby, I was dismissed
from the job here.

I know.

You know
that you weren't dismissed

from the rest of us, right?

You... You kind of ditched us.

That's all I'm saying.

It was your father,
rest his soul,

told me to get a bigger tanker
back in '84.

He was always smarter
than the rest of us.

HAPPY: Chief,
blast the hose

and salinate the sand.

Sly, let's wire up these hoods.

Found these inside.

Perfect to create
the negative plate.

I got flashlights
and a wire I tore

out of the SUV's speakers.

We never get our deposit back
on rental cars, do we?

(chuckles)

Almost done
with this contraption.

Damn it.

We're short on the wiring.

I'll run to town and get more.

I am looking at sat-data.

I can assure you,
you do not have time.

There's less than 14 minutes
until that depot goes kablooey.

Dig up these hoods
and move 'em closer.

Even less time for that.

Walt, you know that sweet,
sentimental tie clip

you gave me? I am using it
as a thermal bridge,

and it's gonna melt.

That's okay.

It was only three dollars.

Okay. By revving
the engines,

we build the charge
to the exact point

necessary to overcome
the sand's resistance.

Then the voltage will
hit the negative plate

that Walter's putting
into place.

SYLVESTER:
Bam! Instant glass barrier.

I'm not sure about that.

Must've been a cave in.

Track's blocked.

We can't get under the sand pit.

And we can't stop the fire.

Guys, the fire passes through
the sand pit in less than

eight minutes,
and then it's full speed ahead

to the nuclear depot.

Happy, I can't marry you

if you're blown to pieces.

You got a lot less
than eight minutes.

The indicators are showing

that we've almost drained
the trucks' batteries

and fully charged that sand pit,

and once it's saturated
with energy,

it's gonna shoot excess
voltage down into the earth.

But if it unloads

before the negative plate's
in place,

then it'll just pass
through the ground

and we get no glass wall.

Then delay the charge.

No, if we stop building up now,

it'll take too long
to get it started again.

Walter, for the
sake of your lives

and for the sake of all
skinny little nerdy kids

who no one ever thinks will grow
up to land a super-hot wife,

get through that damn cave-in.

Well, the rocks are too heavy
to move ourselves, so...

But we can use

that old coal bin to strike the
cave-in like a battering ram.

Thing's 80 years old.

There's no way it's gonna
breach that rock wall.

Not on its own.

But if we can increase its mass,

then the force
will be great enough.

Here, Ralph?

I'm sending you photos

of the handcar and the cave-in.

Now estimate the dimensions

and figure out
any additional velocity or mass

that we'll need.

Got the photos.
Give me a second.

Okay. In the spirit
of staying positive,

I found a bunch
of connecting flights that work,

and if they can just get through
that rubble tout suite,

they should be able
to get to the wedding on time.

Thanks.

That's what I do.

San José, Costa Rica?
Mm-hmm.

They're getting married
in San Jose, California.

Uh, San Jose,
California's a myth.

Excuse me?

It's not real, brother.

Like Tallahassee.

Tallahassee's real.

Is it?

Paige, please.

I know you tried your best,
but I'm taking over.

After the guys are safe,

I'm handling the wedding stuff.

Only chance of them being safe

is if Walt adds 240 kilograms
to the bin

and gets it moving
at 12 miles per hour.

(grunts) Thank you, Ralph.

That's very helpful.

It was a simple calculation.

You could've done it yourself.

Well, Cabe and I needed to focus
on gathering debris.

Kid's pissed at you, huh?

(sighs) Yeah.
For a brilliant child,

he is unreasonable.
Is he?

WALTER: Well, I've explained
my position to him

and he's being
wholly oppositional.

Thing about kids,

they can be very forgiving,

but only if they hear the truth.

TOBY:
First of all,

the kid can hear you.

Second,
the only truth that matters

is that I'm estimating
you are less than two minutes

from Happy's charge
being released into the ground,

and you still don't have
a negative plate ready.

Doc's right.
We're at 90 seconds.

One, two, three.

(grunts)

(coughs)

Up there. Up there.

That looks wide enough.

Guys, charge blows
in 50 seconds.

Almost there.

TOBY:
You're right, Cabe,

because the GPS says
the plate goes ten feet ahead.

(grunts)

Okay, it's grounded.

Let's go.

We're smoking like
crazy up here.

Charge is gonna blow any second.

(grunts)

(whoops) Did it work?

It's glass. It worked.

Damn right it worked!

I'm looking at thermal imaging,

and the fire has stopped
just short of the sand pit.

It's like it hit
an invisible wall.

(Ray whoops)

We did it! Go, team!

Oh, we did it.

Okay,
according to my calculations,

being cut off
from its fuel source,

the fire should burn out
within the day,

and we still have a 54% chance
of making the wedding.

WALTER: You might want to take
another crack

at that percentage.

The explosion
caused another collapse.

I'm separated
from Cabe and the exit.

I don't think
I'm making the wedding

any time soon.

Okay, the chief just called
the station house.

They're gonna bring down men
with micro-drills

to break away the rocks
holding you down.

No, that'll take hours.
You'll miss your flight.

We could leave him there

and just send him pictures
from the reception.

WALTER:
I would be happy to sacrifice

my seat at the head table so you
could make it to the wedding.

He's not at the head table.

I'm getting a little dizzy,

and can only assume
that carbon monoxide

from the fire burning out
above me is making its way

through cracks
in the shaft's ceiling.

Carbon monoxide will kill Walter

once it reaches critical mass
of his air supply!

We have minutes
to get him out of there!

Cabe, just smash the bin
into the wall again!

I can't! The bin's been damaged
by debris!

There's oxygen
tanks on the truck.

No, I'm looking
at one-inch cracks in the rocks.

The tanks won't fit
through there.

HAPPY: Walt, give us a minute.
We're gonna

dig through everything
in this truck

and find something
to get you out of there.

All right, kid.
You just hold tight!

Hey, Cabe...
take your comms out?

Okay. My comm's out.

I'm a few hundred feet
under earth,

and-and my leg is firmly pinned.

The odds of getting out are low.

So...

I need you
to tell Paige something.

Tell her I'm sorry.

That I was wrong.

You listen to me, son.

One-- you're gonna
get out of here!

And two--

if you've got something
you need to tell Paige,

you need to man up
and tell her yourself!

Happy, where are we
on a solution?

I think we've got something.

The chief's firehouse
covers the airport,

which means it carries a tank
of high-expansion concentrate

for jet-fuel fires.

SYLVESTER: We're going to remove
the nozzle from the hose.

Cabe slides it in through
the cracks in the rocks.

You need to tie a knot
at the bottom of the hose

and put it underneath the rocks
that are pinning you down.

TOBY: You pump
that expanding concentrate

into a hose that is tied off,

and the pressure
will be so great,

it'll lift the rocks off Walter!

And then... and then,
Walter just gets up,

runs as fast as he can
in-into the wall,

bam, knocks down the rocks.

RALPH: Or the fire truck drives off,
pulling the knotted hose

behind it,
tearing down the wall.

That's another way to do it.

(panting)

HAPPY:
Here!

Slide it through to him.

(groaning)

(grunting)

(panting)

(loud groaning)

I got it!

(panting)

(groans)

(panting)

It's tied and in place.

Hit it, Chief!

(water whooshing through hose)

WALTER:
It's working.

It's working.

What's that, son?
I can barely hear you!

(groaning)

Walter? Walter?!

Sly, he's not responding!

Get that fire truck moving now!

We don't know
if the rock's off his leg yet.

Tear down this damn wall!

Go! Go!

(engine revs)

(clanking and loud rumbling)

(coughing):
He's unconscious.

Get him into unpolluted air now!

Come on.

Come on. What's taking so long?
Why aren't they answering?

Where are they?

Wait. Happy!

(coughing)

Are you okay? Walter?

Oh.

They're coming out now!
They're okay!

(loud coughing)

(groaning)
Thanks.

No. Thank you.
Thank all of you.

You almost died saving a tiny
speck of a county in Wyoming.

TOBY:
Speaking of specks,

is there a speck of a chance

you could get
to the airport in time

so I can get married today?

I got you guys
on a connecting flight to Boise,

but it takes off in 20 minutes.

What do you say, Chief? How fast
can you get your rig to go?

Fire trucks are fast,
but not fast enough.

That plane was
our last shot.

I'm sorry,
Happy.

Hey, Paige, just book us
a flight to Los Angeles.

There will be no wedding today.

HAPPY: Okay, well, thanks
for the download.

Toby, the wedding venue manager

said that your friends
and family had

a wonderful time,
said the DJ was great.

Sounds like we missed
a hell of a wedding.

It's okay, guys. We'll help you
plan another one right away.

That is not gonna happen.

Spent what little savings we had
on this one, and there's no way

I'm getting my cheap relatives
to fly out to Cali again.

WALTER:
There's no way

we could have known
this would have happened.

Of course this happened.

This is what's been happening
to me since I was two.

Don't even know why I bother.

What's this?

Diethyl ether?
RALPH: Wait!

Don't touch that.
It's for Happy.

It's not ready yet.

PAIGE:
Toby!

What are you doing?!

Wallowing in our misery.

No. I mean, you can't see
the bride on the wedding day!

It's actually not
our wedding day

if you haven't noticed, Paige.

Like hell it isn't!
I'm the best ma'am,

and I take my job seriously.
Now, either

you two tie the knot in a
kick-ass, impromptu ceremony

that I put together
while you were all

flying back, or
you can sit here

and miss
another great party.

Are you serious?
Ralph, bag him.

What the...?

You can't see the bride!

My dress is in San Jose.

I picked out something
beautiful. Can't afford it.

You'll wear it once,
then return it.

What about Toby's family?

Oh, I'm not really
that close with them.

And I just wanted
to show Happy off.

Truth is, you guys
are my family.

I like this attitude.

Okay, hold on.
We don't have a venue,

so, how the hell
is this going down?

You know how you said
you didn't want

to get married
in Kovelsky's parking lot?

No... way.

PAIGE:
Hey, Ralph, come on.

Nice job, Waitress.

Kovelsky's parking lot
has never looks so good.

"Congratulations
Bar Mitzvah Boy"?

Yeah, well, you try
finding a wedding cake

with two hours' notice.

Okay, here they are.

Okay, Cabe
and Walter,

get Toby ready,
and I'll handle Happy.

This way.
Okay.

Oh, no, no.
Turn around.

Are you okay in there?

HAPPY: Almost ready. I really
appreciate all this.

Why'd you do it?

Well, uh, I know
I disappeared on you guys

when Walter let me go.

The truth is, like Toby said,
we're family.

It's hard for me to
be away from you all,

so I thought it would be easier
to cut ties.

I was wrong.

This is...
how I'm saying I'm sorry.

(sighs)

Okay, I'm done.

Oh, my God.

You look beautiful.

Black boots.

Got to be me.

WALTER:
Looking sharp.

What happened
to the Gosling tux?

I lost too much weight.
It's too big.

But I wore this to my prom.

Went stag, but I looked great.

Are you ready
to do this?

I've been ready
since I met her, boss.

...and lastly,
Cabe's brooch.

Something old to go
on your new dress.

Yeah, well, I fried
Walt's tie clip.

I don't have something borrowed.

All right,
Doc's almost set.

Holy smokes.

Thanks. (laughs)

Um...

Cabe, I need something borrowed.

Can I borrow you?

Um... for what?

Walk me down the aisle.

Sweetheart... it's my honor.

Happy, here.

A blue rose. I made it from
diethyl ether and ammonia.

Hmm. Thanks, kid.

PAIGE:
Something old,

new, borrowed and blue.

You're covered.

♪ ♪

♪ In a mountain church ♪

♪ See the handsome groom ♪

♪ And his blushing bride. ♪

It's almost time.

(classical music playing)

Oh, you thought
of everything, Paige,

but who's... who's gonna
perform the ceremony?

My ears are
burning.

Are you serious?

Beggars can't be choosers.

Excuse me. I'm senior cleric

of the Immaculate Church
of The Internet.

What makes you
a senior?

I paid the extra nine bucks.

Quiet. It's time.

("Bridal Chorus" plays)

Nice work, Doc.

RAY:
Thank you, Cabe.

Thank you for coming.
We are gathered here

today to celebrate the union
of two of my dearest friends--

Happy Quinn and Tony Curtis.
Toby.

Right. Toby. So sorry.

I just love his films.

Wedding ceremony. Now.

You know what?
Let's just get to the vows.

Then I think I say a few things,
there's some paperwork. Toby,

go for it.
Express your love.

Um...

Okay.

(clears throat)

Happy... I...

I-I just, um...

I don't know, I just...

I love you.

For once you're tongue-tied.

So I guess I'll go.

I'm a mechanical genius,

which means I understand,

in my mind and my heart,

how parts work together.

It's why I love machines.

A bolt and a wrench,
a chain and a gear...

They just made sense
to me, they fit.

But for a long time,

I didn't feel
like I fit anywhere...

Until I met you.

And I knew then, just like

I know how to assemble engines,

that you and me, Toby...

...we fit.

You're my home.

CABE:
Okay, Padre.

Get it together, you're up.

(whoops)

Thank you, Ralph.

Do you, Tobias
Merriweather Curtis,

take Happy Quinn to be
your lawfully wedded wife?

You bet I do.

And do you, Happy Quinn...

I do.

Then by the power
vested in me,

by the computer
at a public library,

I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

♪ ♪
(applause)

CABE:
Yeah!

♪ ♪

♪ Heart first ♪

♪ You'll be the one ♪

♪ Freestyle ♪

♪ You must have let it down... ♪

Seems like everyone's
having fun.

Yep.

Good cake?

Yep.

♪ You need to break it down ♪

I think the knee-bone song
went over really...

Is that what you want
to talk about?

Cake and music?

No.

You were right.

I took the easy way out
with your mother.

I was a coward.

Like you said.

I'm really sorry,

'cause I care about you.

You're important to me.

I don't like how it feels
when you're mad at me.

Apology accepted.

But I don't think I'm the one
you should be saying this to.

♪ ♪

No. I know.

I'm working up to it.

So the logistics
of putting this all together

must've been daunting.

I'm impressed.

Oh. Yeah, thank you.

Everyone seems
to be having fun.

Ray should think about getting
an actual dance partner.

Speaking of dancing,

would you like to...

Oh. Uh, sure, okay.

♪ A love you can never forget ♪

♪ When you look
into my eyes... ♪

You okay?
Yeah.

You seem nervous.

Yes.

Okay... Why?

I was just thinking, you know.

Today we saved
an entire county.

Together.

It's the first time you've been
involved in a case in a while,

and it felt different.

It felt like it mattered.

Walter. All the cases matter.

They-they're important

if I'm at Scorpion or not.

No. I-I meant it mattered to me

that you were there.

You know, these
past weeks, you know,

when we've achieved something,

gotten a case, solved a problem,

it felt...

felt empty.

It's like it wasn't
really happening

if I couldn't share it with you.

(laughs)

I know, I know.

It's stupid.
No, no.

It-it makes sense.

I've had a lot of great
things happen for me lately.

Uh, my own office.

An assistant, more money.

But it felt... hollow.

It's a synonym for empty.

(laughing): Exactly. Because
I wasn't with the team.

I wasn't...
sharing the news...

with them... with you.

Why do you think
we felt that way?

Well, I can only
speak for myself,

but I want to make sure
that you want to hear

what I have to say.

Okay.

Of course.

I want to state
for the record

that I'm not suffering
from hypoxia,

I haven't ingested

hallucinogenic seed dust

and I'm not facing
imminent death.

I'm just stating
an irrefutable fact.

I fired you...

because I'm in love with you.

I've been in love with you

since shortly after we met.

And I've spent years
trying to process

how that should be handled.

Perhaps it's not something

that is supposed to be handled.

Maybe it-it's something
that just is.

And I-I know you-you don't
feel the same as I do.

And that's okay.

But I-I just wanted you to know.

Walter.

I'm in love with you, too.

I don't know what to do
with that information.

I have an idea.

Ooh, nice.

Well done, Ray.

I can't tell you
how good this feels

after not seeing you
all day, Mrs. Curtis.

That was your choice.

Mr. Quinn.

Regardless, we haven't
had five seconds alone.

Want to go sneak
off for a minute?

Normally, I'd call you a perv,

but now that would make
me Mrs. Perv.

Plus, you don't look
half bad tonight.

Uh, here.

Utility closet?
I don't care.

Guess Paige is
back on the team.

Close the door.

Guys, Cabe wanted
to talk to-- (gasps)

By the Scepter of Ravenswood!

Close the door!

CABE: Sylvester, what's
taking so long?

Well, it's about damn time.

Anyone else want to come by?
How about Ray?

What's up, guys?

CABE: Well, I know this
is not a good time,

but we have a case.

We're in the middle
of our wedding.

Yeah, but you're gonna
like this one.

The government
of French Polynesia

needs help setting up their

underwater wave-powered
generators.

They're willing to fly us
and pay top dollar

to Tahiti, meaning...

Free honeymoon.

With everyone else,
that kind of ruins it.

No, no. I-I-I
can't leave Ralph.

I didn't line up a sitter.

Oh. W-We can take him.

Normally, I would love to go,
seriously.

But, eh, I lost my passport
at the dog track.

And Pam,

you can have your old job back.

My word is done here.

(ball bounces)

Well, everybody
else pack your bags,

because they're loading
up the equipment

you're gonna be working with
on their plane as we speak.

Wheels up in 60.

So, flight's delayed.

Seriously?

PILOT:
Our copilot is sick

and the backup lives

north of San Luis Obispo.

So we're looking at a
minimum of four hours, okay?

HAPPY:
Nope.

Not waiting one more minute.

We just got married
in a parking lot tonight.

Paige, don't get me wrong,
it was perfect.

But it was a parking lot,
so we're gonna have

our fancy honeymoon
we deserve starting now.

Law says you need
a copilot to fly.

HAPPY:
You're looking at her.

Got a multi-engine
commercial license.

Looks good to me.

Are there any other secrets
about you that I should know,

my beautiful bride?

Probably.

Oh, shotgun Toby.
(laughs)

Hey, Doc.

I got you a wedding present.

Two rolls of pennies?

You shouldn't have.

Shut up.
It's a Scottish tradition.

Townsfolk used
to collect pennies

to pay for weddings
in the old country.

And this...
is an Italian tradition.

It's called a boost.

There's a nice check in there
to help you two on your way.

Well, thank you.
That means a lot.

You're welcome, Doc.

HAPPY (over intercom):
All right, everyone.

Thank you for choosing
Genius Air.

Our flight time today
is eight hours, 25 minutes,

and 36.63 seconds,
so get cozy.

French Polynesia, here we come.

So how does this work now?

I don't think there's really
a standard operating procedure.

I think we just
play it by ear a little.

We have to tell Ralph.

At the right time.

Whatever you think's best.

I have a really good feeling
about this, Walter.

(loud thud)

Mom? What's going on?

Just some turbulence.

(thuds and rattling)

Something's wrong, I can tell.

Oh, would you relax?

I'm sure Happy's got everything
under control.

Does she, Toby? Does she?

I'm gonna go check
what's going on.

Everyone else,
stay in your seats.

We've lost power.

Buckle up and brace yourselves,
we're going down.

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