WALTER: Previously on Scorpion...
CABE: Meet my new trainee, Tim Armstrong.
Hello.
I was thinking
maybe you and I could get a meal.
Oh, like a...
BOTH: Date?
Only if you'd like.
Paige and-and you?
I took your advice.
I have the opportunity to have dinner with a smart, kind,
beautiful woman, and I'd be a fool not to go for her, right?
You know the name Mark Collins?
WALTER: Mark used to work at my company, Scorpion.
Mark's a radio expert.
He monitors nearly every signal that passes through the air.
So this guy was like you guys?
With Mark it was intense, though.
When he bailed, it was the best thing for us,
and him being back is the worst.
WALTER: Three years ago, I had him committed to an asylum.
Do you have any idea how badly that hurt me?
You hate me for what I did, I get it.
We could have accomplished anything together,
but you ruined that.
TOBY: During the early years of Scorpion,
Mark Collins showed incredible brilliance.
One of the smartest members of the team.
He amazed me, all of us.
He also scared us.
How so?
He gets lost in his own mind,
in his thoughts and his theories,
and if you disagree with one of his constructs,
he lashes out, gets violent.
He's just jealous.
Mr. Collins, you'll have your chance to speak.
TOBY: You see that look he has.
That's a one; you don't want to see him at ten.
JUDGE: As someone who's worked with the applicant
and known him in a personal capacity,
do you have an opinion
regarding his potential release from this facility?
Well, as a former colleague and as a psychiatrist
with a degree from...
BOTH: Harvard Medical School.
Big deal.
I don't need some elbow-patch professor
to tell me what to think.
I create my own knowledge. Create your own reality, Mark.
You've always hated me because I came between you and Walter.
Because I was his favorite mind.
We went places together that you can never even fathom, Toby.
All up here. All up there.
I'm sure it's lovely in there
with all the elf socials and unicorn parties.
JUDGE: Dr. Curtis.
I just simply need your opinion for the record
with respect to Mr. Collins' sanity.
How say you?
Medically speaking...
he's nuttier than peanut brittle.
I will kill you!
I will kill you, I will kill you, Toby.
(laughs)
See?
My diagnosis is always spot-on.
I am almost spot-on.
HAPPY: Today.
It's "weights and measures" not "wait forever"
I am precise.
If it's nougat, we're talking whipped egg whites,
sugar, honey and nut shavings.
Very light. But if it's caramel,
well, it could be heavier by a fraction of a gram.
♪ Baby, you're castin' your spell on me... ♪
I say nougat.
♪ You got me doing funny things like a clown ♪
♪ A-just look at me... ♪ Nougat.
PAIGE: Guys.
Let's wrap it up... he's gonna get sick from all this candy.
Not yet. I need to win my money back
before Toby returns from the nut house.
Can't let him near gambling.
Okay, speaking of nuts, look at the swirl
on the bottom here, how the chocolate lays
over each fiber.
Totally shaved coconut.
♪ Girl, that I can dig it... ♪
Lab rat?
♪ I say oogum oogum boogum boogum... ♪
So... why do we keep getting invoices
from the United States Treasury?
'Cause we flooded Fort Knox.
Oh. Right. Well, you can tell them Homeland will cover it.
It's not our responsibil... Oh.
Are those chocolates?
I... enjoy chocolates.
Mmm. Tim sent them to Paige.
(grunts)
Not good. Low quality.
(phone rings)
I'll get that.
(turns off music) (clears throat)
Hey, Ralph, you want to...? Hello.
Yeah? Happy.
You know these candies weren't just for me,
they were for the whole team.
Uh, the whole team hasn't been on three dates with Tim
in the past week... it was addressed to you.
'Cause he knows I sign for the packages.
It's a square box, not heart-shaped.
We've just gone to a few restaurants together.
He's a sweet guy, though.
WALTER: Okay, so
when will you be back?
Not sure. Judge called a recess.
You aggravated Collins, didn't you?
No. It was uneventful.
I knew I should've gone. Collins was a good friend...
maybe I could have talked to him or something.
Let me save you the guilt, pal.
Collins is deep in the rabbit hole.
There is no pulling him out.
Now, what's going on over there? Oh, not much.
Cabe's coming in with something soon... in the meantime,
they're guessing what's inside chocolates.
Chocolates?
Save me some chocolates.
Oh, boy, did Tim send Paige chocolates?
Walter?
That Toby?
Yup.
Did he aggravate Collins? Yup.
"Lake Tahoe Jazz and Heritage Festival."
Yeah, I was... I was gonna go with Linda, but...
Oh. So are you doing okay?
I mean, it's got to suck to see Paige getting romanced
while you're holding two tickets to lonely-ville.
Tim can send all the candy he wants.
It does not upset me. Really?
Then why do all the high scores on Proton Arnold
have your initials now?
I mean, you hadn't played for a year,
but once Tim topped you...
Don't analyze me. You're not Toby.
No. Toby would couch his theories in psychobabble.
I'm just gonna tell you: you're screwing up.
(sighs) Okay, well, Cabe's coming in soon...
You're letting Paige
slip away because you're scared by the theory of repetitive outcomes.
That is an economics hypothesis
gauging investor behavior. It applies.
Every time you've loved someone, it ends painfully.
You wanted to connect with your parents as a kid,
but now you barely talk to them.
You do connect with Megan; she passes away.
Then the Linda experiment collapses.
So when it comes to Paige... Paige?
Yes. The woman you've been crazy about since you met her.
You're so scared of an outcome where you lose her altogether,
so you're sitting back, pretending
the whole Tim thing doesn't bother you,
but guess what... you're gonna lose her altogether.
Well, the Tim thing does not bother me.
In any case, chocolates are a lame gift.
Paige likes salty sweets.
♪ ♪
Team. This is Oksana Nastrova,
chief engineer of the Global Nuclear Energy Council.
We have a lot to talk about.
Sly.
Catch.
Stress grip? What's this for?
OKSANA: Chernobyl Power Plant...
in terms of cost and casualties,
worst nuclear accident in history,
even though only a fraction of cesium
in the reactor actually melted down.
Don't say we're going there, don't say we're going there.
This is where we're going.
(grunts)
So, why are we needed?
Chernobyl was contained 30 years ago.
Well, it was contained and it wasn't contained,
if you know what I mean.
We don't, because we don't speak in contradictions.
So what's the issue?
CABE: After the meltdown,
the Soviet Union went into survival mode.
OKSANA: We poured hundreds
of thousands of tons of concrete
to create makeshift dome over plant to trap radiation,
because explosion blasted
the reactor lid through the roof. WALTER: That's smart.
Concrete is an effective block to radiation.
Only if it's top quality and properly constructed.
This was Cold War-era garbage thrown up in a panic.
Decades later, it's decaying
and it might not be able to insulate the corium much longer.
What's corium?
OKSANA: A molten mixture
of nuclear reactor core material
formed during meltdown.
Highly dangerous. A slow-moving lava mass
that quickly forms hardened outer shell
that prevents most radiation escape.
SYLVESTER: Like a chocolate
with the worst filling ever.
This is the corium
at Chernobyl, nicknamed the “Elephant's Foot.”
Photograph was taken
15 years ago by a maniac who entered the facility unauthorized.
Anonymously posted online, it's the only known view
of the interior since the day of the disaster.
Can you imagine if the shell on that thing cracked?
Radiation city. This is exactly
what we worry about.
The dome is decaying.
If it gets much worse, it won't be able
to keep elements from falling into the plant.
And if rain or snow lands on the corium,
we get deadly toxic steam clouds.
SYLVESTER: That get into the atmosphere, move hundreds of miles,
fall down via rain, and seep into the groundwater.
CABE: If the corium's radiation escapes,
the majority of Eastern Europe's soil and water supply
will be unusable.
740 million people
permanently displaced. PAIGE: The world
had to see this coming... what was done in preparation?
Well, the Energy Council built a massive multibillion-dollar sarcophagus,
the largest movable structure in the world.
Is impermeable.
Will cover current dome and will contain radiation
for at least 150 years.
And by then five half-lives
of the cesium used in the reactor will have passed.
Making Chernobyl and surrounding area
safe for habitation once again.
But...?
But over the years the radiation has leaked
around the reactor and it's weakened the ground strength.
OKSANA: Sarcophagus weighs
several thousand tons,
so someone needs to determine
the strongest points on the ground around facility.
So the engineers will know the exact position
in which to place the sarcophagus
so it doesn't sink into weakened earth,
creating gaps that would allow radiation to escape,
defeating its purpose. SYLVESTER: And we're the someones
that are supposed to figure this out?
That's what the Energy Council is hoping for, yes.
Well, why us? The council has engineers.
If we are even one degree off
in getting sarcophagus in perfect position,
we could have humanitarian crisis that cannot be resolved.
Our engineers have done all they can do.
Structure is built, is waiting to be put in place.
All that is left
is getting the smartest and fastest minds available,
all of which are in this room.
To pull this thing off, we need to get radiation samples from the air.
WALTER: From inside the plant itself.
We can extrapolate the decay rate of the topsoil
based on the data that we collect.
We run numbers... Find out exactly
how to position the sarcophagus
so it creates a tight radiation seal.
But the only way we can get the data
is by being inside the facility.
After an hour, we'd have fatal
radiation exposure.
If Cabe can get me one of those police bomb squad robots,
I can tweak the sucker
and send it in to get the samples we need.
I can draft software that models the probability
of radiation fallout on the grounds around the dome
based on traditional weather patterns.
Okay, perfect. So, Toby's tied up at the hearing,
but he can coordinate our findings
here at the garage when he's done.
I'll go find us a robot. The rest of you
get your passports. (taps table)
I wish I didn't even have a passport.
♪ ♪
The entire drive from the airport,
it just got more and more desolate.
Yeah, well, Chernobyl is hardly prime real estate.
Right now we're getting the radiation equivalent
of being closer to the sun
on a flight. It's like three round trips from here to Tokyo.
Imagine what the levels are in there.
Under the dome, in the plant.
Yeah, well, we won't have to go in there
thanks to old Randy here.
Randy?
Radiation And Nuclear Deployment Yeoman.
How about Virgil? Virtual Reality Gyroscopic Laborer.
Howard. Humanoid Out Wandering About
Radiation Device.
(mock chuckles) His name's Randy.
Randy it is.
You see that, out in the distance?
That's Pripyat amusement park. Grand opening was set
just days after the meltdown.
The day of the accident it was actually opened to keep
citizens occupied before the evacuation orders came through.
That was the only day anyone could ride the rides.
This whole area's a ghost town.
I feel like the Omega Woman. Creepy.
So we make good time.
Never traffic near Chernobyl.
No time to waste. Is my plane over there.
You're our pilot?
Got license four years ago to take aerial photograph
of dome, track stability.
You programmed Geiger software, so you come with me, no?
No.
I barely survived the commercial jet flight here.
I'm-I'm not getting in a flying jalopy
with an inexperienced pilot.
I assure you you're in good hands.
Thank you, lady I barely know.
But nyet.
Sly, you need to run the Geiger software.
You programmed it.
I'll go with you.
Besides, you know
you have a job to do and you never
let the team down. So all you're doing
is delaying the inevitable,
and every extra second we spend here,
we're getting more radiation.
Okay, we're at altitude
and are banking back toward the reactor.
(panting) We'll be just fine.
There. Perfect.
(beep)
I'm already getting a readout from you, Sly.
Radiation's heavy up there, you're not even
over the reactor yet. There is definitely
a lot of leakage from that dome.
Speaking of the dome, I'll get through this
rotted mess in no time.
TOBY: Just keep your distance.
Leakage of the bad stuff's gonna jump
as you make each hole larger.
Hole's large enough to fit. Walt.
Good news... Randy spotted a large crack in the plant proper.
He can roll right in.
They have lights on in there?
It's a power plant. No one turned off
the grid when the meltdown occurred, they just ran.
(thud)
HAPPY: Careful with Randy.
If you get stuck or fall over,
and, uh, we can't finish the mission.
I know how to operate a joystick.
Who has the top five high scores on Proton Arnold?
And we all know why.
Huh?
Nothing.
TOBY: I don't see the corium.
WALTER: It's in there. We're looking.
Well, how hard should it be to find something
called the Elephant's Foot?
WALTER: If that's not the corium, I don't know what is.
Geiger counter's going crazy.
I'm getting a pretty strong bounce, too.
It's because we're almost right over dome.
Uh, radiation is affecting electronics a bit.
It'll affect Randy too, Walt. Not too close.
WALTER: Well, we have to get close enough
to get a radiation measurement
from right next to the Elephant's Foot.
Readouts say the corium's 1,200 degrees.
That's much higher than the Energy Council estimates.
Well, it's hard to estimate something when you
haven't seen it in two decades.
It's a miracle anything is still intact in there.
It's a miracle anyone could last out here at all.
Look, when the corium finally formed its shell
and stopped moving, look what was
just 20 feet away, on the other side of the plant.
CABE: What is that thing?
Do you remember when you said just a fraction of the cesium
in the reactor was melted down 30 years ago?
Yeah. That's the rest of it.
And if the corium ever reaches those cesium rods...
It's another Chernobyl.
Only 32 1/3 times its size.
The death toll alone...
HAPPY: Well, that is not an issue, 'cause the bad stuff
is trapped in the corium's coating.
So just focused, stay on point, and don't freak out.
Yeah, Happy's right. So, we just need to get our data
and then figure out the best position for the sarcophagus,
then get out of here. Okay,
I'm moving in to get a reading.
Uh, I don't know if Randy can take it.
Just extend the arm.
Uh, it burst into flames!
I've lost control of the robot.
Was Randy still moving forward? If he hits the corium,
he can break through its outer shell.
Oksana, get the plane away from the dome now.
The corium's been breached.
I've lost control of plane!
Hold on.
Whoa.
We're banking hard. What is going on?
The radiation plume stopped the engines!
She's prepping to crash land. Paige.
It's headed this way.
Brace yourself!
(whimpering)
There's not enough time to stop.
(grunting)
This is how I die!
First crash in four years.
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Paige, Paige! Paige, are you okay?
Yes, we're all alive.
Thank God.
HAPPY: Okay, listen, shake the cobwebs.
You have to get out of there quickly.
You're in a high-radiation zone.
That's not possible. They're trapped inside.
Not good.
(all coughing)
SYLVESTER: Be careful. We definitely jostled the infrastructure.
This place does not look stable.
Looks like we can't leave.
(grunts)
That's right. Until we figure out
a way to get you out of there.
Now, do not get too close to the corium.
Most of the radiation plume it sent up exited the dome,
but it's still dangerous, even though most of the coating
has remained intact.
How do you know it's remained intact?
If it wasn't, you'd be dead by now.
There's a giant orange glow
coming from the floor below us.
That could be the corium.
We can peek over railing, but keep safe distance back.
No sign of Randy. He was eaten alive.
Are you sure we're far enough away?
Topeka isn't far enough away. WALTER: Shut up, Toby.
Now, the threat of radiation dissipates with
the inverse square of the distance from the source.
In short, you are not at fatal exposure levels yet.
HAPPY: Are we forgetting that the corium
was 20 feet from the cesium rods?
Now that it's oozing out, it's gonna get there,
causing Chernobyl times three.
I'm looking at the photo that Randy sent before he kamikazed
into the Elephant's Foot.
It was just before the yellow pipe at the time.
Yeah, well, the glow has now reached
the mid-point of that yellow pipe.
Okay, math is not my forte, but rough estimates
give you 40 minutes until the blob hits the cesium rods.
And then the whole plant... hell, the whole town... goes kablooey.
Actually, 39.
The accuracy's really appreciated.
You must contact my colleagues for help.
CABE: I just got off the horn with them.
They won't even
approach Chernobyl. They're prepping
for a wide-scale emergency evac if necessary.
Okay, we got to move faster if we're gonna clear this in time.
Hey, can you check your voice mail later?
We have 40 minutes to move these rocks.
Actually, 38.
Sorry.
The radiation is blocking signal.
I need to call my husband.
And I need to see my son,
but I won't if you don't help us. Now get to work.
Walt, get to work!
Quiet, please. I'm thinking.
Yeah, well, I'm thinking, too.
I'm thinking our friends are gonna
get blown up in there
if we don't bust that hole open
before some ooze hits some nuclear rods.
We can't dig them out. There's too much rubble
and too little manpower. It's...
Happy?
Yeah?
What do you estimate the weight of the plane is
in its current form?
Uh, undamaged, 1,700 pounds.
In its current state I'll ballpark 600 pounds, give or take.
And how much torque do you think we'd need
to pull the plane out of the rubble?
Why, what are you thinking?
The amusement park. The amusement park.
Okay, help me pull the end of that chain to the SUV.
Cabe, grab the battery from Oksana's car.
What's that about an amusement park?
Guys, I need you to focus your work
on removing any of the rubble near the plane's wheels.
Just the wheels. Okay. Why?
We're gonna tow you out of there. SYLVESTER: How? The SUV
doesn't have the capacity.
What?!
This is not happening.
What isn't happening?
'Cause it really sounds like something is happening.
PAIGE: An overhead water pipe broke
and it's water pouring onto the corium.
Really not good.
There is steam coming off of the Elephant's Foot.
A lot of steam.
Okay, guys, I don't have to tell you how toxic that is.
The space is gonna steadily fill with that gas.
It's gonna fry your lungs.
WALTER: Sly, you need to find a source of fresh air.
Ha.
I got the emergency oxygen tanks from the plane.
CABE: That's a genius idea, kid, but those are small tanks.
There's only about 20 minutes worth of air in 'em.
Then you have 20 minutes to get us the heck out of here.
CABE: Copy that.
Let's hit it! Come on, let's go!
(engine starts)
(chain clanking)
(tires screeching)
You ready?
Come on!
I can handle it from here. Go!
Come on! Come on!
Uh, got my work cut out for me. (engine starts, tires squeal)
Paige, we're less than a minute away. How are you on oxygen?
Um, half a tank.
It's not lasting as long as we thought. Hurry!
Okay, you know what?
I tried the tough love on you, and it didn't work,
so let's try and keep your mind off things
while we move some rocks. Deal?
Okay. Okay, so, your-your husband.
How lo... how long are you married?
Ten years. Okay, and where'd you meet?
Uh, work. Oksana, details.
And I need you to move a little faster.
There was a manager, Kirman.
He was strong, handsome, every woman's dream.
He took me dancing, bought me gifts.
He sounds like a catch. You're lucky.
Oh, no, I did not marry him.
I married his file clerk, Nikolai.
Shy as a mouse.
Two men vying for you.
That must have been a difficult decision.
Oh, not at all.
Nikolai was... awkward, but he loved me.
He told me all his flaws,
all the ways in which we are different,
that we were meant to be together.
He told me
to have faith that he was right.
And I did, and he was right.
WALTER: Paige?!
Walter. Yeah.
You need to get back into the plane!
Happy, how goes it?!
I think these horsies are ready to run.
Okay.
Here it goes.
(calliope music plays)
It's working!
♪ ♪
(chain jingling)
Okay, guys, buckle in.
This is gonna be as bumpy as your landing.
Fantastic.
♪ ♪
Chain's pulling.
Back away!
Okay, they're coming out.
(gasping)
Whoa.
What happened? We stopped.
It must be stuck.
But we cleared the wheel base.
Well, the debris must've shifted when we started moving.
I'll be right back!
Paige, no!
WALTER: Paige, what are you doing?
Um, there's a metal sign caught in the fuselage. I can get it.
CABE: Be careful, kid.
This rig's pulled tight!
Once you pull that sign, it's gonna pop like a...
(grunts)
(hissing)
(coughing)
Paige. Paige is still in there!
Paige!
Paige?!
(coughing) Paige.
Paige, you all right?
Uh, I hurt my knee. Okay.
Okay, lean on me. Lean on me. We have to hurry.
The top of the opening is unstable at best.
(rumbling)
Side of the dome is cracking. It's caving in!
Down, get down! Get down!
(panting)
(coughing)
Walter! Paige!
Uh... unfortunately,
the Merry-Go-Round can't get us out of this one.
We're trapped, aren't we? Yes.
And the oxygen tank only has ten minutes of air left.
(coughing): There's more debris here than before.
There's no point wasting our time trying to get through it.
We can't get out this way. Um, Walter,
we have a development!
What?
Uh, the wall collapse must've buckled the cement floor.
The corium is moving faster toward the nuclear rods.
CABE: We already said
that was a bad thing, right?
It'll be Chernobyl 2: The Sequel.
Nine out of ten sequels are worse than the original.
Okay, estimating it's about ten feet from the rods, moving
about a foot a minute. HAPPY: That would give you a bit more
oxygen than time, but the point's moot.
We're all in the blast zone, and we're all dead once the blob
hits the rod. PAIGE: Oh, great.
So no matter what, we go down with the ship?
Go down with the ship.
That's brilliant!
Happy, we need to trap the corium!
With what?
Given the size of this thing,
we'd need 30 metric tons of concrete.
So we take down the whole ship!
Now, in order to seal off the corium from the rods,
we implode the building onto itself.
Like the old Tropicana in Vegas.
I cried when that went down.
You know, a showgirl there made me a man.
(clears throat)
Now, if charges can be strategically planted,
then we can cause a bulk of the roof's concrete
to fall on the east side of the cesium rods,
creating a barrier between them and the corium.
HAPPY: Okay, we can't do that until you're out of there.
Being in a collapsing building
isn't exactly good for your health.
Just properly set the charges so that the walls and the roof
collapse inward, creating a temporary tomb,
and we'll figure out a way to get out of here.
What?! How?
Uh, I'm not sure yet.
Where do we get the explosives from?
Leave that to me. Uh, Toby,
there have been a million studies on Chernobyl
in the past 30 years.
Find me the schematics
and locate the major support columns.
Go to Energy Council's online archives.
All the plans are there. TOBY: On it!
There could be some decayed walls in here
that maybe we could
push through with a broken beam.
Walter? Mm-hmm.
Beam of sunlight.
Oh, there's a hole in the dome,
and the light's shining
right through the plant's broken roof.
You think it's big enough to squeeze through?
We won't know until we get up there,
but the, the stairs were blown out in the meltdown.
I didn't see an elevator.
No, but I see a ladder.
That is not a ladder.
No, it will do. How's your knee feeling?
Terrible. We don't have a choice, do we?
No. Come on.
(groaning)
Here's two more.
There gonna be enough fuel?
My tank was full. Should be plenty.
Doesn't matter how much fuel we have
if Toby doesn't get me what I need.
TOBY: I will always give you what you need,
be it emotional, spiritual or romantic.
So, here it is, sugar plum.
There are four major support columns
that abut the exterior walls of the dome,
and I'm sending you 3-D images now.
Walt, we are prepping for detonation.
We need a 20 on the corium, but more importantly, you and Paige!
(grunting)
The corium's five feet away!
It's moving faster than projected!
As for me and Paige, we're almost at the top.
Yeah, with only four minutes of air, and this
climbing's making us use it faster.
My knee is slowing us down,
so you just go, and I'll catch up.
No!
We're getting out of here together!
(groaning)
These are the exact coordinates Toby gave us.
Here's the wire.
Okay.
Three drums to go.
Okay, let's move!
Keeping your arms out lowers your center of gravity.
It's-it's why those tightrope walkers use those poles.
Please don't say “tightrope.”
That's okay. So, we're almost at the end.
We'll be able to use those ladders
and get outside the dome.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Walter! (whimpers)
Oh, God, Walter!
You lost your oxygen! Whatever you do, do not breathe in!
What's going on?
Walter is hanging from a beam.
He lost his tank, and he cannot pull himself up!
Of course he can't. His muscles are deprived of oxygen.
He needs air!
I only have a few seconds myself.
What do I do?
Okay, we're gonna get out of here together.
(inhales)
(grunting)
HAPPY: Paige?
Walt?
I can't hear anything. Oh, no.
Is that smooching?
Holy CPR-mour. She's kissing life into the son of a gun.
(grunting)
TOBY: Guys, I know you're both holding your breath
and you can't answer, but you'd better move it 'cause
the corium's gonna hit the rods in less than two minutes!
(loud gasping)
We made it.
Great. Now what? There's no way down. (groaning)
Actually, there is.
I just didn't mention it earlier.
'Cause it's borderline insane?
Uh, it goes slightly beyond the border.
(rumbling)
(panting) Whoa.
The corium must be eating into the reactor wall.
Hey, guys, move it or lose it!
Quick. Come here.
Okay, I noticed that flagpole when we came in. That and this
extension cord are our way down.
We just need to find a cinder block.
Baffled.
Ditto!
Oh. Hold that. (grunts)
No idea what he's gonna do.
(grunting)
Airplane battery.
(grunts) All will be clear in a moment.
HAPPY: That moment better be less than 90 seconds,
'cause by then I got to implode that nuke plant
so we can stop this nuclear Armageddon.
We'll be down well before then!
Whoa. Okay. Get in close.
Face-to-face.
Are we just gonna jump?
Sort of. We just need to pull that chunk
of cement off the roof and let physics do its thing.
I think I know what he's gonna do. It could work.
Or they could die. I can hear you!
Okay, as soon as they're down, I'll hit the terminal
with the red wire and down comes the building.
Less than one minute!
I need you to press in tighter.
Oh, my God. This is happening.
We are gonna jump off of here
with an extension cord to break our fall.
Not just an extension. We also have the law of conservation
of angular momentum to help us out.
Okay, done.
35 seconds! Once I yank
that cement off the roof, things are gonna happen real fast.
Okay. Okay, look at me.
Please have faith that I'm right.
Okay, when I say “now,” we step off.
I'm just not gonna look.
WALTER: I think that's wise!
Now! (shouts)
(shouting)
(panting) Uh, uh...
(shouts)
WALTER: Uh...
(both panting)
See? Physics.
Quick! Untie 'em!
In Russia, we have phrase for this kind of trick.
Loose translation, “bananas crazy”!
HAPPY: Guys, if my calculations are right,
eight seconds until meltdown. I got
to flip this flapjack! Hurry!
Optimally, they need to be 400 feet from the implosion.
Then I guess we'll have to be a little under optimal.
Time's up!
Run!
TOBY: Guys!
Sound off! Anyone! Please!
(coughing)
(coughs) We're fine.
Oh. SYLVESTER: Fine
but very dirty.
Did it work? Uh, once again, if it hadn't,
we'd be dead by now.
We'll give the Energy Council the placement coordinates
for the sarcophagus by evening.
But please do us a favor and have it in place by morning.
Done.
Oh, you know what I could use right now?
A scalding radiation exposure shower and an iodine shake?
Took the words right out of my mouth.
(inhales, coughs)
WALTER: It's a mixture of parsley,
kale, onions, which contain vitamins
and free radicals which will scavenge the...
nuclear radiation
in our bodies.
Doesn't sound too terrible.
And cod. Oh, boy.
Which is also high in iodine.
Which is necessary. You didn't get deadly exposure,
but you got the equivalent of three full body CAT scans
in a day. So bottoms up.
(exhaling rapidly)
Oh, that looks awful.
Painfully gross.
I would be chugging it with you, but...
since Ralphy and I didn't go to Chernobyl...
(groans softly)
You better save me a slice or this goes on your head.
Ask her.
Hmm?
There's...
there's risk involved,
you know? If it doesn't work...
Sh-She's important to me, so I can't.
There's risk involved.
You dove off a building with the woman.
She literally took the plunge with you.
Physically plummeting does not correlate to emotional risk.
She kissed life into you.
She was sharing oxygen.
Walter, she trusts you, you trust her.
That is the basis of any lasting relationship,
even for people like us.
You know me. Can you even calculate the level
of discomfort it brings me to comment on your personal life?
Okay, I wouldn't do it,
not unless I saw you doing yourself grave harm.
I'm your friend. You can trust me.
So believe me when I say you can trust her.
(shudders) I don't even know if she likes jazz.
No one likes jazz.
It's about spending time together.
Ask her.
(phone rings)
Hi. Team Scorpion. She's on the phone.
Hi... When she's off.
(Paige speaking indistinctly)
Hey, big brain. I'm taking the company car.
Keys, please.
Huh?
W-We don't have a company car.
Your new car is the company car.
We voted. It's really nice.
I need it, I'm in the company.
Keys, please.
Smell ya later.
Yeah.
Sure.
Okay, bye.
Oh.
Are you-you feeling okay?
Do you need more fish shake?
Oh, no. No, I've had, I've had plenty.
Uh... uh...
Th-Thank you for, uh, giving me that breath of air.
Yeah, of course.
And for-for trusting me to jump off the building.
(whispers): Just do it.
So, have we ever, uh, discussed jazz music... before?
'C-Cause, you know, some people think that it's just...
it's, uh, improvised chaos. But, actually, uh,
great works c-can be charted mathematically.
It really helps in the, uh, appreciation.
I didn't know that.
Why are you bringing this up?
Well, I-I have these tickets...
(phone buzzing)
Oh.
Well, you can take that if you want.
No, no. I-I can call him back.
You were talking about those tickets.
Yeah. So, I wanted to, um...
uh, ask if y-you, uh, would like to go to the...
Lake Tahoe Jazz and Heritage Festival.
Oh. Um...
I'd...
With-with Tim.
T-Tim?
Yeah. Well, you know, I, um...
I bought them, uh, to go with Linda,
but, uh, you know, now that that's defunct,
they're, they're available.
Um...
Okay.
Yeah, I'll...
I'll ask Tim to go, if he wants.
Good.
Enjoy.
Fargas, you're late.
If you wanted prompt, you should have gone to a regular jeweler.
Regular jeweler wouldn't take the job. Gimme.
Oh.
FARGAS: This is no jab at your lady,
but unless she's incarcerated, you're not gonna get away
with that as a ring.
This is perfect. She's gonna love it.
(chuckles) Your funeral.
(camera shutter sound effects)
Check this out, Sly.
Is this perfect or wh...
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