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IED. Pulse 168 and thready.

BP 74 over palp, multiple
shrapnel wounds to abdomen.

Two large bore IVs with
normal saline wide open.

Any more on the way?
No. His partner was KIA.

Tim Armstrong!
I need you to fight

to stay with us, you hear me?
Yes, sir.

Let's establish
a hemostatic field.

And I want two
units of blood.

Give me a scalpel...

♪ Ooh... ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh... ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Well, they call me
the Devastator... ♪

You must be my new trainee.

Yes, sir.
For the commute.

Dark and sweet.
You did your homework.

Let's see if it carries over.

You can brief me on
the new case on the way.

I'm excited to work
with a team of geniuses.

What are they like?

They're unique.

♪ He's just a... devastator ♪

♪ He's just a... ♪

I don't know.
I don't think he's trying.

I'm tired.
It's my second song.

Uh, the agreement
was three songs.

Just dance, monkey.

Oh, a ten-year-old just
called you a monkey.

Life working out
how you planned?

Truth or Dare is the closest
I can get to gambling.

I need the rush.

Sylvester.

I have your
paperwork.

So, the contract you signed
for the game show auditions

have language on the back
called, um, “boilerplate”"

I know what boilerplate is.

Why does it seem like you've
just recently learned the term?

Well, it's been a while

since I looked at
some of my old law books.

They are full of information.

Anyway, the point is,

they have the right to refuse
you from being on the show.

Like casinos can keep out card
counters for being too good.

Mom, we dared
Toby to dance.

Great. Well, maybe you
can dare him

to turn in his case summaries
on time.

I just can't believe
they'd play this dirty.

Well, it's not
the first time

that the mentally-enabled
got hoodwinked

for believing everyone's as
straightforward as we are.

Ostracized for being too smart.

You know, it's Mensa
all over again.

You've been discriminated
against before

for being a genius?

Uh, sort of. Picked on.

Treated different.
Shut out.

But not “discriminated against”"

Ahem. Who here has
the law degree?

I hope that was rhetorical.

Uh, actually,
I have it right here.

Ah, Americans with
Disabilities Act

prevents you from being
discriminated against

because you're
physically different.

Is that the spirit
of that statute?

Hep! Who here
has a law degree?

He is being denied
simply because

his brain is different
than most people.

Same reason why I couldn't get
a license to operate a crane.

What now?
Anyway...

let's forget
the contract claims.

If the Megan Dodd Pediatric Wing
is going to be a reality

I'm gonna have to lean on
these fat cats to give in

or face the consequences.

They'll have to watch your
commercial on a loop?

Sticks and stones
may break my bones,

but then...
I get to sue you.

Client, I'll be back
with good news.

♪ He's just a devastator ♪

♪ Love stimulator... ♪

Not sure how good
a lawyer he is.

Me neither.
But he's so enthused.

Toby, you might want to take
your bra off.

Cabe's trainee arrives today.

Why would I do anything
for that jerk?

Jerk? You haven't
met him.

We know his type--
prom king, football star...

You have to stop hacking
people's records.

He's the type of guy

who would put your head in
a toilet and then flush it.

A practice known
as a swirly.

The kind of jerk that would dog
on the only girl in shop class.

Only a madman would do that.

You are brilliant
and perfect.

Okay, what did I say about
talking to me like that at work?

- Not to.
- You need more

than a high school degree
when evaluating someone.

Thank you, Walter.

So I pulled his college record.

And we're back to normal.

Chess team captain, Division 3
Collegiate Geography Bee...

Oh!

This guy knows his
nation-states.

There's a big gap
in his history.

It's a total
black hole.

You're threatened by an intern.

You know what,
in a few weeks

he'll move on to a different
division of Homeland.

The efficient move is to
accept him as part of the team.

You'll barely notice him.

Team Scorpion.

Meet my new
trainee, Tim Armstrong.

Hello, I am, uh,
thrilled to be here.

Well, hi, um...
welcome aboard.

Thank you.

Um, you got a little bit
on your...

I think they noticed him.

Thanks for letting me
borrow your new car.

Rides like a dream.

Um, Tim, I'm Walter O'Brien.
Hi.

This is Sylvester Dodd, Toby Curtis...
Dr. Curtis.

Paige Dineen, her son Ralph,
and Happy Quinn.

Happy, I read up
on the micro jack device

that you designed to save

that kid in the sinkhole--
that was brilliant.

Um... thank you.

Uh, yeah, I-I-I actually
helped her build that.

I'm her boyfriend.

Cool.

Camp Hasley, the only permanent
U.S. military base

in the continent of Africa,

located in Djibouti.
Strategically located

between the Red Sea and
the Gulf of Aden. Tim?

The open water
and flat terrain

permit for unencumbered
sound wave travel.

Our mission is to install
a newly developed audio

surveillance system.
With the base's

proximity to lawless regions
on the continent

and the Arabian
peninsula...

The base could pick up
on terrorist chatter.

Yes. From
incredible distances.

Now, the tech's so powerful
it can hear conversations

from hundreds of miles away,
then dig out

that specific frequency
amidst all the audio clutter

so that we can hear it
clear as day.

That's impressive
but a basic setup.

Any decent audio engineer
could do this. So why us?

The Feds want it
properly installed,

and they want it
installed yesterday.

They know we're
good and fast,

and they're willing
to pay you for it.

Whew.
Guess we're going to Africa.

You know, we like
to learn about the people

we're working with, Timothy.
'Cause we're like a family

here
at Scorpion.

There's a chunk missing
from your online history.

Toby...

No. It's a...

valid question.

I was a SEAL.

I did some top
secret missions.

Last year, I caught
some shrapnel,

some of which is still lodged
in my lower back.

So the Navy medically
discharged me,

and I'm appealing
their decision.

If I don't win,

then I figured
that Homeland would be

another option for me
to serve my country.

Now, I requested Scorpion detail

because I've read
about all of you.

And... you're amazing.

Now, hopefully I can learn
something being here,

despite the fact
that your intelligence

has me completely
intimidated.

Well, he's telling
the truth.

We are amazing.

Tim,

let me show you around.
Yes, sir.

He seems okay.

Well, that was an act.
What?

I profiled him.
He's clean.

Luckily, he's just a trainee.

Unbelievable.

Walter,

a guy comes in with
Channing Tatum's body

and Mitt Romney's hair
and you don't like him.

May I posture a theory?
You may not.

You know
that Paige respects you.

And if you respect Tim,
then Paige will think it's okay

to respect Tim
and might start to like Tim.

You're very, very wrong.

Oh.

Papa-Don't-Preach,
you're worried Cabe's found

a new son figure that fits his
macho mold better than you do.

That's preposterous.

You don't want Daddy finding

a shiny new toy
that he likes better.

We're done here.

Man, he is messed up.

Welcome to Camp Hasley.

We appreciate your help
with our project.

Our pleasure,
Major Janeway.

Uh, question.
Are there any monkeys

on the base?
Okay, don't embarrass us

in front of the Marines.
They make me very uncomfortable.

They are human-like and yet
they still throw their feces.

Lots out in the wild
but none on the base, per Se.

- Wonderful. Thank you.
- Are they always like this?

No. Sometimes they're weird.

The equipment recently arrived.
Not completely unpacked yet.

Okay. We'll get right to it.
So, Cabe and Tim can break down

the rest of the boxes.

Sly and I will
handle the software.

Happy can rig the equipment.
And Paige and Toby,

put up the parabolic
antenna on the roof, yeah?

Copy that!

I'm afraid to ask.

Cabe dared me on the plane
that I couldn't eat eight boxes

of Saltines by midnight.
I'm already two boxes in.

Sucka.

Long flight.

I needed something
to shut him up.

Digital conversion software
is running.

Sweet. Now all I have to do
is open this box,

and we should be...

No.

That is not involved
with this project.

I've got the
receptors working.

Let's take this baby
for a spin.

Whoa. You can't just eavesdrop
on other nations

without prior authorization.

Paige and Toby are on the roof
securing the antenna. Try them.

Got our building.

Turn it on.

Um...

are we sure we want
to eavesdrop on teammates?

It's not eavesdropping.
It's testing our work.

And, actually, listening
in on the thoughts

of a genius
is an educational experience.

“Djibouti” is fun to say.
Sounds like “ja booty.”

Hey, Paige,
you wearing sunscreen?

Don't want to get burned
in Djibouti.

It's illuminating.

Tim and I have some
business with Major Janeway.

So, uh, you guys dot the
I's and cross the T's.

We'll be back in
an hour or so.

Okay.

Sly.

Happy.

Did you see how he opened
the door for Cabe?

He lifted the handle
and he turned it.

How else would he know
that there was something wrong

with the knob if he hadn't been
on the base before, huh?

I don't know, Nancy Drew.
But who cares?

We're here to set up a pop stand
and get paid.

A pop stand
that is incredibly easy

to assemble.
There is no logical reason

why we were brought here.
So something's wrong.

But now that we're here,
we have access

to the base's intranet, so...
You know, I don't think

the base
would appreciate us snooping.

We were brought out here to set
up a high-tech listening device.

Snooping is exactly

what we've been paid to do.
You know what,

it was awfully weird that Cabe
wouldn't let me open that box.

Maybe... you
should open the box.

Look, even if we're careful,
things could still go sideways.

Are you ready for this?

We don't have an option
to not be ready.

This is an incredibly
advanced 3-D printer.

High-end, non-commercial
government prototype.

Antenna's securely
fastened.

What's going on here?

We think Tim might be hinky.

Walt's looking him up
on the base's system.

Why would there by data
on Tim in Djibouti?

“Ja booty.”

Never gets old.

Because we're being deceived.

Tim is not who
he's pretending to be.

We walk from here.

Stay behind me, stay quiet.
Sound'll get us killed.

Copley's the
one in white.

The rest are
bodyguards.

Now's our chance.

Let's go.

Okay, our Intel says
it's a 12-by-12 box

with a large knot
on the side.

Okay.

Hey, is this it?

Yeah.

This is what Jennings died for.

All right.

They're back in the warehouse.
Hurry up and scan this.

It's 10:45. We got to get
this scan back to the base

and get my team up to
speed and working on it.

And get back here before
this bowl goes anywhere.

Done.

You go ahead,
I'll catch up.

You-- stop!

Get the truck!

We got friends!

I'll cover you.
Start the jeep.

We got enough of a lead
to make it back

over the border to the base.

Yeah, well,
that's gonna be tough to do

when you're running out of fuel.

Look.

Aw, they must've
hit the fuel tank.

All right, new plan.

You take the scanner
and you head back to the base

and finish the mission.
No, Cabe.

I already lost one man over this
detail, I'm not losing another.

Well, it's not your call.

Here goes nothing.

I work for a buyer.

I was just trying to
confirm whether or not

you really had artifacts.

Well, tell that to my boss
when you wake up.

♪ Scorpion 2x20 ♪
Djibouti Call
Original Air Date on March 21, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

This is not about suspicion,
this is about having

all the facts.
Facts that you hope will prove

your preconceived
opinion that Tim

isn't telling
the full truth.

In other words:
suspicion.

Timothy Armstrong.

Spotless service record, master
chief petty officer, citations

for meritorious service.

That's mildly impressive.

It's impressive.

Yeah, well this is
straightforward

except for...
Ooh, a PDF classified SCI.

Sensitive Compartmental
Information?

That's like Top Secret
Plus. You click on that,

you're committing some
serious crimeage.

Okay,

on 8/12/2015,

Master Chief Petty
Officer Armstrong

and Petty Officer
Third Class Jennings

were victims of an IED attack

just over the Djibouti border.

Armstrong survived
despite

extensive injuries.
Jennings' wounds were fatal.

That's what got me my discharge.

Uh, we were just...

snooping into your record.

That report is from our first
attempt to infiltrate

the operations of Shane Copley,

South African trafficker
in stolen antiquities.

He's the man
who has Cabe right now.

And hopefully...
What do you mean, has Cabe?

When we got hit with the IED,
that was our first attempt

to recover
important antiquities. Today

was our second.

It went south.
Where is Cabe?

Across the border in Mukaria.
Look, this'll all go

a lot easier if you just let me
explain what's going on.

Okay, then hurry.

For years, terrorists have been

raiding Middle Eastern museums,

taking priceless antiquities
to sell on the black market.

Now, the cash from these sales

fund training, fake visas,
advanced explosives.

So a 3,000-year-old pot becomes
a bomb in a concert hall.

And Copley brokers these deals
for millions in cash.

So, he's their funding?

He's indirectly responsible

for the deaths
of thousands of people.

Conservatively.

Is Copley a killer?

He'd do anything
to protect his business,

but he's not stupid.

He wouldn't kill Cabe without
interrogating him first

to find out why he was
around his warehouse.

Great, so now
he's just being tortured.

Yeah, thanks to Tim,
who left him behind.

No, he kicked me
out of a jeep.

I can see Cabe doing that.

We're on a military base.
Call for backup.

No. Copley's smart enough to...
stay across the border

in Makuria.
That's an enemy government.

We send in troops, that's
an international incident.

Cabe and I knew that
when we went out this morning.

We knew that we were
we going out alone

and that there was no help.

You rooked him
into a suicide mission.

The government
assigned a mission,

and Cabe said nothing but “yes”"

Why keep it secret from us?
Because...

he knew we might take fire.

Okay?
Our orders are shoot to kill.

He knows that's not your thing.
He was trying to protect you.

I don't like being lied to.

Uh, no one does,
but the more you chatter,

the less likely
we find Cabe.

Now quiet, I am recording
the outgoing message

on his voice mail.

So you can plug
his vocal signature

into the eavesdropping
software.

Yes, now quiet.

Hello, you've reached Cabe.

Please leave me a message.

How the hell you
turn this thing off?

Hey, after we save Cabe,

remind me to make
fun of him for that.

Okay, now I download
his voice sample.

And I'll position
the parabolic antennae

towards Copley
and his stash house.

Approximately
15.77 degrees north,

39.7643
degrees east.

Okay, and once I cancel out
all the other frequencies,

it should leave
just Cabe's voice.

If he's alive.

When Jennings got killed
I carried his body

four miles on my back
trading fire with hostiles.

I don't just
leave people behind.

Uh, Cabe's alive. I hear him.

If I wanted to steal it,

I would have and you would have
found it on me.

It ain't simple logic?

Oh, God, they're beating him.

Aah!

Oh, God.

That stung a little, eh?

He's just getting
warmed up.

So, one more time.

Who do you work for?

American
military?

And where's your friend
who was shooting at us?

I'm doing recon for a client.

They want to buy an item.

They'll beat any price.

And you heard about
this item where?

Antiquities market is small.

People talk.

And so will you.

I'm gonna wait
for the Sampsons.

Work him over

until he tells you
whether he was trying

to steal the bowl for himself
or someone else.

Bowl-- what bowl?

This one.

A 4,000-year-old
ceremonial vessel

used in fertility rites.

Black market value:

$5 million.

Who's out there buying
a $5 million bowl?

Someone with
a ton of bread.

Any billionaire can buy
a McLaren, but that is special.

And if you have
the morals of a hyena,

owning it'll make you
feel special.

So what exactly
was our mission here?

Well, if Copley
was just killed or captured,

another person
would just take his place.

But if we can surgically inject
a forgery into the market,

then it could collapse
his entire organization.

So once the buyers
realize it's a phony,

Copley'll be discredited,
his operation'll be shut down

and nobody'll know
if he's selling knockoffs

or the actual McCoy.

Preying on the innate
human behavioral traits

of cynicism and distrust.
I like it.

Our plan was to sneak in,
scan the original,

copy it and replace it
with a fake.

How do you copy
a 4,000 year-old bowl?

I think it might have something
to do with this incredible

3-D printer that we
weren't supposed to open.

Yes, incredible
but not flawless.

It can fabricate
vulcanized rubber

and industrial plastics
in minutes,

but DARPA hasn't been able
to figure out

how to make it work
with organic materials.

And that is where
Scorpion comes in.

Well, is the bowl
even our focus anymore

or do we just
get Cabe and get out?

A SEAL lost his
life for this.

Knowing Cabe,
he's not going home

until our mission's complete.

We're now officially
two-pronged.

Luckily, both our prongs,

Cabe and the bowl,
are in the same compound.

On the counterfeit bowl prong:
whether we copy it or not

depends on the kind of organic
material we're talking about.

This. The type of clay-laden
soil used to make the bowl.

It's only found
here in this area of Africa.

Okay, so, we need
to reconfigure the software

in the printer, Sylvester?
On it.

I'll adjust the output jets
so that they're

compatible with the clay.

Now, our Intel has the buyers--

a couple from New York,
the Sampsons--

arriving in less than two hours,
so we need to get all this done

before the real bowl is sold to them.
Well, my team

can handle the fake bowl,
can you

take care of the buyer issue?

Well, luckily, Copley's men

didn't get a clear look at me.

So... I have an idea.

But I'll need to reach out
to the Djibouti ambassador

and get the name of his tailor.

How's it coming?

Almost there.

Now we just need to bake it
to oxidize the cobalt

in it, which would change

its color
and make it appear aged.

Still nothing to say?

Yeah.

Your breath stinks.

Eat a mint.

You've got a smart mouth on you.

Now it's time
to shut it up.

Sir, the buyers
are early.

Spread some plastic under him.

I'll be back.

Welcome to my shop,
Mr. and Mrs. Sampson.

You're eager. I like that.

Pleasure
to be finally meeting you.

It's hot in the desert,
isn't it, sweetheart?

Scorching.

I'm so pleased
to have you as my guests.

Funny way you have
of showing it.

When dealing
with a $5 million purchase,

care must be taken.

No payment until
we have the bowl.

When dealing
with a $5 million purchase,

care must be taken.

Fair enough.

Let's go inside

and do business.

All right, they're inside.
Okay.

Yeah.

Shh, shh.

Okay. Now, we need to get
to that shed.

Slight problem. The stun gun
that Tim gave us back

at the base must've been hit
by a stray rock on the drive.

Shoot.

It's broken.
We need that.

No, we don't.
We just need to replicate

what the stun gun
was supposed to do for us.

With what I have
in my medical bag and the thorns

and berries in that bush
over there, we can do it.

Come on.

Happy. Happy. Happy.

Okay, Paige,

we're in.

This coffee is delicious.

Africa's finest.

We've heard a great deal
about your acquisitions.

If this purchase goes well, you
can expect to see more of us.

And our money.

Speaking of which, there
has been a price adjustment.

The bowl you want
is in great demand.

Just today there was
an attempt to steal it.

And several months ago, U.S.
military tried to track it down.

You don't say.

Yeah. But an IED
killed one,

sent the other one away
like a hurt dog.

The price is as quoted,
or we walk

and we take our cash with us.

And, please, enough
talk of violence.

We came here for art.

Let's go see it then.

This way.

Paige, we're not ready. You got
to slow him down for 30 seconds.

Put the fake one in.

Uh, not good.

I don't think anybody heard.
Don't worry.

The guards won't kill you

because
I'm gonna kill you first.

Okay, Paige, uh, you got
to stretch those 30 seconds.

Sly just broke
the bowl.

We've got to do some surgery.

They broke the
bowl? Oh, God.

Oh, God.

It's just...

this piece is... beautiful.

Can you, um, tell me a bit
about it?

Of course.

Okay. I'll get the clay
from under the warehouse.

You grab that, uh, old helmet
and pull the wires

from the lights.

Okay.

All right.

And also, on the inside
of this particular pot,

researchers found remnants
of 8,000-year-old olive oil.

Remarkable. Maybe we can
purchase it on our next visit.

I believe that when you find
something rare and beautiful,

you should hold onto it.

Clearly.

So, tell me,

where did you find
this beautiful woman?

We...

met in Paris.
Mm-hmm.

At a cafe.
She was drinking a latte

and she smiled at me,
unaware that the foam

remained right
over her lip.

Well, this is
getting interesting.

Quiet.
She was

absolutely
captivating.

There's nothing
more stunning than

seeing perfection
with a slight imperfection.

It makes the perfection
stand out even more.

Okay, pieces are together.
I've been frying

this metal helmet.
It should be hot

as heck under it.
Be careful.

Let's hope so. The electrical
current will heat the helmet.

The helmet will heat
the clay.

Heated clay will give off
water vapor,

which turns it
from brown to blue.

And looks exactly like
the rest of the bowl.

In theory.

Shh...

You sure this'll work?
The thorns

are slathered in anesthetic. The
berries are gonna weigh 'em down

so they travel faster.
And the rolled up spec

is gonna work
like a perfect blowgun.

So, no, I have no idea
if this is gonna work.

He thinks it's a mosquito.

Hit him again. Look, look, look,

he's groggy.

Okay, Mongo's coming this way.
What do we do?

Plan B: try to run past him
and get to Cabe.

No! No, no, no, no.

Oh, no, you don't! Don't!
His gun!

It's perfect.

Just needs to be sanded down
on the bottom.

I'll do that. Okay, take the
real bowl and get out of here.

What if they show up
before you've left?

Just protect the real bowl. Go.

Hit him with another dart!

They're back by the crates.

Thank goodness.

The cavalry's here.

Well done.

Untie me.

I'd be happy to show you the
rest of the collection later.

But for now, why don't we go see
the bowl you came here for.

Yes. Good idea.

Uh, it's a bad idea.
I'm not ready.

Wait.

W-Wait.

Is, um...

is this piece seventh
century stoneware?

I have to say,
I'm confused by your desire

to focus on the salad

when the steak is waiting
for you right inside this room.

Please forgive
my wife. She...

just loves to window-shop.

Well, I love

to complete business,

so let's do so.

It's of museum quality.

Because
a year ago,

it was still in a museum.

Paige, we're almost finished
getting Cabe free.

Now, you guys have
to talk your way

out of there before
he looks in your bag.

There are monkeys everywhere!

4,000 years old.

Created by ancient hands.

You won't find
another one like it.

Whoever made
this is a genius.

But it's chipped. Here.

There seems to be a loss
of mass in transit,

and this glaze is
more vulnerable than expected.

It's 4,000 years old.

It doesn't live up
to the photographs

from the museum archives.

If this is a negotiation ploy...

I don't need to negotiate.

I either want a piece
or I don't.

This piece, in person,
underwhelms.

Maybe another deal, another day.

Now, you listen to me.

We had a deal.
You gave me your word.

Mr. Copley.

Sir, we have a situation.

Can it wait?
No.

Sir, there's a couple outside...

claiming to be
Mr. and Mrs. Sampson.

Well, that is ridiculous,
because we are the Sampsons.

Are you?

Or are you friends of the man
we caught here earlier?

All of you trying
to steal what's mine?

How dare you accuse us...
Open their bag.

Give it to me.

I suggest you hand it over.

What the hell is this?

There's no money
anywhere in there.

Are you
playing games?

Nothing but crackers.

Richards, we're not
gonna lose this sale.

Take the two of them
out the back

and into the desert.

Who knows?

Maybe in 4,000 years time,

someone will be digging you up.

Okay, you got me.

I was trying to steal from you.
But my wife

had nothing to do with this.

Well, then it's a shame
you're the reason she'll die.

Okay, Paige, I need you to take

one step closer to Tim.

Now.

Come on!

Get after them!

Okay, I'm gonna meet you guys
at the access road.

I'm stuck!

Just pull your arm out.
There you go, come on .

Hurry!

Paige!

Floor it!

Paige, you okay?

She's in shock,
we got to get her back to base.

It's not gonna be that easy.
Look,

on that
ridge ahead!

They got automatic weapons.

Put it in reverse.

No, then we'll be headed
back to Copley!

We passed the compound's
gas tank. Put it in reverse.

Cabe, gun.
Look, I know

what you're thinking, but a bullet's
not gonna cause an explosion.

That's why you need to get
the flare from the back.

Toby.

Guys, Paige is in bad shape.

Go forward!

Come on, Happy!
Get your booty in the car!

Oh! Oh, it's really sore.

The ambassador's tailor
needs to make

thicker bulletproof jackets.

It's not like the movies. Rounds
don't just bounce off you,

it's more like getting hit
with a sledgehammer.

We'll ice it on the plane.

Do you think it's gonna
play out like you planned?

It worked.

They just completed the sale

of the fake bowl
to the Sampsons.

And our little light show
made the piece even sexier.

Copley got an extra
two mil out of 'em.

Well, he's not
gonna get to enjoy it.

As soon as the Sampsons go
to have that bowl authenticated,

his operation's
gonna be discredited

and Copley'll be arrested
and tried.

I look forward to telling
Jennings' widow that news.

Thank you.

Let's pack it up.

Major Janeway has the curator
of the North African

Antiquities Museum heading over.

We got a bowl to return.

Listen, all I'm saying
is that I didn't lose the dare

if the crackers, which were
the integral to the dare,

were captured
by international criminals.

I'll buy you some
more boxes tomorrow

if it'll keep
that mouth closed.

Doc, you got a second?

What's up,
honey bear kitten pie?

Nothing,
stupid dummy moron jerk.

You know why I'm annoyed.

I'm terrified that I don't.

The Truth or Dare has to stop.

It's like mental methadone.

I need to
wean myself

off of gambling.
I am still hooked

on the endorphin rush.
You don't know how it feels.

Does it feel like that?

Do you need to do
any more dares?

Okay, then.

Oh, boy.

This looks bad.

Hey. I, uh,
I have something

that might help with that.

Oh, it's gruesome.
I'll try anything.

It's a remedy that we use out in
the field when we get banged up.

It's butter, honey and salt.
That's it.

Okay.
Okay?

All right. And it will

help keep the swelling down

and it will
help out infection.

Thank you.

Uh, thank you for, uh,
what you did for me today.

I was just doing my job.

Protecting my teammates.
That's it.

Well, it's much appreciated.

Look, really,

it should be me
thanking you.

I mean, if you wouldn't have
calmed me down when

Copley was talking smack
about how he killed

Jennings, I...

I would've lost it.

And we would not have
gotten out of there alive.

I was just doing my job.

You do it very well.

You okay?

Mm-hmm.

Evening.
Hey.

Hey, where you been?

Been trying to get
ahold of you all day.

I was in Africa.

I'm your attorney,
you don't have to lie to me.

Anyway, I met
with the lawyers

for the game shows.

I laid out our legal argument,

our statutory authority

and I...
I set forth our demands.

Perfect.
How did it go?

Security threw me out.

I have a court appearance next
week for disturbing the peace.

Look, man, you-you seem
like a nice enough guy.

Maybe you should, uh,
try hiring someone...

like a real lawyer.

Like someone who's
actually won a case.

Yeah, I-I tried,
but nobody would take my case.

Oh.

Okay. Well....

I'm really sorry I let you down.

Hey, Heywood, hold on.

You know,

this whole building
is full of people who feel

they didn't fit in
or couldn't do anything right

or felt rudderless
at some point in their lives.

But we were all given a chance
through Scorpion.

Are you asking me
to join the team?

I'm not a genius.

That is abundantly clear.

No. Wh-What I am offering

is to keep you on as my lawyer.

You do?

I promise you will win
your first case.

Deal?

Yeah, deal.
Okay, come on,

let's start brainstorming
some strategies.

All right.

Did some really
important work today.

We did.
Any thoughts on our

newest member?
Well, he's probationary

for Homeland,
not part of Scorpion.

I thought he was competent,
he handled himself well,

you two were able
to work together.

I'm glad you're pleased.

Normally I'd be impressed,

but since I've met you,

well, you've set the bar
so high.

Did Toby tell you
I was threatened by you and Tim?

On the flight back.

Okay.
I don't feel jealousy.

Jealousy is when you worry about

how you compare to someone.

But when your IQ

puts you in
a one in 1.7 billion situation,

no one can really compare.

That's good to know.

'Cause he could be around
for a bit.

Same spot, it's
kind of weird.

Well, only got shot
a month ago, so, sure.

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