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Previously on Scorpion...

Methane has begun to escape
into the atmosphere.

In 30 days, half of life
on Earth is gone.

In 90, all of it.

I'll ankle Collins to me.

He gets more than
25 feet from my side,

he gets 50,000 volts.

If things go sideways,

It'll be your ass
on the line.

PANNS is our marital creed.

"SCABOBI"?

It stands for
"Steady Calm Attitude

Brings Optimal Bliss
Inherently."

Today I read my own obituary.

And the thing that hit the most

was that it didn't
even mention Megan.

I-I lost my-my wedding ring.

Sly, it is a Band-Aid.
I will get you another.

Paige is like fruit punch.

And your brain

is like a Ferrari engine.

As the founder of Scorpion,

I don't really need
to check with anyone.

Appreciate the candor.

Collins got Toby. Pull.

You pulled me out?

Methane geysers,
hundreds of them.

This will start warming
the Earth's atmosphere

within hours and then...

Mass extinction.

No way our government can
mobilize those resources

to the Arctic
in that time frame.

I don't care how much red tape's
involved, Carson.

We've got tons of ice-gas
shooting through the atmosphere.

It's gonna bake us all to bits.

That is almost
entirely inaccurate.

We have methane
escaping ice fissures,

and it's getting trapped
in the atmosphere.

Now, the "bake us to bits" part
is correct.

Well, Mr. O'Brien, satellite
imagery has made us aware

of a potential geological event
in the region,

it's just...

Not a geological event,
an extinction event.

And there's nothing "potential"
about it.

Now, if we don't get
some government support

to plug those leaks
within three hours,

enough methane will have escaped

to permanently heat
the atmosphere

and end human life
in 90 days tops.

So we're gonna need
three dozen pieces

of heavy construction machinery,

and we'll need 50 workers--
no, no, no--

make that 60 workers.

Mr. O'Brien, there is no way
our government can mobilize

those resources to the Arctic
in that time frame.

Not to mention,
our top scientists

have yet to determine
how much of a threat, if any,

this methane leak is.

Your top scientists
are all with me in Norway.

Idiot.

We're on our own.

Nice. Fight the man.

Why are we stopping here?

We're far enough
from the methane to be safe,

and I'm not just gonna

drive around blind
until we have a plan.

Walt's got a plan, we're just
a few dozen payloaders short.

How are we gonna stuff up
all those fissures at once?

What's that noise?

I've seen classified photos

of that beast
in Homeland briefings.

That's the Russian X-138.

The fastest military
helicopter on Earth.

That is how we're gonna
save the Earth.

We just need to steal it.

I'm not sure all the methane's
out of Walt's bloodstream.

I assure you, I am lucid.

Now, right now, what is
our number one problem?

I'm being forced to work with
a man who tried to murder me.

Eh, I saved your life today,
I'd say we're back to zero.

Our number one problem is how
to quickly and efficiently

cork up the methane fissures.

Exactly. We're gonna
use the helicopter

as our cork dispenser,
we're gonna seed the clouds

above the fissures
to make it snow.

Snow falls into the fissures,
partially clogging them up...

Temperature starts decreasing...

Snow turns to ice...

Totally sealing the fissures...

Completely stopping
the methane release,

the heating of the atmosphere...

And the extinction event.

Government sends a team to pump

methane-eating bacteria
under the ice.

No more worries.
The problem is,

is that chopper
is most likely headed back

over the Russian border
a few miles from here.

So we have to cross a border?

And steal a military helicopter.

It's not like we can borrow
it from the Russians.

There isn't a lot of trust
between our countries.

Copter was heading northeast.

Most of this border up here
is unprotected.

Why don't we drive
in that direction

and see if we can't find
where it went?

Copy that.

CIA has a dossier on this place.

It's a luxury spa retreat

for top Russian military,
their families and friends.

Military?

Place is full of top brass

who carry their weapons
at all times.

Okay, what else did they tell
you was in the facility?

It's Lifestyles of the Rich
and Famous in there.

The big shots go there
for saltwater pools,

exercise studios, the works.

Perfect.

Why, are you thinking
of a getting a facial?

No. To seed the clouds,

we'll need silver iodide.

Since we don't have
it, we will make it.

We combine potassium iodide...

Which is used as a decontaminant
in saltwater pools.

...with silver nitrate.

Found in the backs of mirrors
to keep them reflective.

But we'll need the helicopter
to seed the clouds.

It's still running
with a pilot at the ready,

it seems like someone's gonna
use it any minute.

They're using
military assets

to fly around from
the local bases.

But even if we get our hands on
it, who's gonna fly the thing?

I can fly the copter.

Pilot's license, remember?

Oh, yeah, last time you flew us
somewhere, we crashed.

PANNS.

No disparaging of ideas.

First N.

We got to
delay whoever's using

the whirlybird next,
so it's still there

after we pilfer all
the chemicals we need.

I speak fluent Russian, guys.

I can get us past
that front desk.

I'm just gonna need,
uh, that metal pen

that you used to take notes
on my research in prison.

Cabe, I'll need you to follow
some very simple instructions,

and Happy, I'll need you
to be my wife.

Come on, Toby.

I'm, like, the only one here
she hasn't been married to.

Hey!

Hey, hey.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, settle down.

Hey, it was a joke. A joke.

Okay. Let's get to work.

Cabe, one large step back.
25 feet.

Uh, coast is clear.

I'm fine. I'm fine, thanks.

Sorry, man.

Here, this must be
the helicopter manifest.

Yeah. What-what was it

that gave it away,
was it the little picture

of the helicopter?

Sorry.

My bad.

Therapy is a marathon,
not a sprint.

Just shut up and read the
schedule, please, Collins.

It says
General Victor Andropov

is scheduled to fly out
in 22 minutes,

right after his seaweed
treatment at the spa.

Spa, okay, so we don't
let him leave the spa.

Uh, Cabe and Collins,
handle that,

Happy, Sly, Toby, uh, get
to the pool maintenance

and grab blocks of
potassium iodide,

and, uh, Paige and I will grab

a bucket
of ice scrapers

that I saw from outside,

and then get the silver nitrate
from some mirrors.

Look at the exercise room.

Entire ceiling is
covered in mirrors.

So was our hotel room

in Santa Barbara, but somehow,
we're in the Arctic.

We don't pull this off,

your honeymoon will
be postponed forever

and we'll all die before
your one month anniversary,

so hands in.

Huh?
Hands in.

It's a sports thing.

You put your hands
in a circle

to get psyched up
for the big game.

Now, the whole world
is counting on us.

Now, hands in.

All right, Scorpion,

on three, ready?
Ready.

One...
Sorry, Collins.

Team members only.

Two...

When was the last time
everybody washed up?

Three.

We wasted three
seconds. Let's go.

You got to be kidding me.

Go Scorpion.

Cabe?

♪ Scorpion 4x02 ♪
More Extinction
Original Air Date on October 2, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

If I knew there'd be this
much vent infiltration

when I took this Scorpion job,
I might've reconsidered.

Oh, yeah. Here is good.

Yeah. That music
should be loud enough

to cover the sound
of our scraping.

Okay.

What is it?

Nothing, it's just
the, uh, the music.

It's quite, it's inefficient.

Isn't it?
I mean, if calisthenics

is the goal,

you'd get the same result
without the blaring soundtrack.

Music makes it more fun.

Not for the inner ear.

Sensorineural hearing loss

is no laughing matter.

Well, music is not
an intellectual matter.

Some things exist

just to be
enjoyed, Walter.

Not everything's constantly
cerebral, you know?

Well, an increase in the amount
of cerebral activity

would be a boon
to general society.

Of course, yeah, it's just
a... an observation.

Let's continue

with the collection
of the silver nitrate.

You know, fun fact
about silver nitrate.

It's actually used
for certain eye treatments.

It's not that fun
of a fact, actually.

Oh, he's
a big old slab

of Acipenser gueldenstaedtii.

The scientific classification
of Russian sturgeon.

Shut up. I don't want
to hear it.

Hey. Showtime.

Put this on.

A "please" would be nice.

Yeah, so would
a cold beer

and a warm showgirl,

and you're not getting
any of those either.

Grab that hot wax.

We're gonna need it.

The funny thing, Agent, is that
criminals and law enforcement

aren't all that different.

Both highly intelligent.

Both risk-takers.

Yeah, but a criminal
does it for himself.

Cops do it for others.

That's the rub.

I'm working on it.

I'm desperately
hoping to switch up

my 51% bad with
my 49% good.

I would really love to make
that two percent leap.

Well, for right now,
concentrate 100% on the job.

Get into character.

You've got to be kidding me.

It's empty.

They're out of potassium iodide.

Uh, they must be
in between orders.

That means we're in between
a rock and a hard place.

No potassium iodide means
we can't seed the clouds,

make it snow and seal
those methane fissures.

And all life ends,
save for some gross insects.

The bugs haven't won yet.

We've got all the
potassium iodide we'd need.

It's just been dissolved

in over 26,000 gallons of water
right above our heads.

And in order to get salt from
salt water, you need to boil it,

and I don't think they
make a pot big enough

to hold a whole
pool's worth of water!

Ah, right here.

These pipes are hot.

Must be headed
into the steam room.

I can drain the pool water and
redirect it into these pipes.

We crank the heat,
vent the steam,

and all that's left
in the catch basin

is potassium iodide residue.

That works. My
girl is brilliant!

Except how do we protect
the swimmers?

We drain the pool,
we create a suction

that could pin somebody
to the drain. They drown.

Then we clear the pool.

Even if we could come up
with a lie

to tell the swimmers, none of us
speak fluent Russian.

Not if we can get everyone to
leave the pool voluntarily.

This is masked industrial dye.

It's used to expose urine
in the pool.

But if I take a
large chunk of it

and break it up
while no one's looking,

a dark blue cloud's
gonna form all around me

and they're all gonna think
I dropped some lemonade

off at the party,
if you catch my drift.

Your plan is to pee people
out of the pool?

Grab a swimsuit
from the laundry

and while I'm
getting changed,

I'm gonna search for how to say,

"Sorry, I had an accident,"
in Russian.

Sometimes I can't believe
I said, "I do."

Okay. I think that's
the last of it.

Yeah, okay, let's get it into
the bucket 'cause this music

is giving me a headache.

Uh-oh.
Let's go.

Okay, this will heat the water
to about 215 degrees,

more than enough
to turn it into steam.

Okay, all the valves
are prepped for release

for when the pool is empty.

Okay. I'm ready.

You might not need to pretend
to pee to get people to leave.

Come on, that's uncool, man.

This is all I could find.

Is it that bad?

Only bad thing
is how turned on I am.

Can't act on it.

Wish me luck.

Okay, I just broke
the second "N" of PANNS.

No lying.

Okay. Coast is clear.

Open the valve.

Pool's draining.

Toby, you forgot the dye pack.

How'd you make
the water turn blue?

I improvised.

Yeah. I think we're
just about done, comrade.

Who are you?

We're the guys that
just made you immobile.

See, when you mix the wax

with the plant proteins
in the seaweed, it makes this...

super-hard candy shell
and you, my friend,

are the sweet inner nougat.

I will have you killed!

I doubt that.

But I might get an
itchy trigger finger.

Now...

you're gonna tell
your copter pilot

that you're not gonna leave

for another hour.

Do that, I stuff a sock
in your mouth,

we leave and no one gets hurt.

And by no one,

I mean you.

Okay, we are over 20,000 gallons
of water.

We should be good.

Opening the basin.

Jackpot.

Cabe, we need you to go

to the loading dock
to get a handcart

so we can move all this.

Copy that.
We're on our way.

That's more than
enough potassium iodide.

- Man, it's hot as hell in here.
- Oh, you think?

Okay, you guys take
care of that stuff.

I am gonna go hijack
the helicopter.

Hey, that-that pilot is armed,
so I know you can outsmart him,

but you can't outsmart a bullet,
so please be careful.

Copy that.

Now that you are all dressed,
I am kind of missing the speedo.

I still got it.

You and Happy,
I'm glad for you.

Oh, thanks, pal.

You know, Happy told me
about how you're feeling

with the, uh, obit
leaving Megan out and all.

That was a methane-induced
confession.

She shouldn't
have told you that.

Oh, well, when
you're married,

telling one spouse
is telling both.

Yeah, that's the thing.

You and Happy are married.

And Cabe

found Allie.

Now Walter and Paige
are together.

It's just...

what do you do when you lose
your one true love?

Sly, you have an opportunity
that almost no one ever gets.

You read your obituary
and now you can change it.

Who is to say that true love
only comes around once?

Maybe true love
is like a boomerang.

Boomerangs do
only come around once.

Point is, nothing
in the universe

says that you can't
find love again.

And-and then one day, your
obituary is gonna read,

"Sylvester Dodd
was a man so great

that two wonderful women
fell for him."

That's only gonna happen
if the world doesn't end,

so can we pick up
the pace, please?

Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.

Hey, walk a little
closer to me.

Block the bucket in
case anybody passes.

Oh, no.

Here, sit in the chair.

Sit in the chair.

Ow.

Ow. Ow!

What, are you trying to pierce
my skin with your thumbs?

No, it's deep-tissue
manipulation.

It breaks up the fascia tissue.

Oh.

Ow.

Tú también.

What the heck were you doing?

I was... pleasuring you.

Wh-What husband doesn't know
his wife has a bad shoulder?

- Now they're gonna be suspicious.
- Well, I mean, they left.

How suspicious could they be?

Run, run.

Happy, what's your status?

Married.

You were there, remember?

Come on, what's going on?
Okay.

I've got the pilot in my sight.

I'm just gonna lead him
to the back of the copter

and knock him out
with a concussive blast

from the exhaust,

all for the low, low price
of 17 cents.

Crap.
Everything is in Cyrillic.

You didn't anticipate that

when you were getting
into a Russian helicopter?

Uh, I thought things would be
in their standard spots,

but this is some
kind of high-tech,

experimental machinery.

Okay, here goes.

Double crap.

Abraham Lincoln?

Okay, this should be
the exhaust port.

Second time's the charm.

What the hell was that?

What the hell was that?

Happy? What the hell was that?

I accidentally made Russia
declare war on Norway. My bad.

Good news? I'm getting really
good at hog-tying people.

The bad news is:

the pilot's walkie is blowing up
with Russkie chatter.

Sounds like I rattled 'em
pretty good.

I believe we need to get
out of this spa

as soon as humanly possible.

Uh, Walter.

Our barrel of potassium iodide
is nearly full.

- Where is the silver nitrate?
- The silver nitrate's

on its way, but we
need to dissolve it

in water to
seed the clouds.

Well, then it needs to be peanut
buttered with our chocolate.

- And that'll take a second, too.
- Yeah, well, I'm not sure

we're gonna have
all the seconds we need.

We've got guards chasing us

and I think they just came
onto our floor.

Here, here, here, here.

Okay, just get your butts
and cloud cocktail

to this platform
and I will get us out of here.

Um...

You have no idea how to
fly that thing, do you?

I'm-I'm just a little gun-shy.

Literally.

Boots, Toby, many boots running.

Cabe? Guards are coming.

Get out of there!

Collins and I
will get the iodide salt

and bring it to the helipad
via the service elevator.

You heard the man.
Let's vamoose.

Use your legs.
One, two, three, lift.

Use your legs, genius.

Almost on. Push.

Hey, hey, hey.
Keep it down!

Oh, my ankle.
Oh, man, my ankle.

How bad?

I don't know.

It hurts like hell.

All right, well, come on.
Try to stand on it.

Yeah.

Nope. Nope.

It's like a knife in my tendon.

All right.

Let's go. Get on.

You're riding on the cart
from here on out.

Okay. Oh, nothing
suspicious about this.

Honey?

Gonna need to be airborne
real soon.

I'm getting the
hang of it.

Not an expert here, but that
rotor needs to be moving faster.

Uh, this either guns the
engine or dumps the fuel.

Well, what the hell?

Eureka!

Guys, we're cooking
up here. ETA?

- Nothing at the moment.
- Cabe?

So, almost at
the service elevator.

There's a guard at the elevator.

All right,
the elevator's not an option.

We can't take the stairs
'cause the barrel's too heavy

and Collins can barely walk.

Yeah, and we're stuck
in a linen closet.

We need a plan fast.

You got something?

Was it really that bad
of a massage?

That's what you're thinking
about right now?

No, it's just
we're together, so...

things are meant
to be effortless,

but I couldn't even
convince the manager

that we were an actual couple.
That's a problem.

Right?

Does that feel
real enough to you?

Yes.
Good.

Russian hotel managers
and Mark Collins

do not determine if we are
a real couple or not.

We do. So get your head
back in the game

and figure out a solution.

Okay.

Uh, guys?

We're taking fire here!
We're under fire!

Okay, we are still okay;

this thing is known
to be bulletproof.

More like bullet-resistant.

Happy, get out of there.

Okay. Here goes nothing!

We're getting there.

Is another part

of this helicopter's
secret powers

that it only flies sideways?

I am figuring it out.

See? Easy.

Now, Cabe,
as soon as our guard is gone,

we will meet you and Collins
at the valet,

we'll steal a ride,
and we'll meet up with you.

No, we're closer to
the Arctic van we stashed

behind the Dumpsters.

We'll grab that.

What's the plan, Walt?
Since we didn't have time

to mix the aqueous solution
with the chopper,

we are gonna let the chopper
mix the solution for us.

Lost.
First, we are gonna

launch the silver nitrate
into the cloud.

How?
It's an assault copter,

I assume that it has
surface-to-air missiles?

Oh.

Yeah, roger that.

Now, Happy,
you're gonna fly the helicopter

in large circles
to create a vortex

that will dissolve
the silver nitrate

into the cloud's
water vapor.

Then all it needs
is the potassium iodide.

Which we will introduce
via grenade launcher,

which you, Cabe,
will have positioned downwind.

Once airborne,
it'll all mix in the sky,

forming silver iodide crystals.

The water will then freeze

around the crystals
and it'll snow,

plugging the methane leaks.

Sounds good. Then all we need
to do is get to the valet.

It's too risky to leave.
I haven't seen a shadow

from his feet
in a while.

We have no choice
but to take a chance.

I prefer certainty
over risk.

I prefer not to
die in a closet.

Look, I get it.

We are different people,
but we need to

get the hell out of here and
nothing is ever 100% certain.

It's 100% certain
we're screwed.

Come with me.

Okay, but we need

to bring
this with us.

It explains why we're here.

You'll want to see
what's in it.

That's not gonna
be possible.

What'd you do to him?

Kicked him in the gooty. Run.

Uh, snookums?

I'm, uh, trying to shave
the fuses on the explosives

so they detonate
exactly where we want.

So steady, please,

or you're gonna
be a widow

before the end
of the honeymoon.

I am doing my best,
which you might understand

if you were being
a little bit more SCABOBI.

Excuse me?
Of the two of us,

I am unquestionably
more SCABOBI.

Based on present wind speed

and dispersal rates
of the helicopter blades,

Cabe, Walter, you need to
launch these chemicals

from points exactly two miles
apart from each other.

We'll drop the launchers
and the ammo.

Sending you the coordinates now.

Air pocket.
Totally routine.

Got the coordinates.

And we'll get to our coordinates

as soon as we get a ride.

Now, now.

All right? Yeah.
Yeah.

So no one can follow us.

Your coats.

It's freezing
on the tundra.

Be careful.
Good luck!

You, too.
Hey.

I just wanted to say,
if this high-odds plan

does work,
maybe you guys can, too.

Careful.

All right.

First launcher
ready to drop.

We're over
Walt's coordinates now.

We're on our way.

Cabe, once you get
to your rocket launcher,

unscrew the detonator caps,
empty the gunpowder,

and replace it
with the potassium iodide.

The gunpowder residue is enough
to explode the rocket,

which will disperse the salt
and silver into the clouds.

Our drop spot.
Ooh.

Okay, guys, I'm guessing

we're minutes
from the point of no return.

We found our rockets.

We're over
Cabe's coordinates now.

50 yards from the launch spot.

But there's a fissure
in the ice.

We can't drive over it.

We're gonna have to run for it.
All right, come on.

Okay, I got it, I got it.

Come on,
let's go.

Let's go. Come on!

Come on, Collins!

Hey, wait, hold up!

God!

Wait!

Hey, Cabe!
Collins!

Come back!

Collins, you
got to keep up.

We're talking the
end of the Earth.

I'm well aware of that,
but I-I can't with my ankle.

Come on, we got to get
to the drop spot

and launch the rockets.

Okay. Just-just go.

The shocks are torture,
but the amperage won't kill me.

You heard the man, Cabe.

I can't just leave the guy
writhing in agony.

Then take off
his stun cuff.

He's not gonna
run anywhere.

If I uncuff him
without a direct order,

I violate a half a dozen
federal statutes.

Cabe, what we're doing
is more important.

We don't have time for this.

All right.

If you screw me...

I won't.

I am into circular
flight pattern.

I'm gonna start
churning the air.

Our first rocket's ready.

Now or never, guys!

First rocket's away.

The silver nitrate
is registering

on the meteorological gauge.

It's dissolving
into water vapor!

We need to add
the potassium iodide!

Cabe, let her rip.

Seconds away.

Collins!

Sorry, Gallo.

That two percent
makes all the difference.

What's going on?

Collins was faking it.

He's running to the truck.

Just let him run.
You have the key to the truck,

I have the spare.

Son of a...

Here, let's move
that wet jacket.

He took the key
when we were changing clothes.

Bastard.

Be well, Team Scorpion!

Cabe, there's nothing
you can do about Collins.

You need to fire the missiles.

Soon as you're done
seeding, Happy,

we're using that attack copter
to track him down.

Copy that.

All right, it could be soon.

Just fired the last rocket.

Me, too.

I'm seeing a lot of evidence
of cloud seeding.

This last pass should do it.

Guys, snow.

It's a lot of snow.

It's
a lot of snow.

It's working!

Total whiteout
on the ice fields.

Snow will fill the fissures,

freeze up and then stop
all the leaks.

Then Homeland gets
a new drill up here,

they pump in
methane-eating bacteria,

and we head out of Dodge.

Easy-peasy.

Doc, when you said
"total whiteout,"

does that mean you can't see
the road from the sky?

Yeah, visibility's
basically nil.

Meaning no way of
tracking Collins.

He is a crafty sociopath.

Prisoner engaged in acts
throughout the day

aimed at his planned escape.

I'm certain now that
he dropped me in the drink

on purpose so he could
get my clothes off.

Uh, uh, to get my keys.

He took an opportunity
to play mind games on everyone.

It culminated in
the feigned injury.

As a result, to avoid the
shock torture of the prisoner,

I disabled his cuff.

I-I was the one
who suggested it.

I unlocked it.

I set him loose.

Was this whole thing a ruse?

The extinction event?

No, that was very real,
and has been averted.

The likely scenario is, is
that Collins has been waiting

for something big to come
along to get us involved.

Knowing security would be loose.

Not loose, Cabe had that yutz
on his hip all day.

And the six billion ruble
Russian attack helicopter?

Ditched it in Norway.

W-We did leave a note
on the windshield,

said, uh, "Thank you for the
loaner, your friend, America."

So all's well that ends well.

Thank you for the debriefing,
Agent Gallo.

I screwed up.

H-Hey, hey.

Do not second-guess prioritizing
the fate of the world

over a scheming lunatic.

It's the military man in me.

When your superior officer
gives you that icy stare,

you know the conversation
ain't finished.

I told
you to do it,

I will take the heat.

Interpol has Collins'

photo and prints.

He's got no money or ID.

We'll get him back,
I-I'm confident of that.

Didn't you say
you have a date

with Allie?

You're right.

I'm gonna pick up some takeout
from Kovelsky's,

curl up with my girl,

try to forget about today
for a while.

Personally, Collins
on the loose has me terrified.

He lied to me flawlessly
and he had us questioning PANNS

from P all the way to SCABOBI.

Yeah, maybe that's not
such a bad thing.

I know I was a co-drafter
of the PANNS document,

but I don't think
we need a marital creed.

We just survived
the stressors

of a catastrophic world event

while working with
a psycho who tried to kill you.

And we're still together.

I'd say our marriage
is pretty resilient.

I'd say you're pretty fantastic.

That being said,
Collins gives me

the willies,
so for a romantic night in,

how about we install
security cameras and an alarm?

Be still, my heart.

Let's do it.

Two seconds.

Hey. Made you something.

Hey.

A ring?

It's a Lucite mold,

with strips of your original
wedding Band-Aid layered inside.

You didn't slip off the rope
when Paige was pulling you up.

You intentionally went

back into the crevasse,
facing great peril.

I know how much it meant to you.
Now it's permanent.

No need to replace
it every day.

One less thing to worry about
as you plot your new path

and rewrite that
future obituary of yours?

Oh. Toby told you
about our talk.

I guess you guys tell each other
everything now.

Kind of, yeah.

Well, I already know
what my new obituary will say.

"Sylvester Dodd.

He had the very best friends."

Thank you, Happy.

I picked up
those blintzes you like.

Listen, are you sure
you want to stay in?

Because I'm willing to go out.

All right, well,
if I fall asleep

on the couch or something...

just throw a shoe at me.

Director Carson.

Agent Gallo, you're under arrest
for instigating an escape.

You got to be kidding me.

- Gun and badge.
- The option was the end

of humanity.
You would've preferred that?

Gun and badge.

I want a lawyer.

Gonna need one.

Hey.

Walt, will you
get me my drink?

I left it in there
the other day.

Mm-hmm.

Is that, um...

Uh, fruit punch.

I had the juice place
make it for me.

Mm. Still perfect.

Fermented fish.

It's the best.

What are you thinking about?

Uh, stuff Collins said.

Me, too.

Yeah, he said some
incendiary things,

but that, in retrospect,
given his true motive-- escape--

I don't think he said anything
that was an honest observation.

Yeah, yeah, he was just trying
to get in our heads.

Yeah, it was to distract us.

And if Collins thinks
he can divide us

with his lies,

then he is not the genius
we think he is.

Yeah, he's a pretty
stupid genius.

Give me a swig of that, and...

Swigging and...

Mm.

I love fruit punch.

You know what? I'm starving.

Mm, I love... fermented...

Uh...

- Yeah.
- Uh-- no, I can't.

Good? No?

I appreciate the effort.

Walter, kiss me.

- Fish breath?
- Yeah, me, too.

- I don't care.
-Me neither. Mm.

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