All language subtitles for Scorpion.S03E12.720p

Previously on Scorpion...

Cabe, you need a place to crash
for a couple weeks, right?

As of now, Happy's apartment
has a vacancy.

He's been alone for 20 years.
He's desperate for company.

Last night, we played
cribbage until midnight.

This is my campaign manager,
Allie Jones.

My name is Gabe, Cabe.
Cabe, Cabe Gallo.

Why don't you ask her out?

She's at least ten years
younger than me.

Everyone's at least ten years
younger than you.

As gross as it sounds,
she's warm for your form.

Walter, cut the crap.
You're still in love with Paige.

I never liked you

because you never
made me feel welcome.

You will never be
a real member of Scorpion.

Um...

Take the job
your friend offered.

No, it's-it's
in the Middle East.

This is not necessary.

Walter,
you didn't drive me away.

I made this choice on my own.

Man, it is hotter than
a jalapeno's armpit out there...

Come on, Toby,
sweep that broom!

No way! It's going too straight!
I call shmockery!

Nope. No sham. No mockery.
Just bristles coated

in an ice-melting bacteria

I cultivated myself.

Violation.

You ever see the movie Gus
about the field goal-kicking mule?

If the rules books don't
explicitly forbid it,

anything is legal.

Now, look at this.

Hoo!

Winner, winner,
fermented fish dinner.

Mm-mm.

Shouldn't you guys
be prepping

for today's job?

Already have. The Interstate
Waterway will be tested

and cleared for use by sundown.

Turbine will have
enough thrust to push

the waters through the pipeline
from Spokane to San Diego.

All this talk of pipes made
us realize that by running

chilled calcium chloride
through copper tubing

underneath a small pool
of water,

we could create a curling pond.

You guys are distracted
too easily.

Hazard of busy minds. Batter up.

W-Wait.
Huh? What is that?

Little device I whipped up.

Dial in a few bits of data,

and...
(beeping)

(mechanical whirring)

No brooming necessary.

What are you so smug about?
Machine did all the work.

Yup. And I built the machine.

Phooey. Dingo's.

What happened to Winchell's?

Tim lived next to Winchell's.

Now Tim's on his way
to the Middle East,

so we're back
to Dingo's.

How do you screw up a donut?

You know, Tim's departure
doesn't only affect snacks.

I ran some numbers, and he was
integral to 29% of our cases.

No small loss.

Not really.

Well, I'm not
saying that

for any personal reason.
It's just a fact.

Everyone on Scorpion
is replaceable.

There are other
top mathematicians,

behaviorists, engineers.

We could find a younger
and stronger federal agent.

A-And, truth be told,

there are three people
with higher IQs than mine--

four, including Ralph.

So, my point is that we are all

substitutable parts
of a machine.

(door opens)

Great pep talk, Coach.
(door closes)

Hey. Sorry I'm late.
Tim's flight was delayed,

so I spent a little time
with him at the airport.

No problem, kiddo.

You okay?

Me? Sure. Of course.

She's not okay.

(grunts)

All right.
What do you got, Cabe?

All right...

Uh, so Tim got off all right?

Other than the flight
delay, of course?

Yup.

Well, there are numerous factors
that affect the accuracy

of airline departures...

I'm sure there are,
but we should really get

the team going. It's a...

long way to the desert.

Of course. Work.
Yeah. Well, I'm glad to hear

everything's back to normal.

Back to normal?
Uh...

How exactly do you feel
everything's "back to normal"?

Well, Scorpion is back
to the original roster,

and we have a-a case to handle,
and Tim leaving,

as he told me, was his decision.
So, I calculated

that you wouldn't
be angry at me...

My calculations were off,
weren't they?

Just a bit.

But Tim told me he wanted to go.

Tim said what he had to say

because of an uncomfortable
situation you created.

You effectively
forced him out.

So, with respect to things
between you and me,

things are definitely
not back to normal.

(footsteps moving away)

Just got a call
from my contractor.

My house is officially
mold-free.

So you get your couch back,

and I'm finally
out of your hair.

Oh.

Okay.

We're still, uh, in the middle
of that game of Stratego.

Yeah, I know. I figure
I can come by one night,

we can finish it up.

Sure.

Great.

Um...

I, uh...

This belonged to my mother.

She wore it on her wedding day.

And there's that
tradition: something old,

new, borrowed, blue.

Thought,
when you married the doc,

that if you wanted,
you could wear it.

It's okay if you don't want to.

I love it.

Thank you.

Just a little something
for lettin' me shack up with ya.

Speaking of shacking up,

isn't that the cutie
that's hot for your booty?

Oh, man, I'm starting
to sound like Toby.

How do I look?

How you doing?

Good. Thanks.

I-I'm so sorry
to bother you at work...

Ah, it's-it's no bother.

I just wanted
to drop off the guidelines

for the upcoming debate
between Mr. Patel and Sylvester.

You can review them.

Oh, that's not necessary.

If you say they're fair,
they're fair.

Oh, okay. Um...

I thought we'd have it
at the Elk's lodge?

Oh, that one near
the new Italian place?

Yeah, yeah! That's the one.

In fact, I've been wanting
to check it out.

I hear they have
a fantastic vegetable lasagna.

Oh, I love Italian food.

With a last name like Gallo,
how could I not?

(both chuckle)

Yeah...

Oh, okay. Um...

Well, I'll see you soon.

Have a good time today.

"Have a good time today."

Good time at what? What
the hell does that mean?

I don't know. I-I got nervous.

She was begging you to take her
to that Italian joint.

No. Pretty sure that was...

just a conversation
between two adults.

All right, adults, let's hit it.

Cabe, she wanted you to ask
her out. You suck at girls.

(door opens)

Look at all that hardware.

Sweet.

Cold Northwestern water
traveling

1,400 miles underground
to drought-ravaged Southland.

Government finally
got one right.

Speaking of "cold travels,"

Paige didn't say a word
the entire drive out here.

She's pissed.

Yes. I'm aware.

Can I please plug my fan
into one of your dashboards?

I got an extension cord
so I can share the breeze.

A fan? No way.
Victorian ladies fan themselves.

It's 110 degrees out here.

When your sweat evaporates,
it cools the skin

by naturally taking the heat
with it.

Yeah. Along with your manhood.

Okay. So, we need to run
a full diagnostic

before the contractors come back
on Monday, so, Happy,

run a line from the water truck
to the pipe intake.

We need to prime
the pump and run the turbine.

I'll calculate
the energy output.

I'll record
solar panel function.

And as the federal agent
assigned

to oversee this federal job,

I will observe from this chair,

with my eyes closed,

while I enjoy iced coffee
in the sunshine.

Paige? Do you want
to help record

my observations of the turbine
when in operation?

Sure.

Middle of the desert,

and I still felt
that cold front.

Oh, you're not helping at all.

(whirring)
Water pressure fluctuation's

at less than
five percent variable.

Copy that.

Coil resistance is stable.

Check.
Energy output

is a-above normal.

Hmm.

Well, that's because
the temperature's running hot.

Actually, very hot.

Uh, Happy? Come check this out.

Copy that.

Hey, there's a bigger draw on
that solar panel than expected.

It's 'cause the
turbine's running hot.

What's up?

Turbine's hot.

So are you, by the way.

Love that rubber boot,
mechanic outfit combo.

Let me guess.

Save it for the honeymoon.
If you could.

Uh, there's your problem
right there.

The rotor's coated in copper.

Government specs
don't mention that.

Copper in this heat

gets a lot hotter than an alloy.

It's warping the pins.

It's getting louder, too.

Okay, I'm gonna shut it down

so Happy can check each piece,
just to be safe.

Hey!

How am I supposed to get
any sleep out there

with all this high-pitch noise?

(explosion, clanging)

Oh, that sucker exploded.

Looks like a shard
of copper snapped off

in the velocity and friction.

We'll have to find it
if we're gonna fix it.

Where is it?
Um...

Guys?
(grunts)

- Cabe?
- Cabe?

- Cabe! You okay?
- Cabe? Oh, my God.

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No! That's too long!
He's bleeding from his stomach.

Tell 'em a small
piece of shrapnel

sliced his abdominal aorta

and he's bleeding out!
Did you hear that?

Get here now!

Set him down gently, gently.

Nice and easy, nice and easy.

Cabe, listen to me.
Can you understand me?

I feel dizzy.

Cabe, I'm gonna have to slow
your blood loss, so I got to do something

that's a little personal
and a lot of gross.

I'm gonna stick
my fingers inside your wound

to find the bleed,

and then remove the shrapnel.

Oh, boy.
(cries out)

Oh!

(Cabe yells)

You're hurting him!
You're hurting him!

If I don't find the bleed,
he's gonna die in seconds.

God!
(Cabe continues yelling)

Okay...

and here is the culprit.

Oh, okay.

I got to find the cut.

Got to be in there somewhere.

Oh, I got it!
Oh, man!

That's cut clean through.

Um... Happy,

give me that binder clip
that's on the government specs.

Oh, man, this should work.

That's not sterile.

Sly, I'm wearing Cabe
on my hand like a puppet.

Sterile was gone
a long time ago.

(groaning)

I've almost got the clamp on,

but that aorta is pumping strong

and it's hard to control.

And I have...

got it on.

Oh!

Bleeding stopped?
He's okay?

He's stabilized, but that clip
isn't gonna hold long.

When's the help get here?

Lancaster scrambled a chopper,

but it's 250 miles away
and they said it only goes

150 miles per hour.

90 minutes to get up here, 90
minutes to get back down there.

That's three hours before Cabe
even sees an operating room!

His artery's still oozing.
He doesn't have three hours.

Walter...

Yes?

Help me.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, so

let's break this down logically.

The blood is being forced
out of the binder clip because

the heart is pumping out blood
from the cut artery,

so we need, we need...

we need to stop
the heart from beating.

They taught us at Harvard

that stopping the heart is
actually bad for the patient.

Something about
the brain needing oxygen.

What if the brain doesn't need
any oxygen?

What if we bring

his body temperature down so low

that it slows
his metabolism down

so he's not using any oxygen?

Suspended animation?

That's a long shot.
Well, take it from a gambler,

sometimes a long shot's all you
have to bet on.

We're in the middle
of the desert.

How do we get
the body temperature low

when it's a million degrees out?

Guys, he's shaking.

He's in shock. Guys, we have to
figure this out like yesterday!

Sly's stupid fan!

What about it?
Evaporation!

I can use the water tanker's
intake manifold

to create a super-cooling
evaporation vacuum.

What the hell does
that even mean?

It means we're gonna make him
an ice bath.

It would have to go down
to 58 degrees.

Can you get it that low?
It'll be tight,

but I think I can pull it off.

Okay, so Happy freezes Cabe,

which will stop his heart.

The next step is
repairing his aorta.

I'm a shrink; last time
I did vascular surgery

was in med school.
That was on a cadaver.

There's no way to keep
Cabe's temperature down

on the helicopter.

He'll have to be warmed up
within the next 90 minutes.

And we can't warm him up if his
aorta's still torn.

He'll just bleed out again.

Walt's right, it has to be
repaired while

he's still frozen.

Doc...

you can do it.

You're damn right, I can.

You were in my corner when
you taught me how to box.

I'm gonna be in your corner now.

Okay, first thing I'm gonna need
is super glue

to hold the artery together.

Gasoline and Styrofoam
will get you

a really strong adhesive.

Do you have Styrofoam?

No, but the polymer in Styrofoam

is in polystyrene
and I have that

in the packing foam
of my hand drill.

Next thing I'm gonna need
is an elemental

reducing agent, something
like hydrogen sulfur gas.

For what?

Well, we can't just reheat Cabe
like a frozen dinner.

Shock like that'll damage his
heart so badly, it'll kill him.

The hydrogen sulfur
will protect his major organs

when awakening
from a traumatic state.

This is a geologically active
area; 20 miles away,

there are sulfur hot springs
that I saw

when I was mapping out
the route.

That'll give us what we need.

Cabe, we're gonna pull this off.

But you need to
stay strong, okay?

Okay.

The last thing I'm gonna need

is a blood thinner.

When Cabe's heart stops,
his blood is gonna clot.

When we rev him back up,

if one of those clots hits
his heart, it'll kill him.

Sly, you're gonna hate
what I'm about to tell you,

but you have to head back

to that outcropping of rocks
we passed half a mile back

and catch a rattlesnake.

Venom is a natural
anticoagulant.

For Cabe, I will catch
one with my bare hands.

I got to borrow your
pliers to pick up the snake.

On my truck.

Okay, we all know
what we need to do.

Let's get it done.

Hey, don't cut it too short,

I need about ten feet of hose.

Got it.

I'll fill it!

All right, I got my end,
lay it down.

Almost done, how much longer?

Almost full.

(both grunting)
Look out!

Lay him in carefully.

One wrong jostle

and that clip
pops off his aorta.

(Cabe grunts and pants)

All right, Cabe, we got you set.

Any minute now,
Happy's gonna do her thing.

Just need to stay calm, keep
your heart rate down, buddy.

Okay, I'm ready.

Put the nail can on his wound

while I freeze the water.

How does this even work?

Truck's intake will pull in air

through this hose.

That'll pull the air
from the upside down bucket

creating a vacuum

that will pull vapor
from the water beneath it,

creating high-speed,
powerful evaporation.

Which Sly said
is the cooling process.

Exactly.

An engine as strong
as the truck's

will super-cool the water
pretty fast.

Dramatically fast.

That's how we'll freeze him.

(breathing weakly)

Cabe, this is where
the rubber meets the road.

When we start this process,

your body temperature

is gonna drop
to unnatural levels.

Your heart'll stop.

Odds?

Five percent... tops.

I trust you kids.

Do it.

I'll place the can when
the water starts to freeze.

I got to get the thermometer.

Hey, roomie?

We still got to finish
Stratego, right?

Cabe, I'm gonna do everything
in my ability to bring you back.

If not...

it's not your fault.

Cabe, you cannot leave me alone

with these guys, okay?

It's been a pleasure
working with you.

(thermometer beeping)
All right, start it up.

(beeps twice)

Okay.

(engine starts)

Oh, it's working, it's getting
colder by the second.

His temp's dropping.
God, his lips are turning blue.

That's good.
That's what we want.

Guys, making a Cabe-sicle
is pointless

if we can't safely reheat him.
You have to go get

that hydrogen sulfide gas.

Okay, all we need to get

is the wet vac,
wire, an oil funnel

and that battery
from Happy's truck. (beeps)

Sly, we're all doing our part
over here!

How's the snake hunt going?

I found one.

I think he knows I'm after him.

(hissing)
He's kind of under the ledge of a bridge.

You can lure it out.

You've got an IQ over 180.

You can outsmart a snake.

Toby, how much colder

does the water need to get?

I'm not sure how much the
engine can handle in this heat.

He's at 90.

We got to drop another 32.
Keep it going.

Okay, copy that.

I'm prepping
40cc's of ice water

that's about 48 to 50 degrees.

I'm gonna shoot it
right into your heart.

Last few beats of
your pumper will spread it

through your arteries,
but once I do it,

you're gonna lose consciousness.

All right, buddy,

here we go.

(both grunt)

We won't let you down, Cabe.

(engine rumbles and hisses)

Not good.

What the hell?!
Happy!

Get the engine up and running!
We need him cold!

Not warming up!

What do you think
I'm about to do?

Happy, what happened
to the engine?

Blew the hose.

I'm working on it.

Is Cabe frozen yet?

No, and without
this engine running,

he won't get there,
he'll just bleed out!

I said I'm working on it!

I'm swapping in a hose

from the backhoe.

- Oh, damn it!
- What?

It's cracked from the sun.

I can't start the engine again.

What do you mean you can't get
it running again, Happy?

You can fix anything!

Not without a hose, I can't!

Aah!
Damn it.

I have an idea.

I'm gonna make a hose.

You need to refill the radiator!

Get me a bucket of water!
Roger that.

Happy, what's your plan?

Working on it.

Rubber boot plus zip ties
equals rubber hose.

Nice.
Nice.

Oh, ah, damn it.

Why did science have to make
water so heavy?

How's that hose coming?

It's strong but I'm not sure
if it's strong enough!

These boots

were made for walking,
not pumping.

Wow, a joke from Happy
in a tense situation.

You must be really scared.

You're not?

I'm scared to death.
Cabe's death.

I'm done.

Me, too!

Happy's gonna
give this a shot.

What if it doesn't work?

Cabe dies.

Not gonna happen.

Come on.
(engine stalling)

Come on.
(engine catches)

That's my girl.

And we're back!

Happy's evaporation
vacuum machine

is sucking as much air
as it sucked before,

but in this case, sucking
is a really good thing.

Sly, all this is for naught
if you can't get that venom.

I have a plan. I'm going
to use sensory jujitsu

to lure this reptile
out of his nook,

and then nab it.

I'm gonna use real
jujitsu on you

if you don't get that rattler!

I will.
Let me explain.

Rattlesnakes don't
hunt using vision.

They feel vibrations
and sense heat.

So I am putting
my cell phone on vibrate,

and running multiple apps
to heat it up,

and putting it
in my sock.

Remind me to never
borrow your phone.

Then I am pulling
a string from the sock

so I can dangle this (phone buzzing)
fake kangaroo rat

in front of the snake.

I am ringing the dinner bell

and counting on
150 million years

of limited evolution
to take over.

Here, snakey-snakey.

(phone buzzing)

Boss, even with that venom,

if we don't get
the hydrogen sulfide

to protect Cabe's organs upon
re-entry to the real world,

we're still screwed.

Okay, we're almost
at the hot springs.

Three more miles.

That's good,
'cause we're ahead of schedule.

Cabe's body temperature's
falling fast.

We'll be ready.
Keep us posted.

It's chilly in here, huh?

Hmm.

Strange, given how hot
it is outside.

Guess the A/C really cranks.

If only Cabe's
makeshift pool

had such an effective
refrigerant.

All right, so I know
you're upset about Tim...

Walter, the only thing
I'm thinking about right now

is Cabe and how serious
this is.

Understood.
I mean,

someone has to think about it.

I'm sorry, did you mean
something by that?

We all had a chance
to say good-bye to Cabe

in case we never see him again.

A moment to tell him

what he means to us.

You told him it's been
a pleasure working with him.

Any idea how messed up that is?

We were pressed for time.
Please, Walter!

I've been working
so hard with you

for 2½ years now.

I thought you'd been
making progress,

but for every step forward
you take a hundred steps back.

Well, it has been
a pleasure working with him.

And that's the last thing
you wanted to say to him?

Toby has a shot
at saving a man

who is bleeding to death
in the middle of the desert,

but I don't know if there's
a cure for what you have.

For all I know,
you're suffering

an immense inner turmoil
over Cabe potentially dying,

or you truly feel nothing.

I-I want to help you, Walter,

but I don't know
if you can be helped.

And that... makes me so...

sad.

Uh, there's a turn
right past those rocks.

The hot springs is
just around the bend.

(engine idling)

Doc, time check.

This thing is gonna
overheat any second.

Just a few more seconds,

'cause this tub's
gonna do the opposite.

(ice cracking)

It's freezing!

Sweet. I'm gonna siphon some
gasoline for the super glue.

58 degrees!
We have a Cabe-sicle!

I was gonna say Ice-Ice Cabe-y,

but "Cabe-sicle"
just came to me.

And you kiss me
with that mouth?!

Not if you don't shut up!

Is it working?

Looks nice and gluey.

All right,
it should hold.

All right, let's
do a dry run

on this wet,
fake aorta.

I'll push the edges together,
you spread a nice,

thin layer
over the cut line.

I'm familiar with
how glue works.

It should dry fast.
Whoa.

Check that out,
it's holding.

That'll survive
any chopper flight.

Okay, so much
for the test run.

You ready for
the main event?

Don't mind me.

I'm just a fat kangaroo rat
who's lost in the desert.

(phone buzzing)

Sure hope a big ol' snake

doesn't come up
and eat me for lunch.

Seriously?

I'm full of iron
and proteins. Num-num.

(buzzing)
Num-num.

This is ridiculous.

You should be jumping
at the chance

to gobble up this little fella.

The only reason
you wouldn't feed

would be because
you're pregnant.

But in that case,
there should be

a daddy snake
down here with you.

(rattling)

Oh...

it seems daddy snake
is up here with me.

This is a problem.

(rattling)

Got it.

Drop your comms
out for now.

We don't need the
others listening in

to what's about
to go down,

in case it doesn't work.

Hey, Cabe, we're
gonna patch you up,

warm you up, and you're
gonna wake up, deal?

He doesn't feel like talking.

Well, he does seem a little blue.
You kidding me?

I'm nervous.
I don't know if this'll work.

Uh, and...

Uh, there she is.

One binder clip coming up.

Ah.
That's so gross.

Okay, time to put those
sticky fingers to work.

What? Me?

I need both hands to
pinch the artery tight.

You apply the glue.

You know how I am
about blood.

I do. Now, how are you
about your friends dying?

All right.
There you go.

Now, slide 'em in
right over my fingers.

Slide 'em down
and find the artery.

There it is.

You got it.

It's just like putting
your hand inside of a pumpkin,

but instead of a pumpkin,
your hand's inside

Cabe's body cavity.
Oh, God.

Slide your fingers down
a half inch.

Okay, you're
right on the cut.

Spread the glue
all over.

Don't be stingy.

It feels like
cold spaghetti.

Good news,
you're done.

Remove your paw
from the federal agent.

Okay.

Whoa. I'd fist bump you,

but our hands are
covered in guts.

Hey.

Huh?

I'm really proud of you.

I just hope the others
are getting what we need.

Oh, boy, this is an issue.

Excuse me, sir,

we don't want to...

you know, um,
and we need to collect

some hydrogen sulfide
for a friend.

Yeah, sorry, folks,
private property, nudists only.

If we don't get what we need
and get back to our team soon,

then a man could die.

Look, I've heard
every story in the book

from perverts that wanna
get all sneaky-peaky

without undressing
themselves.

But you're not naked.

I just work here.

Drop trou, don't come in,
I don't care.

Uh...

What are you doing?
You want to save Cabe?

Nude up, genius-boy.

70 degrees.
The ice is melting.

This isn't good. We have
to start thinning his blood

before he warms up too much.

Why don't I just
start the truck

and re-freeze him, then?

But there's nothing on the
chopper to keep him frozen.

He has to be alive,
with his heart beating,

when that chopper
takes off.

So we have to start
warming him up,

but even a small blood clot's
gonna kill him.

Where the hell is Sly
with that snake?

(yelling)

Take it away
from me.

Ooh, ooh, take it
far away from me, please.

Take it away! Oh...
(rattling)

I gotta be honest,
I didn't think

you'd catch
one of these critters.

That thing is
untrustworthy.

He snuck up on me.

You're a rattlesnake.
Use your rattle!

All right, Doc, how are you
extracting the venom?

We're not. The snake's
gonna intract venom.

You're gonna
let him bite Cabe?

No, they're gonna kiss.
Yes, Sly!

He bites Cabe,
the venom goes in,

and Gallo doesn't die
from blood clots.

How about dying
from a snake bite?

No, big guys can handle
big doses.

Besides, a chopper
from a desert hospital

will have antivenin.
Why are you hesitating?

Because it's kinda
messed up

to force a snake
to bite your friend!

Would you let me
ease into this, please?

(exhales)

Okay.

Come on,
you diamondback bastard.

(hissing)

Come on, I'm serving him up
on a platter.

Oh! Perfect shot.

Uh, uh...

Your assistance is
greatly appreciated.

(rattling)

Walt, Cabe's got a shot
of vitamin rattlesnake.

Where are you with
the hydrogen sulfide gas?

Collecting it now.

Okay, lower your
electrode into the water.

I am going to pass
a small electrical current

from my electrode down
the wire to your electrode.

This will split the water
into oxygen and hydrogen,

which will combine
with the sulfur in the water

to make hydrogen
sulfide bubbles.

Just hurry.
That dude's trying

to get a peak
at my... bubbles.

Okay.

Starting the current.

(bubbling loudly)

You may notice a mild
tingling sensation.

That's just the weak
electrical current

stimulating nerve endings.

Great. Didn't think this
could get more awkward.

(vacuum sucking loudly)

Oh, it... stinks
like rotten eggs.

Oh, yeah, that's
the hydrogen sulfide.

It means the electrolysis
is working.

Oh...

You can really feel
the tingling, can't you?

Just stop talking.

Understood.

Mesquite will
strengthen the flame.

And give Cabe
a nice, smoky flavor.

It's warm.
He's almost thawed.

Couldn't let him get to
78 degrees without the venom,

and now we can't let him
get to 98

without those hot spring fumes.

Walt, Paige, ETA.

A minute away,

and I've got
a tank full of stinky gas.

I hope she's talking
about the Shop-Vac.

No, the hydrogen sulfide
collection

went off without a stitch.

Uh, I mean hitch.

It went off
without a hitch.

No problem whatsoever.

He's at 92.

Let's put out the flames

and let the steaming water
gently warm him

until he reaches 98.

Then, the normal autorhythmicity
of his heart will kick in.

It'll beat on its own,

and he'll be okay.

Not if Walt and Paige
don't get here.

(car engine rumbling)
Look.

Help me with the Shop-Vac!

Coming!

He's zooming past 94.

Get that hydrogen sulfide
over here!

Come on. Come on,
come on, come on, come on.

Okay.

All right.

I'll pinch his nose.

You create a seal
around his mouth.

Okay.

Happy, pass that gas.

Valve is wide open.

Oh, that's strong.

Oh, I can't believe Cabe
has to ingest this stuff.

Up to 96 degrees.

Perfectly on target.
Another degree or two,

and his heart should
start beating on its own.

Incredible, we fixed his aorta,

thinned his blood,
gassed up his lungs.

This is really gonna work,
isn't it?

I can't believe
we did it. We did it.

Uh, guys.

Guys, Toby, Cabe's temperature

is up to 99 degrees.

That can't be right.

At this temp, his heart
should've restarted by now.

No, the thermometer
says 99 degrees.

Cabe? Cabe?

We got to get him
out of here

before he gets too hot,
or his heart

will never restart.

Why isn't this working?

(all grunting)

Cabe, wake up.
You can do this.

You're gonna leave me
after we've become friends?

Still nothing!

I swear to God, if you die,

I will not wear that pin
just to piss you off.

Come on, Cabe.
You got to come back!

He's not responding.
Quick, get out of the way.

Get out of the way!

Come on, Cabe.
Come-Come on, Cabe.

Come on. Come on,
Cabe. Come on!

Come on, Cabe.
Come on.

Let's go. Let's go!

Come on, Cabe!

Come on, Cabe!

Manual CPR won't do it.

Our only chance of getting
Cabe's heart beating again

is the application
of an electrical current.

How? I don't exactly see a
portable defibrillator anywhere.

No, but we do have electricity.
Okay, quick.

Lean him against the metal rim
of the tub. Just do it.

(all grunting)

Careful, he'll drown!

No, he won't.
He's not inhaling.

He's dead.

Is she planning to do

what I think
she's planning to do?

She's gonna throw the toaster
in the bathtub with Cabe.

Okay, everyone back away
from the toolbox!

Please let this work.

(electricity crackles)

Cabe? Cabe!

Still nothing.

Please don't let this happen.

I got a lub and a dub!

- Ah!
- Lub dub! Lub dub!

(Walter and Sylvester laughing)

It fixed... it's tired,
but steady!

Cabe's heart's beating!

- Oh!
- Ah!

Welcome back, Cabe.

Oh, man...

heaven's full of nerds.

(chuckles)

(chuckles weakly)

(laughs)

(helicopter blades whirring)

Well...

looks like your ride's here.

Sir, sorry.

Liability rules dictate
only family can come aboard.

I am family;
he's my father.

Okay, get in.

(monitor beeping)

(sighs)

How am I doing, kid?

Surgery went well.

I'm, uh...
(clears throat)

...tracking
your cardiac function

with my own oxygen
demand formula

and ejection fraction composite,

so I foresee a full recovery.

So much for a relaxing day
in the desert sun, huh?

I should tell you that...

...the others,
they're concerned,

so I should, um, uh...

bring them in
if you're feeling up to it.

Sure.

Yeah, okay.

(groans lightly)

I'm sorry I-I...

I'm sorry I didn't use
appropriate words

before we stopped your heart.

As you know, I have...

(lightly chuckles)

...I have issues
expressing myself.

It's been more than "a pleasure"
working with you.

As I said in the garage,

we could find another
federal agent, but...

...but, uh,

we couldn't find another
Cabe Gallo.

Makes all the difference.

It's okay.

I know you care about me.

It's much more than that.

I love you, Cabe.

I love you.

I love you, too, son.

(door opens)

Oh, boy, look at this crew.

Thought we'd bring
our sunny day to you.

We brought you
some iced coffee.

I think I'll try to avoid ice
for a while.

Makes sense.

Hey, roomie, you might hear
that I yelled at you a lot

when you were dead.

I was just motivating you.

It's okay.

I assume you were all going
a little nuts out there.

Thank you.

I'm gonna go share my, uh,
medical data with the doctors.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Walter, are you okay?

Of course I am.

I can't decipher you.

Just when I'm sure you're
an android, you're not.

I know you get frustrated
when I take steps backward,

but I don't mean to do it;
I just do.

There are parts of my brain that
work so much worse than others.

I know.

You're still mad with me

about Tim, aren't you?

I am.

I have every right to be,

but right now it's not
about you or me or Tim.

It's about... Cabe,
so let's just...

put it aside for the night and
appreciate he's still with us.

Agreed.

You can talk
to the doctor later.

Let's try to keep Cabe company.

You know, I was thinking,
after all I've been through,

that maybe I should ask
that Allie girl

out to that Italian place.

Superlative idea.

There you go.
Get back up on that horse.

I'm fine with it,
but I'm reserving final approval

until I determine whether
she's good enough for you.

Maybe I'll wear one of those
Hawaiian shirts on our date.

Bad idea.

We're in these nightmares
because our clothes are wet

and sunbaked at the same time.

Oh, yeah, speaking of which,
why did you guys come back

from the hot springs
in pristine condition?

Huh? What?
No. What?

Clothes are dry.

And you have to get
into the water

in order to use the electrodes.

Well, the low humidity
of desert air

dries fabric incredibly quickly.

You should have
white salt lines

on your clothes from the sulfur.

Where are they?

Holy skinny-dips!

You went to
a nudist spring!

You two saw each other's parts.

We did what we had
to do to save Cabe.

Uh... it was very...
professional.

And naked.
It was so sunny out there.

You could've burned
your schmeckle.

Now I wish I got hit
with the shrapnel.

Okay, well, uh, I'm gonna
go to Kovelsky's.

Get some food.
Hey, Walter, Paige,

can I get you guys anything?
Melons and sausages?

Cantaloupes and wieners?

I will kill you.

Tater Tots and salami?

Ooh.

It's very amusing.

I had to die for an hour to
finally get some peace and quiet

from you guys.

(laughs)

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