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WALTER:
My name is Walter O'Brien.

I have the fourth highest IQ
ever recorded: 197.

Einstein's was 160.

When I was 11, the FBI
arrested me for hacking NASA

to get their blueprints
for my bedroom wall.

Now I run a team of geniuses,

tackling worldwide threats

only we can solve.

Toby's our behaviorist.

Sylvester's a human calculator.

Happy, a mechanical prodigy.

Agent Cabe Gallo's
our government handler.

And Paige?

Well, Paige isn't like us.

She's normal

and translates the world for us

while we help her understand

her genius son.

Together, we are Scorpion.

MAN:
Of the six

three-digit integers

on the board,

which are divisible by four?

O'Brien!All of them.

Not even in the outer
reaches of Pluto,

where you
generally reside,

is 703 divisible by four.

703 divided by four is 175.75.

They can all be
divided by four,

just with the remainders.

You didn't define your terms.

[school bell ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

O'Brien!

Stay.

You show a growing
disdain for authority.

It's concerning.

Hands on the desk.

Hands on the desk.

[fire alarm ringing]

There's no drill scheduled.

Move out,
O'Brien.

Walter.
Let's go.

You could get arrested for
pulling the fire alarm.

He should get arrested
for daring to strike you.

He'll just call Dad.

I'll take care
of that, too.

Megan, someday
I'll pay you back.

I'll take a
Lamborghini,

bright yellow.

Race ya!

[door closes]

PAIGE:
Sorry I'm late.

Uh, Ralph's sick again.

That's two days in
a row, huh, pal?

Yeah, his fever won't break.

I'm gonna take him
to the doctor at 10:00

and then my neighbor
can watch him.

If that's okay?
Mm-hmm.

Are you okay?
You don't look so...

Never been healthier.

So... mail arrived.

Menus and...
paychecks.

Mo' money.
Mo' problems.

Or so I've heard
in the rapper song.

Well, rappers may have
99 or so problems

but misplacing paychecks
is not one of them.

LAX cleared
our debt.

This is our first fresh cash.

Toby, are you gonna
be okay with this?

I'm way ahead of you.

High stress levels triggers
my gambling addictions.

If my levels go up...

[donkey braying]

See, it reminds me
I'm being a jackass.

Hell, I could do that for you.

I'll be upstairs.

Hey, seriously,
what's wrong?

I'm fine.

Clearly.

So is Ralph.

Yep.

He hacked
the thermometer.

Recalibrated
the digital display.

He did what?Ralph?

WALTER:
He hates school.

We all did.

Especially those of us
with math proficiency.

You know, to get
through the day,

I would look
at the clock

and I'd createformulas

expressing
trigonomic functions

based on the
clock hands.

My sister suggested that to me
a long time ago.

Oh, I didn't know
you had a sister.

Is she...

enabled, too?

Not like us.

But in her own way.

[phone ringing]

Ralph... backpack.

What's his
story today?

SYLVESTER:
Don't know.
But that is only

the second time he's ever
mentioned his sister.

Still stalking
your ex-wife?

Ex-fiancée.

And I am not
"stalking."

I'm keeping current.

Uh-huh.
WALTER:
Cabe called.

We're all going to meet
the governor of California.

TOBY:
My back-tax status

with the state isn't exactly

what you'd call good.

What's
this about?

He said hurry,
all right?
So let's hurry.

Paige,

Ralph's school is on the way,

so we'll drop him off.

Come on, guys!

The new car
rides nice.

Steady paycheck equals
safe car for my kid.

TOBY:
Heavy security.

Way more than
you'd expect

for the governor.

Walter, why is there a van

from the Center for
Disease Control here?

WALTER:
I don't know.

We'll find out pretty soon.

Uh, they handle
diseases that

wipe out
civilizations.

Diseases that
have no cure.

And they're,
they're here.

It's gonna be
fine, come on.

Good, you're here.
Follow me.

Wait, why are you wearing a
surgical mask around your neck?

What exactly are you
protecting yourself from?

CABE:
Relax.

They put up
a quarantine tent.

A quarantine tent?

I will be in the car.

Uh, Mr. Gallo, sir?

Is there a very terrible,

possibly communicable disease
in this home?

[donkey braying]

Sorry.

Stress levels are
a tad elevated right now.

Weird, phone's off but
I still hear a donkey.

CABE:
Today's not the day
to be screwing off.

You two go wait with Sylvester.

There's a computer
I need you to look at.

That poor little girl.

Who's that kid?

That's a need-to-know.

You know, what I need to know

is exactly what's going on.

Otherwise, I can't help.

CABE:Guys, this is
Governor Lane.

This is the man
who can help my daughter?

I'm gonna need to know

everything that's
happening here.

So governmentalhabits

of proprietary knowledge
and "need to know..."

Jettison that nonsense

or my efforts to
help your child

will be hampered.

CABE:You have to forgive
Mr. O'Brien.

He's brilliant but impolitic.

Don't care what he is,

long as he helps.

In here...

We're really not trying
to hamper anyone,

but if the public hears
"unknown virus,"

it could
cause panic.

Especially if there's
a political motivation.

What kind
of virus?

She tested
negative for Hanta,

Rift Valley,Ebola...

Eastern equine encephalitis?Also negative.

She's only positive
for the common cold.

The CDC has a database

of the rarest infective agents
in the world.

They're searching.

Yeah, but while they search,

Helena's kidneys, liver, lungs:
all shutting down.

Her fever'scli...

How long?

CABE:
Doctors said she has

less than 24 hours.WALTER:
This is a medical problem.

Why am I here?First of all,

Governor, we're so sorry
this is happening to you.

I have a child, too,

and I can't imagine
how you feel.

All we want to do is help.

Thank you.

Come with me.

LANE:
We found this virus

on Helena's laptop
a few hours ago.

Based on this, we're
working on the assumption

that someone made Helena
sick intentionally.

Targeting you,
no doubt.

Any idea why?

Immigration reform?
Three strikes?

Those are my
hot-button issues,

but would they prompt this kind
of hostility against my kid?

We're compiling all
threats, past and present.

The FBI, NSA,

Homeland, all the
top computer guys

been trying to
trace the sender.

The source bounced around
to 15 countries.

We hit a wall.

Agent Gallo said that you

and your team were brilliant.

That you could find
out who sent it.

All right.

All of your devices are
on the same home network?

Yeah.

Any other computer

have this virus?

No.

Okay, so he directed the virus

to just Helena's
computer.

Anybody else in the house sick?

No.
WALTER:
So...

you, your wife and your staff--

they've all been
in her proximity?

Yes.
What are you getting at?

Well, he could have taken out

the whole home network,

but he directed the computer
virus at just your child.

I don't think
it's a coincidence

that no one else
but Helena is ill.

Wait, wait.
What does this mean?

Give the girl some cool air.
She's hot enough.

What are
you doing?

No!

You can't catch it.

None of us can.

The virus he placed
on the computer

is custom-built.

He did the same
with your daughter,

or why is no
one else ill?
CABE:
You're saying

he custom-builta virus

that would make just
this child sick?

Yeah. There's computer hacking,

and more recently,
there's biohacking.

Now, whoever infected

the computer also
infected your daughter.

Until we find
that person

and know exactly what
biological agent he used,

there's not gonna be
any hope for a cure.

Wait, wait, wait.
Where are you going?

You can't just drop a theory
like that and leave.

Governor, the
helplessness you feel

will incline you to
irrational behavior.

So please,

resist the temptation
to do anything stupid,

like standing
in my way.

Let me do my job.

SYLVESTER:
I checked the AVG scanner,

came up with nothing.

If we can find a signature

in the viral code,

it'll tell us
who sent it.

Meaning we have nothing.

So far, Walt.

Keep your shorts on.

CABE:
Governor's had

ten distinct threats
since he took the office.

Four of the perps
are locked up,

thus leaving six.Guillermo Flacos?

This is way too subtle
for a Mexican drug lord.

Oh, announcing your
intent via e-mail?

That's too subtle?

Personally,
I would keep digging.

WALTER:
Any on the list

have computer proficiency

and a knowledge of biophysics?

Well, that'll probably narrow
our list down to zero,

but we'll keep digging.

What I want to
understand is

how you hack into a human being.

I get your DNA from anywhere--
a coffee cup,

a piece of gum--

and then I study your genetics

for a deficiency--
say, uh, lung disease--

and then I harness
that genetic sequence

onto a cold virus
and I blow it in your face.

Or into the air
around you.

Toby, anything?

I traced the computer
virus' code--

Russia, China, Serbia.

It's no wonder the
government couldn't crack it.

It uses none of the
known building blocks.

That's where you leave it, huh?

With a young girl dying.

All right, trace the IP header.

Study it for patterns.

Maybe that'll get us somewhere.

Don't say "I'm fine."

I was gonna say "I'll live."

What's eating you?

You're acting...
I'm...

I'm tempted to use
the word "emotional."

Particularly challenging
problems create...

impatience.

But you were already off
this morning when you came in.

You only became "impatient"

when you saw that little girl
in her bed.

Yeah, she reminded me
of a problem I couldn't solve.

You realize the more evasive you
are, the more I'll press.

All right.

As a child my, uh,
sister got sick.

She survived.

She's fine.

Like you, all day.

All right, you know what?
I couldn't help her.

It felt like she
was being beaten,

and I was handcuffed.

I couldn't solve her problem.

And that's how you felt,
seeing that girl today?

SYLVESTER:Walter!

We've got
something!
Thank you for
the bandage.

All right,
hide the mugs,

I'm coming down!

Okay, so we've successfully
mirrored the infected laptop.

The good news is--
we traced the e-mail.

The bad news--
it doesn't just bounce off

a few servers
around the world.

It's caught
in an endless loop.

That is a dirty one,
it's a good one.

They're using a round-robin
on an IP address,

but it's too clever by half.
It narrows the source.

There's a pattern in the routing
data. You see that prefix?

I know the place
that uses this trick

to mask their
e-mail origins.

Let's go.

WALTER: The sophistication
of the e-mail sent

to the governor's daughter
stamps of this place.

It's a known
hacker petri dish.

TOBY: One guy makes an
advancement in deception,

passes it on
to another guy.

It's how Silk Road
stayed online for so long.

You know that how?

I think we both take
the Fifth on that.

Hey! Kill the music!

Homeland Security!

I'm looking
for the scumbag that sent

the e-mail virus
to the governor's daughter.

That greaseball
right there.

His wide eyes
and twitching hands

go beyond the standard
for ten cans of Mountain Dew.

You. Don't move.

Since when does
Walter get physical?

Um...

Never.

Got the job
on Craigslist.

I never even
met the client.

[groans]

I think he broke some ribs.

Mm-hmm.

Refocus, or I'll break
the rest of them.

How were you paid?

Cash, to my
P.O. box.

Great. Untraceable.

I didn't know
about any sick kid.

I just sent
a few anonymous e-mails,

and I pocketed three grand.

Sorry,
e-mails?

More than one?

I sent four total.

All the same--
"It's your fault she's sick."

So, there are
more victims?

Sir, we identified
the three other victims.

They're all children.

My God.

They're all as sick
as your daughter.

Sons and daughters
of Dwight Carrington,

Victoria Cooper,
and John Tuttle.

Wait, I know them.

You were all employees of
Vlaxco Pharmaceuticals in 2008.

That's before I went
into politics.

I only worked there for a year
in risk management.

There's a drug called Trexicane.

You all worked
on its development.

Trexicane had promise
as a cure for SMA--

it's spinal
muscular atrophy.

It causes your
muscles to waste away

until you can't
breathe anymore.

The clinical trial
was going really well

until Vlaxco pulled the plug.

Yeah, it also worked well
on asthma.

It was redeveloped solely
for asthma.

Way more profit, huh?

Left all the SMA sufferers
out in the cold.

I spent months fielding
their angry phone calls.

I hated the job.

But how it this related
to Helena?

We think that whoever attacked
Helena and these other children

must be someone
who suffered from SMA.

And they're trying
to make us suffer, too?

What kind of mind
thinks this way?

Well, the kind that sends
taunting e-mails

alongside his deadly disease.

So, someone in enough
psychological pain to not care

about how stupid that is
from a criminal standpoint.

Okay, is this headed
towards ransom?

More likely, like his experience
with Trexicane,

he's saying there is
a cure out there,

you just can't have it.

This person would need
high scientific aptitude

and access to cutting-edge
genetic sequencers.

I got thousands of complaints
after the trial ended.

Our best bet at finding
someone that angry enough

to infect your daughter
and three other children

is in the drug-trial records.

None of the other families work
at Vlaxco anymore.

You're the governor.

Convince Vlaxco
to hand them over.

I'll beg if I have to.

[sighs]
Where are Cabe and Sylvester?

You haven't
eaten today.

If you don't take care
of yourself,

then you can't
help anyone else.

Are you barking
at me now?

I'm here to
help you guys.

They're here.

Hey, when are we getting
the Vlaxco records?

Vlaxco says they're not gonna
give them to us, yet.

They want to help, but
their lawyers are complaining

about breaking
patient confidentiality

with a politician.

They say it'll take 12 hours
to get us access.

Walter, I saw
the governor's daughter,

she doesn't have 12 hours.

Kid's dying,
and they're stonewalling.

Bastards
won't budge.

What about
a court order?

24 hours, at least.

How hard did you
push them, Cabe?

You know me.

I tried as hard
as I could.

I've been trying to
hack Vlaxco's records,

but all confidential
drug trials

are kept on an
air-gapped system.

That means not connected
to the Web.

We can't get it.

If I had another coffee cup in
my hand right now, I'd smash it.

I don't think
I'd blame you.

Cabe.

Hmm.Call the governor.

Ask if Vlaxco keeps hard copies
of the study files.

Why am I asking?

We're gonna break in.

I understand that we need
to get all the patients

for the Vlaxco drug trial.

I get that that is where
we're going to find the person

who keeps making
these kids sick.

But I think I would be better
suited for an advisory role.

WALTER: Sylvester,
if Cabe gets caught,

it's federal time.
If Paige gets caught,

she loses Ralph. Happy and Toby
are the distraction.

I could be the distraction.

N-N-No, you need to memorize the
files. No one else can do that.

It's over a
hundred pages long.

I'm gonna be
reading the layout

and guiding you
through the building, okay?

Okay.

I'm still not clear
on what this has to do

with Earl's Sub Shop
across the street.

Well, Vlaxco has
a brutal security firewall

that would take hours to hack.

But they also have hundreds of
employees. So, statistically,

one of them is gonna order
from Earl's today.

Now, I've hacked
into the sub shop's server

and I've placed a Trojan shell
on their PDF menu.

Your Trojan horse is a
two-for-one sub coupon.

That's a really good deal.

Earl knows his way
around a hoagie.

Now, as soon as someone
clicks on the PDF menu

and downloads the coupon,

we're past the Vlaxco firewall.

It's lunchtime, so it
shouldn't take long.

[laughs]
I'm in.

All right,
just going through HR.

Just looking through
the employee security badges.

I'll be damned.

All right, look for someone
in middle management.

A guy driving
a low-level luxury sedan,

trying to keep up with the VPs.

That's someone that can
really get angry.

Mmm.
Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Jed Hausler.

Just copying his data.

Should have a bogus
security badge in a few seconds.

I'm heading
over to Happy.

Good luck, Sly.

CABE:
Governor.

We may have some good news
for you here in a while.

It's an involved
operation,

I'll run it down for you later.

My thoughts and prayers are
with you, Governor.

How is she?

She's holding on
as best she can.

Walter lied to me earlier
about his sister.

Said she'd gotten over
a childhood illness,

but I saw a letter that said

she's in a care facility
battling MS.

He doesn't talk about her much.

I know, but when
he's reminded of her,

he smashes things
and tackles people

and does daytime robberies.

I'm just trying to give him
as much space as I can.

TOBY:
Third message.

Just want to reiterate,
I am making real money now.

Can start to re-pay you.

Even if you're seeing someone.

It's totally immaterial.

[car honks]

You can call me back anytime.

[monitor makes donkey noise]

She's not getting
back with you.

Look, people only
let you down.

Sooner you realize
that, the better.

That's a cynical
worldview.

When I was two my dad took me
saint luke's

handed me to a nurse and said
find her a good home

based on how my brain works, I
remember every moment of it

so 25 years later

I'm not cynical.

I'm smart.

You put a
quarter-inch wrench

on a quarter-inch bolt,

it works.

Tools don't
let you down.

Only people do.

Spending your life scared
to connect to anyone

isn't any way to live.

[computer beeps]

Software just picked up
Jed Hausler's license plate.

Let's go find his car.

WALTER: Here's
your earpiece.

The laboratories have
disease samples, Walter.

Like the plague.

They have
the actual plague.

Sylvester, you're not going
near the biohazard lab.

I'm gonna be talking you
through the whole way.

Okay, you
guys ready?

Looking for
Jed Hausler's car.

There!
Punch it, sister!

[car alarm whooping]

TOBY:
Excuse me.

My wife is
the world's worst driver.

Could you find out
who owns this car?

You can do this.

You just walk in,

look at the files,

you walk out.

Walk in, look, walk out.

WALTER:
That's our guy. Sylvester...

you're on.

You need to get out of there
before he comes back

and swipes his real ID.

Okay.

TOBY:
Oh...

He looks angry.Perfect.

What the hell did
you do to my car?

Not me. Him.

Who was driving?

You distracted me.

Oh, talking is a distraction?

Constant complaining
is distraction.

HAUSLER:
Hey!

Can we please talk about
the damage to my car?

My bad.

Love the 'stache.

Um... $300,
we'll call it a day?

There's thousands
in damage here.

$350.

Just give me your
insurance papers.

Hey, you recently divorced?

There's a tan line where
your wedding ring would be.

I only ask

'cause... I think I'm about
to pull that trigger myself.

WALTER:
All right.

You're looking for 2008,
January to August.

Trexicane trial program.

Okay.
I hope this is it.

Okay, get the name of every
patient in the trial.

How long is that
going to take?

Accuracy
is bliss.

Do you see this?

Cold as
Pennsylvania steel.

Maybe if you knew
how to warm me up...[phone chimes]

That's my supervisor,

who's going to kick my ass.

Hold on.
He can wait.

You're the guy just
a step ahead of me:

you're back in
the single scene,

trading boxers
for briefs,

hitting the gym,
scoring hair plugs...

Get the hell out of my way
and leave your info at the desk.

Not good.

Yeah, we couldn't hold
our patsy any longer.

He's heading back in.There he is.

Mr. Hausler, it's saying
you're already in here.

Well, clearly, I'm not.

I don't want you to panic,
but the guards know

you're in the building.

Oh, boy...

Okay...

WALTER:
Security's been alerted.

They are coming
toward the file room.

Okay. All done.

WALTER:
Now, you can get out
through the doors

in the back.
To your left.

Walter, you said no biohazard.

You have to.

Anthrax!

Last year the CDC exposed 86

of their own people to anthrax.

Walter, there could be
anthrax back there.

Listen to me,
you have no other way out.

Walter, there's got to be...

[door bangs open]

Walter!

WALTER [over comms]:
We see you on the security cam.

I am in a dirty room, Walter.

Just stay calm.

Head out the east side door.
Do you see it?

Yes.

WALTER:
Now, there's a service hall

on the other side.
Head down there

to the exit, where
we'll be waiting for you.

Sylvester,
pick up the pace, pal.

I don't know if you can push him
too hard here, Walter.

This is my worst nightmare.
Literally.

I have had this one.

Oh...

Guards are getting
closer, Sylvester.

I can't touch that handle.

WALTER:
Logically, it's probably

one of the cleanest
handles in the world.

Much better than
a public bathroom.

I don't touch those either!Open the damn door,

because if you think
this lab's dirty,

wait until
you're in a prison cell,

which is where
they will take you

if you don't open the door.

No.

Come on, Sylvester.

Get the hell out of there, now.

You cannot be impatient
with him. Sylvester...

it's Paige.

What if you take
off your sweater

and put it around your hand?

What kind of deterrent

against a lethal spore

is a poly-cotton blend?

Think of something else.

Um... so you got
a paycheck today.

What are you going
to do with your money?

Get rid of it.
Money makes me nervous.

Okay, then close your eyes
and get rid of it.

Okay.

You need to hand
over the money...

All right.Oh...

PAIGE:
Pull down...

and run like hell!

[tires screeching]

[tires squealing]

Her fever's worse.

She's in
decline.

Where are we, folks?

Well, based on the names
Sylvester got us,

we're pulling background on the
people from the Vlaxco trial.

Now we can look for our suspect.

The last participant
in the trial.

So, we have
50 names here.

One of them is our biohacker.

How do we
narrow it down?

Our bad guy's
gotten kids sick

and made sure the parents knew
it was done intentionally.

That's a real
angry dude.

Take it from someone
who has dropped

a fortune at games of chance:

nothing makes the psyche
more vindictive than loss.

It's primal;

through vengeance,
humans wrongly believe

they can be
made whole again.

We need to
find whoever

lost the most from this drug
not being approved.

So, 20 test subjects showed
no improvement from the drugs.

So they didn't really
lose anything

from being part of the trial.

They entered sick,
they left sick.

We're downto 30.

Same with those who
got the placebo--

their situation didn't change.

They might have been
disappointed

they didn't get the real drug,
but that's not loss.

Five died since
the trial ended.

They're all out.

Okay, here's where we get down

to the nitty-gritty.

The guys left have
all suffered loss.

All would have improved
with the Trexicane drug.

Benjamin Carlisle, maybe?

32 years old,

entrepreneur making six figures.

When he started
the study,

he was engaged--
world on a string.

Where's he now?

Begging for charity
for his treatment,

blogging
pretty angrily

regarding his
degenerating condition...

and no longer engaged.

If I lost a fiancée
to a disease

that could have been cured,
I'd consider revenge.

CABE:
That's not the guy.

This is.

Robert Richter.

Single dad.

According to
this, his child

responded well to the meds

but died after the drug trial
was scrapped.

He lost more than anyone.

You're basing this
purely on emotion.

There's entire sections
of jurisprudence

based on crimes of passion.

Emotion is as good
as any of them.

Especially in
a case like this.

Trust me.

Guys?
There's a Robert Richter

that works at Venice
College of Science.

And he is
a microbiology professor.

WALTER:There should be some evidence
here in Richter's office.

ASSISTANT:
I'm sorry,
Mr. Richter

is gone
for the day.

Um, maybe I should call
campus security first?

Feel free, but my
badge is bigger.

We'll take it
from here.

All I have in here
are exam papers.

Same here.

Oh, oh, oh.
Look what I found.

He was computer modeling
spray patterns.

I bet he loads

a small aerosol device
with the virus;

all he's got to do
is get a few feet

from the victim,
presses a button

and then he infects
them with a gene

that'll kill
only them.

Target never even knows.

That's a pretty sophisticated
murder weapon.

And scary easy to make.

He's got fast
DNA sequencers,

graphene-based
nanochannel hardware...

Today, genetic engineering
is a hobby;

if you're smart enough,

you can be a modern
Typhoid Mary.

Uh... what are you doing?

Happy was right.

Richter is a modern Typhoid
Mary, emphasis on modern.

His daughter died in 2010.

The reason he had to wait
years to retaliate is he had

to wait for
technology to catch up

to his plans.
But now that it has,

the same technology might be
the thing that stops him.

Here.

Saved in the memory

are the sequences
for the killer genes.

And how does that help us?[printer whirs]

We send this to CDC,

they can follow the
blueprint backwards

to reverse-engineer
what Richter did in two hours.

They can save
the people he infected.

They can make
an antidote.

Before I send this...

I'm positive.

Great work.

[laughs]

Well, considering we
just saved four kids,

maybe we earned
a celebratory toast.

Sylvester?

Uh, you really think
I'm gonna drink something

out of a bio lab's fridge?

[Toby whoops]

Well... yeah.

Don't celebrate just yet.

There's another sequence here.

There's a fifth target.

PAIGE: Fifth target?WALTER: Mm-hmm.

That spam creep said he only
sent four e-mail viruses.

Well, maybe this guy
didn't get an e-mail

'cause he's special
to Richter.

Special how?

WALTER:
This sequence also appears

in a file in Richter's laptop
referring to...

It's the governor.

So, the last one
is Governor Lane.

But the sequence
is different
from the others.

The sequence targets
a potassium channel

in the heart,
killing the person instantly.

He's not at his house.

His wife said
he ditched security,

went out the back.
They don't know where he went.

The only thing that can keep
a man away from his dying child

is if he thinks
he can make her better.

Richter called him.

Promised him an antidote

if the governor would meet
with him and just hear him out.

He's not gonna give the
governor an antidote.

He's gonna give him the virus.

It's not just gonna
make him suffer.

It's gonna stop the
governor's heart

within seconds.

I put an alarm
on the governor's family car.

Why the hell isn't he
answering his cell phone?

It's not on and even if it were,
he wouldn't answer.

Checking GPS.

We'll track him soon.

Toby, what about Richter?I'm getting a bead

on his phone, too.

HAPPY:
I got Richter's cell records.

Last call was to Governor Lane,
15 minutes ago.

WALTER:
I warned the governor

about irrational behavior.

I told him not
to do anything stupid.

Got him!
Got the governor.

He's at Marina Beach Plaza.TOBY: Really?

Well, then we got a problem,
'cause so is Richter.

[indistinct radio transmission]

Spread out!
We need to find the governor!

I'm heading to the upper level!

I got nothing up here!

Ditto that in the...

rotunda.

WOMAN:
Lower level's clear.

Okay, okay.

Think about
how this would go down.

He sees the police and knows

it's got to happen fast
but private.

[indistinct radio transmission]

Toby, anything?

He wouldn't wait in the open.

Not with all the police.

Someplace in here,
but someplace quiet.

Side hallways maybe.

I found Richter!

We're on our way.

He's moving towards the target.

I got eyes on him!

Cabe, if he even gets close,
Governor Lane is dead!

Homeland Security! Don't move!

[grunts]

He expelled the virus!

It'll be aerosolized in...SYLVESTER:
Ten seconds!

Based on where
the governor is standing,

the interior wind patterns

and s-scattergrams!

Now, you have seven seconds.

WOMAN:
You can't do that!

What are you doing?Making it rain.

What?To take down the virus.

Two seconds, Walter!

[crowd gasping, clamoring]

[indistinct radio transmission]

How do we know this worked?

Well, if it didn't,
he'd be dead by now.

He said he had an antidote!No, sir.

We already sent the antidote
for your daughter.

He was trying to kill you.

Agent Gallo,

she's gonna be fine.

So glad to hear it, Governor.

I'll tell my team.

The antidote the CDC
synthesized is working.

Helena's fever broke.

We're getting reports of the
same from the other victims.

[intercom beeps]

RICHTER: You think I care--
getting caught?

Dying in prison?

I died when my daughter did.

I just didn't feel

that I should be the only one

to feel the pain I experienced.

You're not.

I know what it feels like to sit

at your child's bedside.

Watching each breath they take,
praying it won't be their last.

To hold your daughter's hand,

trying to memorize
what it feels like

so you won't forget.

Your daughter

too scared to close her eyes,

even when she's so tired,
because she's worried

she won't be able
to open them again.

Some things you just can't fix.

You got to live with them.

You don't take innocent lives.

We shouldn't be
listening to this.

That man deserved to die.

They all deserved
to feel my pain!

No, they didn't.

No one deserves it.

Hey, I'm going
to get Ralph.

I got him a
new telescope.

And I thought we might set
it up on the roof and grill.

Want to join us?

Uh, maybe later, but thanks.

Okay.

Isn't that called
"trying to unring a bell"?

[laughs]

Sometimes it's okay to admit
you don't have all the answers.

You know about my sister,
don't you?

How she's still sick?

It's not really my business.

I was just trying
to help you today.

For me,

my mind...

every problem has a solution.

There must be
a solution for her.

Hey.

I should never have

yelled at you earlier.

You're the bravest person
I've ever met.

That girl would've

died today without you.

Without us.

CABE:
Federal transpo

just came around back
and picked up Richter.

I'm on my way out.

Ralph and I were gonna barbecue
some burgers up on the roof.

It would really help
if you could keep

an eye on him
while I work the grill.

[school bell rings]

WOMAN:
Can I help you?

Yes, uh, this is for the kids.

But nothing for the
biology department.

Or a-a lab of any kind.

Something fun?

And safe.

[playful clamoring nearby]

TOBY:
Hi. This is
Dr. Tobias M. Curtis.

Please leave a message. [beeps]

WOMAN:
Hi, Toby. It's me.

I'm really glad
things are going well for you.

But I don't care
about the money you owe.

I moved on.

Please do the same.

And don't call again. Bye.

All in.

You didn't even see
your cards yet.

I don't have to.

I see you.

[laughs]:
Hey.

Hi, Walter.

Your sister

is the best patient we have.

Never quits.

[laughs]

I got my first paycheck.

Well, I hope you're
gonna do something fun.

You deserve it.

Yeah, I'm gonna do
something for you.

Hey.

MS is my fight, not yours.

I'm not gonna
let you die, Megan.

I'm going to fix you.

Cabe, another medium-well?

"Another"?

The last one was raw.

Hi, Walter.

Ralph.

There, I think I'm done, Ralph.

Come check this out.

See all the stars?

There's millions
of them up there.

You got a notepad?

Thank you.

You know, having a family
can be a hard thing.

Makes you vulnerable.

I know.

It can be a good thing, too.

I know.

Hey.Hey.

[laughs]

Hey, Ralph?
If you look at the curvature

of the moon's surface,
Orion's belt makes

a perfect horizontal
tangent line.

Isn't that cool?It is cool!

Thank you.

No problem.

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