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She's late.

She's five percent past
our agreed-upon meeting time.

Tonight you're not a genius.

You're just a normal guy
on a normal date.

(sighs)

Excuse me.

Um, excuse me.
I have a reservation

at 8:00 for O'Brien,
and I would like

that table over there
in the back by the kitchen.

The kitchen?
Yes.

Are you sure?
That table ensures maximum intersection

of the waiter's path
with my eye-line,

making it easier to capture
our server's attention.

Hence, a more efficient
dining experience.

Oh, speaking of efficiency,

I think I will pre-order,
if I may go off the menu?

Fermented herring.

I value their Omega 3's
neuroprotective properties.

TOBY:
You ever think

your date might value
you not smelling

like the Fulton Fish Market
at low tide?

You know what?
Scratch the fish.

Instead, I would like

the, um... spicy
tamale appetizer.

TOBY:
But you don't

like tamales.
WALTER: Spicy foods

cause endorphin
release which will lead

to a more pleasurable
evening for my date.

Whole point of this is
to learn how

to interact with others

on a more human level, so...
Um...

we don't require rationale.

Okay.

Engaging the subject.

TOBY:
She's a woman, not a subject.

Hi.
Hi.

I was early, got here first.

Yeah. I see that.

May I show you
to your table?

Oh, thank you, um,
and if you don't mind,

nothing by the kitchen.
It's always so noisy.

Great idea. Yes.

Here you go.

Mmm! So I took the liberty

of ordering an appetizer,
in case you were hungry.

They look great, but, um...
I'm allergic to corn.

Oh. Well, we don't want your
histamines to get hysterical,

so I'll just...
I'll move that to the side...

Oh, no, no, no, you should
at least enjoy them.

Oh!
Oh. Okay. Yeah.

I'm s... I'm sorry.

It's... fine.

(sighs)

I'm a little anxious.

Ironically, for a
speed dating organizer,

I'm not good at first dates.

Me, neither.

I know. I mean,

I noticed at speed dating.

And I thought, if this guy's
as bad at it as I am,

we might hit it off.

So, I thought,

"What the heck?

I've got his info sheet,
why not call him?"

Plus, you were
clearly nervous.

It was kind of endearing.

That was a compliment,
knucklehead.

Lob a little ear-candy

back at her.

You have a lovely smile.

Oh. (laughs)

Your canines are
particularly sharp.

Excuse me?

Excuse me?
They're pointed.

It's a sign of good genetics.

Animals can't masticate
tougher meats with dull canines.

Thank you?

Well, this date's over.

In the sequel to
the 1994 hit Speed,

Keanu Reeves was
replaced by the grandson

of this famous
Hollywood star.

And I will take
"Potent Potables" for 600.

No. Answer the question.

Does it start with an "M?"

How about starts
with "C" for "Coward?"

You can't dodge pop culture.

It's stressful.

You are sweating more than me
at a craps game.

Why do you do
this to yourself?

The only reason
I'm auditioning for Jeopardy!

is to get practice
being on camera, because

that terrifies me,
but after that,

I'll be ready for The Price is
Right, which is my actual goal.

And that show is perfect.

It's all math, all numbers,
and I mean,

it's-it's a heck
of a lot of fun.

Well, you better
improve quick,

'cause Jeopardy! interview
in T minus ten hours.

Okay, how could you not
know Speed? A massive,

out-of-control bus racing
through Los Angeles.

It's a classic flick.

Why would I watch that movie?
I take the bus every day.

Please, I'm already
nervous enough

about this TV thing.

And Happy,

could you just take five
on the work you're doing

with that skid plate?

The noise is stressing me out.

PAIGE:
If you're so stressed,

why are you even doing this?
Whitehull Hospital is selling

the naming rights
to its new pediatric ward.

And Megan and I used
to go in there to look

at the babies.
She loved it.

So, if I can earn enough money,

hopefully, it'll be named "The
Megan Dodd Pediatric Care Ward."

That is lovely, Sylvester.

All right, now we're back
from commercial break.

Time to check in
with our contestants.

Sylvester, tell us a little
something about yourself.

Perfect, because I have been
writing down... anecdotes.

How spontaneous.

We need to practice
casual conversation.

Just tell me a story
from your life

that highlights your
unique personality.

I once spent a year
without touching a doorknob.

It's a game show audition.

Appeal to the masses.

Talk about your stupid
comic books.

Good morning, everyone.

Oh, I'll take "Hot Topics"
for a thousand, Alex.

How'd the big date end?

It went... very well.

TOBY:
That must've been

the comeback of the century.
WALTER: I can assure you

that after a rocky start,
I finished strong. I-I...

even programmed
some follow-up

texts to check in with Linda
throughout the day.

Used some bits of popular slang.

I heard the top of that date.

You finished as strong
as Clubber Lang in Rocky III.

Huh?

Do you watch no movies?

PAIGE:
Well, one way

to be sure.

According
to Linda's Facebook page,

she posted it was
an "interesting evening."

WALTER:
Aha!

Interesting is good.
Girls want

magical, not interesting.

Why do you care?

Because I want to see him
succeed at his new endeavor.

CABE:
Top of the morning, gang.

Case just came in from NASA.

It's a bit time-sensitive,

but it's a lay-up.

Hold on.
Are you taller?

Look at those kicks!

Did you not hear the part
about time-sensitive?

I did.

So, what's with
the new footwear?

So, NASA has a rocket launch...

TOBY:
Oh, I get it!

You got sent to the senior
section in speed dating,

and now you're trying
to Benjamin your Button.

I've had these
shoes for years.

My other ones are at the cobbler.
The cobbler?

Did you say hi
to the chimney sweep

on your way to the cobbler?

As I was saying,

NASA has scheduled an
unmanned rocket launch today

from Hoffman
Air Force Base.

Captain Ryan
Jackson will be

linking in, any moment.

Let's be professional.

Why are you looking at me?

JACKSON: In short, a faulty sensor
alerted possible system failure

on our JC-49 set
to launch in three hours.

WALTER:
I haven't seen

anything online about
a rocket launch.

That's because it's top secret.

Transporting a spy satellite?

It's classified.

But since you have an experience
with this type of rocketry,

they want you
to help solve the problem,

since they're short on time.

Normally, we'd postpone, but a
bad weather front's moving in.

Could put us back days.

Okay, could be one
of two things:

a hardware flaw in
the rocket itself,

or a coding defect

triggering the glitch.
Now, I can get into

Mission Control here
from our office.

I can authorize that.
No need.

I'm in.
As for hardware issues,

members of our team will be
at your base shortly.

He got into our most secure
server that quickly?

Nothing's secure
with these guys.

JACKSON: Thanks for getting here
so quickly.

I drive fast.

Once we study
the rocket schematics,

we'll figure out
where the problem lies,

and then Happy'll
take over.

Should be a quick fix.

We'll be out of your hair,
and you can launch.

Well, I have to say,

you're a lot easier
to work with

than our traditional
Homeland liaison.

CABE: Liaison?

Who's that exactly?

Team Scorpion.

Miss me?

Holy bald boomerang, Batman.
Merrick's back!

You're the one
who asked for us?

Not thrilled about it, but
Scorpion's a tech team, right?

You work at NASA now.

I've had all kinds of fun jobs
since I got demoted

because I couldn't get along
with your Nerd Herd.

Well, it was more
than just that.

It was.

It was you calling
the administration,

telling them that I wasn't
"part of the solution."

Since then,
I've been assigned

to National Park Security,
Lake Erie

Anti-Terrorism Patrol,
and now, NASA.

And since
Endeavor's been retired,

ain't what it used to be.

Career's gangbusters.

Okay, the script that's running
chamber pressure protocols

seems to be in order.

Toby, everything seem okay?

It appears valid.

Okay.

Hi.

Can I help you?
I'm...

here for Walter?

Oh, hi. You're Linda.

I'm here... for Walter.

Uh, okay.

Uh... Walter?

Linda! (laughs)

What are you doing here?

This Linda from last night?

WALTER:
Yeah.

What did you do to her?

What is this?

TOBY:
She's in shock.

Just plug it in.

Okay.

DISTORTED VOICE:
Scorpion, you will sabotage

the launch
you were assigned today.

What was that
I just heard?

DISTORTED VOICE:
You tell anyone,

or don't do what I say,
I will know.

Ms. Dineen dropped her keys
entering her car.

At 8:06,
Mr. Curtis left his apartment,

then went back to retrieve
his hat. It's simple.

Sabotage that launch,
or face the consequences.

What consequences?

I think he's referring to this.

Is that a bomb?

I don't think the date went
as well as you thought, Walter.

♪ Scorpion 2x15 ♪
Da Bomb
Original Air Date on January 25, 2016

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@elder_man

The wall is just precautionary

in case there is an...
incident.

(drill whirring)
PAIGE: We'll be

right here the whole time.

Right on this side.

(drill whirrs)

Now, if we're
gonna help you,

we need to know what
you remember from last night.

I already told you,
I don't remember much.

We should also be concerned

about what the guy
on the recording knows.

Like... like how
I dropped my keys.

Well, you two were both outside,

so maybe they hacked
into satellite imagery,

or had access to it,
or know someone

who has access to it.

Doesn't narrow it down much.
WALTER: Point is,

they would see if the bomb squad
came rushing in.

So it's up to us.

Anything that you can recall

would be useful.

(sighs anxiously)

All I remember is...

getting to my car
after our date.

You didn't walk her to her car?
I thought you said it went well.

It's an antiquated,
sexist notion.

Let's save this for later.
Linda.

I-I got out my keys.

I felt a pinch
in my neck,

and next thing I know,

I'm-I'm waking up
with a vest on me,

a note saying that I had
to bring you that jump drive,

and a bitter taste in my mouth.

I don't blame you,

if your date doesn't even walk
you to your car.

N-No.
I mean an actual bitter taste.

In the back of my throat.

Bitter taste.

Well, that sounds to me
like benzodiazepine.

CABE: That's a government-issued
chemical.

Developed a few years ago

for enhanced interrogation.

Who would do this that had
access to such chemicals?

And who would want to take
this rocket down so badly?

A possible
U.S. spy satellite launch?

Other than Canada, everybody.

Does it matter who
right now?

Well, if we find
out who it is,

then we can track them down,
get the detonator,

and then shut off
that explosive.

SYLVESTER:
Did you get anything

from the thumb drive?

WALTER: No, I can't unscramble
the voice.

The modulator
is incredibly advanced.

Any chance you can remove
or disarm the bomb?

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Wh-Wh-What are you doing?

Just taking a peek.

There you go, Walter.
You're doing great.

WALTER: Okay. It's okay.

Yeah, it looks like the wiring
circles around the vest.

So if we try to remove
it, it would detonate.

Recount:

there's a receiver
on the outside,

which means
that there's a remote detonator.

One wrong move and, you know...

You mean... I die.

Yes.
That's-that's not a guarantee.

(whispers): Walter.

She is a person, not
just a problem to solve.

So think of her feelings.

I, uh, apologize
for my, uh, bluntness.

Your feelings of fear are valid.

Who are you people?

I-I thought
that you were an I.T. guy.

Oh, I am,

technically,
but I also handle top secret,

highly sensitive cases
for Homeland Security.

TOBY:
Whoever did this

probably thought
you were a couple

and that Walter
would do anything to save you.

That's why
you were targeted.

But we're not a couple.

I just hadn't had

a date in months and I-I watched

The Notebook the day
before I called you and...

I just read that when you die,
your cat might eat your body.

Oh, God.

I'm gonna die alone because
I was scared I'd die alone.

Listen to me,
you're not gonna die alone.

Might want
to tweak that.

I mean you're not gonna die.

I will do what it takes
to save you.

I just don't know
what it is exactly.

I'm trying to figure it out.

JACKSON:
Any luck with schematics?

Launch is scheduled
for 90 minutes from now.

Uh, we're conferring
with home base.

Walt, we need
to make a decision here.

Turns out
that NASA's pretty punctual

with their rockets.

If we're gonna save
that kid's life,

we're gonna have to gum up
the launch.

And how many years
is that gonna get us?

It's my fault that Linda's
in this situation.

We can't let her die.

We're sabotaging that rocket.

(Walter tapping keys)

We have to send it off course
without alerting anyone at NASA.

But I was just in their system,

so digital sabotage
would be too obvious

and could land us in prison.

You guys could sneak
into the rocket itself,

screw with some gears.

The surveillance system
surrounding

the entire launch site makes
that virtually impossible.

Fuel.

It's the last thing

loaded onboard before takeoff.

If we can dilute the fuel
before it's pumped in,

the rocket won't have enough
thrust to make it into orbit.

It'll harmlessly crash

into the Pacific,

and seem like a simple
fuel mixture malfunction.

Okay, the tanks
are kept underground,

close to mission control.

Shouldn't take long

to access.

Okay, we'll give NASA
the good news

that we found the glitch.

Captain,
our diagnostic

is pointing to a fuel
sensor malfunction.

If I can get a quick look
at the tanks,

I can have it fixed
with time to spare.

"Quick" being the operative word.
I'll go with them,

make sure they get it done.

We don't need a babysitter.

I may not have authority
over you anymore,

but I am still the Homeland
agent assigned to NASA.

Not gonna
let you screw

this one up and get me demoted
to Border Patrol.

Now let's go.

Okay, there's still a chance
that I can disarm the bomb,

but I need to see the circuitry
inside the vest.

An X-rayed image.

Toby, does Kovelsky's
have satellite TV?

Yeah, that's where I watch
the races. The news.

Okay, go get
the dishes from the roof.

Sneak onto a
diner's rooftop,

dislodge two small satellite
dishes, and lug 'em back here?

Sure. Sounds easy. Oh, wait,

except for the madman
watching us via satellite.

Overwhelming odds that
he will see you and reach out.

I will deal with that. Now go.

Roger that!
Okay.

What else?
First, I need

to download airport security
scanning software.

(phone ringing)

It's my phone.
It's in my jacket.

Number's blocked.

Hello. Linda's phone.

DISTORTED VOICE: Mr. Curtis just exited
your facility.

Are you playing games?

Of course not.

He's just gone to grab satellite
dishes so that we can mask

a signal that I am transmitting
into Hoffman's system.

We can't sabotage the launch
without it.

By now,
you should realize that

failing to take my threat
seriously

will result in a
very unpleasant death for Linda.

Well, I can assure you, we are
taking your threat seriously.

There is no way that that
rocket reaches its destination.

Hello?

Hello?

Okay, he bought the lie.

Now I'm gonna work on
that scanning software.

Toby should be back in
a minute. We'll get to work.

Everything is gonna be fine!

First dates, right?

All right, let's hurry up
and figure out

how to dilute this fuel.

Right there. We redirect

the water from that inflow
to the fuel tank.

Size of the valve,
diameter of the pipe--

I'm guessing about 15 PSI. Sly?

We need roughly eight minutes,
11 seconds to throw off

the fuel level by five percent,
which is enough to alter

the trajectory of the rocket.
We can't do this

if Merrick can walk in
at any moment.

That's why Sly's
gonna keep him busy.

Me?

No, no, no. I...
He makes me nervous.

Everyone makes you nervous.

Now listen, I'm gonna make up an
excuse and what you're gonna...

MERRICK: Are we done yet?

'Cause I'd really hate
to say good-bye.

We need to see
the liquid oxygen tank.

You said fuel tanks.

The fuel and the oxygen
get mixed together,

so we need to make sure that
they're both working properly.

Or we can tell NASA
you're the reason

they don't launch on time.

Up to you.

Fine. Let's go.

Sly will go with you
while I finish up with the fuel.

Should take him no more
than, say, nine minutes,

to be safe.
Let's hit those oxygen tanks.

Okay.

I got 'em!

We got to replace these
by Sunday.

I'm watching the Super Bowl at Kovelsky's.
Okay.

So we need to position these
behind the Plexiglas shield

to create a scanner that will
produce the clearest X-ray image

of the bomb, so...

Don't worry. I'll do it.
TOBY: You sure?

I was just about to offer.

(phone chimes)

LINDA:
Oh, God.

Is it him again?

No. Not the bomber.

Let me see?

You don't want
to see this.

It's my damn phone.

WALTER:
Paige...

you're not helping anything
by upsetting her.

Okay. Just remember
you told me to do this.

Uh-huh.

"Hope you're having
a blast today"?

"Best, Walter"?

Is that supposed to be funny?
Sadly,

it's supposed to be romantic.

Ooh. I preprogrammed some
follow-up texts after our date.

Clearly an unfortunate,
uh, choice of words,

given the circumstances.

You think?

Eh... Listen, I-I'm sorry.

I just thought it would be

an efficient way
to follow up with you.

And seeing as the date
went so well...

It didn't go well, Walter.

You-you say that you're

this special intellect
who works for the government,

but I-I doubt that,
because no one with half a brain

could think
that that dinner was a success.

It was awful!

And awkward and weird.

Because... you're weird.

You're a weird man
who says weird things

with a... a-a weird job,

and all of that
has culminated in me having

a bomb strapped to my chest.

Yes.

I-I see.

Though I appreciate
your feedback,

I'm gonna
get back to it.

Oh, I, uh...
Don't worry

about yelling at me.

Those things
really don't... affect me.

So...

I'm still gonna save you.

Okay. Um...

This is taking too long.

I'm gonna go
check on the others.

HAPPY:
Sly, we're not done. Stall him.

Appeal to the masses, remember?

Wait! You know,

this whole case
really reminds me

of Super Fun Guy issue 24,

"Fight or Space Flight."
It's a classic,

and I believe
it's really relevant

to the work that you've been
doing with NASA.

What?!
(stammers)

Well, to fully understand
its relevancy,

I have to give you a brief
history on classic game theory.

This shouldn't take too long.

WALTER:
Okay, okay. Good.

Keep your arms still

and slowly rotate.

There's no chance

this could set off the bomb,
right?

Define "chance."
There's good news

and there's bad news.
Good news first.

So, uh, there's an interesting
anomaly in the wiring--

an unorthodox,
essentially superfluous twist

in the conduits.

These criminals, they often have
distinct signatures

in their work, not unlike
the markings of a sculptor

or repeating themes of a writer.
Bomb-makers, no different.

WALTER: You know, if the twist
is a signature of the bomber,

then it could help identify him.

And what's the bad news?
Well, the bad news is

I can't disarm it; there's
one fail-safe after another.

It's too intricate.

There's even a
contingency if I try

to disrupt the signal
between the timer

and the remote detonator,
then...

It goes boom?

That's a lot of bad news.

Okay, you know what?

Let's focus on the good news.

Toby, start searching the FBI
databases to see if there are

any criminals who match

this bomb-making signature.
On it.

HAPPY: Tell Captain Jackson

I'll send him a report tonight

to explain that the glitch
was nothing more than

a defective fill sensor.

Whatever.

Just get off the base
and don't let the gate

hit you in the ass
on the way out.

Walter, the rocket's
been compromised.

And if our bomber
is a man of his word,

Linda should be okay
once the launch fails. Doc?

His speech pattern
and clipped word choice

point to a man
who keeps his promises.

That's a good thing, 'cause

we're nowhere near
disarming this firecracker.

That's a problem.

Why?

'Cause those canisters
are nitrogen

and nitrogen is used to
recreate the Earth's atmosphere.

SYLVESTER:
And you would only do that

if there were humans on board.

Oh, boy.

We've moved to a service
road on the compound.

No one can
see us here.

I used the car's 4G to link up

with the security cameras
for the rocket.

It's confirmed. There are three
astronauts boarding.

If we let this rocket take off,

we'll be murdering those people.

Yeah, if we don't
let it take off,

we will have effectively
killed Linda.

Either way, not good.

Why wouldn't Jackson tell us?

The U.S. isn't supposed to be
doing this. The White House

announced three years ago
that they were done

with manned space missions.

That's why it's so top secret.
Enough.

We're done playing ball
with this jerk's demands.

Do we have a choice?

I'm choosing to save
those astronauts and Linda.

HAPPY: The rocket launches

30 minutes
after they're on board.

That's all the time we have.

If it launches smoothly,

the bad guy gets pissed
and Linda's done for.

Happy, if we put the turbo pumps
into overdrive,

would that compensate
for the diluted fuel?

It should keep
the rocket on course.

But there's no remote way
to alter the turbo pumps.

You have to do it manually.

Walt, that's a tough trick
to pull off.

Let us get our heads together
and we'll get back to you.

If you let the rocket launch,
he's gonna detonate the bomb.

I don't want to die.

You're not going to die.
You said yourself,

there's no way to disarm it.

You're right,
I can't disarm it.

That's why we're gonna
let the bomb go off.

I might only be a psychiatrist,
but they taught us in med school

that blowing people up
is bad for their bodies.

There is a shot at survival

if we submerge her
in ballistic gel.

Now, the impact velocity

of the explosives can be reduced

and the resultant
energy transfer

and reciprocal
retardant force can be...

Oh, my God,
just how does it work?

The blast can be dispersed

and dissipated enough so that

Linda could possibly survive.

Could possibly?

Great.

We would need about
200 gallons of gel

to make that remotely plausible.

And a shield between
her body and the bomb

to absorb part of the blast

and direct the rest
away from her.

Now, I saw half a pound
of C-4 in Linda's vest.

That's only enough
to hurt Linda

and anyone standing near her.

The skid plates from Happy's

dune buggy
should make decent armor.

And the magic gel?

That, we make.

We'll have to make do with
what we find at the market.

Paige?
I'll be right back.

Now, there's enough extra
Plexiglas in the back to build

a four-sided tank
to encase the gel.

Now, you keep running
the bomb signature

through the FBI database,
just in case none of this works.

I need to get to this hatch
here, to access the turbo pumps.

Problem is the rocket
is surrounded by a lot

of surveillance cameras.
But no manned patrol.

If we can bypass
those security cameras,

I can get
right up to the launchpad.

But how do we do that?

TOBY: Guys,

this is a perfect time
for a camera loop spoof.

Just like in Speed.

I still haven't seen the movie.

We hack a few seconds
of innocuous footage

of the rocket
into the security system,

have it repeat and then
Happy can waltz in and out

without anyone seeing.

Mission control is
over a mile from the launchpad,

so camera surveillance is all
they're seeing of the rocket.

You know, I hate
to point this out, but in Speed,

Dennis Hopper spotted that the
film was looped; it didn't work.

TOBY:
That was only because

there was repetitive patterns

to the bus passengers' movement.

The rocket's a motionless,

stand-alone object--
nothing around it's moving.

Walter does have

the base's classified frequency

from when they synced up
his computer.

It'd be simple
to use that

to hack in
and loop the camera feed.

Pop quiz, hotshot: there's
a rocket with some bad fuel.

If it launches now, it crashes
straight into the Pacific.

What do you do?

What do you do?

Why are you asking me that?

I thought we just made a plan.

Watch a movie sometime.

HAPPY: Okay, launchpad's
a mile away.

You'd better get

those security cameras looped
by the time

I get into frame.

(whirring)

Okay.

(blowing)

(ringtone plays)

(grumbles quietly)

I forgot to cancel
my second follow-up text.

Do you want to read it to me?

It's worse than the first one.

(groans softly)

(sighs)

You know, I know you had
a miserable time last night.

I'm smart enough to know
when I'm floundering.

I'm sorry I did
everything wrong.

You... didn't do
everything wrong.

A lot of things.

The texts were
definitely a mistake.

Really?

I told my friends
that it went well

because I was embarrassed.

I solved Fermat's Last Theorem
when I was nine.

And I can't even solve
basic human interaction.

It's disappointing.

(quietly):
Okay.

SYLVESTER: Surveillance footage
successfully looped

and holding steady.
There she is.

Happy, according
to the schematics,

the access panel is
off the third level.

Okay.

Opening it up.

I just have to calibrate
the turbines

to compensate
for the diluted fuel.

SYLVESTER: Just get out of there
before the countdown starts

in approximately 15 minutes,

because I need
to turn off the loop

before the engine
starts smoking,

or else mission control's
gonna know something's up.

Merrick.

MAN: Sir, this is
the main security gate.

We need to lock down for launch.
So lock down, then.

We can't until your Scorpion
tech team leaves the premises.

They haven't left yet?

Okay... I got everything
on the list.

Great. Now fill up
the water and gelatin mix

in the drum with the proportions
that I gave you.

The kaolin clay
from the glass polishing kits

acts quickly as a bonding agent.

Now, Happy,
where do you keep

that D-12 refrigerant hidden?

Um, I don't.
D-12's are illegal,

and you told me
you don't want it in the garage.

Happy...

In the piano.

WALTER: Whew...

TOBY:
Needle meet haystack!

I found a match
for the bomb signature!

WALTER:
Great. Who is it?

Same type of bomb was used
five years ago by a Jeffrey Evans.

So-called "DNA bomber,"

because of
a double-helix twist

he added to his wires.

He's an antigovernment anarchist

who hit a few federally owned
communications towers.

So he's our guy.
Not likely.

DNA bomber died in prison
three years ago.

Jeffrey Evans.

I know that name.

And more importantly,

I know the agent that spent
a lifetime tracking him down

and knows everything
there is to know

about how he constructed
his bombs.

Are you about to say Merrick?

It all makes sense.

He has access to satellite data.

That's how he was able
to keep an eye on us.

You said the drugs used to knock out
Linda were government-issued.

Merrick could get
his hands on it.

TOBY:
Most incriminating,

he listened to Sylvester ramble
about his stupid comics.

No one cares

about that crap--
he only listened

because he knew
Happy and Cabe

were in the fuel room
to stop the launch.

He needed them
to finish,

'cause he wanted
the rocket sabotaged.

The only question is, why?

Uh, if Merrick is behind this...

...then we have a big problem.

Happy, Merrick is our saboteur
and he is heading your way!

I can't leave
until I have this fixed.

Drop the tools
and step aside!

Okay, for the record,

out of all the Homeland
directors we've worked with,

you were my favorite.

Just do what I say,

or I'll press the dial
and I'll blow up the girl.

And chances are she's next to
one of your little friends right now.

Just take it easy.
Now, where is Gallo

and the comic book kid?

Okay, this should be
full shortly.

Once I open the canisters,

we can get the gel down
to 39 degrees

in about a minute--
then you might be safe,

no matter what
Merrick does.

(phone ringing)

Speak of the devil.

Maybe I should
talk to Merrick.

He's not insane,
but he clearly had

a laid-out plan where he
planted some bug in the rocket

so there'd be an excuse
to bring Scorpion in.

He's calculating, but with
an unknown motivation.

It-it's your mom.

Uh, answer it.

Uh, here.

(ringing continues)

Um...

Hi, Mom.

WOMAN:
Hi, honey. How you doing?

I got your message this morning.

Sorry your date was so awful.

I-I was wrong about him.

He's... he's different.

But, um...

you'd like him, Mom.

He's really smart

and, uh... a good person.

MOM:
Is everything okay?

You sound a little off.

Everything's fine.

I'm, um, I'm just watching
The Notebook again.

(chuckling):
Really?

You need to get out more.

Okay. I love you, Mom.

Love you, too.

Talk later.

(phone beeps)

Cabe, come in.

Merrick's got
the detonator.

He's demanding that you get over
here, or he's gonna use it.

I'm still not getting anything.
I need to know

that you guys don't fix whatever
it is you did to this craft!

It has to go down!

I don't want to hurt any
more people than I have to.

Now, where is Gallo?
I would tell you

if I knew where he was, okay?

Oh, wait. There he is.

(grunting)

Keep working on the turbine!

(grunts)

(yells in pain)

(grunting with effort)

Turbines are fixed!

(grunts)

(engines whirring,
powering up)

Pull that trigger,
I blow the bomb.

(rumbling, whirring)

We all gotta
get out of here.

The rocket's gearing up.
We'll get fried by

its exhaust, instantly.
You heard her.

We need to go.
Give me the detonator-- now.

It's over.
You don't get it.

I can't go.

I can't let this rocket

leave the atmosphere.
Why?

What the hell's your endgame?!
Who owns you?!

I've been on Beijing's payroll
for years,

but once I lost my
director-level access to Intel,

thanks to your team, I had to
pay my debt back in other ways.

By killing people!
By doing

what I had to,
so they don't kill me!

(grunting)

Merrick!

Oh!

Cabe, he's dead.

And this thing is about
to launch.

Let's go, or we're barbecued.

The fireball from this thing
is going to kill us!

Run! Run! Let's go!

Come on! Come on!

(engines whirring,
volume increasing)

It's taking off!

Give it everything
you got, Happy!

SYLVESTER: Rocket's trajectory
is straight.

It's not gonna crash!

The astronauts are in the clear!
So's Linda.

Good work, guys.

It's good. It's over.

(sighing with relief)

Thank God.

We should call the bomb squad,

have them safely remove
the vest.

I am not responsible
for explaining the gel

or why we put her in a box.

Linda, thank you for trusting me

to keep you safe.

(nervous chuckle)

(insistent beeping)

Oh, boy.

LINDA:
What's happening?

Why is it beeping?

The heat from the rocket chamber
must've activated

the detonator. It-it set off

the fail-safe timer.

How much time
do we have?

I don't know.
I can't see through the gel.

PAIGE:
Walter...

Oh, God. (panting)

Can't you stop it?

No. I can't.

There's no shutting it down now.

(vest beeping, Linda panting)

Um...

Okay, okay, okay.

(grunts with effort)

Here, slide this
under your vest.

(grunts)

There's enough room.
It should go through.

Careful.

It's heavy, though.

Okay?

Okay.
Yeah.

You got it?

Yeah.
Okay.

Ooh!

Oh... oh...

I dropped it!

Well, hurry up and lift it!

(grunting)

I'm trying. It's heavy!

Linda.

(panting anxiously)

Look out.
Walter!

(grunting)

WALTER:
Okay. Okay.

Now, I'm gonna slide this up

under your vest,

toward your neck. Okay?

Now, together,

we'll hold it in place.

Now, I'm gonna go behind you

and help you.
TOBY: Walter, you're in a box

with a bomb!
She can't do this on her own! Okay?

I'm gonna stay, and you
got to take cover. Now go!

Walter, there's got to be
another way to do this, Walter!

No! There's not!

(vest beeping rapidly)
Now get out of here!

Walter...

I'm scared.

You know, when I'm uncertain,
I-I calculate the odds.

This has a 48%
chance of working.

That's... less than half.

You know, more than a quarter.

Oh. Okay.

And for the record,

this was not the worst
date that I've ever--

Oh!

Walter?

What happened over there?
Is everyone okay?

(coughs)

(coughs)

(grunts)
That was a-a strange experience.

(siren approaching)
Couple broken ribs,

bruised sternum-- I can't
believe I'm saying this,

but you'll be fine.

(sighs)

Slimy but fine.

(siren approaches, stops)

I already told you, if a
genius doctor says I'm okay,

I'm okay.

You really need to go in
for observation, ma'am.

(sighs, groans)

Fine.

But, um,

could you give us
a minute, please?

Look, about today...

Oh, you've already
thanked me.

You know, the truth is
it was a...

a team effort.
No.

You know how thankful I am.

But...
you don't know how sorry I am.

I'm sorry
I was so rude to you today.

You didn't deserve that.

Stressful circumstances.
Well...

I guess everything's comin' up
roses from here on, right?

Blind dates can't seem scary

after C-4 has exploded
on top of you.

You're a very resilient woman.

Would you like to go to dinner
with me again?

Oh. No.

Right.

Is this because of the bomb?

That has a lot to do with it.

Okay.

Walter...?

You're a great guy.

I'm sure you'll make someone...

very happy one day.

And for what it's worth,

I know you didn't want
your friends to know

how awful the date was.

You shouldn't feel bad
about that.

It's normal
to want to save face.

It's funny.

Normal and I
don't usually go together.

It's just, um...

(sighs)

Sylvester found my sister,

and, uh, Toby and Happy have
some strange connection.

I-I'm...

Even though I...

I belong here,

I still stand out
as different.

Truth is, I also

worry sometimes
about being alone.

Except, in my case, a ferret
would eat me instead of a cat.

If that's your worry,

you're not as far from normal
as you think.

EMT:
Time to go.

Take care of yourself,
Mr. O'Brien.

Just remember,
these game shows,

they want to give you
their money.

It's just like
the racetrack.

You got to go in there
with fake confidence.

Cockiness, even.
No. Cocky doesn't appeal

to Joe Six-Pack.
Be bright but not too bright.

Remember, you're
a man of the people.

I'm confused.

CABE: Whew! Just got off
the horn with Homeland.

They are freaking out about

Merrick's treason.
I got to go down there

and debrief 'em on
everything he told me.

What happened
to your hipster boots?

Those damn things
almost got me killed.

Almost died trying
to be someone I'm not.

I got a VCR, I use Brylcreem,

and I love John Wayne movies.

This is who I am.

The oldest man in the world.

Not old. Experienced.

And I'm fine with myself
just the way I am.

I don't need a change.

Know what? I don't
need to change either.

My brain is my personality.

I'm gonna crush
that audition today

because I'm gonna be
the smartest person

that they'll meet all day,

and that will make me stand out.

Damn straight.

Come on. I'll give you

a lift to your audition.

There's no way
he's getting on that show.

Happy, Kovelsky's?

You buying?
No.

Got to return
the satellite dishes.

I'll grab the van around back.

Okay, Ralph. We should go home.
Oh.

Thank you for today.

Yeah, of course.

Hey, Walter...

...your date only went badly

because you were trying
to control everything.

You did a full run-through
at the restaurant,

you autoprogrammed your texts...

Admittedly, a bad idea.
And honestly,

the only thing more unnatural
than your personality

is you trying not to be
that personality.

Paige, I can't, uh...

I can't act how I normally act,

I-I can't say what
I normally say,

I can't even eat
what I normally eat

if I want people to be okay
around me.

Yes, you can.

Linda was right-- you're weird.

Crazy weird.

But be okay with it,
'cause it's...

it's great.

Um, okay, so we'll help you
clean up the goop in the morning?

Oh, actually, no.
I was gonna make

papier-mâché figures
with the ballistic gel and then

heat-dry them in a kiln,
because the gel

changes color

when you heat it up to
200 degrees Fahrenheit.

(chuckles)

Even I can hear
how bizarre that sounds.

We're in.

All right.

Let's go.

WALTER:
Yep.

Want to grab those?
Thanks.

(phone beeps,
then auto-dials)

Hi, yes. I'd like to place
a delivery order.

Okay, um, do you
have fermented fish

with cod oil?

Okay, yes, please check.

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