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WALTER: Previously on Scorpion...

Whitehull Hospital is selling the naming rights to its new pediatric ward.

If I can earn enough money,

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

I'll be on Price Is Right next week,

and I'm gonna be fully prepared.

(audience cheering, theme music playing)

Patricia Brewster! Come on down!

(screaming)

That's one of the four. My odds for being selected

have dropped precipitously.

You mirrored the breathing pattern

of the contestant screener.

You're wearing a silly T-shirt.

They know you'll be a fun contestant.

Horatio Pepper!

Come on down!

Man. Now I'm down to a .7% chance.

Actually,

it's less than that if they want

an equal number of men and women.

Stop it. You're making him nervous.

He's sweating a lot, like he swam here.

Hey! Murray Miller!

Come on down!

Oh, man, now they've selected two men. No, no.

I-I know this show. They don't always do equal genders.

I can't believe I studied every supermarket circular

within a 50-mile radius for a month.

I'm never gonna get the money for Megan's tribute.

Sylvester Dodd!

Come on down! Me! I knew it! I knew it!

(laughs)

(giggling) That's great!

You are the first four contestants

on The Price Is Right!

And now...

(shouting happily) here's your host,

Drew Carey!

(audience cheering)

CAREY: What's up, everybody?

Welcome to the show. How you feeling? Good?

Yeah! It's gonna be a great hour.

Let's get it started with the first prize

up for bids today on The Price Is Right!

GEORGE GRAY: Drew, we're gonna kick things off with a fun Ping-Pong table

from Craftgames!

$950!

Uh, usually George finishes the prize before you bid.

No need. That is a Craftgames Pro Tournament

Series 200, with aluminum alloy legs,

push-button retractable net,

and dual folding capabilities for easy storage.

$950. So, Sylvester,

what's your bid? Just kidding. We're moving on.

Murray, what do you say?

Ten to one Sly nails it.

No way. I saw you guys studying the sports catalog.

Small wager then? Been wagering a lot lately.

Yeah, I bet when I'm manic. I'm manically in love with you.

I'm aware of the pathology. I'm in control.

You want some of this action or no?

(bell dinging) Somebody got it right on the nose and gets an extra $500

right out of my pocket!

Actual retail price

is...

$950! Sylvester!

(bell dinging rapidly, audience cheering)

Yay! Yay! That's my friend!

(audience cheering)

Very good work.

Here's your $500.

Man, you were sure about that $950.

I'm certain of all facts.

All right.

I got a fact for you.

George, let him know! Sylvester,

you've got a chance to win up to

$100,000!

Yeah, Sly!

GEORGE: Because you're gonna be playing

"Pay the Rent"!

All right.

(cheering)

What you're gonna do is you're gonna take

these grocery items, put 'em in your house.

The items on the second floor

have to be more expensive

than the one in the mailbox... Every floor needs

to cost more than the level below it. Got it. Okay.

Mailbox, first floor, first floor, second floor,

second floor, attic. Uh, we should really, uh,

tell you about the products first. Uh, no need.

I'm going straight for the $100,000.

(cheering)

Mailbox, first floor, first floor,

second floor, second floor, attic.

Ask Amber. She'll tell you.

Show-show the prices.

That's not normally how we do it.

Uh... Is Sylvester right?

GEORGE: Holy cow!

$100,000!

(cheering, theme music playing)

Congratulations!

100,000 bucks! Sylvester won!

(cheering)

Morning, big winner.

Whoa. You doing an inventory on your booty?

If I can get just 90% of the retail price

for my showcase prizes, plus the 100K in cash,

then I will be halfway to naming the Megan Dodd Pediatric Wing.

Year's supply of motor oil; new bedroom set...

Is this Egyptian cotton?

20 bucks I can guess the thread count.

1,500. Is it 1,500?

Pathetic.

Pathetic?

That's a little harsh to say to your hunk.

Question is, hunk of what?

More time I spend with him, the more racing forms

and bookie slips I find all over his apartment.

And this is news to you?

The extent of it is.

Look, you're learning your way through a new romance.

Before Toby, what was your longest relationship?

I had an orbital sander for nine years.

Hi.

Yeah, I'm lookin' for Cabe Gallo.

Um, okay. Could we tell him who's asking?

I'm a friend.

WALTER: Yeah, we're just

looking for a name. MAN: And what are you,

the Census Bureau?

TOBY: I know what he wants.

We're not on the job. So what's your play?

SYLVESTER: Not on the job?

But we work here.

Means we're not cops.

CABE: Mick Doherty!

MICK: Gallo.

Are you still usin' that Crisco in your hair?

Well, I didn't recognize you in clothes without stripes

and a number across your chest.

What's it been,

ten years? MICK: At least.

Got a minute to talk to me?

Yeah.

Follow me.

(exhales)

I'm in trouble.

Yeah, no kiddin'.

Why else would you risk being this close to law enforcement?

Are you in danger?

How's Lorraine?

Well, sadly, Lorraine always liked a straight flush

more than a crooked con.

Had to let it end.

But I'm in deep.

That deal you set up with me and the feds will not protect me.

I need help.

I want to make a trade.

A trade? Yeah.

With what? Intel.

I got dirt on some real bad players.

I give up what I know,

I want out.

Out of the country.

I just want to be gone and be safe.

Yeah, I'd love to help you...

but you're gonna have to give the info to the Feds.

I'm with Homeland now.

Yeah, I know. I heard.

I read about you and your little genius team.

One I can't risk getting stuck in any quicksand.

I'm not dealin' dirty here, Cabe.

Lots of people-- innocent people--

could get killed.

Killed? How?

Keep your voice down.

We don't want anybody hearing this.

You kidding me?

We only heard all of it.

Mick and I are from the same block

in Brooklyn.

Little League,

made our confirmations together...

Stillwell Avenue.

TOBY: Stillwell Avenue?

You know The Hustle?

He ran a card game out of a bookmobile?

I did.

He's dead.

CABE: Anyway, 15 years ago,

Mick makes his way out to Los Angeles.

Was gettin' too hot in New York.

But it's hotter in L.A.

He means the cops were onto him.

And they eventually caught me,

even out here,

but luckily, Cabe stepped up.

Well, all I did was help Mick cut a deal with the Feds...

So, like, in the movies.

He was a rat.

Rats turn on their friends, kid.

I help prevent things

where people could get hurt.

Yes, you mentioned people might get killed.

Exactly.

So why not tell your Fed pals like you have been doing?

'Cause I'm onto something big.

I give it to the Feds, they'll make me testify.

They won't honor my deal with them.

So you want to trade on data

that might or might not affect the safety of others

so you can get something from the government?

This seems shady... this is not what we do.

She's right. It isn't.

So you're gonna have to download the Intel to me

and trust me that I can help you.

All right.

I've been running with a guy

named Patrick Grady for a while now.

He's into import/export of high-end vehicles.

Smuggler.

On the nose.

If you're one of the heavy hitters

who buys classic Lambos and Ferraris,

you've got Customs on your payroll,

so you don't have to wait for your toys.

Well, Grady gets their cars all ready for 'em, ships 'em out,

but not before stashing away

whatever he wants to get in or out of the country.

Drugs, jewels, art...

How do stolen goods relate to life and death?

I was in the basement of one of Grady's warehouses.

I overheard a phone call

between he and a person with a Spanish accent.

A government official in Balio.

Central American nation of nine million;

settled by Spain in the 16th century...

No mas oral report, por favor. Go on.

MICK: Well, whoever Grady was talkin' to

was sweatin' the details:

It's a dangerous shipment; can't be exposed to light;

has to be kept

above minus 30, below 60 degrees.

That fits all the criteria of a biological agent.

Someone also used the phrase "toxic biotic materials."

What else did you hear?

Payday: $5 million.

Whoever wants this shipped to Balio wants it bad.

WALTER: What could we do?

It's not like we can just walk

into a criminal enterprise and start looking around.

Why not? Import/export businesses

are software dependent--

setting up shipping rates, docking schedules,

customs...

If Grady trusts you, just tell him you know a company

that can streamline his system.

Yeah, and once my guys are in,

they can look around for any evidence of a bioweapon,

and if so, when and how it was shipped.

WALTER: "If so"?

Cabe...

since when did we start getting involved in speculation?

Hey, Mick, give us a minute.

Well, now, what's the story?

'Cause if anyone else

came in here with a half-baked theory like his,

you'd ask for concrete evidence before getting us involved.

We deserve the truth, Cabe.

When I was 13 years old,

I was surrounded by a bunch of older kids

when I was carrying the payroll

for my granddaddy's masonry company.

I was done for.

Mick showed up out of nowhere

and knocked the head kid on his ass.

Kid lost an eye.

Mick goes to juvie, gets out when he's 18,

the cement's dry-- he's a criminal.

All because he helped me.

WALTER: Okay, no offense,

but do we need to get involved

with some hood just because

you owe him a childhood debt?

Mick's always been straight with me.

What if he's right?

What if some smuggler's

gonna get a big payday

by shipping something incredibly dangerous?

And we knew and we did nothing.

That would be bad.

All right, fine.

Between me, Happy and Toby

we cover computers, cars

and the psychology of criminals.

So we quickly go in, search his hard drive,

see if we can find some shipping data that supports Mick's story.

Now, if we do, we call the authorities,

and if we don't...

too bad for Mick. We're out.

Fair enough.

Once Mick gives us the okay,

you're gonna have to play it cool in there.

We're posing as computer techs.

I think we can handle it.

I'm sure we can outsmart some thugs.

Don't underestimate thugs.

I once slipped some dice into a crap game

that may or may not have been loaded,

and now these three fingers don't bend the way they used to.

Lovely.

Hey, that's a story with a happy ending.

I got a million that actually turn out bad.

Speaking of criminals,

did one of you guys take two quarts

of my game show motor oil?

Yes, I'm putting it on my salad right now.

Look at Mick's heap.

It's leaking oil like a sieve.

Nice. He's in our garage

for ten minutes and he steals from us.

It's two cans of oil, for Pete's sake.

Mick's a good guy,

he's just been dealt a bad hand.

Any one of us could be a lost Picasso.

What, now?

It's an expression.

I know what it means-- something with unseen value

that's wasted. It's a bit of an artsy-fartsy

analogy for you.

It's a turn of phrase. I just said it.

Your psyche chose art for a reason.

No one "just says" anything.

Shut up. Why did I just say that?

WALTER: Oh.

Here he comes.

Okay, it's all set. Spoke to Grady.

You just walk right on in.

You're not coming with us?

I think it's best I be long gone

when you guys bust in, so I can keep breathing.

That's a good idea. You need to get some distance

from this thing.

I'll stay out here in case things get hinky.

Yeah, don't worry, Cabe's always right on the Monet.

I-I mean money.

What's with you and art?

Get out.

(bell dings) Hey.

We're meeting Mr. Grady?

Oh, Mick's people?

Yeah.

Follow me.

Wait right here.

Right.

(whispers): I got a bad feeling about this.

Why?

That's why.

(grunting)

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When I said I had a million stories that turned out bad,

they all started out like this.

PAIGE: Walter, what is going on?

They won't talk until they know it's safe.

Or else they risk giving away they've got comms in.

(engine revs, tires screech)

(car horn honks)

What the hell did you just do?! Nothing!

I told Grady's guys they were cool.

They said send them in.

I got to go after them.

No, no, no. We got to let this play out.

He wants to see if law enforcement's

gonna follow these guys.

If you trail them and get made,

they're dead, pal.

Wait here. TOBY: Last time he said that,

we got bags over our heads.

Pantera.

Aventador.

Sting Ray.

HAPPY: That Pantera's the sexiest thing

I've ever seen.

Second sexiest.

Sorry about the black ops.

I've got millions in cars here.

Best to keep the location under wraps.

That's logical.

We understand.

Mick says you can upgrade my system?

Get my cars in and out of the country faster?

(engine roaring in distance)

From the sound of it, your cars are already moving pretty fast.

Yeah, well, my boys, they gotta test out their handiwork, no?

WALTER: To answer your question--

with the right software, we can exploit

inefficiencies in the Customs' protocol.

And if we can see your hard drives,

then we can start to run an analysis for you.

Come with me.

Okay.

Okay, Grady's got warehouses all over the place.

But the only one with room to drag race is in Pedro.

I know the place. Follow me.

Hey, if you're playing a game with me,

it's a bad idea.

I wouldn't do that to you.

You want to find your friends or not?

PAIGE: I am not comfortable

with our guys trapped with some hoods without Cabe.

Cabe is on his way to them now.

And you're not worried?

I am, that's why I'm channeling

my nervous energy into my research-- look here.

Balio, the country that Mick says

might be involved with this biological agent,

is a Central American government in turmoil.

Many groups are disenfranchised by a dictatorial regime, but

it seems the administration's biggest threat

comes from the indigenous Aztec population

that is starting to gain international support.

Support for what?

Getting confiscated land back,

equal protection under the law-- you name it.

They only make up five percent of the population,

but they are starting to upset the apple cart.

What the hell does this have to do with a possible bioweapon?

I have no idea.

But that is why our friends are sneaking

around an export shop, investigating the theory

of a serial felon from Cabe's childhood.

Thanks for letting us look around.

A diagnostic shouldn't take long.

All right, I'll leave you to it. Okay.

Okay, we're alone. Walter's checking the database

for any bio-hazardous shipping shenanigans.

So far, the odds are low.

Basic search is turning up nothing.

I'll still keep looking.

You know, my Bronx bookie, Albino Pete,

he kept his bets on the backs of candy wrappers,

hidden in the seat of his daughter's tricycle.

Another winner.

Well, my point is

that there's a chance Shady Grady

keeps all his records non-digital as well.

Happy and I should poke around.

CABE: Be careful!

These guys catch you sticking your nose

where it doesn't belong, they cut it off.

How we gonna sneak around with these guys around?

Guys like Grady live by their machismo.

They can't lose face.

We can get them all outside in about a minute.

Just follow my lead.

Excuse me?

Mr. Grady? Happy and I,

we don't involved with the computer work

until Walter's ready for the software installation.

Do you mind if we check out these rides?

Yeah, we're car nuts.

Look around.

If you have a million five, feel free to pick up a starter model.

Oh, speaking of the value of these cars,

I have to say, letting your employees drag race them

is quite irresponsible. Excuse me?

It's not like any of these guys are gonna win Le Mans.

I don't let them drive the eight-figure models.

And my guys are good drivers.

I'm sure they're competent, but, see, we're scientists.

We know mechanics and wind resistance,

angles and vectors,

our friend Walter, he's done pretty well

in a few street races himself.

I can smell a degenerate gambler

a mile away. Hmm.

You wouldn't be setting me up

for a little wager, would you?

Indeed I am.

I like the action.

And I like Walter

over any of your guys.

You win, we work for free.

We win, you double our fee.

What are you getting me into?

What are you getting him into?

Okay, here are the rules.

Ready, set... Tommy drops the rag,

down to the end marker,

back to the start.

Tie... goes to the house.

HAPPY: You know what? You boys can have

your carburetor measuring contest.

I'm gonna go finish up the work

that Walter should be doing.

PAIGE: Walter, you have to stall this race

as long as you can, so Happy has enough time

to search the records.

Okay, before we race,

I would like to inspect both cars,

make sure that there's

no nitrous or other

hidden oxygen supply systems, yeah?

Oh, damn it.

Oh... damn it.

I presume from the number of “damn its”

that Happy hasn't found anything yet.

Don't get in the car yet, Walter.

You need to drag this out.

Sure, they're both V8's,

but how do I know that you haven't

put fuel additives in your car?

You don't.

Are we gonna do this?

Sure.

After you siphon fuel from both tanks

and we compare the tint.

(laughs)

You believe this guy?

Okay, forget it. There is nothing here.

TOBY: No, no, no, no!

My instincts are screaming. If there's a big-money shipment,

these guys are gonna treat it like a big-money bet.

All details

are written down and stashed away.

They're cons. You got to think sneaky.

I'm telling you

there is nothing here but cheap furniture,

bad fluorescent lighting and, uh,

a lot of chipped paint covering up old crown molding.

Hold on.

You find something?

Maybe.

This is a mid-century

L.A. crap-shack warehouse,

not a New England Victorian.

Why would there be crown molding?

Guys, I found something.

Faxes from a library in Balio.

Fax instead of an e-mail, so it can't get traced.

Use a public line from a library,

so anybody could've had access.

They just keep referring to the package,

how it has to be kept in a certain temperature range.

It sounds bio to me.

(tires screech)

Check for shipping information--

where it came from, where it's going.

HAPPY: Don't see that here.

But there is an address

for something called a midnight elevator

a day ago. That's a midnight pick-up.

It's 819 North Eagle Street.

Now, that's close. We'll do a drive-by.

See if we find any clues there that are useful.

We will?

Almost done, right now, here-here we are.

You looked at the fuel.

You checked the engines.

Now we race.

Okay, okay.

Son, Happy's still searching.

So don't let those guys back inside.

I will race-- I just want to go over the ground rules

one last time. (laughs)

Let me ask you--

does it hurt when you lay eggs?

Are you calling me a chicken?

No.

A chicken would've raced by now.

Walter, he's goading you.

He's trying to play on your ego to get you to do something

before you're ready to do it.

Oh, man, he is going to race.

I have an idea.

Let's race.

Good idea.

This place looks condemned.

It's still locked up.

Looks like no one's been here for a while.

No, there's fresh footprints in this mud.

Someone was definitely here recently.

No, no, no, no!

Now is the time that we call the police.

So the cops can come in, arrest Grady and his men,

and they all clam up

before we know where the bio weapon may be?

Bad plan.

And look, the door's unlocked.

That doesn't mean we should go in.

(quietly): Come on. (quietly): Oh, Paige.

CABE: Happy, doesn't this thing need a special storage facility

since it has to remain in a specific temperature range?

Yes, I am looking.

(engines rev)

(men shouting in distance)

(revving engine)

Ready!

Uh, definitely not ready.

(engine revving)

Set!

HAPPY: Walter!

I'm gonna kill you.

(engine idling, rumbling)

PAIGE: Guys, this is bad.

We found a makeshift lab here.

Somebody bugged out quick.

Oh, boy.

I am looking at biohazard labels with a genome string on it.

Sly, read it aloud to Toby!

T-G-C-T-C-C...

T-A-T-C...

C-C-G-A.

Hold up! Back to the “C-C” part!

Say it again!

Walt, I need more time.

Uh, you need to lose and challenge the guy to a rematch.

Lose?

That's not gonna happen.

Walt. SYLVESTER: Okay, I'm ready.

C-C-T-A-

T-C-C-C-

G-A.

Toby, you hear what I hear?

Yes, that whole string is a common cold virus,

but that C-C-T runner in the middle,

that's a mitochondrial gene,

unique to people of Mesoamerican descent.

Like Aztecs found in Balio?

TOBY: Yes, exactly like the Aztecs in Balio.

This weapon is designed to spread via the common cold

while attacking a specific gene

that's only found in that particular race of people.

That's how the Balio regime can take out their indigenous people

without endangering the rest of the population.

They're smuggling a genocide bomb.

Told you I was telling you the truth.

And low-end smugglers are okay with mass death?

Oh, with these guys, once they heard $5 million,

all they saw was sandy beaches and rum drinks.

(groaning)

Uh, Walter just won.

Happy, you're out of time.

They'll all be back inside in minutes.

We need to find that weapon now.

Maybe I could've, but Walter had to beat Mario Andretti

instead of buying me time.

(sighs anxiously) Are they on their way in?

Some of them. Get out of there.

Uh, just a few more pages.

Let's go, I can't pay you double if you don't do the work.

Forget the records. Just get out.

Okay, I found it.

Grady rented a refrigerated locker by the airport.

It's 225 Box Car Avenue, locker 17.

(gun cocks) MAN: What the hell?!

Patrick, these guys are going through our papers.

They're LEOs.

Whoa, we're not law enforcement officers.

Though born in August, I'm no Leo.

Get in the warehouse now.

All right.

CABE: You got to go

before things jump off and someone sees you with me.

(car engine starts)

Hey!

You have been dishonest since you walked in.

I will not be so rude.

So tell me who you're with,

or one of you gets shot in ten seconds.

Simple enough?

We're with Mick.

(groans)

Now you have five.

It's okay, just-just give...

Four, three... give us some more time...

two...

♪ ♪

Get in!

WALTER: Get up! Get up! Get up!

Everyone okay? Yes, we're all right.

I'm not. My heart's racing.

Speaking of racing, we got to haul ass

over to that refrigerated storage facility and secure it.

We don't want to lose that weapon.

SYLVESTER: "Sorry, pal, I had to take my shot. Mick."

Cabe must have flipped out when he saw that.

I don't know what pissed him off more:

no bioweapons at the storage facility,

or Mick stealing the weapon for himself.

I guess Grady wasn't the only one who was thinking

about sandy beaches and rum drinks.

It's got to suck to have a friend

stab you in the back like that.

I just got off with the Border Patrol.

They're searching 30 cars deep

into the line to get into Tijuana,

but nothing yet. Okay, what about Canada?

Eh, Mick and the cold weather, they don't get along.

It's the whole reason he moved out here

from New York in the first place.

He's heading south.

I know this guy.

If you knew him that well,

you would have seen the double-cross coming.

Your sticking your mouth in the lion's head, Doc.

SYLVESTER: It's been a few hours.

You think maybe he's waiting on something before he leaves?

At a primal level,

only three things will stop someone on the run.

Family...

Mick's got no family.

...lack of money or resources...

No, he's got five million waiting for him

if he can get to Balio and make that delivery.

...or love.

HAPPY: We listened through the door.

He said he dumped his girl Lorraine

because she was gambling too much.

Not an illogical position.

Maybe not a truthful one either.

Doc said maybe I don't know Mick as well as I think I do,

so maybe I was wrong to believe that he was leaving Lorraine.

I mean, he was crazy about that woman.

The sun rose and set on her.

Guy like him, you think he cares

if his girl likes to throw chips in the middle?

He's probably got a seat next to her at the table.

WALTER: Okay, so let's assume that they're still together.

Logical thing to do, to throw us off the scent.

She's been waiting all alone for him

to pull off that big score today.

Anxious. Nervous.

And what calms the nerves of an addicted gambler

more than a few hands of Texas hold 'em.

If we're right and she's holed up somewhere waiting for him,

she's gonna go someplace she knows,

someplace calm and familiar to her.

My guess is either that roach trap

next to the Diamond Earl Casino

or the one near the Silver Shoes Card Room.

Not that I know both intimately.

CABE: Paige and Happy can cover the Diamond Earl.

Walter, Toby and I can head over to the Card Room.

What's Lorraine's last name?

Winters.

So, Sly, you find a photo of her online,

get it to all the border patrol agents.

Also shut down her credit cards and Mick's.

On it.

Wait, hold on.

Isn't this a shot in the dark?

The chemist that was paid to make that bioweapon

is in the wind, and we don't know

who they're shipping it to in Balio.

All we got is the guy who stole it,

and if we don't find him, a million people can die.

So we take that shot.

♪ ♪

Look at this place.

Desperate people rarely live well.

Man, Mick really pulled the wool over Cabe's eyes, didn't he?

He did.

Is that what you're worried about?

Cabe getting tricked?

I just can't believe Toby used to live like he did.

I mean, I knew he gambled,

but the bookies, broken fingers and no-tell motels...

I-I don't like thinking about him like that.

You don't like thinking about him becoming that again.

I'm just wondering what kind of wagon I hitched my star to.

TOBY: Uh, this is it.

Exactly as advertised.

Second floor, far left.

CABE: And there she is, pacing like crazy.

She's waiting for her man.

Yeah, well, she's not the only one waiting for her man.

Grady's got two guys in the room right next to her,

and Lorraine has no idea.

Oh yeah.

Yeah, well, they'll be waiting for a while.

This oil is fresh and clear; it's new.

It's game-show new.

I knew he stole my oil.

Maybe it's just another leaky car.

Leaking fresh oil from a spot

with a perfect vantage point of Lorraine's room.

That is a big coincidence.

PAIGE: So let's call the cops and get her out of there.

Mick'll never cut a deal with the cops.

But if we can get her out of there, he'll cut a deal with me.

He knows I'm a man of my word, unlike him.

Now, how do we get her out of there

when she's surrounded by guys with guns?

Let's call her and make a plan.

CABE: You're a gambling man, what do you think the odds are

that Grady's men have paid off the clerk

to listen to calls coming into her room?

Does she have a TV?

Yeah, it's on.

Then we're gonna speak with her directly.

We just need to build a television studio.

Okay. (grunts)

Now use your pocketknife to strip this cable.

What's the game plan? Connecting the phone

to the inner conductor of the coaxial cable.

WALTER: Great.

Why?

Oh, you'll see.

And so will Lorraine.

MAN: Here's the forecast for the week.

Monday, we have 82. Tuesday...

Lorraine.

I can't see or hear you.

But I know you can see and hear me.

Cabe. I think you got her attention.

I know it's been a while since you've seen me.

Mick's in trouble, and so are you.

Grady's got two guys in the room next to you,

and they know that you both double-crossed him.

Only I can help you.

♪ ♪

CABE: You can't leave the room. They're watching.

So you're gonna have to trust me.

Okay, Lorraine, we're ready.

You know Mick always trusted me.

And I need you to trust me now too.

Go to the AC unit.

Reach your hand through the vent.

You're gonna find a rope.

I need you to untie the knot and pull it towards you.

And then tie it around the metal brace.

Okay, this is gonna be loud.

They'll hear it, so you're gonna have to move fast.

Stand back.

One, two, three.

What the hell was that?

Guys, our neighbors heard you.

Get her out the back window

before they get in the front door.

Lorraine, use the junction boxes to get down.

I can't do this.

You have to! You have to do it now!

Hurry.

(pounding on door) Open up!

(man shouting indistinctly)

Come on. Come on, come on, come on. Let's go.

Open the door!

Come on, you can do this.

Come on!

(pounding on door)

All right, let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

(engine revving, tires screeching)

Lorraine, Mick is way over his head on this one.

Now, he didn't steal a car or hold up a craps game.

He's got something that could kill a lot of people.

And if he tries to play games with these buyers,

they'll kill him.

He always figures things out.

He'll get me back.

We'll be together. That's it.

(cell phone rings)

I don't know this number. It's a burner.

Mick? MICK: Hey, Lorraine.

You okay, baby?

How'd you know we have her?

Went back by the motel.

Cops were there; they said someone tore out the wall.

Know your style, Gallo.

Now we both know you're not the type to hurt an innocent lady,

so just let her go.

You're bluffin' with a low pair.

Low pair's a bad hand.

I'm about to smack a bad hand into your low pair.

CABE: You're right!

I wouldn't hurt an innocent.

But she's not innocent.

I can make these accessory charges stick,

she's going away for a long time!

Baby, he's scarin' me here.

You said I couldn't be implicated.

Why don't you just come in and...

Cabe could work something out for you?

Yeah, that ain't gonna happen.

This thing is worth

$5 million.

It's my final score.

I hope things work out for you, baby.

Are you kidding me!?

You listen to me.

If innocent people die

because you didn't speak...

you're never gonna see the daylight again.

Now, this is your last chance

to come clean and save yourself.

All right.

He mentioned something about heading south.

Chartering a boat to Balio.

We were gonna live

like royalty there.

Guests of the government.

PAIGE: Well, he might get his wish.

"South" is a pretty general description

and we have no idea where he's going.

WALTER: Not necessarily.

He said he just swung by the motel.

So if he is driving down to his boat,

he doesn't want to have car troubles

that could slow him down

or draw attention to him.

And since he doesn't have any more of my oil to steal...

And the rest was leaking from his car...

That means he has to hit a gas station

before he goes on the freeway.

The closest gas station to the motel

and the freeway entrance

is at the corner of Stilton and Barrow!

HAPPY: Okay, that's not far.

By the time he drives there, buys oil,

pours two liters into his car, gasses up...

PAIGE: You can be there!

You can be there already

if you stop talking and go!

Happy, take your truck. Let's go, come on!

Take Green, it's clear.

It'll get you right onto Barrow.

Guys, if there's a line for gas or a wait to buy oil,

he could be there.

I'll handle this.

I don't want anyone getting hurt.

Coming up on Stilton.

I see the gas station. No one there.

On Barrow. Nothing here either.

There he goes.

He's heading toward that onramp!

If he gets on that freeway

and he finds out we're after him,

in the state he's in, he could kill someone.

I see him!

I'll force him onto the service road.

(tires squeal) Aah!

What the hell?

(phone ringing)

Gallo, that you on my tail?

CABE: No, that's Happy.

I'm the headlight headed right toward you.

Playing chicken.

Like we used to on our bikes.

Oh, yeah, head-on collision with a bioweapon in his car.

This is ill-advised.

So is letting him get away with that damn canister.

There's no other choice.

But, Cabe, I always won at chicken.

Doesn't have to end this way, buddy.

That's your call! You're the only vote that counts.

I would like a vote in this. You're boxed in.

I've always had your back and you burned me.

This is your last shot to get it right.

I got nothing in my life

but this $5 million canister next to me.

That's a shame, 'cause I'm not letting you cash it in.

HAPPY: Uh, Cabe,

I'm gonna slow down now.

(horns honking) WALTER: Yeah, we should, too.

Ten seconds until impact!

I'm not blinking.

Me, either.

(horn blaring)

I'm not blinking! WALTER: Three, two, one...

(horns blaring)

Cabe! I'm not blinking!

(engine sputtering)

Out of the car with your hands up!

Ah! Ah...

(exhales)

Well...

you finally won at chicken.

(grunts) Mick Doherty,

you're under arrest!

You have the right to remain silent.

(grunts)

Want to know the sad thing?

You're still the best friend I ever had.

Bingo! I just got a bid from a guy

willing to buy all the designer soap

at ten bucks a bottle!

I am cleaning up...

which is ironic, because I'm giving away all my soap.

Grady and his men have been apprehended.

The CDC is destroying the bioweapon.

Lorraine's not gonna face charges.

Mick won't testify against her, if you can believe that.

The State Department's

looking into Balio's activities.

All in all, it worked.

Thank you. Sure.

Listen, I, uh, owe you all an apology.

I should've listened to you

when you warned me about trusting Mick,

but I wanted to believe that he could change.

Because of that,

I put you all at risk, and that's unforgiveable.

Truth is, no one changes.

And I should've known that.

I'm sorry. Truly.

PAIGE: Well, Cabe,

you were only trying to see the best in Mick

when everyone else just saw a criminal.

Just like you saw the best with this team,

when everyone just saw misfits.

That's a really

wonderful trait and you don't have to apologize for it.

Thank you, kiddo.

You're welcome.

You know, I guess,

while we're in the apologizing spirit,

I suppose I owe you all one, too.

My ego and my pride have always been my Achilles heel

and today I-I let a buffoon

egg me into a contest

instead of buying more time, which is what we needed.

He literally egged you on by claiming you laid eggs.

That's funny.

I take back my apology

as it pertains to you.

TOBY: I'm the only one

whose vice helped this team.

If it weren't for my gambling,

we wouldn't have found Lorraine,

which led to Mick, which led to us saving

the fine Aztec people of Balio.

My vice is a virtue.

I never need to change,

and I owe an apology to no one.

Hey.

You. Me.

Talk now.

Ah, the missus...

Yes, my turtledove?

Aah! My nurple!

You're an idiot. What for?

I just saved the Aztecs.

You really think that the gambling is a positive?

You think you don't need to change?

That this is good for you?

Well, if I answer honestly,

are you gonna be mad at me?

Listen, stupid...

I grew up bouncing

from foster family to group home and back again.

One thing they all had in common...

they all promised they'd be the last one.

They all promised stability,

security and happiness.

And today, I see someone

who has the potential to be unreliable.

Of disappearing back into marathon poker games

and betting sessions in a bookmobile with The Hustle.

I cannot have the rug

pulled out from under me again.

I won't.

I love you.

My gambling...

it's a shadow of what it was.

Are you kidding?

You've been betting like crazy.

I told you:

that's 'cause I'm manically thrilled about us

and that is how my pathology plays out.

All right.

Listen, this is easy to fix.

Got a, um...

$75 scratch off,

$12 exacta box for 180 bucks,

and... and my picks for the weekend games.

I swear I'm never gonna gamble again.

Ever.

You heard Cabe. People don't change.

I'm not changing.

I made one last monster bet.

I'm gambling

that a skinny, moderately good-looking

pain-in-the-neck like me can land someone like you.

It's the biggest gamble of my life.

Okay?

Okay.

WALTER: Do you really believe that people can't change?

Unfortunately, I do, son.

Good.

Because Toby is pretty astute,

and he saw a connection with art imbedded in your psyche,

so I hacked some of your private records.

I'm not sure I appreciate that.

With pure intentions.

Anyway, I found that you took some classes

at a high school for the arts in Brooklyn.

I took a lot of heat for that.

Boys in my neighborhood didn't paint.

Mick always had my back.

He thought it was cool I was artistic.

Well, it obviously still means something to you, so...

I signed you up for a class at the community college.

The session starts at 9:00 tonight.

Oh, I don't know, kid.

Well, it's already paid for,

so... consider it.

♪ ♪

So tonight, we're going to be working with

Light Portrait Pink and Titanium White.

Is something wrong?

No, it's just... (sighs)

I'm not sure if I'm still a guy who paints.

Did you paint once?

Yes.

Why?

'Cause I liked it.

My friend encouraged me.

Sounds like a good friend.

He was.

He was.

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