All language subtitles for Scorpion - 02x19 - Ticker.DIMENSION.English.HI.C

The 2016 ScorpiOlympics
has been a nail-biter.

And next up is
the Brain-Freeze Slalom,

in which these finely tuned
mathletes

chug 44-ounce
Coldee Freezees

and attempt to solve
the Viennese binomial theorem,

whatever that is.

(blows whistle)

And they're off!

Toby takes an early lead,

Happy just on his tail.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Sly is just really struggling

from a major, major
brain freeze.

That must be painful.

Oh! And in a stunning upset,

Dr. Curtis steals the gold

in a category Sly Dodd
should've run away with.

These drinks are
6.4 degrees Fahrenheit.

Given the speed

pain receptors send signals
to the trigeminal nerve,

not having a physical reaction
is impossible!

What's this?

He coated his mouth
with almond butter

to reduce
the capillary constriction.

RALPH: Performance-enhancing
nut butters

aren't allowed.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Okay, disqualified
for shenanigans.

I already gave up gambling. If
I give up cheating, what's left?

Cheaters never prosper.
Why are you

so ornery today?

What, did you get
more rejection letters?

Three of my last four options.

No game show in the U.S.
or Mexico will have me

since I crushed it
on The Price Is Right,

which, by the way, is the
only show with integrity.

WALTER:
Can you please keep it down?

Your games are interrupting
my research.

Taking gold in Freestyle
Buzzkill, Walter O'Brien.

Want to join our Olympics?

No, I take issue
with the Olympics.

They started in 776 BC.

And with an average duration
of three weeks

and 5,000 athletes per Games,
that is one...

134 million man-hours.

Exactly.

Think about all the progress
that we could've made

if the ancient Greeks
had done work instead

of seeing who could throw
heavy objects the furthest.

Least they could throw.

Maybe you're against playing
'cause you have a rag arm.

That's false.

Think you can win,

197? Prove it.

PAIGE:
Oh.

A new turn of events

for the ScorpiOlympics.

Walter O'Brien calculates
weight, distance,

aerodynamics, and...

throws!

Oh.

(Sylvester cries out)

Yeah, the beans
shifted in the bag,

throwing off the trajectory.

Bag's not the only thing
full of beans.

HAPPY:
O'Brien, heads up.

I need to buy a new lens
for my microscope.

That guy doesn't respect
the game.

(phone beeps)
Call Know-It-All.

FEMALE VOICE:
Calling Know-It-All.

(phone rings)

Let me guess,
you want a rematch.

You need to turn
the Bunsen burner off in my lab.

Okay. You've been buried
in that lab for weeks now.

Want to know why?
Nope.

'Cause dating blew up
in your face

and you're retreating
to your comfort zone, work.

Listen, would you just please
shut it off for me.

Thank you.
(phone beeps off)

(tires screech)

Mr. O'Brien.

Yes.
Doctor's still behind.

You'll be seen
shortly.

You know, I'm really fine.

I'm sure you are,
but you were in an accident.

We got to do a full CT workup,
all right?

So just hold tight.

How's it goin'?

Head injury, huh?

Apparently.

Are you experiencing
double vision?

Ringing in your ears?

No.
No.

Vertigo? Nausea?

Neck pain? TMJ?
No, Doctor,

I'm-I'm fine. I'd just...
I-I would really like to go.

(chuckles)
Uh, I, actually...

Uh, I'm not a doctor.

But many people think I'm a
doctor because I wear this coat.

But, you know,
I just like to wear white.

And the California Bar
ruled that, uh,

I'm allowed to wear it in here.

You're a lawyer.

Yes.

That's my card.

And since you've identified me
as an attorney on your own

and told me you're feeling okay,

I'm allowed to give you that
without violating

any solicitation rules.

Heywood Ja-help-em?

Ja-help...
That's a unique middle name.

Actually, it's pronounced,
uh, Ja-help-me,

as in, "Hey, Would Ya Help Me?"

(chuckles)

I had it legally changed
for business purposes.

Back of your card looks
like a $20 bill.

It's cool, right?

Yeah, that's so
if people throw 'em away,

you know, other folks
will come by and be like,

"Oh, cool, $20."
They'll pick 'em up

and then they'll be like,
"Oh, it's a lawyer."

And then they'll...
A lot of people throw 'em away.

NURSE: Heywood, we've told you
we don't want you

hanging around the ER.

Bernice, we're having
a conversation here.

Counting to three, I'm calling
the Bar Association. One...

Uncool, Bernice.

...two...
Uh, in any case,

I'm really glad
you're feeling better.

But if you feel
a turn,

Heywood Jahelpme...

by giving me a call
and letting me be your lawyer?

Oh. Um...

Yeah, sure.

(chuckles)
Oh, okay. Great.

Cool.

(nurse hangs up receiver)

Hi. I'm Jennifer Pearson.

I-I got a call.

We're here for my daughter
Olivia's heart transplant.

We've been expecting you. Since
you were moved up on the list,

there's a few more
forms to sign.

Olivia, if you just want to have
a seat, we'll be right with you.

Um, you want to go sit
right there?

Okay.

Heart transplant, huh?

Yep. Bump?

Yeah.

I win.

(chuckles)
You're humorous.

That's good. You know,
humor is proven to

boost the immune response
and speed recovery.

Not that you need
to be concerned.

40 years ago, heart transplants
were in their infancy,

but with modern medicine,
you'll be just... fine.

I know. Just in time, too.

My color's graying,
fingers are cold,

my heart's ejection fraction
is 12%.

(chuckles) I... read a lot
about my condition.

That's an advanced book
for someone your age.

I've been around
so many doctors,

I decided to become one.

Figure I can help kids like me.

Greater good.

You should make sure that your
friends collect your schoolwork

while you recover
so you don't fall behind.

My teachers
will send my work home.

Not your friends?

I don't get out a lot.

Miss a lot of school.

It's tough making friends.

All because one organ
in your body

wasn't built
like everyone else's.

I know how that feels.

(coughing)

Hey, hey, sweetie.

Oh. You know what, um,
let's go get you some water.

PAIGE:
Walter.

Are you okay?

Yeah, it's a
minor contusion.

Uh, the guy who
hit me is also okay.

He got sent home.

Speaking of which...
Whoa, hold on.

Did you get your head examined?

Yes. By more than 20 specialists

throughout my childhood.

You know what he means.

You need diagnostic tests.

What I need is
to get back to work.

You know,
if today's taught me anything,

it's to make every second count.

So based on
my genetics

and projected
scientific advancements,

my life expectancy
is at 90 years.

My life is
more than a third over.

Want to trade?

Okay, that girl over there,

she is getting a heart
transplant and she's still

thinking about
future productivity.

I have a bump.

I stopped my research
to play games today.

That's not gonna happen again.

I'm gonna use my life for
what is most important,

and that is work.

Well, as long as you have
your priorities straight.

DOCTOR:
Make room!

Prep Trauma Bay One with
two milligrams of lorazepam,

D50, and clear the CT scanner.
Ma'am, please,

out of the way!
They're not treating him properly.

That's not just a seizure.
Clear the CT scanner. Sir, please.

I'm a doctor. Is this man
also running a fever?

Come on, let's go.

If he has a fever,

he could very well have
the Nibori virus.

Look at the beginning

of ulcers by his nostrils.
These are

post-surgical complications,
likely the result of infection.

Now, sir, please step aside.

Those are indicative
of the Nibori virus!

Sir, you are preventing me from
treating this patient. Security!

I don't often play
the med school card,

but I went to Harvard.

Seriously?
You are giving

this man improper care.
Run the test.

Don't go anywhere.

If you're right,
I'm gonna want to talk to you.

If you're wrong,
I'm gonna have you arrested.

Let's go.

Well, you make friends
wherever we go.

(elevator bell dings)

(man speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

So much for not wasting
the rest of my life.

Sir.

Doctor.

The patient tested positive
for Nibori virus.

He's been quarantined.

Now, how did you get
that diagnosis right?

I remember everything
I ever learned in my training,

every journal article and
research paper I've ever read.

I'm a genius.

Wow. And so humble.

No, no. He means
he's an actual genius.

They all are,
except for me and...

that guy there.

We work for Homeland.

Be smart. Solve problems.
That's what we do.

Oh, yeah? Well, we've got a
real head-scratcher right here.

How the hell does a guy
who came in three days ago

with a clean bill of health,
save for a routine appendectomy,

wind up
with a lethal disease

found only in
the Far East?

He hasn't been
to Asia lately?

Never been out of the U.S.

Did you give him
any blood transfusions

during the appendectomy?

Two units.

There's your
single point of failure.

His what?

He came in with no disease.

You gave him blood--
now he has a disease.

I'm not a genius, and even
I can figure that one out.

No. All of our blood
is screened.

WALTER:
Then your on-site

blood storage is compromised.

So if you give us access
to your computer,

maybe we can possibly isolate
the issue.

Well, I was expecting
to see some kind of a hack

into the system controlling
the security doors

and cameras,
but there's nothing.

Fast-forwarding through
the video from the past week.

Only people coming in here are
taking blood bags and leaving.

No one's tampering.

CABE:
Guys,

Dr. Mohan has received
a disturbing e-mail.

Two patients at
other L.A. hospitals

were diagnosed with Nibori.

Both had blood
transfusions.

All area hospitals
get their blood

from the county depository,
the Lipsger Blood Bank.

So... it isn't
just this place.

There's been
a system-wide contamination

of the whole inventory.

Dr. Mohan,
you just parted your lips

to let in more O2--
a terror marker--

what's up?

As blood bank supervisor
for this hospital

I work closely with
the county depository.

They have a cache of
Nibori-diseased blood

in the same facility
meant for research.

So somehow the diseased
research blood

got mixed in
with the healthy blood?

That's the thing-- all the
labels on our blood bags here

had the correct barcodes.

They were labeled safe.

Must be a printing error.
So there's no way

of knowing which blood bags
have the virus.

Anyone in the county getting a
transfusion could get infected.

(phone rings)

Well, what if we test
all the blood for Nibori

and see which is safe to use?

Those tests take 12 hours.

An immediate viral test
can only be done on someone

who's already infected
'cause the viral load's higher

when it's already incubated.
Cabe, you need to get Homeland

to shut down
the entire L.A. blood supply

until it can get tested.

No surgeries,
no transfusions, nothing.

Can-can we get clean blood
from a blood drive?

We can't replace 25,000 units
of blood with a blood drive.

And if the hospital tries to buy
it from a national blood bank,

it'll take a day to get here.

A mix-up in labels
is gonna result in people dying.

Not as many as if
there's a viral outbreak

from tainted blood.

Uh, guys,

anyone else noticing how
freaked out our pal Mohan is?

Doctor, do you have some info
you need to share with us?

Uh, the hospital got an e-mail.

Let me guess--
this wasn't a printing error.

Someone reached out to tell you
this was on purpose,

this was intentional.

Yes.

Bloody hell.

♪ Scorpion 2x19 ♪
Ticker
Original Air Date on March 14, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

There've been
threats to infiltrate

the U.S. health care system
for years. This is terrorism.

Is there some vaccine for Nibori
so the patients can still

get procedures?

There is,
but it takes two weeks

to take effect.
That's too long.

Uh, just got word--
the FBI's on the case.

Homeland wants us
to get into it as well.

Walter, can you trace
the source of the e-mail threat?

Well, I'm doing what I can
from Dr. Mohan's phone,

but the e-mail
was routed through Tor--

it's virtually untraceable.
It could take weeks.

Well, we don't have that long.
Any car accident, people

that would normally live are gonna
die because there's no blood.

Forget car accidents--
What if we have another

earthquake like last month's
without usable blood?

What do you mean
you're stopping all surgeries?

Oh, no. Olivia.

I want nothing more

than to perform
your daughter's surgery,

but we don't have the blood
that is necessary for the operation.

My daughter has been on
a wait list for seven years.

They only moved her up because
her heart is failing.

She has days.
This is her last chance.

We can't go ahead with surgery
without having...

Excuse me. Yeah,
I'm with Homeland,

I'm working on the
tainted blood issue.

I am a Type O negative,
I'm a universal donor.

You can take what you need.

It's appreciated, but Olivia has
an incredibly rare blood type--

Lutheran AB negative--
which doesn't take Type O.

That's less than
.0003% of the population.

That's right.
The blood that we had

for her surgery was the only
blood within 500 miles.

Mom, I don't understand.

No, it's okay, baby,

we're gonna-we're gonna
figure this out.

Don't you worry.

(whispers): We both know there's
a 100% chance that she'll die

if she doesn't get the heart
and only 10%

if you use the blood,
so, statistically,

it makes sense to do the surgery

despite the risk.
State and federal regulations

prohibit transfusing blood
that may be tainted.

I'll lose my license
and be jailed,

the hospital
could be decertified.

Then test it!

We do not have the time...

A donor heart is good
for 24 hours after death.

This one was held up in
a snowstorm in Bangor

for 15 hours,
then medivaced here.

It is only viable
for four and a half more hours.

So if we can find out
who mixed up

the blood, then maybe we
can figure out which blood

is safe to use.

And then you can
do the surgery on Olivia.

But we have to do it
before that heart goes bad.

And that would be
in under 270 minutes.

No one can do that.

She's wrong.

We can and we will.

Olivia, I promise,

my team and I
are gonna save you.

So we know the blood was somehow
mixed up between being donated

and arriving
at hospitals.

Correct.
So there are two options.

There's screening lab
or distribution center.

So, Happy, Toby, Paige and I
will split up and cover that.

Sly, you try to
track the terrorist's e-mail

and, Cabe, will stay with him
in case you get a lead.

Every donation in L.A. County's
brought here;

screened for over 100 diseases,

separated into platelets,
red and white blood cells

and other components.

But we haven't noticed
anything amiss

with our system.
Because there isn't.

I pored over your code.

Your computers
were not compromised.

And there's been
no physical breach

of your locks and your alarms.

Those two employees
I spoke with earlier--

are they the only ones

with access to the system?
Yes.

Well, then it wasn't an inside
job. I saw honesty markers

on each of them.
They didn't do it.

Neither did you.

Thank you.

I think.

Uh, we're burning time

and Olivia needs that blood.

I sure hope Cabe and Sly
got something.

I got nothing. The metadata
from the terrorist's e-mail

lacks a geotag to
pinpoint its location.

The strange thing is
the e-mail was transferred

at a very slow rate--
14.4K modem slow.

Why the hell
would someone use dialup?

Even I know that's ancient.

Because it's actually harder
to trace old-school tech

than a modern wireless signal.

But I'm hacking the phone
company's servers

to see where the data is being
sent at such a snail's pace.

I think this is the connection

that is being siphoned.
Santa Clarita--

a rural spot would help
the terrorists avoid being seen.

I can track the general area

and see where the service
is being stolen.

All right, grab your laptop.
We'll do it from the car.

We got to get out to Santa Clarita.
Okay.

All of our blood is sorted
via barcode.

When blood arrives,
be it for use or research,

it goes through
a labeling process

that's state-of-the-art.

(scoffs) Till now.
Walter.

So I assume that your
state-of-the-art facility

has, uh, periodic
software upgrades.

Of course. We had one
just last week. Why?

Well, a, uh, system
upgrade is a good time

to tamper with the code,
seeing as the firewalls

get temporarily shut down.

This computer came out around
the time I was born.

You know my theory?

They lit a ten-hour wick
and took off, the wick

burned down, released
this marble, it fell off this,

hit the bird,
which hit the enter key.

Perfectly timed to send the
e-mail just as they knew

the first symptoms would hit
after exposure to the virus.

Ten-hour fuse gave 'em
a ten-hour head start.

They were smart-- they parked
on deserted state land,

spliced into this phone line
so they couldn't be traced,

(beeping) set up shop in a camper
with no VIN or registration.

Whoever did this
won't be easy to find.

There's a breaking news report.
"The L.A. blood supply

"has been contaminated with
the deadly Nibori virus.

"Federal agencies
are investigating

what may be terrorism."

Now the panic starts.

And here we are in the middle
of nowhere at a total dead end.

Maybe not.

Over here.

These tracks by the shed.

Well, the shed is the first
thing we checked

when we got here.

But what we want, we can't see.

At least not without help.

Okay, so I can see the system
was shut down

for the upgrade on the first
of March and then again

briefly on the third.

PAIGE: You think someone
altered the barcoding

software during the shutdown?

Yeah, and then they
went back in to remove

digital evidence on the third.

Okay, so, let's see...

What are you doing?

Well, whoever did this deleted
their tracks from the system,

but they may have left a ghost
trace on the company router.

It's a remnant of code.

So if we can find one,
we may be able to fix

the system
and re-sort the blood.

Who would've known
about this system shutdown?

Before an upgrade,
we alert our customers

that online ordering
will be down.

Clinics, labs, hospitals
and universities.

Over 200 in all.

We'll need that list.

Okay, I found a ghost trace.

So it looks like
they put a bug

into the labeling software

to scramble the barcodes
so it would mix up the blood.

That's how tainted blood
meant for research labs

went to hospitals--
some bug?

Right. So if we figure it out,

we can unscramble the barcodes.
How exactly?

Um... Okay, uh...

So, every bag

of donated blood is assigned
a six-digit barcode.

For example:
one, two, three,

four, five, six.

So, bags with certain barcodes

indicate research blood
or medical blood. But...

our bad guys' bug changed
each number of the barcodes

by a specific amount--
that's a magic algorithm.

So, for instance,

it might make
the first number

go up by two.
So one becomes three.

Then the second go down by one,

so two becomes one.

And so on...

until your original barcode

becomes a completely
inaccurate barcode

due to a bug
implemented into your software.

And that
incorrect barcode

is printed on a label
and put on a blood bag.

This is a nightmare.

It's a nightmare
that gets worse.

Since we don't know
the magic algorithm

used to change the barcode,
we can't reverse what it's done

to find out what the original
barcodes really are.

Can we figure out the algorithm?

Not in time to save Olivia.

We're talking about
millions of combinations.

Well, Toby says no one
chooses anything at random.

So maybe if we want to learn
the algorithm, we need

to learn more
about our bad guys.

Look at all of these cans.
What do you see?

Garbage.
No,

they're old, the fumes from
them have leaked over years,

collecting residue
on the interior tin walls.

CABE:
So what?

So there's a bullet
hole here in this wall.

A concentrated beam
of light has been

pouring into this
very shed for decades,

creating a massive
pinhole camera.

Those things we made in school
where the pictures

come in upside down?

Yes. And pesticide residue
is made of halide vapor,

which has basically
turned this piece of tin

into a giant sheet
of photographic paper.

Great. But what did our tin shed
take a picture of?

Normally nothing, because
it's just open space out there.

But the tire tracks indicate
that whoever set up the computer

parked their car directly
in line with the pinhole.

It's like the car
was saying "cheese" for us.

All we have to do
is develop the film.

Then let's take our photo home.

So we're really gonna
get a photo off a tin wall

by dipping it
into this stuff?

Mint and coffee
contain caffeic acid,

which converts
silver ions in the tin

to pure silver, which will
produce a negative image.

The stopper solution is
ready. The lemon juice

to water ratio is perfect.

Just enough to neutralize
the caffeic acid while still

preserving the image.

Okay,
that's enough--

take it out.

Holy crap, it worked.

WALTER: Okay, we've
got the license plate.

Let's see who sent that e-mail.

Just ran the plate
through the DMV.

It's registered to one
Todd Wilcox of Sherman Oaks.

Guys, start pulling
everything you can on him.

WALTER:
Oh. Wilcox.

He was on the list
of blood bank customers

who got the e-mail
about the shutdown.

TOBY:
Well, here's why.

He's CEO of Wilcox Pharma Group,

developer of medical products

including a vaccine
for the Nibori virus!

Ladies and gents,
we have a motive!

He spent over a decade
developing a vaccine for Nibori

that was spreading across Asia.

But his product tanked when

the virus was nearly eradicated
before he got it to the market.

And he was left
with a struggling company

and warehouses full
of unusable vaccines.

Livid he'd wasted so much time
on a failed venture,

he did what businessmen do:
he created demand,

and the kind of demand
that only comes with panic.

Hence the e-mail
ensuring his crime went public.

It's already working.

People are running
to buy his vaccine.

He'll make billions.

Wasn't terrorism.
It was capitalism.

He'd do this just for money?

WALTER:
His whole life's work

dissolved overnight.

It's driven more than a few
researchers to desperation.

You taking notes, O'Brien?

PAIGE:
So we call the cops,

they arrest him,

we make him tell us
the algorithm

to reverse the barcodes, and we
save Olivia and everyone else.

No, he'll lawyer up
and say nothing.

We need to find out that
algorithm on our own and fast.

PAIGE: Whole point of
finding out who

the culprit was,
was to figure out

the algorithm
he programmed into his bug.

Well, now we know who it is.

She's right.

We search his history,
contacts, everything--

from jersey numbers
of his favorite players

to phone numbers
of old girlfriends.

We find out what digits have
deep meaning to Wilcox.

Let's hit it!

(phone rings)

(phone beeps)
Hello?

Mr. O'Brien,
this is Dr. Bennett.

Please tell me
that you are close

to decoding the blood bags.

We're closer, but not close.

(rhythmic beeping)

(gasping for air)

Okay, if you don't hurry,

there's not gonna be
any blood to sort.

Administration is loading our
supply into a transport truck

and taking it
to a testing facility.

It leaves in an hour.

Walter, once any blood
enters a federal lab,

U.S. law prohibits it

from leaving that facility
for 96 hours.

BENNETT:
That's right.

And Olivia is getting weaker.

If you don't get
her that blood

before it
reaches that lab,

there's nothing
I can do for her.

(sighs)

We've researched birthdays,
anniversaries,

graduation dates.

Nothing will reverse the bug.

Yeah, he's too smart
to use something

that we could find easily.

It'd be something
that we'd never think of.

So, the only way to
get it out of him

is to hack his brain.

We need to meet Wilcox
face-to-face,

trick the algorithm out of him,

without him having any idea
what we're actually doing.

Toby's right, but we have

just under two and a half hours
to do it.

So, the question is,
how do we get next to him?

Here's how. He just called
a press conference.

Yeah, 'cause the profiteer wants
to spread word

about his vaccine,
he wants publicity.

Great.

Let's go help him.

(birds singing,
crowd chatter)

TOBY:
Pick a spot that maximizes

your chances
of being called on.

Paige, he wants to seem
like a man of the people,

so he's gonna call more
frequently on those at the back,

where the less established
journalists are. You go there.

Copy that.

Okay, sun's coming over
his left shoulder,

casting a shadow
on the right.

Eyes naturally
are drawn to the light.

Uh, he'll look
to his left.

I'll go there.

They're in position
just in time.

TOBY: Overly brisk walk,
ramrod posture.

He's tense,

focused on staying on message.

First thing when you want

to get something out of someone:
make them comfortable.

Don't say anything
blunt or harsh.

In other words, Happy,
don't be yourself.

I'd be offended by that
if it weren't so true.

Okay, I know I'm the only one

who wears a hat, but hold onto
your hats, 'cause I'm gonna profile

the crap out of this guy.
WILCOX: Good afternoon.

As you know, a terrible
health crisis has developed.

Nibori, a disease
once nearly eradicated, has

tragically reemerged.

Luckily, my company,
Wilcox Pharma Group,

has a vaccine
to prevent further spread.

Not only is it
readily available,

but to help my fellow citizens,

I'm donating 1,000
free vaccines.

It's time to build him up. Give
him a chance to sound smart.

(overlapping shouting)

Yes?

Uh, how does the virus spread?

Via contaminated blood.

And now that the L.A. County
blood supply

has been found
to be tainted, no one is safe.

The smart move for everybody
is to get vaccinated.

Good work, Happy.

He's relaxing his posture,
he's feeling

more comfortable,
defenses are going down.

Now, this is a guy
who is willing

to sacrifice lives to get rich,

so, make him talk about
his favorite subject: money.

(overlapping shouting)
In the back.

Yes. Will this vaccine
be affordable?

Affordability is
my top priority.

For three decades,

I've seen the damage
that price gouging can do,

so we're offering our vaccine
at below market value.

Three decades? He's 46.

Learned about price gouging
as a teen?

Sly, look up his life at 15.

That'd be 1987.

Oh, my God.

I know.

Long rap sheet
for a juvenile.

No, no, no, I mean
his student council photos.

Are those parachute pants?

His record is also bad.

He got into a lot
of trouble at age 15.

That's, uh, school
suspensions, shoplifting.

Yeah, next to me at that age,
he was a saint.

Trust me, kids with
that behavior are scared.

And when they grow up,

they not only crave the
comfort they lacked as children,

they want to feel that they can
provide comfort themselves.

The people of Los Angeles
and the nation are scared.

What can you say
to reassure them?

To them I'll say,
the vaccines work.

I'll protect their families:

their mothers,
their fathers,

everyone.
Their mothers and fathers? No.

When people talk about
protecting someone,

they generally talk about
children, not their parents.

We shouldn't be looking
at what happened to him.

We should be looking at what
happened to his mom and dad.

Ooh, hold on,

because I had found something
on his parents before.

Right here.
When he was 15 years old,

the factory his father worked at
was sold to a consortium.

All of the jobs went overseas.

They lost their main source
of income,

and the bank foreclosed
upon their home.

Get specifics on all this!

(phone rings)

Dr. Bennett?
BENNETT: Walter,

this donor heart is becoming
unusable faster than expected.

For Olivia to have a shot,

we need
to start the surgery now.

That means that I need
safe blood for her by 3:00 p.m.

Can you get it to me?

Thank you all
very much for coming.

He's leaving! We don't
have the algorithm yet!

Walter, I need your answer.

Toby, do we have this?

Not yet. Sly?
Uh, I'm searching!

BENNETT:
Mr. O'Brien?

Ah! Look what I found!
Does this help?

Sure does!

Start the surgery.

They call me the gambler.

Let's go.

(crying)

(beeping)

What did you find?
SYLVESTER: All right.

When Wilcox's family
lost their house,

when his family fell apart,

when his life was turned
upside down forever,

it was all over a very
specific number-- $117,586,

the exact amount

his home was foreclosed for.

Six digits, like the barcode.

That could be
the magic algorithm.

It's a number
he'll never forget.

It burned into his memory
as an adolescent.

That's a number that could drive
him to do terrible things.

(computer trilling)

Oh. It's working!
The fake barcodes are reversing

back to proper barcodes,
and now we'll be able to tell

which blood bags
are safe to use!

I'll get the blood bank
on the phone to confirm.

All those are going back
to the original barcodes?

Yeah. I'm pulling up
the bag number

for Olivia's blood

that Dr. Bennett gave me.

TOBY:
I got Walter O'Brien

on the phone
for you, sir.

Was 587332 a number assigned

to clean blood
or research blood?

It was clean, for a very rare

Lutheran AB negative.

Okay, thank you.

So, we know
that there is blood

that can save Olivia.
Yeah,

but it's on its way
to a research lab,

and once it's inside,
it can't be removed for days.

We are Homeland!
Can't we just call

to set up a blockade
and then stop the truck?

No.

The federal government wants
to test that blood themselves.

After all this press,

they're not taking
our word for it

and putting themselves at risk.

Not for the life of one girl.

Then we know what
we have to do.

We're gonna hijack
that truck.

Okay. Thank you.
Well, the hospital said

the blood transport
left eight minutes ago!

We need to approach
this vehicle

directly from behind
and make sure

the driver doesn't see us.

We know they're going
to Bakersfield.

Bio-hazardous material has
to stay off interstates.

Big trucks aren't
hitting 70.

We'll catch 'em
around 58 West.

I just found a schematic
for the truck.

It has a rooftop
ventilation grate.

We need a vehicle
at least 14 feet tall.

This SUV will not do.

We don't have time
to turn around and go back

to the Homeland impound
to get a bigger ride.

I actually know of a vehicle
that height on the way,

though speed might be an issue.

SYLVESTER:
Remember seventh grade math?

Can car A catch up
to car B?

I was really good at those,
and we need to move faster!

I'm trying,

but this Nixon-era engine
ain't doing us any favors!

Hey, don't go too much faster!

Happy'll fall out!

There it is!

Step on it!

(rhythmic beeping
and whooshing)

(beeping)

CABE:
We're getting close.

Walter, are you ready?

Yeah, I'm ready.

(grunts)

Got it?
Yeah.

(grunting softly)

Okay, come on.

(grunts softly)

(engine revving)

(grunting)

Come on!
Come on.

(grunting)

Oh!
All right, we'll hold it steady!

(thudding)

Oh.

Now we'll hold it steady.

Okay.

Let's see how she goes.

(grunting, panting)

(grunts softly)

Oh.

Ooh.

(grunts)

Okay.

PAIGE:
Walter, get that blood,

and get out
before they hear you!

♪ It's hard to be a cowboy ♪

♪ Without a horse... ♪

Aha.

(strained grunt)

Sly, a little help?

Okay, almost there.

Done.
(clicking)

(grunts)

Great. Okay.

Olivia's got 43 minutes left,
Walter.

And we got 39 minutes till
we get to the hospital.

This'll be close.

AB negative. AB negative.

Ah! I've got Olivia's blood.

Technically, she only needs two,

but grab the third
in case the surgery goes awry.

Yeah, I got 'em.
I'm coming back.

CABE:
Hustle, Walter.

The driver doesn't like me being
on his tail-- he's speeding up.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

Dr. Bennett, blood is filling
the surgical field.

Start suction.
We keep moving forward.

This thing
doesn't have any pickup.

(both gasping)

(yells)

Whoa!

(groans)

Not good!

Uh...

You're gonna have
to jump, Walter!

No. Not while
I'm holding the bags.

I'll never make it,
and neither will the blood.

The truck is speeding up!
The gap's widening!

I'm gonna throw it!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wrong solution.

PAIGE:
Walter, we all saw

how bad you were
at the Toby toss.

Hey, the game was flawed.

I can calculate speed,
weight, trajectory...

We know your calculations
are right,

but the problem is
you suck at sports!

PAIGE:
Well, make a decision,

because if another driver
spots you up there,

they'll call the cops.

Speed is 62 miles per hour,

southeasterly wind six knots,

500 milliliters
of blood

weighs 1.1 pound,

compensatory angle
is 23 degrees.

All right.

Here goes.

You did it!

I did it.

We need two bags.

Oh, right.

Uh... okay!

That was not my intention.

Last bag, Walter.

Olivia needs you to make it.

No pressure.

(Happy gasps)

(gasping)
I got it! I... Ew, it's blood!

SYLVESTER:
I got it, though!

HAPPY:
Walter, jump.

Now!

(grunts)

(yells)

Oh...!

(Walter grunting)

(grunts loudly)

Gotcha, pal!

(relieved sigh)

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(rapid beeping)

BP's dropping, Doctor.

She's bleeding out.
Try to pack the bleed.

She needs blood.

Pack the bleed.

(rapid beeping continues)

♪ ♪

(groans)

Hold up!

MAN: Hey, hey, hey,
you can't go down there!

WALTER:
Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Suction.

Here, here, two bags.
Thank you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

BENNETT:
Ms. Pearson?

The surgery went well.

But we don't know yet if
Olivia's body will accept the heart.

The next 12 hours
will be critical.

Well, we'll be here.

You don't have someone
you need to get home to?

I do, which is why I
know how you must feel.

I'm gonna have the
sitter bring him here.

We're not leaving you alone.

(crickets chirping)

♪
♪
(siren wailing in distance)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

PAIGE: You'll be holding
your girl soon enough.

I know it.

♪ ♪

Dr. Bennett.

Olivia's gonna be fine.

Oh! (laughs)
Yeah!

Oh, okay.
(crying)

BENNETT:
She's tired but awake.

Come and see your daughter.

I know she's gonna
want to see you.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(laughs):
My baby!

You are so brave.

And I am so proud of you.

I love you, too.

You saved me.

Dr. Bennett saved you.

She wanted my okay
to start without the blood.

I knew you'd keep your promise.

'Course I would.

We're the same.

We both know what it feels like
to be different

because of genetics.

But it...
it is good to be different.

♪ ♪

WALTER:
Oh, um...

when you're, uh, healed,

you should keep up the studying.

I will.

But...

for a while, I'm just gonna try
to have some fun,

break in my new heart.

♪ ♪

NEWSWOMAN:
Relief in the Southland today

as the L.A. Blood Bank crisis
has been resolved

and Todd Wilcox
has been arrested.

Health officials say
new safeguards will go up

to prevent this
from ever happening again.

Great work, team.
There was a million things

that could've gone wrong today.

Speaking of
"gone wrong,"

I just got my final rejection
letter from a game show.

I've got half
a mind to sue.

Half a mind is right--
no lawyer would take that case.

That one would.

Has anything terrible
ever happened to you?

Car accident?
(tires screeching)

You know what to do?

How about you? Uh-oh.

Medical malpractice?

Slip and fall?

Then call...

Heywood Jahelpme Morris.

It's actually my name.

I know that guy.

Really?

Yeah. He's,
um... different.

You should give him
a chance.

Looks like I
found my lawyer.

I'm gonna go
find my bed.

Ralph, let's get some Z's.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where's everyone going?

We got to finish
the ScorpiOlympics.

Now? We're exhausted.
Real athletes play through pain.

We're not real athletes.

You all scared
I'm gonna sweep the gold?

Okay, that's it--
you're on.

(snaps fingers) Happy, you and I
get the surfboard.

Sly, set up the
bowling pins.

CABE:
Ralph, let's go.

Let's keep score.

Where are you going?

Do research.
Oh. Okay.

PAIGE: Welcome to round two
of the ScorpiOlympics.

You're all going down.

RALPH:
I'll revise the scoreboard.

On second thought...

I'm going for the gold.
(Sylvester laughs)

PAIGE:
And the fans can't believe it!

O'Brien enters the game!

(squeaking horn)

Who wants to bet I can beat 197?

I don't mean that literally.

Give me the helmet.

PAIGE:
You, uh...

you taking a break
from being efficient?

No.

This is the definition
of efficiency.

Making every second count.

TOBY:
Three, two, one!

(yelling)

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