All language subtitles for Scorpion.S02E24.720p.HDTV.X264-DIMENSION

Previously on Scorpion...

Meet my new trainee.
Tim Armstrong.

Hello.

There's nothing
more stunning

than seeing perfection
with a slight imperfection.

So I wanted to ask if y-you,
uh, would like to go to the

Lake Tahoe Jazz and
Heritage Festival.

Oh, I...

With-with Tim.

Yeah, I'll...

I'll ask Tim to go, if he wants.

Check this out, Sly.

Is this perfect or what?

Morning, Doc.

Water?

You've been out for a while.

Suit yourself.

I'd keep my strength up
if I were you, but...

Gonna be a very big day.

My uncle used to play this
for me when I was a kid.

Taught me guitar to this music.

Albert Ayler,
Cannonball Adderley,

Max Roach-- I mean,
sound track of my youth.

I thought I had
a rough childhood.

You don't like jazz?
No.

I don't like touching
shopping cart handles.

I hate free-form jazz.
I prefer verse,

chorus, middle eight.
A nice pattern. Not chaos.

That is what makes it great,
though. You have to listen

for the notes
they're not playing.

I wish all the notes were
the notes they're not playing.

Cabe, isn't there a no-music
policy in the garage?

Better not be. I just got
the Conway Twitty box set.

What's a Conway Twitty?

Saved by the bell, kid.

Oh, it's a record.

I thought the ferret got stuck
behind the water bottle again.

Walter, I wanted to
say thank you again

for the festival tickets.
Mm-hmm.

Love the music, never been to Tahoe.
Paige and I are really excited.

Yes. Thank you,
that was very generous.

Albóndigas.

Uh, boss? Why did you blurt out
the name for a Mexican meatball?

I don't know.
Maybe I'm hungry.

Well, maybe it's because

the idea of Tim and Paige
going off together

for an entire weekend
is too upsetting for words?

So you just said... any word?

If I want an analysis,
I will ask Dr. Curtis.

Actually, come to think of it,
where is Toby?

I didn't see my car
in the parking lot.

Oh, the company car?

About that--
I missed the vote

when my car
became the company car.

Well, it was a landslide. Your
vote wouldn't have mattered.

Hey!

Is that hat-wearing
dipstick here?

Hey, why are you so hot?

'Cause he didn't answer
my phone calls last night,

he blew off our breakfast, and
he won't respond to my texts.

That's strange.
Is it?

Or is it the typical garbage
he used to pull

when he was
on a gambling bender?

Happy, I know Toby, and if...

Actually, he might be gambling.

Do you think
something might be wrong?

Wrong?

Like what?
Appreciate the heads up.

Okay, team, most likely nothing,
but I'm passing along the info.

Was just informed
that Mark Collins

has escaped his
mental health hospital.

What?
Was this confirmed?

100%.
He cheeked his sedative,

ground it up,
dropped it in a guard's coffee,

stole his walkie,

exited out a side door
during the rec hour.

Remember, this is a hospital,
not a prison.

Toby's testimony
sent that nutbar

back to the cuckoo factory
just yesterday,

then he breaks out
and now Toby's missing.

The odds of coincidence
are infinitesimal.

Look, you're all
clearly concerned.

Let's just
track his cell phone.

After Toby put tracking software
on Happy's phone,

these guys
blocked the GPS

on their cars and cells.

I... actually

have a general
idea of the direction

Toby was heading.
How do you know that?

He just mentioned that
he was heading downtown.

You're lying.

What?
Okay, what else do you know?

He just told me that he was
heading downtown

and I know he hates
freeway traffic,

so I'm sure that
he was taking Olympic.

Okay, so we hack into

the city's traffic cams

and look at the intersections
that he might have been

at the time he was driving.

Around 6:30.

Okay, you know something

that you're not telling me.

You're scaring me.
Good.

Here it is.
Okay, here's my car

at Olympic and Olive,
then Olympic and Midway,

and then... it's gone.

So he stopped somewhere on
Olympic between Midway and Hill.

Let's check it out.

What do you got there,
some kind of science project?

You're not gonna joke your way
out of this one, Tobias.

No, today

is a very serious day.

It's a die magno.

That's Latin.

I like talking
in dead languages

to remind humanity that
we are as ephemeral

as the words that
leave our lips.

Glad to see the psych ward
worked out for you.

You can mock me all you want,

but when my work is done...

nobody will be laughing.

What work is that?

Conversing to humanize yourself.
That's cute.

When you're committed, Toby,

when your freedom

and your dignity
are ripped from you,

all you have left is time.

Now, I spent my time

on research for BBI:

brain-to-brain interface.

Now, I was limited, of course,
by what I could accomplish

in a padded room,
but one day,

reading a newspaper,
I saw an obituary.

Megan O'Brien Dodd.

Never took Sylvester
as the marrying type.

"Mrs. Dodd is survived
by a brother

who fought valiantly
to save her life."

That sentimental drivel
made me realize that Walter

must have tried
some kind of brain save.

So that's what I want.

I want his neurological research
to complete my own.

Collins,

Walter isn't gonna
give you anything.

Oh, except that he will.

I'm going to motivate
him to do so.

Toby's hat is in
the passenger seat.

He never goes anywhere
without that stupid hat.

Forget about the hat.
Who goes anywhere

without their cell phone
and keys?

It's cracked.

What was he
even doing here?

Hold on. He was sending
a text to Sly.

"Check this out, Sly.

Is this perfect or what?"
What does that mean?

I'm not sure.

You're lying again.

Sly?

Kid, if you know
something, share it.

I swear to you, i-if I
knew anything relevant

to where Toby is,
I-I would share it.

Hello?

Hello, old friend.
You looking for someone?

Collins, I promise this will
not turn out well for you.

Maybe,

maybe not.
But I promise you

it definitely will not
turn out well for Toby

unless you give me what I want,

namely all the research
you did for Megan.

Why the hell does he want that?

Do I hear the fed
who helped send me away?

He'd better be the only cop

on this thing,
otherwise Scorpy's

gonna have a seat to fill.

Understood. Now, why
do you want my work?

Because

I'm gonna finally complete
all the BBI research

that I started
over a decade ago.

Now, to set the scene,

we've got the doc strapped
to a metal chair,

which is hooked into a live
battery from a stolen car.

If you don't send your work
to the untraceable

e-mail account
I just forwarded you

in the next half hour,

Toby is toast. Now,
the way I see this:

whether he gets hurt or not
is up to you.

Oh, and Walter?

You should have never
kicked me off the team.

He's crazier than ever.

Okay, just give him the research
and end this.

You know I can't do that.

Like hell you can't.

Why can't you give him
what he wants?

BBI-- brain-to-brain interface--
it allows people

with strategically placed
skull electrodes

to communicate
with each other via thoughts.

It's rudimentary right now--
you can tell if someone's

thinking left, right,
yes or no by picking up

on their brain's unique
electrical signals.

But a mind like Collins' can
advance that science to where

a sensitive enough
neurological implant can read

the electrical impulses
of someone close to it,

even if that person doesn't
have any electrodes on them.

Mind reading?
If Collins combines

his research with mine, then can
you imagine the privacy issues,

the security concerns,
if he has that tech?

Or if he sells it
to someone else.

Or just puts it online
for free because he's crazy.

Okay, you guys are wasting time.

You're gonna let Toby
get tortured?

No, no, we problem-solve

by breaking down
what we already know.

Okay, so...

All right, we all heard
that his call was distorted.

I bet he used a patch
to make those cell calls

through a ham radio. It's nearly
impossible to track those down.

Okay, so Sly and I go back
to the garage with Cabe,

who calls the FCC to get specs
on radio transmission in SoCal.

But how do you know
he stayed local?

He's a fugitive most likely in a
stolen car with a kidnap victim

in the back. He wouldn't
want to get pulled over

so he wouldn't drive far.
Okay,

Paige-- you,
Happy and Tim

go to the hospital
Collins escaped from.

The one place
where we know he isn't.

Toby would be

the first person to say, if you

want to learn a plan,
you learn the man.

Right? We need to
see where Collins

spent the last
two years scheming.

I assure you, we already

searched every inch of his room.

We like to be thorough.

We're looking for any writing
Collins may have done,

anything where he
laid out his plan.

Writing implements
aren't allowed in the rooms.

They can be fashioned
into weapons.

Yeah, well, the last time
we were with Collins

we found his collection
of notebooks.

Collins is visual,
writes down everything

so that he can see it.
That's how he planned the escape

and the kidnapping.
Not in here, he didn't.

No pen, no pencils--
strict policy.

Where else did Collins
get time alone?

He worked in the kitchen
in the east wing.

He was alone in there
for clean-up duty.

I'm gonna comm up, I'm gonna
check out the mess hall.

Okay, let us know what you find.
Will do.

Okay, someone
recently resewed this.

Hey, uh, hey,
excuse me.

What the heck is that?

Uh, you had your microwave
replaced recently, didn't you?

Stopped working.
How'd you know?

Collins tore its guts out
so that he could

build a wireless signal booster.

We don't allow patients
Internet access.

Their use of the computer lab

is strictly for games
and educational CDs.

Does the admin building
across the quad

have Internet access?
Well, of course.

Okay, so he figured out how
to pump your signal and get on

the information superhighway.

We need to see
your computer lab.

FCC's e-mailing you a map of
the radio towers that transmit

in 50 to 300 kilohertz.

Well, that's the exact range

that amateur ham radio
operates on.

72 in total.

Okay, so now
we just have to figure out

a way to narrow it down to
the one that Collins was using

to communicate with us.

How are we gonna do that?

I already told you there's
nothing written in here at all.

Collins came in, cleaned
and left. Model worker.

What's this?

A whisk.

Yeah, but all the wire loops
are gonna except one.

We're a state hospital
on a budget.

These things don't just fall
off. Okay, that's peculiar.

Collins wouldn't vandalize
anything in the kitchen.

He was a neat freak.

He'd go nuts if you
so much as put a delivery

on his table over there
instead of on the counter.

Wait, why wouldn't he want
anything placed on his table?

He was particular.

Uh... what are
you doing?

I ain't cleaning this up, man.

What the hell's that?

That is Collins' plan.

Problem is, I can't read it.

Holy smokes.
Must have used his finger,

which when dragged across
stainless steel

creates a temporary mark
that is soon to fade.

But the oil from
his finger doesn't fade.

Right. Flour stuck

to the oil,
revealed the formula.

Well, that's smart thinking.

It was adequate.
Well, I'm seeing

symbols for megahertz
and wavelength.

It looks like he was trying
to calculate which of the towers

operated at a frequency
that best matched his ham radio.

It's probably an older model
that he swiped

from his mom's basement.

Okay, so if we can crack the
formula, we're one step closer

to finding out where Collins
is transmitting and hiding Toby.

Happy, how goes it on your end?

Making progress,
but not fast enough.

I am tracking his IP history.

Seems to have
a thing for farms.

Farms are secluded.
It's a great place

to hold a kidnapping victim,
but he also could've been

meeting someone
who was gonna help him.

Could've been
picking something up, who knows?

Only way to know
for sure is if we get to

Ponder Creek Farm.

How do you know it's this one
and not one of the others?

Well, 'cause he stopped
searching at this site,

which means he found
what he was looking for.

Guys, it's all zeros.

I'm linking in
your phones now.

Hello.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Collins, listen to logic.
No, you listen to the sound

your friend makes
when I complete this circuit.

♪ Scorpion 2x24 ♪
Toby or Not Toby
Original Air Date on April 25, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Where is the research
I asked for?

Collins, stop!

Now you know I'm serious.

If Toby loses this, he doesn't
go home with parting gifts

of packaged rice and car wax.

Is this some kind of joke?

Thought you'd be impressed.

You and Team Scorpion

suffer full-scale
cognitive trauma

and I don't have to
lay a finger on you.

You're above torture. That means
there's still decency in you.

Psychological parlor tricks
are for drunk girls,

not for a superior
intellect, Toby.

Now let me just be clear.

You will be killed today.

Just not by my hand.

Okay, so what's the plan?
Sly's working the formula I found.

We should check out the farm?
Yes, go.

We'd better hurry, or Toby's
gonna get tortured again.

You know what? I don't think
he's being tortured at all.

I heard that call.
He wasn't being tickled.

He said this wasn't a game
and Toby wouldn't be leaving

with any parting gifts like on
a game show, so who wants to bet

he saw us when Sylvester
was on The Price Is Right?

Even if he did, so what?

Okay, let me start
from the beginning.

Since prehistoric times,
when humans cry for help,

their octaves change.

So if your clanmates couldn't
hear your first scream,

perhaps they'd hear you
at a different vocal pitch.

Toby's yell
was consistent.

Here it is.

TV watching is a big
time killer in hospitals.

Collins sees our team

on the game show,

records it, then removes
the memory card from the DVR...

Then he comes to
the computer lab and isolates,

loops and amplifies
Toby's yell of excitement

- to make it sound like a scream of pain.
- Then he jerry-rigs

the walkie-talkie he stole
and he plays it back to us.

Like I'm doing right now.

Hey, so, this is great--

if Toby's not being tortured,
that means we have more time.

Not exactly. When
facing an enemy,

it's easier to strategize
when you know what they want.

So, if he's faking
the torture, that means

he doesn't really care
about Walter's research.

Yeah, well,
if this is just a trap

for all of us,
what's his endgame?

No way to know. The bottom line
is he's unpredictable,

he might have no intention
of letting Toby go,

which makes it more urgent
that we find him.

Okay, we need to keep
working the radio towers.

Which just got
a whole lot easier

because I just solved
his formula!

What do you got?

Collins found that
the most efficient frequency

for his ham radio
is 10.12 megahertz.

Of the 72 towers
that we narrowed down to,

only 38 of them give a strong
signal out at that number.

Sly, can you narrow it down?

That's the problem.
Look over here.

From those 38 towers,

tons of data is transmitted.

Too much noise,

impossible to locate
a small ham radio frequency

with a cell signal
patched into it.

So we eliminate the noise.

How the heck
are we gonna do that?

Here.

My keytar.

If I can get

all 38 towers to broadcast

just a steady single note,

then it will reduce
all normal data-noise so

you can see low-level
ham radio frequencies.

And only one of them, Collins',

will be carrying
a cell signal with it.

Radio tower in
Griffith Park is

a conduit for all
the others in L.A.

That's where
we're heading.

Hang tight.

We don't know what
we might be walking into here.

I'm not waiting
here like a damsel.

Get down!

You okay? Stay down.

Just got to get
a bead on him.

Where the hell is Happy?

Wait!
Who the hell are you?

Never heard the name
Mark Collins

in my life, or Robby Curtis.

It's Toby Curtis.

Doctor, Harvard-trained.

Sorry. Can you please
tell me what's going on here?

Searched the
grounds, nothing.

Okay, we are the smartest
people in the world.

Why is it so difficult to
locate a 168-pound wise-ass?

Watch where you point that.

Why were you shooting at us?

Sorry. It's just rock-salt.
Had trespassers last night.

What kind of trespassers?
Kind that steal my goat collars.

Probably damn
high school kids.

Maybe not.
Okay, show us the herd?

That's some climb.

You sure about this?
Yeah.

I connect the keytar
to the junction box,

play a repeated note,

all the other 38 towers
will do the same.

Now you stay here just in case
someone calls the cops on me.

You got it.

Every one of these goats
should have a defense collar.

Sodium dexaflorite
is loaded in these pouches.

Kills coyotes out
for a midnight snack.

They didn't steal anything else?
No.

Just busted my fence, which they
could have just climbed over.

Someone deliberately
removed the hinge.

Well, if this is Collins,
what the hell does he want

- with poison packs and an old hinge?
- And wires

he took off a whisk
at the mental hospital.

Okay, he's building something.

Question is what?

It's noxious stuff
if you're a bobcat.

But...

if you're an egotistical,

annoying, compulsive shrink...

you got to up the ante a touch.

What's that for?

You'll see.

In the polluted
Gowanus Canal of your mind,

you're king,
you make the rules?

All monarchies collapse, Mark.

No matter how smart you are,

you're nothing
without a good team.

Your plan'll fail,
'cause it's six against one.

You really think you
can analyze me, Toby?

Do you have any idea how
easy it is to do what you do?

Huh?

Watch me.

You just need the slightest
piece of information.

Hmm.

The Dolphin Trainer's Daughter?

Some of the prose is very sharp.

Oh, my, my, my.

What is this?!

Now, there is only one woman
on the planet I can think of

who would go for
a hex nut setting.

You're proposing to Happy.

I know her

longer than you.

There's no way
she would say yes.

She can't.

What do you mean?

See how easily
I just got in your head?

Progress report, Walter?

I think I can see the...
the garage from here.

Isn't that a joke that's,
that's told from high altitudes?

Yeah, not a funny one.

Okay, I'm at the top.

I'm gonna plug into

the junction box.
Are you ready?

I am monitoring

all 38 radio towers that Collins
could be broadcasting near.

Do your thing.
About to plug it in. Happy,

what's your 20?
I'm headed back to the garage

to help Sly process
the tower data once

you play your keytar.
Oh, God.

You okay?
Yeah.

I'm just sore from you
laying on top of me.

Huh?

Oh, man, not good.

My keytar.

Walter, this thing's destroyed!

Bring the cable up!

All right, I'm on my way.

It's Collins.

If you're calling
to demand my research,

I know you don't want it and

I know you didn't hurt Toby.

And yet the day is still young.

Let's you and me meet

face to face.
Oh, Walter.

Such an ego.

Not everything is about you.

For example,
Mr. Curtis

is having quite
an interesting morning.

Go ahead, Doc.

Tell 'em what's cooking.
Some kind of acid.

- Heavy duty stuff.
- Synthesized from

the poison in the goat collars.

Okay, Collins,

I'm coming for you!

You should bring it, Quinn.

Come over and watch your fiancé
suffer and die.

Oh.

Did I just let the cat
out of the bag? It's true.

We've got the ring right here.

It's ugly as a baboon's butt.

You should definitely let me
know where you're registered.

Happy,

keep cool. That certainly is
a lot to process.

Sylvester?!

Yes?

Is this what
you've been keeping?

I didn't want to say anything
unless it was absolutely germane

to finding Toby,
which this really isn't,

because he made me promise
to keep it a surprise.

Sly, did he pick
it up last night?

Yes.

So he got snatched when
he was getting the ring.

That doesn't make it your fault.
It kind of does.

You got the cable?
Yeah.

All right.

Now give me your phone.

What's wrong with yours?

It's a makeshift solution--

it won't be perfect-- but since
the keytar is kaput,

we need to create a
uniform signal with music--

all stations
playing one song.

And I don't have any songs
in my phone.

Takes up too much space.
All right, Sly, get ready.

♪ As I take the love you're giving... ♪
Conway Twitty?

I'm a fan.

I even toured his
mansion-- Twitty City.

♪ In your mind ♪

♪ Bah-bah, bah ♪
♪ Uh-uh, uh... ♪

All stations are
playing the song.

Sly, anything yet?

All data streams
are now identical.

There are a few
ham radio frequencies

showing, but only one has
a cell signal riding on it.

It is Collins.

Okay, we're on our way back.

All right.

- How'd it go?
- The cell phone

frequency is coming
from a tower east of downtown.

So we got him.

What we have is
a general location.

It's in an industrial area,

which should narrow down
the possibilities somewhat.

But there are 18 buildings
in close

proximity to the tower.

We flood that area with cops,
Collins gets jumpy,

who knows what he does
with the acid.

We try to search
each individually,

it'll take the rest of the day,

and I don't think
that Toby has that long.

Then we eliminate

possibilities.
That one's under construction.

There would be a crew there
all day. Cross it off the list.

Okay, that one's

an active shipping center.

- It's full of people. It won't be that one.
- Two down.

16 to go.

I know what
you're thinking.

That's a lot of dental floss.

The fact is,
I'd much rather

be working
with a thicker string

or twine, but

you know when you're robbing
a mental hospital,

you just can't be that choosy.

That was your
big plan?

Try to splash ammonia
up in my face?

It's pathetic.

Can't fault a guy for trying.

Now it stinks in here.

You're really building
something here, Mark.

Actually going through with it.

Have you ever known me not
to complete a project, Toby?

Can I please just
call Happy one last time?

I know that you have
decency left in you.

Let me have this.

I would love to hear the sound

of your defeated good-bye.

But... one caveat--

if I let you talk to them,

you're gonna have to tell them
what you yourself just realized.

That I won.

That I beat Scorpion.

That I...

am smarter... than Walter.

Mark?

No, Walt, it's me.

I'm sure you're working hard
to find me,

but he has thought this through.

Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah.

I think

there was a reason
that you called?

Guys, he beat us,

and he's smarter than us,
all of us.

Happy...

I'm sorry.

I love you and I always will.

You're not saying good-bye
to me, Doc.

Yeah, I am.

Sylvester...

listen closely.

Are you listening to me
care-carefully?

I am.

Take care of Happy for me.

I can't believe
that just happened.

Me either. Toby just
told me where he is.

- Up a creek without a paddle.
- No.

- Sly picked up on something.
- He told me to listen

carefully, not to how he wanted
me to take care of Happy.

Why would he want me
to take care

of Happy? She
terrifies me.

Just get to where he is!
See?

Anyway, when he told me
to listen carefully, he paused,

just long enough for me
to hear the distinct, low,

hoarse call
of the California brown pelican!

And do you know

what one sounds like?

I'm a world-class
ornithologist,

even though birds scare
the beans out of me.

And right now the pelicans
are feeding off the tiny fish

in the L.A. River through
the month of April.

Well, that means he must be
in one of these four buildings

near the river.

Let's roll. Let's roll!
Let's go.

It's one of these warehouses.

We have guests.

I thought it would take
them another half an hour,

but, oh, well.

I heard the pelicans clearly.

It had to be

- through an open window.
- They all have open windows.

They all potentially
have a trap waiting for us.

Everyone goes in, eyes open,
ready for anything.

We need to split up. Paige and I
will take this warehouse here.

Okay. So, Sly and Happy
take the end.

Cabe and I will split up
and cover the others.

I wish you good
luck, Tobias.

You're gonna need it.

Hey, Collins!

Collins?

They're all locked!

Guys!

I'm in here!

Ugh! Move! Move!

It's Toby! We got Toby!

Oh, man.

Hey, guys. Welcome to the inside
of Collins' brain.

- Oh, what's happening here?
- The Mason jar

is held by floss,
the acid is in the jar.

Okay, the old hinge,
the whisk wires.

This is what he was building.

Don't touch anything!

One of these threads
leads to the jar. You jostle it,

the acid eats through my septum,
then back through my trachea.

I'll suffocate in seconds.

That's a problem.
It gets worse.

He shaved down the floss
right over my head.

It won't hold
more than a few minutes.

Collins is calling us
to outthink him.

And if we can't, Toby dies.

Happy, Sly, I need you
to figure this one out fast!

Guys, I'm running out
of time here!

Okay, you're the math guy.
Figure out the pattern here.

What do I look like, a dentist?!

I have no clue
how to solve this!

Oh, what in the name of...?

Don't touch anything!
It's a booby trap!

Walter, we cannot crack

what Collins set up.

We could really use
your mind over here.

Walter, answer me!

Collins, please! Please!

I got him!

I have Collins!
Well, who cares? Get over here.

Toby's in trouble.

I know. I heard about the trap
over the comms.

But I can't just
leave him here.

Tell them how to save Toby! Now!

Or what, you'll brain me?

I clearly don't
care, Walter.

But you do.

About Tobias.

And that's why you'll let me go
to go save your friend.

Happy,

tell Cabe to get over here
and take Collins.

Then I'll run over to you.
I'm a few buildings south.

There's not enough time.

Get over here.

Look at how weak they made you.

The old Walter would have
never struggled with this.

The greater good
obviously dictates

that you do not let me go,

because
I can do harm

to many more people
than Tobias could ever help.

Gang, did you come up

with a plan yet?!
That's it.

I'm cutting through.
No. No, no, no.

You hit the wrong one,
he could die.

Walter, do you know
why the wolf spider

is a Darwinian marvel?

Because
it lives alone.

That is what makes it superior.

It depends on nobody.

Does that remind you
of somebody?

Kicking me off Scorpion,
it was a deep betrayal.

But it
also served me well.

Uh-huh.

You're not a killer.

I am what you made me.

And you are
what Scorpion made you.

A weak and feeble man
who cares more about feelings

and sentiment and friends

than about a logical course
of action.

Now go ahead and drop the pipe

and go save your little pal.

Whoa!

Whoa, this is bad.
Okay, I've been running this

through my head at top speed,
and I can't figure it out.

Well, you don't have to.
We figure it out.

Okay, Collins says
that our team makes us weak,

but it's the opposite,
so we solve this together.

Now, what do you know for sure?

Looks like
standard dental floss.

Seems like it's covered
in perfluorinated polymer,

similar to what they use to coat
frying pans or guitar strings.

Guitar strings.

The-the floss is just
coated strings pulled tight.

It's-it's like a guitar.

So they'd give off a sound.

But one of the strings
would sound different,

the one with more force
pulling on it.

Right. The one weighted down
by the Mason jar will make

a sharper note.

You're the jazz master.
Give one a pluck.

Do not give one of them a pluck!
Look,

I will be careful,
okay? I promise.

That's a pure "B."

Also a "B."

Cut 'em both.

Oh, my God.

- Nothing happened.
- Okay, guys,

we got to cut every piece
of floss that's a "B" note.

That one's good.

Don't, don't,

don't, don't. I'm not sure
about that one yet.

That one's good.

Careful, careful,
careful.

No, no, that's fine.

Good.

Let's go.

Happy, listen,

we both know the question

I was gonna ask you today.

Okay, shut up, Doc.
No, I need to say this,

'cause I don't think
you're gonna get to me

before the acid
eats through my...

I said shut up!
I have a ring

in my satchel.

Okay, you will not propose to me
while you are tied up to a chair

and I'm up to my elbows
in floss.

Toby, we'll be to you
in 30 seconds!

I don't have 30 seconds!

Happy, I love you!

Okay, screw this.

Happy, no!
Happy!

The jar!

You okay?

See? Knew you were a keeper.

Sylvester, Tim,

get in there
and untie the doc.

Now we got to deal with Collins.

Okay, call the FBI.

Let 'em know he's on the loose.

He's loose because of me.

I let him go to come here.

Kudos for that, by the way.

There's a dangerous guy
out in the world because of me.

Now, you can call
the authorities if you want,

but I'm going after him.

Rosemead stop coming up.

Not getting off?

Pity.

Think this is
your stop.

Now stand up slowly so
my partner can cuff you.

Is the psychiatrist dead?

Nope.

I don't care for him.

Walter.

You interrupted my journey.

Mm-hmm.
So,

how did you find me?

When Scorpion first started,

you and I spent a weekend
deciphering

an obfuscated batch file.

Yeah.

We did
inspired work.

That's right.

And one night you told me
how, when you were ten,

you spent a summer in
South Carolina with your uncle

and how sad
you were

when he got sick
and you had to come home.

Because he was the only person
in your life

who really accepted you
for the way that you were.

How is any of this relevant?

Well, I'm not like most humans,
Mark,

but I have gained humanity
these past years.

Now, the old Walter
would've remembered your story

about the uncle but not
really understood the relevance.

But now I know
why, out of all

the solitary animals you
could've chosen, you picked...

the wolf spider,

the state arachnid
of South Carolina.

It's the locale of
your fondest childhood memory.

You were about to be
on the run and scared,

and I knew
that you'd want to go back

to the one place
that you'd ever felt safe.

And I understand
that feeling, Mark.

I feel the same way

about my cyclone at Scorpion.

They ruined you.

I have no
idea why...

I packed so much
for just two nights.

Overpacking
is a sign of anxiety.

Really?

I'll get these.

Huh. Maybe I'm...

more worried about leaving Ralph
with Sly than I realize.

Hey, Happy.

Can I talk to you for a sec?

No.

I promise this'll be quick.

No, thank you.
I promise

I won't ask the question
you're expecting.

Come on, he won't bite.

Shut up. I barely know you.

You know
I'd never lie to you.

And I said I wasn't gonna ask
you a question.

But I am going to sing you one.

No. No, no...
Eh!

♪ Oh, Happy ♪

♪ I know
it sounds sappy ♪

♪ But I feel
so crappy ♪

♪ When I'm not with you ♪

♪ I know you'll save me
if I'm in a pinch ♪

♪ Probably
with a monkey wrench ♪

♪ I want to fulfill
your desires ♪

♪ Like a pair
of needle-nose pliers ♪

♪ Oh, Happy ♪

♪ You make me
so happy ♪

♪ I just rhymed "Happy"
with "happy" ♪

♪ Because I love you. ♪

I've loved you
since I can't remember when,

and I'm gonna love you
till I can't forget how.

Will you please marry me?

No.

Why not?

I can't.

I'm married to someone else.

I'm sorry.

Happy, what...?

Please don't follow me.

We should go.

Sorry, pal.

What-what did she...
what did she mean?

Two things that won't help
are self-hatred and booze.

Tonight will be
full of both.

But don't make either a habit.

Toby...

I, um, don't want
to talk to anyone right now.

Hey, um,

if you still want to go,
we should probably hit the road.

It's gonna be a long drive.
Yeah, yeah.

Of course. Um, I'll just meet
you out by the car.

Okay.

Wow.

That was... messy.

Yeah, it's a mess that I made.

I should've stood by my position
on intraoffice relationships.

I didn't.
And now... Happy's crying,

Toby's distraught. It's gonna
ripple through the whole team.

Don't blame yourself.
Relationships are messy.

That's their nature.
That's exactly my point.

Someone works with a woman
every day, enjoys her company,

is attracted to her, thinks
of what-what she'll be doing

when he sees her at work,
and what she'll be doing

at night
when she goes back home.

But if-if it's gonna derail

the goals that we've set here
at Scorpion,

then it can't be realized.

You know?
Those feelings

need to be buried
and left alone.

You are talking about... Toby?

What? Yeah.

Of course.

Oh.

Okay. Well, uh...

I should be going.
Tim's waiting.

Sure. Yeah. Guess you should.
Unless, of course, you think

that, with everything going on,
I should...

maybe cancel
and stay here and...

help with
Toby.

It's like you said...

it's a mess.

It's probably best you go.

Okay.

Well, I'll see you
in a couple days.

Okay.

♪ Halloween is here ♪

♪ And they left it
in this home ♪

♪ Stitches on my body... ♪

♪ Closet's full of bones... ♪

Maybe you should slow down
with the tequila.

Incorrecto, muchacho.

My liver's making a run
for the border.

Well, you know,

tomorrow I'll go...
see Happy, I'll...

talk to her,
smooth this all out.

Would you do that for me?
Of course.

You know, when she understands

that this romantic experiment
was a mistake,

she will focus on work and
feel better, and you'll...

get back on point as well,
and Scorpion will be stabilized.

Wow.

You are such a jerk.

Excuse me, Toby?

You don't care
that this is a problem for me.

Or Happy. You care
that it's a problem

for your precious Scorpion.

Right. If Scorpion is
in proper equilibrium,

we're all in equilibrium.

♪ Loving nothing more ♪

♪ Than black magic... ♪

What I'm about to say
is not fueled by emotion

or the worm I just swallowed.

It's fueled by my love for you.

You, Walter, are a gigantic ass.

Pardon me?

You're so obsessed
with keeping this team together,

to attach some meaning as
to why you are the way you are,

that you're willing
to sacrifice love for it.

I'm gonna
make it easy for you.

You're a genetic fluke.
So freaking what?

It doesn't matter!

What matters
in life is love!

And mine just walked out
the door! I'm dying inside!

I would do anything to make her
come back here and say yes.

And you, you jackass, you pushed
your love out the door

to spend the weekend
with another man!

A big, sexy, muscled
Navy SEAL man!

¿Comprende, 197?

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh... ♪

Where are they?
What?

My car keys, where are they?
The company car?

It's my car! Where are they?!

On my desk.

Okay.

Hold on, where you going?

I'm gonna stop Paige.

I-I...

I love her.

I'm a moron.

No.

You're just a genius.

♪ Blister on my tongue ♪

♪ Loving nothing more ♪

♪ Than black magic... ♪

Call Paige.

Calling Paige.

Hi, this is Paige Dineen.
I can't come

to the phone,
but leave a detailed message

and I'll get back to you.

Thanks.

♪ Love is hell,
nothing more... ♪

Damn it.

♪ Than black magic ♪

♪ Careful what you wish for ♪

♪ It might happen. ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man