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WALTER:
Previously on Scorpion...

Tim, you were a real
credit to the team today.

I learned I can be an ass,

and I'll try not to be one
in the future.

Thank you.

Do any of you have
good Christmas memories?

Uh, try foster home Christmas.
They'd send me back to the state

a week earlier so they wouldn't
have to get me a present.

Well, I am running
for the 16th District alderman

of West Altadenia

in the local
upcoming election.

I hope I can count on your vote.

That was my old commander.

He needs a new
head of security.

In Amman.

Jordan?
That's... way out of town.

I think it's about time
I have a talk with Cabe

about making my position
here permanent.

That's great news.

Conning Paige may have been an
efficient way to impress her,

but it's not the honest way.

Well, for the record,

this makes me want you
to end up with her even more.

You're a really
good man, Walter,

and I wish you luck,
'cause... that guy's

planting roots.

♪ ♪

Guys, we're here!
We need to get going

if we're gonna beat
Christmas Eve traffic

and make good time
to the cabin.

The car's pretty full,
but there's room for one more.

TOBY:
Oh, I'll ride with you!

Fine, but no scrooging.

I know how much you hate
the holidays, but really...

Wow. Did three ghosts

visit you in the night and show
you the error of your ways?

You gonna toss me a coin,
send me to buy a goose?

Take my bag to
the car, wise guy.

I like packing.
It's like Tetris.

Let me guess, Tetris comparison
was your idea?

Handling geniuses is literally
my job description.

WALTER: Someone mention Tetris?
You know,

the geometrical
construct of that game

has applications
in Computational Complexity Theory.

Interesting. Why don't you
take your bag and...

go play it with Ralph?

Excellent idea.

You're good at your job.

(quietly):
What's in the box?

Check out this ghost
of Christmas past.

Sparkling Mike.

A real robot with 178 tiny gears
and moving parts.

This is all Happy wanted

for Christmas
when she was four years old.

You know what she got
from the group home?

A promotional bank calendar.

That when her Christmas
issues started?

Yep.

And they all end today.

I spent a lot of time and money
finding this thing

and having it
restored, Paige.

When Happy sees it,
her tiny heart

is gonna grow three sizes
that day.

This... is going to be
the perfect Quintis Christmas.

She's gonna love it.
She better.

That's the Christmas spirit!
Happy, uh,

throws “attaboys” around
like manhole covers.

I wrote her a proposal song.
I am planning a nice wedding.

I'm a darn good fiancé.

Little appreciation once
in a while, all I need.

Good luck with that.

“Paige”"

“Give this gift to Ralph with my
love. Business to take care of.

“Back in a few days.

Mom.”
(door opens)

Guess she's bailing
on Christmas. Typical.

(door closes)

PAIGE:
Oh.

Here, honey.
It's from Grandma.

But you have to wait till
tomorrow morning to open it.

It's a Jr. Spaceman
Model Rocket.

Even with your IQ,

how do you know that
down to the brand name?

Because Grandma
can't wrap presents.

Oh.

I don't need a toy rocket.

I built a real rocket
with Walter.

Your grandmother doesn't know
that, so play with it once

and we'll...

donate it to charity, deal?
(door opens)

Deal.

Very efficient
moving and packing, Ralph.

The car is optimally packed.

You didn't sneak your laptop or
your tablet in there, did you?

No matter how much I object,
I'm honoring your request

for an old-fashioned Christmas.

And besides, Cabe's friend's
cabin has no cell reception.

Or Wi-Fi.
Walter...

I asked.

Every holiday we have turns into
some kind of case or crisis.

This is a chance
for us to unplug and have fun.

So, just try to enjoy it.

Oh, I won't just try,
I will enjoy it.

Good.

You won't enjoy it.

Not even a little bit.

All right, time's wastin'.

Let's beat the traffic.

Holy cow, am I seeing double?

Shut it. Glasses were
a Christmas gift from Cabe.

They're sharp.

Actually, you know what,
Tim? I have

a Christmas present
for you, too.

Follow me.

Really?

Now that Tim's
a full-time member

of Team Scorpion,
he needs...

his own workspace--
so here it is...

his own office.

Oh, boy.
It smells musky in here.

I don't know
what to say, Walter.

(grunts):
Well, you can say...

hello to storage.

Built in.

That's the beauty of this desk--
its efficiency.

You've put him
in the elevator?

It has a door.

Even I don't have a door.

You don't like it?

What? No. Uh...

no, it's-it's...
it's great,

Walter, thank you so much.

(clears throat)

Okay.

Let's hit the road.

What about Sylvester
and Happy?

They'll meet us there.
Costume shop has

a strict “no refunds” policy.

Costumes?

We had a deal.
You said you'd help me campaign.

No.
I held up my end.

Toby's present is done,
but if you want it,

you need to do
what you promised.

Fine.

Oh-ho-ho!

Yes!

It will not take long.

We just need to distribute
300 campaign flyers.

(sighs):
Ah...

The election will be here
before we know it.

If anyone takes a picture of me
in this getup,

I'm gonna roast your chestnuts
on an open fire.

Understood.

Not good.

♪ ♪

(hawk screeching)

Has anyone seen
the matches?

Pilot light's out, and I got
to have Christmas cookies baking

when Happy gets here.
Perfect Christmas, Paige.

Right. Perfect
Christmas.

Oh. Um... Tim,
can you give Toby your lighter?

Uh, sure can.

Cool! What's that?

Uh, just a little something

my buddies got me
in basic training.

A gift for being

first in his class.
RALPH: Walter,

you were first in all your classes--
what did your classmates give you?

Wedgies.

TOBY: Gonna get the tree
from the car so it'll be up when

Happy gets here-- it'll be
the first thing she sees.

Absolutely not.
No artificial trees.

I saw a handsaw on the porch.

I'm gonna cut down a tree,
just like I did

when I was a boy.
Come on, Ralph.

Why me?

'Cause normal kid stuff
is good for you.

You know what? I'll come, too.

I can show Ralph

the orienteering skills

he needs for his
Forestry Braves merit badge.

I'll go, too.

Since when
do you cut down trees?

I grew up on a farm
where I cut down many trees.

I've seen photos.
It was a dairy farm.

Not a lot of trees.

Yes.

Because I cut them all down.

(birds chirping, cawing)

Cool.

Want me to show you
how to do it?

I assume it's a steady,
circular application of force

over the relatively small area

presented by the knife's
sharp blade.

(chuckles)

Yeah, well, there's a little bit
more to it than that.

You got to
rotate the apple

in your right hand
while pushing

just under the skin
with your left thumb.

That's what I said.

You want to give
it a try, Ralph?

I-I don't know if Paige
would want him to use a knife.

CABE: Kids are
coddled these days.

I was a lot younger
than Ralph was

when my grandpa gave
me that pocketknife.

TIM: There you
go, buddy.

You got it.
Good job, Ralph.

The blade angle's acute.
It's not...

not obtuse...
Ah-ah-ah.

I'll tell you what, Nervous
Nelly, why don't you and Tim

go ahead, and when
you find a good tree,

you come back here, and
Ralph and I'll have a snack.

Okay.
Don't worry,

when you get back, he'll
have all his fingers.

SYLVESTER:
Vote for Dodd. Vote for Dodd.

Sylvester Dodd for alderman.

Vote for Dodd?

Hey.
(gasps)

Vote for Dodd.

Intimidating
the electorate

was not a part of the deal.

I can't take doing this
much longer.

And speaking of our deal,
where's my end of the bargain?

Okay. Here.

Toby's present.

Not as good as if you
made it, but it works.

If I made it, Toby would
have read me in an instant

and knew I was up to something.
Thank you.

You're welcome. Okay,

so we both want to get up
to the cabin, right?

Let's buckle down and get
these candy canes to the voters.

I'll go set up over there.

Dodd! Vote for Dodd!

Hey. You a registered voter?

Yeah.

Vote Dodd.

What about this one?

It looks a little
underwhelming to me.

Speaking of which, I, um...

got the feeling
you were a little...

underwhelmed
with your new office.

Yeah. I mean, you don't think
that desk is a little small?

It kind of felt
like a dig at me.

Well, it's the only desk
in... the garage.

If you want...
a different one,

I would be happy
to order you a new one

when we get back.

No problem at all.
Really?

Yeah, I mean, listen, Tim,
we've had our challenges,

but you-you and I
are good now.

Huh?
Yeah, good.

I thought so, too-- I just
want it to stay that way.

Absolutely.

Come on, I'm not
who you think I am.

You guys are crazy.
You know me.

MAN 2: Yeah, you're the guy
who double-crossed us.

MAN 3:
Start digging.

Please, I got a family.

It's Christmas.

MAN 2: Well, it ain't
gonna be a merry one.

Dig!

TIM: I don't think they're
looking for buried treasure.

WALTER:
They're gonna kill that man.

Do something.
With what?

I didn't bring
my service weapon.

Neither did Cabe.
Why not?

Because you don't bring a gun
to Christmas weekend.

Well, we have until that man
finishes digging

his own grave to save him.
Okay, now,

hold on just a second,
we don't go out there

and risk our lives until we know
who we're saving, okay?

He could be a bad guy, too.

WALTER:
Maybe...

But I did hear
“wife and kids”"

and he looks scared
to death, so...

prudence dictates that
we should extricate him

from the situation and then
figure out who he is. Yes?

(whispers): Yes?
Okay. Okay.

TIM: He looks like
he can handle himself.

Be three versus three.

We need a distraction.

Give me your bag.

Give me your bag.

Okay.

(unzips bag)
Shh, shh...

Bug spray.

Give me your lighter.

Great.

♪ ♪

Once the flame melts
through the plastic,

gets to the gas inside...

Kaboom. I get it. How long?

Uh, I estimate
about 136 seconds.

(grunts)
Guys, watch him.

I got to use a tree.

TIM: Okay. Then we'll flank 'em.
I'll go left, you go right.

When the explosion happens, we
each take the guy closest to us.

Hopefully the guy with the
shovel can handle his own.

Swing for the liver?
Like in Ireland?

No. Forget the liver.
Hit him in the head...

with this.

Geological Impact Amplifier.

Eh, that could work.

So long as our victim
doesn't do anything stupid

in the next 1.4 minutes.

Okay. Let's go, let's go.

Uh-oh. Wait.

What? What?

He's about to do
something stupid.

(grunting)

That was a gunshot.

♪ ♪

Hey, wait.
Walter,

what the hell are you doing?

WALTER:
Hey, hey! Over here! This way!

We can get you out of here!

(gunshot)

(grunts)

Come on, come on, come on.
Who the hell are you guys?

Homeland Security.

(grumbles)
MAN: You here for me?

No. We're here
for a Christmas tree.

Walt,
when is this can gonna blow?

I suggest we run.

I suggest you follow.

(grunting)

(groaning)
We can't stop!

He can't run. He's too injured.

Well, any second, a man
with a gun is gonna come

right through here.

(screams, grunts)

Sorry about your lighter.

Let's go!

(grunting)

(exhaling)

♪ Scorpion 3x11 ♪
Wreck the Halls
Original Air Date on December 19, 201

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

That detonation sounded
like compressed gas.

Bet it was Tim's bug spray.

Paige is gonna be really pissed.

She just wanted to
have a normal holiday.

Over there!

CABE:
Walter!

Come on, Ralph.

(grunts)
What's going on?

Some guys tried to put this man
down for a long winter's nap.

Sam Roberts. Undercover ATF.

ATF?
(grunts)

You know ASAC Lindsay Evans
out of the L.A. Field Division?

I know ASAC Lisa Evans.

Short. Red-head. Tough as nails.

Guess you pass the test.

Cabe Gallo, Homeland.

(groans)
TIM: Okay.

Bullet hit your scapula.
Probably broke the bone.

The adrenaline's wearing off,

so you're probably
feeling it more now.

No kidding.

Hey, Ralph, give me your scarf.

Hey, Sam. I'm gonna
make a sling.

Okay? I'm gonna immobilize it.

I assume you were
undercover and got made?

I was just trying to call
my kid at Christmas, man.

I screwed up.

WALTER:
Who are they?

Gunrunners.

Serious bad guys.

He's right. The guy
we hit with the explosion

is probably
only just stunned.

He and the others
will regroup soon.

All right.
Sam's hurt pretty bad.

We're not gonna be able
to make great time.

Better get a move on, now,

get back to the cabin
before they move on us.

Let's go.

CABE:
Come on, Ralph.

♪ ♪

You know there's no way we can
eat all these cookies, right?

It's not about eating them,
it's about smelling them.

The olfactory bulb is closely
connected to the hippocampus,

which controls emotions.

Happy's perfect Christmas
starts with a snoot

full of cookie scent the second
she comes in the door.

So, Toby, while we have
“nine to 11 minutes

or until golden brown,”
I'd like to ask you a...

confidential question
about something.

The little desk.
It was weird, right?

I mean, I-I thought he and Tim
were getting along

after we got back from Ireland.
I thought your plan was working.

Well, my plan
was a short-term fix.

I assumed Tim would be
going back to the SEALs,

and now that's not an option,
so it changes things.

How?

Even if “Wally
and Timbo” become

BFF's forever there's
no getting around the fact

that Scorpion is Walter's team.

He's not giving
up control.

And Cabe is Scorpion's
Homeland handler.

He's not stepping down, so...

there is no leadership position
to be had for your Bo-hunk.

He's happy with his role.
He... He turned down

a head of security job
with a private contractor.

Tim is a leader.

He took the little desk
for you, Paige.

No matter how
you slice it,

Tim Armstrong just ain't
a little desk guy.

(oven door closes)

♪ ♪

I hit the bastard,
so they'll be moving slow.

Yeah. Who were the other guys?

I don't know. We'll find out
when we track 'em down.

Go cover the car in case they
circle back, try and steal it.

I'll keep my walkie on.

(knocking on door)

Coming!

Santa?
Smells like cookies.

If you want to keep
breathing, you'll forget

you ever saw this.
Okay. Um...

But maybe... save the costume
for the honeymoon.

Really? This does it for you?

I'm as surprised as you are.

Hey, merry Christmas, Happy.

Doesn't the cabin smell great?

I guess.

PAIGE: And how
about the decorations?

Where's the Christmas tree?

See that?

They go out for a real tree
instead of using

a perfectly good plastic one,

and now Happy's already
disappointed in Christmas.

Relax. They're probably
taking so long

because they're having
a really good time.

TIM: Come on!
(grunting, panting)

SAM:
I got to take a breath.

It hurts so bad,
I'm seeing stars.

We can't afford to wait.

He's right. The men after us

have guns
and a faster rate of speed.

We're about a half
a mile from the cabin.

I was taking notes
of natural markers

when we were walking out.

Tim taught me how.

SAM:
Less than a mile?

Okay. I can do that. I just,
I need... I need a minute.

Fine. Then we got to move.
I can almost feel those guys

gaining on us.
(exhales)

Are you crazy?

You can't keep a gas can
by an open flame!

Would you relax, Sly?
I just needed the gas

to give this blaze
a little Christmas goose.

(panting): I've checked
every direction.

Ground's too hard
for footprints;

they could be anywhere...

Yeah, but why don't
we start there.

Davis, I think I found 'em.

Guys, that might be a problem.

That's coming from our cabin.

If we can see,
so can the gunrunners.

All right, Sam.
Your minute's up. Let's move!

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

Let's go!

Come on.

Is there a fireplace screen or
something to catch the embers?

No screen.

Happy and I are gonna bunk down
in front of this hearth,

and snuggle up in the warmth

of an absolutely
perfect Christmas.

(door slams)
Doc!

We got a gunshot wound!

That was fast.

Are you okay?
There's bad guys out there.

Bad guys?
TOBY: Mind telling me

who I'm treating?
ATF Agent Sam Roberts.

I'm guessing only two of the
three gunrunners followed us.

Smart move would be to
leave one back at the car

in case we double back
to try and steal it.

Gunrunners?

If they saw the smoke, they'd
know someone's up here.

I knew the fire was a bad idea.
We have to hit the road.

The guy at the car is likely
gonna come check right now!

Too late. He's already here.

♪ ♪

He only saw me. Maybe
I can convince him

I'm alone, get him to leave?

- Unlikely.
- Agreed.

This cabin is the only place
around here for miles.

It's a good bet
that the gunrunners

will surmise it's
where we came from.

And they'll be able to follow
the trail we left.

We were worried about speed,
not stealth.

We need to act while we have
the numbers on our side.

Guy out there
has a gun. We don't.

He's right. One man,
many bullets.

I don't like that math.
This is gonna get ugly.

Maybe not. Happy, Sly, Toby,
take Sam and Ralph

down to the cellar.
What are you gonna do?

It's not what I'm gonna do,
it's what you're gonna do.

♪ ♪

Oh...

Excuse me, ma'am. I was...

out hunting and my dog ran off.

You haven't seen an old beagle
around here have you?

Oh, uh... No. I haven't seen
a dog, but maybe my friend has.

W-Why don't you come in
and we'll ask her?

Uh, we have way too many
Christmas cookies

if you... if you want some.

♪ ♪

Actually, I think
I just heard my dog.

Thank you so much
for your time.

Maybe he bought it.

I don't think so.

He saw my government plates.

We need to get the others and
head out the back right now.

That's a no-go.

There are three of them with
guns now, they're just

gonna come in here shooting!
CABE: No they won't.

At least not yet.

They saw three vehicles parked

out there,
one with government plates.

They don't know
who's inside here.

They don't know how much
firepower we have.

Well, they're probably
on their walkie-talkies,

calling in backup.

With no service,

we can't call
for help ourselves.

Actually, I think I know a way.

Did, uh... anyone bring
their cell phone here?

(clears throat)

¿Comprende “no servicio”?

No cell tower service,

but if we

use the limited two-way radio

from the phone,

plus some parts

from the cabin's
weather alert radio...

We can find and jump onto

the bad guys'
walkie-talkie signal.

Should have more
than enough range

to reach the
sheriff's station.

Okay, I got it,

but in order for this to work,
we also need a computer.

Well, we had our strict
no-tech policy on this trip.

Did anyone cheat?
Bring their gear?

So, no computers.

Not exactly.

Merry Christmas.

Yes, for you.

A laptop?

Walter, this is too much.

Guys, we got to hurry.

No worries. Okay.

A team photo?
You customized it for me.

Hey, there's Tim,

behind that giant
stack of folders.

I don't remember

a giant stack of folders
on your desk.

Is that Photoshopped?

Sly, open up

the laptop's
casing and then,

Happy, build the
radio device.

CABE:
Okay, remember,

but we're gonna call

on these guys' signal.

So, once they hear it,

they're gonna know
the cops are coming.

They're gonna
rush the house.

So, we'll have to hold them off

until help gets here.

Based on the distance

to the sheriff department
substation,

I estimate 15 minutes
before we get help.

How do we hold them off
for 15 minutes when all we have

is decorations, food and gifts?

Then we work
with what we have.

We build traps and
defend the cabin.

Okay, you heard my lady,
let's Home Alone their asses.

All right, Cabe,
this one's for you from me.

Might be able
to use that.

And open this one
from me to Sly.

I got him some neckties
for the campaign.

They could come in handy.

(shouts)

That one's for Happy.

Off limits.

Seriously, just use
Ralph's rocket.

He doesn't like
this, anyway.

Fine.

HAPPY: Just hold those
wires in place.

Thank you.

These pieces are small
in these things.

Thanks for your help earlier.

I know you didn't like being
in that silly getup.

You can put me in whatever you
want, I'm always gonna be me.

I was an elf named Happy,

but I was still a grump.

I don't know about you.

What do you mean?

On Thanksgiving,
you were dressed

as a Lord of the Rings reject.

Today, it was Santa Claus.

Now, Cabe wants
to put you in a tie.

You should just be yourself.

Well, that's never
really been easy for me.

Then you're not as smart
as I thought you were.

Don't tell anyone I said this,
but I like the way you are

and I don't like anybody.

Just give other people

a chance to get
to know the real you.

They'll like you, too.

What the hell
are you looking at?

It's finished.
Go tell the others.

Right.

Okay.

Just tie down that down

a little tighter
to the ski.

What's up with this coffee can
on the stove?

Oh, melting salt.

Molten sodium chloride explodes
when it hits cold water.

All right.

There you go.

It's very tight.

I think I ruined Sly's gift
from Cabe.

Yeah, and, uh, speaking
of gifts, I thought, uh,

Secret Santa was limited to $50.

Yeah, I built the laptop.

Already had the parts

and my labor was free.

Walter, cut the crap.

You're still in
love with Paige.

That little desk, that's you
trying to undermine me.

You know, I-I
really thought

that we were supposed
to be friends now.

I should be angrier,
but your attempts are...

pretty pathetic.

Pathetic?

(chuckles)
Yeah.

You covered my face
in a photo.

You don't think Paige
is gonna see that?

Look, you might be
a genius, Walter,

but when it comes to her,
you've got a lot to learn.

Just being honest with you.

Let me be honest with you.

We were never friends.

I was faking it for Paige.

Yeah, well, so was I.

I never liked you

because you never made me
feel welcome.

And Timbo is a stupid nickname.

You never felt welcome
'cause you never were.

I never asked for you.

Yeah, I know.

You've resented me the moment
I walked through that door.

Yes, I resent you
for disrupting my team.

By dating Paige?!

Yes, and I resent you

for trying to bond with Ralph
when we both know

that I'm the one that he
should be learning from,

not you.

He's more like me.

(scoffs)

Yeah, well, um,
guess what... pal?

Cabe already put
in the paperwork

with Homeland
and I'm not going anywhere.

You will never be
a real member of Scorpion.

Um...

Happy and Sylvester

are ready to make that call.

Okay.

CABE: Soon as we use this thing,
the thugs'll hear it

and all hell'll
break loose.

Uh, so I just redressed
Sam's wound. It's bad.

There's no way
he can help us up here.

Paige, Ralph's being very brave.

Okay, here goes nothing.

That's the bad guy's
walkie-talkie signal.

Connecting to police band
shortwave now.

Okay, we're hot.

This is Cabe Gallo,

Homeland agent,
badge number 2835.

Need immediate assistance.

Officer down,
civilians in danger.

At least three known shooters.

Cabin at the top
of Addison Road.

DEPUTY:
Copy that, Agent Gallo.

Hold tight. Help is on the way.

It worked.

That's what might get us killed.

Uh, guys, I'm assuming
it worked.

Why, you seeing 'em
getting ready?

I saw the three guys we know of
getting ready,

and the two who just showed up.
All armed to the teeth.

Guess we're not the only ones
who called for reinforcements.

(quietly):
Around the front.

Bad guys coming!
Battle stations!

Okay. What are you doing?

Jamming their walkies
with a little Christmas cheer

so they can't coordinate
their attack.

(rock music starts playing)

♪ It's gonna be a kick-ass
Christmas ♪

♪ It's gonna be
a kick-ass year ♪

♪ 'Cause Santa is comin',
I can hear the sleigh hummin' ♪

♪ And the elves
are gonna bring the beer ♪

♪ It's gonna be
a kick-ass Christmas

♪ It's gonna be a killer time ♪

♪ 'Cause we're gonna go
under the mistletoe ♪

One down.
♪ And you'll be my Christmas valentine ♪

♪ Oy, oy, oy ♪

♪ You will get a very special ♪

♪ Feeling when you hear ♪

♪ Voices screaming
“Chug that eggnog” ♪

♪ Grab a match
and burn the Yule log ♪

(grunts) ♪ 'Cause it's gonna
be a kick-ass Christmas ♪

Two down.

♪ It's gonna
be a kick-ass year ♪

♪ 'Cause Blitzen is blitzed ♪

Aw...
♪ And Rudolph is ripped ♪

♪ And the Christmas band
is here to play ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ It's gonna
be a kick-ass Christmas ♪

♪ 'Cause you'll always
be my kick-ass girl ♪

Aah!
♪ And far as I can see it'll be you and me ♪

♪ So it'll always
be a kick-ass world ♪

Three down.

♪ It'll always
be a kick-ass world ♪

♪ Joy and peace to the world ♪

♪ Joy and peace
to the world ♪

♪ Joy and peace to the world ♪

(grunts)

Four down.
♪ Joy and peace to the world ♪

♪ Joy and peace to the world ♪

Come on out of there.

♪ Joy and peace
to a kick-ass world ♪

Looks like you're one ski short.

♪ Oy! ♪

Five down.

With time to spare.

Get it?

Spare? Bowling ball?

We got it.
It was terrible.

Truly awful.

You ruined Christmas.

All right, they're all secure.

It's safe to bring up Ralph.

All right, you listen up.

You're all officially
on the naughty list.

You move, you're gonna get worse
than coal up your stockings.

PAIGE: Cabe!

The cellar's empty--
they're gone.

RALPH (in distance):
Mom!

Mom!

Sam's taking Ralph!

(engine starts)

(engine starts)
I'm coming with you!

Why has the ATF guy taken Ralph?

DAVIS:
ATF?

No, he's one
of us. At least,

he was until he
stole our money.

Tim, you stay here
and watch them.

Happy, you give him a hand.

Doc, you're with me.

This ends
in a hostage situation,

I might need your skills.

Copy that.

Any of you feel froggy,

before you jump,
think about this:

I'm a pissed-off ex-Navy SEAL,

and even I'm scared of her.

PAIGE:
How did this happen?

Sam is a gunrunner.
He stole money from the rest

of the crew and they were
gonna kill him for it.

No, I get that part.
I mean how did we get tricked?

When Sam realized
that Walter and Tim

were with Homeland
he made up a story

to keep from getting arrested.

And then he knew someone I know
at the ATF, so I believed him.

Of course. If he's been busted
for running guns,

he would know people at the ATF.

How did Toby miss this?
He's a human lie detector.

You guys told me
Sam was ATF,

not Sam himself.

You believed him,
so you weren't lying.

There was nothing
for me to read.

And Sam's deception markers

could have easily
been masked

by the intense pain
of his injury.

Injury is nothing
compared to

what I'll do to him
when we catch him.

(tires screeching)

SAM:
Sit down, kid.

(groans)

TOBY:
We can't let Sam get away.

Hostages don't fare well

once they've outlived
their usefulness.

I know the stats, Doc.
We need an idea.

Holy stowaways!
There's Ralph!

Oh, my God, Ralph!

He jimmied the trunk
with my knife.

Smart boy. He knows
there's only one way

we can stop that car,

and if he's in a small,
enclosed space,

he significantly reduces
his chances of injury.

Cabe,

drive Sam off the side road
coming up.

Copy that.

(tires screeching)

(frustrated grunt)

Okay, very shortly,
you're going to

see something
that's going to frighten you.

I'm already frightened.

Sam is gonna barrel
toward a log

he was sitting on earlier.

Sam won't remember
where it was.

He has 110 IQ, tops.
What?

- No. Ralph is in the trunk.
- Exactly.

If he hits it,
the front of the car will

take the bulk of the force--
he'll be okay.

When?
Right around this turn.

Ralph, close the trunk.

Hold on.

Ralph!

Stay back, I got a hostage!

(police siren wailing)

Mom!

(sirens approaching)

On the ground, or I'm gonna put
a slug in your other shoulder!

On the ground!

(amped-up version of
Jingle Bells playing)

♪ ♪

On second thought,
artificial trees aren't so bad.

You okay, Ralph?

I'm fine.

Good thing I had Cabe's
pocket knife with me.

Speaking of which...

♪ It was December 24th
on Hollis Ave. in the dark... ♪

Here.

♪ When I see a man chilling
with his dog in the park ♪

♪ I approached him very slowly
with my heart full of fear ♪

♪ Looked at his dog
oh, my God, an ill reindeer ♪

Merry Christmas, pal.

Really?

No, not really.

He cannot have
a knife, he's 12.

I got that knife when
I was younger than Ralph.

He's a lot more capable
than I was.

Look how he handled
himself today.

My grandpa
gave it to me.

I wanted to pass it on
to my grandson someday.

♪ Enough to buy a boat
and matching car with ease ♪

♪ But I'd never steal
from Santa... ♪

May I?

Okay.

♪ But when I got home I bugged,
'cause under the tree ♪

♪ Was a letter from Santa
and the dough was for me... ♪

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Is that Sparkling Mike?
Used to be.

Is it for me?

I can't believe you
tracked down all these pieces.

Yeah, that's...

that's exactly what I did.

I found all those parts

so you could
put it together yourself.

'Cause I know you like
to build stuff.

Hell yeah, I do.

You're looking for
an “attaboy,” aren't you?

You know, I'd be lying
if I said I wasn't.

Do you have any idea
how hard it was

to track down all those pieces?

Look, I know you're
the kind of guy

that needs positive
reinforcement,

and I'm the kind of girl
that can't give it to you.

Not in my nature.
My bad.

But this might help.

Merry Christmas.

A key fob.

Not just any key fob.

Every time you think I should
give you a pat on the back,

just hit that button
and know that,

even though I don't
say it enough,

I really mean it.

HAPPY (recorded voice):
Attaboy!

Oh, and I kept
the elf costume...

for the honeymoon.

Attaboy!

Hey.

I was just
thinking about

putting up one
of those kitten posters.

“Hang in there.”
(chuckles)

About that conversation
I walked in on

between you and Walter...

It was nothing, it was just
some... headbutting.

It'll be fine.

Take the job
your friend offered.

What? No.

It's in the Middle East.
I know.

But you'll be
heading up a team,

protecting people,
rebuilding infrastructure...

It's important work.

You'll be
in a leadership role.

You're just not
a little desk guy.

I guess I'm not.

Besides, you said it's just

for eight months of training,

and then back to head up
the west coast office.

Yeah.

(chuckles)

I want to ask you to
come with me so bad.

But where I'm going...
is no place for Ralph.

And I might not be
a genius, but...

I know that I'm crazy
about that kid,

and the best place
for him to be is here,

with Scorpion.

So you and I will
Skype every day,

and we will make it work.

We'll definitely
make it work.

(chuckles)

And I don't actually
have to leave the country

until after the holidays,

so we still have
New Year's.

And tomorrow, I can
come by the house,

we can do Christmas
morning with Ralph.

Does that sound good?
Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Man, I am beat.

Yeah, me, too.

And I have to stay up
wrapping Ralph's gifts.

Oh.

Well, how 'bout this?

I will stay up with you
and help you wrap 'em.

I would love that.

Okay. I'll get my things.

(”Christmas All Over the World”
by Tim McGraw fades up)

♪ In the desert
they're hanging ♪

♪ Christmas lights ♪

You sure about this?

I've never been more sure
about anything in my life.

I'm just relieved that
Paige is 100% onboard.

It's been a pleasure, sir.

TOBY:
Tim.

We need to talk.

HAPPY:
Paige told us you're leaving.

Yeah.

It's a great opportunity

and Paige and I both know
it's where I should be.

You know, Tim, um,
we geniuses are a tricky breed.

Hard people to get along with.

We can be a little moody.
Neurotic.

Condescending,
but you were a team player.

You put
yourself in danger

and, uh, you saved my life
when Mark Collins kidnapped me.

And you were still
a jerk to him.

I was still
a jerk to you,

but bottom
line, we're...

We're glad we got
to know you. (chuckles)

Me, too.

It's been... educational.
(chuckles)

♪ The joy, the joy, the joy ♪

Oh. Okay.
(laughing)

Guys, do you mind
if I have a word with Tim?

♪ It's Christmastime ♪

♪ All over the world ♪

♪ ♪

This is not necessary.

We had an argument,
it was heated.

I'm not used
to emotional outbursts.

I-I didn't know how
to handle it.

Uh, I'm-I'm not... equipped

for this type of thing,
but I'm trying.

I know.

I can see you trying.

So let me keep trying.

Listen, I know
I'm not perfect, Tim,

but I-I'm not the type of person
who wants to drive away

people who are hardworking,

who give their best efforts.
- No.

Walter, you didn't
drive me away.

I made this choice on my own.

But the truth is,
Scorpion...

it's your team

and it should remain your team.

And I'll tell you, it's a team
I always will be proud

to have been a part of.

Be well, Walter.

♪ ♪

We're ready.

Yeah.

Have a good night, Walter.

♪ The bells,
the bells are ringing ♪

♪ The joy, the joy, the joy ♪

♪ They're bringing ♪

♪ The bells, the bells,
the bells ♪

♪ Are ringing ♪

Before you say anything,

I didn't want this.

That's irrelevant.

'Cause Paige
thinks you did.

So no matter how calmly
she's taking it right now,

she is gonna blame you.

I have a feeling you're in for
a seriously unhappy New Year.

Eggnog?

♪ It's Christmastime ♪

♪ All over the world ♪

♪ All over the world. ♪

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