All language subtitles for SCORPION - S02 E04 - Robots (720p - Web-DL)

All right, now explode,

full power.

100%.

That is 100%.

PSI of those jabs
is averaging 129.

On the power scale, that's...

Kitten. Sad kitten.

Left up

and sting it.

Speaking of sting,

Chet again.

And an a.m. drop-off.

See you again tonight?

Sure thing.
Thanks for the lift. Yeah.

What's wrong with your bike?

New clutch is on back order.

I know we've both moved on,

but she's parading her new
fling right in my face?

She's just

so cold and mechanical.

You want to distract
yourself from her,

then grow a set and focus.

There you go.
Now you're getting it, kid!

Hello? Excuse me.

Can we help you?

Deputy Homeland Director
Katherine Cooper.

Where is... Molina?

I'm Scorpion's
Homeland liaison now.

Deputy director.

Downgrade.

She cutting our funding, too?

Your funding is intact.

She just doesn't want to...
interact with you,

because of the prior...
interaction.

She wanted to leave me

to die

in a jail.

She's easily alienated.

You seem edgy.

Why are you so edgy?

I'm not edgy. I'm just...

I'm pressed for time,

and I have a classified
mission to assign.

And it smells so bad in here.

Is that... intentional?

That is Toby.

Because this is

a black operation,
my information is need-to-know.

Walter O'Brien, Cabe
Gallo, Happy Quinn,

join me in my SUV.

You heading north or south?

Ooh, eye flutter

on “south.”

Huntington,

Long Beach, San Pedro...

San Pedro it is, meaning water.

The ports.

A frigate?

Can we leave now?

And you can only take
three of the team,

so space is an issue.

A submarine.
It's a submarine, isn't it?

Anyway, Homeland needs.

Scorpion's help for a black-ops
nuclear submarine mission

deep in international waters
off the coast of California?

Ooh.

They'll be needing me

to code?

I'll get my laptop.

And I will be
building something,

so I'll get my tools.

And I will get my party hat

because I don't have
to go on a submarine.

And I'll be going

to keep anyone from
wanting to kill them.

Welcome to Scorpion.

I'm still reading an edge.
What's up with that?

You just disclosed details
on a classified mission.

I just need to know that
you'll keep this confidential.

What's confidential?

Who's this?

He's, my...

my friend.

Hey, buddy.

He's using

my mug.

He's staying here?

You need to get...

Mr. Saigon out of here.

Things are dicey between
Scorpion and Director Molina,

and you can't afford any more...

issues.

Walter, we never discussed
Ray staying in the Airstream,

and he doesn't present a
professional image, so...

You got to go.

For the good of the team.

Okay.

Just need to get the
Grem out of lockdown

and then... on my way.

I'll take you to the lot.
Sweet. Thank you.

Actually, if you could drive my car
back, I would...

appreciate it. They won't
release a car in the impound lot

to someone with a suspended
license, which...

I don't even understand that.

Oh, this just keeps
getting better.

That's your new friend,
and you're just gonna kick him

to the curb? Just like that?

Yes.

I am surrounded by robots.

Now that we have some privacy...

We don't. I'm on comms

with the team.
We'll stay that way

on the sub,
piggybacking on the antennae.

Fine. But...

under no circumstances

will you disclose the location
of the sub once you're on board.

The Navy insists

that remains classified.

50 bucks I can figure out
their exact location anyway.

You want to bet? It's a bet.
We got a bet?

You have a serious problem.
No duh.

We're going to San Pedro

to ferry you out to a
special ops nuclear sub.

The mission is to
analyze a Vulture,

an ocean floor data hunter,

attached to an underwater
fiber optic cable

on the floor of
the Pacific Ocean.

Attached by whom?

Not yet determined.

But the device is
tapping a highly secure

line between the United
States Department of Defense

and the Chinese
government in Shanghai.

Happy, we need you to build

an extension to the
submarine's arm.

We'll use it to tap a cable
from Walter's computer

into the listening device.

Walter, you'll hack into
the device's mainframe

and identify whoever
is intercepting

our communications.

Welcome aboard the XB-4.

I'm Captain Steven Jones.

This is Ensign Nathan
Hall, our Bullgeorge.

He'll be looking after you
riders during this mission.

We have eight other crew members

in the Forward
Operational Compartment.

Ballast tank, trim tank,

reactor control,
turbine control.

It's gearhead heaven.

And all highly classified.

What you see here stays here.

This mission is top secret.
No one outside of Langley

knows our objective or location.

Captain, we're rigged for dive.

Very well.
Take the Conn, submerge the ship.

I have the Conn!

Ahead two-thirds.

Dive, dive, dive.
Five-degree down bubble.

Make your depth 200 feet.
Come left to course 270.

This, crew is different

from most of the military
we have worked with.

We get 18 months of training

before ever seeing
the inside of a sub.

A lot of us here are
nuclear engineers.

It makes the hierarchy
a little different

from the rest of the military.

We do have a saying,

"When hundreds of feet below,

the power goes to he who knows."

Or she.

Or she.

Zing. Happy.

Great use of her
humor programming.

I need to check on the crew.
Give me just a second.

Walter, what's your speed?

I estimate about 20 knots.

My lunch.

It's conveniently shaped.

And our best way of
figuring out their location.

They left San Pedro

at 8:25.

Roughly 20 knots for 30 minutes.

Sub would head for
closest, deepest water.

That would be right off the
Palos Verdes shelf break.

Putting you 15 miles

east

of Catalina Island.

Miss.

See, I don't like the mojo

of playing Battleship
with an actual battleship.

It's not Battleship.
It's Battle Sub.

32 degrees north...

117 degrees west.

Point Loma?

Call that a hit. Walter,

I'm gonna sink your battle sub.

Please, don't harm the...

pickles.

Hey, we're dark.

No outgoing communication.

Half my team's on the mainland.

They will be the only
half not incarcerated

if information is leaked.
Your orders

to disallow communications
are illogical.

Toby and Sylvester
are part of this team.

I have my orders.
You have my instructions.

And you will

follow them.

I think Captain just
Crunched their comms.

I'm picking up bits and pieces,

but I can barely
make anything out.

Follow me.

I thought they were supposed
to be working with us.

Military protocol doesn't
have a lot of flexibility.

Let's say we toe the line.

I still can't make anything out.

This cancels our bet.
No bet. Bet off.

Whatever. I'm just trying
to enjoy my off time.

♪ To the left, to the right ♪

♪ It's just like,
it's just like ♪

♪ A mini mall, hey, hey... ♪

You got to be kidding me.

Ma'am, it's not my problem

that your husband doesn't
pay his parking tickets.

He is not my husband.

And $1,200 is $1,100 over

the value of the car.

I'd counter that you can't put
a price on the value of a home.

Just a few forms to fill out.

Pen.

I'll handle it. Cool.

Let's see if you're
worth your salt.

The rods and clamps I
affixed to the main jib

will act like the arms of an
arthroscopic surgery device.

Extending now.

We'll use the camera

to find the communication port

on the listening device.

There.

Not bad.

Access port exposed.

Happy, connect the cable.

And we're in.

Uploading their interface.

Toby calls us
robots, but, tell me,

what's more fascinating
than a robot?

Oh, he endlessly
analyzes feelings,

Sylvester is a mess of feelings,
Paige helps us sort them.

But without the metal gears of the
machine, it doesn't run.

I guess my role is to kick

the machine when it starts
talking and doesn't focus.

We've analyzed the exterior

construction of the device...
Swiss metalwork, Dutch wiring...

but no clue as to
who put it there.

I'm in the main interface.

I thought this would
take an hour at least.

Why are you stopping?

That seemed a little too easy.
Happy,

detach the cabling
for the device.

Aye, aye.

What are you doing?
We're in the middle

of a mission, damn near the end.
My instinct says

that this is a dummy interface,

a lure to draw us
into the system

to plant some malware

onto your sub

or something worse.

Worse like what?
Aborting the mission

requires a direct order from the captain.
Then get it,

fast, 'cause I have a feeling
we want to be as far away

from that device as possible.

Walter,
tell me what's happening.

Sir.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Turn that down.
Listen to this.

Flooding... engine room!

Something's wrong.

Come on, Happy. Not funny.

I told you we shouldn't
have played Battle Sub.

Reactor's scrammed.
We've lost propulsion.

Lost depth control.

Prepare for impact!
We're gonna hit the ocean floor!

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Is everyone okay?

Fine.

Good.

How did this happen?
There was an explosive device

on the Vulture to keep it
from being hacked or captured.

We need to do a
vessel diagnostic.

I'll help. Electric has failed.

Engines have failed.

We're settled at
a 40-degree angle.

Well, the size of the blast
was likely enough to flood

the compartments between here
and the rest of the crew.

Communications are out.

And my team doesn't
know where we are

because you killed our comms.

It gets worse.
The Navy won't know that we're missing

until we don't arrive
at our rendezvous point

in six hours,
and for security purposes

only the people on the submarine

know the course
that was charted.

Thank God they're alive.

"Electric down.

"Trying to get the hatch open.

We're compromised."

"No generator."

No oxygen system.

The shared ventilation
system provides

all of us with roughly
150 cubic feet of oxygen.

Divide that by 13,

each consuming 1.5 cubic
feet of oxygen per hour,

we have one hour and ten
minutes of oxygen left.

I'm a Marine...
I spent a lot of time on a ship.

You have immersion suits down
here for underwater escape.

We do,

but not in this compartment.

Then we need to
get a message out.

Where's the communications panel?
Maybe I can fix it.

No, we're supposed
to be running silent.

I believe our
directive has changed.

The communications?

In the bow,

past that bulkhead.

Let me go check.

We're gonna need all hands.
All hands.

Happy, come in.

XB-4, come in.

Yes, I'm here.

I don't care what
meeting she's in.

Tell Director Cooper
there's an emergency.

Giving me the runaround.

Then run around her.

We're gonna go see this Cooper.

Your car is in the shop.

That was painful.

This whole experience
has been painful. Odd.

Most people who come in
here are real upbeat.

There you go.

Your keys.

You've got good news for me, right?
I've won the lottery?

Wrong.
Where are the keys to your car?

I need them now.

They're in my purse.

Then you need to go to
Cooper's office right now.

I'm gonna explain
later, but Cabe, Walter

and Happy are in
serious trouble.

Okay.

Where the hell is he?

Ray! I got to go!

Oh, God.

Hey, they got doughnuts
in the break room.

Paige?

Okay.

The water is freezing.

Yeah, well, at this depth

the temperature can't
be more than 28 degrees.

You have an interesting
breadth of knowledge.

The entire system

was shorted in the explosion.

I've circumvented a number
of blown circuits to see

if there's any way to
bring this back to life.

Okay, Cabe,

on my call,
hit the breaker on the wall.

Go.

We good?

We are not good! Keep it out

of the water, or we're all dead!

That was close.

It's fried.

We have zero communication
with the surface.

The only way we're
gonna find them

is if we pinpoint
their location.

Before they went dark,
we had Point Loma.

Walter said they
were at 20 knots.

I'm saying good guess.

This is an arc representing

35 minutes,
22 knots from Point Loma.

We don't know exactly

where the secret
underwater cable is

that connects the U.S.
and China,

but if it follows
a similar route

to the Trans-Pacific
Express cable...

And there's...

a very rough guess as to
the whereabouts of our sub.

With a bite taken out of it.

Oh... God.

Yeah, I'm here.
What do you have?

The rough coordinates

for Cooper...
I'm texting them now.

They're saying the sub
has listed too far.

The silt is blocking
their port hatch.

They can't get out.

Ask them from now on to
keep it to good news only.

I will not suggest
that to the captain.

So they have the escape
suits in their compartment

and no way out, and we have a
way out but no escape suits.

Even if we did have
the immersion suits,

it's doubtful we could
survive in water this cold.

You'd have ten minutes before
severe hypothermia set in,

and that's if you made
it to the surface.

Which is highly unlikely,
given that we're 300 feet down.

What's the depth rating
of those survival suits?

225 feet.

Here.

There seems to be

some kind of plan forming here,
and as commanding officer,

I'm the one who should be
making these decisions.

Well, I thought the power
goes to he who knows.

And we know how to build one
of those suits from scratch.

You just listed all the ways
that it's certain death.

Sitting here is certain death...
what we're talking about

is just likely death.

I should volunteer then.

I'll go.

I'm the biggest and most
immune to hypothermia.

You know if you leave,

there's a good chance that
you die before any of us.

I'm the most expendable.

I can't risk Happy and you.

And you know the sub.

Greater good.

Greater good.

The Navy isn't going to send

a rescue

unless the sub
misses its rendezvous

or there's proof of failure.

The Navy has
absolutely no evidence

there's anything gone
wrong with this mission.

We were in communication with
the sub when it went down.

Well, I told them that.

They're of the opinion

your team was listening
in on an illegal signal

that just happened
to break down.

Nothing to warrant
a rescue mission.

My people are smarter
than your people.

I have coordinates for
where the sub might be.

You don't want to
wake up tomorrow

knowing you could have helped
save 13 people who died

because you followed the rules.

I feel like the Michelin Man.

Okay, Cabe, once you reach

the surface...
You have one cartridge.

Parachute flare... visible

for 30 miles.

When you get help,
get the Navy to send

a Deep Submergence Rescue
Vehicle out of San Diego.

Regardless of where we're at,

it'll take at least 150
minutes to get here.

We'll be out of oxygen.

After you get rescued...

and you will get rescued...
you get this list to Toby.

It's everything they'll
need to make an oxygen tank

they can load down to us.

It'll give us enough air

to stay alive until the rescue.

All contingent, of course,

on you surviving the ascent.

I hadn't thought about
that for a second.

Thanks for the reminder.

Okay, exhale slowly and
continuously on your way up.

You won't have to worry about the
bends, because the sub

has the same air
pressure as the surface.

Should be a quick trip up.

You'll have ten minutes from
when you enter the water

until hypothermia and...

death.

Buck up, kiddo.
Didn't you join the Navy for adventure?

He should be breaking
the surface now.

If he's not, he's drowning.

God... please let this work.

If we don't hear from Cabe
soon, one of us will go up next.

No pressure suits?

I don't like the odds of
making it to the surface.

Versus the odds
of death in here?

We have 40 minutes of air left.

I'm two nautical miles
into the search zone.

Haven't seen anything.

They've been
searching 15 minutes

and only covered three
percent of the target zone.

Your coordinates cover 50
square miles of open ocean.

It's gonna take a while.

Toby, you got to narrow it down.

We're working with
a half-eaten hoagie

and a piece of chalk.

It's not like
we're mind readers.

What it is like...

is a mini mall.

You have finally gone insane.

No, the video I was watching.

While you were
guessing locations,

I was watching that video.

When you made your
second guess to Walter,

he was singing,
"♪ It's just like ♪"

♪ It's just like a mini mall. ♪"

And when you made your
third and correct guess,

he was saying living
rooms, dinettes.

The time between
those two lyrics

is 14 seconds.

We now know the distance they
traveled between two spots

and how long it took 'em
to cover that ground.

Which gives us their accurate
speed, not a guess.

15.38 knots,

not 20. Walter overestimated.

Their location is 117.03 west

and 32.05 north.

I'm way out of range of
those new coordinates,

but there is a commercial
vessel in that area.

I'll reach out to them.

Where are you going?

I'm getting us a chopper

and getting us on
that rescue boat.

Help!

Did you hear that?

Cabe.

Oh, that tough son
of a bitch made it.

Thank God.

Sir, phone.

Cabe,
we can't believe you're alive.

We can celebrate later.
If we want to save the others,

we got to work fast.

I need an air tank the
size of a hot water heater,

a winch from a tow truck,

three brass circa
1935-40 electric fans,

a waterproof box,
a GoPro camera,

a 14-inch diameter pipe

and a battery pack.

Real quick... how did Happy
suggest we get this stuff?

Mr. Quinn.

Fellas. Been a while.

No time to chat.
Happy's in trouble, we need

your help and a
load of equipment.

Starting with the winch
on your tow truck.

We got to move fast.
Paige'll be here

with the chopper in ten minutes.

Chopper?

They don't know how much
longer they can last.

I didn't know you
knew Morse code.

I didn't before I got on the
sub, but I figured it out.

Our time frame for
the oxygen supply

didn't account for the deeper
breathing caused by fear.

I'm ashamed to say that

my breathing might be
similarly impacted right now.

But somehow...
yours doesn't seem to be.

We're not military.

We take our orders
from math and science.

Right now we know the
odds of survival are slim,

but we know that mathematically
there's a chance.

Some people call us robotic,

mechanical.

But in situations like this,

our constitution

is a benefit.

"Still safer than an airplane"?

Why is he communicating that?

We know subs are safer
because there are

more airplanes in the water
than submarines in the sky.

Why would a submarine be in the sky?
It makes no sense.

Somehow they're
managing to joke.

Humor...

at a time like this...

that isn't something a
captain would normally order.

Not standard
operating procedure.

So strict adherence to protocol
isn't always the best...

tack.

What are you getting at?

An unconventional solution.

Okay.

Now, mathematically,
their lives...

yours and Happy's as well...

are collectively more
valuable than mine.

Are the oxygen levels
getting to you now, O'Brien?

If we flood the chamber

with an exact amount of water,

we can cause the sub
to correct position,

freeing the trapped
sailors' hatch.

Just 18 degrees would be
enough to get the hatch

out of the silt.

The others have
immersion suits...

they could leave via the
hatch, reaching the surface.

This chamber... the one that we're in...
is a closed space.

If we flood it even partially,

the rising water will
compress the air above it.

We breathe in that
compressed air,

we can no longer swim to
the surface like Cabe did.

We'll die from the bends.

We're trapped. That is right.

We'll need to leave in
a pressurized chamber.

That means waiting
for a sub rescue

that we don't have enough
oxygen to wait for.

That's why we should make
you both improvised suits

like we did for Cabe.
You both leave

and I will flood the chamber.

Nine people escape the boat,

oxygen usage drops,

leaving me a few
more minutes of air.

Anyone could make the
same calculations.

I don't think anyone else makes
that calculation, and you still

won't have enough air to keep
you alive until rescue comes.

In order to flood
this compartment

with the exact amount of
water, you need to close

the hatch, too. That is a two-person job.
I'm staying.

No. I can figure out a way to get it...
I'm staying.

And you'll need a Navy person
to work the locking device.

It's really a three-person job.

Three of us

working together maximizes
the odds of success.

How did my quiet
day turn into this?

Come on. Time's a-wasting.

When the water
gets to this level,

we close the hatch,

okay?

Ready?

Okay.

One, two...

Damn it! Not good.

That's just what Happy says.

Come on.

Lean into it!

Not smooth, but effective.

I hope so.
I had to guess the silt density.

We're shifting.

It worked!

Their hatch is clear.

"Thank you.

And Godspeed."

I have to agree that
personality-wise

you don't seem too similar.
She can be very, rigid.

She was chatty when
she was really young.

She was talking
in full sentences

at seven months old. I got her

a dollhouse when she
wasn't even three yet.

She put in her own wiring
with working lights.

I was terrified it was
gonna be a fire hazard.

I... pulled them all out.

Next day, she rewired it.

Had to take it away.

That's about when she
started getting quiet.

I should've just let her
do what she was gonna do.

You like my daughter, don't you?

I love your daughter.

All right.

Then just let her do
what she's gonna do.

One more should do it.

Thank you. You okay?

Honestly?

No.

This is my first
day on the field.

I'm in the middle of the ocean,

on a trawler,
trying to save lives.

It just might be

too big a first bite
for a desk jockey.

Before Scorpion,
I was a waitress.

Feeling overwhelmed
is part of the job,

but it's a job I
learned I can handle.

You'll learn, too.

Guys?

Yes! Yes!

Either the ocean is lousy
with mermen or those

are our submariners!

Get these men out of the water!

The crew made it.

Hopefully your tank's on its
way, Happy.

So now our lives
are in Toby's hands.

Fantastic.

They're still stuck down
there without enough oxygen.

Three people use six
liters per minute,

seven if they're stressed,
which, of course, they are.

There are 122 liters of oxygen
left, which is 17 minutes,

give or take a few seconds.
Rescue sub's

35 minutes out.
The tank that we made

gives them 45 minutes of oxygen.

If this works,
it saves their lives.

We're hooked up!

Let's go!

Dear God, let this work.

There it is!

My daughter's in there.

In case we don't
make it out of here,

I just want to say

I'm not really a robot.

Thank you for clarifying.

I did know you weren't
made of circuitry.

We both play a good
game of denial.

It might be the one thing
where I can beat you,

but...

right now my dad is up
there trying to save me.

A man I've been looking
for for 25 years.

I just never expected

to want to live as
badly as I do right now.

I saved nine sailors'
lives instead of us.

I... supported that act

with calculations.

But perhaps there was...

some sentimentality attached.

And,

you let that certifiable lunatic

stay in our garage.

Maybe we're changing.

Maybe...

maybe I'm not a robot either.

You're not normal
people, are you?

Greetings submerged.
Toby Curtis here,

talking to you underwater.

If you can hear me,
open the sub's garbage chute.

We're connecting
an oxygen tank now.

So, if you feel a little
bump, that's just us.

If you can't hear me,
it means you're already dead.

Don't say that.

- Oh, God.
- If they're goners, whatever I say

won't mean a poot.

You're still recording.

Okay, you heard him.
Yeah, let's get to it.

Okay, I don't see the
disposal unit opening.

Come on!

There!

Forward!

Now!

They did it!

I have never been so
happy to smell garbage.

Ah, some nice solders there.
Wiring's not great.

A good sized tank.

Overall, I'd rate the
craftsmanship as pretty good.

Okay, so, how big's the tank?

About eight feet by three feet.

Can we use this tank
as a getaway vehicle?

There's not enough propulsion
with the three of us in it.

The tank would never even
make it to the surface.

It would just sit
there, suspended

about 100 feet off the bottom.

Yeah, but the tank gives us
298 cubic liters of 20% oxygen.

Should be enough for
about 45 more minutes.

Something wrong?

The-the-the... the air.

Smells like the
fridge in our garage.

It's sulfur.

I thought it was coming from the
trash, but it's not.

It's coming from underneath
this compartment.

It's lead/acid batteries.
The seawater must have leaked in,

caused a chemical reaction
that produced sulfur.

Ah,
the sulfur's not the problem.

The same reaction could
also produce chloride.

That's the problem.

What are you doing?

Walter's right.

It's chloride. Okay.

I've been around enough
batteries to know

breathing in that stuff
will dissolve your lungs.

Okay, so,
we don't have 45 minutes anymore.

It's more like five.

Okay, sailor,

we're down, but we're not out!

Ensign? What are you going?

There's a very specific
protocol on this sub.

Self-destruct?

If our enemies capture this sub,

its technology could be
used to kill thousands

of Americans or our allies.

In the event that the
craft is disabled,

the last officer on board
has to initiate the sequence.

But the Navy's on their way.

They'll recover the ship.
Yeah, but what if they can't?

What if they run into
logistical problems,

which is very possible?

What if whoever planted the
device that we came here for

tries to get it as
soon as we leave?

That's why the
protocol's in place,

and that's why we
have to follow it.

What's the maximum countdown
for the self-destruct protocol?

Maximum five minutes.

Initiate countdown.

In five minutes, either

the air fills with
poison, or we explode.

Guess we got to get out of
here in four and a half.

HAPPY: Walt,

we've got less
than a minute now.

This is when you normally
think of something brilliant,

so how's that coming?!

An escape pod.

The oxygen tank could be
used as an escape pod.

I asked for brilliant.

I already told you there's
too many bodies for buoyancy.

We're just sit gonna
there in the water.

Yeah, normally we would,
but in our present circumstances,

we're likely to be propelled
upward from the blast.

You really think

we can ride the explosion
of this submarine?

Yes.

Maybe. I don't know. Or we die.

Okay, look,
get up the trash chute

and into the tank.
Come on, Happy, let's go.

Go. Go.

It's not gonna be comfortable.

Okay, you go.

I need to make sure
the ship goes down.

So you're gonna rigidly adhere

to the rules even if it
costs you your life?!

It's my duty.
Your duty is to save

as many lives as possible.
That includes your own.

Okay? Okay?!

Okay, okay. You first.

All right.

Okay.

Come on! Come on!

I don't fit!

Come on. Okay, just relax.

Relax? Why?

It's an out-of-the-box solution,
and it may sting a little.

Aah! Yeah.

Aah! You can fit
through the hole now.

All right, Happy,
get us out of here.

Just reversing the
spin on these fans!

Any way we can go any faster?

No. Now shut up
and brace yourself.

Just talked to the rescue sub.

Ten minutes out.

Oh, no.

Happy.

Cabe, tell me this
didn't just happen.

Hey, dummies!

A little help?!

They're alive.

Thank God.

Couldn't have done it without
you, desk jockey.

Good work, fellas.

I just wanted to say, thank you.

You know, you're a...
you're a hero.

Well, I'm not a hero.
It's just math.

I don't know.
One thing I've learned about you is

you don't always
live by the numbers.

Sometimes you trust yourself,
believe in your team

despite the numbers.

There's another
variable in there

that you're not copping to.

Let's go downstairs.
I want to show you something.

There he is. Big Ray!

Where you been?

I just hitchhiked from Gardena.

Yeah, I guess

I'm not normally a person
people stop for, so...

Ray? Hi.

Hey. I'm...

Excuse me, fellas.

Ray, I'm sorry I ditched
you this morning.

We... It was an emergency.

Not a problem.
In fact, I saved you a doughnut.

Here.

Still hungry. I just...

Thanks.
How about I, I get you a burger?

Please sit. Yeah?

A burger? Want to sit down?

Yeah, sounds great.

Makes up for a 22-mile walk.

Sure, it's not as nice as
the one you had, but...

thought you and I could
restore it together?

I'll be your apprentice.

Like the list you
sent from the sub?

I did a good job following
the instructions, right?

It's something we
could do together

with our clothes on.

Do not... shrink me.

And I am not very comfortable

with you having in-depth
conversations with my father.

I'm just making an effort
to be a good friend.

If I tell you to
get me a 3/8 wrench,

and you get a 5/16,
I will hit you with it.

Deal.

So wait a minute.

You're-you're going to
college and you're ten?

I know we've got
our marching orders

from Cooper regarding Ray.

But... I learned a bit

about following orders today...

about being robotic is not
always the best course.

Well, despite what Cooper said,

I don't think she's the
kind of person who'd mind.

Ensign Nathan said that he felt
there was a variable within me

that makes me not as,
logical as I think I am.

I'm not sure I agree,
but, I have noticed that

some of my decision-making
isn't the same as it used to be.

I'm trying to determine
what's causing the shift.

Any theories?

Contact with humanity.

It's confusing.

I made a decision today

that saved nine
people's lives by lying.

I always thought that
emotional decisions

might compromise
Scorpion's survival,

but today they led to survival.

Maybe it's worth, rethinking

other conclusions that
I've come to regarding

avoiding... emotions.

Mom!

I decided this is the class I want...
Robotics.

It makes the most
sense to start out

with something logical
and uncomplicated.

I think...

I think he's right.

Robotics is the smart choice...
for now.

Robotics it is.

But not for everything.

Ray?

You don't have to
pack up your stuff.

You can stay as
long as you want.

Sweet. Thanks.

Absolutely, buddy.

Wow.

Well, hey,

let's get this party started!

Pardon. Oh.

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