All language subtitles for SCORPION - S03 E07 - Were Gonna Need a Bigger Vote (720p - Web-DL)

I'm Ralph dineen,
and for my civics project,

I'm interviewing average
American voters on election day.

Sir, I'm researching what issues

concern the average American.

I'm not an American
yet and if I was,

my IQ makes me
well above average.

Seriously?

This is for a grade.

Oh, right.

Well, if I were a citizen,

my concern would be
how slow the patent

and trademark office is.

I've been waiting for approval

on several of my
inventions for some time.

You see, I've created

multiple, unique innovations
that will ultimately shape

the course of...
No one likes your inventions.

Cabe: Come here, ralphy.

Get me on camera.

Cameraman, new subject.

And here we have someone

who's been voting

for almost a half a century.

Not relevant.

Now the issue that concerns me

is technology.

For example,

the other day,
i was trying to get

happy's Wi-Fi
thermostat to work.

A child can use it.

Wrong.

So, I called Toby

to help me with it.

He had me shout 72 degrees

into that thing over and over

and it never kicked
in, did it, doc?

(Laughs)

What?

Thermostat isn't
voice-activated.

I screamed into that crap pile

for 20 minutes.

(Laughing)

Not everything's improved

by technology, ralphy.

My top issue on election
day: Surveillance.

The bad guys

watch our every move,

but who watches the watchers?

You're what my teacher
calls the crackpot vote.

(Snorts)

(Clears throat)

Check it out.

Titanium crib,
hydraulic lifts...

dozens of pinhole,

fiber-optic cameras
that line the frame.

They're pointing out,

not at the baby.
What, do you plan on watching daddy?

I want to make sure
you don't drop it.

You're worried about me?

You just referred to
our child as "it."

Hey, and speaking of the

fetus-i-can't-wait-to-meet-us,

when is your overdue
prenatal checkup?

It's this afternoon
and it's not overdue.

I'm at three weeks,
within standard time frame.

Yeah, this seems personal.

Should I stop filming?

I'll tell you when
to stop filming.

Eminent domain law.

That's what concerns me.

I am researching
the subject now.

Our government

has draconian seizure power.

What, no follow up?

I'm just shocked i
got a real answer.

Last night,

during a spirited bout
of fantasies and frolics,

a-a role-playing
imagination game...

Shut it down.

My wizardry coven...

The knights of west altadenia,

learned that the
comic book store

where we convene...
Merlin's credenza?

The warlock's chest,
thank you kindly.

Our beloved lair

has been marked for destruction

in order to make space for
a big-box hardware store

to be built.

Sweet. Cheaper tools.

Happy!

The warlock's chest

is a haven for the
socially challenged.

Some people

vote their pocketbook.

I vote my comic book.

And I will support
any politician

that will rein in
eminent domain abuse.

Paige: Oh, I'm so sorry.

Lots of people
voting before work.

Thanks for watching Ralph.

How'd the civics project go?
Ralph: Awful.

I got to go edit this crap pile.

Uh, where did he learn
a word like that?

See you got your dress

for the veteran's ball.

Uh, and Ralph's suit, too.

Oh, uh, thanks again
for asking him to come.

Oh, I wouldn't think
of going without him.

Actually, we might have

a little more company.

Really? Who?

My... parents

are in L.A. for a few days

and they were wondering if they
could come to the event as well.

Paige: Oh, to the,
um, to the ball?

Tim: Yeah.

I mean, listen,
if it's weird or something, then,

oh, it's not weird, it's not weird.
I mean...

They're just in town...
No, I totally get it.

It'll be, it'll be fun.

Tim: Great.

Okay, I will let them know.

In the meantime,
I should go help Ralph edit.

He is a demanding boss.
(Chuckles)

Ooh, wow.

Introducing our Ms.
dineen to mom and dad

is quite the bold
move by Timothy.

It's quite bold, indeed.

I am really not
looking for commentary.

I didn't meet Megan's parents
until after I married her.

Speaking of marriage,

chew on these
sociological stats.

You know, over half of those
who have a formal meeting

with their paramour's
parents past the age of 29

wind up engaged.

And 82%

of those folk take the plunge.

Marriage?!

It's just a dance.

A dance down

the aisle.

And since married people

under 40 have children
at a 66% clip,

the question is not

"are you ready to
meet the parents?"

It's "are you ready
for another bambino?"

What?!

Walter: Guys, Paige is bright.

She wouldn't allow something
as trivial as a-a dance

to determine the
course of her life.

So, perhaps, we butt out?

Thank you, Walter.

Walter: You're welcome.

Besides, we don't even know

if Paige and Tim have
been intimate yet.

Oh, my god.

Man: Excuse me.

Is cabe gallo here?
Paige: Oh, great.

A case. Hopefully,
the world's about to explode

so we can end this conversation.

I'm gallo.

You FBI?

Agent backheim.

This is agent hart,
agent govelli.

White house sent us on an
extremely urgent matter.

What's going on?

Sorry, Mr. o'brien,
but you were recently flagged

by U.S. citizenship

and immigration services as a
person of interest and as such

you can't be involved
in this case.

Preposterous. He's worked

on dozens of government cases.

All before being suspected

of citizenship fraud.

Linehan.
Backheim: We just found out

about this on our way here.

Frankly, we would prefer to have

scorpion at full strength,

but we don't have
time to negotiate.

Mr. o'brien's inclusion.

We need to move...

Asap. Sorry, agents

backside, fart and go-smell-me.

Backheim, hart, govelli.

Toby: Scorpion's a team.

You don't break up the Beatles,

so go pound sand.

The president personally
asked for your team.

He expects cooperation.

This is from the
big man himself.

You need to take this job

if scorpion's ever gonna get

another government gig again.

Happy: Would be good to know

what the gig is.

Not with Mr. o'brien here,

and I can't waste any
more time on this issue.

We just learned
about the situation

in question 90 minutes ago

and it's acute.

This is absurd.

Take the job.

I'll be fine. Backheim: Good.

And to make sure you stay that
way, agent hart will remain

with you here to make sure
that you're not tempted

to jump on your computer
or contact your team

in any way.

But if he does,
you'll shoot him?

No, we'll shoot the computer.

Your cell phone. And the comm

we're well aware your
team is prone to use.

Backheim: You can follow
us to the location.

It's not far.

We'll fill you in
when we get there.

Um, Ralph's school

is closed due to the election,
so can you watch him?

Oh, of course, yeah.

Good luck.

It's so weird you
can't come with.

Government is shady.

I told you we need to
watch the watchers.

(Tires screech)

All right, let me guess.

You want us to help
unpack these containers?

Your task involves a
different kind of storage.

Have you ever heard of
penter counting systems

out of silicon beach? Penter?

Like the voting machine i
used this morning? Exactly.

Penter supplies all U.S.
electronic voting machines.

Tabulations are stored
on massive servers

that are currently
running at 35% slower

than they're capable.

We can't have anything go wrong

with the election tallies,
so we need you to fix it.

I read in the paper that this is

the first election
year where all votes,

nationwide,
will be calculated on one system.

In the paper?

When?
On the way to the soda fountain

to get an egg cream? Yes.
The election commission

decided to streamline
the process.

Well, that's the problem.

There's a huge amount of data
hitting the system today.

It's overheating,
that's why it's slowing down.

Well, that is a problem

because by this afternoon,

as is customary,

eastern Kentucky polls are gonna

start reporting their results.

The rest of the
states will follow.

Any additional data

will slow the server even
more, maybe crash it.

Which we can't have
since the server contains

the winner of the election.

What I want to know is

why we're on the waterfront.

Did you see that picture, cabe?

Or have you not
warmed up to talkies?

Cabe, the silent, government man

would like us to enter

the dark container at
the back of the docks.

After you.

Server's down there.

Oh, cool.
An underwater data farm.

The ocean water's
cooling properties

regulate the
equipment's temperature.

And the motion of water

captures the hydrokinetic energy

as a backup power source.

And since penter's just up

the coast on silicon beach,
there's no latency issue,

as data doesn't have to travel
far to get to the server.

Most importantly,
the data's hidden

just ten yards off the
coast, 50 feet underwater.

Now if you'll follow me,

we need to find out why a
server in freezing water

is still overheating.

And do it fast.

The world court will be ruling
next week on who controls

lucrative stretches of
new arctic shipping lanes.

It's a priority
for the president

and something he
can only see through

if he wins today's hotly
contested election.

The president will
be in his home city

of Los Angeles
through the afternoon.

And in other news,
local voting precincts

are reporting long lines
as the public shows up

in record numbers

to cast their votes

for this 2016...

Let me borrow your tablet.

I got to know what
they're working on.

He and the first lady

will have cast their votes

while in Los Angeles today.

However, his public polling
place is not disclosed.

Hopefully,
he won't be in long lines

like everyone else

across the... Bang!

You're busted.

Lucky I didn't shoot it.

Ooh.

You got in trouble.

50 digit code.

It'll take a moment.

I'm dying to sing "under
the sea" right now,

but I'm not, so there.

Maturity.

We're in.

Paige: Wow, this is amazing.

Ooh.

Ow, your server's got a fever.

(Computer beeping)

What's wrong?

This server isn't overheating

from the data coming in.

It's from the data going out.

There is a bug

on this server that is
effectively removing

the software that counts and
collates every single vote

that has been cast.

Oh, crap.

Someone is sucking the
info from this server.

And once whoever

planted the bug gets
it, they can change it

however they want and
then put it back in.

Are you saying someone's

trying to manipulate
the election?

No, they're not "trying."

They're doing it as we speak.

♪ ♪

Sly, on a scale of
milli vanilli to madoff:

How certain this is fraud?

Enron certain.

Paige: Oh, boy.

That's a lot of fraud.

The right to vote is sacrosanct
to the American psyche.

If vote tallies are corrupted,

the damage to our national
trust level will be...

Not good.
If people believe that their vote

might be compromised,
they'll stop going to the polls.

We can't have that.
A strong nation is an engaged one.

We got to shut this
down, quietly.

I think I found a way to start.

I tracked the ip address

from where the
malware was initiated.

It's at the headquarters
of the anc...

The American news channel.

Maybe whoever did
it is still there.

Let's go!

What are you doing?

Ralph: Solving ulam's spiral.

The prime numbers
form diagonal lines.

No one knows why.

I think it denotes an inherent
order to the universe.

Speaking of order...

I need to know more about
what my team is doing.

I think I know how
we can find out.

But, I will need a partner.

Are you game?

I'm your man. Perfect.

First, we'll need some supplies
for your science project.

I don't have a
science project due.

Well, you do now.

Cabe: We appreciate
you allowing access

on such short notice, Ms.
Hampton.

When homeland and the FBI
call, we try to accommodate.

You really think a hack was
perpetrated on our premises?

We don't think, we know.

It-it doesn't mean
it was an employee.

Could have been a visitor,
an outside contractor,

someone who snuck in...
(Phone ringing)

Go for backheim.

Yeah, I have to take this.
I'll be back.

Ms. Hampton, we're just looking
for digital bread crumbs.

We narrowed the ip address
to the eighth floor,

now we're just trying
to find the specific

Internet Wi-Fi node used.

Could give clues
to who did this.

Sylvester: Shouldn't
take too long.

I am connected to
the anc Wi-Fi now,

and I am scanning every
inch of the floor.

Don't worry, we'll find it.

Try not to act too excited.

Sylvester won't be happy.

That statue is limited edition.

Sylvester never got
benched by the president.

It sucks.

Now, we have to carefully
solder the diodes if

we're going to perfectly match
the frequency of the comms.

Quiet, here he comes.

What's all this?

You took his tablet,
so he can't edit

his civics project.
So, we turned to

science, unless a...

Homemade radio is a threat.

He bought it.

This is fun.

We're just getting started.

Found it!
The node that the voting software

was downloaded from is along

the west wall of your floor.

I don't see anything here,
but set dec and talking heads.

There.

It appears it was

downloaded by the node

at 7:13 this morning.

That means zilch if we don't
know who's downloading it.

Well,
we're in a room full of cameras

that are almost
always recording.

We find footage of this area at
7:13, we got our perp.

Cabe: Pardon me. Ms. Hampton?

We're gonna need to see

some film from earlier today.

Excuse me?

It could help with
our investigation.

I'm sure it could.

But we're a news organization

that takes the first
amendment quite seriously.

We don't hand over notes,

sources or even b-roll

to anyone without a subpoena.

Corporate policy,
handed down from the 12th floor suits.

You don't understand.

We have a situation...
That you can't win

without a court order.

So, if you please,

the president just
did our morning show

and I'll be working long after

the electoral college
has gone to bed.

So there's no time to
be polite or political.

I can't help you.

That's it? We're gonna let some

snob with expensive
shoes tell us we're done?

The presidency's on the line.

Happy: Maybe we
should find backheim,

see if he's got a judge who can

hook us up with a subpoena.

Hold on. Paige's shoe
comment got me thinking.

Look at miss thing's footwear.

Band-aid on the achilles' heel
means shoes aren't broken in.

Late 20s means about six
years on the work force.

It's prime time for a promotion.

Those are new shoes for a
new position at anc. Ooh...

You add four anxiety markers,

we got a Doe-eyed greenhorn
that's ripe for manipulation.

Sly,
hack anc's personnel records.

I want that young
lady's name and number.

Cabe, swipe the fork from
that cameraman's take-out.

Paige: What's your plan?

Well, we need to see film.

The only way they

open up their archives is if

they're desperate to
put something on air

other than the ranting nutbar
that's ruining their show.

Let me guess. You're the nutbar?

(Cabe exhales)

Okay, we're filming in five!

Let's get the guests up here!
(Phone ringing)

Hello?

Hi. Uh, this is sue dwyer,
i work for Mr. Titus Kincaid.

I-i hate to do this, but, um,

he's gonna miss filming today.

What? He's here.
He's on in minutes!

Yeah, well, he had to leave

family emergency,
but good news is

I have... Dr. Tobias Curtis
from Harvard available.

(Stammering): Who? He's a...

World famous behaviorist.

Serious? They never heard of me?

(Whispers): Stop it!

Sylvester: Great job, Paige.

I've picked up her phone signal

and spoofed it.

So all calls will
come to me now.

Speaking of which...
(Phone ringing)

(In British accent): Hello?

Anc...

Hello, this is Titus Kincaid.

I'm supposed to be on
now, but my door is stuck.

Oh, I am terribly
sorry about that.

A maintenance crew will
be sent to you shortly.

Paige: Dr. Curtis is great.

And, uh,
he lives a few blocks away,

so I sent him over.

You're really killing me, here.

Toby: Hey!

Dr. Tobias Curtis,

here to dazzle your
television audience.

Okay. Control room. What now?

We wait for the doc
to do his thing.

(Phone chimes)

Parents just landed?

Do you mind?

Kind of fast for the waitress
to be meeting ma and pa,

don't you think?
Happy, I'm gonna kill you.

(Theme music playing)

We're on in three, two...

Welcome to the
conversation desk.

I'm Terry hines.
On election day,

we have with us,
political strategist monty husk,

columnist grace Gibson

and former Harvard
professor, Dr. Tobias Curtis.

Our first topic:

How will swing state
voters react to last...

(Blows raspberry) Boring!

See? This is the problem.

Media just shovels sound bite

after sound bite at us,

while no one wants to talk about

the real game
that's being played!

Terry hines: Okay,

what game is that?

The two party system!

I haven't seen a
system this burnt-out

since my digestive
system on taco night!

I am calling for a return

to European
parliamentary procedure.

40 parties,

no consensus,
just warring factions

forced to work together
to create ruling sects!

What, like Italy?

Wow.

He is really pissing
this host off.

He's got a gift.

They had an adult film
star in parliament.

Yeah, that's 'cause my
paisans know how to party!

And how to say to their reps,

"you do a good job or we'll
replace you with anyone!"

Monty knows

what I'm talking about.

Shut up, monty.

Okay,
he's been obnoxious enough.

Let's do it.

(Door opens)

Hi.

(Clears throat) Hey.

Hey. Whoa, whoa,

who are you guys?

You can't go into archives.

I'm the new head of
standards and practices

at this network...
I will go anywhere I damn well please.

Hampton didn't
tell you about me?

Yeah, well,

the suits on the 12th floor

are freaking out about
this Curtis lunatic.

They want us to pull tape

in case we need to cut
bait and fill the airtime.

Unless you want to
tell the 12th floor

that you told me no?

No, no, take what you need.

Good.

Okay, we're ready.

I'm gonna put the earpiece in.

I can hear them,
but they can't hear me.

So... searching for
our comm's frequency.

Ooh, got it.

Happy's talking about
time codes on film and...

Toby...

Toby's yelling about
presidential pardons?

Maybe it has to do with that?

The king gets to undo it
all with a wave of his hand.

Utter nonsense!

Oh, boy.

Isn't that your friend?

Ye... I'm gonna find
out what's going on.

Uh, please.
Things have clearly gone haywire

for my team because
I'm not there.

You have to let me leave.

Stay there and sit down.

Come on. Now!

All right.

Toby: Ah, let me just stop
you right there, Terry.

(Toby speaking indistinctly)

We got to get out of here.

Ralph, pass me that milkshake.

(Toby continues shouting)

If you find out what's going
on, it's my right to know...

Oh! Oh!

Holy...

Are you kidding me?

Sorry.

(Inhales sharply)

Ralph, is he taking it off?

Yes.

Perfect.

Found it! 7:13 A.M.

They were running camera tests

right before their morning show.

Tim: Well, that's a problem.

Blow up that image.

Happy: That woman's
working a tablet

by the node.

She must be activating
the bug software

that's messing with
the penter server!

Penter server?
Something's messing with the election.

Tim: Well,
things just got a lot more

complicated, because that
woman is Sophia vasquez...

It's the president's
chief of staff.

All right, happy,
you're certain you stopped the footage

at exactly 7:13?

I know what seven,
one and three look like.

Okay, if the president's
chief of staff

downloaded that bug,
and the president sent the FBI

to get us to fix the server...

How do we know backside,
fart and go-smell-me

aren't in on this? We don't.

One of 'em, or all of
'em, can be involved.

Or they could just think that
their job was to get us here

to fix the server.

A server the chief of staff

couldn't have breaking down

when she's trying to
doctor the ballot box.

She didn't anticipate us

stumbling onto her plan. And

if any of these feds
are actually involved,

they would let us snoop
around until we get too close.

And if we do, we wind up where
the feds left Jimmy hoffa.

And Ralph's with
one of them now.

(Whispers): We have a situation.
Where's your microphone?

Happy: We have to get to
the chief of staff's tablet.

That's the origin of the bug.

We get that, we can stop it.

All right, sly,
we're on our way to get you.

Just stay cool and
don't let govelli

know that we're on to 'em.

I've been updating Washington.
Were you able to find any film?

No.

But, uh, the station manager

said they would
give you the film

with no warrant.

They're up in the control room.

They'll only talk to the FBI.

Okay. Wait here.

Okay.

Let's go.

So, agent govelli,

what is your first name?

It can't be "agent."

Okay, how about i call you "al"?

You know that song,
"you can call me al"?

Agent backheim (Over phone):
Agent govelli, be advised

that scorpion is no longer

on the eighth floor.

Advise if you see them.

Oh, I don't know where they are.

Buddy.

Backheim: Govelli?
They're right behind you.

Govelli?

(Tires screech)

Hart, be advised

scorpion has assaulted an
agent and stolen his vehicle.

They are on the run.
I repeat, they are on the run.

Walter: Funny, Ralph.

(Ralph chuckles) Very funny.

Walter: Amusing.

Hey, o'brien, get out here.
Your team's up to something.

Walter: I can't.
Doing a science experiment.

Ralph: Sorry, agent
fart, we're busy.

Ralph: Sorry for
what's about to happen.

Ralph, grab his sport coat.
I'll grab the tablet.

(Tires screeching)

His keys, your cell, your comms.

(Chuckles) We're back in the
game, Ralph.

Guys, we made it out.
Ralph, are you okay?

Oh, he's fine. We're having fun.

Now, we've been listening
over your comms,

and we're up to speed...
You're right.

You need to get the
chief of staff's tablet.

According to the
president's public schedule,

there's a 20-minute window
where we can cross with him

at Westchester.

We'll never make it in time.
Ralph and I will.

No! Oh, your mom's upset.

We'll be okay, mom.
Toby: Hopefully.

You're going to lax.

You're gonna have
to get the tablet

off of air force one.

Cabe: If you don't
protect the president,

report to the president,

or feed the president,

you don't get on that plane.

What to you mean,
"feed the president"?

When potus travels,

they pre-clear any
restaurant or food service

he requests... why?

Call homeland,
tell them you have a security issue

you want to check out with
whoever's providing the food

at air force one today.

And then get me the
name of the caterer.

On it. We'll go to
the server to hardwire

a firewall,
so no one can restart the bug

once you shut it off.

How do plan on getting near

air force one, Wally?
Walter: Easy.

We just need to stop at a
kinkos and a convenience store.

Yeah, this looks pretty good.

We'll get right onto the tarmac.

"We"? Of course.

It's bring your son to work day.

You know what to do, right?

And be careful.

Good luck.

Excuse me. Agent hart, FBI.

I'm gonna be making your
delivery to air force one today.

I don't get it.
I've already been

pre-screened by secret service.

I'm sure you're disappointed.

Everyone likes to see the plane.

But added security,
what with it being

election day and all,
only level-five clearance

allowed on the tarmac.

I'll return your
truck within the hour.

Okay. Thank you.

We've got pies back here.

Now what? Happy can't pick
this 50-digit code monster

like the other locks.

I was watching backheim
when he entered it.

I have it memorized.
Let me do my thing.

Hey, um,
I'm sorry about earlier.

These guys seep into ever corner

of my personal life
like black mold.

Don't worry about it.

Look, I get it.

I grew up with four sisters.

Every girl I ever dated was
subjected to an inquisition.

So you're saying
scorpion is acting

like a teenage girl?

Well...

No.

I think they care about you.

Look, let's just enjoy
ourselves tonight.

It's only a dance.

Right. But statistically...

(Keypad trills) I'm in.

Sometimes I hate this job.
(Door creaks open)

How long will it take
the soda to eat through

this fruity roll?

Well, it's essentially
made up of pectin,

a water-soluble polysaccharide

that the carbonation
will get through quickly,

say around three minutes.

Okay,
so once you're done with that,

take my photo off hart's badge

and then put it on
the caterer's ID.

It's on the console.

Copy that.

Hey, Walt.

Mm-hmm? Today's been great.

It hasn't been half bad, has it?

Hey, how are you?

Best food in the southland.

Okay.

I can't believe I'm this
close to air force one.

Hold up.

How you doing?

Got the best food
in the southland

for the commander in chief.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Hissing)

(Loud bang)

(Alarmed chatter)

Breach on angel! Evacuate angel!

(All clamoring)

Uh-huh.

Found it.

Chief of staff's tablet.
Finishing up the firewalls

now to prevent
another bug download.

But it's meaningless if
you don't stop the tablet

from running that program, Walt.

I'm into the software
and I'm shutting it down.

Hurry up, son.
It's only a matter of time

before they find you.

Guys, there's something weird
about the votes on this server.

Yeah? They've been screwed with.

But not how we anticipated.

This says that 75% of the votes

have been tallied, but only

8.1 million votes
have been recorded.

Based on historical
voter turnout,

82 million votes should
have come in by now.

Which means 90% of
the votes are missing.

It's an under-vote.

Why would the chief of
staff want to erase votes?

Walter: She doesn't.

No, I know who's behind this.

It's not the white house.

Man (Cocking gun): Freeze!
Hands up, now!

I know this looks bad.

Or really bad.

Mr. o'brien,
you are under arrest.

Listen to me,
i know how the election

is being manipulated.

Yeah, by you and your friends.

You somehow remotely
slowed the server

to get us to give
you access to it.

Then you messed with the votes.

No. No, no!

The bug was downloaded
remotely by Chinese hackers.

I saw Beijing coding signatures

buried deep within the virus.

Now, the real question
is why are the Chinese

trying to create an under-vote

without swaying the
election either way?

Vasquez: I have an idea why.

Chief of staff vasquez.

The world court is
about to make a decision

about a new arctic
shipping route.

Due to rising temperatures,
ice-breaking vessels

will soon be able to traverse
directly over the north pole.

The route of the north
pole is 20% shorter

than the standard
northern sea route.

The economic
invocations are immense.

And China knows the
court will never

give control of those routes

to a country with
no clear leader.

So if in a few hours,
only 10% of the public's vote

are actually in the ballot box,

there's gonna be
finger pointing,

conspiracy theories,
absolute chaos.

We'll be without a president.

It's sun tzu 101: "All
warfare is deception.

In the middle of chaos
there is opportunity."

So just delete the
virus from my tablet

and return the votes.

The Chinese just ghosted
it onto your tablet

to implicate your
administration.

It's actually being run
from one of their computers.

Well, last I checked,
China's pretty far away.

Now, how do we stop this
before the public realizes

their votes have been vaporized?

Walter: Based on latency

and their real-time control...

They're here in L.A.

I can track them down digitally.

I'll need help from my partner.

He's hiding in the
catering truck.

Can you believe the
stones on these guys?

Pulling the hack from the
consulate we gave 'em.

Yeah, they're smart.

It's technically Chinese soil.

Limits their exposure.

If we want to stop
the bug from running,

it'll take too long to hack it.

I need to get my hands on
the exact device running it.

Cabe, adjust your phone.
I need a clear visual.

Quiet, here they come.

Gentlemen,
welcome to our consulate.

I'm pleased the president
would like to resume talks

regarding the arctic canal,

but surprised he wants
to do it on election day.

Potus never stops working.

Perhaps a nice news
story to promote

while people are still
going to the polls.

Every vote counts.

Backheim: Potus motorcade
is 15 minutes out.

Best begin our advance-team
security sweep.

Of course.

Follow me. 12 minutes

till polls close
in eastern Kentucky

and the results start coming in.

More like lack of results.

Guys, shake your hanging
chads and move it.

Walter, once you stop
the bug from running,

I will verify that the votes are
coming back into this server.

Hopefully.

My own security is
stationed in the front

and the back of the home.

I assure you it is a safe
facility for your president.

And this is the room

where we will
actually be meeting.

Please...

Ah, right there!

The ambassador leaned to the
right when he passed that door,

and he put his hand
on Walt's back,

like he was trying to
guide you away from it.

Toby: You got to
get in that room!

Is everything satisfactory?

So far, yes, but I would like

to inspect the east wing.

Agents hart, govelli,
backheim, you're with me.

You two stay here.

Secure the entrance. Yes, sir.

This way. Mm-hmm.

(Whispering): That tea is warm.

Whoever was just here
could be back any minute.

This is the laptop.

Just found the bug software.
Just have to...

(Toilet flushes nearby)

Oh, poop. Well, obviously.

He's tucking his shirt in.

(Speaking in Chinese)

Run!

(Grunting)

Happy: Three minutes
until polls close

in eastern Kentucky.
Sylvester: Walter, you need

to a find a place to
finish shutting down

the software.

(Shouts) Go!

Now!

♪ ♪

(Indistinct shouting)

Toby: Okay.

It's time for you to
embrace technology.

Ralph: You just got to
connect to the Van's Wi-Fi.

We'll take it from there.

This is a foreign
language to me.

It's just typing in a password.

Cabe: No...

It's literally foreign.

It's in Chinese.

All right, gallo,
I'm pulling up a chinese/english

keyboard overlay and we
will walk you through this.

Give me the damn password!
It's "geniusbobenius."

I can't even spell
that in English!

It's 14 keys, like a crossword.

Four down, six across. That's g.

Three down, four across.
That's e.

That's a good call with
the crossword analogy.

The elderly love their puzzles.

(Shouting outside continues)

One minute until the
Kentucky results come in.

Happy: Okay, I'm in.

Good job, cabe,
we'll take it from here.

Sylvester: The server
is speeding up!

The voting data's being sent
back to the penter server.

It's all the missing votes.

(Shouting, pounding on the door)

(Shouting in Chinese)

Guys, they're at the door!

Oh, you can't let
them get the laptop.

It'll take another 20 seconds

for all votes to get
back to the server!

Aah!

(Shouts, grunts)

Ugh! Toby: Cabe,

I'll meet you at the fence!

Still downloading!

(Dog barking in distance)

(Shouting in Chinese)

(Gunshot) Whoa...

(Speaking in Chinese)

Download complete!
We got the votes!

Yeah, but they got cabe.

And Walt and Tim and
fart and backside.

Hands up! Drop the laptop.

Turn around slowly.

Toby: It's too late!

This metal box is on U.S. soil,

and it's overflowing with
evidence incriminating you.

So, let our pals go,

I toss this puppy over,
and we all go back

to hacking and spying
on each other forever.

Or I could take this
to the world court.

If history's any
indication, your country

will throw you under the bus
in a heartbeat to save face.

How are the accommodations
in Chinese prison... nice?

Ambassador: Or...

I have my guards
shoot all of you,

I take the laptop,

and say you tried to
attack the consulate.

Cabe: Only problem,

I got something taping
you in my pocket.

It's not taping, it's digital.
How many times

I got to tell you this?
Whatever.

Point is, everything you
said is being recorded

and sent to my homeland account.

If I'm shot dead,

they'll find this mp3.

Mp3s are audio.
You're recording video...

I swear, doc,
my foot and your ass

are going on a date real soon.

Just take the deal.

I'd love to stay,
but I got to go vote.

♪ ♪

Cabe: Yes, sir.

Appreciate that, sir.

I will pass that along, sir.

Well, the president wants me to
extend his personal gratitude

for scorpion's efforts.

He said he's gonna
send over a surprise.

What is it?
Is "surprise" a complicated word?

(Door opens) I'm
looking for Sylvester,

the conquestor of
the enchanted valley?

There's a situation concerning
the knights of west altadenia.

Who are the hell are you?

Kaldor the prestidigitator,
nephew

of Otto the brave.

I'm in no mood, kid.

Glenn applemen.
Sylvester: Kaldor!

Have the knights assembled?

This country is screwed.

No, but I just learned

that councilman patel's
flipping his vote.

He was our only chance at
saving the warlock's chest!

(Horns trill) Oh, man.

That's my mom.

I got to go. Sloppy Joe night.

Okay. Stay strong, brother.

We will prevail.

(Door opens, closes)

I have an announcement.

You're still a virgin. We know.

Something else.
I am running for office.

You're what?

Today's case has me thinking.

The right to vote is our
most precious freedom.

Whether the choices are
incredible, ridiculous

or in-between.

So I am running for the
16th district alderman

of west altadenia

in the local, upcoming election.

I'm hoping that I
can be incredible,

or at worst, in-between.
(Clears throat)

But by valkyrie's shield,

i-i will save the
warlock's chest.

Thank you.
I hope I can count on your vote.

You got it, pal.

None of us vote
in west altadenia.

You sure about this tie?

Bow ties are superior
in case of emergency.

Neckties carry the risk of
getting caught on things.

(Groans)

You're nervous.

I'm not nervous.

I'm just anxious.

Is it because of the statistics?

Who-who told you that?

There's no secrets
in this place.

You're telling me. (Chuckles)

Do you like Tim?

Is he nice to you?

Yes and yes.

He's very sweet and kind.

I do like him, yes.

Good, because you do
everything for me,

so I want you to be happy.

And odds are if you go tonight,

there's a better than not
chance he'll become my stepdad.

And...

If you're happy with
him, so am I.

Ralph,
we are very far away from that.

Stats, mom.
We're not as far as you think.

There.

All done.

And thank you for what you said.

I am not as anxious anymore.

Ooh la la.

(Door opens)

(Clears throat)

(Chuckles softly)

Wow.

You look beautiful.
Well, thank you.

I am excited to meet your
parents, um...

But the Armstrong
sisters seem tough...

They are for another day.

Good.

(Chuckles) Ralph, you ready?

Be right there.

Okay.

(Mouse clicking)

Don't fill up on bread.

You should have taken my mom
dancing when you had the chance.

(Sniffles)

We could've been
partners forever.

(Door opens)

Toby: Ms. linehan,

what a pleasant sur... Can it.

(Door opens)

Mr. o'brien, I know that you and Ms.
Quinn

perpetrated a
fraudulent marriage.

I was not fooled, not once.

And if it were up to me,
you would be deported immediately

and Ms.
Quinn would face prosecution.

But tonight,

I received a call from
Washington, D.C.

And they have enacted a private
bill, granting you citizenship.

Welcome to America.

Thank you.

That was the surprise?

Happy and I can get married!

Proud to call you an
American, son.

Proud to be one.

Toby: Happy! You're back!
Guess what?

Walt's a yankee doodle dandy!
We can get hitched!

Really? That's great.

Come on,
let's go grab some apple pie.

I'm buying.

Sure.

Why are you taking this apart?

I'm not pregnant.

What happened at the doctor?

My blood test was
a false positive

caused by cadmium poisoning.

From working on
those solar panels.

That would explain
your morning sickness

and late menstrual cycle.

It's okay to be upset.

I'm not.

It is okay to be upset, happy.

You know, when I was, uh,

in elementary school,

I was jealous of the other kids.

Because their parents waited
outside to take them home,

and I walked to the
orphanage by myself.

I was looking forward

to waiting outside for somebody.

(Sniffles)

Hey, hey, hey! Ah-ta-ta-ta...

Hey, come here, listen to me.

We love each other.

We're gonna have a family.

You're gonna wait
outside a school

and you're gonna build a crib

and you're gonna
share tools with

whatever baby is lucky enough
to have you as their mom.

It'll happen when
the time is right.

It is gonna happen.

I just need to be
alone right now.

Okay.

First, I never got the answer

that I was looking
for the first time.

And I don't have a song,
but I've carried this ring with me

every day... yes.

♪ ♪