All language subtitles for SCORPION - S03 E14 - The Hole Truth (720p - Web-DL)

Previously on scorpion... Uh-oh.

Someone you're avoiding
knows you're back in L.A.?

They didn't...

But they will now.

It was made clear to me that

everyone's feelings
should be heard.

Not just mine.

You know this will flame
out when you eventually snap

like a rubber band.
Being genial isn't your nature.

Paige: I'm trying
a new approach,

and best way to help him

is to throw him
into the deep end.

I am running for the
16th district alderman

of west altadenia

in the local upcoming election.

I-i answered
everything honestly.

In politics,
honesty'll get you crushed.

Narrator: Throughout
American history,

we, the people,
have had candidates known for strength,

integrity...

Courage...
And then there's this guy.

Can Sylvester dodd really
help west altadenia?

Only if you believe
in magic spells.

Vote patel for alderman.

They edited this to
make me look ridiculous.

Yeah, it was the editing.

Politics is a bar-room brawl.

I wouldn't manage you if I
didn't believe in you, kid.

When I look at you,
I see everything you have to offer.

Thank you, cabe.

But when everyone
else looks at you,

they see a man-child
wearing a cloak.

It's time to ditch the costumes

and act like an adult.

I have.

Happy told me to be myself.

There's just film
of me role-playing.

In garb.

You will be the first
politician taken down

by a never-had-sex tape.
(Door opens, closes)

This city is full
of incompetents.

Hey, Walt, you okay?

That's a no.

That's a hell of a shiner.

I went to fro-yo-ma.

I was very much looking
forward to my cello shell-o:

Liquid chocolate topping

that dries into a
delicious hard candy shell,

when the intractable clerk

refused to give me two
punches on my loyalty card.

Why would you get two punches?

Because the loyalty
card clearly states,

"one punch per purchase." I
purchased two cello shell-os.

One for me, one for Ralph.
Two purchases, two punches.

One could argue that
you made one purchase

that included two items.

Yes, such a stupid
argument could be made,

and it was, by the clerk,
and things got... heated.

And you got the extra punch?

Not the one I was looking for.

Morning.

Apparently not for you.

I was assaulted

by a contract-breaching
yogurt vendor.

Okay.

Hey, uh, Paige?

Happy? Got a sec?

Fro-yo-ma just made the list.

What are you talking about?
It's a yogurt joint.

No, i-i get that,
but why are you writing it down?

To keep track.

I-I'm lost. Keep track of what?

Let me explain.

Before you joined the team,
Walter's eq was dangerously low.

He often got into
disputes with civilians

he had contact with,
which led him to be banned

from a number of L.A.
establishments:

Restaurants, hardware stores...

That a dentist?

Yeah, he's not welcome
back at Dr. goldfarb's.

It got so bad we had
to create a system

that measures Walt's eq to
warn of impending danger.

Yeah, it's based on

the defcon nuclear
threat system,

which is apt,

since when Walter's eq is low,

he is also a radioactive,

destructive peril
to civilization.

Happy: A five means all is well.

Purely theoretical.
It's never happened.

Paige: And a one means...

He's gone nuclear.

Since you joined the team

and began helping him,

he's been at a steady four.

Toby: But now that
you have started this

sink-or-swim plan where he's on his
own, he has slipped down

to a three.

Paige, you have to help him

before he gets worse.

No. I am trying to help Walter

become a fully
functioning human.

This is the best way to do that.

He might stumble, okay?

But eventually, he will learn.

You've had success with
Walter in the past.

If you think this
is the way to go,

we're behind you.

(Door creaks)

Thank you. Excuse me.

Walter's gonna be a disaster.

Of biblical proportions.

You okay?

I couldn't sleep last night.

That's what happens when
you realize that the men

who want you dead know
you're back in town.

Not to mention they
saw you with scorpion.

Our address is listed.

Those guys shot at
us twice already.

When they came after us on the
road, they thought I was alone.

They had no idea i
was part of a group

that has government ties.

They know that now,

so they're not just gonna
come barging in here...

But at the same time...

We're a bit in the crosshairs.

I never wanted to put
you all in danger.

I just need my cash,
and then I'll go far away.

Here comes the rub.

That abandoned factory

where we found the
nuclear device?

I buried the money there.

That's why you
jackhammered the floor.

I went back last week to
finish and get my cash,

and the workers showed up,
and I bolted before they saw me,

but now there's security
there full-time,

and I need your
help to get it back.

I don't do cons anymore.
I prefer the straight life...

A stable, honest
job, a secure life.

(Snores)

Oh, I'm so sorry.
I fell asleep for a second there.

Please, honey.
One last con for mommy.

Cabe: Saddle up, everyone.

Time to leave for Colton.

What's in Colton? Besides cows.

U.S. army corps of engineers

hired us to help
some sandhog workers

locate a leak in a
municipal waterline.

You can't go. I need you.

This is it. One last time.

I promise.

I get my money,
and I can disappear forever.

I never liked helping you
with one of your schemes,

not when I was nine
and certainly not now,

but I...
don't want my friends in danger,

and I really don't
want Ralph in danger,

so I will help you get the
money, but this time,

I'm in charge.

Fantastic. You have always had

a natural gift for
my line of work.

I cannot wait to see
what you come up with.

Just... get your coat.

Oh, hey.

You don't need me for a
simple engineering job,

so I'm gonna help my
mom out with something.

Well,
we're dealing with civilians.

It's always good to have
you there as a buffer.

You'll be fine.

Besides, it's good eq practice for
Walter, and who knows?

Maybe he'll finally
start acting like a...

Polite, normal human being.

Attention, mole rats!

They're called sandhogs.

I am aware,
but the nickname is illogical.

There is no "sandhog" in
the zoological taxonomy,

and since they work underground,

lack vitamin d, and are prone
to sallow skin like mole rats,

a blind underground rodent
is a fitting moniker.

You must be Walter o'brien.

Heard a lot about you,
apparently all true.

Cabe gallo.

Homeland.

Sorry about him.
He's just, uh...

There's no point in explaining.

Call me chief.

I run this sandhog unit,
and i suggest you use the proper term

or one of my men might
give you a matching set.

I'll, uh, brief you over here.

This underground
pipe carries water

that cools the adjacent
industrial fertilizer plant.

Now, a few weeks ago,

the pressure readings
started dropping.

Army corps called us.

We found a fissure
that we promptly fixed

with the calcium
hydroxide mortar.

The water pressure improved,
but didn't return to normal.

So, there's a second leak.

Yes. We just can't find it.

Army corps said that

you guys helped save a kid

from a sinkhole at the
beach a few years ago.

Wanted you brought in.

Well, if you and your men

please stay out of
our way while we work,

we should have the situation
rectified very shortly.

All right,
how about before you bench my team,

you tell me how you
plan to find the leak.

Maybe this guy can use, uh,
one of his magic spells?

I'm from west altadenia.

Oh, wonderful.
Can I count on your vote?

No.

We'll use echolocation
to find the leak.

Each of us has a remote scanner

which emits sound waves.

They'll transmit
data to my tablet,

which will compute it

and pinpoint the
source of the problem.

Okay, but if you need to
inspect other sections of pipe,

you let me know and
I'll accompany you,

'cause it could be dangerous.

What's that for?

Chief: We installed safety nets

throughout the tunnels,
strong enough to catch someone

even if propelled
by a rush of water.

You take a lot of precautions.

You said the word
"danger" and "safety"

two times in the
last ten seconds.

You've had recent
experience with accidents?

Hey.

We lost a foreman

in an underground water
break six months ago.

Chief knew him for 20 years,

so how about you give
him a little room, huh?

Oh, we'll give him
all the room he needs.

We can handle it from here.

Toby: Walter has no idea
how insensitive he sounds.

This is great.

Paige's plan is going
like gangbusters so far.

You're the shrink.
Straighten Walt out.

Well, my relationship
with him is complicated.

He's gonna think that
I'm manipulating him,

and he'll resist my help.

It has to be you.

You think I have the emotional
ability to handle Walt?

Oh, absolutely not,
but what choice do we have?

(Indistinct chatter)

This is one quality fake ID,

all with supplies from
the corner copy shop.

I knew you had the gift.

Yeah, well, happy taught me
a few things over the years.

Here. Do as I say.

No questions asked.

So bossy. I love it.

Paige: Who's the foreman here?

Who's asking?

Osha.

This is an inspection.

All work stops now.

This place was
red-flagged weeks ago.

The basement pillars
are unstable.

They've already been inspected
and approved for demo.

This is a spot safety check.
Now, stop all work

or this job gets a new foreman.

Wipe the grin off your face,

and start the inspection

or this guy won't be the only
one looking for a new paycheck.

Happy: I got something
in sly's section.

Yeah, I got a ping,
but I don't see any leaks.

That's because
they're microleaks.

Hundreds of them,
all invisible to the naked eye,

leaking water into the
soil above and around us.

With that many leaks,
the water loss would be massive.

And since this is karst terrain
underlaid by soluble limestone,

that water would create

an enormous,
subterranean reservoir.

Which has dissolved
into the limestone,

weakening the ground
surrounding this pipe.

Ground here is already weak.

You know, we're right above
the San Fernando aquifer,

one of the largest sources

of drinking water for
Southern California.

This is a problem.

Cover subsidence sinkholes can
occur anywhere excess water

dissolves soluble rock
below the surface.

There is a strong likelihood
a sinkhole could open up here.

Like those giant
sinkholes in Florida?

Those things are portals to
hell, only less hospitable.

If we disturb the
soil any further,

we could trigger a cave-in.

Stop the work.

That man didn't hear you.

He's wearing headphones.

He turns that thing on,

he's gonna shake up the soil.

And then we have a cave in.

(Motor whirring)

Too late,
the earth's giving way.

Everyone evacuate, now!

Stop the work!
Go, go, go, go, go!

(Rumbling)

(Rumbling continues)

Everyone run as far as you can!

Here it comes!

(Rumbling)

♪ ♪

Come on, come on!
Keep moving, keep moving!

Come on.

(Rumbling)

That building.

It only houses machinery.

There's no one inside.

But we're not out of the woods.

Sinkholes in this
type of soil structure

will continue to grow
after the initial expanse.

This thing's gonna
progressively get worse,

which means we
have a new problem.

That silo stores toxic chemicals

for the fertilizer plant.

If this sinkhole
widens much farther,

the silo will fall in.

Which is bad, 'cause we're over

the San Fernando aquifer.

Sylvester: And if the chemicals
get into the sinkhole,

permanently contaminating
the aquifer,

it'll eliminate
potable drinking water

for a swath of
Southern California.

Millions'll lose their homes,
businesses will be shut down,

tens of thousands
of acres of farmland

will be rendered useless.

A fiscal and a
humanitarian disaster.

We got to get those
chemicals out of that silo

before it falls in.

Is there an emergency
pump system?

There is.

In the building that just
got swallowed by the earth.

What about your truck?

Yeah, but it-it flows
out, not in.

I can reverse it.

Joe! Go in that silo

and connect a drainage
hose to the holding vat,

then get out, on the double.

Copy that, chief.

That truck's tank
isn't big enough

to hold whatever's
in a full silo!

Walter: Yeah, he's right.

We have to pump the chemicals
from the silo to the truck

and then out into some
kind of a giant container.

Yeah, we passed a dairy
farm on the way in.

They got milk trucks.

The silo holds

almost 40,000 gallons.

Happy: A large straight-chassis
truck will hold 10,000.

We'll commandeer four trucks
and fill 'em up one at a time.

Not to be negative or anything,
but this is completely hopeless.

By my calculations,
the sinkhole is spreading

too fast for us to
pump out the chemicals

before the silo falls in.

Then we only have one choice.

We need to slow
down the sinkhole.

I know you have a god complex,
Walter, but you're talking about

stopping the earth.

Walter: When sinkholes
formed around the dead sea,

scientists designed a canal
to relieve water pressure

and stop it from spreading.

So, if we can
create a relief well

to drain out the excess water
that is pooling underground,

then we can slow it down.

Chief: In the '20s, this area

was full of Wells that
tapped into the aquifer.

Even those that are a hundred
yards away are strong enough

to draw water from this area,

reducing the saturation
and slowing this collapse.

Those Wells are in sheds
all over this valley.

I could show you where.

Sly, come with me.

Let's get the pumps
ready on my truck.

Okay.

Remember, if Walter and
chief get into it again,

you're Paige.

You have to fix him.

Is jumping in the
sinkhole an option?

I'm almost done turning
your outtake valve

into an intake.

Toby better get here
with that dairy truck.

Joe, update on the hookup!

Hose is on the tank,
but the connectors don't match.

They're loose.

I'll stay here and keep
it secured manually.

Copy that, but this sinkhole
is within 20 feet of the silo.

These scorpion guys are
trying to slow its spread,

but once it closes
that gap by half,

you evacuate immediately.
Understood?

Yes, sir.

You guys finish over here yet?

Outflow hose is ready.

I still don't understand
how you're pulling this off.

If we explained,
you probably wouldn't get it.

He didn't mean it like that.

Really?

Then how did he mean it?

Um...

All he's saying is he's
way smarter than you.

We all are.

Toby: Moo!

I got the cow juice jitney!

We fill this one up,
the farm will lend us the other three.

I'll make sure there are
no kinks in the line.

Let me guess,
helping Walt didn't go well?

I might have made it worse.

Might've or did?

I'm kind of busy

trying to save ten
million Californians.

I don't have time to babysit
that emotionally stunted genius.

You're right,
we have a job to do.

Walt's on his own,
just like Paige wanted.

He gets better or he doesn't.

I'm all set here!

Are the mole rats ready?

I'm going with "doesn't."

The line's all good.

Set!

Joe, turn it on now.

(Air hissing) (Grunts)

Out of the tank
and into the truck.

And out of my connection.

Toby: And into my tanker!

It's working!

Happy: Yeah, but slowly.

These hoses weren't
designed for this purpose.

At this rate,

we won't have all
the chemicals out

by the time the sinkhole
reaches the silo

and it falls in.

Sly and cabe better have
found that relief well,

we got to stop the spread
of this earth girth.

(Cabe grunts)

(Gate creaking)

It's heavy.

That generator is off-line,

but there should be a
release valve at the bottom.

It's too deep to see,
at least 70 feet.

It'll draw in water quickly,

reducing saturation
in the valley,

and slowing the sink hole.

So...

Oh, I get it.

Send the old guy.

Yeah. (Clears throat)

No problem.

Yeah.

Where's your magic
wand when you need it?

We could use one of your,
uh, illumination spells.

(Laughing)

Yes, good one.

Foreman: Hey!

What'd you put in the briefcase?

Dirt samples,
I found something i need to report.

What?

You know exactly what she found.

I don't.

Tell me.

Asbestos dust.

We got a call on
our safety hotline

that the gypsum in
the concrete floor

was full of it.

Absolutely.

Totally full of it.

Look, I swear I didn't know
anything about asbestos.

Likely story.

I'll dispose of it properly on my
own, just...

Just don't shut
down my job site.

Sorry,
we have to send in the soil

for testing and report it.
Let's go.

You know,
we could look the other way

if you just made
it worth our while.

Like a bribe?

No. No, no. No bribe.

Just clean it up.

Okay.

Okay.

(Squeaking)

Got it open!

Great work!

It should start
slowing the sinkhole!

Chief: It's getting closer.

How long till I can pull
my man out of that tower?

The chemicals aren't
extricated yet.

Happy?

8,200 gallons down,

31,800 to go.

Joe: Chief,
I secured the connections

to the hose and I've come
up to the top of the silo

to open up the
containment unit vents.

A change in pressure could

get the chemical
outflow moving faster.

Joe, get the hell off that roof!

I'm not keeping a man up there.

This is over!

More than you realize! Look!

We must've tapped the
relief well too late.

That silo's gonna go over!

Get your man out of there now!

Joe, abort!

Get off now! Abort!

Oh, man.

Chief! (Metal creaking)

Joe, don't move an inch
or the silo will fall

into that sinkhole
with you in it!

Along with those chemicals.

Which aren't getting
pumped out anymore,

because the hose is
crimped under the silo.

Not good.

Sylvester: So...

Would you like to
hear my position

on eminent domain
abuse in our fair city?

No.

Okay.

It's interesting and has to do
with the supreme court case,

kelo v. The city of new London.

Listen, bozo,

you ain't getting my vote.

(Creaking, snapping)

Oh, no.

The rod broke!

The 1920s steel must
have been corroded.

(Grunts) It's stuck.

What do you mean it's stuck?

Do I have to define "stuck" for you?
It's oxidized,

galvanized and now
compromised steel

that's been warped
and stuck into place!

(Grunts)

No dice. It won't move.

Cabe: I'm here.

Open it up.

About that...

(Gate rattles) Are
you kidding me?

I got thousands of
gallons of water

coming up on me fast.
It'll be on me in a minute!

Sly, you got to get me out
of here or I'm gonna drown!

(Grunts)

It's no use.

Cabe: We're running
out of time here, kid.

You got to think
of something else.

We have to cut it open.

There's a power
saw on the truck,

but there's no
electricity in here.

Then we make our own energy.

No time to explain.
Go grab the power saw,

a screwdriver from your toolbox,
some oil and a lug-wrench.

Cabe,

we're gonna cut you out,

but it could take a while.

I don't have a while.

The water's almost at my neck.

I-i can see that.

And by the time
we're done on my end,

it's gonna be over your head.

Wonderful.

Hey.

Everything you asked for.

Okay, great.
Do as i say and do it quickly.

Use the screwdriver

to pry the access panel
off that old generator.

Kid, what's the plan here?

Sylvester: This old well pump

was retrofitted for electricity,

but originally,
it was man-powered.

Out of my way. Okay.

This wheel is where
the crank went and

kinetic motion generated
a supply of energy

by spinning a coil
of conductive wire

around a magnet.

Get the lug-wrench.

Frank,

you will be spinning this.

Okay, out of my way.

All right.

Kid?

Hurry up!

Sylvester: Frank?

Spin the lug wrench
as fast as you can.

Cabe, keep your fingers away
from the edge of the grate.

Chief: Just-just hold on up
there, Joe.

No big moves,
don't rock that boat.

What if I try to reach you
through the silo's interior?

That won't cause enough
movement to make it fall.

Not an option...
the door's pressed against the ground.

He's got no exit.

Then we need to drill
an escape hatch.

No, the vibrations will shake
it, it'll fall.

Also not an option.

Fertilizer's made with
hydrochloric acid.

There'll be some
inside the plant.

We could use it to dissolve
the steel wall and then

create an exit without
shaking the silo.

Happy: That'll take time.

We'll have to stabilize the silo

or it'll fall in
before we're done.

But how?
It's ready to topple right now.

We secure it with cables.

Cables? Are you crazy?

I'm about as crazy as
the Italian engineers

who secured the leaning
tower of pisa for 645 years.

Is that a good enough
of a test run for you?

Okay... oh, that was a
great history lesson, Walt.

Italy sounds fun.

Hey, chief,

how about you and your men

gather some cable so
we can secure the silo?

Uh, we'll take care of the
acid in the fertilizer plant

to cut through the
steel and get to Joe,

and I'm gonna have a
quick word with Walter.

(Sirens chirping)

Hey, new rule:

Don't talk to chief.

This is great.

Walt's a mess and the cops
and reporters are here.

I hate to say it,
but we really need the waitress.

(Veronica laughs)

The look on that guy's face

when you threatened to
write him up was priceless.

(Chuckles) Almost as
priceless as your face

when I yelled at you.

Seemed like your
favorite part of the con.

Yep.

It felt great.

Today wasn't like the old days.

It was...

Fun?

I was going to say less
traumatic, but also fun.

Now for something less fun.

We're being followed.

Okay, let's review the plan:

After you take me
to union station,

you file a complaint with
the da that I conned you

and scorpion out of
some serious cash.

That way the bad guys will think
you have no idea where I am,

'cause I ripped you off,
and they'll leave you alone.

And you're on a train
and off somewhere,

and I never see you again.

That's the way it's got to be.

I know, i-i just wish
there was a better way.

Constantly looking over your
shoulder isn't much of a life.

Wait, is that genuine
concern for your mother?

No, it's just an observation.

(Alert chimes)

(Beep) Read message.

Automated voice: Toby says,

"Walter is at waltcon 2.

"Dude is a dumpster fire.

"Cops and reporters everywhere.
For more details,

turn on kbx560." (Beep)

Reporter: The situation
at Colton's central

fertilizer plant,
where a massive sinkhole is on the verge

of toppling a
chemical storage silo

with a worker trapped inside.

The pit is deep and unstable.

And if the silo falls,

authorities believe the
worker will be unrecoverable.

Oh, my god, we got to get there.

Text Toby.

We're on our way. (Beep)

What about the
company following us?

Let 'em follow.

All right,
we're making some progress.

Just hold on!

I got one last big breath
and I'm under, kid.

I'll have you out of there in
less than a minute. Trust me.

(Gasps)

Faster!

He's losing consciousness!

No, it broke! Okay.

Come on!

(Both grunt)

(Cabe groaning) Cabe!

Oh, cabe, all right...

(Panting) You okay?

You okay, cabe?

I'm all right.

Good work.

Thanks.

(Sylvester panting)

All right.

You got my vote.

(Both chuckle)

It's going over!

It's falling!

Gun it!

(Engine revs)

It's steady at 15 degrees.

Keep the engine running.

It's holding,
but who knows for how long?

What's your eta?

Well, the steel's
thicker than I thought;

might not get through in time.

See, the more the silo tilts,

the more the pounds per
square inch of pressure

the trucks need
to counterbalance,

and with their horsepower,

if the silo drops even
four degrees more,

it falls.

I won't lose another
one of my guys.

We can't let this happen.

What are you doing?

I don't engage in
futile endeavors.

I'll never get through
the steel in time.

You're not quitting on my guy!

I am trying to save your guy,

but my best chance is
for you to leave me alone

and let me think.

Chief: There is
no time to think.

If we don't do something soon,

it's the same as
letting him fall!

That's it.

We let him fall.

I am so sorry.

Some of the acid must've
fallen on his head

and it's eating his brain.

Those safety nets you
have, we tie them together,

we stretch them
across the sinkhole,

we cut the cables,

we let the silo drop onto
the nets and catch it,

and then Joe gets out to safety.

Those nets are designed
to catch people,

not buildings.

If we tie them with the
right amount of give,

it might flex just the
right amount and hold.

You know what else
they might do?

Break and send the kid
plummeting to his death.

Get out of my way.

This is the only way
to save your worker.

If you had my IQ,
you'd understand,

but I suppose you're okay
with losing another man.

Why does this keep
happening to me?

'Cause you suck at
talking to people.

You got to convince the
chief to do your plan.

Now, Paige gave you some
tools to be a quasi-human.

You just got to use them.

I... I stated facts

when I should have
considered your feelings.

I was unintentionally
insensitive.

I've been insensitive
my whole life.

But I know how you feel

because i-I've lost somebody
who was close to me, too.

I believe in my plan,
but time is short.

How many nets do you need?

Okay, we're ready.

Hold on, Joe.

Ready!

Okay, on three, cut the cables.

One,

two...

Three!

(Cables snap and
whip, silo creaks)

(Silo creaking)

Nothing but net!

Joe,
hurry up and get out of there.

Joe, come in.

Joe!

I can't... stand.

My leg's broken.

Hold tight!

Help's on the way!

He's hurt, but he's okay.
(Loud creak)

Or not.
Chief: What the hell was that?

The silo's fracturing.
We have to get him off of there now!

Happy: Adding a couple
hundred pounds to this mess

might not be the best
way to stay alive.

Move fast. (Car horn honks)

(Vehicle pulls up)

What the hell is going on here?

Silo, man trapped,
Walter on top with sandhog.

Up to speed.

Walter: I see him!

Okay, here we go. Chief: No, wait,
wait, wait, wait, he's my man, I'll go.

No, you need to pull him up.

You have more upper
body strength than I do.

Not a lot of square footage on
that box for a clean landing.

(Quietly): One, two...

(Grunts)

No! (Walter groans)

Chief: Grab Joe's hand
and pull yourself up.

(Both groan)

Walter: Okay, here, here.

Grab onto my shoulder.

Push yourself up with your good
leg, yeah, great.

Okay, now turn around.

Yeah, here we are.

Grab hold of him. You got him?

I got him. Frank?

(Walter grunts)

(People clamoring)

What the hell happened here?

I left Walter in charge.

Let 'em in!

I'm sorry...

Wait.

They won't try to get past the
cops, but they'll be waiting

for me when I leave.
We'll deal with them later.

That silo looks like
it's about to give!

Shake a tail feather, fellas!

Let's go! Let's go!
Get it in gear!

Paige: What the hell happened?

I thought you guys came in
to fix a leak in a pipe.

Cabe: Nice and easy, chief.
I'm spotting you.

Toby: Easy now,
no pressure on that leg.

Let's get you seated.

Ambulance is on its way.

(Crack and hiss)

That's not environmentally
friendly.

The chemicals are in.

Permeation rates in
this type of geology,

we're talking less than 30
minutes until they reach

the aquifer and contaminate it.

How do you stop liquid
that's already in a sinkhole?

Trick question, you can't.

We're screwed.
California's screwed.

If you're gonna
think of something,

you better do it fast, Walt.

I'm trying to find a solution.

Pestering doesn't help.

Paige: Is anyone

gonna fill me in on
that second black eye?

Yeah, Walt had another incident

like the one this
morning, where he got

in a fight over frequent
guest punch cards.

You mean those cards where
you get one punch per visit?

It's one punch per purchase.
And now's not the time...

Wait a minute, yes, it is.

It... it's time for
the cello shell-o!

I love a good fro-yo as
much as the next guy,

but it's kind of bad
form to get dessert

while Southern California's
being poisoned.

No. A-a hardening shell.
That's how we prevent the chemicals

from getting into the aquifer.
The sandhogs were fixing

the leak with mortar made
with calcium hydroxide.

They have bags of
it in the tunnel.

And the fertilizer
chemicals contain fluoride.

Calcium hydroxide plus fluoride

will harden that chemical
sludge like cement.

Or like a cello shell-o.

Happy: Once it solidifies,

it won't be able to
seep into the aquifer.

Exactly! Now we need
something to mix the solution.

I saw just the thing in the
plant, but I'll need help.

Doc, come on!

We'll get the bags of mortar.

Walter. We have a moment.
You and I need to talk.

Happy: These turbines
will churn up

the solution like a cake mixer,

so the calcium hydroxide will
react faster with the fluoride.

Toby: Speeding up the hardening

of the cello shell-o
over the aquifer.

All right.
That's the last of the mortar.

Let's mix this cake batter!

(Whirring)

Cabe: Give 'em some juice!

It's working.
The shell is forming!

It's thickening.
In a few minutes, it'll be

hard as rock, and then a Hazmat
team can come in to remove

the toxic material
piece by piece.

Walter, be careful. Your foot...

(Screams) (Shouting) Mom!

Today's sinkhole disaster
turned tragic when Los Angeles

entrepreneur Veronica
dineen fell to her death

into a caustic toxic soup which
was in the process of hardening

to prevent seeping into
a major socal aquifer.

Authorities believe her
body will never be...

I'm worried about her
being alone right now.

We're right here
if she needs us.

She can handle this.

I was surprised
you took my call.

You're harassing me hours
after my mother's death,

so it's clear you...
Aren't going away

until we have it out, so...

What the hell do you want?

My money.

You were there.

You saw her fall into the
sinkhole with her briefcase.

That money got just as eaten
up by the acidic chemicals

as my mother.

Did see that.

But here's the thing.

Her debts are now yours.

Let me tell you my situation.

I'm a single mom who waitressed

up until two and
a half years ago.

I make less than
six figures a year,

I have four grand
in my bank account.

You want to set up a payment plan?
Fine.

You'll be whole by 2094.

And why should I believe you?

You can believe
whatever you like.

But if you don't mind,
I'd like to be left alone now.

Because as much as I'm
nothing like my mom,

because she was
selfish and unreliable,

she was my mother.

And I loved her,
and I'll miss her.

So, please

let me grieve.

Clear!

(Exhales)

Finally. I could smell
his Cologne from in there.

I thought he'd never leave.

Go ahead. Bad guy's gone.

(Gasps)

Ralph! Honey! Oh.

Ah...

I want to know how you did it.

Happy wouldn't tell me.

Master plan should come
from the architect.

Actually,
it was your mom's idea.

Well, Ralph,

I didn't want grandma to be
on the run her whole life.

Reporter: The pit is deep and
unstable, and if the silo falls,

authorities believe the
worker will be unrecoverable.

Paige: That's when
I got the idea.

Walter. We have a moment.
You and I need to talk.

Oh. I assume you've heard
I've been misbehaving.

Uh, yeah.
We can deal with that later.

But I need you to
help save my mom?

Can you get any more of
those big sandhog nets?

Paige: We set up the net in
the broken part of the pipe

that went into the sinkhole.

Walter stood in his
predetermined spot,

and once we knew the
chemical mix was hardening,

he slipped his foot
under the extension cord,

Veronica: I did the rest...

All for the benefit of my pals

who were watching from close by.

Walter. Be careful. Your foot...

(Screams) (Shouting)

Son of a bitch.

Our money.

Veronica: Thanks to one hell
of a con by my little girl,

I am now free and clear.

Speaking of which,

I have a new birth
certificate, driver's license

and social security card.

They're real mccoys,
so you won't have any problems.

I... don't know what to say

to all of you.

(Chuckles softly) Thank you.

It's nothing.
We make fake ids all the time.

No.

Thank you for...

Giving my daughter
something that I couldn't.

A family.

Ralph, honey.

I'm gonna have to
keep a low profile.

Otherwise I'd insist that
you and I stay pen pals.

You don't get off that easily.

I built an encrypted
ID scrambler

so we can e-mail each other.

Of course you did.

And Walter.

What you did today,

with your cello shell-o trick

at the sinkhole,
was very impressive.

Oh. Thank you.

That's the thing
about real chemistry.

If you have the
right ingredients,

you just need to be patient,

and... eventually
everything will work out.

Real subtle.

(Whispers): Keep working at
it, Pinocchio.

Someday you'll be a real boy.

I can feel it.

(Exhaling): Well.

This is it, so...

All right.
We should all get back to work.

We don't have any work.

Read between the lines.

Beat it so they can talk alone.

Oh.

I heard that nice thing
you said about me.

Oh, to the man who was
trying to kill you? Yeah.

Don't let it go to your head.

They were just for the con.

Well,
in order for a con to work,

you have to believe
what you're saying.

Maybe I believed some of it.

I'll take that as a win.

Just because I can't
seem to change for you,

doesn't mean that Walter can't.

I don't care for him in
that way anymore, mom.

Now you're just
conning yourself.

I'll miss you.

I always miss you.

(Sniffles)

Mom.

My car keys.

I figured homeland
would reimburse you.

Good-bye, mom.

Good-bye, sweetheart.

Oh, and, um,
check your desk drawer.

I left you a little something.
(Chuckles)

Okay.

(Exhales)

"Dear Paige,"

"i know you've never taken
any of my ill-gotten gains."

"But this is for Ralph."

"Tell him a con's not over
until grandma says it's over."

"Love, mom."

Guys? I'm gonna need help
opening an offshore account.