All language subtitles for SCORPION - S03 E15 - Sharknerdo (720p - Web-DL)

(door opens)

PAIGE: (chuckles) Okay.

Well,
don't forget your sunblock.

Yeah, I miss you, too.

I'll talk to you tonight.

Okay. Mwah. Bye.

That Cabe?

Funny.

Tim says hi. What is this?

Mapping grid of the
section of the ocean

that we're covering today.

Ocean? We're doing the
Department of Energy

server upgrade today.

Nope.

That job has been
postponed indefinitely.

What? I-I spent weeks
landing that contract.

And Walt spent minutes
dismantling it.

Explanation. Now.

Well, it's quite simple really.

Our point person at the D.O.E.
kept saying he was gonna pay us.

"A hundred and nine
thousand dollars."

Yeah, that's what we agreed
to, $109,000.

Ah-ah-ah, that's not what he said.
Here we go.

He said "A hundred and
nine thousand dollars."

That's a $100 bill and $9,000.

That's substantially
less than our fee.

For the love of God,
Walter, it's an expression.

Well, "Make haste,
not waste" is an expression.

"Penny for your thoughts"
is an expression.

"Not playing with a full
deck" is an expression!

Exactly, but what the D.O.E.
rep said

was mathematically inaccuracy.

And I told him.

Repeatedly.

I mean, don't people want
to better themselves?

The irony of that question

is completely lost on
you, isn't it?

Hmm. I can tell that you're
upset, but don't be

because I got us a new case.

We are working
with a well-funded.

Marine salvage concern
that believes it's found

the San Caldera,
a Manila galleon

that went down in
Drakes Bay in 1595

carrying a fortune in gold.

O-Okay, but who is this client,
and what are we doing for him?

Her. And Joan Davis found us.

She e-mailed us after reading

about our use of echolocation
in the bat caves of Arizona

and wants us to utilize our tech

to find the missing treasure.

We designed a
depth-penetrating acoustic gun.

It shoots sound waves into
the water that bounce upwards.

Floating hydrophone
mics send the readings

to our tablets,
so we can map the ocean floor debris.

And I rigged the Proton Arnold
cabinet so I can control

those babies.

PAIGE: Are those...? Yep.

Deactivated World
War Two torpedoes.

Retrofitted propulsion
with wireless control

and waterproof cameras so these
submersibles can have a look-see

at what's in Davey
Jones' locker.

CABE: I named 'em

Ethel Mer-man and Water Matthau.

No idea who they are.

TOBY: (whistles) Ah!

(pirate voice): Perfect
cannonball strike.

Is me gang of buccaneers ready
to find some precious booty?

Argh, looks like I
already found me some.

Keep it up,
and I'll knee you in your doubloons.

That would send
me to the E-Argh!

I'm not joking.

(normal voice): Saucy
wench, ain't she?

Leave me out of it,
Captain Schnook.

Walter, it's great that
you lined up another gig,

but you have to run
these things by me.

Paige, do not kibosh this job.

I've been obsessed with
pirates since I was a kid.

Treasure Island...
I read that so many times,

the binding fell apart.

Makes perfect sense, actually.

Pirate culture fetishizes
the thrill of the hunt

and the procurement of treasure.

Those are the foundations
of gambling addiction.

What is the pay on this job?

Uh, we'll be working for
a five percent commission.

(pirate voice): No prey, no pay!

A contingency agreement?
You're not ambulance chasers.

You're geniuses.

Geniuses who better get moving.

So Happy will stay here,
drive the robotic submersibles;

Sly, you will run
point on the mapping.

Let's go. Gear up.

CABE: Allie.

Glad I caught you.

You left this at my place.

It's a nice excuse
to see you again.

(Sylvester clears throat loudly)

Cabe, uh, don't you think
carousing with the enemy

is at cross purposes
with your role

as my campaign manager?

I'm not your enemy.

My boss just insists that
I work on his campaign

every two years.

And you had nothing to
do with the ad that ran

that depicted me as a wizard?

I bought the airtime.

That's it.

Kid, only a handful
of people saw that ad.

A handful of votes is all
it'll take to decide this race!

I'm sorry.

I am just tense because
the West Altadenia Shopper

has not announced
their endorsement yet,

and their reporter
will not call me back.

They get lazy because
they always endorse Patel.

I'll make sure you
get a fair shake.

I'll see you later?

Absolutely.

Do you think Zachariah Chandler,

campaign manager for Rutherford B.
Hayes,

dated the chargé d'affaires
for Samuel J. Tilden

in the election of 1876?

If he looked like Allie,
he damn well should've.

(pirate voice): Let's shove
off, me hearties!

High seas adventures awaits.

(sighs)

Bounty's out there.
I can smell it.

Think that's your cologne.

Oh, you like that?
It's got the essence of pirate.

It's called Walk the Stank.

Guys, focus on the task?

Oh, yes.
A very long and difficult task

which will most likely
result in no money

because no one knows where the
ship or the gold actually is.

That's because they
didn't know where to look.

WALTER: Ms. Davis?

You must be Team Scorpion.

You're Joan the Pirate?

What were you expecting?

I was expecting Indiana Joan,

a rapscallion huntress,
like Anne Bonny

or Mary Read.

Most people think this
business is pure excitement.

It's actually extensive research
and meticulous calculations.

That sounds exciting to me.

I was quite impressed by your
theory that ripple effects

of a previously unknown
historical tsunami

took the Caldera off course.

Thank you.

My contemporaries mock me,

but we'll be laughing
when we find the gold.

Here are the maps of the
areas we'll be searching

from our respective boats.

These are our pirate vessels?

Sturdy 40-foot fishing vessels.

Just had them serviced.

More than sufficient
for our work.

When we find the treasure,
I'll call for larger ships

with retrieval cranes.

Okay. Let's get to work.

So, Paige and I will
start in the small boat.

The rest of you go with Joan.

We'll start off at the
far end of our grids,

work our way in,
and then meet up at the middle

so no fathom goes unsearched.
Great.

I'm not gonna let these
pathetic vessels kill my buzz.

The action out on the
water will be thrilling.

Exhilarating.

TOBY: Uh...

I've never been so
bored in my life.

Mr. Curtis, I warned you.

This is tedious work.

Shoot the acoustic
gun, wait for readings,

record the readings, repeat.

That is the job description.

Thought we'd be
cutting up treasure.

All I'm doing is cutting cheese.

(beeping)

Our hydrophone mics have
picked up some more kickback

from the acoustic gun.

SYLVESTER: According
to acoustic bounceback,

it's non-organic solid material.

Happy?

I am sending Water Matthau
down for a closer look.

Go get 'em, Happy.

HAPPY: Ah, strikeout.

Looks like you're positioned

over a rock formation.

I'll re-dock Water
Matthau under the boat.

Walter, how come you're
not sending me anything?

WALTER: I've been asking myself

the same thing.

Haven't had a ping
in over two hours.

We're only 60 nautical
miles from Toby's boat.

There shouldn't be such a
discrepancy in the results.

Maybe your equipment's off.

Yeah. Now that you mention it,

my comm's been cutting in and
out since we got on the boat.

Well, it is possible that
the boat's electronic system

is interfering with our tech.

We'll check it out.

Okay.

We might be able to remove
the boat's electrical system.

(grunting): That might be able
to eliminate the interference.

Oh, smells funny.

Oh, this is an issue.

Joan just had the boat serviced.

The workers didn't tighten
the fittings properly,

so the fumes made denser
air, which made it harder

for the electrical
signals to operate.

We have to get off this boat.
Here!

What's going on?
This could spark any moment.

Surrounded by gas.

The boat's gonna explode.
Get in the water!

(grunts)

(Paige screams)

(both panting)

Okay?

Yeah.

Walter? Uh-huh.

Are you sure the
boat's gonna explode?

Uh, well,

the odds were better than not.

Okay, 'cause I'm looking
at "not" right now.

Well, it really

is against the odds
that nothing would...

See? I was right.

WALTER: You okay? Okay. Yeah.

Well, the good news is
with the ship destroyed,

so is the source of
electrical interference.

So we use the comms to touch
base, tell the guys

what happened,
and then they come and rescue us.

Yeah, you're gonna have to do
that, 'cause my comm

is at the bottom of the ocean;
it fell out when I jumped.

Oh.

Something tells me your comm's my comm.
That's okay.

The others will eventually
realize that something's wrong

and come for us... hopefully.

I know that look.

That is never good.
Based on the distance

that the boat's traveled

to reach the perimeter
of the grid...

What?

They're over two hours away.

Oh, wonderful. Okay.

We need a plan,
'cause we can't tread water that long.

And we'll eventually
die from hypothermia,

so all this debris,
it's gonna save our lives.

We're gonna have
to build a raft.

Let's go.

TOBY: ♪ What do you do with ♪

♪ A drunken sailor? ♪

♪ What do you do with ♪

♪ A drunken sailor? ♪

Doc.

♪ What do you do with ♪

♪ A drunken sailor? ♪

♪ Early in the morning ♪

♪ Put him in ♪

♪ The longboat ♪

♪ Till he gets sober ♪

♪ Put him in the longboat ♪

♪ Till he gets sober ♪

♪ Put him in the longboat ♪

♪ Till he gets sober ♪

Doc.

♪ Early in the morning. ♪

Toby, I swear to God,

I'm gonna grab you by the ankles

and swab the deck
with your head.

At least that'll give
me something to do.

(hydrophone pings)

Got a hit.

Sylvester. Reading.

SYLVESTER: Based on the
numbers, and this is exciting,

these specs are showing
possible organic material,

the general length of
the Caldera's hull,

equally interspersed
solid masses.

Those could be the
on-deck cannons.

This is the closest
match we've seen

to the San Caldera all day.

Water Matthau needs
a closer look.

He's descending at
a 40 degree angle,

20 knots.

Currently 300 feet away.

I have been working
towards this moment

for the past six
years of my life.

I have been bored for the
past few hours of my life,

so we both got a
lot riding on this.

Toby,
hold on to your frilly hat.

I see something
coming into view.

There she is!

The Caldera. We found it.

I knew I was right.

I'm gonna contact
the retrieval crews.

They will be here in the
next three and a half hours.

(pirate voice): Arr!
There be me booty.

Technically, there be me booty.

There be your five percent.

CABE: Still a sweet payday.

Congratulations, Walter.
Your gamble paid off.

Walter.

Hey, Walt, you there, buddy?

Actually, Cabe,
Walter and Paige haven't been active

on their comms for
a few minutes now.

That's weird,
'cause I can't seem

to get their submersible
to come online.

You sure? Yeah.

Nothing from Ethel
Mer-man at all.

Radio silence.

Weird.

Maybe they turned their
treasure ship into a love boat.

Know what I'm saying?

Open water, no one
around, Tim in Qatar...

HAPPY: Zip it, Toby.
Quit clowning around.

Don't be an idiot.

They're just having some
sort of technical issue.

Right, Hap?

It's possible that
an electrical issue

on the boat knocked
out the comms

and the submersible's signal.

(knocking on door)

You go get that.

I'll try to reboot the
connection to Ethel Mer-man.

(door opens)

Oh. Hi, Allie. Cabe's not here.

I know. I'm here to see you.

I feel bad about the
wizard commercial,

so I want to make it up to you.

This is Patty Logan.

She's a reporter with the
West Altadenia Shopper.

She'd like to interview you.

Hello.

You're a teenager.

I work at the Shopper
for school credit,

but my age isn't relevant.

Oh.

Okay. I need to run,

but I'll leave you two
to discuss the issues.

Good luck, Sylvester.

Okay.

Uh...

Please, come in.

We are just in the
middle of work.

Oh, uh, this might interest you.

We found a sunken ship
that's centuries old.

Actually, Mr. Dodd,
I'm here to learn about

your platform for alderman.

Now, some say that you're
a one-issue candidate

who only cares about the fate of
his favorite comic book store.

So, setting that topic aside
for the moment, can you explain

how you'd handle the budget
crisis in West Altadenia,

when reports are you've
yet to request a copy

of the city's financials
from the town council.

SYLVESTER: Ms.
Logan, I am a genius.

I haven't requested the budget
because it would take me

less than a few
minutes to read it,

identify any inefficiencies
and then balance it.

Budget not a priority...

Uh, no, no, no.
That's not what I said.

What I said was...

Sly, I need you.

Now?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Reboot didn't work.

No contact with my submersible,

and Walter and Paige are
still off their comms.

Hmm.

Something's wrong.
Cabe, you need to go find them.

JOAN: I'm sorry, gentlemen,

but I'm not leaving this spot

because of a
communications failure.

I'm sure your crew is fine.

Oh, I don't care if you're sure.

I need to be sure.

Walter O'Brien isn't some flake
who just drops out of contact

with his team; it's
completely out of character.

We need to go find our
friends, now.

My call.

Wrong. This is my boat.

I'm the captain,
and under maritime law,

you have no control here.

So let me be clear.

I'm not leaving the
site of the treasure.

(chuckles)

Fair enough.

There are laws.
This is a mutiny!

While I'm wearing a pirate hat.
How cool is that?

This is a win-win, Joan.

You don't have to leave the
Caldera, we can go

find our friends.

Okay. Sat phone,

water, some energy bars.

(pirate voice): I doff me hat to
you, fair scallywag.

We scurvy dogs must
now bid ye farewell.

Now you're down a bar.
How does that help?

HAPPY: Toby, quit your grab-ass.

We need to focus.
Okay, Cabe, remember when I helped you

soup up that old Pontiac?

Let me guess.
We're gonna do that to this boat?

I'll walk you through it.

TOBY: Smart idea, Happy.

It's gonna take a while to
get to Walter and Paige,

and if something's wrong,
every second counts.

Ocean isn't a place you want to
be lost without communication.

Shoelace should
hold for a while.

(exhales) Feels like a vacation
compared to treading water.

What are you doing?

Taking inventory.

Everything that can
help us survive's

in this bag, so I need to
know exactly what we've got.

All the computing power in the
world, and in the middle

of the ocean,
you can't do a thing with it.

Uh, wrong.

For now, it's a table.

Here.

I am building

an astrolabe to help
determine our exact position.

Happy already knew
the coordinates

of our boat before it blew up.

Well,
consider this a confirmation.

Or a waste of time.

Determining facts is
never a waste of time.

I don't care about facts,
but since you love them so much,

would you like to hear one?

If you hadn't pissed off the
Department of Energy rep,

if you could've just
accepted that some people

say "one hundred
and nine thousand"

instead of "one hundred
nine thousand..."

It was inaccurate.

We could've been working a nice,

landlocked, dry job,
instead of floating

in the middle of the Pacific
Ocean on a leaky raft.

So let me ask you.
Was it, was it worth being right?

Yes.

MAN: Dispatching a vessel
now, Seven Seas. Over.

Okay. Thank you.

All right. The Coast Guard's
gonna send out a team,

but their ship is
further away than we are.

Hey, Happy.

I don't see anything.
Are we getting close?

Less than a mile out from
your last logged location.

SYLVESTER: You should be
seeing them any second.

CABE: Hey, Toby, bear right.

I see something up ahead.
That's got to be them.

(pirate voice): Aye, Captain.
Starboard ho.

Oh, my God.

What do you see?

CABE: Pieces of their boat.

Nothing else.

PAIGE: They should've
found us by now.

A high probability they have...
Should've discovered

the boat wreckage
right about now.

Yeah. Well,
I hate to break it to you,

but there's no boat
on the horizon.

That's because we're
nowhere near the wreckage.

What are you...
What are you talking about?

Debris can't be more than
50 yards in any direction.

We've just,
we've just been bobbing here.

Well, it just feels that way.

The astrolabe uses the sun's
position to measure latitude,

so according to it,
we are over 20 miles

from the site of the explosion.

That's impossible.
Current can be deceiving.

They won't know
where to find us.

Why didn't you tell
me this earlier?

'Cause you said you weren't
interested in facts.

Are you kidding me?

You're acting like the flow
of the current is my fault.

No. I'm acting like the fact
is we're going to die out here.

We could drown. We could starve.
We could dehydrate.

There are a hundred and
fifty thousand different ways

we could kick the bucket.

That's how I'm acting.

One hundred fifty thousand.

(groans): Oh, my...

(groans)

I studied detailed
images of Walter's ship,

and the bad news is,
half the boat and what's left of

Ethel Mer-man are at
the bottom of the ocean.

Must've been an explosion.

What's the good news?

I've scanned every
inch of this thing,

and there's no sign of bodies.

Not to be morbid,
but if they were

blown to bits, there'd
be, well, bits.

And that would've attracted
scavengers of the sea,

and there's none of that here.

That means that Walter
and Paige are still alive.

Oh, man. They're drifting.

On what?

If it was me,
I would've engineered

some kind of makeshift raft

out of the debris,
tied it together with shoelaces

and cable from the hydrophones.

Walt probably did the same.

We're in the North
Pacific Gyre current.

It's large and
swirling and occupies

the northern basin
of the Pacific.

How do you know that?

I was a Marine.

As in mariner, maritime,
related to the sea?

I don't like Condescending Cabe.

According to the
National Oceanic

and Atmospheric Administration,

the movement of northern waters
southward plus the upwelling

of colder sub-surface water

makes the coastal
current stronger.

Well, what does that mean
about their location?

It means that from
where you are now,

the last place that we
knew they were alive,

they are most likely... (sighs)

dozens of miles out,

in any direction.

PATTY: This is an
incredible story.

Can you tell me how
you're feeling right now?

How do you plan to
find your friends?

I'm sorry, uh, I have to focus.

Happy, we need to figure
out a plan to narrow

the 360 degree range
that they could be in.

If only we had Walt's
brain right now.

You know that song Toby likes,

"Brandy," about the girl who's
a-a waitress in a harbor town?

Uh, by all accounts,
she was quite the catch,

but the man in the
song wouldn't marry her

because he loved the sea so much

that he couldn't
be away from it.

He was an idiot.

I have faith that our team will find
us, so, you know, optimism.

I-I find it confusing that...
(chuckles)

you are giving me the silent
treatment, when the truth is,

you are more to blame for our
current situation than I am.

What?

You heard me.

You must have sun stroke.

Oh, you know,
I-I have fact stroke.

Fact: I'm afflicted with low EQ.

Oh, tell me something
I don't know.

Fact: As a result, I often

can't connect with humans.
And how.

Fact: despite knowing all
that, you still abandoned me.

You still let me
deal with people like

the Department of Energy rep
when you know I shouldn't!

Abandoned you?

Please, Paige.

You know, I-I might have no EQ,

but I am more than capable
of picking up when someone

is trying to distance
themselves from me.

It happened at school

when kids could tell
that I was different,

I felt it with my
parents, and now, then...

then i-it happened with you.

Walter...

You have completely cut
me loose these past weeks.

Completely missing in
action when I need you.

Walter, I... No, I...

I understand that
eventually I can be

too much for most
humans, but I thought...

I thought that...

you were different.

I thought that we were friends.

(sighs) You're right, I...

I did distance myself from you...
on purpose.

But it's not because I
don't like you anymore.

It was part of a plan
to let you sink or swim,

to see if... I wanted to see if
you could get to another level

of EQ on your own,

to see if you could grow
without me holding your hand,

because I believe you can.

So you decided to run an
emotional experiment on me?

No, no,
that's not how I looked at it.

It's your job to hold my hand.

That's why you're on Scorpion.

I should dock your pay.

I wanted to believe
that my work with you

these last three years
haven't been wasted,

that if you fell,
you could get up on your own

without me there to pick
you up and dust you off.

Shh. Quiet.
Don't tell me to be quiet.

No, no, no. Listen, listen.

(bell clanging faintly) Wait.

Is that a... Is that a bell?

It's got to be a
high-end acoustic buoy.

If we can get to it,
I might be able to hack

the wireless relay box,
and send out an S.O.S.

Now, the trick is picking
it up with the naked eye

in the middle of the ocean.
Wait.

No, we won't have to.

What?

Your reading glasses?

At Ralph's last
Forestry Braves meeting,

they taught us how
to make a telescope

out of a lens and a...
paper towel tube.

We just have to find...

Ah! This PVC pipe should do.

Good thinking.

Now I will fashion oars
from this wood over here.

But it will weaken the
raft substantially,

so we better find that buoy.

You see anything? Uh, yeah.

A lot of water.

Wait, over there.

Something just a few
miles, tops.

Time to paddle.

SYLVESTER: The
currents are too mixed

and unpredictable to narrow down
which direction they drifted.

There are too many variables.

Well,
the constant is Walt and Paige

floating around on a raft.

That's it! The raft.

Happy, can you pull up the
film of their wreckage?

Tell me why I'm doing this.

Well, look at the
blown-out back of the boat.

What kind of material do you
think that's made out of?

Treated cedar on the deck,
thermoplastic fiberglass...

Both float well.

And some PVC pipes

floating under the
plumbing system.

Okay, start calculating the
ballpark buoyancy force numbers

for those materials,
and throw in some floatation cushions

and some pieces of life vests.

Hold on, are you saying you can

figure out where
your friends are

based on the scraps they
used to build a raft?

I'm saying if we figure out
the general weight and buoyancy

of those materials,
we can plug those numbers

into an algebraic
function to predict

how the current would
have treated them,

and then we can find
the general area.

Slow down. Say it all again,

but not so many big
words this time.

(chuckles) I'm sorry,
but you got to go.

No, wait, this is a great story.

It's not a story,
it's my friends' lives.

We haven't even gotten
to the interview yet.

I don't even have a
single quote from you.

Well, here's this.

Candidate says, "Beat it."

But, Mr. Dodd...

Sly, I got the buoyancy data!

Let's do some math.

Still nothing, Doc.

I'm starting to get
real scared here.

My whole life, I wanted a chance
to be a swashbuckling hero.

Now our friends need us,
I'm just a schmuck on a boat

with no idea how to save them.
SYLVESTER: Not anymore.

Now you are a
schmuck with an idea.

We ran the numbers based
on the estimated weight

of Walter, Paige and the raft.

We accounted for buoyancy and
the current differential...

Just tell them where
the hell they are.

Uh, right, okay.
Based on my calculations,

they should be 30 degrees east

of the wind flow.

(pirate voice): Me bicorne!

All right,
wind's blowing southwest.

Okay, then turn the
boat 30 degrees east

of the southwesterly winds.

We're on our way.

(buoy bell clanging)

I'm gonna jump on first, okay?

Okay.

Great.

(grunts)

Come on. Oh, wait.

Whoa, whoa, here, here.
I'm drifting.

You got it.

Whew! Okay.

Oh, God.

I never thought we'd make it.

Tie this up.

You got it?

Yeah. (grunts)

Okay.

Here. Thanks.

Hold on while I get online.

Okay.

Now,
these buoys allow scientists

to monitor ocean
patterns in real time.

So I'm gonna use the
Wi-Fi transmitter

to send a signal to the shore.

Ah, from these markings,
it's a Danish lab outpost.

Oh.

I hope whoever's monitoring
it speaks English. (Chuckles)

Okay, I'm into their system.

(loud bang)

(buoy bell clanging)

Wow, that was a big current.

Uh, Paige? Yeah?

That wasn't a current
that just struck us.

We're gonna need a bigger buoy.
Mm-hmm.

(buoy bell clanging)

Hold on, hold on.

(thud) Oh, God!

Oh, my God.

You okay?

Oh, no. Oh, no.

This is very bad.

He snapped the cable.

Even if he doesn't come back,

we have no ride off this buoy.

Yeah, he's turned around
and coming back at us.

Okay, hold on.

(thud, bell clanging)

Oh, oh, oh!

(panting)

I'm gonna send out an S.O.S.
signal.

You have to stop the shark
from knocking this tablet,

or worse yet us, into the water.

How do I do that?
Sharks have intense

neural ganglion in the
center of their snouts.

Here, use that oar to
whack him on his next pass.

That'll disorient him,
and that'll buy me enough time

to set up the tablet
and get the message out.

That's the plan...
you want me to punch a shark in the nose?

He-He's circling back.
Here, grab the oar.

This more than makes up for the
pay you were going to dock me.

Okay, here he comes. Oh, God.

It worked!

We're into the satellite signal.

Uh, found a
communications interface.

Sending the message,
and then done.

Great, let's just hope who
finds it can actually help us.

(rapid beeping)

(Danish accent): Bernhard?

D-876. Got it.

Thank you.

Uh, yes, it's a real election.

Alderman of West Altadenia...
Look, I got to go.

According to some confused
Danish scientists,

Walter and Paige are
at the buoy D-876.

Those are the coordinates.

Okay, guys, you're already
headed in the right direction,

and you're closer
than the Coast Guard.

Just need to slightly adjust
course three degrees west.

We're on it.

Eyes peeled for a yellow buoy
with people clinging to it.

Shouldn't be more
than a few of those.

SYLVESTER: And, Cabe,

you said only a
handful of people

watched Patel's ad,
but guess what...

It made it to Denmark.

Denmark!

(thud)

Walter!

I think he's pissed about
the punch to the nose.

Well, sharks are intelligent;
they have a sixth sense

called electrosensory
perception to track their...

You were gonna say "prey."

Ah... (thud)

(gasps)

(shrieks)

That was too close, Walter.

I have faith in Scorpion.

Besides,
from a logical standpoint,

the odds are pretty slim that
things could get any worse.

(thud)

(both gasp)

Holy cow, things just got worse.

How?

After the Danish
scientists called,

I hacked their system
to monitor any readings

that their buoy might
receive that could help us

with our rescue...

Like the changes in current
or wave cap heights,

stuff like that.

So what's the problem?

Problem is they don't
study the ocean.

They study what lives

inside the ocean.

Specifically,
migratory patterns.

Migratory patterns of what?

(buoy bell clanging)

(gasping)

I think he's
bringing his friends!

Actually, you know,
a group of sharks

is called a "frenzy."

Walter, who gives a crap?!

Sharks? Are you kidding me?

A frenzy of them.

A group of sharks is
called a "frenzy."

Who gives a crap?!

Hundred yards ahead!

I can see the buoy,
and Walter and Paige!

And sharks,
lots and lots of sharks.

Punch it, Gallo.

Walter, they're closing in!

(gasping) (thud)

The impact of multiple
sharks is gonna be

exponentially worse than just
one, so brace yourself.

(thud)

I think we spoke too soon.

Hey! Hey, hey!

TOBY: They see us!

We did it!
We're heroes of the high seas!

(pirate voice): Keep
the wind at our backs,

and take this girl to
port, Cap'n.

(engine sputtering)

(hissing)

What the hell?

Oh, this isn't happening.

What isn't happening?

TOBY: The boat's engine blew,

and we're still about
50 yards from the buoy.

Not good! When we souped it up,
we must've pushed its limits.

It's toast.
No, Walter and Paige are toast

if they can't get to them!

(thud, bell clanging)

Hey, what's happening?

Why aren't they
coming to get us?

WALTER: Uh, I see smoke.
The boat must've died.

Yeah, well, speaking of dying,

we can't hold on much longer;
this buoy's gonna tip.

You were a lifeguard, right?

Uh, in summers when I
was a teenager. Why?

I'm gonna swim for the raft.

The flailing will
attract the sharks.

No. Shark's worst sense
is their eyesight.

They'll circle me to try and
figure me out before attacking.

It'll give me time.

Now, as soon as I hit the water,

you dive in and head for the boat.
Walter, no.

Even if you make it to the raft,

they will tear that
thing apart in seconds.

You said it yourself.
Eventually, this buoy gets

tipped over, and I can't have
you on it when that happens.

Walter... As flawed as I am,

I'm still a better person
than before we met,

thanks to you. Now go! Walter!

They're making a
break for the boat.

No, only Paige is.

Walt's trying to
get to the raft.

He's never gonna make it.
He's chum in the water.

♪ ♪

Grab my hand!

(panting): Walter is...
Walter is...

In big trouble.

Those sharks are circling
him; they're figuring him out.

Once they figure out he's
lunch, it's all over.

(panting)

I'm not gonna make it.

Not gonna... not gonna make it.

What the...?

(shouts)

It's Water Matthau!

Cabe and Toby,
get ready to receive your cargo.

Thank you, Happy!

Here he comes.

So do the sharks.

Uh, Happy,
sharks top out at 35 miles per hour.

Can you goose Mr. Matthau,
please?

HAPPY: It's been
straining to keep up

with your boat for hours.

40 miles per hour
is all he's got.

And I got to slow it down so
that Walter can get on the boat.

You slow that thing down,
the sharks will be all over him!

And the torpedo wake
is agitating them.

I have an idea.

Hurry! Hurry, Happy!

What the hell are you doing?

Swashbuckling!

(shouts)

(Toby grunting)

Yes! Yes!

(Walter groans)

Thanks for the lift.
What's with the knife?

I'm a super-cool pirate.

I got seaweed in my eye.

Dropped me cheese knife.

(chuckles)

Huh? A little hot cocoa

should warm the weary
bones of you seafarers.

How is your eye?

Little seaweed never
hurt Blackbeard.

It ain't gonna slow this
hardened Jolly Roger.

Oh, baby marshmallows.

I love those.
HAPPY: Almost forgot.

This came in from Joan Davis

while you were heading
back into shore.

Pieces of eight!

PAIGE: Chocolate coins?

What the...?

"Dear Team Scorpion,
you're in breach of contract.

"Section B2 clearly
states that your team

"was to provide tech support

"until the moment of retrieval.

"You made your choice
to abandon the treasure,

"so you are entitled

to no contingency fee.
Sincerely, Joan Davis."

Hmm.

But sh-she's right.

We did breach contract.

To save you guys,
it was worth it.

Plus, we can license
the tech we designed

to other maritime
exploration concerns.

No matter how you slice it,
she absconded with me booty.

This sucks.

Pretty disappointed, huh?

I wanted treasure.
I got chocolate.

Yeah, about the whole...

Captain Hook thing.

Pirates chase treasure.

Gamblers chase money.

It's the chase that
gives them the high.

Boy howdy, it does.

So... what if it's the chase

that's kept you on
your toes with me?

Once we're married,

the chase is over, the high is
over, and then you'll get bored.

Happy Quinn,
you're showing an adorable

pang of insecurity right now.

My angst makes you feel good?

No, no.

The fact that you love me enough

to worry about losing
me makes me feel good.

Look me in the eye.
Uh, the good one.

You are the treasure that I've
been hunting for my whole life.

And-and you, frankly,
are such a tough nut to crack

that the chase is
never really over.

You keep me on my heels.
I'm never gonna be bored by you.

Good.

Keep the hat...

the eye patch...

for the honeymoon.

Ahoy, matey.

Hey. Hey yourself.

You ready?

Reservation's in 20 minutes.

Let me grab my coat.

Sylvester.

I spoke with Patty.

I bet you did. Congratulations.

You got the endorsement and
the votes and the election.

I think you and Patty had very
different takes on your meeting.

It's an early
edition of the paper.

"West Altadenia Shopper
endorses Sylvester Dodd."

CABE: Really?

That's the biggest upset
since Ali/Foreman in '74.

I have no idea who that is,
but this is amazing news.

Thank you.
I'm sorry I doubted you.

"Sylvester Dodd is a candidate
who cares more about the people

"that are counting on
him than making sure

"he looks good to the press.

"He has the kind of character

that will make him a
fine representative."

Congratulations. You earned it.

Good work, kiddo.

(door opens, closes)

Hey.

Hey.

I-I wanted to thank you.

What you did on that buoy

(chuckles): was insane.

I-I would have made
it to the raft.

Oh, uh, don't think so.

And it's not really the point.

Well,
it was the least I could do.

I owed you.

Owed me? For what?

For, uh...
for letting me sink or swim.

See, at first, I was...
I was mad at you

because I-I didn't understand
why you would do that to me.

Mm-hmm.

But then I realized

that you did it for me.

I've never had anyone who cared

about my emotional
development before,

someone who'd try different
things to help me.

But you care.

And, um...

sometimes caring
means tough love.

So I owed you, so I jumped in.

An extreme way of paying off
debts, but...

I don't think you owed me.

Walter, can I be honest?

Mm, of course.

You're the most
honest person I know.

Okay. Here goes.

I-I tried being mad at you
for the whole Tim thing,

and that just...

well, it felt crummy.
So I have an idea.

I'd... I'd like for
us just to acknowledge

that we're great friends,

special friends, who care deeply

about each other,
the-the kind of friends

who'd do anything for each
other, including...

risk their lives.

That's...

That's accurate and logical.

Yeah. I like it.

Great.

Um, we can put any
recent tension behind us.

Agreed. Yeah.

(slaps legs)

So, friend...

(chuckles)

uh, what do you have
planned for tonight?

I'm just gonna...
like, Skype with Tim.

You?

I w-worked up a list of clients

that I've recently
offended; I was gonna...

try to, uh, apologize to them.

Using the-the skills
that you taught me.

Okay.

You know what, um, I could,
I could Skype with Tim tomorrow.

How-how about we make
those calls together,

and I can help you
through any rough spots?

I'd like that.

Okay.

Can I see? Yeah.

Here you are. Thanks.

♪ ♪