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WALTER: My name is Walter O'Brien.

I have the fourth-highest IQ ever recorded: 197.

Einstein's was 160.

When I was 11, the FBI arrested me for hacking NASA

to get their blueprints for my bedroom wall.

Now I run a team of geniuses, tackling worldwide threats only we can solve.

Toby's our behaviorist.

Sylvester's a human Calculator.

Happy, a mechanical prodigy.

Agent Cabe Gallo's our government handler.

And Paige? Well, Paige isn't like us.

She's normal. And translates the world for us,

while we help her understand her genius son.

Together, we are Scorpion.

Of the six three-digit integers on the board,

which are divisible by four?

- O'Brien. - All of them.

Not even in the outer reaches of Pluto,

where you generally reside, is 703 divisible by four--

Seven hundred and three divided by four is 175.75.

They can all be divided by four, just with the remainders.

[STUDENTS MURMURING]

You didn't define your terms.

[BELL RINGS]

O'Brien, stay.

[GIRL LAUGHS]

You show a growing disdain for authority. It's concerning.

Hands on the desk.

Hands on the desk.

[BELL RINGS]

There's no drill scheduled.

Move out, O'Brien.

Walter, let's go.

You could get arrested for pulling the alarm.

He should get arrested for striking you.

- He'll call Dad. - I'll take care of Dad too.

Megan, someday I'll pay you back.

I'll take a Lamborghini, bright yellow. Race you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Sorry I'm late. Uh, Ralph's sick again.

That's two days in a row, huh, pal?

His fever won't break. I'm gonna take him to the doctor at 10.

Then my neighbor can watch him, if that's okay.

WALTER: Mm-hm.

Are you okay? You don't look so--

- Never been healthier. - Oh.

So mail arrived. Menus and paychecks.

More money, more problems. Or so I've heard in the rapper songs.

Well, rappers may have 99 or so problems,

but misplacing paychecks is not one of them.

LAX cleared our debt. This is our first fresh cash.

Toby, are you gonna be okay with this?

I'm way ahead of you. High stress levels triggers my gambling addictions.

My levels go UP?

[DONKEY BRAYING OVER CELL PHONE SPEAKER]

It reminds me I'm being a jackass.

Hell, I could do that for you.

- I'll be upstairs. - Thank you.

- Hey, seriously, what's wrong? - I'm fine.

Clearly.

So is Ralph, by the way.

Yeah, he hacked the thermometer, recalibrated the digital display.

He did what? Ralph?

He hates school. We all did.

Especially those of us with math proficiency.

You know, ahem, to get through the day, I would look at the clock,

and I'd create formulas expressing trigonomic functions

based on the clock hands.

My sister suggested that to me a long time ago.

I didn't know you had a sister. Is she enabled too?

Not like us. But in her own way.

[CELL PHONE BEEPING]

Ralph, backpack.

- What's his story today? SYLVESTER: Don't know,

but that is only the second time he's ever mentioned his sister.

Still stalking your ex-wife?

Ex-fiancée, and I am not stalking, I'm keeping current.

HAPPY: Uh-huh. WALTER: Cabe called.

We're all gonna meet the governor of California.

My back-tax status with the state isn't exactly what you’d call "good."

- What's this about? - He said hurry, right?

So let's hurry.

Paige, Ralph's school is on the way, so we'll drop him off.

- Come on, guys. SYLVESTER: Okay.

The new car rides nice.

Steady paycheck equals safe car for my kid.

TOBY: Heavy security. Way more than you'd expect for the governor.

Walter, why is there a van from the Center for Disease Control here?

I don't know. We'll find out pretty soon.

They handle diseases that wipe out Civilizations.

Diseases that have no cure, and they're here.

- It's gonna be fine. Come on. - Good, you're here. Follow me.

Why are you wearing a Surgical mask around your neck?

What exactly are you protecting yourself from?

- Relax. They put up a quarantine tent. - A quarantine tent.

- I will be in the car. - Uh, Mr. Gallo, sir?

Is there a very terrible, possibly communicable disease in this home?

[DONKEY BRAYING OVER CELL PHONE SPEAKER]

Sorry, stress levels are a tad elevated right now.

Weird, phone's off, but I still hear a donkey.

Today's not the day to be screwing off. You two go wait with Sylvester.

There's a computer I need you to look at.

Poor little girl.

- Who's that kid? - It's a need-to-know.

What I need to know is exactly what's going on, otherwise I can't help.

GALLO: Guys, this is Governor Lane. - This man can help my daughter?

I'll need to know everything that's happening here.

So governmental habits of proprietary knowledge and need-to-know,

jettison that nonsense, or my efforts to help your child will be hampered.

You have to forgive Mr. O'Brien. He's brilliant but impolitic.

Don't care what he is.

As long as he helps. In here.

We're really not trying to hamper anyone.

But if the public hears "unknown virus," it could cause panic.

Especially if there's a political motivation.

What kind of virus?

She tested negative for hanta, Rift Valley, Ebola.

- Eastern equine encephalitis? - Also negative.

She's only positive for the common cold.

The CDC has a database of the rarest infective agents in the world.

- They're searching. - Yeah, but while they search,

Helena's kidneys, liver, lungs, all shutting down. Her fever's...

How long?

Doctor said she has less than 24 hours.

This is a medical problem. Why am I here?

First of all, governor, we're so sorry this is happening to you.

I have a child too.

And I can't imagine how you feel. All we want to do is help.

Thank you. Come with me.

We found this virus on Helena's laptop a few hours ago.

Based on this, we're working on the assumption

that someone made Helena sick intentionally.

Targeting you, no doubt. Any idea why?

Immigration reform? Three strikes? Those are my hot-button issues.

But would they prompt this kind of hostility against my kid?

We're compiling all threats past and present.

The FBI, NSA, Homeland. All the top computer guys.

Been trying to trace the sender.

The source bounced around to 15 countries. We hit a wall.

Agent Gallo said that you and your team were brilliant.

- And you could find out who sent it. - All right.

All of your devices are on the same home network?

- Yeah. - Any other computer have this virus?

- No. - Okay.

So he directed the virus to just Helena's computer.

- Anybody else in the house sick? - No.

You, your wife and your staff, they've all been in her proximity?

- Yes. What are you getting at? - He could've taken out

the whole home network,

but he directed the computer virus at just your child.

I don't think it's a coincidence that no one else but Helena's ill.

Wait, wait, what does this mean?

Give the girl some cool air. She's hot enough.

What are you doing? No.

You can't catch it. None of us can.

The virus he placed on the computer is custom-built.

He did the same with your daughter. Why is no one else ill?

You're saying he custom-built a virus that would make just this child sick.

There's computer hacking, and recently there's biohacking.

Now, whoever infected the computer also infected your daughter.

And until we find that person and know exactly what biological agent he used,

there's not gonna be any hope for a cure.

Where are you going? You can't just drop a theory like that and leave.

Governor, the helplessness you feel will incline you to irrational behavior.

So please resist the temptation to do anything stupid,

like standing in my way. Let me do my job.

I checked the AVG scanner. Came up with nothing.

If we can find a signature in the viral code, it'll tell us who sent it.

- Meaning we have nothing. - So far, Walt. Keep your shorts on.

Governor's had ten distinct threats since he took to office.

Four of the perps are locked up, leaving six--

Guillermo Flacos? This is way too subtle for a Mexican drug lord.

Announcing your intent via e-mail? That's too subtle?

Personally, I would keep digging.

Any on the list have computer proficiency

and a knowledge of biophysics?

That'll probably narrow our list down to zero, but we'll keep digging.

What I want to understand is how you hack into a human being.

I get your DNA from anywhere. A cup, a piece of gum.

And then I study your genetics for a deficiency, say lung disease.

And then I harness that genetic sequence onto a cold virus

and I blow it in your face.

- Or into the air around you. - Toby, anything?

TOBY: I traced the computer virus' code.

Russia, China, Serbia. No wonder the government couldn't crack it.

It uses none of the known building blocks.

That's where you leave it? With a young girl dying?

All right, trace the IP header.

Study it for patterns. Maybe that'll get us somewhere.

[DOOR OPENS]

- Don't say, "I'm fine." - I was gonna say, "I'll live."

What's eating you? You're acting--

I'm tempted to use the word "emotional."

Particularly challenging problems create impatience.

You were already off this morning when you came in.

You only became impatient when you saw that little girl in her bed.

She reminded me of a problem I couldn't solve.

The more evasive you are, the more I'll press.

All right. As a child, my, uh, sister got sick.

She survived. She's fine.

Like you, all day.

I couldn't help her.

It felt like she was being beaten, and I was handcuffed.

I couldn't solve her problem.

And that's how you felt seeing that girl today.

SYLVESTER: Walter, we've got something.

Thank you for the bandage.

All right, hide the mugs. I'm coming down.

Okay, so we've successfully mirrored

-the infected laptop. WALTER: Uh-huh.

- Good news is we traced the e-mail. - Bad news?

It doesn't just bounce off servers around the world.

- It's caught in an endless loop. - That is a dirty one. It's a good one.

They're using a round robin on an IP address.

But it's too clever by half and narrows the source.

There's a pattern in the routing data. You see that prefix?

I know the place that uses this trick to mask their e-mail origins. Let's go.

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

The sophistication of the e-mail sent to the governor’s daughter

stamps of this place. It's a known hacker Petri dish.

One guy makes an advancement in deception, passes it on to another guy.

It's how Silk Road stayed online for so long.

You know that how?

I think we both take the fifth on that.

Hey, kill the music. Homeland Security.

[MUSIC STOPS]

I'm looking for the scumbag

that sent the viral e-mail to the governor’s daughter.

That grease ball right there.

His wide eyes and twitching hands

go beyond the standard for ten cans of Mountain Dew.

GALLO: You, don't move.

[GRUNTING]

Since when does Walter get physical?

Um...

Never.

Got the job on Craigslist. I never even met the client. Unh.

I think he broke some ribs.

WALTER: Mm-hm. - Refocus or I'll break the rest of them.

How were you paid?

- Cash to my P.O. Box. - Great, untraceable.

I didn't know about any sick kid.

I just sent a few anonymous e-mails, and I pocketed 3 grand.

Three e-mails? More than one?

I sent four total, all the same. "It's your fault she's sick."

So there are more victims?

Sir, we identified the three other victims.

- They're all children. - Oh, my God.

WALTER: They're all as sick as your daughter.

Sons and daughters of Dwight Carrington,

- Victoria Cooper and John Tuttle. - Wait, I know them.

You were all employees of Vlaxco Pharmaceuticals in 2008?

Before I went into politics. I worked there for a year in risk management.

A drug called Trexicane, you all worked on its development.

Trexicane had promise as a cure for SMA. It's Spinal muscular atrophy.

It causes your muscles to waste away until you can't breathe.

The clinical trial was going really well until Vlaxco pulled the plug.

Yeah, it also worked well on asthma. It was redeveloped solely for asthma.

Way more profit, huh? Left all the SMA sufferers out in the cold.

LANE: I spent months fielding angry phone calls. I hated the job.

But how is this related to Helena?

We think that whoever attacked Helena and these other children

must be someone who suffered from SMA.

They're trying to make us suffer too? What kind of mind thinks this way?

The kind that sends taunting e-mails alongside his deadly disease.

So someone in enough psychological pain to not care about

how stupid that is from a criminal standpoint.

Okay, is this headed towards ransom?

More likely, like his experience with Trexicane,

he's saying there is a cure out there, you just can't have it.

This person would need high scientific aptitude

and access to cutting-edge genetic sequencers.

I got thousands of complaints after the trial ended.

Our best bet at finding someone angry enough to infect your daughter

and three other children is in the drug-trial records.

None of the other families work at Vlaxco anymore.

You're the governor. Convince Vlaxco to hand them over.

I'll beg if I have to.

- Where are Cabe and Sylvester? - You haven't eaten today.

If you don't take care of yourself, then you can't help anyone else.

Are you barking at me now? I'm here to help you guys.

[TIRES SCREECH]

Here. They're here.

Hey, when are we getting the Vlaxco records?

Vlaxco says they're not gonna give them to us yet.

They want to help, but their lawyers are complaining

about breaking patient confidentiality with a politician.

WALTER: Mm. SYLVESTER: They say

it'll take 12 hours to get us access.

Walter, I saw the governor's daughter.

She doesn't have 12 hours.

Kids dying, and they're stonewalling.

- Bastards won't budge. - What about a court order?

- Twenty-four hours, at least. - How hard did you push them, Cabe?

You know me.

I tried as hard as I could.

I've been trying to hack Vlaxco's records,

but all Confidential drug trials are kept on an air-gapped system.

That means not connected to the web. We can't get it.

If I had another coffee cup in my hand now, I'd smash it.

PAIGE: I don't think I'd blame you.

- Cabe? GALLO: Mm?

WALTER: Call the governor.

Ask if Vlaxco keeps hard copies of the study files.

- Why am I asking? - We're gonna break in.

I understand we need to get all the patients from the drug trial.

I get that that is where we'll find the person who's making these kids sick.

But I think I would be better suited for an advisory role.

WALTER: Sylvester, if Cabe gets caught, it's federal time.

If Paige gets caught, she loses Ralph. Happy and Toby are the distraction.

- I could be the distraction. - You need to memorize the files.

No one else can do that. It's over 100 pages long.

I'll be reading the layout and guiding you through the building.

Okay.

I'm still not clear on what this has to do with Earl's Sub Shop across the street.

WALTER: Vlaxco has a brutal security firewall that would take hours to hack.

But they also have hundreds of employees.

So statistically one of them is gonna order from Earl's today.

Now, I've hacked into the sub shop's server,

and I've placed a Trojan shell on their PDF menu.

Your Trojan horse is a two-for-one sub coupon.

That's a really good deal.

Earl knows his way around a hoagie.

Now, as soon as someone clicks on the PDF menu

and downloads the coupon, we're past the Vlaxco firewall.

It's lunchtime, so it shouldn't take long.

Ha-ha. I'm in. All right, just going through HR.

Just looking through the employees' security badges.

I'll be damned.

Look for someone in middle management.

A guy driving a low-level luxury sedan, trying to keep up with the VPs.

That's someone who can really get angry. Hm?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Jed Hausler. Just copying his data.

Should have a bogus security badge in a few seconds.

I'm heading over to Happy. Good luck, Sly.

GALLO: Governor, I may have some good news for you here in a while.

It's an involved operation. I'll run it down for you later.

My thoughts and prayers are with you, governor.

- How is she? - She's holding on as best she can.

Walter lied to me earlier about his Sister.

Said she'd gotten over a Childhood illness.

But I saw a letter that said she's in a care facility battling MS.

He doesn't talk about her much.

I know, but when he's reminded of her, he smashes things

and tackles people and does daytime robberies.

I'm just trying to give him as much space as I can.

Third message. Just want to reiterate, I am making real money now.

Can start to repay you, even if you're seeing someone.

It's totally immaterial.

[HORN HONKS]

You can call me back anytime.

[DONKEY BRAYING OVER CELL PHONE SPEAKER]

[CELL PHONE CLATTERING]

She's not getting back with you.

Look, people only let you down. Sooner you realize that, the better.

That's a cynical world view.

When I was 2, my dad took me to St. Luke's,

handed me to a nurse and said, "Find her a good home."

Thanks to how my brain works, I remember every moment of it.

So 25 years later, I'm not cynical, I'm smart.

You put a quarter-inch wrench on a quarter-inch bolt, it works.

Tools don't let you down. Only people do.

Spending your life scared to connect to anyone isn't any way to live.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

Software just picked up Jed Hausler's license plate.

- Let's go find his car. WALTER: Your ear piece.

The laboratories have disease samples, Walter. Like the plague.

They have the actual plague in there.

You're not going near the biohazard lab.

I'm gonna be talking you through the whole way.

Okay, you guys ready?

Looking for Jed Hausler's car.

There. Punch it, Sister.

[TIRES SCREECH]

[ALARM BLARING]

Excuse me, my wife is the world's worst driver.

Could you find out who owns this car?

Yeah, Parking Structure 1. There's been an accident.

You can do this. You just walk in, look at the files, you walk out.

Walk in, look, walk out.

That's our guy. Sylvester, you're on.

You need to get out of there before he comes back and swipes his real ID.

- Oh. He looks angry. Perfect. - What the hell did you do to my car?

- Not me, him. - Who was driving?

- You distracted me. - Oh, talking is a distraction.

- Constant complaining is a distraction. HAUSLER: Hey.

Can we please talk about the damage to my car?

My bad. Love the 'stache.

- Um, 300? We'll call it a day? - There's thousands in damage here.

Three-fifty?

Just give me your insurance papers.

Hey, you recently divorced?

There's a tan line where your wedding ring would be.

I only ask because I think I'm about to pull that trigger myself.

WALTER: All right, you're looking for 2008, January to August.

Trexicane trial program.

Okay, I got the box.

Okay, get the name of every patient in the trial.

- How long is that gonna take? - Accuracy is bliss.

Oh, my-- Do you see this? Cold as Pennsylvania steel.

Maybe if you knew how to warm me up.

[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

That's my Supervisor, who's gonna kick my ass.

He can wait. You're the guy just a step ahead of me.

You're back in the singles scene.

Trading boxers for briefs, hitting the gym, scoring hair plugs.

Get the hell out of my way, and leave your info at the desk.

- Not good. - We couldn't hold our patsy any longer.

- He's heading back in. - There he is.

[SCANNER BEEPS]

Mr. Hausler, it's saying you're already in here.

Well, clearly I'm not.

I don't want you to panic. The guards know you're in the building.

Oh, boy. Heh. Okay.

Security's been alerted. They're coming toward the file room.

SYLVESTER: Okay, all done.

You can get out through the doors in the back to your left.

- Walter, you said no biohazard. - You have to.

Anthrax. Last year, the CDC exposed 86 of their own people to anthrax.

There could be anthrax back there.

- You have no other way out. - Walter, there's gotta be--

[DOOR OPENS]

Walter.

WALTER: We see you on the security cam.

I am in a dirty room, Walter.

Just stay calm. Head out the eastside door.

- Do you see it? - Yes.

There's a service hall on the other side.

Head down there to the exit and we'll be waiting for you.

Pick up the pace, pal.

Don't know if you can push him too hard here.

This is my worst nightmare. Literally. I have had this one. Oh.

- Guards are getting closer, Sylvester. - I can't touch that handle.

It's probably one of the cleanest handles in the world.

- Much better than a public bathroom. - I don't touch those either.

Open the damn door. If you think this lab's dirty,

wait until you're in prison, which is where they'll take you

if you don't open the door.

- No. WALTER: Ah, come on, Sylvester.

Get the hell out of there now.

You cannot be impatient with him. Sylvester, it's Paige.

Take off your sweater and put it around your hand.

What kind of a deterrent against a lethal spore is a poly-cotton blend?

Think of something else. Um, you got a paycheck today.

- What will you do with your money? - Get rid of it.

- Money makes me nervous. - Then close your eyes, get rid of it.

Okay.

PAIGE: You need to hand over the money.

- All right. Oh... PAIGE: Pull down. Now run like hell.

GUARD 1: Seal off that door. GUARD 2: I got nothing.

PAIGE: Come on, come on.

[CABLE TIE FASTENS]

[RATTLING]

Her fever's worse. She's in decline.

- Where are we, folks? - Based on the names Sylvester got us

we're pulling background on the people from the Vlaxco trial.

- Now we can look for our suspect. - The last participant in the trial.

So we have 50 names here. One of them is our biohacker.

- How do we narrow it down? - Our bad guy's gotten kids sick

and made sure the parents knew it was done intentionally.

That's a real angry dude. Take it from someone

who has dropped a fortune at games of chance,

nothing makes the psyche more vindictive than loss. It's primal.

Through Vengeance, humans believe they can be made whole again.

We need to find whoever lost the most from this drug not being approved.

So 20 test subjects showed no improvement from the drug.

So they didn't really lose anything

from being part of the trial. They entered sick, they left sick.

- Down to 30. - Same with those who got the placebo.

Their situation didn't change.

They might've been disappointed, but that's not loss.

Five died since the trial ended. They're all out.

Okay, here's where we get down to the nitty-gritty.

The guys left have all suffered loss. All would have improved with the drug.

Benjamin Carlisle, maybe?

Thirty-two years old, entrepreneur, making six figures.

When he started the study, he was engaged, world on a string.

- Where is he now? - Begging for Charity for his treatment.

Blogging pretty angrily regarding his degenerating condition.

And no longer engaged.

If I lost a fiancée to a disease that could have been cured,

- I'd consider revenge. GALLO: That's not the guy.

This is.

Robert Richter, single dad.

According to this, his child responded well to the meds,

but died after the drug trial was scrapped.

He lost more than anyone.

You're basing this purely on emotion.

There's entire sections of jurisprudence based on crimes of passion.

Emotion is as good as any of them,

especially in a case like this.

Trust me.

Guys, there's a Robert Richter that works at Venice College of Science,

and he is a microbiology professor.

WALTER: There should be some evidence here in Richter's office.

WOMAN: I'm sorry, Mr. Richter is gone for the day.

Um, maybe I should call campus security first?

Feel free, but my badge is bigger.

We'll take it from here.

- All I have in here are exam papers. - Same here.

Oh, oh, oh, look what I found.

He was computer-modeling spray patterns.

I bet he loads a small aerosol device with the virus.

All he's gotta do is get a few feet from the victim.

Presses a button, and then he infects them

with a gene that will kill only them.

- Target never even knows. - Pretty sophisticated murder weapon.

And scary easy to make. He's got fast DNA sequencers,

graphene-based nano-channel hardware.

Today genetic engineering is a hobby.

If you're smart enough, you can be a modern Typhoid Mary.

- Uh, what are you doing? - Happy was right.

Richter is a modern Typhoid Mary, emphasis on "modern."

Yeah, his daughter died in 2010.

The reason he had to wait years to retaliate

is he had to wait for technology to catch up to his plans.

Now that it has, the same technology might be the thing that stops him.

Here. Saved in the memory are the sequences for the killer genes.

How does that help us?

We send this to CDC, they can follow the blueprint backwards

to reverse-engineer what Richter did in two hours.

They can save the people he infected.

They can make an antidote.

- Before I send this-- - I'm positive.

Great work.

[SYLVESTER CH UCKLES]

Considering we just saved four kids, maybe we earned a celebratory toast.

- Sylvester? - You really think I'm gonna drink

something out of a bio-lab's fridge?

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

PAIGE: Nice. - Whoo-hoo!

Whoa. Yeah, don't celebrate just yet.

There's another sequence here.

It's a fifth target.

Fifth target? That spam creep said he only sent four e-mail viruses.

Well, maybe this guy didn't get an e-mail because he's special to Richter.

Special how?

The sequence also appears in a file in Richter's laptop referring to...

It's the governor.

The last one is Governor Lane, but the sequence is different from the others.

The sequence targets a potassium channel in the heart,

killing the person instantly.

[WALTER SIGHS]

He's not at his house. His wife said he ditched security, went out the back.

They don't know where he went.

Only thing that can keep a man away from his dying child

is if he thinks he can make her better.

Richter called him.

Promised him an antidote if the governor would meet with him

and just hear him out.

He's not gonna give him an antidote. He's gonna give him the virus.

It's not just gonna make him suffer.

It's gonna stop the governor’s heart within seconds.

I put an alarm on the governor's family car.

Why the hell isn't he answering his cell phone?

It's not on. Even if it were, he wouldn't answer it.

Checking GPS. We'll track him soon.

- Toby, what about Richter? - I'm getting a bead on his phone too.

I got Richter's cell records. Last call was to Governor Lane 15 minutes ago.

I warned him about irrational behavior.

I told him not to do anything stupid.

Got him, got the governor. He's at Marina Beach Plaza.

Really? Then we got a problem, because so is Richter.

[CHATTERING]

WALTER: Spread out. We need to find the governor.

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

I got nothing up here.

Ditto that in the...rotunda.

PAIGE [OVER RADIO]: Lower level's clear.

Let me think about how this would go down.

He sees the police and knows it's gotta happen fast but private.

- Toby, anything? - He wouldn't wait in the open.

Not with all the police.

Someplace in here, but Someplace quiet. Side hallways, maybe.

Found Richter.

WALTER [OVER RADIO]: We're on our way.

- He's moving towards the target. - I got eyes on him.

If he even gets close, Governor Lane is dead.

Homeland Security, don't move!

[SPRAY HISSES]

He expelled the virus.

- Should be aerosolised in-- SYLVESTER: Ten seconds.

Based on where the governor's standing,

the interior wind patterns and scatter grams.

Now you have seven seconds.

- What are you doing? - Making it rain.

- What? - It'll take down the virus too.

Two seconds, Walter.

[ALARM RINGS]

[PEOPLE YELLING AND CHATTERING]

- How do we know this worked? - Well, if it didn't, he'd be dead by now.

- He said he had an antidote. - No, sir.

We already sent the antidote for your daughter. He was trying to kill you.

LANE: Agent Gallo, she's gonna be fine.

GALLO: So glad to hear it, governor.

I'll tell my team.

The antidote the CDC synthesized is working.

Helena's fever broke.

We're getting reports of the same from the other victims.

[INTERCOM RINGING]

RICHTER [OVER SPEAKER]: You think I care?

Getting caught, dying in prison?

I died when my daughter did.

I just didn't feel that I should be the only one to feel the pain I experienced.

GALLO: You're not.

I know what it feels like to sit at your child's bedside.

Watching each breath they take, praying it won't be their last.

To hold your daughter's hand.

Trying to memorize what it feels like

so you won't forget.

Your daughter, too Scared to close her eyes,

even when she's so tired,

because she's worried she won't be able to open them again.

Some things you just can't fix.

You gotta live with them.

You don't take innocent lives.

We shouldn't be listening to this.

That man deserved to die. They all deserved to feel my pain.

No, they didn't.

No one deserves it.

PAIGE: Hey, I'm going to get Ralph. I got him a new telescope,

and I thought we might set it up on the roof and grill. Wanna join us?

- Uh, maybe later, but thanks. - Okay.

Isn't that called trying to un-ring a bell?

[WALTER CHUCKLES]

Sometimes it's okay to admit you don't have all the answers.

You know about my sister, don't you? She's still sick.

It's not really my business. I was just trying to help you today.

For me, my mind,

every problem has a solution.

There must be a solution for her.

Hey.

I should never have yelled at you earlier.

You're the bravest person I've ever met.

That girl would have died today without you.

Without us.

GALLO: Federal transpo just came around back and picked up Richter.

I'm on my way out.

PAIGE: Ralph and I are gonna barbecue some burgers up on the roof.

It would really help if you could keep an eye on him while I work the grill.

[KIDS CHATTERING]

SYLVESTER: Excuse me. WOMAN: Can I help you?

Yes, this is for the kids.

But nothing for the Biology Department.

Or a lab of any kind. Something fun?

And safe.

[PEOPLE LAUGHING AND CHATTERING]

TOBY [ON RECORDING]: Hi, this is Dr. Tobias M. Curtis.

Please leave a message.

WOMAN [ON VOICEMAIL]: Hi, Toby, it's me.

I'm really glad things are going well for you,

but I don't care about the money you owe.

I moved on. Please do the same.

Don't call again. Bye.

All in.

- You didn't even see your cards yet. - I don't have to.

I see you.

[CHUCKLES]

MEGAN: Hi, Walter. Mm.

Your sister is the best patient we have. Never quits.

[MEGAN CHUCKLES]

I got my first paycheck.

Well, I hope you're gonna do something fun. You deserve it.

Yeah, I'm gonna do something for you.

Hey.

MS is my fight, not yours.

I'm not gonna let you die, Megan.

I'm going to fix you.

Cabe, another medium well?

Another? The last one was raw.

- Hi, Walter. WALTER: Ralph.

There, I think I'm done. Ralph, come check this out.

See all the stars? There's millions of them up there.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

You got a notepad?

Thank you.

You know, having a family can be a hard thing.

Makes you vulnerable.

I know.

[PAIGE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Can be a good thing too.

I know.

- Heh. Hey. - Hey.

[CHUCKLES]

Hey, Ralph? "If you look at the curvature of the moon's surface,

Orion's belt makes a perfect horizontal tangent line."

- Isn't that cool? RALPH: It is cool.

Thank you.

No problem.