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WALTER:
Previously on Scorpion...

We need to bail ourselves out of
a half million-dollar debt.

You put Scorpion up
as collateral?

The garage? Everything?

It was either that
or leave you in prison.

SYLVESTER: I know you--
you're the...

reporter from
the West Altadenia Shopper.

Patty Logan--
here to get your autograph

on this internship release form.

Hey, Patty.

Yep.

Really don't like
this development.

I want to be your attorney.

You want to what?
I care about Cabe,

and I will scour
every lawbook

and memorize every archaic
regulation to protect him.

I can do this.

I'm nervous
to be alone with you.

What could you
possibly be nervous about?

My biggest fear is

being in a restaurant droning
on about genius things

and then looking up at your
face and then seeing boredom.

♪ Are you all alone? ♪

(tapping out of rhythm)

♪ Yeah... ♪

♪ And it's all fine... ♪

Isn't her voice beautiful?

♪ Oh... ♪

It's lovely, right?

♪ And I'm okay ♪

♪ Yeah... ♪

Hey. What...?

You're listening to a lecture

while my friend is playing?

♪ Oh... ♪

I think anything but “yes”
would be indefensible.

You can't just drop
the science for an hour

and enjoy the music?

We're going to see
Dr. Smirl speak next week.

I just, I want to be prepared.

Thank you.

That was my latest.

It's called “Sound in Space.”

You were amazing.
You sounded beautiful.

I love the new music.

And I love you for coming.

An interesting point of fact

about your last song.

Space is a vacuum,

so there's no sound

in space.

Yes, I did know that.

Oh. And you still
chose that title?

Why don't you go get the car?

Okay.

Oh. Pleasure meeting you, Amy.

So, he's... different.

Little bit.

♪ Mr. Wolfman,
go tell Frankenstein... ♪

Ol' Frankie, break him down.

Only child, terrified of fire,
socially inept.

I'd say he'd make a poor juror
for Cabe's trial.

By those criteria, so would you.

I need concrete basis
for dismissal.

Authorities did chase him
with pitchforks,

so he wouldn't like
law enforcement.

Uh, not a fan of Cabe.

Juror dismissed.

You know, this
song is weird.

Why does the monster in love

ask Mr. Wolfmen to tell
Frankenstein that she likes him?

Why not just tell him herself?

It's not Mr. Wolfmen.

He's a wolfman, you idiot.

It's a Halloween song.

Pretty sure it's Wolfmen.

Yes, that's right.
It's Chuck Wolfmen.

He has a small insurance office
in town

and him and his wife
are on the school board.

He's a wolfman, putz.

Okay, children, I am
going to restart the song

and I'll settle this.

♪ Mr. Wolfman,
go tell Frankenstein... ♪

Oh, wow.
I think she said “Wolfmen.”

Ha.

What does she know? Let's
get back to jury selection.

You guys prepping already
for jury selection?

Long way to go before the jury
is empaneled.

Pretrial discovery,
potential plea negotiations...

And selection is the one place
I can help Sly hone his skills.

Since it's Halloween,
we figured we'd start with some

familiar faces.

Like this handsome bloodsucker.

What the Hades?!

Ralph, no one wants
to die by pumpkin.

I'm sorry.
Accidental launch.

It's for my science club's party
pumpkin chucking contest.

You know what,

time to take off
the training wheels.

Let's practice
with some actual humans.

Turning the critter
into a cyborg?

It's wearable tech.

Transforms kinetic energy

from body movement
into electrical energy.

Hoping to scale it down
to weave into clothing.

Could generate millions
of kilowatt-hours,

potentially 25% of the energy
people use all year.

You could save the planet.

And be lucrative. Dig Scorpion
out of its financial hole.

Well, is there anything
I can do to help

since I'm the one
that dug the hole?

You're gonna beat this rap,
Cabe,

and then we'll get
our bail money back.

Until then, the only help I need

is from my man,
Ferret B.

It's a little cramped in there.

I'm gonna see if I can get him
a roomier habitat

so the little fella
can stretch his legs.

He's got pretty short legs.

Happy, do you mind if I ask
you a few voir dire questions?

Hoof it, goober.

Now, what did you learn?

Happy is mean.

Can't argue with that.

PAIGE:
Guys, huddle up.

Team, this is Dave Blakely.

I'll let him
explain the job,

whenever Walter sees fit
to join us.

WALTER:
Coming. Proceed.

Okay. Uh, hello, everybody.

I'll be brief.

Right now we have
an opportunity

to prove something
more important

than the proof of dark matter,
faster-than-light travel,

even gene therapy.

Fascinating.

Now, I need your team

to help me prove or disprove

the existence of ghosts.

They don't exist. Disproven.
I will send you our bill.

PAIGE:
Walter.

We need the money.
BLAKELY: And it's good money.

I'm backed by a deep-pocketed
production company.

Production? It's
gonna be filmed?

BLAKELY: Yeah, uh, for the
pilot of a new show called...

you ready?
Ghost Grabbers.

Oh, please.

Well, shooting will
not be obtrusive, okay?

I mean, it's one
camera operated by me

and I'll do all the
B-roll stuff later.

Really, what I need
from your team right now

is to interpret things
like digital thermometers,

infrared cameras, highly
sensitive audio equipment

and maybe some
carbon monoxide detectors.

In case the ghosts
leave their engines running?

No, for when the paranormal
activity begins.

So, never?

Okay, I wouldn't be
too sure about that.

See, we have permission
to shoot on the Queen Mary.

Now, the Queen Mary

is one of the most haunted
places in the world,

and over the last three days,

there's been a spike
in paranormal incidents. Okay?

Numerous employees and visitors

have reported feeling
a ghostly presence.

Or reporting
seeing something

you know...
(blows air)

...kind of dart
in the corner of their eye.

It's their sanity departing.

Walter.

No, no, your skepticism

is exactly what I need, okay?

Scientists will
set this show apart.

I want real proof.

Although I should admit that...
(clears throat)

...I am a believer.

You know, there is some
scientific evidence

that leans towards
the existence

of the paranormal.

In 1901, Dr. Duncan
MacDougall

weighed his patients

directly after death
and discovered them

to be 21 grams lighter
than just before they died.

He theorized that
the missing weight

belonged to the human soul.

That study was debunked and
MacDougall's sample was deemed

too small to be
taken as fact.

Also, it was 1901.

We've got the
equipment, Walt.

It's just setting up
and watching monitors.

I don't know about my face
being plastered on TV

pitching hokum.

Exactly what are
the numbers here?

$20,000 for one night.

Okay, well,

looks like we're grabbing
some ghosts.

(horn blows)

Okay. That ought to do it.

Happy?

The angle is good.

WALTER:
Yes, the perfect angle

to catch all apparitions.

Shall we start holding
our breath now?

(exhales)

Breathing exercises?
Calms me.

WALTER: But what is truly
calming is having one's feet up,

fish snack in hand, and enjoying
a quiet moment in the garage.

While your team gets
their hands dirty. Very noble.

Paige, I was clear.

I can't defend my position
as top five

of the world's smartest men

while running around
on TV like Scooby Poo.

Scooby who?

WALTER:
The animated Great Dane

with the speech impediment.

Scooby Doo.

Maybe you could watch an episode
while we work

'cause God forbid you do
anything you don't want to do.

Ruh-roh.

Yup.

Now, make sure to place
multiple sensors

in the hall and engine rooms.

Uh, those have both been
real hot spots lately.

Hot spots for what exactly?

Oh, well, for, uh, Captain
Davenport who died of a stroke,

a first mate who mistook bleach
for rum, and, of course,

Herbie the Halfman.

I saw Herbie Hancock in Tulsa
once.

BLAKELY: Yeah, I'm talking
about Herbert Sternwig.

In 1937, he was betting his crew
how many times

he can cross the threshold
of a hydraulic door

after he hit the close switch.

Well, he slipped
and the door cut him in half

and now he's been roaming
these halls ever since,

(whispering): looking
for his missing lower body.

Okay.

CABE:
Come on, Sly.

Thought you believed
in the soul, not the undead.

I believe
in the scientific possibility

of otherworldly elements.

Happy, how many things
can you name that might

cause one to see an apparition?

HAPPY:
Infrasound,

mold,
electromagnetic fields...

There are psychological
reasons for sightings.

Group suggestibility,

the desire to reconnect
with the deceased...

Granted, but a recent quantum
theory of consciousness

posited that
information exists

in microtubules that exit
the body after they die,

and may be able to exist

without the body indefinitely.

This quantum information could
explain what we call ghosts.

WALTER:
The CERN collider in Geneva

picks up the most
minute bursts of energy

and it has never detected
paranormal energy.

There are no ghosts.

You know, I wouldn't
be too sure, Walter.

My grandfather,
he lived with me

until he died
when I was seven.

We were very close.

His spirit would visit me all
the time as I was growing up.

He looked over me.

It's real and
it's incredibly comforting.

That's actually a very sweet
reason for doing this nonsense.

I can't take you guys anywhere.

Dave, really beautiful story.

What am I looking at?

It's Half-baked Harry.

Herbie the Halfman, but, yes,

we have just seen
our first spirit.

Camera trick.
BLAKELY: No, it's not.

There's no effect in the camera
that could produce a half man.

He's gone!
HAPPY: Whoa.

I just got a chill.

Yeah, my skin's crawling.

What the hell's going on?
I feel it, too.

I feel it, too, guys.
This is exactly what everybody's

been reporting on
the last few days.

No joke, Walt--
I'm feeling that, too.

Yeah, because
you're all succumbing

to the same group hysteria

that you mentioned before,

which is really beneath

the genius contingent
in that room.

It's fine if it's Blakely.

Or Cabe.

Or Paige.

Gee, thanks, Walter.

BLAKELY:
Okay, this sighting may

defy science.

Thoughts?

Well, how about,
“It doesn't”? At all.

The magnetometer readings

are just starting to come in
and it's showing

the entire ship bathed
in an electromagnetic field.

An EMF? From what?

I don't know, but an EMF
can disrupt the electronics.

Like these lights.

And cause skin irritations
and temperature change.

That's why we were all
feeling those chills. Also,

a strong electromagnetic field--
that can cause

mild hallucinations.
It affects

the visual and auditory cortex.

It's kind of what I figured
all along.

Is that why you grabbed my hand?

Like you weren't a little
freaked out, too?

I have
a theory.

What if this EMF
is actually residual energy

from Herbie the Halfman

trying to manifest himself
in our physical plane?

You know what, let's put
this idiocy to bed.

Use the portable EMF readers

to track the source
of the signal.

BLAKELY: Yes, let's do that.

Let's start this inquest
in the most haunted

part of the ship, huh?
The ticket bureau

and the queen's salon.

Yeah, “the most

haunted parts.”
It's a good strategy.

(giggles)
Nonsense.

(phone dings)

♪ ♪

(detector beeping steadily)

(ship creaking)

I'm not buying this ghost angle,
but this is spooky.

Not that I'm scared.
I'm not, I'm not scared.

Hey...

what do you say
we rig a little watering hole

for ol' Ferret Bueller?

Might be nice
to give the little guy

some sense of the outdoors.

It's an idea.

I lived with Cabe for weeks.

He used a cereal bowl to shave.

But the ferret gets
creature comforts.

It's interesting.

There have been so many
sightings in this room.

Yeah, some people think
that this a vortex

that connects our
world to the next.

(phone ringing)
(gasps) Could you silence that thing?

I'm a little on edge.

(phone beeps)

Walter?

Do you have a moment

for a private conversation?

(grunts)
Hey.

PAIGE:
Uh...

Okay. What's up?

I know why you're angry.

I-I upset you last night
by listening to a lecture

when your friend was playing.

That was wrong.

It felt disrespectful to me.

To her.

Yes. And physiologically, that
caused your adrenaline to spike.

And you're angry now because
adrenaline takes much longer

to drain from women than men.

Uh, okay. Well, I am certainly
spiking right now.

SYLVESTER:
Oh...

Guys, I am getting a
very strong EMF reading.

What does this mean?

WALTER:
Keep moving forward.

You're getting closer
to the source.

Why should I move forward?

Why can't Paige move forward?

Right behind you, you big baby.

(detector beeping steadily)

(beeping rapidly)

PAIGE:
We must be right on top of it.

Or right under it.

Look.

Blood is coming
from the ceiling!

Please.

BLAKELY: No, I can confirm
that something red

is dripping from the ceiling.
SYLVESTER: It's blood.

Blood of a man who was sheared
in half 90 years ago!

Sly, if that's blood,
we're not equipped for this.

We should call someone.

I need to call someone.

Who? Who you gonna call?

Dope. Who do you think
I'm gonna call?

Rhymes with “Toastcrusters.”

He fell right into that.

Ow!

Any thoughts on what
we're seeing right now?

WALTER:
Yes. I see the EMF's origin

is on the ship's surveillance.

It's right above you.
I'm calling the ship's

operations department.

Move out.

That doesn't look like
a ghost vortex to me.

I don't even think you can
get cable on that thing.

Pretty hefty antenna.

That doesn't explain the blood.

(horn blowing in distance)

Rust. Exact same color
as the “blood”

on your shirt.

JUSTIN:
Yeah.

There's a cracked water pipe
dripping on the smokestack.

It's been leaking through
the ceiling since this morning.

I'm Justin Fullman.
Ship operations.

You're Herbie the Halfman.

I'm assuming you work near
a surveillance camera,

behind a desk?

Yeah. Why?

Ghost on the monitor
was a double exposure

caused by the EMF.

It merged with
the camera feed

of the state room
with the security feed

from where Fullman was
working behind the desk.

That's why it looked
like he didn't have legs.

How long's that antenna
been up there?

Three days.

Right when the sightings spiked.
I told you.

EMF-induced hallucinations.

Now, wait, wait.
I don't think that this antenna

has the amperage
to do all that.

PAIGE:
Yeah, I'm sorry.

I know you wanted
to believe in those visits

from your grandfather.

No, it's okay.

I wanted it proved
or disproved, so...

Scorpion did its job.

WALTER: Just find out
who set up the antenna,

and then remove it immediately.

Then we can end this charade.

FollowShip's been the leader in
autonomous shipping for years.

We installed that antenna.

WALTER: “Using technology
similar to self-driving cars

“to deliver millions of gallons

of liquid natural gas
without a crew.”

That means they make
ghost ships, Sly.

Our vessels navigate

preprogrammed routes,
and they avoid obstacles

thanks to onboard sensors.

Then, within 100 miles,

an antenna
in the destination port

beams directional instructions

to guide them
safely into harbor.

When you leased the antenna
space from the Queen Mary,

did you take into account
its copper degaussing coil?

Uh, no.

Or the copper bed frames
in most of the rooms?

That could cause
interference with the antenna.

And create a very strong EMF.

Copper's a great
conductor.

We really haven't seen
any problems.

Other than three days' worth
of people hallucinating?

Now, have any
of your autonomous ships

utilized the Queen Mary
antenna yet?

Um...
(typing)

The first one passed the
100-mile mark 30 minutes ago.

(typing)

(computer beeping)

Oh, no.

“Oh, no”? Oh, boy.

We've got a ship
that should've turned

toward Long Beach an hour ago.

But it's heading toward Malibu.

You must have a manual override.

Yes.

Um...
(typing)

(computer beeping)

Oh, no.

That's two “Oh, noes.”
What's going on?

WALTER: The electrical
interference scrambled

your ship's electronics,
didn't it?

No, uh, Th-this has nothing
to do with electronics, okay?

This is an unmanned ghost
ship heading to shore.

Coming to take revenge for us

mocking the spirits
of the Queen Mary.

Oh, will you stop
with that nonsense?

Sydney, the speed and location
of the ship, please?

56 nautical miles
northwest of L.A.,

15 knots.

I'm filming this.

In 40 minutes, that ship
is going to run aground

on the Malibu coast.

How much cargo is it carrying?

SYDNEY: 20 million gallons
of toxic and explosive

liquid natural gas.

CABE: Spill that
size would make

the Exxon Valdez
look like a drop of olive oil.

(boat horn blowing)

♪ Scorpion 4x06 ♪
Queen Scary
Original Air Date on October 30, 2017

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

I have a visual on the tanker.
I'm into FollowShip's

operating system.

Now, I've done everything
I can think of

to take control of the
ship using the remote override.

There's no way to communicate
with this vessel.

CABE:
All right.

We commandeer a chopper
from the local PD,

land on the ship,
and shut it down.

SYDNEY:
That's impossible.

The control center
is sealed behind

five-inch steel doors.

Anti-piracy measure.

That's three hours of cutting
with a plasma saw.

That's too long.
PAIGE: Then let's yank down

the antenna and move it away
from the copper on the ship.

No, it'll take hours
to recalibrate that antenna.

By then, every grommet at
Surfrider will be hip deep

in Texas tea.

WALTER:
Don't touch the antenna.

If the problem
is the interference

from the Queen Mary's antenna,

then we don't move it,
we boost it.

BLAKELY: I'm sorry.
H-How does increasing

the source of the problem
fix anything?

If we boost
the antenna's signal,

it will cut through
the copper's interference.

Uh, it's like, uh, turning up

a flashlight's brightness
in a fog.

In order to cut through
an EMF that strong,

we need to boost
the antenna's signal by ten.

But where do we get the source
for that much juice

in less than 40 minutes?

Wait. We're standing
on a source.

The engines.

The Queen Mary was one
of the fastest ships

to make the
Atlantic crossing.

She's right. The lower deck

basically houses
a steam power plant.

That hasn't operated
in 50 years.

You think you can
get it running again?

Cabe.

Look who you're talking to.

I can't get it running.

Come on. You were
cocky a minute ago.

That's before I saw
the boiler up close,

and it's ancient history.

Plus, all that's left in there
is a heavy fuel oil,

deep at the bottom of the tank.

Probably nothing but sludge.

Tanker's eight miles
from spilling off the coast.

Are you saying there's no way
to get that engine started?

Well, if the burner lights,
it'll heat the boiler.

That will run
the turbochargers,

then we might have juice.

Lots of variables,
low odds.

L.A. Coast Guard is
on maneuvers in San Diego.

It sent a ship big enough
to intercept the tanker,

but it won't be there
for an hour.

(pressurized hissing)

I'm hearing a hiss
from the gas pipes,

and smelling fuel.

I can't tell
if the concentration's

high enough to ignite--
fingers crossed.

CABE:
Come on.

Guys, I don't know if, uh...

(whooshing)

Whoa.

We got fire!

Blakely, can you
get out of my way?

There's no ghosts here.
You can't prove that.

Let's just these cords connected
and down to Happy.

You sure these extension cords

can carry enough juice?

Heads up, Cabe.

I'm not worried about
the modern extension cords,

it's this outdated flame-broiler
that has me concerned.

But here goes nothing.

(power surging)

We got juice!

Enough to power a small town.

I just have no idea
for how long.

We are literally
running on fumes.

Yeah, it's working-- the
antenna's broadcasting

at over 150 kilovolts.

It's cutting through the EMF.

Have you made contact
with the ship?

Yes. I'm into the ship's
navigation system.

Entering coordinates
for the Port of Long Beach.

Directing the tanker
away from Malibu.

SYDNEY:
It's turning.

Oh, thank God.

(electricity crackling)

Uh, Happy?

So, sparks are flying
from the antenna.

Oh, man, the spirits
are pissed now.

It's a power surge.
It'll cut half the flow.

But if that doesn't do it,
we're kind of screwed.

The antenna's down.

Executing the ship's
emergency cutoff.

It's not responding.

Power surge blew out
communications,

and we're not gonna be able
to guide it into port.

Uh, what's its new
present course?

Southeast by...

Oh, no.

I'm getting real sick
of you saying that, lady.

It's on a collision course

with Vinoly Oil Refinery.

So instead of just
spilling the gas,

it's going to spill
and explode.

SYLVESTER:
Ecological disaster,

poison fumes in the air,
the entire Port of Long Beach

engulfed in flame.

CABE:
It's more than just a port.

Long Beach is also home to half
of California's refineries.

It's built on hundreds
of miles of pipelines.

TOBY: When that tanker hits
the refinery,

it's gonna set off a series
of underground explosions

that'll reach as far as Anaheim.

Be thousands of casualties.

(beeping)
Uh...

so sorry to ask this,

but could you do that
one more time?

I had to change
my memory card.

Okay, we've got
an out-of-control tanker

carrying 20 million gallons
of natural gas,

and in 25 minutes it's gonna
collide with the refinery.

The resulting explosion
will turn Long Beach

into Very Short Beach.

You know, for the record,
I liked it better

when we were busting ghosts.

Yeah, well, trust
me, you still are.

What about the navy?

There's vessels
in the Gulf of Mexico

participating in war games.

They've been dispatched,

but they won't make it
back in time.

I don't want to be that person,

but I think you need to start
evacuating people.

I already told you
the web of pipelines

go inland for dozens
of miles.

There's no outrunning
the explosion.

Our only solution is
to stop the tanker.

SYLVESTER:
That makes sense

in theory,
but we need to strike it

with something with great force.

So we need something
very heavy

and very fast.
There's not a vessel

in that port that can reach
that kind of acceleration.

Wait, wait,
what about the pipeline?

It's pressurized to move
dense fuel at high speeds.

Couldn't we use it
to launch something

very heavy and very fast?

Why do you guys always
look so surprised

when I know something?

HAPPY:
She's right.

We can basically
turn the pipeline

into Ralph's pumpkin chucker,

and slam the section
of the ship

that doesn't carry
any cargo.

WALTER:
Well, that would work,

especially if the ship's course

will take it over the pipeline's
ocean-side opening.

Now, we're gonna need
three things to pull it off.

Gumption, spunk, and a little
thing I like to call moxie.

Shut up.

First, we have to reverse
the flow of the pipeline.

Currently, it's set
to bring crude

from ships to the refinery--
we need to flip that.

We'll also need to create
a projectile

heavy enough to travel
through the refinery pipeline

and pierce the opening
where the ships hook into it.

I'll get a metal barrel
from the engine room.

I'll contact the refinery.

WALTER:
Sly, calculate

the precise moment
to launch the projectile

so it hits the tanker
in a spot that will sink it,

but not puncture its tanks
and set off an explosion.

Aye, aye.

(tires screeching)

You with Scorpion?

Yeah.

Head office filled us
in-- right this way.

(tires screeching)

WALTER:
Hey!

I'm here to help.

Better late than never.
Come on.

So how do we turn this barrel
into a boat buster?

We need to increase
its mass.

CABE:
Sandbags.

What the hell did that
thing ever do to you?

It needs to be conical to work.

You think you can do that
to Ferret Bueller's new cage?

Maybe put a mesh window in there

so he doesn't have to look
through the bars all day?

Pipeline hasn't had
a delivery in a day,

so it's empty from here
to the ocean.

Excellent. Shutting
the safety valve now.

(buzzer blaring)
I'll go turn the water on.

Run this down for me
one more time.

I shut off the safety valve
to build up the pressure

in the pipeline from
here to the ocean.

Now, filling it with water...

(water rushing)

...turns the pipe
into a hydraulic cannon

that can launch the metal drum

Happy and Cabe
are preparing.

And that great
idea was Paige's.

I'll monitor the hose's
water pressure.

How do you know about
pipeline physics, anyway?

Flow dynamics.

Dr. Smirl's lecture.

Yeah, the one
you were listening to

at my friend's show.

Oh, well, that lecture
is dense material.

It's like listening to Chinese,

but you want
to go see him speak,

so I'm trying
to understand some of it.

That's very...
considerate of you.

Well, that's what people
in relationships do.

They try to take interest
in one another's hobbies,

even it it takes
a little bit of effort.

(wheels squeaking)

CABE (grunts):
One barrel,

set for blastoff.

Okay, Toby, we're
good to go here.

TOBY: Good, 'cause we're
running low on time.

The ghost ship is 30 minutes
from barbecuing Long Beach.

Okay. Sly?

Sydney gave me wind speed,
port depth and acceleration.

Still hasn't passed
the horizon yet,

so I'm going to plug all of that
into my calculations.

Do you mind?
I'm working.

Yeah, so am I.

Hey, man, I thought
you were on my side.

No, I said that there was
a slight scientific possibility

of a netherworld
or something like it.

We've explained
everything else away.

Okay, look, I know you think

ghosts are real, or
believing in ghosts

helps you, but you're
getting in my way

of saving lives.

Actual living people.

Done.

Okay, you guys need to launch
the barrel on my count.

Five...

four...
Barrel's in.

three...

two...

one...
No, stop.

Huh? No?
Don't fire the barrel?

SYLVESTER:
Uh, no. I mean, yes!

Launch the barrel now.

Now!

Okay, looks like the tanker
got rocked a bit.

Come on, Sly, tell us
what we want to hear.

Well, the barrel was
launched late,

thanks to someone's
reflector.

But I saw the tanker
list heavily.

Impact might have been enough

to open up a non-cargo
section of the ship.

Could be filling
with water as we speak.

TOBY:
No, it's not.

Must have hit it too far back
in the stern.

That ship is still
heading for Long Beach,

and it is gonna collide
with the refinery

in less than half an hour.

That boat is still headed in.
It's strong and steady.

This is bad.

SYDNEY: Maybe not as strong
as you think.

My readings show that the impact
caused an electric surge

that shorted the locks
on the security doors.

That means its shields are down!

Did you guys hear that?

If we can get on the ship,

we can hardwire
into its system

and then execute
its emergency cutoff.

All right, headed
to the marina now.

But we're gonna need a hell
of a ride when we get there.

Sly, you heard the man.
G-Get a fast boat, fast.

Okay, who out here is gonna
let me borrow their boat?

TOBY (over comm): Use your
jury-selection training.

Trust your instincts.

Okay, profiling.
Profiling.

No, woman will protect her child

and be suspicious
when I approach.

A jogger's just out here
getting his exercise.

Most likely doesn't own
a boat in the marina.

Sly, speed round!

Oh, I think I found our ticket.

Male, early 40s, red shorts,
gray socks, ponytail.

That is all inconsequential.

And a Super Fun Guy backpack!

The dork's your guy.

There she is.

Guys, tanker's still
at 15 knots.

Cabe, boarding is
gonna be safest

if you can match its speed
as close as possible.

How close are they?

They're coming around
portside as we speak.

Get ready, son!

Coming up on 15 knots!

Okay, based on my weight

and approximate distance
to the ship,

I should jump at exactly...
No time for math!

(screams)

He made it! He's on the tanker!

CABE:
Heading back now!

Oh, this may be an issue.

The cabin door's moving so fast
it's become a guillotine.

Sounds like that electric surge
didn't just unlock the cabin,

it shorted out the door.

Mm, what if it's Herbie the
Halfman possessing the ship?

Oh, shut it.

Walt, either way,
you got to get through that door

if we're gonna stop that tanker.

Can you see a pattern
to the door?

It's opening and closing
incredibly fast.

That's the pattern.

Shh. Everyone,
quiet for a second.

(door thudding over comm)

Walt, it's moving at 3/4 time.

One upbeat, two down.
If you go on the upbeat,

you'll get past the door.

I can't hear the pattern.

Well, just pretend it's music.
There's math in music.

Just close your eyes and listen.

(door continues thudding)

I can hear it.

Now, just wait for the upbeat.

Now!

Did you make it?

Barely.

Now I'm Walter the Halfshirt.

(computer beeps)

Okay, Toby,
you are hardwired in.

Hang on tight.

I'm executing
the emergency stop...

now.

(sonar pinging)

It's not slowing down.

Yeah, so that should've worked.

Oh, the electric surge

must've fried the ship's
internal controls.

TOBY: The only thing
I can bring on line now

is the ship's sonar,

and even that's not
registering solid objects,

just a narrow band
of frequencies.

So she's swimming blind?

We can use that.

I-It's like when I closed
my eyes to get past the door.

I couldn't see the pattern,
but I could hear it.

We can solve
this problem with music, also.

Not the time for a music
appreciation course, Walt.

Just hear me out.
When musicians record songs,

they're essentially plugging
holes in the sonic spectrum.

So if we use the industrial
speakers on the deck

to blast a song at the tanker

at a high
enough volume,

we should be able to create
a sonic wall large enough

to trick the sonar into thinking
it's approaching an actual wall.

At which point the ship
should stop itself,

and that'll prevent it
from running into the refinery

and save us all from
a deadly case of heat stroke.

I got music on my phone.

If this plan is gonna work,
we're gonna have to position

all the speakers
on this old boat toward the sea.

So don't go home. And you
call me when you get this.

Sorry. Know I wasn't
supposed to tell anyone.

But I just left my mom
a message.

She lives right near
the refinery.

You want to save lives?
Get music blasting

on every speaker on the deck.

Plugging it into
the emergency broadcast system.

Guys, cutting it close!

(”Monster in Love”
begins playing)

♪ Mr. Wolfman,
go tell Frankenstein ♪

♪ What? ♪
♪ That I wish... ♪

Damn it,
if she doesn't say “Wolfmen.”

The sonar's picking up
the frequencies of the song.

♪ 'Cause the doctor
gave you... ♪

It's working.

The ship's engines
shutting down.

♪ It's so hard... ♪

(sonar pinging)

TOBY: Guys, it's getting closer
to the refinery.

(creaking)

(shouts)
We did it!

Oh, thank God.

Uh, Sydney, I believe you had
the '87 Tanker.

Do you have
your valet ticket, please?

(laughs)

(song continues playing)

Guys.

Me chasing ghosts
almost got people killed.

And I'm so sorry.

Truth is,
at the end of it all,

it was science
that saved the day.

It always does.

SYLVESTER:
If we're being honest,

if you hadn't have
brought us here today,

we wouldn't have been around
to stop that ship.

Your grandfather
would've been proud.

(Ghost Grabbers music playing)

NARRATOR (over television):
We will board the Queen Mary

with Scorpion,
a team of geniuses

in search of spirits,
poltergeists and ghosts.

Like the infamous
Herbie the Halfman.

WOMAN: There was clearly
a haunting here.

That's not my voice.

Blood. Blood of a man

who was sheared in half
90 years ago!

Well, I said that under duress.

Ghosts are real.

Believing in them helps you.

Out of context.

Oh. I just got a chill.

No joke, Walt.
I'm feeling that, too.

NARRATOR: Brilliant skeptics
brought to the brink of terror.

on the first episode
of Ghost Grabbers.

We gave a sound scientific
explanation for all of that.

What a shock. A Hollywood
producer's a dirtbag.

RALPH:
Ahem?

What are you?

I'm the early bird.

If I want to stay true
to my costume,

we really need to leave

for the science club's
Halloween party right now.

Geez. You sound like Patty.

Hold on, Sly. You can't
go to a Halloween party

without a costume.

Way ahead of you.

Since I am a lawyer now,

I'm going as
the Devil's advocate.

Hop to, early bird.
(clapping)

TOBY: You get why
he's, uh, dressed

as the early
bird, right?

Because Patty Logan
is gonna be at that party,

and there is nothing
that that girl likes more

than being punctual.

She's never had a tardy.

You think my son is making
a psychological play for Patty

by appealing
to her subconscious?

He is a genius.

What are you going as?

HAPPY:
I'm a...

sad sack.

For once, I've got a costume

that won't raise
the perv's hackles.

Keep trying.

Really?

And what are you going as, Toby?

Oh, um...

Ceiling fan.

(laughs)
(horn honking in distance)

It's Ralph. Very impatient.

375 IQ points between them

and I still need to drive
those doofuses?

I will drive them.
You can catch up.

I want you to talk to Cabe,
about what we discussed.

On it.

(sighs)

(Ferret Bueller squeaking)

How's the Habitat
for Furmanity?

Well, he seems happy.

But I still think we can
brighten it up a little bit.

You know, in three years, you
haven't so much as acknowledged

that polecat,
and now you're his decorator.

Little interesting.

It's clear you're going
through something, Cabe.

Something that doesn't
make you comfortable

with things
being caged up.

Just a flyer
here, but...

that might have something to do
with your criminal charges.

(Ferret Bueller chittering)

It's not gonna make you weak
to talk about it.

Hard pass.

I know you don't like
discussing your feelings,

but I always thought you
respected me,

what I dedicated my life to.

Being a smartass?

I'm just asking
for five minutes.

(chime jingling)

Five minutes.

That's it.

(horn honking in distance)

Ladies' choice.

Uh-huh. The roll.

Yes. Good choice.

I will be the rock,
and together, we will be...

Walter, I-I get it.

We should go.

So, you read, uh, Flow Dynamics.

Taking an interest
in one of my hobbies,

so I took an interest
in one of yours.

I downloaded
your friend's album.

We can listen to it
on the way to the party.

Well, that's nice,
but I don't...

I don't want to force you
to do that.

You're not forcing anyone, no.

Although I will need help
understanding it,

as there's no sound in space.

It's a metaphor,

describing the trouble
she has expressing herself

for someone she loves.

Music is...

how she conveys her feelings.

So you like it

when people communicate
their emotions through music?

It's like the
electromagnetic field today.

We couldn't see it,
but it affected us.

I don't know, there's something
kind of special about a power

that you can't see
but you can feel.

Music's like that.

It can be an
unadulterated

expression of truth.

And that's why I wish you'd
just given it a chance, Walter.

Okay. We have to go
pick up the pizza

for the party.

You know, uh,
I'll meet you in the car.

I just need to
send an e-mail.

Okay.

Okay.

(door closes)

(typing)

(door opens and closes)

TOBY:
All right.

Step into my office.

(door creaks)

The trailer.

Would have expected more
from a Harvard man.

You sit down and get relaxed,

and we'll talk.

Here comes the New Age
mumbo jumbo.

I got no
mumbo jumbo.

I'm just
gonna listen.

About you

and your mindset
with the upcoming trial.

How you feel.

Whatever you want to say.

(chime jingling)

Doc, I'm worried.

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