All language subtitles for SCORPION - S01 E03 - A Cyclone (720p - Web-DL)

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.

Sylvester only seconds behind!

Oh, my!

But he is displaying
facial stressors.

Will he choke?

Will... he... choke?

Toby! Just. J... okay?

The pace is breakneck.

The tension is high.

Children.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

This is not for the
pregnant or faint of heart.

Oh, oh, oh!

It's the old blind-bomber trick!

It's gutsy, it's cocky,
it could serve to psych out Dodd!

- No.
- What? N-No.

No. Oh, no! Dodd rallies!

Dodd rallies!

Time!

Oh, oh. Ooh.

What the hell's going on?

Walter wins. As usual.

By a hair, pal. By a hair.

Team of Einsteins,
none of you could tell time?!

Turn that noise off! We're late!

Let's move!

Oh, we were just blowing off
steam, Cabe.

We're ready.
Well, you better be.

The future of the
team depends on it.

Director Merrick
already thinks I'm crazy

for forming a team of geniuses.

We got to prove him wrong.

Guys, guys, guys.

He's right.

This exercise is
a huge opportunity

for our company; for all of us.

I know we can do this.
We're ready.

All right.

Forgot my hat.

Are you kidding me?!

Let's go!

Hurry up already!

Come on, come on.

What's the delay?

These have been here
since yesterday!

Move!

Nemos, I just wanted
to return my uniform

and get my last check.

I don't understand
this new job of yours.

Brilliant people.

- I mean, what are they? Scientists?
- Geniuses.

Kind of a liaison
to regular people.

You know me...
good with customers.

Yes, I know.

That's why you should stay.

How many times does an
opportunity like this

come along for me...

for my son?

And I never know what
this job will bring,

but it's always exciting.

Walter, this is a mistake.

I'm not prepared for this.

I've got your back, buddy.

I've always got your back, okay?

Approaching the hot point.

Delta Team quells
the insurgency.

Omega, locate the comm room.

Shepherds, the SMACKs.

You got 30 seconds to
download that file.

You copy?

I'm clear on everything,

except why you keep
calling us “SMACKS "".

It's an army funny.

SMACK... Soldier, minus ability,
coordination and knowledge.

The Federal Government,
good at acronyms and nothing else.

Does he know that I'm
Director of Homeland Security?

Your superior?

They're just civilians.

Got eyes on the compound.
Moving in.

Move, move, move,
move, move, move.

I have plantar fasciitis.

Go. All right.

I designed the breach-device
for a hard torque,

so put your back into it.

Down, down! Get down!

Come on, SMACKs. Move!

30 seconds to download the file!

All right.
Sylvester, you take the right.

Faster than that!
Let's go, boys!

Yeah, okay. Are you in?

Walter, there is encryption
at the firmware level.

Damn it. This thing's in
Arabic-Sudanese Unicode.

I'm panicking!
I-I-I'm panicking!

- We don't have time for this!
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Let's go, SMACKs! Come on!
Okay, we'll adapt.

Perimeter breach! 15 seconds!

- I'm done.
- I can't concentrate.

I can't do this.
I-I got you, buddy. I got ya.

Three seconds! You hear me?!

I got the file.

- I got the file.
- Okay.

- Okay. Okay.
- We're overdue!

Come on! Go, go, go...!

All right!
All right, where are we going?

- Where are we going?
- Go straight! Go!

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry, Walter.

They're captured.

What's with the full
contact, Agent Gallo?

Fall out!

All right!
Break it up, break it up!

This is meant to impress me.

Your human calculator froze.

Your engineer has no
concept of following orders.

And your shrink...

I don't know where to begin.

You can start by being nicer.

We were doing fine until
that jarhead got handsy.

Where'd he touch you, exactly?

Guys, uh... Director Merrick...

the, uh, Marines

talking smack in the Humvee
caused a distraction.

Questioning our entry
point cost us time.

26 seconds.

To be exact.

Their approach slowed us down.

The purpose of this
exercise was to see

if your purported
group of geniuses

could contribute to a
high-end military operation.

I have seen nothing that makes
me believe that that's possible.

And I'm starting to wonder

if funding this
group was a mistake.

They have no further duties
until you hear from me.

Ralph, we talked about this.

Going to school is your job.
You need to go.

I'm still nervous about my new
job, but I need to go, too.

Be determined to have a
great day and you will.

And do you know what
I see over there?

I see that little
boy wearing a t-shirt

from L.A.
Science and Cultural Center.

You love that place.

I'd call that an ice
breaker, right?

You're gonna be okay.

Are you sure?

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Go.

I love you.

Hey.

How'd it go?

For a Government Endeavor?

About how you'd expect.

Time for me to get
chewed out again.

Yes, sir. Director Merrick.

Oh, okay.

Uh... I-I brought bagels from
Kovelsky's on the corner.

You're not a waitress, Paige.

Though you may be again soon,

if we don't iron out our issues.

The training mission report.

She hit a Marine?

Yeah, this was our chance
to prove ourselves,

and we end up, uh,
self-destructing like we always do.

What... what can I do?

Find a way to fix us.

Hey, Happy.

I appreciate what you're doing,

but I just need to
settle down first.

Check in with me Saturday.

You still don't
know us that well.

Happy suffers from hostility
and anger dissonance syndrome.

Sylvester's anxiety, OCD,

and more phobias than
you shake a stick at.

Walter is textbook
intellectualmegolomania

and anti-obedience syndrome.

That should be fun to see
how that plays out with Cabe.

Me? I am a narcissist

with a slight dusting
of addiction tendencies.

So, welcome aboard.

♪ Here I am ♪

♪ Rock you like a hurricane... ♪

Yeah!

The Scorpions!

It's our theme song!

Is this how Ralph feels,
being boxed out by other kids?

You just need a little
more time to fit in.

You'll be fine.

And so will Ralph.

What is happening?

Our wireless is down.

How on earth is
our wireless down?

That call from Merrick
was about a bomb.

Took out a law
firm at One Wilton.

Homeland responds
to all bombings.

The big commercial
building down by Sixth?

How bad?

Took out the law firm and
the basement beneath it.

Six folks in intensive care.

Can we tag along?

Merrick has you on ice.

One Wilton.

One Wilton.

They may have a problem a lot
bigger than a lawyer's office.

So, it was a big blast,

but they weren't trying
to take out the building.

Just the law firm.

Mark Brown, Family Law.

Pretty drastic step to
settle a custody dispute.

LAPD said the lawyer
found a note on his door.

“You ruined my life,
hope I ruined yours.”

Who's that?

Said he's assessing
collateral damage...

Thank you.

The destroyed Internet
equipment in the basement.

Showed me an FSG badge.

I've never seen one before.

Cabe Gallo, Homeland Security.

Agent Thomas Keeler. FSG.

Didn't know you guys
operated out in the open.

Doesn't your
jurisdiction only cover

online communications
and surveillance?

And when the internet goes down,

we'd like it back
up and running ASAP.

Cabe.

Who's contaminating
my crime scene?

I think this is an
act of terrorism.

Friends of yours?

Independent contractors.

Excuse me.

Why are you here?

That's Agent Thomas Keeler,
Federal Surveillance Group.

They analyze all domestic
data and communications

- for security purposes.
- That's unconstitutional.

Their agency has a direct line to
Merrick, the Joint Chiefs,

the President.

Any of them hear shouting
about terrorism...

This intentionally
nondescript building

houses the hard cables that
support Internet service

throughout the Southwest.

That right there is
what's left of them.

There was a note left
on the lawyer's door.

That was a decoy.

If the bomber was targeting the
lawyer over something emotional,

divorce or child custody,

the killing mechanism
would have been intimate...

stabbing or strangulation.

Structurally, you'd put the
explosive in that light fixture.

Take the whole office out
instead of just a section.

Whoever did this had
to know that there was

a seven-millimeter
fiber trunk cable

in the air vent so they
could wedge a bomb behind.

That's the vent configuration
if everything is up to code.

Normally, there's no place
to even plant an explosive.

I worked in the
Building Commission

for a day until I got fired

for spilling some hand
sanitizer on some blueprints.

With the Web down between here
and Scottsdale, everything,

from banking to emergency
services is affected.

No access to cash.

Traffic will grind to
a standstill by night.

Even the DWP runs online,
and in less than a week,

fresh water goes away.

This is about more than
just people losing e-mail.

He's right about that.

If you let us help,
we can eventually restore full service.

In the meantime,
we can help catch this bomber.

Who exactly are these
independent contractors of yours?

They're a team of high-IQ personnel
that I've been working with.

Give me a second.

You're trying to make up
for blowing it earlier,

but you guys are still
brand-new at this.

You screw it up like
you did this morning,

it's over for all of us.

You.

You need to keep
these guys in check.

That's your job.

Capisce?

Be determined to have a great
day, and you will.

The bombing in downtown LA
continues to have ripple effects.

Jerry Dowdell reports live
from Olympic and La Brea.

Security footage almost set up.

All right, well, if that's the
best you can do, we'll take it.

Happy,
a 2000 Series Aggregation Router

is being overnighted
from Berlin.

Can we get it sooner?

We're not buying a mouse pad.

No, it's high-end product
only made in Germany.

So we get it installed tomorrow.

Internet's up; everything
is back to normal.

Far from it in the meantime.

Traffic lights are not
working, causing near gridlock.

And now reports of a
train crossing malfunction

in Moore Park that's resulted
in the death of two pedestrians.

Agent Gallo,
I have a psychotic bomber to catch,

and I don't have all day.

Surveillance footage is ready.

All right, Happy,
can you run the films simultaneously?

So, first thing

we're gonna do is run a
Gaussian filter algorithm.

That way, you get rid of all
the film where nothing moves.

It's a big problem with
surveillance footage.

There. We just cut down the
number of hours to search by 80%.

Where did you get
this “Goss-ian...”

Gaussian.

Gaussian algorithm thing?

Photoshop. Toby, you're up.

We're gonna get a
little un-PC up in here.

Traditional bomber profile
means we lose Asians

and Latinos.

Cut anyone over 60 and under 12.

That's not how this software
is meant to operate.

Explosives are
traditionally a boys' club,

so let's lose the women

and anyone not wearing
a hat or sunglasses.

All right, now who's ready
for a little hustle and flow?

What's that?

Flow dynamics,
study of herd think.

Actions, reactions.

When one gazelle's ears perk
up, so do all the others,

then they all run from the
cheetah with the same urgency.

But... ah!

That guy in the
hat and sunglasses.

White male, 30s,
fits the domestic terrorist M.O.

See, he's calm, 'cause he knows
no other bombs are gonna go off.

Run him through the program.

I did. It's no match.

Well, we'll take it
back to the FSG lab.

We can clarify the photo.

You know,
your software is decent,

but it relies on three-point
bone structure ratio,

and that's pretty
hard to compute

when half of someone's
face is covered.

How do you know so much about
top-secret government software?

I may know someone
who hacked into it.

Be that as it may,
I'll rely on my technology.

Cabe, let's go,
but I'm done with your friends.

Pump your brakes before you
say something brilliant.

The truth is his
$80 million software

was beaten by a
hat and sunglasses.

What did we say earlier
about a chain of command?

You need to follow it.

Okay.

This is illogical.

We have a much better chance
of finding that bomber

than Cabe does.

Okay, let's go.

That's not what Cabe wants.

All right, the bottom line is
Cabe wants this team to work,

so if we find the guy that
everyone's looking for,

we won't ever have to worry

about Director Merrick
shutting us down again.

All right?

All right.

The bomber could have had
a car waiting for him,

but a co-conspirator,
it increases the odds of capture.

Now there's a bus
stop a street over,

but that gives people too
much time to see his face.

The plaza was full
of people fleeing.

I mean, it was far too crowded
for anybody to even get through.

Is he right about this?

Normal mathematicians
run probabilities,

the odds of a given set
of facts taking place.

Sylvester's mind runs all
potentialities, the odds

of almost any possible
scenario taking place.

That's incredible.

- That's Sylvester.
- That's Sylvester.

Bargain Nation.
Okay, so, he enters in the chaos.

He walks to the back,
and he exits out the loading dock.

Now he's three blocks away
with little public exposure.

That is his best play.

That's why we don't
wait for Cabe.

All right,
we're gonna do this ourselves.

Those stores take
great close-ups

when you go in to
prevent shoplifters.

They'll have him on camera.

Why would they give us a photo?

Because I lifted Cabe's badge.

- Oh, Toby.
- Oh, please.

The way you two were
fighting this morning,

I figured we would have
gone rogue hours ago.

You should thank me
for anticipating.

Now we have a close-up
of our bomber.

That's still doesn't help us.

Hold on.

Hey, dude,
are you done with that?

Okay, you look pretty
done with that. Whoa!

Give me the photo.

This guy's got
something to offer.

Lens effect.

Convex bottle and
water to refract.

His key chain's a bottle
opener with something on it.

Is that a turtle
in a racing helmet?

That's McAdoo's Tavern.

They have turtle races
on Saturday nights.

I lost four grand there.

Word to the wise,
don't bet on Yertle McQuickShell.

She's misnamed.

What?

Hey.

We're, uh, looking for someone

who might be one
of your customers.

You know the guy?

My shifts vary.

I'm in and out.

I don't really know a
lot of the regulars.

Really? Because you stop cutting
lemon wedges when you answered.

You want to know why?

Because I had enough?

No, that's clearly not
enough lemon wedges.

You stopped because the part

of your brain that
handles the details

of small tasks like
cutting lemon wedges

also engages when
someone's creating lies.

“I'm in and out.
My shifts vary,” and so on.

I'm assuming you're lying
because you're on parole

like the majority of bartenders
working the day shift.

Your no-snitching criminal
code is only gonna result

in trouble that you don't want.

So why don't you
answer our questions?

Hey, aren't you the guy who
lost a fortune on that turtle?

What I do when I'm
off-duty is my business.

The fact that you're lying
means you know this guy

or where in town he
might lay his head.

So go grab a pen
and write it down,

or the next thing I'm
gonna pull out of my hat

is gonna be my cuffs.
You got it, dish rag?

I know a waitress he
took home one night.

I'll make a call.

You know you're not a cop.

You're a cop if you
believe you're a cop.

Something's bothering you.

Yes, Walter, we're outside the
house of a possible terrorist.

You guys might not
be the best people

to handle a situation like this.

And if I'm going to
translate situations for you

like you asked me to,
I think you're making a huge mistake.

You want me to call Cabe.

I will do it for sure when
we know the guy's in there.

Hold on a second.

I have a way to find
out if he's in there.

Oh!

Oh, I like this idea.

Be right back!

- That's my money.
- Yes?

Hi, Ralph. How are you, sweetie?

Yeah, okay,
I know there's no Internet,

but maybe spend recess outside
and play with the other kids.

Can you give me the
phone, please?

Ralph,
occupy yourself with this.

I have a riddle for
you to figure out.

You can tell your mom the
answer at the end of the day.

So, what kind of punch
does a jellyfish like?

You got it? Okay, cool.

All right, hold on one second.
Is any dreams you have

of him making a team or
being in student council,

it's just, uh, not gonna happen.

I thought you told me
he'd eventually fit in.

No, he will, just not at school.

Ralph? Excuse me.

Hey.

She's very sweet.
I know you think she can help,

but purely from an
analytical point of view,

what exactly is
her purpose here?

Oh, take it easy.

Sylvester, come on,
help me out here.

She's pretty.

Do I need to remind
you guys that

when I found Happy,
she was paying people

to be her stand-in at
fabrication competitions

because she can't
stand to be judged?

When I first met you,

you were about to get beaten
by an Atlantic City pit boss,

and do we even need to discuss
the state that you were in?

It wasn't pleasant.

I-I saw something in you guys.

I see something in her.

She'll thrive at this job.

You just, you have to trust me.

Hold this.

I need a parabola.

Give me that tape!

That's the only thing

holding my seat together.
I need the mic.

Here.

This umbrella is disgusting.

Okay, everyone quiet.

Footsteps.

Walter,
you really need to call Cabe.

Hold on.

I think it's him.

Be cool, guys.

- Come on!
- Oh! Happy, Happy!

We can nail this guy!
Happy, Happy!

Happy!

You do a loop around the
block and make sure that he

doesn't come under the bridge.
Paige, get in with me now.

- Chasing bad guys isn't our thing.
- It is now!

No one will ever know if
we just don't do anything.

Goddamn it.

I'm right on your six,
you dumb son of a bitch!

There he is. We got him.

Walter, it's a dead end.

Dead end!

Halt! Stop!

There he is!

Oh, my God! He's got a gun!

Aah! Get down, get down, get down!
Aah!

Oh... oh, no...

Not good.

Blown pupil.

Spinal fluid coming out of his nose.
Comatose.

Well, the good news
is we found the guy.

Really?

Is that good news?

'Cause I thought we might want
to question our only witness,

find out his agenda.

Where some more bombs might be.

But we can't do that when
the guy's in a damn coma.

Great job, Mensa.

Mensa?! Please.

There are porn stars in Mensa.

I will write all of you up

for hindering a
Federal investigation.

You hitched your wagon to some real
stars, here, Gallo.

Thank you, Toby.

Hey...

Where the hell do you
think you're going?

You're going to the suspect's
house to gather evidence,

I can help you.

If I want your help,
I'll ask you for it.

You have the same
look Ralph does

when he can't figure
something out.

Right. All I know is that...

if the only suspect
dies, and we don't get

the whole story on
what's going on,

then more people could get hurt
and that would be our fault.

I don't think this experiment
with Cabe survives,

and we need this.

The mentally-enabled don't
find a home this easily.

It's safe for us here, you know?

I overheard you and the guys
talking about me earlier...

Oh, they-they didn't
mean anything by it.

I don't think you guys
say things you don't mean.

But I quit a job to be here.

I have a kid and bills
and no other options.

Now, I heard you tell them that
you believe in me... well...

I believe in you, too,
but you guys don't listen.

You think you're always right

because you are
almost always right,

but if you keep boxing me out,

like the cool kids on the
playground, then... you're correct...

this won't survive.

Would it buy them any good will

if I told you they
know they screwed up?

Barely.

Bits and pieces from
the guy's garage.

- Assume it's IEDs.
- I'll take a look.

Need a hand.

Bomber's computer.

It has some kind
of security setup.

The only reason we're
getting a shot at this,

is 'cause Keeler's men couldn't
get through the firewall.

And it's important we do,

because the guy's fingerprints
aren't in the system,

and all five of his
aliases have come up empty.

All right, I'll get into it.

Craftsmanship on the wiring

indicates U.S.
Special Forces training.

But there's only one reason
to have these other pieces.

And these things here...
are leftover sequencers.

But they were all set for some
time within the half hour,

all coordinated via local
frequency transmitters.

And what does that mean?

There are more bombs.

But they were all supposed to
go off in LA at the same time.

I think the bomb at One
Wilton malfunctioned

and went off early,
and more bombs

are coming down
the pike real soon.

You think or you know?

I know.

He hit a mall,
a radio tower and an armored car.

I don't get it.

What he's doing is random.
It makes no sense.

- Um, guys...
- I've been to every one of these sights,

and I still don't see a pattern.

- Guys, maybe it isn't meant...
- See, it's terrorism without focus,

- and that's not how these guys work.
- Hey, I'm talking.

- We're trying to figure something out.
- Don't interrupt me, Toby.

The armored truck
wasn't the target.

I was a cashier
at a Pic 'N Save.

When the truck shows
up depends on how much

extra cash double-coupon
Wednesdays brings in.

So it shows up at
different times each week.

There's no way to
plan bombing something

if you don't know
when it'll be there.

So maybe he put the
bomb in the garbage can

to take out that
building, not the truck.

She might be right.

Remember when I
said you'd thrive?

Feels good being right again.

So if the building was a target,

the next logical
question is “why?”

Well, it has to be some business
in that building, right?

I'm gonna call Information.

That's a good idea.

Oh, afterwards, let's write on

one of those zeppelins
I've heard about.

Yeah, hi.

My name is Federal agent Cabe
Gallo, badge number 2835.

I want to get a rundown

on all the numbers
running from 939 Conklin.

Thank you.

Before computers,
people had to actually talk to each other.

Yeah, I'm ready.

Casperson Film and Print.

Lynchfield Printing... Greytech.

- Greytech... that's it. That's it.
- Thank you for your help.

Greytech specialize in
slow storage servers,

places that hold old data
that's rarely accessed on-line,

like, uh...
five-year-old bank statements...

So he bombed the Internet hub
and then a slow server but...

that doesn't explain
the other targets.

They're red herrings.

The bomber wanted his attacks

to appear random,
to hide his real motive.

But what is it?

He's taking out sites where...

data would be stored long-term

and the ability to
distribute it on-line,

so maybe the
bomber's got a secret

he doesn't want getting out

and he's willing to blow
up the city to erase it.

There's an increasing
sense of panic in the city.

Traffic signals
are still sporadic.

And now, overloading
electrical transformers

have erupted into flames,

igniting several homes
and a brush fire.

Director Merrick's
all over my ass

because the damn
city's falling apart.

I hope to God you're
making progress

with the bomber's computer.

Oh, I am.

It shows a failed attempt

to hack into a file
at a slow server.

Now, the file belonged
to an e-mail account

by the name of Frank Turner.

Frank Turner died two weeks ago.

I printed out this
article for you.

A hit and run?

More like “Hit and run "".

The car that actually killed
him was never even found.

But if someone is willing
to blow up buildings

to erase Frank Turner's files,

it has to contain something
very incriminating.

On someone very important.

But how in the hell
do you erase a file

once it's on the Web?

Oh, it can be done.

You got it, right?

Right.

Okay. Yeah.

First, you'd need to destroy
the means of distribution.

He did that when he blew up
the building this morning.

Next... you need to get rid

of where it's stored...
the slow server.

He did that when he
blew up Greytech.

Now, if you want to get
really anal about it,

- you take out the router hub.
- What's that?

Most people don't know this,

but when you send a file on-line,
it sits at a small router

before moving on
to a slow sever.

But even as it goes,
it leaves a copy of itself.

A shadow file.

And that remains
for a few weeks,

and then... disappears.

Now, the problem is there's
thousands of router hubs,

but millions of files going in.

So we're tracing Frank
Turner's IP address,

trying to track down
the right router hub.

It's like looking for
a needle in a haystack.

I got it. And it's actually

more like trying to find a
needle in a pile of needles.

Ladies and gentlemen,
who wants to sew?

Because I just
found that needle.

Frank Turner's IP address leads

to a router hub
in sunny Tarzana.

Come on, follow me.

I just saved a whole
bunch of people.

We find what's in that e-mail,

we'll know who
wants to destroy it.

Exactly what are
you looking for?

If we explained it to you,

your mind would melt
into your socks.

It's official
government business.

Just... give us some room.

Normals, huh?

No offense.

None taken.

Got it.

E-mail from Frank Turner to
a heavily encrypted account.

Whoa.

All right,
“My name is Frank Turner.

I was a member of FSG...”

The agency Agent Keeler's with.

“In violation of U.S.
and international law,

“FSG, under Agent Thomas Keeler

“has been spying
on the White House,

- the State Department.. ""
- Stop right there.

So Keeler found out about
this, took Turner out,

and then went after that data.

Just copy it onto the drive.

I'll get it to the DOJ,
get a warrant to arrest Keeler.

That son of a bitch.

He brought you in just
to keep an eye on you.

- Keeler hired the bomber?
- A black ops ghost,

who couldn't be
traced back to him.

Here's the file, Cabe.

FSG's a black budget
funded operation.

They recruit out of the
CIA and the Special Forces.

They're plugged in
with no oversight.

- Happy, what are you doing?
- I just heard something.

What are you...? Happy?

Hey, hey, hey, hey...

- Oh, my God.
- Where's she going?

Hey, hey, hey...
just be careful, okay?

Where's she going?

Guys, big problem.

It's mean-looking.

Enough plastique for this
building and the one next door.

Uh, based on the speed
of the blinking light,

and the acceleration
of the beep,

I would say that we
have approximately

five minutes and 31 seconds.

I thought you said there's no
chance he'd choose this building.

He didn't.

There are no sequencers
on this device.

And it was put here recently.

Did someone tell Keeler
we were going to be here?

I told Merrick.

Yeah,
who kept the FSG in the loop

because he doesn't trust us.

There's no time to
call in the bomb squad.

All right, we're gonna have to
evacuate the building ourselves.

Have the maintenance
man pull the fire alarm.

That leaves the
building 20% full.

They'll think it's a drill.

All right,
then go floor to floor.

- But just keep an eye on time, okay?
- Uh-huh.

Cabe, you gotta get that drive

to the DOJ.
If this place goes up,

it's the last existing
version of the file.

- Sylvester, make sure he knows how to open it.
- Happily.

You're gonna need this
to get into the DOJ.

Where'd you get that?

You dropped it.

Are there a lot of people

working for the government
like Agent Keeler?

It makes it kind of
hard to trust officials.

He's a rarity.

There's no sense going around

terrified that the
government's after you.

The file. Now.

I'll put a hole in your head.

You give me that file.

Okay, you want to get
smart, huh?

No, no, no, no.
Wait, wait, wait wait.

Don't you move!

Everybody needs to exit!

- Guys, evacuate the building!
- This is not a drill!

- Come on, go, go go!
- Everybody get out of the building, now.

- Evacuate now!
- Hey, you guys!

- You need to run!
- This is not...

I can't defuse this.

We're down to 3:40, 39, 38...

This wiring is all jerry-rigged,
pure guerilla IED thinking.

Anything could trip it.

Well, if we don't run
now, we're dead;

if we do run now, everyone else
left in the building is dead,

- so... any ideas?
- If it were 1840,

- we could drop it down a well.
- What about the roof?

No time.

Wait!

Janitor supplies.

Joint compound.

This bomb's gonna blow,
but we can lessen the impact.

If this, uh,
janitor likes his grub salty,

we might be able
to mute the bomb.

Salt speeds up the
hardening process,

- but you gotta mix it in thoroughly.
- Ah! Ha ha!

Salt packets! We're in business.

Guys, hurry, hurry, hurry!

Get out of the building!

Sir, get out of the building!

Toby!

You're bleeding.
You're bleeding.

Oh, my God. We gotta go.

If this works,
the blast will take out the garage,

but save the building.

Ah... we're down to a minute 30.

Here we go.

If the salt works,
it should harden pretty quick.

It'll mute the blast enough

to contain damage
to this garage.

If it's not stirred until
it's hard as a rock,

it won't mute anything.

Happy, you gotta go
find Paige and Toby.

Get 'em out of the building.

You got about a minute left.

I run when you do.

Do it now, okay?

I'm right behind you.

You better be.

We have seconds to get clear!

One in front of the
other, dimwit.

In half a minute,
this building goes.

Where's Walter?

He's coming. He promised.

Cabe...

I don't want to shoot anyone,
but I will if I have to!

And honestly, I don't know who I'd
hit, so, so please...

put the pipe down!

He'll get out.

He knows the time left.

Okay.

I still don't know what it
is, exactly, you do here.

But... I'm glad you're here.

You're welcome.

You could've left him in the
building, you know.

I'd be tempted.

Can you get anything
from your computer?

No, it's ruined.

Blast destroyed and
shredded the hard drive.

Thumb drive is dust.

So he erased all the evidence

that could tie Keeler
to these bombings.

He might be in custody now,
but he'll be gone by morning.

What if someone knew
that on December 17

Keeler and the U.S.
Secretary of Defense

had a meeting about illegal
drone strikes in Pakistan

and Keeler recorded it
to use as blackmail?

I'd say it's
admissible evidence.

What-what are you getting
at, son?

Sylvester was standing
over my shoulder

when the unencrypted
file scrolled through.

He memorized the whole thing.

It was almost 30 pages, though.

It only took a second.

There are a lot of
incriminating things in there.

Dirty things.

You're coming with
me to Homeland.

We're getting what you
know down on paper.

- Okay.
- We got Keeler.

He's going away.

Maybe Merrick'll
back off a bit now.

Cabe... what about, um...

your doubts?

I want this to work.

I need it to work.

I wasn't promoted
to Los Angeles.

I flamed out in New York,
after the Baghdad incident.

The thought of 2,000
civilians dying

and me carrying the blame...

I was a hair away
from forced retirement

when I came up with the idea
to try to make cases with you.

So you thought that we would be

the jolt that your career needs?

I want some blood off my ledger.

So even though you may not trust
me, you should know

that I trust you so much

that I've put everything
into this team and you.

How would a normal person
react to what he just said?

Say “thanks,”

and you appreciate it.

Maybe next time.

My glucose level is plummeting.

I just called for a
transport for Keeler.

We'll stop and get you a burger
on the way to Homeland, hero.

- We'll all get food.
- I can't.

I've got to pick up
Ralph from aftercare.

Well, we'll all go.

- How was your day?
- Okay.

Hey, Ralph.

So... what kind of punch
does a jellyfish like?

A smack.

Because a group of them is
called a “Smack” of jellyfish.

You know a bunch of
turtles is a “bale”?

Don't ever bet on them.

Hippos hang out in a “bloat.”

A pride of lions and
a parliament of owls.

Army of ants.

You know, um...

what a family of
scorpions is called?

A cyclone.

Now, scorpions are very
loyal to their cyclone.

But if one of them is attacked,
all the others dive in.

And we, all of us,
we're a cyclone.

This cyclone is hungry.

Let's get some food!

You know, eventually,
uh, everyone fits in.

♪ Here I am ♪

Ralph! This is our theme song!

♪ Rock you like a hurricane! ♪