Scorpion (2014–2018): Season 1, Episode 18 - Once Bitten, Twice Die - full transcript

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.

The tranquil landscapes
often praised here in Belarus

may soon give way to rolling
tanks and blasting mortars

as the century-long
border conflict with neighbors

Lithuania and Latvia has reignited.

With each nation being pledged
military support

by respective allies,
Russia, China, Poland, Germany,

and the U.S.,
geopolitical experts fear

if a resolution is not reached quickly,

all these countries may soon be at war.

Flight 5-19, LAX runway Bravo is clear.



Wind's one niner niner at two.

Permission to land.

Got an unregistered bogey, sir.

It's only 500 feet
below a 747 heading eastbound.

Establish contact immediately.

The hell?

It just... vanished.

I'm pretty sure

I just committed
at least three felonies.

And I've seen Shawshank.

I know what they do to guys
like me in the big house.

D Block prom queen.

- That's it? It's gone?
- It's still there.

I hacked the icon and changed its color

so it blends in with the
background of the ATC monitor.

Basically, I made it disappear.

Sudie.

That's Lithuanian for
“sayonara,” which is Japanese

for “good-bye.”

That plane will be
effectively invisible

when it lands at your private airstrip.

I am still feeling
very uncomfortable with this.

It's deceptive.

Tensions are extremely high.

If the world knew that the
leaders from Belarus, Lithuania,

and Latvia were flying
to the U.S.

and no treaty was reached,
it could tip the entire region

- over the edge.
- I understand.

But historically, when
governments try to hide facts

from citizenry,
everyone winds up in hot water.

Oh.

You're still playing with your toy?

This toy is three-dimensional

viz-surround
software technology.

Oh, it's-it's green screen.

It's been used in Hollywood forever.

Wrong. It can be used
on a green screen,

but my software allows you
to take various images

from different sources
and layer them seamlessly

on top of each other.

Like Colorforms.

The kids' toy.

I didn't play with
kids' toys. Anyway,

even FBI video forensics

couldn't detect these images as fake.

- They're groundbreaking.
- Good. Because

you're gonna need to fool a lot
of people today.

- Oh, it will.
- So, speaking of today,

did you see my analysis report?

- Uh, yeah.
- Okay. I know what you're doing,

so let me be more specific.
Did you read my report?

Come on. 25 pages

detailing the customs and
history of the three countries

who are meeting today.

It's important.

I understand.
But, uh, so is this,

and I just didn't get around to it.

Uh, why did you write it anyway?

- I never asked you to.
- Well, truth is,

I'm taking night classes.
One's on European history.

Had a paper due. We had this
case coming up, so, you know,

I figured two birds, one stone.

You dropped out of college.

I re-enrolled
to finish my degree, yeah.

- Uh-huh. Why?
- To learn, for the betterment of myself,

- and to set a good example for Ralph.
- I get that.

It's great
that you're pursuing education,

but why European history?

Liberal arts are complete nonsense.

Oh, I couldn't disagree more.

The information that you receive
is strictly dependent

on the beliefs of whoever
authored the textbooks.

There are only four subjects
worth studying: science and math

- and math and science.
- Okay,

so when you meet the Lithuanian
president, what will you do?

- I'll say hello and shake his hand.
- Mm-hmm.

And that could be disastrous
because when you shake the hands

of a Lithuanian in the
threshold of a room,

it's considered insulting.

If the fate of civilization
rests on where we shake hands

with these people,
then we're all doomed.

Hey, Hopalong.

We're about to hop along,
so why don't you stop

watching that movie for the 12th time?

This movie was filmed
on the senator's compound

where the summit's taking place.

I'm studying the layout of the grounds

'cause some of the sets are
still standing on the property.

You already walked the
ground with Homeland.

You're a fanboy.

Next time, let your horse do
the thinking.

He's smarter.

They don't make classics
like this anymore.

Fanboy.

Hey, you got a second?

What are you doing?

With what?

Hand, back.

- Yours, mine.
- Oh.

Sorry, I didn't even notice.

Yesterday, you brushed
a leaf from my hair,

and on Tuesday you laughed
hysterically at something I said.

How do you know it wasn't funny?

I was reading a menu.

Pupu platter?

I can't help but feel
something's changed.

- Are you referring to our kiss?
- Don't...

say it.

Kiss.

Almost kiss.

It didn't happen.

Yet.

That's Lithuanian President

Dmitri Kreshenko and
his chief advisor Mikko Aleska.

Mikko's a big fella.

Over there is Belarus
President Boris Sakovich

and his entourage,

and finally
Latvian President Juris Nikonov.

Th-That's actually
Latvian Prime Minister.

Their president's more of a figurehead.

You didn't read my report either.

All right, let's get to work.

Director Merrick.

Ah, Ms. Munoz.

Cabe, this is René Munoz,

Assistant Secretary, State Department.

Since there's a good chance
that things could become

tense over the next few days...

I'm here to keep these guys

away from each other's throats
and at the bargaining table.

Great. Right now we need
to get these men in front

of the green screens and
make it look like they're back

in their home countries and not here.

Anything gets lost in
translation, we'll reach out.

Understood.

Excuse me. René.

Uh, I wrote a report
on the historical customs

and traditions of these nations,
if this could be of any help.

Uh, thanks. I'll refer
to it if I get in a jam.

Okay, cut!

What the hell is he doing?

What are you typing?

Nothing. I'm pretending.

An eight-year-old
with a DVR can slo-mo this

and see every keystroke.

If this does not read as real,

then all of it was a waste of time.

So can you please stop pretending

and actually type something?

- Thank you, sir.
- Walter, you just need to...

Mr. President, you can type
whatever you'd like. We'll just

raise the camera an inch
so no one sees your fingers.

Is that acceptable?

Thank you, sir.

Okay.

What was that?

He was doing it wrong.
And over the next few days,

we'll need to make a half
dozen of these videos,

so I need to nip bad habits in the bud.

Me, too.
So I'll be clear.

You do not talk to a president
like that.

And, you, you do not
talk to a president at all.

I was just trying to help.

Want to help?

Stay on the sidelines.

Is it just me, or does this feel
like a seventh grade dance?

I didn't go to the seventh grade dance.

Me neither, but I imagine
this is what it was like.

Typical.

We sit here in silence
while neither of you are willing

to extend the first olive branch.

We have all traveled the same distance.

I do not hear you making offers.

This summit was my idea.

That is my offer.

I suggest this a year ago.

Now it's your idea?

Gentlemen, I respectfully submit

that we all follow the rules
of parliamentary procedure,

- which we all agreed to prior to today.
- We also agreed

to no more military border maneuvers.

And their army has since positioned...

Hey, you know what?

Uh, I suggest some honey mead.

- What are you talking about?
- Come on, gentlemen.

I know someone here brought the mead.

How else would we toast to
peace when this is all over?

Drinks are a good idea.

In these nations, you don't
fix emotional arguments

with rules of procedure.

You grease the wheel with a tradition

old enough
that they all lay claim to it.

I want her off the grounds. Now.

Like hell.

She just did your job for you.

It's just pouring drinks, but
she's got them working together.

She stays.

Okay.

Raise your glasses.

Sveiks.

- Mr. President!
- Mr. Kreshenko!

I'll get the doctor!

- Mr. President!
- Mr. Kreshenko!

Mikko!

Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?

I'm an MD. Shut up.
I need to hear his breathing.

Doc, what the hell's going on?

Well, he's been poisoned.

This is Dr. Chong.

He is a U.N.-certified physician
assigned to the summit.

You will all pay for what you've done!

Yashin!

Hey, hey, hey!

Put down your weapons!

You're outmanned and you're outgunned!

Now lower your weapons!

Actually, uh, Cabe, you're wrong.

The firepower is...

evenly matched.

If everyone were
to fire simultaneously,

then those two gentlemen over there

would kill each other,
that Marine over there

would take out Yashin,
the falling bodies would

expose those behind them
to oncoming fire

from the other Marines,

and we would wind up with...
excuse me... three dead

security personnel and
three dead politicians.

Based on quick vector and percentage

calculation, almost 100% certainty.

Sylvester, how are my numbers?

Sounds pretty good to me.

It's actually four dead politicians

if Kreshenko isn't treated ASAP.

This was a setup!

You brought the bottle.

Sakovich poured it,

and Juris passed it out.
Everyone had access.

No one knows what happened,

except somebody was
planning this all along,

and the mead was the
perfect opportunity.

Now, this man needs medical care, stat.

No one goes in or out of the grounds.

From here out, everyone is a suspect.

We're on lockdown.

Pulse is dropping significantly.

Heart rate's slowed to 42 bpm.

- He's in bradycardia.
- Whatever poison he's ingested,

it's taking hold.

I have adrenaline in my kit.

If I mix it exactly with the atropine

and nifedipine, that may buy some time.

- How long?
- Without an antidote?

This man will be dead in 90 minutes.

We can't access an antidote because

we don't know what the poison is.

Things might get a lot worse
before they get better.

Paige, you did a good job
of calming things down earlier.

Go see if you can't
settle them down again.

I'm gonna go with her.

Maybe I can read some guilt markers.

If we find the culprit,
we'll have a better chance

of figuring out
what was put in his drink.

Go.

We all know what happens
if word gets out

that there was an assassination attempt

during furtive peace talks.

Weaponry will be readied,
military strikes commenced.

And that'll be the start
of World War Three.

I know this isn't good,

but do we really think
a world war can break out

from the death
of the president of the 89th

most populated nation on the planet?

World War One started because

of the assassination of
the Archduke Franz Ferdinand,

a man that 99% of the planet
had never even heard of,

so not only is it possible,
but it's happened already.

We have to prevent these guys

from transmitting any
communications from this ranch.

We could piggyback on the Wi-Fi
to place our own virtual

local area network around
the entire compound.

Like a cyber noose.

We'll capture any e-mails,
texts, phone calls

from anyone on this property.

- We can't let them know we muzzled them.
- They won't.

They'll think their messages
are being received,

because Sylvester will respond
posing as their associates.

Remember back at the garage

when I said I was
uncomfortable with deception?

Uh-huh.

- Uh-huh.
- Mm-hmm.

Still uncomfortable.

Please, if you'll just...

Can you even read them

when you don't know
what they're saying?

Universal micro-tells
transcend language,

but they're politicians;
they're trained liars.

So I'm getting bubkes.

If they calm down, I might be
able to pick up on something.

I think I have an idea.

Don't keep me in the dark.
What are you up to?

Mitzy Von Schneiden.

Singer from the 1920s
whose mother was Latvian,

dad was Lithuanian.

She studied in Belarus.

They all adore her.

And it's hard to keep
fighting when listening to

the lullaby
your mother used to sing to you.

That's actually a good idea.

This song is beautiful.

If Kreshenko dies,
hopefully a pill-naja-bura

doesn't keep us from his funeral.

Oh, God.

Toby, I think I know
what was given to Kreshenko.

Cyber noose is trapping
a lot of e-mails

and text messages...
all to colleagues back home,

all of shock and dismay
at the poisoning.

Nothing nefarious here yet, either.

Hopefully this will

keep his heart going
until we can determine

- exactly what we need to do.
- No!

What the hell?

Gallo...
What is your man doing?

That adrenaline would've
killed him instantly.

Paige. The... the dust storm.

Merrick, it all makes sense.

The guy from Belarus

whispered the words
pill-naja-bura.

That's “dust storm” in Belarusian,

effectively a curse word
in the nation's history.

And it all started
with the venom from a snake.

In 1897, the first war between

Belarus and Lithuania broke out
after what was deemed to be

blatant disrespect
by the Belarus government.

I don't need a book report right now.

She actually has some good ideas.

- Paige, go on.
- Okay, so,

the Lithuanian president's child

died after being bitten
by a venomous snake,

and the Belarus diplomats
didn't show up for the funeral.

The excuse was that there was
this terrible dust storm.

But that excuse wasn't accepted,
and what followed

was a four-year war

and the tensions
we're still seeing today.

According to Paige,
the venom in the boy

caused an immediate red spread, hives

in the arms and neck,
just like Kreshenko.

If the venom was given to him

as a symbolic “screw you,”
then that adrenaline

will make the venom work faster
and kill him instantly.

You know, Gallo,
you listening to these loons

is one thing,
but now you got the waitress

- calling the shots?
- Are we judging people

based on past resumes?

Because you were

a department store Santa to
help pay for your college.

How the hell did you find that out?

Look, the point is, if we don't
get meds into Kreshenko

and he dies, it's our asses.

If you're wrong, he'll die instantly.

Yeah, and if she's wrong,
then we had a chance

to save a president and we didn't.

Debating this wastes precious time.

Now, Paige, it's up to you, okay?

How certain are you of what you heard?

I'm 100% confident in what I
heard and what I'm telling you.

Then there's our answer.

This is ridiculous.

I started a course
of treatment for this man.

I'm finishing the protocol.

Hey!

Are you out of your mind?

That was the only adrenaline
I had on site!

I trust my team.

The safe call was to follow procedure.

And if he died, he died.

Now it's our necks.

I'm gonna arrest President Sakovich,

but the lockdown
pertains to all of you.

Nobody leaves the grounds until
that man is either saved

or he's dead.

'Cause I am not eating
this bullet alone

if this goes south.

Forget Homeland,
he should work for the Treasury

the way he passes the buck.

Focus. We have barely an hour,

and we don't know what kind
of venom we're dealing with.

There are numerous deadly

Eastern European snakes,
several of which can cause

- reddish hives.
- Sly, Toby,

you figure out what kind of
Belarusian snake

we're looking for.
Happy, Paige, and I...

we'll go down to the reptile
sanctuary down the PCH.

Then when we get there, you can tell us

what kind of snake we need to procure.

Then we'll make an
antidote with its venom.

You heard Merrick.
No one's going anywhere.

I think I have a way around that.

Zoom in, camera one, north gate.

Someone's taking pictures.

- Get Director Merrick.
- Sir.

Oh, they bought it.

Great, just-just keep that
camera in front of your face.

Come and get me, dummies.

All corps
to the north gate. Now!

- All right, come on. Hustle.
- Where we going?

- Right here.
- Okay, hurry.

Okay, come on.

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.
Come on.

Cabe, I do not mean to rush you,
but if they come back here

- and we're trapped...
- It's in here somewhere.

DVD commentary on Blackrock
Shootout said they left intact

the secret door
the deputy used to escape.

Pays to be a fanboy.

All right, head east over that
hill; there should be a trail,

take you to a road.
Now go get us a snake.

See you later.

Come on, let's go.

Sir!

I checked the perimeter
from that bluff.

There's no sign of anyone,
not even vehicle tracks.

Well, he's got to be here somewhere.

It's not like the guy
just appeared and disappeared.

Son of a bitch.

Hurry up.

I don't want any evidence
of what we've been up to.

Gallo!

You two, get out.

Ooh, Cabe's in trouble.

Do you have Stockholm syndrome?

Just do whatever these eggheads say?

What you did is insubordination,
borderline treason.

I made a choice to save a man's life.

No, you made a choice to
defy me and to back them.

You don't work as closely
with Scorpion as I do.

You just don't know
how they go about things.

I know that you've been mesmerized

by this kid Walter from
the minute you met him.

I'm no more mesmerized by him
than you are threatened.

And our job is to protect people,
not our own backsides.

Now, let me ask you a question.

You think that you and Walter
would be such great pals

if he knew what really
happened in Baghdad

with that software you had him make?

What if I tell him?

Let me be clear.

What Walter knows and what he
needs to know is up to me.

If you disclose anything to him,
you and I will have a problem

where rank doesn't come into play.

Do you copy?

Not sure where we are,

but I know it's nowhere
near the reptile sanctuary.

Now what?
Hitchhike?

I'm not showing leg.

No, there's no time to hitchhike.

Happy, I hear a truck. Quick.

Punch me in the nose.

Finally.

Good job.

What is he doing?

Hey! Hey!

Hey, man, you okay?

Not really. I was hiking,
and I fell on my face.

Have you got any ice?

Some ice? Yeah, yeah, sure.
Come around back.

Okay.

Hey.

Come on in.

Thanks.

- Here's your ice.
- Thank you. Also, sorry.

- What's up?
- Hit it, Happy!

We'll return it!

Official government business!

Okay, so we get
to the reptile sanctuary...

find the curator,
have him get us the right snake.

Yeah, what are we gonna do?

We gonna tell him someone
we know, but can't disclose,

has been bitten by a deadly snake

that may or may not be native
to this area,

and he just has to trust us
and give us that snake,

even though venomous snakes
are regulated by the state,

and giving us one
could land him in prison?

- Oh, you got a better idea?
- We steal the snake.

We steal the snake.

This is a violation
of the Geneva Convention.

So is assassination.

You pig!

I will kill you for what you've done!

Now, I told you once, you
keep cool, or I'll cuff you

right alongside these men.

There are too many Belarusian snakes.

There's no way to know which one it is.

Is that what you're gonna
tell Walter when we call him?

I don't know anything about snakes.

This wasn't even my idea.

Ah, ah, there's no “I” in Scorpion.

- It's a figure of speech.
- Oh.

Cyber noose just got another
text. This one's from Mikko.

I'm putting it in the translator now.

“Everything is in place,
moving forward”?

I don't like the sound of that.

You know, it's ambiguous.
It could mean nothing.

The man's president is dying.
He's not gonna send

an international text
to someone that means nothing.

That's ambiguous on purpose,

- but it means something.
- What?

You think Mikko could be the one
who slipped his boss a mickey?

The text was meant for someone named

Eras Ilgauskas,
and a quick search shows that

he's a wealthy manufacturer in

artillery production and distribution.

You think Mikko could be
in the weapons game with him?

That would explain

why he did something that could
cause World War Three.

If Kreshenko signs that peace
treaty, then there's no war,

and if there's no war,
there's no weapons to sell.

We arrested the wrong guys.

And we're looking for
the wrong type of snake.

Killer's not from Belarus.

We need something from
the Lithuanian region.

That's where Mikko's from.

And there's only one snake

that matches our specific
set of symptoms.

The adder.

Toby says we got the wrong guys.

It was Kreshenko's advisor.

The snake we're looking for
is the adder.

I hacked the sanctuary's schematics.

The best route to the snake is
the side employees' entrance.

Once in, to avoid security,

you're gonna have
to use the cross beams

above the displays.

I didn't design the building, man.

We can still communicate
within the cyber noose,

so we need to respond to his text.

There's no way Mikko doesn't
expect to hear back from him,

a co-conspirator in
an assassination.

- If he doesn't, he'll get suspicious.
- What do I say?

Uh, needs to be ambiguous, as well.

Just confirmation of receipt.

That's what they would've planned.

- Okay. How about “Thank you”?
- Sure.

Why don't you put a thumbs up
emoticon at the end of it, too?

Just send “Confirmed”"

No. Send... “Okay”"

No! Send “Okay.
Confirmed”"

- You're confusing me.
- Just send “Confirmed”"

That's it.
Just send that.

- Sent. You think he'll buy it?
- Yeah.

Unless they had a specific
code word planned in advance.

Yeah.

Let's go tell Cabe we got our guy.

I think they had a code word.

Is that him?

No. That's the running
of the bulls in Ventura.

- Yes, it's him!
- Okay.

What do I do?
What do I do?

You are the computer experts, no?

No.

We dabble.

Give me your phone.

Easy, Mongo.

I know you texted me!

Hit him, Sly!

- Okay!
- Hit him! I got him!

Stop! U.S. Marine!

He's the assassin!

Got eyes on him!

Are you okay, Sly?

What the hell happened?

- You guys all right?
- It was Mikko.

He framed those Belarus boys.

Big guy's fast.

Welcome, gang.

Got a lot of neat stuff
to see and learn today,

so head on in.

Just follow these footprints.

Excuse me, sir.

Can you help me?

I am the teacher's assistant
with this class,

but I... I'm so terrified
of snakes, and I was...

C-Can you stand with me during
your presentation, please?

Please?

Um, sure, yeah.

I won't leave your side
if you don't want me to.

Oh, thank you.

You're such a smart, brave man.

I'm so lucky to have someone
like you looking after me.

How long have you worked here?

Your friend better get back here
with that venom soon.

He's almost gone.

Happy, am I getting any closer?

All I can see are a bunch of turtles.

Hang a left.

Okay.

Got snakes?

Mm, yeah, getting there.

You okay?

Sure.

Are you scared of snakes?

Oh, no.

Walter, I've seen you diffuse a bomb.

That risk was calculable.

You cannot predict
what a wild animal will do.

I'm just gonna reach down,

scoop up the snake and then get out.

Limited risk.

I will be fine.

Okay, you have to make sure
you don't harm the snake

when you retrieve it.

Do you want to change places?

- Hell no. Those things are deadly.
- Okay, kids.

If I could have everybody
at this window over here.

If everyone stays quiet,
I can tell you about

the over 40 breeds of venomous
snakes that we have here.

Now, many of these snakes come from

a tropical, wet climate,
but since SoCal is a desert,

who would like to make
our snakes feel more at home?

Me! Me!

You certainly look like a snake lover.

Press that little red button
and see what happens.

I don't have a good feeling about this.

You made it rain!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Let's make our way to the exit, kids.
Call security!

Walter.

Okay. Not good.

Oh, boy. A deadly snake.

Walter, don't move.

Okay.

We need a tan snake with a
zigzag pattern along its back.

I think that's the one, the
one that's near your business.

Guys.

There's a tan snake

with a different zigzag pattern
in this tree.

Which one do we want?

How the hell should I
know? I'm a mechanic.

Can we try and capture
both of them, make antidotes

out of both venom, see which one works?

No. There is barely enough time
to make one antivenom.

I have an idea.

- Uh, are you doing what I think you're doing?
- What?

Wait. Walter,
what are you doing?

Walter, what are you doing?!

Process of elimination is
our most efficient path.

Come on, come on, come on.

Whoa!

Crap.

I think we've got the right snake.

Okay, move.

Watch the snake.

- What the hell is the plan here?
- To make an antidote,

we need a host to inject a little bit

of venom into, not enough to
kill it, but enough to develop

antibodies. There.

That's our host.

- Yeah.
- I'm on it.

One ferret coming up!

- Oh, no.
- Oh, no.

Yep.

Ah! Come on!
Don't be stingy!

Okay, I think I got enough.
Uh, yeah. I got enough.

How are you still functioning

while Kreshenko's barely alive?

Because I'm younger.

But we have to get back
to the ranch fast. Happy.

Hey, I'm doing 90 in a burrito
truck. Cut me some slack.

Okay, hold him still.

- Wait, is this gonna hurt him?
- I'm so glad

that you're concerned about the ferret.

- I'm sorry.
- Okay, buddy.

Help me out here.

Next time...

let your horse do the thinking.

He's smarter.

Freeze!

Stop right now!

Stop the vehicle!
Halt!

Lower your guns.

We're the Homeland guys.
We've got an antidote.

Okay. Come on, Walt.
We're almost there.

Careful on those steps, Happy.

There's taco grease!

Oh, no.

What did you do?

I dropped the ferret.

Oh, he does not look good.

The fuel quotients for
the rockets are off.

He's rambling.
He's delusional.

He's in bad shape.

Walter, what the hell
were you thinking?

The antibodies are
in the host organism.

What host organism?

I slipped on taco grease
getting out of the van,

and when I fell, the ferret
with the venom got away.

That's the first time
anyone has ever said that.

I got to go help Happy find him.

Paige, I'm sorry. I...

What?

I'm sorry.

I had reservations.

Reservations about what?

I-I never took you to dinner.

Whoa, little sucker's fast.

What am I supposed to do
with this thing?

Oh, no. Really?

I need
a high-speed centrifuge

to separate out the antibody
from the ferret blood.

Yeah, Walter must've had a plan here.

Walter's not talking right now, Toby.

Okay, okay...

They're dead men.
They're going to die.

Let me think, okay?

What is there to think about?

I'll just inject them with ferret blood,
without processing it.

Million-to-one shot but
what choice do we have?

No, you're not taking
a million-to-one shot

with my friend's life, you understand?

You go near him with that ferret,

I'm gonna cram that furry
little dude up in a place

it can never run away from.
You follow?

We just need to separate
the antibodies from the plasma.

Somehow simulate
a high-speed centrifuge.

You came here in a taco truck, right?

Okay.

Oh!

Salad spinner! Let's go.

All right, come on!

Okay. Now we wait.

Even if we save Kreshenko,

these guys are so
distrustful of one another,

they'll never sit down and negotiate.

Well, then we'll have
to figure out a way

to motivate them to want to.

How'd we do?

Walter.

How are you feeling?

Oh, terrible.

But, uh, worse now that I've seen this.

So Kreshenko died, word got
out, and now we're off

to a decade of death and destruction?

Not exactly.

Are they...

Signing a peace treaty?

You bet they are.

We showed them what would happen
if they didn't.

Come with me.
I'll show you.

Gallo, I know today
was rough and we went at it,

but you got the ball into the end zone.

I won't forget what you did.

And you threatened to
disclose something to Walter

I don't ever want shared.

I won't forget what you did, either.

Both sides are set
to start pulling back

heavy weapons on Tuesday
to create a buffer zone

of up to 140 kilometers.

You used my software.

Old footage
of Lithuanian tank maneuvers

laid over border territories

they have never been near before.

Soldiers disembarking tanks,

except we put them
near the disputed boundaries.

Images over images.

Like Colorforms.

The United States and Germany
have promised ground troops

immediately, a move the Russian
government has called

an act of direct aggression.

- She's using my voice dubbing software.
- No.

Actually, the British accent's
Happy's real voice.

She's been lying to us the whole time.

We just spliced the
wiring of our broadcast

to the satellite dish on the
roof, so now everybody thinks

they're watching the real news.

That is fantastic work, guys.

Just call us the
Ghosts of Christmas Future.

We scared the hell out of them.

They ran to the bargaining table.

So, uh, what happens when they
get back and find out the truth?

What are they gonna say?
That a bunch of schmucks

who work out of a garage
outsmarted them?

Those guys want
to get re-elected.

Where is it?

Doc.

Come here a minute.

What's up?

When you grabbed that doctor
and put him in his place,

it was hot.

Um...

thank you for that...

Shh.

Just don't talk.

Don't ruin it.

Okay.

Okay.

Why's it smell like seawater?

I formulated, uh,
an electrolyte solution.

It's more efficient
than the market brands.

It tastes, um...

disgusting.

Taking that bite today was crazy.

I know we go down a lot of
dicey roads, but that was...

It was necessary.

War was imminent.

Still, I don't like you taking
that kind of risk.

Noted.

You look like you're going
to say something.

You kept it?

He saved my life.

Least I could do
is save it from becoming a...

snake's lunch.

Toby named it Ferret Bueller.

I don't understand the reference.

I need my history textbook.

I'm already late as hell!

And I don't understand

why she didn't tell me
she was taking a night class.

You, this group, it's a lot
to compete with academically.

She knows there's no reason to compete.

And that she can't compete.

Just like we can't compete
with her in so many regards.

So... why keep
that hidden?

There's a million reasons
why people keep secrets.

Sometimes we just can't understand.

No! No, no!

What's the problem?

Busted water main on Sunset.
Traffic's gridlocked.

There's no way I'll make my final.

I'm gonna flunk.

I need a favor.

Oh, my God, I made it.

This is amazing.

Seven minutes to spare.

I-I didn't have a chance
to cram today.

I know you think this stuff
is nonsense, but...

I'm nervous.

You outshined and impressed

a seasoned diplomatic envoy today.

So if you can do that,
you can crush the test.

I'm proud of you.

Thank you, Walter.