Scorpion (2014–2018): Season 2, Episode 10 - Arrivals and Departures - full transcript
As Megan's condition worsens, the team gathers at the hospital. As they arrive, they find a pathogen has infected the hospital threatening all of their lives.
(tires screeching, horns blaring)
You were picked for a reason, Happy.
You're supposed to be our reckless driver.
I'm driving as recklessly as I can.
Guys, a little help.
Alley on the left! HAPPY: Got it!
(tires screeching)
Turn right on Sepulveda!
The point of this will be lost if we don't survive the trip.
I called in a favor with LAPD.
They're giving you a pass-through at LAX.
(tires screeching)
We're Gallo's crew.
Customs, over there.
Just in time!
How necessary is the sign? They're your parents.
They haven't seen me in 15 years.
They've seen photos.
There's an endorphin release you get from seeing
your name on a sign at the airport.
It's an indication of forethought.
That's what Toby says, at least.
There they are.
Walter!
You've grown up so handsome.
Okay. Hello, Mother. (chuckles)
Uh, this is Paige and Happy, friends and colleagues.
This is Louise
and Sean O'Brien.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
You, too.
We don't have any luggage but these.
Uh, car's out front.
It's fine. I'll drive.
(monitor beeping steadily)
(weakly): Sylvester.
Hey.
I'm just tidying for your folks.
They're gonna be here soon.
Are they here yet?
No, they're on their way.
Walter just picked them up from the airport.
Mm.
Uh-oh.
(chuckles)
He's gonna be fine.
Megan's lung volumes are, uh, decent.
Functional capacity is up to about 400 milliliters.
Uh, all the likely pathogens are, uh,
showing sensitivity to the antibiotics.
And, uh, oh, there is something
that I've been working on for her.
I'm sure we'll get an earful of information from the doctors.
Hey, Walter. These must be your parents.
Yeah, they're my parents.
WALTER: Regarding Megan's care,
there is an experiment that I've been doing,
and I have had some success with it.
This elevator's being used for a quarantine patient.
It's a routine transport.
East elevator's free.
Okay, yeah, sure.
MAN: Over to two! So, um...
Did that look routine to you?
(mumbles): I don't know.
So, even though her-her body is failing,
I'm trying to figure out a way
to transfer her mind to digital storage.
I'm actually running tests in the garage...
We came for Megan, not science fiction.
It's not science fiction.
I'm trying to save her.
And if electrical impulses in a computer
can mimic impulses from-from synapse to receptor,
then we have great chance... No, Walter.
If Megan's being called home, it's God's will.
There is room for my will, too.
I don't want to hear it. SYLVESTER: Hi, good to meet you.
My name's Sylvester. I'm your son-in-law.
Yes. Right.
Megan's this way.
That went well.
I'm gonna keep an eye on Walter.
It might be a good time to grab coffee, yeah?
Could I have a refill, please? Black.
Thanks for coming, guys.
(weakly): Hey, guys.
Oh, save your energy, love. I'm right here.
Hi, Dad.
Hello, girl.
Mm, Sylvester's.
Do you have children, Sylvester?
Oh, uh, no... Louise.
It's all mine.
Well, I should get back to work.
MEGAN: No, Walter.
Not at the dinner table.
I don't understand what that means.
She's saying
it isn't the dinner table in Cork
where you dashed off the minute you ate
to finish your science project.
Okay.
(P.A. beeps)
MAN (over P.A.): Dr. Kyle with the infectious disease unit,
report ICU 3. Dr. Kyle,
infectious disease unit, report ICU 3.
You see that?
Got this weird vibe the minute I walked in the hospital.
Something's up.
You're not listening.
MAN (over P.A.): Attention, a temporary lockdown
of the hospital has been instituted.
Please remain calm.
Do not leave your areas.
There is a quarantine in effect.
Airplane pilot tone.
That means we're losing altitude.
Whoever made that announcement is terrified.
WOMAN: Help! It's David!
He's sick and there's something all over him!
I don't know what happened!
I need a doctor!
Am I seriously the only doctor in the house?
He's in here.
Oh, no, no, no, no. Don't touch him!
Gloves.
(shivering)
What the hell?
Look at this.
I've studied virulent fungi.
That could be a Stachybotrys fungus.
Something is going down in this hospital.
HAPPY: Oh, man.
We're in the middle of an outbreak.
MAN (over P.A.): The hospital is instituting
a lockdown procedure. No one may enter or leave
without express consent from hospital officials.
Please stay in place.
More information will be provided shortly.
I repeat, stay in place.
Sir! You need to return to your sister's room!
I don't have time for this.
I need to get back to Megan's research.
I'm so close with it.
Not sure you have a choice.
We escaped a burning building
with a flashlight and a solar panel.
There is always a choice.
I am guessing this is not about research, Walter,
because right here is where you need to be,
and you are running away from everything in Megan's room--
your parents, her health...
I am not running away from her,
I'm trying to save her. Excuse me.
What are we looking at, Doc?
Well, if that's an outbreak of Stachybotrys,
these things usually follow a pattern-- it's a mild rash,
then cough, then full blown respiratory failure.
And given the bruising under his fingernails,
the liver's affected, too.
His level of exposure, it's two hours until death.
What about our level of exposure?
Just steer clear of the mold on the walls.
Which has already spread out of the kitchen.
You keep an eye on him. Let me know if anything changes.
Uh, a little help in here!
Hello?!
Okay, this will help us track the fungi's progression.
Right now, it's here; left unchecked,
it'll cross this line in an hour, this line in two.
Okay, and if it reaches this last line?
The issue is amounts.
What we see on the wall
is already emitting spores into the air,
so we're all breathing in small amounts of fungus.
This is okay,
because our immune systems can handle small amounts.
But the more fungus that's present, the more we breathe in.
And then we're all dead.
You know what, everybody, opposite side of the room,
away from the gunk on the wall.
And what is the gunk on the wall?
Uh, something we hope to keep you far away from, ASAP.
Good, because my contractions are more frequent.
Really? Yeah.
Oh, boy.
Uh, you! Excuse me! Stop!
Infectious disease? That's just who I need.
I'm a doctor.
We got a guy in here with systemic Stachybotrys.
We have a similar patient in the infectious disease ward.
Is your guy responsive?
Kinda. Stable vital signs?
Far as I can tell.
All right, then he's better off than my guy upstairs,
and the ward is nearly overrun with fungus.
As soon as it's under control, we'll send help.
All is well.
Okay, lay it all out, Doc.
Uh, if an adult goes down from high exposure, it's two hours.
But that baby will have zero immune system.
If it's born into this, right now, won't last a half hour.
(line ringing)
Hey, Walt. It's me. We got a situation.
Name of the infectious disease specialist that you talked to?
It was Castillo.
Okay, Happy, get me the extension for Dr. Castillo now.
Okay, I'm on it.
Okay, this is commandeered until we're out of here.
Okay, I can't hack like Sly, but I should have it shortly.
Getting into the general server would take hours,
but I got in through the security cameras
in Castillo's ward.
Zooming in on her phone.
Okay, extension is 2-7-3-6.
WALTER (over P.A.): Dr. Castillo, please pick up.
This is Walter O'Brien.
Who is this?
I run a team of geniuses
that happen to be in this hospital right now.
Good for you. Yeah, well...
WALTER: She hung up on me, didn't she?
Uh, she did. We can still assist.
Have Toby learn everything that he can
about the patient in the kitchen-- I'm sure that we can
find a way to get me out of here faster.
Is that the goal?
Oh, Walter should be back soon.
He's, uh, trying to assist.
This is a big guess, but he's got a fever
in the 103 region, and the breathing,
it's staccato, it's shallower than before,
indicating a decline.
Happy.
His wallet.
Did he have blood on his pants before?
I didn't look that close.
Scissors?
Kitchen's have moisture and protein.
It's a perfect place to grow a fungus.
And if he's serving food,
he could spread it all over the hospital.
This could be patient zero-- Typhoid Larry.
Dirty boots, dirty cut.
Uh, a receipt for the public parking lot
at Angeles National Forest.
He's a hiker. I have an idea.
And I hope I'm wrong.
Uh...
What? What is it?
Gold.
TOBY: I'm betting our cafeteria worker was illegally
prospecting for gold in Angeles National Forest.
We're not dealing with Stachybotrys fungus.
This guy cut his leg and became a host for something
much more dangerous: Meliola anfracta.
Why is it more dangerous?
That's an ancient fungus-- they pull it out of
artifacts from about 60,000 years ago.
That doesn't answer my question.
And this numbskull could've unearthed it while digging.
Gold is a natural fungicide,
but once it's removed from the soil...
Why the hell is it more dangerous?
Okay, ancient Meliola is much stronger
and more resilient than what we see nowadays.
So it would react very dangerously
to a modern fungicide.
Uh, then we have a serious problem,
because they're spraying the infectious disease ward
with a fungicide right now.
Patching Castillo in.
WALTER: Doctor, that is not a Stachybotrys fungus,
it is Meliola.
How are you getting on this P.A.?
This is a fungus unlike anything that you've seen before.
It is far more resilient,
and the fungicide will not kill it.
Call security.
Exactly where are you, sir?
The Meliola will view the fungicide as a hostile attack.
It will turn its energy to reproduction.
That means sending a huge quantity of spores airborne
and spreading much faster.
(all coughing)
Walt, they're filling the room with toxic Meliola!
Okay, Castillo, cover the HVAC return.
You need to do it now.
Do it!
Cover the return!
(coughing continues)
The entire infectious disease team
of this hospital is incapacitated.
We need to seal the ward door
before it leaks out onto the ward hall.
Uh, Happy, can you guys get up here?
I'm gonna need a hand.
Uh, it would take an hour.
They double dead-bolted the fire doors,
and I don't have my pick tools.
The fire door locks up here are electronic.
Can you pop them open from the computer and get me through
to the infectious disease ward?
I'll do my damndest.
Okay, Sylvester, can you get Cabe up to speed?
Get him to send CDC reinforcements.
Okay, Paige, come with me.
(door buzzes) Good work, Happy.
Oh, God.
Toxin's nearly at the door.
I'm gonna... I'm gonna raid the supply closet,
try to put together a makeshift plaster of paris.
I need you to go to Dermatology down the hall.
There are these little, uh, canisters
that look like fire extinguishers.
Bring me one, okay? Hurry, hurry!
(grunts)
Here, use this.
No, Dad, the doctors on those pages are trapped unconscious
inside this room.
They can't help me keep the toxins inside, okay?
Stubborn son of a bitch.
Use it like a trowel, okay?
Like laying bricks.
Okay, okay, okay.
The only problem is it's not airtight
till it dries-- it'll be an hour.
PAIGE: I got it.
Not... if you have liquid nitrogen.
(plaster crackling)
(grunts)
All right.
Solid as a rock.
Uh, Happy?
We have an HVAC return, too,
and the mold's growing towards it.
Okay, that will spread it everywhere.
I'm guessing that the return goes into a central system.
We can seal this one, but not every return
in the hospital.
Can the vents be closed automatically?
No.
And we can't seal them all manually.
There must be hundreds of them in the hospital.
Okay, you need to shut down
the main circulation fan in the basement.
Okay, can you get me there?
I can try. WALTER: Okay.
You need to get back to Megan.
So you're giving orders now?
She needs you. I have this.
Okay, now gather any aluminum I.V. stands
that are not attached to patients.
Make sure that they're aluminum.
Okay.
Our gold miner is declining, and I think the preggo lady
is getting closer to bursting.
That baby doesn't survive in here.
I didn't need the reminder.
Okay, Walt, you've got open doors to the basement.
(sirens wailing outside)
Police. Word's out.
They're gonna seal off the building.
(sirens wailing, urgent chatter)
Walter, Toby, you there?
Cabe, did you connect to the CDC?
They're flying in from Atlanta,
but it's four hours until they get here.
We don't have four hours.
WOMAN (over TV): The entire hospital has been quarantined.
No one is allowed to enter the building,
and anyone trying to leave will be immediately contained.
Hospital officials have yet to release a statement...
She's getting worse. Walter should be here.
He will be.
Until then, she has us, and she knows we're here.
SEAN: Right.
Her family? Sean.
No. I want to know
who this fella is.
We find out from a call that our little girl's
gotten hitched to someone who plays with toys.
Who the hell are you?
I'm Sylvester.
What kind of man are you?
The kind of man that's been caring for your daughter.
The kind that hasn't left her side in three weeks.
The kind that loves her.
So you will just have to accept that.
TOY: My whoopee cushion of doom will blast you to atoms.
(farting noise)
Okay.
That's a big fan.
Yeah, it's the circulation system for the hospital.
Now, if we can stop it, we can prevent the spread
of the fungus. We can't hack the controls?
Not online. Surveillance shows
fungus covering the control room,
but we can use these poles.
That fan will chew them up and shoot them back at us.
That's why we're gonna use the MRI machine.
Its magnet's not strong enough to stop the blades,
but we can slow it down to where we can wedge those poles in
so it won't spin anymore.
Okay, Radiology is 20 feet away
on the other side of the north wall.
Those machines have their own Wi-Fi signal
and are heavily encrypted.
That kind of fancy finger-work is beyond my ability.
I need help.
I'm in. Reprogramming the MRI now
to reverse the magnet's polarity.
(typing)
(Megan coughing)
Walter, you need to finish and get back up here quickly.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Okay, let's get started.
Uh, Walt, what's the engine size on that fan?
200 horsepower.
1500m series.
Okay, it sounds stronger.
Factory must have mislabeled that thing.
What does it matter?
Okay, if the horsepower is higher,
you may not be able to keep the fans jammed up
with the number of poles you've got.
Well, that's a risk we're gonna have to take.
Sylvester? I've got control of the magnet.
(machine whirring, beeping)
Take all the metal out of your pocket-- no metal at all.
Okay, Sly, turn the magnets on.
(beeping, whirring)
Okay, it's working.
I don't know for how long.
The MRI is already overheating.
This isn't exactly its intended use.
Okay, let's go.
Okay.
(rattling)
Guys, we're losing the magnet.
(rapid beeping)
The fan is too strong. It's not working!
(metal clangs, Paige gasps)
No, no, no! No, no. No, no, no. On the axle.
Any shrapnel will fly out from center.
LOUISE (over phone): Walter, are you there?
Yeah, I'm here.
Megan's awake. She's weak.
She's asking for you. Hurry, son.
Okay, I need to get to her. Let's go.
Walter, the pole compromised the door.
I can't open it. What?
We're trapped.
Come on. Come on!
(groans)
I need to get up to see Megan.
The plan for containment
may have turned unfeasible.
You said we wouldn't get here
for another two hours. Did we time travel?
Walter, the toxin's speed has doubled.
In 60 minutes, it'll hit the ventilation system
and everyone in the hospital
is gonna be infected. If we can't contain it,
then finding a cure is the only option.
But everyone equipped to find it
is currently unconscious in a sealed ward
or on a plane 35,000 feet over New Mexico.
(grunts): Come on.
The MRI is fried. The door's pinned in place.
Then we'll find something else. What about that?
Maybe there are tools inside.
(sighs)
You hear that?
Yeah.
Close it up. Move it out of the way.
Whoa.
(chuckles): Oh. This is a dumbwaiter.
Now, hospitals used it to save labor
and reduce exposure to contamination.
Well, that's ironic.
Irony is a construct. This is about logistics.
That looks rusted over. I don't trust that rope.
Whoa! Whoa, Walter!
(dumbwaiter crashes)
Okay, next.
Anyone with medical training will tell you that standard
operating procedure is to get a sample of the pathogen,
grow it, and test against a variety of fungicides
over two to four weeks.
We don't have two to four hours.
Well, unless an antidote falls from the sky, we're screwed.
MAN: Guys!
That's not what we needed to fall from the sky.
Okay, quick, we have to sterilize the area for birth.
Boiling water, towels, mild soap.
Okay, I'm on it.
Why don't you have a seat.
Oh, it's gonna be all right.
HAPPY: Doc!
Get over here now!
You got to tell me what I'm looking at.
How is that possible?
That's not your hand. You have tiny hamster hands.
It's Sly's thermos, so it's Sly's hand.
I think I got it!
I have a what on my hands?
You've been O.D.'ing on antibacterial
since exiting the womb,
and because of it, you've developed
a resistant superbug on your mitts
that counteracted the fungus.
Sly, you need to test Toby's hypothesis.
I am very close to a full psychological breakdown.
Sylvester, it might be our only shot.
(sighs)
(sighs)
What the hell are you doing?
Saving people's lives, I guess.
Okay, you need to locate a patch of fungus
to test the superbacteria.
Am I just supposed to search the hospital until I find some?
Yes. I will get you through the fire door.
(door buzzes, latch clicks)
Okay, wasn't hard to find.
Wish it had been harder.
(sighs)
Idiots shot these at me for ten years.
Okay.
(chuckles)
I have super powers.
I am Bacteria Man.
Super what?
WALTER: Superbacteria.
But Sly doesn't have enough on him
to run around the hospital laying hands on people.
How good an idea is spreading a superbacteria in a hospital?
Sylvester is fine,
so we can assume that it just kills fungus.
Now, we'll get the sample to you to incubate to scale,
essentially growing a huge batch of the cure.
How am I gonna do that when every genius I know
is locked in this hospital?
Not every genius.
(school bell rings)
CABE: Ralph, school's over.
On your feet.
We need your expertise, pal.
Won't the kids think I'm in trouble?
Trust me, the girls are gonna dig it.
How do we get Sylvester's bacteria out of the hospital?
The place is locked down until the CDC gets here.
Nothing in or out.
The sewage system extends from the hospital to the street.
But retrieving something from the sewer
makes me feel ill inside.
Okay, so Megan's floor has a fire hose
by room 233 that must connect to a network of standpipes.
Now, if Cabe and Ralph can create a vacuum
at that extraction point, then we can turn it into
a pneumatic tube system, like in a bank.
I've just hacked the county assessor's blueprints,
and you can access the other end of the standpipe
from an alleyway on the south side of the hospital.
There's no exit, so there shouldn't be a police barricade.
With the suction, we can retrieve the sample,
grow the cure in the garage with a high-protein liquid,
and then bring it back to the hospital
for the CDC to distribute.
I'll get the sample ready.
Off my hand.
I disgust myself.
(exhales)
Would you open this for me?
Sure. Thank you.
Okay.
Now slowly scrape a sample.
Great.
Wonderful.
Okay.
All right, could you pass me that tubing?
Thank you.
What'll this be for?
A slingshot-- we need something propulsive
to make sure the sample reaches the pull of the vacuum.
Slingshots and spitballs.
Maybe your kid stuff is useful after all.
This baby's getting ready to roll.
So's my stomach.
Uh, I got Mommy. You want to handle Daddy?
(woman panting)
Okay, dude?
Yeah, yeah. Okay. You gotta maintain.
Okay, it's just engineering.
Your wife's uterus is exerting over 60 pounds of force
per square inch right now.
That's comparable to a refrigerator compressor.
Ten centimeters of dilation?
It's like turning a Cheerio into a bagel.
Or pulling an orange out of a wine bottle.
The female body is a mechanical marvel.
Okay, let's get this show on the road.
What do you have for suction?
I bought a leaf blower at a yard sale.
So use the power from the hospital
to juice the engine when you reverse it.
Got it. We'll call you when it's ready.
Okay.
(metal clanks)
Walter.
Megan is dying and I'm stuck down here.
She's the only family that I have.
You have two parents a few floors above you.
The only way that I could ever
talk to my parents was through her.
She's the only one that understands me for what I am.
She is the most important person that I've ever had in my life.
CABE: We're ready!
Bacteria coming your way!
(air whooshing)
(grunts)
(rattling)
I think it's coming!
(air whooshing)
Get ready!
Here we go! (Ralph grunts)
You okay, kid?
I got it.
CABE: We got the sample.
That really worked? Of course it did.
It's your son's idea.
LOUISE: Sean!
Sean! She's having a seizure!
SEAN: What's wrong with her?
She's... I don't know!
(urgent chatter, alarms beeping rapidly)
Help her!
(urgent chatter continues)
MAN: Keep hold on those legs.
WOMAN: Got it.
Is that all the doctor had to say?
(phone beeps)
Uh, Megan...
had, uh, a seizure.
She's semiconscious,
but she's close...
Walter.
Okay, let's... let's try to get out of here
(straining): again!
Let's... let's try one more time.
Come on! Come on!
Walter said bacteria require heat and food to multiply.
Something with sugar, fat and protein,
like the stuff found in fish broth.
We got anything like that?
This should do it.
That's perfect.
Ray's strange.
And how.
(monitor beeping steadily)
Sir?
I know time is precious right now,
but if I could just have a moment with her.
That's all I ask.
Okay.
Megan, I made something for you.
(sniffles)
(sniffles)
(whispers)
Last week, you said you were sad
because you'd never see the stars again.
(weakly): Thank you.
(sighs)
It's beautiful.
Megan...
my whole life, I've been told I was brilliant,
for a million different reasons...
but falling in love with you
was the smartest thing I ever did.
I will always love you.
(sniffles)
Homeland Security!
I need you to move this van, now!
I'm sorry, CDC has jurisdiction,
and orders are: no one's in or out until they get here.
By then, it's too late!
Now, I've got a cure here that can save lives.
Fungus was spotted around an exit door.
This facility has to stay sealed.
You can't pass.
(line ringing)
Walter, they're not gonna let me in.
You got any bright ideas on how to deliver this thing?
We have to distribute from outside,
but how do we do that in a quarantined building?
Oh.
The standpipe is the perfect access to it,
but how do we get the liquid mixture
to all the infected floors?
Boil it.
Use the pipe to distribute the vapor.
Bad idea?
No, that is brilliant!
Happy?
I think I may have a way to pull this off.
Okay, Doc, hold down the fort. (woman groans)
I know. Just relax.
I'm a Harvard-trained physician. MAN: What field?
You don't look like you've done this before.
Psychiatry.
Okay, concept was to heat the standpipe red hot
using the gas line from the kitchen.
Yes. Enough heat, and then when the mixture is poured in,
it will vaporize and then distribute
throughout the hospital.
Okay, the problem is,
the standpipe and the gas line...
WALTER: What's the problem?
I will figure it out.
Okay, I need your apron, please.
Thank you.
Lunch is served.
Shut up.
Happy, be careful.
That kitchen is ground zero.
You touch the fungus, you get sick instantly!
Okay, either it works or it doesn't.
Otherwise, we're just delaying fate.
That woman is intense.
Don't I know it.
♪ ♪
(gas hissing)
I really hope this works.
Walter, I can't leave this room right now.
I know. I know. But I can save all the people in the hospital,
including you and Mom.
Now, I know that you've never believed much
in the things that I do,
but I need you to believe now. Please, Dad.
I need your help.
What do you need me to do?
(P.A. beeps)
Attention, everyone, please.
To stop the spread of toxins, you need to do the following.
On each floor, in various locations,
are fire hoses.
Get access to the hose however you can.
Unscrew the hose from the nozzle and stand back.
WALTER: Pipe's heating, but I still can't get to Megan.
You can figure out a way up.
We can get to Megan.
There's nothing to hold onto except...
except each other.
Okay, so the shaft is five feet wide.
So we can climb up back-to-back, legs braced against each other.
And the-the wall pushes back, exerting an equivalent force.
Now, we have to move at exactly the same speed,
at exactly the same time, or we fall three stories.
Okay, so these are our backs.
Press, keep pressing.
Paige, y-you're not pressing.
No, I'm praying.
You're doing great, Anjali, just great!
Just keep pushing. (moaning, sobbing)
You guys pick out a name for the baby yet?
Aashna!
Oh, that's beautiful.
Baby Aashna.
Looks like our little princess is crowning.
She'll be here soon.
Okay.
(Anjali screaming)
What?
What is it?
The umbilical cord's wrapped around the neck.
Oh, my God. I can fix it.
I just need Happy. She should've been back by now.
Happy? (panting)
Dr. Curtis,
we need you now!
(panting)
Better get the antidote in now
because Happy's down and I can't help her.
You like gymnastics?
We're gonna use a somersault technique to get
the umbilical cord off that baby's neck.
Ow.
(grunts)
Let's hope this works.
(grunting)
Come on!
♪ ♪
♪ Time is moving on... ♪
One more! (grunts)
Ready?
(grunts)
Okay, one final push.
(screaming) Come on, baby. Come on! Come on!
♪ Suffering is gone ♪
(grunts) Step!
(grunts)
(grunts)
(screaming)
♪ I know I let you down... ♪
Hey! Come on!
Hey!
(grunting)
♪ I'm no longer who I was ♪
♪ No longer who I thought I was... ♪
Come on.
Hurry.
♪ No longer who I thought I was ♪
♪ I'm no longer who I was... ♪
Baby Aashna.
♪ I'm no longer who I was ♪
♪ No longer who I thought I was ♪
(baby fussing)
Look at that.
(baby crying)
(monitor beeping steadily)
WALTER: Megan?
Hey. Hey, Megan.
Hey. I'm here.
I'm here.
MEGAN (weakly): Walter.
Uh-huh?
Don't... be afraid...
(sighs)
Don't... be...
afraid t-to...
It's okay, Megan, just...
just take a moment and gather your strength,
and then tell me...
what it is that you have to say.
♪ Just let it be ♪
♪ You are free. ♪
(monitor flatlining, Louise sobbing)
Oh.
Okay.
(monitor continues flatlining)
Walter.
You have to know you were there for your sister
when she needed you.
Well, actually I wasn't.
I have months of research upstairs
that did nothing for her, so I failed.
(mice squeaking)
(speaker buzzes)
(computer chirps)
MEGAN: Oh, come on, don't you want
to see yourself in perfect lighting?
Look at those cheekbones, ooh.
WALTER: This is the reason we're fomenting
a generation of narcissists.
(laughs) Yeah.
Got an extra blanket.
(laughs)
(Megan sighs)
MEGAN (chuckles): Oh, Walter.
Um...
I don't know if I'm gonna send this.
But if you're watching, it means I'm gone.
And this is how I want you to remember me.
(over speakers): Healthy and happy and...
and someone who loves you so much.
It's important that I tell you this
in case my illness prevents it later.
Don't be afraid of who you really are.
You're not your brain.
You are your heart.
And there are people in this world that love you so much.
Walter, don't be afraid to love.
I just want you to be as happy as I am.
I love you.
Thank you.
Thank you for being my brother.
Maybe we should, uh, all get some rest?
I'll give you a lift back to your hotel.
Thanks.
Would you like to come with us, Sylvester?
You're family.
We'll see you soon, Walter.
Sorry for discounting
your plans for Megan as science fiction.
You didn't want to lose her.
Neither did we.
Good night, son.
D-Did I, uh...
did I ever tell you about the time that, uh,
Megan pulled the fire alarm to get me out of trouble at school?
No, you never did that.
Well, I-I made her promise never to say anything.
She always kept her word.
I'd like to hear that story, pal.
I'll put on some coffee.
Why don't you sit over here with us, buddy?
Okay, uh...
So, um...
I kept correcting Mr. Creevy.
He was always wrong about math.
And, um, just as...
as the cane was about to come down,
she... saved me.
You were picked for a reason, Happy.
You're supposed to be our reckless driver.
I'm driving as recklessly as I can.
Guys, a little help.
Alley on the left! HAPPY: Got it!
(tires screeching)
Turn right on Sepulveda!
The point of this will be lost if we don't survive the trip.
I called in a favor with LAPD.
They're giving you a pass-through at LAX.
(tires screeching)
We're Gallo's crew.
Customs, over there.
Just in time!
How necessary is the sign? They're your parents.
They haven't seen me in 15 years.
They've seen photos.
There's an endorphin release you get from seeing
your name on a sign at the airport.
It's an indication of forethought.
That's what Toby says, at least.
There they are.
Walter!
You've grown up so handsome.
Okay. Hello, Mother. (chuckles)
Uh, this is Paige and Happy, friends and colleagues.
This is Louise
and Sean O'Brien.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
You, too.
We don't have any luggage but these.
Uh, car's out front.
It's fine. I'll drive.
(monitor beeping steadily)
(weakly): Sylvester.
Hey.
I'm just tidying for your folks.
They're gonna be here soon.
Are they here yet?
No, they're on their way.
Walter just picked them up from the airport.
Mm.
Uh-oh.
(chuckles)
He's gonna be fine.
Megan's lung volumes are, uh, decent.
Functional capacity is up to about 400 milliliters.
Uh, all the likely pathogens are, uh,
showing sensitivity to the antibiotics.
And, uh, oh, there is something
that I've been working on for her.
I'm sure we'll get an earful of information from the doctors.
Hey, Walter. These must be your parents.
Yeah, they're my parents.
WALTER: Regarding Megan's care,
there is an experiment that I've been doing,
and I have had some success with it.
This elevator's being used for a quarantine patient.
It's a routine transport.
East elevator's free.
Okay, yeah, sure.
MAN: Over to two! So, um...
Did that look routine to you?
(mumbles): I don't know.
So, even though her-her body is failing,
I'm trying to figure out a way
to transfer her mind to digital storage.
I'm actually running tests in the garage...
We came for Megan, not science fiction.
It's not science fiction.
I'm trying to save her.
And if electrical impulses in a computer
can mimic impulses from-from synapse to receptor,
then we have great chance... No, Walter.
If Megan's being called home, it's God's will.
There is room for my will, too.
I don't want to hear it. SYLVESTER: Hi, good to meet you.
My name's Sylvester. I'm your son-in-law.
Yes. Right.
Megan's this way.
That went well.
I'm gonna keep an eye on Walter.
It might be a good time to grab coffee, yeah?
Could I have a refill, please? Black.
Thanks for coming, guys.
(weakly): Hey, guys.
Oh, save your energy, love. I'm right here.
Hi, Dad.
Hello, girl.
Mm, Sylvester's.
Do you have children, Sylvester?
Oh, uh, no... Louise.
It's all mine.
Well, I should get back to work.
MEGAN: No, Walter.
Not at the dinner table.
I don't understand what that means.
She's saying
it isn't the dinner table in Cork
where you dashed off the minute you ate
to finish your science project.
Okay.
(P.A. beeps)
MAN (over P.A.): Dr. Kyle with the infectious disease unit,
report ICU 3. Dr. Kyle,
infectious disease unit, report ICU 3.
You see that?
Got this weird vibe the minute I walked in the hospital.
Something's up.
You're not listening.
MAN (over P.A.): Attention, a temporary lockdown
of the hospital has been instituted.
Please remain calm.
Do not leave your areas.
There is a quarantine in effect.
Airplane pilot tone.
That means we're losing altitude.
Whoever made that announcement is terrified.
WOMAN: Help! It's David!
He's sick and there's something all over him!
I don't know what happened!
I need a doctor!
Am I seriously the only doctor in the house?
He's in here.
Oh, no, no, no, no. Don't touch him!
Gloves.
(shivering)
What the hell?
Look at this.
I've studied virulent fungi.
That could be a Stachybotrys fungus.
Something is going down in this hospital.
HAPPY: Oh, man.
We're in the middle of an outbreak.
MAN (over P.A.): The hospital is instituting
a lockdown procedure. No one may enter or leave
without express consent from hospital officials.
Please stay in place.
More information will be provided shortly.
I repeat, stay in place.
Sir! You need to return to your sister's room!
I don't have time for this.
I need to get back to Megan's research.
I'm so close with it.
Not sure you have a choice.
We escaped a burning building
with a flashlight and a solar panel.
There is always a choice.
I am guessing this is not about research, Walter,
because right here is where you need to be,
and you are running away from everything in Megan's room--
your parents, her health...
I am not running away from her,
I'm trying to save her. Excuse me.
What are we looking at, Doc?
Well, if that's an outbreak of Stachybotrys,
these things usually follow a pattern-- it's a mild rash,
then cough, then full blown respiratory failure.
And given the bruising under his fingernails,
the liver's affected, too.
His level of exposure, it's two hours until death.
What about our level of exposure?
Just steer clear of the mold on the walls.
Which has already spread out of the kitchen.
You keep an eye on him. Let me know if anything changes.
Uh, a little help in here!
Hello?!
Okay, this will help us track the fungi's progression.
Right now, it's here; left unchecked,
it'll cross this line in an hour, this line in two.
Okay, and if it reaches this last line?
The issue is amounts.
What we see on the wall
is already emitting spores into the air,
so we're all breathing in small amounts of fungus.
This is okay,
because our immune systems can handle small amounts.
But the more fungus that's present, the more we breathe in.
And then we're all dead.
You know what, everybody, opposite side of the room,
away from the gunk on the wall.
And what is the gunk on the wall?
Uh, something we hope to keep you far away from, ASAP.
Good, because my contractions are more frequent.
Really? Yeah.
Oh, boy.
Uh, you! Excuse me! Stop!
Infectious disease? That's just who I need.
I'm a doctor.
We got a guy in here with systemic Stachybotrys.
We have a similar patient in the infectious disease ward.
Is your guy responsive?
Kinda. Stable vital signs?
Far as I can tell.
All right, then he's better off than my guy upstairs,
and the ward is nearly overrun with fungus.
As soon as it's under control, we'll send help.
All is well.
Okay, lay it all out, Doc.
Uh, if an adult goes down from high exposure, it's two hours.
But that baby will have zero immune system.
If it's born into this, right now, won't last a half hour.
(line ringing)
Hey, Walt. It's me. We got a situation.
Name of the infectious disease specialist that you talked to?
It was Castillo.
Okay, Happy, get me the extension for Dr. Castillo now.
Okay, I'm on it.
Okay, this is commandeered until we're out of here.
Okay, I can't hack like Sly, but I should have it shortly.
Getting into the general server would take hours,
but I got in through the security cameras
in Castillo's ward.
Zooming in on her phone.
Okay, extension is 2-7-3-6.
WALTER (over P.A.): Dr. Castillo, please pick up.
This is Walter O'Brien.
Who is this?
I run a team of geniuses
that happen to be in this hospital right now.
Good for you. Yeah, well...
WALTER: She hung up on me, didn't she?
Uh, she did. We can still assist.
Have Toby learn everything that he can
about the patient in the kitchen-- I'm sure that we can
find a way to get me out of here faster.
Is that the goal?
Oh, Walter should be back soon.
He's, uh, trying to assist.
This is a big guess, but he's got a fever
in the 103 region, and the breathing,
it's staccato, it's shallower than before,
indicating a decline.
Happy.
His wallet.
Did he have blood on his pants before?
I didn't look that close.
Scissors?
Kitchen's have moisture and protein.
It's a perfect place to grow a fungus.
And if he's serving food,
he could spread it all over the hospital.
This could be patient zero-- Typhoid Larry.
Dirty boots, dirty cut.
Uh, a receipt for the public parking lot
at Angeles National Forest.
He's a hiker. I have an idea.
And I hope I'm wrong.
Uh...
What? What is it?
Gold.
TOBY: I'm betting our cafeteria worker was illegally
prospecting for gold in Angeles National Forest.
We're not dealing with Stachybotrys fungus.
This guy cut his leg and became a host for something
much more dangerous: Meliola anfracta.
Why is it more dangerous?
That's an ancient fungus-- they pull it out of
artifacts from about 60,000 years ago.
That doesn't answer my question.
And this numbskull could've unearthed it while digging.
Gold is a natural fungicide,
but once it's removed from the soil...
Why the hell is it more dangerous?
Okay, ancient Meliola is much stronger
and more resilient than what we see nowadays.
So it would react very dangerously
to a modern fungicide.
Uh, then we have a serious problem,
because they're spraying the infectious disease ward
with a fungicide right now.
Patching Castillo in.
WALTER: Doctor, that is not a Stachybotrys fungus,
it is Meliola.
How are you getting on this P.A.?
This is a fungus unlike anything that you've seen before.
It is far more resilient,
and the fungicide will not kill it.
Call security.
Exactly where are you, sir?
The Meliola will view the fungicide as a hostile attack.
It will turn its energy to reproduction.
That means sending a huge quantity of spores airborne
and spreading much faster.
(all coughing)
Walt, they're filling the room with toxic Meliola!
Okay, Castillo, cover the HVAC return.
You need to do it now.
Do it!
Cover the return!
(coughing continues)
The entire infectious disease team
of this hospital is incapacitated.
We need to seal the ward door
before it leaks out onto the ward hall.
Uh, Happy, can you guys get up here?
I'm gonna need a hand.
Uh, it would take an hour.
They double dead-bolted the fire doors,
and I don't have my pick tools.
The fire door locks up here are electronic.
Can you pop them open from the computer and get me through
to the infectious disease ward?
I'll do my damndest.
Okay, Sylvester, can you get Cabe up to speed?
Get him to send CDC reinforcements.
Okay, Paige, come with me.
(door buzzes) Good work, Happy.
Oh, God.
Toxin's nearly at the door.
I'm gonna... I'm gonna raid the supply closet,
try to put together a makeshift plaster of paris.
I need you to go to Dermatology down the hall.
There are these little, uh, canisters
that look like fire extinguishers.
Bring me one, okay? Hurry, hurry!
(grunts)
Here, use this.
No, Dad, the doctors on those pages are trapped unconscious
inside this room.
They can't help me keep the toxins inside, okay?
Stubborn son of a bitch.
Use it like a trowel, okay?
Like laying bricks.
Okay, okay, okay.
The only problem is it's not airtight
till it dries-- it'll be an hour.
PAIGE: I got it.
Not... if you have liquid nitrogen.
(plaster crackling)
(grunts)
All right.
Solid as a rock.
Uh, Happy?
We have an HVAC return, too,
and the mold's growing towards it.
Okay, that will spread it everywhere.
I'm guessing that the return goes into a central system.
We can seal this one, but not every return
in the hospital.
Can the vents be closed automatically?
No.
And we can't seal them all manually.
There must be hundreds of them in the hospital.
Okay, you need to shut down
the main circulation fan in the basement.
Okay, can you get me there?
I can try. WALTER: Okay.
You need to get back to Megan.
So you're giving orders now?
She needs you. I have this.
Okay, now gather any aluminum I.V. stands
that are not attached to patients.
Make sure that they're aluminum.
Okay.
Our gold miner is declining, and I think the preggo lady
is getting closer to bursting.
That baby doesn't survive in here.
I didn't need the reminder.
Okay, Walt, you've got open doors to the basement.
(sirens wailing outside)
Police. Word's out.
They're gonna seal off the building.
(sirens wailing, urgent chatter)
Walter, Toby, you there?
Cabe, did you connect to the CDC?
They're flying in from Atlanta,
but it's four hours until they get here.
We don't have four hours.
WOMAN (over TV): The entire hospital has been quarantined.
No one is allowed to enter the building,
and anyone trying to leave will be immediately contained.
Hospital officials have yet to release a statement...
She's getting worse. Walter should be here.
He will be.
Until then, she has us, and she knows we're here.
SEAN: Right.
Her family? Sean.
No. I want to know
who this fella is.
We find out from a call that our little girl's
gotten hitched to someone who plays with toys.
Who the hell are you?
I'm Sylvester.
What kind of man are you?
The kind of man that's been caring for your daughter.
The kind that hasn't left her side in three weeks.
The kind that loves her.
So you will just have to accept that.
TOY: My whoopee cushion of doom will blast you to atoms.
(farting noise)
Okay.
That's a big fan.
Yeah, it's the circulation system for the hospital.
Now, if we can stop it, we can prevent the spread
of the fungus. We can't hack the controls?
Not online. Surveillance shows
fungus covering the control room,
but we can use these poles.
That fan will chew them up and shoot them back at us.
That's why we're gonna use the MRI machine.
Its magnet's not strong enough to stop the blades,
but we can slow it down to where we can wedge those poles in
so it won't spin anymore.
Okay, Radiology is 20 feet away
on the other side of the north wall.
Those machines have their own Wi-Fi signal
and are heavily encrypted.
That kind of fancy finger-work is beyond my ability.
I need help.
I'm in. Reprogramming the MRI now
to reverse the magnet's polarity.
(typing)
(Megan coughing)
Walter, you need to finish and get back up here quickly.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Okay, let's get started.
Uh, Walt, what's the engine size on that fan?
200 horsepower.
1500m series.
Okay, it sounds stronger.
Factory must have mislabeled that thing.
What does it matter?
Okay, if the horsepower is higher,
you may not be able to keep the fans jammed up
with the number of poles you've got.
Well, that's a risk we're gonna have to take.
Sylvester? I've got control of the magnet.
(machine whirring, beeping)
Take all the metal out of your pocket-- no metal at all.
Okay, Sly, turn the magnets on.
(beeping, whirring)
Okay, it's working.
I don't know for how long.
The MRI is already overheating.
This isn't exactly its intended use.
Okay, let's go.
Okay.
(rattling)
Guys, we're losing the magnet.
(rapid beeping)
The fan is too strong. It's not working!
(metal clangs, Paige gasps)
No, no, no! No, no. No, no, no. On the axle.
Any shrapnel will fly out from center.
LOUISE (over phone): Walter, are you there?
Yeah, I'm here.
Megan's awake. She's weak.
She's asking for you. Hurry, son.
Okay, I need to get to her. Let's go.
Walter, the pole compromised the door.
I can't open it. What?
We're trapped.
Come on. Come on!
(groans)
I need to get up to see Megan.
The plan for containment
may have turned unfeasible.
You said we wouldn't get here
for another two hours. Did we time travel?
Walter, the toxin's speed has doubled.
In 60 minutes, it'll hit the ventilation system
and everyone in the hospital
is gonna be infected. If we can't contain it,
then finding a cure is the only option.
But everyone equipped to find it
is currently unconscious in a sealed ward
or on a plane 35,000 feet over New Mexico.
(grunts): Come on.
The MRI is fried. The door's pinned in place.
Then we'll find something else. What about that?
Maybe there are tools inside.
(sighs)
You hear that?
Yeah.
Close it up. Move it out of the way.
Whoa.
(chuckles): Oh. This is a dumbwaiter.
Now, hospitals used it to save labor
and reduce exposure to contamination.
Well, that's ironic.
Irony is a construct. This is about logistics.
That looks rusted over. I don't trust that rope.
Whoa! Whoa, Walter!
(dumbwaiter crashes)
Okay, next.
Anyone with medical training will tell you that standard
operating procedure is to get a sample of the pathogen,
grow it, and test against a variety of fungicides
over two to four weeks.
We don't have two to four hours.
Well, unless an antidote falls from the sky, we're screwed.
MAN: Guys!
That's not what we needed to fall from the sky.
Okay, quick, we have to sterilize the area for birth.
Boiling water, towels, mild soap.
Okay, I'm on it.
Why don't you have a seat.
Oh, it's gonna be all right.
HAPPY: Doc!
Get over here now!
You got to tell me what I'm looking at.
How is that possible?
That's not your hand. You have tiny hamster hands.
It's Sly's thermos, so it's Sly's hand.
I think I got it!
I have a what on my hands?
You've been O.D.'ing on antibacterial
since exiting the womb,
and because of it, you've developed
a resistant superbug on your mitts
that counteracted the fungus.
Sly, you need to test Toby's hypothesis.
I am very close to a full psychological breakdown.
Sylvester, it might be our only shot.
(sighs)
(sighs)
What the hell are you doing?
Saving people's lives, I guess.
Okay, you need to locate a patch of fungus
to test the superbacteria.
Am I just supposed to search the hospital until I find some?
Yes. I will get you through the fire door.
(door buzzes, latch clicks)
Okay, wasn't hard to find.
Wish it had been harder.
(sighs)
Idiots shot these at me for ten years.
Okay.
(chuckles)
I have super powers.
I am Bacteria Man.
Super what?
WALTER: Superbacteria.
But Sly doesn't have enough on him
to run around the hospital laying hands on people.
How good an idea is spreading a superbacteria in a hospital?
Sylvester is fine,
so we can assume that it just kills fungus.
Now, we'll get the sample to you to incubate to scale,
essentially growing a huge batch of the cure.
How am I gonna do that when every genius I know
is locked in this hospital?
Not every genius.
(school bell rings)
CABE: Ralph, school's over.
On your feet.
We need your expertise, pal.
Won't the kids think I'm in trouble?
Trust me, the girls are gonna dig it.
How do we get Sylvester's bacteria out of the hospital?
The place is locked down until the CDC gets here.
Nothing in or out.
The sewage system extends from the hospital to the street.
But retrieving something from the sewer
makes me feel ill inside.
Okay, so Megan's floor has a fire hose
by room 233 that must connect to a network of standpipes.
Now, if Cabe and Ralph can create a vacuum
at that extraction point, then we can turn it into
a pneumatic tube system, like in a bank.
I've just hacked the county assessor's blueprints,
and you can access the other end of the standpipe
from an alleyway on the south side of the hospital.
There's no exit, so there shouldn't be a police barricade.
With the suction, we can retrieve the sample,
grow the cure in the garage with a high-protein liquid,
and then bring it back to the hospital
for the CDC to distribute.
I'll get the sample ready.
Off my hand.
I disgust myself.
(exhales)
Would you open this for me?
Sure. Thank you.
Okay.
Now slowly scrape a sample.
Great.
Wonderful.
Okay.
All right, could you pass me that tubing?
Thank you.
What'll this be for?
A slingshot-- we need something propulsive
to make sure the sample reaches the pull of the vacuum.
Slingshots and spitballs.
Maybe your kid stuff is useful after all.
This baby's getting ready to roll.
So's my stomach.
Uh, I got Mommy. You want to handle Daddy?
(woman panting)
Okay, dude?
Yeah, yeah. Okay. You gotta maintain.
Okay, it's just engineering.
Your wife's uterus is exerting over 60 pounds of force
per square inch right now.
That's comparable to a refrigerator compressor.
Ten centimeters of dilation?
It's like turning a Cheerio into a bagel.
Or pulling an orange out of a wine bottle.
The female body is a mechanical marvel.
Okay, let's get this show on the road.
What do you have for suction?
I bought a leaf blower at a yard sale.
So use the power from the hospital
to juice the engine when you reverse it.
Got it. We'll call you when it's ready.
Okay.
(metal clanks)
Walter.
Megan is dying and I'm stuck down here.
She's the only family that I have.
You have two parents a few floors above you.
The only way that I could ever
talk to my parents was through her.
She's the only one that understands me for what I am.
She is the most important person that I've ever had in my life.
CABE: We're ready!
Bacteria coming your way!
(air whooshing)
(grunts)
(rattling)
I think it's coming!
(air whooshing)
Get ready!
Here we go! (Ralph grunts)
You okay, kid?
I got it.
CABE: We got the sample.
That really worked? Of course it did.
It's your son's idea.
LOUISE: Sean!
Sean! She's having a seizure!
SEAN: What's wrong with her?
She's... I don't know!
(urgent chatter, alarms beeping rapidly)
Help her!
(urgent chatter continues)
MAN: Keep hold on those legs.
WOMAN: Got it.
Is that all the doctor had to say?
(phone beeps)
Uh, Megan...
had, uh, a seizure.
She's semiconscious,
but she's close...
Walter.
Okay, let's... let's try to get out of here
(straining): again!
Let's... let's try one more time.
Come on! Come on!
Walter said bacteria require heat and food to multiply.
Something with sugar, fat and protein,
like the stuff found in fish broth.
We got anything like that?
This should do it.
That's perfect.
Ray's strange.
And how.
(monitor beeping steadily)
Sir?
I know time is precious right now,
but if I could just have a moment with her.
That's all I ask.
Okay.
Megan, I made something for you.
(sniffles)
(sniffles)
(whispers)
Last week, you said you were sad
because you'd never see the stars again.
(weakly): Thank you.
(sighs)
It's beautiful.
Megan...
my whole life, I've been told I was brilliant,
for a million different reasons...
but falling in love with you
was the smartest thing I ever did.
I will always love you.
(sniffles)
Homeland Security!
I need you to move this van, now!
I'm sorry, CDC has jurisdiction,
and orders are: no one's in or out until they get here.
By then, it's too late!
Now, I've got a cure here that can save lives.
Fungus was spotted around an exit door.
This facility has to stay sealed.
You can't pass.
(line ringing)
Walter, they're not gonna let me in.
You got any bright ideas on how to deliver this thing?
We have to distribute from outside,
but how do we do that in a quarantined building?
Oh.
The standpipe is the perfect access to it,
but how do we get the liquid mixture
to all the infected floors?
Boil it.
Use the pipe to distribute the vapor.
Bad idea?
No, that is brilliant!
Happy?
I think I may have a way to pull this off.
Okay, Doc, hold down the fort. (woman groans)
I know. Just relax.
I'm a Harvard-trained physician. MAN: What field?
You don't look like you've done this before.
Psychiatry.
Okay, concept was to heat the standpipe red hot
using the gas line from the kitchen.
Yes. Enough heat, and then when the mixture is poured in,
it will vaporize and then distribute
throughout the hospital.
Okay, the problem is,
the standpipe and the gas line...
WALTER: What's the problem?
I will figure it out.
Okay, I need your apron, please.
Thank you.
Lunch is served.
Shut up.
Happy, be careful.
That kitchen is ground zero.
You touch the fungus, you get sick instantly!
Okay, either it works or it doesn't.
Otherwise, we're just delaying fate.
That woman is intense.
Don't I know it.
♪ ♪
(gas hissing)
I really hope this works.
Walter, I can't leave this room right now.
I know. I know. But I can save all the people in the hospital,
including you and Mom.
Now, I know that you've never believed much
in the things that I do,
but I need you to believe now. Please, Dad.
I need your help.
What do you need me to do?
(P.A. beeps)
Attention, everyone, please.
To stop the spread of toxins, you need to do the following.
On each floor, in various locations,
are fire hoses.
Get access to the hose however you can.
Unscrew the hose from the nozzle and stand back.
WALTER: Pipe's heating, but I still can't get to Megan.
You can figure out a way up.
We can get to Megan.
There's nothing to hold onto except...
except each other.
Okay, so the shaft is five feet wide.
So we can climb up back-to-back, legs braced against each other.
And the-the wall pushes back, exerting an equivalent force.
Now, we have to move at exactly the same speed,
at exactly the same time, or we fall three stories.
Okay, so these are our backs.
Press, keep pressing.
Paige, y-you're not pressing.
No, I'm praying.
You're doing great, Anjali, just great!
Just keep pushing. (moaning, sobbing)
You guys pick out a name for the baby yet?
Aashna!
Oh, that's beautiful.
Baby Aashna.
Looks like our little princess is crowning.
She'll be here soon.
Okay.
(Anjali screaming)
What?
What is it?
The umbilical cord's wrapped around the neck.
Oh, my God. I can fix it.
I just need Happy. She should've been back by now.
Happy? (panting)
Dr. Curtis,
we need you now!
(panting)
Better get the antidote in now
because Happy's down and I can't help her.
You like gymnastics?
We're gonna use a somersault technique to get
the umbilical cord off that baby's neck.
Ow.
(grunts)
Let's hope this works.
(grunting)
Come on!
♪ ♪
♪ Time is moving on... ♪
One more! (grunts)
Ready?
(grunts)
Okay, one final push.
(screaming) Come on, baby. Come on! Come on!
♪ Suffering is gone ♪
(grunts) Step!
(grunts)
(grunts)
(screaming)
♪ I know I let you down... ♪
Hey! Come on!
Hey!
(grunting)
♪ I'm no longer who I was ♪
♪ No longer who I thought I was... ♪
Come on.
Hurry.
♪ No longer who I thought I was ♪
♪ I'm no longer who I was... ♪
Baby Aashna.
♪ I'm no longer who I was ♪
♪ No longer who I thought I was ♪
(baby fussing)
Look at that.
(baby crying)
(monitor beeping steadily)
WALTER: Megan?
Hey. Hey, Megan.
Hey. I'm here.
I'm here.
MEGAN (weakly): Walter.
Uh-huh?
Don't... be afraid...
(sighs)
Don't... be...
afraid t-to...
It's okay, Megan, just...
just take a moment and gather your strength,
and then tell me...
what it is that you have to say.
♪ Just let it be ♪
♪ You are free. ♪
(monitor flatlining, Louise sobbing)
Oh.
Okay.
(monitor continues flatlining)
Walter.
You have to know you were there for your sister
when she needed you.
Well, actually I wasn't.
I have months of research upstairs
that did nothing for her, so I failed.
(mice squeaking)
(speaker buzzes)
(computer chirps)
MEGAN: Oh, come on, don't you want
to see yourself in perfect lighting?
Look at those cheekbones, ooh.
WALTER: This is the reason we're fomenting
a generation of narcissists.
(laughs) Yeah.
Got an extra blanket.
(laughs)
(Megan sighs)
MEGAN (chuckles): Oh, Walter.
Um...
I don't know if I'm gonna send this.
But if you're watching, it means I'm gone.
And this is how I want you to remember me.
(over speakers): Healthy and happy and...
and someone who loves you so much.
It's important that I tell you this
in case my illness prevents it later.
Don't be afraid of who you really are.
You're not your brain.
You are your heart.
And there are people in this world that love you so much.
Walter, don't be afraid to love.
I just want you to be as happy as I am.
I love you.
Thank you.
Thank you for being my brother.
Maybe we should, uh, all get some rest?
I'll give you a lift back to your hotel.
Thanks.
Would you like to come with us, Sylvester?
You're family.
We'll see you soon, Walter.
Sorry for discounting
your plans for Megan as science fiction.
You didn't want to lose her.
Neither did we.
Good night, son.
D-Did I, uh...
did I ever tell you about the time that, uh,
Megan pulled the fire alarm to get me out of trouble at school?
No, you never did that.
Well, I-I made her promise never to say anything.
She always kept her word.
I'd like to hear that story, pal.
I'll put on some coffee.
Why don't you sit over here with us, buddy?
Okay, uh...
So, um...
I kept correcting Mr. Creevy.
He was always wrong about math.
And, um, just as...
as the cane was about to come down,
she... saved me.