Scorpion (2014–2018): Season 2, Episode 21 - Twist and Shout - full transcript

WALTER: Previously on Scorpion... Okay, oh, yeah.
LINDA: Ooh, I'm sorry.
Not good at first dates.
Linda! (chuckles)
DISTORTED VOICE: Sabotage that launch
or face the consequences.
I think he's referring to this.
This was not the worst date that I've ever had.
(loud explosion)
Would you like to go to dinner with me again?
Oh, no.
Meet my new trainee,
Tim Armstrong.
Hello.
There's nothing more stunning
than seeing perfection with a slight imperfection.
Well, only got shot in one place.
(Tim and Paige laughing)
(Proton Arnold music playing)
SYLVESTER: Holy smokes.
You beat all the Colonel Clones,
you made it to the Pardollus Galaxy
and you still have all your lives!
While, ironically, you have none.
Can't you see how incredible this is?
He's putting on a clinic.
Nah, I just used to play this game when I was a kid.
Actually, the neurotransmission speed
between your brain and fingertips is pretty amazing.
Ralph, you gotta see this.
Ralph.
Ralph, you're missing out!
What is all the ruckus?
History being made!
Cabe's new trainee is about to beat your high score.
(scoffs) Well, that is nearly impossible.
I memorized the graphic patterns
and every attack scenario.
Yeah, but did you hone your trigger finger
with the SEALs for half a decade?
'Cause someone here did.
WALTER: Well, very good.
But a physical advantage will eventually wane
in the face of superior intellect.
Walter, are you threatened by this?
No.
It's a video game.
A video game for which
I possess the high score.
For now.
You seem threatened. No, I'm not.
I'm, uh, hungry.
Are there any egg bagels left?
Uh... hey, boss.
Linda. LINDA: Hi,
Walter.
Uh, no bomb this time.
Just me.
Uh, what are you...
Doing here unannounced?
In a bold and possibly embarrassing move?
Yes.
Um...
...can we talk in private?
Oh, yeah.
Um, sure.
So...
is everything okay?
Yes.
Well, kind of.
Um... it's just...
I have been thinking about you.
A lot.
Oh.
I feel like I didn't give you a fair shot.
Especially after
you went ahead and saved my life and all.
It was my fault that you were in danger.
I was just acting responsibly.
And now... I am, too.
I am taking responsibility
for saying "no" to a date
with a great guy.
Unless you'd like to call it a... a "joint social endeavor,"
in which case,
we could go on one of those?
This is a pleasant surprise,
because the truth is,
I considered it a statistical improbability
that I would ever see you again.
So...
I'm glad that the odds did not play out.
(video game beeping)
SYLVESTER (laughing): New high score!
(laughing)
What is happening in there?
Another statistical improbability.
So... call me?
I will... call you.
Yes. Okay.
That was interesting.
I'm hungry. Are there any egg bagels left?
Did she come by for a date?
Yes. Yeah, she did.
I believe she thinks I'm... dynamite.
Don't use humor on the date, 'cause you're not funny.
Otherwise, this is a good thing.
Paige and Tim seem to be getting along
and you should have someone you get along with as well.
Makes it easier to let go of Paige.
Sorry, "let go"?
She's not mine to let go.
We're friends. We're co-workers.
Oh, that's right. That's my mistake.
I keep forgetting, 'cause of the way
you look, feel and talk about her.
Ralph, you missed everything.
Tim set the new high score
on Proton Arnold
and Walter just got asked out on a date.
Sorry. I'm just finishing
my coding project for my college course.
Check it out.
(static plays over speakers)
Um, all I hear is white noise.
It's what you can't hear
that's important. It's sending data.
(laughs) Wow.
11 years old.
That is unbelievable.
I gotta get to physical therapy for my back shrapnel,
but I will see you guys in about an hour.
There's something encoded in the static?
It's more advanced than that.
It uses apexes and troughs of sound waves
to transmit data at rates millions of times faster
than any available software.
The entire Library of Congress in 5.9 seconds.
Unbelievable.
And the final presentation's today?
At 3:00.
But first, he has his spelling test
at his regular school.
It's like sending Seabiscuit to give pony rides.
Normal kids at normal school, then college classes.
That was the deal, right?
Carpool's gonna be here any second.
Get your stuff together.
I just saw Linda out in the parking lot.
Please tell me there isn't another bomb in here. TOBY: Nope.
She came by for something potentially more disastrous.
Thanks you for the support.
Who's this?
Gang, this is John Pandova,
retired Marine.
He'd like to retain our services
for a case of utmost importance.
PANDOVA: I've been with the Defense
POW/MIA Accounting Agency for 13 years now.
We are charged with locating and retrieving
the remains of fallen U.S. military personnel
from around the globe.
Now, our mission statement is simple:
We don't rest until they are home.
Well, you do incredible work, Mr. Pandova.
How can Scorpion help?
Well, it has to do with this.
It was found just outside
the city of Pleiku, Vietnam.
The item was uncovered by a construction company
that was clearing a site
for a factory build.
Now, we believe they belong to a Marine patrol
that went missing in that area.
The patrol's radio died on July 24, 1971,
just after a brutal firefight
from which none of our men returned.
There were ten Marines MIA?
Yeah, and now there are ten families
counting on me for closure.
So you know the general location,
you have some evidence that the remains might be there,
so what's the issue?
The issue is I can't get approval for excavation
without more specific evidence.
Could be something as simple as a dog tag
from a solider that we knew to be there.
Now we have a better shot than ever before
of bringing these men home,
but it is slipping away by the minute.
SYLVESTER: Don't tell me they're still trying
to build the factory on this site?
Even though the U.S. and Vietnam are working together,
there's still corruption at the local level.
Favors have been granted,
palms have been greased,
and now I'm looking at a ticking clock.
How long until they get back to building?
Two days.
I'm sorry, I thought you said "two days." Yeah.
We just found this ammo belt last week
and the construction company wants no delays.
They're pushing hard to move forward.
CABE: If they build a factory on that spot,
we may never know if the remains are there.
HAPPY: I understand the time pressure,
but we're not archaeologists.
Archaeologists look into the past;
I need people who can see into the future.
We use ground-imaging technology
and radar, but our equipment is slow, inefficient.
We need people who can quickly accelerate
the efficacy of our equipment.
So if we can enhance
the traditional ground-scanning equipment,
we can get you definitive proof
that the remains are on that site.
Yeah, that's all I need. I know what's down there.
What's necessary is getting the right pictures of it.
"Need"? "Necessary"?
Your unequivocal word choice is telling.
This isn't a standard case for you.
As I said, we have limited time.
I know,
but I think there's another reason.
You've got mild prognathism,
a protrusion of the mandible.
Some people call that
a square jaw.
Your father had that, too.
I wasn't going to mention it
because this is much bigger than just me.
But the truth is, my mom has been
waiting 45 years for him to come home.
Now she's sick.
She has six months to live, give or take,
and I need to do this for her.
But with the red tape,
it can take up to a decade
to bring a body home.
Not with our help.
We'd be honored to assist you.
Thank you.
I'll get the plane ready at Burbank.
You seem concerned about something.
Yeah, um...
I'm just a bit confused
why taking on this case
was a foregone conclusion to you.
You don't think recovering military personnel
is worthy of our time?
I didn't say that.
I was talking about the logic of taking on this matter.
PAIGE: Walt, people lost family.
Have you forgotten how you felt when Megan passed?
I felt awful.
Because I missed who she was, not what she was.
Her organic material meant nothing to me.
I kept her ashes
in a coffee can in my glove box.
And that's messed up, Walt.
Son, regular people need to get a sense of closure
when they say good-bye to a loved one.
They need something to say good-bye to.
If you can't grasp that now,
maybe someday you will.
In the meantime,
we need to ship out.
Blank dog tags? HAPPY: Yep.
By programming their properties into our software,
we're telling it what to look for underground.
It's how we'll avoid getting false positives
off, say, an old soda can.
Toby, belt buckle.
One Vietnam-era Marine belt buckle, coming up.
Oh, uh, Homeland's gonna have to reimburse me
for this Army/Navy store bill, by the way.
Fine.
You got a 25-tool Swiss Army Knife on here.
It's not exactly era-appropriate.
But it's really cool.
You're paying for it.
PANDOVA: You mind explaining
the designs on your tablet?
Yeah, the magnetic susceptibility meter
and the magnetometer
will locate our underground evidence.
And this is gonna photograph it.
TIM: Ground Penetrating Radar?
HAPPY: But not like you've ever seen it.
I've goosed it to go dual frequency at 1,000 megahertz
by adding a second antenna.
All of that, and this DSP chip...
only way we can get imaging
of subterranean data with 100% clarity.
Subterranean.
That's just like
Walt's Proton Arnold score,
buried deep under Tim's new record.
That's very clever, Toby.
You know what? If Dr. Rizzuto was here,
he would say that your behavior is...
Yeah, well, Dr. Rizzuto's not here.
You know who is?
The guy who beat your high score.
PAIGE: Would you both please knock it off?
I am trying to talk to Ralph.
Are you ready for your presentation?
RALPH: I am.
But why'd you have to have Sylvester
stay back and watch me?
Because he can do software support from the garage
and we won't be back till tomorrow,
and he doesn't charge and babysitters do-- why?
You love Sylvester.
I do.
But he's very enthusiastic.
It's a packed house!
I am so excited for your presentation.
I can see.
All right, everyone, I think we should all buckle in.
Okay, honey, I need to go.
I love you. Good luck.
Whoa!
It's getting a little bumpy.
PILOT: Uh, looking at bad weather
from here all the way to Da Nang.
Just stay seated till we're through it.
Ah, well, good thing Sylvester isn't here.
This turbulence would freak him out.
CABE: You think it's bumpy up here,
wait until you get on a road in the Vietnam jungle.
Hey.
I heard what Toby said earlier,
and it's just a video game.
I'm not trying to compete with you.
I just want to be an asset
to the team as long as I'm here.
I know there's no competition.
When we get there, we better move fast.
I don't like the looks of this storm.
Forget the storm-- I don't like the look of those guys.
(indistinct chatter)
PANDOVA: What the hell?
What's with all the work? We still got two days!
I didn't think you were coming. You late.
We have much work to do.
We had weather delays, but we're here now.
I have invested much capital into building
water and CO2 lines out here
into the jungle. I'm not gonna have you
cost me any more money!
Okay, excuse me, sir, uh, me...
Uh, I got this.
Wow, even you don't speak Vietnamese.
Well, I could in an hour.
Hey!
(shouts in Vietnamese)
Okay, good.
Let's get set up.
Cabe and Tim handle the tent.
And let's get the equipment ready.
Storm's kicking up.
(wind whistling)
Whoa, nice catch.
No worries.
The case!
Winds caught the tent! Stake it down!
That chip is the key to the mission!
Here, Toby!
My side's secure!
Mine, too!
Okay, got everything?
I think so.
This storm was not on our radar.
(phone ringing) Literally.
Oh.
Sly?
Guys, there's a storm headed your way.
After I heard the turbulence on your flight,
I jumped onto some weather sites.
How bad?
Just got upgraded to a category-two storm.
Should reach category three within two hours
with winds up to 115, 120 miles per hour.
We're in the valley.
The gusts will blow right through the site.
Yeah, because of the valley's tight topography,
the effects of the storm will be severely amplified.
We got to be out of there before that happens.
TOBY: Just to recap--
we came here to do two years worth of work in two days.
(thunder crashes)
And now we only have two hours.
♪ ♪
Hey, Happy, I'm up and running over here.
How goes it with you?
Ready, I just need to insert the DSP chip.
Oh, no, no, no, no!
It must've been broken when the wind
tossed the case across the site.
What does that mean for us?
It means we can't get any imaging on anything underground.
We're useless without it.
TOBY: Guys, I don't want to be the quitter here,
but if we can't do what we came here to do,
I say we hurry back to the city and hunker down in a secure...
No, I'm finishing what I started!
Respectfully, John, we're kind of neutered without the chip.
Is there a hospital nearby?
Ultrasound machines run on similar imaging technology.
They might have the kind of chip that we need.
It's not gonna be perfect, but it will do. There's no hospitals,
but I know the area-- there's a nursing home
five miles away. I can take you there.
I'll come. Okay.
Um, Walter can a little brusque.
We want hospital administrators giving us
their equipment, not calling the cops.
Don't look so down, buddy.
Have you ever got a failing grade?
(stammers) Don't be ridiculous.
Thanks.
Oh, no, hey, hey, Ralph.
What you coded was incredibly advanced.
Your professor just couldn't follow it.
People often reject what they can't understand.
Like my Super Fun Guy opera.
(alarm rings)
What's that?
I remotely set up the computers
to track the weather in Vietnam.
Oh, no!
This is not good.
Uh, hi, guys?
Sly, are you on comms?
Yes.
And I have bad news.
The storm is
going to reach category three sooner than I thought.
That does not surprise me.
Okay, stay in communication. We got our hands full.
We might need you.
Hello?
Hello, do you speak English?
Yes, but I cannot help you right now.
The storm started an electrical fire.
We cannot put it out.
We have to evacuate these people to safety.
We won't slow you down.
We need the DSP chip from one of your ultrasounds.
What? It's only a loan.
We need it for our GPR imaging system that I designed, so--
Walter, my turn. We're working with the Vietnamese government
to locate the remains of U.S. servicemen.
This chip will help our device see underground.
Please, there are
people back home waiting for their loved ones.
Yeah, uh, inside. Second door on the right.
Okay, thank you.
But be careful!
There's a lot of smoke in there!
(speaking Vietnamese)
What does he say?
Uh, he's repeating "spectre."
WALTER: Come on, come on!
We don't have time for this. We got to go.
Here, let me help you get them on board.
Here, I'll hold this.
(coughing)
Over here!
Over here.
Okay.
So we just need to figure out a way
how to open up the casing, so we can access the chip.
Hey...
Open.
Yeah, that'll do.
All right, let's go.
(indistinct chatter)
Sir, that's it! You're not gonna fit any more!
I can't just leave the others here.
I won't get back before the storm
gets too dangerous for them.
(all clamoring)
PAIGE: The roof tiles are flying off!
I think it's already too dangerous for them.
(coughing)
Paige, I got the chip. We have to hurry.
Walter, we can't abandon these people.
We're not abandoning them.
Their doctors are with them.
The doctors can't help.
The storm snuck up on everybody.
They're not prepared.
We cannot drive off.
We need to get them in a building with a basement.
We can use our vehicle and take multiple trips.
WALTER: This isn't the city.
I studied this region on the plane.
It's a flood zone.
You don't build basements in flood zones.
You can't get them underground.
Uh, are there tunnels nearby?
(speaking in Vietnamese)
There are tunnels just over the hill.
(man continues speaking in Vietnamese)
Sealed with aluminum covers.
You start heading for the hillside.
I'll catch up. Wait, where are you going?
To get as many thermometers from the nursing home as I can
before it burns down! (coughing)
Hold it steady.
Kind of hard when you're rigging a baby-jogger
in gale-force winds.
Oh, my hat! Hey!
Hey, both hands on the wheel!
And besides, I can take a break from that hat.
Me and the hat are a package deal.
Not anymore.
CABE: Just heard from Walter!
He's behind schedule. What?
We got to set this up, do a scan and get out of here!
Can't do that without that imaging chip!
Seems like they ran into some people in trouble.
No, we're people in trouble.
(shouting in Vietnamese)
WALTER: Yeah, the doctor was right!
They bolted a thick,
industrial aluminum cover into the frame.
PAIGE: We don't have Happy
or her tools to get those bolts off.
We don't need tools.
We got thermometers.
What the heck is he doing?
Uh, it's been my experience to-to wait a beat.
He eventually explains himself.
Now, recently, as a non-toxic
alternative to mercury, manufacturers started
using a combination of gallium, indium
and tin in thermometers.
See, you don't always know what he's saying,
but he explains himself.
The gallium breaks down
the bonds of aluminum,
so you can do this.
See?
(speaking in Vietnamese)
They'll be safe in there?
Yeah, the storm will pass right over them.
(speaks Vietnamese)
What is this man's problem with me?
What does it matter?
We need to get back to the excavation site
so we're not in our car,
out in the open when the full storm hits.
Just hang on! What is he saying?
Spectre again?
(speaks Vietnamese) He thinks you're an apparition!
An apparition?
He said he saw you decades ago!
PAIGE: Do you think he means
your father?
Look.
Do you recognize him?
(speaks Vietnamese) This is you.
No, my father!
My cha!
Cha? Yes.
Do you recognize him?
(speaking in Vietnamese)
He said your father brave.
He never forgot him.
Soldiers don't forget the faces of those they've killed.
There was a battle.
(speaks Vietnamese) Your father died a hero's death
in a stand of white pines in the nearby valley.
(speaks Vietnamese)
He say he's sorry.
He was just a boy.
Tell him he was drafted to fight.
Just like my father.
Tell him there is no forgiveness necessary.
Uh, we really need to go now if we're gonna find the remains
before that storm hits the construction site.
(speaking Vietnamese)
Let's go!
(engine starting Power's up!
We're ready to go!
Uh, no, we're not, not until we get that chip!
We need Walt!
Speak of the devil.
I got it!
Let's go!
(low pulsing chirp)
(thunder crashing)
WALTER: They're almost at the edge of the third grid.
Well, for someone who just met and forgave
the man who killed his father, he seems to be doing okay.
(thunder crashes)
I don't know how he's keeping it together.
In the military, you learn to hold your emotions in check--
you need to be on point-- but when the time is right,
you need to acknowledge and process those feelings,
or they will eat you alive.
That's exactly what I've been trying to teach this team.
You get any hits?
No, G4 grid is clear, move on to G5.
Happy, direct the radar at section G5.
Stay in the area where the white pines stood,
where that man saw my father.
Please. G5 is part of the white pine area.
You have to let me do my job. CABE: Listen, John,
the storm's almost on us, and we're still coming up short.
You can go, but I'm not leaving.
Not now that I know my father's here.
Okay, if this guy refuses to budge,
there's a good chance he's gonna be spending eternity
in this valley with his father.
We can't let his grief cloud his judgment.
(beeping)
Uh, we got something.
Oh, we got a hit.
Happy, focus the radar on the upper-left quadrant.
Oh, those are shell casings from an M-14,
and that's the tip of a rifle bayonet.
Is that dog tags?
PANDOVA: Uh, that's exactly what we need.
Something that shows my father's platoon was here.
Is-is still here.
Sharpening focus.
Does that say "O-V-A"?
"Ova," as in "Pandova."
Congratulations, son, you got your proof.
No one's gonna be digging on this site now.
SYLVESTER: Mother Nature might have something to say about that.
The storm is not category three anymore.
TOBY: Something tells me
you're not gonna say it's turned into a spring shower.
SYLVESTER: Sadly, I am not.
It is now a concentrated supercell storm,
and it's brought along an F4 tornado
that is headed straight for you.
(thunder rumbles)
A tornado?
Well, if you're right, where's the rain?
Likely, a mile away in another part of the supercell.
Tornado just touched down in the same valley as you.
Currently three miles out.
Path width, a mile.
A mile-wide tornado?
Mom, I want you to get out of there.
SYLVESTER: Calculations say if you leave right now, (thunder crashes)
you will barely beat the twister and make it to the city in time.
Okay, everybody, take the laptops and the data.
That's the proof that we need to stop the construction.
Just keep the radar equipment behind.
Pandova, we need to move!
I grew up in Oklahoma, I know what a tornado this size can do.
Which is why we have to move.
This twister will rip up earth five-feet deep,
destroy the remains, scatter them up to 20 miles,
and it never ends, no one gets closure.
If we stay, our lives get closure.
I understand the pain you're feeling right now.
All we can do is save ourselves,
which is why we have to move now.
SYLVESTER: About that, the funnel ground speed
has just increased to 15 miles per hour.
Your window for safe departure has closed.
You said we could get out of here.
Yes, you could have, but that was before the ground speed
increased to 15 miles per hour.
Now, mathematically,
there is no way for you to get out of that valley in time.
That's fantastic. So we're dead.
Don't be so negative.
Stating facts is not negativity.
We're in a valley with no protection
and an F3 tornado bearing down on us.
Actually, F4. TOBY: Super.
Since we can't control the weather, we're toast.
Not necessarily.
Theoretically, we might be able to do just that.
Do just what?
Control the weather.
Uh, I think we've lost Walt.
He's officially nuts.
Okay, so a tornado needs hot air to exist, right?
Without it, it's done for.
So we just need to cool the air.
In case you haven't noticed, it's 80 degrees in the jungle.
Ah-huh, but we're in the valley.
Look.
We're here.
Now, according to Sly, the tornado is currently here
and moving toward us.
So if we can somehow cool the air that is feeding the funnel,
specifically the rear flank downdraft,
by 15 degrees, then we can go from twister
to very severe windstorm.
Excuse me, God Complex, how exactly do you plan
on making it cold in Vietnam?
Dry ice. Remember, the owner said he had built CO2 lines
out here for his factory's infrastructure?
Yeah, but how do you turn CO2 into dry ice?
Easy. Back in the orphanage,
I'd shoot fire extinguishers into a pillowcase,
seal it up tight, CO2 turns into dry ice in seconds,
then you can use it all kinds of ways to get back at mean girls.
She's right, except for the revenge part.
CABE: Have to assume we're gonna need
more than a pillowcase worth of the stuff.
Okay, so dry ice has a latent heat of sublimation
of 571 kilojoules per kilogram.
So about ten pounds absorbs
2,590 kilojoules of heat.
Walter, what's the answer?
At least six cubic meters.
That's 12,156 pounds.
Which is why we're stealing those construction trucks.
Our version of the pillowcase
are those dumpster bags out there.
Assuming we make 12,000 pounds of this stuff,
will we just leave it out there for the curbside pickup? Yes.
Here, here and here.
TOBY: So we drop ice at intervals
to give maximum cold exposure to the spinning cloud.
That's only half as gonzo as it sounds.
CABE: Well, if this could work,
why don't they do it in Kansas?
It doesn't work with the flat
topography of the Midwest.
We're in a valley,
so we know exactly where the tornado is headed.
It's trapped.
Okay, Cabe, Happy, Toby and Tim.
Go commandeer the trucks.
Pandova, download the data that we found
and e-mail it to a U.S. server, so we can preserve your evidence
in case we don't make it out of here.
Stay here.
Right, Sylvester, Ralph.
We need real-time data.
That is, wind velocity, core temperature.
We need to know how fast and how close that tornado is
at all times, so hack a government weather satellite.
There will be at least a ten-second delay
if I get that information from a satellite.
Ten seconds can mean life or death.
We need instantaneous information.
I can't provide that.
Ralph can. Ralph, you need to link
your software program to the satellite.
Now, if it can transfer
the Library of Congress in 5.9 seconds,
then it can get us satellite data in real time.
RALPH: I don't think that's a good idea.
My professor failed me. WALTER: Who cares?
Y-your professor is a human, you are a genius.
Now, I have faith in your mind, but if you don't,
there is no point in you having your ability.
Ralph? I can do it.
Hey, need your truck!
Listen, you can't outrun the storm!
(shouting in Vietnamese)
I just got word from my aunt
that she was rescued from a nursing home
by a group of Americans.
I assume it was your team?
It was, and we can save you and your men if you trust us,
but we need to get your trucks
and a map of the CO2 line you built.
Toby, Tim, I sent you maps marked
with the CO2 valve locations.
Got it!
Yeah, I'm looking at it now, Walt.
Sylvester, Ralph, status.
The tornado's core temp is 81.
The wind velocity is 240 miles per hour.
and the ground speed is staying steady at 15.
That gives you 11 minutes to get the ice in place.
The data has no delay.
Absolutely accurate.
CABE: Yeah, so far, so good!
Bag's filling up with dry ice!
Same here!
We've got dry ice! It's working!
Um, Walter,
I'd really like to make the ice delivery now if we can.
Guys, the funnel is massive.
We need to get every ounce of the ice
up into it as soon as possible.
We see it. We're almost at the ice drop.
We're already in position!
Let 'er rip, Tim!
First batch of dry ice is down.
Good, the uplift design of the wind swirl
will vacuum your ice first.
Now get out of that area so you don't get sucked up with it.
I'm unwrapping our present as we speak with my Swiss Army knife.
Business expense. Take that, Cabe.
HAPPY: I know it's illogical, but my reptilian brain
is telling me we need to find someplace safe.
WALTER: There is no place safe.
The best you can do is head back to the construction site.
Now, if the dry ice doesn't work,
you'll at least have gained a few minutes
before you're sucked into the tornado.
Thanks, Walter.
You're always a source of comfort.
Incoming!
Toby just made a sarcastic comment,
and you didn't respond. What's wrong?
I didn't realize this pickup was such a heap.
I can't get it over 62 miles per hour.
The calculations regarding the drop spot
assumed a faster speed.
Won't get there in time?
You will get there in time to drop off the ice,
but the problem is the tornado will be arriving simultaneously.
So when the ice gets sucked up in the sky,
you guys will be, too?
No, there's not enough time to stop the truck, unload it,
get back in and then turn around.
Paige, I'll slow down, you need to jump out.
Absolutely not.
Paige, please, listen to him and get out of there!
I am not letting him drive this truck
right into a tornado. Hold on.
We might not have to.
Happy, what is the max cable tension of this tailgate?
About 4,200 pounds, but I strongly advise against
what I think you're about to try. WALTER: Well, it's either that,
or we become flying storm debris.
Now, Sly, I have over 4,000 pounds of ice
in the bed of a 5,000-pounds truck.
Going 62 towards a tornado a quarter mile away
heading back at you at 15 miles per hour.
You know, actually...
the tornado's winds are slowing
and its temperature is dropping, which makes me think
Happy's ice was lifted into the twister
along with Cabe's.
But it is still deadly and will remain so
until you can get your ice up into it
to lower its temperature.
I know the risks; I need the numbers.
How long do we have?
Keep your gas pedal floored and get ready
to make your move in exactly nine seconds.
What move?
You're gonna want to buckle in.
I am buckled in!
Then you're gonna want to hold on!
Ready in six, five...
Four...
Three...
Come on, kid! WALTER: Two...
one!
PAIGE: It's working!
The ice is getting sucked up into the funnel.
But it's right behind us.
Yeah, we're going four times as fast
as the tornado and the air temp's gonna drop
and it's not gonna be a tornado
much longer.
(truck engine rattling)
Hey. Hey!
Hey!
(engine rattling)
(engine dies)
(Walter sighs)
(engine sputters)
Come on.
The truck broke down.
I think that move was way too much for it.
Yeah, we're not going four times
as fast as the storm any more, Walter.
We're going zero. Zero is bad.
Not good. Walt, you guys gotta get out of there!
Let's go! Walt!
Over there!
It's almost on us!
You know what? We can't get away.
So we're gonna buckle your arm to the tree!
It'll hold you down. What about you?
You can't just stay here.
Walter! Oh!
Hold on, hold on, hold on!
Walter!
(grunts)
(screaming)
Ah! Ah!
I can't hold on!
(wind howling) I've got you!
(grunting, gasping)
Mom, hold on!
Sly, what are we looking at?
The wind swirl is dropping, but it is still strong.
Letting go now would definitely still be fatal.
How long?
Winds drop to mere category three levels in six seconds.
(screams)
Walter! I've got you!
I'm not gonna let you go!
♪ ♪
Ah!
(grunts)
(coughs) TOBY (over comms): Walter?
Paige?
Yeah, we're here. We're still here.
It's over.
The cold air killed the tornado.
Ha!
(exhales, laughs)
Uh-huh. You okay?
Yeah. Bad hair day, but I'm okay.
(chuckles)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪ (Walter speaks indistinctly)
WALTER: ...belt, the last items.
We have dog tags, era-appropriate weaponry,
skeletal remains.
MIA status no more.
Thank you for staying to do more imaging.
Especially after all that you guys went through.
I know it's important to you, and to others,
to get the closure that you... feel you need.
♪ Miles away... ♪
So I just spoke to the final family,
told them their loved ones are coming home.
They send their thanks.
That's nice to hear.
♪ ♪
(exhales)
So, question.
On the plane,
you talked to Pandova about closure.
Mm-hmm.
Were you just pretending to understand
why it's important to them?
I understand the level of importance to some.
I just don't understand
why it's important.
So I guess I was pretending a little.
John?
Hey, Mom.
Everyone, this is my mom.
Mrs. Pandova, it's an honor to meet you, ma'am.
Thank you.
Hello.
PANDOVA: Hey, Mom.
I think Dad would
want you to have these.
Oh...
I'm gonna bring him home, Mom.
Thanks to... everyone here.
Oh...
I've waited so long.
(crying)
Thank you.
♪ ♪
(crying) CABE: All right. I'll, uh...
I'll show you to your car.
I understand closure now.
Imagine that woman, all these years,
keeping hope alive, never re-marrying.
What is that?
Backup hat.
I keep 'em stashed all over the garage.
Hey, uh, theoretically,
if, uh, you and I were hitched
and that tornado had sent me off to Oz,
would you carry a torch
or just shack up with
the next deadly, gorgeous shrink that crossed your path?
If you must know, I wouldn't.
But only because
it would be impossible to find someone
that annoys the heck out of me like you do.
I'm gonna take that.
Oh, and, um, for the record,
that theoretical marriage thing?
You should, uh, you should chew on that for a while.
He stole it! PAIGE: What? Who?
Who stole what, honey?
Ralph's professor.
The California College of Science and Engineering
put out a press release
touting Ralph's software as his own.
He stole Ralph's idea!
He didn't fail me because it was faulty.
He wanted it for himself. He knew its value.
Well, we can't let him get away with this.
We'll hire the best lawyer in L.A.
Best intellectual property lawyer?
Specializing in software coding?
Not without a quarter-million dollar retainer.
This is the underdog getting picked on all over again.
And I know someone who can definitely relate to this.
♪ ♪
HEYWOOD: Has anything terrible ever happened to you?
Car accident?
You want Ralph to hire Heywood "Jahelpme"?
He's a misfit, he's one of us.
Plus, he'll do it for free.
He just really wants to win a case.
I like that he fights for the little guy.
All right.
Guess we have ourselves a lawyer.
Yes? Hey.
I just wanted to say
I've been in the field before with some real brave risk-takers
and you... you can go toe to toe with any of 'em.
Well, um, when you calculate the odds,
the risks aren't so risky.
No, you drove towards a tornado.
There's no equation that makes that safe.
Look, point is,
I was blown away.
Well, we all were blown away.
It was a major windstorm.
It's... that's humor.
That's funny.
Uh, look, you want to grab a meal?
I would.
But I, um...
I should really call that woman who came by earlier.
Linda. Right? Yeah.
Seems like a catch.
Yes.
You know, I figure, logically,
if I have the opportunity to have dinner
with a smart, beautiful, kind woman,
then I would be a fool not to.
Yeah. I agree.
All right.
Have a good time, boss.
Not your boss, 'cause you're not on the team.
(speed dialing)
(line ringing)
Hi! You've reached Linda.
I'm out and about, so leave a message.
(beeps)
Hi, uh, uh, Linda, this is Walter...
O'Brien...
Uh, you came by my place of work the, uh, other day
to talk about a date,
so I'm just, um, calling you...
up to arrange the... the date.
So I look forward to discussing that with, uh, you.
Okay. Uh, bye.
(exhales)
Everyone else is gone?
Yeah.
All took off.
And I am actually going to meet with Paige.
Paige... and-and you?
Yeah, I took your advice.
I have the opportunity to have dinner
with a smart, kind,
beautiful woman,
and I'd be a fool not to go for it, right?
So I asked if she and Ralph
would like to hit that diner around the corner, um...
Kovelsky's?
Yes. That's the one.
You know, I did notice your concern
when Paige wouldn't exit my vehicle during the storm.
So... you like her?
Well...
I... find her intriguing.
Okay, good.
Well, you have a nice, uh, time.
Okay.
(door opens, closes)
♪ ♪
(cascading tones)
(beeping)