Scorpion (2014–2018): Season 3, Episode 7 - We're Gonna Need a Bigger Vote - full transcript
On election day, someone tries to create turmoil in the U.S. presidential election, and Team Scorpion is called to investigate.
Zia-Aman
I'm Ralph Dineen,
and for my civics project,
I'm interviewing average
American voters on Election Day.
Sir, I'm researching
what issues
concern
the average American.
I'm not an American
yet and if I was,
my IQ makes me
well above average.
Seriously?
This is for a grade.
Oh, right.
Well, if I were a citizen,
my concern would be
how slow the Patent
and Trademark Office is.
I've been waiting for approval
on several of my inventions
for some time.
You see, I've created
multiple, unique innovations
that will ultimately shape
the course of...
No one likes your inventions.
Come here, Ralphy.
Get me on camera.
Cameraman, new subject.
And here we have someone
who's been voting
for almost a half a century.
Not relevant.
Now the issue
that concerns me
is technology.
For example,
the other day,
I was trying to get
Happy's Wi-Fi thermostat
to work.
A child can use it.
Wrong.
So, I called Toby
to help me with it.
He had me shout 72 degrees
into that thing over and over
and it never kicked in,
did it, Doc?
What?
Thermostat isn't
voice-activated.
I screamed into that crap pile
for 20 minutes.
Not everything's improved
by technology, Ralphy.
My top issue on Election Day:
surveillance.
The bad guys
watch our every move,
but who watches the watchers?
You're what my teacher
calls the crackpot vote.
Check it out.
Titanium crib,
hydraulic lifts...
...dozens of pinhole,
fiber-optic cameras
that line the frame.
They're pointing out,
not at the baby. What, do you
plan on watching daddy?
I want to make sure
you don't drop it.
You're worried about me?
You just referred
to our child as "it."
Hey, and speaking of the
fetus-I-can't-wait-to-meet-us,
when is your overdue
prenatal checkup?
It's this afternoon
and it's not overdue.
I'm at three weeks,
within standard time frame.
Yeah, this seems personal.
Should I stop filming?
I'll tell you
when to stop filming.
Eminent domain law.
That's what concerns me.
I am researching
the subject now.
Our government
has draconian seizure power.
What, no follow up?
I'm just shocked
I got a real answer.
Last night,
during a spirited bout
of Fantasies and Frolics,
a-a role-playing
imagination game...
Shut it down.
My wizardry coven...
The Knights of West Altadenia,
learned that
the comic book store
where we convene...
Merlin's Credenza?
The Warlock's Chest,
thank you kindly.
Our beloved lair
has been marked for destruction
in order to make space
for a big-box hardware store
to be built.
Sweet.
Cheaper tools.
Happy!
The Warlock's Chest
is a haven
for the socially challenged.
Some people
vote their pocketbook.
I vote my comic book.
And I will support
any politician
that will rein in
eminent domain abuse.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Lots of people
voting before work.
Thanks for watching Ralph.
- How'd the civics project go?
- Awful.
I got to go edit this crap pile.
Uh, where did he
learn a word like that?
See you got your dress
for the Veteran's Ball.
Uh, and Ralph's suit, too.
Oh, uh, thanks again
for asking him to come.
Oh, I wouldn't think
of going without him.
Actually, we might have
a little more company.
Really? Who?
My... parents
are in L.A.
for a few days
and they were wondering if they
could come to the event as well.
Oh, to the, um,
to the ball?
Yeah.
I mean, listen, if it's
weird or something, then,
- Oh, it's not weird, it's not weird.
- I mean...
they're just in town...
No, I totally get it.
It'll be, it'll be fun.
Great.
Okay, I will let them know.
In the meantime, I should
go help Ralph edit.
He is a demanding boss.
Ooh, wow.
Introducing our Ms. Dineen
to Mom and Dad
is quite the bold move
by Timothy.
It's quite bold, indeed.
I am really not
looking for commentary.
I didn't meet Megan's parents
until after I married her.
Speaking of marriage,
chew on these
sociological stats.
You know, over half of those
who have a formal meeting
with their paramour's parents
past the age of 29
wind up engaged.
And 82%
of those folk take the plunge.
Marriage?!
It's just a dance.
A dance down
the aisle.
And since married people
under 40 have children
at a 66% clip,
the question is not
"are you ready
to meet the parents?"
It's "are you ready
for another bambino?"
What?!
Guys, Paige is bright.
She wouldn't allow something
as trivial as a-a dance
to determine the course
of her life.
So, perhaps, we butt out?
Thank you, Walter.
You're welcome.
Besides, we don't even know
if Paige and Tim
have been intimate yet.
Oh, my God.
Excuse me.
- Is Cabe Gallo here?
- Oh, great.
A case. Hopefully,
the world's about to explode
so we can end this conversation.
I'm Gallo.
You FBI?
Agent Backheim.
This is Agent Hart,
Agent Govelli.
White House sent us
on an extremely urgent matter.
What's going on?
Sorry, Mr. O'Brien, but
you were recently flagged
by U.S. Citizenship
and Immigration Services as
a person of interest and as such
you can't be involved
in this case.
Preposterous.
He's worked
on dozens of
government cases.
All before being suspected
of citizenship fraud.
- Linehan.
- We just found out
about this on our way here.
Frankly, we would prefer to have
Scorpion at full strength,
but we don't have time
to negotiate
Mr. O'Brien's inclusion.
We need to move...
ASAP.
Sorry, Agents
Backside, Fart
and Go-smell-me.
Backheim, Hart, Govelli.
Scorpion's a team.
You don't break up
The Beatles,
so go pound sand.
The president personally
asked for your team.
He expects cooperation.
This is
from the big man himself.
You need to
take this job
if Scorpion's ever gonna get
another government
gig again.
Would be good to know
what the gig is.
Not with Mr. O'Brien here,
and I can't waste any more time
on this issue.
We just learned
about the situation
in question 90 minutes ago
and it's acute.
This is absurd.
Take the job.
- I'll be fine.
- Good.
And to make sure you stay
that way, Agent Hart will remain
with you here to make sure
that you're not tempted
to jump on your computer
or contact your team
in any way.
But if he does,
you'll shoot him?
No, we'll shoot
the computer.
Your cell phone.
And the comm
we're well aware your
team is prone to use.
You can follow
us to the location.
It's not far.
We'll fill you in
when we get there.
Um, Ralph's school
is closed due to the election,
so can you watch him?
Oh, of course, yeah.
Good luck.
It's so weird you
can't come with.
Government is shady.
I told you we need
to watch the watchers.
All right, let me guess.
You want us to help
unpack these containers?
Your task involves a
different kind of storage.
Have you ever heard
of Penter Counting Systems
out of Silicon Beach?
Penter?
Like the voting machine
I used this morning?
Exactly.
Penter supplies all U.S.
electronic voting machines.
Tabulations are stored
on massive servers
that are currently
running at 35% slower
than they're capable.
We can't have
anything go wrong
with the election tallies,
so we need you to fix it.
I read in the paper
that this is
the first election year
where all votes,
nationwide, will be
calculated on one system.
In the paper?
When? On the way
to the soda fountain
to get an egg cream?
Yes. The Election Commission
decided to streamline
the process.
Well, that's the problem.
There's a huge amount of data
hitting the system today.
It's overheating,
that's why it's slowing down.
Well, that is a problem
because by this afternoon,
as is customary,
Eastern Kentucky polls are gonna
start reporting their results.
The rest of the
states will follow.
Any additional data
will slow the server even more,
maybe crash it.
Which we can't have since
the server contains
the winner of the election.
What I want to know is
why we're On the Waterfront.
Did you see that
picture, Cabe?
Or have you not
warmed up to talkies?
Cabe, the silent,
government man
would like us to enter
the dark container at
the back of the docks.
After you.
Server's down there.
Oh, cool.
An underwater data farm.
The ocean water's
cooling properties
regulate
the equipment's temperature.
And the motion of water
captures the hydrokinetic energy
as a backup power source.
And since Penter's just up
the coast on Silicon Beach,
there's no latency issue,
as data doesn't have to travel
far to get to the server.
Most importantly,
the data's hidden
just ten yards off the coast,
50 feet underwater.
Now if you'll follow me,
we need to find out why a server
in freezing water
is still overheating.
And do it fast.
The World Court will be ruling
next week on who controls
lucrative stretches
of new Arctic shipping lanes.
It's a priority
for the president
and something
he can only see through
if he wins today's hotly
contested election.
The president will be
in his home city
of Los Angeles
through the afternoon.
And in other news,
local voting precincts
are reporting long lines
as the public shows up
in record numbers
to cast their votes
for this 2016...
Let me borrow your tablet.
I got to know what
they're working on.
...he and the First Lady
will have cast their votes
while in Los Angeles today.
However, his public polling
place is not disclosed.
Hopefully, he won't be
in long lines
like everyone else
across the...
Bang!
You're busted.
Lucky I didn't shoot it.
Ooh.
You got in trouble.
50 digit code.
It'll take a moment.
I'm dying to sing
"Under The Sea" right now,
but I'm not, so there.
Maturity.
We're in.
Wow, this is amazing.
Ooh.
Ow, your server's got a fever.
What's wrong?
This server isn't overheating
from the data coming in.
It's from the data
going out.
There is a bug
on this server that
is effectively removing
the software that counts
and collates every single vote
that has been cast.
Oh, crap.
Someone is sucking the info
from this server.
And once whoever
planted the bug gets it,
they can change it
however they want
and then put it back in.
Are you saying someone's
trying to manipulate
the election?
No, they're not "trying."
They're doing it as we speak.
Sly, on a scale of
Milli Vanilli to Madoff:
how certain this is fraud?
Enron certain.
Oh, boy.
That's a lot of fraud.
The right to vote is sacrosanct
to the American psyche.
If vote tallies are corrupted,
the damage to our national
trust level will be...
Not good.
If people believe
that their vote
might be compromised,
they'll stop going to the polls.
We can't have that. A strong
nation is an engaged one.
We got to shut this down,
quietly.
I think I found a way to start.
I tracked the IP address
from where the malware
was initiated.
It's at the headquarters
of the ANC--
the American News Channel.
Maybe whoever did it
is still there.
Let's go!
What are you doing?
Solving Ulam's spiral.
The prime numbers
form diagonal lines.
No one knows why.
I think it denotes an inherent
order to the universe.
Speaking of order...
I need to know more about what
my team is doing.
I think I know
how we can find out.
But, I will need a partner.
Are you game?
I'm your man.
Perfect.
First, we'll need some supplies
for your science project.
I don't have
a science project due.
Well, you do now.
We appreciate you
allowing access
on such short notice,
Ms. Hampton.
When Homeland and the FBI call,
we try to accommodate.
You really think a hack was
perpetrated on our premises?
We don't think, we know.
It-it doesn't mean it
was an employee.
Could have been a visitor,
an outside contractor,
someone who snuck in...
Go for Backheim.
Yeah, I have to take this.
I'll be back.
Ms. Hampton, we're just looking
for digital bread crumbs.
We narrowed the IP address
to the eighth floor,
now we're just trying
to find the specific
Internet Wi-Fi node used.
Could give clues
to who did this.
Shouldn't take too long.
I am connected to the
ANC Wi-Fi now,
and I am scanning
every inch of the floor.
Don't worry, we'll find it.
Try not to act too excited.
Sylvester won't be happy.
That statue is limited edition.
Sylvester never got
benched by the president.
It sucks.
Now, we have to carefully
solder the diodes if
we're going to perfectly match
the frequency of the comms.
Quiet, here he comes.
What's all this?
You took his tablet,
so he can't edit
his civics project.
So, we turned to
science, unless a...
homemade radio is a threat.
He bought it.
This is fun.
We're just getting started.
Found it! The node that
the voting software
was downloaded from is along
the west wall of your floor.
I don't see anything here,
but set Dec and talking heads.
There.
It appears it was
downloaded by the node
at 7:13 this morning.
That means zilch if we
don't know who's downloading it.
Well, we're in a room
full of cameras
that are almost always
recording.
We find footage of this area
at 7:13, we got our perp.
Pardon me.
Ms. Hampton?
We're gonna need to see
some film from earlier today.
Excuse me?
It could help with
our investigation.
I'm sure it could.
But we're a news organization
that takes The First Amendment
quite seriously.
We don't hand over notes,
sources or even B-roll
to anyone without a subpoena.
Corporate policy, handed
down from the 12th floor suits.
You don't understand.
We have a situation...
That you can't win
without a court order.
So, if you please,
the president just did our
morning show
and I'll be working long after
the Electoral College
has gone to bed.
So there's no time to be polite
or political.
I can't help you.
That's it?
We're gonna let some
snob with expensive shoes
tell us we're done?
The presidency's on the line.
Maybe we should
find Backheim,
see if he's got a judge who can
hook us up with a subpoena.
Hold on. Paige's shoe
comment got me thinking.
Look at Miss Thing's footwear.
Band-Aid on the Achilles' heel
means shoes aren't broken in.
Late 20s means about six years
on the work force.
It's prime time for a promotion.
Those are new shoes for a
new position at ANC. Ooh--
you add four anxiety markers,
we got a doe-eyed greenhorn
that's ripe for manipulation.
Sly, hack ANC's
personnel records.
I want that young lady's name
and number.
Cabe, swipe the fork
from that cameraman's take-out.
What's your plan?
Well, we need to see film.
The only way they
open up their archives is if
they're desperate to put
something on air
other than the ranting nutbar
that's ruining their show.
Let me guess.
You're the nutbar?
Okay, we're filming in five!
Let's get the guests up here!
Hello?
Hi. Uh, this is Sue Dwyer,
I work for Mr. Titus Kincaid.
I-I hate to do this, but, um,
he's gonna miss filming today.
What? He's here.
He's on in minutes!
Yeah, well, he had to leave
family emergency,
but good news is
I have... Dr. Tobias Curtis
from Harvard available.
Who?
He's a...
world famous behaviorist.
Serious?
They never heard of me?
Stop it!
Great job, Paige.
I've picked up her phone signal
and spoofed it.
So all calls will
come to me now.
Speaking of which...
Hello?
ANC...
Hello, this is Titus Kincaid.
I'm supposed to be on now,
but my door is stuck.
Oh, I am terribly sorry
about that.
A maintenance crew will be
sent to you shortly.
Dr. Curtis is great.
And, uh, he lives
a few blocks away,
so I sent him over.
You're really killing me, here.
Hey!
Dr. Tobias Curtis,
here to dazzle your
television audience.
Okay. Control Room.
What now?
We wait for the doc
to do his thing.
Parents just landed?
Do you mind?
Kind of fast for the waitress
to be meeting ma and pa,
don't you think?
Happy, I'm gonna kill you.
We're on in three, two...
Welcome to
The Conversation Desk.
I'm Terry Hines.
On Election Day,
we have with us,
political strategist Monty Husk,
columnist Grace Gibson
and former Harvard professor,
Dr. Tobias Curtis.
Our first topic:
how will swing state voters
react to last...
Boring!
See? This is the problem.
Media just shovels sound bite
after sound bite at us,
while no one wants to talk about
the real game that's
being played!
Okay,
what game is that?
The two party system!
I haven't seen a system
this burnt-out
since my digestive system
on taco night!
I am calling for a return
to European Parliamentary
procedure.
40 parties,
no consensus,
just warring factions
forced to work together
to create ruling sects!
What, like Italy?
Wow.
He is really
pissing this host off.
He's got a gift.
They had an adult film star
in Parliament.
Yeah, that's 'cause my
paisans know how to party!
And how to say to their reps,
"You do a good job or
we'll replace you with anyone!"
Monty knows
what I'm talking about.
Shut up, Monty.
Okay, he's been
obnoxious enough.
Let's do it.
Hi.
Hey.
Hey. Whoa, whoa,
who are you guys?
You can't go into archives.
I'm the new head of
Standards and Practices
at this network-- I will go
anywhere I damn well please.
Hampton didn't tell you
about me?
Yeah, well,
the suits on the 12th floor
are freaking out
about this Curtis lunatic.
They want us to pull tape
in case we need to cut bait
and fill the airtime.
Unless you want to
tell the 12th floor
that you told me no?
No, no, take what you need.
Good.
Okay, we're ready.
I'm gonna put the earpiece in.
I can hear them,
but they can't hear me.
So... searching for
our comm's frequency.
Ooh, got it.
Happy's talking about
time codes on film and...
Toby...
Toby's yelling about
presidential pardons?
Maybe it has to do with that?
...the king gets to undo it all
with a wave of his hand.
Utter nonsense!
Oh, boy.
Isn't that your friend?
Ye...
I'm gonna find out
what's going on.
Uh, please. Things have
clearly gone haywire
for my team because
I'm not there.
You have to let me leave.
Stay there and sit down.
Come on.
Now!
All right.
Ah, let me just stop you
right there, Terry.
We got to get out of here.
Ralph, pass me that milkshake.
If you find out what's going on,
it's my right to know--
Oh!
Oh!
Holy...
Are you kidding me?
Sorry.
Ralph, is he taking it off?
Yes.
Perfect.
Found it! 7:13 a.m.
They were running camera tests
right before their
morning show.
Well, that's a problem.
Blow up that image.
That woman's working a tablet
by the node.
She must be activating
the bug software
that's messing
with the Penter server!
Penter server? Something's
messing with the election.
Well, things just got a lot more
complicated, because that woman
is Sophia Vasquez...
It's the president's
chief of staff.
All right, Happy, you're certain
you stopped the footage
at exactly 7:13?
I know what seven, one and three
look like.
Okay, if the president's
chief of staff
downloaded that bug, and
the president sent the FBI
to get us to fix the server...
How do we know Backside,
Fart and Go-Smell-Me
aren't in on this?
We don't.
One of 'em, or all of 'em,
can be involved.
Or they could just think that
their job was to get us here
to fix the server.
A server the chief of staff
couldn't have breaking down
when she's trying to
doctor the ballot box.
She didn't anticipate us
stumbling onto her plan.
And
if any of these Feds are
actually involved,
they would let us snoop around
until we get too close.
And if we do, we wind up where
the Feds left Jimmy Hoffa.
And Ralph's
with one of them now.
We have a situation.
Where's your microphone?
We have to get to the
chief of staff's tablet.
That's the origin of the bug.
We get that, we can stop it.
All right, Sly,
we're on our way to get you.
Just stay cool
and don't let Govelli
know that we're on to 'em.
I've been updating Washington.
Were you able to find any film?
No.
But, uh, the station manager
said they would
give you the film
with no warrant.
They're up in the Control Room.
They'll only talk to the FBI.
Okay. Wait here.
Okay.
Let's go.
So, Agent Govelli,
What is your first name?
It can't be "agent."
Okay, how about
I call you "Al"?
You know that song,
"You Can Call Me Al"?
Agent Govelli, be advised
that Scorpion is no longer
on the eighth floor.
Advise if you see them.
Oh, I don't know
where they are.
Buddy.
Govelli?
They're right behind you.
Govelli?
Hart, be advised
Scorpion has assaulted an agent
and stolen his vehicle.
They are on the run.
I repeat, they are on the run.
Funny, Ralph.
Very funny.
Amusing.
Hey, O'Brien, get out here.
Your team's up to something.
I can't.
Doing a science experiment.
Sorry, Agent Fart, we're busy.
Sorry for
what's about to happen.
Ralph, grab his sport coat.
I'll grab the tablet.
His keys, your cell,
your comms.
We're back
in the game, Ralph.
Guys, we made it out.
Ralph, are you okay?
Oh, he's fine.
We're having fun.
Now, we've been listening
over your comms,
and we're up to speed--
you're right.
You need to get
the chief of staff's tablet.
According to the president's
public schedule,
there's a 20-minute window
where we can cross with him
at Westchester.
We'll never make it in time.
Ralph and I will.
No!
Oh, your mom's upset.
- We'll be okay, Mom.
- Hopefully.
You're going to LAX.
You're gonna have to
get the tablet
off of Air Force One.
If you don't
protect the President,
report to the president,
or feed the president,
you don't get on that plane.
What to you mean,
"feed the president"?
When POTUS travels,
they pre-clear any
restaurant or food service
he requests-- why?
Call Homeland, tell them
you have a security issue
you want to check out with
whoever's providing the food
at Air Force One today.
And then get me
the name of the caterer.
On it.
We'll go to the server
to hardwire
a firewall, so no one
can restart the bug
once you shut it off.
How do plan on
getting near
- Air Force One, Wally?
- Easy.
We just need to stop at a Kinkos
and a convenience store.
Yeah, this looks
pretty good.
We'll get right onto
the tarmac.
"We"?
Of course.
It's Bring Your Son
to Work Day.
You know what
to do, right?
And be careful.
Good luck.
Excuse me.
Agent Hart, FBI.
I'm gonna be making your
delivery to Air Force One today.
I don't get it.
I've already been
pre-screened
by Secret Service.
I'm sure you're
disappointed.
Everyone likes
to see the plane.
But added security,
what with it being
Election Day and all,
only level-five clearance
allowed on the tarmac.
I'll return your truck
within the hour.
Okay.
Thank you.
We've got pies back here.
Now what? Happy can't pick
this 50-digit code monster
like the other locks.
I was watching Backheim
when he entered it.
I have it memorized.
Let me do my thing.
Hey, um, I'm sorry
about earlier.
These guys seep
into ever corner
of my personal life
like black mold.
Don't worry about it.
Look, I get it.
I grew up with four sisters.
Every girl I ever dated was
subjected to an inquisition.
So you're saying
Scorpion is acting
like a teenage girl?
Well...
No.
I think they care about you.
Look, let's just
enjoy ourselves tonight.
It's only a dance.
Right.
But statistically...
I'm in.
Sometimes I hate this job.
How long will it take
the soda to eat through
this Fruity Roll?
Well, it's essentially
made up of pectin,
a water-soluble
polysaccharide
that the carbonation
will get through quickly,
say around three minutes.
Okay, so once you're
done with that,
take my photo
off Hart's badge
and then put it
on the caterer's ID.
It's on the console.
Copy that.
Hey, Walt.
Mm-hmm?
Today's been great.
It hasn't been
half bad, has it?
Hey, how are you?
Best food in the southland.
Okay.
I can't believe
I'm this close to Air Force One.
Hold up.
How you doing?
Got the best food
in the southland
for the commander in chief.
Breach on Angel!
Evacuate Angel!
Uh-huh.
Found it.
Chief of staff's tablet.
Finishing up the firewalls
now to prevent
another bug download.
But it's meaningless
if you don't stop the tablet
from running
that program, Walt.
I'm into the software
and I'm shutting it down.
Hurry up, son.
It's only a matter of time
before they find you.
Guys, there's something weird
about the votes on this server.
Yeah? They've been
screwed with.
But not how
we anticipated.
This says that
75% of the votes
have been tallied,
but only
8.1 million votes
have been recorded.
Based on historical
voter turnout,
82 million votes
should have come in by now.
Which means 90%
of the votes are missing.
It's an under-vote.
Why would the chief of staff
want to erase votes?
She doesn't.
No, I know who's behind this.
It's not the White House.
Freeze! Hands up, now!
I know this looks bad.
Or really bad.
Mr. O'Brien, you are
under arrest.
Listen to me,
I know how the election
is being manipulated.
Yeah, by you
and your friends.
You somehow remotely
slowed the server
to get us to give you
access to it.
Then you messed
with the votes.
No. No, no!
The bug was downloaded
remotely by Chinese hackers.
I saw Beijing coding
signatures
buried deep
within the virus.
Now, the real question is
why are the Chinese
trying to create
an under-vote
without swaying
the election either way?
I have an idea why.
Chief of Staff Vasquez.
The World Court is about
to make a decision
about a new arctic
shipping route.
Due to rising temperatures,
ice-breaking vessels
will soon be able to traverse
directly over the north pole.
The route of the north pole
is 20% shorter
than the standard
northern sea route.
The economic invocations
are immense.
And China knows
the court will never
give control of those routes
to a country
with no clear leader.
So if in a few hours,
only 10% of the public's vote
are actually in the ballot box,
there's gonna be
finger pointing,
conspiracy theories,
absolute chaos.
We'll be without a president.
It's Sun Tzu 101:
"All warfare is deception.
In the middle of chaos
there is opportunity."
So just delete
the virus from my tablet
and return the votes.
The Chinese just ghosted it
onto your tablet
to implicate
your administration.
It's actually being run
from one of their computers.
Well, last I checked,
China's pretty far away.
Now, how do we stop this
before the public realizes
their votes have been vaporized?
Based on latency
and their real-time control...
they're here in L.A.
I can track them down digitally.
I'll need help from my partner.
He's hiding
in the catering truck.
Can you believe
the stones on these guys?
Pulling the hack from
the consulate we gave 'em.
Yeah, they're smart.
It's technically
Chinese soil.
Limits their exposure.
If we want to stop
the bug from running,
it'll take too long
to hack it.
I need to get my hands
on the exact device running it.
Cabe, adjust your phone.
I need a clear visual.
Quiet, here they come.
Gentlemen, welcome
to our consulate.
I'm pleased the president
would like to resume talks
regarding the Arctic Canal,
but surprised he wants
to do it on Election Day.
POTUS never stops working.
Perhaps a nice
news story to promote
while people are
still going to the polls.
Every vote counts.
POTUS motorcade
is 15 minutes out.
Best begin our
advance-team security sweep.
Of course.
Follow me.
12 minutes
till polls close
in Eastern Kentucky
and the results
start coming in.
More like lack of results.
Guys, shake your
hanging chads and move it.
Walter, once you stop
the bug from running,
I will verify that the votes are
coming back into this server.
Hopefully.
My own security is
stationed in the front
and the back of the home.
I assure you it is a safe
facility for your president.
And this is the room
where we will
actually be meeting.
Please...
Ah, right there!
The ambassador leaned to the
right when he passed that door,
and he put his hand
on Walt's back,
like he was trying
to guide you away from it.
You got to get in that room!
Is everything satisfactory?
So far, yes,
but I would like
to inspect the East Wing.
Agents Hart, Govelli,
Backheim, you're with me.
You two stay here.
Secure the entrance.
Yes, sir.
This way.
Mm-hmm.
That tea is warm.
Whoever was just here
could be back any minute.
This is the laptop.
Just found the bug software.
Just have to...
Oh, poop.
Well, obviously.
He's tucking his shirt in.
Run!
Three minutes until polls close
- in Eastern Kentucky.
- Walter, you need
to a find a place
to finish shutting down
the software.
Go!
Now!
Okay.
It's time for you
to embrace technology.
You just got to connect
to the van's Wi-Fi.
We'll take it from there.
This is a foreign
language to me.
It's just typing in a password.
No...
It's literally foreign.
It's in Chinese.
All right, Gallo,
I'm pulling up a Chinese/English
keyboard overlay and we will
walk you through this.
Give me the damn password!
It's "Geniusbobenius."
I can't even spell
that in English!
It's 14 keys, like a crossword.
Four down, six across. That's G.
Three down, four across.
That's E.
That's a good call
with the crossword analogy.
The elderly love their puzzles.
One minute until
the Kentucky results come in.
Okay, I'm in.
Good job, Cabe,
we'll take it from here.
The server is speeding up!
The voting data's being sent
back to the Penter server.
It's all the missing votes.
Guys, they're at the door!
Oh, you can't let them
get the laptop.
It'll take another 20 seconds
for all votes
to get back to the server!
Aah!
- Ugh!
- Cabe,
I'll meet you at the fence!
Still downloading!
Whoa...
Download complete!
We got the votes!
Yeah, but they got Cabe.
And Walt and Tim
and Fart and Backside.
- Hands up!
- Drop the laptop.
Turn around slowly.
It's too late!
This metal box is on U.S. soil,
and it's overflowing with
evidence incriminating you.
So, let our pals go,
I toss this puppy over,
and we all go back
to hacking and spying
on each other forever.
Or I could take this
to the World Court.
If history's any indication,
your country
will throw you under the bus
in a heartbeat to save face.
How are the accommodations
in Chinese prison-- nice?
Or...
I have my guards
shoot all of you,
I take the laptop,
and say you tried
to attack the consulate.
Only problem,
I got something taping
you in my pocket.
It's not taping, it's
digital. How many times
I got to tell you this?
Whatever.
Point is, everything you said
is being recorded
and sent to my
Homeland account.
If I'm shot dead,
they'll find this MP3.
MP3s are audio.
You're recording video...
I swear, Doc,
my foot and your ass
are going on a date real soon.
Just take the deal.
I'd love to stay,
but I got to go vote.
Yes, sir.
Appreciate that, sir.
I will pass that along, sir.
Well, the president wants me
to extend his personal gratitude
for Scorpion's efforts.
He said he's gonna send
over a surprise.
What is it?
Is "surprise"
a complicated word?
I'm looking for Sylvester,
The Conquestor
of the Enchanted Valley?
There's a situation concerning
the Knights of West Altadenia.
Who are the hell are you?
Kaldor the Prestidigitator,
nephew
of Otto the Brave.
I'm in no mood, kid.
- Glenn Applemen.
- Kaldor!
Have the knights assembled?
This country is screwed.
No, but I just learned
that Councilman Patel's
flipping his vote.
He was our only chance
at saving The Warlock's Chest!
Oh, man.
That's my mom.
I got to go.
Sloppy Joe night.
Okay. Stay strong, brother.
We will prevail.
I have an announcement.
You're still a virgin. We know.
Something else.
I am running for office.
You're what?
Today's case has me thinking.
The right to vote is
our most precious freedom.
Whether the choices are
incredible, ridiculous
or in-between.
So I am running for
the 16th District Alderman
of West Altadenia
in the local,
upcoming election.
I'm hoping that I can
be incredible,
or at worst, in-between.
But by Valkyrie's Shield,
I-I will save
the Warlock's Chest.
Thank you.
I hope I can count on your vote.
You got it, pal.
None of us vote
in West Altadenia.
You sure about this tie?
Bow ties are superior
in case of emergency.
Neckties carry the risk
of getting caught on things.
You're nervous.
I'm not nervous.
I'm just anxious.
Is it because of the statistics?
Who-who told you that?
There's no secrets
in this place.
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You're telling me.
Do you like Tim?
Is he nice to you?
Yes and yes.
He's very sweet and kind.
I do like him, yes.
Good, because you do
everything for me,
so I want you to be happy.
And odds are if
you go tonight,
there's a better than not chance
he'll become my stepdad.
And...
if you're happy with him,
so am I.
Ralph, we are very far away
from that.
Stats, Mom.
We're not as far as you think.
There.
All done.
And thank you for what you said.
I am not as anxious anymore.
Ooh la la.
Wow.
You look beautiful.
Well, thank you.
I am excited to meet
your parents, um...
But the Armstrong sisters
seem tough...
They are for another day.
Good.
Ralph, you ready?
Be right there.
Okay.
Don't fill up on bread.
You should have taken my mom
dancing when you had the chance.
We could've been partners
forever.
Ms. Linehan,
what a pleasant sur...
Can it.
Mr. O'Brien, I know
that you and Ms. Quinn
perpetrated a
fraudulent marriage.
I was not fooled, not once.
And if it were up to me, you
would be deported immediately
and Ms. Quinn would
face prosecution.
But tonight,
I received a call
from Washington, D.C.
And they have enacted a private
bill, granting you citizenship.
Welcome to America.
Thank you.
That was the surprise?
Happy and I can get married!
Proud to call you
an American, son.
Proud to be one.
Happy! You're back! Guess what?
Walt's a Yankee Doodle Dandy!
We can get hitched!
Really? That's great.
Come on, let's go
grab some apple pie.
I'm buying.
Sure.
Why are you taking this apart?
I'm not pregnant.
What happened at the doctor?
My blood test
was a false positive
caused by cadmium poisoning.
From working
on those solar panels.
That would explain
your morning sickness
and late menstrual cycle.
It's okay to be upset.
I'm not.
It is okay to be upset, Happy.
You know, when I was, uh,
in elementary school,
I was jealous of the other kids.
Because their parents waited
outside to take them home,
and I walked
to the orphanage by myself.
I was looking forward
to waiting outside for somebody.
Hey, hey, hey!
Ah-ta-ta-ta...
Hey, come here,
listen to me.
We love each other.
We're gonna have a family.
You're gonna wait
outside a school
and you're gonna build a crib
and you're gonna
share tools with
whatever baby is lucky enough
to have you as their mom.
It'll happen when
the time is right.
It is gonna happen.
I just need to be alone
right now.
Okay.
First, I never
got the answer
that I was looking for
the first time.
And I don't have a song, but
I've carried this ring with me
every day--
- Yes.