01x12 - Dominoes

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Walter: My name is Walter O'Brien. I have the fourth highest IQ ever recorded: 197. Einstein's was 160.

When I was 11, the FBI arrested me for hacking NASA to get their blueprints for my bedroom wall. Now I run a team of geniuses, tackling worldwide threats only we can solve. Toby's our behaviorist. Sylvester's a human calculator. Happy, a mechanical prodigy. Agent Cabe Gallo's our government handler. And Paige? Well, Paige isn't like us. She's normal and translates the world for us while we help her understand her genius son.

Together, we are Scorpion.

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(door closes)

Paige: Hello!

Merry Christmas Eve, everybody.

Wow.

Black Sabbath instead of “White Christmas”?

No way. Okay, we're all getting into the Christmas spirit.

You know, we're kind of busy.

Shocker. That's why I'm bringing the celebration here.

Tonight, we're going to have dinner together.

And yes, you have to help decorate.

So, Ralph's a little disappointed.

Drew had to head to Portland... last-minute tryout for a minor league team. TOBY Wow.

Missing Christmas with his son.

That doesn't sound like him. No, wait.

That sounds exactly like him. Drew wasn't happy about it, but they wanted to see him throw before the manager left for vacation or something.

Anyway, I want to soften the blow for Ralph.

Tree, lights, Santa.

Gonna give him everything this Christmas except for snow.

Uh, news flash.

Ralph doesn't believe in Santa.

You can be a genius and still believe in things that are magical.

Oh, speaking of... Santa, I have your gifts.

Happy, Paige got us gifts.

You didn't get me anything, did you?

(clears throat)

No problem. Happy.

Sylvester.

And Toby.

Toby: Oh.

I miss my hat.

It's on a cliff somewhere in Bosnia.

Uh, this wrench isn't functional.

They're ornaments. Now all we need is a tree.

And I can't figure out what to get Walter.

What do you get somebody with a 197 IQ?

Definitely not this stuff.

Okay.

(whirring, bells jingling)

I could have built a better robot when I was five.

I did build a better robot when I was five.

Well, thank you for the gifts, Paige.

Sure.

You know, before my parents shipped me off to live with my uncle, my dad bought me a weight set for Christmas.

Which is crazy because I'm big, not strong.

Uh, try a foster home Christmas.

They'd send me back to the state a week earlier so they wouldn't have to get me a present.

Do any of you have good Christmas memories?

I loved Christmas.

My dad would wake me early, and we'd rush downstairs.

Okay, now we're talking.

Then we'd head straight to off-track betting.

It was magical. The whole g*ng would be there... Timmy No Shoes, Smelly Jim, Pooter.

They taught me how, on Christmas, you never bet the two or the five horse.

Nags put there for superstitious suckers betting on the twenty-fifth.

Best of all, by the time we got home, my mom would be passed out on the couch from the eggnog.

That was.. that was almost worse than Happy's.

I've-I've never heard people so jaded about Christmas.

I mean, who thinks that way?

While Christmas has zero impact on me personally, it does provide people with, um, psychological uplift, thus making workers more productive, so the holiday does have value.

The point is to be with family.

That's what we're doing.

Eating Fat Burger?

It's not exactly a holiday meal.

Yours has bacon. That's practically Christmas ham.

(chuckles)

Walter: That is just sad.

Hmm.

Excuse me. Hi.

The wind's not striking the sail with enough velocity.

This produces insubstantial pressure on the face, and, consequently, not enough upward thrust to counterbalance gravity.

Got to turn your kite.

Here.

Thank you.

Oh. (laughs)

How'd you know that? I know a few things.

Did you know that Ben Franklin... he...?

He discovered electricity by flying a kite.

No. If his kite had actually been struck by lightning, the key would have electrocuted him.

It's just a myth.

I like the way you think, kid.

Woman: Owen, leave the poor man alone.

Oh.

Owen: Okay.

Merry Christmas.

Yeah.

(sighs)

Do you think it's ironic that Mom got you a kite for Christmas, and you never used it?

Oh, that's, uh, not irony.

(chuckles): That's her not understanding me.

Yeah. You were never into the holiday, even as a kid.

It's because I had more important things to occupy my time, like the Rohaxinal study.

I pulled some favors.

You're in.

I...

I don't want to be a guinea pig.

Well, that drug has some serious side effects.

It could save your life.

You've seen the test results, Walt.

At this point, I don't need a new drug.

I need a miracle.

There is no such thing!

All right, do know how Jonas Salk cured polio?

With science, not by singing about snowmen and reindeer.

Well, sometimes you need a little faith.

I do have faith, just in things that are real.

(rumbling)

Are we having an earthquake?

It's a rock slide.

Woman: Owen!

(screams) Help!

He's trapped!

Oh, my God.

(grunting)

Owen's down there!

Wait. Down where?

He was in the cave, and the bluff just started to come down.

Owen! Owen!

The ground just opened up.

He fell in. It happened so fast.

Owen! - What do you mean, the ground just opened up?

It's a sinkhole.

Rock slides often start with small seismic shifts at ground level.

It's common in California. It can cause a small, spontaneous hole, especially in sand.

Woman: Oh, my God!

He's buried alive! No, no, no.

Not necessarily.

Sinkholes very rarely self-fill.

There's a good chance he's stuck in a hollow right now.

We need the L.A. Fire Department, Army Corps of Engineers, anyone that can help.

Copy that. But who the hell are you?

(dialing) I'm with Homeland.

I know some people. We can help.

Touch it, and you will have a blue Christmas.

I helped, too.

Walter designed it, Sylvester calculated it, I built it.

What was your job? Moral support.

Sylvester: Toby, a few weeks ago, I was in a hospital getting shrapnel taken out of my chest, and I still did more work for this project than you did.

Grinch.

Paige: Hey, guys, Walter just called.

There's a ten-year-old boy trapped in a sinkhole at Zuma Beach.

Let's go.

(siren wailing)

Zuma Beach is on high alert, as a ten-year-old boy is trapped one and a half stories below the earth's surface.

Paige: Walter!

Reporter: We have seen emergency crews arriving on scene...

Yeah? We were listening to the news on the way here.

Okay. We'll start off by getting you up to speed.

This is Dan Heather, Army Corps of Engineers, Geotech Division. Dan?

Mind filling my guys in?

Those boulders up here are blocking access to the boy.

He's trapped in a sinkhole 14 feet deep underground here.

If we use heavy machinery to move them, ground shifts will cause the sinkhole to collapse, which means we have no way to reach him.

Oh, my God. But it gets worse.

We can't get in, but water can.

There are gaps between those rocks.

Waves are dumping down 30 gallons of seawater per minute.

We're putting sandbags to restrict the flow, but tide is too strong.

The hole is filling up fast.

Dimensions of the hole?

Best guess: 1,100 cubic feet.

Taking into account the water displacement due to an average-sized ten-year-old boy, he will drown in one hour and 22 minutes.

You can't drill to him before then?

A CalTrans team offered to help.

They have the right drills, but the sand is incredibly unstable.

Normally, we'd drill at a steep angle, but that could cause a cave-in, k*lling him instantly.

Instead, we're digging at a shallow angle, farther away.

But progress is slow.

Doesn't help, this entire bluff's unstable and could re-slide at any time, burying him.

Follow me.

Where's his parents?

Driving back from up north.

Bringing his grandparents back for Christmas.

Babysitter's trying to get ahold of them.

Speaking of communication, we need a way to talk to Owen, find out his exact location.

So you don't drill through the sinkhole wall and impale him.

That's right.

We considered flying in a high-tech sound wave device from Nellis Air Force Base, but...

Even an HH-60 helicopter with a top speed of 195 knots wouldn't get here for another 86 minutes, and that's four minutes after the hole would be full of water.

The sinkhole is in there, under that rock.

No way the kid can hear us.

No. I've got a way.

Sylvester: Okay, Walter, I really don't feel comfortable being in a cave that was formed by a rock slide that happened less than an hour ago.

Oh, no.

Guys, okay, Owen is right under there.

But we can't dig a rescue tunnel this close to Owen, but CalTrans can auger an eight-inch diameter tunnel at a 75 degree angle.

Small enough not to compromise the sinkhole.

Use a collapsible mast drill bit so if it accidentally hits the kid's body, it'll retract without major injury.

In this soft sand, they'll reach him in minutes.

We need a PVC pipe.

I saw some on the CalTrans truck.

Okay, how do we communicate with Owen?

Do you have some kind of high-tech device?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Pipe is secure.

If he's alive, we can send scuba gear down so he can breathe when the water gets too high.

All right. Get that there.

Let me see this.

(line ringing)

Come on, Owen.

Come on.

Hello?

Hey.

Owen. Owen.

My name's Walter O'Brien.

I helped you with your kite.

Me and my friends are here to help you.

Please, get me out of here.

Walter: We're working on it now, okay, but it's gonna take some time.

Where are my mom and dad?

I want my mom and dad.

We're trying to reach out to them.

Put him on mute for one second.

That rapid breathing and confusion... if he goes into shock, he could pass out and slump down.

And there's already enough water in there that he'll drown.

We need to keep him calm.

Walter! I got his parents.

Uh, Owen?

Owen, we got your parents on the phone, okay?

Hold on a sec. Hi.

Uh, now I'm gonna hold the phone up so your son can hear you.

(beep) Okay.

Dad: Owen, can you hear me?

Dad! I want to go home.

Dad: I know you do. We'll be there soon.

Where are you?

Mom: Sweetheart, it's Mom.

We're coming, baby. We're driving as fast as we can.

(beeping) The phone's dying.

We don't have a charger.

Dad: Owen, listen, we don't have a lot of time to talk.

Don't hang up!

Mom: I love you so much, baby.

Dad: Son, we're gonna get cut off soon.

Please, don't be afraid.

We're gonna get to you, and when we do, Mommy and I are gonna hold you, sweetie, and we're never gonna let you...

(line beeps)

Dad? Dad!

Phone's dead.

(crying)

Guys, remember what I said about keeping him calm. Paige.

Owen.

My name is Paige. I'm a mom.

I have a ten-year-old son, too. Can I sit in for your parents until they get here and just talk to you?

It's almost Christmas.

Do you decorate your-your tree with, um, candy canes and ornaments?

My dad strings popcorn. We do, too.

We make a super long one, and we wrap it all the way around.

Hey, he's doing better. Keep going.

What else do you do for Christmas?

We... we watch Christmas movies.

Yeah?

Something's off with his breathing.

Hey, Owen!

Listen, I'm a doctor.

Tell me, does your chest hurt?

Yeah.

I hit a rock when I fell.

Oh. Uh, would you mind looking up for me?

Ah, thanks, buddy.

Listen, you're doing great. Just hold on one second, okay?

I put him on mute.

He-he has distended neck veins.

That's sign of a pneumothorax, a collapsed lung.

It's probably from a broken rib piercing it; but we cannot use that scuba gear.

The compressed air will k*ll him.

And that's gonna be a problem.

Because...

I just realized I didn't account for the tidal changes when I calculated how long it was going to take for Owen to be submerged.

I made a big mistake.

I'm so sorry.

What's the adjustment?

We don't have an hour and 22 minutes to save him.

If we can't get him out of there, he's going to drown in 56 minutes.

Tension is building here at Zuma Beach, as we have learned that ten-year-old Owen Cooper has less than an hour until he's completely underwater.

Rescue crews are tunneling in in an attempt to reach him and hopefully get him out in time.

We need this done now!

Going as fast as I can.

There's no other option?

No.

Walter.

Owen, we're gonna drill to you and lift you out, okay?

Just hang tough.

You can't.

Paige: We can.

Our team's handled challenging situations before.

No. You can't lift me.

I'm stuck.

What do you mean?

A rock has my leg pinned down.

Okay, just point the phone at your leg, please.

Happy: Rock looks to be a couple hundred pounds. Even if we get there before he's submerged, how the hell do we get that rock off of him?

I'm cold.

Please get me out of here. Please!

We're gonna figure this out. Everything's gonna be okay.

I'm gonna talk to the fire department.

I'm scared. I know, honey.

And you're doing so great.

You... I'm so proud of you.

Let's talk about something nice, okay?

Um... do you like Christmas books?

My son Ralph's, his favorite is I Want an Alien for Christmas.

I know that book.

You do? Great. What's your favorite part?

Paige?

(sobs) Could I die in here?

Owen... the people helping you are special, okay?

They won't let that happen to you.

Fire department is proposing a last-ditch idea.

It's not pleasant.

Amputate his leg?

We can't. The vibrations from the bone saw would collapse the sinkhole.

We're up against the one thing humans have never been able to defeat: time.

When half a million kids a year were contracting polio, you think Jonas Salk felt like you do?

But when he hit a wall, he shoved it out of the way and he kept going.

I have faith in a lot of things, Walter, but I especially have faith in you.

You're right. In-Instead of thinking about how to move Owen's leg, we should be thinking about how to move the wall.

Or, in this case, the boulder. Thank you!

Here, Paige, Paige, Paige. Owen? Owen?

I'm gonna go off Skype for a minute to take a look at that video I recorded of your leg.

Don't go! It's just gonna take 60 seconds.

No!

Paige: Owen, I-I want you to start counting, and when you get to 60, I promise we're gonna be right back together, okay? You can do this.

I'll-I'll get started. Ready?

One, two, three...

Four, five, six...

Good.

You have 54 seconds. Then I take that tablet back.

Walter: Okay, we need a device small enough to fit through that tiny cr*ck, but powerful enough to lift that rock.

As soon as they're done digging, we'll bring in a car jack.

Car jack's a brute tool.

We need something sensitive enough to exert the exact amount of force required.

The rocks are so unstable.

We disturb them too much, one will collapse after the other, like dominoes.

It'll crush him.

The boulder appears to be approximately 40 inches high.

We need to raise it between 1.8 and 2.3 inches.

Any less, we won't free his leg.

Any more, the whole sinkhole could collapse.

1.8 or 2.3?

Sylvester, that's almost a-a 28% differential.

It's the best I can give you right now.

Sylvester, we need... we need better.

(sighs) What is wrong with you today?

Get your head on right.

HAPPY Uh, we need something like a micro-jack.

I could build one with parts I have at the garage.

It'll go faster with help.

I'll go with you.

Cabe: What's the use if this kid's underwater by the time they bring back this jack?

I've already accounted for that.

For Owen to stay alive, he needs to stop breathing.

What the hell are you talking about?

I'll explain on the way. Come on.

Walter O'Brien, Agent Gallo, we've been expecting you.

The ECMO machine you requested.

This isn't 40 feet.

We thought you said 14 feet.

No, 40 feet.

Now.

Walter, they're just trying to help, too.

(bells jingling)

Find me a U-channel wedge, a quarter-inch thread drive rod, a reinforced shoulder bolt, and three steel lid stays.

I don't understand half of what you said.

Then start with the other half. Prepping the kiln.

Uh... got the wedge, uh, drive rod, and... shoulder bolt.

You know more than you let on.

I watch you work sometimes.

Thank you for making this creepy.

Now find the other parts.

(drilling)

Is it gonna hit me?

It shouldn't.

It won't.

Just lean as far back as you can, Owen. You can do this.

(quietly): It's tight in there.

This isn't a science.

God help this kid.

(gasps)

Stop the drill!

(whimpering)

Man: All right, guys, I'm gonna back this bad boy out of here.

Come on. Let's move!

(tires screech)

We need some men up here! Now!

(grunting)

Dan: Okay, we got it here, but explain how this helps us.

We need to keep Owen alive until the jack gets here, but that's not gonna be until he's underwater.

So we need to bypass his respiratory system, which is what this is for.

It's an extracorporeal membrane oxygenation system, or an ECMO.

Where'd you learn how to do this? On the Internet.

He's not kidding.

Okay, so... we get the tubes and needles in the PVC pipe, and then...

Hold on.

We haven't even started putting supports in the tunnel we just dug.

Until that's done, it's unstable, and the risk of collapse is substantial.

I need exact probabilities.

I can't give them.

Okay, I know someone who can.

Come with me.

Paige, tell my mom I'm sorry.

Why is that, honey?

She told me not-not to go in the caves, but...

I wanted to find the pink shells, the ones she likes. Owen...

It's my fault. This is not your fault.

It's my fault!

Walter: Paige!

Where's Sylvester?

I need him to work out some odds for me.

I have no idea, but this child is starting to break.

I don't know how much longer he's gonna last down there.

And it kills me, but the tunnel is not stable.

And neither is Owen.

(crying)

That's it. I'm going in.

Absolutely not.

None of my men, not the LAPD or the fire department... no one has been given authorization to go down until the tunnel is ready.

I don't work for any of those entities.

I don't need your authorization.

Hopefully, I'll see you in five minutes.

Hopefully.

If not, who would've thought I'd be the one to outlive you.

Okay, you guys man the ECMO.

I'll take care of the rest.

Reporter: As this saga at Zuma Beach continues to unfold, Walter O'Brien, a freelance contractor with Homeland Security, is heading down into the earth in what can only be described as a very risky endeavor.

Owen! Hold on!

I'm coming for you!

Owen!

Owen!

Owen.

It's Walter. Can you hear me?

The water's getting higher! Hold on!

I'm almost to you!

Hurry.

(panting)

Please get me out of here. Okay.

You've handled this so well.

You've impressed me; it's hard to impress me.

Now, my friends are working on a device to free your leg, so I will get you out of here.

Now, you will be with your parents for Christmas, okay?

Okay. Okay.

But I won't be able to free you before the water covers your head.

I-I don't understand.

Well, you have to trust me. I found a way for you to stay alive without ever taking a breath.

All right? All right?

Send it down!

Owen, there's a machine up top.

It'll take the blood from your body, add oxygen to it, and then send it back into your blood, okay?

It's used in surgeries. Only you're special 'cause you'll... you'll be the first person to ever do it while conscious.

Reporter: We've been able to jump on the rescuers' Wi-Fi signal, and we can now watch this incredible drama unfold live.

Walter: Give me your arms.

You're gonna feel a pinch when I insert these needles.

It's like a sh*t at the doctor, only deeper, okay?

One, two, three.

(groaning)

I know this hurts, but you're doing great.

Give me the other arm.

(whimpers) All right. Okay, okay.

They're in.

(whirring)

Cabe: Can't believe this is working.

I know from our Ben Franklin conversation that you're smart, so I'm gonna explain something to you that I know that you'll understand.

In less than one minute, we're gonna be completely underwater.

Your primordial brain will tell you to breathe in. You cannot.

No matter how badly you want air, do not breathe in once you're under, okay?

That's how people drown.

It's not gonna be easy, but I know you can do it.

I need to breathe! No, no, no.

Look at me, look at me.

You need oxygen.

And these tubes will bring it to you.

You just have faith that the science will work.

I can't live underwater.

Yes, you can.

We all have... in the womb, w-when we were surrounded by fluid and oxygen got to us without us even breathing.

That's all this is.

Okay? Now, I'm gonna stay with you, I'm gonna hold your hand as long as I can.

And then it's up to you.

When I go up, I want you to count to 15, and then knock on the pipe so we know you're okay.

After I get the jack to free your leg, I'm gonna be right back down here.

Okay? Yeah.

So what are you gonna do?

Knock on the pipe.

Okay. Are you gonna breathe?

No.

You promise me?

I promise.

You promise you'll come back.

(grunts) I promise you I will come back.

And I only state facts.

Paige: It cut out.

Remember, go against your instinct and do not breathe in.

Okay. I will come back for you.

I promise.

How long has it been?

Too long.

After going underground in an incredible attempt to keep Owen Cooper alive, everyone is waiting, praying, for heroic civilian Walter O'Brien to emerge from the tunnel with news of the child's condition.

There he is!

Are you okay?

Has he signaled yet?

(panting)

I got a cop waiting in the cave by the PVC, but nothing yet.

We're coming up on half a minute.

Come on, Owen. Okay. (coughing)

This is Gallo. Anything?

Cop: Negative. Still no signal.

We're at 40 seconds.

Look at me.

Don't blame yourself.

Cop: Agent Gallo. You copy?

What do you got?

Three loud knocks, sir. Clear as day.

Give me that. Give me the phone.

Happy.

Now, Owen is doing his best to survive, but we still need that jack. How much longer?

I'm almost done. Then another 15 minutes to get to you.

That's at least 20 minutes.

Not for us. We called LAPD.

Police escort, baby. Oh, good thinking.

(panting) But hurry.

Okay, two minutes, gold melts, and I mold it into a thrust bearing, and we are done.

Happy, what's this?

Don't look through my things.

You tracked down your father?

In 100 seconds, the gold's ready.

So, over a minute to talk about something very important.

It's not a big deal. I've been wrenching at his body shop for the last few weeks, that's all.

He's a mechanic. I love genetics.

Good for you.

What was his reaction?

You didn't tell him who you are.

That is what the card is for, but I can't seem to give it to him.

Happy, you clearly want to tell him.

The card was a mistake.

“There are no mistakes.” Richard Bach.

“Get out of my face.” Happy Quinn.

I will. But consider this.

There are two parents racing like hell right now to get to a little boy trapped in a sinkhole.

And all three want the same thing: to be with family on Christmas.

You have that sh*t, and you're forsaking it over fear.

(timer dings)

Gold's done. Get the mold.

Why are you here instead of with your team?

I'm leaving.

Because you made some miscalculations?

That child is living my worst nightmares.

Claustrophobia... fear of tight spaces. Aquaphobia... fear of water. Achluophobia... fear of darkness.

Taphophobia... fear of being buried alive.

When I was on that beach, I felt like I was in there with him.

I couldn't concentrate, I couldn't calculate.

I am useless to Scorpion.

Shut up. You felt like you were down there?

He is down there.

My God, Sylvester, how do you live when you're constantly scared of death?

You want to go?

Go.

But you'll have to live with what happens to Owen, knowing you could've helped.

Or you could stay strong for him.

Stay strong.

I've never been strong.

Well, that's a “you” problem, so figure it out.

(siren wailing)

Faster, Grandma!

I'm right on his bumper!

I should have driven. I have seen you drive.

We can't save Owen if we're both dead.

Hold on, what the hell's this?!

(tires screech)

Hey, what's going on?

There's a truck accident up ahead.

I'll see if I can clear the holdup.

We don't have that kind of time. Toby, get us out of here.

I'm driving a Monte Carlo... it's not like I can split lanes.

No. But Santa can.

Hey.

I know this sounds crazy, but have you seen the kid in the news, the one stuck in a hole?

Heard about it. We're working on the case, and that boy needs you to give us your motorcycle.

No time to explain.

Get lost. When you remember me, remember me fondly.

(grunting) Happy!

Oh, my spleen. (engine starts)

Get on!

Toby: I'm so sorry.

O2 levels are steady.

He's not panicking; this kid's amazing.

Do you know what the odds were of that weak tunnel collapsing on you?

42%. Which is a 58% chance of survival.

The odds are on my side. Do the math all you want, but there's a boy breathing underwater, still alive.

That's a miracle in my book.

(rumbling)

Another rock slide!

Get out of here before it caves in!

(yells) Come on!

This part of the ceiling's about to collapse.

Then the ECMO goes down, then Owen is dead.

If that rock falls on you, you're dead!

(grunting)

Move the ECMO!

Took four people to get it in here!

The slide's calmed down.

Now get out of here before that rock falls on you!

Not until you move the ECMO! I'll get help!

I got it. No, Sylvester.

(grunts)

Sylvester! I got it.

Walter: You sure?

I got it! All right. Okay.

(grunting)

No, we can't wait until the others get here.

We got to move now.

We got to move it, come on.

Come on!

All right, one, two, three.

(grunting)

I can't hold it much longer!

Sylvester, it's breaking off. Get out of there.

(machine beeping)

You okay, pal?

Walter, we got a problem.

I'm okay.

(beeping continues)

Paige: Oh, God. The rocks pinched off the tubes.

The tubing's blocked. He can't get oxygen.

He's dying.

Now get your men to that cavern and move that rock!

What, get equipment over those boulders, in the surf, with tide coming in?

Yes!

It would take an hour. He's suffocating down there!

Reporter: With oxygen cut off to young Owen Cooper, he is just minutes now from total loss of brain function.

I'm getting him out.

Son, his leg is trapped.

There's no way. I can't let him die in there.

Cabe: Son. Walter!

Listen. Son!

Get off of me! Get off me!

He's been underwater for three minutes!

He's only got one functioning lung!

(screaming)

(gasping)

(horns honking)

Whoa! Who gave you a motorcycle license?

I don't have a motorcycle license.

Great news.

Happy: Stop crying.

We're only 300 yards from the beach.

(horns honking)

(engine sputters)

Whoa.

You got to be kidding. We're out of gas!

You know what, give me that knapsack.

I spent my childhood sprinting from bullies.

It's about to pay off.

(horn honking)

I promised him I'd come back for him.

I'm sorry.

I've been banking on the impossible for so long... for my sake, I started to believe it.

Toby: Walter!

We got it!

I got the jack!

Got it!

You're about to risk your life again, when the likelihood that Owen's still alive after almost five minutes underwater...

We've seen worse odds. No, we have not.

It's not possible. Cabe's right. The water isn't nearly cold enough to put that kid in a full hypothermic state where he might survive that long.

I know. And the brain without oxygen begins to die after five minutes. I know!

I really don't want you to do this.

I know.

The last rock slide completely compromised the tunnel, which was unstable to begin with.

Anyone who goes down there risks being buried alive.

He knows. He knows.

Son, why are you doing this?

I made a promise I'd come back for him.

Are you scared?

Yes. Good.

That means you'll be careful.

Reporter: Walter O'Brien, some type of government contractor, is underground, trying to extract Owen Cooper, who has now been without air for almost six-and-a-half minutes.

Okay.

All right.

(panting softly)

(Walter grunting)

(rumbling)

Hold on!

Collapsing!

(rumbling continues)

(coughing, grunting)

Cabe: Walter!

Cabe! Grab my hand!

(grunting)

Got him!

Reporter: Here on the beach, on Christmas Eve, strangers are coming together to save a child.

We got him!

Clear the way!

♪ ♪

(crowd cheering)

Reporter: It's being hailed a Christmas miracle.

Doctors say a boy survived after being underwater without oxygen for over seven minutes, and is expected to make a full recovery.

We're at St. Stephen's Hospital waiting to hear from Walter O'Brien, the head of the team that saved Owen Cooper.

It is hoped that someone with a 197 IQ can shed some light on what exactly happened in that hole today.

Toby: Miracle?

It's more like the ECMO artificially pumped up his O2 levels high enough that his organs kept going a few minutes longer than usual.

It's a million-to-one sh*t, but not a miracle.

(sighs)

Press is not gonna like it when I give them that story.

Guys.

Some people really want to see you.

Hey.

Thank you, Walter.

What for?

For allowing me to believe again.

If you trust that drug trial, I do, too.

I'll do it.

I'm gonna keep fighting.

Guys.

(grunts)

The entire drive down, we prayed.

We prayed for God to do something, anything... to save our child.

He answered by sending you.

And your team.

Thank you.

(monitor beeping steadily)

You came back for me.

Oh, I told you, I only state facts.

(chuckles)

We should let these folks get some rest.

Come on, guys.

Cabe: I've got an entire press corp calling for you to explain how this little boy lived.

Do you want to talk to them or not?

Ah, they already have their answer.

It was a miracle.

(objects clacking)

Hey.

Hey, Happy!

What are you doing here on Christmas Eve?

I wanted to, um...

You okay? Yeah.

I just, I wanted to wish you a happy holiday.

I'll see you later.

You look just like her.

I knew who you were the first time you walked into my shop.

After your mother d*ed, I was lost, and I hit the bottle, hard.

Still do.

You were so special.

Deserved better than me.

I always loved you.

(sniffles)

♪ ♪

Hey, everyone.

Uh, this is... my dad, Patrick.

Hello.

Hi. Hi.

Welcome, Mr. Quinn.

You got a great girl there.

It's a real pleasure to meet you.

Oh, yeah!

That's nice.

Who brought me a gift?

Okay. Touchdown.

Oh, you got your hat back.

I'm back.

Huh? Look at this.

This is awesome.

That's very nice of you.

♪ ♪

Paige: It's silly.

You need a little silly in your life.

(laughs)

(chatter, laughter)

Cabe: Look at that!

(laughing)

Toby: Hey, guys, we got Ralph's present in the next room.

Okay, so... we made all this for you, pal.

All right, press the button.

(bells jingling)

(bell dings)

(bells jingling)

Oh! Do you see that?

(chatter continues)

It's amazing!

♪ ♪

What?

Nothing. Just, um... merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.