04x02 - More Extinction

[bunniefuu]

Walter: Previously on Scorpion...

Methane has begun to escape into the atmosphere.

In 30 days, half of life on Earth is gone.

In 90, all of it.

I'll ankle Collins to me.

He gets more than 25 feet from my side, he gets 50,000 volts.

[electric buzzing]

[exclaims, grunts]

If things go sideways, It'll be your ass on the line.

PANNS is our marital creed.

"SCABOBI"?

It stands for "Steady Calm Attitude Brings Optimal Bliss Inherently." Today I read my own obituary.

And the thing that hit the most was that it didn't even mention Megan.

I-I lost my-my wedding ring.

Sly, it is a Band-Aid.

I will get you another.

Paige is like fruit punch.

And your brain is like a Ferrari engine.

As the founder of Scorpion, I don't really need to check with anyone.

Appreciate the candor.

Walter: Collins got Toby.

Pull.

[grunts and groans]

You pulled me out?

Methane geysers, hundreds of them.

This will start warming the Earth's atmosphere within hours and then...

Mass extinction.

Carson [over phone]: No way our government can mobilize those resources to the Arctic in that time frame.

I don't care how much red tape's involved, Carson.

We've got tons of ice-gas sh**ting through the atmosphere.

It's gonna bake us all to bits.

That is almost entirely inaccurate.

We have methane escaping ice fissures, and it's getting trapped in the atmosphere.

Now, the "bake us to bits" part is correct.

Well, Mr.

O'Brien, satellite imagery has made us aware of a potential geological event in the region, it's just...

Not a geological event, an extinction event.

And there's nothing "potential" about it.

Now, if we don't get some government support to plug those leaks within three hours, enough methane will have escaped to permanently heat the atmosphere and end human life in 90 days tops.

So we're gonna need three dozen pieces of heavy construction machinery, and we'll need 50 workers-- no, no, no-- make that 60 workers.

Mr.

O'Brien, there is no way our government can mobilize those resources to the Arctic in that time frame.

Not to mention, our top scientists have yet to determine how much of a thr*at, if any, this methane leak is.

Your top scientists are all with me in Norway.

[phone clicks]

Idiot.

We're on our own.

Nice.

Fight the man.

[tires screech]

Why are we stopping here?

Cabe: We're far enough from the methane to be safe, and I'm not just gonna drive around blind until we have a plan.

Walt's got a plan, we're just a few dozen payloaders short.

How are we gonna stuff up all those fissures at once?

[high-pitched whirring]

What's that noise?

[helicopter blades whirring]

I've seen classified photos of that beast in Homeland briefings.

That's the Russian X-138.

The fastest m*llitary helicopter on Earth.

That is how we're gonna save the Earth.

We just need to steal it.

I'm not sure all the methane's out of Walt's bloodstream.

I assure you, I am lucid.

Now, right now, what is our number one problem?

I'm being forced to work with a man who tried to m*rder me.

Eh, I saved your life today, I'd say we're back to zero.

Our number one problem is how to quickly and efficiently cork up the methane fissures.

Exactly.

We're gonna use the helicopter as our cork dispenser, we're gonna seed the clouds above the fissures to make it snow.

Snow falls into the fissures, partially clogging them up...

Temperature starts decreasing...

Snow turns to ice...

Totally sealing the fissures...

Completely stopping the methane release, the heating of the atmosphere...

And the extinction event.

Government sends a team to pump methane-eating bacteria under the ice.

No more worries.

The problem is, is that chopper is most likely headed back over the Russian border a few miles from here.

So we have to cross a border?

And steal a m*llitary helicopter.

It's not like we can borrow it from the Russians.

There isn't a lot of trust between our countries.

Copter was heading northeast.

Most of this border up here is unprotected.

Why don't we drive in that direction and see if we can't find where it went?

Cabe: Copy that.

[phone clicks]

CIA has a dossier on this place.

It's a luxury spa retreat for top Russian m*llitary, their families and friends.

m*llitary?

Place is full of top brass who carry their weapons at all times.

Okay, what else did they tell you was in the facility?

It's Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous in there.

The big sh*ts go there for saltwater pools, exercise studios, the works.

Perfect.

Why, are you thinking of a getting a facial?

No.

To seed the clouds, we'll need silver iodide.

Since we don't have it, we will make it.

We combine potassium iodide...

Which is used as a decontaminant in saltwater pools.

...with silver nitrate.

Found in the backs of mirrors to keep them reflective.

But we'll need the helicopter to seed the clouds.

It's still running with a pilot at the ready, it seems like someone's gonna use it any minute.

Cabe: They're using m*llitary assets to fly around from the local bases.

But even if we get our hands on it, who's gonna fly the thing?

I can fly the copter.

Pilot's license, remember?

Oh, yeah, last time you flew us somewhere, we crashed.

PANNS.

No disparaging of ideas.

First N.

Sylvester: We got to delay whoever's using the whirlybird next, so it's still there after we pilfer all the chemicals we need.

I speak fluent Russian, guys.

I can get us past that front desk.

I'm just gonna need, uh, that metal pen that you used to take notes on my research in prison.

Cabe, I'll need you to follow some very simple instructions, and Happy, I'll need you to be my wife.

Come on, Toby.

I'm, like, the only one here she hasn't been married to.

[Collins chuckles]

Hey!

Hey, hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, settle down.

Hey, it was a joke.

A joke.

Okay.

Let's get to work.

[soft piano music playing]

[Collins speaking Russian]

[speaking Russian]

[typing]

Cabe, one large step back.

25 feet.

[electric buzzing]

[exclaims, grunts]

Happy: Uh, coast is clear.

[clerk grunting]

I'm fine.

I'm fine, thanks.

Sorry, man.

[muffled shouting]

Here, this must be the helicopter manifest.

Yeah.

What-what was it that gave it away, was it the little picture of the helicopter?

Sorry.

My bad.

Therapy is a marathon, not a sprint.

Just shut up and read the schedule, please, Collins.

Collins: It says General Victor Andropov is scheduled to fly out in 22 minutes, right after his seaweed treatment at the spa.

Spa, okay, so we don't let him leave the spa.

Uh, Cabe and Collins, handle that, Happy, Sly, Toby, uh, get to the pool maintenance and grab blocks of potassium iodide, and, uh, Paige and I will grab a bucket of ice scrapers that I saw from outside, and then get the silver nitrate from some mirrors.

Look at the exercise room.

Entire ceiling is covered in mirrors.

Toby: So was our hotel room in Santa Barbara, but somehow, we're in the Arctic.

We don't pull this off, your honeymoon will be postponed forever and we'll all die before your one month anniversary, so hands in.

Huh?

Hands in.

It's a sports thing.

You put your hands in a circle to get psyched up for the big game.

Now, the whole world is counting on us.

Now, hands in.

All right, Scorpion, on three, ready?

Ready.

One...

Sorry, Collins.

Team members only.

Cabe: Two...

When was the last time everybody washed up?

Three.

We wasted three seconds.

Let's go.

You got to be kidding me.

[quietly]: Go Scorpion.

Cabe?

♪ Scorpion 4x02 ♪ More Extinction [speaking Russian]

[dance music playing]

[Paige grunts]

If I knew there'd be this much vent infiltration when I took this Scorpion job, I might've reconsidered.

Oh, yeah.

Here is good.

Yeah.

That music should be loud enough to cover the sound of our scraping.

Okay.

[music continues playing]

[groans]

What is it?

Nothing, it's just the, uh, the music.

It's quite, it's inefficient.

Isn't it?

I mean, if calisthenics is the goal, you'd get the same result without the blaring soundtrack.

Music makes it more fun.

Not for the inner ear.

Sensorineural hearing loss is no laughing matter.

Well, music is not an intellectual matter.

Some things exist just to be enjoyed, Walter.

Not everything's constantly cerebral, you know?

Well, an increase in the amount of cerebral activity would be a boon to general society.

Of course, yeah, it's just a...

an observation.

Let's continue with the collection of the silver nitrate.

[scraping]

You know, fun fact about silver nitrate.

It's actually used for certain eye treatments.

It's not that fun of a fact, actually.

Collins: Oh, he's a big old slab of Acipenser gueldenstaedtii.

The scientific classification of Russian sturgeon.

Shut up.

I don't want to hear it.

Hey.

Showtime.

Put this on.

A "please" would be nice.

Yeah, so would a cold beer and a warm showgirl, and you're not getting any of those either.

Grab that hot wax.

We're gonna need it.

The funny thing, Agent, is that criminals and law enforcement aren't all that different.

Both highly intelligent.

Both risk-takers.

Yeah, but a criminal does it for himself.

Cops do it for others.

That's the rub.

I'm working on it.

I'm desperately hoping to switch up my 51% bad with my 49% good.

I would really love to make that two percent leap.

Well, for right now, concentrate 100% on the job.

Get into character.

[speaking Russian]

[speaks Russian]

You've got to be kidding me.

It's empty.

They're out of potassium iodide.

Uh, they must be in between orders.

That means we're in between a rock and a hard place.

No potassium iodide means we can't seed the clouds, make it snow and seal those methane fissures.

And all life ends, save for some gross insects.

The bugs haven't won yet.

We've got all the potassium iodide we'd need.

It's just been dissolved in over 26,000 gallons of water right above our heads.

And in order to get salt from salt water, you need to boil it, and I don't think they make a pot big enough to hold a whole pool's worth of water!

Happy: Ah, right here.

These pipes are hot.

Must be headed into the steam room.

I can drain the pool water and redirect it into these pipes.

We crank the heat, vent the steam, and all that's left in the catch basin is potassium iodide residue.

That works.

My girl is brilliant!

Except how do we protect the swimmers?

We drain the pool, we create a suction that could pin somebody to the drain.

They drown.

Then we clear the pool.

Even if we could come up with a lie to tell the swimmers, none of us speak fluent Russian.

Not if we can get everyone to leave the pool voluntarily.

This is masked industrial dye.

It's used to expose urine in the pool.

But if I take a large chunk of it and break it up while no one's looking, a dark blue cloud's gonna form all around me and they're all gonna think I dropped some lemonade off at the party, if you catch my drift.

Your plan is to pee people out of the pool?

Grab a swimsuit from the laundry and while I'm getting changed, I'm gonna search for how to say, "Sorry, I had an accident," in Russian.

Sometimes I can't believe I said, "I do." [grunting]

[upbeat techno music playing]

Okay.

I think that's the last of it.

Yeah, okay, let's get it into the bucket 'cause this music is giving me a headache.

[speaking Russian]

Uh-oh.

[whispering]: Let's go.

Okay, this will heat the water to about 215 degrees, more than enough to turn it into steam.

Okay, all the valves are prepped for release for when the pool is empty.

Okay.

I'm ready.

You might not need to pretend to pee to get people to leave.

Come on, that's uncool, man.

This is all I could find.

Is it that bad?

Only bad thing is how turned on I am.

Can't act on it.

Wish me luck.

Okay, I just broke the second "N" of PANNS.

No lying.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [speaks Russian]

[people groaning]

Okay.

Coast is clear.

Open the valve.

Pool's draining.

Toby, you forgot the dye pack.

How'd you make the water turn blue?

I improvised.

Yeah.

I think we're just about done, comrade.

Who are you?

We're the guys that just made you immobile.

[grunting]

See, when you mix the wax with the plant proteins in the seaweed, it makes this...

super-hard candy shell and you, my friend, are the sweet inner nougat.

I will have you k*lled!

I doubt that.

But I might get an itchy trigger finger.

Now...

you're gonna tell your copter pilot that you're not gonna leave for another hour.

Do that, I stuff a sock in your mouth, we leave and no one gets hurt.

And by no one, I mean you.

Okay, we are over 20,000 gallons of water.

We should be good.

Opening the basin.

Jackpot.

Cabe, we need you to go to the loading dock to get a handcart so we can move all this.

Copy that.

We're on our way.

[muffled shouting]

Sylvester: That's more than enough potassium iodide.

Man, it's hot as hell in here.

Oh, you think?

Okay, you guys take care of that stuff.

I am gonna go hijack the helicopter.

Hey, that-that pilot is armed, so I know you can outsmart him, but you can't outsmart a b*llet, so please be careful.

Copy that.

Now that you are all dressed, I am kind of missing the speedo.

I still got it.

You and Happy, I'm glad for you.

Oh, thanks, pal.

You know, Happy told me about how you're feeling with the, uh, obit leaving Megan out and all.

That was a methane-induced confession.

She shouldn't have told you that.

Oh, well, when you're married, telling one spouse is telling both.

Yeah, that's the thing.

You and Happy are married.

And Cabe found Allie.

Now Walter and Paige are together.

It's just...

what do you do when you lose your one true love?

Sly, you have an opportunity that almost no one ever gets.

You read your obituary and now you can change it.

Who is to say that true love only comes around once?

Maybe true love is like a boomerang.

Boomerangs do only come around once.

Point is, nothing in the universe says that you can't find love again.

And-and then one day, your obituary is gonna read, "Sylvester Dodd was a man so great that two wonderful women fell for him." That's only gonna happen if the world doesn't end, so can we pick up the pace, please?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, walk a little closer to me.

Block the bucket in case anybody passes.

Oh, no.

Here, sit in the chair.

Sit in the chair.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow!

What, are you trying to pierce my skin with your thumbs?

No, it's deep-tissue manipulation.

It breaks up the fascia tissue.

[speaks Russian]

[speaks Spanish]

[speaks Spanish]

Oh.

[speaking Spanish]

[starts to speak Spanish]

Ow.

Tú también.

What the heck were you doing?

I was...

pleasuring you.

Wh-What husband doesn't know his wife has a bad shoulder?

Now they're gonna be suspicious.

Well, I mean, they left.

How suspicious could they be?

[shouts in Russian]

Run, run.

Happy, what's your status?

Married.

You were there, remember?

Toby: Come on, what's going on?

Okay.

I've got the pilot in my sight.

I'm just gonna lead him to the back of the copter and knock him out with a concussive blast from the exhaust, all for the low, low price of 17 cents.

[coins clattering]

Happy: Crap.

Everything is in Cyrillic.

You didn't anticipate that when you were getting into a Russian helicopter?

Uh, I thought things would be in their standard spots, but this is some kind of high-tech, experimental machinery.

Okay, here goes.

Double crap.

Abraham Lincoln?

Okay, this should be the exhaust port.

Second time's the charm.

What the hell was that?

What the hell was that?

Happy?

What the hell was that?

I accidentally made Russia declare w*r on Norway.

My bad.

Good news?

I'm getting really good at hog-tying people.

The bad news is: the pilot's walkie is blowing up with Russkie chatter.

Sounds like I rattled 'em pretty good.

I believe we need to get out of this spa as soon as humanly possible.

Uh, Walter.

Our barrel of potassium iodide is nearly full.

Where is the silver nitrate?

Walter: The silver nitrate's on its way, but we need to dissolve it in water to seed the clouds.

Well, then it needs to be peanut buttered with our chocolate.

And that'll take a second, too.

Paige: Yeah, well, I'm not sure we're gonna have all the seconds we need.

We've got guards chasing us and I think they just came onto our floor.

Here, here, here, here.

Okay, just get your butts and cloud cocktail to this platform and I will get us out of here.

Um...

You have no idea how to fly that thing, do you?

I'm-I'm just a little g*n-shy.

Literally.

Boots, Toby, many boots running.

Cabe?

Guards are coming.

Get out of there!

Collins and I will get the iodide salt and bring it to the helipad via the service elevator.

You heard the man.

Let's vamoose.

[speaking Russian]

[door creaks]

Cabe: Use your legs.

One, two, three, lift.

Use your legs, genius.

Almost on.

Push.

[yells]

Hey, hey, hey.

Keep it down!

Oh, my ankle.

Oh, man, my ankle.

[groaning]

How bad?

[groans]: I don't know.

It hurts like hell.

[moans]

All right, well, come on.

Try to stand on it.

Yeah.

[groans]

[yells]

Nope.

Nope.

It's like a Kn*fe in my tendon.

All right.

Let's go.

Get on.

You're riding on the cart from here on out.

Okay.

Oh, nothing suspicious about this.

[console trilling]

Honey?

Gonna need to be airborne real soon.

I'm getting the hang of it.

[console beeping]

Not an expert here, but that rotor needs to be moving faster.

Uh, this either g*ns the engine or dumps the fuel.

Well, what the hell?

[rotor whirring]

Eureka!

Guys, we're cooking up here.

ETA?

Nothing at the moment.

Happy: Cabe?

So, almost at the service elevator.

There's a guard at the elevator.

All right, the elevator's not an option.

[sighs]

We can't take the stairs 'cause the barrel's too heavy and Collins can barely walk.

Yeah, and we're stuck in a linen closet.

We need a plan fast.

You got something?

Was it really that bad of a massage?

That's what you're thinking about right now?

No, it's just we're together, so...

things are meant to be effortless, but I couldn't even convince the manager that we were an actual couple.

That's a problem.

Right?

[sighs]

Does that feel real enough to you?

Yes.

Good.

Russian hotel managers and Mark Collins do not determine if we are a real couple or not.

We do.

So get your head back in the game and figure out a solution.

[quietly]: Okay.

Sylvester: Uh, guys?

[shouts in Russian]

[g*nshots]

We're taking fire here!

We're under fire!

Okay, we are still okay; this thing is known to be bulletproof.

[b*ll*ts ricocheting]

More like b*llet-resistant.

Walter: Happy, get out of there.

Okay.

Here goes nothing!

We're getting there.

[Sylvester yells]

Toby: Is another part of this helicopter's secret powers that it only flies sideways?

I am figuring it out.

[yelps]

[laughs]

See?

Easy.

Now, Cabe, as soon as our guard is gone, we will meet you and Collins at the valet, we'll steal a ride, and we'll meet up with you.

No, we're closer to the Arctic van we stashed behind the Dumpsters.

We'll grab that.

What's the plan, Walt?

Since we didn't have time to mix the aqueous solution with the chopper, we are gonna let the chopper mix the solution for us.

Lost.

First, we are gonna launch the silver nitrate into the cloud.

How?

It's an as*ault copter, I assume that it has surface-to-air missiles?

Oh.

Yeah, roger that.

Walter: Now, Happy, you're gonna fly the helicopter in large circles to create a vortex that will dissolve the silver nitrate into the cloud's water vapor.

Then all it needs is the potassium iodide.

Which we will introduce via grenade launcher, which you, Cabe, will have positioned downwind.

Once airborne, it'll all mix in the sky, forming silver iodide crystals.

The water will then freeze around the crystals and it'll snow, plugging the methane leaks.

Sounds good.

Then all we need to do is get to the valet.

It's too risky to leave.

I haven't seen a shadow from his feet in a while.

We have no choice but to take a chance.

I prefer certainty over risk.

I prefer not to die in a closet.

Look, I get it.

We are different people, but we need to get the hell out of here and nothing is ever 100% certain.

[door unlocks]

It's 100% certain we're screwed.

Come with me.

Okay, but we need to bring this with us.

It explains why we're here.

You'll want to see what's in it.

That's not gonna be possible.

[guard yells, groans]

What'd you do to him?

Kicked him in the gooty.

Run.

Uh, snookums?

I'm, uh, trying to shave the fuses on the expl*sives so they detonate exactly where we want.

So steady, please, or you're gonna be a widow before the end of the honeymoon.

I am doing my best, which you might understand if you were being a little bit more SCABOBI.

Excuse me?

Of the two of us, I am unquestionably more SCABOBI.

Based on present wind speed and dispersal rates of the helicopter blades, Cabe, Walter, you need to launch these chemicals from points exactly two miles apart from each other.

We'll drop the launchers and the a*mo.

Sending you the coordinates now.

[yells]

Air pocket.

Totally routine.

[exhales loudly]

Got the coordinates.

[engine starts]

[tires squeal]

And we'll get to our coordinates as soon as we get a ride.

[engine starts]

Now, now.

[car alarm chirps]

All right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

So no one can follow us.

[engine starts]

[tires squealing]

Your coats.

Collins: It's freezing on the tundra.

Be careful.

Good luck!

You, too.

Hey.

I just wanted to say, if this high-odds plan does work, maybe you guys can, too.

[man shouts in Russian]

[g*nf*re]

[tires squeal]

Careful.

All right.

First launcher ready to drop.

We're over Walt's coordinates now.

We're on our way.

Cabe, once you get to your rocket launcher, unscrew the detonator caps, empty the gunpowder, and replace it with the potassium iodide.

The gunpowder residue is enough to explode the rocket, which will disperse the salt and silver into the clouds.

Our drop spot.

Ooh.

Okay, guys, I'm guessing we're minutes from the point of no return.

We found our rockets.

We're over Cabe's coordinates now.

[groans]

50 yards from the launch spot.

But there's a fissure in the ice.

We can't drive over it.

We're gonna have to run for it.

All right, come on.

Okay, I got it, I got it.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

Come on!

Come on, Collins!

Hey, wait, hold up!

[groans]

[groans]

[yells]

God!

[groaning]

[groaning continues]

Wait!

[yells]

[electricity buzzing]

[screaming]

Hey, Cabe!

Collins!

Come back!

[groans]

[gasping]

Collins, you got to keep up.

We're talking the end of the Earth.

I'm well aware of that, but I-I can't with my ankle.

Come on, we got to get to the drop spot and launch the rockets.

Okay.

Just-just go.

The shocks are t*rture, but the amperage won't k*ll me.

You heard the man, Cabe.

I can't just leave the guy writhing in agony.

Then take off his stun cuff.

He's not gonna run anywhere.

If I uncuff him without a direct order, I violate a half a dozen federal statutes.

Cabe, what we're doing is more important.

We don't have time for this.

All right.

If you screw me...

I won't.

[cuff clicks]

I am into circular flight pattern.

I'm gonna start churning the air.

Our first rocket's ready.

Now or never, guys!

First rocket's away.

[expl*si*n in distance]

Sylvester: The silver nitrate is registering on the meteorological gauge.

It's dissolving into water vapor!

We need to add the potassium iodide!

[Cabe panting]

Cabe, let her rip.

Seconds away.

Collins!

Sorry, Gallo.

That two percent makes all the difference.

What's going on?

Collins was faking it.

He's running to the truck.

Just let him run.

You have the key to the truck, I have the spare.

Son of a...

Here, let's move that wet jacket.

He took the key when we were changing clothes.

b*st*rd.

[whoops]

Be well, Team Scorpion!

[laughs, whoops]

Cabe, there's nothing you can do about Collins.

You need to fire the missiles.

Soon as you're done seeding, Happy, we're using that att*ck copter to track him down.

Happy: Copy that.

All right, it could be soon.

Just fired the last rocket.

Me, too.

I'm seeing a lot of evidence of cloud seeding.

This last pass should do it.

[rocket launcher clatters]

Guys, snow.

[Walter laughs]

It's a lot of snow.

[laughing]: It's a lot of snow.

It's working!

Total whiteout on the ice fields.

Snow will fill the fissures, freeze up and then stop all the leaks.

Then Homeland gets a new drill up here, they pump in methane-eating bacteria, and we head out of Dodge.

Easy-peasy.

Doc, when you said "total whiteout," does that mean you can't see the road from the sky?

Yeah, visibility's basically nil.

Meaning no way of tracking Collins.

He is a crafty sociopath.

Prisoner engaged in acts throughout the day aimed at his planned escape.

Toby: I'm certain now that he dropped me in the drink on purpose so he could get my clothes off.

Uh, uh, to get my keys.

He took an opportunity to play mind games on everyone.

It culminated in the feigned injury.

As a result, to avoid the shock t*rture of the prisoner, I disabled his cuff.

I-I was the one who suggested it.

I unlocked it.

I set him loose.

Was this whole thing a ruse?

The extinction event?

No, that was very real, and has been averted.

The likely scenario is, is that Collins has been waiting for something big to come along to get us involved.

Knowing security would be loose.

Not loose, Cabe had that yutz on his hip all day.

And the six billion ruble Russian att*ck helicopter?

Ditched it in Norway.

W-We did leave a note on the windshield, said, uh, "Thank you for the loaner, your friend, America." So all's well that ends well.

Thank you for the debriefing, Agent Gallo.

I screwed up.

H-Hey, hey.

Do not second-guess prioritizing the fate of the world over a scheming lunatic.

It's the m*llitary man in me.

When your superior officer gives you that icy stare, you know the conversation ain't finished.

Walter: I told you to do it, I will take the heat.

Interpol has Collins' photo and prints.

He's got no money or ID.

We'll get him back, I-I'm confident of that.

Didn't you say you have a date with Allie?

You're right.

I'm gonna pick up some takeout from Kovelsky's, curl up with my girl, try to forget about today for a while.

[door opens, closes]

Toby: Personally, Collins on the loose has me terrified.

He lied to me flawlessly and he had us questioning PANNS from P all the way to SCABOBI.

Yeah, maybe that's not such a bad thing.

I know I was a co-drafter of the PANNS document, but I don't think we need a marital creed.

We just survived the stressors of a catastrophic world event while working with a psycho who tried to k*ll you.

And we're still together.

I'd say our marriage is pretty resilient.

I'd say you're pretty fantastic.

That being said, Collins gives me the willies, so for a romantic night in, how about we install security cameras and an alarm?

Be still, my heart.

Let's do it.

Two seconds.

Hey.

Made you something.

Hey.

A ring?

It's a Lucite mold, with strips of your original wedding Band-Aid layered inside.

You didn't slip off the rope when Paige was pulling you up.

You intentionally went back into the crevasse, facing great peril.

I know how much it meant to you.

Now it's permanent.

No need to replace it every day.

One less thing to worry about as you plot your new path and rewrite that future obituary of yours?

Oh.

Toby told you about our talk.

I guess you guys tell each other everything now.

Kind of, yeah.

Well, I already know what my new obituary will say.

"Sylvester Dodd.

He had the very best friends." Thank you, Happy.

I picked up those blintzes you like.

Listen, are you sure you want to stay in?

Because I'm willing to go out.

All right, well, if I fall asleep on the couch or something...

just throw a shoe at me.

Director Carson.

Agent Gallo, you're under arrest for instigating an escape.

[laughing]: You got to be kidding me.

g*n and badge.

The option was the end of humanity.

You would've preferred that?

g*n and badge.

I want a lawyer.

Gonna need one.

Hey.

Walt, will you get me my drink?

I left it in there the other day.

Mm-hmm.

Is that, um...

Uh, fruit punch.

I had the juice place make it for me.

Mm.

Still perfect.

[chuckles]

[exhaling sharply]

Fermented fish.

It's the best.

What are you thinking about?

Uh, stuff Collins said.

Me, too.

Yeah, he said some incendiary things, but that, in retrospect, given his true motive-- escape-- I don't think he said anything that was an honest observation.

Yeah, yeah, he was just trying to get in our heads.

Yeah, it was to distract us.

And if Collins thinks he can divide us with his lies, then he is not the genius we think he is.

Yeah, he's a pretty stupid genius.

[laughs softly]

Give me a swig of that, and...

Swigging and...

Mm.

I love fruit punch.

You know what?

I'm starving.

Mm, I love...

fermented...

Uh...

Yeah.

Uh-- no, I can't.

Good?

No?

I appreciate the effort.

Walter, kiss me.

Fish breath?

Yeah, me, too.

I don't care.

Me neither.

Mm.