02x12 - Dam Breakthrough

[bunniefuu]

♪ ♪

(water dripping)

(exhales)

Yes.

This El Niño is a real drag.

It's supposed to be white Christmas, not wet Christmas.

Uh, we are working on it.

I don't think the mix is cold enough.

It'll be covered.

If Toby bothers to come back.

I'm going very south on Christmas this year.

This holiday nonsense is k*lling me.

I think Ralph might say Christmas is fun.

Toby: In a city that collapses into gridlock over a light drizzle, let alone seven days of downpour?

Is that your idea of fun?

It is not.

Christmas spirit.

Apocryphal state of mind that doesn't really exist.

We get it. "Humbug."

Humbug is right. And it's about to go viral when Cabe sees the dent I put in his ride.

Anyway, I got the stupid ammonium nitrate.

There's one more bag in the car.

Where's Walter?

Walter, Toby's back!

Walter?

No.

I swear I saw him go upstairs.

I mean, it's not a definitive failure.

I have put some thought into this.

What if there was a way to take the technology, and then...

Um, are you on the phone?

Huh? No.

Oh, so you were just talking to Ferret Bueller?

Does he answer back?

Has Toby returned with my ammonium nitrate?

He did. Happy took it from him.

Okay. We should be ready.

Hold that.

Give me that.

Um, you do realize you were just talking to yourself, right?

Must have been running some calculations.

(ferret chittering)

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Paige: Whoa.

Where did this come from?

It's my proprietary formula.

Now, this non-melting snow project could be a massive windfall.

Imagine every ski resort using non-melting snow to cover their mountains every seven or eight years.

The patent could be worth billions.

This is snow density test A-1.

Now, on the count of three, give me a hard shove.

Down a steep, icy ramp?

That would make me an accessory to homicide.

And ferret-cide.

Or an assistant to a groundbreaking discovery.

Now think positive.

Cabe: Hey, gather up!

We got an emergency!

And you... what the hell happened to my SUV?

It was Christmas.

Man: The situation is at the Augustine Power Station on Mount Baldy, and it's about to go critical.

I'm gonna send you a password so you can access the surveillance photos of the...

Don't bother, I'm already in.

Wow, big tree.

Yeah, that 50-foot pine uprooted and crushed the power station wall like it was made of sugar.

Yeah, the root system on these pines can't handle that sort of precipitation; they just let go.

This rain is k*lling us.

Augustine DWP has 58 repair crews, all working 18-hour shifts, and we can't get anyone up to Augustine.

If that transformer gets flooded and shorts, 100,000 people lose power on Christmas.

Why us?

We're getting sporadic contact from the computer system, so that needs rebooting or repair, and we also need engineering for the roof.

All up your alley, right?

I guess word's gotten around how good and professional we are.

Christmas Eve is triple time.

It's a very important holiday to me.

We'll be happy to help.

Walter, do you think...

There might be a chance to show that...

Walter?

(mumbling)

Walter!

Yeah.

Uh, sorry.

Uh, Mr. Woodbury, once we get there, we can easily run a system diagnostic.

Happy, check my engineering.

Now, if we can float a large enough tarp over the structure, we can give it a new roof and improve the surrounding drainage to prevent a mudslide from this hill.

Why do you think that hill's in danger?

Uh, surface area of the soil, volume, porosity.

Standard geomorphology.

Okay, decent engineering, but where do we get the big balloons?

Didn't your father used to sell used cars at his garage?

Yeah.

Then we're covered.

Okay, we will be at the power station in an hour.

Now, we will need three cars to gather the equipment.

I'll explain why on the way.

Second time this morning I've heard him talking to himself.

Ever since Megan d*ed.

It's getting worse.

I'll ride with him.

(thunder rumbling)

(sighs)

You work with the world's best mechanic.

You ever think to ask her to fix this jalopy?

(mouthing)

Something on your mind?

You're moving your lips and nothing's coming out.

I'm running ideas, numbers.

What's the big deal?

It's just a new development.

And an odd one.

Can't shut you up today.

Do you at least have something to dry off my leg?

Don't open that. Please.

Whoa.

What's so important about this?

Don't shake it.

Don't shake that, Toby!

Please, don't, don't.

Oh, God.

I told you not to open it.

But what you didn't say was that your sister was in there.

Well, I haven't had the opportunity to spread them.

So you're keeping them in the glove compartment, in a coffee can?

The urn they gave me was black.

Megan hated black.

It's safe in there.

And that's enough on this topic.

(Sylvester humming)

Got a song in your heart?

I'm just thinking about Megan.

And you smile about it?

Absolutely.

Even close to the end, when there was music she wanted, we listened to it; a book, I'd read it to her.

We were together for a short time, but we didn't waste any moments, so... there's nothing to regret.

Why?

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

Excellent.

Now we have a break in weather.

Okay, let's set up balloons and tarp.

Helium t*nk goes over there.

Now I'm gonna go inside and start a computer diagnostic.

Happy, pick the lock.

We'll float the tarp over the building in under an hour.

Toby (quietly): You're not gonna believe what's in his glove compartment.

Gloves?

If it was gloves, do you think I'd be whispering?

He's got a can of Chock Full 'O Sister in there.

What?

(whispering)

Oh, boy.

All right, let's get a move on before there's another downpour!

♪ ♪

(gas hisses)

Cabe: All right, let's connect it and turn on the valve.

(inhales)

What the hell are you doing?

(high-pitched): ♪ Grandma got run over by a reindeer. ♪

(inhales)

(high-pitched): ♪ Coming back from our house Christmas Eve ♪
♪ People say there's no such thing as Santa... ♪

(inhales)

(high-pitched): ♪ But as for me and Grandpa ♪
♪ We believe! ♪

(laughs)

Okay, so... once this balloon is inflated, we can lift everything up, and the tarp will cover the building.

All set.

Ready to roll.

Sure thing.

Okay, so the computer system is back to full operation.

Now, one electric transformer suffered water damage from the roof rupture, but I shut it down, and the backup is compensating.

(Toby sighs)

It's the unexpurgated buildup of stress and grieving.

His internal monologue has gone external.

What's going to get him out of this?

Toby: Well, if it was 1940, shock therapy.

Past that, until he's willing to deal with Megan's death, there will be no progress.

He has to want it.

We're back online.

Okay.

Um, can I get a minute?

I think that this construction should protect the building nicely.

Toby: Yeah, it's pretty traditional.

I-I want to ask you something else.

(loud rumbling)

Earthquake?

No, that was a pressure cr*ck from concrete at least 15 feet thick.

I know my concrete.

Isn't there a dam about a mile away from here?

(vehicle doors closing)

There. Mudslide.

Walter: It must have poured millions of gallons into that reservoir.

Happy: It's well over the capacity line, and there's a cr*ck in the dam face.

Is the dam gonna fail?

Sylvester: Is anyone else thinking about the little town down in the valley?

Toby: It's more like a small city.

Augustine has close to 100,000 people.

We need to get into that dam's control room now.

Wait, why is no one here?

Happy: Most dams aren't manned full-time, and most definitely not on Christmas Eve.

Okay! We're in!

(computer beeping)

The reservoir is at 110% capacity.

This facility is run by Augustine DWP.

We need to call our contact right now.

Cabe: Just got off with him.

Flash floods took out the only two roads leading in and out of the valley.

He can't get his crew up here, and a chopper couldn't make it up in the fog.

The town needs to evacuate.

We need to get word to the police and the fire department.

They know.

They're holding back the information till they figure out a way to evac 100,000 people with no roads.

You've got to be kidding me.

Realistically, there's no leaving the valley for 24 hours.

(loud rumbling)

Come on, come on.

I haven't seen a cr*ck that terrifying since my proctology rotation.

Based on some quick calculations for water volume and the structural deficiencies, I'd say we have 68 minutes until the dam collapses.

Down there cooking hams and trimming trees, they have no idea how much danger they're in.

♪ Scorpion 2x12 ♪
Dam Breakthrough
Original Air Date on December 14, 2015

Okay, so we have two problems: the immediate and the eventual.

Immediate-- there's a current cr*ck in the dam.

We fix it, we buy time to address the eventual.

The overflow.

Which, given the tremendous weight from the extra water volume, will cause another cr*ck or topple the dam outright.

k*lling 100,000 people.

I think it's insane not to start an evacuation.

Walter: Not without viable roads.

There'll be panic, car wrecks, and then when we're successful, we'll know that that is statistically unnecessary death.

Can you guarantee we'll be successful?

I can guarantee that we're the only sh*t those people have.

Damn it to hell.

Dam puns at a time like this?

Not intentional.

(Walter mumbling)

Walter, not a good time for that.

Mimicking nature might be a possibility.

So, Toby, if there is a rupture in the body, a cut, how would the body respond?

With clotting.

How do you clot water?

By freezing it.

The whole reservoir?

We're in the Southwest, not the South Pole.

No, an isolated, endothermic reaction.

Now we freeze just the water directly behind the cr*ck, so it will stop pouring for long enough for us to repair the wall with a quick-drying concrete.

Concrete I can handle.

There's got to be a bag up here for small repairs.

When I worked for my grandfather's masonry company in high school, he used to add chalk to it so the concrete would dry quicker.

Happy: Calcium carbonate.

Smart man.

So we have that covered, but freezing a section of water in the reservoir?

The ammonium nitrate for the non-melting snow.

I never took the last bag out of Cabe's SUV.

Okay, so we have enough for one block of ice just one time, which will melt quickly.

Okay, we'll get it right the first time, then.

Let's move.

Hey, hey, a quick question.

How do we get the concrete through the cr*ck in the dam face?

There is a winch and a harness on the dam's walkway for repairs, but someone will need to rappel down.

Down a 200-foot face?

Here's the thing.

I have sciatica.

100,000 people are gonna die if we don't take care of it.

I got this.

Thank God.

Okay, the concrete and chalk mix is ready.

About to load the sprayer.

Okay, 40 feet down inside the cr*ck, approximately half a liter of mixture, give or take.

Anything in that skull worth discussing with actual people?

I'm filling this section of pipe with ammonium nitrate solution.

We'll feed it down on the water side of the dam to the cr*ck.

Once it's released, it will freeze a block of ice inside the dam wall, approximately 100 square feet, and it will melt in about 90 seconds.

I got 90 seconds to fill that whole rupture?

Okay.

All right, let's move.

Walter: I don't think muttering calculations makes me less efficient.

It's the symptomatology that's concerning.

It's not making me less efficient, so please keep your dime-store psychoanalysis to yourself, so that I can focus on saving the dam.

With the number of degrees I have, it's more dollar-store psychoanalysis.

Just FYI.

Can we please focus?!

Okay, down you go.

♪ ♪

Yeah!

Yeah, I can see it!

Walter: Once it's at its proper depth, pull the string, solution releases, and we start the clock.

Still got a ways to go.

Ten more feet!

It's good.

I'm gonna go check the monitors in the control room.

Okay, Walt, Cabe's in place!

Now!

It's working!

90 seconds.

All right, good!

(computer beeping)

Toby: Okay, I'm not seeing any further structural breaches.

So far, so good.

58 seconds.

Working like a charm!

Happy: Okay, good. Now hurry, 'cause if the ice melts before you're done, the water will gush back out and knock you out of your harness.

I need more slack!

I got to swing over and fill this last spot!

Toby: 40 seconds.

Is it necessary for him to be swinging around down there?

He leaves even part of the cr*ck unsealed, when the ice melts, the water pressure will rip out all the repair work.

And back to square one with no more ammonium nitrate.

Happy, give him slack! We only have one sh*t at this!

(whirring)

Toby: 20 seconds.

Come on, guys.

I've already done the calculations.

There's an 88% chance that this winch won't sustain his centrifugal force!

(grunts)

Got it!

Happy: Whoa!

His rope jumped the wheel!

Oh, oh!

We got to haul him in by hand!

No, no, it's too far apart! Can't reach it!

(gasps)

All right!

I'll walk my way back up!

No, do not pull on it!

It's about to fray!

Okay, it's gonna snap in seconds!

Cabe, Cabe, Cabe, spray a staircase with concrete!

What the hell's he talking about?!

The sprayer! Do it now!

(screams)

I'll be up in a minute!

(panting)

Toby: I'm seeing a flashing sign that says "Dam failure."

I'm assuming that's bad.

(computer beeping, door opens)

Toby?

Cabe: What are we looking at?

A problem in the form of a clog.

Debris from the mudslide's blocking the output pipe.

So the reservoir's not draining.

And if it doesn't drain, the water builds up, the pressure builds up-- bye-bye dam.

Capacity's at 110%.

Concrete gravity dams don't survive over capacity for more than half an hour, unless their water level can be brought down substantially.

Is that even possible?

Not with the output pipe blocked.

At least we got a doctor in the house.

Who's got two thumbs and rocked his G.I. rotation?

This guy!

What are you babbling about?

This place needs a dam colonoscopy. D-A-M.

I'm talking about the dam. I'll explain.

Picture a colonoscope with spinning blades on the end.

I'd rather not.

No, Toby's right.

We need to clear this like a plumber clears a sink drain!

Problem is these pipes are roughly 73 times the diameter, like... the length of my wingspan.

Oh, that's some rooter.

Think this place keeps gear like that on hand?

Uh, nope, but we can build one with an outboard motor.

I saw one on a skiff up top on a walkway.

20 horsepower.

Uh, that will do.

And with 60 feet of cabling and the car battery from your SUV, we should be good to go.

(computer continues beeping)

Uh, Walt, toss me the camera.

Y-Yeah, sure.

Okay, the only access to the pipe is in this room.

Sylvester: Okay.

And the door's locked.

Everything's electronic.

256-bit AES encryption.

Okay, so, Paige, keep an eye on the structural integrity monitors.

If anything turns red, you let me know quick.

If anything turns red, we're all underwater.

You three get the gear.

Sylvester and I will hack open the doors.

♪ ♪

Clever.

Cabe, how's it looking?

Cabe: Good.

Hey, Doc?

You better be taking better care of my car.

I'm sorry, Cabe.

You're breaking up.

Walt, Sly, you open that door yet?

Sylvester: Seconds away.

Actually, done.

(door buzzes)

Happy: I'll attach the propeller to the end of the conduit cable.

Toby, use the jumper cables to hook up the power source.

Got a file?

Happy: This thing has to chew through trees, branches and everything that's clogging that pipe, so make those teeth sharp.

How's that?

Show-off.

Camera attached.

Okay, this will help us steer turns in the pipe and see where the blockage is.

Okay.

Okay, Sly?

You clocking this?

Crystal clear.

Okay, off Sylvester's calculations, we have 26 minutes until dam failure.

You need to get that rig in the water now.

Let the procedure begin!

(motor whirring)

Okay, there's a fork in the pipe coming up. Steer right.

Once we clear this blockage, this water's gonna turn into a raging river.

So we got to get ready to clear out quick!

Oh, you're about to hit the clog.

Doc, let 'er rip!

(motor whirring loudly)

So far, so good.

Water's already speeding up!

Paige: And the reservoir is going down.

It's reducing stress on the dam.

Whoa, Nelly!

We are stuck!

Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi.

Okay. Clarifying the image.

Oh, no. Pinus muricata.

What-what is that, a fancy word for pine tree?

Uh, this puppy can handle pine!

Toby, hit the throttle!

(motor whirring loudly, Toby grunts)

Ah, what did I tell ya?

Let go and get out! Quick!

(grunts)

(grunts)

Happy just got pulled in!

Happy!

Where the hell does this thing go?!

I'm going after her!

Paige: Toby, that goes straight to the turbine.

You'll both be sucked in and cut to pieces.

Okay, we only have one sh*t to save her.

The pipe she's in curves here.

We can b*at her to the drain and catch her!

Cabe: You're smarter than that!

Trust Walter!

He has been talking to himself all day.

Would you?

Toby, it's her only sh*t!

Based on her size and lung capacity, she only has 64 seconds.

Okay, okay.

We can make it and save her in 55.

Here, grab those two sandbags and follow me!

Okay!

29 seconds until she drowns.

Okay, we have to wait till the rig goes through the drain.

Otherwise, we risk it cutting through the catch and then Happy slipping straight through.

Now, if she gets pulled down that whirlpool, oh, it's straight to the turbines.

That's a tight window; we're talking seconds.

Ready?

Yeah.

Hold on, hold on.

There's the motor.

Wait for it.

It's being sucked into the whirlpool.

Here she comes. Now!

Okay.

Happy!

Happy, we got you!

My foot's still attached to the motor!

Help! It's pulling me down!

Come on!

Yeah! I think...

I got you.

Come on!

I can't get out! It's pulling my leg.

(coughs)

Oh, it's too strong!

Happy! Cabe, get her other arm!

Cabe: All right, on three!

One, two, three!

(all grunting)

(coughing)

Toby: Come on, look at me.

(panting)

Look at me, look at me.

Hey, hey.

Are you all right?

I'm not really big on involuntary swimming, but I'm fine.

Paige: Guys?

The turbines are not fine.

(computer beeping)

What's happening?

Uh... two of the three turbines broke when the rig went through.

There's only one left working.

Uh, one turbine doesn't have enough power to drain the reservoir in time.

We have 24 minutes until dam failure.

Don't even say failure.

The people in that town don't know what's happening up here.

Dam doesn't care, Paige.

Earlier, while you were building the rooter, I went on the city's home page.

This is from yesterday.

Footage of the Christmas parade in their town square.

Have you been a good girl this year?

Yes.

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

Paige: This is what's at stake.

Not population statistics-- people.

Individuals, little girls, parents, grandparents.

It is Christmas, guys.

We cannot let this happen.

Any bright ideas, Walt?

(mumbling)

Hey, Walt, you missed a rousing speech while you were mumbling to yourself.

And the gist of it?

Lots of people need Walter O'Brien on his "A" game.

So I'm not letting you talk to yourself anymore.

You're gonna fight your nature. Talk to me.

You have no idea how right you are.

This I have often been told.

No, no, no.

The river needs to fight its nature.

River? What? No, no.

That's not what I meant.

What are you talking about?

The only way to save the dam and the people in town is to make the river that feeds the dam flow in reverse.

Doesn't sound crazy at all.

Okay, explain to me how you make a river flow backwards.

Two miles upriver, the Kesselman Reservoir is stable at 48%.

Now, if we can force 52% of our reservoir's water back up into it...

We'll decrease pressure on this dam just enough so that failure is no longer a thr*at.

You know, Doc always says you have a god complex, and I'm starting to think he's right.

You're not Moses.

How you gonna part this water?

We fight nature.

With a tsunami b*mb.

A b*mb at a dam that's about to give?

Happy: During World w*r Two, the U.S. developed these bombs in secret-- tectonic weapons to create monster waves to wipe out enemy cities.

Won't the b*mb blow out the dam?

Here.

Okay, so... the dam ends here.

Bedrock starts down here at a depth of 128 feet.

We drop the b*mb here, using the bedrock to direct 100% of the blast force upriver.

Dam safe.

This is nuttier than George Washington Carver's lunch box.

Okay, we got to move theory into practice.

Just under 19 minutes to save the Whos down in Whoville.

Don't forget about us.

If that dam goes, so do we.

(loud rumbling)

Speaking of which...

Happy: Okay, one thing, Walt.

We cannot reverse the river without stopping it first.

That's right, but I have a plan for how.

Reversing the turbine.

That stops it from draining water out.

You-you said that was a bad thing.

Reversing it momentarily would take pressure off the dam wall and make it easier for us to create a tsunami.

But we have to move fast.

Now, the road to the substation that we repaired is still open. Paige and I will head back there to send maximum power back to the dam. In the meantime, you two seal the cracks in the wall with concrete, 'cause if water kills the computers, this plan falls apart and we lose the dam. Happy and Toby will build the b*mb. As far as the expl*sive substance, she should be able to find rubidium in the dam's thermoelectric generator. Rubidium explodes on contact with water, so we'll need to keep it dry as it sinks to the bedrock. The casing needs to dissolve, so I'm thinking rock salt.

So, in summary, we stop the river, drop the b*mb, reverse the river, save the town.

Easy.

Toby: See?

Those are the kind of thoughts you should only say to yourself.

Paige: Walter, look at all those Christmas lights.

Can we really revert enough power back to the dam to save all these people?

No. Those Christmas lights are gonna k*ll all those people.

What?

You need to get Ralph on the phone right now.

Get him on the phone.

We're running out of concrete!

Happy, how's that b*mb coming?!

Uh, slow and steady.

You do not rush rubidium, not with all this water around.

Now, we need to turn it to paste.

Okay.

Oh, no, no, da-da-da.

What? You got a faster way to turn liquid solid?

Considering how expl*sive it is, maybe the prudent...

(shrieks)

See? It worked.

We're almost done building a tsunami b*mb.

Th-That's a real thing.

I just said that.

Sylvester: Walt, nine minutes!

We need that power stat!

Almost there.

We should be calling the police, not Ralph.

They handle the emergency alert system.

No, if we call them, it will take a half hour to convince them that we're not crackpots.

Ralph, have you accessed the system?

Almost there.

Paige: Uh, by the way, where's your sitter?

Downstairs on her phone.

I gave her a soda.

I'm in.

Walter: Great work, Ralph.

Now send an emergency alert.

It will go out to every cell phone, TV and radio in town.

And be blunt, so they understand, okay?

No, no, Ralph.

Uh, appeal to their emotions, okay?

So type these words.

(phone beeping)

Cabe, the Emergency Alert System.

"We know this is scary, but please trust us. You must turn off all your power-- Christmas lights, appliances, everything-- so we can divert as much power as possible to the dam."

"We all have families and loved ones."

Toby: "Please follow our instructions, so we can be with them tomorrow on Christmas."

That must be Walter.

That kind of language?

That's from Paige.

Oh, no.

Don't tell me Toby's right about the Christmas spirit.

Yes! Everyone's turning off their lights!

Sending over the power now!

Okay, while that's not a miracle, I will concede that is miracle-adjacent.

We are super-juiced over here, Walter.

Reversing the turbine.

(computer beeping)

Toby, you have to throw that b*mb.

Doc, you ready?

Damn right I am.

Okay, that's the mark, and you got to nail it.

Let it fly.

Okay, here goes.

(grunts)

Not good. Not good.

We are two minutes away from complete dam failure.

Toby, you sure you missed that mark?

Well, you saw me box.

How well do you think I can throw?

If I unintentionally k*lled anyone, I am sorry.

Sylvester: Guys!

b*mb goes off in five, four, three, two, one!

Wow, we really suck at making bombs.

Yeah, we also suck at saving that dam and that whole town.

(expl*si*n)

Looks like your throw was good enough, Doc.

(whoops)

(laughs)

It's working!

Who's the b*mb?

(laughs)

Uh, what are the reservoir levels?

Uh, Kesselman is at 82%.

And we are down to 57, 56, 55%!

We are good!

Well, it worked.

Dam structural integrity's back up in the green.

Someone call Augustine DWP.

Let them know we're in the clear.

On it.

Ralph: You guys okay?

Yes. Great work, Ralph.

Now, why don't you tell everyone to turn their Christmas lights back on?

Your mom seems to really enjoy them.

Oh.

I know I really don't get involved in the holidays, but this is a welcome sight.

Yeah, it is.

Uh, you know what else would be welcome?

And something you might find that is, uh, efficient and rewarding... is opening up a little bit and sharing with other people, instead of just with yourself.

Walter?

Yeah, sorry. You were saying?

Um, just... we should be getting back.

♪ Up on the housetop, reindeer pause ♪
♪ Out jumps good ol' Santa Claus... ♪

Okay, let's fire this thing up.

I call first on the sled.

Uh, we used up the ammonium nitrate, remember?

Tomorrow, I call first on the sled.

I'm surrounded by children.

Is that gingerbread? Can I have some?!

(beep)

Drew: Hey, Paige, it's Drew.

I talked to Ralph earlier, but I wanted to wish you a Merry Christm...

Automated voice: Deleted. (beep)

Woman: Mr. O'Brien, this is Margaret Crosier. I'm calling from the Karman Prize committee.

Guys, Karman Prize called!

Our panel of judges was duly impressed by the research you submitted on rocketry.

So it's our pleasure to inform you that you have won the $15 million grant.

We just need to schedule a site visit inspection to make sure your rocket matches the specs you provided.

Call us as soon as possible.

Congratulations, Mr. O'Brien.

And Merry Christmas.

Hey, Walter, ever been to a dog track?

Son, that's life-changing money.

Oh, I know this is all very...

Where's the ferret?

Huh?

Where'd the ferret go?

Ferret?! Guys?

Paige: You left him in its upstairs cage.

No, no, no. I didn't.

I brought him down and then I closed the door. Where is he?

Well, he couldn't have gotten very far.

Okay, I'm gonna go out the back. You start looking around for him now!

Now!

Bueller?

(ferret chittering)

Bueller? Oh.

I found him! It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay, pal.

Nice and safe.

Who left the cage open?

Cabe: Pretty sure you were the last one to touch it.

I closed the cage. I always close the cage.

Okay. Well, it's okay now, 'cause the ferret is safe.

Well, I could've lost her!

Don't any of you comprehend that?!

I don't want that!

I don't want to lose her.

I didn't want to lose her.

I didn't want to lose my sister.

(exhales)

(sobs softly)

She was...

(exhales)

I miss her so much.

I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry. This is unprofessional.

(sniffles)

(sniffles)

Oh, God.

I have a great idea.

Okay. Think of it as a California snowman.

Happy: I've been working on this launchpad for the last few months.

If I knew we were using it today, I would've painted it or something.

It's perfect. Thank you.

Cabe: Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Just called in a favor with the FAA.

Rocket's got clear skies for takeoff.

You sure you want to do this?

The sentiment's beautiful, but $15 million-- someone like you could do a lot with that.

I built the rocket so I could win money to help with Megan's research.

It's her rocket; it's not mine.

Couldn't respect you more, kid.

♪ ♪

Hey.

So, Sly told me today that I should never waste time in life.

Um... that plus I-I'm thankful I'm alive.

Last year, I kissed you, and it didn't work out.

So let's try it in reverse this Christmas.

For the record, your logic makes zero sense.

But I don't care.

♪ ♪

(moans softly)

Quality kiss, Doc.

Good work.

♪ And we need a place to hide... ♪

That was a Christmas miracle.

Walter: Megan loved the stars.

I'm hoping she'd like to be with them.

I think she'd love to.

We are all set.

I think it would be appropriate for the husband to do the honors.

(exhales)

We never really talked about it, but, technically, when I married Megan, that made you and I brothers-in-law.

You know, I've always found that term antiquated.

How 'bout we just go with "brothers"?

♪ And we leave ♪
♪ It all behind ♪
♪ Can't you see ♪
♪ We need some time... ♪

Okay.

Um...

(rocket rumbling)

Bye.

♪ And we leave ♪
♪ It all behind ♪
♪ Can't you see ♪
♪ We need some time ♪
♪ The cold night takes us to a place ♪
♪ To escape the chill... ♪

Oh, I'm feeling a lot better, by the way.

You seem better.

I heard what you said earlier, about, um, opening up.

Maybe it's time I fight my nature.

It worked for the dam.

It might just work for you.

♪ Nobody knows ♪
♪ And we leave ♪
♪ It all behind ♪
♪ Can't you see ♪
♪ We need some time. ♪