04x21 - Kenny and the Jet

[bunniefuu]

Walter: Previously on Scorpion...

I actually just engineered this water filter.

Tastes like home.

If I can get one of these to every West Altadenian, they would choose to use tap water over bottled simply because of the taste.

Look at her.

Engaging the constituency with science.

How about you seize the moment and ask her out already?

I, uh...

Do you have something you want to tell me?

You know what, I can't remember.

Well, when you do, you know where to find me.

Having a baby means a lot of things will be out of my control.

That is a hard adjustment to make, and I feel like I'm losing a bit of my identity.

Hey, Patty.

I made this for you.

Cool.

Thanks, kiddo.

The UCLA event tonight, "Trigger Loop as a Major Determinant of Transcriptional Fidelity and Its Role in DNA Expression." Ralph: It doesn't sound so bad.

Yeah, well, I'd rather be at the swamp with the alligators.

Walter: Paige?

Uh, bad news.

The lecture was canceled.

It's probably...

for the best.

[car door closes]

I'm glad you could make it.

I'm psyched.

Well, let's go have a stimulating evening.

[motorcycle approaching]

[tires screech]

[engine revving]

All right, you can k*ll the engine.

I get it, you're on a motorcycle.

I'm sorry, I missed that.

What were you mumbling about?

I said, you're smoking up my Sanka.

Cool it.

Sheesh.

I'm just having some fun.

We both know that's not true.

Oh, man, here we go.

Now that you're not pregnant, you are going buck wild doing all the things you couldn't do when you thought you were pregnant.

You know, the Amish have a word for this.

It's called "rumspringa." I am not a teen sowing wild oats.

I built up angst during the fertility process, and I am letting off steam.

You're doing wheelies on the freeway.

You're scuba diving at night.

You're eating street meat from that truck under the freeway.

That's just dangerous.

You worry too much.

So did I.

Maybe that's why the pregnancy didn't take.

Wheelies could help our chances.

We're trying again in a few months, and it might help our chances if you do not die.

Walter: Speaking of dying, I have a diagnosis, Toby.

I'm fatigued.

Listless.

Anxious.

And according to Harrison's Principles of Internal Medicine, I have Lyme disease.

Hmm.

Let's take a look.

Let's see here.

Pupils are normal.

Pulse is regular.

Head's inflated.

Nothing about you has changed.

Then why do I feel so bad?

You don't have Lyme disease.

You got lying disease.

You feel guilty for lying to Paige about going to that lecture with Flo.

Now your psychological pain, it's manifesting physically.

There are solutions.

A: Tell her the truth.

Toby: Yeah.

It would relive your pain, but that would hurt her.

So then I-I shouldn't tell her.

Well, that's "B," which would spare her pain but prolong yours.

That is quite the conundrum.

See, this is why I never lie.

You just did it right there.

That being said, you got to game it out and decide what to do.

An emotional equation?

A decision chart.

Two columns.

Tell her.

Don't tell her.

And the side with the most entries dictates which course I choose.

Whatever, man.

In the meantime, should I keep sending her gifts?

What gifts?

"Power Ma-Saw-Ger"?

I don't want this thing.

How much more crap is he sending?

Ma'am, like I've explained, Skyhigh Buys keeps a limited number of items on plane for onboard delivery, but it doesn't allow for returns.

Enjoy your massager.

Why is Walter sending me this junk?

Gift-giving releases dopamine, triggering sensations of pleasure.

Too bad I couldn't give Patty one at her birthday party.

Get over it.

And you got to go to Hawaii.

We saw a volcano.

At least I did.

You were on your phone the whole time looking at party posts.

Drowning in FOMO.

That's "fear of missing out." I know what FOMO is.

You shouldn't have made me miss it.

Look how much fun she had.

Toby says a festive mood makes people receptive to new ideas.

Such as?

Asking her out?

You're 13.

Exactly.

It's time we took our relationship to the next level.

Do what the big kids do.

You don't mean...

Yes.

Movies and go-karting.

Serious stuff.

Look, I know you like Patty, but there's too big of a gap between you.

I'm willing to overlook her IQ.

Age gap.

I'm sorry.

This is what parents do.

They protect their kids.

This may be tough for a little bit, but it'll smooth out.

[passengers gasp, exclaim]

Whoa, hold tight.

[chuckles]

So, I was saying the fish-finder I used might have located the tuna, but I hauled her in.

My back is still barking like a terrier.

You can't imagine what it's like to endure something so long and grueling.

Actually, I can.

Excuse me, Morty.

How you doing, pal?

Grip tight enough on those armrests?

Thanks to the turbulence, our odds of crashing have increased from one in 1.2 million to one in one million.

We've already crashed once.

What are the odds we're gonna crash again?

Oh!

Increasing.

See?

Look on the radar.

There's a storm coming up.

A storm that the pilots are aware of and are going to avoid.

You got to think positive.

Your pitch went well.

The Navy brass, they like your water filtration system.

Paige: Maybe this will help you relax.

I was happy to accept Walter's upgrade to business class, but these gifts are getting ridiculous.

Thank you.

I will try anything to help soothe my nerves.

[buzzing loudly]

This is not soothing!

No.

No onboard returns.

And Ralph wants you to check out page 44 in the in-flight magazine.

"Destination: Her Heart"?

Is the kid counseling you?

[scoffs]

You got a crush?

Yeah.

On a woman named Nunya.

Last name, Business.

It's Florence.

I wear bifocals to read menus.

Doesn't mean I'm blind.

I can actually see you two working out.

I tried to ask her out, but I fumbled it.

Megan, she was one in a billion.

She understood me.

She accepted me, loved me.

My anxiety and all.

So the odds of finding that again are...

astronomical.

I figure it's just futile.

I wouldn't let your head get in the way of your heart.

Flo's a good egg.

Little tightly wound, but she's a good kid.

You should ask her out already.

She is intelligent and kind.

Odd.

Yes, that, too, but that's part of her charm.

No, the air marshal.

She's acting odd.

How do you know she's an air marshal?

I'm Homeland.

I made her when we boarded.

She just unbuttoned her coat to get to her g*n faster.

Well, maybe she's just warm.

Cabe: Now she's talking to the pilot.

No, there's definitely something up.

Let me up.

Just when I thought this flight couldn't get any worse.

So, did your friend tell you about my tuna haul?

You know, in Hawaii, they call them mahi-mahi.

[chuckles]

I'll-I'll start over.

So, I hadn't had so much as a nibble.

You made me from back of the plane, huh?

Guess I need to work on my poker face.

Marshal Kayla Kakua.

This is Captain Dan Drake.

So, what gives?

During takeoff, a brake warning light turned on.

Now, it went off right away, so we figured no issue.

But a few minutes ago, the nav system picked up a rogue cell phone signal that just turned on.

Passenger turned on their cell phone?

Kayla: The signal's coming from the cargo hold.

It could be a phone in someone's luggage that got jostled by turbulence and accidentally turned on.

But it could also be a triggering device.

You think you got a b*mb on this plane?

Kayla: Possibly.

I need to go through every piece of luggage in that cargo hold fast.

Just not sure how, given that there's over 400 bags down there.

I got just the team that can help you.

There's one of them.

He's a genius.

So sorry.

Most of the time.

Everyone's comm in?

Yeah.

Pilot has one, too.

Cabe got us up to speed.

Some flight.

What's next, locusts?

Toby: Guys, we got a lot of work to do, but we need to do it real quiet.

Overall attentiveness is up over 40% on planes, 'cause even the best fliers are on alert when they're 36,000 feet in the air.

You give off fear markers, you could get panic, and things could get real bad real fast.

To pinpoint the b*mb's location, you'll need to fabricate a DVT antenna.

All you'll need is aluminum foil, cardboard and copper wire.

Kayla: From where?

Not like we can stop and get supplies.

Due to my fear of flying, I have read every book there is on airplanes, and I know that there are miles of copper wire in these death traps.

The forward galley's got a panel for the flight attendant call buttons where you can rip some out.

I'll show you.

I can get foil from the food prep area.

Ralph, go ask the flight attendant for one of those coloring books they give the kids.

It'll have cardboard backing.

Sure.

I'll just act like a kid who enjoys coloring books instead of quantum physics.

Why don't you just push me around in a stroller?

Happy: I can walk you through the defusing process only if you find the b*mb.

Airlines customize their cargo holds-- they're like mazes down there.

We'll need more than just manufacturer schematics.

How about an exact replica of the plane?

FAA has a real-time location system that shows North Island Air has a twin FL 425 plane by Hangar 29 that is grounded for repairs.

We could go.

Uh, call Homeland for clearance?

Yeah, I'll monitor everything from here.

Great.

I'm gathering data.

That plane's not the only thing that could go down in flames.

What's this for?

It's to protect the empty space between your ears.

We'll split lanes, we'll get there faster.

Let's go.

Lives are at stake.

I couldn't agree more.

Our lives.

Sylvester: Clear.

That thing looks like a fourth grade science project.

You sure it works?

Absolutely.

In 2009, TV stations stopped broadcasting analog signals.

DVT antennas like this one were invented to pick up on digital signals.

We're just using this one to pick up a cell signal instead.

Clear.

[beeping]

Whoa...

The signal is spiking.

That must mean there's a b*mb in there.

Step back.

Ugly shirts, khakis and tube socks.

What is that-- your bag?

Shut it.

Bag's clean.

No b*mb.

[beeping]

I'm still getting a signal.

Check underneath it.

Nothing.

And the container's flush with the plane floor.

Walter: So the b*mb must be under the plane.

You're directly over the wheel well.

It has to be in there.

But how can we know for sure?

Not like we have X-ray vision.

Actually, we do.

How'd you know the guy sitting next to you was carrying a fish finder?

It's a long story.

Literally.

Sylvester: I've programmed the sonar to send us two quick pulses.

The second is phase inverted, so we should be able to see a rough image...

now.

Son of a...

That's not a b*mb.

It's a person, and from the size, I think it's a kid!

♪ Scorpion 4x21 ♪ Kenny and the Jet A stowaway?

Sylvester: Probably the only person who's hated this flight more than I have.

Signal must be coming from their cell phone.

Probably passed out from exposure, turned it on to call for help.

But there's no reception at this altitude.

Cabe: Look.

They're moving.

They're alive.

Out of 113 recorded attempts of plane stowaways, 86 have d*ed.

That's a 76% fatality rate.

Not to mention the ones that have gone unreported since, when the landing gear opens, stowaways would fall to their deaths, sometimes over open water, never found.

Thanks for the pick-me-up.

Start thinking positive!

Drake: How would someone get into the wheel well in the first place?

Walter: Well, I hacked security footage of the Kailua International Airport just before the flight took off.

And cameras caught a boy sneaking onto the tarmac and up to the plane.

Also found a missing persons report issued by the Honolulu Police for a 13-year-old named Kenny Layton.

Drake: Scanning passenger manifest.

Right here.

There's a Joseph Layton, 45, in seat 27E.

Probably his dad.

I'll tell him what's happening.

We need to figure out a way to get Kenny out of there.

Happy, you at the twin plane yet?

[Toby screaming]

[tires screech]

We're here.

Made it faster than expected!

Might need to change my pants.

Okay, stop whining and tell them what you told me.

Guys, after four hours of exposure to the elements at that high altitude, Kenny will have hypoxia.

It's also negative 60 degrees up there, so he's gonna have hypothermia.

We're gonna need to get him heat and oxygen, stat, and Sly, sync your tablet to my phone so I can keep track of this kid.

Well, there's a simple solution.

Descend to 5,000 feet where it's 41 degrees and there's more breathable air.

Kenny will warm up and get more oxygen.

We've done it before.

Yes.

Right before we crashed into a deserted island!

Well, hopefully, this will end better.

Okay.

At 5,000 feet, the air pressure inside and outside of the plane will be equivalent, so you could cut through the aluminum floor into the wheel well and pull Kenny out without risking the whole plane undergoing expl*sive decompression and crashing.

We could use the Power Ma-Saw-Ger that Paige gave me.

Paige, you regifted my massager?

Um...

yeah.

It practically drilled a hole in my leg.

All we have to do is attach a blade to it.

You're on a flight from Hawaii, one of the most popular scuba-diving spots on Earth.

Divers keep knives to cut loose in emergencies.

One of the bags had a "diver down" symbol.

We'll find it.

Happy: And I will call L.A.

air traffic to clear a runway for a rapid descent.

I can't believe he'd do this.

We have to get him out of there.

No, no, no.

I know you are scared for your son, but the best thing to do for him is to stay calm.

Do not alarm the other passengers, sit tight.

I'm part of an incredible team that's working to save him.

The wheel well?

Why would he do such a crazy thing?

You said his mom's in Honolulu, and you live in L.A.?

Yeah.

We divorced a-a year ago.

She got a job in the islands and moved there with Kenny.

I just visited him this week.

He told me he wanted to move back to L.A.

with me, but I didn't know he was so determined.

Kids this age often are.

I know all about it.

Yuck!

It's still wet.

Don't scuba divers know about mold?

Found it!

Okay.

I'll have the power saw built and ready to cut Kenny out by the time the plane descends to 5,000 feet.

Drake: About that...

Storm's getting worse.

We have to fully pass over it before we can safely descend.

It'll take about a half hour.

Toby: No!

Kenny could be dead by then.

His movement is slowing down, which means his vitals are slowing down!

I have the greatest sympathy for the boy's predicament, but this is a full plane.

We can't lose 200 lives to save one.

Then we keep Kenny alive until we can safely descend and cut him out.

Now, he'll need oxygen and heat, so how do we get that to him?

Sylvester: Another thing I know from my crippling, yet clearly justified, fear of flying-- emergency oxygen on planes doesn't come from tanks.

Overhead compartments have chemicals that create oxygen via exothermic reaction.

Well, we can use that oxygen to keep Kenny alive if we can create a delivery system to get it to him.

Now, Happy, anything in the wheel well that could do the trick?

Only one way to find out.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

Happy, there's lots of sharp edges in there.

It's dangerous.

It's just like the rock climbing we did the other day.

Yeah, and that was dangerous, too!

I see built-in fire extinguishers.

What are those connected to?

[Toby screams]

Halon.

There should be tanks of it in the cargo hold.

All right, got 'em.

Now what?

Replace the halon with the sodium chlorate and iron powder from the oxygen-creating systems to induce the exothermic reaction.

I understood everything up to "replace." Overhead compartments, green canisters.

Go get 'em!

That's more like it.

Marshal, come with me.

All right.

I'm disconnecting the halon tanks.

Happy: So we can use those fire extinguishers to pump oxygen into the wheel well.

This space would make anyone feel claustrophobic.

Guys, we're gonna need a way to talk with Kenny so we can calm his nerves and stabilize him once he regains consciousness.

Walter: There's no cell service, but if Ralph can find a Wi-Fi node...

I'll access the node and reconfigure it to connect my phone with Kenny's.

I'll want my comm connected to my phone, too, so I'll have to reboot it and be out of communication for a few minutes.

I see a node.

Talk to you soon.

[beeps]

Toby: Kenny won't be talking to anyone if we don't find a way to warm him up fast.

He's freezing to death.

Then de-ice him.

The de-icing system sends warm air along the wings to the tires, so if they freeze, they can be heated before landing.

Yeah.

That air would warm up Kenny, too.

Drake: One problem.

De-icing system has a governor that shuts off after eight minutes.

I can't override it.

Walter: It can be done manually from the master panel above the ceiling of the portside restroom.

I'm closest.

I can do it.

I'll help.

No.

I got this.

Trust me.

It's what we do.

Walter, while Ralph's comm is shut down, and we have a moment, I need a favor.

Is everything okay?

Ralph's upset that I made him miss Patty's party.

He needs someone to talk to who isn't me.

Besides, I know way too much about his crush.

Ignorance really would be bliss.

So, you are saying, if given the choice, you would prefer to remain ignorant of disturbing information?

Yeah, I guess so.

Just take him for a milkshake and talk to him.

Okay, I need to find the governor.

I got your sodium chlorate and iron powder mix.

[grunting]

All right, help me connect 'em.

[grunts]

Here are the rest!

My cell's connected to the Wi-Fi node.

I'm ready to call Kenny.

Say the word.

Toby: You can't call him.

He's not moving.

Get him the O2 now.

Turning on the fire extinguishers now.

[whooshing]

He's not moving.

Bring the heat.

Found the governor.

I'm switching it off.

Activating de-icing system.

Okay, hot air is going to the wheel well.

He's still not moving.

I think we're too late.

Well, it takes a while for the heat to take effect.

Sylvester: He's got hot air being blown directly on him in a very confined space.

He's not reacting to it at all.

Toby: Not so fast.

He moved!

We got a live one.

Ralph, ring him up.

Already dialing.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Kenny, my name's Ralph.

You're looped in with Team Scorpion, the geniuses who are going to save your life.

Huh?

We'll explain later.

The key is, we're gonna get you out of there.

I just need you to stay calm and cool.

Can you do that?

Cool?

I'm already...

freezing.

He's got a sense of humor.

That's a good sign.

Can I talk to my...?

Ralph: Interference.

Spotty reception's inevitable with a Jerry-rigged system.

Hi.

Kenny, my name's Walter.

Can you move any higher in there?

It'll give you a better connection.

Uh...

yeah, I'll try.

Okay, I might have found a way up.

Ah!

No.

What was that?

Kenny: I think I stepped on a wire.

Walter: It must have become dislodged when he crawled into the wheel well.

We couldn't have known it was loose, but now there is a short circuit.

Oh, not good.

Why?

It's getting smoky in here!

[panting]

That's why.

[coughing]

The short circuits must have started a fire in the engine.

[loud, panicked chatter]

Oh, boy.

Okay, Captain, cut the engine's electrical supply.

Can't.

System's not responding due to the short.

Cabe: Is there any other way to put the fire out?

Happy: Negative.

And there's barely any ventilation in these wheel wells.

Guys, we need to stop that smoke, or Kenny won't last another four minutes.

[coughing]

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Captain Drake.

You may have spotted some smoke coming from the starboard side engine.

We have a minor mechanical malfunction, and we'll be shutting it down now.

But not to worry, this plane flies very capably on one engine.

We'll have you on the ground in L.A.

very soon.

Captain, k*ll the shorted engine.

What's the delay?

I can't shut it off.

The short has made the starboard engine unresponsive.

It'll continue to run, feed the fire and create smoke until it runs out of fuel.

I can't...

[coughing]

I can't breathe!

Ralph: Get as low as possible.

Smoke's lighter than the surrounding air, so it'll rise up.

[coughs]

I'll try.

[coughing]

Quick thinking.

You bought us some extra time.

Well, not a lot!

Kenny's got minutes before he succumbs to smoke inhalation.

Can't you dump fuel or something?

Short's knocked down all the controls on the starboard side of the plane.

We're fenced off.

A fence.

That could do it.

We don't have to dump the fuel.

We need to stop it from getting to the engine.

We can't do it from the plane's controls, but...

We can do it manually.

Pulling up the plane's fuel plans now.

Business class galley.

There's a valve behind its cabinets that, if turned, should cut off the fuel to the engine.

[passengers clamoring]

The passengers are getting worried.

What should I tell them?

Basic mechanical issues.

Tell 'em we work for the airlines.

Everything's cool.

All right.

Let's find that valve.

Copy that.

Nuts!

Look out.

Sylvester: That's the valve!

[clangs]

Walter: It worked.

The engine's offline, which should k*ll the fire and the smoke.

I'm running a full diagnostic.

Hopefully the malfunction was contained.

Yeah, I have some numbers to run as well.

I just want to check on something.

I'll be with you in a moment.

Looks better in there.

It's easier to breathe.

I want to talk to my dad.

He's cold and tired.

The smoke's dissipated.

We're gonna get him out soon.

Okay.

Hey, I-I thought Hawaii was better for him, that I was doing right by him.

My son's 13, in college, works on incredibly dangerous cases and wants to ask out a 16-year-old.

They're at an age where we want to let them solve their own problems, but those problems have real-life consequences.

It's hard.

All you can do is have open, honest communication and hope for the best.

Dad, I'm so sorry.

Joe: I-It's okay.

We're gonna get you out of this.

You just need to stay calm.

Be brave.

Okay.

[pants]

Do we have to tell Mom?

[chuckles]

Yeah, I think we're gonna have to tell your mom.

But it's gonna be okay.

We' all talk it out.

Open communication.

There is a scenario where I could have listened more when it came to Patty's birthday.

[sighs]

It's okay.

Thanks.

Drake: Okay.

Just completed the diagnostic, and we're past the storm.

Anyone nonessential needs to buckle up.

Joe, you've got to get back to your seat.

Kenny, hold tight.

I'll see you in a few minutes.

Okay.

Can you give the phone back to Ralph?

You still with me, Kenny?

Yeah.

Am I gonna be okay?

If your dad's like my mom, all he cares about is keeping you safe.

And he trusts us, so you should, too.

I can't believe I did something this stupid.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

Adolescence is a bear.

Our reasoning improves, we can grasp abstract concepts better, and we're better at arguing.

But we're also impulsive, hungry all the time, and coping with a lot of new hair.

We're kids who can kind of think like adults.

It's a confusing time.

Sounds like you have a handle on it.

[chuckles]

I wish.

The kid ready to come out?

Overripe.

All right, let's get this show started.

Starting our descent.

Walter: No!

Stop the descent!

I've run the numbers!

Flying on one engine, you won't make it to L.A.

if you lower to 5,000 feet.

Of course!

The air is thicker at 5,000 feet.

And the plane works harder, burns more fuel.

So on one engine, it'll take, what, twice as long to L.A.?

Sylvester: Actually, on a twin engine plane, you don't lose 50% of performance-- you lose 75% due to the weight and drag of the dead engine.

So three times as long.

Toby: That's a problem!

Because the oxygen and the heat we got Kenny is just a temporary fix.

You got to get him out of that wheel well soon!

Then prepare to cut him out.

I thought we couldn't do that without dropping to 5,000 feet or we'd cause a decompression event that would crash the plane.

Walter: Not if we create an air lock.

If we make a sealed chamber, you can cut from it into the wheel well.

It'll cause only the air lock to be depressurized.

The rest of the plane will be fine.

Solid plan, Walt.

Toby and I will head to the baggage compartment to figure out exactly where to cut.

All right, I'll grab our saw and a scuba light.

I'll look around here for something that could be an air lock.

Somebody fill in the crew.

On it.

Ralph, there's an open seat next to Kenny's dad.

I want you to buckle up, keep him company.

But I know the physics of air locks almost as well as Sly.

I want you to buckle in.

Why?

Is the air lock too old for me?

Now.

You're making an irrational decision based on your insatiable desire to protect me.

Putting me up in the cabin instead of down here helping increases the chances of this plane going down.

So I'm irrational.

Parents are irrational when it comes to their kids.

Now get your butt in that seat, or this plane is not the only thing that's permanently grounded.

Hi, it's Paige, Ralph's mom again.

There is a snafu in the original plan, but we're gonna get you out soon.

It might get a little bumpy.

I think we found our air lock.

Baggage container?

Walter: Okay, that could work, but you're gonna need something to seal it, as well as a saw, uh, some halon, and something to pull Kenny up with.

♪ ♪ [buzzing]

I appreciate a tarp as much as the next Boy Scout, but how is nylon gonna stop this plane from depressurizing?

Well, the tarp may be loose now, but when you cut through the pressurized air lock into the unpressurized wheel well, air will rush out, push the tarp into place, and form a seal.

Explain why I'm painting this with halon.

To prevent sparks from igniting a fire when you start cutting.

Cabe: All right.

Let's carve into this bird.

Sylvester: Wait!

Due to the sheer volume of the fuel lines, hydraulics, and electronics underneath the cargo hold, there's a less than one in one million sh*t of cutting through without causing some sort of catastrophic malfunction that downs the plane!

We've got it covered.

You're up, dingus.

Finally, something not life-threatening.

Oh!

[groans]

God, my dorsum.

Okay.

I've got visuals.

You've got a clear path down 13 inches from the right and 20 from the top.

The tarp's formed a seal!

The plane is shaking!

Walter: Side effect of the small decompression event.

All's fine as long as the tarp stays on tight.

[clanging]

[panting]

Is that normal?

No, but it means our team's close to getting Kenny to safety.

Don't worry.

Everything will be okay.

I feel like I'm supposed to say that to you.

[grunting]

Oh, my God.

Cabe: Grab on to this!

We're gonna pull you up!

I can't!

I can't!

My legs are so cold!

It's all good, son!

He's too weak.

He can't get up high enough for us to reach him.

I'll go in.

[clanging]

Sylvester: Whoa!

[whooshing]

The air lock has ripped!

Hold on!

Hey, we got a problem here!

Cabe!

Help!

Paige!

[passengers screaming]

What's going on?

The plane's lost pressure.

[grunts]

[passengers clamoring]

Paige.

Paige!

[grunting]

The air pressure's too strong!

We can't make it up!

What the hell happened?!

Sylvester: Turbulence knocked one of the containers loose!

It tore the tarp, unsealing the air lock!

I loosened the strap holding the container in place!

This is my fault!

Walter: Worry about guilt later.

Now seal that hole or the plane will crash.

The baggage container door buckled under the decompression!

You may be able to pull it down and put it over the hole to create a new seal!

Paige and Kenny are still down there!

Guys, the suitcases may come loose!

They could hit the air lock, topple it, and create a larger hole!

Causing an even greater decompression event.

Then just seal the hole!

Don't worry about us!

Wait!

Paige, in case this doesn't work, if something happens, then there's something I need to tell you, something weighing on me.

Paige: Uh...

it has to wait!

I'm kind of in the middle of something.

Do it!

[whooshing stops]

Okay, status report.

[indistinct chatter]

Everyone in the cabin's all right.

Mom, are you okay?

I'm all right.

But we need to get Kenny out ASAP.

Whoa!

[gasps]

[grunting, panting]

The plane is diving fast!

I wish I could hold on longer, guys, but I got to put this bird on the ground ASAP, or risk structural failure.

Kayla: Oh, great.

We can let Paige and Kenny out once the plane reaches 5,000 feet.

You'll only have a minute or two to do so before the wheel well opens and the landing gear gets into place.

Kenny is in no shape to make it out.

Okay.

Keep going.

There you go.

Okay.

If we can't get to Paige and Kenny before the wheel well opens, they'll fall to their deaths.

Not if I tie us to something.

We'll figure out what's strong enough to hold your weight.

Really?

Just jump right down?

Happy: Yeah, you wuss.

The rest of you need to buckle up.

Without a second engine you're gonna have a bumpy landing.

Come on, quick, quick.

[grunts]

You know, the odds of us making it out...

Stuff your odds!

Brace for impact.

Heads down, stay down.

Heads down, stay down...

Sir.

You need to get into brace position.

His mother is protecting my son, I'm protecting him.

Plane's at 5,000 feet.

Hurry up, Happy.

Uh, working on it.

Toby: This might be strong enough.

[screams]

I'm okay!

I got it!

Paige, there is a ledge that juts out from the wall.

It's part of the plane's lift system.

It's bolted in.

The strap won't reach.

[groans]

Kenny, you hold on to me as tight as you can.

And I'll hold on to the ledge, okay?

Then you'll fall out together.

Well, that's not happening.

Paige, the metal is made of aluminum and steel.

It's meant to be strong, light and durable, but not a hand rest.

Now, with wind speed over 40 knots and the g-forces around five, you're far more likely to slice your hands or fall out of the plane than hold on.

Paige, you have a one in a million sh*t of holding on to that ledge!

Yeah, well, then I'd buy a lottery ticket, 'cause this is happening.

Now look at me.

I promise I will not let go.

Okay?

[Paige grunts]

You're at a thousand feet.

The wheel well's about to open.

It's opening!

Walter: Just hold on a little bit longer.

700 feet, 500 feet...

400 feet...

300...

[passengers screaming]

A hundred feet, brace for impact!

[alarm beeping]

Flight attendant: Brace for impact.

Heads down, stay down.

Heads down, stay down.

Paige, are you all right?

Paige.

Does anyone have confirmation?

Happy: No sign of her, Walt.

Firefighter: We got you, ma'am.

You can let go.

[sirens wailing]

Walt, she's all right.

I'm a doctor, make a hole!

And the boy?

He needs to go to a hospital, but his vitals are sound.

Kenny.

Kenny.

I love you so much.

Toby: He needs oxygen and a CT as soon as possible.

Thank you for protecting my son.

Back at ya.

Paige, that's a hell of a wound you got there.

I'm gonna need to clean those and close 'em with a medical adhesive or you're looking at a bad infection.

Y-You did all that for a boy you didn't even know.

Imagine what I'd do to protect you.

How are your bumps and bruises?

Your Rumspringa did a number on my rump-springa.

[groans]

You know, Happy, just 'cause you made it through today's events unscathed doesn't mean you always will.

You're one bad spill away from me trying to conceive on my own, and if I remember med school correctly, that's a tad harder.

Sweetie, I know that you feel fenced in with all the pregnancy restrictions, I just don't want your bucket list to end with you kicking the bucket.

I'm not racing motorcycles and bouldering because of some pre-pregnancy bucket list.

I am doing it so I don't have to think about the number one thing on my actual bucket list: having a baby.

Listen, I get it.

I think it's good to let off some steam.

Just, how about something that won't land you in the ER?

Bull riding.

There's a new place in the arts district with mechanical bull riding and a lovely soft cheese plate.

Is that adventurous enough for you?

Deal.

We're taking a car.

Sylvester: Fantastic.

I'm excited to work with you.

The m*llitary ordered my filters.

Well done, kid.

I know that was a long-sh*t sale.

The odds weren't great.

Neither were the odds of us all walking away from that landing.

You've been b*ating a lot of long-sh*t odds today.

If you can do that, then surely, a great fella like you can meet two special women in one lifetime.

You owe yourself that chance.

Hell, you owe Flo that chance.

You're right.

Next time I see her I'll ask her out.

And Kenny's completely fine now?

Yeah.

My mom got a call from his dad.

Full recovery.

That's amazing.

Twice as exciting as my birthday party.

Only thing of note was that Pat G.

ate so much cake that he barfed on Allison F.

Sorry I missed it.

'Cause, well...

'Cause I like you, Patty.

And not just as a friend.

You're special to me.

So...

I was wondering...

maybe we could go on a date or something.

Maybe.

Ralph, you are the smartest, most confident and coolest 13-year-old ever, but still a 13-year-old.

There's too much of an age difference between us.

And I'm be heading off to college at the end of next year.

But I'm already in college, kinda.

Another thing that makes you so amazing.

I've never been more flattered.

And the fact that someone so special finds me special...

Thank you, Ralph.

I want us to always be friends.

Forever.

Okay?

And I know that you're gonna meet an amazing girl, who's gonna be way cooler than me.

I don't know if that's possible.

It'll happen.

Hi.

How'd it go?

It hurts, Mom.

I know.

But it'll get better.

You were right, I shouldn't have told her.

No, you were right.

Sometimes I have to let you do things that'll hurt.

I can't always try and protect you, even though I want to.

Okay.

How are your hands?

Hurting, but they'll heal.

How's your heart?

Hurting, but it'll heal.

How about we stop by Vidiots on the way home and grab some classic "B" movies and make a night of it?

Okay.

Meet you at the car.

Walter: Hey, ready to go?

I've got a night of astronomy planned for Ralph.

Rain check?

He's having girl trouble that I plan to mend with pizza and bad horror movies.

He must be in pain.

Yeah, me, too.

When he hurts, I hurt.

I just wish I could carry the pain for him, you know?

Yeah, I understand what that's like, not wanting to see someone you love be hurt.

It's logical to want to protect them from unnecessary pain.

Yeah, it is.

Is there something that you want to say, Walter?

Uh...

No, not at all.

Why?

When I was on the plane you said that there was something that you wanted to say that was weighing on you.

And then everything went haywire.

Well, I was, uh, concerned that the plane was gonna crash, so I felt guilty that I-I'd never told you that you're the love of my life.

Thank you.

And you're the love of my life, too, but y-you told me you loved me before.

Yeah, I know.

I just...

wanted you to know...

how much.

Mmm.

That's very sweet.

Okay.

[sighing]: Oh, Walter...

What are you lying about?