"Previously on Scorpion..." "Meet my new trainee, Tim Armstrong." "Hello." "There's nothing more stunning than seeing perfection with a slight imperfection." "You're a lawyer." "Yes." "It's my card." ""Heywood Jahelpme."" "That's a unique middle name." "Um, actually it's pronounced" ""Ja-help-me," as in," ""Hey, would ya help me?"" "Oh!" "Okay, oh, yeah." "I'm sorry." "Not good at first dates." "It was not the worst date that I've ever had." "All right, hey, um... do you want to come through?" "Okay, sorry." "Excuse me." "Here, yeah, sorry." "Here's a good vantage point." "Oh, so excited." "Went to a movie opening once, never a flower opening." "Oh, not just any flower, the titan arum." "Never even heard of this plant." "It's one of a million incredible things that I have learned these past weeks just from spending time with you." "I'm really happy, Walter." "I am as well." "Botanical Gardens patrons, the titan arum will be blooming for the first time in a decade in just a moment." "Photography is prohibited." "You want one?" "No, thank you, I'm full of fermented fish from dinner." "Oh, huh, me too." "I'm really getting a taste for it." "Do you know the Indonesians call it bunga bangkal?" "So, bunga means flower and bangkal means cadaver." "Why do they name it that?" "Well, 'cause that's what it smells like when it opens." "Oh, it's blooming." "Oh, God..." "I know, isn't it truly amazing?" "Oh." "Linda?" "You took her to see the corpse flower?" "She loved it... like she loved the carbon dating lecture series, the Griffith Observatory exhibit..." "Oh!" "And the Combustion Motors Pavilion at the Science Center." "Those aren't dates;" "those are field trips." "Look, pal," "I've been suspicious of something for a while now, and your date confirms my fear." "Linda ain't into you." "Wrong." "She's very much EQ for my IQ, if you know what I'm saying." "I do, and gross... but the fact is she suffers from Damsel Syndrome." "'Cause you risked your life to save her, so when she's with you she experiences the same dopamine and endorphin release she had during that intense experience." "S-s-she's hooked on that physiological reaction." "It's one that will eventually fade." "Well, she's the first non-genius woman who actually likes the things that I like;" "she enjoys being with me..." "She-she enjoys the chemical reaction in her brain." "I-I-I take no pleasure in telling you this, pal." "Look..." "Paige has been spending some time with Tim lately." "Uh-huh." "Your subconscious sees this and wants you to find your own companion." "It's blinding you to the truth." "Hey." "Good, you guys are here." "Hey." "Oh, Cabe doesn't like it when people use his travel mugs." "Oh, no, Tim-Tim gave it to me." "Okay, should we go in?" "Are you okay?" "You look sick." "What, no, I'm just... uh, anxious about Ralph." "Oh, okay." "I insisted Ralph work only on my laptop in class because I doubted that a child could do all the work on his own without any help." "I wanted to observe him closely." "My concerns were founded." "He failed the assignment." "I'm gonna knock this guy out." "So, you had him use your computer, so there's no real way to prove that Ralph created the code in question?" "!" "Yes, that's my point." "No, no, no, wait, uh..." "I meant... his, um... he's turning..." "Your Honor, can I start over?" "I hope he's working on contingency." "Mr. Morris, do you have any more questions at this time?" "I'm not sure." "This is not going how I'd hoped." "Request for re-direct, Your Honor?" "Go ahead." "This is harder than it is on TV." "Professor, can you tell us what these are?" "Coding's like writing a novel." "Don't want to lose chapters to a computer glitch, so I back up my work." "The printout proves I've been scripting that code for six months." "I didn't just recently steal it." "Ralph's code was just a rudimentary project." "He just messed up." "If I can get those records," "I can beat this guy." "I've seen enough." "I'm ready to rule." "You have to stop him, Heywood." "But he's picking up the hammer." "Think of something." "Your Honor, uh, we've not seen the back up documents ever." "That's because you never requested them." "You only asked for a copy of the code, not the work product that went into making the code." "Yes... but that's because I forgot." "Your Honor, you can't rule at this moment because, uh..." "Mm, uh..." "My client has major mental issues." "Talk about projection." "Make your point, Mr. Morris." "As stated in the affidavits, my client is a genius, and high intelligence can be a detriment, and you allowed a minor with unique challenges to testify before we could give him a competency hearing." "You're challenging the competency of your own client?" "You're just trying to buy time." "Your Honor, if you rule now, you leave your decision open for appeal... or, you could let me have him evaluated." "Fine, you have until 2:00 p.m." "All right." "Won a motion." "Tell me again what you're looking for in these boxes of paperwork." "Sometimes I'd leave numerical clues in my code to remember where I had to go back to clean things up." "It's called bookmarking." "It's called, "I'm lost."" "I'm gonna go read case files, see if I can find anything to help us." "Anybody know if there's a law library in town?" "I'll find it." "Yeah, uh, I'm lost, too." "How does bookmarking help?" "I used numbers easy for me to spot, like my birthday." "So if I find them, I can prove I did the work." "You're a genius;" "don't you remember where you left them?" "There's 25 million lines of code." "Could've memorized the locations if I wanted to, but I didn't think it was relevant at the time." "Okay, I'm gonna grab the others and we'll start searching where you scripted the sine curves of the sound waves." "No, I used counter-propagating surface acoustic waves;" "sent them across the piezoelectric substrate." "Wait, how-how does that work?" "So, I can change data flow by changing sound pitch." "I'm not sure how that would play out." "It's simple data transfer." "Right, on-on the crest or the trough of the wave?" "You're right." "You should work on the sine curves." "Ralph, I don't need you to tell me what to work on." "Okay?" "We'll focus on the acoustic waves." "Now we don't have much time, so let's just get to it." "What the hell is wrong with you?" "You snapped at him." "I didn't snap." "No, he was overexplaining and we're on a clock." "He was helping you with something that you clearly didn't understand, and you barked at him." "I did not." "He doesn't even..." "Feel things?" "Yes, he does, Walter." "He is like you, but not exactly like you." "You owe him an apology, and the next time you talk to him like that, I am out of here." "Hey, Walt." "Hmm?" "Who peed in your punch?" "What?" "Nobody." "Then gather up the gang." "Tim's coming in with Agent Cook from the Department of Defense." "He has top clearance and these guys don't mess around." "Fort Knox is a U.S. Army base." "The famous gold depository located there is controlled completely by the Treasury." "They also have authority over not only our nation's gold supply, but artifacts from our history such as the Bill of Rights and Declaration of Independence." "Those are displayed in the National Archive Museum in D.C." "Documents that look like them are displayed in D.C." "The real McCoys need to be protected." "Knox also houses historic valuables belonging to foreign governments for safekeeping because the facility is, without question, the most secure on earth." "I'm sensing a big "but" coming." "Big butt." "Well, recently, the Treasury privatized Depository security by hiring Steelson Security, it's a Blackwater-like firm." "The DOD feels this compromises our nation's treasures and reserves." "We feel we should protect the Depository and we want to prove it to the president." "Okay... provide aerial photos of the base, breakdown of the private security company's operational logistic, we'll analyze..." "No, I can't use theories." "I need proof... and the only way to prove" "Fort Knox isn't secure... is to break in." "Crazy-man-says-what-now?" "The White House doesn't want to order a security change without hard evidence of vulnerability." "Because if they do, and Knox is cracked at a later date, the administration has egg on its face." "Exactly." "Proof of successful breach will be the removal of a 300-year-old Prussian scepter held by the U.S. due to an ownership dispute between Germany and Poland." "One of a kind, covered in flawless diamonds, and can't be forged." "You retrieve it, we know we have to change the way our assets are protected." "But no one can know that we're coming in or the endeavor is inherently flawed." "Which means real guards..." "With real guns..." "Will try to stop us." "Yes... and the job is completely off the books, which means if you're caught, the DOD and the White House will deny any knowledge of this mission... and even if you get past the guards," "all the way to the subterranean vault, it's rigged to expel knockout gas at the first sign of tampering, and who knows what traps lay beyond that door." "Yeah, I've seen this movie before." "Hey, Stallone, go see if that prison is secure." "What?" "You're trapped now?" "That's a bummer." "Sorry, pal, off the books is off the table." "All right but off the books means off the ledger, as in tax-free." "All right." "$1 million cash." "Compliments of your president and a grateful nation." "Do you mind if I smell that?" "You know what, i-it is very tempting, but there are too many variables... and we're not lab rats." "Put us in a cage and see if the trap springs?" "No, thank you." "Yeah, Walter's right." "These guys, they don't do Mission:" "Impossible." "I mean, the mechanical obstacles they would face in the vault alone are too daunting." "Easy..." "Prom King." "I can figure out any safe." "Doubtful." "Plus, we're talking about highly-trained private mercenaries." "They don't just get outsmarted." "I have yet to meet a person that I can't read or outsmart." "You got a little coffee stain on your shirt." "Oh, see?" "Outsmarted." "Okay, but Fort Knox is run by state-of-the-art software that can't be cracked." "Thank you." "Appreciate the insight," "Tim, but, uh... we can handle the physical structure, the guards, the software and anything else that's thrown at us... oh, but..." "Ralph needs our help." "I can help him, and I can provide support from the garage." "I'll be with Ralph for the hearing." "This could work." "You okay with this?" "I don't like backing down on something just 'cause it's difficult." "I don't like backing down from a million dollars." "Think about this, Walt." "I thought I was the one who manipulated their egos." "Knox is an integral national interest, and Homeland needs Scorpion to take this case and I may have picked up a few things on how to handle these guys from watching you." "Learn from the best, right?" "All right, let's break into Fort Knox." "I'd say we could hack the security, but I assume Knox is air-gapped." "Yes." "System's completely off-line." "Great, so that means there's no information transmitted into or out of the Depository." "But you know what is transferred in and off the base: water." "There are pipes bringing water in and out." "Standard plumbing pipes aren't big enough for humans to fit through." "No duh, but they are small enough to easily clog." "I can modify a toy submarine with a GPS tracker." "Drop it into the municipal system." "Sly controls it from the garage." "Knox's blueprints are top secret, but the municipal water schematics are easily hacked." "I can guide the sub underneath the Depository." "Toy's not big enough to cause a clog." "It is if it's carrying the right cargo." "Happy, what're you thinking?" "Polyurethane foam." "Sly pops open the hatch, when polyurethane reacts with water it expands, causing a heck of a spill upstairs." "They'll report the problem to Base Maintenance." "We hack their phone system so all calls come to us." "Maintenance." "Sure thing, I'll send a plumbing crew up to you right away." "Okay, so they pretend to be plumbers but how do they get on the base?" "Tim and I can help out with that." "We set up a meeting with the base commander through Homeland under the guise of discussing theoretical threats against national institutions like Knox." "We're here to see Colonel Fontenot." "We exit the trunk in character." "Army plumbers ready to lend a hand." "Thanks for getting here so fast." "It's a real mess in there." "No worries." "We deal with a lot of messy situations." "Once in the Depository, you get the scepter and meet me at a rendezvous point in the woods on the base." "DOD runs Army bases so I can get on the grounds as a matter of course." "But how do they get into the vault?" "Simple, we use their own security system against them." "You know, I'm not telling you how to do your job but those don't look like water pipes." "They look like conduit." "If you look at the spigot hole there's condensation." "Hmm, look at that?" "Maybe they do have knockout gas in this place." "Happy, hit it." "Then I re-route the gas that was meant for the vault door so it disperses through the vent system." "Knockout gas gives us 30 minutes to get into the vault, crack it, grab the scepter and exit." "Tim and I finish up our chat with the Colonel, wait for you by the car." "Well, we've taken up enough of your time, Colonel." "Just know that Homeland's here to help you any way we can." "Well, I've got the base covered, don't know much about the Depository since Steelson took over." "Only change is they put a fully armed and equipped guard down at the vault entrance instead of just at the elevators leading to it." "You don't say." "Walter, did you copy that?" "There's more than gas guarding the basement vault." "There's a guard, Walter!" "Yes, we are aware." "Not good." "♪ Scorpion 2x22 ♪ Hard Knox Original Air Date on April 11, 2016" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man" "All of you, up against the wall!" "Would you believe that we're the plumbers who've come to fix the sink?" "I guess not." "I think he just hit Toby." "Don't wise-mouth the guy." "Do what he says." "Against the wall now!" "Okay, okay." "This is Pike." "Anyone awake up there?" "Anyone copy?" "Repeat, do you copy?" "Nice try." "My mask has night vision." "That's what we're counting on, flashlights." "What is going on?" "They ambushed him." "I think we got him h-here." "Turn the lights on." "I cannot hold him with your posterior in my face!" "Well, I'm aiming his gun away from us." "Happy, pull his mask off." "What have you been eating?" "!" "Okay." "Good, good." "He's gone night-night." "Okay... we have less than half an hour but that should be more than enough." "Here, guys, you can stay on the comms with us, but I think we're okay." "Okay." "In the meantime, let's get to work helping" "Ralph win this case." "Yeah." "Okay, the air is clean enough to breathe now." "Let's get going with the seismograph." "Happy, how long is it gonna take?" "Not long if you don't distract me." "You didn't tell her you were out on a case?" "Hmm?" "Yeah, I did." "And yet the damsel still calls?" "Wow, she's jonesing bad." "She does not have Damsel Syndrome." "She likes me for me." "I am trying to pick up microscopic tremors caused by the lock pins when I hit the right number." "I need quiet, so both you damsels shut it." "What the heck was that?" "It's artillery practice at the base firing range." "We hear it, too." "The vibrations are screwing up my readings." "I can't do my job with them blasting away up there." "Sly, can you help us out here?" "Already in the base's system." "I thought they were air-gapped." "Fort Knox Depository is, but the rest of the base is online and vulnerable to my skills." "Yahtzee!" "Okay, according to their testing schedule, they are setting off a new automated mortar launcher." "It's gonna be going on for another hour." "You don't have that long." "And I've only got two of the four combination numbers." "Try guessing the last two." "There's 100 numbers on the dial, two numbers left-- that's 10,000 possibilities." "We have to stop the shelling." "Cabe, I need you to make a pit stop and, uh, you're not gonna like it." "Oh, boy." "Short." "Adjust 2 mills and fire when ready." "Wait." "What in the..." "Hold your fire-- there's someone on the range." "Hold fire!" "Here we go." "There are soldiers running at us with rifles." "Yup." "Hide your comms." "Get your badge out." "We've got some explaining to do." "Problem, Officer?" "Got it!" "There's a lot of rooms to search." "Okay, okay, we'll narrow it down." "So, we'll take the year that Fort Knox was built and how much gold historians say was stored here, then divide it by how many bars fit into each cell, and then consider the year the scepter was brought" "to the vault so..." "Or we could just check the manifest." "It was hanging right here on the wall." "Scepter's in cell eight." "Heywood." "Wh.. there you are, hey." "Where's Ralph?" "Still searching documents with Sly." "You have to buy more time." "The judge hates me already." "If I buy more time, he's gonna find me in contempt." "Well, you'll figure something out." "You're a good lawyer." "Were you not in court this morning?" "I'm a terrible lawyer." "That's not true." "Y-you care about your clients, that's more than most lawyers." "Ask yourself:" "why are you an attorney instead of anything else in the world?" "I know there's an important reason." "Uh... w-when I was a kid our oil burner broke." "Our house was freezing." "The guys my mother hired to fix it just made it worse, so, she took them to small claims court." "$380 bucks, but it was all we had, and, uh, she won." "So... our house was warm once again." "I guess-I guess that's why" "I want to protect the little guy, too." "Well, you don't get more little than Ralph." "Go make your mom proud, okay?" "I will." "Bailiff, take Mr. Morris into custody for contempt of court." "I asked for an expert What?" "!" "to testify to your client's competency PAIGE:" "Oh, God." "and you give me a story about a doctor being stuck in Fort Knox!" "You did great;" "you got Ralph more time." "I can't go to County." "I lost a bunch of cases for guys in there." "We need Toby to testify!" "You got to get Toby back in here!" "Are you sure it's on a pressure plate?" "See how the interior ridge is just above the outer frame?" "Well, that's 'cause the springs are compressed by the weight of the scepter." "Okay... we lift it, something bad happens." "Who built this place, a Bond villain?" "We can do it." "Really?" "What makes you think you can handle a switcheroo" "Indiana Jones couldn't pull off?" "A giant boulder almost crushed him." "Who's Indiana Jones?" "A state senator?" "I am a mechanic." "I spend my life eyeballing weights and measures." "Sly, you got eyes on the scepter?" "Already calculating its weight." "The volume of a cylinder is pi-r-squared times height." "The spherical top is four-thirds pi-r-cubed." "The weight of gold is a constant, and, uh," "I'm gonna have to guestimate on the jewels but I'm gonna be close... six pounds, four ounces." "Okay, that should do it." "You sure?" "I know tools." "They'll match the weight within a fraction of an ounce." "Okay, on three." "One..." "Two..." "Three!" "Take that, Fort Knox." "It's more like Fort Not.." "Gonna Stop Us 'Cause We're Geniuses..." "That's a problem." "What's going on?" "Please, don't be a boulder." "All right, that-that is worse than a boulder." "They must be feeding a pipe from a storage tank that is just enough water to fill the room and kill us." "I guess this is one of the unknown traps that Cook warned us about!" "Okay, how did we trip this thing?" "Our calculations were perfect!" "There's not enough time!" "Here, here!" "Come here!" "The water's filling." "Come help me with the door." "There's a water trap in there?" "Guys, that room is incredibly small." "How fast is the water entering?" "Fast enough!" "This thing isn't budging." "We can't get out this way." "We've got to find something to stop up the hole." "No, let the water in!" "With the door straining against the pressure of a room full of water it'll be vulnerable." "He's right!" "It's Archimedes' Law of the Lever." "If the distance from the fulcrum to where the input force is applied is greater than the distance from the fulcrum to where the output force is applied, then the lever amplifies the input force." "You're saying we need a crowbar?" "Yes, exactly!" "Start looking!" "Would He-Man's sword work?" "These wavy patterns indicate" "Damascus steel, some of the toughest in history." "Okay, okay, let's pull together." "This thing isn't budging." "If anyone notices the water getting warmer, it's just 'cause I'm scared." "Come on, guys, you can do this." "Okay." "On my count!" "We take one last breath..." "Okay." "...and then we give it everything we got!" "Okay?" "Everyone okay?" "Good." "Happy?" "Never better." "Okay, the door's compromised." "Now we can open it and beat it." "Good, 'cause the guards here might be passed out but no way an alarm wasn't tripped to Steelson headquarters." "There's gonna be men here any minute." "I know I had the weight right." "Mistakes happen, even to super geniuses." "Not this one." "This doesn't feel like six pounds." "It's light." "Well, they don't make scepters like they used to." "Guys... we've got a problem." "Not as big as this one!" "Now they can't get in." "And we can't get out." "Even if they get the combo from their superiors, the gears will be jammed." "That should slow them down." "Good, let's go." "Now let's focus on that vial," "AKA the real reason Cook sent us in here and let me point out, it was I who referenced the Stallone film where the heroes get screwed." "Does everyone remember that?" "It's like a dust, like a powder." "Yeah, it's silvery, it's-it's gray with a shimmer." "Whoever hid this chose gold." "Gold's good at shielding radiation." "I think I'm holding polonium." "Put that down." "That's what killed the MI6 agent that defected from the KGB." "Walt, this stuff is crazy toxic." "One gram can kill ten million people." "Okay... we're safe as long as we don't ingest it." "There's got to be half a pound here." "That could wipe out a quarter of the world's population." "Imagine this dispersed from a crop duster in the Midwest, from the top of a skyscraper in Beijing." "Agent Cook would only keep this from us if he had bad plans for this vial." "Sly, I need you to look into Cook." "Talk to Cabe, see if he can give you any background on the guy." "I've been trying to get in touch with him but his comms aren't in." "Okay." "Everything checks out with the Colonel." "Yeah... really embarrassed by all this." "We, uh... just took a wrong turn on an access road, wound up out here instead of heading toward the exit." "Yes, sir." "Well, now you need to find that exit because you've delayed our training." "Understood." "Let's get out of here." "Cabe, where are you?" "All right, I'm here." "Are we almost wrapped up?" "Well, we hit a speed bump." "We're not getting through it." "If we follow the pipe to the reservoir tank we might get out of here." "It's only a matter of time before Steelson cuts through that vault door." "That's it." "We cut through the bars." "You have a standard pipe cutter in the tool box." "It's not getting through steel." "It will with a diamond blade." "I go four blocks to the courthouse and all hell breaks loose." "Apparently, but I can't discuss it right now because I am gathering info on Cook." "Walter, you guys close to breaking out?" "Getting there." "So are they." "They're cutting through pretty quick." "Paige, we'll be in the pipe in moments." "We're okay, we got this." "All right, well, keep us posted." "Got it." "Toby, get down here!" "We're leaving!" "Come on!" "Walter, we're almost at the rendezvous." "What's your 20?" "For the second time today, very close to Toby's backside." "Could be as toxic as the polonium." "About that, I can't look into Cook because" "I don't know who his friends are and I don't want to tip him off that we found his hidden treasure." "Voices are starting to echo." "Means there's an open chamber." "Okay." "This is where the water came from." "Must be a hatch they use to fill the tank, right?" "It's just a valve." "Judging from the size of it," "I'm guessing they fill this thing with a hose connected to a tanker truck." "Oh, great." "So we crawled into a dead end." "This tank is buried underground." "They're almost in." "Well, at least we're already six feet under." "It saves time with the burying." "From the distance and angle at which we crawled" "I would estimate more like three feet underground." "Oh, thanks for clearing that up." "I wouldn't want my last words on earth to be a meaningless mathematical error." "It's not meaningless." "It's meaningful." "That three feet makes all the difference in the world." "Cabe?" "How far are you from the artillery range?" "I need you to commandeer a mortar launcher." "What?" "!" "That's a no-go, son." "I'm already off the base, and I'm glad I am because you've lost your mind." "Actually, being on the base doesn't matter." "At the artillery field, I got a good look at their equipment." "Some of those launchers, they're automated." "That makes them potentially vulnerable to hackers." "When it comes to hacking, there's no "potentially"" "with us." "What do you need this weapon for?" "To blow a hole in this tank." "That's funny." "For a second," "I thought he was suggesting they drop a bomb on us." "Standard mortar round, three feet of dirt, half inch steel tank..." "it might work." "Might kill us." "Okay, I'm in." "I have control of one of the mortar launchers." "The guards are in the vault now." "They'll be on us in any minute." "Sly, we crawled about 60 feet at a seven degree incline from the vault room, so..." "Check a map and estimate the coordinates and fire that mortar." "Okay... but I'm not gonna be exact on this." "This is not something you want to estimate." "This is not something you estimate!" "I can hear the guards entering the pipe." "Launch the mortar now." "Okay." "Here goes nothing." "Incoming." "He launched it, let's get in the pipe." "Is that Linda?" "You kidding me?" "Um..." "Walter, can you hear me?" "!" "Speak up, son." "You're making us nervous over here." "We're okay." "Oh!" "Oh, thank God." "These guys are insane." "These guys are gonna give me a heart attack." "Oh, it's my shadow." "Six more weeks of winter." "Forget six weeks of winter." "If we don't hurry it'll be 20 to life in prison!" "Come on, let's go!" "Freeze!" "Walter, I found something on Cook." "I'm sending it to your phone." "Little busy now, Sly!" "Walter... you need to see this." "Download us...!" "bullet points!" "I hacked his intelligence service record." "27 years ago, Cook was a secret U.S. operative in East Germany." "One of his contacts included a man in a WMD program in East Germany, and his specialty was radioactive weaponry." "When the wall came down, he hid his radioactive material in the scepter figuring what could be safer." "And when Poland claimed the piece was originally theirs, then the scepter and its contents made its way to Fort Knox." "Polonium is incredibly rare in nature." "You can't get your hands on this stuff." "Black market must be huge." "So Cook saw an opportunity in the security change at Knox, and he jumped at it." "Okay." "I think we lost them but not for long." "All right, let's get our bearings." "Oh, man, that's Cook." "That's a problem." "Uh, he's gonna want this weapon of mass destruction." "What do we do?" "I have a plan." "What the hell did you guys do back there?" "The whole place is lit up." "Did you get the scepter?" "We did." "Happy, give it to him." "Good work, Scorpion." "Your country thanks you for a job well done." "Now I'd get lost if I were you." "W-wait, uh... you forgot a diamond." "It's a little smudged, 'cause, uh, we used it to cut through steel." "Oh." "Okay." "You guys just let a man go with enough radioactive material to take out a continent." "I hope you know what you're doing." "Me, too." "Guys, listen up," "So, Toby, I need two pinecones and, Happy, I need gunpowder." "These are the biggest pinecones I could find with sap on them." "Should be sticky enough to hold the gun powder." "How many bullets did Tim give you?" "Six, more than enough." "Do you see Tim and Cabe?" "No, they're well hidden." "This is dumb." "The idea of breaking back into Knox is crazy enough but waiting here in the hopes we can take out those guards on our tail is wishful thinking." "If we run into the woods now and get caught, it's over." "It's worth the wait." "Anyway, shut up, they're here." "It's running." "Maybe this was their getaway car, but they couldn't find it in the woods." "I'm calling it in." "Sorry, thought I could park here." "Better than knockout gas." "Woods are clear." "Get moving." "Copy that." "MP's are on the way to investigate the vault." "Remain on high alert." "Yes, sir." "Okay, give me the lighter." "This plan is nuts." "Actually, the plan is seeds." "When the seeds heat up they will pop like gunfire." "Trust me." "How can I trust someone who just made a nuts and seeds pun?" "Okay." "Hold that." "Gunfire at 10:00!" "Multiple shooters!" "Spread out!" "Fan out!" "Here's your hall pass." "Don't let the principal catch you." "I swear I had it." "Look..." "I'm DOD." "Private Davis, Main Gate." "He's here with me now." "Understood." "So, it's squared away?" "Agent Cook, you're under arrest." "Hands on the wheel." "Hold on!" "This is a mistake!" "Hands on the wheel!" "Your ID's been found... in the vault." "Sir..." "Those bastards." "Ms. Dineen, have you had your son evaluated for competency?" "Yes, Your Honor." "Dr. Curtis here has a full report." "Hep." "Mr. Curtis, are you a real doctor?" "Harvard Medical School with a Masters in..." "Hep." "Is the kid competent?" "Absolutely." "A fact I was well aware of from the outset." "Where is his counsel?" "I'm right here, Your Honor." "Since I was incarcerated, I didn't have a chance to confer with my client." "Ten seconds, then get to it." "Will I seem like a prepared lawyer or an ill-prepared lawyer?" "Prepared." "Sweet." "Ralph, you had the opportunity to review the work product that your professor claims is his own." "I did." "Tell me what you uncovered." "I work on and revise many aspects of the code at the same time, so to keep from getting lost" "I use bookmarks, specific dates." "Ralph, can you point out these placeholders?" "Objection, Your Honor." "My client uses bookmarks as well." "There's no way to prove anything in there came from this child." "I can prove it." "Overruled." "Go ahead." "I use dates that are important to me." "The first here is my birthday, 12-11-2005, important because I enjoy my life." "Birth certificate, stamped and certified, like it totally should be." "Directly under it, 4-13-1986, my mom's birthday." "Important because her mothering instincts are superlative." "Her license." "Really on my game today." "And on that page, 9-22-2014, the day I first met Walter O'Brien." "That's important because it's the day I realized I wasn't alone." "He taught me there were others like me who cared about me." "Um..." "I can verify that date with, uh, an invoice from the owner of Nemos Diner where I was fixing a router and when I first met Ms. Dineen and her amazing son, Ralph." "I didn't ask." "Okay, it's just, uh it was a very important day in my life, too." "I'm gonna quit while I'm ahead." "Defense, any cross?" "We have nothing at this time." "Then I have a ruling." "Your client should be ashamed of himself." "I rule in favor of Plaintiff." "He hit the little hammer in my favor." "It's the first time ever." "I'm a winner!" "Yeah!" "I keep thinking the judge is gonna call and reverse the decision, but it's not legal." "I checked." "You did an amazing job." "Oh, thanks." "You have a really fantastic group of people here." "Supportive... forgiving." "Um, and I just wanted to thank you for... for helping me believe in myself." "You should." "You're... a really good lawyer." "Thank you." "Oh, it's my mom." "Yeah, hi, Mom." "Yeah, I won." "Uh-huh, yeah, I can't believe it either." "Hey, buddy." "It means a lot to me that you put the day that we first met in your code." "I'm sorry for being curt with you before." "It's okay." "No, it's not." "I, um... it won't happen again." "I do, though, believe in what I said." "Okay?" "I couldn't understand the details in your incredibly complex code." "I used to think that I-I had the fourth highest IQ in the world, but now I realized that you have dropped me down to number five." "That's what got you upset?" "No." "No, what upset me is that you were willing to slow down for me to-to let me go down the wrong road, when that would've hindered you, because I couldn't grasp your work." "Never hobble your intelligence for anyone... because if you do that in this garage, imagine what you'll have to do out there... for humans." "The world needs to catch up to you... because if-if it can, just a little, imagine what a... a beautiful place it could be." "Hey, Walter." "You have a visitor." "Oh, hey..." "Linda..." "Um, thanks for meeting me here." "You... are you ready?" "Looks like a fun party." "We can stay." "You can finish your plate." "Oh, yes, the, uh, the jalapeno poppers." "They're... actually, the capsaicin in the jalapeno has many health benefits." "Cool, I'll give one a shot." "Oh, no, no, no!" "There's corn in the batter, yeah." "Oh." "Ooh!" "Yeah, uh, I-I remember on our first date you said you were allergic, right?" "Oh." "Yeah, you think I would know that." "Yeah." "Uh, actually, I did know that." "But you were gonna eat it anyway?" "Guess you make me adventurous." "Linda, may I ask you a question?" "Of course." "Do you really like me?" "Or does being around me remind you of a sense memory when you were saved, and that's what you, uh, really like?" "Is... because I-I think it's the latter." "That's crazy." "Is it?" "Is, um... do you really like fermented fish and-and, uh, smelly flowers?" "D-Do you like a guy who likes those-those kind of things?" "Wow." "I'm not sure." "Uh... it would explain how" "I sat through that documentary on African bee migration." "Well, that's, uh, it's-it's okay that you don't really like me." "But... what you're doing for me right now makes me... like you." "Just not in-in that kind of way." "It's okay, it's okay." "I understand." "Uh... still friends?" "Always friends." "Oh, yeah." "Um... good-bye, smarty-pants." "Hey." "Hi." "I just wanted to say bye." "I'm getting on a plane going to Seattle, uh, see a specialist about my back, hopefully get cleared for duty." "Oh." "I hope that works out for you." "Me, too." "Um, regardless, I was thinking when I got back, maybe you and I could get a meal together... at a restaurant-- a real restaurant, not Kovelsky's." "Oh, like a... date?" "Date, yes." "Only if you'd like." "Yeah, I would love to." "Great." "Would you look at them?" "He's dealing with her, she's dealing with him, and they should be dealing with each other." "They're morons." "That's never gonna be us-- we keep it easy, right?" "Whoa." "Oh, oh..." "King Klutz over here, I'm sorry." "Okay, Doc, I'll live." "I'm grab us some, uh, guac and chips." "Make sure you get it right." "With this stain, I can extrapolate her ring size in five minutes." "Just keeping it easy." "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man"