"The 2016 ScorpiOlympics has been a nail-biter." "And next up is the Brain-Freeze Slalom, in which these finely tuned mathletes chug 44-ounce Coldee Freezees and attempt to solve the Viennese binomial theorem, whatever that is." "And they're off!" "Toby takes an early lead," "Happy just on his tail." "Ooh, ooh, ooh." "Sly is just really struggling from a major, major brain freeze." "That must be painful." "Oh!" "And in a stunning upset," "Dr. Curtis steals the gold in a category Sly Dodd should've run away with." "These drinks are 6.4 degrees Fahrenheit." "Given the speed pain receptors send signals to the trigeminal nerve, not having a physical reaction is impossible!" "What's this?" "He coated his mouth with almond butter to reduce the capillary constriction." "Performance-enhancing nut butters aren't allowed." "I have no idea what you're talking about." "Okay, disqualified for shenanigans." "I already gave up gambling." "If I give up cheating, what's left?" "Cheaters never prosper." "Why are you so ornery today?" "What, did you get more rejection letters?" "Three of my last four options." "No game show in the U.S. or Mexico will have me since I crushed it on The Price Is Right, which, by the way, is the only show with integrity." "Can you please keep it down?" "Your games are interrupting my research." "Taking gold in Freestyle Buzzkill, Walter O'Brien." "Want to join our Olympics?" "No, I take issue with the Olympics." "They started in 776 BC." "And with an average duration of three weeks and 5,000 athletes per Games, that is one... 134 million man-hours." "Exactly." "Think about all the progress that we could've made if the ancient Greeks had done work instead of seeing who could throw heavy objects the furthest." "Least they could throw." "Maybe you're against playing 'cause you have a rag arm." "That's false." "Think you can win, 197?" "Prove it." "A new turn of events for the ScorpiOlympics." "Walter O'Brien calculates weight, distance, aerodynamics, and... throws!" "Yeah, the beans shifted in the bag, throwing off the trajectory." "Bag's not the only thing full of beans." "O'Brien, heads up." "I need to buy a new lens for my microscope." "That guy doesn't respect the game." "Call Know-It-All." "Calling Know-It-All." "Let me guess, you want a rematch." "You need to turn the Bunsen burner off in my lab." "Okay." "You've been buried in that lab for weeks now." "Want to know why?" "Nope." "'Cause dating blew up in your face and you're retreating to your comfort zone, work." "Listen, would you just please shut it off for me." "Thank you." "Mr. O'Brien." "Yes." "Doctor's still behind." "You'll be seen shortly." "You know, I'm really fine." "I'm sure you are, but you were in an accident." "We got to do a full CT workup, all right?" "So just hold tight." "How's it goin'?" "Head injury, huh?" "Apparently." "Are you experiencing double vision?" "Ringing in your ears?" "No." "No." "Vertigo?" "Nausea?" "Neck pain?" "TMJ?" "No, Doctor," "I'm-I'm fine." "I'd just..." "I-I would really like to go." "I, actually..." "I'm not a doctor." "But many people think I'm a doctor because I wear this coat." "But, you know, I just like to wear white." "And the California Bar ruled that," "I'm allowed to wear it in here." "You're a lawyer." "Yes." "That's my card." "And since you've identified me as an attorney on your own and told me you're feeling okay," "I'm allowed to give you that without violating any solicitation rules." "Heywood Ja-help-em?" "Ja-help..." "That's a unique middle name." "Actually, it's pronounced, Ja-help-me, as in, "Hey, Would Ya Help Me?"" "I had it legally changed for business purposes." "Back of your card looks like a $20 bill." "It's cool, right?" "Yeah, that's so if people throw 'em away, you know, other folks will come by and be like," ""Oh, cool, $20." They'll pick 'em up and then they'll be like, "Oh, it's a lawyer."" "And then they'll..." "A lot of people throw 'em away." "Heywood, we've told you we don't want you hanging around the ER." "Bernice, we're having a conversation here." "Counting to three, I'm calling the Bar Association." "One..." "Uncool, Bernice." "...two..." "Uh, in any case," "I'm really glad you're feeling better." "But if you feel a turn," "Heywood Jahelpme... by giving me a call and letting me be your lawyer?" "Yeah, sure." "Oh, okay." "Great." "Cool." "Hi." "I'm Jennifer Pearson." "I-I got a call." "We're here for my daughter Olivia's heart transplant." "We've been expecting you." "Since you were moved up on the list, there's a few more forms to sign." "Olivia, if you just want to have a seat, we'll be right with you." "You want to go sit right there?" "Okay." "Heart transplant, huh?" "Yep." "Bump?" "Yeah." "I win." "You're humorous." "That's good." "You know, humor is proven to boost the immune response and speed recovery." "Not that you need to be concerned." "40 years ago, heart transplants were in their infancy, but with modern medicine, you'll be just... fine." "I know." "Just in time, too." "My color's graying, fingers are cold, my heart's ejection fraction is 12%." "I... read a lot about my condition." "That's an advanced book for someone your age." "I've been around so many doctors," "I decided to become one." "Figure I can help kids like me." "Greater good." "You should make sure that your friends collect your schoolwork while you recover so you don't fall behind." "My teachers will send my work home." "Not your friends?" "I don't get out a lot." "Miss a lot of school." "It's tough making friends." "All because one organ in your body wasn't built like everyone else's." "I know how that feels." "Hey, hey, sweetie." "Oh." "You know what, um, let's go get you some water." "Walter." "Are you okay?" "Yeah, it's a minor contusion." "The guy who hit me is also okay." "He got sent home." "Speaking of which..." "Whoa, hold on." "Did you get your head examined?" "Yes." "By more than 20 specialists throughout my childhood." "You know what he means." "You need diagnostic tests." "What I need is to get back to work." "You know, if today's taught me anything, it's to make every second count." "So based on my genetics and projected scientific advancements, my life expectancy is at 90 years." "My life is more than a third over." "Want to trade?" "Okay, that girl over there, she is getting a heart transplant and she's still thinking about future productivity." "I have a bump." "I stopped my research to play games today." "That's not gonna happen again." "I'm gonna use my life for what is most important, and that is work." "Well, as long as you have your priorities straight." "Make room!" "Prep Trauma Bay One with two milligrams of lorazepam," "D50, and clear the CT scanner." "Ma'am, please, out of the way!" "They're not treating him properly." "That's not just a seizure." "Clear the CT scanner." "Sir, please." "I'm a doctor." "Is this man also running a fever?" "Come on, let's go." "If he has a fever, he could very well have the Nibori virus." "Look at the beginning of ulcers by his nostrils." "These are post-surgical complications, likely the result of infection." "Now, sir, please step aside." "Those are indicative of the Nibori virus!" "Sir, you are preventing me from treating this patient." "Security!" "I don't often play the med school card, but I went to Harvard." "Seriously?" "You are giving this man improper care." "Run the test." "Don't go anywhere." "If you're right, I'm gonna want to talk to you." "If you're wrong, I'm gonna have you arrested." "Let's go." "Well, you make friends wherever we go." "So much for not wasting the rest of my life." "Sir." "Doctor." "The patient tested positive for Nibori virus." "He's been quarantined." "Now, how did you get that diagnosis right?" "I remember everything I ever learned in my training, every journal article and research paper I've ever read." "I'm a genius." "Wow." "And so humble." "No, no." "He means he's an actual genius." "They all are, except for me and... that guy there." "We work for Homeland." "Be smart." "Solve problems." "That's what we do." "Oh, yeah?" "Well, we've got a real head-scratcher right here." "How the hell does a guy who came in three days ago with a clean bill of health, save for a routine appendectomy, wind up with a lethal disease found only in the Far East?" "He hasn't been to Asia lately?" "Never been out of the U.S." "Did you give him any blood transfusions during the appendectomy?" "Two units." "There's your single point of failure." "His what?" "He came in with no disease." "You gave him blood..." "now he has a disease." "I'm not a genius, and even I can figure that one out." "No." "All of our blood is screened." "Then your on-site blood storage is compromised." "So if you give us access to your computer, maybe we can possibly isolate the issue." "Well, I was expecting to see some kind of a hack into the system controlling the security doors and cameras, but there's nothing." "Fast-forwarding through the video from the past week." "Only people coming in here are taking blood bags and leaving." "No one's tampering." "Guys," "Dr. Mohan has received a disturbing e-mail." "Two patients at other L.A. hospitals were diagnosed with Nibori." "Both had blood transfusions." "All area hospitals get their blood from the county depository, the Lipsger Blood Bank." "So... it isn't just this place." "There's been a system-wide contamination of the whole inventory." "Dr. Mohan, you just parted your lips to let in more O2..." "a terror marker... what's up?" "As blood bank supervisor for this hospital" "I work closely with the county depository." "They have a cache of Nibori-diseased blood in the same facility meant for research." "So somehow the diseased research blood got mixed in with the healthy blood?" "That's the thing... all the labels on our blood bags here had the correct barcodes." "They were labeled safe." "Must be a printing error." "So there's no way of knowing which blood bags have the virus." "Anyone in the county getting a transfusion could get infected." "Well, what if we test all the blood for Nibori and see which is safe to use?" "Those tests take 12 hours." "An immediate viral test can only be done on someone who's already infected 'cause the viral load's higher when it's already incubated." "Cabe, you need to get Homeland to shut down the entire L.A. blood supply until it can get tested." "No surgeries, no transfusions, nothing." "Can-can we get clean blood from a blood drive?" "We can't replace 25,000 units of blood with a blood drive." "And if the hospital tries to buy it from a national blood bank, it'll take a day to get here." "A mix-up in labels is gonna result in people dying." "Not as many as if there's a viral outbreak from tainted blood." "Guys, anyone else noticing how freaked out our pal Mohan is?" "Doctor, do you have some info you need to share with us?" "The hospital got an e-mail." "Let me guess..." "this wasn't a printing error." "Someone reached out to tell you this was on purpose, this was intentional." "Yes." "Bloody hell." "There've been threats to infiltrate the U.S. health care system for years." "This is terrorism." "Is there some vaccine for Nibori so the patients can still get procedures?" "There is, but it takes two weeks to take effect." "That's too long." "Just got word..." "the FBI's on the case." "Homeland wants us to get into it as well." "Walter, can you trace the source of the e-mail threat?" "Well, I'm doing what I can from Dr. Mohan's phone, but the e-mail was routed through Tor... it's virtually untraceable." "It could take weeks." "Well, we don't have that long." "Any car accident, people that would normally live are gonna die because there's no blood." "Forget car accidents..." "What if we have another earthquake like last month's without usable blood?" "What do you mean you're stopping all surgeries?" "Oh, no." "Olivia." "I want nothing more than to perform your daughter's surgery, but we don't have the blood that is necessary for the operation." "My daughter has been on a wait list for seven years." "They only moved her up because her heart is failing." "She has days." "This is her last chance." "We can't go ahead with surgery without having..." "Excuse me." "Yeah, I'm with Homeland," "I'm working on the tainted blood issue." "I am a Type O negative, I'm a universal donor." "You can take what you need." "It's appreciated, but Olivia has an incredibly rare blood type..." "Lutheran AB negative..." "which doesn't take Type O." "That's less than .0003% of the population." "That's right." "The blood that we had for her surgery was the only blood within 500 miles." "Mom, I don't understand." "No, it's okay, baby, we're gonna-we're gonna figure this out." "Don't you worry." "We both know there's a 100% chance that she'll die if she doesn't get the heart and only 10% if you use the blood, so, statistically, it makes sense to do the surgery" "despite the risk." "State and federal regulations prohibit transfusing blood that may be tainted." "I'll lose my license and be jailed, the hospital could be decertified." "Then test it!" "We do not have the time..." "A donor heart is good for 24 hours after death." "This one was held up in a snowstorm in Bangor for 15 hours, then medivaced here." "It is only viable for four and a half more hours." "So if we can find out who mixed up the blood, then maybe we can figure out which blood is safe to use." "And then you can do the surgery on Olivia." "But we have to do it before that heart goes bad." "And that would be in under 270 minutes." "No one can do that." "She's wrong." "We can and we will." "Olivia, I promise, my team and I are gonna save you." "So we know the blood was somehow mixed up between being donated and arriving at hospitals." "Correct." "So there are two options." "There's screening lab or distribution center." "So, Happy, Toby, Paige and I will split up and cover that." "Sly, you try to track the terrorist's e-mail and, Cabe, will stay with him in case you get a lead." "Every donation in L.A. County's brought here;" "screened for over 100 diseases, separated into platelets, red and white blood cells and other components." "But we haven't noticed anything amiss with our system." "Because there isn't." "I pored over your code." "Your computers were not compromised." "And there's been no physical breach of your locks and your alarms." "Those two employees I spoke with earlier... are they the only ones with access to the system?" "Yes." "Well, then it wasn't an inside job." "I saw honesty markers on each of them." "They didn't do it." "Neither did you." "Thank you." "I think." "We're burning time and Olivia needs that blood." "I sure hope Cabe and Sly got something." "I got nothing." "The metadata from the terrorist's e-mail lacks a geotag to pinpoint its location." "The strange thing is the e-mail was transferred at a very slow rate..." "14.4K modem slow." "Why the hell would someone use dialup?" "Even I know that's ancient." "Because it's actually harder to trace old-school tech than a modern wireless signal." "But I'm hacking the phone company's servers to see where the data is being sent at such a snail's pace." "I think this is the connection that is being siphoned." "Santa Clarita... a rural spot would help the terrorists avoid being seen." "I can track the general area and see where the service is being stolen." "All right, grab your laptop." "We'll do it from the car." "We got to get out to Santa Clarita." "Okay." "All of our blood is sorted via barcode." "When blood arrives, be it for use or research, it goes through a labeling process that's state-of-the-art." "Till now." "Walter." "So I assume that your state-of-the-art facility has, uh, periodic software upgrades." "Of course." "We had one just last week." "Why?" "Well, a, uh, system upgrade is a good time to tamper with the code, seeing as the firewalls get temporarily shut down." "This computer came out around the time I was born." "You know my theory?" "They lit a ten-hour wick and took off, the wick burned down, released this marble, it fell off this, hit the bird, which hit the enter key." "Perfectly timed to send the e-mail just as they knew the first symptoms would hit after exposure to the virus." "Ten-hour fuse gave 'em a ten-hour head start." "They were smart... they parked on deserted state land, spliced into this phone line so they couldn't be traced, set up shop in a camper with no VIN or registration." "Whoever did this won't be easy to find." "There's a breaking news report." ""The L.A. blood supply" ""has been contaminated with the deadly Nibori virus." ""Federal agencies are investigating what may be terrorism."" "Now the panic starts." "And here we are in the middle of nowhere at a total dead end." "Maybe not." "Over here." "These tracks by the shed." "Well, the shed is the first thing we checked when we got here." "But what we want, we can't see." "At least not without help." "Okay, so I can see the system was shut down for the upgrade on the first of March and then again briefly on the third." "You think someone altered the barcoding software during the shutdown?" "Yeah, and then they went back in to remove digital evidence on the third." "Okay, so, let's see..." "What are you doing?" "Well, whoever did this deleted their tracks from the system, but they may have left a ghost trace on the company router." "It's a remnant of code." "So if we can find one, we may be able to fix the system and re-sort the blood." "Who would've known about this system shutdown?" "Before an upgrade, we alert our customers that online ordering will be down." "Clinics, labs, hospitals and universities." "Over 200 in all." "We'll need that list." "Okay, I found a ghost trace." "So it looks like they put a bug into the labeling software to scramble the barcodes so it would mix up the blood." "That's how tainted blood meant for research labs went to hospitals..." "some bug?" "Right." "So if we figure it out, we can unscramble the barcodes." "How exactly?" "...Okay..." "So, every bag of donated blood is assigned a six-digit barcode." "For example:" "one, two, three, four, five, six." "So, bags with certain barcodes indicate research blood or medical blood." "But... our bad guys' bug changed each number of the barcodes by a specific amount..." "that's a magic algorithm." "So, for instance, it might make the first number go up by two." "So one becomes three." "Then the second go down by one, so two becomes one." "And so on... until your original barcode becomes a completely inaccurate barcode due to a bug implemented into your software." "And that incorrect barcode is printed on a label and put on a blood bag." "This is a nightmare." "It's a nightmare that gets worse." "Since we don't know the magic algorithm used to change the barcode, we can't reverse what it's done to find out what the original barcodes really are." "Can we figure out the algorithm?" "Not in time to save Olivia." "We're talking about millions of combinations." "Well, Toby says no one chooses anything at random." "So maybe if we want to learn the algorithm, we need to learn more about our bad guys." "Look at all of these cans." "What do you see?" "Garbage." "No, they're old, the fumes from them have leaked over years, collecting residue on the interior tin walls." "So what?" "So there's a bullet hole here in this wall." "A concentrated beam of light has been pouring into this very shed for decades, creating a massive pinhole camera." "Those things we made in school where the pictures come in upside down?" "Yes." "And pesticide residue is made of halide vapor, which has basically turned this piece of tin into a giant sheet of photographic paper." "Great." "But what did our tin shed take a picture of?" "Normally nothing, because it's just open space out there." "But the tire tracks indicate that whoever set up the computer parked their car directly in line with the pinhole." "It's like the car was saying "cheese" for us." "All we have to do is develop the film." "Then let's take our photo home." "So we're really gonna get a photo off a tin wall by dipping it into this stuff?" "Mint and coffee contain caffeic acid, which converts silver ions in the tin to pure silver, which will produce a negative image." "The stopper solution is ready." "The lemon juice to water ratio is perfect." "Just enough to neutralize the caffeic acid while still preserving the image." "Okay, that's enough... take it out." "Holy crap, it worked." "Okay, we've got the license plate." "Let's see who sent that e-mail." "Just ran the plate through the DMV." "It's registered to one Todd Wilcox of Sherman Oaks." "Guys, start pulling everything you can on him." "Oh." "Wilcox." "He was on the list of blood bank customers who got the e-mail about the shutdown." "Well, here's why." "He's CEO of Wilcox Pharma Group, developer of medical products including a vaccine for the Nibori virus!" "Ladies and gents, we have a motive!" "He spent over a decade developing a vaccine for Nibori that was spreading across Asia." "But his product tanked when the virus was nearly eradicated before he got it to the market." "And he was left with a struggling company and warehouses full of unusable vaccines." "Livid he'd wasted so much time on a failed venture, he did what businessmen do:" "he created demand, and the kind of demand that only comes with panic." "Hence the e-mail ensuring his crime went public." "It's already working." "People are running to buy his vaccine." "He'll make billions." "Wasn't terrorism." "It was capitalism." "He'd do this just for money?" "His whole life's work dissolved overnight." "It's driven more than a few researchers to desperation." "You taking notes, O'Brien?" "So we call the cops, they arrest him, we make him tell us the algorithm to reverse the barcodes, and we save Olivia and everyone else." "No, he'll lawyer up and say nothing." "We need to find out that algorithm on our own and fast." "Whole point of finding out who the culprit was, was to figure out the algorithm he programmed into his bug." "Well, now we know who it is." "She's right." "We search his history, contacts, everything... from jersey numbers of his favorite players to phone numbers of old girlfriends." "We find out what digits have deep meaning to Wilcox." "Let's hit it!" "Hello?" "Mr. O'Brien, this is Dr. Bennett." "Please tell me that you are close to decoding the blood bags." "We're closer, but not close." "Okay, if you don't hurry, there's not gonna be any blood to sort." "Administration is loading our supply into a transport truck and taking it to a testing facility." "It leaves in an hour." "Walter, once any blood enters a federal lab," "U.S. law prohibits it from leaving that facility for 96 hours." "That's right." "And Olivia is getting weaker." "If you don't get her that blood before it reaches that lab, there's nothing I can do for her." "We've researched birthdays, anniversaries, graduation dates." "Nothing will reverse the bug." "Yeah, he's too smart to use something that we could find easily." "It'd be something that we'd never think of." "So, the only way to get it out of him is to hack his brain." "We need to meet Wilcox face-to-face, trick the algorithm out of him, without him having any idea what we're actually doing." "Toby's right, but we have just under two and a half hours to do it." "So, the question is, how do we get next to him?" "Here's how." "He just called a press conference." "Yeah, 'cause the profiteer wants to spread word about his vaccine, he wants publicity." "Great." "Let's go help him." "Pick a spot that maximizes your chances of being called on." "Paige, he wants to seem like a man of the people, so he's gonna call more frequently on those at the back, where the less established journalists are." "You go there." "Copy that." "Okay, sun's coming over his left shoulder, casting a shadow on the right." "Eyes naturally are drawn to the light." "He'll look to his left." "I'll go there." "They're in position just in time." "Overly brisk walk, ramrod posture." "He's tense, focused on staying on message." "First thing when you want to get something out of someone:" "make them comfortable." "Don't say anything blunt or harsh." "In other words, Happy, don't be yourself." "I'd be offended by that if it weren't so true." "Okay, I know I'm the only one who wears a hat, but hold onto your hats, 'cause I'm gonna profile" " the crap out of this guy." " Good afternoon." "As you know, a terrible health crisis has developed." "Nibori, a disease once nearly eradicated, has tragically reemerged." "Luckily, my company, Wilcox Pharma Group, has a vaccine to prevent further spread." "Not only is it readily available, but to help my fellow citizens," "I'm donating 1,000 free vaccines." "It's time to build him up." "Give him a chance to sound smart." "Yes?" "How does the virus spread?" "Via contaminated blood." "And now that the L.A. County blood supply has been found to be tainted, no one is safe." "The smart move for everybody is to get vaccinated." "Good work, Happy." "He's relaxing his posture, he's feeling more comfortable, defenses are going down." "Now, this is a guy who is willing to sacrifice lives to get rich, so, make him talk about his favorite subject: money." "In the back." "Yes." "Will this vaccine be affordable?" "Affordability is my top priority." "For three decades," "I've seen the damage that price gouging can do, so we're offering our vaccine at below market value." "Three decades?" "He's 46." "Learned about price gouging as a teen?" "Sly, look up his life at 15." "That'd be 1987." "Oh, my God." "I know." "Long rap sheet for a juvenile." "No, no, no, I mean his student council photos." "Are those parachute pants?" "His record is also bad." "He got into a lot of trouble at age 15." "That's, uh, school suspensions, shoplifting." "Yeah, next to me at that age, he was a saint." "Trust me, kids with that behavior are scared." "And when they grow up, they not only crave the comfort they lacked as children, they want to feel that they can provide comfort themselves." "The people of Los Angeles and the nation are scared." "What can you say to reassure them?" "To them I'll say, the vaccines work." "I'll protect their families:" "their mothers, their fathers, everyone." "Their mothers and fathers?" "No." "When people talk about protecting someone, they generally talk about children, not their parents." "We shouldn't be looking at what happened to him." "We should be looking at what happened to his mom and dad." "Ooh, hold on, because I had found something on his parents before." "Right here." "When he was 15 years old, the factory his father worked at was sold to a consortium." "All of the jobs went overseas." "They lost their main source of income, and the bank foreclosed upon their home." "Get specifics on all this!" " Dr. Bennett?" " Walter, this donor heart is becoming unusable faster than expected." "For Olivia to have a shot, we need to start the surgery now." "That means that I need safe blood for her by 3:00 p.m." "Can you get it to me?" "Thank you all very much for coming." "He's leaving!" "We don't have the algorithm yet!" "Walter, I need your answer." "Toby, do we have this?" "Not yet." "Sly?" "I'm searching!" "Mr. O'Brien?" "Ah!" "Look what I found!" "Does this help?" "Sure does!" "Start the surgery." "They call me the gambler." "Let's go." " What did you find?" " All right." "When Wilcox's family lost their house, when his family fell apart, when his life was turned upside down forever, it was all over a very specific number... $117,586, the exact amount his home was foreclosed for." "Six digits, like the barcode." "That could be the magic algorithm." "It's a number he'll never forget." "It burned into his memory as an adolescent." "That's a number that could drive him to do terrible things." "Oh." "It's working!" "The fake barcodes are reversing back to proper barcodes, and now we'll be able to tell which blood bags are safe to use!" "I'll get the blood bank on the phone to confirm." "All those are going back to the original barcodes?" "Yeah." "I'm pulling up the bag number for Olivia's blood that Dr. Bennett gave me." "I got Walter O'Brien on the phone for you, sir." "Was 587332 a number assigned to clean blood or research blood?" "It was clean, for a very rare" "Lutheran AB negative." "Okay, thank you." "So, we know that there is blood that can save Olivia." "Yeah, but it's on its way to a research lab, and once it's inside, it can't be removed for days." "We are Homeland!" "Can't we just call to set up a blockade and then stop the truck?" "No." "The federal government wants to test that blood themselves." "After all this press, they're not taking our word for it and putting themselves at risk." "Not for the life of one girl." "Then we know what we have to do." "We're gonna hijack that truck." "Okay." "Thank you." "Well, the hospital said the blood transport left eight minutes ago!" "We need to approach this vehicle directly from behind and make sure the driver doesn't see us." "We know they're going to Bakersfield." "Bio-hazardous material has to stay off interstates." "Big trucks aren't hitting 70." "We'll catch 'em around 58 West." "I just found a schematic for the truck." "It has a rooftop ventilation grate." "We need a vehicle at least 14 feet tall." "This SUV will not do." "We don't have time to turn around and go back to the Homeland impound to get a bigger ride." "I actually know of a vehicle that height on the way, though speed might be an issue." "Remember seventh grade math?" "Can car A catch up to car B?" "I was really good at those, and we need to move faster!" "I'm trying, but this Nixon-era engine ain't doing us any favors!" "Hey, don't go too much faster!" "Happy'll fall out!" "There it is!" "Step on it!" "We're getting close." "Walter, are you ready?" "Yeah, I'm ready." "Got it?" "Yeah." "Okay, come on." "Come on!" "Come on." "Oh!" "All right, we'll hold it steady!" "Now we'll hold it steady." "Okay." "Let's see how she goes." "Ooh." "Okay." "Walter, get that blood, and get out before they hear you!" "♪ It's hard to be a cowboy ♪" "♪ Without a horse... ♪" "Aha." "Sly, a little help?" "Okay, almost there." "Done." "Great." "Okay." "Olivia's got 43 minutes left, Walter." "And we got 39 minutes till we get to the hospital." "This'll be close." "AB negative." "AB negative." "Ah!" "I've got Olivia's blood." "Technically, she only needs two, but grab the third in case the surgery goes awry." "Yeah, I got 'em." "I'm coming back." "Hustle, Walter." "The driver doesn't like me being on his tail... he's speeding up." "Dr. Bennett, blood is filling the surgical field." "Start suction." "We keep moving forward." "This thing doesn't have any pickup." "Not good!" "You're gonna have to jump, Walter!" "No." "Not while I'm holding the bags." "I'll never make it, and neither will the blood." "The truck is speeding up!" "The gap's widening!" "I'm gonna throw it!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "Wrong solution." "Walter, we all saw how bad you were at the Toby toss." "Hey, the game was flawed." "I can calculate speed, weight, trajectory..." "We know your calculations are right, but the problem is you suck at sports!" "Well, make a decision, because if another driver spots you up there, they'll call the cops." "Speed is 62 miles per hour, southeasterly wind six knots," "500 milliliters of blood weighs 1.1 pound, compensatory angle is 23 degrees." "All right." "Here goes." "You did it!" "I did it." "We need two bags." "Oh, right." "Uh... okay!" "That was not my intention." "Last bag, Walter." "Olivia needs you to make it." "No pressure." "I got it!" "I..." "Ew, it's blood!" "I got it, though!" "Walter, jump." "Now!" "Gotcha, pal!" "BP's dropping, Doctor." "She's bleeding out." "Try to pack the bleed." "She needs blood." "Pack the bleed." "Hold up!" "Hey, hey, hey, you can't go down there!" "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" "Suction." "Here, here, two bags." "Thank you." "Ms. Pearson?" "The surgery went well." "But we don't know yet if Olivia's body will accept the heart." "The next 12 hours will be critical." "Well, we'll be here." "You don't have someone you need to get home to?" "I do, which is why I know how you must feel." "I'm gonna have the sitter bring him here." "We're not leaving you alone." "You'll be holding your girl soon enough." "I know it." "Dr. Bennett." "Olivia's gonna be fine." "Oh!" "Yeah!" "Oh, okay." "She's tired but awake." "Come and see your daughter." "I know she's gonna want to see you." "My baby!" "You are so brave." "And I am so proud of you." "I love you, too." "You saved me." "Dr. Bennett saved you." "She wanted my okay to start without the blood." "I knew you'd keep your promise." "'Course I would." "We're the same." "We both know what it feels like to be different because of genetics." "But it..." "it is good to be different." "When you're, uh, healed, you should keep up the studying." "I will." "But... for a while, I'm just gonna try to have some fun, break in my new heart." "Relief in the Southland today as the L.A. Blood Bank crisis has been resolved and Todd Wilcox has been arrested." "Health officials say new safeguards will go up to prevent this from ever happening again." "Great work, team." "There was a million things that could've gone wrong today." "Speaking of "gone wrong,"" "I just got my final rejection letter from a game show." "I've got half a mind to sue." "Half a mind is right..." "no lawyer would take that case." "That one would." "Has anything terrible ever happened to you?" "Car accident?" "You know what to do?" "How about you?" "Uh-oh." "Medical malpractice?" "Slip and fall?" "Then call..." "Heywood Jahelpme Morris." "It's actually my name." "I know that guy." "Really?" "Yeah." "He's... different." "You should give him a chance." "Looks like I found my lawyer." "I'm gonna go find my bed." "Ralph, let's get some Z's." "Where's everyone going?" "We got to finish the ScorpiOlympics." "Now?" "We're exhausted." "Real athletes play through pain." "We're not real athletes." "You all scared I'm gonna sweep the gold?" "Okay, that's it..." "you're on." "Happy, you and I get the surfboard." "Sly, set up the bowling pins." "Ralph, let's go." "Let's keep score." "Where are you going?" "Do research." "Oh." "Okay." "Welcome to round two of the ScorpiOlympics." "You're all going down." "I'll revise the scoreboard." "On second thought..." "I'm going for the gold." "And the fans can't believe it!" "O'Brien enters the game!" "Who wants to bet I can beat 197?" "I don't mean that literally." "Give me the helmet." "You... you taking a break from being efficient?" "No." "This is the definition of efficiency." "Making every second count." "Three, two, one!"