WALTER: My name is Walter O'Brien.
I have the fourth highest IQ ever recorded: 197.
Einstein's was 160.
When I was 11, the FBI arrested me for hacking NASA
to get their blueprints for my bedroom wall.
Now I run a team of geniuses,
tackling worldwide threats only we can solve.
Toby's our behaviorist.
Sylvester's a human calculator.
Happy, a mechanical prodigy.
Agent Cabe Gallo's our government handler.
And Paige? Well, Paige isn't like us.
She's normal and translates the world for us
while we help her understand her genius son.
Together, we are Scorpion.
Think we should go east.
That's west.
Well, still should go that way.
Yeah? Based on what?
This is your fault!
You had to take us off the trail.
You had to see that damn waterfall!
I thought I knew where I was going.
Oh, well, a lot of good that does us now, huh?
Day and a half with no water, food or cell reception.
And the kids are terrified.
And you two aren't helping.
Let's just keep moving
and try to get back to a road.
We'll get you out of here. I promise.
TOBY: Whoa!
[grunts]
Winds of Santa Ana.
She's a-blowin' a-leeward and a-windward.
That is sailor talk.
Actually, those terms just relate
to one's position to the wind.
It's not exclusive to sailing.
In fact, I'm about to show you
how it applies to aeronautics.
State the wager.
Down the telephone wires, straighten at ground level,
then across the street and through that window.
You're on. If I win, dinner date.
If you win, I do your laundry for a month.
You'd probably like that more than the dinner, perv.
I'm feeling Greek, maybe Tex-Mex.
The bet is null and void on account of that truck.
You said you'd get it in the window,
and it ain't in the window.
I'm the gambling expert.
We be datin'.
PAIGE: Ooh, great.
Coffee's ready.
Oh.
Yes.
Mmm. Perfect.
Thanks, Walter.
Walter, a minute of your time.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Mmm.
Oh. What is this?
This is outreach.
Now, as you know, Drew comes back from Portland soon.
He's gonna come back full of confidence and swagger.
And what did those alpha-jocks all want?
The cheerleader.
AKA Paige Dineen.
Why is Paige's personal life my concern?
Right here is why. I've been collecting data
on your shifting behavior patterns
the past few months, and the result is
an iron-clad theorem that proves you have feelings for Paige.
[laughs]
That's preposterous.
Said the climate-change denier
in the face of scientific evidence.
While you're at it, how 'bout you get no vaccines today?
You want to take this for a spin?
Remember the reservation you made for
a Valentine's Day "work dinner"?
We never ended up having the meal.
Okay.
How about the new
lavender diffuser in your office?
That is to mask the smell
of experiment-generated mouse urine.
That's disgusting.
But also a lie.
Paige loves lavender.
That hand cream of hers is always stinking up the van.
Finally...
...Coffea arabica.
Why do you think I've been getting my joe
at Kovelski's?
Because you put cinnamon in our pot here.
It has antioxidants and improves brain function.
Cinnamon's for elves.
You put cinnamon in the coffee
because she likes it.
You're giving her special treatment,
which can only mean...
[grunting]
And how old are you?
13 months older than you,
so show your elders respect.
What is...
[quietly]: What is with the almost constantly commenting
on me and Paige lately?
It's borderline obsessive.
As a student of human behavior,
I find emotional dishonesty offensive.
And also, you're my friend.
Also, I don't like Drew.
[phone ringing]
You're not saved by the bell.
Yeah, Cabe.
Got a case, urgent.
We got six hikers from a church group
lost in Los Angeles National Forest.
Been missing for 36 hours.
Santa Ana winds are kicking up
the forest floor, killing visibility.
Search and rescue is damn near impossible.
LAFD and the Forest Service need an assist.
I was thinking
your tracking software
from the Baghdad operation years back--
maybe dusting that off.
CABE: Winds have gotten worse since we spoke.
We don't have any time to waste.
Must be the hikers' families.
CABE: Alongside members
of their church.
My system uses a camera and laser scanners
to conduct advanced ground imaging
that can penetrate tree cover
and recognize ground patterns at high altitudes.
Basically, our stuff sees good.
You built this for fun?
Well, let's just say I, uh...
I modified an old system from way back.
CABE: My guys will locate the hikers,
radio in the coordinates; the rescue team can do its job.
HAPPY: We need to see whatever
your people have done so far.
It's an interesting use of my Baghdad software.
How did you think to apply it to this situation?
The truth is,
I think about what happened in Baghdad a lot.
What happened between us.
Maybe your tech--
some good can come from it now.
SYLVESTER: Walter, you got to see this.
One of the kids tweeted a picture
right before they went on the hike.
They've been out of cell range ever since.
Well, that's all we need to find the hikers.How?
You've been looking for where the hikers are.
That's one specific place in a specific moment in time,
and it's constantly moving.
The footprints, however,
they can last for hours, even in this wind,
and they could be a road map right to them.
Breakdown?
Okay, so these treads are the kids' sneakers.
Two are piece-wise lines,
other is a cross-hatch pattern.
Approximate sizes: two boys' size nine
and a girls' six.
The adults are wearing hiking boots
with standard waffle patterns,
and the woman's got an outside heel break.
Scan the images.
One of the men will be in front, one of them in back.
It's standard defense formation, wired into animal DNA--
they don't even know they're doing it.
That woman will most likely be
with the youngest girl-- a mothering instinct to protect.
If you look at the, uh, body language
of these two youngsters here, they're in love.
They're side by side.
You can tell they're in love just from the photo?
Oh, I can tell lots of ways.
The others will follow standard
pack formation and fall in here and here.
We'll be looking for a shape like this
filled with tread patterns
that we can distinguish from mountain lion drag marks,
windswept debris.
That'll let us find our folks.
Uh, where's our workstation?
SYLVESTER: No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Walter, I am not going up in that thing.
Helicopters have zero aerodynamics
and no glide ability in case of engine failure.
That's our only choice.
It's a box held up in the sky
by a lawnmower blade. Pass.
Hope you're up for a little handholding today.
WALTER: Sly, we need you.
No one can run
the analytics as fast as you can.
Walter, I want to help,
but I can't willingly board a death trap
designed by Leonardo da Vinci
500 years ago.
Then stay here!
'Cause I got a strict no-crybabies policy.
Meet your pilot, Marcus Bronson.
MARCUS: Look, you don't want to come,
don't come, but once you get on board,
you need keep it together, you understand?
It's serious business up there.
I can't have anyone freaking out in my bird.
Hey, what'd you mean, our pilot? You're not coming?
There's no room in the cabin.
So I'll stay back and gear up with the rescue team.
Once you send in the hikers' locations, we go in.
This is a sat phone.
Works where the cell phones don't.
Keep it close to you. It's your lifeline.
MARCUS: Hey!
You scratch it, you buy it.
He's fun.
Are you good?
Sure.
Okay. Let's go.
Okay.
TOBY: We know you have a lot of choices when you fly,
so we want to thank you for flying with Air Scorpion.
Please, no unnecessary words.
Big guy barfs, you guys are cleaning it up.
Everything's going to be fine.
Just look at your laptop and avoid peripheral vision, okay?
Now, our predictive model
says they headed downhill west-southwest,
with a statistical likelihood of 94%,
so bank west here.
I got a hit.
Happy, you seeing this?
HAPPY: Yup.
The treads match our hikers.
The formation they're walking in
is spot on with my prediction.
Okay, pilot, stay the current course
while we close in on them.
Ooh.
Everything okay?
Wind's up to 50 knots.
It's gonna get bumpy.
Hold on.
Cabe, do you copy?
Copy, Walter.
WALTER: It's good news.
We found the hikers' trail.
Within minutes, we find them.
That's great work. What's your location?
Hey, Captain Charisma, where are we?
Damn it!
Wind shear! Hold on!
MARCUS: Base, this is Eagle! Do you copy?
Copy. Copy. We copy.
Do you read? Do you read?
We have equipment fail...
Wind's wreaking havoc on the comms.
Walter! Walter, do you copy?!
[static crackling]
We're gonna die!No one's gonna die.
[screaming]MARCUS: Mayday!
Base, this is Eagle! We are in distress!
Repeat-- we are in distress!
We're heading right for those trees!
WALTER: No, no, no, no, no!
You steer away from the pines!
Aim for that! The Sheoak!
It's softer! We'll have a much better
chance of survival!
Walter, 500 feet! 400 feet!
You got to trust me! Do it now! Do it now!
PAIGE: Oh, my God! Oh!HAPPY: Oh, my God.
What the hell are you doing?!
Heads down! Heads down now!
Everybody, hold on! We're going in!
[Paige screams]
TOBY [groans]: Oh.
My duodenum.
Everyone all right?PAIGE: I'm okay.
Check.
Terrified, but breathing.
[branches creaking]
HAPPY: Okay.
Watch our weight distribution
or the bow breaks and this cradle falls.
[Marcus groans]
You okay, boss?
MARCUS: I've been better.
How bad?
Uh, bright blood,
outer left side of the thigh.
Looks like he nicked the femoral artery,
but it's clotted off, stabilized.
How would you know that?
If it hadn't, you'd be dead.
But that cut could expand.
We need to leave the metal in.
You do a tourniquet, and I'll clean it up
when we get on the ground.
We need to get you to a hospital ASAP.
Great in theory, but we are 40-feet high in a tree.
And our comms are dead.
I doubt they got a location on
our crash site.I can take care of that,
but I'm gonna need everyone to cut off their seatbelts.
Sly, I need you to do some math for me.
Okay, based on the angle of the tree
and the weight distribution, uh,
estimated by the barycenter balancing point,
as well as the relatively weak tensile strength of
the River Sheoak, which is really no more than a weed...
Focus.Okay.
Bottom line is we need to remove
the weight strategically, or we're all going to topple over--
like Don't Tip the Waiter.
So, best guess is Happy, then me, then Toby,
then Marcus needs to take some weight off the nose,
then Walter,
and then lastly Paige,
because the weight displacement in the cabin is less.
WALTER: Happy,
make it happen.
[branches creak]PAIGE: Whoa!
We're fine!
Everything's fine.
When I go down, this thing is gonna shake.
Just keep your heads straight.
We should be good.
"Should." Fantastic.
[metal groaning]
Made it!
You're up, Sylvester!
You know what?
I think my calculations were off, Happy!
I should go last!
No, your calculations were perfect,
and this thing's not gonna hold much longer, okay?
So you go now.
You're gonna be fine, Sly.
Okay.
Think happy thoughts.
Okay.
Geez.
Oh, my God.
[groans]
Come on! You can do it!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
[muttering]
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
I can't go any further!
I can't... I can't go any further!
Just straighten your legs.
HAPPY: Hurry, guys!
All this movement is cracking
the support branches!
Okay, you're up.
Sylvester said I go last.
You're going. Now. No.
No, we should do... we should do
what Sylvester said.No, you go.
Now. Go.
Go!
Oh, my God.
Okay.
That's the wrong order! That is the wrong order!
Hey, Walt, you better hustle!
Walter, you've got seconds until that helicopter is in free fall!
The support branches are breaking!
[branches crackling]
PAIGE: Walter!SYLVESTER: Walter! Walter!
[all gasp]
[panting]
Uh...
looks as if things haven't gone according to plan.
HAPPY: We call in our location
on the SAT phone, Cabe gets us, we regroup.
We might not get the reception we're looking for on this model.
I have to tighten the tourniquet
almost on top of the wound; it's gonna hurt.
I think you and I have different definitions of pain.
Okay. So we're here.
And with the tree cover,
there's no way a chopper can land or airlift us out.
Only suitable evac point is here.
It's Fiddler's Basin; it's due east.
It's that way.
How do you know that?
I point the hour hand at the sun, I bisect the angle
between the hand and the 12 to find south.
I know south, I know every other direction.
WALTER: Okay, so...
we can't contact Cabe, but we have to assume
that he's thinking like us
and he knows that Fiddler's Basin is our only shot.
So, we follow the hikers' footprints.
We find them, and then we send an overground rescue team back
for Sylvester and the pilot.
Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
You're leaving me here with him? No way.
You can't walk. Toby has to come with us
just in case there are any injured hikers.
I do not like this plan.
We're in desolate woods-- no food, limited water
and no comms.Right.
Then you two can work on getting a radio sorted
while we're gone.
Well, we're well aware things would be easier
if we still had that SAT phone, but that is not the case.
What was with the swipe at me?
Well, if you had been holding on
to the SAT phone instead of me,
we would never be in this mess right now.
I was protecting you. It was instinctive.
It was stupid.
You were an unbuckled, 150-pound projectile.
154-- I've been working out.
WALTER: Let's get moving!
Sun sets in 47 minutes.
Okay, so... I'll just stay here in the middle of the woods
with the grumpy guy.
Hey, stop your bellyaching,
go fix that radio.
Go on!
Sir, we spotted the chopper's tail
through a break in the tree canopy.
Cover's too thick.
Can't make out any survivors.
Show me a topo map!Yes, sir.
If they survive, you think they'll try
to keep with the mission?
There's no "if."
My guys survived.
Here, Fiddler's Basin.
Only viable evac point.
Three miles from the crash site. That's where we land.
Not in this wind.
At 55 knots, everything is grounded.
Transport helo can handle it.
County doesn't have one.
Then I'm reaching out to Pendleton.
There's no way I'm leaving my guys down there!
Hikers, we're here to rescue you!
Whoa, whoa.
So, based on the prints,
one of them is favoring the right foot,
partly dragging the other; they're probably injured.
Yeah, that's a size six shoe
with a shallow depression.
That's Caitlin, the lightest.
If she's hurt, they can't
be traveling that fast.
We will find them.
Oh, by the way, uh, they really
stuck to that cluster pattern you predicted.
You were right on the money.
Most of my behavioral predictions turn out to be true.
For instance, what you did for Paige up in the copter. Huh?
Letting her go first, putting yourself at risk for her.
I was not giving Paige special treatment.
I watched you almost get pancaked by a falling aircraft.
You ignored Sylvester's calculations--
math and science-- so that she could descend first.
Can we focus on finding the hikers?
Of course. Okay.
May I have some of water?
Oh, yeah.
The... agreed-upon ration.
Same as everyone else gets.
We're all equal.
Thank you.
Wow, you really learned me there, boss.
You clearly don't like her.
HAPPY: Guys, we got a problem!
The trail ends here.
The hikers crossed this field.
They could've entered up those woods at any point,
headed in any direction.
We have no way of finding them now.
Wait, shh, shh, shh.
Over there.
How do you know?
It's very scientific. I heard them.
DIEGO: These kids can't go much further.
Maybe we split--
increase the odds of some of us getting rescued.
Yeah, maybe.
I don't know.
I don't know what to do.
Hey.
Heard you guys are lost.
Oh, thank God.Thank you!
Okay. Okay.
How come he always gets the hug? I'm standing right next to him.
Are you guys with the Forestry Service?WALTER: No, no.
We're here with the government; we're here to bring you home.
How?
Well, we're gonna take you to a nearby clearing;
there are people who will meet us there.
Okay, let's go. Toby, can you check
on the girl with the hurt leg?
Let me get them some water.
Okay, let's go, kid.
What is this?
I collect rocks.
These have boracite in them.
I'm bringing them home with me.
Not anymore you're not.
We're hiking for miles-- no extra weight.
Okay, one rock.
Okay, are we ready?
Yeah?
Okay, let's go.
Toby?
[both grunt]
Okay, you need to strip those input wires.
I don't have any wire strippers.
Just use your teeth and your fingernails.
This is incredibly unsanitary.
Unsanitary? Really?
I ate grubs and worms for five days
on a military exercise when I was your age.
Good for you.No, great for me,
because I learned to do what needs to be done.
OPERATOR [over radio]: Copy. Come in.Oh, my God.
Hello?
Oh, my God, you hear that?!
Don't talk to me, talk to them! Talk to them!
[static crackling]
Hello, do you copy? Hello?
Come in, please.
Hello? Come in, please.
Come on, come on, come on.
I'm sorry.
What?
You're not gonna say anything?
I already said I'm sorry.
Okay.
I get it. I get it.
Maybe if I rewired the entire radio
with my mouth full of beetle larvae,
maybe then I would have done a better job for you.
Kid, kid, look, look.
Oh, no.
TOBY: You smell smoke?
PETE: There must be a fire somewhere.
PAIGE: Is that an ember?
WALTER: Whoa.
Ah, that was close.
Um, Walter.
Yeah?
Oh, boy.
You need to hurry up, kid! I'm well aware that a forest fire can spread
at 22 feet per second.
Fire's circling around us.
That loop closes, then we're cooked, literally.
Okay, I just need to secure one more seat belt.
All right.
And you're okay to lay on this on your back?
Of course I am. Great.
[groans]
Hey, take my arm, take my arm, okay?
Your leg has a lot more blood on it.
Are you okay?I'm fine, I'm fine.
Just get me on there.
Easy, easy.
Strap yourself in there.
You sure this is gonna hold?
It only needs to hold us for three miles
until Fiddler's Basin.
Your friends took the map. You remember where it is?
I have a photographic memory.
Of course you do. Let's go!
Let's go!
[grunts]
[coughs]My eyes are burning.
It's getting hard to breathe.
Okay, hold on.
Will you grab that out?
Grab that.
Okay, now hold that up to your nose and mouth.
[people coughing]
Here you go.
Whoa, what the hell are you doing?
I'm helping you, like I was trying to on the helicopter.
That's all, just help.
I do not need someone to take care of me.
Hey.
You kissed me.
And now that I'm responding to that,
you're scared and shutting down.
I am surrounded by fire.
We have kids to save, not to mention ourselves.
Not the time.
[coughing continues]
What's up?
See for yourself.
PETE: What now?
There's got to be a way around.
We'd be moving laterally as the fire proceeds in this way.
If we pick the wrong direction, then...
We're dead.
How long would you say we have?
We've got about ten minutes.
We've got to get across.
Start looking for long branches strong enough to hold us.
Maybe we, uh, we bind them together,
then we reach across.
Oh, bro, that sounds like suicide.
Staying here is suicide.
Come on, start looking.
PETE: Walter, I'm sorry, this is all my fault.
You didn't start the wildfire.
I took everyone off the trail, got everyone lost,
all because I wanted to find the perfect spot
for Jenna, to propose to her.
And now she's gonna die, everyone,
because of me.
You want to undo that?
Help us get over that ravine.
All right?
What's she doing?
Any of you guys ever rope-swing?
[coughing]
I-I got to catch my breath.
It's on account of the smoke.
You got to push through it, kid,
'cause I'm looking at a blaze coming over that hill
right toward us.
It's faster than I am. I can't outrun it.
Like hell you can't!
Now get your ass in gear now! Move!
Don't yell at me.
I'm about to burn to death!
Now grow a pair, son, and Oscar Mike now!
Stop.
Military talk and berating won't work with me.
It never has.
I have done the calculations!
My fastest rate of speed, the decline angle of this hill,
the pace of the fire, the dryness of the underbrush--
a gazelle would be taken in minutes.
You and I have seconds!
Son, doing nothing isn't an option for either of us.
Listen to me.
We got to figure a way to move faster than this fire,
or we're both dead.
Do you understand?
We can't, but we may not need to.
Okay, at least the hold is secure.
Can't help but notice you haven't swung out yet.
Yeah, about that--
this tree could totally be rotted out inside.
A person's weight could snap it in half.
Yeah, and fall 50 feet to their death. Yup.
JENNA: We've got to do something; the fire's getting closer.
Well, unless we got a human guinea pig
who wants to test this thing out...
[Walter yelling]
Whoa.
Yeah.
It'll hold.
[grunts]
It's getting closer.
We got to move faster.I know, I know.
Let's go!
Okay. Here.
Are you sure about this?
Yes. Back in here. Watch your head.
Thanks.
Oh. Okay, okay.
We're gonna be baked alive in here. No.
The door's made of titanium; it's a low conductor of heat.
You better be right, kid.
Oh, my God!
Get down! Get down! Cover!
[Sylvester yells]
[both coughing]
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Careful with your leg. Careful with your leg.
Okay.
You okay?
Breathing.
Barely.
Oh, man, your leg's losing a lot of blood.
I have to tighten your tourniquet.
Do your worst.
That should hold it for a bit.
Thanks.
I got to hand it to you, that was quick thinking
with the pipe.
We got to move.
This door has been warped by the heat.
I think I can fix it.
Hey, hey.
Use this.
Thank you.
[grunting]
So I take it your dad was military?
Very.
You guys didn't get along too well?
Well, my father comes from a world where a man is measured by
how many tackles he made in high school
or how many beer cans he can crush against his skull.
Same world that you come from.
[coughs] Okay, guys, about a quarter mile, we dogleg right,
then it's a straight shot from there.
About, uh, 500 feet, five percent grade.
Okay, Toby?
Follow. Great.TOBY: Come on, guys, got to make it to the clearing.
Let's start rationing out the water-- give us a little lift.
You can take my share if you want.
No. You need as much as anyone.
Thank you though.
Walter, get down here! The basin's just around that bend.
This is the only way through.
HAPPY: This gully is creating a funnel effect
that's pulling the fires together.
We got to run.Okay, okay.
Come on. Come on, guys.
You heard her.
Come on!
Hurry, the wall's closing!
You're okay. You're okay.
Walter!
Jimmy, you're okay!
I'm fine, I'm fine.You got to be careful.
You don't want to burn out.
Too soon?
Guys, the fire's gonna fill up the clearing before we know it.
We got to move. Over there, come on!
[grunting]
Hold up! Wait.
We're stuck.
All right.
[grunts loudly]
Stop, stop, stop.
This contraption of yours isn't going anywhere.
Okay.
Give me a second. Let me see if I can fix it.
No, no.
Stop. Just stop.
Look, I'm dead weight.
You're dead on your feet. We're out of water.
You're cramping up.
At this rate, we're not gonna go
another ten inches, let alone another mile.
I'm not going to abandon you.
It's not your call.
This gully is filling up with smoke.
There will not be enough oxygen left.
If I leave you, you will die.
We both die if you stay.
What are you doing?
[grunting]
I'm saving your life, son. Go!
Go.
We're coming up on the crash site.
Light it up!
I'm sorry, Agent.
Staying ahead of this fire, even for smoke jumpers,
would be damn near impossible.
Take us to Fiddler's Basin.
We'll be flying right into the fire front.
Visibility will be low to nil.
I don't see any bodies by the chopper.
Now, my guys are survivors.
Don't make me ask again.
Let's head to the basin.
[gasping]
We can't make it to the basin.
We can't go back.
Oh, my God. We're trapped.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Shh, shh.
Listen. Listen.
[helicopter approaching]
A helicopter.
It's Cabe.
Hey!
They're never gonna see us through the smoke.
Flashlights. Flashlights!
Hey!
[all shouting]
COMMANDER: I don't see anybody.
You? Not yet.
That fire line to the west
is cutting off any route into that basin.
Wherever they are,
they are not making it to the clearing.
Sir, soot can choke our engine.
Respectfully, there is no point
in all of us dying.
We need to go, sir.
Hey!
[groans]
Come on!
[coughing continues]
Pete, Pete, Pete. Her hand.
Give me the ring that you were gonna put on that hand.
The engagement ring. I need that diamond.
Give me the diamond.
Congratulations.
Toby.
[grunting]What are you thinking?
We need to create a signal flare.
And what is the one element
that we have in spades around here?
That would be fire.
Exactly. And thanks to Jimmy,
we have boron.
Now, fires out there are burning upwards
of 4,000 degrees.
Boron melts at 3,700.
You insured that, right?
Boron also has a deoxidizing effect...
...on white gold, all of which
combine to form a green plume of smoke!
[coughing continues]
WALTER: Come on. Come on.
There!
Right there! A signal!
Where? Right there! Green smoke!
They're still alive! Turn it around!
Turn around!
Douse those in water and hold over your faces.
This one's empty.
So is my canteen.Oh, we're losing the signal.
DIEGO: Oh, God, this is it.
[coughing continues]
[people coughing]
Happy, I'm not gonna apologize
for what I did earlier, 'cause I wanted to protect you.
By now, I figured you'd know why,
but in case you don't know, I want my last words
to have some meaning.
So, Happy Quinn, I am in love...
Perfect timing.
Let's go! Let's go!
Got our chopper 20 yards south!
Where's Sylvester?
I thought he was with you.
No, we left him at the crash site.
Crash site got burned over, Walter. Let's go.
Come on. Let's go, son!
We got to evac now!
We have to wait for Sylvester.
Fire's too close.
We got to go!
Not without our man!
WALTER: I know Sylvester.
He thinks like us. He will make it here.
And I'm not gonna leave without him.
COMMANDER: We can look for him when we're back
up top again. We need to go now, sir.
Negative! Not an option!
There! There! There! There!
Walter!
Put him down. Put him down. It's okay, buddy.
Toby, he's lost a lot of blood.
[helicopter whirring]
COMMANDER: All right, let's move out!
[quiet chatter]
Sounds like they're getting a handle on the fire.
Should have it contained by nightfall.
Look, I know we've had some close calls together, but...
today was extra dicey.
Aw.
You were worried about us.
In so many words, yes.
I'm glad you're all okay.
Guys, we're growing on him.
Softy.
SYLVESTER: Hey. Hey.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Please be careful with him.
Sylvester.
You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.
You're one tough son of a bitch.
I'd be proud as hell to call you my kid.
PARAMEDIC: Lift.
[siren wailing]
Uh, it's just costume jewelry, but it should do the job.
♪
[talking quietly]
♪
[both laugh]
Hey.
Got pretty intense out there.
Yeah. Big fire.
I wasn't talking about the fire.
People say stupid things in the heat of battle.
Oh...
No, I meant it.
I chose in the moment to live honestly,
and if you don't feel the same way yet,
I'm okay with it.
You're confident.On this I am.
I'm confident enough to make another wager.
What are the stakes?
If I win, you take me to dinner.
And if I win?
I take you.
♪
What is all that?
WALTER: It's something that Toby's been working on.
I got to give the kid more work
if he's got time to draw cartoons.
[chuckles]
Hell of a day.
Ridiculous if you think about it.
One man's belief in romantic love
destroys a helicopter, 400 acres of forest,
nearly kills a dozen people.
Heart wants what the heart wants.
Heart is a circulatory muscle.
Nothing more.
Spoken like someone who's never been in love.
Hope that changes for you one day, pal.
Take care, Walter.
Ugh, it's cinnamon. It's awful.
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