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.
♪
Hey. Uh, reservation for two, under Curtis.
Can I get you a drink while you wait for your other party?
Uh, no, thanks. He'll be here any minute.
BASEBALL ANNOUNCER: One and one.
Baker waiting again.
Brock at second, Russell on first.
And the pitch on the way.
♪
One and one.
Another refill?
I'm gonna kill him.
♪ [loud hammering]
Probability theory dictates
that one cannot predict the future
with any absolute certainty.
But this is an exception-- there is zero chance
that she will accept your apology.
I'm not gonna apologize; I'm gonna grovel.
SYLVESTER: Understood, but still there's a high likelihood
that she will throw something at you.Stop talking.
Good luck.
[hammer strikes loudly]
Peace offering.
These chocolates have nuts.
Get it? Nuts?
Is this thing on?
I don't have any feelings,
and even I'm uncomfortable watching this.
John 8:32. "The truth will set you free."
The truth is I'm an idiot.
I was nervous about our date,
so I took an Alprazolam.
Apparently, I should've taken a half.
Because I didn't wake up till 6:00 a.m.
So I'd be so humbled if you'd please
accept these.
I anticipated that.
Frank! You're on!
[Frank clears throat]
[plays note]
♪ To err is human, to forgive divine ♪
♪ Toby'd like to buy ya some cheese and some wine... ♪
TOBY: Frank, get out of here. It's not safe.
♪
[hammer strikes loudly]
[hammer striking in distance]
Well, that didn't go so well, did it?
Wow, that's very astute, 197.
An observation?
You learned a very inexpensive lesson.
Workplace entanglements
are ill-advised, destined to fail,
not to mention disruptive to...
business.
Oh, well, business will have to suffer,
'cause I'm not giving up.
I'm imploring you to let it go.
Romance and work are...
oil and water.
Um, this is...
exhibit A
for Affective Dysregulation,
the inability to regulate feelings.
You couldn't even bring yourself to erase stick figures
of you and Paige holding hands.
I just wiped down the board-- I didn't pay attention
to every last mark.
Even more Affective Dysregulation,
you emotional Dumpster fire.
This clearly
a psychological marker
of your feelings for her, and Drew's coming back soon.
So all I'm saying is, if you sit on the sidelines,
you are going to lose this game.
Oh. Sports.
My favorite.
Yeah.
Maya Hernandez, an accountant
for the violent Nicaraguan criminal organization
known as the DL, was shot at yesterday
while being transferred to court,
barely escaping with her life.
Hey, Happy is smelting titanium over copper,
resulting in an inefficient transfer of electrons.
Should I call the cops?
What?
No. She's...
clearly distracted by her issues with Toby.
Discord is... bad for the team.
You need to make sure that things go back
[ringtone playing]to the way that they were prior to this dating nonsense.
Consider it done.
I have a problem.
Okay.
Hello. Uh, this is the last cup
of the discontinued Boysenberry Blast
that was in the fridge.
The "sell by" date was two days ago.
And?
And do I eat it, risk a raging bacterial infection?
That's what you're worried about?Uh-huh.
That woman there...
is the target of a vicious crime syndicate,
and you're worried about yogurt?
Hernandez, who hasWell...
intimate knowledge of the financial workings
of the deal,
is set to testify against the cartel next week
in Ventura County,
where the venue has been reassigned
after this recent attempt on Ms. Hernandez' life.
The DL is led by Hector Menjivar,
seen here in a 2009 mug shot,
when he was sentenced to three years for aggravated assault.
Poor lady.Yeah.
Imagine having those guys after you.New case.
Oh. Well, what is it?Them.
The DL crept up from Nicaragua in the '80s.
Started out in carting, trucking.
Small-timers who did little more than rigged bids to get jobs.
After a while, they graduated to shipping for hire.
Drugs, guns, bodies, whatever you wanted to move discreetly,
they carried in their trucks for the price.
Their boss, Hector Menjivar.
Government's been trying to nail him forever.
Guy's slippery.And this witness, Maya Hernandez,
she was part of their group?PICKETT: She's a civilian.
A neighborhood girl who took a job as their bookkeeper
when she was 19.
Her husband was a driver. They had no idea
who they were really working for until it was too late.
Did you say her husband wasa driver?
He was killed a few months ago.
Rival runners took him out just north of San Francisco.
Collateral damage in Hector's war to expand his territory.
That's why she wants to help shut down the DL.
People are scared of these guys.
They don't normally testify of their own free will.
But we can't find the books
outlining these guys' activities.
She's the linchpin.
So you trumped up a conspiracy claim,
make it seem like she was part of it,
and then told her you would drop the charges only if she testified.
That's scummy.
We are giving her protection.
She almost got shot to ribbons under your protection.
That's why we'rehere.
To assist the U.S. Marshals in strategizing
a safe means of transport for the witness
from L.A. to Ventura. Sly?
We suggest
losing the standard parallel formation, instead employing
a convoy configuration,
which reduces surface area and vulnerabilities
that were exploited by the DL's last attack.
We put Ms. Hernandez in the fourth SUV,
owing to the rule of threes-- the human brain fatigues
after viewing the third object in a row of pattern,
making the fourth vehicle the safest spot psychologically.
Also, we use
decoy cars, because, well, decoys work.
Lastly, Maya needs to be wearing this.
She's a witness, not a prisoner.
Yeah. There are prisoner transfers at the courthouse every day.
The DL will be looking for someone in civilian clothing.
So the bright orange jumpsuit actually disguises her.
All right. Anything else?
My team will follow the convoy with Cabe,
providing a mobile tech hub.
WALTER: Sylvester will hack the GPS systems to clear traffic.
Happy will handle any mechanical issues; Toby will scan
the route to predict attack patterns.
I will ride with you and Maya
to quarterback and make real-time adjustments.
So, are you capable of keeping up with us?
Well, you know
what they say: good, fast, polite--
pick two.
MAYA: Lady, this jumpsuit is too small for me.
It's a four. You said four.
Oh, I guess prison fashion runs really small.
I can get you another.
Whatever.
I'm sorry about your husband.
We'll protect you.
Protect me? Lady,
Paige.please... Paige...
You guys are just taking me to my funeral.
So what the hell do I care
what I'm wearing, right? I'm just gonna be buried in it.
I'll be with Cabe.
Be careful.
♪
Sylvester, do you have a clear path for us to the freeway?
I'm spoofing fake phones with static GPS
all along our route to simulate gridlock
all the way to the entrance ramp.
It'll be a virtual car-pocalypse.
No one will be on our route. Smooth sailing.
All right, we're passing Grand Avenue.
Straight ahead for another 5.6 miles.
WALTER: Roger that.
Excuse me. Why are we slowing down?School bus ahead.
WALTER: Not a neighborhood you take class trips to.
There are no schools in this area.
I don't see any children
on that bus.
It's an ambush. It's an ambush.
They're cutting us off!
MAYA: Oh, my God, they've got guns!
[automatic gunfire]
All SUV's scatter. Repeat:
scatter!
[gunfire]
[tires squeal]
PAIGE: Walter, you have any eyes on them?
Nothing. Passing 38th and Spring.
Got it. Recalibrating route.
♪
Check this out.Truck at six o'clock.
No front license plate. Coming in fast.
Turn into the alley.
Changing course.
False alarm.
False alarm. We're clear.
Okay, continue north.
There's a highway entrance
half a mile away.
Copy that.
[crashing]MAYA: Oh!
MAYA: It's him.
How'd they know which SUV we were in?
What's going on?
Cabe, it's Hector.
He's on us.
Get us the hell out of here!
Axle must have cracked.
We're not goin' anywhere.
Shoot them!
This entire vehicle's bulletproof.
If we shoot, it'll ricochet
off the glass and kill us.
Get down!
What is he doing?
I want the girl.
I said give me the girl!
We need backup.
Impact destroyed the radio.
Cabe, we need help. We're near 36th and Avalon.
We'll be there in four minutes.
Sending for backup now.
[grunts]
[screams]He knows
he can't break the windows
so he's going for the door locks.
[grunts]
The shotgun.
The shotgun. Give me the shells. Give me the shells. Now.Why do you want...
WALTER: Come on.
Okay, okay.[grunts]
If we can get these shells hot enough, they'll combust.
[grunts]
He's gonna get in!
The gas! Floor it!
[engine revving]
All right, there's a hose in there
that leads to the heater core which is next to the engine.
Keep the pedal down and get the temperature up.
But if this thing blows up,
we're five feet from it.
A bulletproof vehicle with a reinforced cage.
Still, you're up front so you'll take the brunt of the force,
so I suggest you get down now. [grunts]
[grunting]
[groans]
Come on. Let's go.
Come on.
[coughing]
Meet us at end of the 6th Street Bridge!
Comin' up on it now.
[tires screech]
Five blocks from the courthouse and the DL was already on us.
The route was classified.
We maximized security at the weakest points.
We had less than a .1% chance of failure.
It was a mole, someone inside the LAPD or the Marshals.
There's no other explanation.
Those bastards have their finger in every pie you can imagine.
Wouldn't be the first time that law enforcement
took a payout from scumbags.
So now we're on our own. No convoy. No backup.
No chance in hell.
No. No, I said we'd protect Maya,
so we will. We just need to readjust our plan.
We don't know who we can trust.
We're gonna have to get her back ourselves.
Hector will spot this government SUV in a second.
I'm gonna have to get a new vehicle.
There's an Earl's Used Car Lot not far from here.
When I'm done with Earl, he is not gonna know what hit him.
Look,
this is clearly a government vehicle,
not in any of your names.
Hotter than the devil's armpit.
You want to make this swap, you got to throw in some cash.
It needs brakes, brake liners, shocks, new transmission,
and the engine's barely an engine.
Got to buy the last vehicle
they'd ever expect to find us in.
Okay, Earl, let me guess.
You're thrice divorced. Four to six kids.
One bad knee and two blocked arteries.
How do you...It's a gift I have.
You had a woman you cared about once,
hence that 1968-era necklace around your neck--
clearly a gift from her.
But you messed up.
Now you wish you could do things over and take away that hurt
you caused her.
Throw in cash
or no deal.
Earl, you haven't had a full bank account
or a decent BM in years.
You're overplaying your hand
because you think we're desperate,
but the truth is we're just desperate enough to trade
a $40,000 car for a $2,000 piece of crap. You do that,
you can belly up to the bar with a fat wallet
to impress the ladies.
You've been lonely for a while, Earl.
It's about time you feel good about yourself again. Hmm?
♪
CABE: I feel like we should be cranking some Skynyrd
in this thing.
Takes me back.
To what?
The '70s.
I wasn't born yet.
Screw you.
You okay?
I'm on the run with a bunch of geeks in a conversion van
that smells like a dog dipped in soup.
You just seem a little flushed.
Oh, you think we got away?
[scoffs] We didn't. Hector doesn't give up.
And odds are overwhelming that we won't outrun him
in this vehicle.
They have cars from this decade,
not to mention semiautomatic weapons.
I heard over the comms,
they got 44 rounds off in a matter of seconds.
48 rounds. I heard them ricochet off the hood.
Well, uh,
since we have a-a break from action,
Walter wanted me to talk to you.
Nothing to talk about.
The doc is dead to me.I know
bouncing from foster home to foster home,
you probably feel like people let you down your whole life.
But I-I think you should give Toby another chance.
I guarantee that's not what Walter wanted you to say to me.
He wants you to get along, and I think you can.
As more than friends. It's just gonna take time
because you're... both different.
Unique.
Odd. Weird.
I'm dust, aren't I?
Pretty much.
Damn it. We're overheating.
Our man on the inside has Maya on the road
with something called scorpions.
The band?
Nerds.
Whoever they are, we'll find them and smoke them, too.
Maybe sooner than we think.
It's a beaut.
Owned by a family that just puttered around town in it.
We know who owned the car.
Now we need to know which way they went
and what they were driving.
A piece of crap.
Great pick, Doc.
We needed a ride that would keep us under the radar.
We under the radar now?
Out in the open with a smoking van?
They're not looking for a van.
They're looking for an SUV. And you're the mechanic.
You should've figured out this thing was a dud.
Cut it out. Both of you.
I thought you were gonna fix things with them.
It's a work in progress.
Gonna need some coolant and a new radiator hose.
All right, kids. If you need to hit the head,
now's the time because we're not stopping once we hit the road.
You know you're not our dad, right?
Stop acting like kids, I'll stop acting like your dad.
♪ [bell dinging]
Bathroom?
MAN: Through the back.
Excuse me. Do you carry the yogurt Boysenberry Blast
but fresh?
So you like salty sweet.
I liked that, too, when I was pregnant.
The cravings, plus your clothes not fitting.
Let me guess, end of first trimester?
11 weeks.
It's great. My child gets to be born
with a target on his back.
You really don't think
the government can protect you from Hector after you testify?
I don't think you guys can even protect me
the rest of the way to Ventura.
♪
[dinging]
Cabe!
[gunshots]
Oh!
[grunting]
HECTOR: Get the girl!
[gunshots continue]Over here, over here.
Ladies.
I only want one of you.
But I'll kill all three of you.
We need to get this van running.
The hoses and the coolant are inside.
That's not really an option right now.
I'll take care of the hose.
You find a temporary coolant, okay?
[grunts]
[gunshots]
Okay. I have an idea.
I need this, uh, CO2 canister, but I also need
a-a PVC pipe and some kind of small, hard object.
Top of the aisle. Paper towels are on the second shelf,
six and a half feet away from the cookie rack. Urinal cakes
are on the third shelf just below the arthritis cream.
Maya, I'll go. Happy, work on the canister.
[gunshots continue]
You don't cross the DL.
[grunts]
[gunshots continue]
Aha!
Huh?
Beer, Toby?
It's malt liquor.
All right. That's good.
[gunshots]
[clicking]
I know what that sound is.
You're as good as dead.
Ladies, get in the van!
Actually, not the first time I've said that.
Come on! Let's go!
All right, hold on, guys.
[backfiring]
SYLVESTER: We got to hurry, that was close.
Um... what's that new smell
coming from the vent?
40 ounces of smooth, satisfying flavor.
And they're going to be back in a few seconds with more guys
and we're dead.
I know a way out of this-- you can just let me go.
I'll just disappear.
You'll have no protection.
Oh, as opposed to now?
Going 85 on a front left and back right tire
that are both a 16th inch from being totally bald?
Okay, that's it, you are not normal.
Who besides these guys computes tire tread on wheels
they've seen a split second?
And you knew to the inch where the supplies would be
for my urinal cake cannon?
Your what now?
You corrected me on the amount of the bullets fired
by Hector and Jorge, and no one corrects me
when it comes to math, but you were right.
I'm good with numbers.
When you watch a pinwheel, can you replay it in your mind
in slow motion to count the revolutions?
Only when I'm bored.
Yeah, you're a genius.
I'm guessing 164,
with a specialty in visual inferential mathematics.
You can record and compute what you see.
Now that explains the low EQ.
What the hell is a low EQ?
That.
Okay, well, I can take care of myself.
It's not just about you anymore.
You think being on the run will be good for your pregnancy?
CABE: You're pregnant?
Oh, boy.
We are averaging 70 miles per hour
and the goons are gaining on us at at least a hundred.
We'd need a racecar.
Actually, I-I know a place near here where we could get one.
PAIGE: Who owns this place?
Guy named Ricky Lambert.
He's a hacker who does contract work for the DL.
He hacks into government databases
and then he makes fake IDs and passports
so they can smuggle contraband overseas.
Pays better than what we're doing.
Actually, he's broke.
He had to take a loan out from the DL.
Dude likes to blow his money on bad habits.
I wouldn't know anything about that.
WALTER: Lamborghini Aventador LP 700?
It's great. We'd only need four of them.
What about that?
That's a top-of-the-line, 655-horsepower, diesel RV.
With the latest in smart car tech,
including digital load balancing, four-wheel braking.
We could modify the onboard computer to maximize speed.
With that, we could outrun the DL and get Maya to safety.
Again, being forced to testify against the DL
is not returning me to safety.
For now, we just gotta make sure the DL doesn't catch up to us.
Security's tight.
It'd be tough to sneak through.
Don't even try.
Lambert likes to use his muscle.
He likes to pretend he's Hector.
Problem is, we don't have any muscle of our own.
Yeah, but Lambert doesn't know that.
MAN: Mr. Lambert.
These men claim to have business with you.
Who the hell are you?
Well, the organizations who hire me call me Mr. Green.
This is my associate.
Afternoon.
I've come on behalf of Hector Menjivar.
I believe you know him.
He's someone you owe in a substantial way.
I suggest you invite us in.
Yeah, sure thing.
Yeah, I don't want any trouble.
Thank you.
According to our information, Mr. Lambert,
you owe Hector a quarter million dollars
and he doesn't believe...What? No.
No. I don't owe him anywhere near that.
Allow me to refresh your memory.
MAYA: You borrowed $170,000
at 19 points, which bumped up to 20 points after six months.
After compounding interest, you owe $252,187.63.
Sly, I think you've met your match.
WALTER [over comm]: After compounding interest,
you owe $252,187.63.
So, did I...
did I miss anything?
No.
TOBY: Ooh, the timbre in his voice
means you were right. Seal the deal; intimidate him.
Tell him you want the money now.I want the money now.
What?
Tell him he wouldn't want to make you angry.
You wouldn't want me to get angry.
Tell him he wouldn't like you when your angry.
Okay, what is he, the Hulk?
You wouldn't like me when I'm angry,
because my adrenal cortex releases stress hormones,
I become irritable
and I might possibly even
raise my voice.
Nevermind, just slam the table.
[slams table]
Come on, Walt, harder!
[grunts]
Is this guy crazy?
You have no idea.
Now, Hector told me to leave here
with either collateral, or your left hand,
so which one is going to be?
Close the door.
We got to get out of here before he catches on.
All right, done. Let's go.
Hector, it's Lambert.
Look, I want you to know I wasn't...
I wasn't trying to dodge my debt. Okay?
Your guys are on their way with my RV now.
I'll get you the rest in a week.
The hell are you talking about?
Hurry up.It's hard to see behind you in this thing.
I think I hit one of the rocks.
All right, floor it.
[tires squealing]
Come on. Come on!
[grunts][tires squealing]
What is that noise?
We gotta move, Cabe. Come on.
I can't! We're stuck!
[tires squealing]Come on.
Open the gates.
All right, okay, okay.
[gunshots]
Okay, close the gates.
Mm, got it.
Happy, where are you?
[tires squealing]
Come on, come on, let's go.
Oh, oh, no.
Come on, come on, come on.
What are you doing?
I'm making it so they can't follow us!
[gunfire]Open the gate now!
Everybody okay?
TOBY: Still here.
I dropped my yogurt when we were running, so no.
This guy has a lot of toys.
What about you, Maya?
You all right?
No.
This is never going to end.
I know that Agent Gallo thinks
that the government can keep me hidden,
but you see now the fear that Hector strikes into people.
Just the idea that he was angry
got Lambert to hand over a luxury RV.
He has people who don't even work for him, shooting at us.
I mean, people kill for him.
And after I testify, he will kill me.
And my child.
I get it, but what are we going to do?
The Feds want her to testify or do time for refusing.
They need her.
There's nothing we can do about it.
I don't like it any more than you guys.
What if they didn't need her?
They're building a case, Walter.
She's their evidence.
She knows their books, their operation.
She was their bookkeeper for years.
What if we can create the books.
Books that Maya has the information for.
TOBY: We all heard her back there.
She knows every detail of their operation
down to the last penny.
We create a computerized diary of all the DL's dealings.
We just need to make it look
like it was created a couple years ago
with digital imprints that even the best forensics
won't be able to tell are fake.
If it contains everything in Maya's head,
then the Feds don't need Maya
and Hector and his pals still go up the river.
Can you guys really do that?
Yes. No.
That's fabricating evidence.
The Feds want her on the stand, under oath.
Um, Maya.
Do you swear everything you're going to tell us
will be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?
I do. That works for me.
That's a dirty magazine.
Yes, it is.
It's revolting.
Cabe, we need a solution,
so if you're just going to shoot this down,
then I hope you have another plan to save Maya.
[sighs]
Happy, take the wheel.
I need to make this as legal as possible.
LAMBERT: Hector. Look, Hector, if I knew who they were,
I would've killed them on site.
Okay, please.
I thought they were with you.
And I thought you were someone who was smart.
You take your time paying me back,
now you let a bunch of computer nerds
slip right through your fingers.
Computers.
That's it.
We got 'em.
And the phony alcohol stamp business netted 128?
$128,040.12 in September of 2008.
SYLVESTER: In one month? All right.
What's the next entry?
Hey. Hey.
Can I tell you a story?
I'm driving a 30,000 pound vehicle.
I am focused on the road.
I'll be quick.
When your mom is bipolar
and your dad is so passive that he sometimes doesn't talk
to his son for weeks on end, not because he's mad at you
but because he forgets you're there,
you grow up with nothing good,
and you begin to think you deserve nothing good.
So when something good is right in front of you,
or next to you, you self-sabotage
because you wouldn't know what to do
with something good if you had it.
I'm truly sorry, Happy.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
I have worn perfume once in my life.
Last night.
And I won't do it again.
Look, last night saved us
a year of nonsense that would've resulted
in us not being friends.
It's better this way. Going back to normal.
I think it can still work.
We have problems.
Yeah, we all have problems, Happy.No, we have serious problems.
Who doesn't have serious problems, you know?
That's what makes us human.
No, idiot. I'm not in control of the RV.
Someone's hacked into the onboard
computer and taken control of this rig.
I have complete autonomy over the vehicle.
There's nothing they can do.
Oh, man, we're still accelerating.
Pull the emergency brake.
Uh, nothing. They cut the power steering.
Okay, I've basically got no control of a 15-ton vehicle.
We're screwed.Hector must have Lambert doing this.
I'm buckling up.
HAPPY: I can barely keep this thing on the road.
LAMBERT: I'm burying the needle on these guys.
Someone grab the wheel.I've got it.
According to the navigation system,
we're coming to a three and a half-mile
straightaway, ending in a sharp turn and a
steep drop off. At this speed we won't make that turn.
SYLVESTER: That gives us
two minutes and 38 seconds until we drive off
of the cliff.Yeah, not if we regain control of the onboard computer.
Ah, he cut off the wireless. I can't hack in.
We have to manually access it. Happy,
can you get it through the dash?
Not in two minutes. But there's another way to it.
And we are gonna need this stuff.
No more than six feet of rope.
I got it. Be careful.
[grunts]
If you're off by more than 2 .9 inches,
she'll get sucked under the wheel.
Appreciate the info.
We got less than two miles, then we're going over the cliff.
Give me some slack.
♪
When we regain control, Paige, you steer us to
the side of the road.
Be right back. Or not.
A minute, 32 until impact.
[grunts]
What took you so long?
Oh!Uh, please tell me you did not
just drop the screwdriver.
Okay, I won't.
Try and think of something.
I got it, I got it.
Got it. Think I can reach
the hard drive from there.
Time to make a little room for me.
I'll see you up top. Or not.
30 seconds.
All right.
Hi.
15 seconds.
Eight seconds!
Oh, he shut down the computer!
Cut the wheel.
Oh.
Walter.
Oh, God, no,
no.What is it?
That's the worst roadkill I've ever seen.
[grunts][coughs]
Okay, we can celebrate our near-death experience later.
'Cause Hector... [coughs] ...is still on our tail and
it won't be much longer until he catches up with us again.
[coughs] We kind of stand out
in the middle of nowhere farming country.
That might not such a bad thing.
What the hell does that mean?I got an idea.
This is federal agent Cabe Gallo, badge number 2835.
Get me the local sheriff's office.
Vamano, Jorge, vamano, vamano. Come on,
come on, faster, we got to catch 'em!
There they are.
Gun it.
Come on, around the side, let's go, let's go, let's go!
Get around 'em!
I can't get past 'em. I can't see ahead of 'em.
Hit the brakes!
Hands up. Don't move.
You pull that trigger
and it'll be the last thing you ever do.
[grunts]
Hey. Thanks for hacking the RV.
Gave us the idea to operate it remotely ourselves.
Except it worked out for us. Enjoy prison.
Prosecutors are gonna be pissed.
Well, they won't be too happy with me.
But at the end of day, with the data you gave us,
they'll be able to make a RICO case and put Hector and his boys
away for life. That's all they care about,
so they'll let it go.
Well,
guess this is good-bye.
Before you go, let me hear it one more time,
for my own piece of mind.
After Sheriff Barnes takes me to the bus station,
I buy a ticket to Vancouver. Once I get there
I go straight to the U.S. consulate,
request a package from Cabe Gallo,
and they'll hand it over to me, no questions asked.
That's right. Inside you'll find 20 grand
and a brand-new Canadian identity for you.
Best of luck, kid.
Why are you all doing this for me?
We promised to protect you.
And you're one of us.
[engine starts]
A new country, fake I.D.s...
Not without its risks.
She's going to have a child.
When it comes to someone you love, you have to take risks.
Do you hear that, pal?
You got to take risks when you love someone.
GARCIA: Authorities have finally brought down
the notorious leader of the DL, Hector Menjivar.
The break in the case was the stunning discovery
of the DL's electronic
financial ledger, recovered from Menjivar's laptop.
Members of his crew are already cutting deals
implicating not only Menjivar
but a member of the LAPD who was allegedly
acting as a mole for the criminal organization.
You were right about the mole, Toby.
Good night, guys.
That was distant.
That's 'cause she cares.
If she didn't care, she wouldn't be upset.
What are you doing?
Me? Nothing. I'm not doing anything.
Okay. So, I found another
Boysenberry Blast in the back of the fridge
and it is past due as well.
Are you kidding me?
You need to take a risk, son.
You see what I did with Happy? I opened up.
I wore my heart on my sleeve.
Toby. You were severely burned.
Yes, but I'm living. And I'm gonna get her back.
Give me this.Toby.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, oh, my God.
Oh, mmm. Delicioso.
Mmm. It's fine, you big baby.
And because you didn't take a risk,
someone else got your yogurt.
[chuckles]
If you don't take a risk, my man, Drew's gonna take Paige.
Paige isn't yogurt.
No, she's a risk. One you need to take. So you need
to get in your car, drive to her house, knock on her door
and tell her how you feel.
Thank you!
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