Scorpion

Here it is.

Here it is, Ralph.

Super Fun Guy vs. Dr. Power Pants:

When Khakis Attacki.

It's a little bit beat up,

but it's perfect for your time capsule.

Thanks, Sylvester.

Don't thank him.

Everyone in 2065 will think we're dorks.

Here we go!

Stick this in your memory box, buddy.

What's that? It's me, graduation day.

Wow, elementary school?

High school, valedictorian.

This photo represents excellence in the field of superiority.

Suck on that, future people!

You were cute. What happened?

Okay, put this in.

Nuts have held the world together

since the Industrial Revolution.

And in 100 years, it will be the only thing

left inside this box that is worth anything.

Morning, guys.

What do we have... here?

Time capsule project for school.

It's due Friday.

Want to contribute?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Should be called waste-of-time capsule.

That's clever.

Oh, Mrs. Goldberg.

Give me a kiss. Mwah.

Okay, have a great day.

He has to do all his assignments, you know.

Not just math and science.

They are teaching children that there is value

to revisiting the past when it is the future that is important.

You don't think there's value in looking back once in a while?

Do you know why sharks are the most efficient ocean predator?

Because they always move forward.

Happy, it's perfect.

Titanium steel, unbreakable glass.

Take it for a spin.

Amazing work... I love the hearts.

Only thing I hate more than hearts

is anything frilly or pink.

But for Megan, I made an exception.

How you holding up, Sly?

I miss her every day.

But it's been six weeks, so I'm pushing forward.

Hey, hey, Walter?

You know, I have a lovely picture

of you and Megan for you.

No, thanks. I know what we both look like.

My pal in evidence says you're lucky

the city doesn't clean out their storage.

Oh, perfect!

What the hell is that?

It's liquid glycerin.

Once it hardens, any air leakage

from the tank would create a bubble pattern,

showing Ray's partner's tank was defective

and his death was not Ray's fault.

But forensics already tested that tank, Walt.

Twice.

Testing's progressed a great deal in the last ten years.

Plus I'm smarter than they were.

Is it now when the psychiatrist says

it's not a good idea to dig into someone else's tragedy?

Ray blames himself for his partner's death,

and it's affected his life negatively.

It's inefficient to live in the past

and compromise present productivity.

Is that why, in a month and a half,

you've barely mentioned Megan?

Barely had any reaction at all?

I'm out of here.

I need a coffee.

I was, uh, very put-off

by my sister's passing.

You're put-off by a parking ticket.

You grieve when your sister dies.

This has nothing to do with me.

This is about Ray.

He has barely left the camper lately.

And I think it's because the anniversary

of his partner's death is coming up soon.

I can help him.

And I'm thrilled that you're noticing

other people's feelings.

I... I just worry

that you're focusing on someone else's pain

to avoid your own.

Well, I can't avoid what isn't there.

Walt, Cooper's here!

She's got a hot one.

Let's go.

Last week, the Department of the Interior

was infiltrated by sophisticated ransomware,

which resulted in a complete system shutdown

we could not undo until we met

the demands of the unknown hacker.

Why didn't you call us?

Demand was only 20 grand. Deadline was tight.

Possibility of PR fallout. We paid it.

Morons. That's unfair.

Yeah, to morons.

They demanded a small amount 'cause it was a test run.

Would the ransomware work?

Yep, would you fold like a lawn chair?

Yep. So there's another ransom?

As of yesterday, except now they're threatening

to shut down the Federal Reserve

if they don't receive a quarter billion dollars in bitcoin

within the next 72 hours.

They even sent their own countdown.

Not good. Whoever did this doesn't grasp

the implications of a Federal Reserve shutdown.

If they did, they'd know they'd be as screwed as the rest of us.

What exactly are the implications?

The Fed is where the banks

keep their reserves.

A shutdown would set off a toxic chain reaction.

Every bank, from conglomerates

to small S and L's would need to shut down, too.

Then foreign economies lose confidence

and refuse to lend to us.

That means a huge devaluation of the dollar.

Driving investors to other currencies.

U.S. would have no more credit

and be unable to afford imports.

Which leaves us with a high demand for and a low supply

of goods like food and gas

and other necessities.

Global panic sets in within days.

Our economy reverts to one

where food growers barter for services.

I hate computers.

That's why I need you to get into the Fed's server

and kill this ransomware.

I'm already in and it's-it's not happening.

Every time I try and break the code, it changes.

It's as if it's adapting.

Walter can't get in.

Can I start hoarding cans of food now, please?

You don't have any other leads?

The NSA picked up

some suspicious encrypted e-mails,

which they ran through linguistics software.

There was one match to the blog posts of Terence Cooley,

an Oceanside University computer science professor.

Agents discovered him shot dead

in his apartment three hours ago.

Tech ran his laptop.

Nothing related to the ransomware.

But what we do have is a starting point... the campus.

And if you look carefully enough... bingo!

I found a ghosted entry path to the Fed's server

uploaded from a computer

at the school student activity center.

How does that help?

The dead prof could've done the upload.

Checking that possibility now,

and at the time of the upload,

Professor Cooley was teaching a class.

There is a video online of the lecture.

So someone who was at the activities center at the time

uploaded the ransomware to the Federal Reserve.

According to the center's register,

the space was reserved that day

by a psych department meeting,

a drama club gathering,

the wrestling team's luncheon

and an assembly of the Sisters of Pi Upsilon.

Oh, I was in Pi Up.

What? I-I was.

Campus security's offices are also in the basement,

which means anyone from any one of those groups

could've uploaded the ransomware.

I bet Walt and I could design a DFS

that could sniff out the device used to send it.

It's a digital fingerprint scanner.

Each brand of electronics emits

its own unique electromagnetic field.

I can tell from the upload pattern

that a Toshoki-brand device was used.

Okay, so we build the DFSes.

You give them to Homeland agents,

who go undercover on campus.

And they will get a ping

when they get close to someone with a Toshoki product.

And then we detain just that person

and then confiscate that device.

And if it's the device we're looking for,

it'll have the original ransomware code on it.

Walter will reverse-engineer it and shut it down.

Solid plan, except agents won't know

how to handle technical snafus.

Oh, no!

I am not going back to college!