Scorpion

Previously on Scorpion...

Every time you think I should give you a pat on the back,

just hit that button

and know that even though I don't say it enough,

I really mean it.

Attaboy.

I'll submit to the board after school.

Speaking of which, I've never had a tardy before,

and I'm not starting now. And you're not starting now.

- Hey, Patty. - Yup.

Really don't like this development.

This is Ian Gleason, British Intelligence.

Since when do we work for MI6?

Agent Gallo, you're under arrest for instigating an escape.

I want a lawyer.

I want to be your attorney.

You want to what?

I care about Cabe,

and I will scour every law book

and memorize every archaic regulation to protect him.

I can do this.

I'm just gonna listen about you and...

your mindset, the upcoming trial, how you feel.

Whatever you want to say.

Well, I guess if I had to reduce it to simplest forms, I'm...

I'm concerned.

I'm concerned about going to prison.

Okay, but the, um...

last few times we've spoken, you've told me you were, uh...

“worried,” uh,

“apprehensive,” and “uneasy”,

And now you've added a fourth synonym to the mix,

so, you're doing great if this were an SAT prep class.

You don't give yourself enough credit, Doc.

Listen to what you just told me.

I said it four different ways.

I'm nervous about going to the Big House.

Nervous.

Now you've said it five ways.

The point is,

I've had the opportunity to bring up anything else

that's bothering me-- anything else--

and I keep coming back to the same thing.

That's because you're deflecting, Cabe.

When someone refuses

to even consider anything other than the most superficial,

that means there's many deeper layers to the onion.

You ever think that I'm a one-layer onion?

I'm tellin' you, this is a breakthrough.

Saying that you don't have any issues is not a breakthrough.

I didn't say I didn't have any issues.

I said I had one issue--

an issue that anyone who's facing lock-up would have.

I'm anxious about goin' to the joint.

It's completely normal. I'm cured!

You did a great job, Doc.

Anxious.

Six synonyms.

How was therapy, old man?

I'm cured.

Good to hear.

It wasn't as bad as you think.

The mayor was aggressive.

You were rambling.

It was just a shush.

It was shushy and pushy, and I don't appreciate it.

How's our favorite alderman?

Ineffective.

He explains his ideas in agonizing detail

until everyone's eyes glaze over.

It was an 8:00 a.m. meeting.

Maybe they were still groggy. Some advice?

“Keep It Simple, Sylvester.”

Speak to those guys in a way

they can understand, like a human.

Not like a lecturer.

Speaking of lectures, I got to get to school.

'Cause you've never had a tardy

and you're not gonna start now.

Damn right.

You can come out now, Romeo.

Pretty weak, Ralphie-boy.

You're one to talk.

You're scared of her, too.

Scared of who? Donuts.

Patty, Ralph's girlfriend.

I wish.

Can't even get her to notice me.

Try not hiding next time.

I can help you with this one.

Not good.

Ignore her.

Now, Ralph, what a woman wants,

really wants, is for you to listen,

truly hear what is troubling her.

Not half-bad advice. And then you can quickly

solve that problem for her,

and move on to something more interesting.

Back to normal.

Walter! What did you do?

Sounds like you have the opportunity

to put that theory into practice.

What is this?

Well, my sweet, I, uh...

I noticed a plethora of your beauty aids collecting

and multiplying in my bathroom--

not that you need beauty aids... Get to it.

So, I threw all that nonsense away,

and I solved your problem

by creating an organic nutrient-rich slurry

that fulfills all your needs.

Uh, it moisturizes, removes makeup,

conditions you hair. You can even use it

to Spackle the epidural rhytides on the sides of your mouth.

What the hell's a rhytide?

- It is the medical term for wrinkles. - Excuse me?!

I'm out of here.

I have one, maybe two, very minor laugh lines

that only appear in the brightest of sunlight,

and, for your information, that is a sign of a joy-filled life.

So, I want my stuff back.

Did you see how he solved that problem, Ralph?

It stinks.

I know. Mom's a handful.

No, I mean it stinks in here.

He's right. Is Ray back?

Hey, who cut the Monterey Jack?

Hey, guys, there's something's coming out of this vent.

It smells like rotten egg.

What the hell is that?

Hey, who are you?

My name is Florence Tipton.

I'm your new neighbor.

I just set up my lab in the adjoining warehouse.

Ooh, a lab. Computer?

Robotics? The nature

of my work is immaterial, but if you must know, I'm a chemist.

And I cannot function with all this distraction.

Oh, you got hit with the egg smell, too?

No, you misunderstand.

I intentionally directed a sulfur-based mist

through our shared ventilation system, because

I was trying to work, and you were being too loud.

Happy was banging out a dent.

Did you think about asking us

to keep the noise down before resorting to a stink-bomb?

I banged on the wall, repeatedly,

but you didn't respond,

most likely because you couldn't hear over the cacophony,

so, I didn't have another option.

Surely there was some other option.

Well, now that I have your attention, I'd just...

I'd really appreciate it if you could keep it down.

Have a pleasant day.

Oh.

The mist that I discharged-- that was a two.

Don't make me send in a ten.

Well, I don't like her.

Hello?

Yeah, this is he.

I don't like her, either.

Yeah. Comes in here and tells us what to do.

Who needs her?

If I want to get bossed around, I got Happy.

Exactly. Plus, I don't stop wrenching for anyone.

She thinks that was loud, just wait

until she hears me working on my bikes.

Can we stop

piling on for a minute, look at her point of view?

She's new, she just set up her lab.

Clearly it's important to her, and then she finds out her neighbors are...

- Charming? - Brilliant?

Sexy?

Different.

And sometimes not as considerate as they could be.

I think we should make an effort to be nice to her.

You know what they say: you can catch more flies with honey.

You catch the most flies with Ethyl Hexanediol.

Or a Tetrofluro-4 compound.

Or a rolled up newspaper.

I give up.

Oh. Ralph, carpool. Just in time.

These guys are a bad influence.

Team, I just got a call from Gleason.

MI6 Agent Gleason?

“Cut his finger off to help us

beat a dictator at the UN” Gleason?

I love that guy.

Easy on the love, darlin'.

We'll be getting a video call

from his fellow agent, Gemma Franklin, in a few minutes.

His exact words-- “Scorpion is critical to survival.”

For Britain?

No. For the world.

Agent Gleason sends his best.

This is an extremely urgent matter.

Yesterday afternoon, the U.K. lost control

of our 19-K Satellite armed with military grade lasers.

Military grade?

That violates a host of international agreements.