Scorpion

Previously on Scorpion...

Mark Collins? Are you insane?

He was a member of the team, it didn't work out.

Kicking me off Scorpion-- it was a deep betrayal.

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Well, it's about damn time.

We've waited a long time for this.

Buckle up, nerd.

Walter?

Last night was worth waiting three years for, huh?

How do you feel this morning?

How do I feel?

I feel like...

Good morning, Walter, I brought bagels.

No time for bagels. I'm doing a musical number.

A musical? Fantastico!

Whoa, I can't believe it!

All the way from Portugal,

it's Feliz!

Walter.

Walter.

I asked you

how do you feel this morning?

Sorry.

I feel like...

Sorry.

Hello.

You are receiving a call from

a federal correctional facility.

Please hold for...

Mark Collins.

Man, is it good to be back at the Chest.

Ah.

Pale Hawk.

And who's this?

Um, Sylvester the Conquester,

meet Sir Thomas Foolery.

Your reputation precedes you.

Tommy Fargas?

You're my pharmacist.

And is that my Stone of Valor?

Kinda.

You guys replaced me

and took all my accoutrements?

Uh, everyone thought you were dead.

Look-- we made a shrine.

Oh. Thanks, fellas.

Is that my obituary?

“Sylvester Dudd, 24...”

Dudd. Classic.

Typo. “...died in a plane crash

“this week. An enthusiastic fantasy player,

“skilled mathematician, and more.

He will be missed.”

My life boils down to “enthusiastic” and “skilled”?

“And more.”

Hello, Walter? Yes, I will

drop Ralph off at school and be right there.

What is it? Trouble.

Santa Barbara, here we come. Oh, oh--

is that the bag with the accoutrements?

Oh, you mean weird outfits

to stimulate your pervert mind? Yeah.

All packed. Sweet.

Look, I know it's not the Tahitian honeymoon

that we hoped for, and our credit cards are

gonna be bursting at the seams, but, look, after almost dying

in the South Pacific, small hotel near the beach--

that's good enough for me.

Uh, it's Walter.

Don't get it. It could be work.

That's why I said don't get it.

Hey, what's up?

Are you kidding?

All right, we'll be there soon.

Our honeymoon's a done-e-moon.

Ga-doy. Why do you think I'm removing the accoutrements from the car?

It's worse than missing our trip.

Walt got a call from Collins.

Collins? Why the hell is Collins calling Walter?

He had...

an Archimedes moment. A what?

Archimedes is credited as the first to shout “eureka”

when he discovered a method for determining gold purity,

so when one of us has a breakthrough,

a real paradigm shift, it's an Archimedes moment.

Guy's nuts. I don't care if he

has an Archimedes moment or a Kodak moment.

He would never sully intellectual purity

by declaring a false Archimedes.

So he's been studying climatological reports,

title charts, EPA findings,

seismograph readings,

all from his cell, and he says

he's found something very dangerous.

Walter.

Thank you for getting here so quickly.

There is so much to digest and so little time.

Just so you know-- I have my firearm.

Just in case there's any nonsense.

What kind of nonsense would I possibly try to pull?

The last time that we were together,

you tried to kill Toby.

Oh, yes. That.

That was very uncouth behavior on my part.

But, in fairness,

I've been through extensive therapy here,

and it's done wonders.

Between that...

and my research,

it's really allowed my sanity to flourish.

Speaking of which,

take a look at this.

Crazy-man wallpaper?

Walter, about 20 days ago, there was a small

3.4 earthquake in the Arctic Ocean

right near the Barents Sea.

Now, since then, temperatures have been rising

a tenth of a degree a day above the norm.

I've also seen slightly elevated tides,

slower wind speeds,

and a shift in bird migration patterns.

Mark, over here. This is very bad.

Archimedes, right?

Soon it'll be a quarter of a degree a day.

And then a half a degree... And then,

in a few weeks, crops die off,

species die off, satellites stop working

because of atmospheric interference...

The grid overheats, there's no potable water,

there's widespread wildfires.

I'm taking photos and sending them to the team.

Someone want to fill me in?

It's an extinction event.

Simply put,

the earthquake created

these small fissures in the ice.

Methane that had been trapped

in that very ice for millions of years

has begun to escape into the atmosphere, and...

What is this?

You and the waitress.

I knew that would

come to pass. Get back to your point.

Now, assume you've done the math.

What is the timeline?

Uh, well, in...

...30 days, half of life on Earth is gone.

In 90, all of it.

Except for the insects.

Fellas, this is all hard to swallow.

Are we talking theory or guarantee?

It's a guarantee.

Unless we plug the methane cracks in the next seven days.

What's this “we,” pilgrim?

Scorpion can handle it.

You're a former team member.

Emphasis on “former.”

But Scorpion can't fix what it can't locate.

Now, I've already done the calculations

to take you to the exact spot

in the Arctic that you need to go to.

You could do those calculations yourself,

but, as Walter'll tell you,

that'll take about ten days of intensive algorithms, and...

well, you don't have ten days. Listen close.

You are not leaving this prison.

Cabe.

He's right.

About what's gonna happen and how we need him.

Looks like new Collins is going on a little field trip.

I know it sounds insane,

but you haven't been the Homeland director long enough

to know that insane is what Scorpion does.

That's right.

I haven't been director long enough.

Not long enough to totally unpack.

Not long enough to prove myself.

Certainly not long enough to survive the heat I would get

from letting an attempted murderer out of prison.

Nothing will happen.

I'll ankle Collins to me.

Digital chain gang.

He gets more than 25 feet from my side,

he gets 50,000 volts.

If he's right and we do nothing,

the world ends as we know it.

If Collins plays us,

then a con tricked us to a few days

on the outside. Big deal.

Fine.