Scorpion

Previously on Scorpion...

Will you please marry me?

No.

I can't.

I'm married to someone else.

Ralph, I was so worried about you.

I'm so glad you're okay.

I'm glad you're okay, too.

You took my son into the canyons,

near landslides and accidents,

and you brought him home safe.

Meet my new trainee.

Tim Armstrong.

Hello.

So I wanted to ask if you,

uh, would like to go to the

Lake Tahoe Jazz and Heritage Festival.

Oh, I...

Wi-With Tim.

You're a genetic fluke, so freaking what?

It doesn't matter.

What matters in life is love.

You pushed your love out the door

to spend the weekend with another man.

Come on, where are you going?

I'm gonna stop Paige.

I love her.

I'm a moron.

Blackjack 1, am I imagining things, or did you just pull

a quick nose-up with a tight rollback back there?

Roger that, Blackjack 2, and if I were a MIG,

I'd have set up for a high-side gun pass

and lit you up. Negative.

I would have barrel-rolled right out of the situation.

What the hell?

Was that a curse word, Blackjack 1?

I don't think I've ever heard you...

What's wrong?

I'm accelerating,

but not at my command.

Plane is nonresponsive.

Same here.

Gaining altitude.

Stick is dead.

Lost all comms to Ranger. Can you connect with base?

No joy. Okay.

Stand by to eject.

Punch-outs a no-go!

Woodrow, are you trying to lock in on me?

I'm not doing anything.

My bird's gone rogue.

June, get off of my six!

Morales, my slammers have gone hot.

You have to shake me now.

Five miles from destination,

Tahoe Crystal Lake Resort.

Almost there.

What do I say when I see her?

Poetry.

Poetry?

Paige, to Tim, please say Nada,

but say sí to my giant medulla oblongata.

How much tequila have you had?

Enough to write that poem.

Look, Walt.

Just speak from your heart. Can you do that?

No. Then try this.

You can't spell "hypothalamus" without "us."

Huh?

Hello?

Walt?

You go get 'em, tiger.

Okay.

Let's find Happy's hubby.

You know, I can't remember

the last time I had a Nutsy Cluster bar.

I can't remember the last time

I had a date go so sideways.

Oh, come on, it's not your fault.

No, it's just,

this place is famous for its 24-hour dining room,

so I figured we would get a late meal,

sit on the terrace under the moonlight.

Instead it's Nutsy Cluster bars

from the vending machine.

You could not predict that the board of health

would close the place, and, you know,

the reservation mix-up was a fluke.

Let me ask you something. Mm-hmm?

Were you a little bit relieved

that they messed up our adjoining suites?

What?

No. Why would... why would you ask that?

Honestly?

I thought I picked up on a vibe at the garage

that maybe you wanted to stay there.

And... look, I know

this is weird, like, we've only been on a couple of dates,

and then Walter sends us on some romantic weekend getaway.

And, you know, I thought maybe

you would be relieved that the only rooms they had

were single rooms on opposite sides

of the resort.

Look, what I'm trying to say, Paige,

is... I like you... a lot,

and if there's anything

holding you back in L.A., then just let me know.

I'll understand.

No.

There's nothing holding me back.

You sure?

Yes.

Well, that is good news.

And that is Cabe's ring.

And I have to answer Cabe's ring.

I'm so sorry. Duty calls.

Hey, boss man, what's up?

I hate to ruin your weekend,

but I need you back here pronto.

We got a problem.

Cabe, why are you calling so late?

Where the hell are you?

I'm at the garage and the doc said you went out

and I need you back here now.

Uh... might be a while.

What's "a while"?

- Seven hours. - Seven hours?

What the hell are you doing seven hours away from here?

Tahoe.

Oh, boy.

Telling me. Okay.

You can destroy your personal life later.

Right now, I need you to get to Plimpton Airfield.

It's just south of the lake.

I sent a plane to pick up Paige and Tim.

N... I... cannot get on a plane with them.

You can and you will.

I need Team Scorpion and all I've got

is a drunk behaviorist.

Hungover behaviorist.

Happy and Sly are on their way.

I need you to move your ass

because what I'm about to tell you

is gonna make all our other cases look like warm-ups.

Happy's on her way?

Yeah.

And you need a pot of coffee and some mouthwash.

In that order.

Okay, strapped in, ready to go.

Can't. Still waiting on one more.

One more?

Who?

Hello.

Hel-Hello?

What are you doing here?

Well, all our talk about jazz music

made me want to go see the festival, so here I am,

but Cabe called, so no music for me.

All right, wheels up. Time's wasting.

Cabe!

We got here as fast as we could.

You brought the kid?!

He's 11. I'm babysitting.

I can't leave him alone.

You were scared to take the bus at night by yourself.

Shouldn't you be sleeping?

Any developments since you called, Cabe?

No. Admiral Horton Pace

should be here shortly to fill us in more.

What we do know is all signs point

to the F-130s being hacked,

and whoever did it

has had them engaged in a dogfight

for the past hour over the eastern Conejo Valley.

They've worked their way south

to where they're just a few miles from our current location.

Waking up half of Los Angeles in the process.

I bet the press is all over this.

No, we told them that the jets were running combat simulations.

We can't have the world know that we're not in control

of our own warplanes.

All other aircraft

has been grounded and disabled.

You look terrible.

He's right, you look like you're gonna be sick.

Yeah, 'cause I'm looking at you in pajamas.

You know, we rushed over here.

Where's Happy?

She's on her way.

It should be very comfortable.

What about the others?

Paige, Tim, Walter.

They just landed from Tahoe.

They'll be here any minute.

Walter went up to Tahoe?

Oh, boy.

Mom's gonna be confused.

Navy personnel will be here soon.

Grab a coffee, perk up.

It's gonna be a long day.