Scorpion

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.

Looks like we're about 15 miles

outside of Pendleton. Not a moment too soon.

I got to waz again.

Hey, what's this guy doing?

Whoa, whoa. Whoa! What the hell?!

Out of the truck now!

Get out!

Please, don't shoot! Please!

Take the rockets.

Leave the bodies.

Got it.

Well, this is highly illegal.

I'm simply expediting things

through technological intervention.

You're hacking into a site that charges for reservations

to save the 20 bucks. Nope.

They were fully booked.

Dinner for two at Escala?

One of the ten hottest spots in town.

Yes, Walter, I would be happy to dine with you.

Oh, nice try.

It's a business dinner.

Need to go over some office data entry protocol with Paige.

You are taking Paige to a top L.A. eatery

on Valentine's Day?

Just one week after Drew signed a month-long contract

to pitch in Portland.

How convenient.

Is Valentine's this weekend?

I had no idea. Should I get the extinguisher?

'Cause your pants are on fire, liar, liar.

You don't think Paige notices the timing?

It is a business meeting.

Valentine's is a scam created by the greeting card industry.

The only reason why I picked that place is

because Paige mentioned it.

The cherry on top of the denial sundae.

You're being attentive to her wants.

Good morning, guys.

Paige. Ms. Dineen.

I brought donuts.

Oh, thank you.

It's a date! Grow up.

For dessert, you should order Phoenix dactylifera.

Why? Because that's the botanical name for dates?

Yup.

This conversation's over.

What you got there, pal?

Nada.

Hope you're caffeinated!

'Cause it's time to punch the clock.

Last night a weapons manufacturer was ambushed.

A shipment of high-tech,

lightweight, shoulder-launch rockets were stolen.

Oh, God!

Homeland has received Intel

that an arms dealer, who we only know as Christoph,

is behind it.

He's never been photographed or I.D.'d.

But he's known to sell across the globe to Rwanda and Somalia

Any weapon to suit your genocide needs, huh?

This is a bad, bad man.

Yes, and he's stolen a very bad piece

of experimental hardware.

These rockets have a range nine times

the standard with laser guidance

technology that makes them impossible

to shake once they lock on target.

All in the size of a Louisville Slugger.

So, if the rockets were stolen last night,

they're already on the move.

Correct, but we've traced them to the Port

of Long Beach through satellite footage.

So, you want us to identify the shipping container?

There is no shipping container.

Apparently Christoph is using

a luxury cruise line as transport.

He's one of 100 passengers.

The one percent of the one percent.

Ride in style, avoid airport security.

I want to be rich just once.

Stop gambling. Stop judging.

So, if you think you know

the boat he's using, go take him down.

We're looking for a bigger fish. Not that simple.

Homeland wants us to hack into

the guidance system of each munition,

and plant GPS tracking software so that we can find out

who Christoph sells them to.

So, there's no time to waste.

Now...

who's up for a little James Bond action?

Sweet.

Cool.

Not me.

Let's do it.

Now, I just have to save it

with the virus I embedded and...

done! How long?

14 minutes and 32 seconds.

I just downloaded the blueprints.

I'd say he'd put them near the engine room or cargo hold.

It's secluded.

You got 20 rockets to disarm in 14 minutes a pop.

We're never gonna get five hours alone.

We won't need it. These rockets are

interfaced like a laptop, phone and tablet.

I program one, they all link up disabled and trackable.

How do we get aboard?

We go as passengers.

It's fully booked.

But we can create a vacancy.

Just got to find the right guy.

Haven't rich people ever heard

of Legionnaire's disease?

Ahoy, mateys!

It's Chaz Bonesteel.

It must be a family name?

From what I see here, it's the only name that matters.

At 21, he invested his life savings

in land thought to be valueless.

At now at 25,

he's worth nine figures

and at the epicenter of the oil shale boom.

He's considered an investment guru.

Oh, and intense about his privacy.

Known for not having a single photo online.

No one's even sure what he looks like.

Okay, so what does that have do with us?

Well, he booked the Excelsior Suite

for himself, his wife, Alissa,

their personal valet and trainer.

- That's four people. - Okay.

Cabe, Sylvester, Paige, myself.

We'll pose as them to get access to the boat.

Okay, uh, here's a shocker.

I don't like boats.

Primarily because they're on the water.

And I don't like water.

We'll need three minutes to get up the plank,

five to get to the bowels,

approximately five minutes

to locate the weapons and 14 minutes

and 32 seconds to disarm and reprogram them.

That's 27 minutes and 32 seconds.

So, we'll be off the boat

by the time it departs.

Besides you're the only one of us

that can pass for a 25-year-old.

Guess I'll be the trainer.

Right.

Oh, you're serious.

Okay.

You'll be the trainer. I will be the valet.

Sylvester, you'll be Chaz.

And, Paige, you'll be Alissa.

And the real Alissa and Chaz?

Uh, aren't they boarding in a few hours?

I'll make a call. They'll have a little

trouble at customs when they get in from Canada.

Walter, gear up.

Happy, counterfeit some I.D.'s

and tickets. Toby, put together a file

of everything you can find

on the Bonesteels.

And, Sly?

The shirt's not gonna cut it.

In 2013,

the Triumph Carnival fire left 4,000 passengers

floating in the Gulf of Mexico.

2012-- the Costa Concordia tragedy.

Not to mention a little film starring Leonardo DiCaprio

and a giant boat? Okay.

We'll be in and out in 20 minutes.

Hello! Hi! Welcome to Pacific

West Cruises.

There are four of us.

Mr. And Mrs. Bonesteel!

Mm-hmm.

We are thrilled to welcome you aboard.

Thrilled to be here.

The VIP cocktail reception

is on the Lido deck.

Wonderful, we'll be in our room, so...