Scorpion

Previously on Scorpion...

We need to bail ourselves out of a half million-dollar debt.

You put Scorpion up as collateral?

The garage? Everything?

It was either that or leave you in prison.

I know you-- you're the...

reporter from the West Altadenia Shopper.

Patty Logan-- here to get your autograph

on this internship release form.

Hey, Patty.

Yep.

Really don't like this development.

I want to be your attorney.

You want to what? I care about Cabe,

and I will scour every lawbook

and memorize every archaic regulation to protect him.

I can do this.

I'm nervous to be alone with you.

What could you possibly be nervous about?

My biggest fear is

being in a restaurant droning on about genius things

and then looking up at your face and then seeing boredom.

Isn't her voice beautiful?

It's lovely, right?

Hey. What...?

You're listening to a lecture

while my friend is playing?

I think anything but “yes” would be indefensible.

You can't just drop the science for an hour

and enjoy the music?

We're going to see Dr. Smirl speak next week.

I just, I want to be prepared.

Thank you.

That was my latest.

It's called “Sound in Space.”

You were amazing. You sounded beautiful.

I love the new music.

And I love you for coming.

An interesting point of fact

about your last song.

Space is a vacuum,

so there's no sound

in space.

Yes, I did know that.

Oh. And you still chose that title?

Why don't you go get the car?

Okay.

Oh. Pleasure meeting you, Amy.

So, he's... different.

Little bit.

Ol' Frankie, break him down.

Only child, terrified of fire, socially inept.

I'd say he'd make a poor juror for Cabe's trial.

By those criteria, so would you.

I need concrete basis for dismissal.

Authorities did chase him with pitchforks,

so he wouldn't like law enforcement.

Uh, not a fan of Cabe.

Juror dismissed.

You know, this song is weird.

Why does the monster in love

ask Mr. Wolfmen to tell Frankenstein that she likes him?

Why not just tell him herself?

It's not Mr. Wolfmen.

He's a wolfman, you idiot.

It's a Halloween song.

Pretty sure it's Wolfmen.

Yes, that's right. It's Chuck Wolfmen.

He has a small insurance office in town

and him and his wife are on the school board.

He's a wolfman, putz.

Okay, children, I am going to restart the song

and I'll settle this.

Oh, wow. I think she said “Wolfmen.”

Ha.

What does she know? Let's get back to jury selection.

You guys prepping already for jury selection?

Long way to go before the jury is empaneled.

Pretrial discovery, potential plea negotiations...

And selection is the one place I can help Sly hone his skills.

Since it's Halloween, we figured we'd start with some

familiar faces.

Like this handsome bloodsucker.

What the Hades?!

Ralph, no one wants to die by pumpkin.

I'm sorry. Accidental launch.

It's for my science club's party pumpkin chucking contest.

You know what,

time to take off the training wheels.

Let's practice with some actual humans.

Turning the critter into a cyborg?

It's wearable tech.

Transforms kinetic energy

from body movement into electrical energy.

Hoping to scale it down to weave into clothing.

Could generate millions of kilowatt-hours,

potentially 25% of the energy people use all year.

You could save the planet.

And be lucrative. Dig Scorpion out of its financial hole.

Well, is there anything I can do to help

since I'm the one that dug the hole?

You're gonna beat this rap, Cabe,

and then we'll get our bail money back.

Until then, the only help I need

is from my man, Ferret B.

It's a little cramped in there.

I'm gonna see if I can get him a roomier habitat

so the little fella can stretch his legs.

He's got pretty short legs.

Happy, do you mind if I ask you a few voir dire questions?

Hoof it, goober.

Now, what did you learn?

Happy is mean.

Can't argue with that.

Guys, huddle up.

Team, this is Dave Blakely.

I'll let him explain the job,

whenever Walter sees fit to join us.

Coming. Proceed.

Okay. Uh, hello, everybody.

I'll be brief.

Right now we have an opportunity

to prove something more important

than the proof of dark matter, faster-than-light travel,

even gene therapy.

Fascinating.

Now, I need your team

to help me prove or disprove

the existence of ghosts.

They don't exist. Disproven. I will send you our bill.

Walter.

- We need the money. - And it's good money.

I'm backed by a deep-pocketed production company.

Production? It's gonna be filmed?

Yeah, uh, for the pilot of a new show called...

you ready? Ghost Grabbers.

Oh, please.

Well, shooting will not be obtrusive, okay?

I mean, it's one camera operated by me

and I'll do all the B-roll stuff later.

Really, what I need from your team right now

is to interpret things like digital thermometers,

infrared cameras, highly sensitive audio equipment

and maybe some carbon monoxide detectors.

In case the ghosts leave their engines running?

No, for when the paranormal activity begins.

So, never?

Okay, I wouldn't be too sure about that.

See, we have permission to shoot on the Queen Mary.

Now, the Queen Mary

is one of the most haunted places in the world,

and over the last three days,

there's been a spike in paranormal incidents. Okay?

Numerous employees and visitors

have reported feeling a ghostly presence.

Or reporting seeing something

you know...

...kind of dart in the corner of their eye.

It's their sanity departing.

Walter.

No, no, your skepticism

is exactly what I need, okay?

Scientists will set this show apart.

I want real proof.

Although I should admit that...

...I am a believer.

You know, there is some scientific evidence

that leans towards the existence

of the paranormal.

In 1901, Dr. Duncan MacDougall

weighed his patients

directly after death and discovered them

to be 21 grams lighter than just before they died.

He theorized that the missing weight

belonged to the human soul.

That study was debunked and MacDougall's sample was deemed

too small to be taken as fact.

Also, it was 1901.

We've got the equipment, Walt.

It's just setting up and watching monitors.

I don't know about my face being plastered on TV

pitching hokum.

Exactly what are the numbers here?

$20,000 for one night.

Okay, well,

looks like we're grabbing some ghosts.

Okay. That ought to do it.

Happy?

The angle is good.

Yes, the perfect angle

to catch all apparitions.

Shall we start holding our breath now?

Breathing exercises? Calms me.

But what is truly calming is having one's feet up,

fish snack in hand, and enjoying a quiet moment in the garage.

While your team gets their hands dirty. Very noble.

Paige, I was clear.

I can't defend my position as top five

of the world's smartest men

while running around on TV like Scooby Poo.