Scorpion

Go!

Walter!

Breach Team 2! Go!

Immunity agreement and extradition waiver.

Sign them and I'll tell you how I hacked into NASA.

Corporal to Command, we have Scorpion.

He's just a kid.

Team leaders maintain position till evac.

Target is acquired.

Just wanted the shuttle blueprints for my wall.

What's your name, son?

Walter.

Walter.

Are you listening?

Yes, you said, "I didn't see this coming at all."

I can't believe you're breaking up with me.

I'll admit you have been patient.

Longest three months of my life.

You're not easy, Walter.

I thought this might help. Throughout our relationship

you've accused me correctly of being unable

to connect with your emotional state.

So I mapped out

what I anticipate you'll experience

over the next few minutes.

You wrote a document to connect with me emotionally?

Hmm. And this is a decision tree.

- This is just to help you through this-- - Hey.

I pay you to fix wireless, not talk.

You scheduled our break-up on a job?

To be more efficient.

You may be trying, Walter,

but you're still a million miles from normal.

Okay, Bert, your table's right here, and your tea is waiting,

- eggs will be out in five. - All right.

You smell so good today. What is that? New Cologne? I love it.

- Hey. Kid, no making a mess.

Paige, again your boy is all over it with the shakers.

I know. Nemos, I know.

He's just having a hard time adjusting in school.

He'll be back next week. Promise.

Hey, honey, it's okay.

Mr. Gianakos just likes to keep things neat.

Remember we talked about that kind of thing before?

Doesn't mean there's something wrong with you, okay?

Uh-uh-uh.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

No. But you should help him.

Wireless is up.

Don't yell at that boy.

if you're sick of being broke, for $108. 3,

which month has 28 days?

- All of them. I actually know this one.

- February? We have a winner.

Idiots.

Okay, so if my math is right, and it is,

we can siphon 700 kilowatts a month through the fall

before anyone even notices.

Whoa, whoa. What are you doing? Over 30,000 shock-related accidents

- happen every year. - Please. I got this.

See? Power's up.

Why are you stealing electricity?

Just borrowing it until they turn our power back on.

I thought we were paying the bills after the Credit National job.

I was.

I worked for three days on this great loss algorithm--

You got lost in the numbers and forgot to pay the electric bill.

And the water bill and our rent, and the payment was all in cash,

- which got misplaced. - It's somewhere close.

- When's the last time you ate? - You mean like food?

Okay, it's cool.

I finished the Linwood job. Toby's picking up the fee.

- Why not you? - I built the contractor

an automated conveying system and he called me sugar.

So I hit him in the mouth.

And Toby is where exactly?

Keep your voices down just one minute.

Toby, tell me you have the Linwood payment.

First, I nearly tripled the Linwood payment.

So those thugs are chasing you down to give you a big congratulations?

I beat them at poker. They're chumps.

Pupils, they dilate whenever they get a good hand.

Harvard-trained behaviorist should know people don't like to get cheated.

- I hate you. - No, you don't.

We have a combined IQ of nearly 700 and we can't even pay our bills.

- We had a bad day. - we've been at this for two years.

The whole reason why I started this company is because

we have more to offer than fixing routers.

I'm reading a textbook panic response to normal financial stressors.

If this thing is going south, Walt, just let me know.

I have a cousin who owns a garage in Phoenix--

No matter how hard we try, and I know we're all trying...

We're a million miles from normal.

Shh!

Yo!

Hey, good, your timing is perfect. Guy in there ripped us off.

I'll put a bag of pills in your pocket fat enough

to get you a room in Lompoc.

Understand?

Now hit it.

Homeland Security!

- Is this you? - No.

We're looking for Walter O'Brien.

It's a badge.

No, no, no. Get out. Get out. Get out of here now.

I wouldn't be here if I weren't desperate. Trust me.

Trust you? Was that a joke?

Who are you?

He's Federal Agent Cabe Gallo.

We worked together years ago.

The outcome was unfavorable.

Put it aside, O'Brien.

I need you.

Forty-five minutes ago, there was an automatic software upgrade

in the LAX control tower.

It had a bug.

Now the entire system's down.

Wait, all the communications are down?

Contact’s been lost between Long Beach, LAX and Burbank.

Incoming flights have been diverted

but the ones about to start their descent,

56 of them are out of comm range.

NSA is trying to work a satellite hook-up.

FBI is attempting a Morse code signal from the observatory.

We need you on software.

Without landing guides, those planes run out of fuel.

And crash.

And crash, Walter.

Sounds like catastrophe is imminent.

So go find someone else. Now.

How about a certified federal check for $50,000 in each of your pockets?

I ran checks on all of you.

Mechanical prodigy,

world-class shrink,

a human Calculator,

brilliant minds working at half capacity.

You want to do something meaningful?

Here's your chance.

You don't, people and metal will be falling from the sky

in less than two hours.

It's your call.

Even with half of my IQ,

I wouldn't be dumb enough to believe you twice.

Put it aside? Forget about it and move on?

It's not an option for people with photographic memories.

Give us a minute.

What the hell are you doing?

Mirroring you so your subconscious could relate to me.

I thought it would help you relax.

You think it's working?

Breaking this down logically, we're not just gonna let people fall out of the sky.

- I'm telling you I don't trust him. - I get it,

but without an influx of capital, these two

are just gonna go back to hacking banks.

And the next forensic analyst they run into won't be as nice as you.

Now, personally, I'm cool, I can handle myself.

Time is wasting. we've got 56 planes to land.

LAX tower control is the main hub for all the other airports.

Fix the software there, it autocorrects in Long Beach and Burbank.

If new software's the glitch, first is delete that,

then download old software.

- Enough for the planes to land. - So you're doing it?

We go to LAX, we fix the software.

We are at a 90 percent chance of success.

Grab your equipment.

Mine too, please.

Must have been keeping tabs on me to find me so quickly.

I got promoted to the L.A. office.

It only makes sense that I would track you down.

Okay, your body language suggests that's about half the truth.

Of course, there's a 10 percent chance that everyone dies.

You cross me on this,

I'll go online

and in less than an hour, I will erase you.

Sorry for the delay, folks.

We should have some more information shortly.

Thank you for your patience.

Still no contact.

- Your cell? - Nothing.

Back in the Air Force, I once dropped down to 1,500 feet to catch a signal.

We descend without comms, we could run into another plane.

I'm sure there's an army of people working on this as we speak.

All right, listen, when the FBI and the NSA fail,

do we get some kind of bonus here? Double or nothing.

- Toby. - I'm just saying.

They were your top choice for this?

Walter O'Brien is one of the five smartest people alive, so, yes.

Cabe Gallo, just got word from headquarters,

there's a major pileup on the 405.

LAX is unreachable for hours.

Repeat, LAX is a no-go.

- Copy that. - Call a helicopter.

Air traffic's been shut down until the situation is resolved.

No copter?

We're down to a 17 percent chance of success.

- Pipe down, Rain Man. - Call him that again,

better hope the feds have a good dental plan.

Is this what we get with a car full of geniuses?

You'll get is a solution if everyone keeps quiet.