Scorpion

TOBY (mimicking): My name's Walter O'Brien.

I have the fourth highest IQ ever recorded, 197.

Einstein's was 160.

Yes, they're both facts.

But what is he saying?

Mm-hmm.

I'm saying you have a superiority complex.

But I am superior. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

If you want your feelings to be felt,

you must use the felt.

My name is Toby, I went to Harvard.

I chase Happy Quinn around like a schoolboy.

I probably wear this hat in the shower.

You see? Just attacks the hat.

Uh, forget the hat, the hat is stupid.

Who's Happy Quinn? Walter might have

some unconscious concerns about her to bring her up now.

No, very conscious.

His obsession with her affects his efficacy.

She's not... She's a friend, friend from work.

What the hell is that?

That's my nuttin' button.

When you say something that's “nuttin'” but a lie...

I didn't lie.

Lie by omission.

You said “friend” twice, back-to-back.

Repetitive proximity pattern.

You and Happy are more than friends.

Please. I'm not about to be analyzed

by someone whose degree came with pop-up ads.

Right to dismissive word choice.

There's no fraternization at work.

We're not fraternizing at work.

Notice his use of the qualifier “at work”"

He did. He used a qualifier.

Yeah, but...

No, it... Tobias.

A little rumpscuttle with someone you care about--

nothing to be ashamed of.

But therapy only works in conjunction

with honesty.

So are you involved

in amorous congress with Miss Quinn or not?

We await your answer.

Oh, crap.

Chunky chicken noodle. $1.98.

Correct.

Oyster crackers. $2.99.

Correct.

Uh, give me those. I'm hungry.

Ralph, you can't keep forgetting your lunch.

Oh, this is perfect.

Chevy Malibu, MSRP $21,625.

That's exactly what I paid.

I'm memorizing product pricing.

Jeopardy! rejected me.

I guess I'm not Trebek material.

Or maybe because you were pouring sanitizer

all over their buzzer?

Doesn't matter, 'cause I'll be on Price is Right next week,

and I'm gonna be fully prepared.

Hey, we're back.

Hey, Walter.

Hello.

What happened in therapy?

We need to talk.

You told them.

Dr. Cecil read me. He Toby'd me.

You let the cat out of the bag.

Cat shouldn't be in a bag in the first place.

Bags are a terrible place for cats.

What was Walt's reaction?

That's the thing, there was none.

He just said nothing the whole ride back.

That's a problem.

No fraternization, remember?

We're not fraternizing-- we're in love. Right?

I guess.

Well, I say bully to Walter's rules.

We should let our heartstrings ring out!

Like the bells of Notre Dame.

Okay. No, no, wait.

Guys, attention, everyone! No, wait!

I have an announcement to make.

Where's Ralph?

Left for school.

He'll have to read about it in the papers.

Like Caesar and Portia, Othello and Desdemona,

Popeye and Olive Oyl,

I give you Scorpion's very own Brangelina:

“Quintis.”

What the hell's a “Quintis”?

Quinn and Curtis.

We're finally together.

Like peanut butter and chocolate.

Sylvester.

Wait, you mean, like, together? Like...

Yeah, we touched parts.

Many times.

Okay, it's not a big deal.

And if you do not get off that box,

it'll be over before you know it.

Um, does Walter know about this? I do.

But let's discuss this later.

Right now, Cabe is coming in

with a Federal Drug Agent Sanchez of Mexico.

Policía Federal Ministerial.

Mexican drug enforcement? Sounds serious.

Agreed, so I suggest that we focus on what's important.

For the record, our love is important.

Okay, shut it.

Three days ago, a rancher found this brick of heroin

attached to a drone that malfunctioned

and crashed by the Arizona border.

Our sources are certain it came from Central America,

through my country and into yours. Gold Mule?

This is the heroin that's been in the news?

Extremely pure, very dangerous.

Kids are OD'ing on this poison all over the country.

It's potent stuff. Users are willing to pay

top dollar for it, and dealers are willing to kill

for the distribution territory here in the States.

It's sparked gang wars in Mexico City, Guadalajara,

Chicago, Atlanta and Miami.

Innocents are getting caught in the crossfire.

A father walking home from work.

An eight-year-old doing her homework.

Bullet came through her bedroom window.

Three blocks from my home.

She was doing math.

I assume you want our help

because drones are involved. Correct.

So far we have been able to confiscate 85%

of the shipments coming across the border.

Trucks, tunnels, airplanes.

Are you telling me all the drugs in the U.S.

only account for 15% of the potential supply?

Imagine if the rest got in via drone.

Bad guys always adapt.

The U.S. and our Mexican allies,

we feel that the drone was a test flight

for a new delivery system.

Well, drones make sense.

They're small, they're hard to spot.

They don't need runways or other infrastructure.

May I?

Yes, please. Up there.

Heard from an informant this morning.

They're gonna try another test run

through this corridor this afternoon.

Perfect flight path.

No cops or military around for hundreds of miles.

Can't radar catch them?

Well, radar's designed

to filter out small aerial clutter, like birds.

Drones exploit this weakness. Single point of failure.

Exactly, and if we can't figure out how to plug this hole,

we'll start getting waves of this stuff

at all hours up and down the border.

Okay, so what if we hit the drones

with a focused energy concentration,

like a pulse-gun that we built? Surge it?

The CPU would fry or reboot.

Either way, those drones go down.

This could stop the shipments?

Yeah, we'll make a rough prototype

that Homeland would then scale, but, yes, if our device works,

then drones would be stopped at the border.

Amazing.

But we will only have one shot

at intercepting this practice run.

If it doesn't work, drugs get through.

So we'll have to make sure that the gun is properly calibrated.

We'll need a drone to shoot down as a test.

Oh, no, Birdroni?

Yeah, better dust off your toy, buddy.

: 'Cause we're gonna blast it out of the sky.

I think I've got one and one...

I think this is what Walter wants for his pulse-gun.

Rifle stock? Yep. Check.

An antenna.

Check.

What are you doing there?

You beefing up the coil?

Uh, yep.

I love watching you work.

Okay, you got to stop, you're gonna ruin this

with the whole “Quintis” pronouncements.

It was between “Quintis” and “Tappy”.

And the love notes. They're sonnets, actually.

And the texts. I don't text that much.

Uh, 12:15, “What are you watching?”

12:16, “I am watching something else.”

12:17, “Can I watch what you're watching with you?

We'll be watch buddies.”

I'm just excited, I finally have everything I ever wanted.

Am I interrupting something?

I'm just finishing up with the generator.

Are you?

'Cause we're on a schedule.