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Previously on MacGyver...

My name is Ethan. Let's get you home.

Okay.

Ethan Reigns is my husband.

S-Company knows there's

an undercover CIA agent in the ranks.

They will kill you when
they find out it's you.

Nod if you understand.

- Daddy!
- I met Deena,

and then our daughter was
born, and then all of a sudden

the role that I was playing

in order to survive long
enough to get back to you,

it just became my life.

Mac!

Mac!

That's got to be Mac, right?

Come on, let's go.

Don't stop. Keep going.

Okay. You all right?

You okay?

That was a gunshot.

Come on.

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Bozer, you want to hand me
one of those waters back there?

Oh, yeah.

Uh, can't. It's empty.

- You forgot to pack the drinks?
- No. Filled it up right before we left.

Did someone rob us at
that last rest stop?

Nobody robbed us, Bozer.
I unpacked the cooler.

- Why?
- Because packed coolers are

for camping trips, and
this is wilderness survival.

- We'll be roughing it.
- And "roughing it" means no water?

"Roughing it" means no water, no food,

no cell phone, certainly, no tent.

Just the three of us
in the great outdoors.

Whatever we need, we will make it

or we will find it.

So I guess we won't be enjoying
s'mores by the fire later.

Not unless you find
yourself a marshmallow tree.

Matty tasked me

with teaching you guys
primitive survival skills,

because sooner or later
every agent finds themselves

in a situation where
they're gonna need them.

Training never stops for those
of us in our line of business,

and immersive training
is the best training.

It's not the best training
if it, you know... kills us.

Uh, Mac,

where are we?

'Cause this looks like the kind of place

where serial killers get their start.

Yeah, well, it's where

we're gonna drop the Jeep off...

Assuming the owner's okay with it.

What owner?

Looks like no one's been here in years.

Hello? Anyone home?

Oh, God.

He's got a banjo. I've seen this movie.

I know how it ends. I die first.

- We need to go now.
- He can hear you.

You folks ain't from around here.

That's exactly
how the movie starts.

No, we're from L.A.

Me and my friends here,

we were, um, gonna go
backpacking in Walker Gorge.

You sure you want to give
him all this information, Mac?

Eh, it'll be fine. And we were wondering

if we could just leave the Jeep here.

I'd be more than willing to
pay you for your troubles,

- if that's okay.
- Not a good idea

for you three to go off in those woods.

Uh, maybe we should just
get back on the road, Mac,

- find another spot.
- Yeah, he's giving me,

uh, "kill us in our
sleep" kind of vibes.

How you doing, Freddy?

How are you?

- Nice to see you.
- Good to see you.

Well, these are my
friends... Bozer, Riley.

This is Freddy. He owns the place.

You'll have to forgive me.

Ever since Mac started
bringing people here,

we've been having some
fun at their expense.

No hard feelings.

Hey, I'm just glad we're not
gonna get murdered and eaten.

Putting two more newbies
through the grinder, I take it.

- That's the plan.
- Uh-huh. Well, it's been quiet

ever since last week's rain.

You have the whole place to yourself.

And don't worry about that Jeep.

She'll be fine right there.

All right. Well, I'll give you these.

All right.

Keys, cell phones, wallets.

Goodbye, modern civilization.

I don't care what Mac says.

- He's creepy.
- All right.

Besides what you're
wearing and the rain gear,

you each get three things: A
backpack, a canteen and a knife.

There a reason these
backpacks are so big?

- I mean, we're not taking much.
- Yeah.

The extra space is for the
stuff you're gonna pick up

along the way that you'll
need, like firewood and food.

Trust me, you'll be glad
you brought them along.

All right, Freddy. Couple days?

Don't be so sure.

Not everyone who walks in those woods

walks out.

He's way too good at that.

The sun is your compass.

Right now, it is to our backs,

which means we're headed
which direction, Riley?

Uh...

- west.
- Very good.

We are 30 miles

from the nearest ranger station,

70 from the closest
thing to civilization,

so keeping your bearings
out here is imperative,

unless you want to become
a permanent resident.

Would that be so bad?

Haven't been away from a computer screen

this long since prison.

It's really refreshing, honestly.

Tell that to my stomach.

That's not two bears
you're hearing fighting.

It's hunger pains.

Well, I think I hear a stream nearby.

Gonna teach us how to fish, Mac?

No, fishing is day three.

Day one is foraging.

Foraging what? Nothing out here to eat.

Ha. There's plenty. You just
got to know what's edible

and where to look.

Cattails. They're the fast
food of the wilderness.

- One for you.
- Ooh.

- Thank you.
- One for you.

Hmm.

Tastes like...

used Q-tips.

If this was my secret ingredient
on Iron Chef, I'd forfeit.

Well, sorry, guys, but you're
gonna have to get used to them,

because we each have to
consume 240 per day...

to match the energy we're exerting.

So that's ten very important
calories you just wasted.

I'm sorry, did you say 240?

Surviving in the woods ain't easy.

That's why nobody comes out... here.

Actually,

- looks like someone did.
- Guess Fred was wrong.

There are people out here.

Hmm. People who brought
a lot of equipment

but have no idea what they're doing.

Can you tell me what mistakes they made?

Riley?

According to the wilderness manual,

they didn't ring their fire with stones

to keep it from spreading, one.

They left cigarette butts,

which is not only a fire hazard but...

violates the Leave No Trace rule.

Not to mention,

- extremely rude.
- Yes.

And they camped in a valley,

which is a big no-no
because of flash floods.

Very good, Riley. Only missed one thing.

Cotton fibers.

- Why is that bad?
- Well, out here,

cotton kills.

It gets wet, and it stays wet,

making you vulnerable to
hypothermia every time it rains.

That's why we're
head-to-toe nylon and wool.

Whoever did this,

asking for trouble.

Are you sure about this, Matty?

I mean, it's never too late
to change your mind, you know.

- I'll be fine.
- You sure?

Come on.

Okay.

Dalton?

Yeah, we're good. We're good.

Let's go. Come on.

Matty. What are you doing here?

We need to talk.

You could've called.

Honey?

Hey.

Hello.

Matty, is everything okay?

No. That's why we're here.

I don't understand.

We followed protocol.
We didn't leave a trail.

My family is just settling
into a normal life.

How did this happen?

All I can tell you is
S-Company learned your location.

It's no longer safe here.

You trust the intel?

We have a new asset on the inside.

- I trust what she gives us.
- Listen, Ethan,

you made S-Company look
like fools for eight years.

They're looking to make an example

out of you and your family.

This is not up for debate.

Okay? We're going.

When do we leave?

It won't catch.

Kindling's too damp.

Yep. I once spent two full days

trying to start a fire.

I'm not kidding.

48 hours straight, two sunsets.

But it was all soaked.

I was convinced I was
gonna freeze to death.

Was this during your
Phoenix wilderness training?

Uh, no, this was a camping
trip with my grandfather.

He used to take me out here a lot

after my mom died.

He always used to say,

all you need to survive the wilderness

is what's up here and what's out there.

Well, you think you can

whip us up a dehumidifier
for this kindling

with what's out there?

No need.

I survived that camping trip,

obviously, because I realized

that I was surrounded by a plant called

Chamaenerion angustifolium.

Chamana-what-a-nana-na?

More commonly known

as fireweed.

It's the perfect tinder for damp wood.

Just don't put too much on at once.

Want to give it a second try?

All right.

Whoa!

Oh, nice.

- All right. Fireweed.
- Now we just keep adding

bigger sticks until the fire is roaring.

- Let's see.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Boze, put that down.
- What?

- Whoa. Whoa.
- Why?

Put it down; Not in the fire.

- Don't tell me it's endangered.
- No, but you were about to be.

That's poison oak.

Yeah, you don't want to inhale

the burning oils of a
poison oak leaf ever.

Do bad things to your lungs.

12-year-old Angus almost learned
that one the hard way, too.

- Sorry, man. Just tired.
- It's been a long day.

I think we can all say
that. But you've done great.

So I figured I'd reward us

- with a little gourmet treat for dinner.
- Yeah.

That's what I'm talking about.

- Turn up! Yeah.
- Starving.

Yeah, yeah. Get some food.

- About to get a snack. Yeah.
- Cattails.

Man, what in the hell?

Oh, man.

Sorry, couldn't help myself.

Here you go.

Hey, d-d-don't.

You were snoring.

Did you have to wake me, though?

I was having the best dream.

I was eating a tasty T-bone steak

- with a side of...
- Cattails?

Ugh. Hell no.

Seriously, Mac. Do we
have to keep eating these?

- Where's Mac?
- I don't know.

His boots and backpack were
already gone when I woke up.

He left without telling us?

Maybe he went for an
early-morning hike.

Wait. Didn't he say
day two was tracking?

Maybe this is a test and
we're supposed to find him.

"Immersive training
is the best training."

- Exactly. So, what's the first step?
- Mmm.

- Pick up his trail, I guess.
- All right.

I got some bootprints over here.

Let's see.

These aren't Mac's. Look at
the sole. It's a different shoe.

And it wasn't here when we made camp.

See?

These are Mac's footprints.

So someone else was here?

This is the same brand we saw
at that campsite yesterday.

And it's got dew all over it,

which means whoever dropped it
must have been here last night.

So that smoker was watching
us while we were sleeping,

and now Mac suddenly vanished?

I'm getting a really bad feeling.

Keep moving.

Fellas. Meet our new guide.

You might want to ration that.

It's hard to come by
clean water out here.

Where's your food?

I catch and find it on my own.

How long's it been
since you guys ran out?

- Too long.
- Enough chitchat.

Get off your asses and pack
the gear. We're moving out.

Go!

Only gonna say this once, Ranger Rick.

Don't.

All my friends run faster than you.

So, are you gonna tell
me what this is all about?

Where do you need to go so badly

you're willing to kidnap a guide?

"X" marks the spot.

- What's at the "X"?
- Not your concern. Just get me there.

Okay, but I don't really know

how to tell you this.
This is on the other side

of some of the roughest
terrain out here.

A trek like this
should only be attempted

by a well-trained crew,
not a bunch of first-timers.

I didn't ask your opinion.

Just get us there, all right?

Getting angry doesn't change the fact

that you have no food, no water.

You're inexperienced,

and you're not prepared for this hike.

I mean, it's about to rain and...

Maybe I'm not making myself clear.

Act as if your life depends
on getting us to that "X."

Because it does.

All right, Jack. Time to share.

What have you been staring at

since we left Ethan's house?

All right, somebody sent
me this photo earlier,

but I didn't want to bother you with it,

given the circumstances.

You have no idea who sent this to you?

No.

And they won't return my texts.

I can't figure out who that is.

- Send it to our lab. Have it analyzed.
- Yeah, all right.

Hey, will you do me a favor
and go grab us some snacks?

Sure.

- Ethan.
- Jack.

How are Deena and Mara doing?

Confused. Scared. Angry.

About as good as can be expected.

- So, how did S-Company find us?
- You know I can't tell you that.

You're serious?

You remember that I had a
higher clearance than you, right?

Now you don't.

Ethan, you're out.

So, as awkward and
complicated as this is,

I need to treat you
like any other civilian

- going into witness protection.
- Except I'm not like any other civilian, Matty.

Because if I were, then the director
of a top secret intel agency

would not be personally handling
my relocation assignment.

You're right.

Our situation is unique.

But the fact that we were married

doesn't mean that I can just
throw out U.S. government...

- Deena...
- You were married?

No jalapeño beef jerky.

You know, they got every
flavor under the sun,

and no jalapeño.

That is definitely going
on my Yelp... review.

We should probably hit the road.

You know, we should really stop

and build a fire to
dry those clothes out

before you all become hypothermic.

Just keep moving.

- What's the holdup?
- Well, we need a new route,

'cause this one's too dangerous.

- Looks fine to me.
- Right.

But what you can't see is the
invisible layer of moisture

left over by the rain on
the rocks is now frozen

into an invisible sheet of ice.

So, crossing these boulders
is a risk we can easily avoid

by going another way.

Will that take longer?

- Well, yeah, a little bit.
- Then no,

we're not going out of our way
to avoid a few slippery rocks.

Okay, there's a way to make this safer,

but I'm gonna need my knife

and all the zippers from the tents.

- All right.
- You sure?

What's he gonna do with this toy?

All right, these should give
your boots extra traction.

But it's still dangerous,
so take small steps.

But really, you should
follow my exact footing.

After you.

Hey, I told you to follow me.

Uh...

- Hurts?
- Yeah.

- We gotta stop for the night.
- No chance.

Look, you don't have a choice.

He sprained his ankle. It's bad.

I've got to control the
swelling or it's gonna get worse,

and that means elevating
it for a few hours.

I'll go look for
something to make a splint,

stabilize his leg.

And then I'll make a
crutch so you can walk.

But from here on out,
it's gonna be slow going.

Go with him.

Gio, I'm sorry, man.

Take it easy, Cid.

Relax.

Okay, that was a gunshot,

and it's definitely
coming from that way.

- Come on, we gotta move.
- Wait, wait, wait.

What are we gonna do when
we catch up with these guys?

- They have guns.
- I guess we gotta improvise. Come on.

What did you do?

You said he was gonna slow us down.

Well, my friends will
have heard that shot.

If you want to keep them
out of this, I suggest

you pick up the pace.

Get moving.

Louisiana.

Texas. Yee-haw. Way to go, Texas.

Kansas.

Everybody, we got a Kan...

Jack, please stop.

You're the only one playing.

Just trying to
lighten the mood in here.

It's like a hearst.

Hearse.

Yeah, that's what I said. Hearst.

This part of Nebraska we're
going to is really beautiful.

It's full of rolling
hills and tranquil streams.

You're gonna love it.

Mara will, too.

We're gonna have a beautiful life there.

How much farther?

Two miles, as the crow flies,

but it's gonna be a one-way trip

if we don't stop to collect water.

When we get there.

And if our muscles
cramp from dehydration

before we get there, you
gonna shoot everybody?

Look,

you can send your people
down here to this stream

to collect the water.

But don't drink it
yet. It's not potable.

And you're gonna make it drinkable? How?

I just need my knife, a
pine tree branch, and...

one of these
sleeping bag stuff sacks.

All right. You heard him.

Fill up every bottle we got.

Get to it.

Access to clean
drinking water is vital

in wilderness survival.

Without it, your body
will break down rapidly.

So when dirty water is
the only thing on the menu,

you have to turn to Mother
Nature for some help.

Are you sure it's safe?

Absolutely.

The xylem in the pine branches
pulls out any harmful bacteria.

Trees don't like drinking dirty
water any more than people do.

How long have you known Gio?

A few years.

Longer than that guy
he just shot back there?

No.

Gio and Cid go way back.

Why do you ask?

If Gio was willing to shoot
that guy he's known for years

over possibly slowing him down a little,

what do you think he's
gonna be doing to you

when he finds out he
doesn't need you anymore?

Wow.

You are too cute.

Hey, Giovanni.

Your human GPS is trying
to get me to turn on you.

Really?

Did it work?

Ask me to pull the trigger,

and I'll happily prove my loyalty.

Tempting, but not now.

We still need him.

Can't say I blame you for trying, kid.

Punishment, however, will have

to wait for later.

If your water's finally done,

let's get moving.

Come on. Pack up.

Hey, I got more blood over here.

Man, I really thought that
was gonna be Mac down there.

Yeah, me, too.

But if they did that
to one of their own...

It's only a matter of time before

the next body we find is Mac.

Bozer, look. He's still
got a radio on him.

If we can get it, I think I can

contact a park ranger.

Love the plan, Riley.

There's just a teeny-tiny,

50-foot problem.

Mac taught us to weave rope
for building our shelter.

What if...

what if we just build
a really long rope?

Strong enough to climb down?

No, no. Rope's not for climbing.

It's for fishing.

Now, that is a hook.

Easy. Easy.

- Slow, slow, slow.
- I got it.

Whew.

What's wrong?

This is a consumer radio.

It doesn't tune to the frequency
the National Park Service uses.

Isn't there, like, a... an
emergency channel or something?

Yeah. Of course.

But there's no guarantee
anyone's gonna hear it.

We could sit here all
day calling for help.

So we did all that for nothing?

Man.

Actually, no.

I might be able to tune it

to the authorized
federal government band.

- Do that.
- I'm gonna try.

Well?

Yeah, we are, uh...

we're here.

Spread out. Find it!

Gio, there's nothing here!

- You led us to the wrong place.
- I did not.

Look, the geographical
location... this is ex...

Yeah, yeah, either you screwed up,

- or you're playing games.
- I didn't, and I'm not.

I don't believe you.

Wait. Wait.

Is what you're looking
for nailed to the ground?

What kind of question is that?

'Cause if it wasn't, it's possible

that a flash flood took it away.

Explain.

See the dried mud on
the rocks right there.

It's a waterline, and it's a recent one.

If you tell me the size and the weight

of what you're looking for,
I may be able to determine

Where the flood took it.

I'm looking for $18 million.

All right.

How'd it get out here?

I pushed it out a plane.

All right.

All right, well, what was
the denomination of bills?

How does that possibly matter?

You want to find it or not?
The cash was in hundreds.

So that means it was about 400 pounds.

- What was it in?
- Wooden crate.

The kind banks use to
ship money to each other

when they're balancing the ledgers.

Okay, so you guys stole
this crate, you loaded it

onto a plane, and then you
pushed it out mid-flight.

I'm guessing that the
cops were onto you?

Something like that.

It was too hot to land with the cash,

so we pushed it out and
marked the location on the map,

and the rest you know.

Now, where is my money?

Getting pretty sick of asking you.

Okay, look,

I can... I can use the
erosion rate of the soil

to determine the speed of
the flash flood's water.

Then I can solve for
direction and distance

traveled by the crate, as
long as I can figure out

the missing variable here.

And that is?

It's the, uh, angle of
the slope of the ground

we're standing on right now.

This ground's completely flat.

To the naked eye it is.

Can I borrow your scope?

Give it to him.

Take it just beyond that rock.

Okay. The greatest angle of the slope

is 18 degrees northeast.

And we are looking at...
crate, let's say 430 pounds,

made of porous wood, filled with cash.

So if I can calculate the flood time

and water speed using the erosion rate,

then that means the
crate would've floated

about right there.

You better be right.

Hey.

Is making my ears bleed
part of the process?

Nope. That's just a fun bonus.

I'm turning the copper wire to bypass

all commercial frequencies

so we can reach

the restricted government channels.

Help. Help.

We need help. Does anybody copy?

Maybe we're out of range?

I'm trying to reach
Washington Park Service.

Does anybody copy? We need help.

Uh, this is the park
ranger. Who is this?

This is Riley Davis.

My friends and I were
hiking in Walker Gorge

when armed men kidnapped one of us.

We need immediate assistance.

Uh, copy that. Do you
know your location?

Uh, we're on a cliff?

Where the kidnappers
killed one of their own.

I see a mountain range to the south.

The gorge is maybe 20 miles east.

Copy. I think I know where you're at.

We're contacting law enforcement now.

Uh, stay where you are,
keep your radio on...

Help is on the way.

And you said swinging
by the ranger station

was gonna be a waste of time.

Anton.

Backtrack, find his buddies.

Keep them company.

Wait for my signal.

Think that's enough
smoke to draw the rangers?

I guess the answer is yes.

You guys call an emergency?

We did, but...

we were expecting a park ranger.

Sadly, they're not gonna make it.

Now toss me a radio and shut up.

Gio, Emma.

It's Emma. You found his friends?

Yeah, sure did. We're
getting acquainted now.

Good.

We're almost to the
money. Keep them alive.

We'll tell you if that needs to change.

- Pretty cold out here, huh?
- What part of "shut up" was confusing?

Just saying, sun's going
down, temperature, too.

If your cotton clothes
are as damp as they look...

But hey, I'm sure a guy like you knows

how to deal with hypothermia.

And if I don't?

We need to build up this fire.

If we use some branches and leaves

from that bush over there,
it'll keep us all warm

until our current
situation gets resolved.

Fine, but stay where I can see you.

All right.

Good job, Bozer.

You officially know what
poison oak looks like.

Now, where's our friend?

This ravine acts
as a natural drainage basin

for anything displaced by the flood.

So your crate should be here.

There. There!

It's all here.

Yeah, well, we
can celebrate when we get

- the money back to the car.
- It'll be tough.

We only have three backpacks,
and we're a man down.

On the bright side,
18 million split four ways

is much better.

Okay. I did what you asked.
I got you to your money.

Now call your man and tell
him to let my friends go.

If I said I was gonna kill your friends

if you didn't think of a way
to get all this money back

- by yourself, what would you say?
- I'd say that wasn't part of the deal.

Yeah, well, I'm making
it the deal. Answer me.

Can you build something to make
moving my money a one-man job?

- Sure?
- Yeah.

- Why?
- All right.

Do it, then.

We'll move it all as
soon as you're ready.

All clear.

Welcome home.

Okay.

This is, uh... this is
all the stuff they brought.

And Ethan is

doing another sweep of the neighborhood

just to... just to be safe.

How you holding up?

It's her I'm worried about.

Yeah, well,

rough day.

I want to talk to her,

put her mind at ease, but...

I have no idea what to say.

Sure, you do.

You only think you don't know
what to say 'cause you're so...

involved.

Imagine if the roles were reversed

and I was unsure how to handle this.

What would you tell me to do?

I would say, "Tell her
the truth about your past

so she's not guessing."

Ta-da.

You got this.

Mommy, I need purple.

It's not here, sweetie.

But I need it now!

You know what, Mara?

You can make your own purple. Look.

Mm-hmm.

All you need is red...

and blue.

- See? Purple. You want to try?
- Mm.

Thank you.

Giving up everything you've ever known.

Having to start over again twice.

I can't imagine how hard
this has been for you.

But what I can imagine is that

you would like to start your new life

without any questions,

which is why I think you
should know the truth.

Ethan and I were married,

and we loved each other very much,

but that was a lifetime ago,

before you and he ever met.

Now you and Mara are his life.

And as soon as we're sure
that you're safe here,

you'll never see me again.

All I want is to give Mara a good life.

And you will.

For you.

This is for me?

It's beautiful.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Yeah, no, I feel the same way.

Good in here?

Yeah, we're good.

How much longer is your
sled thing gonna take?

Not much longer. Just one more thing.

My money!

That's got to be Mac, right?

Yeah. Come on. Let's go.

Don't stop. Keep going.

- Mac!
- Mac! Mac!

Mac! Mac.

He's been shot. He's still alive.

- Mac.
- Mac! Hey. Hey.

You guys are okay?

It's not us we're worried about. Okay?

You got a bullet in your leg.

You need to tell us how to take it out.

You don't.

You just stop the bleeding
and dress the wound.

What do we dress the wound with?

- Yarrow.
- Yarrow?

It's a white flower. Grows in clusters.

Should be all around here.

All right, buddy, you're gonna
have to put pressure on it.

Too much?

Oh, no, not enough.

Yep, that's it. More like it.

Okay...

All right, now, pack the
wound and wrap it tight.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Okay. Yep.

Tighter. We're gonna
have to do it tighter.

We gotta tie it. You see any vines?

I've got something better.

Here. This is stronger.

Yeah, that'll work.

- Sorry, Mac.
- That's okay. That'll do.

- Okay.
- Now the hard part.

Get me to a hospital.

Take his legs. We gotta carry him.

It's too far; We'll never make
it out of the woods in time.

So what are we gonna do?

Looks like Mac was building a sled.

We can finish it and
use it to drag him out.

Everything you need's
in there: New names,

new Social Security numbers,
new marriage certificate.

The works.

Hope it helps.

Take care of yourself, Ethan.

Thanks, Jack.

I really appreciate it.

Yeah. You're welcome.

Thanks, Matty.

For saving my family in Cypress,

for moving us here, for...

for everything.

Sorry you had to relive this.

The truth is I chose to do this myself

because I thought watching
you move into your new home

with your new family would crush me.

And the pain would bring
me the closure I need.

Wow.

Yeah.

So, did it?

Not how I expected.

Because now that I'm here,
I'm not feeling any pain,

just a strong desire for you
and your family to be happy.

Well, that means the world to me.

I don't think I could
have done any of this

if I hadn't heard you say that.

You know, after this,
there can be no more contact

with your former life.

Including you.

Especially me.

This is goodbye, Ethan.

Bye, Matty.

Sometimes...

life doesn't work out the way
we think it will, huh, Matty?

No, it sure doesn't.

Ethan and I had some
wonderful years together.

But this is where he's supposed to be.

And I'm where I'm supposed to be.

Sitting with my lame ass in an
SUV that smells like beef jerky

in rural Nebraska?

Huh? Is that where
you're supposed to be?

You've always had

a very special way with words, Jack.

Oh, thank you.

What do you say we get
out of here, boss lady?

Sounds like a plan.

Yeah, let's go.

Are those the lab results?

Yeah.

They didn't I.D. who sent the photo,

but they sure figured out who was in it.

- Tiberius Kovacs?
- Tiberius Kovacs.

- The one and only.
- Weren't you on the team

that took him out ten years ago?

I pulled the trigger.

Why is someone sending
you a decade-old photo

of a dead terrorist?

I don't know.

But I got a bad feeling about it.

Fred! Fred!

We need your cell phone right now.

It's gonna be okay.

Thanks.

Matty, it's Bozer.

Listen, Mac needs a medevac ASAP.

What happened?

We're at a gas station 20
miles from Walker Gorge.

My friends... saved me.

Riley, Bozer...

you passed.

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