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- Previously on MacGyver...

You know, a lot of kids, they go to MIT

and they think that they're
gonna change the world.

Frankie was a double major
in mechanical engineering

- and biology.
- Yeah.

Mac, what the hell have you been doing

since you dropped out of school?

Boy genius is a spy now?

But, hey, if you hit a snag,

you want to brainstorm ideas...

I think we're smart enough to, uh,

figure out how to use a telephone.

Or build one.

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Mac, this is a bad idea.

Hey, just imagine we're back at MIT

bribing the security guard for
more time in the biology lab.

How is that the same thing?

Technically against the rules,
but it's for a good cause.

$20,000 for the sample.

I have what you want.

The man who brought it
from the island got bit.

I, uh, I watched his face swell.

Sangue...

blood poured from everywhere.

At the hospital, they cut off
his arm, but he died anyway.

If you want it, you
will need to extract it

from the creature yourself.

All right, we're gonna need supplies.

Uh... Frankie, can you grab that jar,

- empty it into this bucket?
- Yes.

- Yeah?
- Right here.

All right, that's it.

Wait, hold on.

- Ready?
- Yep.

All right.

Okay, now we're gonna

- slowly position his head...
- Yeah.

over the jar until he bites down.

How do you know how to do this?

You know, YouTube.

Look.

Okay.

- Now...
- Uh-huh?

we massage his venom
glands, which are here-ish.

Yes.

Be careful.

All right, I think that's it.

Now, if this venom

does everything you think it can...

Then we will be saving a lot of lives.

Yeah.

All right.

First one might be your own.

How's anyone supposed to get
excited about the research

when they don't even
understand how it works?

Well, the people who
matter will understand it.

You can't dumb it down.

Oh... Mac.

Finally, a voice of reason.

Help us settle something for our entry

- into the Journal of Oncology.
- Please.

These two have been debating
one sentence for an hour.

All right. Let's hear it.

"The therapy uses protein complexes

and strongly basic
polypeptides extracted

from virulent saliva

to target tumorigenic masses".

That's the right idea,

but can we put it into layman's terms?

We can. This guy, not so much.

All right.

How about this: "The cancer
treatment uses toxins

extracted from snake venom,

which billions of years of evolution
have taught to attack

the weakest cells in a creature's body,

to target cancerous tumors".
Something like that?

You nerdsplained that perfectly.

Thanks, boss.

Hmm, so glad you could make it.

Here it comes.

No, no, it's my fault.

See, when you said you'd
be checking in weekly,

- I interpreted that to mean, like, every week.
- I know.

Last Thursday, I was halfway
out the door when Matty called.

And then the week before that,

I was on my way here in my
truck, and then... Matty called.

But, look, I'm here

and I come bearing gifts.

Just in time. We're almost out.

So, how's our friend
at the pet shop doing?

Oh, you know, about as friendly

as the last five times
I went to visit him.

Have you made any progress?

Well, I've managed to cut the toxicity

to surrounding epithelial
cells down to 15%.

What?

Frankie, that's progress.
That's a huge deal.

Yeah. Getting there.

Yeah.

Um, Mac, listen, while I have you,

there is something that
we need to talk about.

Yeah. What's going on?

Matty?

Uh, uh, Desi this time.

- Okay.
- I'll hoof right back.

Morning, sleepyhead.

Where'd you sneak off to so early?

Um... a run in the canyon.

You back soon?

Um, nah. Kind of hit a groove, so...

You know how it is, got
to get those endorphins

while the getting's good.

Okay, dork.

Pick me up one of those blueberry
scones on your way home?

- You got it.
- Oh, and, Mac?

Yeah.

I'm sitting in your truck.

I followed you from the house
to this creepy brick building,

and your GPS history shows

you've been coming here for months.

Desi...

You have the walk outside
to think very carefully

about the words you use next.

I can't believe you were tailing me.

What I meant was... I'm sorry.

Look, after Codex, you and I promised

to be brutally honest with each other.

That, and dealing with everything
after Jack's funeral,

is the only reason I've been
ignoring my Spidey-sense

that your Thursday
morning jogs are bogus.

So why are you lying to me?

And what is this place?

It's a medical research laboratory.

Okay.

When my dad got sick, I
started researching an idea

for an experimental cancer treatment.

And then, a-after he died,

I decided to develop that treatment,

do something good in his honor.

So I raised money
through an angel investor

and convinced my friend
Frankie to do the day-to-day.

And it started as a
total moon shot, but...

she's been making real progress.

You've been secretly, in
your nonexistent free time,

attempting to cure cancer?

Ow. What was that for?

I have the right to be
pissed at you right now,

and you're ruining it.

Why didn't you say anything?

I just wasn't ready to talk about it.

Mac...

total honesty means total honesty,

no matter how
well-intentioned the lie is.

Yeah. You're right.

You want to come inside
and check it out?

We have snake venom.

If I do, it doesn't mean
I'm not still mad at you.

- Deal.
- Okay.

Hey, guys? I've got someone
I'd like you to meet.

Sandra, Ben!

Fr...

Frankie?

Mac!

Mac. You okay?

Yeah. I'm fine, I'm fine. Go.

I searched everywhere.

Frankie's gone.

Riley, update.

Security cameras in this building

and all the surrounding
have been scrubbed.

Whoever did this planned well.

Thinner nose.

Bigger forehead.

Ugly. Very ugly.

Okay, Bozer, get that composite
to every law enforcement agency

in the country the instant it's done.

On it.

Look, I'm sorry, Angus,

I know you're upset, but
we need to keep going

through all of your research.

Look, I told you everything I know,

and I think we should be
out there looking for Frankie

- before it's too late.
- Mac, the Phoenix is doing

everything possible to find Frankie,

but only you can help us
understand what happened here.

Except I can't. It doesn't
make any sense.

Well, whoever they are,
they hired professionals.

They worked fast, quiet.

You know, I'd wager
the man who attacked you

was part of a small team of ex-soldiers

turned private military contractors.

They were sitting on this
lab, saw me come in today.

They planned on executing everyone

working on the project all at once.

If Desi hadn't called me...

What is that? Something?

Uh, I'm not sure yet.

- Uh, Mac?
- Yeah?

The label on the vial says
"Bothrops insularis".

Uh, yeah, it's a venom

from a snake breed called
the golden lancehead viper.

Aka one of the rarest and
deadliest snakes in the world,

found only on one island
off the coast of S�o Paulo.

The Brazilian government has
made it illegal to transport or own.

Bozer, how do you know all that?

Getting shot in the leg
gives you lots of time

to binge Planet Earth.

Hey, guys, uh, I'm not
really huge on snakes.

"The golden lancehead's venom

targets the nervous system of his prey

with pinpoint accuracy,

causing blood blisters,
intestinal bleeding,

tissue necrosis, hemorrhage!"

All right, that's great.
I'm just gonna...

The fact that the golden
lancehead is so deadly

is precisely why I needed its venom.

The more fast-acting a toxin is,

the better it is at attacking
cancerous tumors.

But how did you even get it in here?

Uh, insulated hair spray bottle

with a false bottom.

Guys, I think I found something.

Spyware embedded in the
OS of Frankie's laptop.

Someone's been logging
her every keystroke.

- What?
- It's reporting to a burner phone

not too far from here.

That's got to be the sasquatch
who attacked us.

Y-Yeah, and he could
have Frankie. Let's go.

All right, Riley. Where to?

The burner phone doesn't have GPS.

I was triangulating its
location using cell towers,

but now there's only one in range.

Come again?

It means he's in the park,

- but this is as close as I can get us.
- Right.

Looks like we're gonna
have to go old-school.

Form a dragnet,

start at the edge of the
park and work our way in.

Remember, if he makes
us before we make him,

our only lead to rescuing
Frankie is shot.

He's still here somewhere.

Everyone's covered up.

It's hard to get a visual.

Yeah, hang on. I've got an idea.

I can hijack the spyware

and send a script to the burner phone.

What kind of script?

The kind that overclocks
a lithium-ion battery.

Look out for a reaction.

Suspect ditched their phone.

We lost him.

Maybe not.

I've got one person
walking away, red hoodie.

He's off. He's off!

Sorry. Need to borrow this.

Hey, what the... ?

Who are you?

I'm Nina Harris with the
Department of Defense.

Check my coat pocket for my credentials.

Right.

Agent Harris, your bona fides check out.

And your superior agrees
that you should fill us in.

So he did.

If you work for the DoD, why'd you run?

I clocked someone tailing me,

did what I was trained to do.

That doesn't explain why
you were spying on my lab.

We flagged a very dangerous
substance being imported

- illegally from Brazil.
- Mm.

The, uh, snake venom

was being used for cancer research.

So we learned when we watched
Dr. Mallory's computer.

And we also learned that
her proprietary method

for extracting toxins from the venom

had potential alternative applications.

You're not just DoD, are you?

You're black budget.

Her group runs operations

that are illegal but necessary.

Or at least that's the
company motto, isn't it?

If one of our enemies is
gonna create a weapon,

it's better that we do it first.

What are we talking about here?

I approached Dr. Mallory
about using her technique

to engineer the golden lancehead venom

into a nerve agent
for the U.S. military.

What did Frankie say?

She refused.

Hold on.

Uh, you guys finish this up.

I'll meet you back at Phoenix.

Hang on, where are you off to?

Back to the lab.

Mac, Taylor said you left

in the middle of interviewing Nina.

Yes, earlier I found
this scrap of paper.

It's got Frankie's handwriting,
molecular equations...

related to golden lancehead
venom, but at the time...

I couldn't figure out... how.

And that's why you're trashing the
place that's already been trashed?

Okay, so one time at school,

another student, Frankie realized,

had hacked into her computer
and lifted parts of her thesis,

so...

the next semester she wrote
the entire thing out longhand

on legal paper and
hid it in her dorm room

under a floorboard.

So, Frankie refused Nina's offer

but then did the work in secret.

Frankie's disappearance, the murders...

all of this is happening
because she solved

how to turn the world's
deadliest snake venom

into a nerve agent.

Okay.

Everything Agent Harris
told us checks out,

but I still have more
questions, starting with:

what would be the timeline for someone

to transform Frankie's
ideas into a reality?

Short. According to her notes,
she cracked the whole thing.

How to extract toxins from
the golden lancehead saliva,

how to stabilize them, uh,
how to aerosolize those toxins.

The only real barrier
to production that I saw

was sourcing a supply of venom.

They didn't steal
your vial from the lab.

So we should proceed

as if someone's already
crossed over that threshold.

Agreed. Let's talk about leads.

He's still even uglier in person.

All attempts to I.D.
this man have failed,

so for now we're calling him UnSub One.

Likely a former soldier
hired by a terrorist group

or hostile regime to
obtain Frankie's research.

Well, that's one theory.

What's the other?

Frankie partnered with this man

and his team to stage a robbery,

and then she covered her tracks

by killing everyone
involved with the project.

W... Are...

- That's insane.
- Is it?

Yes. Frankie may have done
the science on paper,

but she'd never do that.

Have me killed? What
are you talking about?

Why?

The usual reason. Riley.

Last week $2 million

- was deposited into Frankie's account.
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Sent from a shielded account
in the Seychelles.

Why didn't Frankie tell you

she'd been approached by the DoD?

- I don't know.
- How did UnSub One

learn about the nerve agent

if you yourself didn't know about
the project in your own lab?

I don't know, but there's got to be

some sort explanation for this.

Yes, there is.

After Frankie was
turned down by the DoD,

she realized there was more money

to be made in the black market

and she reached out to this
man for help in pulling it off.

Okay, Mac, we need to be
open to all interpretations

of the evidence.

If Frankie were involved... if...

... how would we locate her?

In order to scale and
produce the nerve agent,

she would have to set up a lab.

Somewhere off the grid.

And I know the type
of equipment she likes.

I can cross-reference

lab equipment point
of sales from shipments

- to a single location.
- Let's do it.

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We came to the right place.

It doesn't make any sense.

If Frankie wanted to make money,
she could make money.

She became a scientist to help people.

People change, Mac.

I'm worried about more pressing
problems, like how do we get in?

I got an idea.

Problem: 30 feet of cement
wall and razor wire.

Solution? The scientific principles

behind my favorite Summer Olympic sport.

- Hold tight.
- He's not...

- Pole-vaulting?
- Oh, yeah.

A running pole-vaulter
builds up kinetic energy,

which is then transferred to the pole,

propelling the vaulter vertically.

Too bad Matty doesn't
give out gold medals.

Sick nasty.

You were hard on him before.

Who?

Unnecessarily.

One of my agents didn't disclose
he'd been running a secret lab

researching lethal
and illegal substances.

I have a right to be pissed
when it all goes pear-shaped.

This job requires a lot from us.

I won't fault Mac for wanting
something outside of it.

Ah, yes, there it is.

That excuse.

That justification for the lie.

That small fissure is
all it takes for something

far more sinister to slip its
claws in and tear us all apart.

Mercenaries for hire,

shady divisions of
democratic governments,

dangerous weapons.

You're thinking about the bioweapon

you built for the U.S.
government, aren't you?

Hades-X1 also started
off with good intentions.

At least that's the lie I fed myself.

The money helped it go down easy,

and the next thing I knew...

a weapon of mass destruction existed

with a patent issued to yours truly.

We've both done things
we're not proud of.

It's the price we pay for
the world we operate in.

Look, I've struggled

with the moral traps of
this job for a long time.

But at the end of the day, I've
made peace with the fact that...

there's just no simple answers.

Why is it so hot in here?

Huh.

What?

Uh, nothing.

Just, those are UVB lights,
also known as reptile lights.

That plus the temperature makes
it the perfect climate for...

Oh, oh, no, no, no.

No, don't say it, don't
say it, don't say it.

If you don't say it, I can
pretend they're not here.

Pretend what's not there?

You're making it worse.

Sorry.

Matty, bad news.

UnSub One has acquired a lot of venom.

He has everything he needs...

for the nerve agent.

Did you know the national animal
of Scotland is a unicorn?

Hello?

I'm in here!

- Hello?!
- Frankie?

- Hello?
- Frankie!

Uh, just hold on one second.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Here's another fun fact.

When a golden lancehead attacks,

its venom reacts with the iron

in the red blood cells of its prey...

... creating an acidic by-product

strong enough to eat
flesh and corrode metal.

Frankie, are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I am now.

I didn't think you guys were
gonna find me, thank you.

Listen, we talked to DoD,
I found your notebooks.

And this lab... what's going on?

Okay, I-I swear I had no choice.

The men who grabbed me, they said

they were gonna kill
Ben and Sandra and you

if I didn't do exactly what they said.

I swear.

You got to believe me.

I believe you.

We can talk about all of that later.

Priority is getting you out of here

before they force you
to finish that weapon.

Oh, but the nerve agent's done.

I already gave it to 'em.

Updated the composite with
the new info from Frankie,

still nothing.

Desi, animal control is on the
way to pick up those snakes.

Any luck getting the PMCs to talk?

Well, they're the strong, silent type.

That's warfighter code.

Soon as they talk,
they become unhireable.

Which means Frankie
remains our only hope.

Okay, go through her story again.

See if you can shake loose any details

that'll help us I.D. UnSub One

before he ghosts with that nerve agent.

Mac's working on it.

Ben and... Sandra.

I just can't believe it.

I'm so sorry, Frankie.

But you know what? I need your help.

Or they won't be the
last ones who get hurt.

Can you, uh, run us through the story?

Um...

I, uh... I was approached

by the DoD woman Nina Harris

to engineer a nerve agent from
the golden lancehead venom.

I said no. Of course I said no.

But once the idea was planted, you know,

it-it hooked onto my brain.

It became this...

this logic problem I couldn't
stop trying to solve.

You know, I needed to know
that the DoD was right.

That the techniques we developed
could make this weapon.

So I kept my work off-line.

And after a week of
all-nighters, I cracked it.

What about the $2 million deposited
into your bank account?

Okay, I know this is gonna sound crazy,

but a few days after I met
with Nina, it just showed up.

Two million bucks, just like that.

And then at the same
time, I-I started noticing

people, like, following me,
uh, noises on my phone, um,

a car parked outside
my place late at night.

At first I thought I was just
being paranoid, and then

I realized, if the DoD figured out

what I was capable of, then...

maybe somebody else did, too.

That's why you didn't tell me.
'Cause you were being watched.

You know, this all sounds very familiar.

Intimidation, cash falling from the sky.

What if Frankie was wrong
about who was following her?

Angus, Matilda and I are
gonna follow up on a lead.

You get Frankie somewhere safe.

Copy that.

All right, let's get out of here.

Oh.

If we don't move, it
can't see us, right?

Unfortunately, I don't think
T. rex rules apply here,

so we're just gonna slowly

back away towards the other exit.

Oh, whoa, there's another.

All right, everybody
keep your eyes open.

We have no idea how
many are out right now.

We are all aware that
they climb trees, right?

Yeah, but somehow being up here

makes me feel so much safer.

Mac, I read that when poachers
go on the island in Brazil,

they bring ultrasonic repellers.

Oh, Frankie, you're a genius.

Snakes' inner ears are fixed
to their jawbones,

only allowing them to hear
low-end sounds.

But vibrations of higher frequencies,

they can feel through
receptors in their skin.

- Frankie, that pole.
- Yeah.

Thank you.

All right, everyone.

Watch my back.

All right, everyone,

move my way... now!

All right, that's it, like
we're going out of business.

Everything must go.

Hey! You can't be in here!

Russel Taylor. Director
Webber, I presume?

You do not have permission to be here.

Oh, well, judging by how fast
your boys are packing up shop,

I'm guessing neither do you.

At least not officially, anyway.

And speaking of not following laws,

some details of your operation
have come to light

since our last conversation.

I answered all of your questions.

Yes, while omitting just enough
to stay out of trouble.

In fact, I realized I've been
in your exact position before.

And so I asked myself,

what would I do if Frankie
declined my offer?

Would I respectfully walk away?

No, not a chance.

I would go to plan B: intimidation.

Make the target think
they're being followed,

then spring the payday,

reconnect, but this time the
cash comes with protection.

Protection against the person
that you hired to scare her.

Matilda, what sort of chaps
would you use to do that?

Not DoD. Too much red tape.

Chaps like me.

Private muscle, professional,

dubious morals.

And that answers another question.

How did UnSub One even learn
about Frankie's research

in the first place if not even
MacGyver knew about it?

Unless he was one of the PMC chaps

that you hired to intimidate Frankie.

But I also know that murder

isn't in the DoD playbook.

So tell us, Nina,

what went wrong?

After we talked in the park,
I did some digging,

and I found out that the guys I hired

to intimidate Frankie
had gone to ground.

Hence the bug-out operation.
I see you're cutting ties.

Best I can tell, he saw
the bigger payday.

He killed the lab techs,
he abducted Frankie,

and he's probably forcing
her to finish the nerve agent.

Well, that all checks out,
except for the last part.

Frankie finished the
nerve agent, past tense.

Your rogue muscle already
has enough in his possession

to kill thousands.

So we need to know...

... who is he?

Donick Luca.

Court-martialed Marine turned mercenary.

Has a reputation for taking
jobs nobody else will.

I've got a rental in Donick's name

heading for the U.S.-Mexico border.

They're taking back
roads. Can I see this?

- Yeah.
- Look.

If we hurry, we can cut them off
at this gas station right there.

Give me directions to 945 Stoke Road,

Dulzura, California.

Please proceed to the highlighted route.

Des, we're 30 minutes out.

- Hit it.
- With pleasure.

Anyone got Donick?

He's not up front.

Not in back, either.

Mac?

Yeah? Is the nerve agent back here?

Half of it is.

Where's your boss and
the rest of the nerve agent?

Don't worry about it.

This truck will talk way
faster than he does.

Looks like they made one stop
between here and the lab.

San Diego Airport.

Boze, run a facial rec scan

at the international terminal.

Okay.

Got him.

Donick used an alias to
check into a flight to Ecuador

that's still boarding... and
get this, he checked a bag.

He checked a proprietary nerve
agent on a commercial flight?

They hedged their bets.

They sent half out
of the country by road

and half by air, hidden in plain sight.

I'm gonna ground all planes
and lock down the airport.

- Get there and secure that package.
- Copy that.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- What's wrong?

These guys used an iron-alloy
container for transport,

which would be fine,
except the TSA switched

to ionizing radiation for baggage scans.

Which destabilizes the formula
bonding the nerve agent...

the venom's gonna react with the iron.

- If we don't get that bag and contain the breach...
- Yeah.

Then everyone in the
airport will be exposed

to the nerve agent and die.

TSA and local police are
evacuating the airport,

but there are a lot of people
to move and it's gonna take time.

What about Donick?

Police didn't find him at his gate.

They're searching the airport now.

Then our only hope is that they find

the nerve agent before it eats through

the container and contaminates
everyone at the airport.

It's easier said than done.

All right, Mac,

each luggage tag has
a unique RFID signature

that gets scanned as it
moves through the system.

So we can use those scans

to find the suitcase with the weapon.

Exactly. All right, now,
somewhere around you,

look for a pink bag with a pony on it.

That's the bag Donick's using
to transport the nerve agent in?

No, but it's heading
towards Donick's bag,

and you're hitching a ride.

Well, good news, Matty, we found Donick.

He must have figured out why
the airport was closed down

and came to recover the
nerve agent before we did.

Mac, I know you've got your hands full,

but the train's about
to leave the station.

Go! I got him.

Okay, that was fun.

Can you stop this thing?

No, I'm operating on
read privileges only.

All right, what next?

Now, any minute you're gonna
be near another conveyor belt

traveling the opposite direction.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Mac.

The nerve agent's in a black

hard-shell suitcase.

It's coming your way on
a baggage cart in three...

two...

one.

I need some identifying feature.

The one you're looking for
has a built-in lock.

The containers are
already deteriorating.

I don't have enough time
to get it out of the airport.

Mac, what are you gonna do?

Improvise.

Wait a second. Riley,

all of these bags have been
scanned by the TSA, right?

Yeah. Why?

Okay. I need you to help
me with a shopping list,

starting with nail polish remover.

- Look for a makeup kit.
- All right.

Uh...

Red duffel, outside pocket.

- What else?
- Shaving cream.

Look for the oversized stuffed backpack

coming by you right now.

All right, now for the hard part. Glue.

Mac.

Canvas satchel, service
rack, right above you.

He's creating a fast-hardening sealant.

Frankie's right. I can't use another bag

to contain the aerosolized nerve agent,

because even a microscopic hole

would allow the toxin to escape.

However, when these
items are mixed together,

they'll expand to 30 times
their liquid volume

before hardening into an airtight shell.

Now, let's just hope that happens

before the nerve agent leaks.

It worked. It worked.

It's contained.

Great job, Mac.

Sit tight. Hazmat's on the way.

I'll notify local authorities
and let them know the threat

has been neutralized.

We have the nerve agent.

Placing it in containment now.

How you holding up?

Fine.

Told the hazmat team everything
they needed to know

for transport and disposal.

And I volunteered to work with them

until they develop an antidote.

That could take months.

Well, years, probably, but

eventually someone's gonna
discover the same thing I did,

- and we have to be ready.
- Yeah.

Hey, who better to lead the team
than the monster who created it?

Frankie.

This mess is as much
my fault as it is yours.

Well, there's plenty
of blame to go around.

You know, this cancer
treatment could still work.

It's a good idea, Mac.

But honestly I wish I'd never
walked into that pet shop.

All right, talk soon.

So, uh...

remember that, uh,
secret that I was keeping?

It kind of sort of blew up in my face.

Yeah.

But even if it hadn't, I'd
still owe you an apology.

So...

Apology accepted.

Thank you.

But you're still not off the hook.

I want an explanation on why you did it.

The real reason.

Just, at the time it felt like...

Codex was infecting
everything around me,

and I just wanted to do
this one good, pure thing

the world couldn't get
its hands on and mess up.

And the irony is, I was
willing to do a whole lot

that I'm not proud of to make it happen.

Was that so hard?

All right. I got to go talk to Matty.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Hey, boss. You wanted to see me?

Yeah. Close the door.

Let me start by saying I'm sorry.

I really should have...

told you what Frankie
and I's research entailed.

This isn't about the research.

It's not?

No.

Mac, when you asked me for funding

for cancer research
in your father's name,

it was my choice not to
ask you any questions.

I knew that it was something
that you wanted, needed

to do alone.

And I understand why.

I wouldn't have agreed otherwise,

because I trust you.

And so I hope that this trust

is a two-way street, because...

we may need to lean on each
other now more than ever.

Of course.

What's going on?

When we searched Donick's belongings,

we found a cell phone.

The last message received
included a location

for a dead drop to
deliver the nerve agent.

- The message was from the buyer?
- Yes.

Signed with this.

Codex?

But... who? How?

I don't know.

But if someone's using Codex's
encrypted communication system,

- it could mean...
- Somebody's putting the band back together.