All language subtitles for 5X15 MacGyver - Abduction + Memory + Time + Fireworks + Dispersal

Previously on MacGyver...

- It's in the tear gas.
- What's in the tear gas?

Nanoscopic tracking devices.

Something's wrong with my hands.

It's the nano-trackers.

That's what's causing the issue
with Mac's hands.

It was my mission,

and one way or another,
I'm gonna fix it.

Meet Orson Marcato.

Orson stole the tech

and developed it himself.

This is the mastermind we need to find.

Nice work, Mac.

You got through the gatekeeper.

Pick your poison?

I would love a Scotch.

Cresta's right next to Bozer.

Let me know if I can
get you something else.

I'm feeling lucky.

Not lucky enough, I guess.

Damn it!

Tired of this, man!

Every time I come here,
I'm always losing my money.

I'm going through a divorce,
she's takin' my money,

y'all takin' my money...
everybody taking my money!

Give me some money!
Can I win? Can I be lucky?

Riley, you're in the clear.

- Desi, you're a go for the tracker.
- Yes. All right.

- Well done.
- How about I grab you something special?

Nothing like a little bubbly
to brighten the mood.

And a glass for my friend here, too.

I'd love that.

Where's your restroom?

Right this way.

Target is chipped.

Now get out of there, guys.

_

Made it to the extraction point

with High-Roller Boze.

Well done, chaps.
Now we can track Cresta

and apprehend him and the buyer.

Now let's get out of here
before someone confuses me

for their sugar daddy.

Can you even afford to be a sugar daddy?

Absolutely not.

Mac, Riley, what's your status?

Mac?

Mac, Riley, come in.

Their comms are off-line.

You just reached MacGyver...

Mobiles went straight to voice mail.

Yes, there's no sign of them

on the satellite feed, either.

I'm sending a tac team
to sweep the area.

All units be advised, this is now

a priority personnel recovery op.

Angus MacGyver and
Riley Davis are missing.

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So we have multiple tac teams
surveilling all of L.A. County.

Local authorities are
covering all airports,

highways and ports of entry.

Yes, our contacts at the FBI
and Homeland Security

are on full alert. Matty,
anything on your end?

I'm working my government
contacts at the DoD,

- but still no luck yet.
- A little bit of good news: Mac and Riley

haven't turned up at any
of the local hospitals.

Hey, is anyone there?

Mac, is that you?

Where are you guys?

I got a 20 on their location.

Mac, Riley... are you okay?

Yeah, we're fine.

- Why?
- I'm sending a tac team to your location.

Stay put until we get there.

Y'all just about gave me a heart attack.

- Chill out, Boze.
- Don't ever scare me like that again.

Are you guys okay?

What happened to you guys?

And how'd y'all get way out here?

Wait, this isn't the extraction point?

No. We were supposed to meet
two blocks from the bakery.

I don't understand.

You guys went missing for an entire day.

That can't be right.

What's the last thing you remember?

It's a little fuzzy, I guess.

Yeah, uh, I remember
exiting the speakeasy.

And then after that, nothing.

Did the tests reveal anything unusual?

We're still piecing it together.

When we tried to draw your blood,

we noticed you both
have collapsed veins.

And we discovered that both of you
have been poked and prodded

over 237 times.

As though someone was running you

- both through a gauntlet of tests.
- Like lab rats.

S-So not only were we kidnapped,

we were experimented on.

For 24 hours?

Why?

And neither of you have a history
of amnesia or dementia?

No. Clean bill of health.

Besides the nano-trackers, nothing.

Do you remember anything
about the car that grabbed you?

Was it a leather or fabric interior?

Or was it more of a circular spaceship?

- I got nothing.
- You know what? Honestly, this has just been a lot.

Can we just... I'd like to go
home and get some sleep,

- if that's okay.
- Yeah, I second that.

No, no, no. Sorry, guys,
we're on lockdown.

The only way I'll let you off-site

is if you agree to stay under one roof

with a tac team on guard.

Sleepover at Mac's? I'm down.

Hopefully we'll have more
answers in the morning

once Dr. Sandria's team runs blood work.

So your job tonight is to sleep.

No truth or dare

or spin the bottle or whatever

you get up to in your time off.

What you get up to in your time off?

Why do I feel like he was talking at me?

_

Whitley Strieber says heightened senses

are side effects of
post-abduction contact.

Have you experienced any of that?

If "annoyed" was a sense, then yes.

Boz, you know I think
it's statistically possible

for life to exist elsewhere
in the galaxy,

but I think it's highly improbable
that we were abducted

by aliens near Staples Center.

Hey.

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

Just been a little on edge.

Yeah, I get it.

I'm really happy that you're home.

Yeah, me, too. I just...

I wish I could enjoy it.

It's like, whoever kidnapped us

also experimented on us?

Why? What are they doing
with that data, and why us?

It's horrifying.

I just wish I could remember
something. Anything.

Hey.

Maybe you'll get some
clarity in the morning.

Yeah.

You're right.

It's the scariest thing.

They took away control over my body.

Totally violating, isn't it?

Yeah.

I just wish we could do
something instead of just rest.

Maybe there is.

I couldn't wait for Dr. Sandria's team,

so I swiped a blood sample.

Something's off with the oxygenation.

It's a different color.

Something possibly related to
why we can't remember anything.

We were drinking at the card game.

Maybe...

Maybe someone slipped
something in our drink.

A sedative.

Sedatives can cause selective amnesia.

Maybe we can initiate recall by
inducing state-dependent memory.

You pulled my mission outfit

from the hamper?

Well, we have to recreate
the external environment

of the card room to a T,
meaning wearing the same clothes

that we were wearing on the op.

And if we do this right,

memories of the blackout
should flood right back.

I'm gonna put on these smelly clothes,

but only because I love you.

- Thanks. Appreciate it.
- Um,

where do you even buy these?

I, uh, have a guy.

Were you able to get surveillance
photos of the card room?

Come on, Mac.

Perfect. All right.

Let's turn my living room
into an illegal gambling den.

In order to trigger memories using

state-dependent memory
theory, we need to recreate

every possible aspect of the card game.

When I entered the room,

I remember seeing High-Roller Boze

and Cresta sitting next to him.

And there were two other players
sitting at the table as well.

I got a Scotch from Desi just as Bozer

lost it all.

Damn it!

Bozer made a scene at the bar,

which was the perfect distraction

so that Riley could use
some sleight of hand and...

Oh. All right. My lucky day.

Then Desi offered Cresta some bubbly

while she slipped a tracking
microchip under his collar.

And then I excused myself
and followed Riley out.

- Anything?
- No, after I dealt the final hand,

I went out the back door.

And then I followed
Riley. Then, after that,

I'm drawing a blank.

Maybe we should just call it a night.

Why can't I remember this?

Um... Let's just do it again.

Maybe you should give it some time.

Side note, I've got matching pj's

for our sleepover. Movie time?

Matching pj's? Really?

I may or may not have bought them

as early Christmas presents.

Could everybody just be quiet?

Back up, give me some space.

I need to think.

So I followed after Riley,

and I must've ended
up out on the street.

Hey. I think you should just rest.

I'll get some rest
after I figure this out.

I just need some space.

I can't believe you
actually put them on.

After snapping at Boze,
I kind of felt like I had to.

Any memories?

You?

No.

Can't sleep?

Bozer's snoring aside,

I'm afraid if I do go to sleep,
I'm gonna wake up

to find I've missed
another day of my life.

We're safe here tonight.

Yeah, I know. I just...

figured watching a movie would
help me put my mind at ease.

You know what? That's a great idea.

I need to relax and
stop being so grumpy.

They know it's not personal.

Do they?

Yeah.

They can't possibly understand.

What I mean is...

it's different for you and I.

And it has been ever since
we inhaled the nano-trackers.

I mean, people can say, "It'll be fine".

- "Don't worry".
- Yeah.

And it's all well-intentioned,

but it does absolutely nothing

to ease my anxiety.

Does anything?

I don't know.

Talking to the only person
who actually understands

what I'm going through.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

So...

Die Hard?

Yes.

Yes.

- Oh, you want this blanket?
- Yes, please.

It's freezing in here.

All right.

Get down, get down!

I just had the weirdest dream.

Yeah. Me, too.

_

This-this is creepy.

Why are we having the same dream?

What do... You saw these same images?

Yes. More or less.

Then these aren't...

They're not dreams. They're memories.

Uh, recreating the speakeasy
must've worked,

just not as fast as I thought.

What else did you see?

It looked like an almond grove.

Brilliant.

We're gonna need backup.

Come on, let's go.

Hey.

- Des. Des.
- What?

- What?
- Des, Des. Hey.

- Did Matty call?
- No, our memories are coming back.

We need to get to Lost Hills, ASAP.

Slow down. Memories?

Yes. We're having flashbacks
from yesterday.

So, you guys want to

sense memory your way back
to where you were held?

You know me so well.

Okay, I'm in.

What's going on?

I knew y'all were gonna love my jammies.

Knew it!

Hey, look, I think we figured out
where we were held captive.

You want to go for a drive?

Hey, if I'm gonna die,

I want to do it with my best friends.

In matching pj's.

Fighting aliens.

But did y'all forget about our
tac team-sized problem outside?

He's right. We're trapped.

No. Not if we have a
secret escape hatch.

What is this?

Everything I need, in case
Murdoc decides to show up again.

I call it: MacGyver's Hideout.

Feels like "Mac Cave" is the
cooler option, but you do you.

Okay, so this will drop
us out onto the hillside

underneath the back deck,

and then we can sneak into
the neighboring property

- and then climb over the garage.
- What car?

Security's got eyes on all of ours.

I know someone who owes us a favor.

_

_

You'd think the Krengels
owning a cleaners

would have a clean car.

Wait, that convenience
store right there,

- that looks familiar.
- _

Okay, good. Anything else?

Yeah, this park.

Oh, there's a-a bridge and...

... an elementary school.

He's right. Keep going, guys.

Are there any landmarks?

Just an abandoned warehouse.

That's it.

This is the place.

Whoever worked here cleaned it good.

Not "whoever".

"Whatever".

I could have you all fired for this.

It's just you.

Just me?

Really?

I am so disappointed in all of you.

Disobeying Matty.

- Forcing me to follow you.
- Hold up.

Guys, look.

Cord's been cut.

There's one up here, too.

Covered their tracks.

If we're gonna find the
people who kidnapped us,

it's gonna take a miracle.

What could've possibly possessed you

to leave in the middle of the night

with no backup?

Please tell me that
you were at least able

to recover something from the warehouse?

Well, even though they left in a hurry,

everything was wiped clean.

These weren't amateurs.

Everyone coming and going

from the warehouse was careful,

but we were able to get a partial image

of a pedestrian leaving

during Mac and Riley's missing hours

from a street cam a few blocks away.

What, that's all we've got?

Not all.

I ran the image through
a 3D image simulator.

And I ran that simulation

through facial recognition,
and we got a hit.

Jennifer Poole.

She's a scientist at
Navala Pharmaceuticals.

I think we found Marcato's
right-hand woman.

Thought you could hide, hmm?

Not from us.

We have your laptop.

It's only a matter of time

before we find out what you
and Marcato did to my agents.

Looks like Poole broke
the disk on her hard drive.

With our time crunch, that
makes retrieving the data

virtually impossible.

Good thing "virtually impossible"
is my middle name.

And I'm kind of an expert
at cracked things.

Guys, meet Brooklyn and Sara.

This is my dysfunctional family.

Boss, Matty. Genius, MacGyver.

Resident bad-ass, Desi.

Call me Double-O Boze.

Yeah, not gonna happen.

So, where's the victim?

- Oof...
- Mm...

Look, don't worry, Mama's
gonna get you all fixed up.

So, tell me...

What did you do with my agents?

No?

Taylor, we found something.

What do we have?

We're still retrieving
data, but we did find

a piece of a video file
with the same time stamp

from when Mac and I went missing.

Rise.

Run into the wall, full speed.

- What the... ?
- That explains why my shoulder's been killing me.

It is definitely you in the video.

That's Riley.

Destroy your cot.

Engage in combat.

- I don't remember any of this.
- Yeah, neither do I.

Shoot him.

Shoot him.

That's...

That's not me.

I would never do something like this.

Well, it's clear that whatever they did

to the nanobots in your body
allows them to control you.

If they can be dispersed in the air,

anyone can breathe them
in and be controlled...

... turning them into
the ultimate weapon.

These experiments aren't just the work

of a few rogue scientists.

Someone powerful is behind all this.

Mind control.

Very impressive.

Don't bother trying to deny it.

We have enough evidence on
your hard drive to put you away

for a very long time.

Besides, from scientist to scientist...

... a discovery like this
isn't meant to be hidden.

How did you do it?

The nanobots were already
inside your bodies.

You had the hardware, we
just rebooted the software.

Marcato was developing
new experimental tech

to help with depression,

but it had unintended yet
fascinating side effects.

And thanks to you, we
were able to confirm that.

And Marcato?

What's his endgame? Hmm?

Planning another dispersal? Where?

Any clues on Marcato's location?

Nothing definitive,

just a lot of research

on event venues in Washington D.C.

A mass dispersal at the
nation's capital does fit

the "evil mastermind" bill.

Countless foreign adversaries
would pay a pretty penny

for mind control over American citizens.

Well, there's one way to find out.

Mac, you got all that?

When is Marcato planning
the dispersal in D.C.?

How did you... ?

There's nothing you can do to stop it.

They're hosting the National

Military Appreciation Celebration

with a big fireworks display.

Well, thousands of active military,

veterans and their families
are gonna be in attendance.

Yeah.

If the nanobots were in the fireworks...

half of D.C. could be infected.

Who's helping Marcato?

Who funded you?

Marcato's experiments were
funded by the U.S. government.

That's impossible.

Our government doesn't target its own.

You so sure about that?

You okay?

I shot a gun.

Tiny robots inside my body
made me kill someone. Me!

Yeah, but that's not who you are.

But how can I trust who I am anymore?

If they can make me shoot a gun,
they can make me build a bomb.

I...

Yeah, but that didn't happen.

Thankfully, they were controlled tests.

But you weren't the one out of control.

And the government was behind it all?

What if they do it again?

What if they flip a switch and
they make me shoot one of you?

Hey, we all have your back.

And I won't let anyone hurt you.

- It's like I got hacked.
- And y'all thought

my theories about aliens were crazy.

I've always made my own way.

If I want to do something,

- it's my choice, no one else's.
- This is bigger than aliens, man.

All right, and that evil scientist

is still out there with
more of these things?

Shoot, I mean, the salt on my peanuts

could be baby robots.

Mm-mm.

- Mm-mm. I knew I should've bought that bunker.
- Bozer!

I hit Mac.

Someone made you do it, Riley.

Just 'cause someone made
me do it doesn't mean

it didn't happen.

For the government to manipulate
our agents like that...

I'm not gonna just believe
the desperate confession

of an accomplice without
finding out the truth myself.

Which is why I've asked
for an emergency meeting

with the Government Oversight Committee.

This is all my fault.

It's because of me
this technology got out

into this world; because of Silas.

Russ, you can't blame yourself.

Listen to me. Marcato
is still out there,

and he's the only one
that has the answer

as to how to get these
things out of Mac and Riley.

This happened to our
agents on our watch.

And make no mistake,
we're going to fix this.

Yes, you always could give
a good pep talk, Matty.

Good. Because I need you focused.

This is our one shot to grab Marcato.

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? They come from the cities ?

? And they come from
the smaller towns... ?

Don't suppose we have
time for a quick bite?

I could smash a half-smoke right now.

Not likely, Boze.

Looks like we don't have
long before showtime.

No time to evacuate everyone
or even distribute protection.

Look at all these innocent people.

This isn't just military,
these are their families,

children, grandparents.

We have to stop this.

If I can get to the control booth,

I should be able to shut down
the pyrotechnics program.

Any ideas how I'll get in?

I've always wanted to, uh,

play an exuberant American.

Right!

? Hey! ?

What is the reason for this?

- I've got ribs going.
- I just received confirmation

of a planned attack
against American citizens

at a military celebration today,

and a confession from a conspirator

who claims that the U.S.
government is behind it.

Double-check our secured line.

Make sure we're not being recorded.

Hey, excuse me. We can't see. Hello?

We camped out since
8:00 a.m. for this spot.

Hot dog!

I didn't see your name
on it, did I, partner?

This is still a free country,
ain't it? Am I right?

Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi!

Get that giant monstrosity
out of here, you wanker!

Bozer, with the last-minute accent?

You can just take it up
your tailpipe and shove it,

Mr. Mary Poppins!

Laying it on thick, aren't we, boys?

I'm an American
citizen, so that means...

We've cleared the fence.
Thanks for the show, guys.

I'm in.

Uh-oh.

We don't have time for Uh-ohs.

Pyrotechnic software should have

an emergency shut-off,
but this one's disabled.

Mercato must have covered his bases.

Yeah, he sure did.

We don't think of something,

this show's going off in five minutes.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh, what?

I thought there was no time for uh-oh.

I don't think my Swiss Army knife's

gonna cut through this in four minutes.

I knew that the U.S. government

couldn't possibly be funding

Orson Marcato's plan
for a mass dispersal

of invasive nanobots on U.S. soil.

We did fund some of
Marcato's research, yes.

How could you?

Nano-technology is the
next industrial revolution.

Once the nanobots are dispersed,

we've merely laid the infrastructure.

But the future benefits will be seismic.

They can also deliver chemotherapy

to specific cells in the body,
eliminating all side effects,

and perform cellular repair
that could expand our lifespan

for hundreds of years.

My agents are not to be used,

manipulated or experimented upon

for your benefit.

On the contrary,

I believe they took an oath to serve.

And what about all those
children, grandparents...

Ms. Webber, now that you've
assumed Oversight's role,

it comes with certain knowledge
and expectations.

The question is, are you
willing to play at this level?

Oh. You want me to play ball.

I think it's what Jim MacGyver
would have done.

And that's why we threw
your tea overboard.

- 'Cause you're not the boss of me.
- I don't even like tea.

I'm more of a lemonade man.

Here.

We have a hit.

Orson Marcato last spotted

in the southwest corner of
the park. He's headed west.

You know what?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Oh, he's British. He's sorry.

Oh, oh... Let's go!

Bingo.

He was on the launch
platform last night.

It looks like he only tampered
with one section

of the fireworks. If I overlay
the launch blueprints...

The nanobots are in the finale.

Ah, of course, because the finale makes

the most smoke for maximum dispersal.

Well, which one's the finale?

Mac, Desi,

the show's starting.
Get out of there, now.

? O say can you see... ?

Riley, there's letters on one axis

and numbers on the other.

Can you navigate me to the finale bank?

- I can try.
- Hey!

Get out of there! Now!

Mac, go.

Officers, I'm really,
really sorry about this.

? And bright stars ?

? Through the perilous fight... ?

T-12. The finale bank is at T-12.

- "D" as in David?
- "T".

"T" like tango. Mac, we gotta go.

There's no time to put it out.

I'm not gonna put it out,
I'm gonna set it off.

- Are you crazy?
- Just grab as many mortars as you can.

? And the rockets' red glare ?

? The bombs bursting... ?

- There he is.
- Oh!

? In air... ?

Fireworks are like rockets.

You create a blast in a confined tube

so the only way to go is up.

If you increase the
blast exponentially...

say, by adding extra explosives...

you increase your thrust,
creating super-rockets

capable of blasting ten
miles above the earth

and safely dispersing the
nanobots into the ozone layer.

Okay! Get back!

? Of the... ?

You also get quite a show.

? Brave. ?

Tell me how to get these
things out of me. Now.

You can't.

There has to be a way, so tell me!

No. Your government doesn't want you to.

Marcato's cooperating.

Gave up all his research.

Did they find a way

to get rid of the nano-trackers?

Unfortunately, no.

Uh, guys,

I asked Dr. Sandria to join us.

Mac,

when you dispersed the
nanobots in the atmosphere,

the lack of oxygen caused them to die.

But what if the opposite could work?

You mean use excess O2 to destroy them?

If we put you in a hyperbaric chamber,

we can increase the absorption
of oxygen in your blood

until all the nanobots die.

Unfortunately, we don't know
how much pressure we'll need

to destroy the nanobots.

And as we increase the pressure,
the side effects can get worse.

It can lead to brain damage
and memory loss,

and in the worst-case scenario...

death.

I'm starting to regret
this idea already.

Well, the Phoenix will support
whatever you decide.

I got a question.

So both of you guys know about
the escape hatch in this house

and just left me in the
dark all these years?

Uh...

Ooh.

- Give it up!
- If it makes you feel any better,

I completely forgot about it.

I didn't.

I remember the first time you
almost used it when The Ghost

rigged the house to blow
with you and Jack inside.

- Oh, yeah,
- Well, thank God you didn't.

This place would have
been a pile of ashes.

We've faced a lot of
psychopaths over the years.

- Mm-hmm.
- Helman, Murdoc...

The Ghost.

Don't forget Mason.

Teague,

- General Ma, Silas.
- Leland, the Merchant.

Basically, all the Codex nutbags.

And after all the enemies
that we've faced,

I never imagined it would
be something microscopic

that might actually kill me.

Kill us.

I want to go first, Riley,

in the hyperbaric chamber.

I want to test the side
effects before you do.

No way.

If we're gonna do it, we gotta
do it the way we always have:

together.

So you've both decided
to go through with it?

I know it's scary.

I need to know that you'll be there.

Will you help us?

Yeah. I'll be there.

No matter what happens.

Boze,

I need to know you'll
be there by my side.

Brothers for life.

Brothers for life.

Yeah.

When facing a risky procedure

where your body could
undergo oxygen toxicity,

it's important to not lose
touch with what matters.

Ensuring communication
with those you love

most in the world.

That's for you.

Hyperbaric chambers act
like a Faraday cage.

You can't use radio waves,

so I rigged these walkie-talkies

so that we can be in
constant communication.

- Hey, Boze?
- Yeah.

This is gonna work, and when it does,

you can give this back to me.

Yeah.

All good to go.

Mac?

All right, let's do this.

Increasing the pressure
to 2.8 atmospheres.

How long do they have to be
exposed to this level of pressure?

Depends. Treatments can last

from two minutes to two hours.

2.1 atmosphere.

2.4 atmospheres.

This better or worse

than being trapped in a
sarcophagus with Jack in Cairo?

Well...

I would say it's, um...

pretty much on par.

But the company is far better.

It's working.

Good news, Riley.

Your nanobots have
started deteriorating.

Riley?

You are officially clear
of the nanobots.

Dialing back Riley's pressure to normal.

Mac's nanobot count hasn't moved.

Hey, cutie. Time to kick this thing.

Hey, uh, Dr. Sandria?

Is it possible to up the atmospheres?

Pressure puts you at risk for
lung, ear and brain damage.

Few minutes. I mean, if
they're anything like Riley's,

then we hit the right amount of pressure

and, uh, they'll deteriorate quickly.

Plus, I run the same amount of risk

being in here longer anyways.

Well, it's worth a try.

Dr. Sandria, go ahead.

Increasing to 3.5 atmospheres.

You're over 120 feet deep now, Mac.

Come on, Mac.

You can do this.

Come on, Mac.

And we have a decline.

Something's wrong with Mac!

Mac! Mac! Mac!

Mac, can you hear me?!

Mac! Mac, wake up!

No, no, no, no! Mac!

Get him out of there right now!

Dialing back to 2.8 atmospheres.

- Well, we got to do something!
- Get him out of there!

If the pressure change is too fast,

we risk decompression sickness

- and we won't be able to resuscitate him.
- We're losing him!

- Mac!
- Let him out!

Mac! Taylor, get me out, get me out.

Unlock it!

Mac!

2.2 atmospheres.

2.1 atmospheres.

Don't leave me.

1.8 atmospheres.

Not like this.

Don't leave me...

Mac? Mac?

Mac?

Mac?

He's breathing.

Let's get him out of there.

Is there brain damage?

Is he gonna he remember us?

We won't know until he
regains consciousness.

Did it work?

Are we nanobot-free?

We're nanobot-free, Mac.

It's about time.

Welcome back.

Don't ever scare me
like that again, man.

Watching you flatline,

I can't shake that.

I can only imagine.

Literally, because I
have no memory of it.

Probably better that way.

Mac, you were dead for seconds,

but it felt like an eternity.

I guess it just wasn't my time.

Thank God for that.

Matty, I've been thinking a lot.

I don't think I can do this anymore.

Mac, you have been through so much.

I think that you should
take some time off

before you make any rash decisions.

This isn't rash. I was abducted,

experimented on and
I had my memory wiped.

And the government that I've
been serving for over a decade,

in the Army and here at the Phoenix,

they knew.

They didn't just know,
they funded the research.

I'm just as shocked regarding

the government's involvement as you are.

Do you want to know the
crazy thing about all of this?

If they had just asked for volunteers

to track the benefits of nanotechnology,

I would've signed up.

In the name of science.

But to do this, to use
us as guinea pigs,

without our consent, it's disgusting.

I agree and I understand.

But the work that we do at
the Phoenix, it's different.

Not if they control the intel

and the purse strings.

We'll figure something out.

I already have.

Thank you all for coming back in.

Uh, there is an announcement.

One that couldn't wait.

You all mean the world to me.

And there's nothing I'm more proud of

than the work we've done
here at the Phoenix.

But...

given the discovery that the government

was behind our kidnapping

and experiments and turned
a blind eye to thousands

of servicemen and women...

and their families.

And much of what we do here,

albeit rewarding work,

it's overseen

and funded by the U.S. government.

A government which I can

no longer serve in
this official capacity.

What are you saying?

Today's my last day.

You're the one that brought
me into the Phoenix.

If you're hanging up your comms,

so am I.

Me, too.

There's many more ways
to serve our country.

You sprung me out of prison and
my life's never been the same.

So... I'm out, too.

Taylor, Matty, I apologize.

I didn't think this was gonna happen.

No need to apologize.

We just, uh,

wanted to make sure you would, um,

consider all your options.

Before you quit, we
thought you should know.

Taylor and I have decided to cut

all government ties.

The Phoenix is now fully autonomous.

From now on, no more
government contracts.

We'll only take on missions
of our choosing.

Can you do that?

I mean, financially?

Well, when you have as
much money as, as I do...

... one can do...

whatever they damn well please.

If you are in...

I hope you'll join me

in a toast. Here's to...

the next chapter of our
work here at the Phoenix.

From now on, it's us against the world.

Doing whatever we damn well please.

And having each other's back.

Because that's what family does.

You're right.

We have each other and
that's all we've ever needed.

Whoa!

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