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MAN: Listen, I get it. I trespassed, took some photos.

But we can skip this whole rendition room thingy.

I mean, you're not gonna good cop/bad cop me,

because that's so '90s, right?

And from what I hear, you're way cooler than that.

You know, I've never said this before during an interrogation,

but, please, just stop talking.

- Copy that. - We searched your bag.

Where'd you get that?

It's the task force I worked with.

So you're law enforcement?

I was. Not anymore.

It's a long story.

Who are you?

This is the Phoenix Foundation, right?

Where MacGyver works?

My name is Jerry Ortega.

Not interested in your name, Jerry.

- Who are you? - I'm the guy in the shadows,

who sees through the chaos.

I'm here to save you.

Whoa. Okay, that was a little dramatic.

How do you know MacGyver?

He went to Hawaii a while ago.

Helped Five-O.

He brought a sidekick with him.

A big guy, buzz cut, huge karaoke fan.

Jack.

- Yeah, that's right. - So, Jerry Ortega

of the Five-O Task Force, what brings you here?

Well, for a while now, I've been tracking online rumors

about a terrorist organization trying to bring about

the end of the world.

And word is some mystery group sent them running.

I put it together, and all roads lead to MacGyver.

So I called up my old boss, Steve McGarrett,

asked for an address, and, voilà, here I am.

I guess I spooked security.

(QUIETLY): Yes, I'd say he's pretty harmless.

Just a...

nosy conspiracy theorist.

That's rude.

- I prefer "truth hunter". - All right then.

Truth hunter.

We'll be back.

You think you stopped Codex, but you didn't.

They're still out there,

talking to each other.

♪♪

How do you know?

I know

because they're talking to me, too.

♪♪

- Synced and corrected by Firefly - - www.addic7ed.com -

We recovered this message from a cell phone

on a previous op.

I tracked similar single-use burners,

mapped to other intercepted messages.

This pattern here indicates an upper-level Codex operative

in the area.

So, you said that Codex was talking to you?

I tracked them to the dark web, created an alias,

pretended I wanted to join the cause.

We traded a few messages.

How do you know it was them?

Because someone forgot to activate their VPN

when signing on.

Lasted about half a second.

That was enough for me to grab an IP address.

I traced it to a bunker in Montana

before the whole killer volcano thing.

(DOOR OPENS)

There's been a change of plans.

Mac, Desi, Riley, you're with me on the jet.

Taylor, Bozer, stay with the Codex lead.

DESI: You're...

going into the field?

Wheels up in ten.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES) - Matty?

What could be more important than Codex?

Mac, I need your help on this one, okay?

It's personal.

Okay.

MAN: Zero, two, five,

five, eight. Zero, two...

Sounds like an old numbers station transmission.

But I thought the CIA stopped using those.

Are you familiar with an intelligence officer

by the name of Ian Cain?

Cain? Yeah. Of course.

The guy's a Cold War legend.

He holds the record for getting defectors

across the Berlin Wall.

I mean, in the '80s, he single-handedly stopped

a Russian military coup against Gorbachev.

Saved the entire peace process.

He also saved my life

more times than I'd like to remember.

Cain and I were partnered on some of my earlier ops.

Two days ago, he sent me this message from his post

at a CIA station in Slovenia.

It's an SOS. He's in trouble.

- Any details? - No.

And that's what concerns me. I mean, in the past,

we've always had a protocol:

throw up the bat signal, await further instruction.

I got the SOS, but then nothing followed.

Just two days of radio silence.

Whatever happened,

we may be too late.

♪♪

_

_

Are we sure this is the place?

It's a clandestine office.

Its cover is an import/export insurance company,

but the whole building's a CIA front.

Cain's still not picking up.

Don't suppose we have bolt cutters in the trunk?

No, but...

I did see a toolbox.

MACGYVER: A bolt cutter uses a complicated leverage system

to produce enough power to cut through tempered steel.

But two wrenches can create enough torque

to break the tempered steel.

♪♪

Where is everyone?

(ALARM SOUNDS)

WOMAN: Attention. Please follow the emergency action plan

for the destruction of sensitive materials.

This is an immediate evacuation.

Sounds like they got their burn bags

- and got the hell out of here. - No.

Cain would never abandon his post.

He's got to be here somewhere.

You know, my dad once told me

that all the old embassy spies, they had "boltholes".

Hidden offices that no one else knew about.

And they were usually on the top floor,

next to the antennas.

Knowing Cain, it'd probably be tucked away, like a bank vault.

That's what I'm counting on.

♪♪

(SIGHS)

MACGYVER: If Cain's office isn't part

of the original building structure, and it's fortified,

it'll be heavier than the rest of the offices on the floor,

and create an incline.

The incline may even be too slight to measure with a level,

but it will be enough to distort the momentum

of a small moving object.

Zero, seven, four,

two, seven, nine; it's our fail-safe code.

(BEEPING)

Ian!

He's still alive. We gotta get him to the hospital.

It's okay.

- (ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES) - And so that's how you can tell

that the moon landing was filmed in Morocco.

- What? - Wow.

This place is awesome.

We got a good start with your message logs,

but let's hook you up to the mainframe,

see what else we can pull from your chat routing.

Is that an electron microscope?

(CHUCKLES) I've always wanted to...

What in the evil robot apocalypse is that?

That's Sparky.

Hang on, you have a robot?

At Five-O we have a table, and everyone's all,

"Oh, cool computer table".

It's just a big stupid iPad.

Sparky's on sabbatical.

He was getting a little too full of himself.

This is impressive.

But don't give him any personal information,

'cause AI is dangerous,

and they're gonna rise up and murder us all.

He knows where I live.

(QUIETLY): Ooh, mistake.

- You say something? - Big mistake.

(CHATTER IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Webber.

What took you so long?

Stop for a picnic on the way?

Well, if you had left me some intel

instead of fainting like a delicate flower,

it would have been sooner.

It's an honor, sir.

Who's this, your intern?

This is Angus MacGyver.

The famous MacGyver. Apologies.

- I need a cappuccino with extra foam. - Ian!

I'm just messing with him. It'll put hair on his chest.

Matty says you're good, kid.

I'm looking forward to seeing you prove it.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Tell me what happened.

A couple weeks ago,

my staff...

every patient in there,

they started getting sick.

Migraine headaches, nausea, dizziness.

And then it got weird.

Behavioral problems.

(CLAMORING ECHOING)

Folks just started acting irrational.

Got downright angry and paranoid.

Once I knew my people were in trouble,

I pulled the plug and I put 'em in the hospital.

Why didn't you evacuate?

Needed answers.

Are there any dangerous materials stored on-site?

Honestly, kid, it's mostly paperwork,

but we do have a bunch

of Cold War relics down in the basement.

It's a quiet posting. That's why I took it.

Okay. You rest. We'll strategize.

Okay.

Hey. Thanks for coming.

You were there for me when my life went sideways.

It's the least I can do.

(GROANS)

RILEY: The doctors are baffled.

Apparently, the blood work's not giving them any answers either.

Possibilities?

Frankly, hundreds.

A naturally occurring pathogen like black mold,

chemical exposure, viral bacteriological...

- Ian. - (EXCITED CHATTER)

(MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY)

DOCTOR: Mr. Cain, can you hear me?

His condition is deteriorating rapidly.

We need to move him.

Mac, I need you to pull that building apart brick by brick.

We need to figure out what's causing this.

I'm gonna figure something out. I promise.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

MACGYVER: The trouble with looking

for an unknown contaminant

is that it's a molecule-sized needle

in a building-sized haystack.

You have to be thorough

but also know any false move could wipe out

the one tiny clue to everything.

(GASPS)

DESI: You flinched.

- Involuntary muscle response. - You flinched.

- (CHUCKLES) - (RUSTLING)

Wait. What was that?

MACGYVER: It's just the plastic

being blown around.

RILEY: Bad news, Mac.

State Department's sending in a CBRN team.

A hazmat team?

They're gonna follow protocol and kick us out of here.

We don't have time for that.

MACGYVER: Maybe. But until then,

I have an idea. This might be airborne,

so I'm gonna test the room for toxins.

I'm sealing off this area.

Desi's gonna get you access to the main server room.

That way, you can have all the surveillance footage

and employee data that you need.

I can look for correlations between patients and symptoms.

Maybe find patient zero.

How's Cain doing?

Matty's with him. Hasn't woken up yet.

People are getting sicker.

We need answers.

My best guess is you got about an hour

before that hazmat team arrives

and the building is crawling with government suits.

All right. I've got 59 minutes...

... to make a chemistry set.

Out of what?

History.

Okay.

I've been sent to tell you again

you're on the wrong side of the glass.

I'm gonna be here when he wakes up.

There was this time in Libya.

It was my first field op.

My asset flipped on me,

sold me out to Gaddafi's secret police.

Two days on the run,

I found myself cornered on a rooftop in Tripoli

when guess who dropped out of the sky?

Literally.

On a helicopter.

A Canadian helicopter he stole.

That's the first time he saved my life.

That's some serious badass hero stuff.

Any luck finding patient zero?

So...

I ran this hack on a CDC mission a while back.

Ignore when the patients

officially report being sick.

Right. It's unreliable.

So, what you do is look at when the patients

go to something like WebMD

and start searching their own symptoms.

I mapped it out.

It's weird. Normally, a pattern of infection

spreads out from patient zero.

But this is different.

The first wave got sick on the same day

in the same hour.

Even as we speak, someone is out there

sending down orders to disbanded Codex cells.

We need to find out who's pulling the strings.

JERRY: Sorry, guys. My Codex contacts

have gone deep underground.

I'm dropping breadcrumbs, but it's quiet out there.

Then I suggest a new plan,

because we've been doing this for bloody hours.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Hang on.

You're having fun.

What?

Free food, a tricked-out superspy lair,

the bathrooms have cloth towels.

You know, it's nice to appreciate what you have,

enjoy your life.

Uh, he doesn't do that.

JERRY: Yeah, I checked every dark website

that has Codex activity and I got nothing.

Hang on.

What's that?

"Marketplace for Radiological Dispersal Devices".

Dirty bombs.

So, Codex only knows you by your online alias, right?

FailSafe815.

So, other than wanting to join up,

that's pretty much all they know about you.

Well, let's just pretend, just for a moment,

that you are a dirty bomb specialist.

Perhaps you could offer your services to Codex?

Radiological mayhem.

Yeah, that sounds like Codex's M.O.

Let's give it a shot.

And actually, I do know how to have fun.

Just last week, I was with the Navy SEALs,

practicing my nighttime amphibious landing,

under live ammunition fire, might I add.

- I don't even know how to unpack that. - JERRY: Whoa.

That was fast.

Says they want to discuss my services, in person.

Looks like we've got a job interview with Codex.

Now this, this is fun.

DESI: Okay, I got the CO2 cartridge

- from the soda machine. - Awesome. I'm almost done.

- Can you seal the door for me? - Yeah.

So this is gonna test the air?

Yeah. Gas chromatography test for toxins.

It's the old-school art of analyzing scientific samples.

Sorry, Mr. Cain, but I need this.

That would be a Cold War-era shortwave radio.

Specifically, I need the amplifier inside of it.

The CO2 cartridge will push the sample through tubes

lined with an absorbent,

which will separate certain particles.

Those particles will then pass through the radio's amplifier

connected to a computer,

hopefully giving me answers about the toxin in the air.

- (COMPUTER BEEPS) - What?

Damn it.

- Nothing. - What, it's not working?

Oh, no, it's working. It says that the air is clean.

Okay, so what are we missing?

- We did a sweep of all the offices. - We sweep it again,

see if we can find something.

- (SIGHS) - Fine, but you take the kitchen this time.

There's three-day-old food in there and it's nasty.

Nasty? Nasty's good.

BOZER: Looks like the meeting is two hours away.

We can get a visual on most tables either from the bar

- or the upper-level balcony. - Perfect.

Public place, gives us options for establishing lines of sight

so we can remote-hack Codex's communications.

We'll get access to the comms,

we can figure out how they're encrypting their messages.

Trace the messages back to whoever's pulling the strings.

Leland?

Odds are that it's him, although a few things don't quite add up.

Great work, Jerry.

Thanks. This was a blast.

I'm gonna miss you guys.

- Well, I'll get out of the way. - Wait... hang on a second.

Boze and I are doing the remote hack.

You're the one who's meeting Codex.

(LAUGHS)

No, we can't show our faces.

Codex knows who we are. You-you have done

undercover work for Five-O before, right?

Absolutely.

There was this one time at a memorabilia store,

and then once at a mental hospital.

You're gonna do great.

Voilà. Three-day-old lasagna.

Ah, perfect. If the threat is weaponized bacteria,

then the rate of growth will be accelerated on the food.

The hazmat team's gonna be here any minute.

Pretty sure we don't have time to watch bacteria grow.

We don't have to.

The food has been inside of the fridge

and, uh, not exposed to the outside air.

And the power's been off,

so they're the perfect control group.

All we have to do is compare.

Bacteria cells are tiny.

Ten times smaller than most plant and animal cells.

So if germ warfare is what's making people sick,

then these leftovers should be crawling

with millions of deadly bacteria cells.

However, to see them, I need to paint the samples

with a stain made from coffee and kitchen supplies.

Aha.

They have a UV light for, uh, sterilizing the water

in their filtration system.

I can turn it into a UV scanner.

What?

What?

I-I... It doesn't... I can't believe this.

This doesn't make sense. How is that even possible?

There has to be something here!

Why can't I figure this out?

Hey, but you will, okay?

(PANTING): You always do. Just...

(BOTH GRUNTING, COUGHING)

Just focus. (COUGHING)

- Des? - (COUGHING CONTINUES)

Are you okay?

No, there's something in my mask.

- Close your eyes. Let me see. - I'm gonna take it off.

No, no, no! Don't do that.

Just let me s...

Des, you got a nosebleed. We got to get out of here.

(GRUNTS)

Mac, you're bleeding, too.

- Oh, we got to go. - We can't.

We have to figure this out.

We can't figure anything out if we're dead.

We followed protocol,

we're in protective gear.

- How is this possible? - I don't know.

It's not possible for us to be infected.

Whatever we're dealing with

is unlike anything we've ever seen before.

♪♪

(PANTING, COUGHING)

(GRUNTS)

I feel so much better.

Yeah. My headache's almost already gone.

So, our symptoms lessen once we get outside of the building,

so we're not carrying it with us like a-a virus or a toxin.

And the people inside the hospital are getting worse.

So it's also about how long

you're exposed to whatever this is.

(PHONE RINGING, VIBRATING)

MATTY: Go ahead, Mac.

MACGYVER: Hey, uh, Riley, can you use the patient data

to map out where the most severe cases in the building were?

RILEY: I'm on it.

The basement.

But Ian was on the top floor.

And he was there way longer than anyone else.

Exactly. So, a longer time of exposure.

It's something to do with the building itself.

Ready to go in the basement?

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Yeah.

_

Check comms, one, two.

You guys can see me okay?

TAYLOR: Yes, we have excellent sight lines.

Now just remember, make eye contact, lower your voice,

don't fidget with the tableware.

You are, after all, dealing with

an international apocalyptic death cult.

Thanks for the pep talk, Oprah.

BOZER: I like him.

Yes.

I'm getting rather warm and cuddly feelings

towards him myself.

So let's try not to get him killed.

Mm-hmm.

What if this were some kind of coordinated attack?

The perpetrators would have to put the building

under surveillance to make sure it was working.

Check CCTV in the neighborhood.

Watch the watchers.

You got it.

What did you mean

when you said Cain was there for you

when your life went sideways?

It wasn't sideways.

It was... more like upside down.

I'd overcome every obstacle

placed in my direction,

but I just couldn't overcome a broken heart.

Ian didn't let that sideline me.

He kept me working. He gave me purpose.

He's my touchstone.

Sounds familiar.

What do you mean?

I probably would have been back in prison

if it wasn't for you.

You do that for us.

The touchstone thing.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

Oh, I think I've got something.

(PHONE RINGING)

RILEY: Mac.

I found something on CCTV.

There's a cable company van

parked in four different places around Cain's building.

I doubt it's a real cable company.

Riley, can you map out the access point of the locations?

See if we can at least tell what they're aiming at.

Looks like a storage area in the northwest corner

of the basement.

Copy that.

- (BREAKING UP): Maybe... - Mac?

Riley, uh...

- Mac, you're breaking up. - (STATIC CRACKLING)

(ZAPPING)

Are you feeling this?

Yeah. My head's killing me.

MACGYVER: Paint's chipped.

(ZAPPING CONTINUES)

Stress fractures in the glass.

DESI: You hear that, right?

It's getting louder as we get closer.

MACGYVER: Yeah. Fluorescent...

fluorescent light bulbs use magnetic ballasts.

They're vibrating.

I think this place is being hit

with longitudinal pressure waves.

Wait a second, that's it. Sound waves.

Someone's attacking this building with sonic weapons.

- Can we... ? - Absolutely.

Pressure waves from directed energy weapons,

they create bubbles in the inner ear fluid.

But it doesn't just cause nausea and headaches.

If it gets in your bloodstream, it's a lot worse.

Are you saying these victims have the bends?

It's even worse than that.

It's functionally a stroke.

Which must be what happened to Cain.

- We got to get back to the hospital and let them know. - Yeah.

(BANGING)

Potential recruiter incoming. Remember the phrase.

Pinotage.

That's hard to find in L.A.

Not if you know where to look.

Hmm.

That wasn't half bad.

All right, hacking the recruiter's comms...

RECRUITER: We could use someone with your skill set.

JERRY: And I am the best.

We're not for the faint of heart.

"What was is lost, from death comes life".

We're in. I've got a trace on the phone.

Now we just need her to make a call.

All revolutions have a price.

And what is yours?

What's my price?

Name something ridiculously high.

She'll have to call her boss to get approval,

and her boss is who we're after.

That's the price you pay for the best.

You know what? I can handle this.

No need to bother the boss.

BOZER: No-no-no-no-no. What is she doing?

TAYLOR: You can't handle it.

Call your bloody boss.

You're hired. But we need to see a demonstration.

- BOZER: Jerry, listen to me. - So, if you'll please come with us.

BOZER: Do what she says.

If you refuse, they're going to kill you.

♪♪

What are you doing here?

- MACGYVER: Who are you? - State Department.

We didn't know you guys were here already.

I'm sorry.

I'm Dr. Viskoff. We're the local CBRN WHO team.

This area is off-limits at the moment.

You must evacuate immediately.

This isn't a hazmat team.

(GRUNTING)

(SHOUTS)

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(BOTH GROANING)

(PANTING)

(BOTH SHOUTING)

♪♪

Mac?

Mac, Mac. Wake up. Wake up, please!

Please.

(GRUNTS)

Hey.

Just once I want to come to Europe as a tourist.

- What do you think was in that trunk? - I don't know.

But what we do know is what was making people sick.

So we need to get to the hospital.

Maybe there's still hope.

Anyone taking down that sort of fee,

wearing that fine a suit,

is not trawling for work on the dark web.

Who are you, really?

I look too high class? Wow. That's a new one.

Look, I could threaten to start chopping off fingers,

but then we'd waste valuable time

while you decide whether or not I mean it.

So let's grab a thumb as a conversation starter.

(STAMMERS)

Hello.

(SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

(SIGHS)

(GROANS)

- It's about time. - TAYLOR: Right.

Let's scamper before their reinforcements arrive.

This way, chaps.

But Mac and Desi, they're both okay?

Headaches. We know their exposure was limited,

- so no permanent effects. - CAIN: Webber!

Quit slacking off, get in here. We got work to do.

(EXHALES) I need a sitrep on my people.

Oh, good. You brought the hacker girl.

We're gonna need her.

Hacker woman.

I like her. She can stay.

Ian, what are you doing?

I'm buying a horse.

What do you think I'm doing? I'm helping.

- You almost died. - Aw, Matty...

you know I got to do this.

You know I got to get back out there.

Is there anything I can say that will stop you?

I think you know the answer to that.

Oh. You're up.

- Hey. - MATTY: Great work out there, you two.

Now we need to figure out who these people are,

and what they took.

Riley, any luck with an I.D.?

They avoided CCTV.

But there's one thing no one can avoid.

Selfies.

The building's located near two

major tourist sites that appear in a lot of social media posts.

Searching through the background,

I was able to filter out one of the fake hazmat members.

Stumbled upon this pretty princess.

Yep. That's the leader.

CAIN: Jakob Nemec?

Wow, there's a name from the past.

He's part of an ultranationalist terror group.

They call themselves "Fatherland".

These racist asshats have been terrorizing the Balkans

for over a decade.

MATTY: But what do they want?

You said everything at the station of value

was either removed, shredded or destroyed.

Yeah, it was all just failed Cold War research.

Research? What kind of research?

Specifically, anything to do with sonic weapons?

We've seen you in a hospital gown.

I think trust issues are out the window.

You got to remember, this was at the end of the Cold War.

The Soviet government couldn't pay for their people anymore,

including their weapons designers.

Scientists just left the lab with half-finished

doomsday devices scattered all over Eastern Europe.

That was my job, to gather it up and lock it into basements.

But it was all harmless research.

But... ?

Operation Harpy.

It's a...

... a directed energy weapon.

A massive one. A city killer.

The Russians never got past the planning stage,

but Nemec, he's a defense lackey,

he would've known about it.

(SIGHS) Fatherland is going to revive that weapon.

They built a low-fi version of it,

used it to clear out the embassy

so they could sneak in undetected

and take the research for the big one.

Except it didn't feel low-fi at all.

I felt like a piece of microwave popcorn.

Do you have any idea how we could track these guys?

Well, sonic weapons, they-they always leak a signature sound,

but it's too high for humans to hear.

I can track that frequency, triangulate the signal,

and find their location.

With what?

Um... I'll figure that out.

Well, what are you waiting on? We ain't getting any younger.

All right. Okay, Desi, a little help.

Uh, okay, I'm fine with you getting out of bed,

- but you cannot leave. - I'm just gonna go up to the roof.

I want to see if it's a good place for a signal.

If we get a bead on these guys,

I'm gonna contact my friend, the chief of police,

and see if he'll set up a roadblock for us.

Dare I ask how you know the Ljubljana chief of police?

He's KGB. We tried to kill each other in '89.

It's a great story.

You two, map the frequency with Riley.

Thanks.

He got my name right.

So I just need... oh.

I-I'm sorry.

I... I just need this.

Sorry.

DESI: Congratulations.

- Ooh, I need the... that thing. - Oh.

All right, everyone spread out.

The further apart, the more accurate the reading.

MATTY: Good news. We got 'em.

Bad news is they're moving.

- MACGYVER: Where? - RILEY: North of the river.

But we gotta get closer to be more accurate.

We have to follow them by ground.

- I can rig this thing to be portable. - CAIN: You better hustle.

They get out of our range, they're gonna be gone for good.

The next time we see them,

it's gonna be because they're making headlines.

Copy that.

MATTY: Mac, where are you?

We're closing in on them using my homemade device.

(SIGHS) Okay.

You know, I don't think they can turn this thing off.

It probably takes too much time to power cycle back on.

That's why they want the prototype.

Soviet scientists must have fixed that.

DESI: I don't know.

It seems like their weapon kicked our ass pretty well.

Left.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MACGYVER: Military research...

even old military research...

it's better than starting from scratch.

CAIN: That's why the U.S. still keeps those atomic secrets

from the 1940s classified.

They know that anybody can build a dirty nuclear bomb.

Well, not anybody.

Yeah, pretty much. Anybody.

CAIN: It's like falling off a bike.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- Got him. - Sending you our location now.

(WHIRRING)

Swerve!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MACGYVER: Actually, I think it's okay.

The beam is too narrow. They can't hit us.

What are they doing?

The engine. The engine's... that's a bigger target.

What can it do?

It, uh, can cavitate the fluids of the radiator coolant,

and change the density and the heat resistance.

- This is new. - I know, it's okay, it's okay.

Cain set up a police blockade.

Just turn in here.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

I can't believe they got away.

Or not.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

My guy tells me they haven't reached

the police roadblock yet.

Yeah, it's 'cause we caught their attention.

MACGYVER: Ever play a guitar too close to a speaker?

You know what happens: feedback.

So what happens when you fire a sonic weapon

inside a concrete room

that you've turned into one giant speaker?

And the sound that was only supposed to be heard

over a few square meters fills an entire floor.

Okay, get ready.

This is gonna hurt, isn't it?

Yeah.

(SHOUTS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(WHIRRING)

(GROANING)

(ALL CRYING OUT)

- (SIRENS APPROACHING) - Is that the police?

What?

What?

♪ In the twilight ♪

♪ Thoughts keep crashing into you... ♪

Is that...

Cappuccino, extra foam.

You're getting out in a couple of days.

What are you gonna do?

Take care of myself.

Relax, eat my vegetables.

Liar.

Congratulations.

All your people are going home safe.

Thanks to you and your interns.

You know, you did a really good job on them.

But I think I spotted some tricks

that I taught you back in the day.

I learned from the best.

♪ Lifting the veil... ♪

You have any regrets about staying in the spy business?

Every time one comes up,

I think about all the people who depend on me.

What about you?

Ever plan to retire?

Nah, I can't leave.

There's a whole new bunch of Mattys out there running around

- I gotta train. - We both know that I'm an original.

Settle down, Webber.

♪ And you're weary... ♪

TAYLOR: Are you sure you want to take the bus?

Yeah. Trains and planes are for amateurs.

Too easily tracked. Bus is the way to go.

Thanks for opening my eyes about the moon landing.

Yeah. Thanks for letting me help.

You know, normally,

it's every conspiracy theorist's dream

to be right about something.

Just wish I was wrong about Codex.

We didn't get to trace the call back to the boss.

We need a plan B.

Or do you?

As a token of my appreciation...

I took this off the recruiter during the fight.

I don't know what's on it, but I figure once you crack

Codex's encryption, it might take you where you want to go.

♪ Become diamonds in the rough ♪

Thank you.

I've never seen him do that.

Thank you.

♪ Pull me against my will... ♪

Well, that's me.

♪ Close your eyes... ♪

You know, Jerry...

we could use you at the Phoenix Foundation.

Ah, I'm honored, but, uh,

I think I'm gonna try working alone now for a while.

You know, as Elvis Presley once said,

"You gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead".

So, uh, I'll see you on the flip side,

and God bless The King.

♪ Close your eyes ♪

♪ Close your eyes ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm always... ♪

TAYLOR: Cheerio!

♪ Close your eyes ♪

♪ Close your eyes ♪

♪ Can you feel me? ♪

What are you still doing here?

We have a debrief in the morning.

- Go home. - This is my home.

♪ Close your eyes... ♪

This is the good stuff. Really good stuff, isn't it?

When this was made, 18 years ago...

I didn't know there was such a thing as Codex.

Sometimes I wish I could go back.

Taylor, what's going on?

Well, we already knew Codex was reaching out

to the old cells,

seeing who wanted to get the gang back together.

Right. And the only real threat was the nerve agent,

but we dealt with that.

Yes. And thanks to their comms encryptions,

which, unfortunately, they've already changed,

I've been able to map out

exactly who they've been reaching out to.

All the old cells. (SIGHS)

The fanatics.

The sleepers in government, law enforcement.

The military.

They called everyone.

They sent out a worldwide wake-up call.

We'll be facing enemies we'll never see coming.

We can't trust anyone.

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