All language subtitles for MacGyver (2016) - S03E16.WEB.eng

As you can see,
the month-to-month increase

in units shipped
is reflected here.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

What, what, what?

G-Give me, give me a sec, okay?

It's just a minor technical
glitch, I think. I hope.

Come on, come on, come on.
What, what, what?!

Okay. Just stop.

This is painful to watch.

I don't even know
what I did wrong.

You hit the command shortcut for
making the laptop go to sleep.

If I can't get through a demo of
the simplest tasks here at home,

how am I ever gonna survive
the first day on the job, huh?

Which starts in-in
less than ten hours.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.
Don't spiral now, Dad.

Okay? You're almost there.

By the time I'm done with you,
you'll at least be able to

fake it till you make it.

Hope so.

Thanks. I appreciate
the crash course.

Uh, answer me
this, though.

Why on your résumé did you say
you were proficient

with spreadsheets
when you're not,

at all? Because I wanted the job.

Okay.

Inventory associate at a
distribution warehouse?

Uh, pretty solid gig...
With benefits, I might add.

So I figured, you know,
a little embellishment,

worth the risk.

Well, given your record,
I guess it's karmic justice

in you making sure things
don't get lost or stolen.

That's good.
That's good.

And you're doing a really good
job at getting it together.

Ah, thanks.

So, white lies aside,
I'm proud of you.

Well, coming from you, Riles,
that means the world to me.

LAPD! What the hell?

Show us your hands!
Hands where I can see 'em!

Now put 'em up! On the ground!

Okay, okay!

You can't just...

Get your hands off my daughter! Dad!

You heard me! Dad!

Riley Davis, you're
under arrest!

Okay, I officially
cannot take this anymore.

We've been listening to
pan flutes for, like, two hours.

It helps me concentrate.

And nobody's making you stay.

Director Webber said
I should familiarize myself

with the lab
and give you a hand.

And this has been you helping?

I'm lending moral support.Right.

Thank you. You're welcome.

I was being sarcastic.Whatever.

Okay.

And...

done.

Great. Now we can
change the music.

Not before the didgeridoo solo.

Ah. My servos are now
operating in optimal range.

Thank you, Bozer.

You're welcome.

Now, if you actually want
to help,

I do have a few diagnostic tests
I need to run on Sparky.

Really? I got a few tests
I'd like to run.

Okay.

Kind of more of a riddle.

Query.

A woman has five cousins.

Monday is the first cousin.
Tuesday is the second cousin.

Wednesday is the third cousin.
Thursday is the fourth cousin.

What is the name
of the fifth cousin.

The expected answer to
your riddle would be "Friday."

But that is not correct.

And all the information
you need

to find the answer is contained
within the riddle.

Do you understand? Yes.

Then answer the riddle. Go ahead, Sparky.

Show her your brilliance.Processing.

Processing. Processing.

Processing. Processing. Sparky.

Processing. Processing.

You got him stuck
in a logic loop.

All I did was ask him
a question.

Maybe the answer
will unstick him.

Processing.
Processing.

Processing. Processing.

I heard you had
a rough night in jail, but...

damn.

That hair's pretty funky.

Well, the accommodations in
county aren't exactly five star.

You okay? Yeah, I'm all right.

It's Elwood I'm worried about.

He's still in lockup,

and he's about to miss his
entire first day of work.

Matty was able to spring Riley
pretty easily,

but Elwood, it's taking a little
longer, considering his past.

A past he's really trying
to leave behind.

What exactly happened
to you guys?

Uh, I was helping him brush
up on some software skills,

prep for his new job and
then, boom, we got swatted.

Swatted? It's when some jerk

calls 911 and pretends
to alert police

to an imminent
terrorist threat.

SWAT has
to take any call

about terrorism seriously, which
can lead to innocent people

staring down the wrong end
of a dozen M4s.

Any idea who called the cops?

No. And that's
what's bugging me.

I... I moved into this apartment
after I joined the Phoenix.

So how'd this swatter
get my current address?

That's the
million-dollar question,

because all of our personal
information is classified.

To find them, I'm gonna have to
figure out how they found me.

And you best believe I will.

Oh, Matty needs me
in the war room.

Uh, alone.

Hey, boss.

Is everything okay?

Mac, I think
you should sit down.

I received word that Lieutenant
Commander Robert Reese

was flying a covert op
over southwestern Azerbaijan.

The first operational use

of the lidar ground mapping
system you engineered.

Something happen?

35 minutes ago, his jet suffered
a total systems failure

and crashed.

There is
no indication

that Reese ejected, Mac.

He's presumed K.I.A.

Reese is dead?

I wanted you to hear
this news from me.

I'm so sorry, Mac.

I know that you
and the Reese family are close.

Do we know
what caused the malfunction

that brought the jet down? You
know, we don't know much right now,

but we do know that the cascade
of failures began shortly

after Commander Reese
switched on the lidar.

So this is my fault?

No. No.

And you can't start
blaming yourself.

Who's leading the recovery?

This mission
was top secret.

Once the Azerbaijani
government realizes

that we violated their airspace,

things are gonna get
very complicated very quickly.

So, no one.

No. Not yet.

Matty, I need
to recover his body.

His family
deserves closure,

but Reese also deserves to be
buried in Arlington Cemetery,

not 6,000 miles away
in a foreign country.

I agree
with you, Mac.

But I have no authority...

We don't leave our own behind.

Which is why the Phoenix jet
is gassed up and waiting.

Take Desi,

bring your friend home.

Thank you.

We still on course? Oh, uh, right.

Sorry. The PIN says

the debris field
is east of us,

so this way.

Where were you just now?

Recalculating
the power draw

of a fighter jet.
It's got a 120 volt,

400 hertz three phase system,
so I wired the lidar

straight to the A.C. generator
to pull 17 amps, in parallel.

You're doing electrical
engineering calculations

in your head?

Well, I need to know what
went wrong with Reese's jet.

I just don't see how the
lidar could've caused

such a catastrophic
malfunction.

Yeah, I mean, from what I read
on the way over,

lidar is pretty much a camera
that uses lasers, right?

You mount it on an airplane
and you get detailed 3-D images

of everything below,
even through dense tree canopy.

Yeah. Over the last couple
years, Reese and I have been

working together, and I
developed a next-gen lidar

capable of operating
at Mach speeds

on fighter jets.

So you two became tight?

Yeah.

Tell me about him.

Well, we complemented
each other perfectly.

His aviation knowledge,
my engineering.

His patented shrimp
gumbo and my appetite.

I even crashed in his
basement for a month

when a water line busted
in my house and flooded.

His twins call me Uncle Mac.

I haven't, I haven't been around
to see them much lately, but...

Hey.

I get how much
this all hurts.

I do.

Now take all those emotions,
put it in a box,

and do not open it
until this op is over.

Why ask about Reese and I if you
didn't really want to hear it?

'Cause I needed you
to get it out of your system.

We both got to stay
dialed in,

or Matty will be sending a team
to recover us.

Heads up, Riley.
Matty expedited

a release of the 911 call
that got you swatted.

No need. I'm already
in the LAPD system. Processing. Processing.

That surprises me zero percent.

Processing.

Hey, uh, how's Elwood?
He get out yet?

Well, considering he almost got
shot and spent the whole night

in lockup right before
starting a new job

he's totally not prepared for,
I'm sure he's just peachy.

Processing.

And it's all because of me.

I'm used to Elwood creating
turmoil in mylife,

not the other way around. Processing.

Processing. Monday.

Processing. Processing.

What's his problem? I don't know.

Desi asked him
some stupid riddle,

and now he's stuck
in a logic loop.

Seems like the rest of
his functions have shut down

while he tries to solve it.

Well, why don't you tell him
the answer?

Processing. That's creepy.

Processing.

I would, but, uh... Processing.

You don't know the
answer. I even looked online.

Okay, look, the riddle goes like
this: A woman... Uh, hold that thought.

Processing. I just found the 911 call.

911, what's your emergency?

Hey, I overheard my neighbor
talking about planting a bomb.

There's people coming in and out
of her place at all hours.

I don't know
what they're planning.

I'm scared.

Her name is Riley Davis.

She lives at 400 Pine Street,
apartment 2B.

Did you recognize
the voice?

No.Can you trace the call?

They used Voice over
Internet Protocol

and spoofed a local number,
which is almost untraceable.

But... if I access

the internet service provider's
records and search

the database... So that's a yes.

Yes, that's a yes. How can I help?

Processing. Do something about
him, right now.

Okay. Uh... Processing. Monday.

Sorry, buddy,
but this is creepy.Processing. Processing.

Monday.

Processing.

Hope you're not
afraid of the dark.

Processing.
Processing.

Well...

let's find
the cockpit.

That's where
the body will be.

Hey, MacGyver,
was this part of the cockpit?

It's the nose cone. We must be close
to the cockpit, then.

Yup.

That's the lidar.
It's still intact.

What are you doing? I'm taking it.

This might be able to tell us
what went wrong up there.

Uh, we got company.

All right,
buy me some time.

I got to get this unhinged.

Stay out of sight
and I'll go be my charming self.

You can speak Azerbaijani?

Turkish.

It's close enough.

It's not... polite...

to touch... a lady...

without her consent!

Well... that didn't work out
the way that I planned,

but we're good.

Actually, I don't think we are.

Seriously?

Desi! Duck!

Mac!

I think we lost them.

We have to go back.
We have to find Reese's body.

I'm not going home
without him.

Yeah, agreed, but this place
is gonna be swarming

with soldiers soon, so for now,
we need to find cover.

We'll try again
when it gets dark.

Right.

What's wrong?

I think that parachute
might belong to your friend.

Reese ejected.

It's the pilot's seat.

The survival kit's
been taken.

MacGyver...

I know what you're gonna say.

Doesn't mean he's alive.

Locals could've arrived first,
grabbed his body and the kit.

There are a lot of reasons
why the Azerbaijani military

would grab a dead U.S. pilot.

I know.

But take a look
at these.

U.S. Army-issued boots.Yeah.

And I don't see
any other prints.

No. His are the only ones here.

Reese walked away
from the crash.

He's still alive.

Mac, I tasked a satellite
to look for Reese near where

you found his ejection seat,
but it's impossible

to see anything
through these trees.

We'll just have to
pick up his trail.

Your friend's used to
dealing with emergencies

three miles above
the battlefield.

Any idea what he's
gonna do down here?

There's too many variables to
accurately predict his behavior.

Okay, so what's
the plan?

Cover as much
ground as possible.

We just got to
find him before

the Azerbaijani military does.

What are you doing?

Mac got me thinking,
what if the locals

have already picked
up Reese's trail?

Desi, patching through
local chatter.

Bad news, MacGyver.
There have been sightings

of an injured male
in a U.S. flight suit.

Military units
are heading east

to a small village
called Farux. Okay, we got to hurry.

That search party
massively outnumbers us.

Won't be long before
they find Reese.

We'll just have to
pinpoint his location

before they
stumble onto him.

I like that in theory.
How do we make it a reality?

Well, it's just
like you said,

Reese has never been in
this situation before,

so he's gonna fall back
on his training.

Everything he does
will be by the book.

Question is:

Which building would this book
tell him to hide in?

That restaurant.
It's closed down.

Which means no locals
would wander in,

and it backs up
into the woods.

Providing a quick escape.

Reese! Reese, Reese,

Reese, Reese! Hey!

Reese!

It's me. It's Mac.

Oh, man.

It's good to see you, buddy.

You, too. Let him go.

Come here. Easy, easy.

I got a little banged up when
I augured in here at Mach speed.

Oh, yeah, you broke
your clavicle.

Oh. Sounds way less cool
when you say it.

Look, a, uh, brace
will set your collarbone back

into place and then,
uh, give you

some more range of motion, even
help with the pain. Hang tight.

Matty, we have Reese.

He's banged up but mobile.Great.

Sending exfil coordinates
right now.

Arm one.

Arm two.

What are you
doing here, man?

Well, uh,

we heard that your
plane went down.

So you came to
bring home a body.

Something like
that, yeah.

Well, lucky for you,
I can still walk

'cause I don't know
how much luck you'd have

trying to lug me
out of here. Oh!

Thanks.

It'll feel
better soon.

So you say.

Can we get word to Rose?

Let her know I'm alive.

She's probably
freaking out right now.

I'm on it.

Name's Desi.

Thank you. Appreciate you coming
all this way on my account.

What can I say? I'm a sucker
for frequent flyer miles.

And I hate to
break up the reunion,

but this ain't exactly
a safe house.

Exfil's three miles from here.
We should get moving.

Yes, ma'am.

We need to find
another way out.

There is no other way out.

That back door is wedged shut.
It won't budge.

Guess we're making
a last stand.

Uh, maybe not. Follow me.

Everyone knows
air makes a raft inflate,

but filling it with water
greatly increases its density,

creating more force.

This gonna work? Yeah. I just hope
it works fast enough.

Never thought a raft would save
my life ten miles from the sea.

How's that
arm of yours?

Oh, as good as new.

Okay, might be a spell

before I'm fly-fishing with
the twins again, but I'm alive.

Hey, Reese, uh, flight control
said that your systems

went haywire as soon
as you turned on the lidar?

Yeah. One second,
I'm painting the treetops

with our fancy laser,
and the next...

I'm dropping from the sky
in an $80 million brick.

Hey, look, man, I'm sorry.

Obviously, the tech
needed more testing...

Mac, Mac, Mac,

I'm a test pilot. I know
the risks come with the job.

Besides,

what are the chances
that all my jet's fail-safes

would fail at exactly
the same time?

Astronomically low.

What are you doing?

I'm going to power the lidar,

establish an uplink
with the Phoenix,

transfer data. Good.

I think we all want to know
what happened up there.

So this is your swatter.
Brock Eskola?

On the Net, he goes by the
handle "Predator Squad."

He's a hacker I had beef
with a few years back

after he slaved
one of my C&C servers

to his botnet
for a DDoS attack.

Okay, well, that answers
the "who" part of our question,

but that still doesn't tell us
how he got your current address.

I can tell you it wasn't by
exploiting our Phoenix network.

I checked the system.
There's no holes.

Then it sounds like we're gonna
have to have a few words

with Predator Squad ourselves.

I'll send a tac team

to scoop him up.

Sorry, but
Elwood Davis is here.

I'll make it quick.

He asked for
Director Webber.

Elwood.

You asked to see me?

I want to know what you're doing
to protect my daughter.

Excuse me? D-Don't "excuse me" me, okay?

I-I don't know
exactly what goes on

inside this building, but
I wasn't born yesterday.

You know what
strings to pull.

I realize you're having
a hard day...

What if one of those
SWAT guys made a mistake

with all those guns
pointed at her?

That's the thought I can't
get out of my head.

So I ask you again,
Ms. Webber, all right?

What are you doing
to protect my daughter?

Everything I can.

You have my word.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Glad we were able
to work through this.

Riley said you started
a new job today.

Can I arrange to have someone
drive you back to work?

Well, my new boss
wasn't too thrilled about me

showing up late on day one,

so, actually,

I'm looking for a newnew job.

That's unfortunate.
Sorry to hear that.

All that matters is
knowing Riley's safe.

Okay, Riley, Bozer,
uplink has been established.

The data should be
coming your way now.

We're getting it, Mac.

Dot-L-A-S files
are streaming in.

I'm starting a scan
of the diagnostic logs.

I see a ton
of error codes

popping up right after
Reese turned the lidar on.

Huh, that's weird.

What's weird?

Someone updated
the lidar software

three hours before Reese
took off for his mission.

No, that can't be right.

Goes against protocol
to make a change like that

just before takeoff.

I don't know
what to tell you.

I can say with 100% certainty

that someone plugged into
your jet and pushed an update.

Can you see what the update
was designed to do?

Yeah, hold on.

So, it was supposed to
corrupt the lidar's data.

But the code is super buggy,
a rush job, so...

when the lidar was flipped on,

this code inadvertently
shut down

all the jet's
flight control systems.

My plane was sabotaged?

Hey, fellas, we're
gonna have to put

this tech support
call on hold.

Gotta go. Go, go, go!

What do you think
I'm trying to do?

All right.

Fight or flight?

You okay? Yeah. Good.

Reese?

That was awesome.

Hey. These guys don't look like
Azerbaijani military.

No I.D.s.

This tracker is
locked onto our comms.

How's that possible? Well, I don't know.

You would need
the exact frequency,

not to mention
the encryption codes.

Only a handful
of elite espionage

organizations in
this neck of the woods

would have that kind of tech.

GRUs, the Saudis,
Iranian intelligence.

Sounds like the kind
of guys who'd sabotage

top secret experimental lidar.Yeah.

Yeah. All right, Riley,
I'm sending you photos

of our mystery men
maybe you can help us

put names to the faces.

Yeah.

Starting facial rec now. I'll
let you know as soon as it's...

That was fast.

You already got a match?

Yeah. And you're not
gonna believe this.

The two guys who just
tried to kill you... are CIA.

The two CIA agents
you tangled with

are part of a working group
stationed in Baku,

the capital of Azerbaijan.

They were sent there
six months ago

to man a listening post

and gather regional intel.

Well, no one will be tracking us
over comms anymore.

Any more info on the
rest of the group?

According to the CIA
internal network,

the whole Azerbaijan team
has gone dark.

Which means that entire
team could be a threat to you.

And Langley won't have
any answers for us.

Why would these guys
sabotage my plane

and then try to kill us? Hey.

I might have found a clue
as to what this is all about.

If this CIA group wanted
to sabotage the lidar,

that means there's something
they didn't want anyone to see.

So I started looking through
the maps that were rendered

before the malware
kicked in.

Reese, your mission was to

search for military
installations

under the tree canopy,
right? Well, that was the idea.

Well, I'm no expert
at reading lidar maps,

but, to me, this looks
a lot less like

a military installation
and a lot more

like the dig site
in Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Matty, are-are
you seeing this?

Yeah, and I wish I wasn't.

Those canisters
appear to be

chemical weapons.
That's exactly what they are.

30 years ago, Azerbaijan
and Armenia went to war.

It was violent, it was bloody,

and it involved
chemical weapons.

White phosphorous,
to be exact.

Now, after the war ended,
large caches of the stuff

ended up unaccounted for.

So these two CIA clowns
just stumbled on it

and started digging it up? Why?

My guess:

They're opportunistic salesmen.

Azerbaijan sits at the nexus
of two active war zones

and three countries
that support terrorism.

So, if you're looking
to start a business

selling chem weapons,
this part of the world's

a great place to do it.

Okay, this off-the-books
recovery mission

has just become
an active Phoenix op.

Mac, Desi, I need you
to get to that dig site.

Neutralize the remaining
rogue CIA agents

and secure those
chemical weapons right now.

Yes, ma'am. Copy that, Matty.

All right, let's roll.
Daylight's burning.

Easy, Reese. We'll find
a safe place to stash you

until this is over.

Mac, I don't sit
on the sidelines.

Yeah, and I didn't come
all the way out here

to drag you into
the line of fire.

I thought you were
gone once already.

What am I gonna tell your
family if something happens?

I hear you, pal.

When I wear this uniform,
I go where the fight is.

Don't worry,
I'll just... supervise.

And where are you going?

Take that old jeep
if you want to, boys,

but I'm rolling in style.

Well, what about these two? Leave 'em.

We'll circle back after we've
taken care of their friends.

Looks like they're
packing up their equipment,

ready to break camp. When their buddies
didn't check in,

they must have figured
it was a good time to bug out.

Once those trucks are on the
road, it'll be tough to stop 'em

from getting into Iraq or Syria.

Well, we're the cavalry,

and we're all here,
so who's got a plan?

Our best bet is to sneak in,

quietly take 'em out
one at a time.

Love it.

How? We're gonna slow 'em down.

Whatever that means.

You two watch the front.

I'm gonna go do some shopping.

So, we got to guess,
or are you gonna

tell us what you're building?

You ever watch nature shows
as a kid?

If Real Worldor Road Rules
on MTV count, then yeah.

I was always partial
to that crocodile hunter guy.

Yeah, I was thinking more like
National Geographic.

Like when a researcher
had to subdue a predator

with a tranquilizer gun.

That's what you're building?

Yeah. When unlit,
the blowtorch will fire

compressed butane gas through
the PVC pipe, like an air gun.

And I'm guessing
these are the darts.

Definitely packs
a hell of a punch.

Yeah, but that brings me
to the tricky part.

In order for these darts
to fly straight,

they have to be stabilized,
so in place of a feather,

like you'd find on an arrow,
we use gauze pad.

And second,

they can't just hit the target
it's not enough.

They also have to
inject the morphine.

So, if I use these steel spacers
as casings, it will provide

enough weight for
when the dart hits the target

to depress the plunger and...

Night-night, CIA turncoats.

Yeah. More like
it'll deliver the equivalent

of ten shots of vodka.

Which is where you come in.

All right,
truck's about to roll out.

Let's get to it,
nature boy.

Where are the guys at?

I-I can't make out
what they're saying.

Little souvenir I picked up
from the last guy

we sent to dream land.

Parker, Olson, Andrews.

Report in.

Does anyone copy?

Move. Go.

I don't need to speak
Azerbaijani to know

they're onto us.

At least we cut down
their odds.

Let's take these last
guys out fast. Agreed.

Come on, come on!

Come on.

Canister's empty.

I got this.Reese. Reese!

Freeze! Now!

Get up. Get up!

Move.

There's another one out there.

Go. Go!

Listen up, hero!

You better come out
right now.

Or it's your friends
that are gonna pay the price!

Tell your friend
to quit playing and come out.

Take it easy, Spencer. Shut up.

You don't know me. Oh, I saw your file,

so actually I do know
something about you.

You got pulled from the field
and dumped at a listening post.

Not exactly a career turn

to make a 14-year vet
feel appreciated.

I get why that'd
make you feel bitter,

which is when bad choices
suddenly look good.

Don't try to get
in my head.

Clearly, there's not
a lot in there

if you're making choices
like this.

Just keep talking, Desi.

Walk away now, and
we'll forget this is treason. Enough!

Tell your buddy to come out now
or I'm gonna shoot this man!

And then I'm gonna shoot you.

This man has a name.

It's Lieutenant Commander
Robert Reese,

and he's served more than
15 years in the Navy.

He's a husband to Rose,
a father to twins.

He makes the best shrimp gumbo
you've ever had

outside New Orleans,
and he never hesitates

to let a friend
crash on his couch.

You really think you can play
a tune on my heartstrings?

I think you once loved
your country

the same way this man does.

You and your
guys stumbled

upon a cache
of chem weapons.

Millions of dollars just
sitting in the ground.

Anyone would be tempted.

But this can still
get sorted out.

We crossed a line that
there's no coming back from.

It's not too late.

For you, it is.

What the hell?

Oh, those are my buddies
from Delta Force C Squadron

saying hi.

Wave back, boys.

You're surrounded.

Hold for my command!

So here we are, Spencer.

Decision time.

We can do this

the easy way or the messy way.

Your choice.

On your knees.

Lock your fingers
behind your head.

How did you know
I was gonna use the lidar

to fake a team of snipers?

I didn't. But I'm starting to
realize that, given enough time,

you'll always come up
with something.

I didn't think you
were paying attention

when I was talking
about Reese earlier.

I'm always
paying attention.

I'm starting
to realize that.

I'm so glad you're home.

Come on, now.
I wasn't gone that long.

We can never
thank you enough.

But, uh, we can start with
dinner at the house on Sunday.

I'd never miss it.

I expect you both.
It's gumbo night.

Thank you. Of course.

Thank you, Uncle MacGyver.

I'll see you guys
on Sunday, okay?

See you Sunday.

Thanks again, pal.

You got it.

You'll be happy
to know that Spencer

and the other rogue CIA agents

are in federal custody
and cooperating.

And with the intel
they'll give us on their buyer,

we should be able to take
a half a dozen terrorist groups

off the board.

That's very good news.

They also gave up the saboteur

who uploaded the virus
to the lidar camera.

They bribed a contractor
in Turkey who had access

to the U.S. airfield
where Reese was stationed.

But most importantly,

Reese is back home safe
with his family.

Yeah. I thought I was
gonna have to hand over

a folded American
flag to Rose, so...

Thanks to you both,

that didn't happen.

Nice work.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Still having robot
problems, huh?

I'm glad this amuses you.

Do you have any idea
how many hours I spent

bringing this guy to
life? You have friends.

Why did you feel the need
to build another one?

I like to make things.

Apparently,
you like to destroy them.

Look, it is cruel and inhumane

to leave a sentient being not
knowing the answer to a riddle.

Especially
a sensitive and caring

sentient being like yourself?

Just tell me the answer, please.

It's a play on words, Bozer.

"What is the fifth
cousin's name."

That's a statement,
not a question.

What in the hell
are you talking about?

The answer is "What," Bozer.

That's not a riddle. Except it is.

What is the fifth cousin's name.
Of course.

Sparky. You're okay?

I believe so.

My failure to solve
Agent Nguyen's riddle

was due to my inability
to identify her final sentence

as a statement.

I'm so glad you're back.

Now, you, stay away
from my robot.

Actually, Bozer,
riddles like these

could be
a great help to me.

They will improve
my ability

to interpret
expression and tone.

May I hear another?

A man with size nine shoes
works at a local deli...

Oh, no, you don't.

I got a riddle for you.

What's a new agent
wearing a green jacket

that needs to leave?

Bye.Okay.

Mm, scoot.

Stupid riddles.

Might be a future
in this for you.

Let's see if it closes first

before we call it
a new career path.

Perfect.
Boom.

Anyway, I thought we shouldn't
hold our breath waiting for

the LAPD to fix your door.
Yeah, you got that right.

This was really nice of you.
Thank you.

Riley,

the other night reminded me
of how helpless I feel trying

to protect you from this part
of your life that, you know,

you can't tell me about.

It's... it's not easy.

But hanging a new door

is something
the old man can do, so...

Well, you should know,
the guy responsible

for the swatting is in custody.

He's gonna be spending
a long time behind bars.

Beautiful.

Yeah.

Listen, I found this new place
that has excellent spring rolls.

I was thinking maybe

daddy-daughter
dinner?

Yeah. Yes, that
sounds great.

Dad, I... I got to go.
I'm sorry.

Everything okay?

I don't know.

What's going on?

Had some words with
your Estonian hacker friend.

He said he got your address
on a dark web forum

used by organized crime and
even some terrorist networks.

Said it was posted
less than a week ago.

By who? And how'd
they get my address?

We don't know.
The post was anonymous.

Okay. Well, I doubt
you called me in here

just to say you hit a dead end.

What is it?

Riley, your address

wasn't the only address
posted on this forum.

It was part of
a larger set of documents.

With the exception of Desi,
the entire team's

classified personnel files
have been made public.

We all got doxxed?

The Phoenix
has been compromised.

And what's worse
is we have no clue

who did this or why.

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