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Keep your foot on that!

I want to hear you say it!

It was a bad idea getting
in this thunder box!

Hey, if you want to leave,
the door is right there.

This mission was
supposed to be easy.

Fly to a beautiful
island nation,

crash a government shindig
and get proof

of a brewing coup d'etat.

Which we did!
Mission accomplished!

Mission not accomplished!

Number one: we just
found evidence that not one,

but two generals were planning
to overthrow the government.

Not exactly a good idea
to wait out the storm

in a building locked
with them, okay?

And number two...

Hey! Do me a favor!
Huh?

You keep number one and number
two out of this, you hear me?

All right,
fair enough.

That was a bad
choice of words.

That was definitely the
worst choice you made

in the last 20 minutes.

MacGYVER: The structural
integrity of these things

is actually pretty
solid, because of the

one-piece molding,
the-the lightweight polymer.

Portable toilet facts?

Really? That's the last thing
that I'm gonna hear

before I die?
We're not gonna die!
We're not gonna die!

Okay? We're gonna be fine.

I don't think we're in agreement
on what the word "fine" means.

Okay, okay, all right, fine!

You're right.
It was a bad idea!

Probably one of the worst ideas
I've ever had.

But I'm allowed to be wrong

every now and then, aren't I?

I don't disagree, but this time,
it may be the last time.

*

So, dinner's going great, man.

She's laughing,
I'm laughing.

Then about halfway through,
Bruce Willis's name comes up.

I'm not really sure how.
I could imagine why.

So, she looks at me
deadpan straight-faced

and goes, "Bruce Willis?

Was that the old guy
from The Expendables?"

Did she say it like that?
It's not how

she said it,
it's what she said.
And what'd you say?

I said, "Check, please."
Hold on. No second date?

No way.
All right. No. Stop.

You got to stop
doing this.
Stop doing what?

Coming up with ridiculous
reasons to stop dating people.

That's not a ridiculous reason.

Okay, let me put it this way.
How many dates have you been on

the last year?
I don't know, man.
I ain't counting.

But my Tinder profile
is pretty en fuego.

How many have been second dates?

Not that many.
Look,

we both know what happened
this time last year.

What?

Oh, come on, Mac.

This has nothing
to do with that.

Really?

Your clear refusal
to even try and have

a meaningful connection
with a woman

over the last year
has nothing to do

with Sarah getting married,
which, coincidentally,

was just over a year ago?
Nope.

Sarah is happily married, man.

Mm-hmm.
And you still
won't let yourself

move on.
Hey,

I'm moving on just fine.
Don't you worry

about that, okay?

It's not my fault
that most of the women

I've met recently don't have
that special something.

I'm not that picky. All she has
to do is be smart and beautiful.

And-and know some Krav Maga

and be able to handle herself
in a firefight.

You know, that's a real asset.

No one is ever
going to be Sarah,

but comparing everyone else
in the world to her

is unfair to them, and
more importantly, it's unfair

to you.

What do I need a girlfriend
for anyway, man?

You ain't got one.

Not for lack of trying.
And neither does Bozer.

We get to do what we want,
when we want.

Bachelors ain't got to answer
to nobody, man. It's awesome.

Hey, what's up? Bam!

Ooh. Mama looks pissed.

Excuse me?
Well, I'm just saying,
you don't look

as-as sunshiny as usual.

Okay, I would like for you to
switch to your inner voice now.

Okay.
I'm serious, Jack.

All right. What's going on?

Yeah, is this about Murdoc?

MATTY:
I wish, but unfortunately,

it's about another
notorious figure from the past.

Who?
Someone I thought I'd buried

a decade ago.

Duke Jacoby.

Ooh, no way.

How is that even possible?

Wait. Am-am I supposed to
know who this person is or...?

Yeah. What is he
Gunrunner

Depends on the day
of the week.

BOZER:
Uh, why does

Duke Jacoby have Jack's face?

It's one of my old CIA covers,
Bozer.

MATTY:
After Hurricane Katrina,

New Orleans was basically
the Wild West,

so while law enforcement

was busy reinstating order
in the streets...

Duke was sent in to keep an eye
on all the sinister activity

going on in and around
the Port of New Orleans.

With Duke's help,
the Agency

was able to disrupt over 100
criminal and terrorist plots.

Yeah. I mean,
he was one of the best

CIA covers, like, ever.

He was also one
of the most expensive

CIA covers, like, ever.
Yeah.

So much so
that the top brass considered

having him assassinated.

They called it
"Operation Budget Cuts."

Well, by that point, I almost
wish they did kill him off.

I-I hated being that guy.

Okay, but if Jack is Duke,
and Jack is here,

then how exactly has Duke
resurfaced in New Orleans?

Yeah.
I don't know, Bozer,

but two days ago,
someone started reactivating

Duke's digital footprint
in NOLA--

opening new bank accounts,

unfreezing old credit cards,
accessing his DMV records.

How'd this person get all
this info on a CIA cover?

And what are they planning
on doing with it?

Well, that is exactly
what I'm taking Mac and Jack

to New Orleans to find out.

You're coming with us?

That's how serious this is.

All right.

Riley, I need you here,

combing through both the Phoenix

and CIA networks.

Find out if someone hacked in
and stole Duke's info.

Okay.
I'll be sure to bring you back
some beignets, Riley.

MATTY: Actually, Bozer,
you're staying here to work

on another assignment.

Then you'll assist Riley
in the war room.

Mm!
So...

I guess you can
pick us up some donuts.

MATTY: All right, people,
we've got work to do. Mac, Jack,

wheels up in 20.

Yeah.
Yes, ma'am.

JACK:
Man, it's weird being back here.

I was really hoping
Duke had said good-bye

to this place for good.

You've been checking over

your shoulder ever since
we got here. I'm guessing

Duke had some enemies.
You know that old-school

white pages phone book
I have at my house?

Yeah. The one that I told you
to get rid of because

it's pretty much useless.
Yeah. That's the one.

Well, Duke made enough
enemies to fill two of 'em.

Just showing my face
around here is a risk.

Okay, to be fair, Dalton,
showing your face

anywhere is a risk.
I'm just saying.

Okay, now where
are you taking us?
I'm taking you

right to the source.

I call upon the spirits
of the beyond

and ask

that they give me

the power of sight!

You can drop the act, Willy.

You ain't
fooling anybody.

Except for maybe these yahoos.

WOMAN:
What?

Show's over. Everyone out.

You have got a lot of nerve
coming in here, Jacoby.

I'm still quicker with a
blade than you are, old man.

Hey, you old

salty dog.
How are you, Duke?

I'm doing good.
Good to see you.

Guys, this is Willy.

He is king of the Big Easy
underground. Nothing goes on

in this town without him
knowing about it,

and more often than not,

he's got a piece of the action,
ain't that right?

Well, a man's got to eat, Duke.

JACK:
You're right.

Uh, can I help you?

Sorry. I was just trying to see
how you made the flame so big,

but now I see the
modified butane lighters

and the flash powder
for a kick, yeah?

Underneath the sleeves.
That's what I would've done.

Uh, who the hell is this, Duke?

Well, these two

are my associates, Will.

Are you in town long, man?

Only long enough to find out
who's been running around town

pretending
to be me.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you?

Well, I would love
to help you out, Duke,

but first, there's the small
matter of the five grand

you owe me from that business
with the Dominicans.

Right.

Here you go.

MATTY:
I see now

why you haven't mentioned

this place before, Duke.

Just tell us what you know,
will you?

I'm sorry, Duke.

I-I wish I knew something,

but I haven't seen anybody
pretending to be you.

Copy that. Thanks.

It's good to see you.

Let's go.

However, I did see your wife,
and, man, she's a knockout.

Yeah, thanks, buddy.

She's a real
peach, huh?

You haven't seen her around,
have you?

Yes, I'd like to
find her right now.

I imagine Dixie Lee's
at your new place, Duke.

You do remember where
your new place is, right?

Because if,
by some odd chance,

you've forgotten
your own address,

I'd be happy to remind you...

for a small fee, of course.

Of course.

You know, I'm a little...

a little light.

Matty,

give me a little
scratch, will you?

Looks like Mrs. Jacoby
is not home.

Really?
That's a shame.

I was really looking forward to
meeting the old ball and chain.

Yeah. Me, too.

MacGYVER:
Look what I found.

Well, now we know
what she's been doing

with Duke's good credit.

Riley, you're up.

Whoa, this computer's
so brand-new,

there's next to nothing on it.

Well, "next to nothing"
isn't nothing.

It sure isn't.

I just found a hidden folder
of financial, DMV and IRS info,

all belonging to Duke Jacoby.

JACK:
That's great, Ri.

But we already knew Dixie Lee
had that stuff on Duke.

Okay, Jack,
but what about the other 16?

What?
What?

16?

I just found
16 more hidden folders,

containing info on 16
other CIA cover identities.

I'm sending them over now,
Matty.

Some of these are still active.

Well, that means we're looking

at a much bigger breach
than we originally thought.

Whoever Dixie is,
we need to find her now,

before she gets a whole bunch

of undercover
CIA operatives killed.

JACK:
Man,

we have searched
every inch of this place,

and all we've learned
about my better half

is that she has kick-ass taste.

Does she, though?
I don't know. It's not
really my thing, but...

MacGYVER:
More importantly, why would
an operative who just stole

17 CIA cover I.D.s

risk this big of a footprint?

Maybe that was
part of her plan.

She suspected Duke was a CIA
cover, she poses as his spouse,

starts making noise to
see who will show up.

Well, if this is a trap, then
we've already walked into it.

Look, I want to know
who this lady is

and where she is right now.
Riley?

I'm working on it.

But I'm having a little trouble.

There's not a single active
cell phone

registered to either
Mr. or Mrs. Jacoby.

Well, can you track
her credit card purchases?

I could, but she didn't

make any purchases
with Duke's credit cards.

She used them to take out
cash advances at ATMs.

And before you ask
about the ATM cameras,

she blocked them.
Every last one of them.

She sounds like a pro.

How much cash did
the missus take?

Just north of 50 grand.

50 grand isn't exactly

walking around cash.

No, it is not.
Dixie's got a hiding spot

in this house somewhere.
We got to find it.

Jack, I need your cell phone.

Huh? It's brand-new.
You heard me.

Jack.
There's three phones
sitting right there.

And she is my wife,
so technically

they're half mine.
Just use one of those.

Okay, number one,
those phones are evidence.

Number two, she's not really

your wife.

And number three,
give Mac your damn phone.

Yeah, yeah, one, two, three,

break Jack's phone, I get it.

Oh, I'm gonna
need a... broom.

What, are we gonna clean
the place?

Go get it.

Fine.

MacGYVER:
So, ever since 2004,

all U.S. currency
has been printed

using metallic ink.

So, more bills...

You don't got to smile
while you're breaking it.

Sorry.

Means...

more metal.
Now, if we can attach

the Hall effect sensor
from your phone

to this radio speaker...

Thank you.

We should have
our own makeshift...

metal detector.

How long
is this gonna take?

MacGYVER:
Got something.

Oh...

What?
Hello, Mrs....

Hello, Mrs. Jacoby.

Let me see that.

Ay, Chihuahua, yes, please.

You know, Duke's the one
with kick-ass taste.

Riley, sending you a picture now

of the woman
who is not Jack's wife.

Yeah, but has serious potential.

RILEY:
Copy that.

Running facial recognition

against all databases.

Got her.

Dixie Lee Jacoby's real name
is Darlene Hagen,

born February 19.

Oh, I spoke too soon.

I'm looking at seven I.D.s
from seven states

with seven different names,

all with the same face.

Who is this woman?

That's a good question.

RILEY:
I don't know about the who,

but I might be able
to help you with the where.

She's not on any
law enforcement databases.

I've been running her face

against all the security cams

and social media posts
in New Orleans.

Ooh.

I got her walking
into a jazz club

on Royal 20 minutes ago.

I'm sending the address now.

All right.

Bounce.

Yeah. Yeah.
Yes, ma'am.

A-And technically,
that-that's half mine.

Hey, Bozer, you alone?

Looks that way.

Why

I scanned the CIA's network
to see if Dixie broke in

to steal
those cover identities.

But I didn't find
any sign of a breach.

That's good news, right?

Yeah, until I used
that same scan on our network,

and that's when...
things got less good.

Less good how?

Just like the CIA,
I found zero evidence

on anyone trying to break into
the Phoenix network.

But I did find some hidden,
encrypted traffic heading out.

These are encrypted data streams
from an unauthorized user.

A bunch of small,

daily bursts,

like, maybe text messages.

And then yesterday at 3:28 p.m.,

there was
a sustained transmission.

Like, maybe a phone call.

I think we have another mole
in the Phoenix.

ROBOT:
How curious, Bozer.

3:28 p.m.

is precisely the same time

you were on the phone with...
Thank you, narc.

It's me.

You?

I met someone. At spy school.

Her name's Leanna.
She's amazing.

Like, amazing amazing.

But at graduation, we were
ordered never to communicate

with any of the other students
ever again.

So instead
of following this order,

you decide to try and sneak

unauthorized encrypted
transmission

to your girlfriend
through the Phoenix?

Bozer, are you trying
to get caught?

No, of course not, but love
makes you do crazy things,

Riley, I...

Oh, my God.

That's the first time
I've ever admitted

I'm in love with Leanna.

Well, congratulations,
Bozer, but now

I'm gonna have to kill you
for involving me in this.

Please. You can't tell Matty.

I don't want to.

But if she finds out I knew
about this and stayed quiet...

Look, I'm sorry
you got dragged into this,

but I've never met anyone
like her before, Riley.

Isn't that the same line

you used on me
when we first met?

Leanna's different.
She's special.

I-I mean,
we don't work together,

so it's not awkward
like it was for you and me...

Okay, I don't know
what I'm saying.

I'm freaking out here.

Look...

I already made my choice.

So now...

I guess you got to make yours.

Well, cover me.

I'm gonna go introduce
myself to my wife.

Uh, bourbon. Neat. Please.

And would you refill

this lovely young lady's glass
again for me?

Thanks, but I prefer to
pay for my own poison.

Yeah, if that were true,

you wouldn't be here
drinking on my dime.

No, no, no.
Wait, wait, hang on now.

Just relax. Relax.

Don't you want to have a little
drinky

What are we drinking to?

To your last days
as a free woman.

You're even cuter in person.

Mmm.
I like the way you do your hair.

Oh, is that your play?
Cheap compliments?

Then you bat those eyelashes,

and you head for the door,
is that it?

Wouldn't be the first time

that little combo
got me out of a jam.

Mm.
Besides,

if you really wanted
to turn me in,

you would've brought cops.

So, what do you want, sugar?

Answers.

You can start with your name
and who you work for.

My name you're gonna have
to earn.

And who says I work for anyone?

Come on, you lifted 17 I.D.s.

You expect me to believe
you did all that on your own?

I'm a woman of many talents.

I bet.

Another one for
you, Ms. Jackoby?

It's Jac...
It's Jacoby.

Another round
for me and my husband.

And keep the change.

JACK:
Ooh.

Wow. Just like that.

Right in front of me. Okay.

Why have money
if you're not gonna spend it?

Mmm, Ms. Jacoby,
you are a cute one,

I'll give you that much.

Thank you.

But I think

you're a plain old con artist

who's in way over her head.

I think we both know

there's nothing old
or plain about me.

Listen, Dixie--

or whatever your name is--
playtime is over.

Okay? This is serious business.

You're gonna have to tell me
right now

how you got my identity
and the 16 others.

For your own safety.
You understand?

You know, most marks

only care
about their bank balance--

how much money they've lost,

if they're gonna get it back.

And no one's ever followed me
in person,

let alone this fast.

Just tell me
how you got the I.D.s.

And now that I think about
it, there was something off

about the paper trail on
you and your 16 friends.

Zero fraud claims,

not even a late payment.

It was a little too clean,
a little too perfect.

What can I say?
I'm a responsible guy.

Oh, come on, sugar.

We both know that's not true.

I may be just
a plain old con artist,

but you ain't Duke Jacoby

because Duke Jacoby
doesn't exist.

So, why don't you
start by telling me

what your real name is?

Duke, you got some fans
looking for you. Front door.

Ooh!

Ow.

*

Go!
Friends of yours?

Yeah, Duke didn't really
have friends.

You know what I'm saying?

Go get Dixie.
I got these guys.

JACK:
All right.

Move! Move!

Stop! Stop.
Okay.

Nice try, honey,
but you're not going anywhere.

Now listen to me for a sec.

Don't move.

What's up, man?

No!

Get your hands off my damn wife.

MacGYVER:
Hey!

Matty...

we got a problem.

Someone just stole a lot more
than Duke's identity.

Morning, sunshine.

Morning.

How long was I out?

Hmm, 30 minutes,
give or take.

I already tried that.

Yeah?
They cut the emergency release.

Oh.
We're good and stuck.

So, hubby, you want to tell me
who these guys are?

Well, it's hard to say, really.

Could be the 39ers.

Could be the Bayou Mafia.

Could be the two
guys I hunted down

for the Bayou Mafia.

It's dealer's choice, really.

Seriously, who are you?

It... it's complicated.

You know, maybe you should
do a tad more research

before you go pretending to be
somebody's wife next time, okay?

Look, I actually
don't care who you are,

or what's going on here.
That's not very nice.

I just don't want to get in
the middle of this, okay?

All right? So if this is about
the identities I stole,

I'm sorry.

I've been conning this
government IT contractor

for weeks, planning
to drain his 401k.

But when I got access
to his computer,

I found his bank accounts,

credit cards,
social security numbers.

I mean, I thought
I hit the jackpot.

I figured y'all
were just 17 people

in some government database,

not 17 people
the government made up.

All right, look, I-I can't

tell you what's
going on, I'm sorry.

But I promise I'm gonna get you
out of this, okay? I promise.

Who is this guy?
No clue.

But someone sent him and
eight others to grab Jack

and our fake Mrs. Jacoby.

In all the excitement,
this guy got left behind.

And from what
I've heard about Duke,

I think it's a safe bet

that whoever sent these guys
is not a friend.

Great. Which means we
have yet another problem.

Because it's only a matter of
time before Duke's better half

realizes she's sitting on one
hell of a bargaining chip.

17 freshly stolen CIA identities

could fetch millions
on the black market.

Yes. So first things first:

let's I.D. sleeping beauty here.
Riley?

All right, let's
see who you are.

Well, first, there's too many
hits, now there's too few.

Sorry, guys, all I can tell you
is this guy doesn't have

a criminal record
or a driver's license.

Would you like to
rouse our guest?

My pleasure.

Where you going?
I was gonna go make
some smelling salts.

Oh, never mind, Goldilocks.

I'll just do it
the old-fashioned way.

Hey, sleepyhead.

How you feeling?

Where did you
take Duke Jacoby?

BOZER: Hey, Matty.
Sorry to interrupt,

but at spy school, we learned
an interrogation technique

for situations like this.

You start by going into
his mental space

and then you want to...
MATTY: Bozer.

You do realize that I wrote

that entire curriculum, right?

That's Albanian,
and so is he.

Riley, pull up everything

about the Albanian mob
in Duke's file.
Okay.

Oh, and Bozer, here's a tip:

whenever you're in pain,

you always revert to
your mother tongue.

You might want
to write that down.

RILEY:
Well,

I see a long list of dirtballs

who despise Duke,

but nothing about any Albanians.

So how do we find Jack?

He may not be able to
tell us where Jack is,

but he might be
able to show us.

Little Raymond?

It's just Raymond now.

Oh, okay.

You know,
the last time I saw you,

your pops had you dragging
Lake Pontchatoony,

Pontchatong-- whatever--
you remember that?

When you lost
that huge...

drug shipment. This
guy's a moron, man.

No.

What I remember is you losing
the shipment and blaming me.

Yeah, well, who can be sure

about something like
that after this long?

I can.

I remember that entire June
perfectly. You want to know why?

Why?
'Cause that was the month
you double-crossed us.

Pops went down
for racketeering.

Got 60 years in the can.

And you... skipped town.

Hey, hey.
What's with the attitude?

"Just Ray."

Looks like you're running
things just fine now.

You know, you should
probably be thanking me

for your promotion.

You're welcome.
You're welcome.

I've dreamt of killing you
for a long time, Jacoby.

Can't believe I actually get to
be the one to do it.

Congratulations.

Don't worry.
It'll be quick.

For the missus.

Not so much for you.

No-no-no, wait, wait, wait
a minute now.

She has nothing to do with this.

She's not even my real wife.
It's true.

You got to believe him.
You think I'm married?

I've never seen him
before today.
No.

If I'm being honest,

I don't really care who you are.

I'll give you
half a million dollars.

What?

Yeah, the-the 500.

Now put the gun on me.

$500,000 I stole

from your old man
before I split.

There you go.

I mean, y-you are family.

Technically, it's yours.
I'll just give it to you.

What $500,000?

What

Why do you think I would come
back to this armpit?

I hate New Orleans.

Do you know how many people
want to kill me here

I'd need a good reason.

And I got 530,000 good ones,
you know what I'm saying?

But, baby, we were gonna
use that money

to build a house...
Not right now, Dixie Cup.

...with a view of the bayou.
Sugar Pie, Sugar Pie.

We will work this out.
Should of known this
was gonna happen.

Mama warned me from the start
you were...
Karen,

...no good at follow-through.
Are we still role

Shut up, the both of you.

You really have
$500,000 of my money?

Yup.

Maybe now would be
a good time for you

to let me in
on what you're doing.

I'm coating the
cuffs in a mixture

of selenium powder,
cadmium oxide,

and good old muriatic acid.

When blended together,
they cause a reaction

that emits a light
at a wavelength

that can only be seen
by infrared cameras.

Like, say, the IR camera in one
of our keyhole satellites?

Exactly.

So, now, all we got to do

is slide these cuffs on our
large friend over there,

let him think that he's escaped,
and then he's either gonna run

to the nearest airport or...

Straight back to his boss,
who's holding Jack and Dixie.

Okay. It's a long shot.

But 50/50 odds are a hell of
a lot better than nothing.

Got to make this look
convincing,

so step one is letting him know
we're gonna be moving him

to a more secure location,

which will motivate him.

Sounds like your friend just
skipped step one.

Well, did you get the cuffs
on him?

Barely.

And don't worry about me,
Matty, I'll be fine.

Good. Riley, you're up.
Get us an eye in the sky.

You know when that
lunatic realizes

you didn't actually
steal his money,

he's gonna kill us both.
Don't worry.

I'm working on getting
my hands free.

The trick's gonna be

to get close enough
to one of these goons

to lift a weapon.

I might be able
to help with that.
Yeah, how's that?

Mr. Scowly over there's
been patting his pockets

for two hours.

He wants a cigarette,
but he's out.

If I tell him I have a pack
on me and offer one

in exchange for a light...

He'll close the
distance himself.

Very clever.
Thanks.

Smart, beautiful, brave...

You know, you could've
been anything.

How'd you wind up doing
something like this?

You'd rather play
"get to know you" than

"get the hell out of here"?

Still working on
getting my hands free.

Thought we could do both.

I tried the legit life.

But had to be honest
with myself--

I like life on this side
of the law.

And I love my work.

It does make it hard
to meet Mr. Right, though.

Why is that funny?

It's just...
it's just familiar.

You know, I think
if we'd have met

under different
circumstances

and-and weren't
about to die...

I think we might've

had a second date,
maybe even a third.

Oh, you're assuming I'd have
said yes to the first. Hmm.

Okay. I almost
got my hands free.

You-you about ready
for that smoke?

So, I called some associates.
And guess what?

Not a single person can confirm
your story about the 500 grand.

But the more people I spoke to,
the more it became clear

you were right about one thing:
there are a lot of folks

in New Orleans who hate you.

And so, I made a few more calls
and found a mutual acquaintance

who said you left him and
his brother for dead years ago.

In a swamp?
Oh, yeah, well,

I wanted to kill those two
ding-dongs on the boat.

It was just more convenient
to throw them overboard.

And a lot nicer,
if you think about it.

Well, that's not how
they see it.

Well...
Turns out these brothers
dislike you so much, Duke,

they're willing to pay me
a cool million

for the honor
of killing you themselves.

It's been a real pleasure
being your husband.

BOZER: Okay, Mac's infrared
handcuffs are doing the trick.

Our Albanian friend just turned
right on Tulane Avenue.

RILEY: But Mac was right about
the chemical tags wearing off.

Color's fading fast.
I don't think

we're gonna be able
to track him much longer.

MATTY: This guy's our best hope
at finding Jack.

I need you to pinpoint
his position now.

Well, either Riley just
jinxed us and the tag wore off,

or he just ran into a building
on Pierce Street.

Drop your weapons!

Hands in the air!
Get down on your knees!

No.
Get him up, now!

I sincerely hope y'all are
friends with my husband.
Where is he?

I don't know. But I know
somebody's paying a million
dollars to kill him.

And I might be able to
help you figure out who.

So how about we make a deal?

Okay, according to Dixie,
the Albanians are selling Jack

to a couple of brothers
he left in a swamp.

Let's hope Duke put something
about them in the files.

Bet Jack never thought his life
would hinge on his ability

to fill out paperwork.

RILEY: Matty, I think
we got a hit. In 2009,

Duke was transporting
two Brazilian smugglers

through the bayou at night,
when, quote,

"Things went kind of sideways,

"due to nobody's fault
in particular,

"and I wound up tossing 'em both

in the drink." Ooh.

Do these smugglers have a name?

BOZER:
Matheus and Gustavo Barbosa.

They blew into New Orleans
after the hurricane

and put down roots.

It looks like they've expanded
from smuggling to real estate.

They're buying up properties
all over the city--

vacant lots, abandoned houses,

a couple of car washes,
a cemetery.

A cemetery? If I was
gonna kill someone

and hide the evidence,
that would do the trick.

MATTY:
Okay, Mac, SWAT's in place,

and they're not gonna move

until I give them
the green light.

If our targets suspect
anything suspicious,

they can kill Dalton on-site.

Any signs of the Albanians
or Brazilians?

No. Everyone is resting
peacefully on my end.

But this place is huge,
and we still don't know

if this is where the deal
is going down for sure.

Matty, I got eyes
on the Albanians.

Headed for
the south exit.

Don't move!
Put your hands on the wheel!

Where I can see 'em!

They're not in the vehicle!
Where is he?

Duke. Where's Duke?

Don't know anyone by that name.

Where did the Barbosas take him?

RILEY:
Uh, Mac,

there's a crazy heat plume

that just popped up
on the sat feed.

It's in the southwest corner
of the cemetery.

Crematorium.

Hey, wait a minute, fellas!

We can work something out,
can't we?!

Come on!

*

Oh...

Well, Duke,

I kind of always thought
you'd get me killed one day.

I just didn't think it'd be...

today.

Mac, what are you doing? SWAT's
mobilizing an assault now.

Jack can't wait, Matty.
Incinerator's already burning.

Follow his lead! Go, go, go!

Mac, we have no idea
how many hostiles are

in that building. You have
a plan to deal with that?

I'll worry about that
once I shut off the gas.

And how do you plan to do that?

After Katrina, all gas lines
in New Orleans were retrofitted

with emergency shutoff valves
in case of another disaster.

And?

I'm about to be that disaster.

Come on, Mac.
I need you now, buddy.

I need you now
more than ever. Mac.

Mac! Hey! Help!

MAN:
Go, go, go!

Shoot him.

Drop it!

Drop it!
Don't you move!

Get down on your knees now!

Jack, I'm here! Hang on!

Mac, get me out of here!

I'm coming!

You okay?
I don't know, man.

I was just on fire.
You tell me.

You look good to me.
Good

Let's scratch that one
off the bucket list.

What?

Being burned alive,
you know, I was...

I was kind of curious.

You're insane, man.

So are you.

That was a mistake!

Mac?

JACK: Well, thanks for getting
me out of there, buddy.

It was getting a little warm.

Easy with the tootsies
there, bud.

So, what kind of gadget did you
come up with to bust me out?

Drove that Cadillac

through the building,
and then I pulled you out

with my bare hands.

Sounds like I'm
rubbing off on you.

What, did you run out of
paper clips and bubble gum

or something?
Yeah.

Something like that.
Thanks, man.

Oh, yeah.

Cute mittens, Blondie.

Thanks.

You like my socks?

No, Jack. I was just kidding.

But, seriously,

you guys are lucky to be alive.

Unfortunately, Duke Jacoby
can't say the same thing,

because he never made it out
of that coffin.

I just got off the
phone with the CIA.

Duke Jacoby
is now officially KIA.

Well, that is fantastic news.
No offense.

No, none taken. RIP.

No one's happier seeing him

in the rearview
mirror than me.

But, uh...

...what's gonna
happen to her?

Dixie Lee Jacoby
will be buried here,

right alongside
her husband, Duke.

But as far
as the unidentified con woman

in handcuffs over there,

we're gonna put her
skills to good use.

I just negotiated a deal
to have her charges dropped

in exchange for
her helping the CIA

to make better
cover identities.

NOPD should be getting the word
right... about...

Okay. Copy.
...now.

Matty, that is
the nicest thing

you've ever done
for me-- thank you.

You must have left some brain
cells back in that box, Dalton.

I did it for national
security, not for you.

Speaking of which,
the very first thing I am doing

when we get home
is ordering a full review

of your after action reports.

Every last one.

Yeah, well, as horrible
as that sounds,

it's better than
being barbecued alive.

I look forward to
what I'm sure will be

an unending ass whooping.

They told me you guys are
responsible for my release.

Thank you.

Thank her.

Thank you. Seriously.

And for what it's worth...

I am so sorry for everything
I put you through.

That is so sweet.
You're so sweet.

Apology accepted.

MacGYVER:
Hey, Matty,

I think SWAT
has some more questions

about the seismic
shutoff valves.

Yeah, all over it.

It's Dawn.

Yeah. Yeah,
I kind of figured that

when I saw the sun
coming up...
No.

The first question
that you asked me--

that's the answer.

My real name...
it's Dawn.

Oh, Dawn.

Pretty name for a pretty
girl. Hi, I'm Jack.

Hi, Jack.
Hi. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.
Oh, Dawn, walk with me, Dawn.

Okay. Ooh, ah.

What's your, uh, what's
your last name, Dawn?

Oh. Slow down, cowboy.

You're gonna have to
buy me dinner first.

Okay, I can do that.
Can I borrow some money?

Anything you want.

RIP, Duke.

We hardly knew ye.

Mac, Jack and Matty
are wheels up in 10.

Only a few more hours before

Matty walks back
through that door.

And... have you thought about

what you're gonna say...

...or not say?

Look, Bozer, what you did
was stupid and selfish,

and... and shortsighted.

But, after I decrypted
your messages to Leanna...

I may have read a few.

You did?

It was kind of hard not to...

"Snuggle-bear."

And the parts that didn't
make me want to throw up

were actually really sweet.

So you're not gonna turn me in?

I don't have to turn you in,

because you're never
gonna get caught.

Let me see your phone.

I built you guys a
way more encrypted app.

Completely undetectable
on the Phoenix network.

Which means this conversation
right here...

never happened.

Riley. Riley!

Thank you, Riley.

Oh...

Jack Dalton,

I like your style.

You do?

Mm-hmm.

Hey, do you like
Bruce Willis?

I love Bruce Willis.
He is so hot.

Really?
Yeah.

You want to have a Die Hard
marathon in the bedroom?

Oh, yeah.

"Welcome to the party, pal."

No.

She robbed me?

Not again. No, please.

She better not have taken
my dad's dog tags.

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