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I'm not gonna ask you again.

- _
- Where is the map?

- _
- See, you already said

that you weren't gonna ask again

the last time that you asked again.

You look smarter than your friend.

I mean, I would never say that.

I mean, everyone has their
strengths and weaknesses.

Shut up. Where is the map?!

All right, all right.
Hold on. Calm down.

Let me ask you a better question.

How many grenades were
on your vest a second ago?

'Cause I counted three,

but now I only see two.

What my very smart
friend is trying to say is

let us go or no one
leaves this room alive.

Damn straight.

Hey, good work, Boze. Now
put the pin back in there

- and let's get out of... What are you doing?
- Oh, no.

- I think I lost the pin.
- You what?

Yup, it's gone.

I think it fell into that drain.

- But you can do something, right?
- Uh...

What do you mean, "Uh"?

What?

Ew. Don't touch it. I know.

But wood is a very versatile material.

It's got a high tensile strength,

meaning it's difficult to pull apart,

and it's got a high
compressive strength,

so it won't break when
you put pressure on it.

That actually gonna work?

Probably not, because wood

doesn't have a high shear strength,

which is a material's
ability to resist two forces

pushing in opposite directions,

like scissors, or say,
a grenade trigger switch.

How fast can you get to the door?

Do I have any other options?

Hold your hand on that all day.

But my hand's already cramping.

And you already know my family
got a history of arthritis.

Then this is our only option.

This should buy us some extra seconds.

Now, roll it to the end of the room,

and then we run. Fast.

Okay. On three.

One, two, three!

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Mac? Mac? You here?

Phew.

Man, what the hell?

- I was cooking us dinner.
- Is that supposed to be food?

I'll never understand how someone

who can disarm a bomb with a paperclip

can't cook a simple meal.

Yeah, well, we all have our
strengths and weaknesses.

Isn't that right?

Yeah, yeah.

So why'd you go all Top Chef today?

I know the last week
hasn't been easy for you,

with Leanna having second thoughts
about moving in with you, so I

thought a home-cooked meal
would take your mind off it.

Thanks, Mac, but I'm fine.

I can honestly say,
after a little reflection,

this one was for the best.

She'll come around.

Matty needs us in the war room.

Well, let's pack some
of this up to go, then.

Uh, how about we don't?
Just leave that there.

- You know... leave it.
- You sure?

- Yeah. Oh, I'm sure.
- Okay.

- Yeah.
- I mean, I bet underneath the burnt,

- there's some pretty good stuff.
- I bet you're wrong.

What's that burning smell?

Dinner.

You know, sometimes I think

I need to keep you two
under 24-hour surveillance.

It's a little creepy knowing
that's actually an option.

Just takes one phone call.

So, what do we got today?

This is surveillance footage
from the Westwood Vault Company,

inside one of their most private
and secure vaults in California.

This footage is two hours old.

The four in the cat
masks are a notorious

group of thieves responsible

for over a dozen high-end
robberies in the last year.

Today they were trying to steal
five million in gold bullion.

That woman in the cat mask...

she's their leader, Charlotte Cole.

Turns out Charlotte has been
living quite the double life.

By day, she's a married mother of two

who works as a sales rep
for an L.A. medical company.

But by night she moonlights
as a master thief.

Well, it's a solid cover.

Who would suspect a young mom
of leading a gang of thieves?

And a job in sales means no one
would wonder about her travel.

If Charlotte and her gang
are already in custody,

- what do you need from us?
- I need you to become them.

24 hours ago a criminal
known only as The Fence

contacted Charlotte to
hire her crew for a job.

The Fence is a very high-value target.

He has the honor of landing on almost

every intelligence service's wish list.

Is it weird I've never heard of him?

You know, I was just
thinking the same thing,

- but I didn't want to say anything.
- Actually, no.

The Fence has made it a priority
to remain completely anonymous.

We have no photos of him,
no voice recordings, nothing.

All we know is that he
hires high-line thieves

for one-off jobs to
steal valuable items,

then he funnels the profits to
over a dozen terrorist groups.

You want us to go to Charlotte's
meeting with The Fence.

That's correct. I want you
three to pose as the thieves,

with Riley as your leader,
the new Charlotte Cole.

Wait. Doesn't The Fence know
what the cat mask gang looks like?

No one knows what they look
like, no one except for us.

So we go to this meeting and
take The Fence into custody.

No. You go to this meeting

and you accept whatever
job the Fence offers you.

Then you will pull off the job,

deliver the stolen goods,

and the minute he takes physical
possession, we slap on the cuffs.

You want leverage to squeeze
the Fence for everything he knows

- about the terror groups he's funding.
- That is correct.

We take down The Fence and who
knows how many enemies of the state

he takes down with him?

Do we know what he wants them...

- I mean us, to steal?
- We don't. Could be anything.

Precious metals,
electronics, exotic cars.

- We just don't know yet.
- So where are we meeting him?

Well, that's the first
thing we need to find out.

Charlotte Cole, we're
here with an offer.

Give us the location of
your meeting with The Fence,

and in return, we will only hold
you and your crew for 48 hours

before wiping your records clean

and releasing you back into the wild

as the fine, upstanding citizens

who will never break another law again.

Ever.

We'll consider this a
life-changing mini vacation.

That's the carrot.

What's the stick?

Refuse to give me the
location of your meeting,

and you will disappear down a dark hole

where there are no clocks
and no calendars to track

the years you will be
spending down there.

It's your choice.

Five seconds. Go.

Considering you're
holding all the cards,

and I'm not a fan of dark holes,

how about I make this easy for you?

Smart lady.

There were supposed to be four of you.

He wasn't pulling his weight.

We parted ways.

I trust he isn't a man who talks.

Not anymore.

Charlotte Cole.

- Your reputation precedes you.
- As does yours.

Well, then how I conduct my business

is not going to be a surprise.
My terms are non-negotiable.

We work together one time.

I give you the details of
the job, you pull it off.

Once I acquire the goods

you're paid, we part ways,
and we never speak again.

Unless you give me a reason

to continue the conversation. Clear?

Fine by me.

So, what are these goods?

There is a briefcase being
smuggled into the Russian tech giant

Silver Wall Technologies, Moscow office,

for an off-the-books sale.

I want you to acquire the
briefcase before it changes hands.

I recruited you because

you've broken into Silver
Wall once before, yes?

I've been inside.

Anything you can tell us about it?

Plenty.

- But I don't share trade secrets.
- Fair enough.

The sale goes down tomorrow at 4:00

in a secure sub-basement lab

in the R&D wing.

4:00 pm, tomorrow, in Moscow?

Is the timing gonna be a problem?

Depends on the job specs.

I just gave 'em to you.

You seem to be missing
a few key details.

Your group's good.

Hmm.

- Fill in the gaps.
- I got a gap.

What's in the briefcase?

A dirty bomb.

A nuke?

Boom.

We steal diamonds, gold
jewelry, bearer bonds.

We've never stolen something like this.

"Never have" is different
than "never will".

What category are you in?

We haven't talked price.

One million dollars

to expand your horizons
and steal the briefcase.

So...

what do you say?

High-risk item,

ultra-secure building
in a foreign country

on a nearly impossible timeline.

Two million.

Not a penny less.

Done.

Congrats.

- You just bought yourself a weapon of mass destruction.
- Mm.

Okay, Matty, we need to call an audible

and shut this thing down now.
The Fence just hired us to steal

a dirty bomb out of a
Russian tech giant in Moscow.

That's a negative on the audible, Mac.

Getting authorization to
deploy boots on the ground

in Russia could take days.

By then the dirty bomb
will be in the wind.

No. We have to stick
to the original plan.

Hey, Matty, I'm on the Silver
Wall company website now.

Looks like they're throwing
a gala in their building

to celebrate some new product launch.

And guess what time it starts.

4:00 p.m. tomorrow.

You know, a gala sounds
like great cover for a sale.

Buyer and seller could use
an invite to this shindig

as their way into the
well-guarded building.

Get me an up-to-the-minute
guest list for that gala.

Uh, look at this.

Silver Wall created a
defense division last year.

It might be possible that one
of their employees is the seller.

It might explain why they have
a dirty bomb and why the sale

is going down in one of
their ultra-secure labs.

What kind of damage are we talking

if this nuclear weapon goes off?

Well, technically, a dirty
bomb isn't a nuclear weapon.

It's radiological material strapped
to a conventional explosive.

So, bomb goes off, if it
spreads radioactive dust.

Depending on the element
deployed, it can affect thousands.

A dirty bomb is hard to
track and easy to hide.

We cannot let this slip
through our fingers.

Uh, guys, we might have a problem.

I can't find schematics
for Silver Wall online

and I can't get past
their network's firewall.

So now I have no idea what
the building looks like

or what kind of security they have.

So this heist is gonna be
completely by the seat of our pants?

Well, if we can't get eyes inside,

I guess it's gonna have to be.

What if I get us eyes that
have already been inside?

Beautiful home and family.

Congrats.

I told you where my
meeting with the Fence was.

We had a deal.

Why are we here?

Did the Fence tell you
what he wanted you to steal?

I never ask a client
what I'm hired to steal

and they don't tell me.

Cleaner that way.

Do you know the building
you were supposed to hit?

Was gonna find that out at that meeting

I could never make it to.

Silver Wall Tech in Moscow.

The Fence said you had
been in there before

and that's why he hired you.

Yeah. My crew pulled off a job

inside Silver Wall six months ago.

So why are we here?

We're here because I'm
extending you a new offer.

Help us to break into
Silver Wall, steal an object,

and get out undetected and you go free.

But refuse, and I will
march you straight up

to that front door and tell
your two adorable children

exactly who their mother really is:

a dangerous thief who will miss

both their high school
and college graduations.

You really don't mess around, do you?

Okay. You got a deal.

So, now what?

We get started.

Who exactly are you guys?

Let me take you through
what we have so far.

As you can see, the
schematic is incomplete.

We only have the most basic
description of the interior

based on a handful of marketing
photos we found online.

The sale is happening
at a gala tomorrow.

So you going in as
bartenders or cleaning crew?

Cleaning crew.

Forged ID badges linked
to dummy employee accounts

will get us through lobby security.

Bozer will be waiting
in the getaway vehicle

while the rest of us head inside.

Once we pass through the lobby,

we're gonna head down what we
believe is the main corridor.

According to The Fence, the
sale's happening in a sub-basement.

Hold on.

Getting down into the sub-basement

means bypassing multiple
layers of security.

How are the buyer and
seller gonna do that?

We have reason to believe the seller

is an employee of the company.

And you guys are what,
some private group

or government, maybe?

CIA? DIA? NSA?

I suggest you spend less
time guessing who we are

and more time planning
how you're gonna help.

Marker, please.

Your idea to go through
the lobby is good.

But at the end of this hallway
there's a security door,

kind of like a bank vault,

and your cleaning crew badges
aren't gonna swipe you through.

So what's your plan?

I can make a powerful electromagnet

to slide the metal bolts,
force the door open.

Once we pass through the
door, we're gonna head...

Sorry. They got you.

What do you mean, "they got you"?

This door you just snuck through

leads to a security
checkpoint, so what I mean is...

they got you.

But we won't be going through that door.

See, the cool thing
about this building is

it's full of secret hallways and rooms.

So instead of going down this main hall,

we're gonna take this side hall

which leads to a service
elevator, and that...

Wait, w... wait... the service elevator

doesn't go down to the sub-basement.

No, it doesn't.

But it does go down
to the service level,

where, at the end of this hall,
you're gonna find another door

marked "maintenance closet."

Inside here you're gonna find
more than just cleaning products.

There's another security door

with a card reader

that leads to a restricted hallway

that only the top brass has access to.

Clear frame.

We're good.

Here.

Thanks.

At the end of this
hall there's a staircase

which leads you to the sub-basement.

If the meeting's
happening in an R&D lab,

it's gonna be a little more tricky.

Why would that be a little more tricky?

There's a pressure plate security system

protecting the hall that
leads to the R&D labs.

The slightest shift
in weight sets it off,

sending Silver Wall security running.

The only way to disable
it is with a retinal scan.

And the computer that's
controlling it is air gapped,

so no hacking it remotely.

Well, getting past the pressure
plate can't be impossible.

You did it.

So what'd you do...
steal someone's eyeball?

Not quite.

And how long did that take you?

Seven minutes.

If three of us go in,
that's 21 minutes, at best.

I don't think we have that much time.

We won't, but it does give me an idea.

Using parts from the cleaning cart,

I'm going to build us a
sled that will suspend us

over the pressure plate...

... by transferring
the weight of our bodies

into the force keeping
the wheels and cart

tight against the wall.

You can really build that?

Let's go get that briefcase.

You guys are fun.

Don't worry, I got it.

196, 197,

198, 199...

and the guy with the silly hat
is the 200th guest to enter.

All right, we're in.

You getting this, Matty?

Yeah, I got it.

What is that thing?

It's an IMSI catcher.

It poses as a cell tower and forces
all phones in the area to connect.

It allows us to tap into
all the local cell traffic.

Hopefully, we can use this
to sift through all the texts

and ID the buyer and the seller
by using a keyword program.

Then, once we have their numbers,

we can track them visually
and send Phoenix agents

to pick 'em up later.

You guys have just under
an hour until the sale.

Should take about 30 minutes

from the front entrance to the lab,

so plenty of time to get in position.

Let's get ready.

I've got a question I've
been dying to ask since L.A.

Why are you still living
the secret cat burglar life

when you have a family at home?

People tell new mothers that they
shouldn't give up their hobbies.

That continuing them only
makes you a better mother

and wife.

Being a thief has always been my hobby.

But it never...

scratched that itch I had for
something a bit more challenging.

Doing this does.

You ever consider
ignoring the itch and...

going straight?

Right after I got married, I tried.

But I missed it.

Besides, I'm really good at it.

Maybe you should consider
a hobby that doesn't put you

behind bars for more than a decade.

The keyword logger just got a hit.

I think we have a problem.

This text was just sent and it
came from inside Silver Wall.

"Ten minutes to clear. Minimum
safe distance two miles."

Minimum safe distance...
what does that mean?

The Fence's intel was wrong.
This isn't a sale. It's an attack.

You mean someone just
triggered the dirty bomb?

The Fence hired me
to steal a dirty bomb?

Yeah. And it's gonna
go off in ten minutes,

so let's get inside now.

But getting down to the lab
is gonna take 30 minutes.

What are we gonna do?

Improvise.

All right, Matty, we're in.

Charlotte and I are headed to the lab,

Riley and Bozer to security.

We're down to nine minutes,

- so whatever you're planning...
- Do it fast.

Got it.

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_

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- Nice job, Bozer.
- Hey.

- Double-O Bo.
- Jack would be proud.

I'm okay.

Okay, Matty, security's ours.

Found them. They're in the elevator.

Mac, hallways on the service floor

- are clear to the maintenance closet.
- Great.

How we doing on the
vault door behind it?

Still working on that, Mac.

There's a reason why
this wasn't the plan.

Seven minutes, Mac.

You know, you don't
have to come with me.

Would I have time to reach minimum
safe distance if I took off now?

Maybe, but it's not just the initial
explosion you have to worry about.

When a dirty bomb explodes
and the particles scatter,

wind becomes the big
concern, because it can blow

the radiological
material in any direction.

Well, sounds like I don't
have much of a choice.

Mac, you got two guards headed your way.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to make something
to knock 'em out with.

Well, that happened.

My husband and I take Krav
Maga at this great place

in the Valley, if you ever want to join.

Riley?

Got it.

Riley, any chance you can turn
off this pressure plate for me?

No. I tried.

What are we gonna do?

We don't have time to
build your sled thing.

Mac, you better hurry.

Pretty sure security just
realized something's going on.

You got a half a dozen coming your way.

Matty, we're in the lab.

Got eyes on the briefcase.

It looks like someone took out a
security guard before we got here.

Be careful, Mac. Whoever
knocked out that guard

and set the bomb could
still be down there.

Copy that.

Mac? Talk to me.

Okay, we've got a brick of plastic
explosive strapped to a detonator.

Nothing too fancy. What worries me

is that the radiological
compound is Americium-241.

And that's bad?

It's not something you
want inside your body.

If this goes off, it
could kill thousands.

Let's make sure that doesn't happen.

- Sounds like a plan.
- Less than a minute.

Okay, I need your help. You see
that? That's a mercury switch.

It will complete the circuit
and detonate the explosive

- if we lift the briefcase.
- Okay, what do you need me to do?

You have steady hands, right?

Not sure how steady they are right now.

Gonna have to do.

I need you to lift the explosive,

'cause the wiring is tucked
underneath, and I can't reach it.

But don't tilt it, or it will
complete the circuit and...

Boom. Right.

Got it.

- Are we alive?
- Yeah.

Bomb's disarmed. You can put it down.

Security is heading your way.

You guys pack it up
and get out of there.

Okay, Matty, we're heading out.

I could not have done that without you.

- What the hell are you doing?
- What I do best.

Matty, Charlotte has the
bomb and is getting away.

_

_

Tac team one, at the warehouse, go.

Move, move.

Clear!

Clear.

Go. Go.

All clear.

Tac team two, at the house, go.

- Clear!
- Clear!

- Clear!
- Clear!

Clear.

Hey, no one's here.

There was no way to keep a lid
on what went down at Silver Wall.

The Fence must know
something went wrong.

Find me Charlotte's family,
and find me the plane

she took from Russia back to the U.S.

Convincing Russian authorities
to release my agents

gave Charlotte a head
start, and we have got

to make up that time.

_

All right, Matty, we're here.
We sure this is her plane?

The pilot positively
ID'd her from her photo,

but he had no idea where she was going.

Oh, and there's more.
Charlotte's family is gone.

Got to assume she got them into hiding.

Okay, well, if Charlotte
called her house,

then maybe we can trace
that call to a cell phone,

find her current location. Riley?

No. We can't.

These phone records are
showing a dozen calls

from a burner phone to
Charlotte's husband's cell,

but he never answered. I'm
guessing it was Charlotte.

But now we can't track
it. Burner's been shut off.

- It's a dead end.
- So The Fence and Charlotte are gone,

and now there's a dirty bomb loose

somewhere on American soil.

This is the nightmare
scenario we were all

- so desperately trying to avoid.
- Wait a second.

Uh-oh, Matty, Mac's got that look.

That "I've got an idea that
may or may not work" look?

Oh, yeah. That's the one.

Look, we may not be able to
trace Charlotte's burner phone,

but we might be able to
track the dirty bomb itself.

You can do that?

Yeah. Or, at least, I think so.

The shielding on the
briefcase was terrible.

It was leaking radiation. Not
enough to kill you or anything,

but it should be enough to put us on
the trail. I need your cell phones.

I hate to sound like
Jack, but I just upgraded.

Okay? I'd like to get this back.

Phones ain't cheap, Mac.

You didn't get the insurance?

I never get the insurance. Do you?

Well, yeah, ever since I met him, I do.

What you doing, Mac?

Okay, so, fun fact
about cell phone cameras:

they can see way more of the
electromagnetic spectrum than we can,

including gamma rays, which is
what the dirty bomb is giving off.

Hold up, what are you saying...

there's a app that lets
you track dirty bombs?

Actually, kind of.

The DoD developed a software
for radiation detection devices

that are basically handheld
computers attached to cameras,

which are exactly what cell phones are.

So all we have to do is
download that software

and I should be able to make
a portable radiation detector.

That's a great idea, Mac,

but getting authorization from the DoD

to use their software could take hours.

Hours that we just don't have.

So, Riley?

Music to my ears, Matty.

One boss-approved hack
of the DoD coming up.

Okay, Matty, I'm in. I'm
downloading the software now.

Yeah, we picked up her trail. Let's go.

Yeah, okay. Thank you.

Okay, Mac, NEST is on alert
and choppers are in the air

sweeping for anomalies in
the radiation background map.

They made a radiation
background map of L.A.?

Yeah. Every major city in the U.S.

has been mapped by helicopter to
measure background radiation levels.

So if a nuclear device enters a city,

it has a chance of being found,
because it appears as an anomaly

against the recorded background.

Now, this map acts as a baseline
for my little device here,

so we can pick up on low
levels of leaking gamma rays

coming from Charlotte's briefcase.
That way we can track her.

Looks like gamma ray
levels are increasing.

Take a left up here, Boze.

Mac, NEST is confirming
a gamma ray anomaly

just ahead of your current location.

You found it.

Up here, pull over.

She's got to be close.

We got eyes on Charlotte
but not the bomb.

Gamma readings just
dipped. Not sure why.

Maybe a combination of
shielding and distance

is dampening the signal.

She looks nervous. Not that I blame her.

I wouldn't want to be
anywhere near that dirty bomb.

All right, Matty, we
got visual on The Fence.

What's happening? Not a whole lot

of exchanging going on at this exchange.

Riley pretended to be Charlotte,
so The Fence is expecting Riley.

Who are you?

Hey, Matty, we just got another
group show up to the party.

I'm sending you a picture now.

That's Darren Farragut.

He's a domestic terrorist,

currently number eight on
the FBI's Most Wanted list.

Last year he published
a manifesto detailing

how he plans to overthrow
the U.S. government.

The Fence wasn't just buying
that bomb from Charlotte.

He's flipping it
straight to the end user.

If Farragut gets his hands on that bomb,

there is no telling where
in the U.S. he'll use it.

- We need a plan. Fast.
- Be right back.

I got an idea.

One that involves our
emergency roadside repair kit?

- Where's my merchandise?
- Answer my question first.

My name is Charlotte Cole.

You hired me to bring you this.

Now follow through on
your end of the deal.

She's lying.

I'm Charlotte Cole.

I've got the briefcase
you hired me to steal.

And I have no idea who that woman is.

Matty, we have visual confirmation

that Charlotte has the dirty bomb.

And to buy us some time,

Riley just walked off to bluff

The Fence and Darren Farragut.

Guys, we cannot lose that briefcase.

If The Fence or Farragut
disappear with it,

there's no telling what
city it could blow up in.

And we also need to make sure
it doesn't blow up right here.

Agreed. That's why we need
to hold off on the tac teams.

Adding more guns to this
situation could end very badly.

Does this mean you have a plan?

I have half of one.

I'm gonna recover the
bomb in that suitcase

using a much, much smaller one,

except the only thing dirty about mine

is the trash it's made from:

aluminum foil, corroded battery acid,

a plastic bottle, and an old tire.

I don't know what game you're playing,

but my people broke into Silver
Wall and stole the dirty bomb.

I've got it right here.

Whoever this woman is,
she's not Charlotte Cole.

Whoever this woman is,

she has no idea what
she's talking about,

and I think she'd be wise
to walk away right now.

I'm Charlotte Cole.

I have the dirty bomb.

And I don't want anyone to get hurt.

I don't know which one of you
is the real Charlotte Cole,

but I have a way to find out.

Mom!

Charlotte, what's going on?

I think we just ran out of time, boys.

She's the real Charlotte Cole. Kill her.

Get the case!

Give me the case, or your family dies!

I'm friends with Charlotte, come on!

Go, go, hurry! Come on, let's go!

Go, go, go, go!

Let's get out of here now.

Freeze! Drop the gun!

Guys, get back. The case is leaking.

Matty, the case was hit.

NEST team, go now.

Mac, is there anything you
can do to contain that leak?

Yeah, I can, uh, I
can use cement or... or

- the lead lining...
- No, it's okay.

- What do you mean it's okay?
- The dirty bomb isn't here.

I stashed it on my way in.

I know you might think I
have a casual view of the law,

but you don't really think
I'd hand radiological material

over to a terrorist, do you?

I only stole the bomb from you guys

'cause I didn't know who you were.

Figured I'd hand it over to
the government when I landed,

anonymously.

Then, when I got here,
The Fence called me and...

And told you he had your family.

So I set the meet, I
built the fake bomb,

and came here.

- So, what was your plan?
- Improvise.

Guess I was inspired by you.

The real dirty bomb is in
a mailbox down the road.

So, in a way, I already handed
it over to the government.

Hey, guys, no cuffs.

She won't be a problem.

Go say goodbye to your family.

We'll get 'em home safe.

I'm sure you will.

You guys seem all right.

Maybe she'll try and
stay out of trouble now.

Maybe, but what's the fun in that?

Perfect timing on the paella, Mac.

We'll make a chef out of you yet.

At this point, just not burning

the kitchen down is enough for me.

Hey, I, uh,

I didn't say this earlier, but

I appreciate you trying to make
me feel better about Leanna.

Knowing you got my back makes
it easier to handle, so...

thank you.

You don't have to thank me
'cause you'd do the same for me.

We're both here for each
other, but you know that.

Yeah, I do know that.

I also know you got a possible
pie crust emergency on your hands.

What? No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

- Uh-oh.
- You got it.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Looks like a celebration.

Well, it should be.

You guys took down a domestic terrorist,

The Fence and his whole organization,

and because you were able to
stop that dirty bomb in Moscow,

saving thousands of lives,

Russian intelligence was able
to track down the employee

at Silver Wall who tried
to set off that weapon.

No kidding.

There's even more good news.

Charlotte's back home with her family.

Seems the U.S. government has taken

a professional interest
in her unique skill set.

Instead of sending her to prison,

they're putting her on a Red Cell team

to help test our nation's
secure facilities.

Hmm. Okay, that makes me happy.

She might've just
found her true calling.

Mac, did you actually cook this?

Well, I was, I was in the kitchen

while cooking was happening,
but, nah, it was mostly him.

He's being modest. Mac
baked the bread and the pie.

You know, baking is pretty
much just math and chemistry,

so it's actually pretty fun.

Well, when you retire as a spy,

I look forward to visiting
you at your bakery.

I don't know,

something about a retired Mac
covered in flour doesn't sound right.

Yeah, unless he's using that flour

to make rocket fuel or something.

You laugh, but you could do it.

I think, yeah, you
just put the flour in...

It was a joke! It was a joke!

Right on. Copy that.

Cheers.

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