MacGyver (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 15 - Magnifying Glass - full transcript

♪ ♪

♪ It's a Friday ♪

♪ We finally made it ♪

♪ I can't believe I
get to see your face ♪

- ♪ You've been working... ♪
- MAN: Vanessa...

why didn't you tell me?

I'm telling you now.

- When did you find out?
- Yesterday.

- Yesterday?
- Yeah, at band practice.

We've texted, like,
500 times since then.

I know, but I wanted to
see the look on your face.



A full scholarship?

Your parents must be freaking.

They're happy.

My mom spazzed a little,
but she always does that.

I'm so proud of you.

Thanks.

So much for having
the place to ourselves.

♪ You be the DJ, I'll be the driver ♪

Hey, you mind turning your lights off?

(song fades under ominous music)

Is that a... mask?

(screams)

♪ ♪

(machine beeping)



JACK: I'm telling you, man,

you are playing with fire here.

- Jack, we have...
- _

stared down terrorists,
defused countless bombs,

and even stopped a planet-killing virus,

- and you're scared of...
- Robots.

Yeah, and if you were
smart, you would be, too.

Haven't you heard of
the robot apocalypse?

The-the-the robo-pocalypse?

Yeah, in science fiction.

This is science fact.

If the Phoenix is to
pose as a think tank,

every now and then, we have
to do something think-tanky.

That's cool. Let's work on
space rockets or solar panels,

instead of trying to build
our own Terminator here, man.

- It's not a good idea.
- It's not a Terminator.

Well, it looks like a Terminator.

Come on, Jack, the earliest
applications for A.I.

will most likely be in
the field of patient care.

All right, virtual helpers who'll remind
the elderly to take their medicine.

What's so scary about that?

Well, nothing at first, until
those virtual helper thingies

become sentient, self-aware.

They don't want to listen to
us anymore, and they rise up.

I mean, the next thing you
know, we'll all be in float tanks

with those... USB ports

hanging out of the back of
our heads, I'm telling you.

That's The Matrix. You're
mixing up your doomsday theories.

If you know so much about sci-fi, Jack,

then you know about Isaac Asimov

and the three laws of
robotics that keep us all safe.

When it comes to robots,
there's only one man I trust.

Schwarzenegger.

I'm telling you, Arnie
showed us the future,

and it ain't cuddly, boys.

It's killer robots.

Whoa!

Oh...

He was making a move. You saw him.

(phone rings)

You sa... you saw him.
He was making a move.

Matty needs us upstairs, now.

You done lost your damn mind, Jack.

Yeah, whatever. Ah!

BOZER: That's why you hurt your hand.

JACK: Ah, I hate robots, man.

MATTY: Last night, Vanessa
Frank and Daniel Lee

were found dead in a small
park near San Francisco.

They were having a picnic
when an unidentified man

gunned them down.

An eyewitness told SFPD that

he thought he saw the
shooter walking away,

but he couldn't make a positive ID.

Excuse me, Matty, maybe
I didn't get the memo.

We're a spy agency.

This sounds like a
straight-up murder case.

Why can't the San
Francisco PD handle this?

Ordinarily, they would.

But Vanessa Frank was my goddaughter.

Matty, I'm sorry.

The eyewitness was a passing driver

who spotted Vanessa
and Dan from the road.

He told SFPD that he
saw a man in a black hood

walking away from their bodies,

holding a gun.

A young couple in the park
and a black-hooded shooter?

What is it, Boze?

The details just sound familiar.

A lot like something that
happened a long time ago.

The details are identical.

Identical to what?

To the murders committed
by the Zodiac Killer.

Zodiac?

Like the serial killer from the '60s?

I thought they caught that guy.

No. Actually, he just disappeared.

MATTY: This is a police sketch

of the original Zodiac from 1969.

Fashion trends come and
go, but creepy is forever.

Well, this has got to be a copycat.

His last murder was almost 50 years ago.

He'd be in his 70s by now.

Yeah, but the Zodiac
just shot his victims.

As long as the man can still
walk and squeeze a trigger...

JACK: All right, so which is it?

We're looking for a
70-year-old serial killer,

or some brand-new kind of psycho here?

Either way, I'm on the next
flight to San Francisco,

and I'd like for you
all to come with me.

This isn't an official
Phoenix assignment,

so I can't make you go.

But I'm asking for your help.

Of course.

- I'm in.
- Me, too.

Whatever you need, Matty, you got it.

Then you need to see what we're facing.

SFPD won't release this
video to the public.

They still remember the
panic the Zodiac caused

when he terrorized the city years ago.

This is Officer Janine Alvarez speaking.

The time is 10:48 p.m.

I'm first on the scene of
an apparent double homicide.

First victim male, Asian, late teens.

Appears to be shot
three times in the chest

and once in the right arm...

signs of a struggle.

Second victim female,
Caucasian, late teens.

Shot four times in the back,
right hand is covered in blood.

She's trying to crawl away.

No.

She's trying to identify her killer.

Copycat or not...

we're gonna catch him.

♪ A new day's coming ooh, ooh... ♪

BOZER: Betty Lou Jensen
and David Arthur Faraday

were his first victims.

David was the first boy Betty's parents

- ever let take her out.
- ♪ Ain't it beautiful ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh... ♪

BOZER: One moment you're
on your first date,

but the next...

(screaming)

(gunshots)

BOZER: David was shot once in the head,

Betty got five bullets to the back.

Both died instantly.

That is really creepy.

Police only proved five murders

were the work of the Zodiac.

But in the letters he sent to
the San Francisco Chronicle,

the Zodiac claimed he killed 37 people.

I'll give him this much...

he knew how to dress the part.

The hood, the glasses.

Very creepy.

He was theatrical.

The lead detective on the case

believed he was inspired by movies.

One of the first letters he sent

quoted a line from The
Most Dangerous Game,

a 1932 movie about hunting people.

Well, see, that's why
I think he's a copycat.

If he was the real guy,
what about the creepy

handwritten letters with
the cipher at the bottom?

That was the most famous
part about the Zodiac.

Yeah, but back in '68,
the letters didn't show up

until months after the first murders.

Good thing we're not in '68 anymore.

I'm gonna run a search of the cameras

in the area Vanessa
and Daniel were killed,

see if we can get a
video of our copycat.

That's if he's a copycat.

Come on, you really
think a serial killer

who's gotten away with his
crimes for more than 40 years

is gonna suddenly start back up again?

A life change could suppress the
urge to kill for a period of time.

Both the BTK and the Grim Sleeper

stopped killing people for years,

But then, eventually, the monster
inside of them woke back up.

And maybe you know way too
much about serial killers.

I call it being prepared.

You ever come face to face with one,

your survival hinges on being
able to get inside of their head.

You know, figuring out what drives them,

and finding a way to
use it against them.

Otherwise,

you'll just end up another
one of their statistics.

Like I said, you know way
too much about serial killers.

That's because I've seen
every serial killer movie

and documentary ever made.

Research for a movie I was writing.

I swear, look, if this
was a serial killer flick,

I'm not the psycho.

I'm the loyal friend who dies first.

Oh, no. I'm the loyal
friend who dies first.

Relax. If we do our jobs right,

nobody else gets killed,

and we catch this guy
before he strikes again.

Right.

(quiet conversations)

Hi. Can you tell me where Sarah is?

Oh, yeah. Right through there.

Give me a moment.

- Yeah, of course.
- Sure.

Jack, MacGyver.

Sarah, these are the men
that I was telling you about,

Angus MacGyver and Jack Dalton.

They're a part of my team.

We're so sorry.

JACK: Ma'am, there's, uh...

there's no good way to ask the questions

that need to be asked here.

Please...

I want to help in any way I can.

JACK: Okay.

Do you know if Vanessa caught the eye

of someone new recently?

No.

She and Daniel,

they were very happy.

- Was she having trouble with anybody?
- No.

Nobody was following her, stalking her,

- anything like that?
- SARAH: No. No.

And she didn't mention a...

an old boyfriend,

- somebody she met on the Internet?
- SARAH: No.

If someone was bothering
her, she would've told me.

She always told me everything.

We were so close.

Sarah. We're gonna find
the person who did this.

I swear it.

(door opens)

Man, I have known Matty a long time,

and I've never seen her like this.

And I'll be honest with you,
what happened between us,

in Chechnya,

that was all my fault.
I really let her down.

I don't know, I kind of...

don't want to let her down
again, you know what I mean?

Yeah. What happened between
you two is in the past, Jack.

Right now, we just need to
focus on... finding this.

What do you see?

It's not about what I see,
it's about what I don't see.

You see it?

Hell yeah, I see it.
Someone cut that branch

so they can have a clear line of
sight into Vanessa's room here.

Yep.

(door creaks)

MACGYVER: This is it.

Yeah?

Yeah, take a look.

JACK: Oh, yeah.

Direct view from this spot
right into Vanessa's window.

Look at that.

Definitely his perch.

Hmm. Taking his time here, too.

There's got to be, like,
four packs of smokes in there.

Hey, yeah.

Well, he's methodical.

He picks his victims in advance,

waits, watches,

carefully plans his attack.

(creaking)

Did you clear the room?

Well, you told me to come to the window.

Next time, clear the room before
blindly following my orders.

Shut up.

(gun clicks)

(grunting)

Hey!

(groaning)

Whoa!

That looked painful, man. You all right?

Yeah. Not my, uh, best landing.

What were you doing in that apartment?

Yeah, what's up, man? Huh?

How you doing?

- (moans)
- Huh?

Start talking.

Don't hurt me. I live
here, man. I live here.

In this building. I-It's
warm, and nobody bothers me.

Nobody bothers you, huh? While
you're up there being a weirdo,

chain-smoking, stalking co-eds?

- What are you talking about?
- We know you killed the girl

you've been watching, man.

- Kill?
- You know what? I don't even need this.

- I'm just gonna beat the bricks off...
- No! No, no, no.

I didn't kill anybody, man.

I'm not even stalking no one.

It's my first time in that unit.

Look, I normally stay in the
back stairwell, b-but the guy...

- Guy? What guy?
- he... yeah.

What guy? What's he look like?

- I don't know, man. Huh?
- What does he look like?

Normal! I don't know!

He's not homeless! You know?

We call him the smoking man.

The dude's old, though. Tell
you that. But like scary old.

- That's good. How old?
- Scary old.

Yeah, you know know how,
like, Clint Eastwood is like,

he looks like he'd kick your ass?

Yeah, yeah, I get it. How old?

I don't know, man.

- Late 60s?
- Okay.

- 70s?
- What else?

He's got gray hair, yeah. Um...

Glasses.

Dude walks around with,
like, this big lumbering walk.

Bozer said the Zodiac
walked just like that.

The Zodia... who?

Yeah, do me a favor: stop talking,

unless it's about the
guy that you saw. Okay?

Yeah.

Glasses, lumbering walk.

And he is the right age.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

If this is true,

we might solve one of the
greatest crime stories of all time.

Hell of a way to go down
in the history books.

OFFICER: Let's go.

Well? Get anything new out of him?

No. He just repeated the
same story he told you.

A big, gray-haired, white
guy came here repeatedly

for the last six weeks
to smoke cigarettes

and look out that window, but...

unfortunately, it's not enough
to help us catch Vanessa's killer.

Well, the building was
full of homeless people.

You never know. Maybe one of
them got a good look at him.

What's Encyclopedia Brown up to?

Well, I never really know.
It's part of his charm, I guess.

Is SFPD's forensics team here?

I think I found something.

No. It's gonna be another half and hour.

So you're just gonna have
to wait to borrow their toys.

Or I could just make my own
Electrostatic Dust Print Lifter.

(chuckles softly)

What are you laughing at, Dalton?

Well, I don't know.

You have no idea what he's doing either.

(garbage bag rustling)

♪ ♪

Okay, since it looks like you're
just playing with the trash,

you mind telling us exactly
what it is you're doing?

- Yeah, just one sec.
- Nuh-uh.

- That doesn't work for me.
- What'd I do?

You already know how I
feel about you improvising.

And right now, all I see

is you possibly destroying
valuable evidence.

Okay. Um...

Every step we take leaves
a little bit of dust behind

from all the places we've been before.

It's hard to see on a dirty floor,

but with a little bit of Mylar

and a static charge...

(static crackling)

You can see the killer's footprint.

Ha. See, I told you.

The boy's a magician.

Hey, Riley. It's Jack.

I'm sending you a
picture of a boot print.

We need to know everything you
can tell us about it, all right?

Yep. On it.

MATTY: Did you get anything
from the cameras around the park?

No. The killer must've
cased the area beforehand.

He clearly knew how to
avoid being recorded.

BOZER: But since the Zodiac
mostly killed couples in parks,

we're also monitoring surveillance cams

from romantic spots all over the city.

And there's a lot.

JACK: Oh, good. Maybe we can stop
this guy before he strikes again.

How's it coming with
the boot print, Riles?

RILEY: I can tell you
it's size ten and a half,

but finding a match in the
database is gonna take hours.

BOZER: Actually, I might
be able to beat that time.

You know what?

I knew I've seen that before.

Look.

The print you sent matches a boot

used by the U.S. military in the 1960s.

They were called Wing Walkers.

And guess who else wore them

besides the U.S. military?

The original Zodiac.

Yep, and he wore size
ten and a half, too.

If the shoe fits...

Okay. Let's not start touting
conspiracy theories as fact.

Anybody could've gotten a pair of those.

Boots are mass-produced.

RILEY: Not these. Not anymore.

They stopped making
them over 20 years ago.

Only place you can buy a
pair now is a site like eBay.

- Riley, do you think you can...
- RILEY: Find a site selling them,

hack in and see if anyone near
here bought a pair recently?

I was doing that before
I started this sentence.

Okay, in the last four months,

11 pairs of Wing Walkers
were bought in the U.S.

And one pair was shipped
to a Russ Collins,

who lives right here in San Francisco.

_

_

That's starting to bug me.

What?

You, twisting up those paperclips, man.

It's stupid.

You're stupid. It's relaxing.

(phone chimes)

MacGYVER: Riley. She says she
ran a full background check

on our homeowner, Russ Collins.

(sighs)

No record, clean.

Clean, except for the fact
that he special ordered

the exact same pair of boots
worn by a serial killer.

Which is merely circumstantial.

Even if we found the boots,

and I was somehow able to...

match them to the boot
print that I found,

it's not enough to convict him in court.

Okay, what about Collins?

How old is he?

Let's see.

Born in 1949.

So he was 20 when the killings started.

Old enough to be the original.

I don't know, man.

I think we're looking pretty solid.

It's the best lead we've got.

Doesn't mean he's the killer.

(knocking on window)

- Uh, delivery?
- Delivery?

We're in a parked car here, dude.

Back up.

You looking to get shot tonight, huh?

Get around the front of the car.

Move around there.

"To the two men in the Sedan."

Who gave you this?

Some guy down the street
offered me a hundred bucks

- to walk this to your car.
- Some guy?

- What he look like?
- Just some guy.

- He had on a hat and sunglasses.
- Sunglasses at night.

You didn't think that
was a little bit weird?

- Hmm?
- I don't know, man.

Could you please just
put the gun away now?

Don't tell me what to do,
boy. Sit your ass down.

(gun clicks)

If the killer did give
him this, everything

down to the glue used to
seal the envelope is evidence.

I'm gonna try and
preserve as much as I can.

"This is the Zodiac speaking

"to the two men in the parked Sedan.

"You may be watching
me, but just know that

"I am watching you.

"Me - 39 You - 0."

All right, I'm gonna
go ahead and say it:

I'm starting to get freaked out here.

Yeah, you're not the only one.

All right, fan out, clear the place.

I don't know what I was expecting,

but it wasn't this.

(door opens)

Your name is Ronald Winter.

Normally, in a situation like this,

I'm supposed to give you as
little information as possible

about who I am and what I know.

But I'm gonna tell you something

before we do this little dance,

because maybe it will
inform how you answer me.

Vanessa Frank wasn't just the victim

of a gruesome crime.

She was like a daughter to me.

I want you to understand

that I just lost someone
I watched grow up.

Someone I loved.

I want you to know where
I'm coming from, emotionally,

so that you know the
minute you lie to me,

the minute you hesitate,

the minute you tell me a half-truth,

I'm gonna know,

and I'm gonna take that
very, very personally.

Hey.

Had a nice, long chat
with your delivery guy.

JACK: Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Story checks out... no priors.

As much as I was hoping
that he was our big break,

I'm thinking the only
thing he's guilty of

is wanting to make a
quick hundred bucks.

Well, did he at least give you

a better description of our suspect?

Mm. Along with the hat and sunglasses,

he was wearing a hoodie.

He was tall, but Ronald
had no idea how old he was.

Well, that helps.

Please tell me that you
found something here,

because I am not going back to Sarah

to tell her we have no idea
who murdered her daughter.

Matty, I wish we had more,

but we were expecting Seven

and we got Leave it to Beaver.

Okay. Let SFPD handle the house.

Let's regroup and
figure out our next move.

Jack?

You okay, buddy?

You know how you get that
faraway look in your eye

when wheels are turning in your head?

No, not really.

Well, you do it all the
time and I'm getting it.

You think you're thinking, Jack?

Yeah. Yeah, go with me on this one.

It's gonna sound like
a board game question,

but what is it about a serial killer

that makes 'em so hard to find, huh?

They look perfectly
normal on the outside

because they're trying to cover
up what's going on on the inside.

Exactly.

This place is Leave It To Beaver...

dish towels folded
perfectly on the sink.

The couch... cushions look like

they ain't never even been sat on, man.

And look, look.

That's the stock photo
that came with the frame.

- How do you know?
- Well, because I have this one.

It's all too perfect.

Like it's been staged.

Like something horrible may be lying

just beneath the surface.

Exactly.

♪ ♪

Wi-Fi signals are just radio waves.

And the cool thing about radio waves

is that they can travel through walls.

(wavering electric humming)

Now, with...

a dish to focus the waves

and a speaker

to turn the reflections

that bounce back into sound, we can...

You can see through walls.

Yeah. Or hear through them, really.

(insistent wavering)

There's a large open space behind this.

(lock clicks)

Good eye.

Well, I think we found our guy.

Yeah.

1968, '69.

These are the original San
Francisco Chronicle articles

on the Zodiac murders.

So either this is a shrine
to the original Zodiac

or this guy is the original.

These photos clearly aren't vintage.

They've been printed off of a computer

and they're recently taken.

Son of a bitch.

He's been scouting his victims.

Like he did with Vanessa.

He's been watching her for weeks.

She's had no idea.

Matty, if, uh, you want
to step outside, maybe...

No. No, the key to catching this bastard

is somewhere in this room
and we're gonna find it.

- Is that a laptop?
- Yeah.

Uh, do we need to get
Riley in here on this thing?

No need to. It's not
even password protected

I don't think this guy ever
expected anyone to find this place.

Okay. Well, it looks like
e-mails. A lot of 'em.

What do they say?

I wish I knew.

This is the code the original
Zodiac used, I believe.

According to Bozer, some
of these were deciphered,

but others not even the
NSA or CIA could crack.

Hey, neither organization
had themselves a Riley.

Let's utilize her.

We need to get a disk image
of this laptop to her ASAP.

- Yeah.
- MacGYVER: Yeah.

- I'm calling forensics.
- Good.

So our Zodiac...

copies the original down
to the smallest detail...

even wears antique boots.

But now he's sending him
e-mails over a laptop?

I'm... Am I missing something here?

I think the real question is...

who was he corresponding with?

And why?

(phone rings)

- Hey, buddy, what do you got?
- BOZER: Right now?

A serious case of the heebie-jeebies.

Matty had me take the
letter you guys got

from the SFPD evidence room

and compare it to letters
from the original Zodiac.

Officer Reyes hooked me up
with a handwriting expert.

Now, he's still running tests,

but he took one look at your letter

and said it's definitely a
match to the original Zodiac.

_

Hey man. Uh, Presidio Heights,

corner of Washington and Cherry.

RILEY: I can't trace the e-mails.

They're single-use
addresses routed through Tor.

So I started trying to
crack the cipher, but...

it's no joke.

I think he changed encryption keys

from one letter to the next.

I was able to partially
decode a few of the e-mails,

but the rest are gonna take a while.

What did the e-mails
that you could decode say?

It's correspondence between our Zodiac

and someone who was
actually encouraging him.

Encouraging him? Like...

like what, "Attaboy, go serial kill?"

More like teaching him.

Giving him the step-by-step
on how to be a serial killer.

The original Zodiac
would never need anybody

to teach him how to kill.

This is definitely a copycat.

A copycat that someone
else pushed over the edge.

Riley, I need to know who both the
killer and the correspondent are,

and I need to know that now.

Copy that.

Whoever they are, I'll unmask 'em.

MATTY: Call as soon as
you've got something.

All right.

(hangs up)

(music playing through headphones)

♪ You're gonna live in the golden age ♪

♪ You're gonna live in the golden age ♪

♪ You're gonna love but
we don't love change ♪

♪ People say you are lyin' ♪

(song continues playing quietly)

Bozer?

(sighs)

Okay, Riley.

- ♪ Hey ♪
- Just calm down.

♪ Hoo-ooh-ooh... ♪

Route those e-mails through as
many proxies as you want, slick.

You can run, but you can't hide.

(gasps, muffled shriek)

(muffled breathing)

(shrieks)

Good, you're awake.

You thought you could track me down.

You thought you could find me.

No one's ever found me.

And now no one's ever gonna find you.

(phone rings)

JACK: Thanks, man.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Riley!

Riley!

_

_

_

"To Those Who Seek Me."

MacGYVER: "I know you
found my special room,

"and I'm sure right now you
think you're smarter than me,

"but you pigs have never been smarter.

"Here's my ultimatum:
stop coming after me,

"and in 24 hours I'll
release the little angel.

"But if you follow
me, if you look for me,

"if you hunt for me,
she'll join the others.

"Me... 40?

"You... zero."

40 question mark... what the
hell's that supposed to mean?

He's saying if we don't
stop looking for him,

Riley will be his 40th victim.

Eh, he's lying. He's not
just gonna let her go.

If we want to get Riley back,

we're gonna have to do that ourselves.

I agree. He's just trying to stall.

Changing his behavior
because he knows we're close.

So how do we get even closer?

MATTY: Riley was decoding his e-mail...

it's still the best lead we have.

- Password protected.
- Yeah, and knowing Riley,

there's not a tech in the world
that's gonna be able to crack her code.

So... now what?

We're running out of time
here... you know that, right?

(clears throat loudly)

This is gonna sound weird...

but I think I know her password.

Yeah, it does sound weird.

I stand next to her while she's typing.

- What?
- A lot.

- And I'm a very observant guy...
- Wait, you know what?

We could talk about what
a creeper Bozer is later.

Type.

Nice work, Bozer.

- JACK: No way. Did he get it?
- Yeah, he did.

Way to go, creepy.

Okay, it looks like
the decoding software

she was using on the
e-mails is still going,

but it didn't get very far.

Okay, she has a browser
open. What was she searching?

Properties all over the Bay Area.

Must be at least 50 of them.

All owned by the same guy: Russ Orwell.

And who is Russ Orwell?

According to what Riley dug up,

Russ Orwell is the actual owner

of the house we found
the secret room in.

Collins was an alias...

that's why it came up clean.

Looks like Orwell was
a bit of a slumlord.

He owned all of these properties.

Nice work, Riley.

So, Orwell's our guy?

Not likely.

He was killed 15 years
ago; bludgeoned to death.

Handwriting expert just got
to me with his final results

on the letter you guys got.

- Yeah?
- It's a 100% match.

All right, wait, wait,

so now we are
hunting the original Zodiac?

Actually, no.

As people age, their
handwriting changes...

100% match means this
isn't handwriting at all.

The ink on the letter came from
off-the-shelf computer toner...

our killer scanned the original
Zodiac letters and-and...

- Made his own font.
- MATTY: You know what, guys?

I don't care if he was communicating

using smoke signals.

Right now I just want
to find him and Riley.

- Yeah.
- If he was using one

of Orwell's properties,

maybe he's using another one.

There's got to be over 50 places there.

Even if we get the SFPD's help,

by the time we search them
all it's gonna be too late.

Well, we just got to find the right one.

There's got to be a
dozen properties here,

all occupied.

He would never take her there.

Okay, and this group right here
is in a high traffic area...

he wouldn't risk being
spotted moving a hostage.

MacGYVER: Yeah.

Okay, so we're looking
for an unoccupied building.

Um...

Didn't you say the original
Zodiac was a big fan of movies?

Yeah. Why?

Yeah, I think I know
where he took her...

Starview Way Cinema.

Looks like an old,
abandoned movie theater.

(film projector whirring,
Riley grunting softly)

I understand.

(phone beeps)

Look...

you don't have to do this.

I don't know who you
are, I don't know...

I haven't seen your face.

You can let me go,

and I won't be able to tell
anyone what you look like.

How about now, little angel?

Now you've seen my face.

So what could you possibly say

that would keep me from
sending you with the others?

(engine roaring)

♪ ♪

(tires screech)

I'm afraid our time has come to an end.

You can't pull the trigger, can you?

- Shut up.
- You can't do it.

Shut up.

RILEY: Because you
know this isn't right.

MAN: You think that I
care if you live or die?

But you do care about
getting the details right.

The hood... the...

the gun, the glasses,

the... the symbol, the letters,

the c... the code,

even the boots.

You copied everything down
to the smallest detail.

Until now.

Me? The girl in the movie theater?

This... this never happened.

The Zodiac never did this.

You do want to be like him, don't you?

Shut up! You don't know me!
You don't know what I want!

The good news is,
Riley's got him talking.

The bad news is, there's no cover

between us and that stage.

We can bust a move, but
he's gonna see us, man.

He'll kill her for sure.

I'll just have to make sure
he's looking the other way.

RILEY: You were forced to improvise.

RILEY: Now if you pull that trigger...

you break the pattern.

If you break the pattern,
you're not the Zodiac.

You're not even a good copycat.

Okay, be ready. This
is gonna happen fast.

RILEY: You're just a pathetic rip-off

who tried and failed.

- I have to. It's too late.
- Then do it!

Pull the trigger.

Show everyone what a
pale imitation you are.

(Riley coughs)

How'd you guys find me?

With the stuff on your laptop.

- Huh?
- Bozer knew your password.

- He what?
- Yeah,

he figured you'd be upset about it.

Well, actually, I could
kiss him right now.

Yeah, so could I, but maybe we
should find that Fauxdiac first, huh?

- Yeah.
- Which way did he scamper off to?

That way.

MacGYVER: It's a trapdoor.

♪ ♪

- (whispering): Where is he?
- I don't know.

There!

(clang)

You know what else the original
Zodiac Killer never did?

Get caught.

(panting)

The homeless guy? What the hell?

Didn't we just hand this
bum over to the SFPD?

I guess they let him go.

I'm sure that won't happen again.

(indistinct chatter)

Riley.

- I'm glad you're safe.
- (chuckles): Me, too.

Heard I have your keen skills
of observation to thank.

Uh, well, you know,
learning to be a spy,

I've just been practicing my...

It's all good, Bozer.

Seriously.

Thanks.

Meet Russ Orwell's son, Wyatt.

After his father was killed,

Wyatt was wanted for questioning,

but the cops never could find him.

Looks like he's been living
off the grid for years,

using his father's money
and properties to hide.

I can't believe we had him the
whole time and we didn't realize it.

And sent us on that wild goose chase

looking for the real Zodiac.

So, what about the guy
Orwell was on the phone with?

We traced the calls to
someone on the island of Oahu,

a Dr. Madison Grey.

JACK: Really?

I got an old buddy in Hawaii.

He's on some task force out there.

I'll give him a ring, see what's up.

Hold up a second, Jack.

I just...

I just wanted to say thank you.

Huh?

- Thank you.
- Mm.

That it?

Don't you have a call to make?

- It can wait.
- No, it can't.

Okay.

(Jack chuckles)

- We'll go pack up.
- Good idea.

Wait, hold up a second, blondie.

I, um...

I still have some very real concerns

about the way you like to operate

when it comes to official fieldwork.

Um...

thanks?

Shut up.

What I'm trying to say is that...

what you did here was
nothing short of a miracle.

I don't like having
to count on miracles,

but I am...

truly grateful that you
made one happen here.

♪ ♪