MacGyver (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 19 - Benjamin Franklin + Grey Duffle - full transcript

Previously on MacGyver...

Why does Duke
Jacoby have Jack's face?

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

Two days ago, someone
started reactivating Duke's

digital footprint in NOLA.

What?

Hello, Mrs. Jacoby.

Don't you want to
have a little drinky-poo

with your hubby?
What are we drinking to?

Come on, you lifted 17 IDs.

I'm a woman of many talents.



I think you're a
plain old con artist.

I think we both know there's
nothing old or plain about me.

What's gonna happen to her?

I just negotiated a deal to
have her charges dropped,

in exchange for
her helping the CIA

to make better cover identities.

Jack Dalton,

I like your style.

No.

She robbed me?

♪ Would you like to ride ♪

♪ In my beautiful balloon ♪

♪ Would you like to
ride in my beautiful... ♪

Current ground speed...



40 miles an hour.

Altitude: 10,200 feet.

Riley, please stop
using the word "ground."

It's making it hard
for me to think.

- He's afraid of heights.
- I'm the one

who almost died in a plane
crash last week. Jack, shut up.

This is a totally
different situation.

You're on a trampoline
tied to a bunch of balloons.

This is probably the end.

Guys, I am trying to think.

All right, well, your thinking

is what got us into this
situation in the first place.

Yeah, but his thinking is
what probably saved our lives.

We're lucky we
even got out of there.

Lucky? The very
definition of unlucky

is being in a situation

where the only way out of it

is to recreate something

you saw in a kids' movie.

Guys, we got a problem.

You mean another
problem; put it on the list.

Wind's changing direction;
it's really picking up.

We're heading towards the ocean.

MacGYVER: Wind speed
will continue to increase

as the air thins and we
approach the jet stream.

Well, that means
we got to get down.

Like, right now.

How are we gonna do that?

MacGYVER: We got to
start popping balloons.

Oh! What are you doing?

I'm saving our lives
the Jack Dalton way.

It's working!

9,900 feet... Oh! Ooh!

9,800 feet!

MacGYVER: Whatever works.

♪ ♪

No way.

How does the same thing happen

to the same guy
three times in a row?

Hi, Jack.

Hi, Dawn. I'm sorry I broke in.

I just didn't know
where else to go.

What's wrong?

Everything.

So, after we all
left New Orleans,

Director Webber arranged

for me to work for the CIA
instead of going to prison.

Thank you, again, for that.

And the Agency assigned
me to the L.A. field office,

had me creating
cover identities.

My supervisor was an analyst.

His name was Paul Carter.

Is there a reason
you're referring to him

in the past tense?

Yesterday Paul was
killed in a car accident.

Well, according
to the local news,

he was driving double the
speed limit on a narrow road

and flipped his SUV.

That's what they
say, but I don't believe

he was killed in a car accident.

I think someone murdered him.

What makes you say that?

'Cause the day before the crash,

Paul told me he found evidence

that someone was
creating fake passports

to bring people into the U.S.
without the CIA's knowledge,

and that someone was an agent.

That's a pretty
serious accusation.

Did it happen to
come with a name?

No. Paul was still
working on that,

which is why I told him
not to blow the whistle yet.

He wanted to go to his superiors
and inform them right away,

but I told him

not to say anything
until he knew

who he was accusing.

MacGYVER: Well,
that's wise counsel.

I would have suggested
the same. Well, then, we both

would've been wrong,
because Paul listened to me,

and the next day he was dead.

MacGYVER: So
you think this agent,

whoever it may be,

killed Paul to shut him up?

Mm-hmm.

And I can't help feeling like,

if Paul hadn't listened to me,

he might still be
around right now.

Dawn.

Would you please
give us a minute?

Yeah, I'll, uh,

I'll walk you out.

Hey, hey.

We're gonna figure
this out, okay?

Okay.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

So?

What's our first move?

Honestly? Figuring out if we
can believe that story or not.

And why does that
have to be our first move?

Maybe because,
last time we saw her,

she was scamming people under
a fake name and stole your TV?

Dawn's a con artist, Jack.

Ex-con artist.

Riley, she's retired.

Is she?

Mm-hmm. You seem to forget

she didn't just have
a change of heart,

she was facing serious jail time

when we caught her.

"Retiring" is the only way
she avoided a ten-by-ten box.

Are you sure these
issues with Dawn aren't

of a personal nature

for you, Riley? My issue...

Singular... is that this woman
takes advantage of people

for fun and profit.

Again, it's, uh...
it's past tense.

MacGYVER: What makes you so sure

that you can trust her?

I mean, did she even
tell you she was in L.A.

after we got back
from New Orleans?

No... no,

and I know that looks bad.

It's not very nice,
but it doesn't mean

she's lying about all this.

You're right, it doesn't.

But the evidence here
does not back up her story.

From what I can see
from this photo, it looks like

Paul was just driving too
fast and ran off the road.

Yeah, but when it comes

to the CIA, looks
can be deceiving.

Exactly, Bozer.
Listen, listen, guys.

I've spent time with Dawn, okay?

And when you get past
the many felony layers,

she's a good person.

I think she's honest,

I think she has good instincts,

and if she says
there's something

rotten in the CIA, it
wouldn't be the first time.

Matt... I... I have no
reason not to believe her.

Okay, you know
what? It doesn't matter

if we believe Dawn or not.

Okay? If what
she's saying is true,

then something
terrible is going on.

And her story's
worth checking out.

MacGYVER: All right, then.

Now what's our first step?

I never thought
I'd have to set foot

back in this pile of bricks.

I broke my leg back
in '97, in Botswana,

and they put me on injury leave.

And by "injury leave,"

I mean they chained me to a desk

and made me do
paperwork for three months.

It was the worst
experience of my life.

I didn't know you worked here.

Yeah. Yeah, I didn't
know you did, either, Dawn.

Mm.

Well, I would've
called, but then I thought

you'd want your TV back. Yeah.

I was wondering how you
got that thing out of there.

You know, I-I figured it was
more of a joke, you know?

Just you being you,
you're a little thief.

But then I found out you
were less than five miles away

this whole time? I
mean, come on, that's...

kind of hard not to
take personally. Jack,

I wanted to call you, I
really wanted to. I get it.

I just needed a little
more time with all this.

That's okay, I'm a big boy.

Okay, Dawn, I'll stand guard,

you get the case files
off his computer, yeah?

Hey.

Hey, listen to me.

The best way to help Paul
and his family right now

is to find out what really
happened. Agreed?

Yeah.

Yeah. Now, do your thing.

You know his password, yeah?

I might have

saw him type it once and
memorized it accidentally.

"Accidentally"?

Old habits.

Go ahead.

There's nothing here.

What do you mean,
the case files are gone?

Everything's gone. Somebody
must have wiped his hard drive.

Well, that's not suspicious.

That means we have no
evidence. Well, not necessarily.

We'll send this stuff to
Riley; she's always going on

about how you can't
actually delete something.

We'll just put her to the test.

Well, I'm all for it, but the
security's not gonna let us

carry some agent's
computer out the front door.

Did I say anything
about the front door?

Okay, well, first off,

Dawn was right.

Someone deleted this
hard drive two hours

and 14 minutes
before Paul was killed.

Supports your theory.

Yeah, but it's still a long
way from hard evidence

or even actionable intel.

Think I got something.

Whoever tried to
erase this hard drive

didn't know the difference
between a delete

and a true wipe.

I can still recover
a lot of this.

You're not gonna believe this.

What?

You found the fake passports.

Means Paul was right. - Yep,

40 times over.

What? Did you know
that there were this many?

Paul didn't share
much detail with me.

According to his case
files, he just started tracking

these people down,

hoping one would
lead him back to "Echo."

Who's Echo? RILEY: It looks like

that's the code name Paul gave

that dirty agent he was hunting.

Okay? You know
what, I've seen enough.

You were right. Paul
was onto something big,

and someone killed
him to cover it up.

Now, I want to know
who this Echo is,

and just what the
hell is going on.

Yes, ma'am.

MacGYVER: Okay,
Matty, Bozer and I

are about 30 minutes away
from the current address

of Caroline Grant, or
whatever her real name is.

Any luck locating the other
people on the fake passports?

So far, I've only got
two current addresses,

one for the woman
you're about to meet,

and a man living in
Lincoln, Nebraska,

supposedly named Robert Kemp.

Jack and Dawn are headed

to Lincoln to question him now,

but remember, we have no
idea why someone inside the CIA

set these people up
with fake passports.

So I need you guys to
proceed with caution.

Don't I always?

No, but really, this time, okay?

If we scare them, we could blow

our best chance
at identifying Echo

and getting to the truth here.

Copy that. We'll be in touch.

So we just sent Jack on
an all-expenses-paid trip

to romantic Lincoln, Nebraska
with his con artist crush?

Think he ever comes back?

Yeah, sure, after
she breaks his heart

or steals it right out
of his chest. Come on.

Dawn's not that bad. I think
she really cares for Jack.

Yeah, but that doesn't
mean she's good for him.

I mean, do you really think Jack
needs somebody else in his life

encouraging him to
be less responsible?

I'm not sure what that
would even look like.

And you know what?
Riley has a good point.

Dawn is a professional liar.

Mac, literally everyone we
know is a professional liar.

You included.

All right, good point.

Okay, here we are. The
home of one Robert Kemp

or whoever he is.

This is a nice neighborhood.

Yeah, yeah.

You know, it's not
unlike the neighborhoods

I grew up in in Texas.

Yee-haw. Yeah.

A lot more corn
out here, though.

Lot of corn. Yeah.
Hmm. Lot of corn.

Yeah. Did you have a lot
of corn where you grew up?

Maybe in cans. Hmm.

Well, depends on which of the
14 homes we're talking about.

Moved around a lot, huh?

I grew up in foster care.

Ah.

How was that?

Compared to what?

I don't know.

I mean, my life wasn't like
any of the families on TV.

Right, right.

But you... when
you're a kid, you just...

you make the best
of what you're given.

And after all the moving
around, I just got used to it.

I never really understood
why people wanted this.

I mean,

a normal life sounded like...

A prison stint?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

You know...

and then I started hearing
Paul talk about his wife and kids.

Mmm.

And I started wondering

if maybe I had missed
out on something great.

Well, it's never too late to
have something like that,

if that's what you want.

Now you've gone and
lost... No, seriously.

Your ever-loving mind,
sugar. No, no, no, seriously.

Your time in the CIA will-will
wipe your slate clean, right?

Right? Maybe.

There you go.

So you can do anything
you want with your life.

Maybe even stay
in L.A. for a while.

Excuse me.

You can't go in there
without an appointment.

Hi, Julian.

How about we take
a break, people?

Pick this up after lunch.

The corner office suits you.

Happy to see one of the good
guys winning for a change.

Come on, Matty, we both know

this could've been your
office if you'd wanted it.

So what brings you by?

I will bet you a case of
whatever cheap blend

you're serving guests these
days that you know exactly

why I'm here. And a
bottle of the single malt

you keep hidden in your desk

that you've been
expecting me all day.

Well, it was brought
to my attention

that someone let themselves
into Paul Carter's office

and stole his computer.

Imagine my surprise

when I got this and
saw a familiar face.

How is Dalton these days?

The same.

Sorry to hear that.

He was signed in by
the cooperating expert

you convinced me to hire.

A clear violation
of her 5K1 deal

that could lead
to serious jail time.

Come on, Julian. If you were
gonna run this up the chain,

you would have done it by now.

I figured I owed you
a chance to explain.

So, what's this about?

I believe that
someone in this office

may be responsible
for Paul Carter's death.

Wait, you think
that Paul... I do.

I'm here to expose a
corrupt operative, Julian,

and I need your
full cooperation.

Starting with the
classified dossiers

of everyone in this office.

Hi, ma'am, sorry to bother you.

We're with the gas company.

Our system detected a
Grade 2 leak in your home.

Really? I haven't
smelled any gas.

Most people don't, ma'am.

Not until it's too late.

May we come in?

MacGYVER: So, Ms. Grant,

are you the primary
contact on your gas bill?

No, I am.

This is my husband Eric.

MacGYVER: Oh. Nice to meet you.

How long have you guys been, uh,

- living at this address?
- Uh, two years?

Shouldn't the, uh, gas
company know that?

You'd be surprised how
bad our record keeping is.

I'm sorry. This is the office.
He'll take this. Be right back.

Hey, Jack, kind
of busy right now.

Yeah, I'm a little
busy, too, there, hoss.

Let's just say things
in corn country

went real bad real fast.

Thought you'd like a little
heads up. Here you go.

So, gas company gave
us the wrong address,

so we'll just be going...

This thing can't be used
as a weapon, can it?

Not a good one.

You're right.

We better think of something
'cause they're blocking

our only way out.

Well, we're tearing this...
Wait, am I on speaker?

Which button is that?

Anyway, we-we're, uh,
we're tearing this place apart

and still haven't found anything
yet. Did you find anything?

No.

And Mr. Kemp seems, well,

more than unwilling to
answer any questions right now.

How about those two on your end?

All we know for sure is,
they didn't want visitors.

Yeah, well, there's
something here,

something we're missing.

Because any
common criminal knows

that nine times out of ten,

running is a smart move.

These people stayed to fight.

That means...

they're protecting something.
And the question is...

what? Huh, hey,

what you hiding
there, bubba, huh?

Huh. What?

This slug, it hit something, but
it's halfway between the studs.

There shouldn't be anything
behind this but empty space.

Well, whatever it hit,

Mr. and Mrs. Armed
and Dangerous over here

don't want you to see it.

Jack, check inside the walls.

The walls?

My, my, my.

It's a beautiful thing.

Ooh!

There's got to be at least

ten million bucks here.

Ooh-hoo!

All in hundreds. Along with
the bags to transport 'em in.

Hey, w-w-wait, d-did
you say hundreds?

'Cause all we got
here a-are stacks

of ones. Mm-hmm.

What kind of psycho
tries to kill someone

to protect a bunch of singles?

Because they're not
protecting what it is now, Jack.

It's protecting what
they are going to be.

Huh? I think this is
a counterfeiting ring.

See, the hardest part

about faking U.S. currency
is getting the paper right.

Best counterfeiters know

that they use industrial
strength bleach

to remove the ink
on one-dollar bills

and then they reprint
them as hundreds.

I knew that.

And I bet a couple
of fake passports

that's not happening in the U.S.

These guys must be sneaking
real ones out of the country,

then smuggling fake
hundreds back in.

One way to find out.

Well, that's something
you don't see every day.

Nope. All these
hundreds are fake.

Whoever Echo is,

they killed Paul to cover
up a counterfeiting operation.

♪ Man, I feel like money ♪

♪ Man, I feel like money... ♪

All in a day's work, folks.

Nothing to see
here, but I do hope

you packed an umbrella today

'cause I'm about to
make it rain up in this...

No smiling till we catch
the counterfeiter, Boze.

Huh. To be honest, I
thought it'd be a lot bigger.

Yeah, well, a million dollars

in hundred-dollar bills is
actually only 20 pounds,

so this is $20 million.

If, you know,

any of it were real.

Whoa. That's a
lot of fake money.

What do you got for me?

Some bad news.
According to Paul's file,

he suspected there were at
least 40 more fake passports

he couldn't find yet.

So, even if we busted
everyone that we know of,

there'd still be more people
out there muling fake money.

And since the three we
already have in custody

are refusing to speak,
we still have no idea

who is running this
counterfeiting ring. That's true.

But we didn't fly out
all these fake Benjamins

just for a fun entrance.

I've got an idea

that might get us one
step closer to figuring out

where this phony
money's being made.

A gigantic stack of
hundred-dollar bills? For me?

Guys, you shouldn't have.

Don't get too excited,
Specs. It's all fake.

MacGYVER: But the paper
these fake bills are printed on

is real, which I'm hoping

will give us a lead.
See, U.S. paper currency

is, quite frankly, one of the
dirtiest things on the planet.

The cotton and
linen blend attracts

and holds pathogens
for a very long time.

Like, how long?

Uh, well, let me
put it this way,

the flu virus can last 48 hours

outside of the human
body, but on cash,

17 days.

Well, that's
disgusting. Extremely.

But I'm hoping that's
gonna be a good thing for us

'cause this stuff has
been shrink-wrapped

since it got shipped.

So it's been holding germs from
the place where it was printed?

Meaning we can use
microbial forensics

to analyze the pathogens

and find clues to
its geographic origin.

MacGYVER: That's the idea.

Yes.

All right, nerds.

Time's over. Get to work.

Okay, from now on, I'm
only using credit cards.

All right, based on a specific
blend of fungal species,

pollen, and human parasites

found on the sample,

cross-referenced
against a global database

of glycoside hydrolases,

I went through and... Uh, Jill,

nobody but Mac understands

any of the words
you're using. Right.

Sorry. I'm just really excited.

Okay, be excited

with smaller words.

Long story short, your fake
money was made in or near

Lima, Peru.

You and Riley rendezvous
with Jack and Dawn.

Get your asses to Lima.

Yes, ma'am. See you later.

Hmm.

How are things going
with you and Dawn?

Mm-mm.

"Mm-mm"?

Uh... You want to talk about it?

No. Honestly, man, I don't know.

I don't know.

I like being around her.

I like it a lot.

She's exciting. She makes
me feel like I'm your age again.

A whole century younger?
You just couldn't help yourself.

Sorry. Could you?

Access to every movie ever made

and this is your choice
of in-flight entertainment?

I'm working, actually.

Mm.

MacGYVER: She's
exciting, I'll give her that.

Is that the excitement you
need in your life right now?

You don't like her.

No. I... I... Yeah,
you-you don't like her.

I-I-I like her. I like her.

Since we know the
operation's running out of Lima...

Mm-hmm. and every money mule

carries the same
gray duffel bag,

I hacked into Lima's
airport security cameras

to look for more
because if we find one...

We can track the bags back

to the fake money that's
being minted. Exactly.

So you're just sitting here
watching the bags? No.

I'm running a custom
video-image processing algorithm

that looks for the bag's
exact same shade of gray.

So the computer's

doing the watching for me. Wow.

I don't know if
she's the right fit.

Don't get me
wrong, you're entitled

to your happiness
and all, but...

Yeah, session's over, Doctor.

Thank you, thank you.

Check Riley out.

Does that look like her happy
face? MacGYVER: Uh, no.

That is definitely a
not-happy Riley face.

Maybe she doesn't
like her, either.

Maybe.

Don't, don't agree with that.

Who's Billy Colton?

None of your business.

Really? Because you already
told me an awful lot about him.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Such as? Well, for
starters, y'all are dating.

But it's pretty new and
you're not ready to tell Jack.

I thought con artists
were supposed to be good

at making people like them.

I'm retired.

Riley, if you have
a problem with me,

why don't you just
come out and say that...

I have a problem with you.

Is it because

Jack dated your mom?

This has nothing
to do with my mom.

This is about you and Jack.

He's a big boy.

He can take care of himself.

See, you think that,

but...

you know, Jack, under that
big, obnoxious, annoying,

loud, overly
emotional personality,

he's actually a really good guy.

One that always looks
for the good in others,

even when there's
none left to be found.

Oh. I think you're afraid
I'm gonna hurt him.

Oh, it's nothing personal.

I'm sure you're great.

But you have spent your life

profiting off the
pain of others,

so, yeah, I'm a little worried
you're gonna hurt him.

Fair enough.

But I swear I am
not conning Jack.

I just like him and I
don't want to hurt him.

That's good.

Because if you do, I'll tap two
keys and connect your DNA

and fingerprints to every
open homicide investigation

in the country.

And then, when they
throw you in a dark hole,

I'll tap two more keys and
delete your entire existence.

You could really do that?

Oh, you want to find out?

No.

Guys, I got a shipment
coming into Peru.

I'm gonna task

a satellite to track it to
the airport till we land.

How we doing, Boze?

I'm almost done
inputting the search criteria

into the program Riley wrote to
narrow down our suspect pool.

Good 'cause it's one
hell of a suspect pool.

Okay. The program's
crawling through dossiers

looking for any agent
who spent time in Peru,

worked on a counterfeiting case

or has had any unusual bank
transactions in the last year.

With any luck this'll
give us Echo's real name.

Great. Then I'm gonna
nail them to the wall.

This one hits home for you, huh?

Most of my career was spent
working at the CIA, Boze,

and the thought of someone
using the power of the Agency

to hurt other people

makes my blood boil.

You ever miss working there?

Sometimes.

Why'd you leave?

And then there was eight.

Send me their files.
I'll go interview them.

Hold that thought, Matty.

Might be able to narrow
down this list even further.

Riley said Paul's
computer was wiped

by someone physically
in his office, right?

Who was in the
building that day?

Julian, I've got three suspects:

Pedro Alvarez,

Sarah Felts, and Damon Marlow.

Put them each in a box
and let them marinate

until I get there.

♪ ♪

Okay, guys, I'm still
tracking our money mule

on satellite. He's in a black
SUV a few car lengths ahead.

Yeah.

Yeah, I got him.
You know, the traffic

is starting to thin out here.

A few more turns, this guy is
gonna realize he's got a tail.

So why don't we just let him go

and watch him on satellite?

Unfortunately, we can't.

It was really hard to
find satellites in the area.

The one I'm borrowing is
gonna be out of range really soon.

So, if we can't follow him

and we can't track
him on satellite,

how is he gonna lead
us to the money mill?

You asking me? I don't...

I need somebody's phone.

Yeah, don't look at me.

Mine got blown
right out of my hand

when we were out in the sticks.

Dawn, give him yours.

Why? 'Cause you owe
me a TV. I'll cut you a break.

We'll call it even. Let's go.

Thank you, Dawn. DAWN: Sure.

Anyone got any gum?

I might have a breath mint.

Yeah, I don't think he's worried

about fresh breath right now.

Unless is-is your
breath kicking, bro?

You got bad breath?

No. I'm gonna
stick this on the SUV

when we get close
enough when he stops

at the next light. I just...

I need something
glutinous. Glutinous.

It means sticky. Yeah.
Why didn't you say "sticky"?

Just say "sticky." You did
not know what that meant.

Hurry up, Mac.

He's stopping.

Get out. Well, unlock it.

I don't... it's not my
car. Figured it out.

Hit it. All right.

Whoa, whoa.

Looks like we lost our mule.

Yo no entiendo.

Amigo, what-what did we do?

We didn't do anything,

except make Echo nervous.

Who is this guy?
MacGYVER: Whoever he is,

he called the cops on us, which
means he knows we're here.

Okay, speaking as someone
who's been in a lot of holding cells,

that place was a dump.
Yeah, that was pretty bad.

I do not like waiting to make
bail in a foreign country, man.

It's gnarly.

You know, we should've busted

out of there hours ago.

You really want to be
hunting an international

counterfeiting operation
while on the run

from the Lima Police
Department the whole time, too?

Yeah, yeah.

I mean, it'd be a
challenge, but why not?

All right, I'm gonna
start by saying

thank you for the
get-out-of-jail-free card.

Yeah, you might want to hold on

to that thanks, Blondie,

because I think that
my investigation here

may have been the reason

you guys got
arrested there. Yeah.

We were thinking the
same thing, too, Matty.

Echo got spooked.

Obviously, he had some friends

in Lima PD.

Wasn't too hard to stop us

from tailing the mule
to the print shop.

You know what I mean? Okay, well,
you better get back on the trail fast

because if Echo does
know that you're there,

then I bet they've
already given the order

to pull up stakes.

So, now we have to ID Echo

before they can
cover their tracks.

And this is the part where
you tell me your brilliant plan

to locate the money mill.

Oh, we, uh, we lost the
SUV right here, right?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, Matty, it's
a, uh, neighborhood

way north of the city.

Yeah, but maybe he was
sending us on a wild goose chase

to throw us off his tail.

Except for people trying to
lose a tail head into the city

where there's traffic and turns,

not suburbia.

Which means this could be
the location of the money mill.

Yeah, but that's a big area.

We don't have time
to go door-to-door.

We won't have to.

I'm gonna hack into
Lima's power company.

Yeah, I don't see how that's
gonna help us find the dudes

making the Monopoly
money there, Riley.

Well, like Mac said, the whole
neighborhood's residential,

which means all the
families in the area

are gonna roughly be using

the same amount of power.

But an illegal money mill
printing counterfeit dollars

would be drawing
way more electricity.

Exactly. So I'll just
write up a little script,

scan all the accounts
in the neighborhood,

and find the outlier.

She can really do that?

Yeah. She's not even mad yet.

Wait till she gets pissed off.

Okay. Keep me posted.

Everything okay?

Just peachy.

Now let's go see what Agent
Alvarez has to say for himself.

Hmm.

When's the last time
you were in Lima, Peru?

About six months ago.

The Agency sent me there to
shut down a smuggling operation,

which I did.

Have you ever used CIA resources

for personal gain?

No. I take my oath

very seriously. Then
how do you explain

this bank account opened
in the British Virgin Islands

in your name?

I can't.

This isn't mine.

How would you describe

your relationship
with Paul Carter?

Friendly.

Look, whatever this is about,
it's got nothing to do with me.

I think he's telling the truth.

Yeah, me, too.

Don't forget, we
train people like him

to lie very convincingly
to people like us.

That house consumes more power

than all the others on
this block combined.

And that car looks
pretty familiar.

Looks like we just found
out where the money's

being made.

Which means, Dawn,

you're gonna have
to wait in the car.

Promise not to
steal it. Oh, please.

This beater? Come on.

We got one gun,

ten bullets, zero tac teams,

and considering how
well it went last time

we just knocked on a
stranger's front door, you, uh...

want to try something different?

They've stopped the printers.

Matty was right,
they packed up shop.

But we still haven't
found anything

to tell us who Echo is.

No.

Hey, Riley.

Dawn says you were throwing
some shade at her earlier.

What's up with that? Ugh, Jack,
we cannot talk about this right now.

Why are you laughing?

I-I just think it's funny
you're trying to run her off

to free me up so I can
hang out with your mom.

Whoa, Jack, this
is not about Mom.

Oh, yeah? You sure about that?

Okay, maybe you're
right, maybe a little bit.

But you know what?

I just... I just don't
want you to get hurt.

Whoever you wind up with,
I just want you to be happy.

Okay.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Remember what you
said about computers,

how you can't actually
delete something?

Erase? Whatever.

Check it out.

Unless they do that.

MacGYVER: If Echo's
identity was on those laptops,

we just lost it.

Can I use this now?

Come on.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Drop that drill, don't move.

Whoa!

Well, he got half of that right.

No, I don't give partial credit.

Cover me.

Stay back, Riley, stay back.

What are you doing?

I got about four...

I got about three shots left.

When I tell you, crank
off those last three shots.

Well, that's a bad idea.

Just do it.

Okay.

Go.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Right on the money.

Couldn't help
yourself, could you?

No, I could not.

Don't you move.

Two hours ago, he got a text

from an L.A. number
saying "Burn it down."

This has got to be

our CIA guy. See
what you can do, Riles.

Okay.

This text was sent
from a burner phone.

No location services.

There's no way to track it.

Maybe we don't have to.

Please tell me that
you ID'd the agent,

because we are running
into a brick wall here.

No, we haven't,
but maybe you can.

We just captured
a counterfeiter,

and he had a text
on his phone saying

to shut down the
whole operation.

And you think it's from Echo?

Riley can't trace the phone,

but we're pretty sure it's
somewhere in the building

there with you.

Okay, go ahead and call it.

Hang up the phone, Matty, or
your people in Peru are dead.

MacGYVER: Matty.

Matty?

Bozer's on his way
to a CIA field office

with a Phoenix tac team,

but I just spoke
to the building's

head of security. They
searched every floor.

Matty's gone.

Eyes forward.

What happened to you, Julian?

You used to be a good
man, a good agent.

What happened to me?

The Agency happened to me.

20 years of bending the
rules, compromising my morals,

and I'm still sweating the
mortgage at the end of the month

while helping the scum
of the earth get rich.

Save me the tired speech
about noble sacrifice

and finally getting
what you're owed.

Okay, we both know
that your real motivation

was much simpler.

Still the analyst at heart, huh?

Okay, go ahead. Profile me.

Julian, it's no secret
that you scored

in the top one percent of
all Farm graduates ever.

But no matter how
hard you worked

or how many cases you
closed, you just couldn't lose

the word "deputy"
from your job title.

And when you finally realized
that you were never getting

that big office in D.C.,
you decided to prove

just how much smarter you
were than everybody else.

Oh, that's not
profiling, that's psy ops.

Flattery, manipulation?

Trying to get me in a receptive
mood before you gently suggest

there's another way out of this.

And what's next?

Oh, let me guess,

using my kids' names to
remind me of my humanity.

How are Alex and Laney, anyway?

Save your breath.

Those tactics
don't work with me.

I had all the same
training you did.

What are you
looking at? Nothing.

Right. It's all
just a stall tactic.

You think you keep me talking,

you'll buy enough time for
somebody to come find you.

Well, I hate to break this to
you, but, uh, nobody's coming.

This little trip of ours

ends only one way.

I need to know something.

Does it not bother
you that you killed

an innocent man
to cover up a crime?

A man with a family.

I mean, you do realize

that Paul will never
see his kids graduate.

He'll never see them
fall in love or get married.

Paul's death was his own fault.

Come on, Julian.

We lie to the public.

We start lying to ourselves,

we're finished. I tried
everything I could

to save Paul's life.

Told him the fake
passport case was a dud,

increased his workload
with other cases,

even directly ordered him
to drop his investigation.

So Paul was a good analyst

and a hard worker,

and that's your justification

for murder? Shut up.

Nurse Bennett to Neurology.

Nurse Bennett to Neurology.

Welcome back.

Now, we, uh,

we missed you,

boss lady.

Good to see you, too, Jack.

Riley,

Mac,

Boze.

MacGYVER: Word
on the street is that you

took down Julian Halsey with
a cigarette lighter, is that true?

Well, the guardrail that we
hit might have helped a little.

Wow.

I'm a fan of your work.

And that, ladies and gentlemen,

is why you don't mess
with Matty the Hun.

What did you just
say? Abort that.

Abort that. BOZER: Uh...

Me? Nothing. I-I
didn't say anything.

Call me that again, Boze,

and there won't be
enough morphine

in this entire hospital
to ease your pain.

Copy that.

Yes, ma'am.

So, where is Julian now?

MacGYVER: He's two doors down.

Handcuffed to a
hospital bed, of course,

guarded by two federal agents.

And more good news is,

when he does finally wake up,
he will be arrested and charged

for conspiracy, defrauding
the United States government,

and murder.

Yeah. Yeah,
going directly to jail.

Not passing go, not collecting

200 counterfeit
dollars, none of that.

And the good news
doesn't end there.

The counterfeiting operation
in Peru has been shut down.

Indeed, it has.

And the National
Police confiscated

all the relevant evidence,
including $247 million

in fake hundreds

and $4 million in
real one-dollar bills.

The fake money is being
destroyed as we speak.

What's wrong, Mac?

It's-it's probably nothing.

What is it?

We, uh, we actually found
$5 million in one-dollar bills

in that house in Peru.

We did?

Not according to the
paperwork Phoenix received.

Please tell me that Dawn
is in the waiting room.

Well, no, she had to go
to work over at the CIA.

She's really busy over there.

She has a lot of work
to do... Oh, my God.

Did that happen again?

Hate to say I told you so.

What are you people
still standing here for?

Go find me that woman,

and get me back my
million dollars now.

♪ I would die ♪

♪ I wouldn't sleep ♪

♪ I would cry ♪

♪ I would weep ♪

♪ When the night is coming ♪

♪ And I'm missing my babe ♪

♪ Knowing we're
all in the same boat ♪

♪ Knowing we're all
in the same boat. ♪

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