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Previously, on
"MacGyver"...

You know, a lot of kids,
they go to MIT

and they think
that they're gonna change the world.

Frankie was a double major
in mechanical engineering

- and biology.
- Yeah.

Mac, what the hell
have you been doing

since you dropped out
of school?

Boy genius
is a spy now?

But, hey, if you hit a snag,

you want to brainstorm ideas...

I think we're smart enough
to, uh,

figure out
how to use a telephone.

Or build one.

Mac, this is a bad idea.

Hey, just imagine
we're back at MIT

bribing the security guard for
more time in the biology lab.

How is that the same thing?

Technically against the rules,
but it's for a good cause.

for the sample.

I have what you want.

The man who brought it
from the island got bit.

I, uh, I watched
his face swell.

Sangue...

blood poured from everywhere.

At the hospital,
they cut off his arm,

but he died anyway.

If you want it,
you will need to extract it

from the creature
yourself.

All right,
we're gonna need supplies.

Uh... Frankie, can you grab

that jar, empty it
into this bucket? Yes.

Yeah?
Right here.

All right, that's it.

Wait, hold on.

- Ready?
- Yep.

All right.

Okay,
now we're gonna

- slowly position his head
- Yeah.

Over the jar
until he bites down.

How do you know how to do this?

You know, YouTube.

Look.

Okay.

Now...
Uh-huh?

We massage his venom
glands, which are here-ish.

Yes.

Be careful.

All right, I
think that's it.

Now, if this venom

does everything
you think it can...

Then we will be saving
a lot of lives.

Yeah.

All right.

First one might be your own.

*MacGyer (2016)*
Season 05 Episode 07

Episode Title: "Golden Lancehead +
Venom + Pole Vault + Blood + Baggage"

Aired on:
February 05, 2021

"Good Times" by the Easybeats
playing...

♪ Everybody shake

♪ Everybody do

How's anyone supposed to get
excited about the research

when they don't even
understand how it works?

Well, the people who matter
will understand it.

You can't dumb it down.

Oh... Mac.

Finally, a voice
of reason.

Help us settle something
for our entry

into the Journal of
Oncology. Please.

These two have been debating
one sentence for an hour.

All right. Let's hear it.

"The therapy uses
protein complexes

"and strongly basic
polypeptides extracted

"from virulent saliva

to target tumorigenic masses."

That's the right idea, but can
we put it into layman's terms?

Wecan.
This guy, not so much.

All right.

How about this: "The cancer
treatment uses toxins

"extracted from snake venom,

"which billions of years of
evolution have taught to attack

"the weakest cells
in a creature's body,

to target cancerous tumors."
Something like that?

You nerdsplained
that perfectly.

Thanks, boss.

Hmm, so gladyou could make it.

Here it comes.

No, no, it's my fault.

See, when you said
you'd be checking in weekly,

I interpreted that to mean,
like, everyweek. I know.

Last Thursday, I was halfwayout
the door when Matty called.

And then the week before that,

I was on my way here in
mytruck, and then... Matty called.

But, look, I'm here

and I come bearing gifts.

Just in time. We're almost out.

So, how's our friend
at the pet shop doing?

Oh, you know,
about as friendly

as the last five times
I went to visit him.

Have you made
any progress?

Well, I've managed to cut the toxicity

to surrounding epithelial cellsdown to 15%.

What?

Frankie, that's progress.
That's a huge deal.

Yeah. Getting there.

Yeah. Um, Mac,

listen, while I have you,
there is something

that we need to talk about.

Yeah. What's going on?

Matty?

Uh, uh, Desi this time.

Okay. I'll hoof right back.

Morning, sleepyhead.

Where'd you sneak off to
so early?

Um... a run in the canyon.

You back soon?

Um, nah.
Kind of hit a groove, so...

You know how it is,
got to get those endorphins

while the getting's good.

Okay, dork.

Pick me up
one of those blueberry scones

on your way home? You got it.

Oh, and, Mac?

Yeah.

I'm sitting in your truck.

I followed you from the house
to this creepy brick building,

and your GPS history shows

you've been coming here
for months.

Desi...

You have the walk outside
to think very carefully

about the words you use next.

I can't believe you
were tailing me.

What I meant was... I'm sorry.

Look, after Codex,
you and I promised

to be brutally honest
with each other.

That, and dealing with
everything after Jack's funeral,

is the only reason I've been
ignoring my Spidey-sense

that your Thursday morning jogs
are bogus.

So why are you lying to me?

And what is this place?

It's a medical
research laboratory.

Okay.

When my dad got sick, I
started researching an idea

for an experimental
cancer treatment.

And then, a-after he died,

I decided to develop
that treatment,

do something good
in his honor.

So I raised money
through an angel investor

and convinced my friend
Frankie to do the day-to-day.

And it started as a
total moon shot, but...

she's been making
real progress.

You've been secretly,
in your nonexistent free time,

attempting to cure cancer?

Ow. What was that for?

I have the right to be pissed
at you right now,

and you're ruining it.

Why didn't you say anything?

I just wasn't
ready to talk about it.

Mac...

total honesty means
total honesty,

no matter how well-intentioned
the lie is.

Yeah. You're right.

You want to come inside
and check it out?

We have snake venom.

If I do, it doesn't mean
I'm not still mad at you.

- Deal.
- Okay.

Hey, guys? I've got someone
I'd like you to meet.

Sandra, Ben!

Fr...

Frankie?

Mac!

Mac. You okay?

Yeah. I'm fine, I'm fine. Go.

I searched everywhere.

Frankie's gone.

Riley, update.

Security cameras
in this building

and all the surrounding
have been scrubbed.

Whoever did this
planned well.

Thinner nose.

Bigger forehead.

Ugly. Very ugly.

Okay, Bozer, get that composite
to every law enforcement agency

in the country the
instant it's done.

On it.

Look, I'm sorry, Angus,

I know you're upset, but we
need to keep going through

all of your research. Look, I told you
everything I know,

and I think we should be
out there looking for Frankie

- before it's too late.
- Mac, the Phoenix

is doing everything possible
to find Frankie,

but only you can help us
understand what happened here.

Except I can't.
It doesn't make any sense.

Well, whoever they are,
they hired professionals.

They worked fast, quiet.

You know, I'd wager
the man who attacked you

was part of a small team
of ex-soldiers

turned private
military contractors.

They were sitting on this lab,
saw me come in today.

They planned
on executing everyone

working on the project
all at once.

If Desi hadn't called me...

What is that? Something?

Uh, I'm not sure yet.

Uh, Mac?
Yeah?

The label on the vial says
"Bothrops insularis."

Uh, yeah, it's a venom

from a snake breed called
the golden lancehead viper.

Aka one of the rarest and
deadliest snakes in the world,

found only on one island
off the coast of Saão Paulo.

The Brazilian government has
made it illegal to transport

or own.

- Bozer, how do you know all that?
- Getting shot in the leg gives you

lots of time to
binge Planet Earth.

Hey, guys, uh,
I'm not really huge on snakes.

"The golden lancehead's

"venom targets the nervous
system of his prey

"with pinpoint accuracy,

"causing blood blisters,
intestinal bleeding,

tissue necrosis, hemorrhage!"

All right, that's great.
I'm just gonna...

The fact that the golden
lancehead is so deadly

is precisely why
I needed its venom.

The more fast-acting
a toxin is,

the better it is at attacking
cancerous tumors.

But how did you
even get it in here?

Uh, insulated hair spray bottle

with a false bottom.

Guys, I think I found something.

Spyware embedded in the OS
of Frankie's laptop.

Someone's been logging
her every keystroke.

What? It's reporting
to a burner phone

not too far from here.

That's got to be the sasquatch
who attacked us.

Y-Yeah, and he could have
Frankie. Let's go.

All right, Riley. Where to?

The burner phone
doesn't have GPS.

I was triangulating its location
using cell towers,

but now there's only one
in range.

Come again?

It means he's in the park,
but this is as close

as I can get us.Right.

Looks like we're gonna
have to go old-school.

Form a dragnet,

start at the edge of the park
and work our way in.

Remember, if he makes us
before we make him,

our only lead to rescuing
Frankie is shot.

He's still here somewhere.

Everyone's covered up.

It's hard to get a visual.

Yeah, hang on. I've got an idea.

I can hijack the spyware

and send a script
to the burner phone.

What kind of script?

The kind that overclocks
a lithium-ion battery.

Look out for a reaction.

Suspect ditched their phone.

We lost him.

Maybe not.
I've got one person

walking away,
red hoodie.

He's off. He's off!

Sorry. Need to borrow this.

Hey, what the...?

Who are you?

I'm Nina Harris
with the Department of Defense.

Check my coat pocket
for my credentials.

Right.

Agent Harris,
your bona fides check out.

And your superior agrees
that you should fill us in.

So he did.

If you work for the DoD,
why'd you run?

I clocked someone
tailing me,

did what I was trained to do.

That doesn't explain why
you were spying on my lab.

We flagged a very dangerous
substance being imported

illegally from Brazil.Mm.

The, uh, snake venom

was being used
for cancer research.

So we learned when we watched
Dr. Mallory's computer.

And we also learned
that her proprietary method

for extracting toxins
from the venom

had potential
alternative applications.

You're not just DoD,
are you?

You're black budget.

Her group runs operations

that are illegal
but necessary.

Or at least that's
the company motto, isn't it?

If one of our enemies
is gonna create a weapon,

it's better that we do it first.

What are we talking about here?

I approached Dr. Mallory
about using her technique

to engineer
the golden lancehead venom

into a nerve agent
for the U.S. military.

What did Frankie say?

She refused.

Hold on.

Uh, you guys
finish this up.

I'll meet you
back at Phoenix.

Hang on, where are you off to?

Back to the lab.

Mac, Taylor
said you left

in the middle of
interviewing Nina.

Yes, earlier
I found this scrap of paper.

It's got Frankie's handwriting,
molecular equations...

related to golden lancehead
venom, but at the time...

I couldn't figure out... how.

And that's why you're trashing the
place that's already been trashed?

Okay, so one time at school,

another student,
Frankie realized,

had hacked into her computer
and lifted parts of her thesis,

so...

the next semester she wrote
the entire thing out longhand

on legal paper
and hid it in her dorm room

under a floorboard.

So, Frankie refused
Nina's offer

but then did the work in secret.

Frankie's disappearance,
the murders...

All of this is happening
because she solved

how to turn the world's
deadliest snake venom

into a nerve agent.

Okay.

Everything Agent Harris
told us checks out,

but I still have more
questions, starting with:

What would be the timeline
for someone

to transform Frankie's ideas
into a reality?

Short. According to her notes,
she cracked the whole thing.

How to extract toxins from
the golden lancehead saliva,

how to stabilize them, uh,
how to aerosolize those toxins.

The only real barrier
to production that I saw

was sourcing a supply of venom.

They didn't steal your
vial from the lab.

So we should proceed

as if someone's already
crossed over that threshold.

Agreed. Let's talk
about leads.

He's still even uglier

- in person.
- All attempts to I.D. this man

have failed, so for now
we're calling him UnSub One.

Likely a former soldier
hired by a terrorist group

or hostile regime
to obtain Frankie's research.

Well, that's one theory.

What's the other?

Frankie partnered with
this man and his team

to stage a robbery,
and then she covered her tracks

by killing everyone
involved with the project.

W... Are...

- That's insane.
- Is it?

Yes. Frankie may have done
the science on paper,

but she'd never do that.

Have me killed?
What are you talking about?

Why?

The usual reason. Riley.

Last week $2 million

was deposited
into Frankie's account.

Sent from a shielded account

- in the Seychelles.
- Why didn't Frankie

tell you she'd been
approached by the DoD?

I don't know. How did UnSub One

learn about the nerve agent

if you yourself
didn't know about the project

in your own lab?

I don't know,
but there's got to be

some sort explanation for this.

Yes, there is.

After Frankie was turned down
by the DoD,

she realized there
was more money

to be made in
the black market

and she reached out to this man
for help in pulling it off.

Okay, Mac, we need to be open
to all interpretations

of the evidence.

If Frankie were involved... if...

how would we locate her?

In order to scale
and produce the nerve agent,

she would have to set up a lab.

Somewhere off the grid.

And I know the type
of equipment she likes.

I can cross-reference

lab equipment point of sales
from shipments

to a single location. Let's do it.

We came to the right place.

It doesn't make any sense.

If Frankie wanted to make
money, she could make money.

She became a scientist
to help people.

People change, Mac.

I'm worried about more pressing
problems, like how do we get in?

Problem: 30 feet of
cement wall and razor wire.

Solution?
The scientific principles

behind my favorite
Summer Olympic sport.

Hold tight. He's not...

Pole-vaulting? Oh, yeah.

A running pole-vaulter
builds up kinetic energy,

which is then transferred
to the pole,

propelling
the vaulter vertically.

Too bad Matty doesn't
give out gold medals.

Sick nasty.

You were hard on him before.

Who?

Unnecessarily.

One of my agents didn't disclose
he'd been running a secret lab

researching lethal and
illegal substances.

I have a right to be pissed
when it all goes pear-shaped.

This job requires
a lot from us.

I won't fault Mac for wanting
something outside of it.

Ah, yes, there it is.

That excuse.

That justification for the lie.

That small fissure is
all it takes for something

far more sinister to slip its
claws in and tear us all apart.

Mercenaries for hire,

shady divisions
of democratic governments,

dangerous weapons.

You're thinking
about the bioweapon

you built for the U.S.
government, aren't you?

Hades-X1 also started off
with good intentions.

At least that's
the lie I fed myself.

The money helped it
go down easy,

and the next thing I knew...

a weapon of mass destruction
existed with a patent

issued to yours truly.

We've both done things
we're not proud of.

It's the price we pay
for the world we operate in.

Look, I've struggled

with the moral traps
of this job for a long time.

But at the end of the day, I've
made peace with the fact that...

there's just no simple answers.

Why is it so hot in here?

Huh.

What?

Uh, nothing.

Just, those are UVB lights,
also known as reptile lights.

That plus the temperature makes
it the perfect climate for...

Oh, oh, no, no, no.

No, don't say it,
don't say it, don't say it.

If you don't say it,
I can pretend they're not here.

Pretend what's not there?

You're making it worse.

Sorry.

Matty,

bad news.

UnSub One has acquired
a lot of venom.

He has everything he needs...

for the nerve agent.

Did you know the national animal
of Scotland is a unicorn?

♪ Three, six, nine,
the goose drank wine ♪

♪ The monkey chew tobacco
on the streetcar line ♪

♪ The line broke,
the monkey got choked ♪

♪ And they all went to heaven
in a little rowboat ♪

♪ Clap pat, clap pat

♪ Clap pat, clap slap

♪ Clap pat, clap your hand

♪ Pat it on your
partner's hand ♪

♪ Right hand, clap pat

♪ Clap your hand,
cross it with your left arm ♪

♪ Buy me a rubber dolly.

Hello?

I'm in here!

- Hello?!
- Frankie?

- Hello?
- Frankie!

Uh, just hold on one second.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Here's another fun fact.

When a golden lancehead
attacks,

its venom reacts with the iron

in the red blood cells
of its prey...

Creating an acidic
by-product

strong enough to eat flesh
and corrode metal.

Frankie,
are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I am now.

I didn't think you guys
were gonna find me, thank you.

Listen, we talked to DoD,
I found your notebooks.

And this lab...
What's going on?

Okay, I-I swear I had no choice.

The men who grabbed me,
they said they were gonna

kill Ben and Sandra
and you if I didn't do

exactly what they said.

I swear.

You got to believe me.

I believe you.

We can talk about
all of that later.

Priority is
getting you out of here

before they force you
to finish that weapon.

Oh, but the nerve agent's done.

I already gave it to 'em.

Updated the composite
with the new info from Frankie,

still nothing.

Desi, animal control is on
the way to pick up those snakes.

Any luck getting
the PMCs to talk?

Well, they're
the strong, silent type.

That's warfighter code.

Soon as they talk,
they become unhireable.

Which means Frankie
remains our only hope.

Okay, go through
her story again.

See if you can shake
loose any details

that'll help us I.D. UnSub One

before he ghosts
with that nerve agent.

Mac's working on it.

Ben and... Sandra.

I just can't believe it.

I'm so sorry, Frankie.

But you know what?
I need your help.

Or they won't be
the last ones who get hurt.

Can you, uh, run us
through the story?

Um...

I, uh... I was approached

by the DoD woman
Nina Harris

to engineer a nerve agent
from the golden lancehead venom.

I said no. Of course I said no.

But once the idea
was planted, you know,

it-it hooked onto my brain.

It became this...

this logic problem I couldn't
stop trying to solve.

You know, I needed to know
that the DoD was right.

That the techniques we developed
could make this weapon.

So I kept my work off-line.

And after a week
of all-nighters, I cracked it.

What about the $2 million
deposited

- into your bank account?
- Okay, I know

this is gonna sound crazy,
but a few days

after I met with Nina,
it just showed up.

Two million bucks,
just like that.

And then at the same time,
I-I started noticing

people, like, following me,
uh, noises on my phone, um,

a car parked outside
my place late at night.

At first I thought
I was just being paranoid,

and then

I realized,
if the DoD figured out

what I was capable of, then...

maybe somebody else did, too.

That's why you didn't tell me.
'Cause you were being watched.

You know, this all
sounds very familiar.

Intimidation, cash
falling from the sky.

What if Frankie was wrong
about who was following her?

Angus, Matilda and I are
gonna follow up on a lead.

You get Frankie somewhere safe.

Copy that.

All right,
let's get out of here.

Oh.

If we don't move,
it can't see us, right?

Unfortunately,
I don't think T. rex rules

apply here,
so we're just gonna slowly

back away towards
the other exit.

Oh, whoa, there's another.

All right, everybody
keep your eyes open.

We have no idea how many
are out right now.

We are all aware that
they climb trees, right?

Yeah, but somehow
being up here

makes me feel so much safer.

Mac, I read that when poachers
go on the island in Brazil,

they bring
ultrasonic repellers.

Oh, Frankie,

you're a genius.

Snakes' inner ears
are fixed

to their jawbones,
only allowing them to hear

low-end sounds.

But vibrations
of higher frequencies,

they can feel through
receptors in their skin.

Frankie, that pole.
Yeah.

Thank you.

All right, everyone.

Watch my back.

All right, everyone,

All right, that's it, like
we're going out of business.

Everything must go.

Hey! You can't be in here!

Russel Taylor.
Director Webber, I presume?

You do not have
permission to be here.

Oh, well, judging by how fast
your boys are packing up shop,

I'm guessing neither do you.

At least not officially, anyway.

And speaking
of not following laws,

some details of your operation
have come to light

since our last conversation.

I answered
all of your questions.

Yes, while omitting just enough
to stay out of trouble.

In fact,
I realized

I've been in
your exact position before.

And so I asked myself,
what would I do

if Frankie declined my offer?

Would I respectfully
walk away?

No, not a chance.

I would go to plan B:
Intimidation.

Make the target think
they're being followed,

then spring the payday,

reconnect, but this time
the cash comes with protection.

Protection against the person
that you hired to scare her.

Matilda, what sort of chaps
would you use to do that?

Not DoD.
Too much red tape.

Chaps like me.

Private muscle,
professional,

dubious morals.

And that answers
another question.

How did UnSub One even learn
about Frankie's research

in the first place if not
even MacGyver knew about it?

Unless he was
one of the PMC chaps

that you hired
to intimidate Frankie.

But I also know
that murder

isn't in the DoD playbook.

So tell us, Nina,

what went wrong?

After we talked in the park,
I did some digging,

and I found out
that the guys I hired

to intimidate Frankie
had gone to ground.

Hence the bug-out operation.
I see you're cutting ties.

Best I can tell,
he saw the bigger payday.

He killed the lab techs,
he abducted Frankie,

and he's probably forcing her
to finish the nerve agent.

Well, that all checks out,
except for the last part.

Frankie finished
the nerve agent, past tense.

Your rogue muscle already has
enough in his possession

to kill thousands.

So we need to know...

who is he?

Donick Luca.

Court-martialed Marine
turned mercenary.

Has a reputation for taking jobs
nobody else will.

I've got a rental
in Donick's name

heading for
the U.S.-Mexico border.

They're taking back roads.
Can I see this?

Yeah.
Look.

If we hurry, we can cut them off
at this gas station right there.

Give me directions
to 945 Stoke Road,

Dulzura, California.

Please
proceedto the highlighted route.

Hit it. With pleasure.

Anyone got Donick?

He's not up front.

Not in back, either.

Mac?

Yeah? Is the nerve
agent back here?

Half of it is.

Where's your boss
and the rest

of the nerve agent?

Don't worry about it.

This truck will talk
way faster than he does.

Looks like they made one stop
between here and the lab.

San Diego Airport.

Boze, run a facial rec scan

at the international terminal.

Okay.

Got him.

Donick used an alias to check
into a flight to Ecuador

that's still boarding...
And get this, he checked a bag.

He checked a proprietary nerve
agent on a commercial flight?

They hedged their bets.

They sent half
out of the country by road

and half by air,
hidden in plain sight.

I'm gonna ground all planes
and lock down the airport.

Get there
and secure that package.

Copy that.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- What's wrong?

These guys used an iron-alloy
container for transport,

which would be fine,
except the TSA switched

to ionizing radiation
for baggage scans.

Which destabilizes the formula
bonding the nerve agent...

The venom's gonna
react with the iron.

If we don't get that bagand
contain the breach... Yeah.

Then everyone
in the airport will be exposed

to the nerve agent and die.

TSA and local police
are evacuating the airport,

but there are a lot of people to
move and it's gonna take time.

What about Donick?

Police didn't find him
at his gate.

They're searching
the airport now.

Then our only hope
is that they find

the nerve agent
before it eats through

the container and contaminates
everyone at the airport.

It's easier
said than done.

All right, Mac,

each luggage tag has
a unique RFID signature

that gets scanned as it moves
through the system.

So we can use those scans

to find the suitcase
with the weapon.

Exactly. All right, now,
somewhere around you,

look for a pink bag
with a pony on it.

That's the bag Donick's using
to transport the nerve agent in?

No, but it's heading
towards Donick's bag,

and you're hitching a ride.

Well, good news, Matty...

We found Donick.

He must have figured out why
the airport was closed down

and came to recover the
nerve agent before we did.

Mac, I know
you've got your hands full,

but the train's
about to leave the station.

Go! I got him.

Okay, that was fun.

Can you stop this thing?

No, I'm operating
on read privileges only.

All right, what next?

Now, any minute you're gonna
be near another conveyor belt

traveling
the opposite direction.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Mac.

The nerve agent's in a black

hard-shell suitcase.

It's coming your way
on a baggage cart in three...

two...

one.

I need some identifying feature.

The one you're looking for

has a built-in lock.

The containers
are already deteriorating.

I don't have enough time
to get it out of the airport.

Mac, what are you gonna do?

Improvise.

Wait a second.
Riley, all of these bags

have been scanned
by the TSA, right?

Yeah. Why?

Okay. I need you to help me
with a shopping list,

starting
with nail polish remover.

Look for a makeup kit. All right.

Uh...

Red duffel, outside pocket.

What else? Shaving cream.

Look for the oversized
stuffed backpack

coming by you right now.

All right,
now for the hard part. Glue.

Mac.

Canvas satchel, service rack,
right above you.

He's creating a
fast-hardening sealant.

Frankie's right.
I can't use another bag

to contain
the aerosolized nerve agent,

because even a microscopic hole

would allow the toxin
to escape.

However, when these items
are mixed together,

they'll expand to 30
times their liquid volume

before hardening
into an airtight shell.

Now, let's just hope
that happens

before the nerve agent leaks.

It worked. It worked.

It's contained.

Great job, Mac.

Sit tight.
Hazmat's on the way.

I'll notify local authorities
and let them know the threat

has been neutralized.

We have the nerve agent.

Placing it
in containment now.

How you holding up?

Fine.

Told the hazmat team
everything they needed to know

for transport and disposal.

And I volunteered
to work with them

until they develop
an antidote.

That could take months.

Well, years, probably,
but eventually

someone's gonna discover
the same thing I did,

and we have to be ready.

Yeah. Hey, who better

to lead the team than the
monster who created it?

Frankie.

This mess is as much
my fault as it is yours.

Well, there's plenty
of blame to go around.

You know, this cancer treatment
could still work.

It's a good idea, Mac.

But honestly I wish I'd never
walked into that pet shop.

All right, talk soon.

So, uh...

remember that, uh,
secret that I was keeping?

It kind of sort of blew up
in my face.

Yeah.

But even if it hadn't,
I'd still owe you an apology.

So...

Apology accepted.

Thank you.

But you're still
not off the hook.

I want an explanation
on why you did it.

The real reason.

Just,
at the time it felt like...

Codex was infecting
everything around me,

and I just wanted to do
this one good, pure thing

the world couldn't get
its hands on and mess up.

And the irony is,
I was willing to do a whole lot

that I'm not proud of
to make it happen.

Was that so hard?

All right.
I got to go talk to Matty.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Hey, boss.
You wanted to see me?

Yeah. Close the door.

Let me start

by saying I'm sorry.
I really should have...

told you what Frankie and I's
research entailed.

This isn't about the research.

- It's not?
- No.

Mac, when you asked me
for funding

for cancer research
in your father's name,

it was my choice
not to ask you any questions.

I knew that it was something
that you wanted, needed

to do alone.

And I understand why.

I wouldn't have
agreed otherwise,

because I trust you.

And so I hope
that this trust

is a two-way street, because...

we may need to lean on
each other now more than ever.

Of course.

- What's going on?
- When we searched

Donick's belongings,
we found a cell phone.

The last message received
included a location

for a dead drop to
deliver the nerve agent.

- The message was from the buyer?
- Yes.

Signed with this.

Codex?

But... who? How?

I don't know.

But if someone's using Codex's
encrypted communication system,

- it could mean...
- Somebody's putting

the band
back together.

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