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Listen, I get it. I trespassed, took some photos.

But we can skip this whole
rendition room thingy.

I mean, you're not gonna
good cop/bad cop me,

because that's
so '90s, right?

And from what I hear,
you're way cooler than that.

You know, I've never said this
before during an interrogation,

but, please, just stop talking.

Copy that.

We searched your bag.

Where'd you get that?

It's the task force
I worked with.

So you're law enforcement?

I was. Not anymore.

It's a long story.

Who are you?

This is the Phoenix Foundation,
right?

Where MacGyver works?

My name is
Jerry Ortega.

Not interested
in your name,

Jerry.

Who are you?I'm the guy

in the shadows,

who sees through the chaos.

I'm here to save you.

Whoa.

Okay, that was
a little dramatic.

How do you know MacGyver?

He went to Hawaii a while ago.

Helped Five-O.

He brought a sidekick with him.

A big guy, buzz cut,
huge karaoke fan.

Jack.

Yeah, that's right.So,

Jerry Ortega

of the Five-O Task Force,
what brings you here?

Well, for a while now,
I've been tracking online rumors

about a terrorist organization
trying to bring about

the end of the world.

And word is some mystery group
sent them running.

I put it together,
and all roads lead to MacGyver.

So I called up my old boss,
Steve McGarrett,

asked for an address,
and, voilà, here I am.

I guess I spooked security.

: Yes, I'd say
he's pretty harmless.

Just a...

nosy conspiracy
theorist.

That's rude.

I prefer "truth hunter."All right then.

Truth hunter.

We'll be back.

You think you stopped Codex,
but you didn't.

They're still out there,

talking to each other.

♪

How do you know?

I know

because they're talking to me,
too.

♪

We recovered this message
from a cell phone

on a previous op.

I tracked

similar single-use burners,

mapped to other
intercepted messages.

This pattern here indicates
an upper-level Codex operative

in the area.

So, you said
that Codex was talking to you?

I tracked them to the dark web,
created an alias,

pretended I wanted
to join the cause.

We traded a few messages.

How do you know it was them?

Because someone forgot
to activate their VPN

when signing on.

Lasted about half a second.

That was enough for me
to grab an IP address.

I traced it
to a bunker in Montana

before the whole
killer volcano thing.

There's been
a change of plans.

Mac, Desi, Riley,
you're with me on the jet.

Taylor, Bozer,
stay with the Codex lead.

You're...

going into the field?

Wheels up in ten.

Matty?

What could be more
important than Codex?

Mac, I need your help
on this one, okay?

It's personal.

Okay.

Zero, two, five,

five, eight. Zero, two...

Sounds like an old numbers
station transmission.

But I thought the CIA
stopped using those.

Are you familiar
with an intelligence officer

by the name of Ian Cain?

Cain? Yeah. Of course.

The guy's a Cold War legend.

He holds the record
for getting defectors

across the Berlin Wall.

I mean, in the '80s,
he single-handedly stopped

a Russian military coup
against Gorbachev.

Saved the entire peace process.

He also saved my life

more times than I'd like
to remember.

Cain and I were partnered
on some of my earlier ops.

Two days ago, he sent me
this message from his post

at a CIA station in Slovenia.

It's an SOS. He's in trouble.

Any details?
No.

And that's what concerns me.
I mean, in the past,

we've always had a protocol:

throw up the bat signal,
await further instruction.

I got the SOS,
but then nothing followed.

Just two days of radio silence.

Whatever happened,

we may be too late.

♪

Are we sure this is the place?

It's a clandestine office.

Its cover is an import/export
insurance company,

but the whole building's
a CIA front.

Cain's still not picking up.

Don't suppose we have
bolt cutters in the trunk?

No, but...

I did see a toolbox.

A bolt cutter uses
a complicated leverage system

to produce enough power
to cut through tempered steel.

But two wrenches can create
enough torque

to break the tempered steel.

♪

Where is everyone?

Attention. Please follow
the emergency action plan

for the destruction
of sensitive materials.

This is an immediate evacuation.

Sounds like they got
their burn bags

and got the hell out of here.No.

Cain would never
abandon his post.

He's got to be here somewhere.

You know, my dad once told me

that all the old embassy spies,
they had "boltholes."

Hidden offices that
no one else knew about.

And they were usually
on the top floor,

next to the antennas.

Knowing Cain, it'd probably be
tucked away, like a bank vault.

That's what I'm counting on.

♪

If Cain's office isn't part

of the original building
structure, and it's fortified,

it'll be heavier than the rest
of the offices on the floor,

and create an incline.

The incline may even be too slight to measure with a level,

but it will be enough
to distort the momentum

of a small moving object.

Zero, seven, four,

two, seven, nine;
it's our fail-safe code.

Ian!

He's still alive. We gotta
get him to the hospital.

It's okay.

And so that's how you can tell

that the moon landing
was filmed in Morocco.

What?
Wow.

This place is awesome.

We got a good start
with your message logs,

but let's hook you up
to the mainframe,

see what else we can pull
from your chat routing.

Is that an electron microscope?

I've always wanted to...

What in the evil robot
apocalypse is that?

That's Sparky.

Hang on, you have a robot?

At Five-O we have a table,
and everyone's all,

"Oh, cool computer table."

It's just a big stupid iPad.

Sparky's on sabbatical.

He was getting a little
too full of himself.

This is impressive.

But don't give him any
personal information,

'cause AI is dangerous,

and they're gonna rise up
and murder us all.

He knows where I live.

:
Ooh, mistake.

You say something?Big mistake.

Webber.

What took you so long?

Stop for a picnic
on the way?
Well,

if you had left me
some intel

instead of fainting
like a delicate flower,

it would have been sooner.

It's an honor, sir.

Who's this, your intern?

This is Angus MacGyver.

The famous MacGyver.
Apologies.

I need a cappuccino
with extra foam.
Ian!

I'm just messing with him.
It'll put hair on his chest.

Matty says you're good, kid.

I'm looking forward
to seeing you prove it.

Thank you.
Yeah.

Tell me what happened.

A couple weeks ago,

my staff...

every patient in there,

they started getting sick.

Migraine headaches,
nausea, dizziness.

And then it got weird.

Behavioral problems.

Folks just started
acting irrational.

Got downright angry
and paranoid.

Once I knew my people
were in trouble,

I pulled the plug and
I put 'em in the hospital.

Why didn't you evacuate?

Needed answers.

Are there any dangerous
materials stored on-site?

Honestly, kid,
it's mostly paperwork,

but we do have a bunch

of Cold War relics
down in the basement.

It's a quiet posting.
That's why I took it.

Okay. You rest.
We'll strategize.

Okay.

Hey. Thanks for coming.

You were there for me
when my life went sideways.

It's the least I can do.

The doctors are baffled.

Apparently, the blood work's not
giving them any answers either.

Possibilities?

Frankly, hundreds.

A naturally occurring
pathogen like black mold,

chemical exposure,
viral bacteriological...

Ian.

Mr. Cain, can you hear me?

His condition is
deteriorating rapidly.

We need to move him.

Mac, I need you to pull that
building apart brick by brick.

We need to figure out
what's causing this.

I'm gonna figure something out.
I promise.

The trouble with looking

for an unknown contaminant

is that it's
a molecule-sized needle

in a building-sized haystack.

You have to be thorough

but also know any false move
could wipe out

the one tiny clue
to everything.

You flinched.

Involuntary muscle response.

You flinched.

Wait. What was that?

It's just the plastic

being blown around.

Bad news, Mac.

State Department's
sending in a CBRN team.

A hazmat team?

They're gonna follow protocol
and kick us out of here.

We don't have time for that.

Maybe. But until then,

I have an idea.
This might be airborne,

so I'm gonna test
the room for toxins.

I'm sealing off this area.

Desi's gonna

get you access
to the main server room.

That way, you can have
all the surveillance footage

and employee data
that you need.

I can look for correlations
between patients and symptoms.

Maybe find patient zero.

How's Cain doing?

Matty's with him.
Hasn't woken up yet.

People are getting sicker.

We need answers.
My best guess is

you got about an hour
before that hazmat team arrives

and the building is crawling
with government suits.

All right. I've
got 59 minutes...

...to make a chemistry set.

Out of what?

History.

Okay.

I've been sent
to tell you again

you're on the wrong side
of the glass.

I'm gonna be here
when he wakes up.

There was this
time in Libya.

It was my first field op.

My asset flipped on me,

sold me out
to Gaddafi's secret police.

Two days on the run,

I found myself cornered
on a rooftop in Tripoli

when guess who
dropped out of the sky?

Literally.

On a helicopter.
A Canadian helicopter

he stole.

That's the first time

he saved my life.

That's some
serious badass hero stuff.

Any luck finding patient zero?

So...

I ran this hack
on a CDC mission a while back.

Ignore when the patients

officially report being sick.

Right. It's unreliable.

So, what you do is look
at when the patients

go to something like WebMD

and start searching
their own symptoms.

I mapped it out.

It's weird. Normally,

a pattern of infection

spreads out from patient zero.

But this is different.

The first wave got sick
on the same day

in the same hour.

Even as we speak,
someone is out there

sending down orders to
disbanded Codex cells.

We need to find out who's
pulling the strings.

Sorry, guys.
My Codex contacts

have gone deep underground.

I'm dropping breadcrumbs,
but it's quiet out there.

Then I suggest
a new plan,

because we've been doing this
for bloody hours.

Hang on.

You're having fun.

What?

Free food, a tricked-out
superspy lair,

the bathrooms have cloth towels.

You know, it's nice
to appreciate what you have,

enjoy your life.

Uh, he doesn't do that.

Yeah, I checked
every dark website

that has Codex activity

and I got nothing.

Hang on.

What's that?

"Marketplace for Radiological
Dispersal Devices."

Dirty bombs.

So, Codex only knows you
by your online alias, right?

FailSafe815.

So, other than
wanting to join up,

that's pretty much
all they know about you.

Well, let's just pretend, just
for a moment, that you are

a dirty bomb specialist.

Perhaps you could offer
your services to Codex?

Radiological mayhem.

Yeah, that sounds
like Codex's M.O.

Let's give it a shot.

And actually,

I do know how to have
fun. Just last week,

I was with the Navy SEALs,

practicing my nighttime
amphibious landing,

under live ammunition fire,
might I add.

I don't even know
how to unpack that.JERRY: Whoa.

That was fast.

Says they want
to discuss my services,

in person.Looks like we've got

a job interview
with Codex.

Now this, this is fun.

Okay, I got
the CO2 cartridge

from the soda machine.Awesome.

I'm almost done. Can you seal

the door for me?Yeah.

So this is gonna
test the air?

Yeah. Gas chromatography
test for toxins.

It's the old-school art of
analyzing scientific samples.

Sorry, Mr. Cain,
but I need this.

That would be a Cold War-era
shortwave radio.

Specifically, I need
the amplifier inside of it.

The CO2 cartridge will push
the sample through tubes

lined with an absorbent,

which will separate
certain particles.

Those particles will then pass
through the radio's amplifier

connected to a computer,

hopefully giving me answers
about the toxin in the air.

What?

Damn it.

Nothing.What, it's
not working?

Oh, no, it's working.
It says that the air is clean.

Okay, so what are we missing?

We did a sweep
of all the offices.We sweep it again,

see if we can find something.

Fine, but you take

the kitchen this time.

There's three-day-old food
in there and it's nasty.

Nasty? Nasty's good.

Looks like the meeting
is two hours away.

We can get a visual on most
tables either from the bar

or the upper-level balcony.Perfect.

Public place, gives us options
for establishing lines of sight

so we can remote-hack
Codex's communications.

We'll get access to the comms,
we can figure out

how they're encrypting
their messages.

Trace the messages back to
whoever's pulling the strings.

Leland?

Odds are that it's him, although
a few things don't quite add up.

Great work, Jerry.

Thanks. This was a blast.

I'm gonna miss you guys.

Well, I'll get out of the way.Wait-- hang on a second.

Boze and I are doing
the remote hack.

You're the one
who's meeting Codex.

No, we can't
show our faces.

Codex knows who we are.
You-you have done

undercover work
for Five-O before, right?

Absolutely.

There was this one time
at a memorabilia store,

and then once
at a mental hospital.

You're gonna do great.

Voilà. Three-day-old lasagna.

Ah, perfect. If the threat
is weaponized bacteria,

then the rate of growth
will be accelerated on the food.

The hazmat team's gonna
be here any minute.

Pretty sure we don't have
time to watch bacteria grow.

We don't have to.

The food has been
inside of the fridge

and, uh, not exposed
to the outside air.

And the power's been off,

so they're the perfect
control group.

All we have to do is compare.

Bacteria cells are tiny.

Ten times smaller than most
plant and animal cells.

So if germ warfare is what's
making people sick,

then these leftovers
should be crawling

with millions
of deadly bacteria cells.

However, to see them,
I need to paint the samples

with a stain made from coffee
and kitchen supplies.

Aha.

They have a UV light for, uh,
sterilizing the water

in their filtration system.

I can turn it into a UV scanner.

What?

What?

I-I... It doesn't...
I can't believe this.

This doesn't make sense.
How is that even possible?

There has to be
something here!

Why can't I figure this out?

Hey, but you will,
okay?

:
You always do. Just...

Just focus.

Des?

Are you okay?

No, there's something
in my mask.

Close your eyes. Let me see.I'm gonna take it off.

No, no, no! Don't do that.

Just let me s...

Des, you got a nosebleed.
We got to get out of here.

Mac, you're
bleeding, too.

Oh, we got to go.We can't.

We have to figure this out.

We can't figure anything
out if we're dead.

We followed protocol,

we're in protective gear.

How is this possible?I don't know.

It's not possible
for us to be infected.

Whatever we're dealing with

is unlike anything
we've ever seen before.

♪

I feel so much better.

Yeah. My headache's
almost already gone.

So, our symptoms lessen once
we get outside of the building,

so we're not carrying it with us
like a-a virus or a toxin.

And the people inside
the hospital are getting worse.

So it's also about how long

you're exposed
to whatever this is.

Go ahead, Mac.

Hey, uh, Riley,
can you use the patient data

to map out where the most severe
cases in the building were?

I'm on it.

The basement.

But Ian was on the top floor.

And he was there way longer
than anyone else.

Exactly. So,

a longer time of exposure.

It's something to do
with the building itself.

Ready to go in the basement?

Yeah.

Check comms, one, two.

You guys can see me okay?

Yes, we have
excellent sight lines.

Now just remember, make
eye contact, lower your voice,

don't fidget with the tableware.

You are, after
all, dealing with

an international
apocalyptic death cult.

Thanks for the pep talk, Oprah.

I like him.

Yes.

I'm getting rather
warm and cuddly feelings

towards him myself.

So let's try not
to get him killed.

Mm-hmm.

What if this were some kind
of coordinated attack?

The perpetrators would have to
put the building

under surveillance
to make sure it was working.

Check CCTV in the neighborhood.

Watch the watchers.

You got it.

What did you mean

when you said Cain
was there for you

when your life
went sideways?

It wasn't sideways.

It was... more like upside down.

I'd overcome every obstacle

placed in my direction,

but I just couldn't overcome
a broken heart.

Ian didn't let that
sideline me.

He kept me working.
He gave me purpose.

He's my touchstone.

Sounds familiar.

What do you mean?

I probably would have been
back in prison

if it wasn't for you.

You do that for us.

The touchstone thing.

Oh, I think I've got something.

Mac.

I found something on CCTV.

There's a cable company van

parked in four different places
around Cain's building.

I doubt it's a real
cable company.

Riley, can you map out the
access point of the locations?

See if we can at least tell
what they're aiming at.

Looks like a storage area
in the northwest corner

of the basement.

Copy that.

: Maybe...Mac?

Riley, uh...

Mac, you're breaking up.

Are you feeling this?

Yeah. My head's killing me.

Paint's chipped.

Stress fractures
in the glass.

You hear that, right?

It's getting louder
as we get closer.

Yeah. Fluorescent...

fluorescent light bulbs
use magnetic ballasts.

They're vibrating.

I think this place
is being hit

with longitudinal
pressure waves.

Wait a second,
that's it.

Sound waves.

Someone's attacking this
building with sonic weapons.

Can we...?Absolutely.

Pressure waves

from directed energy weapons,
they create

bubbles in the inner ear fluid.

But it doesn't just
cause nausea

and headaches.
If it gets in your bloodstream,

it's a lot worse.

Are you saying these victims
have the bends?

It's even worse
than that.

It's functionally a stroke.

Which must be
what happened to Cain.

We got to get back to
the hospital and let them know.Yeah.

Potential recruiter incoming.
Remember the phrase.

Pinotage.

That's hard
to find in L.A.

Not if you know where to look.

Hmm.

That wasn't half bad.

All right, hacking
the recruiter's comms...

We could use someone
with your skill set.

And I am the best.

We're not
for the faint of heart.

"What was is lost,
from death comes life."

We're in.
I've got a trace on the phone.

Now we just need her
to make a call.

All revolutions have a price.

And what is yours?

What's my price?

Name something
ridiculously high.

She'll have to call her boss
to get approval, and her boss

is who we're after.

That's the price you pay
for the best.

You know what?
I can handle this.

No need to bother the boss.

No-no-no-no-no.
What is she doing?

You can't handle it.

Call your bloody boss.

You're hired. But we need
to see a demonstration.

Jerry, listen to me.So,

if you'll please come with us.

Do what she says.

If you refuse,
they're going to kill you.

♪

What are you doing here?

Who are you?State Department.

We didn't know you guys
were here already.

I'm sorry.

I'm Dr. Viskoff.
We're the local CBRN WHO team.

This area is off-limits
at the moment.

You must evacuate
immediately.

This isn't a hazmat team.

♪

Mac?

Mac, Mac. Wake up.
Wake up, please!

Please.

Hey.

Just once I want to come
to Europe as a tourist.

What do you think
was in that trunk?I don't know.

But what we do know is
what was making people sick.

So we need to get
to the hospital.

Maybe there's still hope.

Anyone taking down
that sort of fee,

wearing that
fine a suit,

is not trawling for
work on the dark web.

Who are you, really?

I look too high class? Wow.
That's a new one.

Look, I could threaten to start

chopping off fingers,
but then

we'd waste valuable time
while you decide

whether or not
I mean it.

So let's grab a thumb
as a conversation starter.

Hello.

It's about time.TAYLOR: Right.

Let's scamper before
their reinforcements arrive.

This way, chaps.

But Mac and Desi,
they're both okay?

Headaches. We know
their exposure was limited,

so no permanent effects.CAIN: Webber!

Quit slacking off,
get in here. We got work to do.

I need a sitrep on my people.

Oh, good.
You brought the hacker girl.

We're gonna need her.

Hacker woman.

I like her.
She can stay.

Ian, what are you doing?

I'm buying a horse.

What do you think
I'm doing? I'm helping.

You almost died.Aw, Matty...

you know I got
to do this.

You know I got to
get back out there.

Is there anything I can say
that will stop you?

I think you know
the answer to that.

Oh. You're up.

Great work out there, you two.

Now we need to figure out
who these people are,

and what they took.
Riley,

any luck with an I.D.?

They avoided CCTV.
But there's one thing

no one can avoid.

Selfies.

The building's
located near two

major tourist sites that appear
in a lot of social media posts.

Searching through
the background,

I was able to filter out
one of the fake hazmat members.

Stumbled upon
this pretty princess.

Yep. That's
the leader.

Jakob Nemec?

Wow, there's a name
from the past.

He's part of an
ultranationalist

terror group. They
call themselves

"Fatherland."

These racist asshats have been
terrorizing the Balkans

for over a decade.

But what do they want?

You said everything
at the station of value

was either removed, shredded
or destroyed.

Yeah, it was all just
failed Cold War research.

Research?
What kind of research?

Specifically, anything
to do with sonic weapons?

We've seen you
in a hospital gown.

I think trust issues
are out the window.

You got to remember, this was
at the end of the Cold War.

The Soviet government couldn't
pay for their people anymore,

including
their weapons designers.

Scientists just left the lab
with half-finished

doomsday devices scattered
all over Eastern Europe.

That was my job, to gather it up
and lock it into basements.

But it was
all harmless research.

But...?

Operation Harpy.

It's a...

...a directed energy weapon.

A massive one.
A city killer.

The Russians never got past
the planning stage,

but Nemec,
he's a defense lackey,

he would've known about it.

Fatherland is going
to revive that weapon.

They built a low-fi version
of it,

used it to clear out the embassy

so they could
sneak in undetected

and take the research
for the big one.

Except it didn't feel
low-fi at all.

I felt like a piece
of microwave popcorn.

Do you have any idea how
we could track these guys?

Well, sonic weapons, they-they
always leak a signature sound,

but it's too high
for humans to hear.

I can track that frequency,
triangulate the signal,

and find their location.

With what?

Um... I'll figure that out.Well, what are you

waiting on?
We ain't getting any younger.

All right.
Okay, Desi, a little help.

Uh, okay, I'm fine with you

getting out of bed,
but you cannot leave.

I'm just gonna go
up to the roof.

I want to see if it's
a good place for a signal.

If we get a bead
on these guys,

I'm gonna contact my friend,
the chief of police,

and see if he'll set up
a roadblock for us.

Dare I ask how you know
the Ljubljana chief of police?

He's KGB. We tried to kill
each other in '89.

It's a great story.

You two, map the frequency
with Riley.

Thanks.

He got my name right.

So I just need-- oh.

I-I'm sorry.

I... I just need this.

Sorry.

Congratulations.

Ooh, I need the-- that thing.Oh.

All right, everyone spread out.

The further apart,
the more accurate the reading.

Good news. We got 'em.

Bad news is they're moving.

Where?RILEY: North of the river.

But we gotta get closer
to be more accurate.

We have to follow
them by ground.

I can rig this thing
to be portable.CAIN: You better hustle.

They get out of our range,
they're gonna be gone for good.

The next time we see them,
it's gonna be because

they're making headlines.

Copy that.

Mac, where are you?We're closing in on them

using my homemade device.

Okay.

You know, I don't think
they can turn this thing off.

It probably takes too much time

to power cycle back on.

That's why they want
the prototype.

Soviet scientists
must have fixed that.

I don't know.

It seems like their weapon
kicked our ass pretty well.

Left.

Military research--

even old military research--

it's better than starting
from scratch.

That's why the U.S. still
keeps those atomic secrets

from the 1940s classified.

They know that anybody can build
a dirty nuclear bomb.

Well, not anybody.

Yeah, pretty much.
Anybody.

It's like falling off a bike.

Got him.Sending you our location now.

Swerve!

Actually, I think it's okay.

The beam is too narrow.
They can't hit us.

What are they doing?

The engine. The engine's--
that's a bigger target.

What can it do?

It, uh, can cavitate the fluids

of the radiator coolant,

and change the density
and the heat resistance.

This is new.I know, it's okay, it's okay.

Cain set up a police blockade.

Just turn in here.

I can't believe they got away.

Or not.

My guy tells me
they haven't reached

the police roadblock yet.

Yeah, it's 'cause we caught
their attention.

Ever play a guitar
too close to a speaker?

You know what happens:
feedback.

So what happens when you fire
a sonic weapon

inside a concrete room
that you've turned into

one giant speaker?

And the sound that was only
supposed to be heard

over a few square meters
fills an entire floor.

Okay, get ready.

This is gonna hurt, isn't it?

Yeah.

Is that the police?

What?

What?

♪ In the twilight

♪ Thoughts keep crashing
into you... ♪

Is that...

Cappuccino, extra foam.

You're getting out
in a couple of days.

What are you gonna do?

Take care of myself.

Relax, eat my vegetables.

Liar.

Congratulations.

All your people are
going home safe.

Thanks to you and your interns.

You know, you did a really
good job on them.

But I think I spotted
some tricks

that I taught you
back in the day.

I learned from the best.

♪ Lifting the veil...

You have any regrets about
staying in the spy business?

Every time one comes up,
I think about

all the people who depend on me.

What about you?

Ever plan to retire?

Nah, I can't leave.

There's a whole new bunch of
Mattys out there running around

I gotta train.We both know

that I'm an original.

Settle down, Webber.

♪ And you're weary...

Are you sure you want
to take the bus?

Yeah. Trains and planes
are for amateurs.

Too easily tracked.
Bus is the way to go.

Thanks for opening my eyes
about the moon landing.
Yeah.

Thanks for letting me help.

You know, normally,

it's every conspiracy
theorist's dream

to be right about something.

Just wish I was wrong
about Codex.

We didn't get to trace
the call back to the boss.

We need a plan B.

Or do you?

As a token of my
appreciation...

I took this off the recruiter
during the fight.

I don't know what's on it,
but I figure once you crack

Codex's encryption, it might
take you where you want to go.

♪ Become diamonds in the rough

Thank you.

I've never seen him do that.

Thank you.

♪ Pull me against my will...

Well, that's me.

♪ Close your eyes...

You know, Jerry...

we could use you
at the Phoenix Foundation.

Ah, I'm honored, but, uh,

I think I'm gonna try working
alone now for a while.

You know, as Elvis Presley
once said,

"You gotta follow that dream
wherever that dream may lead."

So, uh, I'll see you
on the flip side,

and God bless The King.

♪ Close your eyes

♪ Close
your eyes ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm always...

Cheerio!

♪ Close your eyes

♪ Close your eyes

♪ Can you feel me?

What are you still doing here?

We have a debrief
in the morning.

Go home.This is my home.

♪ Close your eyes...

This is the good stuff.
Really good stuff, isn't it?

When this was made,
18 years ago...

I didn't know there was
such a thing as Codex.

Sometimes I wish
I could go back.

Taylor, what's going on?

Well, we already knew
Codex was reaching out

to the old cells,
seeing who wanted to

get the gang back together.

Right. And the only real threat
was the nerve agent,

but we dealt with that.

Yes. And thanks to
their comms encryptions,

which, unfortunately,
they've already changed,

I've been able to map out

exactly who they've
been reaching out to.

All the old cells.

The fanatics.

The sleepers in government,
law enforcement.

The military.

They called everyone.

They sent out
a worldwide wake-up call.

We'll be facing enemies
we'll never see coming.

We can't trust anyone.

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