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*

MacGYVER:
Dating is weird.

I mean, my grandfather
used to tell me stories

about diners and drive-ins.

Now, it's movies at cemeteries
and escaping locked rooms.

What's romantic about that?

Oh, hey. Don't forget to, uh,

check the corners
and around the doorframes,

because the last
escape room I did,

they hid the final clue

in a corner
behind a bookshelf

and I almost
ran out of time--

ruined my perfect record.

That's not gonna happen again.

You have to...
think outside the box.

MacGYVER:
Think outside the box?

I might be able to do that.

You know what?

I think there's a
symbol over here,

but I can't read it
without a black light.

Yeah, okay, that means that
we have to find a black light

somewhere in this room.

Oh.

You know, it'd probably be
faster if we just built one.

Right.

MacGYVER: Black lights
aren't actually black.

They're just coated
with a special filter

that removes
most of the visible spectrum,

allowing only ultraviolet light
to pass through.

And they're easy to make

using a smartphone's LED
and the magnetic disk

from an old 3.5 floppy
as the filter.

CINDY:
What are you doing?

Take a look.

Oh, wow, you built
a black light?

How did you do that?

I watch a lot of YouTube videos.

Okay, well that's,
um, a tarot card.

The Fool.

Lovers.

Great. We just need one
more to get out of here.

MacGYVER:
And then it hits me.

Here I am in a locked room

with a beautiful,
intelligent woman

and I'm trying to get out?

What am I, crazy?

Um, you're gonna
ruin my perfect record.

: I'm sorry,
do you want me to stop?

Well, I, um...

I think records
were made to be broken.

*

*

* Pop that thang

* Pop that thang... *

Mac, what are you doing here?

You're early.

Yeah, I got called
back in for work

and I came to pick
up a few things.

What is all this?

I thought you might
bring Cindy back here.

So I wanted to set
the mood a bit.

I even whipped up a little
five-star seduction luncheon

to step up your romance game.

I appreciate the help, but...

my game is fine.

Dude.

Your have no game, all right?

Trust me, you need my help.

What are you even doing here?
I thought you had a shift.

I did, but then
my boss called

and she offered me a promotion:

manager. Mm-hmm.

More money, better benefits,
the whole Pokédex.

That's amazing!
Congratulations.

So I quit.

You're just gonna have to
step me through this one.

I just started thinking.

All right, let's say
I become a manager.

Then what? They promote me
to regional manager?

Then after that, VP?

And job security
is a bad thing?

It's not, all right, but now
we're not talking a job,

we're talking a career.

And that was
never the plan.

I got to chase my dream.

If I want to
be a filmmaker,

then making films
has to be my focus.

So I'm taking a leap of faith.

It's a pretty big leap.

You sure you're ready?

I don't want to look back
at my life and have regrets.

Making movies is all
I've ever wanted to do.

You know, I just don't
want to feel like

I wasn't being honest
about who I really am.

I have to take this shot.

Oh, a brother's still
good for the rent,

if that's what
you're worried about.

Bozer, I'm not worried
about the rent.

I'm actually
really impressed.

Chase your dream.

I'm proud of you.

Hey, guys.
Hey.

Duck a l'Orange.
From Bozer. Long story.

Dang, that smells amazing.

Did he send a fork, too?

Oh.
There it is.

You okay?

Your face is frozen
in a creepy smile.

How was it?

How was what?
You know what.

RILEY:
The date.

How do you know?

Are you kidding?

Everyone knows.

We just want details,
that's all.

That's unfortunate for you,
'cause it is none of

your business.

Sorry to interrupt
your date, Mac,

but we have a situation.

Is there anyone
in this whole building

that didn't know
I was on a date?

JACK: No, I think
everyone got the memo.

Great.

Guys, as fun
as this is,

we are on a clock.

2008, a Mossad operative
was murdered in Madrid.

2010, a human rights lawyer
in Dubai.

2012, a CIA informant
in Tokyo.

All of these high profile
assassinations

were carried out
by the same man.

This man.

Unidentified hit man

known only by his
CIA file number:

Suspect 218.

According to Langley,

he likes to contact his targets
right before he kills them.

A hit man who texts
his victims first?

RILEY: "Why is a raven
like a writing desk?"

What does that even mean?

Lewis Carroll.

Famous riddle with
no real solution.

That's just him
taunting his victims.

That's all it is.

The CIA received intel

that S-218 was hired for a job
here in the States.

But their investigation
hit a wall,

so they reached out to us.

Any idea who hired him?
No.

And we don't know
who the target is, either.

Sounds like
we don't know anything.

Actually,
we know one thing.

Him.

MacGYVER:
Rajan Patel.

An Indian diplomat?

Patel landed at LAX

15 minutes ago. CIA says

he's using
his diplomatic pouch,

which can't
legally be searched,

to smuggle in a dossier

on S-218's next target.

So to avoid tipping off
his next victim,

S-218 wants the dossier
hand delivered.

If the CIA is
tracking him,

why aren't they
moving on him?

My contact suspects he has moles
inside the agency.

So he wants Phoenix
to tail Patel to his next meet,

and catch S

This is the biggest lead

we've ever had
on this guy.

And it might be our last chance
to stop him.

* Here we go

*

* Whoo

* Ow

*

* I can't wait to rev you up

* Faster than you
can say Ferrari *

* Tearing up the gravel

* Watch you unravel

* Now it's a party, hey

* I can't wait
to cast my spell *

* Which one
you'll never tell... *

Hey, remind me again
why people get all dressed up

just to stand around in a room
and stare at each other?

RILEY:
Hey, hey,

you're not allowed to complain

until you're stuck
in high heels.

Well, I'll trade you.
I could use those in a fight.

I don't fight fair. Although,

I don't see
the tactical advantage to me

having this noose
around my neck right now.

RILEY:
Oh yeah?

I can see one.

:
That's funny.

* Hey yo, hey yo

* We smokin' them all...

Man, my nephew can finger-paint
better than this.

I think it's a Chardin.

Yeah?

Well, it looks more like
a piece of Chardin, to me.

* I can't wait to blaze
for real *

* Track burns
like a road rail... *

Hey guys, heads up.

Our target has arrived.

MacGYVER: He must have the pouch
on him somewhere,

but I can't see it.
THORNTON: Keep an eye on

everyone he's talking to.

One of them is our hit man.

He's on the move.

I got him.

I lost visual.

I see him,

but he's no longer
wearing the jacket.

Which is probably where
he kept that pouch of goodies.

THORNTON:
Where did he leave it?

Anyone have eyes on it?

I see the jacket.

It's on someone else,
right by the east wall.

JACK:
That's got to be our guy.

We missed the drop.

He's rabbiting. Let's go!

What are you doing?

Just get him!

Jack, don't touch the rail!

Where is he?
I don't know, man.

I came down here
and he was gone.

Hang on, wait!
He dropped something.

Well, I just found out
who the target is.

You.

MacGYVER:
The diplomat give you anything?

Oh, he didn't want to,
but then Patti

threatened his
diplomatic immunity.

He sang
like a canary.

A canary that knows
next to nothing.

Says he was
hired anonymously.

The diplomatic pouch--
shipped to him, already sealed.

His instructions were

to put the pouch
in his jacket

and leave it on a
bench at the party.

Yeah, he didn't know squat,
he was kind of a dead end.

It doesn't matter.

I already know
who ordered the hit.

Who?

It was Nikki.

What makes you say that?

I knew as soon
as I saw this picture.

She took it in Ojai
at a vineyard about a year ago.

She had the only copy.

Look, we've chased her
halfway around the world.

Maybe she's just
tired of running.

Yeah, but why send
S-218 a photo

you'd know came from her?

Seems kind of sloppy, right?

I guess she didn't mind if
I found out she ordered the hit.

Jack, you'll start
running down leads.

Riley, you'll be
with me.

We'll get word out

to every law-enforcement agency
in the city.

This is an all-hands
situation.

So what am I doing?

You'll be staying
right there.

Forget it.
I'm the best bait you have

to draw this guy out
into the open.

No, no, man,
I agree with her.

Whether it's deep-sea fishing
or hit man hunting,

you don't throw your friends
out there as bait.

You know that.

Mac, you can't help anyone
if you're dead.

So I'm under house arrest?

I prefer to call it
protective custody.

I don't even get
a chair to sit in?

No, because you
would figure out

how to turn that chair
into a cannon, or a...

Come on, I'd need propellant
to make a cannon.

See? You're already
thinking about it.

Look, Mac, you and I both know
what you're capable of,

so I've had
everything removed,

down to the last
paper clip.

Now, if you don't mind.

You can't be serious.

Am I ever not?

You don't really think
this'll keep me here, do you?

I was hoping a direct
order from your boss

would be enough
to keep you here,

but just in case...
magnetic locks.

No one's getting in, and
you're not getting out.

MacGYVER: So once again
I find myself locked in a room.

But this time
it isn't a game.

This time, lives are at stake,
and not just mine.

No windows, no air vents,
and no way out

other than a heavily
reinforced door.

And the magnetic lock
keeping it shut

is designed to withstand
a battering ram.

Thornton was right--
this room is secure.

But she was also wrong,

because they didn't
remove everything.

As a kid, I was taught
never to stick anything metal

in an outlet,
and that's very good advice.

But they didn't say anything

about pulling out
the outlet entirely

and sticking something metal
into the empty space behind it

so you could get
to the electrical wiring

hidden in the wall of the room
you're locked inside.

Flat-ribbon cable
is a convenient way

to bundle a bunch of wires

that are all going
to the same component.

Say a security keypad

that unlocks
a magnetically sealed door.

Now, ordinarily,

a five-digit code would take
forever to crack.

It has 100,000 possible
combinations.

But if you work here
and you already know the code,

then it's just a matter
of punching it in.

What took you so long?

I thought you were out
chasing leads.

No. No, I watch your back.

That's my job, remember?
We talked about this.

I'm not gonna be
stuck in a room

while the killer that Nikki
hired is out on the loose.

Relax. I'm not here
to stop you.

I'm here to drive you.

Where we going?

Thornton's gonna be pissed.
Who, Patti?

Nah, she'll get over it.

What is it?

It's a text
from a blocked number.

"Where seldom is heard
a discouraging word."

What the hell's
that supposed to mean?

Well, it's a lyric,
from "Home on the Range."

Yeah, I know, I love the track,
but what does it mean?

He's telling me where he is.

Can I help you?

MAN: Hey, there. I'm a friend
of MacGyver's, from work.

Is he home?

BOZER : That's right,
you've reached the man...

Come on, Bozer,
pick up the phone!

S-218: It's great to finally
meet you, Wilt.

I've heard so much about you
at the office from MacGyver.

Call me Bozer.
Everyone does.

So, uh, how long have you
and Mac been working together?

Whew, a few months now.

So I guess you knew Nikki.

I did.

I still can't get over
the accident.
Yeah.

It's tragic, what happened.
Yeah.

My boy hasn't been the same
since it happened.

What, exactly,
do you do at the think tank?

Human resources.

So you hire people.

No, I'm more
of a hatchet man.

Uh, I'll be right back.
Make yourself at home.

JACK:
I'm sure he's fine.

You know how Bozer is,
he probably just

forgot his phone somewhere.

He'd forget to put on his pants
before he'd forget his phone.

That's my land line.

Bozer, tell me you're okay.

BOZER: I don't know. One of your
friends from work is here.

I'm getting a real
"I've got candy in my van"

kind of vibe.

Boze, that's not my friend.
You need to--

:
Put the phone down, Wilt.

Do I look like a man
who asks twice?

MacGYVER :
Bozer. Bozer?

Bozer!

That's good.

Now, that is really good.

George Washington, right?

BOZER: Yeah.

Where'd you find it?

I made it.

You really found
your calling, man.

I know some people who could
put your skills to good use

if you're ever looking
for a job or, well,

you know...
if you aren't dead.

Look, man, I don't know
what's going on

between you and Mac
at the office,

but I'd really like
to stay out of it.

Wow.

I thought all that talk
about Nikki and the think tank

was just you being careful.

Now I realize
you have no idea

what's going on, do you?

The file said that you two
were best friends,

that you were part
of his cover, but...

you have no idea
who MacGyver really is.

Do you?

What are you talking about?

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

Sounds like roomie's home.

Stay!

Where is he?

Get down!

Mac, what the hell
is going on?!

And who is this guy wearing
my George Washington mask?!

Look, Bozer, I'm gonna
get you through this.

You just need
to stay calm.

This feels so un-American.
What up, Boze?

Why do you have a gun?!
Why does he have a gun?!

Please tell me
you got a gun, too!

Uh, I never use 'em.

Jack, I'm gonna hang with you
until this is over.

Which may be sooner
than you think,

'cause, Mac, I'm running
out of ammo here.

BOZER:
Oh! Uh! Oh!

Why the hell you grabbing
wine bottles?

I need you to open these

and pour out about
a third each.

MacGYVER:
When I was a kid,

I used to play
with bottle rockets.

High-pressure water would
shoot out of the rocket

and send it soaring
into the sky.

But I've never tried it
with wine bottles before.

You might want to start
worrying,

'cause I think Nikki's guy
is loaded for bear,

and I got less than
half a mag left here.

Wait, Nikki?
Your Nikki?

Yeah.
But Nikki's dead.

Nikki's alive?
BOTH: Yes!

She knows this psycho?
That's right.

We think she hired him.

MacGYVER:
30 seconds.

We ain't got 30 seconds!

I'm out of ammo.

What the hell
are you doing?

Oh. We're dead.

Get down, fool!

Have some faith.

You see him?

JACK:
No, man, he's gone.

You okay?

No.

I'm not okay.

Who the hell are you?

*

MacGYVER:
You're wasting your time.

He was wearing gloves.

Could you trace this
for me, please?

Mac.

I'm glad you're alive.
Sorry I broke your door.

Where's Bozer?
JACK:
I don't know,

I think he's in the back.

*

Hey.

You all right?

You don't work for
a think tank, either,

do you?

I wanted to tell you,

but they would've sent me
back to prison.

So, you lied to me, too.

And Mac's been lying to me
for years.

He's supposed to be
my best friend.

He was trying to protect you.
Yeah?

Go have a look at the
living room. Tell me
how that worked out.

I almost died because
he didn't trust me enough

to tell me the truth.

If I'm gonna be killed,

I'd like to at least know why.

I know this is a lot to take in.

But Mac's still Mac.

The only thing that's changed

is now you know
what he really does.

Hey, don't act
like this is simple.

It isn't simple.

It's...

The truth.
Yeah?

How do I know that?

You've all been lying to me.
Why should I believe you now?

Well, maybe you shouldn't.

But we could use
your help right now.

That guy you met?

He's dangerous.

And you're the only one
who saw his face.

You look stunning, by the way.

BOZER:
No, man, that's still not it.

RILEY: Tracing his text messages
was a bust.

He's using an anonymous
SMS account.

Yo. I said an aquiline nose.

Aquiline.

No.

No.

No.

Hell no... You know what, man?
Just... here.

Look. Look at this.

Look.

Make it look like...

this.

Damn.
Nice work, Bozer.

And it just might be good
enough for facial recognition.

BOZER:
That's him.

JACK: You sure?
That's him.

That's the guy.

You know, you never
really forget

the first guy
who tries to kill you.

Jack...
I'm just saying.

It's all right, Jack,
or whatever your real name is.

I don't think I can get any more
freaked out than I already am.

RILEY: Whoa. Plot twist. He
doesn't just have one identity,

he has eight.

And counting.

I bet every one of these
identities lines up

with a job he pulled,
which means

we finally have a lead
on the guy, so...

thank you, Bozer.

RILEY:
Looks like one of S-218's

old aliases rented a car
at LAX three days ago.

JACK:
All rental car companies

these days have LoJack--
can you track that?

Yeah. I'm on it.

MacGYVER:
Nice work.

Junkyard in Sun Valley.
Let's go.

Mac.

We got it.

He's after me.

Me. I'm not gonna let you
put me in some room

while everyone I care about
is in danger.

Can you just give us a second?

I can't believe you're actually
about to side with her...

No, listen to me for a second.
Now, listen.

I've been watching your back
for years-- for years--

tangled with some real badasses
that were trying to kill you.

But this guy is...

is different.

He's really good. Beyond badass.

Maybe better than me.

So, I'm just gonna have to leave
you behind on this one, okay?

Well, yeah. If he's that good,
I need to be with you,

not stuck in a...
:
Hey. Hey!

I'm not argue with you
about this, all right?

I cannot do my thing
if I'm worried about

losing you every minute.

But the last thing I need
is your death on my conscience.

That'd kill me.

Don't do that to me.

You know, sometimes
the best way

to watch your back
is to have your back

somewhere else entirely.

You understand?

*

That's his car up there.

Yeah. That means
he could be close.

Keep an eye out now,

be careful.

Hey, man,
you talking to me yet?

I've always talked to you, Mac.

Always told you everything.

I'm just sorry you didn't feel
you could do the same.

It was just protocol.

Protocol?

Protocol?

A man showed up
at my house with a gun.

Told me he was gonna
kill my best friend.

And you're gonna talk
to me about protocol?

And then this man who
wants to kill you--

he tells me that
I don't know you at all.

Boze...
That everything
you've ever told me

was a lie.

You know the worst part?

I know this lunatic killer
was telling the truth,

while my "best friend" lied.

Boze. You do know me.

The real me. Better than anyone.

The me before the army,
before this job.

The kid who had nowhere to go
and nobody to turn to

after my dad left.

You know who I am because
you helped make me who I am.

*

JACK: Here, Riley.
I got a phone in here.

Do your thing.

There's a diplomatic pouch
in here.

RILEY:
That phone is ringing.

S-218:
You know, it's so nice

to be dealing
with a government agency

that's semi-competent. Now...

everyone with a gun, place them
on the ground, step away.

Yeah. That's not gonna happen.

Oh. Well,

I beg to differ.

Have you ever heard of

remote sniper rifles?

Free-hanging barrels,
quick strike firing pins,

laser range finders to account
for target speed.

Any one of these babies

can put a bullet through
your spinal column

before you can blink.

Fun times, right?

And when you've got three
of these beauties,

all programmed
through a simple remote...

that's what I call a good time.

So, why don't you all play nice

and drop your little guns.

Good call.
Although it does appear that

one of the members of your party
isn't present,

and I just can't seat you
until everybody's here.

MacGyver?

I can only assume
that you're listening in.

I got to tell you, Mac.

I thought this was just gonna be
another simple job.

But you have made things
so damned...

interesting.

I mean, electrifying
the handrails?

The wine bottle rockets?

I mean...

...who does that?

You know, I have been turning
people into fertilizer

for a long time,

and it's hard for me to get
excited about my job anymore.

But it would be a huge honor

to be the one

who finally puts you
in the ground, Mac.

A huge honor.

So big, in fact,
that I am willing to trade

all of the other contracts
for that chance.

What other contracts?

Come on. You did not honestly
think that I traveled

all this way
for just one hit, did you?

Hey, Jack. Why don't you take
a look in that pouch for me,

will you, buddy?

See, I was hired to take out all
four of you.

But in all honestly, I just
haven't needed the money

for years.

I just take these jobs
to keep from being bored.

So, I'm gonna make you a deal.

MacGyver meets me here.

South entrance of the junkyard.

And I'm gonna let
the rest of you live.

Don't take the bait, Mac.
He's playing games.

Now, Jack.

Don't be rude.

I'm a man of my word.

So, believe me,

when I say that if I don't see

MacGyver's smiling little face
here in the next 15 minutes,

these remote sniper rifles
are going

to start to bang, bang.

What do you say, MacGyver?

Do you want to come out
and play?

*

JACK:
No, no, no.

What the hell is he doing?

*

Okay.

I'm here.

S-218:
And with four minutes to spare.

You'll have to tell me

your secret to navigating
L.A. traffic.

Weapons.

Let me see them.

I don't have any.

I got to say,

this has been a real pleasure.

I don't remember a mark
ever being this much fun.

Although

these three really are a hoot.

We had a deal.

I'm here, now let them go.

MacGyver, don't tell me
you didn't read the fine print.

I don't let them go
when you get here,

I let them go when you're dead.

Don't!

You're as advertised, MacGyver.

You're smart.

Resourceful.

Little too trusting.

I can see now how Nikki was
able to fool you for so long.

You know, I should kill
your friends now.

But honestly...

I'm curious what
you're gonna do next.

That's pretty neat, huh?

You know, my job usually
involves sneaking around

in the shadows, so

it's nice when I get to

finally pull out the big guns.

But you know what's
not fun, MacGyver?!

You going back on your word.

I'm sure your friends
don't appreciate that.

Isn't that right, Patricia?

Patti!
Jack, don't move.

Oh, I'm gonna kill you!

You son of a bitch!

You hear me?
You're a dead man!

S-218:
Don't worry, MacGyver.

That's a clean shot.

Little through and
through to the shoulder.

See, this shot
Patricia recovers from.

The next one?

Not so much.

MacGYVER:
Those remote control
kill machines

are incredibly high-tech,

but what he's using to send
them commands is basically

just a souped-up
radio transmitter.

And the problem with radios is,

if someone else is broadcasting

with more power,
your signal will get lost

in the noise.

That's just cheating.

Are you okay?

Huh?
Talk to me.

I'll live.

I want you to go find Mac.

And I want you
to get that lunatic.

You got it.

I'm outgunned,
but I'll do the best I can.

RILEY:
Wait, Jack.

I might be able
to help with that.

All right, let's go.

S-218:
All right, fine.

Deal's off.

Guess I'll kill
all of your friends after all.

Riley's easy.

And Patricia's just
cleanup at this point.

Jack, well...

I always like
killing Langley's best.

But let's be honest, MacGyver.

There is nobody quite like you.

I have to say, MacGyver.

This is the most exciting Friday
I've had in years.

You might want to
check your monitor.

Hey.

Still having a fun day?

JACK:
Surprise, surprise,
hatchet face.

You know, it turns out, remote
sniper rifles can be hacked

if you've got
a Riley on your squad.

Put the gun down.

It's over.

Come on, MacGyver.

All the fun we've had,
and you don't want to see me

get blown away?

MacGYVER: You know, I don't
expect someone like you

to understand this, but I
don't want anyone to die today.

JACK:
On your knees.

S-218:
You know,

no one's ever caught me before.

:
Hell,

no one's ever
survived me before.

So impressed with you,
Angus MacGyver.

MacGYVER:
You know,

I still don't know your name.

When you've been in
the business as long as I have,

you collect a lot of names.

Guess if I had to pick one,

I've always been partial

to Murdoc.

I do hope we get to see
each other again soon.

*

Look, Bozer, I'm sorry.

And I should've said
that right away.

When I found out
the truth about Nikki,

I felt... lost.

I felt betrayed.

I went over every
moment we'd spent together,

trying to figure out
when the lying started.

If any of it was even real.

And what she did to me...

I did the same thing to you.

I'm so sorry.

I'm just glad you're alive.

MacGYVER: Bozer was right.

What I did to him wasn't fair.

I wasn't honest.

And because of that,
his life after today

will never be the same.

I don't know if
he'll ever trust me again.

That's something I'm gonna
have to earn back.

I guess it's true
what they say,

sometimes you hurt
the ones you...

Nikki?

Hey, Mac.

It's good to see your face.

Can I get something for you?

NIKKI:
Oh, no, I'm fine, thanks.

But he'll have another coffee.

Two sugars.

All right.

Be right back.

You just gonna
shoot me right here?

With all these
people as witnesses?

How do you know they're all here
for the peach cobbler?

Despite what you may think,

I don't want you dead.

I'm just gonna trust
the other gun-toting psychopath

on this one.

I think you might know him

'cause you hired him
to kill all my friends.

Mac, you know I could
never do that to you.

Put that gun away if you
really don't want me dead.

If I have to use it, I will.

But that's not why I'm here.

Mac,

do you still have the key
I sent you in Lisbon?

Good.

You'll need it soon.

When the time comes,
I promise you,

it'll answer every question
you have.

The only question I have

is why?

Mac.

Come on.

That can't be the only question.

Did you ever ask yourself
what happened to Burkoff?

You know what happened.

Burkoff was killed in exfil.

His chopper was
shot down in Syria.

And who told you that?

Thornton?

Always the boy scout, Mac.

Everything is
black and white to you.

You never even stop to wonder
if you're on the right side.

Says the fugitive pointing
a gun at a government agent.

Look,

believe it or not,
I'm not here to hurt you

or defend what I did.

I'm here to warn you.

Murdoc failed,
but the next person they send

might not.

You, Jack, my replacement.

Bozer.

You'll never be safe.

I just...

I had to let you know.

Let me return the favor.

You recognize this?

You know I do.

Stay away from my family
and I'll stay away from yours.

This isn't you, Mac.

Maybe not.

But it was you who taught me
that we all have other sides.

So I suggest

you go back to the
people you work for

and convince them to stand down.

(money rustles
and lands on table)

I'll see you around.

*

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