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I repeat, remain calm.

Once you have secured
your life jacket,

follow the red arrows
on the hallway floors

to level three,

where a crew member in
an orange vest will assist you

with entering the appropriate...

Guys, I have a cramp.

Boze, keeping our limbs
planted in these positions

could save thousands of lives.

Just suck it up, all right?

I got it, I got it.

Left foot, blue.

Good work.

I'm going down, guys.

No, no...

Oh!

Pressure on the watertight bulkheads

from the decks above
is-is mounting.

We need
a more permanent solution.

We're gonna make putty.

Welcome to Hydrolysis 101.

From the Ancient Greek "hydro," meaning "water,"

and "lysis,"
meaning "to unbind."

To use this process
to make putty,

get some olive oil, sand,

epoxy resin and shampoo.

This will cause a reaction in which water molecules rupture

chemical bonds to form new,
longer chains strong enough

to hold back water
until help arrives.

My man Mac does it again.

Never underestimate
the power of putty.

Ah!

It's not working.
Why isn't it working?

I don't know.

Why didn't the putty work?

The cruise liner sank
after sustaining attacks

by Somali pirates
in the Indian Ocean.

Fortunately, all 3,000
souls on board survived...

It should have worked.
Why didn't it work?

I ruled out decomposition
of the catalyst.

Uh-huh. Hey, uh,
where can I put these?

Uh, the, uh,
bottom left cabinet.

The only other
plausible explanation is...

I miscalculated
Gibbs free energy.

There's no space
-in here, either.
-But if that were the case,

I would've felt heat
from an exothermic reaction,

-which I didn't.
-Okay, Mac, please.

Enough.

You're obsessing. It turns out,

-you're only human.
-Yes, I know.

But those people's lives
were in my hands.

Yeah, and
they're all okay.

Meanwhile, when you asked me
to move in, I actually thought

you might take some time
to help make space for me.

I'm sorry.

But did I not agree to move the
polar bear for your coatrack?

Lucky me. You spent all of
30 seconds thinking about

this massive step
in our relationship

instead of playing
with Play-Doh.

Matty.
Matty.

Move.

You move.

Dibs on first shower.

-Whoa!
-You seriously do that
every morning?

I-I have thick hair.

Ow!
Ow!

Mac.
Ow...

Sorry we're late.

-His fault.
-It was her fault.

Yes. Delighted to see

that cohabitation
is going so well.

Just peachy.

Right, well,
the rest of the chaps

had to get on
with pressing matters.

However, you two were called
in because yesterday,

this vehicle was listed
for sale in Umbria, Italy.

"Vehicle" is being generous.

Yes, it may not look like
much, but this is what

automotive enthusiasts
refer to as a...

"Barn find."

Old, rusted cars found abandoned
in people's garages.

The seller has no idea
that buried beneath

all that rust and grime
is a legendary

1967 Bizzarrini 5300 GT Strada.

A car with lines so exquisite

its body had to be
forged by hand.

Listed at...

...500 euros.

one million.

So you're sending us
to get you a new toy

for your collection?

Meet Franco Scuro.

Number five in Interpol's
most wanted.

Once the head
of the Cornacchia crime family,

he was last seen in 2006 fleeing
from a shootout with police

driving a car of the same year,
make and model.

You think this
is Scuro's old car.

Well, it's the only lead
that's surfaced

since he vanished 15 years ago.

And in that time,
the Cornacchia crime family

had become the suppliers

of mass-casualty weapons
to extremist groups

across Western Europe.

The bombing in London last year.

And Paris.

And Belgium.

All made possible
by Scuro's people.

I need you to go and confirm

that the vehicle is his
and follow any clues.

If this man is still breathing,

we must find him
and interrogate him.

Find Scuro, stop the
weapons, stop the violence.

But if Desi and I are the
only ones going to Italy,

what's everyone else doing?

Bozer, any updates?

Since the last time you asked?

Larry beat his personal best
in the maze,

uh, Curly pooped at 0800 hours,
and-- oh, yeah--

Moe started shooting laser beams
from his whiskers.

You know, Bozer,
just because I'm off-site

doesn't mean I can't hurt you.

I'm sorry, Matty,

but it's been days
since we injected these rats

with nano-trackers
from Mac and Riley's blood

and nothing's happening.

The second that changes...

Riley, what about you?
Any action?

Well, at least
Bozer's subjects are cute,

but the webcam feed
on this nanotech broker

is ten kinds of boring.

Well, he's our only lead.

And in the wrong hands,
this technology

can turn the world upside down.

So the instant either of you
have any leads

about who's developing this
or what's going on...

We'll call you.

It's truly terrifying
she can pop in like that

whenever she wants.

Well, we're definitely
interested.

The barn is pretty dry so it's
mostly just surface rust.

And her shut lines are tight.

You two sure I cannot
offer you caffè?

Oh, no, thank you.

May I?

I'll double the asking price.

1,000 euro.

We'll make it 2,000.

10,000 euro.

She's all yours.

Wonderful.

That was so exciting, eh?

Dino.

Did you see that?

Big baldy positioned himself
in my blind spot.

Yeah, and the other guy looked
right at the bullet hole,

like he expected it to be there.

Which means they know
about the crime boss.

What's our play?

Okay, we're gonna
use the rental car

and a DIY tow rig
to pull this thing out of here.

Can you get Carla
to a safe place?

Yeah.

Carla.

Actually, I would love that
espresso if you don't mind.

Prego.

Hey!

What are you doing?

Come on, Mac...

Have you ever stopped
to think about what an airbag

must accomplish to do its job?

Your car swerves off the road
and hits a tree.

A device senses the collision,

triggering a controlled explosion

which then inflates a bag
that catches your head,

all while your car
is still crashing.

Which should mean that these two airbags also pack enough punch

to lift the front end
of our Bizzarrini.

That's not gonna work.

Never mind. Super cool.

Vai! Vai! Vai!

These guys are not going away.

Yeah, if we don't find a way
to ditch them,

this barn find's gonna be lost.

Yeah, um...

After the next turn,
start swerving

back and forth across the road.

I'm gonna Goldfinger them.

You're gonna what?

Sean Connery in the DB5?

What are you talking about?

I'm gonna oil-slick them.

Why don't you just say
Spy Hunter next time, then?

What is Spy Hunter?

"What is Spy Hunter?"

Vai! Vai! Vai!

All right, Mac,
there's a turn up ahead.

Drain it in three,

two, one.

Now!

Oh, come on, come on,
come on, come on.

What are you, asleep back there?

All right, there's another one.

This is our last chance.

Three...

two... one... now!

Thanks.

Taylor is having
local PD check on Carla

to make sure she's okay.

Plus, he's wiring her
enough money for three cars.

Okay, well...

There's nothing
hidden inside,

so there's only two reasons
the men would want this car.

Either info on Scuro's fate,
or they work for him

and want to bury fresh leads.

Well, just got coordinates
to an Interpol forensics lab

that's 300 miles away,
and Taylor wants us

to transport this car there.

I don't think my DIY tow rig is
gonna make it that far.

Can you even get this heap
of scrap metal running?

I think so,

if I cannibalize parts
and fluids from our rental,

but, um...

Weren't you top of your class
at MARSOC?

So?

That was spec-ops
tactical driving school,

not fixing school.

You know, so...

Do your Mac thing.

Yeah, uh...

I'm just gonna call Bozer,
get him to send me

some, uh,
mechanical diagrams.

Can you get a head start
on siphoning the gas?

Hey, Boze, I need your help
with something,

but you can't tell anybody.

I don't want to freak them out.

Okay, but now
you're freaking me out.

What's going on?

Something's wrong with my hands.

They feel...

clumsy,
like they're falling asleep.

And it's getting worse.

So, could you just

look through my dad's
medical files

for similar symptoms.

Something possibly related

-to his cancer.
-You think you have cancer?

No, I don't.
I think it's a pinched nerve,

but I just want to rule it out,

if you have time.

Trust,
I've got nothing but time.

Matty has me
babysitting these...

Boze? You there?

Y-Yeah, I'm on it.

All right, thanks.

Now you see me.

Now you don't.

Now you see.

Now you don't.

Now you see me.

How much longer are we gonna
wait for this guy

to contact his supplier?

Is this all
because Matty feels guilty

she couldn't stop Mac and I
from getting dosed

-with nano-trackers?
-Uh, Matty would never let

her emotions dictate
Phoenix strategy.

All right?
Yeah.

It's just these tiny robots are
in my body,

and I'm less manic about it
than she is.

I should be in Italy
with Mac and Desi, or...

using my skills to do
literally anything else.

Actually,

there is something you
can do to help me.

That look
on your face is

both intriguing and very creepy.

Yes, when I was at MI6,

I learned the art of
how to influence emotions

and manipulate behaviors.

Unfortunately, even
professionals slip up, and, um,

I may, in a moment
of weakness, have, uh,

sent Sofia a few
text messages

too many before waiting
for her to respond.

So, you want me to hack
into the telecom company,

delete her text messages
before she wakes up

so you don't look like
an overeager, desperate loser?

Well...

Unnecessarily hurtful,
but, uh, yes.

Well...

You're lucky I'm bored.

Right.

All right,
that should do it.

Okay.

It was a 1994 Hunter Green
Metallic Jeep Wrangler.

What was yours?

Oh.

It was an old Volkswagen Cabrio.

Oh.
Hey,
but that thing

was a Rolls-Royce
compared to this jalopy.

The speedometer
keeps jumping around,

and it feels like there's
rocks in the steering column.

Hmm.

Well, I think she heard you.

Oh, my God.

Whoa, whoa, be nice.

We only need her to behave
for another six hours,

and then we'll be back
to our home sweet home.

You mean your home sweet home.

What does that mean?

Just ever since I moved in,

all we've been doing
is fighting.

I'll admit we've been
out of sync.

We've fought more
since I moved in

than the whole time
we've been dating.

I can't be the only one
wondering if...

living together was a mistake.

Desi...

You know what, just forget
that I brought it up.

Sorry.
No. No, no, no.
Look.

Call Taylor.

Yeah. I'm on it.

My phone battery died.
Can you call him?

-What?
-Yeah.

Bad news, I'm afraid, Mac.

When the police went back
to the farmhouse

to check on the car's seller,
they found Carla dead.

Two gunshots to the chest.

Those men doubled back
to kill her, but why?

I don't know.

But the Italian police...

They're looking for you.

-They think we did it.
-Great.

Yes, but just, uh,

stay off the main roads,
stay out of sight,

and I'll have Matty reach out
to the, uh, Polizia Stradale.

Taylor, we're gonna have
to call you back. Car trouble.

Uh, pop the hood.

Damn it.

Alternator belt snapped.

Must've been more corroded
than it looked.

Can you fix it?

I know how to fix it.

What's that mean?

My hands don't work.

What?

Right now I'm telling them
to make fists,

and they're not listening.

You're having a medical issue,
and you kept it from me?

Yes, but it's actually
a good thing,

because then I realized
that I've been losing dexterity

over the past couple days.

That's why
my putty failed on-on...

on the cruise ship ..., my God.
Enough with the putty.

You put both of our lives
in danger,

and you lied to me.

Just tell me
how to get it running.

Uh, take my belt off.

Yeah, and then, uh,
take my knife out.

Yeah. So you're gonna cut off
the belt buckle.

You're gonna use the heat
from the engine to sear it

into a loop.
Take the wrench

from the knife

and loosen
those things.

Loop the thing
around all of these.

-Okay, like this?
-I think so.

You think?

Well, you have to get
the tension right.

I'm used to feeling
through these things myself.

You know what?
Good enough.

Uh, but dead alternator
means dead battery,

so you're gonna have to help me
push-start the car.

Okay. Now.

D-D-Door! No hands.
The door!

Thanks.

It's the nano-trackers.

That's what's causing
the issue

-with Mac's hands.
-What?

One of the rats is having the
same problem in his front paw.

And the one thing
you two have in common

is those nano-trackers.

How can that be?

We made sure that
the nano-trackers were inert

when we got the sunset
sequence from Silas.

And that's why
I brought in Dr. Sandria--

the CIA's top neurologist.

The nano-trackers are inert,

but they are foreign
nanoparticles in the blood,

which are having an unexpected
physiological side effect.

All right,
what does that mean exactly?

Basically, the nano-trackers
have been forming

a plaque in Mac's brain,
kind of like cholesterol.

Which is restricting blood flow

to the primary motor cortex

that controls movement
in the hands.

So, while Mac's mind
may be working fine,

his hands aren't getting
the message.

Similar to a stroke.

Is this gonna happen to me?

Each body reacts differently.

We don't know how your body
will react, if at all.

We have discovered

the side effect gets worse
with increased stress.

The good news is, the problem
seems to be localized

in his front paws--
hands--

and shouldn't spread
any further.

Probably. Maybe.

Could this be permanent?

There's still
a lot we don't know.

But I promise to get you
all the answers we can.

Uh, hey...

Uh, Taylor,
you got a sec?

Well, Mac and Desi
need our help.

You and I are
wheels up in ten.

Well, who's gonna watch
the broker while we're gone?

What if he makes a move?

Well, I thought you'd
jump at the chance

to ditch "Project Boring."

Well, "Project Boring"
just became "Project Urgent."

Matty's right.
We need to figure out

who's behind these nano-trackers
and why.

Look, I may have a solution.

I-I wanted to do this for you
and Matty at a better time,

but...

I've been grooming these girls.

Now, hear me out.

They do have
criminal records,

but these are some seriously
skilled computer hackers.

We could outsource
code to them

and create a program
to watch the broker

with real-time
keystroke analytics

by the time we land in Italy.

Are you really proposing

we involve civilians
in classified ops?

Well, yes.

But we could chop up the code
into discreet sub-tasks

so they can't see
the whole program.

We can't possibly trust
matters of national security

to a bunch of delinquent
girls with rap sheets.

You mean delinquent girls
with rap sheets like me.

Look.

I don't mind you having
personal projects on the side,

but you shouldn't mix
your personal life

with official Phoenix business.

But it's cool for my boss

to have me hack into his
booty call's text messages

on company time.

Got it.

Look, I understand
that you might be feeling

a little bit... scared

and not thinking rationally,

but the answer is no.

Thank you for your hard work,

but I assure you
my team can take it from here.

And I assure you
la Polizia Stradale

can handle their own business.

My people were not involved
in the murder of Carla Giordano,

so I need you
to call off your search.

And who are you
to give me orders?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Then I'm not at liberty to care.

Excuse me, but this was
a courtesy call.

And in about ten seconds,
you're gonna get

another call from your captain

ordering you to finish up
your business

and do exactly as I say.

Wrong number.

Police didn't arrive
at that farmhouse

until after the car was
already gone, so how exactly

did you get
a description so quickly?

My men are resourceful.

Unless you're the other buyer.

You are after the car.

You killed Carla Giordano.

You're interfering

in an international
investigation.

You must let
the proper authorities...

I'm the authority here!

And I want Scuro dead!

So you know he's still alive.

I took a shot at that
Bizzarrini 15 years ago,

and I missed that...
murderous bastard

by a hair.

I won't miss again.

Okay.

So, apparently,

the chief is
a machismo murder-cop.

And there's a net of police
checkpoints surrounding us.

And-- oh, my God--
make this jingle stop!

I've only got until

this place opens up to come up
with a plan? I can't do that.

This is impossible.

Hey.

It's gonna be okay.

Okay?

First, we got
to get out of here, okay?

I will be your hands.

We can do this.

In chemistry, a change
in physical state can occur

from a change in temperature.

So if we add heat
to a large piece of vinyl, say,

an advertising billboard,
we can shrink it on our car,

change its physical state
and voilà--

hide in plain sight.

Mac!

This only works if you tell me
what you're thinking.

Sorry. I need you to help me
cut up some vinyl billboard.

Yeah.

Nope.

I should've told you
about my hands, I'm sorry.

I don't want you
to move out.

Then why weren't you
acting like it?

You were so obsessed
with your stupid putty,

you barely even looked at me
when I was moving in.

I've always been the guy
who builds stuff.

That's my thing.

That's how I help people.

You can't always be Superman.

I know, but...

so many people have died
to save me.

My dad, my aunt,

Mason's son.

So if I can't save others,
then who am I?

You're my partner.

You think I love you
because of what you can do?

I love you because
of who you are.

You think so.

But what if you won't?

Look.

This lifestyle,

what we do...

it all has an expiration date.

And when we are done
saving the world,

when we are
old and gray,

you have to have faith that
I'm still gonna be there.

You can lean on me.

All right,
it's still warming this up.

And, uh, this is
-the most important part.
-Okay.

-Especially down here.
-Okay, okay.

Get around the bumper, here.

-I-- What?
-You got to pull it down here.

Under there ...der where?!

If you go, okay, sorry,
over there now!

-Stop yelling at me!
-I'm sorr--

Hurry or the vinyl temp
is gonna cool.

We can't afford to have
that happen or it will...

rip.

I'm gonna need five.

Des? I think I found something.

Yes, those are my initials.

Franco Scuro was my father.

Won't you have a bite to eat?

Uh, no, we are...

we're in a bit of a hurry,
actually.

Please, this isn't
the first time

I've been questioned
about my father.

Let me try and help.

My father left when I was 12.

I now know
that he was a horrible man.

I never heard from him
once he left,

nor would I want to.

We have reason
to believe

your father could
still be alive.

Impossible.

He would rather die
than leave that car.

Do you happen
to know this chap?

He's the chief
of the Polizia Stradale,

Marco Vecchi.

I never heard of him.

-Sorry.
-Well, Simona, you have been

very kind...

but we have a pressing matter

to attend to.

I have to go see a colleague.

It's hard.

Growing up
without your dad.

My father's rejection
hurt me a lot.

No one asks to be
the kid of a bad man.

I loved him so much as a child.

The only way to get any time
with him was to sit

in the garage while he
worked on that car,

listening to him go on and on

about the time he won that race.

I was jealous of that car.

I guess by carving my initials
into that Bizzarrini,

I was trying to carve
my way into his heart.

I'm surprised
you saw it.

He never noticed.

All right, we're approaching
the checkpoint now.

Did you guys get anything from
the daughter that could help us?

Unfortunately, no.

Took much longer than expected

because Riley was chatting
it up over formaggio.

Well, excuse me for caring
that the poor girl's dad

told her more racing stories
than bedtime stories.

Wait a second, this,
this car was in a race?

Des, remember earlier
you were complaining about

-the steering?
-Among other things, yeah.

Can you, uh,
grab my Swiss Army knife?

It's in that pocket,
and, uh,

check for a wire that might have

slipped into
the steering column.

Yeah. What is it?

That's
an official lead stamp.

All cars that raced
in the '60s were given this.

La Punzonatura.

Which had the date
and location

of the race on it--
in this case...

San Marino.

San Marino, San Marino...

Mac?

Guys, got to go--
Sergeant Scumbag

is at the checkpoint.

If he doesn't
recognize the car,

he's definitely
gonna recognize us.

We're stuck.

Okay, we're gonna need
a disguise-- will you, uh,

reach into that hole
right there?

What? Why?

I don't have time to explain.
You'll be my hands, right?

Yeah.

Okay. Just...

Y-You're looking
for the grease.

It's next to
the driveshaft.

You'll recognize it
by its low viscosity.

You know what,
just say "greasy."

Yeah, now run it
through my hair.

Okay, now, uh,

the glasses,
pop out the lenses.

And then, uh...

Ah. Okay, now take
the Swiss Army knife and cut

through the upholstery
in the back.

Because he's looking
for two people,

one of whom is-- was

blond.

Bye.

Go!

Okay, change of plans.

I know how to find Franco Scuro.

Instead of hiding this car,

we're gonna show it off.

What's this crazy plan of yours?

Well,
thanks to Riley, we now know

the greatest moment
of Franco Scuro's

life was in San Marino,
racing this Bizzarrini.

Which his own daughter
said he loved

-more than life itself.
-See?

-Always say yes to formaggio.
-Oh, please.

San Marino also happens to be

its own independent
nation-state

within Italy, with its
own sovereign government

-and police jurisdiction.
-The only place Scuro

could've hid for 15 years

-without leaving Italy.
-Exactly.

So what better way to lure
him out than by bringing

his long-lost love
to his own backyard?

No, I'm aborting this mission.

Let's hear them out, Matty.

I cannot

and I will not have MacGyver
remain in the field if he's

-incapacitated.
-I'm not incapacitated.

We'll be there to back him up.

Mac, I want you home.

As long as Mac can keep
his blood pressure down,

his symptoms won't get
any worse.

Matty, I'd never support this
if I didn't believe

we'd pull this off.

No, I've made my decision!

And that's final!

I'm with the team
on this one, Matty.

Mac!

You okay?

Yeah, everything but the hands.

How are you holding up?

So far, so good.

But let me know
if I sprout a third ear.

Will do.

Buonasera.

Anybody want
to help put on a car show?

Oh...

It's a Bizzarrini.

So, we're gonna restore
the Bizzarrini

back to mint condition and then
we're gonna advertise it

as the star of our show

that we're going to throw
in San Marino.

Riley will create buzz online.

It's gonna be great.

And Desi and Taylor
will spread the word

on the street.

Hey, so they said
that we could use

this old motorcycle tachometer.

Perfect.

Thank God
they didn't ask me why.

I'm gonna make
a blood pressure gauge.

Bozer said that
if I can keep

my blood pressure down,
my symptoms won't get worse.

Patients do better
when they can read

real-time biometric data.

So I guess I'm just
looking for something,

anything, that I can control
at this point.

How can I help?

Blood pressure can be estimated
using a pulse oximeter,

so we can measure that

using the infrared LED
inside of that TV remote,

and I'm doing that thing
that you hate

when I give "TMI," aren't I?

Are you air-quoting me?

Just take my phone and
break it apart already.

At your service.

Okay, you see that, uh,

big squarey thingy

in the middle
of the shiny squiggles?

That's the CPU.
I need you to remove that.

You using real words for me?

Oh ...at's very sweet.

Thank you.

Yeah, you know how much
I love to break things.

Putting things back together
is a little new.

No, I mean, thank
you for helping me.

Thank you
for letting me help you.

See? I still love you.

Maybe even more.

I was just so afraid
of what I couldn't do,

I wasn't really paying attention
to what we could be.

You're a big softy.

Damn it.

It's catchy, isn't it?

I hate that damn song.

Yes, well, Desi and I
are in position.

And the Bizzarrini's
already turning heads.

Check in.

Well, I'm over here
by the entrance, making the most

of not being able
to use my hands.

Eyes peeled
for anyone Scuro's age.

Standing by to run facial rec
against his old photo.

If I get a match,

I'll give the word.

And Taylor and I will grab him.

How is this guy still talking
about the car?

Don't get me wrong, it's pretty
and all, but get a grip.

Pretty?
She's drop-dead bellissima.

Somebody's changed their tune.

Well, my baby girl
looks good in red.

Guys, guys.

Male, 60s or 70s,
approaching the car.

Newsboy cap. Riley,
see what I'm talking about?

All right, sit tight.

Facial recognition's
running remote

off Phoenix servers but
the Internet around here sucks.

Nobody move
until we have a match.

We don't want to blow
this whole thing.

He is humping the car, Taylor.

It's not him.

Just another car nut.

You don't survive 15 years
on the run

without being
obsessively careful.

He easily could've had a look
from a distance hours ago.

Yeah, or he was never
even in San Marino.

Uh, where'd this guy

behind the wheel of our car
come from?

He's got something in his hand,
but I can't make it out.

Taylor?

No visual for me.

The cigarette lighter.

It's him. Go, go, go!

Franco Scuro, you
are under arrest!

Out of the car!

Slowly!

I'm done.

Polizia Stradale. Stand down.

You have absolutely
no authority here

in the Republic of San Marino,

[engine starts]so just back off.

Well, that's not good.

Desi, door. Door?

Thanks.

Brava, brava.

Okay, Franco,
I see you.

Damn, that old man knows
how to drive that Bizzarrini.

You know what's super useful
when you're in hot pursuit?

-What's that?
-Hands.

Damn it,
I can't keep up.

Riley, you got a shortcut?

Yes. That road doubles back
about five kilometers below you.

If you can get to it, you could
cut them off, but then what?

Leave that part to me.

I mean us.

We only have a few more minutes

before Scuro's car comes
flying down that road.

I have an idea.

Catch.

All right,
so, take that

and run it through the hook
from the truck's emergency kit,

and then secure the loose
end to the back wheel.

Yeah, but at the speed
he's driving, we're
gonna destroy that car.

Not if we raise the rear axle
and wind up the cable.

And then I'll tap the ... the exact moment
that he hits the line

-and we Top Gun him.
-We Top Gun him.

The principle of an arresting cable is simple.

You have a limited distance
to stop a high-velocity vehicle

without causing damage
to a very valuable object.

Typically they're used
on aircraft carriers

to catch fighter jets.

But in our case,
a very wanted crime boss

and his lovingly restored car.

But for it to work,
many moving parts

must function perfectly in sync.

He sets the trap
to snag the car...

While she works the brakes
to adjust the tension

and absorb the force
of impact, until...

We got him!

Get this to my daughter.

I heard they charged
Marco Vecchi

with murder and several flavors
of conspiracy.

Well, that's one sexist
slimeball cherry

on our crime boss sundae.

Oh, did, uh,
did Riley mention this, uh,

hacker group of hers to you?

It's my job to know everything

happening in my operatives' lives.

Yeah, she got all
bent out of shape

when I wouldn't
read them in, but, uh,

I mean, I made
the right call, obviously.

Do you want me to shut it down?

No. I'll keep an eye on it.

Oh, and, um, Matty,

if you're blaming yourself

for this nano-tracker
business...

Russ... it was my mission.

I sent them.

And one way or another,
I'm gonna fix it.

Good news.

Mac is already starting
to regain control of his hands.

All from meditation. Really?

Guided body scan meditation.

Studies show it reduces stress
by rewiring neural pathways

in the brain which will
mitigate future side effects

and prevent anything
from happening to Riley.

Perhaps we should start
calling you Dr. Double-O-Boze.

I like the sound of that.

Night.
Good night.

What are you waiting for?

Who supplied the nano-trackers?

Hello?

Who's there?

I didn't tell anybody.

Nobody knows about the nano...

No! No, no, no...

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