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Previously on MacGyver...

-It's in the tear gas.
-What's in the tear gas?

Nanoscopic tracking devices.

There's something wrong
with my hands.

It's the nano-trackers.

That's what's causing the issue
with Mac's hands.

It was my mission,

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

Meet Orson Marcato.

Orson stole the tech

and developed it himself.

This is the mastermind
we need to find.

Nice work, Mac.♪ Let's go...

You got through the gatekeeper.

♪ Can't miss a beat, beat...

Pick your poison?

I would love a Scotch.

Cresta's right next to Bozer.

Let me know if I can
get you something else.

I'm feeling lucky.

Not lucky enough, I guess.

Damn it!

Tire of this, man!

Every time I come here,
I'm always losing my money.

I'm going through a divorce,
she's takin' my money,

y'all takin' my money--
everybody taking my money!

Give me some money!
Can I win? Can I be lucky?

Riley, you're in the clear.

Desi, you're a go
-for the tracker.
Yes. All right.

Well done.
-How about I grab you
something special?

Nothing like a little bubbly
to brighten the mood.

And a glass
for my friend here, too.

I'd love that.

Where's your restroom?

Right this way.

Target is chipped.

Now get out of there, guys.

Made it to the extraction point

with High-Roller Boze.

Well done, chaps.
Now we can track Cresta

and apprehend him and the buyer.

Now let's get out of here
before someone confuses me

for their sugar daddy.

Can you even afford
to be a sugar daddy?

Absolutely not.

Mac, Riley, what's your status?

Mac?

Mac, Riley, come in.

Their comms are off-line.

You just reached MacGyver...

Mobiles went straight
to voice mail.

Yes, there's no sign of them

on the satellite feed, either.

I'm sending a tac team
to sweep the area.

All units be advised,
this is now

a priority personnel
recovery op.

Angus MacGyver

and Riley Davis are missing.

So we have multiple tac teams
surveilling all of L.A. County.

Local authorities
are covering all airports,

highways and ports of entry.

Yes, our contacts at the FBI
and Homeland Security

are on full alert.

Matty, anything
on your end?

I'm working my government
contacts at the DoD,

but still no luck yet.

Mac and Riley

haven't turned up
at any of the local hospitals.

Hey, is anyone there?

Mac, is that you?

Where are you guys?

I got a 20 on their location.

Mac, Riley-- are you okay?

Yeah, we're fine.

-Why?
-I'm sending a tac team

to your location.

Stay put until we get there.

Y'all just about
gave me a heart attack.

-Chill out, Boze.
-Don't ever scare me
like that again.

Are you guys okay?

What happened to you guys?

And how'd y'all
get way out here?

Wait, this isn't
the extraction point?

No. We were supposed to meet
two blocks from the bakery.

I don't understand.

You guys went missing
for an entire day.

-That can't be right.
What's the last thing

-you remember?
-It's a little fuzzy, I guess.

Yeah, uh, I remember
exiting the speakeasy.

And then after that, nothing.

Did the tests reveal
anything unusual?

We're still
piecing it together.

When we tried
to draw your blood,

we noticed you both
have collapsed veins.

And we discovered that both of
you have been poked and prodded

over 237 times.

As though someone
was running you both

through a gauntlet
of tests.

Like lab rats.

S-So not only were we kidnapped,

we were experimented on.

For 24 hours?

Why?

And neither of you have a
history of amnesia or dementia?

No. Clean bill of health.

Besides the
nano-trackers, nothing.

Do you remember anything
about the car that grabbed you?

Was it a leather
or fabric interior?

Or was it more
of a circular spaceship?

-I got nothing.
-You know what? Honestly,
this has just been a lot.

Can we just-- I'd like to
go home and get some sleep,

if that's okay.
Yeah, I second that.

No, no, no.
Sorry, guys, we're on lockdown.

The only way
I'll let you off-site

is if you agree
to stay under one roof

with a tac team on guard.

Sleepover at Mac's? I'm down.

Hopefully we'll have more
answers in the morning

once Dr. Sandria's team
runs blood work.

So your job tonight is to sleep.

No truth or dare

or spin the bottle
or whatever

you get up to in your time off.

What you get up to
in your time off?

Why do I feel like
he was talking at me?

Whitley Strieber
says heightened senses

are side effects
of post-abduction contact.

Have you experienced
any of that?

If "annoyed"
was a sense, then yes.

Boz, you know I think it's
statistically possible

for life to exist
elsewhere in the galaxy,

but I think it's highly
improbable that we were abducted

by aliens near
Staples Center.

Hey.

Sorry, I didn't
mean to startle you.

Just been a little on edge.

Yeah, I get it.

I'm really happy
that you're home.

Yeah, me, too. I just...

I wish I could enjoy it.

It's like, whoever kidnapped us

also experimented on us?

Why? What are they doing
with that data, and why us?

It's horrifying.

I just wish I could
remember something. Anything.

Hey.

Maybe you'll get some clarity
in the morning.

Yeah.

You're right.

It's the scariest thing.

They took away control
over my body.

Totally violating, isn't it?

Yeah.

I just wish we could do
something instead of just rest.

Maybe there is.

I couldn't wait
for Dr. Sandria's team,

so I swiped a blood sample.

Something's off

with the oxygenation.

It's a different color.

Something possibly related to
why we can't remember anything.

We were drinking
at the card game.

Maybe...

Maybe someone slipped
something in our drink.

A sedative.

Sedatives can cause
selective amnesia.

Maybe we can initiate recall by
inducing state-dependent memory.

You pulled my mission outfit

from the hamper?

Well, we have to recreate
the external environment

of the card room to a T,
meaning wearing the same clothes

that we were wearing on the op.

And if we do this right,

memories of the blackout
should flood right back.

I'm gonna put on
these smelly clothes,

but only because I love you.

-Thanks. Appreciate it.
Um,

where do you even buy these?

I, uh, have a guy.

Were you able
to get surveillance photos

of the card room?

Come on, Mac.

Perfect. All right.

Let's turn my living room
into an illegal gambling den.

In order to trigger
memories using

state-dependent memory theory,
we need to recreate

every possible aspect
of the card game.

When I entered the room,

I remember seeing
High-Roller Boze

and Cresta sitting next to him.

And there were two other players
sitting at the table as well.

I got a Scotch from Desi
just as Bozer

lost it all.

Damn it!

Bozer made a scene at the bar,

which was
the perfect distraction

so that Riley could use
some sleight of hand and...

♪ With each letter
it becomes visibly better... ♪

Oh. All right. My lucky day.

Then Desi offered Cresta
some bubbly

while she slipped a tracking
microchip under his collar.

And then I excused myself
and followed Riley out.

♪ I go to work.

Anything?
No, after I
dealt the final hand,

I went out the back door.

And then I followed Riley.
Then, after that,

I'm drawing a blank.

Maybe we should
just call it a night.

Why can't I remember this?

Um... Let's just do it again.

Maybe you should give it
some time.

Side note,
I've got matching pj's

for our sleepover. Movie time?

Matching pj's? Really?

I may or may not
have bought them

as early Christmas presents.

Could everybody just be quiet?

Back up, give me some space.

I need to think.

So I followed after Riley,

and I must've ended up
out on the street.

Hey. I think
you should just rest.

I'll get some rest

after I figure this out.
I just need

some space.

I can't believe you
actually put them on.

After snapping at Boze,
I kind of felt

like I had to.

Any memories?

You?

No.

Can't sleep?

Bozer's snoring aside,

I'm afraid if I do go to
sleep, I'm gonna wake up

to find I've missed
another day of my life.

We're safe here tonight.

Yeah, I know.
I just...

figured watching a movie would
help me put my mind at ease.

You know what?
That's a great idea.

I need to relax
and stop being so grumpy.

They know it's
not personal.

Do they?

Yeah.

They can't possibly understand.

What I mean is...

it's different for you and I.

And it has been ever since
we inhaled the nano-trackers.

I mean, people can say,
"It'll be fine."

"Don't worry."
Yeah.

And it's all well-intentioned,

but it does absolutely nothing

to ease my anxiety.

Does anything?

I don't know.

Talking to the only person
who actually understands

what I'm going through.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

So...

Die Hard?

Yes.

-Oh, you want this blanket?
-Yes, please.

It's freezing in here.

All right.

Get down, get down!

I just had the weirdest dream.

Yeah. Me, too.

This-this is creepy.

Why are we having
the same dream?

What do-- You saw
these same images?

Yes. More or less.

Then these aren't...

They're not dreams.
They're memories.

Uh, recreating the speakeasy
must've worked,

just not as fast as I thought.

What else did you see?

It looked like an almond grove.

Brilliant.

We're gonna need backup.

Come on, let's go.

Hey.

-Des. Des.

-What?
-Des, Des. Hey.

-Did Matty call?
-No, our memories
are coming back.

We need to get
to Lost Hills, ASAP.

Slow down. Memories?

Yes. We're having flashbacks
from yesterday.

So, you guys want to

sense memory your way back
to where you were held?

You know me so well.

Okay, I'm in.

What's going on?

I knew y'all were gonna love
my jammies.

Knew it!

Hey, look, I think we figured
out where we were held captive.

You want to go for a drive?

Hey, if I'm gonna die,

I want to do it
with my best friends.

In matching pj's.

Fighting aliens.

But did y'all forget about our
tac team-sized problem outside?

He's right.
We're trapped.

No. Not if we have
a secret escape hatch.

What is this?

Everything I need, in case
Murdoc decides to show up again.

MacGyver's Hideout.
Feels like

"Mac Cave" is the cooler
option, but you do you.

Okay, so this will drop us
out onto the hillside

underneath the back deck,

and then We can sneak
into the neighboring property

-and then climb over the garage.
-What car?

Security's got eyes
on all of ours.

I know someone
who owes us a favor.

You'd think the Krengels
owning a cleaners

would have a clean car.

Wait, that convenience store
right there,

that looks familiar.

Okay, good.
Anything else?

Yeah, this park.

Oh, there's a-a bridge and...

...an elementary school.

He's right.
Keep going, guys.

Are there any landmarks?

Just an abandoned warehouse.

That's it.

This is the place.

Whoever worked here
cleaned it good.

Not "whoever."

"Whatever."

I could have you all fired

for this.

It's just you.

Just me?

Really?

I am so disappointed
in all of you.

Disobeying Matty.

-Hold up.

Guys, look.

Cord's been cut.

There's one up here, too.

Covered their tracks.

If we're gonna find
the people who kidnapped us,

it's gonna take a miracle.

What could've possibly
possessed you

to leave in the middle
of the night

with no backup?

Please tell me

that you were at least able

to recover something

from the warehouse?

Well, even though
they left in a hurry,

everything was wiped clean.

These weren't amateurs.

Everyone coming and going

from the warehouse was careful,

but we were able to get
a partial image

of a pedestrian leaving

during Mac and Riley's
missing hours

from a street cam

a few blocks away.

What, that's all we've got?

Not all.

I ran the image through
-a 3
-D image simulator.

And I ran that simulation

through facial recognition,
and we got a hit.

Jennifer Poole.

She's a scientist
at Navala Pharmaceuticals.

I think we found Marcato's
right-hand woman.

Thought you could hide, hmm?

Not from us.

We have your laptop.

It's only
a matter of time

before we find out what you
and Marcato did to my agents.

Looks like Poole broke the disk
on her hard drive.

With our time crunch,
that makes retrieving the data

virtually impossible.

Good thing "virtually
impossible" is my middle name.

And I'm kind of an expert
at cracked things.

Guys, meet Brooklyn
and Sara.

This is my dysfunctional family.

Boss, Matty.
Genius, MacGyver.

Resident bad-ass, Desi.

Call me Double-O Boze.

Yeah, not gonna happen.

So, where's the victim?

Oof...
Mm...

Look, don't worry, Mama's
gonna get you all fixed up.

So, tell me...

What did you do with my agents?

No?

Taylor, we found something.

What do we have?

We're still retrieving data,
but we did find

a piece of a video file
with the same time stamp

from when Mac
and I went missing.

Rise.

Run into the wall,
full speed.

What the...? That explains why
my shoulder's been killing me.

It is definitely you
in the video.

That's Riley.

Destroy your cot.

Engage in combat.

-I don't remember any of this.
-Yeah, neither do I.

Shoot him.

Shoot him.

That's...

That's not me.

I would never do
something like this.

Well, it's clear
that whatever they did

to the nanobots in your body
allows them to control you.

If they can be dispersed
in the air,

anyone can breathe them in
and be controlled...

...turning them
into the ultimate weapon.

-These experiments
aren't just the work

of a few rogue scientists.

Someone powerful is
behind all this.

Mind control.

Very impressive.

Don't bother trying
to deny it.

We have enough evidence on
your hard drive to put you away

for a very long time.

Besides,
from scientist to scientist...

...a discovery like this
isn't meant to be hidden.

How did you do it?

The nanobots were already
inside your bodies.

You had the hardware,
we just rebooted the software.

Marcato was developing
new experimental tech

to help with depression,

but it had unintended
yet fascinating side effects.

And thanks to you,

we were able to confirm that.

And Marcato?

What's his endgame? Hmm?

Planning another dispersal?
Where?

Any clues on
Marcato's location?

Nothing definitive,

just a lot of research

on event venues
in Washington D.C.

A mass dispersal at
the nation's capital does fit

the "evil mastermind" bill.

Countless foreign adversaries
would pay a pretty penny

for mind control
over American citizens.

Well, there's one way
to find out.

Mac, you got all that?

When is Marcato planning
the dispersal in D.C.?

How did you...?

There's nothing you can do
to stop it.

They're hosting the National

Military Appreciation
Celebration

with a big fireworks display.

Well, thousands
of active military,

veterans and their families
are gonna be in attendance.

Yeah.

If the nanobots were
in the fireworks...

half of D.C. could be infected.

Who's helping Marcato?

Who funded you?

Marcato's experiments were
funded by the U.S. government.

That's impossible.

Our government doesn't target
its own.

You so sure about that?

You okay?

I shot a gun.

Tiny robots inside my body
made me kill someone. Me!

Yeah, but that's not
who you are.

But how can I trust
who I am anymore?

If they can make me shoot a gun,
they can make me build a bomb.

I--

Yeah, but that didn't happen.

Thankfully, they were
controlled tests.

But you weren't the one
out of control.

And the government was
behind it all?

What if they do it again?

What if they flip a switch and
they make me shoot one of you?

Hey, we all have your back.

And I won't let anyone hurt you.

-It's like I got hacked.
-And y'all thought

my theories about aliens
were crazy.

I've always made
my own way.

If I want to do something,

it's my choice,
no one else's.

This is bigger
than aliens, man.

All right,
and that evil scientist

is still out there
with more of these things?

Shoot, I mean,
the salt on my peanuts

could be baby robots.

Mm-mm.

Mm-mm. I knew I should've
-bought that bunker.
-Bozer!

I hit Mac.

Someone made you do it, Riley.

Just 'cause someone
made me do it doesn't mean

it didn't happen.

For the government to manipulate
our agents like that...

I'm not gonna just believe
the desperate confession

of an accomplice without
finding out the truth myself.

Which is why I've asked for
an emergency meeting

with the Government
Oversight Committee.

This is all my fault.

It's because of me
this technology got out

into this world;
because of Silas.

Russ, you can't blame yourself.

Listen to me.
Marcato is still out there,

and he's the only one
that has the answer

as to how to get these things
out of Mac and Riley.

This happened to our agents
on our watch.

And make no mistake,
we're going to fix this.

Yes, you always could give
a good pep talk, Matty.

Good. Because I need you
focused.

This is our one shot
to grab Marcato.

-["R.O.C.K. in the U.S.
-A"
by John Mellencamp begins]

♪ They come from the cities

♪ And they come from
the smaller towns... ♪

-Don't suppose we have time
for a quick bite?

I could smash a
half-smoke right now.

Not likely, Boze.

Looks like we don't have
long before showtime.

No time to evacuate everyone
or even distribute protection.

Look at all these
innocent people.

This isn't just military,
these are their families,

children, grandparents.

We have to stop this.

If I can get to
the control booth,

I should be able to shut down
the pyrotechnics program.

Any ideas how I'll get in?

I've always wanted to, uh,

play an exuberant American.

Right!

♪ Hey!

What is the reason for this?

-I've got ribs going.
-I just received confirmation
of a planned attack

against American citizens

at a military celebration today,

and a confession
from a conspirator

who claims that the U.S.
government is behind it.

Double-check our secured line.

Make sure we're not
being recorded.

Hey, excuse me.
We can't see. Hello?

We camped since 8:00 a.m.
for this spot.

Hot dog!

I didn't see your name on it,
did I, partner?

This is still a free country,
ain't it? Am I right?

Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi!

Get that giant monstrosity
out of here, you wanker!

Bozer, with the last-minute
accent?

You can just take it
up your tailpipe and shove it,

Mr. Mary Poppins!

Laying it on thick,
aren't we, boys?

I'm an American citizen,
so that means...

We've cleared the fence.
Thanks for the show, guys.

I'm in.

Uh-oh.

We don't have time
for Uh-ohs.

Pyrotechnic software should have

an emergency shut-off,
but this one's disabled.

Mercato must have
covered his bases.

Yeah, he sure did.

We don't think of something,

this show's going off
in five minutes.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh, what?

I thought there was no time
for uh-oh.

I don't think
my Swiss Army knife's

gonna cut through this
in four minutes.

I knew that the U.S. government

couldn't possibly be funding

Orson Marcato's plan
for a mass dispersal

of invasive nanobots
on U.S. soil.

We did fund some of
Marcato's research, yes.

How could you?

Nano-technology is the next
industrial revolution.

Once the nanobots are dispersed,

we've merely laid
the infrastructure.

But the future benefits
will be seismic.

They can also deliver
chemotherapy

to specific cells in the body,
eliminating all side effects,

and perform cellular repair
that could expand our lifespan

for hundreds of years.

My agents are not to be used,

manipulated or experimented upon

for your benefit.

On the contrary,

I believe
they took an oath to serve.

And what about all
those children, grandparents...

Ms. Webber, now that you've
assumed Oversight's role,

it comes with certain knowledge
and expectations.

The question is, are you willing
to play at this level?

Oh. You want me to play ball.

I think it's what
Jim MacGyver would have done.

And that's why we threw
your tea overboard.

'Cause you're not
-the boss of me.
-I don't even like tea.

I'm more of a lemonade man.

Here.

We have a hit.

Orson Marcato last spotted

in the southwest corner
of the park. He's headed west.

You know what?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Oh, he's British. He's sorry.

Oh, oh...
Let's go!

Bingo.

He was on the launch
platform last night.

It looks like he only tampered
with one section

Of the fireworks. If I overlay
the launch blueprints...

The nanobots are in the finale.

Ah, of course,
because the finale makes

the most smoke
for maximum dispersal.

Well, which one's
the finale?

Mac, Desi,

the show's starting.
Get out of there, now.

♪ O say can you see...

Riley, there's letters
on one axis

and numbers on the other.

Can you navigate me
to the finale bank?

-I can try.
Hey!

Get out of there! Now!

Mac, go.

Officers, I'm really,
really sorry about this.

♪ And bright stars

♪ Through the perilous
fight... ♪

T-12.
The finale bank is at T-12.

"D" as in David?"T."

-"T" like tango.
-Mac, we gotta go.

There's no time to put it out.

I'm not gonna put it out,
I'm gonna set it off.

-Are you crazy?
-Just grab as many mortars
as you can.

♪ And the rockets'
red glare ♪

♪ The bombs bursting...

There he is.
Oh!

♪ In air...

Fireworks are like rockets.

You create a blast
in a confined tube

so the only way to go is up.

If you increase the blast
exponentially--

say, by adding
extra explosives--

you increase your thrust,
creating super-rockets

capable of blasting
ten miles above the earth

and safely dispersing the
nanobots into the ozone layer.

Okay! Get back!

♪ Of the...

You also get quite a show.

[fireworks exploding]♪ Brave.

Tell me how to get
these things out of me. Now.

You can't.

There has to be a way,
so tell me!

No. Your government
doesn't want you to.

Marcato's cooperating.

Gave up all his research.

Did they find a way

to get rid of the nano-trackers?

Unfortunately, no.

Uh, guys,

I asked Dr. Sandria to join us.

Mac,

when you dispersed
the nanobots

in the atmosphere,
the lack of oxygen

caused them to die.

But what if the
opposite could work?

You mean use excess
O2 to destroy them?

If we put you
in a hyperbaric chamber,

we can increase the absorption
of oxygen in your blood

until all the
nanobots die.

Unfortunately, we don't know
how much pressure we'll need

to destroy the nanobots.

And as we increase the pressure,
the side effects can get worse.

It can lead to brain damage
and memory loss,

and in the worst-case
scenario...

death.

I'm starting to regret
this idea already.

Well, the Phoenix will support
whatever you decide.

I got a question.

So both of you guys know about
the escape hatch in this house

and just left me in the dark
all these years?

-Uh...

Ooh.

Give it up!
If it makes you
feel any better,

I completely
forgot about it.

I didn't.

I remember the first time you
almost used it when The Ghost

rigged the house to blow
with you and Jack inside.

-Oh, yeah,
-Well, thank God
you didn't.

This place would have
been a pile of ashes.

We've faced a lot
of psychopaths over the years.

-Mm-hmm.
-Helman, Murdoc...

The Ghost.

Don't forget Mason.

Teague,

-General Ma,
-Leland,

the Merchant.

Basically,
all the Codex nutbags.

And after all the enemies
that we've faced,

I never imagined it would be
something microscopic

that might actually kill me.

Kill us.

I want to go first, Riley,

in the hyperbaric
chamber.

I want to test the side effects
before you do.

No way.

If we're gonna do it, we gotta

together.

So you've both decided
to go through with it?

I know it's scary.

I need to know that
you'll be there.

Will you help us?

Yeah. I'll be there.

No matter
what happens.

Boze,

I need to know
you'll be there by my side.

Brothers for life.

Brothers for life.

Yeah.

When facing a risky procedure

where your body could undergo
oxygen toxicity,

it's important to not
lose touch with what matters.

Ensuring communication
with those you love

most in the world.

That's for you.

Hyperbaric chambers act
like a Faraday cage.

You can't use radio waves,

so I rigged
these walkie-talkies

so that we can be
in constant communication.

Hey, Boze?
Yeah.

This is gonna work,
and when it does,

you can give this back to me.

Yeah.

All good to go.

Mac?

All right,
let's do this.

Increasing the pressure

-to 2.8 atmospheres.
How long do they have

to be exposed
to this level of pressure?

Depends. Treatments can last

from two minutes to two hours.

2.1 atmosphere.

2.4 atmospheres.

This better or worse

than being trapped in a
sarcophagus with Jack in Cairo?

Well...

I would say it's, um...

pretty much on par.

But the company is far better.

It's working.

Good news, Riley.

Your nanobots have
started deteriorating.

Riley?

You are officially clear
of the nanobots.

Dialing back Riley's pressure
to normal.

Mac's nanobot count
hasn't moved.

Hey, cutie.
Time to kick this thing.

Hey, uh, Dr. Sandria?

Is it possible
to up the atmospheres?

Pressure puts you at risk
for lung, ear and brain damage.

Few minutes. I mean, if they're
anything like Riley's,

then we hit
the right amount of pressure

and, uh,
they'll deteriorate quickly.

Plus, I run
the same amount of risk

being in here longer anyways.

Well, it's worth a try.

Dr. Sandria, go ahead.

Increasing to 3.5 atmospheres.

You're over 120 feet deep now,

Mac.

Come on, Mac.

You can do this.

Come on, Mac.

And we have
a decline.

Something's wrong
with Mac!

Mac! Mac! Mac!

Mac, can you hear me?!

Mac! Mac, wake up!

No, no, no, no! Mac!

Get him out of there right now!

Dialing back
to 2.8 atmospheres.

-Well, we got to do something!
Get him out of there!

If the pressure change
is too fast,

we risk decompression sickness

and we won't be able
-to resuscitate him.
-We're losing him!

-Mac!
-Let him out!

Mac! Taylor,
get me out, get me out.

Unlock it!

Mac!

2.2 atmospheres.

2.1 atmospheres.

Don't leave me.

1.8 atmospheres.

Not like this.

Don't leave me...

Mac? Mac?

Mac?

He's breathing.

Let's get him out of there.

Is there brain damage?

Is he gonna he remember us?

We won't know
until he regains consciousness.

Did it work?

Are we nanobot-free?

We're nanobot-free, Mac.

It's about time.

Welcome back.

Don't ever scare me
like that again, man.

Watching you flatline,

I can't shake that.

I can only imagine.

Literally, because I have
no memory of it.

Probably better that way.

Mac, you were dead for seconds,

but it felt like an eternity.

I guess it just wasn't my time.

Thank God for that.

Matty, I've been thinking a lot.

I don't think
I can do this anymore.

Mac, you have been through
so much.

I think that you should take
some time off

before you make
any rash decisions.

This isn't rash. I was abducted,

experimented on
and I had my memory wiped.

And the government that I've
been serving for over a decade,

in the Army
and here at the Phoenix,

they knew.

They didn't just know,
they funded the research.

I'm just as shocked regarding

the government's involvement
as you are.

Do you want to know the crazy
thing about all of this?

If they had just asked
for volunteers

to track the benefits
of nanotechnology,

I would've signed up.

In the name of science.

But to do this,
to use us as guinea pigs,

without our consent,
it's disgusting.

I agree and I understand.

But the work that we do
at the Phoenix, it's different.

Not if they control the intel

and the purse strings.

We'll figure something out.

I already have.

Thank you all
for coming back in.

Uh, there is an announcement.

One that couldn't wait.

You all mean
the world to me.

And there's nothing
I'm more proud of

than the work
we've done here at the Phoenix.

But...

given the discovery
that the government

was behind our kidnapping

and experiments and turned
a blind eye to thousands

of servicemen and women...

and their families.

And much of what
we do here,

albeit rewarding work,

it's overseen

and funded
by the U.S. government.

A government which I can

no longer serve
in this official capacity.

What are you saying?

Today's my last day.

You're the one that brought me
into the Phoenix.

If you're hanging up your comms,

so am I.

-Me, too.

There's many more ways
to serve our country.

You sprung me out of prison and
my life's never been the same.

So... I'm out, too.

Taylor, Matty,

I apologize.

I didn't think
this was gonna happen.

No need to apologize.

We just, uh,

wanted to make sure
you would, um,

consider all your options.

Before you quit,
we thought you should know.

Taylor and I have decided to cut

all government ties.

The Phoenix is
now fully autonomous.

From now on,
no more government contracts.

We'll only take on missions
of our choosing.

Can you do that?

I mean, financially?

Well, when you have
as much money as, as I do...

...one can do...

whatever they damn well please.

If you are in...

I hope you'll join me

in a toast.
Here's to...

the next chapter of our work
here at the Phoenix.

From now on,
it's us against the world.

Doing whatever
we damn well please.

And having each
other's back.

Because that's what family does.

You're right.

We have each other and that's
all we've ever needed.

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