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* Don't know how you do the
voodoo that you do so well *

* It's a spell, hell, makes me
wanna shoop, shoop, shoop *

* Shoop, shoop ba-doop...
JACK:
* You know

* You make me want to shoop

* Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop

* Shoop ba-doop,
ba-doop, ba-doop *

* Shoop ba-doop,
shoop ba-doop... *

Hey.

Are you ready to talk?

Heck, yeah.

This is some good stuff, man.

What do they call it?

Sodium pentothal.

:
Truth serum?
Correct.

Sounds good.

Not for you, I am afraid.

Now I'm going to ask you

the same questions as before.

What is your name?

Guess.

Come on, man. I'm
just kidding with you.

It's Jack Dalton.
Jack Wyatt Dalton.

Wyatt's my middle name.

My dad was a big fan
of old westerns, but he

died recently.
It's sad. I miss him.

Who do you work for?

Phoenix Foundation.

It's a covert little outfit

masquerading as a think tank
in Los Angeles, California.

U.S. of A.

Home of the World
Champion Chicago Cubs,

soon-to-be-champion
Dallas Cowboys

and lots of fat infidels.

Tell me about this... Phoenix.

Well, we're the guys
you call, you know, when

nut jobs like you threaten
to kill a bunch of people.

Who else knows about me?

Let's see.

Riley Davis.

She is a firecracker.

She can clear your name off

the planet with three
keystrokes, and there's

Wilt Bozer.
He's new to the organization,

so you don't really have
to worry about him too much.

Plus, they're back

in L.A. Oh.

There's my boss,
Patricia Thornton.

She likes to go by
"Director Thornton,"

but I call her "Patti,"
you know,

to get under her
skin a little bit.

You know, she's
a good-looking woman, you know.

No sense of humor. Zero.

I mean, come on, you got
to have a sense of humor

about all this,
right? I mean, even

Miss Terrorist,
Mrs. Terrorist--

she must crack a smile
every now and then, right?

Is that everyone?

No. No, there's one more.

He's my boy-- MacGyver.

Dude is so smart.

He's the smartest guy
I've ever met in my life.

Met over in the desert
fighting guys like you.

No, I really...

I really love the little guy.
I do.

He's like...
he's like a brother.

And where is?

Now?
Yes.

Well,
if he's following the plan,

he should be...
right outside that door

right now.

I mean, come on, man.

You didn't think
he was just gonna

leave me in here
like that, did you?

Hey, Mac,
long hallway, last door

on the left marked
"ugly room."
Shut up,
before I kill you now!

Copy that. Shutting up.

Oh, I think that's for you.

Hmm.

JACK:
Oh.

Oh.

How did you do that?

How?

Ink from red pens.

And a bottle of chocolate sauce.

Not the good kind, either.

The cheap, high-fructose kind.
JACK:
Oh, man.

It is good

to see you, buddy.

Man, I-I really screwed up.
I let the cat out of the bag.

I told him all about
the Phoenix Foundation.

Thornton's gonna be
so mad at me, right?

Ah, it doesn't matter.
He's going to jail.

Oh, yeah.

All right. Time to go.

Hey, it's really
good to see you.

You, too, man.

A big hug?

We'll save it
for after the flight, all right?

Oh.

I love you, buddy.

I love you, too, big guy.

*

Hey, Mac... how old
do you think I look?

Your age.

No.

I mean, how old do you think
I can get away with looking?

Don't lie on
a dating profile, Jack.

You're only setting people up
for disappointment.

All right, I'm just gonna
man-rupt you right there

'cause you're killing the vibe.

This is supposed
to be fun.

I'll just finish this

on my own, thank you.

Just saying, tell the truth.

You'll feel good about it.

35.

And a half.

So, why the sudden interest

in finding Miss Right?

Well, I got this weird thing
about dying alone.

And I've been thinking

it might be nice to see some
little Jacks running around.

All right. Next section.

"What do you look for
in the perfect companion?"

Someone who likes bad karaoke
and getting shot at.

I already got you for that,
sweetheart.

Can you get that?

I can, but I won't.

Are you serious?
Why not?

House rules.

House rules--
what does that even mean?

It means it's your house.
You got to answer the door.

What's the matter with you?
That's proper etiquette.

Now you're Emily Post?
Whatever.

I'm trying to teach you
something here.

You're trying
to make up an excuse

'cause your lazy ass doesn't
want to get off the couch.

Hey, if you don't believe me,
look it up.

I'm obviously
in the middle of something,

and if you wouldn't mind
getting up, that'd be great.

Okay, fine.
Be a rude host.

Hey, welcome to
the rude house.

Can you put a little
hustle into that?

You're so bossy.

* Won't you come around?
Want to show you I'm true... *

Who is it?

Hey, Jack, who is it?

* You've got the strength
that I need... *

* Demons in my head always...

Jack, who is it?

Hey, Mac.

Sarah. Nice to see you.

What are you doing here?

Nikki Carpenter was
a former member

of your ops team, is that right?

Yeah.
Six months ago,

she escaped custody
after failing to deploy a WMD?

That's right.
And before

her betrayal, she was also
your girlfriend for two years.

What does that have
to do with anything?

Sarah found Nikki.

We finally get
to catch her.

Nine hours ago,
the CIA intercepted a message

about a dead drop
to an unknown recipient

being made by a woman whose
alias has been traced back

to Nikki Carpenter.

I recognized the name,
asked my superiors

if I could put together a team
for the grab, then immediately

tracked down Jack and Mac

to recruit them
to my op.
JACK:
Thank you,

Sarah,
but Nikki's family business.

We'll go ahead and take it

from here.
SARAH:
Like I said,

it's my op, and because
of your relationship

to the suspect, I'm offering you
the opportunity to assist.

And we're super-duper grateful,
but you're still not coming.

Jack, is there
a problem?

Um, no, there's not a
problem. It's just...

Sarah's getting married
this weekend.

I don't think now is

the best time
for a new field assignment.
And here

I thought you just didn't
get the invitation.

Uh, we could give
you guys a minute if, uh...

I got the invitation.

Then why didn't you respond?

We better get moving
if we're gonna

intercept Nikki. Let's go.

Jack.

What the hell was that?

What?
I'm going.

No, you're not. I'm not
gonna be responsible

if something happens to you
a week before your wedding.

I don't need that.

Let's give them some
privacy, shall we?

Damn.

It's soundproof, too.

I know what this is about.

What?

Your invitation.

So what about it?
I can see

receiving it upset you.

Look, I-I didn't even know if

I should send it.
Held onto it

for a long time,
but then I thought,

if you weren't invited,
you would be hurt.

At least this way,
you could choose

to RSVP "no."

Instead, you just
didn't respond at all.

What are you really
doing here, Sarah, hmm?

I mean, Nikki-- she doesn't mean
anything to you.

But she means something to you.

You've been thinking about me?

Uh...
Huh?

I am here
because Nikki Carpenter

is a threat
to national security.

And it's

a great excuse
to get to see Jack.

Do you ever think
before you speak,

or do you just say
the first thing that

tumbles through
that thick head of yours?

Nikki's capture

will yield valuable intel
that we can...
We can

gather together, side by side,

arm in arm, just like old times.
Teaming

with operatives who know the
suspect gives me the best chance

of mission success.
Yeah, and if you think

about it, it gives us really...
really quality time together

before you walk down
the aisle...

I'm just gonna stop you
right here

before you say something
we both regret,

because you'll be sterile,

and I'll be in jail.

I am just here

to catch Nikki.

So...

Sarah's coming with us.
Isn't that great?

Two hours until Nikki gets here.

Secure the perimeter
and take positions.

What?

Oh, it's not so bad.

You, me, walking
down the aisle.

Dads walk their daughters
down the aisle, Jack.

Does John know you invited me?

His name's Jeff.

And... he thought
it was a good idea.
Hmm.

What fiancé tells his bride
to invite her much-better ex

to the wedding?
The kind

that's not insecure,
and thank you,

Jack, for being
so mature about this.

My mistake thinking
we could still be friends.

Okay.

Tell me about
the dress.

Traditional.

Hmm

No, it's black Kevlar
with a comm package and an

ammo belt.
There's no reason
to be sarcastic.

Unless you're not
being sarcastic.

You look great in black.

It'd be a hell of a look.

It's white.
Mm.

And you can see it
if you come to the wedding.

Oh, if I'm not dead
by the weekend,

I'll certainly consider it.

You guys okay?

Oh. Peachy.

RILEY:
Okay, Mac,

I got a live

satellite view of your location.
MacGYVER:
Copy that.

Getting into position
for Nikki's arrival now.

:
Hey, Mac?
Yeah.

That's you, right?

Who else would it be?
Um, all right.

I'm just checking.
I can't see you.

Is everything all right...
my son?

Oh, very funny.

Yeah.
Uh...

and no,
everything's not all right.

I'm pretty messed up, actually.

Couldn't tell.

I just don't know
how much longer

I can keep pretending
I'm fine with all this.

Oh. This is you pretending
to be fine, huh?

Yeah, uh-uh. Pretty good
at hiding my feelings, too.

I know I should
have told you

about the wedding,
but when I got the invitation,

I just didn't want
to think about it. So...

I threw it out.

I don't even know why I did it.
Oh, you know why.

We both know why.

You still have feelings
for Sarah.

And you don't want her
to get married.

I wish I could tell you
to say a few Hail Mary's

and it'll all be better, but...

it won't.

There's a reason
they say "speak now

or forever hold your peace."
I think maybe

it's time you told her
how you feel.

RILEY :
Okay, Mac,

I got a vehicle approaching,
and our target making entry

Hello, Nikki.

Nikki!

Nikki, stop!

JACK:
Wait. Wait. Wait.

Take that door.

Hands up. Go on.

NIKKI:
Altiora Petimus--

Bravo Seven.

MacGYVER: What
does that mean?

Altiora Petimus--
Bravo Seven.

It's... it's
an agency code for...

RILEY:
It means Nikki

isn't a terrorist.

She's actually a deep cover
agent for the CIA.

MacGYVER:
What the hell is going on?
Six months ago,

right before Lake Como,

I was recruited by the CIA

for a deep cover op.
JACK: Really?

Was this before or after
you stole

a deadly virus and tried
to kill everybody with it?

That was my buy-in.

I had to convince
the Organization.

Releasing a WMD as initiation?

You expect us to believe
the CIA approved that?

They did.
'Cause I assured them

Mac would never let
the virus be unleashed.

What's your mission?

There's a mole
in the U.S. government

leaking classified intel
to the Organization,

keeping them one step ahead
of all efforts to stop them.

This whole thing
is about a mole?

Okay, fine.

Who's the mole?
Someone high up
in the intelligence community.

I... The closest I've
got to ID'ing them

is a code name: Chrysalis.

I was making progress,

getting close to ID'ing
the mole until...

Until they hired Murdoc
to kill me?

I realized the op
had gone too far.

Putting people I care
about in jeopardy.

So I contacted

my CIA handler
and asked to be pulled out.

Two days later, he died

in a car accident.

Since then, I've been on my own.

And no one else knew
you were undercover.

No.

There was no dead drop,
was there?

You let us intercept
the message.

You wanted... to get caught.

That's right.
And you just

got an answer for everything,
don't you?

NIKKI:
Please.

I can't finish
this on my own.

I need you
to help me find Chrysalis.

Do you still have
the key I sent you?

You know I do.

All my intel on Chrysalis
is in a lockbox

four hours from here.

It'll prove
everything I've said.
JACK: Yeah, all this sincerity

is killing me--
she's lying, Mac.
MacGYVER: We're talking

about a high-level mole
inside of our government.

If there's even
a chance she's

telling the truth,
we need to know.

RILEY:
Sorry, but did you just say

"and don't tell Thornton"?

I know I just started
working here, but isn't this

the sort of thing you're
supposed to tell the boss?

MacGYVER:
Ordinarily, yes,

but if Thornton finds out,
she'll say Nikki's

playing mind games and order us
to bring her in immediately.

Okay, but is she playing
mind games with you, Mac?

I don't know.

This "Organization"
of hers has been

one step ahead of us
at every turn.

We can't ignore the possibility
Chrysalis may be real.

Okay, I'll see what

I can dig up on that code name.

And I'm almost
afraid to ask,

but what will you guys be doing?

Going dark,
and taking Nikki to the lockbox.

This is crazy.

If Chrysalis is real,
whoever they are,

they are really good
at covering their tracks.

If I start poking around
government systems

trying to find them, I might
accidentally tip them off

and put our guys in more danger.

Okay. I know this probably
breaks four or five spy rules,

but... if we can't search
inside the government,

what if we start with someone

who was inside
Nikki's Organization?

No. You're not seriously
suggesting we go talk to...

Wilt.

Riley.

What a lovely surprise.

How long has it been?

Since you tried to kill
us all, Murdoc

Not long enough.

You've lost that deer-
in-the-headlights look, Wilt.

I take it roomie

filled you in on everything.

He works with us now.

You do know your life just got

a whole lot shorter, don't you?

As long as your crazy ass
is locked up,

I'll be just fine.

I'm missing Guiding Light.

So if you don't mind,
let's cut the chitchat.

Tell me why you're here.

Hey, what are
we doing here?

Gathering supplies.

:
No, what are we doing here?

Our... job?

No. No.
Our job is to find Nikki.

I drive to the
middle of nowhere

based on a pack
of lies fed to us

by a known traitor,
who's already betrayed us,

like, ten times over.

Yeah, Jack,
I know what it looks like.

But you can't just ignore
actual intel

on a possible double agent
in the government.
Oh, my God,

you actually believe
her? Come on,

Mac, we both know that
she's your kryptonite.

She's playing us, just
like she did before.

A-And Thornton's
gonna have our hide

when she finds out
what we're doing.

All right, then go home.
I got this.
I...

Yeah, that's just crazy talk
right there,

'cause you know
wherever you go, I go.

NIKKI:
So you're Sarah.

The Sarah.

Jack used to talk
about you

all the time.

The one who got away.

Funny, I heard the same thing
about you.

"The one who got away."

After trying to murder
a bunch of people.

We've been over this.

All right?
I did it for the mission.

Don't give me
the "God and country" speech.

You could have found another way
into the Organization,

one that didn't get
your boyfriend shot

and put millions of lives
at risk.

Even if everything
you've told us

is true--
and I'm still not sure it is--

I don't trust you, Nikki.

Look... I'm just saying

you're wearing Nikki-colored
glasses here, man.

Every time you two
get around each other,

your big brain
gets all mushy.

She could be leading us
into a trap.

Yeah, that's what
the cheese puffs are for.

Hey, you still
got her phone?

If I give you
this phone,

you're gonna be leading
Nikki's people

right to our location, man.

Okay, fine. It's your funeral.

Mine, too, by the way,
so thanks for that.
Send flowers.

It'll only be on for
a few minutes, and...

it'll be worth it...

because...

Now we have her code.

No, what we have

are five tries till that
cell phone wipes itself clean,

and four digits that
could be in any order.

Now, I'm no
mathematician--

that's not really
my strong suit--

but that's a lot
of numbers, brother.
If you think...

How'd you do that?

Nikki's code is my birthday.

See, that's exactly
why I don't trust her.

You two are like Taylor Swift

and whoever she's dating
right now-- it's...

tragic, messy,
and never ends well.

On the other hand, those are
log-in codes to Langley...

that any...

deep cover CIA operative
would have.

Maybe Nikki's
telling the truth.

Okay, let's go pop
her stupid lockbox,

see what's in there.

Oh, man!

Chrysalis, eh?

I may have heard
the name.

I'm just not sure
I feel like helping you.

Just say what you want, Murdoc.

Money?

A window?

Some fava beans
and a nice...

Chianti?

A book, actually.

Paradise Lost.

The original print
with the Doré etchings.

Not a second edition,
not a reprint--

original cloth.

Let me guess.

Out of print?

Extremely hard to find?

So what's this book mean to you?

Oh, what this book means to me
is inconsequential.

What matters to you

is that this book is the key
to unlocking my lips.

Until then...

*

It's clear up top.

It's clear.

Okay. Where is it?

In there.

What game are you playing?
NIKKI: None.

I swear.

Chrysalis must have
got here first,

picked the lock and then
destroyed all the evidence.

Did you set us up?

No!
SARAH:
Either way,

we need to go-- we just
walked into a trap.

JACK:
Get down! Everybody, down!

What do we got, Jack?

Looking at, uh,
two three-man teams.

Leap-frogging
from the tree line.

They're here to kill me
for betraying them.

Or maybe they're here to kill us

'cause you led us into a trap.

I didn't lead you
into a trap, Jack!
Yeah, you did!

Guys! Now's not the time.
He's right.

We're outmanned, outgunned,
and nearly out of ammo.

We need an exit.
Any ideas?

*

JACK:
Spaghetti

MacGYVER:
Eyes on the bad guys, Jack.

Okay. Jack, open the door.
I'll roll out the stove.

The explosion should knock
these guys back,

and once that happens,
run like hell for the car.

Run to the car. Good plan.
Anybody needs to stretch out,

go ahead and do it now.

Oh, there's one catch.

I need someone to shoot a bullet

straight through the grill
of this stove.

While

Well, yeah. Only a well-placed
shot will trigger the explosion.

Otherwise, no boom.

Right. No-no boom,
no bueno. Okay.

No problem.
I got this.

No, no. Who says you're
gonna take the shot?

I mean, we want
to hit it, don't we?

Oh, that's hilarious.
Okay, uh...

All right, ready?
Let's do this.

Whoo.

Nice shot.

Thanks, Jack. That was
big of you to admit.

No. I was
complimenting myself.

MAN:
Let's move, people! Get 'em!

Go! Go! Go!

You're lucky.

A couple of inches to the left

it would've shattered
your collarbone.

All right, I think we're clear.

I'd like to circle back
to my earlier comment,

about Nikki leading
us into a trap.

If that was a trap, Jack,

why am I the
only one bleeding?
Mm-hmm.

She's right. They were
shooting at all of us.

Nikki was a target, too.

I hate to admit it,
but Mac's got a point.

That was a kill squad,
not a rescue team.

Okay, fine. Against my better
judgment, I will concede

that it's possible that
Nikki's telling the truth.

But if there is a mole,
then how did he know

where Nikki's lockbox was

And-and while I'm asking
unanswerable questions,

if Chrysalis destroyed
all of Nikki's evidence,

what's our next
move to catch him?

Can you still contact Chrysalis?
Yeah.

Operatives use a special
encrypted network

to communicate
with each other.

I can still access it.
Good.

You're gonna reach out
to him and blackmail him.

With what?

He destroyed all the
evidence I had against him.

We know that; he doesn't.

You can tell him
you have another copy,

and he'll have to believe you.

Okay, fine.

Even if he believes
she made another copy,

he still has to believe
she has a good reason

to blackmail him.
MacGYVER:
Well, luckily, she does.

Her CIA handler is dead.

Which means she can't prove
she's been deep cover

for the CIA.
MacGYVER: Right.
And if she can't

can't come in from the cold,

and the Organization
wants her dead...

Then she'd have
to go on the run.

Precisely.

Which is why Nikki
will offer

to sell the evidence
to Chrysalis

for $2 million.

And if Nikki demands
to meet in person,

I'm guessing Chrysalis will try
and show up and kill her.

Oh. Yeah.
Okay, I gotcha.

Oh, good.

We're gonna use me as bait.

Boom.

We turned Paradise Lost
into Paradise found.

That was not easy
to get ahold of.

What led you to believe that any
of this would be easy, Wilt?

Okay. You got your moldy book.

Now tell us what you know
about Chrysalis.

S. A.

37, 41,

19, 11,

65, 14,

96, ten, ten,

double zero,

seven.

What the hell is this?

International bank account
number the Organization used

to pay me.
If Chrysalis is in fact

working for them,
that is the account

that the money
will be coming from.

A bank account?
That's your lead?

Guard. I'm done.

Oh, guard...
Wait a minute, Murdoc,
you can't just...

Your naiveté is adorable.

You made a deal with the devil.

Did you really think
it was gonna be fair?

RILEY:
Oh. Here we go.

I found the financial
institution the Organization

is using to wash their money.

Can you hack in?

Depends on your definition
of the word "in."

I'm on their network,

but I can't get
root kernel access.

Okay. Now I just feel like
you're hazing the new guy.

What does that mean?

Well, it's bad.

Even if I could hack in, this
company protects their clients

from cyber theft by deleting
all transaction records

every 24 hours.

Murdoc just sold us a dead-end.

Actually...

maybe not. Where's
this place located?

New York.

Then we're all good.

U.S. law requires
financial institutions

to maintain records
for three years.

Which means somewhere
in that company's HQ,

there has to be paper
copies of every transaction.

How do you know all this?

My uncle used to own
an accounting firm

and my mom made me
work for him... a lot.

Wasted many a summer filing.

Well, when this helps us
bring down the mole,

remind me to thank your mom.

This is the location
you trust for the sting?

Absolutely.
Clear lines of sight

to every entry and exit,
plenty of cover.

And this way, if we get
double-crossed again,

we do it in style.

NIKKI:
Hey, there...

Charles. My friends
and I need a room for the night.

Had to be the
honeymoon suite.

So, how do we contact Chrysalis,
anyways?

You don't have a computer.

Sure we do. I'm good with
a keyboard, remember?

What do you want the message
to Chrysalis to say?

The lockbox was a copy.

If you want
the originals,

price is $2 million.
In person.

Non-negotiable.

NIKKI:
Okay.

Now what?

Now we wait.

*

Between us,

we have about three,

three and a half clips.

Give or take a round.

So we're running low then.

Yeah. Yeah, we're running low.

Not Naples low, but low.

You remember Naples?

Of course I remember Naples.

That's where you bet me
you'd save my life

more times than I'd save yours.

And I believe I won that bet,
didn't I?

You absolutely did not.

We were tied... and then I
pulled you out of that Jeep

before the Minigun shredded it.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. That's right.

I still owe you dinner
in Positino, don't I?

What?

Positano.

:
Whatever.

It's never too late,
you know, Sarah.

I, um...

Positano's where Jeff's
taking me on our honeymoon.

That's great.

No, it is, you know?

You-you always wanted
to go there.

I wanted to go there with you.

I should... go inside
and check the windows.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Sounds like a...
a good idea.

Or we could just stay
on this balcony forever.

Sorry. But I got to do it
or it's gonna get infected.

Ah.
Sorry.

Mac, I never got a chance
to tell you that I'm sorry.

I never meant for
you to get hurt.

I wanted to tell you.

I just thought about
telling you so many times.

It's the hardest op
I've ever worked.

I could pretend
I turned,

I could pretend
I didn't care...

...but I couldn't pretend
that I stopped loving you.

RILEY:
Are you sure
this is gonna work?

BOZER:
Oh, hell no.

I've never done anything
like this before.

But, in theory, it should,
as long as you're 100% sure

the employee ID photos
you stole off their network

belong to people
who still work here.

Yes. They still work here,
but I'm not 100% sure

the e-mail I sent them
saying the office is closed

for fumigation
will keep them away.

Is it always this itchy?
Yes.

But don't scratch.

No way to explain why
your chin fell off.

Hold still.

Have a nice day.

An hour late.

Whoever Chrysalis is,

punctuality isn't one
of his strong suits.

Anybody want to take bets
on what this dude looks like?

Huh?

Don't worry, Mac,

if he's a big fella,

I'll take him.

I got a lot of sleep last night.

What is that supposed to mean?

Nothing. You just looked
a little tired this morning.

Like you didn't do
too much sleeping.

Jack, let's keep this line open

for mission critical
communication.

I second that.

Yeah, sorry, Nikki,

you don't get a vote.

Okay. Here we go again.

MAN: Come on, let's go.

MAN 2:
Let me see your hands!

Go! This way!

I thought she told him
to come alone.

I did.

Wait, we know these guys.

They work for us at the Phoenix.

What the hell's going on?

MacGyver!

Dalton!

Whatever this is...

...it's over.

Okay, I hacked this door

and their security cams
to cover our tracks.

But that's where
the hacking ends.

So, what's your
plan for finding

the Organization's financial
records in all of this?

I don't have one.

But this is literally
why everything is
digitized nowadays.

You can't run a keyword
search on a box of files.

You can't, but I can.

I may not be much
of a spy yet,

but I was one hell
of an accounting file clerk.

I'm about to show this terminal
digit filing system who's boss.

A'ight.

THORNTON: Two hours ago, Phoenix
intercepted six encrypted

messages between Nikki
and her Organization.

This whole mole hunt
has been a ruse cooked up to

waste government resources,

destroy the careers
of three top agents.
MacGYVER: That's impossible.

Chrysalis could have faked
those texts...
There is

no Chrysalis, man.
Didn't you hear

what Patti just said?
Nikki's been lying

to us
the whole time,

just like she did before.

So just how screwed are we?

All I know is
Nikki is going to prison.

As for you three...

I would postpone
your wedding, Agent Adler.

You'll be in mandatory
debriefing for weeks.

My first official mission,
and it was a success.

I can't wait to tell Jack and...

Mac.

Whoa, whoa.

What's going on?

Nikki was lying.
There is no mole.

Nah. That's impossible.

Trust me,
tried that.

Didn't work.

No, Bozer's right.
There is a mole.

We found
proof.

The Organization has
been paying someone

under an alias established
by the U.S. government

for at least
three years.

We just don't know
who it is yet.

You're making my brain hurt.

If there really
is a Chrysalis,

then how come nobody showed up
to our sting?

What?

I think I just figured out
who the mole is.

I just got word
from Oversight.

They're coming in person
to discuss your situation.

I'm afraid I
won't be allowed

to see you again afterward,
so I...

I wanted to
wish you both

good luck.

Good luck.

That's-that's funny.

We were about to say
the same thing to you.

MacGYVER:
Oversight is coming,

but not for us.

What the hell is going on?

JACK: Well, you
were right, Patti.

We screwed up. Big-time.

Disobeying orders, harboring

a fugitive.
But you did

get one thing very wrong.

Our sting operation worked.

MACGYVER:
Someone did show up.

You.

Ever since
Nikki escaped,

you've been
trying to keep me

from going
after her.

You said,
"Let other agents handle it."

I was concerned for you.

You were being
emotionally compromised.

And then there was the cookout
at the cabin.

That was a lot of fun.
SARAH:
We took great pains

to make sure we weren't being
tracked or followed.

And I'm pretty good
at that.

JACK: Yeah,
we all are.

RILEY: But you could've
been listening in

when Mac called us about
the evidence in Nikki's lockbox.

And...

when I turned on Nikki's phone
at the gas station,

our current location popped up
on Phoenix's radar.

Your radar.

Just for a moment.

We were still a few hours
away from the cabin.

So not many people could've
guessed where we were headed.

Only other person that knew
our history there was you.

So you sent operatives
from the Organization

to destroy Nikki's evidence
before we got there.

I can't believe you're buying
into this conspiracy theory

without even a shred of proof.

BOZER:
But we do have proof.

Riley?

The Organization has wired
millions into a Cayman Islands

bank account, which we
traced to a holding company

which led
to an alias.

And a little birdie at the NSA
told me that that alias

belongs
to you.

You are Chrysalis.

Turns out Nikki was telling
the truth the whole time.

The only person lying was you.

Patricia Thornton,

you have the right
to remain silent.

I know my damn rights.

NIKKI:
Then let's go.

BOZER: I'm gonna just come out
and say it.

That was some freaky, dark side,
Snowden stuff right there.

RILEY: I didn't know Thornton
as long as you guys did,

but I never thought she'd
be arrested for treason.

BOZER: What in the world
would make her do

something like this?
MacGYVER: Money.

Ideology.

Nah, I think it's
a mixture of both,

with a whole lot of
disillusionment thrown in.

She's smart.
She's not gonna say anything.

So we may never know the truth.

MacGYVER: So instead of Nikki
being a traitor for a few months

and me not knowing, it was
Thornton for a few years.

Don't feel bad.
None of us had a clue.
RILEY: Yeah.

That's a lot worse.

But at least we caught
Thornton, right?

So... partial credit?

Oh, I think there's
more guilt than credit

going around on
this one, Bozer.

Any idea what happens now?

MacGYVER:
That's up to Oversight.

Oh. Maybe Oversight can help
you figure that one out.

Good luck.

Hey.

"Hey"?

That's it?

You always did have
a way with words, Mac.

You got me shot,

broke my heart,
made me feel like I was crazy,

and now you're gonna make fun
of me?

And I'm really

gonna enjoy it.

So, what's
your current status?

I mean,
are you gonna be joining us?

Not until
the job's done.

You got Thornton.
My assignment

was to take down the
Organization, not just the mole.

But we're not really
talking about work, are we?

I'd say we should
go to the cabin

for a little weekend getaway,

but... it's full
of bullet holes now.

And it needs a new stove.

Maybe we just take it one day
at a time,

see how that goes.

Whatever happens,

we'll always have Cairo.

Please be seated.

Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today

to join in the sight of God
Sarah and Jeff

in the holy bonds
of matrimony.

You okay, man?

We can split anytime you want.

Man, I been shot at
by terrorists,

tortured on three
different continents,

and landed a plane
with no wings and no engine.

I ain't fleeing some wedding

just 'cause I'm...
a little uncomfortable.

And now, if anyone can show
just cause why

these two
may not be joined,

they may speak now
or forever hold their peace.

* If I leave you
it doesn't mean *

Then, by the power
vested in me,

I now pronounce you
husband

and wife.

* When you get up
in the morning *

* And you see that crazy sun

* Keep me in your heart
for a while *

* There's a train
leaving nightly called *

* When all is said and done

* Keep me in your heart
for a while *

* These wheels keep turning

* But they're running
out of steam *

* Keep me in your heart
for a while *

* Sha-la-la-la-la...

Hey, can I be honest
with you, man?

Of course.

This week has sucked

for me, man.

Yeah.

Yeah, it has.

Want to go order pizza
and watch Die Hard?

O.G. or the sequels?

O.G. I know how much you like
the original.
Yeah, yeah.

Welcome to the party, pal.

* Keep me in your heart
for a while. *