05x14 - H2O + Orthophosphates + Mission City + Corrosion + Origins

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Previously on MacGyver...

It's in the tear gas.

What's in the tear gas?

Nanoscopic tracking devices passively dispersed in gaseous particles.

Number of people we have to save just grew exponentially.

And that number includes us.

MACGYVER: There's something wrong with my hands.

BOZER: It's the nano-trackers.

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

Basically, the nano-trackers have been forming a plaque in Mac's brain.

So while Mac's mind may be working fine, his hands aren't getting the message.

What's the plan to find the Broker?

We already found him.

Parker, meet our nanobot broker.

Now we just wait to see who he reaches out to.

Who's there?

- (SILENCED g*nsh*t)

- (GRUNTS, PANTING)

I didn't tell anybody.

- Nobody knows about the nano...

- (SILENCED g*nsh*t)

No!

No, no, no.

No more numbness, no other signs of physiological effects, either.

And you've been keeping up with your guided body scan meditations?

Twice a day.

Haven't missed one.

Wish I could say the same for Riley.

She skipped the last two check-ins and I have no idea if she's been doing her meditations.

Really?

She missed our Skee-Ball hang last night, too.

Well, look who the cat dragged in.

RILEY: Bozer, I need you to take the volume all the way down, or I will slice your throat open with my nails.

(TONGUE CLICKING)

- (PHONE VIBRATING)

- Whoa...

Hey, Pops.

How you doing?

I, uh, missed you last night.

Oh, my God, Skee-Ball.

- I forgot.

I'm so sorry, Mac.

- It's okay.

I've been so busy with the Brink.

Oh, the Brink.

The, uh, hacker girls you're mentoring.

Well, they're just hackers.

Sara's nonbinary.

- Gotcha.

- Yeah.

Well, for what it's worth, I think it's great that you are training the next generation of Artemis s.

- (LAUGHS SOFTLY)

- (PHONE RINGS)

Well, at least I get to see you at these check-ins.

Well, for now.

It's only a matter of time before Bozer figures out how to get these things out of us, right?

Yeah.

BOZER: I love you, Pop.

What is it?

Auntie Pamela.

She's dead.

(EXHALES)

♪♪ BOZER: Auntie Pamela wasn't my biological aunt, but she was family.

She helped raise me.

And Mac after he moved in with us.

I can't believe she's gone.

Going home always carries some baggage, huh?

Yes.

Mission City is where Mom d*ed and Dad left.

But, well, Auntie and growing up with the Bozers was the good part about this place.

- You're gonna love them.

- What are they like?

Ah, they're the warmest, kindest people you'll ever meet.

We talked to your grandfather, and he agreed that since he leaves town so much for his job, it might be a better idea if you came to live with us.

LAURETTA: So what do you think, Angus?

How'd you like to be a part of our family?

- (LAUGHS)

- BOZER: Yeah.

Now we're brothers for life!

Milton was a career cop turned detective.

And Lauretta, after we left the nest, she ran for city council, and she's been repping the district for ten years.

- Oh.

- BOZER: That's why she's always up in my business about moving home and being a community leader.

(SCOFFS)

She does not like my cover story.

Boze, I know it's hard that you can't tell them what you really do, but I'm sure she's really proud of you.

Yeah.

You'll see.

BOZER: Hey.

There they are.

(LAUGHTER)

Oh!

Oh, Lord.

- My boys are home.

- Hey, Mama.

- Whoa.

Hey.

- Hey, son.

- Hi, Lauretta.

- Good to see you, Dad.

- MILTON: You, too.

- LAURETTA: Mmm.

- Oh.

- (LAUGHTER)

Hey.

Good to see you both.

Ah.

And you must be Desi.

I've heard so much about you.

- Hi.

- Uh, no.

This is a hugging house, so you might as well get used to it.

- Come here.

- (LAUGHTER)

- That's right, we hug around here.

- No.

Yeah.

It's so nice to meet you, and I'm very sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

So what happened to Auntie?

Mom said it was an accident?

Her car drove off the road and into Mission River.

Which I just can't understand.

I mean, Pam was such a good driver.

(EXHALES)

I'm gonna stay focused.

So much to do before the funeral.

How can we help?

There are some tables in the basement.

I need them set up in the back.

Yeah, we're on it.

That's why we came.

Thank you.

- Yeah.

- So...

What kind of thinking are y'all doing at that think t*nk of yours?

- Here it comes.

- What?

I am just asking about your work like an interested and engaged parent.

And as someone who can't believe you actually get paid to think.

We do a lot more than that, Ma.

Oh, I'm sure, you're probably in a lot of meetings where you guys just talk about what you're thinking.

Maybe write some of it down.

Text each other?

- (LAUGHS)

- Text each...

Can I at least get inside and take my shoes off first?

- Absolutely.

- Okay.

RILEY: Were you able to find the supplier who gave the nano-trackers to the Broker?

No, but the intel that we found led us to a new theory, that the nano-trackers may have come from the U.S.

TAYLOR: Unfortunately, we can't wait for my return to test that theory.

PARKER: Navala is the pharmaceutical company that makes Rimaxitran, an anticoagulant for treating blood vessel, heart, and lung conditions.

And they're also making nano-trackers right here in Los Angeles?

We don't know that for certain.

What we do know is that the Broker was in communication with that company.

The tech team has already tried to hack into Navala's servers to determine who was on the receiving end of that communication, but their security is rock solid.

A strong possibility is Navala's CEO Dr. Bosco Fox.

He's almost pathologically ambitious, and he's been very outspoken about international politics.

He was recently quoted as saying "Those who master science will become masters of the human race".

Sounds like some serious mad scientist talk if you ask me.

And Rimaxitran is beyond profitable.

Big Pharma companies like this always channel their profits into R&D.

Yes, like creating that nanotech.

And he certainly had the resources to order a professional hit like the one that k*lled the Broker.

But how do we get close enough to investigate?

Even his personal cell phone has ten layers of encryption.

We go directly to him.

And I think I know just the way.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Would you like a sandwich?

Well, it sounds like she did everything.

From working full-time as an accountant to volunteering at the library.

She was serving on the civilian oversight committee that was formed after the Black Lives Matter protests

- here in Mission City.

- Really?

What were they working on?

MILTON: Uh, discussions around police reform and the allocation of resources.

MACGYVER: Oh, you mean defunding the police.

How did she feel about you being a police officer?

Well, she had strong opinions, you know, she came at me more than once.

But I always tried to make her understand the duality I live.

I mean, as a Black man and father, I want to address systemic racism in Mission City and across the nation.

Excuse me a second.

Nice!

MILTON: Just in time for dinner.

How was the library?

It was good.

Angus MacGyver?

Thank you, Auntie Pamela.

You hear that?

- I'm his Auntie now, too.

- (CHUCKLES)

Who are those kids over there?

(CHILDREN SHOUTING PLAYFULLY)

Oh.

(CHUCKLES)

Your Auntie, she started a reading hour over at the library where she would read different books by diverse authors, and, uh, those are some of her regulars.

That's so great.

So Auntie.

And speaking of the library, they're dedicating the new reading garden to her next week and they've, um, asked friends and family to write messages of remembrance on bricks that are gonna surround it and... maybe you can do one before you leave?

Of course.

Absolutely.

Thank you.

A memorial reading garden sounds lovely.

What do you think you'll write on your brick?

Uh, I don't know.

Um...

I'm thirsty, though.

Are you thirsty?

I'm gonna go grab some drinks.

MILTON: So, any word on the phone?

ASATO: Not yet, but you know, we rarely find personal material when the car ends up in a river.

I know, but the coroner's report mentioned something was off.

I just want to make sure there's no foul play.

- Yeah.

- MACGYVER: You talking about Auntie's case?

I, uh, thought her death was ruled an accident.

Angus.

See you.

Well, if you, uh, if you need some help, I could take a look at the case file.

It'd be like old times.

MILTON: Tell me, what do you know about barium, lead and antimony?

On the periodic table, barium is Ba, lead is Pb and antimony is Sb.

Ah.

But did you know they are also the three elements of g*nsh*t residue?

See, the vapors released when you fire a b*llet solidifies into particles that get stuck on people's clothes.

So if you find barium, lead and antimony on someone's clothes, you know they fired a g*n.

Exactly.

You're a natural gumshoe.

That was a long time ago.

I got this.

I just want to take another look, make sure there's nothing I'm missing.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hey, Ma?

- Hmm?

Do you know who this guy is?

Mm-mm.

Maybe a friend from Pam's work?

(CAR DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE STARTS)

Huh.

That a police file?

Where'd you get that?

I took it out of Milton's bag.

Something's wrong with Auntie's case.

What do you mean?

They found her body and her car in Mission River, but the police believe that she was distracted by her phone and drove off the road, but they never found her phone.

- Mac, I don't think you should be looking...

- And they found chlorine residue in the water in her lungs.

Well, there's probably all sorts of chemicals in Mission River.

Not at this concentration.

This is more consistent with a treated body of water, like a swimming pool.

How could water like that get into her lungs?

Maybe she didn't drown in Mission River.

Maybe she drowned somewhere else.

And somebody moved her body to make it look like an accident?

If that's true...

It means that Auntie was m*rder*d.

_ But with the unique encryption code, hacking the server should only take minutes.

Good point, good point.

But what if...

what if you don't have the encryption code in advance?

You steal it.

(SCATTERED LAUGHTER)

That would land you back in juvie.

I would never get caught.

Famous last words.

(PHONE CHIMES)

- We'll pick this up tonight.

- _ (PHONE RINGS)

Hey, Mac.

How's Mission City?

I'm investigating what I think could be a m*rder, but in order to prove that the location where the body was found isn't the place where the crime took place, I need to locate a missing phone somewhere in town.

Okay.

Yeah, Mac, I'll do it, just...

just give me the deets.

Bye.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

- Hey.

- Hey, I just asked Riley to, uh, locate Auntie's phone.

That's smart.

If we can find the phone, it could lead us to the actual crime scene.

That's what I'm thinking.

Maybe we should get your dad involved.

He is a detective.

Not yet.

I-I want to find out more about what happened to Auntie first.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

No way.

She found it.

- I got to go.

- Yeah, we're coming with you.

Yeah.

Where you going?

Something from work came up.

We got to go do a thing.

Not you.

I need your help

- at the rec center today.

- But it's for my job.

Well, I'm sure they don't need three people to do this urgent thinking.

Now I got a group of young aspiring filmmakers that want to hear from one of their own.

And that would be...

- Who?

- You!

We'll catch up later.

You two have fun, okay?

All right.

Dang, man, you never let me have no fun.

(DOOR CLOSES)

RILEY: Parker, I'm here at Navala.

What's next, you sequence my DNA?

FOX: (CHUCKLES)

Don't worry, our DNA sequencer is down right now.

When my head recruiter told me that Artemis is seeking new employment, I just had to arrange a meeting.

My hacker days are behind me.

I'm looking to settle down, professionally.

Dr.

Bosco Fox.

Pleased to meet you.

Tell me, why does one of the most infamous hackers of their generation want to work for my little pharmaceutical company?

I'd hardly call this company little.

Part of me going legit is looking for a home that will allow me to rise to my full potential.

And we both know the future is in the marriage of tech and pharma.

Exactly.

Well, I can say without hesitation that we would be honored to have your exceptional talent at our company.

Aw.

Let me show you around.

DESI: I can't believe Riley found Pamela's phone so fast.

I know, I thought it would lead us to where Auntie was k*lled, but there's clearly no treated body of water around here.

Plus, the phone's movement doesn't match anyone around us.

It's not moving that fast.

It's...

like it's flowing with water.

In a...

pipe.

It's in the storm sewer system.

Stretches of lead pipe would intermittently block the signal.

That's probably why the police couldn't find it earlier.

I see it!

Out of reach, but we can pick it up at the next stop.

Well, it's in the gutter.

How does it still have a signal?

I have no idea.

But I'm not gonna question it.

Here, can you, uh... help me?

(GRUNTS)

♪♪ MACGYVER: Using a hollow pipe and some rope, you can build a simple catch pole that functions the same way as the ones used by animal control officers.

Add a plastic bag to the end of that catch pole and you've made the perfect device for skimming a phone off the surface of moving water.

All right, let me know when it's close.

- Yeah.

- (PHONE BLIPPING)

Well, the phone's almost here.

- I see it, I see it, I see it.

- Close, yeah.

Yeah, got it!

Ah!

Waterproof case.

Thank goodness.

What was Auntie up to?

Hopefully there's something on here that could help explain what really happened to her.

And this is our nanotechnology team.

They're working on the use of nanobots in medicine.

Nanobots?

Really?

The potential of this technology is really limitless.

Once introduced into the body, nanobots can be used as sensors to collect health data in real-time, dispense medication with specific dosage and timing.

They can even be instructed to sequence your DNA to allow for medical treatment customized to your unique molecular makeup.

Sounds powerful.

And dangerous.

All of mankind's greatest achievements were called dangerous at some point.

But don't worry.

These are just...

prototypes.

And what are the applications in other fields?

Defense?

Security?

We're strictly focused on medical applications.

Oh, come on, you're running a business here.

I'm su...

I'm sure you've considered other ways in which these could be used to increase profits.

I want to make people healthier.

I didn't consider how this could increase profits.

I considered how it could change the world.

Come... look at this.

We're testing the use of nanobots in prosthetic limbs to simulate the sensation of human touch.

She can feel that?

FOX: They're integrating with her brain.

And telling her mind what it feels like.

They can be programmed to transmit all types of sensations.

Kind of sounds like mind control.

A matter of perspective.

And how long do these nanobots last once they're in the body?

They're designed to stay in the body indefinitely.

They're just a vessel for receiving all types of health-saving programs.

Shall we continue?

Actually, I have to go.

But you've given me a lot to think about.

I'll be in touch.

BOZER: I got to admit.

That was pretty cool talking to those kids.

LAURETTA: Mm-hmm, they loved you.

Did you see their faces just light up?

That was sweet.

I'm glad I did it.

But now you know, if you liked that, there is an opening down at the rec center for an assistant director.

I mean, you could create all kind of programs.

And inspire the next generation.

Ma, I already have a job.

At a think t*nk, I know.

I didn't raise you to be a thinker.

- I raised you to be a doer.

- Ma.

LAURETTA: Because the way I see it, there is no higher calling than going back and giving back to the community that made you.

There's a stop sign.

Stop sign!

- BOZER: Hold on!

- LAURETTA: What are you doing?!

Slow down!

(HORN HONKS)

(LAURETTA GRUNTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- Dial Mac!

- (STAMMERS)

Dial Mac and put it on speaker!

- I can't...

Okay...

- Hit the send button!

The send...

Stop dr...

M-Mom!

(TRUCK HORN BLARES)

(LAURETTA GRUNTS)

Hey, Boze, are you with your mom?

Somebody is chasing us!

They're gonna catch up to us!

Can you find a spot to pull an S-hook swerve and duck?

S-hook.

That could work.

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

Your wig crooked.

The hell you expect?

Now what was that about?!

Mac, any idea why they were chasing us?

Yes.

We found Auntie's phone.

And based on the evidence on it, they're coming after Lauretta next.

This trip alarm should do the trick.

(JINGLING)

- (CAR DOOR CLOSES)

- MILTON: Are you okay?

Hey, yeah.

We're okay.

I just figured...

mm!

Whoever was after me wouldn't think to look at Grandpa Mac's old cabin.

Who's after you?

I don't know.

Somebody want to tell me what the hell's going on?

We found Auntie's phone.

On it, evidence she was investigating some kind of water pollution conspiracy.

She had emails from the labs about the water samples she was testing for pollutants.

MACGYVER: We found this text message.

"Whatever you think you've found, drop it.

If you go to the cops or the city council, we'll know".

I don't think she did stop, found evidence of water pollution, and somebody k*lled her to cover it up.

I need to loop my colleagues in on this.

- They'll know if we go to the cops.

- MACGYVER: Agreed.

I think we need to be discreet.

And the best way to do that is to finish Auntie's investigation ourselves.

We keep it in the family.

For now.

Show me what you've got.

Are you sure Pamela didn't mention anything about the investigation?

Well, I wish she had.

Maybe she'd still be alive.

Or maybe you'd be dead, too.

Whoever was tailing us was a pro.

The kind of fixer hired to make problems go away without a trace.

You have a lot of experience being chased by professional fixers, huh?

Wait, this is interesting.

Overtime approvals for...

MCPD unis.

Well, yeah, I-I saw that, but I thought it was just work from her job at the oversight committee.

Well, maybe not.

I mean, those unis were monitoring a special works project outside a Celes Engine plant.

Celes?

That's right off of Mission River.

So then Auntie must have suspected that they were polluting the river.

That sounds like a lead.

- And if it were, you'd know where to look, right?

- Yeah.

Okay, take Desi with you, check it out.

I'll wait with Wilt and make sure Lauretta's safe in the meantime.

You've got this, gumshoe.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Riley, there you are.

What happened?

Yeah, sorry about that.

Was a little freaked out about everything I saw on the tour.

- I'm fine now.

- I heard everything over comms.

I can't imagine what you're going through.

You were in the belly of the beast.

But I do know what it's like to not feel comfortable in your own body.

I just want to get these things out of me.

Well, the tech Dr. Fox was describing is too similar to the nano-trackers in your system to be a coincidence.

We need hard evidence before we can move against them.

So let's swipe their prototypes.

Compare them to my blood sample.

We have to assume Navala's nanobots have the same tracking capabilities as the ones inside you.

Which means Navala would know if they were stolen.

Smart play would be to develop an asset on the inside.

So let's get it.

I know the layout of their building now.

We can get what we need off their servers.

Navala's security is as high-tech as their R&D.

And even if we could get past it, you've used your real identity for access.

You're in their system now.

They'll see you coming a mile away.

It won't be me.

I know the perfect crew for a job like this.

_ MACGYVER: Quickest way to find out

- if they're polluting the river

is to check on their hydro processing center.

See that?

No handles on the doors, which means it only unlocks by motion sensor on the inside.

Okay, well, blow my mind, Houdini.

Or should I call you gumshoe?

Hey, that nickname was hard-earned.

Okay, well, that I have to hear.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, when I first moved in with the Bozers, Milton would sometimes bring his cases home.

Saw that I was fascinated and indulged my curiosity.

Now, I was no Lemony Snicket, but I actually managed to help him with a couple big solves.

Sounds like he was lucky to have you.

No, I was the lucky one.

Just one of the many ways the Bozers stepped up when I moved in to make me feel like I was a part of the family.

Milton would let me help him with his work, Lauretta signed me up for every science fair that she could find...

... and Auntie would take me to the library whenever I wanted.

You and Auntie's special place is the library.

No wonder the memorial brick is so...

loaded.

Yeah, well, I can't really think about that right now.

Not until I find out who k*lled her.

I owe her that much.

Most secure exits use passive infrared sensors that detect heat and movement in order to unlock. Fortunately for us, it can't differentiate between someone moving inside or, say, a cloud of vapor slipping through the cracks.

(HISSING)

That should be the water processing center console there.

Just give me a second.

The plant just installed a state-of-the-art water reclamation center.

It only reuses recycled water.

They've gone full green.

But if the factory isn't behind the water conspiracy, why would Auntie Pamela be looking into them?

- I don't know.

- FOREMAN: Hey!

You're not authorized to be there.

Give me one reason why I shouldn't call the police.

Well, for the same reasons we're not gonna report the code violations that we've witnessed here today.

Quality control?

Corporate didn't say anything about a visit.

That would defeat the purpose.

Lucky for you, we're not here on an inspection.

We're actually investigating a claim about water quality.

They finally sent somebody out about that, huh?

- Do you mind walking us through it?

- It's all in my report.

A few months ago, engine parts started corroding after the pressure wash.

We were using Mission City municipal water, but when we contacted the city about it, they denied the problem.

What about the special works project outside the plant?

That's to switch to the neighboring township water supply.

But the crazy thing is, the company that's treating the water for Mission City actually paid for the whole thing.

Can we get a look at that report?

LAURETTA: I'm telling you, you should have seen him.

He was driving like Evel Knievel.

Where'd you learn to drive like that, son?

Uh, stunt driving school.

(PHONE BEEPING)

The perimeter alarm.

Take your mother and hide.

- I'll distract them.

- Dad, no.

Don't argue with me.

Go, go.

You're trespassing on private property and intimidating an officer of the law.

We don't want any trouble from you, Detective.

But do we need to talk to your wife.

We need that orthophosphate report her friend gave her.

She's not here.

(CHUCKLES)

Then who were you just talking to?

I'll deal with him.

Search outside, she couldn't have gone far.

It's okay, it's okay.

Just...

- relax.

- (ALARM BEEPING)

- What the... ?

- (g*nsh*t)

BOZER: Pops, down here.

Breathe through this, follow me.

- MILTON: Did you set the house on fire?

- BOZER: No.

I used one of Mac's old smoke bombs to trigger the alarm.

Your shoulder.

Is it okay?

I'm fine.

Where's your mother?

- (HORN HONKING)

- (g*nf*re)

What are you waiting for, chauffeur service?

Get in!

(g*nf*re CONTINUES)

So the factory's not the one covering it up?

No.

Something's off with the municipal water supply, and, uh, a company called Oasa Industries is trying to sweep it under the rug.

They even covered the cost to disconnect the factory from city water in order to keep it quiet.

But what are they hiding?

What do they think you know that's worth k*lling over?

MILTON: Well, they weren't asking what she knows, it was more about what they think she has, an orthophosphates report.

Do you specifically remember them saying "orthophosphates"?

Yeah.

Why?

I know what Oasa Industries is trying to cover up.

River water, it...

may seem like a cheap and bountiful source, but it's notoriously harder to treat for proper corrosion control.

That's what orthophosphates are used in?

Yeah.

Oasa probably thought that skipping them was an easy way to save money.

It is.

But they didn't account for years of forest fire runoff that's made the river more acidic.

And as that water flows through miles of aging infrastructure, it eats away at the shielding that's inside of the pipes.

DESI: Mac, you said that Mission City used lead pipes.

- So that protection...

- Was the only thing stopping toxic amounts of lead from leaching into Mission City's drinking water.

You don't mean like what happened in Flint, Michigan?

The town is slowly being poisoned.

So many families are drinking that water.

So many children.

Well, we can't let them get away with this.

If we act now, we can minimize the damage, we can stop more people from getting hurt.

But we're gonna need that report, and a-a water sample from where Auntie was k*lled.

I'll go with you.

What about Auntie's evidence?

LAURETTA: Well, if it's something that she gave to me, I know where it is: city hall.

Let's go get it and let's end this.

Delivery for a Lisa Winterhalder?

You can leave it here.

Is there a bathroom I can use?

Sorry, employees only.

Okay, uh, I don't mean to be gross, but I'm kind of having an "emergency".

So, uh, if you don't want this marble looking like a crime scene...

Thanks.

RILEY: Cameras are down.

You're clear.

Approaching the stairs.

Third floor, follow the hall, take a left.

(LOCK BUZZES)

♪♪ Ah...

- Easy-peasy, dudes are sleazy.

- Don't get cocky.

- You're not done yet.

- (LOCK BUZZES)

(WHISPERS): There's someone still here.

- What?

- Everyone should be done for the day.

Sara, what do I always say?

People can be hacked, too.

- (SNAPPING FINGERS)

- Yes, yes.

Hang tight, Brooklyn.

We're handling it.

That's good.

You've got this.

(THUDS SOFTLY)

I think I just gave myself away.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

I can't go back to juvie.

- (PHONE CHIMING)

- I can't.

RILEY: You're almost there.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(EXHALES)

I'll never get cocky again.

MACGYVER: I couldn't figure out the chlorine levels in Auntie's lungs before, but it's roughly equivalent to what's found in treated water before it travels through the pipes.

So, if we can match a fresh sample from this to what was found in her lungs, we have our crime scene.

Spoken like a true detective.

Well, I learned from the best.

I'm not sure I meant that as a compliment.

Detectives have a way of disassociating their feelings and their emotions from their investigation.

Yeah.

I can't even begin to process what happened until after we solve this.

But after you do, would you begin to process then?

Or just find another problem that needs solving?

When you moved in with us, you were in shock.

You wouldn't talk... barely eating.

Wasn't until that one night, I caught you watching me study that case file I brought home.

You took to it like a moth to a flame.

(LAUGHS): I remember.

It was actually you who taught me that solving problems could help people.

And helping you was what gave me purpose back then.

You had a very scientific mind, you couldn't turn it off.

And I realized that you needed problems to fixate on, but problems you could solve.

Otherwise you'd focus on problems you couldn't solve, like why your mom d*ed.

Or why your dad left.

I think that's still true.

I was giving you a tool.

But I'm afraid you've made it a crutch, moving from problem to problem, never processing the trauma you've been distracting yourself from.

You know what?

I-I think this is it, right here.

I just need a few things to prove my hypothesis.

♪♪ Oh, yeah.

You need a live wire?

Yeah, so, the conductivity test will determine acidity.

But first, these tablets will test for the presence of orthophosphates.

Red means that they're absent, blue means

- that they're actually...

- You know what?

Just do your thing.

Now we just let those settle and we'll know for sure.

MAN: I don't think that's necessary.

Searching the premises without a warrant, you lose your badge.

Well, actually, these are public utilities on lease.

So as per city bylaws, I am well within my jurisdiction.

Hmm.

No orthophosphates.

Which means you're under arrest.

(WHISTLES)

I don't see any backup to help you enforce that.

You know what, he's right.

Maybe we should listen to him.

We don't want an - on our hands, do we?

I'm putting... putting my w*apon down.

(g*nsh*t)

- (ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)

- (SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

(HEAD CLANGS)

♪♪ Clear.

- .

Burst water main.

This gumshoe picked up some police codes

- solving cases with you.

- (HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

(GRUNTS)

That's for threatening my wife.

We got to get out of here.

(SIGHS)

So, when I was first elected, there were some people who didn't think I...

"deserved" to be here, got me assigned to the worst office.

(CHUCKLES)

Wow, Mrs.

Bozer, I really...

I really love what you did with the place.

(CHUCKLES)

Pam helped me spruce it up.

That's how she found out that the building was connected to the old pneumatic tube system.

No one else used it.

It was our little secret.

You think that's how she sent the report to you?

She would always send me little notes to brighten my day, and...

... I'd be the only one to know to look here.

This has to be the file.

Look, Ma.

Thanks to Auntie...

we're gonna save the whole city.

It's time to finish what she started.

(ALARM BLARING)

Bozer, stay with your mom.

I'll go check it out.

Don't move.

(g*nsh*t)

- No!

- Come on, Ma, let's go!

- (ALARM BLARING)

- (GRUNTS)

Get under here.

- Get...

get under here.

- What?

- And don't come out for any reason.

- (GRUNTS)

- Watch yourself.

- All right.

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

♪♪ BOZER (WHISPERS)

: What would Mac do?

(YELLS)

(YELLS)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

You done picked the wrong mama's boy to mess with.

- Mom!

- What?

I told you not to come out.

- (SCOFFS)

- But I'm so glad you did, Mama.

(SQUEALS)

That's what I'm saying.

Come on.

(GRUNTING)

Oh, whoa!

Oh!

- (GASPS)

- Lauretta.

Oh, thank God it's you.

I didn't have it in me to take down another one.

(GROANS)

Where's Desi?

- (SCREAMS)

- Whoa!

You guys all right down there?

- She's got my blessing.

- (CHUCKLES)

♪♪ Making coffee with bottled water.

Guess it's the new normal, huh?

MILTON: That was the chief.

The president of Oasa Industries, all their fixers, everyone involved in the cover-up is being brought up on charges.

It's a good start.

But our work has only just begun.

So, Wilt, you gonna make your mother wait on you hand and foot, or you gonna get in this kitchen and help me make breakfast?

- I'm coming, Mama.

- Come on.

You made a real difference in the community.

I just want you to remember that feeling, okay?

I know what you're getting at, but...

I can't take the job at the rec center.

I just need you to believe me when I say I'm making a difference, even if it's not the way you think I should be.

Oh, I know.

Because you don't work at a think t*nk.

You're a government agent.

- Huh?

Where-where did you...

- (STAMMERS MOCKINGLY)

Oh, uh... ?

Well, you better give your mother some credit.

Look, all the fancy driving, that little move you pulled at the cabin.

Oh, and then the vague think t*nk.

- Come on.

- (SIGHS)

Ma, I wanted to tell you, but...

I'm guessing you couldn't, right?

(SIGHS)

You know, I always wanted to raise a son that understood the importance of giving back.

But now...

I see you paying it forward in a much bigger way.

I couldn't be more proud.

- (WHISPERS): I love you.

- I love you, too.

We spent all night going through Navala's files.

Research, communication, personnel.

- And what did you find out?

- Nothing.

No communication from the Broker.

Nothing that connects Dr. Fox or the company to Banja Luka.

So Dr. Fox is clean?

Navala's a dead end?

No, not exactly.

Security's tight.

The only thing that leaves that building is the people.

So that got us thinking: who's left the building recently and didn't come back?

Meet Orson Marcato.

Left Navala six months ago after some of his more radical proposals were vetoed.

Footage from the day he was fired.

That's the same canister design used for the tear gas in Banja Luka.

Yes.

We even ran his face through facial recognition, and we found this.

MATTY: Orson stole the tech and developed it himself.

PARKER: Then used Banja Luka as his clinical trial.

This is the mastermind we need to find.

Excellent work, both of you.

Actually, it wasn't just us.

In order to pull this off, I had to use the Brink.

We had to move quickly, and they were our best option.

I know you gave me strict orders not to involve them in Phoenix business, so I'm prepared to face the consequences.

TAYLOR: No, you made the right call.

I may have been a little bit hasty in my...

assessment of your collective.

Thanks.

But really, I just want to get this guy and get these things out of me.

MATTY: The lab is doing everything in its power to make that happen, but since the nano-trackers are based on Navala's design, Riley...

they could live in your system indefinitely.

- No.

- TAYLOR: Riley, we will do everything we can to help you and Mac.

The best way to do that is to find Marcato before he executes another trial run.

We will find him, Riley.

I promise.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

- Anybody home?

- (EXHALES)

(KEYS JINGLE)

I still have a key, remember?

Right.

Uh, Desi's at the store.

You want a beer?

No, thanks.

I'm all right.

So...

I wanted to apologize.

Haven't been around much, and when I have,

- I've been distracted.

- Ah.

Truth is, I've been avoiding you.

Like the plague.

Well, that was more direct than I expected.

Mm-hmm.

(CHUCKLES)

After Italy, I...

I just wanted to forget about these things in me.

In both of us.

I thought I was okay...

but after yesterday, I'm more scared than I've ever been.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hey.

I get it.

They scare me, too.

However...

we will get through this, together, I promise.

(SOFTLY): Yeah.

What's this?

That is a brick for Auntie's, uh, memorial garden.

At the Mission City library.

"For showing me how to dream with open eyes, travel without moving my feet, and rest in the power of knowledge.

Love, Angus".

I'm so tired of losing family.

But given what we do, I mean...

I just fear it's always just a matter of time.

You're never gonna lose me.

We're family.

Forever.