MacGyver

Dating is weird.

I mean, my grandfather used to tell me stories

about diners and drive-ins.

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

What's romantic about that?

Don't forget to, uh,

check the corners and around the doorframes,

because the last escape room I did,

they hid the final clue in a corner behind a bookshelf

and I almost ran out of time--

ruined my perfect record.

That's not gonna happen again.

You have to... think outside the box.

Think outside the box?

I might be able to do that.

You know what?

I think there's a symbol over here,

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

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

somewhere in this room.

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

Right.

Black lights aren't actually black.

They're just coated with a special filter

that removes most of the visible spectrum,

allowing only ultraviolet light to pass through.

And they're easy to make using a smartphone's LED

and the magnetic disk from an old 3.5 floppy as the filter.

What are you doing?

Take a look.

you built a black light? How did you do that?

I watch a lot of YouTube videos.

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

The Fool.

Lovers.

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

And then it hits me.

Here I am in a locked room with a beautiful, intelligent woman

and I'm trying to get out?

What am I, crazy?

you're gonna ruin my perfect record.

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

Well, I, um...

I think records were made to be broken.

Mac, what are you doing here?

You're early.

Yeah, I got called back in for work

and I came to pick up a few things.

What is all this?

I thought you might bring Cindy back here.

So I wanted to set the mood a bit.

I even whipped up a little five-star seduction luncheon

to step up your romance game.

I appreciate the help, but...

my game is fine.

Dude. Your have no game, all right?

Trust me, you need my help.

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

I did, but then my boss called and she offered me a promotion:

manager.

More money, better benefits, the whole Pokédex.

That's amazing! Congratulations.

So I quit.

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

I just started thinking.

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

Then what? They promote me to regional manager?

Then after that, VP?

And job security is a bad thing?

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

we're talking a career.

And that was never the plan. I got to chase my dream.

If I want to be a filmmaker, then making films has to be my focus.

So I'm taking a leap of faith.

It's a pretty big leap.

You sure you're ready?

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

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

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

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

I have to take this shot.

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

If that's what you're worried about.

Bozer, I'm not worried about the rent.

I'm actually really impressed.

Chase your dream. I'm proud of you.

Hey, guys.

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

Dang, that smells amazing.

Did he send a fork, too?

There it is.

You okay? Your face is frozen in a creepy smile.

How was it?

How was what? - You know what.

The date.

How do you know?

Are you kidding?

Everyone knows.

We just want details, that's all.

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

Sorry to interrupt your date, Mac, but we have a situation.

Is there anyone in this whole building

that didn't know I was on a date?

No, I think everyone got the memo.

Great.

Guys, as fun as this is,

we are on a clock.

2008, a Mossad operative was murdered in Madrid.

2010, a human rights lawyer in Dubai.

2012, a CIA informant in Tokyo.

All of these high profile assassinations

were carried out by the same man.

This man.

Unidentified hit man known only by his CIA file number:

Suspect 218.

According to Langley,

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

A hit man who texts his victims first?

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

What does that even mean?

Lewis Carroll.

Famous riddle with no real solution.

That's just him taunting his victims. That's all it is.

The CIA received intel

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

But their investigation hit a wall,

so they reached out to us.

Any idea who hired him?

No. And we don't know who the target is, either.

Sounds like we don't know anything.

Actually, we know one thing.

Him.

Rajan Patel.

An Indian diplomat?

Patel landed at LAX 15 minutes ago.

CIA says he's using his diplomatic pouch,

which can't legally be searched,

to smuggle in a dossier on S-218's next target.

So to avoid tipping off his next victim,

S-218 wants the dossier hand delivered.

If the CIA is tracking him, why aren't they moving on him?

My contact suspects he has moles inside the agency.

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

and catch S-218?

This is the biggest lead we've ever had on this guy.

And it might be our last chance to stop him.

Hey, remind me again why people get all dressed up

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

You're not allowed to complain until you're stuck in high heels.

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

I don't fight fair.

Although, I don't see the tactical advantage to me

having this noose around my neck right now.

Oh yeah?

I can see one.

That's funny.

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

I think it's a Chardin.

Yeah?

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

Hey guys, heads up.

Our target has arrived.

He must have the pouch on him somewhere,

but I can't see it.

Keep an eye on everyone he's talking to.

One of them is our hit man.

He's on the move.

I got him.

I lost visual.

I see him, but he's no longer wearing the jacket.

Which is probably where he kept that pouch of goodies.

Where did he leave it?

Anyone have eyes on it?

I see the jacket.

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

That's got to be our guy.

We missed the drop.

He's rabbiting. Let's go!

What are you doing?

Just get him!

Jack, don't touch the rail!

Where is he?

I don't know, man. I came down here and he was gone.

Hang on, wait! He dropped something.

Well, I just found out who the target is.

You.

The diplomat give you anything?

Oh, he didn't want to,

but then Patti threatened his diplomatic immunity.

He sang like a canary.

A canary that knows next to nothing.

Says he was hired anonymously.

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

His instructions were to put the pouch in his jacket

and leave it on a bench at the party.

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

It doesn't matter.

I already know who ordered the hit.

Who?

It was Nikki.