MacGyver

- Next time, get Spicy Ranch. - Whoa!

Best flavor, hands down.

Not that I have anything against barbeque.

Obviously.

Who are you and how did you get in here?

Your alarm system's a joke,

and a toddler could pick your locks.

Jack said you were smart.

So far, I'm not convinced.

You're Jack's friend, uh...

Desiree Nguyen.

Friends call me Dez.

Call me Desi.

Okay.

Desi, you could have knocked.

Wrong.

I've been assigned to protect you,

which starts with assessing your home security.

And... how do I put this gently...

It totally and completely sucks, MacGyver.

Can I be candid?

That was you holding back?

When Jack reached out,

told me he needed a favor, I thought,

"I'll probably hate babysitting

Walking Genius Bar and his friends."

And now?

Now I'm sure of it.

Okay, then why are you here?

I owe Jack.

Owe Jack for what?

Better hurry.

You're gonna be late for work.

Probably... need to put more on than that.

Two quick things.

One, you're out of chips.

And two?

You're dead.

I'm at the gym,

getting in my run, when this woman who looks like

Wonder Woman's stunt double pops out of nowhere, chases me down,

slaps this on my forehead.

Then she disappeared before I even realized what happened.

Huh. Oh, you got off easy.

I was headed to my car when I got jumped

and tossed in my trunk.

- What? - Then I pull the emergency release,

and there she is, staring down at me.

And then she slaps this on my forehead,

talking about "Nice to meet you."

Oh, no.

Well, uh...

I was in the coffee shop.

In the restroom.

Let's just say it was awkward.

- Oh, no. - Is it possible this woman Jack sent us

is even crazier than he is?

Oh, she is absolutely crazier than he is.

Okay, what do we know about her,

besides the fact that she's gonna be my new

- recurring nightmare? - Not much.

- But I'm gonna do some digging. - You dig.

You dig all up in there.

Hey, guys. No.

- You, too? - Yep.

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

Good morning, everybody.

I would like to introduce you to Agent...

We met.

Oh?

Wanted to get introductions out of the way before work started.

Take it she didn't slap one of these

on your forehead this morning, Matty?

Actually, I would have.

But someone follows countersurveillance protocol

when she leaves home in the morning.

Give me time, Director Webber.

I'll get you, too.

Game on.

As for the rest of you, suck less.

While Jack's away and I'm filling in,

your safety is my top priority.

So don't do anything dumb like catch a bullet.

That'd put a real damper on my relationship with Jack.

Since I'm sure you all have a million questions

about who I am,

here.

That's my file.

I figured you were gonna hack it anyway,

so I saved you some time.

Everything is in there, including the dirt,

from my failed op in Palermo

to my suspension in ninth grade

for flooding the high school gym.

- Maybe she is gonna fit in. - Yeah.

Look, Jack told me

how tight you all are,

so I know this will be an adjustment,

'cause I'm not Jack,

and I won't do things the way he did.

You may not like me.

That's fine. I'm not here to be popular.

I am here to make sure

you all come home safely.

That's what I'm gonna do.

Mm... mm-mm...

So...

Matty,

what are we doing today?

Well, since this op came through Mac...

You just gonna let her sit in the chair?

Mac, the floor is yours.

Thank you, Matty.

Okay, so I got a call from my old Army friend, Maria Ramirez,

who is now an ATF field agent and needs our help with an op.

So for years, Maria

and her partner Cody have been trying

and, unfortunately, failing, to take down

a group of weapons smugglers

based in Northern California,

and for some reason, these guys are always a step ahead.

What kind of weapons are they moving?

Ghost guns.

They're called ghost guns

because they're made from parts with no serial numbers,

making it impossible for them to be traced.

I've heard about these.

Big issue for law enforcement.

These guns have killed a lot of people.

That's right. And three hours ago,

Maria got a tip: a massive shipment of these ghost guns

is arriving at the Port of Eureka, California later today.

If these guns hit the streets, a lot of innocent civilians

and police officers will die.

But Maria and Cody are trying to find the shipment of guns

before that can happen

and she needs us as backup.

Okay, but why us?

We have five, ATF has hundreds.

That is because on a couple of recent busts,

Maria arrived to find that the smugglers

had inexplicably moved the product

right before the raid.

Then, some seized weapons

went missing from the ATF evidence locker.

Which can only mean one thing.

Someone in the ATF is working with the smugglers.

And we have no idea who,

which is why Agent Ramirez

can't trust anyone at the Bureau.

But if we stop this shipment,

I believe that we can get enough intel to not only

stop the smuggling ring,

but also smoke out the ATF's double agent.

Since you vouch for Maria, I assume she's not

a double agent, but what do we know about this Cody guy?

Cody is, uh,

not working with the smugglers.

You sound certain.

Trust me.

This is Cody?

One of our most

highly decorated agents.

Practically one of a kind.

If he were human, he'd be heading up

his own division by now.

How you doing?

Nice to see you. Hey, everybody, this is Maria,

She's Cody's handler. She also used to head up

the K-9 unit at Bagram,

where she trained four amazing bomb dogs,

saved a lot of lives.

Yeah, no arguments there.

They were amazing.

But none of them hold a candle to Cody.

He's the best canine I've ever worked with.

Really?

He seems so chill.

Cody, find it.

Ah, well, you're carrying on your right hip

and your ankle.

Yep.

Hell of a sniffer he's got there.

Cody's nose is so sensitive, he once tracked down

a single revolver hidden in a crate of French roast

from 150 yards.

All we have to do is walk through the terminal,

- he'll do the rest. - Okay.

Three terminals down, two to go.

And, uh, he may not say this out loud, but Cody's

probably super bummed he didn't get to meet me.

You know how much dogs love me.

Bozer's not kidding.

As long as I've known him, dogs have loved him.

Well, when this is over,

we'll have to get the two of them together.

Deal.

Okay, if we're all done

arranging a playdate for Bozer,

can we actually focus on what we're doing here?