MacGyver

I'm not gonna ask you again. Where is the map?

See, you already said that you weren't gonna ask again

the last time that you asked again.

You look smarter than your friend.

I mean, I would never say that.

I mean, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses.

Shut up. Where is the map?!

All right, all right. Hold on. Calm down.

Let me ask you a better question.

How many grenades were on your vest a second ago?

'Cause I counted three,

but now I only see two.

What my very smart friend is trying to say is

let us go or no one leaves this room alive.

Damn straight.

Hey, good work, Boze.

Now put the pin back in there and let's

get out of... What are you doing? Oh, no.

I think I lost the pin.

You what?

Yup, it's gone.

I think it fell into that drain.

But you can do something, right? Uh...

What do you mean, "Uh"?

What?

Ew. Don't touch it. I know.

But wood is a very versatile material.

It's got a high tensile strength,

meaning it's difficult to pull apart,

and it's got a high compressive strength,

so it won't break when you put pressure on it.

That actually gonna work?

Probably not, because wood

doesn't have a high shear strength, which is

a material's ability to resist two forces

pushing in opposite directions,

like scissors, or say, a grenade trigger switch.

How fast can you get to the door?

Do I have any other options?

Hold your hand on that all day.

But my hand's already cramping.

And you already know my family got a history of arthritis.

Then this is our only option.

This should buy us some extra seconds.

Now, roll it to the end of the room,

and then we run. Fast.

Okay. On three.

One, two,

three!

Mac? Mac? You here?

Phew.

Man, what the hell?

I was cooking us dinner. Is that supposed to be food?

I'll never understand how someone

who can disarm a bomb with a paperclip

can't cook a simple meal.

Yeah, well, we all have our strengths and weaknesses.

Isn't that right?

Yeah, yeah.

So why'd you go all Top Cheftoday?

I know the last week hasn't been easy for you, with Leanna

having second thoughts about moving in with you, so I

thought a home-cooked meal would take your mind off it.

Thanks, Mac, but I'm fine.

I can honestly say, after a little reflection,

this one was for the best.

She'll come around.

Matty needs us in the war room.

Well, let's pack some of this up to go, then.

Uh, how about we don't? Just leave that there.

You know... leave it. You sure?

Yeah. Oh, I'm sure.Okay.

Yeah. I mean, I bet underneath the burnt,

there's some pretty good stuff. I bet you're wrong.

What's that burning smell?

Dinner.

You know, sometimes I think

I need to keep you two under 24-hour surveillance.

It's a little creepy knowing that's actually an option.

Just takes one phone call.

So, what do we got today?

This is surveillance footage

from the Westwood Vault Company,

inside one of their most private and secure vaults in California.

This footage is two hours old.

The four in the cat masks are a notorious

group of thieves responsible

for over a dozen high-end robberies in the last year.

Today they were trying to steal five million in gold bullion.

That woman in the cat mask...

She's their leader, Charlotte Cole.

Turns out Charlotte has been living quite the double life.

By day, she's a married

mother of two who works as a sales rep

for an L.A. medical company. But by night

she moonlights as a master thief.

Well, it's a solid cover. Who would suspect

a young mom of leading a gang of thieves?

And a job in sales means no one would wonder about her travel.

If Charlotte and her gang are already in custody,

what do you need from us?

I need you to become them.

24 hours ago

a criminal known only as The Fence

contacted Charlotte

to hire her crew for a job.

The Fence is a very high-value target.

He has the honor of landing on almost

every intelligence service's wish list.

Is it weird I've never heard of him?

You know, I was just thinking the same thing,

but I didn't want to say anything.

Actually, no.

The Fence has made it a priority

to remain completely anonymous. We have

no photos of him, no voice recordings, nothing.

All we know is that he hires

high-line thieves for one-off jobs to steal valuable items,

then he funnels the profits to over a dozen

terrorist groups.

You want us to go to Charlotte's meeting with The Fence.

That's correct. I want you three to pose

as the thieves, with Riley

as your leader, the new Charlotte Cole.

Wait. Doesn't The Fence

know what the cat mask gang looks like?

No one knows what they look like, no one except for us.

So we go to this meeting and take The Fence into custody.

No. You go to this meeting

and you accept whatever job the Fence offers you.

Then you will pull off the job,

deliver the stolen goods, and the minute he takes

physical possession, we slap on the cuffs.

You want leverage

to squeeze the Fence for everything he knows

about the terror groups he's funding.

That is correct. We take down The Fence

and who knows how many enemies of the state

he takes down with him?

Do we know what he wants them...

I mean us, to steal?

We don't. Could be anything.

Precious metals, electronics, exotic cars.

We just don't know yet.

So where are we meeting him?

Well, that's the first thing

we need to find out.

Charlotte Cole, we're here with an offer.

Give us the location of your meeting with The Fence,

and in return, we will only

hold you and your crew

for 48 hours

before wiping your records clean

and releasing you back into the wild

as the fine, upstanding citizens

who will never break another law again.

Ever.

We'll consider this a life-changing mini vacation.

That's the carrot.

What's the stick?

Refuse to give me

the location of your meeting,

and you will disappear down a dark hole

where there are no clocks and no calendars to track

the years you will be spending down there.

It's your choice.

Five seconds. Go.

Considering you're holding all the cards,

and I'm not a fan

of dark holes, how about I make this easy for you?

Smart lady.

There were supposed to be four of you.

He wasn't pulling his weight.

We parted ways.

I trust he isn't

a man who talks.

Not anymore.

Charlotte Cole.

Your reputation precedes you.

As does yours.

Well, then how I conduct my business

is not going to be a surprise.

My terms are non-negotiable.

We work together one time.

I give you the details of the job, you pull it off.

Once I acquire the goods

you're paid, we part ways,

and we never speak again.

Unless you give me a reason

to continue the conversation.

Clear?

Fine by me.

So, what are these goods?

There is a briefcase being smuggled

into the Russian tech giant

Silver Wall Technologies, Moscow office,

for an off-the-books sale.

I want you to acquire the briefcase

before it changes hands.

I recruited you because