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Behind the barrier.
Sir, please step back.

Pincer is approaching
the target.

Sniffer confirms chemical
presence of explosives.

Engaging Pincer's
articulated arm now.

Attempting to locate and
deactivate the device.

I do not see a device.

Repeat, there is no bomb
inside the duffle.

Confirming.
There's no device.

This was a false alarm, people.

Sensors are all screwy.

When we get back to the barn,
let's recalibrate the sniffer

and figure out what that...

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Nope. Can't do it.

You're gonna need to give me
something else.

- Anything else.
- Boze,

this is truth or dare,
and you chose dare.

- No backing out.
- What stone is that chiseled into?

I believe
it is international law.

- What in the what?
- Bozer,

either come out of there
of your own free will,

or I go back there,
and I drag you out.

Oh, wow.

It was laundry day, okay?

Take all the pictures.

Y'all know y'all like it, huh?

They sag a little.Oh.

- Then you get to work.
- Oh.

Hey!

All right, Desi.

It's your turn.
Truth or dare?

Dare.
Not again.

What a surprise.

We've run out
of life-threatening dares

that we can accomplish
inside the cabin,

so unless you're willing
to wing walk,

stop hiding.

Fine, whatever.
Truth.

You've been with us
for some time now.

In fact, you dropped
everything to come to L.A.

and join the Phoenix.

All because of a debt.

Is there a question to all this?

Why do you owe Jack?

Uh...

Oh, Mac, you should answer that.

Oh, no. You're answering first.

I got to...

Hey, buddy, what's going on?

Mac,

I'm gonna get right to it.

We've got a situation.

Hey, everyone, it's Charlie.

Tell us what's going on?

The downtown L.A.
federal courthouse

just got bombed.

- Was anyone hurt?
- Two KIAs.

LAPD bomb techs.
Good people.

Though it could have been
a lot worse.

- Do we know who's responsible?
- No.

But whoever they are,
they're next-level smart,

'cause they created
a false alarm

and put the explosive
inside the LAPD robot.

I'm sorry, you said

the bomb was hidden
inside the robot?

Affirmative.

That's insane.
Actually, it's genius.

Yeah,
it's the last thing a bomb squad

would expect

and the last place
they'd think to look.

So instead of defusing a bomb,
they delivered one.

I'm gonna go look
for secondary devices

and check for some answers.

I could really use
another set of eyes, Mac.

Yeah.

We're wheels down in 50.

We'll head over then.

I'm in the courthouse now.

- Proceeding to what's left of the IED.
- Copy that.

Do you see any signs
of another device?

Secondary devices
are not readily apparent,

but that doesn't mean
they're not here.

Understood.

Proceed with extreme caution.

Commander?

Can you hear me?

Hey.

This area's closed.

Even to emergency personnel.

For your own safety,

I'm gonna need you to leave.
I'm afraid I can't do that...

Charlie.

How do you know my name?

Who are you?

Oh, God!

Stand by near Grand Park.

Angus MacGyver.

Charlie called me in to assist.

Is he already inside?
Yeah. But we lost contact

with Special Agent Robinson
almost five minutes ago.

Did you send someone to look?
We're suiting up

another tech now. Let me put on a
suit. I'll go in.

Bomb squad!

I asked the FBI field director

and the LAPD commander
for control of the scene.

You asked?

In my most polite,
non-asking way.

They determine how the bomb

was attached to the robot?

Well, that's my next

order of business.

Comms check. Copy?

I got you.

Charlie!

Charlie?

He's not here, but, uh...

No. Wait a second, there's...

drops of blood on the floor.

Mac,
two people did die in there.

No. Based on the blast pattern,
this happened

after the detonation.

They, uh...

They lead to the...

...fire escape.

So, you think it's Charlie's?

- I hope not.
- Hey, guys, I was able

to get a lock on the GPS in Charlie's cell.

Where is he?

He's at the Aliso Tower.

It's a high-rise about
two blocks from the courthouse.

What the hell
is he doing over there?

Charlie's here,

but the GPS says
he's now at 212 feet.

Which means Charlie's
between the 18th

and 21st floors.

Down here.

Something's wrong.

Can you get eyes inside?
Yeah. Let me see.

What is it?

Found Charlie.

Wait. Stop!
You don't want to do that!

We're federal agents.

And you're here
for a stuck elevator?

In this case, yes.
Trust me,

there's more to this
situation than meets the eye.

You got I.D.?

Call that number.

The man in the elevator is
a missing bomb technician

from the blast site
over at the courthouse.

Yes, but...

Yes, I...

Of course.

Your boss is very persuasive

and slightly terrifying.
How do I help?

Well, for now, just leave
me your tools and step back.

Until we know more,
we need to be very careful.

- Riley, can you get the other side?
- Yeah, yeah.

We're coming for you, pal.

Thanks.

He's lost a lot of blood, Mac.

We got to hurry.
Yeah.

Mm-mm!

Mm-mm!

I see your spidey sense is tingling.

Those sensors.

They're not supposed
to be there.

Hang in there, Charlie.

We'll be right back, okay?

Don't suppose they have
one of those on all elevators.

I'm gonna have to get
down and get a closer look.

- What's going on, Mac?
- Well,

kind of looks like something
I would build myself

if I wanted to drop an elevator.

Hey, guys, we're looking

at a homemade cable cutting
device here.

Can you disable it?

I don't know.

A control box has redundancies

and multiple triggers.

And it's wired to the sensors
on the glass in the elevator,

so we can't rescue Charlie

without triggering it.

Hey, Charlie,
I'm working on getting you

out of there,
but first things first.

We got to stop the bleeding.

Thanks.

How did you get in here?

A cop came at me
in the courthouse.

Never seen him before,
but he knew my name.

He shot me, drugged me.

Mac, what the hell is going on?

I don't know.

Why do I get the feeling...

my day's about to get
a lot worse?

There's a cutting device
on your elevator's main cable,

and anything that we do to try
and get you out will trigger it.

Anyone who went through
that kind of trouble

probably disabled the elevator's
safety features, too.

Every single one.
So...

what's the plan, guys?

You'll be the first to know
when I've got one.

All right.

Angus, I've examined

the control box,
and I'm confident

that disabling it is
a straightforward procedure.

Agreed, but, uh,
does the design look familiar?

I wasn't gonna bring that up
until after you were done,

but yeah, its construction

is similar to the bomb

that was placed on my SUV.

Think it's made by the same guy?

I do, but unfortunately,
that doesn't bring us any closer

to identifying him,
so let's just proceed

with getting Charlie to safety.

First clip the relay,

then the primary trigger,

then the power source.

Say again?

Relay, primary trigger,

power source.

Is there a problem?

Riley, will you scan

our comms frequencies?

Picking up all kinds
of interference once I get

next to the control box.Yeah.
I'm doing it now.

That interference
is actually a signal

being transmitted
from an adjacent frequency.

Where's it being sent?

Tracing now.

It's going to a nearby hotel.

Our suspect could be on the
other end of that transmission

waiting for confirmation

their device activated.
Hey, Mac,

hold on disabling that device.

We're gonna go grab
this guy first.

You're right on top

of the signal.

Do you have eyes on the suspect?

Negative.

Negative is right.

We got something else here,
something seriously scary.

Mac, are you seeing these?

That's hydrochloric acid.

Probably not
a standard cleaning product

the hotel really
stocks up on at Costco.

No. If those vats
all burst at the same time,

that volume of acid will
eat through the support pillars

and cause
a structural implosion.

As in collapse the building?

Within minutes.

Is it weird that every one
of these barrels are wired

to some sort of electronic thing

like that thing Mac found
on Charlie's elevator?

Great. It's a control device,
just like the one here.

These control boxes must be sending
and receiving signals from each other.

Why? Does it matter?
It's always bad

when machines talk
behind our backs.

Who is this?

The man you're looking for.

You got a name?

I do.

I must admit
I'm a great admirer of yours.

Can't say I'm a fan
of the way you show it.

You're a very impressive
young man

with a rare gift, MacGyver.

Save the compliments.

You obviously went
to great trouble

to put this all together.
So what do you want?

Well, that's very simple.
I want you to make a choice,

between the life of your friend

and the lives of several
hundred innocent strangers

in that hotel.

Well, there's no way
I'm gonna do that, so...

Yes, you are.

By now you've found
my second device,

and you deduced
that the two are connected.

Why are you doing this?

Not your current concern.

Just focus on the fact that
people are going to die today,

and the only thing
that you can control

is who's doing the dying.

And if I choose to do nothing
and leave both devices alone?

Then both devices deploy
and everyone dies.

And if you try to evacuate
that hotel, same result.

You have until, say...

the top of the hour

before you make your choice.

So those are our options?

Either Charlie falls to his
death in that glass box,

or the Sunset View Hotel collapses,

- killing everyone inside?
- Yeah.

Pretty much. And I have...

23 minutes and seven seconds to
disable one of those control boxes,

or they both go off.
Since we can't evacuate the people,

can we remove the barrels?

I'm seeing
the same sensors on them

that Mac found on the elevator.

So I'm gonna strongly advise

against doing that. Well, what about

disabling both devices

- at the same time?
- No, no, no.

They're both cross-wired,

just like the bomb
under my dad's SUV.

Disabling both triggers both.

Then let's fool them just like

we did the car bomb.

We'll get an identical transmitter.
I...

No, no, that won't work, either.

The transmitters that
are connecting these devices

are sending unique signals
that are generated

by a constantly evolving
algorithm that prevents anybody

from doing exactly
what you just said, so...

Look, whoever
we are dealing with

has obviously learned
from their mistake.

Okay, then we have two

viable solutions here:
either we find the person

who set this all up and get them
to shut it all down,

or Mac finds a way to beat
this no-win scenario.

It's nothing you can't handle, Mac.

Thanks, but...

Hey.
But nothing.

Okay? You got this.

Oversight is en route.

Everyone regroup at the Aliso Tower,

and we'll figure out next steps.

- That won't work.
- What about a, uh,

friction braking system?

With an interior elevator, yeah,

but with the weight of the car,
the tracks are too narrow.

Okay, the track descends into the
basement, so there is a small shaft.

What if we fill it
with some sort of gas

to make an air cushion? If we used a
heavy fluorocarbon like-like Freon.

No, no, because
we're not gonna have enough time

to make it airtight,
andwe don't have enough time

to find enough Freon.

Damn it!

Hey, hey.

Angus, take a breath.
Why?

So I can see more clearly that
I have absolutely no options?

Either Charlie dies in
that elevator, or a hotel

full of people do, and I can't
figure out what to do.

Well, getting yourself all
worked up doesn't help anybody.

Just... just breathe.

Whoever this guy is,
he's completely boxed us in.

In our line of work,
sometimes we only get to choose

between bad and worse.

The people in that hotel
are innocent,

and Charlie was just
doing his job.

My point exactly.

I can't. I-I can't.

I've made a lot of hard
choices in my career,

and sometimes it's hard to live
with the consequences.

But when the clock runs out,

we're gonna have to
make a call here, son.

Why is he doing this to us?

This moral dilemma
wasn't just designed

to jeopardize Charlie's life,

but to make you suffer,
emotionally and psychologically.

Why? That's a question
for later.

Right now, don't let it
cloud your head.

Just take another breath,

work the problem,
trust your instincts.

I believe in you 100%.

We've been given a problem
that we can't solve,

so... let's solve one
that we can.

I know this scribbling
looks like gibberish,

but it's called
"Atwood's Machine Problem,"

first explored by
George Atwood in 1784.

He used it to study
constant acceleration.

I have something else in mind.

What exactly is that?

Well, if I'm right, it's a way
to catch a falling elevator.

If it involves this much math,
I think you got this.

So, I'm gonna guess M1 and M2

aren't giant mattresses
to cushion the fall,

so what do you need?

For starters, a hot knife.

Elevator cables
are actually ropes,

braids of synthetic fibers
woven together

to make them really strong.

Okay, pull!

Unfortunately,
catching a falling elevator

is not as simple as
attaching a rope

from one elevator to a second.

You have to account for things
like tensile strength,

how much weight the rope
will hold, and elasticity,

because even the strongest
rope will stretch.

And when it comes to tying
a strong knot in that rope,

a chisel makes a good fid,

but back-splicing is still
a roll of the dice.

How's it looking?
Uh, yeah, we're close.

Agent Nguyen and I are gonna
head over to the hotel.

Okay. Hey, Dad, uh,

thanks for the talk earlier.

I was spiraling, and, um...

Angus, I'm your dad.

You never have to say
thank you for anything.

Okay, so you're gonna let the
rope to this elevator get cut,

and the other elevator rope's
gonna catch me?

Easy-peasy. Sounds good.
Then we just

open the doors and
get you out of there.

Less than four minutes.

Are we ready?

Yeah, we're ready.

We're in position.

When Charlie's
elevator is secure,

give me the word, and I'll
disable the control box.

Copy that. Stand by.

Almost, Boze.

Got it.
Keep going, a little more.

What?

It's no surprise to me
that a smart boy like you

would recognize

Atwood's Machine Problem.

So it shouldn't be
a surprise to you

that I took steps to make sure
that you played by the rules.

What do you mean?

Did you check the anchor points

of the rope you're
about to attach

to your friend's elevator?

Looks like you missed my
secondary cutting device

on the roof.
As I said,

someone is going to die today,

and you choose who it is.

What is it, Mac?

The rope rig's not gonna work.

He knew what I was gonna do
before I did it.

Angus, what's happening?
We're down to less than a minute.

Well, we have to come up
with something else.

What? Why?

There's no time.

Mac.

What's going on?

Uh... Plan's a no-go, huh?

Just give me a minute.

I don't have a minute
to give, Mac.

If the roles were reversed,
and it was you in here,

what would you do?

I'd figure a way out.

What if there isn't a way?

What would you do?

I think we both know the answer, man.

Promise me one thing.

You got Peña's killer.

Get mine.

No. Charlie...

No! Stop!

Stop, Charlie! Stop!

Charlie, stop!

Charlie, stop!

Stop!

All right, let's go.

Excuse me, please.

What now?

Fulfill my promise to Charlie
by catching whoever did this.

And the key to that might be
somewhere in this wreckage.

You got something?

This was a component used
on the cable cutter.

Tracking that part
could give us a lead.

Yeah.
Maybe it's got a serial number.

That's good thinking, Boze,

but the number's been filed off.

She's right. Too bad we can't
make it magically reappear.

Well, magic can't.

But science can.

We just need a few things.

Criminals filing off serial
numbers of stolen cars, guns

and parts has stymied police
for years.

But how do you bring back
something that's vanished?

Well, here's the trick.

The numbers only look like
they're gone.

Sandpaper
the scratched area smooth,

apply an electrolyzed
acidic solution...

...and then, presto,

the deeper impression of the
serial number will reappear.

The serial number that you found

allowed us to track
the component

to a purchasing order
made by a shell company

located here in Los Angeles.

The owner on record is a man
named Elliot Mason.

Former FBI.

By all accounts,
a brilliant mind,

who also kept a
very low profile.

He started out undercover
in violent, domestic militias,

before moving to
counterterrorism post 9/11.

He then started a new FBI
division called the ATU:

Asymmetrical Tactics Unit.

Asymmetrical tactics?
What's that?

It's a combination of physical
and psychological maneuvers

designed to disrupt, disorient,

and damage an adversary.

Same type of
planning and strategy

he used against us today.

You said former FBI?

After a stellar career,
Mason suddenly quit a year ago.

He didn't just quit,
he dropped off the map entirely.

No digital footprints,
no real-world address.

And no telling what's in
that crazy head of his.

Any idea why he has this grudge?

No. No idea.

But now we got one against him.

We need to stay focused because
we may know where he is.

Riley managed to track
the shipment of components

to a shop in East L.A.

Move, move!
On me.

Careful what you touch
and where you step.

Mac, I've got eyes inside.

Thermal shows movement
on the east side.

- Left side.
- Got it.

There's one door in and out

of the room he's in,
and it's right ahead of you.

Ready.

Let's go.

Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Freeze!

On the floor!
On the floor!

Don't move!
Hands in the air!

I'm not gonna ask you again.

MacGyver, you found me.

You're more clever than I thought.

Well, I guess Charlie was
a good friend, huh?

Get him out of here.

Heard you asked for some water.

Yeah, the tear gas did
a number on me.

Now, that's just flat cruel.

I got a lot of questions for you, Mason,

but first...

I need to know if you've planted

any other devices around L.A.

No. And I believe I know

what your next question is.

Well, then answer it.

You want to know why.
Fair enough.

Your answer is the story
of a boy

devoted to serving his country.

Story of a proud Marine
assigned to

embassy security duty overseas.

One day, this Marine gets tasked

onto a special operation to
extract an intelligence asset.

It's a job that needs doing,
so he's all in.

Next thing he knows,
his unit's been ordered

to engage a heavily armed
rebel group,

advance on their camp.

A noble fight?
No.

It was all part of a plan,
an insidious plan

by some shadow genius
to create a distraction

so the asset can escape.

But being the distraction
got the boy killed.

And that boy, that Marine,

that life sacrificed was my son.

That's tragic, but what does it
have to do with me?

Let me clarify.

My son dies for another person,
that's a sacrifice.

Your friend Charlie dies
for those people in that hotel,

that's a sacrifice.

So let me ask you
something, MacGyver.

Now that Charlie's dead,

do you feel proud
of his sacrifice?

Or do you just feel sad
and empty and impotent anger...

rage...

at the senseless death
of your friend? Hmm?

I thought so.

And I feel the same way.

And it's the right feeling,
MacGyver.

Because a folded flag on a coffin

will never, ever make up

for the loss of someone you love.

Still doesn't explain why.
Ah.

Well, yes.

I saved one significant detail

for the end...
the coup de grâce,

as it were.

The man who designed
and ran that extraction op

was your father.

It was your father who decided

that my son's life
was worthless,

that my son's life
was worth less

than his all-important asset.

Is this story accurate?

It is.

But killing your father quickly?
No.

It's too merciful.

But making him watch you fail,

making him watch you suffer,

you bent and buried
beyond belief?

That's just the first
of many ways

I'm gonna pay back Jim MacGyver.

Angus, seeing your friend
Charlie die today

is going to haunt you
for the rest of your life.

And I'm just getting
started with you

and with him and Phoenix
and everybody in it.

Because it's not until I see
every single thing

that Jim MacGyver loves
and values rent asunder,

it's not until I see
every single thing

that he holds precious

dead and gone,
will he have truly

gotten what he really deserves.

Sorry to interrupt,

but we pulled a hard drive
from Mason's.

He's the one who doxxed us.

The doxxing, the bomb
under Jim's SUV,

Charlie's death...

Mason's been behind all of it.

Yeah, but what does it
add up to?

I don't know yet.

We're missing something.

Feels like we caught him
too quickly.

Everything that you have done today

has only dishonored your son's
memory and what he fought for.

And the only thing that
you actually accomplished

was murdering a good man.

Charlie Robinson
did not deserve to die.

And, for that,

you will spend the rest
of your life behind bars.

Security to interrogation
right now!

What the hell's he doing?

South corridor.
About to breach.

Mac?

Mac.

Get me a medical team! Now!

Where's Mason?

He's gone.

Secure the perimeter!

Agent Nguyen,
I want to see my son.

I hear you, boss, but a madman
just Trojan horsed himself

into our HQ with the stated goal
of taking you down.

Can you give me a couple
minutes to sort that out?

I don't need protecting.

It's not personal.
It's protocol.

What happened?

Mason had something
hidden in a false tooth,

which I'd normally
think was super cool,

except he used it
to knock you out.

Doc said it's called BZ,

and it's, um...
Yeah. Short for

3-Quinuclidinyl benzilate.

It's an odorless,

nonlethal incapacitating agent

that attacks
the acetylcholine receptors.

I was gonna say "it's not fatal," but okay.

Where's Mason?
Matty had us put on lockdown

after he escaped interrogation.

He took out a guard,

stole his key card.

We can't be sure
he's trying to escape.

He could be going
after my father.

Which is why Matty had Oversight
taken to the safe room.

Okay. Let's go.

I managed to shut down
the stolen access key

but not before Mason used
it to open a few doors.

Do we know which direction
he's heading,

how he's getting out?
Weirdly, he's not heading for an exit.

He went to Sub-Level 4.

What's down there?
Mostly storage.

Except for the server farm I
set up after the doxxing attack.

Is Mason taking advantage

of our situation
to go after our intel?

There's no activity
on the servers, but...

The coolant system just went down.

The temperature in the room
is spiking.

He's overclocking the servers.

Why would he do that?

Fire alarms.

Riley, open the building.
Take us out

of lockdown.

With Mason still on the loose?

Do it.

- I can't.
- All right, try to activate

the fire suppression systems
in the sub-basement.

There's no response.
It's off-line.

How the hell is he doing this?

All of those systems are run

from the same server room.
This was his endgame...

To get himself brought
into the Phoenix.

Where we've gathered
into one place everyone

and everything
Mason wants to destroy.

I got to get down there. I got to shut
off the servers before they catch fire.

I'm with you. Bozer, Desi,
find me Mason.

We're too late.

Matty, you have
to evacuate the Phoenix now.

Mason tricked us
into locking ourselves in here,

and now the environmental
control system...

is gonna work against us
by spreading the toxic smoke.

Bad news, Mac.
It's already happening.

Riley, head upstairs.
I'm going after Mason.

Everybody get back.

Okay, I want

a single file line!

Move, move!

Where's Oversight?

Watch your head, watch your head.
I sent a guard to go get him,

but they should've been back
by now.

I'll go.Yeah. I'll go with you.

My card won't work.
I'm locked out.

It's no use.
All the Phoenix systems are down.

It's four inches
of reinforced steel.

I guess we're gonna need
something stronger.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Matty, that's everybody.

- Except...
- Riley,

what's your status?
We can't open the door to the safe room.

Whoa, whoa!

The hell?

Flash bang!

Oh! You sure you should be doing that?
Mac would.

Get back.

Let's go, Agent.

We have to get out of here.
Come on. There you go.

Hey.

We got Oversight.

Good. I'm glad to hear that.

Mac, do you copy?

Mac?

Go, go, go!

Don't worry, Angus.
This is far from done.

Mac? We've got the five eyes

and a dozen other intelligence
agencies searching for Mason.

The second he comes up for air,
we're gonna be

the first to know.
Thank you.

I made a promise to Charlie,
and I intend on keeping it.

Count me in.

Me, too.

Hey.

I wanted to thank you

for saving my father.

I heard what you did was
a little, well, risky.

I only did what I thought
you would do.

Guess you're rubbing off on me.
Well, thanks.

You want a beer?

Yeah. Sure.

I got some time. Look at that.

Actually, got off the phone with Jack.
Really? How's he doing?

He seems good.
Uh, he misses his family.

I try to catch him up on things,

but you know him.
Couldn't get a word in.Yeah.

Uh, point is,
he's still tracking down Kovacs,

so... looks like you're stuck
with me a little while longer.

Well, I miss the big lug,
but I'm glad you're on the team.

Glad to be here.

And look,
when it comes to that truth,

why you owe him...

feel free to tell us
in your own time, no pressure.

How 'bout next week
we grab a bite to eat?

You tell me about Cairo,

and I tell you about
why I owe Jack.

It's a date.

I meant, uh... it's...
it's like, it's a figure of speech.

Social appointment.
I know what you meant, egghead.

It's fine.
I'll text you the deets.

Yeah. Yeah.

Just give me a moment.

Glad you're safe.

Well, come join us.
You want a beer?

Everything okay?

In Mexico, I promised to always

keep you in the loop.

Never lie to you again.

Yeah. I remember.

And the change has been great.

It's kind of the way
I'd always hoped

things could be between us.

Yeah. Me, too.

That's why it's only fair
I think you should know

there's more to Mason's story.

You deserve the whole truth.

The "whole truth"?

As I said, sometimes
there's only choices

between bad...
and worse.

Don't tell me his son
died for nothing.

Just the opposite.
He died for

the most important thing
I can think of.

What are you trying to tell me?

The intelligence asset
on that op,

the person he died for,

was you.

Understand.

It was... my decision.

It was the only one
I could make.

And youunderstand that
Charlie gave his life to save

innocent people. Which is
exactly what I would have done.

But what you did

violates everything
that I believe in.

I think you should leave.