All language subtitles for MacGyver (2016) 2x20 - Skyscraper - Power

Previously on MacGyver...

Everything's a puzzle

when it comes to my
father. Always has been.

Look at the numbers

on the tattoo on his arm.

I think he's trying to
tell you how to find him.

Need I remind you what
would happen if these people

escape with a handheld EMP?

Drop it. Now!

This dude's not crazy enough to trigger

an EMP while he's still

on the plane, is he?

Riley! Take the shot!

Have you ever made a mistake

- in the field, Jack?
- Sure.

What happened on that plane

- sure wasn't yours.
- I hesitated, Jack,

and the guy got away.
That's textbook definition

for "it's my fault."

This mistake ended in the loss

of an EMP.

The next mistake you make like this

could end in the loss

of everything.

Hey, Mac!

You home?

Hey, man.

Where you at?

Yo.

Hey, Mac.

Mac, what are you doing?

Hey. You alive?

External force is always zero.

Huh?

What kind of weird
dreams you having, dude?

I was giving a lecture,

on the, uh...

Lagrangian formulation

of quantum field theory.

Ah.

To a class full of ten unicorns.

Hmm. Well, aside from the unicorns...

Which are wicked awesome...

Sounds like a frickin' nightmare.

What time is it?

It's 11:00.

- What?
- Yeah, you know,

I-I figured you were
pulling another all-nighter,

looking for your mystery man.

It's been weeks, and you
still haven't found anything.

I'm starting to get worried.

You're burning the candle at
both ends here, and for what?

For what?

Let's go.

Actually, I found something.

Really?

- Yeah.
- What?

A name. Charles Pfeffer.

Who?

Charles Pfeffer.

This is great.

All right.

Let's just go track down this fella.

Already tried. Turns out,

72 years ago, he got off
a boat at Ellis Island,

got a New York I.D. and then...
well, he just disappeared.

There's no employment
or housing records.

Any living family? Anything like that?

No. No family, nothing.

Yeah.

I thought I'd made a major breakthrough.

It turns out it's another dead end.

What are you talking
about? This is great.

This is just another bump in the road,

and a good opportunity
for the both of us

to start thinking outside of the box

when it comes to looking for your dad.

Did you just find a silver
lining in a dead end?

I'm an optometrist.

- "Optimist."
- Whatever. Yeah.

_

Matty?

Yeah.

Let's go, we're late.

Unicorns. Really?

Yeah. They were wicked smart, too.

Hey.

Okay. Now that we are all finally here,

remember that EMP that we lost?

- Of course.
- Well, we've just been given

an opportunity to get it back.

After your encounter with these guys

on the back of that C-17,

the whole group fell off the grid.

But 12 hours ago,

we intercepted chatter suggesting

that they're setting up a sale.

The EMP is about to switch hands.

Do we know who the buyer is?

And what they want it for?

Unfortunately, we do not.

However, we do know
exactly when and where

the sale is going down.

That looks an awful lot

like a parking garage.

That's because it is a
parking garage, Dalton.

And this particular parking garage

is located in Seoul,

South Korea.

The sale's being set up for
tomorrow morning at 6:00 a.m.,

which means you four
are wheels-up in 20.

Guys.

This is our one shot
to grab that device,

and a bit of redemption.

Make it count.

Faster, Jack, they're getting away!

Why do I show you two racing

through Seoul at 90 miles per hour?

Guys? Guys. Hello?

Do you copy?

H-Hey, Matty, guess what?

The buy went bad.

Yeah. Uh,

short version,

it wasn't so much of a sale as it was

a fatal ambush where the buyers killed

the sellers and then split with the EMP.

We're tailing them now.

- Watch it!
- Good. Whatever you do,

do not lose sight of that device.

Riley, Bozer, I need to know exactly

who we're chasing.

Get me intel.

Copy that, Matty.

Just as an FYI, it's a
bit of a mess over here.

I'm not asking you to clean it up, Boze.

Just search it.

We're on it.

Thanks.

Riley! Take the shot!

You okay?

Better than he is.

That was him, wasn't it?

You need a minute?

We don't have a minute.

Look, I know this one's
personal for you, Riley.

I remember the way you
felt when we lost the EMP.

It's nice of you to say "we,"
Bozer, but I lost the EMP.

Ever since he jumped out of that plane,

I haven't stopped thinking about
all the ways it could be used.

All the lives it could
cost if that gets deployed.

That's on me.

Listen, we're gonna get it back.

I know we are.

I never thought I'd get a second
chance to get that EMP back.

I'm not going home without it.

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Ooh. Ooh, you know,
these G Wagons can get it.

This is some pretty precision driving.

Spec ops, ambush tactics.

I don't know who these dudes are,

but they're well-trained.

That's the airport up ahead.

And it doesn't look like they plan on

sticking around Seoul much longer,

- does it?
- No, it does not.

Put on your safety belt.

- It's on.
- Put it... oh.

Well, I don't suppose you
could whip up a set of wings

for this van real quick.

Probably.

But I just thought of
something way faster.

Surprise, surprise.

Hands up, gentlemen. We are officially

commandeering your vehicle.

Hi.

I'm... really...

really, really sorry about this.

- Where are we going?
- Follow that plane.

Let's go!

Fellas, you don't want to get in here?

Come on.

Hey...

Hey, there we go.

Hey, don't look at me like that.

When I tell people I was
in a high-speed jet chase,

I'm gonna need some selfies as proof.

Smile.

Hey, there we go.

Aw, that's a good one.

Hey, uh, Matty, any idea

where these guys are taking the EMP?

I've got our techs

working up a list of every

high-value target that one could reach

with that kind of jet
and a full tank of gas.

Military bases, nuclear
plants, industrial centers,

basically anywhere that an
electromagnetic pulse could fry

sensitive electronics and
have a devastating impact.

I'm using the jet's
current speed and heading

to eliminate certain targets,

but... there's still dozens in range.

In other words, you don't know nothing.

Why don't you just say
that... "I don't know nothing.

Your guess is as good
as anybody else's."

If you're trying to piss me off, Dalton,

you're doing a bang-up job.

- Thank you.
- All right, look,

if we can identify these guys,

it'll help us determine
what their target is.

Riley, any luck with the sellers' tech?

Nope, not yet.

The sellers' phones
are heavily encrypted.

I'm gonna need some more
time to I.D. the buyers.

Riley, Riley,

time is not something we
have in abundance, okay?

A-And quit calling them "buyers."

Making them sound all regal and cool.

They're the "shoot
everybody, steal the EMPers,"

that's more accurate.

Thanks, Jack. Very helpful.

You're welcome.

Hey, uh, Matty,

these guys have definitely
changed their heading.

Yeah, I see it. We're recalculating

projected flight path now.

What the hell is that?

Probably the elderly couple

whose plane we just commandeered?

Oh. Oh, oh, my gosh, I
forgot all about them.

I'll go back there and make sure

they know we're not terrorists.

Hold on, I'm not gonna let
you do that by yourself.

Ow! Oh. What are you
doing? Give me that.

I-I just came back here to
tell you guys not to worry.

- We're the good guys.
- Good guys?

- Yeah.
- You're hijacking our plane!

"Hijack" is a very strong word, sir.

You forced your way onto our plane,

you told our pilot where to
fly, what do you call that?

- Yeah.
- That's the definition of hijacking.

Thank you very much, Merriam-Webster.

- What are you, what are you...?
- Okay, okay.

M-Maybe we did hijack...

the plane just a little bit,

but it's a matter of national security.

- We work with the U.S. government.
- You understand?

Hey, sonny,

I wasn't born yesterday.

No, sir, that-that's very apparent,

but it doesn't change the fact
that he's telling the truth.

- Yeah? - We-we
work for Uncle Sam.

- We're ex-military...
- Oh, no.

He's lying, Saul. Hit him again.

- That's not very nice.
- Now, now, now, you just wait a minute.

You're not gonna do it, give
me the bottle, I'll do it.

Ah, now, now, wait a minute.

Just stop it. If you guys are really

U.S. agents, where's your badges?

Badges would be nice...

Yeah, we don't exactly
work for an agency

that goes around handing out
I.D.s, but I promise you both,

- we're the good guys.
- Huh?

Well, why should I believe you?

Because I have a gun
and didn't shoot you.

Now-now that's a fair
point he's making there.

- Oh, Saul, are you out of your mind?
- It's a very...

- What?
- You're always so trusting.

Stop attacking my character.

Oh, what about that time you trusted

your friend Gary to paint the house?

- Gary gave me a good deal on that paint.
- Because it was lime green.

There's no such thing as
a good deal on house paint.

- Oh, g-go
away. - Yes, sir.

Listen here, Edith, you
stop pushing my buttons.

Guys, Riley just broke
the sellers' encryption.

Okay, I got a bunch of e-mails here

between the sellers
and a potential buyer

setting date, time, place.

This has got to be them.

- Anything in there I.D. the buyer?
- No, but it looks like

the sellers were trying to do just that.

They were tracing the buyers' IPs,

trying to slip them spyware.

They weren't able to figure
out who you guys are chasing,

but then again, they didn't have
access to the Phoenix database.

Matty, you seeing this?

One of the buyer's IP
addresses matches a laptop

Phoenix previously
linked to someone named

Javier Morales.

Morales is a former major

in the Unidad de Operaciones Especiales,

Spain's version of the Navy SEALs.

Yeah, I called that.

The way they took out the sellers

had special ops written
all over it, man.

Any idea why this Morales
would want the EMP?

It's hard to say.

Half his file has been redacted.

The other half is a laundry
list of medals and citations

earned in hot spots on
almost every continent.

But those files end two years ago

when Morales left the military.

What's he been doing since then?

Well, it looks like he went
into business for himself.

And he's been busy recruiting operators

from elite units all over the world.

So you're saying Morales
built himself a dream team

of highly trained operatives?

That's a commando Legion
of Doom right there.

Okay, so now that we
know who we're chasing,

anyone want to guess where
they're going and why?

Guys, Morales's jet just
started gaining altitude.

Can you confirm visually?

Yeah. Matty, these
guys are climbing fast,

but the real question is why.

They're gonna jump.

What?

That's a spiral climb.

We did dozens of them in Jump School.

You got your jump wings.

'69 Fort Benning,

75th Infantry, "C" Company.

Fought about two tours in Vietnam.

So you were Army Rangers?

Rangers always lead the way, son.

Yes, sir.

Anyway, I'm taking Edith

to all the places I
wrote her letters from

during the war.

Those guys you're following,

they won't be on that plane much longer.

He's right, you know.

Yeah, Matty, these guys
are circling which means

they have a specific
landing site in mind.

Well, you're over Shanghai now,

so maybe their target's in the city.

Mac, Jack, I've got a visual

on six jumpers.

Looks like they're
headed for Dizang Tower.

Guys, track Morales's jet
and have local authorities

meet it wherever it lands.

You don't just halo jump
onto a 128th story building

just to say you did it.

Whatever Morales plans
to do with that EMP,

I think he's about to do it now.

Riley, I need eyes inside that tower.

Bozer, I need you to make me a list

of everything in that building
worth all this trouble.

We got to get to the ground now.

We got to get to the
ground, like, right now.

They already have a really
big head start on us.

Let's go, Captain. Get us down.

Sorry to be the lone voice
of reason here, fellas,

but we are nowhere near a runway.

Well, it sounds like you just became

the master of improvisation.

Get us down, Captain, right now.

Now.

You and Edith should get buckled up.

We're gonna put this thing
down and it's gonna get bumpy.

Gotcha.

Wow, that was easy. What'd you tell him?

I told him that your
wife's having a baby

- at the hospital.
- Oh. Thanks for the ride.

Jack Jr., here we come.

Hey, Riley, we're about five minutes out

- from, uh, Dinzang, uh...
- Dizang.

We're about five minutes
out from the tower.

Did Morales and the
Funky Bunch show up yet?

I just got into the
tower security system.

Looking now.

Got them.

They're in the northeast stairwell

heading down.

They just passed the 100th floor.

Bozer, how are we doing on that list

- of potential targets?
- Uh... good.

A little too good, honestly.

The whole building is filled
with high profile targets.

There's a Japanese embassy,
a military tech company,

six hedge funds, over a dozen banks.

No way to know what Morales
and his men are gonna hit.

This might narrow it down.

They just exited the
stairwell on the 90th floor.

Yeah, okay, and do we know

what's on the 90th floor exactly?

No clue. It isn't labeled

on the building's public directory.

That's because the entire floor

is a private residence.

Belongs to a man named Ralph Jerico.

You mean Ralph Jerico the billionaire?

Yeah, man. How many
non-billionaires do you know

that own their own
floor of the building?

The man's made his fortune
in international finance.

He has homes all over the world,

but guess which home he's in this week?

The one on the 90th floor?

Bingo. He's in town for
the Chinese Economic Summit.

Yeah, so, what's the deal, Matty?

Are these cats working for Jerico now?

Are they trying to help
him steal the EMP? What?

As far as I can tell,
Ralph Jerico appears to be

an honest businessman.

Uh, guys, Morales and his men

definitely don't work for Jerico.

They just took out two of his guards.

And now they're putting a shaped charge

on his front door.

So what is this? Is this, is this a hit?

Maybe not.

Jerico's known for not trusting banks.

He keeps the majority of his
fortune in portable assets,

preferably gold and diamonds.

Looks like he just had
a huge new safe installed

with biometric and electronic locks.

The kind of lock you need
electromagnetic pulse to beat.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

So this is a heist?

It looks that way.

And I don't know about
you, but I don't want to see

what a man like Morales
can do with millions

in untraceable wealth.

Guys, they're putting all their
electronics in a Faraday bag.

They're gonna blow the EMP.

Hold on to something now.

- Seriously?
- They're about to send

this whole building to the Stone Age.

Heads up, people. An EMP just
went off inside Dizang Tower

and I've got two operatives inside.

The tower may be dark,
but the city is not.

I want live feeds from
every surveillance,

traffic and ATM camera in the area

and I mean now. Riley, Bozer,

what's your status?

We're 20 minutes out, Matty.

Hey, hey! Pick a lane, man!

You know, uh, depending on traffic.

Okay, Riley, I really need
eyes inside that building.

We are flying blind here.

Yeah, I'm trying, Matty, but
everything in there is fried.

Every camera, every
television, every computer,

everything we could've used

to get our eyes in
that building is dead.

It would take a miracle for us...

Okay, then you're just gonna have to

pull off a miracle, Riley, okay?

Our boys are outgunned, outnumbered

and literally in the dark.

And our best hope at helping
them survive this is you.

Hey, oh, wait a minute.

So you're telling me all my
great airplane chase selfies

are just gone?

Yes. An EMP doesn't just
turn off the power, Jack.

- Oh, man.
- It burns the wires right off the silicon.

So, anything within the
blast radius that's electronic

is dead forever.

- It's not cool, dude.
- But, hey,

- we're doing silver lining today, right?
- Huh?

For once it's not my
fault you need a new phone.

Oh, it's your fault, Angus.

It's always your fault.

All right, so we're 40 floors
below Jerico's penthouse.

Okay, so the elevator is dead.

Morales and his slow bus armada

are gonna have to take the stairwell.

The problem is

we have no earthly idea

which stairwell they're gonna take, man.

You know what, I don't think
he's gonna take any of them,

- at least not yet.
- What makes you say that?

Well, think about it.

Commandos coming down, fully tacked up,

carrying bags of gold and diamonds.

Not exactly low profile.

They'll wait for the stairwell to clear.

Then they'll make their move.

Exactly. Which will
give us plenty of time

to go up there and head them off.

Yeah. Well, w-wait, hey, man.

I ain't running up 40 floors.

Yeah, you are, man.

Fighting the sea of scared
people the whole way up.

You know what? Actually, it's
gonna be easier if we can see.

Let me make something real quick.

Yeah. That's perfect.

Hey, you know what
this is reminding me of?

Hmm?

Huh?

You know, I was thinking about it

but I wasn't gonna say anything.

A bunch of terrorists
taking over a high-rise

so they can pull off
a bank robbery? It's...

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait.

If anybody's gonna say
it, it's gonna be me.

Knock yourself out.

It's Die Hard, baby.

- Oh, my God. "Welcome to the party, pal."
- Crazy.

That's crazy.

Well, hold on now.

Hey. We're still on the mission.

- Act professional.
- Right.

But let's make Bruce Willis proud.

Let's do it.

Hey, Matty.

I think I just thought of a way

to deliver up that
miracle you asked for.

Now, it's entirely theoretical
because it's never been done

on a scale like this
before, but I think I can...

Riley, don't explain.

Just type fast because I think

Morales's ride is on its way.

"Come out to the coast.
We'll get together,

have a few laughs."

Nice.

Hey.

There's nobody here, man.

They must have already
hit the safe and split.

Well, you were half right.

The safe's still intact.
They didn't even open it.

- What?
- Yeah.

Well, if they didn't
grab Jerico's diamonds,

then what'd they take?

Whatever it was, they're
about to fly away with it.

Exfil wasn't on the
ground, it was on the roof.

The roof?

No way we're making it to the
roof before that chopper does.

Step aside.

That worked in Die Hard.

Yeah, 'cause that was a movie.

In real life, skyscraper
windows are heavily reinforced.

Well, I can't tell Riley
we lost that EMP again.

I'm a father figure.

Well, they're gonna be
coming down the staircase now.

We're not gonna make it, Matty.
We're still two blocks out.

Actually, scratch that.

They didn't make it.

Matty, it looks like someone
just cancelled their Uber.

That's gotta be Mac and Jack.

Which means they just bought
me more time to pull this off.

Yeah, true, but they also just announced

their presence in the building.

Morales and his men are
gonna be gunning for them.

Let's just hope Mac's
plan has a step two.

Knowing Mac, it will.

He just hasn't thought of it yet.

I think we just figured out

- what stairwell they're in.
- Yep.

Now we need to quickly,
quickly come up with a way

to stop a commando death squad.

Come on, Jack! What
would John McClane do?

Hey, how about you lure them down there,

I figure out what they
took, and steal it back?

- I love that.
- Yeah, all right.

Okay, okay. Hey, Morales!

What's the problem? Did I
ruin your little roof party?

I tell you what, come on down to 87

and we'll hug it out.

Very McClane.

Just a fly in the ointment, Hans.

Just a monkey in the wrench.

Hey, hey, hey. Just a pain in the ass.

We don't have time for the whole thing.

Yeah, sorry.

One, two, three, four, five.

One more step and he's dead.

Okay, we're here, Matty.

Looks like security has
evacuated the tenants,

but I don't see any sign of
Mac, Jack, or Morales's men.

Me either. Riley,

how's that miracle coming?

Uh, Matty,

she just threw open the
door and ran out of our SUV.

Well, hopefully whatever
it is she's doing

gets us eyes inside that building.

I need to know what's
going on in there right now.

Don't do anything stupid.

Take one more step and
I pull this trigger.

Look, no one wins if the kid gets hurt.

Put the gun down.

I'll do it. Back off. Back off!

Go! Go!

Come with me.

Okay, base antennas are set.

All I have to do is daisy-chain
the surrounding buildings'

- Wi-Fi and... -
Anything I can do to help?

Pray.

Riley, Bozer? Bozer, you there?

Hey, you copy?

Hell yeah we do, Jack.
Where are you guys?

Uh, 87th floor. I-I think

I'm playing cat and
mouse with these hombres.

I just wet-noodled one and
took his walkie. But, uh,

I have no earthly idea where Mac is.

We, uh... we had to split up.

Did you get the EMP back?

Well, no, not yet.

What about Jerico's diamonds?

I don't think this is
about diamonds, man.

Jerico's safe was locked up tight.

Morales must be trying
to steal something else.

I just, uh...

Well, I've been a little
busy to figure that out.

Actually, I think I may have the answer.

Ralph Jerico just might
be the most heavily insured

person on the planet.

Home, fire, earthquake.

Even a kidnap and
ransom policy he took out

on his only child, Ethan.

As a condition of this
sizeable K&R policy,

Jerico had to agree to chip
his son with a GPS locater.

So Morales uses the EMP

to knock out the chip so
the kid can't be tracked.

This is bad.

Because if they get Ethan
out of the building...

Hell yeah this is bad.

We may never see that kid again.

Hey, let me go!

Hey. Hey. Hey.

You don't have to fight
me. I'm on your side.

Okay.

Now, what's your name?

Ethan Jerico.

And if you hurt me, my
dad will destroy you.

First of all, I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm here to save you. You're welcome.

Second of all, your dad is Ralph Jerico?

Duh! Who the hell are you?

I'm MacGyver. I'm here to rescue you.

MacGyver? That doesn't
sound like a real name.

Let's see some I.D.

That's the second time today

someone's asked me for I.D.

Look, Ethan, you're just
gonna have to trust me.

Help!

Hey, man,

you want the guys with
the big guns to find us?

Aren't you just another guy with a gun?

No. Kind of the opposite, actually.

This is all I carry.

You know those guys have guns, right?

- Like, like big guns, dude.
- Shh.

Yeah, I noticed.

Okay, look, I'm gonna
get you out of here.

But to do that, I got to think.

And in order to think, I need to know

that when I turn my back,
you're not gonna scream.

Or run. Because if you
do either one of those,

those guys with the big guns
are gonna catch you again.

And I promise you you don't want that.

So... we cool?

No, no, no.

I-I know my son's chip is offline.

I got an alert the second it happened.

I pay your company a
lot of money to know

exactly where my son is at all times,

and to keep him safe at all times.

No, no, I-I don't want
excuses. I want answers.

You're gonna tell me
where my son is right now.

Excuse me, Mr. Jerico.

I'm sorry, sir, but this is for you.

This is Jerico. Speak.

Mr. Jerico, my name is Matilda Webber,

and I work for the
United States government.

20 minutes ago, a team of six armed men

knocked the power out in your building

and abducted your son.

Is this a ransom call?

Absolutely not, Mr. Jerico.

I have two operatives
working inside the tower

to save your son,

but we're working with
limited information.

So I need you to help me figure out

exactly what these kidnappers want.

Tell me everything that you know

about a man named Javier Morales.

Okay, if that's who's behind this,

then... I know exactly what he wants.

So, Morales is doing all this

to bust his little baby
brother out of prison?

Not just any baby brother.

We're talking about Rodrigo Morales.

The man is an enemy combatant

wanted by 16 different governments.

He and Javier used to run their
little commando unit together

until Rodrigo got
busted trying to topple

the Nigerian government.

These do not look like nice people.

How does Jerico fit into all this?

Rodrigo is currently

locked up in a Nigerian

supermax prison.

Nigeria is also a
country where Ralph Jerico

has significant business
holdings and political clout.

Morales contacted Jerico

asking him for help, and Jerico refused.

I guess Morales is done asking nicely.

So one phone call from him
could end this whole thing?

Yeah, which means releasing
Rodrigo back into the wild,

which ain't exactly a good
thing... he's a rowdy one.

Matty, did you at least call Jerico,

tell him not to make any phone calls

till we confirm they've got his son?

There's no sense in giving
Morales what he wants

if he doesn't even have the kid.

I convinced Jerico to
give us a half an hour,

but unless he has proof
that his son is safe

in 29 minutes, 18 seconds and counting,

he will make that phone call.

So, I need to know where
Mac and Ethan are right now.

I know that, Matty. I'm not stupid.

But I don't know how to find him
if I don't know where to look.

Hey, Matty, remember that
miracle you asked for?

Check this out.

Did you just X-ray the
entire Dizang Tower?

Sort of.

Since every cam in the building's fried,

I used Wi-Fi signals
from nearby buildings

to build a radar image of
what's going on in there.

You mean like the
thing Morgan Freeman did

in The Dark Knight? Yeah.

Before you ask, that was real.

Yeah, whatever. Batgirl,
use the Bat-thingy

and tell me what floor he's on, pronto.

Unfortunately, this
technique doesn't give us

enough resolution to make out faces.

But those guys definitely
have machine guns.

And that guy's holding the EMP.

So, if I had to guess,

those two blots heading
straight down an elevator shaft

are Mac and Ethan.

Looks like they're headed for the lobby.

Lobby!

I'm thirsty.

Can I drink the stuff in the bottles?

Only if you want to go to the hospital.

It's not soda, it's
hydrogen peroxide and bleach.

When they mix together,
they form something called

chemical luminescence.

Boring!

So, what, this is, like, your thing?

You-you make weird
stuff out of other stuff?

That's lame. You're lame!

Hey, maybe try being slightly less rude

to the guy saving your life.

Tell you what, MacGyver.

When you actually do something cool,

I promise to be impressed.

Hey!

Now what?

Gotcha.

- Okay.
- Good?

All right.

Go ahead.

Ooh.
Yippee-ki-yay...

- Shh! Got a kid present.
- Sorry.

- Who the hell is this old fart?
- Old fart?

- Watch my language?
- You're the adult.

Yeah, well, watch your mouth, Curlicue.

- I take that back.
- Bozer,

I found Mac and the kid.

We're in the lobby, headed out front.

Pick us up.

Guys, looks like Shanghai
SWAT just got here.

Yeah, well, in that case, Matty,
tell Jerico his kid's safe.

With four minutes to spare.

What the hell? What
the hell is going on?

- That's not Shanghai SWAT.
- MacGyver...

Hey, change of plans, Matty.

Morales's boys just took the lobby.

And we just lost our only way out.

Mac, they are securing

every door and stairwell,

cutting off all exits.

Once that is done,

they are gonna go room to
room until they find you.

Then I guess this is
where we make our stand.

Well, that's fine with me.

I don't mind making a stand.

But let-let's come up
with a plan so it's not

- our last stand.
- Yeah. On it.

Um... look,

we're gonna get you out of here, okay?

You're gonna be with your dad soon.

Not that he'd even notice.

He's too busy flying all over the world,

building his empire.

Yeah, well, just 'cause your dad's busy

doesn't mean he doesn't care about you.

He had me chipped

by the same people that
put locators on his cars.

I'm just another possession to him.

When I was your age,

my dad walked out on me
and he never came back.

- And I was angry, just like you are.
- So, what?

Now you're gonna tell me
that my dad really loves me

and it's all gonna get better someday?

No, I'm not gonna tell you that.

I'm just gonna say that
I know how you feel.

- It sucks and I'm sorry.
- Fellas.

Fellas, fellas.

No one likes an ill-timed
heart-to-heart more than me,

but we have some very aggressive
company coming this way,

and I got one clip
left for this bad boy,

so unless they attack
all lined up in a row

for me just to take 'em out at once,

this ammunition limitation's

- gonna be a problem. Capisce?
- That's it.

- Huh? Ow.
- That's it.

We're gonna take 'em all
out at once. It's brilliant.

Huh? What? Y-You want
to fill us in here?

All right, so...

This is a light ballast.

- I need as many of these as we can find.
- Okay, okay.

- Here. You take that.
- You want me to do this?

Yes. Take it. In the lights. Go.

Oh, yes.

Yeah, uh, obviously,

I understand what you're building,

as usual, but... but what about

Small Fry here? You know?

It's a teachable moment, here.

I know what a Faraday cage is, dumbass.

Hey, watch your mouth, kid.

Starting to like this kid.

And, uh, yes, Ethan,
it is a Faraday cage.

Which will shield
whatever's inside of it

from the electrical
energy outside of it.

Obviously.

But I-I don't understand
how a far away cage

i-is gonna stop a group
of highly-trained killers

from bearing down upon us with...

with automatic weapons and ill intent.

- You let him carry a gun?
- Watch your mouth.

It's a Faraday cage, Jack, and it's not.

It's just gonna keep us
from getting electrocuted.

- Electrocuted?
- Yes.

But I-I thought you said

the EMP knocked all of the electricity

out of the building.

No. It fried all the electronics

- in the building.
- Oh.

The city's electrical
grid is still going strong.

And since we are on the first floor,

which means... we still have power.

Oh, good. Let's kill those bastards.

- Easy there, Chucky.
- No, no, I'm with him.

Relax. We're just gonna knock 'em out

long enough for the cavalry to come.

You Webber's people?

Where's my son?

We don't know.

All right, your half hour's up.

I'm making the call.

Dad?

Dad, I-I don't know if
you can hear this, but...

I got separated from the guys
who were trying to save me.

I'm hiding.

In an accounting office
on the first floor.

Are you there? Dad?

Dad? Are you there?

What happens if your
Faraday cage doesn't work?

As a friend once said, then the
rest of the day is gonna suck.

Indeed.

There they are.

Don't move.

- Now!
- Now.

Whoa!

- Now that was cool!
- Hell yeah it was!

- Language.
- Hey, have you heard him talk?

He's a little wolf cub.

- Damn right I am.
- See?

Dad!

- Daddy!
- Ethan!

Oh, gosh!

- Oh...
- Daddy.

Oh...

Oh. You okay?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Oh, I thought I lost you.

You probably would have...

if it wasn't for this guy.

That's MacGyver.

He's really weird, but...

he's also kind of cool.

MacGyver.

Thank you so much for saving my son.

- Of course.
- If there's anything I can do to repay you...

Uh, no. You don't owe me anything.

Actually, you know what?

There is one thing.

Spend more time with your son.

Make him a priority.

He's a good kid.

He's got a mouth on
him, but he's a good kid.

But for him to grow into the man

that you want him to
be, you gotta be around.

So try not to lose him again.

You may never get him back.

Trust me.

- Thank you.
- See you around, Curlicue.

- See you around, old fart.
- What?

It's not that...

I got the EMP back!

Nice!

Mac fried it to smithereens,

but I did get it back.

- Bravo.
- Hey.

- Yes.
- Bravo.

Yeah, a-and happy trails, Morales.

I can't believe none of
you guys got that reference.

What reference?

Die Hard?

"Happy trails, Hans."

Yeah, never seen it, Jack.

Wait a minute. You've
never seen Die Hard?

Of course I've seen Die Hard, Jack.

Just wanted to see

if I could make your
head explode. Almost did.

It was pretty close.

After today, I got a whole new respect

for John McClane, I'll
tell you that much.

Should I get the fire pit going?

Maybe order some food?

Nah.

I'm tired.

Gonna hit the hay.

Get some sleep.

Sleep, huh?

Sure you're not just
gonna spend another night

hunting for your dad?

Jack didn't tell you?

Photo was a dead end.

He did. But since when has
a dead end ever stopped you?

Fair enough. You got me.

I was gonna go through the
whole dossier all over again.

I just don't understand

why my dad would go
through all the trouble

of sending me the photo if there
wasn't some puzzle hidden in it

I was supposed to figure out.

And then I wonder, why
all the cloak-and-dagger?

If he had something
he wanted to tell me,

why not just pick up the phone and call?

Well, that question I can answer.

Your dad always believed the
best way to learn something

was to figure it out for yourself.

Like the time I asked for a computer

and he gave me two college-level
books on how to build my own?

This may sound weird, Mac, but...

I always thought that stuff

was your dad's way of
saying "I love you."

Never thought about it like that.

And do you remember
what my dad used to say?

Every night?

"Go to bed. Now.

And if you can't sleep, pretend to"?

You should really listen to him.

Pops has always been a wise man.

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