All language subtitles for macgyver s02e16

JACK: Hurry up, man.
My legs are going numb.

You got to pull harder
this time. Come on.

MacGYVER:
Why don't you just
suck in your gut?

You made it through
fine before.

No, no, that ain't
the problem. It's that gi... Oh!

That giganto hard drive we stole

off the Iranian secret police

is still in my pocket.

Come on, man. I don't want to go
out like Winnie the Pooh here.

Dazzle me with some brilliance,
will you?

Okay. Okay.
This might work.

Pee your pants.

Pee my pants?

Yes. It'll reduce
the circumference of your waist.

I don't care how much

science you throw at me.

I ain't gonna be remembered
as the agent who got stuck

in a wall
and peed his damn pants.

I'd rather you just
punch me in the face.

Yeah, that might
loosen me up,

like-like banging a jar of jelly
on the counter or something.

You know, I don't want
to eat my teeth, but like

a short right cross
or something.

Oh, so much for
getting this done

before the secret
police found us.

Okay, okay,
no more messing around.

Punch me in the face.

I'm not gonna hit you.
Come on.

I'm giving you permission.
Just do it!

Mac, they have literally
released the hounds,

and all the parts of me
I care about most

are on the other side
of this wall.

It's a block and tackle.
Put your hands through.

Yeah. Okay. Here
we go. All right.

Now, the pipes

are gonna act as a pulley,

increasing
mechanical advantage...

Mac, Mac, I don't care

how it works.
Okay? Just pull.

Pull, okay?
(distant shouting,
dogs barking)

All right.

Oh! Oh, wait.

Is it too late to pee my pants?

You don't need my permission.

*

Are you sure about this?

Yeah. Yeah, just
pull and twist, trust me.

You know, when you
asked me to come over

to help you out
with something,

I assumed you had a computer
problem, but this is...

extremely weird.
No.

Weird is being asked
to lubricate yourself

to get through a hole
in the wall.

What?
Forget it. Look, I've been
throwing this shoulder out

since fifth grade.
I'm barely gonna feel it.

Now stop being
a nervous Nellie

and just...

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?
Yeah, you did great, Janet.

That's not my name.
That's super.

Super. I'll see you
back at work.

Are you seriously not gonna
tell me why we just did that?

Sorry. No, no. It's just...

need-to-know,
super spy stuff.

Okay? Later.

Adios. Adios.

That means "good-bye."
Get out.

MATTY:
How's your shoulder?

A little better every day.

I'd still love
to thank the guy responsible.

Any news on Murdoc?

No, not since Henry Fletcher's
body was found, but

our techs are still working
the crime scene for leads.

Knowing Murdoc,
you won't find any.

Are you experiencing

sympathy pains?

I'll have you know

I dislocated my shoulder
practicing kenjutsu.

Honing my skills,

trying to keep this little team
of knuckleheads safe.

So, you hurt yourself
playing with swords,

and we're supposed to feel safe?

Oh, I wasn't playing with 'em.

You know what?
I'm sorry I asked.

Now let's move on
to why you're all here.

Meet Boris Mitrovic.

He's Serbian war criminal

and Interpol's Most Wanted
since 1999.

For nearly two decades,

they've been trying to get near
this guy and have failed.

Then, two months ago,
they caught a break,

and they almost caught him,
but the raid went sideways.

Marko Mitrovic--

Boris' right-hand man
and oldest son--

was killed, but, unfortunately,

Boris escaped,

and has since fallen off
the face of this earth.

He could be anywhere.

But since he's responsible
for hundreds of deaths,

he is definitely someone that we
would like to have a word with.

Which brings me to
Boris' other son,

Omar.

JACK:
Kid looks pretty slick.

You sure he's from that family
of Quasimodos?

Omar is the baby
of the Mitrovic family,

and the apple
of his daddy's eye.

So if anyone knows
where Boris is, it's him.

How do we get close to Omar?

So here's the interesting part.

Omar is not like his father
or his brother.

He rejected the family business,

choosing instead
to spend his nights

and his daddy's dough
throwing lavish parties

at the family's
ultra-secure compound.

Other agencies have

gotten agents in, but the ones
that have gotten in--

they never made it out.

So... you're sending us in next?

Well, fortunately for us,
I don't need to do that.

So, two months ago,

Omar started dating

social media maven Mia McQueen.

Wildly popular, she's
got something like

4.2 million followers
on social media

and a clear aversion
to wearing clothes.

Last week,
the couple tied the knot

in an impromptu wedding
at the family compound.

Because what girl
doesn't want to get married

in a bikini while drunk?

Well, let's
not judge,

because their rash decision
just became our big break.

Mia is making Omar leave
the compound to take her

on a honeymoon.

The newly minted Mr. and Mrs.
Mitrovic just booked ten days

at Château Elan: an exclusive,

off-the-grid resort
in French wine country.

This gives you ten days
to go undercover as guests,

become Omar's best friend,

and get him to spill the beans
on his daddy's location.

You know, it's too bad I'm out
of commission on this one.

You know, partying with the rich
and semi-famous--

that's a Jack Dalton specialty.

You were never going,
Dalton, okay?

This is a hot spot for
hip, young couples,

not senior citizens.

That's not very nice.

Don't laugh at that.

Bozer, Riley, congratulations.

You two just
got hitched.

Mac, you will
be fake-married

to an agent on loan
from the CIA.

Oh. Does this agent have a name?

She does.

Meet Leanna Martin.

Bozer, you might
recognize her

from spy school.

Uh... yeah,

I kind of think
I remember her.
Great.

Then you can introduce her
to Mac, because she'll be here

any minute.

Ooh. Can't wait
to meet the new Mrs. MacGyver.

Uh, Agent Martin.

Good to see you again.

You, too, Agent Bozer.

Um...
Uh...

Right. Great, great. Uh,

I'll just show
you the lab, then.
Yeah.

Uh, this is amazing.
You're amazing.

How did you manage
to get assigned here?
Me?

I thought you set this up.
Wasn't me.

So either we just got
extremely lucky...

Or someone's onto us.

Does anyone here know?

That we've been secretly
dating, even though

we were directly ordered
never to see each other again

for reasons of national
security? Just Riley.

You didn't tell MacGyver?

I thought he was,
like, your best friend.

He is, but he's also
a terrible liar.

Matty set this up.

Assigning my secret
girlfriend to go undercover

as my best friend's
wife is exactly

the kind of mind
game she'd play.

Wait. We're not...?

No. It's you and Mac, but

at least we get to see
each other, right?

While your boss may
or may not be toying with us

to see if we'll slip up
and expose our relationship

so she can have us
court

Sounds bad when you
put it that way. Hey,

I really want to kiss you
right now, but... we can't.

Right?

Right. Of course not.

Okay, let's go get
married to other people.

Now gaze lovingly
into each other's eyes.

*

More lovingly. Even more.

* I would like to get
to know you... *

Come on, guys,
think soul mates.

* Like to get
under your sexy body. *

Bozer, as your wife,
I think we need to have

a chat about your girlfriend.

Leanna is amazing.

Like... wow.

Thanks.

Hey, what are the odds
this happened by chance?

I mean, you think
Matty knows

about me and Leanna and
set this up to out us?

Why would she do that?

Maybe she wants to fire me,

but knows doing that
would piss Mac off,

so she's trying to trick me
into breaking the rules

so she has cause.

Uh, I don't know, Bozer.

That's pretty paranoid.

Either way,

you have to pretend like
you're not in a relationship.

Are you sure
you're okay with this?

This is great.

Um, Eskimo kisses.

Do Eskimo kisses. Yes.

Yup, totally cool with it.

Hmm.
WOMAN:
Okay, where's

my other happy couple? Get
ready, lovebirds. You're up.

You're gonna have to work pretty
hard to out-cute these two.

So... you two getting along?

Having fun?

Talk about lucking out
in the fake wife department.

She's fantastic,
am I right?

Yeah, I guess she's okay.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

That's not a "nothing" face.

What does a "nothing"
face look like?

RILEY:
Bozer?

Get your butt in gear.

All right.

Bitter and demanding.

She's got the wife part down.

Uh, coming, honey!

Oh, boy.

Hey, would you guys mind
checking in?
Yeah.

I kind of want
to talk to him.

Thanks.

All right, I just
want to let you know,

I have no intention
of making a move on my wife.

What are you talking about?
You kn what I'm talking about.
Your spy school girlfriend.

I'm sorry I didn't
make the connection before.

She's incredible, right?
Without risking you
punching me in the face,

she's more
than incredible.
It's cool.

You know, I can handle my
best and very single friend

spending time with my
incredibly hot girlfriend.

All right, now
you're making it weird.

Nah, man.

I'm good, okay? This
is just an assignment.

It'll be over soon.

Good. Stay focused,

because I think
the assignment just arrived.

Hey, guys, time
to meet the happy couple.

Uh-oh.

MIA: It's been so long...
Looks like
the happy couple's

not so happy.

Uh, Boze, call my phone,
would you?

MIA: A weekend?
What, you mean two days?

But you promised!

OMAR: Please,
don't make a scene.

I'll make it up to you,
baby, I swear.

Don't "baby" me.
It's ten days.

Ten... days.
OMAR: I know...

Are they arguing about what
I think they're arguing about?

Yeah, afraid so.

Omar just cut their trip short.

Looks like our ten-day window
just shrank to two.

Two days to get lover boy
to give up the location

of his terrorist father?

Is that even possible?

With ten days, it was a
long shot. With 48 hours?

I don't know.

OMAR:
Come on. We'll talk
about it in the bar.

That's a big glass
of wine.

She's pissed.

MacGYVER:
Yeah. Not exactly

a good time
to make an introduction.

Riley, any chance

Not gonna happen.

Can't get onto either
of their phones.

Omar's digital security
is stronger

than the four thugs
he brought with him.

If we want him
to talk about Dad,

we're just gonna have get him
to tell us himself.

Well, back to making a
conversation with him, then.

Or...

: ...we can bring
the party boy to us.

Hey. This Chardonnay's
great and all,

but y'all got
anything stronger?

Oui, monsieur.

We also make
our own champagne,

cognac and single malt whiskey.

Perfect. Two shots of whiskey.

Back in my club days,
this was my move.

Get the party started
and let the ladies come to me.
Ah.

LEANNA:
There were club days?

You had moves?

Bozer thought he had moves.
They never worked.

That's only because
I was dead broke.

Now we got Matty money.

Keep 'em coming.
You know what?

Just leave the bottle.
Yeah, just give me that.

Thank you. Yeah, hear.

Are we sure that drinking
on the job is a good idea?

Absolutely not.

That's why I bought this.

Hey, how you doing?
Hey.

Oh, eye drops. Nice.
Actually,

alcohol dehydrogenase.

And for those who had a
public school education?

Alcohol dehydrogenase
is the, uh, enzyme

that breaks down the booze
in your bloodstream.

But with a few
household items, and...

an hour that I spent
in the lab, I was able

to make enough to make sure that
none of us actually get drunk.

All right.

Cheers?

Cheers.

Cheers. Cheers.
By the way,

the hangover's gonna make you
wish you were dead.

RILEY:
Here.

Can you play this for me?

Thank you.

MacGYVER:
What's that?

You'll see.

* Get set, go

* We set the pace,
running the same race *

* In control

* Get set, go

*

* Get set

* Get set

* Get set, go

*

ALL:
Cheers!

Do one more.

You want
another one?
Come on, one more.

* Go

* Go!

JILL: So, first you have me
dislocate your shoulder,

then you ask me
to bring you the blueprints

for some random house
in Hancock Park.

I know I'm gonna regret
asking this, but...

what's going on?

Come here.

Does that wall

right there look different
than the others to you?

Yeah. The studs aren't doubled
where it connects

to the load-bearing wall,
so it was probably added

after primary
construction, like...

a remodel.

Then that's where it is.

Where what is?

Her safe.

Yeah, come on in, Elwood.
What's up, man?

Got your message.

What's going on?
Riley okay?
Your daughter's fine.

Don't worry about that.
I called you here,

because I know you've dabbled
in the fine art of safecrackery.

Am I right?

Who's this?

That's Jane.
Jill.

Jane, Jill,
whatever your name is...

It's Jill. Just Jill.
Jill.

Great. Fine. Fine.

For the record, my B&E days
are long behind me.

I don't do that anymore.
Mm-hmm.

What if it's for a good cause?

What cause?

Yeah, Jack, what cause?

And what safe?
And what is Riley's dad

doing here?

What the hell
is going on?
What she said.

I need help breaking into

Matty Webber's personal
safe in her house.

ELWOOD:
Matilda Weber?

Riley's boss? The woman who
threatened me in my hotel room?

I don't think so--
she scares me more than you do.

JILL: She's not
just Riley's boss.

She's also mine.

And yours.

Hey. Hey.
Might I remind y'all

that y'all both owe me a favor?

What?
What?

Yeah, I saved
your pitiful life.

And you, you...

dislocated my shoulder.

You asked me to!

Yeah, and a true friend
would have said no.

Why didn't you
just ask MacGyver to help you?

Or Riley

Or anybody but me?
Because...

if this little operation
goes belly-up,

he doesn't want them
getting in trouble.
Whereas you and I?

Totally expendable.

There is something
in Matty's safe

that I desperately need to see
for Mac's safety,

for your daughter's safety,

and for the safety of
everybody we work with,

do you understand me?

So who's with me?

Come on, show of
hands, get excited.

Whoop-whoop.

Oh, great. Good.

Glad to have you both on board.

Now...

I'm pretty sure we need a plan.

*

* Ooh, ooh, ooh *

* You can't stop now, stop now

* Ooh, ooh, ooh *
* You never

* Felt this way before, no

* Ooh, ooh, ooh *
* Can you feel
the fire burning? *

* Gonna go all around,
it's gonna go *

* All around

* My head
* Ooh, ooh, ooh *

* It's never felt so good

* Can you feel the fire burning
like you know it should... *

You mind if
I tag these?
Uh, you better.

Of course.
tagging you.

I'm sending it to you right now.
Perfect.

So cute.

Honey, you ready?

OMAR:
Let's go party, people!

I'm on Mia's phone.

Any luck getting Omar
to talk about Dad?
Not yet.

But I invited them to dinner.
We have all night.

* I'll show you what you want

Mmm...

Mmm...

We didn't get to do any
of this at our wedding,

'cause we got
married in a pool.

So let's agree every time
someone clinks a glass,

everyone needs to kiss, okay?

Mm-hmm.
Okay.

All right. Yeah.

Sounds fun.

Mmm...
Mmm...

Mwah.

LEANNA:
That's cute.

Us?

Uh, yeah, I guess us.
Our turn?

Come on.

RILEY: Wow.

OMAR:
Oh, look at that.

Or...
Yeah. Why not?

Clink again.
Why not?
Why not?

Let's keep clinking, huh?
Clink it up.

...but then we arrived,
and she was so sweet to me.

It was amazing.
That is awesome.

That's so sweet.

I met his parents
right before we got engaged.

I was so nervous.

Yeah.

But now his mom and dad

actually like me more
than they like him.

Funniest thing.

So, how'd it go meeting
Omar's parents?

Uh, I haven't.

Yeah, his mom's dead. I think.

Oh, my gosh.

Yeah.
Sorry.

What about his dad?

I don't know. We've only
been dating, what, two months?

Oh, wow!

MacGYVER: So, let me
get this straight.

You cut your honeymoon down
from ten days to two?

Yeah.

Wow. She must've
been pissed.

She was. Believe me.

You know, I want
to make her happy.

But I need to keep my father
happy, too. You know?

Oh, yeah, but come on,

what's he gonna do
all the way back home in Serbia?

Oh, he could do a lot,
even from there.

But he is not back
home in Serbia.

Oh, he's not?

Oh, no.

You wouldn't believe
where he is.

He...

MIA:
Did you miss us?

Hey.

:
Let's go back to the room.

Perfect timing.
Guys, we are going

to go back to our
room. There is a...

movie we need to watch.

And we're doing
all of this

all over again tomorrow.
Yeah.
MacGYVER: Yes we are.

Sounds good?
You know it.
Yes.

Good night, guys.

Good night.
Good night.

Good night.

Seriously?
We got to do this again?

Oh.

Yeah, hello?

MATTY:
Where are you guys?

Asleep, like every
normal person

at 6:00 in
the morning.

Well, your targets
aren't normal.

They're already up, dressed,

and on their way to go work out.

We just went to sleep,
like, two hours ago.

What are these
people made of?

I don't care
what they're made of.

I care what's
inside Omar's head.

You've got 24 hours left
to get his father's location.

So go make it happen.

I thought your miracle drops
were supposed to keep us

from getting drunk.
Well, they did.

They converted
the alcohol

into the chemical
that causes hangovers.

Like I said, you skip the drunk
and go right to the hangover.

I think I want
a divorce.

I feel like Jack's phone

after Mac builds
something out of it.

Hey.

You guys ready for headstands?

Mm-hmm.

I feel my brain bouncing
in my head with every step.

OMAR:
Morning!

Hey.
Hey. Glad I caught you guys.

Yeah.
You guys up for some oysters
and vodka later?

They're Mia's favorites.
Ha! What a coincidence.

It's our favorite, too.

We had a raw bar
at our wedding.
Ah.

So, is today really
your last day?

Yeah.

But trust me, the six of us
are gonna make the most of it.

You can't stay longer?
Just call up your dad.

Convince him to let
you stick around.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

I'll catch you guys
later, okay?
Yeah.

Hey, guys,
I think Omar

just made us.

Hey, Mia,
you all right?

Definitely just got made.

Omar just texted Mia
"Stay away from our new friends.

I don't trust them."

So now we've got
less than 24 hours

and Omar's not even
talking to us.
LEANNA: Yeah, that about

sums it up.
We need a new plan, fast.

All right, honeymooners,
I want to hear your plan

for getting back into
Omar's good graces

and getting
his father's location,

and I want to hear it now.

Hate to say it, Matty,
but I don't think

we're gonna be able to make nice
in under 24 hours.

Maybe we don't have to.

Maybe we can find a way
to interrogate Omar

right here, right now.

LEANNA: We just need
a window of time

where Omar's completely alone.

Let me check
their schedules.

All right, looks like
Omar's got a 90-minute

in-room massage
in 40 minutes.

Couples massage or solo?

Solo.

Mia signed up for Pilates.

Nice. Looks like
we found our window.

BOZER:
With Omar's goons posted up

outside his suite?
Exactly:

outside his suite.

Leaving me and Omar
all alone inside.

You?
Who says you're going?

Omar booked a female masseuse.

And Riley's got to be our eyes.

Plus, I was number one
for interrogation in our class.

Yeah... I remember.

Okay, but we still
got two problems:

one, what's to stop Omar

from yelling for his guards
once you start

asking questions?
And two, how you gonna get

that kind of sensitive intel
out of him in just 90 minutes?

Actually, I think
I just solved both.

I just need some stuff
from housekeeping.

Time?

88 seconds.

You still got it,
you old crook.

Sure this is the same model
Matty has?

It's, uh, kind of important.

Yeah, 100%.
JILL:
You know what else is important?

Finding a way to beat
Matty's security system

that was installed
by the same company that did

the CIA headquarters.

Jack, there's no way
I can wipe her cameras

or stop her alarms

using an off-the-shelf laptop.
Yeah,

that's exactly why
we're not gonna use

an off-the-shelf laptop.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no.
Y...

Absolutely not.
Come on, Janet.

The Phoenix has all
the computing power we need.

Yeah, but I'd have to be
in the lab to use it.

At Phoenix.
Where Matty works.

I'm not saying there's
not gonna be a risk,

but it's the right thing to do,
believe me.

Says no one,
ever,

when contemplating a crime.

Since when are you a member
of the ethics police, Elwood?

I second his concern.
Guys...

w-would Maid Marian
and Little John

turn their back on Robin Hood?

So, in this scenario,

you get to be the hero, huh?
Uh, yeah.

And Matty
is the Sheriff of Nottingham?

Exactly. Look, just because
something's illegal

that doesn't
mean it's bad.

We're the good guys
doing a good thing.

And as long as
Judy's in the lab when we

break into Matty's,
everything'll be fine.

Relax.
Come on.

All for one and one for all.

Do you think
he knows that's...

:
Don't tell him.

Am I gonna interrogate Omar
or clean his room?

Technically, with this
chloroform, you could do both.
Chloroform?

Won't that just
knock him out?
Not if you're careful.

Before sodium pentothal
was invented,

chloroform was actually
used as a truth serum.

It's all about the dose.

Too much,
and you'll knock him out.

Too little, Omar'll realize
what you're doing,

and his guards
will come crash the party.

Okay, my Mia impression worked.

Concierge believed I was her

and let me cancel
Omar's in-room massage.

Leanna's clear
to swap in as a masseuse.

All right.

Ready to become

a whole new woman?
: Okay,

we did not learn this
in spy school.

Nah, this is what
got me in the door.

Before Phoenix, I was trying
to break into movies.

Thought I'd be the next
Steven Spielberg.

Really?

You never told me that.

Well, when you're trying
to impress a girl,

you don't normally want to bring
up things you've failed at.

I hate that you're
going in alone.

I'll be careful.

I'll be on the comms
the whole time.

I promise you I got this.

And I know you've got my back.

All right.

Time for your close-up.

: Bonjour.
I'm here to give Mr. Mitrovic

his massage.

Merci.

Just a little, uh,
aromatherapy to start.

This is a very special
blend of the oils.

Just breathe deep

and... relax.

Whoa.

That's strong.

Okay, guys, Mia's in the gym.

That's 90 minutes on the clock.

How are you feeling?

So relaxed.

:
What's in that stuff?

Never mind that. Uh...

we are, uh, going to try
a relaxation technique.

Just listen to my voice.

Let the words wash over you

as you sink deeper
and deeper.

:
Tell me about your wife.

Mia?

Mm-hmm.

I love her so much.

She's the most important person
in the world to me.

Is Mia the only family
member you're close with?

What about...

your father?

Whoa.
Why are you asking about...

Omar, you can trust me.

I just want to know
where your father is.

Just tell me,

and this will all be over.

I know you hate being
locked away in that compound.

Wouldn't life
just be better

if he were out of hiding

and you were finally free?

I'm more like him
than you think.

But your father's a
ruthless war criminal.

A murderer.

Like father, like son.

How do you think

I became second in command?

The police
didn't kill my brother.

Then who killed him?

I did.

MATTY:
Okay, this is no longer

an interrogation.
This is now an extraction.

We have Boris's right hand.

We're bringing him in.
How am I supposed
to extract Omar

with four armed guards
outside the door?

MacGYVER: All right,
Leanna, knock him out,

then meet us at the balcony,

all right?
But it's a balcony.

Yeah, but just go with it.

Hey, Leanna, look down.

Omar's out cold.
What now?

Tie one of these ends
to your railing.

What the hell
is going on?

Omar?

Good work.
Do you think the guards heard?

(guard shouting in Serbian,
door rattling)

MacGYVER:
Yeah, I think they heard.

GUARD:
Hello!

Hurry!

Come on.
Riley, meet us
in the parking lot

with a set of wheels.
We're coming in hot.

Well, that didn't
go as planned.

It never does.
Matty's working on exfil now.

We'll question
Omar on the plane

and try to get
his daddy's location

before he has a chance
to run away.
BOZER: Speaking of running,

how's our French
country-style wine truck

gonna outrun Omar's goons
in those?

MacGYVER:
Uh...

Oh, I know.

Go, go, go! Let's go, go, go!

Open! Open the door!

Open it!

MacGYVER: Okay,
Omar's still out cold.

We got exfil coordinates yet?

There's a airstrip
15 miles north.

Matty's got a plane
en route.

Well, once we're
airborne, Leanna can

continue her
interrogation.

Ah...

Come on. Guys, stop the car.

Everyone split up
and box him in.

: Okay, Julie, we're
almost in position. Come on!

Okay, now,

all set, Jules.
Cut the alarm.

If you're not gonna get my name
right, just call me Maid Marian.

JACK: Copy that.

Okay. Hey, Elwood, from here
on out, we's using code names.

You call me Little John,
we're gonna go again.

How about Friar Tuck--
is that cool?

How about we get in, we get out,
and you lose my number?

Yeah, yeah.
How's it going there, M&M?

I turned off the video cameras

and cut her system's link
to the LAPD.

I'm turning
off the alar...
Yo, Specs.

I need a thermal sat view
of France, now.

JACK: Hello?

Marian?
Did you not hear the "now" part?

Marian

Uh-oh.
What

I don't think Marian's gonna be
able to turn the alarm off.

Well, maybe that's for
the best. You said yourself

in order for this plan
to work, we were...
She had to be in the lab

for my old plan to work.
Right.

Now I got a new plan. Ha-ha.

So what's the
new plan, genius?

If we can't slip in
without the Sheriff knowing,

we're gonna have to make this
look like an old-fashioned

smash and grab.

Get to work, Friar Tuck.

The hell are you doing
with that?

Making it look real.

Let's go.
Clock's ticking.

I don't want to grow
a conscience over here.

No sign of Omar.

Do you guys see him?

Yeah, we can't see anything.

Matty, a little help?

MATTY: Okay,
thermal images up.

Bozer, Leanna,
Omar's on your ten

and about a hundred meters away.

There!

On our way.

Um, Director Webber?

Guys, you've got company
dead ahead.

I don't know who they are,
but there are a lot of them.

You've got to grab Omar
before he gets to them.

*

Stay there!

Father.

Who are your friends, son?

They're not friends.

You are very
beautiful.

For now.
Lay a finger
on her and I'll...

Now is not the time
to make a threat,

my friend.

Not before we
get acquainted.

I think you two already
know who I am, but...

I don't know
who you are.

So, please,

introduce yourself.

Name and agency
will be sufficient.

One way or another,

we will find out.

Perhaps...

...a little more pain
will loosen your tongue.

Huh?

MacGYVER: At least
he hasn't found their comms.

Matty, are you getting this?
MATTY: Every word, Mac.

Okay, speech recognition
confirms that's the voice

of Boris Mitrovic.
So, Omar

was using his honeymoon
as a cover-up

for a face-to-face
with his father.

RILEY: We can't just stand out
here and do nothing while th...
Mac, Riley,

you need to stand down.

You're outnumbered
and outgunned.

I have a tac team in the area.

They're en route
and 30 minutes away.

Matty, we don't have 30 minutes.

You guys charge in there,

I can lose four agents.

And if we don't,
then you lose two.

Riley, stay here
on comms

so the Phoenix tac team
can actually find us.

And whatever you do,
don't go near that cabin.

Did he just do that thing

where he runs off
without sharing his plan?

Yep.

Never gets less annoying.

I used to cook sarma
for my boys.

Traditional, passed down
from my father to me.

From me to them.

Marko,

my firstborn,

he loved it the most.

OMAR:
Enough.

Let me kill them now.

Patience.

Dead, they cannot tell us
what I want to know.

Though...

we only need one
to tell us who sent them.

So, kill whichever one

you want.

GUARD:
Who are you?

MacGYVER:
Hey.

I'm MacGyver.

OMAR: He's with these two.
They're working together.

Hey, Omar. How you doing?

Better than Mia, I imagine.

We have your wife.

My people scooped her up after
your security abandoned her

to chase after you.

But, don't worry,

you can get her back as long
as you're willing to deal.

The answer is no.

No deal.

OMAR:
Hold on.

What kind of a deal?

A trade.

I give you back
your beautiful wife.

You give me my friends

and your father.

Save your breath.
My son would...

How do I know you'll
keep your word?

Omar.

Hand him over, Omar. Then
the family business is yours.

Omar...
LEANNA:
Don't you want power?

I mean, isn't that why
you killed your brother?

Omar,

what the hell
she is talking about?

She's lying, Father. She...

Son.

Omar.

Look me in the eye.

Tell me.

Tell me the truth.

Son. Omar...

Yes! Okay?!

I was sick of never being
good enough for you.

BORIS:
Omar!

*

Morning.

I was beginning to think

I had overdone it
with the chloroform.

So you just knocked
everybody out?

RILEY:
For eight hours.

You two were holding hands
when we found you.

Paramedics tried
pulling you apart,

but Bozer's fingers
wouldn't budge.

Wait, did the paramedics
tell Matty about...

my fingers?

MacGYVER:
I don't think so.

But she did get Leanna a car.

Straight to the airport,
then right back to the CIA.

Sorry.
Matty's orders.

RILEY:
Oh, Matty also said

to call her ASAP.

Leanna, it was a pleasure
meeting you.

Bozer, good luck
with that phone call.

Well, I'm pretty sure
we're already busted, so...

I guess if we're
both court-martialed,

at least we'll get
to see each other at trial.

Now I kind of hope
we are busted.

MATTY: When I say ASAP,
I mean ASAP, Bozer.

Yes, ma'am. Sorry about that.

So, you and Leanna, huh?

What are you, uh...

what are you talking about?

I've known about you two
since before Riley found

your secret Snapchats.

You have?
MATTY: Of course.

Why do you think I brought
Agent Martin in on this op?

What, did you think
I was playing some sort

of twisted head game with you?

Uh, that thought had crossed
my mind. Mm-hmm.

Oh, please, Bozer.

If you ask me,
this whole spy school

"good-bye forever" policy
is just dumb.

We always work better
with people that we care about.

Now get your keister home,
lover boy.

*

DISPATCHER:
911, what's your emergency?

Hi. I need to report a break-in.

Okay, ma'am, what's the address?

Ma'am?

Never mind. I was mistaken.

Oh. How was your little
couples retreat there, lover?

Yeah.

Exhausting.
Yeah.

Yeah, well,
that's marriage for you.

It wasn't real.
I know that.
How could it be,

with you stomping
all over Bozer's game like that?

That's not cool.

You know about him and Leanna?

I do now.

Oh, come on, man. He's
been drooling all over the place

ever since she got here.

I just did the math.

How's your arm?

Hurts, but it was worth it.

Hey, I want you
to check something out.

Oh, yeah?
What's this?

It's a photo
of a document I found.

And just so you know,

the original is back
in Matty's safe,

at her house.

This is Matty's un-redacted
personnel file.

Yep. And check out
what she was doing back

in January of 2000.

This means...

Oh, I think you know
what it means, bro.

Matty lied to me.

She did know my father.

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