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[tires squeal]

♪

MacGYVER:
Sir Isaac Newton's
law of inertia states that

an object in motion will stay
in motion unless acted upon

by an unbalanced force.

Meaning: your life can be going one way, and at any moment

something can happen to bounce
you in a new direction.

Like if you lose your job
as an elite covert operative

in a government task force,

you can end up, well...

here.

MacGYVER: "Knowing is
not enough, we must apply.

Being willing is not enough,
we must do."

Da Vinci said that.

He was trying to tell us
that diagnosing the problem...

...it's only the first step.

The most important step

is taking action.

[snoring]

Knowing isn't enough.

So what, then, does it take

to actually do something?

To stop watching...

and take action?

First, you have to...

...wake up.

Welcome back.

♪

[bell rings]MacGYVER:
Class dismissed.

Remember, Michealson,
chapter four and five for...

next week.

♪

♪

[indistinct chatter]

Nice moves, Professor.

[grunts]

Who the hell
are you?
Easy.

I just wanted to chat.

Why are you following me?

[chuckles]

My name's Russ.

Russ Taylor.

Very pleased to meet you, Angus.

As in Spearhead
Operations Russ Taylor?

Oh, my reputation precedes me.

Yeah. It does, and
it's not a good look.

Black budget ops,
destabilizing governments,

protecting dictators--
all for profit, by the way.

I know enough to know I want
nothing to do with you.

Oh, that's my old résumé.
I'm in a new line of work now.

Oh, what is that?

Yours.

I mean, not the, uh,
not the coeds, the...

thesis papers.

The... saving-the-world
thing, that one.

Not my line of work anymore.
Long story.

Well, not really.
Once upon a time,

the Phoenix Foundation
was infiltrated

by an ex-FBI psycho,
resulting in it being defunded

and shut down,
and now your entire team

is living in a red-tape
limbo of regret

and ramen noodles.

Oh, careful.

You almost looked
impressed there.

Never had a stalker before.

I have an eye for talent.

And you...

are the very best
at what you do.

Go find the second best.
I'm...

shaping young minds here.

And besides, if I was
gonna get back in the game,

it wouldn't be with

a profiteering con artist
like you.

Goodbye.

What if I were
to tell you that...

thousands of innocent lives
are at stake?

♪

Oh, I like it!

Very nervous-
breakdown chic.

Very now.

I don't get a whole
lot of visitors.

Well, how can you tell?

They could be anywhere.

Okay, you've got

until I finish this.

And fair warning:

they go down
pretty quick these days.

Hey!Oh, it's all

just part of
the presentation.

So...

your thing...

is... improvisation.

Given a problem,
you will throw a bit

of science at it,
a bit of elbow grease,

and you always
find a solution.

Me, I can always find

the problem.

The missing ingredient.

The squeaky wheel.
Whatever you want to call it.

I recognize patterns
in the world.

I have what's called...

Pareidolia.

Hyper-pattern recognition.
You see connections

where there aren't any.
It's a disorder.

You say disorder,
I say tomato.

Sure, some people
can look at a...

piece of toast and see
the Virgin Mary...

But not you, right?

I see...

patterns...

on a global scale.

Shipping lanes--
legal, not so legal.

Flight patterns.
Political disputes.

Warlords shifting sides.
Black money market transactions.

But recently,

there's a new signal

in the noise.

You know what you
sound like now, right?

Someone is planning something.

Someone big,
with even bigger thumbs,

pushing down on the scales.

Well, that's great.

You should take this
to the intelligence community.

CIA, NSA.

Somebody
still in this line of work.

Oh, you mean like the people
who shut down the Phoenix.

Hmm? What?

You never thought of that?

All that red tape
preventing your friends

from getting
government positions?

What are you saying?

Whoever's behind this

has their tendrils in
every major organization,

both here and abroad, not
to mention my own company.

I don't know
who I can trust.

I'm an outsider,
like you.

Well, Russ,

I'm dry here, so...

There is going to be an attack.

[beeps]

A bioweapon...

featuring a next-gen version
of a botulinum toxin

was recently sold
on the black market,

and as you know,
just one gram of the stuff...

Could kill thousands.

Whoever bought it
intends to use it.

And none of the
intelligence agencies

are looking into it.

It'll look like
domestic terrorism,

but it won't be.

It's part of something bigger.

This is real.

I figure we have 72 hours
at best.

MacGyver.

You don't have
to trust me.

Trust the intel.

Will you help me stop this?

It's got to be my team.

I was counting on it.

They'll take some convincing.

Well, Angus,

you'd better
get a move on.

[tapping keyboard]

[beeping]

All right, sir.

Your hard drive was corrupted.

But good news:
I was able to save your data.

Now, part
of the problem

was the 900 gigabytes of...

[chuckles]:
media...

that was in the "tax folder,"

which we both know was
definitely not tax-related.

So I was able
to put all of that

on this thumb drive.

Enjoy.

[groans softly]

Mac.
Riles.

[exhales]

It's been a while.

Yeah, we did a pretty crappy job
of keeping in touch, huh?

I heard you were teaching now.

You good?

Mm...

'Cause I'm not.

I'm-I'm not good.

At all. Mm.

Well, you look good.

You know, not a
lot of people

can pull off grape.

Yeah. Best I could do
after the Phoenix folded.

With all the red tape, I can't
near another G-job again.

So don't hate on the grape.

No hate.[laughs]

I'm in no position to judge.
Promise.

What are you doing here, man?

[clears throat softly]

[whispers]:
It's a job.

Hear me out.

It's not Phoenix.

It's gonna be dangerous.

I quit!

I'm in!
Hundred percent. Yes!

You see, I was laid off.

Found myself without a job
for the first time in a while,

so...

I decided to go for it.

Max out my Visa,
call every favor in...

and make a movie.

[chuckles softly]:
No.

Make a film.

Love + Gun + Die.

And now...

here I am.

How does it feel to
follow your dreams

andstick the landing?

Well, Mandy...

I have to say...

...there are worse things.

[both laughing]

Uh, would you excuse me
for a moment?

Sure.Ah, thanks.

Uh, hold this for me?Oh.

Don't sip it.
[chuckles]
Oh.

Mac! It's great to see you,
but now is not a good time, man.

I'm trying to seal
another deal...Yeah, I-- This is urgent.

Like "science teacher" urgent?

Professor. And no,
like "old days" urgent.

Like "high school
old days" urgent?

Bozer.

"Phoenix old days,"

like life-and-death
kind of stuff.

Oh.

No.

No? What? No?

As in N-O. Okay? Why
am I gonna put myself

in their hands again when
they hung us out to dry?

There's no "they."

It's not the old Phoenix,
it's just me.

You trust me, right?

Of course.

But I'm on a press tour.

For my movie.

Mine. You know how long
I've waited for that?

Help me, Bozie-Wan Kenobi.

You're my only hope.

Don't Episode IV me,
that's A New Hope,man.

That's sacred.

It's that serious.

[whimpers]
Come on, man.

Hey, so what about Matty?
We need Matty.

Russ Taylor already
approached her,

and she said no, I guess.

After the Phoenix,
she said she was done

with this line of work.

So, dare I ask?

Well, I'm gonna go
after Desi next.

Come on. It's fine.
We're professionals.

We-- People work with
their exes all the time.

Uh, no, they don't,

especially not after breakups
as nuclear as yours.

It wasn't nuclear,
it was just messy.

[chuckles]
Man, this ought to be good.

Okay. Well, things may have
gotten a little complicated

between me and Desi,
but I have no doubt

she'll be mature about it
and jump right on board.

♪ She got that good, good love,
she got that bad attitude ♪

♪ She got that je ne sais quoi

♪ She got that
boom, boom, boom... ♪

No. No way, dude.

The things we know
about each other.

The things we did to each other?

It's a terrible idea, Mac.

We can pull it together
for one mission.

You've faced far worse than me
in your years of service.

Have I?

Your adolescent obsession
with '80s pop.

Your terrible taste
in movies.

That gurgling,
choking snore sound

you do at 3:00 in the morning.

Well, I was lucky
to be snoring

with your roll-over
punches to the face.

See? We can't do this.

Desi, lives are at stake.

WOMAN:
Don't talk to me like that.

Hey, you jerk.MAN:
Leave the lady alone.

Excuse me, Mac,
I have to go to work.

MAN:
Could I get your phone number?

Sir,

I'm gonna have
to ask you to leave.

[audio distorts, music muffled]

♪ Girls♪♪ We love to make you jam

♪ We love to play
and to have fun ♪

♪ We love to pop your bubble [man grunts]

♪ Break it down,
you better run. ♪

[cheering and applause]

And I know things may not have
ended on the greatest terms

between us,
but now is a chance

for us to do something
good again.

Come on.

Bouncing thugs out of clubs

may scratch the itch
a little bit, but...

Tell me you don't miss
the action.

TAYLOR:
Ladies and gentleman,

the clock is ticking,
let's get started.

You sure about this guy?

No.

Question. If you're Mr. Super
Rich Guy Gun-For-Hire,

then why are we all crammed
into this house

like an episode of Hoarders?

TAYLOR: Because
as far as I know,

my facilities
have been compromised.

I came to you because
you are the best,

but also because
you've been out of the game,

so I know you're all clean.

Now, let's get down to business.

This is Lazlo Carver.

Black market arms dealer.

Recently graduated
to Red Tier items.

Red Tier?Weapons deadly on a mass scale.

Hades X1. Aptly named.

This is an experimental
bioweapon,

featuring and next-gen version
of botulinum toxin.

Just a gram of this stuff
could wipe out

the entire population
of any major city

within a matter of days.

So let's go get this Carver guy
before he sells it

to some psychopath
who wants to use it.

Unfortunately, no. Carver
already sold it a week ago.

I'm guessing
we don't know the buyer.

No, but we need
to figure it out fast,

because Hades has
a very short shelf life.

Whoever bought it is gonna want
to use it in the next 36 hours.

Tonight, Carver is holding

an auction
for recent acquisitions

from his compound
in Mexico City.

The place will be crawling
with criminal types.

Terrorists, dictators,
the worst of the worst.

All hoping to stock up.

Now, Carver has
a digital ledger

where he keeps all
his customers' info.

IDs, bank account transfers,
the works.

DESI:
And you want us to
go undercover

as criminal glitterati,
sneak in, steal the ledger,

and find out who
he sold the weapon to.

MacGYVER:
Yes. But the problem is,

we can't just steal it

without spooking Carver,

who will then alert his buyers.

We need to copy it.

I'll figure out a way
to interface

a short-range transmitter
to the ledger,

and then I'll upload
the rest to Riley.

The ledger itself
will be encrypted;

probably several layers' worth.

MacGYVER:
Now, Bozer,
you're gonna be running

the entire operation
from here.

We don't have Matty
watching our backs,

so it's all up to you.

TAYLOR: Ms. Davis will
crack the ledger,

and we'll find out
who the buyer is.

And stop them before
they use that thing.

All right, Bozer,
we are in.

Copy that, Alpha Team.

Bravo Team, report status.

RILEY:
In position.

Short-range wireless
up and running.

BOZER:
Copy that.

Mac is on the hunt
for the ledger.

When he finds it,
he'll upload the data

straight to you,
nobody's the wiser.

Nobody being the
wiser is key.

If Carver even gets
a whiff of dirty,

he'll lock this place down,
and we'll all be dead in five.

Relax. This is not
our first rodeo.

Why is it always a rodeo?

If this were an actual rodeo,
it would be my first.

You know, I've never actually
been to the rodeo--

Ooh, hors d'oeuvres.

Tell me again why
we trust this guy.

MacGYVER: Because
the intel is sound.

Just trust in that,
if you can.

It looks like
I have a fan.

Well, in that dress there will
be no shortage of those.

You were always
so good with flattery.

Until you weren't.

Awkward. Okay, guys,

look sharp,
the show's about to start.

Ladies and gentlemen,

our items are being
prepared for display

as we speak.

We'll be ready to begin
in just a few short minutes.

[applause]

Ledger's on the move.

Yeah, I've got eyes.
I'm following now.

♪

All right, I've got eyes
on the ledger,

but it's in the auction room.

Like, where everyone's
about to go?

Yeah.
You guys need to keep everybody

up in the reception area
for a couple more minutes.

Riley...

what about a lights out?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

RILEY:
Carver's got everything
hard-wired.

There's nothing to hack into.

I've got an idea.

Don't touch me with your
filthy, unworthy hands!

[gasping]

Mac,

Operation Distraction

in action.

[men shouting]

Okay, the case is open.
Riley...

prepare for upload.

Uh-oh. We, uh...

have a slight problem.

Looks like Carver is,

uh, a little old school.

Like pen and paper old school.

Uh, okay, just-just read it
back to me.

I'll record it.No.

These are codes and symbols.
I'm not really sure

what I'm looking at here.

And I don't have a cell phone
or a camera

to take a picture of it.

All right, just-just get
the ledger back to me.

I can decrypt it.

Hang on a second.

If that ledger goes missing,

Carver alerts all
of his customers,

and the buyer goes underground.

So we need to make a copy.

Right.

♪

MacGYVER:
Ink is essentially
a chemical residue

left on paper in neat little
shapes that we can read.

You can transfer it
either by getting it wet,

or by using a lot of heat.

Whoa, hold on. Turns out
there is something I can hack.

[beeping]

[shouting in Spanish]

Mac, you've got incoming.

You gotta buy me more time.

I just need a few more pages.

RILEY:
Copy that.

MAN [over comms];
Jose, Luis...

[speaking Spanish]

[indistinct shouting]

[fire alarm blaring]

[speaks Spanish]

MAN:
Eh, it's the fire alarm.

Let's go. Everyone.

[indistinct chatter]

Let go, out the front door.

Out.

Let's go.
Out the front door.

Did we get it?

Oh, yeah, we got it.

TAYLOR: I've got a house nearby
we can hole up in.

It's not much, but
mi casa, su casa.

Carver used a classic
polyalphabetic code.

Pretty easy to crack
if you're... me.

Let me get you
some ice for that.

I'll be right back.

Looks like our bioweapon buyer
has a name: Martin Bishop.

Ton of hits.

Run it through the list of
the usual Agency databases

and see what you can dig up.

There's something else.

What? What's wrong?

Carver used a patent number
to identify the Hades X1.

But that number
also corresponds

to a patent owned by...

Spearhead Operations.

That's...Taylor's company.

He's been playing us.

Spearhead Operations! That
thing, that bioweapon is yours!

Yeah, well, there may have been
something I forgot to mention.

We are risking our lives
to clean up your mess?

This was a contract
I should never have taken.

A bioweapon meant to
neutralize populations

without destroying
geographical assets.

Neutralize?

You mean murder.

Yes. Yes.

Not all of us are...

are born heroes.

I just wanted to do
something important.

After MI6,
that led me to...

private military
contracts and...

and making some...

some difficult...

decisions.

I told myself that...

it was all for the greater good.

I got rich...

monetizing...

the one constant
of civilization.

Human conflict.

The poor man wants
to be rich,

the rich man wants
to be king...

and the king
isn't satisfied until...

he rules everything.

Let me guess: Sun Tzu.

Springsteen.

[computer beeping]

Look, I... I know

I've made mistakes,
but this is...

this is not the life
I want, I...

It's not the legacy
I want to leave behind.

Lie to us again,
and this is over.

[computer beeps]

Hey, guys? Our interagency
cross-reference

just got a hit
on the buyer.

We've got a potential
Martin Bishop.

But this file is weird.

It's-it's, like...

it's classified.

Who is
this guy?

Yeah, what is Canopy?

RILEY:
I-I don't know.

I mean, this is a level
of classification

I'venever even
seen before.

BOZER: Yeah, I've never heard
of Canopy, either.

But I'll bet you
we know someone who has.

MATTY:
I'm here to talk to you today

about Atilla the Hun.

During his reign, Atilla was
one of the most feared enemies

of the Eastern
and Western empires.

Up there, you may see the face

of a ruthless conqueror.

But me?

I see a pioneer.

A pioneer who took a band
of misfit nomads

and used them to conquer Europe.

And so I ask you all
this question:

How do you unleash
your inner Hun?

[beeping, electronic crackling]

What the hell's going on?

[buzzing, crackling stop]

Riley! It worked. I got her.

Matty, thank God.
Mac and the team are in trouble.

They're...

Oh.

That's a...

that's a lot of people there.

[laughter]

MATTY:
Taylor, what the hell
are you doing

running my team?Look, you've been

out of the game for over a year,

and in that time
a lot has happened.

Notre Dame's
caught fire,

Accrington Stanley got promoted
from Division Two,

and-- oh, that's right--
I run your team now.

Oh, and you
are crushing it.

Running an unsanctioned op
so mismanaged

that you allowed
an apocalyptic bioweapon

to slip through
your fingers.

You're great.

We really need
your help.

Well, it's nice to know
I'm your backup.

You said she was retired.

Well, technically,
she wouldn't take my call.

No one takes your calls.

Well, then, that's that.

No, no, no.
Not "that's that."

You are relying
on your lackluster reputation

for me to blow you off
so that I wouldn't be here

to challenge your authority.

Well, now that you've finished
challenging my authority...

Matty, we're
on a tight time clock,

and we really,
really need your help.

Right. Okay.

Bozer gave me the name
Martin Bishop.

We think he's about
to release a bioweapon

in a domestic attack.

We need to be able
to access his files.
Well...

like the rest of you,
I lost my clearance.

But lucky for you,
I was able to pull

whatever strings I have left,
which is how I managed

to get--

voilá--

the dossier

of Martin Bishop.

MATTY:
Canopy is

the top secret
security designation for DXS,

which at one time was...

Phoenix.

So Bishop was one of us?

He was before
our time.

Before Oversight.

He was you, Mac.
A brilliant, young mind

paired with a soldier
using science to save the world.

I was wondering why I had
never heard about him before.

But then I realized why.

He's a dead man.

KIA 2006, Budapest.

But guess what?

No body was ever
recovered. He's a faker.

So our terrorist is a ghost.

DESI:
With a bioweapon.

How do we find him?

We don't look for him.

Then what do we look for?

What he's trying to make.

You said he was
one of us, right?

So Bishop has

an engineering background.

Hades is a
bioweapon, sure.

But it's just the toxin.
What it's missing is...

Delivery system.

Mac, how would you do it?

Um...

Some kind of rocket.

But it couldn't
be smuggled in.

It would have to be
homemade. Off the grid.

Bishop's got a list

of old aliases.DESI: He'd
need a place

to assemble it.And materials.

Liquid oxygen and kerosene.

Lots of it.Oh, check this out.

A shipment of five cubic meters
of kerosene

was delivered to a property

off the Angeles Crest
three weeks ago.

The name of the
property owner,

Gregg Sallattem.

That's one of
Bishop's aliases.

That means Los Angeles
could be the rocket's target.

Okay, I'll call the Air Force
and have them prepare

countermeasures against
a rocket strike.

Bozer, you're with me.

The rest of you, Angeles Crest.Get yourselves to Angeles Crest.

What she said.

[beeping]

MacGYVER:
This place is perfect
for someone

who wants to get off the grid
and stay off the grid.

I'm hardly seeing
any heat signatures in here.

MATTY:
Well, there's just one,

in the northeast corner
of the compound.

This place is a mess.

A window into his state of mind.

This coming from
Marie Kondo.

MacGYVER:
Careful, Taylor.

Lot of things in this place
don't react well to bullets.

TAYLOR:
Don't move.

BISHOP:
Well.

Certainly took you long enough.

You know,
when I was there,

DXS had a reputation
for being fast and efficient.

But not this whole
Phoenix Foundation...

[grunts]

DESI:
Get up.

Matty, we got him.

No sign of the rocket, though.

Surrounding area is clear,

with the exception
of a structure 30 yards

behind the compound.

DESI:
Copy that.

Riley and I will go.

Guys, good luck
getting him to talk.

You know, Bishop...

I started my career in MI6.

Psyops.

I learned manipulation,

propaganda, lie detection,

interrogation.

All super
useful methods

I'd later use to
start my own company.

But do you know what I found to
be the best source of motivation

for all human beings?

Hmm?

Pain.

Hmm.
[laughs]

Hold on.

We could do this your way

or the dentist's office way.

Oh, the dentist's office.
That sounds like a horror show.

♪

Nitrous oxide not only

reduces the pain, but
it lowers inhibitions.

And the reason that secrets

are so hard to keep
is that people desperately

want to tell them.

They just need a little push.

[grunting]

[laughs]

Well? Want to do the honors?

I meant ask him questions!

I know what you meant.

Where's the rocket?

[panting]

They told me about you,
MacGyver.

You know,

you and I aren't so different.

I don't murder innocent people,

so I don't think
we're anything alike.

Oh, it's not murder.

We're saving them.

"Them"? "We"? Who?
Who do you work for?

I work for everyone.

I mean, look around, man.
The whole world

is burning.

It's flooding.

We're starving and we're dying
while the people in power,

they do nothing.

DXS promised to save the world
through science

and they failed, so I left.

And I'm not the only one.

There are others
all over the world.

And we're willing
to do what you cannot.

We're willing
to do what's necessary.

Guys, there's nothing here.
The place is empty.

RILEY:
The rocket's been taken
somewhere else.

It's almost time.

The pillars of society
will fall.

We're gonna burn it all
to the ground.

The thing is,
being willing

is not enough.

You must do.

And my question is,

when the time comes,

what will you do,
Angus MacGyver?

[grunts]

What's happening?

[coughs]

[groaning]

Poisoned himself.
It was the watch.

He had it laced.

[beeping][rumbling]

Are there underground tunnels
on the property?

Actually, you're
over the aqueduct.

There's an access

at the east end of the compound.

What are we missing here?

That rumble
was a launch.

TAYLOR:
How can you

launch a rocket underground?

MacGYVER:
It wasn't a rocket.

It was a torpedo.

With Hades as
its payload.

[alarm sounding]

If that thing detonates
in the center of the city,

it'll shower the city with
toxin, and millions will die.

Okay, let me get this
straight. As we speak,

a GPS-equipped torpedo
is making its way through

L.A.'s underground water system?RILEY:
Exactly.

The torpedo's in there
somewhere,

but there's one problem.

There's thousands
of miles of pipes.

The torpedo's GPS has
to navigate through all

the connections.TAYLOR:
That gives us

only 40 minutes
to find it.

Right, but if we're smart,
maybe we don't even have

to search for it at all.
Think about it this way.

In order to spread toxins
through the city,

that torpedo needs
to hit a target

with above-ground
water facilities.

That way, the steam
from the explosion

can dissipate into the air.

RILEY:
Best way to do that
is one of LADWP's

421 distribution stations.

That's far too many.

Maybe we can locate
the ones being targeted.

'Cause the good news is,

that torpedo has
a massive toxin payload.

And explain "good news."

Okay, water distribution
stations-- they vary in size,

depending on geography
and local water needs,

which means
the pipes also vary in size.

Okay. I see where
you're going.

Hacking the DWP
to get the diameter

of all pipes
heading toward those stations.

And from the launch site, I can
estimate the torpedo's diameter.

All right, Bozer, pipe
measurements coming your way.

Got it. Eliminating all stations

where the pipes are too small
for the torpedo to pass through.

Okay, that leaves 12 stations

with pipes wide enough
to fit that thing.

[alarm sounding]

These stations are on
the outskirts of the city.

To kill a lot of people,
you need to aim for the center.

Right there.
Station 253.

Smack dab
in Downtown.

The pipes heading
toward that station

have elevated
water levels.

Because the torpedo
is displacing water.

That's the target.

Okay, so that's all
very impressive,

but how do you stop it?

[sighs]

Riley, find the
closest concrete plant.

Okay.
Or diaper factory.

Either one works.

Did he just say
"diaper factory"?

Mm-hmm.

[tires squealing]

[alarm sounding]

RILEY:
Tracking that torpedo

through the pipe's
water sensor.

11 minutes till it passes

right through here.
You might want to boogie!

[tires squealing]

Mac, now would be
a really good time

to unpack this
plan of yours.

How will this stop a torpedo?

The chemical we got

at the concrete plant
is sodium polyacrylate.

It's a polymer used
to strengthen concrete.

Same stuff used in baby diapers.

Super absorbent.

This valve

opens up into the
contact basin, where

water passes through
before going into...

homes and businesses.

[alarm sounding]

Did it stop?

Okay, now start pouring
everything in.

Okay, now that should
absorb the water,

creating a gel firm enough

to absorb the impact
of the torpedo, but soft enough

that it won't explode

on impact... theoretically.

It's not working.

The gel's not forming.

Well, then,
we'll shovel faster.

No, no, that's not it.
The powder-- it's clumping,

so the chemical reaction
can't take place,

and the shovels won't reach.
We need to mix it.

[grunts]

DESI: Mac, what
are you doing?

Guys, it's working.

The gel's forming.

[alarm sounding]

[beeping]

Five minutes to impact.

MATTY:
Mac, get out of there,
or the thing

stopping that torpedo
is gonna be you.

MacGYVER:
I'm trying.

This stuff is

drying around me.

It's like quicksand.

You got to hurry up, Mac.

[grunts]
I-I can't.

It's no use. I'm working

against thousands of pounds
of pressure down here. [grunts]

You've got to find another
way to get him out of there.

Come on, Desi.

Come on, Mac!

The gel should work,
but you should

get to a safe distance
just in case, okay?

I'm not leaving you!Riley, you need to leave.

Now.

[alarm sounding]

Guys, we're running
out of time.

What are we
doing about Mac?

BOZER:
Desi?

Taylor?

Where are they?

[helicopter whirring]

Russ?

Careful. You almost
look impressed.

[alarm sounding, beeping]

We need more lift!

[alarm sounding]

[grunting]

More power?

[grunting]

I can't hold on!

[groans]

Russ, lower the chopper.

[beeping]

30 seconds till impact!

Riley, hand me your backpack.

I need to make
a harness.

All right,
Desi, when I tug

on the rope, pull up fast.

What the hell is he doing?

[alarm sounding]

[beeping]

Ten seconds till impact!

Nine, eight,

seven...

[alarm sounding]

Now!

[alarm sounding]

DESI:
Hey, guys, we got him.

He's okay.

Oh.

[whirring]

[distant siren wailing]

[laughs]

TAYLOR:
Yes, I know,
I know. I was

rather fabulous. [laughs]

Russ.

Well done.

You saved the city.

Ooh, what is
this, uh...

this warm, magical
euphoria I'm feeling?

Is this what, uh...

is this what doing good
feels like, hmm? Hmm.

So, what now, guys?

Well, I... have papers
to grade, so...

Back to the real world,
I guess?

TAYLOR:
The real... Hang on.
The real world?

The real world is
what we need to save.

Have you forgotten
the whole global conspiracy?

The-the "burn it all down"?

Bishop said there were others.

And they will not stop.

What do you want us to do?

We don't have the
Phoenix anymore.

Yes. About that.

Um, there may be
one other thing

that I forgot to mention.

[clacking]

Well, it's pretty much
as you left it.

Um, oh, some
technical upgrades.

Had a cleaning
crew come in here.

Oh, I'm working on putting a
foosball table over there.

Youbought the Phoenix?

Yes. Few months ago. What?

You didn't think I recruited
you all for just one mission?

I had to, uh, you know,
kick the tires, as they say.

[laughs]

So, you were
testing us?

Well, not just you. Me.

I had to prove that, you know,
we could all work together.

How would this even work?

The same as before.

Only this time,
you'll be privately funded,

and, uh, after I pull

a few strings:
government sanctioned.

Then we'll be able
to pursue missions

of my choosing. [laughs]

Our... your choosing?

So...

what do you say?

Are you guys serious? Yes.

It's a "yes."

Hell, yeah.

BOZER:
What can I say?

I'm in. Saving the world is

a lot more fun than pretending
to save the world.

But I'm keeping my agent.

MATTY:
Your asses

would be toast without me,
so, I'll be here.

Mac?

This is home.

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