All language subtitles for MacGyver - S02 E04 - X-Ray plus Penny (1080p AMZN Web-DL)

You been out here
a while, Angus.

You hungry?

He's not coming back, is he?

No, I don't think he is.

Why not?

Well, I'm sure he's
got his reasons.

Did I do something wrong?

No, buddy, this isn't
because of you

or anything you did.

Then why?

When Mom got sick, you said

everything happens for a reason.

So what's the reason now?

Well...

your dad is a very smart man.

Probably the smartest
fella I know,

except for maybe you.

But all those smarts,
they come at a price.

Sometimes a man like your
dad can get so focused

on what he thinks is important

that he completely misses out
on what really is important.

When your old man realizes that,

he'll be back.

Until then, no matter what...

No matter where he goes,

how long he stays away,

your father will never
stop loving you.

Is that a paper clip?

I can't get this part to bend.

Oh.

Try this.

Keep it.

It's been good to me.
It'll be good to you.

If you ever feel alone,

or like you got a problem
you can't solve,

take it out of your pocket,

look at it, and remember

it's got a tool for
every situation.

With it, you can do
just about anything.

Can I use it to find him?

(indistinct chatter)

You know, I remember a
children's rhyme once

that said "There's a
place in France..."

Wait, was it France?

What are you doing here?

Me? Moi?

I'm doing the came
thing you are.

I came all the way
out here to have

a nice tall glass
of Château de...

I can't pronounce that.
And the women, of course.

Seriously, what are
you doing here?

Seriously, I could ask
you the same thing.

I'm allowed a few
days off, aren't I?

Of course you are. And
who doesn't enjoy

a nice, relaxing trip
halfway around the world

to track down some old professor

your dad traded letters
with 16 years ago?

Who wouldn't love that? Sounds so...
relaxing.

You tailed me from
the airport, huh?

I'm doing my job, Mac.
I'm your bodyguard.

Don't you get that? Not when
we're off the clock, you're not.

Yeah, yeah, even when
we're off the clock.

You know why? 'Cause we're
never off the clock, man.

Look, I know you can
blow your own nose, man,

but you got to at least
let me know when you're

just gonna leave the country.
No.

Because then I would have had
to listen to you tell me

how crazy it is to fly
all the way out here

just to find some
old professor who,

even if he does remember my dad,

probably hasn't the
foggiest notion

where he is or how to find him.

(A) that's exactly what
I would have said,

(and B) sounds like
you'd agree with me.

I know I'm grasping
at straws, Jack,

but it's my dad, so I
have to try everything.

You've already circled
the globe with me twice.

Nothing's come of it.

You've gone so far
above and beyond,

it's just not cool
for me to ask you

on another wild goose chase.
Come on.

You know I am in 100%

when it comes to
finding your dad.

That includes any
and all long shots,

slim chances and dead ends.

But you've got to at least let
me know what's going on, man.

I mean, how am I supposed
to look out for you

if I don't know what continent
you're currently on?

Look, just because I can't
find my dad doesn't mean

I need you as a
helicopter parent.

You sure about that?

Hmm?

I wasn't the only one that
tailed your skinny ass

from the airport there, slick...
Where do you think

I got this stupid hat, huh?

That piece of
Eurotrash right there

made you all the way
back at baggage claim,

but you're so focused
on stalking.

Professor Pepé Le Pew that
you didn't even notice him.

I.D.'s a fake.
Who's he work for?

You're-you're welcome to ask
him yourself... be my guest.

He can't talk real good 'cause
he's stuffed in the trunk

of his rental car with his
jaw broken in three places,

but give it a shot.

And there was a Luger
with a silencer

under the driver's seat...
Kind of convenient.

I wonder what he was
gonna do with that.

Hmm.

You know, if something
would have happened to you

on your little field trip here,

and you go and get
yourself killed...

Then it would have been
my problem, not yours.

Your problems are my problems.

Not anymore.

I need to do this on my own.

Is it that hard for
you to understand?

Hey, forget I asked.

Oh, so now you're
calling me stupid?

I didn't say that. Yeah,
you just as well have.

Maybe I should just fly home.

Maybe you should.

(chuckles)

I can tell when I'm not wanted.

Au revoir,

s'il vous plaît, and
all that nonsense.

♫

Hey, Jack, me again.

Message number five.
You were right

about everything.

The professor was a dead end.

Uh, yeah, just call me back.

(phone beeps)

(chuckles)

Almost, Boze. Almost.

(dialing)

(line ringing)

JACK (on recording): Hey,
you've reached the one and only

Jack Dalton, you lucky dog.

Leave a message after
the boopity-beep,

and of course, go, Cowboys.

(beep) Message number six.

And, yes, I know

you're putting me
straight to voice mail.

Looks like I'm gonna
be home for a while

fixing the fridge, so

if you want to stop by,
I've got an apology

and some warm beer
with your name on it.

(phone beeps)

(doorbell rings)

(electricity crackling)

Hello?!

Okay, okay, you had
me at "warm beer."

Now, about your apology,

I'm expecting a good one
with a lot of groveling,

and none of this "agree
to disagree" nonsense.

You know, a...

a full-blown, in-your-face

"I'm sorry."

You even in here, Mac?

Hey, Mac, where are you?

(man whistling "Home
on the Range")

(door opens)

(whistling continues)

Hello, MacGyver.

Oh, how I have missed you.

Bag, tag and
photograph everything.

Until we know exactly
what happened here

and who we're dealing with,

nothing is to be overlooked.

BOZER: I mean, just
the thought of him

in this house again...

Do you really think he has Mac?

What about that guy
you grabbed in Paris?

No, that guy's sucking
soup through a straw

in a dark hole
somewhere, thanks to

an old buddy of mine at the
French Ministry of Defense.

No, my... my Spidey-senses
are all telling me

the same thing.

It's Murdoc.

Pull up every traffic
camera in the area.

I want eyes on every vehicle

in the last ten hours.

No offense to your
Spidey-senses, Jack,

but it's not like this Murdoc
signed his name on the wall.

He might as well have.

A pocket knife sticking out
of a wine bottle, and a mask.

That's Mac's little
red knife out there

stuck in the same wine bottle

he used to blast Murdoc
out that back window,

next to the same geriatric
mask he was wearing

the first time he attacked us.

I really need to throw
that thing away.

Yes, please do.

Riley. Riley, can
you find anything?

I'm working as fast as I can, Jack.
Okay, just,

come on, just, just a little
bit faster, please, please.

Hey,

this wasn't your fault.

Then whose is it?

Not yours.

(chair scraping sharply)

(pained grunts)

Oh, good, you can
still feel pain.

Setting the dose was tricky.

Had to give you enough
to slow you down,

but not so much that
you passed out.

See, I need you to
do something for me,

MacGyver.

If that something is telling
you where Cassian is,

you can forget it.

Oh, I know you're not
just gonna blurt out

where my son's being held.

That is going to require some...

convincing.

You know, Murdoc, you're
wasting your time.

Even if you do find him,
once he learns who you are,

he's never gonna
want to be with you.

I strongly disagree.

Sons need their fathers.

You are living proof of that.

Or was there some other reason

why you have just returned from
dining alone on the Seine?

That's right. I know all about

the blond Boy Scout's search
for his long-lost papa bear.

How is that going, by the way?

Making any progress?

Your silence speaks volumes.

All those years without him,

you must have felt so alone.

So unprotected.

We can't pick our
fathers, Murdoc.

It's a lesson your son is
gonna have to learn someday.

Perhaps.

But the difference is
that Cassian's father

is looking for him as we speak,

while your daddy
doesn't seem to want

anything to do with you.

(groaning)

Oh, careful, careful, please.

Hurting you is my job.

Get on with it, then.

Okay. (chuckles)

Would you tell.

Da Vinci to "get on with it"

while he was painting
the Mona Lisa, huh?

Would you tell Van Gogh to step
it up while he was painting.

Starry Night?

(inhales sharply)

Say...

did I ever tell you
about Cassian's mother?

Nadia.

She was a lovely woman.

I met her while on a job.

It was supposed to be
quick, a day or two,

but one thing led to another.

Next thing you know,

Nadia has a bun in the oven

and... somewhere along the way,

we fell in love.

No, you didn't.

You're not capable of love.

Okay, fine.

She fell in love.

I found her less repulsive
than most humans.

Potato, potahto.

Is there a point to this?

Oh, yes.

A very pointy point.

You see,

the day that Cassian was born,

Nadia was happier than I
had ever seen her before.

And as the nurse gently
placed him into her arms,

I knew that that was the
moment I had been waiting for.

You didn't meet
Nadia on the job.

She was the job.

I suffocated her with
the very same pillow

upon which she rested her head

after bringing my son
into this world.

One life ended while
another began.

It was beautiful and poetic
and almost Shakespearian.

The last story that you
told me was a total lie,

so how much of this
one is actually true?

I'm guessing none of it.

Every...

single...

word.

Okay, I scanned all the footage.

Eight cars drove out
of this neighborhood

around the time Mac was taken.

A DMV search

gives us names and addresses

on seven of the license plates.

MATTY: And the eighth?

According to the DMV,

that license plate
won't even be issued

for another six months.

BOZER: That's him.

That's Murdoc. Got to be.

RILEY: Got his car parked

outside a warehouse in Sylmar.

Go.

Now.

Okay, uh, how much ammo
do you have on you, Cage?

Same as always. Three clips.

One in the gun, two in the belt.
Why?

Because when it comes
to this maniac,

you can never have enough.

(tires squeal)

Bozer, what the
hell are you doing?

I'm coming. No, you're not.

Mac's my best friend. I'm going.

Hey, look, I know you
want to help, okay?

But this is Murdoc
we're talking about.

You remember him, right?

Of course. Of course. Okay.

So, you know when the
bullets start flying,

I can't be worried about
watching Mac's back

and keeping an eye on your
tiny ass at the same time.

All right, I'll
make this simple.

If you don't want
me to go, shoot me.

Oh, come on. Short of that,

shut up, let's get in
the car and drive.

Guys, we're wasting time.

All right, but you better
stay behind me at all times.

You hear? Or hers.

All right. The whole time.

All right! I promise.

Cross my heart and hope to...
Don't. Don't say that.

Okay, yeah, that was a
bad choice of words.

I got you, Jack.

Let's go. This is
a bad idea, man.

(tires screech)

Wakey, wakey, sleepy Angus.

It's not naptime.

Not yet, at least. We have
so many fun games to play.

I think you're really
gonna like 'em.

Well, maybe not like.

But I really think you're
gonna be impressed

with the game pieces I've
so lovingly crafted.

You inspire me, MacGyver.
(chuckles)

The way that you make something
out of another thing.

I love that.

So, I went to my
trusty old tools,

and I gave them a
fresh, new twist.

And I am beyond excited
to share them with you.

The longer you torture me,
the more time Jack has to...

To find us? Mm.

I'm afraid that's not
going to happen.

I have hidden you away
quite well, my friend.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to go prepare
my new tools.

And then... we can get started.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(grunts)

(engine roaring)

(tires screeching)

(passing car horn honks)

Jack.

We're gonna find him.

♫

(loud boom)

JACK: We're clear over here.
How we doing down there?

Guys?

Guys. (whispering): Bozer.

Ooh, yeah, this is
doornail dead right here.

Double tap, right to the back.

Look at that. You
see that, Bozer?

I see it, Jack.

Same here.

This was an execution.

The only way three
people can keep a secret

is if two of them are dead.

(sniffs) Yeah, it looks like

the getaway vehicle had
quite the oil leak.

You know, I'm
guessing once Murdoc

offed all the, uh, nonessential
personnel, he split

and he took our boy with him.

So how do we find him now?

We don't.

What do you mean we don't?

I mean, we don't.

He means the trail's gone cold.

If Mac doesn't save
himself, no one will.

He'll be all right.

(grunting)

(distorted shouting)

MURDOC (singsongy): MacGyver,

come out and play...

(grunts)

(car horns honking)

MAN: Whoa, watch it, man.

(drivers shouting indistinctly)

(tires screech, horn honks)

Help me. WOMAN: Careful.

(grunts)

WOMAN 2: Somebody help him.

MAN 2: Call 911.

MATTY: We're running tox screens
on your blood right now, Mac.

We should know what Murdoc
dosed you with soon.

If I had my guess, I'd say

something in the
nightshade family.

Atropine, hyoscyamine,
scopolamine.

The important thing
is, we got you back.

Now, all I have to
do is go find Murdoc

and start breaking bones.

How, Jack? We have zero leads.

Not zero. We got one.

We know Murdoc was holding him

in an underground room, right?

BOZER: And how do
you propose we find

this underground room?
I don't know.

But if he found a way out,

we should be able to find
a way back in there.

I mean, even if.

Lord Nutbar's not there anymore,

something in there might-might
help us hunt him down,

you know what I mean?
Well, from the spot

Mac surfaced, there are
miles of sewer tunnels.

Searching them all
could take days.

Or weeks. Mac, there's got to
be something you can remember.

I mean, other than
popping out of a manhole

and almost getting
killed by a car.

Cars. There was definitely
more than one car.

JACK: Yeah, okay, b-but before
that, when you were walking

around in the sewer,
do you remember seeing

any, uh, signs, graffiti?

Stop, stop. I need
a minute alone,

just with Mac and Riley.

What for?

Loftus and Palmer, 1974.

Their experiments proved
how even the most

seemingly benign questions can
alter a witness' memories.

Even create false ones.

I need his memories pure.

Which means I need everyone
but Riley to leave.

Yeah, okay.

Um, but we're gonna be in
that room right there.

I'm not taking my eyes off you.

We're gonna play a
little memory game.

It's one Rudyard
Kipling wrote about.

It's called the Jewel Game.

Now everyone calls it...

KIM. Keep In Memory.

We learned it in EOD training.

Good.

So, whenever you're ready,

you can close your eyes,

put yourself back in the
place where Murdoc took you.

Here's the catch: You don't name

what you see,

but rather, you describe
everything around you.

(inhales, exhales)

All right, I'm-I'm
sitting in a chair,

just...

Okay, just remember simpler.

Just the visceral.

You can describe colors,
shapes, textures,

sounds, smells.

It's... damp.

Smells like, uh...

mold.

Burnt motor oil.

And bleach.

I'm sitting on metal.

It's cold.

It's rough in
spots, it's jagged.

It's old.

All around me

are flat, rough,
gray rectangles.

There are hard, smooth bands
cutting into my wrists,

and a...

there's a pain in my right arm.

Just below the... (screams)

(gasps)

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay. It's vivid recall.

It's really normal.

Just lets you know
the game is working.

Just, whenever you're ready,

if you can go back...

(sighs)

(exhales)

Yeah, the sound of, uh,
metal, it was jingling.

There's a strip of wood

around a gray metal rectangle.

I can feel cold air seeping
in from the other side.

It's a way out.

Mm-hmm.

(typing)

Uh, I'm on a path now, it's...

cylindrical.

I can hear

splashing... it's
wet, it-it's water.

It's-it's moving with me.

And after about...

20 minutes,

I heard, I heard something.

(bells ringing)

It was, like, uh...

b-bells. Ch-Church bells.

But it wasn't just church bells.

It was something else,
it was another sound.

Right after the
church bells started,

there was a second
sound, it was harsher.

(faint ringing)

Second sound, it was, uh...

(alarms ringing) Air raid siren?

Fire station.

It was a fire station.

Means I know how to
figure out where I was.

You do? Yeah.

It was, um...

Church bells, they
ring every half hour.

And it was about 15 minutes

before I crawled out
of the manhole.

So 1:30 p.m.

And by law, the LAFD

keeps a record of every siren,
so, Riley, maybe you can...

An alarm sounded at Grand
Street Fire Station at 1:29.

1:29 and how many seconds?

It's... it's kind of important.

Fifty-eight. Fifty-eight.

58 seconds, okay.

That fire alarm,

it...

sounded... before
the church bells.

But I heard it after.

And that's because sound

travels at 340
meters per second,

approximately, and it
propagates out into a circle,

so I have to solve for the
radius, but you know what?

You guys don't need an
explanation, right?

I can just do the math?

No, I'm good. Yeah, go nuts.

(mumbling)

Church...

So, we are looking for a sewer
tunnel that is 1,020 meters

from a church and 1,700 meters
from that fire station.

JACK: Can we come out now?

RILEY: I got two that
fit your criteria,

but only one

where the water is flowing
towards your exit point.

MacGYVER: That's perfect.

Okay. So, I was
drugged, disoriented,

probably moving no more
than 1.5 miles per hour.

Which would put
Murdoc's torture room

right about... there.

TAC TEAM: Clear. Clear.

We clear? Yes, sir.

JACK: Double check,
we can't be too sure

with this guy.

Let's go, let's go.

All clear.

RILEY: Got something over here.

Looks like Murdoc forgot
to put away his toys.

And I think he left
a message for Mac.

Check this out.

Tear this place apart.

(phone ringing)

MURDOC: Well, hello there.

I wanted to take
this opportunity

to extend a warm welcome to you.

I'm just thrilled

that you've joined our
little family, Samantha.

I just know we're gonna
have loads of fun together.

Murdoc.

The one and only.

Except for that guy whose
name really was Murdoc.

I killed him so I could
steal his identity.

Anyhoo. Enough about me.
What about you?

Do you prefer Samantha
or Sammy, or...

Sammi-Sammi-bo-bammi?

What do you want?

Lots of things.

But for now, I just want
to get to know you better.

We have so much in
common, after all.

We're both interesting people
with interesting pasts.

Neither of us are
using our real names.

You seem to think you
know a lot about me.

Uh-uh-uh.

It would be more correct to say

that I know I know
a lot about you.

Enough to be fascinated.

I know that your new friends
would be fascinated, too,

if they knew the truth.

And I know that if you don't
stop that annoying pacing,

I'm gonna lose my temper
and pull this trigger.

You're playing mind games
with the wrong girl, Murdoc.

Is that so?

The sheer fact that you've
engaged tells me you're lying.

You don't have eyes on me,

and you're...

(gunshot) (screams)

(groans)

Oops.

Word to the wise, Sam.

MacGYVER: Cage! MURDOC:
Don't get too attached

to boy genius...

He's not gonna be
around much longer.

(beeps)

Murdoc, he had a
clear line of sight.

Hey, can you stand?

(grunting)

Get a medic up here. And
have your team check

every rooftop south of this
building for five city blocks.

Now!

Lucky it wasn't a head shot.

It wasn't luck.

Yeah. He's fun like that.

JACK: We checked every
rooftop and window

on every building on his
sightline for over a mile

and got bupkis.

There is no sign

of Captain Crazypants anywhere, Matty.
Well, then, look harder.

We... Fine.

No, no, no. Not you, blondie.

I need your eyes on something
we found over here.

We found a trash
can full of ashes.

Looks like Murdoc tried
to cover his tracks.

Yeah, this is the biggest piece.

Feels like photo paper, but
we can't make out the image.

Hey, you don't have a
portable X-ray machine

in your field kit, do you?

In the SUV, but
why would you...?

MATTY: Don't ask questions.

Just go get it.

I, uh, I can't believe
I'm about to say this,

but I need to go
back into the room.

Murdoc planned to kill me in

and turn off all the lights.

That photo's days of reflecting
visible light are over.

The fire scorched
most of the emulsion.

But if there are any silver
bromide crystals left,

they should still glow if we hit
them with enough X-rays. Thank you.

That's why I'm opening this
portable X-ray emitter

and removing the
voltage resister.

If I swap it for a penny,

I can use the copper to
rebuild the connection,

and get a higher
output of X-rays.

Is it safe?

(clicks)

I would recommend stepping
back and covering yourselves.

Bozer, the lights? Oh.

(camera whirring)
BOZER: Uh, Mac?

I don't see anything.

You don't, but the
camera sure does.

Lights again.

It's called X-ray fluorescence.

It's called a damn miracle.

That's about all I can do.
Riley, do you think you can

clean this up?

Get us a good look at the face?

RILEY: Actually,

I think I can clear
this up enough to let

my facial recognition
software do its thing.

Nice.

All right.

We got a hit.

H-Hey.

Nice work, Riley.

Which database did you
find our mystery man in?

CDE.

Wait, the California
Department of Education?

Yeah.

MATTY: Look, if Murdoc
destroyed the picture,

we have to assume this
teacher is his next victim.

(knocking on door)

Uh, Mr. Fletcher?

Mr. Henry Fletcher?

That's me. Can I help you?

Yeah, we... (sighs)

We have reason to believe
that there may be

an international assassin
on his way here now.

To kill you.

May we come in?

FLETCHER: I don't understand.
This is insane.

MacGYVER: I know it
must feel that way,

but we need to get you to
protective custody immediately.

B-Because of this
man, this Murdoc?

We think he's been
hired to kill you.

(stammers) Why would someone
be hired to kill me?

W-Why would anyone want me dead?

Those are both really good
questions, Mr. Fletcher,

to be answered at another time,
like, when this Murdoc fella

is safely back behind a
set of three-inch bars.

You know what I'm saying?
And until then,

we're gonna take you to a secure
facility where you will be safe.

I can't just leave.

I-I've got papers to grade,

uh, parent-teacher conferences.

JACK: Not anymore, you don't.

Just go pack your stuff,
dude, 'cause in ten minutes,

we're hitting the road with
whatever you can shove in a bag.

This is insane.

No. Insane is the man
who's coming for you.

And believe me, you
don't want to meet him.

BOZER: This doesn't
make any sense.

You've been saying that
for an hour, Bozer.

No one disagrees with you.

Okay, well,

unless some whack-job parents

hired Murdoc to kill Fletcher
for flunking their kid,

I-I don't get what
this is about.

Near as I can tell,

Henry Fletcher doesn't
have any enemies.

And I can't find any connection
between him and Murdoc.

What about Cassian?

What if Murdoc is
looking for a teacher

to homeschool his kid
while they go on the run?

But Cassian's still in custody.
BOZER: For now.

But as Mac told us, Murdoc
is looking for his kid.

He wants him back.

RILEY: Okay, so, wait,

Bozer, are you saying that...

Murdoc is planning on
kidnapping Fletcher

to teach Cassian if and when
father and son are reunited?

That's...

Were you gonna say "insane"?

O-Okay, okay. You now have

less than six minutes
to pack your stuff.

I strongly suggest you
utilize that time

knocking it out. Let's go.

But... MacGYVER: Henry.

I know this is a lot,

and I promise we'll answer
every question you have

when we're in the car.
But right now,

we just need you to
gather your stuff.

Please. Let's go.

JACK: Let's go.

(quietly): All right. All right.

All right.

(scoffs)

Alpha-Bravo-Omega. How
we looking, guys?

PHOENIX AGENT (over
comm): All clear.

PHOENIX AGENT 2: Same.
PHOENIX AGENT 3: Yeah, nada.

Okay. So we're three
minutes from rolling out

with the package.

He's got a gun, Mac!

(tires screech) Shots fired.

I repeat: Shots fired.

Murdoc's breached the perimeter.

I need all agents at
Fletcher's house.

It's not Murdoc,
it's the teacher.

You okay?

Got ten fingers, ten toes.
You all right?

Really confused,
but I'll be fine.

Who the hell is this guy?

I was gonna ask you
the same thing.

Schoolteacher's on
the move, Cage.

Headed your way, coming in hot!

(tires screech)

Cage!

You okay? Yeah. But you really
need to work on your timing.

Yeah, he'll have to
work on it later.

Right now, we have a psychotic
fifth grade teacher to catch.

(tires screeching)

(horns honking)

Schoolteachers don't
drive like this, man.

You think?

(gunfire)

And they don't shoot
like that, either.

Who is this guy? MATTY (over
comm): Working on it.

Boze, you got something
for me, or am I gonna

have to come down there
and start ripping out

his floorboards myself?

Save your manicure.

I just found a stash of
passports and I.D.s.

You getting these, Riley?

RILEY: Yep.

Looks like our boy Henry was
quite the world traveler.

With a different
name in every port.

And bad luck seems to follow
him wherever he goes.

I'm running his alter egos
through the NSA database.

Every time one of his passports
was recorded entering a country,

someone in that
country vanished.

A journalist in Kiev,

a prosecutor in Berlin,
a banker in Shenzhen.

I think we're
looking at a fader.

A fader?

You want someone to go out
with a bang, you hire Murdoc.

But you want someone
to just fade away...

You hire Fletcher.

So he's a hit man. JACK: Yeah,

that kind of became clear to
us when he tried to murder us

with a machine-gun pistol.
But why

would Murdoc be hunting
another professional killer?

MATTY: You know who
might know that?

Fletcher. So why don't you
three focus on catching him?

(horns honking)

Um, Matty,

someone's trying to calling us.

Put it through.

Matilda and Riley.

Two of my favorite people.

How have you been since
I almost killed you

and everyone at your organization?
MATTY: Well, why don't you

stop by the Phoenix

and see for yourself, Murdoc?

I have a bunch of agents
that would just love

a face-to-face with you.

Tempting, but my
calendar's so full.

Gonna have to take a rain check.

I'm so happy that the boys
got to meet Henry, though.

That man is full of surprises.

So kidnapping Mac was what?

Your crazy way of tricking us

into taking out
your competition?

Didn't want to do the
dirty work yourself, huh?

On the contrary.

I live for the dirty work.

In this case, it made more sense

to let you handle Henry.

So, what happened, Murdoc?

Fletcher steal a
few jobs from you?

Maybe your clients were looking

to work with someone
a lot more...

stable.

Hurtful, Matilda. Hurtful.

And here I thought
we were friends.

Friends? No.

It's hard to be
friends with someone

who kidnaps one of my
operatives and shoots another.

In the vest!

My little way of welcoming
Cage to the team.

Honestly, it was
more of a love tap.

Well, I hope any hard feelings

won't stop you from
catching Fletcher.

You have to admit, the world
will be a better place

with him behind bars.

What's the alternative?
Letting him go?

No. Of course not.

Think of this as, uh,
kind of a team up...

Enemy of my enemy and whatnot.

Oh, ta-ta for now.

It's been so lovely
chatting with you.

And good luck collaring Henry.

Find him now.

So Murdoc wants us to catch Fletcher?
JACK: Man,

now I don't know how I'm
supposed to feel about this.

I don't care what Murdoc wants.
I want us to catch this guy.

JACK: You heard the man, Cage.
Step on it.

It's time to get
hot for teacher.

Out the window. What are you doing?
Hey, Jack!

Keep your gun in your pants!

I have an idea.

Care to share? Yeah,
sure, but, uh,

for this to work, we need
to get in front of him.

Okay, watch this.

(tires squealing, horns honking)

(laughs) Yeah, that's it.
Get it, girl.

Hey, hey, Mac, I-I
think he's reloading.

You might want to... Yeah,
yeah, hurry up. I know.

Mac, I'm kind of driving here.

I know. Just need to...

JACK: Hands in the air! Now!

Up against the wall!

Don't move. Don't move.

Don't you move. Matty?

Yeah, we got him.

Excellent.

Bring him in for interrogation.

Hopefully, he can
help us find Murdoc.

Yeah. We'll need
secure transport.

Copy that. Exfil on its way.

Is Matty gonna be pissed...
about the car?

Only if she sees it.

Or if she hears you
talking about it

because you forgot
you're still on comms.

JACK (chuckles):
Hey, for the record,

what you did to that
convertible is way worse

than anything you've
ever done to my phone.

(laughs) Ain't that
right, schoolteacher?

(indistinct chatter)

Okay, Henry's on lockdown,
perimeter's clear,

and there's no sign of
Murdoc anywhere in the city.

So, what do you think?

You think he, uh, you think
he skipped town on us?

Well, we did what he wanted...
Took down his competition... so,

not much reason to stick around.

Yeah, but he also
wanted you dead,

so the sooner we get
home, the better.

I'm all for that, and, uh...

I should have said this
earlier, but I'm sorry.

For what, the whole "lie
to your best friend

"and put yourself in danger
for no good reason" thing?

Yeah. Yeah, that? Yeah, okay.

Well, thanks. I appreciate that.

(sighs)

This whole search for my dad is...
it's rough,

to say the least.
No, I know it is.

I mean, every step I take, I
keep finding myself wondering

if-if he even wants to be found.

Does he even want
me in his life?

Look, I didn't know your dad,

but I know this world's a lot
cooler place with you in it.

(laughs) And if I
got to do a little

helicopter parenting
here and there

to keep it that way,
that's what I'm-a do.

You're just gonna
have to deal with it.

Hey, that's the way families work.
Capisce?

Capisce. Good. Now
let's go home.

I think you owe me
some warm beers.

Well, that I do. Almost forgot.

(engine starts)

MacGYVER: Jack!

(whistling)

(groaning) Henry!

Oh! Such a pleasure to finally

meet you. (laughs) (groaning)

I know that you said

that you always
work alone, but...

seeing as how I just saved you

from life in prison, I'd say

you owe me a big favor.

Let's talk a little
shop, shall we?

See, I'm starting my own
business venture...

A little collective,
if you will...

And you are my first recruit.

Thanks a million, MacGyver.

(groans)

I'll be seeing you.

Be seeing you real soon.
(clicks tongue)

(groaning)

(groans)

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