All language subtitles for MacGyver - S02 E05 - Skull plus Electromagnet (1080p AMZN Web-DL)

(thunder)

The package is in hand.

I repeat, I have one agent KIA,

three others injured.

MAN (over radio): That
sounds like one hell

of an extraction, Commander.
Yes, sir.

(thunder crashing)

It was a hell of an extraction.

Commander, is the
package intact?

Yes, sir, the package
is intact...

but refusing to talk.

Okay, Commander, see if you can...
(static whines)

Say again, sir?

We've got a massive
amount of feedback.

Say again your last.

(radio static increases)

Sanders, I need your comms.

(radio static)

Commander, repeat
last transmission.

Repeat last transmission.
(choking)

The package is loose!

Take her down! Take her down!

(gunshots)

(alarm sounding) PILOT: Mayday!
Mayday!

We're going down, we're going down.
Mayday! Mayday!

♫

(door opens) BOZER: Hey, guys.

(grunts) Great news.

I found the extra-large spiders.

That's great, Boze.

Just bring 'em in and put 'em

with the others here.

(shrieks)

(laughter)

Oh, man, that was even
better than I hoped.

You do know

the last person who
wore that mask

actually tried to
kill me, right?

Well, yeah, that's...
that's why I used it.

I don't know why you
would want to take

a traumatic event in
your friend's life

and use it against him.
(chuckling)

What the hell are
you laughing at?

What the hell is
wrong with y'all?!

I'm so sorry, Boze, but
it was really funny.

I expect more from you, Cage.

MacGYVER: All right,

looks like just a
few more tweaks,

and Mr. President's ready to go.

(shrieks)

(laughing)

It's all fun and games, man.
I almost lost my life,

but nobody cares, though,
everybody thinks it's a game.

JACK: Oh, man,

I'm getting blood all over

my third-favorite
Metallica T-shirt.

How'd I get roped
into this again?

It's your "third favorite"?

How many Metallica
shirts do you own?

Um, about ten.

Well, 11, counting the
one that's framed.

What's your, uh, deal with
Halloween there, Cage?

Back in D.C.,

I was known for my
haunted houses.

Kids would tremble when
approaching my front door.

I figured I'd keep

the tradition alive in L.A.

Well, If you're such a pro,

then what am I doing here?

Well, you're here because
you love Halloween

and kids and complaining.

If I'm complaining,
it's only 'cause

these decorations are lame.

Seriously, don't you
want it to be scary?

Oh, trust me, the
house will be scary.

Well, I hate to rain on your
parade there, Martha Stewart,

but these decorations are lame.

Hmm. Lame?

You want to get it
really scary in here,

you got to go all-out, girl.

One year, me and my
cousin George...

He's... he's crazy...

We go to a morgue, we
get a real dead body.

We set him up

in a chair on his
front porch, okay.

Right? Just like this.

(laughing): It
scared the bejesus

out of them little kids, man...
They scattered like roaches.

You can't top that kind of
authenticity, you know?

Hold on, so you stole

a real dead body from the morgue?
Yeah.

But his funeral wasn't till the
following weekend anyway, so...

BOZER: Jack? Hmm?

I would never tell
that story again.

Ever. Why?

It's a felony. It's not... It's not
a felony. It's like a misdemeanor.

BOZER: Definitely a felony. I
think it's a slap on the wrist.

Def... It's a felony.
Depends on where you...

(loud scream) Ooh...

(chuckles) Sorry, guys,
my new ringtone.

Trying to get in the Halloween spirit...
that got me, too.

Oh, it's Matty. We got to go.

Now, like this? Yes, now.

JACK: Don't tell me none of y'all
ever stole a dead body before.

What's up?

Do I want to know?

Hmm? Oh, I, uh, cut
myself shaving.

With what, a lawnmower?

We were... Never mind.

I don't care.

(chuckles)

A CIA tactical team was
returning from Senegal

with a prisoner when
their plane went down.

The aircraft and the passengers
are all still missing.

This is a complete list of
everyone who was on board.

This is Commander
Wheeler's team.

Byron Wheeler?

As in the vice-president's son?

Yes, which is why the CIA
wants to keep this quiet.

The VP is anxious to get his son

and the tactical
team home safely.

But Matty, I thought you said
that the list of passengers

was complete, but...

the prisoner's info
has been redacted.

The CIA is insisting
that the prisoner's ID

is "need to know,"

and that we don't need to know.
Hmm.

I'm working on convincing
them otherwise,

but in the meantime, the
focus is to find the plane

and the agents.

What happened there, where
the plane drops off the map?

They flew into an
electrical storm,

lost comms and instrumentation.

A storm strong
enough to knock out

a plane's signal beacon?
That's terrifying.

The last telemetric reading
shows the plane dropped

5,000 feet right before
losing its signal,

but the data cuts out right
before recording a crash.

Are we sure they did?

No. I'm not sure of anything.

Unlike the navy and coast
guard, who seem to be sure

where to focus
search-and-rescue ops.

But you said they haven't found
anything, right? That's right.

Well, that's 'cause they're
searching in the wrong place.

How could you
possibly know that?

Well, the plane, it
was in a nosedive

when it lost its signal,

but I think the pilot was
doing that intentionally.

What are you saying, he
wanted to crash faster?

No, Boze, I'm saying he
wanted to build up speed

so he could use a
controlled descent

and land somewhere...

yeah, right about here.

JACK: Are you kidding me?

No, I-I could show you the
equation if you want.

I don't need you to
show me the math.

I'm talking about the map.

Your little theory

puts them going down

right in the triangle of death.

See that?

Yeah. And...?

And need I remind you
and everybody else here

that the Bermuda Triangle is
as cursed as the day is long?

Don't look at me like that.
Don't act like y'all haven't

heart the weird stories
about that place, neither.

People who go there
don't come back.

Of course we've all
heard the stories,

but that's what they are...
stories. (sighs)

Come on, Jack, you
can't really be scared

of the Bermuda Triangle.

I'm telling you right now,
if that plane went down

in the Devil's Triangle,
they're as good as gone.

Man, they're in the Upside Down.

We can't do nothing for 'em. You know what?
That's enough.

We don't have time
for urban legends.

Riley, I need you
to task satellites

to Mac's coordinates
and find that plane.

You're all wheels up in 20.

Mm-mm.

And you...

change your shirt.

No. I ain't going.

(sighs) All right.

But I'm getting fully tacked up.

Two guns... one on the hip,

one up...

I'm takin' two guns.

Go.

This ain't a job for us, Matty.

It's a job for the Ghostbusters.

Now!

CAGE: I'm sorry, but a
George Washington mask

is just not scary.

If Murdoc was running
around wearing that mask

shooting at you, you'd
be scared of it,

I promise you that.

You're not afraid of
George Washington,

but what about George Foreman?

George Clooney. George Takei.

Curious George, that-that
little monkey.

George of the Jungle?

No one named George. All right,

everyone is afraid of something,

but would you even
tell us if we guessed?

Well, admitting your fears
is a serious liability

for an interrogator,

and makes you an easy
mark for pranks.

So you can guess,

but I won't talk. Hmm.

MacGYVER and JACK (in turn): Bees...
razors... cats...

Ninjas.

Needles? No, mice.

Mm... not even close.

Finally got the SAT images up.

Good news is Mac was right.

We found the plane right
where he predicted.

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder crashes, metal squeals)

If that's the good news,

there's got to be some bad news.

Go ahead, lay it on me.

Not bad, more like fascinating.

Our plane is located
on Goat Island.

Goat Island? That was the
original training base

for the Navy Raiders
in World War II.

Someone knows their
military history.

But did you know that base was
never officially decommissioned?

BOZER: As soon as the
war ended, so did all

transmissions from the island.

How do you know that?

Well... I found the original

incident report from 1945.

The navy sent in a
crew to investigate,

but they found the
island abandoned.

Completely abandoned.

Every member of the 13th
Division had vanished.

CAGE: Vanished? RILEY: Vanished.

(thunder crashes)

So not only are we heading
into the Bermuda Triangle,

we're going to a cursed island
in the Bermuda Triangle?

BOZER: It definitely
has a certain...

atmosphere. Shh, shh.

(animal howls in distance)

(bird chirping)

Everything okay?

No. Both GPS and sat
signals are down.

I can't even get a
call into Phoenix.

What?

That storm might be causing
some interference.

We are on an island in
the middle of nowhere.

No, no, this is how
it all starts, man.

First, the Triangle cuts
off all communication

with the outside
world, then we just...

MacGYVER: Guys, I got debris.

Plane must have impacted here.

Then we start
dropping like flies.

Cage and I will check the cabin.
You guys sweep the perimeter.

BOZER: Yeah, all right.

CAGE: Honestly, I don't know

what I was expecting,
but it wasn't this.

Yeah, the... whole
crew is just gone?

Guys, you got

any signs of life out there?

'Cause we got none in here.

BOZER: Got a lot of plane parts,

but no people.

Maybe they all parachuted
out before impact?

Yeah, maybe, or maybe the
Triangle claimed them.

Let's focus on what
we can prove, Jack.

Riley, if you don't believe

70-plus years of missing planes,

ships and people
is proof enough,

you've been watching way
too much Kardashians,

not nearly enough
Discovery Channel.

BOZER: Like there's such thing

as too much Kardashians.

(Cage gasps)

(sighs)

CAGE: Mac.

Look.

Guess who got loose.

Maybe the plane

didn't have engine trouble.

Maybe this prisoner got
free and caused the crash.

Who the hell were
they transporting?

Uh... guys?

I think I found something.

That is definitely something.

Hey, we got a bloody
handprint over here.

Well, if there's blood here,
there's bound to be more

somewhere else...
Keep an eye out.

Yeah. Yeah, there's
more over here.

Ooh.

Oh, yeah. Looks like somebody
was dragged right through here.

BOZER: Maybe one of the tac team

pulled the others
clear of the crash?

Yeah, maybe.

Whoever was doing the dragging,

that's where they're headed.

♫

Stay here.

Mac, what is it?

I smell jet fuel.

Run!

Don't be dead.

Mac! Don't be dead. Please, God.

Don't you dare be dead.

Now do you believe me, Mac?

This place is cursed, man.

It wasn't a curse. And
that was no accident.

Then what happened? The console was
booby-trapped to spark and ignite

a pool of jet fuel
when I moved a chair.

Are you saying someone
rigged the plane to explode?

Not just someone.
The person they had

in custody... we found a pair
of broken handcuffs on board.

RILEY: So this prisoner
survives a crash,

drags an entire CIA tac team off
the plane, then sets a trap.

Who the hell are they?

We should all just go
ahead and assume that...

well, that someone
very dangerous

is on the island here
with us, all right?

Jack's right... we should
all be on high alert

while we search for Wheeler and
his team, okay? Definitely.

Riley and I should probably
set up base camp here.

The fire from that explosion makes
for an excellent homing beacon.

If the tac team is out there,
they would've seen it,

and they could head this
way to check it out.

RILEY: Yeah, I'll
see what I can do

about our little
satellite problem.

I'm sure Matty's not happy
we're still incommunicado.

And I'd love to get
an eye up there.

Did you guys find
anything out here

other than the handprint? Yeah.

A blood trail... leads to
the old Navy Raider base.

That way.

That's where we're going.

Whoa, hang on.

Here you go, Ri.

Jack, I...

Deadly escaped prisoner
on Cuckoo Island...

I'd feel a lot better if
you had some heat on you.

Go on, take it. You're ready.

Thanks, Jack.

You know what to
do if you have to.

Hey, hey. Do I get a gun, too?

I don't know, you're a
little too excited, man.

What?

Take that.

A flashlight?

Are you serious?

JACK: Okay, we need to agree
on something right now.

At some point,
somebody's gonna say,

"Let's split up," and
it's gonna sound

like a great idea at the time,

but believe me, it's not.

'Cause right after any
group in any horror movie

says, "Let's split up,"

it's always the handsome
jock who's the first one

horribly butchered by whatever
ghoul's lurking in the shadows.

And in this scenario,
you're the handsome jock?

That's obvious, Cage.

J-Just so we're in
agreement, though, now,

ain't gonna be no splittin'
up, is that cool?

We're absolutely not
splitting up, Jack.

All right. And, hey,

as for your other concern,

don't lose any sleep...
You're not that handsome.

What do you mean I'm
not that handsome?

Are you factoring
in charm, dude?

Charm goes a long way, man.

So, it looks like
the blood trail

leads right to the radio tower.

You know, maybe we should, uh,

heed the warning sign,
what do you think?

Since when are you against trespassing?
CAGE: Jack,

if we get in trouble, we'll
just call on your roguish charm

to come and protect us. Ooh.

You can do that, yeah?
Ooh, "roguish."

Yeah, I like that.
I can do that.

(door creaking)

(whispers): Wow.

Looks like nothing's
been touched here

since the 13th
Division disappeared.

It feels like they're
still in here, man.

The blood trail ends right here.

Maybe they were trying to
send out a distress signal.

(electrical zapping) Ooh!
Did you see that?

Huh? Please, please
tell me you saw that.

The spirits...

are sending us messages
from the other side, y'all.

Jack, the dust here,
it's been disturbed.

Looks like someone used
this hand crank to power up

the radio. Oh.

Riley, Bozer, you guys got
the satellite imagery

back up and running? Hey, Cage,

heads up... our connection
isn't that great.

Yeah, something's messing
with the signal.

The storm, maybe. Or maybe

it's the high iron
content in the rocks.

Yeah, or maybe we're all covered

in dumb-dumb sauce for
flying into the Triangle

in the first place.
Yeah, or that.

Whatever it is, I'm working
on a code to fix it

and get our satellite
uplink fixed.

(signal breaking up): Hope...
soon.

Riley, I can't...

Riley?

(flipping switch)

Riley?

This exact same thing
happened in The Conjuring.

Spoiler alert: It
did not end well.

I didn't see it. You
didn't see The Conjuring?

You made me watch
that movie 30 times.

This never happened
in The Conjuring.

It never happened.

(radio chirps)

(radio static)

Is that...

Guys, I think this radio
might still be working.

Maybe I can, uh...

All channels, this
is Byron Wheeler.

Is anyone receiving? Over.

That's Commander Wheeler.

(chuckles): Uh...

Commander, this is MacGyver.

I'm with a team from the
Phoenix Foundation.

Vice President Wheeler's
gonna be very happy

to know that you're still alive.

Yeah. Dad's a stickler for that.
(chuckles)

Have you found the
rest of my team?

They're not with you?

No, I-I don't know
where they are.

The last thing I
remember is our prisoner

getting loose and the
plane going down.

I got knocked out in the...
in the commotion

and woke up in here.

Uh, where's "here"?

No clue.

I woke up in a dark room

with a splitting headache.

Is there anything that

you can describe to us
about where you're at?

The floor is cold, like
stone or-or concrete.

I think some of the walls
collapsed at some point.

MacGYVER: Okay. That's,
uh, that's good.

That's useful. Don't worry,
we're gonna find you.

How are we supposed to do that?

This place is huge... all we got
to go on is "cold" and "dark."

Yeah, I know. Just
keep him talking.

What am I supposed to say?

Well, you never had a problem
running your mouth before.

Commander Wh...

Commander Wheeler, Jack Dalton here.
Delta Force.

You just stay strong, soldier.

We're gonna get
you out of there.

Thanks. I hope so.

Hey, while I got you on the line,
if you don't mind me asking,

there at, uh, there
at Camp David,

uh, are there multiple
underground UFO bunkers,

or is there just the one?

I can't really comment on that.
What, you can't comment

'cause you don't know,
or you can't comment

'cause you don't think I
can handle the truth?

I can handle the truth,
Commander Wheeler.

What about Christmas?

Uh... Ch-Christmas?
You know, VP and all.

I don't quite understand... You
guys have big Christmases, or what?

How long you want me to do this?

Hey, hey, you hear that?
Clear line.

(Wheeler continues speaking) It means
we're heading in the right direction.

(radio static) Static...
means we're not.

Now we can locate the
origin of the signal.

Here, help me get
this on my back.

Big Dawg, we're on our way.

WHEELER: What should I say?

What can you tell us about the
prisoner you were transporting?

(staticky): We weren't given
a name, just a picture

and a location.

(signal clears up): She was...
dangerous.

Your prisoner was a woman?

Yeah. And she dropped
three of my men

before the plane went down.

Maybe she's the one who dragged
you to where you are now.

I don't know. But
if I had to bet

on anyone surviving that
crash, it'd be her.

I don't know how she got free,
but she did, and it was ugly.

I've never seen anyone take out
an entire team like that before.

CAGE: What else can you
tell us about her?

Five nine, dark hair,
ice water for blood.

I suppose the reason for this is

the high iron content in
the rocks as well, huh?

You gave your good flashlight
to Bozer, remember?

JACK: Oh. Signal's
getting stronger.

Should be just through here.

If I had to guess, I'd say she
was former Special Forces.

No one does what she does
without years of training.

Two walkies tied together?

Th-That's what we've been
tracking this whole time?

Oh, man.

What the hell's going on here?

(shrieks)

MacGYVER: Jack! Jack!
CAGE: Jack!

(panting): Jack!

(groans loudly)

Jack, you okay?

What do you think?

I just fell, like,
a thousand feet.

(MacGyver chuckles)

Give or take 980. But yeah.

(screams)

Jack?

CAGE: You finding
anything interesting

down there?

Nope, nope, nope, nothing.

It's just an old combat
tr-training room.

Nothing.

Well, do you see
anything down there

that could help you get back up?

No, not-not a ladder.

Nothing I-I trust to
support my weight.

Anything like that.

Jeez.

It's kind of... kind
of cold down here.

Wait, Jack, that's it.

It's, uh, stone floor is cold?
Yeah, yeah.

I bet Wheeler is stuck
in the basement as well.

So Jack doesn't have
to find a way up here.

We got to get down there.

MacGYVER (distantly): Exactly.

Hey, is my antenna down there?

(Jack laughs)

Yeah, and it's in about a
thousand pieces, homie.

You're gonna have to figure out
another way to track Wheeler.

All right. Yeah.

Sit tight. I have a plan,

but I got to go to the radio
tower to get supplies.

"Sit tight"? No,
man, hey, hey, hey.

I ain't sitting tight nowhere.

Listen, we talked about this.

We swore there was gonna
be no splitting up now.

Hey, look.

We're all leaving here
together, I promise.

But for now, I got to go.

You know what, while
you're down there,

why don't you poke around?

See if you can find a trace
of Wheeler or his team.

Yeah. Yeah, all right, go on,

but I guarantee you I'm the
first one who gets it.

Would you stop Blair
Witching back there?

You're making it hard to focus.

Are you not seeing where we are?

Look, you might be cool
as a cucumber, lady,

but I'm scared of deranged
killers coming after me.

As scared as you are of

an octopus?

How did you know?

Cage. And don't ask
me how she knew.

Damn, she's good.

Tell you what, I'll stop
searching the darkness

for our prisoner

as soon as you get...

Our satellite uplink fixed?

MATTY: It's about time
you guys checked in.

RILEY: Sorry about that.

The Wi-Fi up here
is nonexistent.

Tell me you have good news.

BOZER: We located the plane,

but there was an incident.

A big, fiery incident.

We think the prisoner
survived the crash,

then set up a trap for the
rescue team, namely us.

Okay, that's not good news.

Any sign of Wheeler or
the other tac members?

Last we spoke with Mac,
they haven't found anyone.

It's possible the
prisoner moved them,

but our comms have been
spotty, so we can't confirm.

Any idea who we're dealing with?

Not yet, but I'm about to.

(alarm wailing)

(alarm stops)

MATTY: Hey, Bill.

Rough day at the office?

Matty Webber? What
are you doing here?

I'm trying to rescue the
son of the vice president.

But for some reason,

no one at the Company
will tell me a damn thing

about this package that
he was transporting.

That's where you come in.

Matilda, you know I can't
tell you anything.

Did you hear the part about
the vice president, Bill?

The mission is above his
clearance and above yours.

I see.

Okay. Well, if you're
not scared of him,

let's talk about what
you are scared of.

You will tell me
everything that you know

about this prisoner or
my next stop is gonna be

to the deputy director's house
to discuss Mexico City.

Do you remember
Mexico City, Bill?

Because I do.

You talk.

I'm gonna pour you a drink.

You're gonna need it.

Finding anything?

Nothing, really.

(distantly): Just a bunch of old

dirty boxes and...

more of these stupid
punching dummies.

There-there's got to be a door
around here somewhere, right?

Maybe on the other
side of the room?

Oh, yeah, well, that's
easy for you to say.

Jack, I'm right here.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

Yeah.

Yeah, all right.

There's no such thing
as ghosts or clowns.

And this island

is definitely not home to
any ancient, evil spirit.

CAGE: Jack? Yeah?

You're doing really good.

Thanks a lot, Cage.

You're... a big help.

More walls and...

(low, whistling humming)

JACK (quietly): Not cool.

What's going on?

Shh!

(low whistling continues)

Hey!

There's, uh, there's air
coming out of a tear

in an old map down here.

I think it's covering
up a passageway.

(wind whooshing)

An ultra creepy...

secret passageway.

Okay, where does it lead?

Well, I don't know.

A-And if I go through here,

then that means we've
officially split up

and you know how I
feel about that.

Jack, we're still
looking for Wheeler.

(distantly): And you can't
stay in the basement forever.

I'm gonna wait here for Mac

and then we're gonna find
a way down to you, okay?

Jack, the sooner we find Wheeler
and the rest of his tac team,

the sooner we get
off the island.

Yeah, okay, that sounds good.

I'm going through.

(quietly): Come on, Jack,
there's no fear... man.

Come on, man.

Just think happy thoughts
like, you know...

Cowboys winning the Super Bowl.

(chuckles)

Cowboys winning the Super Bowl.

Cowboys winning the Super Bowl.

(chuckles)

Now...

(electricity crackles) Ow.

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

BOZER: The call
is coming from...

inside the house.

Bozer, you can't...

where did you find a working
phone on the island?

We couldn't reach you on comms,

so I checked the plans
for the military base

and realized we were close

to the original
undersea phone cables.

So we went retro.

Thought we'd try
you on a landline.

What's new with you?

Uh, we were able to get
in contact with Wheeler.

He told us that the prisoner
they were transporting

got loose on the flight
and attacked them

and that's why the
plane went down.

And thanks to Matty,
now we have a name.

Our mystery prisoner
is Harper Hayes,

former top operative

for the CIA's Special
Activities Division.

Now turned traitor.

BOZER: And Riley found
a ton of records

showing her working
with terrorists, mercs,

arms dealers, you name it.

Well, no wonder the CIA is so
interested in getting her back.

Be careful, Mac.

People have been trying to
kill this woman for years.

(slow creaking)

RILEY: Hayes has a history
of patching herself up

with black market surgeries.

She's got a cobalt chrome knee,
a titanium rotator cuff,

and a steel plate in her head.

This chick is nearly half metal.

♫

Boo.

Cage, are you...?

Jack?

(groans)

Jack! Cage!

Cage! Jack!

(under breath): Yes.

(panting)

Cage?

(both shout)

Where's Cage?

Last time I saw her, she
was waiting on you.

Oh, I was just in the barracks.
She wasn't there.

I said don't split up.
Did I not? Yeah.

I said it and now this happens.

(groans) Next time, we're
doing things my way.

Why can't you just admit when
I'm right about something?

You can go for a
victory lap later.

Look, I just talked
to Riley and Bozer.

Yeah, and? And... (sighs)

the prisoner that the CIA was
transporting is Harper Hayes,

a real badass, apparently.

We'll see about that. Hey, look,

if what they're saying is true,

she's not gonna stop until
we're all in the ground.

Super. So, a highly-trained
killer is on the loose

and now Cage is gone. Huh.

Please, tell me you have a plan.

I got a plan.

It's right here, I just...

This little plan
doesn't involve me

putting away a 70-year-old
can of corn, does it?

No, I just need the
can, not the corn.

So have at it if you want.
Wouldn't recommend it.

(chair clattering)

If Cage and Wheeler
are down here,

we should be able to see their
heat signatures on this.

Is that me?

Did you just make a
1940s thermal camera?

(laughs)

Your brain is all swell.

That is definitely cool.

Oh.

Hey, you know what
would be cooler?

A proton pack, and
probably way more useful.

You think you could whip up
one of those real quick?

This is great. I-I love this.

RILEY: I have satellite
connection, please respond.

I have satellite connection,
please respond.

MacGYVER: Here, I got something.

Through that door. Yeah.

(whispers): Hang on just a sec.

(door creaks)

JACK: What the hell
is this thing?

Time machine?

(scoffs) It's a
hyperbaric chamber.

For what?

Well, with all the dive training
the Navy Raiders were doing,

they probably used
that to help them out

with decompression sickness.
Huh.

Yeah.

(clunking inside chamber)

(clunking continues)

Mac! Cage?

Thank God. Get me out.

Yeah. All right.

The keyhole's been filled
with some sort of plaster.

The tumblers won't budge.

Can we cut off the hinges?

No, it would take me hours to
cut through with my knife.

Oh, my God. The tank's
filling with water.

What?

How is that even possible?

These things are
supposed to be airtight.

Because Hayes spot-welded a
water pipe to the air intake.

Jack, she's got
about five minutes

before this whole thing
is filled with water.

This is a Special Forces tactic.

What do you mean?

Wound an enemy force,
the entire team

has to take care of
the injured soldier.

Slow us down. Exactly.

She's a distraction?
Unfortunately.

Uh, my guess is Hayes
is gonna grab Wheeler,

steal our plane and
disappear forever.

(sighs) VP's son is a hell of
a bargaining chip to have.

She could get just about
anything she wants.

That's what I'm saying.

Go find Hayes, do not let
her off this island.

(whispers): What about her?

I'm not gonna let her die.
I'm gonna get her out.

Promise.

Hey, Cage!

I'll see you soon.

Okay? Real soon.

MacGYVER: Jack, go get her.

I'm right behind you.

Yes, sir.

Repeat, I have satellite
connection, please respond.

Repeat, I have satellite
connection, please respond.

Riley?

Jack, thank God.

Perfect timing. You got
eyes on this she-devil?

RILEY: Yeah, I do indeed.

She's headed north
at a dead sprint.

Towards the radar dishes.

She's about 100 yards

ahead of you, Jack,
straight ahead.

What's that?

I don't know.

Whatever it is, it's giving off

a lot of heat.

Some kind of engine, maybe?

But everything on this island
has been shut down for years.

RILEY: Yeah, so what
the hell is it?

Mac! Whatever you're gonna
do, just do it fast.

Don't get too comfy in
there, you're leaving soon.

All right?

(metal clanging)

Drowning.

What?

I'm afraid of drowning.

I fell into a neighbor's
pool when I was four

and I've been afraid
of water ever since.

Don't even like
going to the beach.

I'm gonna get you out of there.

I promise.

Okay, this is a
captive bolt gun.

It should bust the glass.

Do it.

(gasping): Just do it right now.

(grunts) The problem is, this
could also shatter your skull.

Any chance you can move back?

(Cage coughing)

RILEY: Jack, she should
be right in front of you.

Commander Wheeler?

Watch out.

She used me to draw you out.

She-she's planning...
Hey, hey, hey.

Where is she? She's tracking me.

She's tracking you right now!

If you make me come down
there, I'm just gonna

kill you a lot slower!

You hear me?

(groans loudly)

(grunts, gasps)

(footsteps running)

HAYES: Guess I'm not going
down the cliff after all.

Can't have you wandering
off, Commander.

Okay, whatever it is...

it's right past these trees.

Wait.

That's the rest of the crew.

She dragged them out here
and left them for dead.

HAYES: You survived that fall.
I'm impressed!

How about I make you a deal?

You let me take your
plane and fly away

with Commander Wheeler, and
I won't paint the walls

with your blood.

Counter offer: Wheeler
stays with me,

and you take off.

I'll, uh, see if I can cut
you a deal with the CIA.

Sorry. No can do.

I kind of need Wheeler if I'm
gonna put him up for auction.

I got a lot of...

We'll call them friends...

Who would pay me good
money to get their hands

on a vice president's son.

Don't lie to me, we both know
you ain't got no friends.

HAYES: Oh, no.

Looks like our little
game of hide-and-seek

has come to an end.

(gasps)

Oh, great and powerful
spirits of the Triangle.

Thank you for protecting me.

I don't know why, in
your infinite wisdom,

you decided I was worthy...

(laughing)

(clapping)

A little dramatic.

Mac? Yeah.

Did-did you develop the
powers of a mystical wizard

or something?

Oh, no, nothing that cool.
I read in her file

she had a metal
plate in her head,

and wires in her jaw, and a
titanium shoulder, so...

I built a big-ass electromagnet.

JACK: Oh.

Really?

Yeah. Who's your boy?

You are, man. (Groans)
Yeah, you are.

Boy, I tell you what,
whatever's going on

in that crazy head of
yours is way scarier

than the Bermuda Triangle
any day of the week, son.

(both chuckle)

Are you crying?

No, no, man, I...
ah, just tired.

Okay. Let's get you
some medical attention.

(indistinct chatter)

Cute trick with the magnet.

Did you get your friend
out in time or...

she still floating in the tank?

Oh, he got me out.

Which is good news for me.
Bad for you.

'Cause now I owe you one.

I look forward to
you settling up.

I want to thank you all.

I'd be dead if it
weren't for you.

Nah, just glad we could help
you and your team, Commander.

And-and feel free to mention how
awesome old Jack Dalton was

next time you see the
vice prez there, sport.

You got it.

Good man.

(chuckles)

Hey, Mac?

Thank you.

For getting me out.

I'm just sorry we
had to split up.

It's always a sad day
when Jack's right.

I'd really appreciate
if you didn't share

what I told you.

If it makes you feel any
better, I'm afraid of heights.

It does kind of make me feel better.
(Chuckles)

Thank you.

BOZER: So, Jack,

you survived the dreaded
Bermuda Triangle.

How you feeling?

Ah, pretty good. Oh.

Pretty good, yeah, yeah.

Although, it's
possible that maybe

I kind of, sort of overreacted,

just-just a little bit.
BOZER: Oh, just a little.

Yeah, but now that I've
faced the dreaded Triangle

and whooped its ass, I...

now, I'm basically
immune to fear.

(woman screams)

So much for "immune to fear."

Ah... (Bozer laughs)

(Bozer howls) Don't
laugh at that.

"Immune," my ass.

(doorbell rings)

CHILDREN: Trick or treat!

(groans)

♫ I see a bad moon rising

(groans)

(screaming)

(wolf howling)

♫ I see trouble on the way

(screaming)

♫ I see earthquakes
and lightnin' ♫

(spooky laughter)

♫ I see bad times today

Okay. Bye. Oh, you
guys were so sweet.

Hey, wait-wait. Hang on, boys.

You forgot the best part.
Come here, now.

♫ Don't go around tonight

There you go.

Wow! That's a lot of candy.
Yeah!

Have fun out there.

Thanks, mister.

Oh, great job, everyone.

Okay, back to ones, we've
got another group coming.

Incoming! Incoming! Hide!

Hide. (moaning)

(door creaks)

(yells)

Nice try, Boze.

Ah...

Hey, thought you were
coming over in costume.

I am. As what?

Your worst nightmare.
Oh, well, in that case,

you look perfect. Come on in.

(moaning) You forgot a broom.

(growling) Do you want to spend

the rest of the night
pulling one out your butt?

No, ma'am.

MATTY: Where's Mac?

He said you guys
were out of candy.

Hey, Matty.

Uh, thanks for
coming so quickly.

Jill's in the garage

passing out the candy if
you want to join her.

Okay.

(clinks) Later, Tin-head.

Get back to positions. (moaning)

(Jack laughs)

(moaning) (doorbell rings)

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(witch cackling)

CHILDREN: Trick or treat.

YOUNG CHILD: Trick or treat!