All language subtitles for MacGyver - S02 E09 - CD-ROM plus Hoagie Foil (1080p AMZN Web-DL)

(birds chirping)

(phone ringing)

(floorboard creaks)

(hollow thumps)

♫

(game dinging)

You know this is a
kid's game, right?

Not when you're throwing it
behind your back, it isn't.

Ooh, look at that.

670 points, that's an
all-new personal best.

I'd celebrate with you, but I
still got a few balls left here.

And it's not just a
kid's game, okay?

Sign above the door says,
"fun for all ages."

Besides, I got to enjoy all
this before the hammer drops.

You know, crape diem
and all that stuff.

(game dinging)

It's carpe diem, Jack. Hmm.

And what hammer are
you talking about?

What's going on, why are
you checking your phone?

Come on, Riley, I've seen a lot
of things in my lifetime...

Except for Dollyworld, I
still want to see that...

But never thought I'd
actually see the day

when you invited me
to Pizza Paradise.

What's up?

Well, today's that
special day, Jack.

Let's just enjoy it, you know?

Crape diem.

Yeah, no doubt, but pizza
talks are kind of my thing,

so you bringing me here means
you're buttering me up

for some bad news, like,
hammer-dropping bad news.

So, just... lay it on me.

Okay.

But you got to promise not
to go all Jack Dalton on me.

I don't even know
what that means.

Means don't freak out.

That's like asking
Chewie not to go Wookiee

when you beat him
at monster chess.

Just, it's okay.

(clears throat)
Just lay it on me.

Okay.

It's-it's my dad.

Elwood, he's... he's back.

Hmm. He wants a second chance.

Oh. Don't you mean
another second chance?

(scoffs) And another
and another.

How many times is
that now, Riley, huh?

You want me to tell you?

Oh, you don't have
to tell me, Jack.

Trust me, it was my
childhood, remember?

So, that's why you've
been acting weird

the last couple of days?

That's why.

I should have told you sooner,

but I didn't want you
to get all worked up

before I figured out what
I wanted to do, you know?

And what do you want to do?

I spent some time with him.

He seems different.

Hmm.

More different than the other
times he said he was different

and wasn't, so... Right.

I want to give him
a second chance.

Well, I think that's awesome.

He's your old man, you should.

And you ain't got but one. Yeah.

But, just remember that-that
I'm here for you,

whatever you need, you know?

(imitates Wookiee call)

I'm so glad you
told me that, Jack,

because what I need you
to do is stay out of it.

Okay? Mm-hmm.

I'm not a kid anymore.

I can handle Elwood on my own.

Yeah, yeah, I get it.

Not a problem, not my
business, I got it.

This time around...

good old Jack's
just a spectator.

Okay?

(knocking at door)

(door unlocks)

Jack.

Long time.

Not nearly long enough, Elwood.

Mm.

I've been hoping to see
you for a long time

so I could say something
right to your face.

Hmm.

Thanks.

(chuckles) For what?

For what you did
last time I saw you.

You kicked my ass. Mm-hmm.

You gave me the wake-up
call I needed.

I was a terrible husband and...

And father.

And father. Mm-hmm.

I was a bad guy all around.

Mm. Till you, uh,

till you got through to me.

That was years ago.

Elwood, if everything's
changed, what took you so long

to reach out to her?

I didn't want to come back

until I was sure I wouldn't
let her down again.

Elwood, there's so much I
want to say to you, man,

but I'll keep it simple.

If you hurt Riley
again in any way,

the next time you see me...
(clucks tongue)

I'll be giving you a lot
more than a wake-up call.

Hey, Jill. Could
you do me a favor?

Whoa, is this film?
Like, film film?

Yeah, any chance that
you could restore it?

I mean, working with
silver halide crystals

isn't really my specialty,
especially severely damaged

silver halide crystals,

but I'll see what I can do.

Thank you. MATTY: Yo!

Goldilocks!

Do I need to send you a
personalized invitation?

No, Matty, I'll be right in.

Uh, this isn't Phoenix-related,
this is personal,

so, whenever you're done

restoring it, you
just return it to me.

Sure, but "restoring"
may be a bit generous.

This is in really bad shape.
I know.

Just do your best. Thanks.

MATTY: Oh.

So glad you can join us.

Sorry to interrupt
your busy schedule

with a matter of
national security.

(snorts) Got something
you want to say, Jack?

No.

Maybe.

I just love it when
someone other than me's

in the doghouse, that's all.

MATTY: You know what?
I take it back.

Don't say anything. Just listen.

Last month, 50 canisters

of VX nerve gas

were discovered in a
bunker in Bulgaria.

U.S. forces

seized them and sent them back

to the States,

earmarked for destruction.
Unfortunately,

only 49 of them were
actually destroyed.

Let me guess. Number
50 went missing.

Yeah. JACK: Ooh.

Ooh, that's no bueno.

No bueno doesn't even begin
to describe it, Jack.

I've seen what VX
can do up close

last year in a Syrian village.

First, it just looks
like you caught a cold.

Runny nose, shortness of breath.

Then the muscle spasms start...

And they don't stop until you
either get treatment or die.

Well, do we have a suspect?
We don't need suspects

when we know who did it.

Meet Dr. Ian Carson.

The technician tasked
with destroying the VX.

But instead of completing his
job, he put the missing canister

up for sale on the black market.

Guess he was looking to
finance his retirement.

Looks like the good doctor is
gonna be spending his retirement

in the supermax. He sure will.

Phoenix TAC teams are en
route to sweep him up.

Okay. Where's the canister now?

We tracked it to Carson's lab,

which brings us to
your assignment.

Go get me number 50

before it falls into
the wrong hands.

That's it? That's the mission?
Really?

Steal a can of VX soda
from an unguarded freezer?

It's too easy. You want
me to hop on one leg?

We're talking about a canister
of deadly nerve gas, Jack,

not Mountain Dew; Pretty
delicate situation here.

I know that. Yes, ma'am.
Are you sure?

What do you want me to do,
start crying about it?

That ain't gonna do
anybody any good.

And I want an apology
right now, eye-to-eye.

Dissing the Dew.

You know how much I
love that stuff.

No?

Let me guess, I'm in
the doghouse again.

You can take solace in the fact
that you never really left.

Riley, you're here with me.

Mac, Jack, Cage,
you're in the field.

Now, go.

No, no, no!

I've had enough
of your stalling!

You're gonna tell me
what I want to know now

or this is going to a
whole other level.

That means no more questions,
just a lot of pain.

You understand me?

Bozer, stop yelling.

I can't stop yelling, Leanna.

Not until you give
me what I want.

I don't like this any
more than you do,

but there are people
who will ruin my life

if you don't give me that word.

Is that what you want, Leanna?

You want to ruin my life? No.

I mean... (scoffs) I
don't know anymore.

Okay?

I just know that I
want this to be over.

I really want this to be over.

(lock buzzes)

Well done, Ms. Martin.

You'll make an
excellent spy yet.

Despite some

intense social
pressure techniques

by Mr. Bozer,

you went 24 hours without
giving up your code word.

She was about to, though.

You know she was.

Do I get partial credit?

Partial credit does not exist
in the field, Mr. Bozer,

so partial credit does
not exist in training.

Great job. I'm impressed.

That was the longest
day of my life.

I didn't really
know what to expect

from interrogation training,

but I never thought
it'd be this intense.

Ms. Martin, you
have three hours.

Shower, nap, grab a bite,
whatever you want.

Time is yours.

Then it's your turn
to ask the questions

and Mr. Bozer will take
his turn in the chair.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

I'm about to give
you your code word.

Do not, under any circumstances,
reveal this word.

If you do, your career in the
Clandestine Services is over.

So, no pressure, right?

What's the word?

Guillotine.

Well, that's not
foreboding at all.

(lock buzzes)

Hey, man.

You ready?

Good luck.

Time starts now.

JACK: Getting hungry.

Getting hungry.

Hey, you know what
we should've done?

Brought some snacks.

Should've known this was
gonna take forever.

It's a brute force code breaker.

It's trying every possible
number combination

in succession.

We knew this was
gonna take awhile.

Brute force? You want
to see brute force?

Let me shoot the
lock off that thing,

go a whole lot faster.

And if you accidentally hit
the canister of VX gas,

you and Mac will be
a whole lot deader.

Yeah, well, it
wouldn't be boring.

I'm bored.

I don't do bored well.

Really? Hadn't noticed.

Okay, I got another one.
You ready?

If you could have a meal

right now, with anyone,
living or dead,

who would it be? Go.

Okay. Erwin Schrodinger.

Who...

Erwin Schrodinger.

Living or dead?

Actually, kind of both.
(chuckles)

He was an Austrian
physicist who, uh...

I don't care. Living
or dead, please...

Why do you got to
sprinkle nerd juice

over every single game we play?

Okay... (clears throat)

What about you?

"What about me" what?

Who would you have lunch with?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
That's easy, man.

Han Solo. Boom.

RILEY: I thought the
person (exhales)

had to be living or dead, Jack.

Well, Han Solo totally lives.

Just a long time ago, in
a galaxy far, far away.

RILEY: Uh...

Guys, I just lost satellite
feed of your location.

Can you switch satellites?

RILEY: I tried, but...

the only other one in the area's

been knocked out too.

(tires screeching)

Hey, I've got a van parking
outside the building.

No license plate.

Can you see the driver?

CAGE: Yeah. And all his buddies.

Sending pics to Phoenix now.

Mac, Jack, you've
got what looks like

a heavily armed merc
squad heading your way.

We need that freezer open ASAP.

JACK: Yeah, is there any way
to get your pencil pusher

to push those
pencils any faster?

Short answer: No.

Okay. Well, looks
like we're gonna

have to do this the
Jack Dalton way.

Step aside.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

(lock clicks) (laughs)

I used the photos
Cage sent to ID

our uninvited guests.

MATTY: That's Dev Singh.

He's ex-MARCOS.

Spent some time as
a freelance merc.

Now he works for Annisa Chandra.

She's an Indonesian extremist.

RILEY: Yikes.

She's been linked to the murder
of a dozen police in Bali,

at least four
bombings in Jakarta.

JACK: Yeah, I know her work.

And I'm not a fan.

She must've heard that
the VX was up for sale,

sent her mercs in to steal it.

If there's anything Annisa
Chandra should not have,

it's this.

Good thing we got it first.

RILEY: CIA's been trying to shut
down her group for over a decade.

This may be the best
shot we ever get at her.

Mac, put that canister back.

Let Chandra's people take it.

I'm sorry. Did you, uh...

did you say "put it back"?

Yes.

I know how dangerous
a move this is.

But with an actionable lead
on Chandra, this is the play.

She must have a
plan to deploy it.

Which means that if the
mercs find the VX missing,

they'll bail on their
objective and go dark.

But...

if we let them steal the VX,

they'll proceed
according to plan,

and we can track
them back to Chandra

and sweep up her
whole operation.

For the record: This plan sucks.

Matty, are you sure about this?

I am.

Put that canister back, now.

We're not gonna have
time to break into

the freezer again, Matty.

(quietly): Three,
zero, one, nine, two.

I memorized the code.

Nice.

Okay, let's go.
(radio crackling)

(men's voices in distance)

MATTY: How are we doing, guys?

We have company, but at
least we put the VX back.

(beeping)

Maybe we should we loan
them your pencil thingy.

(gun clicks)

(beeping quickens)

Okay, Matty.

Chandra's guys have the
super deadly nerve gas,

so I guess everything's
going according to plan.

MATTY: You're not the only one

that gets to come up with
crazy plans, blondie.

The VX is a big threat,

but Chandra is a
much bigger one.

An FYI, we could still
get that nerve gas back

if you change your mind.
We could take them.

No.

Give the mercs plenty of space.

This whole plan goes belly
up if you're spotted.

MACGYVER: Oh, we're giving them
plenty of space. So much space,

I don't see how we're
gonna follow them.

You're not.

Cage, you still got
eyes on the VX?

Yeah. And the gentlemen
stealing it.

Good. Stay on the VX, and don't
take your eyes off of it.

Mac, Jack, find another ride
and then catch up with Cage.

Ooh. You mean steal a car.
I like that.

Oh, and from here on,

no comms.

These guys killed our satellites

and our lab's security cameras

within seconds. They're pros.

We can't risk them
scanning radio channels

and picking up our chatter.

Copy that. We're going dark.

Actually, they can't monitor
the entire cellular network.

It's way too big.

Which means we can
use standard phones,

and I can track
your cell signals.

Let's do that.

JACK: I really hope
this works, boss.

And I said "You know what, Bob?
I don't like your face."

So now the price is double."

You should've seen his expression.
It was...

Oh, man, I'm sorry. My bad.

Watch it, Gramps. You almost
made me drop my phone.

Yeah, well, two left feet. You
know how it is. And "Gramps"

is a little strong, but you
have a nice day anyway, okay?

Whatever.

Yeah, whatever.

Oh, Mac, please tell me your
little doodad isn't working.

I want to steal this
car old-school style

and send this punk to
the dentist right now.

MacGYVER: Sorry to
disappoint you,

but my little doodad...
(engine starts)

worked just fine. The car
is unlocked and idling.

So it looks like no "punks" are
going to the dentist today.

The day is still young.

(phone beeps)

(tires screeching)

MacGYVER: All right.
Thanks to Riley,

we are now tracking
Cage's cell signal.

Looks like she's just over
five miles ahead of us.

Well, not for long.

(tires screeching)

Give me all you got, lady.

Nothing you throw at
me is gonna stick.

I'm like Teflon.

Except my coating
isn't poisonous,

and doesn't slough off a
little in your food every time

you cook in me.

Wait, just the first part.

The second part is something
my homeboy always say

when I make omelets. I...

Is someone getting
a little woozy?

Lack of food and sleep
will do that to you.

How about I get you
something to eat?

Nah, I'm good.

Eating is for chumps.

You sure? Not even a burger from
that place you like in town?

Kobe beef,

thick slice of cheese,

and all those grilled onions?

It's gonna take a lot more
than the promise of a burger,

even an insanely
delicious burger,

to break me.

What else you got?

Hey, so... (sighs)

I know this is bad
timing, but...

all this talk about food,

it's got me thinking.

You know, maybe,

while this is over,

we can go grab a burger.

Together.

Wait.

Are we...?

Is this part of the...

Look, I'm not supposed
to tell you this, but...

everyone else has already
given up their code word.

So we can stop this
whenever you want,

and you'll just get second
place, right behind me.

That doesn't sound
so bad, does it?

That sounds...

just like lesson four from
our interrogation seminar:

"Offer Incentives and
Remove Obstacles."

(laughs softly)

You want to break me?

You're gonna have
to raise your game.

Remember.

You asked for it.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

So I overheard Riley.

Is her dad back in the picture?

That's up to her. She asked
me to stay out of it.

How long did that last before
you were at his front doorstep,

accosting him?

Oh, about 30 minutes.

(chuckles) Would've taken 15,

but there was a car
wreck on Sunset.

Well, you are nothing
if not consistent.

How did that go?

Honestly? I don't know, man.

I-It was weird.

You know, he actually thanked me

for tuning him up all
those years ago?

He was glad you beat him up?

(laughs) Yeah. Yeah,
that's what he said.

Must've hit him a lot harder
than I remember, or something.

I'm guessing Riley doesn't
know about this visit?

Oh, hell no.

No, she would murder me

and feed me to her dog.

Huh. She has a dog?

No, but she'd get
one just for this.

What about your whole
"I hate secrets" thing?

What about it? I
do hate secrets.

When I'm not in them.

Do you think her dad's changed?

Well, he better hope
so, for his sake.

But in my experience,

leopards don't change
their stripes.

You know it's tigers...

I know. I know that. I'm
just getting you riled up.

(chuckles)

Relaxes me.

What are you doing here?

You can't just show
up unannounced.

Not exactly the hello
I was hoping for.

(sighs)

I know I should've called.
I'm sorry.

I wanted to, uh, surprise you.

Check out the think tank
where my daughter works.

Pretty cool.

So proud of you.

Hey. I brought you something.

A photo album?

Yeah. I put that together years
ago, when you were a kid.

Found it when I was
cleaning out my old place.

Thought you might like it.

I didn't know you
kept stuff like this.

Even though I didn't
always act like it,

you, uh,

always meant the
world to me, kiddo.

I was, uh, I was hoping,
maybe if you had time later,

you'd let your old man take
you out for some dinner?

(sighs)

I'm kind of busy.

Got a lot of work to do.

Got it.

Let me know if your schedule,
you know, opens up.

Okay.

All right.

Good to see you. Yeah.

Hey, um...

if things settle
down around here,

I'll text you about dinner.

Sounds good.

Okay.

(tires screeching)

MATTY: You okay?

Yeah, sorry, I stepped out. I...

Had a visitor. I know.

That's why I'm asking
if you're okay.

(monitor beeps)

We just lost Cage's cell signal.

Can you get it back?

I don't think so. I
think her phone is off.

MATTY (over phone):
Guys, find Cage now.

Matty. Yeah, it's Jack.
We found Cage's car,

but it's Swiss cheese, man.

She is MIA.

So, now the mercs have
Cage and the nerve gas,

and we have no idea
where they are.

Riley, I need my satellites
up, I need my eye in the sky,

and I need it now.

I just found a hardwired
security camera

across the street from
Cage's last-known position.

This is from ten minutes ago.

MATTY (over phone): Guys,
they're heading north.

Go get Cage.

(tires screeching)

My patience is wearing thin.

If you want what's in my head,

putting a bullet in
it isn't gonna help.

So why don't you
holster that gun,

and we can trade intel?

I'll tell you who I work for,

and you can tell me when
you plan on releasing

the gas in Grand
Central Station.

Who told you our plan? You did.

Just now.

Bag full of New York
City subway cards,

and, no offense, but
you don't seem like

the sightseeing type.

So, if the subway
is your target,

I figure you'll go big.

Either Penn Station
or Grand Central.

50/50 odds... I took a guess.

Perhaps I should find you front
row seats in Grand Central.

Your threat holds no weight.

The canister, the one you stole,

it's a fake.

You expect me to believe that?

I'm freelance, just like you.

And when my employer
heard about the VX,

she sent my team in to steal it.

But you were too late.

Actually, we got there first.

My boss decided she
wanted Chandra

and the gas.

So we stole the real gas

and let you steal the fake.

Why? So that we could

track you back to whatever
hole you crawled out of

and take out the competition.

Don't believe me? Crack it open,

take a whiff.

Or wait and see what
Chandra does to you

when you release a canister
of harmless argon gas

in Grand Central Station.

Why are you telling me all this?

I hear Chandra pays her
operators very, very well.

A lot more than my
current boss does.

I'm looking to make a change.

MacGYVER: Matty,
we're northbound.

No sign of Cage yet.

(phone chimes)

What is it? Nothing.

Come on, man, what is it?

It's... it's Jill.

She's having trouble
processing the film

I found in my dad's cabin.

What film?

Uh...

Oh, come on, man. I
thought we agreed

there'd be no Lone-Rangering
while we searched for your dad.

You know the Lone Ranger
had a sidekick, right?

You do realize you're making
my point for me, right?

Come on, Mac, even the
Lone Ranger needed help.

And so do you, if you'd
just ask for it.

I would have, but you
were a little busy

helicopter-parenting Riley.

Besides, I didn't think I was
gonna find anything useful.

Which is always the moment
you find something useful.

Yeah. Still could be nothing.

Although rolls of 8mm film do
not hide themselves, do they?

No, they do not.

And that might be
the reason somebody

burned down your dad's cabin,

to destroy whatever secrets
that film had on it.

It might be the key
to finding your pops.

It might be.

But first things first.

We get Cage and that VX back,

then we figure out

who burned down Daddy's cabin,

and we'll go pay them a
little visit, all right?

All right, sounds good.

CAGE: You know, the
longer you take

debating whether you
trust me or not,

the further away
the real VX gets.

We're not debating.
We don't trust you.

Yeah, well, you should,
because I'm the only person

who can get you the gas.

The real gas. So you let me go,

I'll get the gas,
I'll bring it to you.

Call it my buy-in to my
new employer's group.

You must think I'm quite stupid.

How do I know you'll
bring me the VX gas?

Because if I don't, Chandra
will kill us both.

So, do we have a deal or not?

Guys, good news, Riley got
our satellite back up.

Well, kind of just hacked
into someone else's.

Potato, po-tah-to, Ri.
Good work.

We still on the mercs' tail?
RILEY: Yeah.

If Jack keeps driving that fast,

you should have eyes on the mercs
and the VX in a few minutes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Cage, you all right?

I'm fine.

Wait, you just got Cage back?

Yeah, I kind of got myself back.

JACK: That's... very impressive,

but where's the can
of Mountain Dew?

You have it. Huh?

Or at least, that's
what the mercs think.

Wait, you convinced them

that the canister
they stole is a fake?

I did.

It's not like they can crack it
open and double-check, can they?

(laughs) MATTY: And so
now you're supposed

to bring them the real one?

CAGE: I've got 30 minutes

till they send coordinates
for the meet.

And so now, we just
need a fake canister

convincing enough

to fool these guys.

Jack, can you get
started on that?

Uh...

Kidding.

Blondie, do your thing.

(engine revs, tires squeal)

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

Whoa.

You look terrible.

Thank you.

I feel terrible,

but I bet I'm in a
better mood than you.

You've been gone for so long

you must be just about
out of time by now.

I am.

And that's why it's
time to change tack.

I hope you understand.

What are you doing?

Raising my game. Leanna,

don't do this.

Then don't make me.

Crossing a line.

Guard!

Guard!

Officer Glover!

This has to be
against the rules.

You and I both know that in
this game, there are no rules.

(choked up): Leanna...

don't do this.

Tell me your code
word and I won't.

(Bozer breathes unsteadily)

Then you leave me
with no choice.

DISPATCHER: 911,
what's your emergency?

LITTLE BOY: Please,
we need help.

(recorder beeps off)

LEANNA: I don't

want to play the rest of this.

(Bozer inhales
shakily) But I will,

if you don't give
me your code word.

It's your choice, Bozer.

I'll give you some
time to decide.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

(stifled sobs)

MacGYVER: Uh... yeah,
got everything here

I need to make fake VX gas.

What's it gonna be really?

Homemade tear gas.

CAGE: Ah, perfect.

MacGYVER: Yeah, it
should work great.

♫

So, when you get the real VX,

signal me; I'll
trigger the tear gas

and then Jack and I will
swoop in with the cavalry.

Oh, there's gonna be cavalry?

Yes, there is.

Well, if Jack can convince

the local SWAT team to
give us a hand, then, yes.

Uh, all jokes aside,

this is going to work.

I've got your back.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

(door closes)

Did we make a decision?

Please.

Don't do this.

It's not up to me, Bozer.

All you have to do
is tell me one word.

Can't do that.

DISPATCHER: 911,
what's your emergency?

LITTLE BOY: Please,
we need help.

DISPATCHER: Can you
tell me what happened?

LITTLE BOY: It was an accident.
Please.

My little brother,
he's bleeding!

DISPATCHER: Your brother's hurt?

LITTLE BOY: He's not moving!

Please, help me.

(Bozer exhales)

Please, Bozer.

Just say the word and
it'll all be over.

It was my little
brother's birthday.

My mom went to pick up the cake.

We were playing.

I don't know how he got it, it
was always locked up, but...

but there it was.

First I thought it was a toy...

only it was so big
in his little hand.

And as he got closer, I realized
it was my father's gun.

He started chasing me with it...

(choked up): Pretending
to be a policeman.

And then he tripped.

(Bozer breathes shakily)

I had never heard anything
that loud before in my life.

Or seen that much blood.

(Bozer exhales)

Congratulations.

You got me to do something I
haven't done since that day...

(voice breaking): Talk
about Josh's death.

(sniffles)

But I want you to know,

no matter what else
happens in here...

I'm never giving you
that code word.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

GLOVER: Excellent work, Mr.
Bozer.

You passed.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

Are you sure we're
in the right spot...

Only as sure as you
asked me the last time.

Okay.

MacGYVER: She's literally
standing on the coordinates

the mercs sent.

(vehicle approaching)

MacGYVER: That's it.

Okay, let's boogie. I don't
want to lose her a second time.

RILEY: Okay, guys. I
got ears on Cage.

I opened up the mic
on her cell phone.

Okay, Mac, SWAT team's
in position, now what?

Nobody moves until
we get confirmation

from Cage that she's
secured the real gas.

All right.

Kept my end of the bargain.

What time are we
hitting Grand Central?

There's been a slight
change of plans.

Since you guessed our target,

Chandra's picked a new one.

Wait a second. What?

VX gas... it's,
it's water-soluble.

This place supplies all the
water to New York City.

JACK: So they're gonna
deploy that nerve gas

right here, right now?

Hey, be ready, boys.
We're about to jump.

No offense, but we
don't trust you,

not yet.

So, just to be safe,
we're going to drop

both canisters into the water.

That way, no matter
what, the real VX

gets into New York's
water supply.

Albatross.

That's the signal.

SWAT, go now, now, now.

Tear gas. It's a fake.

Drop your weapons.
Hands in the air!

Get down on your knees now!

Mac!

Mac!

Hey.

What the hell are you doing?
It's leaking.

Then get out of there.

It's too late. I'm
already exposed.

All right. Step back.

Wait, wait, wait. Break
the glass, we all die.

And the VX could
get in the water.

He'll think of something.

(screaming)

Now what are you doing?

Adrenaline. Injury releases
adrenaline in the body,

which can slow the
effects of the gas.

He's buying himself time.

I'm gonna make a vent hood,

like the ones in every
laboratory ever built.

JACK: Won't that just spread the
gas to the air above the plant?

MacGYVER: No. Sewer gas
lines are already set up

to safely dispose of methane.

They push the gas through
an industrial flare.

I'm gonna use that
same system...

to ignite the VX gas and burn
it off before it can disperse.

See?

It's working.

(alarms blare)

Come on, man.

Now, how the hell
did you survive

locking yourself in a
room full of nerve gas?

Aah, I didn't.

It takes 18 hours to kill you,

so I need to get
to a hospital now.

Hey.

Hey.

You're becoming a regular here.

I should ask if they
have a loyalty card.

I'm, like, two punches
away from a free kidney.

(groans) You okay?

(sighing): Yeah.

Yeah.

You know, Matty and I

flipped the mercs we
captured at the plant.

As we speak, Phoenix
agents are rounding up.

Chandra's whole group, including
the queen bee herself.

That's great.

You know, Mac, what
you did back there,

that was a hell of a gamble.

Occupational hazard.

(cell phone buzzing)

I got to get that.
I'll be right back.

I'm glad you're feeling okay.

(Cage chuckles)

(groans lightly)

Hmm.

Look at you.

Oh, my goodness.

(car door opens)

Do I know you?

No, but I know you, tough guy.

Why are you following.

Elwood Davis?

That's none of your business.

I suggest you get that
gun out of my face

before I make you eat it.

Well, if you want him dead,

you're gonna have
to get in line.

See you around, Jack.

You're leaving?

Look, I know the purpose
of the interrogation test

was to simulate a real-world
situation in the life of a spy

and you were well
within your rights

to do whatever it took
to get me to crack.

But if this is the game...

I don't think I want to play.

But you won that game.

I hit you with the
worst thing imaginable

and you didn't break.

You're made for
this work, Bozer.

Please.

Stay.

I don't want you to go.

♫ Father, son

♫ Locked as one

♫ In this empty

♫ Room

♫ You're moving quite slow

♫ How far can we go?

What?

Matty?!

♫ Father and son.

No, no, no

no, no, no, no!
(blowing sharply)

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