All language subtitles for MacGyver_S05E08.SOS + Hazmat + Ultrasound + Frequency + Malihini.eng

MAN: Listen, I get it. I trespassed,
took some photos.

But we can skip this whole
rendition room thingy.

I mean, you're not gonna
good cop/bad cop me,

because that's so '90s, right?

And from what I hear,
you're way cooler than that.

You know, I've never said this
before during an interrogation,

but, please, just stop talking.

- Copy that.
- We searched your bag.

Where'd you get that?

It's the task force I worked with.

So you're law enforcement?

I was. Not anymore.

It's a long story.

Who are you?

This is the Phoenix Foundation, right?

Where MacGyver works?

My name is Jerry Ortega.

Not interested in your name, Jerry.

- Who are you?
- I'm the guy in the shadows,

who sees through the chaos.

I'm here to save you.

Whoa. Okay, that was a little dramatic.

How do you know MacGyver?

He went to Hawaii a while ago.

Helped Five-O.

He brought a sidekick with him.

A big guy, buzz cut, huge karaoke fan.

Jack.

- Yeah, that's right.
- So, Jerry Ortega

of the Five-O Task Force,
what brings you here?

Well, for a while now, I've
been tracking online rumors

about a terrorist organization
trying to bring about

the end of the world.

And word is some mystery
group sent them running.

I put it together, and all
roads lead to MacGyver.

So I called up my old
boss, Steve McGarrett,

asked for an address,
and, voilà, here I am.

I guess I spooked security.

(QUIETLY): Yes, I'd say
he's pretty harmless.

Just a...

nosy conspiracy theorist.

That's rude.

- I prefer "truth hunter".
- All right then.

Truth hunter.

We'll be back.

You think you stopped
Codex, but you didn't.

They're still out there,

talking to each other.

♪♪

How do you know?

I know

because they're talking to me, too.

♪♪

- Synced and corrected by Firefly -
- www.addic7ed.com -

We recovered this message
from a cell phone

on a previous op.

I tracked similar single-use burners,

mapped to other intercepted messages.

This pattern here indicates
an upper-level Codex operative

in the area.

So, you said that Codex
was talking to you?

I tracked them to the
dark web, created an alias,

pretended I wanted to join the cause.

We traded a few messages.

How do you know it was them?

Because someone forgot
to activate their VPN

when signing on.

Lasted about half a second.

That was enough for me
to grab an IP address.

I traced it to a bunker in Montana

before the whole killer volcano thing.

(DOOR OPENS)

There's been a change of plans.

Mac, Desi, Riley, you're
with me on the jet.

Taylor, Bozer, stay with the Codex lead.

DESI: You're...

going into the field?

Wheels up in ten.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
- Matty?

What could be more important than Codex?

Mac, I need your help on this one, okay?

It's personal.

Okay.

MAN: Zero, two, five,

five, eight. Zero, two...

Sounds like an old numbers
station transmission.

But I thought the CIA
stopped using those.

Are you familiar with
an intelligence officer

by the name of Ian Cain?

Cain? Yeah. Of course.

The guy's a Cold War legend.

He holds the record
for getting defectors

across the Berlin Wall.

I mean, in the '80s, he
single-handedly stopped

a Russian military coup
against Gorbachev.

Saved the entire peace process.

He also saved my life

more times than I'd like to remember.

Cain and I were partnered
on some of my earlier ops.

Two days ago, he sent me
this message from his post

at a CIA station in Slovenia.

It's an SOS. He's in trouble.

- Any details?
- No.

And that's what concerns
me. I mean, in the past,

we've always had a protocol:

throw up the bat signal,
await further instruction.

I got the SOS, but
then nothing followed.

Just two days of radio silence.

Whatever happened,

we may be too late.

♪♪

_

_

Are we sure this is the place?

It's a clandestine office.

Its cover is an import/export
insurance company,

but the whole building's a CIA front.

Cain's still not picking up.

Don't suppose we have
bolt cutters in the trunk?

No, but...

I did see a toolbox.

MACGYVER: A bolt cutter uses
a complicated leverage system

to produce enough power to
cut through tempered steel.

But two wrenches can
create enough torque

to break the tempered steel.

♪♪

Where is everyone?

(ALARM SOUNDS)

WOMAN: Attention. Please follow
the emergency action plan

for the destruction
of sensitive materials.

This is an immediate evacuation.

Sounds like they got their burn bags

- and got the hell out of here.
- No.

Cain would never abandon his post.

He's got to be here somewhere.

You know, my dad once told me

that all the old embassy
spies, they had "boltholes".

Hidden offices that
no one else knew about.

And they were usually on the top floor,

next to the antennas.

Knowing Cain, it'd probably be
tucked away, like a bank vault.

That's what I'm counting on.

♪♪

(SIGHS)

MACGYVER: If Cain's office isn't part

of the original building
structure, and it's fortified,

it'll be heavier than the rest
of the offices on the floor,

and create an incline.

The incline may even be too
slight to measure with a level,

but it will be enough
to distort the momentum

of a small moving object.

Zero, seven, four,

two, seven, nine; it's
our fail-safe code.

(BEEPING)

Ian!

He's still alive. We gotta
get him to the hospital.

It's okay.

- (ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES)
- And so that's how you can tell

that the moon landing
was filmed in Morocco.

- What?
- Wow.

This place is awesome.

We got a good start
with your message logs,

but let's hook you up to the mainframe,

see what else we can pull
from your chat routing.

Is that an electron microscope?

(CHUCKLES) I've always wanted to...

What in the evil robot
apocalypse is that?

That's Sparky.

Hang on, you have a robot?

At Five-O we have a table,
and everyone's all,

"Oh, cool computer table".

It's just a big stupid iPad.

Sparky's on sabbatical.

He was getting a little
too full of himself.

This is impressive.

But don't give him any
personal information,

'cause AI is dangerous,

and they're gonna rise
up and murder us all.

He knows where I live.

(QUIETLY): Ooh, mistake.

- You say something?
- Big mistake.

(CHATTER IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Webber.

What took you so long?

Stop for a picnic on the way?

Well, if you had left me some intel

instead of fainting
like a delicate flower,

it would have been sooner.

It's an honor, sir.

Who's this, your intern?

This is Angus MacGyver.

The famous MacGyver. Apologies.

- I need a cappuccino with extra foam.
- Ian!

I'm just messing with him.
It'll put hair on his chest.

Matty says you're good, kid.

I'm looking forward
to seeing you prove it.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Tell me what happened.

A couple weeks ago,

my staff...

every patient in there,

they started getting sick.

Migraine headaches, nausea, dizziness.

And then it got weird.

Behavioral problems.

(CLAMORING ECHOING)

Folks just started acting irrational.

Got downright angry and paranoid.

Once I knew my people were in trouble,

I pulled the plug and I
put 'em in the hospital.

Why didn't you evacuate?

Needed answers.

Are there any dangerous
materials stored on-site?

Honestly, kid, it's mostly paperwork,

but we do have a bunch

of Cold War relics down in the basement.

It's a quiet posting.
That's why I took it.

Okay. You rest. We'll strategize.

Okay.

Hey. Thanks for coming.

You were there for me
when my life went sideways.

It's the least I can do.

(GROANS)

RILEY: The doctors are baffled.

Apparently, the blood work's not
giving them any answers either.

Possibilities?

Frankly, hundreds.

A naturally occurring
pathogen like black mold,

chemical exposure,
viral bacteriological...

- Ian.
- (EXCITED CHATTER)

(MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY)

DOCTOR: Mr. Cain, can you hear me?

His condition is deteriorating rapidly.

We need to move him.

Mac, I need you to pull that
building apart brick by brick.

We need to figure out
what's causing this.

I'm gonna figure
something out. I promise.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

MACGYVER: The trouble with looking

for an unknown contaminant

is that it's a molecule-sized needle

in a building-sized haystack.

You have to be thorough

but also know any false
move could wipe out

the one tiny clue to everything.

(GASPS)

DESI: You flinched.

- Involuntary muscle response.
- You flinched.

- (CHUCKLES)
- (RUSTLING)

Wait. What was that?

MACGYVER: It's just the plastic

being blown around.

RILEY: Bad news, Mac.

State Department's
sending in a CBRN team.

A hazmat team?

They're gonna follow protocol
and kick us out of here.

We don't have time for that.

MACGYVER: Maybe. But until then,

I have an idea. This might be airborne,

so I'm gonna test the room for toxins.

I'm sealing off this area.

Desi's gonna get you access
to the main server room.

That way, you can have all
the surveillance footage

and employee data that you need.

I can look for correlations
between patients and symptoms.

Maybe find patient zero.

How's Cain doing?

Matty's with him. Hasn't woken up yet.

People are getting sicker.

We need answers.

My best guess is you got about an hour

before that hazmat team arrives

and the building is crawling
with government suits.

All right. I've got 59 minutes...

... to make a chemistry set.

Out of what?

History.

Okay.

I've been sent to tell you again

you're on the wrong side of the glass.

I'm gonna be here when he wakes up.

There was this time in Libya.

It was my first field op.

My asset flipped on me,

sold me out to Gaddafi's secret police.

Two days on the run,

I found myself cornered
on a rooftop in Tripoli

when guess who dropped out of the sky?

Literally.

On a helicopter.

A Canadian helicopter he stole.

That's the first time he saved my life.

That's some serious badass hero stuff.

Any luck finding patient zero?

So...

I ran this hack on a
CDC mission a while back.

Ignore when the patients

officially report being sick.

Right. It's unreliable.

So, what you do is look
at when the patients

go to something like WebMD

and start searching their own symptoms.

I mapped it out.

It's weird. Normally,
a pattern of infection

spreads out from patient zero.

But this is different.

The first wave got sick on the same day

in the same hour.

Even as we speak, someone is out there

sending down orders to
disbanded Codex cells.

We need to find out
who's pulling the strings.

JERRY: Sorry, guys. My Codex contacts

have gone deep underground.

I'm dropping breadcrumbs,
but it's quiet out there.

Then I suggest a new plan,

because we've been doing
this for bloody hours.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Hang on.

You're having fun.

What?

Free food, a tricked-out superspy lair,

the bathrooms have cloth towels.

You know, it's nice to
appreciate what you have,

enjoy your life.

Uh, he doesn't do that.

JERRY: Yeah, I checked
every dark website

that has Codex activity
and I got nothing.

Hang on.

What's that?

"Marketplace for Radiological
Dispersal Devices".

Dirty bombs.

So, Codex only knows you
by your online alias, right?

FailSafe815.

So, other than wanting to join up,

that's pretty much all
they know about you.

Well, let's just pretend,
just for a moment,

that you are a dirty bomb specialist.

Perhaps you could offer
your services to Codex?

Radiological mayhem.

Yeah, that sounds like Codex's M.O.

Let's give it a shot.

And actually, I do know how to have fun.

Just last week, I was
with the Navy SEALs,

practicing my nighttime
amphibious landing,

under live ammunition fire, might I add.

- I don't even know how to unpack that.
- JERRY: Whoa.

That was fast.

Says they want to discuss
my services, in person.

Looks like we've got a
job interview with Codex.

Now this, this is fun.

DESI: Okay, I got the CO2 cartridge

- from the soda machine.
- Awesome. I'm almost done.

- Can you seal the door for me?
- Yeah.

So this is gonna test the air?

Yeah. Gas chromatography
test for toxins.

It's the old-school art of
analyzing scientific samples.

Sorry, Mr. Cain, but I need this.

That would be a Cold
War-era shortwave radio.

Specifically, I need the
amplifier inside of it.

The CO2 cartridge will push
the sample through tubes

lined with an absorbent,

which will separate certain particles.

Those particles will then pass
through the radio's amplifier

connected to a computer,

hopefully giving me answers
about the toxin in the air.

- (COMPUTER BEEPS)
- What?

Damn it.

- Nothing.
- What, it's not working?

Oh, no, it's working. It
says that the air is clean.

Okay, so what are we missing?

- We did a sweep of all the offices.
- We sweep it again,

see if we can find something.

- (SIGHS)
- Fine, but you take the kitchen this time.

There's three-day-old food
in there and it's nasty.

Nasty? Nasty's good.

BOZER: Looks like the
meeting is two hours away.

We can get a visual on most
tables either from the bar

- or the upper-level balcony.
- Perfect.

Public place, gives us options
for establishing lines of sight

so we can remote-hack
Codex's communications.

We'll get access to the comms,

we can figure out how they're
encrypting their messages.

Trace the messages back to
whoever's pulling the strings.

Leland?

Odds are that it's him, although
a few things don't quite add up.

Great work, Jerry.

Thanks. This was a blast.

I'm gonna miss you guys.

- Well, I'll get out of the way.
- Wait... hang on a second.

Boze and I are doing the remote hack.

You're the one who's meeting Codex.

(LAUGHS)

No, we can't show our faces.

Codex knows who we
are. You-you have done

undercover work for
Five-O before, right?

Absolutely.

There was this one time
at a memorabilia store,

and then once at a mental hospital.

You're gonna do great.

Voilà. Three-day-old lasagna.

Ah, perfect. If the threat
is weaponized bacteria,

then the rate of growth will
be accelerated on the food.

The hazmat team's gonna
be here any minute.

Pretty sure we don't have
time to watch bacteria grow.

We don't have to.

The food has been inside of the fridge

and, uh, not exposed to the outside air.

And the power's been off,

so they're the perfect control group.

All we have to do is compare.

Bacteria cells are tiny.

Ten times smaller than most
plant and animal cells.

So if germ warfare is
what's making people sick,

then these leftovers should be crawling

with millions of deadly bacteria cells.

However, to see them, I
need to paint the samples

with a stain made from
coffee and kitchen supplies.

Aha.

They have a UV light for,
uh, sterilizing the water

in their filtration system.

I can turn it into a UV scanner.

What?

What?

I-I... It doesn't...
I can't believe this.

This doesn't make sense.
How is that even possible?

There has to be something here!

Why can't I figure this out?

Hey, but you will, okay?

(PANTING): You always do. Just...

(BOTH GRUNTING, COUGHING)

Just focus. (COUGHING)

- Des?
- (COUGHING CONTINUES)

Are you okay?

No, there's something in my mask.

- Close your eyes. Let me see.
- I'm gonna take it off.

No, no, no! Don't do that.

Just let me s...

Des, you got a nosebleed.
We got to get out of here.

(GRUNTS)

Mac, you're bleeding, too.

- Oh, we got to go.
- We can't.

We have to figure this out.

We can't figure anything
out if we're dead.

We followed protocol,

we're in protective gear.

- How is this possible?
- I don't know.

It's not possible for us to be infected.

Whatever we're dealing with

is unlike anything
we've ever seen before.

♪♪

(PANTING, COUGHING)

(GRUNTS)

I feel so much better.

Yeah. My headache's almost already gone.

So, our symptoms lessen once
we get outside of the building,

so we're not carrying it with
us like a-a virus or a toxin.

And the people inside the
hospital are getting worse.

So it's also about how long

you're exposed to whatever this is.

(PHONE RINGING, VIBRATING)

MATTY: Go ahead, Mac.

MACGYVER: Hey, uh, Riley,
can you use the patient data

to map out where the most severe
cases in the building were?

RILEY: I'm on it.

The basement.

But Ian was on the top floor.

And he was there way
longer than anyone else.

Exactly. So, a longer time of exposure.

It's something to do
with the building itself.

Ready to go in the basement?

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Yeah.

_

Check comms, one, two.

You guys can see me okay?

TAYLOR: Yes, we have
excellent sight lines.

Now just remember, make eye
contact, lower your voice,

don't fidget with the tableware.

You are, after all, dealing with

an international apocalyptic death cult.

Thanks for the pep talk, Oprah.

BOZER: I like him.

Yes.

I'm getting rather warm
and cuddly feelings

towards him myself.

So let's try not to get him killed.

Mm-hmm.

What if this were some
kind of coordinated attack?

The perpetrators would
have to put the building

under surveillance to
make sure it was working.

Check CCTV in the neighborhood.

Watch the watchers.

You got it.

What did you mean

when you said Cain was there for you

when your life went sideways?

It wasn't sideways.

It was... more like upside down.

I'd overcome every obstacle

placed in my direction,

but I just couldn't overcome
a broken heart.

Ian didn't let that sideline me.

He kept me working. He gave me purpose.

He's my touchstone.

Sounds familiar.

What do you mean?

I probably would have
been back in prison

if it wasn't for you.

You do that for us.

The touchstone thing.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

Oh, I think I've got something.

(PHONE RINGING)

RILEY: Mac.

I found something on CCTV.

There's a cable company van

parked in four different places
around Cain's building.

I doubt it's a real cable company.

Riley, can you map out the
access point of the locations?

See if we can at least tell
what they're aiming at.

Looks like a storage area
in the northwest corner

of the basement.

Copy that.

- (BREAKING UP): Maybe...
- Mac?

Riley, uh...

- Mac, you're breaking up.
- (STATIC CRACKLING)

(ZAPPING)

Are you feeling this?

Yeah. My head's killing me.

MACGYVER: Paint's chipped.

(ZAPPING CONTINUES)

Stress fractures in the glass.

DESI: You hear that, right?

It's getting louder as we get closer.

MACGYVER: Yeah. Fluorescent...

fluorescent light bulbs
use magnetic ballasts.

They're vibrating.

I think this place is being hit

with longitudinal pressure waves.

Wait a second, that's it. Sound waves.

Someone's attacking this
building with sonic weapons.

- Can we... ?
- Absolutely.

Pressure waves from
directed energy weapons,

they create bubbles
in the inner ear fluid.

But it doesn't just cause
nausea and headaches.

If it gets in your bloodstream,
it's a lot worse.

Are you saying these
victims have the bends?

It's even worse than that.

It's functionally a stroke.

Which must be what happened to Cain.

- We got to get back to the hospital and let them know.
- Yeah.

(BANGING)

Potential recruiter incoming.
Remember the phrase.

Pinotage.

That's hard to find in L.A.

Not if you know where to look.

Hmm.

That wasn't half bad.

All right, hacking the
recruiter's comms...

RECRUITER: We could use
someone with your skill set.

JERRY: And I am the best.

We're not for the faint of heart.

"What was is lost,
from death comes life".

We're in. I've got a trace on the phone.

Now we just need her to make a call.

All revolutions have a price.

And what is yours?

What's my price?

Name something ridiculously high.

She'll have to call her
boss to get approval,

and her boss is who we're after.

That's the price you pay for the best.

You know what? I can handle this.

No need to bother the boss.

BOZER: No-no-no-no-no.
What is she doing?

TAYLOR: You can't handle it.

Call your bloody boss.

You're hired. But we need
to see a demonstration.

- BOZER: Jerry, listen to me.
- So, if you'll please come with us.

BOZER: Do what she says.

If you refuse, they're
going to kill you.

♪♪

What are you doing here?

- MACGYVER: Who are you?
- State Department.

We didn't know you guys
were here already.

I'm sorry.

I'm Dr. Viskoff. We're
the local CBRN WHO team.

This area is off-limits at the moment.

You must evacuate immediately.

This isn't a hazmat team.

(GRUNTING)

(SHOUTS)

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(BOTH GROANING)

(PANTING)

(BOTH SHOUTING)

♪♪

Mac?

Mac, Mac. Wake up. Wake up, please!

Please.

(GRUNTS)

Hey.

Just once I want to come
to Europe as a tourist.

- What do you think was in that trunk?
- I don't know.

But what we do know is
what was making people sick.

So we need to get to the hospital.

Maybe there's still hope.

Anyone taking down that sort of fee,

wearing that fine a suit,

is not trawling for work
on the dark web.

Who are you, really?

I look too high class?
Wow. That's a new one.

Look, I could threaten to
start chopping off fingers,

but then we'd waste valuable time

while you decide
whether or not I mean it.

So let's grab a thumb as
a conversation starter.

(STAMMERS)

Hello.

(SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

(SIGHS)

(GROANS)

- It's about time.
- TAYLOR: Right.

Let's scamper before their
reinforcements arrive.

This way, chaps.

But Mac and Desi, they're both okay?

Headaches. We know their
exposure was limited,

- so no permanent effects.
- CAIN: Webber!

Quit slacking off, get in
here. We got work to do.

(EXHALES) I need a sitrep on my people.

Oh, good. You brought the hacker girl.

We're gonna need her.

Hacker woman.

I like her. She can stay.

Ian, what are you doing?

I'm buying a horse.

What do you think I'm
doing? I'm helping.

- You almost died.
- Aw, Matty...

you know I got to do this.

You know I got to get back out there.

Is there anything I can
say that will stop you?

I think you know the answer to that.

Oh. You're up.

- Hey.
- MATTY: Great work out there, you two.

Now we need to figure
out who these people are,

and what they took.

Riley, any luck with an I.D.?

They avoided CCTV.

But there's one thing no one can avoid.

Selfies.

The building's located near two

major tourist sites that appear
in a lot of social media posts.

Searching through the background,

I was able to filter out one
of the fake hazmat members.

Stumbled upon this pretty princess.

Yep. That's the leader.

CAIN: Jakob Nemec?

Wow, there's a name from the past.

He's part of an ultranationalist
terror group.

They call themselves "Fatherland".

These racist asshats have
been terrorizing the Balkans

for over a decade.

MATTY: But what do they want?

You said everything
at the station of value

was either removed,
shredded or destroyed.

Yeah, it was all just
failed Cold War research.

Research? What kind of research?

Specifically, anything to
do with sonic weapons?

We've seen you in a hospital gown.

I think trust issues are out the window.

You got to remember, this was
at the end of the Cold War.

The Soviet government couldn't
pay for their people anymore,

including their weapons designers.

Scientists just left the
lab with half-finished

doomsday devices scattered
all over Eastern Europe.

That was my job, to gather it
up and lock it into basements.

But it was all harmless research.

But... ?

Operation Harpy.

It's a...

... a directed energy weapon.

A massive one. A city killer.

The Russians never got
past the planning stage,

but Nemec, he's a defense lackey,

he would've known about it.

(SIGHS) Fatherland is
going to revive that weapon.

They built a low-fi version of it,

used it to clear out the embassy

so they could sneak in undetected

and take the research for the big one.

Except it didn't feel low-fi at all.

I felt like a piece of
microwave popcorn.

Do you have any idea how
we could track these guys?

Well, sonic weapons, they-they
always leak a signature sound,

but it's too high for humans to hear.

I can track that frequency,
triangulate the signal,

and find their location.

With what?

Um... I'll figure that out.

Well, what are you waiting on?
We ain't getting any younger.

All right. Okay, Desi, a little help.

Uh, okay, I'm fine with
you getting out of bed,

- but you cannot leave.
- I'm just gonna go up to the roof.

I want to see if it's a
good place for a signal.

If we get a bead on these guys,

I'm gonna contact my
friend, the chief of police,

and see if he'll set up
a roadblock for us.

Dare I ask how you know the
Ljubljana chief of police?

He's KGB. We tried to
kill each other in '89.

It's a great story.

You two, map the frequency with Riley.

Thanks.

He got my name right.

So I just need... oh.

I-I'm sorry.

I... I just need this.

Sorry.

DESI: Congratulations.

- Ooh, I need the... that thing.
- Oh.

All right, everyone spread out.

The further apart, the
more accurate the reading.

MATTY: Good news. We got 'em.

Bad news is they're moving.

- MACGYVER: Where?
- RILEY: North of the river.

But we gotta get closer
to be more accurate.

We have to follow them by ground.

- I can rig this thing to be portable.
- CAIN: You better hustle.

They get out of our range,
they're gonna be gone for good.

The next time we see them,

it's gonna be because
they're making headlines.

Copy that.

MATTY: Mac, where are you?

We're closing in on them
using my homemade device.

(SIGHS) Okay.

You know, I don't think
they can turn this thing off.

It probably takes too much time
to power cycle back on.

That's why they want the prototype.

Soviet scientists must have fixed that.

DESI: I don't know.

It seems like their weapon
kicked our ass pretty well.

Left.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MACGYVER: Military research...

even old military research...

it's better than starting from scratch.

CAIN: That's why the U.S.
still keeps those atomic secrets

from the 1940s classified.

They know that anybody can
build a dirty nuclear bomb.

Well, not anybody.

Yeah, pretty much. Anybody.

CAIN: It's like falling off a bike.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- Got him.
- Sending you our location now.

(WHIRRING)

Swerve!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MACGYVER: Actually, I think it's okay.

The beam is too narrow.
They can't hit us.

What are they doing?

The engine. The engine's...
that's a bigger target.

What can it do?

It, uh, can cavitate the fluids
of the radiator coolant,

and change the density
and the heat resistance.

- This is new.
- I know, it's okay, it's okay.

Cain set up a police blockade.

Just turn in here.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

I can't believe they got away.

Or not.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

My guy tells me they haven't reached

the police roadblock yet.

Yeah, it's 'cause we
caught their attention.

MACGYVER: Ever play a guitar
too close to a speaker?

You know what happens: feedback.

So what happens when
you fire a sonic weapon

inside a concrete room

that you've turned
into one giant speaker?

And the sound that was
only supposed to be heard

over a few square meters
fills an entire floor.

Okay, get ready.

This is gonna hurt, isn't it?

Yeah.

(SHOUTS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(WHIRRING)

(GROANING)

(ALL CRYING OUT)

- (SIRENS APPROACHING)
- Is that the police?

What?

What?

♪ In the twilight ♪

♪ Thoughts keep crashing into you... ♪

Is that...

Cappuccino, extra foam.

You're getting out in a couple of days.

What are you gonna do?

Take care of myself.

Relax, eat my vegetables.

Liar.

Congratulations.

All your people are going home safe.

Thanks to you and your interns.

You know, you did a
really good job on them.

But I think I spotted some tricks

that I taught you back in the day.

I learned from the best.

♪ Lifting the veil... ♪

You have any regrets about
staying in the spy business?

Every time one comes up,

I think about all the people
who depend on me.

What about you?

Ever plan to retire?

Nah, I can't leave.

There's a whole new bunch of
Mattys out there running around

- I gotta train.
- We both know that I'm an original.

Settle down, Webber.

♪ And you're weary... ♪

TAYLOR: Are you sure
you want to take the bus?

Yeah. Trains and planes
are for amateurs.

Too easily tracked.
Bus is the way to go.

Thanks for opening my eyes
about the moon landing.

Yeah. Thanks for letting me help.

You know, normally,

it's every conspiracy theorist's dream

to be right about something.

Just wish I was wrong about Codex.

We didn't get to trace
the call back to the boss.

We need a plan B.

Or do you?

As a token of my appreciation...

I took this off the recruiter
during the fight.

I don't know what's on it,
but I figure once you crack

Codex's encryption, it might
take you where you want to go.

♪ Become diamonds in the rough ♪

Thank you.

I've never seen him do that.

Thank you.

♪ Pull me against my will... ♪

Well, that's me.

♪ Close your eyes... ♪

You know, Jerry...

we could use you at
the Phoenix Foundation.

Ah, I'm honored, but, uh,

I think I'm gonna try working
alone now for a while.

You know, as Elvis Presley once said,

"You gotta follow that dream
wherever that dream may lead".

So, uh, I'll see you on the flip side,

and God bless The King.

♪ Close your eyes ♪

♪ Close your eyes ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm always... ♪

TAYLOR: Cheerio!

♪ Close your eyes ♪

♪ Close your eyes ♪

♪ Can you feel me? ♪

What are you still doing here?

We have a debrief in the morning.

- Go home.
- This is my home.

♪ Close your eyes... ♪

This is the good stuff.
Really good stuff, isn't it?

When this was made, 18 years ago...

I didn't know there was
such a thing as Codex.

Sometimes I wish I could go back.

Taylor, what's going on?

Well, we already knew
Codex was reaching out

to the old cells,

seeing who wanted to
get the gang back together.

Right. And the only real
threat was the nerve agent,

but we dealt with that.

Yes. And thanks to
their comms encryptions,

which, unfortunately,
they've already changed,

I've been able to map out

exactly who they've
been reaching out to.

All the old cells. (SIGHS)

The fanatics.

The sleepers in government,
law enforcement.

The military.

They called everyone.

They sent out a worldwide wake-up call.

We'll be facing enemies
we'll never see coming.

We can't trust anyone.

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