All language subtitles for MacGyver.S02E18.WEBRip.x264-ION10-2

Previously onMacGyver... MacGYVER: This is from my dad.

Who sticks an old World War II
German dossier under the cedar?

MacGYVER: Everything's a puzzle
when it comes to my father.

JACK: I think he's trying
to tell you how to find him.

Welcome to the Colton
Family Bail Bonds.

Wasn't too bad
working with you two.

If you ever steal
my mark again,

oh, there will
be hell to pay.

[horse neighs]

[man whistles]

♪

JACK: All right, all
right, all right.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

These'll work.

I think you forgot something.

What's that?

[whispering]:
Your pants.

How'd you know I'm not wearing
any pants?

There's a mirror behind you.

Oh. Oh. Uh, sorry.

Yeah, I just, I just

slapped these on while my pants
are in the dryer.

I'll be ready to
go in a minute.

Oh, really?

'Cause I think you look
just fine right now.

Matty. We work together.

I won't tell if you won't.

Conversation's getting
a little strange.

You're the one that came in
half naked.

I can fix it.

You all right there, Tex?

Fine, yeah.

[whispering]:
Little chafing problem?

Only in the important area.

All right, hurry up.

I need you in position
before that rodeo starts.

Strike that.

I got eyes on our target.
Time to move.

Seriously? Yeah, seriously.

But my pants aren't dry yet. Now!

♪

Yahoo!

[spectators clamoring]

[Jack grunts]

Aah!

[gasps]

[grunting]

Dude.

Your scumbag buddies

are never gonna let
you forget this.

You just got run
down by a dude

who ain't even wearing
stinking pants.

Yeah, yeah, good
job, Howdy Poopy,

but stop bragging.

We got to roll.[smacks buttocks]

♪

WOMAN: And you don't know
his name? Place of birth?

When this was taken?

Unfortunately, I don't know
anything about this man.

But if I can identify him,
it might help me find my father.

Ah, which... it's kind of
a long story.

Well, the fact
that he has a tattoo

tells us he was at Auschwitz.

Okay.

The placement on his left arm
means it was after March 1942,

but beyond that...

[sighs] I know, and I know
that this is a lot to ask,

but I was kind of hoping
that you could, uh,

let me have access
to your visual records.

So, that's photo
archives, videos,

anything that could
help me identify him.

The archive has
55,000 interviews

and contains
700,000 photographs.

Trying to find one man
among the three million

who survived and the six million
who were murdered

will be very difficult.

I know, but just because
something's impossible

doesn't mean you shouldn't try.

Okay.

Let's go see what we can
find in the archives.

[phone chimes]Thank you so much.

JACK:
'Sup, Matty?

Where's Blondie?

Mm-mm.

Hi.

Nice of you to join us.

I'm a fraction of a second late.

Spare me the math.
Late is late.

Now, let's get
this campfire going.

We just got a lead

on Emil Beck.

Wait, theEmil Beck?

Yes.

MacGYVER:
Um, obviously, not all of us

are caught up.
Who is theEmil Beck?

JACK: Don't worry, Matty.
I'll take it from here.

Emil Beck is
a government tech nerd

turned traitor

that she and I have been chasing
ever since he stole,

get this, 300 gigabytes
of classified intel

and then just fled the U.S.

300 gigs? Mm-hmm.

One could do a lot of damage
with that kind of intel.Yeah.

That's why I spent so many years
trying to catch this guy.

Beck is not a trained spy.

But with an IQ of 162,

he's a quick study.

He's managed to elude capture
for years,

staying one step ahead
of law enforcement

until... last night.

Beck was pulled over in Arkansas

for a broken taillight.

The officer who made the stop
suspected that his ID was fake,

but when he tried
to bring Beck in,

brace yourself.

Drop the weapon.

Officer Thomas Porter
was killed.

Beck managed to flee the scene,

but we believe

that he was wounded
in the shoot-out.

MacGYVER: Which might be
the break we need.

The wound may make him sloppy.

MATTY: One can only hope.
State police have issued

a reward for his arrest,

but all they have
is his fake ID.

They have no idea who
they're actually dealing with.

MacGYVER: We got
to stop this guy

before he gets more cops killed.

RILEY: And I think I
know where to look.

I've had my facial
recognition code

scanning every image
posted online

within 500 miles
of that shoot-out.

This was what I found.

JACK:
Uh, yeah, right.

Unless he's got a severe case
of the Benjamin Buttons,

I don't think... Just hold on, Jack.
Just wait for it.

Where was this picture taken?

Atlanta, two hours ago.

Go.

Okay, Atlanta PD just put out
a BOLO with Beck's current photo

and real name, so we'll see.

Yeah, same with the staties
and the sheriffs,

which means that
every local lawman

will be looking out for him.

Yeah, you know, it probably
still won't be enough.

This guy's been giving me
and Matty the slip

for over a decade.

Take a look
at the photo again.

See if there's anything in there
that might give us a clue

on where he is.

What about his injury?
He's bandaged.

He must've patched himself up
somewhere.

Yeah, but you can't exactly walk
into an ER

with a gunshot wound
and keep a low profile

because they call those in.

Yeah. Yeah, so, hey,
check for break-ins

at local veterinarian hospitals.

I've done some of my
finest self-surgeries

in the back of a vet's office.

I had that same thought,

but I checked the police reports
and it got nothing.

So now I'm checking
for any robberies at clinics

and pharmacies...[computer beeps]

I think I just
got something.

Break-in at a drugstore
on Peachtree.

MacGYVER:
Oh, yeah.

The list of stolen items is
exactly what you would need

to self-treat a gunshot wound.
This has got to be Beck.

Except it isn't.

Cops are looking
for an Owen Palmer.

He's dumb enough
to let his face get caught

on the security camera,
but smart enough

cops haven't got him yet.

Yeah, but what are the odds that
this guy would randomly steal

everything that Beck
needs to treat himself

hours after Beck gets shot?

Palmer's got to be
one of Beck's cutouts.Exactly.

If Beck's hiring those criminals
to do his dirty work,

I see why it's been so hard
to catch him.

Good news is,
if we can find this guy,

he may be able to tell us
where Beck is hiding.

Do we know where Palmer is now?

His phone's in a house
in Grant Park.

Excellent. Let's go pay him
a little visit.

I was just about to use my card.

It's a lot faster to kick it in
and way cooler, anyway.

MacGYVER:
Look, I don't disagree with you,

but Palmer's definitely
gonna know we were here now.

JACK:
Yeah, so what?

Got a cell phone
charging over here.

Which means he's
gonna be back soon.

Well, it's a good day
for a stakeout.

Whose turn is it
to get snacks?

[phone chimes]

That's the seventh text
since we got here.

Who's blowing up
your phone, Riley?

Don't even bother.

She's been dating some new guy.

She won't even tell me
who it is.

I think you need a hobby, Jack.

You ever try knitting?

Or CrossFit?

Or, I don't know, minding
your own damn business?

Hey, I bet it's 'cause
the dude has a dumb name.

[phone chimes]You know, like
Cletus or Milton

or Fidget Spinner.
Something like that.
[laughs]

See, this is exactly why I'm
not discussing this with you.

No, the reason you're not
discussing this with me

is there's probably something
horribly wrong with him.

Probably don't
even like him.

Just tell me who it is.

Do you remember
what happened last time

I told you about a boy I liked?

Hmm?

Oh. Yeah, Trevor.

Well, now,

all I told Trevor was,
he better be a gentleman

or I was capable
of making him disappear

off the face of the planet.

He was 12.[snorts]

12.
[stammers]
You're never too young

to learn how to be a gentleman.

The point is,
I'm still trying to figure out

this whole dating
while working a job

you can't talk about thing.

Last thing I need is you
in my business again.

Okay?
JACK: Okay.
I didn't like Trevor.

There was something off about
him, like a little demon. Guys, guys, Palmer, Palmer.

JACK:
Owen.

Sorry about your door, man.

End of the road, pal.

Angus MacGyver.

As I live and breathe.

How you doing?

Mama Colton.
Hmm.

What are you
guys doing here?

Chasing a felon

who gunned down a police officer
in Arkansas.

We have reason to believe

that Mr. Palmer here

can lead us to him.

Uh, dibs.

Dibs? What, are you ten?

Nope. Ten's being generous.

OWEN:
You know, it seems like you guys
have a lot to work out here,

so why don't I just... JACK:
Shut up, Owen!

You're not going anywhere.
Butt out of it.

Okay.
JESSE:
Look, look, look.

Not that we're not happy
to see you guys,

but what's your
business with this man?

Our business is our business, [phone ringing]

But trust me when I tell you

that you're in way over
your head with this one.

The guy you're
chasing is bad news.

Please let us take it from here.

JACK: And "please" is
being courteous, Mama.

We like you.

But y'all are bail bonds.
We're federal agents.

I'm pulling rank.
He's coming with us.

Have a nice day.

I don't think so.

It's all right, baby.

Mama knows when
a dog won't hunt.

Clearly, this case is
in very capable hands.

So we're just gonna let

our government friends
take it from here.

Mm-hmm.

Good luck with that.

Come on. Come on.

Get your ass
over here, Owen.Yeah.

What's the matter with you?

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

You believe her?

Oh, no. Not for a second.

Sit down. Shut up. Hey, you can't do...

Let's get comfy.
Listen, we know all about

your little
pharmacological B&E.

All right? What?

Just stop.
We know you took the drugs.

Pharmacy got you on video.

Yeah. Pharmacy's not
ringing any bells.

Maybe,

if I saw the video.

I should tell you
a little something about me.

I'm not a patient man.

So we're gonna start over.

And you're gonna
tell the truth.

Or I'm gonna start
ringing your bells for you.

You understand?[computer chimes]

Before you do;
Riley, you got something?

Oh, yeah. I got everything
the Coltons have

on Beck's activities before and
after the shoot-out in Arkansas.

While you two were trying

to big-dog Mama,
I was hacking Billy's cell.

Which I then used to access
the Coltons' shared cloud drive.

I'm sending all this
to Bozer and Matty now.

Hopefully, this will
help them figure out

why Beck came back to the U.S.,

and where he is now.

JACK:
Okay, we know his name's Beck.

You know him.

Palmer,
we know you know him.

Where is he?

I ain't telling you nothing.

All you got on me is that
I swiped some scripts.

That's a year inside.

Tops.

Bring it on.

Okay, normally, when you rob
a store the way you did, it is,

it's just a slap on the wrist,

but you stole drugs

for a man who's wanted for
treason by the U.S. government.

Know what that makes you?

Hmm?

A traitor.

And-and what's treason
going for, these days?

MacGYVER:
Last I checked,

it was a minimum sentence
of five years in prison,

with a maximum penalty of, um...

JACK:
Hanging

from a rope
till you're dead, right?

No, they don't
do that anymore.

It's lethal injection now.

Oh, yeah. Lethal injection.

How does that sound?

Ringing any bells, pal?

All right.

All right, fine.

But I don't
know much.

RILEY: So how does
Beck contact you?

Dark Web.

Always the Dark Web.

Pay is good, the jobs are easy.

Where did you give Beck
the drugs?

I didn't.

I've never even
seen him in person.

I was supposed to take
the stuff that he wanted,

put it into a
blue gym bag,

and drop the bag at the lost
and found at Village Fitness.

That's two miles away.

Matty's gonna want
to interrogate.

Captain Sticky Fingers here,

about his relationship
with Beck, so...

what's next? We don't have time
to wait around

for a tac team to come grab him.

So we need to put him
on ice, now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
hey, hey, hey! Hey.

Okay, now,
let's be reasonable, okay?

What are you... Wait... hold...

[muffled speaking]

Seriously?

Hey!

[grunts]

Okay.

Mac, Jack and Riley
just turned Beck's cutout

into a solid lead.

Please tell me you know why Beck
was back on American soil.

I can't tell you why yet,

but after combining our
intel with Riley's download

from the Coltons,
I've got a lot more "where."

Here's a timeline
of Beck's activities.

MATTY:
Damn, Coltons.

Color me impressed.

I know, right?

They've got Beck entering
the U.S., using a fake ID

on a flight into Houston.

He then rented a car
using the same

bogus name and drove east.

MATTY:
Pulled over 13 hours later,

just outside
of Little Rock, Arkansas,

where the shoot-out happened.

Yeah. Question is,

why did it take Beck 13
hours to get to Little Rock?

Drive time from Houston
is only seven hours.

Hmm. So we just discovered

a six-hour hole
in Beck's timeline.

BOZER:
Yeah. So either Beck took

an epic pit stop
at some Waffle House,

or his reason for
coming back to America

is somewhere inside this circle.

MATTY: With all the
people looking for Beck,

there's no way
that he would risk this trip

unless there was
a very good reason.

Yeah. I've been making a list
of everything in this circle,

but honestly, it's
feeling like a dead end.

I've got a brewery,
a dozen farms,

three different Denny's,
a couple gas stations.

Wait a second.

There's something inside
that area that's not on any map.

I got to make a phone call.

♪ Get up, get up, get-get up

♪ Pump-pump the volume,
fe-feel the bass ♪

♪ Get up, get up,
get-get up... ♪

Goodness gracious.

RILEY: Aw, you
could do that, Jack.

JACK: Yeah, that's a lot
of weight right there, Ri.

You should go try it.
Okay.

No.
DARRYL:
Welcome to Village Fitness.

How can we help
you folks achieve

your health
and fitness goals today?

[chuckles]

We only have one goal today,

and that is finding
this gentleman.

He may have come here,
looking for a blue bag?

You cops?

Serving a subpoena.

All three of you?

That's right, Beef Swellington,
all three of us.

MacGYVER:
They're shadowing me,

because they're new
to the firm, obviously.

[sighs]I'm sorry.

If I'd have seen that guy,
I would've signed him up

immediately for CrossFit.

Perfect for the aspiring athlete
with more of a lanky build.

Would do wonders
for you, my man.

Yeah, yeah,
I-I agree with that, too.

Are you sure you
haven't seen this guy?

Maybe he walked in
with a hat

or glasses? Pretty sure.

But I just started my shift.

Hey, Cindy? Yeah?

Did you open today? CINDY:
Sure did.

[mouthing]DARRYL:
Come on over here.

Hi.

Welcome
to Village Fitness.

How can I help you achieve
your health

and fitness goals? JACK: Oh, my gosh.

Give me this. Sweetie,

have you seen this guy?

That guy?
Yeah.

Yeah. He forgot his bag,

but we had it
in the lost and found.

Uh-huh. Okay.

A-And do you know
where he went after

he found his bag?

I sure do.

Where?

He walked outside.

Great. Wow.

Have a great day. Thanks.

CINDY:
You know, if you hurry,

you might be able
to catch his girlfriend.

His girlfriend? Yeah. His girlfriend
and her mom

stopped by to pick up
the bag earlier,

but I told them
he already got it.

They were here, like,
two minutes ago.

They just left. Son of a bitch.

There. That's their truck.

MacGYVER: If they're going
into that building,

it's got to be
where Beck is hiding.

Damn it. They're gonna
get to him before we do.

Yeah, and if they do,
they're not just gonna hand over

their winning lottery ticket. JACK: Hell no.

That's why we're gonna
make Beck come to us.

♪

[siren wailing]

[grunting]

Ha, well, you must be Emil.

Nice to finally make your...

[stun gun zaps]

Forgot to call dibs.

Jack!

[shouts]

[engine starts, revs]

Mama's gonna be... MAMA: Pissed.

You got that right.

Now, I expect this kind of

unprofessional nonsense
from government agents,

but from my own
flesh and blood?

No, no, we told y'all
to stand clear.

We told you
we'd handle it.

Now because of y'all,
Beck's gone, and I got tased.

That hurt, girl.

Aw, baby got tased?

Please.

Only reason that man ran

was because of you
and your corny siren trick.

If it hadn't been
for y'all,

he'd have been cuffed in the
back of my truck by now,

instead of
behind the wheel,

running away.

All due respect, Mama, this
isn't your average skiptrace.

Organizations with
a lot more resources

than the Colton Bail Bonds
have had a hard time catching
him, is all I'm saying.

RILEY:
Which is exactly why

you guys have to back off

and let us handle this.

Please.

I don't care if he is average,
extraordinary

or the Devil himself.

Beck is our bounty.

That's Colton bounty.

Which is why
we're not going nowhere.

Exactly.

So, we can either keep
tripping over each other,

or we can work together.

What you say?

You're a smart man.
Do the smart thing.

Deal.
Mm.

Okay, but we're still in charge.

Right?

MacGYVER: Which is why,
strategically speaking,

it makes sense for us to... Seriously, Mac?

I don't care if you're working
with the Coltons

or the Kardashians.

All I care about
is catching Beck.

And all I care about is the
reward money Beck will bring in

once he's collared.

Okay, and as long
as you help us get him,

I'll make sure you get
your payday.

Even if it has to come out
of my own pocket.

Oh, now that's
my kind of contract.

I like her.

MATTY:
So deliver the goods.

Now, do we know where Beck is? Uh, not yet, but we're about to.

The Coltons' truck was outfitted
with a LoJack, which Riley

and Frank are tracking now. Well, track faster.

Beck isn't the type to stick
around when he feels the heat.

And if he manages to flee
the country this time,

well, we might
never see him again.

Palmer was Beck's
last known contact.

He might have some information
that can help us.

Put him on a plane
to Phoenix. Riley,

you can escort him. MAMA: Hold up,
wait a minute.

Palmer has an outstanding
warrant in Nevada.

He's worth a whole
lot of money, honey.

And I'd feel
much more comfortable

if my Billy were to transport
him to you for questioning,

then, take him on down to Nevada
for processing and payment.

Okay. Riley and Billy can
transport Palmer together.

Final offer.

MAMA:
All right, then.

Well, do we know
where Palmer is?

Uh, yeah, he's rolled up
in a carpet

in his closet
at his house.

Seriously?

You wanted us
to just let him go?

FRANK:
Gotcha.

Guys, I found our truck.

Beck's heading west
on Highway 20.

Okay, well,
that's where we need to be.

Riley and Billy,
grab Palmer and hop

the first flight to I.A.
The rest of you,

go get me Beck.

Come on, y'all.

[phone ringing]

Deputy Director Rowell.

I appreciate the return call.

Always happy to hear from you,
Director Webber.

Good. Then,
I'll get right to it:

does the DoD still operate
an off-the-books intel facility

just south
of Little Rock, Arkansas?

I can neither
confirm nor deny...

Oh, cut the crap.

I think you still
have that facility.

And I think that facility
was broken into

in the last 48 hours.

And I think that Emil Beck
stole something big.

Now, I would like
to know what that was.

[tires screeching]

MAMA:
There's our truck.

Wait. Guys...

Oh, Billy's not
gonna like this.

JACK:
Whoo, that's got to be Beck.

Rigging it to explode,
then running off.

He didn't run off.

He stole whatever
was parked over there.

The truck's dashcam probably got
a good view of Beck's new ride.

The SD card for the dashcam? Glove compartment.

JACK: And the glove
compartment's en fuego.

Hey, Jack, pop the hood,
put it in neutral and floor it.

I'll be back. JACK: Okay.
Damn.

MacGYVER:
Gun it, Jack.

[engine revs]

You are a very strange
young man, MacGyver.

Some people have
mentioned it before.

Hey, you got an opening.

Oh...

Okay, downloading
the footage now.

Why is he wearing a tux?

Screengrab that plate, Frank.[tires screech on video]

All right, let's figure out
where he's going.

Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

Ow.

[phone chimes]

Your phone's been blowing up
since we got through security.

What's his name?

Come on, let me guess...
Chip.

No, no, Chuck.

So, how you
and Chuck meet?

You been dating him long?

His name's not Chuck, okay?

And why do you care?

Just making conversation.

It's a long flight.
Oh.

Well, on long flights,
I like to watch movies.

You know, quietly.

Without any talking.

Is he tall?

You two want to sit
next to each other, or...?

No.
No.

His name's Ryan.
All right?

We met online, we've been
dating a few months.

You happy now?

Oh, you know,
there's still time

to make a quick call
before the plane takes off.

Thanks, but we usually
just text.
Seriously?

But you have met
in person, right?

If I'm being honest,
we haven't really

seen each other
that much.

I travel a lot
for work.

Pretty busy, so...

Mm.
What?

[laughs]:
Sorry...

but you know you're not actually
dating this guy, right?

Excuse me?
Mostly text?

Only hung out a few times,
and I'm guessing these

"hang outs"
are late at night?

And it usually starts
by putting on a movie?

Has he at least
given you flowers?

The idea of a man

bringing a woman
flowers is outdated.

Flowers die in a few
days, and then what?

It's just garbage in a vase.Maybe.

But I was raised to show
a woman appreciation

and respect.
One way to do that

is to give her flowers.

Besides,

flowers really brighten up
a room.

Not that it's any
of your damn business...

Either of you... but
I just don't have time

for some super complicated
relationship right now.

I don't buy that. At all.

No, see,
I've met women like you.

Awesome and badass
in every single way except

when it comes
to romance.

You don't go all in because...
And, now, I'm just guessing

here... but the woman
who hacks everyone's secrets

has massive trust issues.

I didn't know they offered
psychotherapy classes

at bounty hunting school.

Look, what you need is a man

that you can count on.
One that always

comes through
and never lets you down.

And let me guess,
you're that kind of man.

Your words, not mine.

All right, I'm gonna need you to
dial it down on the cockiness.

Look, in my line of work,
confidence is key.

Now, the guys that I deal with
every day will chew you up

and spit you out if they smell
one shred of weakness.

You know,

I have been known to... Hey, shut up, little man.

Now, if you want
to know what kind

of guy I am, Ms. Davis,
all you got to do is just...

look through my phone.

Yeah.

I know about that.

JACK: And we're sure
this is where he went?

JESSE:
Well, according to your people,

the car Beck stole is parked
on this property right now.

Any idea who owns this place?

FRANK: Huh.
Looks like it's actually owned

by a shell company.

Which is owned by...

another shell company.

MAMA:
Making this

a very shady charity event.[phone vibrating]

Hey, Matty.

Tell me you've got Beck
in custody.

Almost. We're
working on it.

Well, then work faster.

I just learned what he stole

from the DoD.Oh, that can't be good news.

It's not.

72 hours ago,

the DoD discovered
a security flaw

in the software that regulates

the engines in most planes,

both commercial and military.

That's a heck of a flaw.

Yeah. Well,
they were working on a patch

when Beck breached the facility.

The intel that he stole shows
how one could access

this software remotely
and overheat the engines.

JESSE: That sounds
like a fancy way

of saying Beck stole the ability

to knock a plane out of the sky.

Not aplane.

Any plane at any time.

You guys need to get it back.

Now.

♪

So, how we looking?

Every entrance is guarded.

So much for sneaking
through the back.

JESSE: Well, we've been tracking
their security patterns

on the satellite
your boss lent us.

These guys are good.

Like "can't find a hole"

"in their security" good.

MAMA:
So, Mr. Federal Agent Man,

what's the plan?

JACK: Well,
I figure we climb

one of these big-ass trees.

Mac can make a grappling hook

out of whatever
grappling hook supplies

you can whip up. Don't act
like you can't do it.

Then I'll rodeo-toss said hook

across to the roof
of the other mansion,

and then we'll tightrope

right across. How 'bout we walk in as guests?

Yeah, that sounds good. That part.

You're about a 40 regular, yeah?

[exhales]

Hurry up. Come on. What's wrong?

JACK: I think
we should go

with the "climb a big-ass
tree, grappling hook" plan.

Man, this isn't gonna work.

Oh. Oh, come on.

You look great.

What are you laughing at?

I'm not laughing.

Skinny pants are in right now.
You're actually on trend.

On trend?

They're high-waters.

[chuckles]: Yeah. MATTY: Okay, your infil team

is ready. Oh, and, Mac,

once you've stopped Beck,

I'm gonna need a picture of Jack

in that tux
for his permanent file.

No, there's gonna be no
permanent file photo. Stop it.

Okay, Matty. Send in infil.

Hey, let's
at least trade jackets.

I don't want to look stupid.
[chuckles]

Please tell me this is
where deliveries go.

Because I have got a van full
of buttermilk pie

that needs to be
refrigerated A.S.A.P.

You're at the wrong entrance.
All deliveries

go to the back. Oh, no, no, no.

My delivery instructions
were quite clear.

I was to make
my delivery here

at the front gate.
And, well,

here I am. Ma'am,

we need you to turn
your van around. Now.

Are you trying
to ruin my business?

Is that what this is about? Ma'am, please.

Because I just want you
to understand that I have worked

too long and too hard

to let you destroy... Ma'am, I'm
just... Ma'am.

...what I have built

over my lifetime

with one bad Yelp review. Please, just turn

the van around.

♪

All right, time
to blend in.

Blend in? No, thanks.

Easy for you to say, James Bond.
You blend just fine.

Looks like I've been
in a clearance sale at...

Tuxes for Toddlers.[chuckles]

MacGYVER: Speaking of toddlers,
by the way,

you do know that Riley
isn't one anymore, right?

What's that supposed to mean?

She's not a little girl anymore.No.

Your approval,
it means a lot to her,

and if you keep
withholding it,

she's gonna be forced
to choose between you

and whoever this new guy is.

I'm not... I'm not withholding
my approval, okay?

It's just that I think
Riley's really awesome.

I think
she should have a guy

that's equally as awesome.

So, you know, a match.

Your heart's in the right place,

and if you want her to find that
guy who's equally as awesome,

then you got to let her look.
She's gonna make mistakes,

but... I think
you know better than anyone...

She's got great instincts
and you need to trust her.

Besides, I don't think this new
guy's gonna last very long.

[chuckles]

Hmm?

Billy?

What are you talking about?

Oh, you didn't see the way
he was looking at her, did you?

Uh, no, I did not see
the way he was looking at her.

And if I did see the way
he was looking at her,

I'd break
his eyeballs for him.

He won't look at her that way
no more... I guarantee that.

All right.
Well, be prepared,

'cause she was looking
at him the same way.

Really?

Do you see Beck
in here at all?

Ooh, no. No,
but I do see Gigantor

the staircase guard. I bet you
dollars to donuts our boy's

upstairs somewhere.

Yeah. Probably trying
to sell the glitch

to whoever owns this place.Mm-hmm.

Hey, I might bust
a few stitches

on this kiddie tuxedo,
but I think

I can one-punch
that guard

into a midday nap
for you, if you want.

You're not gonna do that.
'Cause if you do,

all the other guards
are gonna come runnin'.

Oh, come on, man.
I'm all stretched out.

Let me do it.[phone rings]
No.

Hey, Mama Colton,

are you patched
into the security team's

radio system yet?

I need you to move
a guard for me.

Hey, let me do it.No.

Sure thing, Mac.
Where do you want him?

Preferably outside.

I need all security
to the front entrance.

I repeat, all security
to the front entrance now.

MacGYVER:
Um,

he's not leaving.

Now means now, people!

Move.

All right, that did it.
Nice work.

All right, let's make a move.

Yeah, yeah.

♪

Well, that's not
conspicuous at all.

Might as well be a giant
neon sign on the door that says.

"Bad Things Happen in Here."

BECK: This little
guy's gonna be

your new best friend,

giving you control
of any plane, anywhere,

with just the click
of a button.

[Russian accent]:
You'll forgive me

for not just
taking your word for it.

I am sure you don't
mind providing proof.

[chuckles]
A demonstration?

No problem.[typing]

And I know just the plane.

Beck is gonna use the glitch
to take a plane down now.

Really?
Yes.

That's what he thinks.

Step aside, bubba, I'm gonna
freight train this bad boy.

No, no, no, no.

It's reinforced steel
with titanium locks.

All you're gonna do
is hurt yourself

and let them know
we're here.

I don't mind
hurting myself.
No.

Okay, then so
what's the plan?

'Cause I don't
see you being able

to jimmy that door open
with a credit card.

Wait, I might have
a credit card.

Cummerbund, give me
your cummerbund.

It's not like you need it
in that tux anyways.
Okay.

I don't see how
my crumb catcher's

gonna help you
open a steel door.

We're gonna use our head.

Looks like the deal's off.

We're too late
to stop the demo.

He's already uploaded the virus.

You mean he's already put it
on some plane

that's in the air right now?

Yeah.

Not just any plane...

[snoring]

Excuse me.

Are you Riley Davis?

Yes.

There's a call for you.

Thanks.

This is Riley Davis.

[sighs] Riles,
it's Mac.

You have your laptop
in your carry-on, right?

Yeah, why?

Beck just used stolen
intel from the DoD

to sabotage your plane.

Like... like no in-flight
movies or sabotage,

like-like drop out of the sky?

The second one,
in less than five minutes.

He's already uploaded the glitch

and there's nothing we can do
to stop it from the ground,

which means that the only person
that can save the lives

of everyone on board
your plane is you.

Billy, I need your credit card
right now, right now.

Thanks.

So... is there anything
you want to tell me?
Yeah.

I need to get online and hack
into the plane's control system,

[quietly]:
or we're gonna crash.

I'm sorry, what?

Don't panic.

Okay, panicking
doesn't help. Here.

I'm-I'm not panicking,

but I definitely need
to hear what's going on,

and I need to
hear it now.
Okay, okay.

Two second version:
Beck stole some secret.

DoD glitch that allows
him to crash planes.

And I guess he
wants to tie up

loose ends 'cause he
wants to test it on ours.

[seat belt indicator chimes]

Okay.

Okay, Beck's glitch just knocked

the temperature controls
for both engines offline.

I'm assuming that's a bad thing.

Well, yeah, without them,

the-the engines will overheat,

and then seize,
and then...

Yep. Got it.
So how much time do we have?

Four minutes, give or take.

[snores]

Okay, what's the plan?

I don't know, but answering
questions doesn't help.

[typing]

CAPTAIN:
The engines are over-temping.

We've lost hydraulics.
I can't reduce the thrust.

I don't know why.

JACK:
How's she doing, Matty?

Not great. She's got

less than three minutes
before both engines flame out.

Look, that's my child up there.

MacGyver, tell me
you got a plan.

Tell me you can do something.

There's nothing
we can do from down here.

It's all up to Riley now.

[all gasping]

What's-what's
going on?

What? You said you
didn't want distractions.

[Riley chuckles]

What?! What, what, what?

I just lost the
damn connection.

God, I hate airplane Wi-Fi.

That's it.

Looks like you got a plan. Kind of.

It's an insane plan, but insane
plans always work for Mac, so...

You know when
your phone freezes?

And you reboot it
to kick out the bug

or whatever was
causing it to freeze.

And for like a minute,
it's a useless brick,

until you turn it back on and it
works perfectly fine, no bugs.

Yeah.

I'm about to do that
to the plane.

Okay, so how long does it take
a plane to reboot

since we'll be
plummeting till then? Just guessing...

as long as we're
above 20,000 feet,

it should reboot
before we hit the ground.

You might want
to tighten that up.

These next few minutes
are gonna suck.

What the hell
just happened?

[passengers screaming]

Denver Center, this is

November-seven-two-
two-five-four-Romeo.

Transmitting in the blind.

All our engines are down.

We are 100 miles
east of Boulder.

Repeat:
100 miles east of Boulder.

[screaming continues]

Brace.

Brace. Brace. Heads down.

Stay down.

Brace. Brace.

Brace. Heads down.

Three minutes is up.

Matty, we could use
an update down here.

There's a few people
getting worried.

The plane's gone off radar.

She did that on purpose.

Right? Riley's-Riley's got this.

Doesn't she? I don't know, Jack.

Riley.

The engines aren't...

I know.

We're back online.

Pull up now, now, now, now.

[all gasping]

Pull up.

Pull up.

CAPTAIN:
Denver Center, this is

November-seven-two-
two-five-four-Romeo.

My engines
are no longer over-temping.

We are in the green
and running fine.[sighs]

We'd like to cancel
the emergency.

She did it.

[exhales]

Yes.

[laughs]

Riley had this
from the jump.

There was no need to be worried.
I wasn't worried.

I can't believe
you guys got...

worried.

Come here, tough guy.

I won't tell anybody
you were scared.

Folks,
this is your pilot speaking.

I want to apologize
for the scare.

We should have you on the ground
safe and sound

as soon as possible.

[passengers murmuring]

Hey.

Hey.

Everybody on this plane
owes you their life,

including me.

What can I do to thank you?

[snoring]

[chuckles softly]

Find a way to shut him up
and we're good.

[both laugh]

[sighs]

MAMA:
Well, it seems every time

we work with y'all,

things just get
completely out of hand.

But Mama keeps making bank.

JACK:
Yeah, about that.

Mama, we can't allow you
to take them in

and collect the bounty.

I-I'm sorry. Why not?

It's a national security thing.Yeah.

But rest assured,

the Coltons will get paid.

You helped our boss find someone
who's eluded her for years.

MAMA:
You damn right.

And we will be collecting
all bounties

and rewards,

plus incidentals,

and a small finder's fee on top.

Mm-hmm. Always a "plus" with you,
right, Mama?

That's right.

Got a little damaged
in transit,

but he should be all right. MAN: Let's go.

[exhales]

♪

So, the flight attendants

left this for us.

Their way of saying thanks

for averting a massive disaster.[chuckles]

[sighs]

Where did you find that?

I'm a bounty hunter.

I find things.

So, here's to still being alive.

Here's to something unexpected.