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JACK: It's okay.
Take the field. Let's go, now.

Come on, now. Okay.

* One ball, one strike,
one out, one run *

* Jack, he had the bat
and here's what he done... *

(excited chatter, applause)
JACK: Here we go, Mac.

BOZER:
Okay, okay.

Let's go, Mac.

All on you now, brother.

* It's going, it's going...

Let's go, baby.

BOZER: All right.
Okay, okay, okay!

(cheering)

Run, run, run, run!
Let's go! Take two!

Take two! Take two!

All the way, Riley, all the way!

Get down!
UMPIRE: Out!

Get down! Get down, Riley!

UMPIRE:
You're out!

JACK:
No!

(grunts)

Okay.

That's-that's all right.

Let's go. We're all right.
(clapping)

Hey, all right, come on.
Get in here.

Huddle up for a second now.

Now, listen. Last time we played

the NSA Listening Post
#27 Panthers,

we were pretty pathetic.

MATTY: We're 14
runs behind, Jack.

I think "pathetic"
applies here, too.

Wah-wah.
Nobody likes a Debbie Downer.

Okay? I'll handle this.

What I'm saying is:

we still have a chance
to win here.

MacGYVER: Oh, man,
I don't know.

Look at the score, the inning.

The base-out
situation, I'd say

current win expectancy is...

See there? See there?

Mac's got the right idea.
His expectancy is for us to win.

See that?
You didn't hear
what I said.

Well, we're not gonna do that
if everybody's

out there
playing their own game.

As you know,
softball is a team sport,

obviously.

But if you take
the word "team" apart,

you still have "me."

A-And a "T" and an "A."

Jack, are you trying to say
there's no "I" in "team"?

I don't know.

What I'm trying to say is
that "team" also spells "meat."

As in, dead meat, as in, the...

you know, Panthers
are-are dead meat.

It's-it's a motivational speech.
Help me out here.

This is a terrible
motivational speech.

This is supposed to be
a motivational speech?

UMPIRE:
Take the field!
Come on.

MATTY:
Wrap it up, Lombardi.

Any longer and we forfeit
for delay of game.

Lombardi was a football coach,
thank you very much.

Matty, yes.

"Never give up"
on three.

(phone chimes)
Everybody in here. One...

Everybody in here.
MacGYVER: Come on, guys.

That means you, young lady,
thank you. And...

ALL:
One, two...

We have to forfeit.

No, Matty, come on.
I'm the skipper here.

Okay, well, I'm the skipper
of our other ship,

and something's come up.

Something big.

*

MATTY: Phoenix just
intercepted intel

that a terrorist group
known as "Omnus"

is gearing up
for a major attack.

Omnus? Are
they new?
Very.

They've been on our radar
for about four months,

and they've been
pretty active ever since.

JACK:
Uh, hold on.

Let's go back to
the "major attack" part.

Any chance you can give us
the what, where, when, how?

Well, our best bet
at getting that info

is tracking down the man
that they want killed.

In the same intercept
that alerted us of this attack,

we learned that Omnus
has offered $10 million

for the assassination
of someone

who they code-named
"the Architect."

While the identity
of the Architect

remains a mystery,

the identity of the assassin
hired to kill him is not.

Murdoc.

Of course it's Murdoc.

RILEY: Who smiles
in a mug shot?
BOZER: But why

would someone try to hire Murdoc
when he's behind bars?

'Cause while we may know

Captain Banana Boat's
all locked up,

nobody else does.
As far as the rest

of the criminal underworld
is concerned,

Murdoc's still lurking
from the shadows.

So, if we can I.D.
this Architect

that Murdoc was hired to kill,
maybe we can

use the information to get ahead
of whatever Omnus is planning.

Agreed. But I.D.'ing the
Architect isn't gonna be easy.

Yeah, because the only people
that know who he is are Omnus.

And it's not like
they're willingly

gonna give that information up
to anyone but Murdoc.

Right.

Actually, I...
I think I know

how we're gonna do this.

How?

What's the one thing
everyone knows about Murdoc?

He's not a good-looking guy.

BOZER:
Uh, nothing?

I mean, we're not even sure
if his real name is Murdoc.

(snaps fingers)
Exactly.
He's obsessively secretive.

So, if no one but us
knows that he's captured,

and no one but us
knows what he looks like,

I was thinking: if
they want Murdoc...

...let's give 'em Murdoc.

(door buzzes)

Listen, Highlights,
whatever snarky comment

you're about to make,

I've heard it a
million times before.

And I don't
have time for it now.

I'm Director Webber,
head of the Phoenix Foundation.

Ah, yes.

You're Patricia's replacement.

But just so we're clear,
Director Webber,

I have nothing disparaging
to say to you.

It's quite the contrary.

See, I know what it's like
to be different.

But because
what makes me different

is all up here,

I have learned to hide it
from the world.

Mostly.

You haven't been afforded
that same luxury.

I can't imagine
the strength that takes.

You have my...

admiration.

That's sweet.

I don't believe a word of it.

Flattery, like insults,
will get you nowhere with me.

Ooh, I like her, MacGyver.

I like her a lot.

So, to what do I owe
the pleasure?

I know that
you didn't drag me away

from The Bold and The Beautiful

just to introduce me
to the new boss.

A terrorist organization has
hired you to kill someone.

Ooh.
Phoenix intercepted
the offer.

And we need to capture,
not kill, the intended mark.

So, you're going to...
(chuckles)

...let me out
on a little field trip?

Oh, no, not on your life.

I'm going in your place,

and you are gonna teach me
how to be you.

(chuckles)

(laughing)

You want...

You think that...

(laughing):
Oh, MacGyver.

You are so... delightful.

As hilarious

as that idea is, for me,
that's gonna be a hard pass.

Come on.

Don't you want to see
if I can pull this off?

(groans softly)
Well, I do love

watching a bloody car wreck
as much as the next guy.

Okay, more than the next guy.

But even if

you could pose as me long enough
to convince Omnus to tell you

the secret identity
of the Architect--

such a cute nom de guerre,
by the way--

I have absolutely no reason
to help you.

It's simply a matter of...

...motivation.

I don't have any.

MacGyver, leave the room.

What are you talking about?

It's not a request. Leave now.

I'd like to talk
to him alone.

She told you.

(door buzzes)

So, what's the play here,
boss lady?

You gonna force me
to sit in silence

till I get so bored
that I agree to help you?

No, I was just
making a point.

That you'd get uncomfortable
and talk before I would.

Oh. (laughs)

How very
48 Laws of Power of you.

Just proving that you are more
human than you'd like to admit.

Speaking of proof
that you're a human...

Who might that be?

You know exactly
who that is.

He's your son.

And you think that means
what to me, exactly?

Pay attention, Matilda.

In case
you hadn't noticed,

I am rocking
a rather serious case

of antisocial
personality disorder.

So what makes you think
that I care

whether some child
lives or dies?

(scoffs) You want people to
think you're not human, Murdoc,

but you are.

If you weren't, you wouldn't
have gone to such great lengths

to hide your son
in one of the most expensive

private schools in Switzerland.

You pay for his room,
his board, his education.

(gasps)
He even gets gifts

on Christmas.

Makes sense that
you want to keep

your son safe.

He's an innocent

in a world
of dangerous predators,

who wouldn't think twice
about going after him

if they knew that
he belonged to you.

If they knew
that he existed.

Are you threatening a child?
(bangs on table)

No.

I'm threatening you.

We can't leave the
boy vulnerable.

Phoenix is taking him into
protective custody as we speak.

But what happens
next is up to you.

Help us and little Murdoc Jr.
never has to know

what Daddy really does.

But refuse, and, well,

I think your son
deserves to know the truth,

don't you?

I'll give you 60
seconds to consider.

And then I want a decision.

(door buzzes)

What'd he say?

MURDOC (singsongy):
Oh, MacGyver.

Let's get to work.

(door buzzes)

MURDOC:
So, first things first,

we need to lose
that ridiculous jacket.

First, you're gonna answer
some of my questions.

How do you contact your clients?

Hmm.

How do you accept a job?

Usually by saying yes.

How do you
target a mark?

(imitates gunshot)

See, my methods

are easy to explain.

What's hard is teaching
a Boy Scout like you

how to go convince a client that
you're a cold-blooded killer.

Okay, then.

Tell me how.

Well, I can't tailor the suit
until I see how it fits.

So, we're gonna do

a little trial run first.

Something completely unrelated
to your issues with Omnus.

And seriously...

...lose the ridiculous jacket.

(over earpiece): Now, the people
that you're looking for

should be at a table
near the back.

Try to remember, MacGyver,

you're not here
to get a cat out of a tree,

you're here to get a name
to turn into worm food,

mm-kay?

Those two want to hire
a hit man?

They look so normal.

What should I call you?

I've collected many names,
but I've always

been partial to Murdoc.

MURDOC:
Good boy.

Now get them
to tell you a story.

Why are we here?

Our daughter, Rachel...

was murdered last year.

That's... that's
her and Brett.

Her husband.

We know he did it.

So do the police.

But they couldn't
find the murder weapon

or enough evidence
to charge him.

He beat her.

The detective
that came to the house

cried when he told us.

They wouldn't even
let us see her face.

MURDOC:
Lock up your feelings, MacGyver.

They came for a killer,

not some hero.

I can handle this for you.

We just need to settle
on my fee.

I'm sorry, we're--
I thought you were...

No, there must be
some kind of mistake.

(door buzzes)

You kill people for free?!

Sometimes.

Oh, no.

Poor MacGyver didn't have
all the information?

Get used to it.

You almost never have
all the information, okay?

Clients lie,

jobs go sideways, things change.

You have to improvise.

Come on, isn't that supposed
to be, like, your thing?

Besides, it was
so much fun

watching you figure
it out for yourself.

Teach a man to fish
and all that.

The truth is-- you know this--

you lost that job long before
you asked about a fee.

See, Mr. and Mrs. Morris,
they came in that restaurant

looking for
a dangerous predator.

We all have millions
of years of evolution

telling us how to spot one.

If you don't make something
deep within them crawl

the moment you open your mouth,

they're gonna know
you're not the real deal.

You're not just starring

in some middle school play,
MacGyver.

It's not enough to
pretend to be me,

you have to become me.

Otherwise, Omnus is
gonna sniff you out

for the fake
that you are,

and introduce you
to the afterlife.

That's my job. Remember?

So, sit back

and let me teach you
what you need to know.

First, you have to learn
to become a shadow

in the bright sunlight.

That means you have to
take great pains

not to leave behind
a trail of any kind.

Nothing financial,

biological or digital.

MacGYVER:
I'm a trained operative.

I know how to cover
my tracks.
Sure.

But simply knowing how
to be invisible isn't enough.

If you're gonna walk a mile
in my skin,

you have to believe that
what you're doing isn't just

fun and lucrative,

it's also right.

Murder for hire
as a moral imperative?

I don't buy it.

When I was three,

I ate my first
and last peanut.

Oh, this should be riveting.

Patience.

I was at a baseball game.
My father loved peanuts.

I loved watching him
crack open the shells.

I remember putting it
in my mouth,

the feel of the salt
against my tongue,

the way that it snapped
when I first bit down.

But, see, my parents,
they didn't know

that I was deathly allergic.

The reaction was
almost instantaneous.

And it was violent,
and I nearly died.

(chuckles)
So the first time we met,

I could have stopped you
with a Snickers?

(chuckles):
Perhaps.

Don't miss my
point, Boy Scout.

I didn't die, even
though I should have,

even though I don't have
the enzymes necessary

to break down
the allergens.

Somehow, my immune system
saved my life.

See that's what
we are, MacGyver.

We're... two sides of
the world's immune system.

We target people
that make society sick,

and we stop them.

I stop them by
putting them in a cage.

You stop them by
putting them in the ground.

Whose method's
more efficient?

Sure, you can say
that killing is wrong

and life is precious and
death is this tragedy.

But you feel that way because
you're not looking at it

from the right perspective.

It's a lot to take in, I know,
but believe me, MacGyver,

you and I basically have
the same job.

See, the difference is
that when you cage

one of your cancer cells,
they call you a hero.

When I kill one,
they call me a psychopath.

You are a psychopath.

By your definition, maybe,

but I'm not the one
who threatened a child

to get you to do what I want.

Yeah, that...
Oh, see?

That is a dangerous
two-way street, MacGyver.

See, I know that your
sweet mother has passed,

and you have
my condolences.

But dear old daddy's
still alive and well.

I wonder what he's doing today.

Oh, I think

it's his fishing day.

(choking)
That's my boy.

(straining)

Yes. See, MacGyver?

(panting)

You are a killer,
just like me.

And the sooner you accept
that my way

is the right way--
it is the only way--

the sooner you're
gonna be ready.

(phone chimes)

Message from the boss?

Yeah. (sighs)

Omnus has moved
up the meeting.

Well, fingers crossed

that you've learned enough,
MacGyver, because...

it's showtime.

(tires screeching)

You still got five minutes
to change your mind

about this, Mac; you sure
you want to do this?

The Architect is the key
to stopping Omnus's attack.

The only person he'd give
his real name out to is Murdoc.

We don't even know
who you're meeting.

How can we be sure you're not
walking into another trap?

We can't.

That's why you're gonna be there
with ten Phoenix agents.

Last time I checked,

Phoenix agents ain't given
acting lessons, all right?

They're not gonna be able
to help you pull off

a convincing performance.

You sure you can fool
his contact?

Only one way to find out.

All right.

Well, like you said,

you only have to be this lunatic
for, like, ten minutes.

But after you get

the intel on
the Architect,

we're crashing the
party-- you hear me?

Hey, you hear me?
All of us.

Yeah, I hear you.

JACK (over earpiece):
Team one in position.

Excuse me.

No one's allowed
back here without an I...

MacGYVER:
I'm sorry.

Sounded like you were

about to say "I.D. badge"?

But, you see, I've got one.

Now, you're gonna take a long
walk and forget all about me.

Or does this end
another way?

Good.

(whistling)

JACK: Do you have any idea
how unsettling that is?

Sorry, getting into character.

Well, it sounds to me
like you're already

very much in character.

MacGYVER:
Approaching the elevator.
(elevator bell dings)

Jack, teams two and three
are reporting no movement.

You got anything?

JACK:
Nah. Team one, we got squat.

Which is starting to make
my spidey senses

tingle like crazy.

(elevator bell dings)

Any activity on the 24th floor?

No, nothing.

(elevator chiming)

(phone ringing)

Whose cell phone is that?
JACK: Mine's on silent.

Mac didn't even bring his.

I think it's coming
from the elevator.

(phone continues ringing)

There's a burner
in the elevator.

I thought this was supposed to
be a face-to-face meeting.
Yeah, so did I.

Mac, leave it.
There's no telling

what answering that phone
would trigger.

Don't answer the phone, man.

(phone continues ringing)

Hello.

THE CLIENT (over phone):
Murdoc. It's been a while.

We haven't spoken since
the El Salvador job.

When was Murdoc
last in El Salvador?

Now, why would you want
to play games

before we exchange pleasantries?

There was no El Salvador job.

We've never spoken before.

THE CLIENT: You'll have to
excuse my paranoia.

You can't be too careful.

You'll find only one number
in the contact list

on the phone you're holding.

Use it to send proof of death.

And the target?

The dossier is also
on the phone.

The clock on the contract
is 12 hours.

Payment will be made in full
once we receive...

Proof of death.

You want me to fill out
a W-9, too?

You've picked up a tail.
Who?

Unidentified operators
in your area.

Are you kidding me?

We just got made.

THE CLIENT: This does not
inspire confidence, Murdoc.

We chose you for this job
because discretion

is mission critical.

You chose me
because I'm the best.

I'll lose the tail and contact
you when the job is done.

JACK: How'd they do that,
keyhole satellite?

Who the hell are we
dealing with here, man?

(device beeps)

(elevator bell rings)

(high-pitched electrical whine)
(groans) Mac? Mac?

Excuse me.

(elevator bell dings)

(car alarm chirps)

Mac? Mac!
(engine starts)

(tires screeching)

(parking gate snaps)

(car horns blaring)

Okay. Okay, Matty.

He just ditched his comms
and stole a car.

I think he's trying to sell
the idea he's losing a tail.

We need to get
air assets up right now.

MATTY: Jack, I know you're not
gonna want to hear this,

but we sent MacGyver
in to be Murdoc,

and that's exactly
what he's doing.

So have a little faith
in our boy and come back

to the ranch.

Okay.

I hope you know
what you're doing, pal.

Goodness. Man brutally
murders his wife,

gets away with it,
and now he's out here

golfing with
some other woman.

Couldn't hate this guy more.

He hasn't gotten
away with it yet.

Matty's giving us a chance
to prove he did it.

Hey, what's this?

Something Mac made me.

Boosts Bluetooth signals
over 100 meters,

makes hacking
way easier, so,

we can sit back
while Brett's on his call

and snoop through his phone.

Okay.

I got text messages.

I got e-mails.

I got an affair
with his sidepiece

dating way back
before Rachel was killed.

(computer beeps)

Whoa. Whoa.

I got a whole nother sidepiece
that neither Sidepiece One nor

wife Rachel knew
anything about.

Dude had two mistresses?

Yeah.

Well, what do you know?

I could hate this guy more.

I can't wait
to bust this jackass.

RILEY: Yeah. If these are
the kind of guys

Murdoc kills for free,

I kind of get it.

*

*

(sighs)

(choking)

This is a
constrictor knot.

The more you struggle,
the more you choke.

Now...

if you love your
wife and your kid...

(groans)

MacGYVER:
Shh. You're gonna come with me.

Okay?

(panting)

Very good boy.

Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh-shh-shh.
(grunting)

(tires screech)

(choking)
What Omnus?

I don't even know
what you're talking about.

Joshua, we talked
about this.

I don't like liars.

I'm not lying.

I don't know any Omnus.

They know you, because they've
hired someone to kill you!

You got to
believe me, man.

I don't know anything.

If you don't know them, why do
they call you the Architect?

What?

I have no idea.

I swear.

I work in I.T.,
at a cellular company, okay?

Look, I don't know
anything about

an Omnus or any attack.

(choking)

Please.

My wife and I...

we got
another baby coming.

Got another one coming.

Please!

You got to believe me.

You got to.

I do believe you.

And I'm not gonna hurt you.

(sighs)

But if you really don't know
anything about Omnus,

why are they paying $10 million
to have you killed?

JACK: What do you mean
he doesn't know anything?

He is the Architect, isn't he?
I mean, you didn't grab

the wrong guy, did you?
No. I didn't grab the wrong guy.

Joshua Abdal Khan.
Name, Social, address--

they all match the intel
that they gave me.

This is the guy
that they want dead.

Hey, you, Specs.

I need a full profile
on this guy now.

Uh, doesn't Ms. Davis
normally handle that?

Do you want to find
that profile,

or you want to find a new job?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

MATTY:
Come on, chop, chop.

Time is money.

Okay, born in San Jose.

Degrees from
Stanford and Columbia.

Works in I.T.
at TeleVast Communications.

Yeah, if it's a cover identity,
it's a good one.

Oh, I don't think it's a cover.

I went full Murdoc
on this guy, and...

No, no, you didn't
go full Murdoc.

If you'd have done that,

he'd be laying in a pool
of his own blood right now.

I went as Murdoc
as I'm willing to go.

Okay, Jack? And it was
far enough to scare me

and far enough
to break any civilian, so...

Trust me, I just... he doesn't
know anything about Omnus.

He has no idea
why they call him the Architect.

Then why the hell do
they want him dead?

Well, that's the $10 million
question, now, isn't it?

(phone ringing)

Guys, stay on the line.
I'm getting a call.

THE CLIENT: You tampered
with our phone, Murdoc.

We can't pinpoint your location.

What can I say? I'm a big fan
of the right to privacy.

THE CLIENT:
And I'm a big fan of results.

Why didn't you neutralize
the target at his home?

If you want someone gunned down
in their front yard,

you call the Mafia.

I'm an artist.

THE CLIENT: Then I sincerely
hope you're standing over

a Jackson Pollock of splattered
blood on plastic sheet.

Come on, Mac. Stall.

Oscar time, baby. Let's go.

Actually, I've decided
that the price

of this particular masterpiece
has just gone up.

THE CLIENT:
You're trying to renegotiate?

You made a deal with the devil.

Did you really think
it was gonna be fair?

Thought not.

If you're willing
to pay $10 million,

I'd wager you're willing
to pay more.

Say, 15?

Fine. $15 million.

If the job is completed
in the next 30 minutes.

We'll wire the funds as soon
as you send proof of death.

(phone beeps)
(exhales)

I don't understand.

You said you weren't
gonna kill me,

and then you renegotiated
the price?

MacGYVER:
I'm not gonna kill you.

I was just trying to buy time.

Look, they want proof of death.

Don't worry, I'm gonna fake it,

while you try
and figure out what you did

to piss these
guys off so bad.
I...

What-what do you do
at work, exactly?

Um, for the last four months,
I've been working on a way

to filter static
out of cellular lines.

Yeah, I don't see
the connection.

You're just gonna have to
tell me everything about it.

And when I say "everything,"
I mean everything.

Having two mistresses gives
Brett motive up the wazoo.

But it's not
the hard evidence we need

to tie him to Rachel's murder.

Think she had any idea

who she was
really married to?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

People believe
what they want to believe.

You say that like you
know it from experience.

Not mine. My mom's.

When I was 16,

she dated this guy
for a while...

Uh, just to be clear, this story
isn't about Jack, right?

Because that's gonna make
things real awkward.

No, this was
right after Jack.

She was heartbroken,

and she met this guy

who said all the right things,

but what he did
was the exact opposite.

Guy was a con man.

Scumbag.

Took my mom
for everything she had.

Damn, Riley.

That sucks.

Yeah, no big.

I got the money back.

Oh, snap. So what, you, like,
hacked his bank account?

No, I, uh... I got a biker gang
to have a talk with him.

And when you say
"talk," you mean...

They broke his legs.

So he gave everything back,
and then he ghosted.

And how does a 16-year-old
get a biker gang to...

I may have hacked the LAPD

and made a few dozen
open warrants disappear.

And they hospitalized a guy
as a way to say thanks.

Well, they're a biker gang.

It's not like they're gonna
send a fruit basket.

(computer beeps)

Whoa.

Mistress number two
works at a place

that sells GPS locator tags.

Would be a huge break
if this was the case

of her missing keys.

(computer beeps)

Looks like
she sold some to Brett.

Probably how they met.

And he let
his subscription run out

a month after Rachel's murder.

They make them
for golf clubs.

14 clubs in a set.

How many did Brett buy?

(typing)

Fourteen.

Cause of death was
blunt force trauma.

And police never found
a murder weapon.

I'll see if I can
reactivate his old account.

13 clubs at Brett's house.

And one in the
middle of nowhere.

(dog barking in distance)

BOZER:
Ugh.

Feel like I'm getting tetanus
just breathing in here.

That's not how
tetanus works.

(phone beeping steadily)

No.

(phone beeps)

It's in here.

Does that look like
dried blood to you?

*

All right, Josh,
what were you saying?

Then about four months ago,

we started getting calls
from customers

complaining about static
on the line, a lot of calls.

A-And for months,
I was going nuts

trying to figure out what was
causing the interference.

Wait.

Wait, what is this for?

Oh, have you ever seen
a corpse that wasn't pale?

Me, neither. Keep talking.

Uh, so, anyway,

I finally realized
I couldn't locate the source

of the interference because
it wasn't interference.

It was data.

Some kind of high-frequency tone
buried in the cell traffic.

You guys getting this?

JACK:
Yeah. Yeah, loud and clear, Mac.

But am I the only one
who doesn't get

how bad cell phone service
leads to a death warrant?

No, you know what?

When I say it aloud,
makes perfect sense.

No, it's not just bad
cell service, Jack.

Somebody was hiding messages
in the static.

LIL: Okay, I got us into
Joshua's work files.

What are we looking for?

A file called
"HFstatic.exe,"

a diagnostic program
I wrote two days ago.

I hadn't deployed it
on our whole network yet,

but it should pinpoint
the origin of the signals.

Wait, two days ago?

That's when Omnus put out
the kill order on you.

JACK:
And now we know why.

Josh's program was about
to blow the lid off Omnus

and their secret
communication system.

I'm beginning to think

Omnus isn't as new
as we thought they were.

The yellow dots are
Joshua's hidden signals,

and the red dots

mark the location

of every operative we suspect
is working for The Organization.

MacGYVER:
The Organization?

As in The Organization
that hired Murdoc to kill us

and turned Thornton?
JACK: Now, now, wait a minute.

That-that would
make sense.

Josh did say that
four months ago,

customers started complaining
about static on the line, right?

Right.
We nailed Thornton

four months ago.

That's when The
Organization found out

their communication
system was compromised.

So they came up
with this instead.

MacGYVER:
And it worked.

Until a network systems
architect tried to fix it.

Hence the code name.

So Omnus is
The Organization.

Y-You mean to tell me
my boy's been out there

cosplaying as Murdoc
with The Organization?

Whoa, whoa.
The Organization is back?

Like, The Organization
organization?

And Jack knows
what cosplay is?

Yeah, it looks that way, Boze.

Once I send proof of
Josh's death, he'll be safe,

and we can make a plan
to take The Organization down.

Hey, hold still.

And look dead.

(camera clicks)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mac,
don't send that photo.

(phone chimes)
And if I already did?

Murdoc's scrambler blocks them
from seeing your GPS signal.

But every photo you take
stores your GPS coordinates

as metadata.

You just sent The Organization
your exact location.

Maybe they won't look.
Um, I'm pretty sure they looked.

Mac, I've got 12 signals
converging on your location.

JACK: And something tells me
they know you're not Murdoc.

MacGYVER: That's why they
agreed to my price so fast.

They made me and got me
to tell them where we were.

Yeah, well, now
an Organization kill squad's

coming to clean
your room, homie.

You better get
out of there right away.

JACK:
On my way, pal,

but you're gonna have
to hold them off for a bit.

Can you do that?

I don't have a choice.

See you when you get here.
You better.

So, how many bullets
you got for that thing?

Oh, that? None.
I, uh-- it's just for show.

I'm not a big fan of guns.

But the people coming to kill
us, they have guns, right?

Oh, yeah, tons.
That's why I'm not a big fan.

I've been shot at a lot.
So, what are we gonna do?

MacGYVER: Buy us some time until
Jack and his team get here.

A cleaning cart.
Seriously?

Trust me.

*

(vehicles approaching)

(tires screeching)

They're here. Get inside.

(guns clicking)

You built a fog machine?

That's a hell of a distraction.

Only if we live. Come on.

Move in.
Let's go, go!

THE CLIENT:
They're using the fog as cover.

Go to thermal, go to thermal.

OPERATIVE: Targets acquired.
Behind the umbrella.

(automatic gunfire)
JOSHUA: That didn't
buy us much time.

No, but this will.

MacGYVER: Here, this way!
This way! Go, go, go!

Keep running! Don't stop!

(automatic gunfire)
OPERATIVE: Move in, move in!

This way.
Hurry up! Move in!

OPERATIVE: We got them.
Target acquired.

JOSHUA: Oh, my God,
we're surrounded.

OPERATIVE:
Go!

(gunfire continues)

Hey, man.

Good to see
you're still upright.

Unlike you. Or you.
(gunshots)

Team leader, where are you?

What's your status?
Bleeding.

(groans)

(agents chattering)

(sighs)

Yeah, there he is.

Doing all right, brother?

Yeah.
You sure?

Yeah, not a scratch.

No, no, I mean up here,

in la cabeza.

Murdoc did a real number on
that magic melon of yours,

brought out a side of you
I've never seen before.

Yeah. I was just playing a part.

Seriously. It's as easy
to shed as this jacket.

I don't know, me?
I'm method.

When I go undercover,
I become that person,

whether it's Chad Palomino,

Bryce Villanova or
Hortense Ledbetter.

We've got to work
on your names.

Well, Hortense is a cat person,
likes daytime soap operas.

But Bryce?
(laughs)

Oh, man, Bryce loves
the spotlight, man.

He loves the spotlight.

Well, you're just
missing the point.

You're supposed to
conceal your identity.

Sometimes.

Ed, Cindy.

We're...

Not who we were expecting.

Don't say a word.
We're leaving.

W-Wait, please.

I know you don't know us,
but we're not killers

and we're not the police.

The only person
getting arrested today

is the man who killed
your daughter.

What are you
talking about?

CINDY:
Is, uh...

is this real?

Happening as we speak.

Police finally found
the murder weapon.

How?

How doesn't matter.

All that matters is
justice will finally be served.

(gasping)

Well, the Boy Scout's
still alive.

I can only assume that means
that you've now earned

your contract killer
merit badge.

Actually, I was able
to complete the mission

without any body bags,
which I'm sure disappoints you.

Quite the contrary.

See, I'm for any outcome
that keeps you alive...

long enough for me
to get to kill you.

So, what is today's lesson,
Mr. MacGyver?

You want me to teach you
how to pass yourself off

as, uh, Charlie Manson?

No, I'm here to thank you,
because without your advice,

an innocent man and I
would both be dead.

Yeah.

Nope. I don't care.

I'm still a sociopath and
your thanks mean nothing to me.

Yeah, but just saying it
means something to me.

I guess that's the difference
between you and I.

So you think you know me now?

Better than I'd care to admit.

(quiet crunching)

Mmm.

You know,
being locked up

works up a powerful appetite,

but thankfully, Matilda
gave me a few small perks

in exchange for helping you.

You said you were
deathly allergic to those.

Did I?

Hmm.

You know, MacGyver,

people just believe
what they want to believe.

Like right now,
for instance.

You want to believe
that this is over.

(door buzzes)

Your name is Daniel Horn.

You were born August 5, 1975,
in Chandler, Arizona.

You attended
Torrance Elementary

and then Thomas Edison
Middle School and high school.

You grew up with

a dog named Piper,
a little Pomeranian.

Both your parents passed.

You have a sister
and a brother,

but you haven't seen them
in decades.

You have a B.A. in poli-sci
and then you joined the Army

after graduation.

Rose to cyber command sergeant
before a dishonorable discharge

in 2009 for selling
DARPA computer codes

to North Korea's Bureau
121 hacker unit.

After that,
you fell off the grid,

but we've matched your signature

to a dozen cyber attacks
all around the world;

most recently,

a water treatment plant in Chile
on behalf of The Organization.

You see, I know everything there
is to know about you, Daniel.

Hell, I even know the name
you still murmur in your sleep.

But what you don't know,
Matilda Webber,

is that I wanted to be caught.

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