All language subtitles for MacGyver.2016.S01E02.1080p.WEBRip.x265-HiQVE_track3_[eng]

("Takin' Care of Business" by
Bachmann

Any chance you
could smooth out that ride?

I'm trying.

*

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Take it easy, take it easy.

We still need some of that
go-go juice, brother.

Hey, guys, heads up.

: Your tail
invited guests to the party.

JACK:
I take it a drone strike
is out of the question.

*

THORNTON: Not unless you want
to start World War III.

JACK: Never mind.
Gentlemen,

remember,
we need the asset alive.

You mean the asset
and us, right?

Mm. Don't get insecure
on me now, Jack.

*

*

JACK :
What happened?

MacGYVER: I think
I just made them angrier.

*

JACK: You missed!
You want to trade places?

JACK:
Absolutely not.

Guys, DMZ is just
around that corner.

It looks like
the border guards

know you're coming in hot.

*

Can you take out
the barricade?

With what?
You only brought one
bag of fertilizer?

That was all they had.
Oh, come on! You got to get
your A-game on, brother.

What is that
supposed to mean?

You...

We lost radio contact.

Get them back online.

You know exactly what it means.

I'm not thinking about her.

Ah, no, I beg to
differ, my man.

For the last two weeks,
Nikki's been in your head.

Ever since she
escaped FBI custody,

you've been off.

And I got to be
honest with you,

if I'm gonna do my job,
I need my partner back.

I'm here. You just worry
about your driving.

We got 'em back.

Guys...

is everything all right?

Not really.

JACK: We're not gonna make it
through those barricades.

*

What are you doing?

Improvising.

*

Hold on,
this is gonna suck!

It already sucks!

My name's Angus MacGyver.
I work with the U.S. government.

You can call my embassy
to verify my identification.

Hi. I'm Jack.

(loud banging,
muffled shouting in Korean)

JACK:
Uh...

that there is Python.

I-I'm sure
he has a real name,

but I honestly can't remember it
under the circumstances.

He's a cyber terrorist.
One of Interpol's most wanted.

He tried to melt down
your nuclear reactors

a couple of months ago.

A-Among other...

pretty fun things.

*

: No, no, no, no!
Don't hit me! Hey! Don't...

Dude! Are you crazy?!
Bozer,

what are you doing?
What are you doing?

You said you'd play the general
in my movie!

I thought I'd show you
the prosthetic I made.

Your movie.
Uh-huh.

Yeah, I, uh...

was having a bad dream.

A dream where you
almost kill your roommate?

Yeah, well,
I-I got in late last night.

This is really good.
Thanks, man.

I used my buddy Chu
to make a gypsum mold,

then added a little slush latex,
which settled

into vulcanized rubber.

Way above your
pay grade, bro.
Definitely.

So, how was your
energy conference in Cleveland?

You run into LeBron?

You tell him about the
cameo I wrote for him?

Uneventful.
And, uh, no. Sorry.

Oh, Riley.

You said it was okay
not to knock.

Should I come back
later?
Uh...

No, it's cool. I was
just showing my boy

a few jiu-jitsu moves.

He was on top.

We were taking turns
throwing down.

Hmm. Right.

Okay, well, I need to get out
of this costume-- 100% wool,

100% not breathable.

I'll be in my plush
master suite

if anyone needs me.

Actually...
I do need you.

MAN:
Miss Davis.

My name is Mr. Green.
I will be

your parole officer
until the court deems

you are no longer
in need of my services.

Now, yours is

a very unique situation,
Miss Davis.

According to a federal ruling,

you will be
on conditional release,

working off the remainder
of your sentence

under the employ
of the Phoenix Foundation.

A think tank.

Now... how does
a hacker like you

get a deal like that?

Personally,
I'd like to believe

good things happen
to good people.

Well, I have a few questions.

Please answer truthfully,
all right?

Now, since your release,
have you traveled

outside the Los Angeles
city limits?

No, sir.

Can I assume that
since your arrest,

you haven't even thought
about touching a computer?

Absolutely not.

What about alcohol?

Not a drop.

You know,
I just finished interviewing

your boyfriend, Mr. Bozer.

Charming young man.

He certainly is that.

Enjoy your time together--
ex-cons have a much lower rate

of reoffending when they're
in healthy relationships with...

stable people.

Come on.

Seriously?

Uh...

It's cool. It's cool.
I paid for it.

The only thief here
is the vending machine.

Ate my last dollar,
then mocked me by dangling

that sweet, sweet chocolate
in my face.

Dang...

That was awesome.

Thanks.

I should be
thanking you.

Convincing my P.O. we're dating
gets him off my back.

Aw, no prob. Happy to do it.

I figure helping you
is like helping Mac,

since his boss pulled you out of
prison to fight cyber terrorism.

Besides,

bad girls are my kryptonite.

:
I'm not bad.

I just made a mistake.

Yeah, you know
what they say--

your best teacher
was your last mistake.

My mom used to say that
when I got in trouble.

Which was all the time.
: Mine, too.

I appreciate you
understanding.

Of course I understand.
I get you, Riley.

It's why all of this
feels so natural.

It's like it's
not even acting.

I think the universe
is telling us something.

I think we're supposed
to lean into this.

So... how about you
slide me your digits?

Uh...

See, I was thinking
"digits." Plural.

You-you just gave me one.

That's right.

And every week you
successfully pretend

to be my boyfriend,

you'll get another.

So only six more weeks

till I can showcase
my dope texting skills.

You mean nine more.

Area code.

Six, nine, it don't matter.

Soon I'm gonna woo you the same
way Romeo would've wooed Juliet

if they had Snapchat
back in the Renaissance.

THORNTON:
How's Mac doing?

He's good.

Are you sure about that?

Look...

Mac compartmentalizes
his feelings

better than anyone I know,

but he is operationally sound,
I can promise you that.

I'd understand
if he wasn't.

Nikki's betrayal
would have crushed most people.
Well, MacGyver

isn't most people.

And Nikki wasn't just a coworker
who went rogue...
His mom died

when he was five, his
dad left when he was

12...
12. I'm familiar
with his history, Jack.

Point is,

adapting isn't
just some cool trick he does.

It's his survival mechanism.

Hey.

Is he brokenhearted?

Sure. But should he be
pulled from the field?

Hell, no.

He just needs some time.

He's not gonna go off the
rails looking for Nikki.

He knows we have
assets out there

searching for
her right now.

He's gonna be fine.

MacGYVER:
Okay, I will admit

breaking into your ex's
apartment is never a good look.

And lying to your best friend
about being on your A-game

when you're clearly distracted

by your former
girlfriend's betrayal

and consumed by a desire to
hunt her down: also not great.

I've just been having a hard
time processing what happened.

We've talked about how
unhealthy this is, right?

You do know this place
has been searched by
everybody and their dog?

Yeah. I just can't...

Stop coming back. I know.

I've only been here a few times.
A few times?

If by "a few times,"
you mean every day

since Nikki escaped custody,
then... yeah, it's a few times.

How...

before you get upset
with me, listen,

I know how you get
when something is-is stuck

in that ginormous brain
of yours.

But... Stop touching that.

Look at me.
Listen,

I'm sorry for what I said
to you in North Korea.

The whole A-game thing.

I was out of line. I apologize,

okay?

But I'm genuinely concerned.

And, clearly,
I have good reason to be.

I know we missed something.
Okay.

Something that's gonna help us
find Nikki.
All right.

Finding Nikki's not our job.

Every agency in the world's
out there looking for her.

Let them find her.

Which is good,

because, as of right now,
I think we just got busy.

RILEY:
I just saw this on the Internet.

Venezuelan secret police
grabbed a reporter,

dumped her in some
prison, claiming

she's
an American spy.

Story's gone viral.

#HurryHomeHannah
is trending.

Come on, now.

This is just another example of
a corrupt government making up

excuses to justify illegally
holding a U.S. citizen.

THORNTON:
Not just a citizen.

She's a spy.

Her real
name is...

...Sarah Adler.

I'm sorry, Jack.

How do you know her?

Uh, we-we went
through the Farm together.

Wait, this is Sarah?

Like Sarah

What was she doing in Venezuela?

Agent Adler was sent
in to confirm rumors

that international
arms dealer,

Alfredo Barrios, was now running

his operation from Caracas.

Two days ago, we
got word from her.

Barrios was there.

So what happened?
She make a move on him

and something go wrong or what?

Sarah was tasked with
intel gathering only.

The CIA wants
enough information

to destroy the entire
Barrios network.

And Sarah
got it.

Her last message mentioned
a ledger she had stolen

detailing every Barrios buyer
and supplier,

including
terrorist sleeper cells.
That should be

all the CIA needs to arrest
Barrios and destroy his network.

It would be.

But Sarah was taken before
she could hit her exfil.

Where are they keeping her now?
We don't know.

Venezuela's not exactly
a friendly place

for Americans these days.

Especially those accused
of being a U.S. spy.

Which is why the CIA was
forced to disavow her.

The U.S. government can't
go anywhere near this

or they risk
blowing her cover.

It's why they asked the Phoenix
Foundation to come in.

We are Sarah's agency
of last resort.

If we don't
find her...

...she's dead.

That's not gonna happen.

You sure you want to do this?!

You having second thoughts,
cowboy?

You know, if you didn't have
a boyfriend, I'd marry you.

Hold on. Is this a confession?

'Cause we're getting out
of here alive, so...

don't say anything
you might regret.

One,

two...

...three?

Jack.

Are you okay?

I was thinking about Belarus.

When those mercs had you
and Sarah pinned down?

Closest I ever came
to coming home in a box.

That woman is the only reason

I made it home in time
to say good-bye to my dad...

before he passed.

Hey.

I told you.

We'll find her.

Pilot says we're 30 minutes
from wheels down.

Good.
You sure your contact

knows where to find Sarah?

Hey, since you're new,
I'll let your lack of faith

slide this time, all right?

Jack used to work South America
back in the day.
Oh.

Like when they invented fire.

A couple years after that.
Okay,

when you're both done
reminding me

that I'm the only one here
with wisdom,

I'll tell you
about my contact.

Nothing happens in Caracas
without him knowing about it.

Nothing.

And luckily
for you two,

me and him are BFFs.

Jack Dalton.

I thought I told you
to stay out of my bar.

:
Marco?

I thought you were dead.

You survived all
four bullets, huh?

You shot me five times, Jack.

Can't even tell.
You look fantastic.

I suggest
the two of you go.

Now.

We don't serve your kind here.

Well, it's good to see
you still keep honest riffraff

like us out

of this cesspool
of a bar of yours.

I'm not gonna ask you again.

All I want to do is

talk to my
good pal Julio

over there.
Julio?

Julio, ¿qué te parece?

You want to speak to Jack
and his friend?

No.

You heard the man.

Now leave!

Show him out, boys,

and make sure
he bleeds.

MacGYVER:
Yeah, not the best idea.

But right now,
we need a distraction.

No one, I mean no one, likes
a bar fight better than me,

but you just blew up half
the bar with us in it.

I had no choice.

You're gonna kill us
before Marco does.
That's a brilliant plan.

*

JACK:
Come on! Make this easy!

What?

You told me to wait
in the car. Technically, I did.

Your boy Julio
was right.

There's something
going on in that dump.

I got live cameras,

motion detectors,
laser sensors.

Definitely a black site.
If that means

scary dudes doing scary things
in a scary building then, yeah,

black site.

How did you do that?

I used signal strength
to determine

which Wi-Fi network was theirs,

then used a rainbow table
to reset the password

and gave myself
complete access.

MacGYVER:
Jack, I got her. There's Sarah.

RILEY:
The good news is we found her.
Bad news is

there's no obvious way in.

Can you pull up an
overhead sat image?

Yeah, give me a sec.

What are you thinking, Mac?

Yeah, that. You see that?

It's an elevator.

Most hospitals have one straight
from the alley to the morgue

so the patients
don't have to see dead bodies.

It's our way in.

Only one problem with your
plan-- street-level access

to that elevator is sealed
by what can best be described

as a giant metal plate
bolted directly into the brick.

This is
all we need

to get through three inches
of steel?

Of course not. How much
change you got in your pocket?

MacGYVER:
Even the mightiest of obstacles
has a weakness.

It just may not be easy
to identify at first glance.

Or second. Or third.

The trick in this line of work
is to get good

at spotting this weakness
quickly.

Then all that's left
is finding--

or more often building--
the right tool to exploit it.

MacGYVER:
You watch the perimeter.

I'll radio
as soon as I find her.

All right.

Okay. Riley, you're my eyes.

I got a direct route from you
to Sarah,

but there are two problems.

The surveillance cameras
I told you about?

They're everywhere.

What's the second?
Guards,

comma, lots.
I count at least a dozen.

I can disable
any camera you want,

but there's nothing
I can do about the guards.

Riley, can you cut the power
to the building?

Shouldn't be a problem.
Hey, not to poke holes

in your plan there, Mac,
but if Riley blinds the guards,

she blinds you,
too, remember?

Maybe not.

MacGYVER:
If I'm being totally honest,

I've never been a huge fan
of the dark.

An overactive imagination
like mine turned

my childhood bedroom into
a breeding ground for monsters

and unspeakable horrors the
moment the lights snapped off.

As an adult,

I made my peace
with the darkness,

because it can be an extremely
effective ally in the field.

So, as long as you have
a way to see

while everyone else
is in the dark--

two night vision cameras,

a little imagination,
and voilà--

you can have your very own pair
of ugly ass glasses

that boost ambient light

and let you see in the dark.

Okay. Riley, cut the power.

Got it. Ten, nine...

Ho You start
your countdowns from ten?

Hey, some of us haven't
done this before, okay?
I mean, come on,

go.
Riley.

(men shouting in Spanish
in distance)

RILEY:
At the end of that corridor,

Sarah's cell should be
on your left.

(men continue shouting
in Spanish)

Sarah?

You're not a guard.

Who are you
and how do you know my name?

I'm Angus MacGyver.

I'm with the Phoenix Foundation.

What's that?

Uh, U.S. covert ops.

I'm actually here
to rescue you.

If you're with the government,
then why are you here alone?

I'm not, I'm...

I'm with... I'm with Jack.

Dalton?

Jack Dalton came for me?

Yes. And if you
want to see him again,

I need you to come with me.

Right now.

Drop the flashlight, hold on.

RILEY:
They have a generator.

JACK:
That's not good.

Mac, we got a new problem.

Lights are about to come on.

Get out of there now.

*

We need another exit.

Anyone call for an Uber?

Nice to see you, Jack.

Thought you got out
of the business.

He wanted kids.
I wasn't ready.

I agree. This woman
should not have kids.

Jack, you didn't
owe me anything.

But thank you.

You look good.

I mean, you look good.

I bet you say that
to all the rescued hostages.

Oh, no.

Just you.

Yeah?

Just you.

Jack, I, um...

Yeah?

Whoop.

My bad, my bad.
Sorry.

We here?

I... Almost.

Just, uh, take that next right.

Yeah, yeah.

That's me.
Second floor.

Been renting a room
from a local.

Can you trust him?

With my life.

What's that look for?

You're not over her, are you?

Me?
Yeah, who else would it be?

I'm not the one who
stares at her every time

she looks away.
I don't stare.

Oh... you stare.
Yeah?

Like a pro.

But it is a little more
charming than creepy.

So it's all good.

Oh...
Yeah.

And I see why
you fell for her.

She's a female
version of you.

Yeah, and what's that
supposed to be,

a hit on my ego
or something?

No, I'm just saying,

I don't understand
how you let that get away.

I don't know.
I-I don't know,

man. I was young, I was dumb,

I had no idea...

I was in love.

I always thought

she would be there,

no matter how long
the assignment.

But hey--

maybe just by us being here

is the big man's way of giving
me a second chance with her.

Despite you trying to
kill me every two seconds.

Just gonna have to let that go.

Stay back, Riley,
stay back, stay back.

SARAH:
Somebody's been here.

Luis?!

Don't go... Sarah!

No.

No, no...

He wasn't a part of this.

He didn't know anything.

Wounds are still fresh.

Someone tortured him to death
within the last 24 hours.

It was Barrios.

I'm so sorry.

Anyone else worried about those?

I mean, they're for us, right?

There.

That's everything
on the ledger.

Go.

You got what you came for.

We came for the ledger and you.

I'm not leaving.

Forget Barrios.
This is enough to take him down.

Sarah, Sarah, Sarah,
listen, listen.

There is nothing
you can do right now

to bring your friend back.
Do you understand me?

This isn't about
revenge, Jack.

The only reason
Barrios is still in town

is because he's
looking for that ledger.

As soon as he finds out
I escaped, he'll ghost.

Disappear. And he'll
do all of this somewhere else.

Yeah, but listen,

we got to go through
the proper chan...

There isn't always time
to beg some suit back home

for permission
to do what's right.

You taught me that.

I'm going with her.

You go, I go.

All right.

Um, wasn't our mission
Sarah and the ledger?

Not anymore.
Isn't Thornton gonna be pissed?

Only if we live.

So we're not gonna tell her?

If we tell her,
Thornton will insist on backup

and we do not have time
for that right now.

Are you in?

Hell yeah.

I'm already breaking parole
just by being here.

Let's go.

I want your biggest
bundle of minutes.

Mucho minutos, por favor.

One hour.

300 bolivars.

Give me eight.

You need help
getting online, hermosa?

Uh, I think I'll
be okay. Thanks.

Hola.

Not interested.

MAN:
American?

Dude, your game's good,

but there's already a half-
naked girl on your computer

and I don't want
to make her jealous.

Excuse me, ma'am. We're
receiving an unsecured uplink

from Venezuela
tagged with your name.

That's got to be
Agent Adler's ledger.

Scrub it and send it to me.

That might take a while.

It's coming in over
an old school connection

using a 56K modem.

Why?

I suspect to avoid electronic
eavesdropping.

At the current rate of download,

it'll take just over
eight hours.

Well, Mac will be home by then.

He could bring it to me.

What is it?

I don't think
that's happening, ma'am.

According to ground,

MacGyver and his team
missed their exfil,

and they're not responding
to comms.

MacGYVER:
How did you get past all that?

Barrios is a pig.

He loves huge parties
and beautiful women.

So I slipped into a little
somethin' somethin'

and walked right in.

She cleans up
real nice.

If he gets out
of the country, that's it.

We don't get
another shot at him.

Hey, hey, I like
your spunk, I do,

but we're three people
with two weapons.

I don't think we stand
a chance against that army.

Then we'll have
to bring our own.

MacGYVER:
When I was a kid,
the bully down the street

used to burn ants
using a magnifying glass.

That was never my thing,

but the same principle
applies here.

Mirrors, magnifying glasses,

the power of the sun,

and you got yourself
a directional heat source.

Who is this guy?

One of a kind.

MacGYVER:
Once this heat source starts
cooking those ammo boxes,

they'll think
they're under attack.

Oh, crap.

Get the ledger. Let's go!

I don't know how they found
me! I anonymized myself.

They didn't trace you digitally.
This government has

informants everywhere.
Open the door.

I'm sorry.
You can apologize later.

(explosion,
popping continues)

MacGYVER:
There's Barrios.
He's heading for the garage.

Was that Barrios?

MacGYVER:
We can't let him get away.

There he is!

Go!

Get me as close to him
as you can.

MacGYVER:
Super bikes are fast,
very fast,

but that speed comes
at the expense of stability.

Two tires means
if you take one out,

with say, some netting
weighed down by wrenches,

the murdering drug dealer
you're chasing

will suddenly be flying,
and not riding.

Stop!

Turn over!

Turn over!

Look at me!

Look at me, you son of a bitch!

Sarah.

Stand down, Agent Adler!

Hey, Sarah,
let's take a walk.

Come on.

Come on, let's
take a walk.

Come on, come on.

Give me this.
Give me this.

Relax.

All right.
Come on. Come on.

Just relax.

JACK:
Hey, it's over.

There you go.

There you go.

JACK:
Thanks for the assist,
boss lady.

You do know the mission
was Sarah and the ledger,

not Barrios.

That was my fault, ma'am.
JACK:
No.

No, that was

my idea.

Actually,
it was mine.

MacGYVER:
They're all lying.

I forced them.

Hmm.

But, seriously, how
bad is this gonna be?

On the record,

there will be a debriefing.

Oversight

doesn't like
things unsanctioned.

Off the record...

I would've done the same thing.

Hey.

Oh.

Who is that?

Friend?

With benefits.
SARAH:
Guys,

this is my fiancé,

Jeff.

Fiancé.

Sweet.

Nice to meet
you, Jeff.

I don't know what to say.

Other than
thank you.

I thought I'd lost her.

Yeah. You're
welcome, buddy.

:
I tried to tell you.

:
It's okay.

Uh...

What are you

laughing about?

Oh, it's just realized I have
terrible luck with women, man.

What are you laughing at?
You ain't no better.

Well, at least
we have each other.

Don't look at me.
Oh.

I know how weird
it sounded.
Well...

*

MacGYVER:
Look, I know what
you're thinking--

this guy's back here again?

Just get over it, man;
it's getting pathetic.

But I swear I'm not hanging

onto some romance novel idea
that maybe, just maybe,

I can fix Nikki and things can
go back to the way they were.

No.

That woman belongs in jail.

And I'm not gonna stop looking
for her until she is.

Now, I'm not supposed to show
a civilian this,

but here's how we do it at work.

The secret to the perfect patty,

is the meat mixture.

If you don't get it
exactly right...

burger fail.

Dude, it's just a hamburger.

Don't ever say that,
Caramel Goddess.

When I make it,
it's edible art.

See, I know your game
too well, bro.
Ha.

Seriously,
it's not even any fun.

I anticipate your every move.

If by anticipate, you mean
let me poster-ize you,

then, yeah, sure. 8-8.

(both grunting

:
Ah.

You know, you
got to feel bad

for the defender
getting punked like that.

Yeah, it's easy to score
when you push off like that.

Push off?
Please.
Yeah.

9-8. Game point.

You got anything to say before
I send you to the showers?

Thank you.

For what?

For Caracas.

You, uh, you really brought
your A-game to Caracas.

I appreciate that.

You were right, man.

Nikki got in my head
and I need to let that go.

Well, the good news is,

you don't have to go through
this alone.

You've got me.

Ain't you lucky?

Hey, um, burgers
are on the grill.

Oh, Bozer said to tell you guys,

we're 30 seconds
from a taste explosion.

Yeah, we'll be in soon.

I just gotta put this old man
out of his misery real quick.

Yeah, yeah, okay.
Yeah, tell Bozer

to brand a big ass "L"
on Mac's burger,

'cause I'm gonna take
this little boy to school.

Little boy.

Oh, yeah, old man?
Ow, dude.

RILEY:
Yeah. I'm not
gonna do that.

I'm just gonna get out of here
before I drown in testosterone.

You know,

she is the closest
either of us get

to having a stable
relationship with a woman.

No. That's not even...

That's true,
actually, that's sad.

I'm hungry.

Ready to get smoked again one
more time before we go eat?

MacGYVER:
My grandfather took me
to my first basketball game

when I was seven years old,

but we left before it ended;
that was by design.

Another one of his lessons.

He wanted me to see that it
didn't matter who won or lost.

It was how you played the game.

Only, Grandpa was wrong
about that,

because I don't like to lose.

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