All language subtitles for MacGyver.2016.S01E14.1080p.WEBRip.x265-HiQVE_track3_[eng]

(heavy breathing)

MacGYVER:
I'll be honest with you, man.

Things don't look
too good for you.

I mean, I'm a nice guy,
but I just got this new boss,

Matilda Webber...

and she's merciless
with terrorists like you.

You're nervous...
and you should be...

because in a few minutes
you're gonna be alone

in a room with her,

and there's nothing
I can do to help.

(shouts)

From where I'm standing,
doesn't look like

I need any help...

(shouting)

Okay.

You were saying?

Uh, I was just, uh...

Maybe you could teach me
this move, too?

You work in the lab, Boze.

I don't think Director Webber's

gonna be too concerned
with your field skills.

Yeah, but you don't not know
that she's not gonna not care.

Was that a quadruple negative?

I don't know.
I lost count.

Look, I just want to be ready
for anything.

Did I at least beat
Riley's time?

It's not a competition.

We're going again.

Bozer.

Going again.
Going again.

*

*

So... are we cool?

We just stared each other down

for three minutes straight,
Jack.

What do you think?

I take it you're not gonna
apologize, then?

Are you going to apologize?

It wasn't my plan.
Oh, you had a plan?

(laughs)
Of course.

Well, I guess there's a first
for everything.

Oh, come on, is this the way
it's gonna be between us?

Just cheap shots
and staring contests?

No, Jack, because as much as
I love a good staring contest,

which I won, by the way...
No.

...we're not nine and I signed
on as director of Phoenix

to get things done.

So, you and I are gonna sit
here like two rational adults

and work this out.

(mumbling):
Being an adult...

Did you just do that

little kid
mumble-under-your-breath thing?

No.

So... Jack's evaluation
seems to be going well.

I can't believe we all
have to do one of those.

Can't she just

fire me based on my résumé?

Relax.

These two have
some sort of...

history.

He claims she's the
reason he left the CIA.

RILEY: Any idea what
happened between them?

No, he won't tell me.

Which means whatever it is...
it's got to be his fault.

MacGYVER: It also means
that unless Matty

was your station chief for
18 months in South America,

these evaluations are
nothing to worry about.

RILEY:
Oh, really?

Is that why yours
keeps getting postponed?

Postponed?

RILEY:
Oh, yeah. Twice.

First, a coffee machine
mysteriously catches fire.

Then, a well-placed
gum wrapper

puts Phoenix's entire
security system on lockdown.

I know, it's weird. I wonder how
that got wedged in there.

BOZER:
So maybe Riley and I

aren't the only ones feeling

a little nervous
about these evaluations.

(phone chimes)
(sighs)
Can't stall forever, Mac.

Just got a text.

(phones chiming)

From Matty Webber.

MacGYVER:
"Get your asses in here."

Everything okay in here?

Yeah, super.
We were just reminiscing

about old times,
weren't we?

Yeah.
Yeah.

Riley, can you tell us
about a program that you coded

called "FR-1507"?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's a new
facial-recognition program

I'm working on.
(clears throat)

Still in beta
testing right now,

but we're comparing random faces
in YouTube videos

to the FBI's Most Wanted list
to train it

to eliminate false positives.

Well, you may have been looking
for false positives,

but you found a real criminal.

Take a look at
what just came in.

JACK: Bummer it had to
interrupt our little chitchat.

Shut up, Jack.

Oh, snap, I saw this already.
It's amazing.

Hey, watch right here
when the bottle breaks

over the dude's head.

And...

bam!

(both laughing)

Wait, this ding dong
stealing Ding Dongs

on the FBI's Most Wanted?

Not him.

Him.
Oh.

This guy is a 17-point match

for a fugitive named
Douglas Bishop,

number six on FBI's Most Wanted.

Bishop was a top lieutenant
in the Philly mob

until Special Agent Eva Santos

was tasked with busting him.

MacGYVER:
According to this,

Bishop gunned her down
and escaped

before he could stand trial.

Yeah, the FBI's gonna
want this collar.

He killed one of their own.

Shouldn't we be sharing
this intel with them?

I'd love to
if we can trust them.

We can't trust the feds?

Not on when it comes to Bishop.

He's been on their
radar for years,

targeted in multiple
investigations,

and then somehow has slipped
through the cracks

every single time.

You think he's got an agent in
his pocket, helping him escape?

I think that there's reason
to suspect it,

and until we know the truth,

we can't trust anyone
at the FBI.

We want Bishop to answer

for killing a federal agent,

we're just gonna have
to catch him ourselves.

Mac, Jack,
you'll find Bishop.

Riley, you'll run
surveillance from Phoenix.

And Bozer... what exactly is it
that you do here again?

I... work in the lab?

I know. I was messing with you.

(both chuckle)
I want you and Riley here

so that we can do
your evaluations.

Okay, people, this is our
first op together as a team.

Time to show me what you've got.

(bell chimes)

Ilene Preskin?

All right, look,

I'll tell you two guys
what I told the other guys.

I am not looking
for representation.

I do not want to do any
television appearances,

and I am not looking
to sell my life rights.

MacGYVER: Ma'am...

who is it you think we are?

Come on, you Hollywood types
been coming here, bugging me

ever since my nephew
posted that damn video.

You think we're, uh...

We are Hollywood types.
You got us pegged.

You got a great eye.
Yeah, especially this guy.

Totally. We are from Hollywood,

and we're here
about your video,

but we're actually
looking for this man.

We think he has
that certain

"it factor" that we need
for our next project.

Do you know him?
Charlie?

Yeah, I know him.
He comes in here all the time.

And does Charlie
have a last name?

A stage name, perhaps?

Well, I don't know,
I never asked,

but it's not like you need an ID
to buy Gooey-Pies.

He comes in here once a day.

He gets a box
of them Gooey-Pies,

and we just...

chat.

Do you know where he lives?

No... but I should for as long
as he's been flirting with me.

I mean, he's never asked me out,
but, I mean, you don't not

like a girl if you've made
that many sketches for her.

Oh. May I?

Knock yourself out...

but I'll tell you what,

you use Charlie's name,

and I will sue you.

Well, thanks, Ilene,

you've been extremely helpful.

She has?

You have.

I think I'm gonna have my people
call your people. Do lunch.

(door opens)
Ciao, mama.

(bell chimes)

Okay, all right, I know
I'm probably missing

something again,
but didn't she just say

she didn't know Douglas'
last name or where he lived?

Yeah, that's right.

Don't tell me you
just turned a photo

of a sketch of a bird
into a fugitive finder?

Okay, I won't tell you, then.

Okay, smarty-pants.

Now you have to tell me,
I insist.

See this sketch?

Yeah.

Well, it's a view
out of a window,

and I'm thinking
it's Bishop's window.

Since we can identify
two large buildings,

we're just a little
trigonometry away

from finding out exactly
where he lives.

Yeah, that's a
little far-fetched.

Hey, I don't really look

like a Hollywood type
to you, do I?

Just from the eyes up, really.

Look at you.
* Look out

* Pop, pop, it's showtime

* Showtime *
* Showtime

* Showtime *
* Guess who's back again

* Oh, they don't know?
* Go on, tell 'em *

* Oh, they don't know?
* Go on,
tell 'em *

* I bet they know
as soon as we walk in *

* Sho' 'nuff... *

Oh!

I didn't know you were...

How long have
you been standing there?

18 and a half minutes.

Okay.

Do you need to change
your undies?

No, I'm good. I think.

I wanted to remind you that
your evaluation is tomorrow.

I didn't forget.

I'm sure you didn't.

Well, thanks for coming by.

It's always good to see you?

Oh, I'm not leaving.
I came to watch you work.

Great.

Yeah, definitely
Bishop's apartment.

Buddy,

you could've at least waited
to block our only exit

until I made sure the guy

who likes to kill federal agents
isn't home?

I'm just glad

we broke into
the right apartment.

Trig's a little rusty.

You're sure this
is this guy's place?

Yeah, kettle's
still warm.

He was just here.

Okay, so... what, did
he hear us coming and take off

or what?

Yeah, or he's coming back.

I say we hole up across
the street and wait for him.

(doorknob rattles)

Maybe he forgot something.

FBI, FBI!
Drop-drop it!

FBI, hands in the air!
You drop it!

Hands in the air!

Hands in the air!

Hands in
the air!

(handcuffs tighten)
One's got a gun, the other

has a Swiss Army knife.

No identification

of any kind.

All right,
fellas,

who are you
and what are youse doing here?

Okay, we are door-to-door
Bible salesmen.

Do yourself a favor
and don't get smart.

Okay, fella?
Okay.

Now tell us your names.

What are we being charged with?

You were caught in the apartment
of a wanted felon.

Right,

but what are we
being charged with?

If we're being formally charged,

we have a right
to know.

Well, uh, what?
All right.
Let's get in the car.

Asked you a question.

Just get in the car.
Okay.

All right, I'm in.

(car door closes)

Well, so much for finding
Bishop before the feds do.

I don't think these guys
had to find him.

Did you hear
their accents?

They're not from around here,
that's a Philly accent.

Yeah. Bishop's
old stomping grounds.

If neither one of these guys
are on Bishop's payroll,

I don't think this trip ends
at the FBI field office.

Nope.
We got to get
out of here.

Think of something.

(sighs)
Oh, I got something.

And even I don't like it.

JACK:
Do it.

(grunts)

(grunts)

(chuckling):
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey,
what are you doing?

(grunts)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey!

Hey, points for originality,

but this only counts
as an escape

if we don't die.

MacGYVER:
Yeah, this is the

"even I don't like it" part.

(lock clicks)

(chuckles)

JACK:
Let's go, man.

Come on, man.

(horn honking)

(tires screeching)

(laughs)

We got ignition.
(engine starts)

(tires screeching)

(grunts)

(groans)

(horns blaring)

(groans)
Yeah!

(whoops)

(laughing):
Yeah! That was awesome!

Now, let's never
do it again.

Just a reminder.

Don't tell the Hun
about our little run-in

with the feds,
all right?

Yep. I was thinking
the same thing.

(laughs)

And you thought you didn't need
to tell me about stealing a car

from two FBI agents because you
were hoping I wouldn't find out?

JACK:
Sorry, Matty,

but I have no idea what
you're talking about

right now.
We're up on all

FBI communications,
Jack.

And I'm looking
at a field report

from two agents
whose sedan was just boosted

by two male suspects
found in Bishop's apartment.

Well, that could be anybody.
Really?

Okay, yes,
we should have told you.

But it's not the headline here.

We were in Bishop's apartment

two minutes
before the feds showed up,

and they were from Philly.

We're already looking at
every fed in the Philly office.

This now moves your new pals,
Brooks and Cho,

to the top
of the suspect list.

But I needed you two

to find Bishop
before the feds.

And from what Riley tells me,
you may have

missed your chance.

The FBI's watching
all mass transit.

They just found a car registered
under Bishop's alias.

Parked in front of
a train station.

Great, now we definitely know
he's not on a train.

And we know that how?

Because Bishop's been on the run
for eight years.

He's too smart to make
a rookie mistake like that.

Okay, baby Einstein.

You know
where he's not.

Got anything to tell us
where he is?

Yeah, actually, I might.

Riley, check all

Atlanta bus schedules.
See if there's a Bus 23.

Parked at 5:00 p.m.

Yep. Bus 23 departs
from Forsyth Station

at 5:00 p.m. today.

How'd you know that?

I read the paper.
Yeah, okay, Matty,

we'd love to stay
and chitchat,

but it looks like we
have a bus to catch.

Bye-bye.

(phone beeps)

Ma'am, you have an incoming call

from Martin Dryer

on the secure line.

Should I know a Martin Dryer?

Regional director of the FBI.

Oh, fancy.

I'll take it in here, thanks.

(intercom chimes)

Director Dryer, Matilda Webber,
what can I do for you?

Ms. Webber, please forgive
the bluntness of my question,

but I am on a clock.

Do you have any agents
in the field in Atlanta?

Well, I'm not sure

what agency you think
I work for, but I'm...

Actually, Ms. Webber,
I have no idea where you landed.

What I do know
is that you transferred

out of a high-level position
with Homeland Security

and you didn't show up
anywhere else.

And since the CIA,
the NSA and the DEA

won't claim the two operatives

that just stole an FBI vehicle
in Atlanta,

I figured maybe
they were working for you.

I can neither
confirm nor deny.

Don't want to share any intel
with me,

that's fine, I get it.

But I'm gonna share some
with you.

Did you get the InterAgency Memo

about one of the FBI's
Ten Most Wanted

showing up in a viral video?

Douglas Bishop?

It might have crossed my desk.

Well, I believe that Bishop
has eluded capture for so long

because he has one of our agents
on his payroll.

Huh. Interesting theory.

I wish it were just a theory.

It's just come to my attention

that two of the agents
from our Philly office

are down in Atlanta
looking for Bishop.

Without authorization,

a thousand miles
outside their jurisdiction.

And you think one
or both of them might be dirty?

I do, but without knowing
all the players in the game,

I can't be completely sure,
so I'm gonna ask you again.

Come on, Martin.

Don't make me do
the "confirm or deny" thing

twice in one phone call.

Okay, look, cards on the table.

I don't know who I can trust
at the Bureau right now,

but I do know your reputation,

so if there's anything
you can do to help...

I would do it in a heartbeat.

And if and when
that opportunity should arise,

you will be the first to know.
In the meantime,

good luck with your missing car.

(call ends)

The moment we have Bishop,
call me.

(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

So how long you think
you can keep not telling me?

Not telling you what?

MacGYVER:
You know what I'm talking about.

What happened between
you and Matty?

I don't know,
how long's forever?

(chuckles)
Come on, man.

You come on, man.
Hey, look, we're
not just partners,

we're family, so any problem
you have is a problem of mine.

Okay.

Besides, if it were me
who had the dark history

between our new boss,
you'd be like,

(imitating Jack): "Hey,
listen, man. You got to..."

Yeah, yeah,
do that Yosemite Sam,

I'm-a punch you
right in the mouth.

Go on.
Look, all I'm saying

is you're gonna
tell me eventually,

you might as well
spill it now.

No.
Is she really
the reason

you left the CIA?

JACK:
Oh.

Right when
I was about to tell you.

There's our boy.

Yeah, but this
isn't over yet.

Hey, stop! Stop!

Hey, move!

Move!

Hey.

(screams)

Move, move, move! Stop!

Move!

Stop!

Stop, man, stop!

(grunts)

Bishop?

Bishop?

Hey, hey, hey! Relax.

No more running.
You understand me?

Huh?

Who are you?

I can tell you

who we're not: we're not
your buddies at the FBI.

No, don't turn me over
to the FBI.

Please.

You can drop the act,
we know you have an FBI agent

on your payroll.

What?

No!

I never had a fed in my pocket.

It was the other way around.

You better explain
that statement.

For years, an FBI agent has been
forcing me to do his dirty work

for him.
If he finds me,

he'll kill me.

So, a dirty FBI agent
is trying to kill you?

Who is it?

Give us a name.

If I knew his name,
you think I'd still be running?

I never met the guy.

For years, it's just been
a voice on the phone,

threatening to kill me
if I didn't do what he said.

Do what he said, huh?

Like what?

BISHOP:
Whatever he told me to do.

Ratting people out,
planting evidence.

Murdering a federal agent?

Eva? I didn't kill her!

I was trying
to confess to her.

I was gonna turn myself in.

I-I couldn't take
working for this guy anymore.

And I needed a fed
who I knew I could trust.

Eva had a spotless record
a-and there's no way

that she could be the guy
on the other end of the phone,

right?

So, I-I told her
that I wanted out,

I wanted to testify,
I-I wanted to help take down

this bastard
been runnin' me.

She offered
protective custody.

But the night we met up
for her to take me in,

someone shot her.

That's not
what the evidence says.

Who's collecting this evidence?

The FBI.

This dirty agent
killed Santos

to cover his tracks.

They tried
to pin it on me.

And if he was willing
to kill her,

I knew I'd be next.
So I ran.

Riley, did you catch all that?

Yep. But, uh, hey,

remember those two feds
you guys ran into?

Brooks and Cho?
How could I forget?

They ever find
their car?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure they did,

because after you all
became besties,

I took the liberty of illegally
tracking their phones.

Looks like they
just pulled up

at the depot.

Oh. I don't know if
I'm ready to believe his story,

but I'm sure as hell not ready
to hand him over to these guys.

Agreed, let's get
anywhere that ain't here,

so we can hole up,
figure this out.

Uh, Director Webber,
I didn't hear you come in.

Because I didn't
want you to.

And please
call me Matty.

Director Webber
was my father.

That was a joke.

So, I shouldn't
call you Matty?

Call me Matty.

My father

sold shoes
for a living.

Which was the joke.

(softly):
Oh.

Never mind.

Have a seat.

It's time for
your evaluation.

Well, MacGyver and Jack
just caught Bishop

and they said that...
He was framed by
a dirty fed for murder.

Yeah.
I'm on comms, too.

Then is now the best time
for an evaluation?

Sit.

So you were in
federal prison,

two years into a
five-year sentence,

and then a traitor
pulls some strings

and you get early release.

Well, actually, it was
Jack's idea to get me out, so...

Is that supposed
to make me feel better?

Um...

yes?

So you hacked the NSA

not once, but twice.

Your latest time while
working here at Phoenix.

What's not in
your file is that

a year before
your first NSA hack,

you hacked the Pentagon.

I don't, I don't know
what you're...
Yes, yes, you do, Riley.

Or should I call you

Artemis37?

You used a different handle

and you went to some extreme
lengths to anonymize yourself.

But I know it was you.

I also know that you
snooped around a little bit

and you didn't
steal any files.

But what I don't know is why.

Look...

I'll admit I've made
some really bad decisions.

But since I joined Phoenix,
for the first time,

I've had the opportunity
to do the right thing,

to be one of the good guys.

This job is
a second chance for me.

Please don't take that away.

A nice speech.

And I believe sincere.

But that still
doesn't answer

my question: why?

May I hazard
a guess, Riley?

I think you
hacked the Pentagon

just to see
if you could.

See, that mind of yours
is like a loaded gun.

And a gun just
wants to fire.

It doesn't particularly care
who or what it shoots at.

Which is where I come in.

You've fallen
into my hands,

and it's on me to aim you
at the right targets.

So I'm keeping you
on the team.

On a provisional basis.

Now, if that sounds
good to you,

how about you help me figure
out if Bishop is lying to us?

(quietly):
Yeah.

*

(electrical zap, fan rattling)

Hey.

Anything from Phoenix?

Not a peep.

They're still combing
through old FBI case files,

trying to make sure
his story checks out.
Yeah, okay, good.

So I parked the rental car
about ten blocks to the south,

searched the perimeter.

The good news is,
our pals Brooks and Cho

have no earthly idea
where we are.

What's the bad news?

Oh, the diner across
the street's closed.

So dinner's coming out of
the hotel vending machine.

There you go, bon appétit.

Where do Gooey-Pies and diet
soda fall on the food pyramid?

Oh, I don't know, I just tried
to represent every food group.

Here you go, America's Most
Wanted, have a Gooey-Pie.

No, thanks.
I hate these things.

MacGYVER: What? Then why'd
you buy them every day?

JACK: 'Cause he didn't go there
for the Gooey-Pies,

he went there for Ilene,
didn't you?

When I first got into town,

I'd been on the run
for about three months.

I happened to walk in
this little convenience store

and there she was.

Ilene.

She smiled at me.

That was it.

First time anyone
showed me any kindness

in I don't know how long.

I just stood there smiling back
at her like a dumbass.

She asked me
what I wanted.

I-I couldn't speak,
I couldn't even think.

And I just pointed
at the Gooey-Pies.

Well, that explains
the first box.

Well, next time I went in,

she smiled at me again
and I pointed at the Gooey-Pies.

Guess I was afraid that
if I explained to her

that I didn't actually like
Gooey-Pies,

I might end up telling her
my whole life story.

Sounds crazy, right?

Being on the run can do
weird things to your mind.

So you guys, uh,
are really not FBI?

Come on, baby,
do we look like FBI?

(soft chuckle)

Just know that
with us you're safe.

So I might actually get
the chance to testify

and go to prison?

You want to go to prison?

I know being locked up
is no picnic,

but what I've been through
the past eight years

is no kind of life.

You can't get
close to anyone.

You can't even trust anyone.
I mean, I...

I met the love of my life six
years ago and I can't even risk

asking her out to dinner.

Believe it or not,
we can relate.

A few minutes with
the right one is better

than a lifetime
with the wrong one.

What's her name?

Mm. Sarah.

(soft chuckle)

Well,

here's to Sarah.

And Ilene.

And to a few minutes with
the right one. There you go.

(phone rings)
All right.

(quietly):
Oh.

Yes, ma'am?
So this is interesting.

We're going through
the FBI's evidence

in the Eva Santos
murder case.

"Interesting" as in he's
been telling the truth

or "interesting" as in he's
been lying through his teeth?

Well, that's the
interesting part.

The FBI's key evidence is a
security video of the murder.

I'm sending it to you now.

(phone chimes)

JACK: Well, this doesn't
look good for Bishop.

RILEY: Well, that's what
we thought, too, at first.

This video was recorded using

a 15-year-old
CCD surveillance camera

onto magnetic tape.

Hence all the static.

RILEY:
Hence almost all the static.

I ran statistical
analysis on the video.

Most of the static
is just random noise,

actual degradation.

But the burst that happens
when Santos was shot

contains repeating pattern.

Meaning it was
computer-generated?

MATTY:
Meaning that this video

has been tampered with.

Someone added
the static in

the moment
Santos was shot.

So, if Bishop was
telling the truth,

the person who tampered with
the video and the person who

shot her are the same.
Our dirty fed?

JACK: We-We need to see
what really happened.

Riley, can you twist
the vertical knob thingy...

Okay, one, no one knows
what you're talking about.

Two, if you mean clean it up,
the answer is yes.

I used the static's repeating
pattern to back-engineer

the algorithm
that rendered it...
Hey, yeah, nobody knows

what you're talking about,
just do it.

Whatever.

This is what the video
looks like

with the fake static removed.

Well, have yourself
another Gooey-Pie, Bishop.

Your story checks out.
He didn't shoot Santos.

And someone at the FBI
made it look like he did.

Our dirty fed is real.

(fan rattling)

RILEY:
Uh, guys?

We just intercepted
an FBI bulletin that went

to the Atlanta PD
15 minutes ago.

It gives your exact location

and warns that all three of
you are armed and dangerous.

Which would explain why
the SWAT team's outside

loaded for bear.

Go, go.

(fan rattling on and off)

JACK: Well, whoever
this dirty fed is,

he isn't stupid.

Sending the locals to grab us
so he can stay anonymous?

That's a smart move.
Can we marvel at his

intelligence after we escape?
BISHOP: Sounds like we're
all on the same page.

How do we get
out of here?

(fan rattles)

SWAT OFFICER:
All clear! Move out!

Jack, give me
your room key.

Is there a Bible
in there?

(fan rattling)

Yeah.

SWAT OFFICER:
All right, next, next door!

JACK:
What are you doing?

I'm making a bump key to
get into the adjoining room.

If I can file it down enough,
I can jam it in the key hole

and bump
the lock open.

SWAT OFFICER:
Go, go, move, move!

(fan continues rattling)

(whispering):
Let's go, let's go.

(shower running, man whistling)

(shower stops, officer shouts)

(whistling continues)

Move.

Bathroom's clear.

Room's clear.

I've got nothing.
Let's move, let's go!

Where are you now?

JACK:
We are on 75 South.

We couldn't make it back
to our rental car,

so we, uh...

we kind of stole another one.

You stole
another vehicle?

JACK:
Yeah.

At least this one doesn't belong
to the federal government.

Yeah, it should be
noted here, Matty,

that we're telling you
the truth this time.

The truth. I'm honored.
What do you want, a cookie?

JACK: Cookies are good,
man, I like 'em.

Not the way I'm gonna feed 'em
to you, you won't.

Well, while you two

have been busy
racking up felonies,

I think we identified

our dirty fed.
Riley traced

the FBI bulletin that sent
the SWAT team after you guys.

Whoever issued the order tried
to anonymize themselves,

but I was able to match the
device that sent the order

to the IMEI number of a cell
phone we're already monitoring.

MacGYVER: Agent Brooks.
Why am I not surprised?

MATTY: Our agents took him
into custody ten minutes ago,

but we're still checking to see
if his partner, Cho,

or any other feds are involved.

So it's safe to bring
in Bishop now?

I'm making arrangements now
for you to hand him off

to an FBI agent I trust.

We'll send you location details
as soon as we have them.

This isn't the lab.
I thought this was the lab...

What are you doing here?

I work here?

Remember?
Yes, Bozer.

I mean what are you doing
here in the war room?

Again, your evaluation isn't
until this afternoon.

I know, and I know it's
probably gonna go badly,

and I probably won't have
a job here afterwards,

but I had to come talk to you.

'Cause this thing happened
at my old job where

an assistant manager,
he was forging time cards.

But the dude still
got a promotion

because he covered his tracks
so well, everybody...
Okay, Bozer,

I would love for
this story to contain

100% less burger-related info

and some hint of a point.

I was looking through
Agent Brooks' file--

the guy you say is guilty--
and, well,

you got it wrong.

I got it wrong?

Respectfully... yes.

According to his FBI file,
Brooks is in his 40s,

with 20 years of experience
at the Bureau.

Okay, you're not
telling me anything

that I don't already know.

My point is, Brooks is still
running around on street detail.

If he had been dirty
all this time,

using Bishop to plant evidence
and frame people,

don't you think he'd be higher
up the ladder by now?

Look, I know
I don't have

much experience when it comes
to this kind of work...

You have no experience

when it comes
to this kind of work.
Yeah.

But I've had tons of bosses.

And Brooks? He's no boss.

(tires screeching)

(phone rings)

Yeah?

MATTY: Did you make
the handoff yet?

No, we're doing it
right now.

Is the agent you're with

a six-foot-one black guy?

No. Why?

Then whoever you're meeting with
isn't who I sent

to bring in Bishop.

Take good care of him.

Will do.

That voice...

Jack, get Bishop away
from him, now!

Don't let him get Bishop!

If I were you, cowboy,
I'd back away slowly,

or someone's gonna get hurt.

You! I want every Phoenix agent
in MacGyver's vicinity

headed for his location now.

You, get the deputy director
of the FBI on the phone.

You, contact the Atlanta
chief of police.

Right.
I want every black and white
backing up our people.

Ma'am, I have the deputy
director of the...

Lou, it's Matty.
You know that fugitive

you guys are looking for,
Douglas Bishop?

Yeah, well, we found him,

and one of your agents is about
to murder him.

Dryer, put the gun down
and let's talk.

I don't see you
walking away from this.

Sure I will.
Like you said,

I'm the one with the gun.

I was trying to keep this all
nice and neat.

I was hoping to end all this

by taking Bishop for
a little walk in the woods

and then quietly retiring,
no one the wiser...

Yeah, yeah, life's full
of disappointments.

Drop the gun.

You can't shoot us all,
I can promise you that.

I don't have to shoot everybody,
just Bishop.

Because I don't care
if he dies, but you do.

So you're gonna stay
where you are...
No, I'm not.

Uh, uh... And we're
gonna back up,

get in my car,
and drive away.

MacGYVER:
Then what?

Killing him won't end this.

We know you're dirty.
Our boss has proof.

What, you don't think
I have an exit strategy?

DRYER: I've been socking
away cash for years.

And I've become an expert
at making people disappear.

So when I'm gone,
you'll never find me.

JACK: Think this through.

Being on the run sucks.
Just ask Bishop.

He's been looking
over his shoulder

ever since he left Philly.

Now, pretty please,
don't move,

or I'll kill you.

Yeah, sorry, it was
all I could think of.

As long as he's in handcuffs,
I'm good.

JACK: Hey.
CHO: Hey.

Sorry we stole your car, man.

No worries. We found it.
Oh, good.

And sorry we got you busted.

You know,
it was an accident.

It was an honest mistake.
And besides, we're even now.

This jackass has been torpedoing
my career for over a decade.

I'm gonna get a big promotion
out of this bust.

Ooh, sounds like a win-win
for everybody.

Except for you.
You're a loser.

Let's take
a little walk.

Okay. Bye.

Thanks for the phone call.
Yeah.

You know, I don't like
to eavesdrop,

but I could tell
that wasn't a lawyer.

I called the convenience store.

I told Ilene everything.

We got a date next week.

You do know that you're
going to prison, right?

I mean, after everything
you've done...

No, I, I know.

She's gonna come and visit me
in lockup on Thursday.

She's gonna bring me cookies.

Okay... I get that my view
is gonna include bars

for quite a while,
but honestly...

for the first time
in years, I feel free.

And that's all thanks
to you, MacGyver.

Hey, have you seen Bozer?
I texted him on my way in.

Wishing him luck
with his evaluation,

but he didn't
get back to me.

He's in there
already, isn't he?

Yeah, yeah.

If it goes anything
like mine did,

he's gonna come out
seriously rattled.

(both laughing)

But, really, you had
the guts to question me

when most people
wouldn't have.

When you knew you were right
and I was wrong.

And because of that,

a dirty fed is behind bars,

and the witness that can keep
him there is still alive.

Oh, you guys did
all the hard stuff.

You might not know
a lot about tradecraft,

but that I can teach.

What I can't teach is
speaking truth to power.

And that is the most valuable
skill that an agent can have.

You're making me blush.

Later, Boze.

Bozer. She likes Bozer?
Aw, come on.

Everybody likes Bozer.

Yes, that includes me.

Maybe she's not as hard
to get along with

as you say she is, Jack.

Yeah, what happened
between you two?

She strand you
on a mission somewhere?

No.
Disavow you to
a foreign government?

Force you to cut your hair
to conform to military code?

No, the-- this wasn't about
a stupid haircut, okay.

What happened between
me and the Hun is personal.

We were, actually,
really close friends

up until this undercover op
in Chechnya.

Mm, Chechnya.

Okay, and then what?

Don't stop now,
I need to know this.

All right, well, everything
was cool when we got there...

MacGyver, you're up.

Yeah, yes, ma'am.

Looks like story time's
over, Grasshopper.

Good luck.

We'll get back to this.
Yeah. Godspeed.

First off, I want you to know
that I respect you,

your reputation, and your
performance history.

Thank you.

I respect you and your...
That said,

I want you to know that
while your constant

improvising is...
impressive,

I am not a big fan of
"make it up as you go along."

Say what you will
about Jack Dalton--

and I've said a lot--

but the man is
a hell of an agent.

I know how he thinks,
so I know how to use him.

You, on the other hand,
I'm not so sure about.

Did you want me to respond?

Thornton ran a loose ship,
maybe because she liked you

and she wanted to
watch your back.

Or maybe because she was
a double agent

and she didn't really care
if you died.

Either way, from now on,
things will be different.

I hope you don't think
that I'm confused

as to who runs
the Phoenix, ma'am.

"Matty."

Why is it so hard

to get you people
to call me Matty?

Did Thornton have some weird
thing about her first name?

Uh, rhetorical question.

Look, they say that
it's better to be lucky

than it is to be good.

But in my experience, anyone
who has ever said that

has wound up dead.

So far, I think
you've been really lucky.

I don't want to be
watching on a monitor

the day your luck runs out.

Respectfully, ma'am--

Matty, it's not luck.

Then prove it.

You disagree with me? Good.

I can respect that.

This isn't a business where
you can doubt yourself,

not even for an instant.

But I need you to either
play by my rules,

or prove me wrong.

Show me that your way works

and won't get you killed,
I'll back off.

But mess up even one time,

and the word "improvise"
falls out of your vocabulary.

So what do you say?
You up for the challenge?

Matty...

I look forward to it.

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