All language subtitles for MacGyver.2016.S01E17.1080p.WEBRip.x265-HiQVE_track3_[eng]

Previously on MacGyver...
SARAH: Nikki Carpenter
was a former member

of your ops team,
is that right?

She's actually a deep
cover agent for the CIA.

There's a mole
in the U.S. government

leaking classified intel
to The Organization.

Who's the mole?

Someone high up in the
intelligence community.

The closest I've got
to I.D.'ing them

is a code name: Chrysalis.

That alias belongs to you.

You are Chrysalis.

NIKKI:
Patricia Thornton,

you have the right
to remain silent.

MacGYVER: So, instead of
Nikki being the traitor,

it was Thornton
for a few years.

At least we caught
Thornton, right?

(automatic gunfire,
men shouting)

That's it! That's it! I'm out!

This is bad!
Like, really bad!

Like, Cairo bad! Riley,
how's that satellite coming?!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
The KH-11's next pass

should give me enough
resolution to...

Never mind!
Come on, Mac!

This is "rabbit out of the hat"
time, bro! Let's go!

Come on, man! Let's go!

(gunfire continues)

How 'bout a flamethrower?!

A hell of a rabbit! Light it up!

(men shouting
in foreign language)

What happened?!
Ran out of propane.

(vehicle approaching,
tires screeching)

(shouting)

(men grunting, screaming)

Who is that?

*

Bozer?

I got their boss under arrest,
the plutonium in the trunk,

and we're wheels up in 20.

Who wants a ride
to the airport?

BOTH (chanting):
Bozer! Bozer! Bozer!

Bozer! Bozer! Bozer! Bozer!

Bozer! Bozer! Bozer!

Bozer? Bozer!

Uh, over here, sir.

You aren't done yet?

Just putting on
the final touches, sir.

Hurry up. I got an ops team
upstairs standing by

for that prosthetic.
Copy that.

(whirring)

Query, sir.

A little busy right now.

You neglected to tell
your superior

that your task delay

was the result of being in a
state of altered consciousness.

"A little busy" means
I don't want to talk about it.

Please elaborate.

Trust me,

you don't want to tell people
you fell asleep on the job.

But you did.

Yeah-- I know I did, okay?

But let's just keep that
our little secret, okay?

Humans sleep to restore,
rejuvenate,

grow muscle, repair tissue,
synthesize hormones.

Which of the above influenced
the temporary

abandonment
of your work?

Boredom.

Apologies,
but I do not understand.

No offense, all right, but I'm
working in a windowless basement

with a bunch of geeks

and a talking
food processor.

Look, no disrespect.

I guess I just thought
being a secret agent

would be a lot more exciting.

(sighs)

*

Meet Olivia Prior,
member of Dutch Parliament,

known for championing
education reform

and fighting
government corruption.

Ooh, I like her already.

Is she in some kind of trouble?

Uh, I'm sorry.

You were saying?

This woman, is she in trouble?

Actually, she may be the one
causing the trouble.

According to the CIA, Prior
has been leaking state secrets

to a terrorist group.

Any idea why she's betraying
her own country?

No. In fact, the CIA is having
trouble verifying their intel,

and they won't alert

the Algemene Inlichtingen- en
Veiligheidsdienst until they do.

The hell is that?

The intelligence services
of the Netherlands.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
(MacGyver snorts)

Okay, what say we just
call them Dutch Intelligence

and move on, 'kay?

The CIA believes

that Prior will be meeting
with her contact tomorrow

in Amsterdam...

But since sending agents
to observe the meet

would technically be spying
on a close ally...

We get to do their dirty work.

Bingo.

You are gonna record the meet

and get concrete proof
that Prior is an enemy agent.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. Back up.

Record?

Yeah.

So no black bag?

No interrogation?
Just surveillance?

Observe and report.
Nothing more.

(laughing)

What's he so excited about?

Jack loves surveillance ops.

He's got an inflatable butt
pillow. It's a whole thing.

JACK: Hey, this is the closest
thing you're ever gonna get

to a vacation around here,
all right?

You park the van, you sit back,

you relax, and you watch
Riley press record.

Well, actually, Jack,
it's not as simple as just...

Okay, Riley, I'm sure

there's lots of
cool computer stuff, too, okay?

My point is,

no fistfights, no running,

and no getting shot at. I'm in.

Well, that's precisely why
I decided

that this is the perfect
first mission abroad

for Bozer.

Hold up.

You just said
I'm going on this mission?

You're going on this mission.

I'm going on this mission.

Watch out, Amsterdam!

Here comes Bozer!

Wilt Bozer.

Wiggity, wiggity, uh...

Thank you, ma'am. I mean Matty.

This is literally the easiest

first mission abroad
that I could give you.

So don't screw it up.

BOZER:
And that jet?

Amazing. It was everything
I thought it would be.

Just like the one Roger Moore
gets thrown out of

right before he fights that
evil dude on that space station.

Do I need to be prepared
for something like that?

(laughs) I think we can safely
rule out space travel, Boze.

Odds are, the plane
flight will be

the most exciting part
about this trip.

RILEY: Well, a little
boring sounds

pretty exciting to me.
Anyone else want to check out

the Van Gogh Museum?

No, not me, thanks.
I brought, like,

ten Willie Nelson
live CDs.

I'm just gonna chill out in
the van, put a dent in these.

CDs?
Mm-hmm.

Really, Jack? You know
they invented iTunes, right?

Yeah, but everybody knows
CDs sound better.

Well, people only say that
about vinyl because...

Look it up. It's proven.

You know what, forget it.
I give up.

Okay.

So... this is where

Prior's supposed
to meet her contact.

So until she shows,

I say we sit back, relax,
and enjoy my man Willie.

(scoffs)

("On the Road Again" playing)
Yeah, there it is.

Want me to turn it up?
* On the road again

* I just can't wait
to get on the road again... *

(blowing)

I don't remember
James Bond ever doing that.

Okay, Surveillance 101:

if the other team spots you,
game over.

You want to assess your
surroundings while blending in.

Assess and blend.

Got it. Did Jack teach you
all this stuff?

MacGYVER:
Yeah, some.

The rest I learned
from Thornton.

She may have been a traitor,
but she was a hell of a spy.

Always had every
angle covered,

always thinking ten steps ahead.

RILEY: So, I was on,
what, my fifth op

before you guys
started training me?

Yeah, but you were
on your seventh

till you actually started
to listen.

(both laugh)

Look, the thing
with Bozer is

Jack is to Mac
as Mac is to Bozer.

Did you just make an analogy?

I don't know. Did I?
Look, all I'm saying is

that Mac feels responsible for
Bozer's safety; he's been doing

everything he could
to shield him from this world,

and now he's out here
in the thick of it.

Mac may seem like
he's cool with Bozer

being out here, but I think
he's quietly freaking out

on the inside,
you know what I mean?

(beeping)

Hey, Mac, I got a match on Prior

at your three o'clock--
blue sweater and pearls.

BOZER:
I know I'm new to this,

but even I can see
that that woman

is acting 50 shades of shady.

Yeah.

Shady doesn't hold up
in court though.

Matty needs video of
Prior handing the codes

to her contact.
JACK:
Well, I'll tell you one thing,

she may be a traitor,
but she's no pro.

She looks as nervous

as a long-tailed cat in a
room full of rocking chairs.

BOZER: She's checking the time
on her phone, which means

she's expecting her contact
any second now, right?

JACK: Boom. The kid's a natural.
Now the hard part.

Can you I.D. her contact?

It could be anybody
in the square.

Or it could just be
someone on her phone.

Looks like the CIA intel
wasn't exactly 100% accurate.

RILEY:
Looks like Prior's as surprised

as we are.

PRIOR:
What?

No. We didn't agree...

JACK:
We got to hear the other end

of that phone call, right?
Just-just boopidy-boop it.

RILEY:
Boopidy-boop on a landline
takes hours to set up, Jack.

I can't.

Yeah. If you're
doing it digitally.

Can I help you?
How much for this?

20 Euros.
20 Euros?

Thanks, man.
Thank you.

But spies have
been tapping phones

for a lot longer
than computers.

*

MAN:
It's in the red planter box.

Clock's ticking, so move fast.

(line beeps)
Wait, did you guys hear that?

JACK:
Yeah. Clock's ticking?

BOZER:
What's in there? Her payoff?

RILEY:
Not unless she's getting paid

in gold bars.
That thing looks

really full.

MacGYVER:
That's not a gold bars look.

That's the look I used to see
in Iraq, on the faces

of women who were pressured
into carrying IEDs.

BOZER:
She's here to set off a bomb?

Yeah, well, mission
just changed. Stay here.

Do not leave this spot.

*

JACK:
I got Prior, Mac.

You just keep that bag
from going boom-boom.

Jack, forget Prior. I got to get
this bomb out of the square

before everyone dies.
Give me a ride, now.

(tires screeching)

Riley, I need
you to find me

the least populated area
within a minute of here.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Bozer, I thought I told you...
I'm part of the team!

And you don't
have time to argue.

(tires screeching)

(horn honking)
MacGYVER: This thing is all
booby-trapped.

It's like someone knew
someone like me

was gonna try and disarm it.

I-I don't have time to stop it.

Felt pretty heroic at first,

but now I regret
jumping in the van.

Ugh! We're in the middle
of a business district.

There really isn't
a least-populated area.

Mac, how much room
do you need for the blast?

Uh, okay, I'm looking at, uh,
a pound and a half of NP10.

Let's say two pounds to be safe,
so pressure wave velocity of

1,030 feet per second.
JACK: Yeah, I don't
understand a word

you're saying, so you just
let me know when to turn, okay?

MacGYVER: At the current
external temperature,

I'd say air density

is approximately 1.27 kilograms
per meter cubed...

Yeah, uh, Mac, I don't want
to interrupt, but there's

an alleyway coming up here
on the right.
MacGYVER: Factor the shockwave

into the Hopkinson-Cranz
Scaling Law

and the minimum
safe distance becomes...

Mac! Alley?!

Will that work?
No! 200 feet!

I need a space
that's 200 feet wide!

Got it! Next left.

Wide street closed for
repaving-- should be empty.

(tires screeching)

(Bozer gasping)

Okay, everybody out, now!

Keep running! Don't stop!

BOZER:
Did we do it?

I think we did it.

Nobody got hurt.

Yeah, no body got hurt,
but the blast cracked my rig.

The only proof
Prior's a terrorist is gone.

(sirens approaching)
Hey, uh...

I don't think they're coming to
thank us for saving their lives.

MacGYVER: Pretty sure they think
we just set off a bomb

in their capital.
RILEY: Wait, so now they think

we're the terrorists?
Yeah, it looks like it.

(shouting in Dutch)

You guys got a plan,
though, right?
Yeah. Run.

(sirens wailing in distance)

Remind me again
why we don't just

grab a cop and tell them
the truth?

I mean, we're not terrorists,

we're secret agents
from the U.S.

Operating in a foreign country
without permission.

Yeah, but this country's
our ally.

And you don't spy
on your allies.

So even if we could
convince the cops

that we're not terrorists,
we're still here illegally,

so we'd still go to jail.

Hey, Boze, I know you
didn't sign up for this,

but don't panic.

Pretty sure we're gonna
get out of this just fine.

"Pretty sure"?
(ringtone playing)

Yeah, Bozer,
relax, baby, relax.

Yeah, Dalton:
7652. Longhorn.

I'm looking at
an explosion in Amsterdam.

Tell me it wasn't you.
JACK: No, no, everything's fine.

The mission's fine.

We got proof that Prior
was working with the terrorists.

There was just, uh... there was
a little bomb in her purse

that kind of exploded,
destroying said proof

and a bunch of buildings
around it,

and everybody thinks
that we did it.

That's a long way
from "fine," Jack.

You're about to be in the middle

of a very serious
international incident.

I'm enacting emergency protocol.

Sending exfil coordinates now.

MacGYVER:
On the bright side,

we did confirm that

Prior's a traitor,
and I don't think

that anyone got
a good look at us.

Oh, I'd say they got
a very good look at you.

Dutch Intelligence just launched
a nationwide search

for four suspects

matching your descriptions.

You know what will happen
if you get caught

operating on Dutch soil.

And that's bad, right?

Very.

So get to exfil. Fast.

(urgent chatter)

Now, I need to know
who they are,

who they're working for,
how they got into the country,

and I need to know it yesterday.

No match in our system
or Interpol's.

Then search for their faces

across the city's
surveillance network.

(computer trilling)

Got them.
Where are they?

Suspects just entered
Zuiveringshal Park

from the south.

Sounds like
they're everywhere.

Yeah, that's 'cause they are.

(siren wailing in distance)

Stay close and keep
your head down.

Don't we have, like,
a... a Phoenix safe house,

somewhere to duck into?
Those things
take weeks to set up.

This was supposed to be
a one-day observe-and-report.

(sirens approaching)

Away...

Okay.

How'd they find
us so fast?

Street cams.

I was hoping there wasn't
gonna be as many in the park.

Shh, shh.

(speaking Dutch)

(grunting)

Jack, easy. He's out.

He's out.
Oh, sorry there, Frenchy.

You're gonna wake up
with a headache.

He's Dutch.
Yeah, whatever.

Where's his radio?

(Dutch chatter over radio)

You were right.

Dutch Intelligence is using
the video cameras

to track our every move.

When'd you learn
to speak Dutch?

Uh, it's classified.
Let's boogie.

MAN (over radio):
We searched the whole park.
They're not here.

Sir?
You found them?

Not their current location,
but I found footage of them

entering the country
this morning.

It's a private airport
in Schiphol.

WOLFF:
That's good work.

I need a backstopped cover

for our exfil pilot
and his helicopter.

Doesn't have to hold up forever.

Just long enough
to get Mac's team

through Dutch and
German airspace.

Ma'am? I have the U.S.
national security advisor

on the line for you.

Okay, transfer it to my phone.

Sorry, it's not
a phone call.

Dutch Intelligence claims
four Americans

detonated a car bomb
two hours ago in Amsterdam.

I've reviewed the identities
of the suspects,

and they have all the earmarks
of U.S. operatives.

But... before I ask
if they belong to any of you,

let me remind you
that it's only a matter of time

before they're apprehended.

And if an operative
is caught spying

on one of our allies,

the consequences to your agency
would be severe.

So, now...

would anybody like to claim
these people as agents?

The CIA has no affiliation
with these four.

The DIA has
no affiliation, ma'am.

The NSA has
no affiliation.

All right, exfil's
just around the corner.

Where? I don't see the chopper,
so unless we're leaving

in Wonder Woman's jet,
we're in the wrong spot.

No. No, we're right on top
of the coordinates Matty sent.

So, maybe our
pilot's just late?

Not likely. Our pilots know
if they're late, agents die.

(high-pitched electronic squeal)
(gasping)

What the hell
was that?

That would be our
comms going dead.

Yeah, Dalton: 7652. Longhorn.

(line beeping)

No code-in,

no comms, no exfil?

We've been disavowed.

Disavowed?

Is that as bad as it sounds?

So, on a scale from
one to Cairo...

JACK:
It's off the charts.

Bozer, Phoenix has
completely abandoned us here.

Matty severed all ties.

So we're on our own in a country

where everyone thinks
we're terrorists?

And no one's coming
to get us out?

Exactly.

I can't believe Matty left us
to be captured,

thrown in prison.

Phoenix has 44 more agents
around the world undercover.

If they claimed us,

it would have put
their lives in danger

and exposed the agency.

Matty had to disavow us.

It's protocol.

And what's protocol
for getting us re-avowed?

I don't know. This has
never happened to me before.

Yeah, me, neither.
I knew a guy

from The Farm
who got disavowed.

He ended up doing four years
in a Chinese prison

and still didn't get to go home.

Ended up living in Shenzhen,

working as one of them dudes
who stands in line for people.

Is that even a real job?
In Shenzhen, it is.

So there's a chance that
we could never go home?

Well, what are we
supposed to do?

Well, right now
get off the street.

Then we can worry about
what happens next.

Oh, you know what?
Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I think I know somebody
who can help us out. Come on.

(knocks)

Hey, honey. How you do...
(curses in French)

Oh. Eight years ago,
I was here with the CIA

on an undercover op--
Jena was part of my cover...

(both moaning)

(speaking French)

(shouting)
Huh? I know, I-I know.

Honey, I know. I hear you,
and I'll explain everything.

Okay, can we go inside and-and
talk, just... for a second?

You speak Dutch
and you speak French?

Neither. I'm fluent
in supermodel.

Who are your friends?

Bozer. Really cool.
He's the gaffer.

Uh, Riley's the stylist.

And twisted steel
and sex appeal,

that's the model,
old blue eyes right there, Mac.

If we could just
come in and catch up,

for a minute, please?

You look great.

(quietly):
Hey, listen, listen.

I'm a fashion
photographer from Miami,

you guys are my team,

I hate oysters, and my name is
Bryce Villanova. You got it?

After you, Bryce.

(sighs)

(speaking French)

I-I don't know. I just went out
for breakfast one morning,

and I kind of kept walking.

(speaking French)

Because I was getting scared
about how I felt about you, Jen.

You know how I feel
about you, babe.
(exhales)

I know we've been cut off
by our own government

and the whole world thinks
we're terrorists, but...

this is amazing.

Yeah.

(Jack and Jenaveev
continue arguing)

How you holding up?

Mm. I think it just
hasn't hit me yet.

It's hitting Bozer
pretty hard, though.

MacGYVER:
If they knew we were here,

they'd be up
here already.

I feel like an idiot.

I just wanted a taste
of being a hero.

But this, this isn't
like the movies.

No.

But it's a good thing.
Why is that?

Well, in a movie,
the ending's already written.

In real life,
if you just stay calm...

think...

you can find a way
out of anything.

At least that's... the way
it's always worked before.

Okay, I think I smoothed
things out with Jenaveev.

(shouting in French)

Well, you know, for
the most part, anyway.

I don't blame
the woman, Jack.

Hey, look, I know
I should've told her

I was an international spy
years ago,

but what do you want me to do,
put her life in jeopardy?

So instead, you lie to her,
sleep with her,

and then leave the moment
your assignment is over?

You want change
for that two cents' worth?

(chuckles)

Yeah, what are you laughing at?

Well, she's right.

What happened happened.

Okay? I don't see anybody

throwing a moral compass
at James Bond.

Just 'cause I go out

and I lasso a golden unicorn
on assignment,

all of a sudden
I'm the Evil George Clooney?

Clooney's married.

To a brilliant attorney.

Yeah, well, he hopped
on a lot of lily pads

before he settled on that one.

Now, look, my past is the past.

All right?

What's our next move?

I think we have to run.

Our prints are all over
that van, and the only proof

we didn't do this is gone.
You just want to give up and go?

Better than prison--
especially Dutch prison.

20 to life eating
pickled herring? No, thank you.

Pickled herring is gnarly.
Besides, the whole country

already thinks we're terrorists;
let's just bounce.

(Prior speaking Dutch over TV)

Not the entire country.

We just need
Olivia Prior to admit

that she did this and not us.

RILEY:
How? Without Phoenix's help,

even running a phone tap
is risky.

Well, then we'll just have
to meet Olivia Prior in person.

Oh, yeah, that sounds
way less risky.

She's a member of
parliament, Mac.

How we gonna get
anywhere near her

without those cameras seeing us?

Then we'll just have to
make sure the cameras

don't see our faces.

Hold still.

So, what do you say,
Bryce?

Think that golden unicorn
held onto any of your old gear?

Who's Bryce?

What?

All right.

Hey. Find that camera gear.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

*

So, humans can only see
visible light,

but cameras can see visible
and infrared.

That's why they can boost images
in low light and at night.

So, with some of these LEDs
from these TV remotes

hidden inside of some of
Jenaveev's many sunglasses,

the Dutch should be
seeing stars. How do I look?

(chuckles)

Oh, yeah, you're in business.
Nice.

Okay, well, that fools
facial recognition,

but how long before
someone watching the feed

notices four people walking
around with halos for faces?

Not long.

That's why we have
to move quick.

Yeah, these don't quite have
the sleek lines

I prefer in my eyewear,
but... I can make 'em work.

I'm not going, am I?

This could get real bad
real fast.

Matty would've never
sent you on this mission

if she knew
it would turn out like this.

But I'm here now, all right?

I mean,
what if it does go bad fast?

What if y'all leave me here
and don't come back?

Then at least
you'll still be alive.

Promise me you'll listen
to me this time

and just stay here and safe.

Yeah, okay.

I promise.

Thank you.

Well, it looks like
your little glasses

are doing their
thing, Sizzlean.

JACK:
No alerts.

All quiet on the Western Front.

Yeah, well, Western Front's
actually about

250 miles from here, but...
What?

(sighs) Yeah, I guess
it's not really time

for a geography lesson,
is it?

No, not really.

Need to send Riley
the all-clear.

All right, Olivia, here's hoping
you're not running late today.

So, disavowed, huh?
Yeah.

Notfavorite.

And I know this gig
doesn't last forever,

but I always thought
I'd get shot

or hit by a missile
or fall into a nuclear reactor--

some real blaze-of-glory
stuff, you know?

But having my career end
like this, it's...

well, it's kind of embarrassing.

It's embarrassing
and it's temporary.

We'll fix this.

What if we can't?

We've been through worse.

Mm?
Riley's been
taking care of herself

since she was 16;
it's Bozer I'm worried about.

If anything happens to him,
I can't forgive myself.

No. Now, hey, I'm sure
he's hanging in.

JACK:
She wouldn't have sent him in

if he couldn't handle himself,
you know that.

MacGYVER: She hasn't known Bozer
as long as I have.

Hey. You can't look at this
with old eyes.

Okay? He's been through a
lot in the last few months.

He's not the same old Bozer;
he's a new Bozer.

He might surprise you.

Hell, he might just surprise
all of us.

(chuckles)

It's really hard to take you
seriously with those glasses on.

(chuckles):
Is it? Well, do your best.

That's the signal. Left shoe.

MacGYVER:
Prior's on her way.

Here. Put it there.

All right, here she comes,
here she comes.

(groans)

(tires screech, horn honks)

PRIOR:
Stop it!

(sighs)

Hello, Olivia.

Nice to see you again.

Let's take a ride.

JACK: We were there, Olivia.
We saw you.

Just admit you were in
on the attack.

OLIVIA:
I didn't know

there was a bomb there,
not until I got there.

I swear.
Drop the act, Olivia.

The CIA already knows you've
been working with terrorists.

Terrorists? No.

I would never.

I only went there
because of the photos.

What photos?

A few weeks ago... (sighs)

someone sent me photos of me
with another man.

You need to understand,
I love my husband...

JACK: An affair? Huh? That's
what you're gonna tell us?

That's what got you blackmailed
by terrorists?

It is the truth.

They were gonna post
the photos online

if I wouldn't do exactly
what they told me. Here.

They told me to go
to the cafe. I went.

I thought they were going
to ask me for money.

I thought they were going
to tell me to vote against

the upcoming referendum. I...

RILEY:
Okay, so if that's

why she went to the cafe,
then everything Matty told us,

all the CIA intel, was wrong.

Okay.

I've seen the pictures,
I want to believe you,

but you need to go back
and explain everything

exactly how it happened.

A waiter

gave me the phone, and there was
a man on the phone,

and he told me,
get the purse

from the planter box,
carry it down the street,

and then when I see someone
follow me, drop it and run.

Wait a second,
when someone follows you?

Yes.

So the man on the phone knew

that we were going to be there.

I think I know
why the CIA intel was bad.

Why?
We were set up.

JACK:
Hang on, now.

That would...
that would have to mean

somebody manipulated the CIA

and gift-wrapped
this mission for us.

Who could do
something like that?

When the man first contacted you
about the photos...

PRIOR:
No. No.

The first call wasn't
from the man.

The first call was
from the woman.

She called herself Pop.

RILEY: Pop?
Mm-hmm.

RILEY:
As in "Snap, Crackle, Pop,"

Rice Krispies, or...?

I don't think she was referring
to the cereal.

Pop is Dutch word.

And in English, it
means "chrysalis."

Chrysalis?
Mm-hmm.

JACK:
You sure?

Positive.

Patricia Thornton.
Who is she?

Up until a couple of months ago,

when she was arrested
for treason...

our boss.

We'll be in the next room
if you need anything, okay?

JACK:
She's not my girlfriend.

She's just a member of
parliament that we kidnapped.

If you don't believe me,
go ask her.

Maybe I will.

Okay.

Olivia has agreed
to stay put until

we figure out what
to do with her.

Any luck confirming
her story?

RILEY:
Yes and no.

The blackmail photos were sent
from an untraceable e-mail.

But the encryption key
does match the one Thornton used

while selling state secrets
as Chrysalis.

BOZER:
So even though we know

Thornton set us up,
we can't prove it.

JACK:
She must have put

all this in place months ago

as a contingency plan;
that way, if we start talking,

she drops all that fake intel
on Olivia.

Next thing you know, we're
all killed in a bomb blast.

It was just luck we outed her
before she could do it.

Yeah, but by then,
revenge is as easy

as a phone call from prison.

She had us checkmated before
we even left for Amsterdam.

(door closes)

Every file with intel on
MacGyver, Jack, Riley and Bozer

has been destroyed,
plus the backups.

So the only digital proof
tying them to Phoenix

is on my tablet.

Then you should
delete those files fast.

Dutch Intelligence
just discovered

that they made a call
after the bombing.

They're trying to piece together
fragments of the call,

which included a woman's voice.

You mean my voice.

Yes, ma'am. And if they can
reconstruct that call,

it could lead
right back to us.

Andie,

unless you'd like to be

an accessory to violating
the Espionage Act,

I suggest you leave. Now.

(phone beeps)

Do you recognize my voice?

Good. Then you remember
I saved your ass in Myanmar.

Time to return the favor.

JACK:
I got it.

Why don't we just track
the source of the CIA's intel,

leak that right back
to Thornton.

Yeah, that sounds great, Jack,
but we need Phoenix's support

for every single bit of it.

I say we march Olivia
into a police station

and make her tell her story.
Only problem with that is

no one's gonna believe her
without any hard evidence.

It's for you, Mac.

Aw! They're gone.

(sighs)
BOZER: How could somebody know

where to find us?
Wait, wait, wait.

This might be another "gift"
from Thornton.

Looks like a note.

"7652. Longhorn.

Sorry I can't do more,
but you can help yourselves."

That's my code-in.

Matty must have sent that.

Yeah.

RILEY:
It's a dossier

on the deputy director
of Dutch Intelligence,

Harlan Wolff,
blueprints of the building

where he works,
and the details

of their
domestic surveillance program.

Why would Matty send us info
on the people hunting us?

Probably trying to get us
out of the country.

Besides, it's always
good to know

who you're running from.
"You can help yourselves."

If Matty risked her entire
career sending this,

then it's got to do
more than just help us

turn tail and run.
RILEY: Hold on.

According to these memos,
Dutch Intelligence records

all domestic calls,

archives all CCTV video,
and scoops up every bit of data

transmitted
within the country to...

Okay, you're getting
the same look in your eye

that he gets when
you're about to say...

I know how to clear our names.
Yeah, something like that.

Back at the cafe,
I was disguising

the signals of our comms
and wireless cameras

as normal cell traffic
routed through towers

of a local Dutch telecom.

Okay, now you're just
using big words

that nobody else understands,
like he does.

RILEY:
That video we lost--

I was routing it
through local cell towers.

Matty just told us

Intel saves

all cellular data.

So, if we can get you into
Dutch Intelligence HQ, then...

I might be able to reconstruct
the video that clears our names.

Yes.

JACK: Yeah, I love
the enthusiasm,

but you're forgetting
we're fugitives here

talking about
breaking into a building

full of spies
who are looking for us.

The last time I checked,

the only one that's cool
wearing his sunglasses inside

is Jack Nicholson.

(sighs) You're right.

Can't walk in there
wearing these faces.

But luckily,
we have a friend

who can help us
make new ones.

Bozer.

Can you make
good enough prosthetics

to fool the facial recognition

and get us into
that building?

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

They'd have to be good.

Like, really good.
Like, maybe my best work.

Not maybe-- they would have
to be your best work.

We'd all have to be
on our A-games.

We're not Phoenix
agents anymore,

so no one's
giving orders.

We'll all have to be on board.

I'm in.

Yeah, whatever.

BOZER:
Hold on.

Let me make sure
I fully understand our options.

Option one--
flee Amsterdam

and most likely run for
the rest of our lives.

Or...

option two--

you all put your trust in me...

and we may end up in jail today.

Okay.

Let's do this.

Testing one, two. Hey, Mac,
it's your pal Jack here.

But I guess
you already knew that.

Hold on, let me start again.

Okay, if you're
listening to this,

you've made it
past security, so...

(computer beeping)

Okay.

Now we'll just need
some gelatin blocks,

liquid latex and plasteline.

We can't get any of those
things, remember? No Phoenix.

Well, how am I supposed
to do what I do

without the stuff
that I do it with?

We'll just have to...
Improvise.

*

This stuff won't hold up
like my normal work.

Y'all are gonna
have to move quick.

Well, it wouldn't
be a mission

if we weren't on an
impossible timeline.

Man, I don't know
how you do it.

Is the field always this...

Crazy? Yeah.

Always.

On my worst days,
I've nearly died alone.

On my best days, I've
saved hundreds of lives,

and no one even
knew I was there.

It's just the job.

Before this, all I wanted was
to go on a real mission.

Now... I'd do anything
to be back at the Phoenix

talking to that damn robot.

Some people are meant
for this job.

Most aren't.

If this plan works...

that's for you to
decide for yourself.

(sighs):
All right.

Let's glue some processed food
to your face.

All right.

Okay. How about that?

(door buzzes)

Okay.

I.D. badges worked
like a charm.

Now time for the real test.

No alarms, no guards--
yay, Bozer.

JACK:
Testing one, two.

Hey, Mac,
it's your pal Jack here.

But I guess
you already knew that.

Hold on, let me start again.
Okay, if you're listening

to this,
you've made it past security,

so you're gonna hang a louie
at the end of this hallway.

And since we don't dare
transmit signals

into the freaky-deaky Dutch HQ,
I made you this Jack-on-tape

to help you find your way.

All you got to do
is follow my instructions

based on the blueprints
Matty sent,

and hopefully
you won't get caught

or, you know, shot to death or--
No, no, no, wait a minute.

That sounded bad.
I'm gonna start over again.

Okay, take three.

(lock clicks)

(sighs)

That was good timing.

Jack was about to
start narrating

Willie Nelson's CD jacket
as a surprise bonus track.

Now let's just hope
Dutch Intelligence's

data mining
scooped up the video we need.

So radio silence
from here on out?

Yeah. Yeah, as long as
the radio's quiet,

everything's fine.

Wait, wait.
Don't wipe your face.

Sorry, but you're gonna wipe
a piece of it off.

Bozer said time would be
a factor-- I just,

I thought we had more of it.
Guess he wasn't counting

on how much heat
these servers put out.

Once our faces melt off,
they're gonna know we're here.

How much time do you need?

Best guess, ten minutes.

I don't think we have that long.

*

Longhorn.

Blackhat needs more time.
It's about to get ugly.

Get the scientist
to safety. Over.

Copy that. Let's go.

Scientist?
What's he talking about?

Scientists work in a lab, Bozer.
He's talking about you.

He wants me to get you out of
the country right now. Let's go.

Man, whatever, man. I got
them into that building,
I'm getting them out.

Scientist will buy
blackhat time.

Wh-What...

What are you gonna do?
Improvise.

Boze...

Bozer!

No, what-what's he doing? Hello?

Hey! Wolffie!

You looking for me?!

(alarm beeping)

I want every cop in Amsterdam
at that location now!

Sir, according to this,
he's in our lobby.

Hey, uh...

who is that handsome devil
on screen right there?

Is that a young Bruce Willis
with hair?

Who wants an autograph?

You?
(men speaking Dutch)

All right.
All right, all right.

I'll give you a free one.
Take it.

Hey, guys? This way.

(men shouting in Dutch)

What's up, Mac?

Oh, hey, I forgot to tell
you guys, I like to...

(grunting)

Jack, Jack, Jack,
Jack, Jack, Jack!

Whoo!

(grunts)

(gasping)

I distinctly remember
building a radio

and telling you two to get
out of the country.

Yeah, well,
we discussed your idea,

and Bozer decided
this would be a better plan.

I had to make a move, man.
Does this seem like
a better plan?

No. Yes.
Yeah. No.

I guess now
it's all up to...

RILEY (over P.A.): Attention,
Director Harlan Wolff.

This next jam's for you.

MacGYVER:
Forget Prior, Jack.

I got to get this bomb
out of this square

before everyone dies.

Give me a ride. Now.

*

* Want you to know

* We're going home

* Home...

* Home...

* We're going home

* Home...

* We're going home

* Home...

* We're going home

* Home...

* We're going home

* Yeah
* Home...

* Yeah, yeah, yeah

* We're going home...

*

MATTY:
Didn't I disavow

you people?
JACK: Oh, come on, now.

You can't get rid of us
that easy.

We got your message.

Thank you. Couldn't have
done it without you.

Yeah, well,
I just got off the phone

with your new friend
Harlan Wolff.

After the four of you
were cleared,

he found this.

The man who left the bomb

for Olivia Prior
was an operative

working for The Organization.

Dutch Intelligence

apprehended him this morning,

and he confessed
to working for Thornton.

So, I gave him

the intel he needed
to add the bombing

to Thornton's charges

in exchange for sweeping
our involvement under the rug.

So it's really over?
Yes.

It's really over.

But...

I would avoid going to Amsterdam
for a little while.

Oh, no, man, I did it again.

What?
Jenaveev-- I told her we
were going to buy groceries,

and I-I just left the
country, forever.

Well, it's probably
for the best

if she never sees
Bryce Villanova again, Jack.

Just saying.
Oh, no.

No, don't call her--
you're gonna make it worse.

Jack, don't call her.

Hey, man... you did a good job.

I'm proud of you.

And I'm looking forward
to the next time

you're in the field with us.

If you decide
there is a next time.

Thanks, Mac.

Man, am I glad to see you!

ROBOT: Your affection
is without context.

(sighs)

It's just a bro hug.

Remember when I said
this job was boring?

Well, it's not--
and for the time being,

this is all the excitement
I want.

So fieldwork is no longer
the primary goal?

Oh, it's still a goal,
but from now on,

the primary goal
is staying alive.

Which means right here with you
is exactly where I want to be.

Boo-yah.

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