All language subtitles for MacGyver.2016.S01E01.HDTV.x264-DIMENSION-LOL.The Rising

How do I look?

Yummy.

MacGYVER: That's Nikki Carpenter.

MIT grad.

Passed up offers from Google,

SpaceX and Apple to save lives.

Best senior analyst in the business.

No one's better on a keyboard.

You really should
wear a tux more often, Mac.

Doesn't really go with the
grease under my fingernails.

If you decide to ditch it, keep the tie.

I'm sure you'll find

other ways to use it.

Already got a couple ideas.

Guys, you know this is an open channel

and I can hear you, right?

MacGYVER: Meet Jack Dalton,
security and intel.

Former Delta Force.

Jack's the kind of guy
you want watching your back.

He's been watching mine for years now.

Jack?

Who loves you, baby?

MacGYVER: And my name's Angus MacGyver.

I have 12 first place

science fair trophies, two years MIT,

three years diffusing
bombs for the military.

And what do I do now?

A little of this, a little of that.

What are you doing?

We're gonna need a fingerprint
to access that safe.

So, does it bother anyone else

we don't know exactly
what's in that safe?

MacGYVER: Intel says

some weapon the host plans on selling

to the highest bidder tonight.

Hundred bucks says it's nuclear.

Look, can we not take bets

on what's probably gonna get us killed?

Oh, relax. It
couldn't be worse than Cairo.

Hey, hey.

We don't talk about Cairo, remember?

What happened in Cairo stays in Cairo.

Sister's right.

Cairo is off limits,
except for my therapist.

You see a therapist?

Massage therapist,
but she's a good listener.

Okay, hoss, you got 30 minutes.

After that...

...I'm crashing the party.

See you in 29.

Sir, one moment please.

Do you mind?

Of course.

MacGYVER: It's not a gun.

In fact, the number one thing that gets

an undercover operative busted
is a concealed weapon.

If I don't have one, I don't get busted.

What can I say?

Lifelong Boy Scout.

And if I need a weapon, I'll make one.

Actually, I only lasted
six weeks in the Scouts.

Enjoy your party.

But if there was something

I learned in my brief stint

in short pants and female
repellent neckerchief,

it was always, ?Be prepared.?

All right, guys.

We got some serious badassery
in here tonight.

Three on the FBI's
Most Wanted, two Interpol.

That guy in front of you is
linked to four terror networks.

MacGYVER: That dress may look
dangerous, but trust me,

the woman inside it is way more deadly.

Patricia Thornton is the most successful

clandestine operative in U.S. history,

which is why you've never heard of her.

Now she's the director
of field operations...

Mr. Greene.

You look lovely
this evening, Miss Elcar.

MacGYVER: ...aka my boss.

You should really take the tour.

The art here is magnificent.

Oh, I certainly will.

That's the seller.

And the vault?

The door's behind you.

I was hoping you weren't gonna say that.

Exfil's in Vienna.

See you in 12 hours. Ciao.

All right, Mac, you're up.

When did you learn to speak Italian?

MacGYVER: When you said yes to Rome.

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MacGYVER: Some of the strongest
forces we encounter

every day are invisible.

But if you know how they work,
you can bend them to your will.

Take magnetic fields, for example.

Weak ones can be created by running

a current through a wire.

But coil that wire around an iron core,

such as hinge pins,

and your weak magnet gets stronger.

Coil that wire enough times,

and you've got an electromagnet
that will induce

an invisible force strong
enough to cause interference

with nearby electronics.

The stronger the magnet,

the stronger the interference.

Jack, you got company.

Hey, is this George Clooney's house?

Quick selfie for the girlfriend.
Here we go.

Right there. Smile.

The art here is magnificent.

Uh, Nikki, are you seeing this?

Yeah.

Full handprint
biometrics. We got bad intel.

That print you lifted is useless.

So, uh, what's plan ?B??

Same as always.

Improvise.

Nikki, I need you to watch my six.

Always do.

How come you never

flirt with me like that?

'Cause I don't have a daddy fixation.

Fair enough.

MacGYVER: How do you bypass
a handprint scanner?

There's the easy way,
and then there's my way.

Easy is leveraging the
host to cooperate.

That could get messy.

My way, fooling the scanner

into thinking I'm the last
person who used it.

You see, every time we touch something,

we leave a little of ourselves behind.

That's because our skin contains

salts and oils that are
transferred onto the object.

Add a little drywall dust
to enhance the print,

the pressure of a firm hand, and voil�.

Well, it's not nuclear.

That's good.

It looks biological.

That's not good.

- Oops.
- "Oops"�?

?Oops? like I just stubbed my toe?

Or ?Oops? like I just

may have started the zombie apocalypse?

Mac, get out of there now!

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Oh, come on, this isn't fair.

Jack, start the boat!

Start the damn boat!

Go, go, go!

I think we got a problem here, Mac.

Check it out.

They hit our fuel line!

So, break out the chewing gum.

It's gonna take more than
chewing gum to fix it.

We're gonna be out of
fuel in about 45 seconds.

Here, hold this.

No!

This really is Cairo all over again.

Hey, Cairo was your fault, man.

- Hold this and get out of my way.
- Ah...

Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast.

Why are we going back?

We're not!

- Jump!
- What?!

Nikki.

Nikki?

Nikki?

I'm sorry. I...

The canister, please.

You let her go.

That's not how these
exchanges work, Mr. MacGyver.

You hand over the canister,
and I will let

your friend live.

Don't do it, Mac.

Give it to me,

and nobody else will get hurt.

Maybe I drop this right now, we all die.

You won't kill her, but I will.

Don't give it to him, Mac.

You son of a bitch!

You think I'm playing?

The canister.

I will not ask you again.

Thank you.

No!

MacGYVER: Yeah, I know
what you're thinking.

If this guy's the hero,
it's not looking good.

But like my grandfather used to say,

whatever doesn't kill you
makes you want to get even.

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Bozer.

Hey!

Just in time, roomie.

I'm making waffles.

You know you don't have
to do this every day.

I'm okay.

You say you're okay, but you're
not okay, all right?

Your girlfriend dies in a car accident

while on a business trip,
you can't tell me you're okay.

MacGYVER: Yeah, that's right.

My oldest friend is also my cover.

He has no idea what I do.

Eat your waffles.

What is this?

It's a prop.

Penny lent it to me.

What's it doing on the front lawn?

Bro, I told you.

I signed up for CELLebration.

All right? The best movie shot
on a cell phone wins five grand.

And I'm going all Michael Bay
on this thing, all right?

Chinese jetfighters attack L.A.

Pearl Harbor meets Dr. Strangelove.

I e-mailed you the sides
a couple days ago.

Right, yeah.

You want me to play General Wang.

Bro, you're the only guy I know
who speaks Mandarin, all right?

And you took time off of work

because you're so ?okay,?
so do me a solid...

give me Wang.

Hey, don't make me

beg for it, all right?

I made you waffles from scratch.

Okay.

Just one condition.

Change the name.

All right. I'll work
on the rewrite after work.

Yo, eat those waffles.

It'll put a smile on your face.

Humans became the most
dominant species on Earth

not by being stronger or faster,

but by being adaptable.

We look at a sharp rock,
and we see a spear.

We take a metal ingot,
we turn it into handcuffs.

We look at a bobby pin...

...and we see a key.

Now...

put them back on.

Thornton.

Mac.

You look good.

How's the...?

Coming along.

You?

I think about her every day.

What are you doing here?

Vacation's over.

It's time to get to work.

Yesterday at 5:07 p.m. local time,

technicians for the Nargaard

research facility in Greenland
sent out an S.O.S.

Please... if anyone is getting this,

please, we need help.

Ten minutes later, all 27
researchers were dead.

The CDC sent out a containment
team to quarantine the building,

figure out what happened.

Well, looks like Ebola

or some sort of viral hemorrhagic fever.

But they never had
any cases in Greenland.

Is this something new?

Try something old.

30,000 years old.

The CDC thinks it's prehistoric.

Something they dug up
while fracking in Siberia.

We believe this virus is the
biological weapon that you were

sent to Italy to recover
three months ago.

Intel suggests this was

a proof of concept demonstration
to prove

that the seller was actually
in possession of the biologic.

Up until now, the man
who stole the virus from you...

You mean the man who killed Nikki.

We've been trying to find him,

assuming that he was the end user.

But this latest intel
suggests that he was

just another broker
looking to make a sale.

Any idea when or where?

- No.
- Well, if we can't find him,

we need to find the buyer.

Nikki downloaded everything from
that night onto her hard drive.

The face of every guest at that party.

That's our list of potential buyers.

I already have our cyber team
processing her computer.

Mac, I know you asked for some time,

but this requires somebody
who can handle a biologic.

The clock's ticking.

We need you.

MacGYVER: The
Department of External Services.

DXS for short.

Our job is simple:

protect the U.S. interests
domestic and abroad.

But we do it differently than
any other intelligence agency

in the world, because
no one knows we exist.

Yeah, man, it's good to be back.

Patti, bring it in.

Director Thornton. And human resources

is still on the third floor,
in case you need a refresher.

No, I'm... I'm good with that.

MacGYVER: Nikki's laptop
give us anything?

Not yet. We hit a wall of encryption

that even our guys can't crack.

She was good.

So good. But I think we're
gonna burn through the window

we have to stop the sale.

Mm, maybe not.

Maybe not.

Care to elaborate?

Yeah, but, uh, you're not gonna like it.

Director Thornton.

This is the young lady that's supposed

to be as good as Nikki?

MacGYVER: Jack,

there's nothing here but black marker.

Which means it's one hell
of a r�sum�, am I right?

And how do you know her?

You know, I don't want to know.

So, can you help us?

Is there anything you want to say to me?

You help us out, I'll put in
a good word with the judge.

That's not what I'm talking about.

A reduced sentence. That
should wipe the slate clean

- between us.
- No, it doesn't.

Look, whatever's going
on between you two,

can we put it aside right now?

We have a serious problem, and, Riley...

we could use your help.

What exactly do you do, Mr. MacGyver?

You know how you hack computers?

Well, I hack everything else.

I thought you said
you sold bathroom tile.

Do I look like I sell bathroom tile?

No.

You don't look that smart.

When we met, I was CIA.

The people I work for now,

the CIA doesn't even know they exist.

So you're DXS?

I told you she was good.

I need to ask you something.

Are you guilty of the crimes
that put you in here?

Mr. MacGyver, have you
ever done anything

to help someone,
knowing it might hurt you?

Well, that's why I'm here.

Yes, I am guilty.

And if I had to do it
all over again, I would.

Good.

You're coming with us.

Seriously?

You have a unique
skill set we can utilize.

Is it gonna be dangerous?

Our last analyst was murdered
three months ago.

Not the ideal recruitment slogan.

What, you think it's gonna be
any easier for you in here?

I'll take it over coffee
with you any day.

I don't even drink coffee...

Hey. You two are on
time-out from now on.

If I help you, I
want a reduced sentence.

Like, zero days.

And access to tech.

Unsupervised.

I can't do that.

DXS can move Christmas.

I'm not making any promises.

And if I say no?

Ms. Davis...

...you've already said
you're the kind of person

who would do the right thing.

So, you can spend the next five years

in a five-by-six hole
wishing you had said yes,

or you can do the right thing now

and thank me later.

So, what's it gonna be?

Are you insane?

This is supposed to be an
interview, not a jailbreak.

Oh, you know how this works.
I use the tools around me.

This woman just
happens to be the one I need

to succeed in this mission.
Or, if you prefer,

I can let a 30,000-year-old
weaponized virus

kill everyone on the planet.

I didn't think so.

Never seen encryption like this before.

I've been trying to extract
her private key,

but this thing has more
logic bombs in it than Stuxnet.

I mean, if we're not super careful,

we could easily destroy...

Whoa, whoa! What the
hell are you doing?!

Why interrogate the prisoner

when you can just look inside her brain?

We'll scan the data as read-only,

then search the disk image
to extract the key.

Bypassing all the logic bombs.

I thought you said
this was gonna be hard.

Facial recognition could
take a few minutes.

You guys got anything to eat?

After you're done.

You two suck.

Are you really not
gonna be talking to me?

MacGYVER: Jack.

Jack.

What in the world

is going on between you two?

Okay, I might have... dated her mom.

That's what she's mad at you about?

You know what, never mind.
I'd be pissed at you, too.

No, no, no, no, no.

Dating her mom's
not the problem. No, no.

Riley doesn't know it,

but her old man was an abusive ex.

He comes over one night,
starts throwing her mom around,

so I tuned him up.

And then he goes and he tells her

that-that I was jealous.

So, tell her the truth.

Come on, man. Who's she gonna believe?

Me or dear old dad?

All right.

Secret agents, gather round.

I got your jam.

This is the background of all
the buyers that Nikki recorded.

Son of a bitch was at the party.

You don't remember seeing him?

There was a lot of people.

He must have slipped out
before I got into the safe.

- Who is he?
- That's the guy who shot Mac

and killed our friend Nikki.

His name is John Kendrick.
Can you find him?

According to this, the guy's
on eight watch lists.

If he's still in the wind at this point,

I highly doubt we're gonna be able...

Can you zoom in on his left wrist?

Yeah.

What do you see, Mac?

MacGYVER: Time zone.

His watch is set to nine hours earlier.

The West Coast of the U.S.

is nine hours earlier than Lake Como.

I might be able to
find him using a Shodan Map.

See? I told you she was good.

What-what's a... what's a Shodan Map?

A map of every digital device
connected to the Internet.

Using this, I can access

every traffic cam,

ATM cam and unsecured surveillance cam

on the West Coast.

Is that real? Doesn't sound real.

I'm inputting Kendrick's photo
and running an image search.

Got him.

He's in San Francisco.

This feed is live.

He's not the only one there. Look.

There's Benjamin Chen.

He was one of the potential buyers.

Last whereabouts: San Francisco.

Interesting.

Benny boy's a Chinese national.

Former military.

This charmer was disavowed

by his own government and has
an incredibly documented

hatred for all things Uncle Sam.

Guy sounds lovely.

You said this is a live feed.

Can you follow him?

If Kendrick is in
California to meet Chen,

that means we only have a few hours.

You have to get there and stop the sale.

- What about me?
- Your work here is done.

So what? You drop me
off at the gift shop,

then take me back to prison?

I'd like her to come with us.

And I'd like to see you
wear a clean shirt,

but unfortunately, we can't
always get what we want.

All due respect, ma'am, we
do need a new field analyst.

- She's a hacker.
- Titles really don't matter to me.

She's our
responsibility until this is all over.

And if the virus is
released, we're all gonna die anyway,

so I mean... what's the big deal?

All right, since we're gonna die anyway.

Get yourselves to San Francisco.

So how are we gonna find this guy?

No way he checked in
under his real name.

You know, she's right.

We don't have time to
search room by room.

We'll make him come to us.

How are we gonna do that?

Tinfoil.

He's kidding, right?

Oh, my man never jokes about tinfoil.

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MacGYVER: That old saying,

?Where there's smoke, there's fire,?

isn't always true.

Sometimes, where there's
smoke, there's just smoke.

Muriatic acid mixed with
ammonia and tinfoil

creates a chemical reaction
that releases a lot of smoke

with absolutely no other by-products.

Please, everyone, move to the exits.

Please, everybody, proceed to the exits.

Nikki?

Jack!

Jack!

Nikki!

Oi, MacGyver.

Well, I guess this is the end

of your silly game of
hide-and-seek, MacGyver.

You all right?

Mac?

Mac, where you going?

What are you looking for?

It's over, man. We got him.

No, it's not.

Nikki's alive.

What do you mean Nikki's alive?

I saw her. She was with Kendrick.

They've been in on this together.

Whoa, guys, time-out.
Are you talking about

the same dead Nikki?

Your girlfriend Nikki?

Yeah.

How is that possible?

We're about to find that out.

That's for making us think
Nikki was dead and for trying

to kill my friend here.

Where's the virus?

Oh, I got your attention now?

Nikki has the virus. I
don't know where it is.

Because you're a bad guy,

I'm gonna reserve my right
not to believe anything...

...that you say.

Nikki wanted to meet the buyer alone.

She thought it would
be safer if we met up

after the transaction. I swear.

?I swear?? Really?

Why do guys like you always

try to convince guys
like me that you're honest?

Hey, look at me.

You're not honest.

That's why you got another tool

between your legs right now.

What did you do to get
Nikki to cooperate?

What did you threaten her with?

I didn't.

Nikki would never do this

unless you had something on her.

Look for a bank account in Prague

in her mother's name.

You'll find $5 million in there.

When you shot her,

the first round was a blank.

She insisted we make her
disappear after the transaction.

It was non-negotiable.

And me?

She wanted you unhurt, but hey...

she understood it might
get messy, if necessary.

You got enough?

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Every phoneme in the English language.

What did you do?

Check the last call on that.

It's going to be Nikki.

Eliza Pittsinger.

I would have chose

Beyonc� as an alias, but hey...

Call her.

We shouldn't be talking right now.

I took care of your friends.

They're not going to be
bothering us anymore.

Don't call me again.

I'll see you in New York.

Sorry.

Call was voice over
IP, routed using TOR.

No way to trace it.

There were planes in the
background. She's at an airport.

All right, I'll look for cell towers

at San Francisco International.

No, no, she's not at SFO.

Those engines were too
small to be commercial.

I heard a Bell Ranger.

I think we're looking
for a private airport,

one that services planes

and choppers.

Got something.

It's in San Carlos,
ten minutes from here.

Call Thornton, tell her
to ground all airplanes

in the area. We can't let
that virus leave the city.

Hang on.

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Mac!

Yeah, I see it.

Where's Mr. Wizard going?

I think he's going to stop that thing.

How's he gonna stop an airplane?

MacGYVER: Yeah, I
know what you're thinking.

This is insane. And guess what?

I'm afraid of heights.

But, this is one of
those man-up moments

in my line of work,

that sometimes can't be avoided.

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All right, we got a problem.

Landing gear retraction has failed.

Manual is not responsive either.

San Carlos Airport control,

this is X-RAY-7
requesting emergency landing.

Hey!

Congratulations.

Your friend just beat you in
the mad dog crazy department.

I'm glad you're talking to me again.

Don't get cocky.

You're the only other one here.

Good point.

Come on, come on.

Drop the gun, Nikki.

Now! Or I swear to God,

I will put one in you
for real this time.

You want to shoot him,

you're gonna have to go through me.

Go ahead.

You already had me killed once.

Where's the virus?

Where is it?

Tear this place apart.

You got it.

Was everything a lie?

Not us.

MacGYVER: Then why?

I thought you died
trying to do something good.

You were always the hero, Mac.

Not me.

It's not here, is it?

Guys, stop looking.

She already sold it.

So, Nikki's alive.
Benjamin Chen is in the wind

and we don't know when

or where he's gonna unleash that virus.

- I know it looks bad...
- Bad?!

Jack, bad is when you accidentally

run over your neighbor's dog.

This is a damn
catastrophe of biblical proportions.

Eliza Pittsinger.

I would've chose Beyonc�
as an alias, but hey.

It's here. The target's San Francisco.

Chen's planning on releasing
the virus here, isn't he?

You're wrong.

It's Tokyo.

Oh, you're lying.

Eliza A. Pittsinger.

I saw it on Kendrick's phone,

but I didn't realize it until now.

Pittsinger wrote a poem
in 1907 on the anniversary

of the San Francisco earthquake.

Over 3,000 people died in the fires.

Sometimes a purge is necessary
to fix what's broken.

Don't pretend this was about ideology.

You did this for a payday.

Mac, did you ever ask yourself

why our government wants that weapon?

What are they planning on doing with it?

We're running out of time here, Mac.

Even if you find it,
the people I work for

will stop at nothing to get it back.

We'll see about that, won't we?

No more games. Where's Chen?

You should leave.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

I'm not going anywhere

and neither are you.

So, Chen will release the virus here,

then we'll both die.

So what's it gonna be?

There it is... the truck
Nikki said Chen was driving!

Yeah, I got him.

MacGYVER: Uh,

Jack, we got a problem.

What kind of problem?

The kind you don't want
to be anywhere near.

Chen's using an I.E.D. to send

the virus airborne. It'll kill millions.

Well, can you stop it?

I don't know.

You should probably
get out of here, though.

Ah, you know I'm not gonna do that.

If you go kaboom, I go kaboom.

This is what the Army trained you for.

You can do this in your sleep.

Yeah, okay, I can do
without the pep talk right now.

Okay, that's cool.

Just trying to do my part, you know.

Great.

That doesn't sound very encouraging.

Yeah, well, you know
how you always have to pick

between cutting the
blue wire and the red wire?

- Yeah?
- Well, I've got about

12 wires down here

and they're all green.

Well, you better pick one quick.

Someone's coming down the chimney

and it ain't Santa Claus.

Hey, Mac!

I'm a little busy right now.

Catch!

That's not exactly what I had in mind.

Thanks.

Yeah, save it for happy hour.
You still have work to do.

Mac, talk to me.

Stopping the bomb
is out of the question.

Then get the virus and get out of there.

- Mac?
- I got it.

Good.

Now jump!

I can't risk shattering the container

and releasing the virus.

Although the alternative

isn't any better.

30 seconds on the clock.

D.I.Y. or die.

Take one canvas top,

add some tie-downs,

little wind resistance,

and you got yourself a parachute.

Mac!

- You all right?
- Yeah.

You okay?

Oh.

My man, saving the world in style!

Good job, brother.

Mac?

Yeah. Are you busy, kemosabe?

I told him to knock.

We're family. Family don't knock.

Am I right, Bozer?

Jackie boy, what's happening, man?

I haven't seen my bestie in awhile.

- Ah, we're gonna change that.
- You look good, son.

Uh, not as good as
her, though. Excu-excuse me.

Now, who is this little ing�nue?

Yeah, Riley meet Bozer.
Bozer meet off-limits.

MacGYVER: Riley just joined our, um,

I.T. Department a week ago.

Cutie.

You do any acting?

I'd love to put you in my movie.

Baller, you better get to work.

Those fries won't cook themselves.

Oh, yeah.

This is gonna be fun.

All right, I'll catch you
all think tank geeks later.

And you, Jack.

So, check it out.

Boss lady says we can keep
this little rascal right here.

Can you not refer
to me like I was a pet?

Hey, remember, you're still
on probation, little lady.

Yeah, thank you for
reminding me for the sixth time

in the last half hour.

You're welcome.

You, uh, you doing all right there, pal?

I will be. Okay.

First of all, I just,
I wanted to thank you.

You're welcome.

No, seriously, you...

you said if I did the right thing,

I'd be thanking you later.

And this is later.

So... thanks.

Second, what's this?

I think you've asked enough
questions for now, right?

This we got in Cairo.

You were in Cairo?

- No.
- Yeah.

Can't wait to hear that story.

Guys, Cairo can wait.

Oh, Director Thornton.

What are you doing here?

As of 24:00 hours,
we're shutting down DXS.

What Nikki did
compromised our covert operation,

so we're folding up the tent

and moving on all think tank
personnel, tactical support

and your team to a new location.

Same job, new name.

And you get to pick it.

I like the Three Amigos.

That means three guys.

Uh, you should brush up on your Spanish.

My second choice...

...Thunder Stallions.

Mm.

Phoenix.

Come on, bro.

We don't want to name our new
super crew after a bird.

Not just any bird.

In ancient mythology, the
Phoenix rose from the ashes

stronger than it ever was.

That's us.

I like it.

Me, too.

To the Phoenix.

Foundation.