MacGyver (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Rising - full transcript
Special agents Angus MacGyver and Jack Dalton join forces to recover a missing bio-weapon, with the ability to destroy hundreds of thousands of people with one single drop.
(engine revs)
♫
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.
(device beeps)
(men shouting in Arabic)
Jack?
(gunshots, men grunting)
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.
NIKKI: What are you doing?
We're gonna need a
fingerprint to access that safe.
JACK: 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.
(metal detector beeps)
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.”
♪ Two can keep a secret ♪
♪ But you know that's only true ♪
♪ When one of them is dead... ♪
NIKKI: 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.
NIKKI: All right, Mac, you're up.
(man speaks Italian)
(MacGyver speaks Italian)
(man and MacGyver speaking Italian)
NIKKI: When did you
learn to speak Italian?
MacGYVER: When you said yes to Rome.
(waiters chattering urgently in Italian)
♫
(urgent chattering
continues in other room)
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.
- (electrical static humming)
- The stronger the magnet,
- (high-pitched feedback)
- the stronger the interference.
Jack, you got company.
(speaking Italian)
Hey, is this George Clooney's house?
(man speaks Italian)
Quick selfie for the
girlfriend. Here we go.
Right there. Smile.
The art here is magnificent.
♫
(clicking)
(heavy clicking)
Uh, Nikki, are you seeing this?
NIKKI: Yeah.
Full handprint biometrics.
We got bad intel.
That print you lifted is useless.
So, uh, what's plan “B”?
Same as always.
BOTH: Improvise.
Nikki, I need you to watch my six.
NIKKI: Always do.
JACK: 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 voilà.
Well, it's not nuclear.
That's good.
It looks biological.
That's not good.
(alarm beeping)
- Oops.
- JACK: “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!
(alarm continues beeping)
Oh, come on, this isn't fair.
(grunts)
(alarm continues beeping)
(guests exclaiming)
(man shouting in Italian)
(grunts)
(guests screaming)
(gunfire continues)
Jack, start the boat!
Start the damn boat!
Go, go, go!
(bullets ricocheting)
(gunfire continues)
JACK: I think we got
a problem here, Mac.
Check it out.
(engine sputtering)
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.
- (gunfire continues)
- 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?!
(explosion)
(coughs)
(both chuckling)
Nikki. (coughs)
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.
(grunts)
(Nikki coughing)
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.
(grunts)
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.
(gasps)
(sputtering)
♫
(panting)
♫
(gunshot echoes)
(”The Heat” by The
Bones of JR Jones plays)
♫
Bozer.
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.
- (laughs)
- Hey, don't make me
beg for it, all right?
I made you waffles from scratch.
(laughs): 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.
(grunts)
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...
(whispers): 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.
(people coughing, gasping)
Please... if anyone is getting this,
please, we need help.
(coughing)
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.
(clears throat) 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.
JACK: 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?
THORNTON: 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.
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 résumé, am I right?
And how do you know her?
(chuckles)
You know, I don't want to know.
(over intercom): 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.
(snorts quietly)
JACK: 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.
- (scoffs)
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.
(clears throat)
So, what's it gonna be?
THORNTON: 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.
RILEY: 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.
- (chuckles)
- (stammers)
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.
THORNTON: 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.
THORNTON: 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.
(computer trilling)
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.
THORNTON: 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.
RILEY: 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.
(grunts)
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.
(alarm blaring)
(clamoring)
MAN: Please, everyone,
move to the exits.
MAN 2: Please, everybody,
proceed to the exits.
Nikki?
Jack!
Jack!
(alarm blaring)
(panting)
(grunts)
Nikki!
(engine starts)
Oi, MacGyver.
Well, I guess this is the end
of your silly game of
hide-and-seek, MacGyver.
(grunts)
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.
- (gun cocks)
That's for making us think Nikki
was dead and for trying
to kill my friend here.
Where's the virus?
(Jack grunts)
(nail gun fires)
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...
- (gun fires)
- ...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?
Every phoneme in the English language.
- (tape stretches)
- What did you do? (growls)
Check the last call on that.
It's going to be Nikki.
(Riley scoffs)
Eliza Pittsinger.
I would have chose
Beyoncé as an alias, but hey...
Call her.
(phone dialing)
(line ringing)
NIKKI: We shouldn't
be talking right now.
- (typing rapidly)
- I took care of your friends.
(helicopter blades whirring)
They're not going to
be bothering us anymore.
NIKKI: Don't call me again.
I'll see you in New York.
(phone beeps)
(computer beeping)
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.
(computer beeping)
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.
(tires screeching)
(horns honking)
- Hang on.
- (tires screeching)
Mac!
Yeah, I see it.
Where's Mr. Wizard going?
I think he's going to stop that thing.
(panting)
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.
(knife clicks)
CO-PILOT: All right, we got a problem.
Landing gear retraction has failed.
Manual is not responsive either.
PILOT: San Carlos Airport control,
this is X-RAY-7 requesting
emergency landing.
Hey!
RILEY: 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.
(grunts)
(door opens)
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?
(sighs)
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.
(exhales) 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
Beyoncé 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.
♫
♪ Some folks are born
made to wave the flag ♪
♪ Ooh, they're red, white and blue ♪
♪ And when the band
plays “Hail to the Chief” ♪
♪ Ooh, they point the
canon at you, lord ♪
♪ It ain't me, it ain't me ♪
♪ I ain't no senator's son, son ♪
♪ It ain't me, it ain't me ♪
♪ I ain't no fortunate one, no ♪
♪ Some folks are born
silver spoon in hand ♪
(grunts)
(speaks Mandarin)
♪ Lord, don't they help themselves, oh ♪
♪ But when the tax man comes ♪
♪ To the door ♪
♪ Lord, the house looks
like a rummage sale, yeah ♪
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.
JACK: 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.
(beeping)
(grunting)
Hey, Mac!
I'm a little busy right now.
Catch!
(gagging)
(beeping continues)
That's not exactly what I had in mind.
Thanks.
Yeah, save it for happy
hour. You still have work to do.
(beeping continues)
Mac, talk to me.
Stopping the bomb is
out of the question.
Then get the virus and get out of there.
(rapid beeping)
- 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.
(car horn honking)
(rapid beeping)
(explosion)
(distant sirens wailing)
(explosion)
(sirens wailing)
Mac!
- You all right?
- Yeah.
You okay?
Oh. (laughing)
My man, saving the world in style!
Good job, brother.
♫
JACK: Mac?
Yeah. Are you busy, kemosabe?
RILEY: 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.
- JACK: Ah, we're gonna change that.
- BOZER: You look good, son.
Uh, not as good as her,
though. Excu-excuse me.
Now, who is this little ingénue?
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.
(laughs): Oh, yeah.
This is gonna be fun.
All right, I'll catch you
all think tank geeks later.
And you, Jack.
(chuckles)
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?
(chuckles softly)
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?
JACK: 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.
THORTON: 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.
JACK: 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.
(laughter)
(indistinct chatter)
♫
(door closes)
♫
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.
(device beeps)
(men shouting in Arabic)
Jack?
(gunshots, men grunting)
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.
NIKKI: What are you doing?
We're gonna need a
fingerprint to access that safe.
JACK: 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.
(metal detector beeps)
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.”
♪ Two can keep a secret ♪
♪ But you know that's only true ♪
♪ When one of them is dead... ♪
NIKKI: 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.
NIKKI: All right, Mac, you're up.
(man speaks Italian)
(MacGyver speaks Italian)
(man and MacGyver speaking Italian)
NIKKI: When did you
learn to speak Italian?
MacGYVER: When you said yes to Rome.
(waiters chattering urgently in Italian)
♫
(urgent chattering
continues in other room)
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.
- (electrical static humming)
- The stronger the magnet,
- (high-pitched feedback)
- the stronger the interference.
Jack, you got company.
(speaking Italian)
Hey, is this George Clooney's house?
(man speaks Italian)
Quick selfie for the
girlfriend. Here we go.
Right there. Smile.
The art here is magnificent.
♫
(clicking)
(heavy clicking)
Uh, Nikki, are you seeing this?
NIKKI: Yeah.
Full handprint biometrics.
We got bad intel.
That print you lifted is useless.
So, uh, what's plan “B”?
Same as always.
BOTH: Improvise.
Nikki, I need you to watch my six.
NIKKI: Always do.
JACK: 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 voilà.
Well, it's not nuclear.
That's good.
It looks biological.
That's not good.
(alarm beeping)
- Oops.
- JACK: “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!
(alarm continues beeping)
Oh, come on, this isn't fair.
(grunts)
(alarm continues beeping)
(guests exclaiming)
(man shouting in Italian)
(grunts)
(guests screaming)
(gunfire continues)
Jack, start the boat!
Start the damn boat!
Go, go, go!
(bullets ricocheting)
(gunfire continues)
JACK: I think we got
a problem here, Mac.
Check it out.
(engine sputtering)
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.
- (gunfire continues)
- 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?!
(explosion)
(coughs)
(both chuckling)
Nikki. (coughs)
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.
(grunts)
(Nikki coughing)
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.
(grunts)
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.
(gasps)
(sputtering)
♫
(panting)
♫
(gunshot echoes)
(”The Heat” by The
Bones of JR Jones plays)
♫
Bozer.
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.
- (laughs)
- Hey, don't make me
beg for it, all right?
I made you waffles from scratch.
(laughs): 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.
(grunts)
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...
(whispers): 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.
(people coughing, gasping)
Please... if anyone is getting this,
please, we need help.
(coughing)
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.
(clears throat) 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.
JACK: 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?
THORNTON: 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.
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 résumé, am I right?
And how do you know her?
(chuckles)
You know, I don't want to know.
(over intercom): 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.
(snorts quietly)
JACK: 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.
- (scoffs)
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.
(clears throat)
So, what's it gonna be?
THORNTON: 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.
RILEY: 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.
- (chuckles)
- (stammers)
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.
THORNTON: 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.
THORNTON: 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.
(computer trilling)
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.
THORNTON: 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.
RILEY: 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.
(grunts)
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.
(alarm blaring)
(clamoring)
MAN: Please, everyone,
move to the exits.
MAN 2: Please, everybody,
proceed to the exits.
Nikki?
Jack!
Jack!
(alarm blaring)
(panting)
(grunts)
Nikki!
(engine starts)
Oi, MacGyver.
Well, I guess this is the end
of your silly game of
hide-and-seek, MacGyver.
(grunts)
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.
- (gun cocks)
That's for making us think Nikki
was dead and for trying
to kill my friend here.
Where's the virus?
(Jack grunts)
(nail gun fires)
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...
- (gun fires)
- ...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?
Every phoneme in the English language.
- (tape stretches)
- What did you do? (growls)
Check the last call on that.
It's going to be Nikki.
(Riley scoffs)
Eliza Pittsinger.
I would have chose
Beyoncé as an alias, but hey...
Call her.
(phone dialing)
(line ringing)
NIKKI: We shouldn't
be talking right now.
- (typing rapidly)
- I took care of your friends.
(helicopter blades whirring)
They're not going to
be bothering us anymore.
NIKKI: Don't call me again.
I'll see you in New York.
(phone beeps)
(computer beeping)
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.
(computer beeping)
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.
(tires screeching)
(horns honking)
- Hang on.
- (tires screeching)
Mac!
Yeah, I see it.
Where's Mr. Wizard going?
I think he's going to stop that thing.
(panting)
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.
(knife clicks)
CO-PILOT: All right, we got a problem.
Landing gear retraction has failed.
Manual is not responsive either.
PILOT: San Carlos Airport control,
this is X-RAY-7 requesting
emergency landing.
Hey!
RILEY: 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.
(grunts)
(door opens)
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?
(sighs)
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.
(exhales) 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
Beyoncé 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.
♫
♪ Some folks are born
made to wave the flag ♪
♪ Ooh, they're red, white and blue ♪
♪ And when the band
plays “Hail to the Chief” ♪
♪ Ooh, they point the
canon at you, lord ♪
♪ It ain't me, it ain't me ♪
♪ I ain't no senator's son, son ♪
♪ It ain't me, it ain't me ♪
♪ I ain't no fortunate one, no ♪
♪ Some folks are born
silver spoon in hand ♪
(grunts)
(speaks Mandarin)
♪ Lord, don't they help themselves, oh ♪
♪ But when the tax man comes ♪
♪ To the door ♪
♪ Lord, the house looks
like a rummage sale, yeah ♪
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.
JACK: 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.
(beeping)
(grunting)
Hey, Mac!
I'm a little busy right now.
Catch!
(gagging)
(beeping continues)
That's not exactly what I had in mind.
Thanks.
Yeah, save it for happy
hour. You still have work to do.
(beeping continues)
Mac, talk to me.
Stopping the bomb is
out of the question.
Then get the virus and get out of there.
(rapid beeping)
- 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.
(car horn honking)
(rapid beeping)
(explosion)
(distant sirens wailing)
(explosion)
(sirens wailing)
Mac!
- You all right?
- Yeah.
You okay?
Oh. (laughing)
My man, saving the world in style!
Good job, brother.
♫
JACK: Mac?
Yeah. Are you busy, kemosabe?
RILEY: 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.
- JACK: Ah, we're gonna change that.
- BOZER: You look good, son.
Uh, not as good as her,
though. Excu-excuse me.
Now, who is this little ingénue?
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.
(laughs): Oh, yeah.
This is gonna be fun.
All right, I'll catch you
all think tank geeks later.
And you, Jack.
(chuckles)
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?
(chuckles softly)
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?
JACK: 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.
THORTON: 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.
JACK: 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.
(laughter)
(indistinct chatter)
♫
(door closes)