MacGyver (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 16 - Hammock + Balcony - full transcript

JACK: Hurry up, man.
My legs are going numb.

You got to pull harder
this time. Come on.

MacGYVER: Why don't
you just suck in your gut?

You made it through fine before.

No, no, that ain't the
problem. It's that gi... Oh!

(groaning) (grunts)

That giganto hard drive we stole

off the Iranian secret police

is still in my pocket. (grunts)

Come on, man. I don't want to
go out like Winnie the Pooh here.

Dazzle me with some
brilliance, will you?



Okay. Okay. This might work.

Pee your pants. (sniffles)

Pee my pants?

Yes. It'll reduce the
circumference of your waist.

I don't care how much

science you throw at me.

I ain't gonna be remembered
as the agent who got stuck

in a wall and peed
his damn pants.

I'd rather you just
punch me in the face.

Yeah, that might loosen me up,

like-like banging a jar of jelly
on the counter or something.

You know, I don't want
to eat my teeth, but like

a short right cross or
something. (siren wailing)

Oh, so much for
getting this done



before the secret
police found us.

Okay, okay, no
more messing around.

(exhales sharply)
Punch me in the face.

I'm not gonna hit you. Come on.

I'm giving you permission.
Just do it! (dog barking)

Mac, they have literally
released the hounds,

and all the parts of
me I care about most

are on the other
side of this wall.

It's a block and tackle.
Put your hands through.

Yeah. Okay. Here
we go. All right.

(shouting in foreign
language) Now, the pipes

are gonna act as a pulley,

increasing mechanical
advantage...

Mac, Mac, I don't care

how it works. Okay? Just pull.

Pull, okay? (distant
shouting, dogs barking)

All right. (Jack yells)

(yelling) (rope squeaking)

(groaning)

Oh! Oh, wait.

Is it too late to pee my pants?

(groans) You don't
need my permission.

(yelling)

♪ ♪

Are you sure about this?

Yeah. Yeah, just pull
and twist, trust me.

You know, when you
asked me to come over

to help you out with something,

I assumed you had a
computer problem, but this is...

extremely weird. No.

Weird is being asked
to lubricate yourself

to get through a
hole in the wall.

What? Forget it. Look, I've
been throwing this shoulder out

since fifth grade. I'm
barely gonna feel it.

Now stop being a nervous Nellie

and just... (bone
cracks, woman yelps)

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

Are you okay? Yeah,
you did great, Janet.

That's not my
name. That's super.

Super. I'll see
you back at work.

Are you seriously not gonna
tell me why we just did that?

Sorry. No, no. It's just...

need-to-know, super spy stuff.

Okay? Later.

Adios. Adios. (clicks tongue)

That means "good-bye." Get out.

MATTY: How's your shoulder?

A little better every day.

I'd still love to thank
the guy responsible.

Any news on Murdoc?

No, not since Henry
Fletcher's body was found, but

our techs are still working
the crime scene for leads.

Knowing Murdoc,
you won't find any.

Are you experiencing

sympathy pains?

I'll have you know

I dislocated my shoulder
practicing kenjutsu.

Honing my skills,

trying to keep this little
team of knuckleheads safe.

So, you hurt yourself
playing with swords,

and we're supposed to feel safe?

Oh, I wasn't playing with 'em.

You know what?
I'm sorry I asked.

Now let's move on
to why you're all here.

Meet Boris Mitrovic.

He's Serbian war criminal

and Interpol's Most
Wanted since 1999.

For nearly two decades,

they've been trying to get
near this guy and have failed.

Then, two months ago,
they caught a break,

and they almost caught him,
but the raid went sideways.

Marko Mitrovic...

Boris' right-hand
man and oldest son...

Was killed, but, unfortunately,

Boris escaped,

and has since fallen
off the face of this earth.

He could be anywhere.

But since he's responsible
for hundreds of deaths,

he is definitely someone that
we would like to have a word with.

Which brings me
to Boris' other son,

Omar.

JACK: Kid looks pretty slick.

You sure he's from that
family of Quasimodos?

Omar is the baby
of the Mitrovic family,

and the apple of
his daddy's eye.

So if anyone knows
where Boris is, it's him.

How do we get close to Omar?

So here's the interesting part.

Omar is not like his
father or his brother.

He rejected the family business,

choosing instead
to spend his nights

and his daddy's dough
throwing lavish parties

at the family's
ultra-secure compound.

Other agencies have

gotten agents in, but the
ones that have gotten in...

They never made it out.

So... you're sending us in next?

Well, fortunately for us,
I don't need to do that.

So, two months ago,

Omar started dating

social media maven Mia McQueen.

Wildly popular, she's
got something like

4.2 million followers
on social media

and a clear aversion
to wearing clothes.

Last week, the
couple tied the knot

in an impromptu wedding
at the family compound.

Because what girl
doesn't want to get married

in a bikini while drunk?

Well, let's not judge,

because their rash decision
just became our big break.

Mia is making Omar leave
the compound to take her

on a honeymoon.

The newly minted Mr. and Mrs.
Mitrovic just booked ten days

at Château Élan: an exclusive,

off-the-grid resort in
French wine country.

This gives you ten days
to go undercover as guests,

become Omar's best friend,

and get him to spill the
beans on his daddy's location.

You know, it's too bad I'm
out of commission on this one.

You know, partying with
the rich and semi-famous...

That's a Jack Dalton specialty.

You were never
going, Dalton, okay?

This is a hot spot for
hip, young couples,

not senior citizens.

That's not very nice.

Don't laugh at
that. (muffled laugh)

Bozer, Riley, congratulations.

You two just got hitched.

Mac, you will be fake-married

to an agent on
loan from the CIA.

Oh. Does this agent have a name?

She does.

Meet Leanna Martin.

Bozer, you might recognize her

from spy school.

Uh... yeah,

I kind of think I
remember her. Great.

Then you can introduce her
to Mac, because she'll be here

any minute.

Ooh. Can't wait to meet
the new Mrs. MacGyver.

Uh, Agent Martin.

Good to see you again.

You, too, Agent Bozer.

Um... Uh...

Right. Great, great. Uh,

I'll just show you
the lab, then. Yeah.

Uh, this is amazing.
You're amazing.

How did you manage to
get assigned here? Me?

I thought you set
this up. Wasn't me.

So either we just
got extremely lucky...

Or someone's onto us.

Does anyone here know?

That we've been secretly
dating, even though

we were directly ordered
never to see each other again

for reasons of national
security? Just Riley.

You didn't tell MacGyver?

I thought he was,
like, your best friend.

He is, but he's
also a terrible liar.

Matty set this up.

Assigning my secret
girlfriend to go undercover

as my best friend's
wife is exactly

the kind of mind
game she'd play.

Wait. We're not...?

No. It's you and Mac, but

at least we get to
see each other, right?

While your boss may or
may not be toying with us

to see if we'll slip up and
expose our relationship

so she can have
us court-martialed?

Sounds bad when
you put it that way. Hey,

I really want to kiss you
right now, but... we can't.

Right?

Right. Of course not.

Okay, let's go get
married to other people.

Now gaze lovingly
into each other's eyes.

♪ ♪

More lovingly. Even more.

♪ I would like to
get to know you... ♪

Come on, guys, think soul mates.

♪ Like to get under
your sexy body. ♪

Bozer, as your wife, I
think we need to have

a chat about your girlfriend.

Leanna is amazing.

Like... wow.

(laughs)

Thanks.

Hey, what are the odds
this happened by chance?

I mean, you think Matty knows

about me and Leanna
and set this up to out us?

Why would she do that?

Maybe she wants to fire me,

but knows doing that
would piss Mac off,

so she's trying to trick
me into breaking the rules

so she has cause.

Uh, I don't know, Bozer.

That's pretty paranoid.

Either way,

you have to pretend like
you're not in a relationship.

Are you sure you're
okay with this?

This is great.

Um, Eskimo kisses.

Do Eskimo kisses. Yes.

(woman laughs)
Yup, totally cool with it.

Hmm. WOMAN: Okay, where's

my other happy couple? Get
ready, lovebirds. You're up.

You're gonna have to work
pretty hard to out-cute these two.

(short chuckle)

So... you two getting along?

Having fun?

Talk about lucking out in
the fake wife department.

She's fantastic, am I right?

(both laughing)

Yeah, I guess she's okay.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

That's not a "nothing" face.

What does a
"nothing" face look like?

RILEY: Bozer?

Get your butt in gear.

All right.

Bitter and demanding.

She's got the wife part down.

Uh, coming, honey!

(Bozer laughs)

(camera shutter clicking)

Oh, boy.

(upbeat French pop song plays)

Hey, would you guys
mind checking in? Yeah.

I kind of want to talk to him.

Thanks.

All right, I just want
to let you know,

I have no intention of
making a move on my wife.

What are you talking about? You know what I'm
talking about. Your spy school girlfriend.

I'm sorry I didn't make
the connection before.

She's incredible, right? Without
risking you punching me in the face,

she's more than
incredible. It's cool.

You know, I can handle my
best and very single friend

spending time with my
incredibly hot girlfriend.

All right, now you're
making it weird.

Nah, man.

I'm good, okay? This
is just an assignment.

It'll be over soon.

Good. Stay focused,

because I think the
assignment just arrived.

Hey, guys, time to
meet the happy couple.

(sighs) Uh-oh.

MIA: It's been so long...
Looks like the happy couple's

not so happy.

Uh, Boze, call my
phone, would you?

(indistinct arguing)
(phone dialing)

(phone ringing) MIA: A weekend?
What, you mean two days?

But you promised!

OMAR: Please,
don't make a scene.

I'll make it up to
you, baby, I swear.

Don't "baby" me. It's ten days.

Ten... days. OMAR: I know...

Are they arguing about what
I think they're arguing about?

Yeah, afraid so.

Omar just cut their trip short.

Looks like our ten-day
window just shrank to two.

Two days to get lover
boy to give up the location

of his terrorist father?

Is that even possible?

With ten days, it was a
long shot. With 48 hours?

I don't know.

OMAR: Come on. We'll
talk about it in the bar.

(Mia huffs)

♪ ♪

That's a big glass of wine.

She's pissed.

MacGYVER: Yeah. Not exactly

a good time to
make an introduction.

Riley, any chance

we could do something digital?

Not gonna happen.

Can't get onto
either of their phones.

Omar's digital
security is stronger

than the four thugs
he brought with him.

If we want him
to talk about Dad,

we're just gonna have
get him to tell us himself.

Well, back to making a
conversation with him, then.

Or...

(over comms): we can
bring the party boy to us.

Hey. This Chardonnay's
great and all,

but y'all got anything stronger?

Oui, monsieur.

We also make our own champagne,

cognac and single malt whiskey.

Perfect. Two shots of whiskey.

Back in my club days,
this was my move.

Get the party started and
let the ladies come to me. Ah.

LEANNA: There were club days?

You had moves?

Bozer thought he had
moves. They never worked.

That's only because
I was dead broke.

Now we got Matty money.

Keep 'em coming. You know what?

Just leave the bottle.
Yeah, just give me that.

Thank you. Yeah, hear.

Are we sure that drinking
on the job is a good idea?

Absolutely not.

That's why I bought this.

Hey, how you doing? Hey.

Oh, eye drops. Nice. Actually,

alcohol dehydrogenase.

And for those who had a
public school education?

Alcohol dehydrogenase
is the, uh, enzyme

that breaks down the
booze in your bloodstream.

But with a few
household items, and...

an hour that I spent
in the lab, I was able

to make enough to make sure
that none of us actually get drunk.

All right.

Cheers?

Cheers.

Cheers. Cheers. By the way,

the hangover's gonna make
you wish you were dead.

RILEY: Here.

Can you play this for me?

Thank you.

MacGYVER: What's that?

You'll see. (laughs)

(lively pop beat plays)

♪ Get set, go ♪

♪ We set the pace,
running the same race ♪

♪ In control ♪

♪ Get set, go ♪

♪ ♪
(lively chatter)

♪ Get set ♪

♪ Get set ♪

♪ Get set, go ♪

(cheering)

♪ ♪

ALL: Cheers!

Do one more.

You want another one?
Come on, one more.

♪ Go ♪

(whooping)

♪ Go! ♪

JILL: So, first you have
me dislocate your shoulder,

then you ask me to
bring you the blueprints

for some random
house in Hancock Park.

I know I'm gonna
regret asking this, but...

what's going on?

Come here.

(sighs)

Does that wall

right there look different
than the others to you?

Yeah. The studs aren't
doubled where it connects

to the load-bearing wall,
so it was probably added

after primary
construction, like...

a remodel.

Then that's where it is.

Where what is?

Her safe.

(knocking at door)

Yeah, come on in,
Elwood. What's up, man?

Got your message.

What's going on? Riley
okay? Your daughter's fine.

Don't worry about
that. I called you here,

because I know you've dabbled
in the fine art of safecrackery.

Am I right?

Who's this?

That's Jane. Jill.

Jane, Jill, whatever
your name is...

It's Jill. Just Jill. Jill.

Great. Fine. Fine.

For the record, my B&E
days are long behind me.

I don't do that anymore. Mm-hmm.

What if it's for a good cause?

What cause?

Yeah, Jack, what cause?

And what safe? And
what is Riley's dad

doing here?

What the hell is going
on? What she said.

I need help breaking into

Matty Webber's personal
safe in her house.

ELWOOD: Matilda Weber?

Riley's boss? The woman who
threatened me in my hotel room?

I don't think so... She
scares me more than you do.

JILL: She's not
just Riley's boss.

She's also mine.

And yours.

Hey. Hey. Might I remind y'all

that y'all both owe me a favor?

What? What?

Yeah, I saved your pitiful life.

And you, you...

dislocated my shoulder.

You asked me to!

Yeah, and a true friend
would have said no.

Why didn't you just ask
MacGyver to help you?

Or Riley? Or Bozer?

Or anybody but me? Because...

if this little operation
goes belly-up,

he doesn't want them getting
in trouble. Whereas you and I?

Totally expendable.

There is something
in Matty's safe

that I desperately need
to see for Mac's safety,

for your daughter's safety,

and for the safety of
everybody we work with,

do you understand me?

So who's with me?

Come on, show of
hands, get excited.

Whoop-whoop.

Oh, great. Good.

Glad to have you both on board.

Now...

I'm pretty sure we need a plan.

(upbeat song playing)

(lively chatter)

♪ ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ You can't stop now, stop now ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ You never ♪

♪ Felt this way before, no ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ Can
you feel the fire burning? ♪

♪ Gonna go all
around, it's gonna go ♪

♪ All around ♪

♪ My head ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ It's never felt so good ♪

♪ Can you feel the fire burning
like you know it should... ♪

(laughing)

You mind if I tag
these? Uh, you better.

Of course. Tagging you.

I'm sending it to you
right now. Perfect.

(electronic chime) So cute.

Honey, you ready?

OMAR: Let's go party, people!

I'm on Mia's phone.

Any luck getting Omar
to talk about Dad? Not yet.

But I invited them to
dinner. We have all night.

♪ I'll show you what you want ♪

Mmm...

Mmm...

(laughing)

(glass clinking)

We didn't get to do any
of this at our wedding,

'cause we got married in a pool.

So let's agree every time
someone clinks a glass,

everyone needs to kiss, okay?

Mm-hmm. Okay.

(laughter) All right. Yeah.

Sounds fun.

Mmm... Mmm...

Mwah.

(laughter) LEANNA: That's cute.

Us?

Uh, yeah, I guess us. Our turn?

(laughter)

Come on.

(laughter) RILEY: Wow.

OMAR: Oh, look at that.

(chatter, laughter)

Or... Yeah. Why not?

Clink again. Why not? Why not?

Let's keep clinking,
huh? Clink it up.

But then we arrived, and
she was so sweet to me.

It was amazing. That is awesome.

That's so sweet.

I met his parents right
before we got engaged.

I was so nervous.

Yeah.

But now his mom and dad

actually like me more
than they like him.

(laughing) Funniest thing.

So, how'd it go
meeting Omar's parents?

Uh, I haven't.

Yeah, his mom's dead. I think.

Oh, my gosh.

Yeah. Sorry.

What about his dad?

I don't know. We've only
been dating, what, two months?

Oh, wow! (laughs)

(exhales sharply)

MacGYVER: So, let
me get this straight.

You cut your honeymoon
down from ten days to two?

Yeah.

Wow. She must've been pissed.

She was. Believe me.

You know, I want
to make her happy.

But I need to keep my
father happy, too. You know?

Oh, yeah, but come on,

what's he gonna do all the
way back home in Serbia?

(Omar chuckling)

Oh, he could do a
lot, even from there.

But he is not back
home in Serbia.

Oh, he's not?

Oh, no.

You wouldn't
believe where he is.

He...

MIA: Did you miss us?

Hey.

(whispering): Let's
go back to the room.

(chuckles)

Perfect timing.
Guys, we are going

to go back to our
room. There is a...

movie we need to watch. (laughs)

And we're doing all of this

all over again tomorrow.
Yeah. MacGYVER: Yes we are.

Sounds good? You know it. Yes.

(laughter) Good night, guys.

Good night. Good night.

Good night.

Seriously? We got
to do this again?

(phone ringing)

(MacGyver groaning)

Oh.

Yeah, hello?

MATTY: Where are you guys?

Asleep, like every normal person

at 6:00 in the morning.

Well, your targets
aren't normal.

They're already up, dressed,

and on their way to go work out.

We just went to sleep,
like, two hours ago.

What are these people made of?

I don't care what
they're made of.

I care what's
inside Omar's head.

You've got 24 hours left
to get his father's location.

So go make it happen. (sighs)

I thought your miracle drops
were supposed to keep us

from getting drunk.
Well, they did.

They converted the alcohol

into the chemical
that causes hangovers.

Like I said, you skip the drunk
and go right to the hangover.

I think I want a divorce.

(chuckles)

I feel like Jack's phone

after Mac builds
something out of it.

Hey.

You guys ready for headstands?

Mm-hmm.

I feel my brain bouncing
in my head with every step.

OMAR: Morning!

Hey. Hey. Glad I
caught you guys.

Yeah. You guys up for
some oysters and vodka later?

They're Mia's favorites.
Ha! What a coincidence.

It's our favorite, too.

We had a raw bar
at our wedding. Ah.

So, is today really
your last day?

Yeah.

But trust me, the six of us
are gonna make the most of it.

You can't stay longer?
Just call up your dad.

Convince him to
let you stick around.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

I'll catch you guys
later, okay? Yeah.

(whispering indistinctly)

Hey, guys, I think Omar

just made us. (phone chimes)

Hey, Mia, you all right?

Definitely just got made.

Omar just texted Mia "Stay
away from our new friends.

I don't trust them."

So now we've got
less than 24 hours

and Omar's not even talking to
us. LEANNA: Yeah, that about

sums it up. We
need a new plan, fast.

All right, honeymooners,
I want to hear your plan

for getting back into
Omar's good graces

and getting his
father's location,

and I want to hear it now.

Hate to say it,
Matty, but I don't think

we're gonna be able to
make nice in under 24 hours.

Maybe we don't have to.

Maybe we can find a
way to interrogate Omar

right here, right now.

LEANNA: We just
need a window of time

where Omar's completely alone.

Let me check their schedules.

All right, looks like
Omar's got a 90-minute

in-room massage in 40 minutes.

Couples massage or solo?

Solo.

Mia signed up for Pilates.

Nice. Looks like we
found our window.

BOZER: With Omar's
goons posted up

outside his suite? Exactly:

outside his suite.

Leaving me and
Omar all alone inside.

You? Who says you're going?

Omar booked a female masseuse.

And Riley's got to be our eyes.

Plus, I was number one
for interrogation in our class.

Yeah... I remember.

Okay, but we still
got two problems:

one, what's to stop Omar

from yelling for his
guards once you start

asking questions? And
two, how you gonna get

that kind of sensitive intel
out of him in just 90 minutes?

Actually, I think I
just solved both.

I just need some stuff
from housekeeping.

Time?

88 seconds.

You still got it, you old crook.

Sure this is the same
model Matty has?

It's, uh, kind of important.

Yeah, 100%. JILL: You
know what else is important?

Finding a way to beat
Matty's security system

that was installed by the
same company that did

the CIA headquarters.

Jack, there's no way I
can wipe her cameras

or stop her alarms

using an off-the-shelf
laptop. Yeah,

that's exactly why
we're not gonna use

an off-the-shelf laptop.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no. Y...

Absolutely not. Come on, Janet.

The Phoenix has all the
computing power we need.

Yeah, but I'd have to
be in the lab to use it.

At Phoenix. Where Matty works.

I'm not saying there's
not gonna be a risk,

but it's the right thing
to do, believe me.

Says no one, ever,

when contemplating a crime.

Since when are you a member
of the ethics police, Elwood?

I second his concern. Guys...

w-would Maid
Marian and Little John

turn their back on Robin Hood?

So, in this scenario,

you get to be the
hero, huh? Uh, yeah.

And Matty is the
Sheriff of Nottingham?

Exactly. Look, just
because something's illegal

that doesn't mean it's bad.

We're the good guys
doing a good thing.

And as long as Judy's
in the lab when we

break into Matty's,
everything'll be fine.

Relax. Come on.

All for one and one for all.

Do you think he knows that's...

(quietly): Don't tell him.

Am I gonna interrogate
Omar or clean his room?

Technically, with this chloroform,
you could do both. Chloroform?

Won't that just knock him
out? Not if you're careful.

Before sodium
pentothal was invented,

chloroform was actually
used as a truth serum.

It's all about the dose.

Too much, and
you'll knock him out.

Too little, Omar'll
realize what you're doing,

and his guards will come
crash the party. (phone beeps)

Okay, my Mia impression worked.

Concierge believed I was her

and let me cancel
Omar's in-room massage.

Leanna's clear to
swap in as a masseuse.

All right.

Ready to become

a whole new woman?
(chuckles): Okay,

we did not learn
this in spy school.

Nah, this is what
got me in the door.

Before Phoenix, I was
trying to break into movies.

Thought I'd be the
next Steven Spielberg.

Really?

You never told me that.

Well, when you're
trying to impress a girl,

you don't normally want to
bring up things you've failed at.

I hate that you're
going in alone.

I'll be careful.

I'll be on the comms
the whole time.

I promise you I got this.

And I know you've got my back.

(chuckles softly)

All right.

Time for your close-up.

(French accent): Bonjour.
I'm here to give Mr. Mitrovic

his massage.

(wand crackling)

Merci.

Just a little, uh,
aromatherapy to start.

This is a very special
blend of the oils.

Just breathe deep

and... relax.

(exhales)

Whoa.

That's strong.

Okay, guys, Mia's in the gym.

That's 90 minutes on the clock.

How are you feeling?

So relaxed.

(slurring): What's
in that stuff?

Never mind that. Uh...

we are, uh, going to try
a relaxation technique.

Just listen to my voice.

Let the words wash over you

as you sink deeper and deeper.

(normal American accent):
Tell me about your wife.

Mia?

Mm-hmm.

I love her so much.

She's the most important
person in the world to me.

Is Mia the only family
member you're close with?

What about...

your father?

Whoa. Why are
you asking about...

Omar, you can trust me.

I just want to know
where your father is.

Just tell me,

and this will all be over.

I know you hate being
locked away in that compound.

Wouldn't life just be better

if he were out of hiding

and you were finally
free? (chuckles softly)

I'm more like him
than you think.

But your father's a
ruthless war criminal.

A murderer.

Like father, like son.

How do you think

I became second in command?

The police didn't
kill my brother.

Then who killed him?

I did.

MATTY: Okay, this is no longer

an interrogation. This
is now an extraction.

We have Boris's right hand.

We're bringing him in. How
am I supposed to extract Omar

with four armed
guards outside the door?

MacGYVER: All right,
Leanna, knock him out,

then meet us at the balcony,

all right? But it's a balcony.

Yeah, but just go with it.

Hey, Leanna, look down.

Omar's out cold. What now?

Tie one of these
ends to your railing.

What the hell is going on?

Omar? (muffled shouting)

Good work. Do you
think the guards heard?

(guard shouting in
Serbian, door rattling)

MacGYVER: Yeah,
I think they heard.

(pounding, rattling continue)

GUARD: Hello? Hello?!

(door slams open)

Hurry!

Come on. Riley, meet
us in the parking lot

with a set of wheels.
We're coming in hot.

♪ ♪

Well, that didn't go as planned.

It never does. Matty's
working on exfil now.

We'll question Omar on the plane

and try to get his
daddy's location

before he has a chance to run
away. BOZER: Speaking of running,

how's our French
country-style wine truck

gonna outrun Omar's
goons in those?

MacGYVER: Uh...

Oh, I know.

Go, go, go! Let's go, go, go!

Open! Open the door!

Open it!

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

MacGYVER: Okay,
Omar's still out cold.

We got exfil coordinates yet?

There's a airstrip
15 miles north.

Matty's got a plane en route.

Well, once we're
airborne, Leanna can

continue her interrogation.

Ah...

Come on. Guys, stop the car.

Everyone split
up and box him in.

(whispers): Okay, Julie, we're
almost in position. Come on!

Okay, now,

all set, Jules. Cut the alarm.

If you're not gonna get my name
right, just call me Maid Marian.

JACK: Copy that.

Okay. Hey, Elwood, from here
on out, we's using code names.

You call me Little John,
we're gonna go again.

How about Friar
Tuck... Is that cool?

How about we get in, we get
out, and you lose my number?

Yeah, yeah. How's
it going there, M&M?

I turned off the video cameras

and cut her system's
link to the LAPD.

I'm turning off the
alar... Yo, Specs.

I need a thermal sat
view of France, now.

JACK: Hello?

Marian? Did you not
hear the "now" part?

Marian? Hello?

Uh-oh. What? What?

I don't think Marian's gonna
be able to turn the alarm off.

Well, maybe that's for
the best. You said yourself

in order for this plan to work,
we were... She had to be in the lab

for my old plan to work. Right.

Now I got a new plan. Ha-ha.

So what's the new plan, genius?

If we can't slip in without
the Sheriff knowing,

we're gonna have to make
this look like an old-fashioned

smash and grab.

Get to work, Friar Tuck.

(sighs)

The hell are you
doing with that?

Making it look real.

(panting)

Let's go. Clock's ticking.

I don't want to grow a
conscience over here.

No sign of Omar.

Do you guys see him?

Yeah, we can't see anything.

Matty, a little help?

MATTY: Okay, thermal images up.

Bozer, Leanna,
Omar's on your ten

and about a hundred meters away.

There!

On our way.

Um, Director Webber?

Guys, you've got
company dead ahead.

I don't know who they are,
but there are a lot of them.

You've got to grab Omar
before he gets to them.

♪ ♪

(grunting)

Stay there!

Father.

Who are your friends, son?

They're not friends.

(grunts)

You are very beautiful.

For now. Lay a
finger on her and I'll...

(gun slide racks)

Now is not the time
to make a threat,

my friend.

Not before we get acquainted.

I think you two already
know who I am, but...

I don't know who you are.

So, please,

introduce yourself.

Name and agency
will be sufficient.

One way or another,

we will find out.

Perhaps...

a little more pain will
loosen your tongue.

Huh?

MacGYVER: At least he
hasn't found their comms.

Matty, are you getting this?
MATTY: Every word, Mac.

Okay, speech recognition
confirms that's the voice

of Boris Mitrovic. So, Omar

was using his
honeymoon as a cover-up

for a face-to-face
with his father.

RILEY: We can't just stand out here
and do nothing while th... Mac, Riley,

you need to stand down.

You're outnumbered
and outgunned.

I have a tac team in the area.

They're en route
and 30 minutes away.

Matty, we don't have 30 minutes.

You guys charge in there,

I can lose four agents.

And if we don't,
then you lose two.

Riley, stay here on comms

so the Phoenix tac
team can actually find us.

And whatever you do,
don't go near that cabin.

Did he just do that thing

where he runs off
without sharing his plan?

Yep.

Never gets less annoying.

(grunts)

I used to cook
sarma for my boys.

Traditional, passed
down from my father to me.

From me to them.

Marko,

my firstborn,

he loved it the most.

OMAR: Enough.

Let me kill them now.

Patience.

Dead, they cannot tell
us what I want to know.

Though...

we only need one to
tell us who sent them.

So, kill whichever one

you want.

(knocking at door)

GUARD: Who are you?

MacGYVER: Hey.

I'm MacGyver.

OMAR: He's with these
two. They're working together.

Hey, Omar. How you doing?

Better than Mia, I imagine.

We have your wife.

My people scooped her up
after your security abandoned her

to chase after you.

But, don't worry,

you can get her back as
long as you're willing to deal.

The answer is no.

(chuckles) No deal.

OMAR: Hold on.

What kind of a deal?

A trade.

I give you back
your beautiful wife.

You give me my friends

and your father.

Save your breath.
My son would...

How do I know you'll
keep your word?

Omar.

(speaking Serbian)

Hand him over, Omar. Then
the family business is yours.

Omar... LEANNA:
Don't you want power?

I mean, isn't that why
you killed your brother?

(sighs) Omar,

what the hell she
is talking about?

She's lying, Father. She...

Son.

Omar.

Look me in the eye.

Tell me.

Tell me the truth.

Son. Omar...

Yes! Okay?!

I was sick of never being
good enough for you.

(arguing in Serbian)

BORIS: Omar!

(hissing)

(gasping)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

Morning.

I was beginning to think

I had overdone it
with the chloroform.

So you just knocked
everybody out?

RILEY: For eight hours.

You two were holding
hands when we found you.

Paramedics tried
pulling you apart,

but Bozer's fingers
wouldn't budge.

Wait, did the paramedics
tell Matty about...

my fingers?

MacGYVER: I don't think so.

But she did get Leanna a car.

Straight to the airport,
then right back to the CIA.

Sorry. Matty's orders.

RILEY: Oh, Matty also said

to call her ASAP.

Leanna, it was a
pleasure meeting you.

Bozer, good luck
with that phone call.

Well, I'm pretty sure
we're already busted, so...

I guess if we're
both court-martialed,

at least we'll get to
see each other at trial.

Now I kind of hope we
are busted. (chuckles)

(chuckles)

(phone ringing)

MATTY: When I say
ASAP, I mean ASAP, Bozer.

Yes, ma'am. Sorry about that.

So, you and Leanna, huh?

What are you, uh...

what are you talking about?

I've known about you two
since before Riley found

your secret Snapchats.

You have? MATTY: Of course.

Why do you think I brought
Agent Martin in on this op?

What, did you think I
was playing some sort

of twisted head game with you?

Uh, that thought had
crossed my mind. Mm-hmm.

Oh, please, Bozer.

If you ask me, this
whole spy school

"good-bye forever"
policy is just dumb.

We always work better with
people that we care about.

Now get your keister
home, lover boy.

(line clicks off)

♪ ♪

DISPATCHER: 911,
what's your emergency?

Hi. I need to report a break-in.

Okay, ma'am, what's the address?

Ma'am?

Never mind. I was mistaken.

(phones beeps)

Oh. How was your little
couples retreat there, lover?

(sighs) Yeah.

Exhausting. Yeah.

Yeah, well, that's
marriage for you.

It wasn't real. I know
that. How could it be,

with you stomping all
over Bozer's game like that?

That's not cool.

You know about him and Leanna?

I do now. (scoffs)

Oh, come on, man. He's
been drooling all over the place

ever since she got here.

I just did the math.

How's your arm?

Hurts, but it was worth it.

Hey, I want you to
check something out.

Oh, yeah? What's this?

It's a photo of a
document I found.

And just so you know,

the original is
back in Matty's safe,

at her house.

This is Matty's
un-redacted personnel file.

Yep. And check out
what she was doing back

in January of 2000.

This means...

Oh, I think you know
what it means, bro.

Matty lied to me.

She did know my father.

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