MacGyver (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 20 - Skyscraper - Power - full transcript
Mac and Jack attempt to save the son of a billionaire after he is kidnapped by a former Navy SEAL who uses a weapon to cut power and communication lines to Shanghai skyscrapers.
Previously on MacGyver...
MacGYVER: Everything's a puzzle
when it comes to my
father. Always has been.
Look at the numbers
on the tattoo on his arm.
I think he's trying to
tell you how to find him.
(shouting)
MATTY: Need I remind you
what would happen if these people
escape with a handheld EMP?
Drop it. Now!
BOZER: This dude's not
crazy enough to trigger
an EMP while he's still
on the plane, is he?
JACK: Riley! Take the shot!
(beeps)
RILEY: Have you
ever made a mistake
in the field, Jack? Sure.
What happened on that plane
sure wasn't yours.
I hesitated, Jack,
and the guy got away.
That's textbook definition
for "it's my fault."
This mistake ended in the loss
of an EMP.
The next mistake
you make like this
could end in the loss
of everything.
♪ ♪
Hey, Mac!
You home?
Hey, man.
Where you at?
Yo.
(knocking)
Hey, Mac.
Mac, what are you doing?
Hey. You alive?
External force is always zero.
Huh?
What kind of weird
dreams you having, dude?
(grunts) I was giving a lecture,
on the, uh...
Lagrangian formulation
of quantum field theory.
Ah.
To a class full of ten unicorns.
Hmm. Well, aside
from the unicorns...
Which are wicked awesome...
Sounds like a
frickin' nightmare.
(laughs softly) What time is it?
It's 11:00.
What? Yeah, you know,
I-I figured you were
pulling another all-nighter,
looking for your mystery man.
It's been weeks, and you
still haven't found anything.
I'm starting to get worried.
You're burning the candle at
both ends here, and for what?
For what? (hands clap)
Let's go.
Actually, I found something.
Really?
Yeah. What?
A name. Charles Pfeffer.
Who?
Charles Pfeffer.
JACK (chuckles): This is great.
All right.
Let's just go track
down this fella.
Already tried. Turns out,
72 years ago, he got
off a boat at Ellis Island,
got a New York I.D. and
then... well, he just disappeared.
There's no employment
or housing records.
Any living family?
Anything like that?
No. No family, nothing.
Yeah.
I thought I'd made a
major breakthrough.
It turns out it's
another dead end.
What are you talking
about? This is great.
This is just another
bump in the road,
and a good opportunity
for the both of us
to start thinking
outside of the box
when it comes to
looking for your dad.
Did you just find a silver
lining in a dead end?
I'm an optometrist.
"Optimist." Whatever. Yeah.
Matty?
Yeah.
Let's go, we're late.
Unicorns. Really?
Yeah. They were
wicked smart, too.
Hey.
Okay. Now that we
are all finally here,
remember that EMP that we lost?
Of course. Well,
we've just been given
an opportunity to get it back.
After your encounter
with these guys
on the back of that C-17,
the whole group
fell off the grid.
But 12 hours ago,
we intercepted
chatter suggesting
that they're setting up a sale.
The EMP is about
to switch hands.
Do we know who the buyer is?
And what they want it for?
Unfortunately, we do not.
However, we do know
exactly when and where
the sale is going down.
JACK: That looks an awful lot
like a parking garage.
That's because it is a
parking garage, Dalton.
And this particular
parking garage
is located in Seoul,
South Korea.
The sale's being set up for
tomorrow morning at 6:00 a.m.,
which means you four
are wheels-up in 20.
(Jack snaps fingers) Guys.
This is our one shot
to grab that device,
and a bit of redemption.
Make it count.
MacGYVER: Faster,
Jack, they're getting away!
MATTY: Why do I
show you two racing
through Seoul at
90 miles per hour?
Guys? Guys. Hello?
Do you copy?
H-Hey, Matty, guess what?
The buy went bad.
(mouthing)
(sighs) Yeah. Uh,
short version,
it wasn't so much
of a sale as it was
a fatal ambush
where the buyers killed
the sellers and then
split with the EMP.
We're tailing them
now. (horn honking)
Watch it! Good. Whatever you do,
do not lose sight
of that device.
Riley, Bozer, I
need to know exactly
who we're chasing.
Get me intel.
Copy that, Matty.
Just as an FYI, it's a
bit of a mess over here.
I'm not asking you
to clean it up, Boze.
Just search it.
We're on it.
Thanks.
JACK: Riley! Take the shot!
(beeps)
You okay?
Better than he is.
That was him, wasn't it?
You need a minute?
We don't have a minute.
Look, I know this one's
personal for you, Riley.
I remember the way you
felt when we lost the EMP.
It's nice of you to say "we,"
Bozer, but I lost the EMP.
Ever since he jumped
out of that plane,
I haven't stopped thinking about
all the ways it could be used.
All the lives it could
cost if that gets deployed.
That's on me.
Listen, we're gonna get it back.
I know we are.
I never thought I'd get a second
chance to get that EMP back.
I'm not going home without it.
♪ ♪
(tires screeching)
Ooh. Ooh, you know,
these G Wagons can get it.
This is some pretty
precision driving.
Spec ops, ambush tactics.
I don't know who
these dudes are,
but they're well-trained.
(tires screeching)
MacGYVER: That's
the airport up ahead.
And it doesn't look
like they plan on
sticking around
Seoul much longer,
does it? No, it does not.
Put on your safety belt.
It's on. Put it... oh.
(tires screeching)
Well, I don't suppose you
could whip up a set of wings
for this van real quick.
Probably.
But I just thought of
something way faster.
Surprise, surprise.
Hands up, gentlemen.
We are officially
commandeering your vehicle.
Hi.
I'm... really...
really, really sorry about this.
Where are we going?
Follow that plane.
JACK: Let's go!
Fellas, you don't
want to get in here?
Come on.
Hey... (camera clicks)
Hey, there we go.
Hey, don't look at me like that.
When I tell people I was
in a high-speed jet chase,
I'm gonna need
some selfies as proof.
Smile.
Hey, there we
go. (camera clicks)
Aw, that's a good one.
Hey, uh, Matty, any idea
where these guys
are taking the EMP?
MATTY: I've got our techs
working up a list of every
high-value target
that one could reach
with that kind of jet
and a full tank of gas.
Military bases, nuclear
plants, industrial centers,
basically anywhere that an
electromagnetic pulse could fry
sensitive electronics and
have a devastating impact.
I'm using the jet's
current speed and heading
to eliminate certain targets,
but... there's still
dozens in range.
In other words, you
don't know nothing.
Why don't you just say
that... "I don't know nothing.
Your guess is as good
as anybody else's."
If you're trying to
piss me off, Dalton,
you're doing a bang-up job.
Thank you. All right, look,
if we can identify these guys,
it'll help us determine
what their target is.
MacGYVER: Riley, any
luck with the sellers' tech?
Nope, not yet.
The sellers' phones
are heavily encrypted.
I'm gonna need some
more time to I.D. the buyers.
JACK: Riley, Riley,
time is not something we
have in abundance, okay?
A-And quit calling
them "buyers."
Making them sound
all regal and cool.
They're the "shoot
everybody, steal the EMPers,"
that's more accurate.
RILEY: Thanks,
Jack. Very helpful.
You're welcome.
(plane rumbles)
Hey, uh, Matty,
these guys have definitely
changed their heading.
MATTY: Yeah, I see
it. We're recalculating
projected flight path now.
(electronic chime)
JACK: What the hell is that?
MacGYVER: Probably
the elderly couple
whose plane we
just commandeered?
(gasps)
Oh. Oh, oh, my gosh,
I forgot all about them.
I'll go back there and make sure
they know we're not terrorists.
Hold on, I'm not gonna
let you do that by yourself.
Ow! Oh. What are you
doing? Give me that.
I-I just came back here to
tell you guys not to worry.
We're the good guys. Good guys?
Yeah. You're
hijacking our plane!
"Hijack" is a very
strong word, sir.
You forced your
way onto our plane,
you told our pilot where
to fly; what do you call that?
Yeah. Yeah. That's the
definition of hijacking.
Thank you very much,
Merriam-Webster.
What are you, what
are you...? Okay, okay.
M-Maybe we did hijack...
(grumbles) the
plane just a little bit,
but it's a matter
of national security.
We work with the U.S.
government. You understand?
Hey, sonny,
I wasn't born yesterday.
No, sir, that-that's
very apparent,
but it doesn't change the
fact that he's telling the truth.
Yeah? We-we work for Uncle Sam.
We're ex-military... Oh, no.
He's lying, Saul. Hit him again.
That's not very nice. Now,
now, now, you just wait a minute.
You're not gonna do it,
give me the bottle, I'll do it.
Ah, now, now, wait a minute.
Just stop it. If
you guys are really
U.S. agents,
where's your badges?
Badges would be nice...
Yeah, we don't exactly
work for an agency
that goes around handing out
I.D.s, but I promise you both,
we're the good guys. Huh?
Well, why should I believe you?
Because I have a gun
and didn't shoot you.
Now-now that's a fair
point he's making there.
Oh, Saul, are you out
of your mind? It's a very...
What? You're always so trusting.
Stop attacking my character.
Oh, what about
that time you trusted
your friend Gary
to paint the house?
Gary gave me a good deal on that
paint. Because it was lime green.
There's no such thing as a
good deal on house paint.
Oh, g-go away. Yes, sir.
Listen here, Edith, you
stop pushing my buttons.
BOZER: Guys, Riley just
broke the sellers' encryption.
Okay, I got a bunch
of e-mails here
between the sellers
and a potential buyer
setting date, time, place.
This has got to be them.
Anything in there I.D. the
buyer? No, but it looks like
the sellers were
trying to do just that.
They were tracing
the buyers' IPs,
trying to slip them spyware.
They weren't able to figure
out who you guys are chasing,
but then again, they didn't have
access to the Phoenix database.
Matty, you seeing this?
One of the buyer's IP
addresses matches a laptop
Phoenix previously
linked to someone named
Javier Morales.
Morales is a former major
in the Unidad de
Operaciones Especiales,
Spain's version
of the Navy SEALs.
Yeah, I called that.
The way they
took out the sellers
had special ops
written all over it, man.
Any idea why this Morales
would want the EMP?
It's hard to say.
Half his file has been redacted.
The other half is a laundry
list of medals and citations
earned in hot spots on
almost every continent.
But those files
end two years ago
when Morales left the military.
What's he been doing since then?
Well, it looks like he went
into business for himself.
And he's been busy
recruiting operators
from elite units
all over the world.
So you're saying Morales
built himself a dream team
of highly trained operatives?
That's a commando
Legion of Doom right there.
Okay, so now that we
know who we're chasing,
anyone want to guess
where they're going and why?
Guys, Morales's jet just
started gaining altitude.
Can you confirm visually?
Yeah. Matty, these
guys are climbing fast,
but the real question is why.
SAUL: They're gonna jump.
What?
That's a spiral climb.
We did dozens of
them in Jump School.
You got your jump wings.
'69 Fort Benning,
75th Infantry, "C" Company.
Fought about two
tours in Vietnam.
So you were Army Rangers?
Rangers always
lead the way, son.
Yes, sir.
Anyway, I'm taking Edith
to all the places I
wrote her letters from
during the war.
Those guys you're following,
they won't be on that
plane much longer.
He's right, you know.
Yeah, Matty, these guys
are circling which means
they have a specific
landing site in mind.
Well, you're over Shanghai now,
so maybe their
target's in the city.
Mac, Jack, I've got a visual
on six jumpers.
Looks like they're
headed for Dizang Tower.
Guys, track Morales's jet
and have local authorities
meet it wherever it lands.
You don't just halo jump
onto a 128th story building
just to say you did it.
Whatever Morales
plans to do with that EMP,
I think he's about to do it now.
Riley, I need eyes
inside that tower.
Bozer, I need you
to make me a list
of everything in that
building worth all this trouble.
We got to get to the ground now.
We got to get to the
ground, like, right now.
They already have a
really big head start on us.
Let's go, Captain. Get us down.
Sorry to be the lone
voice of reason here, fellas,
but we are nowhere
near a runway.
Well, it sounds
like you just became
the master of improvisation.
Get us down, Captain, right now.
Now.
You and Edith
should get buckled up.
We're gonna put this thing
down and it's gonna get bumpy.
Gotcha. (electronic chime)
(car horns honking)
(speaks Mandarin)
Wow, that was easy.
What'd you tell him?
I told him that your
wife's having a baby
at the hospital. Oh.
Thanks for the ride.
Jack Jr., here we come.
Hey, Riley, we're
about five minutes out
from, uh, Dinzang, uh... Dizang.
We're about five minutes
out from the tower.
Did Morales and the
Funky Bunch show up yet?
I just got into the
tower security system.
Looking now.
Got them.
They're in the
northeast stairwell
heading down.
They just passed
the 100th floor.
MacGYVER: Bozer, how
are we doing on that list
of potential
targets? Uh... good.
A little too good, honestly.
The whole building is filled
with high profile targets.
There's a Japanese embassy,
a military tech company,
six hedge funds,
over a dozen banks.
No way to know what Morales
and his men are gonna hit.
This might narrow it down.
They just exited the
stairwell on the 90th floor.
Yeah, okay, and do we know
what's on the
90th floor exactly?
BOZER: No clue. It isn't labeled
on the building's
public directory.
MATTY: That's
because the entire floor
is a private residence.
Belongs to a man
named Ralph Jerico.
You mean Ralph
Jerico the billionaire?
Yeah, man. How many
non-billionaires do you know
that own their own
floor of the building?
The man's made his fortune
in international finance.
He has homes all over the world,
but guess which
home he's in this week?
The one on the 90th floor?
Bingo. He's in town for the
Chinese Economic Summit.
Yeah, so, what's
the deal, Matty?
Are these cats
working for Jerico now?
Are they trying to help
him steal the EMP? What?
As far as I can tell,
Ralph Jerico appears to be
an honest businessman.
Uh, guys, Morales and his men
definitely don't
work for Jerico.
They just took out
two of his guards.
BOZER: And now they're
putting a shaped charge
on his front door.
So what is this?
Is this, is this a hit?
MATTY: Maybe not.
Jerico's known for
not trusting banks.
He keeps the majority of
his fortune in portable assets,
preferably gold and diamonds.
Looks like he just had a
huge new safe installed
with biometric and
electronic locks.
The kind of lock you need
electromagnetic pulse to beat.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
So this is a heist?
It looks that way.
And I don't know about
you, but I don't want to see
what a man like Morales
can do with millions
in untraceable wealth.
Guys, they're putting all their
electronics in a Faraday bag.
They're gonna blow the EMP.
Hold on to something now.
JACK: Seriously?
They're about to send
this whole building
to the Stone Age.
(Jack groans)
(electronic pulse, whirring)
Heads up, people. An EMP
just went off inside Dizang Tower
and I've got two
operatives inside.
The tower may be
dark, but the city is not.
I want live feeds from
every surveillance,
traffic and ATM
camera in the area
and I mean now. Riley, Bozer,
what's your status?
BOZER: We're 20
minutes out, Matty.
Hey, hey! Pick a lane, man!
You know, uh,
depending on traffic.
Okay, Riley, I really need
eyes inside that building.
We are flying blind here.
Yeah, I'm trying, Matty, but
everything in there is fried.
Every camera, every
television, every computer,
everything we could've used
to get our eyes in
that building is dead.
It would take a
miracle for us...
Okay, then you're
just gonna have to
pull off a miracle, Riley, okay?
Our boys are
outgunned, outnumbered
and literally in the dark.
And our best hope at helping
them survive this is you.
(chatter in Mandarin)
Hey, oh, wait a minute.
So you're telling me all my
great airplane chase selfies
are just gone?
Yes. An EMP doesn't just
turn off the power, Jack.
Oh, man. It burns the
wires right off the silicon.
So, anything within the
blast radius that's electronic
is dead forever.
It's not cool, dude. But, hey,
we're doing silver
lining today, right? Huh?
For once it's not my fault
you need a new phone.
Oh, it's your fault, Angus.
It's always your fault.
All right, so we're 40 floors
below Jerico's penthouse.
Okay, so the elevator is dead.
Morales and his slow bus armada
are gonna have
to take the stairwell.
The problem is
we have no earthly idea
which stairwell they're
gonna take, man.
(chatter in Mandarin)
You know what, I don't think
he's gonna take any of them,
at least not yet. What
makes you say that?
Well, think about it.
Commandos coming
down, fully tacked up,
carrying bags of
gold and diamonds.
Not exactly low profile.
They'll wait for the
stairwell to clear.
Then they'll make their move.
Exactly. Which will
give us plenty of time
to go up there
and head them off.
Yeah. Well, w-wait, hey, man.
I ain't running up 40 floors.
Yeah, you are, man.
Fighting the sea of scared
people the whole way up.
You know what? Actually, it's gonna
be easier if we can see. (groans)
Let me make
something real quick.
Yeah. That's perfect.
Hey, you know what
this is reminding me of?
Hmm?
Huh? (laughs)
You know, I was
thinking about it
but I wasn't gonna say anything.
A bunch of terrorists
taking over a high-rise
so they can pull off
a bank robbery? It's...
No, no, no, wait, wait, wait.
If anybody's gonna
say it, it's gonna be me.
Knock yourself out.
It's Die Hard, baby.
Oh, my God. "Welcome
to the party, pal." Crazy.
(laughing): That's crazy.
Well, hold on now.
Hey. We're still on the mission.
Act professional. Right.
But let's make
Bruce Willis proud.
Let's do it.
(car horns honking)
Hey, Matty.
I think I just thought of a way
to deliver up that
miracle you asked for.
Now, it's entirely theoretical
because it's never been done
on a scale like this
before, but I think I can...
MATTY: Riley, don't explain.
Just type fast because I think
Morales's ride is on its way.
"Come out to the
coast. We'll get together,
have a few laughs."
(whispers): Nice.
(man whistles) (whispers): Hey.
There's nobody here, man.
They must have already
hit the safe and split.
Well, you were half right.
The safe's still intact.
They didn't even open it.
What? Yeah.
Well, if they didn't
grab Jerico's diamonds,
then what'd they take?
(helicopter whirring)
Whatever it was, they're
about to fly away with it.
Exfil wasn't on the
ground, it was on the roof.
The roof?
No way we're making it to the
roof before that chopper does.
(sighs)
Step aside.
(breathing heavily)
(panting)
That worked in Die Hard.
Yeah, 'cause that was a movie.
In real life, skyscraper
windows are heavily reinforced.
Well, I can't tell Riley
we lost that EMP again.
I'm a father figure.
Well, they're gonna be
coming down the staircase now.
(horns honking)
We're not gonna make it,
Matty. We're still two blocks out.
Actually, scratch that.
They didn't make it.
Matty, it looks like someone
just cancelled their Uber.
That's gotta be Mac and Jack.
Which means they just bought
me more time to pull this off.
MATTY: Yeah, true, but
they also just announced
their presence in the building.
Morales and his men are
gonna be gunning for them.
Let's just hope Mac's
plan has a step two.
Knowing Mac, it will.
He just hasn't
thought of it yet.
(indistinct chatter)
(whispering): I think
we just figured out
what stairwell they're in. Yep.
Now we need to quickly,
quickly come up with a way
to stop a commando death squad.
Come on, Jack! What
would John McClane do?
Hey, how about you
lure them down there,
I figure out what they
took, and steal it back?
I love that. Yeah, all right.
Okay, okay. Hey, Morales!
What's the problem? Did
I ruin your little roof party?
I tell you what,
come on down to 87
and we'll hug it out.
Very McClane.
Just a fly in the
ointment, Hans.
Just a monkey in the wrench.
Hey, hey, hey. Just
a pain in the ass.
We don't have time
for the whole thing.
Yeah, sorry.
One, two, three, four, five.
One more step and he's dead.
Okay, we're here, Matty.
Looks like security has
evacuated the tenants,
but I don't see any sign of
Mac, Jack, or Morales's men.
Me either. Riley,
how's that miracle coming?
Uh, Matty,
she just threw open the
door and ran out of our SUV.
MATTY: Well, hopefully
whatever it is she's doing
gets us eyes
inside that building.
I need to know what's
going on in there right now.
Don't do anything stupid.
Take one more step
and I pull this trigger.
Look, no one wins
if the kid gets hurt.
Put the gun down.
I'll do it. Back off. Back off!
Go! Go!
Come with me.
Okay, base antennas are set.
All I have to do is daisy-chain
the surrounding buildings'
Wi-Fi and... Anything
I can do to help?
Pray.
JACK: Riley, Bozer?
Bozer, you there?
Hey, you copy?
Hell yeah we do, Jack.
Where are you guys?
Uh, 87th floor. I-I think
I'm playing cat and
mouse with these hombres.
I just wet-noodled one
and took his walkie. But, uh,
I have no earthly
idea where Mac is.
We, uh... we had to split up.
Did you get the EMP back?
JACK: Well, no, not yet.
What about Jerico's diamonds?
I don't think this is
about diamonds, man.
Jerico's safe was
locked up tight.
Morales must be trying
to steal something else.
I just, uh...
Well, I've been a little
busy to figure that out.
Actually, I think I
may have the answer.
Ralph Jerico just might
be the most heavily insured
person on the planet.
Home, fire, earthquake.
Even a kidnap and
ransom policy he took out
on his only child, Ethan.
As a condition of this
sizeable K&R policy,
Jerico had to agree to chip
his son with a GPS locater.
BOZER: So Morales uses the EMP
to knock out the chip so
the kid can't be tracked.
This is bad.
Because if they get
Ethan out of the building...
JACK: Hell yeah this is bad.
We may never see that kid again.
ETHAN: Hey, let me go!
(muffled shouting)
Hey. Hey. Hey.
You don't have to fight
me. I'm on your side.
(sighs) Okay.
Now, what's your name?
Ethan Jerico.
And if you hurt me,
my dad will destroy you.
First of all, I'm
not gonna hurt you.
I'm here to save
you. You're welcome.
Second of all, your
dad is Ralph Jerico?
Duh! Who the hell are you?
(sighs)
I'm MacGyver. I'm
here to rescue you.
MacGyver? That doesn't
sound like a real name.
Let's see some I.D.
That's the second time today
someone's asked me for I.D.
Look, Ethan, you're just
gonna have to trust me.
(screaming): Help!
(muffled shouting)
Hey, man,
you want the guys with
the big guns to find us?
Aren't you just
another guy with a gun?
No. Kind of the
opposite, actually.
This is all I carry.
(stammers) You know
those guys have guns, right?
Like, like big guns, dude. Shh.
Yeah, I noticed.
Okay, look, I'm gonna
get you out of here.
But to do that, I got to think.
And in order to
think, I need to know
that when I turn my back,
you're not gonna scream.
Or run. Because if you
do either one of those,
those guys with the big guns
are gonna catch you again.
And I promise you
you don't want that.
So... we cool?
JERICO: No, no, no.
I-I know my son's
chip is offline.
I got an alert the
second it happened.
I pay your company
a lot of money to know
exactly where my
son is at all times,
and to keep him
safe at all times.
(phone beeps)
No, no, I-I don't want
excuses. I want answers.
You're gonna tell me
where my son is right now.
Excuse me, Mr. Jerico.
I'm sorry, sir,
but this is for you.
(sighs) This is Jerico. Speak.
Mr. Jerico, my name
is Matilda Webber,
and I work for the
United States government.
20 minutes ago, a
team of six armed men
knocked the power
out in your building
and abducted your son.
Is this a ransom call?
Absolutely not, Mr. Jerico.
I have two operatives
working inside the tower
to save your son,
but we're working
with limited information.
So I need you to
help me figure out
exactly what these
kidnappers want.
Tell me everything that you know
about a man named
Javier Morales.
Okay, if that's
who's behind this,
then... I know
exactly what he wants.
So, Morales is doing all this
to bust his little baby
brother out of prison?
Not just any baby brother.
We're talking about
Rodrigo Morales.
The man is an enemy combatant
wanted by 16
different governments.
He and Javier used to run their
little commando unit together
until Rodrigo got
busted trying to topple
the Nigerian government.
These do not look
like nice people.
How does Jerico
fit into all this?
Rodrigo is currently
locked up in a Nigerian
supermax prison.
Nigeria is also a country
where Ralph Jerico
has significant business
holdings and political clout.
Morales contacted Jerico
asking him for help,
and Jerico refused.
I guess Morales is
done asking nicely.
So one phone call from him
could end this whole thing?
Yeah, which means releasing
Rodrigo back into the wild,
which ain't exactly a good
thing... he's a rowdy one.
Matty, did you at
least call Jerico,
tell him not to make
any phone calls
till we confirm
they've got his son?
There's no sense in giving
Morales what he wants
if he doesn't even have the kid.
I convinced Jerico to
give us a half an hour,
but unless he has
proof that his son is safe
in 29 minutes, 18
seconds and counting,
he will make that phone call.
So, I need to know where
Mac and Ethan are right now.
I know that, Matty.
I'm not stupid.
But I don't know how to find
him if I don't know where to look.
Hey, Matty, remember
that miracle you asked for?
Check this out.
Did you just X-ray the
entire Dizang Tower?
Sort of.
Since every cam in
the building's fried,
I used Wi-Fi signals
from nearby buildings
to build a radar image of
what's going on in there.
You mean like the thing
Morgan Freeman did
in The Dark Knight? Yeah.
Before you ask, that was real.
Yeah, whatever.
Batgirl, use the Bat-thingy
and tell me what
floor he's on, pronto.
RILEY: Unfortunately, this
technique doesn't give us
enough resolution
to make out faces.
But those guys definitely
have machine guns.
And that guy's holding the EMP.
So, if I had to guess,
those two blots heading
straight down an elevator shaft
are Mac and Ethan.
Looks like they're
headed for the lobby.
Lobby!
(grunting, straining)
I'm thirsty.
Can I drink the
stuff in the bottles?
Only if you want
to go to the hospital.
It's not soda, it's hydrogen
peroxide and bleach.
When they mix together,
they form something called
chemical luminescence.
Boring!
So, what, this is,
like, your thing?
You-you make weird
stuff out of other stuff?
That's lame. You're lame!
Hey, maybe try
being slightly less rude
to the guy saving your life.
Tell you what, MacGyver.
When you actually
do something cool,
I promise to be impressed.
Hey!
(both grunting quietly)
ETHAN: Now what?
(MacGyver grunts)
Gotcha.
Okay. Good?
All right.
(grunting quietly)
Go ahead.
(grunts)
Ooh. Yippee-ki-yay...
Shh! Got a kid present. Sorry.
Who the hell is this
old fart? Old fart?
Watch my language?
You're the adult.
Yeah, well, watch
your mouth, Curlicue.
I take that back. Bozer,
I found Mac and the kid.
We're in the lobby;
headed out front.
Pick us up.
(engine revs)
Guys, looks like Shanghai
SWAT just got here.
Yeah, well, in that case,
Matty, tell Jerico his kid's safe.
With four minutes to spare.
(gunshots)
ETHAN: What the hell?
What the hell is going on?
That's not Shanghai
SWAT. MacGyver...
Hey, change of plans, Matty.
Morales's boys
just took the lobby.
And we just lost
our only way out.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
MATTY: Mac, they are securing
every door and stairwell,
cutting off all exits.
Once that is done,
they are gonna go room
to room until they find you.
(sighs) Then I guess this is
where we make our stand.
Well, that's fine with me.
I don't mind making a stand.
But let-let's come up
with a plan so it's not
our last stand. Yeah. On it.
Um... look,
we're gonna get you
out of here, okay?
You're gonna be
with your dad soon.
Not that he'd even notice.
He's too busy flying
all over the world,
building his empire.
Yeah, well, just
'cause your dad's busy
doesn't mean he
doesn't care about you.
ETHAN: He had me chipped
by the same people that
put locators on his cars.
I'm just another
possession to him.
When I was your age,
my dad walked out on me
and he never came back.
And I was angry, just
like you are. So, what?
Now you're gonna tell me
that my dad really loves me
and it's all gonna
get better someday?
No, I'm not gonna tell you that.
I'm just gonna say that
I know how you feel.
It sucks and I'm
sorry. JACK: Fellas.
Fellas, fellas.
No one likes an ill-timed
heart-to-heart more than me,
but we have some very aggressive
company coming this way,
and I got one clip
left for this bad boy,
so unless they attack
all lined up in a row
for me just to take
'em out at once,
this ammunition limitation's
gonna be a problem.
Capisce? That's it.
Huh? Ow. That's it.
Ah? We're gonna take 'em
all out at once. It's brilliant.
Huh? What? Y-You
want to fill us in here?
All right, so...
This is a light ballast.
I need as many of these
as we can find. Okay, okay.
Here. You take that.
You want me to do this?
Yes. Take it. In the lights. Go.
Oh, yes.
JACK: Yeah, uh, obviously,
I understand what
you're building,
as usual, but... but what about
Small Fry here? You know?
It's a teachable moment, here.
I know what a Faraday
cage is, dumbass.
Hey, watch your mouth, kid.
Starting to like this kid.
And, uh, yes, Ethan,
it is a Faraday cage.
Which will shield
whatever's inside of it
from the electrical
energy outside of it.
Obviously.
But I-I don't understand
how a far away cage
i-is gonna stop a group
of highly-trained killers
from bearing down
upon us with...
with automatic
weapons and ill intent.
You let him carry a
gun? Watch your mouth.
It's a Faraday cage,
Jack, and it's not.
It's just gonna keep us
from getting electrocuted.
Electrocuted? Yes.
But I-I thought you said
the EMP knocked
all of the electricity
out of the building. (sighs)
No. It fried all the electronics
in the building. Oh.
The city's electrical
grid is still going strong.
And since we are
on the first floor,
which means...
we still have power.
Oh, good. Let's
kill those bastards.
Easy there, Chucky.
No, no, I'm with him.
Relax. We're just
gonna knock 'em out
long enough for
the cavalry to come.
(tires screech)
You Webber's people?
Where's my son?
RILEY: We don't know.
All right, your half hour's up.
I'm making the call.
ETHAN: Dad?
Dad, I-I don't know if
you can hear this, but...
I got separated from the guys
who were trying to save me.
I'm hiding.
In an accounting
office on the first floor.
Are you there? Dad?
Dad? Are you there?
♪ ♪
What happens if your
Faraday cage doesn't work?
As a friend once said, then
the rest of the day is gonna suck.
JACK: Indeed.
There they are.
Don't move.
Now! Now.
(electricity crackles)
(groaning)
Whoa!
(laughs)
Now that was cool!
Hell yeah it was!
Language. JACK: Hey,
have you heard him talk?
He's a little wolf cub.
Damn right I am. See?
(chatter in Mandarin)
Dad!
Daddy! Ethan!
Oh, gosh!
Oh... Daddy.
Oh...
Oh. You okay?
Yeah. Yeah?
Oh, I thought I lost you.
You probably would have...
if it wasn't for this guy.
That's MacGyver.
He's really weird, but...
he's also kind of cool.
JERICO: MacGyver.
Thank you so much
for saving my son.
Of course. If there's anything
I can do to repay you...
Uh, no.
You don't owe me anything.
Actually, you know what?
There is one thing.
Spend more time with your son.
Make him a priority.
He's a good kid.
He's got a mouth on
him, but he's a good kid.
But for him to grow into the man
that you want him to
be, you gotta be around.
So try not to lose him again.
You may never get him back.
Trust me.
Thank you. See
you around, Curlicue.
See you around, old fart. What?
(laughs) JACK: It's not that...
I got the EMP back!
(laughs) Nice!
Mac fried it to smithereens,
but I did get it back.
Bravo. Hey.
Yes. (chuckles) Bravo.
Yeah, a-and happy
trails, Morales.
I can't believe none of
you guys got that reference.
What reference?
Die Hard?
"Happy trails, Hans!"
Yeah, never seen it, Jack.
Wait a minute. You've
never seen Die Hard?
Of course I've
seen Die Hard, Jack.
(laughs) Just wanted to see
if I could make your
head explode. Almost did.
It was pretty close.
(laughter)
JACK: After today, I
got a whole new respect
for John McClane,
I'll tell you that much.
Should I get the fire pit going?
Maybe order some food?
Nah.
I'm tired.
Gonna hit the hay.
Get some sleep.
Sleep, huh?
Sure you're not just
gonna spend another night
hunting for your dad?
(refrigerator door closes)
Jack didn't tell you?
Photo was a dead end.
He did. But since when has
a dead end ever stopped you?
Fair enough. You got me.
I was gonna go through the
whole dossier all over again.
I just don't understand
why my dad would go
through all the trouble
of sending me the photo if there
wasn't some puzzle hidden in it
I was supposed to figure out.
And then I wonder, why
all the cloak-and-dagger?
If he had something
he wanted to tell me,
why not just pick up
the phone and call?
Well, that question
I can answer.
Your dad always believed
the best way to learn something
was to figure it
out for yourself.
Like the time I
asked for a computer
and he gave me two college-level
books on how to build my own?
(chuckles)
This may sound
weird, Mac, but...
I always thought that stuff
was your dad's way
of saying "I love you."
Never thought
about it like that.
And do you remember
what my dad used to say?
Every night?
"Go to bed. Now.
And if you can't
sleep, pretend to"?
You should really listen to him.
Pops has always been a wise man.
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MacGYVER: Everything's a puzzle
when it comes to my
father. Always has been.
Look at the numbers
on the tattoo on his arm.
I think he's trying to
tell you how to find him.
(shouting)
MATTY: Need I remind you
what would happen if these people
escape with a handheld EMP?
Drop it. Now!
BOZER: This dude's not
crazy enough to trigger
an EMP while he's still
on the plane, is he?
JACK: Riley! Take the shot!
(beeps)
RILEY: Have you
ever made a mistake
in the field, Jack? Sure.
What happened on that plane
sure wasn't yours.
I hesitated, Jack,
and the guy got away.
That's textbook definition
for "it's my fault."
This mistake ended in the loss
of an EMP.
The next mistake
you make like this
could end in the loss
of everything.
♪ ♪
Hey, Mac!
You home?
Hey, man.
Where you at?
Yo.
(knocking)
Hey, Mac.
Mac, what are you doing?
Hey. You alive?
External force is always zero.
Huh?
What kind of weird
dreams you having, dude?
(grunts) I was giving a lecture,
on the, uh...
Lagrangian formulation
of quantum field theory.
Ah.
To a class full of ten unicorns.
Hmm. Well, aside
from the unicorns...
Which are wicked awesome...
Sounds like a
frickin' nightmare.
(laughs softly) What time is it?
It's 11:00.
What? Yeah, you know,
I-I figured you were
pulling another all-nighter,
looking for your mystery man.
It's been weeks, and you
still haven't found anything.
I'm starting to get worried.
You're burning the candle at
both ends here, and for what?
For what? (hands clap)
Let's go.
Actually, I found something.
Really?
Yeah. What?
A name. Charles Pfeffer.
Who?
Charles Pfeffer.
JACK (chuckles): This is great.
All right.
Let's just go track
down this fella.
Already tried. Turns out,
72 years ago, he got
off a boat at Ellis Island,
got a New York I.D. and
then... well, he just disappeared.
There's no employment
or housing records.
Any living family?
Anything like that?
No. No family, nothing.
Yeah.
I thought I'd made a
major breakthrough.
It turns out it's
another dead end.
What are you talking
about? This is great.
This is just another
bump in the road,
and a good opportunity
for the both of us
to start thinking
outside of the box
when it comes to
looking for your dad.
Did you just find a silver
lining in a dead end?
I'm an optometrist.
"Optimist." Whatever. Yeah.
Matty?
Yeah.
Let's go, we're late.
Unicorns. Really?
Yeah. They were
wicked smart, too.
Hey.
Okay. Now that we
are all finally here,
remember that EMP that we lost?
Of course. Well,
we've just been given
an opportunity to get it back.
After your encounter
with these guys
on the back of that C-17,
the whole group
fell off the grid.
But 12 hours ago,
we intercepted
chatter suggesting
that they're setting up a sale.
The EMP is about
to switch hands.
Do we know who the buyer is?
And what they want it for?
Unfortunately, we do not.
However, we do know
exactly when and where
the sale is going down.
JACK: That looks an awful lot
like a parking garage.
That's because it is a
parking garage, Dalton.
And this particular
parking garage
is located in Seoul,
South Korea.
The sale's being set up for
tomorrow morning at 6:00 a.m.,
which means you four
are wheels-up in 20.
(Jack snaps fingers) Guys.
This is our one shot
to grab that device,
and a bit of redemption.
Make it count.
MacGYVER: Faster,
Jack, they're getting away!
MATTY: Why do I
show you two racing
through Seoul at
90 miles per hour?
Guys? Guys. Hello?
Do you copy?
H-Hey, Matty, guess what?
The buy went bad.
(mouthing)
(sighs) Yeah. Uh,
short version,
it wasn't so much
of a sale as it was
a fatal ambush
where the buyers killed
the sellers and then
split with the EMP.
We're tailing them
now. (horn honking)
Watch it! Good. Whatever you do,
do not lose sight
of that device.
Riley, Bozer, I
need to know exactly
who we're chasing.
Get me intel.
Copy that, Matty.
Just as an FYI, it's a
bit of a mess over here.
I'm not asking you
to clean it up, Boze.
Just search it.
We're on it.
Thanks.
JACK: Riley! Take the shot!
(beeps)
You okay?
Better than he is.
That was him, wasn't it?
You need a minute?
We don't have a minute.
Look, I know this one's
personal for you, Riley.
I remember the way you
felt when we lost the EMP.
It's nice of you to say "we,"
Bozer, but I lost the EMP.
Ever since he jumped
out of that plane,
I haven't stopped thinking about
all the ways it could be used.
All the lives it could
cost if that gets deployed.
That's on me.
Listen, we're gonna get it back.
I know we are.
I never thought I'd get a second
chance to get that EMP back.
I'm not going home without it.
♪ ♪
(tires screeching)
Ooh. Ooh, you know,
these G Wagons can get it.
This is some pretty
precision driving.
Spec ops, ambush tactics.
I don't know who
these dudes are,
but they're well-trained.
(tires screeching)
MacGYVER: That's
the airport up ahead.
And it doesn't look
like they plan on
sticking around
Seoul much longer,
does it? No, it does not.
Put on your safety belt.
It's on. Put it... oh.
(tires screeching)
Well, I don't suppose you
could whip up a set of wings
for this van real quick.
Probably.
But I just thought of
something way faster.
Surprise, surprise.
Hands up, gentlemen.
We are officially
commandeering your vehicle.
Hi.
I'm... really...
really, really sorry about this.
Where are we going?
Follow that plane.
JACK: Let's go!
Fellas, you don't
want to get in here?
Come on.
Hey... (camera clicks)
Hey, there we go.
Hey, don't look at me like that.
When I tell people I was
in a high-speed jet chase,
I'm gonna need
some selfies as proof.
Smile.
Hey, there we
go. (camera clicks)
Aw, that's a good one.
Hey, uh, Matty, any idea
where these guys
are taking the EMP?
MATTY: I've got our techs
working up a list of every
high-value target
that one could reach
with that kind of jet
and a full tank of gas.
Military bases, nuclear
plants, industrial centers,
basically anywhere that an
electromagnetic pulse could fry
sensitive electronics and
have a devastating impact.
I'm using the jet's
current speed and heading
to eliminate certain targets,
but... there's still
dozens in range.
In other words, you
don't know nothing.
Why don't you just say
that... "I don't know nothing.
Your guess is as good
as anybody else's."
If you're trying to
piss me off, Dalton,
you're doing a bang-up job.
Thank you. All right, look,
if we can identify these guys,
it'll help us determine
what their target is.
MacGYVER: Riley, any
luck with the sellers' tech?
Nope, not yet.
The sellers' phones
are heavily encrypted.
I'm gonna need some
more time to I.D. the buyers.
JACK: Riley, Riley,
time is not something we
have in abundance, okay?
A-And quit calling
them "buyers."
Making them sound
all regal and cool.
They're the "shoot
everybody, steal the EMPers,"
that's more accurate.
RILEY: Thanks,
Jack. Very helpful.
You're welcome.
(plane rumbles)
Hey, uh, Matty,
these guys have definitely
changed their heading.
MATTY: Yeah, I see
it. We're recalculating
projected flight path now.
(electronic chime)
JACK: What the hell is that?
MacGYVER: Probably
the elderly couple
whose plane we
just commandeered?
(gasps)
Oh. Oh, oh, my gosh,
I forgot all about them.
I'll go back there and make sure
they know we're not terrorists.
Hold on, I'm not gonna
let you do that by yourself.
Ow! Oh. What are you
doing? Give me that.
I-I just came back here to
tell you guys not to worry.
We're the good guys. Good guys?
Yeah. You're
hijacking our plane!
"Hijack" is a very
strong word, sir.
You forced your
way onto our plane,
you told our pilot where
to fly; what do you call that?
Yeah. Yeah. That's the
definition of hijacking.
Thank you very much,
Merriam-Webster.
What are you, what
are you...? Okay, okay.
M-Maybe we did hijack...
(grumbles) the
plane just a little bit,
but it's a matter
of national security.
We work with the U.S.
government. You understand?
Hey, sonny,
I wasn't born yesterday.
No, sir, that-that's
very apparent,
but it doesn't change the
fact that he's telling the truth.
Yeah? We-we work for Uncle Sam.
We're ex-military... Oh, no.
He's lying, Saul. Hit him again.
That's not very nice. Now,
now, now, you just wait a minute.
You're not gonna do it,
give me the bottle, I'll do it.
Ah, now, now, wait a minute.
Just stop it. If
you guys are really
U.S. agents,
where's your badges?
Badges would be nice...
Yeah, we don't exactly
work for an agency
that goes around handing out
I.D.s, but I promise you both,
we're the good guys. Huh?
Well, why should I believe you?
Because I have a gun
and didn't shoot you.
Now-now that's a fair
point he's making there.
Oh, Saul, are you out
of your mind? It's a very...
What? You're always so trusting.
Stop attacking my character.
Oh, what about
that time you trusted
your friend Gary
to paint the house?
Gary gave me a good deal on that
paint. Because it was lime green.
There's no such thing as a
good deal on house paint.
Oh, g-go away. Yes, sir.
Listen here, Edith, you
stop pushing my buttons.
BOZER: Guys, Riley just
broke the sellers' encryption.
Okay, I got a bunch
of e-mails here
between the sellers
and a potential buyer
setting date, time, place.
This has got to be them.
Anything in there I.D. the
buyer? No, but it looks like
the sellers were
trying to do just that.
They were tracing
the buyers' IPs,
trying to slip them spyware.
They weren't able to figure
out who you guys are chasing,
but then again, they didn't have
access to the Phoenix database.
Matty, you seeing this?
One of the buyer's IP
addresses matches a laptop
Phoenix previously
linked to someone named
Javier Morales.
Morales is a former major
in the Unidad de
Operaciones Especiales,
Spain's version
of the Navy SEALs.
Yeah, I called that.
The way they
took out the sellers
had special ops
written all over it, man.
Any idea why this Morales
would want the EMP?
It's hard to say.
Half his file has been redacted.
The other half is a laundry
list of medals and citations
earned in hot spots on
almost every continent.
But those files
end two years ago
when Morales left the military.
What's he been doing since then?
Well, it looks like he went
into business for himself.
And he's been busy
recruiting operators
from elite units
all over the world.
So you're saying Morales
built himself a dream team
of highly trained operatives?
That's a commando
Legion of Doom right there.
Okay, so now that we
know who we're chasing,
anyone want to guess
where they're going and why?
Guys, Morales's jet just
started gaining altitude.
Can you confirm visually?
Yeah. Matty, these
guys are climbing fast,
but the real question is why.
SAUL: They're gonna jump.
What?
That's a spiral climb.
We did dozens of
them in Jump School.
You got your jump wings.
'69 Fort Benning,
75th Infantry, "C" Company.
Fought about two
tours in Vietnam.
So you were Army Rangers?
Rangers always
lead the way, son.
Yes, sir.
Anyway, I'm taking Edith
to all the places I
wrote her letters from
during the war.
Those guys you're following,
they won't be on that
plane much longer.
He's right, you know.
Yeah, Matty, these guys
are circling which means
they have a specific
landing site in mind.
Well, you're over Shanghai now,
so maybe their
target's in the city.
Mac, Jack, I've got a visual
on six jumpers.
Looks like they're
headed for Dizang Tower.
Guys, track Morales's jet
and have local authorities
meet it wherever it lands.
You don't just halo jump
onto a 128th story building
just to say you did it.
Whatever Morales
plans to do with that EMP,
I think he's about to do it now.
Riley, I need eyes
inside that tower.
Bozer, I need you
to make me a list
of everything in that
building worth all this trouble.
We got to get to the ground now.
We got to get to the
ground, like, right now.
They already have a
really big head start on us.
Let's go, Captain. Get us down.
Sorry to be the lone
voice of reason here, fellas,
but we are nowhere
near a runway.
Well, it sounds
like you just became
the master of improvisation.
Get us down, Captain, right now.
Now.
You and Edith
should get buckled up.
We're gonna put this thing
down and it's gonna get bumpy.
Gotcha. (electronic chime)
(car horns honking)
(speaks Mandarin)
Wow, that was easy.
What'd you tell him?
I told him that your
wife's having a baby
at the hospital. Oh.
Thanks for the ride.
Jack Jr., here we come.
Hey, Riley, we're
about five minutes out
from, uh, Dinzang, uh... Dizang.
We're about five minutes
out from the tower.
Did Morales and the
Funky Bunch show up yet?
I just got into the
tower security system.
Looking now.
Got them.
They're in the
northeast stairwell
heading down.
They just passed
the 100th floor.
MacGYVER: Bozer, how
are we doing on that list
of potential
targets? Uh... good.
A little too good, honestly.
The whole building is filled
with high profile targets.
There's a Japanese embassy,
a military tech company,
six hedge funds,
over a dozen banks.
No way to know what Morales
and his men are gonna hit.
This might narrow it down.
They just exited the
stairwell on the 90th floor.
Yeah, okay, and do we know
what's on the
90th floor exactly?
BOZER: No clue. It isn't labeled
on the building's
public directory.
MATTY: That's
because the entire floor
is a private residence.
Belongs to a man
named Ralph Jerico.
You mean Ralph
Jerico the billionaire?
Yeah, man. How many
non-billionaires do you know
that own their own
floor of the building?
The man's made his fortune
in international finance.
He has homes all over the world,
but guess which
home he's in this week?
The one on the 90th floor?
Bingo. He's in town for the
Chinese Economic Summit.
Yeah, so, what's
the deal, Matty?
Are these cats
working for Jerico now?
Are they trying to help
him steal the EMP? What?
As far as I can tell,
Ralph Jerico appears to be
an honest businessman.
Uh, guys, Morales and his men
definitely don't
work for Jerico.
They just took out
two of his guards.
BOZER: And now they're
putting a shaped charge
on his front door.
So what is this?
Is this, is this a hit?
MATTY: Maybe not.
Jerico's known for
not trusting banks.
He keeps the majority of
his fortune in portable assets,
preferably gold and diamonds.
Looks like he just had a
huge new safe installed
with biometric and
electronic locks.
The kind of lock you need
electromagnetic pulse to beat.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
So this is a heist?
It looks that way.
And I don't know about
you, but I don't want to see
what a man like Morales
can do with millions
in untraceable wealth.
Guys, they're putting all their
electronics in a Faraday bag.
They're gonna blow the EMP.
Hold on to something now.
JACK: Seriously?
They're about to send
this whole building
to the Stone Age.
(Jack groans)
(electronic pulse, whirring)
Heads up, people. An EMP
just went off inside Dizang Tower
and I've got two
operatives inside.
The tower may be
dark, but the city is not.
I want live feeds from
every surveillance,
traffic and ATM
camera in the area
and I mean now. Riley, Bozer,
what's your status?
BOZER: We're 20
minutes out, Matty.
Hey, hey! Pick a lane, man!
You know, uh,
depending on traffic.
Okay, Riley, I really need
eyes inside that building.
We are flying blind here.
Yeah, I'm trying, Matty, but
everything in there is fried.
Every camera, every
television, every computer,
everything we could've used
to get our eyes in
that building is dead.
It would take a
miracle for us...
Okay, then you're
just gonna have to
pull off a miracle, Riley, okay?
Our boys are
outgunned, outnumbered
and literally in the dark.
And our best hope at helping
them survive this is you.
(chatter in Mandarin)
Hey, oh, wait a minute.
So you're telling me all my
great airplane chase selfies
are just gone?
Yes. An EMP doesn't just
turn off the power, Jack.
Oh, man. It burns the
wires right off the silicon.
So, anything within the
blast radius that's electronic
is dead forever.
It's not cool, dude. But, hey,
we're doing silver
lining today, right? Huh?
For once it's not my fault
you need a new phone.
Oh, it's your fault, Angus.
It's always your fault.
All right, so we're 40 floors
below Jerico's penthouse.
Okay, so the elevator is dead.
Morales and his slow bus armada
are gonna have
to take the stairwell.
The problem is
we have no earthly idea
which stairwell they're
gonna take, man.
(chatter in Mandarin)
You know what, I don't think
he's gonna take any of them,
at least not yet. What
makes you say that?
Well, think about it.
Commandos coming
down, fully tacked up,
carrying bags of
gold and diamonds.
Not exactly low profile.
They'll wait for the
stairwell to clear.
Then they'll make their move.
Exactly. Which will
give us plenty of time
to go up there
and head them off.
Yeah. Well, w-wait, hey, man.
I ain't running up 40 floors.
Yeah, you are, man.
Fighting the sea of scared
people the whole way up.
You know what? Actually, it's gonna
be easier if we can see. (groans)
Let me make
something real quick.
Yeah. That's perfect.
Hey, you know what
this is reminding me of?
Hmm?
Huh? (laughs)
You know, I was
thinking about it
but I wasn't gonna say anything.
A bunch of terrorists
taking over a high-rise
so they can pull off
a bank robbery? It's...
No, no, no, wait, wait, wait.
If anybody's gonna
say it, it's gonna be me.
Knock yourself out.
It's Die Hard, baby.
Oh, my God. "Welcome
to the party, pal." Crazy.
(laughing): That's crazy.
Well, hold on now.
Hey. We're still on the mission.
Act professional. Right.
But let's make
Bruce Willis proud.
Let's do it.
(car horns honking)
Hey, Matty.
I think I just thought of a way
to deliver up that
miracle you asked for.
Now, it's entirely theoretical
because it's never been done
on a scale like this
before, but I think I can...
MATTY: Riley, don't explain.
Just type fast because I think
Morales's ride is on its way.
"Come out to the
coast. We'll get together,
have a few laughs."
(whispers): Nice.
(man whistles) (whispers): Hey.
There's nobody here, man.
They must have already
hit the safe and split.
Well, you were half right.
The safe's still intact.
They didn't even open it.
What? Yeah.
Well, if they didn't
grab Jerico's diamonds,
then what'd they take?
(helicopter whirring)
Whatever it was, they're
about to fly away with it.
Exfil wasn't on the
ground, it was on the roof.
The roof?
No way we're making it to the
roof before that chopper does.
(sighs)
Step aside.
(breathing heavily)
(panting)
That worked in Die Hard.
Yeah, 'cause that was a movie.
In real life, skyscraper
windows are heavily reinforced.
Well, I can't tell Riley
we lost that EMP again.
I'm a father figure.
Well, they're gonna be
coming down the staircase now.
(horns honking)
We're not gonna make it,
Matty. We're still two blocks out.
Actually, scratch that.
They didn't make it.
Matty, it looks like someone
just cancelled their Uber.
That's gotta be Mac and Jack.
Which means they just bought
me more time to pull this off.
MATTY: Yeah, true, but
they also just announced
their presence in the building.
Morales and his men are
gonna be gunning for them.
Let's just hope Mac's
plan has a step two.
Knowing Mac, it will.
He just hasn't
thought of it yet.
(indistinct chatter)
(whispering): I think
we just figured out
what stairwell they're in. Yep.
Now we need to quickly,
quickly come up with a way
to stop a commando death squad.
Come on, Jack! What
would John McClane do?
Hey, how about you
lure them down there,
I figure out what they
took, and steal it back?
I love that. Yeah, all right.
Okay, okay. Hey, Morales!
What's the problem? Did
I ruin your little roof party?
I tell you what,
come on down to 87
and we'll hug it out.
Very McClane.
Just a fly in the
ointment, Hans.
Just a monkey in the wrench.
Hey, hey, hey. Just
a pain in the ass.
We don't have time
for the whole thing.
Yeah, sorry.
One, two, three, four, five.
One more step and he's dead.
Okay, we're here, Matty.
Looks like security has
evacuated the tenants,
but I don't see any sign of
Mac, Jack, or Morales's men.
Me either. Riley,
how's that miracle coming?
Uh, Matty,
she just threw open the
door and ran out of our SUV.
MATTY: Well, hopefully
whatever it is she's doing
gets us eyes
inside that building.
I need to know what's
going on in there right now.
Don't do anything stupid.
Take one more step
and I pull this trigger.
Look, no one wins
if the kid gets hurt.
Put the gun down.
I'll do it. Back off. Back off!
Go! Go!
Come with me.
Okay, base antennas are set.
All I have to do is daisy-chain
the surrounding buildings'
Wi-Fi and... Anything
I can do to help?
Pray.
JACK: Riley, Bozer?
Bozer, you there?
Hey, you copy?
Hell yeah we do, Jack.
Where are you guys?
Uh, 87th floor. I-I think
I'm playing cat and
mouse with these hombres.
I just wet-noodled one
and took his walkie. But, uh,
I have no earthly
idea where Mac is.
We, uh... we had to split up.
Did you get the EMP back?
JACK: Well, no, not yet.
What about Jerico's diamonds?
I don't think this is
about diamonds, man.
Jerico's safe was
locked up tight.
Morales must be trying
to steal something else.
I just, uh...
Well, I've been a little
busy to figure that out.
Actually, I think I
may have the answer.
Ralph Jerico just might
be the most heavily insured
person on the planet.
Home, fire, earthquake.
Even a kidnap and
ransom policy he took out
on his only child, Ethan.
As a condition of this
sizeable K&R policy,
Jerico had to agree to chip
his son with a GPS locater.
BOZER: So Morales uses the EMP
to knock out the chip so
the kid can't be tracked.
This is bad.
Because if they get
Ethan out of the building...
JACK: Hell yeah this is bad.
We may never see that kid again.
ETHAN: Hey, let me go!
(muffled shouting)
Hey. Hey. Hey.
You don't have to fight
me. I'm on your side.
(sighs) Okay.
Now, what's your name?
Ethan Jerico.
And if you hurt me,
my dad will destroy you.
First of all, I'm
not gonna hurt you.
I'm here to save
you. You're welcome.
Second of all, your
dad is Ralph Jerico?
Duh! Who the hell are you?
(sighs)
I'm MacGyver. I'm
here to rescue you.
MacGyver? That doesn't
sound like a real name.
Let's see some I.D.
That's the second time today
someone's asked me for I.D.
Look, Ethan, you're just
gonna have to trust me.
(screaming): Help!
(muffled shouting)
Hey, man,
you want the guys with
the big guns to find us?
Aren't you just
another guy with a gun?
No. Kind of the
opposite, actually.
This is all I carry.
(stammers) You know
those guys have guns, right?
Like, like big guns, dude. Shh.
Yeah, I noticed.
Okay, look, I'm gonna
get you out of here.
But to do that, I got to think.
And in order to
think, I need to know
that when I turn my back,
you're not gonna scream.
Or run. Because if you
do either one of those,
those guys with the big guns
are gonna catch you again.
And I promise you
you don't want that.
So... we cool?
JERICO: No, no, no.
I-I know my son's
chip is offline.
I got an alert the
second it happened.
I pay your company
a lot of money to know
exactly where my
son is at all times,
and to keep him
safe at all times.
(phone beeps)
No, no, I-I don't want
excuses. I want answers.
You're gonna tell me
where my son is right now.
Excuse me, Mr. Jerico.
I'm sorry, sir,
but this is for you.
(sighs) This is Jerico. Speak.
Mr. Jerico, my name
is Matilda Webber,
and I work for the
United States government.
20 minutes ago, a
team of six armed men
knocked the power
out in your building
and abducted your son.
Is this a ransom call?
Absolutely not, Mr. Jerico.
I have two operatives
working inside the tower
to save your son,
but we're working
with limited information.
So I need you to
help me figure out
exactly what these
kidnappers want.
Tell me everything that you know
about a man named
Javier Morales.
Okay, if that's
who's behind this,
then... I know
exactly what he wants.
So, Morales is doing all this
to bust his little baby
brother out of prison?
Not just any baby brother.
We're talking about
Rodrigo Morales.
The man is an enemy combatant
wanted by 16
different governments.
He and Javier used to run their
little commando unit together
until Rodrigo got
busted trying to topple
the Nigerian government.
These do not look
like nice people.
How does Jerico
fit into all this?
Rodrigo is currently
locked up in a Nigerian
supermax prison.
Nigeria is also a country
where Ralph Jerico
has significant business
holdings and political clout.
Morales contacted Jerico
asking him for help,
and Jerico refused.
I guess Morales is
done asking nicely.
So one phone call from him
could end this whole thing?
Yeah, which means releasing
Rodrigo back into the wild,
which ain't exactly a good
thing... he's a rowdy one.
Matty, did you at
least call Jerico,
tell him not to make
any phone calls
till we confirm
they've got his son?
There's no sense in giving
Morales what he wants
if he doesn't even have the kid.
I convinced Jerico to
give us a half an hour,
but unless he has
proof that his son is safe
in 29 minutes, 18
seconds and counting,
he will make that phone call.
So, I need to know where
Mac and Ethan are right now.
I know that, Matty.
I'm not stupid.
But I don't know how to find
him if I don't know where to look.
Hey, Matty, remember
that miracle you asked for?
Check this out.
Did you just X-ray the
entire Dizang Tower?
Sort of.
Since every cam in
the building's fried,
I used Wi-Fi signals
from nearby buildings
to build a radar image of
what's going on in there.
You mean like the thing
Morgan Freeman did
in The Dark Knight? Yeah.
Before you ask, that was real.
Yeah, whatever.
Batgirl, use the Bat-thingy
and tell me what
floor he's on, pronto.
RILEY: Unfortunately, this
technique doesn't give us
enough resolution
to make out faces.
But those guys definitely
have machine guns.
And that guy's holding the EMP.
So, if I had to guess,
those two blots heading
straight down an elevator shaft
are Mac and Ethan.
Looks like they're
headed for the lobby.
Lobby!
(grunting, straining)
I'm thirsty.
Can I drink the
stuff in the bottles?
Only if you want
to go to the hospital.
It's not soda, it's hydrogen
peroxide and bleach.
When they mix together,
they form something called
chemical luminescence.
Boring!
So, what, this is,
like, your thing?
You-you make weird
stuff out of other stuff?
That's lame. You're lame!
Hey, maybe try
being slightly less rude
to the guy saving your life.
Tell you what, MacGyver.
When you actually
do something cool,
I promise to be impressed.
Hey!
(both grunting quietly)
ETHAN: Now what?
(MacGyver grunts)
Gotcha.
Okay. Good?
All right.
(grunting quietly)
Go ahead.
(grunts)
Ooh. Yippee-ki-yay...
Shh! Got a kid present. Sorry.
Who the hell is this
old fart? Old fart?
Watch my language?
You're the adult.
Yeah, well, watch
your mouth, Curlicue.
I take that back. Bozer,
I found Mac and the kid.
We're in the lobby;
headed out front.
Pick us up.
(engine revs)
Guys, looks like Shanghai
SWAT just got here.
Yeah, well, in that case,
Matty, tell Jerico his kid's safe.
With four minutes to spare.
(gunshots)
ETHAN: What the hell?
What the hell is going on?
That's not Shanghai
SWAT. MacGyver...
Hey, change of plans, Matty.
Morales's boys
just took the lobby.
And we just lost
our only way out.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
MATTY: Mac, they are securing
every door and stairwell,
cutting off all exits.
Once that is done,
they are gonna go room
to room until they find you.
(sighs) Then I guess this is
where we make our stand.
Well, that's fine with me.
I don't mind making a stand.
But let-let's come up
with a plan so it's not
our last stand. Yeah. On it.
Um... look,
we're gonna get you
out of here, okay?
You're gonna be
with your dad soon.
Not that he'd even notice.
He's too busy flying
all over the world,
building his empire.
Yeah, well, just
'cause your dad's busy
doesn't mean he
doesn't care about you.
ETHAN: He had me chipped
by the same people that
put locators on his cars.
I'm just another
possession to him.
When I was your age,
my dad walked out on me
and he never came back.
And I was angry, just
like you are. So, what?
Now you're gonna tell me
that my dad really loves me
and it's all gonna
get better someday?
No, I'm not gonna tell you that.
I'm just gonna say that
I know how you feel.
It sucks and I'm
sorry. JACK: Fellas.
Fellas, fellas.
No one likes an ill-timed
heart-to-heart more than me,
but we have some very aggressive
company coming this way,
and I got one clip
left for this bad boy,
so unless they attack
all lined up in a row
for me just to take
'em out at once,
this ammunition limitation's
gonna be a problem.
Capisce? That's it.
Huh? Ow. That's it.
Ah? We're gonna take 'em
all out at once. It's brilliant.
Huh? What? Y-You
want to fill us in here?
All right, so...
This is a light ballast.
I need as many of these
as we can find. Okay, okay.
Here. You take that.
You want me to do this?
Yes. Take it. In the lights. Go.
Oh, yes.
JACK: Yeah, uh, obviously,
I understand what
you're building,
as usual, but... but what about
Small Fry here? You know?
It's a teachable moment, here.
I know what a Faraday
cage is, dumbass.
Hey, watch your mouth, kid.
Starting to like this kid.
And, uh, yes, Ethan,
it is a Faraday cage.
Which will shield
whatever's inside of it
from the electrical
energy outside of it.
Obviously.
But I-I don't understand
how a far away cage
i-is gonna stop a group
of highly-trained killers
from bearing down
upon us with...
with automatic
weapons and ill intent.
You let him carry a
gun? Watch your mouth.
It's a Faraday cage,
Jack, and it's not.
It's just gonna keep us
from getting electrocuted.
Electrocuted? Yes.
But I-I thought you said
the EMP knocked
all of the electricity
out of the building. (sighs)
No. It fried all the electronics
in the building. Oh.
The city's electrical
grid is still going strong.
And since we are
on the first floor,
which means...
we still have power.
Oh, good. Let's
kill those bastards.
Easy there, Chucky.
No, no, I'm with him.
Relax. We're just
gonna knock 'em out
long enough for
the cavalry to come.
(tires screech)
You Webber's people?
Where's my son?
RILEY: We don't know.
All right, your half hour's up.
I'm making the call.
ETHAN: Dad?
Dad, I-I don't know if
you can hear this, but...
I got separated from the guys
who were trying to save me.
I'm hiding.
In an accounting
office on the first floor.
Are you there? Dad?
Dad? Are you there?
♪ ♪
What happens if your
Faraday cage doesn't work?
As a friend once said, then
the rest of the day is gonna suck.
JACK: Indeed.
There they are.
Don't move.
Now! Now.
(electricity crackles)
(groaning)
Whoa!
(laughs)
Now that was cool!
Hell yeah it was!
Language. JACK: Hey,
have you heard him talk?
He's a little wolf cub.
Damn right I am. See?
(chatter in Mandarin)
Dad!
Daddy! Ethan!
Oh, gosh!
Oh... Daddy.
Oh...
Oh. You okay?
Yeah. Yeah?
Oh, I thought I lost you.
You probably would have...
if it wasn't for this guy.
That's MacGyver.
He's really weird, but...
he's also kind of cool.
JERICO: MacGyver.
Thank you so much
for saving my son.
Of course. If there's anything
I can do to repay you...
Uh, no.
You don't owe me anything.
Actually, you know what?
There is one thing.
Spend more time with your son.
Make him a priority.
He's a good kid.
He's got a mouth on
him, but he's a good kid.
But for him to grow into the man
that you want him to
be, you gotta be around.
So try not to lose him again.
You may never get him back.
Trust me.
Thank you. See
you around, Curlicue.
See you around, old fart. What?
(laughs) JACK: It's not that...
I got the EMP back!
(laughs) Nice!
Mac fried it to smithereens,
but I did get it back.
Bravo. Hey.
Yes. (chuckles) Bravo.
Yeah, a-and happy
trails, Morales.
I can't believe none of
you guys got that reference.
What reference?
Die Hard?
"Happy trails, Hans!"
Yeah, never seen it, Jack.
Wait a minute. You've
never seen Die Hard?
Of course I've
seen Die Hard, Jack.
(laughs) Just wanted to see
if I could make your
head explode. Almost did.
It was pretty close.
(laughter)
JACK: After today, I
got a whole new respect
for John McClane,
I'll tell you that much.
Should I get the fire pit going?
Maybe order some food?
Nah.
I'm tired.
Gonna hit the hay.
Get some sleep.
Sleep, huh?
Sure you're not just
gonna spend another night
hunting for your dad?
(refrigerator door closes)
Jack didn't tell you?
Photo was a dead end.
He did. But since when has
a dead end ever stopped you?
Fair enough. You got me.
I was gonna go through the
whole dossier all over again.
I just don't understand
why my dad would go
through all the trouble
of sending me the photo if there
wasn't some puzzle hidden in it
I was supposed to figure out.
And then I wonder, why
all the cloak-and-dagger?
If he had something
he wanted to tell me,
why not just pick up
the phone and call?
Well, that question
I can answer.
Your dad always believed
the best way to learn something
was to figure it
out for yourself.
Like the time I
asked for a computer
and he gave me two college-level
books on how to build my own?
(chuckles)
This may sound
weird, Mac, but...
I always thought that stuff
was your dad's way
of saying "I love you."
Never thought
about it like that.
And do you remember
what my dad used to say?
Every night?
"Go to bed. Now.
And if you can't
sleep, pretend to"?
You should really listen to him.
Pops has always been a wise man.
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