MacGyver (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 22 - UFO + Area 51 - full transcript

You hear that?

Darrell Waltrip.

Rusty Wallace.

Jimmie Johnson.
If you listen close,

you can still hear them
there. That's amazing.

I didn't know that you
were blessed with the ability

to hear into the
past. Look, I got

a lot of gifts you
don't know about.

You go ahead and mock me.

This is, this is

hallowed ground
right here, dude.



MAN: Hey!

Hey! Get off the track now!

Unless you want to become
part of this hallowed ground,

I suggest you listen
to what he says.

See?

(whoops)

Aw, man. Did you see the splits?

You were right about turn three.

I can't believe taking it on the
inside actually dropped my time.

You know, normally it wouldn't,

but since air resistance
is proportional

to the square of the velocity,
going high into the wall of wind

would've increased
your drag through the turn

and then slowed you down.



You shaved two
hundredths of a second

off my best lap
time on this track.

Sure you don't want
to come pit for me?

(laughing): Ah, man.

Travis, I'd love to, but...

my day job keeps me
pretty busy, unfortunately.

Change your mind,
you let me know.

Not many people understand
fluid dynamics well enough

to disagree with me on how to
maximize velocity through a turn

and be right.

JACK: Travis, I hate to ask.

But it's my lifelong dream

to get behind the
wheel of 850 horses.

You think I could just
sit in her for just a sec,

take some, take some
selfies? Why just sit?

Wouldn't you rather
take her for a spin?

"Take her for a spin"?
You mean drive it?

TRAVIS: Get in, man.

(laughs)

Oh, so much speed.

(Jack groans) You,
uh, you okay there?

Yeah, I got a little
technical problem.

I think it's these
skinny jeans, man.

(phone chimes) Ow. Ah.

Uh-oh.

Just got a text from
Matty. No. No, no way.

No-no-no text from Matty,
not right now. No way.

Nothing is gonna stop me

from living out my
childhood fantasies.

Okay. And I'm just quoting here,

"Something crashed in the
Nevada desert and we cannot identify

what it is."

Matty found a UFO?

Yeah, but you...

No, no, no. I-I...

Can I take a rain
check on this big boy?

Yeah. Anytime, sure. Whoa,
whoa. Rain check. (grunts)

TRAVIS: Okay, okay.

We'll rain... I got
you, I got you.

We'll rain check.
Yup. There you go.

Yeah. To be continued.

TRAVIS (laughing): Okay.

We'll see. Okay.

♪ ♪

JACK: What do you think
we're talking about here?

Huh? One of them
big musical suckers

like Close Encounters
of the Third Kind?

Or no. Ooh! Ooh!

One of those, one
of those fighters,

yeah, from Independence Day.

Or-or, maybe, maybe,
maybe a Cylon Raider,

all metal skin,
gooey inside, ooh.

What do you think?
What do you think?

I think it's probably
the same thing

I've told you a hundred
times since we left the track:

it's man-made. It veered
off course. No, no, that...

Listen, listen. That's what
they want you to believe.

Don't be brainwashed,
buddy. You're too smart for that.

If I see Tommy Lee Jones
or Will Smith coming up to me

with that mind-erasing
flashy thing,

I'm clamping these
peepers tight shut like this.

I'll make myself pass out.

MATTY: Well, it took
you long enough, blondie.

I was beginning to think
you accepted that job

pitting for Travis Long.
How did you know that

he offered me a job?
Right. I know everything.

Now get in here. Yes, ma'am.

Uh...

where do you think you're going?

In here to hear your briefing

on finally making contact
with an alien life-form.

Nope. You're not
assigned to this.

Not... not assigned?

Now wait a minute, Matty, I
just passed up the opportunity

to drive a real live NASCAR

'cause you said there'd
be a real live UFO.

So... So what?

Well, i-if you didn't send
for me, why am I here?

You were Mac's ride. His ride?

Look, this mission has
Jack Dalton written all over it.

(grunts)

(sighs) 36 hours ago,

a mysterious object was
spotted streaking through the sky

over the Nevada desert.
Civilian reports of a UFO

were initially dismissed,

but then a local rancher
stumbled upon a crash

and found the object.

Cops were called in,

then the military,
who quickly retrieved

the object and brought
it to a lab for analysis.

So what is it? Nobody knows.

The military has their
top scientists on this,

but we still don't know
what it is, who made it

or why it fell from the sky,

which is why they've
reached out to Phoenix

for help.

So you want us
to go in and get it?

Do we know anything
about this thing?

Do we even know
what it looks like?

No. The military is keeping
a very tight lid on this.

Look, everything
that they've told me,

I've just told you.

Which is why

I'm bumping up both
of your clearances

to give you temporary access
to everything that I have.

So you don't have to go
through me for approvals.

I'm guessing there's a
clock on this one? Yes.

Look, we don't know
what this thing is,

but we expect that someone's
gonna come looking for it

and we better know what it
is before they ask for it back.

And guys? Yeah?

Be careful.

Aren't we always? No.

But I'm hoping this
time will be different.

I see you're not wearing
your dad's watch.

Well, no.

I put it up on eBay.

(scoffs) Mac, I
know it's been tough,

but giving up is not something
I've ever seen you do.

You sure about this? Oh, yeah.

I mean, not really.

You know what?

If my dad really
wanted me to find him,

he would just pick up the phone

and call me like
a normal person,

not send me cryptic messages

or sneak weird presents
under the Christmas tree.

(elevator dings) If he wants to
talk, he knows where to find me.

Dr. Herman.

I'm MacGyver.
This is Riley Davis.

Look, let's be clear.

We're not going to be friends.

Our superiors, in
their infinite wisdom,

believe a combination of
new school and old school

will yield results

more quickly.

And I'm sure you're
both the brightest bulbs

at whatever absurdly named
agency they pulled you from,

but I've been back-engineering

recovered technology

for over 20 years, so... Doc.

Just here to help, okay?

Great. Then keep quiet and
try and stay out of my way.

I'm briefing the
secretary of defense

in four hours and I need

to focus, not babysit
a couple of kids.

Einstein wrote the
Annus Mirabilis papers

when he was 26 years old,
so maybe give us a chance?

Another two sets
of eyes couldn't hurt.

Guess we'll find out.

Whoa.

I'm not gonna touch it.

Gosh. MacGYVER: Okay.

No visible seams, so no way
to determine how it was made

or what it does. Jack is
gonna be pissed he missed this.

MacGYVER: Yeah. What
tests have you done so far?

You're gonna run an optical
emission spectroscopy test?

Obviously.

It is a test that removes
a small amount of material

from the object by irradiating
the surface with a laser,

which could damage the object.

I'm aware. Right.

But I've tried everything else

and this is the
logical next step.

Y-You know what, before
we fire up the laser...

may I suggest something?

(rattles) Yeah, yeah.

There's... you hear that, right?

Yeah. Shaking it?

That's your big idea?

Riley, can you run a search

for a DARPA project
involving military

situational awareness sensors

suspended by weather balloons?
HERMAN: You're wasting my time.

I already had that same idea.

The file you're
looking for is classified.

I-I put in a request
for a clearance waiver

which is being fast-tracked.

Got it.

Wait.

You two have the clearance?

RILEY: I know, right?

It's amazing

what they let kids
have nowadays.

Unfortunately, none of
those DARPA sensors

look anything like

our sphere here.

So, lost that lead.

HERMAN: Well, if you
don't have any more

helpful ideas,

maybe we can start making
some actual progress.

Okay. Let's try the laser.

(phone ringing) Oh.

Oh.

Uh...

Riley, do you think any...

Bozer, I don't have time
to talk right now, okay?

I need some advice.

Then you came to the
right place, Ms. Davis.

You're talking to "Dear Bozer,"

a "Dear Abby" -like column
I wrote in high school.

I was... Bozer.

Again, time is a factor.

All right. So, here's the thing.

Matty gave us super
security clearance for this op

and I kind of just used mine
to look through a full CIA file

for what she may
know about Mac's dad.

You did? Yeah.

So now I have this
file that could answer

a lot of Mac's
questions about his dad

and explain Matty's involvement.

So, what do you
need my advice for?

Just give him the file. Well,
yeah, a few hours ago, I would've.

But Mac just told me

he wants to move on and let
the whole search-for-Dad thing go.

He even put his
dad's watch on eBay.

Whoa. Yeah, I know.

Now you see why
I'm asking for advice.

So do I give him the file

and drag him back into his
increasingly unhealthy obsession

or do I let him move on and
pretend like I never saw it?

Yeah. That's a tough one.
MacGYVER: Hey, Riley, we could

use another set
of hands over here

if you don't mind. Yeah.

Bozer, I got to go.

Think about it, okay?

Okay, Matilda, what's
going on? First of all,

you're a dream killer,

a dream killer for pulling
me out of that NASCAR,

then you freeze me out of
the UFO mission, and now,

you drag me... me...
Down here to interrogation.

And you know how long I've
been waiting for you down here?

Sit down. I prefer
to stand. Thank you.

Mac and Riley were sent as
technical consultants, Jack.

Your technical expertise ends
at making microwave popcorn.

Okay? Your skills just
weren't needed on this op.

Oh, come on. I've been
with Mac plenty of times

where my skills weren't
needed for the miss...

mission, but... they've always
seemed to come in handy anyway.

Now just tell me
what's going on.

Why do you got me
in here right now?

Because I think it's time
you and I had a talk. A talk?

What talk can't wait till after

I get to see a real live
UFO, you fun-dodger?

I know that you broke
into my house, Jack.

You cracked my safe

and you took photos
of my classified CIA file.

And I think it's time you and I

had a little chat about
that. Now sit down.

Doc, before we
fire up the laser,

I just got to ask one more
time, are you sure about this?

'Cause I'm having
second thoughts. I'm not.

It's my call.

This is the test we're running.

Now, stand back.

Don't say it. What... I...

What just happened,
Doc? (alarm blaring)

Well, the laser caused the
sphere to emit a powerful pulse

of energy that somehow
shut down everything in the lab.

In technical terms, I
think we just pissed it off.

Great.

Huh. What is it, Mac?

The laser just activated
something inside the sphere.

HERMAN: Is it pulsing?

RILEY: Yes, I see that, too.

Looks like it's putting
out some kind of signal.

Whatever it is, I think
it just phoned home.

Okay, maybe I did
break into your house.

But in my defense, I wouldn't

have had to do that if you
would've told Mac the truth.

Only a child blames someone
else for their actions, Jack.

You are a grown man.

What... says the kid
playing hide-and-seek

with valuable information
on Mac's father.

Is that what you
think I'm doing?

Yeah. Seriously? Did it ever

occur to you to come and
ask me what was going on?

It wouldn't have done any good;

you wouldn't have
told me anything.

Well, I guess we'll
never know now, will we?

Because instead
of coming to see me,

your brilliant idea was
to break into my house

and smash all my stuff.

I didn't smash all your...

I didn't smash
all your... stuff.

I-I feel really bad
about that. I'm sorry. I-I...

You know, we-we had a plan.

It just went
sideways, that's all.

It always does with you, Jack.

And you know what
the worst part is?

You dragged Bozer,
Jill and Elwood into this.

Yeah, I know
about that, too, Jack.

I didn't drag anybody.

You might know everything,

but you're not right
about everything.

You want to know what the
worst part about all this for me is?

After all these years we've
been working together...

you don't trust me.

Not when it comes to sensitive
information about this family...

Only when I can't, Jack.

And after all these years,

you should trust
me enough to know

that everything I do,

every decision that I make,

is for the good of this family.

You operate on instinct, Jack.

You always have.

And I love that about you.

I don't have that same luxury.

It's my job to see
the big picture.

Stop seeing the big
picture for a second.

Answer me a yes or no question:

Did you know Mac's father?

All you need to know is
that everything I've done,

I did to keep Mac safe.

Uh, I don't like the look
of this, Mac. Agreed.

We are not safe here.
We need to leave.

What are you talking
about? Take a look.

Ever since you decided to zap

the sphere, it's been
sending out a signal

with our GPS coordinates.

Which means
whoever built this thing

is probably gonna be
coming to get it back. So...

if we want time to
figure out who made it,

we should probably
get out of here.

Whoa! Wh-What the hell are you
doing? I'm dampening the signal.

The chemicals soaking this coat

will block the
sphere's transmission,

meaning whoever's looking
for us won't be able to track us.

Like when Schwarzenegger
wrapped his head

in a wet towel in
Total Recall. Exactly.

Ooh, I've been spending way too
much time around Jack. I can relate.

But did it work?
Yeah, like a charm.

The waveform
flatlined. I got no signal.

Nice. All right,
let's get out of here.

I'm sorry.

We lost the signal.

So find it.

What are you doing?
You can't leave.

That is a piece

of unidentified high technology

that now belongs to
the U.S. government.

Y-You can't just
wrap it in a wet rag...

(gunshots) We got to
get the hell out of here.

Probably tracking all radio
traffic and cell signals, too.

I can't believe I'm
about to say this,

but I need your phone, Mac.

I'm gonna need yours, too.

Is there a back way
out of this place?

This is a secure
government facility.

Our guards are
more than prepared...

(gunshots) (man shouts)

Anything else you
want to add today?

Look, Doc, we don't know
what this thing is or who lost it,

so we don't know who's out there

shooting people to get it back.

I don't want to find
out the hard way.

So I'm gonna ask
you one more time,

is there a back way
out of this place?

(gunshots continue) (man shouts)

That way. You sure that signal
dampener of yours is working?

Yeah, as long as
the coat stays soaked,

they shouldn't be
able to track us.

But they can track us
the old-fashioned way.

Come on, let's go. Let's go.

(shouts)

Doc, go!

Get back to the
trucks and find them.

How's he doing back
there? Yeah, not great.

I managed to stop the
bleeding, but he's gut shot.

He needs a hospital. Yeah, that
may be hard to come by out here.

Even if there was
a hospital nearby,

those guys know they
wounded one of us.

It'd be the first
place they check.

Right.

RILEY: So where we going?

Uh...

You know what?

Keep heading south
on that road right there.

And turn off your headlights.

If they have air support,
they're gonna spot us.

You want me to drive with
the headlights off out here?

We don't have a choice,

but if you keep
your hands steady,

this is a straight shot to
Groom Lake. Groom Lake?

Why does that sound familiar?

It's a military
base, top secret,

fully operational,
lots of medics

and armed guards
who can keep out

just about anything.
Should be safe there.

You're talking about Area 51.

The one and only.

(chuckles) Jack is gonna
be pissed he missed this.

(steam hissing)

That's assuming
we make it there.

Think you can fix it?

Bullet hole in the
radiator? Probably.

But the head gasket that melted
when the engine overheated?

Not unless you want to
watch me make a forge

and start smelting metal.

You lost me at "smelting."

So what are we gonna do?

Uh...

(helicopter whirring overhead)

Considering they're
doing a sector by sector

grid search for us
and we can't call AAA,

I think we're heading
to Area 51 on foot.

You got it? Yeah.

Got it? Yup.

Is it gonna work?
It's gonna have to.

All right, we're moving out.

How you doing back there, Doc?

I'd love to say my condition

is improving, but it's not.

And all I'm doing
is slowing you down.

Abandoning people in the
desert is not what we do.

We're gonna get
through this together.

Is he always this optimistic?

RILEY: Mr. Can-do? You bet.

(chuckles)

Jack, you came storming

in here ten minutes
ago, said we had to talk,

then proceeded to
pace in angry silence.

So... are you gonna share,

or just wear a hole
in the linoleum?

Matty knows we
broke into her house.

What?! She does?!

She does! Oh, man.

(stammers) What's
this "we" garbage?

That-that was all you,
man. Does she know I know?

I mean, does she
know that I knew

and then slow played
the investigation?

It's Matty, man. She
knows everything.

She's a friggin' Jedi. Oh,
man, this is bad, like, bad bad.

What did she say?
Is she gonna fire me?

Don't skimp on the details,
Jack. All right, look, look, look.

All I know for sure is
that-that she is fully aware

I'm the one that
broke into her house,

and she knows, well,
everyone that-that I recruited

to help me, and she's not real
happy about the whole thing.

Oh, man. But I told her,

I said "everything I
did, I did to protect Mac."

And what did she say to that?

Well, she said
everything she did,

she did to protect
Mac, too, so...

And what did you say to that?

Well, nothing, really.

What does that even mean?

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

But if this woman is hell-bent
on keeping secrets, there ain't

nothing me and you can
do about it, I'm telling you.

Why, is there something...

Is there something
you're not telling me?

What? Hmm?

Nah.

I don't... Mm-mm.

Why is your face
making that face?

Everybody's face makes a
face, that's why they call it a face.

But your face is making
the face that says

"I know something
very important, Jack,

and I'm not telling you,"
which is bothersome for me.

So do yourself a
favor, spill the beans.

As they say, you
know, "come clean,"

"let the cows out of the barn."

It'll make you feel better.

You can whisper it if you want.

(grunting)

Mac, look.

Yeah, I see it. (laughs)

You know, when I was a kid,
I used to think shooting stars

were alien spaceships
passing by the Earth.

Maybe they were.

Oh, come on,

you don't really
believe that, do you?

I do.

Most scientists do.

There's 20 trillion
stars out there,

most of them with planets.

It's statistically impossible
for life not to exist.

That doesn't mean

that aliens have ever
visited Earth, though.

No matter what Jack has told
you about faster-than-light travel.

HERMAN: Sorry to interrupt.

Are you sure we're
going the right way?

Yeah, I mean...

I mean, I was before
you asked me that.

What?

Well...

Guys, we got to stop.

Much as I don't want
those guys to catch up to us,

I don't want to be
lost in this desert.

I'd say we should stop and
ask for directions, but you know.

Maybe we can ask the stars.

Celestial navigation. Yes.

Uh, am I to believe you just
happen to have a sextant on you?

Not, but if you
give me a minute.

Okay, let's say
you can make one.

But you'd still need to know
the coordinates of Area 51

to have any hope... 37 degrees,

14 minutes and six seconds north

by 115 degrees,

48 minutes...

and don't look at me like that.

I was a really
dorky kid, I know.

So for those of us
who didn't major

in advanced abstract dorkery,

what's a sextant, again?

And, with the least amount of
sciencey words possible, please?

I can try.

(sniffs)

A sextant

is an ancient navigational tool

used by sailors to chart their
course through the night sky.

All we got to do is measure
the angular distance,

of a few well-known stars,

do a little math, obviously,

and we should be able

to calculate our exact location.

But I need a watch.
What am I doing?

Where'd you learn
how to do all this?

My dad taught me.

Okay, we are approximately

37 degrees, 12 minutes
north by 115 degrees...

47 minutes west.

And if Polaris is there,
that means we go

that way. That way.

(laughs softly)

You guys are so cute.

All right, let's get out of here

before bad guys
come and kill us.

Agreed.

PORTER: Stop the car.

They can't have got far.

(tracker beeping)

I think I know just
where they're headed.

(echoes): Hello?

Uh, hello?!

Not the welcome I was expecting.

Yeah. Where is everyone?

HERMAN: If either
of you make a joke

about alien abductions... Shh.

You hear that?

(men shouting)
Yeah. Yeah, I hear it.

All right, this way.

(men shouting)

MAN: Look at this
guy, look at him.

MAN 2: Why don't you die?!

(shouts)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Game over.

Who are you?

How'd you get in here?

Uh, I'm MacGyver, this
is Riley, Dr. Herman.

We are being chased
by a group of armed men,

and they're not
that far behind us.

He needs your medical
team, he's wounded.

And I need to speak
to your C.O., ASAP.

Um...

We don't have a medical
team here, or a C.O.

Only personnel
currently stationed

at this facility is u-us.

What? What... how-how
is that even possible?

That's classified. RILEY:
Well, our security clearance

is high enough to give
you both a nosebleed.

So why don't we
just cut the formalities

and you guys tell us
what's going on here?

Okay, well,

I guess the brass got
tired of everybody knowing

where we test our new
jets, so eight months ago,

everything and everyone in Area
51 got moved to a new location.

So you're telling me there's
no doctors on this base?

And the only
soldiers here are...

The two of us.

MacGYVER: So the backup

we thought was here isn't.

Which means we are
completely on our own.

Yeah.

Let me guess, you
brought me in here

to yell at me again, this
time in front of an audience?

No, Jack.

Mac and Riley just called in.

They had some
unexpected visitors at the lab.

Not little green men.

Operatives sent in
to retrieve the object.

Are they safe?

For now, but
they're being hunted.

By who? We don't know yet.

Our techs were able to access

the security cameras at the lab

and bring up
surveillance footage

right before they cut out.

Edgar Porter.

Former wet works
operative turned hired gun.

He and his men were sent in by
some shady weapons manufacturer

out of the Eastern Bloc

to retrieve a new piece
of tech they were testing.

Yeah, something tells me
they don't come in peace.

They left eight dead at the lab.

Really?

Mac and Riley managed to escape
with Dr. Herman, and the device,

but Dr. Herman got shot.

Now, they're alone, outnumbered,

and in desperate need of backup.

Okay. I need a TAC team.

You got one, armed and ready,

meeting you on
the tarmac in five.

Where are we headed? Groom Lake.

Mac and Riley are holed
up at the base there.

"Groom Lake"? Area... (mouths)

Jack, we don't have time.

Go.

Got it.

RILEY: That's all you
got to defend this place?

Two pistols and a can of Mace?

Things have really quieted down

since they took
everything offsite.

The last excitement we had
was, like, what, a month ago?

Y-Yeah, some tourist
managed to make it

past the ground sensors,

take a picture
of the front gate.

All it took to get rid of him?

A little harsh language.
MacGYVER: Okay.

Do you guys at least have a
decent medical kit around here?

If I don't get him antibiotics
soon, he's gonna go septic.

We'll worry about this later.

(alert beeping)

GUARD: Whoa.
Somebody just tripped

a whole bunch of
our perimeter sensors.

That must be our friends.
RILEY: And I can assure you,

they're not here for an
alien-themed photo op.

MacGYVER: No.

These guys are
armed and dangerous.

They will kill us on sight to
get what I have in here back.

HERMAN: How long do we
have before they're knocking

at your door? Uh, I'd say about

15 minutes, max.

MacGYVER: Is there
anywhere more defensible

than this hangar?
Something with thicker walls,

sturdier doors, no windows?

We have to hole up
somewhere until help arrives.

Why is there a
morgue in Area 51?

For this.

(guards laughing)

Say hello to Marvin.

We like to give our
visitors a little scare.

Yeah, or a heart attack.

No, no, no, it's
just-just rubber.

(quietly): Like your head.

Hey, you guys want to take
a selfie? You can totally do it.

Personally, I'm just interested
in finding a way to stay alive

until help arrives.

GUARD: Well, then,
you're in the right place.

This area is reinforced steel,
and has its own security system.

Nobody's getting in here.

That's perfect.

(grunts)

Find it! Yes, sir. Go, go.

So what is that thing?

Honestly? No idea.

All we know for sure is that
the bad guys really want it back.

Take two of these...

and promise not to die, okay?

MacGYVER: Can you guys grab

the, uh, table right
there, and put it up

next to the door
for me? No, no, no.

No, that's reinforced
steel right there.

Those windows?
They're bulletproof.

Nobody's getting in here.

Except for maybe bad
guys who don't like to lose.

So can we play it safe,
and hedge our bets?

♪ ♪

Uh, Mac?

Yeah.

What the hell is that thing?

Still not sure.

Whoa, whoa, Mac.
What are you doing?

They're gonna see
the signal. Yeah,

but I have to test a theory.

I think the current
flowing through my welder

is somehow interacting
with the sphere,

causing it to vibrate.

Okay, I didn't think that
thing was actually from space

until just now.

Oh, no, this is very
much man-made.

I mean, unless E.T. started
labeling his microchips

in Chinese and English.

The metal skin must be
one of the new gallium alloys

that can be reshaped on
the fly with an electric current.

That's why the sphere
doesn't have any seams.

The electromagnetic
interference from my welder

disrupted the current
in the sphere's surface.

Which changed the atomic
bonds in the solid metal

and made it melt into a liquid.

Exactly. I think I
know what this thing is.

The liquid metal
skin, it allows it to

reshape itself mid-flight,

which means it would
be radar-invisible

and able to penetrate
heavy armor.

Well, that explains
why it wasn't detected

flying over American airspace.

So, is it some kind of drone?

No. Considering it has

an advanced guidance
and targeting system,

and room for an
explosive payload,

I don't think this is a drone.

You think it's a missile.

Yes. A highly sophisticated,
virtually unstoppable one.

Or at least a prototype.

Something like that could
change the balance of power

in war zones around the world.

(footfalls overhead)

That explains why
your friends want it back.

HERMAN: Which
is why we absolutely

must not let them take it.

Okay, so I guess you better
stop staring at that thing

and finish welding
that door, right, Mac?

Change of plans.

If these guys want the
sphere back so badly,

well, we'll let 'em have it.

(Porter shouts command)

COBB: Sir, the signal,

it's back on. Where?

It's coming from over there.

Sir, through here.

It's all clear.

Behind you, sir!

You're only delaying
the inevitable.

(clip drops)

We're gonna shoot
our way out of here,

kill you, all your
little friends,

and walk out of
here with that device.

Wait.

You mean this device?

(men shouting)

Well, you can put
this on the list of things

I never want to do again.
Hey, it worked, didn't it?

They're in there
unconscious, and we're alive.

HERMAN: Mr. Can-do did it.

Just keep heading south,
and get off at the second exit.

You can't miss it.

I called ahead.

They're prepping an O.R.
for Dr. Herman right now.

MacGYVER:
Thanks. I appreciate it.

And I'm sorry.

I know this wasn't
what you expected

when you woke up this morning.

You kidding? This
is the best shift

we've had in years.

Aside from the
almost dying part.

(Riley chuckles)

All right, later, boys.

Hey, wait, let's trade
numbers. I'd love to come

visit you in L.A. Mine's
702-555... (engine starts)

No, that's... wait, I didn't...

I didn't give you the rest of...

God, she's hot.

HERMAN: As you may have noticed,

I am not a humble man.

But I owe you both an apology.

And my gratitude.

MacGyver, you went up against

a team of armed killers

with nothing but a
Swiss Army knife,

and survived.

No, he didn't just survive,
he kicked their butts.

Don't forget that part.

HERMAN: I'm very glad
Phoenix sent you both.

Thank you for...

If you really want to thank me,

do it after we get
you to a hospital,

and they save your life.

You got it.

RILEY: Is that...

(exhales)

It's a Phoenix chopper.

(phone dialing)

JACK: Greetings, Earthlings.

Hey, buddy. Sorry you
missed out on all the fun.

Man, I'm just glad
you're still alive.

Though, to be honest,
I am a little jealous

you went to Area
51 without me. Yeah.

Well, look, it wasn't
like I planned it this way.

Never is.

But listen, I do have a
surprise waiting for you

at the morgue.

What, like an alien surprise?

No. These guys are very human,

and probably still

very unconscious from
a concussion grenade

I whipped up.

But they are in Area 51.

Wait...

there's a morgue?

♪ ♪

♪ Well, it came out of the sky ♪
Go, go, go.

♪ Landed just a little
south of Moline... ♪

It's all clear!

♪ ♪

♪ Jody fell out
of his tractor... ♪

JACK: Well, well, well.

If it ain't the big bad wolf.

Smile for me, Porter.

I got a little wall
of shame going.

Huh? (camera clicks)

There he is, the tough guy.

Well, take your
time now, fellas.

I could be in here all day.

Area 5-1. Whoo.

♪ Then he ran all
the way to town ♪

(camera clicks) ♪ Screamin'
it came out of the sky. ♪

Hold that.

(door creaks)

(gasps)

Oh, you got me, you crafty
little grey-skinned devil.

You got me good.

What's that? Hmm?

Road trip?

JACK: Whoo-hoo!

(cackling)

Hang on, sweetheart.

Ah! Whoo!

Yee-haw!

Whoo-hoo!

(clears throat)

Oh, no, you stole Marvin?

Stole?

"Stole" is a little harsh.

What, I look like a thief?

No, I prefer to think of if

more as he chose
to come with me.

Didn't you?

Yeah, see there? Mm.

(quietly): Did you tell
Mac about the file yet?

No, not yet. We
were waiting on you.

Figured we should
do it together.

Yeah. Yeah, let's do this.

Him, too? Oh, hell yeah.

Let's go.

Aha. Hey, hey, hey.

What are you looking
at me like that for?

Well, I just got a
call from Travis Long.

Something about
you flipping his car.

I didn't flip his...

You know, Travis is
blowing that whole incident

way out of proportion.

So there was an incident?

An incident where you
got banned from the track?

I didn't get banned as much...

as I got an invitation
to... never come back.

(all chuckle)

So... And, uh, we
need to drink to that.

Thank you.

Okay...

Jack's got an alien
in a NASCAR helmet,

and you guys look
like you're at a funeral.

What's up?

(sighs)

We got something we
need to tell you, Mac.

Okay, so here it is.

Matty and I got into it today.

Full-on. Man, it-it...

it wasn't pretty.

She knows I broke into her house

looking for intel
on your old man.

And when I asked her
point-blank if she knew him,

she wouldn't answer.

But we've known for months
that Matty's been hiding secrets

about my dad.

Look, I've come to
terms with the fact

that I'm never gonna know why
she was investigating my father.

Just like I'll never know why
he took off when I was a kid,

or why he stayed
away for so long.

So, I've been doing
a lot of thinking and...

it's over... I'm done
wasting my time

and energy searching
for someone who

doesn't want to be found.

It's time to move on.

Look, Mac,

if you want to move on,
I support you... we all do.

But before you
make that decision,

you need all the facts.

You should know I used my
upgraded security clearance

to look through
Matty's file on your dad.

And...

well...

BOZER: Mac...

If there's still a part of you

that wants to know the truth,

the answers are right there.

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