MacGyver (2016–…): Season 3, Episode 6 - Murdoc + MacGyver + Murdoc - full transcript
Murdoc abducts MacGyver's girlfriend to force Mac to help him rescue his son from a kidnapper; a dangerous person from Murdoc's personal life shows up, giving Mac a glimpse into the villain's past.
[narrator] Previously
on MacGyver...
Take this, and then make
sure you bring it back to me.
[grunting]
- Get down!
- [bullets ricocheting]
What the hell is going on?
And who is this guy wearing
my George Washington mask?
- Stay.
- I still don't know your name.
- Murdoc.
- Dad!
Daddy has to make a quick stop.
[Jill] Hello?
- Jill?
- Hey, Mac. Where are you?
Heard you been looking for me.
- [Jill screams]
- Jill.
Someone told me you're back in town.
I really do hope we can see each other.
[Murdoc whistling
"Home on the Range"]
I can't believe you
still have this thing.
Frankly, I can't believe
you're still living here.
[grunting]
[choking] Hello, MacGyver.
We really got to go through the motions?
We both know how this is gonna end, okay?
No matter how
many blows you land,
I'm gonna pull out my gun,
and you'll do exactly what I say.
How about we just
skip to that part, huh?
Okay!
[panting]
Any chance I could
get a glass of water?
If you're gonna kill me,
do it now. Don't drag it out.
Kill you? I'm not here
to kill you, MacGyver.
I'm here 'cause
I need your help.
So, I guess that's a
no on the water, huh?
See, my son Cassian
was kidnapped.
[groans] Yeah. One of the members
of my failed little Collective took him.
Thought you killed all of them.
Oh, I tried. [chuckles]
But wouldn't you know?
The one guy whose ticket
I didn't punch nabs my kid.
I should have started
with him, hmm?
Is this filtered?
Are we here to talk about
my water or your son?
Cassian's kidnapper is a
guy named Benjamin Liu.
Liu's former Chinese secret police.
Very dangerous. He's very violent.
The things I used
to respect about him.
Anyhoo, Liu's ransom demand just
came in. $5 million, or Cassian dies.
You have $5 million.
Why not pay the ransom?
Paying him won't bring Cassian
home. This isn't about money.
Liu is trying to lure me
out so he can execute me.
Then go save your son.
You're more than capable.
Thanks for the
compliment, Boy Scout.
But, see, I went to do
that very thing yesterday,
and it turns out Liu is
keeping Cassian in a place
that might as
well be a fortress.
And you are the magic key
that's gonna unlock all the doors.
No, I'm not.
This is about Jill, isn't it?
[groans] I knew my killing her was
gonna be a sticking point for you.
But we are talking about
an innocent child, MacGyver.
You really gonna let
a ten-year-old boy die?
You see? Knew you were
gonna be on the fence about this.
I appreciate your
position. It's a toughie.
But you see, MacGyver,
I care about you so much
that I went ahead and made it a lot
easier for you to make your decision.
I knew that would help
you change your mind.
- You get the text from Mac, too?
- That's why I'm here.
So he calls a meeting,
then doesn't show up?
Hola, amigos. Where's Mac?
He just texted me to
meet him in the war room.
- What, he's not here yet?
- This is weird, man. I'm calling him.
Went right to voice mail.
[phone ringing]
Well, that's got to
be him right there.
Nobody has this number but us.
- Hey, what's up, man?
- Mac? Where are you?
Hey, guys. Sorry, I got
to leave town for a while.
- I got to go do something with someone.
- What's going on, dude?
[Murdoc] "Someone?" Come on,
MacGyver. I'm not just someone.
Hello, team Phoenix. Boy,
have I missed you guys.
- Especially you, Bozer.
- What are you doing with that lunatic?
Now, now, now, Jack. There's
no need for name-calling.
I was just about to get to that.
See, MacGyver and I, we're
going on a little road trip.
Just the two of us.
None of you are invited.
Murdoc's son has been kidnapped.
So, I'm gonna go help him find Cassian.
I knew you guys would be worried
when I didn't show up for
work, but trust me: I'll be fine.
But I need you guys to promise that
none of you will come looking, okay?
No one in this room is
gonna agree to that, Mac.
No way.
I promise not to kill him,
so long as you all stay
very, very far away. Mm-kay?
But I catch so much as a whiff of a
tail or Jack trying to sneak up on me,
I'm gonna break that promise.
Are we clear on the rules?
I don't follow your rules, 'Doc.
Jack, do not follow me. Promise.
I'm serious.
Yeah...
Did we just enter
The Twilight Zone?
Why in the hell would he
be working with Murdoc?
The only way Mac would
go anywhere with Murdoc
- is if he didn't have a choice.
- What are you saying, Matty?
I'm saying that I think Murdoc
has someone that Mac cares about.
Nasha.
- Bozer.
- On it.
I ran a trace. They're
in Long Beach.
Long Beach. Okay, good,
good. Matty, tac team.
Hold on, Jack.
Dalton, stand down!
Hey, he's in real danger right
now, Matty. Do you not get that?
But you heard what he said.
And we don't have all the info yet.
Solomon said Nasha got on a
plane yesterday headed for LA.
Mac didn't say anything to me
about Nasha coming to Los Angeles.
That's 'cause he didn't
know she was coming. Look.
Someone mirrored Mac's
phone and was texting Nasha
pretending to be him.
Murdoc catfished Nasha.
We can't go after MacGyver until
we've taken away Murdoc's leverage.
[MacGyver] You're sure this is
where Liu is keeping Cassian?
Oh, yes. My sources were
highly motivated to tell the truth.
Said he's being
held on the first floor.
Looks municipal.
Former federal building?
Former Russian
consulate. The Russkies fled
after the Soviet
Union collapsed.
The building changed hands for
several years, and Liu acquired it.
Okay, Boy Scout,
time to do your thing.
- Dazzle me.
- [sighs]
Well, Liu has surveillance cameras
covering every ground-level approach,
which means our best bet is
going to be a breach from below.
It's a consulate, which means that
there should be a secret escape tunnel
or a rabbit hole that diplomats
would use in case of attack.
It does, indeed. If my
sources are to be believed,
and again, they were highly
motivated to tell me the truth,
the tunnel's been plugged for decades
with over seven feet of poured concrete.
Not even you could
quietly get us through that
with the amount of
time we have. So?
Really?
You're stumped?
Hate to say it, MacGyver,
but #disappointed.
What about the windows?
What is it?
There were guards
everywhere the other day.
Where are the guards?
I don't think walking
right up to the front gates
in full view of all these
cameras is a great idea.
[creaking]
Evil before beauty.
That explains it.
Double tap to the
chest. Single to the head.
That's quality work.
[sniffs] You smell that?
[sniffs] I don't smell anything.
- Come on.
- It's chemical.
It's probably the ammo.
That stiff just had a
recent lead transfusion.
No, it's not cordite.
It's something else.
Look, none of these men
had their weapons drawn.
Whoever did this
caught them by surprise.
He was here.
Whoever killed these
men has my son.
- What?
- Nothing, I just...
think I caught a little human
emotion on your face there.
- Any of these dead guys Liu?
- Uh, no.
Well, then, isn't it possible
that Liu escaped with Cassian
- before the shooter could get to him?
- Let me see that little knife of yours.
- Wait.
- Chop-chop, Boy Scout.
[Murdoc grunting]
- What are you doing?
- Ballistics analysis.
- Hand-pressed .45 grain hollow point.
- So?
So, I know who killed
these men, who has my son.
- Who?
- My wife.
Okay, I got behind
the phone Mac used
to call the Phoenix, and I
found a ton of files, including this.
Help! Help, please!
Son of a bitch.
Please, help!
That's why Mac agreed to help.
Riley, can you tell
where this was recorded?
No. Metadata's been stripped.
We have no earthly idea
where Nasha is. This... this...
Hold on. I think
I got something.
- That's him.
- [Matty] 9:17 a.m.
That what time Nasha
left LAX with Murdoc.
Riley, what time did
Mac call the Phoenix?
10:49 a.m.
So taking into account drive time,
that leaves Murdoc roughly 45 minutes
from the moment he picked up
Nasha to stash her somewhere.
Okay, so 45 minutes
means this is our search area.
[laughs] That... that's half
the city, including downtown.
And all we have to go on is that Nasha's
in a room with one cinderblock wall.
That's like every hipster
apartment in 60 square miles.
Yeah, I know, right?
Yeah, well, it's all
we've got right now,
so everybody needs to
get their head in the game.
Now, what do we know that
can help us to shrink that circle?
Okay, Murdoc would need to control
the location where he stashed Nasha.
- He'd want to be close to freeways.
- And he wouldn't want any neighbors.
I know Murdoc is good, but how
the hell did he set this up so fast?
Hey, I have an idea. Why don't
we sit in here and do nothing?
Stop it.
Okay, Matty, I'm sorry, but
let's do something, anything.
Let me get out of here. Come on.
Fine. Start a grid search at the airport
and work your way out from there. Go.
Yeah, let's go.
Well, guess who was right.
Five days ago, my
darling wife, Amber,
escaped from the Serbian
prison she called home.
Whatever happened to
Cassian's mom being dead?
I lied. That really
surprise you?
Only thing that surprises me is
someone agreed to marry you.
She was in the
same line of work.
We had a similar
passion for homicide.
Anyway, how the hell did
she get into this building?
I don't know. That's what
I'm trying to figure out.
And you're certain that
Amber won't just call you
and tell you everything's okay?
Cassian's safe, he's
with her? Where he is?
We tried the whole co-parenting
thing. Didn't really take.
Can't imagine why.
Here's a little tidbit, Christopher
Robin, if we're being chatty.
Most people don't like sarcasm.
I do, but if you're gonna dig,
- use something else.
- All right.
You said you'd release
Nasha after Cassian was safe.
Well, problem solved. He's
with his mom. He's safe.
Now, let her go!
Safe? This woman is
me but with a temper.
And what happens if she slips
up and goes to prison again?
What happens to Cassian?
I don't know. Just call her
and work something out.
The last time that I
brought up custody with her,
she said she'd cut my eyes
out if I mentioned it again.
This is the most messed-up
child custody battle ever.
Which is why I really, really
need you to get my son back.
So, come on, time
to shine, Boy Wonder.
Bring me my son, and don't
forget Nasha's life still depends on it.
[sniffs]
- Why do you keep doing that?
- I know what it is.
- What are we looking for?
- Diplomats' escape tunnel.
- I told you it's plugged up.
- Yeah, you did.
- Oh, God, what is that awful smell?
- Highly concentrated muriatic acid.
- How the hell did it get down here?
- Your wife brought it.
It's how she got into
the consulate undetected.
Most people who paid
attention in science class
know concrete is alkaline,
which means even a
weak acid will eat away at it,
but spray a strong
acid, like muriatic acid,
on the surface, and the
porous substance will liquefy.
Scrape away the
sludge, reapply the acid,
and you can eat your way
through any amount of concrete,
so long as you have lots
of acid and lots of patience.
It would have taken her hours
- to cut through this much concrete.
- Truth.
I used to respect that about her. She
could take hours to murder somebody.
I never had that
kind of patience.
Well, unless she left a trail of
Reese's Pieces, we're done.
And things are about to get a
whole lot worse for your little Nasha.
Oh, no, we're not done yet.
That's it.
[Murdoc] A bank?
Yeah, it's how we're gonna
find your son. Trust me.
Mr. Carter, my name is
Roberto Cortes. I'm the manager.
I hear you're thinking of transferring
a sizable sum to our branch.
Mm-hmm. My business partner here and I
are looking to expand our company south,
and we're interested in
learning more about your bank.
- And what business are you in?
- Waste removal.
Ah, keep our hands right
where I can see them,
far away from that pesky
silent alarm under the desk.
We don't keep a large
amount of cash on hand.
Okay, A, that's a
total crock, and, B...
We just need to see your security
footage from about an hour ago.
Okay.
Go ahead, turn it around.
So, how's your day going so far?
I mean, besides this
part of it, of course.
Think I found it.
There she is, my better half.
All right, just need one
more thing from you.
Could you please
press that silent alarm?
[sirens wailing]
[indistinct shouting]
- Crystal Danver. Is that an alias?
- Ooh! It's one of her favorites.
[speaking Spanish]
[dispatcher speaking
Spanish over radio]
- What?
- You are good at this.
I mean, really good.
Do you ever consider, you know,
switching sides, playing for the fun team?
Joining up with the man
who murdered my friend
and kidnapped my
girlfriend? Hard pass.
Well, consider it an open invitation.
You ever change your mind, just...
Let me guess, speak your name three
times in a bathroom mirror, and you appear?
Or text. Either works.
- I want to ask you something.
- Chitchat. Go.
Why did you murder
Jill? Why not me?
You're really gonna ask a
sociopath his motive for murder?
That's cu... [laughing]
That's so cute. Next question.
She was a good person.
She was just doing her job.
- And I was doing mine.
- And now you've made it my job, too.
It's the only reason I
agreed to rejoin the Phoenix.
So good to know I'm your
inspiration. I want to be your Mona Lisa.
[dispatcher speaking
Spanish over radio]
[speaking Spanish]
[dispatcher speaking
Spanish over radio]
Amber and Cassian
are at a motel.
[speaking Spanish]
Housekeeping.
- [gun cocks]
- Down!
[gunshot]
Don't take it personally.
She hates everyone.
- Amber, honey, it's me. Can we talk?
- [gunshot]
God, she used
to be a better shot.
[groans]
[grunting]
This reminds me
of our first date.
Oh, yeah, you wore that dress,
the red one. I love that dress.
[both panting]
Be honest, you missed me.
I did.
Cassian's gone.
- Where is he?
- I don't know.
What are you talking about?
You took him from the consulate.
- Where is he, Amber?
- He was hungry. I went to get some food.
- Oh, you left him alone here?
- For five minutes!
- I didn't know Liu was tailing me.
- That's the dumbest thing...
Hey, hey, take a breath,
everyone. Amber, what happened?
I went to the bodega down the block.
When I got back, Cassian was gone.
No sign of him. Only this.
"I have him. Contact will
be made in two hours."
That was 40 minutes ago.
[song playing in Spanish]
What happened to your
face? Not all those are from me.
Mm, no, my pal
here got a little cross.
You know, you're a little
slower than you used to be.
Old age catching up?
[laughs] See, I was just
thinking the same thing about you.
Oh, and your aim sucks.
[chuckles] Always good
to see you, Cupcake.
Oh, no, you don't get to
call me that anymore, Cookie.
Remember? You
lost that privilege.
As fun as this is, I think
we should focus on Cassian.
Oh, yes, let's focus on our son,
Cassian. Why did you go after him, Amber?
You never had any
interest in him until now.
Three years in prison will change
your perspective on... everything.
All I did was sit in that
cell and think about
what a horrible mother I'd
been, and it broke my heart.
At least we can agree on one
thing; you are a horrible mother.
I made myself a promise:
I was gonna escape that
hellhole, find Cassian and start over.
It's a good thing I did,
considering the poor job
Papa Bear has
done protecting him.
I'm sorry. Everything I have
ever done has been for Cassian.
- Bravo. Father of the year.
- I...
I think this is heading into
less productive territory.
[phone ringing]
Yeah. We're here.
You killed my men, wasted
my time and pissed me off.
I should just murder the
brat now and be done with it.
If you lay a hand on my
son, I will skin you alive.
That's not an idle
threat. I've seen her do it.
Guys, threatening the man who
has your son is not a smart idea.
Just tell us what you want, Liu.
- Who is this?
- A concerned party.
Well, Mr. Concerned Party,
you tell the happy couple
that I'm giving them one last
chance to get Cassian back.
But the price has
gone up. $30 million.
Where are we supposed
to get that kind of cash?
Not my problem. Call this
number when you have it.
You have 48 hours, or I'll start
sending you little pieces of him.
[Bozer] Matty, we just finished
checking all 15 warehouses
in the industrial
park in Koreatown.
Try Echo Park near
the stadium next.
[Jack] Copy that, Matty, but are
you sure you don't want to bring
the cops or the Feds in on this?
More bodies sure would
help speed things up here.
True, but it might
tip off Murdoc,
and there's no telling
how he would respond.
Yeah, I get that,
Matty, but Nasha
could be anywhere in the
area we haven't searched yet.
I don't know, Jack. Something
Bozer said earlier kept bothering me.
Like, how Murdoc pulled
this together so fast.
And then I realized he couldn't.
There wouldn't be enough time.
Unless he knew where he was
gonna put Nasha before he grabbed her.
That's a good point. A place
he was already familiar with.
Right, so I looked up every
alias Murdoc's ever used.
Yeah, that nutcase has gone
by a lot of different names.
Thirty-five that we know
of, but only one of them's
got a commercial real
estate license in LA County.
"Brian Paiement." And he's got a
piece of property just north of LA.
[Riley] It's close
to the freeways,
it's away from prying eyes, and
it's got a large warehouse on the lot.
- That's got to be it.
- Jack, I'm texting you the address.
Okay, we're on our way.
Nice work, you two, nice work.
[tires screeching]
[MacGyver] Getting
our hands on $30 million
in under 48 hours would be a challenge
even under the best circumstances,
but given the fact the
cops are now looking
for the two dudes who
just held up a bank...
Been reaching out to my contacts.
There are no jobs paying 30 mil.
There's only one way to get
this much money this quickly.
- Steal it.
- Steal it.
Well, yeah, but who has that
kind of cash just lying around?
You know, we're not
that far from Medellín.
What, Reynaldo?
- He moves tens of millions every day.
- You killed Reynaldo.
[laughs] Oh, no,
no. I killed Jose.
That was you? Oh...
[laughs] Everyone was
talking about that one.
My God, you killed him, what, with
the, one of the little golf pencils, right?
Well, technically, it was two little
golf pencils, but yeah, that was me.
- That's impressive, Cookie.
- Thank you.
Who's Reynaldo?
He washes cash for over a third
of the scumbags in South America.
His armored truck
drives around Medellín
doing pickups from his
various cash businesses.
And when he's done with today's
pickups, we'll be there to steal the truck.
Welcome to the
dark side, Boy Scout.
[horn honking] [tires screech]
Drop the keys! Keep those
hands where I can see them, boys!
[tires screeching]
- As I was saying.
- Do you know who you're robbing?
Whom. "Do you know whom
you are robbing?" And, yes, we do.
Now, shut up and sit quietly, or your
day is gonna come to a messy end.
I don't mean to rush your
process, but we do need to hurry.
Hold the gun port
on that side with that.
When a large volume of air
is forced into a small space,
say, the back of an armored
truck, the pressure inside builds.
[metal creaking]
- Are you sure this is gonna work?
- Wait for it.
Seal the gun ports with burning
thermite, continue to pump in air,
and eventually the pressure
will become too great
for the closed system, and...
the weakest point will give.
You've broken so many
laws today, MacGyver.
I am beyond impressed.
Just hold up your
end of the deal,
or the last one I break is gonna
be putting you into the ground.
[MacGyver] Okay.
We are just under 700 pounds, but
we're over $31 million. We're good.
We have your money, Liu. Where's
the location for the exchange?
You ever get the feeling
everything happens for a reason?
Like, in a cosmic sense?
Yeah, I'm not really, I don't
know, into discussing philosophy
with the man who's
using my girlfriend's life
to blackmail me, so
let's just finish this.
I keep feeling like
maybe this whole ordeal
could be a second
chance for me and Amber.
- You want to hear about how we first met?
- No.
It was a chilly
evening in Moscow.
The sunset sparkled off the
spires of Saint Basil's Cathedral.
As I peered through the
scope on my M40 sniper rifle,
I spied a glint of gunmetal
on the adjacent rooftop.
And there she was, a
vision in tactical body armor,
aiming at my mark. She
was trying to snake my hit.
[laughs]
We both fired at the same time.
Our slugs hit simultaneously.
Afterward, we couldn't
agree on whose kill it was,
so, you know, we
decided to split the money
and a bottle of vodka.
Your first date started
with a homicide?
Maybe prison did give
her a change of heart.
She seems different.
When we get Cassian
back, I don't know,
maybe there's a future
for the three of us.
On the lam, of course.
Is that really the life
you want for your son?
Children belong
with their parents.
I mean, you of all people
should understand that.
Yeah. Stable ones.
That doesn't include you and, uh,
Bride of Frankenstein over there.
Ouch.
If I were you, I'd want a
safe environment for my son.
Oh, yes, with the white
picket fences, the latte shops.
Turn on the news, Boy Scout. No
place is safe for anyone anymore.
Maybe, but you can
reduce the risk. We can help.
You and your band of merry
do-gooders want to raise my son?
[chuckles] Anything to
get him away from you.
Got the location
for the exchange.
It's a bit of a drive.
We should hit the road.
[tires screech]
Jack? I think I found her.
Man, if Mac was here,
he'd know how to...
Hey, hang on, now.
Bozer, you know Murdoc.
There's no way he'd
make it this easy.
I'm surprised this door
wasn't booby-trapped.
I got to think of something.
Give me your shoe.
Are you... are you serious?
Are you a team player?
Come on, let's go.
[gunfire]
Yep. I knew it. He's got one of his
automatic toys guarding the place.
- Okay. Give me your other shoe.
- Man...
All right, you look
left, I'll look right.
It's like getting a sniper to expose
his position by giving him a target.
You get it, yeah?
There. Up in the rafters.
That's where it's firing from.
Now we know where it is, but how
do we get up there and disarm it?
I'll handle it.
[device powering down]
All clear.
Nasha, can you
hear me? It's Bozer.
Bozer? Please,
get me out of here.
[beeping]
Uh, Jack? What's that sound?
The rifle's booby-trapped.
Disarming it must have
triggered something else.
- Nasha, what's going on in there?
- I don't know.
[whirring]
Jack! The air's
being sucked out.
We got to free her
before she suffocates.
- What would Mac do? What would Mac do?
- "What would Dalton do?"
That's the question you
should be asking yourself.
Okay, I have an idea,
but you're gonna have
to move away from that
thing. Tell Nasha to sit tight.
Nasha, don't move. We're
gonna get you out, okay?
Hurry! It's getting
hard to breathe.
[tires squealing]
- Jack?
- Don't worry,
I'm gonna get you out of
here. It's gonna be all right.
It's okay. Let's go. Let's
go. Come on. I got you.
Come on.
Matty, we got Nasha.
She's safe.
[tires screech]
- Where's Cassian?
- First the money, then the boy.
It's all here. Go ahead.
Look for yourself.
We're good.
All right. You have your
money. Now, where's the kid?
He's a quarter mile down the
road in an abandoned tire plant.
If he is hurt even one little
bit, you know I'll find you.
No need for threats. The
boy is in perfect health.
Pleasure doing
business with you.
Now, if you'll excuse
me, we need to get going.
Cookie.
Shall we?
Amber, why did he
just call you "Cookie?"
Thanks for the cash,
Cupcake. And the laughs.
Felt like old times.
What about Cassian?
You wanted him. He's yours.
[vehicle doors closing]
So much for reconciliation.
How could she do this?
Was it for money? [chuckles]
"Till death do us part."
That's what she said.
I'm gonna make that true.
Look, as long as
Cassian's safe, we've won.
Thanks for the insight, Boy Scout.
I don't need your words of wisdom.
I just need you to let me
know when Cassian's safe.
[engine starts]
Sorry, honey,
but I need closure.
Cassian! Cassian!
In here! I'm in here!
Hold on one second, okay?
- Where's my dad?
- He's close by.
And you're gonna see him
very soon. You're safe now.
[groans]
[grunting]
[panting]
[groans]
[panting]
[man yells]
[grunting]
[groans]
Ah... I need you to step
away from the vehicle, please.
Come on. Hands!
[grunting]
Listen, Murdoc, we
can work something out.
- Take the money.
- Shh.
MacGyver, do you have Cassian?
[MacGyver] I got him. He's okay.
Excellent news.
Well, not for you.
Not much surprises me
anymore, but you just did.
I'm no one's moral
compass, Amber, but...
Seriously, what the
hell's wrong with you?
I guess I wasn't cut out for
motherhood. Is that really so surprising?
Just get it over with.
- Pull the trigger, Cupcake.
- I should, Cookie.
God, I really
should, but I won't.
Well, you always
were so sentimental.
Oh, this isn't about
you. You are dead to me.
It's about Cassian. I can't tell
my son that I killed his mother.
- Then what happens now?
- You disappear.
You never go near Cassian again.
Because if you do, I think
you know what will happen.
You think you're
fit to raise a child?
Actually, no. But...
[chuckles softly]
Thanks to this little
jaunt down memory lane,
it's become quite clear to
me what's best for our son.
- What does that mean?
- None of your concern.
Run along, now.
Dad!
Oh! Hey.
Oh, buddy.
I was so worried about
you. Are you okay?
- You don't look so good.
- I'm fine. Inside.
Now that I know you're okay.
Where's Mommy?
That's a good question.
Mom had to go on a business
trip, a very long one. [chuckles]
The biological got away.
But Liu and his friends didn't.
I got the money back, too.
You also got Cassian back.
I think it's time you upheld
your end of the bargain.
[groans]
- There's no need.
- [phone beeps]
Your friends proved
more than capable.
- [Nasha sobbing]
- It's gonna be all right.
It's gonna be all right.
- [Nasha] Jack...
- [deep sigh]
I'm surprised you didn't go
on this business trip with her.
Stay here one second, pal.
I've been thinking
about what you said.
Our little guy would be
safest with your people.
I want what's best for my son.
That is, if you think Matilda
would be open to an arrangement.
He goes into federal protection.
You go into federal custody.
Fine.
I suppose we can make that work.
[door opens]
Oh, my two favorite people
in the whole wide world.
- You here to take me to my new home?
- Not quite yet.
Your cell at the supermax
is still being prepared.
We've come to tell you that
Cassian has been officially
placed in a loving home.
With a family that will give
him a chance at a normal life.
Well, Matilda, from
the bottom of my heart...
Thank you.
Now, what's his address? I'm
gonna need it to stay in touch with...
Never gonna happen.
But... if you're
a stellar inmate,
and I mean stellar,
then perhaps I can arrange
a heavily supervised visit.
- Heavily supervised.
- Thank you.
Of course you're
invited, too, Boy Scout.
I mean, Cassian sees
you like an uncle now.
Which makes us like brothers.
You come across as pure evil,
a dark and twisted soul, but...
I think there's a shred of
humanity still left in there.
You say that to the man who
killed Jill and abducted Nasha.
That's true, but if you hadn't let me
call Phoenix after you grabbed me,
they never would
have found Nasha.
So, I'm wondering if a part of
you wanted them to save her.
You always were a
smart one, MacGyver.
Knew I should have never
given him that damn phone.
[sighing] Oh, well. We made a
fantastic team, didn't we, pal?
Maybe we could do
it again sometime.
No.
Well, my door will
always be open.
Not technically. Technically, my
door's gonna be locked real tight.
But metaphorically,
metaphorically,
my door will always be open to you,
MacGyver, when you need my help.
[clears throat]
Oh, Angus.
Please tell the GF it
was nothing personal.
Even Lois Lane knew the
dangers of dating Superman.
So should Nasha.
[door opens]
Nasha, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I'm fine, Angus.
It's over.
Everything's going to be okay.
[sighs]
on MacGyver...
Take this, and then make
sure you bring it back to me.
[grunting]
- Get down!
- [bullets ricocheting]
What the hell is going on?
And who is this guy wearing
my George Washington mask?
- Stay.
- I still don't know your name.
- Murdoc.
- Dad!
Daddy has to make a quick stop.
[Jill] Hello?
- Jill?
- Hey, Mac. Where are you?
Heard you been looking for me.
- [Jill screams]
- Jill.
Someone told me you're back in town.
I really do hope we can see each other.
[Murdoc whistling
"Home on the Range"]
I can't believe you
still have this thing.
Frankly, I can't believe
you're still living here.
[grunting]
[choking] Hello, MacGyver.
We really got to go through the motions?
We both know how this is gonna end, okay?
No matter how
many blows you land,
I'm gonna pull out my gun,
and you'll do exactly what I say.
How about we just
skip to that part, huh?
Okay!
[panting]
Any chance I could
get a glass of water?
If you're gonna kill me,
do it now. Don't drag it out.
Kill you? I'm not here
to kill you, MacGyver.
I'm here 'cause
I need your help.
So, I guess that's a
no on the water, huh?
See, my son Cassian
was kidnapped.
[groans] Yeah. One of the members
of my failed little Collective took him.
Thought you killed all of them.
Oh, I tried. [chuckles]
But wouldn't you know?
The one guy whose ticket
I didn't punch nabs my kid.
I should have started
with him, hmm?
Is this filtered?
Are we here to talk about
my water or your son?
Cassian's kidnapper is a
guy named Benjamin Liu.
Liu's former Chinese secret police.
Very dangerous. He's very violent.
The things I used
to respect about him.
Anyhoo, Liu's ransom demand just
came in. $5 million, or Cassian dies.
You have $5 million.
Why not pay the ransom?
Paying him won't bring Cassian
home. This isn't about money.
Liu is trying to lure me
out so he can execute me.
Then go save your son.
You're more than capable.
Thanks for the
compliment, Boy Scout.
But, see, I went to do
that very thing yesterday,
and it turns out Liu is
keeping Cassian in a place
that might as
well be a fortress.
And you are the magic key
that's gonna unlock all the doors.
No, I'm not.
This is about Jill, isn't it?
[groans] I knew my killing her was
gonna be a sticking point for you.
But we are talking about
an innocent child, MacGyver.
You really gonna let
a ten-year-old boy die?
You see? Knew you were
gonna be on the fence about this.
I appreciate your
position. It's a toughie.
But you see, MacGyver,
I care about you so much
that I went ahead and made it a lot
easier for you to make your decision.
I knew that would help
you change your mind.
- You get the text from Mac, too?
- That's why I'm here.
So he calls a meeting,
then doesn't show up?
Hola, amigos. Where's Mac?
He just texted me to
meet him in the war room.
- What, he's not here yet?
- This is weird, man. I'm calling him.
Went right to voice mail.
[phone ringing]
Well, that's got to
be him right there.
Nobody has this number but us.
- Hey, what's up, man?
- Mac? Where are you?
Hey, guys. Sorry, I got
to leave town for a while.
- I got to go do something with someone.
- What's going on, dude?
[Murdoc] "Someone?" Come on,
MacGyver. I'm not just someone.
Hello, team Phoenix. Boy,
have I missed you guys.
- Especially you, Bozer.
- What are you doing with that lunatic?
Now, now, now, Jack. There's
no need for name-calling.
I was just about to get to that.
See, MacGyver and I, we're
going on a little road trip.
Just the two of us.
None of you are invited.
Murdoc's son has been kidnapped.
So, I'm gonna go help him find Cassian.
I knew you guys would be worried
when I didn't show up for
work, but trust me: I'll be fine.
But I need you guys to promise that
none of you will come looking, okay?
No one in this room is
gonna agree to that, Mac.
No way.
I promise not to kill him,
so long as you all stay
very, very far away. Mm-kay?
But I catch so much as a whiff of a
tail or Jack trying to sneak up on me,
I'm gonna break that promise.
Are we clear on the rules?
I don't follow your rules, 'Doc.
Jack, do not follow me. Promise.
I'm serious.
Yeah...
Did we just enter
The Twilight Zone?
Why in the hell would he
be working with Murdoc?
The only way Mac would
go anywhere with Murdoc
- is if he didn't have a choice.
- What are you saying, Matty?
I'm saying that I think Murdoc
has someone that Mac cares about.
Nasha.
- Bozer.
- On it.
I ran a trace. They're
in Long Beach.
Long Beach. Okay, good,
good. Matty, tac team.
Hold on, Jack.
Dalton, stand down!
Hey, he's in real danger right
now, Matty. Do you not get that?
But you heard what he said.
And we don't have all the info yet.
Solomon said Nasha got on a
plane yesterday headed for LA.
Mac didn't say anything to me
about Nasha coming to Los Angeles.
That's 'cause he didn't
know she was coming. Look.
Someone mirrored Mac's
phone and was texting Nasha
pretending to be him.
Murdoc catfished Nasha.
We can't go after MacGyver until
we've taken away Murdoc's leverage.
[MacGyver] You're sure this is
where Liu is keeping Cassian?
Oh, yes. My sources were
highly motivated to tell the truth.
Said he's being
held on the first floor.
Looks municipal.
Former federal building?
Former Russian
consulate. The Russkies fled
after the Soviet
Union collapsed.
The building changed hands for
several years, and Liu acquired it.
Okay, Boy Scout,
time to do your thing.
- Dazzle me.
- [sighs]
Well, Liu has surveillance cameras
covering every ground-level approach,
which means our best bet is
going to be a breach from below.
It's a consulate, which means that
there should be a secret escape tunnel
or a rabbit hole that diplomats
would use in case of attack.
It does, indeed. If my
sources are to be believed,
and again, they were highly
motivated to tell me the truth,
the tunnel's been plugged for decades
with over seven feet of poured concrete.
Not even you could
quietly get us through that
with the amount of
time we have. So?
Really?
You're stumped?
Hate to say it, MacGyver,
but #disappointed.
What about the windows?
What is it?
There were guards
everywhere the other day.
Where are the guards?
I don't think walking
right up to the front gates
in full view of all these
cameras is a great idea.
[creaking]
Evil before beauty.
That explains it.
Double tap to the
chest. Single to the head.
That's quality work.
[sniffs] You smell that?
[sniffs] I don't smell anything.
- Come on.
- It's chemical.
It's probably the ammo.
That stiff just had a
recent lead transfusion.
No, it's not cordite.
It's something else.
Look, none of these men
had their weapons drawn.
Whoever did this
caught them by surprise.
He was here.
Whoever killed these
men has my son.
- What?
- Nothing, I just...
think I caught a little human
emotion on your face there.
- Any of these dead guys Liu?
- Uh, no.
Well, then, isn't it possible
that Liu escaped with Cassian
- before the shooter could get to him?
- Let me see that little knife of yours.
- Wait.
- Chop-chop, Boy Scout.
[Murdoc grunting]
- What are you doing?
- Ballistics analysis.
- Hand-pressed .45 grain hollow point.
- So?
So, I know who killed
these men, who has my son.
- Who?
- My wife.
Okay, I got behind
the phone Mac used
to call the Phoenix, and I
found a ton of files, including this.
Help! Help, please!
Son of a bitch.
Please, help!
That's why Mac agreed to help.
Riley, can you tell
where this was recorded?
No. Metadata's been stripped.
We have no earthly idea
where Nasha is. This... this...
Hold on. I think
I got something.
- That's him.
- [Matty] 9:17 a.m.
That what time Nasha
left LAX with Murdoc.
Riley, what time did
Mac call the Phoenix?
10:49 a.m.
So taking into account drive time,
that leaves Murdoc roughly 45 minutes
from the moment he picked up
Nasha to stash her somewhere.
Okay, so 45 minutes
means this is our search area.
[laughs] That... that's half
the city, including downtown.
And all we have to go on is that Nasha's
in a room with one cinderblock wall.
That's like every hipster
apartment in 60 square miles.
Yeah, I know, right?
Yeah, well, it's all
we've got right now,
so everybody needs to
get their head in the game.
Now, what do we know that
can help us to shrink that circle?
Okay, Murdoc would need to control
the location where he stashed Nasha.
- He'd want to be close to freeways.
- And he wouldn't want any neighbors.
I know Murdoc is good, but how
the hell did he set this up so fast?
Hey, I have an idea. Why don't
we sit in here and do nothing?
Stop it.
Okay, Matty, I'm sorry, but
let's do something, anything.
Let me get out of here. Come on.
Fine. Start a grid search at the airport
and work your way out from there. Go.
Yeah, let's go.
Well, guess who was right.
Five days ago, my
darling wife, Amber,
escaped from the Serbian
prison she called home.
Whatever happened to
Cassian's mom being dead?
I lied. That really
surprise you?
Only thing that surprises me is
someone agreed to marry you.
She was in the
same line of work.
We had a similar
passion for homicide.
Anyway, how the hell did
she get into this building?
I don't know. That's what
I'm trying to figure out.
And you're certain that
Amber won't just call you
and tell you everything's okay?
Cassian's safe, he's
with her? Where he is?
We tried the whole co-parenting
thing. Didn't really take.
Can't imagine why.
Here's a little tidbit, Christopher
Robin, if we're being chatty.
Most people don't like sarcasm.
I do, but if you're gonna dig,
- use something else.
- All right.
You said you'd release
Nasha after Cassian was safe.
Well, problem solved. He's
with his mom. He's safe.
Now, let her go!
Safe? This woman is
me but with a temper.
And what happens if she slips
up and goes to prison again?
What happens to Cassian?
I don't know. Just call her
and work something out.
The last time that I
brought up custody with her,
she said she'd cut my eyes
out if I mentioned it again.
This is the most messed-up
child custody battle ever.
Which is why I really, really
need you to get my son back.
So, come on, time
to shine, Boy Wonder.
Bring me my son, and don't
forget Nasha's life still depends on it.
[sniffs]
- Why do you keep doing that?
- I know what it is.
- What are we looking for?
- Diplomats' escape tunnel.
- I told you it's plugged up.
- Yeah, you did.
- Oh, God, what is that awful smell?
- Highly concentrated muriatic acid.
- How the hell did it get down here?
- Your wife brought it.
It's how she got into
the consulate undetected.
Most people who paid
attention in science class
know concrete is alkaline,
which means even a
weak acid will eat away at it,
but spray a strong
acid, like muriatic acid,
on the surface, and the
porous substance will liquefy.
Scrape away the
sludge, reapply the acid,
and you can eat your way
through any amount of concrete,
so long as you have lots
of acid and lots of patience.
It would have taken her hours
- to cut through this much concrete.
- Truth.
I used to respect that about her. She
could take hours to murder somebody.
I never had that
kind of patience.
Well, unless she left a trail of
Reese's Pieces, we're done.
And things are about to get a
whole lot worse for your little Nasha.
Oh, no, we're not done yet.
That's it.
[Murdoc] A bank?
Yeah, it's how we're gonna
find your son. Trust me.
Mr. Carter, my name is
Roberto Cortes. I'm the manager.
I hear you're thinking of transferring
a sizable sum to our branch.
Mm-hmm. My business partner here and I
are looking to expand our company south,
and we're interested in
learning more about your bank.
- And what business are you in?
- Waste removal.
Ah, keep our hands right
where I can see them,
far away from that pesky
silent alarm under the desk.
We don't keep a large
amount of cash on hand.
Okay, A, that's a
total crock, and, B...
We just need to see your security
footage from about an hour ago.
Okay.
Go ahead, turn it around.
So, how's your day going so far?
I mean, besides this
part of it, of course.
Think I found it.
There she is, my better half.
All right, just need one
more thing from you.
Could you please
press that silent alarm?
[sirens wailing]
[indistinct shouting]
- Crystal Danver. Is that an alias?
- Ooh! It's one of her favorites.
[speaking Spanish]
[dispatcher speaking
Spanish over radio]
- What?
- You are good at this.
I mean, really good.
Do you ever consider, you know,
switching sides, playing for the fun team?
Joining up with the man
who murdered my friend
and kidnapped my
girlfriend? Hard pass.
Well, consider it an open invitation.
You ever change your mind, just...
Let me guess, speak your name three
times in a bathroom mirror, and you appear?
Or text. Either works.
- I want to ask you something.
- Chitchat. Go.
Why did you murder
Jill? Why not me?
You're really gonna ask a
sociopath his motive for murder?
That's cu... [laughing]
That's so cute. Next question.
She was a good person.
She was just doing her job.
- And I was doing mine.
- And now you've made it my job, too.
It's the only reason I
agreed to rejoin the Phoenix.
So good to know I'm your
inspiration. I want to be your Mona Lisa.
[dispatcher speaking
Spanish over radio]
[speaking Spanish]
[dispatcher speaking
Spanish over radio]
Amber and Cassian
are at a motel.
[speaking Spanish]
Housekeeping.
- [gun cocks]
- Down!
[gunshot]
Don't take it personally.
She hates everyone.
- Amber, honey, it's me. Can we talk?
- [gunshot]
God, she used
to be a better shot.
[groans]
[grunting]
This reminds me
of our first date.
Oh, yeah, you wore that dress,
the red one. I love that dress.
[both panting]
Be honest, you missed me.
I did.
Cassian's gone.
- Where is he?
- I don't know.
What are you talking about?
You took him from the consulate.
- Where is he, Amber?
- He was hungry. I went to get some food.
- Oh, you left him alone here?
- For five minutes!
- I didn't know Liu was tailing me.
- That's the dumbest thing...
Hey, hey, take a breath,
everyone. Amber, what happened?
I went to the bodega down the block.
When I got back, Cassian was gone.
No sign of him. Only this.
"I have him. Contact will
be made in two hours."
That was 40 minutes ago.
[song playing in Spanish]
What happened to your
face? Not all those are from me.
Mm, no, my pal
here got a little cross.
You know, you're a little
slower than you used to be.
Old age catching up?
[laughs] See, I was just
thinking the same thing about you.
Oh, and your aim sucks.
[chuckles] Always good
to see you, Cupcake.
Oh, no, you don't get to
call me that anymore, Cookie.
Remember? You
lost that privilege.
As fun as this is, I think
we should focus on Cassian.
Oh, yes, let's focus on our son,
Cassian. Why did you go after him, Amber?
You never had any
interest in him until now.
Three years in prison will change
your perspective on... everything.
All I did was sit in that
cell and think about
what a horrible mother I'd
been, and it broke my heart.
At least we can agree on one
thing; you are a horrible mother.
I made myself a promise:
I was gonna escape that
hellhole, find Cassian and start over.
It's a good thing I did,
considering the poor job
Papa Bear has
done protecting him.
I'm sorry. Everything I have
ever done has been for Cassian.
- Bravo. Father of the year.
- I...
I think this is heading into
less productive territory.
[phone ringing]
Yeah. We're here.
You killed my men, wasted
my time and pissed me off.
I should just murder the
brat now and be done with it.
If you lay a hand on my
son, I will skin you alive.
That's not an idle
threat. I've seen her do it.
Guys, threatening the man who
has your son is not a smart idea.
Just tell us what you want, Liu.
- Who is this?
- A concerned party.
Well, Mr. Concerned Party,
you tell the happy couple
that I'm giving them one last
chance to get Cassian back.
But the price has
gone up. $30 million.
Where are we supposed
to get that kind of cash?
Not my problem. Call this
number when you have it.
You have 48 hours, or I'll start
sending you little pieces of him.
[Bozer] Matty, we just finished
checking all 15 warehouses
in the industrial
park in Koreatown.
Try Echo Park near
the stadium next.
[Jack] Copy that, Matty, but are
you sure you don't want to bring
the cops or the Feds in on this?
More bodies sure would
help speed things up here.
True, but it might
tip off Murdoc,
and there's no telling
how he would respond.
Yeah, I get that,
Matty, but Nasha
could be anywhere in the
area we haven't searched yet.
I don't know, Jack. Something
Bozer said earlier kept bothering me.
Like, how Murdoc pulled
this together so fast.
And then I realized he couldn't.
There wouldn't be enough time.
Unless he knew where he was
gonna put Nasha before he grabbed her.
That's a good point. A place
he was already familiar with.
Right, so I looked up every
alias Murdoc's ever used.
Yeah, that nutcase has gone
by a lot of different names.
Thirty-five that we know
of, but only one of them's
got a commercial real
estate license in LA County.
"Brian Paiement." And he's got a
piece of property just north of LA.
[Riley] It's close
to the freeways,
it's away from prying eyes, and
it's got a large warehouse on the lot.
- That's got to be it.
- Jack, I'm texting you the address.
Okay, we're on our way.
Nice work, you two, nice work.
[tires screeching]
[MacGyver] Getting
our hands on $30 million
in under 48 hours would be a challenge
even under the best circumstances,
but given the fact the
cops are now looking
for the two dudes who
just held up a bank...
Been reaching out to my contacts.
There are no jobs paying 30 mil.
There's only one way to get
this much money this quickly.
- Steal it.
- Steal it.
Well, yeah, but who has that
kind of cash just lying around?
You know, we're not
that far from Medellín.
What, Reynaldo?
- He moves tens of millions every day.
- You killed Reynaldo.
[laughs] Oh, no,
no. I killed Jose.
That was you? Oh...
[laughs] Everyone was
talking about that one.
My God, you killed him, what, with
the, one of the little golf pencils, right?
Well, technically, it was two little
golf pencils, but yeah, that was me.
- That's impressive, Cookie.
- Thank you.
Who's Reynaldo?
He washes cash for over a third
of the scumbags in South America.
His armored truck
drives around Medellín
doing pickups from his
various cash businesses.
And when he's done with today's
pickups, we'll be there to steal the truck.
Welcome to the
dark side, Boy Scout.
[horn honking] [tires screech]
Drop the keys! Keep those
hands where I can see them, boys!
[tires screeching]
- As I was saying.
- Do you know who you're robbing?
Whom. "Do you know whom
you are robbing?" And, yes, we do.
Now, shut up and sit quietly, or your
day is gonna come to a messy end.
I don't mean to rush your
process, but we do need to hurry.
Hold the gun port
on that side with that.
When a large volume of air
is forced into a small space,
say, the back of an armored
truck, the pressure inside builds.
[metal creaking]
- Are you sure this is gonna work?
- Wait for it.
Seal the gun ports with burning
thermite, continue to pump in air,
and eventually the pressure
will become too great
for the closed system, and...
the weakest point will give.
You've broken so many
laws today, MacGyver.
I am beyond impressed.
Just hold up your
end of the deal,
or the last one I break is gonna
be putting you into the ground.
[MacGyver] Okay.
We are just under 700 pounds, but
we're over $31 million. We're good.
We have your money, Liu. Where's
the location for the exchange?
You ever get the feeling
everything happens for a reason?
Like, in a cosmic sense?
Yeah, I'm not really, I don't
know, into discussing philosophy
with the man who's
using my girlfriend's life
to blackmail me, so
let's just finish this.
I keep feeling like
maybe this whole ordeal
could be a second
chance for me and Amber.
- You want to hear about how we first met?
- No.
It was a chilly
evening in Moscow.
The sunset sparkled off the
spires of Saint Basil's Cathedral.
As I peered through the
scope on my M40 sniper rifle,
I spied a glint of gunmetal
on the adjacent rooftop.
And there she was, a
vision in tactical body armor,
aiming at my mark. She
was trying to snake my hit.
[laughs]
We both fired at the same time.
Our slugs hit simultaneously.
Afterward, we couldn't
agree on whose kill it was,
so, you know, we
decided to split the money
and a bottle of vodka.
Your first date started
with a homicide?
Maybe prison did give
her a change of heart.
She seems different.
When we get Cassian
back, I don't know,
maybe there's a future
for the three of us.
On the lam, of course.
Is that really the life
you want for your son?
Children belong
with their parents.
I mean, you of all people
should understand that.
Yeah. Stable ones.
That doesn't include you and, uh,
Bride of Frankenstein over there.
Ouch.
If I were you, I'd want a
safe environment for my son.
Oh, yes, with the white
picket fences, the latte shops.
Turn on the news, Boy Scout. No
place is safe for anyone anymore.
Maybe, but you can
reduce the risk. We can help.
You and your band of merry
do-gooders want to raise my son?
[chuckles] Anything to
get him away from you.
Got the location
for the exchange.
It's a bit of a drive.
We should hit the road.
[tires screech]
Jack? I think I found her.
Man, if Mac was here,
he'd know how to...
Hey, hang on, now.
Bozer, you know Murdoc.
There's no way he'd
make it this easy.
I'm surprised this door
wasn't booby-trapped.
I got to think of something.
Give me your shoe.
Are you... are you serious?
Are you a team player?
Come on, let's go.
[gunfire]
Yep. I knew it. He's got one of his
automatic toys guarding the place.
- Okay. Give me your other shoe.
- Man...
All right, you look
left, I'll look right.
It's like getting a sniper to expose
his position by giving him a target.
You get it, yeah?
There. Up in the rafters.
That's where it's firing from.
Now we know where it is, but how
do we get up there and disarm it?
I'll handle it.
[device powering down]
All clear.
Nasha, can you
hear me? It's Bozer.
Bozer? Please,
get me out of here.
[beeping]
Uh, Jack? What's that sound?
The rifle's booby-trapped.
Disarming it must have
triggered something else.
- Nasha, what's going on in there?
- I don't know.
[whirring]
Jack! The air's
being sucked out.
We got to free her
before she suffocates.
- What would Mac do? What would Mac do?
- "What would Dalton do?"
That's the question you
should be asking yourself.
Okay, I have an idea,
but you're gonna have
to move away from that
thing. Tell Nasha to sit tight.
Nasha, don't move. We're
gonna get you out, okay?
Hurry! It's getting
hard to breathe.
[tires squealing]
- Jack?
- Don't worry,
I'm gonna get you out of
here. It's gonna be all right.
It's okay. Let's go. Let's
go. Come on. I got you.
Come on.
Matty, we got Nasha.
She's safe.
[tires screech]
- Where's Cassian?
- First the money, then the boy.
It's all here. Go ahead.
Look for yourself.
We're good.
All right. You have your
money. Now, where's the kid?
He's a quarter mile down the
road in an abandoned tire plant.
If he is hurt even one little
bit, you know I'll find you.
No need for threats. The
boy is in perfect health.
Pleasure doing
business with you.
Now, if you'll excuse
me, we need to get going.
Cookie.
Shall we?
Amber, why did he
just call you "Cookie?"
Thanks for the cash,
Cupcake. And the laughs.
Felt like old times.
What about Cassian?
You wanted him. He's yours.
[vehicle doors closing]
So much for reconciliation.
How could she do this?
Was it for money? [chuckles]
"Till death do us part."
That's what she said.
I'm gonna make that true.
Look, as long as
Cassian's safe, we've won.
Thanks for the insight, Boy Scout.
I don't need your words of wisdom.
I just need you to let me
know when Cassian's safe.
[engine starts]
Sorry, honey,
but I need closure.
Cassian! Cassian!
In here! I'm in here!
Hold on one second, okay?
- Where's my dad?
- He's close by.
And you're gonna see him
very soon. You're safe now.
[groans]
[grunting]
[panting]
[groans]
[panting]
[man yells]
[grunting]
[groans]
Ah... I need you to step
away from the vehicle, please.
Come on. Hands!
[grunting]
Listen, Murdoc, we
can work something out.
- Take the money.
- Shh.
MacGyver, do you have Cassian?
[MacGyver] I got him. He's okay.
Excellent news.
Well, not for you.
Not much surprises me
anymore, but you just did.
I'm no one's moral
compass, Amber, but...
Seriously, what the
hell's wrong with you?
I guess I wasn't cut out for
motherhood. Is that really so surprising?
Just get it over with.
- Pull the trigger, Cupcake.
- I should, Cookie.
God, I really
should, but I won't.
Well, you always
were so sentimental.
Oh, this isn't about
you. You are dead to me.
It's about Cassian. I can't tell
my son that I killed his mother.
- Then what happens now?
- You disappear.
You never go near Cassian again.
Because if you do, I think
you know what will happen.
You think you're
fit to raise a child?
Actually, no. But...
[chuckles softly]
Thanks to this little
jaunt down memory lane,
it's become quite clear to
me what's best for our son.
- What does that mean?
- None of your concern.
Run along, now.
Dad!
Oh! Hey.
Oh, buddy.
I was so worried about
you. Are you okay?
- You don't look so good.
- I'm fine. Inside.
Now that I know you're okay.
Where's Mommy?
That's a good question.
Mom had to go on a business
trip, a very long one. [chuckles]
The biological got away.
But Liu and his friends didn't.
I got the money back, too.
You also got Cassian back.
I think it's time you upheld
your end of the bargain.
[groans]
- There's no need.
- [phone beeps]
Your friends proved
more than capable.
- [Nasha sobbing]
- It's gonna be all right.
It's gonna be all right.
- [Nasha] Jack...
- [deep sigh]
I'm surprised you didn't go
on this business trip with her.
Stay here one second, pal.
I've been thinking
about what you said.
Our little guy would be
safest with your people.
I want what's best for my son.
That is, if you think Matilda
would be open to an arrangement.
He goes into federal protection.
You go into federal custody.
Fine.
I suppose we can make that work.
[door opens]
Oh, my two favorite people
in the whole wide world.
- You here to take me to my new home?
- Not quite yet.
Your cell at the supermax
is still being prepared.
We've come to tell you that
Cassian has been officially
placed in a loving home.
With a family that will give
him a chance at a normal life.
Well, Matilda, from
the bottom of my heart...
Thank you.
Now, what's his address? I'm
gonna need it to stay in touch with...
Never gonna happen.
But... if you're
a stellar inmate,
and I mean stellar,
then perhaps I can arrange
a heavily supervised visit.
- Heavily supervised.
- Thank you.
Of course you're
invited, too, Boy Scout.
I mean, Cassian sees
you like an uncle now.
Which makes us like brothers.
You come across as pure evil,
a dark and twisted soul, but...
I think there's a shred of
humanity still left in there.
You say that to the man who
killed Jill and abducted Nasha.
That's true, but if you hadn't let me
call Phoenix after you grabbed me,
they never would
have found Nasha.
So, I'm wondering if a part of
you wanted them to save her.
You always were a
smart one, MacGyver.
Knew I should have never
given him that damn phone.
[sighing] Oh, well. We made a
fantastic team, didn't we, pal?
Maybe we could do
it again sometime.
No.
Well, my door will
always be open.
Not technically. Technically, my
door's gonna be locked real tight.
But metaphorically,
metaphorically,
my door will always be open to you,
MacGyver, when you need my help.
[clears throat]
Oh, Angus.
Please tell the GF it
was nothing personal.
Even Lois Lane knew the
dangers of dating Superman.
So should Nasha.
[door opens]
Nasha, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I'm fine, Angus.
It's over.
Everything's going to be okay.
[sighs]