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You been out here a while, Angus.

You hungry?

He's not coming back, is he?

No, I don't think he is.

Why not?

Well, I'm sure he's got his reasons.

Did I do something wrong?

No, buddy, this isn't because of you

or anything you did.

Then why?

When Mom got sick, you said

everything happens for a reason.

So what's the reason now?

Well...

your dad is a very smart man.

Probably the smartest fella I know,

except for maybe you.

But all those smarts, they come at a price.

Sometimes a man like your dad can get so focused

on what he thinks is important

that he completely misses out on what really is important.

When your old man realizes that,

he'll be back.

Until then, no matter what...

No matter where he goes,

how long he stays away,

your father will never stop loving you.

Is that a paper clip?

I can't get this part to bend.

Oh.

Try this.

Keep it.

It's been good to me. It'll be good to you.

If you ever feel alone,

or like you got a problem you can't solve,

take it out of your pocket,

look at it, and remember

it's got a tool for every situation.

With it, you can do just about anything.

Can I use it to find him?

You know, I remember a children's rhyme once

that said "There's a place in France..."

Wait, was it France?

What are you doing here?

Me? Moi?

I'm doing the came thing you are.

I came all the way out here to have

a nice tall glass of Château de...

I can't pronounce that. And the women, of course.

Seriously, what are you doing here?

Seriously, I could ask you the same thing.

I'm allowed a few days off, aren't I?

Of course you are. And who doesn't enjoy

a nice, relaxing trip halfway around the world

to track down some old professor

your dad traded letters with 16 years ago?

Who wouldn't love that? Sounds so... relaxing.

You tailed me from the airport, huh?

I'm doing my job, Mac. I'm your bodyguard.

- Don't you get that? - Not when we're off the clock, you're not.

Yeah, yeah, even when we're off the clock.

You know why? 'Cause we're never off the clock, man.

Look, I know you can blow your own nose, man,

but you got to at least let me know when you're

- just gonna leave the country. - No.

Because then I would have had to listen to you tell me

how crazy it is to fly all the way out here

just to find some old professor who,

even if he does remember my dad,

probably hasn't the foggiest notion

where he is or how to find him.

A: that's exactly what I would have said.

And B: sounds like you'd agree with me.

I know I'm grasping at straws, Jack,

but it's my dad, so I have to try everything.

You've already circled the globe with me twice.

Nothing's come of it.

You've gone so far above and beyond,

it's just not cool for me to ask you

- on another wild goose chase. - Come on.

You know I am in 100%

when it comes to finding your dad.

That includes any and all long shots,

slim chances and dead ends.

But you've got to at least let me know what's going on, man.

I mean, how am I supposed to look out for you

if I don't know what continent you're currently on?

Look, just because I can't find my dad doesn't mean

I need you as a helicopter parent.

You sure about that?

Hmm?

I wasn't the only one that tailed your skinny ass

from the airport there, slick... Where do you think

I got this stupid hat, huh?

That piece of Eurotrash right there

made you all the way back at baggage claim,

but you're so focused on stalking

Professor Pepé Le Pew that you didn't even notice him.

I.D.'s a fake. Who's he work for?

You're-you're welcome to ask him yourself... be my guest.

He can't talk real good 'cause he's stuffed in the trunk

of his rental car with his jaw broken in three places,

but give it a shot.

And there was a Luger with a silencer

under the driver's seat... Kind of convenient.

I wonder what he was gonna do with that.

Hmm.

You know, if something would have happened to you

on your little field trip here,

and you go and get yourself killed...

Then it would have been my problem, not yours.

Your problems are my problems.

Not anymore.

I need to do this on my own.

Is it that hard for you to understand?

Hey, forget I asked.

Oh, so now you're calling me stupid?

- I didn't say that. - Yeah, you just as well have.

Maybe I should just fly home.

Maybe you should.

I can tell when I'm not wanted.

Au revoir,

s'il vous plaît, and all that nonsense.

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Hey, Jack, me again.

Message number five. You were right

about everything.

The professor was a dead end.

Uh, yeah, just call me back.

Almost, Boze. Almost.

Hey, you've reached the one and only

Jack Dalton, you lucky dog.

Leave a message after the boopity-beep,

and of course, go, Cowboys.

Message number six.

And, yes, I know

you're putting me straight to voice mail.

Looks like I'm gonna be home for a while

fixing the fridge, so

if you want to stop by, I've got an apology

and some warm beer with your name on it.

Hello?!

Okay, okay, you had me at "warm beer."

Now, about your apology,

I'm expecting a good one with a lot of groveling,

and none of this "agree to disagree" nonsense.

You know, a...

a full-blown, in-your-face

"I'm sorry."

You even in here, Mac?

Hey, Mac, where are you?

Hello, MacGyver.

Oh, how I have missed you.

Bag, tag and photograph everything.

Until we know exactly what happened here

and who we're dealing with,

nothing is to be overlooked.

I mean, just the thought of him

in this house again...

Do you really think he has Mac?

What about that guy you grabbed in Paris?

No, that guy's sucking soup through a straw

in a dark hole somewhere, thanks to

an old buddy of mine at the French Ministry of Defense.

No, my... my Spidey-senses are all telling me

the same thing.

It's Murdoc.

Pull up every traffic camera in the area.

I want eyes on every vehicle

in the last ten hours.

No offense to your Spidey-senses, Jack,

but it's not like this Murdoc signed his name on the wall.

He might as well have.

A pocket knife sticking out of a wine bottle, and a mask.

That's Mac's little red knife out there

stuck in the same wine bottle

he used to blast Murdoc out that back window,

next to the same geriatric mask he was wearing

the first time he attacked us.

I really need to throw that thing away.

Yes, please do.

Riley. Riley, can you find anything?

- I'm working as fast as I can, Jack. - Okay, just,

come on, just, just a little bit faster, please, please.

Hey,

this wasn't your fault.

Then whose is it?

Not yours.

Oh, good, you can still feel pain.

Setting the dose was tricky.

Had to give you enough to slow you down,

but not so much that you passed out.

See, I need you to do something for me,

MacGyver.

If that something is telling you where Cassian is,

you can forget it.

Oh, I know you're not just gonna blurt out

where my son's being held.

That is going to require some...

convincing.

You know, Murdoc, you're wasting your time.

Even if you do find him, once he learns who you are,

he's never gonna want to be with you.

I strongly disagree.

Sons need their fathers.

You are living proof of that.

Or was there some other reason

why you have just returned from dining alone on the Seine?

That's right. I know all about

the blond Boy Scout's search for his long-lost papa bear.

How is that going, by the way?

Making any progress?

Your silence speaks volumes.

All those years without him,

you must have felt so alone.

So unprotected.

We can't pick our fathers, Murdoc.

It's a lesson your son is gonna have to learn someday.

Perhaps.

But the difference is that Cassian's father

is looking for him as we speak,

while your daddy doesn't seem to want

anything to do with you.

Oh, careful, careful, please.

Hurting you is my job.

Get on with it, then.

Okay.

Would you tell

Da Vinci to "get on with it"

while he was painting the Mona Lisa, huh?

Would you tell Van Gogh to step it up while he was painting

Starry Night?

Say...

did I ever tell you about Cassian's mother?

Nadia.

She was a lovely woman.

I met her while on a job.

It was supposed to be quick, a day or two,

but one thing led to another.

Next thing you know,

Nadia has a bun in the oven

and... somewhere along the way,

we fell in love.

No, you didn't.

You're not capable of love.

Okay, fine.

She fell in love.

I found her less repulsive than most humans.

Potato, potahto.

Is there a point to this?

Oh, yes.

A very pointy point.

You see,

the day that Cassian was born,

Nadia was happier than I had ever seen her before.

And as the nurse gently placed him into her arms,

I knew that that was the moment I had been waiting for.

You didn't meet Nadia on the job.

She was the job.

I suffocated her with the very same pillow

upon which she rested her head

after bringing my son into this world.

One life ended while another began.

It was beautiful and poetic and almost Shakespearian.

The last story that you told me was a total lie,

so how much of this one is actually true?

I'm guessing none of it.

Every...

single...

word.

Okay, I scanned all the footage.

Eight cars drove out of this neighborhood

around the time Mac was taken.

A DMV search

gives us names and addresses

on seven of the license plates.

And the eighth?

According to the DMV,

that license plate won't even be issued

for another six months.

That's him.

- That's Murdoc. - Got to be.

Got his car parked

outside a warehouse in Sylmar.

Go.

Now.

Okay, uh, how much ammo do you have on you, Cage?

Same as always. Three clips.

One in the gun, two in the belt. Why?

Because when it comes to this maniac,

you can never have enough.

Bozer, what the hell are you doing?

- I'm coming. - No, you're not.

Mac's my best friend. I'm going.

Hey, look, I know you want to help, okay?

But this is Murdoc we're talking about.

You remember him, right?

- Of course. - Of course. Okay.

So, you know when the bullets start flying,

I can't be worried about watching Mac's back

and keeping an eye on your tiny ass at the same time.

All right, I'll make this simple.

If you don't want me to go, shoot me.

- Oh, come on. - Short of that,

shut up, let's get in the car and drive.

Guys, we're wasting time.

All right, but you better stay behind me at all times.

You hear? Or hers.

- All right. - The whole time.

All right! I promise.

- Cross my heart and hope to... - Don't. Don't say that.

Okay, yeah, that was a bad choice of words.

I got you, Jack.

- Let's go. - This is a bad idea, man.

Wakey, wakey, sleepy Angus.

It's not naptime.

Not yet, at least. We have so many fun games to play.

I think you're really gonna like 'em.

Well, maybe not like.

But I really think you're gonna be impressed

with the game pieces I've so lovingly crafted.

You inspire me, MacGyver.

The way that you make something out of another thing.

I love that.

So, I went to my trusty old tools,

and I gave them a fresh, new twist.

And I am beyond excited to share them with you.

The longer you torture me, the more time Jack has to...

To find us? Mm.

I'm afraid that's not going to happen.

I have hidden you away quite well, my friend.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to go prepare my new tools.

And then... we can get started.

Jack.

We're gonna find him.

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We're clear over here. How we doing down there?

Guys?

- Guys. - Bozer.

Ooh, yeah, this is doornail dead right here.

Double tap, right to the back.

Look at that. You see that, Bozer?

I see it, Jack.

Same here.

This was an execution.

The only way three people can keep a secret

is if two of them are dead.

Yeah, it looks like

the getaway vehicle had quite the oil leak.

You know, I'm guessing once Murdoc

offed all the, uh, nonessential personnel, he split

and he took our boy with him.

So how do we find him now?

We don't.

What do you mean we don't?

I mean, we don't.

He means the trail's gone cold.

If Mac doesn't save himself, no one will.

He'll be all right.

MacGyver,

come out and play...

Whoa, watch it, man.

- Help me. - Careful.

Somebody help him.

Call 911.

We're running tox screens on your blood right now, Mac.

We should know what Murdoc dosed you with soon.

If I had my guess, I'd say

something in the nightshade family.

Atropine, hyoscyamine, scopolamine.

The important thing is, we got you back.

Now, all I have to do is go find Murdoc

and start breaking bones.

How, Jack? We have zero leads.

Not zero. We got one.

We know Murdoc was holding him

in an underground room, right?

And how do you propose we find

- this underground room? - I don't know.

But if he found a way out,

we should be able to find a way back in there.

I mean, even if

Lord Nutbar's not there anymore,

something in there might-might help us hunt him down,

- you know what I mean? - Well, from the spot

Mac surfaced, there are miles of sewer tunnels.

Searching them all could take days.

Or weeks. Mac, there's got to be something you can remember.

I mean, other than popping out of a manhole

and almost getting killed by a car.

Cars. There was definitely more than one car.

Yeah, okay, b-but before that, when you were walking

around in the sewer, do you remember seeing

any, uh, signs, graffiti?

Stop, stop. I need a minute alone,

just with Mac and Riley.

What for?

Loftus and Palmer, 1974.

Their experiments proved how even the most

seemingly benign questions can alter a witness' memories.

Even create false ones.

I need his memories pure.

Which means I need everyone but Riley to leave.

Yeah, okay.

Um, but we're gonna be in that room right there.

I'm not taking my eyes off you.

We're gonna play a little memory game.

It's one Rudyard Kipling wrote about.

It's called the Jewel Game.

Now everyone calls it...

KIM. Keep In Memory.

We learned it in EOD training.

Good.

So, whenever you're ready,

you can close your eyes,

put yourself back in the place where Murdoc took you.

Here's the catch: you don't name

what you see,

but rather, you describe everything around you.

All right, I'm-I'm sitting in a chair,

just...

Okay, just remember simpler.

Just the visceral.

You can describe colors, shapes, textures,

sounds, smells.

It's... damp.

Smells like, uh...

mold.

Burnt motor oil.

And bleach.

I'm sitting on metal.

It's cold.

It's rough in spots, it's jagged.

It's old.

All around me

are flat, rough, gray rectangles.

There are hard, smooth bands cutting into my wrists,

and a...

there's a pain in my right arm.

Just below the...

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay. It's vivid recall.

It's really normal.

Just lets you know the game is working.

Just, whenever you're ready,

if you can go back...

Yeah, the sound of, uh, metal, it was jingling.

There's a strip of wood

around a gray metal rectangle.

I can feel cold air seeping in from the other side.

It's a way out.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, I'm on a path now, it's...

cylindrical.

I can hear

splashing... it's wet, it-it's water.

It's-it's moving with me.

And after about...

20 minutes,

I heard, I heard something.

It was, like, uh...

b-bells. Ch-Church bells.

But it wasn't just church bells.

It was something else, it was another sound.

Right after the church bells started,

there was a second sound, it was harsher.

Second sound, it was, uh...

Air raid siren?

Fire station.

It was a fire station.

Means I know how to figure out where I was.

- You do? - Yeah.

It was, um...

Church bells, they ring every half hour.

And it was about 15 minutes

before I crawled out of the manhole.

So 1:30 p.m.

And by law, the LAFD

keeps a record of every siren, so, Riley, maybe you can...

An alarm sounded at Grand Street Fire Station at 1:29.

1:29 and how many seconds?

It's... it's kind of important.

Fifty-eight. Fifty-eight.

58 seconds, okay.

That fire alarm,

it...

sounded... before the church bells.

But I heard it after.

And that's because sound

travels at 340 meters per second,

approximately, and it propagates out into a circle,

so I have to solve for the radius, but you know what?

You guys don't need an explanation, right?

- I can just do the math? - No, I'm good.

Yeah, go nuts.

Church...

So, we are looking for a sewer tunnel that is 1,020 meters

from a church and 1,700 meters from that fire station.

Can we come out now?

I got two that fit your criteria,

but only one

where the water is flowing towards your exit point.

That's perfect.

Okay. So, I was drugged, disoriented,

probably moving no more than 1.5 miles per hour.

Which would put Murdoc's torture room

right about... there.

Clear. Clear.

- We clear? - Yes, sir.

Double check, we can't be too sure

with this guy.

Let's go, let's go.

All clear.

Got something over here.

Looks like Murdoc forgot to put away his toys.

And I think he left a message for Mac.

Check this out.

Tear this place apart.

Well, hello there.

I wanted to take this opportunity

to extend a warm welcome to you.

I'm just thrilled

that you've joined our little family, Samantha.

I just know we're gonna have loads of fun together.

Murdoc.

The one and only.

Except for that guy whose name really was Murdoc.

I killed him so I could steal his identity.

Anyhoo. Enough about me. What about you?

Do you prefer Samantha or Sammy, or...

Sammi-Sammi-bo-bammi?

What do you want?

Lots of things.

But for now, I just want to get to know you better.

We have so much in common, after all.

We're both interesting people with interesting pasts.

Neither of us are using our real names.

You seem to think you know a lot about me.

Uh-uh-uh.

It would be more correct to say

that I know I know a lot about you.

Enough to be fascinated.

I know that your new friends would be fascinated, too,

if they knew the truth.

And I know that if you don't stop that annoying pacing,

I'm gonna lose my temper and pull this trigger.

You're playing mind games with the wrong girl, Murdoc.

Is that so?

The sheer fact that you've engaged tells me you're lying.

You don't have eyes on me,

and you're...

Oops.

Word to the wise, Sam.

- Cage! - Don't get too attached

to boy genius...

He's not gonna be around much longer.

Murdoc, he had a clear line of sight.

Hey, can you stand?

Get a medic up here. And have your team check

every rooftop south of this building for five city blocks.

Now!

Lucky it wasn't a head shot.

It wasn't luck.

Yeah. He's fun like that.

We checked every rooftop and window

on every building on his sightline for over a mile

and got bupkis.

There is no sign

- of Captain Crazypants anywhere, Matty. - Well, then, look harder.

We... Fine.

No, no, no. Not you, blondie.

I need your eyes on something we found over here.

We found a trash can full of ashes.

Looks like Murdoc tried to cover his tracks.

Yeah, this is the biggest piece.

Feels like photo paper, but we can't make out the image.

Hey, you don't have a portable X-ray machine

in your field kit, do you?

In the SUV, but why would you...?

Don't ask questions.

Just go get it.

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

but I need to go back into the room

Murdoc planned to kill me in

and turn off all the lights.

That photo's days of reflecting visible light are over.

The fire scorched most of the emulsion.

But if there are any silver bromide crystals left,

they should still glow if we hit them with enough X-rays. Thank you.

That's why I'm opening this portable X-ray emitter

and removing the voltage resister.

If I swap it for a penny,

I can use the copper to rebuild the connection,

and get a higher output of X-rays.

Is it safe?

I would recommend stepping back and covering yourselves.

- Bozer, the lights? - Oh.

Uh, Mac?

I don't see anything.

You don't, but the camera sure does.

Lights again.

It's called X-ray fluorescence.

It's called a damn miracle.

That's about all I can do. Riley, do you think you can

clean this up?

Get us a good look at the face?

Actually,

I think I can clear this up enough to let

my facial recognition software do its thing.

Nice.

All right.

We got a hit.

H-Hey.

Nice work, Riley.

Which database did you find our mystery man in?

CDE.

Wait, the California Department of Education?

Yeah.

Look, if Murdoc destroyed the picture,

we have to assume this teacher is his next victim.

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Uh, Mr. Fletcher?

Mr. Henry Fletcher?

That's me. Can I help you?

Yeah, we...

We have reason to believe that there may be

an international assassin on his way here now.

To kill you.

May we come in?

I don't understand. This is insane.

I know it must feel that way,

but we need to get you to protective custody immediately.

B-Because of this man, this Murdoc?

We think he's been hired to kill you.

Why would someone be hired to kill me?

W-Why would anyone want me dead?

Those are both really good questions, Mr. Fletcher,

to be answered at another time, like, when this Murdoc fella

is safely back behind a set of three-inch bars.

- You know what I'm saying? - And until then,

we're gonna take you to a secure facility where you will be safe.

I can't just leave.

I-I've got papers to grade,

uh, parent-teacher conferences.

Not anymore, you don't.

Just go pack your stuff, dude, 'cause in ten minutes,

we're hitting the road with whatever you can shove in a bag.

This is insane.

No. Insane is the man who's coming for you.

And believe me, you don't want to meet him.

This doesn't make any sense.

You've been saying that for an hour, Bozer.

No one disagrees with you.

Okay, well,

unless some whack-job parents

hired Murdoc to kill Fletcher for flunking their kid,

I-I don't get what this is about.

Near as I can tell,

Henry Fletcher doesn't have any enemies.

And I can't find any connection between him and Murdoc.

What about Cassian?

What if Murdoc is looking for a teacher

to homeschool his kid while they go on the run?

- But Cassian's still in custody. - For now.

But as Mac told us, Murdoc is looking for his kid.

He wants him back.

Okay, so, wait,

Bozer, are you saying that...

Murdoc is planning on kidnapping Fletcher

to teach Cassian if and when father and son are reunited?

That's...

Were you gonna say "insane"?

O-Okay, okay. You now have

less than six minutes to pack your stuff.

I strongly suggest you utilize that time

knocking it out. Let's go.

- But... - Henry.

I know this is a lot,

and I promise we'll answer every question you have

when we're in the car. But right now,

we just need you to gather your stuff.

- Please. - Let's go.

Let's go.

All right. All right.

All right.

Alpha-Bravo-Omega. How we looking, guys?

All clear.

- Same. - Yeah, nada.

Okay. So we're three minutes from rolling out

with the package.

He's got a gun, Mac!

Shots fired.

I repeat: shots fired.

Murdoc's breached the perimeter.

I need all agents at Fletcher's house.

It's not Murdoc, it's the teacher.

You okay?

Got ten fingers, ten toes. You all right?

Really confused, but I'll be fine.

Who the hell is this guy?

I was gonna ask you the same thing.

Schoolteacher's on the move, Cage.

Headed your way, coming in hot!

Cage!

- You okay? - Yeah. But you really

need to work on your timing.

Yeah, he'll have to work on it later.

Right now, we have a psychotic fifth grade teacher to catch.

Schoolteachers don't drive like this, man.

You think?

And they don't shoot like that, either.

- Who is this guy? - Working on it.

Boze, you got something for me, or am I gonna

have to come down there and start ripping out

his floorboards myself?

Save your manicure.

I just found a stash of passports and I.D.s.

You getting these, Riley?

Yep.

Looks like our boy Henry was quite the world traveler.

With a different name in every port.

And bad luck seems to follow him wherever he goes.

I'm running his alter egos through the NSA database.

Every time one of his passports was recorded entering a country,

someone in that country vanished.

A journalist in Kiev,

a prosecutor in Berlin, a banker in Shenzhen.

I think we're looking at a fader.

A fader?

You want someone to go out with a bang, you hire Murdoc.

But you want someone to just fade away...

You hire Fletcher.

- So he's a hit man. - Yeah,

that kind of became clear to us when he tried to murder us

- with a machine-gun pistol. - But why

would Murdoc be hunting another professional killer?

You know who might know that?

Fletcher. So why don't you three focus on catching him?

Um, Matty,

someone's trying to calling us.

Put it through.

Matilda and Riley.

Two of my favorite people.

How have you been since I almost killed you

- and everyone at your organization? - Well, why don't you

stop by the Phoenix

and see for yourself, Murdoc?

I have a bunch of agents that would just love

a face-to-face with you.

Tempting, but my calendar's so full.

Gonna have to take a rain check.

I'm so happy that the boys got to meet Henry, though.

That man is full of surprises.

So kidnapping Mac was what?

Your crazy way of tricking us

into taking out your competition?

Didn't want to do the dirty work yourself, huh?

On the contrary.

I live for the dirty work.

In this case, it made more sense

to let you handle Henry.

So, what happened, Murdoc?

Fletcher steal a few jobs from you?

Maybe your clients were looking

to work with someone a lot more...

stable.

Hurtful, Matilda. Hurtful.

And here I thought we were friends.

Friends? No.

It's hard to be friends with someone

who kidnaps one of my operatives and shoots another.

In the vest!

My little way of welcoming Cage to the team.

Honestly, it was more of a love tap.

Well, I hope any hard feelings

won't stop you from catching Fletcher.

You have to admit, the world will be a better place

with him behind bars.

What's the alternative? Letting him go?

No. Of course not.

Think of this as, uh, kind of a team up...

Enemy of my enemy and whatnot.

Oh, ta-ta for now.

It's been so lovely chatting with you.

And good luck collaring Henry.

Find him now.

- So Murdoc wants us to catch Fletcher? - Man,

now I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this.

I don't care what Murdoc wants. I want us to catch this guy.

You heard the man, Cage. Step on it.

It's time to get hot for teacher.

- Out the window. - What are you doing? Hey, Jack!

Keep your gun in your pants!

I have an idea.

- Care to share? - Yeah, sure, but, uh,

for this to work, we need to get in front of him.

Okay, watch this.

Yeah, that's it. Get it, girl.

Hey, hey, Mac, I-I think he's reloading.

- You might want to... - Yeah, yeah, hurry up. I know.

Mac, I'm kind of driving here.

I know. Just need to...

Hands in the air! Now!

Up against the wall!

Don't move. Don't move.

- Don't you move. - Matty?

Yeah, we got him.

Excellent.

Bring him in for interrogation.

Hopefully, he can help us find Murdoc.

Yeah. We'll need secure transport.

Copy that. Exfil on its way.

Is Matty gonna be pissed... about the car?

Only if she sees it.

Or if she hears you talking about it

because you forgot you're still on comms.

Hey, for the record,

what you did to that convertible is way worse

than anything you've ever done to my phone.

Ain't that right, schoolteacher?

Okay, Henry's on lockdown, perimeter's clear,

and there's no sign of Murdoc anywhere in the city.

So, what do you think?

You think he, uh, you think he skipped town on us?

Well, we did what he wanted... Took down his competition... so,

not much reason to stick around.

Yeah, but he also wanted you dead,

so the sooner we get home, the better.

I'm all for that, and, uh...

I should have said this earlier, but I'm sorry.

For what, the whole "lie to your best friend

and put yourself in danger for no good reason" thing?

- Yeah. - Yeah, that? Yeah, okay.

Well, thanks. I appreciate that.

This whole search for my dad is... it's rough,

- to say the least. - No, I know it is.

I mean, every step I take, I keep finding myself wondering

if-if he even wants to be found.

Does he even want me in his life?

Look, I didn't know your dad,

but I know this world's a lot cooler place with you in it.

And if I got to do a little

helicopter parenting here and there

to keep it that way, that's what I'm-a do.

You're just gonna have to deal with it.

Hey, that's the way families work. Capisce?

- Capisce. - Good. Now let's go home.

I think you owe me some warm beers.

Well, that I do. Almost forgot.

Jack!

Henry!

Oh! Such a pleasure to finally

meet you.

I know that you said

that you always work alone, but...

seeing as how I just saved you

from life in prison, I'd say

you owe me a big favor.

Let's talk a little shop, shall we?

See, I'm starting my own business venture...

A little collective, if you will...

And you are my first recruit.

Thanks a million, MacGyver.

I'll be seeing you.

Be seeing you real soon.

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