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Previously on MacGyver...
Mr. Fletcher? Mr. Henry Fletcher?

He's got a gun, Mac!

Looks like our boy Henry
was quite the hit man.

Henry's on lockdown.
There's no sign of Murdoc

anywhere in the city.

Henry! Such a pleasure
to finally meet you.

See, I'm starting my
own business venture.

A little collective,
if you will.

And you are
my first recruit.

- Jaguar!
- Panther!

A wolverine! And not
Hugh Jackman... the animal.

A bear!

A tiger!

Tiger-bear. Man,
what the hell is a tiger.

It's a criss-cross. Had to kill one
with my bare hands once. What?

Mac, we talked about this.

No props.

I thought you said
he was smart.

Time's up!

What?

Girls rule.

Boys don't.

Fridge.

What?
The word was refrigerator.

Refrigerator?

Mac, in what
parallel dimension

do refrigerators have claws?

- You milking a cow?
- I was tracing the shape

of the evaporator coils

on the back
of every refrigerator.

Nobody knows what
that is, dude.

How are you a genius
everywhere else

- and so bad at this stuff?
- We discussed this, Mac.

Keep it simple and nontechnical.

It's charades,
not How It's Made.

Yeah, I get lost in the details.

Fellas, let's go now.

The girls are cleaning our clocks.
I think you mean cleaned, Jack.

The ladies have cleaned your
clocks. We're going to 20, right?

17 to two, Jack.

So you're saying
there's a chance?

No. Really,
I'm just embarrassed

for you at this point.

Embarrassed?
Come on now, fellas.

We're getting our
second wind, right? Right.

Oh, speaking of seconds,
who wants a refill?

- Me.
- Yeah, I'll help you.

You got to be drunk

to figure out
what he's doing.

And what's with that soap opera
stopwatch? It's not regulation.

- It's an antique.
- I like it.

Thank you.

Do you want to take it apart
and see how it works?

You're much better
at that than charades.

What's with the Kool
Oh, yeah!

It is amazing how much
you amuse yourself.

But it's awesome how amused you
guys are by my amusement.

I know what you're doing, Riley.

I'm getting everyone refills.
No, no.

Inviting your mom
to charades tonight?

It's just like when
Susan and Sharon

recreated their parents'
first date at Martinelli's.

Okay, try again, but with
different words. The Parent Trap.

You might not be identical
twins with yourself,

but I know you invited
your mom here tonight

to try to rekindle
whatever spark

there might have been
between us.

Who you think you are,
Hayley Mills?

You mean Lindsay Lohan?

I'm not talking
about the reboot.

Reboots never work.
That one worked.

The point is, I've seen
the movie too many times.

It's not going to happen.
Okay.

Between Sarah last year
and Dixie last week,

you've had your share
of heartbreaks.

So has Mom.

Now that's she's thinking
about moving back to L.A.,

would it really be so bad
if you two gave it another shot?

I...

Saved by the pizza guy.
But think about it, yeah?

Hi, does Angus MacGyver
live here?

Hands in the air.

On your knees.
On your knees.

You move and I'll kill you.
Shake him down, Bozer.

Jack?
Mom, just stay behind me.

What's going on?
We'll explain later.

He's clean.

Murdoc was right.
You really do live here.

You know,
it's-it's not very secure.

Where is Murdoc? He's
probably just a distraction.

I know my word
doesn't mean much,

but I promise you,
Murdoc is nowhere near us.

I came alone and unarmed.

So why are you here? We
have something very important

to discuss, and trust me,

you're going to want to hear
what I have to say.

Hey. All right.

You know, this is all
so unnecessary.

I just came here
to show you something.

Then show us.

You said you'd explain later.
It's later, sweetie.

What's going on?

Mom, I know you have
a lot of questions.

I just need you to be
patient right now, okay?

Well, Murdoc sure
doesn't look happy.

You'll regret this!

Yeah, well, with Murdoc,
looks can be deceiving.

Get me out! Now!

What's this about?
Revenge.

Well, before Murdoc recruited me
into his growing collective,

I had a pretty good life hiding
in plain sight.

Murdoc outed you.

Boo-hoo.

You're in the wrong place
for sympathy, pal.

You said Murdoc recruited you
to a collective.

So there's more of you?
Yes.

And each one of them has a story
just like mine.

Oh, come on.

You expect us to believe
there's an anti-Justice League

that got tired of the exposure
and just turned on him?

Is that it?
Precisely.

And I'm here
to offer you a deal.

In 12 hours, we are willing
to hand Murdoc over to you.

All we ask in return is
$10 million in cash and...

Oh, is that all?
I'm not done.

The only agents allowed
at the exchange are you two.

After the exchange,
no one follows us.

We walk away clean.

I'll give you
a few minutes to discuss,

but the clock is ticking.

As you can imagine, we have
other interested parties.

We don't need a few minutes.

This is a trap,
plain and simple.

It might be, but it's also
the best lead

that we've had on Murdoc
in months.

If there's even a remote chance
that taking this deal

leads him back
to federal custody,

well, then we have to take it.

But what about
this collective?

Taking this deal means helping
every killer.

Murdoc recruited go free.

And in exchange, we get Murdoc.

I can't believe you guys are

actually considering this.

We're going to trust a former

fifth-grade teacher/
professional killer?

Why am I the only one
feeling duped here?

You're not, Jack.
But Murdoc is the big fish here.

So you're cool with this?
Yes.

Well, you're making it hard to
uphold that Wookiee life debt.

But if you're in, yeah, I'm in.
Let's do it.

Looks like you got yourself
a deal.

But I promise you this...

If you double-cross us,

you will be the very first
person I hunt down.

Lovely.

I'll be in touch with the deets.

You mind?

Get out of here.

See you tomorrow, gentlemen.

Now could somebody tell me
what's going on?

We just made a deal with the
Devil to catch Satan himself.

That's what's going on.

Think you brought enough stuff?

For the doc?
Hell no.

This whole thing still feels
hinky to me.

You know, back in the day,
there's a mutiny,

make the guy walk the plank.

I mean, why would Fletcher just
hand Murdoc over to us, huh?

Want me to tell you why?
'Cause he wants us dead.

That's why.
It's a big old bear trap.

I know, Jack.
That's why you're not

the only one who came prepared.

You brought something, too, huh?
Yeah.

Please, tell me
it's a death ray.

No.

It is a portable gas
chromatograph.

So it takes, um, samples
from the air

and it scans them for explosive
particulate matter.

So it's a bomb detector?

Yeah.
Why didn't you say that?

I-I thought I did.
No, you didn't.

I'm sorry that your mom got
dragged into this.

How's she doing?

On a scale from the time
I got my belly button pierced

to the time she got
kidnapped by people

who wanted me to hack the NSA?

Mainly she has
a lot of questions

I'm not allowed to answer.

But occupational hazard, right?

Yeah.

Hey, Riley, what do you see
at the location Fletcher gave?

What the hell just happened?

You kidding me?
I think the comms just went out.

I just lost all sat feed
and cell signal in the area.

So, Mac and Jack are heading
to a meeting with Murdoc,

and at least one other
psychopath,

and we don't even have eyes
on them?

Cell phones are down, too.
It's got to be the collective.

I guess Fletcher was serious
when he said just us.

Riley, I don't care
what it takes,

you get us eyes back
on our boys.

Big old bear trap.

We know what we were
getting into.

I'm not seeing anybody.

Your little doohickey
picking anything up yet?

No, but...

I think they're here.

Morning, gents.

I trust you two are alone.

As you can see, I am not.

But if you both
behave yourselves,

you get to go home with a prize.

Oh, MacGyver, how I have dreamed
of our reunion.

Though my dream
didn't include these.

Cash first.

Uh, how about no?

You're not seeing
one single dollar

till we have
Cuckoo-Ka-Choo in custody.

Well, I'm afraid
that won't work.

You see, I don't trust you.

How can you not trust us?
We're the good guys.

How about a show of good faith
and we meet in the middle?

Careful, Angus.
I'm quite ticklish.

Pleasure doing business
with you.

Oh, and, Murdoc,
if turning you in

didn't pay so well,
I'd have killed you myself.

Remember that.

Let's go.

You drive, Mac.
I got him.

Do me a favor,
Looney Tunes.

Anything for you, Jack.

Ditch the creepy smile

or I'll hop back there
and slap it off your face.

I'm sensing some
anger, Jack.

Still mad at me for killing
your friend last Christmas?

Oh, how was, uh, Cage's funeral,
by the way?

I meant to send flowers.

Well, I hate to break it to you,
but she's still alive.

Yeah, I guess you'll have
to erase that notch

off your belt, fruit loop.

Really?
That's surprising.

He just told you

you're not nearly as good
as you think you are,

and by nightfall
you'll be back in a ten-by-ten,

so what are you smiling about?

Just daydreaming.

Do you remember
when you were a kid,

and you'd be playing
in your backyard,

and you come across a spider,

and you scoop it into your hand,
take it inside,

and you spend hours
alone in your room

pulling its legs
off, one by one

by one, until it

can't move anymore.

And-and then just when this
creature's reached peak terror,

you'd squish it into jelly
with your thumb.

Seriously?

What? I'm the only
one that did that?

Does this disturbing trip
down memory lane have a point?

Of course.

There's always a point,
MacGyver.

I am smiling, Jack,

because when I
catch those people

who handed me over to you,
I'm going to play with them

the same way I did my spiders.

Let me shoot him.

No.
Please?

I-I know in my heart

it's the right thing to do.

You know, you have
an inflated sense

of your own importance there,
Doc.

Mother always said
I was special.

Let's go.

Going for a ride
in a whirlybird.

#Fun.

Zip it.

What is that?

Run. Run!

Jack.

Jack.

You okay?

I'm a little woozy,
but I'm still breathing.

I'm fine, too, over here.
Thanks for asking.

Shut up. Nobody cares.

Okay, I'm gonna go
out on a limb

and say that was
not an accident.

We got to get out of here.

Yeah, well,
that thing's trashed.

We're not going anywhere
in that.

Your insurance rates are going
to absolutely skyrocket.

I thought
I told you to...

Take cover now!

Who is this guy?

Friend of yours?

We both know
I don't have friends.

We got to get
out of here now.

Go, go, go!

Wait.

Hey, what's so funny?

What are you
laughing at.

This was all part of your plan,
wasn't it, crime genius, huh?

Dangling yourself
out there as bait

to get us all blown up.

Ha, ha, ha, very funny.

Come on, Jackie boy, you
know me better than that.

If I was behind this,
you'd both be chained

to that helicopter as it
burned in midair, right, huh?

I don't know.

Face-to-face, screaming
in absolute terror

as you plummet to a
beautiful, fiery death.

What is the matter with you?

I'm just spitballing here,
but you get the point.

Come on. If this
was a double-cross,

the worst one in the
history of double-crosses.

Yeah.

Yeah. Fletcher
took our money

and he circled back to kill
this toolbox himself.

And that's a win-win
right there.

Wait, look, there's
another possibility here.

Fletcher. He said
that there were

other interested parties
who wanted Murdoc,

so maybe he went to someone
else before he came to us.

Yeah, and then
that certain someone

tracked Fletcher
to kill Murdoc himself.

It's a whole lot cheaper
that way.

So the real question is,
Murdoc, who wants you dead?

Pull up a chair, boys,
this could take a while.

We ain't pulling up no chair.

We're going to figure this out
on the plane

on the way back to the Phoenix.

Come on.

Take him.

I got him.

Cell phone towers
are still down.

Oh, great, so we're
on our own with Murdoc

and his soon-to-be-dead,
unidentified friend.

Again, not my friend.

Well, whoever he is,
he can't be far behind.

We need to figure out who we're
dealing with here, Mac. Pronto.

If we can take a picture of him
and somehow get it to Phoenix,

then they can run
facial recognition.

How the hell we
supposed to do that?

We can't get close enough
to the Terminator

without being terminated.

What?
Set a trap.

Come on, nature
photographers use lures

to take photos
of dangerous animals.

This is no different.

Draw the man out.

Set your camera to record
and autosend

and then when cell towers
are working again, voilà,

the video will wing its
way across the country

to dear Matilda.

Sound about right, Angus?

Actually, that's exactly
what I had in mind.

Great minds, MacGyver.
Great minds.

Jack, I need your phone.

No way, man.
Smash your own damn cell phone.

Mine got toasted
when the helicopter went

snap-crackle-pop. Fellas,
whatever we're planning on doing,

you may want to
hurry things along.

Hey, this way.

Who is this guy?

People, I've got operatives
in the field

that I can't see or talk to.

Where are we on restoring
my comms and sat feed?

Um, the cell company just got

two of their towers
working again.

Whoa, whoa, hang on.

Mac's phone just synced
a large video file to the cloud.

Okay.

Not sure if you guys
are gonna get this

before we're dead,
but we still have Murdoc.

Someone's trying to kill us.

And if this works, you're about
to get a real good look at him.

We need to go right now,
buddy. Let's go.

Okay, got it.

Fast-forward.

Okay, stop.

Take a screen grab and run
that through facial rec.

We've got a new player
in the game,

and I want to know
exactly who he is.

Okay, looks like cell phone
service is back up.

We need to let the Phoenix
know we're still alive.

Why don't you just kill
that nice woman

and steal her cell phone? No.

Fine.

I don't know how you two
get anything accomplished.

We're in a public library.
We don't need a phone.

Hey, guys.

Mac, Jack.
It's a big relief to see you.

I'm sending you new
exfil coordinates.

A team should be there
in four hours.

Okay, good. We'll
lay low. Matty.

Hi!

I just want to say how nice
it is seeing you again.

Shut it, Pennywise.
The adults are talking.

- Did you guys get my video?
- We did.

But we didn't get any hits
on facial rec.

Maybe Murdoc knows him.

Send us the photo.

This is gonna be fun.

Matty, I think
we're in business.

Our psycho recognizes
your psycho.

Okay, who is this guy?

Why does he want you dead?

This... is Nicholas Helman.

Is that name supposed
to mean something?

Means you might as well
start digging three graves

because that's the
man who trained me.

He taught me
everything I know.

You think I'm bad?

Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet.

Okay, so, what's the deal

with this guy
hunting you?

There's got to be
a good reason

he wants you dead so bad.
It's quite sad, actually.

Is it?

Helman and I were
on a job together,

taking out a senator's kids
with a car bomb.

Standard stuff, really.

Helman was under the car

securing the device, when
the children came out early.

Now, this was a
high-paying gig.

I didn't want to blow
the paycheck, so I...

blew the explosives.

Helman was horrifically burned
over 75% of his body.

It's a miracle
he survived.

I mean, if you saw him,
you'd admit

the guy has got a face
for telethons.

You know, we'd have
better luck stopping him

if you told us the truth.

The truth is
irrelevant, MacGyver.

Helman wants us
dead, we're dead.

But I can't say no
to that face, Angus.

So here it is,
the big truth.

Fresh out of high school,
I wanted nothing more

than to join
the United States Army.

They wouldn't have me.
Oh, imagine that.

Something about spectacularly
failing a psych exam. Oh, I'm shocked.

Right?

So, hopped
the first flight out

of the good
old U.S. of A.

Joined the first army
that would have me.

You joined a
foreign military?

I'm pretty sure
that's treason.

See, I had a burgeoning interest
in shooting people.

My new friends
were willing

to indulge me.

See, what the U.S.
saw as a problem,

my new friends saw as a gift.

So they sent me to train
with Helman.

Why don't you fast-forward
to the part

where he wants to put
your dumb ass in the ground.

I can think of two
possible reasons.

One: I stiffed the guy on a
bill at a diner in Lisbon.

Still owe him $13.57.

Or two: I, uh, murdered his
wife right in front of him.

Probably the
second one, huh?

Safe bet.

So what happened?

Well, after Helman had
trained me and the country

we'd sworn allegiance
to ceased to exist,

so we went to work for some
very, very bad people.

Until one day,

Helman met this woman

and he fell in love and...

decided he wanted
to quit the biz.

See, this isn't exactly the kind of job
you just turn in your two weeks' notice.

So they sent you in to kill him.
Sure enough.

Remember when I said Helman
was better than me?

Let me guess... you
tried to kill him,

missed, killed
her instead,

and he's been chasing
you ever since.

Ten points
for Gryffindor, Angus!

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah, see,
that's why I've never stayed

in the same place for long...
I always figured Helman

would catch up and make good
on his promise to end me.

Looks like today's the day!

All right.
Thank you.

Excuse me, Officer,

but I think I know who
stole that woman's van.

This is Officer...

...Martinez.

I need to report a possible 207.

Hey, guys, I got
an incoming switchboard patch

from a caller who claims
to be Nicholas Helman.

Put it on speaker.

Okay.

This is Director Matilda Webber.

To whom am I speaking?

By now, I think you know
exactly to whom you're speaking.

You're in charge?

That's right.

Oh, good.

I have an offer.

Your two agents have no idea

what they're stepping
into the middle of.

So here's my proposal:

You give me Dennis,

and I'll let them live.

Dennis?

Well, you might know him

as Murdoc.

But it doesn't matter...

what is on his tombstone,

because there will be
a tombstone real soon.

The only question is,

will there be three?

Ooh. I spy with my little eye
something red.

No takers? Hmm.

Ooh, how about 20 questions?

Ooh, the alphabet game.

Daddies, are we there yet?
Shut up.

I suppose a
pee-pee break's

out of the question.
Shut up! Hey.

Just ignore him.

You were saying?

About what?

Diane.
What about her?

You never finished.

Oh. Yeah, well...

I-I don't know, dude,
that was, like,

a hundred miles ago,
you know?

Well, just talk about something.
Act like he's not there.

Okay.

To be honest,
I do think about her

and what could've been,
but to be really honest,

I think about, what if we
tried again and I screwed it up?

I always screw it up.

You're talking about Riley?
Yes.

And I finally have Riley
back in my life again...

Can I shoot him?
No.

That many bullets left,
but I guarantee

he'll stop singing
before I use 'em all.

He's trying to get
a rise out of you.

How about a good pistol!
Shut up!

See?

That's better.

See? Everything's gonna be fine.

Actually, things just
got a whole lot worse.

What?

AMBER Alert.

That's us. Helman
must've called it in.

Ooh-hoo,
the old man's still got it.

We're not gonna make it
to exfil. We need some help.

Get out.

What now?
You want me to catch a pigeon?

Actually, I can fix this.

What?

I actually tried
raising pigeons once.

Shut up. What? It
was when I was a boy.

If you want to talk just to hear
yourself speak, Twisted Sister,

go right ahead...
Doesn't mean I have to listen.

Columba livia
domestica.

Hey, did you know that
the domestic pigeon,

unlike our dear
darling Jack Dalton,

is actually considered a
highly intelligent creature?

That's absolutely
true. No, no, no,

I-I trained them to fly
up to great altitudes,

and then they'd swoop
down into their cages.

And once
they mastered that,

I started tying these
little M-80 firecrackers

to their legs and...

What's the matter with you?

You like things that go boom.
I thought you'd like that story.

Hey, Mac.
Almost.

No, no, no, man,
forget the phone.

Let me just kill him right here.

I'll make it quick.

Oh, I'm done.
Take a second...

Never gets old,

watching you, Angus.

It's so damned impressive.

Mac, please tell me this is you.
Hey, Matty.

We are on Route 65, mile 13,
and we hit a bit of a snag.

Helman just called in
an AMBER Alert on our vehicle.

We're gonna try
and find another one, but...

we're in the middle of nowhere...
Can exfil come to us?

Yeah. Sit tight. I'll have a
chopper there in... Guys, I got

a cop car on satellite
coming in hot.

Based on his roof markings,

this cop's

way out of his jurisdiction.

Of course he is.

The driver's the opposite of
law enforcement, my dear Riley.

Helman has a penchant for
stealing emergency vehicles.

This just keeps
getting worse and worse.

Let me tell
you something:

We ain't outrunning no cop car
in that pregnant roller skate.

Maybe we don't have to.
Come on.

Don't push.

Helman?

You know, I love watching
you work, MacGyver, but...

this is completely
unnecessary.

I mean, you two

are protecting me, supposedly.

It'd make no sense
for me to run away.

Well, even if it did,
now you can't.

Do we even know where
this tin can is going?

According to
the manifest

on those crates there,

you're bound
for the Port of Los Angeles.

So without getting into a
literal junior high math problem,

about 18 hours.

Yeah, as long as Helman doesn't
factor into the equation.

Hey.

Don't be stupid.

Oh, I think you've got
that part covered, Jack.

Oh, Angus, how goes the search

for dear old Daddy?

Making any headway?

Actually, yeah.

Yeah.

I found him living off the grid
in the Montana backwoods.

It's not easy, since we
barely know each other anymore,

but we're making an effort to patch
things up. Mm-hmm, yeah, well,

I see what you're doing
there... I like it.

What?
No, no, no, no,

I'm making up a story, then
you're making up a story, oh!

Didn't work for
you either, pal.

I see right through you.
Come on, MacGyver.

For once, can we please
just take the truth

for a little walkie.

Okay, you first.

Why did you agree
to kill your former mentor?

Oh, wait.
Is it possible...

that I'm not the only one
with daddy issues?

Touché.

I have an abundance
of daddy issues.

They're just a different
flavor from yours, MacGyver.

See, my father
never abandoned me.

He stayed.

And...

well, I'll spare you
all the gory details,

but trust me when I say sometimes
it's better to be abandoned.

For everyone.

But not in the case of Helman.
Am I right?

You took it personally
when he ditched you.

I suppose when
Helman retired,

I did... take it
a bit personally.

MacGyver, the man was
an artist of death,

someone that I
greatly admired,

and then he goes and he
throws it all away for love?

Like... something I
never could understand.

What do you
think, MacGyver,

do you know why
your dad left?

I used to think I did.

I told him I blamed him
for my mom's death

right before he left.

But you know what?

I was a kid, I was hurting.

He had grown so distant
after she'd passed, I just...

I guess I wanted to see

if I could get a reaction
out of him.

You ever consider
murdering him?

I don't want to get all
Freudian on you, but...

there is absolutely
nothing as cathartic

as killing your own father.

Trust me.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

It's been a hectic day.

Where's Riley?

I want to see my daughter.

Well, that will have
to wait till later.

Riley is busy working.
I don't mean to be rude,

but why do you have
me in this room?

For your own safety.

What happened
at MacGyver's house

was very serious
and should not be taken lightly.

And that much was very clear.

I recognize that this
is a lot to take in,

and I'm sure
that you have questions.

She warned me not to ask them.

Well, I believe
that at this point,

it's more dangerous
to leave you with questions

than to cue you in
on exactly what goes on here.

Come.

Take a walk with me.

After your incident last year,

I ran a background check
on you, just to be safe.

Which means that
I can trust you

with the information
I'm about to share.

I don't know if I should be
concerned or flattered.

It's okay to be a
little bit of both.

To the outside world,
the Phoenix Foundation

is just a think tank.

But behind these walls, we are
a U.S. intelligence agency

tasked with taking down
enemies of the state,

stopping acts of terrorism,

and saving lives
all around the world

wherever they are imperiled.

So this is where
my daughter works.

Yes, sometimes.

And sometimes
she's out in the field.

The field?

Riley is a covert operative,
part of an elite team.

So my daughter's a spy
with the U.S. government

who puts her life at risk
all over the world,

and I have Jack Dalton
to thank for this?

You have every right
to be upset.

And all the reason
to be proud.

The only thing I couldn't make
was a spoon.

So you want to...

You want to drink
some beans?

That's disgusting.
No, I'm-I'm all beaned out.

Oh, if he doesn't
want the beans,

can I have them,
MacGyver?

What? They look
like delicious beans.

Knock yourself out.

You realize you just
gave him a weapon, don't you?

What's he gonna do
with a can of beans?

Just keep an eye on him.

I let him get
in my head earlier.

Yeah, well, that's what
that fool does.

That's why you just got
to ignore him, like I do.

Yeah, I know.

But it did get
me thinking.

What if my dad doesn't
really want to be found?

Come on, man.
If that was the case,

he wouldn't be breaking
into your house,

leaving you
cryptic messages.

I don't know, but add that
to the growing list of things

that I don't know
about my dad.

Including his
connection to Matty.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm still
a little foggy on that one.

Point is, I don't know why I'm
wasting so much time and energy

on someone who didn't care
enough to stick around

in the first place.
Right, right.

You know, I-I know I'm
beating a dead horse here,

but that's the way family
works sometimes, man.

It can take a man years
to realize he's...

made a mistake.

Is this about you now?

Well, I thought
you were done.

What...

It's Diane. She's-she's skipping
around in my head a little bit.

Hey, maybe that's
a good thing.

You two looked like you were
having fun at the party.

Well, you know, before the

assassin/schoolteacher
showed up, I mean.

Yeah, that's partially why
I left her the first time.

As much as I try to keep
business out of personal,

sooner or later
that job comes a-knocking.

And I hate to break it
to you, pal,

but guys in our
line of work,

we don't get
the fairy tale ending.

Doesn't mean you can't try.
Yeah.

Do you mind? The beans.

Wait a second.

We're 30 miles
from the next stop.

Why are we slowing down?

Because he found
us, that's why.

Well, we can't stay here.

Let's go.

Can I have my can of beans?

Your b...
Thank you.

Fetch.

Well, so much for getting off
that train before he spotted us.

More good news...
We can't get in.

Well, I can shoot it off there,

but I think I better save
some ammo for the Terminator.

No-no-no, I-I can get through
this. It's low-grade steel.

I just need a piece of, uh,
heavy-duty, high-carbon steel...

All yours, MacGyver.

Don't do this.
Get 'em off him.

If there was a contest
for all-time worst ideas,

this wins the blue ribbon.
We don't have a choice.

Ditch that creepy smile.

Got it!

Murdoc!

Go!

Where is he?

I-I don't know.

You don't know?

There's not one,

but two psychopathic killers
on the loose.

I got about six bullets left.

You just had to let him go.
Yeah, you were right.

About what?

All-time worst idea ever.

Thank you.

What's the plan there,
homeslice? I'm working on it.

Yeah, well, kick the neurons
into hyperdrive, will you?

I got about six bullets left.

I heard you the first time.
Yeah,

the only reason
I'm telling you

is so you don't blame me

when I can't save
your skinny ass.

Well, if you can't save me,
it's 'cause I'm dead,

so there'll be no blaming,
I can assure you.

Well, you're right.
That's a good point.

Yeah, that makes me feel
a whole lot better.

Not me.
Oh, come on.

You know I'm not
gonna let anything...

You know, just forget it.

Yeah, forget it.
That's a good idea.

You just had
to let him go.

Stop. I'm trying to focus.
Had to let him go.

I-I can work with this.

Yeah? Wh-What's
the plan?

Oh, yeah. Uh, I'm gonna
make a drop net trap.

It's the same one that's
used on wild animals, but, uh,

we're gonna lure
Helman underneath it.

With what?

With live bait.
Nice.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the role of "live bait"

will be played by your very own
Jack Dalton. Am I right?

Just long enough for me
to incapacitate him.

Yeah, okay, fine.

Hey, you want to hear
something funny?

Right now?

Of all the reasons I want
to live through this,

you know the one thing
that keeps popping

in my little nugget?

The Cowboys win the Super Bowl?

You'd think so, right?
Yeah, b-but no.

It's... Diane.

I'm kind of ready to see
where that might go,

you know what I mean?

That's romantic.

But maybe we should, uh,
worry about surviving

the two world's deadliest
killers first, huh?

All right, look.

I got this locked down.
I'm gonna set the trap.

You go find Helman
and bring him this way.

Yeah, okay. Good luck.

Save it for later.

Right.

Well, well, well, MacGyver.

Hey! Drop it!

I said drop it!

Don't you move.

I just saved
MacGyver's life, Jack.

You really think
I want to take it now?

You don't expect me
to believe that, do you?

No, Jack,
he-he's telling the truth.

He's the only reason I'm alive.

What do you want?

We both know
you don't have a heart.

Even if you did,

you wouldn't do anything
out of the goodness of it.

Well, now that you mention it.

There is something that
I would like in exchange

for my bravery and heroism.

Something only you can give me.

I'm not in a wheelchair.

I... I'm just
trying to help.

Yeah, well, calm down.

Hey, everyone.

- Hey, what's up?
- Welcome home, Mac.

Hey, welcome home.

Hey.
Hi.

Nicholas Helman is dead,

and Murdoc is back in custody.

Ooh. Right to business.
I like it.

Well, it might not have been
pretty, but at least it's a win.

Good job.

Does this mean
we get a raise?

No.

Diane, I heard Matty brought you
to the Phoenix.

And-and you got
to see what it is

we actually do.

I did.

And-and I'm sure
you're pretty pissed,

but I just...

I'm not complaining,
but what was that for?

Honestly, I'm still trying
to figure out

the Phoenix of it all.

And believe me,
we will return to this topic

of you putting my daughter
in harm's way.

But for now, I want to thank you
for believing in Riley.

And for giving her
a second chance.

Oh, you're welcome.

Even if it is a dangerous one.

Well, to dangerous
second chances.

And not so dangerous.

So it looks like I'm back

in the knife wound,
bullet hole, shrapnel club.

I know, man.

Through and through.
Yeah.

Just enough to get
you out of the way.

I still can't believe
Murdoc saved your life.

Yeah.

Well, as it turns out,

there was something he wanted
a lot more than seeing me dead.

Dad!

I've been looking
everywhere for you, buddy.

Want to see what I drew?

Only more than anything.

Oh, wow, that's wonderful.

I have more. Maybe you
can show 'em to me later.

Are we going home?

Do you still have that birthday
present that I sent you?

Perfect.

Do me a favor.
Can you put 'em on?

Now play your
favorite song.

Turn up the volume really
loud and close your eyes.

And keep 'em closed real tight
until I tell you to open 'em.

Okay?

Hey, pal, Daddy has
to make a quick stop

before we get
where we're going.

Do me a favor.

Put your headphones
back on.

Hello, Henry.

I want you to know that
I came for you first.

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