All language subtitles for MacGyver (2016).04x06.Right + Wrong + Both + Neither.SVA-AVS.English

Is your name Matilda Webber?

Oh, you've really lost
your mind this time, Taylor.

Is your code name
"Titan", head of Codex?

Are you seriously asking me

if I'm the leader of a
global terrorist organization?

Is this you?

Russ, why don't we just
go back to the war room

and talk this out together?

Well, she hasn't answered
the question, has she?

- It's Matty.
- You know what, Mac?

I think you should leave.

I'd like to talk to Taylor alone.

Turn off the comms.

Yes, ma'am.

- You want the truth?
- Yes.

- What does this mean?
- I don't know.

But please tell me you
found a lead with that photo.

I'm operating under the
assumption it's a deepfake.

But I can't get any
original footage because

the soccer stadium
servers were wiped clean.

What about the DARPA guys

who ran the facial analytics software?

I've been running forensics on
them since they sent them over.

- It checks out. You know what?
- Well, what about...

Nobody talk to me right now.

Please.

Now, you listen to me,

you manipulative,
insignificant psyops fool.

I'm not gonna let your sick
paranoia tear this team apart.

Codex has its hooks in everywhere.

I imagine its ideology
is quite persuasive.

There's nothing more dangerous than

people who do the wrong
things for the right reasons.

Did being a war profiteer
all those years mess you up?

Or were you already messed up,

which is why you became a war profiteer?

- Maybe we should hear this.
- Why? You think she's lying?

If Matty is the head of Codex,
don't we have the right to know?

Press that button, you're
doubting her loyalty,

- and there's no going back.
- Well, I think we're already there.

Hang on a second.

What are these keystrokes?

I might be exhausted,

but this doesn't look
like English, right?

I think those are Estonian.

That's it.

Are you Titan?

Are you the head of Codex?

Riley!

The Phoenix server log.

Someone accessed our files

using an Estonian language keyboard.

- Meaning?
- We were hacked.

That photo you sent to DARPA
for analysis, that was fake.

It was a plant. This? It's fake.

Someone got to our
footage before we did.

Matty's clean.

Matty,

- we're sorry...
- Don't.

Codex tried to get us
to turn on each other.

I'd say it worked.

- Synced and corrected by Firefly -
- www.addic7ed.com -

Sorry.

Can't sleep?

No. Not really. I got a lot on my mind.

You mean other than the Matty situation.

You and Desi had a rather intimate snog

on the Jumbotron in
front of a stadium crowd.

It's fair game to ask.
Are you rekindled?

We agreed to have a conversation
about us and where we stood

and keep finding excuses not
to have that conversation.

- So, you're avoiding it.
- Avoiding what?

These peanuts are great. Zero trans fat.

Oh, that message is more
than eight hours old.

Remind me to upgrade the comms
when we get back, would you?

Russ. Russ.

I know it's been forever,

but I don't have a lot of
time and I'm in trouble.

Everything that happened,
please just forgive and forget.

Get here as fast as you
can. I need your help.

Is there any more?

Um, no.

No.

Where are you going?

I'm diverting this plane.

We'll stabilize for medevac.
How long you been

- doing chest compressions?
- Is he gonna make it?

Two hours, and I'm getting
one hell of a leg cramp.

Is he gonna make it?

As soon as we're in there,
I'm handing him off to you.

Copy that.

- That's my man in there.
- You're wearing a gun.

I just want to know,
is he gonna make it?

No guns in my clinic.

Surrender it or leave.

He's my responsibility. He has family.

He lost a lot of blood.

The bullet tore through his abdomen.

I am so sick of guns, I could scream!

Scream at Red Order, not me.

I'm the one who's protecting this place.

Correction. Your company is being paid

to protect the pumping station.

Don't pretend like you're a hero.

Spearhead? Rebels?

- You men are all the same.
- Take that back.

- Take off your gun.
- Oh, sure.

So I'll just go outside

and sing "Kumbaya" to
the rebels, shall I?

They'll lay down their
weapons, leave town,

and we all live happily
ever after! Simple!

Is that what you think of me?

- Simple?
- No.

I think you are frustrating and naive

and unfortunately the
best person I've ever met.

Well, you're selfish and rude...

I'm going to say something to you

that I've never said to
another woman in my life.

You can take my gun.

Russ.

We got your back,

but we're still a little
light on the details.

You all saw the message.
What else do you need to know?

- Who is this woman?
- She's a friend.

We haven't seen each other for a while.

Until last night,
when I got the message.

Where the hell are we?

Just outside Revaca.

It's one of the smallest

and poorest towns in Moldova.

There's no local law
enforcement, which is why

the Russian-backed separatist
rebels used to come in

and terrorize the locals

in their ongoing conflict with Ukraine.

Used to?

My company had a contract

to secure the oil pumping
station from the rebels.

We did our job

and left.

And it's been quiet ever since.

Quiet was an understatement.

Well, I know the clinic's around
here somewhere. Stay frosty.

I just hope we're not too late.

That factory is the only
place with any signs of life.

You smell that ammonia?

They must be making textiles,

but normally a factory
would filter out the odor.

Should never be that potent.

It was never Paris,
but Emilia was committed

to making this a better place,

bringing in a full-time
clinic, more jobs.

Sorry to say, but it
looks like she failed.

It's very unlike her.

Those are untreated chemical burns.

There it is.

Emilia?

Emilia?

- Who are you?
- Russ Taylor.

Emilia messaged me last
night. Where is she?

Did you say Taylor?

You have three seconds before
you become a stain on that wall.

Easy now.

Two... one...

Emilia was kidnapped.

Kidnapped?

Kidnapped by who?

I don't know.

Who the hell are you?

I'm her husband.

Um, I'm sorry, um...

Emilia and I...

I know who you are.

You do?

You're the man who destroyed this town.

Russ, the Red Order
is stepping up their attacks.

One day, it's going to be you.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, it's not mine.

Not mine.

- Come on!
- Get him on a gurney.

What happened?

Spearhead limey bastard shot me.

Yeah, you shot first. I didn't miss.

He's Red Order.

- They shot at the pumping station.
- Did your boys

take down any civilians
with your target practice?

I need that one alive.

Yeah, well, it's kind
of what we do here.

Hey.

The bleeding's stopped.

Pumping him full of antibiotics.

He's gonna make it.

You're not half bad at this.

I'm getting too much practice.

Hey.

Why are you crying?

Shut up.

I'm relieving stress.

Did you have to shoot him?

Why would you ask me that?

I want to understand.

I think it's better you don't.

Tell me you're going to stop them.

What did the kidnappers look like?

I wasn't at home.

I have no idea.

Has there been a ransom demand?

If it's money they're
after, I can arrange it.

Course you can.

Isn't that your solution
to every problem?

Yes. Do you want to know why?

Because despite

what cynics say, money does in fact

solve most problems,
especially kidnappings.

- I don't want your kind of help.
- So you're willing to let

the kidnappers hold on to
your wife because, what?

You don't like the way I do business.

Your business is blood money.

And after what you've done to Revaca,

you're the last man to help anybody.

This town wouldn't be
here if it weren't for me.

Do you have any idea
of how many people died

because of you?

That's enough.

I don't know why Emilia called you,

but you need to leave.

Now!

Russ, stop.

What was that about?

What did he mean, people
died because of you?

That's none of your concern right now.

Uh, I'd say it is.

What are you getting us into, man?

May I remind you that I own the Phoenix?

I bought it.

Therefore, if I say we are going
to rescue a kidnapped woman,

we are going to rescue
a kidnapped woman.

That's it. End of story.

Your boss has spoken.

Yeah, well, that's not
exactly how we work.

Not how you work? Not how you work?

My God, what kind of codependent

sandbox did Matty raise you all in?!

The real world isn't a fantasy land

of mutual respect and trust.

The real world is a place
where people are complicated

and disappointing.

And some of us

have actually made mistakes in life.

Something weird definitely happened

five years ago when he was here.

- Can you look up his old PMC?
- Way ahead of you.

Already have.

His contracts are classified,
but I did some digging,

and I got access to Spearhead's files.

Thanks. "Spearhead Operations

was hired by the Ukrainian oil company

to fight off the Red Order", and then...

And then after three
months of heavy fighting,

the rebels just up and
went; they disappeared.

Spearhead got a bonus,
Taylor moved on, that's it.

That's all there is.

Russ probably wrote this report.

If you want to find
Emilia, we need better intel.

Victor's the closest thing that we have

to an eyewitness, and he's
not exactly talking right now.

Well, the State Department
keeps, uh, files on kidnappings

and ransom activities;
maybe there's a lead there.

All right, I'm in the embassy files now.

Not seeing anything
about kidnappings, though.

But they did flag a high
volume of semitrailer trucks

exiting Revaca twice a week.

Why is that suspicious?

Because they crossed the border
into Ukraine using back roads,

bypassing mandatory checkpoints.

Smuggling.

Well, if Emilia did come
across some illegal operation,

she'd definitely take
a stand against it.

Well, that could be
what got her kidnapped.

Where are the trucks coming from?

The factory.

It's very likely Emilia's there, too.

Sure is a lot of
guards for a textile factory.

Yeah, I don't think they're making

"I heart Revaca" T-shirts in there.

- They're Red Order.
- The same rebels you ran out of town

five years ago?

So you checked up on me.

That's good. It's what
I would have done, too.

You don't seem surprised
that they're here.

Oh, I had my suspicions.

All right, we should
check round the back.

Yeah.

We're doing this for Emilia,

and then you and I are
gonna have a conversation.

Oh, goody.

One bolted steel door and two

sealed lead glass windows.

Explains why there's no guards around.

Looks like a storeroom.

Russ, you have a lighter?

Yep. Coming at you.

Think we're gonna go
straight through that window.

A plunger would be better,
but glass jars will do.

The fire inside the jars uses up oxygen

and creates the negative pressure,

also known as suction.

And this chemical foam
will act as an adhesive,

so that when we break the glass...

Quiet as a mouse.

That smell is ANFO...
ammonium nitrate fuel oil.

It's simple but dangerously volatile.

That explains the burns.

They don't know how to
handle the chemicals.

This is an IED factory.

Looks like Emilia's
husband decided to join the party.

Bastard's working for them.

Emilia must have found out.

Check out the boss.

_

_

_

That's Anton.

You know that guy?

Russ Taylor.

Back to shoot me again?

I just want to talk.

You have 30 seconds.

I was hired to protect
the pumping station.

You see?

And I suspect that for the right price,

a practical man such as yourself

will leave it alone.

You go your way, a little richer...

... and I go mine.

How does that sound to you?

Like we speak the same language.

I made him.

This is all my fault.

You were in there?

Did you see what you've done?

Says a willing participant
in their slave labor.

No. It's all right.

You think I want this?

It's been hell since they came back.

I'm trying to keep everyone alive!

Well, you're doing a bang-up job.

They took my wife. My Emilia.

Your Emilia.

Russ.

Russ.

Well, if we're gonna
get her back, then...

maybe we should start
helping each other, yeah?

Emilia discovered

they were transporting
the bombs into Ukraine.

She wanted to alert the U.N.

Well, that makes sense.
The U.N. has the authority

to shut the whole thing down.

So why'd they kidnap her,

instead of... you know.

She's leverage. To make sure
I keep the factory running.

Anton's holding her in a
compound just outside of town.

Well, that's where we're going.

Oh, great. So it's the four
of us against an armed militia.

Yeah. Must be a Tuesday.

I'll give you whatever you want.

This has gone on too long.

This is our home.

We got Victor's
description of the compound.

And since Anton will remember me

as the man who laced
his palm with silver,

that should get us
through the front door.

Sounds like a hell of a deal.

All right, let's just get this
out in the open, shall we?

You can judge me however you like.

It was a complicated situation,

and I did it for the right reasons.

We get in, we get Emilia...

And proof of Anton's weapons sales.

And then we get the hell out.

Russ Taylor, Spearhead Operations.

Be a lamb, tell Anton
I'm here, would you?

_

Looks like Scarface
and a pirate had a baby.

Russ Taylor.

If I remember correctly,
you're a terrible guest.

You like to shoot people.

Well, I don't like to.

This is a far cry from
the, uh, tent in the woods.

You've done very well.

I'm an excellent businessman.

- You're my inspiration.
- Hmm.

You have something I want.

From what I heard,

you left Spearhead and
shut the company down.

I had to shed my skin to get
under the U.S. government radar,

but right now...

... I need a favor.

A supply of IEDs

from a source who knows
how to keep a secret.

I don't owe you any favors.

I'd say you owe me everything.

But that doesn't mean you can't charge

a fair price for your product.

You won't find the price fair,

but you'll pay it.

I'll get you the Swiss
bank account numbers.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

My, uh, my colleague here is bleeding

all over your beautiful home.

What happened to you?

We were under fire crossing
the border. I got hit.

She needs a doctor.

They said in Revaca that the, uh,

clinic doctor's here with you.

- Is that right?
- And?

Well, she can continue to
bleed all over your floor,

or, for 5,000 euros, you can...

you can let her see a doctor.

Take them.

Then you leave.

Who are you?

You're here.

Someone's in a good mood.

I do have some good news for you.

Spearhead's job here is done,

and I'm leaving.

How is that good news?

Well, it is if you come with me.

But my work isn't done.

But they can send someone else.

I thought you wanted
this. I thought you...

thought you were tired of the
soldiers and the bullet wounds.

I don't understand. What
happened to the Red Order?

- I took care of it.
- What did you do?

I put an end to the fighting.

I got them to leave.

With a little cash incentive.

You paid them off?

Russ, these men are violent terrorists.

That's not a solution.

It is the right solution for right now.

Look, we can leave this horrible place.

We can go and live the lives we deserve,

the life that you deserve.

How does Bali sound...

... for the honeymoon?

Russ, get up.

I did this for you.

Get up.

That's not who I am.

And not who I thought you were, either.

Thank you for coming.

There's bad news.

I'm not the only hostage Anton has.

There are five others.

I came for you. After
we get you to safety

- and deal with Anton, then we can...
- No.

I don't go unless they do.

This is not a negotiation.

If you take me, Anton will
kill the other hostages.

Do you want more people to die?

Desi's all patched up.

And Riley hacked into Anton's records.

We have all the evidence
we need for the U.N.

I'm not leaving without the others.

New plan.

Are you quite sure about this plan?

Because, spoiler alert, I'm not.

All right, first things
first. Emilia said that

she and the other
hostages are being kept

in a barracks tent behind this wall.

You left out the part
about how we're getting

to said barracks tent.

- I was getting to that.
- Okay, one point.

After we rescue the hostages,

Anton's men will no doubt be in pursuit.

Not sure if you've noticed, but,
uh, Moldova's best car rental

is powered by hamsters and prayer.

I did notice, Russ, and I'm on it.

Desi, will you crack
open one of the lights,

get me the bulb?

Riley, pop out the radio dial.

Isn't this part usually

accompanied by some
sort of "Macsplaining"?

Just wait for it.

All right, this is an arc lighter.

Don't turn it on now, but use it to fry

the onboard computers of Anton's SUV.

That should buy us some time
before they start chasing us.

Um, the wall. Are we going under?

We're going in Kool-Aid style.

Oh, yeah.

Riley, hook this up to the car battery.

All right, the subwoofer
acts as an oscillator,

which should...

... make that happen.

- Emilia.
- Okay, come on.

Come on. Let's go. Move.
Move, move, move. Come on.

Come on. Go. Go, go, go, quick.

Come on, go. Let's go.

We can't all fit in there.

Everybody, get in!

- Let's go.
- Come on.

- Get in, get in.
- Everybody, in!

Go, go, go.

Mac!

Here, come on.

Let's go! Let's go!

God.

She is losing a lot of blood.

Just keep pressure on it.

Oh, I'm sorry. Does that hurt?

No, Russ, it's awesome.

I did miss you.

I missed you, too.

Idiot.

How far to the choke point?

About three miles.

We need to get her to a clinic.

Yeah, but this isn't gonna work

if we don't stick to the plan together.

Stick to the plan. Let's end this.

All right.

We'll stick to the plan.

Let's just hope Victor
held up his end of the deal.

Emilia.

You're hurt.

- What can we do?
- Just help them.

- Emilia...
- We don't have much time.

Please don't argue.

Just help them.

Did you bring what I asked?

There are two dozen IEDs
in the back of the truck.

We managed to overpower
a couple of factory guards

and grab their rifles.

Perfect.

Anton's rebels are on the move.
We got maybe eight minutes.

It won't be easy.

It's going to be very dangerous.

But if we work together
and if we work fast,

we can do this. We can win.

_

It's all in the delivery, darling.

All right, let's get started.

Sealed off and heated gunpowder

boils water, creating steam,

which builds pressure inside
the bottle until impact,

when boom, you've got a
nonlethal knockout grenade.

They're here.

All right.

Everybody, brace yourselves.

Gunpowder and fire is
a dangerous combination.

Oh. That's-that's not good.

Uh, Russ, now's a good time
for another motivational speech.

How about "We're outnumbered, outgunned

and moments away from a slaughter"?

That one needs work.

Taylor, I know you're out there.

Mac.

We just kicked a hornet's nest

of angry rebels and we're just

hanging around, waiting to get stung.

- I think you mean shot.
- I think I mean metaphor.

Russ, I need you to buy more time.

How much firepower do we have if
we came to a straight shoot-out?

I'd give us 45 seconds, tops,
before we go home in boxes.

Desi.

Anton!

Let's have a chat, shall we?

Your vehicles are trapped.

We have the elevated position.

You'll last, what? 45 seconds, tops.

You're underestimating me! Again!

So, we can wipe each other
out, but what's the point, huh?

Mac,

hurry up before he gets himself killed.

It's a homemade grenade launcher.

It's not like I can
take it back to Best Buy.

Help me understand, Taylor.

Help me understand your
weakness for this nothing town.

We both know Revaca is a
toilet full of peasants.

I gave them a purpose.

Infrastructure.

They make my bombs, they get to eat.

You've truly earned the
"World's Greatest Boss" title.

We both know their true value.

And thanks to you, I got
them for a good price:

nothing.

But now you've lost your hostages.

And you let those peasants ambush you.

Come on, old chum.

Let's both leave this party

while we're still having fun, eh?

I'm not leaving.

You're not leaving.

So let's just get this over with.

I hope you kissed your
doctor friend goodbye.

Do it.

Just do it!

But you know the truth,

don't you?

Take me down, and there'll
be ten more like me.

So...

what do you want to do about it?

Uh, your favorite.

If I remember.

Yes.

Anton and his men left town.

The factory's abandoned.

How did you do it?

I made it clear that we had
evidence of his war crimes,

and, um, the U.N. doesn't
take those things lightly.

You've changed, Russ.

I'm proud of you.

Well, um,

wheels up in ten.

I just, uh, wanted to come by and, uh,

say goodbye.

Thank you.

For everything.

Goodbye.

Russ.

We would have killed
each other, you know.

But what a way to go.

You made another deal with Anton.

It wasn't the U.N.

You paid him off.

Again.

If you took him out,

it would leave a power
vacuum that begs to be filled,

and then we would be back in two years,

fighting a whole new
group of insurgents.

Paying Anton off buys Revaca
some safety for a decade,

more or less.

And then when we do come back...

it's the devil you know.

The U.N. wouldn't have been any help.

An investigation would've taken a year.

And even then, there's no guarantee.

So,

I did...

What you had to do.

I get it now.

And I kind of wish I didn't.

This job used to be
way less complicated.

We go on missions, we
save lives, we come home.

But lately...

it's different.

I don't even know how to describe it.

It's like there's a shadow
cast over everything.

This thing with Codex, with Matty...

... the people that we deal with...

... the darkness that we see.

The world isn't black-and-white.

Sometimes the only
thing you can do is...

The wrong thing.

For the right reason.

Hey. They're on the plane.

I'm gonna head out.

Good night.

Voice encoding enabled.

Hi, it's me.

It's been a while.

I know that you're dealing
with a lot right now,

but we need to talk.

I don't know if I'm just being paranoid

or if I'm seeing ghosts, but...

I think she's back.

You need to come see
me as soon as possible.