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Tell him...

about File 47.

47...

That would plunge the world into chaos.

Someone's got to slow them down.

I'll set off the explosion manually.

Angus, I wish there
was more time for us.

But I need you to listen
to something right now.

44-8-11-75-11.

You got that, son?

Whoa!

_

- ♪ There's a sayin' going all around... ♪
- _

How did they find us?

You've got a famous face, Nick.

Makes traveling under
a fake identity rather hard.

If they get their hands on this map,

the next time we'll
be hearing about this

is in the papers.

We'll be all right.

- How do you know?
- 'Cause we're DXS.

We're smarter.

At least you are.

Mr. Tesla.

The map, if you please.

I believe I've already made
my position on the matter

perfectly clear to your superior.

I am not a murderer.

Then perhaps you shouldn't
have built a killing machine.

It is a science experiment.

It's not a weapon.

- It's meant to deter violence.
- Both parties avoid war

to prevent mutually assured...

destruction.

It may be hard for you to grasp...

Come on!

Well, that was close.

And I'll be out of bullets soon.

So I suggest you put
that big brain of yours

to work and invent us a way out of here.

Come on!

Who are they?

I don't know.

But something tells me
they're not going to stop.

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MacGyver.

Oh. Good morning, sleepyhead.

It's 6:03.

Yeah, I'm building a carbon scrubber...

can you, uh, give me a hand?

- It's 6:03.
- Uh, yeah,

I finally got the carbon measurement
to 300 parts per million,

but we're gonna need cheaper materials

if we want to deploy it worldwide.

Do you want to talk about this?

Talk about what?

Damn.

Why?

It's 6:03.

He doesn't want to talk about it.

- Are we going camping?
- Uh, no,

I made you guys personalized
apocalypse backpacks.

Backup battery for my rig.

Baby, you got me a crossbow?

These are end-of-the-world
care packages.

- This is about Codex.
- Well, yes. I'm assuming

they aretrying to wipe
out a billion people

in order to save the planet,

unless we can come
up with a better idea.

We don't need a better idea.
We just need to stop them.

Okay, so we stop them. And then what?

Then we save all those people,

but what's stopping us
from killing the planet?

Why won't this...

Matty needs us.

I guess this stuff will have to wait.

Oh, wow. He's definitely in overdrive.

Put my favorite candy bars in here.

Sweet!

_

_

Hey, Matty.

Sorry I'm late. I said
I'd get coffee for...

everyone.

What's going on?

Taylor broke your father's code.

Oh, really? That was fast.

Yes, well, I've been
thinking about it nonstop

for the last 72 hours.

One of the side effects of pareidolia.

We never say no to a puzzle.

So, all Oversight left you

was a video with a bunch
of seemingly random numbers,

so I had to dig really deep
into his life for clues.

Place of birth,

baseball team, favorite movie.

The Great Escape.

Turns out the key to breaking it

was as simple and obscure

as the numbers in Steve
McQueen's birthday.

You should have asked me
about this. I could have helped.

Well, I needed objectivity, and...

and you're his son.

Okay, you guys are looking at me

like you're fitting me
for a straitjacket.

Let's just stop trying to protect me
and get to work, yeah?

- You all heard the man.
- Right, then.

Um...

turns out that it is an address.

A private residence not far from here.

Looks abandoned.

It's a single-family dwelling
built in 1903, but...

no one's lived there in decades.

Since the name on the
deed is a shell corporation,

we don't know who owns it.

What's that smell? Smells like...

Silence of the Lambs?

All right.

Let's, um... let's spread out,

see what we can find.

That's a lot of bleach.

Yeah, it's not as if, uh,

it's being used to clean this place.

This place hasn't been
touched in a century.

There's nothing here.

Feels like a dead end.

But it can't be.

It's not.

I think a scientist lived here.

You guys don't see it?

Yes, there's definitely a pattern there.

It's the periodic table of the elements.

Noble gases are blue.

Alkaloid metals are orange.

Yeah, there's a draft here.

There's definitely something
behind these books.

Mercury. Cadmium.

Silver's missing.

Huh.

Polyphase induction motors,

compressors, generators.

I mean, this stuff belongs in a museum.

No way.

Ideas for generators,

motors,

turbines?

"Shiva".

Why is that familiar?

Hindu deity.

Also known as the Destroyer.

No way.

It's a Tesla coil.

An original.

Bad capacitor, but
otherwise in good shape.

Nikola Tesla.

This is Tesla's stuff.

That explains the bleach.

- He was a huge germaphobe.
- Tesla?

The electricity guy?

- Among many other things.
- What?

Well, apparently,
Tesla was a contemporary

of Thomas Edison and
Alexander Graham Bell.

It is so hot that you know that.

I don't. I found this.

Look, this, this was taken in a DXS lab.

These guys were all DXS.

This is blowing my mind.

So this is where Tesla

must have stayed when
he was working in L.A.

Which explains how Oversight
knew about this place.

Shiva.

Looks like some kind of weapon.

Tesla was always trying to
invent so-called superweapons,

like an earthquake
machine or a death ray.

He thought that powerful
weapons could deter war.

Looks like that's what
he was doing for DXS.

Looks like he put Shiva's
location here on the map.

"X" marks the spot?

"X" marks the spot you start.

This is Serbian. Don't ask.

This says, "From the 'X',

hike a quarter mile west".

There's something... I don't know...

something missing, hidden.

I think this room

- is a clue.
- What do you mean?

It's part of the map.

You need this room as a cipher.

We've got visitors. Two in the front,

three in the back.

Did you get a good look at 'em?

Yeah, they look like
pros. Heavily armed.

One... two...

Check upstairs.

Mac, what is that?

It's a camera obscura.
It's like a fancy peephole.

Tesla must have made it

- to watch out for unwelcome visitors.
- Angus!

We know you're in here somewhere!

It's Codex.

- How do you know?
- They sent the mean one.

Come on out! Before we tear you

and this place apart.

Okay, I have an idea.

A Tesla coil is an electrical resonant
transformer circuit.

- We're gonna make stuff go boom.
- Ooh.

You take those and lay
them out right there.

By laying out lengths of magnet,

a Tesla coil can take
low voltage electricity

and turn it into high voltage.

In other words, we're
gonna turn it up to 11.

They're in here. Don't
move, or I'll shoot.

Hey, how, uh... ?

How long was I out?

Just a couple of hours.

Hey, I think you should
stay still, okay?

What happened?

What's the last thing you remember?

Oh, we were at Tesla's house.

And then we found all that cool stuff

in the... room? And then...

fire?

Okay, you know what? He's concussed.

We all just need to take
a step back for a second.

Wait. Shiva? Why-why am I
thinking about a Hindu deity?

Mac, I think you should just rest, okay?

No. No, there's no time.
We need what's in his head.

Codex has the map.

Oh.

They ambushed us. I
remember that, but why?

We think they used us.

They knew about Oversight's code

and wanted us to break it so
we'd lead them to Tesla's map.

After you went down,
it turned into a bit of a shoot-out,

but, um, ultimately,

they overpowered us and
took what they came for.

The map.

Which leads to Tesla's superweapon.

So Tesla must have hidden the weapon

so it wouldn't fall
into the wrong hands.

And the map shows us where.

Sorry to state the obvious here,

but we need to get to said superweapon

before the global
terrorist organization does.

And how? They have the map,

- and we obviously don't.
- Hold on a second.

Before the ambush, you said
even if you had the map,

you'd need the room to decipher it.

Yes.

But I can't remember why.

Do you remember
anything about it at all?

Memory loss is unpredictable.

It could come back in days, years.

Never.

I have an idea. Bozer,

I want you to reach out to DARPA.

Use my clearance and ask
for Dr. Cheryl Werner.

In the meantime, look for
any info we can find on Shiva

and where that map might lead.

The Markridge Scientific
Institute in Pasadena.

Tesla used to lecture there.

They have an extensive archive

on all of his files.

If you're gonna find anything,
that's where it will be.

- Just once,
- _

- I would like to work with a mad scientist
- _

who files things alphabetically.

I'd kill right now for a scanner

and ten lines of Python code.

This section is off-limits for students.

Well, you flatter.

It's been many a decade since

anyone called me a student... Karen.

May I just say, that is an
exquisite flower on your blouse.

Russell Taylor, history department.

Never heard of you.

And I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

That's because I've just
transferred in from Oxford.

I'm looking for a manuscript

that may or may not have been misplaced.

It's entitled "The Theory
of Conflict Deterrence".

I assure you, nothing in my
archives is "missed" anything.

If it's here, I can find it.

Well, then, thank God for you, Karen.

Hmm? Your skill will save us all.

I'll look on the computer.

Marvelous.

Oh...

Mac is always doodling things
like this on cocktail napkins.

He and Tesla probably
have a lot in common.

I hope not. According to this,

Tesla died penniless and alone.

Maid found his body in a hotel room,

surrounded by dead pigeons.

Ew.

I'm worried about Mac.

First losing his dad.
That was bad enough.

And then letting Lasky, the
nuclear plant engineer die.

Yeah.

It's taking a toll on him.

And now he's up all night
making apocalypse bags.

Who knows what else.

I mean, I don't know what to do. I...

In my family, we don't even
talk about our feelings.

We just make soup.

Thank you, Karen.

All right, I bought us some time.

But we are two phone calls away

from being thrown out of this place.

So let us hurry.

11/9/37.

Russ... got something?

11/9/37.

There are 26 letters alone in this box,

handwritten, dated 11/9/37.

If Tesla was building
the ultimate weapon,

he'd most likely find a
way to encode his work.

What if these numbers are
some sort of cryptokey?

So we need everything we can find

- dated November 9, 1937.
- Mmm.

I mean, that must be the
key to where he hid Shiva.

Right.

So, you want to give me a memory drug?

It's an experimental psychotropic drug

developed by DARPA.

It contains DMT, which has been proven

to help trauma patients
recover lost memories.

We're hoping it'll help you find

whatever you saw in the Tesla house.

And it's safe?

- Cheryl, I swear to God!
- Sorry.

- It is so not safe.
- Matty, who is this?

Doesn't Phoenix already
have a team of fancy doctors?

Cheryl is an old friend of mine

That's "Dr. Cheryl" to you.

Okay.

She works at DARPA.

Yeah, the money's good, and
my student loan payoff date

is 2064, so... Quick question.

Have you ever had a psychotic break,

and if so, do you
anticipate becoming violent?

Uh, no. Why?

Because patients have suffered
severe reactions to this drug.

Mental breakdowns.

Some... irreversible damage.

Look, Mac...

You don't have to do this.

But it might be our only
shot at finding that weapon

before Codex does, so let's do it.

Your prefrontal cortex,
or short-term memories,

that's the part we need to engage.

We'll also give you a sedative,
which will keep you unconscious

and put you in a REM stage.

You'll be in a lucid dream state

reflecting your short-term memories.

Stay focused there.

Do not go wandering
around into your past.

Who knows, maybe this will help.

- Okay, you ready?
- Hold on.

Maybe we should have a safe
word or something, just in case.

- Tacos!
- Okay, that is not possible.

Once he's under, the only
thing that can pull him out

is the adrenaline from the discovery

of the short-term memory
that he's looking for.

And what if I don't find it?

If your vitals spike,
a medically induced

adrenaline shot should
do the trick. Okay?

Please close your eyes.

And count backwards from ten.

Ten... nine...

... eight... seven...

Was there a sedative in there?

I don't think it's working.

This is Tesla's house.

Coppers crashed in at midnight.

All 'cause of some damn whiskey?

_

Angus, what are you doing here?

Um... well, it's my
brain. Do I know you?

- You should be hiding. He's looking for you.
- Who?

And if he finds you, it's all over.

You won't be able to stop it.

Stop what?

The end of the world, dummy.

- How are his vitals?
- Heart rate's up.

Come on, Mac.

Get what you need and get out.

You need a drink.

And I need a cigarette.

Oh, hand-rolled. What
do I look like, a farmer?

Hi, handsome.

- Hi, handsome.
- Whoo-hoo.

- Do I know you?
- You do now.

I'm Ellen.

Oh, that is so trippy.

It is a trip. Remember? Come with me.

Where are we going?

I don't know, it's your dream.

I-I know, but I'm...
I don't know what to do.

I'm so confused. I feel so lost.

Well, figure it out, or I'll
keep dragging you around.

Tesla. I'm-I'm here
for... I'm here for Tesla.

George... I see you.

Wait, don't leave me.

How'd you get in here?

Thomas, don't be rude.

Edison, Bell.

You guys are in the photo with Tesla.

He doesn't belong here.

This is a party for scientists,

not killers.

I am a scientist.

What are you doing here?

I thought you and Tesla were

fighting over electricity patents.

Yes, but we overcame our differences

when we started working together
at DXS; a higher calling.

We're trying to save the world,

not end it.

And Tesla has the good wine.

All right, well, I need
to talk to Tesla.

- So I need to get into this...
- Uh, you don't deserve

to talk to Tesla. Move along.

Hey.

When faced with obstacles

in the dystopian nightmare
that is your subconscious,

sometimes you need a distraction

so you don't careen hopelessly down
a shame spiral to oblivion.

What is he doing?

Heat causes the glass
and the air inside the bottle

to expand, allowing
the cork to be removed.

Impressive.

Excellent.

I must try that sometime.

Mr. Tesla will see you now.

Tesla, I really need...

Donnie?

Ah. You remember
your old friend Donald.

As you know, DMT can bring
up all kinds of memories,

including your ninth grade bully.

That was fun. What's next?

That's the amygdala. Long-term memory.

- We need short-term.
- What exactly are the odds

his own adrenaline wakes
him up when he finds it?

Low.

- How low?
- This is a DARPA experimental process.

Science here is not an exact science.

Right. It's not

a cryptokey.

But this date must mean something.

Here, check this out.

Tesla wrote, "I loved that pigeon

as a man loves a woman,
and she loved me.

As long as I had her, there
was purpose to my life".

I really hope Mac doesn't
turn out like this one day.

That's it. That's it.

Tesla's favorite pigeon died in 1922,

but he mentions her throughout
these letters dated 1937.

Everyone thought Tesla
was going bonkers, right?

But listen to this. Uh, he writes,

"Two beams of light
shot out from her eyes,

and I knew my life's
work was finished".

These mentions of the birds

are code names for
the weapon, for Shiva.

Exactly.

Here. Another letter,
dated November 9, 1937.

He describes laying her to rest.

And then he also describes
building "an aureate cage,

sheltered from the world's harsh light".

What if the location of the pigeons

is really where he hid Shiva?

11, nine, 37... see
if they're coordinates.

Trying out different combinations.

It could be

longitude 119, latitude 37,

but that's just a ranch in California.

"Aureate cage".

See if there were any
gold mines in that ranch.

Checking now.

They mined gold and iron there.

- That's the spot.
- You're not allowed back there.

Calm down, lady.

This is for employees.

It's Codex.

Time to go. They found us.

You need to get out of our way.

One of Mac's distractions would come

in very handy right about now.

Run.

Brute force comes in handy, too.

I'm so sorry.

So, so sorry.

I was so close.

Why am I at the bar?

Here. Have a martini.

Thank you.

Great. I'm in my own head
and I can't even get a drink.

You better hide. He's watching you.

Okay, you keep saying that, but who?

You know who.

Focus. You're getting
lost in your own head.

Right. Tesla.

I'm here to find Tesla.
Something about the map.

Can't breathe. I can't breathe.

It's him or the it's city.

Lasky.

You remember me.

Surprising, seeing as you let me die.

I had no choice.

I let you die so that
everyone else could live.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, but...

I'd trade places with you if I could.

I'm not buying it.

And it's too late for that, anyway.

Now my kids will grow
up without a father.

You know.

Just like you did.

I hope he finds you.

His vitals are spiking.

We can't do this much longer.

Matty to Taylor, where you at?

Uh, we're pulling up to
the ranch in Fresno County now.

The coordinates from Tesla's letters

indicate that this is the
spot he marked for Shiva.

Right. But if what Mac says is true,

and there's something
weird about that map,

it might not actually lead
us to the weapon's location.

At least that puts us on
equal terms with Codex.

We all have the same information.

The only way we are going to find

Shiva's precise location
is if Mac remembers the clue

that he found in the house.

I hope he finds you.

Where you going, Angus?

Huh?

I'm not going anywhere.

Beat it, Lasky.

I got this.

It's covered in blood.

I can't... remember why I'm here.

I can't even remember who I am.

Don't worry.

I know who you are.

Why are you so familiar?

It has been a while, Angus.

♪ The itsy-bitsy spider ♪

♪ Climbed up the water spout... ♪

Mom.

I can't believe I didn't recognize you.

Why would you?

I died 25 years ago.

You were five.

Oh, no. Don't tell me.

You think that I'm, you know...

Hmm.

File 47.

You were hoping that the whole
thing wasn't really my idea.

Why would your sweet
old mother hatch a plan

to take out a quarter of humanity?

Is it true?

You know it is.

How could you do that?

How-how could you think
that killing all those people

is the answer to saving the planet?

Why'd you send Lasky to his death?

To save everyone else.

I didn't want this planet to die.

And I was willing to do what it took

to make sure that that never happened.

Are you?

There are other ways.

The air scrubber?

It's adorable,

but too little, too late.

This is not how I wanted this to go.

You missed most of my life.

I was there.

In your head, in your blood.

I mean, you don't like onions,
and you're afraid of heights.

That's me.

Dad's gone.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

I've never felt so lost, ever.

It's like the string

that was holding me
to the ground snapped,

and now I'm just floating away.

Here? Or-or in reality?

Both.

I really need you right now.

Please, t-tell me what I have to do.

You know I love you,

and I always will?

Then you're ready.

For what?

Him.

Mom! Mom!

His fear centers are lit up.
Vitals are off the charts.

We need to shut this down.

Mac wouldn't want
you to shut this down.

Not before he gets what he needs.

- You don't know that.
- That's what he wanted, Bozer.

Don't talk about Mac in the past tense.

Okay.

Codex is digging a quarter mile west

of the coordinates.

Hopefully, Mac was
right about the cipher,

and they're in the wrong spot.

Only one way to find out.

We'll take the back entrance.

We need to get that weapon
before Codex does.

And we can't wait for Mac. Come on.

Who let the Boy Scout in?

No more distractions.

I need to talk to Tesla about the map.

Gonna have to go through me first.

You're not a threat.

You're just a synapse misfire.

Let Codex have the weapon.

Then nature can take its course.

You can be a hero and save the world.

Well... most of it.

Without our humanity, it's not worth it.

You know Codex is right.

No.

It's the rational, logical,

moral thing to do.

- No.
- If you didn't believe,

deep down in your core,

I wouldn't be standing
here talking to you.

You're not me.

I'm not you. I'm not you!

Tesla.

You're taking too long, Angus.

Your friends need you.

We've been here before.

I think we're lost. Ow! Bugger!

We need more light.

Kerosene's dry on that one, too.

This is when we need Mac.

Or just what he's taught us.

Mac told me

he was going to use iron
for his carbon scrubber.

But he decided it against it.

Because iron...

is flammable.

Well done.

Something about your map.

I saw it. But why can't I remember?

Your mind is cluttered.

I know what that's like.

I don't understand. I
got rid of everyone, so

why am I still so lost?

You're not lost. Slow down.

Sometimes you think you're
going in one direction,

but really,

you're going in another.

The compass was the clue.

But it's wrong.

West is east.

And east is west.

Wakey-wakey.

You're lucky.

I was about to Pulp Fiction ya.

Hang on.

Guys, I know where the weapon is.

Mac! Mac, you're awake!

What's the location?

So, the map,

it said that you had to hike a
quarter mile west from the "X".

But the compass on the
ceiling was flipped.

So it's actually to hike
a quarter mile east.

- West is east.
- East.

East, got it.

There, that door.

The weapon must be in here.

So how we do get it out of here?

I have an idea.

This thing weighs a ton.

Almost... there!

Magnetic fields?

No. Magnetic bursts.

Taylor to Matty. We have the device.

- But Codex are blocking our path.
- Easy now!

Keep pushing that cart forward,

and we'll get out of here in one piece.

You sure you want to fire a
gun off in an abandoned mine?

We can wait.

We've got snacks.

- I hate her.
- Time for a new plan.

- Which is?
- I don't know, but we need one.

- I got one: retreat!
- Right.

Damn it.

Let's go.

Slowly.

This could be a trap.

They're catching up!

Are those Codex agents

wearing Kevlar vests, by any chance?

Yeah. Why?

Okay, good. I have an idea,
but you need to get some space

between you and them.

Yes, we're working on it!

Help me push the cart against the door.

Desi, open Tesla's trunk.

Russ!

Mac? There's something
else in the trunk.

- It looks like some sort of hand crank.
- Great.

That should be a power source.
I think it's a generator.

Well, it looks broken, because
the wires are crumbling.

All right, well, we
need to get it working.

- Why?
- 'Cause you're gonna use it.

Russ!

- We can't hold them much longer!
- What now, Mac?

All right, you need wire.

Uh... Look for a telegraph
wire or a mining phone.

Even Tesla had to stand
on the shoulders of giants.

And in this case, it was
the great Michael Faraday...

- Hurry! Power that thing!
- I'm working on it!

... who discovered that moving
a wire in a magnetic field

produces electricity.

- Mac, It's working!
- Good. Let them through,

and let her rip.

Out of the way!

Desi, report.

Desi? Say something, please.

We're okay.

What happened?

The metal strike plates

in the Kevlar vests were
made with conducting metals.

Which is why Tesla's electromagnet

was able to toss them around

like rag dolls.

She's gone.

All right, then.

Let's pack this up and
get the hell out of here.

What do they want with this thing?

I'm not sure, but it's
capable of producing

a powerful magnetic burst, so,

it might be a weapon designed to

disable other weapons.

Well...

it's here for you to dissect,

whenever you're feeling up to it.

What a hangover.

Even my headache has a headache.

I'd hate to get lost inside the mind

of Angus MacGyver.

Yeah. Me, too.

What was it like in there?

♪ The itsy-bitsy spider... ♪

You should be hiding.
He's looking for you.

You okay?

Yeah. It was fine.

It was like a... surreal
dream, that's all.

Smells good.

I'm making soup.

Hey, Mac?

Hmm?

Did you want to talk about anything?

What do you mean?

You seem different.

I'm just tired.

Okay.

I got you something.

I am not the only one
that talks in my sleep.

Hey, Mac...

You're not lost.

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