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We all have things that scare us.

What scares me most is not being
able to keep the people I love safe.

This is not good!

I had a dream I was buried once.

- How'd it end?
- I died, that's how it ended!

We're not gonna die.

Yeah, that's what Jimmy Hoffa
kept telling himself.

Who?

- Seriously?
- Well, I'm sorry

I don't know every one
of your hillbilly cousins, Jack.

Jimmy Hoffa was not a hillbilly cousin.

Never mind. Never mind.

How much longer we got, Mac?

About an hour, maybe more.

- What?!
- What?!

Hey!

Hey, hey!

Man, we conserve oxygen.

If we exert ourselves, we have
about 15 minutes, maybe less.

If that.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

I'll choose the longer option.

Next time you say, "I know
how to get away from 'em,"

let's all take a vote before you
decide to drive us into a ditch.

They ran us off the road!

You saw it. You were right there.

And second of all,
next time we're fleeing

some-some tin pot dictator

with his computer thingy that
controls his air defense system,

I'll put our escape route
to a quorum, all right?

Is that fine with you?

You're not using the word
"quorum" right.

Help me out here, Mac.

A quorum doesn't mean a vote,
Jack; it means

you have the right amount
of people present to vote.

I stand by the spirit of my words.

Anybody want to quorum our escape?

- Ugh.
- No time.

You two, in back now.

Sure, you can't be there

all the time
for the people you care about,

but when you have a chance to
help, you have a responsibility

to do whatever it takes
to ensure their safety,

to get them home.

Hey, don't let me die this way.

I'm not.

Airbags... One of my favorite things.

I know, I get excited about
some weird stuff, but come on.

Explosions that save lives?

That's pretty damn cool.

As any car owner's manual would explain,

electrical sensors near
the engine detect

rapid deceleration
and use heat to trigger

an explosion of gas,
which inflates the cushion,

which saves your life.

But what they don't tell you
is that this explosion

contains enough force,

when properly directed,
to shatter glass.

Even heavily-reinforced
bulletproof glass.

How'd you learn to do all this?

This one I learned the hard way.

Close your ears.

Oh, Mac, I could
kiss you right now, buddy.

Just knowing you want to
do it is enough, thanks.

Can we just go home now, please?

Okay.

Yeah. Absolutely.

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah. Happy Halloween, gentlemen!

Hey, Mac?

They were out of poppy seed,
so I got you onion.

- Slush molds.
- Ay!

Oh, man. If you give me a
heart attack, you know what to do, right?

- Probably not.
- What is this stuff?

I already told you. They're slush molds.

Bozer's prosthetic

- mask hobby.
- Really?

- Mm-hmm.
- Wow.

- You know, the guy's pretty good.
- Thanks, Jack!

Appreciate the props.

But there is still room to improve.

These babies are just
for practice, all right?

I'm getting ready for Penny's

- Halloween party this Saturday.
- Oh, yeah.

Jack, you're going as President Taft.

President Taft?

Come on, man. He was fat.

See myself more like
a Grant or Eisenhower type.

You know, all ex-general style.

- So you're in?
- Yeah.

You hear that, Mac?
The whole squad going.

Me, Jackie boy, my
soon-to-be girlfriend Riley.

And you.

As long as I don't have to work,

and I don't have to be Nixon.

Come on, man. What kind of work
is a think tank gonna be doing

on All Hallows' Eve?

Researching candy
consumption trends in L.A.?

I'll tell you, Peanut M&M'S and
Kit Kats tops everyone's list.

There, work done. You're coming.

Bozer's right, man.
Let's get our party on.

Again.

We've been at this all morning.

I think it's time to hit the showers.

Is that what you're gonna tell
a trained merc

when he has you cornered?

Time to take a shower?

Depends.

How bad's his funk?

That's cute.

Unfortunately,

combat isn't cute.

Being in the field isn't cute.

Getting one of your teammates
killed because you're not ready

is definitely not cute.

I know you're tough and smart,

but you're not a trained operator.

This has to be second nature,
or else it could cost lives.

Maybe even your own.

Now, again.

Better. That's all I get?

We're gonna do this until
it's perfect, not just better.

Again.

Ms. Thornton?
You have a call from the FBI.

Charlie Robinson... How do you know him?

EOD's a small world; we worked
a couple missions together.

Spent two weeks in Kabul
dismantling IEDs.

127, to be specific.

It was a company record.

Anyways, he's one of the best bomb techs

I've ever worked with.

Last I heard, he was doing bomb
analytics for the FBI at Quantico.

Still is.

I get a call from the deputy director.

Said Agent Robinson needs to see you.

Only you.

Is he okay?

FBI agents in New York found

and disabled an explosive device

in the parking garage near the U.N.

Agent Robinson was brought in
from Quantico to examine it.

He took one look, called headquarters,

requesting they find you.

I was told you're the
only other pair of eyes

he trusts to look at this device.

Charlie's one of the best. If he
needs me, then it must be serious.

Serious.

Peace talks are taking place
at the U.N. in 24 hours.

If someone's planning
to disrupt them with violence,

it could set the talks back years.

So you're wheels up
to New York in 30 minutes.

- Good to see you, Charlie.
- Hey.

California's treating
you well, huh, Mac?

I figured you'd be tan and fat by now.

- Nice to see you, Charlie.
- Yeah.

So what do we got?

They found it wedged
against a support column

in a parking garage a
half block from the U.N.

First techs on scene followed
a standard course of action,

deployed a water cannon to disable it,

X-rayed it, and when it came up
clean, they brought it here.

I was called in a few hours later.

It's crude build, sloppy technique.

Off-the-shelf components,

electric detonator, cell phone trigger.

This is nothing you haven't seen before,
Charlie. Why'd you call me in?

The explosive compound is PETN.

Pure PETN.

Made from the heart medication itself.

That would take some serious
technical skill to pull off.

Not a whole lot of people
who could do that.

I could think of only one.

He's doesn't operate in the U.S.

I know.

And maybe I'm just jumping at shadows,

but that's what I needed you here for.

So, please, take a look,

tell me I'm wrong.

A secondary device.

3-D printed polymer detonator,

invisible to X-rays.

My God, Mac, it's activated.

A Trojan horse. Get everyone
out of the building!

This is Agent Robinson! Get
everyone out of the building!

In other words, a bomb within a bomb.

One of the nastier techniques
a bomb maker can use.

Think you've disabled one bomb,
only to find another inside.

Mac!

Explosions are incredibly interesting,

when you aren't about
to be killed by one.

We measure an explosion
by a number of factors:

detonation velocity, detonation
pressure andbrisance.

That's a fancy French word
for "shatter capability."

Right now, I'm dealing with PETN,

an explosive compound
with a very high brisance,

meaning the explosion
will be big and fast,

so I have to direct
the blast somewhere else.

Let's get to cover!

That would've killed
every agent in the building.

That was the idea.

Trick the FBI into
bringing the bomb inside,

get as many agents and experts
around it as possible,

and then you know what.

So then I'm not crazy.

- You thinking what I'm thinking?
- Yeah.

The Ghost is back.

All right, this way.

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Hey, let me through!

That's my C.O.!

He's dead. I'm sorry.
There's nothing you can do.

It was The Ghost, man.

The Ghost has never
operated on American soil, Mac.

Why would he target the U.N.?

The new peace treaty means

dozens of countries laying down arms.

It means less jobs for a bomb maker

who travels the world

selling his expertise
to anyone who will pay.

The Ghost doesn't have
a cause or an ideology.

He builds bombs for money.

None of our techs have found
any concrete evidence

to support your theory, Mac,
that the UN bomb was his.

I mean, no DNA,

no fingerprints, and even if there were,

there's nothing to compare it to.

The Ghost has never been
printed or photographed.

I chased this guy through Afghanistan.

I watched him kill hundreds of people.

We never came close to the man,

but I spent a lot of time
with his bombs.

I became very familiar with his style:

the use of pure PETN,
the mixing of techniques.

Look, we don't have time to debate this.

Thornton, he's here.

I know it's him,
and I'm going to find him.

Hey, hey. If you're gonna do
something stupid, you wait for me.

We'll do it together, all right?

Mac. You're gonna want to see this.

Analysis confirmed that
this glass you found

is from a camera.

That means he was watching?

Yeah.

And look what else the techs
recovered from the Dumpster.

Pieces of a SIM card.

It was in the bomb.

He was streaming video from the camera.

We can use this to trace
the signal to his location.

Mac, all we recovered were fragments.

We don't even have
a full SIM card I.D. number.

Doesn't matter.

Have photos of these
sent to Riley Davis.

She should be on her way
from L.A. with Jack Dalton.

Mac, there's no way
anyone could piece all this...

You haven't met Riley.

This wasn't an easy one to trace.

Didn't get much to work with, but...

I always love a challenge.

GSM SIM chips have

a 15-digit serial number.

We only had three.

But I was still able to use call records

from the cell tower closest to the blast

to track The Ghost's location.

No easy task in New York,
where the buildings can reflect...

Hey, who are you talking to, Riley?

Uh... I-I thought you guys,

but apparently
I'm just talking to myself.

Take the next right.

I haven't seen you like this, Mac,

since we first met back in the sandbox.

Yeah, I heard stories about The Ghost.

Seems like every soldier I talked to

had a different take on it.

One guy said that he-he blew his jaw off

building a bomb,
that he can't even talk no more.

Yeah. I heard that one, too.

I also heard he, uh,
burned his vocal chords out,

breathing in fumes over the years.

Well, whatever's true,
guy sounds like a monster.

Yeah, well, that's the one thing
all stories got right.

All the years I've known you,

from Afghanistan to being back at home,

you never told me what happened.

What did that son of a bitch do to you?

Uh...

Uh, I'm gonna hold on
to that one for now.

Okay.

Just so you know, we're
both here for you.

I don't mean just with a
gun and a laptop, you know.

If you ever want to talk about it.

Anyway.

Jack, pull over; we're here.

You ready for this?

More than ready.

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Signal's coming from
that door on the right.

- He's a bomb maker... trip wires.
- Oh, yeah.

We need eyes on the
other side of that door.

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All clear.

He's in there; he's right there.

He's in there?

All right, move back, move back.

Guys, he's gonna get away.

Reinforced door. Come on, let's both.

It's all clear.

- He's gone.
- Jack, look.

If he was trying to
disrupt these peace talks,

he failed miserably,
I'll tell you that much.

Mac, come take a look at this.

Looks like he's been watching you

ever since you got to New York.

That smell.

What smell?

Mac, there's smoke
coming out of the keyboard.

That's normal, right, when
you open one of those things?

Smell is military-grade
plastic explosive.

Let's go, Ri.

Hey, come on. What are
you doing? Let's go.

This is his computer, right?

Could be the key to catching him.

I'm gonna download as much
of the hard drive as possible.

Mac, if I plug in, will it blow?

- No. It's not connected to the CPU.
- All right.

But, Riley, this thing
is not just rigged

to blow up the computer, it's
gonna blow up the whole room.

Let's get out of here.

Then I guess you better
stop it from doing that.

I don't want to die in Queens.

Please, don't let me die in Queens, man.

Okay, so how long we got
till that thing explodes?

Judging by the smoke,
I'd say about a minute, tops.

Jack, stop that truck.

Hey, buddy, I need you to
stop that stinky thing!

I said stop! Stop!

What? Do you got a death wish, pal?

Hey, could you not hear me?

I have the right of way.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You're-you're adding gas

to a bomb so it won't blow up?

The funny thing about
plastic explosives...

Is now the best time
for a science lesson?

Is they're partially made
from gasoline, so...

adding diesel should dissolve
the compound just enough...

Should? Wait, you're relying on should?

You did it.

Yeah.

If I'm being completely honest,

I wasn't 100% sure that
that was even gonna work.

So...

How often is he not 100% sure?

Oh, I've learned not to ask that
question. Why? Did he fix it?

- Yeah.
- Attaboy.

This is crazy.

Let me be more specific...
This dude is crazy.

He has dozens of folders
full of videos of his victims.

How many video files are there?

There's got to be hundreds.
It goes back ten years.

You think it's some kind of video resume

for potential employers?

No. I think he's just a sicko

who gets off on watching people die.

Either way, we should let
our analyst watch them all.

Any one of these could contain a clue

that could help us...

Wait a second, did you say ten years?

Yep.

Can I get in there?

What is it, Mac?

Hmm?

Uh, he, um...

I need to watch this video alone.

Are you sure about that?

Yeah, okay. Hey, everybody,
uh, let's clear out, huh?

You heard me, everybody, let's go.

Leave the room, right now, please.

Thank you.

What's the hold up, Mac?

Damn thing's broke again, Al.

All right.

Finish fixing it; I can get this one.

Whoa, just give me five minutes.

We don't have five minutes, bud.

We got bomb calls all
over the city today.

Just patch up the bot, get
it ready for our next stop.

Copy me in there?

Yeah, I copy.

I'm getting some funny feedback
over the comm in here, MacGyver.

Are you getting the
same thing out there?

Damn.

Just stepped on a pressure
plate detonator here.

I'm gonna...

have to disarm it while I'm on it.

Hey, Mac, I want to say

thanks again for, uh,

covering me the next three weeks.

It's gonna be weird going home.

But, uh... being a dad?

That's almost as scary as-as this stuff.

We're gonna name her
Annabelle, after my mom.

Can you imagine?

Me with a daughter?

I just know it's gonna
turn me into a big softie.

Don't tell anyone I said that.

All right.

This, uh, pressure plate
detonator is disabled.

Is... is that a camera?

Pena!

Hey.

You doing all right?

Annabelle.

Annabelle? Who's Annabelle?

He named his daughter Annabelle.

I didn't know that.

When he walked into the house,
his radio fritzed out.

I didn't hear any of this.

I was supposed to cover for him

so he could go see
the birth of his daughter.

- And who is this guy again?
- He was my C.O.

His name was Alfred Pena.

He was my EOD training officer.

He was the best.

Every trainee wanted
him as their teacher.

And, uh... well, he taught me

everything I know about bomb disposal.

All these years, and I didn't
know this is how it happened.

How old's his daughter now, you think?

Uh, sh...

she'd be at least five.

I never visited her or her mother.

- I... never even called.
- Hey, there's guys I have fought

and bled with, okay?

Now that we're back in
the States, we don't even talk.

Seeing each other just...
reopens old wounds,

you know what I mean?

Yeah, well...

this wound's not gonna close.

Not until I find The Ghost
and put him away.

All right. Let's make that happen.

So, looks like this guy

also kept financial
records on his laptop.

It's a tangle of shell
and holding companies.

Very confusing stuff.

Which means you probably
found something, right?

I did.

The same shell company that pays
the rent for this apartment,

they also own a warehouse in Queens.

Slow.

Stay behind me.

Okay.

I'm first in. This guy could have...

They're inside.

That's him.

Blast trauma is so severe,
it'll take a while

to get a positive I.D.

Hey, why does it smell
like bleach in here?

Acetone peroxide.

He must've been working on
a triacetone triperoxide device.

That's why the explosion
was more gas than flame.

Figured he knew you guys were on his
tail, wanted to burn the lab and split

but rushed the build.

TATP, man. It's very unstable.

No.

This guy was too good
to make a mistake like that.

TATP isn't called the Mother
of Satan for nothing, Mac.

It's taken out many a talented
bomb makers over the years.

"Mother of Satan"?

Name paints quite the picture.
What is this stuff?

It's a highly explosive substance

popular with bomb makers because
modern scanners can't detect it.

It's also notoriously risky,

because even the slightest
touch can detonate it,

- as you see here.
- I'm thinking this ghost

got bit by his own monster as
he was trying to flee New York.

And if he's dead,

that means the peace talks are safe.

Mac...

you got that look in your eye.

Faster, MacGyver.

Your unit's in danger.
Your friends are in danger.

You are in danger!

Now! Now!

And boom!

Angus MacGyver is dead.

There's no way that bomb went off!

You sure you got it right?

Yeah. The posts were right.

The wrench angle was right.
It was all right.

And yet the bomb exploded.

Guess something was wrong.

Hold on.

It wasn't a bolt fuze.

- It was detonated electrically.
- Exactly.

You were in such a hurry
to build the rope system

to remove the bolt,

because that's what you
thought the test was.

You didn't bother to step back,

see the big picture.

If you used that RF jammer,
you'd still be alive.

What's the first rule?

Identify what can kill you now
and what can kill you later.

- And what can kill you now?
- The bomb.

No!

Getting emotional about the bomb.

Remember, you have feelings
about the bomb.

The bomb doesn't
have feelings about you.

You are the best damn
student I've ever had.

You've got courage and you've got heart.

Just make sure you step back,

see things for what they really are,

not what they seem to be.

Now... just for fun,

pull the fuze out.

You got this.

I got this.

That's not The Ghost.

He had a go-bag packed and ready...

Passport, money, plane ticket.

And he had a computer over there, Mac.

It had just been wiped,
ten minutes before we got here.

This guy was ready to get out of town.

He burned down this place
to cover his tracks.

No.

That's how he works.

All of this. This is what he does.

He wanted us to believe he was fleeing,

he wanted us to believe he was
dead, so we'd call off the dogs.

He's still alive.

Whatever he was working on here,

he completed it; he blew this
place up to cover his tracks.

He's gonna try it again
at the U.N.; he's gonna kill

a lot more people,
and I'm not gonna let it happen.

- Mac...
- Neither are we. Listen. Hang on.

Stop, now. You heard what I said.

You don't get to do
anything stupid by yourself.

Are you really sure about this?

Never been more sure of
anything in my life.

Has he always been like this?

A man who trusted his gut?

Hell yeah.

Anything?

Nothing but cops, bomb techs
and nerdy-looking diplomats.

What are you thinking?

I think we haven't thought
of everything.

I think he could be
any one of these guys.

Mac, we have no photos,
no prints, no I.D., nothing.

Then we need to walk it again.

There has to be an approach
we're missing.

All right.

Can you call up a live
satellite of the area?

Yeah. Sure thing.

Okay, right there.

An NYPD mobile HQ just pulled up

on the far side of that building.

There's nothing unusual about that.

One? No. Two? Yes.

That second truck is him.

Keep your eyes on that cop.

That's him.

It's him!

Jack!

Did that just click?

Do not... move.

Get out!

Put an APB on that vehicle! Now!

Copy, ma'am!

That click you heard
was when your body weight

activated the detonator
under the pressure plate.

Am I gonna die here?

When your foot comes off...

it goes off.

Till I find out exactly
what's going on here...

you can't move.

Don't...

touch anything.

I'm gonna go look for the bomb.

I'll be right back.

- I have a confession to make.
- What?

I'm starting to freak out a little bit.

Dalton, look at me. Look at me.

I want you

to breathe, and I want you
to think of something

that's gonna make you feel calm.

- Seriously?
- Yeah, I-I'm serious.

2010, I was in this job in Peru.

So I had to Skype into my
fantasy football league draft.

I thought I was screwed
with the 12th-round pick,

but I remembered that
the last pick in the first round

is the first pick in the
second, so, boom-boom,

I get this great quarterback
wide receiver combo...

What?

If talking about your
imaginary football league

helps you stay calm, then... keep going.

But maybe just not so much
of the "boom-boom" talk?

Found the explosives.

It's, uh, enough
to take out a city block.

- Quick and painless.
- Only if I mess up.

See things for what they really are

and not what they seem to be.

No.

Wait, he never uses just one bomb.

What?

That vent... I need you
to unscrew it for me.

Slowly.

Slowly.

I knew it... A second bomb...

wired to the first one.
Disarming the pressure plate

detonates the vent bomb.

I really, really hate this guy.

Yeah, me too.

Okay.

That bolt fuze... It needs to be removed

in order to defuse the vent bomb.

But it needs to be taken out straight;

otherwise everything will explode.

Hey, it's like that old game Operation.

Yeah, Jack, just like Operation.

Except with a much bigger bang.

Which is why your shaking hand
is not touching that thing.

Hang tight, I've got a plan.

Sergeant, it's bigger than we thought.
You've got to extend this perimeter.

Go, go! Let's move
these people back! Now!

- Hey, Riley.
- Yeah?

My Shelby Cobra.

If something goes wrong and I go
boom-boom, I want you to have it.

No. No. Jack, we're not
talking like that, Jack.

Wait, did you just say Shelby Cobra?

Yeah.

Okay, Jack.

- You're gonna be my hands in there.
- All right.

I need you to wrap the tape around
the fuze, counterclockwise.

Then you're gonna take the wrench

and slide it onto the fuze.

Do not...

lift your foot off that pressure plate.

Okay.

Perfect.

Okay, I'm gonna need a little
distance to make this work.

- Huh?
- Don't worry.

I'm coming back for you.
I'm gonna get you out of this.

Hey, Mac.

Whatever happens here...

it's not your fault.

Okay?

It was never your fault.

I got this.

We go to great lengths

to keep the people we love safe.

We spend days and nights
worrying about them.

Did we do enough? Did we
teach them the right lessons?

Were we there for them
in all the right ways?

Could we have done anything
more to keep them safe?

But maybe "safe" isn't
the right way to put it.

Maybe it's better to say

we'll do what we can
to defend the ones we love.

Maybe that word
gives us a little more power.

No. No, wait, it's not safe!
I've got to cut the wire! Don't move!

Stay still.

Okay. Now you can move.

Jack!

Thanks, man.

So, I guess I don't get that sweet car?

I guess that's a big "no."

Yeah, sorry, kiddo.

You got a head like
Peyton Manning. You know that?

Man, I'm so happy
you guys don't have to work

this weekend, and the whole crew
can roll out to the party.

Yeah, after the week we just had,

we could use a night out,
don't you think?

Oh, yeah.

I can't believe I agreed to wear a mask.

Who am I going as again?

Well, I was going to give you Taft,

since Jack didn't want him.

- He was fat.
- Taft?

Why can't I get
one of the cool presidents?

All right, forget Taft.

Clearly, American history
is lost on you two.

I'll make you whichever
president you want.

Sweet. I want Morgan Freeman.

- Morgan Freeman?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, Morgan Freeman
wasn't a president, Ri.

Uh, he absolutely was the president.

In the movie where the
meteor destroyed the earth.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

It was one of my mom's
favorite movies, okay?

I have fond memories of it.

Don't hate, or I'm skipping the party.

Say no more, my Nubian
princess, all right?

I'm gonna turn you into the
sexiest Morgan Freeman ever.

Hey, uh, I got to
fit Mac for a mask, too,

and these things take a while
to pour and set and paint.

Anyone know when he's coming back?

Yeah, he'll be home soon.

He just had to take care
of a little something.

Hi there.

My name's MacGyver.

There something wrong with your doll?

Her wings broke.

Can I see?

Is that better?

I'm Annabelle.

Well, it's very nice
to meet you, Annabelle.

You know,

your father was a friend of mine.

He was

one of the bravest men I ever knew.

If you'll let me,

I'd love to tell you all about him.

Yeah?

Well...

"Defend." That's a good word.

It feels right.

If there's one thing I'm certain of,

this is a world worth defending,

filled with people worth defending.

The Ghost may have gotten away again,

but that can wait until tomorrow.

Right now...

right now is a time to heal.

Synced and corrected by johnyd13
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