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103 miles off the coast of Florida,

there's an island that'll always hold

- a special place in my heart.
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Now, everyone loves the landscape,

the food, the music.

But what I love most are the people.

The Cubans learned how to
make do with what they had.

And maybe that simplicity of life

is why everybody seems so happy here...

Well, almost everybody.

You keep punching on the kid,
I'm gonna get jealous over here.

Where's the love?

And you swing like a little girl.

Oh! Yeah, that was more manly.

Mira!

Why are you looking for this man, huh?

He's dating my sister.

Oh!

Oh, my cousin?

Oh...

Mi madre?

Okay. Okay, papa.

Since you don't seem
to know nothing, huh,

perhaps I go back to your friend...

What's so funny, huh?

Jack!

What's so funny, huh?

You know, you could've
hit him with your fist.

I know, but a headbutt sends a
much clearer message. Besides,

I was only taking all those punches

to give your big,
swollen brain enough time

to figure this out.

- Which I did.
- You're welcome.

Yeah, well, it took you long enough.

Next time, you make a
blade out of a button.

Maybe I will.

Hey. Hey, cowboy.

Wakey-wakey.

Oy! My turn, sweetheart.

Listen up, now.

This lunatic tried to kill
us, so we locked him up.

So he sent another lunatic
to trash our headquarters

and stab our friend. You listening?

And then just when we
thought we were done with this

wannabe super-villain,

he eats half of Paradise
Lost to fake his own death

and escape from supermax.

So, as you can imagine,

we'd like to have a little
word with him about that.

Hey.

We know Murdoc was here. Where is he?

Buenas dias!

You Miguel?

Hey, where you going?

We just want to have a little chat.

Hey! Hey!

Now what?

- This, right here.
- Oh, come on, man.

What are we supposed to do with this?

Well, as long as it runs, right?

Get it going.

Be honest.

This is what your heaven
looks like, isn't it?

This is Cuba, Jack.
Everything's improvised.

Whoo!

Yes. Say your prayers, Jack's driving.

Mueve tu trasero!

Move! Out of the way! Move!

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Hey!

Jack! Hit the brakes!

What?

I said, hit the brakes!

Brakes?

What brakes?!

Ah, crap!

This is gonna hurt!

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Are you sure this is necessary, Bozer?

You did two weeks of rehab,
your stitches are healed.

I watched you walk down the hallway

to get into this wheelchair.

Hospital rules, Riley. Sorry.

Ooh, sorry about that.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Okay...
- How clumsy of me.

- Sorry.
- Okay, okay.

- I'm getting up, all right?
- Okay.

- Finally.
- Oh...

- Look who's better already.
- Hi.

Yeah. It'll take more than

a knife-wielding psychopath to stop me.

I mean, not much more, but...

- How was Cuba?
- Mm...

No bueno.

I mean, our intel was half-right.

Miguel did help Murdoc
get into the country,

but he was just picking
up some cash he had hidden,

and then he disappeared again.

Minor setback aside,

I did get to, uh,
Evel Knievel a seawall,

which was nice, and pick
up a box of these bad boys.

What do you say, hero... cigar?

Uh, thanks, Jack, but the
last time I smoked a cigar,

I nearly threw up.

- I'm good.
- Thank you.

I knew I should have
asked the girl first.

Oh, you're gonna end up back
in that wheelchair, bubba.

Mac,

is that the watch?

- Yep.
- "The watch"?

That watch changed Mac's life.

It's the reason he fell in love

with building stuff.

It was his father's.

My first real memory
of my dad, actually,

was him popping this thing open.

He used to explain
all the little parts...

The cogs, the springs, the gears...

They all come together
to make something greater.

- He didn't keister that thing, did he?
- Jack...

- That was a movie.
- That was a good question.

- No, it wasn't.
- Anyways,

with this watch, my dad taught me that,

with the right parts,
you could make anything.

Even time.

And it was about the only thing
he took with him when he left.

So you found his watch, but not him?

Well, we-we tracked him
from his last known location

to a hostel in Barcelona,
then to a crash-pad in Kiev,

which led to a cabin in Patagonia...

- Which is where we found this.
- Yeah, and then

that's when Matty called us back in

to deal with this pain
in our ass, Murdoc.

Your dad loved that
watch. It's hard to imagine

him leaving it behind.

Yeah, I know.

When we just weren't
talking, that was one thing.

But now...

I mean, not knowing where he is, it's...

Yeah. My dad's not winning any

"Father of the Yea" awards either.

But if he just disappeared, you
think something happened to him?

I don't know. That's
the worst part of it.

It always has been.

When I was a kid, I used
to wish I would find out

that he up and left, started
a new family somewhere,

so at least I'd have an answer.

But now...

all I have are questions.

Jack, turn the car
around. Matty needs us.

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I know that everything we
do here is highly classified,

but what we're about to discuss
does not leave this room. Clear?

But-but isn't that what
"highly classified" means?

- Jack...
- Okay, if we say yes,

will you tell us who she is?

Samantha Cage, CIA.

The accent says otherwise.

I was SAS 4-Squadron before
the CIA offered me a job.

4-Squadron?

That's the covert ops unit of
Australian Intelligence, yeah?

- That's right.
- I'm impressed.

You don't even know what that is, Bozer.

True. But it sounds secret agent-y.

Agent Cage's specialty
is intel extraction.

What Riley can do to a computer,
she can do to a suspect...

- Hack their hard drive.
- Oh, that's adorable.

But yours truly is already well-trained

at interrogating hostiles.

If I need info out of
somebody who's being stubborn,

I can usually just rearrange their face.

Oh, that's adorable,

but, you see, I prefer
methods that actually work.

Such as?

Let's just say I can be your best friend

or your worst nightmare.

Ooh.

So why are you here?

Hey, the last time Matty introduced us

to a new face in the Phoenix,
I wound up with 20 stitches.

What's this about?

Two years ago, I sent a SEAL team

on a classified mission
to the Middle East.

Mission went sideways,
team was ambushed.

Everyone got out, except one...

Lieutenant J.G. Samuel Diaz's
transport was hit by an RPG.

His body was never found.

He was considered K.I.A.,

until now.

Ten days ago, Diaz's
parents were contacted

by a small terrorist cell
claiming that their son

is still alive, and demanding
$5 million for his release.

So, they had him for two years,

and they're just now asking for ransom?

My superiors had the
same question: why now?

I think they've been moving
Diaz from one spider hole

to another to keep us from finding him.

When the search died down, they
decided they want to cash in.

Maybe. But every agency in the Five Eyes

has looked into this.

Not one could find proof of life.

The official position
of the U.S. government

is that this is a hoax.

A terror cell looking to
capitalize off of a dead SEAL.

But if they're wrong,
then Diaz is still alive,

and no one's coming to save him.

Nobody but us, right?

When the CIA denied my official request

to lead a rescue mission,

I followed a few leads on my own,

came up empty, and then
decided to call an old friend.

Even if this is a hoax,

I need to see it through
for Diaz's parents.

They're so desperate for answers,

they've set up an online funding page,

hoping to raise the $5 million.

losing a child.

Samuel needs our help now,

all of our help,

- to bring him home safely.
- I want us to run

the rescue mission that
our government won't.

Okay? But since this has already been
refused through official channels...

It's gonna have to be way off the books.

And you can't order us to help, so...

So we all need to volunteer.

Look, I...

I know you guys just met me,

and I'm aware that this is a lot to ask,

but I wouldn't be here if
I had anywhere else to turn.

I hate asking for money...

but this is our son.

And no matter what,

I will never give up on my son.

I'm in.

Leave no man behind.

Yeah, I'm down.

All right. I'm in.

Yeah. Let's bring this guy home.

Agent Cage,

looks like you got yourself a team.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hooyah.

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We're flying over Egypt.

Jack hates Egypt.

We had a...

thing in Cairo, and he's
clearly still working on it.

Sounds like a story I should hear.

No, no, sorry. No.

We don't talk about Cairo.

He knows that.

We never talk about Cairo,

especially not when we're flying

directly over Cairo. Just shut up.

- You shut up.
- I'll get it out of you eventually.

People always tell me
what I want to know.

Yeah, well, pack a sack
lunch there, sweetheart.

It's gonna take you a while.

Listen.

Hey, you know what, when we get back,

we're gonna have to talk
to Matty about designating

that area a "no fly" zone.

- What, the whole country?
- Sure, why not?

Tell you what, throw in
the border countries, too,

just to... be safe.

So, whose watch is that?

Old watch, new band,
and every time you want

to know the time, you're
checking your phone.

Matty's right. You're good.

Hey. As long as we're playing
20 questions there, missy,

you sure are going through

a lot of trouble to
find a missing Navy SEAL.

And there's not even
proof he's even alive.

I'm yet to hear a question buried

- in all that innuendo, Jack.
- Oh, I think you know

- what the question is.
- He's working his way up

to asking if you and Diaz were together.

So just because I want to save a man

means I must have
been sleeping with him.

I don't fish in the company pond.

I never get into
relationships with men...

or women who I work with.

Ever.

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Ah. This is as far as he'll take us.

That's fine by me...
This hay smells like

the south end of a northbound mule.

Plus, I'm getting eaten alive down here.

I forgot how much I hate the
creepy-crawlies in Turkey.

We almost got stabbed, and
that's what you're worried about?

I didn't say I was worried.
Dude, you're wearing a purse.

Guys, let's move... we got
to find another vehicle fast.

Okay,

Mac, Jack and Cage are past
the first military checkpoint,

but they're still 30 miles

from where the terror group is holed up.

So?

So, now we provide overwatch

- until they get there.
- No, I mean,

so, what did you find out about Cage?

Don't act like you
didn't do some digging.

Digging into her was like trying
to dig up concrete with a spork.

She was SAS.

She does work for the CIA.

But everything else was TS/SCI.

Sensitive Compartmented Information.

Above Top Secret.

Yay!

More walking.

So, uh, what's the story, Ms. Cage?

If you and this Diaz
kid weren't dating...

Which you've made abundantly clear...

Then, uh, why are you doing all this?

Diaz was part of the first SEAL team

the CIA paired me with. 2013.

He could tell I was new to the sandbox,

and he had my back... He
saved my life more times

than my ego would like to admit.

Yeah.

Samantha, you do realize
that there's a chance

that this ransom is a hoax?

- Two years is a very...
- Yeah, it's a very long time.

But either way, his
parents will get the truth,

and I'll get a chance

to find the bastards trying
to profit off his death,

and break their bones.

So, what's this look like?

You know what, I think
I actually can fix this.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Looks kind of beyond repair.

Unless you got some bubble
gum and a paper clip.

- Right, Mac?
- Or an M-134.

What?

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Yeah!

Nice!

Where did you learn that?

The Army?

A 12-year-old kid in Havana.

Uh-oh.

We got company, y'all.

Jack, give me your gun.

- Huh?
- Give me your gun.

Give me your gun. Get down.

Ow!

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Quick, let's go before

they realize I speak in an accent.

That was one badass Jedi
mind trick there, lady.

Nice work.

Drive!

Hey, Matty, we got eyes

on the compound that Riley
tracked the terrorists to.

Yeah, it's a two-story building
with bars on every window,

and what looks like heavy-gauge
locks on every lower-level door.

All the security
upgrades you'd want if you

were holding a high-value
American hostage.

So, how are we supposed to get in there?

Yeah, and how are we getting
in without them hearing?

Breaching any of the windows and doors

is gonna make a lot of noise.

I think I know how we're
gonna do this. Follow me.

I need you two to grab

the back of the pole so
that you can anchor me.

- Anchor you for what?
- I wouldn't ask that. Trust me.

I've learned just to have blind faith.

Maybe you should shut
your eyes... that'll help.

Ah.

All right.

All right, so, you guys are gonna walk

the end of the pole
away from the building,

put as much pressure on it as you can,

then run straight towards
the building, pushing up.

I'm gonna feel a whole lot
more comfortable if I understood

- what we're actually doing, you know?
- Oh, uh, you guys

are gonna help me overcome
Earth's gravitational pull.

So three forces to consider.

Obviously, gravity,
second one's friction...

Never mind. Let's just do this. Come on.

- Here good?
- Mm-hmm.

- Jack, you ready?
- Yeah.

Three, two, one.

Let's clear the place.

Clear.

Yeah, we're clear down here.

Hands in the air!

Well...

they definitely got the
"don't move" part down.

And I think I know why.

Two shots, center mass.
Each and every one.

- Look at that.
- They couldn't even get a shot off.

Whoever did this was fast.

Could've been three or four killers

the way they got the jump on 'em.

But hey, hey, hey.

What's missing?

- Shell casings.
- Yeah, they picked them up.

We're not dealing
with rookies here, Mac.

These guys are pros.

Yeah, but which pros?

Foreign agents or a
rival terrorist cell?

Hey.

There's a room behind here.

Diaz?

Well, someone was here,

but we can't be sure who.

Yeah, we can.

You sure about that?

331 was Diaz's BUD/S class.

- He was here.
- So now a new group of bad guys

has our good guy, and we have
no idea where they're taking him.

Or what they plan on doing with him.

So Diaz is alive, but the
bad guys who had him are dead?

Then who has him now?

Worse guys.

How'd they even know where Diaz was?

It doesn't matter. What
matters is we find him.

Not that you guys can see,

but from where I'm sitting, they
left some big cyber footprints.

Mac's phone just did a digital handshake

with a Wi-Fi router.

And that same router

just shook hands with four burner phones

just over 23 hours ago.

Well, can you trace
those phones and find out

where they are now?

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It's a fortress.

It's probably got a
moat and a drawbridge.

Look at that thing, man.

Actually, it's a hisar.

It's one of the castles
built by the sultans

of the Ottoman Empire between 1299

- and 1453 A.D.
- Great.

Did you just mansplain to him?

It's not mansplaining if it's
man to man... it's just...

'splaining.

And don't worry, he's gonna do

the same thing to you, trust me.

Not if he wants to keep all his fingers.

Well, I'm not trying to...

- I just know a lot of stuff.
- Okay, so,

Jack might be wrong historically,

but he's right tactically.

Whatever this place used
to be, it's a fortress now.

Well, I think you mean

- a "hizzar."
- Hisar. And if we had proof

Diaz was alive in there, we
could call for reinforcements.

So we just need eyes on the inside.

Look.

- Ah, no, no, stay.
- Mac, what are...

No, no, just let him be weird.

Trust me.

Okay, here. Jack, I need a cell phone.

He needs a cell phone. Let's go.

I'm not getting this back, am I?

Here you go.

Now, we just need to get it
into one of those windows.

I can do that.

Uh, guys, guys. Guys! Guys!

I played, uh, soccer
from the time I was four

all the way through college.

Yeah? Yeah? And I was the kicker

for my middle school
football team, okay?

I once had six field goals in one game.

- That's a division record.
- Sweet.

You did say middle
school, though, right?

- Hey. Lady...
- Hey, you're drawing attention...

"Lady"? Settle this like adults, okay?

Okay, fine.

Not exactly what I had in mind.

Give me that thing.

- You know what, Jack?
- No, no, just one more.

- This is serious.
- My turn, Beckham.

Be my guest.

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Okay, Riley, let's see if this
video is good for something

aside from making me nauseous.

Hold on. I think I got something.

That's him.

Diaz.

He's alive.

What about the people

holding him... Can
you help us I.D. them?

Yeah, most of them are wearing
keffiyeh to hide their faces...

There's one.

Looks like he might
be the guy in charge.

That's the Ten of Spades.

Yeah, now is not

the best time for card tricks, Jack.

No, it's not a card trick, Riley, okay?

When they sent us to Iraq

in '04, they gave us all decks of cards

so we could memorize the
faces of high-value targets.

Iraqi Minister of Defense
was the Eight of Hearts.

Saddam was the Ace of Spades,

and that barrel of monkeys right there,

he was the Ten.

Tahir Ali al-Tikriti: Acid Ali.

A commander in the
Iraqi Republican Guard

and the last uncaptured war
criminal of Saddam's regime.

We've got everyone else in the deck,

but the Ten of Spades was never found.

If we play our cards right,
we can get him right now.

Now that we have proof of life,

I can get a SEAL team here in six hours.

I don't think we have that long.

I was able to stabilize a
little more of the video.

And I don't think our Ten of Spades

is planning on demanding ransom.

Guys, we don't have time
to wait for the SEALs.

He'll be dead in two hours.

We have to rescue Diaz now.

Before they kill him with
the whole world watching.

Riley, we need a map of this place.

A map you can get on Wikipedia.

I'm getting full schematics
of all defensive upgrades

since this hisar was built.

How come everybody knows that but me?

Okay, almost there.

Almost? Do I need to remind you

of the clock we're on right now, Riley?

No, Jack. Do I need to remind you

I'm hacking the secured
network of a foreign government

in a language I don't speak?

- No.
- But also...

I'm in.

Okay.

So we're looking at a
6,000 square foot building,

with two levels, not
including the basement.

And 13, 14, 15 rooms,

which is bad because Diaz
could be in any one of them.

There's a room

in the center of the
basement, no windows, one door.

Perfect place for a hostage.

Best way breach is gonna be to parachute

under the cover of night.

Except we don't have a parachute,
a plane, or, you know...

Don't be negative, okay? I'm
just spit-ballin', okay? Okay.

Hey, uh, Riley. My
Turkish is a little rusty.

Can you translate that text?

All right, it says,

"The foundation was repaired in 1998

using the beam and base
underpinning method."

Thank you, Bob Vila.
How does that help us?

Well, the Ottomans did
build a lot of their castles

on top of even older Roman ruins.

Does he always give a history lesson?

Yes, but that's a good thing,

- because it always leads to him saying...
- I have an idea.

- And there it is.
- Beam and base underpinning

is a method of foundation reinforcement,

used when the ground
beneath the building

is unable to bear the load.

Riley, switch the satellite

to radar imagery.

Are those...?

Tunnels.

Catacombs, technically.

The Romans built them everywhere.

So instead of going
in from above at night,

I'm going in from below right now.

The closest entry is three miles away.

What's your plan? To just
walk in and carry him out?

Oh, no. Walking would be too slow.

I'm gonna have to swim.

But I'm gonna need a big distraction

up top to cover what
I'm doing down below.

We just touched down, Bozer's en route.

Copy that.

I was able to get enough clothes

for Jack, Bozer, and
I from a local farmer.

How's it going here?

Yeah, good. I'm just
finishing up with this thing.

What is this?

It's a, uh, diver propulsion vehicle.

Well, it's my quick and
dirty version of one.

It's how I'm gonna get
through the three miles

of catacombs so quickly.

But the catacombs aren't underwater.

No, they're not, not yet.

Jack, how's it coming over there?

Oh, well, it stinks to high heaven,

but it's getting really
thick. Look at that.

Well, you're not supposed
to inhale the fumes,

"A," and "B,"

thick is good. That means it's ready.

- That looks like C4.
- Uh, it's not exactly C4,

but it's not too far off, either.

I couldn't find what
I needed laying around,

so I had to make do.

Here you go.

- And Jack...
- Don't agitate the explosive.

- Yeah, I got it.
- No. It's not shock sensitive.

I was just gonna say, "hurry."

Oh.

As in "hurry." Go. Go.

Where exactly do you want
me to put this thing again?

Equidistant.

Equi... what?

In the middle, between the two I-beams.

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

"Equidistant." Why didn't
you just say "in the middle"?

Hey, Mac, wait. Uh...

Look, I-I dig your whole
hero vibe. Really, I do.

But you and Jack have
gone above and beyond

and it really should
be me going down there.

I promised I'd get Diaz back, too.

Besides, if this breaks down,
I'm the only one who can fix it.

Okay. Your Campbell's
Chunky Boom Boom's in place.

- What's next?
- Uh, yeah, just help

me get down here with all the stuff.

We've got 30 minutes till
they live-stream Diaz's murder.

- You sure that's enough time?
- It's gonna have to be.

That shaped charge is gonna punch a hole

in the dam and it's
gonna flood the catacombs.

Then after about 20 minutes,

that pressure's gonna widen the hole.

Then the whole damn dam comes down.

And if I'm not back by then,

or if I'm wrong about any of this,

Diaz and I both drown.

See why it should be me?

- Jack.
- Yeah, it's coming.

Mac? Good luck down there.

All right, Mac.

Turn right...

Now. And in 60 feet
you'll be in position.

You're now in the corridors

right beneath the compound.

You see a tunnel
leading off to the east?

Catacomb, but, yeah.

Whatever.

137 paces

down that hall puts your
right beneath Diaz's cell.

All right.

Front entrance has
three guards, all armed.

Two on the roof, two in the courtyard.

Copy that.

Stay put and stay safe, Bozer.

We don't need anybody else

putting any more holes in you, man.

Pardon?

Hey!

Well, that didn't go as planned.

But we got their attention,
now let's keep it.

Jack and Cage have them distracted.

Mac, you're up.

137...

Okay, Mac. You're now
right beneath the room.

What are the exact dimensions again?

Ten by ten.

Hey, but Mac, how does that

help you blow a hole in
the middle of the floor?

I'm not blowing a hole in
the middle of the floor.

I'm bringing the floor to me.

Lieutenant Diaz. My name's MacGyver.

I'm with the U.S. government.

- And I'm here to save you.
- Thank you.

- Don't thank me, thank Agent Cage.
- Samantha?

She's here?

If you want to see her, I
suggest we get moving quick.

What? This is our way out?

Yeah. And you're just
gonna have to trust me.

Take those.

Okay. Package is in hand.

Yeah, copy that, Mac.

Ready for...

Mac has got the package,
and he's heading for exfil.

Hey, we're about to bail on
this party, Cage. You ready?

Oh, yeah. Cover me.

Drop them!

Get on the ground.

- On your knees.
- Man, I ain't getting on my knees.

So you're the Ten of Spades, huh?

You know, we've actually met.

- Have we?
- Yeah.

Well, not-not formally. It
was right around the time

you and your boys were invading Kuwait.

I was put on special assignment
by the U.S. government

to take you out, and I
don't mean for a cocktail.

I guess your mission was a failure, huh?

Well, combination of
bad intel, and the fact

that you're a real flake,
man. You didn't even show up.

But it's a blessing in
disguise, 'cause now,

here we are, you know, sharing
all this quality time together.

Actually,

I have to be somewhere,

so our quality time is over.

It was Mr. Bozer

in the dining room with the candlestick.

Bozer, what the hell, man?

Uh, don't you mean, thank you?

Uh, no. I mean, "What the
hell, man?" I have a plan.

A plan? What plan? You were on
your knees with your eyes closed.

I told you to stay outside.

Uh, yeah, and if I had, you'd be dead,

and then we'd be missing
the member of our crew

with the dope karaoke skills.

I just saved your life, Jack.

- Well, I guess maybe you did, didn't you?
- I did.

- Come here.
- Uh, I did, didn't I?

Ah! So Mac's not the only one
you owe a Wookie life-debt to.

No, no, no, don't-don't
talk about Wookie life-debts.

- Okay? That's real serious.
- Oh, okay.

Save it for Comic-Con, boys.

I got an exfil team standing by.

- Okay. I'll get the legs.
- Yeah.

This is it.

It's too high.

What's that sound?

That is the sound of
the dam finally breaking.

Guys, let's go. We got to hurry.

Any chance you got a rope up there?

Next best thing, bud.

Meet me halfway.

Come on!

All right.

Lieutenant Diaz is home with his family

right now, and as far as I'm concerned,

the three of you are heroes.

But...

not everybody agrees with me.

And those who don't feel that you three

broke the rules and
you need to be punished.

Oversight has informed me that I need

to officially warn you both
about your role in this mission.

An official warning? That's it?
It's just an official warning?

Dude, I got so many warnings on my

- record, I've lost count.
- Oh, man.

It'll go in your permanent file.

- So what?
- Okay.

Not sure why you'd wear this
as a badge of honor, Jack.

But, yeah, you're right.

It's a slap on the wrist for you two.

Well, yeah. What about Cage?

Unfortunately, the penalty

for Cage is more severe.

The CIA is officially discharging you,

effective immediately.

You may be brought up on charges.

Could mean jail time.

Well, I knew that was a likely outcome.

But you went anyway.

Yeah.

And I'd do it again.

So now that you're unemployed,
would you like a job?

What? Hey, whoa. Now wait a second.

That is a group decision.

Okay, we're a team, need a big
group dinner, maybe get around

- a big table, with some...
- I like it.

What do you say?

Well, a job wouldn't
mean much if I'm in jail.

Don't worry about that. I have a plan.

When do I start?

Right now.

- That really hurt, though.
- Relax.

See,

because this wasn't an official mission,

I was under no obligation
to hand over any intel

that we may have gathered

or prisoners that we may have captured.

So, whatever intel
we get from him today,

we're gonna use that as leverage.

So, you're going to
offer the CIA a trade.

They get what's in his head,
and I get all charges dropped.

Just hope he's as
valuable as we suspect.

You and I both know that
men like this have secrets.

The trick is getting it
out of 'em, and knowing you,

that shouldn't be a problem.

Good luck.

You okay?

Yeah.

Glad to be back home.

What the...?!

- Hola, Senor Boze.
- What the hell?!

You look like you could
use a shot, my dude.

Am I being punked?
Where are the cameras?

Who did this to you?
Jack did this, didn't he?

If you mean the Jackster, hells yeah.

We had the most intense road trip

while you were chilling in the ICU.

Me, J-man, and Mac...
three bros on the open road.

- Hey, what in the world...
- I learned how to make the perfect Cadillac

margarita...

- What'd you do?
- I reset him.

Millions in hardware and R&D,

and Jack turned him into a frat bro.

Looks like he's been playing
beer pong all morning.

We got a lot of
reprogramming to do. A lot.

Come on! So disappointed in you.

I think I smell alcohol
on your hard drive.

Here you go, man.

- Thanks.
- Cheers.

Miss Cage is pretty great, huh?

Really?

Mm. Well.

I mean, I think she's awesome,

but I just kind of
figured you'd be all...

"Man, that gol-durn girl's gonna be

messing up our mojo, man.

- We got to get her out."
- Okay, all right.

A: I don't sound like that, least

I hope not. But B: I don't know, man.

I like her. She's cool.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

So you're gonna get all
worked up about her messing

- with our mojo later then?
- I reserve that right.

Of course, yes.

I do think we should probably tell her

about the whole Mad Murdoc situation,

since joining our merry
little band's gonna put her

right in the crosshairs.
You know what I mean?

Agreed. Although it's not
like we have a whole lot of...

actionable intel to share.

What do you mean?

- We know he's not in Cuba.
- That...

True, but it never hurts to
have another big brain in there

cooking up ways to find him.

Let's not forget, he is
a full-blown psychopath.

And he's not the only
one we need to find.

We are gonna keep looking
for your old man, aren't we?

I guess.

Come on. What do you mean, you guess?

Seeing that video of Diaz's father

made me wonder.

Would my dad do something
like that for me?

Well, that's a wrong question.

Would you do something
like that for him?

Look, man, the truth can be complicated,

especially when it comes to family,

but that's a two-way street, bro.

Hey, maybe he gave up on
you all those years ago,

and maybe he had a very
good reason for that.

But either way,

that's no reason just
to give up on him now.

Come on.

He is your dad and...

You ain't got but one.

You've read my material.

Yeah.

Hey, Jack?

- Yeah?
- Come here.

Huh. Huh.

- Is that you?
- Yeah.

On my tenth birthday. This is...

This was taken the day my dad left.

Well, he hid it in there
for a reason. It's got to be

a clue, right?

I don't know. But I'm gonna find out.

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