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Previously on MacGyver...

Oh, man.

- Merry Christmas.
- Thanks, Jack.

- Welcome.
- Where's Mac and Cage?

I don't know where Mac is, but
I think Cage went to her place

to get everybody's gifts.

Mac?

Ho ho ho.

I'll leave you to die now.

MacGYVER: Cage?

Cage?

Which one of you is MacGyver?

Yeah, that's me.

She said she's sorry she
spoiled your Christmas party.

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I told you Cage

would pull through,
man. She's a fighter.

Yeah, she sure is.
It's a good thing, too,

'cause she's got a long,
tough rehab ahead of her.

I want Murdoc in cuffs by
the time she's out, too.

Ah, don't worry. We're gonna
make him pay, that's for sure.

But before we dive into
that obsessive search,

I think we should take a minute
to talk about our other...

obsessive search, don't you?

My dad's Christmas gift?

Why did you bring this to the hospital?

Hey, man, I know how you
are when you get upset.

Your brain needs something to chew on,

and I couldn't find a Rubik's Cube.

Besides, as far as Christmas gifts go,

that one takes the blue ribbon

for being super weird, man.

My curiosity is killing me.

Yeah, well, that makes two of us.

I mean, who sticks an old World War II

German dossier under the cedar, man?

I don't know. Everything's a puzzle

when it comes to my
father. Always has been.

Don't worry. We're
gonna figure this out.

I promise you.

Man, I'm getting hungry.

Let's order a pizza or something.

Whoa. What is that smell?

- Did you leave something on?
- It's a chemical.

Huh? Well, let's at least

open a window, get some
air in here or something.

Oh, man.

- Bozer?
- Yeah, man, it's me.

Just dropped Riley off,
so I thought we could....

No. Jack, do not touch that window!

Bozer, get away from the door now!

Dude, are you okay?

Mac, what the hell? Why can't I come in?

Because I'm pretty sure
every door and window

in this house has been wired to explode.

Explode? Come on. I think
you're freaking out a little bit.

Did you say... "explode"?

- See that patched section of drywall?
- Not really.

It's easy to miss. It's been
patched and painted to blend in.

There's another one right there.

Hey, yeah, I see it.

If that is what it is,
it looks like there's been

patchwork done all over the place.

You really think someone
snuck into your home

and rigged this entire place to explode?

No, not someone.

The Ghost.

The Ghost?

That same lunatic bomb maker

- from the sandbox?
- Yes.

The one who tried to turn
me into pizza slices in NYC?

- That one.
- I'm not a fan.

Yeah, well, he's back,
and he just turned

my entire house into one of his bombs.

_

Tap out, man. You're done.

No way, Houdini.

I'm breaking this arm.

Attention!

On your feet.

Both you idiots. Get up!

What the hell is going on in here?

Sir, I caught this boot
messing with my gear, sir.

Sir, I wasn't messing with anything.

Someone knocked his bolt
carrier off of his bunk.

I picked it up, noticed it
was lacking forward assist,

wanted to fabricate a spring to...

You trained on that rifle, son?

No, sir. No, I'm not.

Excuse me, sir.

But I am trained on that rifle

and I can assure you
that I forward assist

my own bolt carrier just fine, sir.

Even if I didn't,

even if there was a
problem, which there's not,

I don't see how he's
gonna do anything about it.

He's no sniper, sir.

Don't need to be a sniper to
understand basic engineering.

- Basic what?
- Shut up.

Both of you. If it were up to me,

I'd ship you both out.

Make you somebody else's problem.

But orders are orders.

Sergeant Jack Dalton,

meet Specialist Angus MacGyver.

Your new EOD tech.

What? Dalton's your new overwatch.

You can't be serious.

Find a way to work together...

or I'll find a way to get rid of you.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

"Angus MacGyver"?

What kind of name is that?

Sounds like a new burger at
Carl's Jr., don't it, boys?

Pretty embarrassing.

A guy named after a hamburger

just pinned your ass in
front of your buddies,

- though, isn't it?
- No, man, you didn't pin anybody.

I was about to break your
skinny little arm, MacGyver.

Yeah, I've heard people talk about you.

You're supposed to be
some bomb wonder kid, huh?

I think you mean "wunderkind,"
but no, I wouldn't say that.

Considering your last training
officer just died on your watch,

I don't think I'd say that, either.

You know, I've heard
about you, too, Dalton.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, yeah. Mostly that you're

an opinionated,
loudmouth knuckle-dragger

who's only stuck with me 'cause
I'm the most junior EOD tech

and nobody's gonna work with you.

Yeah, well, thanks to this opinionated,

loudmouth knuckle-dragger,

every bomb nerd I've ever
protected has made it home

to his loved ones, so I must
be doing something right, Angus.

Let me tell you something.

I got 64 days left
until I ship back home.

64. And nothing, I mean
nothing, especially not some

scrawny, blonde-haired know-it-all

is gonna keep me from
seeing Texas again.

You hear me, slick?

Believe me, slick,

I can't wait to put you
on that plane myself.

- Good. I think we're on the same page.
- I think so.

And since we're gonna
be working together,

I think it's only fair
I lay some ground rules.

Rule number one: we don't ever,

ever touch Jack Dalton's stuff again.

You understand me?

Rule number two: we don't ever,

ever refer to ourselves
in the third person.

Who does that?

- Whatever, man.
- Look, like you said,

64 more days. Let's
just get through that,

then we don't ever have
to see each other again.

- Fine.
- Fine with me.

- Good.
- Good.

I want this entire neighborhood
blocked off and evacuated.

LAPD, you're in charge of road closures.

FBI, you're spearheading the evac.

I want a perimeter set
up around the house.

Minimum safe distance, 100 feet.

People, I nearly lost
one agent yesterday,

I am not losing two today.

Now move.

I'm gonna check traffic
cams and see if any of them

- caught The Ghost.
- Okay, good. Do it quickly.

Someone get me a radio.

Wait! Back!

Everyone needs to get back!

Bozer, what're you talking about?

- Mac set the perimeter at 100 feet.
- For people, yes.

100 feet, but until Mac knows
more about the bomb itself,

no cell phones, radios or
wireless devices of any kind

can be used within 200 feet.

Right now, anything could be a trigger.

Okay, new orders, people.

All radios, cell phones

and computers back up an
additional hundred feet.

200 foot minimum for tech.

I guess this explains why you
called us from the landline

at Mac's neighbor's house.

Mac would've called you himself,

but apparently this Ghost
guy cut our phone line,

our cable and our Ethernet...

Anything Mac could use to communicate.

First, Murdoc,

now Casper the Unfriendly Ghost.

You know, I'm starting to feel like

we're making too many psychotic enemies.

And why don't you invest

in a home security
system for this place?

Better yet, move out of the joint.

It was my grandpa's house
and the mortgage is paid off.

So what?

It's been haunted ever
since you moved in.

You know, it's no coincidence

that everyone in The
Amityville Horror died.

You know, that place
was haunted for sure.

My house is not haunted.

And statistically speaking,
coincidences are inevitable.

How about, you know what,

let's just focus on one thing at a time.

Like, uh, surviving today.

That'd be cool, wouldn't it?

Super cool.

Riley, who the hell is The Ghost?

Mac's never mentioned him.

Some psychotic bomb maker
Mac tangled with a while back.

Killed Mac's EOD mentor in Afghanistan,

tried to blow up Jack
last year and the UN.

And this guy wired my house to explode?

- Got him.
- That's The Ghost?

Did you get any shots of his vehicle?

No, he entered and exited
the neighborhood on foot.

Okay, send screengrabs of
that man to the FBI and LAPD.

Update the BOLO.

MacGYVER: And... more red wires.

All right, that's official.

That's every door and every window.

Even that secret escape
hatch I installed is rigged.

You have a secret escape
hatch in this house

and you never told me about it?

Oh, yeah, well, I did.

It's not much of a secret anymore.

So, let me get this straight.

We're stuck in here

and unless we want to shout at
Bozer through that door all day

and watch him run up and down that hill,

which is very satisfying,

there's no way to communicate
with the outside world at all?

- Not yet.
- Can you fix that?

Actually, I've been thinking
about that and I got an idea.

- Hang on a second.
- What?

How do you know that that's
not connected to the bomb?

That's what I'm checking.

All clear.

Matty, Riley,

is something going on
with Mac's porch light?

It's Morse code.

He's talking to us.

Hey, man,

- you got a pen and paper?
- Yeah.

Here you go.

This is taking too long.

We're never gonna be able to help Mac

disarm the bomb talking
one letter at a time.

Actually, Matty, Mac must
be thinking the same thing,

because his message is...

"Tell Riley photophone."

Does "photophone" mean anything to you?

No, but I think the Internet's
about to teach me something.

Okay.

A photophone is an early
telecommunications device

invented by Alexander Graham Bell.

It uses light rather
than electronic signals

to transmit sound,

just like fiber optics.

Like Mac's porch light.

Looks like Mac wants us to
build one of these photophones.

- Does it say what we need?
- Yeah.

A photoresistor,

a photodiode,

or a phototransistor.

- And those are all different things?
- I guess so.

This says what we're really
after is a light sensor.

All three of those objects contain one.

The Hendersons just
installed solar garden lights

that automatically come
on when the sun goes down.

Would one of those work?

- I think so.
- Go.

Quickly.

Riley got the message.

Oh, cool. So you think
she's gonna be able

to make your strobe light phone thingy?

It's a photophone.

- Whatever.
- And, uh, yeah.

They're pretty
straightforward. I'll show you.

Can you grab me that
boom box right there?

Hmm?

Pretty sad excuse for a boom box,

but here you go.

Thanks.

All right. Here.

Start talking. I need to test it.

- What do you want me to do?
- Just start talking.

- What do you want me to say?
- Doesn't matter.

Anything you want.

- How we doing?
- Nearly there. We're all wired up.

I'm just finishing coding
a program to convert

that flickering light into sound.

♪ My, my music hits me so hard ♪

- ♪ Makes me say "Oh, my Lord" ♪
- I don't think

- Jack knows we can hear him.
- Are you sure?

I mean, it is Jack that
we're talking about.

Riley, please tell him to shut up.

Unfortunately, I can't.

We still need to build our transmitter.

Build it quickly.

♪ Or the light switch ♪

♪ Or the windows ♪

Uh, what are you doing?

I need a light.

♪ Or the front door ♪

♪ Or the light switch ♪

♪ Or the windows ♪

Okay.

Mac? Jack?

Can you hear me?

Hey, guys. Hey.

♪ Stop! Hammer time! ♪

Keep it up, Dalton, and the only hammer

you're gonna know is the one I'm gonna

- hit you with when this is all over.
- Ah!

Hey, I can't believe it, Matty,

but it actually worked. You're
talking through the light.

Matty, it is good to hear your voice.

It's good to hear yours, too.

Now talk to me about the bomb.

What's going on in there?

Are you able to disarm it?

No clue. Setting up comms was step one.

But now that we can talk,
I'm gonna start looking

for the bomb's explosives
and detonation circuits.

Mac, please work quickly.

There are a lot of
nervous people out here,

myself included.

Don't worry, Matty.

Mac's never met a bomb
he couldn't defuse.

- Come on.
- Hey!

Wunderkind, just admit
you can't disarm it.

I absolutely can disarm it.

I just need you to stop
talking and give me a minute.

I'll give you a minute.

That don't mean I got
to stop talking. See,

this is why everyone
hates working EOD, man.

Everything has to take forever.

Well, you know what,

there is a quicker way to do this.

Really?

Yeah, it involves a loud boom

and a bunch of shrapnel in your body.

Ah, very funny.

Okay. There we go.

Yeah? Did you disarm
it? Can we move on now?

No, I just got my first
complete glimpse at it.

I need more time.

- Yeah, imagine that.
- You know what?

If you're so antsy, why don't
you just open up the hood?

I could use the light.

That won't arm the bomb?

There's no triggers in the hood latches.

There you go.

Okay, I see what I got to do now.

I just got to cut this
wire, and we'll be all good.

Yeah, yeah.

Is that the bomb humming right now?

Uh... unfortunately, yeah.

Well, what happened to "cut
this wire and we're all good"?

Do you have any more chewing gum?

Yeah... I don't see how you
chewing on a stick of gum's

gonna help our situation.

Just give it to me
and-and your sat phone.

You want gum and my sat phone?

Yes, only if you want to live.

There you go. Enjoy.

Always late, worth the wait.

Did you just disarm the
bomb with a stick of gum?

Yeah. Well, I hate to admit it,

but you are good.

Well, technically, it wasn't the gum.

It was the foil wrapper.

Huh? Is there something wrong with you?

I mean, I'm not sure I can
spend another 47 days around you.

Hey, not to, uh, break your
concentration, but shouldn't we

be looking for what Casper
the Unfriendly Ghost built

instead of you building
little doohickeys of your own?

That's exactly why I need
this particular doohickey.

So I can find what The Ghost built.

So far, all I've been able to locate

are the bomb's triggers,
so if I want to find

the bomb's logic board...

The part I got to disarm
if we want to live...

Yeah, gonna have to trace the wires

back to their source.

Now, see...

Yep. Glowing red

means that I found a
wire carrying a voltage.

And you're sure it's working right?

Sorry.

MacGYVER: That's it.

Detonator is right there.

- You sure?
- Yes.

Dark spot means no wires.
Hand me that claw hammer.

Definitely bigger than I expected.

A lot bigger.

Ay, Chihuahua.

This doesn't make any sense.

Last year, I was able to track The Ghost

by tracing the wireless signal

his hidden camera was transmitting.

- And you can't do that now?
- No.

I can't find any video feeds

being sent out, and the camera Mac found

isn't transmitting anything.

So he's not watching this time?

Mac, you need to hear this.

Yeah, no, I heard, Boze.

The Ghost's M.O. is to

watch his victims suffer.

Why would he bother putting
a camera in your house, Mac,

if it isn't transmitting?

He wanted us to know it was him.

Because he knew it would draw

our entire emergency response team here.

And why would he do something like that?

Because if they're here, then they
can't be out sweeping the city.

The other half of The Ghost's M.O.

is concealing one device with another.

The bomb that's underneath my house

is not the only one that he planted.

Are you saying there's
another bomb somewhere?

Yes, and we need to find it now.

Charlie, thanks for coming so fast.

Are you kidding me?

When I heard The Ghost was back,

I hitched a ride on a Air Force T-38.

How's Mac?

Still in one piece.

And holding up pretty well

for someone trapped in a house

that's essentially one
gigantic, terrifying bomb.

He thinks there's a second
device hidden somewhere in L.A.

So do I.

- How's the search coming?
- Slow.

We know how good The Ghost
is at hiding his devices.

But the Phoenix is working with the LAPD

and the local FBI to
search all airports,

- landmarks and strategic locations.
- Yeah, Mac gave us

some idea of what we're looking for,

but we could really use your eyes

to make sure we don't miss anything.

Port of Los Angeles, clear.

LAX, clear.

Dodger Stadium, clear.

I still need reports on
Hollywood and Highland

and the Staples Center ASAP.

H-Hey, Matty.

Do me a favor and have someone go by

and check on Bruce's house.

I'm pretty sure that Bruce Willis

isn't on The Ghost's hit list, Jack.

If I'm a bomb-flavored nut
bar hatching a terrorist plot,

taking out John McClane would
be at the top of my to-do list.

That's good to know, Jack.

How's Mac on defusing the bomb?

Hey, Mac.

Matty wants a progress report.

- Hey, dude.
- Stoichiometry...

in my head. Can't talk.

Okay, uh...

Matty, he's kind of going full-blown

Bill Nye the Science
Guy right now to talk,

which in my experience is a good thing.

Well, here's hoping.

We just cleared the
Wilshire Federal Building,

and I've got teams in
a dozen other locations.

I'll keep you posted on
what our search turns up.

All right.

Man, can we please stop
this search, please.

You've been looking all day

and haven't found one
single IED all day.

Thought that was a good thing.

Not when there's hostiles

running around all over the place

with itchy trigger fingers.

And believe you me, they do itch.

So can we please just hit
the road, Nostra-dumbass.

Yeah, we can once I'm
sure this place is clear.

Satellite imagery says that there's

lots of suspicious activity in the area.

- Everything about this place is suspicious.
- Snakebite One One,

this is Snakebite Zero Three, over.

This is Snakebite One One, over.

What's your status? Over.

I just need one more hour.

Negative on the devices, 03.

The AO appears to be clear. Over.

Good. Copy.

Return to base. Over.

Roger. Over.

You heard him, slick.

Orders are orders. Let's go.

Last time I didn't follow
my gut, someone died.

There's a bomb here, I can feel it.

And if we don't find it,

someone else will, like
another American soldier

or an innocent or a child.

Man, we've covered
every inch of this armpit

and ain't found diddly. Let's bounce!

I ain't trying to spend my last 32 days

before being discharged

in the stockade because my annoying

EOD tech would rather follow
a hunch than follow orders!

Son of a bitch!

Damn it, Dalton, just give me a second.

Did you just take out
four guys with two bullets?

Yeah, I'm trying to conserve ammo.

Now, we need to get on the same
page, kid, and I mean right now.

That is, if you want to keep breathing.

Next time you wait for
me to take my position

before you go scampering
off like that, you hear me?

I, uh, I didn't think
you were coming with me.

Thanks.

Yeah, you're welcome.

To be honest with you, I
don't think I have the patience

to break in another EOD
nerd. Man, it's a whip.

Now, hurry up.

Disarm that damn thing.

Jack, please tell me that Mac

is close to defusing that thing.

You heard her, Mac. There's kind of

a bunch of people out
there who want an ETA

on when you're gonna disarm this bomb.

Yeah, well, can't disarm
anything until I know

exactly what explosive
we're dealing with

and I haven't been able to I.D. it

using any of the usual tests, so,

I had to cook up one of my own.

- What's going on down there?
- Most explosives are

nitogren-based, so if I
can test The Ghost explosive

to see how much nitrogen it contains,

we'll know what we're...
no, no, no, no, no.

I was really hoping
that wasn't gonna happen.

Matty, we have a problem.

The Ghost really outdid
himself this time.

He synthesized cg-N.

I'm guessing that's not a cable network.

It's cubic gauche nitrogen.

It's a new type of explosive

with an energy density
of 33 kilojoules per gram,

which is three times that of HMX.

English, pal. Tell them in English.

Right.

The bomb underneath my house is built

with the most powerful
nonnuclear explosive

known to man,

which might also explain

why we haven't found that second bomb.

I'm not following you, blondie.

Uh, with an explosive this powerful,

The Ghost isn't going
to take out one target.

He's going for the
maximum number of targets

he can hit with one bomb.

So, if the second bomb is the same size

as the one under your house...

He could take out half
of downtown Los Angeles.

All units, be advised.

Search for second
device has been expanded

to now include all of downtown.

Guys, if I'm being honest,

I have no idea what we're looking for.

What does a bomb that
could level every building

- within 20 blocks look like?
- Unfortunately,

it can look like almost anything.

Back in Kabul, The Ghost was known

for fabricating hollow street curbs

and packing them full of explosives.

Street curbs? Seriously?

But if Mac is right,

we're looking for something
a lot bigger than a curb.

So don't think mailbox,
think mail truck.

Or garbage truck.

Bozer, take the next right.

You know what today isn't?

Trash day.

Yeah, and the LAPD's
pulled all municipal trucks

out of downtown.

So what's this one doing here?

The ground looks clear.

I don't see any triggers on the hopper.

Undercarriage is clear, too.

Cab, as well.

So, if this truck is hiding a bomb,

it's got to be in the back.

Which means we have a problem.

What problem?

Should we start running?

Bozer, when dealing with
bombs, just remember,

cool, calm and collected
gets us home alive.

That's what I've been
trying to tell him.

Oh, like you're not freaking out, too.

Problem is I don't know
how to work a garbage truck.

We need to get somebody down here

- who can get...
- I drove a garbage truck one summer

as research for a movie I was making.

Trash Men Vs. Zombies.

Shocked I never saw
that one in theaters.

You're a hater.

So, this one's a lot bigger than the one

Mac and Jack are
sitting on top of, right?

- Much, much bigger.
- I think it's time

for you to get on your
Hurt Locker suit, Charlie.

Device this size?

No point.

If this thing goes off,

it'll just be a waste

of a perfectly good bomb disposal suit.

Who would pay The Ghost to
build something this big?

I don't think this is a job.

When Mac stopped The Ghost

at the UN last year,
The Ghost went dark.

He went off the radar.

Maybe this is his way of getting even.

So, this whole thing is his giant,

exploding revenge?

I don't see any motion
sensors or mercury switches,

so I don't think it'll go off

if I climb inside for a closer look.

That's the good news.

If that's the good news,
what's the bad news?

I've never seen half of
these components before.

And I have no idea what they do.

We found the second bomb downtown.

Charlie is starting to disarm it now.

Unfortunately, he says
it's even bigger than yours.

Oh, come on, now, Matty.

It's not a competition, all right?

Mac, any idea how long
it's gonna take you

to disarm the one in there?

Hopefully not too long.

Yeah, but between me and you,

you know you can disarm that bad boy

way quicker than Charlie
can disarm his bomb.

Thought it wasn't a competition.

Well, no, no.

It's not. It's a team effort.

Speaking of which,
what can I do to help?

Know any good prayers?

What happened?! What'd you do?

I didn't do anything.

It just started doing
that all by itself.

Hey, Jack.

Tell Matty Charlie needs to stop!

- Stop!
- Stop!

Charlie, Mac said stop right now.

Why? What the hell is going on?

MacGYVER: The bombs, they're connected.

Two separate devices

linked by wireless receivers.

Disable one, it triggers the other.

So if I had just disarmed
the bomb underneath my house,

then I would've set
the one off downtown.

And vaporize 20 city blocks.

MacGYVER: Exactly. All right.

Well, I'll be back in touch

once I figure out how to

disarm them both at the same time.

Wait a minute, now.

Have you ever disarmed bombs

that are connected to each other before?

No.

Why does that matter?

That's not really what I want to hear.

Well, it's the truth.

If you've never done this before,

how are we supposed to
neutralize this thing?

We're gonna have to be very careful.

Will you please stop
telling me to be careful?

I am Mr. Careful.

My middle name is careful.

Your name is Mr. Jack Careful Careful?

Better than Angus,
I'll tell you that much.

Anyway, the guy who made all
these IEDs, as I was saying,

is really good at it.

So we should both be very...

Careful?

Listen, I heard you the
first ten times, kid.

I got 14 days left in this hellhole

before I go home forever.

I am made of careful.

No.

No, no, no, no.

Hey, you know that bomb
you were looking for?

MacGYVER: Yeah?

I think I just stumbled
right on top of it.

All right. Hang tight.

I'm on my way.

No, no, no.

Do not come up here, you hear me?

Stand down.

This is the moment of truth.

I'm a dead man.

Just get out of here.

Go on. Save yourself.

Hey, Mr. Careful.

Carl's Jr.?

Can't you follow one simple order?

How is the world's slowest bomb tech

gonna defuse this thing in a
minute and a half? You see that?

I know. Guess I'm just gonna
have to figure it out, aren't I?

What's the matter with you?

The only reason I'm not

running for my life

is 'cause I'm sitting
directly on top of it.

You're not. Get out of here.

Don't you know a lost
cause when you see one?

No, I don't.

One of my many character flaws.

This is how it works.

You watch my back, I watch yours.

I'm gonna need that
arm to do it, though.

Here we go.

How are you gonna defuse this thing

in less than a minute?

I don't know.

You're just gonna have to trust me.

MacGYVER: Hey, Charlie,

you have a double relay

under scoop on yours?

Yeah. I got one right here.

All right. I know what we need to do.

We're gonna have to cut
the wires simultaneously

- to sever the link.
- Right.

Once they're separated,

they won't be able
to trigger each other,

so we can disarm them individually.

- Exactly.
- Okay.

I'll count.

On three.

Just like old times.

One...

two...

- Wait, no, stop! Stop!
- What?!

Speed of light! Speed of light.

Oh, God.

I can't believe we almost just...

Unless you and Chewie are talking

about fixing the hyperdrive

on the Millennium Falcon,
you're just gonna have

to explain this whole speed of
light thing to me real quick.

Okay, so...

The bombs are communicating
via a direct wireless link.

- Mm.
- But Charlie and I

are talking through
a relay that includes

Phoenix comms and my porch light.

All those relays mean your
verbal connection is slower

than the one shared by the bombs.

So there's no way for us to cut

these two wires at the exact same time.

And if we don't sever the
wires simultaneously...

There's gonna be two real big
booms in Southern California.

How in the hell are we
supposed to cut two wires,

on opposite ends of the
city, at the same damn time?

You said motion won't
set off this bomb, right?

Right.

Matty, expand the evacuation
radius five more blocks...

We're bringing the mountain to MacGyver.

Stop right there!

Out of the way, people!

Big-ass bomb coming through!

- Watch out, watch out!
- Move!

Get out of the way!

Are these your people?

What the hell are they doing?

Trying to save lives, Commander.

Look, the bomb in that truck

and the bomb in the house
are linked, so obviously...

What? You mean the other bomb here?

Or would you rather I leave it downtown?

The only way to disarm these things

is to cut one wire

on each device

at the exact same instant.

So get out of the way

and let my people figure
out how to do just that.

Charlie, meet our boss, Matty.

She's terrifying...

- It's awesome.
- Pleasure.

Nice to meet you, Charlie.

Okay, buddy.

Good news is, that
second bomb just got here.

The bad news is...

Second bomb just got here?

Right. So... what now?

We signal Charlie-boy
through the window

and snip-snip on the
count of three or what?

Not quite.

Still too many variables,

like the amount of
time it takes my voice

to reach Charlie

or the difference in our reaction times.

Even the slightest delay in cuts

- could, uh...
- Turn your neighborhood

into a giant smoking crater?

- Yeah.
- I get it.

But I assume you're not cannibalizing

that DVD player for funsies,
so... what's the plan?

Hey, Bozer?

I need you to break into Mrs.
Schwartz's house next door

and steal her DVD player.

All right.

So... what exactly are we building?

MacGYVER: Wire cutters that snip

when a beam of light hits the photocell.

Well, that is Fonzarelli cool, no doubt.

But I'm still a little foggy

on how your light-powered super-scissors

are gonna help solve
our twin bomb problem.

Speed of light, Jack.

Speed of light.

Oh, yeah.

- I mean, I still don't get it, but...
- You will.

We just need a bunch of mirrors now,

and two prisms.

Okay, tell you what,
I'll collect the mirrors,

'cause I'm sure you got a box of prisms

just layin' around here somewhere.

Yeah, I do.

You're a weird guy, man.

I mean, I'm thankful for it, but...

you're a weirdo, for sure.

Okay, Mac.

Truck's in position. What's next?

Next, have Charlie position his
wire cutters on the truck bomb

with the photocell

facing the bedroom window

so that I have clear line of sight.

Oh, and before you do any of that,

shut off every light source out there.

So that your neighbor's garden lights

don't come on and
trigger a premature cut

followed by a giant boom?

Yeah, good call.

You,

get the power company on the phone.

I want this entire neighborhood dark

- in ten minutes.
- I can do it in two.

I just need a wet towel,
a broomstick and a ladder.

What?

You think this is the
first time Mac's asked me

to blow out the power
in the neighborhood?

Please.

And you're sure those last two mirrors

- are a hundred and...
- 125 inches?

Yeah, I got it.

And the distance
between all the mirrors,

from the laser pointer to the
photocell on the bomb is...

62 feet, eight inches.

We've measured it four times,
Mac. You want to do it again?

No. It's just, we're not
gonna get another shot at this.

Yeah.

Well, I'm all set.

We just need Bozer
to turn off all the...

lights.

Okay.

Power's out. Lights are off.

We're radio silent.

Okay, Mac.

Time to do your thing.

You know, there is a
silver lining to all this.

If it doesn't work, it'll
be over in an instant.

You know me, I ain't afraid of death,

I just don't want there to be any pain.

Could you have imagined,

when we first met back in Afghanistan,

that we were gonna be
standing on a massive IED

in my own house in Los Angeles?

Hey, I can't believe you saved me

from the massive IED I
stumbled upon in Kabul.

You remember that one?

Huh? Yeah, I feel like I've been playing

with house money ever since.

I wouldn't be here
if it weren't for you.

Well,

I'm ready. Are you?

Nobody I'd rather die with, man.

Me neither.

You're not crying on me, are you?

No, man. Deltas don't cry, dawg.

You got this.

Did it work?

Oh.

- The bombs are disconnected.
- Sweet!

Just... please, no loud noises yet.

We still have two very
powerful bombs to disarm.

It's gonna take me a while.

Right, right. We still
have to unboomify the twins.

I jumped the gun on that one, I'm sorry.

Hey, hey, you-you want a soda?

Yes.

- Just be quiet about it.
- Right.

Come on, Mac.

Yeah! Ha ha!

We did it!

Don't worry, people, Jack
Dalton's got your back!

You know me, I was never worried.

I said, "What's the
problem? Let's fix it!"

A snip-snip!

Yeah! Yeah! My man!

I'm so proud of you.

Snakebite One One,

this is Snakebite Zero Three,

you're clear to roll.

This is Snakebite One One.

Love to, but probably
shouldn't fly solo.

Still waiting on my new cover. Over.

Thought you were with Dalton.

I was.

But he finished his tour this morning

and shipped out. Over.

Copy. Let me see who you've
been assigned. Hang on.

What kind of name is "Angus"?

Jack?

In the flesh.

I thought you went home.

Well, almost did.

It's a funny thing.

There I was,

boarding my transport,

just 15 hours between
me and the great state

of Texas, and then it hits me:

that poor little bomb nerd

with the silly hamburger name

ain't gonna make it
two days in the sandbox

without me watching his back.

So I turned around,
walked off that plane

and signed up for another tour,

under the condition I'm paired with you,

of course.

And before you go gettin'

big-headed, I didn't do it for you,

I did it for my country.

I got a sneaky suspicion

you're a little too valuable
to Uncle Sam to lose just yet.

Well, thanks, man.

Here we go.

Yeah.

Here we go.

I'm having every piece

of both bombs shipped
to my lab in New York.

If there's anything

we can use to track down The Ghost...

I'll find it.

I know you will, Charlie.

And hey, thanks, man.

Hey, Charlie, thank
you, man, for everything.

- All right.
- Appreciate you.

Hey, Mac, come here for a second.

I didn't want to break
your concentration

while you were in the
middle of saving our lives

or anything, but when I
was rounding up mirrors,

I realized something.

You remember this weird gear
we found in your daddy's watch,

the one with the numbers on it?

I think I identified it.

Refresh your memory with
the numbers on the gear.

Go ahead.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Now, look at the numbers
on the tattoo on his arm.

You're right!

The last six digits match
the tattoo on his arm.

You remember what you
said about coincidences?

From a statistical perspective,
they are inevitable.

Like reuniting with your father?

I'm telling you, man,
this is no coincidence.

He's trying to send you a message.

I think he's trying to
tell you how to find him.

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