All language subtitles for MacGyver s05e04_English

Did you think
about what I suggested we try?

I did.

Are you nervous?

(sighs) Just didn't think
you wanted to try that.

You act like you've
never done it before.

(sighs)
Look, if it goes wrong,
it's just really hard

to look each other in the face
the next morning.

TAYLOR (over radio):
I have weapons manifest,
but my cover's blown.

(automatic gunfire)

(grunting)

TAYLOR:
Coming in hot!

The trick is to relax.
Don't clench.

That's easy for you to say.

Is there another way out?

(gasps)

(sighs)

MacGYVER:
As you know, reinforced glass

is resilient to impact.

But creating
a temperature differential--

fire, then ice--

will create just enough stran
between the layers

that a high-velocity impact
over a small area

will be magnified.

Let's go.

So, do you want to do it?

Uh...

For the love of God,
man, just tell her

you'll meet her
bloody parents!

♪ ♪

(tires screech)

Okay, Mom, Mimi,

age 56...

Well, says she's 52.

Well, she lies about being
vegan also, apparently.

Uh, she loves horror
movies, though.

Your dad is
Danh, uh, 58.

He, um, uh...

Oh, he loves tennis
and he hates dumplings.

All they care about
is if you love me.

(chuckles):
Okay? Let's go.

Okay. Uh, Simon.

Simon's your brother,
he's 33, medical examiner.

Golden child.

He hates Jim Carrey, but
he loves Ace Ventura.
I don't get that.

What about me?
Am I your, uh, boyfriend,

guy you're dating or your lover?

First off, "lover." Ew.

Second, let's avoid labels--
it complicates things, okay?

Besides, I'm not worried
about how you fit in.

I'm worried about how I fit in.

♪ ♪

(door opens)

Is that you, baby?

Get in here.

I thought you
were burglars.

Hi.

(kisses)

It's lovely
to meet you, ma'am.

BOZER: You don't think
it's a little weird

Mac hasn't met
Desi's parents yet?

Uh, no. I-I think it's weird
you've been texting him about it

for the last hour.

I'm being
a supportive friend.

How about you be
a supportive friend

and help me with this
security upgrade?

Fair enough.

(phone rings)

Hey, Matty. How's
the science fair?

Riley, I need that
supplemental background check

you worked up
on Eli Brown.

Wow. The kid
must've nailed it.

200 geniuses from ten
different states, and Eli beat

all of them with
a '69 Chevelle

that runs on
hydrogen fuel cells.

Of course, now we have
every tech company in America

down here trying
to recruit him.

Copy that. Sending now.

That thing is
an abomination.

He's turned a 270-horsepower
V-8 American classic

into a bloody golf cart--
probably sounds like

a weasel dying
when you hit the gas.

You know, Matty,

I'm not sure about this...
recruiting civilians,

let alone a child.

MATTY:
He's not a child.

He's a genius who could
probably turn you into a cyborg

if you paid him
enough money.

Yes,

he's been expelled
from his last six schools.

He's got a complicated past--
makes him a perfect recruit

for the Phoenix.

(alarm chirps)

Phoenix Foundation.

Okay, uh, let me guess.

You guys want me to make
prosthetic wings

for injured bald eagles
at your exotic bird sanctuary.

If it helps to save
the world, then sure.

Hi. I'm Matilda Webber.

I was hoping to speak
with you or your parents.

Foster parents.

They're not here.
They travel for work.

Oh, foster mommy and
daddy not here to watch
you win first prize?

I always win.

So no big deal, right?

WOMAN:
Hey, Eli!

Come on back-- there's
someone I want you to meet.

Yeah, yeah.

Coming! Sorry. Um...

Look, I got to get back in there
to collect all my trophies,

crush other kids' dreams,
et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

You guys seem nice, but I have
no interest in saving the world.

You have bigger plans?

I'm gonna make

a billion dollars
before I turn 25.

That's cool, but...

a billion dollars doesn't
go as far as it used to.

(chuckles):
Okay.

Then I guess
I'll make $10 billion.

Start there.

Hey, maybe I'll buy
your foundation.

Help you out.

Now I like him.

Is that you and Desi
in kindergarten?

I can't remember.

All righty, then.

Mom just said
she could do the splits,

and I thought
she was joking,

and then she did the splits.

(phone chiming)

In the kitchen.

I put her in yoga twice a week
after she threw out her back.

What? When did she
throw out her back?

It's fine now.

I took care of it.

(phone vibrates)

Your brother's on
the phone a lot.

He doesn't like
me, does he?

That's a tell, right?

No, it's...

I hope you're hungry, Mac.
We like to judge

all of Desi's boyfriends
by how many spring rolls

they stuff into their face.

All of Desis
boyfriends?

Ah, so many names.

Mom! Can you just
at least let me get drunk

before you humiliate me?

MIMI:
We've been trying

to get Desi to settle down

for a while
now, but...

we've just learned...

not to get too attached.

DANH:
Our kids are just
very different.

Simon was always very studious,

honors at medical school,
doctor,

great career...

Yeah.

Yeah, it's, um,
been mentioned.

Many, many times.

Desi's more
"just go with the flow,"

but we're very proud of her
for being,

what, a security guard now?

I work in private security, Dad.

I don't chase skateboarders
around a strip mall.

Hmm?

I really hate not being able
to tell them what we do.

I have to run back
to the office for a while.

Tell Mom and Dad
to start brunch without me.

Wait. Simon.

Where...?

(door opens)

(door closes)

Where's Simon?

We can't start
without Simon!

He had to go back to the office.

And actually, we are gonna go

make a quick stop
to the market

to grab some
bánh bao bun.
You guys know

how much I love
bánh bao buns, hu?

(door opens)

(flashlight clicks)

Noticing a distinct
lack of buns.

Do you want to tell me
what's going on?

My brother's

been distant lately,
and I needed somebody
with an objective opinion

to tell me that my training
was making me paranoid.

But even you said that
he was acting weird.

I think he's in some
sort of trouble.

Well, you
could've just said that.

I really did want you
to meet my parents.

I swear.

Just two birds, one
stone, that's...

Well...

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

(muffled arguing in distance)

No excuses. You said
you would do it,

and when you didn't...

It's Simon.

I can't make out
what they're saying.

(muffled arguing continues)

MacGYVER:
When Thomas Edison invented
the microphone in 1876,

he had no idea that something
called a "power drill"

could be used in the same way
a century and a half later.

By harnessing sound waves
through a drill bit,

using a plastic plate,
you can bounce a tiny magnet

around a coil of wire to create
an electrical current,

which then feeds
into a Bluetooth speaker,

thus your very own
listening device.

That's a drill.

(whispers):
I know.

It's a morgue drill...

and you touched it.

Gross.

(sighs)

MAN (muffled):
You think this is about you?

(over speaker): We're not
going to start with you.

You screw this up,
we go visit your mom and dad.

Well, well, well.

Back for more, huh?

Well, when I see potential,
I don't give up.

Well, a lot of therapists
and foster parents

told me I had potential.

What do you bring
to the table?

Focus,

teamwork, friends, a lab--

full of people
just like you,

so you don't have to
work alone anymore.

TAYLOR:
Matty?

A word?

I'll be right...

Please?

Don't leave.
I'll be right back.

Are you serious, Russ?

I just had him.
I was talking to him.

You distracted me...

Jogger in blue.

That's the
third time.

(car door closes)

We're being watched.

Nobody knows we're here.

(tires squealing)

Unless it's not us.

Matty! In the car!

(tires screech)

(horn honks)

Hey, hey, hey, whoa!

Help!

Hey!

Help! Help!

(tires squealing)

(grunting)

Get in!

(horns honking)

Any idea who those chaps are,
why they're after you?

No clue.

(tires squeal, horn honks)

Aah! God, Desi, where...

Who was he, huh?
That guy that just left.

MacGYVER:
Simon...

we heard what he said
about your parents.

If you're in some kind of
trouble, I want to help.

Well, that's new.
Thanks, but I'm handling it.

Doesn't seem like it.

What are you
doing here, Desi?

Why do you suddenly care
about the family?

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

Let's just take a breath.

Look, I get it, okay?

Congratulations,
you're the golden child.

I don't give a crap
about that right now.

That guy, he threatened
our parents.

I'm not the golden child.
I just didn't take off like you.

I served my country.

And I took care of the family.

And you never wanted my help!

Okay, Desi?

What?!

(clears throat)
Just take a breath, both of you.

Because your parents
are in danger,

so you're gonna have
to work together.

Simon, please,
trust me when I say

that your sister
can hel.

We can help.

We can.

Okay.

In order to explain this,

I need to pull
the files,

introduce you to Mr. Lao.

All right, who's Mr. Lao?

(beeping)

(groans)

Oh.

This day, huh?

All right, tell them
to prep a safe house.

"Safe house"?

Like a spy
safe house?

What is it you guys do again?

So I hit a few
different indexes.

Ran Eli's social,
came back legit.

But it came
from a database of numbers

assigned to people in WITSEC.

Hang on.

You were in witness protection?

No.

His papers were doctored
to hide him in the system.

His foster parents, caseworkers,
none of them had a clue.

Wait, why was I
in witness protection?

We don't know yet.

All we know right now

is clearly someone
from your past

isn't finished with you.

BOZER:
That has to wait.

Cameras show an SUV
matching the description

of the guys
who grabbed Eli

pulling into
the lot right now.

TAYLOR:
How on earth did
they find us so fast?

They'd have to track
you like we do.

Have access
to traffic cameras, CCTV.

Right, well, I'll distract them.

I assume you can drive?

Let me help.

I have an idea.

Well, you seem to think
he's got what it takes.

Let's see.

♪ ♪

(grunts)

The cool thing about most cars'
auto-park feature

is that it's easily hacked.

It's only a small jump
from auto-park to auto-drive.

Your phone, please?

♪ ♪

Maybe there are two Macs,
God help us.

Well, can Mac

make a self-driving car
in under two minutes?

Definitely.

Uh, come to think of it,

yes.

How much time do I have?

Negative time, great.

Great. (exhales)

Breathe, Eli, okay?

Take a breath.

(inhales)

(both exhale)

(beeping)

Start with
the basics.

Eli... see if you can turn the
air conditioning on remotely.

Right... air conditioning.

(air conditioning whirring)

Well done.

All right. Um...

Working to kill the brakes.

Revving the engine.

(engine starts)

(chuckles)

Potential.

Focus.

Teamwork.

Now, show me what you got.

(engine revving,
tires screeching)

Thank you.

(engine revs)

(tires screeching)

Riley, I'm sending you
the plates now.

I want you to start in
the law enforcement databases.

I mean, these guys tracked us
in record time.

Who else could've accessed the
traffic camera logs so quickly?

Oh, man.

Hey, Matty,
you're right.

That car you just stole,
those guys with guns--

they're Feds.

Eli, you're being hunted
by the FBI.

SIMON:
Mr. Lao came in last week.

Postal worker.

Preliminary ruling was suicide.

But I think it's murder.

DESI:
Why would anybody want

a postal worker dead?

SIMON:
I don't know.

But...

There's no reason why a hanging
victim would have bruising

above his head
and on his back.

Or burst capillaries
around his eyes or mouth.

Maybe the cops didn't find
anything suspicious

at the scene,

but were they looking?

I mean, really looking?

All I'm saying is,
as a medical examiner,

I know every body
tells a story.

And this one--

it doesn't point
towards suicide.

So you delayed filing
the cause of death.

This guy shows up.

He's threatened me
a couple times now.

He says I have to sign off
on "suicide" or...

He knows where Mom and Dad live.

You know what, I have an idea.

Simon, you're gonna
contact the guy.

No... way.

It's too dangerous.

You don't think
I can handle myself?

Do you have combat experience?

Des, he's gonna be fine.
We'll have his back.

So, here's what
I'm thinking.

Simon contacts the guy,
says he'll I.D. the cause
of death as suicide,

but he needs a few hours
to process the paperwork.

Now, that window of
time allows us to comb

the crime scene
for the smoking gun

that we need
to put this guy away.

Does that work?

I'm in, if you are.

All right.

Let's do it.

So, what exactly would

a government tracking device
look like, in this case?

Well, Sherlock,

anything you wouldn't
normally find in an engine.

I suspect today's
provided at least

a little more excitement
than you would normally expect

from a think tank.

I thought you guys
just sat around a WeWork,

philosophizing
about world peace.

This is legit.

Maybe after I make my bank,
we will work together.

Ah.

There you are,

you little bugger.

Hey.

Matty.

There it is.

Anybody think legitimate

FBI agents would be hunting Eli,
guns drawn?

RILEY: Well, considering
the agent who signed out

that vehicle
was suspended from field work,

I'm saying they're dirty.

TAYLOR:
Right.

So, 12 years ago,
someone placed you in WITSEC.

They created
a whole new identity for you.

The only thing they
didn't falsify was...

your Social Security number
that remains

anchored to you
for your whole life.

Now, you were a... child then,

so not much use
for your Social.

Until now.

Recruiters have been pinging
that number nonstop.

It's no longer dormant.

Somebody's been waiting
a very long time

for you to surface.

RILEY:
There were a number

of FBI agents connected
to Eli's sealed WITSEC file.

The list is two pages long.

Well, we desperately need

someone connected
to the original case

to tell us how Eli wound up
in witness protection, but...

every last one of those names
could be dirty, for all we know.

BOZER:
There is one name from the case

that's no longer
with the agency,

so, in theory,
we know we can trust him.

Elliot Mason.

Oh, no.

Mason's not gonna help us
with this.

And even if he were in
a particularly magnanimous mood,

we don't have the slightest clue
where to find him.

Actually,

I might.

(creaking)

Hello, Mason.

Hands!

Let me see your hands.

Well, it took you
long enough.

That ridiculous
cell phone trace of yours

was screwing up
my reception.

If you knew that we were
tracing your cell phone,

why didn't you
ditch your device?

'Cause I thought
it'd be beneficial to all of us

if we met one last time

so that I could tell you
to your face.

My son is dead.

MacGyver's father is dead.

I have no interest
in coming after you.

In fact, I have no interest
in you whatsoever.

I have a few
beautiful chapters left

in an otherwise
very simple life.

So, thank you.

Now,

get out.

Well, even if you have
a simple life,

you have a very
complicated past.

♪ ♪

Xiang.

(grunting)

(groans)

I'll never get over
that eerie feeling

of being inside
a murder victim's home.

They always smell like
iodine from Forensics.

Smell stays with you.

You visit a lot of murder scenes

in the world
of private security?

Look at
all these friends.

Who would have
had a motive

for killing Mr. Lao?

Maybe he saw something
on his mail route

he wasn't supposed to see.

Or maybe he had
some gambling debts.

DESI:
Or maybe it was
something more personal.

This Vietnamese market.

Mom and Dad used
to shop there all the time.

SIMON:
They still do.

Who do you think
takes 'em every Sunday?

You've got that look.

Well, take a look
at these photos.

They're not
just casual shots

of food and random people.

DESI:
They're with all the owners
of the stalls.

Like Mr. Lao had a personal
relationship with them.

There's a shell corporation
that connects Mr. Lao

to the license
of the Vietnamese market.

But we're not sure
what that means yet, and...

(beeping)

Oh, you will
not believe this.

Mr. Lao wasn't just a mailman.

On paper,
he was a multimillionaire.

All the land that
Vietnamese market sits on,

Benjamin Charles Lao
inherited it 30 years ago.

And he never sold it.

He probably wanted

to preserve it
for the community.

He had offers.

Over a dozen
real estate firms

bidding on that property
over the years.

Who made the last offer?

Port Madison Inc.

Some real estate firm

out of Sacramento.

(beeping)

Whoa.

There's all kinds of

lawsuits and criminal
investigations around them.

A massive land deal
they can buy up at auction.

Sounds like a
motive to me.

DESI:
But how does that help?

We still need physical evidence
of the killer,

and this whole place
has been scrubbed down

to make it look
like a suicide.

Unless...

Oxygenated bleach?

No way.

Check for a laundry room.

I'll check the kitchen.

♪ ♪

(scoffs)

Did you hear that little dig
he tried to get in earlier?

You know, I brought you
to meet my family

so I could have
a little emotional backup.

I thought you brought me here
for my objective opinion.

I lied.

Well, you're gonna
get it anyways.

And you're not gonna like it.

I would be more
a part of their lives

if I could just share mine.

It's not the job
that's getting in the way

of you being a part
of their lives.

Found it.

(exhales)
Perfect.

You two nerds want
to fill me in?

Oxygenated bleach is

the only kind
that actually removes

blood stains
completely.

But it also stains

certain types of fabric
and wood.

Mr. Lao didn't have any wounds
that would bleed.

So the blood that was cleaned up
must have come from the killer,

which means
there was a struggle.

Yes. So his DNA
is around here somewhere.

We just got to find it.

I've known you since
you were five years old.

But before I get started,

there's something
I must tell you.

Your parents,

your real mother and father,
are no longer with us.

I'm sorry. They passed.

Tell me about them.

They were
Chinese nationals

living here in
the United States.

They had connections to the
Chinese Defense Ministry.

Were they smart?

They were, yes.
They were brilliant.

They were kind.
They were generous.

I would even call them heroes.

They loved you.

My partner Joshua and I were
counterintelligence to the FBI.

Parents secretly came to
us with intel regarding

a Chinese mole
in the Bureau.

In exchange for that intel,
they wanted to defect.

Instead, we convinced
them to work for us.

My parents were spies?

Yeah.

And I regret it.

Because if they defected,
they'd be alive today.

But we needed their
help. We had a mole,

but we didn't know who.

Your parents were collecting
encrypted communication

between themselves
and the mole.

I think they
discovered the mole,

but the mole
discovered them.

They could have
called me or Joshua,

but they didn't trust
anybody in the Bureau.

So they picked you
up, and they bolted.

They hid out for three days.
By the time I got to them,

they were on the run again.

When I finally found them...

...it was too late.
(sighs)

I tried to save
them, but...

But the mole killed them.

MASON:
Yeah.

I put you in WITSEC.

I buried your identity.

I altered your file so
that no one in the Bureau,

not even the traitor,
could find you.

I even lost
touch with you.

Then again, we never
found the mole, either.

But if anybody's looking
for you, it's got to be him,

and he'd be pretty high
up in the Bureau by now.

You saved my life.

MATTY:
What does the mole
want with Eli,

Mason? I mean,
what are they after?

There's one loose end.

The encrypted
communication between

his parents and that mole.

It's on a burner phone.

Would expose his identity,
his entire network.

We never found it.

He was on the run with
his folks for three days.

Hiding out. They
would have kept

that phone as collateral.

They would have
stashed it someplace.

So, the mole thinks
Eli might remember where.

I was five.
How am I supposed

to remember where
my parents stashed a phone?

We have to find that phone,

or these people will
never stop hunting you.

In psyops,
we learn that memories

are deeply linked
to the amygdala,

the physical senses--
sight, taste, smell.

Recreating those
senses can...

You can get even
deeper memories.

If we take Eli

back to the location where
his parents were murdered...

Then you can walk him backwards
and help him remember where

his parents might have
hidden that phone.

That might work.

I'll draw you a map.

No, Mason.

We can't solve this

without you. I mean,
nobody knows this case

better than you.

I told you, I'm done.

You owe us.

You burned our servers.

You killed Charlie.

In payback for
the death of my son.

And then I saved MacGyver,

so in my book, you owe me.

Think of your son.

He's dead. I never stop
thinking about him.

Then do you think your son would
have wanted you to help Eli?

(hits table)

Russ.

Russ.

Here! This table
was bumped to the right.

The indentations in the rug
are a couple inches off.

Yeah.

This chair has an indentation
in the rug slightly to my right,

and this table,
slightly to my left.

Okay, so...

Simon, can you stand right here?

Desi,

you're the killer.

So, killer enters the room,

immediately grabs Mr. Lao,
pushing him back into the table.

It knocks it back a little bit.

Now Mr. Lao fights back,
grabs the killer,

pushing him back through
the table and the chair.

Now, where do they go?

Here.

Aha. Their momentum carries them
back into the mantle.

(sighs)
Then they fall, but where?

Didn't you say that

Lao had, uh, bruising
above his hairline?

Mm-hmm.

They bounce off,
stumble backwards.

Lao hits his head
on the leg of that table.

Based on the angle
of descent,

the killer would have fallen...

into the vent.

Many HVAC systems

use an electrostatic charge
as a filter

to pull out fine particles
from the air of your home.

All sorts of materials interact

with this sort of charge:
water,

metals and, as we all know

from winter days...

(sighs)
Hair.

Red hair.

That's what I call
a smoking gun.

(grunting)

Go.

Quick, Des, get their plates.

(tires squealing)

What kind of think tank
teaches you that?

Sedan's registered
to Port Madison Inc.

They found you.

Simon, go to the police.

Tell 'em what we found--
the blood, the hair.

Mac and I will go get
Mom and Dad. Go!

Any of this look
or feel familiar to you?

Is this where my parents died?

Yeah.

Physical locations can be
a strong trigger for memories.

MATTY:
Eli,

I want you to go stand
next to the tree, okay?

And just like before,

slow your breath.

Now I want you
to touch the tree.

Feel the bark
underneath your fingers.

Now...

What do you feel?

I'm sorry. Um,

look, I didn't even know
I'd met my birth parents.

I don't think this
is gonna work.

TAYLOR:
Look, memories can be hazy.

But violent, stressful acts

are so well coded,
so written

into our beings forevermore,
they're indelible.

You know this.

You've lived it.

Eli, you can do this, okay?

Close your eyes
and take a breath.

(inhales deeply)

(exhales)

(exhales heavily)

It was dark.

It was dark,

and my parents were arguing.

I'm going...

The more small details
you can recall,

the easier it'll be for you
to remember the big things.

Well...

I had ice cream.
My face was all sticky,

and so were the sleeves
of my shirt.

MATTY: Okay.

That's good.
Let's stay with the ice cream.

Eli,

think about the flavor.

The scent.

It was strawberry.

Strawberry ice cream
from this place

with a black-and-white sign.
I loved it there

'cause you could hear
the train whistle.

MATTY:
A train whistle. Okay.

Good. Think about outside

the ice cream parlor.

ELI:
I wanted to go back

to a yellow brick building.

(train whistle blows)

'Cause it was safe there.

But my mom said no,

and we got in the car.

Go faster, go faster.

They're gaining on us.

I think they're gaining on us.

(tires squealing)

(grunting)

(both scream)

(grunts)

You.

You were the one chasing us.

You're the reason
my parents are dead.

I'm the reason
you're still alive, kid.

No, it was you!

Listen to me. Listen to me.

(Eli grunts)

Yeah, I was there!

Yes. Yes, I was there.

I was alone without backup.

Joshua was following one lead.
I was following

the other.
By the time I got here,

your parents were
already dead. I had

one split-second decision
to make: save you

or chase that SUV.

No, no, you're lying.

You're lying!

Save... save you
or chase that SUV.

Shut up! You're a liar!

Let him go.

(sighs)

(tires squealing)

MacGYVER:
They must have been
keeping surveillance

on your brother, and
when he didn't go home,

it rang alarm bells.

(line rings)

(phone rings)

(sighs) Hello?

Mom, listen, you and Dad
need to lock the doors

and hide until I get there,
okay?

Where's Simon?

Is he with you?

I'll explain everything later,
okay? I promise.

Just do it.

Riley, get me

every ice cream parlor between

the family's permanent residence
in Pinecliff and this location.

He said he'd been to
that ice cream parlor

several times.

Copy that.

Eli said he wanted to go back
to the yellow brick building.

That's a place
where he felt safe

during the chaos.
That must have been

where the family was hiding out
during this ordeal.

Okay, adding to the search.
Hostels, motels,

apartment buildings
with a yellow brick exterior,

located near an ice cream parlor
within driving range.

Got it.

They must have been at
the Pinecliff Road Apartments.

The building's closed now.

It's being refitted for condos.

Located near a creamery
that's since been closed down

half a mile
from a train station.

Well, I'll be damned.

After 12 years,

this kid is gonna get
to finally close the book.

Yes, he will.

Let's go tell him.

Eli?

He's gone.

Eli?!

Eli?!

Help! Help! Help!

Eli!

Help!

They got him. Let's go.

Xiang.

I had every faith
our roads would intersect again.

Now all we have to do

is get into
that big old brain of yours,

see what you remember.

Sound like a plan?

(Mimi screams)

Oh, Desiree, you should've
announced yourselves!

Your father could've killed
your friend, your friend...

I'm sorry,
what's your name?

Uh, MacGyver-- Mac.
No need to apologize.

What you said to your mother
on the phone was very upsetting!

And why is he barricading
my door?!

There are some violent people
after us. After you.

After us?

I'll explain later.

Where's my Simon? Is he safe?

(tires screeching)

Mom, Dad, go hide.

Don't come out
no matter what you hear.

Please, go!

Come on, come on.

Mac.

Come on. (grunts)

RILEY: Security camera
across the street

gives me movement
on the third floor.

TAYLOR:
Question is,
which one?

Can't just start
banging in doors.

MASON:
Hey.

Somebody spilled some varnish.
I need your light.

Good boy.

(whispers):
Door.

(shouting, grunting)

(shouts, panting)

Somebody forgot to check
their blind spot.

Joshua.

You know me
well enough, partner,

to know I'm not bluffing.

Nobody gets out of here alive

until I get that burner phone.

(gun clicks)

So, where is it, kid?

Desi? Call the police.

Get back upstairs.

(Mimi screams)

(grunting)

MIMI:
Oh!

Take what you want!

Just get out of here
and leave us alone!

Desi? What are you doing?

Do not touch

my dad!

Let's go. Move it.

You okay?

(shouts)

Oh! Desi!

Oh!

Who the hell are you?

Aah!

(electricity crackling)

Is that my mini vacuum?

(sirens wailing)

Yeah. I can, I can fix it.

I swear. I do it all the time.

♪ ♪

JOSHUA:
I walk out of here

with the burner phone,

and you can have the kid.

That kid does not remember where
the burner phone is, Joshua.

Well, he better think real hard.

MASON:
I'll trade you.

The kid for me.

JOSHUA:
(scoffs) What am I supposed
to do with you?

MASON:
Bring me in.

I'm a wanted man.
You'll be a hero.

Me for the kid.
Come on.

After all these years,

you still think you're
the smartest one in the room?

MASON:
I made you an offer, Joshua.

You're in charge here.

Eli, get down!

(gunfire)

(shouts)
No!

ELI: Hey, hey, hey!

(groans)

Hey!

Is he dead?

(exhales)

(straining)

I'm all right, kid.

(sighs)

Yeah.

(panting)

You got what you want.

One more thing.
Can I have my own office?

You'll be in the lab
with everybody else.

It's a very, very nice lab.

But don't ask
about the salary

because it's terrible.

What about Mason?

He just disappeared

before I could
even say thank you.

Mason isn't exactly
in the FBI's good graces.

But he did give me this.

When your parents
were on the run,

they loaded
their burner phone

with everything
valuable to them,

from encrypted communication
with a Chinese mole

to photos of their one
and only son.

Thanks.

So, that lad is our future
at the Phoenix, is he?

"Our"?

Oh, whatever.

(sighs)

(creaking)

Remember when you missed
that championship goal

and you kicked a dent
in your dad's car?

(both chuckle)

You used to be...

so small.

And now you're so... not.

(crying softly)

I'm sorry I don't come
around more often.

I just...

MIMI:
You're busy.
Don't apologize.

And after we saw

you do what you did today...

We know, whatever it is,
it must be important.

And dangerous.

We're sorry we ever doubted you.

(sniffles)

Uh...

How about I stick around
for a couple days?

I'll take you guys
to the market.

Or maybe some yoga and
do some downward dog.

(laughter)

You can invite
your new boyfriend.

He's very...

different.

(laughs)

Yeah, he is.

(exhales):
Oh...

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