All language subtitles for MacGyver.2016.S01E08.HDTV.X264-LOLl

Dating is weird.

I mean, my grandfather
used to tell me stories

about diners and drive-ins.

Now, it's movies at cemeteries
and escaping locked rooms.

What's romantic about that?

Oh, hey. Don't forget to, uh,

check the corners and
around the doorframes,

because the last escape room I did,

they hid the final clue

in a corner behind a bookshelf

and I almost ran out of time...

Ruined my perfect record.

That's not gonna happen again.

You have to... think outside the box.

Think outside the box?

I might be able to do that.

You know what?

I think there's a symbol over here,

but I can't read it without a black light.

Yeah, okay, that means that
we have to find a black light

somewhere in this room.

Oh.

You know, it'd probably be
faster if we just built one.

Right.

Black lights aren't actually black.

They're just coated
with a special filter

that removes most of
the visible spectrum,

allowing only ultraviolet
light to pass through.

And they're easy to make

using a smartphone's LED
and the magnetic disk

from an old 3.5 floppy as the filter.

What are you doing?

Take a look.

Oh, wow, you built a black light?

How did you do that?

I watch a lot of YouTube videos.

Okay, well that's, um, a tarot card.

The Fool.

Lovers.

Great. We just need one
more to get out of here.

And then it hits me.

Here I am in a locked room

with a beautiful, intelligent woman

and I'm trying to get out?

What am I, crazy?

Um, you're gonna ruin my perfect record.

I'm sorry,
do you want me to stop?

Well, I, um...

I think records were made to be broken.

Mac, what are you doing here?

You're early.

Yeah, I got called back in for work

and I came to pick up a few things.

What is all this?

I thought you might bring Cindy back here.

So I wanted to set the mood a bit.

I even whipped up a little
five-star seduction luncheon

to step up your romance game.

I appreciate the help, but...

my game is fine.

Dude.

Your have no game, all right?

Trust me, you need my help.

What are you even doing here?
I thought you had a shift.

I did, but then my boss called

and she offered me a promotion:

manager. Mm-hmm.

More money, better benefits,
the whole Pokédex.

That's amazing! Congratulations.

So I quit.

You're just gonna have to
step me through this one.

I just started thinking.

All right, let's say I become a manager.

Then what? They promote
me to regional manager?

Then after that, VP?

And job security is a bad thing?

It's not, all right,
but now we're not talking a job,

we're talking a career.

And that was never the plan.

I got to chase my dream.

If I want to be a filmmaker,

then making films has to be my focus.

So I'm taking a leap of faith.

It's a pretty big leap.

You sure you're ready?

I don't want to look back
at my life and have regrets.

Making movies is all
I've ever wanted to do.

You know, I just don't want to feel like

I wasn't being honest
about who I really am.

I have to take this shot.

Oh, a brother's still good for the rent,

if that's what you're worried about.

Bozer, I'm not worried about the rent.

I'm actually really impressed.

Chase your dream.

I'm proud of you.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey.

Duck a l'Orange. From Bozer. Long story.

Dang, that smells amazing.

Did he send a fork, too?

Oh. There it is.

You okay?

Your face is frozen in a creepy smile.

How was it?

- How was what?
- You know what.

The date.

How do you know?

Are you kidding?

Everyone knows.

We just want details, that's all.

That's unfortunate for you,
'cause it is none of

your business.

Sorry to interrupt your date, Mac,

but we have a situation.

Is there anyone in this whole building

that didn't know I was on a date?

No, I think everyone got the memo.

Great.

Guys, as fun as this is,

we are on a clock.

2008, a Mossad operative
was murdered in Madrid.

2010, a human rights lawyer in Dubai.

2012, a CIA informant in Tokyo.

All of these high profile assassinations

were carried out by the same man.

This man.

Unidentified hit man

known only by his CIA file number:

Suspect 218.

According to Langley,

he likes to contact his targets
right before he kills them.

A hit man who texts his victims first?

"Why is a raven
like a writing desk?"

What does that even mean?

Lewis Carroll.

Famous riddle with no real solution.

That's just him taunting his victims.

That's all it is.

The CIA received intel

that S-218 was hired for
a job here in the States.

But their investigation hit a wall,

so they reached out to us.

- Any idea who hired him?
- No.

And we don't know who
the target is, either.

Sounds like we don't know anything.

Actually, we know one thing.

Him.

Rajan Patel.

An Indian diplomat?

Patel landed at LAX

15 minutes ago. CIA says

he's using his diplomatic pouch,

which can't legally be searched,

to smuggle in a dossier

on S-218's next target.

So to avoid tipping off his next victim,

S-218 wants the dossier hand delivered.

If the CIA is tracking him,

why aren't they moving on him?

My contact suspects he has
moles inside the agency.

So he wants Phoenix to tail
Patel to his next meet,

and catch S-218?

This is the biggest lead

we've ever had on this guy.

And it might be our
last chance to stop him.

Hey, remind me again why
people get all dressed up

just to stand around in a
room and stare at each other?

Hey, hey,

you're not allowed to complain

until you're stuck in high heels.

Well, I'll trade you.
I could use those in a fight.

I don't fight fair. Although,

I don't see the tactical advantage to me

having this noose around
my neck right now.

Oh yeah?

I can see one.

That's funny.

Man, my nephew can
finger-paint better than this.

I think it's a Chardin.

Yeah?

Well, it looks more like a
piece of Chardin, to me.

Hey guys, heads up.

Our target has arrived.

He must have
the pouch on him somewhere,

- but I can't see it.
- Keep an eye on

everyone he's talking to.

One of them is our hit man.

He's on the move.

I got him.

I lost visual.

I see him,

but he's no longer wearing the jacket.

Which is probably where he
kept that pouch of goodies.

Where did he leave it?

Anyone have eyes on it?

I see the jacket.

It's on someone else,
right by the east wall.

That's got to be our guy.

We missed the drop.

He's rabbiting. Let's go!

What are you doing?

Just get him!

Jack, don't touch the rail!

- Where is he?
- I don't know, man.

I came down here and he was gone.

Hang on, wait! He dropped something.

Well, I just found out who the target is.

You.

_

The diplomat give you anything?

Oh, he didn't want to, but then Patti

threatened his diplomatic immunity.

He sang like a canary.

A canary that knows next to nothing.

Says he was hired anonymously.

The diplomatic pouch...
Shipped to him, already sealed.

His instructions were

to put the pouch in his jacket

and leave it on a bench at the party.

Yeah, he didn't know squat,
he was kind of a dead end.

It doesn't matter.

I already know who ordered the hit.

Who?

It was Nikki.

What makes you say that?

I knew as soon as I saw this picture.

She took it in Ojai at a
vineyard about a year ago.

She had the only copy.

Look, we've chased her
halfway around the world.

Maybe she's just tired of running.

Yeah, but why send S-218 a photo

you'd know came from her?

Seems kind of sloppy, right?

I guess she didn't mind if I
found out she ordered the hit.

Jack, you'll start running down leads.

Riley, you'll be with me.

We'll get word out

to every law-enforcement
agency in the city.

This is an all-hands situation.

So what am I doing?

You'll be staying right there.

Forget it. I'm the best bait you have

to draw this guy out into the open.

No, no, man, I agree with her.

Whether it's deep-sea
fishing or hit man hunting,

you don't throw your
friends out there as bait.

You know that.

Mac, you can't help
anyone if you're dead.

So I'm under house arrest?

I prefer to call it protective custody.

I don't even get a chair to sit in?

No, because you would figure out

how to turn that chair
into a cannon, or a...

Come on, I'd need propellant
to make a cannon.

See? You're already thinking about it.

Look, Mac, you and I both
know what you're capable of,

so I've had everything removed,

down to the last paper clip.

Now, if you don't mind.

You can't be serious.

Am I ever not?

You don't really think this'll
keep me here, do you?

I was hoping a direct order from your boss

would be enough to keep you here,

but just in case... magnetic locks.

No one's getting in,
and you're not getting out.

So once again I
find myself locked in a room.

But this time it isn't a game.

This time, lives are at stake,
and not just mine.

No windows, no air vents,
and no way out

other than a heavily reinforced door.

And the magnetic lock keeping it shut

is designed to withstand a battering ram.

Thornton was right...
This room is secure.

But she was also wrong,

because they didn't remove everything.

As a kid, I was taught never
to stick anything metal

in an outlet, and that's
very good advice.

But they didn't say anything

about pulling out the outlet entirely

and sticking something metal
into the empty space behind it

so you could get to
the electrical wiring

hidden in the wall of the
room you're locked inside.

Flat-ribbon cable is a convenient way

to bundle a bunch of wires

that are all going to the same component.

Say a security keypad

that unlocks a magnetically sealed door.

Now, ordinarily,

a five-digit code would
take forever to crack.

It has 100,000 possible combinations.

But if you work here and
you already know the code,

then it's just a matter
of punching it in.

What took you so long?

I thought you were out chasing leads.

No. No, I watch your back.

That's my job, remember?
We talked about this.

I'm not gonna be stuck in a room

while the killer that Nikki
hired is out on the loose.

Relax. I'm not here to stop you.

I'm here to drive you.

Where we going?

- Thornton's gonna be pissed.
- Who, Patti?

Nah, she'll get over it.

What is it?

It's a text from a blocked number.

"Where seldom is heard
a discouraging word."

What the hell's that supposed to mean?

Well, it's a lyric,
from "Home on the Range."

Yeah, I know, I love the track,
but what does it mean?

He's telling me where he is.

Can I help you?

Hey, there. I'm a friend
of MacGyver's, from work.

Is he home?

That's right,
you've reached the man...

Come on, Bozer, pick up the phone!

It's great to
finally meet you, Wilt.

I've heard so much about you
at the office from MacGyver.

Call me Bozer. Everyone does.

So, uh, how long have you and
Mac been working together?

Whew, a few months now.

So I guess you knew Nikki.

I did.

- I still can't get over the accident.
- Yeah.

- It's tragic, what happened.
- Yeah.

My boy hasn't been the
same since it happened.

What, exactly, do you
do at the think tank?

Human resources.

So you hire people.

No, I'm more of a hatchet man.

Uh, I'll be right back.
Make yourself at home.

I'm sure he's fine.

You know how Bozer is, he probably just

forgot his phone somewhere.

He'd forget to put on his pants
before he'd forget his phone.

That's my land line.

Bozer, tell me you're okay.

I don't know. One of
your friends from work is here.

I'm getting a real "I've
got candy in my van"

kind of vibe.

Boze, that's not my friend. You need to...

Put the phone down, Wilt.

Do I look like a man who asks twice?

Bozer. Bozer?

Bozer!

That's good.

Now, that is really good.

George Washington, right?

Yeah.

Where'd you find it?

I made it.

You really found your calling, man.

I know some people who could
put your skills to good use

if you're ever looking for a job or, well,

you know... if you aren't dead.

Look, man, I don't know what's going on

between you and Mac at the office,

but I'd really like to stay out of it.

Wow.

I thought all that talk about
Nikki and the think tank

was just you being careful.

Now I realize you have no idea

what's going on, do you?

The file said that you
two were best friends,

that you were part of his cover, but...

you have no idea who MacGyver really is.

Do you?

What are you talking about?

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

Sounds like roomie's home.

Stay!

Where is he?

Get down!

Mac, what the hell is going on?!

And who is this guy wearing
my George Washington mask?!

Look, Bozer, I'm gonna
get you through this.

You just need to stay calm.

This feels so un-American. What up, Boze?

Why do you have a gun?!
Why does he have a gun?!

Please tell me you got a gun, too!

Uh, I never use 'em.

Jack, I'm gonna hang with
you until this is over.

Which may be sooner than you think,

'cause, Mac, I'm running
out of ammo here.

Oh! Uh! Oh!

Why the hell you grabbing wine bottles?

I need you to open these

and pour out about a third each.

When I was a kid,

I used to play with bottle rockets.

High-pressure water would
shoot out of the rocket

and send it soaring into the sky.

But I've never tried it
with wine bottles before.

You might want to start worrying,

'cause I think Nikki's
guy is loaded for bear,

and I got less than half a mag left here.

Wait, Nikki? Your Nikki?

- Yeah.
- But Nikki's dead.

- Nikki's alive?
- Yes!

- She knows this psycho?
- That's right.

We think she hired him.

30 seconds.

We ain't got 30 seconds!

I'm out of ammo.

What the hell are you doing?

Oh. We're dead.

Get down, fool!

Have some faith.

You see him?

No, man, he's gone.

You okay?

No.

I'm not okay.

Who the hell are you?

You're wasting your time.

He was wearing gloves.

Could you trace this for me, please?

Mac.

- I'm glad you're alive.
- Sorry I broke your door.

- Where's Bozer?
- I don't know,

I think he's in the back.

Hey.

You all right?

You don't work for a think tank, either,

do you?

I wanted to tell you,

but they would've sent me back to prison.

So, you lied to me, too.

And Mac's been lying to me for years.

He's supposed to be my best friend.

- He was trying to protect you.
- Yeah?

Go have a look at the living room.
Tell me how that worked out.

I almost died because he
didn't trust me enough

to tell me the truth.

If I'm gonna be killed,

I'd like to at least know why.

I know this is a lot to take in.

But Mac's still Mac.

The only thing that's changed

is now you know what he really does.

Hey, don't act like this is simple.

It isn't simple.

It's...

- The truth.
- Yeah?

How do I know that?

You've all been lying to me.
Why should I believe you now?

Well, maybe you shouldn't.

But we could use your help right now.

That guy you met?

He's dangerous.

And you're the only one who saw his face.

You look stunning, by the way.

No, man, that's still not it.

Tracing his text
messages was a bust.

He's using an anonymous SMS account.

Yo. I said an aquiline nose.

Aquiline.

No.

No.

No.

Hell no... You know
what, man? Just... here.

Look. Look at this.

Look.

Make it look like...

this.

- Damn.
- Nice work, Bozer.

And it just might be good
enough for facial recognition.

That's him.

- You sure?
- That's him.

That's the guy.

You know, you never really forget

the first guy who tries to kill you.

- Jack...
- I'm just saying.

It's all right, Jack,
or whatever your real name is.

I don't think I can get any more
freaked out than I already am.

Whoa. Plot twist. He
doesn't just have one identity,

he has eight.

And counting.

I bet every one of these
identities lines up

with a job he pulled, which means

we finally have a lead on the guy, so...

thank you, Bozer.

Looks like one of S-218's

old aliases rented a car
at LAX three days ago.

All rental car companies

these days have LoJack...
Can you track that?

Yeah. I'm on it.

Nice work.

Junkyard in Sun Valley. Let's go.

Mac.

We got it.

He's after me.

Me. I'm not gonna let
you put me in some room

while everyone I care about is in danger.

Can you just give us a second?

I can't believe you're actually
about to side with her...

No, listen to me for a second. Now, listen.

I've been watching your back
for years... for years...

Tangled with some real badasses
that were trying to kill you.

But this guy is...

is different.

He's really good. Beyond badass.

Maybe better than me.

So, I'm just gonna have to leave
you behind on this one, okay?

Well, yeah. If he's that good,
I need to be with you,

- not stuck in a...
- Hey. Hey!

I'm not argue with you
about this, all right?

I cannot do my thing if I'm worried about

losing you every minute.

But the last thing I need is
your death on my conscience.

That'd kill me.

Don't do that to me.

You know, sometimes the best way

to watch your back is to have your back

somewhere else entirely.

You understand?

That's his car up there.

Yeah. That means he could be close.

Keep an eye out now,

be careful.

Hey, man, you talking to me yet?

I've always talked to you, Mac.

Always told you everything.

I'm just sorry you didn't
feel you could do the same.

It was just protocol.

Protocol?

Protocol?

A man showed up at my house with a gun.

Told me he was gonna kill my best friend.

And you're gonna talk
to me about protocol?

And then this man
who wants to kill you...

He tells me that I don't know you at all.

- Boze...
- That everything you've ever told me

was a lie.

You know the worst part?

I know this lunatic killer
was telling the truth,

while my "best friend" lied.

Boze. You do know me.

The real me. Better than anyone.

The me before the army, before this job.

The kid who had nowhere to
go and nobody to turn to

after my dad left.

You know who I am because
you helped make me who I am.

Here, Riley. I got a phone in here.

Do your thing.

There's a diplomatic pouch in here.

That phone is ringing.

You know, it's so nice

to be dealing with a government agency

that's semi-competent. Now...

everyone with a gun, place
them on the ground, step away.

Yeah. That's not gonna happen.

Oh. Well,

I beg to differ.

Have you ever heard of

remote sniper rifles?

Free-hanging barrels,
quick strike firing pins,

laser range finders to
account for target speed.

Any one of these babies

can put a bullet through
your spinal column

before you can blink.

Fun times, right?

And when you've got
three of these beauties,

all programmed through a simple remote...

that's what I call a good time.

So, why don't you all play nice

and drop your little guns.

Good call. Although it does appear that

one of the members of
your party isn't present,

and I just can't seat you
until everybody's here.

MacGyver?

I can only assume
that you're listening in.

I got to tell you, Mac.

I thought this was just
gonna be another simple job.

But you have made things so damned...

interesting.

I mean, electrifying the handrails?

The wine bottle rockets?

I mean...

...who does that?

You know, I have been
turning people into fertilizer

for a long time,

and it's hard for me to get
excited about my job anymore.

But it would be a huge honor

to be the one

who finally puts you in the ground, Mac.

A huge honor.

So big, in fact, that
I am willing to trade

all of the other contracts
for that chance.

What other contracts?

Come on. You did not honestly
think that I traveled

all this way for just one hit, did you?

Hey, Jack. Why don't you take
a look in that pouch for me,

will you, buddy?

See, I was hired to take
out all four of you.

But in all honestly,
I just haven't needed the money

for years.

I just take these jobs
to keep from being bored.

So, I'm gonna make you a deal.

MacGyver meets me here.

South entrance of the junkyard.

And I'm gonna let the rest of you live.

Don't take the bait, Mac.
He's playing games.

Now, Jack.

Don't be rude.

I'm a man of my word.

So, believe me,

when I say that if I don't see

MacGyver's smiling little face
here in the next 15 minutes,

these remote sniper rifles are going

to start to bang, bang.

What do you say, MacGyver?

Do you want to come out and play?

No, no, no.

What the hell is he doing?

Okay.

I'm here.

And with four minutes to spare.

You'll have to tell me

your secret to navigating L.A. traffic.

Weapons.

Let me see them.

I don't have any.

I got to say,

this has been a real pleasure.

I don't remember a mark
ever being this much fun.

Although

these three really are a hoot.

We had a deal.

I'm here, now let them go.

MacGyver, don't tell me you
didn't read the fine print.

I don't let them go when you get here,

I let them go when you're dead.

Don't!

You're as advertised, MacGyver.

You're smart.

Resourceful.

Little too trusting.

I can see now how Nikki was
able to fool you for so long.

You know, I should kill your friends now.

But honestly...

I'm curious what you're gonna do next.

That's pretty neat, huh?

You know, my job usually
involves sneaking around

in the shadows, so

it's nice when I get to

finally pull out the big guns.

But you know what's not fun, MacGyver?!

You going back on your word.

I'm sure your friends
don't appreciate that.

Isn't that right, Patricia?

- Patti!
- Jack, don't move.

Oh, I'm gonna kill you!

You son of a bitch!

You hear me? You're a dead man!

Don't worry, MacGyver.

That's a clean shot.

Little through and through
to the shoulder.

See, this shot Patricia recovers from.

The next one?

Not so much.

Those remote
control kill machines

are incredibly high-tech,

but what he's using to send
them commands is basically

just a souped-up radio transmitter.

And the problem with radios is,

if someone else is broadcasting

with more power,
your signal will get lost

in the noise.

That's just cheating.

Are you okay?

Huh? Talk to me.

I'll live.

I want you to go find Mac.

And I want you to get that lunatic.

You got it.

I'm outgunned, but
I'll do the best I can.

Wait, Jack.

I might be able to help with that.

All right, let's go.

All right, fine.

Deal's off.

Guess I'll kill all of
your friends after all.

Riley's easy.

And Patricia's just
cleanup at this point.

Jack, well...

I always like killing Langley's best.

But let's be honest, MacGyver.

There is nobody quite like you.

I have to say, MacGyver.

This is the most exciting
Friday I've had in years.

You might want to check your monitor.

Hey.

Still having a fun day?

Surprise, surprise, hatchet face.

You know, it turns out,
remote sniper rifles can be hacked

if you've got a Riley on your squad.

Put the gun down.

It's over.

Come on, MacGyver.

All the fun we've had,
and you don't want to see me

get blown away?

You know,
I don't expect someone like you

to understand this, but I don't
want anyone to die today.

On your knees.

You know,

no one's ever caught me before.

Hell,

no one's ever survived me before.

So impressed with you, Angus MacGyver.

You know,

I still don't know your name.

When you've been in the
business as long as I have,

you collect a lot of names.

Guess if I had to pick one,

I've always been partial

to Murdoc.

I do hope we get to see
each other again soon.

Look, Bozer, I'm sorry.

And I should've said that right away.

When I found out the truth about Nikki,

I felt... lost.

I felt betrayed.

I went over every moment
we'd spent together,

trying to figure out
when the lying started.

If any of it was even real.

And what she did to me...

I did the same thing to you.

I'm so sorry.

I'm just glad you're alive.

Bozer was right.

What I did to him wasn't fair.

I wasn't honest.

And because of that,
his life after today

will never be the same.

I don't know if he'll
ever trust me again.

That's something I'm
gonna have to earn back.

I guess it's true what they say,

sometimes you hurt the ones you...

Nikki?

Hey, Mac.

It's good to see your face.

Can I get something for you?

Oh, no, I'm fine, thanks.

But he'll have another coffee.

Two sugars.

All right.

Be right back.

You just gonna shoot me right here?

With all these people as witnesses?

How do you know they're all
here for the peach cobbler?

Despite what you may think,

I don't want you dead.

I'm just gonna trust the
other gun-toting psychopath

on this one.

I think you might know him

'cause you hired him
to kill all my friends.

Mac, you know I could
never do that to you.

Put that gun away if you
really don't want me dead.

If I have to use it, I will.

But that's not why I'm here.

Mac,

do you still have the
key I sent you in Lisbon?

Good.

You'll need it soon.

When the time comes, I promise you,

it'll answer every question you have.

The only question I have

is why?

Mac.

Come on.

That can't be the only question.

Did you ever ask yourself
what happened to Burkoff?

You know what happened.

Burkoff was killed in exfil.

His chopper was shot down in Syria.

And who told you that?

Thornton?

Always the boy scout, Mac.

Everything is black and white to you.

You never even stop to wonder
if you're on the right side.

Says the fugitive pointing
a gun at a government agent.

Look,

believe it or not, I'm not
here to hurt you

or defend what I did.

I'm here to warn you.

Murdoc failed, but the
next person they send

might not.

You, Jack, my replacement.

Bozer.

You'll never be safe.

I just...

I had to let you know.

Let me return the favor.

You recognize this?

You know I do.

Stay away from my family and
I'll stay away from yours.

This isn't you, Mac.

Maybe not.

But it was you who taught me
that we all have other sides.

So I suggest

you go back to the people you work for

and convince them to stand down.

I'll see you around.