All language subtitles for MacGyver.2016.S02E01.1080p.WEBRip.x265-HiQVE_track3_[eng]

(man singing in Arabic)

*

(speaking in Arabic)

(man continues speaking Arabic)

(glass shatters)

(gunshot)

(bones snap)

*

(yells)

(crying out)

(flies buzzing)

(speaking Arabic)

(repeats question in Arabic)

(repeats question in Arabic)

(Latin music playing)

MacGYVER: 103 miles
off the coast of Florida,

there's an island
that'll always hold

a special place in my heart.

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?
(man shouts)

Oh...

(groans)

Mi madre?

(man shouts)

Okay. Okay, papa.

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

perhaps I go back
to your friend...

(laughing)

What's so funny, huh?
(Jack laughing)

Jack!

What's so funny, huh?

(man groans)

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!
(engine starts)

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.

(engine turning over)

Be honest.
(grunts)

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

This is Cuba, Jack.
Everything's improvised.

(engine starts)
JACK: Whoo!

Yes.
Say your prayers,
Jack's driving.

(horn honks)

Mueve tu trasero!

Move! Out of the way! Move!

(bicycle bell rings)

(tires screeching)

(horn honks)

(bullets ricocheting)
Hey!

Jack! Hit the brakes!

What?

I said, hit the brakes!

Brakes?

What brakes?!

MacGYVER:
Ah, crap!

This is gonna hurt!

*

RILEY: 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.

(chuckles)

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... (laughs)

How was Cuba?
JACK: 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.

BOZER:
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?
RILEY: 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 Year"
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.

(phone chimes)

Jack, turn the car around.
Matty needs us.

(tires screeching)

MATTY: 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.

MacGYVER:
4-Squadron?

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

That's right.
BOZER: I'm impressed.

JACK: 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.
JACK: 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.

MR. DIAZ (on video):
...losing a child.

Samuel needs our help now,

all of our help,

to bring him home safely.
MATTY: 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.

CAGE:
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.

MR. DIAZ:
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.

MATTY:
Agent Cage,

looks like you
got yourself a team.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hooyah.

*

We're flying over Egypt.

Jack hates Egypt.

We had a...

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

CAGE: Sounds like
a story I should hear.

JACK:
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.

MacGYVER: 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.
Ah.

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.

(soldier speaks Turkish)

(continues in Turkish)

(soldier speaks Turkish)

(bleating)

(speaking Turkish)

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.

RILEY:
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 w 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.

JACK:
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?

(ignition sputtering)

(engine starts)
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!

(yelling in Turkish)

Quick, let's go before

they realize I speak
in an accent.

That was one badass
Jedi mind trick there, lady.
Come on.

Nice work.

Drive!

MacGYVER (over radio):
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.

JACK: So, how are we supposed
to get in there?

CAGE: 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.

CAGE:
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.

(Jack chuckles)

JACK:
Let's clear the place.

Clear.

Yeah, we're clear down here.

Hands in the air!
(Cage shouting in Turkish)

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?

(whispers):
Hey.

There's a room behind here.

CAGE:
Diaz?

(flies buzzing)

MacGYVER:
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.
JACK: 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?
(tapping keyboard)

(men chanting)

JACK:
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.

MacGYVER: 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.

(indistinct chatter)

JACK:
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?

JACK:
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.

(mutters)

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

This is serious.
CAGE: My turn, Beckham.

(chuckles)

Be my guest.

(speaking Turkish)

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

aside from making me nauseous.

Hold on.
I think I got something.

(phone beeps)

That's him.

Diaz.

He's alive.

MATTY:
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.

BOZER: Looks like he might be
the guy in charge.

That's the Ten of Spades.

RILEY:
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.

CAGE: Now that we
have proof of life,

I can get a SEAL team
here in six hours.

RILEY:
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.

MacGYVER: Riley, we need a map
of this place.

RILEY:
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.

JACK: Almost?
Do I need to remind you

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

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.

MacGYVER:
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.

RILEY:
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.

RILEY (on radio): We just
touched down, Bozer's en route.

Copy that.

(door opens and closes)

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"?

(grunts)

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?

MacGYVER: Jack.
JACK: Yeah, it's coming.

JACK:
Mac? Good luck down there.

(air hisses)

RILEY (on radio):
All right, Mac.

Turn right...

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

(explosion)

(coughs)

RILEY: 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.

JACK:
Copy that.

Stay put and stay safe, Bozer.

We don't need anybody else

putting any more holes
in you, man.

(goat bleating)

Pardon?

(speaking in Turkish)

(man grunts)
Hey!

(rapid gunfire)

(grunts and groans)

Well, that didn't go as planned.
(screams)

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

RILEY: 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.

RILEY:
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.

(air hisses)

Okay. Package is in hand.

Yeah, copy that, Mac.

Ready for...
(gunfire)

(grunts)
(gunfire continues)

(gunfire)

RILEY: 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.
(exhales)

(groans)

(groans)

(groans)

(clip clinking on floor)

Drop them!

Get on the ground.

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

(Jack groaning)

(groans) 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.

(blow landing, groaning)

BOZER (in English accent):
It was Mr. Bozer

in the dining room
with the candlestick.

(laughs)
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? (laughs)

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.

RILEY:
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.

(rumbling)

What's that sound?

That is the sound
of the dam finally breaking.

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

(groaning)

Any chance
you got a rope up there?

Next best thing, bud.

Meet me halfway.

Come on!

(rumbling)
All right.

(groaning)

* Pray for tomorrow

* But for today

* All

* I want

* Is to be home

* Stand in the mirror

* You look the same

* Just looking for shelter

* From the cold and the pain

* And all

* I want

* Is to be home...

MATTY: 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?

JACK: 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...
(groans)
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.

MATTY:
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.

(laughs)

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...
(powering down)

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.

(fire crackling)

(footsteps approaching)

Here you go, man.

Thanks.
Cheers.

(sighs)

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."
(laughs) 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...

BOTH:
You ain't got but one.

(laughs)

You've read my material.

Yeah.

Hey, Jack?

Yeah?
Come here.

(Jack clears throat)

Huh. Huh.

Is that you?
Yeah.

On my tenth birthday. This is...

This was taken
the day my dad left.

JACK: 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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