All language subtitles for MacGyver.2016.S02E11.1080p.WEBRip.x265-HiQVE_track3_[eng]

("Jingle Bells" playing)

JACK:
57, 56, 55,

54, 53, 52,

51...
Are you really gonna count
every floor on the way down?

I used to do
this as a kid.

I thought it'd keep the
elevator from stopping.

Well, I can assure you
right now, it doesn't work.

(elevator bell dings)

You just had to interrupt
the flow, didn't you, huh?
Don't.

This stoppage
is on you, dude.

No.
Yes, it is.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.
(chuckles)

Come on in.

It's okay. Come on.

(elevator bell dings)

Isn't he supposed to be
carrying the bag?

Right. Right.

Yeah. Here you go, Santa.

There's your bag.

(grunting)

Santa?

MacGYVER:
Uh-huh?

Why are you in
our elevator?

(panting)

Well...

Funny thing about
apartment buildings

is they don't
have fireplaces.

(MacGyver and Jack laughing)

Ho, ho.

(muffled groaning)

Your bag is moving
and making noise.

(muffled grunting)

That is a new toy.

T-Tickle Me Tony.

Tickle Me Tony.
Can you turn that off, Rudolph?

Yeah, where is that
on-off switch again?

(man groaning)

I got it.
Think that's got it.

(elevator bell dings)

Excuse me, ma'am.
Go, go, go.

J-Just so you know,

we're not weird.

(elevator bell dings)
We're the good guys.

*

("Up on the House Top" playing)

(whistle toots)

* Up on the housetop,
reindeer pause *

* Out jumps good old
Santa Claus *

* Down through the chimney
with lots of toys *

* All for the little ones'
Christmas joys *

* Ho, ho, ho

* Who wouldn't go?

* Ho, ho, ho

* Who wouldn't go?

(cell phone chimes)
* Up on the housetop

* Click, click, click

* Down through the chimney
with good Saint Nick. *

So you got it?

Cool. I was worried
somebody else would find it.

First time I ever used
a dead drop

to send a Christmas gift.
(laughs)

I'm glad you like it.

Can't wait to see
what you got me.

I'll call you the moment
I have it in hand.

I miss you, too.

Who do you miss?

My, uh... dad!

He was just making sure

I didn't need any...
pastrami help.

Which reminds me, Ms. Davis,

last year, I never got a chance
to finish telling you

about the Bozer
family tradition

of Christmas pastrami.

How about you don't tell it,

and we keep
this tradition going?

You know what I mean?

And deprive you
of all of this yuletide joy?

No way!

No, you know you like it.

Now, we all know
Christmas is

the most wonderful
time of the year.

It makes
you feel...

MacGYVER:
I'm just saying.

JACK: Why do you do this
every year, dude?

MacGYVER:
Prove he's not real.

Santa is not real, okay?

You nerd. Thanks.

And please, spare me
your math that claims

to support his existence.
It's annoying.

Thank you.

You're not a grown man
who believes in Santa, are you?

I'm a grown man who cannot
rule out the existence of Santa.

Two different things.
'Cause if you think about it...

...the rotation of the Earth,
different time zones,

and the latest research into
Einstein-Rosen bridges...

You've been on this
Santa kick forever.

When I found out that Jack
didn't believe in Santa,

I derived some equations
to help change his mind,

but the math only
confused him more.

Okay, so you know what
this doofus does, huh?

He breaks into my apartment
dressed as Big Red,

sets up a tree,

and crams a bunch of gifts
underneath there.

Yeah, but he caught me
before I could finish.

Well, be honest, Jack.

Did you think it was Santa?
Even for a moment?

If he took a year and went
on a juice cleanse, yeah.

(laughs)
I had a pillow under my coat.

You looked pregnant.

So it didn't,
it didn't really work?

No, man, I thought
he was an intruder.

He almost shot me.

Yeah, you're lucky

you didn't get shot, okay?

Now, listen, even if the
Red Reindeer Rancher is real,

breaking and entering
is still a felony.

In some progun states,

it's best just to
leave those gifts

right there on the front porch.
Know what I'm saying?

(laughs)

What about you?

Oh, like,
do I believe in Santa?

Yeah.
I have yet to see proof,

but I keep an open mind.

See?
Come on.

You guys hungry?

Ah, yeah, bring on the eats.

Okay.
This is so
lovely, guys.

I haven't been home
to see my sister in years,

so this is my first Christmas

in a long time

with, um...

Family? Go ahead.
You can say it.

If you don't, they're gonna
make you. They made me.

That's what we are, after all,
as crazy as it sounds.

I will drink to that.
I will, too.

Cheers, guys.
(door opens)

Cheers.
Cheers.

Hey, there she is.

(sighs)

What's wrong, boss?

I'm sorry, guys,
but Christmas is on hold.

What?

Why?

Because we have a problem.
What kind of problem?

You know that bomb
that you built last week?

JACK:
Which one?

The one he exploded in Angola
when our cover got blown

or the one in L.A. when we, uh,
went with the bad intel?

Los Angeles.
JACK:
Mm-hmm.

It appears that our intel
was even more incomplete

than we realized.

That building wasn't empty.

The maintenance man,
a civilian

named George Ramsey,
died when a section of the wall

collapsed on him.

I'm sorry. Are you saying
that I killed a civilian?

JACK:
No, no, wait a minute.

I cleared that
building myself.

It was empty. Don't start
playing the blame game...

The game's already
started, Jack.

The LAPD has a warrant
for your arrest, Mac.

They're on their
way here now.

What?

No, this is crazy.

So how do we get
Mac out of this?

I don't know.

You don't know? Well, guess
what, that's not good enough.

I assure you, Jack,
that calls will be made.

But right now,
this is happening.

And we all need
to maintain our covers.

Don't-don't-don't worry, Mac,
we'll get you out of this.

You hear me?

I promise.

(doorbell ringing)

(pounding on door)

Angus MacGyver?
Yes.

You're under arrest
for the murder of George Ramsey.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say

can and will be used against
you in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,

one will be appointed
for you by the court.

(camera clicking)

What were you doing in that
warehouse, Mr. MacGyver?

You don't feel like talking?

That's okay.

You just sit back and relax.
I'll show you some pictures.

This is what it looks like when
someone drops a building on you.

The man you killed
was married.

Two kids.

Six and eight.

Worked three jobs
just to provide.

You got somewhere to be?

Look at me.

I said look at me.

There ain't gonna be

no Christmas miracle
for you, pal.

You're here.

For good.

So you might as well
start talking.

MATTY:
Okay, Mac can't say anything.

Okay, no matter what
the cops throw at him,

he cannot reveal that
he's a covert agent

working for
the U.S. government.

Murder charges are bad,
but violating the Espionage Act?

Way worse.

I covered all
of our digital tracks

and scrubbed all the cameras.

What evidence could
they possibly have?

You tell me. You're the
tech nerd in this mod squad.

Can't you use that thing
to crack LAPD's system?

At least find out
what they have on our boy?

What do you think
I'm trying to do, Jack?

Well, what's taking you so long?

You cracked the damn NSA
quicker than this.

Yeah, the NSA was one system,
and it was up to date.

The LAPD is at least
20 different systems,

and some of them are ancient.

I'm trying to teach
myself Fortran.

If you knew what that was,
you'd be as frustrated as I am.

MATTY: Okay, look. We know
that whatever the cops

have on Mac, it was enough for
them to find him and arrest him.

We need to
go back...

What we need to do is go
in there and get him right now,

forcibly, if need be.

He did the same thing
for me two weeks ago.

I owe him one.

Yeah, Jack, he did-- in Yemen,

after you were arrested
under a cover ID.

Mac was arrested under
his own name at his own house.

Whatever.

Riley, crack the LAPD network

and at least see
what evidence

they got against Mac and just
erase it! Right now, just do it.

Erasing all the evidence
is not gonna make this go away.

They're gonna wonder
how this happened.

Oh, come on, y'all. Seriously?

Do you know how many
rescue operations we've planned

in this very room?

This is Mac
we're talking about here.

Busting him out's
gonna be no different

than any other mission.

Except it is different, Jack.

How?!
Because...

there's no exfil
at the end of this.

Okay?

We can't just break Mac out
and walk away.

And the LAPD is not the enemy.
They're just doing their job.

Yeah, and so was he, Cage.

Just doing his job.

And listen, everyone single one
of us got him in this hot spot,

and we're gonna get him out.

Now, Riley, pretty please
with sugar on top,

will you work faster?

Matty, with all due respect,
go work the phones. Please.

Okay.

Can somebody help me bring up

the action reports
on this thing?

Or I'm gonna rip it
right off the wall right now.

Please.

GREER: Bomb squad said
it was a very powerful IED,

made out of stuff that
was just lying around.

Where does a guy learn to build
something like that, I wonder?

(knock at door)

Your ex just called.

Figured. I've been
sending her calls

to voice mail for
the last six hours.

Yeah, well, spoiler alert,
she is pissed.

(scoffs)
So what else is new?

She wanted to know
if you're taking the girls

to the Christmas
parade tomorrow.

Depends on this guy, and if he
ever decides to open his mouth.

Oh, I had Lorenzo run him
through the system.

Here's everything we got so far
on "boy band gone bad."

He's former U.S. Army,
joined in 2009.

Honorable discharge in 2012.

The Oklahoma City bomber

had one of those
honorable discharges, too.

According to this,
he was an EOD specialist.

Well, now we know where
he learned to make IEDs.

If you can disarm a bomb,
you can definitely make one.

Yeah. Kid's got a pile
of brains, too.

Dropped out of MIT
right before joining up,

been working a think tank
since he shipped home.

Think tanks, huh?

What's he do there?

He's making more
than us, probably.

(chuckles)

Uh, currently employed

by the Phoenix Foundation.

Before that he was
at some place called DXS.

Shut down last year,
not sure why.

Did you pull his phone records?

Calls and texts
to his roommate,

a few friends
and this Phoenix Foundation.

Look, I didn't find
any red flags.

You didn't, huh?

How many 20-somethings
you know

don't use their phone
for days at a time?

Look at these gaps.

No calls, no texts,
no data usage. Nothing.

He's got no credit card
or bank activity

during those periods, either.

It's like he just falls
off the face of the Earth

for days at a time.

Then he shows back up and
buildings start exploding.

I'm telling you guys, I swept
this building from top to bottom

before Mac detonated that bomb.

The place was empty.

I swear.

We heard you
the first time, Jack,

but the fact remains,
it's a big building.

Maybe you missed someone.

Well, even if I did,

Ri, you would've had them
on thermal, right?

I wasn't using thermal.

We didn't know we were gonna

have to do
any of this, remember?

Wh-What I remember

is Mac didn't kill anybody.

So, there's
a good explanation

for how this guy died, period.

Look, I wasn't there,
so I can be fresh eyes.

You want to just

walk me through everything
that happened,

starting with
when you first

got the call
for the mission?

Where was Mac?
With me.

We were in the lab.

I see fear in your eyes.

Don't worry.

This will be over soon.

Oh, I'm scared...
for you.

I know how much
you hate to lose, so...

Said Venus right
before Serena beat her,

like, a dozen times.

You wish you were Serena.

I've won every game today.

I am the Serena Williams...

...of ping-pong.

Curious.

Normally,
MacGyver applies backspin

to his shots
to ensure victory.

But not today.

Is an injury the reason

you're not playing
at full capacity?

Apologies.

Brah.
What?

Have you been letting me win?

Of course not.

All right, yes.

A little bit,
but only 'cause

I was trying to cheer you up
after Leanna.

Is this why you been insisting
we hang out every night?

Look, I've been at this
spy thing a long time.

After you lose someone,

distractions can be
a great thing.

Yeah, okay, but bowling,

putt-putt, horror
movie marathons?

I mean, come on, y-you didn't
have to do all that.

(chuckles lightly)
Points on your bro game,
MacGyver.

Shut up, Sparky.

Hey, man, just trying
to be there for you.

You go to spy school, you meet
the girl of your dreams

and then you have to say
good-bye to serve your country.

That can't be easy.

Yeah. It's been, uh...

...it's been rough.

(cell phone chimes)

Let me guess.

Matty, War Room, now.

Add a few more
exclamation points

and you hit the nail
on the head.

MATTY:
That is a G36 assault rifle.

German-made,
highly lethal.

The CIA is tracking a shipment
of these that were stolen

from a plant in Berlin
last week.

Oh, yeah, I know this gun.

The firing rate
on this bad boy

is incredible. There's-there's
hardly any recoil.

It's made of fiberglass,
reinforced plastic.

It's light, strong.

Extremely deadly.

She's a growler.

Do you need a moment alone
with the video, Dalton?

Mm-mm.

Can I continue?

Yeah, go ahead.

Can you move?

Yeah.

We just received

intel that the shipment is gonna
be sold on the black market,

right here
in our very own backyard.

I'm still trying
to ID the seller,

but we do know the weapons
are being held in a warehouse

outside of L.A.
And since these guns
are on U.S. soil,

the CIA can't
legally retrieve them.

Which is why they've come to us.

Exactly.
We believe that the sale

is going down
within the next 48 hours.

Our mission is

to recover the guns

before the deal goes down and
these weapons hit the streets,

aimed at civilians
and law enforcement.

GREER:
You know what this is?

TURNER: Of course he
knows what it is.

He's just hoping we
don't know what it is.

It's part of an assault rifle.

German, G36.

Forensics found them
all over the warehouse.

Which tells us there was
a large shipment of them

in the building.

Also tells us how you

might've been supplementing
your income

these days.

TURNER: You selling weapons,
MacGyver? You some kind of

wannabe arms dealer?

GREER: If you are, you're
not a very good one, though.

Seems like bad business to
destroy your own merchandise.

I'd say so.

And this...

is what's left of
the bomb you made.

You learn that at EOD?

Or did you come up
with this one by yourself?

You want to say anything now?

MATTY:
If I sound hoarse,

it's because I just finished
yelling at the CIA.

Officially,
they won't accept

any connection to this op.

Okay, then fun
and games are over.

It's time for Oversight
to bring in the sunglass squad.

You know, the ones
with a get-out-of-jail-free-

'cause-I'm-a-secret-agent card?
Those guys.

I already asked, Jack,
and the answer is no.

These are the risks
that we take

when we choose to operate

on U.S. soil.

And if the charges stick
and Mac goes to jail,

we have to let him.
JACK:
Let him?!

Go to jail?!
How can this be happening?

The LAPD can't
possibly have enough

to charge him with murder.

GREER:
That's you,

exiting the warehouse
that blew up.

You care to explain that?

Oh, take your time.

I'm sure
it's surprising for you

since all the security cameras
in the area

mysteriously got knocked out
somehow.
You didn't figure

on the street-view car
driving by as you left, huh?

GREER:
The time stamp puts you

right there,

right about the time
your bomb exploded.

Oh, and we say "your bomb"
because we also found

your fingerprints
on what was left of it.

I want my phone call.

Now.

(Greer laughs)

Oh, you don't get a phone call.

What do you mean
I don't get a phone call?

You would, if we were
just charging you with murder.

A bomb you built
blew up on U.S. soil,

ending an innocent life
and destroying a building.

This isn't just
about murder anymore.

We're charging you
with domestic terrorism.

Strange, isn't it?

Each man's life touches
so many other lives.

When he isn't around, he leaves
an awful hole, doesn't he?

BOZER: What do you mean,
Mac doesn't get a phone call?

The suspect always
gets a phone call.

I know, right?
MATTY:
No, not right.

Not when the charge
is domestic terrorism.

The Patriot Act allows
law enforcement

to suspend the rights
of suspected terrorists

indefinitely. Okay?
And it sounds like

they have enough to make
these charges stick.

Okay. So, now do I
have your permission

to go bust him out of there?

If you want Mac to spend the
rest of his life on the run

from the entire
U.S. intelligence agency,

then go for it.

But if you want

to clear him of these charges,

we need to prove that
he didn't kill George Ramsey.

How?

You just said the LAPD
has all this evidence.

CAGE: Maybe they're
looking at it wrong.

Maybe we can use
the same evidence

to clear his name

once we get access to it.
I think she's talking

to you, Riley. Let's go.
(snaps fingers)

Guys, I'm typing
as fast as I can.

Then type faster.

Okay, the longer that we let
Mac sit in there,

the longer the cops have

to fit the evidence

to their story

and paint Mac as a terrorist.

Special Agent Whittaker, FBI.

You guys don't
waste any time.

Not when it comes
to terrorism.

We'll give you another hour
to complete your interrogation.

Then he's ours.

I'm not who you think I am.

If you're innocent,
tell us who you are.

Not an arms dealer.

Not a terrorist.

I guess we can tack on
"Making False Statements"

and "Obstruction of Justice"
to the charges.

What you are, Mr. MacGyver,
is a jigsaw puzzle.

The picture on the
box looks good,

but lift the lid and
all you'll find inside

are a bunch of
broken pieces.

Your mom died
when you were five.

Dad left when you were ten.

Lots of people
lose their parents.

But they don't all burn down

their high school
football stadium.

That was an accident.

Or a clue...

to who you would
ultimately become.

(scoffs)

In my experience,

highly intelligent children
with abandonment issues,

a history of arson

and an abnormal obsession
with explosives

don't usually wind up
doctors and lawyers.

You've spent
your whole life looking

for somewhere
to put all that anger.

It's just too bad
we didn't catch you

before all that rage cost
an innocent man his life.

There is only one way forward.

You have to tell the truth, son.

I am telling you
the truth, Matty.

We cleared that whole building
before we found those rifles.

That place was empty.

Tell that to the dead guy
they found in the rubble.

Dead guy?

What if the victim was
already dead inside the building

when Mac and Jack
got there?
Yeah.

Yeah, that might
explain why I missed him.

It's a good theory,
but we need proof.

Okay, let's go
over every detail

of what happened
in that warehouse.

Maybe we can find some.

Okay, let's start at the
beginning. Where were you guys?

I was in the van,

knocking out all the
security cameras in the area.

BOZER:
I had eyes on the street,

looking out
for any surprise visitors.

JACK: Me and Mac did a sweep
of the warehouse exterior.

I don't believe you.

Why would I lie about that?

Because, dude, you make up
stuff all the time.

Excuse me? Ten
lords a-leaping.

That's the tenth
day of Christmas.

Mm-mm, I...
doesn't sound right.

Okay, sing it.

* On the first day
of Christmas *

* My true love gave to me

* The dumbest song
ever made. *

I'm not gonna sing it.
It's stupid.

You know what? Christmas
was just made up by Mattel

to sell Hot Wheels, anyway.

Santa's just a bloated
brand ambassador.

Actually, "Christ's Mass" was
first celebrated in Rome in 336,

about a thousand
years before Mattel

started making Hot Wheels.

That-that
proves two things:

one, brainwashing works;
and two,

you make stuff up, dude.

It do...
I-I don't care.

Just let's get on
with the B&E.

Hurry up.

Four calling birds,
three French hens,

two turtle doves
and a partridge?

That's a lot of birds, man.

That's a disappointing
first four days.

If you're my true love,

give me them five rings
on the first day.

I'll wear one,
pawn the other four.

Get the whole family whatever
they want for Christmas.

Are you still talking?

Hey, whoa, whoa, wait, wait.

Dude, what's the matter
with you?

What?

What are you doing?

I'm propping the door open.

Why?
So we can sneak
those guns out

through the same entrance
we came in, dumb-dumb.

You're not the only one who can
think up stuff on the fly,

all right?

I got a brain on me.

All you did was grab
a cinder block...

You know what?

Great job.

What did you see
when you got in?

Nothing special.

Just a regular old warehouse.

I swept the building,
clearing it room by room

while we searched
for those guns.

RILEY: But then, new players
entered the game.

Guys, I got an 18-wheeler
inbound,

with an escort.
Two sedans.

They're still a ways out,

but they're definitely
headed our way.

BOZER: It must be transport
for the weapons.

The deal we thought
was happening in 48 hours?

I think it's going down now.

Mac, Jack, just grab the guns
and get the hell

out of there.

Love to, Riley.

Really would.
Just one

teensy little problem.

Yeah, the deal isn't just sooner
than we expected, it's bigger.

Way bigger.
(sighs)

This is way more guns than
we can just grab and go.

I don't suppose you
can make a forklift

out of any of this stuff
laying around, could you?

(chuckles)
You know what?

I could build an explosive
to melt these down,

rendering them useless.

Ooh. I love that idea.

But the blast could damage
the structural integrity

of the building,
bringing it down on us.

I hate that idea.

With the amount of time we have,

I don't see any other option.

All right, well,
you do your thing, kid.

I'll see if I can buy us
some time, yeah?

JACK:
So I went to barricade the door

with the cinder block, you know,

to try slow those bad guys down

while Mac cooked up
the boom-boom sauce.

CAGE: What did
you do after

you barricaded the door?

JACK:
Well, yeah, that's...

that's the thing.

When I got there,
the door was closed.

Somebody must've...

moved the cinder block.

Why didn't you
mention this before?

I don't know, Cage,
it didn't really register.

I was trying to keep
those guys at bay.

I was planning on passing out
a lot of knuckle sandwiches.

Cinder blocks don't just move
by themselves, Jack.

I know.
Someone must've entered

the warehouse after you did.

Someone like George Ramsey.

Or whoever killed him.

Well, we need to find out.

Riley, how's it coming

with the LAPD hack?
Yep, hang on.

Finally found
the right computer.

Just need to find
his case file, and...

That's him?

That's the victim?

That's George Ramsey?

MATTY:
Yeah. Why?

I've seen that guy before.
Where?

I'll help you, Jack.

Headed to the back door now.

(tires screeching)

(engine roars)

(tires screeching)

But if George Ramsey was driving
away when the building

came down, then...
then Mac didn't kill him.

Means someone else did,
and they got his body

and put it in the warehouse.

But who? And why?

Well, that's what
we're gonna figure out.

That's how we're gonna save Mac.

*

This interview's over. I'd like
a word alone with my client.
Whoa, who the hell are you?

GREER: You can't just
barge in here.
JACK: Roger Preston,

attorney at law. I'm surprised
you don't recognize me

from my client's Christmas party

you so rudely
interrupted.

Your client is being held

on suspicion of
domestic terrorism.

That doesn't abrogate his Sixth
Amendment right to counsel

as affirmed
by Hamdi v. Rumsfeld.

Look it up.

So are we gonna continue
to violate said rights,

or can I have
that word alone I requested?

Did I say "please"? Please?

Fine.

But I'd advise
your client

to cooperate with us.
Thank you, Detective.

I'll take it from here.

(whistles)

You do great work, gentlemen.

Appreciate you.

Can't believe
that actually worked.

I really hope you know
what you're doing.

Don't worry,
Riley cut the, uh, cameras

and the speakers to
the observation room,

so we're all good.
Besides,

whatever we talk about

falls under lawyer-client
confidentiality,

so...
(pops lips)

(laughs)

That was impressive.

Where'd you learn
all that legalese?

Oh, Matty. She made me memorize
it phonetically.

I have no earthly idea
what I just said.

So, like I said,
Riley hacked the LAPD network,

gave your file
a little look-see,

and that's when Bozer said
he saw that dude,

the victim,

leaving the warehouse,
before it went kaboom.

Really? He wasn't in the...

I didn't kill him?

No, you didn't kill him.
Of course not.

But we still
have to prove it.

That's where your EOD
training comes in, okay?

You have to prove that a guy
found dead inside of a building

was actually alive outside of it
before the bomb went off.

Get me?

Go.

(handcuffs clatter)

My tie straight?

Wait a second.

That's where
they found the body?

Yeah.
He's way too close.

Yeah, well, that's kind of
the problem, now, isn't it?

No, I mean,

he couldn't have been
that close to the blast

when the bomb went off.

Look. This guy,

he should be covered,
at that distance,

in secondary blast injuries.

Hundreds of tiny little wounds
caused by flying debris.

But he doesn't have any.

Hmm.
I don't know where
George Ramsey died,

but it wasn't there.

Whoever killed
George

brought in his body
and covered him in debris.

Webber. Dalton here.

Hey, our boy figured it out.

He confirmed he didn't do it.

Speaker.

Right.

MATTY: Okay, but Mac
can't exactly serve

as an expert witness
at his own trial.

In order to clear him,
we have to find the real killer.

JACK:
Yeah, well, how are we supposed

to do that? It's not like
we have a ton of leads.

Actually, I might have one.

Yeah.

All right, I-I never really know
if I'm gonna find what I need

to make... well,
whatever it is I need.

But this time, I got lucky.

Too lucky.

Matches...

...and aluminum foil
are everywhere.

But sodium hydroxide?

Doesn't exactly grow on trees.

Neither does tin foil.

N-Not to nitpick,

but that doesn't grow on trees.

I was in a hurry,

calculating exothermic reaction
rates in my head,

so I didn't really think
about it at the time.

But along with sodium hydroxide,

I also found... cold medicine

and nail polish remover,

which can only mean one thing.

You know, Mac, as much
as I love it when you launch

into a lecture I
barely understand,

but we're kind of
on the clock here,

so what's the point?

Methamphetamine, Jack.

Ooh.
Nail polish remover,

cold medicine
and sodium hydroxide

are all key ingredients
in the synthesis of meth.

Wait a minute, now.
What you're saying is,

our badass group of
international arms dealers

is really a not so badass group

of low-rent
methamphetamine dealers?

MATTY:
No.

Not low-rent. Not anymore.

The meth business
in the U.S. has changed.

A recent run of DEA busts left
a manufacturing hole

that the La Ola Cartel

stepped in to fill.

When I first dug
into the warehouse,

I hit a nest of shell companies,

which led me
to warehouse owner H. Ruiz.

But searching
just "H. Ruiz"

turned up over 20,000 hits.

Now that I know those shells
are tied a Mexican drug cartel,

I can search H. Ruiz
in the DEA database, and...

(typing)

...here's Hector Ruiz.

A lieutenant
in La Ola,

and owner of the warehouse
in question.

If the cartel owned
the warehouse,

then George Ramsey worked
for them.

And maybe he was more
than just a maintenance man.

Maybe he kept an eye
on all of their contraband.

But when we broke in...

He knew he was outnumbered,

so instead of protect the stash,
he bugged out on his bike.

Almost running me over
in the process.

So the cartel killed him
as punishment for fleeing,

and then dumped his body
in the rubble.

(sighing):
Oh, hell, yeah.

What?

Oh, this is all
starting to make sense.

Now all we need
is proof

to convince Joe Thursday
out there.

Hey, I tell you what.

Matty, I'm gonna come back
to the Phoenix,

and we're gonna go have
a heart-to-heart

with this
Hector Ruiz fella, yeah?

MATTY:
Good idea, Jack.

All right.

And you... sit tight.

When I come back,

we're gonna be leaving here.

Together.

Time to get into character.

Somebody say "action"?

Action?

There it is.

(clears throat)

Good talk,
I'll see you in court.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear!

JACK:
Clear.

Hector's not home, boss.

Toss this place.

I want to know
where this guy is right now.

Well, you were right.

Something was definitely
off about that lawyer.

His Web site and address
check out,

but I called a friend
over in the DA's office.

No one's ever heard
of "Roger Preston,

attorney at law."

So either MacGyver's lawyer
never once crossed paths

with the DA's office...

Or he's not
a lawyer at all.

I called the bar association.

There's no Roger Preston
registered in California.

I think it's time we had
a little talk with him.

All right.

Not in there.

Been in there too long.

He's too comfortable.

Is the basement
still being renovated?

Well, if you call the department
running out of money

and abandoning
the project

"still being renovated," sure.
Place is a mess, though.

No one's been down there
for weeks.

Sounds perfect.

Okay. I got some kind

of weird printer here.

That's an ID card printer.

With the right software,
you can make a...

Uh-oh.

What is it?

Guy made himself

a fake police ID.

We need to get to Mac.

We can't do that

without breaking cover.

I don't care.
Mac's life is more important.

Jack, go save our boy.

Yes, ma'am.

RECEPTIONIST:
Go ahead, Officer Rivera.

*

(gun hammer clicks)

Pardon our dust.

He's all yours.

Maybe you can get more
out of him than I did.

(silenced gunshots)

Cover, cover, cover!

(cries out)

Friend of yours?

He's here to kill me.

He's La Ola Cartel.

They own the warehouse.

So now you start talking.
(scoffs)

Where's your weapon?

It's locked in my desk.

Mine, too.
We got about 20 seconds

before our friend
figures that out.

But we still have bullets.

What good are bullets
with no gun?

You wanted to know who I am.

Let me show you.

Actually,
I'm gonna need everything

that you guys have.
Thank you.

(handcuffs loosen)

Okay, what exactly
are you gonna do?

Save our lives...

I hope.

(man groaning)

(grunts)

Ah, excuse me.

Hand over your suspect!

And you can both
go home tonight.

It's a win-win for everyone.

Everyone except the blonde guy.

Hold it,
right there.

What the hell was that?

An exploding dart.

(grunts):
Made with gunpowder

and a blasting cap taken
from a bullet

and a ballpoint pen.

Don't worry.

They're with me.

(camera shutter clicking)

GREER:
We're charging Ruiz

with the murder of George Ramsey
and three FBI agents.

And we got
an anonymous e-mail,

detailing both
the cartel's methamphetamine

and arms dealing operations.

Which suggests...

the blast that brought down
their warehouse

was just another
meth lab explosion.

And as for you...

We could charge you with

impersonating
an officer of the court

and obstruction of justice.

Who, me?

But we're gonna give you
a warning instead.

You're both free to go.
Hmm.

That is a Christmas miracle.

One last question, though...
Yep.

What is it you do, exactly?

I sell bathroom tile.
I work at a think tank.

Merry Christmas, Mr. MacGyver.

Merry Christmas,
Detective Greer.

Turner.

("Joy to the World" playing)
(train whistle toots)

MATTY:
Okay, that's right.

I sent Cage in
as a "social worker"

to talk to Ruiz.

She convinced him
to flip on the cartel.

He's laying out
the entire operation for us.

Way to go, Cage.

Yeah, the day keeps getting
better and better, doesn't it?

And what better way
to celebrate...

than with some reheated
Christmas pastrami.

It's like fine wine, it...

it only gets
better with age.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Christmas pastrami?

I mean, who eats pastrami
on Christmas?

Ha. Well, I'm-I'm glad
you asked, Matilda.

See, it all started back in '93

in a little place
called Mission City,

during a freak snowstorm.

I was a little child...
Yeah, I'm out.

Yeah, I would love to hear
the rest of that story.

I'm sure that's delicious.

Uh, another time.

You and me.

So, I was a little boy...

See what the old Chimney Slider
brought you this year, Ri.

Oh, man.
(train whistle toots)

This is from your dad.

Wow.
And this...

this is from me.

It's not breakable.

(chuckles)

Your, uh, your wrapping skills
could use some work.

Yeah, well, not to sound like
an after-school special,

but it's the thought
that counts.

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.

("Angels We Have Heard on High"
playing)

(person slowly whistling
"Jingle Bells")

Mac?

(whistling continues)

Are you seriously trying to
repeat what you did with Jack?

Mac?

Murdoc.

Ho ho ho.

(grunts)

(groaning)

(gasps)

Oh...

Last time I shot you,
you were wearing a vest.

Not this time.

(coughs)

I'll leave you to die now.

(door opens, slams)

(groans)

("Jingle Bells" playing)

Heard the good news
about Hector.

Only you can get
arrested for murder

and end up taking down
a major cartel, Mac.

I got you something.

(box rattles)

What is it?

Open it up.

Paper clips.

Hey.

I know that I put the kibosh

on your sculptures
when I took over,

but, if they help you
to think...

I think it's time
to let MacGyver be MacGyver.

You sure?

With everything that
just happened, I... (sighs)

I don't know.

I'm beginning to wonder if
the way that I do things...

Okay, I'm gonna
stop you right there.

I know that I had my doubts
about you at first.

But you convinced me
to ignore them.

All of them.

And I am so glad that you did.

Because now,

there's no one that I trust
more than you, Mac.

(chuckles softly)

That kind of trust...

we should probably be honest
with each other, right?

BOZER:
Mac...

this gift wasn't
under the tree yesterday...

and it's for you.

This is from my dad.

How do you know?

MacGYVER:
This wrapping paper,

he used it on the last gift
that he gave me.

I just, I know. Um...

If you guys don't mind,
I-I, uh...

I need to do this alone.

(phone buzzing)

Cage?

(Cage whimpers, moans)

Cage?

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