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♪ One, two, three, four ♪

♪ Pick your feet up off
the floor, let's do it ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Feel love pull me in ♪

♪ Hope this moment never ends,
don't lose it ♪

♪ Yeah... ♪

Taylor, what's going on?

Hurry, it's starting.

♪ Going up ♪

♪ Straight up to the top Uh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, going up... ♪

All right,
that was a good jab

I'll give you that.

Mac, I'm trained in six
different martial arts.

- You sure you don't want to quit?
- I'm pretty tough.

- I can take it.
- So, you're saying you want to get hurt?

♪ Big time, here we go ♪

♪ Got that fire in our soul,
let's move it... ♪

See, fighting is basically
physics and biology, Dez.

Every action has an
equaland opposite reaction.

It all comes down
to snap judgments

based on strength...

velocity and...

- ...balance.
- Oh, no!

Look at that,
you finally swept me

- off my feet.
- Yeah, well...

♪ Going up...

Cheap shot, huh?

You swept the leg.

All's fair in love and war,
right?

300 on Desi.

Oh, that's a no-brainer.

I'll take those odds.

Look, if I've learned one thing

it's never bet against...

Never mind.

*MAcGYVER *
Season 04 Episode 08

Episode Title:
"Father + Son + Father + Matriarch"

Aired on:
April 03, 2020

An explosive device

was detonated in a federal
building early this morning

in downtown Los Angeles.

What you're seeing is cell phone
footage captured at the scene.

No fatalities yet reported,

and authorities have
no further information...

I'm getting files
routed from the FBI now.

So it's not a gas main, then?

No,
the way the blasts detonated,

they were controlled.
It was a series of devices.

That bomb was just
a few blocks from here.

Someone...

is sending a message.

Dad.

Angus.

It's good to see you.

Yeah.

You, too.

Your father had some

theories on the bomber,
so I had him come in.

Russ Taylor.
Russ!

Good to finally meet
you face-to-face.

Well, you left some
rather big shoes to fill.

So you have an idea
who this guy is?

Mason.

Mason? Mason,

the former FBI psychothat
infiltrated Phoenix?

That's the one.

Career FBI,

before that, decorated soldier,

awarded a purple heart.

All before branching out

into the psychopathic
revenge killings.

I've been tracking him.

He's somewhere near here,
Los Angeles.

It would've been
his son's 30th birthday.

Ballistics came back

on the device
used this morning.

Oh, yeah.

This is asymmetrical timing,
old-school blasting caps.

It definitely lookslike his handiwork.

Except for one thing.

The blast site
is an empty building.

No casualties.

Not exactly Mason's style.

I connected Mason

to three aliases.

One of them, Theodore Ramse,

is the name on this
propertyoutside of Needles,

a couple hours from here.

And there's this.

Taken yesterday
inside of a bank,

just one block
from the blast sight.

All this to send us
a message, huh?

Hmm, not "us."

Just me and Dad, right?

That's why I want you
to come with me to get him.

Why not just send
the FBI to pick him up?

Because Mason has friends

in the FBI...
He catches wind of this,

we'll lose him again.

Not to
mention, Mason's

our mess, we should be
the ones to clean it up.

Listen,
about that other thing, Matty,

I want you to
stay on it.

You're onto something.

Russ.
Nice to meet you.

Bozer, Desi, I want
you to look

into any of Mason's
known contacts

in the area.
Riley?

Go a layer deeper

on those surveillance
scans, okay?

NSA systems,

here I come.

Okay, well, I willsee you later, then?

Why, you have something
more pressing?

Yes.

Care to elaborate?

No.

All right.

Would you please close
the door on your way out?

Pleasure.

Happy belated birthday,
by the way.

I called.

I know.

Well, you know,
phones go both ways.

Oh.

You made it clear
you didn't want to talk to me,

- because...
- well...

Because you traded
Mason's son's life for mine.

Because you...
put that on my head.

You never gave me
a choice in the matter.

You played God.

And now, here we are,
after Mason again.

Mason's son wasa good soldier,

but he was expendable.

I know that's hard,
but it's true.

You were the invaluable
asset that day.

Mason's son died
so you could live

and continue
your work,

saving countless lives.

Sometimes you got
to do the wrong thing

for the right reason,
and you know what?

I'd make the same
damn choice all over again.

Operator 187.

Yes, it's Matilda.

Clearance level Q17.

Not available.

Tell him I'll wait.

Message, please?

Okay, fine.

The message is:
"Call me.

It's about File 47."

Okay,
so this road should lead us to

the property leased
under Mason's alias.

You know, I was gonna retire
in a place like this.

A little farther east.

Big lake.

Fish.

Sounds nice.

Yeah, you and me.

On a boat.

We went fishing
exactly once.

I wouldn't say it was our thing.

I should've been more...

Stop.

Stop, just, you keep acting
like there's something to fix.

There's nothing
to fix between us.

I grew up without a dad,
that's just how it was.

No dad.

No mom, either.

She would've been here
if she could've.

We never talk about her.

That's what families do,
you know?

Talk about things,
even the hard stuff.

Okay.

The hard stuff?

The cancer's back.

Doctors say I have
a couple months to live,

at best.

Mac!

Look out!

Is that
what I think it is?

If you think it's

a remote control
anti-personnel mine,

magnetically attached
to the hood of my truck,

then, yes, it's exactly
what you think it is.

Mason set up a trap
for anyone coming his way.

At least we know he's here.

Phoenix, we have a problem.

Phoenix?

Riley, are... are you there?
Do you copy?

Nothing.

He's jamming our signal.

Do you see

that metal box on top?

Yeah, it's a motion sensor...
We get out...

it goes off.

So we're trapped.

Mac? Mac, can you hear me?

- Mac!
- What's wrong?

I don't know... his comm went dead,

and now
I have no signal.

There's too much
tree cover.

Can't make anything out.

I'm gonna enhance
the receiver.

Nothing.

We lost them.

All right, well,
we can't just sit here.

- What, you're not gonna...
- Short it out? Yes.

It'll set off the charge. Maybe,
but it's better

than waiting out the whims

of a dangerous psychopath
with a remote

control, so...

So, let's play the odds.

Yeah.

Speaker wire?

That's a little flimsy,
don't you think?

As good a conductor as any.

You're gonna need
a control rod.

How about this? Hockey?

Yeah.

It's Desi's.

I can't believe you didn't
tell me about the cancer.

I just did.

That was... absolute
worst timing.

Is there a good time
for cancer?

Yes, there's,
there's better times.

I'm-I'm not good
at this stuff.

I'm sorry, but I-I-I just,
I never know what to say.

Can we just start over?

Right here, right now.

Day one.

We already did that.

Well, I'm...
I'm willing to try again.

Have you boosted
their comms signal?

Four times already,
and they're still down.

Nothing's working.

Anything yet? Working on it.

Nothing on Mason
from any known contacts.

If he's in the city,
he's laying low.

Hang on, there's a clearing
in the tree cover to the east.

I'm gonna re-route
another satellite.

You're not gonna be
re-routing anything.

Riley, right?

Shut her down, all of it.

Hello. Russ Taylor,

owner of everything you're
trying to shut down.

Who the hell are you,
and on whose authority?

CIA, by order

of the executive branch.

I said shut her down,
and I won't repeat myself.

I don't work for you.

Oh.Hey!

Stand down!

You're gonna want to be cool.

We're in the middle
of an operation here, Burke.

Not anymore
you're not, Webber.

Of course you two
know each other.

Bring her
to an interrogation room.

I'll show you the way.

Matty.

I got this.

Russ,
what the hell is going on?

I don't know.

So this means Mac
and Oversight are just...

They're on their own.

Steady. Steady...

Now!

Nice.

Well done.

Let's just get out of here.

I shorted out the
electrical system.

So I guess we're walking.

Love this truck.

So what are
we doing now?

Oh, I'm not stopping'
till I find Mason.

Hey, Dad, I, uh...

Look, I'm-I'm... I'm sorry
for not telling you about it.

I was just gonna say,
I should have been there.

And done what?

Sit by my bedside?

Look, I'm-I'm... I'm doing
pretty good right now.

Look, I know
I wasn't exactly...

father of the year.

We can't change the past.

I couldn't have
said it better myself.

And now that we've all gathered
here today,

why don't we just takea
little walk down memory lane?

I figured it might be you

crawling out of your hole
on this one.

But it's a corner hole
on the twenty-fourth floor

with my own bathroom
and a view of downtown.

Well, I am sorry
to hear about your success.

What do you know about
File 47?

Oh. I thought we were still
throwing warmup pitches.

Oh, you're gonna tell me what
I want to know, and quickly,

or this whole
candy store operation

- is gonna be closed for good.
- On what grounds?

Stealing a top secret
project from DARPA.

Well-documented set up.

Operating
in two foreign countries

without government permission:

Moldova and Italy.

Now there's a career-ending
stain on your résumé.

I don't know much
about File 47.

But you do know about it,
which is way more

than anyone is supposed to.

What I know is that
it had something to do

with a long-term plan
to combat global threats,

from climate change
to unstable governments

and everything in between.

How did you find out
about it?

You know, I figured
this was coming,

which is why I checked
into the occupancy

of our California black
sites on the way over.

And there's plenty of vacancies.

So I wonder
how long Matty the Hun

can withstand
a little...

enhanced interrogation.

Right. This is ridiculous.

I'm ordering all of you
back to work.

Do not touch that laptop.

Your operation's on
a government-ordered lockdown.

Right.
Enough of this humbug.

I can't let you...

Uh-uh!

Mike? Russ.

I wonder if you can help me out
with my current predicament.

I've got a bit of
a sitch with the CIA.

I like it. Rustic.

Very stark.

You know our team's gonna
come looking for us, right?

You know, I don't really care.

Today's my son's
30th birthday.

At least it would have
beenif it wasn't for him.

Look, you want to settle this thing
between us,

let's do it, but leave
Angus out of it.

I knew you two would come
looking for me.

It's hardto stay off
the grid these days.

It'd be a lot easier

if you didn't blow up
that building.

What building?

Downtown.

You wanted our attention.
You got it.

I haven't been to the city
in months.

We have you
on security footage yesterday.

Your truck is dead,
I have this gun.

Why would I be lying
to you now?

The only reason
I came out looking

for you two is because
you knocked out my receiver.

We didn't knock out
your receiver.

Like I say, I have the gun,
so why are you lying?

Our comms were killed, too.
We thought you did it.

Someone's been jamming
our signal...

Get down!

Friends of yours?

Definitely not!

Who are those guys?

I don't know,
but we got to get out of here.

Maybe we can

make somethingto hold 'em off.

Oh, that works.

Take this,
head for the endof the tunnel.

I've got
a remote detonator.

This should cover our exfil.

- We're supposed to just trust you?
- No, but

the same people shooting at you
are shooting at me,

and I want to find out why.
Go!

Go! Go! Go!

So what's it gonna be, Matilda?

Black site or the truth?

I want to know
what you know about File 47.

Not sorry to interrupt.

I have the secretary of
defense on the phone for you.

- Really?
- Mm.

Hello. Mike?

Yeah.

Hey, listen, Mike, uh,

you want to keep your
nose clean on this one.

Mm-hmm.
Oh, yeah, straight

from the big desk.
All right.

Yeah, listen,
love to Peggy, huh? All right.

Get him out of here.

Hang on.

I demand to be here
with Ms. Webber.

I have the clearance.

Not on this one, you don't.

This is compartmentalized.

Why are you here?

They want to find out
what I know

about something
called "File 47."

A top secret project

initiated by DXS
14 years ago.

Highly sensitive
information.

But the problem

is that Burke here
doesn't know what to ask.

You want to know why?

Because not
even he

knows
what File 47 is.

It's just a big hole

where all this juicy intel
should live.

But what exactly is
that juicy intel?

So you can't tell me anything?

Oh, no, I can tell you
lots of things.

Like how you led
the operation that

killed off everyone involved
in designing File 47,

despite the
fact that

you had no idea

what... it even...

was.

And how do you know
all this?

Let me take
a look at it.

No, it's fine.
Well, it's slowing you down,

and we don't know the area,

so unfortunately... I hate to say this...
but we actually need you.

I've seen my fair share of
shrapnel wounds. Come on.

Removing
shrapnel is tricky business.

Without the right tools,
you can

cause an infection
that's worse than the wound itself.

But shrapnel is metal,
and with an electromagnet,

you can pull it free
without ever having

to expose the wound.

All right,
apply pressure.

It's all we can
do for now.

We'll rest a minute.
Is that what you do?

Just help people,
no matter who they are?

Yeah, well, I try to when I can,
but don't read too far into it.

We're not friends.

Nobody's forgetting what
you did to Charlie.

And I'm not forgetting
my son.

But the same person shooting at you
is shooting at me.

So you got any idea
just who in the hell is trying

to set the three of us up?

We don't have
any common enemies.

And if you really
weren't in L.A.,

somebody deep-faked you
into that security footage.

Somebody with
resources.

It was Codex.

Who?

They're some sort of...
extremist organization.

We don't really know.
Delusions of grandeur.

Ending civilization
kind of stuff.

Well, they're after us,
sowe better keep moving. Let's go.

You realize
you're leaving

two U.S. operatives
in the field in the dark

on an active mission?

That's not my problem, Miss.

You can keep
telling yourself that,

but if they die,
it's on you.

Um...

Sit down.

What is that?

It's my alarm, okay?
I need

to take my meds.
I always forget at lunch.

That's why I set this alarm.
Excuse me.

Yo, this isn't

a choice, okay? I'll die.
They're glycerin

for my heart.

Where are they?

Downstairs in the lab.

Escort him.

Look, don't make me...

This is ourhouse.

You got cords?

Yeah, I got some cords.

Let's find Mac.

- Mac, do you copy?
- Riley?

Where the hellhave you been?

Long story.

CIA came in armed to the teeth

and shut down the whole op.

We don't know why.

Matty and Taylor are
with them now.

So we're in the darkwith
Codex on our heels?

Codex?

- What happened to Mason?
- He's with us.

He had nothing to do
with the explosion in L.A.

Codex set a trap.

I'm pulling up your location.

I got a satellite that's...

Mac, you've got heat
signatures heading your way.

A lot of 'em.
From what direction?

All of them.

Mac?

Angus MacGyver.

Who's asking?

You know who we are.

Someone wants to meet you.

Let's go, let's go. Come on.

We're wheels up in five.

So, what part of the CIA

are you with anyway,
Agent Burke?

He's wet works.

Ah.

The real
off-the-books stuff, eh?

Assassinations
and the like.

Officially, none of
your operations exist.

Yes. But unofficially,
Burke's the best.

He doesn't make mistakes.

Which is why he's
still in business,

even after all
these years.

This photo was taken in 2003,

when this woman was
the lead physicist

on the File 47 project.

Of course, I didn't
know that at the time,

when I took this photo...

before your squad eliminated
all assets

involved in working
on File 47.

You killed...

DXS agents?

Oh. More
than a few.

Isn't that
right, Burke?

But this woman here...

I believed that she had died
in a plane crash.

Lately, I've been suspicious.

And then
I found this.

That's her.

A month ago in Italy.

Looks like you missed one.

Where the hell are we?

Gwen.

I thought you were...

Alive and kicking.

James, you really should see

the look on your face
right now.

Angus.

Finally.

Welcome to Codex.

So,
the CIA killed everyone a part

of the old Phoenix... sorry...

DXS project,

but that person survived.

- How?
- Well,

that's an excellent question.

I'm guessing Codex

stepped in.
Tell us,

Burke, what'd
they promise you?

Power? Money?
What?

Money?

That's so basic.

Did you really think
that I would let you walk in here

with the upper hand?

Here's the deal.

Either I tell Congress
about your kill squad,

or I tell your boss
that your cleanup

wasn't so clean.

What do you want?

If this woman disappeared,

then you helped her
with a new identity.

Help me find her.

Stand down.
We're done here.

Ta-ta, then.
See yourselves out, yeah?

Just down there
to the right.

That intel I gave you...

that's a can of worms you
can't possibly imagine.

Don't underestimate
my imagination.

What the...?

- Where's Carter?
- Oh, uh,

second floor.

Supply closet.

God, I hate this place.

Look for any
information that you can find

on this name.

We lost
Mac and Oversight.

Mac thinks it's... Codex.

He's right.

You find this person,
we'll find them.

So... who is she?

Titan. Head of Codex.

Her name is Gwendolyn Hayes.

Brilliant astrophysicist
and former DXS agent.

She was one of the
chief architects of File 47.

I think it's time you tell us

exactly what the hell
this File 47 is.

Your last name is...

Hayes? Yeah.

Your mother's maiden name.

I'm Auntie Gwen.

I have an aunt?

Had. I thought
she was dead.

Well, guess I didn't make
the family album.

I used to be
just like you, Angus.

I worked for DXS.

I was full of idealism.

- Eager to "build a better world."
- Look, I don't know

what you want,
but leave him out of it.

Leave him out of it?

James,
this is the family business.

Sharing is caring.
You need to work

on that.

I had to set up
poor Mason over here

just to get you
back in his life.

- You set me up?
- I did.

I really did.

Why?

Because the world
is on fire.

The climate's changing,
but noneof us want to change with it.

As a species,
we're devolving.

We used to be...
intellectually curious,

but now
we choose ignorance.

- Gwen, don't.
- Today we censor

scientists.

Nobody cares if
an entire town's

water supply is poisoned,

but you take away
our same-day shipping,

and, ooh...

it's pitchforks and torches.

James...

did you tell your son

about File 47?

He didn't.

'Cause the people
who know about it get killed.

It was a thought
experiment.

An ambitious project

started by some of us
at DXS.

While the rest of us thought
it was insane.

Wait. What...

Tell him.

Go to hell.

Okay, you see this?

Irrational. Afraid.

Holding on to ignorance
despite a gun pointed at his head.

Knowing he's breathing his last
breaths, but he's so stubborn,

he won't budge...
That is us.

That is the human race.

Under the chin.

No, come on.
Dad, just...

47...

is a hypothetical plan

to initiate a series
of natural disasters

that would plunge the world
into chaos.

Destroy the fabric

- of modern society.
- No.

Destroy the shackles
of modern society.

This is a reset switch.

Get the world off oil,

reverse the greenhouse effect...

build a real future.

Energy consumption.
Population growth.

Food shortages.

Refugee migration.

Political upheaval.

You're an engineer.

Does this look
sound to you?

Angus.

Or does this look
like a structure

on the verge of collapse?

Does this look
like a world

that is rising to the challenge?

This...

is the TED Talk from hell.

I'd like to talk with Angus
privately.

You hurt my son,
I'll kill you.

Dad, it's gonna be fine.

James...

I'm already dead.

All right, I got a hit
on Gwendolyn's alias:

Sharon White.

There's a lotof activity here.

Bank transfers, shell corps,
credit cards, donations.

No address or place
of business, though.

This is all buried beneath
a mountain of smoke.

Do you have a location?

Sure, Riley,

just scour the global
communications grid

for one person out of
seven and a half billion.

No problem.

Ah. Isn't she gorgeous?

Truss-Dobsonian optical design.

3.6 focal ratio.

20-inch aperture.

Come have a look.

She's pointed at Icarus,

the farthest star
known to science.

You know the myth?

Daedalus made wings
out of feathers and wax.

He warned his son Icarus
not to fly too close to the sun.

Icarus didn't listen
and melted his wings,

and yada, yada, yada,
scientists have too much hubris,

and we fly too high,
something like that?

No, we're not Icarus.

We're the gods.

You and I, we can end this.

No. Our responsibility

is to contribute to the
progress of mankind.

You sound just like
your mother.

And you have her eyes, too.

Thanks, but I wouldn't know.

Your mother worked for DXS.

All of this
started with her.

File 47 was her idea.

Okay, I got something here.

I found a shell corp

with a deed for a
buildingon a private island.

Well, that could be where
they're keeping Mac

- and Oversight.
- Boze, tell the pilot

to fuel up for Mexico. Desi,
you're with me.

Okay, time's up.

- Let's go.
- Hold on a minute.

I think there's
something wrong.

Oh, you think I'm an idiot?

He's an old man.

He got hit by shrapnel.
Have a little compassion.

Old man, my ass.

Let's go.

No.

I don't believe you.

I don't believe
that my mother

would have wanted this
many people to die.

Nobody wants
people to die.

I don't want
people to die.

Then stop trying to kill them.

You're missing
the big picture.

Your mother saw it.

She had the strength.
She knew what had to be done,

and that's why they
hunted us down.

What-what are... Who?

The CIA.

To them, File 47 was just a
blueprint for the apocalypse,

so they came for us.

Some were car accidents.

Drownings.

Mine was an airplane accident.

I barely survived.

But I was given a new life
by Codex.

- By terrorists.
- Scientists.

Who are willing to do
what needs to be done.

And what is that?

Save the world.

Much as I loathe to say it,

we're gonna need each other.
You got a plan?

Uh, yeah.
Let's shake things up.

Do you think you can work
with these?

Like riding a bicycle.

Here's the ignition fob.

Got it.

Mason!

Well, that wasn't smart.

Trust me, it wasn't for you.
They still got Angus.

You're not going anywhere.

You took a bullet for me.

I'll go get your kid.

If we do nothing,
everyone dies.

If we act, yes,
we lose millions,

but we save the rest.

We've run out of time
to be heroes, Angus.

We have to play God now.

When you accept that,
the rest will be easier.

Every cause has an effect,

so be the butterfly.

Flap your wings

and let the hurricane
begin.

Angus, either you're with us
or you're against us.

It's your choice.

And I think
we both know

it's time for you
to come home.

A telescope like
this has enough magnification power

that if pointed at the Sun,

it could burn out
your retina.

But if pointed at the Moon,

you get just enough light...

Come on!

Let's go!

Dad.

Angus, you g...
you got to know,

your mother never...

never wanted any of this.

She-she was just
doing her job.

We got company.
Where's that ignition fob?

It got hit

when I did.

All right, well,
we can drive out of here.

- Come on, let's go. Let's go!
- No. No. No. Son, they'll just chase us.

Someone's got
to slow them down.

I'll set off
the explosion.

Manually.

No.

No. No, uh, I'll fix this.

Look, uh, we can, uh,
start over.

- T's day one, remember?
- Mm-mm.

Hey, I can't stop them.

You can.

You're
the invaluable asset,

and you have to go.

They're coming.

Angus.

I, uh...

I love you, too, Dad.

Come on, kid. Hey.

Let's go. We got to go. Let's go.

All right.

You got me.

Now you're
probably gonna want to run.

Just in time.

We're leaving. Initiate
Clean Sweep protocol.

Copy. Titan has
initiated Clean Sweep.

Fall back to Site B.

Mason.

Up here, I'm going one way,
and you're going the other.

You got a problem with that?

No.

But the next time I see you,
I promise you,

the answer will not
be the same.

I'm sorry about your father.

I'm sorry about your son.

Hope you get those bastards.

Mac?

Mac!
Uh, yeah.

Was that you?

No. It was them
covering their tracks.

Where's Oversight?

He, uh...

We should go.

So, you knew it was her
the whole time?

No. I didn't know for sure.

But after what Bishop
said to you,

some of their
operating procedures,

patterns that Taylor
was seeing, I...

It all started
to feel familiar.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because of what it meant.

For you, for your father.

I wanted to know
for sure.

So what now?

She's still out there.

We find her.

And we stop them

from doing more harm.

This was an incredible
loss for you.

You should take
some time.

As much time as you need, Mac.
We'll be here.

I don't need time.

The last thing

my father said to me
was that he couldn't stop them

but that I could.

So that's what
I'm gonna do.

- Mac.
- I'll see you tomorrow.

Back to work.

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