Mistari 200 ya kwanza.
- Three, two, one. - Vegas! Ah! Vegas!
- Hold on. Let me try that again. - No, no. It's a good one.
- Let me see it. - It's a keeper. Trust me.
And with that, the seven-year Manniversary trip to Sin City
is officially underway!
- Congratulations. - Yeah.
I don't mean to dampen your mood, but
pretty sure I met you seven and a halfyears ago, 'cause...
Yeah, but the Manniversary doesn't commemorate
the first time we met, dude.
It's commemorates the first time.
'Cause, you stopped being annoying, remember?
Like, for the first six months, I wanted to kick your ass.
Like, I really wanted to choke you out.
- Remember? - I'm glad you clarified that.
Anytime. Now, straighten your tie.
Let's go get a lint roller going or something.
I don't know what's going on here.
And where's your hat? I thought
we were doing the Rat Pack thing.
Let's go. I don't know about the hat.
But I do dig the Rat Pack vibe. I love the suits.
But why are we already wearing them?
'Cause we want to show up in style.
Like real men. That's what real men do when they go to Vegas.
Show that we mean business the minute our feet hit the Strip.
Real men show up in wrinkled suits?
I brought a portable steamer.
Oh. Yeah, I got it all covered.
All you have to do is sit back, relax,
and enjoy some well-deserved time off.
Yeah, until Matty calls us in for another mission.
I got that covered, too.
All I had to do was explain
the sacred nature of the Manniversary,
and she promised me she wouldn't call us
unless we're the only ones
standing in the way of the apocalypse.
I don't mean like the end of the world. I mean the zombie apocalypse.
The real one.
Oh.
Get fired up.
All right.
Vegas!
Baby, let's go.
First, we're gonna check in at the Excalibur,
where I've reserved the much-coveted Lancelot Suite.
Then we begin our tour
of the best buffets on the Strip.
Spoiler alert: There's eight of 'em.
Followed up by a ride
on the fastest roller coaster in Las Vegas.
Wait, wait. Y-You want to ride a roller coaster
after we've eaten at eight buffets?
Mm, I love a good challenge.
Then we put that big brain of yours
to work on the blackjack table.
Nope. We talked about this. Counting cards is cheating.
If you get caught. We're not gonna get caught.
Stop interrupting. So, after we win big on the table,
we're gonna celebrate with a 32-ounce
bone-in, tomahawk porterhouse.
Yeah, and finally, ending our first night with
a show, a show of your choosing.
What?
- Mm-hmm. - I get a choice?
Yeah, as long as it's the Legends of Metal tribute
or the Blue Man Group, which, really,
I think there is no choice there.
It's Legends of Metal the whole way, right?
- No argument there. - Nice.
Does this itinerary involve any pool time? Maybe day two?
I'd like to do some actual relaxing on this trip.
Ah, Mac, we're from SoCal. We can relax,
soaking up rays by the pool anytime.
This is Las Vegas, baby. We got to turn it up!
Except we never do any of that,
'cause anytime we try to relax...
*MacGyver (2016)* Season 03 Episode 11
Episode Title : "Mac + Fallout + Jack"
Synchronized by srjanapala
All right.
Right this way. Watch your step.
- Okay. - Uh-huh.
Okay. Open 'em.
I thought we were going to lunch.
Just a little detour. I wanted to get your opinion on this
move-in-ready, one bedroom with covered parking,
coin-operated laundry, in a very walkable neighborhood.
Are you moving out of Mac's?
Just tell me what you think.
I mean,
uh...
it's great natural light.
Oh.
But if you're seriously thinking of moving in here, babe,
there needs to be new paint, new baseboards.
It needs work.
All easily done.
And I'm seriously thinking about moving in.
But only on one condition.
You move in with me.
I've never felt this way about anyone, Leanna.
And I'm ready to take us to the next level.
Are you?
Well, uh...
"Well."
Not exactlywhat I was hoping to hear.
It's a big step, Bozer,
and, uh, you know I'm not an impulsive woman.
You just caught me by surprise, so...
I need time to think about it.
- Go. Yeah, yeah. - Yeah...
Like five minutes? Ten? Over lunch?
Matty needs us.
Uh, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
Sorry. We were just...
Not now, Bozer. With Mac and Jack
off to Vegas, I'm sending you three on
- a time-sensitive op. - What's going on?
This is Naveed Bin Dajani,
member of the royal Bahraini family
and a suspected terrorist leader, thought to have
over a dozen cells around the globe.
Phoenix just intercepted intel
that he's been transporting data
detailing his network's illicit finances
to bankers in Western Europe.
Bin Dajani won't get caught
with this data himself, so his niece,
Princess Zahra, has agreed to play courier.
Everything we need to crush his network is in her hands,
or rather,
shall I say, around her neck.
Interesting place for a hard drive.
The data isn't on a hard drive. It's been encoded onto this.
Her diamond necklace? That's a seriously huge rock.
6.4 carats.
Worth 200 grand
to any jeweler, but priceless to us
because Bin Dajani used a new technology
to encode his network's data onto the gem.
How is that even possible?
Colored lasers negatively charge tiny defects in the...
You know what? Ask Mac when he's back.
The bottom line is the tech works,
and the data in her possession needs to be in ours.
Okay, so what's the plan?
The princess is meeting
with her uncle's bankers in Zurich
in 72 hours, but as a cover,
her trip starts with a two-day shopping spree in Milan.
The princess booked a hotel suite where couture designers
will privately show her their latest collections.
You three will infiltrate the suite,
copy the data off the diamond,
and then permanently erase it off the stone.
So we're stealing the information
without anyone ever knowing what happened.
Yup. And we're going undercover
as what, fashionistas?
Hell yeah!
Sounds like a trip to Rodeo Drive is in order.
Gonna need some new clothes to blend in with all the...
All you'll need
are black polyester pants and a matching vest.
You'll be working as hotel caterers
during the princess's private showings.
And how exactly
are we doing this copying and erasing?
Our lab techs specially designed
this diamond scanner and degausser.
So just connect the diamond,
plug your USB into a tablet,
and the encoded data will be uploaded
to a Phoenix server, and then permanently
erased off the stone. Okay.
Wheels up in 20.
Ciao, bellas.
That means bye-bye.
Jack.
Jack!
Jack.
You okay?
I don't know.
I don't know. I think so.
What the hell is this place?
Some sort of prison?
Or worse.
It's no use.
The shackles are a carbon alloy.
They're what? They're really, really strong.
So I can't break 'em?
Well, you could've mentioned that
before I wore myself out. Thanks a lot.
You know, I'm feeling really woozy here.
You know, like I got a hangover.
You feel like you got a hangover?
- What is that? - Yeah.
- My head is throbbing, and... - Yeah.
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