MacGyver

Brazilian walnut floors throughout,

recessed lighting in both the living room and the dining room,

postmodern,

contemporary chandelier...

I'm sorry, I thought this building was empty.

We're showing units early,

by appointment only...

Which room is the farthest from the front door?

The playroom. Or a study, if you two aren't...

- Hey, I need you guys in there now. - Why?

That's why.

- Come on. Let's go. - Go, go, go.

I don't understand. Who are you people?

Look, we don't have time to explain. Just stay in here,

- and don't make a sound, okay? - For your own safety,

lock the door behind you, don't let anyone in

until we tell you to, and, uh, I'm gonna need your belt...

I'm assuming you have one... That purse, this squirt gun,

and these stuffed animals.

Thank you. Thank you, sir.

We'll be right back.

Honestly? I don't know. Just come here fast.

AbuStar Tower One, unit 4642.

It's safe.

You guys can come out now.

I called the police.

- They're on their way. - That's great.

When they get here, tell them to arrest these men,

obviously, and if they have any further questions,

to call Matty Webber

at the Phoenix Foundation in Los Angeles.

Oh, and good luck with the listing.

Yes, it's a lovely home.

Bit of a fixer-upper, but lovely.

Cup of coffee...

Egg salad sandwich, a side of home fries.

Will it just be you again?

Looks that way.

Okay.

Ooh.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised

you're really good at this game.

Actually, War requires zero skill or strategy,

as you see there. It's all luck.

But don't tell Jack. He thinks he has a gift.

It's really entertaining to me.

I guess I'll have to play him when he gets back from D.C.

If he gets back.

Only Jack could wind up having to explain

to the Secretary of Defense

why he stole some Russian weapons for an ex-dictator.

Well, I bet that meeting's not awkward at all.

Speaking of awkward meetings,

you know it's after 1:00 in L.A., right?

Yeah, so?

It's Friday.

What's your point?

Did you tell him exfil got pushed

and we left later than expected?

Oh. Must have slipped my mind.

So your father's just waiting there in that diner,

like he does every Friday,

- hoping you show up? - He said to drop by

when I was ready, and I'm still not ready.

That's fair enough.

But you could have called, so he knew not to wait.

I waited 18 years for him, Riley.

So now you're going to make him wait that long?

Are we changing course?

Definitely adjusting our heading.

Sit down, Blondie, I can explain.

Something's come up.

Something very time-sensitive.

And with Jack in D.C.,

and Leanna on another op stateside,

you two are my closest Phoenix agents to the problem.

Bozer, show our contestants what they've won.

Rebels are taking over the city of Tago in Georgia.

They're blocking supplies and humanitarian aid from reaching

innocent civilians.

This was posted on the Web 20 minutes ago.

My name is Dr. Lena Nakani.

I am chief medical officer at Georgian Children's Hospital.

Two days ago, rebels entered Tago,

forcing many to flee the city.

Supplies stopped showing up,

including our weekly shipment of liquid oxygen.

Currently, we have 12 patients

who require ventilator assistance to breathe.

Which means, if a tanker of oxygen

doesn't arrive here in ten hours,

these children will die.

I am reaching out to the international community

for help.

If anyone sees this, please, they need you.

Okay, we're in.

Do we have any idea where this tanker is?

That's the million-dollar question.

Our intel suggests that the driver

fled the violence

and abandoned it.

The hospital can't get a replacement

because the only oxygen plant in the area shut down

after its employees stopped showing up to work.

So they couldn't find another driver?

They tried.

No one wants the job

now that rebels have taken over.

And-and what about airlifting the oxygen to the hospital?

That would work if the rebels hadn't seized

Georgia's anti-aircraft guns.

They're shooting down everything flying into the region.

Delivery by land is the only option.

Which is where we come in.

Correct. You two need to find that missing tanker

and get it to that hospital,

before it's too late.

The tanker itself is old.

It has no GPS locator.

So our best guess is that it was

abandoned somewhere on the main road

between the oxygen plant and the hospital.

You touch down in four hours.

That leaves you six hours to find a needle in a haystack,

drive it past an army of violent rebels

in time to save 12 innocent children.

- No pressure or anything. - Nope.

None at all.

Hey, guys, just a heads-up.

You should be entering rebel territory

right about now.

You don't say.

_

Let me guess, text from your dad?

Yeah. Asking about lunch sometime next week.

And you're not even gonna reply?

Oh, come on, Mac.

Would one lunch be so bad?

Thank you, Riley. I've been asking him

that same question for weeks.

Matty, maybe you can talk some sense into him.

You want me to advise my agent

on his relationship with my boss?

Mm-hmm.

Tempting, but pass.

MacGYVER: Look, guys,

I'm avoiding this lunch because I don't want to sit

and make small talk and pretend like

everything's normal when it's not.

And before you say it's payback,

the guy left me.

I just... I'm not ready to forgive him yet.

I hear you, I hear you.

But this is a chance for you to work on your relationship,

like I am with my father.

And I know you have unanswered questions for him,

so something tells me there's a deeper reason

you're avoiding him.

Dang.

Check out Ms. Freud over here.

You gonna tell us what it is, Mac?

Or are you gonna make us guess?

Bozer, didn't you say that tanker truck was

- silver and blue? - Way to dodge the question.

Yeah. Why?

I think we just found it.

Who steals a tanker of oxygen?

Pull up next to the cab, and let's find out.

Pull over. Pull over!

Okay, yelling at him didn't work.

So how do we make him stop this truck?

We don't.

We stop it for him.

Pretty sure that's Mac code for "I'm about to do something

- really dangerous." - Yeah.

Get as close to the cab as you can, and don't swerve.

Okay. Don't swerve.

Don't swerve. Don't swerve.

I said, "Don't swerve!"

I'm not.

Drop it.

Drop it.

Thank you.

Now, what were you doing stealing this truck?

I'm not stealing it.

Then what would you call what you were doing?

I'm delivering.

Lives depending on this oxygen.

Where were you taking it, then?

To its original destination: the children's hospital.

Yes, it's true.

My son is, uh, is-is patient.

He... Look, he...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - No. It's-it's okay.

It's photo. My...

Photo, my son.

Before he was hospitalized.

When my wife and I learned that the shipment wasn't coming,

I decided to...

Track the truck down and deliver it yourself?