MacGyver

Hurry up, man. My legs are going numb.

You got to pull harder this time. Come on.

Why don't you just suck in your gut?

You made it through fine before.

No, no, that ain't the problem. It's that gi... Oh!

That giganto hard drive we stole

off the Iranian secret police

is still in my pocket.

Come on, man. I don't want to go out like Winnie the Pooh here.

Dazzle me with some brilliance, will you?

Okay. Okay. This might work.

Pee your pants.

Pee my pants?

Yes. It'll reduce the circumference of your waist.

I don't care how much

science you throw at me.

I ain't gonna be remembered as the agent who got stuck

in a wall and peed his damn pants.

I'd rather you just punch me in the face.

Yeah, that might loosen me up,

like-like banging a jar of jelly on the counter or something.

You know, I don't want to eat my teeth, but like

a short right cross or something.

Oh, so much for getting this done

before the secret police found us.

Okay, okay, no more messing around.

Punch me in the face.

- I'm not gonna hit you. - Come on.

I'm giving you permission. Just do it!

Mac, they have literally released the hounds,

and all the parts of me I care about most

are on the other side of this wall.

It's a block and tackle. Put your hands through.

Yeah. Okay. Here we go. All right.

Now, the pipes

are gonna act as a pulley,

increasing mechanical advantage...

Mac, Mac, I don't care

how it works. Okay? Just pull.

Pull, okay?

All right.

Oh! Oh, wait.

Is it too late to pee my pants?

You don't need my permission.

Are you sure about this?

Yeah. Yeah, just pull and twist, trust me.

You know, when you asked me to come over

to help you out with something,

I assumed you had a computer problem, but this is...

- extremely weird. - No.

Weird is being asked to lubricate yourself

- to get through a hole in the wall. - What?

Forget it. Look, I've been throwing this shoulder out

since fifth grade. I'm barely gonna feel it.

Now stop being a nervous Nellie

and just...

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

- Are you okay? - Yeah, you did great, Janet.

- That's not my name. - That's super.

Super. I'll see you back at work.

Are you seriously not gonna tell me why we just did that?

Sorry. No, no. It's just...

need-to-know, super spy stuff.

Okay? Later.

Adios. Adios.

That means "good-bye." Get out.

How's your shoulder?

A little better every day.

I'd still love to thank the guy responsible.

Any news on Murdoc?

No, not since Henry Fletcher's body was found, but

our techs are still working the crime scene for leads.

Knowing Murdoc, you won't find any.

Are you experiencing

sympathy pains?

I'll have you know

I dislocated my shoulder practicing kenjutsu.

Honing my skills,

trying to keep this little team of knuckleheads safe.

So, you hurt yourself playing with swords,

and we're supposed to feel safe?

Oh, I wasn't playing with 'em.

You know what? I'm sorry I asked.

Now let's move on to why you're all here.

Meet Boris Mitrovic.

He's Serbian war criminal

and Interpol's Most Wanted since 1999.

For nearly two decades,

they've been trying to get near this guy and have failed.

Then, two months ago, they caught a break,

and they almost caught him, but the raid went sideways.

Marko Mitrovic...

Boris' right-hand man and oldest son...

Was killed, but, unfortunately,

Boris escaped,

and has since fallen off the face of this earth.

He could be anywhere.

But since he's responsible for hundreds of deaths,

he is definitely someone that we would like to have a word with.

Which brings me to Boris' other son,

Omar.

Kid looks pretty slick.

You sure he's from that family of Quasimodos?

Omar is the baby of the Mitrovic family,

and the apple of his daddy's eye.

So if anyone knows where Boris is, it's him.

How do we get close to Omar?

So here's the interesting part.

Omar is not like his father or his brother.

He rejected the family business,

choosing instead to spend his nights

and his daddy's dough throwing lavish parties

at the family's ultra-secure compound.

Other agencies have

gotten agents in, but the ones that have gotten in...

They never made it out.

So... you're sending us in next?

Well, fortunately for us, I don't need to do that.

So, two months ago,

Omar started dating

social media maven Mia McQueen.

Wildly popular, she's got something like

4.2 million followers on social media

and a clear aversion to wearing clothes.

Last week, the couple tied the knot

in an impromptu wedding at the family compound.

Because what girl doesn't want to get married

in a bikini while drunk?

Well, let's not judge,

because their rash decision just became our big break.

Mia is making Omar leave the compound to take her

on a honeymoon.

The newly minted Mr. and Mrs. Mitrovic just booked ten days

At Château Elan: an exclusive,

off-the-grid resort in French wine country.

This gives you ten days to go undercover as guests,

become Omar's best friend,

and get him to spill the beans on his daddy's location.

You know, it's too bad I'm out of commission on this one.

You know, partying with the rich and semi-famous...

That's a Jack Dalton specialty.

You were never going, Dalton, okay?

This is a hot spot for hip, young couples,

not senior citizens.

That's not very nice.

Don't laugh at that.

Bozer, Riley, congratulations.

You two just got hitched.

Mac, you will be fake-married

to an agent on loan from the CIA.

Oh. Does this agent have a name?

She does.

Meet Leanna Martin.

Bozer, you might recognize her

from spy school.

Uh... yeah,

- I kind of think I remember her. - Great.

Then you can introduce her to Mac, because she'll be here

any minute.

Ooh. Can't wait to meet the new Mrs. MacGyver.

Uh, Agent Martin.

Good to see you again.

You, too, Agent Bozer.

- Um... - Uh...

Right. Great, great. Uh,

- I'll just show you the lab, then. - Yeah.

Uh, this is amazing. You're amazing.

- How did you manage to get assigned here? - Me?

- I thought you set this up. - Wasn't me.

So either we just got extremely lucky...

Or someone's onto us.

Does anyone here know?

That we've been secretly dating, even though

we were directly ordered never to see each other again

for reasons of national security? Just Riley.

You didn't tell MacGyver?

I thought he was, like, your best friend.

He is, but he's also a terrible liar.

Matty set this up.

Assigning my secret girlfriend to go undercover

as my best friend's wife is exactly

the kind of mind game she'd play.

Wait. We're not...?

No. It's you and Mac, but

at least we get to see each other, right?

While your boss may or may not be toying with us

to see if we'll slip up and expose our relationship

so she can have us court-martialed?

Sounds bad when you put it that way. Hey,

I really want to kiss you right now, but... we can't.

Right?

Right. Of course not.

Okay, let's go get married to other people.

Now gaze lovingly into each other's eyes.

More lovingly. Even more.

Come on, guys, think soul mates.

Bozer, as your wife, I think we need to have

a chat about your girlfriend.

Leanna is amazing.