MacGyver

Previously on MacGyver... Oh, man.

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.

Mac?

Ho ho ho.

I'll leave you to die now.

MacGYVER : Cage?

Cage?

When the night

Has come

And the land is dark

And the moon

Is the only light we see

No, I won't

Be afraid

No, I won't

Be afraid

Just as long

As you stand

Stand by me...

Which one of you is MacGyver?

Yeah, that's me.

She said she's sorry she spoiled your Christmas party.

*

I told you Cage

would pull through, man. She's a fighter.

Yeah, she sure is. It's a good thing, too,

'cause she's got a long, tough rehab ahead of her.

I want Murdoc in cuffs by the time she's out, too.

Ah, don't worry. We're gonna make him pay, that's for sure.

But before we dive into that obsessive search,

I think we should take a minute to talk about our other...

obsessive search, don't you?

My dad's Christmas gift?

Why did you bring this to the hospital?

Hey, man, I know how you are when you get upset.

Your brain needs something to chew on,

and I couldn't find a Rubik's Cube.

Besides, as far as Christmas gifts go,

that one takes the blue ribbon

for being super weird, man.

My curiosity is killing me.

Yeah, well, that makes two of us.

I mean, who sticks an old World War II

German dossier under the cedar, man?

MacGYVER : I don't know. Everything's a puzzle

when it comes to my father. Always has been.

Don't worry. We're gonna figure this out.

I promise you.

( tires squealing, engine revving )

Man, I'm getting hungry.

Let's order a pizza or something.

Whoa. What is that smell?

Did you leave something on? It's a chemical.

Huh? Well, let's at least

open a window, get some air in here or something.

Oh, man.

Bozer?

Yeah, man, it's me.

Just dropped Riley off, so I thought we could....

No. Jack, do not touch that window!

Bozer, get away from the door now!

Dude, are you okay?

Mac, what the hell? Why can't I come in?

Because I'm pretty sure every door and window

in this house has been wired to explode.

Explode? Come on. I think you're freaking out a little bit.

Did you say... "explode"?

See that patched section of drywall? Not really.

It's easy to miss. It's been patched and painted to blend in.

There's another one right there.

Hey, yeah, I see it.

If that is what it is, it looks like there's been

patchwork done all over the place.

You really think someone snuck into your home

and rigged this entire place to explode?

No, not someone.

The Ghost.

The Ghost?

That same lunatic bomb maker

from the sandbox? Yes.

The one who tried to turn me into pizza slices in NYC?

That one. I'm not a fan.

Yeah, well, he's back, and he just turned

my entire house into one of his bombs.

I'm walking

Through the night...

I don't need nobody

Now, everything is gonna be right *

Take it all, take it all back *

Take it all, take it all back *

Take it all...

Tap out, man. You're done.

No way, Houdini.

I'm breaking this arm.

Attention!

On your feet.

Both you idiots. Get up!

What the hell is going on in here?

Sir, I caught this boot messing with my gear, sir.

Sir, I wasn't messing with anything.

Someone knocked his bolt carrier off of his bunk.

I picked it up, noticed it was lacking forward assist,

wanted to fabricate a spring to...

You trained on that rifle, son?

No, sir. No, I'm not.

Excuse me, sir.

But I am trained on that rifle

and I can assure you that I forward assist

my own bolt carrier just fine, sir.

Even if I didn't,

even if there was a problem, which there's not,

I don't see how he's gonna do anything about it.

He's no sniper, sir.

Don't need to be a sniper to understand basic engineering.

Basic what? Shut up.

Both of you. If it were up to me,

I'd ship you both out.

Make you somebody else's problem.

But orders are orders.

Sergeant Jack Dalton,

meet Specialist Angus MacGyver.

Your new EOD tech.

What? Dalton's your new overwatch.

You can't be serious.

Find a way to work together...

...or I'll find a way to get rid of you.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

"Angus MacGyver"?

What kind of name is that?

Sounds like a new burger at Carl's Jr., don't it, boys?

Pretty embarrassing.

A guy named after a hamburger

just pinned your ass in front of your buddies, though, isn't it? No, man, you didn't pin anybody.

I was about to break your skinny little arm, MacGyver.

Yeah, I've heard people talk about you.

You're supposed to be some bomb wonder kid, huh?

I think you mean "wunderkind," but no, I wouldn't say that.

Considering your last training officer just died on your watch,

I don't think I'd say that, either.

You know, I've heard about you, too, Dalton.

Oh, yeah? Yeah, yeah. Mostly that you're

an opinionated, loudmouth knuckle-dragger

who's only stuck with me 'cause I'm the most junior EOD tech

and nobody's gonna work with you.

Yeah, well, thanks to this opinionated,

loudmouth knuckle-dragger,

every bomb nerd I've ever protected has made it home

to his loved ones, so I must be doing something right, Angus.

: Let me tell you something.

I got 64 days left until I ship back home.

64. And nothing, I mean nothing, especially not some

scrawny, blonde-haired know-it-all

is gonna keep me from seeing Texas again.

You hear me, slick?

Believe me, slick,

I can't wait to put you on that plane myself.

Good. I think we're on the same page. I think so.

And since we're gonna be working together,

I think it's only fair I lay some ground rules.

Rule number one: we don't ever,

ever touch Jack Dalton's stuff again.

You understand me?

Rule number two: we don't ever,

ever refer to ourselves in the third person.

Who does that?

Whatever, man. Look, like you said,

64 more days. Let's just get through that,

then we don't ever have to see each other again. Fine.

Fine with me. Good. Good.

I want this entire neighborhood blocked off and evacuated.

LAPD, you're in charge of road closures.

FBI, you're spearheading the evac.

I want a perimeter set up around the house.

Minimum safe distance, 100 feet.

People, I nearly lost one agent yesterday,

I am not losing two today.

Now move.

I'm gonna check traffic cams and see if any of them

caught The Ghost. Okay, good. Do it quickly.

Someone get me a radio.

Wait! Back!

Everyone needs to get back!

Bozer, what're you talking about?

Mac set the perimeter at 100 feet. For people, yes.

100 feet, but until Mac knows more about the bomb itself,

no cell phones, radios or wireless devices of any kind

can be used within 200 feet.

Right now, anything could be a trigger.

Okay, new orders, people.

All radios, cell phones

and computers back up an additional hundred feet.

200 foot minimum for tech.

I guess this explains why you called us from the landline

at Mac's neighbor's house.

Mac would've called you himself,

but apparently this Ghost guy cut our phone line,

our cable and our Ethernet--