MacGyver

You hear that?

Darrell Waltrip.

Rusty Wallace.

Jimmie Johnson. If you listen close,

- you can still hear them there. - That's amazing.

I didn't know that you were blessed with the ability

- to hear into the past. - Look, I got

a lot of gifts you don't know about.

You go ahead and mock me.

This is, this is

hallowed ground right here, dude.

Hey!

Hey! Get off the track now!

Unless you want to become part of this hallowed ground,

I suggest you listen to what he says.

See?

Aw, man. Did you see the splits?

You were right about turn three.

I can't believe taking it on the inside actually dropped my time.

You know, normally it wouldn't,

but since air resistance is proportional

to the square of the velocity, going high into the wall of wind

would've increased your drag through the turn

- and then slowed you down. - You shaved two hundredths of a second

off my best lap time on this track.

Sure you don't want to come pit for me?

Ah, man.

Travis, I'd love to, but...

my day job keeps me pretty busy, unfortunately.

Change your mind, you let me know.

Not many people understand fluid dynamics well enough

to disagree with me on how to maximize velocity through a turn

and be right.

Travis, I hate to ask.

But it's my lifelong dream

to get behind the wheel of 850 horses.

You think I could just sit in her for just a sec,

- take some, take some selfies? - Why just sit?

Wouldn't you rather take her for a spin?

"Take her for a spin"? You mean drive it?

Get in, man.

Oh, so much speed.

You, uh, you okay there?

Yeah, I got a little technical problem.

I think it's these skinny jeans, man.

Ow. Ah.

Uh-oh.

- Just got a text from Matty. - No. No, no way.

No-no-no text from Matty, not right now. No way.

Nothing is gonna stop me

from living out my childhood fantasies.

Okay. And I'm just quoting here,

"Something crashed in the Nevada desert and we cannot identify

what it is."

Matty found a UFO?

Yeah, but you...

No, no, no. I-I...

Can I take a rain check on this big boy?

- Yeah. Anytime, sure. Whoa, whoa. - Rain check.

Okay, okay.

- We'll rain... - I got you, I got you.

- We'll rain check. - Yup. There you go.

Yeah. To be continued.

Okay.

We'll see. Okay.

What do you think we're talking about here?

Huh? One of them big musical suckers

like Close Encounters of the Third Kind?

Or no. Ooh! Ooh!

One of those, one of those fighters,

yeah, from Independence Day.

Or-or, maybe, maybe, maybe a Cylon Raider,

all metal skin, gooey inside, ooh.

What do you think? What do you think?

I think it's probably the same thing

I've told you a hundred times since we left the track:

- it's man-made. It veered off course. - No, no, that...

Listen, listen. That's what they want you to believe.

Don't be brainwashed, buddy. You're too smart for that.

If I see Tommy Lee Jones or Will Smith coming up to me

with that mind-erasing flashy thing,

I'm clamping these peepers tight shut like this.

I'll make myself pass out.

Well, it took you long enough, blondie.

I was beginning to think you accepted that job

- pitting for Travis Long. - How did you know that

- he offered me a job? Right. - I know everything.

- Now get in here. - Yes, ma'am.

Uh...

where do you think you're going?

In here to hear your briefing

on finally making contact with an alien life-form.

Nope. You're not assigned to this.

Not... not assigned?

Now wait a minute, Matty, I just passed up the opportunity

to drive a real live NASCAR

'cause you said there'd be a real live UFO.

- So... - So what?

Well, i-if you didn't send for me, why am I here?

- You were Mac's ride. - His ride?

Look, this mission has Jack Dalton written all over it.

36 hours ago,

a mysterious object was spotted streaking through the sky

over the Nevada desert. Civilian reports of a UFO

were initially dismissed,

but then a local rancher stumbled upon a crash

and found the object.

Cops were called in,

then the military, who quickly retrieved

the object and brought it to a lab for analysis.

- So what is it? - Nobody knows.

The military has their top scientists on this,

but we still don't know what it is, who made it

or why it fell from the sky,

which is why they've reached out to Phoenix for help.

So you want us to go in and get it?

Do we know anything about this thing?

Do we even know what it looks like?

No. The military is keeping a very tight lid on this.

Look, everything that they've told me,

I've just told you.

Which is why

I'm bumping up both of your clearances

to give you temporary access to everything that I have.

So you don't have to go through me for approvals.

- I'm guessing there's a clock on this one? - Yes.

Look, we don't know what this thing is,

but we expect that someone's gonna come looking for it

and we better know what it is before they ask for it back.

- And guys? - Yeah?

Be careful.

- Aren't we always? - No.

But I'm hoping this time will be different.

I see you're not wearing your dad's watch.

Well, no.

I put it up on eBay.

Mac, I know it's been tough,

but giving up is not something I've ever seen you do.

- You sure about this? - Oh, yeah.

I mean, not really.

You know what?

If my dad really wanted me to find him,

he would just pick up the phone

and call me like a normal person,

not send me cryptic messages

or sneak weird presents under the Christmas tree.

If he wants to talk, he knows where to find me.

Dr. Herman.

I'm MacGyver. This is Riley Davis.

Look, let's be clear.

We're not going to be friends.

Our superiors, in their infinite wisdom,

believe a combination of new school and old school

will yield results more quickly.

And I'm sure you're both the brightest bulbs

at whatever absurdly named agency they pulled you from,

but I've been back-engineering

recovered technology

- for over 20 years, so... - Doc.

Just here to help, okay?

Great. Then keep quiet and try and stay out of my way.

I'm briefing the secretary of defense

in four hours and I need

to focus, not babysit a couple of kids.

Einstein wrote the Annus Mirabilis papers

when he was 26 years old, so maybe give us a chance?

Another two sets of eyes couldn't hurt.

Guess we'll find out.

Whoa.

I'm not gonna touch it.

- Gosh. - Okay.

No visible seams, so no way to determine how it was made

- or what it does. - Jack is gonna be pissed he missed this.

Yeah. What tests have you done so far?

You're gonna run an optical emission spectroscopy test?

Obviously.

It is a test that removes a small amount of material

from the object by irradiating the surface with a laser,

which could damage the object.

- I'm aware. - Right.

But I've tried everything else

and this is the logical next step.

Y-You know what, before we fire up the laser...

may I suggest something?

Yeah, yeah.

- There's... you hear that, right? - Shaking it?

That's your big idea?

Riley, can you run a search

for a DARPA project involving military

situational awareness sensors

- suspended by weather balloons? - You're wasting my time.

I already had that same idea.

The file you're looking for is classified.

I-I put in a request for a clearance waiver

which is being fast-tracked.

Got it.

Wait.

You two have the clearance?

I know, right?

It's amazing