MacGyver

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You been out here a while, Angus.

You hungry?

He's not coming back, is he?

No, I don't think he is.

Why not?

Well, I'm sure he's got his reasons.

Did I do something wrong?

No, buddy, this isn't because of you

or anything you did.

Then why?

When Mom got sick, you said

everything happens for a reason.

So what's the reason now?

Well...

your dad is a very smart man.

Probably the smartest fella I know,

except for maybe you.

But all those smarts, they come at a price.

Sometimes a man like your dad can get so focused

on what he thinks is important

that he completely misses out on what really is important.

When your old man realizes that,

he'll be back.

Until then, no matter what...

No matter where he goes,

how long he stays away,

your father will never stop loving you.

Is that a paper clip?

I can't get this part to bend.

Oh.

Try this.

Keep it.

It's been good to me. It'll be good to you.

If you ever feel alone,

or like you got a problem you can't solve,

take it out of your pocket,

look at it, and remember

it's got a tool for every situation.

With it, you can do just about anything.

Can I use it to find him?

You know, I remember a children's rhyme once

that said "There's a place in France..."

Wait, was it France?

What are you doing here?

Me? Moi?

I'm doing the came thing you are.

I came all the way out here to have

a nice tall glass of Château de...

I can't pronounce that. And the women, of course.

Seriously, what are you doing here?

Seriously, I could ask you the same thing.

I'm allowed a few days off, aren't I?

Of course you are. And who doesn't enjoy

a nice, relaxing trip halfway around the world

to track down some old professor

your dad traded letters with 16 years ago?

Who wouldn't love that? Sounds so... relaxing.

You tailed me from the airport, huh?

I'm doing my job, Mac. I'm your bodyguard.

- Don't you get that? - Not when we're off the clock, you're not.

Yeah, yeah, even when we're off the clock.

You know why? 'Cause we're never off the clock, man.

Look, I know you can blow your own nose, man,

but you got to at least let me know when you're

- just gonna leave the country. - No.

Because then I would have had to listen to you tell me

how crazy it is to fly all the way out here

just to find some old professor who,

even if he does remember my dad,

probably hasn't the foggiest notion

where he is or how to find him.

that's exactly what I would have said.

And B: sounds like you'd agree with me.

I know I'm grasping at straws, Jack,

but it's my dad, so I have to try everything.

You've already circled the globe with me twice.

Nothing's come of it.

You've gone so far above and beyond,

it's just not cool for me to ask you

- on another wild goose chase. - Come on.

You know I am in 100%

when it comes to finding your dad.

That includes any and all long shots,

slim chances and dead ends.

But you've got to at least let me know what's going on, man.

I mean, how am I supposed to look out for you

if I don't know what continent you're currently on?

Look, just because I can't find my dad doesn't mean

I need you as a helicopter parent.

You sure about that?

Hmm?

I wasn't the only one that tailed your skinny ass

from the airport there, slick... Where do you think

I got this stupid hat, huh?

That piece of Eurotrash right there

made you all the way back at baggage claim,

but you're so focused on stalking

Professor Pepé Le Pew that you didn't even notice him.

I.D.'s a fake. Who's he work for?

You're-you're welcome to ask him yourself... be my guest.

He can't talk real good 'cause he's stuffed in the trunk

of his rental car with his jaw broken in three places,

but give it a shot.

And there was a Luger with a silencer

under the driver's seat... Kind of convenient.

I wonder what he was gonna do with that.

Hmm.

You know, if something would have happened to you

on your little field trip here,

and you go and get yourself killed...

Then it would have been my problem, not yours.

Your problems are my problems.

Not anymore.

I need to do this on my own.

Is it that hard for you to understand?

Hey, forget I asked.

Oh, so now you're calling me stupid?

- I didn't say that. - Yeah, you just as well have.

Maybe I should just fly home.

Maybe you should.

I can tell when I'm not wanted.

Au revoir,

s'il vous plaît, and all that nonsense.

Hey, Jack, me again.

Message number five. You were right

about everything.

The professor was a dead end.

Uh, yeah, just call me back.

Almost, Boze. Almost.

Hey, you've reached the one and only

Jack Dalton, you lucky dog.

Leave a message after the boopity-beep,

and of course, go, Cowboys.

Message number six.

And, yes, I know

you're putting me straight to voice mail.

Looks like I'm gonna be home for a while

fixing the fridge, so

if you want to stop by, I've got an apology

and some warm beer with your name on it.

Hello?!

Okay, okay, you had me at "warm beer."

Now, about your apology,

I'm expecting a good one with a lot of groveling,

and none of this "agree to disagree" nonsense.

You know, a...

a full-blown, in-your-face

"I'm sorry."

You even in here, Mac?

Hey, Mac, where are you?

Hello, MacGyver.

Oh, how I have missed you.

Bag, tag and photograph everything.

Until we know exactly what happened here

and who we're dealing with,

nothing is to be overlooked.

I mean, just the thought of him

in this house again...

Do you really think he has Mac?

What about that guy you grabbed in Paris?

No, that guy's sucking soup through a straw

in a dark hole somewhere, thanks to

an old buddy of mine at the French Ministry of Defense.

No, my... my Spidey-senses are all telling me

the same thing.

It's Murdoc.

Pull up every traffic camera in the area.

I want eyes on every vehicle

in the last ten hours.

No offense to your Spidey-senses, Jack,

but it's not like this Murdoc signed his name on the wall.

He might as well have.

A pocket knife sticking out of a wine bottle, and a mask.

That's Mac's little red knife out there

stuck in the same wine bottle

he used to blast Murdoc out that back window,

next to the same geriatric mask he was wearing

the first time he attacked us.

I really need to throw that thing away.

Yes, please do.

Riley. Riley, can you find anything?

- I'm working as fast as I can, Jack. - Okay, just,

come on, just, just a little bit faster, please, please.

Hey,

this wasn't your fault.

Then whose is it?

Not yours.

Oh, good, you can still feel pain.

Setting the dose was tricky.

Had to give you enough to slow you down,

but not so much that you passed out.

See, I need you to do something for me,

MacGyver.

If that something is telling you where Cassian is,

you can forget it.

Oh, I know you're not just gonna blurt out

where my son's being held.

That is going to require some...

convincing.