MacGyver

Previously on MacGyver...

Matty?

No, no, no, no.

- Don't do this. - It's not up to me, Bozer.

I don't think I want to play.

Please, stay.

I don't want you to go.

Elwood. If you hurt Riley again,

I'll be giving you a lot more than a wake-up call.

I was hoping, maybe, if you had time later,

you'd let your old man take you out for some dinner.

Why are you following Elwood Davis?

You want him dead, you're gonna have to get in line.

Messing up my song, man.

Elwood... Come on, now, stop it.

Cut it out.

Don't be stupid.

Don't make me do this.

I'm-a hurt you.

Ow!

Damn.

Damn, that was a lot harder than I remember.

You been working out or something?

Little bit. Little bit, yeah.

Except this time, I'm not blackout drunk.

What the hell, Jack? You friggin' kidnap me

- and throw me in your trunk? - I didn't kidnap you, Elwood.

- I put you in protective custody. - Oh, really?

From where I'm standing,

the only thing I need protecting from is you.

You sure about that?

Who's the wannabe

bald-headed tough guy,

about yay tall with a scar underneath his chin right there?

Got no idea what you're talking about.

No idea. Oh, okay.

Then why'd he pull a gun on me

last night while I was watching you and Riley have dinner? Hmm?

You were watching me and Riley have dinner last night?

Don't focus on the wrong part of the story, Elwood.

This dude jumps in my car, flashes his piece

and tells me he wants to kill you.

Now, personally, I'm okay with the idea.

But I know Riley wouldn't be, so...

here we are.

Again. I'm gonna ask you one more time,

and I want you to think really hard about it.

Who wants you dead?

I don't know, Jack.

- Could be anybody. - Okay, fine.

Until we figure this out, you're staying with me.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no. - Mmm. Mm-hmm.

Hell no. Whatever this is,

I'll handle it.

Oh, yeah. You handling it is what got you

in this situation in the first place, Big Bird.

You know, Riley...

Your lovely, one and only daughter...

Swears to me,

up and down, that you've changed.

But I don't know, man.

I don't see it, man.

You gonna have to show me.

All right.

Deal.

Where in the hell do you think you're going?

- In the car. - You ain't going to the car.

You're not riding up front

and risk getting spotted on the way to my place.

You're riding right back here. Come on.

Come on!

That the real reason?

Among the many reasons, Elwood.

Get in there.

I'm going.

Get in there.

S02E10 War Room + Ship

Have a seat.

Cool place.

You're making a list, right now, chump stain,

of everybody who wants you dead.

And I mean everybody.

I ain't trying to get myself killed for you.

I don't need to make a list, Jack.

I had time to think about it

when I was bouncing around in your trunk.

Bald guy,

yay high, scar on his chin?

Yeah.

Name is Dougie Luccano.

Guy's from the Bronx.

He lives about two hours up north now.

Huh? Why's he after you?

Let's just say, uh,

- we've done some business. - Business.

What, building orphanages? Helping the homeless?

He's a small-time crook, Jack.

- We pulled off a couple of cons. - Yeah?

And which one of these cons has Dougie mad enough

to put a cap in your ass right now?

About a year ago,

we cheated some sports memorabilia guy

out of an autographed

Jackie Robinson baseball.

It was worth about, I don't know, 75 grand.

We were gonna sell it, pocket half each.

On the way home that night, that's when it hit me.

If I was gonna ever reconnect with Riley,

then I had to change.

Not in a month or a week or even an hour.

I had to change right then.

So I, uh,

took the ball, I tossed it in the Hudson.

Ran straight to my first AA meeting

and I've been sober ever since.

You know, you can go to your first AA meeting

without being so dramatic.

It was a big, life-changing moment for me, Jack.

Got a little, you know... carried away.

Whatever.

So you owe this chrome dome

a $75,000 baseball that you don't even have?

Hmm?

Bedroom. Now.

Go. Go.

Hey... Whoa! Whoa, what's with the gun?

And your eye?

Nothing.

Doesn't look like nothing.

What are you doing?

Thought it might be Dougie.

Elwood, this is MacGyver.

He works with Riley.

Mac, this is Elwood, Riley's dad,

who doesn't have permission to be touching my stuff.

- Nice to meet you. - Yeah.

Nice to meet you, too.

Well, you two look busy.

I was gonna talk. We can do it later.

No, no, no, no, no.

We-we can do it now. We'll-we'll step outside.

You... stay here.

And put that up.

You really think Matty's lying to you

about knowing your father?

It was her on that film, Jack.

I'm almost positive of it.

Oh, man.

I have known her a long time,

and if there's one thing I'm 100% sure of:

if she's lying, you won't know about it.

If Matty has intel on my father and isn't telling me...

Then she has her reasons.

Mac, look, ask yourself what's more likely.

Okay? Your secret agent boss is lying to you

about knowing your father, a civilian who went missing,

or you're kind of spun out, man, jumping at shadows.

Looks, I've said it before and I'll say it again:

Family can do a number on anyone.

Case in point,

look at Riley and Daddy Dearest in there.

Okay? No, thank you.

That's why I'm a lone wolf, man.

Lone wolf?

Last week you tried to convince

Riley, Matty and I that we needed

matching leather jackets to help foster...

And I'm using your words here... greater family unity.

Because it would.

What do you want me to say? Every lone wolf needs a pack.

Matty. I need to get to Phoenix.

All right, good, let's bounce.

Looks like she just needs me.

Well, I'll be there in the corner lone-wolfin' it up.

I got to get away from this guy, man. Come on.

You gonna leave him in there?

You're right, that's a bad idea.

Okay, I'll see you later.

Hey, hey, do me a favor.

Don't tell Riley about her pops, okay?

I don't need her getting all mad at me

'cause I agreed to stay away

from her dad and then ended up...

Kidnapping him?

- Yeah. - Copy that.

Okay. Thanks.

This is one dysfunctional wolf pack.

Leanna?

Bozer?

Did we just...?

No.

I don't think so.

Okay.

So why are we in bed together?

You mean why are we handcuffed in bed together?

- What the hell is this? - Some kind of crazy final exam?

- With real bullets? - Look,

maybe we should focus on escaping

and talk about this later.

You're shot!