MacGyver

It's locked.

- What now? - Over here, come on.

- Look, he's after me, not you. - But, Bozer...

You'll be safer if we split up. Go get help.

- I'm not splitting up. - You need to go.

- Bozer. - Listen to me, just listen.

If we don't split up, we're both gonna die.

_

This is it.

You can do this.

Steady hands.

Clear eyes.

Full of heart.

- Can't nobody... - Bozer.

Oh! Ah.

Bozer, when I text you,

telling you to come and see me immediately,

I expect that since I'm your boss,

that you will come and see me immediately.

Sorry, Matty. My phone was on silent.

I was just, uh,

training the robot's machine learning software.

I was about to win.

On the contrary,

I was two turns away from successfully

sinking your battleship for the 137th consecutive time.

- No, this time I was about to... - Bozer.

- Huh? - Focus.

Sorry, Matty.

I'm sending you to a top secret Clandestine Services

training facility for additional instruction.

- What? - She said...

Can it, Tin Man.

- Am I being punished for something? - New recruit training

is something that everyone at the Phoenix has to complete,

including lab technicians who apparently suck at Battleship.

- But why would I need to... - You know what? Never mind.

You want to stay locked in the basement like a mushroom,

talking to an oversized can opener

for the rest of your life, fine.

I won't let you down, Matty.

You won't have a job if you do.

_

Go, go!

Hey, kiddo.

Hi, Elwood.

Guess I got to work my way back to Dad, huh?

Let's see how it goes.

A lot warmer than I expected, huh?

You know? This, uh, this time of year.

Is it?

Knock, knock.

Seriously?

This is a good one.

Come on.

Who's there?

Cash.

Cash who?

No, thanks. I'll have some peanuts.

Funny.

Come on.

You always used to laugh at those jokes.

When I was eight.

You're never too old for a good knock-knock joke.

I'm not interested in talking about the weather

or hearing a lame joke, all right?

Let's just cut to the chase.

What chase?

What, uh...

what do you think I'm here for, Riley?

The usual. You want to tell me

you've been working on yourself,

that, that you've seen the light,

that you realize

what a jackass you've been my entire life,

and now you want to make things right.

And this time,

this time will be different than the last time you did this.

And the time before that.

How am I doing so far?

I really hope you didn't come all this way

just to give me a speech

about how worthless a father you've been.

Trust me, Elwood, that's old news.

I'm trying to make amends.

It's this program.

Has steps.

That's good, I guess.

So, if you've got any chances left to give me, you know...

show you that I'm here to stay.

But only if you want me to stay.

That software's deeply flawed.

It's easily fooled when the subject's an experienced liar.

Maybe I should crack open the source code

- and make some tweaks. - You could, yeah,

but nothing beats the human eye.

Who's the subject?

No one important.

Just some footage I found in the Phoenix library.

I'm using it to give the software a little test drive.

You do realize the irony

of trying to lie to me right now, yeah?

It was worth a shot.

So, this is family,

most likely your father.

Can you just help me figure out if he's lying?

Of course.

Look, words are just words and mine can't be trusted.

I know this, but...

if you can find it in your heart to give me another chance...

Okay, all I can see here

is a father trying to get his daughter back.

And for the record, from what I can see,

he's telling the truth.

Cage.

Don't tell Jack.

Yeah.

What would you pick?

I don't know.

I guess I would just stick with my knife.

Oh, dude.

Come on, man.

It's a zombie apocalypse.

That little knife ain't gonna do nothing.

Come on, now. You can pick anything.

One thing. What is it?

Yeah, this thing's got me

through a lot of rough situations.

I'd rather just stick with what I know.

- All right, fine. What would you choose, then? - Light saber.

You have to be clear about the boundaries...

- What? Aladdin's lamp... - Hey.

Where's Riley?

No clue.

Thought you said you were going to get her.

I was. Couldn't find her.

Why are you lying?

I'm not lying.

Fact that you say you're not lying

is what makes me think you're lying.

That logic makes no sense if I'm telling the truth.

Don't Jedi mind trick me.

You just admitted you're lying, right?

What's Cage lying about?

Uh, where Riley is or something.

I don't know. I'm kind of confused at this point.

Sorry I'm late.

Hey.

Hey, Jack.

Guys.

If I can have your attention.

Meet Enzo Lemaire.

Another guy who doesn't like cameras.

Lemaire is a black market art dealer

who traffics in stolen art,

but the big issue is what he does with the profits.

He funnels them to a group on the terror watch list.

Good-looking and he creatively finances terrorism.

He sounds like a real catch.

The alphabet agencies have been chasing this guy for years

with nothing to show for it.

Lemaire is paranoid and careful.

And he does all of his business through one man, the Pawn.

And who is this Mr. The Pawn?

Is that like his agent or his manager or something?

No, more like his authenticator.

The Pawn verifies each piece of art and then selects

what he sends to Lemaire. Because of this buffer,

Lemaire has been able to stay hidden for years until now.

We recently obtained two pieces of intel.

One: a way to contact the Pawn directly

And two: a way to bait Lemaire from stepping

out of the shadows.

Turns out Lemaire has a wish list

of items that he would like for his personal collection.

We believe that if we approach the Pawn

with one of these items...

Then this Lemaire dude will just magically appear.

- Very good, Jack. - Yes.

And we know where one of these items is.

Oh, it's The Tower of Blue Horses.

It's an important piece

in the German Expressionist movement.

Seriously? What's important about it? Looks like some guy

just painted a bunch of horses blue.

Except that "some guy" is Franz Marc.

Never heard of him.

Shocking, Jack.

This painting was recently found in a basement in Germany

and purchased at auction for $25 million

by billionaire Todor Janssens.

The painting is now locked away in his private gallery

at his Belgian estate.

So, since you're telling us this,

I guess Todor turned you down cold

when you asked if we could borrow his Franz Marc?

Correct, and he also refused to sell it,

which is actually good for us.

The art world is small.

If we showed up out of the blue