MacGyver

It's okay. Take the field. Let's go, now.

- Come on, now. Okay. - _

Here we go, Mac.

Okay, okay.

Let's go, Mac.

All on you now, brother.

Let's go, baby.

All right. Okay, okay, okay!

Run, run, run, run! Let's go! Take two!

Take two! Take two!

All the way, Riley, all the way!

- Get down! - Out!

Get down! Get down, Riley!

You're out!

No!

Okay.

That's-that's all right.

Let's go. We're all right.

Hey, all right, come on. Get in here.

Huddle up for a second now.

Now, listen. Last time we played

the NSA Listening Post #27 Panthers,

we were pretty pathetic.

We're 14 runs behind, Jack.

I think "pathetic" applies here, too.

Wah-wah. Nobody likes a Debbie Downer.

Okay? I'll handle this.

What I'm saying is: we still have a chance to win here.

Oh, man, I don't know.

Look at the score, the inning.

The base-out situation,

I'd say current win expectancy is...

See there? See there? Mac's got the right idea.

His expectancy is for us to win.

- See that? - You didn't hear what I said.

Well, we're not gonna do that if everybody's

out there playing their own game.

As you know, softball is a team sport, obviously.

But if you take the word "team" apart,

you still have "me."

A-And a "T" and an "A."

Jack, are you trying to say there's no "I" in "team"?

I don't know.

What I'm trying to say is that "team" also spells "meat."

As in, dead meat, as in, the...

you know, Panthers are-are dead meat.

It's-it's a motivational speech. Help me out here.

This is a terrible motivational speech.

This is supposed to be a motivational speech?

- Take the field! Come on. - Wrap it up, Lombardi.

Any longer and we forfeit for delay of game.

Lombardi was a football coach, thank you very much.

Matty, yes.

"Never give up" on three.

Everybody in here. One...

- Everybody in here. - This is Webber.

That means you, young lady, thank you. And...

One, two...

We have to forfeit.

No, Matty, come on. I'm the skipper here.

Okay, well, I'm the skipper of our other ship,

and something's come up.

Something big.

Phoenix just intercepted intel

that a terrorist group known as "Omnus"

is gearing up for a major attack.

Omnus?

- Are they new? - Very.

They've been on our radar for about four months,

and they've been pretty active ever since.

Uh, hold on. Let's go back to the "major attack" part.

Any chance you can give us the what, where, when, how?

Well, our best bet at getting that info

is tracking down the man that they want killed.

In the same intercept that alerted us of this attack,

we learned that Omnus has offered $10 million

for the assassination of someone

who they code-named "the Architect."

While the identity of the Architect remains a mystery,

the identity of the assassin hired to kill him is not.

- Murdoc. - Of course it's Murdoc.

Who smiles in a mug shot?

But why would someone try to hire Murdoc

when he's behind bars?

'Cause while we may know

Captain Banana Boat's all locked up, nobody else does.

As far as the rest of the criminal underworld is concerned,

Murdoc's still lurking from the shadows.

So, if we can I.D. this Architect

that Murdoc was hired to kill,

maybe we can use the information

to get ahead of whatever Omnus is planning.

Agreed. But I.D.'ing the Architect isn't gonna be easy.

Yeah, because the only people that know who he is are Omnus.

And it's not like they're willingly

gonna give that information up to anyone but Murdoc.

Right.

Actually, I...

I think I know how we're gonna do this.

How?

What's the one thing everyone knows about Murdoc?

He's not a good-looking guy.

Uh, nothing?

I mean, we're not even sure if his real name is Murdoc.

Exactly.

He's obsessively secretive.

So, if no one but us knows that he's captured,

and no one but us knows what he looks like,

I was thinking: if they want Murdoc...

let's give 'em Murdoc.

Listen, Highlights,

whatever snarky comment you're about to make,

I've heard it a million times before.

And I don't have time for it now.

I'm Director Webber, head of the Phoenix Foundation.

Ah, yes.

You're Patricia's replacement.

But just so we're clear, Director Webber,

I have nothing disparaging to say to you.

It's quite the contrary.

See, I know what it's like to be different.

But because what makes me different is all up here,

I have learned to hide it from the world.

Mostly.

You haven't been afforded that same luxury.

I can't imagine the strength that takes.

You have my...

admiration.

That's sweet.

I don't believe a word of it.

Flattery, like insults,

will get you nowhere with me.

Ooh, I like her, MacGyver.

I like her a lot.

So, to what do I owe the pleasure?

I know that you didn't drag me away

from The Bold and The Beautiful

just to introduce me to the new boss.

A terrorist organization has hired you to kill someone.

- Ooh. - Phoenix intercepted the offer.

And we need to capture, not kill, the intended mark.

So, you're going to...

let me out on a little field trip?

Oh, no, not on your life.

I'm going in your place,

and you are gonna teach me how to be you.

You want...

you think that...

Oh, MacGyver.

You are so... delightful.

As hilarious as that idea is,

for me, that's gonna be a hard pass.

Come on.

Don't you want to see if I can pull this off?

Well, I do love

watching a bloody car wreck as much as the next guy.

Okay, more than the next guy.

But even if...

you could pose as me

long enough to convince Omnus

to tell you the secret identity of the Architect...

such a cute nom de guerre, by the way...

I have absolutely no reason to help you.

It's simply a matter of...

motivation.

I don't have any.

MacGyver, leave the room.

- What are you talking about? - It's not a request.

Leave now.

I'd like to talk to him alone.

She told you.

So, what's the play here, boss lady?

You gonna force me to sit in silence

till I get so bored that I agree to help you?

No, I was just making a point.

That you'd get uncomfortable and talk before I would.

Oh.

How very 48 Laws of Power of you.

Just proving that you are more human

than you'd like to admit.

Speaking of proof that you're a human...

Who might that be?

You know exactly who that is.

He's your son.

And you think that means what to me, exactly?

Pay attention, Matilda.

In case you hadn't noticed,

I am rocking a rather serious case

of antisocial personality disorder.

So what makes you think that I care

whether some child lives or dies?

You want people to think you're not human, Murdoc,

but you are.

If you weren't, you wouldn't have gone to such great lengths

to hide your son in one of the most expensive

private schools in Switzerland.

You pay for his room, his board, his education.

He even gets gifts on Christmas.

Makes sense that you want to keep your son safe.

He's an innocent...