Previously on MacGyver...
(yelling)
Pena!
Who is this guy again?
MacGYVER: He was my C.O.
His name was Alfred Pena.
He was my EOD training officer.
He was the best.
Taught me everything I know about bomb disposal.
He named his daughter Annabelle.
Your father was one of the bravest men I ever knew.
If you'll let me, I'd love to tell you all about him.
♫
MacGYVER: Matty!
Blending in with the parade was a bust! We've been made!
MATTY: Copy that. I'll inform exfil.
♫
What did you lead us in here for?!
Well, I was following you.
(men shouting, pounding door) Just hold them back!
With what? Harsh language? I'm out of ammo.
What? Oh, yeah. I ran out of ammo a long time ago, bro.
Okay, well, then just buy me some time.
I'm sure there's some family heirloom in here I can use
to get us out, unless you want to die like a fancy elf.
Well, I mean, I'd rather not.
(men continue shouting in foreign language)
Photo albums, more photo albums,
Grandma's wedding dress,
old handwritten letters.
That's a dead rat!
Ugh, gross. What are you doing, Mac?!
Let's go, man!
Here we go.
This! This might do the trick.
Yeah, what kind of trick, to e-mail Riley our last words?
(banging on door continues) DVD burners
are good for more than just making Salt-N-Pepa mixtapes.
All I got to do is take out the laser diode,
remove the resistor...
then fit it into the flashlight housing.
Holy Mary mother of God, it finally happened.
Wait, what are you talking about?
You made a lightsaber!
Not everything's about Star Wars.
Well, agree to disagree, young Padawan.
Why don't you make with the "boom, boom, boom, boom,"
and Obi-Wan Kenobi our way out of this joint. Let's go, man!
There we go.
Hey, man, I think it's actually working.
(laughs) Yeah! Use the Force, Mac!
(MacGyver laughs)
♫
And honestly, I wanted to quit right then and there.
Then, my training officer...
Your dad... he picked me up, and he said,
"You're already in pain.
"You're already tired.
You might as well learn something from it, Angus."
(chuckles)
Why is it every time I say my name, you laugh?
Because it's funny.
Well, I can't disagree with you there.
Why did your parents name you Angus?
You know, I don't know, actually.
You should ask.
I can't, 'cause
my mom passed away, and I haven't seen my dad in years.
Then who tells you stories about your dad?
Nobody, I guess.
But I did find his watch recently.
It's pretty cool.
Hey, Mac, there's a Matty on the phone.
Says you really need to turn your cell back on.
She sounds mad.
Busted.
(laughs)
Thank you.
MATTY: This is live footage from Nigeria.
18 hours ago, an oil wellhead exploded,
igniting a geyser of fire over 600 feet tall.
Blaze like that's got to be burning through
500,000 barrels a day?
Oil company estimates a million.
BOZER: Why doesn't this
oil company just, you know, turn it off?
Well, Bozer, that's because they can't.
That wellhead that exploded... That was the off switch.
Now this towering column of fire is
directly connected to a massive underground reservoir of oil.
RILEY: I think I speak for everyone
when I say, Jack, did you just have an out-of-body experience?
How do you know all this?
Ah, my granddad used to build drilling rigs
outside of Amarillo.
I practically grew up on one of these.
Which is why, I got to ask.
Normally, highly-trained crews
and specialized machinery are brought in
to fight a blaze like this. Why is that not happening here?
Because this explosion wasn't an accident.
A rebel army called The Damisa
are trying to topple the Nigerian government,
and they've already seized three military installations along
the Nigerian border.
Then, they used stolen C4
to blow up the wellhead.
And now they're using stolen RPGs to take out
any plane, train or automobile
coming into the country carrying firefighting equipment.
MacGYVER: Best way to destabilize
a country is to bankrupt it.
And the quickest way to bankrupt an oil-rich country
is to do that.
These guys are gonna do anything
to keep that fire burning.
JACK; And I'm assuming
we're gonna do everything we can to put it out.
Right? Correct.
But with the region about to collapse into a civil war...
D.C. wants to avoid direct involvement,
so it's up to us? Yes.
And we have to move quickly.
This imagery is live?
Yeah. Our techs estimate that smoke
from the fire is gonna block satellite overwatch
in less than 12 hours.
CAGE: So let me get this straight.
You want us to hike into a country on the brink of war,
sneak past an army
of trigger-happy rebels, and extinguish a blazing inferno
the size of a skyscraper,
using only what happens to be lying around?
That about puts a bow on it. Around here we call it Tuesday.
Well, we may deviate from the plan a little, but, yeah.
Cool. When do we leave?
♫
(fire rumbling)
That airstrip we spotted on satellite's
about ten more miles that way.
Oh, great. I saw two planes parked on the tarmac
we could use to drop the bomb.
Yeah, about the bomb.
Mac, you maybe want to do us all a favor
and stop hopping around like that?
Yeah, come on. I'm with Bozer, man.
It'd suck to get blown up before the mega-fire
has a chance to cook us all there, boss.
Oh, yeah, relax.
It's just cyanuric triazide.
Oh. (laughs)
Low impact agitation won't set it off, so I could
literally twerk my way across Nigeria, and we'd all be fine.
So, high-impact will set it off.
Exposure to 3,000-degree flames, something like that.
Yeah, about that.
Can we go back to the part where dropping a bomb on fire
is gonna make it less fiery?
It's actually quite simple.
The blast shockwave will expand so quickly that it pushes
all the burning oil and oxygen away from the fuel source.
Yeah, imagine a kid blowing out a bunch of birthday candles.
One big puff, and they're out, right?
Now imagine those candles are 600 feet tall,
and the kid's turned into a backpack bomb dropped
from a stolen airplane, and there you are.
That's right out of Red Adair's playbook.
You talking about the dancer? No.
No, Riley, I'm not talking about Fred Astaire.
I'm talking about Red Adair.
Did you guys ever see a movie called Hellfighters
with John Wayne?
BOZER and RILEY: No.
Come on, man. Bozer, I thought you said you like movies.
Yeah.
Good ones. (laughs)
Okay, I'll... I'll choose
not to be insulted by that, Boze.
No. Red Adair was a native Texan who made a name for himself
fighting some of the world's most dangerous wellhead fires.
And in 1961, he battled a blaze
called "The Devil's Cigarette Lighter."
It burned at 3,000 degrees, caused gale force winds.
It could shoot out a stream of gas powerful enough
to cut a man right in half.
These are super-helpful facts, Jack, not at all terrifying.
(Jack chuckles)
Well, my old man's old man met Red once,
and he said it was like meeting the president.
To my grandpa, there was no greater hero than Red Adair.
♫
(sighs) Wow.
BOZER: Your grandfather would have been proud of you, Jack.
What? Is that supposed to be a joke, Bozer?
(twig snaps) BOZER: Nah, it's a compliment.
Kind of like a look-at-you-now thing.
Oh, well, I can't tell when you're joking or not.
You've never given me a compliment before,
so I don't know how to take it. (stammers)
You know what? I take it back.
Shh. Shh.
What is it, Mac?
Remember those rebels Matty warned us about?
You mean, the ones with the leopard claw tattoos
and the AK-47s? No, doesn't ring a bell.
(guns clicking)
Jack, don't.
We don't have a chance.
(man shouting in Hausa)
When you said those explosives need
high impact to detonate?
A bullet would do the trick.
Yeah. Yeah, that's what I thought.
Bozer, watch where you're going.
Me? If you kept up, I wouldn't be getting yanked back.
Guys, now's not the time.
Seriously? If we're gonna escape,
we need to stop bickering and stay calm,
and wait for Mac to come up with a plan.
What you got, bro? Working on it.
Well, you mind working a little faster?
It's not gonna be long before these guys
get sick of dragging us around,
start feeding us nine-millimeter sleeping pills.
If they were gonna shoot us, they would've done so already,
not dragged us through the woods.
They're taking us to their camp, I think.
Well, that sounds awful.
♫
What is this place?
An abandoned town.
The residents must have cleared out when the wellhead blew.
So what are the rebels doing here, raiding it for supplies?
Maybe. Or alternate theory: They brought us here
to lock us in a house and watch us burn alive.
Stop!
Well, looks like we're about to find out.
On your knees! Kneel!
Jack.
I didn't know The Damisa let women and kids into their club.
If these are The Damisa,
why don't any of them have that leopard tattoo?
Because they're not rebels. They're villagers.
This town is their home.
You mean it was their home.
Who are you? Why are you trespassing on our land?
My name's MacGyver.
My friends and I were sent by the U.S. government
to help put out that wellhead fire.
(villagers murmuring, clamoring)
The Damisa said they came to help.
(scoffs)
To make our lives better.
(laughs)
And now things are worse.
Much worse.
MacGYVER: Look around you.
It's not safe here.
The air is becoming toxic.
You need to evacuate this area before we...
No, we will not leave.
If we run, we will lose everything.
JACK: No, if you stay,
you'll lose everything, including your lives.
Better to die protecting that which our families
have built over generations
than to run like cowards.
MacGYVER: I understand how important it is
to have a connection to your past
and what it's like to lose it.
So, if you won't leave, that's okay,
but please let us do what we were sent here to do:
Help you save your home.
What proof do you have that you are telling the truth?
Hmm? That you are not working for Damisa?
None.
But if you untie me, I could show you a much better way
to put out those fires.
(kids chattering)
It's not just their history they're protecting.
It's their future.
(phone rings, beeps)
CIA intel said
all towns near the wellhead have been evacuated.
Well, then I guess this is the first time
the CIA's ever been wrong.
MATTY: Okay, I'll make a call. In the meantime,
you need to steal a plane and get back on schedule.
Every second that this wellhead burns
brings the region closer to war.
Copy that. Mac and Cage and I are about to giddy up
to the landing strip while Riley and Bozer launch
their drone thing from town.
I'm sorry.
Did you just say "from town"?
Yeah, they're staying behind to watch our six
and help these people put out fires
until Mac gets that wellhead under control.
A piece of flaming debris
could light that town up at any moment, Jack.
Riley and Bozer setting up overwatch so close to the fire
puts them and the mission in unnecessary danger.
We can't just abandon these people.
Jack. Matty.
I'm on the ground here. MATTY: Yeah, I know,
which is why you're making an emotional decision.
No, which is why
I have a better read on the situation
than you do.
If Riley and Bozer leave, dozens could die.
And if they stay,
this mission goes sideways,
it could be thousands more.
Look, Jack, I know that it's hard
to see people suffer, okay?
I get it.
But it's my job to see the bigger picture.
If anyone asks for help evacuating, you give it to them.
But Riley and Bozer are to set up somewhere safe,
at least five miles from the wellhead fire.
Yeah, yeah, okay, fine. I got it.
Riley, Bozer, you can't stay here.
It's Matty's orders.
We came here to help people, didn't we?
Well, these people need help.
It's not my decision, man.
Riley, how's the view from the Phoenix satellites?
RILEY: By now?
Completely obscured.
That would mean that Matty couldn't monitor our movements
on the ground. CAGE: Hold up.
Are you guys seriously considering disobeying orders?
Ah, it's more like tweaking orders.
Bozer's right.
We're here to help.
These people need all the hands that they can get.
RILEY: Besides,
what Matty doesn't know won't hurt her.
Matty brought me in. She gave me a second chance.
Screw it. I'm in.
Hey.
Now, this is
a sonic fire extinguisher.
Press play and the speaker
emits a 50 hertz frequency, creating pressure waves
that could snuff out a fire.
Any chance Bozer could hurt himself with it?
(laughs) Very funny. (laughs)
Hey, need you two to make me a promise.
Things get any worse around here,
you bounce, like, immediately.
Promise?
Got you. Promise.
All right.
(low-pitched hum)
All right, heads up, Mac. MacGYVER: Yeah.
RILEY: We're about to launch our eye in the sky.
(beeping)
Okay, 200 feet.
300 feet.
400 feet.
Okay, she's just below the smoke ceiling.
Switching to auto-hover.
RILEY: Calibrating the image.
Okay, guys.
Good news is the drone is operational.
Bad news is there's been a few developments
since our satellites could last see the area.
MacGYVER: Let me guess... the landing strip we're supposed to
get our plane from is now overrun with rebels?
Yeah. Real ones this time.
CAGE: They're sabotaging anything that can fly.
Strategic move to stop locals from fighting the fire.
RILEY: So, what's the plan now?
We still need a plane.
All right. Looks like we're gonna
have to do this the Jack Dalton way.
I got the six on the left,
if y'all can handle the two on the right.
Okay, on three. One, two...
Ooh.
That's a problem even the Jack Dalton way
can't fix right there.
Now what?
MacGYVER: Well, without a plane
to drop the explosives, the only way to approach
the fire is on the ground.
I thought you said that wasn't an option.
It isn't, because even if we could survive
getting close enough to the flames
to drop the explosives in, which we can't,
the cyanuric triazide would've already exploded.
Mac, we told the townspeople we'd help.
There has to be another way.
You got something?
(sighs)
You know what, I think I do.
Cage, I need your shoelaces.
Okay, Jack, when the rebels scatter, I need you to go
to the runway and grab as many seatbelts as you can
from those destroyed planes. JACK: Seatbelts?
And the leopard people are gonna
suddenly scatter because...?
Because they are going to be running towards
what they think is an enemy
firing at them.
I need your weapon.
Am I going to get it back? Yeah. Absolutely.
At least look me in the eye if you're gonna lie to me.
Yeah, okay. That's better.
Now, Cage, while Jack is collecting,
you and I are gonna go hot-wire that truck.
Oh, the one with the highly flammable barrels
of jet fuel in the bed?
Super.
MacGYVER: Means we got to be long gone
before the rebels catch on.
'Cause one stray bullet is game over.
Okay? Everyone ready?
Actually, I have a few questions.
Sorry, clock's ticking, pal.
How long we got? Oh, I don't know.
Well, it's a time delay relay made with a rock,
backpack and two shoelaces.
No, I know, my shoelaces.
It's not exactly an atomic clock is what I'm saying.
Fair enough.
Mac, if you had to guess, like, roughly...
(men shouting)
(engines starting)
♫
(engine starts)
Mac, we're stealing a jet engine?
That's the plan.
Ah, come on, Mac!
You know, I trust you can build anything,
but an airplane?!
Not building a plane, Jack.
Then why are we stealing an engine?!
(gunfire)
(men shouting)
Okay, let's save that explanation for later.
Yeah, good call.
(gunfire continues)
Hey, Mac, as much as I love
commandeering a jet engine,
it's making it damn near impossible to drive this piece.
CAGE: And I'm a little hazy
on how it's gonna help us fight fire.
Yeah, me, too.
All right, you guys remember how I said
that the explosions were gonna create
a shockwave that was gonna blow out the flames?
Yeah, Jack's birthday candle metaphor.
Exactly. So, that L-39 Albatros
in the back there,
it pumps out about 50,000 pounds of thrust,
enough to blow out the wellhead fires.
Yeah!
If, you know... If?
If what?
If we can get close enough.
How close?
15, maybe 20 feet. What?!
Were you not listening earlier
when I told you what Grandpappy Dalton
said about wellhead blowouts?
Meant hurricane force winds, dude.
Lethal gas spouts and the air burns at
a balmy 3,000 degrees. Did you forget that?!
I did not forget that, Jack.
(groans) Mac, you have a plan, right?
I have a plan, in progress.
In progress. Fantastic.
(yells)
Okay, we got four rebels approaching fast.
Jack, we got to outrun them.
Well, you're speaking my language, lady,
but we're not outrunning anybody
with that thing rolling around back there!
I take one turn too fast,
we're gonna slide right off the damn road!
Well, what do you think the seatbelts are for? Well, I don't know!
A straightjacket? A bullwhip? A flail?
Could be anything. That was rhetorical.
Oh, I'm sorry, Fonzie. I get a little anxious
when people are trying to kill me!
Come on, come on!
Let's go!
I'm trying!
Cage! Take care of those bad guys! Let's go!
Already there.
I got this. Engine's all you, okay?
Okay.
(grunting)
(man yells)
Yeah!
I don't mean to alarm anybody, but, uh,
the road's about to swerve!
Hold on!
Hey. I can't drive if I can't see!
Oh, so sorry to inconvenience you, Jack!
Move!
Hey!
Left, Jack! Hard left!
(man yells)
Thanks. Ditto. (rapid gunfire)
Uh, guys, the road's about to swerve again.
If you don't tie that jet engine down, like, now,
this trip's gonna end right here!
Got it! Hang on!
(laughs) Yeah, baby!
Fast and Furious: Nigerian Drift!
(Jack whoops, laughs)
Good job.
(sighs)
Anything from Mac?
Yeah, they lost the rebels and are about an hour away
from the wellhead. Hope we can last another hour.
These fires are almost starting faster than I can put them out.
I can use the drone's thermal cameras to spot new ones
and alert us as they pop up.
(fire whooshes)
Oh, man.
(low-pitched hum)
We should dig a fire break.
A deep ditch around the tree
that the flames won't be able to cross.
Yeah, thank you. No problem.
Grow up around MacGyver, you learn a thing or two
about fire safety. (chuckles)
So avocados, huh?
Piha oyinbo.
"Alligator pear."
You see, we call it that because of the rough green skin.
And when you cut it open...
(growls)
It looks like an alligator's eye. (chuckles)
You know, my grandfather planted this tree,
long before anybody knew there was oil underground.
Four generations of my family have eaten from it.
(laughs) I used to
cut the fruit in half when, uh, when it was ripe,
and then chase my daughter around all over here.
(growls) Come. Come here.
(chuckles)
Your daughter?
Yeah. She's, uh, 12 years old.
Where is she?
(sighs)
She was taken a couple of years ago,
along with many others.
The children, they are made to do... horrible things.
Fight their wars...
But my Nina is strong. I know she will survive.
Is that why you stay here?
I know she will come back to me one day.
Solomon, my friends are gonna do everything they can
to put out the fire,
but if they can't,
we need to talk about an evacuation plan.
You see, you say "we,"
but when you evacuate, where will you go?
Los Angeles.
Because that is your home, right?
You will board a plane and you will fly far away,
and in a couple of weeks, you will forget
about all of this. That's not true.
No. No, it's okay.
These are not your problems, not really.
It wasn't your grandfather that planted this tree.
When you evacuate, you will go home.
But where will my Nina go if I'm not here when she returns?
♫
You okay?
It'll heal.
All right.
CAGE: Mac,
you know I don't usually crawl
inside someone's head unless I'm paid to,
but, for what it's worth, I think you need to be careful.
What do you mean?
I feel like you need to take a step back and ask yourself
what's more likely, that your dad's watch
was repaired wrong
or that the numbers you found etched inside
are some kind of elaborate clue.
You think I'm grasping at shadows? Mm-hmm.
I think the easiest way to botch an investigation
is to misinterpret information
so that you can follow a theory you hope to be true.
Confirmation bias. Yeah.
Leads can feel significant simply because
you want them to be.
You got a lot of happy memories of your dad?
Some.
Well, I don't.
All I have are unanswered questions,
questions that only he can answer.
So if the people in that village are willing to die
to defend their heritage, shouldn't I be willing
to chase any lead, no matter how...
Whoa, whoa.
(high-pitched whirring in distance)
What are the chances that's a good sound?
About eleventy-billion to none.
(rumbling)
Mac, Mac. That sound can only mean one thing, man.
Riley, Bozer.
Get everyone inside. The wellhead's about to explode.
(rumbling continues)
(villagers shouting)
MacGYVER: Riley, Bozer. The wellhead's about to...
(staticky): Riley.
What, Mac? We can't hear you.
Can you hear me? Mac.
Mac, say it again.
The wellhead is about to explode.
Get everyone inside now.
Are you okay?
You're on fire.
I know, right? That was pretty dope of me.
Move over Liam Neeson, the B-O-Z...
Bozer, you're on fire! You're on fire! Huh?
(high-pitched screaming)
Any chance we could pretend that last part didn't happen?
Now, come on, come on, come on.
(phone ringing)
It's Matty.
We're not supposed to be here. What do I do?
She can't see us. Be cool.
Okay.
Matty. Wuzzup? (Chuckles)
MATTY: I have Mac, Jack and Cage patched in as well.
The oil company said that the pressure underground
is building faster than they expected.
Meaning what exactly? Meaning what just happened
is only the warm-up for the main event.
Riley, Bozer, where are you?
Well, Matty, actually, that's a funny story. We are...
Drop whatever it is you're doing
and get out of that town immediately. Do you hear me?
The oil company said the entire pipeline's
gonna blow in a half an hour.
Matty, we're ten minutes away from the wellhead,
and we have a plan... Uh, guys, we have a problem.
What is it?
Rebels. Lots of them headed our way.
Not for long. Hang on!
(men shouting)
Uh, guys, I have a feeling we're gonna be late.
How late? JACK: Bozer, it'll be
a miracle if we ever get there!
Ma'am, the oil company is trying to remotely open valves
to relieve pressure on the wellhead,
but the heat's making it difficult.
Our techs just received a report that methane gas is leaking
into an underground geological pocket
that could ignite at any time.
Mac, have you lost them yet?
Yeah, that'd be a big "no," Matty.
Okay, I've heard enough. Riley, Bozer,
gather the people and evac the town now.
Mac, ditch your new friends
and rendezvous with Riley and Bozer at exfil.
But, Matty, we can't just abandon every...
You can when it's a direct order, Riley.
I'm pulling the plug. BOZER: All due respect, Matty,
I'm watching a man risk his life to save a tree.
I'm not running till he does.
Bozer's right, Matty. If we don't put out that fire,
the whole country's gonna be reduced to ash.
Mac, we're too heavy and slow to ditch these guys.
(gunfire)
But what if we weren't? I got an idea,
but I don't think you're gonna like this.
(chuckles): I think I'm gonna like it.
I think I'm gonna like it a lot!
No, that's insane. It's boy logic.
It'll never work in the real world.
MacGYVER: It will. The physics itself is sound.
I'm just not sure if the truck's gonna hold together.
Come on, Cage!
Okay, okay! I change my mind.
Do it, but do it fast. Fast is the only way to do this.
♫
Hurry up, Mac, let's go!
You know what'd be really good to have right now?
Seat belts. Just saying. (chuckles)
The time is now, Mac.
Now!
(Jack whooping, laughing)
(tires screeching)
We're alive.
(laughs): We're alive!
(yells)
Jack... Sorry, sorry. I was real... I'm really excited.
Thanks, Jack.
(laughing): I told you it was...
(laughing)
That's great, guys.
Now, please get back here ASAP
so the rest of us can say the same thing.
Man, are we glad to see you guys.
We saw the whole thing on the drone's camera.
Was it amazing? I bet it was amazing. Can I do it?
Well, if this next step works, Bozer, I'll drive you myself.
Now what?
All right, first we have to outfit the pickup
to withstand the heat.
So...
Oh, you know what? Bozer,
get the locals to help you detach
as many of these corrugated tin roofs as possible.
Riley, space blankets from emergency kits.
As many as possible. Cage...
Uh, we got a little problem here, chief.
CAGE: Bullet hole.
Rebels must've hit the line
before we pulled the throttle.
I think we're out of jet juice bro.
What are we gonna do now?
I guess we'll just have to make some more.
♫
Keep them coming, guys.
Now, boiling crude oil
separates short-chain molecules from long-chain ones,
which will cool and condense back into a liquid
into this container right here.
And when this one's full, just swap with another bucket.
Got it? Okay.
Got it.
How's it going over here, Riley?
Almost done stripping what we don't need.
About to start heat shielding.
Thanks.
All right, so, the tin will reflect the heat,
but there can't be any gaps for it to penetrate, or...
Or it'll cook us alive from a hundred feet out.
We know, we know.
(phone ringing)
Yello.
MATTY: Hey, Jack.
So, I just wanted to keep you in the loop
that the oil company
was able to open the rest of the valves.
Oh, well, that's great.
Well, not really. They think that, at best,
it bought you another 20 minutes before the wellhead blows wide,
vaporizing everyone even remotely close.
Okay.
Thanks for the pep talk, Matty. That's a big help.
Hey, while you're telling me a bunch of scary stuff
I can't do much about, you want to go ahead
and shoot me my cholesterol score?
It isn't a score, Jack.
Eh, whatever.
Can you be honest with me?
Is this gonna work?
(chuckles)
Jet engines are actually pretty simple machines.
They add fuel to a flowing stream of air
and massively increase the force of that air by heating it up.
So, in theory,
anything combustible should do the same thing.
Like crude oil refined into homemade gasoline.
You do this thing with your face
when you're saving the worst part for last.
The only thing is crude oil contains a bunch of gunk
that's eventually gonna clog the engine.
And how soon is "eventually"?
You don't know.
Of course.
(boy crying)
Hey, would you, uh...
hold on to this for me?
It's gonna get hot out there, and...
even if it is just an old, poorly repaired watch...
it's all I got left of him, you know?
I'll be giving this back to you
after we cap that well.
♫
Yeah, that's about as close as we can get without cooking.
Laces?
Hey, Mac, I know this might not be the best time
for a heart-to-heart.
Definitely not. But in the event
we don't just spontaneously combust right here and die...
I want you to know that we're gonna find your dad.
You know why? 'Cause we're not gonna stop looking till we do.
Well, as long as you got me around, you got family.
I mean, I ain't going anywhere.
(both chuckle)
Thanks.
Yeah, man.
Unless, of course, our faces melt off
like at the end of Raiders.
(laughs): Remember that?
(laughs)
What's that smell?
That's the tires melting.
And that, uh... that doesn't concern you at all?
Don't-don't we need to drive?
(chuckles) No. No, we need them to melt.
It's the only way to anchor the truck
so that the jet's thrust doesn't push it away from the fire.
Of course. Okay.
Hopefully the truck doesn't veer off course.
Yeah? (chuckles)
Hopefully.
Let's go.
All right.
Let's blow out this candle.
Jack, make a wish.
Is it cool if I just wish for this to work?
(laughs)
(jet engine starts)
Guys, maybe we should get out of here, huh?
If it was gonna blow,
it's already too late to outrun it.
(both laughing)
(Jack yelling happily)
We did it!
(villagers murmuring)
(cheering)
♫
MacGYVER: I can't believe that actually worked.
(both laughing)
Mac, if you can put out that fire
with spare parts and an old truck,
you can find your dad.
Thank you.
(Jack laughs)
You know, I think Old Red would be proud.
I think your grandpa would be proud.
JACK: Yeah, he would.
He'd be proud of us all.
MATTY: Once you put out the fire,
the Nigerians were able to cap the well.
Their military has The Damisa on the run,
and several of the camps near you
have already been liberated.
Well, that's great news. MATTY: Yeah.
Now for the not such great news.
JACK: Come on, now.
Matty, we just reenacted a John Wayne classic.
I'm on an emotional high here.
Why does there always have to be a not great part?
Riley? Bozer?
(Riley sighs, Jack groans)
I knew this was coming.
You two disobeyed orders
and stayed in the town.
By doing so, you helped to save it.
Your actions were brave,
even noble,
but they could've gotten you killed,
which would have put the success of our entire mission at risk.
Oversight is reviewing the situation
to determine disciplinary action.
Does this mean we're gonna get a face-to-face?
No. Oversight doesn't interact
with agents.
They deal with me, and then I deal with you.
Look, Matty, I just want you to know
that we really... MATTY: Save it.
It's out of my hands.
Well, if there's a silver lining
to all this, it's probably the fact
that I'm not the one who's in trouble this time.
(chuckles sarcastically) Thanks, Jack.
Yeah, you're welcome. CAGE: You guys will be fine.
Every operative worth their salt disobeys an order
from time to time.
And if I hadn't done exactly that, I wouldn't be here.
Hmm. Look,
the only thing that really matters...
Look around you.
This is all that really matters, isn't it?
(horn honks)
♫
Think it was worth it?
Nina?
Nina!
(whispers): Nina.
BOZER: Oh, yeah.
Absolutely worth it.
Let's bounce.
Yay.
What is it? (chuckles)
It's called a tether car.
When your dad was a teenager,
he used to spend his summers
working as a mechanic, fixing cars in the local shop.
So, I thought it'd be cool
if we built this together, and that way I can teach you
about one of his passions.
It's so cool.
Thank you. Oh, you're welcome.
So, the last time I was here,
you had asked me if I had any stories about my dad.
Mm-hmm.
And the truth is I really don't.
But I do have lots of great stories
about a good group of friends who are a lot like family.
One time, we made a truck fly.
No way. That's silly.
I'm serious. It's true.
Well, it's halfway true.
We were running away from these rebels in Nigeria,
and, um...
DENISE (calling out): Guys, dinner's ready.
And you know what?
That is a story for another time.
And until then, I think we should pinky swear
never to mention that to anyone. All right?
Good. Knew I could trust you.
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