MacGyver (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Jet Engine + Pickup Truck - full transcript

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)

(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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