MacGyver (2016–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Dia de Muertos + Sicarios + Family - full transcript

- [narrator] Previously on MacGyver...
- Take this, and make sure

you bring it back to me.

What happened to you going
back to Nigeria and Nasha and...

Nasha and I are gonna figure out
the long-distance thing for a while,

but I'm back.

Luis Gomez, the
head of La Ola cartel.

These are the men
who cost you your facility.

Walsh, I want you to find them.

He's my former partner.

Then one day, without warning,
he went to the other side.

I've been hunting
him ever since,



and I'm not gonna stop until
I lock him in a concrete box.

Perdoname, Don Gomez.

He's finally admitted to being
in contact with the Americans.

- But, he won't say any more.
- To you.

Maybe he will say more to me.

[groaning]

[shouting]

[shouting]

[man] Package is secure.

Let's get the hell out of here.

[tires screeching]

♪ Mr. Wolfman, go
tell Frankenstein ♪

- ♪ What? ♪
- ♪ That I wish ♪

♪ I wish you were mine ♪



- [indistinct chatter]
- Wow, the yard looks good, babe.

Hey, hon. Perfect timing.

Ms. Glass was just telling me about
the homeowners' association rules.

Oh.

We're so excited to have
newlyweds in the neighborhood.

But I was just telling your husband
our HOA has very strict laws

- and bylaws about...
- Pretty much everything.

- [laughs]
- Sorry to steal him away,

but I've got a honey-do
list a mile long.

Oh, that's cute.

Well, I'm around if you have any
questions about the association guidelines,

like how far away to keep holiday
decorations from property lines.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Okay. All right,
you have a nice day.

- All right.
- You, too.

Come on, Jules, let's go.

Thank you. I was
seriously considering

faking a bathroom emergency
to escape that woman.

Dude. Come on, gross.

- [computer beeps]
- Hey, Matty.

Just did another lap around
Kettner's house. All quiet.

So after a week of playing house
in the burbs, you two still got bupkis.

Not for a lack of trying, Matty.
We've been on this guy 24/7.

But he hasn't left his house

or made any unusual
calls or had any visitors.

Spies tend to be
careful like that, Bozer.

But if Daniel Kettner
is stealing documents

and sending them to the Chinese,

I promise you, it's
not through telepathy.

Now, we need to prove
he's committing treason

so we can shut him down.

Which is why I hid the
large format X-ray imager

in the ghost on the front lawn.

- Oh, we have X-ray vision. Cool.
- I'm thrilled that you love this new toy,

but remember, it
didn't come cheap.

So use it to find
something on Kettner,

or you'll be reimbursing the
Phoenix out of your own pocket.

Mm-mm. She's kidding, right?

No.

Okay. Now you're gonna connect
the lithium battery to the condenser fan.

You sure I won't get shocked?

I promise.

[chuckles]

- It's working!
- I told you.

Now, give it an
hour to cool down

before you put the flu vaccines
and the antibiotics into it.

An hour. Okay. Thank you, Angus.

Of course. Just wish I
was there to do it myself.

Me, too. But I understand.

Are you any closer to finding
the man who killed your friend Jill?

Not yet.

[grunting]

Hey, Jack. Whatcha doing?

- How'd you know it was me?
- Besides body language...

Yeah, I... I've been
working on that.

There's only one person who
aspires to be Frason, or, uh,

Jeddy, whatever you
call your hybrid guy.

Well, I guess originality has its
price. Hey, Nasha. Happy Halloween.

[laughs] Hi, Jack. Same to you.

It's getting late. I
should go. I miss you.

Miss you, too. Talk soon, okay?

Listen, I know you're probably
feeling a little down right now,

but I have just the thing
to snap you out of it.

- You ready?
- Ready.

Slasher films, sequels
edition, movie marathon.

[laughs] You seem
extremely excited about this.

Yeah, you're damn right I'm
excited, and you should be, too.

Listen to this lineup: first of
all, Friday the 13th Part VIII:

Jason Takes
Manhattan. NYC style.

Then we move on to Nightmare
on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors.

Finish it up with a little...
2003, Freddy vs. Jason.

Boom sauce. [hisses]

Quick question. Did you arrange
that from best to worst or worst to best?

Oh, I didn't really think
about that. I don't remember.

[phone vibrating]

- Is that your old man?
- Yeah.

Hey, before you answer,
how'd the big lunch go?

On the Darth Vader,
Luke Skywalker scale,

was it a battle in the clouds
or a party with the Ewoks?

He didn't cut my hand
off with a lightsaber.

But at the same time, there
was no fireworks and dancing.

We agreed to wipe the
slate clean and start over.

There you go. That's progress.

Hey.

Son, I need you to
listen very carefully.

I'm in Mexico on an
operation that went real bad.

[Oversight] My tac team is
down, my informant is dead

and I'm, uh, I'm, uh,
I'm... I'm wounded.

But I still got the package.

What-what op? What-what package?

- Luis Gomez.
- The "La Ola Cartel boss who greenlit us"

- Luis Gomez?
- That's correct.

What the hell are you doing
down there by yourself?

- I'll explain everything later.
- Yeah. Send coordinates,

and we'll loop in Matty
and plan a rescue.

Dad, we're coming for you.

[MacGyver] This is where my
father was right before he went dark.

Don't worry, we'll
find him. No problem.

You're acting oddly calm around
all this death-themed iconography.

- Shouldn't you be freaking out by now?
- Yeah, while it is true

that Jack Dalton gives a wide
berth to all things supernatural,

I actually love this holiday.

Día de Muertos is a time to celebrate
family and honor loved ones lost.

That's enlightened of you.

It is, isn't it? But,
now, just to be clear,

it's Day of the Dead,
not Night of the Dead.

I don't want to be messing around
out here when the sun goes down, man.

That's a whole
different ball game.

All right, we're talking
Chupacabra, La Lechuza, huh?

- "Nahooa" demons.
- Nahua demons?

Yeah, whatever. You don't
want to mess with them, trust me.

So, let's just keep this daytime
op daytime, you feel me?

Yeah. We're getting close.

- [bell tolling]
- My father should be right in there.

Oh, a house of worship? On the
Day of the Dead? That's fantastic.

- I thought you were good.
- I'm fine, yeah. Uh-uh.

Hey, hey, hey. Wait. Wait.

Psst.

Ooh.

Well, whatever happened in
here, we certainly missed it.

Yeah. Looks like he
tried to barricade the door.

Yeah. Emphasis
on the word "tried."

I mean, just 'cause
they got through the door

doesn't mean that he's... um...

Listen, Gomez's sicarios
got plenty of good reasons

to keep your old man
alive. I ain't gonna worry

about that right now.
Neither should you.

Wait, my father's trying
to send me a message.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

"457." What's that
supposed to mean?

When I was a, uh, kid,
he bought me a Walkman

and told me it was
for a surprise ski trip.

I thought it was a real
father-son vacation. Well, no.

It was just an opportunity
to teach me survival skills.

[grunts]

Like how to make an avalanche
beacon out of my new portable radio.

So you feel my pain when it
comes to sacrificing electronics.

[chuckles softly]

457 kilohertz.

That's the frequency that
avalanche beacons use.

So, by tuning this
AM radio down,

I can hone in on any transmitting beacons,
as long as they're out there to be found.

- [radio beeping]
- [sighs]

He's out there. I just
hope he's still alive.

[beeping]

Don't even think
about it, Gomez.

All I'm thinking about is how heavy
that metal must feel in your hand.

Go on. Fight it.

That blood loss
is gonna catch up.

It's only a matter of time
before I take that gun

and empty it into your head.

Shut up. I could kill you
with a clean conscience.

- But you haven't.
- It's what you know

that's keeping you alive.

[panting] Even if I...

Adios, Gomez. [laughs]

Ooh! Ooh, that felt really good.

Really good. My fist has
been wanting to meet your face

ever since you put a hit out
on me and my friends, Gomez.

I always knew that ski
trip would come in handy,

I just didn't think it would
be in a desert climate.

[chuckles] You still owe
me a Walkman, by the way.

Okay, Matty, we've linked up with
Jim and his new bestie. What's next?

What's their condition?

- Eh.
- Gomez sustained

minor injuries, and my
father needs medical attention

or he's not gonna
make it to exfil.

The hospitals and the
clinics are gonna be a no-go.

Gomez and his sicarios are
gonna be looking there for sure.

Okay. I've got something
that'll work, two blocks from you.

Hope you've been flossing.

Sit down there.

Don't move, or
I'll put one in you.

You should really do yourself
a favor, and eat a bullet,

before my friends find us.

[Jack] Yeah, you should
really do yourself a favor,

and shut your mouth, before
I start pulling your teeth.

- What is...?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Please, don't shoot.

I'll unlock the drugs.
You can have my money.

- What?
- No, no, no. We're not thieves.

And we are not here to hurt you.

My father is wounded, and we need
help. Is there anything that you can do?

I'm not a surgeon.

We have nowhere else to go.

[Gomez] Maribel Vargas.

Such a pretty name.

There's a Vargas
Pharmacy a few blocks away.

Your father's, perhaps?

What'd I tell you?
Shut your mouth.

Let's go now. The
quicker we do this,

the better off for everyone,
am I right? Let's go.

He's got a shard of glass right
there, and he's lost a lot of blood.

- I'll do what I can.
- Thank you.

[doorbell rings]

[kids] Trick or treat.

[laughs]

Great costume. Excellent makeup.

Trick or treat, mortal.

[laughs] Okay.

Little dude, you're
not even in costume.

- I'm the Hulk.
- The Hulk is green and large.

That's right. When he's angry. You
don't want to see me when I'm angry.

Okay, all right, all
right. You got me.

All right. [laughs]

Oh, got the pillowcase.

All right. Don't take
candy from strangers.

[Riley] Bozer.

You can't be giving
out handfuls of candy.

We're supposed to blend in,

not be the house with
a line around the block.

- Okay, sugar snap?
- Well, I just can't deny

my Halloween
instincts, snookums.

[both chuckle]

What?

[sighs] I don't know.

Being fake married
to you is easy,

but, you know, with
Leanna, it's just, it's different.

What do you mean?

I feel like I can't really
let my guard down.

Well, that's normal.

You guys are still getting
to know each other.

Eh, it's more than that.

It's like I'm always wondering if
she's gonna see the real me and...

decide to bail.

Bozer, look, you guys are gonna
get more comfortable with time.

And if you show her the real you
and she doesn't like it, that's on her.

Take it from your fake
wife: you're pretty awesome.

[computer beeps]

Check this out.

I've never seen
this laptop before.

It's not connected
to his Wi-Fi network,

and there's no reference to
it on any of his other devices.

A secret laptop he
hides in his floor?

That's exactly the kind of
place you'd keep stolen data.

But it's air-gapped, so
the only way to get a look

at what's on the hard drive
is to physically plug into it.

He leaves the laptop unguarded every
time trick-or-treaters ring his doorbell.

Halloween is the perfect
cover for a little break-in.

Yeah, but he only spends, like,
30 seconds with each group of kids.

I'm gonna need more time.

Okay, I got a plan. But I'm
gonna need some backup.

You have a gentle
touch, Maribel.

I may have to switch dentists.

Ignore him. You're doing great.

We'll be out of your
hair pretty soon, okay?

[exhales]

[Oversight] How
long have I been out?

About an hour.

We still have two miles to exfil, so
I figured I'd build something to keep

our violent friend over
here in line along the way.

[Oversight] Hmm. Smart.

You know, if you shorten the
wires from the battery to the contacts,

it reduces the resistance.

Yes, I know, and that is true,
but I needed the extra slack

to set the capacitors in
series to store the charge.

Ah.

Look, uh, I'm sorry I
got you into this mess.

You got intel that Gomez was
coming into town to celebrate

and decided to take
him off the board.

Given the threat that
he poses to you, and I...

It makes sense, and...
and I appreciate it.

[Jack] Okay, fellas, I think she's
about done with his cleaning.

So the sooner we get that
contraption on him, the better.

I don't want him
getting any wild ideas.

Okay, let's do this quickly.

[grunts]

All right, here we go.

[MacGyver] Don't let that
small battery fool you, Gomez.

It's not the volts that
hurt, it's the amps.

Those electrodes will deliver
upwards of five milliamps

into your chest every time
someone presses the button.

[Oversight] It's like
wearing a Taser.

You get out of line,
and you get zapped.

Would you like a demonstration?

Go for it. If you can reach it, you
can do whatever you like with it.

[laughs]

- [beeps]
- [groaning]

Ooh!

Ooh, ooh, please.
Tell me it's my turn.

What do you say, Gomez?
Should I let him use it,

- or do you get the picture?
- [phone rings]

Hey, Matty. Almost
done packing up.

Ready to head to
exfil. What's going on?

[Matty] Mac, I don't know how,

but Gomez's sicarios are
inbound to your current location.

I killed your comms in
case they traced your signal,

but you got to get
out of there right now.

They're coming.

How the hell did they
know where we were?

I'm sorry. I had to call them.

Gomez won't just kill me, he'll,
he'll murder my entire family.

You don't know what
it's like to live here.

You're right, we don't.

And I'm sorry that we
involved you in this,

but please, put down the gun.

[Gomez] You're doing
the right thing, Maribel.

Just keep the gun on them,
and I'll make your family rich.

Come on. You know better than
to take this monster at his word.

Put that down now.

Stop moving.

[tires screeching outside]

They're surrounding
the building.

Alto.

[man speaking Spanish]

Pase.

We got to get as far away
as we can while we can.

Yeah, but it's not just the
sicarios we got to worry about.

If sweet little Maribel here
would drop the dime on us,

no offense, then anybody
in this city could be onto us.

[comm beeps]

Maribel took a bus out of town,

called her family, told
them to do the same.

Well, I'm glad to hear the
dentist is nice and safe,

but the three amigos are
still good and stuck here.

Matty texted. The exfil's blown.

La Ola sicarios are on the lookout
for choppers anywhere around the city.

[Gomez] You
should let me go now.

At least give yourselves a head
start before my men hunt you down.

Come on, man, just,
just one good zap?

Please? I'll slip you some cash.

Well, Matty should be able to
find us another ride out of town.

She's gonna try.

But we can't just wait around
here with our fingers crossed, man.

Come on. I saw a police
station a few blocks back.

What do you say I go in there and see
if I can recruit us a little help, yeah?

I think it's a good idea.

- All right.
- But since it only does

take one dirty cop
to alert the cartel,

you and I keep Gomez on
the move, try to get out of town.

You call when you
find help, yeah?

- Sounds good, I'll see you soon.
- All righty.

Hey. Hey-hey, everybody, listen
up. I got an emergency situation here.

- Who-who's the head honcho?
- How can I help?

[sighs] Well, I,
uh, got a bit...

- Were you robbed?
- [chuckles] No, sir, not today. No.

I'm a US federal agent, and I
have Luis Gomez in custody.

Really?

- [Jack] Really.
- Yeah. The one and only.

His killers are coming after
my friends, and we need a...

exit strategy on the down low.

I was kind of hoping we could
get a police escort out of León.

[laughter]

Are you insane? We cannot help.

[Jack] Why?

Oh, I get it. Everybody in here
is afraid of the big bad Gomey.

[snaps fingers] Got it.

Maybe I'm aiming a little
high here. Forget the escort.

Can anybody in here get
me a plane or a helicopter?

- [soft laughter]
- [mutters in Spanish]

I'm serious, man.
I'm... I'm telling you,

I got a frickin' super
villain in custody,

and nobody in here
wants to be a cop today?

- Is that it?
- This is Mexico, cowboy.

Hey. Do you really
have Luis Gomez?

- Yeah, that's right.
- What will you do with him?

Well, I'm gonna squeeze
his tiny little brain,

get every bit of intel I
can on the La Ola cartel

and then I'm-a throw
him in a hole somewhere,

let him rot like an apple.

Look... I have grown
up in that man's shadow,

watched his power spread
across my country like a disease.

Now's your chance to
do something about it.

[sighs]

- I know where we can find a plane.
- Okay, good.

- What about a pilot?
- You're looking at him, sport.

- What's your name?
- Enrique Cardoza.

Jack Dalton.

Okay, Calvin, you're
clear on the plan?

For the billionth time, yes.

You know, you caught my dad

right when we got to the houses
giving out full-size candy bars.

[high-pitched] Beep... beep...

What are you doing?

That's the sound
of my friend Matty

backing a dump truck full
of candy into your driveway

as a thank-you
for your sacrifice.

- Dump truck?
- You heard me.

You and your friends will be
sick for a year, tummy aches!

- Promise?
- Oh, I promise.

- Tummy ache!
- Hey, hey! Yeah.

Trick or treat.

Ooh... Cool. My
dog loves candy...

Riley, go.

[Calvin] Did you know the
guy who invented Dracula,

like, literally never
went to Transylvania?

I did not. You're very
smart for your age.

Mahalo. That's
Hawaiian, you know.

Hawaii is so nice...

[Calvin continues
chatting indistinctly]

[man] And you know
you can have both, right?

Well, um... my dad
said just one piece.

[Riley] Okay.

I'm seeing plenty of evidence
Kettner's selling secrets

to the Chinese, but...
these files are massive.

Cloning the hard drive is
gonna take longer than I thought.

Lollipop. Don't have
any of those yet.

He's adorable, but I really
have to get back inside, so...

Actually, my wife and I practice
something called "Free-Range Parenting."

You know, we resist the urge to interfere
in Calvin's decision-making process,

so he develops his own
healthy judgment paradigm.

[Calvin] What's "high...
fer-ac-tose corn syrup"?

[sighs] I'm sorry, I really
need to go back inside.

Bozer, I need more time.

Hey, did, Mr. Kramer tell
you about the trash collectors?

- I mean, you think you know some...
- I really have to go. Goodnight.

Hey! Uh, excuse me?

You can't just throw candy at
my son. He has a nut allergy!

Get your hand off my door.

Don't hit him with the candy.

Go ahead and
close the door, then.

You're closing it 'cause
I'm telling you to close it.

Okay, Riley, I hope you're out,
because Kettner's coming your way.

[beeps]

[phone ringing]

[Kettner] Don't ever call
me on this phone again.

Let me get my landline.

[dialing]

[Bozer] Riley? Are you okay?

Riley?

You know, far as Halloween goes,

this isn't the worst
one we've had together.

[sighs] Yeah.

How much of it do you remember?

Pieces.

The Buzz Lightyear
costume she made me...

- Oh, yeah.
- Hanging on the back of my door.

Sitting by my bedroom window,

watching all the
other kids trick-or-treat.

God, it was years before Halloween
meant anything else to me, you know?

Well, losing your mom is...

not an easy thing for a
five-year-old to understand.

- You still think about her?
- Every day.

- You?
- Of course.

At this point, it's
all fuzzy memories.

- She always smelled like vanilla.
- [chuckles]

- Poême.
- What?

That was her favorite perfume.

I got her a bottle on
our honeymoon in Paris,

and then every
anniversary after that.

She used to say she needed it to cover
up the smell of what she called my cologne:

- WD-40.
- [both laugh]

You know, Angus,
when your mom died,

I felt as though the tether of
my home life had been cut.

I took every overseas
op I could get,

telling myself that the
distance would keep you safe.

But that was just... that
was just me... rationalizing.

I was avoiding my own grief.

I realize I could never
make up for that, but...

a fresh start with us would
mean everything to me.

Aw. This is better than
a telenovela. [chuckles]

Her death was the best thing that
could have happened to you two.

- You know what? Here we go.
- No, no, no, no. Let me.

I lost my wife and daughter when the
Garcia brothers put a bomb in my car.

One morning, Isabel is taking
Flor to school, like any other day.

An instant later...
they're gone.

But I didn't wallow in my grief.

I... I realized my family
had made me weak.

I made the choice
never to be weak again.

The cartel is my family now.

That's sad. And by
that, I mean pathetic.

You really think any of your guys
would light a candle for you when you die?

- [scoffs softly]
- [phone rings]

Matty, tell me Jack
is recruiting help.

[Matty] He did, just not
the kind we expected.

He gained access to a
small plane, so new plan.

Fly Gomez out of Mexico.

You need to meet him at a
landing strip just outside of León.

I'm gonna send you coordinates.

- [beeping]
- This is five miles away.

[Oversight] Damn it.
The road's blocked.

[mock groan] Oh...

Did I forget to
mention the parade?

Sorry. Slipped my mind.

Nobody's going anywhere
on Día de los Muertos.

- We are sitting ducks in traffic.
- Totally exposed on foot.

These guys are everywhere.

There's no way we're
gonna get through the city.

What about over it?

Rafa! Up here!

[shouts in Spanish]

[people screaming]

[shouting in Spanish]

Gomez.

Rafa. Get this off of me!

[grunting]

Well, what are you
waiting for? Help me!

[cocks pistol]

- What the hell are you doing?
- Taking over.

- [electrical zapping]
- [grunts]

[yells]

[gunfire]

That's some family
you got there, Gomez.

There's only one way
off this roof that doesn't

involve getting shot,
and it's a 50-foot drop.

All right, we'll be falling at
a rate 58.7 feet per second

when we hit the ground,
that's 38.5 miles per hour,

excluding air resistance. That
gives us a 50% chance of survival.

But what do you say we
tilt the chances in our favor

and use the exhaust
fan to lower us? Okay?

- So a little wraparound...
- Yeah, that should work, as long as...

- Obviously. Got it?
- Yeah, yeah.

We're gonna
go for a little ride!

- What are you doing?
- Saving your life.

Are you crazy?

- Here we go.
- Aah...!

[grunting]

[panting]

Not to, uh, nitpick
or anything, but...

that would have hurt a lot
less if you had cut the power

to the fan to reduce the torque.

Are you seriously lecturing me
on rotational inertia right now?

It's constructive
criticis... criticism.

Dad.

[grunting]

Remote. The remote!

If we don't work together... we'll
never make it through the night.

You know, when you told me
your grandfather had an airplane,

I kind of figured you
meant a whole one.

[chuckles] You
got a light on you?

Thanks.

She just needs a
fresh coat of paint.

Well... this thing has to
carry four grown men to LA.

When's the last time
this was actually airborne?

- Ten years ago.
- Hmm.

Mi abuelo used it to seed
and fertilize his barley fields.

And sometimes he
let me go up with him.

But when I was 16, men
from La Ola came here

and said the landing strip was
going to be used for moving drugs.

Mi abuelo refused.

Is that why you decided to
help me? For your grandfather?

For him... and others.

It's been a year since
I joined the police,

hoping to get
some justice, but...

everyone's either in the cartel's
pocket or too afraid to make arrests.

- Hmm.
- You know, el mundo esta patas arriba,

when the police are the ones
who must hide their faces.

But if we can put Gomez
in an American prison,

beyond the reach
of his corrupt friends,

it will send a powerful
message to the cartels.

You know, I've encountered

seemingly unstoppable
evil on every continent.

Evil that entire governments
are powerless against.

Sometimes it just takes
one person stepping up

to show a man like
Gomez he's not a god.

He's flesh and blood,
just like me and you,

and he can be taken down.

You know, you're doing
the right thing here, Enrique.

I really appreciate
it, and I take it back.

I think this old girl's
gonna fly just fine.

I've flown a lot worse,
to be honest with you.

If your friends can really get
Luis Gomez all the way here.

Ah, they'll be here.

They'll be here.

[loud engine passing]

[Oversight] I need to
know where he is right now.

I'll tell you when I have a deal
in writing, not a moment before.

Stop playing games, Gomez.
This is too important to keep secret.

You better make
sure I stay alive, then.

It would be a shame if I took
this information to my grave.

Rafa's flooding the
streets with his men.

It's only a matter of time
before he find us in here.

What was that about?

I have reliable intel that Jonah
Walsh finished his KX7 drug cocktail.

Gomez knows how to find Walsh.

Wow. That's the real
reason you went after him,

why you initiated this op.

Walsh could be months, weeks
from selling this on the open market.

Now, look, son, I know I
should have read you in.

I don't know why... Look.

Let's just focus on finding
Jack and his plane for now.

[Gomez] There's a cemetery.

El Cementerio De San Pedro.

Years ago, when I
first joined La Ola,

I helped build a tunnel to
move product out of León.

Months later, the Federales
found it, and they shut it down.

If we can get there, we can
escape beneath the sicarios' feet.

You're telling me that the whole
time we were driving and running

and getting shot at, there were
underground tunnels we could use

- to get out of the city?
- Sí, but that was before I knew

I had a target on my back, too.

[scoffs] He may be a
cold-blooded monster,

but he's also a
conniving opportunist.

He's gonna do anything
he can to stay alive,

so I say we take our chances in
the tunnels, get the hell out of here,

and then you can squeeze
him for whatever intel you want.

I can't stay in this closet forever.
You got to get me out of here.

- What's the plan?
- Well, it's not ringing the doorbell.

He's not opening
up anymore, so...

Okay, I'm gonna
have to be your eyes.

Okay, Riley, time to make
a move. Exit the closet.

Make your way to the door.

Oh, man, this is so cool.

Just like Morpheus guiding
Neo through the Matrix.

Yeah. I'm glad you're
having fun, Bozer.

Wait, wait, wait! Hide!

Riley, he has a gun.

[whispering] Bozer,
do something.

[gasps]

[glass shatters]
[car alarm blaring]

[grunting]

Hey! What the hell
is your problem?!

Teaching you a lesson! Tree
nut allergies are serious business!

Are you insane?! Look
what you just did to my car.

[whispering] Bozer, I'm out.

You know what? I overreacted.

My bad. My insurance
will take care of all of this.

Happy Halloween.

That drive is an exact duplicate
of Kettner's secret laptop,

- which was jam-packed with stolen files.
- Not to mention digital artifacts

proving he sent those files to a
handler in the Chinese military.

More than enough to put
Kettner away for treason,

and well worth the
dump truck of candy

I apparently owe your
second cousin Calvin.

So really good work, guys.

Congratulations. You
may now get divorced.

[crowd chatter]

[MacGyver] How
far to the tunnels?

Not far. We'll access them
through the mausoleum up ahead.

Once we're below
ground, we're home free.

So, whose desecrated final resting
spot are we keeping our eyes peeled for?

Perdón.

This way!

[indistinct chatter]

[MacGyver] Okay, they're
gone. We should move.

This way.

Through here. This leads to a
bodega on the edge of the city.

- How much longer?
- Less than a kilometer.

- [wind whistling]
- What is it?

It's a breeze.

Someone opened another entrance.

[wind whistling]

They're in the tunnels.

[sighs]

- [Oversight] It's limestone.
- You couldn't possibly know that.

Sure I could. Just
feel the bumpy edges.

- It's flint.
- No. It's not. It's not gonna light.

- You were saying?
- Okay, smart-ass.

[Gomez] It won't be
long before Rafa finds us.

We need to hurry!

- [gunfire]
- [groaning]

- Nice.
- Nice. Yeah.

The gun. They heard the
gunfire. We have to run. This way.

Okay.

Gomez, wait.

Angus!

- Angus?!
- [MacGyver] Underground tunnels,

even crude ones, are actually
complex engineering feats.

For every foot below
the surface you go,

there's a quarter ton of rock
and dirt above your head,

which makes causing a collapse
as easy as pouring candle wax

on a grenade and adhering
it to a support beam.

The tricky part is...

being somewhere else
when it all comes down.

- [low rumbling]
- Angus?!

Answer me!

[coughing]

What are you waiting for,
old man? Let's get out of here.

Come on. I found
another way out.

[coughing]

Jack, maybe it's time
to start thinking about...

Hey, hey, I'm not leaving
this country without 'em. I...

- [whistling]
- Ooh! I told you! [whoops]

Yeah, that's what
I'm talking about.

[slaps chest] Mm-hmm!

You guys really alive, or am I...
am I looking at a ghost here, huh?

Pretty sure. [groans]

- Stop! What are you doing?
- Huh?

I'm just... I'm just checking.

Relax. What? Good to see you, too.
Okay, so, Matty has cleared a flight path

to an airstrip just
over the border in Cali.

The Phoenix jet's
gonna meet us there.

Good. Sooner we get this guy in
an interrogation room, the better.

[Jack] Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry. Mac, Big
Mac, this is Officer Cardoza.

He was the only one brave
enough to stick his neck out

- to do the right thing here.
- Officer Cardoza, gracias.

An honest cop? How
did I let that happen?

Okay. Air Dalton flight
zero-niner will be departing

for the great US of A, ASAP,

so, please take a moment
to make sure your handcuffs

are in the tight and
uncomfortable position.

Good to see you boys.

- I thought we were past this.
- You're our prisoner, not our guest.

Don Gomez, say
goodbye to Mexico.

Angus... I, uh...

I want you to
understand something.

You don't have to convince
me that grabbing Gomez

to find Walsh is a worthy cause.

I just wish you had
been up-front about it.

You're right. I should
have. I'm sorry.

Your mother would
have loved this.

Her only son going up
against a drug cartel?

No, she would have been
really pissed at me about that,

but us working side by
side, she would have been...

Well, she is... very
proud of you, Angus.

I hope so.

Good.

Well, let's get Gomez back home

and figure out what rock
Walsh is hiding under.

[loud gunshot]

Enrique?

What the hell did
you just do, man?

I got justice.