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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.

Package is secure.

Let's get the hell out of here.

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Wow, the yard looks good, babe.

Hey, hon. Perfect timing.

Ms. Glass was just telling me about

- the homeowner'' 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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

Quick question. Did you
arrange that from best to worst

or worst to best?

Oh, I-I didn't really think about that.

I don't remember.

Is that your old man?

- Yeah.
- Hey, b-before you answer,

how'd the big lunch go?

O-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.

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.

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.

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.

Like how to make an avalanche beacon

out of my new portable radio.

So you feel my pain

when it comes to
sacrificing electronics.

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.

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

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.

But 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.

Even if I...

Adios, Gomez.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Trick or treat.

Great costume.

Excellent makeup.

Trick or treat, mortal.

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.

Oh, got the pillowcase.

All right. Don't take
candy from strangers.

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.

What?

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

All right, here we go.

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.

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.

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?

Hey, Matty.

Almost done packing up.

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

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.

You're doing the right thing, Maribel.

Just keep the gun on them,

and I'll make your family rich.

Come on. Y-You know

better than to take
this monster at his word.

Put that down now.

Stop moving.

They're surrounding the building.

Alto.

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.

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.

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?

Well, I, uh, got a bit...

- Were you robbed?
- No, sir, not today. No.

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

Really?

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.

Are you insane?

We cannot help.

Why?

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

Got it.

Maybe I'm aiming a little high here.

Forget the escort.

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

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

I got a frickin' supervillain

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 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.

- 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.

Beep... beep...

What are you doing?

Bee... 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.

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.

My mom and dad took
me to Hawaii last year.

It was cool.

Hawaii is so nice...

And you know you can have both, right?

Well, um...

my dad said just one piece.

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.

What's "high...

fer-ac-tose corn syrup"?

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. Good night.

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.

Don't ever call me

on this phone again.
Let me get my landline.

Riley? Are you okay?

Riley?

You know, far as Halloween goes,

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

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.

- 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.

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.

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?

Matty. Tell me Jack is recruiting help.

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.

This is five miles away.

Damn it. The road's blocked.

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!

Gomez.

Rafa. Get this off of me!

Well, what are you waiting for?

Help me!

What the hell are you doing?

Taking over.

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-what are you doing?

Saving your life.

Are you crazy?

Here we go.

Aah...!

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.

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.

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 L.A.

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.

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.

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-I don't know why... Look.

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

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.

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.

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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.

Bozer, do something.

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.

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.

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!

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.

What is it?

It's a breeze.

Someone opened another entrance.

They're in the tunnels.

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.

It won't be long before Rafa finds us.

We need to hurry!

- Nice.
- Nice. Yeah.

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

Okay.

Gomez, wait.

Angus!

- Angus?!
- 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.

Angus?!

Answer me!

What are you waiting

for, old man? Let's get out of here.

Come on. I found another way out.

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

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

Ooh! I told you!

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

Mm-hmm!

You guys really alive, or am I...

am I looking at a ghost here, huh?

Pretty sure.

- 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.
- 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 U. S. 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 good-bye 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.

Enrique?

What the hell did you just do, man?

I got justice.

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