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.
_
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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