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The package is in hand.

I repeat, I have one agent KIA,

three others injured.

That sounds like one hell

- of an extraction, Commander. - Yes, sir.

It was a hell of an extraction.

Commander, is the package intact?

Yes, sir, the package is intact...

but refusing to talk.

Okay, Commander, see if you can...

Say again, sir?

We've got a massive amount of feedback.

Say again your last.

Sanders, I need your comms.

Commander, repeat last transmission.

Repeat last transmission.

The package is loose!

Take her down! Take her down!

Mayday! Mayday!

We're going down, we're going down. Mayday! Mayday!

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Hey, guys.

Great news.

I found the extra-large spiders.

That's great, Boze.

Just bring 'em in and put 'em

with the others here.

Oh, man, that was even better than I hoped.

You do know

the last person who wore that mask

actually tried to kill me, right?

Well, yeah, that's... that's why I used it.

I don't know why you would want to take

a traumatic event in your friend's life

and use it against him.

What the hell are you laughing at?

What the hell is wrong with y'all?!

I'm so sorry, Boze, but it was really funny.

I expect more from you, Cage.

All right,

looks like just a few more tweaks,

and Mr. President's ready to go.

It's all fun and games, man. I almost lost my life,

but nobody cares, though, everybody thinks it's a game.

Oh, man,

I'm getting blood all over

my third-favorite Metallica T-shirt.

How'd I get roped into this again?

It's your "third favorite"?

How many Metallica shirts do you own?

Um, about ten.

Well, 11, counting the one that's framed.

What's your, uh, deal with Halloween there, Cage?

Back in D.C.,

I was known for my haunted houses.

Kids would tremble when approaching my front door.

I figured I'd keep the tradition alive in L.A.

Well, If you're such a pro,

then what am I doing here?

Well, you're here because you love Halloween

and kids and complaining.

If I'm complaining, it's only 'cause

these decorations are lame.

Seriously, don't you want it to be scary?

Oh, trust me, the house will be scary.

Well, I hate to rain on your parade there, Martha Stewart,

but these decorations are lame.

Hmm. Lame?

You want to get it really scary in here,

you got to go all-out, girl.

One year, me and my cousin George...

He's... he's crazy...

We go to a morgue, we get a real dead body.

We set him up

in a chair on his front porch, okay.

Right? Just like this.

It scared the bejesus

out of them little kids, man... They scattered like roaches.

You can't top that kind of authenticity, you know?

Hold on, so you stole

- a real dead body from the morgue? - Yeah.

But his funeral wasn't till the following weekend anyway, so...

- Jack? - Hmm?

I would never tell that story again.

- Ever. - Why?

It's a felony. It's not... It's not a felony. It's like a misdemeanor.

- Definitely a felony. - I think it's a slap on the wrist.

- Def... It's a felony. - Depends on where you...

Ooh...

Sorry, guys, my new ringtone.

Trying to get in the Halloween spirit... that got me, too.

Oh, it's Matty. We got to go.

- Now, like this? - Yes, now.

Don't tell me none of y'all ever stole a dead body before.

What's up?

Do I want to know?

Hmm? Oh, I, uh, cut myself shaving.

With what, a lawnmower?

- We were... - Never mind.

I don't care.

A CIA tactical team was returning from Senegal

with a prisoner when their plane went down.

The aircraft and the passengers are all still missing.

This is a complete list of everyone who was on board.

This is Commander Wheeler's team.

Byron Wheeler?

As in the vice-president's son?

Yes, which is why the CIA wants to keep this quiet.

The VP is anxious to get his son

and the tactical team home safely.

But Matty, I thought you said that the list of passengers

was complete, but...

the prisoner's info has been redacted.

The CIA is insisting that the prisoner's ID

is "need to know,"

- and that we don't need to know. - Hmm.

I'm working on convincing them otherwise,

but in the meantime, the focus is to find the plane

and the agents.

What happened there, where the plane drops off the map?

They flew into an electrical storm,

lost comms and instrumentation.

A storm strong enough to knock out

a plane's signal beacon? That's terrifying.

The last telemetric reading shows the plane dropped

5,000 feet right before losing its signal,

but the data cuts out right before recording a crash.

Are we sure they did?

No. I'm not sure of anything.

Unlike the navy and coast guard, who seem to be sure

where to focus search-and-rescue ops.

But you said they haven't found

- anything, right? - That's right.

Well, that's 'cause they're searching in the wrong place.

How could you possibly know that?

Well, the plane, it was in a nosedive

when it lost its signal,

but I think the pilot was doing that intentionally.

What are you saying, he wanted to crash faster?

No, Boze, I'm saying he wanted to build up speed

so he could use a controlled descent

and land somewhere...

yeah, right about here.

Are you kidding me?

No, I-I could show you the equation if you want.

I don't need you to show me the math.

I'm talking about the map.

Your little theory

puts them going down

right in the triangle of death.

See that?

Yeah. And...?

And need I remind you and everybody else here

that the Bermuda Triangle is as cursed as the day is long?

Don't look at me like that. Don't act like y'all haven't

heart the weird stories about that place, neither.

People who go there don't come back.

Of course we've all heard the stories,

but that's what they are... stories.

Come on, Jack, you can't really be scared

of the Bermuda Triangle.

I'm telling you right now, if that plane went down

in the Devil's Triangle, they're as good as gone.

Man, they're in the Upside Down.

- We can't do nothing for 'em. - You know what? That's enough.

We don't have time for urban legends.

Riley, I need you to task satellites

to Mac's coordinates and find that plane.

You're all wheels up in 20.

Mm-mm.

And you...

change your shirt.

No. I ain't going.

All right.

But I'm getting fully tacked up.

Two guns... One on the hip, one up...

I'm takin' two guns.

Go.

This ain't a job for us, Matty.

It's a job for the Ghostbusters.

Now!

I'm sorry, but a George Washington mask

is just not scary.

If Murdoc was running around wearing that mask

shooting at you, you'd be scared of it,

I promise you that.

You're not afraid of George Washington,

but what about George Foreman?

- George Clooney. - George Takei.

Curious George, that-that little monkey.

George of the Jungle?

- No one named George. - All right,

everyone is afraid of something,

but would you even tell us if we guessed?

Well, admitting your fears is a serious liability

for an interrogator,

and makes you an easy mark for pranks.

So you can guess,

- but I won't talk. - Hmm.

Bees... razors... cats...

Ninjas.

- Needles? - No, mice.

Mm... not even close.

Finally got the SAT images up.

Good news is Mac was right.

We found the plane right where he predicted.

If that's the good news,

there's got to be some bad news.

Go ahead, lay it on me.

Not bad, more like fascinating.

Our plane is located on Goat Island.

Goat Island? That was the original training base

for the Navy Raiders in World War II.

Someone knows their military history.

But did you know that base was never officially decommissioned?

As soon as the war ended, so did all

transmissions from the island.

How do you know that?

- Well... - I found the original

incident report from 1945.

The navy sent in a crew to investigate,

but they found the island abandoned.

Completely abandoned.

Every member of the 13th Division had vanished.

- Vanished? - Vanished.

So not only are we heading into the Bermuda Triangle,

we're going to a cursed island in the Bermuda Triangle?

It definitely has a certain...

- atmosphere. - Shh, shh.

Everything okay?

No. Both GPS and sat signals are down.

I can't even get a call into Phoenix.

What?

That storm might be causing some interference.

We are on an island in the middle of nowhere.

No, no, this is how it all starts, man.

First, the Triangle cuts off all communication

with the outside world, then we just...

Guys, I got debris.

Plane must have impacted here.

Then we start dropping like flies.

Cage and I will check the cabin. You guys sweep the perimeter.

Yeah, all right.

Honestly, I don't know

what I was expecting, but it wasn't this.

Yeah, the... whole crew is just gone?

Guys, you got

any signs of life out there?

'Cause we got none in here.

Got a lot of plane parts,

but no people.

Maybe they all parachuted out before impact?

Yeah, maybe, or maybe the Triangle claimed them.

Let's focus on what we can prove, Jack.

Riley, if you don't believe

70-plus years of missing planes,

ships and people is proof enough,

you've been watching way too much Kardashians,

not nearly enough Discovery Channel.

Like there's such thing

as too much Kardashians.

Mac.

Look.

Guess who got loose.

Maybe the plane

didn't have engine trouble.

Maybe this prisoner got free and caused the crash.

Who the hell were they transporting?

Uh... guys?

I think I found something.

That is definitely something.

Hey, we got a bloody handprint over here.

Well, if there's blood here, there's bound to be more

somewhere else... Keep an eye out.

Yeah. Yeah, there's more over here.

Ooh.

Oh, yeah. Looks like somebody was dragged right through here.

Maybe one of the tac team

pulled the others clear of the crash?

Yeah, maybe.

Whoever was doing the dragging,

that's where they're headed.

Stay here.

Mac, what is it?

I smell jet fuel.

Run!

Don't be dead.

- Mac! - Don't be dead. Please, God.

Don't you dare be dead.

Now do you believe me, Mac?

This place is cursed, man.

It wasn't a curse. And that was no accident.

- Then what happened? - The console was

booby-trapped to spark and ignite

a pool of jet fuel when I moved a chair.

Are you saying someone rigged the plane to explode?

Not just someone. The person they had

in custody... we found a pair of broken handcuffs onboard.

So this prisoner survives a crash,

drags an entire CIA tac team off the plane, then sets a trap.

Who the hell are they?

We should all just go ahead and assume that...

well, that someone very dangerous

is on the island here with us, all right?

Jack's right... we should all be on high alert

while we search for Wheeler and his team, okay?

Riley and I should probably set up base camp here.

The fire from that explosion makes for an excellent homing beacon.

If the tac team is out there, they would've seen it,

and they could head this way to check it out.

Yeah, I'll see what I can do

about our little satellite problem.

I'm sure Matty's not happy we're still incommunicado.

And I'd love to get an eye up there.

Did you guys find anything out here

- other than the handprint? - Yeah.

A blood trail... leads to the old Navy Raider base.

That way.

That's where we're going.

Whoa, hang on.

Here you go, Ri.

Jack, I...

Deadly escaped prisoner on Cuckoo Island...

I'd feel a lot better if you had some heat on you.

Go on, take it. You're ready.

Thanks, Jack.

You know what to do if you have to.

Hey, hey. Do I get a gun, too?

I don't know, you're a little too excited, man.

What?

Take that.

A flashlight?

Are you serious?

Okay, we need to agree on something right now.

At some point, somebody's gonna say,

"Let's split up," and it's gonna sound

like a great idea at the time,

but believe me, it's not.

'Cause right after any group in any horror movie

says, "Let's split up,"

it's always the handsome jock who's the first one

horribly butchered by whatever ghoul's lurking in the shadows.

And in this scenario, you're the handsome jock?

That's obvious, Cage.

J-Just so we're in agreement, though, now,

ain't gonna be no splittin' up, is that cool?

We're absolutely not splitting up, Jack.

- All right. - And, hey,

as for your other concern,

don't lose any sleep... You're not that handsome.

What do you mean I'm not that handsome?

Are you factoring in charm, dude?

Charm goes a long way, man.

So, it looks like the blood trail

leads right to the radio tower.

You know, maybe we should, uh,

heed the warning sign, what do you think?

- Since when are you against trespassing? - Jack,

if we get in trouble, we'll just call on your roguish charm

- to come and protect us. - Ooh.

- You can do that, yeah? - Ooh, "roguish."

Yeah, I like that. I can do that.

Wow.

Looks like nothing's been touched here

since the 13th Division disappeared.

It feels like they're still in here, man.

The blood trail ends right here.

Maybe they were trying to send out a distress signal.

Ooh! Did you see that?

Huh? Please, please tell me you saw that.

The spirits...

are sending us messages from the other side, y'all.

Jack, the dust here, it's been disturbed.

Looks like someone used this hand crank to power up

- the radio. - Oh.

Riley, Bozer, you guys got the satellite imagery

- back up and running? - Hey, Cage,

heads up... our connection isn't that great.

Yeah, something's messing with the signal.

- The storm, maybe. - Or maybe

it's the high iron content in the rocks.

Yeah, or maybe we're all covered

in dumb-dumb sauce for flying into the Triangle

- in the first place. - Yeah, or that.

Whatever it is, I'm working on a code to fix it

and get our satellite uplink fixed.

Hope... soon.

Riley, I can't...

Riley?

Riley?

This exact same thing happened in The Conjuring.

Spoiler alert: It did not end well.

- I didn't see it. - You didn't see The Conjuring?

You made me watch that movie 30 times.

This never happened in The Conjuring.

It never happened.

Is that...

Guys, I think this radio might still be working.

Maybe I can, uh...

All channels, this is Byron Wheeler.

Is anyone receiving? Over.

That's Commander Wheeler.

Uh...

Commander, this is MacGyver.

I'm with a team from the Phoenix Foundation.

Vice President Wheeler's gonna be very happy

to know that you're still alive.

Yeah. Dad's a stickler for that.

Have you found the rest of my team?

They're not with you?

No, I-I don't know where they are.

The last thing I remember is our prisoner

getting loose and the plane going down.

I got knocked out in the... in the commotion

and woke up in here.

Uh, where's "here"?

No clue.

I woke up in a dark room

with a splitting headache.

Is there anything that

you can describe to us about where you're at?

The floor is cold, like stone or-or concrete.

I think some of the walls collapsed at some point.

Okay. That's, uh, that's good.

That's useful. Don't worry, we're gonna find you.

How are we supposed to do that?

This place is huge... all we got to go on is "cold" and "dark."

Yeah, I know. Just keep him talking.

What am I supposed to say?

Well, you never had a problem running your mouth before.

Commander Wh...

Commander Wheeler, Jack Dalton here. Delta Force.

You just stay strong, soldier.

We're gonna get you out of there.

Thanks. I hope so.

Hey, while I got you on the line, if you don't mind me asking,

there at, uh, there at Camp David,

uh, are there multiple underground UFO bunkers,

or is there just the one?

- I can't really comment on that. - What, you can't comment

'cause you don't know, or you can't comment

'cause you don't think I can handle the truth?

I can handle the truth, Commander Wheeler.

What about Christmas?

- Uh... Ch-Christmas? - You know, VP and all.

- I don't quite understand... - You guys have big Christmases, or what?

How long you want me to do this?

Hey, hey, you hear that? Clear line.

It means we're heading in the right direction.

Static... means we're not.

Now we can locate the origin of the signal.

Here, help me get this on my back.

Big Dawg, we're on our way.

What should I say?

What can you tell us about the prisoner you were transporting?

We weren't given a name, just a picture

and a location.

She was... dangerous.

Your prisoner was a woman?

Yeah. And she dropped three of my men

before the plane went down.

Maybe she's the one who dragged you to where you are now.

I don't know. But if I had to bet

on anyone surviving that crash, it'd be her.

I don't know how she got free, but she did, and it was ugly.

I've never seen anyone take out an entire team like that before.

What else can you tell us about her?

Five nine, dark hair, ice water for blood.

I suppose the reason for this is

the high iron content in the rocks as well, huh?

You gave your good flashlight to Bozer, remember?

- Oh. - Signal's getting stronger.

Should be just through here.

If I had to guess, I'd say she was former Special Forces.

No one does what she does without years of training.

Two walkies tied together?

Th-That's what we've been tracking this whole time?

Oh, man.

What the hell's going on here?

- Jack! Jack! - Jack!

Jack!

Jack, you okay?

What do you think?

I just fell, like, a thousand feet.

Give or take 980. But yeah.

Jack?

You finding anything interesting

down there?

Nope, nope, nope, nothing.

It's just an old combat tr-training room.

Nothing.

Well, do you see anything down there

that could help you get back up?

No, not-not a ladder.

Nothing I-I trust to support my weight.

Anything like that.

Jeez.

It's kind of... kind of cold down here.

Wait, Jack, that's it.

- It's, uh, stone floor is cold? - Yeah, yeah.

I bet Wheeler is stuck in the basement as well.

So Jack doesn't have to find a way up here.

We got to get down there.

Exactly.

Hey, is my antenna down there?

Yeah, and it's in about a thousand pieces, homie.

You're gonna have to figure out another way to track Wheeler.

All right. Yeah.

Sit tight. I have a plan,

but I got to go to the radio tower to get supplies.

"Sit tight"? No, man, hey, hey, hey.

I ain't sitting tight nowhere.

Listen, we talked about this.

We swore there was gonna be no splitting up now.

Hey, look.

We're all leaving here together, I promise.

But for now, I got to go.

You know what, while you're down there,

why don't you poke around?

See if you can find a trace of Wheeler or his team.

Yeah. Yeah, all right, go on,

but I guarantee you I'm the first one who gets it.

Would you stop Blair Witching back there?

You're making it hard to focus.

Are you not seeing where we are?

Look, you might be cool as a cucumber, lady,

but I'm scared of deranged killers coming after me.

As scared as you are of

an octopus?

How did you know?

Cage. And don't ask me how she knew.

Damn, she's good.

Tell you what, I'll stop searching the darkness

for our prisoner

as soon as you get...

Our satellite uplink fixed?

It's about time you guys checked in.

Sorry about that.

The Wi-Fi up here is nonexistent.

Tell me you have good news.

We located the plane,

but there was an incident.

A big, fiery incident.

We think the prisoner survived the crash,

then set up a trap for the rescue team, namely us.

Okay, that's not good news.

Any sign of Wheeler or the other tac members?

Last we spoke with Mac, they haven't found anyone.

It's possible the prisoner moved them,

but our comms have been spotty, so we can't confirm.

Any idea who we're dealing with?

Not yet, but I'm about to.

Hey, Bill.

Rough day at the office?

Matty Webber? What are you doing here?

I'm trying to rescue the son of the vice president.

But for some reason,

no one at the Company will tell me a damn thing

about this package that he was transporting.

That's where you come in.

Matilda, you know I can't tell you anything.

Did you hear the part about the vice president, Bill?

The mission is above his clearance and above yours.

I see.

Okay. Well, if you're not scared of him,

let's talk about what you are scared of.

You will tell me everything that you know

about this prisoner or my next stop is gonna be

to the deputy director's house to discuss Mexico City.

Do you remember Mexico City, Bill?

Because I do.

You talk.

I'm gonna pour you a drink.

You're gonna need it.

Finding anything?

Nothing, really.

Just a bunch of old

dirty boxes and...

more of these stupid punching dummies.

There-there's got to be a door around here somewhere, right?

Maybe on the other side of the room?

Oh, yeah, well, that's easy for you to say.

Jack, I'm right here.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

Yeah.

Yeah, all right.

There's no such thing as ghosts or clowns.

And this island

is definitely not home to any ancient, evil spirit.

- Jack? - Yeah?

You're doing really good.

Thanks a lot, Cage.

You're... a big help.

More walls and...

Not cool.

What's going on?

Shh!

Hey!

There's, uh, there's air coming out of a tear

in an old map down here.

I think it's covering up a passageway.

An ultra creepy...

secret passageway.

Okay, where does it lead?

Well, I don't know.

A-And if I go through here,

then that means we've officially split up

and you know how I feel about that.

Jack, we're still looking for Wheeler.

And you can't stay in the basement forever.

I'm gonna wait here for Mac

and then we're gonna find a way down to you, okay?

Jack, the sooner we find Wheeler and the rest of his tac team,

the sooner we get off the island.

Yeah, okay, that sounds good.

I'm going through.

Come on, Jack, there's no fear... man.

Come on, man.

Just think happy thoughts like, you know...

Cowboys winning the Super Bowl.

Cowboys winning the Super Bowl.

Cowboys winning the Super Bowl.

Now...

Ow.

Hello?

The call is coming from...

inside the house.

Bozer, you can't...

where did you find a working phone on the island?

We couldn't reach you on comms,

so I checked the plans for the military base

and realized we were close

to the original undersea phone cables.

So we went retro.

Thought we'd try you on a landline.

What's new with you?

Uh, we were able to get in contact with Wheeler.

He told us that the prisoner they were transporting

got loose on the flight and attacked them

and that's why the plane went down.

And thanks to Matty, now we have a name.

Our mystery prisoner is Harper Hayes,

former top operative

for the CIA's Special Activities Division.

Now turned traitor.

And Riley found a ton of records

showing her working with terrorists, mercs,

arms dealers, you name it.

Well, no wonder the CIA is so interested in getting her back.

Be careful, Mac.

People have been trying to kill this woman for years.

Hayes has a history of patching herself up

with black market surgeries.

She's got a cobalt chrome knee, a titanium rotator cuff,

and a steel plate in her head.

This chick is nearly half metal.

Boo.

Cage, are you...?

Jack?

Jack! Cage!

Cage! Jack!

Yes.

Cage?

Where's Cage?

Last time I saw her, she was waiting on you.

Oh, I was just in the barracks. She wasn't there.

- I said don't split up. Did I not? - Yeah.

I said it and now this happens.

Next time, we're doing things my way.

Why can't you just admit when I'm right about something?

You can go for a victory lap later.

Look, I just talked to Riley and Bozer.

- Yeah, and? - And...

the prisoner that the CIA was transporting is Harper Hayes,

a real badass, apparently.

- We'll see about that. - Hey, look,

if what they're saying is true,

she's not gonna stop until we're all in the ground.

Super. So, a highly-trained killer is on the loose

and now Cage is gone. Huh.

Please, tell me you have a plan.

I got a plan.

It's right here, I just...

This little plan doesn't involve me

putting away a 70-year-old can of corn, does it?

No, I just need the can, not the corn.

So have at it if you want. Wouldn't recommend it.

If Cage and Wheeler are down here,

we should be able to see their heat signatures on this.

Is that me?

Did you just make a 1940s thermal camera?

Your brain is all swell.

That is definitely cool.

Oh.

Hey, you know what would be cooler?

A proton pack, and probably way more useful.

You think you could whip up one of those real quick?

This is great. I-I love this.

I have satellite connection, please respond.

I have satellite connection, please respond.

Here, I got something.

Through that door. Yeah.

Hang on just a sec.

What the hell is this thing?

Time machine?

It's a hyperbaric chamber.

For what?

Well, with all the dive training the Navy Raiders were doing,

they probably used that to help them out

- with decompression sickness. - Huh.

Yeah.

- Mac! - Cage?

Thank God. Get me out.

Yeah. All right.

The keyhole's been filled with some sort of plaster.

The tumblers won't budge.

Can we cut off the hinges?

No, it would take me hours to cut through with my knife.

Oh, my God. The tank's filling with water.

What?

How is that even possible?

These things are supposed to be airtight.

Because Hayes spot-welded a water pipe to the air intake.

Jack, she's got about five minutes

before this whole thing is filled with water.

This is a Special Forces tactic.

What do you mean?

Wound an enemy force, the entire team

has to take care of the injured soldier.

- Slow us down. - Exactly.

- She's a distraction? - Unfortunately.

Uh, my guess is Hayes is gonna grab Wheeler,

steal our plane and disappear forever.

VP's son is a hell of a bargaining chip to have.

She could get just about anything she wants.

That's what I'm saying.

Go find Hayes, do not let her off this island.

What about her?

I'm not gonna let her die. I'm gonna get her out.

Promise.

Hey, Cage!

I'll see you soon.

Okay? Real soon.

Jack, go get her.

I'm right behind you.

Yes, sir.

Repeat, I have satellite connection, please respond.

Repeat, I have satellite connection, please respond.

Riley?

Jack, thank God.

Perfect timing. You got eyes on this she-devil?

Yeah, I do indeed.

She's headed north at a dead sprint.

Towards the radar dishes.

She's about 100 yards

ahead of you, Jack, straight ahead.

What's that?

I don't know.

Whatever it is, it's giving off

a lot of heat.

Some kind of engine, maybe?

But everything on this island has been shut down for years.

Yeah, so what the hell is it?

Mac! Whatever you're gonna do, just do it fast.

Don't get too comfy in there, you're leaving soon.

All right?

Drowning.

What?

I'm afraid of drowning.

I fell into a neighbor's pool when I was four

and I've been afraid of water ever since.

Don't even like going to the beach.

I'm gonna get you out of there.

I promise.

Okay, this is a captive bolt gun.

It should bust the glass.

Do it.

Just do it right now.

The problem is, this could also shatter your skull.

Any chance you can move back?

Jack, she should be right in front of you.

Commander Wheeler?

Watch out.

She used me to draw you out.

- She-she's planning... - Hey, hey, hey.

- Where is she? - She's tracking me.

She's tracking you right now!

If you make me come down there, I'm just gonna

kill you a lot slower!

You hear me?

Guess I'm not going down the cliff after all.

Can't have you wandering off, Commander.

Okay, whatever it is...

it's right past these trees.

Wait.

That's the rest of the crew.

She dragged them out here and left them for dead.

You survived that fall. I'm impressed!

How about I make you a deal?

You let me take your plane and fly away

with Commander Wheeler, and I won't paint the walls

with your blood.

Counter offer: Wheeler stays with me,

and you take off.

I'll, uh, see if I can cut you a deal with the CIA.

Sorry. No can do.

I kind of need Wheeler if I'm gonna put him up for auction.

I got a lot of...

We'll call them friends...

Who would pay me good money to get their hands

on a vice president's son.

Don't lie to me, we both know you ain't got no friends.

Oh, no.

Looks like our little game of hide-and-seek

has come to an end.

Oh, great and powerful spirits of the Triangle.

Thank you for protecting me.

I don't know why, in your infinite wisdom,

you decided I was worthy...

A little dramatic.

- Mac? - Yeah.

Did-did you develop the powers of a mystical wizard

or something?

Oh, no, nothing that cool. I read in her file

she had a metal plate in her head,

and wires in her jaw, and a titanium shoulder, so...

I built a big-ass electromagnet.

Oh.

Really?

Yeah. Who's your boy?

You are, man. Yeah, you are.

Boy, I tell you what, whatever's going on

in that crazy head of yours is way scarier

than the Bermuda Triangle any day of the week, son.

Are you crying?

No, no, man, I... ah, just tired.

Okay. Let's get you some medical attention.

Cute trick with the magnet.

Did you get your friend out in time or...

she still floating in the tank?

Oh, he got me out.

Which is good news for me. Bad for you.

'Cause now I owe you one.

I look forward to you settling up.

I want to thank you all.

I'd be dead if it weren't for you.

Nah, just glad we could help you and your team, Commander.

And-and feel free to mention how awesome old Jack Dalton was

next time you see the vice prez there, sport.

You got it.

Good man.

Hey, Mac?

Thank you.

For getting me out.

I'm just sorry we had to split up.

It's always a sad day when Jack's right.

I'd really appreciate if you didn't share

what I told you.

If it makes you feel any better, I'm afraid of heights.

It does kind of make me feel better.

Thank you.

So, Jack,

you survived the dreaded Bermuda Triangle.

How you feeling?

- Ah, pretty good. - Oh.

Pretty good, yeah, yeah.

Although, it's possible that maybe

I kind of, sort of overreacted,

- just-just a little bit. - Oh, just a little.

Yeah, but now that I've faced the dreaded Triangle

and whooped its ass, I...

now, I'm basically immune to fear.

So much for "immune to fear."

Ah...

Don't laugh at that.

"Immune," my ass.

Trick or treat!

Okay. Bye. Oh, you guys were so sweet.

Hey, wait-wait. Hang on, boys.

You forgot the best part. Come here, now.

There you go.

- Wow! That's a lot of candy. - Yeah!

Have fun out there.

Thanks, mister.

Oh, great job, everyone.

Okay, back to ones, we've got another group coming.

Incoming! Incoming! Hide!

Hide.

Nice try, Boze.

Ah...

Hey, thought you were coming over in costume.

- I am. - As what?

- Your worst nightmare. - Oh, well, in that case,

you look perfect. Come on in.

You forgot a broom.

Do you want to spend

the rest of the night pulling one out your butt?

No, ma'am.

Where's Mac?

He said you guys were out of candy.

Hey, Matty.

Uh, thanks for coming so quickly.

Jill's in the garage

passing out the candy if you want to join her.

Okay.

Later, Tin-head.

Get back to positions.

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