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I don't know what you people want.

The sister was only trying to save
that man's life when you found us.

That man was a traitor.

And when our Commander Rafael
arrives tomorrow,

he will want to know
your relationship with him.

Put them in the tent.

Enrique.

Why?

Peter, are you all right?

Yeah, sure.

- How about you?
- Fine. A little scared.

But I know Sister Margaret
saw them capture us.

I'm sure the Church underground
will contact our embassy.

The problem is, our government
can't take any official action.

Not until after the State Department
meets with President Montayo.

- The peace talks are too sensitive.
- When are these talks?

They begin tomorrow evening.

Oh, my dear God.

The man who died, Enrique Salizar,

he told me the rebels have placed
a bomb in the presidential palace.

It's set to go off tomorrow night.

Who else knows about this?

We were captured
before I could tell anyone.

How's it going, Jack?

Hey, Mac! How you doing?

Long time no see.
How was the visit back home?

Oh, it was good.
Yeah, things went well.

Listen, Jack, l--

If it's about that C-note I owe you,
I'm waiting around for payday.

- No. No, no, it's-- It's okay.
- It is?

If it's okay with you,
it's okay with me.

I'd love to chat with you, but I gotta
deliver these gourmet goodies.

Gourmet? Frozen tacos
and Margarita mix?

Tasty treats.
Bound for San Clemente lsland.

You ever been there?
It's about 50 miles off the coast.

Four months of the year, the Navy
shells the living daylights out of it.

The rest of the time they leave it
to the bugs, the scrub brush,

and one dozen
red-blooded American sailors

yearning for something
besides NaVY chow for dinner.

So Dalton Air and Sea to the rescue.

A few more runs like this, I'll have
the payments on this plane covered.

Well, at least the down payment.

Yeah. That's great, Jack.

Listen, compadre.

I need a favour.

- A favour from who?
- You.

I need a favour from you, Jack.

- You do?
- Yeah.

- Moi?
- Yes.

- MacGyver needs a favour from moi?
- Yes, Jack.

Well, name it! Whatever, anything,
I've been waiting years for this.

Well, it's Pete. He's in trouble.

The Phoenix Foundation
got an urgent message

from the Church underground
in Barraca.

- Barraca?
- Yeah, the rebels have got him

and our government is too busy
playing politics to help him out

so I'm going in.

I need a plane, and I need a pilot.

I need you, Jack.

With any luck,
this garage door opener of yours

will give us a jump on the rebels.

- You really think that'll work?
- Well, I don't know.

The remote control sends a signal
to the plane's reserve generator

and it relays a power surge
to the prop starter. It should.

Sort of like hot-wiring a car, huh?

Speaking of cars,

did you see the look on those
gas jockeys' faces in Cancun

when I set this baby down
in front of that filling station?

They'll be telling their grandkids about
the "Sky Gringo" for years to come.

Hey, Sky Gringo,
maybe we should talk about this trade

you made with the sailors
in San Clemente.

You got your plan
with my garage door opener.

Yeah, and it did not include
a rocket launcher.

You said the Church underground
got the location of the rebel camp

from an arms dealer
named Yifta, right?

- Right. So?
- So poof! I'm an arms dealer.

We use my plan to get us in,
your plan to get us out.

What a plan! What a team!
Don't you love it?

Yeah. Love it.

What could that be?

Probably their leader, Rafael.

Please, compadres.
Look around you.

Here and now is the most
beautiful part of Barraca.

Why? Because you,
through your courage

and commitment to the revolution,
have freed it,

and secured it, from the tyranny
of the Montayo regime!

In these final, glorious days,
we have rid the traitors from our ranks.

Now we must set our sights
on marching forward

to the capitol, to final victory!

Your commander, Santina, has turned
you into the finest unit in the field.

And I come to honour you,
not by pinning medals on your chests.

No. Medals are for dictators
like Montayo.

Instead, your reward will be the
grateful cries of the Barracan people!

To be written on a new page
in our history!

- So here is the traitor.
- Yes, Rafael.

Very good.

Bury him.

I especially want to offer you
my congratulations, Santina.

I understand that you personally
captured Enrique Salizar.

He was dead when I found him.
He was with a nun.

And you have this nun?

And an Americano, possibly a spy.

Thornton. A member
of the Phoenix Foundation.

I know this organization.

It often works with the DXS
on covert missions.

Have they told you what they know
about our plans for Montayo?

No, nothing.
They have said nothing.

It is all so hard to believe.

Enrique and I grew up
in the same village.

I thought we shared
the same dreams for Barraca.

How could he betray us?

If I may borrow an old adage:

"These are times
that try men's souls."

Enrique's soul was weak.

Fortunately for us
we saw his true colours

before the final hour
of our long struggle was over.

Yes, Rafael.

I must check in
with my main command post.

Then I will talk to the prisoners.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your captain speaking.

We've just crossed over
the Barracan territory limit

and are approaching the coast.

Half an hour to touchdown.

You're really getting
into this disguise thing, aren't you?

We're dealing with some pretty savvy
individuals here, Jack.

Got to juice things up a little bit,
or they won't buy us,

Iet alone that rocket launcher
of yours.

What do you think?

Be still, my beating heart.

The very picture of a sky pirate
if I ever saw one.

I'm Rafael, commander
of the revolutionary forces.

- And you are?
- Sister Clara.

With all due respect
to your religion, Sister,

the 1 1th commandment
in this part of Barraca,

is "Thou shalt not harbor
a traitor to the revolution."

She was simply helping
a wounded man.

She was helping
the wrong man, Mr. Thornton.

Oh, yes. We all know who you are.

Operations Director,
Phoenix Foundation.

Just what exactly are you doing
in my country?

The Church asked me to help get
the sisters back home, and that's all.

We're not interested
in your bloody revolution.

A man of your position,
with the DXS,

does not come all this way
just to escort nuns home.

I believe you came
to contact Enrique Salizar.

What did he tell you?

Your choice is simple.

You can tell me
what you know and... go home.

Or not tell me,
and you will never go home.

Notify Santina.

Then take them to the levee.

Get ready, Mac.
Ten minutes to showtime.

Come on, Jack, this is real.

Let's just not overdo it, all right?

Low-key. Very low-key.

Hey, you know me, Mac.
I can be a low-key kind of guy.

You've seen me unconscious before,
haven't you?

Just keep in mind Pete and the sister
are counting on somebody, and it's us.

What sister? I didn't know Pete
had a sister, is she good looking?

Oh, like Pete, huh?

"Sister" as in the religious kind.
She's a nun.

A nun? You mean a "nun" nun?

You mean those servants of discipline
that rap your knuckles with rulers

and make you clean erasers
after school?

- Jack?
- What?

- Keep the nose up!
- Sorry.

Mac, you didn't tell me
it was guns for nuns.

- You're overreacting.
- Oh, yeah? What do you know?

Those rebels are probably there
cleaning blackboards as we speak!

Again. What did Enrique tell you?

Nothing. He told us nothing.

The man died, that's all there is to it.

- I'm afraid I don't believe you.
- Please!

- He's telling the truth.
- I don't think so.

Peter! No! Oh, no!

The good sister was kind enough

to care for a wounded traitor
like Enrique.

Is your friend as important?

- No! You'll kill him.
- Yes. I will.

Unless you tell me
what I need to know.

The decision, good Sister, is yours.

For God's sake, don't!

The truth! What did Enrique tell you?

He said you sent someone
with a bomb to kill President Montayo.

- Who else knows of this?
- She captured us.

There was no way
we could tell anyone.

Rafael.

- Who are you expecting?
- No one.

Put them back in the tent.

We will finish this later.

I'm connecting the receiving unit

of the garage door opener
to the ignition system.

Keep the auxiliary power on,

all switches off
except the prop starter button.

And Jack, low-key.

Low-key.

Hello! How are you?

Great to be here.

Nice day, huh?

Who are you? What do you want?

Jack Dalton, mercenary management
and equipment.

My associate, Mr. MacGyver.
We're buzzing the hotspots

in Central America,
trying to whip up a little business.

- How did you find us?
- Yifta, your weapons dealer.

He's got kind of a loose mouth, see,
and well, competition being what it is...

Look.

We thought you might be interested in
some heaVY duty hardware. Yes or no?

Maybe they'd like to see
a sample of our latest product.

Of course they would.
This is something I guarantee

you won't be able to get
at your local sporting-goods store.

One genuine Viper
infantry rocket launcher,

complete with adjustable scope
for infrared sightings.

Yes, the Viper infantry
rocket launcher,

superb American design
and craftsmanship,

Iightweight, yet durable, accurate,
with real stopping power.

How about a little demonstration?

Now what you do is, you--

I guess she likes it.

It is a very good weapon.

You know, if you order 50 or more,

we might be able to offer you
a substantial discount.

Say... 20 percent?

America, land of free enterprise.

If we were to buy, say, 75,

we would expect
a 30 percent discount.

And how soon
could we expect delivery?

Well, we do have
that overstock in Miami.

We could add that to the inventory
on the shipment out of Costa Rica.

Have to phone ahead and have them
pre-packaged to avoid Customs.

- Easy enough.
- Okay.

Tell you what. If we can square
a deal this afternoon,

I can land it for you here
in two days, no problem.

Excellent. Come with me.

We'll discuss the particulars
over a cerveza, sí?

I could use a cold one.

My munitions man
will check out the weapon.

Good idea.

That plane that went over.

Did you see a name on it?

No. Why?

Nothing, just...

...wishful thinking.

So how about if I take a look
at your inventory?

Maybe see what you're
in the market for.

That is all this is to you, isn't it?
A business.

Everybody's got to make a living,
captain.

- By selling death at a discount?
- Hey, we're not killing anybody.

No. But you bring guns
to my country.

Like the ones that butchered
my mother and father.

New ordinance. Check it out.

When we win this revolution,

we will have no further need
of people like you.

You are just one of many hard choices
one is forced to make for freedom.

Yeah, well I'd love to stand here

and talk revolutionary
political philosophy with you,

but it was a long flight.

Got a place I could freshen up?

Over there, by the ammo shed.

Now look at this stuff. You don't want
to lug around a lot of hardware.

You guys are guerrillas.
Bump and run, that's your game.

So you'll want to stick
with disposable launch weapons.

You Americanos.
You always have an angle, don't you?

- Business major, USC.
- Political Science, Berkeley.

Berkeley? Well, it's nice to see
higher education at work.

- Who are you?
- A friend of Pete's.

MacGyver.

- He's been shot.
- Oh, man.

Hang in there, Pete.
We'll get you out of here.

As far as I can tell,
there's only one guard outside.

When I give you a nod,
call him in here.

Guard! He needs help!

This man is dying!
Please. Please hurry.

- We can't get past all of them.
- Yeah, we need a diversion.

When things start happening,
we move.

- Will we have to move him very far?
- Just as far as the plane.

- Okay.
- Get ready.

- What was that?
- It must be my friend, taking inventory.

Berkeley.

Mac! Pete! What'd they do to you?

I'll tell you later.

The gringos! They're getting away!

Stop them! Stop the plane!

Come on, baby, come on!

Cease fire!

Rafael, the radio.

- How's he doing?
- Not good.

He's not alone. Somebody put
a couple of holes in us too.

Oil pressure's dropping.

Engine's overheating.

Come on, baby. Come on,
just get up over this one more hump.

- Pull it up, Jack.
- Come on, please, baby.

Come on, baby.

It's no good.

The oil line has been hit, I have to set
her down or we'll burn the engine out.

Hundred and ten degrees and rising.

We're going down!

Hang on.

Steady, baby. Here we go, ready?

Jack, you're gonna run out of water
if you put it down here!

- Hold on. Kamikaze time!
- Oh, man!

All right, steady, baby, steady.

Touchdown!

- Jack!
- Whoa, baby. Whoa, whoa!

We're gonna crash!

Let's set him down over there.

Take it easy.

- He's still bleeding.
- Yeah, I know.

MacGyver...

...Montayo.

- Warn him.
- Take it easy, Pete.

What's he talking about?

One of Rafael's men is going to kill
President Montayo.

A bomb is set to go off
in the presidential palace tonight.

The first meeting, 7::00.

That's less than six hours from now.

I'll radio the airport tower
in the capitol.

Look at this.

I'm the proud owner of an open can
of sardines with wings on it.

No, I do not have insurance
for rebel gunfire.

Hello.

Do you read me? Come in, please.

Do you read me? Over.

- Am I on the right frequency here?
- It doesn't matter.

You've got to be up above these
mountains to transmit a signal that far.

You're right.

Bravo-Santina. This is Eagle's nest.
I've spotted a plane.

It has crashed. Repeat.
The plane, it has crashed.

- They found us.
- Receiving you, Eagle's nest.

- Are there any survivors?
- Sí, they're trying to radio the capitol.

By my last sighting, I make them out
to be eight miles north of my position.

They must have crashed
at the Juahero marsh.

Did they make any contact
with the capitol?

No, Capitán Santina.

The mountains,
they're blocking the signal.

Good. Good, Eagle's nest.
You maintain your position.

We will join you within three hours.

We are on our way. Out.

Three hours, eight miles.

At the most we've got five hours
to get out of here.

It's gonna take more than
a wing and a prayer to get airborne.

Look at my plane, Mac, look at it.

A gash like that
will make it sink like a rock.

- I know, Jack. I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry too.

Oh, well, can't stand around
feeling sorry for myself.

That's not gonna help Pete any,
is it?

Or President Montayo.

He's sitting on a bomb right now
and doesn't even know it.

I can rig a piece of hose from your
fire extinguisher to patch that up.

Maybe we can patch this float
with something too.

Yeah, we can heat that strut
and bang it out straight.

That's all fine and dandy, it's not
gonna make the runway any longer.

We need ideal conditions to take off,
and these ain't them. We're grounded.

I know that, Jack.

I know.

Assemble the men.

Commander.

We let them escape.

I will not be hunted down.

- It is over.
- It is not over.

May I inform you that the gringos
have made a forced landing

near the Juahero marshlands.
They are alive.

Have they made radio contact?

- With anyone?
- No, they cannot.

Because the mountains are blocking
all their transmissions.

Then Montayo's still a dead man,
as long as we can get to them first.

Round up your men.
We leave at once.

We're gonna have to seal it
somehow. Any ideas?

Fiberglass. Or a variation of it.

The first thing we need is the fiber.

How about the life jackets
in the plane?

Waterproof, fibrous. I'll go get them.

How's he doing?

He's doing great.

Don't worry about me.
Just get us out of here.

I'm working on that, Pete.
I'm working on it.

Sister, do you want to give me
a hand here?

How's he really doing?

He's not great.
His wound is very serious.

How did this happen?

Rafael shot him.

He wanted to learn what we knew
about the assassination plot.

And I'm the one who told him.

Well, how'd you get the information?

From Enrique Salizar.
Rafael's chief of staff.

He defected
and Rafael shot him in the back.

And you helped him
after he was shot?

Enrique saw Rafael
for what he really stands for.

All he's interested in is the power
and what it can get him.

Sounds like another Duvalier
or Noriega in the making.

Are they still attempting
to make radio contact?

- No, sir.
- Good. Very good.

Rafael, even if the gringos
do escape,

why should this affect
the progress of our revolution?

My plans hinge
on that bomb going off.

If it doesn't,
it is just one more setback.

We will continue to fight,
as we have in the past.

Santina, I am not interested
in going down in history

as a man who fought
for a decade in the mountains.

I want what Montayo's death
can give me now!

- Give you?
- The people, of course.

You are amazing, Mr. MacGyver.

Making something out of nothing,
like a miracle worker.

It's gonna take a miracle

if we're gonna get off the ground
in three hours.

I'd appreciate it if you'd put
in a good word with the Boss.

Consider it done.

Idiots!

Why are they not prepared?

They are good men,
they serve our cause well, Rafael.

We are two hours away from them.

Leave the jeep. Bring the equipment.

We go on foot from here.

What is it this vile,
black goop is supposed to do?

This rubber and nylon compound

will make a waterproof seal
on the cloth fiber.

That shouldn't take too long to dry.

Listen, Jack.
I'm sorry I got you into this.

Not half as sorry as you'd be
if you left those two behind.

You want to get that strut back on?
I can handle this.

Move.

Hey.

- MacGyver, how are we doing?
- We're doing great, Pete.

Have you out of here in no time.

You never were a good liar.

Hell of a way to go, huh?

I always thought I'd drop dead
at my desk, or...

...on the ninth tee.

Come on, knock it off,
will you, Pete?

Hey, come here.

Not everyone...

...is lucky enough
to have a friend like you.

I feel honoured.

I mean that.

So...

...if we all don't make it
out of here, l--

Pete?

Pete! Sister!

Pete, you hear me?
Come on, man. Come on.

He's lost so much blood.

Unless we can get him out of here,
there's nothing more we can do.

- I think it's gonna hold.
- All right, let's get Pete in the plane.

Pete. Pete, let's get you in the plane,
come on.

Take it easy.

- We'll have you out of here in no time.
- Yeah.

- Jack, give me a hand here.
- Now what?

If we didn't have enough runway
to land,

we're sure not gonna have enough
to take off.

We're gonna need a lot of help
to get that thing airborne.

- Okay.
- I'll anchor down the plane.

You crank it up. Peak out the rpm.

- I'll release the rope, we're out of here.
- No way.

It'd take a rocket to lift us out of here
with that much runway.

- Rocket!
- Jato. Jet-assisted takeoff.

- The Vipers.
- The Vipers?

Commander, we know
their radio is working.

If we contact them and offer
them a chance to surrender,

they could prove valuable hostages.

I am not interested in hostages.

The Americanos will die.
And so will Montayo.

We can mount the rockets
against the float strut.

That'll give us enough thrust
to hop out of here.

Yeah, but we still need a way
to ignite them both at the same time,

or the plane's gonna spin like a top.

Come in. This is Captain Santina.

You will not be harmed
if you surrender now.

You will not be harmed.
Repeat, you will not be harmed.

Come in, do you read?

Your safety is guaranteed
if you surrender now.

Yeah, who's gonna guarantee that,
Santina?

- You?
- Yes. I guarantee your safety.

You can't guarantee anything.
Not even what you're fighting for,

not as long as you're taking orders
from Rafael.

I did not ask you for a sermon.
I asked you for your surrender.

You're not gonna get it.

You might think Rafael is fighting
for the same thing as you, but he's not.

He's only interested in one thing.
Himself.

Why do you think your friend
Enrique turned on him?

Enrique was a traitor.

Yes, he was, to Rafael,
but not to you.

Not to the Barraca you're hoping for.

Rafael shot him in the back.

I do not believe you.

That's up to you.
But I'd watch my back.

Keep praying, Sister.

We've got 45 minutes
until that bomb goes off.

Commander, once we have
the gringos in sight,

it would be wise
to approach them with caution.

Caution.

- Battles are not won with caution.
- No, sir.

But we cannot know what weapons
we may be up against.

If you are not prepared
to lead your men, then I will.

That's great, Jack.

Now loop the rope
around the rear spreader bar.

- Rig it with a slipknot.
- Aye, aye.

- What do you got there?
- The quartz igniter.

They're off the rockets.

We'll wire it so I can trigger
the missiles from inside the cockpit.

- Great, how do they work?
- They're ignited by a sharp impact.

We can use the hammer
from the tool box as a firing pin.

They're in range!
Start the mortar, quick! Quick, quickly!

We take out the plane first,
then go in and clean up.

As you said, they may have weapons
we don't know about.

Take cover!

Okay, Mac, this rocket's ready.

Sister.

Lay these wires between the seats.

MacGyver, Pete doesn't have
much time.

Neither do we. Jack, let's start it up.

We'll be out of here
as easy as bim bam--

Let's get out of here!

You missed! Are you blind?

I thought these men
had field experience.

Let's blow this pop stand!

Give me someone who knows
how to deal with artillery!

- I cannot do that, commander.
- Are you refusing a command?

We have no more mortar rounds.

The gringos blew up
our munitions shed.

Do you remember, commander?

We will take them on face to face.

Move out! Come on.
We'll take them alive.

Seven hundred rpm.

Eleven hundred.

Fifteen hundred.

Seventeen hundred rpm.

Twenty-three hundred!
Now, Mac, yank it!

- MacGyver, what's happened?
- Your slipknot's not slipping!

Stop! Cease firing. Cease firing!

Hang on, Mac!

Upsy-daisy.

Yes! We are airborne!

Why didn't you keep firing?
Montayo lives if you let them get away!

Take him.

Yes, Enrique showed his true colours.

Now you have shown us yours!

You cannot do this.

I will have you shot.

All of you! Shot!

I will have you shot!

Let-- Let me go! Let me go!

Airport Nadero.
Calling Airport Nadero.

This is an emergency. Mayday.

Do you read? This is urgent.

There is a bomb set to go off

in the banquet hall of
the presidential palace in 1 5 minutes.

I repeat, there is a bomb set to explode
in the presidential palace.

Do you understand? Over.

Affirmative.
We read you loud and clear.

Presidential security
will be notified immediately.

Jack?

Where's MacGyver?

He's flying economy, Pete.

Not to worry, he's...

He's comfortable.

Jack!

"Montayo allows first elections
in Barraca."

Well, it looks like Barraca
is on the road to democracy after all.

With Santina representing the rebels
in the peace talks, I'm not surprised.

Yeah, that Santina
was one hot tamale, all right.

I mean that
with the greatest of respect.

I mean, anybody that can put Rafael
on ice is okay with me.

So Pete, how's the first day
back at work? Feeling okay?

Yeah. Fine.

No haemorrhages, or heart attacks,
or loose organs roaming around?

Nope. Why?

Because I don't want you to keel over
when you see my bill.

Bill? Hold it right there, Dalton!

It's all there, big guy.
Itemized for your perusal.

Flight time, plane damage,
hazard pay. It's all there.

Oh, no rush,
I don't need it until tomorrow.

"Big guy"?

MacGyver, the next time you want
to ask Jack Dalton to do you a favour

- do me a favour.
- I know, Pete.

- Don't.
- Don't.

Don't.