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 make contact with our embassy.
The problem is, our government can't take any official action.
Not until after the State Department meets with President Monteyo.
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? Que paso, hombre?
Long time no see. How was the visit back home?
Oh, uh, it was good. Yeah, uh, things went well.
Uh, listen, Jack, I, uh...
Oh, look, if it's about that C-note I owe you,
I'm just 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 stop and chat with you,
but I got to deliver these gourmet goodies.
Gourmet?
Frozen tacos and margarita mix?
Mmm! Tasty treats.
Bound for San Clemente Island. You ever been there?
It's about 50 miles off the coast. Four months out 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,
and I'll have the payments on this plane covered.
Well, at least the down payment.
Yeah. Uh, that's great, Jack.
Uh, listen, compadre...
I need a favor.
A favor from who?
You.
I need a favor from you, Jack.
- You do? - Yeah.
- From moi? - Yes.
MacGyver needs a favor 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 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.
Mis 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 Monteyo 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 honor you.
Not by pinning medals on your chests, no.
Medals are for dictators like Monteyo.
Instead, your reward will be the grateful cries of the Barracan people!
To be written on a new page in our history!
Liberación!
Liberación! Liberación!
So here is the traitor!
Yes, Rafael.
Very good.
- Bury him. - Sí.
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?
Sí. 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 Monteyo?
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 colors
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 territorial limit
and are approaching the coast.
Half an hour to touchdown.
Boy, 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,
let 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 eleventh 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 these 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 show time.
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? - Hey!
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 down there
cleaning blackboards even 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 Monteyo.
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 just buzzing the hot spots 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,
lightweight, yet durable,
accurate, with real stopping power.
How 'bout 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, uh... 20%?
America, land of free enterprise.
If we were to buy, say, 75,
we would expect a 30% 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.
We have to phone ahead and have them pre-package to avoid Customs.
Easy enough.
Okay.
I'll 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 'bout 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, uh, 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, right?
So you'll want to stick with disposable launch weapons.
You Americanos...
you always have an angle, don't you?
Business major, U.S.C.
Political Science, Berkeley.
Berkeley?
Well, it's nice to see higher education at work. Salude.
Who are you?
A friend of Pete's.
Oh...
MacGyver...
He's been shot.
Oh, man. Hang in there, Pete.
We'll get you out of here.
As far as I could 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.
Let's go.
The gringos!
They're getting away!
Stop them! Stop the plane!
Come on, baby, come on!
Cease fire!
Raphael, 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'm gonna have to set her down or we'll burn the engine out.
110 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!
Oh-ho-ho!
Jack?!
Whoa, baby. Whoa!
Whoa!
We're going to crash!
Let's set him down over there.
Take it easy.
He's still bleeding.
Yeah, I know.
MacGyver...
Monteyo...
warn him.
Take it easy, Pete. What's he talking about?
One of Rafael's men is going to kill President Monteyo.
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.
Uh, hello...
Nadero, do you read me? Come in, please.
Do you read me? Over.
Na...
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 near Juahero marsh.
Did they make any contact with the capitol?
No, Capitain 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.
Well, it's gonna take a lot more than a wing and a prayer to get airborne.
I mean, look at my plane, Mac, look at it.
A gash like that'll 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 Monteyo.
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, buddy.
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 the capitol, with anyone?
No, no, they cannot.
Because the mountains are blocking all their transmissions.
Then Monteyo'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 'em.
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, 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 Noriaga 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 Monteyo's death can give me now!
Give you?!
The people, of course.
Vamanos!
You are amazing, Mr. MacGyver.
Making something out of nothing, like a miracle worker.
Well, 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 for this terrain?
They are good men, they serve our cause well, Rafael.
We are at least 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?
Well, this rubber and nylon compound
will make a waterproof seal on the cloth fiber.
There we go.
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 honored.
I mean that.
So... if we all don't make it out of here,
I...
Pete?
Pete!
Sister!
Pete, do 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, man.
Take it easy, huh?
Yeah.
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, and 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 Take-Off.
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 Monteyo.
We can mount the rockets against the float struts.
That'll give us just enough extra thrust to hop on 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.
Attención Americanos, 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.
Vamanos.
Keep praying, Sister.
We got 45 minutes till that bomb goes off.
Commander...
once we have the gringos in sight,
I think 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 igniters.
They're off the rockets.
I'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 toolbox 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.
You got it. We'll be out of here 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!
Get 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 ammunition shed.
Do you remember?
Commander...
we will take them on face to face.
Vamanos!
Move out! Come on!
We'll take them alive. Vamanos!
700 rpm.
Eleven hundred.
Fifteen hundred.
1,700 rpm.
2,300! Now, Mac!
Yank it!
MacGyver, what's happening?!
Your slipknot's not slipping!
Stop!
Cease firing!
Hang on, Mac!
Upsy daisy!
Whoo! Yes!
We are airborne!
Why didn't you keep firing, idiots?
Monteyo lives if you let them get away!
Take him!
Agarranlo!
Yes, Enrique showed his true colors.
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 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 15 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.
Yo.
Where's MacGyver?
He's flying economy, Pete.
Uh... not to worry.
He's, uh...
he's comfortable.
Jack...!
"Monteyo allows first elections in Barraca."
Well, it looks like Barraca is on the road to democracy after all.
Well, 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 could put Rafael on ice is okay with me.
So, Pete, how's the first day back at work?
- Feeling okay? - Yeah. Fine.
No hemorrhages or heart attacks or loose organs roaming around?
Nope.
Why?
'Cause 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 favor, do me a favor...
I know, Pete.
Don't.
Don't!
Don't.