MacGyver

Previously on MacGyver...

Pena!

Who is this guy again?

He was my C.O.

His name was Alfred Pena.

He was my EOD training officer.

He was the best.

Taught me everything I know about bomb disposal.

He named his daughter Annabelle.

Your father was one of the bravest men I ever knew.

If you'll let me, I'd love to tell you all about him.

Matty!

- Blending in with the parade was a bust! - We've been made!

Copy that. I'll inform exfil.

What did you lead us in here for?!

Well, I was following you.

Just hold them back!

With what? Harsh language? I'm out of ammo.

- What? - Oh, yeah. I ran out

of ammo a long time ago, bro.

Okay, well, then just buy me some time.

I'm sure there's some family heirloom in here I can use

to get us out, unless you want to die like a fancy elf.

Well, I mean, I'd rather not.

Photo albums, more photo albums,

Grandma's wedding dress,

old handwritten letters.

That's a dead rat!

- Ugh, gross. - What are you doing, Mac?!

Let's go, man!

Here we go.

This! This might do the trick.

Yeah, what kind of trick, to e-mail Riley our last words?

DVD burners

are good for more than just making Salt-N-Pepa mixtapes.

All I got to do is take out the laser diode,

remove the resistor...

then fit it into the flashlight housing.

Holy Mary mother of God, it finally happened.

Wait, what are you talking about?

You made a lightsaber!

Not everything's about Star Wars.

Well, agree to disagree, young Padawan.

Why don't you make with the "boom, boom, boom, boom."

and Obi-Wan Kenobi our way out of this joint. Let's go, man!

There we go.

Hey, man, I think it's actually working.

Yeah! Use the Force, Mac!

And honestly, I wanted to quit right then and there.

Then, my training officer...

Your dad... he picked me up, and he said,

"You're already in pain.

You're already tired.

You might as well learn something from it, Angus."

Why is it every time I say my name, you laugh?

Because it's funny.

Well, I can't disagree with you there.

Why did your parents name you Angus?

You know, I don't know, actually.

You should ask.

I can't, 'cause

my mom passed away, and I haven't seen my dad in years.

Then who tells you stories about your dad?

Nobody, I guess.

But I did find his watch recently.

It's pretty cool.

Hey, Mac, there's a Matty on the phone.

Says you really need to turn your cell back on.

She sounds mad.

Busted.

Thank you.

This is live footage from Nigeria.

18 hours ago, an oil wellhead exploded,

igniting a geyser of fire over 600 feet tall.

Blaze like that's got to be burning through

500,000 barrels a day?

Oil company estimates a million.

Why doesn't this

oil company just, you know, turn it off?

Well, Bozer, that's because they can't.

That wellhead that exploded... That was the off switch.

Now this towering column of fire is

directly connected to a massive underground reservoir of oil.

I think I speak for everyone

when I say, Jack, did you just have an out-of-body experience?

How do you know all this?

Ah, my granddad used to build drilling rigs

outside of Amarillo.

I practically grew up on one of these.

Which is why, I got to ask.

Normally, highly-trained crews

and specialized machinery are brought in

to fight a blaze like this. Why is that not happening here?

Because this explosion wasn't an accident.

A rebel army called The Damisa

are trying to topple the Nigerian government,

and they've already seized three military installations along

the Nigerian border.

Then, they used stolen C4

to blow up the wellhead.

And now they're using stolen RPGs to take out

any plane, train or automobile

coming into the country carrying firefighting equipment.

Best way to destabilize

a country is to bankrupt it.

And the quickest way to bankrupt an oil-rich country

is to do that.

These guys are gonna do anything

to keep that fire burning.

JACK; And I'm assuming

we're gonna do everything we can to put it out.

- Right? - Correct.

But with the region about to collapse into a civil war...

D.C. wants to avoid direct involvement,

- so it's up to us? - Yes.

And we have to move quickly.

This imagery is live?

Yeah. Our techs estimate that smoke

from the fire is gonna block satellite overwatch

in less than 12 hours.

So let me get this straight.

You want us to hike into a country on the brink of war,

sneak past an army

of trigger-happy rebels, and extinguish a blazing inferno

the size of a skyscraper,

using only what happens to be lying around?

- That about puts a bow on it. - Around here we call it Tuesday.

Well, we may deviate from the plan a little, but, yeah.

Cool. When do we leave?

That airstrip we spotted on satellite's

about ten more miles that way.

Oh, great. I saw two planes parked on the tarmac

we could use to drop the bomb.

Yeah, about the bomb.

Mac, you maybe want to do us all a favor

and stop hopping around like that?

Yeah, come on. I'm with Bozer, man.

It'd suck to get blown up before the mega-fire

has a chance to cook us all there, boss.

Oh, yeah, relax.

It's just cyanuric triazide.

Oh.

Low impact agitation won't set it off, so I could

literally twerk my way across Nigeria, and we'd all be fine.

So, high-impact will set it off.

Exposure to 3,000-degree flames, something like that.

Yeah, about that.

Can we go back to the part where dropping a bomb on fire

is gonna make it less fiery?

It's actually quite simple.

The blast shockwave will expand so quickly that it pushes

all the burning oil and oxygen away from the fuel source.

Yeah, imagine a kid blowing out a bunch of birthday candles.

One big puff, and they're out, right?

Now imagine those candles are 600 feet tall,

and the kid's turned into a backpack bomb dropped

from a stolen airplane, and there you are.

That's right out of Red Adair's playbook.

- You talking about the dancer? - No.

No, Riley, I'm not talking about Fred Astaire.

I'm talking about Red Adair.

Did you guys ever see a movie called Hellfighters

with John Wayne?

No.

Come on, man. Bozer, I thought you said you like movies.

Yeah.

Good ones.

Okay, I'll... I'll choose

not to be insulted by that, Boze.

No. Red Adair was a native Texan who made a name for himself

fighting some of the world's most dangerous wellhead fires.

And in 1961, he battled a blaze

called "The Devil's Cigarette Lighter."

It burned at 3,000 degrees, caused gale force winds.

It could shoot out a stream of gas powerful enough

to cut a man right in half.

These are super-helpful facts, Jack, not at all terrifying.

Well, my old man's old man met Red once,

and he said it was like meeting the president.

To my grandpa, there was no greater hero than Red Adair.

Wow.

Your grandfather would have been proud of you, Jack.

What? Is that supposed to be a joke, Bozer?

Nah, it's a compliment.

Kind of like a look-at-you-now thing.

Oh, well, I can't tell when you're joking or not.

You've never given me a compliment before,

so I don't know how to take it.

- You know what? I take it back. - Shh. Shh.

What is it, Mac?

Remember those rebels Matty warned us about?

You mean, the ones with the leopard claw tattoos

and the AK-47s? No, doesn't ring a bell.

Jack, don't.

We don't have a chance.

When you said those explosives need

high impact to detonate?

A bullet would do the trick.

Yeah. Yeah, that's what I thought.

Bozer, watch where you're going.