02x06 - Jet Engine + Pickup Truck

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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 b*mb 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 a*mo.

What? Oh, yeah. I ran out of a*mo 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 expl*si*n wasn't an accident.

A rebel army called The Damisa are trying to topple the Nigerian government, and they've already seized three m*llitary 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.

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 w*r...

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 w*r, 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 b*mb.

Yeah, about the b*mb.

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.

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 b*mb 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 b*mb 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 b*rned at 3,000 degrees, caused gale force winds.

It could sh**t 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.

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.

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 expl*sives need high impact to detonate?

A b*llet would do the trick.

Yeah. Yeah, that's what I thought.

Bozer, watch where you're going.

Me? If you kept up, I wouldn't be getting yanked back.

Guys, now's not the time.

Seriously? If we're gonna escape, we need to stop bickering and stay calm, and wait for Mac to come up with a plan.

What you got, bro? Working on it.

Well, you mind working a little faster?

It's not gonna be long before these guys get sick of dragging us around, start feeding us nine-millimeter sleeping pills.

If they were gonna sh**t us, they would've done so already, not dragged us through the woods.

They're taking us to their camp, I think.

Well, that sounds awful.

What is this place?

An abandoned town.

The residents must have cleared out when the wellhead blew.

So what are the rebels doing here, raiding it for supplies?

Maybe. Or alternate theory: They brought us here to lock us in a house and watch us burn alive.

Stop!

Well, looks like we're about to find out.

On your knees! Kneel!

Jack.

I didn't know The Damisa let women and kids into their club.

If these are The Damisa, why don't any of them have that leopard tattoo?

Because they're not rebels. They're villagers.

This town is their home.

You mean it was their home.

Who are you? Why are you trespassing on our land?

My name's MacGyver.

My friends and I were sent by the U.S. government to help put out that wellhead fire.

The Damisa said they came to help.

To make our lives better.

And now things are worse.

Much worse.

Look around you.

It's not safe here.

The air is becoming toxic.

You need to evacuate this area before we...

No, we will not leave.

If we run, we will lose everything.

No, if you stay, you'll lose everything, including your lives.

Better to die protecting that which our families have built over generations than to run like cowards.

I understand how important it is to have a connection to your past and what it's like to lose it.

So, if you won't leave, that's okay, but please let us do what we were sent here to do:

Help you save your home.

What proof do you have that you are telling the truth?

Hmm? That you are not working for Damisa?

None.

But if you untie me, I could show you a much better way to put out those fires.

It's not just their history they're protecting.

It's their future.

CIA intel said all towns near the wellhead have been evacuated.

Well, then I guess this is the first time the CIA's ever been wrong.

Okay, I'll make a call. In the meantime, you need to steal a plane and get back on schedule.

Every second that this wellhead burns brings the region closer to w*r.

Copy that. Mac and Cage and I are about to giddy up to the landing strip while Riley and Bozer launch their drone thing from town.

I'm sorry.

Did you just say "from town"?

Yeah, they're staying behind to watch our six and help these people put out fires until Mac gets that wellhead under control.

A piece of flaming debris could light that town up at any moment, Jack.

Riley and Bozer setting up overwatch so close to the fire puts them and the mission in unnecessary danger.

We can't just abandon these people.

Jack. Matty.

I'm on the ground here. Yeah, I know, which is why you're making an emotional decision.

No, which is why I have a better read on the situation than you do.

If Riley and Bozer leave, dozens could die.

And if they stay, this mission goes sideways, it could be thousands more.

Look, Jack, I know that it's hard to see people suffer, okay?

I get it.

But it's my job to see the bigger picture.

If anyone asks for help evacuating, you give it to them.

But Riley and Bozer are to set up somewhere safe, at least five miles from the wellhead fire.

Yeah, yeah, okay, fine. I got it.

Riley, Bozer, you can't stay here.

It's Matty's orders.

We came here to help people, didn't we?

Well, these people need help.

It's not my decision, man.

Riley, how's the view from the Phoenix satellites?

By now?

Completely obscured.

That would mean that Matty couldn't monitor our movements on the ground. Hold up.

Are you guys seriously considering disobeying orders?

Ah, it's more like tweaking orders.

Bozer's right.

We're here to help.

These people need all the hands that they can get.

Besides, what Matty doesn't know won't hurt her.

Matty brought me in. She gave me a second chance.

Screw it. I'm in.

Hey.

Now, this is a sonic fire extinguisher.

Press play and the speaker emits a 50 hertz frequency, creating pressure waves that could snuff out a fire.

Any chance Bozer could hurt himself with it?

Very funny.

Hey, need you two to make me a promise.

Things get any worse around here, you bounce, like, immediately.

Promise?

Got you. Promise.

All right.

All right, heads up, Mac. Yeah.

We're about to launch our eye in the sky.

Okay, 200 feet.

300 feet.

400 feet.

Okay, she's just below the smoke ceiling.

Switching to auto-hover.

Calibrating the image.

Okay, guys.

Good news is the drone is operational.

Bad news is there's been a few developments since our satellites could last see the area.

Let me guess... the landing strip we're supposed to get our plane from is now overrun with rebels?

Yeah. Real ones this time.

They're sabotaging anything that can fly.

Strategic move to stop locals from fighting the fire.

So, what's the plan now?

We still need a plane.

All right. Looks like we're gonna have to do this the Jack Dalton way.

I got the six on the left, if y'all can handle the two on the right.

Okay, on three. One, two...

That's a problem even the Jack Dalton way can't fix right there.

Now what?

Well, without a plane to drop the expl*sives, the only way to approach the fire is on the ground.

I thought you said that wasn't an option.

It isn't, because even if we could survive getting close enough to the flames to drop the expl*sives in, which we can't, the cyanuric triazide would've already exploded.

Mac, we told the townspeople we'd help.

There has to be another way.

You got something?

You know what, I think I do.

Cage, I need your shoelaces.

Okay, Jack, when the rebels scatter, I need you to go to the runway and grab as many seatbelts as you can from those destroyed planes. Seatbelts?

And the leopard people are gonna suddenly scatter because...?

Because they are going to be running towards what they think is an enemy f*ring at them.

I need your w*apon.

Am I going to get it back? Yeah. Absolutely.

At least look me in the eye if you're gonna lie to me.

Yeah, okay. That's better.

Now, Cage, while Jack is collecting, you and I are gonna go hot-wire that truck.

Oh, the one with the highly flammable barrels of jet fuel in the bed?

Super.

Means we got to be long gone before the rebels catch on.

'Cause one stray b*llet is game over.

Okay? Everyone ready?

Actually, I have a few questions.

Sorry, clock's ticking, pal.

How long we got? Oh, I don't know.

Well, it's a time delay relay made with a rock, backpack and two shoelaces.

No, I know, my shoelaces.

It's not exactly an atomic clock is what I'm saying.

Fair enough.

Mac, if you had to guess, like, roughly...

Mac, we're stealing a jet engine?

That's the plan.

Ah, come on, Mac!

You know, I trust you can build anything, but an airplane?!

Not building a plane, Jack.

Then why are we stealing an engine?!

Okay, let's save that explanation for later.

Yeah, good call.

Hey, Mac, as much as I love commandeering a jet engine, it's making it damn near impossible to drive this piece.

And I'm a little hazy on how it's gonna help us fight fire.

Yeah, me, too.

All right, you guys remember how I said that the explosions were gonna create a shockwave that was gonna blow out the flames?

Yeah, Jack's birthday candle metaphor.

Exactly. So, that L-39 Albatros in the back there, it pumps out about 50,000 pounds of thrust, enough to blow out the wellhead fires.

Yeah!

If, you know... If?

If what?

If we can get close enough.

How close?

15, maybe 20 feet. What?!

Were you not listening earlier when I told you what Grandpappy Dalton said about wellhead blowouts?

Meant hurricane force winds, dude.

Lethal gas spouts and the air burns at a balmy 3,000 degrees. Did you forget that?!

I did not forget that, Jack.

Mac, you have a plan, right?

I have a plan, in progress.

In progress. Fantastic.

Okay, we got four rebels approaching fast.

Jack, we got to outrun them.

Well, you're speaking my language, lady, but we're not outrunning anybody with that thing rolling around back there!

I take one turn too fast, we're gonna slide right off the damn road!

Well, what do you think the seatbelts are for? Well, I don't know!

A straightjacket? A bullwhip? A flail?

Could be anything. That was rhetorical.

Oh, I'm sorry, Fonzie. I get a little anxious when people are trying to k*ll me!

Come on, come on!

Let's go!

I'm trying!

Cage! Take care of those bad guys! Let's go!

Already there.

I got this. Engine's all you, okay?

Okay.

Yeah!

I don't mean to alarm anybody, but, uh, the road's about to swerve!

Hold on!

Hey. I can't drive if I can't see!

Oh, so sorry to inconvenience you, Jack!

Move!

Hey!

Left, Jack! Hard left!

Thanks. Ditto.

Uh, guys, the road's about to swerve again.

If you don't tie that jet engine down, like, now, this trip's gonna end right here!

Got it! Hang on!

Yeah, baby!

Fast and Furious: Nigerian Drift!

Good job.

Anything from Mac?

Yeah, they lost the rebels and are about an hour away from the wellhead. Hope we can last another hour.

These fires are almost starting faster than I can put them out.

I can use the drone's thermal cameras to spot new ones and alert us as they pop up.

Oh, man.

We should dig a fire break.

A deep ditch around the tree that the flames won't be able to cross.

Yeah, thank you. No problem.

Grow up around MacGyver, you learn a thing or two about fire safety.

So avocados, huh?

Piha oyinbo.

"Alligator pear."

You see, we call it that because of the rough green skin.

And when you cut it open...

It looks like an alligator's eye.

You know, my grandfather planted this tree, long before anybody knew there was oil underground.

Four generations of my family have eaten from it.

I used to cut the fruit in half when, uh, when it was ripe, and then chase my daughter around all over here.

Come. Come here.

Your daughter?

Yeah. She's, uh, 12 years old.

Where is she?

She was taken a couple of years ago, along with many others.

The children, they are made to do... horrible things.

Fight their wars...

But my Nina is strong. I know she will survive.

Is that why you stay here?

I know she will come back to me one day.

Solomon, my friends are gonna do everything they can to put out the fire, but if they can't, we need to talk about an evacuation plan.

You see, you say "we," but when you evacuate, where will you go?

Los Angeles.

Because that is your home, right?

You will board a plane and you will fly far away, and in a couple of weeks, you will forget about all of this. That's not true.

No. No, it's okay.

These are not your problems, not really.

It wasn't your grandfather that planted this tree.

When you evacuate, you will go home.

But where will my Nina go if I'm not here when she returns?

You okay?

It'll heal.

All right.

Mac, you know I don't usually crawl inside someone's head unless I'm paid to, but, for what it's worth, I think you need to be careful.

What do you mean?

I feel like you need to take a step back and ask yourself what's more likely, that your dad's watch was repaired wrong or that the numbers you found etched inside are some kind of elaborate clue.

You think I'm grasping at shadows? Mm-hmm.

I think the easiest way to botch an investigation is to misinterpret information so that you can follow a theory you hope to be true.

Confirmation bias. Yeah.

Leads can feel significant simply because you want them to be.

You got a lot of happy memories of your dad?

Some.

Well, I don't.

All I have are unanswered questions, questions that only he can answer.

So if the people in that village are willing to die to defend their heritage, shouldn't I be willing to chase any lead, no matter how...

What are the chances that's a good sound?

About eleventy-billion to none.

Mac, Mac. That sound can only mean one thing, man.

Riley, Bozer.

Get everyone inside. The wellhead's about to explode.

Riley, Bozer. The wellhead's about to...

Riley.

What, Mac? We can't hear you.

Can you hear me? Mac.

Mac, say it again.

The wellhead is about to explode.

Get everyone inside now.

Are you okay?

You're on fire.

I know, right? That was pretty dope of me.

Move over Liam Neeson, the B-O-Z...

Bozer, you're on fire! You're on fire! Huh?

Any chance we could pretend that last part didn't happen?

Now, come on, come on, come on.

It's Matty.

We're not supposed to be here. What do I do?

She can't see us. Be cool.

Okay.

Matty. Wuzzup?

I have Mac, Jack and Cage patched in as well.

The oil company said that the pressure underground is building faster than they expected.

Meaning what exactly? Meaning what just happened is only the warm-up for the main event.

Riley, Bozer, where are you?

Well, Matty, actually, that's a funny story. We are...

Drop whatever it is you're doing and get out of that town immediately. Do you hear me?

The oil company said the entire pipeline's gonna blow in a half an hour.

Matty, we're ten minutes away from the wellhead, and we have a plan... Uh, guys, we have a problem.

What is it?

Rebels. Lots of them headed our way.

Not for long. Hang on!

Uh, guys, I have a feeling we're gonna be late.

How late? Bozer, it'll be a miracle if we ever get there!

Ma'am, the oil company is trying to remotely open valves to relieve pressure on the wellhead, but the heat's making it difficult.

Our techs just received a report that methane gas is leaking into an underground geological pocket that could ignite at any time.

Mac, have you lost them yet?

Yeah, that'd be a big "no," Matty.

Okay, I've heard enough. Riley, Bozer, gather the people and evac the town now.

Mac, ditch your new friends and rendezvous with Riley and Bozer at exfil.

But, Matty, we can't just abandon every...

You can when it's a direct order, Riley.

I'm pulling the plug. All due respect, Matty, I'm watching a man risk his life to save a tree.

I'm not running till he does.

Bozer's right, Matty. If we don't put out that fire, the whole country's gonna be reduced to ash.

Mac, we're too heavy and slow to ditch these guys.

But what if we weren't? I got an idea, but I don't think you're gonna like this.

I think I'm gonna like it.

I think I'm gonna like it a lot!

No, that's insane. It's boy logic.

It'll never work in the real world.

It will. The physics itself is sound.

I'm just not sure if the truck's gonna hold together.

Come on, Cage!

Okay, okay! I change my mind.

Do it, but do it fast. Fast is the only way to do this.

Hurry up, Mac, let's go!

You know what'd be really good to have right now?

Seat belts. Just saying.

The time is now, Mac.

Now!

We're alive.

We're alive!

Jack... Sorry, sorry. I was real... I'm really excited.

Thanks, Jack.

I told you it was...

That's great, guys.

Now, please get back here ASAP so the rest of us can say the same thing.

Man, are we glad to see you guys.

We saw the whole thing on the drone's camera.

Was it amazing? I bet it was amazing. Can I do it?

Well, if this next step works, Bozer, I'll drive you myself.

Now what?

All right, first we have to outfit the pickup to withstand the heat.

So...

Oh, you know what? Bozer, get the locals to help you detach as many of these corrugated tin roofs as possible.

Riley, space blankets from emergency kits.

As many as possible. Cage...

Uh, we got a little problem here, chief.

b*llet hole.

Rebels must've hit the line before we pulled the throttle.

I think we're out of jet juice bro.

What are we gonna do now?

I guess we'll just have to make some more.

Keep them coming, guys.

Now, boiling crude oil separates short-chain molecules from long-chain ones, which will cool and condense back into a liquid into this container right here.

And when this one's full, just swap with another bucket.

Got it? Okay.

Got it.

How's it going over here, Riley?

Almost done stripping what we don't need.

About to start heat shielding.

Thanks.

All right, so, the tin will reflect the heat, but there can't be any gaps for it to penetrate, or...

Or it'll cook us alive from a hundred feet out.

We know, we know.

Yello.

Hey, Jack.

So, I just wanted to keep you in the loop that the oil company was able to open the rest of the valves.

Oh, well, that's great.

Well, not really. They think that, at best, it bought you another 20 minutes before the wellhead blows wide, vaporizing everyone even remotely close.

Okay.

Thanks for the pep talk, Matty. That's a big help.

Hey, while you're telling me a bunch of scary stuff I can't do much about, you want to go ahead and sh**t me my cholesterol score?

It isn't a score, Jack.

Eh, whatever.

Can you be honest with me?

Is this gonna work?

Jet engines are actually pretty simple machines.

They add fuel to a flowing stream of air and massively increase the force of that air by heating it up.

So, in theory, anything combustible should do the same thing.

Like crude oil refined into homemade gasoline.

You do this thing with your face when you're saving the worst part for last.

The only thing is crude oil contains a bunch of gunk that's eventually gonna clog the engine.

And how soon is "eventually"?

You don't know.

Of course.

Hey, would you, uh...

...hold on to this for me?

It's gonna get hot out there, and...

...even if it is just an old, poorly repaired watch...

...it's all I got left of him, you know?

I'll be giving this back to you after we cap that well.

Yeah, that's about as close as we can get without cooking.

Laces?

Hey, Mac, I know this might not be the best time for a heart-to-heart.

Definitely not. But in the event we don't just spontaneously combust right here and die...

...I want you to know that we're gonna find your dad.

You know why? 'Cause we're not gonna stop looking till we do.

Well, as long as you got me around, you got family.

I mean, I ain't going anywhere.

Thanks.

Yeah, man.

Unless, of course, our faces melt off like at the end of Raiders.

Remember that?

What's that smell?

That's the tires melting.

And that, uh... that doesn't concern you at all?

Don't-don't we need to drive?

No. No, we need them to melt.

It's the only way to anchor the truck so that the jet's thrust doesn't push it away from the fire.

Of course. Okay.

Hopefully the truck doesn't veer off course.

Yeah?

Hopefully.

Let's go.

All right.

Let's blow out this candle.

Jack, make a wish.

Is it cool if I just wish for this to work?

Guys, maybe we should get out of here, huh?

If it was gonna blow, it's already too late to outrun it.

We did it!

I can't believe that actually worked.

Mac, if you can put out that fire with spare parts and an old truck, you can find your dad.

Thank you.

You know, I think Old Red would be proud.

I think your grandpa would be proud.

Yeah, he would.

He'd be proud of us all.

Once you put out the fire, the Nigerians were able to cap the well.

Their m*llitary has The Damisa on the run, and several of the camps near you have already been liberated.

Well, that's great news. Yeah.

Now for the not such great news.

Come on, now.

Matty, we just reenacted a John Wayne classic.

I'm on an emotional high here.

Why does there always have to be a not great part?

Riley? Bozer?

I knew this was coming.

You two disobeyed orders and stayed in the town.

By doing so, you helped to save it.

Your actions were brave, even noble, but they could've gotten you k*lled, which would have put the success of our entire mission at risk.

Oversight is reviewing the situation to determine disciplinary action.

Does this mean we're gonna get a face-to-face?

No. Oversight doesn't interact with agents.

They deal with me, and then I deal with you.

Look, Matty, I just want you to know that we really... Save it.

It's out of my hands.

Well, if there's a silver lining to all this, it's probably the fact that I'm not the one who's in trouble this time.

Thanks, Jack.

Yeah, you're welcome. You guys will be fine.

Every operative worth their salt disobeys an order from time to time.

And if I hadn't done exactly that, I wouldn't be here.

Look, the only thing that really matters...

Look around you.

This is all that really matters, isn't it?

Think it was worth it?

Nina?

Nina!

Nina.

Oh, yeah.

Absolutely worth it.

Let's bounce.

Yay.

What is it?

It's called a tether car.

When your dad was a teenager, he used to spend his summers working as a mechanic, fixing cars in the local shop.

So, I thought it'd be cool if we built this together, and that way I can teach you about one of his passions.

It's so cool.

Thank you. Oh, you're welcome.

So, the last time I was here, you had asked me if I had any stories about my dad.

And the truth is I really don't.

But I do have lots of great stories about a good group of friends who are a lot like family.

One time, we made a truck fly.

No way. That's silly.

I'm serious. It's true.

Well, it's halfway true.

We were running away from these rebels in Nigeria, and, um...

Guys, dinner's ready.

And you know what?

That is a story for another time.

And until then, I think we should pinky swear never to mention that to anyone. All right?

Good. Knew I could trust you.