You were so close.
I have to hand it to you, you almost beat me.
But, deep down, you knew that would never happen.
Sorry it has to end this way.
And these are all the spy kids?
-That's everybody. Plus Gary. -Don't do this, Ms. Nowhere.
I know you can hear me in there. Look in your heart!
Uh, no, scratch that. Look in the regulations!
You're completely breaking rule 155/J. "Succumbing to mind control."
Also, that's an unregistered pantsuit!
She's following my regulations now, so bye-bye, losers.
Snuff!
- Hey! Wait! - Huh?
If you get rid of us, you won't be able to stop your formula from exploding!
What do you mean?
-I mean, like, kaboom! -Yeah! Like, kaboom!
Layla's last shipment exploded because your formula is unstable.
For reals?
I don't know. I'm not a chemist. Also, I was brainwashed, remember?
Ugh. Don't be so basic.
I can tell you how to fix it, if you let us live.
Is he messing with me?
It was Frostee who figured out you were smuggling the formula.
He's the smart one.
What do you mean?
That one's cute. I might keep him.
Fine. Fix my formula, and all your friends will live happily ever after.
But, if I don't have a new batch of non-kaboom in 24 hours,
you'll find out how extra I can get.
Like, super duper extra extra.
-What does that mean? -Uh...
It means you're dead. Jeez!
Okay. What do we need to fix 30,000 liters of my formula?
Whoa...
We've got 10 hours before this place turns into a bigger bomb
than my pink armpit hair at my 15th birthday!
They called me Sparkle Pits... Until I burned their houses to the ground.
Ha ha! JK. No one can prove that.
Anyway! Tick tick.
Well, potassium is the stabilizing agent I used to equal out the compound,
but I'm not sure that method will translate to something this big.
Yawn! Hint: I'm not really sleepy, just super bored.
Get. To. The. Point!
We'll need 10,000 bananas.
Was that so hard? Get me 10,000 bananas.
-But Rafaela... Where would I-- -Get me 10,000 bananas!
And six cases of Yoka! It helps me think.
I love your necklace. My mommy had some statement bling just like it.
-Oh, thank you. -Mm mm mm.
Uh...
Mm mm....
- Gimme. - She'll do this all day.
- Ugh, okay. For the team... - Gimme gimme.
I don't care what Rafaela says. When Frostee is done, so are we.
-Could you radio for backup? -There's no one to call.
Rafaela controls the police, and Interpol.
Ms. Nowhere would overrule any orders to our people.
We got to get out of here. These walls are closing in on me.
Pull it together, paranoid. The walls aren't going anywhere.
But there's a window I could fit through.
And then what?
You'd still be surrounded by guards in a foreign country.
The hauler might have enough firepower to bust us out.
The hauler is in quicksand. It can't move.
-Use the quicksand wheels. -The what now?
I explained this back on the plane.
So that's how the shortwave, or ham radio works.
But if you've heard my broadcasts, you might say I'm the ham.
Now. On to the wheel features.
-These are new, and not in your binders. -Yeah!
The wheels can transform to work in different terrains. Snow, ice, mud...
-Even quicksand. -There's no such thing.
-Nah, doesn't ring a bell. -Nope.
-Never happened. -Y'all are terrible spies.
Anyway, you can drive the hauler out of the quicksand.
It's a long shot, but it's our only hope.
How's Echo going to make it without being caught by Ms. Nowhere and her local goons?
I'll just call her a ride.
Coming to pick you up.
Yeah! Get some!
Go!
Ha ha! Think you can take me? Nothing stops a Toretto. Be there soon.
No! Lugnuts, my car! How many times is this going to happen to her?
Echo, you okay?
I'm okay, but I got to find another way out of here.
Get her!
Ugh!
-Uh, what's going on out there? -The skater girl got away on a motorcycle.
Ha ha, yeah!
-But Ms. Nowhere just went after her. -Oh no...
Oh yeah. So one of your fam will def not make it back to Los Angeles.
It's up to you whether the rest of them will.
Better get scienceing...
How can I find the hauler?
Okay, Cisco! Hit it!
-No! The other way! -No, no, no!
There's nowhere to go.
Guys, I'm going to go dark for a while. I'll be back.
This is Negative Omega.
Get me drone surveillance on my coordinates. Body heat cams.
-We've got one in the water. -You think she lived?
Get a search party down there. We don't leave without finding Echo!
I can't wait to get out of Rio. After this race tomorrow,
when I make them pay for trying to blast me, I am so outtie.
So, you're doing all this just for revenge?
"Just" for revenge? Uh, my daddy is dead and my mommy is gone,
and I am stuck here alone with these uggos, in a slum!
Hashtag, stanky.
I'm winning that race - again, taking all the other families' money
and then I'll bounce.
This place can burn, for all I care. I'll be shopping with my BMFF.
But what about your people, who have venerated your memory?
Your powers could uplift them. Bring justice.
My people? I only moved here after my daddy married my mom.
No one even cared about me until I blew up in a car wreck.
Shut up and keep peeling.
Okay...
But isn't there a more effective way to deliver potassium to your solution?
Perhaps sacks of potash fertilizer?
Hm, that could work.
No, no. He used bananas, so we use bananas.
Now keep peeling! Ugh!
A drone located her watch. She couldn't have survived.
Keep looking. She's tougher than you think.
Remember Sun Tzu's words. "Warfare is based on deception.
When we're near, we must make the enemy believe we're far away.
When far away, we must make him believe we are near."
I see her!
She is heading downriver, toward the mosquito bog.
Copy. I told you she was alive. Let's move!
-Obrigada. -Por nada.
Man, I hope Echo's okay.
Ms. Nowhere isn't back, so Echo's still going.
How did you get to be friends with her? She seems too...
Too what?
Too cool?
-Too smart? -Like, too good?
Uh...
-Backed yourself into a corner there. -How did y'all meet?
In elementary school, we had to write a love poem.
Mine was about a big block 440 engine.
Ooh! That was my first crush.
Yeah, that was moving, bro!
"Your timing belt Makes my heart melt."
After school, some bullies surrounded me, making fun of me.
- Cisco had drama club, I was alone. - I was a steak in Nutrition of the Opera.
-Talk about typecasting. -Right?
Anyway, it looked like I was in for a beating,
but Echo skateboarded in out of nowhere
and knocked down those guys like bowling pins.
-Nice! -I had never even talked to her before.
She liked how I rhymed "carburetor" with "smell you later".
-We've been friends ever since. -Oh man, I hope we smell you later, Echo!
I hope we smell you later!
-How long do we have to search? -Until we find her.
-The jungle is too thick for the drones. -We'll be eaten alive!
It beats the alternative.
Ugh, stop being so dramatic.
There is no way a little girl would go into this awful place. It's a nightmare!
What do you mean, "little girl"?
I mean, she's literally a little girl.
She cannot be taller than 140 cm, tops.
What? Am I wrong?
Well that "little girl" picked the perfect place to hide...
Or the perfect place to send your enemy.
Who said they saw her?
It couldn't have been me. I don't have my radio.
I lost it by the waterfall.
Nice one, Echo. She sent us the opposite direction.
Keep searching, everybody!
But, didn't you just say...
We're not leaving this area until we find her.
Phew. All right, big boy. Let's get you out of here.
We might bust our troops out tonight.
Uh-oh.
You're pretty good, but did you think
I'd let you take my hauler?
It was worth a try!
I admit, the radio bit was nice.
If you'd just been dealing with dumb, dirty criminals,
-you'd have gotten away with it. -Hey!
But it's time to face the facts. The hauler's on lockdown.
You're outgunned, outmanned,
hiding in a foreign country with no contacts, no friends, and no weapons.
There's no way you can win,
and nowhere you can run.
Hey, who said anything about running?
You know where I am. Come get me.
Girl, it is on!
I didn't know that was real! He slipped on banana peel!
Um, is all this formula still splodey?
Yes. Sorry.
-I think I broke my coccyx! -Okay, that was pretty funny.
Where are you, Echo?
Gotcha!
Aw...
What? Anyone who cannot appreciate a family of monkeys cuddling is cancelled.
I'm clapping back, don't at me!
Sorry. Rafaela's been rubbing off on me.
Fine. Sleep well, Echo.
Tomorrow, I march with superior numbers
and all the monkeys in the jungle won't be able to help you.
Hey.
-Oh. Hey. -Don't worry about Echo.
- She's the toughest of you all. - I know. I just...
I feel like I keep getting us into these messes.
Not me. I've been getting into messes since I was knee-high on a grasshopper.
-You say the stupidest stuff. -Me? How about you?
"Aw, lugnuts!"
Shut up. That's my catchphrase.
It's just... What are we even doing here?
I pushed for us to come down to Brazil, but why?
To save me?
Yeah, sure. But honestly,
I think it was just as much about me. To prove myself, or something.
- I'll get us killed. - Don't get all gloomy.
Where's the reckless dummy who drove into a hotel tower? Where's that knucklehead?
You worry too much. You're not responsible for everyone.
You may be trying to figure your junk out, but Echo knows what she's about.
She'll get us out. You need a bit more faith in your family.
I'm sorry, who said that?
Did Layla Gray just tell me to have faith in my family?
Shut up. I'm trying to sleep.
Come on, Echo.
All right, Nowhere. Let's do this.
Keep a tight formation. She knows we're coming for her.
You seem on edge.
Get out of the way!
Good morning, campers. Treacherous trails ahead.
Hope you weren't up late working on that.
You won't be fresh enough to outrun me.
Hope he has water wings.
I see someone's been studying my book of spy tricks.
But you know what an echo is? Just a bad copy of the original.
The whole jungle smells your fear.
Puh-lease.
Can the whole jungle see me roll my eyes?
Should we cut him down?
Stay here if you want. I'm moving on.
Sorry!
Duck!
Then there was one.
They were only slowing me down.
Oh, sweet Paco! Come to mama!
Ha ha!
That was your big finale?
You think I'd fall for the Empanada Gambit?
I thought you were better.
You were so close.
I have to hand it to you, you almost beat me.
But, deep down, you knew that would never happen.
Sorry it has to end this way.
You were my greatest student.
Way better than Gary. It's a shame to see you go.
So long, Echo!
What is this?
Ha ha!
It's a trap, fool! Spy rule number 73! Nothing relaxes your enemy like success.
You taught me everything I know.
I'll just wait for that mind control to wear off.
I guess the student has become the master. What are you doing?
Don't fight the sand. You'll only sink deeper.
Uh... How are you doing that?
I didn't teach you everything I know!
Ha! I'm coming for you!
And when I get out of here, you're gonna--
What happened?
Am I in quicksand? Gary!
Good to have you back, boss.
You hit me!
Sorry!
You couldn't just trap me and wait for it to wear off?
You can watch it on the cameras. We gotta go.
We got an hour before Rafaela ices our crew.
Then pull me out and heat up some pork pies.
That girl is going down.
♪ We run the world like a family ♪
♪ Speed it up, cause together we ♪
♪ We ride out, ride out Chase the legacy ♪
♪ Ride out, got the whole squad We on the go ♪
♪ Ghost ride the whip As our tires smoke ♪
♪ The crew stay tight Everybody knows ♪
♪ We just having fun Cause this is how we roll ♪
♪ We ride out, ride out Chase the legacy ♪