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Technology has just about taken over
everything in the world today.

But no matter how computerised
and mechanised things get,

people are still the most important part
of any operation.

And the weakest link.

Dave Edwards was
a computer engineer

working for a company involved
with the Phoenix Foundation

on a top-secret
government project.

When a routine security check
showed

he was spending a lot more money
than his job paid,

it raised suspicions that Edwards
was smuggling information from work.

I'd been following him to find out
who he was selling to.

My high-living young protégé
seems to have grown a tail, Harrill.

Do we burn the drop, Mr. Sanborn?

No, no, no, we've come too close.

With this delivery, we'll have
all the components of the RAlNS unit.

Tell Kreese to send Edwards
to the secondary drop.

Then you dispose
of our unwanted guest.

Hi. Would you like to dance?

Kreese, use the emergency signal.
We've got a crasher.

Hello, David.

Papillon.

What went wrong?
I saw the emergency signal.

You went wrong. You were careless.

The butterfly, give it to me. Now.

Call the police.

Using a Brazilian butterfly
to pass secrets.

Whoever we're dealing with
sure has a flair for the dramatic.

There it is.

Microtransparency.

Even the lab didn't get this
till the second pass.

- What exactly did they find?
- Well, let's take a look.

- Oh, no.
- What?

These are the schematics for
the RAlNS satellite-linkage system.

But even these are useless
without the schematics

from the other three companies.

Well, maybe they've already got them.

You're right.

We've gotta notify
Colonel Collins right away.

You know, I've got some questions
I need answered about this operation.

MacGyver, I know
all this secrecy bothers you,

- but the military has put this project
- Pass, please?

- on a strictly need-to-know basis.
- Well, I need to know

why some guy was killed last night.

Oh, hi, Dad.
Here's all that data you wanted.

I also made a PERT chart
for scheduling deliveries.

Oh, great.

So, Michael, the old man
got you working weekends, huh?

I appreciate
your giving up your Sunday.

As long as I can catch
that Laker-Celtics game this afternoon.

I hope you haven't bet
too much on this one.

Me? Never.

- Hey, see you around.
- Yeah.

It's good to see you two
getting along.

Yeah, putting him to work here
is the best thing I ever did.

We've seen more
of each other this year

than all the time he was growing up.

Well, I guess what they say is true.

It's never too late.

Excuse me, young man.

I'm in a hurry, mister.

Yes, but didn't we meet
in Paris last winter?

I never travel overseas before April.

But it doesn't get warm until May.

You've kept up with your homework.
Excellent.

Papillon.

I don't get it. David said
I was never supposed to meet you.

I'm afraid I have some rather
sad news for you, my boy.

David is dead.

I'm sorry to give you this news.
I know how close you two were.

I can't believe it.

- He was like my big brother.
- I know, I know.

We've been friends since school.

- What happened?
- Well, he got careless.

He stepped into a trap

- and got shot trying to escape.
- Shot? By who?

FBl, ClA, NSC, DXS. Who knows?
It's all the same alphabet soup.

The really important thing here
is the operation.

- You've got to run that now.
- Me?

You want me to be in charge?
You don't even know me.

I know all about you, Chas.

I know where you live,
I know where you work.

I even know who you sleep with.

And I have always known that you'd
be the one to take David's place,

should the occasion arrive.

And that time has come now.

I don't know if I'm ready for all this.

- Nobody was supposed to get hurt.
- And no one else will.

All we need to finish our mission
is that final set of schematics.

By the way, when you deliver them,

I'm going to see
that your share's doubled.

It's up to you now.

You're not going
to let us down, Chas.

Somehow, Edwards got the specs
of the satellite linkage

before it left Teldar Systems.

Now, our problem is that we don't
know whether any other schematics

were stolen from Webber,
Macroflex or Vectorcomp.

This is exactly the kind of thing
we were trying to prevent.

This is a disaster. The entire RAlNS
operation could be compromised.

Just what is this operation?

The details are classified.
Strictly need-to-know.

Yeah, I've heard that before, colonel,
and right now I need to know.

The Phoenix Foundation
was contracted to assemble

the RAlNS unit
and maintain security.

Anything beyond that
doesn't concern you.

I think it does.
Somebody was killed last night.

- MacGyver...
- I mean it, Pete.

I gotta know whether this involves
something I can sleep with.

What can't you sleep with,
Mr. MacGyver?

Shady, hip-pocket political scams,
for one.

RAlNS is not in that category,
you can take my word for it.

Sorry. Not good enough.

I'm out of here.

- He can't quit.
- Yes, he can.

- Then replace him.
- He's the best man we have.

MacGyver. Hold it.

Okay.

You win.

RAlNS is an acronym for Remote Air
ldentification Neutralizing System.

It picks up enemy radar signals

and transmits the frequency
to a satellite,

which sends out a wave pattern
that disrupts the signals.

Which makes any plane
virtually invisible.

Well, what kind of operation
is this gonna be used on?

In a minute.

How many people have
access to the RAlNS assembly room?

Only myself and the lab chief
have pass cards.

The magnetic combination
is changed every morning at random.

How often is this room
swept for bugs?

Every morning.

And the RAlNS unit here is gonna be
used on a highly sensitive mission.

You two never heard
what I'm about to say.

Our intelligence suspects
a hostile country

is building
a biochemical-warfare factory.

The DXS wants to use
the RAlNS unit

to get a recon jet
through their radar

and shoot some pictures
before Wednesday.

What happens on Wednesday?

We expose the plant to
the United Nations Security Council.

Which could save thousands
of people from an agonizing death.

Now, is that non-political enough
for you?

- Dave Edwards dead. I can't believe it.
- Neither can l.

I don't care what Papillon says.

I got into this to pay off my condo,
not to get shot.

None of us did.

- But we have to finish the job.
- Finish the job?

We'll be lucky
if the job doesn't finish us.

- If they found Dave, they can find us.
- Look, Papillon put me in charge.

We start by covering Dave's trail.

Dump everything that could
link him to us.

Right. That's a start.

So how do we get the satellite linkage
for RAlNS out of Teldar?

We don't have to.

The Phoenix Foundation has it now.

Isn't that right, Thornton?

You got it.

- Hi. How's it going, Michael?
- Hi.

Any luck?

Oh, I've been at it since 7::30
this morning. This is all I got.

- What is it?
- It's what's left

of Teldar Systems' file
on Dave Edwards.

I'd be willing to bet
someone got into their mainframe,

planted a virus
and wiped out his whole history.

A virus?

When is somebody going to come up
with a computer vaccine?

It's an epidemic. We're all
at the mercy of these hackers.

Oh, these are no hackers, Pete.
This is professional sabotage.

Well, where do we go from here?

Edwards worked at State University
before he went over to Teldar.

I've asked the registrar
to send over his file.

Okay. Let me know what you find.

Seven, eight, nine, ten.

We got it all worked out.

Courtesy of Papillon.

A few snapshots
of those satellite-linkage schematics,

and we'll all be set for life.

I can't just waltz into the security lab.

I've already told you guys,
it takes a special pass card.

- Show him, Simon.
- Here, move over.

Nine-volt battery.

Card with a blank strip, and bingo.

You've got an instant copy
of any magnetic code you want.

I've already used it
to boost a couple credit cards.

Works like a charm.

I've already told you guys. There are
only two in the entire building.

Now, how am I supposed to get
my hands on a pass card to copy?

What are fathers for?

Oh, you're good.

Who is?

Whoever broke into Teldar's system
must've hit Edwards' university file too.

Well, what's this?

It's the access number
to Edwards' personnel file.

The number keeps changing.

Are you telling me we can't access
any information on Dave Edwards?

That's about it.

It's these computers, I'm telling you.

Give me the good old days,
when we still had paper, books...

That's a good idea, Pete. Good one.

Yes, I'd like the number
for the State University library, please.

Library?

Yeah, that was a good idea.

Stick with it.

Hey, Dad. You got a minute?

For you, I've got a minute.
Come on in.

Now, what's up?

Well, I wanted to get your opinion
on something.

Yeah? What's that?

Oh, that's beautiful.

Well, I've always been partial
to cashmere.

I know.
That's why I got it in your size.

- What?
- Now, you remember you told me

not to bet too much
on that Lakers-Celtics game?

- Well, as usual, I didn't listen to you--
- Michael--

But for once, I was right. So I decided
to cut you in on the winnings.

No, you're not giving me this.

Dad, please. Let me do this for you.

Look, I can't even consider
taking that. It's too much.

Then consider it a payment
on that loan you gave me in college.

That was not a debt.
A father is supposed to

educate his children, all right?
I was happy to do that.

And aren't sons allowed
to show their appreciation?

Now, come on, at least try it on.

Now, stop it.
I don't know what to do with you.

- I don't know what to say.
- Well, don't say anything

until you see how great
it looks on you.

- All right, just for a second.
- Okay.

Oh, boy.

Sure feels good.

Well, I might as well see
what it looks like.

Oh, Michael.

It is beautiful.

But it's too much.

Who says a guy can't splurge on
his dad once in a while, huh?

I'll say this for you, you're persistent.

You know, it's really great
having you work here.

I mean, even if it's only
passing in the hall,

it's nice to know you're around.

I feel the same way too, Dad.

We didn't really get to do a lot of
father-and-son stuff at home, did we?

At home?

I was never at home.

Not enough to be a real father.

Or a husband, for that matter.

I guess I did screw it up
being a father,

but maybe we could make it
as friends now.

- What do you think?
- I'd like that.

Me too.

Well, what do you think?

Maybe I'll go out on the town.
Sweep a few ladies off their feet.

I think you're dynamite.

Listen, I'd better get back
to the salt mines.

- Hey, well, now, don't go.
- Hey, time's money.

Kids...

Hi.

Find anything at the library?

Yeah, I think I got something.

- You seen Michael?
- Seen him?

Cashmere.

He cleaned up at Sunday's game.

Decided to share his wealth
with the old man.

Go on, feel it.

- Michael gave you this?
- Yeah. Really something, huh?

So, what did you dig up
at the library?

Well, I went through
the old yearbooks and I found out

that Edwards set up the campus
Computer Club back in '83.

I ran a cross search

of the members of the club
against the personnel files

of the four RAlNS companies
and Phoenix.

- Well, did you find a connection?
- Yeah.

Five of the members of the club
work for companies

involved with
the RAlNS components.

David Edwards was with Teldar,

Alex Percy with Webber,
Charles Gordon at Macroflex,

Simon Fletcher, Vectorcomp.

Well, who's the fifth?

No.

No, not Michael.

It can't be. MacGyver,
there's gotta be some mistake.

He wouldn't be involved
in anything like this.

I'm his father.

He just gave me that jacket.

Was Mike ever alone with this jacket?

So who is it, kid? The Soviets?

A little glasnost gift
for your comrades?

Why, Michael? Why?

The price was right.

- This isn't about money, is it?
- Yes.

At first, anyway.

All I had to do was tell them

when the RAlNS components
were being shipped to Phoenix.

So they'd know when the designs
were ready to be ripped off.

And delivered to whom?

To Dave Edwards.

- Until your people killed him.
- Michael, I was there.

If anyone shot him,
it was his contact.

Papillon wouldn't--

- Papillon?
- That's French for "butterfly."

And that's what we found
on Dave Edwards.

- All right, kid. Who's this Papillon?
- I don't know.

I want some answers. Now!

I told you, I don't know.
I've never met him.

- Will you let me handle this?
- Oh, sure, Thornton.

You've done one hell of a job so far.

All right, will everybody
just settle down?

Now, Papillon wants the plans
to the RAlNS satellite linkage.

I say we give it to him.

In person.

You mean use Michael
to draw him out in the open?

- A trap.
- And I'm the bait? No way.

I really don't see
that you have much choice, son.

I can't do it.

Michael, you're the only one
who can do it.

And you will,
because it's the only way

you're gonna avoid
spending the rest of your life in jail.

No. No, damn it. No deals.

If Michael is gonna help us
clean this up,

it's gonna be because
he wants to do the right thing.

And because he has to be
responsible for what he's done.

Michael.

When were you supposed
to deliver the film to your contact?

Tonight. At the health club.

All right.

Put a wire on him.

But he doesn't leave this room
until we leave for the drop.

Michael,

maybe you did it for the money.

Maybe it was
because you wanted to hurt me.

But what I don't understand

is how you lost the ability
to know right from wrong.

Is there a right and a wrong
anymore, Dad?

The world you operated in
wasn't black and white.

You told me you operated
in the grey area all your life.

I-- What I did, I did within the law.
I did it for my country.

Come on, Pete. Let's go.

- You're late.
- I'm here.

Excuse us.

- You got the film?
- I said I would, didn't l?

Great. Papillon needs it by 2:00
or none of us will get paid.

He'll get it.
As soon as we renegotiate my cut.

What are you talking about?
This is a done deal.

That was before I had to do
Dave Edwards' job.

- I'm in charge here.
- Not anymore.

If you were, you'd know this stuff
is worth ten or 20 times

- what Papillon is paying us.
- Papillon is not going to renegotiate.

He will if he wants the schematics
for that satellite linkage.

Oh, man, I never thought you'd be
the one to pull a stunt like this.

Hey, we're the ones
taking all the risks here.

We should be the ones
who clean up.

What if I cut you in?

Give you a share of my take?
Papillon never has to know.

He'd never buy it.

He doesn't have a choice, does he?

It's supply and demand, babe.

We're the ones with the supply, we're
the ones who'll make the demands.

- Simple free enterprise.
- I don't know...

Look, I'll tell him.

Make the offer myself.
That way, there's no heat on you.

When and where?

South wing of the Regis Shopping Mall
tomorrow at noon.

You tell Papillon not to be late.

Every one is a perfect specimen.

Aren't they lovely?

I wouldn't trade my collection
for a Picasso.

Now, when I put you in charge,

I expected you to control your
operatives, not them to control you.

I never thought Michael
would turn on us like this.

He's holding the goods.

Well, if our young friend insists,
we have no choice but to oblige.

Tell him that I agree
to his meeting on his terms.

You can't be serious.

I have clients coming at 2:00

to take delivery on the schematics
on all four components.

Disappointing them
could be hazardous to my health.

So is walking into a trap.

Yes, and that's why you're going
to attend the meeting in my place.

Young Thornton will assume
that he is Papillon.

That way, we minimise the risks

and maximise
the likelihood of success.

And you, my boy,

your loyalty is duly noted.
You're going to be rewarded.

Now, Mr. Harrill will go along
with you.

When you obtain the film,
he'll bring both of you back here.

And I think you
should be moving now.

Hans, a moment, please.

Do you think it is a trap?

When our young friends
give you the film,

I want you to use this on them.

It fires prussic acid.

It's a deadly gas.

One whiff and they'll drop like flies.

Now, by the time
the fuss is all sorted out,

you and Harrill will be on your way
back here with the microfilm.

Just remember...

...get it up very close.

Have you any idea
what that is worth?

Don't touch it.

- Mr. Sanborn, I'm sorry.
- No matter.

But since you seem
a little clumsy today,

I'll load this myself.

This is sodium thiosulphate.
The antidote.

Swallow it after you fire the gas.

After all,

we wouldn't want you dropping dead,
would we?

Okay, hurry up. Hurry, Jennifer.

We're just about set to go.

Maintain your position.

Target should be
arriving in five minutes.

We'll send your boy out in two.

Understood.

And it all started out so simple.

Nobody was supposed to get hurt.

It was cloak-and-dagger, a game.

It's just like Dad used to play.

It was no game, Michael.

No matter how you try to rationalise it,
you sold out your country

and everything
your father believes in.

You hurt him.

How do you hurt a stranger?

Okay.

So Pete's not some kind of
Norman Rockwell super-dad.

And maybe he wasn't there 24 hours
a day, whenever you needed him.

But that doesn't mean
he didn't love you.

Better get out there, kid.

The moment this is in
Papillon's hands, we'll move in.

Scared?

- A little.
- You should be.

You just hand off the film,
let us do the rest.

Got it.

You brought it?

- Where's Papillon?
- Right over there, with the newspaper.

That's Papillon?

Find him.

Got him.

Oh, no. He's got a gun, it's a set-up.

Get out of the way!

- Get down, Michael!
- Hey!

Out of here. Move.

Dad.

Hey, Pete?

Pete, what happened?

Pete, what's the matter?

- He's dead.
- What?

You smell that?

Almonds.

Oh, my God. Prussic acid, poison.

Old KGB trick. Smells like almonds.

Makes an assassination
look like a heart attack.

- Call an ambulance.
- There's no time.

What are you talking about?

Works too fast.
There's nothing we can do.

No, there's gotta be.

Prussic acid is a form of cyanide.
Sodium thiosulphate will neutralise it.

Sure. Where the hell
are you gonna find that

in the next two minutes?

Stay with him.

Medical emergency.
I need some photo fixer.

Get him up.

Come on, Pete. Drink.

Come on, drink.

That tastes terrible.

Welcome back.

Michael. Where's Michael?

They got him, Pete.

Well, things didn't go
exactly as planned,

but we can't argue with the results.

Excellent.

Oh, I trust Mr. Kreese
took his medicine as planned.

- He did.
- Good fellow.

He always did follow orders.

- Papillon, what is this?
- Figure it out, Chas.

If he didn't need the other guy,
he certainly doesn't need us.

- He's got what he wants.
- For your sake, I hope so.

My customer should be here
in less than an hour.

Watch them while I process the film.

Gentlemen, take a seat.

You know, Pete,
you really should be taking it easy.

Yeah, sure.
Well, what about our friend here?

Well, there was no wallet on the body.
No lD at all.

- Looks like cyanide poisoning.
- Yeah?

I thought he took a pill
before I went out.

Another KGB trick.

Probably was told
it was an antidote for prussic acid.

What's that?

"P. Sarpedon M"?

Code?

Well, Sarpedon was a warrior
in ancient Troy.

Other than that, l--

Wait a minute.

Well, come on,
have you got something?

Well, species of butterflies are named
after characters in Greek mythology.

P stands for Papilio, the genus.
Sarpedon is the species,

and M the gender, male.

This is a name tag
to a butterfly collection.

Listen, this Papillon
is obviously into butterflies.

Maybe he's a collector.

- I mean, it all fits.
- So we know he likes butterflies.

So what? Where does that get us?

Well, butterfly collectors
subscribe to journals,

Iepidopterist magazines,
stuff like that.

Right. Have your people
trace the subscribers

to every butterfly magazine
they can find.

And then cross-reference that
with the DXS. Come on.

The film is genuine.
My clients will be very pleased.

Oh, there are some shovels
in the cellar. Go get them.

Got an address?

Good work.

They came up with
1 9 possible names.

One of them practically set off
all the bells and whistles.

Robert Sanborn.

- Sanborn?
- Who's he?

He was a Naval attaché
stationed in Europe.

Up until they suspected him

of selling classified information
to the highest bidder.

He resigned,
but they never proved a thing.

Where do we find him?

He has a country place
about 1 5 minutes out of town.

Federal boys are working
on the paperwork now.

- Paperwork?
- We need search warrants.

We can't make a move
without authorization.

Yes, we can.
We're talking about my son's life.

- I trusted you.
- Trust is such a worthless commodity.

Now, security, that's priceless.

And I've determined
that the best way to ensure mine

is for you two
never to be seen again.

Here they are.

Shall we take a stroll in the woods?

After you.

Keep going, boys.
Down there towards the lake.

We're not too late.

Yet.

Hold it.

Looks like they're expecting company.
That's a chopper pad.

So now what?

I think we stand a better chance
if we can split them up.

Think you can make your way through
the woods without being spotted?

Yeah, sure.
Where are you gonna be?

I'm gonna try
and break up their party.

Draw one of them down there.

Turn to our left there, boys.

Okay, that's far enough.

Now, boys, I have one last
little chore for you. Dig.

Dig.

Right on time.

Red light. Something's wrong.
Better hang back a minute.

Where's he going?
Something's wrong.

Something must have
scared him off.

Take care of these two.

Forget the digging.
They'll never find you out here.

On your knees. Both of you.

Please. Please don't.

Freeze! Drop it. Now! Drop it.

Hey!

Drop it! I said, drop it, now!

It's too hot for me. We're out of here.

I think you just missed your flight.

Pete?

- You about ready to go?
- Ready as I'll ever be, I guess.

Pete, a parent can only take
so much responsibility.

I wish it was that simple.

I think we're all responsible.

And I think some of us,
maybe a lot of us,

have been sending out
the wrong signals.

I guess we'd better go.

Oh, yeah.

So did your lawyer talk
to the prosecutor?

Yeah.

He said my cooperating could help
get me a reduced sentence,

but I'm still gonna have to
serve time.

I'm scared, Dad.

I know.

Me too.

Michael, do you remember
what I said about being friends?

Well, that still goes.

And friends stand by each other
through everything.

I'm your friend.

Come on, let's go, son.