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Here you go, MacGyver.

I brought you some batteries,

some plums and some fresh corn.

On sale.

Black plums! All right.

Yes, the inside as red
as your sweetheart's lips.

I need to fatten you up.

Mama, you are just obsessed
with taking care of the whole world.

I'll tell you a secret.

A person who takes care
of everybody else

don't never end up alone
and pitiful and old.

What you makin' now?

Oh, I'm reconstructing
a bomb for the arson squad.

Who the arson squad
wanna blow up?

Nobody.
It's a firebomb.

I'm trying to make it
from bits and pieces

found in those buildings
Prometheus torched.

I knew it.
The crazy man from the news.

What kind of name
is Prometheus, anyway?

Well, he was a character
from Greek Mythology

who stole fire from the gods.

Don't he know?

You gonna get your face stomped
if you go stealing from the gods.

Well, the theory is he thinks
he's purifying the world.

All right.

Mama, do you have any
of that flash powder on you?

You be careful.

- This is powerful mojo.
- Mmm.

It'll protect a good man,
but if you're a bad man,

it'll make your eyes
roll back in your head

and your flesh
fall from your bones.

All right. All right.

- Mind yourself.
- Okay.

Uh, thank you.

You're welcome.

- Here, Earl, look, I've gotten...
- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Let's just do this
one more time.

He makes a call
to the emergency line

every time he sets
a fire, right?

The apartment building,
the hospital,

pharmacy, and supermarket.

See, nothing connects.

Not for us, but I guarantee you
it connects for him.

We need a
psychological profile, Earl.

Rachel, we need facts, leads.

This man has been
setting fires for a long time.

He's too careful, too damn
smooth to be an amateur.

So what does that tell us?

You know as well as I do.

Pros like to think
of themselves as artists.

They leave their signatures.

And I think I've seen
this man's signature before.

But we're not gonna
know anything

until we nail down what
flammables he's using,

and that's going to happen
with good, hard detective work.

Rather than a lot
of psychobabble.

Look, if we find out what's
driving him, we get into his head.

Oh, Rachel!

You're a dinosaur, Earl.

Am I interrupting?

Yeah, you are.

But don't think
I'm not grateful.

Please tell me
those are fingerprints.

Yeah, I got prints, boss.
But they're all burned off.

Oh, wonderful.

Your friend's back, Earl.

Hey. You got it?

I think I'm close.
Take a look.

Got the battery, and the timer.

Toggle switch?

Yeah, right activates the detonator,
left shuts it down.

Motion detector?

Yeah, touch it, move it,
jar it, anything, it blows.

Great paste-up job, MacGyver.
Does it work?

Well, we'll see.

All right, I'm gonna
set it for five seconds.

Prometheus can set it for
as much time as he needs.

Stand back a little.

Nice show, MacGyver.

A little gratitude, Rachel.
The man is doing us a favor.

It's nothing personal, it's just
that this doesn't prove anything.

No, it doesn't tell us
who Prometheus is,

but I don't happen
to have a crystal ball

or a degree in psychology,

so I have to start
with what I've got.

Fine. Did the Rube Goldberg
contraption tell you

what kind of combustibles
he's using?

Well, actually, it helped.

From the bang
this guy is making,

it almost has to be thermite.

Wrong.

Thermite burns at 5,000 degrees.

The kind of fires
Prometheus sets up

are in the 9,000
to 10,000 degree area.

It's got to be something else.

Well, unfortunately,
with that kind of heat,

all you've got left is
a couple of chunks

and maybe some black dust.

Stringer.

Is the trace on?

I'll pick it up in here.

Prometheus on
the emergency line.

Must I destroy to make you listen?

Since you don't want to
clean up this polluted sinkhole,

I'll have to,

by burning
every filthy part of it.

I am Prometheus, the
destroyer of sin and corruption.

I have been called upon
to perform a mission.

I must purify with fire all
that is unholy and unclean.

Go to the abandoned hotel at
the corner of Oak and Thatcher

and watch the vengeance
of Prometheus.

Damn! Let's go.

MacGyver, come on!

You can see
this sicko in action.

- No smoke.
- Yeah.

Start taking pictures.

Pictures of what?

People watching.

Arsonists like to hang
around and admire their work.

What's going on, Andy?
False alarm?

Chief, there's a bomb up there
on the third floor,

it's ticking down pretty fast.
Four minutes, max.

Call it in, Morgan.
Send the bomb squad.

They're not gonna make it.

We better have a look.

All right, hang on, hang on.

Hey, wait a...

Stringer, you letting
that civilian go in there?

Chief, he's the only man I know
who can disarm that bomb.

And if we don't
let him in there now,

we're gonna have
a 10-alarm to put out.

Show 'em where it is, Andy.

Come on.

All right,
advance the hose line!

All right, you heard him!
Advance the hose line!

I want those lines
fully charged! Now!

Position the truck
and stand by with a monitor!

It's in that room on a shelf.

It's all yours.

This is our first shot
at a real thing.

Let's not let it
get away from us.

Two minutes.

Is that going to give
you enough time?

I'm gonna have to neutralize
the motion detector first.

I want 200 feet of line

on the west side
of the building.

Yes, sir. Right away.

- All right.
- Want me to do anything?

Yeah. Hold it steady.
Put your hand right on top there.

- Easy.
- Okay.

MacGyver,

what if this thing gets
down to about 10 seconds,

and you're still
messing with it?

Run.

- Run.
- Run.

- Run.
- Okay.

You were right.
That smells like thermite.

Yeah, Rachel was right, too.
There's something else in here.

You know what it is?

No, I haven't the slightest idea.

48 seconds.

This looks like
the one you built.

Only this has a digital clock.

I'm a little concerned about
that handle grip, though.

Yeah, what is that?

Uh, insulation, maybe,
I don't know.

Come on.

All right, that takes care
of the motion detector.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh, what?

There's two toggle switches.
The one I made only had one.

- Booby trap?
- Maybe.

Ten seconds.
Come on, let's get out of here.

- Come on, come on.
- Get out of here, Earl.

Come on, damn it,
I'm not going anywhere.

Yeah.

That's not a nice thing to do to
a man with a stomach like mine.

How did you know?

I didn't.
It was the only shot we had.

Go!

Earl!

I'd hate to be the one
to tell Stringer's wife.

- You know Betty?
- Yeah.

All right.

You know,
life's a bunch of tradeoffs.

Betty loses a good guy.

And Rachel gets
what she always wanted.

What are you talking about?

She's next in line
for Earl's job.

She's our new boss.

Rosewell,

some kids, they found this in a
phone booth about 10 blocks away.

It's the recorded message
from Prometheus about this fire.

Well, that means he
could have been anywhere

- when the call came through, huh?
- Yeah.

He calls, he talks,
he wants attention.

He feels powerful
when he starts a fire.

He's got to be here somewhere.

He's the type
that can't resist it.

You know, I'm also
thinking this whole vendetta

could have something
to do with the fact

that Prometheus
was burned himself.

Maybe that's what's driving him.
We should check it out.

Oh, great. Months of
psychological study.

Wacko profiles.

Rosewell! I know
how you feel about me.

And I know how you felt
about Earl.

But I'm in charge now.
We're gonna try it my way.

She's real broke up
about Earl, huh?

I think the best thing we can
do for Earl is to catch this guy.

So, anything in those
pictures you guys took?

Nah, nothing.

I've got one Earl
took on the inside.

See that handgrip?
The insulation on both ends?

Yeah, what does that mean?

Well, I'm not sure, but
it could be an antenna.

Prometheus seems to be
into remotes now.

Rosewell, they found a
piece of the bomb. Let's go.

Thank you for everything you
have tried to do, Mr. MacGyver,

but as of now,
you're off the case.

No, wait a minute.

Earl was a friend of mine.

I don't think I can
just walk away from...

I know how you feel.

But the fact remains
that you are a civilian.

This is our job. If one of us
gets killed, it's in the line of duty.

I do not want to be
responsible for your life.

Or your mistakes.

Ease up, Rachel.

The guy went in there
to help us defuse the bomb!

And Earl's dead!

You should have waited
for the bomb squad.

And you would have,
if I'd been in charge.

- Lady...
- MacGyver, just

give her a chance
to chill out, all right?

Rosewell, I've got to find out
what else he used with the thermite.

If something comes up,
I'll--I'll let you know, all right?

He never called in to claim
a fire before he set it, right?

- Always afterward?
- Yeah, afterwards, always.

Except for this one.

Why is this one different?

I don't know, m-maybe
he had trouble setting it off.

No, no, it would have gone off
even if we hadn't defused it.

See, that was another one
of his wrinkles.

The handle.

The handle was an antenna.

So you're saying that he set
this thing off with a radio signal?

Yeah. But he had to have
a clear sightline

to know we were even up there
trying to disarm it.

So he was out there watching
the fire from the street.

Yeah.

But not down here. He couldn't
have seen us up there from the street.

Rosewell!

I'm comin'!

I got to go.

All right. Thanks, Joe.

Yeah, what is it?

Uh, I need to look at one of
your third floor apartments.

It has to do with the fire.

Okay, I'll buzz you in
and meet you up there.

Look at this place.

I can't believe how much
it's gone to pot.

You know, junkies and bums, they
come up here and crash for the night.

I clean it up, they trash it.

So I can't show it, you see.
It's a mess.

Did you see the fire?

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, you couldn't miss it.

Do you happen to know if
anyone was in here at the time?

Could have been.
You know, in and out.

You can't keep 'em out.

Homeless, alcoholics,
your run of the mill bums.

We get 'em all.

They break in, looking
for a place to sleep.

Smash a window, come up the
fire escape. Whatever it takes.

Thanks again for coming
to the funeral, MacGyver.

You've always been such a
good friend to Earl, and to me.

And I really needed
a friend today.

Betty,

do you remember anything

that Earl did that was
out of the ordinary?

Earl never brought
his work home.

All I ever heard were
just bits and pieces.

I'll take bits and pieces.

Well, there was this one fire

that seemed to bother him
more than the others.

Which one?

It was a cafe.

It was when Earl was
still fighting fires.

Before he was promoted to
inspector of the arson squad.

Uh, that was two years ago?

But it seemed to be
on his mind lately.

I heard him on the phone
the other day,

and he was asking about
information on the fire insurance

at the cafe.

When he hung up, I asked
him what he was up to

and he just shook his head,
and he said,

"The common denominator
had to be that woman."

Um...

Earl's assistant, Rachel Bradley,
did they get along?

In the beginning,
they were friends.

What happened?

He got the promotions
and Rachel didn't.

She resented that.

Then, when he got his command,

they had a disagreement
about a procedure on a fire.

Rachel's hands got burned,

and she was never the same.

Thanks, Betty.

- Hey, Joe.
- Hey.

They gave her Stringer's badge.

She's got everything
she ever wanted now.

Apparently, you don't understand
a simple, declarative sentence like,

"You're off
the investigation."

Goodbye and good luck.

The building manager,
he wanted to see me?

I'm out of here.

Yes.

He said you wormed your way
into one of his apartments

on the pretext of being
on fire department business.

He assumed that.

Look, did it occur to you that
maybe Prometheus set off that bomb

from the fire escape
across the parking lot?

Believe it or not, yes.

What were you doing
at the Stringer house?

What were you?

I was trying to find out
if Earl told his wife

anything about the fires
that might be useful.

Did he?

You first.

What did the manager say?

Okay.

He remembered a guy hanging
around at the time of the fire.

It seems that this man

used to live with the woman
who rented that apartment.

A Victoria Arnold.

- What about the man?
- He doesn't remember his name.

Your turn.

Well, according to Betty,

Earl thought the common
denominator was a woman.

- What woman?
- He didn't say.

But I got the impression that
she had something to do with a fire

that happened a
couple of years ago.

- The cafe fire.
- You remember it?

I'm not likely to forget it.

That's how I got these.

Attractive, isn't it?

Earl tried an unorthodox
rescue attempt and I paid for it.

I'm sorry.

I don't want your pity.

I just want you out of my way.

The woman and the cafe,

are you going to check them out?

If I think it's worth it.
Now, are you going?

Not far.

Victoria's Cafe.

Busy?

Hey, Joe.
Come on in.

Listen, I think I got
what you're looking for.

I just came back from the lab,

and the substance that's used
in the bomb, besides thermite,

is a thing called...
Let me see, uh...

- Koldextin, with a "K."
- Kol...

"A highly volatile
compound sometimes used

to enhance the effects of dynamite,

plastique, thermite
and other explosives."

- Anything else?
- Yeah.

"In controlled amounts,

it's used in the
processing of pesticides,

petroleum products,
color photography,

especially the color photography
used in newspaper publishing."

You get anything out of that?

Well, maybe.
I'll keep you posted.

Listen, Joe, uh, I want to
thank you for what you're doing.

No problem. Nothing
Earl wouldn't have done.

See you.

Hi.

I understand you were
looking for me.

Uh, yeah.

Did you happen to remember
the name of that guy

that was living
with Victoria Arnold?

The lady paid the rent.

I don't get involved
with who they live with.

Well, do you remember
anything about him?

What he did for a living,
any hobbies?

Where he worked, maybe?

Oh, didn't the lady over
at the firehouse tell you?

- What?
- About Victoria's boyfriend.

Uh-uh.

What's the matter, don't
you guys talk to each other?

I heard him talking
about his job.

Uh, he worked at the newspaper.

Which one?

Oh, well, that's gonna be a problem.
See, it was The Globe Chronicle,

and they're out of business.

Great.

- All right, thanks.
- Yeah, no problem.

Hey, listen, if I think of anything else,
I'll give you a call, okay?

They closed this
newspaper so quickly

that everything was left intact.

The only thing missing
around here is people.

It's over here.

Yeah.

That's it.

Okay.

What are you looking for?

Uh...

Former employee who
lives at 1117 Thatcher Street.

Yeah, here we go.
1117 Thatcher.

Ralph Boardman,
a color plate engineer.

Any idea where I can get
some more information on him?

We can try the color lab, that's where
his personnel file and desk would be.

Come on, I'll show you.

It's right through here.

The personnel files
are in this back office.

There you go.

Look, I got to get back, uh...

Don't want to lose my job
for deserting the post.

Well, good luck.

Yeah, thanks.

Boardman...

"Spec five demolitions."

That makes sense.

MacGyver.

In here, MacGyver.

I'm the one you're
looking for, MacGyver.

You thought you could disarm
the bomb in the flophouse.

You got your friend killed.

You can't catch me, MacGyver.

I'll always be
one step ahead of you.

I am Prometheus.

I am the fire that purifies
evil and corruption.

I am vengeance.

I am your death.

Hey!

Take my advice, MacGyver.

Make peace with your God.

Don't waste precious moments
trying to disarm the bomb.

Remember the motion detector.

The slightest movement,
and you're gone.

And beyond that, MacGyver,
there are other surprises.

You have three minutes
to make peace with your maker.

Goodbye, MacGyver.

A magnet.

Oh, man.

- What happened?
- Another Prometheus bomb!

Call it in!

Go, go, go!

All right, give me
a little pressure, Phil!

All right.

MacGyver, is it true?
Prometheus again?

Yeah, it's true.
Where's Rachel?

She's back at the station,
doing a psychological report.

Rachel!
I know who Prometh...

Don't move.

It has a motion detector.

All right,
it hasn't been activated,

but we've got to hurry here.

MacGyver,

you continue to be
a thorn in my side.

He's crazy, MacGyver.

It seems I no longer
have a use for this.

Cuff yourself to the chair.

He--He said you were dead.

Close.

The clues I gave Miss Bradley

were supposed to lead her
to the newspaper building.

But since you decided
to stick your nose in,

I realized you had to be
eliminated along with the others.

What others?
Why are you doing this?

You.

Earl Stringer.

Firemen, doctors, paramedics.

You're all responsible
for Victoria's death.

V-Victoria Arnold?

She was the victim
in the cafe fire.

I loved her.

She was all I had.

And you

and those other cowards were afraid
to go in and save her from the fire.

- We tried.
- No.

You let her die.

You, Stringer and the others.

You let her... burn.

So bad that no one
could save her.

Hey, she didn't start the fire.
You did.

What?

Boardman and Victoria
started the fire for the insurance.

Earl almost had it figured out.

I'm not Boardman.

He died with Victoria.

I am Prometheus.

I am the destroyer of evil.

I am the purifier.

Oh, God, MacGyver,
get if off me.

Take it easy, don't move.
Hold still.

What are you doing?

We're gonna take it
one step at a time.

All right, that takes care
of the motion detector.

You can breathe
a little easier now.

A little easier?
It's still going.

Like I said, we'll take it
one step at a time.

What's the matter?

Well, moving the switch to
the left always stopped it before.

Do you think
he--he changed to the right?

I think that's what
he thinks I would think.

Well, you have 32 seconds
to mess around.

Take your time.

We'll go to the left again.

A magnet connection.

Yeah, it automatically closes
when the power's shut down.

- Completing a secondary circuit.
- Right.

You need another magnet
to reverse the polarity.

- Where's your phone?
- Boardman, he ripped it out.

Here, use my walkie-talkie.

Come on.

Tell me one more thing,
MacGyver.

What?

That there isn't going
to be another step.

Well, actually, there is.

Boardman!

Hey, Boardman!

Looks like your firebomb
turned out to be a big dud.

MacGyver!

I guess that was
step number four, huh?

Okay, MacGyver, how did
you make the connection

between the Prometheus
fires and the cafe fire?

Well, I got to thinking
about that skid row fire.

The device was remote control,

so obviously it was
a trap for Earl,

a personal vendetta
of some kind.

But when did you figure out
it was Boardman?

Well, remember
what Earl said about

arsonists sticking around
to see the fires they set?

Yeah.

But this is a picture of me
and Earl at the cafe fire.

No, in the background,
right there.

- Boardman.
- Yeah.

He just couldn't accept being
responsible for Victoria's death.

So he lashed out at anyone who
could have saved her, but didn't.

All because he loved her.

You know, we really
did try to save her.

I know that.

And I want you to know,

I would turn in this badge
if it would bring back Earl.

I know that, too.

No, no, you'll damage
the chopper.

ID the perp.

It had to be that temp
working security.

- The old rumpled guy?
- Right.

B.N. for Mr. Harding.

B.N.?

Bad news.

Call the tower.
We'll track him on radar.

Wilco.

B.N. for Mr. Harding?
God, what a turkey.

I asked you to send lox,
not locks.

Lox, the kind you put on
bagels with cream cheese.

No, no, no, no,
it's not for my store.

It's for my son's bar mitzvah.

You figure it out
and call me back.

- Philip?
- MacGyver!

My friend.

- My friend, you look good.
- You, too.

Hey, Jeffrey, your
gentile godfather is here.

- Dudesky!
- Jeffrey!

You've grown.

He's a man now.

Not yet, Pops, the cool
bar mitzvah's not till tomorrow.

Uh, traditionalists.
Real sticklers for detail.

Yeah, uh,
speaking of the bar mitzvah,

what am I supposed to do there?

You sit. You listen.

Maybe say, mazel tov when
it's over. Not to worry.

Yeah. I'm the one who had
to learn all the Hebrew.

So, MacGyver,
did you hear the latest?

My father said he's coming
to the bar mitzvah.

- Come on, Pop. He'll be there.
- Yeah, like he was for me.

Tell him, MacGyver, tell him what
it was like when I was growing up.

Philip, we didn't meet
until we were 18.

And I was already in therapy,

because my father was never there
for me when I was a kid. Tell him.

Yes, you were seeing a psychologist.
I remember that.

A-And Abe was a liar to boot.

He was?

You don't remember
his excuses for missing

all the important events
in my college career?

How he was charged
by a rhinoceros in Bangkok,

how he was caught
in a monsoon in the Sahara?

Some life for a tuba
salesman, let me... T-Tell him.

Philip, he--he made
the graduation.

He was probably suffering
from jet lag and got confused

or he never would have shown
just like he won't show for...

Tell him, so he doesn't get
disappointed.

- Tell him, MacGyver.
- He'll be there.

- He's already on the bus.
- And how do you know, son?

Because I called
the bus company.

Mr. Smarty Pants.

This wouldn't be the first time
Abe came to town without visiting.

Am I right? Speaking of lox.

MacGyver, just--just in case,
could you pick up Abe?

Um, he gets into
the station at 2:30.

Yep, you bet.

And make sure he gets
to the bar mitzvah, please?

Jeffrey,
he'll be there, I promise.

Thanks!

Yeah, you're welcome.

- Abe! Abe!
- Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, let me get a look at you.
Oh, you look good, son.

- I mean, hey...
- Been a long time, huh?

Oh, too long, way too long.
How long's it been, anyway?

Uh, college graduation.

Hey, don't tease me like that.

- I saw you on New Year's.
- No, I don't think so.

Okay, maybe it was a few years back,
it was definitely New Year's.

- Abe, I think you got me...
- So how's Jeffrey doing?

And how's that lovely
wife of yours, Cheryl, or...

- Carol.
- Carol.

That's--That's Philip's wife.
Your son.

Who are you?

I'm Philip's friend, MacGyver.

It has been a long time.

Yeah.

I'm here for my grandson's
bar mitzvah.

Jeffrey, you know him?

Yeah, I'm his godfather,
I'm here for the same reason.

Hey, what a lucky break for me!

How about a lift
to the post office

so I can pick up Jeffrey's
bar mitzvah present?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, you know, Philip had a
friend in college named MacGyver.

Ever heard of him?
Nice little fellow.

Tall, good looking,
never took a haircut.

But what a sweetheart he was,
we liked him,

good with his hands, you know?

He could build anything
that you say...

You set out to tell him something,
this kid could do it.

I liked him very, very much.

Back in a jiffy.

Uh, say, MacGyver,
do an old man a favor.

What's that?

I got this bum knee
that's acting up,

I wonder if you could
pick up the package for me?

Yeah, sure.

It's under
the name of Allen Dulles.

Dulles, like, um,
the old CIA director?

Say, you really
know your history.

Yeah, well, I used to be
in the business.

No. Wait a minute,
you're MacGyver,

Western Tech, the DXS,

the Phoenix Foundation.
How are you?

I feel like this is the third time
we've met in the last 20 minutes.

Hey, it's really great
to see you, MacGyver.

You, too, Abe.

So, uh, why the name,
uh, Dulles?

Well, it's kind of complicated.

I guess
I'm a history nut myself.

Oh.

Well, back in a minute.

No problema.

LaManna, our bag is mobile.

Our bag is mobile. Over.

Our bag is mobile.
Read me?

Yeah.

Say again.
Our bag is mobile. Read me?

I read you, Major Sneed.

Turkey.

LaManna, the bag's
coming out the door.

Repeat, coming out the door.

Make like a statue, chump.

What?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

What do you want?

The flight bag.

Flight bag?

What, you got wax in your ears?
The flight bag, give it to me.

Hop in!

Are they following us?

I don't see anybody.
Slow down, Abe.

Oh, no, can't do that.

They're gonna be
on our tail or something.

We got to keep the pedal
to the metal, so to speak.

Do you mind
telling me what's going on?

Those guys were shooting at us.

I know that!

They're after some flight bag.

Is that what's in here,
a flight bag?

Flight bag? No, no!

It's, uh, sheet music, yeah,

that's it, tools of the trade.

That's--That's it.

I thought it was Jeffrey's
bar mitzvah present.

Present, ha!
No, oh, yeah, that's...

Actually, I--I just got...
I--I got confused.

It's sheet music.

It's definitely, uh,
sheet music.

Who were those guys, Abe?

Well, they're competitors,
you know.

They're--They're
fellow tuba salesmen.

Tuba salesmen?

Abe! Stop the car!

- Hey, give me the keys back.
- No! I'm driving.

- You think you can drive better?
- Safer, definitely!

What if those tuba
salesmen pick up our trail?

Yeah. Who are they, Abe?

- What are they after?
- They're--They're...

Gee, MacGyver,
I really don't--don't know.

- Get in the car.
- Where are we going?

- The sheriff's station.
- No, big mistake, big mistake.

- Why?
- Well, it's kind of complicated.

Not good enough, Abe.

Okay, okay, I'm--I'm...
I'm not a tuba salesman.

No.

I work for the CIA.

Get in the car.

- Didn't you hear what I just said?
- I heard. Get in.

You don't believe me, huh?

Next you're gonna tell me it's a
matter of national security, right?

Actually, it's more like a
matter of international security.

As a patriot, you owe it to
your country to hear me out.

- All right, Abe.
- Huh?

- Once and for all, the truth.
- You'll get the truth, yeah.

Who were those guys?

They're security men
for Harding Aeronautics.

Good start.
Why are they after you?

- I guess they want their chopper back.
- What chopper?

The one I stole
from Harding Aeronautics.

Get in the car, Abe.

MacGyver, you've been in
the intelligence game yourself!

You know how it is
when you work in the field.

You go in with a game plan,

but then things go wrong,
and it gets kind of...

- Complicated.
- Complicated!

Isn't it funny how you...

The point is,

I needed to acquire the
chopper to complete my mission.

What is so important
about this chopper?

It's stealth, as in quiet.

The latest piece
of military hardware.

- All right, Abe.
- Yeah?

Maybe you do work for the CIA.

Yeah, sure, I do.

Maybe this is part
of some covert operation.

But if it is, you've got to contact
your people and tell them to call it off.

I'd like to, but, well,
it-it's kind of complicated.

Go figure.

Yeah, well, see,
the thing is... See I...

I'm what they call persona
non grata with the company.

Officially, that is. Oh, they're still...
They're behind me 100%.

It's just that
what I'm doing is, uh,

kind of, uh, illegal, see.

How illegal?

Oh, you see, well, I... You know,
a lot of people don't know this,

but we're not supposed
to operate in this country.

- Abe!
- Yeah?

- Illegal or not...
- Yeah.

...people are shooting
guns at each other.

Yeah, yeah.

It's obviously out of hand.
You've got to call it quits.

Not only that, you promised
Jeffrey you'd be at the bar mitzvah.

And I promised
I'd have you there.

You're right.

When you're right, you're right.

Let the CIA finish the
operation without me.

Good answer. Get in.

- I'm still driving.
- Yeah, you're driving.

You're on empty.

- So we'll get gas.
- We'll get gas.

Yes, Mr. Harding,
that's affirmative.

I couldn't agree more, sir.

You're exactly right.

Let me do the talking.

Officer, can you tell me
where the sheriff might be?

Well, he's in, uh,
court right now.

I'm Duke Luke.
I'm the deputy.

Then you're in charge.

Oh, well, I guess I am.

You're the one
I need to talk to.

Elliot, FBI.

FBI? All right!

We're looking for two men
reported to be in this area.

I must impress onto you, this is
a matter of vital national security.

Oh, national security.
All right.

Can you organize a dragnet?

Hey, I'm your guy.

Elliot, LaManna,
privileged interface.

- What'd he say?
- Government talk.

Excuse us, please.

Privileged interface.
All right.

Hey, Elliot,
I got to hand it to you.

Posing as an FBI agent,
great scamarino. Va bene.

Thanks, LaManna.

I just spoke
to Mr. Harding.

What'd he say?

Terminate the old man
and MacGyver.

Terminate?

Terminate,
with extreme prejudice.

No, I can't do it,
I just can't do it.

- Give me the keys.
- No, no.

No, no.
No, this isn't right.

Hey, give me those keys!

MacGyver, trust me.

I've got to get to Sutter's Mine.
It's crucial.

So what? That's where you
hid the helicopter?

Boy, you're good.
You're good.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Why do you need
this chopper, anyway?

It's the only thing that'll help me
complete my mission, that...

- What mission?
- Keep--Keep your voice down.

What mission?

- Bringing Peugot to justice.
- Peugot?

Marcel Peugot, president of
San Rochelle in the Caribbean.

The grand terrorist himself.

The most maniacal, evil,
despicable, the scourge...

All right, all right.

Abe, Abe, Abe!
I get the point.

The--The--The thing is, there's
a federal warrant for his arrest,

but since we have no extradition
treaty with San Rochelle,

officially we can't
touch him, you see...

All right, Abe, Abe...

- So we can't even...
- Abe!

I can understand trying
to arrest Peugot.

But going outside the law
and risking innocent lives

is not the way to do it.

- Well, you may be right.
- So call it off.

I would,
but it's kind of complicated.

Complicated.

We're in too deep.
My own people would disavow

their association with me,
and you.

We're sitting ducks.

And I got no official
safe house to go to.

The only way out
is to finish the mission.

- No, no.
- Yeah, yeah.

I can provide a safe house.

What do you got in mind?

The Phoenix Foundation.

We fly the chopper there,
we're safe.

- Say, that's not bad.
- Yeah.

And if we're lucky, we might
be able to make the bar mitzvah,

- what do you say?
- Hey, hey, hey.

Okay, Plan B.

Yeah, Phoenix Foundation.

No problema from here on out.

No problema.

Big problema.

Big, big problema.

Maybe I left this key
out in the sun too long.

Yeah, well, that'd do it.

You know, we've got an
amazing piece of technology here.

You don't know the half of it.

These speakers
put out sound waves

that neutralize
the pitch of the rotor,

the effect is something
we call black sound.

Noise. Black noise.

Noise, sound, whatever.
It's quiet.

Especially when it's not running,
then it's real quiet.

You've never read
this manual, have you?

MacGyver, I can fly the crates
these things are shipped in,

I don't read manuals.

You don't need a key.

Take a look.

Yeah. See this sensor here?

It says it talks
to the onboard computer

which controls all the
functions of the craft.

Yeah, but who talks
to the sensor?

Uh, a laser.

We don't have a laser.

Right.

Maybe a flashlight in close
range would do the trick.

MacGyver, please,
computers make me nervous.

What are you doing?

No, no, come on.
It's simple.

Simple.

It's like, uh, Morse code.

Let's see if...

To access,

flash dit, dit, dah,

dit, dah.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey,
let me, let me see that.

Whew. Well, hey, hey.
This... Hey, this is great!

"To pilot,
just flash dit-dit." Dit-dit.

Surveillance is dit-dah.

Oh. And here's arms.
"To get in, dah-dah,

then just choose your weapons.

Dit-dit for guns,
dah-dah for rockets,

dit-dah for knockout gas."

This is easier than setting a VCR.

A child could do it.

Great.

Like I said, no problema.

Phoenix Foundation,
here we come.

Well, let's not forget
to put on our helmets.

Oh, there's another one
in back of the seat.

Sorry, MacGyver.

Good morning.

It is?

- What happened?
- Knockout gas.

The same kind the chopper uses.

That's how I'm going
to get Peugot.

Gas?

Abe! Abe!

MacGyver, what can I say?
Welcome to San Rochelle.

- We had an agreement.
- We did, MacGyver, we did.

But, well, you see,
it got kind of complicated.

Simplify it!

You know all those
subversive publications

that say the CIA financed
Peugot and put him in power?

Yeah.

It's true. I spearheaded
the whole operation.

Great. Iran-Contra.
Noriega. Now this.

Tell me something, is there
anybody you guys didn't finance?

The Democrats.
Look, we feel terrible.

I feel terrible. I feel responsible.
I want to make things right.

Abe, answer me this.

How is gassing and kidnapping me
in a stolen helicopter

gonna make things right?

Well, it's kind of complicated.

- Abe!
- I'll--I'll simplify it.

Harding Aeronautics
had this stealth chopper.

Perfect bait for Peugot.

I planned to borrow it,
but found something amiss.

What?

- There were two of them.
- Two what?

Choppers.

Not only did Harding
build the prototype

contracted to the
Defense Department,

he built a copy to sell under
the table to arms dealers.

I think it was
Major Sneed's idea.

Okay. All right.
Harding and Sneed are crooks.

How does their crime
justify yours?

- Well, isn't it obvious?
- No.

Harding's no patriot.

- So what's your point?
- Don't you see?

He'd sooner kill me
than loan me a helicopter.

That's it?

That's the complicated
explanation?

Well, what else could I do?

Report Harding
to the authorities.

But then Peugot wouldn't
be brought to justice.

Well, get a helicopter
from someplace else.

This is the only one
of its kind,

or at least, it's the only
one of two of its kind.

I told you it was complicated!

Here we are, MacGyver,
the garden spot of the Caribbean.

Trust me, MacGyver, it's
smooth sailing from here on out.

All we do now is call Peugot,

take him up for a little ride,

give him a little gas,
and no problema.

Welcome to San Rochelle.

Fritz, you old sack
of thumbtacks, how are you?

You will come with me,
gentlemen.

Abe, mon ami, it is very
good to see you again.

Oh, my pleasure, mon president.

You are not curious
how I know it was you

approaching my humble abode?

Well, yeah, how-how'd you know?

It is said I am a practitioner
of the black arts.

Who are you?

MacGyver.

Wait. Do not utter a word.

Your name is MacGeever.

That's incredible.

You are two days early, mon ami,
and you have brought company.

Pourquoi?

Is everything kosher
with you and the CIA?

I have heard rumors.

Is there something
I should know?

No, no.
I was just so excited

about that piece of equipment
I alluded to in my letter,

I came early.

Aren't you curious what it is?

Don't tell me.

It is a tank, no?

No, but that's a very good guess.
Isn't it, MacGyver?

Close.

Some people got it, some don't.

Wait.

They don't call this baby "stealth"
for nothing, mon president,

but there's much, much more.

She's got your 3,400 mile range,

your 500 miles per hour
top speed,

your concealed
multiple weapons port.

She can be
a remote-controlled drone,

or she can
operate on manual mode.

Great for crowd control,
they'll never hear you coming. Why?

Because you're stealth.
And, hey, what about this?

Tune these speakers
to the right frequency

and you could start
an avalanche, that's right.

Rain down tons of dirt
and debris on your enemies.

An avalanche?

No.

Y-Yes! Right, MacGyver?

Yeah, yeah.

And of course, there's that
old standby, the sneak attack.

You'll be the terror
of the hemisphere.

I am sold. I am sold!

Say no more. How much?

Wait a while, wait a while.

You want me to quote a price
without a test drive?

Mais oui. How much?

He said oui.

You can't quote a price.

Why not? I mean, no, I can't.

Not until the president
sees how this baby handles.

Right! You got to see
how this baby handles.

Come on, climb aboard.

Will you let me drive?

Let's get her off the ground,
then we'll see.

What do you say?

I say...

Oui. Mais oui.

- That was a yes.
- Yeah.

Good choice, mon president.

Here we go.

It is so quiet in here.

I could take a nap.

That's the idea, mon president.

Oh, I'm sure your men
have it under control.

Let's just take off.

No! Shut it off!

Who are you?

Major Sneed.

Major Sneeze?

Sneed.

Elliot.

LaManna.

Harding Aeronautics,
security detail.

- Harding who?
- We built this chopper.

And these washouts stole it.

But Abe works for the CIA, no?

No, Mr. President,

this Abe Sherman was booted
out of the CIA six months ago.

He's just a lowly security
guard who got greedy.

If you buy hot goods
from this man,

you'll be the laughingstock
of the international community.

Laughingstock?

Like "ha-ha" laughingstock?

That kind of laughingstock.

You'll be mocked in every capital,
scorned in every port.

Non! Pas possible!

Total humiliation.

Abe Sherman,

get out of there right now!

You, too, MacGeever.

Now...

Now, we go back a long way,

if I could have
one word in private.

No! J'accuse!

I would have been
scorned in every mock.

For this, mon ami, you must pay.

By the power vested in me by,

moi,

I sentence both of you
to hang by your neck until...

Until long after you are dead,

until vultures
peck your eyeballs out.

Gee, MacGyver,
I really feel bad.

If I'd just done what you said,

we'd be at the Phoenix
Foundation right now,

getting ready to go
to Jeffrey's bar mitzvah.

Don't remind me.

Got any ideas
how to get out of here?

Oh, let's face it,
I was a failure as a father,

I'm no better as a grandfather.

- Maybe.
- What do you mean, "maybe"?

I did the best I could.

A lifetime
of fighting communism.

If not for people like me,
we'd all be named Vladimir.

What are you talking about?

You said "maybe".

Maybe I've got an idea
on how to get us out of here.

Oh, good.

Say again.

Abe Sherman's what?

MacGyver works for who?

What are you doing?

Well, this is an old monastery.

I get a feeling this is where
the monks aged their brandy.

What's that?

Almost pure alcohol now.

MacGyver, this is no time
to be hitting the sauce.

I'm not hitting the sauce,
Abe, I'm thinking. Hold that.

Oh, oh, good, good.

Hmm?

Hey, let's go already, huh?

Andiamo.

- Where's the yutz major?
- Change of plan.

We've got to rescue
Abe and MacGyver.

That's not funny, Elliot.

What's that?

It's a fuse.

Oh, good.

Here's the thing.

You know that FBI act I pulled
on the deputy back in Fillmore?

Now that was funny.
Molto bene.

I hate to blow my cover,
but that was no act.

I am FBI.

We've been investigating
Harding Aeronautics.

We're going to bust
Mr. Harding and Major Sneed

for bilking the government
out of this chopper.

Whoa!

If you help,
I can offer immunity.

No need. I'm undercover, too.

Office of Budget and Management.

We've been conducting a
secret audit of Harding's operation.

Boy, you talk about
the left hand not knowing

what the right hand's doing.

We don't even know
what our own feet are doing.

Government humor.

But isn't it kind of dangerous
to rescue Abe and MacGyver?

They're common criminals.

No?

They're undercover, too?

I just got off the horn
with Washington.

Abe's still CIA.

Deep cover. And MacGyver.

MacGyver's with
the Phoenix Foundation.

Oh, whoa!

I'm telling you, LaManna,
this is a turn of events

that will put Washington
on its ear. Believe me.

Okay, paesano, what's the plan?

I want you to
create a diversion here

while I get in position
to grab Peugot and Sneed,

and after I force 'em to
release Abe and MacGyver,

I'll signal you to set it off.

Oh, this is good, yeah.

Then we'll all waltz to the
chopper and fly out of here.

Abe! Come on.

This ought to do it.

Oh, this is going on
my expense account.

Wait. Don't tell me.

The king of diamonds.

That's amazing, Mr. President,
that's incredible.

- How--How do you do that?
- Pick another.

- Uh, take two.
- Two?

This is a gift,
Mr. President.

This is really extraordinary
that any human could do this.

Freeze! FBI!

Drop it.

Let's go.

See?

No problema.

You are wrong, mein Herr.

I'm afraid you have
a very big problema.

Very good.
Prepare for the hanging.

The minute I found out
who you guys were,

we immediately went
to a diversion plan.

Yeah. Only it backfired.

- Nice job, fellas.
- Thanks.

Silence, mes amis.

Uh, Mr. President,

how about a last request?

No.

I thought so.

And what is that
supposed to mean?

Oh, all you fly-by-night
dictators are the same.

I am not
a fly-by-night dictator,

you peon.

Now, tell me you are sorry.

I just wanted to shave.

- You what?
- You what?

If I'm gonna meet my maker,
I want to be presentable.

You have a certain
je ne sais quoi.

Uh, what if I grant
this request?

Will you apologize?

Yes. Yeah.

Bon. Sergeant. Razor.

What are you up to?

Just get ready
to hold your breath.

Huh?

I don't like this, Mr. President.

MacGyver's an environmentalist.

You can't trust those people.

You dare to
question my judgment?

And maybe you would
care to join them, monsieur?

No thanks, not today.

You did not think
I would be so stupid

as to give you a blade, did you?

No, no, that'll be fine,
just fine.

Yeah. Thank you.

Could I, uh, borrow your mirror?

Merci.

Hurry up.
You are worse than a woman.

Sorry.

That is it!

I do not want
an apology anymore.

I want a hanging.

All right, all right,
just, uh, one last thing here.

What?

This.

The helicopter!
It has caught fire!

Sergeant. Do something!

What do you think?

I think they're asleep.

So, MacGyver,

you know what to do
at a bar mitzvah?

Sit. Listen.

Maybe say mazel tov
when it's over.

Face it, Jeffrey,
Abe's not coming.

What about MacGyver?
He's always dependable.

That's true.
But he's with Abe now.

It's--It's a whole new
ball game, son.

Okay. Let-Let's go in.

Cantor, Rabbi,
everyone, let's go in.

We'll start the bar mitzvah now.
Honey? Come.

They made it! They're here!

You were going to start
without the grandfather?

And godfather?
What's that all about?

I knew you'd make it.

Thank you, MacGyver.

What am I, chopped liver?

Thanks for being here, Pop.

Did you have any doubts?
Don't answer that.

Mazel tov.
Mazel tov, son.

So, Gramps, w-what kept you?

Well, we ran into some

colleagues of mine,
uh, tuba salesmen.

Tuba salesmen?

Come on, Pop, tell the truth
for once in your life.

Okay, okay,
they weren't tuba salesmen.

S-S-So, what happened?

Uh... MacGyver?

What?

Huh?

Oh, uh, well, it's...

It's kind of complicated.

Going all to pieces, MacGyver.

Oh, man.

Hello?

Pleasant dreams, MacGyver.

He has recurring nightmares,
attention lapses.

He--He also seems to be suffering
from delusions and paranoia.

"Symptoms of job-related stress."

There.
You see my concern?

Come in.

Hey, Pete.
How you doing?

Oh, adjusting.

Thanks to modern technology,
I'm still getting stuck

with my share of the paperwork.

Oh, I think you know
Cindy Finnegan, don't you?

She's my new manager
of field operations.

Yeah, sure. Hi.

This is Dr. Darnell's psychological
fitness assessment on you, MacGyver.

He's worried about you.
So am I.

Well, it's nothing a good night's
sleep wouldn't take care of.

If I could get one.

You know, according
to your service file,

your behavior
has become most alarming,

ever since the death
of this, uh...

Murdoc?

Exactly.

Miss Finnegan, the chairman
only appointed you

to this position
a few weeks ago.

So you don't know
MacGyver very well.

And you didn't know Murdoc.
Because if you did,

you would understand
MacGyver's concern.

Well, that may be,
but Murdoc is dead.

His body was found in the river
at the bottom of a mineshaft.

There certainly wasn't much
left to identify, was there?

Well, the FBI and Interpol
were convinced.

Now why can't you accept it?

Because every time
I think Murdoc is dead,

he comes back.

- Oh, you're obsessed.
- You don't know Murdoc!

Hold it.
Time out, all right?

MacGyver,

Dr. Darnell is concerned
that you are headed

for a first-class case
of job burnout.

Pete, I'm okay.

Yeah, well, okay
isn't good enough.

Look, in just one hour,

Pablo Delasora arrives
at the courthouse.

The Phoenix Foundation
cannot afford to have our operative

in charge of his security
preoccupied with ghosts.

The security is all in place.

Everything's been taken care of.

Mr. Thornton,

in light of the controversy
about the Phoenix Foundation

handling the security
for the Delasora trial,

I feel sure that
the chairman of the board

would want me to check out
MacGyver's arrangements,

just to be sure
that everything is okay.

Miss Finnegan, one thing I do
is know my people very well,

especially MacGyver.

And I trust him 100%.

No. Pete, you know,
it's okay.

In fact, I insist.

Fine. I'll drive.

Your car hasn't been cleared
through security.

I'll drive.

Fine.

So, we've got

guards stationed on every roof

within two blocks
of the courthouse.

Check.

And a guard on the inside

and the outside
of the courtroom.

Check. Also,
men on every floor,

linked by radios
equipped with scramblers?

Check.

Now, the police should be
diverting traffic to make way

for the motorcade's route
to the jail.

Yeah, except it's
a dummy motorcade.

Check. Meanwhile, an
unmarked car will take Delasora

on a secret route
to our secured location?

- Check, check, check.
- Okay.

See? Everything's under control.

Everything, huh?

Oh, come on.

Stryke!

I thought we agreed to keep
the media down to a minimum.

Yeah, Delasora's lawyer
had other ideas.

He demanded full media coverage.

We lost.

Oh, um, Cindy Finnegan,
this is...

Bob Stryke from the
federal prosecutor's office.

Yes, I know,
I've read your file.

It is my job.

MacGyver, Miss Finnegan,
this is Marietta Roblas.

She's helping us coordinate
the evidence for Delasora's trial.

Oh, there he is.

Look at him.

He's gained weight
on your prison food,

while the country, he and
his generals looted, is starving.

Even stripped of his power,
he's a monster.

How do you view your chances
in an American court?

This trial should never
have happened.

I was kidnapped from my
country by your government,

to face these preposterous
charges.

But, I am confident
that my lawyer

will prove them groundless.

I am an innocent man.

And being innocent,
I know I have nothing to fear

in a true court of law.

What is your government's reaction?

Look out!

What are you doing?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

MacGyver, what happened?

- He was here.
- Who?

Murdoc.

Murdoc?

Miss Finnegan,
what is going on out there?

Where's MacGyver?

He's looking for ghosts.

That's right, Mr. Thornton,
you heard me.

He's about 5'8",

uh, wearing a gray jacket,
a blue shirt.

He had a camera.

Are you sure?

I mean, he was almost
right next to you.

Can't help you.

Sorry, MacGyver.

We can't find a trace of a dart.

No, it's gotta be
around here somewhere.

I saw him load and fire it
from a phony camera.

Who is this Murdoc, anyway?

Who was Murdoc is more like it.

Mr. Thornton would like
to speak with you.

Uh, I gave him a full briefing.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Uh, Pete, I know
how this sounds.

MacGyver, the last thing the
Phoenix Foundation needs right now

is any more controversy

over this Delasora
security arrangement.

You understand?

We are all being watched,
especially me.

Pete, if Murdoc
is after Delasora,

we've got a lot more to worry about
than the Foundation's image.

Murdoc is dead.

No!

No, he's not.

I don't know how,

but he's not dead, I saw him.

That doctor is right.
You do need a rest,

and you are going to get it.
Now go home. Get some sleep.

What?

MacGyver, as a friend,
listen to me.

I am convinced
that Cindy's whole job here

is to keep me under observation,

to evaluate my performance.

This has nothing to do with you.

Yes, it does.
I still have to prove myself.

And she's already turned in
a report on your obsession.

Neither one of us have
any credibility right now.

Look, MacGyver, do me a favor.

Drop the Murdoc thing

for both our sakes?

The president is expected
to veto the bill.

In other news, there was
unexpected excitement today

when Pablo Delasora
arrived in court.

An overzealous member of the
Phoenix Foundation security team

attacked a news reporter
he suspected was trying

to kill the former
Central American dictator.

Delasora was shaken but unhurt.

The incident has prompted
renewed controversy

about Washington's decision

to employ
the Phoenix Foundation,

a privately owned organization
to provide security for Delasora...

Come and get me, MacGyver.

What's wrong, MacGyver?

Starting to see ghosts?

What kind of game
are you playing, Murdoc?

Dead men don't play games.

I'm gonna make you wish
you never killed me.

Stop!

Get away from the car.

- MacGyver! What are you doing?
- Just get away. Stay back.

It's a chess piece.

A pawn.

It's a message from Murdoc.

A message?

Yeah, he's telling me
I've been used.

But why was it taped to my car?

To throw me off track.
Come on.

Hold it.

Hey, Delasora, your chow's here.

Bon appetit.

Stryke.

Murdoc could be in the hotel.
Get Delasora out of there, now!

Miss Finnegan.

Get to Delasora's room.
Tell him to evacuate now.

What's wrong?

MacGyver insists Murdoc is
still after Delasora.

This obsession of his is
really getting out of hand.

Miss Finnegan, now!

Honestly, if I ever hear
the name Murdoc again,

I swear...

We have an incident
on the first floor.

No, Mr. Chairman,
the general was not hurt.

He was in another room
when the bomb went off.

Yes, sir, we did lose
one man. Jake Gibbs.

Yes, we are staying
on top of it.

I'm so sorry about your man.

It's such a waste.

I knew Jake Gibbs
for more than 20 years.

In fact, I brought him over
from DXS with me

when I came to the Phoenix.

He was a good man.

That is how it always
goes with Delasora.

During our revolution,
he always survived

while innocent people were hurt.

I wish that bomb had succeeded.

No, you don't mean that.

People like Delasora

have to stand trial
for their crimes.

You know, it's not
like Murdoc to miss twice.

I sent a team to that address
you gave us, MacGyver.

They found, and I quote,

"An empty room
in an empty building."

Well, obviously
Murdoc cleaned it out.

Can't you give
your paranoia a rest?

Yeah, and who do you think
planted the bomb, huh?

Don't you think it would
be wise to start looking

for suspects who are
still among the living?

All right.

I just got word
from my office in Washington.

Uh, sorry, Thornton, the
Phoenix Foundation's off the case.

What are you talking about?

They can't just fire us!

Washington's already
taken too much heat

over using a private organization
for Delasora's security.

Especially one with the director
of field operations who's disabled.

You mean blind?

Listen, my vision has nothing
to do with this.

That may be, but after this
we have no choice. You're out.

You know,
with Murdoc after Delasora,

you're gonna need help.

Yes, well, we've got it.

A crack special forces
squad is being flown in

to reactivate an old
military base outside town.

They'll house Delasora there
during the trial,

so he'll be safe.
Even from dead men.

Oh, come on.

Miss Roblas?

The chairman is just
gonna love this.

I hope you're satisfied.

You know, if you could
drop the attitude

for just a split second,
you might realize

that I could be right
about Murdoc.

Murdoc, Murdoc,
God, you are obsessed!

Mr. Thornton, are you going to
stand by and let this man continue

to turn the Phoenix Foundation
into a laughingstock?

No, I'm not.

Pete?

MacGyver, I can't let
my personal feelings

override my better judgment
any longer.

As of now, you're no longer
working for the Phoenix Foundation.

And that is final.

Well, good management
decision, Pete.

Delasora claimed the bomb

that miraculously
spared his life

may have been planted
by terrorists

sent by the new government
of El Santori.

The accusation was strongly
denied by Washington

and President Garcia
of El Santori.

Immediately following the incident,
Delasora's lawyer asked...

Come on in, Pete.

...to get an extension
of the trial date,

stating he wants to insure
his client's personal safety.

What a cab driver I just had.

And I like cab drivers.

This one just tried to
take me for an extra $7

on the fare over here.
Can you believe that?

And I'm carrying a white cane.

Good thing I counted
the ticks on the meter, huh?

Hey, how did you know
that was me?

Pete, we've been friends
a long time.

Oh.

You mean
my performance back there

was pretty easy
to see through, huh?

Uh-huh.

Gonna have to work
on my delivery.

Your delivery was just fine.

Cindy bought it, that's all that counts.
Come on, sit down.

Well, listen,
I had to do something,

to get her off my back,
and yours.

...American justice system,
by murdering

the accused ex-dictator.

Meanwhile, federal authorities

have taken control
of Delasora's trial security

from the Phoenix Foundation.

Though making
no official statement...

Can we cut that off?

Gladly.

Listen, when I first had to admit
to myself that I was going blind,

I also had to tell myself
that I could still do my job.

That it was my experience and
my--my judgment that counted.

Not just my eyes.

You were right.

Yeah, but I still
have to prove it.

Listen, this whole thing
reeks of Murdoc,

I know that.

But every move I make,

I run into Cindy,
or the chairman of the board.

I need your help, MacGyver.

They have-- They have got
my hands tied on this.

Well, you obviously
untied mine for a reason.

What do you have in mind?

All right.

If it is Murdoc,
who is he working for?

That I don't know.

But we might want to consider
those high-level security risks

that Washington
was so worried about.

Exactly.

Maybe it's time that somebody

paid an unannounced visit
to that army base

that Delasora's being held at.

All technicians report
to control central.

Repeat, all technicians
report to control central.

Attention, prepare
to begin final operation.

Excuse me.

All personnel,
report to the launch site.

30 seconds to test firing.

Non-essential personnel,

clear the starboard blast zone.

Test phase completed.

All personnel, prepare
for full-launch countdown.

Oye! They need an extra hand
in the command center.

Hold it right there, amigo.

Turn around.

Well, well...

At ease, MacGyver.

So, the revolutionary
has become a bureaucrat.

Oh, yes, I recognize you.

From your days with
the guerilla forces.

I make a point to
remember all my enemies.

You must have
a very good memory.

Do not upset me!

Or I will not let you live
long enough to see

how I will destroy your
ridiculous new government.

What do you mean?

It means that tonight
President Delasora

will once again assume the
reigns of power in El Santori.

In less than an hour,
troops loyal to me

will attack the capital
and regain control.

No, the people will stop you.

The people?

The people are sheep.

They will do nothing,

when they see your
government reduced to rubble,

thanks to
General Murdoc's missile.

MacGyver!

You okay?

Well, MacGyver, it appears
that the military look is in.

Of course,
I have more accessories.

A little early for Halloween,
isn't it, Murdoc?

You must show more
respect for General Murdoc.

General?

Don't you need
a country for that?

My commission
will become official

when Delasora takes power.

Murdoc, you've always
worked alone.

What made you a team man
all of a sudden?

Well, MacGyver, times change.

Homicide. International Trust
decided that I was over the hill.

So, faced with few
employment prospects, well,

I decided to

be all that I can be.

Is the missile ready to launch?

- On your order, sir.
- Good.

Then, I will make
an example of these two.

They'll be the first casualties
of my return to power.

Organize a firing squad.

Blew it again, huh, Murdoc?

Is that supposed
to be a joke, MacGyver?

No.

You're the joke.

Think about it.

All the times
you've tried to kill me,

you've done nothing but fail.

Now you need a firing squad
to do it for you?

How weak is that?

Carry out your order, general.

By all means.
I'll shoot the girl.

However...

I would like to find
a more inventive way

of executing MacGyver.

All personnel,
secure the launch station.

I think you're gonna find this
most intriguing, MacGyver.

The army took this off
the line back in the '60s,

brought the whole thing
back from Europe.

This, of course, has been
in storage for years.

I love these old rockets,
they're so solid.

I gotta know, Murdoc.

The body they found?
Who was it?

Ah. Well,

the river under the mineshaft
surfaced about a mile away.

I swam out,
I came across a fisherman,

he didn't have much luck.
I did.

But, you know, MacGyver,

I convinced everyone
that I was dead.

Except for you.

But, that gave me the idea

to go to Delasora with my plan.

Now I knew there was controversy

surrounding your involvement
with trial security.

Well,

it was an opportunity
that I couldn't miss.

So you used me to
discredit the foundation.

Absolutely.

Stellar performance.
It was perfect.

Congratulations.

Tie him under the
rocket, could you?

You are pigs!

Well...

When the countdown is over,
the jets will ignite

and when the missile hits
an altitude of 2,000 feet,

the rocket fuel booster will
ignite and deliver a ton of TNT

to the capital of El Santori.

Right under the doorstep
of the Presidential Palace.

And you, MacGyver,
well, you'll be toast.

Secure for launch.

You know, MacGyver, I...

I've been wasting
my talents all these years.

I mean, one target at a time,

it's sort of a--a dead-end job.

Now I've--I've-- I've found something
better than just killing for money.

Killing for money and power.

Goodbye, MacGyver.

Yes. Yes.

Come on.

No!

God.

Take a good look, Miss Roblas.

This is the beginning of the end
for your pathetic government.

Have the command center
radio El Santori

and order our troops
to launch their attack

at precisely 1400 hours.

Butcher!

Proceed with the execution.

Ready.

Aim.

MacGyver! It has to be him.

Deal with him later.
Kill her.

Jump!

Get back to your posts!
Don't let them escape!

I have an idea.
Come on.

I think I know where they're going.

We must go back!

What?

Delasora's troops are
attacking the capital.

We can radio my government
from the command center

and warn them.
Please, vamos!

Hey.

This whole thing's gone sour.
I want out.

This is not the time to panic.

I'm calling in our deal.
I want my money!

I anticipated
your wish, Mr. Stryke.

General, you did arrange
for Mr. Stryke's payment?

I took the liberty
of putting it in his car.

Right. Adios.

And now for MacGyver.

You're so predictable, MacGyver.

Always trying to save
everybody but yourself.

I told you, your humanity would
be the death of you one day.

Shall I?

That will not be necessary.

Disarm this man!

What is this?

Do you think I stayed
in power so long

trusting the likes of you?

You are nothing
but a liability to me now.

Take him out and shoot him.

This isn't over, Delasora.
You'll regret this.

I don't need a missile
to take power.

I still have troops
marching on the capital.

So, you see, your efforts
have changed nothing.

Well, that takes care
of General Murdoc.

Now, for you.

Get on the radio.
Call your capital.

- Where are you going?
- After Murdoc.

- He's dead.
- I don't think so.

MacGyver!

Oh, Pete.

What time is it?

Listen, I'm sorry, MacGyver,

but uh, I thought
you'd wanna hear.

Delasora's troops
have surrendered.

And the Delasora trial is
gonna start up again next week.

I mean, it's a little bit late,

but he's gonna get
his day in court.

Well, that's terrific.
Thanks, Pete.

Uh, Cindy sends her apologies.

You know, I think
she has learned a little bit

about respecting experience.

Will wonders never cease?

You could have told me this
over the phone, you know.

Well, yeah, I could have,
but, uh...

But you've got something
important to tell me?

Well, i-i-it's not
that important,

it's-- it's just that I

thought you'd wanna
hear it in person.

Spit it out, Pete.

Well, look,
it's not that important.

They didn't find
Murdoc's body, did they?

No.

But that doesn't mean anything.

I mean, his body could
have been consumed

in the heat of that fire.
It was very intense.

Or maybe the whole thing
got washed away in the tide.

Hello?

Hello?

What's the matter? You got
trouble on the line or something?

Yeah.

Or something.

I am alive! I am free!

I am in touch with the universe!

I am!

So am I!

He does that every morning,
same time,

better than an alarm clock.

You'll get used to it.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Wow.

You salvaged that much
from the houseboat?

I had a good smoke detector.

Hey, Mel!

Hey!

You're Mel's new tenant,
MacGyver, right?

Mel told me all about you.

Neighborhood watch deal.

Kelly Dobbs, I rent one of
Mel's houses across the street,

the one with the green trim,
little white fence.

I'm an actress.

Well, just
one beer commercial so far,

but my agent says
it's only a matter of time.

So what do you do?

No, never mind, you can
tell me all about it tonight.

I mean, there's no way you're
gonna be settled in, right?

So why don't you
come for dinner?

I heard you're into
health food, right? Me, too.

Do you like vegetarian lasagna?
It's gonna be great.

- What's your number?
- Got it right here.

5-5-5-8-9-9-0.

I let the phone guy in.

Great.

So listen, Mel, I need a favor.

Excuse me.

You see, Molly has this audition
that she absolutely cannot miss,

but she also has this
manicure appointment

scheduled for Mama Lorraine's.
That's where she works.

So anyway, you know Mama,

there's no way she can tell her,
or she's gonna get fired, right?

So, I agreed to fill in
on the manicure.

Now the thing is, she's got
my car, she's got my purse,

and I haven't got any money.

Well, that's nothin' new.

Mel, I know, we're two
months behind on the rent,

but I got a residual check
coming any time now.

See, it was really
a great beer commercial.

And it's 35 millimeter
and everything.

So all I need is bus fare
to the appointment, okay?

And you wouldn't want Molly
to lose her job, would you?

I don't think I could afford it.

Oh, Mel, you're the best.
Thanks.

I'll see you tonight, okay?

Nice kid.

If she could just
loosen up a little.

Molly, huh?

That's a real
pretty name, Molly.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Knox.

No, no, no, Lyle.
You call me Lyle.

All my friends do.

- Ow!
- Oh...

I... I believe you're
supposed to leave the finger.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sure I have
something for that.

Tyler?

Bobbie Lee,
what are you doing here?

I called him.
Lyle, we got to talk.

- I've got a no-stick bandage...
- Oh, forget it, hon.

Here, I expect I'll live.

Oh, thank you.

Let's talk in the living room.
Bobbie, you wait here a spell.

That'll just be my pleasure.

Now if you just ain't the cutest
thing this side of Lubbock,

I don't know what is.

What's your name?

Uh, Molly.

Good golly, Miss Molly.

Mine's Bobbie Lee.

Hi.

Uh, you know, Molly,

I just don't know anything
about this town of yours here.

Kinda makes a guy wish

he knew somebody like you
to show him around.

Well, there's always a tour bus.

Hey, what are you doing?

Well, what do you say I just
give you a call sometime,

Miss Molly Densmore.

Well, you certainly are persistent,
I'll say that.

No, hang on, I'm serious.

I mean, I understand, a gal like you
these days gotta be careful.

Well, maybe in the next life.

Well, I suppose it could
be a little sooner than that.

You can call.

- Bobbie? Get in here!
- Okay. Bye now.

Sunglasses.

This is your mark.

Name's Nesbitt.

Well, he don't look like much.

Oh, he's just a two-bit accountant
in one of our holdin' companies.

So, all of a sudden his
conscience is bothering him

about the way
we've been doing business.

If Victor Nesbitt testifies that
we've been using pension funds

to try to corner
the platinum market,

my brother and I are
gonna wind up in jail.

That is, if the folks whose
retirement funds are all gone

don't string us up first.

So, why don't you
just buy him off?

Well, I tried that.

I offered him $200,000.

He just said that he was
gonna show up at that hearing

this afternoon no matter what.

Seemed like that old boy
really wants to be a hero.

Oh, well,

not to worry, boys.

I think I know
how to handle heroes.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, just as long
as Nesbitt is dead

before it's time
for that hearing to start.

Now, you know, killing
Nesbitt ain't gonna come cheap.

Well, we kinda figured that,
Bobbie Lee.

Molly?

How long
you been standing there, hon?

I forgot my sunglasses.
Don't get up.

Hurry up!

I'm gonna kill her!

Come on, pull!

Oh, forget it.
Come on. This way.

- Well...
- Maybe she didn't hear us.

Yeah, well,
we can't take any chances.

We've got to find her.

That shouldn't be
too much of a problem, boys.

Looks like you got yourself
another contract, Bobbie Lee.

So, Kelly and Molly
both work about 17 jobs

waiting for their big break.

If trying has anything to do
with it, they'll both be stars.

So what, you let the rent
slide a little bit

and give them an allowance?

Hey, I overcharge you on
the rent, it's okay, isn't it?

Besides,
they make my eyes happy.

Speaking of which, uh,
you wouldn't happen to have

uh, the old first and last month's
rent on you, would you?

Yeah, sure.

I wouldn't ask,
but this sculpting business

doesn't pay
like my law practice did.

Waiting for the world to
catch up with your vision?

Yeah.

Till then, everybody helps out, chips in,
that's how the neighborhood works.

You'll get used to it.

I've rearranged the garage.

This is your space here.

And this is mine.

And I'm gonna try and confine
Robo to that spot over there.

Robo?

Oh, he's a new project of mine.

You'll meet him.

Hey, Willie.

Well,

it looks like you finally gonna
get to make your daddy proud.

How so?

Just got me a new contract.

But the old one, it's
pressing me for time, so...

You gonna get to make
your bones, little cuz.

So, I turned in my law practice
for an acetylene torch.

But you're such a great lawyer.
Don't you miss it?

Oh, I miss the '60s.

Back then,
I was a one-man revolution,

standing between the innocent
people and a political machine.

And that continued on
into the '70s.

And then the '80s came along

and I found myself defending
drug lords and gun runners.

Hey, times change.

Oh, they sure do.

Well, I decided if I couldn't be
on the side of the angels anymore,

I didn't want to play.

So I quit.

It worked out. I'm happy.

My neighborhood here,
they're like my family.

Yeah, I understand.

Oh, no, you don't, not yet,
but you will.

Hello?

Melvin Krasney?
Yeah, he is here.

I put my phone
on call forwarding.

- I knew you wouldn't mind.
- Yeah.

Hello, this is Mel.

Huh?

Are you sure?

Y-Y-Yeah, I'll--I'll be--
I'll be right down.

Thank--Thank you.

What's the matter, Mel?

I--I have to go to the morgue.

Kelly had an accident.

She's dead.

Sorry I had to drag
you down here, Mel.

All we had to go on
was her license plate.

Couldn't find her purse.

Her car was found
at the bottom of a cliff

off the Santa Luisa
Coast Highway.

Is there a problem?

Yeah.

Uh, that's not Kelly.

The victim,
mistakenly identified

as Kelly Dobbs
in earlier reports,

has now been positively identified
as 22-year-old Molly Densmore.

Sheriff's deputies found the
body of the Densmore woman,

who apparently
lost control of her car,

and plunged 400 feet
to her death

off Santa Luisa Coast Highway.

The cause of the accident
is being investigated,

but police are not ruling out
foul play or suicide at this time.

Miss Densmore, an aspiring
actress, who worked as a...

He got the wrong girl!

I know, Tyler.

I can see.

Bobbie?

I know, Lyle, I know.
I just saw the TV.

How in the Sam Hill
could you screw up like that?

I thought you were professional.

Look, Lyle...

I'm gonna be completely
honest with you boys.

I farmed it out.

You did what?

I gave the job
to my cousin, Will.

I owed his daddy.

See, not long ago,
he took a 2 to 5 rap for me,

and I promised him
that while he was doing time,

I'd show his boy
into the business.

We told you to do the job.

Well, I was just a little busy trying
to set up my cover for the Nesbitt hit.

And besides, the gal was
using somebody else's name.

Now it was right there
on her business card,

and that ain't Willie's fault.

You are right,
it wasn't Will's fault.

It is your fault.

Now you made this mess,
and you're gonna clean it up.

And I mean, right now.

They're all ticked off, huh?

There goes my career.

Aw.

There ain't nothing
to worry about, Will.

There ain't nothin'
ol' Bobbie Lee can't fix.

Red, White, and Blood?

Yeah, Kelly wrote it,
starred in it.

Uh, no messages on her machine.

You think she's at the theater?

No. No, the play closed.

She could only afford
two weekends.

That's why she's two
months behind on her rent.

There you are, Mel.

Mama.

You heard about Molly?

Oh, the police told me.

Poor, poor Molly.

I come to comfort Kelly.

Well, that's why we're here,
but she's not at home.

That's strange.
Kelly misses her 12:30 reading,

and I had a bad dream
last night.

The spirits was crying and
wailing all around my bed.

MacGyver, this is Mama Lorraine.

She runs the beauty shop
where Molly worked.

She's also a voodoo priestess.
You'll get used to it.

Don't listen to this man.

What I am
is a spiritual advisor.

Uh, Mama,
did you know that Kelly

took over Molly's
manicure appointment today?

No, nobody tell me nothing.

They're afraid
I'm going to fire them,

like I don't know what they do.

But you got to listen to me.

This dream,
it wasn't about Molly.

It was about Kelly.

Somebody is trying to hurt her.

Well, I one thing I learned

is never ignore one of
Mama Lorraine's dreams.

Okay.

Uh, Mama Lorraine, would you
mind staying at Kelly's house,

in case she comes back?

We have to talk to the police.

- No problem, man.
- Thanks, Mama.

Officer?
Excuse me.

- Excuse me.
- Huh?

Have you seen Mama Lorraine?

Should I have?

Something wrong?

Everything.

You see, Molly's dead because
I took her manicure appointment

so she could go
on this audition,

and I overheard these guys talking
about trying to murder somebody.

Did you say, "murder"?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

- See, they chased me...
- Uh-huh.

And I got away
on this gardening truck,

but he just drove
all over the place.

Then finally, I got on a bus
and I saw the whole thing on TV.

See, I gave them Molly's name,

that's why they drove
my car over the cliff.

Whoa, slow down, all right?

No, I can't, they're trying to
get me, don't you see that?

Look, you got to calm down.

Look, why don't you go home?

I'll go get a detective,
we'll go back to your place,

- we'll get the whole thing solved.
- No!

I can't go home. That's the
first place they're gonna look.

- Oh.
- The theater.

The theater,
I'll be at Theater One.

No, what do you mean,
Theater One?

No, wait! Who are you?
What's your name?

Give me a clue,
I can solve the... I can...

And what about you guys
giving the press

this mistaken identity thing
on Molly?

What kind of
police work is that?

Next of kin
haven't even been notified,

we don't even know what
kind of danger Kelly might be in.

Look, what do you
want from me, Mel?

You think I tell the downtown
brass how to conduct business?

Well, somebody should.

Look, I want a missing
persons report on Kelly now.

You know as well as I do,
I can't do that.

Policy says they have to be missing
48 hours before we take a report.

Oh, yeah, right, we don't
want to break with policy

just because
someone's life is in danger.

Mel, would you stop already?

All right.

What kind of danger
is she supposed to be in?

We don't know.

Mama Lorraine had a dream.

Well, that's very helpful,
very helpful.

How come you guys are always
around when nobody needs you?

Calm down, Mel,
you're retired, remember?

Yeah, if anything
happens to Kelly,

maybe I'll un-retire
and sue the city!

Guys, guys, come on.

The girl? Kelly.

Remember?

All right, look.

I'll stick my neck out
and I'll go this far.

I will make a broadcast for
everyone to look for Kelly.

- That's all I can do.
- That's fair enough, right?

We got Mama Lorraine standing
by Kelly's house if you hear anything.

All right, I've got the number.

What do we do now?

Well, I'll check the theater.

You check her hangouts,
all right?

Hello. Tell me what you know.

Hi, Mama Lorraine?

This is Sergeant Lee,
Sixth Precinct.

Yeah, Mel Krasney
told me to call

if I had any information
on Kelly Dobbs.

Yes, sergeant.

A meter maid spotted a
woman fitting her description,

said she was headed
to Theater One.

Theater One,
yes, I know the place.

Thank you very much, sergeant.

Okay, my pleasure.
Look uh,

tell Mel, do us all a favor,

he can continue to enjoy
his retirement, all right?

Bye.

Kelly?

Kelly!

I didn't hear anything, I swear!
Please leave me alone.

Kelly!
Kelly, it's okay. It's me.

Oh, MacGyver, I'm sorry
I didn't recognize your voice.

Well, how could I? You hardly
spoke a word when we met.

Oh, it's only rubber.

- Did you hear about Molly?
- Yeah.

They thought it was you
because of the car.

Yeah, well, so did the
people who murdered her.

- She was murdered?
- Yeah.

Well, you know that manicure
appointment I took for her this morning?

It was this guy named Lyle Knox,
and he had this brother Tyler,

and there was this really
cute guy named Bobbie Lee.

Anyway, they gave me $100

but I forgot my sunglasses
so I had to go back in,

and when I went inside, I heard
'em talking about killing somebody,

and--and then they chased me,
but I got away.

Why didn't you call the police?

I did.
Well, it was a meter maid.

That's--That's why I'm here,
I'm afraid to go home,

because by now they got to
know they made a mistake, right?

Ain't that the truth?

Bobbie Lee.

He's the cute one.

Well, the feeling's mutual, darlin'.

Come on over here, next to me.
Come on.

Uh, let's not
be hurting her, okay?

Me?

Touch one hair
on that pretty little head?

No way, cowboy.

Oh, this morning
you wanted to kill me.

Not me.

It was them other fellas.

No, I heard you.
You're a hitman.

When I decide, and only when
I decide, not somebody else.

Right now, I'm deciding
you're a mite bit too pretty to die.

What about MacGyver?

Well, I don't mind
letting him live,

just as long as he don't mind being
inconvenienced for a few hours.

Yeah, sure, while you just
go out and kill somebody.

It's all right, Kelly.
I'll be okay.

All right, now.

Go on over there
on that, that bed thing.

Now you just lie down real easy like,
and just make yourself comfortable,

just like you was at
home in your own bed.

Go on, get over there. Go.

It's a torture rack.

Maybe now you'll
believe my dreams.

The spirits
don't blow no smoke, man.

I believe you.

Can you describe
the guy who hit you?

Yes.
He had a grin like a fool,

and a right hook
with devils in it.

And he's after Kelly.

Mel, we've got to get
to the theater.

Oh, all right.

Now you just relax, and
everything's gonna be just fine.

I'm sure that you're one
heck of a fella and everything,

but, well, you understand,
I can't be taking no chances.

I'm sure you do, 'cause you
look just about as smart as a whip.

All righty.
Just about one more.

That ought to do it.

You promised
you weren't gonna hurt him.

Hurt him?

Darling, folks pay doctors good
money for this kind of treatment.

You comfortable, good buddy?

Now all I need is a few hours
to take care of some business.

By mornin' somebody
will come by and let him go,

and by then, you and me,
we're gonna be long gone.

Let's go, darlin'.

Oh, dang!

Forgot to lock the back door.

You wait here.

That is, if you do
value your friend's life.

You move again,

next time I may not miss.

Hey.

Hey!

Hey.

All righty, darlin',
let's get movin'.

I got a tight schedule today.

MacGyver!

You okay?

Yeah.

Except the guy that did this
took Kelly.

I knew it.
We've got to find her!

Willie, say hi to Kelly.

She's the one, huh?

She sure is.

Which is why I want you to take
real good care of her till I get back.

Bobbie Lee,
what's the matter with you?

Didn't you tell me the Knox
brothers were fit to be tied,

blaming me
for missing the hit on her?

Well I'm about
half glad you did, Will.

Take a look at her.

I could spend the rest of
my life with that little heifer.

And I do believe
the feeling's mutual.

Bobbie Lee, this Nesbitt thing
goes down, we're talkin' murder one.

You're thinking, what if she's just
stringing me along all lovey-dovey like...

- Well...
- W-Well,

that's exactly
what I want to find out.

Which is why I want you to
tie her up, real loose like...

What if she tries to get away?

Well, then, you just gonna
have to do your thing

and make them Knox brothers
happy, ain't you?

Bye, hon.

The wax will hold the ashes
together so we can read the name.

How's that possible?

Well, the ink
they use in the lettering

has a metallic pigment,
and it won't burn.

Cadillac Jack?

It's a diner,
out--out on motel row.

Nothing.

But I feel it, MacGyver.

Kelly got to be
around here some place.

You could be right, Mama.

I'm gonna shave.

I hope the razor slips.

Don't you go nowhere.

Look, MacGyver, horseshoe,
lucky charms, a rabbit's foot.

This is
a very superstitious truck.

What's going on?

You going somewhere?

Lady, you just made my career.

What are we gonna do?

Now you and me, we're
gonna take a little drive.

I want to show you that cliff where
I dumped your roomie off the road.

It's real high,
it's got a nice view.

You're gonna love it.

Hey, let's just
talk about this, okay?

If you say one word, I will blow
a hole right through your spine.

What in the devil...
Hold it. Stop right there!

Hey, hey, what--what are you doing,
barging in here like that?

My job.
Housekeeping.

I clean the rooms.

And this list says
that you already checked out.

Yeah?
Well, your list is wrong.

Besides, uh,

we don't want to be disturbed.

If you don't want
to be disturbed,

you put the "Do Not Disturb"
sign on the outside of the door.

I can read real good, you know.

Yeah, well, why don't you
just put it up as you're leaving?

Don't you talk smart with me.

I go get the manager,
he'll tell you where to get off.

All right, fine!

Why don't you
take this stupid thing.

MacGyver!

The name is Nesbitt. Victor Nesbitt.
I have a reservation.

I'm sorry, Mr. Nesbitt, I can't
seem to find your name anywhere.

Figures.
Happens to me all the time.

But not after today.

Never again after today.

Let me check again.

Here we are, Mr. Nesbitt.

Sorry about the mix-up.
You're in Room 454.

Now, can you have a cab
waiting for me at 4:00 p.m. sharp?

I have to keep
a very important appointment.

Certainly.

Wh-What's going on?

Where's Bobbie Lee?

Bobbie Lee?
I--I don't know no Bobbie Lee.

Oh, that is such a lie.

He's got a contract to kill
somebody. Now, who is it?

Hey, come on.

We know about the Knox brothers.

I only talk to my lawyer.

I called Mel.

He's sending the police here.

W-W-Wait--Wait!

You... I thought
you was the maid?

That was Friday night
at the movies.

I'm someone you don't ever
want to mess with, little man.

Mama, forget it,
it's not going to do any...

Of course, then again...

Hey, you give me that back.

You give me that back now,
you hear me?

You know,
I didn't want to do this,

but you kinda forced my hand.

He's all yours, Mama.

What do you mean?

Voodoo, man.

Voodoo.

You sure?

That's powerful mojo
to be messin' with.

I don't think
we have a choice here.

In that case, stand back.

Yes, ma'am.

What's she gonna do?

What's she gonna do?

I don't like to think about it.

Your soul belongs to me,
little man.

Hey! Hey!

The spirits are very angry!

What spirits?

They're all around.
Can't you feel them?

They're crawling up your legs,

in your ears,

up your nose!

Get that thing away from me.

You cannot fight my mojo!

The spirits will come
and make your heart stop,

make your toes curl up
so all you can do is crawl.

Make your eyes pop out!

Make your tongue turn black!

Oh, stop.

Make her stop.

I think it's too late.

Just make her quit, will ya?

Look, I'll talk.
Just get her away from me.

Who did the Knox brothers
hire your cousin to kill? Quick!

His name is Nesbitt,
Victor Nesbitt.

He's an accountant.

Bobbie Lee's gonna kill him
at the Crown Sterling at 4:00

and that's the truth.

Now get her away from me!

It's about time.

I couldn't hold
a straight face much longer.

That was fake.

Of course.

Voodoo is my religion.

That was
Saturday morning cartoons.

And you fell for it, little man.

All right, it's 3:30.
When the police get here,

tell them
I've gone to the hotel.

And you better be good,
little man.

You don't want to make
Mama mad for real.

MacGyver! Wait up.

Oh, dang you, Will!

Kelly!

What are you doing here?

Well, Mama didn't need my help.
I thought maybe you would.

Well, adios, little darlin'.

It is all
sort of my fault, you know.

- What? What's the matter?
- Look out.

You, stay here.

Excuse me, I've got to get by.

I'm late for
a very important appointment.

Victor Nesbitt.
You'll remember that name.

Kelly!
Hit the top floor button!

All right, pal, get on your feet.
Come on, get up.

Come on.

MacGyver, we did it.

You know,
I just don't think it's right

that Will should get off
scot free.

Oh, he won't.

The DA's working a reduced
sentence to plea bargain.

If he rolls over on the Knox
brothers and Bobbie Lee.

Robo?

In person.

Isn't she beautiful, man?

My wall!

I knew you'd like it.

Uh, MacGyver, this is Robo.

That new project
I was telling you about.

You've seen his work on
numerous public facilities.

Until you got me busted.

No. The word is
"rehabilitated."

Come on, man, 200 hours of
community service work, scrubbing walls.

My best work
ended up on a sponge.

See, the thing is, you
and I drive down a freeway,

and we see a road.

Robo sees the Sistine Overpass.

See, Gyvie, me and you
got a lot in common, man.

We gonna work out just fine.

'Cause, look, see,
I take nothin'

and turn it into somethin',
just like you.

But my wall...

But see? You don't know
what I'm trying to do.

I'm trying
to make a statement here.

And this ain't
no ordinary bimbo.

See, this is Charlene,

and she's lookin' good, huh?

Now I was gonna
keep her for myself,

but, uh, you know, when it
comes to art, you can't be selfish.

But pay attention.

See...

Now, if these bulldozers
over here, right,

continues to come into
our rain forest,

and kill our animals
and knock down the trees,

then the only animals
her kids will be seeing

is gonna be on TV.

Of course.

We're having a feast, MacGyver!

To remember poor Molly,

and to celebrate
Kelly coming home safe!

And you, our new neighbor.

We have cassava bread,

sugarcane,

a big bowl of chaka,
pig knuckles,

and for dessert,

Krem Kay!

Uh, put everything
in the kitchen.

And--And somebody
find some plates.

Everybody, this way!

And bring your appetites.

I love parties,
don't you, MacGyver?

Oh, yeah.

Hey, Gyvie, man, if you don't
dig this painting on the wall,

I can always get rid of it, 'cause
it wasn't my idea in the first place.

No, no, no.

Let's keep it there for a while.

I'll get used to it.

Stay, Frog.

Lookin' for me, Jesse?

Yeah.

Yeah, as a matter of fact,

I was looking for my brother,
Frank, and MacGyver.

Yeah?

Well, they'll be
joining you soon.

Real soon.

Hey, quit slobbering
all over me.

Come here. Let's go.

You try something and the
next one's through your head.

Colton!

But I shot you.

Yeah, Egan.

Right in a bulletproof vest.

Out of the car.
Let's go! Let's go!

Come on!

Put your pieces in the back
of this pickup one at a time.

You first, Egan.

- Frank.
- Yeah?

- See that bottle next to the bomb?
- Yeah.

That's sulfuric acid.

It'll eat right through these
ropes if we can get to it.

Well, we can't, so it ain't.

I think we are done for.

All right, all right, let's not
be giving up just yet, okay?

Who said anything
about givin'...

Bless.

Hold it, hold it.
Wait a minute.

There's only one thing in the
whole world that I'm allergic to.

Frog!

- Hey, get in here, you ugly thing.
- Good boy.

We need that bottle of stuff.

- Come on, that's it.
- Come on.

Move on down a little further.

- Come on, boy.
- Sweet thing, come in.

- Come on. Go ahead.
- Come on, boy.

- Push the bottle.
- Come on.

Come on now, nose it off.

Not the bomb, the bottle!

- Oh, you stupid hound.
- Stop!

Good boy. Good boy.

Now, we need the bottle.

Not the bomb, the bottle.

No, you dummy.
The bottle!

You keep calling him names
like that, he's gonna take a walk.

He knows I love him.

Don't you, sugar puss?

Come on, push the bottle,
Froggie.

Come on down, sweetheart.

He's not gonna cooperate,
MacGyver.

Well, look what we got here.

The queer money,
and the plates that made it.

Now where's my brother Frank
and MacGyver?

Come on, Frog.
Push the bottle.

- Push it, push it.
- Come on.

Push it, push it.
Come on.

He did it.
He got the right one.

All right, get him to
bring it over here. Quick.

Okay, okay, come on.
Come on, now.

Jump down. Come on down.
That's it.

That's it.

Bring Uncle Frank
the bottle, Froggie.

Come on, boy, come on.

That's it. Come on.

Now come on, Froggie.

All right. Here's how
it's gonna go down, boys.

You don't tell me
what I need to know,

I start at your kneecaps

and work my way up.

See what you look like
with nine bellybuttons.

You got one minute.

Come on, Froggie.

Bring MacGyver the bottle
so we all don't die.

Would you look at that?

Good boy, Frog.

Now, put the bottle
on the end of the ruler.

He's doing it.
He's doing it.

He didn't do it.

Hey, Froggie, if you don't put
that bottle on top of that ruler,

I'm gonna tell Mama,
no more chicken livers.

You're back to dog food.

That dog will enjoy
a lifetime of chicken livers.

Just how long
will that lifetime be?

Good question.

So, that's a beautiful thing.

What'll that stuff
do to your skin?

Nothing, if I can
keep it on the rope.

Go!

Let's get out of here, Froggie.

Come on!

Five, four...

...three...

Jesse, hit the deck!

Whoa!

Oh, good.

I was just looking for you guys.

MacGyver called.

He's not gonna be able
to make it over.

He said them news people
driving him half crazy,

so he gonna hide out for a
week up in the mountains.

College.

I don't even know
what classes to sign up for.

First two years, they tell you.

Now how would you know?

You ain't even seen
the inside of a high school,

let alone college.

I know because I'm three years,
eight months, six days older than you are.

Therefore, wiser than you are,
little brother.

- You know...
- I'll get it.

...there comes a time when
chronological age and wisdom catch up.

In our case,

that happened when you was
about four years old.

- Mama Colton, how are you?
- Johnny Denmark!

I haven't seen you since when?

Uh, two years ago next month.

That's right.
It was at that block party

right after
your swearing-in ceremony.

Well, it's about time you got
back to your old neighborhood.

And it feels good
to be home, Mama.

Don't just stand there,
come on in.

There's a familiar face.

Frog, right?

I remember you, too, from
the block party. Mean and ugly.

Oh, don't mind him.
He sometime cranky in the morning.

Fellas, look who's here,
the assistant district attorney himself.

How you doing, Johnny?

Good, Frank.

Nice to see you, Jesse.

Still throwing
that mean fastball?

No, no, not since high school.

How about some sweet cake
and coffee, Johnny?

Thought you'd never ask.

Ah, the restaurant's
been closed, what, um,

10 years now?

Close enough.
But not nearly long enough.

The restaurant's potential
reopening motivates certain of us

to keep the bounty-hunting
business healthy and thriving,

if you know what I mean.

Yes, I get your point, Mama.

So, what brings you here,
Mr. Denmark?

I need your brothers' help.

What?

Since when did you start
reaching down so low

that you need the help
of a couple of bounty hunters?

You're the best
in the business, Jesse.

Yeah, right.

I was reminded of that
when I read how you

busted that counterfeiting ring
last night.

There were three killings
in Chinatown last night,

all behind a power struggle
run by this man.

His name is Chi.

He pulled the trigger and crowned
himself the new godfather of Chinatown.

Now, if I can nail him
for those murders,

then Chinatown's underworld
will be crippled.

But?

But...

I have to find this girl
to do it.

They call her Madussa.

Supposedly, she's the dead
godfather's new number-one lady

and an eyewitness
to the killings.

I just can't get an ID on her.

You got a whole
police force to do that.

Word on the street is that Chi has
bribed the police on the Chinatown beat.

If they get to this lady first,

she'll never make it
to the witness stand alive.

That's why I need you guys.

Hmm, bad night here
last night, huh?

Tell me about it.

Well, I sure know one thing.

I wouldn't be
sleeping too sound,

having seen a massacre
like that one.

Who said I saw anything?

Hey, come on, come on.

They call her Madussa.

Give us a righteous name
and we're out of here.

Never saw her before.

Look, darling, she is in danger.

You help us,
and we can help her.

Please?

I--I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

Now, I know you can put more
than a street name to this pretty face.

What makes you think so?

What makes you ask?

Jesse.

This does, bro.

These guys impersonating
police officers?

Us? Police?

Shoot, we ain't never done
nothing to make anybody think...

Hey!

I heard nobody
ask you a question.

You know what? You're right.
You're absolutely right.

Okay, come on,
you know the drill.

Well, now, lookee here.

He's in the
door-shaking business.

Now, one time,

before we put you
out of the business.

Why are you asking
about this witness?

Before I answer that question,

why don't you try to put me
out of the business?

Look, you!

Hey!

Don't you ever touch a cop!

Hey, that's my brother!

Uh, but he did
ask for it, didn't he?

You know, we have
tried time and time again

to talk to him about
that temper of his.

Hey, I'm gone.
I'm gone.

Uh, sorry to have been
such a bother, ma'am.

Jesse, all I got to say is

you've got a lousy bedside
manner with everybody.

You think you could've
done any better?

No question about it.

Hey, you!

Not you. The nice one.

"Patricia Fielding."

We've got ourselves
a lead, brother.

The gentle way.

Wired Sheree a bouquet
of flowers in Hawaii.

You know, soften up the
San Francisco disappointment.

You think Santa Barbara
would be a nice compromise?

I think you're getting a little soft
in the head, that's what I think.

Sheree finds out you can't
afford San Francisco,

she's gonna send you packin'.

Wear this.
It'll mellow you out.

- Get away from me with that.
- Here, here, here.

Hey, back up, sucker.

- Come on, man. Come on.
- Get away from me, would you?

What?

Is that any way to answer
the phone, Jesse Colton?

Sorry, Mama,
I didn't know it was you.

I don't care who it is.

You gather more with honey
than you do with vinegar.

Didn't I teach you that?

Yes, Mama.

Listen, did you,
uh, happen to do

any networking
on Patricia Fielding?

Well, that's the reason
I'm calling.

Between Henrietta at the DMV

and Jolene at the courthouse,

I found out
that she's the daughter

of the former Loretta Woo
and G. Irwin Fielding

of Fielding Savings and Loan.

G. Irwin?

The guy that's up for ripping
off all those depositors?

That's him.

Jolene got into the
probation officer's report,

and Loretta Woo is that pretty
little fashion model from Taiwan

that was so popular in the '60s.

She married G. Irwin when he
was a young hotshot on Wall Street.

Skip the gossip, Mama.

Did Jolene give you an address?

She sure did.

It's out in the Highlands.

Gotta be
a pretty fancy place, too.

Mary Alice Johnson used to
sew for a lady up there.

Her name was Chandler.

- She was related to...
- Mama. The address?

Don't be so impatient, Jesse.

What I'm trying to tell you
is I called their housekeeper

and she told me that the
Fieldings are having lunch

with Patricia at
the Bayside Yacht Club today.

I expect before the day is over,

you boys will have this case
tied up with a ribbon.

Well, with your kind help,
we sure will.

Tell Johnny Denmark
what we have, if you would.

Thank you, Mama.

It's my pleasure.

Goodbye, now.

We've gotta talk, Mama.

Baby, we have already
had this conversation.

Yeah, but you've
done just fine, Mama.

And you're self-educated.

I mean, you've read more books

and you know more about stuff
than anyone I've ever met.

Uh-huh. And you're
going to know even more

when you get out of college.

Now it's time for you to get
on the road to registration,

and it's time for me
to get back to my garden.

I guess I'm just gonna
have to prove I'm ready.

Afternoon, Miss Fielding.
Allow me.

Mother.

Well, Mama was right
on the money.

Another five minutes,

and we'll have
Patricia Fielding,

and this case will be
wrapped up tight.

Now, the question is, who
are they and what are they...

Uh-oh. Frank and Jesse
must be here already.

Come on. Come on.

Well, I got no choice now, do I?

He talked to me and he listened.

He talked to you?

A gangster talked to you?

You have become
little more than a whore.

Then I guess we're not
so different after all,

are we, Daddy?

Can't you understand
what is happening here?

I witnessed a gangland killing.

Those men in Chinatown
wanna kill me.

I have no money.

And I...

I need your help to get away.

You'll get no help from me,
young lady.

We'd like to help, Patricia.

Who are you?

Get down!

Frog!

Frank!

Gotcha, sucker.

Oh, Jesse, there's two of them!

There's another one!
Get down!

Jesse!

What the hell
are you doing here?

Uh, well, I was
on my way to school, right?

I can't see him.

No need to.

Now there's one lesson
I won't learn in college.

You got that right.

Hey, no, you ain't
getting me into that, okay?

Come on.

Just couldn't wait for me,
could you, Jesse?

You missed it, Frank.

Jesse and I got busy.

Patricia, no!

Colton Brothers.

Yes, hello?

Uh, this is Loretta Fielding.

I'd like to speak to one of
the Colton Brothers, please.

Yes, this is Frank Colton.

You said you can help
my daughter.

Keep her safe?

Yeah, where can we find her?

I'm at 10th and Gramercy.

We'll be there in 10 minutes.

Thanks you for coming.

You were right. You are
the only ones who can help.

Where is she?

There.

It's the only place I know
with people I can count on.

Let's go.

Don't look now,
but I think we got company.

Check out the reflection
in the window.

It's okay. These are
the men I told you about.

My mom says I should trust you.

We're gonna need all you got.

We were followed.

- Hey.
- Hmm?

Score.

- Home free.
- I hope.

What do you mean by that?

- My left eye is twitching.
- Oh, great.

What are you guys talking about?

Nothing. Nothing.

Besides, that twitch
is only worth 10%.

Billy?

Listen to me,
and don't say a word.

Yeah, sure.
He's right here.

It's Frank.

Do you have the girl?

Got her. Where to?

The old boatyard
at Industrial and Fairview.

My assistant, Charles,
will meet you there.

Right.

They have her.

Oh, I have to tell you, Mama Colton,

your boys are the best.

Hello?

We have our witness, Charles.

I want you to set up the
transport boat and the safe house.

I'll meet you at the boatyard
as soon as I can get there.

Thank you for
your hospitality, Billy.

- Mama Colton.
- It's our pleasure.

If you have any more cases
for the Colton Brothers,

- just give us a call, you hear?
- Thank you.

Frank said he wanted you
to check out the number

Mr. Denmark dialed with your
friend at the phone company.

What for?

- I think his eye's twitching again.
- Ooh. Give me that.

I don't like this place.
It feels eerie.

- What's that guy's name? Charles?
- Uh-huh.

- Is your eye still twitching?
- Uh-huh.

I think I got a possible
answer to the logic of it.

What's that?

- Those two cops.
- Yeah?

They're not very good
at what at they do.

True.

Now, if I was
the godfather of Chinatown,

they'd be
the last ones I'd juice.

That would be a waste of money.

Now, if they didn't
put the squeeze

on that barmaid
at the Ho Ho Club,

and put them two Hong Kong
gangsters on our tail,

somebody else did.

Now my twitchin'
makes some sense.

See, I'm glad
you took the precaution

to have Billy check
on Johnny Denmark.

Jesse?

I was a hair too late.

That phone number that
Johnny Denmark called

belongs to a social club
in Chinatown.

Frank felt it.

- I'll call the police.
- No, no, Mama.

If we can't trust
the assistant DA,

there's no telling
who'd show up.

Billy, if you get hurt, I'm gonna
whack you across your head!

And what is it
I can do for you two?

We got some questions to
ask Frank and Jesse Colton.

Are you the two that pushed
my Jesse down a flight of stairs?

Uh, he tripped.

Uh-huh.

Well, I got some questions
I wanna ask myself.

And maybe we should have
a meaningful conversation.

Wonder what they're up to.

No good.

You wear your vest this morning?

Like Mama said,
never leave home without it.

Any ideas?

No. You?

Pismo Beach.

What?

Sheree might go for Pismo
Beach over Santa Barbara.

It's a lot cheaper.

Frog.

Draw that dude off while
I make it up those stairs.

Go on now, get!

Hey, hold it in.
They'll hear you.

Frog!

Now I got an idea.

Psst!

Hey.

Speak, Frog.

Speak.

Well, come on! Hit him!

What took you so long?

Why didn't you go ahead
and hit him?

You would've saved me
a lot of pain.

- Way to go, Froggie.
- Hey, where's Billy?

That means he doesn't know.

Come on, let's go.

Looks like he went
the wrong way.

Hey, come on. Let's go.

Kick it, Froggie,
we'll be right back.

Hey, how're you doing?

What's that you say?
I work here.

Uh, workee?

Yeah, you know, put
'em up white powder?

Uh, workee, workee?

Ah, workee, workee.

- That's it. You got it.
- Ah.

Uh...

You know, this isn't very good
employer-employee relations.

Okay.

All right, all right.
Chill, chill.

Any ideas?

Why do I always have to
come up with the ideas?

Okay, I've got one.
Follow me.

You!

He's the brother
of those other two outside.

This how you keep
the streets safe?

If he knows about me,
then his mother knows.

Then we will take care
of the mother,

and no one will know.

Don't you touch my mama!

You animals!

$200,000 as promised,
Mr. District Attorney.

What's this for?

To put a permanent seal
on our partnership.

Kill the boy.

This isn't part
of the arrangement.

Kill the boy, Mr. Denmark,

or we have no arrangement.

Let's go!
Move in!

Go! Go!

Shoot them.

Both of them. Now!

I rather enjoyed that.

Yes! Yes!

Your boys sure got a strange
way of operating, Mrs. Colton.

But they do get the job done,
don't they? Come on.

Frank, Jesse, you all right?

Mama, what you doing here?

These two nice policemen
gave me a ride.

One of his buddies
is in the boat building.

Well, go ahead. Pick up this trash
my boys just threw out for you.

Yes, ma'am.

Where is Billy?

I--I'm right here, Mama.
And I'm good.

I'm real good.

I'm afraid the boy's got a
little taste for the business.

He is going to college.

Oh, we know that,
don't we, Jesse?

Hey, it's real clear to me.

Mama, couldn't he just dabble
in the business a little bit?

Part-time, maybe?

Well, maybe,
if his schedule permits.

You boys could just
ease him into the skills

and wherewithal
of bounty hunting.

Mama,

you're starting to bend?

Well, a mother has
to let go sometime.

"Let go"?

A little.

Hey, Frog!

Frog, presents!

Get it, boy!

- MacGyver, hi.
- Hi, Mama.

Hey, hey, hey!
Watch it, Mama.

Hey, what's doing here?

You guys back
in the restaurant business?

Hey, you wash
your mouth out with soap.

Well,

there it is, Mama.

Little, uh, compromise
I made with Frank.

Changing the image, you know.

What, cleaning up the DA's
office and Chinatown

in the same day
wasn't enough to do it?

Well, taking down Denmark
took down our paycheck.

And Billy's tuition just
wiped out our reserves,

so Frank thought
we ought to change the sign.

All right.

Yeah.

Looks good, doesn't it?

The prodigal son returns!

Sheree didn't go
for Pismo Beach.

Ooh,

your niece has some very

dangerous ideas, Denise.

Please, she cannot hurt you.

But she knows disrespect.

Remind her, it is we who make sure
that everyone here in Little Haiti is

protected from misfortune.

By the way, have you
forgotten what day it is?

No.

- Don't do it, Auntie.
- Cherine, please, be quiet!

- Listen to your aunt, girl.
- No, you listen!

Our people booted creeps
like you out of Haiti and

you're not going to get away with
playing your filthy power games here.

If you ever bother us again,
I'll call the police.

As you wish.

The next time we meet, Cherine,

I will introduce you
to a friend of mine.

Baron Samdi.

Until then.

Hello, MacGyver.

Denise. Cherine.

I'm late for that protest rally.
Later, MacGyver.

What can I do for you, MacGyver.

Uh, well I was skating with
the boys this morning,

took a little shot to the neck.

Mama Lorraine said you might
have a liniment for me?

Oh, I got just the
right thing to fix you up.

Grab her!
Get her in the car!

- Quickly!
- Let me go!

- Put her in the car.
- Help me!

Somebody help me!

Let's go.

And I ran outside when
I heard Cherine scream...

Did you recognize the driver?

All right, how about the car?
You said it was a dark color.

Was it black, blue?

I'm sorry.
I saw nothing.

May I please go now?

Yeah, sure.
We'll--We'll do what we can.

Darryl, the car was black
and there were three guys in it.

Well, thank you.

Did you catch the
license number?

No, but Denise was talking to one
of the guys just before it happened.

She can identify him.

Yeah, the whole block
probably could,

but I can't give everybody
the third degree.

Besides, it wouldn't
do any good.

This is the third kidnapping
in Little Haiti this year.

I mean, we got
extortion, drugs, murder,

and every time it's the same thing.

There's no clues and
there's no witnesses.

- They're scared.
- Oh, yeah.

They're so scared her
aunt won't even help.

I mean, if she won't, who will?

This isn't much to go on
but we'll do our best.

Thanks for your help, MacGyver.

Okay, Denise. Why?

You would not understand.

Your niece has been kidnapped
and you won't help the police find her?

You're right,
I don't understand.

The Tonton Macoute have her.

The... The what?

The Tonton Macoute.

They were Papa Doc's secret police
in Haiti before the revolution.

If I speak,
they will kill Cherine.

I have no choice.

That's not true.
You do have a choice.

They left this.

It is a voudon warning
to remain silent.

I was afraid to give it
to the police.

Let the pain flow from you.

Yes, yes, I can feel
the pain is going.

Yes.

Ah, I feel better, Mama.

The pain is gone completely.
It's a miracle. A miracle.

Take this.

Carry it with you at all times

and your headache
won't come back.

Thank you, Mama Lorraine.
Thank you.

She is wonderful.

Wow.

Don't make faces. This is
pure datura leaf from Haiti.

It's powerful medicine
against poison.

You know, what if something
was really wrong with that guy?

I send him to the Free Clinic.

I'm no doctor, MacGyver,
I am a spiritual...

"Spiritual advisor."
I know, I know.

Did the spirits tell you what
happened in Little Haiti today?

Of course.

Poor Cherine.

I pray to Papa Legba.

I think she could use some
help a little closer to home.

The people who took her
left this behind.

I think it connects to
the voodoo religion.

That is not religion.

That is sacrilege!

Well, somebody's using it

to scare the people of
Little Haiti into keeping quiet.

There is good and bad
in all things, MacGyver,

including religion.

I am a mambo,
a priestess of voudon.

I serve the right and
the left, good and bad.

Some devote themselves
only to the left hand, the evil.

Like that wanga.

It means a curse has been placed
on Cherine by the Tonton Macoute.

Any idea how I can
find this Tonton Macoute?

I know of one person.
Dr. Redemteur.

I first met Cherine when I was
lecturing at the university.

I teach a course in
Afro-Haitian culture and religion.

When Cherine learned
that elements of

the old Duvalier government
are trying

to gain power
in the United States,

she devoted herself
to stopping them.

Making speeches,
organizing marches.

Such spirit!

Mama, please,

say a prayer for me
asking for her safe return.

Uh, doc...
doctor, uh, pardon me but...

how do we locate these
elements of the old regime?

Not easily.

The Tonton Macoute move
in shadows, like ghosts.

I have heard rumors
about secret meetings,

ceremonies, nothing more.

Well, one of the guys who
took Cherine mentioned a name,

a Baron Samdi?

Oh, no.

What?

In the voudon belief, Baron Samdi
is the keeper of the graveyard,

lord of the dead and the undead.

"Undead"?

Zombies, MacGyver.

"Zombies"?

But they're myths.
Are--Aren't they?

I assure you, such things
are not only possible,

there is medical proof they
actually exist.

A precise dose of the right
toxins can induce a coma state,

which is nearly impossible
to distinguish from death.

Voudon is ancient, MacGyver.

You can't expect to
grasp all in one day.

Uh, doctor,
these secret meetings,

any idea where they're held?

No.

But I'm afraid they are
gathering new followers every day.

My patients, even some of my students
at the university, won't speak to me.

I fear the darkness is winning.

You do not pay your
respects to Baron Samdi, girl?

You're no spirit.
Your name's Devraux.

You used to be one of
Duvalier's puppets.

But now, I am pulling
the strings.

You pervert the voudon religion

and you use superstition to
frighten people into going along

with your protection racket.

You're just a sick,
evil man living in the past.

Ah, but the past can
become the future, girl.

We will bring back the old ways,

restore strength and
stability to our people.

Yes, perhaps even
to our beloved Haiti.

And you will help.

That day will never come.

But you're wrong, Cherine.

Because the future is now.

Hold her.

She's not breathing.

There's no pulse.

Now she will really be
of use to us.

This is very evil mojo,
MacGyver.

You shouldn't be messing
with that doll like that.

I'm just trying to find out
where it came from.

It came from someplace
very dusty.

Yeah.

That's silt,

like a dry riverbed.

That looks like oil.

Yeah, that's what it is.

It smells burnt.

Maybe it came from a garage.

Yeah, but that doesn't
explain the silt.

And besides, this kind of oil is
used to run generators and turbines.

"Turbines"? Power station?

The old Liberty Dam?

Haitian drums.

That's the guy who
grabbed Cherine.

I'm not surprised.
His name is Concasseur.

In Haiti, he was torturer
for Colonel Devraux,

the commander of
Papa Doc's death squads.

Open the casket.

Close the casket.

- She looked dead.
- Not dead. Worse.

Worse?

Do you remember what
Dr. Redemteur told you about zombies?

No, I'm not buying into that.

Open your mind, MacGyver.

Magic comes from the heart
and the earth.

There are many things in nature
that can be used to cure or kill.

So what, she's been poisoned?
Drugged? What?

An ancient formula.

It renders the victim lifeless.

Only the mind remains conscious.

Cherine will be aware
of everything, until death.

- Well, is there an antidote?
- Yes.

Datura leaf, but more
than this, and in time.

How long has she got?

It depends on when the
poison was administered.

She may only have a few hours.

I can get past the guard,
no problem.

But for you, it's a big problem.

I think we can handle it.

- Blessings to you.
- And you, Mama.

This is your first time with us.

I heard so much
about the ceremonies,

I thought I had
to come see them for myself.

It's a good time. Today we
make an offering to Baron Samdi.

How exciting!

But you can't meet
the Baron like that.

- It'd be an insult.
- Why, what's wrong?

Your tie is loose.
Let Mama fix it.

Mama.

What are you doing to me?
Come on now.

Mama!

Oh, too tight?
I'll loosen it.

Stop! You're
making it tighter.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Let me try again.
Oh, don't move.

That's much better.

Thank you, Mama.

MacGyver?

Here.

It's not nice to scare Mama.

This way.

Maybe it would be wiser
if you went back.

What are you, crazy? I'm dying to
meet this Samdi myself. Let's go.

Spare him.
He doesn't understand.

All right, why don't you go ahead?
I'll look for Cherine.

You be careful, MacGyver.

Mama Lorraine!
What a pleasant surprise.

I'm so happy that you've
decided to join us.

Do I know you?

Oh, no.
But of course, I know you,

by your reputation.

All of Little Haiti knows
Mama Lorraine.

- Oh, Baron Samdi!
- Baron Samdi.

Baron Samdi!

Welcome, children!

In the name of Baron Samdi.

In the name of the old ones.

- Papa Legba!
- Papa Legba...

- Shango...
- Shango...

- Marassa...
- Marassa...

- Ogun...
- Ogun...

- DeDe!
- DeDe!

Their hearts cry out
to their people,

who have seen
their homeland torn apart

by anarchy and chaos!

Their hearts cry out
for their people cast upon

a cruel, foreign shore.

Lands that persecute
our beliefs.

We who hear your pleas,
old ones,

feel your anger!

You. We have the power

to conquer all enemies.

All obstacles.

Even death.

This girl was an enemy.

Now she is an enemy no more!

I have sent her to
meet Baron Samdi,

in his garden.

But I will bring her back,

and when I do,

she will be my servant.

Now, dance, children.

Rejoice!

I leave you now,

but I will return,

and bring our
little sister back.

The power of the people.

Cherine?

Cherine.

Cherine.

Cherine.

Can you imagine what
could be done with

this power in the hands
of the right leaders?

- Such as yourself?
- Not just myself.

For there's enough to share,

especially if you
were to join us.

- Join you?
- Yes. You are a mambo.

You have great influence
on this community.

With your participation,
the people will be convinced

that we are the true
power in Little Haiti.

I am a high priestess of voudon.

I could not join this
circus show.

I think I want to move
a little closer to the stage.

You will consider my offer.

Remember, those who are
not with us

are our enemies.

You don't want to be our enemy.

I will consult the spirits.

Well, don't take too long.

Even the spirits
run out of patience.

Cherine?

Are we too late?

Mama, it's nuts.

She's got no pulse
and she's not breathing,

but I think she's alive.

Not for long.

If she doesn't get the antidote soon,
she'll never recover.

Don't try to talk, Cherine.
We'll get you to a hospital soon, girl.

Unfortunately, hospitals
are for the living.

She has departed life.

It would be unwise to move.

I see that you have made
your decision, Mama.

Too bad.

Take him!

Sergeant Concasseur,
keep an eye on the witch.

Oh, God!

Don't try to fight it.

Now, you are one of the undead.

Stay still, MacGyver.

The more you move,
the faster the poison works.

Breathe deep,
get lots of oxygen.

That won't help him for long.

Even now he can feel
his joints stiffened,

his muscles freezing like ice.

Soon he will hear
his own heart beating,

slower and slower,

until it stops.

Or until he is given
the antidote.

That choice is yours, Mama.

What do you mean?

I was going to perform the zombie
ceremony with Cherine myself.

But if you, a true mambo,

one the people know and trust,
were to perform the ceremony,

that would convince them that we
truly possess the power of voudon.

I am a priestess,
not a showgirl!

You will do as I say,

if you care about your friend.

All you have to do is perform
the ceremony and awaken the girl.

Once the people have seen
that you are on our side,

you can revive your friend
and we will all part ways.

How can you watch him
suffer like this?

Stay calm, MacGyver.

Mama will do what she must do.

Mama.

And you will do
what you must do.

Eat it. It's datura leaf.

Only enough to prolong
you for a short time.

Without more you will die.

Papa Legba protect you.

Well, what is it to be?

I'll do it.

But if you cross me,

I'll show you more than
chemistry and acting.

Take her to my chamber.

Place him inside.

You are indeed fortunate,
MacGyver.

You are going to witness
something few people have ever seen.

Your own burial.

Seal the coffin.

Turn.

MacGyver! I thought
you were a burglar.

Oh, I was poisoned, I had to
let myself in to get the antidote.

What are you doing here?

I was sent to retrieve this.

But now it seems I have two
jobs to do for Colonel Devraux.

Datura stramonium.

A harmful substance,

but a strong remedy for the
symptoms of tetrodotoxin poisoning.

That's the poison in blowfish,

like the ones in your office.

Bravo.

You would have still needed to visit
a hospital if you were to fully recover.

Make yourself comfortable.

I'll call Sergeant Concasseur.
He and his men can deal with you.

Cherine and the students
trusted you.

Of course. It was my job
to gain their trust.

So are you on Devraux's payroll,

or is he controlling you
with a voodoo doll?

Really, MacGyver,

don't tell me you
believe that superstition.

Well, I like to keep
an open mind.

Sometimes you just have
to have a little faith.

Colonel Devraux says to hurry.

If this is not done properly,
it could be deadly.

Just being in this room,

breathing the air, can kill you

So don't tell me to hurry.

Yes, well,

you just make sure you
put on a good show, Mama.

Radegonde, Baron Samdi,

guardian of the cemetery.

You who have the power
to go into purgatory,

you the Loa must continue.

You must build new
temples in this new land,

and you must join us as we
build new temples in this new land.

Break my jar!

The mambo repeats
the sacred chant.

Sacred Loa,
let the powers work for us.

Wake up, Cherine.

Come back to us
from the Baron's garden.

I call on Papa Legba.

I call on Damballa.

I call on Erzulie.

Everybody's here
for your party, Cherine.

Wake up and join us.

Come back to the living,
little sister.

Come on, girl.

Don't let it win.

Welcome back, Cherine.

It's time for the Baron to
make his entrance again

and bless the ceremony.

Don't let them leave the stage.

Yes, sir, Colonel Devraux.

Take your position.

Get up, girl, you've
got to move.

Get the medicine circulating.

That's it.

You'll be all right now, girl.
Keep moving, one step at a time,

keep your blood flowing,
don't stop.

That's it, Cherine.
Keep walking.

You've got to move those legs.

If you lay down the poison
will start to work again.

You've got to work those muscles.
Get your blood flowing.

Remember that, girl. This is no
time to relax. You've got to fight it.

Don't worry, girl.
You'll be all right now.

Just keep moving
and stay on your feet.

Force yourself to walk.
That's the way, girl.

One step at a time. Good.

You got the idea.
Keep walking.

Go see what's keeping the colonel.

Baron!

I come to you in the
name of Baron Samdi.

Hear me, children.
I must speak.

MacGyver, are you crazy?

That doesn't sound
like the colonel.

Listen to me.

You have been deceived
and lied to.

These men abuse the gods

and use them for evil.

They possess no magic,

only greed.

They are your enemies!

Listen to the Baron,
he is speaking the truth!

That's not the colonel!

Stop him!

After them! Stop them!

That's him.

My foot! I cannot move!

MacGyver.

I'm glad they let you
out of the hospital.

You feeling better now?

Good as new, Mama.
Thanks.

You know, I talked to Denise.

She told me Cherine will be
recovered in time to

testify against Devraux
and his people.

They misused the gods badly.

The spirits will be avenged.

Well, with all due respect, Mama,
I think the courts will put them away

before the spirits do.

Really, MacGyver?

How can you say that after all
you've seen and experienced?

Okay. I admit it.

I have a lot to learn
about your religion. Yes.

For Papa Legba, the god of
communication and understanding.

You know, after all your luck,
you owe the spirits a goat.

A goat?

But don't worry.

I told them you're a vegetarian.

Ah!

Well, like I told MacGyver,

if anyone could trace a family tree,
it's Dr. Irwin Malcolm.

Now, the MacGyver name disappears
somewhere in the 17th century,

but the M'Iver clan
can be traced

all the way back
to the 14th century.

Is there any proof
this M'Iver clan

has anything to do
with my family?

Proof? Proof, lad,

we've got the strongest
of indications.

We're talking about a time
of limited population.

The similarity
of the two names alone,

M'Iver and MacGyver,

is enough to indicate kinship.

But on top of that,

the first recorded
chief of the clan

in the 14th century,
Iain M'Iver,

shares the same first name

with his 17th century
counterpart, Iain MacGyver.

Yeah, but that could
be a coincidence, right?

Aye. But, both men
gave their son

the same first name
as you have, Mr. MacGyver.

And that, dear boy,
is more than coincidence.

All the way back
to the 14th century.

That's amazing.

There's more to it
than that, eh?

See for yourself.

The seventh century?

They hardly kept
records back then.

I know that.
You think I'm a nincompoop?

But my search has led me
to mysterious references

of yet another Iain M'Iver.

In numerous Gaelic poems

dating all the way back
to the seventh century,

they tell of a man
who fell prey to great evil,

and died shackled in a dungeon,

a victim of wrongful captivity.

And, before you even ask,
I'll tell you,

the answer's yes.

The seventh century
Iain M'Iver's son

also had your first name.

MacGyver, I'm impressed.

A friend with roots
in medieval history.

Yeah, yeah.

Your friend Malcolm's
real interesting,

but his methods
aren't too scientific.

Oh, come on, he's the best.
I swear it.

Listen, he found whole
generations of my ancestors

I didn't even know I had.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Hurry it up, will you?
I don't want to spend all day here.

Come on, man, move it!

I'm going as fast as I can.

- Well, that's not very smart.
- What?

There.

Perfect. Got it.

Hey!

Look out!

Are you mad? Away, fool.

Run!

Get up.

Look at the clothing
on that bloke.

The horses are coming. A stranger.

Move, fool!

Away, fool.
The horses are coming. Make haste!

You got to be kidding me.

Galahad is down!

Galahad is down.

Duncan will finish him.

Poor Galahad.

Sir Galahad?
The Sir Galahad?

Hey, what's going on here?
Where's Pete?

Silence, stranger!

What's this?

Sir Galahad,
the king's favorite,

whimpering like
a frightened chambermaid?

Joust the second round
or prepare to die.

My arm, Duncan.

I cannot move it.

Pity, pretty Galahad.

Spare him, Duncan.
Let Galahad live.

Have mercy! I pray you.

There is no mercy in battle!

No, wait!

Who is this bumpkin?

All right, all right.
What's the joke?

Who are you guys?

You dare interrupt Sir Duncan
in knightly combat?

Knightly combat?

Come on, where am I?

Camelot, you fool!

Camelot, eh?

Look, I hate to butt in,

but you can't kill Sir Galahad.

It'll screw up history.

What history?

Well, Galahad's gonna lead
a quest to find the Holy Grail.

He can't die.

The Holy Grail?

Yes, the Holy Grail.
Trust me, I...

I know about these things.

Who is this babbling fool?

Perhaps a sorcerer
from some foreign land.

Observe the strange clothing.

Sorcerer?
No, forget about it.

I'm no sorcerer.

Beware, Duncan.
I sense demon magic.

Duncan fears no man nor magic.

Your choice, stranger.

Second your fallen friend
or watch him die.

Second?

Exactly what does that mean?

You ride in his stead
in the next round of combat.

Look, can't we just talk?

No talk!

Ride or watch him die!

All right. All right, you win.

I'll second him.

You will do this for me,
stranger?

I don't see any way
out of this. Do you?

Use my armor, friend.

Yeah. It looks a little heavy.

Keep it. Thanks.

Choose your weapon, friend,
be it lance or halberd.

Uh...

Neither.

The fool fights
without arms or armor.

Can I use that rope?

Fetch him that rope.
Let him hang himself.

See to Galahad.

The field of battle is not a
place for wounded doves.

A rope against the lance?
The stranger is mad.

A fool is more like it.

Let the contest begin!

Oh, man.

Coward, fight!

Duncan, Duncan, are you harmed?

Away! Away!

A fine contest, good sir.

Glorious combat.

I like this not at all.

♪ Listen, ye lords,
to the tale that I sing ♪

♪ To the marvel and wondrous
and distant thing ♪

♪ The stranger appeared
in Galahad's time ♪

♪ Accepting
Dread Duncan's fight ♪

♪ Shunning armor and lance
with his length of twine ♪

♪ He felled
the mighty knight ♪

♪ He felled
the mighty knight ♪

His Majesty, King Arthur,

sovereign of the Round Table.

Hey, Pete!

Stay your tongue.
Kneel.

Do not address Arthur
in such a manner.

He's our king.

Right.

When did he lose his eyesight?

In an ambush
by Queen Morgana last year.

She abducted my betrothed,
Cecilia,

and left King Arthur for dead.

The stranger stands
before you, sire.

It seems we have a
courageous stranger in our midst.

He had no cause, sire.

It was Galahad's fight.

And Galahad's cowardice
that brought the stranger...

That will do, Sir Duncan.

I am displeased
with this whole affair.

We have enough troubles
without my knights

fighting among themselves.

And even today I had news

that Queen Morgana has created
a monstrous new weapon

that has the power to kill
people from great distance.

This is evil indeed.

But now I fear
if we do not move at once

to rescue the precious Cecilia,

we may be too late.

I have said that
all along, sire.

Thank you, Sir Duncan.

Now, please,
honor me with your silence.

Yes, sire.

Galahad.

Yes, sire?

Have your wounds been tended?

Yes, sire. Tended well.

Good. Now what have you
to say about this stranger?

When he saw
I could not fight, sire,

he risked his life to save mine.

But for him,
I would not be here.

It seems we owe you a
debt of gratitude, stranger.

Just glad I could help.

Oh, perhaps you will
tell us who you are

and how you came to be among us.

To be honest with you, sir,

I'm a little fuzzy
on the details.

But um, well, my
name's MacGyver and I...

Kill him!

Hold, knights!

This stranger is worthy
of an explanation.

Thank you, king.
I appreciate that.

What'd I say?

The pronouncement of your name.

MacGyver?

All right, all right.
I won't say it again.

Though you say it strangely,

the M'Iver name is banished,

even from pronouncement
on pain of death.

Can I ask why?

Because of the treacherous union

of Iain M'Iver
and my half sister,

the evil Morgana.

That vile partnership

has claimed the lives
of many innocent people

and my own vision.

And even now it threatens
the life of our precious Cecilia

who is held prisoner
in their filthy dungeons.

With all due respect, sir...

Your Majesty, I think a terrible
mistake has been made here.

I think my ancestor
has been wrongly accused.

I--I don't think he's hooked up

with this Morgana
character at all.

In fact,
there's a pretty good chance

that he's also
been victimized by her,

destined to die in her dungeon.

- How know you these things?
- You speak of the future.

Silence!

What, pray tell,
prompts these beliefs?

Well, it's a little hard
to explain, Your Majesty,

but, uh, I do have
knowledge of a future time.

This is evil knowledge, Arthur.

Iain M'Iver will
be falsely accused

and die in wrongful captivity.

At least, that's the way
history is gonna record it.

Sire, there is danger here.

Evil in our midst.

We must purge ourselves
of its presence.

Death to the sorcerer!

Kill him!

Sire, let me be the one
to spill his vile blood.

Hold! Knights, hold!

There is no need
for rash action.

The stranger claims
the gift of prophecy.

Merlin,

but you are the most
powerful sorcerer in the land.

Show him your magic

and then we will put him
to the test.

Goodly plan, sire.

Are you sure, Arthur?

Sure?

Does the King's magician
question the court's authority?

Never, my king.

But always before,
in matters of sorcery,

I have had your trust.

Perhaps the pain of your wounds

has made you forget
the loyalty that I have...

My wounds have healed.

My wounds have
nothing to do with this.

- Merlin is right, sire.
- Silence!

Now hear this, one and all.

I need not eyes to lead
whilst I can think!

As long as I sit
upon this throne

and wield this blessed sword,

I am Arthur, your king!

And I, Merlin,
your obedient servant.

I will test
the stranger's magic.

Magic? Test?

Wait a minute,
you got it all wrong.

Silence!

I call upon the power of virtue,

Lugnota,

to blight all evil
from our midst!

Seranaculoris! Zachronomtos!

His rope, a lifeless object...

He has the rope
in his hands, sire.

...which will come to life.

He has placed it on the ground.

Zignon. Zuntan.

Look, it's rising.

Halvnor. Caran.

Abnon. Sacharon.

Igtril. Sminje!

Bravo!

Merlin has demonstrated
his power.

Now you must offer proof of yours.

Or for having falsely
claimed the gift,

forfeit your life.

You guys don't mess around,
do you?

All right.

Okay.

Merlin's magic
has awakened the rope.

I shall lay it to sleep again.

This...

This is demon sorcery, sire.

The magic of destruction.

We must blight this evil
presence from our midst

before it is too late!

Hold, knights! Hold!

He will have his due.

Show us some good magic,
stranger.

Some magic of creation,

or by this court you must die.

You guys are so strict.

Yes, Your Majesty,
I have just the thing.

With this tiny stick,

I shall create

fire.

He's done it, sire!
He's done it!

You have proven yourself,
MacIver.

Your magic is good.

And for good,
we pray it will serve.

We are twice blessed,
this court.

The magic of Merlin combined
with the magic of MacIver

may be the force that is needed

to bring Morgana to her knees!

Hear me, sire, please!

If I am to go against
the mighty Morgana,

let me be in the company
of a knight of the court.

Any knight.

Merlin is right, sire.

The law requires
even the great Merlin

to be accompanied on any mission
by a knight in the king's service.

I am aware of the rules,
Sir Duncan.

Then, sire, if, uh,

the gentle Sir Galahad

is too weakened by his
injuries to rescue his betrothed,

send me, sire.

I have another thought,
Sir Duncan.

I...

I have another... Oh...

Sire!

Help me get him
to his tent, quickly.

Excuse me.
Can you speak, Your Majesty?

- Can you describe your pain?
- No.

If you don't mind,
healing is my domain.

Be my guest.

Merlin,
what is that supposed to do?

Watch and learn.

Excuse me, Merlin.

He's gonna need
more than a song.

How dare you!

He's been poisoned!

We've got to move fast.

- How did you ascertain this?
- I don't have time to explain.

Eggs. I need three or four
eggs and a clean goblet.

I forbid this intrusion
on my authority!

Merlin, I don't
have time to explain.

I need your help!

I don't suppose
anyone has a pestle?

I am an alchemist.
My cloak is my laboratory.

Hang on, Your Majesty.

This won't taste too good
but it should do the trick.

Drink. Drink.

You'll be all right.

If you fail, MacIver...

This is not a test, Duncan.

I'm trying to save your king.

Who prepared the king's food?

The new page who just joined us.

We must find him!

Come! Come!

How are you feeling, sir?

Oh, better.

I'm burning.

That should clear up.

Someone poisoned your food,
Your Majesty.

- Poison?
- Yes.

Who would dare such treachery?

Merlin.

Yes, sire?

Leave us, please.

Yes, sire.

Give me your hand.

I hardly know you, MacIver.

But I have seen your virtue
and your valor.

I would bestow
knighthood on you,

so you can ride with Merlin
against Morgana.

The rumors of her new weapon

were much graver
than I dared report.

It is whispered that tomorrow

she will test the new weapon
on our own Cecilia.

As my knight,
you can help to stop her.

- But, Your Majesty...
- And in so doing,

perhaps find your ancestor,

clear your name forever

and restore your family honor.

I can see why they made
you king, Your Majesty.

Up here!
I found him! Quickly!

Make haste!

He fell, caught like
a rat in a trap.

We have him now.

I caught him trying
to sneak out of camp.

Look what he was carrying.

Sire, you know
I've done nothing wrong.

Silence!

Is this gold yours?

Answer truly.

Well, yes, sire.
I answer truly.

Then...

- To your maker.
- Stop!

You killed him.
He didn't have a chance.

A just punishment for the crime.

How do you know he was the one?

He admitted his guilt.

I apologize, Your Majesty,
but there were

serious related matters
that required attention.

As you know,
the murderous page was slain,

caught trying to flee.

It was reported so.

He was in possession
of these, Your Majesty.

This gold belongs to Merlin.

I myself gifted it to him.

Unhand me, I say,
traitorous toadstools!

Unhand me this instant

or I'll turn you
into dragon drunge!

Well, what is the meaning
of this?

Your Majesty, I appeal to you!

I demand an explanation!

An immediate explanation!

Sire, it grieves me
to bring you this news.

But we have
reason to believe that

Merlin the Magician himself
conspired to assassinate you.

Merlin?

That is a vile and
insidious lie, Your Majesty!

Upon what evidence, may I ask?

A few pieces of gold?

There is more
than just the gold, sire.

Minutes ago,

Merlin was observed
washing out the same vial

that was found here
earlier in your tent.

Of course I washed it out,
you fool.

It's mine!

Obviously stolen, like the gold,
by the murderous page!

Also, sire, this
parchment was found on the page.

It reads, "For agreed service"

and it bears
Merlin's personal seal.

Liar!

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I was there.
When did you find that?

We searched the traitor's
clothing before he was buried.

Is this so, Merlin?

Your seal?

No, no!

Uh, perhaps, uh,
he stole that as well.

Uh, uh, perhaps--perhaps
when I went to wash.

Sire, the law states that
if any member of the court

is suspected of wrongdoing,

his fate shall be determined

by his fellow knights
in a Council of Judgment.

This is an outrage!

Don't let them do this,
Your Majesty.

Tell them. You know me!

We have no choice, sire.

I'm sorry, my friend.

It is the law.

So be it.

Confine him to his quarters

until the council
has reached its judgment.

- No! My king!
- Come along now. This way.

This is Merlin,
your friend through the years!

Stop them! Your Majesty!

I beseech you!
I am innocent! I am innocent!

How could this happen?

Of all people,

my own dear friend.

Your Majesty, I don't
believe Merlin is guilty.

If I could use
some of his supplies,

I might be able to prove that.

Yes. Do it.

Do it quickly, MacIver.

And God be with you.

God be with you.

Knights of the Round Table,

we are gathered here
to assess the evidence

against Merlin the Magician,

who stands accused of
conspiring to take the very life

of our sovereign, King Arthur.

The law of this court provides
that we be of one mind

and vote with unanimity

regardless of our determination.

The Council of Judgment
is convened.

Make yourself comfortable,
why don't you?

My home is your home,
apparently.

Just ravage my things
as though they were your own.

Merlin,
I'm trying to save your life.

My life is worthless now.

An embarrassment.
A humiliation.

A veritable bed of thorns.

An insignificant consolation,
however,

might be for you to apprise me
of what it is you are doing.

Merlin, I think
the poison that was used

was applied to this knife,

passed to the mutton
when it was cut

and then activated by the wine.

Now if that's true, it was a
very special kind of poison.

And I doubt
you could have made it.

What are you talking about?

I am Merlin.
I can make anything.

Not in this lab, you can't.

But, in order for me
to prove my theory,

I got to be able to isolate
all the ingredients.

And that's what
this contraption's all about.

Assuming, of course, I can get
enough current out of this battery.

Dragon drunge.

You're gonna have to tell me
what that means someday.

It is so difficult to conceive.

Merlin killing Arthur?

They were always like brothers.

Not always, my friend.

Have you forgot the time
of the Northman invasion?

When Merlin dreamt a vision
of slaughter so terrible,

he openly opposed
King Arthur's battle plan

in front of all his knights,

calling in question
his very ability to lead?

But that was years past, Duncan.

They've long since
made their peace.

Have they?

Or has Merlin's anger
lingered on,

festering, waiting
for a chance for vengeance?

Nay, this very day, did not Merlin again
call in question the king's authority?

"Are you sure, my Lord?

"Perhaps it is the pain
from your wounds."

No, no, no.

My fellow knights,
the signs are clear.

The evidence is monstrous!

Merlin the magician,

finding his chance for revenge,

did, with his own hands,

compound the deadly poison.

And did conspire
to take the very life

of his friend and benefactor,

our own sovereign, King Arthur!

And for this,

he must forfeit his own life.

So I'm making an electrophoresis.

Is that Greek?

No, it's a machine.

What's a machine?

I knew you were gonna ask that.

All right, here goes nothing.
Keep your fingers crossed.

"Here goes nothing"?

"Keep your finger crossed"?

My life is in the balance
and you talk riddles?

Clichés, actually.

Here we go.

Come on, come on.

That's it.

What?

I'm seeing it,
but I don't believe it.

The knights come.

They've reached a judgment.

Unless I'm mistaken,
that's vanadium.

A binary poison
in the seventh century.

A binary poison?

What nonsense
are you talking about?

Something that's not supposed to be
developed for another thousand years.

- You, go with him.
- Yes, sir.

When was the last time
you were in Scotland?

Scotland? What's that?

Uh, uh, Caledonia to you.

Caledonia? Are you mad?
I've never been there.

That's Morgana land.

What kind of a fool
do you take me for?

An innocent fool, Merlin.

And I think I just proved it.

Merlin the Magician,

you've been found guilty
by our Council of Judgment

for the attempted murder
of our sovereign, King Arthur

and will be taken at once
to the execution field

to be burnt at the stake.

What?

Wait a minute. You guys
are making a big mistake here.

Take him away!

You can't do this!
I am innocent!

I would never kill Arthur!

Have you all gone mad?

You can't do this!

Duncan!

Duncan, listen to me.
Will you listen to me?

This is an outrage!

You're taking an innocent man.

You'll regret this!

- I can prove it!
- Ride now! Away!

Wait.

Go, go, go!

Arthur, Your Majesty.

We must stop the execution.

Merlin is not guilty.

We'll be alone now.

Yes, sire.

What do you say?

Whoever poisoned you used
an ore that is found only in Scot...

In Caledonia.

The Highlands.

- That's Morgana country.
- Yes.

Merlin has never been there.
None of my people have.

Wait.

Except Duncan.

He made a journey there
himself, alone,

this last week,

as a symbol of his courage.

I've got to stop them, sir.

Hold, wait.

Take this, the royal seal,
for authority.

Thank you, sir.

Knights!

You are murdering
an innocent man.

I am no assassin.
I am Merlin.

Your friend. Your magician.

Consider the shame, the remorse.

Consider his anger!

Start the fire.

You, Ector, you would do this?

You would dare
the wrath of your sorcerer?

It will be terrible!

Do it!

Your king has so commanded!

Hear me, Ector!

I will conjure dark curses

and haunt you into eternity.

One spark, Ector,

your fingers will rot.

Your eyeballs will spin
in your head.

Your innards will melt
with the flames of my pyre!

This I swear!

Ector, the fire! At once!

May the demons of darkness
possess your soul

and those of your name

for generations to come
if you move!

Give me the torch.

I fear no man.

No, Duncan. Duncan, no!

Let this punishment be done.

Duncan, no!

A hex on you for this!

Help! Help!

Help!

Hold it! Wait.

What are you doing?
Stop it! Stop it!

Stop that!

I'm trying to help you!

Take him! Hold him fast!

Don't listen to him.
You're killing an innocent man!

Meddlesome fool!
Light the torch.

No, wait!

The King has authorized me
to stop this execution. Let go!

Merlin is not your man.

Duncan is the guilty one!

- Duncan?
- He's in league with Merlin.

He betrays our king!

Yes, there has been a betrayal,
but it's not mine or Merlin's.

The poison used against the
king came from Morgana land.

Merlin's never been there.

None of the knights have.

Only you, Duncan.

The intruder lies!

Think about it.

Who's been pushing this
from the very start?

Who killed the page
before he could speak?

Who found the evidence?

Who called
for the Council of Judgment?

As a very good playwright
will say one day, Duncan,

"Methinks thou doth
protest too much."

I'm tired of your ravings!

You have countermanded
an order of my king!

Your king gave me his seal as
authority to stop this execution.

He knows
who the guilty party is.

Duncan is the assassin!

Hold!

We must advise our king.

♪ Sir Mac and Merlin
embarked this day ♪

♪ On a gallant
but perilous game ♪

♪ To free Cecilia
from the cell ♪

♪ And purge
the M'Iver name ♪

♪ And purge the M'Iver name ♪

Well sung, goodly verse.

You seem prepared
for all contingencies, Merlin.

One must be prepared, Arthur.

Know that your king will rejoice
at his friend's return.

I bid you good fortune,
my magician.

Thank you, my king.

Sir, M'Iver comes before you.

This is a day of import
for both our families.

She must live, MacIver.

Save Cecilia.

For Galahad

and for us all.

I'll do my best, sir.

You take neither sword
nor shield?

I like to travel lightly, sire.

The suit's heavy enough.

As you wish.

This amulet

had I with me for many years.

A symbol of good fortune.

It kept me safe.

Now it is yours.

This is the royal favor.

The highest honor

reserved only for
Knights of the Round Table.

Now we are one.

Godspeed, my son.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

There. The only passageway
to Morgana's kingdom.

They say it holds
unspeakable dangers.

Sounds great.

The cave was the domain
of the Dragon Bog,

a horrible beast
whose saliva could melt

the bark from trees.

It is said he died in there

and was swallowed by the ground.

We will proceed on foot.

Why?

It is safer.

There are dangers,

mysterious soft spots.

Many have disappeared.

You can do what you like.

The cave of darkness.

So I guessed.

Wow, what a stink!

The vapors of Bog,

forever marking
the site of his demise.

Some legacy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Looks like Duncan
took his horse in there.

Then he's both fool
and scoundrel.

To think that
I one time called him friend.

Help me, please!

My horse threw me.
I fear my leg is broken.

Speak of the vermin!

I'll help the traitorous scum.

Merlin!

Could be a trap.

He's mine, MacIver.

No more orders from you.

Oh, I'm going to enjoy this.

Merlin.

I told you,
no more orders, MacIver.

All right, Merlin,
but at least be quiet!

You're mine, Duncan!

Duncan!

Well, well.

Duncan.

Look what I've snared.

Help us. Please!

I must apologize, but Queen Morgana
is expecting my presence.

If not for you,
I could have brought her

Arthur's head as proof

and claimed the fair Cecilia
as my reward.

Now I must lie.

I hate liars.

Morgana!

Merlin.

You and your friend are going
to need some strong magic.

I only hope you're up to it.

If it gets too difficult,
remember,

you can always let go.

Last time on MacGyver.

The MacGyver name disappears
somewhere in the 17th century,

but the M'Iver clan
can be traced

all the way back
to the 14th century.

Yeah, but that could be
coincidence, right?

Aye. But, both men
gave their son

the same first name as you have.

Hey!

Look out!

Look at the clothing
on that bloke.

He's a common stranger.

- Move, fool.
- All right.

All right.
What's the joke?

Who are you guys?

You dare interrupt Sir Duncan
in knightly combat?

Knightly combat?
Come on, where am I?

Camelot, you fool!

Let the contest begin!

Oh, man.

His Majesty, King Arthur.

Galahad, now what have you
to say about this stranger?

When he saw
I could not fight, sire,

he risked his life to save mine.

I have another...

He's been poisoned!

But we have reason to believe
that Merlin the Magician himself

conspired to assassinate you.

Merlin?

Merlin is not guilty.

Whoever poisoned you used an
ore that is found only in Scot...

In Caledonia.

The Highlands.

- That's Morgana country.
- Yes.

Merlin has never been there.
None of my people have.

Except Duncan.

Duncan is the guilty one!

You have countermanded
an order of my king!

Your king gave me his seal as
authority to stop this execution!

He knows who
the guilty party is.

Give me your hand.

I would bestow
knighthood on you,

so you can ride
with Merlin against Morgana.

The rumors of her new weapon were
much graver than I dared report.

As my knight,
you can help to stop her.

- But, Your Majesty...
- And in so doing,

find your ancestor,

clear your name forever.

There.

The only passageway
to Morgana's kingdom.

They say it holds
unspeakable dangers.

Help me, please!

Speak of the vermin.

I'll help the traitorous scum!

You're mine, Duncan!

Well, well.

Morgana!

Merlin.

You and your friend are going
to need some strong magic.

I only hope you're up to it.

If it gets too difficult,
remember,

you can always let go.

That's it.

Grab on to the slat, Merlin,
I can't pull us up alone.

I'll fall!

You will if you don't help.
Now grab the slats!

Pull! Pull hard!

And hope this blade holds.

Let's go.

Come on, Merlin, help.

Pull, Merlin! Please.

A little more and we can tip it!

A little more.

All right.

Stop!

Hey, Merlin.

- Yeah.
- Follow me.

I'm gonna swivel around
and lay across the pivot point.

Swivel? Pivot point?

Speak English!

Just work with me
on this, will you?

Yes. That's it.

Stay centered.

That's it, all right.

Now crawl over me.

But don't shift your weight.

Why do I have to go first?

Because you're on top of me
and I can't move!

Now just crawl, will you?

Man, you could use a deodorant.

What?

Never mind! Just crawl.

Will you tell me when
you're gonna move like that?

You just about dumped me!

A just fate, if you ask me.

I find you despicable!

I just saved your life!

Of course you did.
Show off.

You're always
grabbing attention.

- What?
- Don't deny it.

I have eyes.

Who ruined
my dancing rope trick?

Humiliated me
in front of my own king?

Who discovered the poison?

Proved this, solved that.

Then, you had the gall
to come riding up

and spray me
with that disgusting potion!

You were being
burnt at the stake!

I put out the fire!

I know, that's just the point!

I was about to do it myself!

I am Merlin,
King Arthur's magician.

Those are the feats
they expect me to perform.

I've never had to
contend with a rival!

Wait a minute!

Let's get something straight,
right here and now.

I am not your rival.

I do not want your job.
Believe me.

All I want to do right now
is to clear my family name,

and help you keep Morgana from
using that new weapon of hers. Okay?

Fine. The sooner
we get that done,

the sooner I put you behind me.

Gratitude.

Fall asleep, and I'll
have your eyelids.

Yes, Magnificence.

Open it.

How is my beautiful target?

Losing faith, are we?

Never.

Galahad will come, you'll see.

He'd best hurry.

Before night falls

you will become
a part of history.

The first test
for my killing machine.

Oh, you should be proud,
my dear.

My triumph will be
your glorious doom.

You don't mind if I walk next
to you for a while, do you?

Of course I don't, so long as
we're clear on who's leading.

Merlin, this is your party.

I'm just here to assist, okay?

Is that water?

It's wine.

Wine?

That'll kill you
on a trek like this.

Merlin, I'm serious.

Science has proven that alcohol
actually depletes your energy.

I'm not interested
in your instruction.

Keep your science for Morgana.

We'll need all we can get,

since you're not offering much
in the way of armament, hmm?

Soon I will write
the pages of history.

Yes, Magnificence.

When I arm the lowly
Visigoths with killing machines,

the mighty Moors will fall.

All Hispania will be mine.

Then, we will march on Rome
and demand their surrender.

And I will control all the
trade routes to China.

A fair beginning,
don't you think?

Yes, Magnificence.

Today, the western Roman Empire,

tomorrow, the world.

Yes, Magnificence!

You don't even know
what I'm talking about.

We have made it, MacIver!

There's our way out.

I've safely led us through
the cave of darkness.

Merlin, it's all right.
It's just a rock.

How was I to know that?

In the face of danger,
one must react.

Reacting's good, yes.

I certainly wasn't frightened,
if that's what you're thinking.

I wasn't thinking that.
You did the right thing.

Of course.

MacIver.

Merlin, whatever you do,

don't react.

What manner of creature
has Morgana brought forth?

I think it's a dog with a mask.

A devil dog.
Morgorgonidum!

Merlin, I don't think
he likes that.

- What are you doing?
- I used to be good at this.

Please, Merlin, don't do that.

You are right.

A miss might go badly for us.

Uh, wait.

Now what?

An alchemically
strategic maneuver.

Uh, brilliant, if I do say so.

This ploy will repel
any creature on earth.

You can say that again.

This ploy will repel
any creature on earth.

Never mind. Never mind.

Spread this on your skin.

Are you kiddin'?

I'd get arrested for
puttin' that in a sewer.

Besides, I think the stench
is making him madder.

What are you doing
with the king's amulet?

You just hang on,
I think this will work.

Naturally. It's your idea.

It must be superior.

Merlin, I swear to you, if this
doesn't work, I'll try your muck.

We could be dead by then.
Try it!

MacIver,
we have no time for this.

Hurry! It's getting loose.

I don't mean to rush you,
but whatever you are doing,

could you please hurry?

Or that monster
is going to get loose

and have the two of us
for supper.

MacIver!

I knew it!
It doesn't work.

I've just got to find
the right pitch.

Pitch? Are you mad?

It's not making
any sound at all!

We can't hear these notes,
but the dog can.

If I can find one high enough,
it might scare him away.

This is madness.

An invisible music.
I've never heard such foolishness!

MacIver, we're truly done for!

Pew!

Proportion is everything.

Proper proportion
is all that stands

between me and immortality.

Better!

Zeus!

You've come to mama,
my baby boy.

Now, what made you run home?

Did something get by
my baby boy? Hmm?

Guard! On your feet, fool!

Yes, Magnificence.

Take Zeus to the feeding pen,

and reward him with a prisoner
before returning him to his post.

Yes, my queen.

Come, Zeus.
Good dog. Nice dog.

This means we're having
unexpected guests.

Good.

There it is.

Morgana's castle.

The heart of evil.

Looks real hospitable.

I think it only fair
to warn you.

I'm not the magician I once was.

Seeing how you vanquished
Morgana's beast

made me realize

I'm getting old.

Things don't work
like they used to.

Some things not at all.

Oh, you don't give
yourself enough credit.

This is no time
for blowing my own antler.

You should know, you're about
to confront the evil Morgana

with a used-up sorcerer.

I don't think so.

I think you're better today
than you've ever been,

because now you have
the magic of wisdom

to go along
with everything else.

Merlin, you gotta
trust me on this.

I know.
History will bear me out.

You'll go down as the
greatest magician of all time.

Really.

The greatest

of all time.

Well,

it is only natural, I suppose.

Now what?

I always wondered
who invented that.

I was thinking,

as a gesture of goodwill
and of camaraderie,

you go first.

What a guy.

Look at this.
Morgana's laboratory.

Oh, how I've hungered
for her journal.

I don't believe it!

It smells like gunpowder.

What's gunpowder?

Nothing you'll ever miss.

- Oh, it can't be. No...
- What?

She's done it.

God forbid, she's done it.

What?

Morgana's discovered gunpowder

hundreds of years
before the Chinese.

This is bad, uh, for us?

Yes, Merlin, I think it is.

It could be very bad
for all of us.

This gunpowder will give Morgana

even more dangerous magic?

No, it's not magic. It certainly
is dangerous and destructive.

Looks like she's got enough
here to blow up half the kingdom.

Water, please.
I need water.

That's Cecilia.

Guard, please.

I will die without water.
I beg of you.

We've got to get the keys
from that guard.

I have an ancient potion

which will deliver him
to deepest sleep.

You sure?

A fool could administer it.

Centuries old.
Have no fear.

I told you.
Centuries old.

Yeah, yeah. Let's go.

You came.

But where is Galahad?

Galahad awaits you
in the forest.

Uh, this is my assistant.

I--I will explain when we
have escaped with our lives.

- Thank you, sir.
- Uh, MacGyver.

- Glad I could help.
- MacIver?

Are you related to Iain?
Iain M'Iver?

Why, yes, I believe I am.

Might we continue this
conversation after we escape?

He's right.
We should get out of here.

No, please.
I cannot leave.

Cecilia, my dear, we must
escape now or we may never.

No, you do not understand.

Iain kept me alive.

I cannot leave
without trying to help him.

Wait a minute.

You mean he's here?

Iain M'Iver's here now?

Yes. Ever since
Morgana stole his land

and started a terrible
rumor of their alliance.

There.

I don't know how he can
possibly be alive after her cruelty,

but I have to
find out for myself.

So do I.

Morgana did this.

She stopped his food and water,

and shackled him up
like this to die.

- How long ago?
- Many days.

He's alive!

Do I know you?

We are friends.

My son lives in hiding, scorned.

Your son?

Find him, please.

Tell him to walk without shame.

He must know

the M'Iver name is unsullied.

I did no wrong.
Tell him.

I'll do my best, Iain.
I promise.

What's your son's name?

I must know his name.

His name...

He's gone.

Dear friend, farewell.

Morgana hated the fact that
Iain's will was as strong as her own.

It drove her mad.

No matter what she'd do, he'd
always figure out a way to escape.

I was told

his son and I
had the same first name.

Guess I'll never know now.

Wait.

Iain tried to write his son a message
while he was still in neck shackles.

Yes. Here.

There's something.
It feels sticky.

No, I can't make it out.

I don't mean to alarm anyone,

but we shall be slain
if we are caught here.

No, please. There must
be something you can do.

I could burn the lettering out,
but that'd take time.

We must. I don't care.

If we don't find Iain's son,
he'll live out the rest of his days

like a thief in hiding.

Cecilia, please.

We are rescuing you

so you may live out
your days in happiness

with your Galahad.

Merlin, do you not understand?

If it were not for Iain,
I would not be alive to rescue.

There can be no happiness
in my freedom

if we don't at least try
to carry out his last wish.

Do what you can.
We must.

How's that guard doing?

Dead to the world.
As we soon shall be.

What an amazement. Fire.

Yeah, it comes in handy
once in a while.

It's working.

But what does it say?

Uh, some kind of code, maybe?

The writing.
It's so strange.

Perhaps it's another language.

Then it's done.

Can we admit defeat
and move on, please?

No, wait, wait.
Why, wait, that's it.

- No.
- Your barrette. Is it silver?

- Yes.
- I'll need it.

- Please.
- Merlin, do you have ammonia?

- What?
- Ammonia.

Uh, uh, spirits of hartshorn?

Why didn't you say so?

Of course I have
spirits of hartsorn.

Good, dab a little on there.

Now shine it up real well, I
want to be able to see myself.

What?

Just do it, Merlin.

We might as well clean the
dungeons while we're at it.

I'm sure Morgana
would appreciate it.

I think it's a mirror image.

Iain reversed the lettering on
purpose so it would be hard to read.

But why?

It's a message for his son.

He knew if his son ever found it,

he wouldn't quit
until he figured it out.

I trust this meets
with your approval.

That's great, Merlin.

"Walk in love.

Walk in service.

And you will walk in honor.

My beloved son...

"Angus."

Malcolm was right
about everything.

We have the same first name.

Oh, it's a beautiful name.

Maybe in your time,

but where I come from...

Well, well,
what an unexpected pleasure.

I'm impressed.

My brother's buffoon sorcerer

and the knight
I've never properly met.

My name is MacGyver.

I'm related to Iain.

Oh.

Pity for you,

but nice for me.

Guard, the glass.

Within the hour,

you can all participate
in my crowning achievement.

The world's most advanced
killing machine.

I'm sure you'll
make most interesting

and handsome targets.

So, this is my fate.

Merlin the target.

It is my fault.

I brought this upon both of you.

Hey, wait a minute,
we're not done yet.

Merlin, I want you to start cutting
your robe into one long strip of cloth.

- W-What?
- Here, use my knife.

It's got scissors.

Uh, Cecilia, are those quills
in the top of your dress there?

Why, yes, I believe so.

Good. I'm gonna need
about six or eight of them.

Oh, of course.

As many as you need.
Anything else?

Uh, yeah. I'm afraid
I'm gonna need the silk, too.

Hmm, scissors.

Two connected blades
that cross on a pivot point.

I swear to you, Magnificence,

I love the new long shifts.

As always, you were right.

Uh, two hours' sleep
is--is more than ample.

But how could I anticipate such
a cowardly attack from the rear?

What was that noise?

Morgana's new weapon.

Sounds like
she found the formula.

Work fast.
You got that full?

Almost.

Pack in as much as you can.

We only got one shot
at this door.

Merlin?
How are you doing?

How does it look?

I am naked, I am humiliated,

and I have cut up my robe
like some witless fool!

Well, trust me on this.

Another great wizard named
Ben Franklin perfected this trick.

Hmm.

Never heard of him.

There we are.

We're getting much closer.

So I humbly beg
that you consider

how fiercely I struggled,

before succumbing to their superior
numbers and their vicious blows.

Your story has touched me.

I've decided to give you the
chance to redeem yourself

by assisting me in my research.

Oh, thank you,
thank you, Magnificence!

I am so honored.

Of course you are.

I don't suppose you care
to tell me what you're doing.

If we can get the kite up
through the window in the turret,

conduct a bolt of electricity
through the wet string,

we can blow the door and
start a fire in Morgana's lab

at the same time.

But might I ask how you intend

to persuade this bolt of
yours to perform this task?

With your robe, my friend.

This is definitely
gonna take luck.

And now, I have
a very special task for you.

At your command, Your Highness.

Go to the table.

Pick out one of the lead
balls and bring it to me.

Yes, Highness, one of the balls.

Take your time.

I want it to be
your personal favorite.

Here, a perfect sphere.

One worthy of Your Magnificence.

Thank you. Now...

All right, now I'm gonna
mix up some chemicals.

Pour out your wine,
I need the bag.

Why not? You've stripped
me of everything else.

Ah, no! No, drinking.
Just dump it.

Wow.

We have vitriol.
You have any zinc?

Second pocket down.

You're putting zinc
with vitriol?

What do you expect
from that combination?

Gas.

A vapor we call hydrogen gas.

I have relieved it
of its contents.

All right,
get ready to put it over

the mouth of the bottle
when I say.

Cap it.

Now then, a little
bit more to the left.

Good.

See, we want you
perfectly aligned

with your own
chosen metal sphere.

If my calculations are correct,

you will soon become part
of the new history of the world.

Oh, well, thank you, Highness.

All right,
keep your fingers crossed.

Uh, he says strange things
like that all the time.

It's working.

It's still got to catch
that breeze up there.

That's it. It's up.

MacIver,
I forgive you for everything.

You are indeed
a very great wizard.

This is yours.

Why don't you
hang on to that, Merlin?

It might come in handy some day.

MacIver, you mean it?

Yeah.

Think of it as a token
of friendship.

I am honored.

Stand erect.

Big smile.

Nice.

I've got it.

Forgive me,
Magnificence, but I...

You're just in time.

We were practicing.

Practicing, Magnificence?

Yes. Now,
you load that one.

Load?

Like this.

Hurry.

Hurry!

It's time to make history.

When is it going to happen?

Well, soon, I hope.

What is this?

Some of your feeble magic,
Merlin?

I'm afraid those days are over.

Uh, Morgana,

you're standing
in a very dangerous spot.

The best you could
do right now is run.

Yes. The M'Iver defiance.

I knew there was something
about you I despised.

I wouldn't have it
any other way.

Then it pleases me
that you will be

the first official victim
of the weapon

that will ultimately
conquer the world.

I bid you a fond farewell.

No!

My research!

You! You did this!

You will pay!

Morgana's journal! Wait!

Merlin!

But all that knowledge. No!

I must have it!

MacIver!

MacGyver?

Arthur.

No. It's me, Pete.

Are you all right?

Uh, yeah, I think so.

A little dazed.

You had me worried there.

I'd recommend going home
and getting some rest.

Please.

You got a pretty good
bonk on the head.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

You want to stand up?

Yep.

Wow.

I wanted to thank you, sir.
You saved my life.

Thank you, from both of us.

Um, I'm glad I could help.

Here, let me finish this up.

You okay?

Yeah.

There we are!

You know who she is?

Your grandma would.

That's Violet Meredith,

just the sweetest
little thing I ever saw.

Hmm.

When talkies came in,
she just disappeared.

I never saw her again.

Now, hold on.
Here, here comes the best part.

The construction scene.

Yeah, boy. Come on.

Now, watch, watch what's
coming, watch. Yeah.

Yeah, that's some stunt, huh?

Oh! Aw...

Look at that.

Oh...

I'm impressed, Pinky.

You and Karl Banky really
pioneered special effects.

Oh, yeah, well...

That Karl, he--he--he
could rig anything.

You know, he was
from a legit theater.

Oh, a matinee idol.

Oh, all the girls,
they just went gaga over him.

Then, along came Rudy Valentino,

and, well, poor Karl,
he was just box office poison.

So, he went into, uh,
special effects,

and--and directing,
and producing.

Oh, he was some kind of genius.

But he was also a screwball.

So, where did you get
these prints?

Oh, well I, uh, I've been kind of
strapped, financially, you know?

And uh, I--I was thinking
of maybe selling the house,

and so I, I was up
in the attic cleaning,

and--and I found them

in this old
prop studio suitcase.

I didn't even know
I still had it.

You know, if that Phoenix Foundation
that you say is so good,

if they can work
all their special magic

restoring these, uh,

I won't have to sell this house.

It's all I have left.

Well...

You sure they'll be safe?

Yeah.

Karl Banky, he burned my
negatives two months before he died.

You know, Pinky,
I read that file.

It never proved
that Karl did it.

Well, there's some things
you just know.

Old Karl, he hated me so
much he could've killed me,

but he knew burning my films
would hurt me more.

See, that's something
I don't understand.

You guys were partners.
Why did he hate you?

Violet.

Violet.

We were both
head over heels over her.

Like I said, she disappeared.

Violet, the pictures, Karl.
All gone.

I thought all those years

that my movies
were gonna last forever.

I was there,
with Keaton, Chaplin, Lloyd.

Now, all these people

will see my three best movies,
never seen before!

I'll make 'em laugh.
I'll make 'em cry.

Oh, when you're as old as I am,

you'll realize how grateful an old
guy like me can be for that, oh...

Take care of 'em.

You know I will, Pink.

I just, I just can't believe it.

It's like I've gotten
my whole life back again.

Well now you can
kiss it goodbye.

Well, look at that!

Now we've got burglars
from central casting.

Put the suitcase down!

You heard him!

I know that voice.

I know that voice!
It's Karl Banky!

I know it can't be, but it is.

Shut up!

Lie down on the floor,
both of you!

Do what he says, Pinky.

No! He's got my movies!

I'm not gonna lie down and
take that from some dead man.

You never could
take direction, could you?

If you try to follow us,
you're both history.

In your case, Pinky,
ancient history!

Yeah!

Go.

Zirconium charges,
set off by remote control.

Wait. I know this box!

Karl and I made it. It's the
first radio detonator ever used.

That explains the bullet holes.

Yeah, how'd those guys get it?

Well, look. Two Stars. See?
See the logo?

It's my old studio. Oh, they
got lots of this stuff out there.

Oh, wait! Wait.
Where are you going?

- I'm going to the studio!
- Studio? Why?

It's a movie ranch now.
Location rentals, you know.

Wait a minute, Pinky!
Wait, wait a minute.

Come here. Come here.

Don't you think we should
contact the police first?

Banky's probably
burning my films right now!

I just found 'em.

If they get lost again, well I
might as well just lay down and die.

All right, all right.

We'll go after 'em.

But let's take my car, okay?
Come on.

Step on it, kiddo!

Oh, man!

Oh, sure.

Shape charges.

Bet my ignition...

Pinky?

Pinky...

Damn!

All the water's leaked out.

It smells like sulfuric acid.

And it's burned a hole
in your radiator core here.

Made a slow leak.

We can walk from here.

Pinky. We're being set up.

Pinky!

They're on the lot.

These guys gotta be like really
dim bulbs to fall for this, man.

You gotta understand
Pinky's mind.

The man's a complete egomaniac.

Listen, Pinky,

if we haven't been spotted already,
we're sure gonna be.

Oh, you can go. I don't blame you
for watching your fanny.

They're my movies
and I'll get 'em back.

No, what I'm saying is,
we ought to look around first.

Find the movies.
Then see what we can do.

Wait, wait, wait.

You really want to stay with me?

Pigheaded old man that I am?

Yes.

But I want to go into this
with a plan, you know?

You know? I like you, kid.
You're okay.

But I got no time for a plan.

Look at him. Still cocky.

He doesn't know that he's
about to pay me back

for cheating me
out of what's rightfully mine.

Ours, dude.

Don't forget, I spent three
months playing security guard.

Plus, if we off the old man,
I can go up for murder just like you.

Neil, Pinky Burnette
is an old man

with unsteady legs
and a heart condition, get it?

If he has an accident or a heart attack,
there won't be any murder charges.

That works for me.

Good, Neil.

Hey, you know what I'm
gonna do with my share, man?

I'm gonna make a slasher movie.

I'm gonna be a filmmaker
just like you, Karl!

Come on, take meetings,
uh, do lunch.

Audition girls in bikinis.

This is the truck.

No movies.

All right, Pinky,
you stay here, out of sight.

I'll try and get a closer look.

Are you gonna stay here?

Cross my heart.

He's burning my movies again!

I'm not afraid of you, Banky!

Get ahold of yourself, Pinky.
You don't believe in ghosts.

The man's a bigger fool
than I thought.

Oh! Oh, boy.

Pinky?

Damn!

Pinky?

Who is this stud?

You said four flat tires
was gonna lose him.

Now what are we
gonna do with him?

Whatever we have to, Neil.

Pinky?

Don't move, Pinky.

Come on, Pinky.
Slow down, will you?

Doggone it!

Pinky, stop!

Snakes!

Pinky?

He's not falling, Karl.

And if he doesn't fall,
he doesn't die.

Don't rush the moment,
Mr. Filmmaker.

It's all right.
It's all right.

I'm terrified of snakes.

Pinky, they're only rubber.

See?

That's a load off my mind.

I'm ready to talk
about a plan, MacGyver.

- All right, Pinky!
- Huh?

In my back pocket,
there's a knife. Grab it.

God...

Now, give me your wallet.

What are you going to do,
rob me or save me?

Just give me the wallet!

All right. Now open it.

- Hold it by the end, real tight.
- Uh-huh.

Okay, okay...

Okay. Shimmy over.

Okay.

Now on the count of three,
I'm gonna let go of the catwalk.

You call this a plan?

Just hang on.

You ready?

Hey. What is this dude up to?

Nothing that's
gonna do 'em any good.

- One!
- Huh?

Two, three!

Whoa! Oh, whoa!

This dude is like
so fully awesome!

Don't start a fan club
just yet, Neil.

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.
That was spectacular!

Just like Douglas Fairbanks
in The Black Pirate.

Yeah. Here's your wallet.

Let's get out of here,
what do you think?

Oh, come on.

What's that?

Nitro. Bum ticker.

It's my suitcase. Again.

This time, it looks like,
it looks like the real thing.

Well how many of those
did they have?

Oh, you know
property departments.

They made four or five
out of everything.

Oh, yes! Okay.
Bull's eye!

All right, Karl, now, nothing fancy.

Let's just go down there
and croak 'em,

a little lead in the head,
bang-bang, they're dead.

Death by shooting
brings the cops, Neil.

I don't want that.

What we need is
an accident here, see?

Something a little more subtle
than bang-bang, they're dead.

That's gas, Pinky!
Don't breathe it!

God...

- Pinky?
- Mmm...

- Pinky.
- Mmm...

Pinky!

This scene look familiar?

Oh...

The Hobo.

Yeah.

I was chained to a track
with Violet.

I saved her by--

by kicking the switch
to a side track.

No side track.

Where's Rex, the wonder dog,
when you need him?

There's a train coming!

Now is not a time
to panic, Pinky.

Are you kidding?

Now's the perfect time to panic!

Oh, God. Oh, oh, my heart.

It's just going crazy!

Oh, my heart...

Hang in there, Pinky,
I think it's...

Pinky?

Pinky?

Pinky!

Oh, no!

Uh...

Where...

Where are we?

- Another sound stage.
- Huh?

- Look.
- Huh?

Floorboards.Huh...

- How are you feeling?
- Uh...

Just a little run down.

See?

Way to go, Mr. Movie Magic.

The old man's heart
is stronger than I thought.

Even if he had a coronary,
it still leaves the brainy dude.

I say we do 'em now, man,
both of 'em!

Neil, I hired you to help me,
not to do my thinking.

Karl.

You think I'm stupid?

Are your feelings hurt, Neil?

Yeah. I got feelings.

Okay, so I'm
no rocket scientist.

But I'm smart enough
to be a producer.

Or to snuff the guy who stole
my ticket to the top.

What about you?

I'll take care of Pinky
and his friend my way, dude.

Now come on,
let's get this done.

How are we
gonna get off this track?

We'll unchain you, Pinky.

I got one last surprise
for the two of you.

Then it's a wrap.

Banky?

You tried to kill me.

You--You dirty rat.

Who does your plastic surgery?

You're not funny.
You never were.

Unchain 'em, Neil.

Who--Who are you?

My name's Karl Meredith.
Ring any bells for you?

Violet Meredith was my mother.
Karl Banky was my father.

No. No.

No, that would
be impossible. Uh-uh.

Karl he--he was a bachelor.
His whole life.

A loner.

That's how well you knew them.

They were married secretly.

So their fans would think
they were still single.

My father died
a month before I was born.

I never took his name.

Violet Meredith,
she--she hated Karl.

No. You were the one
she couldn't stand.

She adored my father.
But you...

You swindled both of them
out of all their profits.

No!

Those--Those movies were mine!

I never wanted the studio.
Only my work.

You ran up debts.

When you left, my father
was stuck with all the bills.

He ran up those bills.

He ran 'em up because he only
made special effects pictures!

If he were working today,
I tell you,

he'd make Terminator 2
look like a low-budget movie.

Your dad agreed
to a deal, Meredith.

He must have thought he could
turn the studio around.

No way. Not without Pinky.
They were a team.

My mother told me how he died.

Slowly, painfully.

The settlement
you forced on him broke him.

You killed him, Burnette.

Maybe now...

Maybe now he can rest in peace.

Outside.

Outside, move it.

What about my movies?

They've been in the
office safe the entire time.

And I got to thank you, Pinky,
for finding them.

You know of course
that when you die

the rights to all of your films
revert back to my mother's estate.

You'll be happy to know
that I'm the sole heir.

- What?
- Go.

Is that true?
Was that the deal?

It was part of the
settlement with Banky.

You see, Violet was
a silent partner of Two Stars.

But when she disappeared,
I--I just never thought it would happen.

Move out.

Come on.

My mother always told me how much
you enjoyed working in the tank, Pinky.

Can you tread water?

Of course I can tread water.

But I can also swallow it!

Oh, I hate this tank!

Sooner or later,
you're gonna get tired, Pinky.

Dead tired.

Pull up the rope ladder, Neil.

The water that you're about to inhale
was piped in from the Mojave river.

That's where the cops
are going to find your bodies.

So, no one will never know that
you drowned on my father's old lot.

I like it.

Gee, that means
the world to me, Neil.

Like father, like son, Karl!

Your father played a killer.
But you are one!

Oh...

Meredith was right.

I can't keep up long like this.

Hang on, Pinky.

- Pinky...
- Uh-huh?

- If you stood on my shoulders...
- Yeah?

- ...think you could grab that hose?
- I don't know.

Let's give it a go, huh?

You ready?

Think you can stay up
by yourself for a few seconds?

- Yeah, I think so.
- All right.

Hey, do you think it's safe
to leave 'em there?

- How are they gonna get out, Neil?
- I don't know.

Well, think about it.

Their hands are chained.
They got no exit ladder.

They'll drown by the time we
pick up the films and get back here.

Then we put 'em in the back
of the truck, head for the river.

Simple.

- Can you tread a little longer?
- No.

Well, you have to.

Oh!

You... You did it!

Oh...

Hey, what are you going to do
with your share of the film profits?

I don't know, maybe start
a special effects house.

I hope it comes out better
than the stuff you rigged here.

Don't laugh at me,
you little son of a...

I will not be laughed at
by a man

whose chief ambition in life
is to produce slasher films!

Chill out, dude.

You're losing
your sense of humor.

Oh, oh, Stop. Stop.

I gotta... Oh, I gotta stop.

One of these days,

I'm gonna tell you how old I am,
and it'll scare you to death.

All right, listen. Think you can
make it to the hotel down the street?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I could use a bath
and a good meal.

The brainy dude.

He's some sort of Houdini
or something.

- I'm not finished with those two yet!
- No, I say that you are!

And no more special effects.

Just bullets. Plain bullets.

Okay, Neil. Okay.

Oh, look at that.

Well, I gotta
hand it to you, kid.

You know that hose gag
and this, this hinge bit.

You're the second most
original thinker that I ever met.

Thanks.

I, uh...

I got a confession to make, kid.

I get the movies back,
or I don't.

This has been the most
exhilarating day I've had in 60 years.

Okay.

I don't think
I can run anymore, MacGyver.

You're not gonna have to, Pinky.

We're gonna make
our stand, right here.

Anything I can do to help?

Well, I'm gonna need
a little time.

You think you can keep
those guys busy for a while?

Are you kidding? Why...

I can do five minutes,
standing on my head.

Hold it! Back it up.

I think I just saw Pinky.

God, the old man's gone goofy.

Move it.

Come on. Yeah, come on...

Right into the trap.

That's for MacGyver's tires.

Oh, man!
This is so bogus!

Come on, Neil!

Don't shoot us.
We surrender.

Watch out, Neil.
It could be a trick.

No way.

Let's rock and roll.

It's over, dude-skies.

Nice try.

I don't like it.

- They're up to something.
- No way, man.

It's over.

Nothing personal, boys,

but I'm gonna put you out of the
misery that Karl here's been creating.

Now drop your arms.

See, I don't want
the autopsy to show

that their hands were up when this
on-duty peace officer plugged 'em.

I said, drop 'em!

You did it, Pinky!

No, it wasn't me. Uh-uh.

It was you and me.

As a team.

A great team,
that's what it was. Yeah.

It was, well, it was like
Laurel and Hardy.

Or--Or the Marx Brothers
or Abbott and Costello.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, they're here.
They're all here.

Can't you hear 'em?

It's movie magic.

Oh, God, I love this business!

Hey, Pinky.
Why aren't you inside?

Oh, I'm just too nervous.

I--I was shaking
so much inside that...

They were laughing at me
instead of my movies.

No, no, they love 'em.

No.

Come on, Pinky,
the movies are great.

They're very funny.

Well, I, I did get
a sweet distribution deal.

And an offer,
to star in a big picture.

You see? That's terrific!
What are you worried about here?

Well, I don't know, I don't know,
I mean, I don't know.

It's just--just-- I'm not used
to being back in the business.

Reborn. A star.

Oh, tell me
I'm not just daydreaming.

I think that's your answer.

Yeah, yeah. Oh, yeah, but, you
know there are no kids in there.

I don't think the kids
are gonna like 'em, do you?

Pinky! Were you always
this nervous in the old days?

Well, I...
Of course I was nervous.

I--I--I invented the
word "nervous."

I mean, I was what they called
a--a basket case.

Well, guess what?

You're back.

All the way back.

You're right.

I'm back! I'm back.

I am back!

Hello.

Hello!

Anybody here?

MacGyver!

Dent.

Yeah.
Nobody answered the door.

That's because nobody was home.

I got to talk to you.
Right away.

Really?

I need you to
help me get in shape.

I'm gonna box again.

Box?

Yeah.

I was the number five ranked
heavyweight in the world

before they sent me
up to Folsom.

Get out of here.

Yep, and I was heavyweight
champ in the joint, too.

And you know how tough
some of those guys are.

Earl,

you've definitely come
to the wrong place.

I hate boxing.
I think it's barbaric.

Some people say
the same things about hockey.

Yeah, well, I happen to have
hope for hockey.

MacGyver, all I'm asking is
for you to help me get in shape.

You ate everything.

It's all gone.

I'm a heavyweight.
Heavyweights eat.

Listen, MacGyver,
if you're not too busy,

uh, I also need
a character witness.

Now?

Trust me.
It won't take long.

Earl, look,

I've been gone a week,
I'm tired, I'm hungry.

Isn't there somebody else?

There's nobody else.

Besides, there's somebody
I'd like you to meet.

Come on. Okay?

Please.

All right.

Hey, Earl.

- You know her?
- My daughter.

Uh, Veronica.

This is a friend of mine,
MacGyver.

Hi, Veronica.

The name's Ronnie.
I changed it.

How could you change it?

My mother's name was Veronica.

So? I never met her.

Besides,
Ronnie gets more respect.

It's not so fancy.

- Listen, Veronica...
- Ronnie!

Okay, Ronnie.

MacGyver and I got to go inside.
We'll be right back.

Whatever.

Unruly behavior,

lying, cheating, stealing.

It's quite a file
for a 14-year-old.

But not all that surprising.

Considering the number of
foster homes

Veronica's been placed in

since her mother died
five years ago.

Yeah, well, what she
needs is her father.

What she needs, Mr. Dent,
is a stable environment.

But then you brought
Mr. MacGyver along

to support the idea that you
can provide that, didn't you?

In spite of
your unfortunate past.

Tell her, MacGyver.

Well,
I do know that Mr. Dent

is sincere in his effort
to change his life.

And you are willing to provide
a roof over their heads

until Mr. Dent proves himself
financially secure?

See? I told you,
he was some kind of a guy.

Well, this isn't going to be easy.

Both of you are
almost strangers to her.

And Veronica has learned
not to trust very many people.

She's my kid.

I love her.

That's gotta count
for somethin'.

How do you plan
on providing for her?

Fighting.
You know, boxing.

A boxer?

You call that
a stable profession?

Why, you don't--
You don't understand, ma'am.

I'm not just some bum.

I was a ranked heavyweight.
I made good money.

Well, it's also hardly
the healthiest environment

for a 14-year-old girl.

It's what I do.

You shuffle papers.
I box.

I mean, I got this match
all lined up.

And with the purse,

I'll be able to provide
a great environment.

Uh-huh.

I guess you're just going
to have to show me.

Oh, we will.

You see, MacGyver's
going to be my trainer.

You are a good friend,
Mr. MacGyver.

Thanks.

I prefer to see children remain

with their natural parents
whenever possible.

But if you don't show me
that you can provide

a suitable environment
for Veronica,

I will recommend that
her current foster parents

get permanent custody.

25 grand, MacGyver.

One fight, and I got
a bodacious bank account

and my daughter.

Earl, I did not agree
to help you train.

MacGyver, I'm desperate.

You heard her.

I got three weeks
to prove myself.

And the fight's in two weeks.

So why don't you train at a gym
like a normal human being?

- Well, uh...
- What? What'd you do?

- I sort of burned some bridges.
- I'm shocked.

I mean, a lot of guys, uh,
ain't so glad to see me anymore.

What...

What are you doing?

Following in your footsteps.

You want a freebie?

- Veronica, that's wrong.
- Right, sure, you're the expert.

And it's Ronnie, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Look at this face.

Is she a chip off the
old block or what? Huh?

I guess it's gonna
take a while, huh?

We'd better get started, bud.

Veronica?

Ronnie!

Come on, okay, okay, Ronnie.
Wait up.

So, I guess this will be
the training room.

Sure got a lot of junk.

Thanks.
I'm a pack rat.

Kinda keeps some good
memories alive, you know.

That's why I throw
everything away.

You serious about
turning this place into a gym?

Yeah, why not?

Just give me a little time,
okay?

Okay, you got it.

Come on, Ronnie, how about we
go pick up some grub at the market

while MacGyver gets set up.

Whatever.

Go for it, Earl!

He's up and deep!
Oh, we got it.

- Hey, nice catch.
- Hey, watch it, jerk!

Sorry.
Just touched it.

Any scratches, you pay, pal!

I told you, I barely touched it.

It's a brand new car!

Oh, nice move, Earl.

Hey, you better thank him
for saving your car.

What? Are you two
looking for trouble?

Come on. Ignore him.
Let's go.

Hey, come on back here,
I'm not done with you!

You're lucky I'm a nice guy!

You could have taken him easy.

Why, what's that gonna prove?

That you're not a wimp.

There are other ways.

So? I lifted them.

What's the matter with you?

I thought I told you to cool it.

You want me to be perfect
like you, huh?

I didn't say that.

So like how come all of a sudden
you want custody of me, anyway?

You're my kid.
I wanna be with you.

I've been your kid for 14 years.

Not that you ever noticed.

Hey, come on,
give me a break, okay?

You had a lousy time
and it was my fault.

I admit it.

- So what do you want?
- What do you want?

A chance to make up for it.

Yeah, right.

Hey, where you goin'?

To pay for those
wrestling cards,

so my kid doesn't end up

in a six foot cell
like her old man did, huh?

Wow, what is that?

Uh, well, I'll show you.

Earl, give that thing a punch.

Yeah, it measures the power
of your punch and endurance.

Keep the liquid up and climbing.

You got to be kidding.

Uh-uh.

You, young lady, you're gonna
keep track of your dad's progress

on that board, all right?

Cool!

Weak.

What's this?

Uh, well, for lack
of a better name for it,

we'll call it
a punching machine.

Watch.

Huh?

MacGyver, I'm fighting
Crazy Eddie Jackson,

not an octopus.

Oh, come on,
you got to give it a try.

Obviously it takes two.

You're the controller.

- Me?
- Yeah, you.

You did a pretty good job
with that candy machine,

I figured you could handle this.

Look, it's real simple.

You got on-off switches
for top, middle, and bottom.

Go ahead.

Boy, am I gonna work
his butt off.

Uh, what kind of contraption
do you have to work out the legs?

A jump rope.

Okay Earl, take your tie off.

Oh, this is gonna be...

Oh, a sucker punch, huh?

Oops, sorry.

Listen, speed it up, kid.

Ah... I've got another right.

Bam!

Hello, Earl.

Nice gym. For what,
I don't know, but nice.

What do you want?

This your kid?

Sure she is.

Your old man could have
been the champ, kid.

Thing is, he didn't have
the brains to listen to me.

Dumb. Real dumb.

Ronnie, go upstairs.

Help MacGyver put away
the groceries.

MacGyver said
I should stay here with you.

I said go upstairs!

All right!

We're here to check
on our investment.

Got a lot riding on you.

Remember the deal?
Dive in eight.

Your kid, Earl,
it's for your kid, right?

I said I'd do it, all right?

You keep my kid out of this,

or you're gonna get
your brains scrambled.

Hey, Mr. Riggins
don't have to take that

from no jailbird bum.

- Oh, yeah?
- You better believe it.

Earl?

Yeah. Oh, uh,

this is my old manager,

Bart Riggins and his, uh,
assistant, uh, Bailey.

They're here to wish me luck.
You know, the fight.

I trained him for five years.

Put a lot of bread in him.

Don't disappoint me.

Where's Ronnie?

She's upstairs.
I told her to help you out.

- She's not there.
- What?

- Oh, no, she can't be. Not again!
- What?

The last time she was gone
for six months.

- I'm gonna lose her for sure!
- All right, settle down.

Um, grab the Jeep,
I'll get the bike.

I know how you feel, Ronnie.

Leave me alone.

I ran away from home one time.

When my grandpa
told me to get lost.

Who cares?

Well, I did.

I didn't understand
what he was doing. Or why.

Oh, and now you do, right?

That's right.

He was trying to protect me.

Just like your dad's trying
to protect you.

From who?

Well, I don't know.
Maybe from himself.

You know, he hasn't had a
lot of practice in raising a kid.

You got to give him
a little time.

I don't know.

He's always on my case.

Well, he's supposed to.

That's what dads do.

Where you been?

Running away.
Just like you're always doin'.

You and your fight.

You know something?
I think you're all wind.

I don't think there is a fight.

- Earl...
- There is a fight!

When I tell you something,
that's it! I don't lie.

Oh yeah? Prove it.

- All right, that's enough.
- No!

No way any kid of mine's
gonna think I'm a liar.

Now get in here!

And you, you follow!

There you go.

Crazy Eddie Jackson
versus yours truly.

This proof enough for you?

Okay, I was wrong.

Hey, at least you know now

that your old man's word
is worth something.

Rocketman?

Yeah. That's what
they used to call me.

Short fuse.
Lots of power.

Get it?

Got it.

You're not the main event here.

Hey, I've been away, remember?

Hey, you have a good time
on me, my man, huh?

Wow!

It's Herman the German.

- Who?
- Hey, Herman,

I hear a rumor you matched
Mad Mike and Wretched Rodney.

Ain't no rumor, kid.

Here, take a friend, huh?

Wow.

He's only
the greatest wrestler ever.

Oh come on, Ronnie, all that
wrestling stuff is fake.

No, it's not, it's great.
Let's go inside.

Ronnie, we got to get back.
I got to get to work.

Just for just one minute?
Come on.

Ooo-wee!
What stinks around here?

There it is.
There it is.

Old meat, past its prime.

Hello, Stinson.

I don't want you around here.
I don't want my fighter to see you.

- There'll be trouble.
- I'm just showing my kid the gym.

Well, I'll just show you
and the kid the door.

Hey, Dent?

Spend much time with
your kid the last five years?

I'm warning you, Eddie.

You don't want to start
talking like that.

Hey, what you worried about?

If your kid is as dumb
as her old man,

she won't even understand it.

Oh yeah? That's what
you think, wise guy.

She's smarter than both
of us put together, Eddie.

And if you ever
put her down again,

I'll tear you apart.

How about now, Dent?
Right now, come on up here.

I don't give a damn about $4000.

- Come on up here!
- All right, you're on.

No, Dent, no!

Somebody call the cops,
somebody call the paper,

somebody call somebody!

Oh, they're fighting for free!
I can't stand it!

No, Dent, aw!
Look at these two...

I knew it, I knew it!

Oh, come on, you guys,
what are you doing?

No, no, no, no.
Don't, no...

Come on. Hey, hey, hey,
what do you think this is,

the Golden Gloves? You're
prize fighters that fight.

Get out of here.
Dent, get out of here.

- Come on!
- Eddie, Eddie, shut up.

Dent, get out of here,
get out of here.

Okay, Eddie, come on, come on,
get back to your work out now!

- Come on! Move it! Move it!
- Come on, let's get out of here.

All right, all right, all right,
come on, come on...

My nose.

Come on, come on, come on,
way to go, way to go, Eddie.

Looking good.

- Is it broke?
- Leave me alone.

After you, Rocketman.

Oh.

I'm sorry I thought
there wasn't any fight, Earl.

Ah, forget it.

You better get some sleep, kid.

We got a lot to do tomorrow.

You really want me around, huh?

Hey, come on.

Who's gonna work those crazy
machines MacGyver dreamed up?

Oh yeah, that's right.

'Night.

What are you doing?

Oh, this stuff's
for your corner.

Ooh. It's cold.

Yeah.
Sodium thiosulphate.

It's a photographic fixer.

Just add water,

instant cold pack.

Oh, I get it.
To handle the cuts.

So you just chill this iron,
press it to the cut,

and, presto, stops the bleeding.

Yep.

You lied to me, Earl.

What are you talkin' about?

You're gonna throw the fight,
aren't you?

No!

What's the matter with you?

Crazy Eddie gets $4000
for the fight,

and you get $25,000?

You want to explain that to me?

You heard the lady.

I have three weeks
to come up with enough

to provide for Ronnie
or I lose her. Forever.

Maybe that's just as well if
this is where you're coming from.

What is that supposed to mean?

Figure it out.

You're all over Ronnie
for stealing candy bars,

and you're about to
throw a fight.

Just this once,
so I get custody.

Then I'm giving it up.

And you don't think
Ronnie's gonna know?

She's got eyes, Earl.
She'll see right through you.

Now come on.

She doesn't need
a buddy or a pal.

She needs a father
to teach her right from wrong.

Even if it hurts.

Yeah.

I stole them.

At the gym.

But I'll take them back,
I swear.

$5,000 on Dent at one to five?

Take it.

I just took $20,000 on
Crazy Eddie at five to one.

Lay it off.
Out of town.

...inside the final
16th of a mile.

...is drawing away
from the field.

Are you kidding?
Dent's one to five.

He almost murdered Crazy
Eddie when they fought in prison.

I have to talk to you.

$25,000.
No renegotiating.

I don't want your cash.

What?

The fix is off. Over. Done.

Says who?

If you're copping out, Dent,
forget it.

You're in too deep.

You can't threaten me, Riggins.

Not when my kid's future's
on the line.

Your kid?

If you don't come through,
your kid's an orphan.

For the first time in my life,
I don't care about me.

My mind's made up.
It's off.

I'm warning you, Dent.

If you think I'm gonna
let some washed up jailbird

do me out of 200 grand,

you got another thing coming!

See you at the fight.

You want I should bust him up?

You moron, he's got a fight!

If you want to control a man,

control what he
cares about the most.

No, I'll tell you
what I want, Bailey.

I want Dent's daughter.

You should have seen the look
on the faces of those sharks

when I told them I wasn't
gonna throw the fight.

And you still think
boxing's a sport, huh?

Well, maybe I should
pull out, huh?

I mean, the $4,000 I'm making
isn't gonna provide diddly for Ronnie.

Well, it's a start.

You can still get a job,
you know.

Maybe get the commission
to delay a decision.

The truth is
Ronnie doesn't need me

nearly as much as I need her.

Hi.
Where you been?

I--I took the gloves
back to the gym.

Are you still mad at me?

I wasn't mad at you.
I was just worried.

But I should have known my daughter
would have made the right decision.

I am so proud of you.

- So...
- Hey!

- You still need a trainer?
- You bet.

- How about the heavy bag?
- Okay.

Get over there while I
knock the stuffings out of it.

Okay, Earl.

- Hold it real tight.
- Give it all you got.

Go, go, go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go, go!

You've done good, Earl,
you've done good.

- So did you, MacGyver.
- Yeah.

Your gizmos paid off
in more ways than one.

- Thanks.
- You bet.

Uh, I'll get it set up, okay?
6:30 for you?

- You got it.
- All right.

Do you think we'll get
an apartment or a house?

Huh? Oh, uh,
an apartment, I guess.

Almost fight time, Earl.

Get out of here.

You are not seeing
the big picture.

- Hey, let go of me!
- Hey, Riggins...

I'm not in the business
of hurting people, Earl.

But I do want to look
after my interests.

Now we have a deal.
You go down in eight.

They want you to
throw the fight?

Smart kid.

Don't do it, Dad.

I said I would at first,
because we need the money.

You did it to get me?

You must really want me.

More than anything, kid.

The last few days
have been the best of my life.

No matter how things work out,
I want you to know that.

Same here, Earl.

That's enough.
I'm gonna cry.

And don't give them any lip.
Just do as they say.

That goes for you, too, Dent.

Hey, I don't see Ronnie.

Maybe she's getting a soda.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

today's semi-main event.

An outstanding match
between two former

Folsom Prison
heavyweight champions.

In this corner,
wearing white trunks,

Crazy Eddie Jackson!

And in black trunks,

the former fifth ranked
heavyweight of the world,

Earl Rocketman Dent.

Earl, I still don't see her.

Don't worry about her.
Let's just get this over with.

Let's go, Earl, come on.

Okay, Earl, Eddie, I gave you
instructions in the dressing room.

Let's have a good clean fight.

Touch gloves now.

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen,

this is Jim Lampley at ringside.

- Tonight's eight rounds...
- Hey, kid! Sit tight.

...semi-main event between these two
former prison heavyweight champions

promises to be a bruising battle.

The referee has completed
his instructions,

so hang on to your seats
as here we go.

Now remember,
in their one previous bout,

- Earl Rocketman Dent...
- This should be a good fight.

Wish I could see it.

Hey, move over.

And there's the bell.

The two men now move
to the center of the ring

and begin to circle cautiously.

Crazy Eddie moves in quickly

and tries to establish
the left jab.

Jab, jab. Too low.
And Crazy Eddie Jackson...

The body. Go for the ribs!
Go for the ribs!

Dent is forced to back pedal
as all the action early

is dominated by Jackson.

Four more jabs, five more,
and two right crosses

and Dent is rocked backward
by the second right hook.

...a left and a right and Jackson
is driven back into the ropes.

A momentary advantage for Dent.
But he didn't press it.

He lets Jackson
come back at him.

And now coming off
of the ropes...

Okay, get off there.
Let him go, Earl, let him go, Earl.

What a round so far.

I told you,
he's gonna murder Dent, huh?

And it is all
Crazy Eddie Jackson

as we are late
in round number one.

There's the bell.
The end of round one.

What a brilliant round
for Crazy Eddie Jackson.

All right, Earl.
Where's Ronnie?

Just stay out of it.
They've got her.

Just leave me alone and
let me do what I got to do.

Where'd they take her, Earl?

I don't know.

Well, where'd you find them?

The machine shop
across the street.

That's where
Riggins runs his book.

All right, Earl, hang in there.

You might not
have to throw this.

...and Earl Rocketman Dent

was clearly overshadowed
by Crazy Eddie Jackson.

Thanks mostly
to superior body punching.

Sounds like our boy got smart.

And here we go, round six.

Check on the girl.
See how she's doing.

Both fighters move out,
probing, with jabs.

Dent moves in,
looking for an opening,

but he's met by a left hook
directly to the face.

Crazy Eddie,
keeping Dent at a distance.

Two jabs from Crazy Eddie.

Then two quick rights
to the head.

Another right by Jackson,
and another.

And again,
it is Jackson taking control

of the action in the sixth.

She's doing better
than her old man.

It is all Crazy Eddie Jackson,
right now.

Hey, look at that guy, no guts!

Hold on. When I tell
you to break, break.

And now it is Jackson who
is controlling all the action.

And what a surprise.

Dent, what a shell of the man
who had won 27

of 38 previous bouts
by knockout.

Crazy Eddie smiles as
the referee breaks them apart.

Believe me,
there is no love lost

between these two fighters,

in or out of the ring.

Now Crazy Eddie...

Dent replies
with a left and a right.

Dent missing now,
with a wild roundhouse right.

Wild action. And Dent
a little bit off-kilter.

Both fighters exhausted now.
Neither man ready to yield.

Crazy Eddie following with a
jab now, just pushing it out there...

There's no snap in that punch.

Dent leans forward...

And there's the bell.

The end of round six.

We'll be back
for the seventh round...

Hey, could you
turn the radio up a little?

Here we go now for round
seven of a very close fight.

And once again,
as the seventh begins,

Crazy Eddie
forces the initiative.

The Rocketman backs off,

weaving and bobbing,

trying to stay away
from Crazy Eddie's hands.

Oh, Crazy Eddie
with a right cross!

And a left.
And another right.

What a combination!

Dent is in the biggest trouble
in the fight.

Crazy Eddie moving in,

all too aware
of Dent's patented rocket punch

that floored him for the count
in their previous bout.

No question the Rocketman
is more dangerous than...

...with an uppercut.
Dent backpedaling.

Crazy Eddie all over him...

Looking for an opening...

...it's all
Crazy Eddie Jackson right now.

Jackson all over him.

Dent dances with the right hand.
And now he hangs on.

The referee
separates the two fighters

and Dent backs away
inexplicably.

Crazy Eddie scores a combination
to the body,

and follows up with an uppercut.

Dent with a feeble right,

but now Crazy Eddie
two more lefts,

and Dent is backed up
against the ropes again.

- Rocketman Dent...
- Do you hear something?

Take a look.

In a minute.

Round seven
moving toward a close now.

And Crazy Eddie swings away
freely with both hands,

trying to land the one punch

that will settle matters
once and for all.

You okay?

I'm fine.
What about Earl?

It is Dent backing up Crazy
Eddie with a right and a left

and lands a right hand...

What's the matter, Earl,
you got no guts?

...having pummeled Dent
against the ropes.

Oh, Rocketman Dent was once the
fifth ranked heavyweight in the world,

but he's in big trouble here.

Well, I'll tell you, with
seven rounds in the books...

She's getting away!

Well, stop her!

Rocketman Dent, who was once

the number five heavyweight
in the world...

Here we go now.
Round number eight.

Crazy Eddie Jackson, off his stool,

and moving toward
the center of the ring,

a very tired
Earl Rocketman Dent...

Come on!

Come on, get out of my way!

I'm stuck!

...knocks Dent
against the ropes...

And a right and a left
and Dent is down!

Way to go, Eddie!

- One, two...
- Earl, don't do it!

...three...

Get up Earl, get up!

- Come on, you can do it.
- ...five...

I'm okay.

- ...six...
- I'm okay.

Come on Earl,
I know you can do it.

- ...seven, eight, nine...
- I know you can do it. Get up!

That's it, get up!

Come on Earl, go for it.

- Are you all right?
- Yes and don't you try to stop me!

Okay, let's go.

Yes, go for it!

...there's a new look in his
eyes as he moves forward

and lands a left and a right.

Misses wildly with a left and
another right hand and another.

And Jackson is driven
into a corner

and suddenly helpless
against the onslaught.

- There's the uppercut.
- Way to go, Rocketman!

Ha! You see?

Just moments ago
Dent appeared on the verge

of being knocked out.

Now suddenly we see
he's mounted a big comeback.

...Jackson reeling
in the center of the ring.

Now Rocketman winds up
with a bolo wind up.

- And down goes Jackson.
- Yes!

One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven...

...Jackson saved by the bell!

Saved by the bell
in round number eight,

and what a wild finish!

You did it, Earl.
You won.

Showed a lot of heart
out there, big guy.

Thanks, MacGyver.

I owe it all
to my little trainer here.

Ladies and gentlemen!

We have a unanimous decision.

You won!

The winner, Crazy Eddie Jackson!

No way, we were robbed!

Hey Ronnie, all that matters
is that you're safe.

You were great.

Think so?

I love you, Dad.

Dad?

Is she some kid or what?

Oh, it's not so bad.
He hardly touched you.

Yeah. For a freight train,
he was a real pushover.

You know, Earl,
I've been thinking.

We don't need a house.

An apartment will be just fine.

Look, Ronnie,
the money I ended up with,

no way is that gonna satisfy
that lady down there

at the Children's Services.

Maybe you'd be better off
with your foster parents after all.

Oh, no way.
I'm not leaving.

We'll move to another state.

Running away
isn't gonna help either of us.

Well, maybe she'll give us
more time to get the money.

Hey, Earl, big guy.

Got somebody who wants
to talk to you here.

Hey, Dent, great fight.

You've got a lot of class,
a lot of style.

The kind of man
I'd like to manage.

Uh, sorry.
I quit boxing.

Boxing?
Who said boxing?

I'm talking about wrestling.

Hey, the way
you worked the crowd.

Magic. Pure show biz.

Listen, I've got a $30,000
advance against a guarantee of...

He'll do it, he'll take it!

Rocketman, we'll get you
a great costume.

I don't know.
MacGyver?

Well, a good athlete
always listens to his trainer.

Yeah, I guess he does.

I think we could work
something out here.

All right!

This is the money.

The rock.

Rock cocaine.

And everybody
wants a piece of it.

You understand?

Now that was the money,
youngblood.

And this is the power.

I could get you one of these.

You wanna hold it?

Go on, man, hold it.

Hold it!

So are you gonna join the
Oliver Street Gang or what?

I--I don't know.

You don't know.
Listen here, man.

You run with us, you live large.

Gold,

money,

girlies.

I tell you what,

I'll let you sell the rock
right here.

Right here at the
Challengers Club.

They don't allow drugs
in the Challengers Club.

Let me tell you somethin', man.

They didn't allow alcohol
during Prohibition, either.

How you think all those
rich white folks got rich, huh?

That's right. By sellin' it.

So you better hook up,
youngblood.

Brian! Kelvin!

And just where do you two
think you're goin'?

MacGyver!

Brian,

let MacGyver handle it.

Don't you dare, now.
You promised me!

Sherry,

call the station.

Tell them
to send a car by. Do it!

Then live large, man.

Hey, fellas.

Who are you?

Name's MacGyver.

MacGyver.

Bobby, why don't you
head inside, huh?

Yeah, go ahead, Bobby.

Hey, remember
that talk we had, all right?

Now I just want you to know,

Oliver Street Gang,
we're runnin' this hood.

Now I'm Player G, and these,
these are my boys.

Hey, ole homegirl,
wanna take a ride in my car, huh?

See the real world?

Son, why don't you leave?

No, no, no,
the name's Player G, baby.

Now,

Cold Blood from the Ice Boyz, he's
sneakin' over here into my homeland.

Is he in there?

He's not involved
in gangs anymore.

Oh, yeah?

- Brian, what are you...
- What's up?

All right, all right,
let's chill it out.

Chill out. Oh, listen to
the white bread,

tryin' to talk
like he's one of the homies.

Say, you lookin' for me?

Hey, well, you on my turf,
squab-fiend!

Ain't nothin' to me, punk!

Brian, you and Kelvin
go inside now.

No, Mama, he's got no respect.

Mama?

No, no, ain't no pretty thing
like that

gonna be droppin'
no ugly fool like you.

Say what, punk?

Hey, hey, yo. Get off!
Get off!

Come on! Come on!

I'll smoke both y'all.
I'll smoke both y'all.

Bullets come out
fast as I can squeeze.

Want some of this?
I'm fine with my nine, yeah!

- Come on, you want some of this?
- Ain't nothin' to me, punk.

Put the gun down.

Hey, there's five-o.
There's five-o.

Officer, hurry. There's
gonna be trouble over there.

Come on, man.
Come on, let's go.

You keep your mouth closed.

Well, well,
"Cold Blood" Jeffries.

You over here causin' trouble?

I think the real trouble just
took off in that Mercedes.

Local expert, huh?

MacGyver's speakin' the truth.

Now, Brian is with
the Challengers Center now.

Brian?

Well, that's nice.
I like that.

Except the truth is this is the
Oliver Street Gang territory.

And Cold Blood, I mean Brian,

runs with the Ice Boyz.

Meanin' he's on
the wrong side of the tracks.

Are you done, Sergeant Mullins?

Oh, yeah, I'm done.

Why don't you go?

Come on, Kelvin.

Where's the Marine
that runs this place, Hines?

I'm takin' over for him for a
couple of days. Name's MacGyver.

Well, Mr., uh, MacGyver?

Well, right now you're standing
in the middle of gangbanger hell.

I know your intentions are good,

but believe me, you don't know
what you're up against here.

Unfortunately, I do.

Well, then you know
guys like Brian Jeffries

gangbang till they're dead.

Or in jail.

Word of advice.

Believe nothing.

Expect the worst.

And watch your back.

MacGyver, make yourself at home.
Have a seat.

Yes, ma'am.

Kelvin,
get the plates and napkins.

Okay.

Brian, honey, you haven't
had a thing to eat all day.

I'm not hungry.

Now I hope you ain't got no
designs on startin' no trouble

because of what happened today.

Mama,
how come you can't understand

you got to fight fire with fire?

Maybe because your mother
knows that there are other ways.

Son, look how well
you've been doin' in school

since you joined the
Challengers Club.

School ain't life.
The Challenger Center ain't life.

It's a hideout
from the real deal.

The real deal happens to be

that if you gangbang,
Kelvin's gonna.

Ain't it the truth?

How long you think it's gonna
be before the Oliver Street Gang

won't be sellin' their drugs
and collectin' protection

over here in our 'hood?

You saw Player G today
jumpin' Bobby into his gang.

Next it'll be Kelvin.
Is that what you want?

I'd rather fight back
than to be runnin' scared.

That punk
dissed you today, Mama.

I can't be havin' that.

MacGyver, he's just lookin'
for an excuse

to quit the Challengers Club!

I can see it in his eyes.

Look, it ain't my 'hood.

I don't belong over there.
And they don't belong over here.

So when's it gonna stop, huh?

What's it gonna take?

You've already lost your big
brother Eddie to a gang bullet.

You're on the verge of puttin'
Kelvin through the same crap!

Somebody talkin' about me?

Nobody talkin' about you, Kelvin.

Just set the table.

There you go again, Mama,
treatin' me like I was a little kid.

Get down!

- Mama! Mama!
- Oh, my shoulder!

- Mama, you all right?
- Yeah.

MacGyver, do somethin', please.

Mama, it's me, Kelvin.

Mama, please.
You're gonna be okay.

Brian!

Call the paramedics!

Hello? Listen, you got to get
paramedics over here right away.

My mama's been shot!

You're gonna be all right, Mama.

I know that, Kelvin.

It's that brother of yours
I'm worried about.

I know this isn't gonna do
any good,

but you should be in bed.

MacGyver, please.

You gonna to have to find Brian

before he catches up with
those fools who did the shootin'.

I'll do my best.

And, Kelvin, you help him.

I'm fine.

I don't wanna lose another son.

Hey, yo, Stump, why don't you whip
us up some burgers and fries, man?

Yeah, Stump, you heard
the man. We hungry.

- Word.
- That's right.

C'mon with the bizzoos.

Put some ketchup on mine,
Stumpy.

Fry it up, Stump.

Yo, Cuz, man.

Hey, yo, man, Maynard,
take my stick, man.

I got some business
with the Gunman.

Yo, man, where you hidin'?

Before you say anything, G.,
you owe me three grand.

No, you make
too much money, man.

Quantity of guns and drugs
I get from you,

I should be gettin' a discount.

I told you already,
I don't do discounts.

You do if I say so.
And I'm sayin' so. Got that?

Now, don't mess with me.
Just give me the three grand, okay?

I'll tell you what, Gunman,

I'm gonna take a
twenty percent cut

and I'll forget you were in
my face. How about that?

Nada.

No can do.

Oh, you'll do it,

unless you wanna get smoked.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess, uh...

I guess
since you put it that way...

I don't have a choice, do I?

That's right. Let's take a look at
some of them automatics you got here.

That is nice.

Tell you what, Gunman,

why don't I just take this beauty
to seal the deal? How about that?

Yeah.

Yeah, sorry,
it's a seller's market, dirtbag.

Get back in there, Jojo!

Someone down the alley
just offed G.

Get back in there!

That's right.

- You're sure?
- Yes, sir.

Brian!

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait a minute.

Like I said,

these guys don't quit
till they're dead or in jail.

This time we got an even split.

Got one dead,

one goin' to jail.

Hey, Kelvin.

How you doin', little brother?

What's up?

You wanna tell me what happened?

Why?
You can't help me, man.

Did you ice Player G?
That's all we wanna know.

What difference does it make?
The police don't care

as long as they get another
gangbanger off the street.

I care.

And your mother cares.

Mama asked MacGyver to help.

Then give me a gun so I can bust
out of here and help my homies.

Look, the best thing you can do
for your homies right now

is to help yourself.

Now,

did you do it?

No.

Did you see who did?

No.

But the Gunman was the
only other dude in the alley.

He had to have done it.

Who's the Gunman?

He deals. A white dude.

All right,
what's his righteous name?

Don't know.
Why do you care anyway?

Because I wanna get
to the truth. Is that okay?

Truth don't matter.

The police got a brother.

That's all they need.

Know what I'm sayin'?

Hey, jailkeep!

I'm ready to go.

Kelvin, be strong, homeboy.

Hey, you lookin' for somethin'?

These wine boxes.

You got any idea
who delivers them?

Who are you? A cop?

I'm a friend of Brian Jeffries.

Well, you better
get away from here

before some friends
of that boy he killed show up.

Hey, wait a minute, hold it.

Did you hear the shots?

I didn't hear nothin'.
I didn't see nothin'.

Then you might wanna know that
somebody's been delivering weapons

in your liquor crates here.

See this stuff?

It's called Cosmoline.

It's a lubricant.

They use it when they're
packing guns for shipping.

Do you know a guy
they call the Gunman?

I don't know no Gunman.
I don't know no guns.

I don't even know
what you're talkin' about.

Come on, Stumpy.

At least tell me
about this Minton guy.

The guy who makes
your deliveries.

Stumpy.

Kids are gonna die.

Do you want that
on your conscience?

Gangbangers call him
"The Gunman."

He's the same guy you were
askin' me about in the alley.

He's been around this area
now for about three years.

Last year he worked at a
vending machine company.

Year before it was beverages.

You got a home address
on this guy?

Just a
cellular phone number is all.

In case I needed
a last-minute order filled.

That'll do.
That'll do just fine.

Here. This'll keep you
out of my hair.

Thanks.

Stumpy, you got kids?

Four grandchildren. Why?

There's a meeting tomorrow
at the Challengers Club

for all the folks who are
sick and tired of this stuff.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Well, think about it.

Got enough troubles of my own.

No more meetings.

Mmm-hmm.
That's right, Beulah,

we'd appreciate it.

Thank you.

Hi.

Oh, MacGyver,
I've called everybody.

Most say they gonna try
to come to the meetin',

but, well, we're just gonna
have to wait and see.

You find out anything
on that lead of yours?

Uh, yeah. He goes
by the name of Minton,

but it's an alias.

I had Phoenix
run a trace on his cell phone.

It seems he made most of his calls
around 9:00 in the morning

or 6:00 at night
from the Sunset Lake area.

Sunset Lake?

Black folks almost need

a court order to even just
drive through that neighborhood.

Well, that should make it
easier to find him.

- How?
- His magazines.

Take a look.

Ah.

All the trucks and gun racks
out that way.

Oh, everybody reads this stuff.

Yeah, but not everybody reads
"Black City Beat."

Ain't you somethin'?

And, you know, I believe I know
somebody who works at this magazine

who could give us
a subscriber list!

That's great.

Might even be able to get her
to come to the meetin'.

Oh, speakin' of the meetin',

I'm gonna have to see
about the bleachers.

Ain't you somethin'?

Watch him dribble in, man.

Check 'em out, man,
bring 'em up!

Pick it up, pick it up! Go!

Block that pass!

- Yo, yo, man.
- Watch it, boy!

Watch him low, man,
he comin' down.

Comin' in, comin' in.
Put it up, man!

Oh, man, come on, kick it out!

You can do it, you can do it.

Yo, man, Kel.
What's up?

Time out.
Time out.

- What's up, man.
- What up, Jeff?

Yo, man.

I gots the straight lowdown
on them Oliver Street fools.

What's up, Hard Rock?

On a serious tip, homeboy.

I found out that
12:00 tomorrow,

boom, Gunman is gettin'
with the Oliver Street Gang

at the abandoned brewery.

- Is that a fact, man?
- Check it.

The Gunman came in the
tire shop where I work today

to get a change on his truck.

Wait. You had the Gunman
and you didn't bring him down?

Why, man?

Because my brother's gonna go
to the joint because of the Gunman,

that's why.

Why don't you
just chill out and listen?

Now, what the Gunman
really wanted

was to do gun business
with an "O.G." Ice Boy,

you know what I'm sayin'?

And Hard Rock is a Ice Boy
till the day I die.

He said them Oliver Street fools
beat him on a deal

so he wanted to get them back.

What's that got to do with
not bringin' down the Gunman?

Look, Kel, my brother,

you gots to be more tactical
in these things,

you know what I'm sayin'?

I played along like nothin' was
nothin' so we could get all of them.

Gunman, too.

Payback, my brother.

Straight payback.

What you lookin' for, mister?

Guns.

Drugs.

Oh, you again, huh?

Some people just don't
know when to stop, do they?

I agree.

What do you know?

Hey, I spent 12 years as a cop
in areas like South Central L.A.

I was shot at,
spit on, cussed at.

Of course, then they canned me

because I roughed up
some little low-life

that would have
shot his mother for a fix.

So what?

You turned your beat into a business
opportunity, sellin' guns and drugs?

Yeah, that's right.

See, first they took my job,

then my family.

Then my reputation.

So I figured I'd get a little

restitution.

- From kids?
- Yeah.

Nobody else cares about them.

Why should I?

That's not true, mister.

A lot of people care.

Oh, really?

Why don't they go on down there
then and do somethin' about it?

They are trying.

But they need time.

Time!
You don't have time, buddy!

Understand?

If you're so in love
with those gangbangers,

I think I'll take you
down there with them.

See, I've set up a little meet
with the Oliver Street guys.

What they don't know is
I tipped off the Ice Boyz.

Then I thought I'd sit around and
watch them kill each other for a while.

Then blow up what's left.

Yeah.

Think I'll throw you in
with the "what's left".

- What you up to, Kelvin?
- I gotta go, Mama.

Kelvin, you was gonna help me
with the parents meetin'.

I know. I'll be back in just a minute.
I promise, okay?

Don't you dare leave here,
me tellin' you no!

Don't you get in that car!

Drive, Baker!

Baker, you stop this car
right now, do you hear me?

You boys goin' after trouble
and I know it!

You'll have to drive over
my dead body to get there!

Come on, man. Let's go pick up
my car, man. The guns are in it.

Kelvin, you get your behind
out of that car!

What I'm gonna do now, Kelvin?

Just back up and go around, man.
Back up and go around.

Kelvin!

Come back, Kelvin!

You come back here!

Kelvin!

Come back here!

Regina, you're over-reactin'.

Them boys might have just
been goin' off to play basketball.

"Them boys"
didn't have a basketball.

They didn't have a
"goin'-to-play-basketball" attitude.

We all know
when trouble's comin'

and we don't pay attention.

That's one of our problems.

Well, what we supposed to do?

Know what's going on.

Get involved.

And right now
is a good time to start.

Stumpy. What you doin' here?

All you are interested in

is kissin' up to them
Oliver Street boys.

Believe me,

I didn't wanna come here.

But I got grandchildren.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Glad to have you, Stumpy.
Sit down.

No, I don't have time for that.

I just want to let you know,

I heard the Ice Boyz are
goin' after the Oliver Streets.

Say what?

Sounds like
it's gonna be a bad fight.

Fight? Where?

Over at that abandoned
brewery on Mason Avenue.

I know you ain't thinkin'
about goin' over there yourself.

That's exactly
what I'm gonna do.

Well, I'm gonna call the
police like I got good sense.

Yeah, you can't go over there.

No!

This is our responsibility!

We always
dependin' on the police.

And all they got to depend on
is self defense

when it comes to these gun-wielding
gangbangers, our children.

You hear me? Our children!

And we better damn well
do somethin' about it!

You're crazy!

No,

I am desperate!

Y'all that's gonna come, come.

You gonna stay, stay!

Today we gonna look our kids
in the eye

and say, "No."

We gonna do it ourselves!

Like we should have been doin'
all the time!

Okay, MacGyver,

my turn to improve the world.

Gonna clean up a lot of trash
with one big bang.

One big bang.

The Oliver Street days are done.

Ice Boyz is in the house now
and we gonna put in some work.

Ice Boyz must have
lost their way.

Yeah, it looks like we gonna
be plantin' more than trees.

Let's mob on these fools.

Yo, Ice Boyz is wack!

Well, come get some then, fool.

What's up? You ain't said
nothin' but a word, Bootsy!

- What you wanna do?
- Tell them to throw down!

Who's that, man?

It's Minton.

Man, I'm gonna
bust a cap in that fool!

Damn, it's my grandma.

Hey, man, what your mama
doin' here?

I don't know, man.
What's your mama doing here?

- Boy, what you doin'?
- You crazy?

Grab my arm.
Come on.

Come on.
Don't let go. Pull!

It's MacGyver.

Look at him tryin' to
save the Gunman's life.

Why he tryin' to do that?

You got a problem with somebody
showin' a little human decency?

Hey, check this out.

Put your guns down!

He set you up!

This truck

is filled with dynamite!

Put the guns down!

Do like the man says.

Look at you!

So easy to get you little
fools to kill one another!

Give you some drugs,

give you some guns,

just turn you loose
in your own neighborhood!

Somebody kills!

Somebody dies!

Somebody goes to prison!

Fools, every one of you!

Put the damn guns down
and think!

Think!

You ain't hurtin' nobody
but your own!

It's no excuse.

No excuse!

Stupid!

Hey!

Man, it's good to be out.

The joint ain't happenin',
little brother.

Word.

Why, I be takin' my show to the
Forum with Michael Jordan anyway.

Uh, with hands like that,
you better be thinkin' lawyer.

Yeah? Well, you gonna
eat your words, bro,

when you see me in one of
those sneaker commercials.

Your project "Green the Scene"
is workin', MacGyver,

in more ways than one.

The trick is to keep it working.

Oh, guns, drugs, gangs,

we got a lot of bad habits
to break in our community.

If we don't,

these bad habits
gonna destroy us.

It don't have to be
"dog eat dog."

It can be
people respectin' people.

Maybe the kids
have some role models now.

I sure hope so.

Hello, Lobo.

Let me guess.

You boys are on a crack bust,
and you can't stop to talk.

Right?

Thanks for bailing
me out, MacGyver.

You violated
your probation, Lobo.

You promised the judge you'd
keep your art on the canvas!

That wasn't art,
it was a message.

Hey, what was I supposed to do?

Stand around and wait for the
man to evict my grandmother?

He did it anyway.
Right after you left.

Come on, I borrowed a truck.

We can move
her stuff to my place.

Hold it, Kasanti.

I thought there were
no legal encumbrances

holding up the sale
of this building.

I paid you a fortune
for this slum.

Now my lawyers tell me I can't
take title and start demolition

because a Gloria Diaz

is contesting
your eviction notice.

Was contesting
the eviction notice.

The judge threw her case out
this morning

because her lawyers couldn't
come up with the so-called evidence.

Come here.

Take a look.

Please, put the table
over there by the boxes

and be careful
you do not bang the legs.

Easy! That's
my wedding day china.

I lived my married life

and raised five children
in this building.

They might as well
cut my heart out.

We'll get your things
in the truck, Grandma.

I never had trouble
with the old landlord.

He was no angel.

But he treated us
like human beings.

Not like Kasanti.

Kasanti has no heart.

Trust me.
She's history.

You better be right.

I'm not about to delay

a $200 million
urban renewal project

because you couldn't handle
one little old lady.

The quilt, Antonio. Put the
quilt over that rocking chair.

Mrs. Diaz, you don't have
to worry about your stuff.

We'll take care of it just fine.

Thank you, MacGyver.

I only know you a little while,
but you are like family.

Hey, how about that, MacGyver?

We're related.

Great.

My lawyers.

Oh, Gloria, I'm sorry.
I'm so very sorry.

That's what happens
when you don't pay the rent.

I don't have to pay the rent!

Not until your boss
fixes up this place

like the law says, Stroud!

You had your day in court.

I thought you two weren't gonna
let them evict my grandmother.

Lobo, all the evidence
we had against Kasanti

was stolen from our office
last night.

The photographs, the documentation,
the affidavits, everything.

There was no way we could stop
them from getting an eviction notice.

So much for the law,
eh, MacGyver?

This is Mr. MacGyver,

Antonio's savior last August,

when the police caught him
redecorating the freeway overpass.

Ah, the man who recognized
his talent

and gave him his own art studio.

Actually, it's just
a corner in my garage.

Helen Dempsey and Rose Magruta.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Uh, this evidence
that was stolen, uh,

what was it all about?

Proof that this building
was a fire trap.

And proof that
the plumbing didn't work.

Not to mention evidence

that three families were
living in one little apartment.

And the fact that Kasanti lied

when he said this place met
the city building regulations.

Kasanti.

That's the guy
you were advertising, right?

Yeah.

My grandma told him to stuff it when
he came around for this month's rent.

It was their legal strategy.

We thought we finally
had a case against him.

It's not your fault, Rose.

Uh, ladies,

what if I could get
this evidence back?

- We'd go to court in a flash.
- Oh.

Okay.

Um, you're gonna need a camera.

My grandson is having
his sixth birthday today,

but, uh, snapshots can wait.

Could you ladies give my
grandma a ride to my place?

Oh, of course.

Okay.

Well, let's get moving.

- I know, darling...
- There are things to do.

Everything is gonna be fine.

I think this young fellow
can help us.

You need to relax.
We'll make you a nice cup of tea.

This is where
I grew up, MacGyver.

My mama was a hair stylist.

Her dream was to move
to a house of our own.

Problem is, she died a
year later when I was three.

Goodbye, dream.

Oh, what about your dad?

Just a name on a wall.

The Vietnam Memorial.

Yeah. My grandma made this
place a home in spite of Kasanti.

She was the only
tenant left, right?

Everybody else gave up
and moved out.

Here, check this out.

This was my room till last year.

I decided I was
independent enough

to find my own level of poverty.

Thank you very much.

Yeah, welcome to Club Dread.

Southern exposure overlooking

an airshaft full of garbage,

hot and cold running rats.

No heat in winter.

Who could ask for anything more?

"Vegetables suck"?

Pretty nice, huh?

Oh, yeah.

That's when I knew
art was my life.

I was seven.

Well, you like expressing
yourself so much,

grab something to write with
and take some notes.

Oh! Gee!

I think we got a problem.

Yeah? What's that?

That guy, MacGyver?
Helped move the old lady out?

He's in there snooping around
with the kid taking pictures.

Mmm. Not for long.

Smoke alarm's
not even connected.

Figures.

Hey, you two!

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

This is private property.

And you're in luck, MacGyver.
It's Kasanti, the blood-sucker himself.

Yeah, well, you guys
are trespassing. Out!

Out, before I call the cops.

Well, you do what you got to do.

I'm not quite finished here yet.

What's that supposed to mean?

That means this place
is a deathtrap,

and I'm gonna prove it.

Yeah. I got a city inspection
report that says otherwise.

All right.
We'll sort it out in court.

Fine, we will.
Fine. Clear.

Look at them.
Ain't they something?

On a rainy day, I'd hold
the cockroach Olympics.

Fastest cockroach got to live.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Hey, I'm writing. I'm writing.

Uh-oh, MacGyver, I don't think
Kasanti called the cops.

It's that idiot, Stroud,
the building manager.

Hey, guys.
We got a problem here?

No problem.
Just a warning.

We don't like strangers.

Ain't gonna
get away with it, man.

Hey, pal, you're trespassin'.

We're just here
defendin' ourselves.

Hey, Lobo,

is there another way
out of here?

Yeah, straight up.

Great.

Gentlemen, uh, what do you
say we just leave peacefully?

It's too late.

Over there,
there's a fire escape.

Lobo,

we got to jump.

What, are you kidding?

Nope.

Stop 'em!

Go after 'em!

This way!

Keep going.
Follow me.

Grab that pipe.

Oh, Mrs. Magruta,
I don't know what to do.

Kim Soo, your ex-husband

cannot come and take
your children away.

Now, I promise.

Here, drink some tea.

Yo, Helen, got the evidence.

Oh, thank God you're okay.

Gloria just called and said you
two guys are lucky to be alive.

Well, uh, can I get you
some tea? Cookies.

Rose, they're not
your grandchildren.

Everything you need
should be right in there.

Way to go.

Man, Kasanti's gonna wish
he never laid eyes on us.

You think Kasanti
was behind the attack?

Oh, it had to be him.
He owns Stroud.

Perhaps we can explain.

Hamilton Plaza.

Is an urban
redevelopment project.

If it gets city council
approval,

it's gonna drive downtown
real estate values sky high.

And let Kasanti
sell his buildings

for a huge profit, right?

To Lawton Enterprises.

Andrew Lawton's company?

That's right.
He's the prime contractor.

If you ask me,

he and Kasanti are
two of a kind.

Anything for a buck.

Have you talked to Lawton?

Huh, tried to. We couldn't
get an appointment.

Oh, nobody can
get in to see him.

Phoenix Foundation?
Send him right in.

Normally I don't take
unscheduled meetings,

but you mentioned
the magic word.

Phoenix.

Lawton Enterprises built
your facility, Mr. MacGyver.

Beauty, grace,
internal efficiency,

minimal ecological impact.

I wish I could be so
fortunate with our next project.

Hamilton Plaza.
Yeah, I know.

That's why I'm here.

Oh? Is there
some kind of problem?

Well, the problem,
Mr. Lawton, is urban renewal

at the expense of innocent
people losing their homes.

You mean losing their sub-standard,
vermin-infested apartments

no human being
should have to live in.

Because slum lords don't
keep them up to code.

All the more reason
for them to move out.

Mr. Lawton,

I came here to make
sure you were aware

of some of the tactics landlords
are using to get people to move out.

That's none of my concern.

It should be.

Look, MacGyver,

there are gonna be
a few dislocation problems.

But Hamilton Plaza means jobs,

a better quality of life, a tax
base on which to build schools.

It also means a lot of poor
people are gonna suffer

while you make slumlords
like Victor Kasanti rich overnight.

Kasanti?

You know him?

Yeah. He ran a friend of mine
out of one of his buildings.

Well, I'm sorry.

But as long as
his evictions are legal,

I have no quarrel with the man.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to prepare for
tomorrow's press conference.

Mr. Lawton, your new complex
here is gonna look awfully funny

with a tenement stuck
in the middle of it.

Are you threatening me?

No, sir, I'm not.

I came here to appeal
to your sense of justice.

Obviously, you don't have one.

So, I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to help fight this eviction

no matter how long it ties up
Mr. Kasanti's property.

Get Kasanti on the phone.

Now.

How'd it go with Uptown Lawton?

Not like I expected.

Getting a rich education,
ain't you, man?

Take a look at this.

Four of Kasanti's tenements,

four different inspectors.

That's weird.

Well, they can't
all be on the take.

What mushroom have you
been living under?

Here you go. Just pay
the cashier down the hall.

Ah, thank you.

Excuse me.

Uh, just a minute.

Yes?

Yeah, I'd like to speak
to an Inspector Miller.

So would I. He left
with my favorite stapler.

- Left?
- Fired.

Uh, what about an
Inspector Gladston?

Fired.

Inspector Pelham?

Took a job in private industry.

I don't suppose Dale Winslow
is around, is he?

Retired.

Well, it was fun
looking for parking space.

Now, wait a minute.
Excuse me.

Would you happen to know
when these guys left?

The dates?

June 6, 1988,

April 23, 1989,

March 12, 1990

and October 2, 1990.

Gentlemen, perhaps I could
be of some help.

I'm Clinton Ferris. I'm the
director of Building and Safety.

Lobo. MacGyver.

A couple of confused dudes.

Yeah, we're working on
a legal matter for someone.

Uh-huh. And?

Well, these inspection reports
don't click, man.

Yeah, according to the dates,
the inspectors signed them months,

sometimes years,
after they had left the job.

- May I look at them?
- Sure.

Please, why don't you step
into my office over here?

Thanks.

Whoa, check this out.

- Doggie heaven.
- Put it down.

It's kind of a hobby of mine.

Yeah?

This you?

Yeah, with Lord Jim.

Talk about a high point
in one's life.

Carriage, conformation, stance.

Lord Jim had it all.

And then there's
this kind of thing.

Goodness knows I try
to sort out the bad apples.

What do you mean?

I mean that these are forgeries.

It's an old scam,
Mr. MacGyver.

Slumlord bribes
the building inspector,

the inspector signs the name
of another inspector

who's no longer answerable
for his actions.

Slumlords like Kasanti?

Yes.

Among hundreds of others.

And believe you me, the tenants
are not the only ones they feed off of.

They feed off of poorly paid
civil servants

who have bills to pay,

kids to put through college,

men who should know better,

but can't resist
vultures like Kasanti.

Would you be willing
to testify to all this?

Absolutely.

And I promise, I will find the men
who forged these signatures,

and I will take
the appropriate action.

All right, Ferris.
You're one happening dude, bro!

Well, thank you.

We've got some
interesting information.

We went to the tax assessor's office,
and guess what?

The tax roles show
joint ownership

of almost all of
Kasanti's tenements.

- So he has a partner.
- Mmm-hmm.

Dempsey and Magruta.

Yeah, uh,
this is Victor Kasanti.

Victor Kasanti?

Mr. MacGyver is right here.

On one.

Yeah.

Yeah, enough is enough,
MacGyver.

W-What do you say
we get together?

We resolve
this Gloria Diaz thing

and then--then we can both
get on with our lives.

What do you have in mind?

Meet me at the building
in--in an hour, okay?

You--You'll like
what I got to say.

He wants to meet me
at Gloria's building.

How can you trust that man?

Are you kidding?

He trusts everybody until
they chase him with a pipe.

All right. Come on.

Man, this place is
gettin' spooky.

What was that?

Maybe we should get out of here.

You say you heard people arguing?

Sure sounded like it.

How many people?
Two? Three?

I don't know, man.

Did you recognize
Kasanti's voice?

Uh-uh, they were too far away.

How about a car?

Did you see any kind
of vehicle parked in front?

Nada.

You didn't see anyone?

That's all you can tell me?

Voices, then footsteps.
That was it, man.

We don't know who it was.

I do. It was Mr. Uptown,
Andrew Lawton.

Right.

Listen, we'll get back
to you guys.

Is it true, Kasanti's dead?

- Yeah, too bad, huh?
- Lobo.

Strange.

There's a certain irony

to a slum landlord having a
fatal accident in his own building.

Well, I'm not so sure
it was an accident.

Kasanti was arguing with
Moneybags Lawton when we got here.

You don't know that.

It all makes sense, doesn't it?

Who else would
snuff out Kasanti?

Look, Kasanti was
in tight with Lawton,

and he got too greedy,
so Lawton took him out.

Now he's got it all,
my grandma's got nothing

and she's out
on the street for good.

Maybe. Maybe not.

But you have no proof,
so you better stop pointing fingers.

He's right, Antonio.

We have got to do this
the legal way.

Yeah, right.

Your legal way got my grandma
tossed out into the street.

- Hey.
- No, MacGyver, admit it.

Lawton's holding a press
conference tomorrow, man.

He won, we lost.

Lobo, we can still go to court.

Listen, it's not over yet.

Yeah? Well, it is for me.
I'm out of here.

He may be right.

With Kasanti dead,

his grandmother may have
no legal recourse.

Maybe not.

Remember, Kasanti had a partner.

- All right.
- You keep talking.

- All right.
- Come on.

He's out. We're not
sure what he got.

All right.

All right, all right, hold on.

Yeah, I'm comin'.
I'm comin'. I'm comin'.

It's not even noon yet.

All right.

Fine.

- Mo.
- MacGyver.

What the heck
are you doing here?

Do you know what time it is?

Hey, I'm sorry if I woke you up.

But I need a handwriting expert,

- and you're the best.
- Oh, yeah?

Well, the D.A. didn't think so
when he sent me up.

That's because you were forging
signatures instead of analyzing them.

Well, it looks like you've done pretty
good since you left the halfway house.

Well, they couldn't drag me back
to the joint with a team of horses.

You know, I sort of like having
doors that I can unlock from the inside.

You know what I mean?

Well, what have you got?

Uh, four signatures.

I want you to tell me if they're
the work of the same person.

What's it all about?

Well, if I'm right,
catching a killer.

I appreciate you
joining me this morning.

I'm proud to announce
that Hamilton Plaza

is about to become a reality.

As of noon today,

Lawton Enterprises will embark
on the most ambitious

urban renewal project
in this city's history.

Yo! Beautiful people,

- it's coffee time.
- Who's that?

What the devil...

Now, what are you doing
standing around in the dark?

You are missing
one beautiful day.

Get him off there.

Am I right or am I right?

Whoa!
"How fat cats get fat.

"They eat people's homes."

Hey, Lawton,

that's you!

Oh, my God,
you've got to be kidding.

What is this?
Who are you?

Keep rolling. I'm ready.

No, stop.
This is ludicrous.

In other news,
city police arrested 20 people...

Uh-huh.

Come here, take a look.
I want to show you somethin'.

Look at it. See the curvature
on the loops?

Which we also call the, uh,
slant and terminal strokes.

Same guy?

Same guy forged all four names.

Mmm-hmm.
I'd bet my life on it.

No, make that my shirt.
I've bet my life too many times.

What about the signature
on this check endorsement?

...soaring crime rate,

which Police Chief Harold Brooks
admitted is the highest in the city.

Over 50 percent...

Yeah.
Definitely, same guy.

And now, let's switch
to News Central's Cindy Clark

for a live report.

This is Cindy Clark,
reporting from downtown

where a bizarre scene
is taking place.

Across the street,
a shockingly graphic billboard

which questions the propriety...

Oh, man.

...of the newly-approved
Hamilton Plaza project.

Here, inside the offices of prime
contractor, Lawton Enterprises,

total confusion.

Please!
May I have your attention?

I beg you.

With me is notorious
graffiti artist, Lobo,

who claims responsibility.

Yeah, that's right. I want the
whole world to know the truth.

And that is?

Andrew Lawton is driving
poor and innocent people

like my grandmother
from their homes.

He doesn't care if she
ends up in the gutter.

All he cares about is money.

What do you have to say
about that, Mr. Lawton?

Oops. Got to run now, folks,
but stay tuned.

I ain't finished yet.

Come here.
Come here, kid!

Around that way!

Mr. Lawton, what is
your response to all this?

Well, Cindy, as you know,
I have nothing to hide.

But what you're seeing here today
is the work of a juvenile delinquent

who has nothing better to do
with his life than deface property

and crucify innocent people.

You're saying Lobo's
charges aren't true?

Friends of yours?

Yes and no.

Thanks, Mo.

Well, naturally,
there are some tenants

who for whatever reason failed
to make proper arrangements...

Anytime.

Hello.

Hey, MacGyver.

Hey, nice art show.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Listen, man,
I want to turn myself in,

but I want you to go with me.

Where are you?

I'll be at
my grandma's apartment.

There's some new evidence
you got to see, man.

Okay. You all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
Just come quick, all right?

All right.

Attaboy, Lobo.
Now you're learnin'.

Lobo?

Lobo?

Put it down.

Where's Lobo?

He's waitin' for you.

Now, move.

Sorry, MacGyver.

I didn't have a choice.

It's all right, Lobo.

At least now we know
who we're dealin' with.

Right, Ferris?

That's very good, MacGyver.

I'm impressed.

Stroud was workin'
for Ferris all along.

Yeah, I know.

Ferris was Kasanti's
secret partner.

How'd you find out?

Your endorsement on the
checks Kasanti was writing

to your shadow corporation,

Lord Jim Properties.

Tie him up.

You went 50-50 with Kasanti
years ago, didn't you, Ferris?

Man had to do something
with all the money

the landlords were paying him
to look the other way.

Well, I told you, it's very hard
living on a civil servant's salary.

And what about Kasanti?

Well, he was afraid you had
enough on him to put him in jail,

and he was willing to
hold up on the deal.

So you killed the dude?

If you can't stand the heat,
get out of the kitchen.

Know what I mean?

Get the car.

This is not your, uh,
standard demolition device,

but, uh, it's effective
nonetheless.

Let's go.

It don't look that big.

No, it's just a trigger.

If the nitrates
in that barrel go off,

the whole building will blow.

What are you doing?

These ties are made of plastic.

They've got a low melting point.

Come on.

How much time we got?

Well, enough time to defuse it.

Yeah, well, how about a vote?
I say we run like hell.

Dang.

Dang?

Hey, they're getting away!

- Here, hold that.
- What, are you kidding?

Whoa!

With me is Andrew Lawton,
the developer of Hamilton Plaza.

Mr. Lawton, are you saying
the project is on hold?

Only until the final plans
have been revised

to include brand-new housing
for current residents,

the vital need for which has
been so eloquently expressed

by Mr. MacGyver
on behalf of Gloria Diaz.

Gloria Diaz, the proud widow

whose fight to retain her
simple home with all its memories

touched the heart
of an entire city.

I believe you have something
to ask Mrs. Diaz?

Indeed I do.

Mrs. Diaz,

out of the ashes of this and
other buildings will soon rise

beautiful, new,
affordable housing.

And in honor of your role
in bringing this moment about,

I invite you to be the first
new tenant to move in.

Sure.

As long as you pay
for the moving men.

You are Mei Jan's friend?

- MacGyver.
- I'm Tan Yee.

The shipment's in the warehouse.

Yeah, Globe Wide, this is Lee.

Tan Yee has made contact
with an American.

They're in the warehouse.

Deal with him.

"Made in Korea." Ha!

All this came from Camp Zero.
A forced labor prison in China.

Yeah, I know.

I got a lot of friends there,
other students.

They're being starved and tortured
so the fascists in Beijing can get rich.

Uh, Mei Jan said you
smuggled out a videotape?

I hid it over here.

It's been magnetically coded.
Can you unscramble it?

Yeah, no problem.
What's on it?

The truth about Camp Zero.

A girl sent there
smuggled in a camera.

She got this out before the guards
discovered what she was up to,

and executed her.

Big trouble.

No kidding.

Wait here.

Hold it right there.

That's far enough.

We've got to get out of here.

Don't let them get the tape.

Give me the tape.

Hand it over. Now!

Get on!

You might want to cover up.

That's our way out.

Uh, they won't be following.

I guess you could say
I gave them a free tune-up.

Name's MacGyver.

Yeah, I'm, uh, Sam.

Hey, Sam, thanks for your help.

What were you doing
back there, anyway?

Uh, working. I'm a stringer.

- A photojournalist.
- Ah.

MacGyver!

I was so worried.
I was gonna...

Mei Jan, a couple of guys
showed up.

Tan Yee?

He didn't make it.

I'm sorry.

Uh...

He did give me this
to give to you.

He's a friend of yours?

He helped me out.

Uh, Sam, Mei Jan.

- Hi.
- Thank you, Sam.

I don't know what this is all about,
but you're welcome.

Please, come inside.

We searched Tan Yee.

All we got was a phone number.

Then the American has the tape.

We must move quickly.

Put the crates
back on the freighter.

Hide the body along with it.

Leave nothing.

China has 1,000 Laogai,

forced labor prisons
holding millions of people,

most of them political.

Camp Zero's the biggest.

We heard that the students
arrested in Tiananmen Square

were being sent there
as slave labor.

So you think the stuff in those
crates was made at Camp Zero?

Hopefully, we can prove that.

Yeah, but it's illegal to import
anything made with convict labor.

I mean, how would they
get it past customs?

There's a ring
of import companies.

They route the shipments through
Hong Kong and Korea to confuse customs.

All right, got it.

That's Lin Yi and Su Min!

They were in Tiananmen Square
when the soldiers attacked.

Don't the Chinese deny using
student protestors as slave labor?

Yeah.

This should shoot some holes
in their story.

I must fax Beijing and let them
know that we have the tape.

And also about Tan Yee.

So, photojournalist,

what's the story
at the warehouse?

Well, I was following
those two goons,

hoping they'd lead me
to a guy named Chung.

But, instead,
they led me to you.

Who's Chung?

Chung Tai Shan.

Look.

That's him there in the middle.

He owns a big Asian import
company called Globe Wide.

Yeah, why are you after him?

Well, 10 years ago,
he was Colonel Chung,

in the Red Chinese Army.

I want to expose him
as a murderer.

Why, you got proof?

I saw him.

I was only nine at the time,

but I'll never forget that face.

Ten years is a long time, Sam.

He killed my mother.

Mom was a photojournalist.

She was working on a story about
the democratic movement in China.

We were staying in a
small village near Beijing.

One night there was a meeting.

The soldiers came.

Mom made me hide.

Stop!

You are a spy!
Kneel! Down!

Shot resisting arrest.

That's the official story.

How'd you know that?

Um...

Uh, I knew a woman.

She was killed in China.

What was your mom's name?

Katherine.

She thought it sounded stuffy.
She liked to be called...

- Kate.
- Yeah.

Kate Malloy.

You knew her?

I... Yeah.

Yeah, we were friends.

Close friends?

Well...

I mean, it was a long time ago,
it was 20 years.

Mom gave me this.

It's got a couple
of pictures in it.

One's of her.

She said the other one's
my father.

It is you, isn't it?

You're my father.

Pete.

It's too late, MacGyver.
The warehouse is cleaned out.

Terrific. Terrific.

But we still have
the tape on Camp Zero.

Mei Jan, I'm sorry,

but if we don't present solid
evidence to the state department,

that the Chinese have been
smuggling banned goods into the U.S.,

those trade talks
are going on as scheduled.

Then Tan Yee died for nothing?

Chung's very efficient.

Oh, uh, Sam,
this is Pete Thornton.

He works for
the Phoenix Foundation.

- Hi.
- Sam.

Are you a friend of MacGyver's?

Uh, actually, I'm a relative.

A what?

MacGyver?

It's a long story, Pete.

Uh, the guys who killed your friend
work for a company called Globe Wide.

The owner's name is Chung.

All right, I'll check it out
right away.

- MacGyver?
- Pete...

W-Why don't we
look inside? Come on.

This is the debris.

MacGyver, I thought your grandfather
Harry was your last living relative.

Yeah, me too.

Well then, what line
of the family is Sam from?

I guess you could say
he's from my side.

He's my son.

Your what?

He's my son, Pete.

I, uh... I knew his
mother a long time ago.

Like I said, it's a long story.

Yeah, I bet it is.

Your son?

You're a father!

Imagine that.

Yeah.

Yeah, imagine that.

Oh, man.

Pete, I swear to you,
the crates were here.

You can still see the
dust patterns they left.

Well, MacGyver, are you finding anything?

Well, maybe, Pete.

There's a beetle here

that might help us determine
where the crates were from.

Yeah, how?

A forensic entomologist.

Oh, yeah.

Well, we happen to have
one of those at Phoenix.

Dr. Fleck.

Well, do you want
to get him working on it?

See if he can find out
where this little guy is from?

Sure.

Oh, and have him run
a spectrograph on this.

Yeah!

Steel smelted in China would
have a high ratio of iron isotopes.

Yeah, sure.

Well, I'll let you know
as soon I get something.

Well, he's a chip
off the old block, isn't he?

Yeah.

You know, Pete, I don't know
if I'm ready for this.

- You mean being a father?
- Yeah.

Well, as one father to another,
let me tell you something.

You're never ready.
I mean, it's like life.

You take what comes
and make the best of it.

And you're pretty good at that.

And after the soldiers left,

I spent the night
crying my eyes out.

Next morning,
I hiked to Beijing.

Wait a minute,
you were nine years old

and you hiked through Red China?

Yeah. I always could
take care of myself.

Mom said it runs in the family.

Anyway, a couple of Mom's reporter
friends brought me back to the States,

and since Mom had no
relatives left, they took care of me,

until I was old enough
to make it on my own.

Why didn't you try to find me?

All I had was the picture
from this locket.

And Mom died before
she even told me your name.

You remember her.

Tough lady to forget.

Yeah.

This is the last time
we were together.

After we graduated, uh, she
went to cover a story in Brazil.

Why didn't she tell me?

Well, Mom said
you moved around a lot,

helping people
all over the world.

And she said that she'd introduce us
when we'd both grown up.

She knew me pretty well.

Yeah.

She told me one time you
were both like discoverers.

That most people could be happy
living in one place all their lives,

but the two of you could only
be happy if you were on the road

to somewhere else.

She said that runs
in the family, too.

Sam...

I know.

She loved you, too.

I transmitted your description
of the American to Beijing.

They believe it was this man.

- Yes, that's him.
- MacGyver.

He works for
the Phoenix Foundation.

Champion of so-called
human rights causes.

Beijing says that he is an
active sympathizer with a group

of student anarchists
led by this girl.

If MacGyver gave her the tape,
she will use it to destroy

the trade talks
with the United States.

We must stop her.

How can we find her?

This phone number you found
on Tan Yee.

What's that?

It's a fax machine.

Probably one of
the student underground lines.

Should be easy to trace.

Tofu? Wheat germ?

Don't you have anything
that's even a little bad for you?

Harry used to say eating
healthy never hurt anybody.

Who's Harry?

He was your great-grandfather.

Oh.

I think you would have
liked him.

Here.

That's all right.

I'll have some toast.

You got any bread?

Yeah.

Here.

So...

Sam.

Samuel.

How'd your mom
come up with that?

Well, actually, my real name's Sean.
Sam's a nickname.

Sean A. Malloy.

S-A-M, Sam. Get it?

Yeah.

What about the "A"?

Uh... That's my middle name.

Let me guess.

Angus.

Yeah. Mom loved it.

Yeah, I know.

I'm not too crazy
about it, though.

I know the feeling.

- Yeah?
- MacGyver, it's Pete.

I've got some info.

Dr. Fleck identified
that beetle you found.

It's called a
metallic wood borer.

How do you like that?

And it's native to only one
region in south central China.

- Hunan province.
- Exactly.

And that is where
Camp Zero is located.

Oh, and Sam was right.

The spectrograph test on
that engine part you gave me

detected a high ratio
of iron isotopes.

That metal was
definitely smelted in China.

Listen, with this and the tape,

I think we have enough
to go to the state department.

At least the secretary's
gonna have to listen.

- Well, what about Chung?
- Well, I checked out his company,

and, uh, it seems legit.

But there's very little
personal data on Chung.

He seems to stay
pretty much to himself.

- I did get his address.
- What is it?

Uh, 54 Oakwood Estates.

You know, even if
he is the front man

for this smuggling pipeline
we've got here,

we don't have enough
to go after him.

Yeah, I know, Pete.

How soon can we get
to the state department?

Well, I've already made
an appointment.

Listen, Mei Jan is over at
the student underground office

and she has the tape.

I need for you to go over there,
pick her up, and bring her over here.

All right. Will do.

What are you doing with that?

Maybe you don't have enough
to go after Chung. But I do.

Not with that, you don't.

It's all Chung needed.

Let me understand
something then.

You're actually planning to
go out and take a human life?

- Well the law can't touch him.
- So what?

You're the judge,
jury and executioner?

He was.

I saw him put a gun to her head.

- I want justice.
- All right, hold it right there.

Murder is not justice.

The killing
has got to stop with us.

We should be telling ourselves we're
good enough to solve our problems

without taking human life.

The killing has got to stop, Sam.

Now right now that's a choice
you've got to make.

What do you know?

My first father-son lecture.

Yeah.

How was it?

Kind of hard to take.

But not bad.

I still can't believe
you're really his son.

Yeah, I know.

Isn't it wonderful, MacGyver?

You know, now that I think about it,
there is a resemblance.

Get her feet!

Shut up!

Help!

- Hold on to her!
- Get the door!

Once we're outside U.S. water,
the shipment goes overboard.

Along with
our dead revolutionary.

We set sail in a half hour.
Stay here. Guard the girl.

Yeah, thanks. I've got it.

A computer check
just turned up a freighter

under contract
to Chung's company.

It sails for Hong Kong
from Pier 16 this afternoon.

- All right. I'll check it out.
- I'm gonna go with you.

I don't think so.
There could be some trouble.

Look, we just found out
you're my father, okay.

That's father, not boss.
I've been on my own a long time.

And I'm old enough to vote.
I'm old enough to fight for my country,

not to mention the fact that I am
a professional photojournalist

and I'm looking at one
hell of a story. So back off.

I'm going with you.

- Pete...
- Nope. Sorry.

I make it a point never to get
involved in family arguments.

Thanks.

Ah, what do you know?

My first son-father lecture.

How was it?

Kind of hard to take.

But okay.

Got any idea how
we're gonna get aboard?

Well, I guess we ride.

What's wrong?

I'm a little afraid of heights.

That's funny,
they don't bother me.

You got that from your mother.

He's guarding something.

Wait here.

Mei Jan!

MacGyver!

Oh, thank God!

Come on, we got to go.

Wait! The crates from the
warehouse are in the hold!

We got to get to a phone.

Sam, look out!

Dad!

No!

It appears we will have
more burials at sea to perform.

Careful.

Your arm's broken.

Ow!

You scared me, man.

- How long have I been out?
- Just a few minutes.

Where's Mei Jan?

They took her up to the bridge.

- Ow!
- Hold still.

Where'd you learn
how to do that?

I don't know.

Just kind of made sense.

Huh.

I should have listened to you.

Going after Chung
was stupid, and...

Hey, we all make mistakes.

Yeah, some mistake.
Look at the fix I got us into.

You've got to learn to be
more optimistic.

Look at all the options.

All the doors are locked.

You can't climb.

I only see one option.

The captain says
we're clear to cast off.

Excellent.

You see,
you accomplished nothing.

When the United States
renews our trade status,

there will be
an economic boom in China.

As for your slave labor...

Perhaps instead of being
executed for treason,

you will be sent to Camp Zero
along with your student friends.

They will need help
keeping up with the demand.

Hey, we can tear these crates apart
and use them to make a ladder.

No. That'd take too long.

Yeah, you're right.

Wish we could just sprout wings.

Yeah.

Maybe we can.

We can?

How?

Water pressure?

Yeah.

Three thousand pounds
of thrust ought to do it.

Uh, there any seatbelts left
in that crate?

Yeah, lots.

Rig up a couple
of harnesses for us.

Hey...

Might need that.

Cool.

Let's hustle, huh?

We can use these for
frames for the harnesses.

Perfect.

Mom said you're pretty
good at getting out of jams.

I hope she was right.

So do I.

You sure about this?

Your great-grandfather used to say,
"Only fools are sure of anything.

A wise man
keeps on guessing."

You're right.

- I would've liked him.
- Yeah.

Hook me up!

When the pressure redlines,
we hit the nozzles.

Okay!

Oh, man!

Now!

What about Mei Jan?

We've got to get her
off the bridge.

Hey, wait.

How about a small mutiny?

That's a good idea.

Cut the top off that.

Good.

- You got a match?
- Yeah.

Good man.

Stop!

Chung!

Drop your gun!

No.

Mei Jan, don't.

No!

This is for Tan Yee.

Mei Jan, put the gun down.

Don't you see?

This is all that people
like him understand.

That's his way.

Not yours.

Not ours.

Don't you see?
If you kill him,

then Tan Yee's death
really was for nothing.

It has to stop with us.

It has to.

Hey.

Your mom would be proud.

- Hi, Mr. Thornton.
- Sam.

Well, are you guys
all packed for your trip?

Just finished.

Oh, uh, MacGyver, the Phoenix
board asked me to give you this.

Pete.

It's an offer of a new contract,
and it's very generous.

I think you ought to look at it.

We've been through
this before, Pete.

Sam and I have got a little
catching up to do.

Well I--I told them
I didn't think you'd go for it.

You know, I can't even
imagine what it's gonna be like

without you around here.

Well, it was bound to happen.

Things change.

Not always.

Good things don't.

Don't you ever change, MacGyver.

Don't you either, Pete.

Well, uh, can I expect you to
drop in once in a while anyway?

Count on it, my friend.

Sam.

Take care of your old man,
will you?

You can count on it.

So, uh,

where to?

Somewhere else.

This is Richard Dean Anderson.

On behalf of all of us
at MacGyver,

I'd like to thank you,
our audience,

for seven great seasons.

It is written,

"Another stranger
will follow the first.

A resourceful man.

He is drawn to this
abomination and to our destiny.

He will come from the sky,

out of the West."

- Mac!
- Jack.

You're okay?

You came for me!

Thank God.
You're all right?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Nothing's broken?

No, I'm fine.

- Oh, great, now I can break your neck!
- Hey, hey, hey, amigo!

- What's got into you?
- You!

You and your constant hustles,
that's what's gotten into me.

Who have you been talking to?

I'm here on a legit
Phoenix mission.

Pete must've told you that.

Oh, yeah, he told me all right.

What I can't figure
is how you conned

Pete and the entire
Phoenix board

into underwriting
this scheme of yours.

Scheme?
Who said it was a scheme?

I did. Just now.
Didn't you hear me?

I know you, Jack!

Well, that hurts.

That really hurts.

I had research, facts, figures.

No, no.

You conned a roomful
of aging bureaucrats

into thinking they could tack
80 years onto their golf game.

The fountain of youth.
Give me a break.

Boy, have you ever
become the cynic?

All right, all right,
wait a minute.

Let me explain
something to you, okay?

This valley is
part of Kabulstan,

a very hostile third world country
that does not like strangers.

Now this scheme of yours,
whatever it is,

is not worth the risk.

Mac, the military dictatorship
of Kabulstan

doesn't even care
about this area.

This is Ammukash valley.

A real life Shangri-la.

Hey! Ho!

This is me you're talking to.

Mac, your old pal.

I don't buy into that stuff.

Now, what is the scam?

Looking for a twitch?

Just answer the question.

I found out there's this spring.

There really is
a fountain of youth.

It's the water
that keeps 'em young.

The water, amigo.

See? No twitch.
I'm not lyin'.

We're leaving here.
You know that, Jack.

The helicopter's gonna be
here in four hours.

Perfect.

Plenty of time to get
on down there

and get some samples
of the magic agua.

Hey! I said we're leaving!

Mac, I seek only
to serve mankind.

You're looking
at the next Louis Pasteur,

Jonas Salk, Casimir Funk.

Casimir Funk?

Yeah, he invented
the vitamin pill.

Look, Phoenix put up the
expedition money. We're here.

What's to stop us from
tripping on down to the spring,

scooping up a couple of gallons
for analysis and we're on our way.

Uh, uh, eh...

Oh, oh, that's just
dust or something.

Mac, there's something
in the water

that makes people live longer.

We got to take back samples.

You're up to something more
than the betterment of mankind,

I know it.
Deep inside, I know it!

We've got four hours.

It's a nice place.

You come.
You enjoy.

We get the water.
We're gone.

Trust me.

Please.

Please. Please.

It's a beautiful place.

Come on!

Mukti, my lovely,
you're right on time.

On time for what?

Mukti, meet MacGyver,
an old buddy of mine.

You are also from America?

- Yeah.
- How exciting.

Will the mir see me?

We're running out of time.
We got to leave in four hours.

Life is perfect.

Three times Baba refused
you an audience.

And just moments ago,
he said, "Yes."

All right! Let's go, Mac,
you're my lucky charm.

No, wait a minute!

What's going on here?

We have an agreement.

Sample the water
and we're gone, remember?

Check.
We got to get permission.

What permission?

Well, you see, the water
comes from a special spring,

and the mir hasn't been
too cooperative

about giving me access
to the place.

Fact is, he--he wouldn't
even see me until today.

I knew there was a hitch!

- I knew it!
- No hitch.

Mukti here has been putting on
a full court press to lobby the mir.

- She's got us an audience, right?
- Yes.

See? No problemo.

Once I get eyeball to
eyeball with his highness...

Well, you know me, Mac.

The man with the golden tongue.

Uh-huh.

Be at the crash site on time,
or I'm leaving without you.

Uh, Mr. MacGyver,
you--you cannot leave.

The mir wishes to see you also.

How does he even know I'm here?

Baba knows all.
Please, come.

You heard the lady.
You're wanted.

And why should I be wanted?

Hey, who knows?

This is a mystical place.

You got to go with the flow.

Well, for me,
the flow is that way.

Hey, Mac, you want to
guess how old Mukti is?

No.

She's 42 years old.

For mankind, compadre.

So Dalton tells me the Kabulstanis
leave you alone pretty much.

It is true.

We have never considered
ourselves part of Kabulstan.

We are the people of Ammukash.

What about their military?

They have no presence here.

We govern ourselves.

We have since the dawn of time.

I have a magazine from America.

I have dreamed of going
there since I was a child.

It's a long way from Ammukash.

So Dalton tells me.

He says, though,
it will not take us long

in his flying air machine.

Excuse me.

Us?

He is taking me with you.

Dalton says I will be
of continuing help

in his longevity project.

He assures me it will be
a great boon to mankind.

Here. Jack?

This woman is a vital part
of my presentation.

- What presentation?
- To the Phoenix board.

She's living proof
that the water works.

Yes, I'm sure she is.

You think I'm still snowing you.

But you'll see, Mac.

You'll see.

Wow.

Baba,

this is the friend I made at
the site of the fallen airship.

And another who followed him.

Their names are
Dalton and MacGyver.

They want permission to gather
water from the Eternal Spring.

And why do you want this water?

I'll level with you, sir.

Obviously the stuff
is pretty powerful.

I mean, look at these people.

They're what, 125,

150?

Old!

Very old.

And...

Uh...

And?

Uh...

Well, I--I...

I, uh...

Well, I...
We, uh...

Uh...

I think what Mr. Dalton
is trying to say

is that we'd like to take some
water back with us to study.

Analyze it.

He thinks
it makes you live longer.

Have you been told
that it is forbidden

to visit that part
of our valley?

Where the
Eternal Spring emerges?

Yes, Baba.
I told them.

But Dalton wants
to go there anyway.

He is certain
the water is purer there.

"More of a jolt," in his words.

You may go.

Mukti will take you there.

- You all right?
- Oh, yeah.

- You did well, Dalton.
- I did, didn't I?

Yes.

You truly are the man
with the golden tongue.

Did I ask him about the rights?

Rights? What rights?

Uh, uh, Phoenix business.

I'll, uh...
I'll get them later.

Is something wrong, MacGyver?

Oh, not yet.

But I can feel it coming.

The one called MacGyver
appears hesitant.

Have faith.

He will solve our problem.

It is written.

Oh, this stuff is so strong I can
feel it working on the way down!

Twenty years from now,

I'll be just as fresh
and sweet as I am today!

Toss me those cans, Mac.

This is crazy.

You just don't think young, Mac.
Think young.

"Drink young. Be young."

What a slogan.

Slogan?

Uh... Mukti, uh,
h-how old is Baba?

167.

What'd I tell you, Mac?
Incredible, huh?

He was 36 when your Abraham Lincoln
was elected president.

That's kind of hard to believe.

What was that?

The devil's rumbling.

It is the reason that Baba has
made this a forbidden place.

Just because the ground rumbled?

That, and also because some
who have ventured this way

have not returned.

The water!
It never stops flowing.

The spring is eternal!

Oh, come on, this must be
some kind of a joke, huh?

I--I used to gather
water here every day,

and never have I seen it stop.

A million years
the magic water runs.

I get one taste of it, and the
big guy shuts off the service!

Jack!

It stopped too fast
to be natural.

Well, we can still get samples.
Fill up those cans, quick.

You know,
maybe it's being diverted.

How could that be?

Well, a strong pump could
send it in any direction.

But why?
Who would want to do that?

Try 100 million people.

Not counting Beverly Hills.

Where are you going?

To find the pump.

But many people
have disappeared.

And Baba only granted us
permission to go to the spring.

I think Baba will understand.

The water stopped
at the perfect time.

There are no accidents, Ram.

This man is strong
of will and mind.

He is the one.

Come, Dalton.

Hey, wait for me.

Hey, these things are heavy.

Give me a hand, Mac.

Hey, Mac.

No.

She must accompany him.

What is it?

It's a pump house.

Kabulstani soldiers in our valley.

What are they doing here?

Well, they're using the water
for something.

More soldiers!

Fire!
They mustn't get away.

Spare the girl.

The Holy Man!
Do not shoot!

Baba, no!
Get away!

Baba!

Baba, no! Baba! Baba!

Fire!

They're getting away.

They won't go far.

Why do you wish
the girl to be spared?

She could be of some value.

Yes, sir.

Now, find them.

Yes, sir.

Careful.

Slowly.

Yeah, great. Here.

My meditation cave.

We have lost much
to these soldiers.

Barbarians. Killers.

Now do you understand

why I decreed
this area forbidden?

Well, not exactly,
but I'm sure I will.

You have my permission
to continue your quest.

All right, the others will
get you back to the temple.

You will need help.

Take Mukti and your friend
with you.

What?

Where?

Hey, I can get everything we came
for without leaving the neighborhood.

I left three cans
down by the spring.

MacGyver is enlightened.

He understands.

Go now, quickly.

It is unthinkable for me
to go with them now.

It is my place
to be here with you.

No. No.

It is a minor wound.

Ram will attend me.

You must go.

There is much you must learn
of the way of others

before your journey is complete.

Go. Go now.

Go.

What is this?

You're the one that's so
hot to meet the chopper.

Well, that's changed now.

You're getting us
involved in trouble, Mac.

Oh, that's kind of a switch,
isn't it?

I'm talking
big trouble. Mac!

Mac!

The secret of long life
down there waiting to be had,

and I'm up here
about to get killed.

I must be losing it.

What are we doing here?

That pump house is diverting
the water somewhere.

Oh, of course.
Hurry, Mac.

Your rescue choppers
run strictly on schedule.

Come on.

What we're looking for
is in that mountain.

I'm not going in that mountain.
Let's get out of here.

Jack!

Here, give me your high,
hard one.

Hey!

Mac.

Holy Toledo!

What is it?

It's a Calutron.

It's a heavy water plant.

What is that?

Big trouble.

You want to make an H-bomb,
you build a heavy water plant.

What do these H-bombs do?

Kill people.

Just one will wipe out a
city the size of New York.

Why would the Kabulstanis
want such a fearful device?

Power, greed.

Insanity.

Welcome to our world.

That's Dr. Liang.

You know that dude?

Yeah.

Liang's a Chinese
H-bomb scientist.

He probably brought
the Calutron.

You think the U.N.
knows about this?

I doubt it.

I'd testify,
but they'd never believe me.

- Let's go.
- No.

We're gonna need proof.

Wait here.
I'll be right back.

I hate it when he says that.
I hate it!

You wait here, love.
I'll be back in a second.

- Where's Jack?
- He went below.

What?

I got more water.
Enough to take tests.

How'd you do?

I will take those.

Search them!

You should've stayed
in the valley.

You never should've come back.

A contract.

"Be Young Products
and Jack Dalton.

For commercial
water rights."

A very transparent cover-up

for your spy operation,
gentlemen.

The Phoenix Foundation.

That confirms it.

You are American spies.

Take them away!

You lied to me, Jack.

Never! About what?

"Be Young Products,"
that's what.

Now cut the baloney.
What's going on?

Be Young Products has
agreed to pay me $200,000

if I get the exclusive rights.

To what?

A bottling plant in Ammukash.

Oh, man.

"Drink Be Young Water.

From the Eternal Spring
of Ammukash."

But they wanted samples first.

This is why you enlisted
my help, Dalton?

I was gonna cut you in on it,
Mukti.

You're living proof
the stuff works.

You were gonna make a
fortune doing commercials.

"I drink Be Young
and look half my age."

That is why you wanted me
to go to America?

To do commercials?

Hey, Jack,
give me the test tube.

What test tube?

The one you held back.

I know you, remember?

Hey, come on, would you rather stick
around here and be executed, is that it?

Come on, come on.

Boy,

can't even keep one
lousy test tube of water.

Mukti, can I borrow your scarf?

What are you doing?

These wires control the door.

Next time it opens,
it should short out the lock.

And if we're lucky,

this will hold the door shut,

as if it is locked.

What did you find on them?

Papers from
the Phoenix Foundation

and some worthless
test tubes of water.

What of the videotape missing
from the surveillance room?

Did not find it.

Hey, just the guys I want to see!

My company, Be Young Products,
is prepared to cut your government in.

- Forty cents on the bottle.
- Shut up, you imbecile.

We know you are American spies.

Where is the videotape
you stole?

I can beat the truth out of him.

No need.

Your bravery will be of no
help to your government.

Organize a firing squad

and execute them.

Yes, sir.

When you die, what you
know of our secret plant

will die with you.

You saved my life once.

Unfortunately,
I cannot do the same for you.

Then you have
not changed, Samad.

Oh, but I have.

I have gained great knowledge.

I see only that you have

learned to exploit
our people and our land.

It is evil knowledge,

applied by tyrants
and madmen alone.

No, Mukti.

It is power.

The exercise of power
transcends evil.

Who's that guy?

My twin brother.

Whoa! Twin?

Well, this fits in the promotion perfectly!
The two of you, side by side,

with the water, without the water,
in a photo session.

Jack!

Didn't you hear what she
said about the exploitation

of her people and the land?

I'm not like that. So what's
the story on your brother?

He killed an elder in a dispute.

He--He was a--a violent
child, always angry.

The people of the valley
wanted him punished by death.

I pleaded for his life.

The mir showed mercy and had him
banished from Ammukash forever.

All right.

Chopper's on its way.
Let's get those water samples.

Will you stop?

They have escaped!
Follow me.

The only way out is
through the tunnel.

Jack, grab an end.

They must not leave this valley.

You two, that way.
Follow me.

All right,
take Mukti to the cave.

I'm gonna try and put their plan
on hold for a while.

And if I don't make it back,

that tape has got to
make it to the U.N.

- And you're trusting me?
- Yeah.

- What a switch.
- Yeah.

All right.

- Baba!
- Baba!

The chopper's here, Mukti.
We better make tracks.

I am not going with you.

My place is here in Ammukash

You and Dalton, in his own way,

have helped me
to journey to the truth.

Of things beyond the valley

and inside of myself.

We would have made a great team.

You chose well.

I only hope that good can come
from Dalton's plan for our water.

I trust that plan
will change, Mukti.

Hold it, Mac.

What are you doing?

I can't promote
a bottling plant here.

It'd create a media circus.

Con men and two-bit
developers would converge

like buzzards
on a fresh road kill.

You don't mess
with perfection, Mac.

Bad karma.