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Westport Nuclear Processing. Amy Austin.

Yes, this is Sergeant Kramer, state police.

What is it, sergeant?

Do you know a Mr Gerald Hillman?

Of course, he's my boss, but I'm afraid he's not here right now.

He left several hours ago for New York.

- Why? Is something the matter? - Yes, ma'am.

We're still investigating, but for some unexplained reason,

his car ran off the road, hit a bridge.

And Mr Hillman, he's...?

I'm terribly sorry, ma 'am,

but he's dead.

Ready?

Three-to-one. I love it, MacGyver.

You got lucky, eh?

I used to date Wayne Gretzky.

Come on, stop stalling. Once more for all the marbles.

Okay.

All right, hoser.

Here we go, eh?

Don't want you to be nervous or nothing, you know.

I mean, I'm part Canadian, you know what I mean?

- You look it. - There's the face-off at defensive end.

- Great block! - A beautiful pass on the wing.

- Shot over another wing! - You're a dead man!

And there's a shot up!

I appreciate the call. Thank you, sergeant.

Oh, and the lady gets faked out of her socks.

Oh, you're good. Come on!

- Give me that puck. - They look slow today.

Must be the humidity, eh?

- Grim and determined. - Almost.

Shot into the corner!

Oh, almost!

Which counts for absolutely nothing.

He's about to break away. Takes a shot.

He shoots, he scores! Unbelievable. Off the face.

Trickled into the net, then that's the game!

Fans go crazy.

Now, that was for all the marbles.

MacGyver.

Susan.

Are you gonna play fair, or do I spread the word

about how totally dishonest you are?

Totally, eh?

Okay, one more time.

- One more time, eh? - I like that accent.

What accent, eh?

Waiting for the face-off.

This one literally for all...

...the marbles.

I'm not home, eh?

Come on.

Hello, this is not MacGyver,

so obviously you've reached a wrong number.

- But if you need to leave a message... - Shoot-- Unbelievable!

- Off his face again! -...I'll try to get it to him.

Mac, if you're home, pick up the phone.

I need to talk to you. This is Amy Austin.

Hold it.

- Yeah, Amy? - Mac.

- Mac, I'm in trouble. - Amy, what is it?

Oh, Mac, I need you.

Look, if it's real serious, I can be there by tomorrow.

I'll catch a plane out tonight. What's wrong?

Well, I don't really know. I mean, a friend of mine died, and--

Oh, I don't know who to trust.

Mac, please. Please, I need your help.

I think someone's trying to kill me.

Look, I know I don't have any right to involve you in this, but--

Hey, wait a minute. You've got every right.

- Where do we meet? - The beach.

Our beach.

Oh, my God!

Amy, can't you tell me a little about--?

Amy?

Amy? Amy?

Amy, are you there? Am--

Mac? You okay?

The past is a strange country.

You go back.

But it doesn't recognize you.

I'd changed in ways I didn't know.

And if I was a stranger, so was Amy.

It used to be Amy and me, one word.

Back in that time, in this place.

Amy stayed.

I'd moved on.

And what had been between us changed,

stretched out over distance and time.

And I remember this beach.

There were palm trees then.

Well, right on time as usual.

Well, I have a good excuse as usual.

Hey, I thought you wanted to have a major talk,

or did you mean some serious making out?

You look like you're about to burst.

So, what is it?

You remember that freighter I told you about?

Yeah, something about bucketing around

the Mediterranean Ocean or something.

Yeah, it's a sea, and it's the Adriatic.

Amy.

It's the Greek lslands. It's Sicily, North Africa. And it's all set.

You and me. I talked to the captain. He needs a cook.

He'll sign us both up.

Mac, you signed me up?

- You bet. - Oh, honey, that's crazy.

Yeah, it is. Come on, we talked about this.

- Travelling. - Yeah, talk.

And what about your degree?

I mean, Mac, ten miles down that coastline

they're building a nuclear processing plant.

They're gonna need people with science degrees.

Mac, we could have a real future there...

...together.

Amy, I took physics because it was interesting

and it excited me, not to buy myself a job.

Amy, come on, there's a world out there!

Let's go look at it!

Be something different.

I don't want to be different.

I want a life I can count on.

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Counting on us, together.

Not some executive recruiter or a pension plan.

Mac, I can't. I mean, I never really thought

that you meant something this crazy.

Crazy?

Finding out who I am?

Well, maybe...

Maybe you ought to go.

Just like that?

I don't know.

Amy!

MacGyver?

It's Tim. Tim Wexler?

Tim. It's been a while, huh?

Yeah.

The police called the plant. They told us...

...about Amy.

- Were you here when this happened? - All of it.

Her car just blew up?

- I don't think it just blew up, Tim. - Well, what then?

Well, Mr MacGyver said Amy called him last night

and said she thought somebody was trying to kill her.

Well, then this wasn't an accident?

Well, my lab people tell me the evidence shows

it might have been a gas leak. Tailpipe got too hot,

she stopped here, and...

Damn shame.

The Lord knows she had enough trouble.

- What troubles? - Well, her daddy and mama

got killed in a plane crash about a year ago,

and then just last night her boss got killed

when his car went out of control.

Jerry Hillman?

The general manager at the plant.

State police found his car.

He ran right into the old bridge at South Fork.

Knew them both.

I tell you, sometimes this job is just plain god-awful.

Yeah, I can imagine.

Listen, chief.

Would you mind having your boys at the lab take a close look

at this piece of gas tank I found?

Sure. What do you have in mind?

Well, if the tank caught on fire, it would've blown out.

- Right? - Yeah.

Well, look at that little hole there.

It's blown in.

And I'll bet the boys at the lab will be able to tell you

that white residue there is magnesium oxide.

Magnesium oxide. You mean that stuff they--

You mean, that's the explosive bullet, like a mag point?

- Yeah, I don't have any better answer. - If you're right,

we're sure gonna start looking for one.

I'd appreciate it.

Her folks are gone, right?

What about Aunt Min?

Or Toby Jenson?

Someone she may have been close to that she talked to?

Well, Min moved over five years ago.

And I haven't seen Toby in a good year.

But what about Amy's roommate, Bonnie?

Oh, yeah, we tried to contact her.

She took Friday off.

Probably went away for a long weekend somewhere.

I don't think she knows about this.

She probably won't make it back for the funeral.

- When is that? - It's tomorrow morning at 1 0:00.

It's a coroner's case.

You don't have to go.

Yes, sir, I do.

And so today we are to consecrate the memory of Amy Diane Austin,

whose untimely, tragic death

ended a joyous and loving young life.

We all knew Amy and cherished her.

We all mourn the passing of a young and beautiful woman,

a life ended too soon.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The body returneth to the earth,

and the eternal spirit unto God, who gave it.

- Amen. - Amen.

Amen.

- Mac. Don't turn. - Amy!

Just drive to my dad's old place, okay? Please.

Oh, thank God. Thank God you're here.

My God, Amy. I arrive here yesterday

in time to see you die and just ten minutes ago saw you buried.

I know it's a shock to you, but--

That's one way of putting it.

I mean, here you are. You're talking, breathing.

Mac, I had no choice.

I believe you, Amy, but somebody died in your car.

Who was that girl?

Bonnie, Mac.

It was my roommate Bonnie.

She was supposed to come pick you up because I was too scared.

And she was killed.

She was killed because somebody thought she was me.

And you let them bury her with everyone believing it was you?

Do you have any idea what it did to me

watching them lower your coffin into a grave?

What it did to everyone at that funeral who loved and cared about you?

You don't think I thought about that or about Bonnie?

I haven't slept in 36 hours.

Mac, I don't know what to do.

- All right, I'm sorry. - Oh, Mac.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

All right, tell me what's going on.

Slowly.

Okay.

I'm director of research at the nuclear processing plant now.

Three days ago, I found that somebody

had messed with the records to cover up the theft of enough uranium

to build a nuclear bomb, Mac.

A nuclear bomb.

Who else have you told this to?

My boss.

The two of us searched the plant from top to bottom. Nothing.

I think we better go inside. Come on.

Your boss, Jerry Hillman?

I see you heard about his so-called accident.

Jerry took a copy of my records,

and he took off to catch a plane for Washington.

He made it two miles outside of town, Mac.

That's when you called me?

Someone was after me. I mean, that's why I sent Bonnie to meet you.

Mac, I never dreamt somebody would kill her

because they thought she was me.

All right, all right, all right.

Come on, I think we could both use a cup of coffee, don't you?

Sounds good.

- Tim, you want some coffee? - No, thanks.

"Most Likely to Succeed"?

Boy, you sure had them fooled, huh, Tim?

Yeah. Ever wonder why we hang on to these yearbooks?

Oh, my wife and I pulled ours out last week.

It's just kicks, that's all.

Yeah.

A chance to remember those bright hopes for the future, huh?

How we were gonna get to be somebody,

do something really worthwhile.

Westport Nuclear. Tim Wexler.

No, nothing.

What?

Well, when did that come out?

My God.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Thanks.

What is it?

Tim?

Coroner's office just made their findings public.

Amy Austin isn't the girl that burned up in that car.

Here. Drink.

- Mac, I can't. - Drink.

Better?

I'm sorry. Look, have you got a handkerchief or something?

Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

You always carried a pocketful of junk.

- Yeah. - And you always fixed everything.

I'm sorry.

I'm okay now.

Honest?

Honest.

How long has it been since we were together?

A lot of time.

Not much else.

Christmas card now and again.

And one red rose from you every birthday.

Well, you used to like that kind of stuff.

I still do.

Yeah?

I still remember how you taste.

Thank you, Mac.

Thank you for coming.

Everyone I could possibly turn to is...

They're already dead.

I'm here, Amy.

And we'll get to the bottom of it.

All the way.

This audit report you hid,

does it show theft over a period of time?

Yeah, little by little.

They must have hidden it away.

Well, it must be somebody from the plant then.

Or an inspector or a supplier.

I mean, lots of people had access.

Well, it's probably a group then.

We are talking about big bucks here.

It sure adds up.

- The question is, what do I do? - We get your report.

Then we tell the world. We'll get them to listen.

Mac, it's Sunday, there's hardly anyone even there.

Security's there.

Phones are there.

Yeah.

You really think it's possible the uranium's still at the plant?

Well, it's the only reason I can come up with for two killings.

How about you?

I'm right out of explanations, Mac.

Right now I'm just barely hanging on.

You always were pretty good at that.

I let go too easily once.

Shall we?

So where'd you hide it?

The last place anybody would look. The disposal chamber.

They only backwash the reactors once a week.

I figured it'd be safe till then.

Last place I'd wanna be in.

Hey, nice. Love what you've done with the place.

It's a beauty.

It does the job.

Look, trust me, MacGyver,

if we were in here when this valve cranks open,

we'd be fried to a crisp.

Five thousand gallons of radioactive slush

comes pouring in here to be decontaminated.

Slush? Not the time to be in here.

What do you say we get the report?

Right.

Well, all there.

Then it's all downhill from here?

Oh, God, Mac!

Damn.

What's the set-up on this door?

An electronic time lock.

But, Mac, once it's been set, it can't be opened for 60 minutes minimum.

Mac, it's been activated!

Excuse me, Amy,

how soon before that sludge comes racing out of there?

It's already started. I can feel the heat.

And how hot is it gonna get in here?

Mac, before it reaches this room, it will get too hot for us to breathe.

Oh, wonderful.

And how long before that happens?

About ten minutes.

Great.

Well, I'll tell you,

I sure don't feel like sitting around and being chewed up

by your radioactive garbage disposal, that's for sure.

Our only hope is Control.

I mean, if they look at the board and see the chamber door indicators,

Mac, they're gonna know something's wrong.

It's Sunday. Don't you think that's asking a lot?

- Parsons hits a long fly ball into... - All right,

Parsons hits a double to centre field,

and here comes Jacamazzi. He's safe!

I got your 5 bucks, Tim.

- I got it. - We'll see.

There's a little action in the bullpen.

What about climbing up through the valve opening?

- Where does that go? - Straight to the core.

Forget it.

Oh, come on. Think, Amy, think.

All right, wait a minute. Bottom line,

the only way out of here is through that door.

Mac, we've already been through that.

- Time-locked, right? - Time-locked, pick-proof.

Electric time clock?

With 59 minutes to go. Mac, we've got nine.

Unless we do some time travelling.

Meaning?

Electric time clock measures time with an oscillating quartz crystal.

So if we can hit it with a hot electrical surge...

But wouldn't that just burn it out?

Well, that'd be the end result, yeah.

The immediate result will be to set up a violent secondary vibration.

- Which would speed up the clock. - It should.

Oh, I don't know, Mac, I think they ought to just run you

for president or something.

No, thanks.

I'd rather have this problem than his.

All right, watch yourself.

--bottom of the 1 1th, the score is still tied 2-2.

Hey, Tim, what's happening with the disposal chamber?

Well, this is strange.

The manual override's activated.

I can't shut it down from here.

Shut it, quick!

Mac!

Amy!

I just heard on the phone that...

What are you...?

I mean, who's in the...?

- Well, what's going on here? - Tim. Tim.

It's a long story.

It's just nice to know we have time to tell it.

- Let's go. - Come on.

Well, I still think you're suiting up for nothing.

Well, maybe, but I'm convinced the uranium is still here.

This kind of stuff just doesn't happen in Westport Beach.

Read the report, Tim. It's happening.

That door didn't close on us by accident.

So, what do we do?

You call the Nuclear Regulatory Commission.

Get them down here along with the police.

We'll try and find that missing uranium.

It should make a heck of a press release, eh?

Just like our college days, huh?

Never a dull moment with MacGyver.

He does a lot of that.

Thinking about the past...

...Iike me.

Mac, this film badge reacts to radiation.

If you're near anything hot, it starts to turn black.

And when it's all black,

they give you a new one?

When it's all black,

they give you a coffin.

Good.

I don't know what you expect to find in here, Mac.

Jerry and I check every container against the records.

There aren't any extras.

Well, this is the only place high-grade could be kept, right?

Of course. The alarm system would explode

if any high-level radioactive material

got anywhere but here or the reactor itself.

Well...

...if I was gonna hide high-grade uranium,

I'd put it in with a bunch of other high-grade,

so you couldn't sort out the readings.

Maybe you guys just overlooked one.

Mac, that's filled with concrete. We use it as a signpost.

I'd be willing to bet this is filled with a lot more than just concrete.

Take a listen.

You were right, Mac.

So far, so good.

All right, now we have some evidence.

Step two is finding out who put it there.

Hi, Tim.

You don't look very surprised, Mac.

No.

More disappointed than anything.

But it all adds up, I guess.

Had to be somebody with run of the plant.

Somebody who knew how to handle radioactive material.

Tim, I can't believe this. We grew up together.

And you tried to kill me?

- And you killed Bonnie. - I never killed anybody.

I never expected anybody to die.

I didn't want this to happen.

Put the gun down, Tim.

No.

No, it's too late for that now.

I... I have to lock you up. Both of you.

I don't think either one of us wants to be locked up right now.

There's too much at stake.

I can't help that.

I'm in too deep now to get out.

Come on, Amy.

I'll shoot.

I mean it, Mac.

No, I don't think so.

Tim, I don't know how you got involved in all this,

but somewhere along the line, you had to decide

whether you were gonna be a killer or not.

You're gonna have to live with that decision.

MacGyver!

I'm warning you!

MacGyver, stop!

Mac, just how well do you read people?

I'm taking the final exam right now.

MacGyver, I'll shoot!

MacGyver!

Kyle, key the red line to Washington and call the police. We've got--

Kyle?

Afraid he can't do that, Amy.

Well,

the other conspirator. Or are there more?

Just the customers we're gonna meet in Canada.

Thirty kilos bring in a pretty hefty price, chief?

Fifty million dollars.

- That's if you deliver. - Not if, when.

For God's sakes, Train,

you're selling enough weapons-grade uranium to make a nuclear bomb.

What happens to it after I deliver, it's no concern of mine.

- And you're not gonna care either. - Train, no!

Listen, there's been enough killing already.

We can tie them up. Leave them behind.

If we let them live, our face will be on the front desk

of every law enforcement organization in the world.

No!

Pressure overload.

Pressure overload. Relieve manually.

Mac, he shorted out the monitor circuits.

The reactor's going out of control!

- What does that mean? - Meltdown.

Oh, my God.

Tim, can we stop it?

I don't know.

The board's half wrecked.

When that reactor temperature hits critical, we're--

You know a meltdown won't fry just everybody here in the plant.

We're talking about the contamination of half a state.

Cooling system failure.

Commence evacuation procedure.

It's heating up fast.

Procedure red. Procedure red. Commence evacuation.

You've gotta get out of here. There's nothing more I can do.

Tim, make a call to the N RC first.

We might still be able to get a couple miles away before the reactor goes.

Just make the call and go.

And what about you?

Check me on this.

We've got a reactor that's heating up fast.

- No coolant getting in, right? - That's it.

In about 1 2 minutes, it's gonna blow.

What about the high-pressure injection system?

It's operative.

But there's nothing getting into the reactor. There's a blockage.

Well, that's what I figured.

So if I can open it manually, we're home free, right?

Mac, no, it will kill you!

No way. I haven't paid my taxes yet.

Nuclear Processing Corporation,

Westport Beach Plant.

We have an incident.

I repeat, we have an incident.

A Marine sergeant once started a charge by yelling at his men,

"Come on, you wanna live forever?"

Now, I used to think that was about the guttiest thing ever said.

But, of course, the older you get,

the more nervous you get.

And I was getting.

We need to do a high-pressure bleed and feed.

We get the coolant pressure up,

and if MacGyver could unblock that reactor feed,

she should cool down.

I had the theory, but I'm a long way out of practice.

Pressure's coming up. Time's running out.

It's on automatic.

It just needs flow regulation.

I can handle this.

But I need you.

You know...

...chances are we-- We might not make it.

Look, it's worth trying.

See you around.

You can't run forever, MacGyver.

Train, are you crazy?

We've got a runaway reactor to worry about here.

That's what I'm trying to help you with.

Stop all that worrying.

Isn't 30 kilos of nuclear explosive enough for you?

My God, it's enough to level a whole city,

enough to kill a quarter of a million people!

Nobody says that's what they're gonna do with it!

Yeah, right!

Who are you trying to kid? Besides yourself?

It's more money than you could ever dream of. That's what counts.

And the meltdown...

...that will cover all the traces.

Oh, God.

What are you--?

- What are you looking at? - Your badge. It's black.

Ed, you've been hit with a major dose of radioactive material.

You're contaminated.

Put him in washdown. That's all we can do.

Hurry up! Get me to the shower!

Kyle, get out of here.

There's nothing you can do now.

What about you?

It's too late for me.

Way too late.

Okay, but...

I'm going with you. Look, Mac, there's washdown water up there,

and you are gonna need it to survive.

What about the high-pressure injection system?

It's online. Tim's standing by in the control room.

Looks like you passed that final exam, Mac.

- Yeah, so did Tim. - I know.

Is something wrong?

Yeah. I hate heights.

Oh, I forgot that.

And I thought you remembered everything.

Amy, give me some water.

Is it moving?

It's stuck.

Damn!

Oh, no.

You'll never get it off without that wrench.

Amy, give me Train's gun.

Please.

Come on.

More water, Amy.

I hate heights, and I despise guns.

So how the hell did I get myself up here?

Please.

All right, Mac.

Hot damn, there she blows!

First time in my life I've ever been happy to have my hands on a gun!

- Yeah! - We did it!

- Oh, Mac, you did it. - Yeah.

A lot of strong memories you've stirred up

here in Westport Beach, Mr MacGyver.

Well, you've kind of conjured a couple that I'll be taking home myself,

Miss Austin.

And I'll be hanging onto them for quite some time.

You know, sometimes I wish we could find a way

back to that crossroad, Mac.

Yeah?

What do you think we'd find?

Maybe just what we have.

Our friendship.

Did you ever wonder how we kept hold of that through everything?

Well, that's easy.

That's how we started.