All language subtitles for MacGyver 1985 - 2x04 - The Wish Child.DVDRip.MEDiEVAL.en

Igrew up in northern Minnesota.

And I remember snowdrifts
that would bury whole parking lots,

icicles longer than a hockey stick,

and being stuck
with three layers of clothing.

My favourite, though,
was when they announced

exposed flesh warnings on the radio
to prevent frostbite.

When I came to California,
I found out it's really a small world.

They had exposed flesh warnings,
too, called "beach parties. "

The type of party
that did away with frostbite

did away with most
of the clothing too.

But the beach isn't
the only place for a party.

And I had some friends
who really knew how to party down.

You know,

it took me a while
to perfect the basket trick.

But there is absolutely
no defence.

I can read your body.
You're telegraphing your moves.

- Too much tension.
- I think it's the mask.

It's just to help you
forget I'm a woman.

Fat chance.

A mask isn't gonna do it.

Tent, maybe.

Hello.

It's yours.

Lisa Chan. Hello.

Sure, I'm still interested.

I could fly up right away.

I'll be there by noon.

Bad news?

That was a guy
up in San Francisco interested

in financing my karate studio.

He wants me to catch a 1 0:30 flight.

That's terrific.
You need a ride to the airport?

No, I'm okay.

- But I could use a small favour.
- Name it.

Paul, he's at a birthday party,
and somebody's gotta pick him up.

- No problem.
- Mac,

he's changed since last year.

He's a grown man of 1 4,
and I'm his mean big sister.

Well, now,
that's just because he's a teenager.

Mac, he's started talking
about our parents' death again.

And that was seven years ago.

I don't know
what he's thinking anymore,

what he's doing,
who his friends are.

- I can't get through to him anymore!
- All right. Relax a little, will you?

I'll talk to him. Where's this party?

Well, here's the address.

But Paul's changed like crazy
since you last saw him.

Yeah? Does he still have
that patch of white in his hair?

Yeah.

I'll recognize him.

She gave me an address, but what
I really needed was a road map.

In Chinatown it helps to have
some guidance from a local expert.

I first saw him a month ago,
and I believe he is the Wish Child.

Perhaps.

We are honoured, Dr. Shen.

The legend is 1 200 years old,
and I have lived to see his return.

I sense the spirit of disbelief.

We have never met.

- No.
- Yet you are a man of history.

A cultural historian, yes.

And you have brought me a test.

This is the Rock of Shin Tze
from the dynasty of the Wish Child.

The legend states
that the true Wish Child

will bring a sign from the rock.

I think you will know this.

The sign of the Wish Child.

Hi, how are you?

Can't go in there. Private party.

Yeah, I know. I'm meeting one
of the kids here, Paul Chan.

His sister, Lisa, can't pick him up.

Neither can you.

No problem.

I remember the age
when it was cool to be bad.

Dumb age.

Somehow I didn't think they were
serving ice cream and cake

at this birthday party.

But it'd be rude
not to bring a present.

Now it just needed
some gift-wrapping.

Perfect.

Yeah, I was right.

Dumb age.

Oh, between my legs.

Oh, there it goes.

Whose is this?

Teenage party?

Whatever happened
to Spin the Bottle?

Hey, Paul.

- What's going on?
- MacGyver?

- Who is he?
- Name's MacGyver.

- The sign of the Wish Child.
- Dr. Shen, we must go.

Nice quiet neighbourhood.

But not as loud
as the ringing in my ears.

I had no idea how I got here,

or even where here was. But I had
definitely run into some party animals.

It's funny,

gunpowder smells the same
no matter how you write it.

I was sitting on a pile of fireworks,

and some joker is outside
playing shake, rattle and roll.

I'd had enough of this party.

It was definitely time to leave.

So I figured a small directional
explosive would make a door.

Hopefully without blowing
up the whole box.

Anyway, it'd just be a matter of
seconds before light became a match,

and I'd either blow out...

... or up.

No one told me the party
had moved upstairs.

Excuse me!

Down, please!

That's it!

I changed my mind.

I'm not taking that cruise.

It'd just take me forever
to get the police

to believe a story about
being shanghaied in Chinatown.

And that was too long to wait

when I had to find
a kid who was in real trouble.

Mr. Lee, Dr. Shen is here.

Have him wait.

Mr. Lee, I have news.

Not here.

Ot-Su, no one is to enter this area.

Mr. Lee,

your collection brings
honour to our ancestors.

Thank you, Dr. Shen.

I have spent 40 years
and some wealth

to preserve the truth
of the Wish Child,

to make the legend reality.

Did you see this boy, Paul Chan?

- Yes, I did.
- And?

The boy...

...drew this out of
the Rock of Shin Tze.

But how?

You x-rayed the stone
and found no markings,

- nothing inside.
- The legend states

that the Wish Child shall find
the soul of the stone.

That is correct.

Then perhaps finally,

finally he has returned.

Lisa was out of touch.
Paul was out of reach.

And the only place to start looking
for him was where I'd lost him.

As agreed, Dr. Shen.

I feel...

...that I must mention one thing.

This man, Stone...

Is a petty criminal.
Dishonest by preference,

a thief and swindler by trade.

- With several murders to his credit.
- Then you know.

I always know, Dr. Shen,

and I'm always prepared.

I have found a most useful
friend among Stone's people.

Your research has been
most helpful.

Thank you, Dr. Shen.

Our lives...

...shall soon be joined.

Guess the party was over.

Pretty neat.

When the guests went home,
they took the furniture with them.

Sometimes you gotta read
between the lines.

Whatever Paul was into
had something to do

with this Wish Child business.

And this impression in the floor
was the only lead I had.

And, of course, it was in Chinese.

So I had two choices:

I could bring the interpreter to the floor
or take the floor to the interpreter.

Problem is,
how do you move a floor?

First thing you need is a chisel.

And a chisel's no good
without a hammer.

Well, I got the message.

This I think you'll really like.

See the natural grain there.
Yeah, it's $30.

An honourable gift
all the way from China.

Brought it right from the dock.
A real collector's item.

See you.

Hey, Sam.

- Hey, MacGyver. What do you know?
- Good to see you, guy.

Hey, look,
no more painted parrots, huh?

These are authentic fakes
all the way from Taiwan.

- Straight off the boat?
- Cheap too.

Not in the market, Sammy.
Thank you.

I'm looking for anything
you can tell me about this.

- It's the Wish Child.
- The what?

A lot of noise on the street about
this kid doing the Wish Child hustle.

So I am currently
offering these real, genuine copies

of a certified replica
in the Golden Era Museum.

You can't get more honest than that.

The museum's doing a heavy research
thing on the Wish Child legend.

Mucho hot item. On me.

Thank you.

I'm looking for the kid
who's playing this Wish Child.

Right. That's his symbol.

A lot of people are fighting
to put good money down on the kid.

It's a great gig.

- You mean hustle?
- Well...

...most people don't buy it,
but enough do.

We're talking old-time
Chinese legends here.

I mean, ancient.

A lot of people believe
that 400 years ago,

the Wish Child was reborn
as a warlord's son.

And after a battle
the whole family's knocked off,

while the Wish Child is
just wandering around the mountains,

totally zonked out,
with no memory of the attack

except that a patch of his hair
has turned white.

- A white patch?
- Yeah, snow white.

And no memory.

Then a bandit nabs him,
recognizes him as the Wish Child,

- tries to sell him.
- Sell him because he grants wishes?

Better. Heavier.

The legend says,
you link your soul to his,

you got immortality.

If I could only bottle it,
I'd be rich.

Sammy, I'm talking about
a 1 4-year-old kid from Santa Monica,

not the mists of antiquity.
Who's bottling him?

Guy named Stone, half Chinese,
half sewer rat out of Hong Kong.

He tries to play legit.
Owns a restaurant in the lower district.

This hustler type,

about six feet, real fashion plate?

Yeah.

But, MacGyver,
Stone comes on like Mr. Clean,

but he's really down and dirty.

There's a lot of people
that still believe the legend,

so Stone will keep selling the kid
as long as he can.

But when it's over, so is the kid.
You know what I mean?

Yeah.

The kid's my responsibility.

He's also my friend.

You know what I mean?

Good luck, pal.

You were quite a pro, kid.
Did a hell of a job on Shen Wei today.

It was easy switching those rocks.

I wonder if this rock of his is real.

Who knows,
maybe I really am the Wish Child.

Yeah, maybe you are at that.

Just gotta keep it going
a little while longer. Sit tight.

How did you handle
that MacGyver guy?

He shipped out to New Zealand.

Nice touch.

No body, no cops, no noise.
Diplomatic.

Make contact with Mr. Lee.

Now Dr. Shen will confirm for us.

Did the old man, Dr. Shen,
buy the scam?

Lock, stock and phoney rock.

The kid was great.

Mr. Lee made contact.
He's interested.

I'll meet him, set up the deal, we'll
have the money and be rid of the kid.

- How?
- He won't be coming back.

Got something special for you, kid.

I told you, good things are coming.
Rich things.

Yeah! Wait till Lisa sees
the karate studio I'm gonna buy her.

She'll stop thinking
I'm some kind of loser.

Hey, everybody's gonna
respect you, Paul. Everybody.

You are the Wish Child.

You know,
sometimes I think, maybe,

- what if I was?
- We both know you're special, Paul.

That's why it's gonna
be great from now on, right?

- Right.
- See you a minute?

Go to the back room and start
rehearsing. I'll be right there.

Okay.

- MacGyver--
- Paul, I need to talk to you

just for a few minutes,
away from here, okay?

- Okay.
- All right, come on.

What are you sneaking
around like this for?

So your friends back there
don't cream me again.

Stone? He wouldn't do that.

He would, he did, and he will again
if I give him half a chance.

Ji, the kid's missing.

Find him!

You're just saying that
just to get me to go home.

Well, I'm not.
You can just tell Lisa that too.

I've got a big appointment today,
and you're not gonna blow it for me.

Paul, if that appointment is with Stone,
it's dangerous to you. He's bad news.

Mac, that man is my friend.

You never spent time with him,
of course you don't trust him.

Hey, he really watches out for me.

Look, look. He gave me this.

Neat. Is that how
you measure friendship?

Stone talks to me about my future.

He understands me better
than Lisa or you.

Your future as
part of a scam? Terrific.

We're not hurting anybody.

People really believe I'm this
Wish Child, and it makes them happy.

They even give me money.

It's a rip-off, Paul, and you know it.

Or do you really believe
you're this Wish Child?

Look, that car accident
killed my mom and dad,

and I wasn't even touched.

Except for this.

Just like in the legend.

You don't believe it, do you?

Believe this, Paul.

I care about you.

I consider us friends.

I'm not a kid anymore.

All right, let's talk, man to man.

Let's get out of here first,
what do you say, huh?

Mac, what are you doing?

Paul, they're hunting for us.
The only way out is over that wall.

- With an umbrella?
- No, a grappling hook.

Paul, get that rope.

Attaboy.

All right, come on! Paul!

- Come on!
- Paul!

They won't hurt me, Mac.
They work for Stone.

Yeah, right.

Don't worry about it, Mac.
I know what I'm doing.

- Paul!
- Don't worry.

You heard what he said,
be nice.

Well, there went Paul,

on his way to that
important appointment.

And all I had for a road map was
a postcard I didn't understand

in a language I couldn't read.

But I remembered one thing:

Sammy had lifted this from
the Golden Era Museum,

where I might find something
more about the Wish Child.

I used to love museums
when I was a kid.

You never knew
what you'd find inside.

I liked mysteries back then.

Surprising...

...to find a Caucasian scholar
of the Wish Child legend.

Well, the name's MacGyver,
and I was looking for a...

Didn't I see you at a ceremony
with Paul Chan?

The Wish Child, yes.
I am Dr. Shen Wei.

Yeah. I am here because of
the legend, and because of Paul.

His family asked me
to look after him.

Look after the Wish Child?

Let me show you something,
Mr. MacGyver.

It was a violent time, 400 years ago.

The child was attacked.

But while his protectors were killed,

he survived, miraculously.

And wandered into the mountains.

- You know?
- I've heard.

And you have doubts.

Understandable. But we have
records four centuries old.

He was taken by a bandit chieftain
and sold for a fortune in gold.

- Paul.
- He is the Wish Child.

He is a 1 4-year-old kid from
Santa Monica who's in a lot of trouble.

Now, what does this Stone
wanna do with Paul?

Good to have you back, kid.

MacGyver just doesn't understand,
that's all.

I mean, we're not really cheating
this Mr. Lee, are we?

Paul, Mr. Lee asked to meet us.

And he's a very rich man.

If it makes him happy to see
the Wish Child, that's great.

And if it's worth money to him,
that's up to him, isn't it?

We're not really twisting his arms.

You know, I feel like it's real.

Paul, it's one million dollars
worth of real.

- For you and me.
- Right.

Mr. Stone.

Welcome.

I do not know Mr. Stone's business.
I'm a scholar, Mr. MacGyver.

Whose?

Come on, Dr. Shen,
who's paying for all this?

Who's the money source
so hooked on the Wish Child, huh?

His name is Lee Wenying.

But he is only interested
in the Wish Child as a scholar,

as the legend come alive.

I have always felt...

...special.

Always?

Or since the day
of your parents' tragic death?

Tell me.

I don't want to bring back an old pain,
but it is necessary.

We were going to visit Lisa,

my sister, at her college.

It was a mountain road, real twisty.

There were rocks on the road.

And the car...

...slipped.

And Dad yelled.

And the car hit the fence,
and it went over and down.

And I heard Mom.

- I heard--
- Child.

I don't remember.

I was crying and running all night.
I just don't remember.

That's all right.

Neither did the Wish Child.

He wandered into the mountains,

becoming what he was to be.

You see,
I was paid to verify a possibility

that the legend, the Wish Child,
had reappeared.

Mr. Lee contacted Stone
so he could talk to Paul.

- Where do I find him?
- I'm sorry.

Dr. Shen, I have been slugged,

dumped,
shanghaied and shot at.

And I think the reason
is because of Paul.

Now, why?

What does Mr. Lee want with him?

Some believe that a man can
achieve immortality

by linking his soul
with that of the child.

And Mr. Lee Wenying is old.

He will cherish the boy, protect him.

As long as the child is alive,
Mr. Lee will live.

Protect him?

Don't you mean keep him?

You helped sell a 1 4-year-old boy
into slavery for life.

- No.
- Oh, yeah.

The legend says a bandit
sold the child for gold.

Now, Stone may have done the selling,
but you okayed the sale.

Nobody but you.

Now, where's Paul?

Paul. Paul is--

Dr. Shen?

Mr. Lee did not believe me.

Dr. Shen, you must tell me
where Paul is. Please.

In the freighter.

Pier...

...K-63.

Forward hold.

Steel door.

Child inside that door.

I felt this in the stone.

Proof, Mr. Lee. He is the child.

Proof?

Come. I will test you.

The handprint of the child.

Four hundred years ago

in the temple wall.

Place your hand in the impression.

You are the child.

You are.

Come.

- How did you do that?
- I don't know. It just fit.

This was the child,
as you are the child.

It looks just like me.

Of course. Mr. Stone.

The money is yours.
The child is mine.

Stone, what's he talking about?

- Sorry, kid. Goodbye.
- Stone! Stone!

Hey, let me out!

I'm not this Wish Child.
It was a fake. Stone!

Stone.

Mr. Lee's boat ran
about 50, 000 tons.

A little bit smaller than Fort Knox,
but about as hard to bust into.

I could make an official complaint,

and something might happen,

about six days after the ship sailed.

So I'll just have to
put something together.

- You did a fine job, Mr. Stone.
- Thank you.

Now, if you leave over this side
of the ship, no one will see you.

Good.

As agreed,
one million dollars in gold.

Is that satisfactory, Mr. Stone?

- Yes, indeed.
- Good.

Teng?

An honourable bargain, Mr. Stone.

The gold is yours forever.

Old Minnesota wisdom:

If you don't wanna be touched,
look downright untouchable.

I will set the course
once we're at sea, captain.

- Yes, sir.
- I expect to cast off in 37 minutes.

Okay, stand clear, mate!

I just got this fixed.

Heads up.

You there! Where are you going?

- Nobody allowed in this section.
- Oh, yeah?

You wanna tell Mr. Lee he's not
getting his auxiliary fixed, huh?

I didn't think so.

Don't touch that, it's important.

Hey, what are you doing here?

- This is the forward hold, isn't it?
- Yeah.

I got work to do down here.
Hold that, will you?

Let go of me! Let go of me!

Wait a minute! What are you doing?

- Give me back my gun.
- I'll just hold this for you, all right?

Let me down! I said, get me down!

Get me down! Get me down!

Get back here! Get me down!

Try to shoot the lock out of a steel
door and bullets will just bounce off.

Besides, I hate guns.

Teng, call me when we cast off.
I'll be below.

Now, if you get the gunpowder
inside the lock...

... and rig a cartridge
as kind of a fuse...

... then use the gun the right way,

bingo.

Mac! Am I glad to see you.
You were right about Stone.

- They were gonna--
- All right, tell me along the way.

What are you doing?

Hold that up.

Mr. Lee...

Child.

Is that you?

Paul, let's move!

Child, come back!

Come back, child! Come back!

Hold it.

Child!

Let's try this way.

Guards! Guards!

Guards!

Let me out!

The child escaped.
He must not leave the ship!

Up the ladder. Come on.

Mac!

Child!

Come back!

Child! Child!

No! Come back!

You must stay with me!

You must stay with me!

Our lives are one!

But how?

Maybe he believed
in the legend too much.

Come on.

- Good.
- Come in.

- Hi.
- Oh, hi, Lisa.

Hey, Lisa, how was San Francisco?

Don't ask.

Oh, yeah? Well, you're just in time
for pizza � la MacGyver.

- I need it. I had a day like a curse.
- That good, huh?

Anyway, I see you found him.

- No problem.
- So was the birthday party fun?

Outstanding.