All language subtitles for MacGyver.S01E12.1080p.BluRay.x264-BEDLAM

There are some places in this world

that are a lot easier to get into
than out of.

Like East Berlin, for instance.

I mean, look at me.

I'm dying to leave.

So far, so good.

But the next part's
where it could get a little touchy.

My grief-stricken mourners,
here to lend a helping hand.

Getting a little warm in here.

Open the gate.

Uh oh. Sounds of trouble.

I guess this makes me the first guy

who ever attended his own funeral
and lived to tell about it.

We have reviewed your proposal.

Yes, sir. It is correct in every detail.

We have had assurances like this
from you in the past, Quayle,

particularly where they concern
MacGyver.

MacGyver is the only blemish
on my records, gentlemen.

I have never failed you
in anything except--

We know that dreary story, Quayle.
He made a fool of you. Of us.

He was lucky, extremely lucky.

And I admit I underestimated him.

But this time I'm ready for him.
I can guarantee you success.

You guarantee to neutralize
the information

- he took from us in East Berlin?
- Absolutely.

Promises. Always promises.
We must have results.

We must prevent that information
from reaching American intelligence.

Consider it done.

- And suppose you fail again?
- I won't.

I see you remember what happened
to you after your last failure.

Yes, sir. I remember.

Then let that memory
be your inspiration, Quayle.

Let it guide you in your efforts.

What he means, Quayle,
is this is your chance for redemption.

And it's definitely your last chance.

- I understand. Thank you, sir.
- Good.

It is the decision of this tribunal
to authorize your operation,

based on your personal guarantee.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.
You won't regret it.

I appreciate the opportunity
to redeem myself in your eyes,

- to reestablish my value in the cause--
- Better get started, Quayle.

Our sources have traced MacGyver
halfway around the world.

He's about to return home.

I'll be waiting.

Get off the sidewalk.

Baby!

- You gonna leave it there?
- You look terrific.

Boy, is it good to see you.
What a sight.

Especially with the three heavies
that are setting you up for a hit.

Peter Thornton sent me.

How's the general?

Generally good,
except Thornton is a colonel.

And he asked me to remind you
that he owes you a camel.

And you came all the way down here
just to tell me that?

Oh, sweet Lulubelle.

I love this girl. I love her.
She's great.

I love-- I love her. You'd love her too.

- Let's go, Lulubelle.
- Name's Karen Blake.

Look more like a Lulubelle to me.
So how's Peter?

Waiting for you. So hold on, lover.

Aren't we going to Pete's office?

No, he set up a special safe house.

You been with the company long?

Why?

I thought I knew
all the pretty girls in the office.

Business must be good. Since when
do safe houses look like this?

Look, I was just told to bring
you here for a high-level debriefing.

High-level lives in high places.

I've just got one question.

- Hey, I'm only a courier.
- I'm only hungry. When do we eat?

Good to see you again, MacGyver.

Quaint.

- We thought so.
- Pete.

All right. It's good to see you.

And I thought all secret agents
were cold and heartless.

No, Pete and I go way back,
to some pretty funny places.

Is that what the camel was about?

Well, the first time I met this fella,

he pulled me out of the quicksand
in the wadi Nafud. Deep desert.

Then he put me on a camel,
and he gave it this gigantic swat. Ha!

- What happened?
- Oh, we just rode on out.

Yeah, for six days.
I couldn't sit easy for a week.

Anyway, it's good to see you.
And congratulations.

You had some problems
getting out of East Berlin.

Yeah. Had some real unfriendlies
waiting for me.

I sort of had to cut and run
for the border.

Turned a coffin into a Jet Ski.

Yeah, that part was fun.
I had a real good time.

- Me and junior here.
- That is very important. So thanks.

You're welcome.
And congratulations yourself.

I heard.
Deputy chief of the department.

Big deal.

- You can call me "sir."
- Yeah, I noticed.

This place? Yeah, it's been out of use
for quite a while.

Off the list and unofficial,
which is exactly what we need.

It seems we have a very large hole
in departmental security.

- What leaked?
- Your name.

- And what you brought back.
- Terrific.

So I'm handling it personally
from here on.

Here, now and quietly.

My own office doesn't even know
we're here.

No one does. It's perfect.

Yes, it is.

Right in here.

- Cozy.
- Thought you'd appreciate it.

And in a way, it fits.
We are hunting big game.

Dangerous game.

- You know Mrs. Chung?
- By reputation.

- It's a pleasure.
- How do you do?

The best cryptanalyst alive.

Oh, Peter, stop it.

He's a politician. I solve puzzles.

And I understand
you have brought us one today.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

- Should I be here, sir?
- Oh, yes, we're all staying right here

until Mrs. Chung
decodes the microfilm.

Thank you. This computer is fully
programmed for us, Mr. MacGyver.

Well, that's fine with me.
I just came for lunch.

I have not activated it.

What in hell is this?

A joke, Peter.

Trick or treat. It's April Fools'.

Peter! Peter!

Oh.

- Don't touch that door!
- Oh! Oh!

Hello, MacGyver. Long time, no see.

Make the lady comfortable,
and don't worry about her, MacGyver.

She's not dead, only sedated.

He knows you. Who is he?

Used the name Quayle.
Sold the British out to the Russians.

Double-crossed the Russians
for the ayatollah.

Those dear, fun days.

I ran into him moving a planeload
of stolen military computers.

- What happened?
- I stole the plane back.

Your people weren't too happy
with you, huh?

No, they punished me.
Because of you.

But now this is my game,
my board, my rules.

Security leak a little bigger
than you thought?

As big as a house.

- For this?
- No, no, no, no.

I was commissioned to destroy it
and deal with you.

- No.
- Frightened, Karen?

All in a day's work. And in your case,
with great pleasure, MacGyver.

Peter Thornton here.

Don't be stupid.
But do be adventurous.

Try to escape. Try to find me.
Please!

Don't touch anything, Peter.

What do you mean?

He's got the whole place rigged.

- To kill us?
- Yeah. Sooner or later.

But first, the man
wants to have some fun.

- MacGyver, that's crazy.
- So is Quayle.

His gears don't mesh.
Let's see if we can get out of here.

Maybe he's missed a trick or two.

I don't wanna leave
Mrs. Chung back there very long.

The best thing we can do for her is to
get to Karen's car and get some help.

Oh, no.

Where's my car?

Damn! It's gone.

Well, that's scary stuff.

The door has got
to be booby-trapped.

Yeah.

Let's see if we can figure
out how.

It's not electrified.

- I don't believe it.
- I don't either.

- Gonna run a test, huh?
- Yeah.

Ha, ha. A hit, MacGyver.

A palpable hit.

You always did like to talk,
didn't you, Quayle?

Karen, give me that sheet.

It's kind of a weakness of yours.

Kitchen.

Always had to say how great you were,
didn't you, Quayle?

Afraid maybe people wouldn't notice.

You'll be the last one to die.

That's what I figure too.
Of old age, hopefully.

- Well, here it is.
- Why here?

You can find
lots of handy stuff in a kitchen.

Let's look around.

Still with us, big guy?

You certainly are talented, Quayle.

- I mean, this guy has got it.
- Got us, you mean.

Like pigeons in a coop.
Like rats in a trap.

I have never been nailed down
so tight in my entire life.

Your appreciation is not wasted,
MacGyver.

Quayle, take your bows, gent.

It's not every day
I run into pure perfection.

Let's just say
you are my perfect challenge.

Well, you certainly
have met that challenge.

He is definitely back at the top
of his form.

A new chess game
with a new master, MacGyver.

You got that straight.

Brilliance, Quayle. Pure brilliance.

Compliments acknowledged,

but you aren't gonna
give up so easily, are you?

What's that fidgeting you're up to?

Messing around with pots and pans
won't help you.

So why don't you just put away
the Tinkertoys and play the game?

Absolutely. Positively.

Let the games begin.

Quayle was listening
on a radio frequency,

so I figured by using every
electronic gadget around,

I could heterodyne his frequency,
give the man an earful of static.

MacGyver.

- You built an electronic jammer.
- Yep.

Quayle's gonna get nothing
but white noise.

So we got a little privacy in here.

All right, I figure if we split up
and keep moving around this house,

I can find a way to bust out
while he's not looking.

Keep him busy
tracking the three of us.

My radio phone.
It's in the library in my case.

If I can get to it without
Quayle watching...

- Nice touch.
- Okay, here we go.

One at a time. Keep him guessing.

Stay low, move fast, think smart,

- and if you go...
- And if you go, take company along.

Get out of here.

You know, MacGyver,
when I was little,

I used to play international spy.

I think we all did, didn't we?

Oh, I'd be wearing
a designer gown

and going to some great party
at Buckingham Palace,

meeting a Russian ambassador.

And I would get him to tell me
all his secrets.

Maybe that's why I went to work
for the department.

Deputy Chief Peter Thornton.

Red, red. Repeat.
Red, red. Details...

But I already know the details,
Peter.

Well, I guess it's my turn
to go out and distract Quayle.

Hey.

It's gonna be all right.

We're gonna make it.

- Thanks, I needed that.
- Come on, let's get out of here.

What do you say?

Quayle was a thorough kind of guy,

so it figured he had all the windows
and doors either booby-trapped

or covered by the guns outside.

But maybe I could make myself
a set of wheels that'd draw his fire,

and get me out of this
homemade prison.

I'm listening to your symphony,
MacGyver.

Or is it a requiem?

When I was a kid,
I used to build model planes

with rubber-band motors.

Then I discovered batteries.

It sure did increase the mileage.

Ah, my dear Karen.
Welcome to my fortress.

It's going rather well,
don't you think?

Well, Quayle, I really didn't expect
all this to be happening.

I mean, you said this was
gonna be over quickly.

Well, it will be.

But you mustn't deny me
my brief moment of fun.

Fun? I'm shaking.

Are you afraid they might
find you out?

Who could suspect such
a darling innocent?

But this MacGyver is very smart.
And Thornton is no dummy either.

Yes, that's what makes you my, um--
What shall I call you?

My little mole.
No, that's far too unflattering.

My perfect collaborator
in this delicious charade.

I'm telling you, Quayle, I'm scared.
Of them and of you.

You said that we were just gonna do
a simple job without hurt--

I'm just teasing.
Just toying with them.

- But Mrs. Chung is down--
- She's a stranger.

There's someone closer that you
ought to worry about, isn't there?

All right. I'll do what you say.

Perfect. Now, what is MacGyver
doing in the kitchen?

When I left him, he was taking
the motor out of a blender.

Yes, that's the handyman side
of MacGyver.

He likes to make clever little things
out of odd bits.

But I must have more details.
I must know exactly what he is doing.

- I'll go see.
- Yes, you do that, my dear.

No time to waste.

The sooner we deal with MacGyver,
the sooner this'll be over.

There's my perfect collaborator.
Stay in touch.

What sort of a fantasy
is MacGyver indulging?

Answer me, Karen.

Are you there?

Yes. He's at the rear kitchen door,

and he's built some kind
of wheeled cart

with a piece of the suit of armor
on top.

It's the position I care about.

He'll be coming out
of the back door.

And I'll be waiting for him.
Very good, Karen.

- What are you gonna do?
- My dear, sweet Karen,

I only intend
to embarrass them painfully.

Even MacGyver.
Especially MacGyver.

Help.

Obviously, the guns are
targeted to shoot at a given height,

at anything that moves.

But they can't shoot
in two directions at once,

so if I can get them aiming
down there...

Quayle, well, he's gotten clear.

Not to worry.
I'll get him back, Karen.

MacGyver, come back!

I've got Thornton.

If you want to see Thornton alive,
now is the time.

He's waiting for you
in the trophy room.

I've turned my guns off
so you can come back.

The game is not over yet.

He's coming back to us, Karen.

But did I detect a note of concern
for MacGyver?

We can't afford a major incident
like a multiple VIP murder.

Look, my orders are to retrieve
a piece of intelligence,

not to carry out
your damned blood feud.

I give the orders, my girl.

And I'm ordering you
to the trophy room.

You can get the roll of film
from Thornton there.

Now get going,
before MacGyver gets there.

Thornton's not gonna give it to me.

He won't object.
I've given him the shock of his life.

Now go on, girl.

Right.

He's dead. Electrocuted.

He's not dead.

Oh, my God. I thought...

She's still the same.

They'll be all right
if we get them help in time.

Yeah.

MacGyver, I know you
would've gotten away.

It's all right.
I changed my mind anyway.

If I get away, Quayle gets away.

And I want him.

Let's go somewhere
where we can't be seen or heard.

Quayle's got the house
rigged electronically

from the main power line,
which is probably in the basement.

I saw some vinegar here. Yeah.

Now, if we can cut or control
that power line,

Quayle goes deaf, dumb and blind.

He loses his edge.

MacGyver, what the hell
are we doing?

Making some preparations.

MacGyver!

Thank you.

Now, you wanna tell me
if Quayle hired you locally,

or were you assigned to him?

It was an assignment.

- How did you know?
- Well, first of all,

you were a little too quick and cool
getting me out of that hit,

and the hit men
didn't even try to follow.

Secondly, you took one look at Pete
from across the room

and assessed
that he had been electrocuted.

You're very quick, MacGyver.

Not quick enough to save Pete
from a pretty good jolt.

You could have killed him,
you know.

I was told no killing.
Only that we would get the film back.

Why draw the line at murder?
Quayle doesn't.

I didn't know that.
I've never worked with him before.

- I told you, they assigned me.
- For how much?

How much money they giving you
to betray your country, huh?

Money? It's not--

I wouldn't do it for money.

Look, I have never done anything
like this before.

Oh, please. Don't tell me
you're one of those political--

They've got my brother!

He works for Mr. Thornton too.
For the company.

But he was on an assignment
in Czechoslovakia and he got caught.

And they said they would kill him.

- Unless...
- Unless you cooperated.

Worked for them.

There's another way, Karen.

You don't have to give in
to their blackmail.

- But my brother, he's my only family.
- Help me catch Quayle.

We'll use him as a bargaining chip.
Trade Quayle for your brother.

What if they won't?

Then I'll go in and get him.
Personally.

You would do that for me
after everything?

Will you help me?

What do you want me to do?

Well, I think we should start
by forcing Quayle

out of his electronic fortress.

- How?
- By unplugging all his gadgets.

We gotta get to the power room
in the basement. Let's go.

He could be anywhere.

Or everywhere.

You thought I couldn't track you,
MacGyver.

Well, we all make mistakes.

This one is, I'm afraid, fatal.

- Quayle.
- Goodbye, Karen.

I'll try to arrange
a posthumous medal.

Watch the moving dot.
Whatever it touches, it kills.

- Damn!
- Closer and closer.

I could hit you at any time.

These are your last moments.
So enjoy them.

My daddy used to say,
"You can't hit what you can't see."

A smoke screen.
That won't save you.

Now we're invisible.

Okay, follow me.

Come on. The back stairs
where Quayle can't see or hear us.

Damn!

MacGyver! Karen!
There really is no escape.

MacGyver, I know where Quayle is.

He's down that corridor to the right.
His control room is down at the end.

The door is steel.
He's got a lot of security and weapons.

All right.

Maybe it's time for him
to come out and play.

Hey.

I got an idea.

Let's make an early-warning system.

It'll let us know
when Quayle's on the way.

What makes you sure Quayle
will leave his control room?

It's the only way
to get to the power room, right?

Well, if we can cut off his electricity,
he's bound to come looking for us.

Easy.

What are you gonna do?

Invite the man to a party.

Rusted junk, machinery?
I don't get it.

Line it up, Karen.
Sort of casual clutter.

What are you doing?
Those wires look like spaghetti.

Well, I traced all
the heavy wiring into Quayle's fortress.

- So?
- I'm gonna punch his lights out.

Keep stacking that junk.

If Quayle comes in here,
he's gotta walk forward only one way.

How's this?

Perfect. Primrose path.

Pull that cabinet over too, will you?

You know, I sure could use a mirror.

Think you could find me one?

Yeah, just what I wanna do
is look in a mirror right now.

Okay, okay, I'll go find a mirror.

Perfect. That's just what we need.

- So now we've got a mirror.
- Yeah, sort of. Come here.

Stand right here.

Don't move.

I see. So you're making a periscope
so we can see Quayle, right?

Yeah, that's right.
Without being seen.

Why?

Because he'd probably
blow us away.

Where are you?

You can't escape.
I'll find you. I'll find you.

And we've got a mirror.

And a kind of water cannon.

I don't wanna lose pressure.

The problem we're gonna have
is getting him in

and standing right there.

Yeah, yeah, I get it.

Where are they?

Nothing. Nothing!

Why aren't I finding them?

We'll keep the lights on in here
and in the corridor.

So...

...this must be his power.

Power failure?

Auxiliary generator.

Your handiwork, I suppose,
MacGyver.

Damn!

Right, MacGyver.

No more games.

MacGyver.

That was...

...just in case.

Nice thought.

Out in clear sight now.

Quayle!

Thank God you found us.

MacGyver was setting a trap.

I thought I could trust you.

We're on the same side,
right, Quayle?

I'm a geometric rarity, my dear.

There's only one side. Myself.

Gosh, Quayle, and all this time
I thought you were just...

...scum.

This one's free of charge.

Ah.

You took a big chance trusting me.

That's what it's all about.

Let's wrap him up and see
how the rest are doing, all right?

Okay.

Yes, I think we've plugged the leak.

Quayle.

That's right.

I'm sorry.

Now, where were we?

Oh, yes.

Solving a puzzle.

That's okay, Mrs. Chung.
I think we just took care of that.