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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.

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 Islands. 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.

- Traveling.
- 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 10:00.

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.

- 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?
- Mm-hm.

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 ball into...

Parsons hits
a double to center 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 traveling.

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 11th, 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...

...like 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.

Oh.

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 NRC first.

We might 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 12 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.