All language subtitles for MacGyver.S01E19.1080p.BluRay.x264-BEDLAM

Once again, bartender.

Thank you.

I've been kind of busy
intercepting some plans

for a guerrilla raid.

Mother, look.

Trouble is, it's nearly made me
miss my train.

- Look, he's thumbing a ride from us.
- Of course.

Your generation hasn't enough
discipline to catch a train on time.

I didn't mean to start
a whole thing, Mother.

And considering who was after me,
I'd just as soon not miss my train.

Come on, please!

- I guess he missed his connection.
- Yeah.

Come on, slow it down!

Stop that train!

Come on, I got a ticket.
I promise.

- No, no, go away.
- Please!

It is too dangerous.

- I can't.
- Slow down!

Go away! Go!

- Are we going to stop for him?
- That's up to the engineer.

No, no!

Please! Come on!
I need a ride!

Oh, okay.

You're a gentleman.
You're beautiful.

Hi, sorry about the holdup,
so to speak.

- Hey, you're American.
- You got me on that one.

- So are we.
- Name's MacGyver.

Andy Ellis, and I'm Laura Dillon.
Welcome aboard.

- Thanks.
- You're lucky.

No stops from here to the coast.
Take any seat.

You could make my day if you told me
I could get something to eat.

Right there in the dining section.

Terrific,
Amazing how that works out.

Excuse me.

- You got a pen?
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

It's coming around.

EXPLOSIVES

I'll have a roast lamb sandwich.
Big. Enormous.

Surely not naked, unadorned meat?

No, they usually slap a
couple pieces of bread on either side.

No, no, no, what I refer to is food's
blessed accompaniment, drink.

What is it you Americans cherish?

Bourbon and rye on the rocks?

Well, actually, I'd like
a glass of milk, please.

How disgustingly healthy.

- I'm James Grant.
- MacGyver.

Very nice to meet you.

We shall be on this misbegotten
excuse for a railway

through a long, dusty ride.

And if we don't
at least drink together,

why, we shall have
to drink separately.

Ow!

- Are you all right?
- Are you all right?

- It's so damned stupid of me.
- No, no, come on, now.

It takes time.

Very observant of you, Mr. MacGyver,
but it has been seven weeks.

- I'm so sorry.
- Don't cluck over me!

I'm a cripple. You're black.

Neither is a condition for sympathy.

Sorry.

It's okay.
I noticed my color a long time ago.

He's just hurting.

- Andrea Collins.
- MacGyver.

- Mind if I join you?
- I was hoping you'd ask.

That was quite a stunt
you pulled,

after the way you broke the speed
of light trying to catch this train.

What's the rush?

Well, I'm a tourist.
I didn't wanna miss the scenic ride.

Uh huh. I work for the
State Department. Courier.

And I know urgent when I see it.

All right, the truth.

I just hijacked proof
of an illegal-arms oil deal,

and if I get the proof
out of the country in time,

I could help thwart a little war.

I was in a hurry.

Okay.

I deserved that.

We're just a couple of tourists
enjoying the pretty scenery.

From where I sit,
the scenery's very pretty.

- Why? Just tell me.
- Andy, I told you!

You know how I feel about you.

Come on, Laura,
it's more than just a feeling.

Don't be afraid to use the word.
I'm not.

Love. Like in I love you.

- Andy--
- We'll be in Rajamehar in two days.

Be home in one more.
We could get married a week later.

Or as soon as our families
cool down.

No. How long have
we known each other?

It's not how long.
It's how good.

We met in Barcelona,
got along okay--

It was better than okay.

Yeah, a lot better than okay.

Good fun,

- good feelings.
- Good everything. All of the pieces fit.

Yeah, for a fun summer, sure.
But marriage?

- Marriage is different.
- I know.

And it's what I want.

- I thought it would be what you want.
- It is.

That's why I want to be damned sure.

I lived through a divorce
when I was 12.

I'm not gonna go
through one of my own.

What do I say? Trust me?

Gamble on me?

Love me.

I guess that's what we both say.

- I owe you an apology.
- That you do.

Make it good.

You're forgiven.

No, but I must make proper amends.

Find a treasure. Buy a drink.
Slay a dragon.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- It's all right. It's all right.

The sight of beauty
invariably dizzies me.

The stink of liquor does
the same thing for me, Mr. Grant.

Come along, Diana.

I'm sorry.

If you're gonna slay a dragon,
I know where you can find one.

Hear, hear.

Everybody, keep in your seats.
This train is now in our control.

Sit down!

Keep down!

- You bloody scud, you can't--

Oh, my God!

Be quiet. Be careful.
Nobody will be hurt!

You may have already
killed that man.

- It was an accident.
- I'm a doctor.

And verifiably nonbelligerent.

Let me pass.

- I can use some help.
- I can help.

Diana, don't be foolish.
You have absolutely no experience.

You'll only be a hindrance.

We are not bandits.

Oh, yeah?
What is it you want?

Two men who are on this train.
It is a matter of justice.

- I don't understand.
- You don't have to understand.

We will find them.

And when we have found them,
we will execute them.

How is he?

With a bullet in him?
I've got him stabilized.

A man puts a gun to my
head and says he's not a terrorist,

I take it with a grain of salt.

He's got tissue trauma
and he's losing blood.

For now he's not getting any worse,
but we can't afford to take chances.

There is the inevitable shock,

so we'll have to get him to a hospital
straightaway, or he may die.

This is madness.

We didn't want to.
We will get help once we stop.

Are there others
in the sleeping car?

Whoops.

Sorry.

One of the interesting
things about the local moonshine is,

it tastes a lot like kerosene,

and it burns even better.

There he is.

Hi.

What in heaven's name
are you up to?

- You're the fellow we picked up.
- Yeah, right. Name's MacGyver.

You also picked up a couple
of hijackers back there.

That's what all the fuss is about.

They are following the train on foot,

but they'll never catch us.

- Well done, MacGyver.
- Thanks.

We shall report the incident
when we get to Rajamehar.

All right.

- What's up ahead?
- A trestle bridge.

And once we are past that bridge,
we are out of the bandit country.

I think
we can pick up speed.

Engineer seems to be
in a bit of a rush.

I'd say we're bound to see more
trouble before we see Rajamehar.

They cannot stop a moving train.

Hurry, quickly!
Everyone to the train. Quick. Go!

- What are you doing?
- I'm gonna rig it

- so nobody but you or I can start it.
- Good.

We got enough voltage
here so if anyone fiddles with it,

it'll uncurl his beard.

Everybody, off the train. Out!

Search the train.
Bring me the westerners.

Do not move!

Everybody, out. Out now!

Out! Out!

Out, I said!

- Oh, my Lord.
- Outside. All of you!

No, please. Is he dead?

Dr. Grant and I can't leave.

Diana, this has nothing to do
with us. Now, don t be stupid.

I would've said she's admirable.

You said you were
an honorable man.

Is it honorable to let
a wounded man die?

The woman can stay.
Everybody else out.

I'll be back as soon as possible.

Keep him warm
and don't be frightened.

I can't help it. I am.

I know.
That's why you're admirable.

We have all the passengers
off the train.

This is my train, my engine.
I am responsible for these people.

Easy there. Easy, big fellow.

What are you gonna do with them?
And the others you're taking away?

They will be quite safe
at our village until this is over.

Till what is over?

You are here
to answer questions, not ask them.

- What is your name?
- MacGyver.

Now, if you got a problem with me
or us, don't take it out on them.

They will not be hurt, MacGyver.
My business is with you.

All of you.

My name is Hassan!

- These are my people, our village.
- Will you cut to the point?

In my good time!

We are a poor people
in a hard country.

To make our lives a little better,

to do something worthwhile,

we set a place apart.
A clinic for the sick,

for the children. All of us gave money,
whatever we could afford,

and we bought medicines
and drugs in Chittoor.

From two westerners.

Two businessmen.

Americans or English.

They were paid
a great deal of money.

- But what has that to do with us?
- Only...

...that when our people
took your medicines,

26 died.

One of those who died was my son.

We were sold poisons.

By two of you.

For the money.

- Who?
- He doesn't know that.

Otherwise he'd be on them
right now.

You have an eye for the truth
behind the truth, Mr. MacGyver.

I don't know.

So...

...you will tell me.

That's ridiculous.
We have no idea who the men are.

Then find them! Among yourselves.

You will give me these murderers,

and to help you in your efforts
to find them,

there will be no food,
no water, until you do.

They took all the food
and the water.

Kind of makes sense, doesn't it?
He's trying to put the pressure on us.

He's still checking out the luggage.

He doesn't seem to have
found anything.

We're just gonna have to
find those men.

And then turn them over
to be killed, is that it?

Do we have
any volunteers?

Well, the way I see it,
we've got two things to consider here.

First of all, can we identify
the two men?

And secondly, if we do find them, do
we turn two people over to be killed?

- Are you thirsty, Laura?
- Very.

I guess everybody is.

I was thinking
if I could get past the guards,

maybe I could steal a horse

or even follow the tracks
until I found some help.

Andy, we're in
the middle of nowhere.

Anyway, with all those guards
out there, it's too dangerous.

What are we gonna do?

I mean, this is not my idea
of a fun experience.

Maybe if we could get word out
to the police or to the embassy--

I don't see how.

- Oh, I'm so scared.
- Hey, Laura.

If Hassan was gonna do anything
violent, it would've happened by now.

As soon as the train's
reported missing...

No, no, we're not gonna lie
to each other.

It'll be a good week before anybody
starts to worry about us.

So all we have to count on is us.

But that's all right.
We'll make it.

That wasn't much.

Oh, I don't know.
He made me feel better.

May I join you?

I was hoping you'd ask that.

How come you're not scared?

Well, you know that old saying,

"Lord, give me the strength
to deal with what I can

and endure what I can't"?

Well, I'm enduring.

You know, in a weird way,
you're a comfort, MacGyver.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I scored.

- Soda?
- They've cut the water off.

At least it's liquid.

A pathetic substitute
for anything else.

Here, let me.

I was always strong.

Why do you say strong
like it's some kind of drawback?

Well, it is if you're oversize
and agonizingly shy.

I've no interest in what you thought
you were, only in what you are.

A woman.
A very exciting woman.

Half a compliment
from half a man.

- No. No.
- I-- I'm--

Correction, I was a surgeon.

Before the accident.

A damned good one. But now...

...quite useless, you see.

You're still a doctor.
You knew what to do for him.

You've kept him alive.
I don't call that useless.

- Ugh!
- What is it?

Forgive me, it's...

- Sometimes the fingers hurt like hell.
- The fingers?

It's ghost pain.

It's a phenomenon of amputation.

The body remembers
what's no longer there.

- My, I wish I could do something.
- Oh, you have.

You've allowed me to talk about it.
I didn't think I could.

Would it be awful
if I asked you how...?

How?

It was really stupid.
I was in London.

I was stitching up a stab wound
in the emergency room of a hospital,

and suddenly the doors
were kicked open

and this wild-eyed man was there
wielding a sawn-off shotgun.

- A maniac?
- Drugged out of his mind.

I remember thinking,
"If he fires that,

there's half a dozen people
in this room,

any of them could be killed
or maimed."

How dreadful.

Well, I don't know, I think I've seen
probably too many Hollywood movies,

but instead of just staying there
and staying absolutely still,

I took a step towards him
and I extended my arm.

And then I said something
absolutely stupid like,

"I think you better hand me that gun."

- And he shot you?
- Yes.

I was so close to him

that the blast from the gun
just disintegrated my arm.

Fortunately, no one else was hurt.

By such mad improbabilities
are dreams destroyed.

I'm sorry.

Well, that's my story.
Now, what's yours?

What do you want out of life?

To be purposeful.

To be useful.

To be needed.

Oh, Lord.

You are.

You are needed.

What's that?

It's a bottle spout
I've made into a whistle.

A dog whistle?

Yeah, sort of.

It's pitched above human range,
but animals can hear it.

And if I've done it right, they're gonna
be none too happy with the sound.

Whoa, whoa, boy.
Down, down, boy.

Easy. Easy.

He is usually very docile.

- Guard duty tonight, Hassan?
- It is necessary.

How is he?
The man who was wounded?

- He might die.
- We did not want that.

Come on, Hassan,

you hijacked a train by force.

To make a just end.

To take payment for murder.

My son died.

Badur's brother.

Laila from the next village
lost her three children,

the youngest not yet able to walk.

She was not much younger
than the little child with the doll.

It is a terrible thing

- to see a child die.
- I'm sorry.

Please believe me.

We're all sorry.

We worked together, all of us,

to build a clinic for the children
and for my son.

Pride is a sin.

And God struck me
for my pride in my son.

- Your son gave the medicine?
- With a needle.

First to himself so the children
would not be frightened.

So they were brave.

And I was proud.

And they died.

So you're going to avenge death
by killing.

- I will do what I must.
- You're still proud, Hassan.

But taking more lives
won't bring your son back.

Find me the men, MacGyver.

And then go.

I feel for that man.

He has a right, but he's wrong.

Another day.

A whole other set
of fresh possibilities.

I'm a sucker for mornings.

- Hey! Where are you going?
- Stop! Stop, I say!

I will have your head.

Andy!

I got him. I got him.
That's for the kid, Hassan.

It's all right. Don't shoot.

If you don't mind my saying so,
that was real dumb.

- Andy.
- Sorry, babe, I tried.

Oh, because I was so scared.
Oh, Andy.

I thought I was gonna make it.

Until friend Kramer here
blew the whistle on you.

Why?

I'm sorry. I was...
You startled me. Besi--

It's funny. I got the idea you wanted
to see the kid get nailed.

Take the heat off everybody else.
Especially you.

- That's not true.
- Search him.

Go ahead.
I have nothing to hide.

Maybe you wouldn't mind if we took
a look in your compartment.

It is mine.

I was simply afraid that you'd steal it,
that's all.

I never sold poison to anyone.

Paper.

We paid in gold.

He is no doubt a thief and a liar,

but he is not the man
I am looking for.

You know, Hassan,

you just gave me an idea.

One of the best ways
to get inside a man's mind

is to go through his body.

With my sphygmomanometer?

Well, a human being
can try to lie,

but the funny thing is, the body
always has a way of telling the truth.

All I have to do is cannibalize
your medical kit,

borrow an alarm clock
and build us a translator.

MacGyver, you have
a remarkable flair for junk art.

A lie detector's
a simple thing, actually.

When you lie, your blood pressure
goes up and you sweat.

Sweat creates a conductance,
and it'll sound the alarm, like this:

Your son would have understood.

You are right.

Show me.

Okay.

I'm gonna ask you a question.
I want you to lie, all right?

Andy, did you try to escape?

No, I didn't.

- Do you deal drugs?
- No.

Did you sell these people
bad medicine?

No, I didn't, damn it! No way.

Why did you run away?

For Laura.

Because she was so scared.

I learned I'm not much of a hero.

Oh, I learned something too.

When I thought you might be killed,
I just fell apart.

I don't need a hero.

I need you.

That was love. Not lying.

I almost believe...

Ask the others.

And then I will ask you, MacGyver.

No, I don't think so, Hassan. I'm not
gonna put anybody else through this

until I know what you'll do
once you find them.

Justice!

They will take the medicines
they sold to us.

You'll kill them.

No, they will kill themselves. Justice.

Nope, that's murder.

What do you want?

If we find the men,

I want you to come to Rajamehar
with us, where they'll stand trial.

I agree.

- On memory of my son.
- It's a deal.

You're gonna take his word for it,
just like that?

Yep, I guess I am.

You know, Mr. Webster, I think
you just volunteered to go next.

What do you say?
Have a seat.

Sure. I'll go next.

If you think I'm guilty of this,
you're all crazy.

All right, you about ready?

Mr. Webster,

did you sell fake, toxic medicines
to Hassan's people?

- Blade!
- Paul, you said you could handle it.

I can! Give me my damn gun!

We're out of here anyway.

Argh!

Ugh! Oh...
Ugh!

Don't be a fool, MacGyver,
we can all get out of here.

We'll just back the train
right up through them.

I can't do that.

I gave Hassan my word.

Tough.

Webster, don't do it.

I rigged the circuits to overload.

They'll blow on you.

You ought to take your own
lie-detector test, MacGyver.

Don't do it!

Argh!

Justice.

Make sure you change the bandage
after three days.

- There's no sign of an infection.
- Thank you, doctor.

Good.

All right, give Hassan his gold back.

Ah!

Yes.

Would you take this gold
and buy medicines for us?

Good medicines?

But that's like...

Hassan, medicines
aren't like bloody magic. You...

You need a doctor.

I think he's already got that
figured out.

- He's looking at a doctor.
- I can't.

- I don't practice medicine anymore.
- We would be honored.

It's crazy. I couldn't possibly take on
something like--

- Single-handed, so to speak.
- You wouldn't have to.

Diana, have you gone
absolutely out of your mind?

My question exactly.

The answer is yes.

- What are you planning on doing?
- I don't know,

but for the first time in my life, I'm
finding out what kind of person I am.

Well, all I can say is, it's about time.

I think you're all a bit mad.

But if there's anything you need
for this so-called clinic of yours,

Diana knows where to reach me.

Thank you, Mother.
Have a good trip home.

Primitive working conditions,
lousy hours, monster workload,

no pay.

What a deal!