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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.

Vorsicht.

Kannst du bitte helfen?

Danke sch�n.

Hier Kontrollstelle. Jawohl.

Jawohl! Jawohl!

Sounds of trouble.

I guess this makes me about 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.

Would you get off the sidewalk.

Baby!

- What, are 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?

Well, 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.

- 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.

- Cosy. - 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 crypt analyst 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!

Don't touch that door!

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, Quayle?

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.

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.

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... 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 much closer to you

that you ought to be worried 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 armour 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 VlP 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.

But 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 both 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.

And what makes you so sure Quayle's gonna 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.

That's 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.

Oh, 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, though, 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.

You took a big chance trusting me.

That's what it's all about.

All right, 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.