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Ahoy there!

Hello.

Oh, hi.

Happy Halloween.

Do you know anything about electric winches?

Enough to know that beatin' it won't do much good.

Yeah, well, I tried threatenin' it.

Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute here!

I'll make a deal with you.

You keep down the racket so I can get some sleep

and I'll take a look at it.

You mean it? Hey, great!

Oh, the name's Milt Bozer.

MacGyver.

I could sure use a neighbor who knows how to fix things.

Too bad you're movin'.

Who says I'm movin'?

Well, the guy with the movin' van.

Oh, no.

No, no, it can't be, not again.

No!

Why?

Why?

You didn't know about this?

No!

At least he was neat.

Oh, but neat don't count, huh?

This mover, he didn't happen to have a big bushy moustache,

dressed up like a pilot, maybe?

Yeah, that's him.

Jack Dalton!

Jack!

Jack, whatever your crazy scheme is this time,

I don't even want to hear about it!

I'm gettin' my stuff and I'm gone, you hear me?

Man.

Jack?

Are you in here?

Hey!

No!

Thank you for calling

Haven's Rest Cemetery.

Our office is closed.

Please leave a message at the tone.

Jack?

Happy Halloween, MacGyver.

No. No, it can't be.

It can't be.

Murdoc!

Trick or treat.

I don't believe it.

Where's Dalton?

He's off chasing the proverbial wild goose.

But I knew your concern for him would be enough to lure you here.

What do you want, Murdoc?

What do you think of my little hideaway, MacGyver?

A rich industrialist built this about 100 years ago.

You know, in those days they had the most

terrible fear of being buried alive.

I guess this chap just wanted to make himself

as comfortable as possible

in case he inconveniently came back to life.

Murdoc, if this is another one of your games, let's get on with it.

It's not a game, MacGyver.

It's a matter of life and death.

What are you talkin' about?

Of all my past adversaries, MacGyver,

you've always been the most creative.

That's why you're here.

You're the only one that I can turn to.

I need your help.

You're not serious.

Oh, I'm deadly serious.

You know, I'm not real big on doin' favors for professional killers.

See, I could've killed you there, MacGyver, but I didn't.

You know why? Because I've retired.

My last few run-ins with you have convinced me that it was time.

Look, see, I have a new face.

I have a new face to match my new life.

Unfortunately, H.I.T. doesn't look too kindly upon their ex-employees

quitting without their approval.

- H.I.T.? - H.I.T.

H-I-T.

Homicide International Trust.

My ex-employers.

They hire a bunch of professional killers from around the world.

It's sort of like a multinational murder incorporated.

I refused their last contract.

So they put a hit out on me.

That sounds like poetic justice to me.

They've kidnapped someone very close to me, MacGyver.

Someone is close to you?

My sister.

Ashton.

Uh-uh.

Murdoc, I've seen your file.

It says "no living relatives."

I've gone to great pains to conceal the truth about my sister,

even from her.

After our parents died, I supported her in secret.

She didn't even know that I existed.

And she certainly didn't know what I did for a living.

She was my innocence.

I thought I could protect her forever.

Till I read this.

Found out how wrong I was. Here, take a look.

Look at her.

Look what they've done to my sister.

Listen to this.

Hello, Murdoc. It's your mentor, Nicholas.

I must admit, you're not easy to find.

Fortunately, the same is not true of your sister.

Remember the Halloween parties at my club?

Well, this year's is special.

It's in honor of your retirement.

So be here by midnight,

or I'll kill your sister instead.

He means it, MacGyver.

So who's Nicholas?

Nicholas Helman.

He's chairman of the board of H.I.T.

He has the ever-so-exclusive Helman Club downtown.

He uses the club as a front for H.I.T.'s base of operations.

This man would do anything to see me dead.

Even if it means destroying the only decent thing in my life,

just to get at me.

I cannot rescue Ashton alone, MacGyver.

You're the only one in the world who can help.

No way, Murdoc.

I could never trust you to do anything straight. Forget it.

- They're gonna kill my sister. - I can't trust you!

Well, trust me now, MacGyver.

Help me or feel free to go.

But if you do go, MacGyver, you're gonna have to live with

the death of an innocent girl on your conscience.

You provide the evidence we need to put those people away for good?

Anything.

And turn yourself in as well?

You drive a hard bargain.

Yeah, well, take it or leave it.

Agreed.

And we get her out my way.

No guns, no killing.

Nicholas Helman is a ruthless killer, MacGyver.

He taught me everything I know.

We cannot go up against him without weapons.

Oh, we've got weapons.

My way.

This way, Mr. Greggs.

Good luck.

Welcome to Death Row, Mr. Greggs.

Are you ready for your qualification test?

Whatever you've got, Mr. Helman,

I can handle.

Excellent.

I like your confidence, Mr. Greggs.

I want you to look straight ahead.

Your objective is to reach the girl.

Understood.

If you succeed,

you'll become one of our operatives.

Good luck.

Hey, that's real ammunition.

This is real life, Mr. Greggs.

What are you doing?

What's going on?

Please help me.

Please.

Please help me.

You see.

And Greggs is one of the best freelance operatives in the field.

But Murdoc is better.

No matter.

Death Row is no longer a testing facility, Sonia.

It's become a killing ground,

designed especially for Murdoc.

All right, watch it on the steps, guys.

Take one at a time.

All right, try to keep it level. That's it.

Appreciate this, guys.

Whoa. Whoa. What is this?

Uh, To-Die-For Catering. We got a delivery for you.

What's in it?

It's our Halloween special.

Help yourself.

Thanks.

Hold it.

Yes, Mr. Helman?

Come downstairs to the billiards room.

All right, I'm on my way.

All right, put this in the main room.

Thanks for your help, guys.

Uh, listen, you mind if I use your phone?

I got to check in with my boss.

Uh, it's right over there.

Thanks.

Hold on just a minute, Ozzie.

Okay, now, just let me pocket this shot.

Mr. Greggs is down in Death Row.

He failed to reach the girl.

It's quite a mess, I'm afraid.

I'll take care of it, Mr. Helman.

Remember, I want to start the board meeting

as soon as the directors arrive.

Do you remember what costumes they'll be wearing?

Yes, sir.

The royal flush.

I'll keep an eye out for 'em.

And for Murdoc.

It's getting late, Nicholas.

I think we should put our costumes on.

Yes, of course, my dear.

Hello, hello.

Lovely party, just... just got back from the dead, actually.

Excuse me, I'm... I'm starving, I'm, uh, I'm just starving to death.

MacGyver, are you in here?

I told you to stay put.

I was tired of playing dead. Is there any sign of Ashton?

They've got her behind here.

- Nicholas calls it Death Row. - Yes, I've heard of that.

He uses it to test H.I.T. recruits. How do we get in there?

Well, I don't know yet.

The lock only opens with Nicholas' thumb print.

Oh, yeah?

Maybe this will open it.

Murdoc, we had a deal.

But you... you said no guns.

- Don't split hairs with me. - You got a better idea?

- I'll think of something. - Okay, I'm waiting.

That thing would bring the whole place down on us anyway.

I'm still waiting, MacGyver.

Okay.

Okay.

New plan. It's a party, right?

Yes, it's a party.

- People drink at parties. - So?

So,

we, uh,

we get Nicholas' glass,

we transfer the print

and we're in.

How do we get Nicholas' thumb print

off the glass onto the sensor?

How do we do that, MacGyver?

Huh?

One thing at a time.

You know, MacGyver, that's why you're so hard to beat.

Nobody knows what you're gonna do next.

Including you.

Please, can you help me?

Sorry, lady. I just work here.

I haven't done anything!

Why are they doing this to me!

There he is, in the vampire costume.

All right, here's what we do.

We just wait for him to put the glass down, and then grab it.

Or not.

You got any other ideas, MacGyver?

Who's the girl?

Sonia. She's Nicholas' right-hand person.

Almost as good as me.

And deadly as she is beautiful.

Well, something's goin' on in that room there.

When did you say Nicholas and the board members meet?

Once a year.

What better place to keep it a secret, huh?

Of course!

A costume party is a perfect cover.

Nicholas is the only one who knows the identity of the other members.

With all these costumes around, they could be anybody.

I overheard Nicholas talking about a royal flush.

How many board members are there?

Let's see. Not counting Nicholas, 4.

There goes another one.

That's three down, one to go.

Okay, new plan.

I crash the board meeting.

What, as part of the royal flush?

Okay, good, good, good, but which one are you gonna be?

Well, the king, queen, the knight have already gone in.

Knight's the same as a jack, isn't it?

Uh-huh. That leaves the ace.

Or the joker.

Of course.

The joker's wild.

Leave him to me.

Murdoc, no.

It's perfectly harmless, MacGyver, it's perfectly harmless. Trust me.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir,

let me get that.

Get the door, Murdoc.

Well, this little charade may get you into the meeting, MacGyver,

But how do you get out of it?

You're right.

I'm gonna need a diversion.

What time you got?

It's 11:27.

All right.

At exactly 11:40, throw all the circuit breakers in this box.

Blackout should give me a chance to grab the glass, and make a run for it.

Then meet me in the billiard room.

11:40.

Charming.

Where have you been? The others are waiting.

Now that we're all here,

I call this meeting to order.

Before we get on with any new business,

what's the update on the Murdoc situation?

I'm glad you brought that up.

Actually, this evening's festivities are doubling for his retirement party.

Then you've terminated him?

Not yet, but the bait is in the trap.

He was supposed to be eliminated, Nicholas.

That was your job.

He will be.

I have his sister.

I guarantee that Murdoc will be permanently retired by midnight.

He'd better be, Nicholas.

You know our policy about failure.

Yes, Nicholas, you too are replaceable.

Sorry you have to miss the party, old boy,

but I'm afraid you're all tied up.

Lift your hands where I can see them.

Now turn around, slowly.

This is useless!

It's obvious Murdoc isn't going to show.

He's probably already here.

Well, that remains to be seen.

In the meantime, I suggest we move on with the agenda.

I believe the joker was going to report on our arms smuggling operation.

It's a good idea.

The floor is yours, joker.

Get on with it.

May I?

I said we weren't to be disturbed.

I have Murdoc.

Excellent.

Sonia has Murdoc.

Take him to Death Row. I'll be right down.

That's not all, Nicholas.

He's taken out one of the board members.

I think it's the joker.

Thank you, my dear.

I'll handle it.

Well, it appears that my trap worked even better than I expected.

Murdoc is as good as dead.

And so is his partner.

The joke's on you, my friend.

Lights out, my darling.

What's going on?

Stay calm. Emergency power will be on soon.

I can't see.

Just stay calm.

There!

Look out!

It's almost midnight, MacGyver.

Meeting ran a little late.

Here. Melt some wax in that.

Melt wax?

I'm gonna try and fool that lock.

Miss Chapel!

Are you all right?

What happened?

Murdoc. He's here.

Murdoc got away.

So did his partner. Perhaps it's time we selected a new chairman here.

Now calm down all of you.

Everything is going according to my plan.

Here's your front row seat.

There she is!

- Who are you? - Friends.

What are you doing here?

We've come to get you out of here.

Be careful.

A man's been killed here already.

Don't worry.

On the contrary,

I'm afraid you all have a great deal to worry about.

I knew you'd come, Murdoc.

But your friend is something of a surprise.

No matter.

It'll give our board of directors a more exciting show.

Welcome to Death Row, gentlemen.

I'm here now, Nicholas, let the girl go.

The girl's life is in your hands, Murdoc.

At midnight, that chair will shoot 3,000 volts of electricity

through her body.

Simply get her out of the chair before the clock strikes 12:00.

You now have eight minutes until the girl dies.

Good luck, gentlemen.

You will pay for this, Nicholas.

I seriously doubt it.

It's a shooting gallery, MacGyver, and we have no guns!

Hand me that apple,

and the cabbage.

Apple and a cabbage?

The guns in here are workin' on motion detectors.

All right.

When I throw this, dive over that wall.

Careful!

That's where the man was killed by a machine gun!

Here.

Use this to keep the guns busy.

Let's go.

One more special Halloween treat,

just for you, Murdoc.

Oh, God, no!

Snakes!

Not snakes.

I... I hate snakes, MacGyver.

Well, I'm not too crazy about them myself.

Oh, man.

Yeah, that's it, MacGyver, we're gonna burn 'em up.

Well, what are you doing?

Snakes aren't too crazy about the smell of kerosene.

Hopefully this will make them back off.

So you-you've tried this before, of course.

Well, this situation doesn't come up a lot.

Well, uh, in that case, MacGyver, why don't you, uh,

why don't you go first, huh?

Yeah.

All right,

come on, Murdoc.

I can't! I can't, I-I'm not gonna do it, MacGyver. I can't do it.

Murdoc, come on!

I can't do it, okay!

Oh!

All right, come on.

Get down, get on my shoulders.

I don't believe this.

And don't make any sudden moves.

Yeah, well...

Well, tell that to the snakes, MacGyver.

Hurry! Hurry, please!

Looks like Nicholas' game is over.

Get me out of here.

Please!

Murdoc!

Get her out of here, MacGyver, get her out of here!

Save Ashton, MacGyver. We made a deal.

Go!

Come on, Murdoc!

This is the end, my friend.

The end for you both.

Sonia!

Goodbye, Nicholas.

I'm the chairman of the board now.

Your friend!

It's all been like a bad dream.

I still don't understand a lot of it.

Well, we're pretty sure it was a case of mistaken identity.

Well, how did you know they had me?

I think the less you know, the better.

- Top secret government stuff? - Somethin' like that.

I am so sorry about your friend.

He must have been a very special person.

You could say that.

Well, thank you again so much.

Greetings from the grave, MacGyver.

As promised,

I'm giving you enough evidence to shut down H.I.T. for good.

Oh, and about turning myself in and going to prison,

You know what, I may be reformed, but I'm... I'm not crazy.

But don't worry, MacGyver, you'll see me again.

Just keep looking over your shoulder.