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A man once said,
"When you make a friend, you take on a responsibility."
And I guess that describes my friend, Danny Barrett.
When he invited me to lunch, I should have known
there'd be strings attached.
Excuse me, guys.
Sorry.
Sure. Go ahead.
MacGyver, you're just in time.
Time for what? You said lunch.
No, later, okay? You know what's going on in here?
A jewelry safe cracked like an egg.
Another few million in precious stones are gone.
They're out of here, goodbye, you know?
Same M.O. as the heists in Dallas, New Orleans, Chicago.
And guess who's getting hit in the pocketbook?
My good client, Pacific Metropolitan.
But I know who's pulling the heists.
I've been tracing this guy halfway across the country, you know?
He leaves town after each heist.
No strain, no pain.
Nobody hot on his tail, and you know why?
'Cause the thief is a diplomat.
Yeah. He's the Ganubian cultural attaché,
and I'm betting a new Porsche that the diamonds
are stashed in the consulate.
- Danny! - What, what?
You're an insurance investigator.
This is heavy stuff.
Have you talked to the police?
Oh yeah, sure, and wave bye-bye to my new Porsche.
Which I'm gonna buy with the bonus I get when I get the proof.
- Which is why I asked you here. - How'd I get so lucky?
'Cause you taught me everything I know about computer hacking.
My car's down here.
- Computer hacking? - Mm.
What's computer hacking got to do with diamonds?
Ah, see, I figured the consulate computer would have files
on this cultural attaché,
so I figured out a way into their computer.
I don't think that's such a good idea.
- In fact, it's kind of dumb. - No, wrong. It was brilliant.
'Cause when I accessed the main menu,
and I punched up the attaché's name, I mean, the thing lit up.
Lists of diamonds, dates of shipments.
- Hold it! Wait a minute. - What? What?
Are you trying to tell me some thief put all that information into a computer?
Total arrogance.
I mean, to him it was just good record-keeping, you know?
I mean, who's gonna touch him? The guy's a diplomat.
All right, look.
What exactly was in the computer?
I just got a quick look, then I got shut out.
That's an intercept program.
Danny, they're probably onto you already.
No way. I just need your help
to hack my way back into the computer.
I got my computer set up to receive the information back at the office.
I even have the code word that gets me into his program: Blue ice.
Danny!
No!
Blue ice.
Goodbye.
Our senior year,
class voted Danny the most reckless...
and the most irresponsible, but everybody loved him.
I'm gonna nail 'em, Pete.
The diamond thief did this.
You know it, I know it, and I'm gonna nail him.
MacGyver, wait a minute.
Walk away from this for a couple of days.
Let the police handle it.
That truck didn't have license plates on it.
The police are calling it a hit-and-run.
Help me on this, Pete.
Well, I can't say no, can I?
Where do we start?
We need the name of the Ganubian cultural attaché.
His name is Amir Sumal.
He has quite a reputation for his brutal way of doing things,
both in politics and his personal life.
A dangerous man.
He's hosting a big reception
for the city's wealthiest art patrons at the consulate,
but access is a tough nut to crack.
Nobody gets in without an invitation.
Step inside. Invitation, please, hmm?
Step inside.
Invitation please, hmm?
Step inside.
...Inside.
Step inside.
Oh, my darling!
I haven't seen you since Cannes, or was it Majorca?
Oh, yes, yes, I think it was Majorca. How silly of me.
You will save me a dance, won't you, please?
Pete had learned that Sumal's office was located upstairs.
The computer had to be there.
Sumal was at the party,
so what I needed was a way upstairs.
Amir Sumal!
- Excuse me. - What a great pleasure.
I've been looking forward to meeting you.
Well, thank you for coming.
I meant to ask you.
Your magnificent necklace -- is it an heirloom?
I'm sorry, staff only.
Easy, easy, take it easy.
I want to make a deal with you.
If you don't scream, I don't scream.
How about that?
- Okay? Can I trust you? - Mm.
All right, I want you to turn around,
very, very slowly...
Ow.
All right, who are you?
It'll come to me.
What have you got in your bag?
Just this.
Now, who are you?
Do we really need the gun?
Will you just answer the question? I'm impatient.
All right. You want the truth?
I'm somebody who shouldn't be here.
Like you, I bet.
What are you doing here?
Oh. Hello.
Obviously, we were looking for a little privacy.
Yes.
My fiancée here -- she's a little old-fashioned
about public displays of affection.
Aren't you, dear?
Move out from behind the desk.
And lift your hands in the air, hmm?
This is embarrassing.
Croce here.
I need some backup in the library.
Oh now, really.
Please.
Mr. Sumal would be...
Well, he'd be outraged to see how you were treating his guests.
Move! MacGYVER: Wait.
Look, we're not really guests.
We're actually working undercover.
In fact, her gun is right over there.
Where'd you learn that?
Sunday school.
Oh.
What are you doing?
Finishing up what I started to do in the first place.
Croce?
Outside.
Croce, are you in there?
Think you can rappel in that outfit...
Okay, take care. Bye.
What's she doing?
That chick is a real banana boat.
Pulls up in a Ferrari, leaves in a wagon?
I hate when she does that.
It's all right. We made an even trade.
I'll take care of it.
Well, isn't this interesting,
how we run into each other twice in one day?
Let me guess, you're an insurance investigator.
What else?
Danny sure could pick 'em.
I'll take that as a compliment.
I thought you might have modemed that from the consulate.
Yeah, but it's all scrambled.
I know that this is a multi-syllabic binary code,
and that the Ganubians use it all the time.
Fact is, I have a decoding programmer disk in my car.
Why don't you get it, and we can unscramble this mess together.
I believe you have my keys.
Allow me.
Be right back.
Okay, put your hands on the car and spread them.
Let's go, you know the routine.
What do you mean, I know the routine? What's going on?
You're under arrest for grand theft auto.
Grand theft?! Hold it, wait...
- Let me explain this... - Just keep your hands on the car,
keep your mouth shut, and do what you're told.
I've got identification. This is not a stolen car.
Oh, this is your car?
- Well no, not exactly... - "Well, no."
Save it, lowlife.
The owner called it in, described you to a tee.
The owner?
That's what I said.
So, would you like to try a new story?
I love a good story.
"You have the right to remain silent.
If you give up the right to remain silent,
anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law.
You have the right to speak with an attorney..."
Wow.
Diamond grades.
Yes! Yes, yes, yes.
So you're MacGyver?
Yeah. How'd you know?
Oh, the police told me.
Listen, I want to compliment you
on that wonderful little story you told about the decoder disk.
Nice touch. Good moves.
You're not still mad about the car, are you?
Oh, I don't know.
I had to drag one of my best friends downtown
to bail me out.
And then had to explain the whole thing.
'Course I'm a little ticked.
Look...
we kept bumping into each other, and...
Well, siccing the cops on you
was the fastest thing I could think of to get you off my tail.
I'm sorry about the car.
I came here to apologize.
You came here because you can't break the code.
You did?
Maybe.
But you're gonna have to come up
with more than a lame apology to find out.
Danny was my brother.
You're the one that grew up with his father...
in Georgetown.
Raised there, married there, divorced there.
That was another lifetime ago.
Look, why didn't you just say something to me in the first place?
I had no idea who you were.
I thought you were another one of Danny's flaky friends.
Look, I came here to find out who killed him.
And I figured I was better off working solo.
- You a cop? - No.
But I, I've had that kind of training.
Danny did mention that his sister had gone to a law school,
and worked for a senate subcommittee in Washington --
why'd you leave?
Well, my heart wasn't in it anymore.
So I figured I'd come back here and see Danny.
He was all I had.
I tried to tell him he was in way over his head.
But he had his heart set on breaking this case.
He wanted to be...
important.
Danny was important.
Look...
I know some things, you know some things.
What do you say we put them together
and show Mr. Sumal he can't get away with murder?
I think I'd like that.
I think I'd like it a lot.
MacGyver, I don't know what you mean.
This is not proof.
What is this?
It's a list of the diamonds Sumal stole.
Valuations, descriptions...
They're still in that consulate.
Danny was right, they haven't been shipped yet.
They're still sitting there, all $10 million worth.
We can't get a search warrant for that place; it's foreign soil.
Listen, let's at least agree on our dilemma, all right?
Amir Sumal could commit murder!
He could kill a nun in Central Park at high noon,
and we couldn't touch him.
That's what diplomatic immunity means.
The man is subject to the laws of his own land, not ours.
The most we could do is ship him home.
But, in order to do that,
we would have to catch this man
with the stolen diamonds,
right in the palm of his hand.
Then let's do it.
- But how? - Well...
first we're gonna need some diamonds for him to steal.
Oh, great, well I have a diamond stickpin I inherited.
Probably worth $600.
Where are we going to get diamonds that he would want to steal?
How about the code room at the consulate?
You want to steal the diamonds that Sumal has already stolen,
so that he, in fact, can steal them back?
Right. From what we've been able to dig up,
this Sumal is an extremely arrogant guy.
He'd be a cinch to set up.
It could work.
He loves women, he loves playing squash,
and he loves diamonds.
You pick the order, those are his passions.
Well, that's great, but how are those passions
going to get us into a secure code room
- in a foreign consulate? - Wait a minute.
Diamonds. Women.
Squash.
Squash.
He's got to carry the key with him, right?
Well...
Well, if I could get into his locker at the racquet club...
I could make a mold,
to make a copy of our own key.
Of course we're gonna need some bait.
What kind of bait?
Um...
A diamond.
A very big diamond.
I will be happy to double this
if you tell Mr. Sumal that he's at my regular table,
and please ask him to move.
Excuse me, sir, but I'm afraid you are sitting
at a reserved table.
Uh, this is the lady's regular table.
I beg your pardon?
I'm sorry to trouble you to move.
Um, I will have a table cleared and set up
for you in a moment, Mr. Sumal.
My usual.
Thank you.
I hope you don't think I'm being rude.
No.
Just territorial.
Oh, this is ridiculous.
Won't you please join me?
Come, sit down.
Amir Sumal.
Nicole... Nicole de Merlier.
De Merlier?
But, of course.
I know the name.
Oh?
Everyone knows the Merlier diamonds.
The famous Twelve Sisters.
It's a shame we must part with them.
You're selling the Sisters?
Why?
Oh, the usual: money.
See, my brother has inherited the sins of our late father.
Expensive tastes for wine and women.
Your brother is a well-known sportsman.
Well, yes, actually, when he's not busy entertaining.
He lives for squash.
Ridiculous game, though,
chasing that silly ball back and forth.
It happens to be my favorite sport.
Oh, no, not really?
Yes.
I suppose I'm prejudiced.
You know what? I'd like to change your mind.
This afternoon.
I'm sorry. I have an appointment.
Perhaps we can, uh, organize this another time?
I have this wonderful idea.
I will accompany you to your appointment,
and then we'll lunch at my club.
I'd like that.
And where is your appointment?
The Diamond Exchange.
Oh, thank you.
Yes?
Right.
That's them. Places.
Come on, move it!
Let's go.
Mr. Blane, please forgive my being late.
- No problem. - Well, it's about time.
Claude, let's not make this any more difficult than it already is.
Mr. Blane, may I please introduce you to a friend of mine, Amir Sumal.
- Amir, Mr. Blane. - How do you do?
- Hi. - And my brother, Claude.
The rogue of the family.
I'm here, aren't I? How you doing?
Hello.
I was just telling your brother that, uh,
we've already spoken to some of our best contacts
about your collection, uh, including the Vanderzeals,
and there is considerable interest, so, uh...
may I see the stone?
Oh, yes, of course.
Oh...
wonderful.
Such fire.
No noticeable flaws.
And approximately 10.3 karats.
The ninth sister of twelve.
Now we'll just deposit this in the vault,
and we'll wire a check to your bank.
This is, uh...
unbreakable glass, of course.
And it means that our secure viewing room
and the vault are visible at all times.
Simpson?
Our, uh, ultimate security precaution.
They're gorgeous.
May I take a closer look?
Well, that's a little bit unusual, but, uh...
since it's you, Miss de Merlier... please.
Thank you.
This shipment is going to Tiffany's.
And, uh...
these are consigned to the Winwood Gallery.
I think we got a good price, Nikki.
Have my share transferred to the Melbourne account.
I'll be at a tournament down there.
Squash?
I told you, it's his obsession.
Distraction, my dear,
merely a distraction.
Do you play, Mr. Sumal?
In fact, I just invited your sister to lunch at my club.
Oh, how nice.
How about if I invite myself along?
Maybe have a couple of games before lunch.
Claude.
I'll even buy, now that we have cash.
Amir...
do you mind?
Delighted, my dear.
Shall we?
Shall we proceed with the game?
Amir, may I have just a brief word with my brother
before you destroy him?
Family matters.
I'll see you there.
- Give me the key. - I didn't get it.
What do you mean, you didn't get it?
What do you mean, what do I mean -- I didn't get it.
I couldn't get him away from his locker.
I thought you were supposed to be good at this.
- So did I. - Now what do we do?
It's locker number twelve.
What's that supposed to mean?
That means, I play squash, and you play "find the key."
Not me, MacGyver, it's the men's locker room.
MacGyver!
♪ You take the high road, and I'll take the low road ♪
♪ And I'll get to Scotland before ye ♪
♪ For me and me true love will never meet again ♪
♪ On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.. ♪
♪ ...On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond ♪
♪ Where the deep purple hills, the highland... ♪
Whatever happened to a good old-fashioned bar of soap?
♪ I dream of Jeannie with the light.. ♪
Do you mind if I borrow the soap?
Oh. Not at all.
♪ I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair ♪
♪ Borne like a vapor on the summer air.. ♪
Point, game and match.
I got to admit, you sure know how to make a good impression.
This key's gonna work out fine.
You did a fair job.
You know, I got myself invited to the ambassador's reception.
Now, I would hardly rate that a "fair job."
Okay. Fair plus.
So... my plan?
Actually, I've got a better idea.
Your Rolls Royce... Amir's dumbwaiter.
Nicole de Merlier.
There's more in the truck.
- Come on, let's go. - All right.
Your Excellency, I felt a small reception would be appropriate.
I can endure it, Amir, but in future, please,
let us tend to business.
Amir, darling!
Oh, uh, Miss De Merlier,
I'd like you to meet Ambassador Vulnay.
- Miss Nicole de Merlier. - An honor, sir.
This is wonderful!
The impressionists have such style.
And this Renoir...
Nicole, you amaze me.
I cherish beautiful things.
Especially valuable ones.
Like this Degas.
Or a truly thoughtful man who sends his security people
to see that I arrive here safely.
Security?
I saw him keep an eye on you, or us, at the café,
then at the Diamond Exchange.
He escorted me to your front gate.
Security?
Call up the gate camera on the gallery monitor.
I feel very safe with you.
Of course you are, my dear.
Shall we rejoin the party?
A Sym-Com variable combination lock.
The kind that requires each button to be punched only once.
No key was gonna open that.
But I had an idea.
If they used all six buttons,
the chances of guessing the right combination
was about seven-twenty to one.
Narrowing down the odds
was a simple matter of bringing tell-tale fingerprints
to the surface.
Three buttons had fingerprints.
That got the odds down to one in six.
Then it was a matter of running through the six combinations
till I got the right one.
Math and science do prove useful.
Out!
Fortunately, the ambassador leaves tonight.
So we will have tomorrow to ourselves.
Well, I think that sounds positively...
...lovely.
Amir, darling, come here.
Goodbye.
And thank you for a perfectly splendid afternoon.
Amir, you're wicked.
Now, now, now, you don't want to keep the ambassador waiting.
Somehow I just know we're going to become much closer.
In case you didn't know, my country executes spies,
Mr. Keach, Charles Keach!
I'm not a spy, I'm a private investigator.
Listen, I didn't mean any offense to you or your country.
Oh, but I do take offense.
First you invade my personal life,
and for some reason, you seem to have a fascination
for my friend, Miss De Merlier.
First off, her name isn't De Merlier.
It's Carpenter.
Secondly, I'd hide the family silver if I were you.
- What do you mean? - Your lady friend's a high-class thief.
In the past month, she's pulled off two jobs.
Cash and stones worth about three mil.
It's my guess you're being set up for a hit.
I don't believe this!
She greased the maitre d' at the café.
Oh, that's classic!
Got under your skin to get herself inside the consulate.
What did she do while she was here?
Well, we talked, and we looked at...
the art collection.
Oh, she's an expert in anything worth money.
Art, jewelry, rare coins.
Oh, the lady's got a lot of interests.
You are in greater peril than you think.
One of the Degas is missing.
Bingo!
Okay.
All the gear's in the van.
Pete's on his way to the consulate.
There's just one question.
Will it work?
Are you having a problem with my plan?
Just one, it's not mine.
So what's the problem?
Where is it?
My purse.
Aw, Nikki, doggone it,
you just couldn't leave it alone, could you?
Move.
I had a very interesting discussion with a Mr. Charles Keach.
Knows you remarkably well.
And suspect that you're here planning something illegal.
And I can see clearly that you plan to rob the Blane diamonds.
Now, you used the diamonds you sold them to gain entrance.
But how did you take these photos?
My purse doubles as a camera.
I would like to thank you for providing me with such an extensive plan.
Hey wait a minute, hold it!
Do you know how to pick a variable-induction electronic lock?
Do you know the guard schedule?
The alarm system? Huh?
It may take me a little time to study your plan,
but... I'm in no hurry.
Blane diamonds are. They take off tomorrow.
Early.
You are implying that I couldn't manage this little venture without you.
You catch on real quick.
Partners.
Partners.
Help me.
Please...
help me.
Oh...
Easy, lady. Oh!
- I've got you. - Oh, somebody!
- Oh, God. - Okay.
Call the police.
Just hold on, hold on.
Wait!
Let's do it.
King's ransom.
I commend you both.
You're everything Mr. Keach said you were.
I'd like to thank you for making this a very profitable partnership.
Short-lived as it was.
I'll take that.
Now, move over there.
What are you doing?
Taking my half and yours.
You would do the same.
Turn around and face the wall.
I could shoot you, but that would be so vulgar.
It's so much more poetic
to execute you in your own gas chamber.
Cover your nose and mouth.
How is it that we just knew he'd do something like that?
Human nature.
Let's go.
To the consulate.
Well done, Fred.
Okay, Charlie, let's hit the consulate.
Your Excellency.
- Mr. Blane? - I'm not Mr. Blane.
My name is Peter Thornton.
And you're not a diplomat.
You're a thief and a murderer.
What on earth...
Mr. Thornton came here to formally accuse you of serious crimes, Amir.
I, on your behalf, have demanded proof.
And still do.
Well, go ahead, search him.
Start with the attaché case.
Mr. Ambassador, I'm telling you, this man is a thief.
That case is full of stolen diamonds.
- Search him. - Enough!
Your Excellency, you cannot permit this.
I have diplomatic immunity!
Truly...
There can be no search.
Gentlemen, I have business to attend to.
Will you excuse me, please?
This one's for Danny.
Arrest him!
I do like working with you people.
You can't prosecute me.
You can't even hold me.
Security!
Your Excellency!
What does this mean, Your Excellency?
Justice! American justice!
I claim American justice!
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