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I'm finished, Henderson. Through.

You're not through until I tell you you're through.

I own you.

I'm not fixing another race.

Hey, careful.

I worked nine months on this, you jerk.

This jerk is going to the police.

You're not going anywhere.

Give me that.

Hey, that's enough.

Hey, turn it off.

Let go!

You killed him.

Would you rather be in jail?

Dad?

Dad, are you okay?

What's goin' on?

Let's get out of here.

Hey, Dad?

Dad.

Dad!

Dad?

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, dear God.

You are a nightmare, you know that.

First you blow off a week of my life

huntin' up cheap pottery in every tourist trap from Tampico to Tijuana,

then you just about get us killed.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe you would dump

my entire life savings all over the Sierra Madre.

I had to dump the cargo

or we'd have ended up scattered all over Mexico.

Oh, come on, Mac, it was just a little downdraft.

We weren't that close to the trees.

I had the situation completely under control.

Hey, Jack, it's Morris. Remember me?

I have one thing to say to you.

It's my money or your head. Get it?

Sorry, Morris. My entire investment

is on top of a mountain in a million pieces!

I could have made a killing with those pots.

Yuppies eat that stuff up.

Jack, it's Jenny.

Hey Mac, it's Jenny Larson.

I've been trying to reach you and MacGyver for days.

There's no answer at his place either.

Jack, Dad's been killed.

Kyle's dead.

The police said it was an accident.

But, I don't know, I'm not convinced.

I found something I want MacGyver to see.

I don't know what it is.

Oh, I hope you hear this.

Please, I really need your help.

I can't believe it. Kyle!

Let's go.

Oh, am I glad to see you guys.

We just got the message. Sorry it wasn't sooner.

Hi, hon.

You okay?

I know I'm still in shock,

I mean, I can't believe he's gone.

What happened?

He got kicked in the head by a horse.

The police said it was a freak accident.

But I know there's got to be more to it.

I mean, all the horses were goin' crazy that night.

All right, take it easy, Jen.

You said on the phone you had something you wanted me to see?

Oh, yeah, when I was mucking out the stall,

I found this.

Looks like part of a crystal radio.

Does that mean anything to you?

Well, not yet.

You wanna show me where you found it?

Yeah.

When I got here and found Dad,

the stalls were banged up like this.

I just had this deep feeling somebody was with him.

Who'd want Kyle dead?

George Henderson, that's who.

That scum started ruining our lives

the minute dad got involved with him.

How did Kyle hook up with him?

Oh, the bank was threatening to foreclose.

So Dad went to Henderson for money,

which he lent him.

Before we knew what happened, he had us backed into a corner.

As of tomorrow, he takes possession of Smoke Creek Farm.

The land, the stock, everything.

Can he do that?

You bet he can.

He bought our mortgage from the bank and used that as leverage against Dad

to make him do whatever he wanted.

I've talked to every lawyer in town

and they said there's nothing I can do to stop him.

Uh, Jenny, back up a second.

What did Henderson want your dad to do for him?

Jenny?

Ever since Dad got mixed up with Henderson,

I started seeing a big change in him.

I mean, he began drinking. He became irritable.

Distant.

So I confronted him, and

he told me he had fixed a couple of races for Henderson.

Hey, I couldn't believe it either.

So we talked it out.

And then he started to cry.

I'd never seen my dad cry before, not even when Mom died.

So he promised me that he would deal with Henderson.

Put a stop to it and turn him in to the police.

Did he?

He planned on telling Henderson where to go

the night that he was killed.

Did Kyle tell you how they fixed the races?

No.

But I think it had something to do with Jenny's Chance.

Henderson tried to buy him from me and I told him to get lost.

And then he showed up at Dad's funeral with the foreclosure papers.

I mean, can you believe it?

This guy's a real vulture.

Jenny,

the night Kyle was killed,

did you see or hear anything

that might have spooked all these guys?

No, I heard the horses goin' crazy.

And... And by the time I got down to the barn, they were all calm.

And Dad was dead.

Well, from the looks of the stalls,

I'd say all the horses went crazy.

Except this one.

Well, big fella, did you miss out on all the action, huh?

No, Jenny's Chance was here.

He just doesn't spook as easy as the other horses.

Why is that?

He's deaf.

He has been since he was a colt from an ear infection.

That might explain it.

What?

Well, this thing looks like some kind of micro speaker.

From the size of it, I'd say it put out a pretty high-pitched sound.

Let's see what happens.

It's got to be an ultrasonic signal.

You mean like a dog whistle?

Yeah.

Well, if a jockey carried something like that into a race,

he could throw off the other horses.

Or use it to drive them wild in a stable.

That's it.

Henderson did it, he killed him.

It's possible.

But it's gonna be kind of tough to prove.

What now, compadre?

Well, we find out everything we can about George Henderson.

What's the good news, Mick? You get it fixed yet?

We'll know in a minute.

It's close. I got 30,000 cycles per second,

but only 20 decibels. We need 80.

Well, let's get it done.

I still got $1 million worth of Lucky Charlie's money to launder.

All right, George. But it takes time, you know.

We're all out of time.

The next race is Saturday.

And I take over the farm and the horse tomorrow.

- I want this thing workin'. - Right.

As soon as I fed the name George Henderson

into the FBI computer,

All the bells and whistles went off.

He's wanted?

No, not yet, but his file is red-flagged.

Wiretap evidence from an FBI sting operation indicates

that he's been hired to launder $1.5 million,

by a Cuban drug lord who calls himself Lucky Charlie.

Pete?

Ah, Collin. Come on in.

Uh, MacGyver, Dalton, Collin Yarborough, FBI.

- Hi. Sorry about your friend. - Hi.

Thanks.

Pete was tellin' us about the money connection

between Henderson and Lucky Charlie.

Yeah, some of the marked money we've been looking for

has turned up at several racetracks.

When Pete told me you'd tied Henderson to a race-fixing scam,

I got real interested.

Why was the money marked?

It was part of a flash fund we used in a sting operation

on Lucky Charlie in Miami.

Only we were the ones who got stung.

Ouch. $1.5 million of Uncle Sam's money,

I'd hate to be the G-man in charge of that fiasco.

You're lookin' at him.

And if I don't recover it soon,

I'm gonna be sweeping out the file room.

Well, there has got to be some way to slam the lid on both these guys.

How does a drug dealer from Florida wind up playin' footsie

with a California loan shark like Henderson?

From what we can tell, they've never met.

Charlie keeps a very low profile.

He layers himself behind middlemen.

They set up a deal with Henderson on the phone

and they smuggle the money to him somehow.

Did you happen to record Charlie's voice on that wiretap?

Yeah, sure. Why?

Well, you want Lucky Charlie and your money back

and we want proof that Henderson killed Kyle.

You have a plan, Mac. Where do we start?

Voice lessons, Jack.

I am looking for George Henderson.

You found him.

Oh, how do you do, sir?

I understand you are the new owner here.

Uh, my name is Boyle, Harry Boyle.

What can I do for you?

Well, I'm in the market for a horse.

One horse in particular.

Jenny's Chance.

Oh, is that right?

Yes, sir.

I saw that horse run at Hacienda Downs last month,

and I just dearly loved the way

that horse cut right on through the pack.

Like he'd had somewhere to go.

That horse could be a valuable asset to my business.

What business is that?

Acquisitions.

Show him, Jules.

$200,000.

Cash.

On the nose, you might say.

You know, my father always told me

never sell to an anxious buyer.

And I always listen to my father.

Jenny's Chance is not for sale, Mr. Boyle.

You will find, sir, that I am a man

who gets what he wants.

Whatever it takes.

My offer is good for 24 hours.

You can reach me at a new little cafe on West 5th Street

called the Derby Grill.

Now I suggest that you think on my offer.

Real hard.

You have yourself a nice day now.

Who was that?

Some high roller by the name of Harry Boyle.

Yeah?

He tried to buy Jenny's Chance for $200,000, in cash.

You're kidding. That's twice what he's worth.

I want you to tail him, see what he's up to.

He's probably headed for this place

called the Derby Grill, on West 5th.

All right.

I think they took the bait.

Come on.

I can't wait to get my shot at this guy.

You'll get it. Wait for my cue.

Gotcha!

Ah,

well, all right.

The place looks great. Good.

I'll see how the crew's doing in the cash room.

Okay.

Positions, everybody.

We have a live one coming.

- You ready for this? - You bet I am.

It's way too big, Dexter.

The track stewards would spot that thing a mile away.

Look, you may know horses but I know electronics.

I'm telling you it can't be done.

Look, I am not payin' you two to argue.

Tell that to your so-called expert.

Look lady,

the device you're talkin' about is impossible.

Look.

See?

To generate enough power for an ultrasonic signal,

you need a power source the size of a shoebox.

I'm tellin' you, technically it's impossible.

Now you listen to me, Dexter.

And you get this through that egg head of yours.

If I don't have that gizmo by race time on Saturday,

I stand to lose a client worth $6 million!

And that would make me very angry.

Now you don't want to make me angry,

do you, Dexter?

No, sir.

Even if he comes up with it, we still need Jenny's chance.

Now, lookie here, little girl,

you take care of the ridin',

and I will take care of gettin' the horse, okay?

First of all, I am not your little girl,

and second, you wouldn't have even heard of this deal

if I hadn't handed it to you on a silver platter.

Don't you talk to me like that.

Okay, okay, you guys.

Come on, it's almost post time at Hialeah. Let's go downstairs.

Dexter!

Henderson, it's Mick.

Listen, you aren't gonna believe this.

I tailed Boyle to this diner.

Uh, it looks like a front for something.

And, uh, you wanna guess who's here with him?

Jenny Larson.

What?

What's she doin' with Boyle?

She's made some kind of deal with him.

Her old man must have told her everything.

You mean they know we fix races?

Well, they have to.

Boyle's even got some geek

tryin' to build an ultrasonic signal generator.

Keep an eye on the place. I'll be right over.

Yeah. I'm... I'm parked in the lot across the street.

I'll meet you there.

The hook is in.

Hola, it's me.

You're on, Jack.

S穩, se簽or.

You idiot!

I'm gettin' ready to leave and you park behind me.

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think I am, Se簽or Henderson?

How many cubanos are you laundering $1.5 million for?

Charlie? Lucky Charlie?

Not so lucky no more. I've been on the run for a week.

The police, they chase me all across the country.

I have to have you launder the rest of my money fast.

I have to have it Saturday night.

That's tomorrow.

Look... Look, I, uh, cleaned $500,000 so far.

And like I told you on the phone,

I'm gonna need at least another 6 weeks

to launder the other million

without tippin' off the feds.

No good. I sail for Brazil on Sunday.

I want my money.

I'll have it for you here in the mornin'.

But you're not gonna get far with dirty cash.

Do you think you are the only one who can clean dirty money, amigo?

Maybe you are not the hotshot you think you are, Henderson.

A man should know his competition.

If you no can do the job, I know someone who can do it.

I will be back ma簽ana.

You will have my money, or I will have your head.

Comprende?

The big fish himself is headed for the net.

I just got a surprise visit from Lucky Charlie.

Lucky Charlie, here? What does he want?

His money, what do you think?

He's acting like somebody can do the job for him better than me.

So what do we do next?

I'd say right about now they're trying to figure out what to do next.

Oh, what they need is information.

And be careful.

We got to find out exactly what this Harry Boyle is up to.

That's the geek I told you about.

He's as good a place to start as any.

- Take the wheel. - All right.

Let's talk.

That's a gun.

And that's a car. Move it.

The quicker you cooperate,

the easier it's gonna be on you.

Now get in here.

Quit it, quit it.

Hey, no, leave that alone. It's mine!

Uh-huh.

What kind of scheme

is your boss cookin' up with Jenny Larson?

I don't know what you're talking about.

No?

Boyle comes to me and he tries to buy Jenny's Chance,

and all of a sudden he's very chummy with Jenny Larson.

And you, he gets you workin' on some ultrasonic gizmo.

Like this?

Wow.

That's it?

Well, how'd you miniaturize the power source to get it...

Never mind.

Come on, come on, come on.

No way. You can't make me.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah. Ow!

Quit it!

Get in there.

Come on, you guys.

I'm allergic. I got hay fever.

Get me out of here.

Tell me what Boyle's up to.

No. Now get me out of here.

Quit it!

Quit it!

Talk to me, Dexter.

Harry will kill me if I talk to you.

I'll kill you if you don't.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Get me out of here!

Hurry!

All right, what's the deal between Jenny Larson and your boss?

All I know is they need a miniaturized ultrasonic device

to fix horse races, okay?

Only you couldn't pull it off.

So maybe I'm not into audio electronics, all right?

I'm strictly into mainframe systems,

program development.

What kind of program development?

Computers.

I designed the computer systems for Mr. Boyle's gambling joint.

Gambling?

Harry Boyle's a bookie?

Jeez.

Calling Harry Boyle a bookie

is like calling Las Vegas a truck stop in the desert.

So what's this system?

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

My computer's patched into a pari-mutuel satellite network

that's linked to over 1,000 bookie joints

from Vegas to Atlantic City.

You wouldn't believe the action Harry handles.

It's... It's phenomenal.

Where is this place?

It's in the basement of the Derby Grill.

I wanna see this place myself.

Let's pay Harry Boyle a visit.

All right, okay, but tell me you're not going to tell Harry I told you.

Don't. Quit it!

Okay, they're back. Let's go. Look alive.

- All right people, let's go. - All right.

Take your places, everybody.

- All set in here? - You bet.

Good.

All right?

Good.

Wait a minute, what about screen number 3?

Is that malfunctioning or what?

We're workin' on it.

Well, come on, let's go.

Screen number 3, check it out, guys.

- Roll the tape. - Yeah.

As they streak for the stretch...

Good.

Jenny.

It's time for you to get out of sight.

You'll be able to see everything quite clearly through the mirror.

Oh, I can't wait to see the look on Henderson's face.

Let's go.

Now they're inside the final 16th of a mile,

And Cugee is crawling away from the field.

You better make this good, Dalton.

No hay problema, hombre.

I've got that gringo eating out of my hand, man.

Hmm.

Chocaholic is right alongside there

stride for stride.

Chocaholic on the outside,

Gilly's Hope on the inside.

Take your pick, it's Chocaholic now in front by a head,

And Gilly's Hope on the rail.

Now it's Chocaholic, pulling away.

And the winner is Chocaholic.

So, as you can see, Charles,

I have taken bettin' out of the stone age.

Technology.

That is the wave of the future.

I'm impressed.

Henderson!

Dexter!

What in the hell is goin' on?

It wasn't my idea.

They made me bring 'em.

I don't like to have my business interrupted, Henderson.

This is my business.

You already made a deal with me.

Harry Boyle say he have a better deal.

He not just launder my money, he turn into millions more.

Harry Boyle is all talk, without my horse.

His horse?

What do horse have to do with this?

Oh,

Henderson does have a special horse,

That he can use to fix races.

But he does not have a system

to launder your money overnight.

Let's all take a look at this system of yours.

- Dexter! - What?

Show him.

Okay.

You're lookin' at over a gigabyte of memory

with 6 parallel processors for systems monitoring.

And what's your C.P.U. speed?

Up to a 150 million operations

per second.

All the fancy hardware in the world isn't gonna

let you bet $1 million on a single race

without blowin' the odds.

Mine does.

I feed the wagers into the pari-mutuel network

one nanosecond before betting closes.

That way the odds don't change and nobody is the wiser.

Meanwhile, we send our dirty cash to a central depository in Chicago.

Within 24 hours, it will be distributed

in payoffs all over the country,

While we rake in nice, clean cash from the losers.

That's not gonna work unless you can guarantee

that Jenny's Chance wins the race tomorrow.

And you can't do that without me.

What do you think the morning line on this horse,

Jenny's Chance, going to be?

At least 6 to 1.

That means my million becomes...

$6 million overnight.

Caramba.

Put the other $500,000 you cleaned already.

Make the bet $1.5 million.

That'll make your total winnings $9 million.

And that's not gonna work without my horse

and my ridin' prop.

Well, have you found a crooked jockey who will use that thing yet?

I'll find one in plenty of time.

Well, I have one already.

Jenny Larson.

And she will only ride for me.

Without me,

she's not gonna have a horse to ride.

Oh, lookie here now.

Are you suggestin' a partnership?

Either that or

we all walk away from here with empty pockets.

Well, we don't have much choice then, do we?

All right, Henderson, you are in.

We will split the fee,

50-50.

See you tomorrow,

post time.

Just remember, amigos.

If you double-cross me,

there will be no place you can hide. Comprende?

So Henderson's falling for it, hook, line, and sinker.

I love it. What a team.

Well, they're not in the bag yet.

Not until we get a confession and that money back.

Well, how will you know it's the marked money?

Well, I rigged an ultraviolet scanner into the money counter.

It should feed the serial numbers into the computer.

So once we have that, then we just have to trick him

into confessing he killed Dad, right?

Bad news, people.

We got trouble.

Big trouble.

What do you mean? What trouble?

It's all over the news.

It happened too fast for us to put a lid on it.

...north of Chinatown, where police have cordoned off

a 16-block radius in the city's core.

The incident began less than an hour ago

when infamous drug lord Carlos Rodriguez and his lieutenant

were surrounded by police and federal agents at the airport...

They caught the real Lucky Charlie?

Wrong. He got away.

Oh, no.

We caught his man, Valdez, at the airport, but he's not talking.

...a public parking lot when Rodriguez fled in a stolen vehicle.

Police pursued in a high-speed chase,

which ended in a fiery crash.

Rodriguez, known in the underworld as Lucky Charlie,

lived up to his name, as he fled on foot,

though apparently wounded.

Oh, it'll be in all the papers.

Henderson's bound to see this.

We can't blow it now, we're so close.

What can we do to keep them on the hook?

That's a good question.

Well, we can't give up.

It'll be a major risk to stay with the plan now.

Well, we've taken bigger risks.

Haven't we?

You heard the news?

The feds nailed me at the airport when I met Valdez.

We've got to move fast.

I figured you'd say that.

- You got my money? - It's all here.

What's goin' on here?

That is a question we would all like answered.

Amigo.

Who is this guy?

My name is Carlos Rodriguez.

Sometimes I am called Lucky Charlie.

You have some explaining to do, se簽or.

Let's hear it, Charlie.

Let's start with your real name.

Are you loco? You think this clown is me?

This clown will cut the truth out of you.

Okay, okay, okay, you got me. Just no stabbing, or... or shooting,

Nothin'... Nothin' that hurts.

Boyle put you up to this, didn't he?

Boyle, are you kiddin'? He's my mark.

I just needed your cash to set him up.

If you are lying, I will see you begging for death.

It's the truth. I'm flyin' solo, honest.

We will see if this Boyle is your partner or not.

But first, you die.

You can't kill me.

Oh, really. Boyle thinks I'm the one and only original Lucky Charlie.

You show up with this Rodriguez guy alone, he'll be spooked.

You'll never get through his security. You need me to get to Boyle.

He could be right.

Want me to get out to the track with the riding crop?

- Just in case? - Yeah.

I'll call you from the bookie joint, if it's okay.

On my way.

Tie his hands. We take him with us.

You guys are gonna come out of this millionaires. There's no harm done.

Okay, okay, okay.

Get in the car.

Remember, this one is for the money.

And the confession.

Right.

Just give the signal as soon as you've confirmed all the serial numbers.

So the bet goes in

just before the cutoff.

That way the odds don't get all screwed up.

It sounds very good. If it is for real.

It is, believe me. With your $1.5 million, you'll make a killing.

So to speak.

Mr. Boyle's expecting us.

Go right on down, gents.

This is it.

Listen, just sit tight. Everything is completely under control.

Henderson, what is this? What is goin' on?

That's what we came here to find out.

Who's this?

I am Lucky Charlie.

The real Lucky Charlie.

Well, then, who is he?

An excellent question.

As I was explaining to these gentlemen...

He claims he'd been connin' all of us to snatch Charlie's money.

Well, can't blame a guy for tryin'.

That hurt.

Take this garbage over there.

I will deal with him later.

You come in here less than an hour before post time,

and expect me to swallow a switch like this?

I have no time for your games.

Get out of here.

And take your dirty money with you.

Un momento, Se簽or Boyle.

It's true, you can really take a bet of this size?

I can cover your action, sir.

The question is, why should I?

A better question is,

why walk away from your percentage of over $9 million?

Well...

Let's just count it first.

No hay problema. Be my guest, se簽or.

Jerry,

Count this.

Yes. We've got him.

$75,000 spread feature.

Good field of sprinters at three quarters of a mile,

Post time is just seconds away...

And they'll be ready for a start, any second now.

Last chance to place your wagers for Lansdown Park feature race...

This place is almost too perfect.

Relax, Charlie, relax.

In the last 24 hours, I have been chased, shot, and impersonated.

I'm in no mood to relax.

Just a length and a half back,

the Yellow Angel in third

and they're flying on the front end,

racing by the first quarter in 21 and three-fifth seconds.

It's Jack's Fortune on top, by a length.

Snow Miss is in 2nd.

Now coming right back on the rail,

Jack's Fortune leads by just a neck.

Snow Miss is right on the inside in 2nd,

and those two have opened up a 5-length gap

on Yellow Angel running in 3rd.

This race

is coming from Lansdown Park in Florida?

That's right.

It's our live satellite feed,

direct from Miami.

Pretty nifty, huh?

I live in Miami.

I have a box at Lansdown Park.

I saw this race last week!

What?

Well, I don't understand that.

Uh, maybe our satellite is pickin' up the wrong feed.

Oh. Or maybe you have picked the wrong man to cheat.

What is this?

You walked me right into a trap.

You mean this is all a set-up?

It's the Larson girl.

She's supposed to be at the track.

What kind of a stunt is this?

You, get over here right now.

Okay. Don't shoot.

Who is the girl?

She's supposed to be riding my horse.

- Don't, please. - Henderson, let her go.

No!

Oh!

You... You killed him.

You dragged me right into a trap.

I didn't know. She set it all up.

You killed my father.

I hire you to clean my money, to take the heat off me.

Now you are killing people. What are you doing to me?

I had to kill her old man.

He was gonna go to the police.

Well, that should do it.

You bet.

You get that, Steve?

Got it.

Who's that? Got what?

Your confession. To the murder of Kyle Larson.

Think of it as a surprise party.

And you're the guest of honor.

I shot you. You were dead.

Premature assumption on your part.

You were shootin' blanks, Henderson.

I switched guns when you handed it to me back at the farm.

And the real Lucky Charlie was arrested

one hour after that shootout last night.

But we kept that story off the news.

Your pal Underwood is already in custody.

You can't pin a thing on me.

No?

Try extortion, kidnapping, money laundering,

possession of stolen property.

And the murder of my father.

Roll it, Steve.

I hire you to clean my money,

to take the heat off me.

Now you are killing people. What are you doing to me?

I had to kill her old man.

He was gonna go to the police.

I know my rights. I want my lawyer.

Well, great job, everybody. Congratulations!

Thank you.

Thank you all so much.

As my good friend Lucky Charlie would say...

No hay problema.