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Six King 14 to
surveillance units.

Possible suspect
vehicle approaching.

Red convertible, late model,

California plates.

Looks like a customer.

Six King 14, we have
a female Caucasian,

blonde, early 20s,
approaching the rock house.

Looks like Beverly
Hills material to me.

Knows where to shop.

She's making the buy.

The buy?

Uh, it's cop talk.

So Captain, when are
we gonna make the bust?

When Murphy says.

Murphy?

The head narc.

Yeah, I know.

The one who hates
our modern technology.

Well, let's put it this way.

Murphy was happy with the tank.

Six King 14 to
surveillance units.

Suspect has made the
buy and is leaving the area.

Six Adam 12, pick 'em
off north of Gramercy.

We're moving in.

12, Roger.

Okay, Captain,
let's have MacGyver

and his Phoenix
fixer front and center.

See ya.

He's coming, and listen,

just give the new
technology a fair shot.

It's all yours, MacGyver.

All set.

Go.

This is the police!

We have probable cause

to believe that narcotics are

being sold. Open the door!

Three down, one to go.

Come on, come on!

Nothing. It's dead.

Shoot. Now what?

Muscle.

I got that.

Come on. Get it done.

Get it done!

All right,

I've got one going for the john.

Grab him!

I'm trying!

He's gonna flush the dope!

I got 12 kids, Mister.

I'm going home tonight.

What about you?

You all right?

I'm fine.

Open up! Come on.

Open this door, or I bust it.

Open up, now!

Or I'll blow my way in!

Hold it!

Get off of me.

Turn around, and
assume the position.

It's too late.

MAN: Not to worry.

Somebody give me a hand here.

What?

Give me a hand.

Move the toilet.

Murphy had it covered.

I'll say.

Eh.

Perfect casting, too.

Where's Murphy?

Cooper, behind you!

Suspect going for the kitchen!

Hold it!

Go prone, Tyrone!

I said, down!

Don't shoot!

Way to go, Murphy.

What happened here, Lieutenant?

MacGyver's new technology
just cost us 32 seconds.

I want my tank back.

MacGYVER: It was public
uproar over that tank that got

this project going
in the first place.

That's a brass
problem, not mine.

No, it's our problem, Murphy.

The contract your department has

with the Phoenix Foundation
is a five-year marriage.

Lab work, forensic studies,

behavioral science,
suspect profiles,

DNA, identification...

New technology!

Yeah, so what's the gripe?

You've got some of the best
scientific support available

to any police
department in the country.

I'll send a thank you
note to the mayor.

See if you can find me something
of Mel Gibson half naked,

will you, Wyatt?

He's, uh, really not

my type, ma'am.

Wyatt's a dinosaur, Lieutenant.

I liked yours better.

What's that?

I said I'd like to get
the device working.

Now, why don't you
give me another shot.

Then I'll get out of your hair.

Listen to me, McGreever...

It's MacGyver.

Whatever.

You just don't get it.

What we are doing
here is police work.

Now sometimes the
public, civilians like yourself,

just don't understand
what it takes

to get the job done.

We don't, huh?

No, you don't.

Now, I've heard you
hate guns, abhor violence,

and I'm sure my tank
is very chilling to your...

sense of justice and fair play,

but we do live in
the real world here.

Guns and tanks

and nasty crooks are all
just a part of the big picture.

Well, I guess you
got it all figured out.

Now you got it.

Thanks for coming in, MacGyver.

So, what now?

Back to your, uh, test tubes

or whatever you guys do?

No, Wyatt.

You heard the lady.

The job's got to be done.

I guess I'm just gonna
have to do it without her.

See you around.

Don't be frightened.

Take one breath at a time.

Relax, Eric.

Relax.

Just take it easy now.

That's it.

Now you've nothing
to worry about, Eric.

Just don't panic.

Do you hear me?

Sh-She'll be there?

You're sure?

I've studied them, Eric.

She'll come.

She will be your messenger.

I promise you an
absolute breakthrough.

You will conquer time...

and death.

You'll be free of guilt forever.

In Valhalla.

I promise you that.

Now... lie down.

Nurse!

Nurse!

Something's wrong
with Mr. Cross.

Shallow respiration.

Clammy skin.

He's going into a tachycardia.

Could be having a heart attack.

Get the gurney.

Get the on-call doctor.

I'll start an IV.

Security, Code Red.

East wing treatment room.

Security, Code Red.

East wing treatment room.

So, what do you think?

What do I think?

I think we're not too popular
around here is what I think.

As soon as I got
this thing working,

I'm out of here.

All right.

Watch your eyes.

Could be a while, couldn't it?

Ow! No!

Actually, I'm kind of
enjoying it all myself.

Thanks a lot, Pete, thanks.

Oh, not that, not your foot.

This.

Hanging out here.

Getting in on some
real police work.

I like that.

Reminds me of my
old days in Intelligence.

Yes, sir, landing this

contract for the Foundation
is the best thing I've done

in a long time.

That Phoenix contract is
about to get its first real workout.

We've got a serial
killer on the loose.

And you're a part
of the task force.

Hey, wait a minute, girl.

I been calling all
over the place for you.

I had to stop by the DA's
office. Why? What's up?

Captain's put together a
task force, and we're on it.

Briefing's just getting started.

Task force? For what?

Something to do
with a serial killer.

You okay?

Yeah. Fine.

Eric Cross, known
as the Street Stalker.

His specialty was women
who met his definition of "loose."

He watched them,
found the right moment,

turned on his
considerable charm,

and then cut their throats.

Last night, he used some
kind of drug to simulate

a heart attack, then
killed a male nurse

and made his escape

from the security wing
at the state hospital.

Any estimate on how soon
he's going to get the urge again?

A good question.

First, Mr. Thornton has a
general rundown for you

on serial killers.

Then we'll get
down to specifics.

Good morning.

What about this Eric Cross?

Can we get on with it?!

We all know
about serial killers.

Some of us don't, Lieutenant.

Sorry.

I just wanted to give a
few general characteristics

so that we would
all have a handle on

what you are going
to be up against.

There is one significant
factor we noticed about Cross.

About two months ago, his
behavior pattern changed.

He settled down. His
suicide attempts stopped.

He took up reading.

It seemed that he mellowed out.

Calm before the storm?

Yeah. Well, we all know
what happened, don't we?

The Phoenix Report
says the odds are 80-20...

this lady will be
his first victim.

Candy Farrell was
Cross' last victim.

Luckily, she
survived, and testified,

but that got him locked
up for pretrial evaluation.

So...

I think there are
very good reasons

to expect that he's
going to go after her.

Okay, here's where
we go with this.

I want a 90% commitment
from each table to the task force.

Homicide,

you'll coordinate and
run the interrogations.

Burglary, auto.

Cross will need a car.

Track every
possible GTA citywide

for the past 24 hours.

Robbery,

he could be looking for a job...

Used car salesman,
retail clothing, bartending.

Cover it all.

Vice and Narcotics...

Lieutenant Murphy?

Lieutenant Murphy,
are you with us?

Yes, sir.

You and your squad
will have the girl.

What?

She's a prostitute.

Your people know
the streets best.

As of this moment, we
don't know where she is.

I'm not sure we
should be doing this.

Uh... Vice-Narcotic workload...

I don't remember saying
this was a democracy.

Team leaders will coordinate

with Pete Thornton for
any lab and computer work.

He'll see it gets done.

Any questions?

All right...

find him.

Captain, I asked out of
Homicide for a reason.

You know that.

I have no choice, Murphy,

and neither do you.

Look. I'm sorry.

I'm going back to the Foundation

to set up the field lab teams.

You want to cover the hospital?

What's that?

The forensic shakedown
on the Eric Cross cell.

I mean, where did he get
the digitalis or the atropine

or whatever drug it was that
got his heart going so fast?

I mean, that's our
job. Remember?

MacGyver?

Yeah. I got it covered, Pete.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I'm looking for an
old friend of mine.

I'm told she used to
work here. Candy Farrell.

Candy Farrell. Yeah.

Used to work the strip booth,

but it's been well
over a year ago.

She ever come around?

Stops in now and
again to say hi.

Last time maybe
three, four weeks ago.

You got a number on
her? Maybe an address?

Nah. Candy's always on the move.

Crash in one of the
strip motels, most likely.

Too bad. We were
neighbors when we were kids.

I really wanted to see her.
Run by some of the good times.

Look, why don't you, uh...
leave me your name and number?

She checks in,

I'll help you two connect.

That would be great.

Thanks a lot.

Hey, no problem.

Police.

That sicko gave you the number

of some Dial-a-Dream
heavy-breathing number.

Cost five bucks
to make the call.

Guy's a real
sweetheart, isn't he?

I want you to do something
for us, Mr. Fontaine.

I want you to use your contacts,

get on the phone, and
help us find Candy Farrell.

Can you do that?

And, after you get it approved,

you send this one to
the section supervisor,

and, uh... this copy
to Central Records.

Central Records. Got it.

MacGyver.

Hello.

Phoenix Foundation.

Yeah, right. We've
been expecting you.

Uh... Mr. Davis? It's a
lawyer named Lawson.

He says he represents
one of the patients.

Yeah. Dr. Zito. Put him on hold.

Log it on the clipboard there.

I'll give him the phone.

Lawyers. It's always something.

His cell is in here.

Do what you got to do,

but don't get too close
to the patients, huh?

No problem.

That's it there.

Having a good day,
are we, Charles?

Your lawyer's on the line.

And you can tell him
he's abusing the privilege.

Oh, I'll let you tell
him that, Charles.

But I suspect he'll
give you an education

on the difference between a
patient's privileges and his rights.

Yeah, right.

Don't be all day.

This is Dr. Zito.

Oh, yes, Mr. Lawson.

How are things with you?

It worked... Just
as you said it would.

Have you spoken to the
arcade manager, then?

Yes. The police are
all over the place.

Good.

As expected, Eric.

You know how the
police operate so well.

It's uncanny.

I've studied their methods.

The division of work
for their feeble task force

was totally predictable.

It is the Narcotics squad

looking for your
Candy Farrell, isn't it?

It's them, all right.

And the officer in
charge... She's with them?

Lieutenant Murphy. Yes.

She looks just like the picture
you showed me in the newspaper.

Excellent.

That factor was
only 70% predictable.

We're right on schedule.

What about the timer?

The phosphorus.

You will find it in the
warehouse with the other items.

Yes, sir.

Eric, remember all
that we talked about.

Your place in Valhalla is ready,

but you must arrive
before midnight

or you'll be refused entry.

Odin will not wait for you.

Don't be afraid.

I won't be afraid.

I'll go to sleep.

I'll be sure to be on time.

I promise.

You're doing a fine job.

You've been my guidance, Doctor.

My Valkyrie.

And you will find your reward.

You're going to kill
Lieutenant Murphy

in a very special way.

Thank you, Mr. Lawson.

And have a nice day.

These sketches...
Eric Cross' work?

Yeah. Some talent, huh?

Two months ago,
he was a wild man.

And, before you know it,

he settles down
and goes artsy on us.

Then the escape.

He killed Sam.

And, from there on, it
was a walk in the park

to get out of the building.

The barrister

sends his regards, Charles.

And his sympathy for Sam.

Oh, don't take it so
personally, Charles.

These things happen.

I think you'll find Mr. Cross

to have anticipated
most everything.

That so?

He's quite an
unusual man, you see.

It will be very
difficult to stop him.

To solve his deadly
riddle, so to speak.

His cunning is so complex

you'll have to be
intellectually superior,

exceptionally
persistent, and possess

an abundance of ingenuity

to even get close to him.

Are you all of these
things, Mr. MacGyver?

Yes. I know your name.

Does that frighten you?

Should it?

Nice meeting you, Mr. MacGyver.

You okay?

Oh, yeah.

It's just that one guy in there

could put frost on a sunny day.

Dr. Zito. Yeah.

A real game player.

He wears the mask very well.

The what?

The mask of sanity.

PhD in genetics, favorite
son of the DNA set,

Mr. Respectability...

While he murdered nine people.

Uh... he... he knew my name.

Psychic?

Zito would like
you to believe that,

but we've been expecting you.

Walls have ears.

Ah. Good.

What's that you have there?

Uh... it's just a hunch.

Listen, would you mind
checking with Maintenance,

see who may have had a
clogged drain or stopped-up toilet

in there the last
week or so? Sure.

And the library. I want
to see all the books

that have been checked out
of there, same period of time.

Just have them sent over
to the Police Department.

You got it.

Thank you.

Uh, uh, Lieutenant?

Ma'am?

It's Murphy. Okay?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry about the way
I sounded off yesterday.

Hey, I understand.

32 seconds is a lot
to lose out of any day.

How's it going finding the girl?

No luck yet.

How about Cross?

We're not working
that end of it.

See you around.

Yeah.

Sweetheart, Paulie
can take care of himself.

He's 14 years old,
for Pete's sake.

12. Right.

Angie, honey, I do care.

Of course I want to
keep track of my own kids.

It's been a crazy week is all.

I've got a lot on
my mind, all right?

Yes, yes, I'll make a
list of their birthdays

and I'll put it in my
wallet, I promise.

No, I told you, all
days off are canceled

till this task force
is wrapped up.

Well, what do you
think, I run this place?

I'm a peon.

You tell the captain.

Angie? Honey?

I should've never
left the seminary.

I'd have been a priest by now.

Celibate, the whole
thing, you know?

Zito.

What's that?

Oh, library books
from the state hospital.

This one was checked out

to one of the
inmates, a Dr. Zito.

Kind of connects

to a piece of plastic I
found in Eric Cross's cell.

Zito.

Yeah, I remember that case.

Nine victims.

Some people say he manipulated
his way into the funny farm

to stay off of death row.

There's Zito again
with a clogged toilet.

You're not into some kind

of detective work here,
are you, MacGyver?

Only enough to
believe that Dr. Zito

had something to do
with Cross's escape.

Oh, no, both those
guys were loners.

They're unconnected.

Now, why would Zito want to
help somebody else break out?

Good question. Maybe somebody
in Homicide has an answer.

I think you could
find a better answer

from somebody who
used to work in Homicide.

Someone who
knows how Zito thinks.

Lieutenant Murphy.

She's the one who
brought him down.

Well, that's quite a
piece of detective work

For a civilian? For a civilian.

Captain Walker will know who
to assign this to in Homicide.

Well, actually,
Sweeney said that

you know how this
guy thinks and...

Sweeney's wrong.

We're a functional
organization, MacGyver.

I'm out of Homicide now.

But we are on the
same task force.

And you're starting
to cross the line!

Take it to the captain,
MacGyver. I'm busy.

I don't understand.

That's right. You don't.

Look, just because
I'm not one of those

blessed with a badge around here

doesn't mean a new idea won't
help get a killer off the street.

Will you drop it, MacGyver?
No, I won't drop it.

Think about it.

You know this guy.

You investigated his
crimes. You interviewed him.

You got inside
his head. Stop it!

That's exactly what
we've got to do now...

Stop it!

Murphy?

I know how the man thinks.

I studied his crime scenes the
way others look at a painting.

I am totally familiar
with the artist's work.

I saw his cellar.

I saw what he did
to those people.

I got inside the artist's head.

And when it was over, I
spent three months in therapy.

I couldn't even read about
him in the newspaper.

Can you understand that?

If I...

deal with it anymore...

if I even look at Zito...

I'll lose my mind.

I'm sorry.

Detectives.

This is Fontaine. Is
Lieutenant Murphy there?

Yeah. Hang on.

Lieutenant, it's for you.

It's that, uh, arcade
manager, Fontaine.

Lieutenant Murphy.

I think I found her,
Lieutenant, Candy Farrell?

Where?

One of my girls who works here
said she's making a porno film

at a warehouse on Industrial.

214 West.

Thank you,
Mr. Fontaine. We're on it.

Perfect.

Back again, Mr. MacGyver?

You're good.

Yes, I know.

Still trying to solve
Eric's deadly riddle?

Oh, I've worked a
couple of things out.

So...

tell me.

The heart attack, for one.

See, if you tear a piece
of plastic off the flap

of one of these books...

and you fold it up,

work it around a little bit...

like this.

Keeps its form.

You got a nice little
cup to drink from.

Fascinating.

But where does the
heart attack come in?

Let's speculate.

Let's say someone
expert in chemistry

and physiology

got his hands on
just the right chemical.

Something with a
strong alkaline base.

Like the industrial cleaner
they use to unclog a drain,

right here in the
hospital, for example.

Yes.

Let's do speculate.

Well, it's dangerous...

but if this expert diluted
the stuff perfectly...

he might be able to make himself

a nonfatal,

alkaline cocktail.

And whoever drank it

would suffer a condition
known as alkalosis.

Which promotes clammy
skin, shallow respiration,

and rapid heart palpitations.

Excellent.

But how in the world
could this man of science

possibly pass this
alkaline cocktail

from one cell to another?

My, my, my, my, my.

It's all so brilliant, isn't it?

Thought you might say that.

The book, the chemicals,

the means of transport,

they all connect to
your cell, Dr. Zito.

You helped Eric Cross escape.

So, now what?

Are you gonna have them
take away my library card?

Six King 20, show us
code six at 214 Industrial.

Six King 20, Roger.

Six Zebra 4 and 5,
fire department needs

traffic control at
Lankershim and Magnolia.

Lights down.

Well, Candy Farrell,

how's the motion
picture business?

Come on, Father Sweeney.

Weird. Really weird.

Must be shooting
the bedroom scene.

And this must be

their "Do Not Disturb" sign.

Stand back, Murphy.

Hmm,

looks like nobody's home.

You are the chosen
one, Lieutenant Murphy.

You're very lucky.

See, the question is, why
would you help someone escape?

I could have dozens of reasons.

Humanity, for one.

Didn't you think of that?

Humanity? No, I don't
think that's the reason.

Oh. What makes you so sure?

I've seen your file.

You are a self-centered,
egotistical psychopath

who has to have
control of everything.

Mm.

Aren't we perceptive.

Now, with that in mind,
why don't you just tell me

how to solve this
so-called deadly riddle?

Why ask me?

Because you hold all the cards.

The stakes in a game of
this nature are very high.

You see,

time is running out.

By midnight,

the riddle will
have solved itself.

But I do enjoy a good
card game, Mr. MacGyver.

Now we're sure of our privacy.

♪ ♪

Not yet.

It's too early.

I looked at Cross' file.

Says his behavior changed
in the last couple of months.

You have something
to do with that?

Well, you could
say I counseled him.

Oh, yeah?

It says he took up
reading and art work.

So far all I can see
that he's read or drawn

is something to do
with Viking history.

I suppose the man had
a quest to understand

his ancestral roots.

Religious practices,

funerary rites, a
sacrifice to Odin.

This guy's obsessed
with Viking burial stuff.

I'd like to continue this...

but I'm bored.

The game's over, Mr. MacGyver.

There we are.

I'll be getting sleepy soon.

It's almost time.

You were reading
Jung earlier today.

Man and His Symbols.

You into dream
analysis, Dr. Zito?

I said the game was over.

You know, you really didn't
help Eric Cross get rid of his guilt.

You just showed him
a way to get rid of it.

Is there a difference?

One is now; the other is later.

In the afterlife, maybe?

Valhalla?

My, my, my, my, my.

We may be on to something.

You know, you load
up a guy like Cross

with a bunch of mumbo-jumbo,

you can turn him into just
about anything you need.

I've no idea what
you're talking about.

Sacrifice to Odin, the
Viking god of death?

"He grants victory to one
man, but summons another

"from the battlefield
to the other world.

"The power of fire
takes him to Valhalla,

and his soul is
cleansed of guilt."

Bravo.

So now you know that
Mr. Cross is seeking

a peaceful and
fulfilled afterlife.

So how could that
possibly serve my needs?

To get there, a handmaiden
has to be sacrificed

along with him...
according to the book.

You're a fast reader.

"Strongest of all in this rite
is the figure of the old hag,

"called the Angel of Death.

"Her title is that
of Valkyrie...

Chooser of the Slain."

Fascinating.

So what does that tell you?

The riddle is your plan.

The Valkyrie in this sketch

is male, not female.

You've chosen his sacrifice.

And the sacrificial victim
isn't just a handmaiden.

She's wearing a chieftain's
helmet and holding a shield.

She's someone special.

Someone in authority.

Murphy.

You're after Murphy!

Time's up.

Where's Cross?!

Good night, Mr. MacGyver.

Why didn't I see it?

Murphy locked him up.
His ego couldn't take it.

Not here. She and
Sweeney are out

chasing a lead on Candy Farrell.

All right, listen to me.
Murphy's being set up.

Cross is after her.
Where'd they go?

They're code 6
at 214 Industrial.

What's code 6?

It means they're out

of their car for investigation.

All right, I'm ten minutes away.

Meet me there, code quick.

And bring the fire
department with you.

Where's Murphy?

MacGYVER: Inside, I hope.

I think Cross is with her.

They're both going up
in smoke at midnight.

That's five minutes!
Let's get in there!

Not yet.

There's some kind of gas
hissing behind this door.

What are you doing?

The principle is
called optical density.

Huh?

This motor oil has
a refractive index.

It gives the frosted surface

of the window a
temporary polish.

Like that.

That's propane.

Matches.

This guy set up some
kind of booby trap.

Open the door, the whole
building goes sky-high.

Man, who is this guy?

MacGYVER: He
thinks he's some kind

of Viking prince
en route to Valhalla.

Murphy

and the bonfire are
his ticket out of here.

What are you doing?

MacGYVER: Soaking
the match heads

so hopefully they don't spark

when we open the door.

That should do it.

All right, tell me it's safe.

Stand back, just in case.

Whoa!

Leave the door open.

Let it air out.

God. Oh, no, it's Sweeney!

Solid steel.

Wyatt!

My cutters... they're
in the jeep. Get 'em!

Those things don't work.

I fixed 'em.

Get your equipment set up.

We've got a wild man inside.
He might need watering down.

Come on. Hurry up!

This gizmo better work
this time, MacGyver.

Here we go.

Let's do it.

Get your equipment

up here, pronto!

I'll give you a hand.

Get the water over there.

Grab those extinguishers.

We need two of them.

Come on, Ed. Come
on. Here we go.

You okay?

Talk about being just in time.

Oh, nonsense.

We had a good 32
seconds to spare.

Your deal, Dr. Zito.

The smell of victory,
Mr. MacGyver?

Something like that.

Lieutenant Murphy.

How's she...

holding together?

Why don't we ask her?

Murphy's gonna be fine...

Dr. Zito.