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Hello, Lobo.

Let me guess.

You boys are on a crack bust,
and you can't stop to talk.

Right?

Thanks for bailing
me out, MacGyver.

You violated
your probation, Lobo.

You promised the judge

you'd keep your art
on the canvas!

That wasn't art,
it was a message.

Hey, what was
I supposed to do?

Stand around and wait for the
man to evict my grandmother?

He did it anyway.
Right after you left.

Come on, I borrowed a truck.

We can move
her stuff to my place.

Hold it, Kasanti.

I thought there were
no legal encumbrances

holding up the sale
of this building.

I paid you a fortune
for this slum.

Now my lawyers tell me I can't
take title and start demolition

because a Gloria Diaz

is contesting
your eviction notice.

Was contesting
the eviction notice.

The judge threw her case out
this morning

because her lawyers couldn't come
up with the so-called evidence.

Come here.

Take a look.

Please, put the table
over there by the boxes

and be careful
you do not bang the legs.

Easy! That's
my wedding day china.

I lived my married life

and raised five children
in this building.

They might as well
cut my heart out.

We'll get your things
in the truck, Grandma.

I never had trouble
with the old landlord.

He was no angel.

But he treated us
like human beings.

Not like Kasanti.

Kasanti has no heart.

Trust me. She's history.

You better be right.

I'm not about to delay

a $200 million
urban renewal project

because you couldn't handle
one little old lady.

The quilt, Antonio.
Put the quilt over that rocking chair.

Mrs. Diaz, you don't have
to worry about your stuff.

We'll take care of it
just fine.

Thank you, MacGyver.

I only know you a little while,

but you are like family.

Hey, how about that,
MacGyver?

We're related.

Great.

My lawyers.

Oh, Gloria, I'm sorry.
I'm so very sorry.

That's what happens
when you don't pay the rent.

I don't have to pay the rent!

Not until your boss
fixes up this place

like the law says, Stroud!

You had your day in court.

I thought you two weren't gonna
let them evict my grandmother.

Lobo, all the evidence
we had against Kasanti

was stolen from our office
last night.

The photographs, the documentation,
the affidavits, everything.

There was no way we could stop them
from getting an eviction notice.

So much for the law,
eh, MacGyver?

This is Mr. MacGyver,

Antonio's savior last August,

when the police caught him
redecorating the freeway overpass.

Ah, the man who recognized
his talent

and gave him
his own art studio.

Actually, it's just
a corner in my garage.

Helen Dempsey
and Rose Magruta.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Uh, this evidence
that was stolen, uh,

what was it all about?

Proof that this building
was a fire trap.

And proof that
the plumbing didn't work.

Not to mention evidence

that three families were living
in one little apartment.

And the fact that Kasanti lied

when he said this place met
the city building regulations.

Kasanti.

That's the guy
you were advertising, right?

Yeah.

My grandma told him to stuff it when
he came around for this month's rent.

It was their legal strategy.

We thought we finally
had a case against him.

It's not your fault, Rose.

Uh, ladies,

what if I could get
this evidence back?

- We'd go to court in a flash.
- Oh.

Okay.

Um, you're gonna need a camera.

My grandson is having
his sixth birthday today,

but, uh, snapshots can wait.

Could you ladies give
my grandma a ride to my place?

Oh, of course.

Okay.

Well, let's get moving.

I know, darling...
There are things to do.

Everything is gonna be fine.

I think this young fellow
can help us.

You need to relax. We'll make
you a nice cup of tea.

This is where
I grew up, MacGyver.

My mama was a hair stylist.

Her dream was to move
to a house of our own.

Problem is, she died a year
later when I was three.

Goodbye, dream.

Oh, what about your dad?

Just a name on a wall.

The Vietnam Memorial.

Yeah. My grandma made this place
a home in spite of Kasanti.

She was the only
tenant left, right?

Everybody else gave up
and moved out.

Here, check this out.

This was my room
till last year.

I decided I was independent enough
to find my own level of poverty.

Thank you very much.

Yeah, welcome to Club Dread.

Southern exposure overlooking

an airshaft full of garbage,

hot and cold running rats.

No heat in winter.

Who could ask
for anything more?

"Vegetables suck"?

Pretty nice, huh?

Oh, yeah.

That's when I knew
art was my life.

I was seven.

Well, you like expressing
yourself so much,

grab something to write with
and take some notes.

Oh! Gee!

I think we got a problem.

Yeah? What's that?

That guy, MacGyver?
Helped move the old lady out?

He's in there snooping around
with the kid taking pictures.

Mmm. Not for long.

Smoke alarm's
not even connected.

Figures.

Hey, you two!

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

This is private property.

And you're in luck, MacGyver.
It's Kasanti, the blood-sucker himself.

Yeah, well, you guys
are trespassing. Out!

Out, before I call the cops.

Well, you do
what you got to do.

I'm not quite
finished here yet.

What's that supposed to mean?

That means this place
is a deathtrap,

and I'm gonna prove it.

Yeah. I got a city inspection
report that says otherwise.

All right.
We'll sort it out in court.

Fine, we will. Fine. Clear.

Look at them.
Ain't they something?

On a rainy day, I'd hold
the cockroach Olympics.

Fastest cockroach got to live.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Hey, I'm writing. I'm writing.

Uh-oh, MacGyver, I don't think
Kasanti called the cops.

It's that idiot, Stroud,
the building manager.

Hey, guys.
We got a problem here?

No problem. Just a warning.

We don't like strangers.

Ain't gonna
get away with it, man.

Hey, pal, you're trespassin'.

We're just here
defendin' ourselves.

Hey, Lobo,

is there another way
out of here?

Yeah, straight up.

Great.

Gentlemen, uh, what do you say
we just leave peacefully?

It's too late.

Over there,
there's a fire escape.

Lobo,

we got to jump.

What, are you kidding?

Nope.

Stop 'em!

Go after 'em!

This way!

Keep going. Follow me.

Grab that pipe.

Oh, Mrs. Magruta,
I don't know what to do.

Kim Soo, your ex-husband

cannot come and take
your children away.

Now, I promise.

Here, drink some tea.

Yo, Helen, got the evidence.

Oh, thank God you're okay.

Gloria just called and said you
two guys are lucky to be alive.

Well, uh, can I get you
some tea? Cookies.

Rose, they're not
your grandchildren.

Everything you need
should be right in there.

Way to go.

Man, Kasanti's gonna wish
he never laid eyes on us.

You think Kasanti
was behind the attack?

Oh, it had to be him.
He owns Stroud.

Perhaps we can explain.

Hamilton Plaza.

Is an urban
redevelopment project.

If it gets city council
approval,

it's gonna drive downtown
real estate values sky high.

And let Kasanti
sell his buildings

for a huge profit, right?

To Lawton Enterprises.

Andrew Lawton's company?

That's right.
He's the prime contractor.

If you ask me,

he and Kasanti are
two of a kind.

Anything for a buck.

Have you talked to Lawton?

Huh, tried to. We couldn't get
an appointment.

Oh, nobody can
get in to see him.

Phoenix Foundation?
Send him right in.

Normally I don't take
unscheduled meetings,

but you mentioned
the magic word.

Phoenix.

Lawton Enterprises built
your facility, Mr. MacGyver.

Beauty, grace,
internal efficiency,

minimal ecological impact.

I wish I could be so fortunate
with our next project.

Hamilton Plaza. Yeah, I know.

That's why I'm here.

Oh? Is there
some kind of problem?

Well, the problem,
Mr. Lawton, is urban renewal

at the expense of innocent
people losing their homes.

You mean losing their sub-standard,
vermin-infested apartments

no human being
should have to live in.

Because slum lords don't
keep them up to code.

All the more reason
for them to move out.

Mr. Lawton,

I came here to make
sure you were aware

of some of the tactics landlords
are using to get people to move out.

That's none of my concern.

It should be.

Look, MacGyver,

there are gonna be
a few dislocation problems.

But Hamilton Plaza means jobs,

a better quality of life,
a tax base on which to build schools.

It also means a lot of poor
people are gonna suffer

while you make slumlords like
Victor Kasanti rich overnight.

Kasanti?

You know him?

Yeah. He ran a friend of mine
out of one of his buildings.

Well, I'm sorry.

But as long as
his evictions are legal,

I have no quarrel with the man.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to prepare for
tomorrow's press conference.

Mr. Lawton,

your new complex here is
gonna look awfully funny

with a tenement stuck
in the middle of it.

Are you threatening me?

No, sir, I'm not.

I came here to appeal
to your sense of justice.

Obviously, you don't have one.

So, I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to help fight this eviction

no matter how long it ties up
Mr. Kasanti's property.

Get Kasanti on the phone.

Now.

How'd it go with Uptown Lawton?

Not like I expected.

Getting a rich education,
ain't you, man?

Take a look at this.

Four of Kasanti's tenements,

four different inspectors.

That's weird.

Well, they can't
all be on the take.

What mushroom have you
been living under?

Here you go. Just pay
the cashier down the hall.

Ah, thank you.

Excuse me.

Uh, just a minute.

Yes?

Yeah, I'd like to speak
to an Inspector Miller.

So would I. He left
with my favorite stapler.

LOBO: - Left?
- Fired.

Uh, what about an
Inspector Gladston?

Fired.

Inspector Pelham?

Took a job in private industry.

I don't suppose Dale Winslow
is around, is he?

Retired.

Well, it was fun
looking for parking space.

Now, wait a minute.
Excuse me.

Would you happen to know
when these guys left?

The dates?

June 6, 1988,

April 23, 1989,

March 12, 1990

and October 2, 1990.

Gentlemen, perhaps I could
be of some help.

I'm Clinton Ferris.
I'm the Director of Building and Safety.

Lobo. MacGyver.

A couple of confused dudes.

Yeah, we're working on
a legal matter for someone.

Uh-huh. And?

Well, these inspection reports
don't click, man.

Yeah, according to the dates the
inspectors signed them months,

sometimes years,
after they had left the job.

- May I look at them?
- Sure.

Please, why don't you step
into my office over here?

Thanks.

Whoa, check this out.

Doggie heaven.

Put it down.

It's kind of a hobby of mine.

Yeah?

This you?

Yeah, with Lord Jim.

Talk about a high point
in one's life.

Carriage, conformation, stance.

Lord Jim had it all.

And then there's
this kind of thing.

Goodness knows I try
to sort out the bad apples.

What do you mean?

I mean that
these are forgeries.

It's an old scam, Mr. MacGyver.

Slumlord bribes
the building inspector,

the inspector signs the name
of another inspector

who's no longer answerable
for his actions.

Slumlords like Kasanti?

Yes.

Among hundreds of others.

And believe you me, the tenants are
not the only ones they feed off of.

They feed off of poorly pay
civil servants

who have bills to pay,

kids to put through college,

men who should know better,

but can't resist
vultures like Kasanti.

Would you be willing
to testify to all this?

Absolutely.

And I promise, I will find the
men who forged these signatures,

and I will take
the appropriate action.

All right, Ferris.

You're one
happening dude, bro!

Well, thank you.

We've got some
interesting information.

We went to the tax assessor's
office, and guess what?

The tax roles show
joint ownership

of almost all of
Kasanti's tenements.

- So he has a partner.
- Mmm-hmm.

Dempsey and Magruta.

Yeah, uh,
this is Victor Kasanti.

Victor Kasanti?

Mr. MacGyver is right here.

On one.

Yeah.

Yeah, enough is enough,
MacGyver.

W-What do you say
we get together?

We resolve
this Gloria Diaz thing

and then... then we can both
get on with our lives.

What do you have in mind?

Meet me at the building
in... in an hour, okay?

You... You'll like
what I got to say.

He wants to meet me
at Gloria's building.

How can you trust that man?

Are you kidding?

He trusts everybody until
they chase him with a pipe.

All right. Come on.

Man, this place is
gettin' spooky.

What was that?

Maybe we should
get out of here.

You say you heard people
arguing?

Sure sounded like it.

How many people? Two? Three?

I don't know, man.

Did you recognize
Kasanti's voice?

Uh-uh, they were too far away.

How about a car?

Did you see any kind
of vehicle parked in front?

Nada.

You didn't see anyone?

That's all you can tell me?

Voices, then footsteps.
That was it, man.

We don't know who it was.

I do. It was Mr. Uptown,
Andrew Lawton.

Right.

Listen, we'll get back
to you guys.

Is it true, Kasanti's dead?

- Yeah, too bad, huh?
- Lobo.

Strange.

There's a certain irony

to a slum landlord having a fatal
accident in his own building.

Well, I'm not so sure
it was an accident.

Kasanti was arguing with
Moneybags Lawton when we got here.

You don't know that.

It all makes sense,
doesn't it?

Who else would
snuff out Kasanti?

Look, Kasanti was
in tight with Lawton,

and he got too greedy,
so Lawton took him out.

Now he's got it all,
my grandma's got nothing

and she's out
on the street for good.

Maybe. Maybe not.

But you have no proof,
so you better stop pointing fingers.

He's right, Antonio.

We have got to do this
the legal way.

Yeah, right.

- Your legal way got my grandma
tossed out into the street. - Hey.

No, MacGyver, admit it.

Lawton's holding a press
conference tomorrow, man.

He won, we lost.

Lobo, we can still go to court.

Listen, it's not over yet.

Yeah? Well, it is for me.
I'm out of here.

He may be right.

With Kasanti dead,

his grandmother may have
no legal recourse.

Maybe not.

Remember,

Kasanti had a partner.

All right. You keep talking.

All right. Come on.

He's out. We're not sure
what he got.

All right.

All right, all right, hold on.

Yeah, I'm comin'.
I'm comin'. I'm comin'.

It's not even noon yet.

All right.

Fine.

- Mo.
- MacGyver.

What the heck
are you doing here?

Do you know what time it is?

Hey, I'm sorry
if I woke you up.

But I need
a handwriting expert,

- and you're the best.
- Oh, yeah?

Well, the DA didn't think so
when he sent me up.

That's because you were forging
signatures instead of analyzing them.

Well, it looks like you've done pretty
good since you left the halfway house.

Well, they couldn't drag me back
to the joint with a team of horses.

You know, I sort of like having doors
that I can unlock from the inside.

You know what I mean?

Well, what have you got?

Uh, four signatures.

I want you to tell me if they're
the work of the same person.

What's it all about?

Well, if I'm right,
catching a killer.

I appreciate you joining me
this morning.

I'm proud to announce that Hamilton
Plaza is about to become a reality.

As of noon today,

Lawton Enterprises will embark
on the most ambitious

urban renewal project
in this city's history.

Yo! Beautiful people,

- it's coffee time.
- Who's that?

What the devil...

Now, what are you doing
standing around in the dark?

You are missing
one beautiful day.

Get him off there.

Am I right or am I right?

Whoa! "How fat cats get fat."

"They eat people's homes."

Hey, Lawton,

that's you!

Oh, my God,
you've got to be kidding.

What is this? Who are you?

Keep rolling. I'm ready.

No, stop. This is ludicrous.

In other news, city police
arrested 20 people...

Uh-huh.

Come here, take a look.
I want to show you somethin'.

Look at it. See the curvature
on the loops?

Which we also call the, uh,
slant and terminal strokes.

Same guy?

Same guy forged all four names.

Mmm-hmm. I'd bet my life on it.

No, make that my shirt.
I've bet my life too many times.

What about the signature
on this check endorsement?

...soaring crime rate,

which Police Chief Harold Brooks
admitted is the highest in the city.

Over 50 percent...

Yeah. Definitely, same guy.

And now, let's switch
to News Central's Cindy Clark

for a live report.

This is Cindy Clark
reporting from downtown

where a bizarre scene
is taking place.

Across the street,
a shockingly graphic billboard

which questions
the propriety...

Oh, man.

...of the newly-approved
Hamilton Plaza project.

Here, inside the offices of prime
contractor, Lawton Enterprises,

total confusion.

Please! May I have
your attention? I beg you.

With me is notorious
graffiti artist, Lobo,

who claims responsibility.

Yeah, that's right. I want the
whole world to know the truth.

And that is?

Andrew Lawton is driving
poor and innocent people

like my grandmother
from their homes.

He doesn't care if she ends up
in the gutter.

All he cares about is money.

What do you have
to say about that, Mr. Lawton?

Oops. Got to run now, folks,
but stay tuned.

I ain't finished yet.

Come here. Come here, kid!

Around that way!

Mr. Lawton, what is
your response to all this?

Well, Cindy, as you know,
I have nothing to hide.

But what you're seeing here today
is the work of a juvenile delinquent

who has nothing better to do with
his life than deface property

and crucify innocent people.

You're saying Lobo's charges
aren't true?

Friends of yours?

Yes and no.

Thanks, Mo.

Well, naturally,
there are some tenants

who for whatever reason failed
to make proper arrangements...

Anytime.

Hello.

Hey, MacGyver.

Hey, nice art show.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Listen, man,
I want to turn myself in,

but I want you to go with me.

Where are you?

I'll be at
my grandma's apartment.

There's some new evidence
you got to see, man.

Okay. You all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
Just come quick, all right?

All right.

Attaboy, Lobo.
Now you're learnin'.

Lobo?

Lobo?

Put it down.

Where's Lobo?

He's waitin' for you.

Now, move.

Sorry, MacGyver.

I didn't have a choice.

It's all right, Lobo.

At least now we know
who we're dealin' with.

Right, Ferris?

That's very good, MacGyver.

I'm impressed.

Stroud was workin'
for Ferris all along.

Yeah, I know.

Ferris was Kasanti's
secret partner.

How'd you find out?

Your endorsement on the checks
Kasanti was writing

to your shadow corporation,

Lord Jim Properties.

Tie him up.

You went 50-50 with Kasanti
years ago, didn't you, Ferris?

Man had to do something
with all the money

the landlords were paying him
to look the other way.

Well, I told you, it's very hard
living on a civil servant's salary.

And what about Kasanti?

Well, he was afraid you had
enough on him to put him in jail,

and he was willing to
hold up on the deal.

So you killed the dude?

If you can't stand the heat,
get out of the kitchen.

Know what I mean?

Get the car.

This is not your, uh,
standard demolition device,

but, uh, it's effective
nonetheless.

Let's go.

It don't look that big.

No, it's just a trigger.

If the nitrates
in that barrel go off,

the whole building will blow.

What are you doing?

These ties are made of plastic.

They've got
a low melting point.

Come on.

How much time we got?

Well, enough time to defuse it.

Yeah, well, how about a vote
I say we run like hell.

Dang.

Dang?

Hey, they're getting away!

- Here, hold that.
- What, are you kidding?

Whoa!

With me is Andrew Lawton,
the developer of Hamilton Plaza.

Mr. Lawton, are you saying
the project is on hold?

Only until the final plans
have been revised

to include brand-new housi
for current residents,

the vital need for which has been so
eloquently express by Mr. MacGyver

on behalf of Gloria Diaz.

Gloria Diaz, the proud widow

whose fight to retain
her simple home

with all its memories

touched the heart
of an entire city.

I believe you have something
to ask Mrs. Diaz?

Indeed I do.

Mrs. Diaz,

out of the ashes of this and
other buildings will soon rise

beautiful, new,
affordable housing.

And in honor of your role
in bringing this moment about,

I invite you to be the first
new tenant to move in.

Sure.

As long as you pay
for the moving men.