Original subtitles

MacGYVER: People usually go to a junkyard

looking for a bargain.

I did.

When I got my first set of wheels,

one of them was kind of flat.

I spent a lot of time at hubcap heaven

piecing together that first car.

So would anybody else looking for a real bargain.

Like a matched set of top secret

Pentagon missile launch codes.

Of course, missiles come in all kinds of sizes and shapes.

I've always been partial to round.

Stay here!

MAN: See anything?

Anything?

As long as you keep a grip on things...

Briefcase! Gone! Up there!

There he is!

Get him!

The thing about a junkyard is the treasure you find

is liable to be something another fellow lost.

And sometimes he wants it back... real bad.

Now, I've always got the start of a plan.

Of course, sometimes plans don't work out.

But you always know for sure

when they hit you right in the... face.

Go on!

( engine sound )

Now, you may find this hard to believe,

but there have been times

when I've had a lot more fun in the backseat of a car.

I think the last thing I wanted to do

before these guys left the party

was to find the nicest way I could

to lift their spirits.

Yeah! It's MacGyver.

You know that diplomatic security case

you guys put me on awhile back?

Well, I got it... and the boys who took it.

Yeah. Want to come pick 'em up?

I just did.

MacGYVER: It's my humble opinion

that old Alexander Graham Bell has a lot to answer for.

Getting away from it all gets tougher and tougher.

Not just the newspapers, the telephone

and the radio... but people.

It's hard.

Maybe impossible.

Good morning, MacGyver.

Ever been to Burma?

You'll be going deep into wild country.

There's no government, no law.

Just two kinds of people-- opium vendors

and the local people they hold as slaves.

MacGYVER: Sounds like you're sending me to a real nice neighborhood.

GENERAL: Well, it's dangerous, but important. Very.

MacGYVER: I hear it's also sweaty and hot. Very.

No place to buy a condo.

GENERAL: The cargo plane hit hard.

Pieces scattered all over the jungle.

The main thing is we lost a canister of toxin.

Enough heavy-duty poison to destroy 1,000 acres

of plant life, animals and people.

MacGYVER: And you'd kind of like to have it back.

GENERAL: Get it if you can.

Destroy it if you have to.

We'll have a pickup chopper come for you

24 hours after you drop in.

Don't be late, MacGyver...

or you won't be back.

MacGYVER: Ah, shucks.

I guess this means

I won't have time to do any shopping.

( man shouts command in foreign language )

Slavery.

It's just a word--

something out of ancient history--

until you see it.

Get a close look

at human beings treated like animals.

Oh, grandfather!

Leave him alone!

Is there trouble, sir?

You told me you could get your people to work hard,

harvest the opium.

This one can't even walk.

I'm all right.

Please.

Come, Grandfather.

I can walk.

Grandfather!

( groaning )

Oh!

I am sorry!

Keep them moving!

Hurry! Back to the village! Move!

BOY: Oh!

( whispering ): Shh! Quiet.

Quiet!

( whispering ): It's all right.

It's all right.

I'm on your side.

Just want to ask you about this red hat.

( grunting )

Come on, now.

I just helped you out of a little jam.

Is that any way to thank me?

That's gratitude.

Nice guy.

Who are you?

Name's MacGyver.

Chan. - Good to meet you.

I apologize.

No problem.

Now, you want to tell me where you got the hat?

I will show you.

Who was that guy that was chasing you?

He is Truang, General Narai's dog.

He in charge of forced labor for the poppy fields?

Yes.

And who's Narai, his boss?

They say General Narai is not human.

They say he drinks blood.

This is where I find my red hat, MacGyver.

Of course.

Poison canister's gone.

Pentagon's not going to be too happy.

( thudding )

( whimpering )

You're lucky, boy.

I don't have time to punish you now.

Did he hurt you?

Who is that?

( grunting )

I know who you are

and what you are doing here,

so do not lie.

French?

English?

( scoffs ): American.

Well, take your pick.

( grunts )

Wherever you come from,

I know what you are, narcotics agent.

A what?

Your kind have been

in our area before. I know.

GUARD: The general is coming!

( whirring )

TRUANG: Get everything ready!

The storeroom.

He will want to see the opium.

His guns-- make sure his guns are ready.

Move!

Move! Move!

♪ ♪

MacGYVER: A long time ago, my cousin Allie got a dog

from the pound-- part Airedale, part Spaniel.

Real cute... but she'd been beaten.

All that puppy knew how to do

was cower, cringe away from you, expecting to be hit.

It's a real ugly thing to see in a dog.

It's even worse in a human being.

This is something I did not expect.

Who are you?

Name's MacGyver.

And I'll just bet you're General Narai.

That was a nice landing, General.

Little flashy, but effective.

He's a narcotics agent!

I made him speak.

The poppies?

Only half the harvest is complete.

You radioed about downed American airplane...

with weapons.

MacGYVER: Bingo!

Good.

Very good.

My helicopter will become a gunship,

a powerful weapon.

Load 'em.

You wish to tell me the real reason you're here?

Tourist?

( chuckles )

I like a sense of humor.

Shows spirit.

Five days, and my caravan will come here

to pick up the opium.

Finish the harvest.

And if you're not ready...

They are slow.

Too many old men and women.

Lazy children. They are stubborn.

Headman!

Are your people slow,

stubborn?

HEADMAN: I've told them, General.

I-I've warned them you'd be angry.

I care for you.

I give you protection,

food, shelter.

But as children are responsible

to their father,

you must not disappoint me,

hurt me.

If I suffer...

you will suffer.

We will bring in the crops, I promise.

Good.

Just to remind all of you how important this is...

I will give you an example.

Stake our narcotics agent out at the head of the trail.

No food, no water.

Every morning you go to work,

every evening you come back,

you can watch him dying.

He will inspire you to work.

I will return in five days...

...and with luck,

you may live the entire five days...

...but I doubt it.

( insects buzzing )

MacGYVER: My mom used to make a great broiled chicken.

One of my favorites.

Funny. I'm starting to feel

real sympathetic towards them chickens.

I'll watch.

MacGyver, her name Lin, my sister.

Hi.

Chan has told me

how you helped him.

We're very grateful.

Well, you're very welcome.

Now, if you wanted to cut me loose,

I bet we could call it even.

I'm sorry. I can't.

If we help you escape,

Narai will kill many of our people.

MacGyver, you don't know Narai.

He has burned entire villages

and massacred many people

because they refused to harvest his opium poppies.

He is very rich and powerful.

We have no way to fight him.

I would fight.

I bet you would, champ.

CHAN: They are coming!

Lin, please, come now!

MacGYVER: Been wondering when somebody'd show up.

Getting some good rays here.

( insects buzzing )

TRUANG: You must work faster! Faster!

Work faster, Ming, you lazy boy!

We only have four days left to harvest!

( whispering ): Where did you get that?

I stole it back from guard house.

For MacGyver, or he will die out there.

Go to the narcotics agent and relieve Ho.

Be careful!

For a second, I thought you were truly stupid, boy.

Are you?

Are you a stupid boy?

( laughing )

When I was a kid,

one of the big events of the country fair

was watching a lot of optimists trying to catch a greased pig.

It was a lot of fun.

It sure keeps a crowd occupied.

( pigs squealing and people shouting )

( squealing )

( squealing )

( yelling )

Now let's try a little chain reaction action here.

Now I'll get this signal flare

tucked under the airplane tire.

It should serve nicely as a delayed fuse.

And a little air pumped into the life jacket...

The boat inflates... hopefully.

Signal flare pops, and yes...

the big bang.

No, Chan!

( gunshot )

LIN: Ming, he needs help!

( grunting )

( gunfire )

Well, I guess that's it, then.

Now you're free.

No. Truang will reach General Narai's convoy.

They will return very soon.

HEADMAN: You...

you have destroyed us all!

MacGyver, maybe you can teach us how to use these guns.

No, I don't think so.

It takes a couple of weeks or so

to train a soldier how to use a rifle.

We need no training.

We need you to leave now before it gets worse.

So, go! Just go!

Is that the way all of you feel?

MING: If we cannot find our souls,

we do not deserve our lives.

Thank you for what you have done, MacGyver.

HEADMAN: You need not thank him.

Just pray that Narai does not kill us all!

You know, I think you folks ought to decide

which way you're going to go now.

I promised a man I'd do a job for him.

That's what I got to do.

I got a chopper to meet.

HEADMAN: Everyone,

it will be all right.

When General Narai comes back, we will apologize.

We will beg him to forgive us.

PILOT: 42-23 Alpha.

Looks like MacGyver's got the goods.

Going in.

( sobbing )

MacGyver!

Easy, big guy.

I wasn't going anywhere.

I was a hunter.

I have been a farmer.

Now I'm a slave.

You are alive.

At Narai's whim.

LIN: Ming is right.

Narai controls our lives,

and everything else.

HEADMAN: This is a useless conversation.

We have no means to fight.

And your great hope,

MacGyver, has gone.

CHAN: Grandfather! Lin!

MacGyver is back!

I've finished the job I was sent here to do.

What have you all decided?

Are you going to keep peeling poppies,

or are we going to give this fashion-plate Narai

a run for his money?

( everyone talking softly )

Teach me to be a soldier, MacGyver.

HEADMAN: You are fools!

All of you!

You will suffer!

Narai will kill you!

MacGYVER: Listen, folks,

I don't think we have much more than a few hours

before old Truang spreads the good news.

You said we cannot learn to shoot in time.

How do we fight?

Oh, I've got a couple ideas.

MING: A little higher.

That's good.

That is to be seen.

Excellent.

Yes, yes, yes, here,

take this up to the ridge.

Signal us as soon as you see the convoy.

MING: It is Narai!

He's checking us out.

Heading north.

Yes, heading north to process his opium.

Let's hope they keep him busy for awhile.

Truang should reach that convoy in a bit.

Now, this is how you cut the bandits down to size.

Teamwork.

The women and children are cooking up

a bamboo buffet-- a giant wooden flute

filled with fire ash and rice alcohol.

Guaranteed to bring tears to the eyes.

How's it going?

Fine. Except for the guns.

I set traps like this when I was a boy.

That's why you're in charge.

Ah, you have given Ming a chance to become a man.

I can see the change in him--

from a slave to a leader.

Okay,

go now.

Is it deep enough?

That is perfect.

Perfect.

But they can see it, though.

That's what makes it perfect.

A good morning's work.

My... people did a good job.

The signal.

All right.

I don't think we've got more than an hour

before Truang and his goons get here.

What shall we do now?

Get some food.

First we eat...

then we fight.

♪ ♪

MacGYVER: Hey!

Uh, it seems only fair to warn you

that these folks don't want you guys back here,

so if you just want to turn around

and go back to wherever you came from, uh,

these folks won't hold a grudge.

But I got to warn you, if, uh, you keep on coming,

you're liable to have a battle on your hands.

So, what do you say?

Whoa!

Those guys are just spoiling for a fight.

Let's move.

( shouting in foreign language )

MacGYVER: Herpetologists will tell you

everyone has an inner fear of snakes.

Even true for the herpetologists.

Now!

( screaming )

Yow!

Are you afraid of snake, MacGyver?

No.

( laughs )

I just don't like being around 'em.

MacGYVER: Now, you take your psychologists.

They'll tell you when someone thinks

they have you all figured out,

that's when they're the most vulnerable.

When it comes to Truang,

he doesn't know an asp from a hole in the ground.

( shouting )

Come on, Truang,

it can only get worse.

Why don't we call it a day?

He's only trying to bait us.

We go to the village first.

Then MacGyver.

Hurry! Dismount!

Move that tree out of the way!

MacGYVER: And, of course, the archeologist tells us

the wheel is man's greatest invention.

I thought we'd blow the air out of that notion.

( shouting )

( grunts )

What are you waiting for?!

Pick up your weapons! Move out!

( whistling )

( shouting )

General!

♪ ♪

MacGYVER: Gentlemen, you're in time for the buffet.

Our short order cook just turned on the gas.

( shouting and coughing )

( grunts )

( grunting )

( groaning )

( shouting in foreign language )

( helicopter whirring )

( woman screams )

( woman screams )

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

( grunts )

( engine revving )

( shouts )

( grunting )

( grunts )

( shouts )

( grunts )

Now we are free.

Yeah.