All language subtitles for MacGyver.S03E14.The.Odd.Triple

Three and a half weeks,

two continents, five countries,

one island, about 9, 000 miles,
and I was wasted.

Right now I was looking forward to
miles and miles of nothing happening...

...except sleep.

Welcome home!

No.

Oh, the man's
overcome with emotion.

No, just overcome.

It's nice to be back, great to see you,
but I need to get some sleep. Now.

Not so fast.
I have fantastic news.

I don't want to hear it, Jack.
I just want to sleep.

So goodbye, Jack.
Go home, Jack.

Actually, this is home.

Temporarily. A reversal of fortune,
pileup of evil coincidences.

I knew you wouldn't mind,
so I sort of moved in.

Lucky I did too
because, old buddy, best pal,

we have hit the jackpot.

I taped this with my own lily whites,
from the 1 1.00 news.

Jack! The answer is no.

No rescue missions,
no buried treasure,

no sunken gold,
no oil wells.

- No.
- You're right, MacGyver.

You're a practical man.
You're gonna love this.

Jack, I don't want to see anything.

- Please.
- I just taped the high points.

And here they are,
the Lupescu jewels.

Emeralds, rubies, diamonds.

The most famous relics
of a royal family,

purchased earlier today
at the Warwick Auction for $32 million.

The reported buyer is one of the world's
wealthiest women, Elena Iturbe,

heiress to a shipping fortune

and alleged to be the mysterious
purchaser of these fabulous treasures.

What? No!

Oh, I just taped over
some old movie.

My classic Western collection!

Oh, sorry.

Forget the past
because, my boy, we have a future.

With those royal jewels?

- No.
- Of course, no.

Never mind small things. We have
a future with Ms Elena Iturbe.

She flew in for that auction, used
some petty cash to buy those pretties.

The pilots
of her private jet went south.

I don't want to hear this.

I checked it out at the airport.
Kosher, A-OK.

- The plane's there. We're signed up.
- What about her flight crew?

Lost, strayed, stolen.
Who cares?

We, old buddy, are on.

Jack, I just got off an aeroplane.

- No!
- It's more than a job.

It's an opportunity. We talked
about starting an airline,

small at first, growing,
building it into something.

- Air Dalton.
- Yeah.

It's my dream,
all I ever wanted in the world.

Jack...

I know I pulled you into hassles.
You've bailed me out, I owe you.

Our friendship's worth something.
The Iturbe money is real.

The lady is real. It's legit.

Oh! Oh!

It's her. Oh, come on.

Come with me.
Just one fun trip to...

...Toulon, France.

Excuse me.

- Hello, Ms Iturbe.
- Captain Dalton.

- Come right in.
- Thank you.

You must be MacGyver.

- Elena Iturbe.
- It's a pleasure.

What a charming place you have here,
Captain Dalton.

Glad you like it. We're ready
to leave. I filed flight plans.

- Good.
- Ms Iturbe, about this...

I'm most happy to have you aboard.

Captain Dalton has told me
a great deal about you.

I'm all packed.

- I'll get the plane warmed up.
- Good.

Miss Iturbe, I'm Simon Warwick.
It's a privilege to meet you in person.

Thank you. I imagine you wish
to see my identity.

Hardly necessary.

- Do you have everything prepared?
- Of course.

Your attorneys approved
the sale contract.

It's not their money,
nor their jewels.

May I see them, please?

Yes.

Quite correct.

Designed for a queen.
Fitting, for a princess.

Thank you. Goodbye, Mr Warwick.

Can I help you with that?

The jewels? They're not heavy.

Beautiful, but not heavy.

Did you see them on television?

- Oh, yeah.
- And what did you think?

I think it's kind of a flashy way
of telling people you're rich.

- You don't approve?
- Probably just jealous.

- Ready for immediate takeoff.
- Good.

- Stop!
- Thieves!

Get out of here, Jack!

That's my boy.

Up, up and away.

Oh, you were both marvellous!

I have a radiophone in my cabin.
I'll notify the authorities.

Dalton, MacGyver, thank you.

Air Dalton lives!

Dalton is asleep.

Well, it's my shift.
He might as well.

He trusts you.
And you trust him.

That was obvious from the way you two
worked together to handle those thieves.

Especially in defence of a woman
of whom you don't really approve.

- Now what gave you that idea?
- Oh, you made it quite clear.

And Dalton told me about you.

Apparently, you would rather give
$32 million to medical research.

Yeah.

But then that's probably why you
own the plane, and I'm just flying it.

We'll be landing in a few hours.
What then?

Oh, I shall probably go
into my wine cellar

and choose a bottle of
truly exceptional champagne

and sit on my terrace and
congratulate myself on my acquisition.

What are you going to do
with those jewels?

Wear them, exhibit them,

sell them for a profit,
anything I choose.

You would probably give them
to a campaign for hunger.

Yeah.

And save a few lives?

For what? Six months? A year?

Until they breed more starving children
and the money runs out, then what?

Then you'd have bought another year.

You can do a lot in a year.

As you said, it is my money.

You know, my grandfather used to say,

"If you're afraid of the answer,
don't ask the question."

Notify me when we make
the landing approach.

I've arranged to be met.

Yes, ma'am.

There she is, Toulon, France.

Better ask Miss Iturbe
if she needs any help.

Hi. Thought I'd let you know
we'll be landing in about five minutes.

Good. I've arranged to be met.

I'm anxious to avoid the press,

which will be waiting for me
like a pack of wolves.

- Hello?
- Robert, it's Elena Iturbe here.

We are landing in Toulon now.

Very good. The helicopter
will be there in five minutes.

Merci.

Take the plane to the terminal
and check it in.

Then go to the Metropole Hotel,
and I will contact you there.

Will do.

Here they come.
I anticipate champagne, flashbulbs

and, with any luck,
local beauty queens

panting after my
highly trained pilot's body.

Bonjour! I guess you're expecting us.

Yes, we were.
You are under arrest.

Excuse me, but do you
know who we are?

Yes. Two American thieves.

And I am Inspector Andres.

And where is the woman?

Elena Iturbe?

No, Mr MacGyver.

Miss Iturbe, the real Elena Iturbe,

has been discovered in
her hotel suite, in your country,

bound and gagged,
with her real flight crew,

her passport and papers
stolen by your accomplice.

Where is she?
Where are the jewels?

Hey, wait. Hold it.
Momentito, s'il vous plait.

Miss Iturbe hired us. And if
you're trying to run some hustle...

Jack!

Shush.

Inspector, what Jack means is,

we were under the impression the woman
we were working for was Ms Iturbe.

- You expect me to believe that?
- Yeah.

You used a woman who
resembled Miss Iturbe

to commit a brilliant robbery.
My congratulations.

Look, with all due respect,
maybe if we talked to your superior...

This is my investigation.

When I recover the Lupescu jewels,
I can expect a promotion.

Perhaps a medal. And I have no intention
of sharing this opportunity.

Then as an American citizen,
I demand a call to my embassy.

There are no Americans here.

Only prisoners.

They are truly stunning.

You did a fantastic job, Liane.

Or should I call you Elena?

Thank God that's over.
But it was almost a disaster.

I had to hire a pair of pilots
at one day's notice.

- What do you mean?
- The two you hired didn't show up.

I apologise, Liane.
How did you find replacements?

I used my contacts.

I found Jack Dalton.
He flew the U.S.-Mexican border,

bit of smuggling, but nothing serious.

He had his papers and his passport,
and he was hungry.

Resourceful. And his copilot?

He brought in a friend, MacGyver.

A sort of soldier of fortune, I gather.

- I'll check them out.
- But what about the buyers?

Coming in later today.
Bulging with cash

- and ready to bid.
- How much do you think we'll get?

A lot.

Listen to me.
Would thieves file a flight plan?

Show him in immediately.

You can explain
from the beginning to Mr Brosz,

Miss Iturbe's head of security.

Excellent, all he has to do
is listen to reason.

So these are the men who attacked us
when we tried to retrieve the jewels?

You even eluded Miss Iturbe's
security at the airport.

I see. I see!

No, it was a big misunderstanding.

- We thought...
- Enough!

Take them to the interrogation centre.

Inspector, Miss Iturbe is
a very influential and gracious lady.

She's only interested
in recovering the jewels.

Not in any methods you
may find it necessary to take.

- Do we understand each other?
- Completely.

- 'Morning, Helen.
- 'Morning.

- Has MacGyver called in yet?
- Not since I've been in.

But there's a message
blinking on your private line.

And no, I didn't listen in.

Thanks a lot.

Hi, Pete.

I'm calling early, but I wanted
to make sure you got this.

So do me a favour, will you?
Sit down.

Thanks.

Pete, something came up,
and I...

Well, I sort of took off, with Jack.

Dalton?!

Pete? Sit down.
This is completely legitimate.

He is nothing but trouble.

I know, he is nothing but trouble,
but this is really important to him.

We've hired on to ferry Ms Elena Iturbe

back to Toulon, France,
in her private jet.

Jack needed a copilot,
and I was kind of elected.

I didn't figure you'd miss me.
I'll be back tomorrow.

- What?!
- So don't worry.

And it's a real big shot for Jack.
This is his big chance.

- After, Dalton Airlines will take off.
- What are you involved in?

Don't get all shook up.
Just relax.

Dalton.

Dalton!

Helen!

Yes, sir?

Get me on the first
available flight for T oulon, France.

Yes, sir.

Dalton!

She looked the part.
She had Elena Iturbe's passport.

- Why wouldn't we believe her?
- Be quiet.

Stupidity irritates me.

I have three dozen men out
searching for your female accomplice.

But I'm not going to waste the time.

You are going to lead me to her.

Do you know what this is?

Sure, that's electrical shock torture.

Put a bunch of voltage
through a human body.

It's usually against the law.

It is also very painful.

You burn internally.

Sometimes bones
break in convulsions.

- Not pleasant.
- No, you can't!

I mean, it's crazy!
Torture's illegal.

I can't stand pain.
What do you want me to say?

- The truth is, he conned me into it!
- You gutless, whining little wimp!

Right now!

- Care to dance?
- No, thanks.

Taxi!

So how do we
get out of this country?

We don't.

We're crooks until
we square with the police,

which means
we should get a line on those jewels.

MacGyver, we're wanted criminals,

we broke out of a torture chamber
by slugging an inspector

and the head of security for the
richest woman in the universe.

We got no choice.
Either we're innocent, or we're dead.

There's a third way.

This place has to be full
of folks who don't like les cops.

Maybe we could hire some help.

What, local crooks?
And stay on the wanted list?

- Forget it.
- We don't know the territory.

We don't know this con woman's
real name. We don't know where she...

What? Your light just went on. Give.

The police already eliminated
a lot of territory,

and we know things they don't.

Like she took off in a chopper
and is probably in Sweden or Africa?

It's not likely.

That chopper took off and reached us at
the runway here in exactly five minutes.

Figure air speed of 1 20 miles per,
it came a little less than ten miles...

...which means it took off from...
along this line.

OK, it's not Sweden,
but it's still a lot of territory.

Yeah. But we know it came in
south by southwest,

so we trace back
north by northeast...

...intersects... here.

There's a church and a winery.

Oh, I shall probably go
into my wine cellar

and choose a bottle of
truly exceptional champagne...

Winery. Winery.

What is it?

"I'll go to the cellars and
choose a fine bottle of champagne

and congratulate myself."

She's got to be here.

Looks like at least
two armed guards on duty.

OK, so I guess knocking
on the front door is out.

Let's try this way.

- Take a look.
- Alarm system?

There might be more.

This guy's kind of nervous
for a lousy 32 mil in hot ice.

Let's go one at a time,
and be careful.

Oh, no! No, rabbit.

Stay, stay, wait!
Oh, stop. Stay.

No, back! Get back!

Stay.

No, you...!

Stop right there!

MacGyver, I presume.
Search for the other one.

- Dalton.
- Who, Jack?

Jack's long gone.
He's gone for help.

We'll see about that.

- Come. Get him inside.
- Let's go.

Let's go.

You owe me one.

Mr Russell, welcome.

This is my associate,
Liane Auber.

Pleasure. Your deception
was very clever.

- Thank you.
- Would you care to step inside, sir?

Look, inspector, I came here
because I know MacGyver.

I'm a friend of his.
And he's no thief.

Somehow he's been framed.

The evidence is
overwhelming, Mr Thornton.

Besides, we are not certain
of either criminal's identity.

They had no passports.

The descriptions you have
match MacGyver and Dalton perfectly.

They're criminals, Mr Thornton.

My advice is that you
return to the United States.

Not until I see them...
with a lawyer.

When we capture these criminals,
we shall have to establish identities.

Question them. It might be months before
they are allowed to see an attorney.

We'll see about that.

Mr Thornton.

Look, I know who you are, but this is
a criminal case in my jurisdiction.

Any interference,
political or otherwise,

and I'll have you
deported immediately.

- Is that clear?
- Oh, yes. Very.

Thank you for your courtesy.

MacGyver!

How did he find us?
And where is Dalton?

- Two excellent questions.
- He knows.

I think we shall cut some answers
out of our Mr MacGyver.

What are you talking about?

Torture. He's talking about torture.

No. We had an agreement.

The Iturbe woman loses money
she can afford to.

But nobody gets hurt,
and nobody gets killed.

- I like that.
- Quiet.

Or what? You'll blow his head off?

No. Let me make myself
absolutely clear.

There is to be no killing.
I will not stand for it.

You won't?

So we just pack up and leave?

No, Liane. I'm content here.

I'm a respectable landowner,
with a staff that's loyal.

I only have two small areas of risk.

Our Mr MacGyver here
and now you.

I'm your partner.

I think I just bought you out.

- Nothing else to say?
- Would talking be of any use?

No.

When my auction is over,
we will finish this.

Goodbye... Liane.

Position Ren�
at the top of the stairs.

I want no one to come down here.

Immediately, Monsieur Donnay.

All right, I was stupid.

For coming to my rescue?
I kind of appreciate that, actually.

Nevertheless, stupid.

Look, we're not dead.

We've got time to figure a way
out of here, and Jack will be back.

Oh, Dalton? He's an ex-smuggler
with the ethics of a weasel.

Yeah. But he's still my friend.

Donnay called you Liane, is it?

Liane Auber.

I believe in honesty...

...at least when I'm
contemplating my own death.

Look, we're gonna get out of here.

Oh. With some help from
your friend Jack? I doubt it.

You know, I suppose
I can understand that.

Your friend plans to kill you.

My friend plans to save me.

Look, I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I'll write you a personal cheque.

Drawn on an American bank.
It's better than cash.

All yours, for one job. Help a friend
of mine out of a minor misunderstanding.

- No.
- All right, I'll tell you what.

I'll throw in a cash bonus.
After the job.

- Why don't we do it?
- Are you crazy? Let's go.

Hey!

Mon ami. My friend.

- Can I talk to you?
- Sure.

Mr Brizard. Welcome.

- Thank you.
- Do come inside.

MacGyver... what are you doing?

If I can get my hands wet,
maybe I can wiggle out of this.

- Thank you.
- Welcome. Let's go.

- But we are still prisoners. Locked in.
- We better work on that.

There is a man with a gun
guarding that door.

Maybe we should consider
a different way out.

That door is steel.

It is cross-braced
and double locked.

I never said it was gonna be easy.

Could you help me?

3,500, 4,000,

4,500, 5,000, right?

- Anytime.
- You!

- You had me slugged!
- No, as a matter of fact, I didn't.

But it's not a bad thought.

What I did was put out
a reward to have you brought in.

Oh, I'm touched.

Matter of fact, I'm bruised.

Don't tell me. You're a secret
Mediterranean crime boss.

No, what I am is a guy with
a few connections in this area.

I used to run a DXS operation here.

And you know what you are? Trouble.

Now, where is MacGyver?

Well...

...actually, he's...
he's being held prisoner.

Prisoner? Prisoner?!

I knew it. I knew it!

Jack, having you as a friend is
a little bit like owning a pet disease.

Are you trying to hint you're upset?

Upset? Why would I be upset?
Because you've done it again?

One more time, you have conned him
into bailing you out of something.

Now he's the one that was deep-sixed.

Probably in a bed of quicksand.

Actually, it's a winery.
He's there with the Lupescu jewels.

A place called the Domaine Donnay.

- I know the place.
- Domaine Donnay?

All right. Now we're getting someplace.

We learned the diamonds
were up for sale,

and three heavyweight buyers
are coming into Toulon to bid on them.

We couldn't find out where
it was gonna take place.

- All you had to do was ask.
- It makes for logic, Peter.

The buyers cross the border
legitimately, as wine merchants.

- Can you find them?
- It might be difficult.

- Money's no object.
- Jack!

In that case, two of them have
already checked out of their hotels.

You didn't tell me that.

You didn't mention
that money was no object.

The third buyer is one
August Bauman, from Munich,

staying at the
Hotel Toulonaise, suite 31 7.

- Who is it?
- Assistant manager, Herr Bauman.

A case of wine has arrived
for you, from Monsieur Donnay.

Oh?

You must be a very close friend.

Actually, I have never met him.

But we are to do business together.

- Champagne.
- Only the best for you.

Here it is.

"Herr August Bauman."

Oh, boy. He's due at Domaine Donnay
in less than an hour.

- We can get there in 20 minutes.
- Yeah, and do what?

Well, bust in, find Mac, you know.

How many guards were there?

I saw... five.

Yeah, five. Figure more.

No, we can't break in.
We've got to get in somehow.

We've got to sneak in.

Disguised as what?
Mother Theresa and a leper?

- Sorry.
- No.

I go in.

As Herr August Bauman.
The third buyer.

Great thought. Except I'm
the one that has to do it.

This needs style, finesse.
A certain, je ne sais quoi.

It needs someone the girl hasn't seen,
hasn't described and can't recognise.

And someone the police
won't shoot on sight.

Yeah, but... You're right.

I'm going as the chauffeur.
What's the plan?

All right.

I play Bauman.

I get us past their security.

Oh, my God.

I'm gonna have to trust you.

I'll keep the bidding going as long as I
can. You find MacGyver and get him out.

Gotcha.

Herr Donnay? Bauman.

- Shall we get down to business?
- Certainly. This way.

Gentlemen...
Herr August Bauman.

- You're late.
- I don't know you.

This is Mr David Russell,
Mr Jacques Brizard.

How very interesting.

I prefer that we
waste no more time.

- So?
- Very well.

Gentlemen, this way.

Johann... you will remain here.

Are you certain this will work?

Nope.

But when you release
gas under pressure,

you're using one
of the basic laws of physics.

For every action there's an equal
and opposite reaction.

But what about this thing?
It must weigh, what, 1,000 kilograms?

Yeah, you're right.

Haul over another nitrogen cylinder.
We need all the reaction we can get.

But what is the point of all this?

- There are four armed men outside.
- It may be no point at all.

But if Jack's coming at them from
outside, I want things equal inside.

- You really think he will come?
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Straight ahead, if you will,
for our little auction.

Here?

Twelve-inch-thick
stone walls. One door.

No security risks, gentlemen.

To protect... these.

The terms... cash.

They are truly beautiful.

- Delivery guaranteed.
- How?

You will receive a shipment of wine,
through normal legal channels.

Concealed inside... the jewels.

- Undetectable.
- Very efficient. Good.

One last point.
The bidding, U.S. dollars.

Commencing, ten million.

Robert, see to it that
Herr Bauman's man is comfortable.

Gentlemen.

Monsieur... what are you doing?

I have $25 million in cash.

Makes me nervous.

- Twenty-five million dollars?
- Yeah.

Don't worry.

We have complete security.

An alarm system
and armed men on patrol.

Security?

Your boss told my boss
that you had a break-in earlier today.

We caught him.

He's under guard in the wine cellar.

In the wine cellar?
Down there?

Good, that makes me feel better.

Have you ever seen
$25 million in cash?

Never. Show me.

- Twelve million dollars.
- Twelve million five.

- Thirteen.
- Fifteen million.

- Seventeen.
- Ridiculous.

Oh? Then they are mine?

No.

Eighteen million.

I'm out of it.

- Twenty million.
- Gentlemen... take your time.

Think about Herr Bauman's bid.

Oh, yes.

Take all the time you like.

Wake up!

All right, we have to knock off
these valves, simultaneously.

Come on.

I should have knocked.

Jack, I'm glad it's you.

MacGyver! And the ever-lovely
Elena Iturbe or whatever.

- Oh, it's nice to see you again.
- She's with us, Jack.

She's agreed to testify against Donnay.
Let's move before somebody checks on us.

Never fear. Pete's with Donnay
at this moment, buying us time.

- Pete?
- He heard we got our tails in a crack,

he came running.
He's one of the auction buyers.

I was supposed to find you.
Which I did...

-...brilliantly.
- In God's name, can we go?

- Where'd he go?
- To tell Donnay Pete's an impostor.

Let's use this thing
to get out of here.

- And leave Pete here?
- No way. Where's this auction?

In the wine-tasting room,
the other side of that wall.

Give me a hand.

Easy.

Twenty-two million,
five hundred thousand.

This is insane. I'm finished.

Going... going... gone.

He's not Bauman. He's a fake.
He came with the other one, Dalton.

Relax, gentlemen. Dalton?

I locked him in with
MacGyver and the girl.

They're not going anywhere.

Well... I guess this means you're
not gonna sell me the jewels.

- So...
- Very amusing.

I don't think so.

Kill him now,
let's get on with business.

- Yes.
- I agree.

Goodbye, Mr Bauman.

You know, gentlemen...

...I don't think you
really want to do this.

Especially not...
in front of witnesses.

But, sir, we are all accomplices here.

Yeah, I hadn't actually
thought of it that way.

Well, certainly going to make
a mess of the jewels, aren't we?

Yes.

We wouldn't want your blood

splattered all over
the jewels, would we?

- That's it.
- I hope this will work.

Yeah, me too. Stand back.

On three.

One... two...

...three!

Go! Go!

Now, Robert.

Let's go!

Stop!

- Sorry to bust in on you like this.
- What kept you?

Hey, are we great or what?
What a team.

Since we're here,
I heard about this sunken treasure.

Fifty million dollars in Nazi gold.

The ship was torpedoed,
and the gold was lost.

All we got to do is get a diving bell
and three bathing suits...