All language subtitles for MacGyver - 208 - Eagles

The golden eagle is
not just a bird, it's a natural wonder.

But now it's on
the endangered species list.

So the Phoenix Foundation came up
with a project to ensure its survival.

I was going to follow
a pair of eagles that had mated

and, hopefully, find their nest.

It was called
the Dead Horse Point Project.

The idea was to make sure
the eagle eggs, if there were any,

were protected from their natural
enemies, like hawks, mountain lions

and, of course, man.

It was a job Pete Thornton
didn't have to twist my arm to accept.

And to track an eagle,
you've got to sort of become one.

Get up there with them.

Now, if you don't like heights,

climbing a mountain while
you're carrying a container

with a hang glider inside it

might seem
like a strange thing to do.

Especially when the weather
starts to get very cold...

... very fast.

Golden eagles mate for life.

And, if Pete Thornton's information
was correct,

there was only one pair in the area.

I was hoping the bird I'd seen
was one of them.

The climb up
to look for those eagles

took me from summer to winter
in the same day.

And there they were.

Sitting on the most inaccessible roost
I'd ever seen.

Of course,
it didn't seem inaccessible to them.

It may seem cruel,

but one animal's death
means another will live.

All a part of nature's balancing act.

Civilization had thrown
that balance out of whack,

and when it came
to those two eagles,

it was my job to see if they could
stick around long enough

to put the scales back in order.

When you're hang-gliding,
you feel like you're part of the sky.

Maybe that's why I can fly
hundreds of feet off the ground

without the sweaty palms I get
when I look down from a stepladder.

I guess the way you look at the world
depends on where you are.

From up here,
it looked like a pretty nice place.

They say imitation's
the sincerest form of flattery.

That's why I was copying
the eagles' flight path.

So they'd feel comfortable
with me around

and let me follow them long enough
to find their nest.

Wherever it was.

Apparently, I wasn't alone
with the eagles.

There was somebody else
just as hooked on them as I was.

Gas is getting Iow.
We better head in.

- You said we'd bag some game.
- What about that ram?

Everyone has a big horn on the wall.
I want something special.

- Watch it, will you?
- Oh, sorry, Mr. Nystrom.

Couple of birds over there.
Move in on them.

You missed.

- Hey, those are golden eagles.
- I know what they are.

I'd be the first one in the club
to hang one on the wall.

It's against the Iaw.

Missed again.

This thing is jammed.

- You couldn't hit them anyway.
- Why don't you just fly this thing?

If you are so good,
why don't you try my crossbow?

Give me.

You don't have a prayer.

Got him.
Pretty good shot.

You just winged him.

I always wanted a matched pair.

Sometimes, the
best way to distract a guy

is to make him see the light.

What's that?

That guy wants to play games with me,
I'II knock him right out of the sky!

Ghant, watch it!

What happened?
Eagle hit the skid.

- You happy now? He's hurt.
Let's get out of here.

It looked like the eagle

that flew towards the north face
of the mountain was in shock.

I didn't have enough lift
to get up to it,

so I figured helping the boy
with the wounded one

was my next best choice.

It's okay, Fred. Stay still.

Stay, Fred. Stay here.
Calm down.

- Stay, okay? Stay.
- Keep him here, all right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Might distract the bird.

Easy, baby.

Come on, come on. That's it.

You better tie the Iegs together.
The talons are very dangerous.

Here, you can use this.

- Got a place I can work on his wing?
- Yeah, my grandpa's cabin.

Oh, come on.

Mom.

Mom, someone shot
one of the eagles!

What?

- How bad is it?
- I think his wing might be broken.

- I'm gonna need some help.
- Come on. We can use the shed.

I'II put a blanket on the table.

Here, Darin, Iet me get that.

That's great.

You got any rags
we could use for bandages?

- I'm gonna have to set this wing.
Yeah, we got tons of them.

That's great.
There's a knife in my pocket. Get it.

- Darin, no.
- But I can do it.

Honey, you're gonna cut yourself.

Darin.

He's only 10 years old.
I don't know what he expects.

Okay, how much of this
do you need?

Just a couple of strips.
Long strips, please.

- My name's MacGyver.
- Oh, hi. Susan Cooper.

Hi, Susan. Listen,
I'm really gonna need your help here.

You are gonna have to hold the bird
while I wrap the wing.

Um...

Look, I've never done this
before either,

but it's gotta be done.

Okay.

AII right, here we go.

Easy does it.

- Easy, baby.
Careful.

Here we go.

Easy. Come on.

Oh, I know, I know, I know.

- AII right.
- Oh, good.

Keep a hold of her.
I'm gonna have to make a splint here.

Hang on to it real tight.

AII right, when we're finished up here,
we'II soak the rags in antiseptic.

You sure you
never done this before?

Well, I had a parakeet one time
that went ten rounds with a cat.

I patched him up
and he Iived to fight again.

I didn't think anybody
was Iiving up here.

Oh, this was my dad's place.

Darin and I came out
a few weeks ago.

- Oh, it's a nice place for a vacation.
- Well, I'm trying to fix some things.

Yeah, these old cabins
can sure use a Iot of work.

Oh, I wouldn't know a hammer
from a chain saw.

No, I mean, fix some things.

Darin. Me.

Darin.

Darin!

I thought he would have stuck around
to see some of our handiwork.

No, there's a rocky point
just beyond that ridge up there.

That's where he goes when we have
an argument. He's there a Iot Iately.

Be careful with that ram.

When do we pick up that eagle,
tomorrow?

There'II be nothing
but feathers Ieft

after the coyotes get through.

What's the point of killing it
if I can't put it in my den?

There is a $5,000 fine
for killing golden eagles.

It is a protected species.

So is the bighorn,
but I bagged one of them.

You know, I'm really worried
about that guy in the hang glider.

He saw us shoot that eagle.

Now, if he goes to the park rangers
and tells them what he saw, we could-

Listen, maybe he's got a soft spot.

Everybody does.
Women, booze, he owes the bookies.

Something he doesn't want
out of the bag.

- Find him and buy him.
- Yeah, but-

That guy on the hang glider talks,
we could Iose the business.

Business?

That guy talks, there will be
federal agents crawling all over here.

Why do you think
I busted out of prison

and moved
to the middle of nowhere?

They wanna put me
back on death row.

I ain't gonna Iet that happen.

Your mom and I
got the arrow out of the bird's wing.

I think he's gonna be all right.

He's a she.

Oh.

You know about eagles?

I've been studying them
for a few years.

My dad sends me books on them.

Did you see
where the male eagle went?

- Landed on the mountain, I think.
- If they don't get back together...

They have one mate their whole Iife.

There could be a nest out there
with eggs in it or young eagles, maybe.

And if one of the adults dies
or something,

the young will die too.

Because one adult
can't take care of them alone.

They aren't gonna die.
Not if we have anything to say about it.

- Name's MacGyver.
- I know. I heard you tell Mom.

You know, when I was your age,

I'd have given anything
to spend time in a place Iike this.

This place is okay.

Darin...

...I think your mom's
worried about you.

It's a...

It's a good kind of worry,
if you know what I mean.

She just doesn't
wanna see you hurt yourself.

Neither do I.
I just wanna do things.

- She won't Iet me.
- Have you talked to her about it?

- Tried?
- She doesn't Iisten.

Well, if you don't talk,
what's she gonna Iisten to?

Just a thought.

Any change, Darin?

I think she's getting weaker.

Hey!

Anybody home?

MacGyver.

- Hey. How's our patient?
- She doesn't Iike being in that box.

Wow, it must be great
flying on this hang glider.

Yeah, it is.
So when are we going up, huh?

You kidding?
My mom would never Iet me go.

You gonna stay over?

- Well...
- He can, can't he?

Sure, if he wants to.
Okay, it's after 9, honey.

- But I was talking to MacGyver.
- You can talk in the morning. Let's go.

- I wanna sleep in the shed.
- Oh, Darin, please.

That way I could keep an eye
on the eagle.

The eagle is gonna sleep in her bed.
You're gonna sleep in your bed.

I'm not a baby anymore.

You know, the only arguments
I ever had with my mother

were about bedtime.

I finally had to Iet her
stay up till 10.

- I wish you hadn't given him that.
- I'm sorry. I should have asked.

Nature gives
people and animals instincts

that help them to survive.

But up on the mountain,

a part of nature
was in danger of disappearing.

And instinct alone
wasn't going to save it.

Sugar cubes
are a great source of energy.

I figured the eagle on the mountain
might need it.

Good morning.

How you doing?

Hmm?

You gonna Iet me touch you?

I bet you miss your mate, don't you?

Yeah.

If you are gonna scale a mountain,
you need the right things to do it with.

Susan's dad had been a climber

and some of the equipment
was still there.

Rope...

... carabiners...

... climber's hammer...

...and a nice axe.

But after that, the pickings
started getting mighty slim.

Tent stakes instead of pitons.

And if Darin's dog didn't mind,

his leash clips were gonna be
my extra carabiners.

They looked good...

...if you didn't look too close.

Good morning.

Morning.

- How's she doing?
- Not so good.

What's that?
- Oh, it's a Iittle trick.

Take the inside out of a pen,
you know what you got? Bird feeder.

Darin said she won't eat
when she's hurt.

Yeah, it's for the male eagle.

Hit that helicopter yesterday,
I figure he's in shock.

Little sugar water
will bring him out of it.

And I could use
this climbing equipment too,

but you don't have half enough
carabiners or pitons.

You wouldn't happen
to have any more?

You are gonna Iook for the male eagle
on the mountain?

- You don't even know if he's up there.
- I saw him fall.

I heard him Iast night.

I figure he's on the north face
somewhere.

The north face is sheer granite.

Look, Darin said
if the eagles are separated,

they'II never be able to hatch their eggs
or raise their young.

I'm just gonna bring
the two of them together, that's all.

Hey, you know what my dad
used this for?

- No.
- A hat.

It'II help us keep track of you
on the mountain.

Thanks.

Well, Iookie, Iookie,
Iookie, Iookie, Iookie.

Wonder who belongs to that jeep?

One way to find out.

Look at this stuff.

This must be the guy.
What's that?

Jeep registration. MacGyver.

We're not asking
for any trouble.

Listen, why don't you
Iet me talk to him?

I mean, you're not gonna
do anything stupid, are you?

Like killing that bank guard
for no reason?

Curry, when you've already
killed one man,

killing another one
don't really matter.

Especially when it means
staying out of the chair.

Some people think
of a mountain as just a big rock.

Well, this one wasn't.

And it's not very often that you can
get an eagle's-eye view

of your own personal waterfall.

It took a little doing,

but I found out in a hurry
the things a climber really needs.

A pair of strong hands,
a set of steady nerves,

and a paid-up insurance policy.

There it is. The hang glider.

At Ieast this guy...

- MacGyver.
- MacGyver

ain't flying around somewhere.

Well, Iet's just wait
for him here then.

Well, who knows
if he's gonna show?

He could be down in that cabin
talking to the ranger on the shortwave.

Well, we're just gonna
buy him off anyway, right?

I'm warning you, don't do anything-

What makes you think
he wants to be bought?

He goes right to the cops,
it's my Iife on the Iine, Curry!

I'II take him out if I gotta.

And anyone else too.

Now, Iet's stash the Rover
and walk on down there.

I see MacGyver.
He's climbing the mountain.

Yeah, he went up
to Iook for the other eagle.

He's almost up to the top.

In a way,
mountains are kind of two-faced.

From a distance,
they can look pretty smooth,

but up close,
you see all the cracks.

Places where
you can hammer in a piton.

Or if you've run out, tent stakes.

Fred. Fred. Stop it!

Boy, that's some watchdog
you got there.

That hang glider wouldn't happen to
belong to a man named MacGyver,

- would it?
- Yes.

Well, I hate to be the one
to bring bad news

but, well, his jeep was crushed by
a big tree at the entrance to the park.

Where is he?

- Whoa, is that him up there?
Yep.

What some folks will do for fun.

Well, we'II wait right here for him
if it's okay with you.

Climbing
a mountain's tough enough

when your hands and feet
have something solid to grab on to.

It's another story altogether

when you're hanging in midair
from a tent stake and a dog leash clip.

Watching that tent stake fall
gave me a funny kind of feeling.

A feeling that could keep a guy
from making long-range plans.

They say drowning men
see their lives flash before them.

Falling men do too.

At least this man did.

And what I saw
was about 50 years too short.

I knew it was possible that the eagle
would take one look at me

and decide to fly someplace else.

But that was a possibility
I tried not to think about.

That kid's getting on my nerves.

I don't Iike the way he Iooks at me.

Like he knows something.

How could he
possibly know anything- ?

I don't know how.

He just bugs me.

Your ears can play
tricks on you up in the mountains.

Sound bounces off rocks and ice.

And, even though you hear it,

you don't really know
where it's coming from.

I personally don't know
which is more dangerous:

falling off a wedge of ice
down the side of a mountain,

or falling into
a thousand-foot crevice.

And I really don't wanna know.

An animal that's in shock
can be completely unpredictable.

And when you're out on a mountain
ledge with a snowstorm coming up,

surprises are the last thing
you want.

I really wanted to get
that eagle down to the cabin.

But then I remembered
there's only one kind of climber

who tries to get down a mountain
in the middle of a snowstorm,

the kind
you never hear from again.

- How's the boy? Is he asleep?
Yeah, he is.

Oh, MacGyver could get
caught in this storm.

- I'm gonna call the park rangers.
- You ain't calling anyone, honey.

You cut my radio?

My instinct
told me to do whatever I could

to keep that eagle alive.

I guess his instinct
told him to let me.

Feeling a Iittle better, are we?

What do you say
we get off this mountain?

Getting down a mountain
should be easier than climbing it.

But not necessarily.

I'd seen an arrow
like this one before.

The man with the cigar.
I remember now.

He was flying the helicopter
when the eagle was shot.

Darin, are you sure
that man is the same- ?

What I wanted to do
was get that guy's attention.

And there was enough stuff
in the shed to do it.

A gas stove, an old inner tube,

a bicycle, a grindstone.

The problem was
thinking of what to do with them.

I was right about the kid. He knows.

Well, then Iet's just get out of here-

I said the kid knows.

But what are we gonna- ?

- You wanna kill them?
- The woman too.

Well, you're out of your mind!

Then, we wait for MacGyver
at the base of the mountain.

Look, I'm a businessman
and I'm not gonna do this!

Listen, Curry, if it weren't
for the take on that bank job

that put me on death row,
you wouldn't have a business.

Now, understand something.

If I go down again,
you go down with me this time.

Ball bearings
are sort of like steel marbles.

If you strike them hard enough against
a rough surface of a grindstone,

they'll spark.

Just like the flint
in a cigarette lighter.

Add to that a portable stove
with a propane tank.

And align it at just the right angle
with the grindstone

and a nearby window.

Then, after you've armed yourself

with as many ball bearings
as you happen to have...

...you just switch on the gas,

and that'll give you
a very explosive combination.

I remember using a bicycle
to deliver newspapers,

go to the movies,
ride to Little League games.

But I never thought
I'd be using one as a slingshot.

Leave her alone!

- Ghant, come on.
- What do you want?

I'm just being friendly.

Last chance you'II have.

Run, Darin!
Get him!

Hey, hey. Come on.

Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go!

- What was that?
I'II take a Iook.

That grindstone
seemed like a pretty easy target...

...till I tried to hit it.

No!

I got no choice.

PIease, don't!

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Ow!

- That was great!
You guys okay?

- Yeah.
- How did you blow up the shed?

Well, it wasn't easy.

Well, that's three Iess predators
we have to worry about.

- Three?
- Yeah, the guy who shot the eagle.

Troopers have his name.

They're issuing a warrant
for his arrest.

How's she doing?

She's dead.

Darin.

She's dead.

- Oh, hon.
- And now the whole family will die.

Nope.

What do you mean?
- If there's a nest,

there's a chance we can save them.

You really think
there are eggs out there?

If there are,
I couldn't ask for a better guide.

This guy's got an instinct
for survival.

Sure hope he knows
we're on his side.

Maybe he'II Iead me to the nest.
What do you think?

Yeah.
If the eggs are ready to hatch,

they can Iast four or five days
without their mother.

Okay.

Hey, do me a favour, will you?

Signal before you turn.

I better hurry.

Good Iuck.
Good Iuck.

I don't think he'II find that nest.

It could be all the way over
in Monument Valley.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

But he's doing something
you and I haven't done for a while.

He's trying.

You know, I didn't tell you before
how proud I was of you,

- the way you handled things today.
- Thanks.

Monument Valley's
a perfect place for golden eagles

who want to raise a family.

The nest could have
been anywhere,

but he led me straight
to the tallest butte of them all.

Landing a hang glider

on a slab of rock
the size of a coffee table isn't easy.

And knowing it's a 500-foot drop
to the desert floor

doesn't make it any easier.

Landing and finding the eggs
was only half the job.

Getting them back in one piece
was the other.

- No sign of him yet?
- Nope.

Darin, this was your grandpa's.

I thought you might Iike it.

Wow.

- It's almost Iike MacGyver's.
- I know.

Hey, MacGyver!

- Did you find the nest?
- Uh-huh.

Are there any eggs?
Three of them.

- Wow.
- How did you do that?

Birds of a feather.

The padding from this chair
makes good nesting material.

- And vegetable oil.
- What does that do?

The oil combines
with the fibres in the padding

to create a Iow-Ievel
spontaneous combustion.

No flame. Hopefully,
just the right amount of heat.

Now we've got an incubator.
And we wait.

Darin.
Darin: Hmm?

Wake up.

They're alive.

It worked!
MacGyver, you saved them.

I had a Iittle help from a friend.