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It's funny, you know,

the kind of stuff that pops into your
head when you're trying to work.

I remember there was this horse,
a golden palomino.

Old Man McGinty had got him
in a trade, I think.

I couldn't have been much more
than 9 or 10 at the time,

but I'd made up my mind
I was gonna ride that horse.

Of course, knowing Old Man McGinty,
that was gonna take some doing.

Well, first off,
there was his dog, Hector.

They didn't come any meaner
or louder than Hector.

One whiff of me heading
for that corral,

and Hector would have the old man
down on me like a shot.

So much for Hector.

Well, I remember thinking to myself,

as that palomino stared at me
from across the corral

with a real kind of proud
and angry look,

that if ever there was a time
for turning back, this was it.

But something else
must have decided

our paths were bound
to cross that day,

because my feet
just kept right on going.

Now, having a golden palomino
in a corral is all well and good,

but actually getting
right up to her,

well, that could be a whole
other ball game.

She was starting to look a little bit
bigger than I remembered too.

No, there was definitely more
to riding this palomino

than had occurred to me
the night before.

Psst.

Psst.

They didn't say anything to me
about any survivors.

The missile. Which tent?

You might want to pass the time
by cutting yourself a little elbowroom.

Hey, I want
that knife back, you know.

I'd always heard, in riding horses,
it was the horse that did the sweating.

But I wasn't even on him yet,

and you could have wrung enough
out of me to water the lawn.

From here on, it was easy does it.

If you move too sudden, or worse,
try jumping on her back,

and you might just as well
strap yourself to a--

Well, to a rocket.

All right, hotshot,

So you got a golden palomino
between your knees and no reins.

Now what?

Cavalry should be here
any minute.

Now.

God, I hate heights.

What are you doing?

Making a rocket thruster.

What are we doing?!

I'll tell you later.

Come on, Mac,
I've had Big Brothers before,

none of them lived
in a place like this.

Well, it's comfy. I call it home.

I thought you had to be real normal
to be somebody's Big Brother.

I mean, this ain't a normal place
to live. This is weird.

People a lot taller than yourself
have said the exact same thing.

- I think it's interesting.
- Okay, it's interesting.

Now can I see Venus?

You will be able to
once that cloud clears.

Tell you what, in the meantime, what
do you say we go get a bite to eat?

Okay.

State Department vehicle J1765

requesting entry access
to KIVA level one.

Clearance request granted.

Proceed to level one.

Will you excuse me, please?

Oh, yeah, I see what it's doing.

Yeah, okay.
That's a discrepancy. Okay.

Dr. Marlowe. Our director,
Dr. Burke, was delayed,

so on behalf of Dr. Steubens
and the Sendrex Corporation,

I'd like to welcome you
to the KIVA Laboratories.

- Thank you.
- Oh, I'm Barbara Spencer.

Oh, yes.

Yes, his assistant.
He's mentioned you in his letters.

Dr. Steubens is waiting for us
down on the third level.

Follow me, please.
The elevator's this way.

If you'll just stand completely within
this circle, this will only take a moment.

Go ahead, station B.
It just came up.

Right. Okay.
Set it up on level B.

Spencer, Barbara T.
GL773, clearance to level three.

Such tight security.
Should I be flattered?

Standard procedure, I'm afraid.

The KIVA has the most
advanced security

of the all the Sendrex corporations.

Nothing moves in or out of here

that isn't constantly monitored
and controlled.

Sidney, dear Sidney, how are you?

I'm great. It's good to see you, Carl.

Shall we start with a little
tour of the facilities?

Uh, no, I've changed my mind
about that.

We have a serious matter
to settle, face-to-face.

As I recall, your last telex,

it was queen to bishop four.

Yes, correct.

You countered with
rook to king's fifth.

Pure suicide, but far be it
for me to stop you, Carl.

- It's your move, Carl.
- Oh, I know.

I'm sorry, Sidney.

Acid leak. Level Three.

Containment out of control.

Acid leak. Level Three.

Containment out of control.

Tell me you were just in a hurry
to see me and there's no bad news.

I was just in a hurry
to see you and...

I'll save the bad news
till we get inside.

Gant. Gant.

Come on, let's have it.

All right.

An accident in New Mexico.

A lab that handles a lot
of classified research.

Something set off a series
of explosions.

- How bad?
- Most of the personnel got out,

but at least 20 are still
unaccounted for.

Among them is a top British scientist
named Marlowe.

He was here visiting
one of our own men, Steubens.

They're also both candidates
for the Nobel Prize this year.

Not exactly the kind of publicity
the State Department wants to hear.

They still alive?

They survived the blast,
but they're still trapped in the lab.

They calculate the chances
of anyone getting through

to Marlowe and Steubens is...

Well, it's not great.

Well, give me "not great"
on a scale of one to ten.

Minus three.

That's why we couldn't
order anyone to try.

So your name came up.

What other options do they have?

- I'm it, aren't I?
- You're it.

Now, look, Mac, you don't have to take
this assignment, you know that.

Call the lab, Gant.
Tell them we're on our way.

Try the other monitor.

I don't want excuses from you.

Stand by.

The auxiliary backup went down.

I think we may be getting
through again.

Dr. Marlowe, Dr. Steubens,
can you hear me?

Gentlemen, can you hear me?

Yes, just a little.

I think Carl is regaining
consciousness,

but we do need a doctor down here.

Dr. Marlowe. Hello?

Do you hear me? Hello?

- Sorry, sir, we lost it.
- Keep trying.

On the double. Okay, move out.

Double time. Move out. Let's go.

- Colonel Keel.
- Gantner.

Attention, please.

All sector clearances must be
approved on a priority basis.

Check at your substation
command post.

Oh, Ed, I see you've already met
Colonel Keel.

I better keep things moving outside.
I'll check in with you later.

- Good.
- Charlie Burke, this is MacGyver.

- Charlie is director of the lab.
- Thank you for coming.

- How's it stand right now?
- Well, Marlowe's fine.

Steubens was unconscious for a while,
but he's coming around.

We've been unable to maintain
any communication

for more than a few seconds
at a time.

You got any idea what set it off?

An explosion on the third level
somehow made its way to the first,

but past that we're guessing.

Any chance it could've had
anything to do with their research?

No, no. Steubens' research had to do
with magnetic fields in the ozone layer.

- Rainmakers?
- Yeah.

You're sure this was
an accident, right?

Given the security
of the KIVA Laboratories,

I don't see how it could be
anything else.

Yeah, right. Uh, you got somebody
I can talk specifics with?

Andy Colson is
our chief of operations.

All right, let's have him. That ten hours
can't be getting any longer.

Get Colson down here.

Now, we started to drill an air hole
from the outside, but we had to stop.

- Why's that?
- We hit sulfuric acid.

Explosion must have ruptured
one of the tanks, and it's--

Well, it's leaking into the ground.

- Has it reached the aquifer yet?
- What's that?

Aquifer. It's a layer
of underground water.

In this case, it leads directly
into the Rio Grande.

Now, if the acid hits the river,

we're gonna poison most of this state,
Texas and Mexico.

- What can you do about it?
- Well, we can neutralize it.

But in order to do that,

we have to flood the entire complex
with sodium hydroxide.

What's that?

Let's just say it's the same stuff they
use to clean the flesh off of skeletons.

You're kidding.

- Is that true?
- Yeah.

There's a convoy of tankers
on the way right now.

So it's not ten hours anymore?

No, given the rate of flow
of the acid,

I'd say you have a little under
five hours, my friend.

Boy, you're just taking all the fun
out of this, Charlie.

- Can you show me where the tank is?
- Right there.

Third level, 300 feet below ground.

- You Colson?
- That's right.

- You must be the screwball.
- Andy, come on.

Yeah. It doesn't make much sense
to go over every level right now.

If you can wire me for two-way,
you can fill me in as I get to each one.

The first problem, though,
is to get me inside.

Have you got any ideas on that?

The only way to get down
to the first level right now

is through the elevator, and we can't
even open the doors up here.

The whole shaft
is protected by laser.

- Infrared or gas discharge?
- Gas.

CO2, 10,000 watts.

You boys take your elevator shafts
pretty seriously.

- Spare a cigarette?
- Yeah, sure.

- Thank you.
- Take the pack, why don't you.

- You want my lighter too?
- No, thanks. I carry my own matches.

Now, this wiring duct here,

it looks like it runs into
the elevator shaft. Does it?

Yeah, it does. And it's got
a grate on the opening.

But that's not gonna do you any good.
You're still gonna draw the laser there.

That's what I'm counting on.
Can you get me inside?

You know, you're not gonna
be able to see that laser.

- Can you?
- Yeah, I can get you in.

You know, it's gonna take a lot more
than you can carry in that knapsack

to get you through all this.

Well, the bag's not for
what I take, Colson.

It's for what I find along the way.

MacGyver, that mike
is voice-activated.

All you've gotta do is talk.
We'll be listening.

Okey-doke.

Ed, relax. I've got a big date
on Sunday.

I'm playing ball
with my Little Brother.

Well, I've reached the grate.

Can't see any damage so far.

What was that?

Yeah, well, there's nothing wrong
with your laser.

I told you you couldn't get through.

Well, then, maybe it's time
for a smoke.

Come on, pal, how about a light?

Is he really taking the time
for a smoke?

Well, that's kind of pretty.

Gant, remind me to get
another pair of binoculars.

Jeez, I hate to do this.
You're the best pair I ever had.

Binoculars? What the--?

What are you doing
with binoculars?

Well, I'll tell you.

Did you ever see a scorpion
sting itself to death?

Think I'm in.

- What does it look like down there?
- Twilight Zone.

The elevator's jammed
in the shaft,

so I'm gonna find
another way to the lower level.

I'm heading for the bio lab.

- We got a problem, boys.
- What is it, Mac?

Well, the corridor's caved-in
ahead here.

I don't think I can make that bio lab.

Back the other way, MacGyver.
There's a control room.

Hold it a second.

Mac, what's happening?

I'm getting a tapping sound
coming from the direction of the lab.

I got a pretty big girder
in my way here, though.

Come on back to me one more time.

I got some life down here, boys.

Uh, MacGyver, the girder,

can you move it?

Well, that'd take some doing.
It's wedged in here pretty good.

If I could raise it up
about three or four inches,

I might be able to swing it
to one side.

What's that sound?

It was me, Mac.
Just taking a sip of water.

Water.

MacGyver, what are you
doing down there?

Praying my back doesn't give out.

- Anybody hurt seriously?
- Some of us, but we can all walk.

All right. Let's get you out of here.

One at a time, up through that hole.

Make your way to the corridor
from there.

Colson, you got a whole bunch
of people coming your way.

A rope ladder in the elevator shaft
ought to get them topside.

We'll see them out from up here.
Thank you.

Well, we got lucky.
Let's just hope it holds, huh?

Sure you can go on, Mac?

Unless you got another way to
get to Marlowe and Steubens,

I'm just getting lazy.

Marlowe and Steub--?

You're not saying
they're still alive, are you?

Yes, ma'am.
In a lab on the third level.

I know where.

I mean, I was just about to
join them again in his lab

when the first explosion hit.

- Are you going down after them?
- Yeah, well, that's the plan.

It sure would be a big help
if you could tell me

how you made it
all the way back up here.

I'll do better than that. I'll show you.
I'm going with you.

No-- Whoa, whoa. No, I'm sorry,
but the only place you're going

is up through that hole
to the surface.

Oh, no, not without Carl Steubens.

- Look, uh...?
- Spencer. Barbara Spencer.

Barbara, what if I were to tell you

that if I can't stop
an acid leak down there,

in a few hours, they're gonna
flood this whole complex

with sodium hydroxide?

Then I'd say we're wasting time.

Guys, we got a little
change of plan here.

I have a Barbara Spencer
on my hands.

She's coming with me.

God, I hate heights.

Well...

I know this is a stupid time
to ask, but have you got a name?

MacGyver.

MacGyver. That's a good name.

- Any idea what set it off?
- No, it was so sudden

I barely had time to make it
past the electronics lab

before that exploded too.

Huh. Steubens' lab, bio lab,
electronics.

It seems like all the explosions
were somehow connected to the labs.

I don't see how that's possible.
They're all independent of each other.

- This where you came up?
- Yeah.

- There's a stairway--
- Hey, hold it, hold it.

Oh.

Got another way down?

- The gas chamber.
- The what?

It's the nickname we have
around here

for a series of airlocks
around a common lab

that work with sensitive gases.

This way.

Uh, you got three hours
and 27 minutes, Mac.

- How's Spencer holding up?
- She likes my name.

What more could I ask for?

Chocolate.

- Want one of these?
- No, thanks.

How can you think about
eating candy at a time like this

- when chances of getting out of--?
- I know what the odds are.

But I thought we might be able
to store up on a little energy

before we pressed on. Let's go.

- That's strange.
- What's that?

Airlocks along the corridor are
designed to close in any emergency.

MacGyver!

Hurry!

Oh, my God.

Carl? Carl?

We're still alive?

Well, after that explosion,
it's a miracle we are,

but we're trapped down here,
and the intercom, it's on-off-on-off.

- They know we're here?
- Yes, they're trying to get to us.

With all the damage on
the upper levels, it's a...

Oh, no.

Roger. Colonel, the hydroxide tankers
are reaching the complex now.

Get Burke on the line.

Tell him we'll be ready
to flood the complex in 55 minutes.

Listen, we're repairing the circuits

that open the airlock doors
that are behind you.

I hear you.

You have any idea
what kind of gas is in there?

No, I sure don't.

Maybe Spencer does.

Yeah, Colson, I don't think
we can get a fix on it just yet.

We're gonna try the airlock
circuits now.

Okay.

Oh!

Colson?

Yeah. Sorry.

What's the distance
from here to the complex wall?

895 yards, just over a half-mile.
And a straight shot.

Radio Burke.
Tell him we found a spot.

Colson, this is a gas lab, right?

Shouldn't there be some vacuum
pumps to evacuate the air

just in case of an emergency?

Yeah, that's right, there are.

But you would have to go
through the gas to get to them.

And even then, there's no
guarantee that they'll work.

Mac, you can't.

Once you break the seal
on that airlock, the gas will kill you.

Doesn't matter, Gant.

We're gonna run out of air in here
pretty soon anyway.

The switch for the pumps
is on that panel. See it?

All right.

When we open this airlock,

I want you to head straight for
that passage down to the next level.

All right?

Here.

Now, I want you to put this around
your mouth and nose.

It won't keep out the gas,
but it might help a little.

MacGyver, if you don't get
the pumps started--

Hey, hey.

I just wanted to say...

...thanks.

You bet.

It's the indicator lights for the pumps.
They're coming on.

I can't be positive they're working,
but they're on.

Mac? Mac, can you hear me?

Colonel Keel's confirmed, sir. They're
about to go into the launch procedure.

- Thank you.
- Launch procedure?

What launch procedure?
What's he talking about?

Ed, take it easy.
We had no choice.

- About what?
- About the acids.

We can't be sure the sodium hydroxide
flooding's gonna be enough.

We have to fuse the substratum rock
between here and the aquifer.

And we think
an underground missile

aimed at the KIVA foundation
might do it.

A missile?

Well, what happens to the KIVA?

Below the first level,
there won't be a KIVA.

Mac, you've gotta get out of there.
They've got a missile aimed at you.

Mac?

Mac, can you hear me?
Mac, answer me.

Mac, use your intercom. Mac!

Bad news, Spencer.
We lost the two-way mike.

- They don't know where we are now.
- Let's find that acid leak.

The tanks should be this way.

Watch your step now.
This is nasty stuff we're looking for.

MacGyver.

It looks like the explosion
cracked the foundation too.

Acid's running into the ground
through that.

Well, there's nothing
we can do to stop it, is there?

We might be able to whip
up a Band-Aid.

Our first problem, though,
is to get up to that crack.

You think you could balance against
the tank if you stood on my shoulders?

That might get us close enough
to stop that leak.

With what? That's sulfuric acid
up there, remember?

- With these.
- Chocolate bars?

To you they're milk chocolate.

To sulfuric acid,
it's lactose and sucrose,

C12H22011, disaccharides.

The acid will react with the sugars
to form an elemental carbon

and a thick gummy residue.

It should be enough to clog up
that rupture, temporarily at least.

Coming up.

All right, I'm moving over.

All right, the bars are coming up,
right hand.

A little closer.

All right, start stuffing them in
at the angle and work your way over.

Oh, and, Spencer?

Yeah, make sure it melts in the acid
and not in my hand, right?

Yeah.

How much longer
before they launch?

From our last sync
check, nine minutes and 30 seconds.

- I think we got it.
- Yeah.

Nice work, Spencer.

Oh, no.

There's a door to Steubens' lab
right there,

but with all this in the way,
I don't know how we're gonna get...

Well, we're just gonna have to
build ourselves a new door.

Is there any way to communicate
with them?

There's a lab-to-lab intercom.
I'll try it.

Dr. Steubens? Dr. Marlowe?
Can you hear me?

Please. Can you answer this?

Are you all right? Dr. Marlowe?

- Plastique.
- Can you hear me?

A bomb.

- Dr. Marlowe.
- Yes.

- Is Carl all right?
- Oh, yes, he's all right, but...

We're down here on the third level
in metallurgy

just behind the back wall
of your lab.

- No.
- It's them, Carl, they're right there.

They've come to get us.

We're gonna--

Dr. Marlowe, I want you
to build yourselves a barricade

as far from the back wall
as you possibly can.

We're gonna try
and blow an opening in that wall.

- Do you understand?
- We'll do it.

Blow an opening? With what?

Don't tell me you know how to make
a bomb out of a stick of chewing gum.

Why? You got some?

Come on, this is a lab, right?

There's gotta be something here
we can fake it with.

- What kind of lab is this anyway?
- It's metallurgy.

Metallurgy. Metallurgy. Metallurgy.
Come on, MacGyver.

Sodium metal. That'll do it.
Any idea where they might keep it?

In here.

Bingo.

All right, we probably won't need
much more than a few grams,

but we're gonna have to contain
it in something.

- Test tube?
- No, much too big.

And it's got to be water soluble,
something cellulose.

How about a cold capsule?

Yeah.

You know, Spencer, I think you're
starting to get the hang of this.

But I do wish I had known you had
a cold before I kissed you.

Attention.
Six minutes to missile launch.

I say again, six minutes
to missile launch.

All right, now try to find me a glass jar,
about a quart size with a stopper in it,

- and put some water in it, all right?
- Okay.

This capsule hits the water
and dissolves,

the sodium will give off hydrogen,

and enough of a reaction
to ignite it.

Go call Marlowe,
tell him to get down.

We're ready.

Dr. Marlowe, we're gonna try
and blow an opening in the wall now.

All right, Spencer,
do me a favor, will you?

You name it.

Let me go in after Marlowe
and Steubens.

You wait out here, all right?

Why?

Well, chalk it up to superstition,
all right?

Wait here.

Marlowe? Steubens? You all right?

Yeah, we're over here.

Oh.

Get on the intercom.
Try to reach the surface.

Okay.

You, back.

Sidney, get away from
that intercom.

Carl, what is this?
What are you doing?

Have you gone clean out
of your mind?

- MacGyver, is everyone all right?
- Spencer, gosh darn it.

- I told you to wait outside.
- I'm sorry, Barbara.

Carl, I don't understand.

The explosion down here,
it wasn't an accident.

Everybody kept looking for
an accidental explanation

because nothing else made sense.

With all the security of this place, who
could possibly get a bomb to this level?

You and Marlowe, you weren't
supposed to survive.

- No.
- Carl, this makes no sense.

Doesn't it?

You told me Sendrex ordered
a whole new series of experiments,

but that Steubens refused
to accept the results.

So he invites the only other expert
in the field to visit.

One accidental explosion and
all this research is set back 20 years.

Maybe more.

They wanted it to become a weapon.

I've spent my whole life
to stop suffering.

A weapon?

Chain reactions in the ozone.

Without the ozone layer,

the sun's ultraviolet rays
would kill everything on earth.

I think Carl here discovered the key
to make the ozone layer self-destruct.

Didn't you, Carl?

The ultimate doomsday weapon.

I couldn't give them that.

I still can't.

Sidney, we're the only ones
who can stop this.

No!

That was dumb, Spencer.
Very, very dumb.

- Yeah, it also hurts like hell.
- Oh, stop talking, will you?

Colson, I want you to begin
the flooding.

All right, Spencer, it's time
to get you out of here.

You're a lousy liar, MacGyver.

We're out of time,

and they don't even know
we're down here, do they?

There's gotta be some way
to contact the surface.

You did everything
in your power, Mac.

Spencer, you're a genius.

What's going on
with the lights, Colson?

I don't know. Will somebody
tell me what's going on?

- Morse code, sir.
- What's it saying?

Twenty, 19, 18, 17, 16...

"Acid stopped, all safe. Mac."

The missile. The missile.
Abort the launch.

Abort launch. Yes, sir.

Abort launch. Abort launch.
Repeat, abort launch.

Hey, hold it
a second, guys.

What is this, Spence, you trying to get
out of here without saying goodbye?

I'd kiss you, MacGyver,

but I got this cold.

So, what's a little cold between
friends, huh?

You're terrific, Spencer.

Move her out.

You still haven't told me
what you do for a living.

Oh, I'm sort of a repairman.

But I like playing basketball
with you best.

- Okay, what's the deal this time?
- Championship.

Seventh and final game
of this awesomely contested match.

110-109, my team on top,
of course.

- And the clock?
- A paltry three seconds remain.

- Look at that.
- Short Stuff's out.

All right, wait, hold it.
Hold the phone.

- What?
- You better get somebody ready

to measure me
for my championship ring.

- All right, shoot it, shoot it.
- All right.

Reggie stops, pops, and is tops.

A phenomenal shot by a short kid.

The fans go crazy.

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
in 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, sizes and shapes.

I've always been partial to round.

Stay here!

Anything?

Anything?

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

Briefcase!

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.

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.

Come on!

Now you may find this
hard to believe,

but there have been times
when I've had a lot more fun

in the back seat 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 a while back?

Well, I got it...

...and the boys who took it.

Yeah, wanna come pick them up?

I just did.

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, 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.

Sounds like you're sending me

- to a real nice neighborhood.
- Well, it's dangerous. It's important.

Very.

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

No place to buy a condo.

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.

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

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.
- Oh, shucks.

I guess this means I won't have time
to do any shopping.

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.

Grandpa!

I'm sorry!

Keep them moving!

Hurry! Back to the village! Move!

Shh. Quiet.

Quiet.

All right.

I'm on your side.

Just wanna ask you
about this red hat.

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.

You wanna to tell me
where you got the hat?

I will show you.

Who was
that guy who was chasing you?

He is Truang, General Narai's dog.

He in charge of
forced labor for the poppy fields?

- Yes.
- 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.

The Pentagon's not gonna be
too happy.

You're lucky, boy.
I don't have time to punish you now.

- Did he hurt you?
- Who is that?

I know who you are
and what you are doing here!

So do not lie!

French?

English?

- American.
- Well, take your pick.

Wherever you come from,
I know what you are!

- Narcotics agent!
- A what?

Your kind have been
in our area before. I know.

The general is coming!

Get everything ready!

The storeroom.
He will want to see the opium.

His guns!
Make sure his guns are ready!

Move!

Move! Move!

A long time ago, my cousin Allie
got a dog from a pound,

part Airedale, part spaniel,
really 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.

A 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.

Bingo.

Good.

Very good.

My helicopter will become a gunship,

a powerful weapon.

Load them.

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

Tourist?

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?

I've told them, general.
I've warned them you'd be angry.

I care for you...

...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.

My mom used to make
a great broiled chicken.

One of my favorites.

It's funny. I'm starting to feel real
sympathetic towards them chickens.

I'll watch. MacGyver, her name Lin,
my sister.

- Hi.
- Chan 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's very rich and powerful.

We have no way to fight him.

I would fight!

I bet you would, champ.

They are coming.

Lin, please come now.

Been wondering
when somebody'd show up.

Getting some good rays here.

You must work faster! Faster!

Work faster, Ming, you lazy boy!

We only have four days left
to harvest.

- Where did you get that?
- I stole it back from the guardhouse.

For MacGyver,
or he will die out there.

Go to the
narcotics agent and relieve Lo.

Be careful!

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

Are you?

Are you a stupid boy?

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.

A lot of fun.

It sure keeps a crowd occupied.

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 you get...

...the big bang.

No, Chan!

Ming, he needs help!

Well, I guess that's it then.

- Now you're free.
- No.

Truang will reach
General Narai's convoy.

They will return very soon.

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?

If we cannot find our souls,
we do not deserve our lives.

Thank you for what you
have done, MacGyver.

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 gonna go now.

I promised a man I'd do a job for him,
and that's what I gotta do.

I got a chopper to meet.

Everyone, it will be all right!

When General Narai comes back,
we will apologize.

We will beg him to forgive us.

4223-Alpha.

Looks like MacGyver's got the goods.
I'm going in.

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.
- Ming is right.

Narai controls our life
and everything else.

This is a useless conversation.

We have no means to fight, and your
great hope, MacGyver, has gone.

Grandfather!
Lin! MacGyver is back!

I've finished the job I was sent here
to do. What have you all decided?

Are you gonna keep peeling poppies
or are we gonna give this...

...fashion plate Narai
a run for his money?

Teach me to be a soldier, MacGyver.

You are fools!

All of you! You will suffer!

Narai will kill you!

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 of ideas.

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.

It is Narai!

He's just checking us out.
Heading north.

Yes, heading north
to process his opium.

Let's hope they keep him busy
for a while.

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.

We don't have 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.

Hey!

Uh, it's only fair to warn you that these
folks don't want you guys back here.

So if you just wanna turn around and
go back to wherever you came from,

these folks won't hold a grudge.

But I gotta warn you,
if 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.

Herpetologists will tell you everyone
has an inner fear of snakes...

...Including the herpetologists.

Are you afraid of snakes,
MacGyver?

No.

I just don't like being around them.

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.

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.

Of course, the archeologist tells us
the wheel is Man's greatest invention.

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

What are you waiting for?!
Pick up your weapons!

Move out!

General?

Gentlemen,

you're in time for the buffet.

Our short-order cook just
turned on the gas.

Now we are free.

Yeah.