All language subtitles for MACGR310

Anyone who sounds like this should be home in bed.

The fact is, I was, but after a weekend

of hearing myself sneeze...

I was desperate.

So, here I am, searching for the ingredients

to an old home remedy.

Excuse me.

Can you tell me where I can find some eucalyptus leaves?

Australia.

Thanks for your help.

All right, folks! You know what this is!

Everybody listen up!

Do what you're told and you don't get hurt!

Come on. Hands on your head now.

You! Take this bag and fill it.

Hurry up. Come on!

I knew I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.

Move it.

You think we're playing with you? Come on!

My search for a cure for the common cold

turned into finding a remedy for robbery.

Come on!

I figured some homemade tear gas just might do the trick.

Come on. I'm not playing with you. Come on. Gimme that!

Everybody shut up and nobody gets hurt.

- You first. - Don't hurt me! Please!

Now you. Start stuffing that bag. Let's go.

Forget the checks and coins. Come on. Come on.

Please, stop.

- Come on. - No. No, not this!

- Put it in the bag. - All right.

All right -- you!

A dash of the right spices, a little baking soda...

You too, lady.

Some vinegar...

What? Come on. Come on.

And we have the recipe for a very unpleasant surprise.

Where you going, buddy? Hold it right there.

That's it.

Okay, people.

The quicker we're done, the quicker we're out of here.

The ring too, lady.

I can't get it off.

Come on. Get it off.

Come on, lady.

The necklace, come on.

I can't do it any faster.

Hold it!

Just freeze where you are.

Give me your wallet and your watch.

Now!

Right. Right, it's yours.

That's it. Get the watch. Get the watch!

It's just a cheapo.

Way to go, kid!

MacGyver, I thought you were going to stay home in bed

and take care of that cold.

I was. I am.

How was I to know I was going to walk into a robbery?

Police kept me tied up for hours.

Well, the hidden cost of heroism.

Do yourself a favor, will you?

Go down to the research library, find the books you want,

and go home to bed.

Well, good morning, MacGyver.

I thought you were home in bed.

I'm working on it.

Here you go, Pete.

I guess that makes it official.

Well, it certainly does.

Congratulations.

Welcome to the Phoenix Foundation.

Thank you.

The executive committee met yesterday,

and officially voted Nikki on board.

Oh, hey. That's terrific.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Of course, you understand

this doesn't necessarily mean we'll be working together.

Oh, of course not.

It's nothing personal here, mind you,

but we do seem to work in different ways.

People.

That's right. I'm a professional,

and you make up stuff as you go along.

- Whatever works. - That's right.

Nikki.

We all know that a well-organized plan

is much better than your seat-of-the-pants-approach.

To each his own. It's not your problem.

Look, if it'll make any difference,

there is a specific clause in Nikki's contract

guaranteeing that she is allowed to work alone,

unless circumstances dictate otherwise.

All right?

Does that clear this up?

Yeah.

It's fine.

Oh, thank you.

Good.

Now, you go home and take care of your cold,

and you -- take the rest of the day off.

Just... get out of my hair, will you?

Some of us have work to do.

Okay.

What's gotten into him?

He gets cranky sometimes.

You ought to watch where you're going!

Oh. Hey, give me a hand.

Hey!

My wallet!

You let that woman see you?

You're a fool!

How can you be so careless?

The freedom of Markus is at stake here.

Hey, listen. I never signed on to get in this deep to begin with.

I'm supposed to be a supplier, not a delivery boy.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

You'll swing with the rest of us if that woman identifies you.

That's your problem.

That's our problem.

Then you take care of it. Murder isn't part of our deal.

Our "deal" was for you to see

that our arrangements are carried out smoothly.

What's with you guys? I get you cars.

I fix you up real nice here in my warehouse.

I even supply your fireworks.

Now you want me to make a hit.

Okay.

I'll do it.

But it's gonna cost you.

Who are you kidding?

You don't want my business, shop someplace else.

You should be flattered I'm willing to do this for you personally.

Very well.

Nicole Carpenter.

Attractive.

All right.

Make it clean.

We don't need any more complications.

He got my wallet, and everything in it.

Yes, officer. No, actually, I got a very good look at him.

Yes.

Hey! Stop that! Bad boy!

No, I'm sorry. I'm not talking to you, officer,

I'm, I'm baby-sitting my neighbor's dog,

and he's driving me absolutely crazy.

The credit cards, yes, all the notifications have been made.

A report? I'm giving you the report now.

Can't we just do this over the phone?

No.

Tonight? I-I can't tonight. I've got to work in the morning.

All right, all right. Yes.

I'll be down there in 20 minutes.

Come on, Bunky.

Hey!

Door's open.

Hey.

Come back here. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Nikki, what's going on?

What are you doing here?

Listen, I'm sorry to drop in on you like this, but...

MacGyver, I need to talk to you.

You? And me? Talk?

I think somebody's trying to kill me.

What?

Well, for starters, I got mugged today.

Mugged?

Yeah.

This guy comes flying out of nowhere,

knocks me down, grabs my wallet,

jumps into a getaway car, complete with driver,

and then tonight, I'm headed down to the police station

to fill out a report,

and some maniac nearly runs me down.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Robbed, nearly flattened by some lunatic driver.

It's been a perfectly swell day.

Yeah.

Well, what'd the police say?

What could they say?

I gave them a description of the mugger,

what I could see of the car.

There's not a heck of a lot they can do.

Well, we've all got enemies in this business.

You got any heavyweights in your past that could have done this?

Well, sure.

First thing tomorrow morning, we should call Pete.

He can run down some names in your personnel file.

Kind of check on their whereabouts, stuff like that.

Oh, I don't want to bother Pete about this.

I mean, it's probably a full moon or something.

Or just plain old life in the big city.

Look, let's... let's just forget it.

Bunky! Come on, Bunky!

I'll call you in the morning.

Thanks, MacGyver.

Look, I don't care how late it is.

I want every scrap of information

relating to that terrorist attack on the cruise ship

in the Mediterranean last month.

Well, then cross-reference it and put a printout on my desk

before tomorrow morning.

That's right.

In case you're not aware of it,

we're operating in a crisis mode around here.

You all right?

Yeah. What's going on around here, Pete?

Markus... again.

Markus?

Didn't you help the feds nail him weeks ago?

I did. Now it turns out that he's got friends in town

laying down threats to get him released.

They blew the face off a post office this afternoon.

Anybody get hurt?

No, fortunately.

But now they're threatening to blow up a whole city block

by noon tomorrow

if he's not released by 11:00 with a full press conference.

Anything I can do to help?

Yes. Go home and take care of that cold.

I've got all the help I need to chase down this one lead.

Friend of Markus?

Yeah. We got it from Interpol.

Seems that, uh... Markus' #1 man --

somebody they call Major --

has managed to slip into the country with a bomb expert.

Come on, Pete. There's got to be something I can do.

There is.

Go home and take care of the cold.

MacGyver, I don't need your help now.

Okay. All right.

But I do need yours.

Pete...

I need to look at Nikki's dossier.

Why?

Somebody snatched her wallet

and, apparently, tried to run her over -- deliberately.

- Run her over? - Yeah.

- Is she all right? - Oh, yeah, she's fine.

But, apparently, it rattled her enough

that she had to come see me.

She started to ask for help, and then backed off.

It wasn't something you said?

No. As a matter of fact, I tried to be very helpful.

Look, if somebody is after her,

it could be somebody from her past,

and the only way I can think of helping

is to look at her files.

Well, she's not going to like it. You know that.

You got a better suggestion?

Oh, boy. You two amaze me. You know that?

She comes to you for help, and then won't ask for it.

And then you come to me to tell me that you're worried about her.

Did you two ever think of having a normal conversation?

We'll have plenty to talk about once I get this information.

You sure there's nothing I can do to help?

Positive.

Thornton.

Really?

All right. I'll be right down.

That was the FBI. They finally got a lead.

It seems this guy Major may have recruited some local talent.

Oh, by the way. That information is classified.

It doesn't leave this office.

I know that, Pete.

And, uh... press the "Clear" button before you leave.

Or die.

Forget it, Bunky. I bathe alone.

Give me a break, Bunky.

I've had a bad day.

Bunky.

Oh, great.

The power's gone out.

Bunky?

Nikki?

You all right?

He would have killed me.

You know, what you need is a good night's sleep.

I can find a room someplace, you know.

No. Until we get this thing figured out,

this is the safest place for you.

That clown was no professional hit man; that's for sure.

Meaning?

Meaning I don't think he was enough of a pro

to be connected to any of the five families you investigated

while you were with Senator Tagney.

How did you know about those investigations?

You have read my file.

Haven't you?

Yeah. I had to.

How dare you go digging into my private life!

Somebody is after you.

You came to me for help.

Well, I don't need your help.

I don't want you involved.

Do you understand me? I'll just handle this myself.

Nobody gets close to Nikki Carpenter

because Nikki is jinxed. Is that it?

Let me out of here!

You think my involvement here is going to get me killed

because it got your husband killed, right?!

Stop it!

How much longer can you go on telling people you're divorced?

How much longer can you go on blaming yourself?

It was my fault.

I should have known.

It was a mob hit, and that car bomb

was meant for me, not him.

Oh, God, not him.

It's all right.

Nobody's going to get hurt.

I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry.

This place is a mess.

They still haven't fixed the window.

Look, why don't you just get changed?

I'll take you back to the houseboat.

I appreciate your help, MacGyver,

but it's me this maniac is after.

I can't just sit on my tail and wait for you to solve the problem.

You can keep your tail from getting shot off.

Will you just let me handle it?

How about no?

You know, your place is a lot different

than I thought it would be.

What were you expecting?

I don't know. Something a little...

fluffier, I guess.

Fluffier? Well, at least it isn't early Boy Scout.

Or should I say, wasn't?

Not until that lunatic showed up here last night.

God. I hope I can get that nightmare out of my mind.

That's it, isn't it?

That's what he must have used last night.

Yeah, probably.

This is asbestos wire -- the kind they use for explosives.

You don't pick this stuff up at your local hardware store.

What?

Where were you mugged yesterday?

Shopping area around Fifth and Town.

- Near the post office? - Yeah.

That's where the terrorist's bomb went off.

What bomb?

It's been all over the news.

It connects with the Markus extradition Pete worked on last month.

They want him released.

You mean the Markus?

The terrorist that killed those Americans on that cruise ship?

Yeah. It's just possible the people trying to spring him

got their hands on your wallet yesterday.

Why?

You got a good look at him, didn't you?

You could identify him?

That's why. Get your coat.

All right, let's get on with the composite.

How's that for the eyes?

Much narrower.

How's that?

No. That's too narrow. Widen them up a bit.

There.

But somehow the nose doesn't match quite right with those eyes.

It was longer, I think.

Longer.

Was it flat, do you remember?

More chiseled.

Chiseled.

There.

That's it. That's him.

The forensic team came up with a lead on the source of that wire.

They traced it already?

Yeah. Weber Pyrotechnics.

They reported a large inventory loss two weeks ago,

and it turns out that the identification taggets from the post office blast

verify that it's the same batch of explosives.

I thought those places were supposed to be high-security.

They are. It's being investigated as an inside job.

So, is this our man?

Pretty close.

Good, I'll put it into the system

and see if we can get a make on him through Interpol files.

We can check out the explosives plant.

Maybe somebody out there knows the guy.

Well, we can start with the personnel office.

Maybe the guy works here.

- Don't bother. - Why?

That's him.

The driver.

Okay.

Let's take him.

Wait! Wait.

He'll get away.

Well, that's the idea.

Just wait here.

This is the last time.

You don't like the deal. Is that it?

I don't like people getting hurt.

- I read the papers. - You're breaking my heart.

I'll tell you what.

This is your chance to take a stand.

You don't want to do business with me, don't take the money.

Damn you.

Your moral fiber's an example to all of us.

What was that all about?

Well, we give him a head start,

and then follow the yellow brick road.

...and a ten percent chance of rain.

That's it for KBLY News.

- Now back to music... - So be it.

Well?

Was Markus on the news?

Not a word.

So they will hear from us at noon.

Did you get those blasting caps I asked for?

I'll put them on your bill.

The girl -- you've taken care of that, too?

No problem. She's singing with the angels.

Good.

You fool.

Look at this!

What?

- Where'd that come from? - Somebody's trying to follow him.

Well, then... we shouldn't disappoint them.

What are you doing?

I'm going to leave them a little surprise.

You, Erik.

Well, it sure doesn't look like Emerald City,

but it's definitely the end of the line.

Get me Pete, will you?

Yeah?

Pete, we're down in the industrial area,

just north of Boundary Road.

The trail leads to a warehouse down here.

Okay, good work.

We've ID'd him as Erik Dunlap.

And he's just the kind of lowlife

that Major would need to pull this off.

I'll be down there as soon as I can, with backup.

Right.

I'm going in.

Please, stay put.

He's dead?

Nikki, get out of here.

What is it?

Plastic explosives wired to a weight displacement pad.

If I move, it blows.

What are you going to do?

I, uh...

if I can displace my weight with something that weighs as much,

or more than I do,

I'll be able to step off this thing...

I think.

Now get out of here.

Go.

MacGyver!

MacGyver!

Interesting way to travel.

You had me scared to death.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Sure cleared the sinuses.

Look familiar?

MacGyver? Nikki?

Over here, Pete.

Yeah, look at this.

What happened?

They were expecting me.

- You all right? - Yeah, we're fine.

The guy in there could use a coroner.

Erik Dunlap.

Well, Markus is still behind bars where he belongs,

so the bomb threat is on.

That guy Major's gonna blow something up at high noon.

Pete?

Yeah?

Isn't that the post office they blew up?

Yes, it sure is.

What about that?

That's the Hall of Justice.

That could be their next target.

That is right smack in the middle of downtown!

My God, that place is huge. We may never find that bomb.

I'd be willing to bet they pieced together a mail truck.

And turned it into a bomb.

Let's go.

- Officer. - Yes?

I recommend you put out a bulletin

to evacuate the Hall of Justice and all surrounding buildings

and start a surveillance on any mail trucks.

This is where we teach them the meaning of compliance.

Activate the bomb.

Juice!

Let's go.

Hold it! Freeze!

Hit the sidewalk! Now!

You do what I say, or I'll put a hole in you!

The bomb -- how do you disarm it?

You're too late.

Maybe next time you'll listen to us.

I suggest we all get out of here.

It's going to blow at noon. Nothing can stop it.

Whoa.

MacGyver!

They say they can't turn it off.

Can you do anything?

No. No?

No!

MacGyver, what do you mean, no?

Where's that bomb squad?!

Pete, it's too late for that.

The whole truck's a bomb. I've got to get it out of here.

Well, you've got less than ten minutes.

I got to drive it off the 2nd Street Pier.

That's the only chance we got.

2nd Street Pier, run an escort. Let's go!

You're never gonna make it to the harbor; it's too far.

Come on!

MacGyver, you've got less than five minutes left!

Get out of here!

I need you to fill that mail truck with cement fast!

What is this? You kidding?

No, I'm not kidding! There's a bomb in it!

Caught your old lady taking a "special delivery"

from the mailman, huh?

Nice touch.

Very original.

Please, will you just move your truck forward

and back it into the van when I get behind you?

You're not kidding, are you?

No, I'm not!

Get people out of here. There's a bomb in here!

Get out of here! There's a bomb!

There's a bomb! Get out of here!

Come on back.

Come on. Keep it coming.

Come on.

Keep it coming.

Whoa!

Now, get out of here!

Ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six...

...three...

It worked.

It sure did.

MacGyver, you could've been...

What if that cement truck hadn't have been there?

I'd have gone to plan B.

What was that?

I don't know.

Plan A worked.

Sorry.