Macgyver s03e10 Episode Script

Blow Out

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 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! - Hands on your heads, 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.
I'm not playing with you.
Gimme that! Everybody shut up and nobody gets hurt.
You first.
- Don't hurt me! Please! - Put that stuff in the bag.
Let's go! Forget the checks and coins.
- No, not this! - Come on.
Put it in the bag.
- All right.
- All right, you! A dash of the right spices, a little baking soda - You too, your watch.
-vinegar, and we have the recipe for a very unpleasant surprise.
Where you going, buddy? Hold it right there.
That's it.
Okay, people The ring too, lady.
Come on, get it off.
Come on, lady.
The necklace, come on, off.
I can't do it any faster.
Hold it! Just freeze where you are.
Give me your wallet and your watch.
Now! All right, it's yours.
That's it.
Get the watch! It's just a cheapo.
Way to go, kid! I thought you were going to stay home and take care of that cold.
I was.
I am.
How was I to know I would walk into a robbery? Police kept me tied up for hours.
Well, the hidden cost of heroism.
Do yourself a favour.
Go down to the research library, find the books you want and go home to bed.
Good morning, MacGyver.
- I thought you were home in bed.
- I'm working on it.
Here you go.
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.
You understand this doesn't necessarily mean we'll work together.
- Oh, of course not.
- It's nothing personal here, mind you.
But we do seem to work in different ways.
- People - I'm a professional.
- You make up stuff as you go.
- Whatever works.
- Right.
- Nikki A well-organized plan is better than a seat-of-the-pants approach.
To each his own.
It's not your problem.
If it makes 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.
Go home and take care of your cold.
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! 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.
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 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 doing 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.
Yes, officer.
No, actually, I got a very good look at him.
Yes.
Hey, stop that! Bad boy! I'm sorry, I'm not talking to you, officer.
I'm babysitting my neighbour's dog, and he's driving me absolutely crazy.
All the credit card notifications have been made.
The report? I'm giving you the report now.
Can't we just do this over the phone? No.
Tonight? 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.
Bunky, come on.
Nikki, what's going on? What are you doing here? Listen, I'm sorry to drop in on you like this, but 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.
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 lot they can do.
Well, we've all got enemies in this business.
Any heavyweights in your past that could have done this? Well, sure.
Tomorrow morning we should call Pete.
He can run 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 just forget it.
Bunky, come on.
Bunky! That's it, boy.
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.
Cross reference it and put a printout on my desk before tomorrow morning.
That's right.
In case you're not aware, 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.
Turns out he's got friends in town laying down threats to get him released.
- They blew the face off a post office.
- 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 1 1.
00 with a full press conference.
- Anything I can do to help? - Yes.
Go home.
Take care of that cold.
I've got all the help I need to chase down this lead.
- Friend of Markus? - Yeah, we got it from Interpol.
Seems that Markus' number one man, somebody called Major, 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.
- 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? - 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, 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.
She's not gonna 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.
Then you come to me to tell me that you're worried about her.
Did you think of having a normal conversation? We'll have plenty to talk about once I get this information.
- 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, Pete.
And 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? 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 because she's jinxed.
- Is that it? - Let me out! You think my involvement will get me killed - because it got your husband killed? - 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 gonna get hurt.
I'm sorry.
Oh, I'm sorry.
This place is a mess.
They haven't fixed the window.
You get changed.
I'll take you back to the houseboat.
I appreciate your help, but it's me this maniac is after.
I can't 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? 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 bomb went off.
- What bomb? - Oh, it's been all over the news.
It connects with the extradition Pete worked on last month.
- They want him released.
- You mean the Markus? The terrorist that killed Americans on that ship? Yeah.
It's possible the people trying to spring him got your wallet yesterday.
- Why? - You got a good look at him? You could identify him? That's why.
Get your coat.
- Let's get on with this composite.
- Okay.
- How's that for the eyes? - Much narrower.
- How's that? - 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? It was more chiselled.
Chiselled.
There.
That's it.
That's him.
Forensic team came up with a lead on that wire.
- They traced it already? - Yeah, Webber Pyrotechnics.
They reported a large inventory loss two weeks ago.
And the identification taggers from the post office blast verify it's the same batch of explosives.
Those places are high security.
They are.
It's being investigated as an inside job.
- So is this our man? - Pretty close.
I'll put it into the system, see if we can get him through Interpol files.
We can check out the explosives plant.
Maybe somebody out there knows the guy.
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? - I don't like people getting hurt.
- I read the papers.
- You're breaking my heart.
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 fibre'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.
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 did it come from? - Somebody's following.
Well, then we shouldn't disappoint them.
- What are you doing? - I'm leaving them a little surprise.
You, Erik.
It doesn't look like Emerald City, but it's definitely the end of the line.
Get me Pete, will you? - Yeah? - 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.
He's the kind of lowlife that Major would need to pull this off.
I'll be down there soon, with backup.
Right.
I'm going in.
Please, stay put.
- He's dead? - Nikki, get out of here.
What is it? Explosives wired to a weight displacement pad.
- If I move, it blows.
- What are you going to do? I 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? - 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.
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.
Markus is still behind bars, so the bomb threat is on.
Major is gonna blow something up at high noon.
- Pete? - Yeah? - Is 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 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? Put out a bulletin to evacuate the Hall of Justice and surrounding buildings.
Start surveillance on 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.
MacGyver! They say they can't turn it off.
Can you do anything? - No.
- No? - No! - What do you mean, no? - Where's that bomb squad! - It's too late.
The whole truck's a bomb.
I've got to get it out of here.
Well, you've got less than ten minutes.
I've got to drive it off the Second Street pier, that's our only chance.
Second Street pier, run an escort.
Let's go! He's never gonna make it to the harbour, it's too far.
Come on! 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! There's a bomb in it! Caught your old lady taking a special delivery from the mail man, 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! Clear out of here! Come on back.
Come on, keep it coming.
Come on.
Keep it coming.
Wait! Now get out of here! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six three - It worked.
- It sure did.
You could have been What if that cement truck hadn't been there? - I'd have gone to plan B.
- What was that? I don't know.
Plan A worked.
Sorry.