To the Wilsons,
and the snows of mount Kilimanjaro.
All: To the Wilsons.
Brett: Really nice place...
(Holly chattering)
Hey, Brett. Get a load of this.
Your little friend is out like a light.
I couldn't get rid of her, okay?
Relax.
What she doesn't know won't hurt her.
(Car approaching)
Uh-oh. Trouble.
The maid.
Uh, I thought you said you checked on the maid.
It's her day off. I saw her leave.
Yeah, right.
All right, nobody panic.
I'll grab the loot, you guys split.
We'll meet back at the club.
- (Finger snapping) - Lisa.
- Huh?
Lisa, come on.
Come on, Lisa. We got to get out of here.
All right.
Who are you? What do you want?
What do you want?
(Screaming)
Kiley: Thanks for comin' at this late hour.
I'm really sorry to drag you down here, MacGyver.
Well, did you get a name on this kid?
No. She still insists she'll only talk to you.
Nobody else.
Well, that's weird.
Yeah, I think she's involved in that string of burglaries
out on royal beach.
Uh-oh. Here we go.
Hi, MacGyver.
Lisa?
Uh, Lisa who?
Woodman.
Her father's Eric woodman.
Oh, that big wall street guy.
Whoopee.
You want to tell me what's goin' on here?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
That's why I had them call you instead of my parents.
At least you'll listen.
Uh, thanks.
All right, so sit down. I'm listening.
I did not break into Darlene's house.
She's my friend. I know where she hides her house key.
I'm on the outs with my parents, okay?
This afternoon they freaked me out.
They could yell and shout all they wanted to. I was out of there.
I knew the Wilsons were on vacation, so I crashed at their place.
Uh, uh, detective Kiley said there was a burglary?
Yeah, and a maid was hurt. He won't let me forget it.
But I didn't do it, MacGyver.
I might have left the door unlocked, but I was so tired.
All I could think about was goin' to sleep.
Oh, yeah. Booze does that to you.
You were drinking?
How many times do I have to tell you people?
I ate a bunch of candy cordials.
You know the kind with the real liquor in the middle?
That's what they smelled on my breath.
Uh-huh. Yeah.
MacGyver, have I ever lied to you?
Brett: What took you guys so long?
Whoo! Was that a trip!
That was close.
Too close.
Aw, come on, Holly, that's what it's all about.
The excitement. The hunt.
Or as my old man, Arthur b. Reynolds,
the great white hunter would say,
"The thrill of the hunt."
I don't think my folks would ever cut me off without a dime
like your father did.
Well, you didn't flunk out of Stanford.
Oh, no, no, wait a minute here.
I didn't flunk out.
I mean, you've got to go to classes to flunk out.
(All laughing)
Brett, your dad was paying the bills.
He had the money.
You know, my dad used to always say,
"get a job, do somethin' with that brain of yours."
Well, I'm usin' it.
Here, put this with the other stuff.
Where's Lisa?
Beats me. Once we split the house, everybody was on their own.
Why don't you give her a call, make sure she got home okay.
What's happening? I thought we were out of here.
Adam, come on, we just scored!
Kick back, savor the moment.
We're cool here.
The maid answered. She's not at home.
You didn't say anything? No.
I knew we shouldn't have let her tag along.
I didn't hear anybody complaining when Lisa paid for all the beer.
Hey, she's the one that wanted to impress us with all her credit cards.
Time-out.
Holly will talk to her at school tomorrow, okay?
It'll be fine.
And if it isn't?
Then Lisa's got a problem, doesn't she?
Katherine: Lisa?
Look at you!
Where have you been, young lady?
Out.
MacGyver, what...
- What are you doing here? - Uh...
Can we talk?
Well, sure. In here.
We were worried sick.
Sure you were.
Lisa, don't start!
Start what?
I'm flattered you even noticed I was gone.
Look at your hair.
Uh, Katherine, Eric, I think that can wait.
What MacGyver is trying to say is I've been busted.
Busted?
A house was robbed and a maid assaulted.
The police found Lisa inside. Asleep.
Huh, naturally you think I'm guilty.
Which I am not!
You were with Holly again, weren't you?
We know you weren't in school today. They called.
I got Lisa released into my custody, but there will be a hearing.
Oh, lord.
Sorry if it's an inconvenience.
That's it, young lady. You go up to your room right now.
This minute, go!
Like I told you, MacGyver, we don't get along too well.
(Sighing)
Will somebody tell me what's goin' on here?
I wish I knew.
We're at our wits end.
You should have seen her last report card.
- Three "d's" and two "f's." - Lisa?
Not to mention, 15 unexcused absences.
Well, what is it? What's goin' on?
Kiley: You have good reason to be concerned, MacGyver.
Lisa woodman lied to you.
We contacted the Wilsons.
There's no daughter named Darlene
And they've never heard of Lisa.
And about her not drinking?
Take a look at the arresting officer's report.
"Pronounced odor of alcohol, slurred speech, poor coordination."
Yeah. It takes a lot more than candy cordials to get that ripped.
Well, that could explain her behavior.
Uh, let me guess.
Lying, problems at home,
rotten grades, new friends.
Alcohol related?
It's nothing new.
Five million American kids abuse alcohol
By the time they hit the 12th grade.
Look, MacGyver, I hate to, uh, burst your bubble,
But whatever the reason, Lisa was in on the Wilson job.
Meaning she better pray that maid makes it out of intensive care.
(Bell ringing)
(Kids chattering)
Holly: Lisa, wait up!
- (Car honking) - Holly.
I've been looking all over for you.
What happened yesterday?
Nothing happened. Why?
You didn't know I was arrested?
Arrested? Where?
At the Wilson house.
Lisa, no.
How come you guys didn't wake me up?
We did. You must have fallen back asleep.
The police said the place was robbed.
And a maid pushed down a flight of stairs.
Holly, I can't remember anything.
It wasn't us, was it?
Really, Lisa...
I mean, partying at a friend's beach house
without permission is one thing,
but robbing and hurting someone? No way.
Somebody must have broken in while you were zonked out.
That's what I told the police.
What else did you tell them?
Lisa?
MacGyver.
Meet my best friend, Holly.
Hi.
Holly's a senior. And head cheerleader.
What are you doing here?
I'd like to talk to you. Maybe I can give you a ride home?
Well, gotta run. See you, Lisa.
I'm the only 9th grader Holly even talks to.
Is that good?
Never mind. You wouldn't understand.
Yeah, there seems to be a lot I don't understand.
Oh. Well, what now?
Well, you lied to me yesterday.
I'd like to know why.
(Car honking)
And the police report said
you smelled of alcohol, your speech was slurred,
And your coordination was lousy.
What else am I supposed to think?
Okay, I lied. There. Are you happy?
No.
I wanna know what really happened.
I cut classes to go to a beach party.
There was a lot of beer and stuff and...
Well, I didn't wanna be a drag, so I had a few.
Yeah. Then what?
I got sick, then I got sleepy.
Someone said the Wilson house had an open window.
So I climbed in and looked for a place to lie down and die.
That's all I can remember.
Now, why didn't you tell that to the police in the first place?
(Scoffs)
And let my mother and father know I'd been drinking?
Come on, MacGyver, what's the big deal?
Didn't you experiment when you were a kid?
Yeah. Once. When I was 11.
You see?
Freddie mapes and I put away a six-pack
in less than an hour one time.
You got loaded?
Yeah.
I kept telling myself it tasted great.
But all of a sudden I didn't know what I was doing.
I couldn't walk straight, I couldn't talk straight.
For me, there was nothing to like about it.
Freddie liked it just fine.
So much so that it cost us our friendship.
Because he wasn't as perfect as you?
No.
Because five years later he got drunk
and wrapped his dad's car around a tree.
His girlfriend is now a paraplegic.
And Freddie is dead.
(Sighing)
You really think I have a drinking problem, don't you?
- I don't know. - Well, I don't!
I was just doing what every other kid does. Including you.
All right. Fine.
But will you do me a favor?
I want you to take a little test.
It's called "twenty questions for adolescents."
A lot of schools are starting to use this approach.
It's kind of new.
They're just trying to get the kids to be honest with themselves.
So, there's no lecturing, no hassling, no parents.
Just you and the pencil.
"Do you use alcohol or drugs to build self-confidence?"
If anybody should take this test, it's my mother.
Lisa, this isn't about anybody else. It's about you.
Now, come on, it'll only take a couple of minutes.
Then I'll take you home, all right?
(Sighing)
"do you ever drink or get high
"immediately after you have a problem
"at home or at school?" No way.
"Have you ever missed school due to alcohol or drugs?"
You can relax, MacGyver, I'm not an alcoholic.
Katherine: Lisa!
Up here, please.
Excuse us a moment, MacGyver. Eric's in his study.
David, trust me. Langston has to sell.
We're the only game in town.
All right, you, too.
MacGyver.
- Eric, I 'd like to talk to you about Lisa. - Again?
Lisa's all we talk about around here.
Yeah, well, I think I know why.
Well, glad somebody does. I'm all ears.
She's been drinking.
How much and for how long, I don't know. But it could be a problem.
Lisa drinking?
Impossible. We would've known.
Eric, I know it sounds like a cliche,
but sometimes parents are the last to know.
The warning signs are definitely there.
What warning signs?
The lying, staying out till all hours,
mood changes, sudden drop in grades.
Lisa: Daddy!
Daddy, would you please get mother off my back?
Your father has already seen the photostats of your signature.
Lisa used my credit card to charge enough food to feed an army.
- Mother! - What is the matter with you?
- Nothing is the matter with me. - I give up.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! C-Can I say something here?
You've already said something.
Well then, why isn't anybody listening?
Look, I've known you guys for a long time.
I love you all, I consider you my friends.
So, please trust me when I tell you that as a family,
it looks like you're falling apart.
MacGyver thinks Lisa's becoming an alcoholic.
- Oh, Eric! - What?
I hate you, MacGyver!
I hate you!
All I said was that she could have a problem.
A teenager can abuse alcohol and not be an alcoholic.
In fact, some researchers say it could start with a defective gene.
I beg your pardon?
Are you suggesting alcoholism runs in the family?
That is a horrible thing to say!
I'm not being judgmental here.
I think it's time you left, MacGyver.
I'm just trying to help!
Well, I'll tell you how you can do it. Get out of this house, now!
Oh, come on, Eric. Come on.
Get out! And don't come back!
And I thought he was our friend.
Look who just left for the Congo.
We're back in business.
Brett, you didn't tell me about the maid getting hurt.
Well, she got in my way. She just fell down a couple of stairs.
She's gonna be all right.
How'd you find out about that?
I talked to Lisa.
The police found her at the Wilson house.
Oh, great. What'd she tell 'em?
I don't know. Some guy named MacGyver interrupted us
before I could find out.
Was he a cop?
I don't know.
But he wanted to talk to Lisa real bad.
We better check her out.
Bye, Hanna.
Hey, Lisa. Ready for school?
Sure.
- Hi, Brett. - Hi.
Hey, I got a better idea. Why don't we go to the beach?
Sounds cool to me. How about you?
Gee. I don't know. I'm in enough trouble already.
Folks again?
They're threatening to send me back
to private school in Switzerland.
So, what difference does it make?
Nothing you do pleases them.
Brett: Hey, look at the bright side.
If you get 'em mad enough, they'll never speak to you again.
You're right. Let's do it.
Kiley: I... i don't believe my ears.
You mean you actually agree with me that Lisa was in on the Wilson job?
Mike, what I said was
I thought she might be hanging out with whoever did it.
I know she's not a thief.
So, what do you want from me?
Well, help me find out who they are.
Mike, come on, you're my last hope.
Her parents want nothin' to do with me.
I really hit a nerve with them.
Come on, you had to have come up with something.
Look, I have got nothing.
What, not even fingerprints?
MacGyver, I've got six burglary victims, all on vacation.
That's it.
Well, what about airlines? Destinations for those people.
Nothing connects. I got the vouchers right here.
Mind if I take a look?
(Sighing)
Attaboy.
Listen, uh, spread the word.
If everything checks out with Lisa,
I've got the perfect gig set up.
Adam: How do you know she's gonna level with us?
Trust me.
This stuff is better than truth serum.
And she can't get enough of it.
♪♪(Music playing on stereo)
Here you go, Lisa.
Oh, gosh. I can't, Brett.
What's the matter? Mom and dad?
MacGyver.
MacGyver? What's he to you?
My best friend.
Until he called me a drunk.
There's no way I'm gonna give him
or my parents the satisfaction.
How are they gonna know?
They aren't.
I mean, unless one beer is gonna put you over the edge.
Out of control.
I can stop any time I want.
Hmm. That's what they all say, Lisa.
Okay. I'll prove it.
One beer. Then I got to go, okay?
Hey, Mike.
We've got a common denominator here.
All these tickets were booked through the same travel agency.
Safari gun and travel club.
Right. It's the only agency in royal beach. Everybody uses 'em.
(Telephone ringing)
It could mean something, you know.
Kiley. Yeah, bill.
Lisa woodman? Yeah, yeah, I got it.
That's detective lubash, homicide.
The Wilson maid just died.
They wanna talk to Lisa.
Oh, man.
I'll tell you what. You wanna help me out?
You bring Lisa down here,
and I'll check out this travel agency.
Got it.
♪♪(Music playing)
(Adam whooping)
Adam: All right, Lisa!
(Adam laughing)
Whoa. Whoa.
(Panting)
Help yourself.
Oh, if MacGyver could only see you now.
Don't mention that name.
What is he, a cop?
No. He's an ex-friend.
(Seagulls cawing)
How'd the house check out?
Perfect, secluded, no alarm system.
- But we gotta forget about ripping it off. - What are you talkin' about?
I just heard it on the news.
That maid you pushed down the stairs, she's dead. She's dead, man!
Jonathan, shh, shh, shh.
Take it easy. Slow down.
That's murder. The police find out and we'll all end up in jail.
So, who says they're gonna find out?
'Cause that little brat's gonna tell 'em just to save her own skin.
Don't bet on it.
Just go down and join the fun.
I'll take care of everything, okay?
Sure, Brett. Whatever you say.
Holly: What's the matter?
Nothing. Why don't you go home for a while?
Relax, I'll call you later, okay?
Brett, what's wrong?
What's goin' on?
The maid died.
We're gonna have to do somethin' about Lisa.
Brett, you wouldn't hurt her, would you?
Holly, you've been in on this thing from the beginning.
If Lisa talks, you go to jail with the rest of us.
- I know... - Holly.
I said I'd take care of it.
Now, just go home. Go on.
Hey, Holly?
What are you doing here?
I'm lookin' for Lisa.
Well, I certainly don't know where she is.
Well, that's weird.
The woodman's maid said you and a friend picked her up on the way to school.
Well, that must have been someone else. It wasn't me.
Goin' somewhere?
I'm gonna visit my grandmother's.
You're gonna miss an awful lot of school.
Holly,
Lisa's your friend. If you have any idea...
Lisa's a bratty 9th grader who won't leave me alone.
- That's all she is, okay? - Hey, look,
A woman died this morning. They're trying to blame Lisa for it.
Look, I don't have...
Holly: What a mess. Look what you made me do!
Is this your boyfriend?
Yeah. Sort of.
What's his name?
Brett.
Brett. Does he belong to that gun club?
His father owns the place.
So, that'd give him full run of the facilities, huh?
Including the travel service.
Holly, somethin's going on. What is it?
I don't know!
You do know!
Now what is it, what's goin' on?
(Sobbing)
They're gonna do something to Lisa.
Something awful.
Who?
Tell me!
Holly!
What are they gonna do to Lisa?
Welcome, welcome, welcome.
Didn't believe my uncle gave me the keys, did you?
Big deal.
I hope you know what you're doing.
Me?
I, uh, I'm not really here.
Are you?
Come on, Brett. Knock off with the word games.
- What are we gonna do? - All right, real simple.
When the police find her body, it's gonna look like
she's been rippin' off all these houses all by her lonesome.
And she's gonna take the rap for the Wilson's maid.
Posthumously.
(Sighing)
(Exclaiming)
(Chuckling)
Gross. Really gross, Lisa.
I really freaked my English teacher out with that one.
- You wanna see my goldfish? - Sure.
(Both chuckling)
Ooh, i... i gotta lie down.
(Ringing)
Safari gun and travel.
Uh, just a minute.
Yeah, Kiley. MacGyver.
What?
We got to move fast on this, Mike.
Lisa's life is in danger.
- Kiley: Well, where is sh? - I don't know yet.
But I got an idea on how to find her.
Let me talk to the travel agent there.
Uh, Betty, this is MacGyver. He wants to ask you a few questions.
Sure.
Betty? Does Brett Reynolds have an access code to your computer?
Betty: Yes. He helps me out occasionally.
All right.
Will you check all your clients who are on vacation
And see if Brett has accessed their files this week?
Okay.
(Clearing throat)
Betty: Just one.
He logged in last night, uh, the David sanford's.
210 sunset Lane.
All right, that's got to be it. Mike, I'll meet you there.
Holly, go back to your house and wait there.
All right.
Put her in here behind the wheel
Like she passed out before she could get it in gear.
(Sighing) Poor Lisa.
She should know better than to drink and drive.
You know what I mean?
All right, I gotta get my bag.
You guys take off. I'll meet you back at the gun club.
(Coughing)
(Gasping)
(Coughing)
(Coins clinking)
(Firing)
(Both grunting)
(Groaning)
Lisa?
Lisa, are you in here?
Oh, my gosh!
(Honking)
(Grunting)
(Engine roaring)
(Screeching)
(Screaming)
Lisa!
Don't move! Do not move!
(Metallic rattling)
(Groans)
(Wood creaking)
Lisa!
Can you hear me?
Huh? W-What? What... what?
Honey, open the door.
The door, Lisa, open it!
(Knocking)
(Creaking)
(Lisa grunting)
I... i can't, I can't!
All right, honey. It's okay.
The window.
Open the window, Lisa.
(Creaking)
MacGyver: Come on, you can do it!
I can't. I can't.
You can do it. You can do it!
Crank it, come on!
I can't, no.
You can do it, Lisa!
Crank that window!
I can't!
MacGyver: That's it. Come on.
(Whimpering)
That's it.
That's it. Come on, Lisa.
That's it.
I can't.
That's it. That's it.
(Grunting)
You can do it. All right.
All right, baby. All right.
Come on. Crawl to me. Come on.
That's it.
(Wood creaking)
That's it. Come on. That's it.
(Panting)
I'm so sorry, MacGyver.
It's okay, baby. It's okay.
(Police radio chattering)
Her folks will be here in a few minutes.
Tell 'em Lisa can't leave town until she testifies.
Thanks, Mike.
(Car engine starting)
How're you feelin'?
There's something you got to know.
You know that 20 questions test I took?
I flunked it.
I do have a drinking problem.
That's not easy to say, is it?
Well that's a good start. Admitting it.
It's a real good start.