I am alive. I am free.
I am in touch with the universe.
- I am. - So am I.
He does that every morning. Same time.
Better than an alarm clock. You'll get used to it.
Yeah, I'll bet.
Wow, you salvaged that much from the houseboat?
I had a good smoke detector.
Hey, Mel.
Hey, you're Mel's new tenant, MacGyver, right?
- Mel told me all about you. - Neighbourhood-watch deal.
Kelly Dobbs. I rent one of Mel's houses across the street.
The one with the green trim, little white fence. I'm an actress.
Well, just one beer commercial so far,
but my agent says it's only a matter of time.
So, what do you do? No, never mind. You can tell me all about it tonight.
No way you're gonna be settled in, right?
Why don't you come for dinner? I heard you're into health food. Me too.
Do you like vegetarian lasagne? It's gonna be great.
- What's your number? - Got it right here.
"555-8990."
I let the phone guy in.
Great. So listen, Mel, I need a favour.
Excuse me. You see, Molly has this audition
that she cannot miss, but she also has this manicure appointment scheduled
for Mama Lorraine's. That's where she works.
So, anyway, you know Mama. There's no way she can tell her
or she's gonna get fired, right? So I agreed to fill in on the manicure.
Thing is, she's got my car, she's got my purse,
- and I haven't got any money. - Well, that's nothing new.
No, I know, we're two months behind on the rent.
But I got a residual cheque coming anytime now.
It was a really great beer commercial. It was 35 mm and everything.
So all I need is bus fare to the appointment, okay?
And you wouldn't want Molly to lose her job, would you?
I don't think I could afford it.
Oh, Mel, you're the best. Thanks.
I'll see you tonight, okay?
Nice kid.
If she could just loosen up a little, you know?
Molly, huh?
That's a real pretty name, Molly.
- Oh, thank you, Mr. Knox. - No, no, no, Lyle.
You call me Lyle. All my friends do.
- Ooh! - Oh.
Honey, I believe you're supposed to leave the finger.
I'm so sorry. I'm sure I have something for that.
Tyler? Bobbie Lee? What are you doing here?
I called him. Lyle, we gotta talk.
- I've got a no-stick bandage for you-- - Oh, forget about it.
- Here. I expect I'll live. - Oh, thank you.
Let's talk in the living room. Bobbie, you wait here a spell.
That will just be my pleasure.
Ooh-wee.
If you just ain't the cutest thing this side of Lubbock, I don't know what is.
- What's your name? - Molly.
Good golly, Miss Molly.
- Mine's Bobbie Lee. - Hi.
You know, Molly,
I just don't know anything about this town of yours here.
Kind of makes a guy wish he knew somebody like you
to show him around.
Well, there's always a tour bus.
Hey, what are you doing?
Well, what do you say
I just give you a call sometime, Miss Molly Densmore?
You certainly are persistent, I'll say that.
No, hang on. Now, I'm serious. I mean, I understand,
a gal like you these days gotta be careful.
- Well, maybe in the next life. - Oh.
Well, I suppose it could be a little sooner than that.
You can call.
Bobbie? Get in here.
Okay. Bye, now.
Sunglasses.
This is your mark. Name's Nesbitt.
Well, he don't look like much.
Oh, he's just a two-bit accountant in one of our holding companies.
His conscience is bothering him about the way we've been doing business.
If Victor Nesbitt testifies that we've been using pension funds
to try to corner the platinum market,
my brother and I are gonna wind up in jail.
That is, if the folks whose retirement funds are all gone
don't string us up first.
Why don't you just buy him off?
Well, I tried that.
I offered him $200,000.
He just said that he was gonna show up at that hearing
this afternoon no matter what.
Seem like that old boy really wants to be a hero.
Well, not to worry, boys.
I think I know how to handle a hero.
Just as long as Nesbitt is dead before it's time for that hearing to start.
Now, you know killing Nesbitt ain't gonna come cheap.
Well, we kind of figured that, Bobbie Lee.
Molly? How long have you been standing there, hon?
I forgot my sunglasses. Don't get up.
Hurry up.
I'm gonna kill her.
Come on, pull.
Oh, forget it. Come on, this way.
Well, maybe she didn't hear us.
Yeah, well, we can't take any chances. We've gotta find her.
That shouldn't be too much of a problem, boys.
Looks like you got yourself another contract, Bobbie Lee.
So Kelly and Molly both work about 17 jobs,
waiting for their big break.
If trying has anything to do with it, they'll both be stars.
So, what, do you let the rent slide a little bit and give them an allowance?
Hey, I overcharge you on the rent, it's okay, isn't it? Ha-ha-ha.
Besides, they make my eyes happy.
Speaking of which, uh, you wouldn't happen to have
the old first and last month's rent on you, would you?
- Yeah, sure. - I wouldn't ask,
but this sculpting business doesn't pay like my law practice did.
Waiting for the world to catch up with your vision?
Yeah. Till then, everybody helps out, chips in.
That's how the neighbourhood works. You'll get used to it.
I've rearranged the garage.
This is your space here and this is mine.
I'm gonna try and confine robo to that spot over there.
- robo? - Oh, he's a new project of mine.
You'll meet him.
Hey, Willie.
Well,
looks like you finally gonna get to make your daddy proud.
- How so? - Just got me a new contract.
But the old one, it's pressing me for time.
So you gonna get to make your bones, little coz.
So I turned in my law practice for an acetylene torch.
But you're such a great lawyer. Don't you miss it?
Oh, I miss the '60s.
Back then, I was a one-man revolution,
standing between the innocent people and a political machine.
That continued on into the '70s.
And then the '80s came along
and I found myself defending drug lords, gun runners.
- Hey, times change. - Oh, they sure do.
Well, I decided if I couldn't be on the side of the angels anymore,
I didn't wanna play. So I quit.
It worked out. I'm happy.
My neighbourhood here, they're like my family.
- Yeah, I understand. - No, you don't, not yet, but you will.
Hello?
Melvin Krasney? Yeah, he is here.
I put my phone on call forwarding. I knew you wouldn't mind.
Yeah.
Hello, this is Mel.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'll be right down. Thank you.
What's the matter, Mel?
I have to go to the morgue.
Kelly had an accident.
She's dead.
Sorry I had to drag you down here, Mel.
All we had to go on was her license plate.
Couldn't find her purse.
Her car was at the bottom of a cliff off the Santa Luisa Coast Highway.
Is there a problem?
Yeah.
Uh... That's not Kelly.
The victim, mistakenly identified as Kelly Dobbs in earlier reports,
has now been positively identified as 22-year-old Molly Densmore.
Sheriff's deputies found the body of the Densmore woman,
who apparently lost control of her car
and plunged 400 feet to her death off Santa Luisa Coast Highway.
The cause of the accident is being investigated,
but police are not ruling out foul play or suicide at this time.
Ms. Densmore, an aspiring actress, who worked as a--
- He got the wrong girl. - I know, Tyler.
I can see.
- Bobbie? - I know, Lyle, I know.
I just saw the TV.
How in the Sam Hill could you screw up like that?
I thought you were a professional.
Look, Lyle,
I'm gonna be completely honest with you, boy.
- I farmed it out. - You did what?
I gave the job to my cousin Will.
I owed his daddy.
See, not long ago, he took a two-to-five rap for me
and I promised him that, while he was doing time,
I'd show his boy into the business.
We told you to do the job.
Well, I was just a little busy trying to set up my cover for the Nesbitt hit.
And, besides, the gal was using somebody else's name.
It was right there on her business card and that ain't Willie's fault.
You are right, it wasn't Will's fault. It is your fault.
Now, you made this mess and you're gonna clean it up.
And I mean right now.
They're all ticked off, huh?
There goes my career.
Ah...
There ain't nothing to worry about, Will.
It ain't nothing old Bobbie Lee can't fix.
- Red White and Blood? - Yeah, Kelly wrote it, starred in it.
- No messages on her machine. - You think she's at the theatre?
No, no, the play closed. She could only afford two weekends.
That's why she's two months behind on her rent.
There you are, Mel.
Mama.
- You heard about Molly? - The police told me.
Poor, poor Molly. I come to comfort Kelly.
That's why we're here, but she's not at home.
That's strange.
Kelly misses her 12:30 reading, and I had a bad dream last night.
The spirits was crying and wailing all around my bed.
MacGyver, this is Mama Lorraine. She runs the beauty shop
where Molly worked.
She's also a voodoo priestess. You'll get used to it.
Don't listen to this man. What I am is a spiritual adviser.
Uh, Mama, did you know that Kelly took over
Molly's manicure appointment today?
No, nobody tell me nothing. They're afraid I'm going to fire them.
Like I don't know what they do. But you gotta listen to me.
This dream, it wasn't about Molly.
It was about Kelly. Somebody is trying to hurt her.
One thing I learned is never ignore one of Mama Lorraine's dreams.
Okay. Uh, Mama Lorraine, would you mind staying at Kelly's house
in case she comes back? We have to talk to the police.
- No problem, man. - Thanks, Mama.
Officer? Excuse me.
Excuse me. Have you seen Mama Lorraine?
Should I have?
- Something wrong? - Everything.
Molly's dead because I took her manicure appointment
so she could audition, and I heard these guys talking
about trying to murder somebody.
Did you say "murder"?
Yes, yes, yes.
You see, they chased me.
I got away on this truck, but he just drove all over.
And then finally, I got on a bus and I saw the whole thing on TV.
I gave them Molly's name. That's why they drove my car over the cliff.
Slow down, all right?
No, I can't, they're trying to get me. Don't you see that?
Look, you gotta calm down. Look, why don't you go home?
I'll go get a detective, we'll go back to your place,
- we'll get the whole thing solved. - No.
I can't go home. That's the first place they're gonna look.
The theatre. The theatre. I'll be at Theatre One.
What do you mean, Theatre One? Who are you? What's your name?
If you give me a clue, I can solve the-- I could...
What about you guys giving the press this mistaken-identity thing on Molly?
What kind of police work is that? Next of kin haven't even been notified.
We don't even know what kind of danger Kelly might be in.
What do you want from me, Mel? You think I tell the downtown brass
- how to conduct business? - Well, somebody should.
Look, I want a missing-persons report on Kelly now.
You know as well as I do, I can't do that.
Policy says they have to be missing 48 hours before we take a report.
Oh, yeah, right. We don't wanna break with policy
just because someone's life is in danger.
Mel, would you stop already?
All right. What kind of danger is she supposed to be in?
We don't know. Mama Lorraine had a dream.
Oh. Oh, that's very helpful.
How come you guys are always around when nobody needs you?
Calm down, Mel. You're retired, remember?
Yeah, if anything happens to Kelly, maybe I'll unretire and sue the city.
Guys, guys, come on.
The girl? Kelly? Remember?
All right, look, I'll stick my neck out and I'll go this far.
I will make a broadcast for everyone to look for Kelly.
- That's all I can do. - That's fair enough, right?
We got Mama standing by Kelly's house if you hear anything.
All right, I've got the number.
So, what do we do now?
Well, I'll check the theatre. You check her hangouts, all right?
Hello. Tell me what you know.
Hi, Mama Lorraine? This is Sergeant Lee, 6th Precinct.
Yeah, Mel Krasney told me to Cali
if I had any information on Kelly Dobbs.
Yes, sergeant.
A meter maid spotted a woman fitting her description,
said she was headed to Theatre One.
Theatre One. Yes, I know the place. Thank you very much, sergeant.
Okay, my pleasure. Look, tell Mel, do us all a favour.
He can continue to enjoy his retirement, all right?
Ha-ha. Bye.
Kelly?
Kelly.
I didn't hear anything, I swear. Please leave me alone.
Kelly, Kelly, it's okay. It's me.
Oh, MacGyver. I'm sorry, I didn't recognise your voice.
How could I? You hardly spoke a word when we met.
Oh, it's only rubber.
Did you hear about Molly?
Yeah. They thought it was you because of the car.
Yeah, well, so did the people who murdered her.
- She was murdered? - Yeah.
You know that manicure appointment I took for her?
It was this guy Lyle Knox and his brother Tyler,
and there was this really cute guy named Bobbie Lee.
Anyway, they gave me $100, but I forgot my sunglasses.
So I had to go back in. I heard them talking about killing somebody,
and then they chased me, but I got away.
- Why didn't you call the police? - I did.
Well, it was a meter maid.
That's why I'm here. I'm afraid to go home
because by now they gotta know they made a mistake, right?
- Ain't that the truth. - Bobbie Lee.
He's the cute one.
Well, the feeling's mutual, darling.
Come on over here, next to me. Come on.
Let's not be hurting her, okay?
What, me? Touch one hair on that pretty little head?
No way, cowboy.
Oh, this morning, you wanted to kill me.
Not me. It was them other fellas.
No, I heard you. You're a hit man.
When I decide, and only when I decide,
not somebody else.
Right now, I'm deciding you're a mite bit too pretty to die.
What about MacGyver?
Well, I don't mind letting him live.
Just as long as he don't mind being inconvenienced for a few hours.
Yeah, sure, while you just go out and kill somebody.
It's all right, Kelly. I'll be okay.
Yeah. All right, now.
Go on over there on that bed thing.
Now, you just lie down real easy like, just make yourself comfortable.
Just like you was at home in your own bed.
Go on, get over there. Go.
It's a torture rack.
Maybe now you'll believe my dreams.
The spirits don't blow no smoke, man.
I believe you.
Can you describe the guy who hit you?
Yes. He had a grin like a fool and a right hook with devils in it
and he's after Kelly. Mel, we've got to get to the theatre.
All right.
Now, you just relax and everything's gonna be just fine.
I'm sure that you're one heck of a fella and everything,
but, well, you understand, I can't be taking no chances.
I'm sure you do. You look just about as smart as a whip.
Alrighty, just about one more.
- That ought to do it. - Ow.
You promised you weren't gonna hurt him.
Hurt him?
Darling, folks pay doctors good money for this kind of treatment.
You comfortable, good buddy?
Now, all I need is a few hours to take care of some business.
By morning, somebody will come by and let him go,
and, by then, you and me, we're gonna be long gone.
Let's go, darling.
Oh, dang. Forgot to lock the back door.
Now, you wait here.
That is, if you do value your friend's life.
You move again, next time I may not miss.
Hey.
All right, darling, let's get moving. I got a tight schedule today.
MacGyver.
- You okay? - Yeah.
Except the guy that did this took Kelly.
I knew it. We've got to find her.
Willie, say hi to Kelly.
- She's the one, huh? - She sure is.
Which is why I want you to take real good care of her till I get back.
Bobbie Lee, what's the matter with you? Didn't you tell me
the Knox brothers were fit to be tied for missing the hit on her?
Well, I'm about half glad you did, Will. Take a look at her.
I could spend the rest of my life with that little heifer.
And I do believe the feeling's mutual.
This Nesbitt thing goes down, we're talking murder one.
You're thinking, what if she's just stringing me along,
- all lovey-dovey like? - Well...
Well, that's exactly what I wanna find out.
Which is why I want you to tie her up, real loose like.
What if she tries to get away?
Well, then, you're just gonna have to do your thing
and make them Knox brothers happy, ain't you?
Bye, now.
The wax will hold the ashes together so we can read the name.
How's that possible?
Well, the ink they use in the lettering has a metallic pigment
and it won't burn.
"Cadillac Jack"?
It's a diner, out on motel row.
- Nothing. - But I feel it, MacGyver.
Kelly got to be around here someplace.
You could be right, Mama.
- I'm gonna shave. - I hope the razor slips.
Don't you go nowhere.
Look, MacGyver, horseshoe, lucky charms, a rabbit's foot.
This is a very superstitious truck.
What's going on?
You going somewhere?
Lady, you just made my career.
What are we gonna do?
Now, you and me, we're gonna take a little drive.
I wanna show you that cliff where I dumped your Roomie off the road.
It's real high, it's got a nice view. You're gonna love it.
Hey, let's just talk about this, okay?
You say one word, I will blow a hole right through your spine.
What? Yeah, but-- Hold it. Stop right there.
Hey, hey, what are you doing, barging in here like that?
My job, housekeeping. I clean the rooms.
And this list says that you already checked out.
Yeah? Well, your list is wrong.
Besides, uh, we don't wanna be disturbed.
If you don't want to be disturbed, you put the Do Not Disturb sign
on the outside of the door. I can read real good, you know.
Yeah? Why don't you just put it up as you're leaving?
Don't you talk smart with me.
I go get the manager, he'll tell you where to get off.
All right, fine. Why don't you take this stupid thing?
MacGyver.
The name is Nesbitt, Victor Nesbitt. I have a reservation.
I'm sorry, Mr. Nesbitt, I can't seem to find your name anywhere.
Figures. Happens to me all the time.
But not after today. Never again after today.
Let me check again.
Here we are, Mr. Nesbitt.
Sorry about the mix-up. You're in room 454.
Now, can you have a cab waiting for me at 4 p.m. sharp?
I have to keep a very important appointment.
Certainly.
- What's going on? - Where's Bobbie Lee?
Bobbie Lee? I don't know no Bobbie Lee.
Oh, that is such a lie.
He's got a contract to kill somebody. Now, who is it?
Hey, come on. We know about the Knox brothers.
I only talk to my lawyer.
I called Mel. He's sending the police here.
Wait, wait. You-- I thought you was the maid.
That was Friday night at the movies.
I'm someone you don't ever want to mess with, little man.
Mama, forget it. It's not gonna do any--
Of course, then again.
Hey, you give me that back.
You give me that back now, you hear me?
You know, I didn't wanna do this, but you kind of forced my hand.
He's all yours, Mama.
What do you mean?
Voodoo, man.
Voodoo.
You sure? That's powerful mojo to be messing with.
I don't think we have a choice here.
- In that case, stand back. - Yes, ma'am.
What's she gonna do?
I don't like to think about it.
Your soul belongs to me, little man.
Hey, hey.
- The spirits are very angry. - What spirits?
They're all around. Can't you feel them?
They are crawling up your legs,
in your ears, up your nose.
Get that thing away from me.
You cannot fight my mojo!
The spirits will come and make your heart stop!
Make your toes curl up so all you can do is crawl!
Make your eyes pop out!
- Make your tongue turn black. - Stop.
- Make her stop. - I think it's too late.
Make her quit, will you? Look, I'll talk. Just get her away from me.
Who'd the Knox brothers hire your cousin to kill? Quick!
His name is Nesbitt, Victor Nesbitt. He's an accountant.
Bobbie Lee's gonna kill him at the Crown Sterling at 4:00,
and that's the truth. Now, get her away from me.
It's about time.
I couldn't hold a straight face much longer.
That was fake.
Of course. Voodoo is my religion.
That was Saturday morning cartoons.
And you fell for it, little man.
All right, it's 3:30. When the police get here,
tell them I've gone to the hotel.
And you better be good, little man.
You don't wanna make Mama mad for real.
MacGyver, wait up!
Oh, dang you, Will.
Kelly, what are you doing here?
Well, Mama didn't need my help. I thought maybe you would.
Well, adiós, little darling.
It is all sort of my fault, you know.
What? What's the matter?
You, stay here.
Oh, excuse me, I've gotta get by.
I'm late for a very important appointment.
Victor Nesbitt. You'll remember that name.
Kelly, hit the top-floor button!
All right, pal. Get on your feet.
- Come on, get up. - Come on.
MacGyver, we did it.
You know, I just don't think it's right that Will should get off scot-free.
Oh, he won't. The DA's working a reduced sentence to plea bargain.
If he rolls over on the Knox brothers and Bobbie Lee.
What?
- robo? - In person.
Isn't she beautiful, man?
- My wall. - I knew you'd like it.
MacGyver, this is robo,
that new project I was telling you about.
You've seen his work on numerous public facilities.
- Until you got me busted. - No, the word is "rehabilitated."
Come on, man, 200 hours of community-service work,
scrubbing walls? My best work ended up on a sponge.
See, the thing is, you and I drive down a freeway and we see a road.
robo sees the Sistine Overpass.
See, Gyvie, me and you got a lot in common, man.
We gonna work out just fine. Because look, see, I take nothing
and turn it into something, just like you.
But my wall.
You don't know what I'm trying to do. I'm trying to make a statement.
And this ain't no ordinary bimbo. See, this is Charlene.
And she's looking good, huh? Man, I was gonna keep her for myself,
but, you know, when it comes to art, you can't be selfish.
- Oh, no. - But pay attention.
See, now, if these bulldozers over here, right,
continues to come into our rainforests
and kill our animals and knock down the trees,
then the only animals her kids will be seeing
is gonna be on TV.
Ah!
Of course.
We're having a feast, MacGyver, to remember poor Molly
and to celebrate Kelly coming home safe,
and you, ha-ha-ha, our new neighbour.
We have casaba bread, sugar cake,
a big bowl of Chaka, pig's knuckles,
and, for dessert, crème cake.
Put everything in the kitchen. And somebody find some plates.
Everybody this way and bring your appetites.
- I love parties, don't you, MacGyver? - Oh, yeah.
Hey, Gyvie, man, if you don't dig this painting on the wall,
I can always get rid of it because it wasn't my idea in the first place.
No, no, no.
Let's keep it there for a while.
I'll get used to it.