Going all to pieces, MacGyver.
Hello?
Pleasant dreams, MacGyver.
He has recurring nightmares, attention lapses.
He also seems to be suffering from delusions and paranoia.
"Symptoms of job-related stress."
There. You see my concern?
Come in.
Hey, Pete. How are you doing?
Oh, adjusting.
Thanks to modern technology,
I'm still getting stuck with my share of the paperwork.
You know Cindy Finnegan, don't you?
She's my new manager of field operations.
Yeah, sure. Hi.
This is Dr. Darnell's psychological fitness assessment on you, MacGyver.
He's worried about you. So am I.
Well, it's nothing a good night's sleep wouldn't take care of.
If I could get one.
According to your service file,
your behaviour has become most alarming.
Ever since the death of this...
Murdoc?
Exactly.
Miss Finnegan, the chairman appointed you to this position
a few weeks ago, so you don't know MacGyver very well.
And you didn't know Murdoc, because if you did,
you would understand MacGyver's concern.
Well, that may be, but Murdoc is dead.
His body was found in the river at the bottom of a mineshaft.
There certainly wasn't much left to identify, was there?
Well, the FBI and Interpol were convinced.
Now, why can't you accept it?
Because every time I think Murdoc is dead, he comes back.
- You're obsessed. - You don't know Murdoc!
Hold it. Time out, all right?
MacGyver, Dr. Darnell is concerned
that you are headed for a first-class case of job burnout.
Pete, I'm okay.
Yeah, well, okay isn't good enough.
Look, in just one hour, Pablo Delasora arrives at the courthouse.
The Phoenix Foundation cannot afford
to have our operative in charge of his security
preoccupied with ghosts.
The security is all in place.
Everything's been taken care of.
Mr. Thornton, in light of the controversy
about the Phoenix Foundation handling the security for the Delasora trial,
I feel sure that the chairman of the board
would want me to check out MacGyver's arrangements,
just to be sure that everything is okay.
Miss Finnegan, one thing I do is know my people very well.
Especially MacGyver.
And I trust him 100 percent.
No, Pete, you know, it's okay.
In fact, I insist.
Fine, I'll drive.
Your car hasn't been cleared through security.
I'll drive.
Fine.
So we've got guards stationed on every roof
within two blocks of the courthouse.
Check.
And a guard on the inside and the outside of the courtroom.
Check, also men on every floor
linked by radios equipped with scramblers?
Check.
Now, police should be diverting traffic
to make way for the motorcade's route to the jail.
Yeah, except it's a dummy motorcade.
Check, meanwhile, an unmarked car will take Delasora
on a secret route to our secured location?
- Check, check, check. - Okay.
See? Everything's under control.
Everything, huh?
Oh, come on.
- Yeah, yeah. - It's okay. That's good.
Try and get as high as you can.
Stryke.
I thought we agreed to keep the media down to a minimum.
Yeah, Delasora's lawyer had other ideas.
He demanded full media coverage. We lost.
Oh, um, Cindy Finnegan, this is Bob--
Bob Stryke from the federal prosecutor's office.
Yes, I know, I've read your file.
It is my job.
MacGyver, Miss Finnegan, this is Marietta Robles.
She's helping us coordinate the evidence for Delasora's trial.
We gotta get ready.
Look at him.
He's gained weight on your prison food
while the country he and his generals looted is starving.
Even stripped of his power, he's a monster.
How do you view your chances in an American court?
This trial should never have happened.
I was kidnapped from my country by your government
to face these preposterous charges.
But I am confident that my lawyer will prove them groundless.
I am an innocent man. I plead innocent.
I know I have nothing to fear in a true court of law.
- Your government's reaction? - Look out.
What are you doing?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- MacGyver, what happened? - He was here.
- Who? - Murdoc.
Murdoc? Miss Finnegan, what is going on out there?
Where's MacGyver?
He's looking for ghosts.
That's right, Mr. Thornton, you heard me.
He's about 5'8," wearing a gray jacket, a blue shirt, he had a camera.
Are you sure? I mean, he was almost right next to you.
Can't help you.
Sorry, MacGyver.
We can't find a trace of a dart.
No, it's gotta be around here somewhere.
I saw him load and fire it from a phoney camera.
Who is this Murdoc, anyway?
Who was Murdoc is more like it.
Mr. Thornton would like to speak with you.
I gave him a full briefing.
Yeah, I'll bet.
Uh... Pete, I know how this sounds.
MacGyver, the last thing the Phoenix Foundation needs right now
is any more controversy over this Delasora security arrangement.
You understand?
We are all being watched, especially me.
Pete, if Murdoc is after Delasora,
we've got a lot more to worry about than the Foundation's image.
Murdoc is dead.
No!
No, he's not.
I don't know how, but he's not dead. I saw him.
That doctor is right. You do need a rest.
And you are going to get it. Now, go home, get some sleep.
- What? - MacGyver, as a friend, listen to me.
I am convinced that Cindy's whole job here
is to keep me under observation
to evaluate my performance.
This has nothing to do with you.
Yes, it does. I still have to prove myself.
And she's already turned in a report on your obsession.
Neither one of us have any credibility right now.
Look, MacGyver, do me a favour.
Drop the Murdoc thing for both our sakes.
The president is expected to veto the bill.
In other news, there was unexpected excitement today
when Pablo Delasora arrived in court.
An overzealous member of the Phoenix Foundation security team
attacked a news reporter he suspected was trying to kill
the former Central American dictator.
Delasora was shaken, but unhurt.
The incident has prompted renewed controversy
about Washington's decision to employ the Phoenix Foundation,
a privately owned organ is ation, to provide security for Delasora.
Come and get me, MacGyver.
What's wrong, MacGyver? Starting to see ghosts?
What kind of game are you playing, Murdoc?
Dead men don't play games.
I'm gonna make you wish you never killed me.
Stop!
- Get away from there. Just stay away. - What are you doing?
Stay back.
It's a chess piece.
A pawn.
It's a message from Murdoc.
- A message? - Yeah, he's telling me I've been used.
But why was it taped to my car?
To throw me off track.
Hold it.
Hey, Delasora, your chow's here.
- Stryke. - Murdoc could be in the hotel.
Get Delasora out of there now.
Miss Finnegan.
Get to Delasora's room.
- Tell him to evacuate now. - What's wrong?
MacGyver insists Murdoc is still after Delasora.
This obsession of his is really getting out of hand.
Miss Finnegan, now.
Honestly, if I ever hear the name Murdoc again, I swear--
Oh!
We have an incident on the 12th floor.
No, Mr. Chairman, the general was not hurt.
He was in another room when the bomb went off.
Yes, sir, we did lose one man, Jake Gibbs.
Yes, we are staying on top of it.
I'm so sorry about your man.
It's such a waste.
I knew Jake Gibbs for more than 20 years.
In fact, I brought him over from DXS with me when I came to the Phoenix.
He was a good man.
That is how it always goes with Delasora.
During our revolution,
he always survived while innocent people were hurt.
I wish that bomb had succeeded.
No, you don't mean that.
People like Delasora have to stand trial for their crimes.
You know, it's not like Murdoc to miss twice.
I sent a team to that address you gave us, MacGyver.
They found, and I quote, "An empty room in an empty building."
Well, obviously, Murdoc cleaned it out.
Can't you give your paranoia a rest?
Yeah, and who do you think planted the bomb, huh?
Don't you think it would be wise to start looking for suspects
who are still among the living?
All right.
I just got word from my office in Washington.
Sorry, Thornton, the Phoenix Foundation's off the case.
What are you talking about?
They can't just fire us.
Washington has taken too much heat over using a private organ is ation
for Delasora's security.
Especially one with a director of field operations who's disabled.
You mean, blind?
Listen, my vision has nothing to do with this.
That may be, but we have no choice. You're out.
You know, with Murdoc after Delasora, you're gonna need help.
Yes, well, we've got it.
A crack special forces squad is being flown in
to reactivate an old military base outside town.
They'll house Delasora there during the trial, so he'll be safe.
Even from dead men.
Oh, come on.
Miss Robles?
The chairman is just gonna love this.
I hope you're satisfied.
You know, if you could drop the attitude for just a split second,
you might realise that I could be right about Murdoc.
Murdoc, Murdoc. God, you are obsessed.
Mr. Thornton, are you going to stand by
and let this man continue to turn the Phoenix Foundation
into a laughing stock?
No, I'm not.
Pete?
MacGyver, I can't let my personal feelings
override my better judgement any longer.
As of now, you're no longer working for the Phoenix Foundation.
And that is final.
Well, good management decision, Pete.
Delasora claimed the bomb that miraculously
spared his life may have been planted by terrorists
sent by the new government of El Santori.
The accusation was strongly denied
by Washington and President Garcia of El Santori.
Immediately following the incident, Delasora's lawyer asked--
Come on in, Pete.
Stating he wants to ensure his client's personal safety--
What a cab driver I just had.
And I like cab drivers.
This one just tried to take me for an extra $7 on the fare over here.
Can you believe that?
And I'm carrying a white cane. Huh.
Good thing I counted the ticks on the meter, huh? Heh-heh.
Hey, how did you know that was me?
Pete, we've been friends a long time.
Oh.
You mean, my performance back there was pretty easy to see through, huh?
- Uh-huh. - Ahh...
- Gonna have to work on my delivery. - Your delivery was just fine.
Cindy bought it. That's all that counts. Come on, sit.
Well, listen, I had to do something to get her off my back.
And yours.
- -By murdering the accused ex-dictator.
Meanwhile, federal authorities have taken control
of Delasora's trial security from the Phoenix Foundation.
Though making no official statement--
- Can we cut that off? - Gladly.
Listen, when I first had to admit to myself that I was going blind,
I also had to tell myself that I could still do my job.
That it was my experience and my judgement that counted,
not just my eyes.
- You were right. - Yeah, but I still have to prove it.
Listen, this whole thing reeks of Murdoc. I know that.
But every move I make,
I run into Cindy or the chairman of the board.
I need your help, MacGyver. They have got my hands tied on this.
Well, you obviously untied mine for a reason.
- What did you have in mind? - All right.
If it is Murdoc, who is he working for?
That I don't know.
But we might wanna consider those high-level security risks
that Washington was so worried about.
Exactly.
Maybe it's time that somebody paid an unannounced visit
to that army base that Delasora's being held at.
All technicians, report to control Centre.
I repeat, all technicians, report to control Centre.
Attention. Prepare to begin final operation.
Excuse me.
All personnel, report to the launch site.
Thirty seconds to test firing.
Nonessential personnel, clear the starboard blast zone.
Test phase completed.
All personnel, prepare for full launch countdown.
Come on.
They need an extra hand in the command Centre.
Hold it right there, amigo.
Turn around.
Well, well.
At ease, MacGyver.
So the revolutionary has become a bureaucrat.
Oh, yes, I recognise you
from your days with the guerrilla forces. Heh.
I make a point to remember all my enemies.
You must have a very good memory, desgraciado maldito.
Do not upset me.
Or I will not let you live long enough to see
how I will destroy your ridiculous new government.
What do you mean?
It means that tonight, President Delasora
will once again assume the reins of power in El Santori.
In less than an hour,
troops loyal to me will attack the capital and regain control.
No, the people will stop you.
The people? Ha-ha.
The people are sheep.
They will do nothing when they see your government reduced to rubble.
Thanks to General Murdoc's missile.
- MacGyver. - Are you okay?
Well, MacGyver, it appears that the military look is in.
Of course, I have more accessories.
A little early for Halloween, isn't it, Murdoc?
You must show more respect for General Murdoc.
General?
Don't you need a country for that?
My commission will become official when Delasora takes power.
Murdoc, you've always worked alone.
What made you a team man all of a sudden?
Well, MacGyver, times change.
Homicide International Trust decided that I was over-the-hill.
So faced with few employment prospects,
well, I decided to be all that I can be.
Is the missile ready to launch?
- On your order, sir. - Good.
Then I will make an example of these two.
They will be the first casualties of my return to power.
Organize a firing squad.
Blew it again, huh, Murdoc?
Is that supposed to be a joke, MacGyver?
No.
You're the joke.
Think about it.
All the times you've tried to kill me, you've done nothing but fail.
Now you need a firing squad to do it for you?
How weak is that?
Carry out your order, general.
By all means.
I'll shoot the girl.
However...
I would like to find a more inventive way
of executing MacGyver.
All personnel, secure the launch station.
I think you're gonna find this most intriguing, MacGyver.
The Army took this off the line back in the '60s,
brought the whole thing back from Europe.
This, of course, has been in storage for years.
I love these old rockets. They're so solid.
I gotta know, Murdoc.
The body they found, who was it?
Ah. Well, the river under the mineshaft surfaced about a mile away.
I swam out, I came across a fisherman,
he didn't have much luck, I did.
But you know, MacGyver, I convinced everyone that I was dead.
Except for you.
But that gave me the idea to go to Delasora with my plan.
Now, I knew there was controversy
surrounding your involvement with trial security.
Well, it was an opportunity that I couldn't miss.
So you used me to discredit the Foundation.
Absolutely.
Stellar performance.
It was perfect.
Congratulations.
Tie him under the rocket, could you?
- You are pigs. - Ha-ha-ha.
Well, when the countdown is over, the jets will ignite.
And when the missile hits an altitude of 2,000 feet,
the rocket fuel booster will ignite and deliver a ton of TNT
to the capital of El Santori.
Right under the doorstep of the Presidential Palace. Ha-ha-ha.
And you, MacGyver, well, you'll be toast. Heh-heh-heh.
Secure for launch.
You know, MacGyver, I've...
I've been wasting my talents all these years.
I mean, one target at a time, it's sort of a dead-end job.
Now I've found something better than just killing for money.
Killing for money and power.
Goodbye, MacGyver.
Yes, yes.
Come here, come here.
No. Oh.
Ahh...
God.
Aah!
Take a good look, Miss Robles.
This is the beginning of the end for your pathetic government.
Have the command Centre radio El Santori.
Order our troops to launch their attack at precisely 1400 hours.
- Butcher. - Proceed with the execution.
Ready.
Aim.
MacGyver. It has to be him.
Deal with him later. Kill her.
Jump.
Get back to your posts. Don't let them escape.
I have an idea, come on.
I think I know where they're going.
- We must go back. - What?
Delasora's troops are attacking the capital.
We can radio my government from the command Centre
and warn them.
Please, Vamos.
Hey, this whole thing's gone sour. I want out.
This is not the time to panic.
I'm calling in our deal. I want my money.
I anticipated your wish, Mr. Stryke.
General, you did arrange for Mr. Stryke's payment?
I took the liberty of putting it in his car.
Right, adiós.
And now for MacGyver.
You're so predictable, MacGyver.
Always trying to save everybody but yourself. I told you.
Your humanity will be the death of you one day.
Shall I?
That will not be necessary.
- Disarm this man. - What is this?
Do you think I stayed in power so long trusting the likes of you?
You are nothing but a liability to me now.
Take him out and shoot him.
This isn't over, Delasora.
You'll regret this.
I don't need a missile to take power.
I still have troops marching on the capital.
So you see, your efforts have changed nothing.
Well, that takes care of General Murdoc.
Now, for you.
Get on the radio, call your capital.
- Where are you going? - After Murdoc.
- He's dead. - I don't think so.
Aah!
MacGyver!
Oh. Pete.
What time is it?
Listen, I'm sorry, MacGyver, but I thought you'd wanna hear.
Delasora's troops have surrendered.
And the Delasora trial is gonna start up again next week.
I mean, it's a little bit late, but he's gonna get his day in court.
Well, that's terrific. Thanks, Pete.
Cindy sends her apologies.
You know, I think she has learned a little bit about respecting experience.
- Well, wonders never cease. - Heh.
You could have told me this over the phone, you know?
Well, yeah, I could have, but...
But you've got something important to tell me?
Well, it's not that important.
It's just that I thought you'd wanna hear it in person.
Spit it out, Pete.
Well, look, it's not that important.
They didn't find Murdoc's body, did they?
No.
But that doesn't mean anything.
I mean, his body could have been consumed
in the heat of that fire.
It was very intense.
Or maybe the whole thing got washed away in the tide.
Hello?
You got trouble on the line or something?
Yeah.
Or something.