MacGyver

When James Bond gets an assignment,

it's on the Riviera, up to his 007 in bikinis.

Me, I end up 80 miles past nowhere,

courtesy of my buddy, Pete Thornton,

new operations director of the Phoenix Foundation.

And the guy who conned me into running a security test

at STRADA, Strategic Research and Development Administration,

run by a military hard nose named Colonel Scott Woodward,

who didn't like civilians

or civilian think tanks like Phoenix...

even after Pete's introduction.

This is the, uh, acid test I promised you.

MacGyver, meet Colonel Scott Woodward.

- MacGyver. - Colonel.

Woody and I were in combat together.

Follow me.

STRADA was new, not even open yet

and top-top-secret.

Guards, dogs, alarms, electronics,

gas, and maybe nuclear bombs.

All I had to do was check the security out

by breaking in single-handed

into a high-tech mountain.

If I did, the military went back to the drawing board.

If I didn't,

Woodward got the Phoenix Foundation's seal of approval.

Don't worry, Woody. This is the last test.

If MacGyver can't get in,

no one can.

Colonel, I hear Doctor Ludlum designed the place.

Yeah, but to military specifications.

We have the ultimate security system.

That's my little contribution. You like it?

You're standing on a pressure-sensitive floor.

You forget to deactivate it, and the entire area's sealed off.

And if you are lucky enough to break in,

you probably aren't gonna break out.

Least not alive.

We don't take chances with national security.

Gentlemen.

Entrance noted, three individuals.

Surveillance unit activated.

Elevator descending to central core.

This way.

Arrival noted.

Initiate proper procedure.

Palm reader.

Strictly state of the art.

Entry approved.

Right down here.

Welcome, Colonel Woodward.

This wing houses the physics lab.

- What's in here? - Exercise room.

There's one on every floor. The scientists insisted on it.

Civilian overhead.

Well, now come on, Woody,

the scientists know what they need, don't they?

I mean, they are closest to the job.

That same old song?

Look, Pete, I did what I had to...

Excuse me.

Mind if I look around?

No, no, go ahead.

Thanks.

So this is your main guy?

What makes him so special? He doesn't even have any gear.

That's what makes him so special.

Lab looked pretty normal.

Funny, security seemed to stop at the front door.

State-of-the-art radiation scanner.

Wonder what it was scanning.

Making waves already, Mr. MacGyver?

Motion detectors?

Heat seekers.

They zero in on your body temperature.

Do they bite?

30,000 watts of laser

is a whole lot more than a peck on the cheek.

Good dogs.

Containment simulation completed.

All drones deactivate.

MacGyver,

sometime consultant for the Phoenix Foundation,

alleged hockey player, camel smuggler.

Jack-of-all-trades.

Jill Melissa Ludlum.

Born in London,

Ph.D. Systems Design, Oxford University, 1980.

1980 to '82, designed the Ludlum cybernetic circuit.

'82 to '83...

took a year off

for personal reasons.

'83 to '86, immersed in the STRADA project.

Hasn't come up for air yet.

Purported to be a premier technocrat.

You've done your homework.

So have you. Is it true?

The, uh... technocrat part?

Let's just say that my, uh,

faith in machines has created a fifth-generation computer.

It's just a blink away from true artificial intelligence.

A machine that thinks for itself?

That's right.

I don't know, Pete. I never figured that

you'd end up as director of operations for a think tank.

I really believed that the military life agreed with both of us.

It agreed with you.

Are you here to certify this place or to open up old wounds?

Listen, why don't we just forget it?

Why don't we?

So, tell me about Louise. How's she doing?

She's all right... now.

We split up.

Sorry, I didn't know.

It was coming.

Oh, there you are.

We were beginning to wonder what was keeping you.

MacGyver ran into our security patrol.

Nice guys... little short, but nice.

Peter Thornton, I'm Jill Ludlum.

How do you do?

- This is Steven Lee, my assistant. - Hello. How do you do?

And this is Sandi,

the computer that runs STRADA.

Sandi, access the facility schematic, please.

Voice pattern identified.

Good morning, Doctor Ludlum.

Complying with schematic request.

We're going to give you all the advantages an insider would have,

though I doubt it would make a difference.

Looks like this is gonna be a tough lady to beat.

The complex has five levels around an inner core.

100,000 square feet of laboratory space

on each level.

I'd hate to be the one that had to do the floors around here.

Sandi, would you like to continue?

Operations controlled, level three,

surveillance maintained, video monitors.

Laser drones programmed.

Doctor Ludlum has decided to go without guards

once the system is online.

That's right. We've completely eliminated the human factor.

Now, why would you want to do that?

90% of security breaches are due to human error.

Machines don't make mistakes.

Come on, doctor.

No machine is invincible.

This one is. I built her.

Right.

A quarter says she is.

I think the gauntlet just got thrown.

Wouldn't want to take the lady's money, Pete.

The bet is for 25 cents, Mr. MacGyver.

And you wouldn't be taking it. You'd have to come get it.

It's a deal.

Undetected.

Level two. Physics lab.

The last security shift leaves at midnight.

After that, it's just you, me and Sandi.

Man against machine. How cozy, huh?

We're depending on your human factor, Mr. MacGyver.

We'll be in the mobile unit monitoring your progress.

Or lack of.

Oh, just one piece of free advice:

I've already changed the entry code.

I'll see ya later, doc.

Don't count on it.

The simulation program is up and running.

My estimate is Sandi will catch him in... 15 minutes.

Wouldn't be so sure this time, Steven.

Oh, come on, Pete.

He's giving MacGyver the benefit of the doubt.

We got your last expert in ten. Hmm?

Colonel Woodward dumped me a mile down the road,

just to make it a little more interesting.

And that gave me a chance to get the pattern of the security patrols.

I was kind of hoping to catch a ride from a couple of the guards.

And here they were.

You ready?

Calgary lost again.

Map light.

That's a start.

Comes with its own magnifying lens. Nice.

It took the human race three million years

to invent the telescope.

I figure I had about 35 seconds.

On the other hand, I knew it could be done.

Take the magnifying lens...

add a watch crystal...

roll them up in the ever-useful sports pages,

and it ought to work.

Besides, I didn't have much choice.

I got it.

Four-seven-one-zero.

Beautiful.

Sandi, how's the perimeter security?

Perimeter security intact.

All guards preparing to leave premises.

Attention. All guards must leave compound immediately.

All guards must leave compound immediately.