"And a lot of people don't understand or don't really know that high above our heads, a fragile, invisible layer of ozone shields the Earth's surface against dangerous solar ultraviolet radiation." "But now, we are destroying this protective shield by releasing chemicals into the sky." "This means you and your children could suffer radiation burn from the sun." "What can you do about it?" "Yeah." "Lots of things." "Stop using polystyrene containers, aerosols with CFCs in them, and if you see your air conditioner is leaking, fix it." "That way, you'll be cool." "This is the junk mail that came to my house in one year." "Now, the junk mail that America receives in one day could produce enough energy to heat a quarter of a million homes for that same day." "A quarter of a million." "Now, let's face it." "Do we want this stuff?" "No." "Do we need it?" "No." "Well, then, why not stop it and put that energy to good use?" "Heating homes." "Now, here you'll find locations for recycling centers and phone numbers for any questions you might have." "MacGyver, where is Breeze?" "He's supposed to be doing recycling." "You are supposed to be getting volunteers for river and stream cleanup." "I don't know where he is, Pete." "Now, this flyer will tell you how to recycle plastic, and glass, and paper." "As a matter of fact, why don't you recycle this when you're done with it, okay?" "You know, Breeze and his friends set this whole thing up." "It's gonna be a real shame if he doesn't make it at all." "Okay, Pete, you're right." "I'll give him a call." "Here." "Here you go." "Talk fast, I got a planet to save." "Yeah, well, you're supposed to be doin' it from here." "Where are you?" "I had to work overtime at the garage." "I'm on my way though." "Gone." "Hang tough, Mother Nature." "The Breeze is on the way." "I don't like it." "The scales of justice are balancin' and not in my favor." "Get..." "Get..." "Get out of here, junkie." "You're gonna damage my image." "Besides, you don't have enough bread for a loan." "I got this." "It's loaded." "And ready to go." "It's worth 10 nickels." "Three." "Take it... or you can leave it." "Stop right there!" "Police!" "Hold it!" "Officer down, officer down!" "Requesting an ambulance, 1600 Hastings." "All units, all frequencies, stand by." "Suspects wanted for ADW against a police officer." "Last seen proceeding westbound on Davies in a beige 1976 Dodge." "Suspect vehicle license, letters only," "Nora, Ida, Ocean." "That's it!" "Rudy!" "Are you all right, man?" "Oh, Rudy, man, what did you do?" "You get out of here, man." "You don't even know me, you hear me?" "Hold it!" "Mr. Cutter!" "Mr. Cutter, it's me!" "4-Adam-16." "4-Adam-16, go ahead." "I've got one suspect in the 400 block Pine Street." "Requesting backup." "The suspect is presumed armed." "Center." "MacGyver, it's me." "Hey, where are you?" "You're missin' everything." "Not everything." "MacGyver, listen." "I'm at the garage." "I'm in big trouble." "Hel..." "Help me, please." "This is your last warning." "The building is surrounded." "You've got 30 seconds left." "Come out with your hands up, or we're gonna come in for you." "All right." "Break out the tear gas." "Okay, stand by to fire." "Wait!" "Hold it." "Who let him through?" "Come on, I'm with the Phoenix Foundation." "I know this kid." "Give me a chance to talk to him." "I'll get him to come out." "You're gonna get yourself killed." "Now, get out of here!" "Okay." "Do it." "Breeze!" "It's me." "MacGyver!" "Hold your fire!" "What's that fool doin'?" "Everything's gonna be okay!" "Come out!" "They think I shot a cop, MacGyver." "It ain't gonna be okay!" "Breeze, don't make things worse!" "Get out of the way!" "He's got a gun!" "No!" "He does not have a gun!" "He's comin' out!" "Aren't you, Breeze?" "He's comin' out." "Oh, come on, man." "Breeze." "I'm right here." "Don..." "Don't leave me, MacGyver." "I didn't do nothin', I swear!" "I'm not goin' anywhere." "I'm here with you." "I'm here." "In the news, the bullet which yesterday took the life of Officer Richard Cromwell, was found to be fired from the same gun which was used 20 years ago by Doman Yashir to assassinate then presidential candidate," "Senator David R. Harrison." "This startling discovery was made by Dr. Lloyd Fisher who was part of the forensic team which investigated the assassination of Senator Harrison." "Earlier this afternoon, a press conference was held by Dr. Fisher." "I realized immediately that the bullet came from the same kind of gun that killed the Senator." "It's an unusual gun." "Out of curiosity, and because I was so closely involved in the investigation of the Senator's death," "I made a close comparison." "As you see, the striations of the 2 bullets are identical." "There is no doubt whatsoever, they came from the same gun." "Yeah." "Who should I say is calling?" "Right." "Just a minute." "Zamora is on the phone." "Yes, Mr. Zamora?" "Mr. Maddox, did you hear on the television about the Harrison gun?" "The Harrison gun?" "The gun Doman Yashir used to assassinate Senator Harrison." "Yes, I know that." "I just don't understand the significance, Mr. Zamora." "A policeman was shot with it yesterday." "It's missing." "I want you to get it." "Find it for me." "Get it for me!" "What?" "Pay you anything." "Whatever it takes." "Uh, Mr. Zamora," "I..." "I..." "I'm in the middle of shipping you hundreds of AK-47 s, grenade launchers, sniper rifles." "Yes, you are, and I'm asking you to add one more gun to that order." "Is that too much to ask?" "No, no, no, of course not." "Uh, ahem, who am I supposed to get it from?" "They arrested a young man for the shooting." "Get him out of jail, make him tell you where it is." "I'll see what I can do just as soon as I make your delivery." "Not after!" "Now!" "Mr. Zamora, be reasonable." "You want me to drop everything for a single handgun?" "Since you are incapable of understanding this, I will explain it to you." "Maybe all you can see when you look at this gun is a piece of metal, but this gun is different, Mr. Maddox." "This gun changed the world with a single act of violence." "It is a symbol." "A holy relic." "Placed in the right hands, it could be held up to desperate men and make their blood boil." "This gun symbolizes anarchy, violent overthrow, a change in the world order!" "It could also be used as a rallying point to create new markets and profits, for both of us." "Get me that gun, Mr. Maddox, or there will be no more business between us." "Uh, there's a kid in jail for that cop killing yesterday." "See if his bail is set." "I want to spring him." "What's this all about?" "Zamora wants me to get him the Harrison gun." "What?" "The guy's a nut." "Yeah." "He's a nut who can pull his order and put me into bankruptcy." "Zamora's our only connection to the Middle East, and sporting goods stores aren't enough to cover the overhead." "So, get the kid out of jail." "Lots of information to get through." "Yeah, well, I don't see any other way to the real killer except through that gun." "Yeah." "Even that's a long shot." "Twenty years' worth of files on the Harrison gun." "I've never seen anything like it." "Police records show that the Harrison gun was a very rare Czechoslovakian seven-shot Rupper, 7.7 millimeter." "And it was sold at a police auction after the trial." "Auction?" "Isn't that kind of a weird thing for police to do?" "Yeah, well, some departments still do it." "For the revenue, I guess." "Sold to a man named Philip Orwell, gun dealer, and stolen a few weeks later in a robbery." "What's that say?" "Ah." "Six years ago, a Mrs. Mary Dryden was killed by a stray bullet in a drive-by shooting." "The Harrison gun..." "And it was released and sold at auction again." "Oh, man, it's like that gun has a life of its own." "Yeah, a very active one." "Who bought it?" "A man named Martin Jenkins." "And that's it." "No mention of what happened to it after that." "Well, listen, at least it's a name." "Why don't you check the telephone listings?" "I'm gonna go down and see our lawyers." "See if they had any luck getting bail established for Breeze." "Todd?" "Todd!" "Todd!" "You swore to Daddy." "You swore to a dying man you'd stop." "You're a liar." "I tried." "Just..." "Just leave me alone!" "Todd, this is very important." "Listen to me." "You stole the gun." "Did you kill that policeman?" "I don't know what you're talkin' about, Laura." "It's in the newspaper, Todd." "A policeman was shot with the Harrison gun." "I was hurtin'." "I needed to get straight." "I took the wrong gun!" " It's worth a fortune." " Todd!" "Todd, you can't go out like that!" "Todd!" "Well, any luck?" "Well, Jenkins was killed in a car crash four years ago." "His wife said he sold the gun, but there's no record of who bought it." "Well, I got one little bit of good news." "They did set bail for Breeze." "$27, 000." "Here." "Take this down, talk to Bernie, and get him released." "Thanks, Pete." "Don't thank me." "I was born a warm and wonderful human being." "Hey, he's out already." "H-Here's your check for the bail." "'Course, I'm gonna have to charge you $70 for my trouble." " What do you mean, he's out?" " You know, out." "Like no longer incarcerated, a prisoner no longer." "Somebody else already sprung him." "I could take that $70 now," " save you a lot of trouble." " Bernie, who got him out?" "Who got him out, uh..." "See now, the check was signed by some guy named Maddox from a Maddox Weapons." "About that $70..." "It's okay, MacGyver." "I'll bill Phoenix, no trouble." "Do you have an appointment, sir?" "Yeah, with a Mr. Maddox." "Mr. Maddox is in weapons assembly." "Didn't say anything about having an appointment." "Well, that's up to you, it's just an order." "Why don't you have him make another appointment with me," "I'll see if I'm available, okay?" "Hey, hey, not so fast." "Just asking." "In there." "I want the gun you used on that policeman." "I'll pay you $1, 000 for it." "I never even saw the gun till the shooting started." "All right, let's say that's true." "You know who did use it, don't you?" "Same $1, 000 if you find him for us." "I keep telling you I don't know him." "I wanna go home now, okay?" "And don't worry about that bail thing." "I'll show." "MacGyver." "That's my friend, MacGyver." "It's okay." "He wants the Harrison gun." "I told him I didn't know anythin' about it." "Wants it real bad." "Don't you have enough guns?" "What do you need another one for, huh?" "Guns are my business." "When there's a demand, I supply it." "Yeah, so I see." "It's in the Constitution, Mr. MacGyver." "People have a right to bear arms." "The Second Amendment." "Yeah, I know." "You really should read that sometime." "It has a lot to say about things like the security of a free state and a well-regulated militia." "But I'd be willin' to bet this batch isn't headed for the National Guard, am I right?" "I see, you're one of those." "Yeah, I'm one of those." "I just can't help it." "You know, I got this thing about innocent people bein' shot down in the streets or through the walls of their homes." "You know, like babies, cops, housewives, presidential candidates." "Well, you know what they say." "Guns don't kill people." "People do." "Is that anything like hydrogen bombs don't kill people?" "It's the people who set them off." "Mr. MacGyver, I'm not gonna get into this tired old debate with you." "I've offered your friend $1, 000 for the gun." "Well, he doesn't seem to have it." "Do you have it?" " No." " He doesn't have it." "So I guess we'll be leavin'." "Come on, Breeze, let's get out of here." "Thanks, MacGyver, that guy was workin' up to somethin'." "Who was it, Breeze?" " Who was what?" " Who shot the cop?" "I keep tellin' everybody, I don't know." " A car crashed, I went over to help..." " Oh, come on, man." "We've been friends a long time." "I know when you're lying." "Look, Breeze, I know you didn't do it." "But they're still gonna try you for murder." "Well, I'll take my chances." "The only one you've got is to find that killer." "I do not hand brothers to the man!" "Brothers?" "People who shoot other people down in the streets are not your brothers!" "You don't understand!" "No, you don't understand!" "That gun is your only chance." "This is not fair." "Life's not fair!" "That gun killed a man who might have been President of the United States." "Last night, it killed a policeman." "In between, it killed a woman who was just crossing the street." "Now she probably would have liked to see her kids grow up." "And they probably didn't think it was fair when their hearts were broken!" "And that's not worth being a snitch for?" "Is that what you're tellin' me?" "His name's Rudy Gibbs." "He's a pusher." "You were protecting a pusher?" "We knew each other all our lives." "Got sent to camp together." "You ever wonder why I got into all that Save The Planet stuff?" "It was a little out of character." "It was that summer." "Me and Rudy got on that bus, and we were tough, man." "Two weeks in the country seemed like nowhere to go to us." "I saw all that green grass and I was gone." "I couldn't get enough air and water and green grass." "I'd lay down, roll down that hill 10 times a day just to smell it." "Somethin' inside of me changed forever." "But Rudy, he...he was already crippled from the pavement and the ghetto." "It was like his insides had already turned to concrete." "You understand what I'm sayin' to you, MacGyver?" "I know him." "It's hard, man." "It's the gun you got from the kid!" "Look at it." "It killed Harrison, man." "It's worth some big bucks." "What did you do with it?" "You still got it?" "No, I..." "I threw it down a sewer on Collins." "All right, which one?" "I..." "I..." "I don't know, maybe near Second Avenue." "All right, let's go get it." "No way." "I'm not goin' near it, man." "Look, I iced a cop with that gun." "Fine." "But if I find it, I'm keepin' everything, man." "Go for it." "Todd." "What are you doing here?" "Trying to keep you out of trouble." "Well, I don't need you." "Go home." "You're still high on crack, aren't you?" "Todd, come home now." "What are you doing here?" "It's the gun." "Don't you get it?" "Oh, I..." "I'm sick of your nagging and I'm sick of your whining." "I'm sick of you." "When Rudy's not hustling' on the street, he's in here hustlin'." "I'll go in and ask around." "Mine!" "Breeze?" "It's Rudy, man." "Rudy!" "He's got the gun." "He's got the gun." "Yeah, I'm holding." "Hey, what'd the doctor say?" "It's not a concussion." "So unfortunately I'm gonna live for the execution." "Yeah, Tom, go ahead." "Okay, thanks." "Well, I just got the ballistics report on the bullet that killed Rudy." "Oh, uh, let me guess." "You got it." "The Harrison gun." "So, what are you messin' with this computer for?" "Rudy's dead." "And you can forward my mail to death row." "Hey, you told me somebody else was with Rudy." "We're not beat yet, okay?" "Well, it wasn't the guy at the wrecking' yard." "I told you that, too." "And you know, you're not gonna find either one of 'em in there." "Yeah?" "Well, I'm not looking for them." "I'm looking for the girl I saw outside the wrecking yard." " What?" " Yeah, I think I've seen her before and the car she was driving, somewhere in here." "Yeah." "Laura Fowler." "She attended a ceremony honoring her father for his efforts on gun control and other services to the Harrison Foundation." "Wait, now I remember." "Fowler, Frank Fowler, was one of the detectives in charge of investigating the assassination." "He died about a year ago." "What does she got to do with the Harrison gun?" "Good question." "Hello." "Word is on the street that, uh," "Mr. Maddox's interested in, uh, rare guns." "Maybe one special gun." "Who is this?" "It'll cost him $70, 000." "He ought to be back in a couple of minutes." "Uh, look, give me your number." "Uh, I'll call back." "Todd?" "What's wrong?" "Uh, nothin'." "Uh, uh, I'm..." "I'm not here is all." "All right?" "I..." "I'm just not here." "Understand?" "What exactly did he say?" "Special rare gun." "What else could it be?" "All right." "Did he give you a phone number?" "Well, he didn't give it, but we got it." "Good." "Trace it." "Get the address." "Mr. Zamora." "Mr. Maddox, I hope you're calling about the Harrison gun." "As a matter of fact, I am." "You have..." "You..." "You have the gun?" "I will." "Meet me here at 7:00." "You can accept delivery of your shipment, as well as the Harrison gun." "I'll be there, Mr. Maddox." "A-And, please, don't disappoint me." "Yes, I was at the wrecking yard." "Yeah, I know you were." "And a few minutes later, a kid was killed." "I don't know anything about that." "Well, the bullet came from the Harrison gun." "Maybe you know something about that." "I don't know anything." "Could you just please leave?" "Do you expect me to believe that you and the Harrison gun being at the wrecking yard at the same time was just a coincidence?" "Lady, they think I shot that cop." "I didn't." "But if I don't find me a witness, I'm gonna fry." "Please, lady." "Your father bought the gun, right?" "Is this where it was kept?" "Please?" "My dad loved Senator Harrison." "When he found out he was running for President, he was so happy." "And when the Senator died, it was like losing a member of our own family." "It broke Dad's heart." "He worked 24 hours a day to convict Yashir." "It became so personal." "And when he finally thought it was over, when he could finally say there was an end to everything, the gun popped up again and killed somebody else." "Daddy bought it and put it here with the others." "It was like a superstition." "I think Daddy thought the guns were cursed." "He was guarding them." "He thought as...as long as he could see them, nothing could happen." "I know that sounds silly." "No." "I understand." "Where's the gun now?" "Who's back there?" "It's my brother." "Todd's not well." "He needs help." "Please don't hurt him!" "Todd!" "Maybe his sister knows where he hangs out." "Any idea where your brother might have ran off to?" "What's the matter?" "It appears we're all looking for the same guy." "Come on, get out." "What are all these people doing here?" "Wyatt?" "Her brother's the one that called about the gun." "These two came in while we were there." "Her brother never showed up." "Your brother has my gun." "Where is he?" " Where is he?" " I don't know." "He ran away when he saw us, okay?" "I don't believe this." "This is totally out of control." "Not only have you lost my gun, you have identified me, idiot!" "It's the guy with the gun." "This is Maddox." "I called before." " You have the gun?" " Yeah." "Uh, the other guy tell you I wanted $70, 000?" "Yes." "Pier 9 in an hour." "Bring the gun." "We have the Harrison gun." "I'll give it to you along with the shipment at your freighter." "Agreed?" "They can identify me along with the illegal shipment of weapons." "Well, what do you want from me?" "Only your silence, Mr. Maddox." "I'll take care of them." "You get my gun." "Oh, I don't like this." "I didn't wanna kill anybody." "I'll do it at sea." "Away from you." "Have them put into the cargo container." "No, Mr. Thornton, still no word from MacGyver." "I'll let you know the moment I hear something." "Oh, man, this is great." "Maybe there's something we can blast the doors open with." "What's he doing?" "He's trying to get us out of here." "Just relax, that's what he does." "Laura?" "Yeah, right." "Number two cable over here." "Ah, yeah, that's it." "A little more, though." "All set?" "Yeah." "I think that's him." "I'm gonna go down and see." "Have you got it?" "It's Todd." "He's brought the gun." "You guys get these straps off." " Okay, we got the straps off." " What now?" "Attach them on the back wall and strap yourself in." "I'll be right there." "MacGyver?" "Breeze?" "What happened to them?" "The Harrison gun." "I promised you war and profit, my friend." "This will contribute to both." "All right, ready?" "Everyone agreed that the problem of crime guns finding their way back to the streets, required an aggressive solution." "And so, through the good offices of Chief Cooke, the police department, in association with the Phoenix Foundation, is beginning a new program of destroying, rather than auctioning off, weapons that have been used in crimes." " Chief Cooke." " Thank you." "This is a program" "I've been looking forward to implementing for some time." "Now, that's not to say that there's not a legitimate gun market out there for decent people who want to hunt or get some private practice in at the range." "But I've been convinced that we don't need to recycle crime guns back into our community." "Hear, hear." "Now's the time for the real ceremony." "Breeze?" "I was born with guns." "I grew up with them." "I discovered green grass and trees and clean air later." "So I guess I'm an expert." "On this subject at least." "We need to get rid of everything that pollutes our planet." "So today, we're gonna get rid of another kind of pollution, 'cause it will not do any good to save the Earth, if there's nobody here to enjoy it." "This is my friend, Laura Fowler." "To begin this ceremony, I'd like to donate my father's collection of crime guns, including the Harrison gun, which has done the last of its damage." "Well, that is about 1, 000 guns that nobody is gonna use on anybody else." "Yeah." "A 1, 000 down." "Only a 100 million to go."