"There was a time when about the worst thing you could say about a man was that he was a horse thief." "In some places, that's still true today, particularly when the horse that gets stolen belongs to a king." "And it's considered to be maybe the most expensive horse alive." "When's it's a tribal leader who does the stealing, you've got the makings of a small war." "And 'cause small wars have a way of becoming big ones, it saves a lot of trouble if the horse gets back to where it belongs." "No!" "Don't shoot!" "You'll hit the horse!" "Typical." "Just when you're getting ahead, somebody always changes the odds." "Halt!" "He is mine." "You know, we could go back to your place and talk about this." "Nah, didn't think so." "Hyah!" "Kill him!" "I'm with you, pal." "I hate heights." "You know, my life is like a rubber ball." "No sooner do I get the horse returned, and I bounce right into another assignment." "Intelligence agents are a very cautious bunch." "Take Nicolai Grodsky, for example, an old buddy of mine." "He's got some top secret information, and, like any good agent, he'll only hand it over to someone he trusts, in this case, me." "And that's just fine." "I get to visit Budapest again." "And having a big road rally in town is like a bonus." "Sorry." "Hey!" "No!" "Good opening move." "Nice fast dip, good carry." "On a scale of one to ten, ten being best, give you about a six, maybe a seven, but you looked down at your hand." "That's a cardinal no-no!" "You gypsy?" "No, not that I know of." "Why?" "'Cause it takes a gypsy to catch a gypsy." "You look American." "Want a guide?" "Jana is the best." "I don't think I'll be needing no guide." "I've been here quite a few times before." "Thank you." "Okay, then I sell you a special gypsy blessing." "Keep you safe." "Sell?" "You wanna sell me something?" "I just caught you..." "Okay, okay." "For free." "'Cause you caught me." "That's right." "Taught me a lesson." "Uh-huh." "For free." "All right!" "Go in safety." "Find what you seek." "Thank you, Jana." "That was very nice." "She did it again!" "He has been walking around for three hours." "Grodsky is a cautious man." "Not surprising in a double agent, which is why Moscow wants pictures of whomever he contacts." "The watch looks very valuable." "Valuable?" "It contains the name of a dozen key KGB agents in England." "We want the watch and Grodsky and his contacts." "Yo, Grods!" "MacGyver!" "I didn't expect you, old friend." "Yeah, kind of a surprise to me, too." "A pleasant one, I might add." "How are you doing, Nicki?" "With you as my contact now, perfect." "I have the names in my watch, but not here." "The Cafe Mozart, remember?" "Keep taping!" "Whoo!" "Here's your newspaper, sir." "Oh, thank you." "Grodsky!" "Nicolai Grodsky!" "Is he all right?" "He is dead!" "The American he spoke to at the trash barrel-- where is he?" "That's him!" "Yo, Grods!" "Freeze." "Now close up." "Now fast-forward until there." "Here's your newspaper, sir." "Tighter." "The watch." "Uh-huh." "I want that girl." "And the man." "Both, Inspector." "Well, I will try, but it may be difficult." "Inspector Messic, I am Russian, you are Hungarian." "But I'm sure we are comrades in socialist reality." "Please, Comrade Kossov, my government has given me instructions." "I am at your disposal." "We will run this man's photograph through the border control, through all the hotels, the banks, the railways, the airport authorities." "We will find him." "And have you checked the girl?" "A Gypsy." "Budapest has Gypsies like a dog has fleas." "They have no papers, no addresses." "They change their names..." "Inspector Messic," "Ivan, I love Budapest-- good food, excellent wine, charming women." "But if I do not retrieve Grodsky's watch," "I will return to Moscow in disgrace." "An ugly,coldcity." "And if I am cold, you could freeze to death." "Thank you." "Thank you, thank you." "Luck to you, sir." "May your beauty increase, if that were possible, ma'am." "Thank you." "Hi." "I'm in the market for a Swiss Army knife." "Jana!" "Don't worry about Jana." "She can vanish like a shadow in the sunshine." "All right." "Okay." "I've got it." "Right here." "Thank you very much." "Now I want the watch." "Gypsies don't need a watch." "They don't tell time." "Jana, don't mess with me." "It's worth a lot, huh?" "A very good friend of mine was killed for that watch." "What do you think?" "Okay, MacGyver, I'll get your watch." ""Get"?" "You will get me the watch?" "I gave it to my brother, Bruno." "All right, let's go talk to your brother, Bruno." "Police!" "Hey..." "Bruno!" "Let me go!" "Let me go!" "My brother!" "My brother!" "They killed your friend?" "Yeah." "So what are they gonna do to my family?" "They confess to everything... and nothing." "They tell a lie and lie about lying." "They're Gypsies." "They're trying to protect the girl." "Eh, she's family." "But the American..." "MacGyver." "We have a name and a picture while he has the watch." "So, we hold them here in Borza, and we'll continue to look for the American and the girl." "I assume suitable pressure will be applied to this scum." "I don't like that, Comrade Major." "I will do what I must to get the watch back." "I'm not a sadist." "I'm a realist." "24 hours." "No more." "Then, my way." "Shh." "Hush." "You want a drink, Gypsy?" "Ah, Gypsies, they're like mongrel dogs." "It's a public service when you kill one." "Why do they hate us?" "Some people are scared of anybody who runs free." "Don't worry, Jana." "We'll figure a way to get them out." "Jana, you say the supply truck gets here about 5:00?" "Yeah, MacGyver." "But... but they search it before it goes out." "They'd be stupid not to." "MacGyver, this doesn't make any sense to me." "Think of it as a light bulb sandwich and hope they swallow it." "Truck should be here any minute." "Let's go!" "Excuse me, guys." "My mom had a chili recipe that would just about blow your socks off." "Shake of this, pinch of that, and just let it cook." "I changed the ingredients a little-- salt, sugar, weed killer." "I wouldn't want to eat it, but the end result should be... dynamite." "Jana thought you might want to get out of here." "You American?" "From the street corner." "Name's MacGyver." "How do you arrange this leaving?" "Well, I've got some plans." "You guys just hang tough, all right?" "Okay, guys, get crazy." "Ah, get off my foot, you...!" "Back to work!" "Back!" "Chili should nearly be cooked." "Time to wrap this thing up." "It's an escape plan!" "Jana, let's go!" "Okay, you guys, settle down." "Now, where's my watch?" "I sold it." "You sold it?" "!" "Jana's brother sold the watch to another gypsy, a fence named Reena." "Trendy little joint she's got here." "I see the beautiful people just stopped in to have a quick cocktail before the ballet." "Evening, gents." "I'm looking for a, uh for Reena." "Reena?" "That is a nice name." "What is yours?" "MacGyver." "What do you want," "MacGyver?" "Well, now, that's kind of personal... and important, too." "Then we are truly interested." "Where do you come from and why?" "What exactly is your business with Reena?" "Well, now, you seem to be asking more questions than I'm willing to answer at the moment." "Boys, boys..." "let's talk." "See, I'm just kind of a peace-loving guy like the rest of you." "I like a good time." "Let's not be ridiculous." "Now that I have your undivided attention..." "MacGyver," "I am Reena." "Why don't we talk?" "Okay." "Excuse me." "You know, I really don't drink too much." "Virtuous or suspicious?" "Habit." "No matter." "To your health, MacGyver... which would be in considerable risk if I sent you back downstairs." "Yeah, is there a back way out of here?" "Of course." "Several..." "but you have to earn them." "Which brings us to business." "You are American." "What are you selling, blue jeans?" "Buying... watches." "Uh-huh." "Digital or spring-wound?" "Old-fashioned." "It's a family heirloom." "Yeah, I know." "I know the family that sold it to you." "Those stinking gypsy wharf rats." "If their hides were worth the trouble," "I'd have them gutted, skinned and used as rugs." "I thought you were a gypsy, too." "I am." "Takes one to know one." "And how do you know them, MacGyver?" "Oh, call it luck." "I know exactly what you mean." "Now... tell me why this is worth so much to you." "You're okay, Reena." "I think I'm going to have to be honest with you." "Never say that to a gypsy." "It makes us nervous." "Okay." "The watch carries information." "I want it, your police want it, the Russians want it bad enough to kill for it." "You're telling the truth." "That your lie detector?" "Gypsy magic... and, like most gypsy magic, a cheat, but nice." "You said information." "You mean political?" "What kind?" "Let me show you." "Yeah." "Names... of some of their people." "Who spy on some of your people." "Yeah, something like that." "What are you offering, MacGyver?" "Well, Reena, I don't have a lot of cash on me." "Do you take plastic?" "I don't deal in credit." "You can't afford to buy it, MacGyver... so it's a gift." "I owe you one." "Taxi!" "Come on!" "Hurry up!" "The police are right behind us." "Got it." "Yeah." "MacGyver!" "So you owe us for helping you, right?" "Jana..." "It's only that we like you, MacGyver." "We want to go with you." "Where?" "America!" "America!" "Right, right." "The U. S. of A." "Clint Eastwood." "Coca-Cola." "Jana..." "Girls just wanna have fun." "Please." "Oh, no..." "Can you get mechanics' overalls for the whole family?" "Like a shoot." "Why?" "'Cause we're going to have to get across the border fast." "That rally at Boot Park's got all kinds of racing cars, and I figure we're going to have to borrow a few." "You know what I mean?" "I think Tamasz is going to be unhappy about his taxi." "It's okay." "We'll be in America." "All right, you all know what to do?" "Yes." "Let's go!" "A credit card can usually get you out of a jam." "I'm hoping this will create one." "So, what did he say?" "They found that gypsy taxi in Boot Park." "And MacGyver?" "Make the assumption." "You may save yourself those cold winters in Moscow, comrade." "Let's go!" "All mobile units, close pursuit!" "What is wrong with the traffic signals?" "That will do no good." "I'm right behind them." "Motorcycle police." "They got through the traffic jam, MacGyver." "Hang on." "We're just going to have to go where they can't for now." "Why are all the lights against us?" "!" "Inspector, can't you go any faster?" "It's delicious!" "We can't go this way, MacGyver!" "Into the Horvath Building?" "Connect with two underground garages?" "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "Rock and roll." "Is this what you wanted it for?" "Not exactly." "Get some duct tape out of my pocket." "Okay." "We are closing in." "Now, take the police radio and tape it to your transistor." "Heading to intercept." "They've already crossed half the city." "They are heading for St. Ivan's." "Inspector Messic here." "All units, all units seal off the Church of St. Ivan." "Is this okay, MacGyver?" "Yeah, not bad." "Now, if we can get that up on something tall, we can blow out police radios for a mile." "That's unbearable!" "What is..." "what's going on?" "Can't you turn that off?" "Is that your tall building?" "It's the best I could do." "It's terrific!" "Inspector Messic here." "Messic here." "Can you read me?" "This is Inspector Messic." "Aah!" "They're heading for the border." "I sure hope your cousin's gotten to the gate in time." "No!" "They're in Austria!" "We can't afford a major incident." "Thank you, Comrade Major." "MacGyver!" "You got it!" "All right!" "MacGyver, how can I...?" "How can we...?" "Ah, come on, there's nothing to it." "It'll take a couple of days to get you processed, but you're on your way." "Whoo, we're free!" "You're leaving us now?" "Well, yeah, honey, I have to." "Hey..." "Here." "But you need it." "Now, come on, you earned it." "Jana, you don't have to do this." "You earned it." "Come here."