MacGyver (1985–1992): Season 6, Episode 10 - The Visitor - full transcript
MacGyver interrupts his car voyage after witnessing at night what seems an UFO landing. Meeting young Tommy Wiley, who pouts having to move to a paradisaic planet as his father, a simpleton farmer in debt, sees no other hope for his terminally ill mother, Mac smells a rat. Indeed, the 'phenomenon' is staged cleverly by the crook couple Ray and dawn Rigel, who charge the farmers the price of their farm, but will stop at nothing to cash in and move on. The sheriff has no basis to act, except against Mac.
(Engine stops)
Phil: Quite a show.
What do you think it is?
I don't know.
But I'm gonna get a closer look.
(Crickets chirping)
(Door squeaking)
(Leaves rustling)
Hey.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Take it easy, take it easy,
I'm not gonna hurt you,
I'm not gonna hurt you.
(Panting) I thought
you were an alien.
No.
I'm a real live
human being. See?
(Sighs)
You live here?
No. This is... was
the abbott place.
Now where are they?
I don't know. They just
upped and left one night.
No one knows why.
Huh.
Did you see those lights?
Yeah. It was awesome.
Yeah.
Hi. My name is MacGyver.
Oh, yeah. I heard your name.
You're working
at the hot spring.
Yeah. That's right.
I'm Tommy wiley. I
live across the road.
Well, I'd better
be going. So long.
W-w-wait a minute. Um,
do you think your folks would
mind if I used their phone?
Probably.
Well, you see, the electrical
system in my car is shot,
and I'm gonna need a tow truck.
My dad doesn't like strangers.
It's 12 miles back to elm creek.
Uh, okay.
But I can't promise you nothin'.
Anything.
Whatever.
Yeah.
Where have you been?
You're late for dinner.
Who are you?
Uh, this is MacGyver.
He's working at the hot Springs.
His car conked out in
front of the abbott place.
What were you doing over there?
We were both looking
at the light show, actually.
Lights.
Yeah. They were
like a big saucer.
All blue and white.
I bet they saw
them clear to town.
Yeah. You didn't see 'em?
I don't have time to
go chasing after lights.
My wife's not well.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Take this soup to your
mother before it gets cold.
Yes, dad.
Uh, see you, MacGyver.
Hope you get your car fixed.
Tommy, get on with it.
What's wrong with
your car, mister?
Well, I'm not sure. I think
it's the electrical system.
Well, parnell down at the elm
creek garage has got a tow truck.
You can use the phone
in the living room there.
Thanks.
Tommy: (Whispers) MacGyver.
Sarah: Is that you, Tommy?
(Dog barking)
Morning.
Hi.
Phil sternwise,
vortex vacuums.
MacGyver.
Did you find out what
caused those lights?
No, I got whacked on the head
before I could get close enough.
Did you happen
to see what hit me?
I didn't see anything,
except that bright light.
Definitely saucer-shaped.
Well, did you see
anything on the ground,
uh, a metallic,
shiny sort of thing?
Kind of cigar-shaped?
Yeah.
A landing craft from the
mother ship, perhaps?
Tell me, Mr. MacGyver,
Do you believe
in flying saucers?
Well, as a matter of fact,
I tend to chalk that stuff
up to natural phenomenon.
But you must admit,
considering all
the stars out there,
Life on other planets
is more than possible.
It's practically a certainty.
And some very credible people
have reported seeing ufos.
Police officers, military
and airline pilots.
Let's just say I have
yet to be convinced.
Ah, a man of science.
Then perhaps you'd be interested
In a great vacuum cleaner.
The vortex 6,000.
The next generation in
household care appliances.
Well, thanks, but, uh,
I'm not in the market.
Oh, well.
Good luck in hunting your natural
phenomenon, Mr. MacGyver.
Here's your receipt.
$245.
That includes labor.
But this generator's
only a month old.
I installed it myself.
Well, that may be,
but it's junk now.
Say,
were you in abbott's
field last night
when them lights
were flying around?
- Yeah.
- Uh-huh.
Now, there's your answer.
I read them ufos emit
electromagnetic radiation.
That fouls up anything
that runs on electricity.
Is that right?
A documented fact.
Pretty soon them aliens
will be coming down everywhere,
just drain all our electricity.
Then we'll be at their mercy.
It's just the beginning.
You watch.
(Sighs)
Thank you.
(Meter crackling)
You're trespassing, mister.
This is private property.
Well, I thought the folks who
lived here packed up and left.
What the Abbotts
did is their business.
The bank owns it now
and they made me caretaker
Until it's resold.
And I got enough to worry
about without you going around
spreading some crazy
gossip about lights in the sky.
Hello, John.
Been having some
excitement last night, I hear.
Yeah, more than
I care for, sheriff.
Everybody in town
must've seen those lights.
My phone's been
ringing all night.
Thought I'd come out
and take a look for myself.
Well, I'm glad you're here. I
just caught this fellow trespassing.
You're that scientist from
the Phoenix foundation,
Been poking around
the hot Springs, right?
The name's MacGyver.
Mind if I ask what you're doing
out here now, Mr. MacGyver?
Well,
I saw the lights
last night, too.
I just wanted to
see what it was.
It's a curiosity, all right.
Still, it's my bet it's just
some local kids playing a joke.
- That's kind of
sophisticated - for kids, sheriff.
If you didn't mind, I'd
sure like to take some tests.
Sheriff, I just
fertilized this field.
Now, some hooligans caused
enough damage already,
I don't need a bunch of ufo
nuts tramping all over the place.
Now, John, I'm sure
Mr. MacGyver means well.
Oh, they're the ones that
cause the most trouble.
This is private
property, mister.
Next trespasser I
find will know it, too.
He's got a problem?
Oh, he's just scared like
other folks in these parts.
These aren't easy times.
The Phoenix
foundation gonna build
Some kind of new power plant
up there at the hot Springs?
Yeah, geothermal.
Sounds like it could mean
paying jobs for these folks.
I think that's more important
than chasing after little
green men, don't you?
Yes, sir.
(Truck door closes)
(Truck engine starts)
Tommy?
Please,
don't let my dad know I'm here.
He'd blow his gourd
if he knew I told you.
Told me what?
These really weird people
have been coming to our farm.
They told my dad
they know lots of people
who are having the
same kind of trouble as us.
They said they can fix things.
But I don't care!
I'm not going with
them, MacGyver!
I'll run away instead.
Tom, w-w-what are you
talking about? Go where?
On their spaceship.
Dad says they're gonna
take us to another planet.
Uh, Tom,
I just talked to your dad.
He didn't strike me
as the kind of guy
That would believe
in flying saucers.
But he didn't,
until the aliens showed up.
Wait a minute, whoa.
Aliens?
They're just like
us, but different.
Mom says they look like they've
never been sick in their whole lives.
They said they're
from outer space, huh?
Yeah. It's got no wars,
no diseases. No one ever dies.
That's why dad
wants to take mom.
She's got cancer.
I'm sorry to hear that, Tom.
I'll bet this trip
costs a lot, huh?
Dad says it's worth all
we've got if it helps mom.
I want her to get better, too,
but I'm scared.
I don't want to go
to another planet.
Trust me.
Nobody's going
to another planet.
But they came back this morning.
I heard them say they talked to
the aliens on that ship we saw.
It's all been arranged.
We're going.
Tonight.
(Sighs)
Tom, you got any idea where
I could find these people?
I followed them on my bike
after they left this morning.
They've parked their trailer
at the elm creek campground.
What am I gonna
do, Mr. MacGyver?
You're gonna go home. Come on.
I'll see if I can talk these
people into scrubbing their flight.
In the meantime,
no running away, okay?
- Okay.
- All right, get.
Can I help you, mister?
I was just admiring
your trailer.
It's a silver streak, isn't it?
Yeah.
It suits our needs,
mister...
MacGyver.
Name's rigel.
Ray rigel.
What is your real
reason for being here?
Oh, honest, I was just looking.
Looking for what?
Love?
Joy?
A new beginning?
I can help.
That's enough, ray.
This man is not a believer.
(Knocking on door)
Mr. MacGyver?
Hey, sheriff.
My secretary says you were
looking for me at the station.
Yeah, I got a chance
to study a dirt sample
from that burned
patch in the field.
I thought we agreed you were
gonna leave that ufo nonsense to me.
The dirt contains napalm.
The stuff they dropped at nam?
Yeah, it's used in
flamethrowers as well.
It's how they faked
the landing site.
And who are they?
A couple calling
themselves the rigels.
The plate on their trailer
says they're from Illinois.
Why would a couple of
tourists go to all that trouble?
They're not tourists.
They're con artists.
Tommy wiley says that they
talked his folks into booking passage
On a spaceship
to another planet.
Oh, John wiley's the most
Bible-fearing man I know.
He'd never swallow
such nonsense.
They've got him convinced that
they can cure his wife's cancer.
Sheriff, you don't believe me.
Quite frankly, I
don't blame you.
But I think you should
talk to the wileys.
The steam from those hot
Springs must've baked your brain.
You expect me flat-out
to ask John wiley
if he's planning a
trip to outer space?
I'd be laughed out of my job.
(Sighs) All right. Well,
At least check out the rigels.
Run their plates
through the Illinois dmv.
See if they've got
any kind of a record.
That's the number.
All right. On one condition.
You steer clear
of the wileys.
Yes, sir.
(Birds chirping)
You go in the house and see
if your mother needs anything.
Well, go on.
Hello, John.
How is Sarah?
Good as can be expected.
Cold weather troubles her.
You'll be happy to know
the temperature on our planet
Never drops below 70 of
your fahrenheit degrees.
Well, that's nice.
This should be a glorious time
for you and your family, John.
But I sense you're troubled.
I worry for Tommy.
And this man's been
around the landing site,
wanting to run some tests.
Would this man be
called MacGyver?
Yeah, that's it.
Do you know him?
There's very little
we don't know, John.
Oh, John, this could
complicate our plans.
Yes, I'm afraid our superiors
Will ask us to
cancel the trip now.
Oh, they can't.
We have a deal.
The decision isn't
ours to make, John.
It's up to them.
However, there is one thing
You can do that may
convince them otherwise.
I've already agreed to
give them my life's savings.
I'm gonna take a
loan out on the farm.
What more could they want?
Nobody questions your
faith and commitment, John.
But this MacGyver,
he could destroy everything
we've worked so
hard to accomplish.
My suggestion is, he be
neutralized.
(Meter crackling)
How do, folks?
Phil sternwise, vortex vacuum.
Where'd you come from?
Spotted your trailer.
Walked in from the road.
What I have here is the
future of household cleaning.
Dawn: We're not in the market.
(Phil laughing)
Phil: That's what they all say.
Till I show them my
all-purpose, lightweight model.
Ideal for trailers, I might add.
With the vortex 6,000,
dust is a thing of the past.
It comes with a full line of attachments,
for carpets, hardwood, upholstery, and
those hard-to-reach corners.
Ray: You heard my wife, mister.
We're not interested.
Oh, well.
(Phil sighing)
Can't blame a fella
for trying, I always say.
MacGyver.
Hey, sheriff, come on in.
You and I have to talk.
What the Sam hill was that?
Electrochemical plasma.
It's what we all saw last night.
I thought I told you to
lay off that ufo business.
No, you told me to stay away
from the wileys, which I have done.
But I'm positive the rigels
are behind this whole thing.
Come here, take a look at this.
Let's say these ammonia vapors
are coming off abbott's
field from the fresh fertilizer,
and the hydro
lines over the field
get a sudden shot of electricity
from the generator
in their trailer,
Like this wire.
Instant ufo.
Now, a flame thrower
would make, uh, the jet burns.
And then they
salted the entire area
with a very low-grade uranium,
Just hot enough to create
a mysterious radiation.
(Meter crackling)
You can't actually
prove the rigels did this.
They've got everything
in their trailer to do it.
Check them out.
I did check them out.
The vehicle services
department in Springfield
Says the rigels are
from Orion, Illinois.
Sheriff,
I think it's pronounced Orion.
Rigel is a star in the
Orion constellation.
This has got to be an alias.
Listen, I checked
like you asked,
and this is the
answer from the dmv.
Well, I think it's
a phony answer.
And I think you're driving me
and everybody else
around here nuts.
And this is the result of it.
An arrest warrant? For what?
John wiley phoned
mad as a pit bull.
Says he saw you
back in the abbott's field
after you were
warned to stay out.
Well, I'm sorry, but he's lying!
I never went near the place.
Well, then it's your
word against his.
But John went to
the county attorney,
and had you charged
with trespassin'.
So I got no choice.
You're under arrest, MacGyver.
Ray: You did a good job of
convincing the county attorney.
MacGyver should
be in jail all night,
where he won't interfere
with your departure.
We're leaving tonight?
So soon?
Oh, don't be afraid, John.
It's a better world, where people
like you can live with peace,
and health and dignity again.
I trust you made
arrangements to get the money?
You're sure you need so much?
No one on our planet
needs money, John.
What little we keep is
to carry on our work here.
But the important thing is that only
by divesting yourselves completely,
can you prove that you
are ready to live in our world.
You must cut all
links to this life, John.
No compromises.
Fifty thousand's all the bank
would loan on our property.
Still, it's so much money.
Please, John.
These people want to help us.
I trust them.
All right.
We'll have the
money when it's time.
Wonderful.
Tonight,
You and Tommy will leave
this troubled world forever.
Sheriff: Thanks, hon.
Well, you're in luck, MacGyver.
My wife makes some of
the best jailhouse cooking
you ever tried.
My thanks to your wife, sheriff,
but I'd just as soon
get out of here.
Well, you come up with
$1,000 bail, and you're free to go.
I spent all my cash
getting my car fixed.
Well,
then you'll just have to wait till the
judge gets back tomorrow morning.
It's only one night
in jail, MacGyver.
Sheriff, the rigels know that.
It means they've gotta make their
final move on the wileys tonight.
The wileys are your friends.
Don't you care if
they get ripped off?
Phil: Or worse.
Sheriff: I didn't see you
standin' there, mister.
Can I help you?
Phil sternwise, vortex vacuum.
Oh, I don't need one.
That's what they all say.
But I'm not here to make a sale.
I want to post
bail for this man.
So don't you
think it's about time
you told me who you are?
Phil sternwise.
Vortex vacuums. Yeah, I know.
- But you're more involved
here than - you're lettin' on.
Who do you work for?
The government,
police, military, what?
I'm a concerned
bystander, like you.
The wileys seem
like good people.
They almost bought a
vacuum cleaner from me once.
Yeah, but,
how do you manage
to keep showin' up
the way...
I mean, it's weird,
you got to admit it here.
A good salesman always manages
to be where he's needed the most.
(Deflating)
What do you think
you're doing, boy?
Hey, what are you doing?
Let me go!
What'll we do with him?
Lock him in the trailer.
We'll keep him out of the
way until we've got the money.
Leave me alone! Let me go!
(Sighing)
I warned you about
trespassing, mister.
Now you're on my land.
I'm within my rights
to blow you away.
Mr. Wiley, please,
you've got to listen to me.
The rigels are con artists.
Yeah, they warned me
you'd try to ruin everything.
I know how they created
that ufo we saw last night.
It's nothing but a bunch
of gas and electricity,
I can show you how they did it.
Come on, give me a chance.
Okay, mister, let's
see what you got.
Well, go on, show me,
and be quick about it.
Sarah: No!
You've got nothing to show us.
What are you doing out of bed?
Tommy's not in his room.
I can't find him anywhere.
What have you done with our boy?
I haven't seen him.
I don't believe you.
You're trying to keep him from
us so that we can't take the trip.
There isn't going to
be a trip, Mrs. Wiley.
The rigels made
the whole thing up.
You're a disbeliever.
There is no flying saucer.
No paradise on
some distant planet.
Mrs. Wiley, you've got to
believe that all that we get
is right here, right now.
We are god-fearing
people, Mr. MacGyver.
But what have we got?
A farm that we
can't afford to keep,
bills we can't pay,
the bank and the
government on our backs.
Doctors' bills, hospitals...
I know that god never
meant us to live like this.
There has to be a better place.
A place where bad things
don't happen to good people.
We're going to find it.
Don't try to stop us.
You heard my wife.
And don't come back.
(Gasping)
Oh!
What are you doing here?
I thought you might need a hand.
Oh, man.
What is all this?
It's a little demonstration
for the wileys.
I hope you're not too late.
Come on.
John: Evenin',
folks. Come on in.
Give me a hand here.
Straighten that out.
Watch your hands.
Well, folks, are you
ready for the journey?
Tommy's gone missing.
We can't go without him.
The boy is safe in our trailer.
You found him? Thank god!
He's a little hysterical
about the trip.
I think it would be better to leave
him alone until you're ready to go.
Is that so?
Do you have the money?
I'll give it to you just as
soon as we're all on the ship.
That's not how it's done, John.
You see, you must prove that
you're willing to commit totally,
before they'll allow you aboard.
Payment before delivery,
is that it?
You must understand...
I think i'm just starting to.
Like maybe you folks don't
really expect to deliver after all.
John,
this kind of mistrust can
destroy everything you worked for.
Don't lose faith now.
I'd rather lose my faith
Than our life savings to
a couple of shine artists.
Is that what you think we are?
You let our boy out of
that big tin can right now
before I get the sheriff to
arrest you for kidnappin'.
I don't think so.
Now give us the money!
You can't do this.
We trusted you!
Put a lid on it, lady.
Dawn: Well, John,
Are you ready to
divest yourself?
(Dawn chuckling)
Ray: Stay put.
I'll untie the kid.
It looks as if the rigels
have shown their true colors.
Shall we rush them?
No, there's no telling
what they'll do with that gun.
I got another idea.
(Grunting)
Ah, a salt lick.
You're turning your demonstration
into a distraction, I see.
Sodium chloride is perfect,
in case there's not enough fertilizer
in the cow pen to produce gas.
Hmm.
Right.
Why don't you do the same?
Yes.
Tommy: No! Let me go!
Tommy: You see? They're
crooks, just like MacGyver said.
Sarah: Oh, John,
I've been a fool.
Get the flamethrower.
There's gonna be
a terrible accident.
Dawn: Go on! Move it!
(Door rattling)
Let's do it.
Come on! This way.
Look. There.
You get that one.
(Grunting)
Ray: Nice to see you, MacGyver.
(Flamethrower whirring)
Stop!
(Flamethrower whirring)
(Flamethrower sputtering)
(Grunting)
(Groans)
Tommy: MacGyver!
How'd you guys
get out of the barn?
Well, the door was open all of
a sudden, and the fire was gone.
Didn't you unlock the door?
No, uh...
Must have been Phil.
Who?
Phil.
The little guy?
The vacuum cleaner
salesman, he was right...
He was here.
My deputy found a pile
of forged ids in their trailer.
It seems the rigels had
a dozen different aliases.
Even the FBI was
looking for 'em.
MacGyver, we owe
you a big thanks.
Without you, well...
Thank you for not giving
up on us, Mr. MacGyver.
They're coming up with new
treatments all the time, Mrs. Wiley.
Don't you give up on that, okay?
Oh, by the way, MacGyver,
my deputy looked in at the motel
for that Phil sternwise
character, like you asked.
He checked out this afternoon.
I remember he came here
just before the rigels showed up.
Tried sellin' us a
vacuum cleaner.
Mighty strange fella.
Yeah. Yeah.
You gotta see what's outside!
Come on!
Hurry up, you guys!
Tommy: Look!
Lord, not again.
Tommy: Wow!
More of that electro-plasm?
No.
That one's movin'.
Yeah, and there are no
hydro lines out there, either.
Well, then, what could it be?
You gotta wonder.
Phil: Quite a show.
What do you think it is?
I don't know.
But I'm gonna get a closer look.
(Crickets chirping)
(Door squeaking)
(Leaves rustling)
Hey.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Take it easy, take it easy,
I'm not gonna hurt you,
I'm not gonna hurt you.
(Panting) I thought
you were an alien.
No.
I'm a real live
human being. See?
(Sighs)
You live here?
No. This is... was
the abbott place.
Now where are they?
I don't know. They just
upped and left one night.
No one knows why.
Huh.
Did you see those lights?
Yeah. It was awesome.
Yeah.
Hi. My name is MacGyver.
Oh, yeah. I heard your name.
You're working
at the hot spring.
Yeah. That's right.
I'm Tommy wiley. I
live across the road.
Well, I'd better
be going. So long.
W-w-wait a minute. Um,
do you think your folks would
mind if I used their phone?
Probably.
Well, you see, the electrical
system in my car is shot,
and I'm gonna need a tow truck.
My dad doesn't like strangers.
It's 12 miles back to elm creek.
Uh, okay.
But I can't promise you nothin'.
Anything.
Whatever.
Yeah.
Where have you been?
You're late for dinner.
Who are you?
Uh, this is MacGyver.
He's working at the hot Springs.
His car conked out in
front of the abbott place.
What were you doing over there?
We were both looking
at the light show, actually.
Lights.
Yeah. They were
like a big saucer.
All blue and white.
I bet they saw
them clear to town.
Yeah. You didn't see 'em?
I don't have time to
go chasing after lights.
My wife's not well.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Take this soup to your
mother before it gets cold.
Yes, dad.
Uh, see you, MacGyver.
Hope you get your car fixed.
Tommy, get on with it.
What's wrong with
your car, mister?
Well, I'm not sure. I think
it's the electrical system.
Well, parnell down at the elm
creek garage has got a tow truck.
You can use the phone
in the living room there.
Thanks.
Tommy: (Whispers) MacGyver.
Sarah: Is that you, Tommy?
(Dog barking)
Morning.
Hi.
Phil sternwise,
vortex vacuums.
MacGyver.
Did you find out what
caused those lights?
No, I got whacked on the head
before I could get close enough.
Did you happen
to see what hit me?
I didn't see anything,
except that bright light.
Definitely saucer-shaped.
Well, did you see
anything on the ground,
uh, a metallic,
shiny sort of thing?
Kind of cigar-shaped?
Yeah.
A landing craft from the
mother ship, perhaps?
Tell me, Mr. MacGyver,
Do you believe
in flying saucers?
Well, as a matter of fact,
I tend to chalk that stuff
up to natural phenomenon.
But you must admit,
considering all
the stars out there,
Life on other planets
is more than possible.
It's practically a certainty.
And some very credible people
have reported seeing ufos.
Police officers, military
and airline pilots.
Let's just say I have
yet to be convinced.
Ah, a man of science.
Then perhaps you'd be interested
In a great vacuum cleaner.
The vortex 6,000.
The next generation in
household care appliances.
Well, thanks, but, uh,
I'm not in the market.
Oh, well.
Good luck in hunting your natural
phenomenon, Mr. MacGyver.
Here's your receipt.
$245.
That includes labor.
But this generator's
only a month old.
I installed it myself.
Well, that may be,
but it's junk now.
Say,
were you in abbott's
field last night
when them lights
were flying around?
- Yeah.
- Uh-huh.
Now, there's your answer.
I read them ufos emit
electromagnetic radiation.
That fouls up anything
that runs on electricity.
Is that right?
A documented fact.
Pretty soon them aliens
will be coming down everywhere,
just drain all our electricity.
Then we'll be at their mercy.
It's just the beginning.
You watch.
(Sighs)
Thank you.
(Meter crackling)
You're trespassing, mister.
This is private property.
Well, I thought the folks who
lived here packed up and left.
What the Abbotts
did is their business.
The bank owns it now
and they made me caretaker
Until it's resold.
And I got enough to worry
about without you going around
spreading some crazy
gossip about lights in the sky.
Hello, John.
Been having some
excitement last night, I hear.
Yeah, more than
I care for, sheriff.
Everybody in town
must've seen those lights.
My phone's been
ringing all night.
Thought I'd come out
and take a look for myself.
Well, I'm glad you're here. I
just caught this fellow trespassing.
You're that scientist from
the Phoenix foundation,
Been poking around
the hot Springs, right?
The name's MacGyver.
Mind if I ask what you're doing
out here now, Mr. MacGyver?
Well,
I saw the lights
last night, too.
I just wanted to
see what it was.
It's a curiosity, all right.
Still, it's my bet it's just
some local kids playing a joke.
- That's kind of
sophisticated - for kids, sheriff.
If you didn't mind, I'd
sure like to take some tests.
Sheriff, I just
fertilized this field.
Now, some hooligans caused
enough damage already,
I don't need a bunch of ufo
nuts tramping all over the place.
Now, John, I'm sure
Mr. MacGyver means well.
Oh, they're the ones that
cause the most trouble.
This is private
property, mister.
Next trespasser I
find will know it, too.
He's got a problem?
Oh, he's just scared like
other folks in these parts.
These aren't easy times.
The Phoenix
foundation gonna build
Some kind of new power plant
up there at the hot Springs?
Yeah, geothermal.
Sounds like it could mean
paying jobs for these folks.
I think that's more important
than chasing after little
green men, don't you?
Yes, sir.
(Truck door closes)
(Truck engine starts)
Tommy?
Please,
don't let my dad know I'm here.
He'd blow his gourd
if he knew I told you.
Told me what?
These really weird people
have been coming to our farm.
They told my dad
they know lots of people
who are having the
same kind of trouble as us.
They said they can fix things.
But I don't care!
I'm not going with
them, MacGyver!
I'll run away instead.
Tom, w-w-what are you
talking about? Go where?
On their spaceship.
Dad says they're gonna
take us to another planet.
Uh, Tom,
I just talked to your dad.
He didn't strike me
as the kind of guy
That would believe
in flying saucers.
But he didn't,
until the aliens showed up.
Wait a minute, whoa.
Aliens?
They're just like
us, but different.
Mom says they look like they've
never been sick in their whole lives.
They said they're
from outer space, huh?
Yeah. It's got no wars,
no diseases. No one ever dies.
That's why dad
wants to take mom.
She's got cancer.
I'm sorry to hear that, Tom.
I'll bet this trip
costs a lot, huh?
Dad says it's worth all
we've got if it helps mom.
I want her to get better, too,
but I'm scared.
I don't want to go
to another planet.
Trust me.
Nobody's going
to another planet.
But they came back this morning.
I heard them say they talked to
the aliens on that ship we saw.
It's all been arranged.
We're going.
Tonight.
(Sighs)
Tom, you got any idea where
I could find these people?
I followed them on my bike
after they left this morning.
They've parked their trailer
at the elm creek campground.
What am I gonna
do, Mr. MacGyver?
You're gonna go home. Come on.
I'll see if I can talk these
people into scrubbing their flight.
In the meantime,
no running away, okay?
- Okay.
- All right, get.
Can I help you, mister?
I was just admiring
your trailer.
It's a silver streak, isn't it?
Yeah.
It suits our needs,
mister...
MacGyver.
Name's rigel.
Ray rigel.
What is your real
reason for being here?
Oh, honest, I was just looking.
Looking for what?
Love?
Joy?
A new beginning?
I can help.
That's enough, ray.
This man is not a believer.
(Knocking on door)
Mr. MacGyver?
Hey, sheriff.
My secretary says you were
looking for me at the station.
Yeah, I got a chance
to study a dirt sample
from that burned
patch in the field.
I thought we agreed you were
gonna leave that ufo nonsense to me.
The dirt contains napalm.
The stuff they dropped at nam?
Yeah, it's used in
flamethrowers as well.
It's how they faked
the landing site.
And who are they?
A couple calling
themselves the rigels.
The plate on their trailer
says they're from Illinois.
Why would a couple of
tourists go to all that trouble?
They're not tourists.
They're con artists.
Tommy wiley says that they
talked his folks into booking passage
On a spaceship
to another planet.
Oh, John wiley's the most
Bible-fearing man I know.
He'd never swallow
such nonsense.
They've got him convinced that
they can cure his wife's cancer.
Sheriff, you don't believe me.
Quite frankly, I
don't blame you.
But I think you should
talk to the wileys.
The steam from those hot
Springs must've baked your brain.
You expect me flat-out
to ask John wiley
if he's planning a
trip to outer space?
I'd be laughed out of my job.
(Sighs) All right. Well,
At least check out the rigels.
Run their plates
through the Illinois dmv.
See if they've got
any kind of a record.
That's the number.
All right. On one condition.
You steer clear
of the wileys.
Yes, sir.
(Birds chirping)
You go in the house and see
if your mother needs anything.
Well, go on.
Hello, John.
How is Sarah?
Good as can be expected.
Cold weather troubles her.
You'll be happy to know
the temperature on our planet
Never drops below 70 of
your fahrenheit degrees.
Well, that's nice.
This should be a glorious time
for you and your family, John.
But I sense you're troubled.
I worry for Tommy.
And this man's been
around the landing site,
wanting to run some tests.
Would this man be
called MacGyver?
Yeah, that's it.
Do you know him?
There's very little
we don't know, John.
Oh, John, this could
complicate our plans.
Yes, I'm afraid our superiors
Will ask us to
cancel the trip now.
Oh, they can't.
We have a deal.
The decision isn't
ours to make, John.
It's up to them.
However, there is one thing
You can do that may
convince them otherwise.
I've already agreed to
give them my life's savings.
I'm gonna take a
loan out on the farm.
What more could they want?
Nobody questions your
faith and commitment, John.
But this MacGyver,
he could destroy everything
we've worked so
hard to accomplish.
My suggestion is, he be
neutralized.
(Meter crackling)
How do, folks?
Phil sternwise, vortex vacuum.
Where'd you come from?
Spotted your trailer.
Walked in from the road.
What I have here is the
future of household cleaning.
Dawn: We're not in the market.
(Phil laughing)
Phil: That's what they all say.
Till I show them my
all-purpose, lightweight model.
Ideal for trailers, I might add.
With the vortex 6,000,
dust is a thing of the past.
It comes with a full line of attachments,
for carpets, hardwood, upholstery, and
those hard-to-reach corners.
Ray: You heard my wife, mister.
We're not interested.
Oh, well.
(Phil sighing)
Can't blame a fella
for trying, I always say.
MacGyver.
Hey, sheriff, come on in.
You and I have to talk.
What the Sam hill was that?
Electrochemical plasma.
It's what we all saw last night.
I thought I told you to
lay off that ufo business.
No, you told me to stay away
from the wileys, which I have done.
But I'm positive the rigels
are behind this whole thing.
Come here, take a look at this.
Let's say these ammonia vapors
are coming off abbott's
field from the fresh fertilizer,
and the hydro
lines over the field
get a sudden shot of electricity
from the generator
in their trailer,
Like this wire.
Instant ufo.
Now, a flame thrower
would make, uh, the jet burns.
And then they
salted the entire area
with a very low-grade uranium,
Just hot enough to create
a mysterious radiation.
(Meter crackling)
You can't actually
prove the rigels did this.
They've got everything
in their trailer to do it.
Check them out.
I did check them out.
The vehicle services
department in Springfield
Says the rigels are
from Orion, Illinois.
Sheriff,
I think it's pronounced Orion.
Rigel is a star in the
Orion constellation.
This has got to be an alias.
Listen, I checked
like you asked,
and this is the
answer from the dmv.
Well, I think it's
a phony answer.
And I think you're driving me
and everybody else
around here nuts.
And this is the result of it.
An arrest warrant? For what?
John wiley phoned
mad as a pit bull.
Says he saw you
back in the abbott's field
after you were
warned to stay out.
Well, I'm sorry, but he's lying!
I never went near the place.
Well, then it's your
word against his.
But John went to
the county attorney,
and had you charged
with trespassin'.
So I got no choice.
You're under arrest, MacGyver.
Ray: You did a good job of
convincing the county attorney.
MacGyver should
be in jail all night,
where he won't interfere
with your departure.
We're leaving tonight?
So soon?
Oh, don't be afraid, John.
It's a better world, where people
like you can live with peace,
and health and dignity again.
I trust you made
arrangements to get the money?
You're sure you need so much?
No one on our planet
needs money, John.
What little we keep is
to carry on our work here.
But the important thing is that only
by divesting yourselves completely,
can you prove that you
are ready to live in our world.
You must cut all
links to this life, John.
No compromises.
Fifty thousand's all the bank
would loan on our property.
Still, it's so much money.
Please, John.
These people want to help us.
I trust them.
All right.
We'll have the
money when it's time.
Wonderful.
Tonight,
You and Tommy will leave
this troubled world forever.
Sheriff: Thanks, hon.
Well, you're in luck, MacGyver.
My wife makes some of
the best jailhouse cooking
you ever tried.
My thanks to your wife, sheriff,
but I'd just as soon
get out of here.
Well, you come up with
$1,000 bail, and you're free to go.
I spent all my cash
getting my car fixed.
Well,
then you'll just have to wait till the
judge gets back tomorrow morning.
It's only one night
in jail, MacGyver.
Sheriff, the rigels know that.
It means they've gotta make their
final move on the wileys tonight.
The wileys are your friends.
Don't you care if
they get ripped off?
Phil: Or worse.
Sheriff: I didn't see you
standin' there, mister.
Can I help you?
Phil sternwise, vortex vacuum.
Oh, I don't need one.
That's what they all say.
But I'm not here to make a sale.
I want to post
bail for this man.
So don't you
think it's about time
you told me who you are?
Phil sternwise.
Vortex vacuums. Yeah, I know.
- But you're more involved
here than - you're lettin' on.
Who do you work for?
The government,
police, military, what?
I'm a concerned
bystander, like you.
The wileys seem
like good people.
They almost bought a
vacuum cleaner from me once.
Yeah, but,
how do you manage
to keep showin' up
the way...
I mean, it's weird,
you got to admit it here.
A good salesman always manages
to be where he's needed the most.
(Deflating)
What do you think
you're doing, boy?
Hey, what are you doing?
Let me go!
What'll we do with him?
Lock him in the trailer.
We'll keep him out of the
way until we've got the money.
Leave me alone! Let me go!
(Sighing)
I warned you about
trespassing, mister.
Now you're on my land.
I'm within my rights
to blow you away.
Mr. Wiley, please,
you've got to listen to me.
The rigels are con artists.
Yeah, they warned me
you'd try to ruin everything.
I know how they created
that ufo we saw last night.
It's nothing but a bunch
of gas and electricity,
I can show you how they did it.
Come on, give me a chance.
Okay, mister, let's
see what you got.
Well, go on, show me,
and be quick about it.
Sarah: No!
You've got nothing to show us.
What are you doing out of bed?
Tommy's not in his room.
I can't find him anywhere.
What have you done with our boy?
I haven't seen him.
I don't believe you.
You're trying to keep him from
us so that we can't take the trip.
There isn't going to
be a trip, Mrs. Wiley.
The rigels made
the whole thing up.
You're a disbeliever.
There is no flying saucer.
No paradise on
some distant planet.
Mrs. Wiley, you've got to
believe that all that we get
is right here, right now.
We are god-fearing
people, Mr. MacGyver.
But what have we got?
A farm that we
can't afford to keep,
bills we can't pay,
the bank and the
government on our backs.
Doctors' bills, hospitals...
I know that god never
meant us to live like this.
There has to be a better place.
A place where bad things
don't happen to good people.
We're going to find it.
Don't try to stop us.
You heard my wife.
And don't come back.
(Gasping)
Oh!
What are you doing here?
I thought you might need a hand.
Oh, man.
What is all this?
It's a little demonstration
for the wileys.
I hope you're not too late.
Come on.
John: Evenin',
folks. Come on in.
Give me a hand here.
Straighten that out.
Watch your hands.
Well, folks, are you
ready for the journey?
Tommy's gone missing.
We can't go without him.
The boy is safe in our trailer.
You found him? Thank god!
He's a little hysterical
about the trip.
I think it would be better to leave
him alone until you're ready to go.
Is that so?
Do you have the money?
I'll give it to you just as
soon as we're all on the ship.
That's not how it's done, John.
You see, you must prove that
you're willing to commit totally,
before they'll allow you aboard.
Payment before delivery,
is that it?
You must understand...
I think i'm just starting to.
Like maybe you folks don't
really expect to deliver after all.
John,
this kind of mistrust can
destroy everything you worked for.
Don't lose faith now.
I'd rather lose my faith
Than our life savings to
a couple of shine artists.
Is that what you think we are?
You let our boy out of
that big tin can right now
before I get the sheriff to
arrest you for kidnappin'.
I don't think so.
Now give us the money!
You can't do this.
We trusted you!
Put a lid on it, lady.
Dawn: Well, John,
Are you ready to
divest yourself?
(Dawn chuckling)
Ray: Stay put.
I'll untie the kid.
It looks as if the rigels
have shown their true colors.
Shall we rush them?
No, there's no telling
what they'll do with that gun.
I got another idea.
(Grunting)
Ah, a salt lick.
You're turning your demonstration
into a distraction, I see.
Sodium chloride is perfect,
in case there's not enough fertilizer
in the cow pen to produce gas.
Hmm.
Right.
Why don't you do the same?
Yes.
Tommy: No! Let me go!
Tommy: You see? They're
crooks, just like MacGyver said.
Sarah: Oh, John,
I've been a fool.
Get the flamethrower.
There's gonna be
a terrible accident.
Dawn: Go on! Move it!
(Door rattling)
Let's do it.
Come on! This way.
Look. There.
You get that one.
(Grunting)
Ray: Nice to see you, MacGyver.
(Flamethrower whirring)
Stop!
(Flamethrower whirring)
(Flamethrower sputtering)
(Grunting)
(Groans)
Tommy: MacGyver!
How'd you guys
get out of the barn?
Well, the door was open all of
a sudden, and the fire was gone.
Didn't you unlock the door?
No, uh...
Must have been Phil.
Who?
Phil.
The little guy?
The vacuum cleaner
salesman, he was right...
He was here.
My deputy found a pile
of forged ids in their trailer.
It seems the rigels had
a dozen different aliases.
Even the FBI was
looking for 'em.
MacGyver, we owe
you a big thanks.
Without you, well...
Thank you for not giving
up on us, Mr. MacGyver.
They're coming up with new
treatments all the time, Mrs. Wiley.
Don't you give up on that, okay?
Oh, by the way, MacGyver,
my deputy looked in at the motel
for that Phil sternwise
character, like you asked.
He checked out this afternoon.
I remember he came here
just before the rigels showed up.
Tried sellin' us a
vacuum cleaner.
Mighty strange fella.
Yeah. Yeah.
You gotta see what's outside!
Come on!
Hurry up, you guys!
Tommy: Look!
Lord, not again.
Tommy: Wow!
More of that electro-plasm?
No.
That one's movin'.
Yeah, and there are no
hydro lines out there, either.
Well, then, what could it be?
You gotta wonder.