MacGyver (1985–1992): Season 7, Episode 7 - Good Knight MacGyver: Part 1 - full transcript
While researching his family's genealogy, MacGyver discovers that his family name was disgraced during the Middle Ages. He is then knocked unconscious and, not surprisingly, is transported through dreams to the time of King Arthur (a curious Pete look-alike!). Here he must confront some stubborn knights, convince Arthur that he is a friend, and set out in search of his forefathers.
Thornton: Well,
like I told MacGyver,
If anyone could trace a family
tree, it's Dr. Irwin Malcolm.
Now, the MacGyver name disappears
somewhere in the 17th century,
but the m'iver
clan can be traced
All the way back
to the 14th century.
Is there any proof
this m'iver clan
Has anything to
do with my family?
Proof? Proof, lad,
we've got the
strongest of indications.
We're talking about a
time of limited population.
The similarity of
the two names alone,
m'iver and MacGyver,
is enough to indicate kinship.
But on top of that,
the first recorded
chief of the clan
in the 14th
century, iain m'iver,
shares the same first name
With his 17th century
counterpart, iain MacGyver.
Yeah, but that could
be a coincidence, right?
Aye. But, both
men gave their son
the same first name as
you have, Mr. MacGyver.
And that, dear boy, is
more than coincidence.
All the way back
to the 14th century.
That's amazing.
There's more to
it than that, eh?
See for yourself.
The seventh century?
They hardly kept
records back then.
I know that. You think
I'm a nincompoop?
But my search has led
me to mysterious references
Of yet another iain m'iver.
In numerous Gaelic poems
dating all the way back
to the seventh century,
they tell of a man who
fell prey to great evil,
and died shackled in a dungeon,
a victim of wrongful captivity.
And, before you
even ask, I'll tell you,
the answer's yes.
The seventh century
iain m'iver's son
also had your first name.
(People chattering)
MacGyver, I'm impressed.
A friend with roots
in medieval history.
Yeah, yeah.
Your friend Malcolm's
real interesting,
but his methods
aren't too scientific.
Oh, come on, he's
the best. I swear it.
Listen, he found whole
generations of my ancestors
I didn't even know I had.
Yeah, I'll bet.
Man 1: Hurry it up, will you? I
don't want to spend all day here.
Man 2: Come on, man, move it!
I'm going as fast as I can.
Well, that's not very smart.
What?
There.
Perfect. Got it.
Hey!
MacGyver: Look out!
(People chattering)
(Birds chirping)
Knight 1: Are you
mad? Away, fool.
Balladeer: Run!
Get up.
(All chattering)
Look at the clothing
on that bloke.
- The horses are coming.
- A stranger.
Move, fool!
- Away, fool. The horses are coming.
- Make haste!
(All chattering)
You got to be kidding me.
Balladeer: Galahad is down!
Galahad is down.
Knight 1: Duncan
will finish him.
Poor Galahad.
Sir Galahad? The sir Galahad?
Hey, what's going on
here? Where's Pete?
Silence, stranger!
(Groaning)
What's this?
Sir Galahad, the
king's favorite,
Whimpering like a
frightened chambermaid?
Joust the second
round or prepare to die.
My arm, Duncan.
I cannot move it.
Pity, pretty Galahad.
Spare him, Duncan.
Let Galahad live.
Have mercy! I pray you.
There is no mercy in battle!
No, wait!
Who is this bumpkin?
All right, all right.
What's the joke?
Who are you guys?
You dare interrupt sir
Duncan in knightly combat?
Knightly combat?
Come on, where am I?
Camelot, you fool!
Camelot, eh?
Look, I hate to butt in,
But you can't kill sir Galahad.
It'll screw up history.
What history?
Well, Galahad's gonna lead
a quest to find the holy grail.
He can't die.
The holy grail?
Yes, the holy
grail. Trust me, I...
(Horse snuffling)
(Horse neighing)
I know about these things.
Who is this babbling fool?
Perhaps a sorcerer
from some foreign land.
(All exclaiming)
Observe the strange clothing.
Sorcerer? No, forget about it.
I'm no sorcerer.
Beware, Duncan. I
sense demon magic.
Duncan fears no man nor magic.
Your choice, stranger.
Second your fallen
friend or watch him die.
Second?
Exactly what does that mean?
You ride in his stead in
the next round of combat.
Look, can't we just talk?
No talk!
Ride or watch him die!
MacGyver: All right.
All right, you win.
I'll second him.
You will do this
for me, stranger?
I don't see any way
out of this. Do you?
Use my armor, friend.
Yeah. It looks a little heavy.
Keep it. Thanks.
Choose your weapon,
friend, be it Lance or halberd.
Uh...
Neither.
(Scoffing) The fool fights
without arms or armor.
(All laughing)
Can I use that rope?
Fetch him that rope.
Let him hang himself.
(All laughing)
Merlin: See to Galahad.
The field of battle is not a
place for wounded doves.
Man 1: A rope against the
Lance? The stranger is mad.
Man 2: A fool is more like it.
(All chattering)
Let the contest begin!
(All cheering)
Oh, man.
Coward, fight!
Merlin: Duncan,
Duncan, are you harmed?
Away! Away!
A fine contest, good sir.
Glorious combat.
I like this not at all.
♪ Listen, ye lords,
to the tale that I sing ♪
♪ to the marvel and
wondrous and distant thing ♪
♪ the stranger appeared
in Galahad's time ♪
♪ accepting dread
Duncan's fight ♪
♪ shunning armor and
Lance with his length of twine ♪
♪ he felled the mighty knight ♪
(All laugh)
His majesty, king Arthur,
Sovereign of the round table.
Hey, Pete!
Stay your tongue. Kneel.
Do not address Arthur
in such a manner.
He's our king.
Right.
When did he lose his eyesight?
In an ambush by
queen morgana last year.
She abducted my
betrothed, Cecilia,
and left king Arthur for dead.
The stranger stands
before you, sire.
It seems we have a
courageous stranger in our midst.
He had no cause, sire.
It was Galahad's fight.
And Galahad's cowardice
that brought the stranger...
That will do, sir Duncan.
I am displeased
with this whole affair.
We have enough
troubles without my knights
fighting among themselves.
And even today I had news
that queen morgana has
created a monstrous new weapon
That has the power to kill
people from great distance.
Man: This is evil indeed.
But now I fear if we
do not move at once
to rescue the precious Cecilia,
we may be too late.
I have said that
all along, sire.
Thank you, sir Duncan.
Now, please, honor
me with your silence.
Yes, sire.
Galahad.
Yes, sire?
Have your wounds been tended?
Yes, sire. Tended well.
Good. Now what have you
to say about this stranger?
When he saw I
could not fight, sire,
he risked his life to save mine.
But for him, I
would not be here.
(All applauding)
It seems we owe you a
debt of gratitude, stranger.
Just glad I could help.
Oh, perhaps you will
tell us who you are
and how you came to be among us.
To be honest with you, sir,
I'm a little fuzzy
on the details.
But um, well, my
name's MacGyver and I...
All: Kill him!
Hold, knights!
This stranger is worthy
of an explanation.
Thank you, king.
I appreciate that.
What'd I say?
The pronouncement of your name.
MacGyver?
(All exclaiming angrily)
All right, all right. I
won't say it again.
Though you say it strangely,
the m'iver name is banished,
even from pronouncement
on pain of death.
(All murmuring)
Can I ask why?
Because of the treacherous union
of iain m'iver
and my half sister,
The evil morgana.
That vile partnership
has claimed the lives
of many innocent people
and my own vision.
And even now it threatens
the life of our precious Cecilia
who is held prisoner
in their filthy dungeons.
With all due respect, sir...
Your majesty, I think
a terrible mistake
Has been made here.
(All exclaiming)
I think my ancestor has
been wrongly accused.
(All exclaiming)
I... i don't think
he's hooked up
With this morgana
character at all.
In fact, there's a
pretty good chance
that he's also been
victimized by her,
Destined to die in her dungeon.
How know you these things?
You speak of the future.
Silence!
What, pray tell,
prompts these beliefs?
Well, it's a little hard
to explain, your majesty,
But, uh, I do have
knowledge of a future time.
This is evil knowledge, Arthur.
Iain m'iver will
be falsely accused
And die in wrongful captivity.
At least, that's the way
history is gonna record it.
Sire, there is danger here.
Evil in our midst.
We must purge
ourselves of its presence.
Death to the sorcerer!
All: Kill him!
Sire, let me be the one
to spill his vile blood.
Hold! Knights, hold!
There is no need
for rash action.
The stranger claims
the gift of prophecy.
Merlin,
but you are the most
powerful sorcerer in the land.
Show him your magic
and then we will
put him to the test.
Man: Goodly plan, sire.
(All exclaiming)
Are you sure, Arthur?
Sure?
Does the king's magician
question the court's authority?
Never, my king.
But always before,
in matters of sorcery,
I have had your trust.
Perhaps the pain of your wounds
Has made you forget
the loyalty that I have...
My wounds have healed. My
wounds have nothing to do with this.
Merlin is right, sire.
Silence!
Arthur: Now hear
this, one and all.
I need not eyes to
lead whilst I can think!
As long as I sit
upon this throne
and wield this blessed sword,
I am Arthur, your king!
(All cheering)
And I, Merlin, your
obedient servant.
I will test the
stranger's magic.
Magic? Test?
Wait a minute,
you got it all wrong.
Silence!
I call upon the power of virtue,
lugnota,
To blight all evil
from our midst!
Seranaculoris! Zachronomtos!
His rope, a lifeless object...
He has the rope
in his hands, sire.
Which will come to life.
He has placed it on the ground.
Zignon. Zuntan.
Man: Look, it's rising.
Merlin: Halvnor. Caran.
Abnon. Sacharon.
Igtril. Sminje!
Man: Bravo!
(All applauding)
(Arthur exclaiming)
Merlin has
demonstrated his power.
- (All agreeing)
- Now you must offer proof of yours.
Or for having falsely
claimed the gift,
forfeit your life.
(All exclaiming)
You guys don't
mess around, do you?
All right.
Okay.
Merlin's magic has
awakened the rope.
I shall lay it to sleep again.
This...
(All exclaiming)
Merlin: This is
demon sorcery, sire.
The magic of destruction.
We must blight this evil
presence from our midst
before it is too late!
Hold, knights! Hold!
He will have his due.
Show us some
good magic, stranger.
Some magic of creation,
Or by this court you must die.
You guys are so strict.
Yes, your majesty,
I have just the thing.
With this tiny stick,
I shall create
Fire.
(All gasp)
He's done it,
sire! He's done it!
(Coughs)
You have proven
yourself, maciver.
Your magic is good.
And for good, we
pray it will serve.
We are twice
blessed, this court.
The magic of Merlin combined
with the magic of maciver
may be the force that is needed
to bring morgana to her knees!
(All cheering)
Hear me, sire, please!
If I am to go against
the mighty morgana,
Let me be in the company
of a knight of the court.
Any knight.
Merlin is right, sire.
The law requires
even the great Merlin
to be accompanied on any mission
by a knight in
the king's service.
(Knights agreeing)
I am aware of the
rules, sir Duncan.
Then, sire, if, uh,
the gentle sir Galahad
is too weakened by his
injuries to rescue his betrothed,
Send me, sire.
I have another
thought, sir Duncan.
I...
I have another... oh...
Sire!
(All chattering)
Help me get him
to his tent, quickly.
(Arthur groaning)
Excuse me. Can you
speak, your majesty?
Can you describe your pain?
No.
If you don't mind,
healing is my domain.
Be my guest.
(Muttering)
(Grunting)
(Groaning)
Merlin, what is that
supposed to do?
Watch and learn.
(Muttering)
(Merlin muttering incantation)
(Arthur groaning)
Excuse me, Merlin.
He's gonna need
more than a song.
Merlin: How dare you!
He's been poisoned!
- (All exclaiming)
- We've got to move fast.
How did you ascertain this?
I don't have time to explain.
Eggs. I need three or four
eggs and a clean goblet.
I forbid this intrusion
on my authority!
Merlin, I don't
have time to explain.
I need your help!
(People chattering)
I don't suppose
anyone has a pestle?
I am an alchemist. My
cloak is my laboratory.
(Groans)
Hang on, your majesty.
This won't taste too good
but it should do the trick.
Drink. Drink.
You'll be all right.
If you fail, maciver...
This is not a test, Duncan.
I'm trying to save your king.
(Breathing calmly)
Who prepared the king's food?
The new page who just joined us.
We must find him!
Come! Come!
How are you feeling, sir?
Oh, better.
I'm burning.
MacGyver: That should clear up.
Someone poisoned
your food, your majesty.
Arthur: Poison?
Yes.
Who would dare such treachery?
Merlin.
Yes, sire?
Arthur: Leave us, please.
Yes, sire.
Give me your hand.
I hardly know you, maciver.
But I have seen your
virtue and your valor.
I would bestow
knighthood on you,
so you can ride with
Merlin against morgana.
The rumors of her new weapon
were much graver
than I dared report.
It is whispered that tomorrow
she will test the new
weapon on our own Cecilia.
As my knight, you
can help to stop her.
But, your majesty...
And in so doing,
perhaps find your ancestor,
clear your name forever
and restore your family honor.
I can see why they made
you king, your majesty.
Man 1: Up here! I
found him! Quickly!
Man 2: Make haste!
He fell, caught
like a rat in a trap.
We have him now.
I caught him trying
to sneak out of camp.
Look what he was carrying.
Sire, you know I've
done nothing wrong.
Silence!
Is this gold yours?
Answer truly.
Well, yes, sire. I answer truly.
Then...
- To your maker.
- Stop!
You killed him. He
didn't have a chance.
A just punishment for the crime.
How do you know he was the one?
He admitted his guilt.
(Birds chirping)
I apologize, your
majesty, but there were
serious related matters
that required attention.
As you know, the
murderous page was slain,
caught trying to flee.
It was reported so.
He was in possession
of these, your majesty.
(Coins tinkling)
This gold belongs to Merlin.
I myself gifted it to him.
Merlin: Unhand me, I
say, traitorous toadstools!
Unhand me this instant
or I'll turn you into
dragon drunge!
Well, what is the
meaning of this?
Your majesty, I appeal to you!
I demand an explanation!
An immediate explanation!
Sire, it grieves me
to bring you this news.
But we have
reason to believe that
Merlin the magician himself
conspired to assassinate you.
Merlin?
That is a vile and
insidious lie, your majesty!
Upon what evidence, may I ask?
A few pieces of gold?
There is more than
just the gold, sire.
Minutes ago,
Merlin was observed
washing out the same vial
that was found here
earlier in your tent.
Of course I washed
it out, you fool.
It's mine!
Obviously stolen, like the
gold, by the murderous page!
Duncan: Also, sire, this
parchment was found on the page.
It reads, "for agreed service"
And it bears Merlin's
personal seal.
Liar!
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
I was there. When
did you find that?
We searched the
traitor's clothing
before he was buried.
Is this so, Merlin?
Your seal?
No, no!
Uh, perhaps, uh,
he stole that as well.
Uh, uh, perhaps... perhaps
when I went to wash.
Sire, the law states that
if any member of the court
is suspected of wrongdoing,
his fate shall be determined
By his fellow knights
in a council of judgment.
This is an outrage!
Don't let them do
this, your majesty.
Tell them. You know me!
We have no choice, sire.
I'm sorry, my friend.
It is the law.
So be it.
Confine him to his quarters
until the council has
reached its judgment.
No! My king!
Come along now. This way.
Merlin: This is Merlin, your
friend through the years!
Stop them! Your majesty!
I beseech you! I am
innocent! I am innocent!
How could this happen?
Of all people,
My own dear friend.
Your majesty, I don't
believe Merlin is guilty.
If I could use some
of his supplies,
I might be able to prove that.
Yes. Do it.
Do it quickly, maciver.
And god be with you.
God be with you.
- (Crickets chirping)
- Duncan: Knights of the round table,
We are gathered here
to assess the evidence
against Merlin the magician,
(all agreeing)
who stands accused of
conspiring to take the very life
Of our sovereign, king Arthur.
The law of this court
provides that we be of one mind
and vote with unanimity
regardless of our determination.
The council of
judgment is convened.
(All exclaiming)
(Water flowing)
(Birds crying)
Make yourself
comfortable, why don't you?
My home is your
home, apparently.
Just ravage my things as
though they were your own.
Merlin, I'm trying
to save your life.
My life is worthless now.
An embarrassment. A humiliation.
A veritable bed of thorns.
An insignificant
consolation, however,
Might be for you to apprise
me of what it is you are doing.
Merlin, I think the
poison that was used
was applied to this knife,
passed to the mutton
when it was cut
and then activated by the wine.
Now if that's true, it was a
very special kind of poison.
And I doubt you
could have made it.
What are you talking about?
I am Merlin. I can
make anything.
Not in this lab, you can't.
But, in order for me
to prove my theory,
I got to be able to
isolate all the ingredients.
And that's what this
contraption's all about.
Assuming, of course, I can get
enough current out of this battery.
Dragon drunge.
You're gonna have to tell
me what that means someday.
It is so difficult to conceive.
Merlin killing Arthur?
They were always like brothers.
Not always, my friend.
(Knights chattering)
Have you forgot the time
of the Northman invasion?
When Merlin dreamt a
vision of slaughter so terrible,
he openly opposed
king Arthur's battle plan
in front of all his knights,
Calling in question
his very ability to lead?
But that was years past, Duncan.
They've long since
made their peace.
Have they?
Or has Merlin's
anger lingered on,
festering, waiting for a
chance for vengeance?
Nay, this very day, did not Merlin again
call in question the king's authority?
"Are you sure, my lord?
"Perhaps it is the pain
from your wounds."
No, no, no.
My fellow knights,
the signs are clear.
The evidence is monstrous!
Merlin the magician,
finding his chance for revenge,
did, with his own hands,
Compound the deadly poison.
And did conspire
to take the very life
of his friend and benefactor,
Our own sovereign, king Arthur!
And for this,
he must forfeit his own life.
- (Birds chirping)
- MacGyver: So I'm making an electrophoresis.
Merlin: Is that Greek?
No, it's a machine.
What's a machine?
I knew you were gonna ask that.
All right, here goes nothing.
Keep your fingers crossed.
"Here goes nothing"?
"Keep your finger crossed"?
My life is in the balance
and you talk riddles?
Cliches, actually.
Here we go.
Come on, come on.
That's it.
Merlin: What?
I'm seeing it, but
I don't believe it.
(Horses approaching)
The knights come.
They've reached a judgment.
Unless I'm mistaken,
that's vanadium.
A binary poison in
the seventh century.
A binary poison?
What nonsense are
you talking about?
Something that's not supposed to be
developed for another thousand years.
You, go with him.
Yes, sire.
When was the last time
you were in Scotland?
Scotland? What's that?
Uh, uh, caledonia to you.
Caledonia? Are you
mad? I've never been there.
That's morgana land.
What kind of a fool
do you take me for?
An innocent fool, Merlin.
And I think I just proved it.
Merlin the magician,
you've been found guilty
by our council of judgment
for the attempted murder
of our sovereign, king Arthur
and will be taken at
once to the execution field
to be burnt at the stake.
What?
Wait a minute. You guys
are making a big mistake here.
Take him away!
You can't do this!
I am innocent!
I would never kill Arthur!
Have you all gone mad?
You can't do this!
Duncan!
Duncan, listen to me.
Will you listen to me?
Merlin: This is an outrage!
You're taking an innocent man.
You'll regret this!
I can prove it!
Ride now! Away!
Wait.
(Neighing)
Knight: Go, go, go!
(Birds chirping)
Arthur, your majesty.
(Panting)
We must stop the execution.
Merlin is not guilty.
We'll be alone now.
Yes, sire.
What do you say?
Whoever poisoned you used
an ore that is found only in scot...
In caledonia.
The highlands.
- That's morgana country.
- Yes.
Merlin has never been there.
None of my people have.
Wait.
Except Duncan.
He made a journey
there himself, alone,
this last week,
as a symbol of his courage.
I've got to stop them, sir.
Hold, wait.
Take this, the royal
seal, for authority.
Thank you, sir.
Knights!
You are murdering
an innocent man.
I am no assassin. I am Merlin.
Your friend. Your magician.
Consider the shame, the remorse.
Consider his anger!
Start the fire.
You, ector, you would do this?
You would dare the
wrath of your sorcerer?
It will be terrible!
Do it!
Your king has so commanded!
Hear me, ector!
I will conjure dark curses
and haunt you into eternity.
One spark, ector,
Your fingers will rot.
Your eyeballs will
spin in your head.
Your innards will melt
with the flames of my pyre!
This I swear!
Ector, the fire! At once!
May the demons of
darkness possess your soul
and those of your name
For generations to
come if you move!
Give me the torch.
I fear no man.
No, Duncan. Duncan, no!
Let this punishment be done.
Duncan, no!
A hex on you for this!
Help! Help!
Help!
(All exclaiming)
Hold it! Wait.
What are you
doing? Stop it! Stop it!
Stop that!
I'm trying to help you!
Take him! Hold him fast!
Don't listen to him.
You're killing an innocent man!
Meddlesome fool!
Light the torch.
No, wait!
The king has authorized me
to stop this execution. Let go!
Merlin is not your man.
(Knights chattering)
Duncan is the guilty one!
All: Duncan?
He's in league with Merlin.
He betrays our king!
Yes, there has been a betrayal,
But it's not mine or Merlin's.
The poison used against the
king came from morgana land.
(All chattering)
Merlin's never been there.
None of the knights have.
Only you, Duncan.
The intruder lies!
Think about it.
Who's been pushing
this from the very start?
Who killed the page
before he could speak?
Who found the evidence?
Who called for the
council of judgment?
As a very good playwright
will say one day, Duncan,
"methinks thou doth
protest too much."
I'm tired of your ravings!
You have countermanded
an order of my king!
Your king gave me his seal as
authority to stop this execution.
(All exclaiming)
He knows who
the guilty party is.
Knight: Duncan is the assassin!
(Knights exclaiming)
(Knights shouting)
Knight: Hold!
We must advise our king.
♪ Sir Mac and Merlin
embarked this day ♪
♪ on a gallant but
perilous game ♪
♪ to free Cecilia
from the cell ♪
♪ and purge the m'iver name ♪
♪ and purge the m'iver name ♪
(All exclaiming)
Knight: Well sung, goodly verse.
You seem prepared for
all contingencies, Merlin.
One must be prepared, Arthur.
Know that your king will rejoice
at his friend's return.
I bid you good
fortune, my magician.
Thank you, my king.
(People chattering)
Sir, m'iver comes before you.
(Clears throat)
This is a day of import
for both our families.
She must live, maciver.
Save Cecilia.
For Galahad
and for us all.
I'll do my best, sir.
You take neither
sword nor shield?
I like to travel lightly, sire.
The suit's heavy enough.
As you wish.
This amulet
Had I with me for many years.
A symbol of good fortune.
It kept me safe.
Now it is yours.
This is the royal favor.
The highest honor
reserved only for
knights of the round table.
Now we are one.
Godspeed, my son.
Thank you, your majesty.
(Birds crying)
There. The only passageway
to morgana's kingdom.
They say it holds
unspeakable dangers.
Sounds great.
The cave was the
domain of the dragon bog,
a horrible beast
whose saliva could melt
the bark from trees.
It is said he died in there
and was swallowed by the ground.
We will proceed on foot.
Why?
It is safer.
There are dangers,
Mysterious soft spots.
Many have disappeared.
You can do what you like.
(Water dripping)
The cave of darkness.
So I guessed.
Wow, what a stink!
The vapors of bog,
forever marking the
site of his demise.
Some legacy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Looks like Duncan
took his horse in there.
Then he's both
fool and scoundrel.
To think that I one
time called him friend.
Duncan: Help me, please!
My horse threw me. I
fear my leg is broken.
Merlin: Speak of the vermin!
I'll help the traitorous scum.
Merlin!
Could be a trap.
He's mine, maciver.
No more orders from you.
Oh, I'm going to enjoy this.
Merlin.
Merlin: I told you, no
more orders, maciver.
MacGyver: All right,
Merlin, but at least be quiet!
You're mine, Duncan!
Duncan!
Well, well.
(Laughing)
Duncan.
Look what I've snared.
Help us. Please!
I must apologize, but queen
morgana is expecting my presence.
If not for you, I could
have brought her
Arthur's head as proof
And claimed the fair
Cecilia as my reward.
Now I must lie.
(Duncan screaming)
(Water splashing)
I hate liars.
Morgana!
Merlin.
You and your friend are going
to need some strong magic.
I only hope you're up to it.
If it gets too
difficult, remember,
You can always let go.
(Boards creaking)
like I told MacGyver,
If anyone could trace a family
tree, it's Dr. Irwin Malcolm.
Now, the MacGyver name disappears
somewhere in the 17th century,
but the m'iver
clan can be traced
All the way back
to the 14th century.
Is there any proof
this m'iver clan
Has anything to
do with my family?
Proof? Proof, lad,
we've got the
strongest of indications.
We're talking about a
time of limited population.
The similarity of
the two names alone,
m'iver and MacGyver,
is enough to indicate kinship.
But on top of that,
the first recorded
chief of the clan
in the 14th
century, iain m'iver,
shares the same first name
With his 17th century
counterpart, iain MacGyver.
Yeah, but that could
be a coincidence, right?
Aye. But, both
men gave their son
the same first name as
you have, Mr. MacGyver.
And that, dear boy, is
more than coincidence.
All the way back
to the 14th century.
That's amazing.
There's more to
it than that, eh?
See for yourself.
The seventh century?
They hardly kept
records back then.
I know that. You think
I'm a nincompoop?
But my search has led
me to mysterious references
Of yet another iain m'iver.
In numerous Gaelic poems
dating all the way back
to the seventh century,
they tell of a man who
fell prey to great evil,
and died shackled in a dungeon,
a victim of wrongful captivity.
And, before you
even ask, I'll tell you,
the answer's yes.
The seventh century
iain m'iver's son
also had your first name.
(People chattering)
MacGyver, I'm impressed.
A friend with roots
in medieval history.
Yeah, yeah.
Your friend Malcolm's
real interesting,
but his methods
aren't too scientific.
Oh, come on, he's
the best. I swear it.
Listen, he found whole
generations of my ancestors
I didn't even know I had.
Yeah, I'll bet.
Man 1: Hurry it up, will you? I
don't want to spend all day here.
Man 2: Come on, man, move it!
I'm going as fast as I can.
Well, that's not very smart.
What?
There.
Perfect. Got it.
Hey!
MacGyver: Look out!
(People chattering)
(Birds chirping)
Knight 1: Are you
mad? Away, fool.
Balladeer: Run!
Get up.
(All chattering)
Look at the clothing
on that bloke.
- The horses are coming.
- A stranger.
Move, fool!
- Away, fool. The horses are coming.
- Make haste!
(All chattering)
You got to be kidding me.
Balladeer: Galahad is down!
Galahad is down.
Knight 1: Duncan
will finish him.
Poor Galahad.
Sir Galahad? The sir Galahad?
Hey, what's going on
here? Where's Pete?
Silence, stranger!
(Groaning)
What's this?
Sir Galahad, the
king's favorite,
Whimpering like a
frightened chambermaid?
Joust the second
round or prepare to die.
My arm, Duncan.
I cannot move it.
Pity, pretty Galahad.
Spare him, Duncan.
Let Galahad live.
Have mercy! I pray you.
There is no mercy in battle!
No, wait!
Who is this bumpkin?
All right, all right.
What's the joke?
Who are you guys?
You dare interrupt sir
Duncan in knightly combat?
Knightly combat?
Come on, where am I?
Camelot, you fool!
Camelot, eh?
Look, I hate to butt in,
But you can't kill sir Galahad.
It'll screw up history.
What history?
Well, Galahad's gonna lead
a quest to find the holy grail.
He can't die.
The holy grail?
Yes, the holy
grail. Trust me, I...
(Horse snuffling)
(Horse neighing)
I know about these things.
Who is this babbling fool?
Perhaps a sorcerer
from some foreign land.
(All exclaiming)
Observe the strange clothing.
Sorcerer? No, forget about it.
I'm no sorcerer.
Beware, Duncan. I
sense demon magic.
Duncan fears no man nor magic.
Your choice, stranger.
Second your fallen
friend or watch him die.
Second?
Exactly what does that mean?
You ride in his stead in
the next round of combat.
Look, can't we just talk?
No talk!
Ride or watch him die!
MacGyver: All right.
All right, you win.
I'll second him.
You will do this
for me, stranger?
I don't see any way
out of this. Do you?
Use my armor, friend.
Yeah. It looks a little heavy.
Keep it. Thanks.
Choose your weapon,
friend, be it Lance or halberd.
Uh...
Neither.
(Scoffing) The fool fights
without arms or armor.
(All laughing)
Can I use that rope?
Fetch him that rope.
Let him hang himself.
(All laughing)
Merlin: See to Galahad.
The field of battle is not a
place for wounded doves.
Man 1: A rope against the
Lance? The stranger is mad.
Man 2: A fool is more like it.
(All chattering)
Let the contest begin!
(All cheering)
Oh, man.
Coward, fight!
Merlin: Duncan,
Duncan, are you harmed?
Away! Away!
A fine contest, good sir.
Glorious combat.
I like this not at all.
♪ Listen, ye lords,
to the tale that I sing ♪
♪ to the marvel and
wondrous and distant thing ♪
♪ the stranger appeared
in Galahad's time ♪
♪ accepting dread
Duncan's fight ♪
♪ shunning armor and
Lance with his length of twine ♪
♪ he felled the mighty knight ♪
(All laugh)
His majesty, king Arthur,
Sovereign of the round table.
Hey, Pete!
Stay your tongue. Kneel.
Do not address Arthur
in such a manner.
He's our king.
Right.
When did he lose his eyesight?
In an ambush by
queen morgana last year.
She abducted my
betrothed, Cecilia,
and left king Arthur for dead.
The stranger stands
before you, sire.
It seems we have a
courageous stranger in our midst.
He had no cause, sire.
It was Galahad's fight.
And Galahad's cowardice
that brought the stranger...
That will do, sir Duncan.
I am displeased
with this whole affair.
We have enough
troubles without my knights
fighting among themselves.
And even today I had news
that queen morgana has
created a monstrous new weapon
That has the power to kill
people from great distance.
Man: This is evil indeed.
But now I fear if we
do not move at once
to rescue the precious Cecilia,
we may be too late.
I have said that
all along, sire.
Thank you, sir Duncan.
Now, please, honor
me with your silence.
Yes, sire.
Galahad.
Yes, sire?
Have your wounds been tended?
Yes, sire. Tended well.
Good. Now what have you
to say about this stranger?
When he saw I
could not fight, sire,
he risked his life to save mine.
But for him, I
would not be here.
(All applauding)
It seems we owe you a
debt of gratitude, stranger.
Just glad I could help.
Oh, perhaps you will
tell us who you are
and how you came to be among us.
To be honest with you, sir,
I'm a little fuzzy
on the details.
But um, well, my
name's MacGyver and I...
All: Kill him!
Hold, knights!
This stranger is worthy
of an explanation.
Thank you, king.
I appreciate that.
What'd I say?
The pronouncement of your name.
MacGyver?
(All exclaiming angrily)
All right, all right. I
won't say it again.
Though you say it strangely,
the m'iver name is banished,
even from pronouncement
on pain of death.
(All murmuring)
Can I ask why?
Because of the treacherous union
of iain m'iver
and my half sister,
The evil morgana.
That vile partnership
has claimed the lives
of many innocent people
and my own vision.
And even now it threatens
the life of our precious Cecilia
who is held prisoner
in their filthy dungeons.
With all due respect, sir...
Your majesty, I think
a terrible mistake
Has been made here.
(All exclaiming)
I think my ancestor has
been wrongly accused.
(All exclaiming)
I... i don't think
he's hooked up
With this morgana
character at all.
In fact, there's a
pretty good chance
that he's also been
victimized by her,
Destined to die in her dungeon.
How know you these things?
You speak of the future.
Silence!
What, pray tell,
prompts these beliefs?
Well, it's a little hard
to explain, your majesty,
But, uh, I do have
knowledge of a future time.
This is evil knowledge, Arthur.
Iain m'iver will
be falsely accused
And die in wrongful captivity.
At least, that's the way
history is gonna record it.
Sire, there is danger here.
Evil in our midst.
We must purge
ourselves of its presence.
Death to the sorcerer!
All: Kill him!
Sire, let me be the one
to spill his vile blood.
Hold! Knights, hold!
There is no need
for rash action.
The stranger claims
the gift of prophecy.
Merlin,
but you are the most
powerful sorcerer in the land.
Show him your magic
and then we will
put him to the test.
Man: Goodly plan, sire.
(All exclaiming)
Are you sure, Arthur?
Sure?
Does the king's magician
question the court's authority?
Never, my king.
But always before,
in matters of sorcery,
I have had your trust.
Perhaps the pain of your wounds
Has made you forget
the loyalty that I have...
My wounds have healed. My
wounds have nothing to do with this.
Merlin is right, sire.
Silence!
Arthur: Now hear
this, one and all.
I need not eyes to
lead whilst I can think!
As long as I sit
upon this throne
and wield this blessed sword,
I am Arthur, your king!
(All cheering)
And I, Merlin, your
obedient servant.
I will test the
stranger's magic.
Magic? Test?
Wait a minute,
you got it all wrong.
Silence!
I call upon the power of virtue,
lugnota,
To blight all evil
from our midst!
Seranaculoris! Zachronomtos!
His rope, a lifeless object...
He has the rope
in his hands, sire.
Which will come to life.
He has placed it on the ground.
Zignon. Zuntan.
Man: Look, it's rising.
Merlin: Halvnor. Caran.
Abnon. Sacharon.
Igtril. Sminje!
Man: Bravo!
(All applauding)
(Arthur exclaiming)
Merlin has
demonstrated his power.
- (All agreeing)
- Now you must offer proof of yours.
Or for having falsely
claimed the gift,
forfeit your life.
(All exclaiming)
You guys don't
mess around, do you?
All right.
Okay.
Merlin's magic has
awakened the rope.
I shall lay it to sleep again.
This...
(All exclaiming)
Merlin: This is
demon sorcery, sire.
The magic of destruction.
We must blight this evil
presence from our midst
before it is too late!
Hold, knights! Hold!
He will have his due.
Show us some
good magic, stranger.
Some magic of creation,
Or by this court you must die.
You guys are so strict.
Yes, your majesty,
I have just the thing.
With this tiny stick,
I shall create
Fire.
(All gasp)
He's done it,
sire! He's done it!
(Coughs)
You have proven
yourself, maciver.
Your magic is good.
And for good, we
pray it will serve.
We are twice
blessed, this court.
The magic of Merlin combined
with the magic of maciver
may be the force that is needed
to bring morgana to her knees!
(All cheering)
Hear me, sire, please!
If I am to go against
the mighty morgana,
Let me be in the company
of a knight of the court.
Any knight.
Merlin is right, sire.
The law requires
even the great Merlin
to be accompanied on any mission
by a knight in
the king's service.
(Knights agreeing)
I am aware of the
rules, sir Duncan.
Then, sire, if, uh,
the gentle sir Galahad
is too weakened by his
injuries to rescue his betrothed,
Send me, sire.
I have another
thought, sir Duncan.
I...
I have another... oh...
Sire!
(All chattering)
Help me get him
to his tent, quickly.
(Arthur groaning)
Excuse me. Can you
speak, your majesty?
Can you describe your pain?
No.
If you don't mind,
healing is my domain.
Be my guest.
(Muttering)
(Grunting)
(Groaning)
Merlin, what is that
supposed to do?
Watch and learn.
(Muttering)
(Merlin muttering incantation)
(Arthur groaning)
Excuse me, Merlin.
He's gonna need
more than a song.
Merlin: How dare you!
He's been poisoned!
- (All exclaiming)
- We've got to move fast.
How did you ascertain this?
I don't have time to explain.
Eggs. I need three or four
eggs and a clean goblet.
I forbid this intrusion
on my authority!
Merlin, I don't
have time to explain.
I need your help!
(People chattering)
I don't suppose
anyone has a pestle?
I am an alchemist. My
cloak is my laboratory.
(Groans)
Hang on, your majesty.
This won't taste too good
but it should do the trick.
Drink. Drink.
You'll be all right.
If you fail, maciver...
This is not a test, Duncan.
I'm trying to save your king.
(Breathing calmly)
Who prepared the king's food?
The new page who just joined us.
We must find him!
Come! Come!
How are you feeling, sir?
Oh, better.
I'm burning.
MacGyver: That should clear up.
Someone poisoned
your food, your majesty.
Arthur: Poison?
Yes.
Who would dare such treachery?
Merlin.
Yes, sire?
Arthur: Leave us, please.
Yes, sire.
Give me your hand.
I hardly know you, maciver.
But I have seen your
virtue and your valor.
I would bestow
knighthood on you,
so you can ride with
Merlin against morgana.
The rumors of her new weapon
were much graver
than I dared report.
It is whispered that tomorrow
she will test the new
weapon on our own Cecilia.
As my knight, you
can help to stop her.
But, your majesty...
And in so doing,
perhaps find your ancestor,
clear your name forever
and restore your family honor.
I can see why they made
you king, your majesty.
Man 1: Up here! I
found him! Quickly!
Man 2: Make haste!
He fell, caught
like a rat in a trap.
We have him now.
I caught him trying
to sneak out of camp.
Look what he was carrying.
Sire, you know I've
done nothing wrong.
Silence!
Is this gold yours?
Answer truly.
Well, yes, sire. I answer truly.
Then...
- To your maker.
- Stop!
You killed him. He
didn't have a chance.
A just punishment for the crime.
How do you know he was the one?
He admitted his guilt.
(Birds chirping)
I apologize, your
majesty, but there were
serious related matters
that required attention.
As you know, the
murderous page was slain,
caught trying to flee.
It was reported so.
He was in possession
of these, your majesty.
(Coins tinkling)
This gold belongs to Merlin.
I myself gifted it to him.
Merlin: Unhand me, I
say, traitorous toadstools!
Unhand me this instant
or I'll turn you into
dragon drunge!
Well, what is the
meaning of this?
Your majesty, I appeal to you!
I demand an explanation!
An immediate explanation!
Sire, it grieves me
to bring you this news.
But we have
reason to believe that
Merlin the magician himself
conspired to assassinate you.
Merlin?
That is a vile and
insidious lie, your majesty!
Upon what evidence, may I ask?
A few pieces of gold?
There is more than
just the gold, sire.
Minutes ago,
Merlin was observed
washing out the same vial
that was found here
earlier in your tent.
Of course I washed
it out, you fool.
It's mine!
Obviously stolen, like the
gold, by the murderous page!
Duncan: Also, sire, this
parchment was found on the page.
It reads, "for agreed service"
And it bears Merlin's
personal seal.
Liar!
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
I was there. When
did you find that?
We searched the
traitor's clothing
before he was buried.
Is this so, Merlin?
Your seal?
No, no!
Uh, perhaps, uh,
he stole that as well.
Uh, uh, perhaps... perhaps
when I went to wash.
Sire, the law states that
if any member of the court
is suspected of wrongdoing,
his fate shall be determined
By his fellow knights
in a council of judgment.
This is an outrage!
Don't let them do
this, your majesty.
Tell them. You know me!
We have no choice, sire.
I'm sorry, my friend.
It is the law.
So be it.
Confine him to his quarters
until the council has
reached its judgment.
No! My king!
Come along now. This way.
Merlin: This is Merlin, your
friend through the years!
Stop them! Your majesty!
I beseech you! I am
innocent! I am innocent!
How could this happen?
Of all people,
My own dear friend.
Your majesty, I don't
believe Merlin is guilty.
If I could use some
of his supplies,
I might be able to prove that.
Yes. Do it.
Do it quickly, maciver.
And god be with you.
God be with you.
- (Crickets chirping)
- Duncan: Knights of the round table,
We are gathered here
to assess the evidence
against Merlin the magician,
(all agreeing)
who stands accused of
conspiring to take the very life
Of our sovereign, king Arthur.
The law of this court
provides that we be of one mind
and vote with unanimity
regardless of our determination.
The council of
judgment is convened.
(All exclaiming)
(Water flowing)
(Birds crying)
Make yourself
comfortable, why don't you?
My home is your
home, apparently.
Just ravage my things as
though they were your own.
Merlin, I'm trying
to save your life.
My life is worthless now.
An embarrassment. A humiliation.
A veritable bed of thorns.
An insignificant
consolation, however,
Might be for you to apprise
me of what it is you are doing.
Merlin, I think the
poison that was used
was applied to this knife,
passed to the mutton
when it was cut
and then activated by the wine.
Now if that's true, it was a
very special kind of poison.
And I doubt you
could have made it.
What are you talking about?
I am Merlin. I can
make anything.
Not in this lab, you can't.
But, in order for me
to prove my theory,
I got to be able to
isolate all the ingredients.
And that's what this
contraption's all about.
Assuming, of course, I can get
enough current out of this battery.
Dragon drunge.
You're gonna have to tell
me what that means someday.
It is so difficult to conceive.
Merlin killing Arthur?
They were always like brothers.
Not always, my friend.
(Knights chattering)
Have you forgot the time
of the Northman invasion?
When Merlin dreamt a
vision of slaughter so terrible,
he openly opposed
king Arthur's battle plan
in front of all his knights,
Calling in question
his very ability to lead?
But that was years past, Duncan.
They've long since
made their peace.
Have they?
Or has Merlin's
anger lingered on,
festering, waiting for a
chance for vengeance?
Nay, this very day, did not Merlin again
call in question the king's authority?
"Are you sure, my lord?
"Perhaps it is the pain
from your wounds."
No, no, no.
My fellow knights,
the signs are clear.
The evidence is monstrous!
Merlin the magician,
finding his chance for revenge,
did, with his own hands,
Compound the deadly poison.
And did conspire
to take the very life
of his friend and benefactor,
Our own sovereign, king Arthur!
And for this,
he must forfeit his own life.
- (Birds chirping)
- MacGyver: So I'm making an electrophoresis.
Merlin: Is that Greek?
No, it's a machine.
What's a machine?
I knew you were gonna ask that.
All right, here goes nothing.
Keep your fingers crossed.
"Here goes nothing"?
"Keep your finger crossed"?
My life is in the balance
and you talk riddles?
Cliches, actually.
Here we go.
Come on, come on.
That's it.
Merlin: What?
I'm seeing it, but
I don't believe it.
(Horses approaching)
The knights come.
They've reached a judgment.
Unless I'm mistaken,
that's vanadium.
A binary poison in
the seventh century.
A binary poison?
What nonsense are
you talking about?
Something that's not supposed to be
developed for another thousand years.
You, go with him.
Yes, sire.
When was the last time
you were in Scotland?
Scotland? What's that?
Uh, uh, caledonia to you.
Caledonia? Are you
mad? I've never been there.
That's morgana land.
What kind of a fool
do you take me for?
An innocent fool, Merlin.
And I think I just proved it.
Merlin the magician,
you've been found guilty
by our council of judgment
for the attempted murder
of our sovereign, king Arthur
and will be taken at
once to the execution field
to be burnt at the stake.
What?
Wait a minute. You guys
are making a big mistake here.
Take him away!
You can't do this!
I am innocent!
I would never kill Arthur!
Have you all gone mad?
You can't do this!
Duncan!
Duncan, listen to me.
Will you listen to me?
Merlin: This is an outrage!
You're taking an innocent man.
You'll regret this!
I can prove it!
Ride now! Away!
Wait.
(Neighing)
Knight: Go, go, go!
(Birds chirping)
Arthur, your majesty.
(Panting)
We must stop the execution.
Merlin is not guilty.
We'll be alone now.
Yes, sire.
What do you say?
Whoever poisoned you used
an ore that is found only in scot...
In caledonia.
The highlands.
- That's morgana country.
- Yes.
Merlin has never been there.
None of my people have.
Wait.
Except Duncan.
He made a journey
there himself, alone,
this last week,
as a symbol of his courage.
I've got to stop them, sir.
Hold, wait.
Take this, the royal
seal, for authority.
Thank you, sir.
Knights!
You are murdering
an innocent man.
I am no assassin. I am Merlin.
Your friend. Your magician.
Consider the shame, the remorse.
Consider his anger!
Start the fire.
You, ector, you would do this?
You would dare the
wrath of your sorcerer?
It will be terrible!
Do it!
Your king has so commanded!
Hear me, ector!
I will conjure dark curses
and haunt you into eternity.
One spark, ector,
Your fingers will rot.
Your eyeballs will
spin in your head.
Your innards will melt
with the flames of my pyre!
This I swear!
Ector, the fire! At once!
May the demons of
darkness possess your soul
and those of your name
For generations to
come if you move!
Give me the torch.
I fear no man.
No, Duncan. Duncan, no!
Let this punishment be done.
Duncan, no!
A hex on you for this!
Help! Help!
Help!
(All exclaiming)
Hold it! Wait.
What are you
doing? Stop it! Stop it!
Stop that!
I'm trying to help you!
Take him! Hold him fast!
Don't listen to him.
You're killing an innocent man!
Meddlesome fool!
Light the torch.
No, wait!
The king has authorized me
to stop this execution. Let go!
Merlin is not your man.
(Knights chattering)
Duncan is the guilty one!
All: Duncan?
He's in league with Merlin.
He betrays our king!
Yes, there has been a betrayal,
But it's not mine or Merlin's.
The poison used against the
king came from morgana land.
(All chattering)
Merlin's never been there.
None of the knights have.
Only you, Duncan.
The intruder lies!
Think about it.
Who's been pushing
this from the very start?
Who killed the page
before he could speak?
Who found the evidence?
Who called for the
council of judgment?
As a very good playwright
will say one day, Duncan,
"methinks thou doth
protest too much."
I'm tired of your ravings!
You have countermanded
an order of my king!
Your king gave me his seal as
authority to stop this execution.
(All exclaiming)
He knows who
the guilty party is.
Knight: Duncan is the assassin!
(Knights exclaiming)
(Knights shouting)
Knight: Hold!
We must advise our king.
♪ Sir Mac and Merlin
embarked this day ♪
♪ on a gallant but
perilous game ♪
♪ to free Cecilia
from the cell ♪
♪ and purge the m'iver name ♪
♪ and purge the m'iver name ♪
(All exclaiming)
Knight: Well sung, goodly verse.
You seem prepared for
all contingencies, Merlin.
One must be prepared, Arthur.
Know that your king will rejoice
at his friend's return.
I bid you good
fortune, my magician.
Thank you, my king.
(People chattering)
Sir, m'iver comes before you.
(Clears throat)
This is a day of import
for both our families.
She must live, maciver.
Save Cecilia.
For Galahad
and for us all.
I'll do my best, sir.
You take neither
sword nor shield?
I like to travel lightly, sire.
The suit's heavy enough.
As you wish.
This amulet
Had I with me for many years.
A symbol of good fortune.
It kept me safe.
Now it is yours.
This is the royal favor.
The highest honor
reserved only for
knights of the round table.
Now we are one.
Godspeed, my son.
Thank you, your majesty.
(Birds crying)
There. The only passageway
to morgana's kingdom.
They say it holds
unspeakable dangers.
Sounds great.
The cave was the
domain of the dragon bog,
a horrible beast
whose saliva could melt
the bark from trees.
It is said he died in there
and was swallowed by the ground.
We will proceed on foot.
Why?
It is safer.
There are dangers,
Mysterious soft spots.
Many have disappeared.
You can do what you like.
(Water dripping)
The cave of darkness.
So I guessed.
Wow, what a stink!
The vapors of bog,
forever marking the
site of his demise.
Some legacy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Looks like Duncan
took his horse in there.
Then he's both
fool and scoundrel.
To think that I one
time called him friend.
Duncan: Help me, please!
My horse threw me. I
fear my leg is broken.
Merlin: Speak of the vermin!
I'll help the traitorous scum.
Merlin!
Could be a trap.
He's mine, maciver.
No more orders from you.
Oh, I'm going to enjoy this.
Merlin.
Merlin: I told you, no
more orders, maciver.
MacGyver: All right,
Merlin, but at least be quiet!
You're mine, Duncan!
Duncan!
Well, well.
(Laughing)
Duncan.
Look what I've snared.
Help us. Please!
I must apologize, but queen
morgana is expecting my presence.
If not for you, I could
have brought her
Arthur's head as proof
And claimed the fair
Cecilia as my reward.
Now I must lie.
(Duncan screaming)
(Water splashing)
I hate liars.
Morgana!
Merlin.
You and your friend are going
to need some strong magic.
I only hope you're up to it.
If it gets too
difficult, remember,
You can always let go.
(Boards creaking)