For my eighth birthday,
my Grandpa Harry drove me in his old blue pickup
to the straightaway behind the Clemens' farm,
put my hands on the steering wheel,
and slammed his foot into the gas.
I'll never forget the sound
of the wind rushing past my ears,
how the red needle trembled past 90,
the wheel shaking in my hands.
It scared me to death, and I thought
nothing in the world could be more exciting.
- Go, MacGyver! - Go! Go!
Don't baby it!
Ever since then, I've had a love for racing.
So when my old college buddy, Jeff Stone, asked me
to help him build an environmentally efficient, all-plastic engine,
he didn't have to twist my arm to say yes.
Then Jeff lost his ride with the Strickland team
just before the championship race here at Westwood Springs,
so I got Phoenix to bail him out with another car.
And I got to test it.
Come on. Let her rip!
You think he isn't?
Not bad! Not bad at all.
We got a problem.
What do you mean?
That plastic engine.
It's fast.
It's too fast for a test run.
MacGyver?
Who?
Oh, someone I crossed on the Formula One circuit
in Europe eight years ago.
Now, what is he doing here?
You keep your mind on Stone and winning that race.
That's what I'm paying you for.
Okay, hot shot, give her some juice.
Sure, O'Malley.
If I didn't know better,
I'd say you were racing for real out there.
There weren't any other cars on the track.
Well, how's our, uh, investment doing?
Worth every penny the Phoenix Foundation's put into it.
Emissions are down 18%.
Engine's running ten degrees cooler than we expected.
Great!
And we haven't even opened her up yet.
Well, I'd better give the Phoenix board of directors the good news.
You know, when I sold them this environmental project,
I don't think they figured it was gonna cost this much.
I'll see you at the press conference.
You're gonna be champ, Dad.
My biggest fan.
You know, someday I'm gonna be a driver, too,
like all the famous father-son racing teams.
You know, Mario and Michael Andretti,
and Richard and Kyle Petty, and the Unsers.
Yeah. you know, come to think of it,
I've never heard of a father-daughter racing team.
That's 'cause we're gonna be the first, right, Dad?
Sure. Right after college.
Oh. Boy, you sound just like Mom.
Oh. Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry.
Hey, come on, Charlie.
You can help me check the brakes.
She's got some fire.
I feel bad,
dragging her around the circuit like a suitcase.
But if we could get a major car company
to put this engine in production,
I could settle down,
finally make some sort of normal life for her.
Hey.
Heard from Meg?
Charlie got a birthday card from Wisconsin.
You still miss her?
I guess she's happy.
Being married to a dentist,
she doesn't have to worry about him buying it in a crash.
I'd like to thank you all for your attention,
and there is literature for you...
Thank you very much.
- Well, you've made it. Good. - See you, Lloyd.
No, thanks.
Well, I think the press is almost finished with Strickland.
It's all a matter of science. Professional racing...
So that's Carl Strickland, huh?
Yeah. The shark himself.
How would you rate Jeff Stone's plastic engine against yours?
Stone's machine is an interesting toy,
but it's no match for an engine
with my new fuel injection system.
Right.
When I refused to sell him my design patent,
Strickland got so mad, he dumped me from his racing team.
This fuel injection system will make the Strickland
the fastest car on the road,
which I intend to prove at Sunday's race.
With a little assistance from my new driver.
Best car on the circuit needs the best driver --
last year's European Formula One champion,
Hans Visser.
- Thank you. - Visser!
- Thank you very much. - Do you know him?
- I'd just like to say... - A little too well.
Easy, Mac.
It was a long time ago.
What made you leave the Formula One circuit in Europe?
Mr. Strickland's money.
Okay, well, jokes aside...
...that's not already been done?
No, actually, I won a championship in Europe,
and I have this
to prove it.
So now, I want a new challenge.
Going into this final race of the season,
you're still seven points behind Stone
in accumulated points,
which means you have to beat Stone on Sunday,
and you have to win the race to take the championship.
What makes you think you can do it?
I don't know how to lose.
How do you respond to that, Jeff?
I'll respond during the race.
If you'll excuse me.
- Tell me, Mister... - Come on.
...it's apparent Hans Visser has a massive ego.
How does that fit into your organization?
- Hi, MacGyver. - Hey, Todd.
MacGyver!
Small world.
Yeah. Too small.
Still holding a grudge after all these years?
You're a glory hound, Visser.
And you're still dangerous.
It takes nerves to win, MacGyver.
You lost yours, remember?
...where the pressure has increased to 65 p.s.i...
I need more than promises from you, Strickland.
I need results.
It takes money to develop a fuel injection system, Falco.
A million dollars over budget is normal in my business.
But it's not in my business.
My people are worried.
When my car wins the race on Sunday,
you'll get back 100 times' return on your investment.
That's if it wins.
I understand Phoenix tested its plastic engine today.
Less than one second over track record.
Maybe we invested in the wrong engine.
That Phoenix car is fast.
Too fast.
We can't let Stone win.
Stone is no match for me.
He may not be,
but his engine's more powerful than I anticipated.
If Stone beats you on Sunday,
I can say goodbye to Falco's investors.
I will win.
I've got too much riding on this to trust your ego.
We need a guarantee.
Someone who can tilt the odds in our favor.
Someone who can't afford to say no.
Isn't that right, Mr. O'Malley?
Hans Visser completes a blistering
qualifying round in the Strickland,
and 1:15:58!
Visser has tied the track record.
What a run,
especially considering the wet track conditions
that we have here today.
Now, with only two cars left to qualify,
it looks like Strickland is guaranteed pole position.
Now let me get this straight.
They're qualifying. They're not racing.
Oh no, they are, but just one at a time.
See, each driver has five laps to make his best time,
and then only the top ten cars get to go on to the championship.
And the faster the time,
the better the position on the starting grid.
Yeah, yeah, that's it. You got it!
Well, I'm pretty quick.
You really love this stuff, don't you?
Yeah, I do. It just gets in your blood.
Listen, why did MacGyver ever quit racing?
Actually, he never talks about it.
Yeah, that's it.
Okay... right there.
Ah! good...!
Great lap, Hans.
Qualifying time for the Strickland car: 1:15:58.
Driver Hans Visser's time places him in #1 position,
with two cars left to qualify.
Okay, come on.
Hey lad, would you get me a ratchet with a half-inch on it?
You got it.
- There you go. - Oh, thanks, lad.
Next for qualifying is car #17.
Driver, Jeff Stone, please proceed to the pre-grid area.
Let's get this baby on the road.
Now, remember...
give her half a lap to warm up the tires.
Okay, O'Malley.
Dad?
Don't forget this.
A lucky charm?
My daughter, the patron saint of speed demons.
Well, at a 160 miles an hour, you need all the help you can get.
What is it?
Used to be a penny.
I found it squished on a railway track.
But it helped make Dad the point leader this season.
So that's your secret, huh?
#17 is on the track in the Phoenix entry.
Stone is really pushing the Phoenix entry to the limit
as he brings it out of turn three.
Here he comes sideways almost!
He is fighting for control here.
You know, this wet track is proving hazardous,
but it does not seem to be dampening Jeff Stone's determination.
Yeah, go, Dad!
How's his time, O'Malley?
120. He's slow.
Don't worry about it. Dad's just warming up.
...right to the edge when it comes to winning
this much-coveted pole position.
He is fighting for it, really burning up the track!
He brings #17 down the back straightaway.
Look at that rooster tail!
You know, that fuel-efficient plastic engine
seems to be doing the trick here.
Oh, he's got a lot of catching up to do, though,
if he hopes to beat that near-record qualifying time
set by the Strickland entry.
In through corner four -- look at this --
he's gonna give it everything he's got to challenge Hans Visser here.
Oh, no, look, now, wait a minute.
Oh, now #17 is smoking here in turn four.
Looks like bad news for the Phoenix team.
Could be that plastic engine is giving Stone a problem.
And that spells trouble for the Phoenix Foundation.
Let's go!
Brakes are soft!
Phoenix #17, you have five minutes
remaining in qualifying.
Gasket busted on the master cylinder reservoir.
Let's get a spare.
- We don't have one. - What?!
Replace the brake fluid.
- But what's the point... - Just hurry!
You heard the man.
What are you doing?
Gonna make a new gasket.
All right.
All right, come on, you guys.
Let's go. Go on back out.
It's okay, right?
Yeah, it's fine.
Let's go.
Let's go!
Phoenix #17, you now have four minutes left to qualify.
That should hold you long enough to get some hot laps,
get your time down! Go!
Oh, no.
And Jeff Stone is back on the track.
Well, with the clock ticking
and only four minutes left for qualifying,
it's gonna be an uphill battle
for the Phoenix team to improve their time.
What Stone may have lost in the pit, he's making up for with speed.
Look at him go out there!
I'll tell you, if not for the technical difficulties at the outset,
I am certain we'd be looking at a new track record here.
It's hard to say at this stage if it's that new Phoenix engine,
or Jeff Stone's years of experience on the professional circuit,
but, whatever it is,
I'll tell you, it's adding up to a very impressive showing...
Oh, we're watching him wobble a little bit... Wait a minute!
No, wait, he's in trouble!
He's swerving! He's out of control!
Heading for the tire wall...
He hits it! He's over! Jeff Stone is over the wall!
Now a fire under the hood!
- No, Dad! - Dear God.
Emergency crews are now dashing over; they hurry to the scene!
Oh, this is a terrible tragedy for Jeff Stone
and the entire Phoenix racing team.
Emergency crews on the way. All vehicles clear...
What a shame.
Cars lose their brakes on the hairpin all the time.
Jeff should have been okay!
Dr. Braden, 2421.
Dr. Braden,
2421.
Doctor? How is he?
The only thing broken is his leg.
But there is a problem with his eyes.
His eyes?
He suffered severe flash burn.
What are you saying? He's gonna be blind?
We won't know for a day or two.
- No! - Charlie...
This is all your fault!
You said you fixed the brakes, and Dad believed you,
and now he's... he's gonna...
I hate you, MacGyver!
Charlie, wait!
I'll go after her.
MacGyver, I...
Never mind.
MacGyver, I know what you're thinking.
You can't blame yourself.
I fixed the brakes, Pete.
Good ol' clever MacGyver can fix anything, right?
Look, Jeff is a driver, a professional.
He knew the risks.
So did I.
This is all your fault!
You said you fixed the brakes, and Dad believed you,
and now he's... he's gonna...
I hate you, MacGyver. I hate you!
Look, Jeff is a driver, a professional.
He knew the risks.
He knew the risks...
So did I.
You can't cut me off.
Got too much riding on this.
Yeah, we do.
But you're gonna win this race, remember?
Then you're rich,
my people are rich, and everybody's happy.
And that's good.
But if you don't win...
I don't like being threatened.
I'm glad we understand each other.
Charlie?
MacGyver.
Thought I'd bring some stuff to my dad.
You know... cheer him up.
Listen, Charlie...
what you said at the hospital...
No. No, look, I was just mad.
I know it wasn't your fault.
I wish I could be so sure.
You know, I...
I keep thinking about when my mom left.
She and Dad had this humongous fight about his racing, and...
when it was over, he came into my room.
I guess he knew I could hear them through the wall.
And he told me that what he did for a living was dangerous,
but if you let yourself be afraid of dying,
you're just gonna end up being afraid of living.
Your dad's a pretty smart man.
I love him so much.
I'm afraid.
I'll see you at the hospital tomorrow.
Okay. Good night, MacGyver.
Hey, Pete, how's it going?
I just read the accident report.
There wasa brake fluid leak,
but the seal that you made was still intact.
What?
The right rear brake line was cut.
Cut? That's impossible.
No, we triple-checked.
I even had the lab do a microscopic on it.
It was definitely sabotage, no question.
But who on earth...
It could have been anyone in the pit.
And it's gonna be almost impossible to find out who.
Maybe not.
Hey. this ain't an open house, you know.
We, uh, need some help.
Join the club, man.
Those dudes in New York City don't get this footage by breakfast time,
they're gonna have me for lunch.
We just need to know if your cameras got any shots
of Jeff Stone's pit before the accident.
You mean when he came in smoking?
Yeah, we got shots.
You'll see it on the news tomorrow. Goodbye.
Now, wait a minute. This is very important to us.
Hey, are you guys cops or what?
We're with the Phoenix team.
Our driver was almost killed today,
and we have reason to believe it was not an accident.
Would you please show us the footage?
All right, all right, all right.
If it'll get you guys off my case...
All right, go ahead and run through this.
More.
There, freeze that.
Can you clear that up any?
That's as good as it gets.
Got an image enhancer that can bitmap?
"Bitmap"? What's that?
Could do it.
Bit-map. Bitmap.
Do you mean an enlargement?
Now, vector in on that guy by the back wheel.
Okay, boss.
All right, lock on,
and enlarge the "Z" axis.
And enhance the "X" and "Y".
Now we're cooking, all right.
Boogie.
Is that who I think it is?
Gotcha.
Enlarge that again, would you?
Magic fingers, do your stuff.
It is!
O'Malley.
Better call the police.
Uh, can I use this phone?
Yeah, man, go right ahead.
Can you make a copy of this for us?
You got it, bro.
The Devil and his minion.
A toast to the unholy trinity.
You're drunk.
That I am, sir.
Just enough to kill the pain.
But not the guilt.
I didn't call you in here to listen to whiskey-soaked morality.
I've got another job for you.
And what might that be?
The design specs for Stone's new plastic engine:
I want them.
Do you, now?
Just one telephone call to Interpol
could make your life very difficult.
Difficult?
My friend's lying blind in the hospital!
Why?
Because I convinced myself that only the car would be hurt.
Because I let you use me
on account of one mistake I made 20 years ago.
But that's all over now.
Where do you think you're going?
I'm going to confession, lad.
But not to church.
To the racing commission.
Like hell you will!
Get your stinking hands off me!
The idiot will drown.
Drowned men can't talk.
Right there.
We've concluded that that's when he cut the right rear brake line.
As you can see, gentlemen, it does appear from the picture,
that Jake O'Malley sabotaged Jeff Stone's car.
I don't get it. Why would O'Malley do that?
Well, we'll know more as soon as the police have a chance to question him.
And they have a warrant out right now.
All we're asking is that you delay the race
long enough for us to get a new car and driver together.
What about the rest of us?
We all have a lot riding on this.
I say we race.
Sorry, a delay is out of the question.
The networks are airing the race live.
However, since Jeff Stone qualified tenth,
and given the unusual circumstances,
if you can have a car and driver ready by race time,
I'll agree to enter you at the back of the starting grid.
Well, that means we only have 24 hours.
It's the best I can do. I'm sorry.
Thank you for your time, gentlemen.
Well...
looks like your friend Visser is gonna win this thing after all.
And Strickland stays on top of the series.
It sure seems like they've got the most to gain from this.
Are you suggesting a motive here?
All I'm saying is, they've got an awful lot to gain.
Yeah, they sure do, don't they?
Think I'm gonna make a few calls.
So what if we're in the back of the grid?
We're back in the race!
Not so fast, Jeff.
We still don't have a car or a driver.
Well, what about Wes Granville?
He could drive.
He could fly in from Cleveland in a few hours.
I've got a better idea. How about you, MacGyver?
What?
No way.
Why not? You're as good as Granville -- better.
No! Just forget it.
Okay, Charlie, call Wes.
You can use the display model for the engine.
We still don't have a car.
Oh, yes, we do.
It's one of Dad's old development cars.
We've been scrounging parts off it all season.
Needs work.
Engine...
fresh rubber, new brakes, drive train. It needs everything.
Well...
actually, I've seen you do a lot more...
with a lot less.
Oh, come on, MacGyver. We can do it.
Can't we?
The Manufacturer's GT Cup Race will begin at 2:00 p.m.
Track officials, please report for a pre-race meeting.
Well, how's it coming?
We're still behind, but Granville's on his way.
Any news on O'Malley?
You mean McDowell.
Who?
Sean Douglas McDowell.
We ran a photo and prints through Interpol.
It seems he delivered a package
for the Irish Republican Army 20 years ago.
It turned out to be a bomb.
And a security guard was killed.
20 years on the run, huh?
Uh, something else of interest.
I did do a little checking on Strickland.
He's borrowed heavily from his Japanese investors.
If he loses tomorrow, he's gonna be wiped out.
Well, that's a desperate combination.
Sounds like Strickland blackmailed O'Malley
into sabotaging our car.
Sure would be nice if the police could find O'Malley, wouldn't it?
Anybody here order some new brake calipers?
Where'd you get new brake calipers?
I swapped them for the extra impact gun we had in the pit.
When did we get an extra impact gun?
When I swapped it for the posi-unit off the wreck.
You know, if you ever give up wanting to be a driver,
you've got a huge future in commodities.
And that was the last time you saw O'Malley?
Yeah. He came in when I was closing.
Slipped me a 20 to give him a bottle.
Do you have any idea where he went?
No, he was still here when I left.
Okay. Thank you.
One hour and 45 minutes to race time.
All drivers are reminded that not only...
Granville should have been here an hour ago.
Charlie, why don't you run down to registration
and see if he's checked in yet.
Okay.
Maybe that's him.
Phoenix tent.
Yes.
You're talking to him.
What?
Are you sure?
It's Gordon Simms, the medical examiner.
What's he want?
They just found O'Malley.
Looks like he missed the curve and went straight in the water.
Appears he drowned.
You don't sound too sure.
Except for a bruise on the jaw, there are no impact marks.
Hold on a minute, Pete.
Corpses don't bruise.
Well, if he was dead before he hit the lake,
then where did he drown?
The fountain!
What?
The fountain.
The one in the hospitality tent.
Here. Look.
Okay, I'm back, Pete.
Ask him to draw a sample of water from O'Malley's lungs.
Simms, did you get that about the water?
Good.
How long will it take you to get here?
Right.
This ought to do it.
Antiseptic?
Silver nitrate.
It'll detect chlorine.
The water in the fountain.
We've got a problem.
Wes Granville's plane was grounded in Chicago.
What?
No. I won't drive.
MacGyver... if it's the only way...
Pete, I said forget it.
MacGyver!
MacGyver, what's eating you?
I've never seen you like this.
I can't race again, Pete.
I just can't.
You've never talked about it before.
How about now?
Eight years ago... in Europe, I was leading a race...
A car clipped me from behind.
I spun into another car.
The driver was killed.
It wasn't your fault.
Pete...
the car that clipped me...
the driver was Hans Visser.
Okay.
So, now you know what to expect. You'll be ready for him.
I can't do it.
I can't take the chance.
You know, Jeff and Charlie are putting a lot of faith in you.
So am I.
Well, it's like you said.
Good old clever MacGyver -- he can fix anything.
Maybe it's time he fixed himself.
Got a surprise for you.
A little added insurance.
There is a last-minute change in the grid.
Replacing car #17 is Phoenix car #99.
Phoenix? Who's going to drive it?
MacGyver.
No problem.
Yeah, well just in case...
your fire extinguisher is loaded with nitrous...
attached to your fuel line.
Pull back and you'll take off like a rocket.
But that's illegal.
So is murder.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the race for the Manufacturer's GT Cup
is about to begin.
MacGyver!
I called the hospital.
Dad says good luck.
Me, too.
Listen, all you got to do
is beat Visser, and Dad wins the championship, okay?
Listen, I'm gonna need a good crew chief.
Think you can handle it?
You just watch me.
15 seconds to air, Jim.
Counting down to you from three.
Al, set up for the start. Get me a shot of the green flag.
Lock it down.
Ready to rock.
Okay, Jim, coming to you in three, two, one.
I'm Jim Paulson for the Satellite Sports Network.
We're simulcast on radio and television
and coming to you live from Westwood Springs Raceway
for the GT Cup Championship Race.
As the drivers follow the pace car,
we have a light drizzle,
making the track more treacherous than usual,
so, you can bet this will be a factor in today's race.
The drivers, now coming through turn one behind the pace car.
Here's how the grid stacks up.
On the pole, we have Hans Visser,
driving the black Strickland car, #8.
Next to him, on the front row, one Ron Bellows in car 57.
Row two, we've got car 19 with Terry Betts at the wheel,
and Laurie Craig driving car #2.
In row three, we have car #28, driven today by Brett Goodman,
and Carl Harr in car #77.
Row four, no stranger to the track here at Westwood Springs,
Rick Payne,
and, of course, uh, Rick is in car #15,
and newcomer Todd Nichol in #20.
In row five, we have David Boyle in car #34,
and at the back door, #99,
the last-minute Phoenix entry, with MacGyver behind the wheel.
Now, will they get a start?
The field appears to be in nice formation.
Okay, the pace car is off.
There's the green flag. They're off!
Hans Visser, the European Formula One champion,
grabs an early lead right off that green flag.
...Rest of our field come through safely.
A nice start today.
I would have thought the drivers would be a little cautious,
but I'll tell you, hell, look at this move by MacGyver.
Scoots by David Boyle and Todd Nicol.
Now, MacGyver running eighth overall,
will try to reel in Rick Payne.
He's right up on his bumper, bobs to the inside, and pulls
it off as they get into the back straight.
Visser, though, still dominating out front.
Beautiful fight for second overall here between Ron Bellows in car 57.
Laurie Craig, car #2, right up on his bumper,
as they come back to the hairpin.
Visser, not bobbling at all,
totally in control at this stage of the race.
Now, look at MacGyver.
Already up at the seventh as he works on Carl Harr,
and just behind that action, Payne, almost put...
MacGyver? Hey, I know that dude!
Right.
Ready four. Take four.
MacGyver, though, has now moved into sixth overall.
Challenging the rest of this pack,
this Phoenix has truly risen from the ashes,
dives to the inside.
He'll have a go at car #28, Brett Goodman.
Goodman hydroplanes, loses traction. MacGyver's...
We're like this, man.
Oh, your friend's gonna need some help today.
That plastic engine of his isn't gonna last nine laps, let alone 20.
I got 20 says you're wrong.
You got a bet.
Visser still dominating.
He doesn't worry about spray out front.
Ronny Bellows needing some of that in second place.
The real war now, third overall, the fight between
Betts and Craig, and you know what?
Very shortly, MacGyver will have to deal with that.
Can he get by?
Bingo.
There's chlorine in the water.
Give me the sample from O'Malley's lungs.
Same reaction.
Same water.
Looks like you've got a homicide on your hands, Simms.
Well, MacGyver's sits fifth now...
MacGyver!
...still a rather commanding lead, but I tell you,
now MacGyver looking determined to get a shot at the fourth place...
Yeah. Get him, MacGyver!
Terry is not gonna let him by easily.
Here's MacGyver trying to make his move on the outside.
No, Betts shuts him off!
No way! Both cars are jockeying here.
MacGyver will try to pick up on a draft.
Uh, can he take Betts?
Maybe on a straightaway.
He does, he goes to the inside.
He's got him!
He's got him on the inside.
Fantastic! MacGyver.
No, he's not letting up at all.
How about that?!
I'll tell you, MacGyver and his Phoenix entry
will now challenge Laurie Craig in car two for third place,
and look at this...!
Yeah, go on, MacGyver! Get him!
Go for it!
...And Laurie Craig now has to be satisfied with fourth.
Well, MacGyver's sitting in third. It's amazing!
Amazing, from dead last,
MacGyver, now running third,
showing no sign of letting up here.
Visser still with a commanding lead, coming to the hairpin.
Oh, I don't know.
It's gonna be a real fight now for second overall.
What's gonna happen by the time we get to the checkered flag?
Now, MacGyver makes a move in the first straight.
Will he get by Ronny Bellows?
Ron's not an easy man to...
What did I tell you, man?
It's not over yet, Moe.
MacGyver is now running second.
I would swear his times are getting faster with each lap.
Just amazing what they are doing here at Westwood today.
Now, MacGyver will have a shot at the race leader.
It is unbelievable as the white flag comes out.
They're into the last lap.
It'll be a battle royal now between Visser
and MacGyver for the win of this GT Cup today.
Hard to believe that Visser would give it away
in this last lap.
MacGyver, though, is really going for it,
a most determined young man.
He has come side by side with our race leader.
The man who has dominated this entire event today
may be about to give it away!
That is truly hard to believe.
Side by side running about 150, 60 miles an hour...
...most important for both teams.
They have got to have this victory.
Now, for the first time in this event,
it looks like we'll have a new race leader.
MacGyver has got it!
Visser drops back into second place.
He tries to pick up on a draft.
Hold it now. This could be to his advantage.
Let's see what happens here.
He'll try to get up beside MacGyver one more time.
Beside him. He literally screamed by him!
An amazing discovery of horsepower here.
In fact, as they come back to the hairpin,
it looks like Visser has overdone it.
He does. He's off the course, he's into the marble, and
MacGyver holds onto the track.
Now, he's got to fight his way back out of the mud.
He does.
Visser, determined now, to at least end up second.
A gain? No, he wants the win. He wants the win.
He's after MacGyver. They fight their way through the S's
neck and neck, and they are fighting it out
at 150 miles an hour!
This race can go either way!
Wait. Now, MacGyver leading by about a third of a car length.
Visser now makes a move. He's closing in here.
Oh, this is going to be Visser, MacGyver.
MacGyver, Visser.
Who's gonna grab it at the finish line?
The checkered flag waves. It's MacGyver!
Yahoo!
Ha, ha! MacGyver!
Yeah. Right.
Yay!
An amazing moment of elation for our race winner today.
What an amazing comeback.
From dead last to the winner's circle! What a race!
The Phoenix win, clinching the GT Cup Championship
for Jeff Stone, who's still in the hospital recovering...
Whoo-wee!
Like taking candy from a baby.
Not enjoying the race, Mr. Strickland?
I think this belongs to you.
Doesn't it?
Get him out of here.
Camera four, can you give me a tighter shot of the Phoenix pit there?
What? Well, can't you get any closer?
- We're losing the shot. - No problem.
I'll bitmap it.
Bitmap?
It's a little trick I learned from a friend.
Here.
- Next time you drive, okay? - Deal.
Deal!
How do you feel?
Nervous.
Remember, it'll take a few moments
for your eyes to adjust.
Now, Jeff, open your eyes.
Nothing.
Wait a minute.
I can see.
I love you, Dad.
Well...
am I missing a celebration here?
It just started.
Well, congratulations.
And, uh, I have a couple of other things to cheer about.
Visser rolled over on Strickland,
so they're both being arraigned on murder charges tomorrow morning.
Well, that should keep them both out of circulation for a while.
Yeah, and off the racing circuit for good.
And, uh, one other thing.
The phones at the Phoenix Foundation
are ringing off the hooks,
with manufacturers bidding on the Phoenix engine!
All right!
You did it, MacGyver.
No.
We did it.
Congratulations, partner.