Get her.
Hi, Pete.
MacGyver, you look terrific.
You should wear a tux more often.
Strictly camouflage.
As long as I have to be here, I might as well blend in.
Well, this is why
the foundation launched its art acquisition program.
Do you realize how many great works of art like this
disappear into corporate vaults every year?
It's criminal.
Well, how many are you planning on gettin'?
Well, we've already raised about $4 million.
Now when that runs out, we'll start pounding the pavements again.
Here, I want to show you something.
This is one of the paintings
that we're going to be bidding on tonight.
Now you tell me,
would you rather see a painting like this
hidden away in some private collection,
or out on display in a public gallery
where everyone can enjoy it?
Pete, you don't have to convince me.
Just make sure you get your money's worth.
Well, that's covered.
That's why our art consultant is meeting us here.
In fact, I'm gonna look for Dr. Sand. Excuse me.
- Hi. - Hi.
Quite a painting, huh?
Peter Paul Rubens.
The hills north of Antwerp. About 1625.
1625? I wouldn't give you $15 for it.
Sorry.
I know where you can get a great deal on a matador painting,
On black velvet.
Now you're talkin' art.
Ah, here you are. So, you two have met.
Almost, not quite.
Oh, well, then, let me formalize it.
MacGyver, this is Dr. Laura Sand, our new fine arts expert.
She advises us on all our purchases.
Mine, too.
Nice to meet you, Dr. Sand.
Likewise.
Sold for $670,000. Congratulations, sir.
Next, catalogue item 52. A work by Peter Paul Rubens.
Painted by the noted Flemish artist near Antwerp in 1625.
We shall open the bids at $300,000.
$300,000?
We have 300. Do we have 325?
Now would be a good time to make your first bid.
325 for this fine work, ladies and gentlemen?
Thank you, sir. We have 325.
Do we have 350, anybody?
Hey, pal, would you mind paying your fare?
I have $400,000. 410. Anyone?
We have 410. Do I hear 415?
Thank you, sir. $415,000 is the bid.
We're up to $415,000.
Do we have 420?
We have 420. Do I hear $425?
I'd go one more.
425, ladies and gentlemen, for one of Rubens' finest landscapes?
425, anyone?
We have $425. $430, anyone?
Going once, for $425,000.
$425,000 going twice. Any other bids?
My God! It's true!
$425,000 going three times.
Sir!
Sold, to Mr. Peter Thornton of the Phoenix Foundation.
Sir, excuse me, sir! No, no!
You cannot sell this painting, it's my painting.
No, it's my painting, it belongs to my family.
This is my painting!
Hey, wait a minute.
My God, oh, no! Oh, my God!
Hey, what are you doing?
Please, believe me, I'm not insane!
Look at that. Why did you do that?
Whoever is in charge, this is my painting!
It was stolen from my family!
We have some trouble. I'll be right there.
Please let go, you're hurting me. Please!
Hey, come on guys, take it easy, huh?
Sir, t-the E.R.R, they stole this painting from my family.
Please believe me!
You do believe me, don't you?
It's the truth. It's... it's the truth. It's my painting.
Get that man out of here. Call the police.
The painting is mine, I can prove it.
Please, I'm not insane!
I'm not trying to make trouble here.
Please, it's my family's painting!
But how can you be so sure he's telling the truth?
The guy had numbers tattooed on his arm, Pete.
This is not just some lunatic looking for attention.
Well, having been in a concentration camp
doesn't prove his story, MacGyver.
Pete, the old guy was hurtin'.
You see the look in his eyes?
Uh, Mr. Brand,
I'm Bill Smith, Channel 4.
In a congressional district plagued with violence
in our streets and our parks,
what do you intend to do if elected, Mr. Brand?
We cannot let the punks and criminals of this world
run free and control our lives.
We must make the streets safe for our children.
That's what America's about, freedom.
Freedom to take charge and protect our loved ones.
It's time the leaders of this great nation did just that. Lead.
I don't know, it's a big job.
It's a shame, it's so beautiful.
Doctor, what's the prognosis?
Well, I think, we can restore it,
But it's gonna take some time.
Is there any possibility that that old man has a claim on this picture?
Well, he did mention the E.R.R.
The E.R.R? What is that?
Einsatzstab Rosenberg Reichsminister.
Hitler's personal band of art thieves.
His goons ransacked Europe during World War II.
Looting and stockpiling tremendous works of art.
Nothing was safe.
So, it is possible this painting belonged to his family.
He did say he could prove that.
Well, then why didn't he prove it, instead of charging
into that art auction like a madman? Look what he did.
I don't know, Pete, but don't you think we should at least ask?
Yes, you're right, we should.
And he's still in custody over at the police station.
I'm on it.
You know, if he's right, if that old man is telling the truth,
then I've just purchased a stolen painting.
A damaged stolen painting.
Has the art gallery sent over the provenance yet?
No.
I'd like to compare the history of ownership with our research sources.
Well, I'll go get it myself.
The, uh, sales receipt lists Lyle Hoggart as the seller.
Mr. Hoggart, go right in, sir.
So, what have you found out?
His name is Sam Bolinski.
A Jew.
A survivor?
Possibly.
What is this proof he claims to have?
I don't know.
It may just be talk.
Or, it is possible he has something
that could prove damaging to us.
Don't worry.
There is no way anyone can trace the Rubens to you.
And the Van Dycks we sold in San Francisco?
They'll never connect any of the sales to the campaign funds.
We cannot afford to have questions raised.
The old Jew
must never be allowed to produce this proof of his.
Have him killed.
All I want to do is talk to Mr. Bolinski, ask him a few questions.
Look, everybody at that auction saw him trying to steal that painting.
But the old guy still insists it belongs to him.
Well, it could belong to him.
He says he can prove it. I just want to give him the chance.
Well, it's your painting.
I guess there's no harm in talkin' to him.
Yeah, Bolinski, Samuel. He's in Holding 3.
You want to bring him up to the Squad Room?
Great, thanks.
Buy you a coffee?
No, thanks.
Knife!
Drop it! Freeze!
- Are you okay? - I think so.
- You're from the auction. - Is he dead?
I'm afraid so.
Thought I could make it to pension
without having to use this thing on anybody.
I could have disarmed him, you know?
Huh, it looks like he was disarming you.
You'd better get that looked at.
Why? Why would he attack me?
Ever see this slime before?
No, never!
Forgive me, officer.
You saved my life.
I don't know how to thank you.
And thank you, my friend.
MacGyver.
My friend, MacGyver.
More trouble?
Everything is under control, Wilhelm.
You said Bolinski was under control. Now, he's on the street.
Who knows what he's told this man from the Phoenix Foundation.
One old man is not going to destroy
years of planning and preparation.
Grandmother, the election's only two days away.
One whiff of a scandal, any scandal, could sink me.
And if I go down, we all do, you know that.
That is why you must let me handle this matter, Wilhelm.
You will be protected.
Your chamber of commerce speech is at 4:00.
Wear your blue suit.
Now, Hoggart, about this Bolinski...
He's with a man named MacGyver,
At the Phoenix Foundation.
If the old man shows proof of his claim to anyone,
I want them stopped, as well.
Do you understand me?
Yes, madame.
MacGyver, Pete told me about what happened at the police station.
Oh, yeah. No permanent damage.
Uh, Sam?
This is Dr. Laura Sand. She's repairing the Rubens.
A doctor and so beautiful.
Yeah, you make your parents proud, yes?
Are you sure you're okay?
Don't worry for me, I am a survivor.
Well, I found something strange on the Rubens.
Here, take a look at this.
Some sort of odd residue.
What kind of residue?
We're not sure.
The lab's still breaking down it's full analysis.
You know, Rubens painted a lot of Antwerp landscapes, Mr. Bolinski.
Are you sure this one is yours?
Listen, doctor,
this painting used to hang over our fireplace.
As a boy, I would stare into it and wonder what was behind that hill,
what was beyond those trees.
I grew up in this painting, Dr. Sand.
It is part of me.
And you say the Nazis stole it?
Yes, they took everything.
My family had one of the finest art collections in Izbica,
in all of Poland, I dare say.
Before the Nazis.
Well, what would Hitler want with all this art work?
Let me show you something.
Hitler wanted to use the E.R.R. to create
a museum of the master race.
Over 12 million pieces of art and valuables were stolen...
17,000 objects were labeled degenerate
and either sold off or destroyed.
A lot more ended up in S.S. officers' private collections.
After the war, the allies found thousands of paintings
hidden in warehouses and salt mines.
Oh.
I'm so sorry, I didn't know that was on there.
For you, these are only pictures.
For me, it's not just a, a movie.
Now, Sam, do you remember when the painting was stolen?
October 12,1948. It was a Saturday morning.
It just happened to be Yom Kippur.
I've been going through these E.R.R. records from Washington all day.
There's no record of a Bolinski family.
The records are not there because I have them.
You have the original E.R.R. records?
But how?
Those of us the Nazis could use, they kept alive.
I knew about art. So I volunteered to be be a clerk for the E.R.R.
I was then sent to Auschwitz for 4 years.
You actually worked for them?
My other choice was the gas chamber.
One day, I found the pages where my family's art was catalogued.
I ripped them from the ledger.
Where are the pages now, Sam?
At my home.
I'd like to take a look at those documents,
if you don't mind, Mr. Bolinski.
It would be my pleasure. But, the name is Sam.
Okay, Sam.
Let's go get those papers right now.
Yes. Is Sand your real name?
Actually, it was Sandberg.
My grandfather changed it when he arrived at Ellis Island.
Changing your name, you can do.
But changing who you are,
this you can never do.
Here's the address.
The old man lives out in San Tofino.
Take him straight to the mine.
Got it, Mr. Hoggart.
Laura, where's MacGyver?
He took Mr. Bolinski home to get the E.R.R. records.
Mister Bolinski says they prove the painting was stolen
from his family in 1940.
Well, according to this provenance from the auction house,
the painting was sold to the Hoggart family
eight years earlier, in 1932.
Well, they can't both be right.
You know, I'm going to call the National Archives in Washington D.C.
See if they can shed a little light on this.
They owe me one anyway.
Veronica, hold down the fort. I'm going to see if Mr. Hoggart
can clear up a few of these questions himself.
All right.
That was one bumpy ride. But we made it.
Jackpot.
I know I should have made copies of the documents years ago.
Hello, Mrs. Jackson.
But I thought the painting was lost forever.
Uh, there is a box under the counter, if you can help me.
My back has been bothering me since the night of the auction.
Yeah, over here on the table, please.
Thank you.
Oh,
here, that's my family.
That's me. My father.
He was killed when they first invaded.
What about your mother and sister, and the baby?
That's my other sister. You see, there came a pogrom.
They wanted all the Jews out of Izbica.
So we were sent to S-Sobibor.
Within an hour,
my mother and my sisters...
I can still see the black smoke.
Mr. Hoggart?
Look, whatever it is, it'll have to wait.
I'm with the Phoenix Foundation.
It's about the Rubens painting you sold yesterday at the auction.
What about it?
The provenance you gave the auction house,
there seems to be a problem.
You have a problem, talk to my lawyer.
Well, if that's how you want to handle it.
But I should warn you, we found evidence
that directly contradicts your claim.
What kind of evidence?
E.R.R. documents that prove the painting is stolen.
Somehow, I don't think anyone's going to see those documents.
Do you?
From Auschwitz,
before they sent me back to Sobibor, one of the worst death camps.
Most new arrivers were gassed within two hours when they got there.
Life had no place in Sobibor.
Ah, here, here, here.
Here. You see?
Uh, my German's a little rusty.
Oh, right, "Rubens, Antwerp landscape.
Year of confiscation: 1940." You see? Just as I said.
Don't move.
Step aside, folks, please.
- Sergeant Gray? - Yes.
Hi, I'm Pete Thornton.
Oh, hi, Mr. Thornton. Nice to see you.
Thanks for calling.
So, uh, what have you found?
- You got anything to go on? - Not much.
We do have a witness, but all she saw was four guys in ski masks
hustling your friends off into a van.
So, what's next? Where do we start?
Normally, you hang tough and wait for a ransom demand.
Oh, I think there's more to this than a simple ransom.
Our art expert, Dr. Laura Sand, is missing too.
- And I think it's related. - How's that?
Well, she went to check on the painting's provenance
with the previous owner, a man named Hoggart.
And she hasn't come back. I can't find her.
And he's nowhere to be found, either.
Well, look, I'll get an A.P.B. out on them right away.
Good. Thanks.
Listen, while you're at it, will you have your people
check on any silver mines operating in the area?
- Silver mines? - Yeah.
Dr. Sand had our lab run an analysis on some particles
that she found on the painting.
Well, the lab confirms that those particles
are lead sulfide,
Which is a common residue from silver mining.
Well, it's worth a try.
Oh, it's great, I'll get right on it.
Now, lookit, you keep me posted if anything new turns up, all right?
Don't worry, you'll be the first to know.
And return the favor, okay?
Here's the E.R.R.records.
What is this place?
I don't know, Sam.
Inside.
Take the van around the back.
- Come on. - Huh?
Let's go.
MacGyver! Sam!
Laura? What happened? How'd you get here?
She made the same mistake you did, young man.
She ask too many questions.
Jawohl, Frau Brandenberg.
We have met?
No, we were never formally introduced.
She... She would come to Sobibor, always first on line.
She, and the wives of the other officers,
they would pick through the dead's valuables like vultures.
You...
Oh, yes, Frau Brandenberg, I know you!
Here are the E.R.R. documents.
Get me madame's office.
Hello.
What? How?
Uh-huh.
I see you're a Brand supporter.
Yes, my grandson is about to become a congressman.
Brand is your grandson?
Brand. Brandenberg.
You can change what you're called, but not what you are.
I'll take care of it.
Trouble.
Someone named Thornton from the Phoenix Foundation
has asked police to check out silver mines in the area.
We have to evacuate to another base.
Yes. Be sure everything is moved.
Those are historic documents!
And now they are historic ashes.
You know, burning those papers won't change the truth.
You want the truth, Mr. MacGyver?
Here is the truth.
Our master plan.
The 10% solution.
California, Nevada, Oregon, Washington, Idaho.
5 of your 50 states
will become the new Aryan nation.
My God!
You can't be serious.
Oh, I am.
See, it is already happening. We have churches, public officials,
school teachers, police chiefs.
People of influence.
All of them our people.
Looking out for our interests.
The purity of the white race.
Didn't a guy named Adolf try that once before?
Hitler moved too fast.
We have learned patience.
First infiltrate,
then we dominate.
It may take 10, 20 years,
but it will happen.
You would do that again?
You would unleash your horror on the world?
Take them to the mine.
We will see each other again.
Not in your lifetime, old man.
Move.
Come on, let's go. Load 'em.
That's a Renoir! That painting was listed destroyed in 1940.
Monet? Rembrandt?
MacGyver, these paintings are priceless.
Congressional elections are expensive.
So is buying cops. Hello, Gray.
They didn't have to buy me, MacGyver.
I was sold on 'em years ago.
Now, if you'd have left well enough alone,
the old man would be dead
and I wouldn't have had to gun down one of our own people.
Come on, let's go.
Bring that welding rig.
Keep going. Through that door.
Come on. Come on, move it.
This is where we say goodbye.
This isn't Sobibor, but we'll try to make you feel at home.
Hey, come on, take...
Make sure the line feeding the acetylene is airtight.
This is nuts. Why don't we just shoot them?
Madame is feeling nostalgic.
Gas.
The animals! They're gassing us!
You can't do this! You animals! You can't do this to us!
Let's go.
You can't do this.
You cannot leave us here to die!
Please! You can't do this! Please!
Please!
MacGyver. MacGyver!
Please, come out of it.
Y-You've gotta help us.
MacGyver!
They're gassing us, MacGyver.
It smells like garlic.
That must be acetylene.
It'll fill from the top of the room first, so get down.
Stay down.
We're going to die.
No!
We will not die.
We will get out of this place.
It's only a matter of how, is it not, MacGyver?
Uh, yeah, right.
But this is impossible.
Sobibor was impossible.
500 stormed the gates.
200 died. But 300 of us lived.
We must escape to make sure this horror does not happen again.
All right. I think I got it.
What?
Well, this is a fire door. It's hollow.
Metal on two sides, air in the middle.
But, how's that going to help us?
Let him work.
Laura, give me one of your earrings.
What for?
Go on, go on, he has an idea.
Here's the last of it, Mr. Thornton.
Well, never mind, I've got it.
Bonaventure Silver Mine. Hoggart is a shareholder.
He's got some prominent partners.
Judge Turpin,
Dean Smithers of Saint Anne's University.
Hoggart keeps pretty good company.
Get Sergeant Gray on the line.
I want to see if he can tie this in
with anything else he's picked up on Hoggart.
Hello, police? I'd like to speak with Sergeant Gray.
Mr. Thornton, what's wrong?
Look who's a share holder.
Harold Gray?
Yeah. As in Sergeant Gray.
My God, he's part of it.
He sure is.
All right,
now I need a spark to ignite it.
Take cover, back here.
Some idea, huh, doctor?
Should be over for them.
Get a gas mask from storage.
Dump the bodies down the shaft.
- I'll fill up the truck. - Yes, sir.
Ow!
I should be able to get as far as the art truck in this outfit.
Then I'll swing around and pick you up.
But the Nazis. We can't just let them walk away.
One step at a time, Sam.
Well?
Gray.
How long till we're ready to pull out?
About 10 minutes, maybe less.
Sam.
Okay, let's go.
Oh, now, come on, man, let's get this thing out of here!
Come on, let's go!
Ow!
- Where's Sam? - Over there.
He knocked out Hoggart and went inside.
Oh, man. Come on. Come on.
Hold it, hold it!
Move! Move! Move!
Hurry up!
Come on!
Well, Mr. Brand.
Looks like your popularity has taken a nosedive.
Get him out of here.
It ends here, Frau Brandenberg.
Revenge? Is that it?
Some would call it justice.
You will not kill me.
You Jews are weak.
No, we are not.
In fact, your hate has made us even stronger.
- Sam! - No, don't stop me.
You deserve to die.
The world would be a better place without you and your kind.
The feeling is mutual.
Perhaps we are not so different,
you and I.
No.
We are very different.
Outside, now!