Hills. You didn't mention hills.
And you said a spin, not the Tour de France.
Oh, you did good, Wilt.
You did good.
I'm gonna be crippled for the rest of my natural life.
Man, I'm so hungry I could almost eat health food.
Come on, I know this great little donut shop.
No, no. I'm gonna head on back.
Make it a nice, quiet Sunday. Read the paper.
Couch potato stuff, you know?
That's your problem, MacGyver,
not enough excitement in your life.
Good thing you have me as a neighbor.
Yeah.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
That's all right, I'm okay.
Oh, the car's all right.
Izzy would kill me if I put another dent in it.
- I beg your pardon? - Izzy, my boss.
Well, actually, he's my teacher.
Well, actually, he's more like my best friend.
Oh! Here, let me help you.
Where to?
What?
Where are you headed?
Oh, uh, home, the marina, but that's okay.
Great. Hop in. I'll give you a lift.
No, no, no, it... it's all right.
No, really, I insist.
Listen, my sister, who lives in Ohio,
and she's married to this guy who sells wallpaper,
She says I'm selfish, so hop in.
Come on, get in.
I won't bite, I promise.
Hey, my ego is at stake.
Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
So, how do you like the '90s so far?
The '90s?
Yeah, it sounds so serious, doesn't it?
I don't know about you, but I was just starting to get used to the '80s.
Nice.
The '80s, nice?
No, I meant your car.
My car. I wish.
It's Izzy's.
I have to go to this party tonight, so he let me borrow it.
Oh, here, let me show you the invitation.
Oh, hey!
Oh, well. I guess it's here somewhere.
Did I tell you Izzy's a musician?
Do you want to hear some of his stuff?
Uh, no.
It's great. It'll make you feel better.
- Just listen. - I feel fine.
Mozart?
Yeah.
My all-time fave.
Mozart was writing concertos at five years old.
Isn't that wild?
I mean, where were you at five?
Well, I was pretty young, so...
I had this crush on a kid with glasses and freckles
named Dobie Fineman. He grew up to be a dentist.
You're not a dentist, are you?
- No. No. - Good.
This is your friend? Itzak Zimmer?
Yeah. I know, he's famous. But to me, he's just Izzy.
We met in line at a movie.
I run errands for him in exchange for violin lessons.
By the way, I'm Lulu.
MacGyver.
What's your first name?
My friends just call me MacGyver.
That bad, huh?
That's okay. My real name's Alice.
So, are you married, MacGyver?
Uh, no. You?
Not that I know of.
How old are you?
Thirty-nine.
Thirty-nine and you've never been married?
So?
So, that tells me one or two things.
Either you've got a fear of commitment,
or you've got a fear of commitment.
Uh, excuse me, I don't think this is the way to the marina.
Oh, yeah. I have to make a quick stop first. I hope you don't mind.
I got this funny call from Izzy this morning.
He didn't sound like himself.
He said, "You'll find a thingy from Sal's in the glove compartment.
Do you-know-what with it, and bring whatever it is to me right away."
Listen,
about the ride, I appreciate the offer, but...
You're probably wondering what a world-famous violinist
is doing with a pawn shop, right?
Uh, no, not really.
Well, it's because he doesn't trust banks.
This pawn shop is sort of like his safety deposit box.
Oh.
Oh, here it is. A claim check.
Oh, great. Closed.
Uh, why don't I just get out here, okay?
Don't worry. I'll drive you home as soon as I tell Izzy what happened.
- Please, don't trouble yourself. - No trouble.
Voilà. Izzy's place.
You two are gonna love each other.
Uh, no, I can't.
Well, sure you can. You can do anything you want.
No, I mean I... I gotta get home.
Oh, relax. It's Sunday, remember?
Nobody has to get home on Sunday.
Besides, how often do you get to meet
two incredible people in one day, huh?
Gotta be honest with you, one is plenty.
- I really gotta go. - But your bike.
I'll walk it. It's not that far.
- You sure? - Sure.
Okay. Oh, wait!
Don't forget this.
Oh, thanks.
Thirty-nine, huh?
Did you know that Mozart was only 35 when he died?
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Bye.
Izzy.
Izzy? It's me, Lulu.
Oh, stop. Stop.
Stop! You barbarian.
Yeah.
I don't like this one, either.
Izzy, what are you doing?
No! No, no!
- Izzy, what... - Oh, please, please don't.
- What's going on? - Forgive me, Lulu.
They forced me to call you.
Cough it up, toots.
Keep your mitts off me, creep.
Zimmer told you to bring the Amadeus.
- Now, where is it? - The...
I don't know what you're talking about.
Like cat spit you don't.
You heard him, lady.
Let go of my arm.
Let go, do you hear me?
Hello?
MacGy...
Lulu?
Lulu? You in there?
Hey, what's goin' on here?
My Morassi!
MacGyver.
Leave him alone. That's my husband.
- Who else knows about this? - No one.
No more games, Gramps.
Either tell us where it is, or I'll play you this time.
No, wait. I've got it.
The Amadeus?
The Amadeus, right.
Let him go, and I'll get it for you.
Fork it over, then we let him go.
No, I don't trust you.
I'll bring it, but not here.
Somewhere public, where there's a lot of people around.
What's going on here?
The invitation. Great idea.
Brilliant. Thanks, darling.
Here, meet me at this address at 8:00 tonight.
"Roaring '20s Bash"?
Look, do you want this Amadeus thing or not?
Okay, 8:00 sharp.
Make a little swapsky.
You and your hubby here bring the Amadeus, we give you Zimmer.
Hubby?
Okay, not a croak to anyone.
Make sure you both show up.
And you better have it with you this time, toots.
If you don't, or if you go to the cops,
if I even smell the color blue,
you can kiss your friend Izzy goodbye.
You understand?
He means it, Lulu.
We understand. Don't we, sweetheart?
What?
I don't believe this.
Why Izzy? And who were those guys?
And what's this Amadeus thing all about, anyway?
Husband? What's that all about?
Oh, yeah. Nice meeting you, MacGyver.
Let's have lunch sometime, okay?
Hey, wait a minute. Whoa, what? What are you doing?
What do you think? I'm going after this Amadeus thing.
Nuh-uh. We, Lulu.
Did you hear those guys?
We both have to show up, or they're gonna kill Izzy.
Now, these are dangerous people we're dealing with.
Wow, sounds like you've been in a few of these scrapes before.
Uh, yeah, one or two.
What do you suggest?
Well, first of all, we're gonna take it slow.
One step at a time.
We're gonna start at the pawn shop.
Great. Why didn't you say so? Get in.
There's an emergency number here.
I think there's a pay phone around the corner. I'll call.
No, no, no. I'll do it. You stay here.
But...
Lulu, stay put.
MacGyver, wait, I just remembered. There's...
Forget about it! Stay!
But, MacGyver...
Hey!
Hey, man.
What are you doing?
Get in.
Are you nuts? That's burglary.
Don't worry. Izzy's cousin owns this place.
I just remembered, he's fishing in Canada.
He'll understand.
Why didn't you tell me this before?
You didn't give me a chance.
Wait a minute, we forgot the door.
That's okay, the cops can lock it.
It doesn't make sense.
Izzy kidnapped for golf clubs?
He doesn't even play golf.
Maybe you stole the wrong thing.
I resent that. I have never stolen a wrong thing.
That's reassuring.
What are you doing?
How'd that get in there?
So you've seen this before?
Sure, two days ago. Izzy picked it up in Salzburg last week.
Austria Salzburg?
On his last tour.
He said he found it in some flea market.
Picked it up for a song.
What else did he say?
Nothing.
It's just that I've never seen him so excited about anything.
Then yesterday he sounded different.
Troubled about something.
Poor Izzy.
I'm really worried about him, MacGyver.
Look at this.
That's a certificate of origin.
Which means that this is no ordinary violin.
It says, "The back is in two pieces of handsome maple.
The varnish of a light orange color.
The table is of spruce of medium grain.
Original label missing."
Yep, it all checks.
"This instrument is an excellent specimen of Antonio Stradivari."
What? Let me see that.
"An excellent specimen of Antonio Stradivari
of his golden period known as the Amadeus."
The Amadeus?
Stradivari was the Rembrandt of violin makers.
If this is real,
Izzy found a 300-year-old Stradivarius in a flea market.
Well,
were most famous violins named after their owners?
Yeah.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
I remember reading somewhere that Franz Haydn named his Strad
after his good friend Mozart,
and gave it to him later as a gift.
But then it was... it was lost or something.
Not anymore.
Mozart's lost Strad.
Complete with documents.
It's worth millions.
No wonder those sleazoids wanted to get their hands on it.
- Wow. - My, my.
Hey, thanks a lot.
I didn't know you could play like that.
Neither did I.
Well, come on. We better get some costumes.
Costumes?
Well, for the costume party, remember?
The invitation said "No one admitted without a costume."
Don't worry, I know where we can get some.
Hi!
Yes, sir.
Welcome to the speakeasy.
Here. Looks better on you.
So what's the occasion here?
How should I know?
Well, I thought it was your party.
Actually, I found the invitation at an automatic teller machine.
It sounded like fun.
Ah.
Mmm. Here, try this.
Uh, actually, I don't drink.
Neither do I. It's apple cider.
A toast.
May the Eastern Europe of our hearts find freedom in the '90s.
You're somethin', Lulu.
I like you, too.
Hey, that was good. Could you get me another?
God!
That's right, gangsters and molls.
What would the '20s be without the Charleston?
And now, for all you romantics, we're gonna slow it down just a bit,
so check your dance cards, grab your partner,
and let's make a little magic with that old-time favorite,
Every Little Breeze Seems To Whisper Louise.
Hit it, boys.
- Here. - Thanks.
Half an hour till they get here.
Come on, let's dance.
What?
Dance.
You know, dance?
Dance.
Nervous?
Yeah.
Well, I wouldn't worry. We'll get Izzy back.
Oh, I know.
That's not what I'm nervous about.
That's right, pal, open up.
We're the coppers, see? And this is a raid.
Open it up!
We're looking for Al Capone.
Izzy's not with them. What do we do?
I don't know yet.
Bring him over or we shut this gin joint down!
There he is, captain. Over there.
They're looking for Al Capone!
We'll take that, toots.
So where's Zimmer?
You said you'd exchange the violin for him.
You're under arrest, Capone.
Cuff 'em, sarge.
They're arresting Capone!
Oh, look!
Let's take 'em over to the interrogation room, sarge.
Where's Izzy, you toad?
What difference does it make?
- Hold it there. - Watch 'em.
What's this?
What'd you do with the Amadeus?
I'll tell you later. Let's get out of here first.
I know you're in there, Capone.
We've got the place surrounded.
Open up!
What are you doing? We'll never get through there.
I know that.
This is your last chance. Open up or else!
Police. Come out with your hands up!
You're gonna do time for this. Long time.
Make it easier on yourself.
Maybe they'll let you off with tax evasion.
In here.
Come on out! We got you now.
Open up, Capone!
Where are they? Where did they go?
They're around here somewhere.
They got away.
They couldn't have gotten far. Come on, let's go.
What was that? You hear that?
It came from over there. Behind the pump.
Well, don't just stand there. Check it out.
It's just a lousy rat. What do we do now?
You check the street.
I'll stick around here for a while, start to cover our trail.
Just in case.
You okay?
Yeah.
How long do you think he's gonna stick around?
Too long. Let's go this way.
Oh.
Oh, God.
Wow! Look where we ended up!
Let's get these cuffs off.
Now.
Oh, the Amadeus, right?
I switched it for the band player's fiddle.
Oh, that was pretty smart.
You think it's safe there?
Probably safer than if we try to go back for it.
Now, if we only knew where Izzy was.
Either this lock is rusted or I'm losing my touch.
Uh, listen. I don't want to alarm you,
but if you don't get those things off in the next,
oh, five minutes,
we might have a little problem.
Why? What's wrong?
Oh, nothing. It's just that...
I really have to go to the bathroom.
Oh.
Oh!
So, I'd guess we better find a...
Bathroom, yeah.
Come on.
Can I ask you something?
Have you ever been in love? I mean, really in love?
Yeah, once.
Hmm. Me, too. Almost got married.
Why didn't you?
Well, it's... I mean, it's kind of...
Exactly.
Hey. Hold it right there.
What are we gonna do?
I'll handle it.
The mall's closed. What are you two doing in here?
Well, we're kinda lost, officer.
And we're lookin' for the costume party.
Yeah? Let me see some I.D.
Party at the speakeasy's just around the corner.
How'd you two get in here?
Well, downstairs. It's wide open.
Day shift guy. I'm gonna fix him.
You can use the last door on the left,
But just make sure you push it shut.
Thank you, officer.
- I wanna see something. - What?
Your first name.
I told you, my friends call me MacGyver.
Yeah, but it's not like Sting or Prince or something.
You've got another first name, right?
That's your first name?
Yeah. So?
So I think I'll call you MacGyver.
What's that?
It's a handcuff key, silly.
Good job.
No answer at Izzy's.
Where could they be hiding him?
If we only had a lead on these guys.
Well, maybe we do and we just don't know it.
Now, they said they were gonna try and cover their trail.
What trail are they talkin' about?
The trail to the Amadeus, I guess.
When Izzy found out they knew about it, he stashed it in the pawn shop.
Yeah, but how'd they know about it?
What?
Well, assuming Izzy didn't tell 'em,
how could they know that it was Mozart's lost violin, hmm?
You're right, it doesn't make sense.
Unless they stumbled across the certificate of origin somewhere.
Did Izzy carry the Amadeus back from Europe himself?
No. He had it shipped back with the rest of his violins,
like he always does on tour.
Shipped by whom?
There's a freight forwarder out by the airport.
They specialize in musical instruments.
Wait, that's it.
MacGyver, you're brilliant.
Come on.
Yo, taxi.
Hey!
Yeah, here's the damage reports.
Freight agent named Ginko handled that item.
Damage report?
Yeah, the crate it was in was damaged in transit from Europe.
You know, it's like I told the other guy:
the freight agents are supposed to check the goods when that happens
before they leave the bonded area.
You know, in case of an insurance claim.
Yeah. What other guy?
He was here about a half hour ago,
asking questions about the same shipment.
Nearly walked off with my receipts. Can you believe that?
Can you describe this guy?
Yeah. Pushy.
Said if anybody else came around here asking about it, to give him a call.
He wouldn't be there, but I could leave a message on his machine.
He left his number?
Here, it's on the card. Here, why don't you call him yourself?
I got better things to do.
Wait here!
What are you doing? Put that down.
Jeez.
Come on.
It's Izzy.
Lulu!
Izzy, thank God. Are you okay?
Perfect.
Just perfect.
Like they say, "Great minds think alike."
If you think I'm gonna tell you where the Amadeus is, bozo,
you're crazy.
You're gonna do more than tell me, sweetcakes. You're gonna show me.
If we're not back in an hour with the instrument, kill 'em.
An hour? That's not enough time.
You disgusting slob.
- Come on. - Lulu.
Don't try anything, Jack.
Or we might have a little accident.
Oh, if only Lulu were here.
She'd think of some crazy way to get us out.
That's a CO2 extinguisher, isn't it?
It protects the violins.
Foam or water would do as much damage as fire.
Well, CO2 forces oxygen out of a room.
And if there's no oxygen...
What are you talking about?
What are you doing?
When the alarm goes off, hold your breath until we're out of the room.
All right, get ready.
I know where they went.
I'll stay here and call the police.
Well, what are you waiting for? Go on, go on!
If this is another one of your crazy stunts...
What stunts?
Stop stalling and get me that Amadeus.
Look, I told you, it's here.
Now, will you make that call?
Just get it!
Okay, talk. Where is it?
Last chance, sweetcakes.
You little devil, you.
What?
Get it.
Get it, before I kill him and you.
Look, it's that crazy guy again.
Look! Those are real bullets!
You think I'm kidding?
The party's over. I mean business.
Okay, okay.
Give it to her.
Give it.
You want me to make that call?
All right.
Here.
Don't! MacGyver!
Come on out of there! Out in the open!
Out where I can see you, now!
Now you're making me mad. You don't wanna do that!
He wrecked the elevator. You'll never get out now.
The Amadeus! Stop him!
Freeze.
Take another step and this thing is wood chips.
Wait.
I just realized why you're doing this.
It's because your mother was a cafeteria lady, right?
What?
Lulu!
You know, in grade school.
The ones with moustaches and hairnets
who served tuna surprise every Monday?
Another step and I'll...
Oh, the humiliation.
And now, you're finally paying her back.
Gestalt therapy.
Your mother is the violin.
I mean, just look at the way you're holding that thing.
No!
MacGyver, we did it!
Yeah, I guess we did.
Look at her go! What's gotten into you?
I guess it's that healthy diet you suggested.
No more junk food. I hate to admit it, MacGyver,
but I feel like a million bucks.
You look better, too, Wilt.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I've been noticing some of the ladies giving me a second look lately.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
There you go.
So, listen,
if you meet any babes who might be interested in a healthy kind of guy,
let me know, huh?
- Babes, huh? - Babes.
Hey, MacGyver.
Wilt,
I'd like you to meet Lulu.
Oh.
Um, hi.
Hi.
Boy, you got a nice, firm handshake.
Yeah? W-Well, I've been working out a lot, you know?
Oh?