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.
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.
Hurry it up, will you? I don't want to spend all day here.
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!
Look out!
Are you mad? Away, fool.
Run!
Get up.
Look at the clothing on that bloke.
The horses are coming. A stranger.
Move, fool!
Away, fool. The horses are coming. Make haste!
You got to be kidding me.
Galahad is down!
Galahad is down.
Duncan will finish him.
Poor Galahad.
Sir Galahad? The Sir Galahad?
Hey, what's going on here? Where's Pete?
Silence, stranger!
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...
I know about these things.
Who is this babbling fool?
Perhaps a sorcerer from some foreign land.
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!
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.
The fool fights without arms or armor.
Can I use that rope?
Fetch him that rope. Let him hang himself.
See to Galahad.
The field of battle is not a place for wounded doves.
A rope against the lance? The stranger is mad.
A fool is more like it.
Let the contest begin!
Oh, man.
Coward, fight!
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 ♪
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.
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.
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...
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 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.
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.
I think my ancestor has been wrongly accused.
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!
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.
Goodly plan, sire.
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!
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!
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.
Look, it's rising.
Halvnor. Caran.
Abnon. Sacharon.
Igtril. Sminje!
Bravo!
Merlin has demonstrated his power.
Now you must offer proof of yours.
Or for having falsely claimed the gift,
forfeit your life.
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...
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.
He's done it, sire! He's done it!
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!
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.
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!
Help me get him to his tent, quickly.
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.
Merlin, what is that supposed to do?
Watch and learn.
Excuse me, Merlin.
He's gonna need more than a song.
How dare you!
He's been poisoned!
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!
I don't suppose anyone has a pestle?
I am an alchemist. My cloak is my laboratory.
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.
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.
That should clear up.
Someone poisoned your food, Your Majesty.
- Poison? - Yes.
Who would dare such treachery?
Merlin.
Yes, sire?
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.
Up here! I found him! Quickly!
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.
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.
This gold belongs to Merlin.
I myself gifted it to him.
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!
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.
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.
Knights of the Round Table,
we are gathered here to assess the evidence
against Merlin the Magician,
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.
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.
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.
So I'm making an electrophoresis.
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?
Clichés, actually.
Here we go.
Come on, come on.
That's it.
What?
I'm seeing it, but I don't believe it.
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, sir.
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?
This is an outrage!
You're taking an innocent man.
You'll regret this!
- I can prove it! - Ride now! Away!
Wait.
Go, go, go!
Arthur, Your Majesty.
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!
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.
Duncan is the guilty one!
- 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.
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.
He knows who the guilty party is.
Duncan is the assassin!
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 ♪
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.
Sir, M'Iver comes before you.
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.
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.
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.
Help me, please!
My horse threw me. I fear my leg is broken.
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.
I told you, no more orders, MacIver.
All right, Merlin, but at least be quiet!
You're mine, Duncan!
Duncan!
Well, well.
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.
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.