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After three weeks above the Arctic
Circle, monitoring whale migration,

I truly felt there was
no place like home.

No howling sub-zero winds,
no shifting ice,

no wandering polar bears,

no sushi sandwiches.

Just the simple comforts
of my own domain.

Jack?

Yo, MacGyver. You're home.

Just in time, I might add.

I can't quite figure out how slide bolt B
fits through flap hydraulic A-B-left.

Or is it slide bolt A that goes
through flap hydraulic Q-S-right?

Jack.

- Jack, what are you doing?
- What do you mean?

I mean, it isn't obvious?
I thought it was starting to take shape.

I can see it's a plane.

Oh, then I am making progress.

What did you do to your finger?

Frostbite. Forget my finger.
Look at my place!

All my stuff.

You know, you are unbelievable.

I let you stay here for three weeks and
you turn my place into a plane hangar!

Hey, take it easy, MacGyver.
It's no big thing.

It's an ultralight.
The wings are collapsible, removable.

The engine and the carriage will go
through your front door.

Good, fine, show me. Now!

Boy. Testy, testy.

Anybody home?

- Hey, hey, Gertie.
- Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Now, now, be nice,
or I'll buy a mean dog.

- What you got?
- What you owe.

Looks like they all found you, Jack.

It's time to move again.

- Bye, Gertie.
- Bye.

Batteries.

Dirty, stinking batteries
in my refrigerator.

That's it. You're out of here.

If I have to get a court order to get you
banned from the premises, I will do it.

Jack?

It's him.

It's him, gotta be.

Him who?

My father.

There he is in the cap, see?

Recognise the good looks?
I know I do.

That kind of says it all.

"Jack,

I wish you could have
known your father

and he could have known you.

Unfortunately, the war in Korea
took him away from all of us too soon.

I know that what I loved in him
must surely be a part of you.

God bless you and keep you.

A Friend"?

So my old man's dead.

That answers that.

What, you didn't know?

I never even knew
what he looked like till now.

Jack, I don't understand.

I'm not sure I do, either.

Why is she doing this?

Why, after 37 years?

- Who are you talking about?
- My mother, who else?

What kind of friend writes
a letter like that, huh?

What kind of friend would send
four packages in ten days,

all of them with
your father's personal effects?

Look at this, MacGyver, look at this.
You see this?

Captain Jack Dalton Sr.

Must have been
some kind of hero, huh?

I got this cap about three years ago.

Before that, zip.

Then this stuff starts arriving
in the mail.

You don't understand?

I don't understand.

I never did.

Who were those people
you were living with in high school?

Foster parents. Nice people.

And what happened
to your real mom?

I never knew her.

She gave me up for adoption
while I was still in diapers.

Why didn't you tell me
any of this before?

Too busy aggravating you, I guess.

No.

I just sort of...

...pushed it all over to the dark side
of my brain a long time ago.

I didn't need to keep reminding myself
I wasn't good enough to keep.

Well, I don't buy that.

Read between the lines, Jack.

If this friend really is your mother,
it's obvious she's trying to reach out.

Reach out?

Isn't it a little late for that?

I don't know. Is it?

My sources at the Pentagon confirmed
the lD number on the bomber.

The pilot, Captain Jack Dalton,
was assigned to the Fifth Air Force's

67th Flight Squadron.

The plane was shot down
over Kimpo Airfield, January 8th, 1951.

"Captain Dalton was

posthumously awarded
the Distinguished Flying Cross

for staying at the controls of his plane
until his three surviving crewmen,

Greer, Zisco, and Akers,
could bail out."

Well, Dad, you did good.

Anything about a wife and son?

Yes. It says
that there was a wife

and that she put in for maternity
benefits at Lakeland Military Hospital.

A child was born February 3rd, 1951.

But there's
no further documentation.

What was my mother's name?

Come on, Pete.

Your mother's name is
Francine Dalton.

Francine? Francine!

The foxy lady painted
on the bomber!

Jack, Mrs. Francine Leyland Dalton
is a fugitive from justice.

And she has been
for the past three years.

- What?
- On what charge?

She was arrested
along with her employer,

an investment broker
named Arthur Bandel.

He was indicted as the kingpin
of a multimillion-dollar stock swindle.

It says here your mother was charged
as co-conspirator.

She jumped bail after arraignment.

My mother, a wanted felon.
What a day.

From everything I've read,

this Arthur Bandel has used
every legal means at his disposal

to keep this thing from going to court
for the past three years.

It seems like neither one of them
wants to face the music.

Yeah. Well, so much for him.

And so much for dear old Mom.
If the law can't find her, we never will.

Well, if you wanted to try,
you might pay a visit

to the bondsman who put up her bail.
Might find out something.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Mothers.

Sometimes they're more trouble
than they're worth, you know?

Jack?

Is she more trouble than she's worth,
or do you wanna dig a little deeper?

I'm here to help, if you want.

Thanks.

I didn't punch the cop, you did.
I didn't set the bail, the judge did.

The bond is 10 grand, you got it?

A personal check? Get real!

I want cash and your pink slip, bozo!

- You can go right in.
- Then fine. Enjoy life on the inside.

Make new friends.

Needle-neck jerk!

- Felony or misdemeanour?
- Neither.

I'm Jack Dalton.
This is my friend, Mr. MacGyver.

- What do you want?
- Francine Dalton.

Francine Dalton.

You ain't alone on that score, pal.

That whacked-out,
double-crossing broad

is gonna cost me
100 G's on a forfeited bond.

That broad happens to be
my mother.

Your mother, huh? My apologies.

Mr. Ricco, all we want is
some information.

You put up the bail for her
and Arthur Bandel, right?

Yeah, and she skipped.

For three years,
I've been out a whole lot of money,

which I stand to lose permanently
if she doesn't show up for trial.

Wait a minute,
the Bandel case is going to trial?

Set for the 1 7th.
That's Monday. Today is Saturday.

That's not much time, is it?

Do you have a copy
of the police custody record?

Sweetheart, do you think
you can find the Dalton file?

Sometime today?

All ready for Monday, Marty.

So, what you looking for? Hot tip?

Let me guess.
The number of the person she called

the night she was arrested.
Am I right?

- Sam Greer.
- You know him?

Lives in Lakeland. Owns a bar.
The Wingman.

We checked him out
right after she skipped.

He loaned her travelling money.
End of story.

Thanks, Mr. Ricco.
We'll let you know if we find anything.

You do that.

Look, if you can somehow
manage to bring her in

in the next 48 hours,

I'll pay you the same commission
I'd pay any licensed bounty hunter.

You're a very sick man, Marty.

Let's go, MacGyver.

Stay in touch, you hear?

Colton! What's up?

I heard it all, Marty.

Francine Dalton is mine.

- Sam Greer. That's our lead, Jack.
- They've already checked him out.

Sam "Sparky" Greer was
on your dad's bomber crew.

It's all in that file that Pete gave us.

Old Marty in there doesn't seem to
know that your dad saved Greer's life.

Maybe Sparky's the friend
that mailed all my dad's photos

- and medals and stuff, you think?
- Maybe.

Let's get to The Wingman
and find out.

Sam Greer's a dead end.

He told me nothing.

You ain't Francine Dalton's son.

Now, if you want to cop your fee,

you'll follow her boy out there,
find her

and bring her back here before
midnight Sunday. You got that?

They're moving.

Dawn, I'm on a bromo run.

- Yes?
- Hi, Mr. Bandel, this is Dawn.

Do you remember
that fur coat you promised me?

I just earned it.

What do you have, Dawn?

A couple of very interesting people
paid a call on Marty.

One of them was a Mr. Jack Dalton.

He says he's Francine Dalton's son.

Francine Dalton has a son?

- Surprised me too.
- Where is he?

A bar in Lakeland
called The Wingman.

Marty seems to think they're going
to look this guy up, Sam Greer.

Dawn, Dawn, did I ever tell you
you are beautiful?

No.

Ken, David, come in here.

Yes, sir?

Good. Kenny, Francine Dalton.

For three years,
she's had a noose around my neck.

Now I think I can do something.
I've finally got some leverage.

Seems she has a son, Jack Dalton.

I want you to go to Lakeland,
to this bar, and find him.

And bring him back to me.

What about Francine Dalton?
Do we take her out?

No, Dave.

Francine Dalton has evidence
detrimental to Mr. Bandel's case.

The idea is to trade the evidence
for her son. Am I right, sir?

Yeah, that's right, Kenny.
Now, stay clear of Francine.

We don't want her
to push any panic button.

And if he finds his mother,
all right, fine.

Let them get together
for a final family reunion,

then bring Jack Dalton to me.

The Wingman Bar.
You've got to love it.

Gad, I'd almost stay grounded
to own a joint like this.

Jack, take a look behind the bar.

I think I need a drink.

Let me have three drafts, a Scotch,
and one lrish up.

Thank you, Sparky.

What can I do for you boys?

A "Hi, hello" would be nice, Sparky.

I'm Jack Dalton.
Jack and Francine Dalton's son.

Jack, my God,
if you aren't the spitting image!

This is my friend, MacGyver.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Well, how'd you boys
track me down?

You are the friend that sent
my dad's things to me?

Yes, sirree, that's me.

Do you always sign your notes
"A Friend"?

Oh, listen, I just felt it was best
to pass along the stuff anonymously.

I didn't know if it was gonna upset you
or make you proud.

But you should be proud.

Your father was
the salt of the earth, son.

He gave his life to save mine,
Ernie's and Bud's.

Well, anyway, now that you found me,
how about a drink? On the house.

H2O on the rocks for my friend.

I'll have whatever
my mom's drinking these days.

She used to drink lrish.

Straight up, as I recall.

You seen her?
Heard from her at all lately?

No. Not for a while.

How long would that be,
Mr. Greer?

About three years?

Mr. Greer, we know Francine Dalton
called you the day she was arrested.

And we know it would be
next to impossible

for you to have
tracked down Jack on your own.

Sparky, she's my mother.

For better or worse,
I want to meet her.

Come on, you said yourself
you owed my dad one. A big one.

And I'm honouring that, believe me.

Look, I can tell you this.

Your mother is alive
and well and safe.

And if you want to keep it that way,
then just leave it alone.

Jack.

I think we found her.

Upstairs?

Too late, boys,
last hand of the day. Sorry.

Well, that's a straight. Ace high.

- Say good night, everybody.
- Next time, Franny.

Next time, make it interesting, Charlie.
Bring more cash.

- Mick, I'll buy you a beer. Hang on.
- Great.

Francine Dalton?

Fran Leyland.
You got the wrong address.

No, I don't.

I'm Jack Jr. I'm your son.

I don't have a son.

Yeah, you do.

Leyland's your maiden name.
You're Francine Dalton.

You married Jack Dalton.

He died, you had a son.

You gave him up
for adoption in 1951.

You did your homework.
What do you want, a gold star?

How about hello?

I said goodbye to you
a long time ago.

So that's it?

Over and out. No regrets, huh?

Look, is that why you came here?
To see a guilt-ridden old woman?

Are you saying you had nothing to do
with contacting Jack?

You didn't send along his father's pins,
medals, photos these last few days?

That weak-kneed, sentimental old fool
Sparky did that, without asking me.

Look, I'm sorry he wasted your time.
And mine.

Hey, Mom, so am l.

Jack. Hey, Jack!

Count your money later.

I wanna know what kind of mother
gives up her son twice in one lifetime.

Look, if you're his friend,
don't make a scene.

Just take him away from here
and keep him away.

Maybe I should
take you to the police.

That is the last thing you want to do.

Look, I don't think you understand.
I am trying to save his life.

- And mine.
- What are you talking about?

It's none of your business.
Just leave it alone, it's my problem.

Does that problem include
Arthur Bandel?

Oh, you two have really done
your homework, haven't you?

Yeah. Arthur Bandel.
The man wants me dead.

The only reason I'm not
is that I'm holding evidence.

Evidence that would put him away.

But the Justice Department
can't get a conviction without it.

And I won't be harmed
as long as I've got it.

Bandel's afraid to come near me.

But if he finds out
that I've got a son...

...he's gonna hunt him down
and he's gonna use him against me.

And I will not allow that to happen.

Now do you understand?

Yeah, I understand.

But you gotta
make Jack understand.

You can't leave him
hanging like this.

I am telling you,
I never wanted to hurt him.

I prayed I would never
hurt him again.

Then tell him the truth.

How'd it go with your mother, Jack?

What do you think, Dave?
Look at him.

Go ahead, blow. You'll feel better.

- Who are you?
- Bandel's escort service.

Please, no sudden moves,
I hate making a mess.

I hate when you do.

Come on, Jack, let's go.

Jack!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

- Who are those guys?
- Arthur Bandel's men.

They found out about Jack.
It's just what I was afraid of.

Francine, I've been looking for you.

There you go,
that ought to hold you.

And I'll just take this knife.

Let me guess.
Marty Ricco's bounty hunter, right?

Only when the price is right.

The price on her head is gonna
get me out of this pitiful racket,

and into the island life.
Coconuts and hula girls.

- That's where I'm headed, Jack.
- Gee, that's great.

But in the meantime, two of Bandel's
men just kidnapped my friend.

My son.

Not my problem.

- Francine!
- Sparky!

Why don't you go
fix somebody a drink?

Move!

Hey, now, listen to me.

That man's taking evidence
to the authorities.

As soon as he does,
my son will be killed.

Cry me a river, lady.

Francine,
what are you talking about?

Sparky is my safety valve.

He has instructions
to take a computer disc

with the evidence against Bandel
to the Justice Department.

Bandel will kill Jack just to spite me.
We've got to stop Sparky!

Hey, how about letting me go?

What do I look like,
some kind of rookie to you?

Ain't nobody ever come back
to bushwhack me before delivery,

and I ain't about
to let it start happening now.

Are we being clever?

Your feet. Take it.

I can't get us loose
until we get him out of the van.

- How do we do that?
- Think of something.

So, what's your name?

- Colton.
- Colton.

Tell me, Colton, what's that lowlife,
Marty Ricco, paying you for this?

Five grand?

Hey, don't sell yourself cheap, lady.

You're worth at least 15.

I'll tell you what.

I'll give you 25,000
if you take me back to the bar.

I've got the money in the safe.

Now, that way I can stop Sparky and
you can make yourself $10,000 more.

You all just order room service.
I got a phone call to make.

She's offering 25, Marty's offering 15.
Marty's got to do better.

Hey, Marty! Yeah, I got her.

- Francine Dalton?
- No, your mama. Who else, sucker?

Colton, that's great!

I don't care what I said about you.

You are the best.

You hear me? The best.

Yeah, gee whiz.
Well, I really do appreciate that, Marty.

I don't even know your name.

- MacGyver.
- Francine.

It's a pleasure.

Look here, man. I got a problem.

I mean, it's getting
real confusing out here.

- What? What?
- You're offering me 15 to bring her in,

she's offering me 25 to let her go.

- I think I'll let her go.
- What?

Colton... there must be something
wrong with the connection.

Thirty grand, Marty.

How's your connection now?

Marty, I knew you'd see it my way.

Hey!

Hurry, MacGyver,
we've got to stop Sparky.

Yes, Justice Department,
lnvestigations, please.

I know it's Saturday.

Can you give me
your weekend command centre?

I'm looking for
a Mr. Stephen Jastrow.

The deputy attorney general.

Yes, I'll hold.

Your mother used to work for me on
the trading floor at the stock exchange.

She was a tough trader.

She knew when to gamble,

she followed instructions,
and she didn't ask many questions.

You gonna give me your r�sum�
or get to the point?

The point is the Justice Department
started asking questions.

Your mother became
a liability I couldn't afford.

On top of that,
your mother managed to jump bail.

She disappeared
with a computer disc

had enough evidence on it
to bury me in court.

So now I'm supposed
to be collateral, is that it?

Well, good luck, bud.

My mother couldn't give a tinker's damn
whether I'm alive or dead.

Well, we'll soon find out, won't we?

No!

I checked with command centre in
Washington. They told me to call you.

Yes. Stephen Jastrow.

I don't know, you spell it.

Will you bureaucratic numbskulls
patch me through?

This is an emergency!

Hurry. Hurry.

Yes, Mr. Jastrow? Finally.

I'm calling for Francine Dalton.

She has this computer disc
she wanted me to forward to you.

- Me? Well, my name is--
- Sparky!

- Francine!
- Who are you calling?

Nobody.

Doggone it, Francine,
you scared the daylights out of me.

Sparky, it's Bandel. He's got Jack Jr.

Oh, my Lord.
Well, what do we do now?

I don't know, the whole plan has
gone up in smoke now.

What plan?

I was gonna show up in court
day after tomorrow, with the disc.

To prove my innocence
and put Bandel away.

Once again, the best-laid plans
seem to end in disaster, don't they?

Now, wait a minute.

They've got Jack, you've got the disc.
I suggest we set up a trade.

Hello?

This is Francine Dalton.

Mr. Bandel. Francine Dalton.

Francine?

My son for the evidence, Arthur.

You get your case thrown out of court,
we'll be even-steven.

We make the trade tonight, agreed?

No, we'll make the trade tomorrow
morning. It's nice and quiet here now.

Besides, I can see you coming.

Seven a.m. Alone, Francine.

No problem.

It'll all be over soon.

For both of you.

There's only one thing keeping me
from blowing your head off, slick.

The Dalton woman. Where is she?

Can we negotiate? Okay!

She's on her way.
She's trying to save her son.

That story again?

It happens to be the truth.

If you don't let me go in and help,
we can kiss them goodbye.

Look, I ain't taking no more
of your tap-dancing, slick!

All right. Okay.

Will you just do me one little favour
and point that thing someplace else?

All right, just relax and listen.

Francine Leyland wants
to appear in court tomorrow.

As soon as her son is safe,
she's yours.

You can have the commission.

Until that time, you got a choice.

Either get in the way or help.

Now, what's it gonna be?

Good choice.

There's a guard in front.
Why don't you take him out?

Then keep an eye on things
until I can get them all out of there.

I thought you said
you were in a hurry.

She's here.

Looks like she's alone.

Francine. Where's the disc?

Where's Jack?

You all right, Jack?

Well, the last 37 years
have been kind of tough.

Get in the elevator, Francine.

Ken, you bring the other elevator.
Block it off on the fourth floor.

- Then bring her to my office.
- Yes, sir.

You look good, Francine.

Kenny, get the disc.

Sit down, sit down.

I didn't think you'd show up.

I said what I said
to keep you away from all of this.

I'm sorry, Jack.

We've lost power.

Dave, check it out, will you?

Power's back, but I still can't get in.

Francine, I'm getting sick
and tired of your games.

I want you to tell me
that password now.

Not until Jack is safe.
We had a deal.

Kenny.

The password, Francine.

Okay. Just don't hurt him.

The password is "Jack."

Hey there.

Bingo.

All right, let's make sure
we have them all.

Check out the shell companies.

- You shouldn't have given it to them.
- You're my son.

Since when?

There we are.

I know I deserved that.

Why? I've always wanted
to ask you that.

Jack, please, try and understand.

I was a bride, a mother and a widow,
all at the age of 17.

Your father was the only man
I ever loved.

When he was shot down,
I went out of my mind.

I couldn't even take care of myself,
much less my own baby.

I never forgave myself
for giving you up.

Can you forgive me?

They're all there.

Swiss bank account numbers,
phoney companies, the lot.

The companies might be phoney,
but the profits are real enough.

Power's gone again.

Francine, I told you
to come up here alone.

Kenny, go on up there,
see what's going on.

There's no power failure.

Must be rats,
this place is full of them.

Come on, move it. Let's go.

What next? A little one-way drive
in the country?

- Just move.
- You can do better than that.

The least you can do is come up
with something original.

Arthur never did have
much imagination.

- Just shut up, Francine--
- Forget it! Forget it! Drop it!

Drop it, Bandel.

- Drop it!
- No!

You drop it. You drop it.

That woman's coming
with me, Bandel.

I don't think so.
We're gonna walk out of here,

and if anyone comes near her,
she'll get blown away.

Shoot her.
Go ahead and shoot her.

Price on her head is just as high,
whether she's dead or alive. Shoot her!

You got what you want.
Leave her, take me.

- No, I think I'll just keep her with me.
- Oh, come on, Bandel.

You're over your head now.

Money's one thing, but murder
and kidnapping is something else.

Give it up.

Man makes good sense.
I'd listen to him.

In fact, I'd jump all over that idea.

I'm warning you. Stay back.

Stay back!

That's it.

On your feet.

Thank you.

Well...

- ...pay day.
- Colton.

Why don't you give them
a couple of minutes?

They've waited 37 years for this.

"To my friends.
Thanks again for making it happen.

If you're ever craving chocolate
Macadamia nuts, come look me up.

Jesse Colton."

Now, that Colton is one happy fella.

How about that Bandel?
Now, there's one unhappy fella.

I don't know.

Federal prison is a good place
for a guy as industrious as Arthur.

He might even amount to something
in 20 or 30 years.

So how about you?

What's it like to know there's
nobody looking over your shoulder?

Well, for one thing, it makes you
wanna look ahead instead of behind.

I haven't got much experience
as a mother.

I hope you'll be patient with me.

Are you kidding?

I've never really been
anybody's son, either. We'll fake it.

Deal.