MacGyver (1985–1992): Season 4, Episode 8 - Ma Dalton - full transcript
Just when Mac's ready to cut Jack Dalton out of his life, he finds himself helping him. Jack's been getting a lot of things over the years which belong to his father who died when Jack was a baby from someone anonymous. And now he gets another. He suspects it's his mother whom he never met. With help from Pete, they find out that his mother is a fugitive. It seems like someone she worked for is into some shady stuff, and she got arrested when the Feds went after him. They go to the man who put up her bail when she was arrested. The man only cares about getting her so that he doesn't forfeit the bail. After Mac and Jack leave, the man sends his bounty hunter, Jesse Colton to get her. So he follows them. Eventually they find her. The man she worked for grabs Jack it seems she has evidence against him and Colton grabs her and Mac and takes them but she tells Mac they have to go back to stop her friend from turning the evidence over to the Feds, because when they get it, the man she worked for will have no reason to keep Jack alive.
After three weeks
above the arctic circle
monitoring whale migration,
I truly felt there was
no place like home.
No howling subzero
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?
Gee, I thought it was
really 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,
you are unbelievable.
I let you stay here
for three weeks
And you turn my place
into a... a plane hangar!
Hey, take it easy, MacGyver.
It's no big thing.
You see, it's an ultra-light.
The wings are
collapsible, removable.
The engine and the carriage
will go right out through
your front door, no problemo.
Good, fine, show me.
Now!
Boy! Testy, testy.
- Anybody home?
- Pardone me...
Hey, hey, gertie.
Well, look what
the cat dragged in.
Now, now, be nice,
or I'll buy a mean dog.
Whatcha got?
What you owe.
Looks like they
all found you, Jack.
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
these 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?
Recognize 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.
Eh, 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, senior."
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.
Jack, 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, uh...
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...
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.
Hah! Reach out?
Isn't it a little late for that?
I don't know. Is it?
My sources
at the Pentagon
Confirmed the I.D.
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 Kim po airfield,
January 8, 1951.
"captain Dalton was, uh...
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 in there
about a wife and son?
Yes.
Uh, it says that there
was a wife and that, uh,
she put in for
maternity benefits
at lakeland military hospital.
A child was born... February 3,
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 multi-million
dollar stock swindle.
It says here your mother
was charged as co-conspirator.
She, uh, jumped
bail after arraignment.
My mother a wanted felon.
What a day.
And 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, uh, 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 start by paying
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 want to
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 ten
grand, you got it?
A personal check? Get real!
I want cash or
your pink slip, bozo!
You can go right in.
Then fine, enjoy
life on the inside.
Make new friends.
Needle-neck jerk!
Felony or misdemeanor?
Uh, neither.
I'm Jack Dalton.
This is my friend Mr. MacGyver.
What do you want?
Francine Dalton.
Well, you ain't alone
on that score, pal.
That whacked-out,
double-crossing broad
is gonna cost me a hundred
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 17th.
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, whatcha looking for?
Hot tip?
Let me guess.
The phone 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 some
traveling money. End of story.
Thanks, Mr. Ricco.
We'll let you know if
we find anything else.
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.
Hey, 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.
But 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.
W-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... 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,
and 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 over
to lakeland to this bar
and find him, and
bring him back to me.
And what about
Francine Dalton, sir?
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.
How you doing?
- Let me get that one.
- How's everything?
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 Irish up.
Thank you, sparky.
What can I do for you boys?
A "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.
Well, how'd you
boys track me down?
Well, you are the friend
That sent my dad's things
along to me, aren't you?
Yes sirree, that's me.
Do you always sign
your notes, "a friend"?
Oh, listen, I-I
just felt it was...
Best to pass along
the stuff anonymously.
I... 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,
uh... Save mine and...
Ernie's and bud's.
Well,
anyway, now that you found me,
How about a drink...
On the house?
H-two-oh on the
rocks for my friend,
and I'll have whatever my
mom's drinking these days.
She, um...
Used to drink Irish.
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
just want to meet her.
Come on, sparky,
you said yourself
you owed my dad one, a big one.
And I'm honoring 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.
Yeah, sure thing.
Hey, Nick, 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 junior.
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.
Well, you did your homework.
So what do you
want, a gold star?
How about hello?
I said good-bye 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 I.
Jack.
Hey, Jack!
Count your money later.
I want to 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 what I should do
is 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,
and 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 got to 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?
They're 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.
- Ow!
- And I'll just take this knife.
Let me guess.
Marty ricco's
bounty hunter, right?
Only when the price is right.
And 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 is going to take
evidence to the authorities,
and as soon as he does
that, my son's gonna 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, uh...
How about letting me go?
What do I look like, some
kind of rookie to you, pal?
Ain't nobody ever come
back to bushwhack me
before a 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.
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 could make
yourself $10,000 more.
You all just
order room service.
I got a phone call to make.
She's offering $25,000,
Marty's offering $15,000.
Marty's gonna have to do better.
Hey, Marty, yeah, I got her.
Francine Dalton?!
Nah, your mama...
Who else, sucker?
Colton, that's great!
I don't care what I said
about you before, man.
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?
Well, 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.
30 grand, Marty.
Huh? Huh?
How's your connection now?
Marty... I knew
you'd see it my way.
Hey!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Hurry, MacGyver,
we've got to stop sparky.
Yes, um... justice department,
investigations, please.
I know it's Saturday.
Can you give me your
weekend command center?
I'm-I'm looking for a
Mr. Stephen jastrow.
The deputy... De-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 my
instructions to the letter,
And she didn't ask
too many questions.
You gonna give me her
resume or get to the point?
The point is the
justice department
Started asking a
bunch of 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
that had enough evidence on
it to Bury me in court Monday.
So now I'm supposed
to be collateral, is that it?
Well, good luck, bud,
'cause 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 already checked
With command
center in Washington.
They told me to call you.
Yes. Stephen jastrow.
I don't know, you spell it.
Will you bureaucratic
numskulls just patch me through?
This is an emergency!
Hurry. Hurry.
Yes, mister jastrow.
Finally.
I'm calling for Francine Dalton.
Uh, she has this computer disc
she wanted me to forward to you.
Me?
- Well, my name is...
Sparky!
Francine!
Who are you calling?
Nobody.
Daggone it, Francine,
You scared the
daylights out of me!
Sparky, it's bandel...
He's got Jack junior.
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
out here now.
Besides, I can see you coming.
7:00 A.M., alone, Francine.
No problem.
It'll all be over soon, huh?
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.
But if you don't let me
go in there and help her,
we can kiss them both good-bye.
Look, I ain't taking no more
of your tap-dancing, slick!
All right.
Okay.
Will you just do
me one little favor
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've 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
Till I can get them
all out of there.
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.
Lock 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 'em all.
Check out the shell companies.
You shouldn't
have given it to him.
You're my son.
- Since when?
Here we are.
I know I deserve 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,
phony companies, the lot.
Yeah, the companies
might be phony,
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 'em.
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 could do is come up
with something
original, right, mom?
Arthur never did have
much imagination.
Oh. Just shut up,
Francine. Keep moving.
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!
Come on, 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.
Now I'm warning you,
stay back.
Stay back!
That's it.
On your feet.
Thank you.
Well... payday.
Uh, 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 and 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 want to look
ahead instead of behind.
I, uh, haven't got much
experience as a mother.
I hope you're going
to be patient with me.
Are you kidding?
I've never really been
anybody's son before, either.
We'll fake it.
Deal.
above the arctic circle
monitoring whale migration,
I truly felt there was
no place like home.
No howling subzero
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?
Gee, I thought it was
really 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,
you are unbelievable.
I let you stay here
for three weeks
And you turn my place
into a... a plane hangar!
Hey, take it easy, MacGyver.
It's no big thing.
You see, it's an ultra-light.
The wings are
collapsible, removable.
The engine and the carriage
will go right out through
your front door, no problemo.
Good, fine, show me.
Now!
Boy! Testy, testy.
- Anybody home?
- Pardone me...
Hey, hey, gertie.
Well, look what
the cat dragged in.
Now, now, be nice,
or I'll buy a mean dog.
Whatcha got?
What you owe.
Looks like they
all found you, Jack.
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
these 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?
Recognize 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.
Eh, 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, senior."
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.
Jack, 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, uh...
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...
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.
Hah! Reach out?
Isn't it a little late for that?
I don't know. Is it?
My sources
at the Pentagon
Confirmed the I.D.
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 Kim po airfield,
January 8, 1951.
"captain Dalton was, uh...
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 in there
about a wife and son?
Yes.
Uh, it says that there
was a wife and that, uh,
she put in for
maternity benefits
at lakeland military hospital.
A child was born... February 3,
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 multi-million
dollar stock swindle.
It says here your mother
was charged as co-conspirator.
She, uh, jumped
bail after arraignment.
My mother a wanted felon.
What a day.
And 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, uh, 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 start by paying
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 want to
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 ten
grand, you got it?
A personal check? Get real!
I want cash or
your pink slip, bozo!
You can go right in.
Then fine, enjoy
life on the inside.
Make new friends.
Needle-neck jerk!
Felony or misdemeanor?
Uh, neither.
I'm Jack Dalton.
This is my friend Mr. MacGyver.
What do you want?
Francine Dalton.
Well, you ain't alone
on that score, pal.
That whacked-out,
double-crossing broad
is gonna cost me a hundred
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 17th.
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, whatcha looking for?
Hot tip?
Let me guess.
The phone 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 some
traveling money. End of story.
Thanks, Mr. Ricco.
We'll let you know if
we find anything else.
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.
Hey, 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.
But 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.
W-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... 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,
and 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 over
to lakeland to this bar
and find him, and
bring him back to me.
And what about
Francine Dalton, sir?
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.
How you doing?
- Let me get that one.
- How's everything?
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 Irish up.
Thank you, sparky.
What can I do for you boys?
A "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.
Well, how'd you
boys track me down?
Well, you are the friend
That sent my dad's things
along to me, aren't you?
Yes sirree, that's me.
Do you always sign
your notes, "a friend"?
Oh, listen, I-I
just felt it was...
Best to pass along
the stuff anonymously.
I... 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,
uh... Save mine and...
Ernie's and bud's.
Well,
anyway, now that you found me,
How about a drink...
On the house?
H-two-oh on the
rocks for my friend,
and I'll have whatever my
mom's drinking these days.
She, um...
Used to drink Irish.
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
just want to meet her.
Come on, sparky,
you said yourself
you owed my dad one, a big one.
And I'm honoring 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.
Yeah, sure thing.
Hey, Nick, 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 junior.
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.
Well, you did your homework.
So what do you
want, a gold star?
How about hello?
I said good-bye 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 I.
Jack.
Hey, Jack!
Count your money later.
I want to 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 what I should do
is 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,
and 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 got to 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?
They're 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.
- Ow!
- And I'll just take this knife.
Let me guess.
Marty ricco's
bounty hunter, right?
Only when the price is right.
And 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 is going to take
evidence to the authorities,
and as soon as he does
that, my son's gonna 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, uh...
How about letting me go?
What do I look like, some
kind of rookie to you, pal?
Ain't nobody ever come
back to bushwhack me
before a 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.
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 could make
yourself $10,000 more.
You all just
order room service.
I got a phone call to make.
She's offering $25,000,
Marty's offering $15,000.
Marty's gonna have to do better.
Hey, Marty, yeah, I got her.
Francine Dalton?!
Nah, your mama...
Who else, sucker?
Colton, that's great!
I don't care what I said
about you before, man.
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?
Well, 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.
30 grand, Marty.
Huh? Huh?
How's your connection now?
Marty... I knew
you'd see it my way.
Hey!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Hurry, MacGyver,
we've got to stop sparky.
Yes, um... justice department,
investigations, please.
I know it's Saturday.
Can you give me your
weekend command center?
I'm-I'm looking for a
Mr. Stephen jastrow.
The deputy... De-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 my
instructions to the letter,
And she didn't ask
too many questions.
You gonna give me her
resume or get to the point?
The point is the
justice department
Started asking a
bunch of 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
that had enough evidence on
it to Bury me in court Monday.
So now I'm supposed
to be collateral, is that it?
Well, good luck, bud,
'cause 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 already checked
With command
center in Washington.
They told me to call you.
Yes. Stephen jastrow.
I don't know, you spell it.
Will you bureaucratic
numskulls just patch me through?
This is an emergency!
Hurry. Hurry.
Yes, mister jastrow.
Finally.
I'm calling for Francine Dalton.
Uh, she has this computer disc
she wanted me to forward to you.
Me?
- Well, my name is...
Sparky!
Francine!
Who are you calling?
Nobody.
Daggone it, Francine,
You scared the
daylights out of me!
Sparky, it's bandel...
He's got Jack junior.
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
out here now.
Besides, I can see you coming.
7:00 A.M., alone, Francine.
No problem.
It'll all be over soon, huh?
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.
But if you don't let me
go in there and help her,
we can kiss them both good-bye.
Look, I ain't taking no more
of your tap-dancing, slick!
All right.
Okay.
Will you just do
me one little favor
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've 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
Till I can get them
all out of there.
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.
Lock 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 'em all.
Check out the shell companies.
You shouldn't
have given it to him.
You're my son.
- Since when?
Here we are.
I know I deserve 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,
phony companies, the lot.
Yeah, the companies
might be phony,
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 'em.
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 could do is come up
with something
original, right, mom?
Arthur never did have
much imagination.
Oh. Just shut up,
Francine. Keep moving.
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!
Come on, 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.
Now I'm warning you,
stay back.
Stay back!
That's it.
On your feet.
Thank you.
Well... payday.
Uh, 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 and 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 want to look
ahead instead of behind.
I, uh, haven't got much
experience as a mother.
I hope you're going
to be patient with me.
Are you kidding?
I've never really been
anybody's son before, either.
We'll fake it.
Deal.