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MacGYVER: I have this recurring nightmare.

I'm on a game show, and the $100,000 question is,

"What's the opposite of Swissair?"

And before I can think, I answer,

"Dalton Airways."

Jack Dalton's dream... My nightmare...

And at the moment, we were both living it.

He'd picked up this lame duck

at a drug enforcement auction in Mexico,

at a bargain basement price, of course.

Even drug-dealing desperadoes draw the line

on what they'll fly.

( engine sputtering) But not Jack... oh, no.

Come on, baby.

Come on, be good to Papa.

She's getting a little temperamental, isn't she?

( engine faltering)

Come on, baby, be nice to Papa.

( engine winding down)

Jack, we've lost one engine!

Yeah, well, we still got one engine.

I'll get her cranked right back up.

( whirring)

DALTON: Old reliable... that's what she is.

Come on, baby.

MacGYVER: It didn't work!

You're absolutely right, but you got

to look at the bright side of these things, Mac.

We're still airborne, we're close to home...

MacGYVER: And we're falling like a rock!

Yeah. It might have something to do

with the flaps being stuck.

( chugging)

Not to worry. We're only ten miles from the airport.

Landing gear coming down.

( whirring)

( loud thunk)

DALTON: Uh-oh.

"Uh-oh"? What, "uh-oh"?

What do you mean, "uh-oh"?

Let me put it to you this way.

I anticipate a slight problem when we get there.

What?!

Well, you see these two little lights?

The good news...

The right landing gear is down.

The bad news is the left landing gear isn't.

You mean we can't land?!

We're just not going to make it, are we?

What are you doing? Where are you going?

Hey, where are you going with that?!

We've only got one parachute!

And whose fault is that?!

Okay, okay.

What about me?

Jack, we all know

the captain goes down with his ship.

I'm just the engineer.

♪ ♪

The hydraulic fluid leaked out.

The airfield's just ahead.

I figure you got about... four minutes

to come up with an ingenious plan.

Preferably one that works.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

( whooshing)

Now they're green!

MacGyver, you're beautiful!

Jack!

MacGyver!

♪ ♪

( sighs)

♪ ♪

( engine humming)

Hey!

MacGyver!

We made it!

We defied gravity!

We defied the gods! Yah!

I don't know why I'm mad at you.

I already knew you were nuts.

The question is, how touched am I

to keep getting hooked up with you?

Hey, you're going to look back on this

someday, Mac, and laugh

when we make a going concern out of Dalton Air.

No. No! I refuse to get wrapped up in your insanity. No!

Hey, look, Mac, wait, wait.

I know it got a little harum-scarum up there,

but you never have to fly with me again if you don't want to.

That's good, Jack.

That's perfect.

I really don't want to fly with you ever!

Fine.

( metallic clatter)

I do, however, have an opening on my ground crew

for a person of your eminent qualifications.

Mac?

No.

( big band music playing)

Excuse me.

MAN: That's right. A large shipment

of U.S. Mint-grade currency paper.

You'll have your money.

Just make sure you deliver.

Milland's decided he won't take

the fake bills for the currency paper.

He wants 20 grand in real money for delivery tomorrow.

That wasn't the deal.

Where are we supposed to lay our hands on that kind of money?

Don't sweat it; we can fence

the phony 100 G's for $20,000.

When we get it,

we'll have real plates, real paper,

and that means real money.

Real sweet.

Cutler... what's this doing here?

I don't know. I put it all

in the dryer with poker chips

to age the bills.

It's empty!

It's gone!

What do you mean, it's gone?

Where's the money?

The plates.

Somebody took the damn plates!

( big band music continues)

( baby crying)

It's all right, baby, Mommy's here.

Carlo! Where's Doreen?

I thought she said she'd stay

till the end of my shift.

I sent her home.

Look, we're blowing out of here.

What do you mean?

I mean we're leaving here.

We're leaving this town for good.

Here. I got all that we need.

Where'd you get that?

Hey, never mind; I just got it, all right?

You stole it from Cutler and Durst, didn't you?

Are you crazy? You can't rip them off!

I did. We're gone.

DURST: He's been nosing around here for two days.

It has to be Carlo.

Where is he? I don't know,

but I bet Katie knows where he is.

We're parked out back.

You get Junior ready to hit the road, huh? Shh.

Going somewhere,

Carlo?

( grunting)

No, you idiot!

Real wise, Einstein.

Get the girl!

♪ ♪

Nothing!

He only had about five grand.

Katie's long gone; she's got to have it...

The rest of the money and the plates.

She's got more than that

if she saw you ice her old man.

Oh, God... ( stammers)

Don't panic.

We know where she lives.

Yeah. Okay.

First we dump the body, and then we find her.

She can't get far lugging that kid.

( sighing)

DALTON: Yo, MacGyver!

( knocking at door)

Hey, buddy!

Opportunity knocks.

I don't want to hear it.

Then read it before I frame it.

That there is Dalton Air's

first bona fide cargo transport contract.

We're in business.

Nope.

You're in business.

Well, look, MacGyver, it's a legit contract.

Legit cargo.

No drugs or alcohol, no toxins,

no chemical cheese,

no endangered species for slaughter.

Nothing you could possibly object to

on moral, ethical or scientific grounds.

All right... I'll bite.

What's the cargo?

Portable potties for Panama.

Jack, I won't fly with you, you know that.

I'm not asking you to.

I just need you to help me get her airborne.

I got to make the pick-up and delivery tomorrow.

Tomorrow?! Are you...?!

Get off my couch.

Look what you're doing to it.

Get out of here; forget about it.

MacGyver, if you don't help me get her airborne,

I'll lose the contract, which means

I won't be able to make rent on the hangar.

Which means I'm going to have to ask you

to let me move in for awhile.

MacGYVER: I've got tools and a welder in storage,

and I know where we can scrounge for parts.

( creaking)

Shouldn't you lock your door?

Somebody might steal this beauty.

I thought I did lock it. Huh.

Shows you what happens when I get all excited.

I only rent this end of the hangar.

Other tenants have keys.

We're going to have to drop the generator

out of this number one engine.

You got a chain hoist?

I got one around here somewhere.

( baby crying)

What was that?

A cat?

That was no cat.

( baby crying)

( crying continues)

It's a baby, Jack.

DALTON: What's it doing here?

MacGYVER: You're asking me?!

It's your airplane.

DALTON: Okay, it's my airplane.

But what's that got to do with me?

MacGYVER: Am I supposed to believe

that whoever abandoned this baby

picked your hangar and your airplane

by pure chance?

DALTON: I'm not asking you to believe anything.

I don't know how it got here, or why.

I do know we got to do something, quick!

( crying)

Well, who are you, little guy?

DALTON: What do you think a kid like this eats?

( baby crying) You know about these things, Mac.

What? Do I look like Dr. Spock?

( baby cries, then burps)

Oh, it's a boy.

Burps like a boy.

Trust me, check under the hood.

( whimpers)

Here.

Check this.

( scoffs) Will you please

make it stop?

He's hungry.

Well, I don't have

the equipment to feed it.

"Dear Jack, this is Jack Jr.

Please..."

No way.

Not mine.

"Please take care of him.

"I wouldn't do this unless I had to.

I'm forever grateful. Katie."

Hey!

Who are you calling?

Social Services.

We need an abandoned baby pick-up.

Jack Jr.

This is yours, isn't it? No.

Look, I may have inspired a namesake,

but I sure as hell didn't sire one.

Oh, yeah, then who's Katie?

Who knows?

I mean, do I have to take responsibility

for every woman I can't remember who can't forget me?

No, I do not.

You're lying, Jack, your eye is twitching.

I don't know any Katie.

Well, I... don't remember her.

Jack? We met at the Officers' Club.

She plied me with mescal.

It lasted about a week.

It was well over a year ago.

I don't even remember if I had a good time.

Don't try to con your old bachelor friend, Jack.

Who's conning who?

Look, this is a problem for Social Services.

Let the police find the mother.

It's not our problem.

Our only problem is a plane

that has to fly by morning.

Now, we can't stand around baby-sitting.

( baby gurgling)

( dialing) Here.

What are you doing?

You've just gone way over the top with this one.

Where are you going?

To find a cop!

Preferably a lady cop.

Mac!

MacGYVER: What?

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

What is it?

Oh, no. What's wrong?

What's the matter?

Oh, no. What?

Oh, no.

Whoa. Double whoa.

( crying)

Well... get a grip.

We got to change him.

Can't we just hose him down?

No.

( crying louder)

What do you want? I don't have any diapers.

Well, check the basket, maybe Katie left some.

Oh, man, I... I don't see anything.

Well, rig something.

Give me a blanket, anything.

I like this kid!

( laughing): He's got his own trust fund!

( laughs)

Ooh.

Mommy's in big trouble, huh?

( panting)

Dawn. Katie, my God,

what are you doing here?

They've been here already.

They're looking for you.

I didn't know what to do.

I can't go home.

I've got no place left to go.

Hold on.

( latch rattling)

Here, take it.

Buy a one-way ticket out of here, anywhere.

Just go.

These are heavy people.

If you stick around, they'll find you.

Now, go, honey.

And good luck.

( baby crying)

MacGYVER ( muffled): Jack.

Jack.

( baby wailing)

Jack, it's your turn.

I'm sorry.

Captain Dalton is currently

in a coma and unavailable.

You've been in a coma

all your life.

( creaking) Even when you are awake,

you don't do anything right.

I send you to the store for a few necessities,

and you come back with chips and beer

instead of talcum powder and diapers.

They were sold out.

In case you haven't heard,

the yuppies are breeding like guppies in these parts.

Besides, you were the one that wanted to play host.

"Your hangar is too drafty," remember?

( baby whining)

He can't be hungry, I just fed him.

That green gunk you call food?

I'd be crying, too.

If he's a Dalton... Which he is not...

He'd want real food.

Steak and eggs...

With only four teeth,

I think he'd prefer milk.

Here. Hmm?

Oh.

There.

( yawns)

( snoring)

MacGYVER: Jack, look out! What?!

What?!

( drink fizzing) Oh!

Uh-oh.

( electricity surging) Ah! Jack.

Strong for his age, huh?

You know, this place is not childproof.

Well, neither is mine.

Hey, the kid's got money, he'll pay for it.

We're not touching that money

until we know where it came from.

We know where it came from.

It came from Katie.

Look, I'm not wild about having a baby dumped on us,

but at least it was darn decent of her

to leave some child support.

What, $95,000 worth?

You said she was a waitress at the Officers' Club.

Call me skeptical,

but I don't think her tips were quite that good,

and they certainly didn't come

in the form

of hundred-dollar bills.

Come on, let's face it.

That money is why she's on the run.

Probably that punk Carlo she ended up with.

( ticking)

Who's Carlo?

Aw, your everyday pretty boy.

Some kind of runner at the club.

She dumped you for him?

Yeah.

You got a broken computer.

I got a broken heart.

But that's history.

Captain Dalton has a mission.

Panama needs portable potties.

Sorry kid, you're not on the flight plan,

so we got to find your mommy.

Well, until we do...

maybe this is the next best thing.

DALTON: What's that sound?

MacGYVER: I put a clock inside the teddy bear.

DALTON: What for?

MacGYVER: It'll help him get to sleep.

The ticking inside, it sounds like a heartbeat.

( chuckling): Mac, it's a baby, not a puppy.

I know, but at least

he won't think he's alone.

It doesn't look like me,

does it?

Him, Jack.

Not it... him.

And as a matter of fact,

with a little mustache,

a forked tongue, a twitching eye,

there's a strong possibility.

Listen, I told you everything I know.

It... he's circumstantial evidence.

Well, you certainly were quick to lay claim

to that money, now, weren't you?

I had no such thoughts.

But come to think of it,

that's probably meant for us.

A finder's fee,

compensation.

For taking care of him.

You know, food, drinks, whatever.

Hey!

He could buy a partnership in Dalton Air,

be a millionaire by the time he's out of diapers.

At least out of college.

Forget it.

You are not

getting this money.

( loud clanking)

Iron supplements?

Printing plates.

This is all counterfeit.

Don't tell me that.

It can't be.

Well, it is.

Except for the paper,

this would fool almost anybody.

Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick.

( baby yells out)

Uh-oh.

You, too, huh?

MacGYVER: I don't get it, Pete.

The plates look real.

Well, that's because they are.

I talked to a friend of mine in D.C.

in the Treasury Department.

It turns out that someone working on the inside

made off with some currency plates

three weeks ago.

They found him on the coast

one week ago, murdered.

Does Katie seem like the type

to get mixed up with guys like this?

No way, but her boyfriend Carlo would.

Well, then we're looking for Katie

and this Carlo.

That's what we had in mind.

Uh-huh.

Uh-oh.

I think it's time to feed one end

and change the other

or something, okay?

Pete, do you mind?

No, no, go ahead.

( clattering)

No, no, wait, wait!

That is an imported leather pad.

Just, just a minute, let me put some papers down.

Just a second. ( paper rustling)

There you go.

( crying)

( tearing)

THORNTON: What's the ripping sound?

MacGyver's duct tape.

Oh, boy.

THORNTON: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

( crying continues)

You guys are pathetic, you know that?

Where did you learn to diaper a baby,

in a fish market?

Now, look out.

Here, let me show you.

Here.

Oh, boy, you don't even know

how to fold a diaper.

Look at that.

( chuckles)

You know you're right, Pete.

This looks like a job for an experienced father.

We're gonna check out the club where she works.

No place for a kid that age.

Come back here. You're not gonna

leave me here alone with him.

( sighs)

( chuckles)

Guess they did, huh?

( slurping)

All right, come here.

Ah. There.

Now...

no way to attach the thing.

Those guys don't know what they're doing.

Come here.

Ah.

Yeah, there we are.

How are you?

You know "Three Little Pigs"?

Huh? Huh?

Uh...

( clears throat)

( device clicks) Helen?

Yes, sir?

We have a baby in distress in here.

Would you send out for some diapers, please?

And some safety pins?

Mr. Thornton, when was the last time

you changed a diaper?

It doesn't make any difference.

Just get the diapers and the safety pins.

And some baby powder.

( intercom clicks)

Don't want to get a red bottom, do we?

( baby coos)

No.

DAWN: Look, I'm not

Katie's mother.

She comes and goes as she pleases.

We just want to know where she is.

She left her baby with me, Dawn.

You? You're kidding me.

I wish I was.

Come on, help me back

to bachelorhood, would you?

So maybe she needed a break from the kid is all.

Oh, come on, Dawn.

We both know better than that.

And we're the ones who need the break.

MacGYVER: Besides, a baby his age needs his mother.

DURST: Hey.

CUTLER: Hmm?

Isn't that the guy

that used to go out with Katie?

Hmm. So it is.

What Katie does is her business.

Look, I've got work to do here, all right?

Come on, Dawn, we all know she's in trouble.

We just want to help.

At least tell us where she's living.

If you hear from her, she can find me

at the old Lundel Industries hangar.

Katie knows the place.

Sure.

DALTON: Oh, look, we've got a bogie on our tail.

Lose him! Lose him!

( tongue vibrating like engine)

Eow! Let's put the old alley-oop on him.

Alley...

oop!

Oh!

All right. We're closing!

We're closing!

All right, lock on.

( making shooting sounds)

DALTON: You did it, direct hit...!

Well, the police found Carlo's body

in the trunk of his car.

Down near the waterfront.

He'd been shot in the back.

And we found Katie's apartment all torn up.

The landlady didn't know anything,

or didn't want to know anything.

Same with Katie's waitress friend.

Well, you two can relax a little bit.

We're gonna find her.

We've got both the FBI and Treasury in on it now.

And the police have an APB out on her, as well.

Good.

Hey, this thing's looking pretty good.

You building this for the kid, or, uh, yourself?

A little of both.

Tell the Red Baron I said good-bye, huh?

Will do.

( car engine starting)

( making machine gun sounds)

Ping! Holy cow!

( making machine gun sounds)

Hey, he's history!

That's five!

Hey... how goes the war?

Hey, we're aces.

What a pilot!

( Dalton laughs)

What a wingman.

Hey, you know, Mac,

I think this little fellow could be my kid.

Well, I mean, he loves to fly,

he's got a great belch.

And I can tell by the gleam in his eye,

he's gonna be dynamite with the ladies.

Circumstantial evidence, Jack.

Reasonable doubt, Mac.

And as long as there is,

well, I figure I may as well take responsibility

rather than turn him over to strangers.

All right.

Right is right. ( cooing)

And if I'm gonna play papa, I'm gonna need child support.

And since this little kid's trust fund turned out

to be bogus, I'm gonna have to work for a living.

No way!

Yeah, afraid so.

So, will you please help me get this crate airborne?

Let's do it.

( brakes squeaking)

Well, we got number one running again.

Now let's see can we get the hydraulics to hydraulic.

DURST: Can we have a moment with you

gentlemen?

You have our undivided attention.

You've been looking for someone.

The same someone we've been looking for.

Yeah? Who would that be?

You want to play games?

We don't know where Katie is.

Does that answer your question?

Figured you didn't.

Well, have a nice day.

We came for the baby.

Oh, wait a minute.

( cocks gun) It's this simple.

We take the baby, Katie

comes to us.

Over my dead body.

DURST: Suit yourself. You got ten seconds.

( engine starting)

( grunting)

Start it up, Jack!

( bullets ricocheting)

Come on, baby!

( engine whirring)

Come on, come on!

( engine starts)

Yeah, way to go!

Jack, get on the radio! Call

the police!

CUTLER: They're calling the cops!

Let's get the hell out of here!

Huh?

( laughing)

DALTON: Hey, Mac,

you know that radio's shot.

MacGYVER: Yeah.

I know that.

( laughs)

Nice flying, partner.

I couldn't have done it without my copilot.

Tell you one thing... We should have done

the right thing in the first place

and taken this child to Social Services.

Forget it.

First we find Katie.

Besides, if Junior's mine...

Which he well might be...

I imagine I'd have some say-so

in the matter, don't you think?

Uh, Pete, did the Feds have any luck finding Katie?

No, not yet, but, uh,

the attack on the hangar does tell us

that at least the hoods don't have her, either.

Well, those two no-necks are right about one thing.

Katie is not far from this baby.

Oh, come on. Now, let's figure this out.

You're Katie, you're on the run.

You're afraid for your baby, so you drop him off

with someone you can... trust.

Now what do you do?

Well, you probably try to hop a bus and split.

But you can't, because you're a mother.

And take a look at healthy little Junior here,

she's a good mother.

Well, she couldn't go back to her apartment,

so that means that all she had was whatever

she had in her pocket, unless she could hock something.

( baby crying)

Maybe you hole up in a hotel or a motel

until the money runs out,

which gives you a lot of time to think.

And time to miss the baby.

You want to see him, but you're afraid to,

so you pick up the phone.

But who do you call?

My telephone's been temporarily disconnected

for the last year or so.

Listen, she's not gonna get in touch with us.

Uh, how do we get in touch with her?

Oh, we'll come up with something.

♪ ♪

MAN: Did you bring the money?

Remember, I want real money.

CUTLER: Let's see what we're

buying first.

Well?

Beautiful.

This is the real stuff, Durst.

Mint-grade currency paper.

We get those plates back, we're in business.

So, where's my money?

What's this?

The conclusion of our deal.

( hammer cocking)

( gunshot, groan)

( sighs)

( whispers): She didn't see the sign.

I know it.

Give her time, Jack.

She's got to be scared to death out there.

Maybe so.

Why hasn't she called?

If she didn't see the sign, that means she's long gone,

and so's my cargo contract.

That is not

what's important here.

Maybe not to you, but to me.

It's the rebirth of Dalton Air,

my airlines, MacGyver. Shh!

( baby crying)

Now look what you've done.

DALTON: Why are you always blaming me?

I'm not the one who woke him up.

You started it.

Shh. Do you mind?

We've got a crying baby here.

MacGyver,

if you want to play papa, you can't panic, huh?

( sobbing)

( playing "Rockabye Baby" on his throat)

( crying)

( squeaks)

( cooing)

( laughs)

Piece of cake, huh, guy?

( gurgles)

You're really getting into this, aren't you?

Well... for a guy

who's always considered himself terminally allergic

to the concept of commitment...

yeah, it's not bad.

Yeah.

( baby gurgles)

How about you?

Oh, come on, you know me, Jack.

It's been in the back of my head,

but I've always kind of just backed away from it.

( breathing loudly)

( sighs)

You think that's what it takes to be happy?

( sighs)

It's a beautiful thought.

Will you marry me?

( phone rings)

She knows your voice.

Hello?

Jack?

KATIE: Jack!

Oh.

Oh, my baby!

Yes.

Oh, how are you? Oh.

( baby cries)

Jack, they killed Carlo.

Right in front of me.

They killed him.

Let's go.

THORNTON: Yeah.

All right, thanks. See you.

Well, another piece of the puzzle.

The body of a warehouse worker

was found this morning off Highway 26.

Ballistics matched up

with the, uh, gun that killed Carlo.

Any connection other than the bullets?

Yeah, last night's victim worked for a paper manufacturer who has

a contract to supply bank note stock to the government.

Well, the paper's no good to 'em without the plates.

Which means they'll be coming after them.

Can't you just arrest them?

As a matter of fact, there are federal agents

on the way to that club right now.

You and I are gonna meet them there. Do you want my help?

Jack, why don't you just, uh,

stay and take care of the baby.

We'll try to get along without you.

( sighs)

He looks good.

I knew he was gonna be in good hands.

Katie, there are some things we should talk about.

Jack, do you think I could freshen up?

I've been up for two days.

Oh, sure, shower's upstairs on the left.

Thanks.

( brakes screeching)

Here you go.

Got it.

Okay, guys, just as we discussed.

Ed, you're with me.

( grunts) That's the last bundle.

How much you think we can print with all this?

Zip until we get those plates back.

Oh, I figure we should pay Dawn another call.

I think maybe she's holding out on us.

I think maybe you're right.

AGENT: Treasury Department! Open the door!

We have a warrant to search these premises. Come on. Let's go.

AGENT: Let's go.

Wilson, take the back. Denny, upstairs.

AGENT: Move it, move it!

( mechanical humming)

AGENT ( from afar): Rear exit.

Now what?

Just sit tight and keep your mouth shut.

Wait them out.

"And though the hill was high and steep...

( coos)

"the little engine said, 'I think I can, I think I can,

'I think I can, I...'

"Black smoke and obnoxious fumes

"were spilling out,

"but the little engine just held her nose,

and said, 'Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch,

( nasal): 'I think I can,

I think I can, I think I can.'"

And finally, with one final

"ch-ch-ch-ch-ch

ch-ch... ch..."

she made it to the top!

And what do you think she said? Huh?

She said, "Whoo-whoo!

I knew I could, I knew I could."

( cooing) Yeah!

DALTON ( laughing): Yeah!

The end. Huh?

Umm. Jack...

Yeah?

Thank you.

Thank you for being such a good...

Father?

I'm the father, aren't I?

There's no question

we knew how to have a good time.

And there was that time on the strand...

you, me, the moon,

and the mescal.

( chuckles) Lot of mescal.

Jack...

Not that I was too messed up to remember.

I just want to be sure, that's all.

He's not your child, Jack.

He's Carlo's.

Oh.

But... I did name him after you,

because I knew that he would have your kindness,

your laugh...

your love.

Well, right now he needs changing.

I think it's... Mommy's turn.

Jack, I'm sorry if I made you think that...

No apology necessary.

Hey, this is Jack Dalton,

the mad rover, remember?

I can't have any little ankle biter tying me down.

Shoot, I can't even keep a goldfish.

( indistinct voices)

Mm.

I want this place sealed.

Do something about that door down there.

AGENT: Yes sir,

I'll get right on it.

So what have we got?

Nothing. We've turned this place inside out.

( over speaker): No sign of the counterfeiters

or any printing apparatus.

We're, uh, regrouping

to move in on their apartments.

Well, keep us posted, will you?

You got it.

Well...

this is quite a place, isn't it?

Jack sure knows how to pick 'em, doesn't he?

Well, listen, not much more to do here.

Let's get going.

Yeah, let me give Jack a call,

let him know these guys are still

on the loose.

( dialing)

What's the matter? What is it?

( indistinct voices)

Something's weird here.

THORNTON: What?

MacGYVER: I'm not sure.

You notice anything funny about that mirrored wall?

THORNTON: Looks like an ordinary mirrored wall to me.

What are you thinking about?

MacGYVER ( over speaker): The way the ground floor

is laid out,

this room is about half the size it should be.

( barrel pumping)

Pete!

( grunting)

( yelling)

( panting)

Rough landing.

You know, Mac,

I'm gonna miss my co-pilot.

Yeah, it's been an experience.

Not altogether unpleasant,

I might add.

Now, I don't know what I would have done

without you guys.

( baby whimpering) Especially you, Jack.

So where to for you and little Jack?

I don't know.

There's other jobs, other towns.

( fussing) Oh, come on, oh.

This is a great town to raise a kid in.

Clean air, botanical gardens,

museums, dentists...

Jack, this little boy

is gonna need a family.

Some family.

Yeah, like uncles.

Lots of uncles. Three.

Three uncles.

Yeah, somebody to take him fishing,

throw him a football... Yeah.

Fly him to Panama. Yeah.

Why don't I take you on a tour of Dalton Air?

I'll show you what I mean. They'll take care of the baby.

Here, I got him. You bet, you bet. I got him, I got him.

I got him. Forget about it.

You sure you don't mind?

No way.

Hey, maybe I'll even

throw in dinner.

Just don't get me started on the mescal. Oh, stop.

Uh, Mac, could I use your Jeep?

My Caddy's in the shop.

Uh, keys are on the wall. Thanks.

Okay, bye.

( kisses)

Okay, it's okay.

It's all right.

( cooing)

( MacGyver mimics cooing)

See you later. Bye-bye.

Thanks.

Just the guys, huh, J.J.?

You know, I never thought of you

as the paternal type.

Pete, this has nothing to do with fatherhood.

I happen to know talent when I see it.

Ah. How about a goal?

Oh, yeah, yeah, here.

How's that?

He's a rookie, open it up. All right.

All right. The puck, the puck...

Here you go. Face off at center ice.

All right. Go get 'em, kid.

Go get 'em. Shoots...

MacGYVER: and he scores! Unbelievable!

He's wide open!

The future of amateur hockey in the United States!

( mimics crowd cheering)