Easy with my bags, now.
I know they're heavy.
Thank you, baby, you done good.
Much obliged.
Well, look who's come to welcome his Mama home.
Hello, Froggie, come on to Mama.
Hi, Froggie baby. My Froggie baby.
There's a Mama's Froggie baby.
How's that baby? How's that baby? How's that...
- Hi, MacGyver. - Hi, Mama.
I see you made it through the week with my dog.
Thanks for taking care of him for me.
Where are the boys?
Well, Frank and Jesse got called on a big jump-bail case,
right in the middle of the family reunion.
And my mother
won't let Billy come home just now.
Do you know he had nerve enough to tell her
he liked her cooking better than mine?
Whoo.
Will you bring those bags in for me? Come on, Frog.
Froggie. Froggie baby.
Froggie baby.
Come on, baby. Come on, baby.
Hey, what are you doing?
Come back here!
Mama?
Hold him!
Help!
Thief!
Get lost.
- I'll go this way. - I'll go the other.
All right, let's hold it up.
Somebody's in big trouble.
Ricky?
I didn't want to steal your baseball cards, Mrs. Colton.
But I had to, or T.J. Mitchell would have beat me up.
You stole my son's baseball cards? Why?
Somebody traded me some bogus cards
that they got from T.J. Mitchell.
I tried to trade them back to T.J. and he caught me.
Counterfeit baseball cards?
Well, what did you do with the box you just took?
I gave them to T.J.
He trades at the Batter's Box card shop.
That's where the Novis Reilly Trading Post is.
Novis Reilly?
Now don't you tell me, Ricky,
that he had something to do with this.
He's a famous baseball player.
Novis,
you make a gambler's bet,
you gotta pay a gambler's debt.
When Marsh says get the Reggie Jackson collection
before it goes in the museum,
you do like you're told.
I won't do like I'm told!
I don't steal from friends.
You tell Marsh I won't cross that line.
You will get the Jackson collection.
And tell your daughter to quit hassling our card dealers,
or she's gonna get a lot worse than this.
MacGyver, you got to get those cards back.
Frank's been savin' 'em since the '50s.
Well, Mrs. Colton, I really think you should call the police.
They know how to...
And just how quickly do you think they're gonna get here
on a call about some baseball cards?
You got to go down to the, where?
Batter's Box card shop. It's three blocks over on Third.
You got to go down there and get my son's cards back.
And I'll be down there shortly.
But, Mrs. Colton...
MacGyver,
you always said just call if I needed help
when the boys weren't here, didn't you?
- Yes, ma'am. - Well.
Yes, ma'am.
And Ricky, you come with me.
We're going upstairs and telephone,
and talk to your mama and papa.
Get out of the way, Frog.
Keep up the good work, T.J.
Yeah, I'll be with you in a second, chief.
I listed your card on the bulletin board.
You get an offer, I'll let you know.
Don't do anything stupid with it, huh?
Scram.
Yeah, what's up, chief?
- Um... - Oh!
Hey, man.
Uh, neighborhood munchkin's got a primo Dwight Gooden.
Rookie year.
Yeah, I'll make him an offer.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm lookin' for a kid, name of T.J. Mitchell.
Everybody's lookin' for somebody, my man.
What do you want with him?
Well, I'm trying to locate a box of baseball cards.
I think T.J. might have it.
Can't help you.
Can't or won't?
I don't know.
Take your pick, my man.
Either way, you get nothing here.
The Mitchell kid made a trade with Eli "The Expert"
in that back room there. They both just left.
I know who you are, sweetheart,
and I want you out of my store, like, now.
This baseball has a very phony Roger Maris signature on it, chief.
And look at the blurred dot patterns on these baseball cards.
Lousy counterfeitin', my man.
You talk to this guy, or I'll have my friend
from the D.A.'s office in here so fast, your hair'll fall out.
Out of here, honey, now!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
You don't have to get so physical, okay?
Out of my store, both of you!
Easy.
There are other ways of handlin' it, okay?
Okay. No problem.
But you guys are exploiting kids through baseball cards,
and I am gonna get to the bottom of it. You hear me?
Hey, big guy, I have a feeling
you and I could wreak some havoc together. I'm Wendy.
MacGyver, and I don't have time to "wreak havoc" right now.
I am talking about hoodlum rip-off artists
who bully people, ruin their lives,
and exploit kids, and you don't have the time?
I mean, just lookin' at you, I figured you're the kind of guy
who'd wanna jump right in and help take down these kind of scuzzballs.
Uh, Wendy...
I've got a police friend who is very good at his job.
I'm gonna throw it over to him.
You got a problem with these people, I suggest you do the same.
Buddy, you tell a cop you got a baseball card problem,
and he's gonna look at you like you lost your cotton-pickin' mind.
I've been there.
What about your friend in the D.A.'s office?
Oh, I was just bluffing that flake.
I mean, cops, D.A., they're busy breakin' their necks with the heavy stuff,
like murder, rape, assault, battery.
Baseball cards don't mean a thing 'cause they just ain't got that ring.
You know what I mean?
MacGyver.
MacGyver, did you get my boy's cards back yet?
No, and if he doesn't work with me, lady, he won't.
I don't believe I've had the pleasure.
- I'm Mama Colton. - Hi.
Uh, this is Wendy.
And we gotta get movin', Mrs. Colton.
I mean, I was just telling handsome here that we gotta roll
while the trail's still hot.
But he doesn't want to work with me,
and I'm the one with all the expertise.
What do you think of that?
Well, I don't know all the particulars,
but I do know two heads are better than one.
Here's the list of all the cards that were taken, MacGyver.
Holy moley, 1951 Willie Mays rookie card!
Reggie Jackson, Mantle, Maris, Clemente, DiMaggio, Paige.
Mrs. Colton, we're talkin' over $50,000 worth of cards here.
We have to get these back.
$50,000?
MacGyver, I think you ought to consider
working with this young lady, don't you?
Mama, I hardly even know this young lady.
Well, you're both traveling on the same path,
and she seems to know the road.
MacGyver?
I don't have my boys here to help me.
Yes, ma'am.
Come on, Froggie, let's go.
All right. Where do we start?
With a chalk talk. My place.
Actually, I was wondering why you're so involved in this.
Because my dad is a victim.
Oh, don't worry, I'll tell you all about it.
Is this your car? '57 Nomad, wow!
That was same year Hank Aaron was the National League MVP.
Real nice.
Hello?
Yeah, this is, uh, Tim, down at the Batter's Box.
Reilly's daughter was just here,
threatening D.A. action.
Really?
Well, we'll get her straightened out.
These cards are mint condition originals.
I can make copies that will sell to any card shop
in any card show anywhere in the country.
That's very good, Eli.
Get on it.
The stakes in sports memorabilia
have gotten real high, MacGyver.
Even a pair of kid's underwear
signed by Babe Ruth got thousands bid on 'em.
I mean, players change caps and jerseys several times
in record-breaking games, so they can sell off more collectibles.
And cons, creeps, and organized crime are taking advantage,
because there's no real protection for the consumer,
which are mostly kids.
That makes me so mad, I could scream.
So, you're a baseball fan.
I'm not a fan, I'm a product.
Product?
I love baseball, and hate anything that hurts it.
Oh...
Like this lizard.
Bill Marsh.
Used to deal in gambling and extortion.
Now he's in sports collectibles.
Marsh buys, steals, trades, sells, forges,
counterfeits, you name it. That's the guy I'm after.
And that's the guy you and I are gonna stop.
Dad.
Dad?
Your father's Novis Reilly?
Who are you?
Uh, my name's MacGyver, sir.
He's gonna help me find Marsh's big house and bring him down.
Wendy, you can't be draggin' strangers into our personal business.
I don't want to hear another word about Marsh.
He'll hurt you, honey, I know he will.
I came over here to tell you to stay out of this.
No. I'm out when you're out, and not one minute before.
You know anything about me, MacGyver?
Oh, yeah.
You ever see me play baseball?
Sure.
Uh, when I was going to college,
I used to usher out at Mets Stadium once in a while.
That doesn't mean you really watched me play.
Uh...
You used to have this nervous thing you'd do
whenever you thought you could steal second base.
You'd kind of rub the back of your nose, like this,
sort of backhanded, like. It was a dead giveaway.
You're sayin' you read me like a book?
Lucky nobody else did, huh?
Yeah.
You're all right.
She's brought some real bozos around here,
you know what I mean?
Sorry, MacGyver, subtlety is not a Reilly family trait.
I guess my daughter's definitely proof of that.
Honey, I'm gonna tell you one more time.
You're in over your head with Marsh.
Now, stay out of my affairs before you get hurt.
Please.
No. I'm not gonna back off.
I am gonna go after Marsh with all I've got.
100%, Dad.
Some mess, huh?
No kiddin'. How'd you get tied into a guy like this?
Dad spent like his baseball career would never end.
And when it did, he started gambling to keep up.
Oh, man.
Yeah. And now Bill Marsh has gambling markers
with his signature all over 'em.
Threatened to turn the markers in to the Baseball Commissioner
if he didn't use his name to front for their sleazy card shows and stuff.
I mean, they got him in a squeeze play.
Yeah, no kiddin'.
You know, the gambling could get him banned
from anything to do with baseball.
Well, that's what I'm trying to get him to face up to.
You think bringing down this Marsh would do that for you?
It's the only way I know.
Street sources say that Marsh has a big house
where he forges and counterfeits.
That's probably where Mrs. Colton's cards will end up.
The question is, how do we find it?
Is there a big demand for this kind of stuff?
Oh, plenty.
But I'd go bonkers if I lost one.
I mean, to me they're priceless.
Except this.
Bogus Walter Johnson, I bought at an auction.
Only an ink expert could tell it isn't the real thing. I'm still mad.
Well, I'm gonna try to put a homing device in here.
Sure. We'll use their computer bulletin board for a trade,
and if they take it to the big house for duplication, we follow.
Brilliant! I mean, the minute I saw you,
I knew you were the man for the job.
You better tell me Novis Reilly's in line,
because I just got a call about his brat daughter
hassling one of our people.
He's not in line, Marsh.
We worked him over pretty good,
but he kept saying he's not crossing that line.
Well, then you didn't beat him bad enough.
I got a guy willing to throw down $1 million cash
for the Jackson collection, no questions asked.
Reilly has to get it.
The guy won't move. What did you want me to do?
Look, I paid $50,000
for Novis Reilly's gambling markers
and I intend to get a proper return on my investment.
Now, if beating him and threatening him
with exposure as a gambler doesn't cut it,
well, then he's down to one choice.
Get the Jackson collection,
or die.
Now, here's the deal I made with your mom and dad.
For every single card that you stole,
you gonna read some kind of book.
Say it.
For every card I stole,
I have to read some kind of book.
And before you know it, you're going to love reading.
Yes, ma'am.
Now, I'm gonna hold you to this.
And your mama's gonna keep a list.
- Agreed? - Yes, ma'am.
Here are some books that my son Billy loved.
You take 'em home and read 'em.
Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry, Mrs. Colton.
Apology accepted.
And you hold your head up,
and take these books home
and read.
Hey, Ricky. How's it goin'?
I've never met anybody like her.
This place a restaurant?
Used to be, until my boys got into the bounty hunting business.
This restaurant's my fallback.
So, did you get my boy's cards back?
Oh, not yet, but MacGyver's got it wired.
You see?
He put a homing device in this Walter Johnson baseball,
and we are gonna make them an offer they can't refuse.
This $10,000 baseball for $9,000 worth of your cards.
So we will get them back?
Yeah, except they'll probably be counterfeit copies.
We need Alex to make an offer.
Right this way.
Who's Alex?
Alexandre Dumas.
My computer's named after
the black French writer who wrote Three Musketeers.
Oh.
Now, Alex, don't you make me look bad.
Who's our seller?
You Dexter?
That's my name. You Mr. Eli?
That's right.
- Can I come in? - Sure.
Great.
That's a nice elevator you've got.
Oh, nice place you've...
Who's he?
- He's huge. - Yeah, well, forget him.
Now, I believe these are the items
you are looking for.
1950s.
Rookies.
Wow.
These are excellent.
You have somethin' for me to look at?
Huh? Oh, oh, yeah.
Be careful.
Undeniably...
Walter Johnson.
One of the cleanest I have seen.
Boy, I really think I'm skinnin' a fat pig here.
I'll be happy to make the trade
for my client.
So, you ready to do business, slick?
I guess I'll just make the deal and go.
Good.
Here we go.
When the chips were down in a crucial game,
there was nobody better at rising to the occasion
than the man we came to cheer as Mr. October.
Ladies and gentlemen, as the chairman of acquisitions
for the American Museum of Baseball,
it's my pleasure to welcome my friend,
Mr. Reggie Jackson.
Thanks, Novis.
Thank you, Novis.
I think we all know that we're part of something special,
the national pastime.
But you're so busy playing the game,
it isn't until we look back later
that you understand or have a sense of how special it really is.
The American Museum of Baseball
will continue to preserve the spirit
of baseball,
which we all know affects our youth...
tomorrow's decision-makers.
I'd like everybody to know that I look forward
to Saturday's dedication ceremonies.
What equipment are you dedicating?
I think it's pretty easy to say that the highlight of my career
was 1977 World Series, the final game.
Hit three home runs.
We're gonna dedicate the bat,
the three baseballs,
the uniform that I wore, and the glove that I wore
during the entire World Series.
Hello?
Novis.
You're playing the big shot like nobody can touch you.
Now how am I gonna get it through your head
that you owe me, and I want to be paid.
Let me put it to you plainly, Novis.
I want the Jackson collection in two days,
or you don't have to worry about working in baseball
or making the Hall of Fame, because you'll be dead!
Mrs. Colton,
I need the resident registered at this address.
Uh-huh.
MacGyver, you're just like my boys.
Get Mama to do the networking.
I'll get right back to you.
All right, listen. I'm gonna check this place out.
You wait for Mrs. Colton to call back.
This time. But next time I go in and you answer the phone.
We'll talk about it.
Whoa!
I just don't understand it.
Look, why don't we steal the Jackson collection ourselves?
Love to, but nobody knows where it is,
except Novis Reilly.
And Jackson hasn't checked into a hotel anywhere.
So what do you do?
Let the client spend his $1 million somewhere else?
No, I don't let the client spend his $1 million somewhere else.
We put our heads together
and we come up with a way to motivate Novis Reilly.
Muscle didn't work,
and apparently he doesn't care about his reputation anymore.
Willard, do you always have to tell me
what I already know?
Hello?
The house that MacGyver is asking about
belongs to a Bill Marsh.
You're welcome.
Is MacGy...
Wendy?
Wendy, where are you, girl?
MacGyver?
Easy, easy.
Nice doggy.
Uh, I had a doggy kind of like you once.
Okay...
my doggy wasn't as pretty.
Huh?
Good doggy.
You know, I've got the book on Reilly.
There's gotta be a way.
You got a woman gardener?
That's Reilly's daughter.
Think she heard us talkin'?
Doesn't matter. We've got her.
Good dog, good doggie.
Well, well.
It looks like we just got ourselves the Reggie Jackson collection.
Novis, it's MacGyver.
How'd you get this number?
That's not important right now.
Marsh just kidnapped Wendy.
Oh! No, no, no. I'll break him in half.
Listen, Novis,
I overheard him talkin' about pressuring you into stealin'
the Reggie Jackson collection. What about that?
I don't know anything about that.
I'm gonna have to look into it, okay?
No, I think before we do anything, we should call the police.
No. No cops. Not yet.
Look, Marsh and his people are dangerous.
We should talk. But--But not on the phone.
All right, I'll be right over. What's your address?
Not here. They might be watchin' my place.
Where can we meet?
Um, all right, meet me at 415 Maple.
All right.
That's 10 minutes from here. I'm on my way.
Yeah?
I've got your daughter, Reilly.
Remember when I told you you had two days
to get the Reggie Jackson collection?
Well, now you've got two hours.
Don't listen to him, Daddy, they'll kill us anyway!
You better be listening, Reilly. Are you listening?
Good. Now I'm gonna give you a phone number.
7:00 this evening you call that number,
and you better have my collection when you dial.
Got a pencil, superstar?
You ain't got no children yet, MacGyver.
People don't think straight when you touch their children.
That man is out there, he's scared,
and he's angry, and he is going to do
exactly what they tell him to do,
which does not include meeting you here at my house.
Yeah, you're right.
Marsh wants Novis to steal the Jackson collection.
That's gotta be where he is.
Then that's where you gotta go,
that's the only way you're gonna find her.
Mama, I don't know where the collection is.
Oh.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
I seem to remember my niece Myra's husband's brother's wife
boasts that she's been best friends
with an old friend of Reggie Jackson.
And Reggie never comes to town unless he visits him.
Let me call Myra.
Jackson swings and it's a long fly ball to centerfield.
Back goes Rick Monday. Oh, way back!
It's gone!
Reggie Jackson has hit his third home run of the game.
Novis!
Reggie?
We know what you got in the bag.
Reggie, I'm sorry.
They got my daughter.
If I don't call 'em in an hour, she's dead.
They can take my life.
They can take everything.
But not Wendy.
She's my heart.
I know what you want to do,
but believe me, this is not the way.
Novis, you can use anything of mine that you need,
but I think you should listen to MacGyver.
All right.
What's your game plan?
Well, to start, we call the police.
No.
No cops.
If Marsh even thinks he sees a cop, she's dead, I know that.
Marsh can't let you and Wendy out of there alive, Novis.
You know too much.
Makes sense to me.
All right.
Call your cops.
Novis, I think you're doing the right thing.
Thanks, Reggie.
MacGyver, I wanna say it's been nice meeting you.
And on top of that,
if you ever want to sell that '57 Nomad you got,
just give me a call.
Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.
It's been an honor, Mr. Jackson.
Thanks.
Novis?
You and Wendy will be in my prayers.
- Thanks, man. - Be careful.
Go ahead.
Make your call.
I'll put this stuff away.
Novis, don't do it!
Yeah, what can I do for you, chief?
Oh, I want to buy cards. Lotta cards.
What kind of cards you want to buy?
Baseball cards, maybe? What do you think?
I got a list here.
Great big, long list.
I love lists.
And number one,
Babe Ruth.
We don't have any Babe Ruth, chief.
Bad start, huh?
Don't I know you from somewhere?
Yeah, probably.
My dad's real rich and real famous.
It's kind of hard to avoid all the paparazzi.
He's also got me on this $30,000 a month allowance.
That kind of draws a lot of attention, too,
you know what I mean?
Okay, I'm ready.
Ready for what?
If you can secure for me every card I want
within 60 seconds after I read it from my wish list,
I'll give you a $1,000 bonus.
That's impossible, pal.
Not with computers it's not.
Now, do you want the money
or not?
Shoot.
Okay.
Stan Musial, 1948.
Snider, Paige,
Berra, Robinson, Lemon, 1949,
Campanella, Stengel, Williams, '50,
Ford, Mantle, Mays, Reese, Rizzuto, '51,
Spahn, Garagiola, Hodges, Slaughter,
Doby, Crosetti, '52, Minoso, Rosen, Fox, Kluszewski, '53...
Stop!
What, you don't want the money, what?
Listen, chief, I can't type that fast.
But let me place this order over the phone, right quick, okay?
Okay, wait.
37 seconds, ready, go.
Better hustle.
Yeah, what? This is Willard.
Yeah, uh, I got this guy here who's got a wish list so long
I can't get it on the board fast enough.
Uh, so I'm calling it in. Is that okay?
No, no, it's not okay. Eli went home. Call back tomorrow.
Uh, listen, pal, can you come back tomorrow?
I'll get your list.
Sure, I'll come back tomorrow.
But no bonus.
Weak.
...seconds, ready, go.
...seconds, ready go.
Mama Colton, I've got a phone number.
Can you get an address for me
from one of your friends at the phone company?
Hmm.
Yeah, that would be Lucinda at this time.
5-5-5
8-1-7-2.
Wendy, are you okay?
I hope you told the cops where to find these guys.
I wanted the whole collection, Reilly.
What is this?
It's the bat,
and one of the balls from Reggie's home runs in the '77 series.
It's a sin you're even near 'em.
You'll get the rest of the collection when she's out of this place.
Look at this.
He comes in here and he tells me how it's gonna be.
No respect.
That's my deal. Take it or leave it.
Oh, so you want to play games with me, Reilly.
Turn it on.
Do it!
No! Let me go.
Don't move, Reilly.
Let me go!
- Don't hurt her. - Now, that's better.
Now, that sounds like you have a little respect.
Where is the collection?
We're not gonna keep askin' you, pal.
You want your daughter to keep her fingers or not?
All right.
I'll tell you where the rest of the stuff is, but you have to let her go.
Now he's gettin' smart.
All right, where is it?
Come on.
Quit stallin'!
I said, where is it?
The rest of the stuff's in my car.
He's gonna kill us anyway, Dad.
Not unless Dad is lying and the collection isn't there.
Oh, right, you're a real man of your word.
All right, go with him and get it.
- Am I glad to see you. - Oh, really?
I'm sorry. I panicked.
All right, listen. I'll try and get 'em away from Wendy.
You be ready to grab her and move out of here, okay?
Yeah.
Go and see what that's all about.
Come on, move.
Nail him, Dad! Whack him!
You okay?
Yeah. Marsh went up the stairs. Get him.
- Where's Reggie's ball? - Marsh has it.
I've got to get it.
Novis! Pull one to the scoreboard!
Nice pitch.
Nice hit.
Thanks to MacGyver and Wendy,
I don't have to call my boys and tell them
I lost their collection.
Novis, are you positive that my boys' baseball cards
are gonna be safe in your museum?
Oh, they're gonna be safe.
And they're gonna be enjoyed by thousands of people
until you decide you want 'em back.
Mrs. Colton,
I read the first book, Mrs. Colton. It was real good.
Ricky, I want you to meet Novis Reilly.
- The real Novis Reilly? - Yeah, son.
The real Novis Reilly.
I used to work for the Reilly Fan Club
before you stopped it.
Do you think I could get your autograph? I've got $30 saved.
How much does he want, MacGyver?
I don't think he wants anything, Ricky.
Except for you to share his love for the game.
Give me your ball, son.
MacGyver's absolutely right.
Your appreciation of the game's payment enough for me.
It took me a lifetime to learn, but...
There are some things it's just not right to put a price on.