Tim embarks on a search that leads him to scenic Charleston, S.C. (beautifully, if fleetingly, photographed by Herbert Davis), and into the scheming arms of party girl Meredith (Spelling), who picks him up at the airport. They’re such total opposites that her determination to stick to him
creates instant suspicion (at least in viewers, if not in her target).
Sure enough, she’s keeping an eye on him for the evil Mariano (Richard Belzer), a Colombian who’s also on the trail of Tim’s father. Mariano believes the elder Faulkner bilked him in the money-laundering scheme that Tim has by this time uncovered, and wants Tim to lead him to his father so he can exact revenge.
Numerous red herrings turn up, but nothing deters the dogged Tim from his pursuit. Meanwhile, he and Meredith have the standard romantic diversion; their sexual attraction is the only believable part of their relationship.
Michael Ahnemann’s script inexplicably throws in numerous references to class differences, harping on the gulf between Ivy Leaguer Tim and waitress Meredith as well as the bitter resentment Mariano harbors toward Tim’s father and “his button-down shirts.”
Much of the dialogue is ridiculous, as when Tim says to the FBI man, “Half my family was murdered and all you’re trying to do is put away the other half!”
And yet, somehow the tale manages to maintain viewer interest, thanks to a sympathetic portrayal by Muldoon and constant plot twists. First-class tech contributions also lend an assist, especially camerawork and nice jazzy score by John Frizzell.