DISPATCHER : All Hollywood Freeway Units.
7 Mary 3 and 4 now in pursuit.
Southbound at Vermont.
Vehicle is a black '76 Carrera. One occupant.
L.A. 15, 7 Mary 3 and 4 still in pursuit.
Approaching four level.
Stay in there, baby. Don't quit me now.
That guy was possessed.
What happened?
I don't know. One minute, I was this close
to knocking that yo-yo out of his socks then, poof.
He vanishes.
L.A. 15, 7 Mary 3 and 4, suspect has disappeared.
The pursuit is Code 4. Notify L.A.P.D.
DISPATCHER : 10-4. Attention all units, 7 Mary 3 and 4...
Hey, Ponch.
Forget it.
That really kills my day, you know?
There's no justice in life, Jon. Only luck.
If that's the case, you gotta be the luckiest guy in the world
because that stunt you pulled back at the four level
you almost closed the book.
Stunt?
It was beautiful. Come on, admit it.
That fast decel, that real tight 360
lock to lock.
Complete and total control.
Hey, Jon. You know that stunt, as you put it?
It was sheer poetry in motion, old buddy.
You're crazy. You know that?
I mean, you really are.
You're crazier than that guy we're chasing.
Oh, yeah, that guy.
Well, If I ever scope that turkey again
I'm gonna pull him out through his windwing
seat belt attached.
Hey, Jon.
BAKER: Yeah, nice.
I bet he's got a Porsche in it.
MAN: Here it is again from Division Auto Theft.
They're working with all area agencies
to stop that sophisticated auto-theft ring
that's been operating for about a week now.
This gang is very selective.
They go in for specialty items
such as, uh, Porsches, Jensens, XKEs
anything that smells money.
OFFICER: What's a Jensen, sergeant?
GETRAER: Aw, je--
GETRAER: Down.
Alright. Take it easy.
Here's that updated...
GETRAER: Alright. Just quiet--
Come on, give a guy a break, huh?
Okay, um, this is an update on that sports-car ring
I was talking about.
And these guys are something else.
Happened again this morning.
This time they hit, uh, Century City.
Apparently, they got a couple of clever wrinkles.
One of them stakes out a garage
spots a car, and dummies up a parking ticket
which he hands off to his partner
who turns it in 20 minutes later.
That's very neat.
They also, uh, use some of the standard tricks.
One of them took a, uh, Jensen from an outdoor parking lot.
The owner says the car was locked.
So either they have master keys
or they can make 'em.
The 64,000-dollar question is, uh
how they're pulling off this caper
and gettin' that many cars by us.
Every time this gang strikes
they, uh, hit one area and take six cars.
It's always six.
And somehow they just manage to disappear.
Now, that's all except this morning.
They pressed their luck
and bought a high-speed pursuit.
That APB you guys responded to, the Carrera?
Well, that was the sixth car.
But I guess he got away from you, huh, Frank?
Can, uh, either of you guys add anything
to the driver's sketch?
No, nothing.
Alright.
From now on, any, uh, sports-car stops you make
I want you to check the VIN and the registration.
And be extremely aware of anything unusual
The driver doesn't fit the vehicle
uh, broken side window, punched-out ignition.
Anything like that.
Let's close these guys down, huh?
Alright. It's all yours.
How's it going, sarge?
I'll let you know after I talk to your partner.
Hey, Frank, where you running off to?
I thought I'd try and grab a quick breakfast.
I think I can save you the trouble.
The machine's all outta Ding Dongs.
So, Frank.
How's every little thing?
Anything I should know about, uh, I don't know about?
It's a nice day.
Yeah.
It was also a real nice night
for a certain CHP officer
who was dirt-riding his CHP bike in the Cheviot Hills.
No.
Yes.
I got a call.
Those bikes are not supposed to be used for play.
That's right.
Now, uh, we don't have any idea who that could be
do we?
Stands to reason it wasn't me, sarge.
Frank, you got two more days of probation.
Don't blow it.
DISPATCHER : Harbor units
there's a spilled load southbound at Gage.
All lanes are blocked.
Okay, you guys got it.
Gene, Baricza, tag along, huh?
Sure.
BAKER: Hey, how's the shoulder?
You gonna be able to play tonight?
Hey, that's right. It's the finals.
Don't worry, I'd play even if I had a dislocated shoulder.
I'm gonna grab shots
that'll make Getraer's head spin.
PONCH: Oh, glue.
Alright, come on.
Here's the biggie:
Who's gonna lead the children to the promised land?
And who's going over to chew the fat with Gabby Hayes?
Ugh.
-Howdy.
Yeah.
We got ourselves a real doozy, ain't we?
What happened? I don't know.
One minute I was just riding along
nice and easy like and then whammo.
There's this gal in a El Camino cut right in front of me.
Well, I, uh-- I throwed on the brakes
and the next thing I know
I am doing a square dance across the freeway.
Any way to get this stuff off?
Uh, well, you got me there.
I mean, I just haul it, you know?
Okay, hold it up right there.
Los Angeles 15-7, Mary 4.
We're 10-97 at the tie-up at Gage.
I need Einhorn's diesel rig and one of L.A.'s biggest tankers.
Come on, keep it going.
Pull it right on through. That's it.
BAKER: That's it. Keep it moving.
Okay, pull 'em up. Keep going.
That's it. Move it on through.
Hey. Pull it over.
What's wrong, officer?
Okay, okay. Easy, easy.
I'll be with you in a minute. Just park it on the shoulder.
Give me a hand there, Fritz, will ya?
Hey, where you guys been?
How you guys doing?
How you doing?
Boy, this glue's some mess, isn't it?
EDDIE: Yeah.
Well, I don't envy you guys.
What's the problem, officer?
We couldn't have been speeding.
Oh, no. The reason I stopped you
is because, uh, you're leaking oil.
It's kinda dangerous to the motorists plus, uh,
the kid on the bike.
DISPATCHER : L.A. 341, Adam 795 King, Edward, Charles.
795 King, Edward, Charles.
Aw, gee.
Can I see your driver's license, please?
Thank you.
Evel Knievel been on a bike long?
Hey, it was an accident, right? It could happen to anybody.
No.
Only to him.
Hey, Your tires are a little low.
Are you carrying a full load?
No, we're empty.
Well, you better get 'em checked along with that leak, the oil.
Yeah, we'll do it.
BAKER: You from Northern California?
That's right. Isn't that beautiful?
Right.
Yeah, yeah.
My hobby's accents. San Francisco?
That's right.
You're gonna become a legend, Ponch.
Last time I was up there I stopped to see that cousin
and she'd put on some weight like you couldn't believe.
What are you doing?
Writing a mechanical cite.
Oh, I see. I'm out there running around
talking to Tex, calling for the rigs
and playing court jester for the fans out there
while you're going through the family album. Gimme that.
There you go.
Move out.
You okay?
If you only knew how tired I am of hearing that question.
Yeah, well, maybe you wouldn't have to hear it so much
if, uh, you knew when to back off.
Hey, Ponch, my brother has an expression
"Keep the tack in the black, baby."
As usual, I shout my mouth off.
I was outta line. Okay?
Okay.
Ah, great.
Getraer's really gonna bring the hammer down.
Nice.
Now I know why people are scared of cops.
In lieu of flowers
just ask the boys to make a generous contribution
to the Widows and Orphans' Fund, okay?
BAKER: He's just gonna chew you out. He's not gonna kill ya.
PONCH: Oh, yeah? He wants to.
Well, if he does, I'll book him on a 187.
Sarge, the traffic's back to normal now.
That glue was some mess.
But, uh, I think we got it cleaned off everything.
What is that?
-That.
GETRAER: Yeah.
It's a mechanical I wrote.
Your new filing system, huh?
How you gonna handle this, sarge
Or will it go the scenic route to Sacramento?
I'm gonna let you be the judge of that.
Come with me, Frank.
You, too, Jon.
Alright, let's, uh
run through our ritual once again.
Putting aside our personal relationship
for just a second.
Do you have any problems with anybody else besides me?
No, just you.
Yeah, well, what about at home.
You have any problems at home?
No. Just you.
Would you believe somebody stole my chair?
Come here, Poncherello.
Now, do you have any idea what this is?
Take a wild guess.
Huh? This is your jacket.
Now I want you to take a good, hard look
and you tell me, do you think there's any room in here
to bury another one of your accidents?
Four things.
I'm hot. I'm tired. I'm sticky.
And while chasing that stolen this morning
God almost spoke to me at the four level.
So if it's all the same to you
let's take a rain check on the lecture, sarge
'cause right now I really don't need it.
I don't get it. I just don't get it.
I mean, your probation is over on Monday.
I would've thought you would've been extra careful.
Yeah, you would think so, wouldn't you?
And it's over on Sunday.
Ah, maybe.
Maybe.
Look...
I-- I like to think that I'm a nice guy.
I know you don't agree but that's because you fall
on the wrong side of my desk.
Now maybe that would change
if we could just get to the root of your problem.
Just what happens to you out there?
You and Jon ride three feet apart,
eight hours a day.
You respond to the same calls.
You stop the same violators.
You get into the same situations.
Yet any time anything happens
it's always your bike that comes back here
looking like we oughta give it a funeral.
Now, just why does that happen, Frank?
Thanks for taking a rain check on the lecture.
If that is it, I'm gonna change
and get to work on that report.
You can leave now, Frank.
Listen, sarge, I don't want this to sound like a PR job
but I mean, if you'd take a look at his jacket maybe...
Maybe you'd find some citations and recommendations.
I mean, the guy's put some righteous criminals behind bars.
You've had to babysit him for months now.
What is it
No presence of mind?
What?
I don't know.
Sometimes, the guy overdoes the role.
Sometimes, uh--
Sometimes he doesn't know when to back off.
Weird things happen. You gotta be there.
You can't see 'em coming and once they're there
you can't stop 'em then.
Yeah. Well, maybe I should've partnered him
with an exorcist.
Hey, sarge.
Sarge, you're not gonna put him in a car, are ya?
I should put him behind a desk.
Chuck, how does it look?
Uh, we got any spare bikes?
You got some sense of humor, sarge.
Yeah.
PONCH: Sometimes with all that happens to me
I wonder if he really likes me.
BAKER: Who
No. God.
I know Getraer doesn't like me.
If I was Getraer, I wouldn't like me either.
How can you say that, Ponch?
Look what he just did for you.
He forgot the glue mess
and he didn't recommend extending your probation
and he gave you his very own bike.
What he gave me was a lit bomb.
If anything should happen to this bike
my probation will be the least of my problems.
Hey, Ponch. I'm gonna run the plate on this Jag.
Alright, baby.
DISPATCHER : California license Nora 4 Nora 613, no wants.
Uh, 10-4, L.A.
Well, looks like we didn't bust the car-theft ring.
Oh?
Car's clean.
So's the guy.
Just hold on. Help is on its way.
Hit the concrete, creep. Do it. Now.
You talking to me?
And expedite, L.A.
DISPATCHER : 10-4, 7 Mary 3.
I'm gonna tell you for the last time.
Hit the concrete.
It's John Wayne.
BIKER: Okay, okay.
Ponch, go and check out the girl.
Everything's under control.
Your parents give you a name, hophead?
Go and take care of the girl.
Where are you hurting?
I'm fine.
Where's the pain?
I'm alright.
I'm fine.
What's your name?
Carol Rosen.
Carol.
Are your legs pinned, Carol?
Can you move your legs?
I'm okay. I'm fine.
Alright. Alright, Carol.
Now I want you to put your arms around my neck, okay?
I'm going to try and ease you out now.
Alright. Here.
-Here we go. -Okay, go.
Here we go.
Ohh!
Stop. Stop. Stop.
Stop, it hurts.
Oh, God, they're pinned.
Carol, everything is gonna be okay.
My legs are pinned down.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Okay.
No, no, don't shake your head.
Just take a deep breath.
There, see.
Just stay relaxed.
The rescue unit's already on the way.
And if I know those guys, they'll probably be here
before I even have time to get fresh with you.
Yeah, those guys are always out to spoil my fun.
-Alright. -Thank you.
There.
Poncher--
Poncherello?
Yeah, Poncherello.
But everybody calls me Ponch.
Well, almost everyone.
There.
Gotta have you looking okay for company, huh?
Motorcycle cop?
Yep. Been with California's finest
for the past two years.
Oh, yeah?
You have very soft eyes.
Hey, don't spread that around, okay?
It's taken me three years to build a reputation as a killer.
Oh.
Uh, listen. You better get ready.
Company's here.
Thank you.
Hey.
What a world.
Hey, nice shot, Ponch.
Yeah, pretty lucky.
GETRAER: Let me ask you something, Frank.
Do you see alright?
You ever think you might need glasses?
Huh! You can ask that after the shots...
...I've been making?
GETRAER: Ho-ho, 24 hours left on probation, Frank.
You have got no fear.
PONCH: It comes from having job security.
Ah!
We wouldn't be having another one of our little chats
if there wasn't something. So go ahead, pull the pin.
You know that mechanical cite you wrote today. Sticky one?
Well, it came back auto carrier.
But you wrote...box van.
PONCH: Hang on to your stripes.
It was...a box van.
Auto carrier.
Van.
GETRAER: Computer says auto carrier.
Run it again.
I did. Auto carrier.
Good game. Good game.
My man, Fritz, okay.
Listen, you ever hear of computer error?
Have you ever seen the top drawer of my filing cabinet?
Okay, alright, uncle.
Maybe I did make a mistake.
There was enough happening.
I'll be a bit more careful in the future.
Okay, sergeant?
Thank you.
So your daddy's a judge, huh?
Well, now, that's a coincidence, 'cause I practice law too.
Really?
A lawyer?
You know, I really dig lawyers.
Say, do you believe in vibrations?
That some moments are destined to happen.
Like now moments.
There you are. You know, I've been out in the garage
looking for you, talking to the--
As luck would have it, I met Sherri here.
Sherri Bell, Jon Baker.
Hi, Jon. Hi, Sherri. How you doing?
Sherri's a stewardess, only gonna be around--
Stewardess? That's exciting. Where you coming from?
Or, uh, where are you going?
Oh, well, I just got back from London.
It's really a neat town.
And tomorrow, I'm off to Bali.
I can hardly wait.
Ah, the South Seas.
Ah, that's the life.
Is it true what they say about the men down there?
What's that?
Hey, when you gonna tell me?
Later.
Uh, look, Jon
Sherri's Bali flight leaves at midnight.
Listen, since you're only gonna be in town a few hours
we can have dinner, take in a show--
Did Ponch tell you the time that we were out on this tw--
Did Ponch tell you that, uh
we're California Highway Patrolmen?
So we were working on this 23-1-10 one time.
We had the reds on and everything.
That's when someone throws projectiles at you.
And we're going down there with--
Cop.
Nice try.
Hey.
What did I do?
Oh, just stand there and let me kill you.
Really? What did I say wrong this time?
Didn't you tell her we were cops?
Or did you use the ol', uh
"practice the law" line?
Good evening.
May I take your car?
GETRAER: Fellas, they did it again.
Last night, six more sports cars
were taken from a party in Holmby Hills.
The gang posed as parking attendants.
The real attendants were later found safe.
But the gang-- There're three of them.
--were armed and are now considered to be dangerous.
So any sports car stops you make you think may be dirty
please proceed with extreme caution.
Uh, you may wanna consider backup.
Now, guys, this is in our own backyard.
So, uh, let's nail 'em, huh?
Okay, it's all yours.
You wanna give me that plate again?
Boy Henry 4-7-7-2. It's a Bushkin moving van.
Thanks. All you wanna do is take a picture of it?
Yep.
I tell you, I'm wiped out.
I was awake most of the night, tossing, turning.
Eight more hours.
What do you say
let's just have a nice, quiet Sunday.
Pull it over there, would you please?
Cover me, Ponch.
Hi, there.
Listen, uh, do you have any idea how fast you were going?
I don't know. I'm only six.
Oh... Heh.
Listen, when you're coming down that hill, uh
you gotta keep to the right, okay?
BOY: Okay.
15-7. Officer Poncherello. 6 Adam, bye.
Ponch here.
You're not gonna believe this.
But your van
Boy Henry 4-7-7-2
just passed me southbound on the San Diego.
What's your 10
Mulholland.
Bingo. We're at Sunset. We'll take it.
You remember what I told you, okay?
Okay.
Hang in there. Bye-bye.
You want some?
Hey, I'm driving. You're drinking.
Hey, quick. Dump that.
Come on! I got a Chippy on my tail. Quick, dump it.
Hi, officer, what seems to be the problem?
May I see your driver's license, bill of lading and registration?
Yes, sir. I have them right here.
Why didn't you stop when you saw me?
-I know you saw me. -I thought it was that Caddy.
Didn't you see? He was doing 75, easy.
Now what's the problem?
A Milwaukee misdemeanor for a start.
I can even tell you the brand if you're interested.
Oh, boy.
Oh, boy, is right. We'll get to that in a minute.
Now step out.
Come here.
You stay here.
I just ran the plate, and something's screwy.
Getraer's right, and he's wrong.
Listen, it's all set, all you have to do is press that button.
Okay.
The plate is registered to an auto carrier.
Hey, I'm ready.
But do you see an auto carrier? I don't see any auto carrier.
And now I got the proof.
Yeah, but something's screwy with this registration, Ponch.
Look here.
I'm gonna make a call.
Hey, how come the plate on the van
isn't the same one listed on the registration?
BH4772-- Hey, that's not our plate.
You sure?
I've been driving this rig for two years.
Our number's RR8481.
L.A. 15, 7 Mary 3. Copy.
Hey, Ponch.
I just had Dispatch contact Bushkin.
They don't have this plate registered to any of their vans.
You got something?
Well, it stands to reason, the guys we stopped yesterday
they must've put their plate on this van.
I mean, maybe they switched them
because they're scared we'd run the plate
and find out it wasn't registered to a van.
You smell like a brewery.
Hey, what if Getraer is right for all the wrong reasons.
What if that van we stopped yesterday was camouflaged?
What if it really was an auto carrier?
Every time this gang hits, it takes six sports cars.
Every time, six.
Just what a small car carrier could hold piggyback.
Yeah, that guy I stopped yesterday with the low tires
like it had a full load, he said it was empty.
The oil leak wasn't from the engine.
It was coming from the trailer, the rear end.
Hey, I'll put out an APB.
DISPATCHER: Attention, all units.
Stand by for information on auto-theft ring.
All units, look out for a white tractor trailer
with the name Bushkin on the side.
Possible license, Robert Robert 8481.
Any information, Division Auto Theft
or this station, KRB412, clear.
L.A. 15-5 is now in pursuit. Bushkin van, northbound at 3rd.
DISPATCHER: Attention Harbor units, 15-5 is now in pursuit.
Bushkin van, northbound at 3rd.
Got a Chippy on my tail.
We can't outrun them.
Alright, we gotta lighten our load.
I got an idea. Take the next off-ramp.
EDDIE: Still got two motors after us.
JERRY: They'll have us on the freeway.
Alright, just get off the freeway,
maybe we can lose 'em downtown.
You know what I'm thinking?
We're on Temple.
Yeah. Beautiful.
Don't hit him.
Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.
Six months I've waited for this moment.
I feel great.
Yeah, I'm happy for ya, Ponch.
Yeah. Well, he isn't.
You know, we've had some good times together.
Well, it hasn't been dull, that's for sure.
Maybe we could partner up on occasion.
You gotta be kidding.
No, it's simple. Chances are
if we're together, I'll stay out of trouble.
If I'm out of trouble, I won't go back on probation.
And if I'm not--
You won't be riding with me.
What do you say, sarge?
Hey, Jon.
I, uh, heard what happened down at the county jail today.
If you say it fast, it won't hurt as much.
Oh, give it a rest, will ya, Frank?
Anyway, the, uh...
...captain spoke to the commissioner, and, uh
there'll be a commendation for both of you.
They also told me to tell you that, uh...
he and I are very proud of what you did today.
I'm coming up at one minute to six months.
Wanna synchronize watches?
Uh...
Probation's over.
Hey, pull over.
Pull it over.
GETRAER: Your first day off probation. Anything happen, Frank?
PONCH: I wrote seven cites, went to the court
uh, booked a drunk judge.
And that's it?
And I got a haircut, see?
And that's it?
Let me try a name on ya.
Uh, a Mrs. Edna Gellar. That mean anything?
I knew an Ed Gellar once in high school.
He still owes me 20 bucks from prom night.
Oh, that's funny.
I think you'd remember Mrs. Gellar.
She claims you told her
to drive down an embankment today.
Hey, I can explain that. There's no--
I gotta hand it to you, Frank.
You covered your tracks like an Apache.
But I did some checking.
You ordered the tow through a payphone
not from your bike.
Look, Mrs. Gellar went down the embankment
because she's eight cents short of a dollar
not because I told her to.
Listen, I believe you, Frank.
The only trouble is she's related to Bill Gellar.
Does that name mean anything?
I'll take a wild guess. Captain Bill Gellar?
The big muckety-muck up in Sacramento?
The very same.
Now, take another wild guess.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
Would you like to synchronize watches, Ponch?