[theme music]
[music continues]
Hey, Ponch.
Hey, Ponch! Don't take it so hard.
What? Oh, I'm sorry.
Look, Getraer comes down on everybody once in a while.
Yeah, but sometimes I think
I should have been a plumber or a TV repairman.
Ah, you're just in a slump.
You'll get your activity together.
I hope so.
Before Getraer decides to put me
on permanent probation.
Hey, do you know how much a plumber makes?
[engine sputtering overhead]
Sounds like he needs a tune-up.
Yeah, I hope that's all.
[sputtering continues]
Hey, you thinking what I'm thinking?
Right.
[engine sputtering]
Hold it up there, Buick! Hold up!
[sputtering continues]
Slow down and stay behind us!
Stay behind us!
[sputtering continues]
Here he comes!
Jon, look! The red car!
Yeah, it's gonna be tight.
[engine revving]
[engine sputtering]
[sputtering continues]
[tires screeching]
[sputtering continues]
Come on. Come on, you can do it!
[wheels screeching]
That's it, baby!
[instrumental music]
[theme music]
Okay, let's move.
Fall in with the flow.
Hey, mister, you alright?
[Frank] 'Hey, you okay?'
[intense music]
[grunts]
[sighs] I think so.
Oh, I'm so embarrassed. Please get me out of here.
Oh, yes, yes. It's okay.
Just take it easy now.
Easy. Just take it easy.
I don't believe it.
My first solo flight, and I run out of gas.
You saved my life. I thought it was all over.
It's alright now.
It could've happened to anybody.
I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry, officer.
I mean, I shouldn't have been up in this stupid plane.
I-I'm sorry I caused all of this trouble.
- Relax - I wish..
Please, just take it easy. There's no citation.
Hey, you're really terrific.
Well, it's just my nature.
I bet you're a very important man on the force.
I mean, I mean, you're so professional.
Uh, are you a lieutenant?
Well, not exactly. But I'm working on--
I know, you're a sergeant.
- Well, I'm afraid-- - Hey, how is she?
Ah, she's fine.
Baricza and Fritz, uh, they took care of the snarl.
And I put out a Sig-Alert. The paramedics are here.
Is he one of your men?
Oh-oh, yes, uh
'he works with me, and, uh, he does a fine job.'
This is, uh, Officer Jon Baker.
You can advise Central that, uh, everything's under control.
Oh. Uh, yes, sir.
Um, as I was saying, why don't--
Um, I'm feeling a little weak.
Uh, maybe we could talk about this over dinner?
Hey, that's a good idea.
[theme music]
[music continues]
Boy, you're really something.
I mean, what are you gonna be next week, a captain?
Depends on the girl.
[music continues]
[woman on radio] 'Attention, all units.'
'Be on the lookout for an all-white 1965 bus'
'with lettering on the rear reading'
"First Baptist Church."
'Vehicle is a stolen out of Wilshire division.'
[Frank] Hey, that's the one down the street from Central.
Who'd want to steal that old wreck?
[Jon] You got me, the last time I saw it
the wheels were ready to fall off.
[Frank] I bet old Rev. Goldstein's so mad he's talking to the devil.
[Jon laughing]
Hey, Ponch.
That's it. That's it! The stolen bus.
- I don't believe it. - Yeah.
A whole half a block from Central.
Not exactly a hot roller.
[engine revving]
[indistinct chattering on radio]
This is amazing. We never found a stolen--
We? Well, what do you have, a mouse in your pocket?
Partner, good friend, old buddy.
This is what I needed. That slump in my activity?
'I'm saved!'
Ponch, look, technically, I have--
I'll write all reports today.
- Tomorrow? - The rest of the week.
It's yours.
I think I'll call for backup.
Spice things up a little for Getraer.
Put out a code 20, maybe get a news team out here.
Hey, Ponch, how about just calling it in, okay?
Okay, thanks.
LA 15, 7 Mary 4
I have located the stolen bus on Oak Street
just South of Washington Boulevard.
Vehicle is abandoned.
[woman on radio] '10-4, 7 Mary 4.'
I think I'll give the old man at the bus stop
a check and see if he's seen anything.
Hey, did you see a bus go by?
No.
Oh, well, finding that bus
is gonna make Getraer a happy man.
Hmm.
And me a hero.
[instrumental music]
Close.
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
- Hi, sarge. - Uh, hi, Frank.
- 'How's it going?' - 'Great, sarge.'
[Getraer] Glad to...hear it. Oh-h-h..
Um, I'll have the report on that bus in about five minutes.
Good. Good.
Hey, quick energy.
Yeah, and indigestion.
[Frank] 'Something you wanna tell me?'
Oh! Oh, yeah, Frank.
Rev. Goldstein wanted me to..
...express to you his appreciation
for your speedy recovery of the bus.
I gotta admit, Frank.
I'm surprised it was youand not Jon.
Well, hey, uh, we all have our days, you know.
Yeah.
And I bet you're probably sorry
for the way you came down on me this morning.
Yeah, Frank, I am.
Um, I know how you could make it up to me, sarge.
How, Frank?
It's yours.
[laughing]
[instrumental music]
"Francis Poncherello
California Highway Patrol officer."
Officer?
I thought you were a sergeant.
Well, not exactly. Actually, you were--
You led me to believe you were a sergeant.
- Well, what's the difference? - Forget it.
I can't believe Iam going to a restaurant in a camper.
We are going to a restaurant, aren't we?
Yeah. And a good one too.
And everybody knows..
...this is a motor home, not a camper.
Could have fooled me.
Looks more like a locker room.
Yeah, I know. But I'm really into sports, alright?
Well, I wish you were really into driving
'cause you just changed lanes without signaling.
- No, I didn't. - Yes, you did.
- 'No, I didn't!' - Yes, you did.
[siren wailing]
Not only are you a lousy driver
'but you'll probably just flash your badge'
'and get out of paying the ticket.'
I won't need to
because I did not break the law.
[screeching]
[sighs]
- Good evening, officer. - Good evening.
Sir, you made an unsafe lane change back there.
Uh, excuse me, officer, I think you're mistaken. You see, I--
May I see your driver's license and registration, please?
But you can't. Uh, you can't, officer.
You see, I checked the traffic. I was--
Yes, sir. You forgot your directional.
I told you so.
[male #1] 'Now if you'll just sign here.'
Signing is not an admission of guilt
but only your promise to appear in court.
I know. I know.
[sighs]
Please drive safely, sir.
And, uh, watch yourself
merging back into traffic.
[instrumental music]
Oh, Getraer will kill me
when he finds out.
Who's Getraer?
He's the sergeant.
[music continues]
Hey, this is a switch.
You getting here before me.
Oh, that's right, you got the afternoon off.
Comp time. You wanna get an early start?
No. I couldn't sleep last night. I got a--
Oh, yeah, how was your date?
She could have kept that plane in the air with her mouth.
It works at 6,000 RPMs.
- I'm sorry, Ponch. - 'Hey, Jon.'
Is there something wrong with the way I live?
What do you mean? Why do you say that?
Well, you're never in trouble...and I always am.
Hey, come on. You were the one that found the bus.
That was yesterday. You see, I got a..
[engine revving]
I don't believe it.
[engine revving]
Oh, she's gonna skin me alive for sure.
I've been late since the day I was born.
[engine revving]
LA 7, Mary 3 and 4, we are now in pursuit.
Uh, eastbound on the Pomona Freeway.
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]
[engine revving]
Oh, CHiPs. Man.
I know that I'm gonna be late now. I'm gonna be real late now.
'No, I ain't gonna stop.'
Come on, baby, give it to me now.
You got to give it to me now.
You have got to go!
[engine revving]
Gonna lose my license for sure.
The judge told me don't come down there no more.
All them tickets. Why did I get all those tickets?
[clanging]
Oh, no! Oh, no!
They got me now.
No more drivin', no more license.
I'm sorry, little car, but I am mad.
[grunting]
[tires screeching]
Broke my car. Gonna get another ticket. Mama's gonna kill me.
- Excuse me, sir. - I've had it!
You mind stepping out of the car?
Step out?
[grunting]
[thudding]
[man grunts]
I am really mad.
Mama would've said, "Don't be mad." But I'm mad anyway.
May I see your driver's license
and registration, please?
Lose my temper, lose my license. Same game.
Driver's license and registration?
Told mama I was gonna be home for dinner.
Now here I'm out here stopped on a highway
trying to...mess around..
What am I gonna do?
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
'Messing around with you...all the time!'
Just messing around. God!
What's that yo-you think he's doing?
[honking]
[glass shattering]
I think we got a 51-50, Ponch.
[screaming]
[grunting]
[chuckles] Yeah. He's about three quarts low.
[laughing]
You think he heard what I called him?
[grunting]
[clattering]
[grunting]
[honking]
[screaming]
I wanna know how he got in that car.
I don't know. I wish he'd just get back in there.
[grunting]
[clanging]
[Frank] 'Oh, boy.'
[clanging]
[man grunting]
I'll call for backup.
- Hey, why? We don't need it. - Are you crazy?
That guy could wipe out the front line
of the Dallas Cowboys.
We need all the backup we can get.
Ponch, there's no law against
destroying your own property.
'The only thing we have him for is speeding'
'and, uh, maybe littering.'
[grunting]
[indistinct chattering on radio]
Here, hold this a minute.
[grunting]
[man screaming]
I got something in my eye.
Get it out, partner. I don't wanna stand here by myself.
You, uh, find this amusing?
Who, me? Oh, no.
Not at all, sir.
You got something for me to sign?
Uh, yes, sir, uh..
...just sign at the bottom here in the box
and we won't detain you any longer, sir.
[indistinct chattering on radio]
Thank you.
[instrumental music]
This one's for mama.
This one's for the judge!
[thud]
Mama.
Judge. No license.
Hey, he's got your pen.
Yeah, well, uh, pens are replaceable.
[chuckling]
Now what am I gonna tell mama?
Better call Einhorn Tow.
Yeah. Tell them to bring a shovel.
[laughing]
LA 15, 7 Mary 3..
[instrumental music]
There's nowhere like the Mexican Alps
for this kind of food.
Yeah. Look, Jon, I gotta talk to you about--
Darn it, I told her to hold the secret sauce.
I think I'm in big trouble. I got this--
I always wonder why they call this sauce a secret.
[sighs] I made this unsafe lane change.
'A 2-15, me.'
It's no secret to me, man. This is 20 weight motor oil.
Getraer will kill me if he finds out.
This is it. I'm taking it back. This is not what I asked for.
Will you listen to me?
I got a ticket last night!
Uh, Ponch, that's not very cool.
No kidding, cisco.
What am I gonna do?
I don't know. I'll work it out.
What? How?
Go to driving school.
Yeah, come on.
That way the ticket doesn't go on your record
and Getraer doesn't find out about it.
Driving school? Are you crazy?
People I ticket go there.
And what's more, the instructors
'are CHP retired officers.'
- Getraer knows them all. - I'll tell you what.
For the price of another burrito, I can work it out.
Okay.
Why don't you run down to the store and ask--
[male #2] 'Hey, one of you guys Officer Baker?'
[Jon] 'What?'
- Officer Baker. - Yeah, why?
You got a phone call.
Okay.
Uh..
Sorry about that.
- Yeah. - Thank you.
Hey, this is Baker.
What?
Okay.
I got it.
I'm sorry, Jon
but you're the best man for these calls.
Yeah, I understand.
Okay.
Thank you.
What's the matter?
Oh, uh, accident call.
Hey, you can handle that.
Yeah.
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
[doorbell dings]
Now you finish your sandwich.
Okay.
Hello, Mrs..
- Mrs. Karantz? - Yes.
May we come in?
Yes.
Is something wrong?
Sarah?
Uh, my name is Jon Baker.
I'm, uh, from the California Highway Patrol.
And, uh, I brought your neighbor over here
because I have something important to talk to you about.
Perhaps we could sit down somewhere.
Oh, sure.
Thank you.
Now, w-what's wrong?
I mean, there's something wrong.
It's Jerry. My husband, Jerry.
There's been an accident this morning in Bakersfield.
Oh, my God.
Involving three people, including your husband.
I'm afraid your husband--
Well, is he alright? I-I mean, is he hurt?
Badly?
He died on the way to the hospital.
[intense music]
No.
No. It can't be.
I asked Mrs. Wilner to contact your doctor
'and tell him to come over.'
If there's anything else we can do--
But he-- Uh--
We-we just spoke last night.
Are you sure it was Jerry?
'Are you?'
Ma'am, I wish there was some way that..
...or something that..
Daddy, daddy!
[music continues]
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
Excuse me.
Quiet down, please.
Now, the film tonight is on intersections
and right-of-way collisions.
Now pay attention, please.
Because there'll be a quiz following.
[clicks]
Hey, what are you in here for?
Unsafe lane change.
I'm in for a 21-8-0-5C.
A what?
That means riding my horse on the freeway.
- That's not so bad. - 'Oh, I know that.'
But then I got cited for a 23-1-1-2B.
- Right on the freeway? - 'That's right.'
'My horse wouldn't wait till I got back to the stable.'
Now that's bad.
You know, that's what the motorcycle cop said.
Well, hey, you can't blame him. Being on a bike and all.
Oh, come on. What are you?
Some kind of cop lover or somethin'?
- Oh, no. No. - Hmm.
I can't stand them myself. Ugh.
[engine revving]
[indistinct chatter on radio]
How did the accident call go?
Ah, pretty rough, Ponch.
You know, I hate those things.
By the way, uh, how was your first night in driving school?
Just like I expected. Lousy.
Cops are at the top of everybody's hate list
in that bunch, you know that?
Yeah? Anyone recognize you?
No, I don't think so.
What'd I tell you? The kid's pure genius.
The plan was fail-safe, right?
Huh?
[laughing]
[male #3] Hey, officers.
How do I get to Newhall?
Pardon?
[engine revving]
[engine starts]
[sirens wailing]
Everything okay?
I'm okay.
But I'll never see Newhall today.
[instrumental music]
LA-15, 7-Mary-3 and 4, in pursuit of a blue Dodge van.
Northbound, Old Mill Road, one mile north of Golden State.
Give me a 28, 29 on a 106 late Lincoln.
[woman on radio] '10-4 Golden State units, 7-Mary-3 and 4 are in pursuit.'
[music continues]
[police siren wailing]
[tires screeching]
[siren wailing continues]
LA-15, 7-Mar-3 and 4, pursuit is now eastbound
Cuddy Canyon approaching San Fernando.
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
[engine revving]
[music continues]
[tires screeching]
[metal clangs]
[male #4] 'Help!'
'Help me! Somebody help me!'
'Get me out of here! Please!'
'Get me out!'
'Get me out of here!'
'Please help me! Get me out!'
[snake rattling]
[Frank] 'Did he get you?'
I think he just got my boot.
Help! Hey, get me out of here!
I'll check him.
Help! Help me! Get me out, please!
Get me out of here, please.
- Help me. Get me out. - Just hang in there.
Just hang in there, alright? Just lay quiet.
We'll get you in a minute.
Alright. Well, we gotta figure some way here, Ponch.
- Alright. - Just don't move.
- Try not to get too excited. - 'Please hurry.'
Hang on.
[snakes rattling]
Hey, Fritz, put out a Code 4 and roll 11-41.
'And grab the fire extinguishers.'
'CO2 will lower the body temp.'
That way they can't move. And bring some crowbars!
Hey, get me out of here! Please help me!
[Frank] 'Baricza, you help Fritz.'
Alright.
- I can't get this thing-- - Ambulance is rolling.
[Jon] Okay. Break out the rest of the windshield
and get ready to pull him out.
[glass shattering]
[instrumental music]
Okay, guys, let's listen up.
Uh, headquarters is planning a special enforcement program
to help reduce accidents caused by drunk driving.
Now, this study is focusing here in the LA area.
And to facilitate the program
they've implemented an overtime allotment.
How could someone steal such a big bus?
Why would someone steal a bus from church?
- We'll find out. - But Joe will find my bus.
Uh, one last thing.
The Ventura Freeway from Van Nuys to Coldwater
is, uh, under construction and will--
Come on in, uh, reverend.
Yeah, what's the matter, reverend?
Joe, they do it again. Not 20 minutes ago.
One minute the bus is there, and then, poof!
Okay, slow down. Who is they?
How should I know? Do I look like a policeman?
Please, put out a "Calling all cars"
or something.
Hunter, put it on the air.
Right, sarge.
Look, uh, we'll take care of it, reverend.
You go back to your church.
We'll call you when we get the bus, alright?
Oh, thank you, Joe.
And, uh, God bless. And you too, fellas.
Okay, guys.
Let's get with it, huh?
We're beginning to look ridiculous.
'That bus just lives next door.'
The thieves probably came by
and gave us a little beep on their horn.
Let's get to it.
[instrumental music]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, uh, don't worry, sarge.
I found it once, I'll find it again.
Yeah, Frank.
[instrumental music]
You know, I still can't figure out who'd want that bus.
Would you believe someone that doesn't wanna go
over five miles per hour?
[chuckles]
15-7-Mary-3 or 4, 5-David, bye.
David-5, go ahead to 7-Mary-4.
I'm following your 10-8-51 bus
'eastbound on the Angeles Crest Highway'
'near Foothill Drive.'
10-4. Our ETA is about five.
I don't really think you have to hurry.
[engine revving]
[instrumental music]
Hey, Fritz, looks like you get a gold star.
I thought Ponch saw it first.
I heard your activity was low.
Hey, thanks! I owe ya!
A real bunch of killers. Who are they?
You got me.
Nice to see you again, sir.
Uh, did you give up on public transportation?
Don't you know you shouldn't talk to somebody
when they're driving? It's dangerous.
- You ought to know that. - Yes, sir, I do.
That's why I'd like you to pull over.
Okay, but I want you to know, young man
I could outrun you if I wasn't on this hill.
Right.
Over there on that shoulder, uh, that'll be fine.
[woman on radio] 'Santa Monica units'
'stalled vehicle in the number one, westbound at Vermont.'
[banging on door]
Ladies and gentlemen, would you all please step off the bus?
- Take it easy now, ma'am. - Here you go.
My wrists are kind of delicate.
You got any padded handcuffs?
- I-I'll check my saddlebags. - Thank you.
This way, please.
[indistinct chatter]
Son, tomorrow is our golden wedding anniversary.
Would it be alright if we shared a cell?
Uh, we'll see what we can arrange, okay?
- Thank you. - Alright.
Hey, this way.
Ah...come here, partner.
We wanna talk to you.
This bus doesn't belong to you.
You know that, don't you?
Yeah, we stole it.
Why would you want to do a thing like that?
Well, we just got tired of waiting.
'You see, the church has been promising a picnic all summer.'
Never got around to it, so we...figured
we'd take it ourselves.
Yeah, well, that's breaking the law.
[female #1] 'It's moving!'
Somebody help us!
'Somebody help us!'
Oh, now we're alright.
[indistinct chatter]
[gear grinding]
Jon, I think Ponch is in trouble.
Yeah.
[intense music]
We're not stopping!
Can't-can't you stop the bus?
[Frank] 'No.'
[Harold] 'Oh.'
The brakes are out! Hold on!
[both whimpering]
[instrumental music]
'Oh! Look back!'
Alright, partner!
[siren wailing]
[tires screeching]
[grinding]
[male #5] 'Can't stop it?'
[siren wailing]
[Jon] 'Get out of the way!'
[indistinct chatter]
Move it over!
Move!
Get them over!
Keep it over!
The one in the truck, pull over!
[indistinct chatter]
Come on, Ponch.
[female #1] 'Help! Help! Help us.'
[both whimpering]
[siren wailing]
'Help us!'
'What are we gonna do?'
[screams]
Median!
Attaboy. Come on, Ponch.
Put it in that gravel.
[sighs]
[panting]
Harold, let's go and thank the young man.
Oh, yeah.
[engine revving]
Oh, you saved our lives.
Oh, sonny, you are a darn good driver.
- Come on, honey. - I'll say..
- Let's get over here. - Phew!
I'm just glad you went to driving school.
[laughs]
Hey, wow, man, you've grown a beard.
It's hereditary.
Hey, that's heavy.
Yeah.
I'm gonna graduate at the top of the class.
And it was all your idea.
I can't thank you enough, partner.
I'm glad you came.
[dramatic music]
I had to come here or lose my license.
Cops.
Boy, I hate cops.
Say...have we met?
- Who, me? - Yeah.
Uh, no, I don't think we've had the pleasure.
Say, brother, haven't we met?
[French accent] Oh, no, monsieur.
Never.
[instrumental music]
[music continues]