[woman on radio] '8 David, 10-19 contact--'
[Frank] 'I don't believe this.'
One combination burrito. Two tacos. You got that?
[female #1] 'Maybe if you speak louder.'
One combination burrito, uh, two tacos
a large chocolate shake, and a large milk, please.
[female #1] 'Thank you, sir.'
'Contact the occupant'
'regarding an alleged hit and run.'
[instrumental music]
California Highway Patrol.
Yeah, a, uh
a big gas truck just rolled over onto some cars.
[man #1] 'People are hurt. There's gasoline everywhere.'
'Just send help quick.'
We will, sir, but don't hang up.
I need the number of the box you're calling from.
SD 285.
San Diego Freeway 285?
Yeah, and, hurry!
[dramatic music]
[engine revving]
[female over radio] 'Attention all San Diego Freeway units'
'we have an 11-80 involving a gas tanker'
'with leaking gasoline.'
'Southbound San Diego Freeway at Sunset.'
'All responding units identify.'
LA, 7 Adam responding.
[engine revving]
Here goes our lunch.
Sounds bad.
LA, 7 Mary 3 and 4 responding.
[female over radio] 'Ten-four, 7 Mary 3.'
[engine revving]
[upbeat music]
[siren wailing]
[upbeat music]
[engine revving]
[siren wailing]
[sirens wailing]
[suspenseful music]
[tires screeching]
[crashes]
Jon, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm alright. Give me a hand, would you?
Help me with the bike?
Yeah.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I skidded in the water. Are you alright?
Yeah, there's no harm. I just dirtied my uniform a little bit.
Oh, you tore your sleeve. You are hurt.
It's just a little scrape.
Hey, I'm sorry It isn't worse. Heh.
Well, at least you didn't have to ring for a nurse.
Yeah, you, uh, better move the car out of the way, okay?
Oh, okay.
Ponch, you wanna give me a hand with this?
Come on.
One, two, three.
[indistinct]
[engine revving]
What, we get the...wrong location?
Baricza's checking.
We know there's nothing Southbound.
Yeah, well, take a look North up to Mulholland.
Yeah.
[engine revving]
[suspenseful music]
[instrumental music]
[theme music]
[music continues]
Not even a fender-bender South of us.
Alright.
- Hey, Baricza. - Yeah?
- Come here and take over. - Okay, sarge.
[man #1] 'Let's go.'
[Baricza] 'Okay, let's go. Move it on up.'
'Come on, keep it moving. Nice and easy.'
[sighs]
[Baricza] 'Come on, VW, let's go, let's go.'
Okay, I want you to clear this up.
Then I want you, Fritz, Baricza, Poncherello and Baker
back in my office for a special assignment.
- Tell them. - Yes, sir.
[engine revving]
[Baricza] 'Come on. Let's move it. Let's keep it moving.'
[engine revving]
[man #2] 'Come on, move out.'
Come on, bro, let's go. Move it up here.
Let's go.
[woman on radio] 'Attention all San Diego units'
'responding to an 11-79 at Sunset, 10-22.'
Well, that takes care of the emergency.
Yeah.
Then there's no rush, right?
Right.
Listen..
...I'm an X-ray technician at the Valley General Hospital.
And..
...well, that elbow could very well be chipped.
[female #2] 'You should really come in and have an X-ray made.'
[Frank] 'Hey, that's a great idea, Jon.'
When it comes to bones..
...you never know, right?
- Right. - Hey, listen, the arm's fine.
But if it gives me any trouble, I'll drop in, okay?
Now, uh, you have a nice day, Miss Wayburn?
Alright. You too.
[engine revving]
I can't believe it.
You just rolled out of a foxy lady's life.
- Naturally. - Naturally?
There's nothing natural about it.
There was an attraction between you two, man.
[Frank] 'I could feel it.'
Ponch, you should be writing soap operas.
[Baricza] 'Okay, keep it moving. Let's go.'
'Come on, buddy. Don't sit there all day.'
'These people gotta go somewhere. Let's go.'
Hey, Baker. Why don't you look for a different laundry?
Not funny, Bariczs.
- He hurt his elbow. - Well, he's tough.
I didn't hurt my elbow. I just skinned it a little bit.
Hey, guys, Getraer wants to see us in his office
as soon as we get back.
[Grossman] 'Keep it moving. Come on.'
Listen, at least have the elbow X-rayed, Jon.
You got the advice from a specialist.
An interested expert.
Ponch, that was purely
professional interest, alright?
You misread it.
[Grossman] 'Come on, move it up.'
[engine revving]
Uh, yeah, from the tapes, it sounds like the same guy
who called in the phony school bus explosion last week.
Uh, look, I'm, uh, sorry, that's all I have.
Right. Bye.
But why does the guy give the wrong box number
when he calls in?
Probably because if anybody spots him
he's not at a box we all know about.
And that's how he gets his kicks.
If I get my hands on him, he'll get a kick.
Okay, for those of you who haven't met him
this is, uh, Jay Higgins from the phone company.
Hey.
This is a special assignment task force.
We have a plan that we're gonna implement
first thing in the morning, as soon as the
tracing equipment is hooked up.
Now, the service-desk operators have studied the tapes.
As soon as a voice calls in that sounds like this guy
we're gonna respond as a team.
Now, I want you guys to cover all the boxes
in both directions for a distance of three miles.
Is that clear?
You said, uh, tracing equipment?
I'll lock the line open and start the trace
when the operator gives me the signal.
This will tell us really what box he's using.
Then why bother checking the other boxes?
Well, these traces take time.
We'll try to keep him talking, but if we can't, uh
hopefully, one of our team will be able to spot him.
Looks like we're gonna need a lot of luck.
Yeah, and I want you to remember this, all of you.
He's always out there.
Every time one of these things goes down
one of those people close by..
...is him.
Now, uh, Baker here, is gonna take charge of the detail
and figure out some tactics.
Incidentally, Baker, you gotta pay
more attention to your appearance.
Your uniform's a mess.
Sarge, he almost got killed out there today.
No, I didn't. I just skinned my elbow a little bit.
Well, what happened?
He had to lay his bike down.
Frank, he skinned his elbow. Not his vocal cords.
The only damage is to the shirt, sarge.
The only other problem is mother here
won't stay off my back about it.
I'm just trying to get him to have it X-rayed.
For the good of the department.
Well, that's good thinking, Frank. That's a good attitude.
Baker, get over to Orthopedic and have it X-rayed.
Uh, Valley General would be better.
Uh, they specialize in arms and elbows there.
Ah, but it's all the same to me.
But, uh, stop on the way and change your uniform, okay?
- Alright. - Okay.
Go ahead.
[phone rings]
Yeah, briefing, Sergeant Getraer.
[dramatic music]
[knocking]
Well, the next time you go out when you're not home
will you lock the door, please?
Um, I was in a hurry, Sarah. I'm sorry.
Had a job interview.
Where?
Uh...at a warehouse.
What warehouse?
[Walter] 'There you go again! You're always doing that to me!'
You make me feel like I'm back in the joint with some screw
following me around to make sure everything I do.
You're not my sister, Sarah.
[Walter] 'You're a warden.'
I am your sister, and I'm interested.
All I said was "what warehouse?"
It's not really what you wanna know, is it?
Hmm?
What you really wanna know is
have I been popping any fire-alarm boxes again.
- Right? - No.
You did your time, you've paid for that and you promised me.
What I wanna know is did you got the job?
No!
I didn't go near any fire-alarm boxes either.
How's that grab you? Hmm.
Walt...you just can't
stay shut in here
with a father who's been dead since you were six.
[Sarah] 'You're 23 years old.'
But you said that..
...you wanted me here.
That's right.
And this is home.
Time is passing, Walt.
You've got to do something with your life.
I'll, uh..
I'll get a job.
It just has to be the right one.
[dramatic music]
California Highway Patrol.
Uh...there's a, uh, huge brush fire
burning along the San Diego Freeway near Bel Air.
Uh, both sides of the freeway are going up.
- It's spreading fast. - Don't hang up, sir.
I need the number of the box you're calling from.
It's SD 426.
[suspenseful music]
[instrumental music]
[sirens wailing]
[engine revving]
[siren wailing]
[instrumental music]
I was writing up a trucker less than a 100 yards
from the call box 426.
But I didn't see the guy.
Or anything else that'd help.
Well, at least you knew it was a false alarm.
He sounded for real.
He always does.
Like it's really happening.
Yeah.
Well, maybe it is to him. Okay.
[speaking indistinctly]
Uh...nothing, huh?
Uh, Bar caught this one before it got out of hand.
- Okay. Go write up a report. - Okay.
Sarge, uh, I think we should ask the public for help.
I mean, they do see things out there.
That's a good idea, Jon.
In fact, it's such a good idea
the captain thought of it this morning.
Hmm, well, I figured I gave him enough time, huh.
Look, the phone company's tracing equipment
is due to be ready at 8 in the morning.
At 8:00 a.m. I want you and your team to bear down.
'Let's nail this guy.'
California Highway Patrol.
A-A helicopter crashed on the freeway.
It's terrible.
I think I've got him.
- Are you there? - Yes, sir, I am.
I need to know the number of the box you're calling from.
Uh, it's, uh...SD 248.
Is anyone but the pilot hurt?
No. No, I think he was alone.
[suspenseful music]
[woman on radio] 'All San Diego Freeway units'
'we have a helicopter down at the Santa Monica interchange.'
'11-41 and fire units are responding.'
'15, 7 Mary 3 and Mary 4'
'7 Mary 5'
'7 Adam and 7 David.'
'The call is a possible false alarm.'
'Respond as planned.'
LA, 7 Mary 3 and 4 will respond.
LA, 7 Adam from Bundy.
[engine revving]
[dramatic music]
H-here they come. There's two coming.
[engine revving]
LA 15, 7 Mary 4
10-97, helicopter crash.
Santa Monica and national.
Continue rolling fire unit and ambulance.
They said there'd be an ambulance.
Well, they're coming.
[fire crackling]
It's blood.
You get the box?
- What box? - Rh-negative.
BPTC.
Thank you very much, sir.
[engine revving]
There's a kid at Valley General.
A hemophiliac.
'He's in surgery.'
- He'll die. - No, he won't.
Just take it easy, alright? We'll take care of it.
[engines revving]
Hey, Ponch. Get him out of here, okay? Before this chopper blows.
Alright, guys, pick him up carefully
and put him on the shoulder.
Folks. Folks, listen up.
You gotta get behind the cars. Come on, now, get back.
Let's move.
Still somebody in there?
Yeah, a box of rare blood he's flying up from San Diego.
This bird's gonna blow, Jon.
[dramatic music]
[Frank] 'Watch your fingers.'
Alright.
Ow, it's wedged in there.
Oh, there, wedge it.
Wedge it a little more. Okay, I got it. Let's go.
[chopper flares]
[sirens wailing]
[suspenseful music]
[tires screeching]
[engine revving]
[intense music]
[sirens wailing]
[siren wailing]
Doctor?
Got a box of rare blood here.
Where the heck you guys been?
That kid could've died.
Name's, uh, Jon Baker. You know yours?
Uh-huh.
- Officer egg-in-the-face. - Really?
Hey, uh..
...look, I'm sorry I got so upset.
You people probably saved that little boy's life.
Thanks.
[instrumental music]
Uh, listen, uh, you go ahead. Uh, I'll wait here.
Listen, uh, can you direct.
Oh, Miss Wayburn.
Oh, hi.
It's giving you trouble, isn't it?
Oh, my elbow? No, uh..
...my partner, my sergeant, yeah.
I-I have to file a report, you know, and take an X-ray, yeah.
Okay. Terrific.
Why don't you sit down here, and I'll get the information.
Oh, wait a minute. Let me see if the room's free.
Swell.
Why don't we get the pictures now
and, I'll get the information later, okay?
Yeah, okay.
[indistinct chatter]
[footsteps]
Well, I must say, you have a very photogenic elbow.
Got your name.
Jon Baker. Right?
Uh, no, it's J-O-N. Heh.
Oh.
Your address?
[indistinct chatter]
How about that? We're both Leos.
Yeah. Stubborn, bossy and independent.
- And passionate. - Yeah. When aroused. Heh.
I need your place of birth.
Oh, uh...Rollins, Wyoming.
You're kidding.
I'm from Soda Springs, Idaho.
What? Hey, that's great trout fishing.
The best. You know Bear Lake? I used to go there all the time.
Yeah. Heh.
Oh, uh...how long you been in LA?
[Wayburn] 'Oh, four years.'
Took my degree at UCLA and just stayed.
Someday, I'm going back home though.
With all that good clean air.
Ah, you'll probably marry some doctor and settle in the smog.
It's not what I'm planning on.
Yeah, those are the things that happen.
Things we're not planning on.
[Frank] 'Hey, how we doing here?'
Oh, uh, you remember my partner, Ponch? Heh.
Of course. How are you?
Uh, excuse me.
- For you, Miss Wayburn. - For me? Thank you, Mark.
Oh, I wonder who..
She shoot your best side?
Oh, Jon.
[Wayburn] 'Oh, how sweet. They're beautiful.'
W-what a lovely surprise.
Yeah, well, uh, something you weren't planning on, right?
Excuse me, I'll get something to put these in.
Jon...I am.
And you're welcome.
Huh. Oh, now, what did she mean by that?
What did the note say?
It says, "it's nice to know someone
"who's concerned about me.
Thanks, Jon."
- Too personal. - You don't like her?
- I didn't say that. - You do like her?
Well, what if I do?
Flowers set me back 9 bucks.
Yeah, well, it's, uh, nice to know someone
that's concerned about me.
Thanks.
[intense music]
[knocking]
What is it?
You gonna watch TV?
No, why?
Huh, I wanted to watch a show if you weren't gonna use the set.
In other words, I get out. Hmm?
No. You can carry the set to my room.
You're always talking to me like I'm a little kid.
You're the little kid, Sarah.
Like dad was still here to do things for you
and spoil you.
Do you wanna take the set to my room or not?
You can watch it in here. I'm going out.
He's with the sergeant, and I thought we'd better catch you
before you make other plans.
Right.
Yeah.
Great, uh, we'll pick you up at 7:30.
What a night this is gonna be.
Gourmet food, fine wine, soft music.
Ruth and I are doubling with you and Karen.
Surprised?
It's all arranged. I just talked to Karen.
Oh, without a word to me?
Well, you like her, don't you?
And I made reservations at a great new spot.
A real classy restaurant, Jon. She'll really be impressed.
Okay, sure.
I'm sorry. Um, I'll call it off.
[instrumental music]
[laughing]
- Good evening, sir. - Good evening. Poncherello.
- Reservations for four? - Yes, sir.
Uh, it'll be about 20 minutes.
If you'll please have a seat at the bar, I'll be only too happy
to call you when your table's ready.
Oh, good evening, Mr. Rainey.
Hello, Andre. I know I'm early but--
oh, no, no, no. No problem. No problem at all.
Uh, this way, please. Watch your step.
What is this?
We're on time. They're early.
They get a table. And we wait?
Yes, sir?
We decided not to wait in the bar.
We'd like our table...now.
Of course.
Uh...your name again, please.
- Poncherello. - Poncherello.
Poncherello, Poncherello.
Uh, I'm terribly sorry
but I don't have a Poncherello listed here.
- It's under your thumb. - Sir?
Uh, it's under your thumb.
[laughs] Of course, Mr. Poncherello.
Well, if you'd be so kind to us to have a seat
at the bar, I'll call you later.
Uh, sorry, sir, no way.
Will you show us to a table, or shall we just pick one we like?
- Huh? - Oh.
Well, certainly, Mr. Poncherello. Oh!
I see your table's ready now. Uh, this way please.
Right this way.
Well, I think you guys handled that beautifully, both of you.
Yeah, you really did.
Well, we just don't like people trying to take advantage.
Well, how are we gonna handle this menu? It's all in French.
[clears throat] Good evening.
Would monsieur like to consult the wine list?
Or we have an excellent house wine, Chateau Bordeaux,1969.
Oh, '69? Uh, that would be fine.
Mm. Why don't we start with Escargot?
I was just gonna suggest that.
Why don't we all start with Escargot?
Yeah, anything you say. I'm just hungry. Heh.
Voila..
...your Escargot.
- Enjoy. - Mm.
Merci.
[Ruth] 'Mm. Don't they smell divine?'
You know...there is something about French cooking.
[Karen] 'I wish I could get the hang of it. I can't.'
'And my mother was French.'
'I don't know, it's some kind of instinct.'
'And I don't have it.'
Mm. Oh, Ponch... these are delicious.
[Karen] 'Aren't they, Jon?'
Yeah, the-they're not bad. Really, they're not bad.
Ahem. Yeah, but, uh
just a shade too much garlic.
Yeah, that was a good idea, Ponch, Escargot.
I kind of thought you'd like it.
[Jon] 'Ponch.'
- Oh, it's delicious. - Mm-hmm.
Ladies and gentlemen.
- Quail à l'orange. - Mm.
Quail à l'orange--
It's, um, quail baked in an orange glaze.
It's really delicious. You'll love it.
Uh, well, I hope so. I'm starved.
Bon appétit.
Oh. Heh. I don't think I can eat this.
I used to raise parakeets when I was a kid.
Um...anybody for a drumstick?
Oh, Ponch.
[laughing]
[tires squealing]
[dog barking]
[engine revving]
[sighs]
Well, I honestly did expect at least two quail.
Yeah, they're really delicious, uh, but a guy could eat at least
a dozen of 'em, you know?
Well, next time, we'll know.
[sighs]
And thanks, uh, I did have fun.
That's okay. I had a good time too. Thank you very much.
- Um, listen, I'd ask you in-- - Oh, that's alright.
Listen, I-I gotta get going. Uh. Heh.
[dramatic music]
Will, um..
...we'll see each other again?
[engine revving]
You do look a whole lot better.
[tires screeching]
Jeff. Jeff, come get this thing out of my car.
[tires screeching]
[engine revving]
Whoever left that sure must have been in a hurry.
Yeah.
I'll move it out of the way.
LA 15, 7 Mary 3, uh, got an 11-24
on the 1500 block of 8th avenue.
Request a 10-28 on Sam, Queen, Zebra, 280.
[woman on radio] '15, 7 Mary 3, 10-4.'
[intense music]
Jon?
[hissing]
Jon!
[hissing]
Jon?
[honking]
[horn blaring]
There's a snake in here. Get me out.
Okay, unlock the door.
It's jammed. Yank it open.
Okay, push your shoulder into it.
[metal clanging]
Ugh, it's got me.
I didn't know you like snakes.
I hate him, and he knows it.
Oh, he's getting ready to bite me.
No, he's a Boa constrictor. They don't bite.
They just, uh, squeeze and..
...of course, then they swallow you.
Don't try to cheer me up, partner.
Just get him off me. Get him off me.
Oh, he's really hanging on, man. I think he likes you.
I think he'd like to have me for lunch.
Go, whoa, yeah.
There we go.
[moans]
- What are you guys doing? - Stand back, son.
You leave him alone. He's mine.
Me leave him alone?
Oh, you big boy.
Oh, come here.
Oh. Oh.
Don't worry.
I won't let 'em hurt you. It's okay, Ralphie.
Ralphie?
I know what you mean. He scares me to pieces.
Well, you shouldn't carry him around loose in the car.
We don't.
I left him in there, so I can clean out his cage.
Yeah, hey, nobody likes a dirty snake.
[female #3] 'I'm sorry it happened.'
Believe me, it won't again.
That's alright. There's no harm done, ma'am.
By the way, your keys are in the car.
Whoa.
[woman on radio] '15, 42, 11-82'
'Westbound San Bernardino freeway East of..'
'Vehicle into the center divider.'
Oh, thanks.
Were you guys scared?
No, heh. No, uh.
We, uh.. I was scared I might hurt him.
We don't know that much about snakes.
Oh, well, why don't you come by sometime? I'll teach you.
Hey, that's a good idea. A real good idea, Ponch.
Hey, uh, why don't you take him inside?
Might catch cold.
Come on.
[engine revving]
[dramatic music]
California Highway Patrol.
Hello?
Uh, yeah, uh, San Diego freeway 255.
Alright, sir.
Yeah, a greyhound bus
w-went over the overpass on the freeway.
It's awful.
[woman on radio] 'Greyhound bus involved'
'7 Mary 3 and Mary 4, implement the special detail.'
Bingo!
Two-five-three.
Seven Mary 3, the false alarm was
called in from San Diego 253.
[suspenseful music]
[intense music]
[tires screeching]
[engine revving]
Stay away. Don't come near me.
Okay. Just take it easy, alright?
Aw, man, come on.
What are you doing out there? Come on back here.
Get away. I mean it.
Hey, I'm only trying to help you.
Why don't you let me do that? It's my job.
No!
LA 15, 7 Mary 3
we need assistance for a victim.
[intense music]
No!
[Ponch grunts]
No!
[grunts]
Uh, no!
No, no, no!
No, no, no.
No.
[grunts]
[gasping]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I, uh, I don't know..
...why I did that.
I really don't want to die.
You're lucky we weren't answering some false alarm.
[instrumental music]
I'm sorry.
Hey, you know, we're going to see "MadameButterfly"
a Japanese opera written by an Italian
sung in Spanish and translated by a Puerto Rican
who insists that we have a French dinner before we go.
Now that's love.
[laughing]
Oh, I hope we have more of whatever this is
than, uh, that poor quail.
Hey, you said you'd trust me to order, right?
- Have I ever let you down? - Yeah, well.
I'll tell you in a minute.
Voila.
[speaking French]
[Frank] 'Cheeseburgers.'
Side of fries.
Hey, now, that's what I call a French dinner.
[laughing]
Uh, waiter?
Bring us some ketchup.
[clears throat]
[theme music]
[music continues]