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[dramatic music]
[male #1] 'Grab me that Harley that just pulled in.'
Man, there's a half a dozen pigs sloppin' up breakfast in there.
Do you wanna ride with us or not?
So it's a little crowded, huh?
So who said the Satan's had an easy initiation?
Right.
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[engine revving]
[Poncherello] 'Gotcha.'
Okay, you win.
Aren't you gonna finish the sentence?
"You win, Ponch, again."
You really wanna hear it, don't you?
Okay, Ponch, you're the champ of tight-maneuver drill
and, uh, in rubbing it in.
[chuckles] Hey, I'm sorry, I promise to be very humble
when you buy my lunch at Maranino's.
Does it always have to be Maranino's?
Hey, I like it when a counter full of motorcycle cops
stand up and applaud my entrance.
[sighs] I'm losing my appetite.
Hey, I've been living with your appetite for a long time now.
It's 7:50. Wanna bet, uh, it comes back before noon?
[laughing]
[theme music]
I'll tell you what, Jon. I'm a soft touch.
I'll give you another shot at me.
- 'Double or nothing?' - Oh, I'll pass.
You just wanna ground me down while I'm still psyched out.
I'll take you on.
Well, if you give odds like that, you need a lesson.
- I'll use your bike. - Oh, you will?
Well, who should I say I trusted it to?
Brent Delaney. We'll be working together.
Since when?
Well, you'll get all the details from the sergeant.
Are we gonna ride or aren't we?
Hey, why not?
At least one of us should learn a lesson.
I suppose you'll need my helmet.
Oh, I have my own in the car.
[Poncherello] 'Wise guy. He could be a voice out of my past.'
[horn blaring]
Hurry up!
We got places to go.
- Can I help you? - Yeah. Check my back left tire.
It feels low.
I wonder what this buggy would drive like
without hubs and radio.
Don't tempt me, man.
[engine revving]
[sighs] You owe me two lunches.
What do you say we go again? Same odds.
No, thanks. I couldn't hack tacos four days in a row.
Oh, if I were you, I'd have maintenance check this throttle.
I wouldn't trust it on a freeway.
Listen, uh, you must have transferred
from a real gung-ho station.
[laughs] No, no station.
This is my first assignment.
I was graduated from motor school last Friday.
Is he pulling our leg? Two days out of motor school?
Yeah, he passed motorcycles but flunked public relations.
[indistinct chattering]
Uh, first of all, I'd like to introduce, uh
Officer Brent Delaney.
Uh, not only was he top of his class at motor school
but he has a master's degree in police science at USC.
'We're proud to have him joining the team.'
Let's give him a hand and say hello.
[applauding]
When you introduce me to the guys, sarge, don't forget
to tell them I was the best rider in my class.
I read your file, Poncherello.
So I also realize you are number one goof-up.
Let's get something straight. This is a team.
We don't need showboats.
'You squeak through motor school on probation.'
You arrive here on probation.
The last thing I need is a headache so don't be one.
[applauding]
You know sarge didn't mention the best part.
Brent is Senator Delaney's son.
- Senator Delaney? - Oh, yeah.
Chairman of the Highways Committee, Sacramento.
[Baricza] 'That's the senator.'
You know, the kid probably thinks
he can use his connections.
'Become head of the CHP by the time he's 35.'
Oh, now, wait a minute, Barry. We don't know that.
Oh, but watch yourselves.
[Getraer] 'Alright, uh, let's get back to business.'
[clears throat] There's one new item this morning.
We've got a crime wave going on that's aimed right at us.
There are some people out there, probably members
of a motorcycle gang who are stealing police bikes.
In the past few days, LAPD has lost, uh, three units.
Uh, sheriff's department, two.
Now the last thing you guys wanna do
is fill out the paperwork for a missing bike.
Uh, the form number on that is, uh, D-1251.
And the D stands for disgrace.
So, uh, just keep your guards up, huh? Alright, that's it.
Uh, Baker, Poncherello, Delaney, you wanna step up here, please.
Okay, Delaney, here's the plan.
Uh, today, you partner with Poncherello.
Tomorrow, you partner with Baker.
'We'll alternate this way for a few weeks'
'until you learn the area.'
I doubt, if it'd take a few weeks, sergeant.
Well, that's the, uh, usual procedure, Brent.
Why don't you give it a try?
Well, that's your decision.
I'll meet you out in the yard, Poncherello.
Okay, hey, uh, call me Ponch. You got a nickname?
In my family, we don't use nicknames.
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I'll tell you what, Baker.
You can have all my turns at breaking him in.
No way.
Come on.
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[woman on radio] '15-6, Adam LA.'
'Investigator reported dirt bikes'
'in the Turnbull Canyon fire area.'
[motorbike engine revving]
[instrumental music]
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Are you hurt?
I want you to reach in your pocket
and give me your driver's license.
You know, uh, you ought to wear a helmet.
It saves lives.
Is there anything that saves people up there
from giving lectures to people down here?
Alright, get up.
[instrumental music]
- Any questions you wanna ask? - Obviously, none.
Westwood, sir. I-I'm late for class.
Yeah, hop in.
[music continues]
[siren wailing]
Cover me.
Look, officer, I-I know
'I made a rather unorthodox'
'move back there, but, uh--'
Get out of the car, please.
I beg your pardon?
Get out of the car, please.
And, you, keep your hands where I can see 'em.
Now, don't you think you're carrying this thing
a little too far?
Turn around.
Put your right hand on your head.
Hey, I happen to be guilty of a traffic violation.
I am not a criminal.
Oh, this is outrageous.
I'm not gonna put up with this kind of humiliation
I promise you that.
[Delaney] 'Pardon me, sir. Aren't you Albert Atchinson?'
I'm Brent Delaney, you introduced my father
once at a Bar Association banquet.
Aren't you supposed to be doing something?
- Senator Tom's son. - Yeah.
Of course.
Watch that guy.
[grunts]
- Your partner blew it, huh? - Who told you that?
I saw it.
[sighs] Get the knife.
[grunts]
[radio beeping]
[woman on radio] 'Attention, all units, 2-11 occurred'
'approximately 30 ago at Vic's Liquor Store'
'at the corner of Highland and Dreckler.'
'Suspect last seen heading northbound on Dreckler.'
'Suspect is a white male adult'
'approximately 21 years of age with a watch cap.'
Okay, so you got lucky.
Mr. Atchinson, I hope you understand
why I took the action I did.
Oh, I thought he was a student.
You searched the car?
[sighs] He had a gun, huh?
And sooner or later, he would have used it, or the knife..
...on you.
Sorry about the way you were treated.
Knowing you, I would have handled it differently.
Brent.
Did you cite Atchinson for that violation?
I think you gave him trouble enough for one day.
I just did what had to be done.
Oh, really?
Let's see how Sergeant Getraer
feels about the way you did it.
Come on, man, you don't wanna bring Getraer a hustle
on your first day on the job?
[instrumental music]
Hey, that last jump of yours was right on the money.
Yeah, well, I had a good teacher.
Good?
I'm terrific.
Yeah, you are terrific, Ponch
and, uh, now that we got that out in the open, here.
What's this?
Just, uh, read it and take it home and fill it out.
Hey, are you crazy, man?
This is an application for the CHP.
That's right.
It's not funny, man.
That's no joke. Listen, the way you ride a bike?
I mean, you do attract a little trouble
but you also attract a lot of people around you.
What I'm trying to say is, uh, you need us and we need you.
No way, man.
CHP is the last place I belong.
Delaney's contention that you handled
Mr. Atchinson improperly.
It's possible, he had a furtive passenger
and I didn't know what there was between them.
And Baricza's report says that Delaney left his backup position
to go chat with his father's friend.
Now, what's your report gonna say?
I smelled trouble. Delaney didn't.
It's his first day on the job.
Frank, you're covering for him.
Me? Hey, no way.
Why don't you just drop it, sarge?
You tell him I wanna see him.
Alright, but, uh, go easy, huh?
- He's learning. - Ha! That's funny.
I had the distinct impression that he was here to teach.
What happened later is a different thing entirely.
I'm only talking about what happened up front.
Why was it necessary to humiliate a man
like Albert Atchinson?
You're alive, aren't you?
And so is your partner.
No thanks to you.
That answer your question?
Atchinson was no threat to either one of us.
Delaney.
It's Ponch's duty to secure the driver.
Your duty was to cover the other guy and you didn't.
You can't justify that in a million years.
[instrumental music]
[clears throat]
Hey, Brent, Getraer wants you to stop by his office
on the way out, okay?
Yeah, sure.
[indistinct radio chatter]
Hey, Ponch, look at it this way. It's just a bad luck day.
I don't blame my luck. Blame me. I pushed it too far.
Well, next time, go around the oil slick instead of through it.
What next time?
That bike will be ready in a couple of days.
Hey, Getraer doesn't repair that easy.
He's gonna put me back in the car.
I'll talk to Getraer. He'll understand.
Stop wasting your breath, man.
Isn't it enough I wasted those weeks in motor school?
Wait a minute. Who said you wasted them?
I did.
Don't you think I know that by now?
Ponch, it's only been eight days.
- Now, give yourself a chance. - Man, why spin more wheels?
Look, I'll see you back at Central, okay?
Come on, Peggy. The keys are in it.
Y-you're not supposed to drive it.
My brother doesn't care, we'll lose the courts
if we're not there in 15 minutes. Come on.
[engine revving]
[dramatic music]
Hey, call this in. Ambulance and a wrecker.
[music continues]
[panting]
[music continues]
Get us out of here, please. Get us..
Get us out of here.
[music continues]
What are you doing?
Peggy, wake up. Please, Peggy, help me.
You've gotta help me. Get us out of here.
Please! Peggy!
No, don't leave.
Can't open the doors. The water's holding 'em shut.
We gotta get water in to equalize the pressure.
Oh, Peggy, could you wake up, please?
What? What?
Window? Window.
[coughing]
She can't open the windows. They're shorted out.
Gasoline.
The water's forcing it out of the carburetors.
Yeah, I know. I got a mouthful.
And the car's full of fumes.
We gotta break a window.
What are you doing?
Hand me that pipe!
Behind you! Over there!
Peggy!
[sobbing] Please hold on.
[coughing]
Henny?
Henny, where are we?
And there's water coming in.
[glass shattering]
[coughing]
Hey, man, luck has a way of turning around.
Don't let a bad day throw you.
[instrumental music]
Officer, stop, please!
My mother's in there. Someone's tryin' to kill her.
You've gotta help her. He's in there trying to kill her.
- Where? - Well, back there.
The last bungalow to the left.
Come on, I'll show you.
It's all the way to the left.
'You've gotta save her. Please.'
Come on.
[dramatic music]
[laughing]
We gotta go..
[instrumental music]
I'll say one thing for that rookie.
He's got great taste in cars.
Yeah, I wonder why he didn't ride his motor to work.
I don't know.
If I could afford those wheels
I might not even be going to work.
[laughs] Yes, you would, Grossie. You love the patrol.
I do. But after yesterday, I don't think he does.
Wonder why he even joined it?
[Baker] Uh, Sergeant Getraer, the friend I was telling you about.
Frank Poncherello.
Oh, yeah. How do you do?
Baker tells me you wanna take the CHP examination.
Yeah, I think it's crazy but Mr. Clean here
keeps twisting my arm.
You ever tried filling out an application
with a twisted arm, huh, huh?
Yeah, that's one thing. Frank always keeps you laughing.
[chuckles] Yeah.
Uh, listen, I was wondering, if you'd look at the application.
Make sure there's no mistakes before he sends it in.
- Why not? - Oh, thank you, sarge.
I mean, sergeant.
Well, frankly, uh, Poncherello..
...your background here is a little marginal.
What makes you wanna join the CHP anyway?
That margin you just mentioned.
Uh, come again?
Well, I've been living there all my life.
Them on one side. Us on the other.
I tried being one of them and I found out I'm not.
So I figured I'm one of us.
Well, uh, send it in.
- Thanks a lot, sarge. - Yeah.
[sighs]
- Hey, Ponch. - Hey, Grossie.
Have you heard the latest?
Grossie, I think I could spoil your whole day
if I told you, uh, yes, I have.
You have?
[chuckles]
No. The latest about what?
Delaney. His bike was ripped off.
- You're kidding? - Nope. I just heard the story.
He was driving home last night, and some foxy chick got him
into a wild-goose chase, so her buddies could steal his wheels.
- Where is he now? - In talking to Getraer.
Man, wouldn't you hate to have to explain
how a girl conned you into a goof like that?
Good question, Grossie.
Good question.
[female #1] 'Oh, I'm sure you know Frankie.'
Dark hair, bottomless brown eyes.
He has the cutest smile ever.
I think he's in charge of this whole place.
[Getraer] 'Uh, this Frankie told you that, huh?'
[female #1] 'No, I had to drag it out of him.'
- Frankie's very modest. - He is, huh?
Well, you see, uh, your Frankie must work at another station
because I'm in charge here
and the only Frank that we have, uh..
'Well, he certainly does not fit that description.'
You mean, I have to go around making illegal left turns
until he arrests me again?
Oh, I wouldn't advise that, uh..
Why don't you just try to forget about him?
I'll never forget Frankie.
Yeah, I know the feeling.
Well, I'm sorry we can't help you, ma'am.
Uh, better luck next time.
Is there some place I could cry?
Uh, why don't you try the ladies' lounge out in the lobby?
Thank you.
[sighs] Girls chase him. VIPs get mad at him.
You know, your protege, Poncherello attracts trouble
'like windshields attract bugs.'
Sorry. So he cited a carload of city councilmen.
Every one of 'em flunked the breath test.
I know all about their breaths.
What do you think I've been feeling hot and heavy
on the back of my neck?
Look, I could have fended them off a lot better
if he hadn't been two days late with his paperwork.
Uh, well, he's not applying for secretarial school.
It's motor school. Sarge, now, come on, give him a break.
Okay. Only because you asked.
Thanks, sarge. Uh, you won't be sorry.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll be sorry
but not as sorry as Poncherello's gonna be
'when I tell him about Miss Lonely Hearts.'
Look, this is the CHP, not "The Dating Game."
- Here. - Thank you.
No, mister, I said this was a test for an abbre..
[chuckles] ...initi...inebriation.
[laughing]
And I couldn't pronounce it.
[laughing]
That's Brent Delaney.
Gonna be commissioner before he's 35..
...if he ever finds his bike.
[laughing]
Hey, I heard about your motor, Delaney. Tough luck.
Come off it, Poncherello, you're enjoying it as much as they are.
You got it all wrong, you know?
No, I know exactly what you're thinking.
What good are Delaney's Sacramento contacts now?
Wrong. I'll tell you exactly what I'm thinking.
We can't let those rip-off artists
get away with a CHP motor, you know that?
It's us against them. And you and I are us.
That's your uniform talking, admit it.
That's me talking, Brent.
You'll feel the same way in a couple of years.
What makes you think I'll be around that long?
You will, I got the whole story of your life..
...from a kid I used to know.
Drive a little smoother, Artie. Smoother, come on.
Hey, I don't need your back-seat lip, man.
Just drink from the can.
You ain't got no class, Artie.
Cans are for peons, Artie.
[laughing] Salud.
[dramatic music]
[siren wailing]
[male #2] 'Look at that.'
Hey, check it out, man. There you go. We could have some fun.
[male #2] 'Yeah.'
[tires screeching]
[music continues]
[laughing] Yee-haw!
Hey, man, check it out.
[tires screeching]
- Hey. - Hey.
[music continues]
[chuckling]
Top of the morning, officer. What can I do you for?
Morning. Can I talk to the driver, please?
[male #2] 'You know, one of us was driving but, uh..'
...we can't remember which.
That's right. We can't remember which.
Yeah, well, I can. He's wearing your shirt.
May I see your driver's license, please?
Why don't you walk over here and take it?
Hey, listen, why complicate your life, huh?
You're already gonna be cited for drinking in a moving vehicle
and trying to evade arrest. Why go for more?
You're gonna talk us out of it?
What I do is up to you.
[music continues]
Oh, wow, man. I can't believe this.
Two thousand chippies in LA, and we get busted by my cousin.
[laughing]
[speaking in Spanish]
How you been? Hi, Jon.
[speaking in Spanish]
[laughing]
Uh, hey, hey, let me tell you about this dude.
This is the pride of the barrio. We were kids together, man.
We played vaquerosand Indians. Cops and banditos.
This is my favorite cousin, man.
That Anglo ain't no cousin, Ponch.
Sure, he is, man. On my mother's side.
We came to this country by way of Denmark.
The way I heard is by Miami.
You calling me a liar?
Don't stand there looking stupid. Get in the car.
Hey, uh, just a minute.
I gotta write you your citations.
Hey, what you got? A death wish? Man, what's the matter with you?
Hey, you know the family motto.
You do your job..
...and I do mine.
Cousin.
[Getraer] Our friends in Auto Theft have been working on it
but they still don't have any solid leads on that outfit
that's been ripping off police motorcycles.
'So, uh, keep your eyes open.'
Okay, that's all.
Come on, you guys.
- Sarge, you got a minute? - Yeah.
If there's an available motor
how about Delaney riding with me?
Yeah, for a change, I happen to have a spare.
Stop by my office and pick up the keys.
- Uh.. - I'll meet you outside.
Ponch, I can say one thing for you.
You're a glutton for punishment.
Yeah, but, you know, uh, he's my cousin.
Something on your mind? Unload it.
Us against them, huh?
[dramatic music]
Hey, Rex.
That's the girl that set me up.
That's a stripped-down police bike.
[music continues]
Freeze!
'You're under arrest.'
[music continues]
[tires screeching]
[music continues]
The bike you were riding is one of ours.
It's not designed for this type of thing.
Come on, let's go. Let's go.
Looks like we got a CHP officer.
Yup, courage, honesty and pride.
[instrumental music]
[Getraer] Well, everything considered, not a bad day's work.
[Poncherello] You got that right, sarge.
- Sarge, I'm going back in. - Okay.
Good work, buddy.
That's a good job, Delaney.
Uh, that's quite a report you're gonna have to write up.
- How are you at paperwork? - He hates it.
- How do you know I hate it? - Just a guess.
Well, I hate it, but I do it well.
[Getraer] 'Alright, then, wrap this up'
and I'll see you back at Central, huh?
Hey, Delaney?
I like your style.
[instrumental music]
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