04x04 - The Poachers

[bunniefuu]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Next time you feel like racing
around, try something like that.

I wouldn't mind
trying a little of that.

Oh, that's kids' stuff.

It's silly to sit there
driving around in circles.

Where does it get you?
It's a big waste of time.

- How about next week?
- How about tomorrow?

[RUSTLING]

ARNIE: Cleve!

Cleve!

Whoo-hoo!

- I think I got him. I think I got him.
- Beautiful.

Now you know why I use a crossbow.
Two hundred feet, not a sound.

Come on. Let's get him in
before anybody catches us.

Ah, who's gonna find us?

Look at this.

[MAN YELLING]

What is this?

- Come on.
- Go!

Go!

Well, Davey, I don't think
they'll be bothering us anymore.

Hey, what's he
doing on the fire road?

Breaking the law. We'll take the next
exit and be coming off of Mulholland.

Oh, no, we got trouble.
Arnie, we got trouble. Cops.

Oh, no, no.

They must have seen us on the fire
road. Come on, come on, go, Cleve, go.

[HORN HONKING]

[SIREN WAILING]

Arnie, we're not gonna lose
them. We're not gonna lose them.

Keep going till I get
rid of this crossbow.

[HORN HONKING]

Okay, crossbow is gone.

We'll come back
for it. Pull over.

Cleve! Cleve!

We're not gonna cause
any trouble, I swear it.

BAKER: You all right?
- I'm okay, I'm okay.

We're just people.

We were scared. Some crazy guy
started sh**ting at us back there.

-You don't believe it? Look
at the door. PONCH: Jon.

It's an arrow.

It's a fire road built by the county that
you were on. For emergency vehicles only.

- What were you doing on it?
- Just hiking like I always do.

I wanted to show my friend
all that wildlife out there.

Gonna book you on reckless
driving and failure to yield.

Lucky you didn't k*ll somebody.
I'm gonna call a tow truck.

What about this maniac, though?
We were driving down the road...

out of nowhere an
arrow hits the car.

I mean, I... I don't mind
telling you, I panicked.

All right, we'll check
it out. Come on.

Grandpa, didn't our people
used to always hunt deer?

Yep, and they
were good at it too.

I know it's wrong for the
guys in the truck, but why?

Well, Davey, it's the way
they do it, using a crossbow.

Besides, they got no permit.

How can you tell
they got no permit?

Well...

there's not enough
grazing land left, you see.

The herd has to be thinned out,
otherwise a lot of the deer would starve.

50 comes a certain time of the
year we call a "hunting season"...

the government gives
out hunting permits.

And I know this
just ain't the season.

What kind of bird is that?

DAVEY: A blue jay.
NATHAN: Uh-uh.

Scrub jay. You see, there are
many different kinds of jays, Davey.

Did our people have
a hunting season?

Our people.

They knew when to
hunt, when not to hunt.

There were many thousands
of deer in those days.

They needed what they k*lled. They
didn't have any stores to buy anything.

They needed the meat for food, the
antlers for tools, the bones for needles...

the sinews for bow strings
and the hides for clothes.

They used every part
of the animal, Davey.

Nothing in nature
should ever be wasted.

[BIRD CHIRPING]

There's another one.

- Scrub jay.
- Right.

You know they like peanuts?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

If you got it, bring it in.

Bad news, Daddy-o.

No delivery.

No deer?

-What is this? ARNIE: You're
gonna say "I don't believe you"...

but some guy out there started
sh**ting at us with arrows.

Arrows? Heh.

You guys gotta be kidding me.

Want me to drive the car
up, you can take a look at it?

No, I don't want you
to bring the car over so

I can take a look at
it. I want fresh venison.

I got customers lined up for it.

I gotta dress it,
hang it, age it.

Look, Mr. Daniels, we
almost got k*lled, okay?

Hey, I am talking
to my protégé...

to my wonderful godson who
promised me three fresh bucks.

Oh, I can get bear
meat from Alaska.

I can get tiger meat from Nepal.

From you?

I can't get deer meat
from your own backyard.

I brought you one, Daddy-o.

Well, you owe me two.

And please, with
the Daddy-o... Heh.

Tomorrow, Arnie.

Tomorrow.

Without fail.

Got you.

Have a nice day.

[MOTORCYCLES APPROACHING]

Somebody made
a U-turn right here.

Yeah, that'd be the car.

Hey, Jon, there are
footprints right here.

They said they were walking.

Place across the roadway, looks
like somebody came down the bank...

but I don't see any
footprints. What's that?

Right, it's 3... It's a m*ssile
from an air g*n or a crossbow.

Got the address on that pickup.
Let's have another go at those guys.

All right. And I'll run
it by Fish and Game.

I think we may have
some poachers out here.

That pot belonged to your
great-grandmother's sister.

Why don't we tell those cops
what we know about the poachers?

All we know is they came and k*lled
the deer, they came back and tried again.

Davey, when something dies for nothing,
its cry is heard throughout the forest.

Every tree, bird, grass, the spirit
lives in everything and in all men.

The spirit hears that cry.

I want you to hear
it. Listen and hear.

That's the important thing,
Davey. That's why we're here.

Is it in the cops, the spirit?

I said "all men," didn't I?

I bet they could stop those
hunters if we help them.

They don't need our help, and I
don't want them to interfere with us.

How do we know they would?

I know. I lived out in
that world all of my life.

And I mean to teach you something
about this one while I still got time.

The people out there
just don't understand.

Are we doing anything wrong?

No.

While I'm fixing supper,
why don't you go take a bath?

Oh, Grandpa!

Our people have always
been clean, Davey.

I'll bring you a towel.
Here's the soap.

You said they used
to use bear grease.

Now you use soap. Go on and get.

ARNIE: My wife won't let me
work in the house, so I do it out here.

But, boy, when I start selling
things, she'll come around.

This p*stol looks authentic.

Yeah. Oh, that's carved
just out of one piece of wood.

You ever model a wooden w*apon
like a w*r club, a crossbow, blow g*n?

Uh, no, only what you see there.

You know, a crossbow is a
dangerous w*apon at close range.

Like a silent .357 Magnum.

Fires a m*ssile, a bolt.

It's deadly.

It's illegal for hunting.

Yeah, but that was a
regular arrow that maniac,

or whoever it was, sh*t
at my car, you know.

That's right, yeah.

- Thank you both, huh?
- All right.

Oh, uh, by the way, you made a U-turn
in your car just off the road back there.

Thirty feet or so we found
a m*ssile stuck in a tree.

We think it came
from a crossbow.

That's why the guy ran us off.

With a regular arrow?

From the other direction? Heh.

It's a hard one to figure.

Oh, say, officer, you know, you'd
seem to really appreciate this.

And, uh, it's not gonna sell,
so I'd like to give it to you.

You can stain it,
lacquer it, whatever.

[PONCH CHUCKLES]

Thanks.

But no thanks.

It may sound funny coming from
a cop, but I hate deadly weapons.

[CLEVE LAUGHING THEN
MOTORCYCLE ENGINE STARTS]

The Sheriff of Nottingham is alive
and well and riding his motorcycle.

According to the Fish and Game,
this is a bolt used for hunting deer.

Now, you can get a permit in season
for a bow and arrow, but not for this.

This is a homemade arrow?
I mean, an Indian arrow?

Well, if you study the arrowhead, the
shaft, the feathers, the way they're set...

- you can tell what tribe it belongs to.
- How did you learn all this?

Back in Wyoming?

John Wayne movie.

Heh. Oh, I must
have missed that one.

What'd you come up with?

Well, no evidence. And I didn't
wanna get into any illegal search.

But this guy, Arnold Keith,
he ought to be watched.

GETRAER: Mm. Mm.
- This is definitely from a crossbow.

Is he into hunting, archery?

He says no, but I'll
tell you this, partner,

if he wanted a crossbow,
he could make one.

Okay, Fish and Game is
responsible for wildlife...

but that area's in our jurisdiction. I
don't want any poachers' wars going on.

- So check it out tomorrow, okay?
- Hey, we're off tomorrow.

Then if you do check it out
tomorrow, don't put in for overtime.

Maybe real Indians
live up there.

Sure, they're always finding lost
tribes in the Santa Monica Mountains...

every time they start a
new housing development.

Of course, it was mostly the
Chumash that lived around there.

And they weren't your typical
bow-and-arrow-type hunter.

Grossie, this happened a mile away from
two freeways, the San Diego and Ventura.

How about a deaf
lost Indian tribe?

['GROSSMAN LAUGHING]

- Gentlemen. What's up?
- Hey.

Hole. It's gonna be an hour
before we can get on the track.

This thing's really popular.

Listen, Ponch, if you're serious about
going after the so-called "crazy man"...

maybe we'd be better
off not wearing a uniform.

Jon, bows and arrows? People
sh**ting deadly crossbows?

Hey, pard, if I'm not back by
sundown, circle the wagons.

[LAUGHING]

- Oh, brother.
- Wagons, ho!

Okay, expert, track me
down a nice, fat deer.

Wait a minute, Arnie,
what about that Indian?

I don't want any
Indians sh**ting arrows.

Hey, hey, we got the
firepower, you know?

If he gives us any trouble,
he won't stand a chance.

Is it the hunters, Grandpa?

No, it's a policeman.

Go back to camp and
wait there till I come.

We're not against
the cops, are we?

I don't want them to see you.
Do as I say, we'll talk about it later.

Hey, Ponch. Let's go on up
the road and see what's shaking.

[YELLING]

Hey! Come here, little kid.

- Yeah.
- We just wanna talk to you.

- Are you okay?
- Are you hurt?

I'm okay.

- What's your name?
- Davey McAllister.

I'm Ponch. This is Jon.

I know. I mean, I
know who you are.

I mean, I saw you before.

- What happened, Davey? How'd you fall?
- Uh, I just fell.

Uh, I was following this deer.

That's a nice little outfit.
It help you follow deer?

Yeah. Um, I'm playing. Um...

I'm supposed to be an Indian.

You live around here, Davey?

Yeah, right around here. Close.

- Well, then come on. We'll take you home.
- Oh, it's not far. I can walk. Honest.

No, no, come on. In
the truck. Come on.

David.

Davey McAllister.

Okay, I've got that.

If he's only 12 years old, he
can't qualify as your crazy man.

Maybe that's who
he's covering for.

He won't give any answers
about his family or where he lives.

And he should be
in school some place.

Okay. Well, I'll get in touch with
Missing Persons and county juvenile.

You stay in touch.

See, there's our friend
Grossman. There goes Jeb Turner.

Can I ever drive one?

Have to be old enough
for a driver's license.

Man, those are so
neat. Those cars.

I wish my grandpa
could see them.

Davey, you live with your grandpa,
right? What about your mother and father?

My dad is on a
tanker. Oil tanker.

He's an engineer.

Oh, yeah? What about your mom?

I don't have any.

Davey, I'm gonna
ask you one more time.

Where do you go to
school? Where do you live?

Okay, my man. If you don't wanna
tell us, we can't take you home.

Gonna have to take
you to juvenile detention.

Now you got the ball,
what do you wanna do?

Okay, it's back at
Mulholland, where we were.

All right. Come on.

Now, look, he's headed toward those
houses. I think people leave food out here.

I wanna get this sh*t.

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

Hi, Gypsy, come in.

- Oh, come on, Gypsy.
- Oh, Gypsy.

Okay, don't miss, pea brain.

Oh, that's clever.

No chance.

[WHIMPERING]

- Gypsy!
- Gypsy! What happened?

- Look at his leg.
- Look.

Look, it hit her. This...
This thing hit her.

DAVEY: Yeah, this is it.

[HORN HONKS]

It's okay. Oh, baby.

Let's go.

Is that the boy in that car?

Break, break, any smoking?

Off-duty CHP Officer
Poncherello in a blue pickup...

pursuing a suspect eastbound
Mulholland from Sturgis toward the 405.

Any units wishing
to assist, identify.

10-4, Ponch, 7 Charles. I
can back you up at the 405.

[HORN HONKING]

- We've gotta get to a doctor.
- Gypsy's in pain.

Cool it!

Panic has caused enough damage.
There are people hurt up there.

You're under arrest.
Now, don't you move.

Do you need an ambulance?

-Yes, two. Is that boy in
that wagon? BONNIE: No.

15, 7 Charles, I
have a multiple TC...

"northbound 405,
person off ramp.

The ramp is blocked.

I need two tow trucks
and two ambulances.

S4, 7 Charles, you still in
contact with Mary 3 and 4?

Affirmative, 54. Stand by.

Must have started tumbling
when it came through the fence.

It's a duplicate of the
one we found in the tree.

Sarge wants one of you.

How are we gonna
tell him we lost the boy?

Well, why don't you just
say "sarge, we lost the boy"?

54, Mary 3 and 4.

About the boy, he's listed in
Ventura County as a kidnap victim.

They're trying to reach
his father. Bring him in.

Uh, sarge, uh...

Grandpa.

Grandpa.

[RUSTLING]

Davey. Davey. Davey.

Grandpa.

Hey, Ponch, you should've
come back to the Grand

Prix yesterday. It was
a lot of excitement.

Ah, you guys
are living too fast.

- See you later, bro.
- Yeah.

Here's the plan, Ponch. We're gonna
break the Grand Prix track record.

Another star in the CHP
Central crown, huh? Terrific?

Sounds great. What's
it gonna cost me?

I'm the designated driver
and you support me as a team.

And you want me to
have experience, practice

time, right, before
the biggie, huh?

What's it gonna cost me?

It's, uh, four laps for $5.

Four laps for $5?

And each backer is
contributing 5 bucks.

Plan B, give me 5 and I'll break
the record and bring you change.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Uh, not to denigrate your
prowess, Poncherello...

but, uh, the advantage of
my lesser size and weight...

will be the reduction of the
power-to-drag ratio. I'll win quicker.

Yeah, and we'll have more
excess money for the victory party.

[CHUCKLES]

Okay, I'm in.

[CHUCKLING]

After all, it's only 5 bucks.

He's in, Harlan.
He already said it.

That's right, he did, didn't he?

Is he all right?

These two bolts put a crossbow
up there two days running.

Now, I'd say
poaching for profit.

I know their market's
selling venison.

A lot of it comes in frozen.

Fresh, it brings premium prices.

I'll check the meat markets.

- Poncherello, Carruthers, Fish and Game.
- Hi.

Would you give him
those addresses, please?

Yeah, sure.

These are the guys we think you
want. Arnold Keith, he's a wood-carver.

The truck belongs to 3 Cleveland Artel.
Same address, has a back room there.

Thanks a lot. Big help.
I'll check these out.

Okay. Uh, Frank
Poncherello, Ed McAllister.

Davey's dad, he just drove down.

Hi.

Howdy. I understand
you and your partner...

- were searching half the night.
- Heh. Yes.

Jon's on his way. He went
to change. What's the story?

I think my father has flipped
his wig, if you wanna know.

It's Davey's grandfather.

Davey stays with him when
Mr. McAllister is out to sea.

He'll be the one who
fired the arrow into the car.

- He kidnapped the boy?
- He picked him up at school last week.

Some of the kids thought
he was being kidnapped.

- Well, you know where to find him?
- No.

My ship came in three days ago.

I found this note at the house.

"Time for David to
learn his heritage.

Going to ancient tribal home."

Ancient tribal home.

I don't know where that is.

- You don't?
- No.

I'm part Chumash, part Cahuilla.

My people were all
over Southern California.

Well, we have him zeroed in
the Santa Monica Mountains.

Davey will be safe if he's with a
man who knows how to live in the wild.

Are you kidding? My
father was born in Burbank.

The wildest place he's ever
seen is the San Diego Zoo.

He's a businessman.

He owns three gasoline stations.

Cars he knows about.

He's never even
been camping before.

Okay, okay, hold it.
Davey knew we were cops.

So there's only one place
he could've seen us in uniform.

Maybe we can
track him from there.

Ahem. Jon? Hey, don't change.

You changed? Well,
don't change back.

No, I've got Davey's
father here with me.

Yeah, bring the truck and meet me
where we found the crossbow bow. Right.

-You got a car? ED: Yeah.

All right, follow me.
Oh, if it's okay with you?

Who, me?

Come on.

I'm just a sergeant.

First time we were here, we
were on our motors in uniform.

We parked where we
just now stopped, so he

must've seen us from
some place around here.

Now, if we can't...

Jon?

Ed? Jon?

BAKER: Ponch, over here.

- Ponch, watch your step.
- Okay, okay.

- What, you find a trail?
- No, I lost my contact lens.

[CLEARS THROAT]

- I think I have a trail right over here.
- Ah.

Okay, uh, I'll follow you guys.

I don't know these
hills very well.

PONCH: I don't
see anything, Jon.

BAKER: It's partly
what you feel.

But tracking is pure instinct.

Oh, there's so many.

Look for the slightest clue
and, uh, expect the unexpected.

Look. Footprints.

Ed. Ed McAllister.

Someone has been
through here recently.

Looks like two
guys, maybe three.

- Ponch.
- Hm?

I think it was us. Heh-heh-heh.

Ed, where are you? Let's let him lead for
a while. Indians are good at this stuff.

Why don't you holler?

Because if they're
trying to hide, they'll run.

All right, I'll go this way.

Hold on, Jon.

How. We're friendly.

I suppose you're looking for me.

- Davey McAllister's grandpa?
- Nathan Little Crow.

-Dad. NATHAN: Eddie.

- Eddie, what are you doing here, son?
- Dad.

- What happened to you?
- I got lost.

I told you guys I'm not
that kind of an Indian.

Neither is my father.

Dad, you can't just
take a kid out of school.

You should have talked
to the school board

or something. He's got
to have his education.

I didn't take him out
forever, he'll go back.

Don't you call
this an education?

Learning the ways of his people,
learning how nature works...

seeing the stars at night,
breathing the fresh air?

Why not wait for
summer vacation?

Because I have hay
fever in the summer.

Besides, somebody had to teach
him. You never wanted to learn.

You never asked me what I
wanted. You sent me to college.

- Are you gonna tell me that was wrong?
- Dad, I'm telling you this is wrong. This!

I want you both back where you belong.
You can't cope with the dangers out here.

Dangers out here? Tell me about
that car that k*lled his mother, Ed...

that stupid w*r that
almost took your life...

those kids in the street with
knives, the peddlers that sell dope.

Hey, look, this is paradise, that's a
jungle. That is where he has to survive.

And win because I will teach him who he
is and why he is, like my father taught me.

Your father taught you
to be an auto mechanic.

These are for
drying rabbit skin...

but we love rabbits, so
Grandpa doesn't sh**t them.

PONCH: Who built your
shelter? Your grandpa?

- Mostly. I helped some.

You guys go to the Grand
Prix race track very often?

Sometimes I can hear
those cars up here at night.

Man, they are so neat.

Well, we're gonna
have a contest there.

Maybe you'd like
to come and watch.

It's not very far.

DAVEY: My dad used to
drive race cars. Didn't you, Dad?

Sports cars, once upon a time.

Davey, we've gotta break camp.

Do we have to?

Grandpa's decision.

Davey, I brought you here
for all the reasons I told you.

There was another reason too.

I came looking for my own self,
trying to find myself through you.

And I guess I went
about it the wrong way.

When our people make
a mistake, they admit it.

And I admit it, Davey.

What we're going to do is start all
over again. This time the right way.

The three of us. Together.

DAVEY: Good bye.

Davey, why don't you go up front
and get the rope? I'll tie this stuff down.

ED: I'll go back and get some more.
- All right.

Look at this.

This is a new suburb or
something they're building.

Who is this?

Hello.

Hey, hey, hey.

Arnie, look at this.

What is this?

This must be the
jerk who sh*t my car.

- Put a hole in my brand-new car, huh? Huh?
- Ha-ha-ha.

Boy. Look at this stuff.

[WHOOPING]

Wait a minute, Arnie. I'm gonna
have to huff, I'm gonna have to puff...

I'm gonna have to knock
this hermit's thing down.

[YELLING]

ARNIE: Yahoo!

Oh, not in my
shirt! Will you...?

ED“. Dad! DAVEY: Grandpa!

ARNIE: Ha-ha-ha.
- Hey.

Come on. Come on.

Dad.

The poachers, Dad.
The guys who chased me.

I'm okay. I'm not hurt.

I'll get the cops.

Davey, come back.

We followed their trail for 40
or 50 yards, then we lost them.

Dad said the big
one had a crossbow.

We still gotta catch
them in the act.

- Well, in the old days...
- Grandpa!

Your grandpa's all right, Davey.

Two against one,
Davey. It wasn't fair.

- The Fish and Game guy is coming.
- We don't have anything concrete, but...

Hold on. He started to say
something about "in the old days"?

Yeah, you don't chase the
poachers, you bring them to you.

The deer will stay.

All right, you take cover here.

Hold it! Police!

[ENGINE STARTS]

- Okay, we'll surround them. Get your car.
- All right.

Come on, come on.

Oh, great. I need that.

Turn around.

Cleve.

Cleve? Cleve!

Try that, try that.
Over there, over there.

Hold on.

- Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.
- Cleve!

- Cleve.
- Yeah.

I think we're in bad trouble.

Officer... Officers,
we surrender.

Come on, we surrender.

Grossie, give me a ticket.

- Give him a ticket.
- No.

- Come, on man, give him a ticket.
- Gotta give him a ticket.

- You're so stingy.
- Yeah, that's right.

- Give him a ticket.
- Okay, okay, okay.

But Harlan's our driver.

Did you see that?

I can't believe that Jon
is getting hooked on this.

It's kids' stuff.

Kids' stuff. I don't even know
why we contribute to the fund.

I mean, so you
break the track record.

So what? They don't
even give you a trophy.

- No trophy?
- It's foolish. No.

Ponch, Harlan's our driver.

I gotta get more
tickets. I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

He's doing okay. If he
can stay on the track.

And hit that turn real good.

- I didn't do too well. How about you?
- Oh, I was great in the infield.

Not too good on the track.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Fast. Time and a half.

Go!

[CHEERING]

Go, go, go!

[ALL CHATTERING]

Come on.

[ALL CHATTERING]

Kids' stuff.

[ALL LAUGHING AND CHEERING]