04x18 - The Hawk and the Hunter

[bunniefuu]

Hey, that's your father?

That's my father.

What's he doing?

Working, I guess. His place is
only a couple miles from here.

Yeah, I know.

But Baricza took him
to the hospital yesterday.

You know, crop dusters
never die, they just spray away.

[LAUGHS]

How you like that?
Somebody messing up your life!

[ENGINE RATTLES]

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

Hey, Barry, your father's
flying today. That's great.

It's idiotic. He shouldn't be up there.
He ought to be strapped to a board.

- Why? What's wrong?
- Fell and hurt his back again.

His spine must look like
a stack of walnuts. Huh.

I'd like to be back at the field when
he lands and ring his thick neck.

Heh. Yeah, that'd be
like choking a fire hose.

[ALL LAUGHING]

[ENGINE CONTINUES SPUTTERING]

He's lost power.

I thought you were tending
that accident back there.

And I thought I was gonna
pick you up in a bucket.

You're lucky you didn't slice that crate
on a power line or smash it into the trees.

- What'd you think you were doing?
- I was landing.

I was over there dusting Al
Bishop's field and I lost a magneto.

I told Bishop I'd do
that job this afternoon.

Good, because I
didn't get it done.

- Who let you out of the hospital?
- Me. I got bored. How you doing?

BAKER: Pretty good.
- How you doing?

Dad, what do you
wanna do? Go for surgery

and let them fuse the
only spine you've got?

Look, Barry, it's my back.
Now, get off it, will you?

Say, you boys got
time for a cup of coffee?

Uh, yeah, who made
it, you or your wife?

[LAUGHS]

- No, she's not here yet. It's mine.
- Hey, what's that?

PETE: Oh, that's graffiti.

Listen, it's about time you get back
on duty, huh? I'll go fix the old bird.

Well, that wasn't there last night
when I locked up. Who did it?

- Oh, I don't know.
- Dad.

Well, I don't know exactly.

Hey, Pete, I heard about
your coffee. I'd like to try some.

"Dust furniture.
Leave nature alone"?

"Bugs don't k*ll people.
People k*ll people?

- When did this start, Pete?
- About a month ago. The letters anyway.

Only the second time
he showed up in a truck.

Second time? Why
didn't you tell me?

Well, I'm telling you now.

I didn't wanna say anything.
It wasn't that big a deal.

You know, you see the guy loves
nature, and he wants to stop me.

I love nature and
I'm not gonna stop.

He used to tell the story about some
hawks that k*lled some chickens...

so the farmers went out
and they hired a hunter.

The hunter when in, he
wiped out all the hawks.

So with no hawks to stop
them, the rats took over.

I know what that guy is talking about,
some of that stuff we used to use.

We don't use that
anymore. At least I don't.

What I use is safe.

Longest speech he's
made in seven years.

Have you reported the guy?

Yeah, sure. Department of
Agriculture, the FAA and the sheriff.

And I kind of think I
scared him off myself today.

- Mom know about him?
- The letters, yes. The trucks, no.

And don't you say anything to
her about it. I'll do that my own way.

Okay. I'm off at
2:30. I'll be here at 4.

Can I trust you to
stay on the ground?

I spend half my life
on the ground, son.

Hi there.

Looks like we're neighbors.

Do you need some help?

Hey, listen, if you don't want
anybody crashing your site, that's cool.

I mean, that's why
I'm here too, okay?

Oh, I'm Shawna McKenzie.

Hey, I hope you don't think I was wacko
doing my yoga on the table over there.

It's just I'm not
good enough yet...

where I can get those little black
ants out of my mind. You know?

But, I mean, isn't
the air fantastic?

There is not one trace of smog.

Oh, boy. A little
knowledge and girlish glee.

Huh?

Smog, chemicals, pesticides,
pollution. Who fights it, you?

No. Nobody.

They put in high and fly.

Somebody's gotta wise up fast or
pollution's gonna put the human race away.

[CHUCKLES]

Wow. You really sound like somebody
who's in touch with themselves.

That's really
important, you know?

I mean...

so many of us
are like a sketch...

that some artist just abandoned
halfway through. Right?

I mean, if you can't validate your own
feelings, you are not a complete person.

You know what I'm trying to say?

Uh... Oh, what do I call you?

My name is
Pickett. Lyle Pickett.

Hi.

[BOTH LAUGH]

DISPATCH [OVER RADIO]:
Attention all units. A major 11-71.

Pacific Coast Highway
at Federal Canyon.

L.A.S.O. is requesting all
available units for 11-84.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

I didn't park there to take a nap.
I parked there to monitor traffic.

And you fell asleep and didn't
really wake up until you hit the car.

I'm not ducking it, Joe. It's
in the report. It was my fault.

Driving a patrol car
40, 50 hours a week,

crop-dusting every
afternoon, every weekend.

Barry, you're pushing
yourself too hard.

Excuse me. Am I interrupting?

Yes. What is it?

Baricza's cruiser. It'll be
repaired and ready by morning.

- Thank you.
- I'm also taking care of the car he hit.

- There's very little damage.
- Thank you.

- You look tired, worried.
- Thank you, Harlan.

Right.

Barry...

I understand your family
commitment, but resolve it.

Get it off your mind.

Because I don't wanna
see you k*lling yourself.

[SIREN WAILING]

TURNER: L.A. 15., 7 David
in pursuit. Late model Firebird.

Route 319. X-ray X-ray Charles.

Southbound Aviation, approaching
Inglewood. Speeding and possible drunk.

Heading east on Inglewood.

7 Adam. Inglewood,
west of Darcy.

50 Mary 3 and 4,
eastbound 85th and Rincon.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

BAKER: Left hand on your neck.

Joe, I almost hit Jeb Turner.

So you quit the patrol? That's a
little bit out of perspective, Barry.

- Turner says it was his fault.
- Wrong.

My attention was off, my reaction
was slow. I'm spread too thin.

Maybe, for the moment.

But you're a good cop.

Right. And I'm
going out a good cop.

I owe the patrol a lot, but I
owed my dad and mother first.

Their little operation
out there is...

Well, it's their whole world,
and I can't let them lose it.

[SIGHS]

Okay. Sign out on vacation.
You got six days coming.

In the meantime, I'll see that
your termination papers are ready.

Sure.

You flat-spotted a practically
new set of tires, you know?

Don't tell me your problems.
I'm practically a civilian.

Well, any ideas?

Hi.

Knock, knock.

It's me, Shawna.

You want some blackberries?

They're fresh.

Well, they were fresher this morning when
I picked them, but they're still fresh.

"Federal Food and Drug
Administration report on pesticides.”

And read that.
Make yourself sick.

I guess you watch a lot, huh?

Protest rallies and
sit-ins and everything.

Ha-ha-ha.

No. I mean, really.

See, right now I'm
looking for who I am.

I am. I'm trying to find
out how to be counted.

Well, don't bother marching
because they pay no attention.

Well, then what do you do?

You take action.

I lost my brother in Vietnam.

And why do you bring that up?

Wondering what you were doing
over there when you got hurt.

How did you know
that I was in Nam?

There's a bumper sticker on your truck from
the VA hospital, which makes you a vet.

And if you hadn't been hurt, you wouldn't
have been in a hospital. Pretty good, huh?

All right, you get out now.

I've got things to do.

Lyle...

you're not a nice person.

Yes, I am.

Shawna. Yes, I am. I
don't like what I have to do.

It's a last resort.

I like airplanes, I always have.

But I wouldn't use
them to poison people.

Would you?

I can't relate to
that, Lyle. I just can't.

Yeah, well, just forget it.

What happens to me doesn't matter.
It's stopping them, that's what matters.

We have company.

Yeah, there's trouble,
Barry. But it's not serious.

Mr. Quong from the
farmers co-op is here.

And I called the ecology
council, Mrs. Drew came out.

But you just listen.
It's gonna be all right.

All right. Come in, son.
You know Jim Quong.

- Hi, Mr. Quong.
- Hi.

Mrs. Drew, this is my son, Barry.
He's gonna be here full-time now.

- Nice to meet you.
- What's going on?

We've got these letters.

Every one of our customers,
threatening letters stuck in the mailbox.

You might tell
him about my field.

Well, yeah, there was some
vandalism up at Jim's farm, but...

One of you could've
told me about that truck.

Well, your mother's a
little upset, Barry, but...

Son, what are you gonna do?

Call some friends.

Now, look, son, I don't want you
to worry about this. I can handle it.

Nobody's gonna scare these
men either, I can tell you that.

Mange? Baricza. How you doing?

Listen, there's been some
vandalism out here at one of the farms.

Could you put out a 10-21
for Baker and Poncherello?

I'd say it must have been
right around 4:00 this morning.

That's when the
dogs were barking.

- Happen to any other farms?
- No.

I'm the chairman of the co-op.

This is kind of a warning to
the others, the way I see it.

Hey.

That's a funny thing to
find in a place like this.

What is it?

A campsite receipt.
County Park over at Saugus.

Hi.

Can I help you?

You have the right
to remain silent...

on the grounds that all the
blood is rushing to your head.

Well...

I can see you know nothing about
separating the mind from the body.

See anything you like?

I think I see a flower child.

Who's your neighbor?

I haven't the foggiest.

Listen, maybe you can help me.

I'm trying to locate a guy who
drives a dirty one-ton pickup truck...

with a fish pole CB antenna.

The kind of truck you use to haul a
camper shell like that one over there.

Hmm.

So isn't this where I'm supposed
to say, "What's the beef"?

I mean, to me,
a truck is a truck.

Well, this guy may have a beef, a fixation,
about ecology, pesticides, pollution.

We think he needs a little help.

Well, like, I don't
think I was born to help.

Well, why don't you try it? More and
more people are doing it these days.

Fewer and fewer
are dropping out.

You are deep.

Hey, how do you say that?

"Poncherello."

If you have an inkling,
contact any CHP office.

Poncherello.

BARICZA: Hey, I'll do that.

Oh, that's fine. Just fine.
You know, I'm not cr*pple yet.

We'll pretend you are while
you're under the doctor's care.

- I'll do the lifting.
- That's fine.

But the doc didn't say
I wasn't supposed to

whip your butt if you
give me too much lip.

Let's not either one of
us push our luck, okay?

[PETE SCOFFS THEN
BARICZA CHUCKLES]

VERA: Barry.

Jordan just called. Said
to tell you his field's ready.

Okay. If Ponch and Jon
come by while I'm gone...

they'll be ready for
coffee. Your coffee.

Oh, come on, will you?

You watch out now, son.

- If you see that man...
- Vera, don't nag.

You know, I think everything's
gonna work out just fine.

I warned you all.

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

Yeah. No, I don't know how soon
it'll be. I'll have one of them call you.

Yeah, today.

Bye.

- Jon, Barry's down.
- What? Where?

The engine's acting up again.

Jim Quong telephoned.
Oh, Barry's okay.

- Here, just up Mountain Road.
- Does Pete know?

Pete over went to help.
I'm beginning to think

it's a little late for that
old bucket of bolts.

-Pete?

No, the airplane. Pete
will hold up a while longer.

Yeah.

They love that old bird.

Like father, like son.
So they keep it flying.

If it hadn't been for
Barry, I think Pete

would've thrown up his
hands a long while ago.

I know I would've.

Why don't you trade it
off? It'll bring a good price.

Oh, it's not just the airplane,
it's... It's the whole shebang.

Oh, don't let on to Barry.

It's well worth the
struggle to know that

he'll have this and
our son will be secured.

It's a relief to
see him take over.

Though sometimes I think that it's
just as dangerous as police work.

No, thank you. I'll take
a run over there, okay?

[PHONE RINGS]

Baricza's Air Service.

No, he isn't. Can I help you?

Your remember the time you
and I tore down that old Eaglerock?

That one I bought up in Oregon?

I remember. It's the
airplane I soloed in.

That's right.

Well, I saw that
old tub last week...

in a museum.

Just sitting there
for people to gawk at.

Well, every dog has
its day, Dad, even you.

Oh, well, now that I got a smart
young pup nipping at my heels...

maybe I'll just perk
up a little bit, huh?

- I'll take that.
- Sure.

- Thanks. Heh.
- Ha-ha-ha.

-Hi, Jon. BAKER: How you doing?

PETE: All right.

No license plates, no headlights,
no stoplights. You're illegal.

How'd you find us?

Your mother told me
to look for a dirty bird.

- How you gonna get it out of here?
- Easier than getting in.

I popped an oil line climbing out when
that character came at me with his truck.

- Hmm. Did you tell your dad?
- No way.

He'd try to keep me from
flying and do it himself.

He's too proud to quit, Jon.

I guess I can't win for losing.

You bloodhounds do any
good at Jim Quong's farm?

Well, Sherlock Poncherello
came up with a clue.

I rode over to tell you that
I think from the letters...

and the vandalizing of the
field, this guy is really dangerous.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, I don't scare very easy.

Neither does my son.

See you back at the VO.

You know, if that was my
son, I'd be a little worried.

Well, forced landing is
kind of a way of life with us.

He's up to it. He
loves it, always has.

You know, I talked
your wife today, Pete...

and she said you'd always
fought to save the business.

That's right.

- For Barry?
- Sure.

You sure he wants it?

Heh. Wants it? Of course he
does. That's why he quit the patrol.

See, I think he quit the patrol
to save the business for you.

To save it for me? I don't need him for
that. Soon as my back heals I'll be fine.

Well, then you should
make sure he knows that.

We've talked about it.

Yeah, but sometimes you
talk and you don't communicate.

What are you
trying to do, Baker?

You trying to get him back in
one of those uniforms, is that it?

No. I just wanna make sure
you both get what you want.

I got three things
to say to you.

We are. It's our business.

Butt out.

Jon, wait a minute, will you?

Look, I'm sorry.

Okay, I'll ask him about it.

Sure, you'll ask him, and he'll
tell you what you wanna hear.

Then he'll ask you,
and you'll do the same.

All right, all right,
I won't ask him.

But I'm gonna find out.

Pete, you know, you two can go
on kidding each other for years.

No.

If he doesn't wanna
be here, I'll find out.

See you later.

Hey, you know, what we're
looking for is a rolling mud pie.

Could've washed it right here, put
that camper shell on for a new look.

I think we just... Hey, Ponch.

So I didn't see him leave.

- Does he ever talk about airplanes?
- And ships, and shoes, and sealing wax.

He mentioned the name Baricza?

[LAUGHING]

That sounds like a sneeze.

Pete Baricza, he
runs an air service.

This guy, or someone, has
tried to k*ll him three times.

Well, don't involve me.

Don't involve you
in anything, right?

Just let you escape back into the '60s,
or wherever it is you think you're hiding.

I have a right to my
private identity, don't I?

Shawna, the man needs help.

Well, nobody's helping me.

Well, maybe you don't need it.

You already know how
to stand on your head.

Poncherello?

His name is Lyle Pickett.

Ask for him at the VA
hospital. I think he was there.

Feel better?

All right.

Pickett was a helicopter gunner.

His ship was sh*t
down, he was captured...

brainwashed, mentally
tortured if you will.

He's a psychological casualty.

What did he do, run away?

No, no, he's a volunteer
patient. He came in for treatment.

Last released by his
doctor six weeks ago.

What was his assignment in Nam?

His outfit's primary
mission was to

eliminate Cong hiding
places in the jungles.

Defoliation?

Agent Orange.

Bingo.

You served in Nam?

Yeah, but, heh, I got out lucky.

A sensitive, decent young
man, till they warped his mind.

These are the
saddest cases we have.

Well, let's hope we can find
this one before it gets any sadder.

Thank you, doctor.

Lyle, I've been running away.

But when you think you're
doing that, you're really not.

You're really running
towards something, you know?

And we're all a part of
each other, aren't we?

That's just my luck. I
hook up with an evangelist.

No. But I am tripping
on helping people.

There were men
here looking for you.

- Who?
- Two.

A very nice cop
and his friend... Lyle?

Lyle. Wait a minute.
They wanna help you.

They told me they wanna
help you. I wanna help you too.

If you leave, I can't help
you. Come on, Lyle, wait.

[PHONE RINGING]

Baricza Air Service.

Yeah, Al it's Barry.

Listen, I got her loaded
up. I'll be taking off in five.

Great.

Dad, where have you
been? I'm going nuts here.

Al Bishop's waiting, I've
gotta fertilize his field,

I had to load the airplane,
the phone's ringing.

Son, you let the answering
service take your calls.

That way people get to
know your office hours.

Okay. Where's Mom?

You gonna be here now?

No, by golly, and we
got you to thank for that.

By the way, we're gonna
take the Cessna, so

I canceled your flying
lessons for Saturday.

- What?
- All except for ground school.

But we're gonna be back
in a week or so anyway.

Back? From where?

Monterey.

We're gonna fly up and
see Jim and Donna Kirk.

Your mother said we shouldn't leave yet.
And I said, "Vera, he's a grown man now.

He knows the business, loves the
business, and he wants the business.

He can handle it."

And so, son, ha-ha-ha...

I'm giving you the business.

[CHUCKLES]

- Pete? Sergeant Getraer is here.
- Hi, Joe, nice to see you again.

- Mr. Baricza, how are you?
- Fine, thank you.

Barry, Jon called in about the man
who's been trying to sabotage you.

I phoned your folks and told them
that we'll have a man on the ground...

wherever you're gonna spray
or dust till we catch this fella.

Here are your
termination papers.

He said he had them ready, so I
said, "Why don't you bring them on out?"

Well, now wait a minute,
I'm still on vacation time.

Right, you drop pay till Friday.

- Sign right here.
- Just hold it. Don't rush me.

Rush?

This is what you've
wanted all your life, son.

What you've wanted,
Dad, and it's fine.

And, Ma, I know you've always
worried about me being a cop.

But you are one,
aren't you, son?

Well, you probably don't
need me here anymore.

Your friend Baker said you
quit the patrol to save this for me.

I'd have quit years ago if I
thought you didn't want it.

Why didn't you speak up? You
know, you might've let me ruin your life.

Why didn't he speak up?

I suppose it's my fault.

There's a rock in Griffith Park
that says, "Pete loves Vera."

He carved it in 1938.

Got around to
telling me in 1946.

Well, Dad?

Go dust Al Bishop's field.

We'll wait till you get back.

The girl from the campground called. She
thinks that Lyle Pickett's coming this way.

Not coming. He's here.

[MOTOR REVVING]

Get out of the truck.

- Here you are, sergeant.
- Thank you, Miss McKenzie.

Well, what do you think
is gonna happen to Lyle?

I mean, did I help
him or did I hurt him?

We got him before he
committed a really serious crime.

I think you helped him a lot.

Doing time in a hospital beats
doing time in prison, believe me.

Question is did
you help yourself?

I don't know, maybe. You sure got
me out of that dropout trip, though.

I don't know what
gets it for me yet...

but there's a lot of things I'm
qualified to do, and I'm gonna try.

Good. Thanks for your
statement, Miss McKenzie.

Be sure we know where you
are in case we need to reach you.

We do.

- Sarge?
- Hmm?

Listen, my dad
called from Monterey.

He's giving the Stearman to the air
museum to park beside the Eaglerock.

Oh, you don't know
about the Eaglerock?

Okay, well, anyway, this friend
of his wants to buy that property.

Your termination papers?

Yeah, in all the excitement,
you forgot and left them out there.

Uh, they're not signed.

Uh, no. My dad's
selling out. Retiring.

I'd be out of a job in a month.

Any old port in the storm, huh?

That's exactly what I don't
want the troops to think.

That's why I kind
of sneaked in here.

I'm kind of hoping that
you can find some way

to let them know that
I'm not crawling back...

that I never wanted to
quit. In fact, I never did.

That'd be kind of hard
to get across, Barry.

But for old time's
sake, I'll do this for you.

- Thanks.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Uh...