05x20 - Flare Up

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "CHiPs". Aired: September 15, 1977 - May 1, 1983.*
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Series follows the lives of two motorcycle officers of the California Highway Patrol.
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05x20 - Flare Up

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Brian, charge some goodies

on your old man's
credit card?

- 'Don't have any money.'
- No need.

I have brought us
a liquid lunch box.

Now, the chef here
is really first rate.

I'm lucky
to be working for him.

You're pretty good yourself.

Where'd you learn to cook?

Up north.

Looks like a couple
of cafeteria drones.

You know what this school
really needs?

We need a servant's entrance.

Oh, hear, hear.

You know, I'm telling you,
Sheila cried for an hour

over why I asked her
why she was two hours late.

Emotional spontaneous
combustion.

Nah, Sheila's
not like that.

- 4 o'clock.
- Think so, huh?

Hey, this time of year, man

Santa Ana wind,
every day, 4 o'clock.

3:47.

Yeah, 4 o'clock,
plus or minus.

Yeah. Maybe that's why
Sheila acts so strange.

You know, people act weird
when the Santa Anas blow.

Eddie, don't say anything.

Those guys can
get you fired.

You there, what's
for dinner tonight?

Probably the gray stuff

If set they help out the honey.

Oh, yeah,
the old mister and me.

Come on, no hard feelings.

Have a Brewski.

Don't complain.
It's imported.

Suck death,
you preppie dips!

Uh-oh. Cool it,
cool it, cool it.

Who, me, officer?

Ooh, roll up the window, honey,
and keep the dust out.

Lock the doors.

That's good.

Let me see your driver's
license, please.

Would you like to tell me
how much you had to drink?

Nothing. Nothing,
I promise. No way.

Officer, please,
Eddie's not drunk.

Ow!

Aah!

You stay right here.

Are you alright?

Gas! I smell chlorine gas.

- Oh, my children, my children!
- Okay, kids, hold your breath!

Bonnie, there's something in
there leaking chlorine gas.

- Get these people out of here.
- Okay.

Come on.

Hold your breath.

Ponch!

Come on, hurry it up.

Mommy, mommy! No!

Let go. Get her.

I got her.

Fire! The fire!

Take it easy. Be careful!

Get back! Get back!
Get Back!

Stay back!

- Get in.
- Wait.

Jon.

I think he got a lung-full.

The medics are
on the way.

I just got scared, okay.

Alright, you might've gotten a
speeding ticket, but that's all.

Eddie, we told the truth
about the beer.

He would have believed us.

Believe?

I know all about that.

It's a phony word.

It's got lie right
in the middle of it.

- What?
- Spell it. Come on, go on.

- B-E--
- L-I-E. Lie.

- See?
- Eddie, that's not funny.

I'm sorry.

It's the kind
of games you learn

at the Hamptonville
Work Farm.

Hamptonville?

It's a work farm.

Reform school, that's,
that's where I learned to cook.

Uh, before I was 18,
I did 3 years there

and every time I got busted,
I was zonked on beer.

Oh, Eddie, I'm sorry.
I didn't know that.

They know that.

And I'm not a juvie anymore.

I mean, they get me now

they're gonna hit me
with some hard time.

Eddie, I've never
seen you drink.

I don't. I'm straight.

I wanna stay that way
if they'll let me.

Come on.

Who'd wanna trade
a home like this

'for some Graybar Hotel?'

- This is your home?
- Oh, no, I wish.

Uh, I live, uh, with my
grandfather behind the garage.

- Really?
- He's the caretaker.

Wow!

Come on.
Come on.

Wow!

Granddad?

This is Marie,
who I told you about.

Granddad Cross.

Nice to meet you.

Marie, I'm pleased.

Um, I'm sorry we were late.

There was, uh, an accident
on the old road.

Oh, yes. They said so
on the radio.

Uh, people were hurt.

Yeah, we, uh, we had to wait
to get around.

- What happened to your eye?
- I was..

O-one of the waitresses

uh, c-coming out
of the kitchen

she hit me with the door.

'I think he's gonna be okay.'

- 'Right.'
- Sure.

It'll be hurry
out there for a while.

'Yes, it was.'

What's the story here?

They just brought him up

and he's gonna be just fine.

Are all the rest of you sick?

Oh, I'm just here
to tell Baricza

to get back on duty.

I'm here to walk
Bonnie to her car.

Right.

Oh, I'm just
fooling around.

Mm-hmm.

How'd he get
the chlorine gas?

Was there a tanker involved?

No, soda pop
and laundry bleach.

Separately they're nothing,
but you mix them together--

Synergistic reaction.

Yeah, like, uh, scotch
and sleeping pills, real deadly.

'Chlorine gas affects
the nervous system.'

'How much did he get?'

Oh, well, you can see him now.

Thank you, doc.

Are you his doctor?

Between house calls.
Patricia Fairfield.

Hi. I'm his supervisor,
Joe Getraer.

How is he?

Well, X-ray
and ultrasound

have shown no damage
to the lungs

but we're gonna run
some further tests.

Well, if you're sure you're okay

I stopped that kid and I forgot
to return his license to him--

Well, do it. Return it. I don't
know what the fuss is about.

I got a snootful of
a little irritant.

I get it by the gallon
every day on the freeway.

- Hi.
- Hi.

How you doing?

Yeah, I'm feeling
kind of weak. Mm.

Could you excuse
us now, please?

Oh. Mm-hmm.

Get your strength back, partner.

Okay.

We'll keep him
the usual 24 hours.

Any change, I will
call you personally.

You're very thoughtful,
Dr. Fairfield.

It's my pleasure.

Hey, how's he doing?

Oh, he's sinking
real fast.

No, the nurse is in there
looking for vital signs.

Hmm.

I stopped him
for speeding

and I forgot to return
his license.

That's all
there is to it.

You see, Eddie has
a juvenile record.

Sometimes I worry
in spite of myself.

He seems to have
this feeling that he's, uh

being pestered,
you know, put upon.

He's trying
to overcome it, but--

How? By drinking?

Oh, no, no, not anymore.

You see, after his father
d*ed in-in Vietnam

he really went off
the deep end.

Since he's been with me,
about a year and a half now

I think he's really
applying himself.

Well, we had an emergency,
Mr. Cross, a serious one.

Other people stood around
but not your grandson.

He jumped in. He helped.

Oh, good.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Thank you.

- Have a good day.
- Thank you.

- Oh!
- Pardon me.

You were with an Eddie Cross
this afternoon?

You see, I'd like
to talk to him.

Uh, well, we're just
about to close. Uh..

Can you wait
just a minute?

Sure.

Thank you.

Eddie! Eddie,
that-that's cop's outside.

He wants to see you.

Tell him I'm not here.

I-I can't. I already..
He knows.

Come on.
It can't be that bad.

Alright. He wants
to hassle me, that's fine.

'Cause I'm not
some two bit patsy.

I mean, he's in trouble.

Eddie, don't do that.

He gave me this eye.
Baby, you're my witness.

He's gonna pay.

- You wanted to see me, right?
- Hey, I was..

That eye looks real bad, son.

It ought to.

You shoved my face
down hard enough

into the steering wheel.

I what?

It's okay, man. No sweat.

You got a warrant?

I'm ready. You don't even
need any handcuffs.

You just take me down
to some place

where I can file
my complaint.

- Eddie!
- Uh, hold it, ma'am.

It's alright.

I came by to give you your
driver's license, son

and to thank you
for helping with the fire.

Now, I think you're
a little mixed up.

You ought to have
a doctor look at that eye.

It's a cop-out, man!

Hit him first and then
offer a bandage, right?

You're gonna be hearing
from me, smokey, I promise.

Hey, Ponch, Bear.

Hey, Jon. Didn't expect
to see you back so soon.

I-I told you guys nothing
was wrong with me.

Oh, well, we knew that
but we figured

it'd take you two
or three days to get over it.

Yeah, I heard
a pretty foxy doctor.

Not to mention
a real cute nurse.

I thought you kinda turned
her on, you know what I mean?

You guys know me
better than that.

I wouldn't stay in a hospital

just to be near a pretty nurse.

Besides, she's off
tonight and tomorrow.

Oh, hey, I'm glad I ran
into you guys.

I, uh, been telling everybody
else and I didn't want you

to think I was leaving you out.

I've been studying up
on chemical fires.

I'm giving a little
demonstration

'in the garage
for all the troops.'

Uh, sorry, Grossman.
I gotta see the sarge.

- Oh, he's invited too.
- Well, I'll tell him for you.

No, I told him.

I wish I could be there

but I gotta do the laundry.

Gee, I hope he isn't hurt
because I didn't

invite him sooner.

Oh, no, we all try
to be flexible, you know.

Oh, were you gonna come?

Uh, actually,
I'm sorry to disappoint--

No, no, no problem at all.

Actually, the garage
isn't big enough

for all of us at once.
Hey, but don't worry.

I'm gonna have
another demonstration

for all those who can't
get in on this one.

Ready, Harlan?

Am I gonna be
the only one

to witness
this experiment?

Not an experiment.

This is a demonstration.
Others will see it later.

'Now, here we have--'

'A leaky battery.'

And here we have
a bottle of--

Beer.

- Synergistic reaction.
- Put it out!

A microcosm of what could
happen if a beer truck

ever hit
an auto parts delivery van.

Put it out!

It's all in here in this
Emergency response

guidebook to,
uh, hazardous Materials

put out by the Department
of Transportation.

Oh, here we have
a bucket of--

Water! Put it out!

You see, when you're
dealing with chemicals

what'll extinguish one fire
will make another fire worse.

Now, here we have
a bucket of--

Sand?

There. Now, what
do you say to that?

Clean it up.

Okay, we know nothing
happened but if this guy

follows through and puts
a brutality complaint on

Ponch's record,
now, that's not right.

I gave you
my best advice.

If you want me to,
I'll make it an order.

Do nothing. Don't even
talk to the guy.

Don't fan the fire.

Now, I spoke with
the grandfather.

It seems young Eddie's
on a persecution trip.

He sounded off in front
of a lot of people

including his girl.

I think if you, uh,
give him a little space

he'll find a way to back down.

Man, I hope so.

You feeling alright, Jon?

Yeah, sure. I'm fine.

Uh, well, you have
an "Emergency Response" guide

to hazardous materials.

Read it. Under chlorine gas,
it says "Do not inhale."

Dennis, you know,
as members of the elite

we have a responsibility..

...to help the needy.

A little charity for your

'kitchen caddie's
speeding ticket.'

Come on, Dennis, match me.

Didn't you hear?

He didn't get
a speeding ticket.

He got a black eye instead.

What? There was gossip
and I missed it?

He tangled with the cops
and they pummeled him.

Really?

It's another case of
police brutality here.

A regular fry cook's rebellion.

What next?
w*r of the waitresses?

You know, they'll, they'll
probably marry in prison.

No! I won't allow it.

Do you know a big boy like me..

...needs a nanny
to keep him in line?

Do you give good spanking?

You could have her
fired, you know.

She'd just get another job.

I think something better.

Something that hurts!

There's a rule here against
pawing the waitresses.

All I know is he just
made me so mad.

Maybe you'll feel different
after a ride in a limousine.

My lady...your chariot awaits.

- Eddie, what is this?
- It's legit.

My grandfather wants me
to drive it around for a while.

It's been sitting for a month
and the Naismith's

are coming back
from Paris next week.

Well, well, well.

The testy little bunny
is really a debutante.

'She has a chauffeur.'

Where'd you steal
this from, Jeeves?

Look's like your father's limo.
Should we call the police?

Oh, heaven's, no.

Criminal stock like him..

...eats cops for breakfast.

Well, at least
I know how to eat.

You got egg all over your shirt.

Well, who would know eggs
better than a chicken?

Come on, let's go.

Wait. Hold it,
hold it, hold it.

Oh, he won't fight.
He only fights cops.

Junior, you don't know
who you're messing with.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Let's settle this
like gentlemen. Okay?

I mean, you, at least,
are a gentleman.

Now, you've got a Limousine.

He's got a Limousine.

Take him out on the street.

A Limousine drag race.

A prep first, huh?

With chauffeurs or without?

Look, he's not playing
with this car.

- It's not his.
- Well, mine is not mine.

But I don't have
a mama's apron to hide behind.

Not playing, fella?

Or you just not playing
in our league?

Your challenge, my choice.

Just give me time
to get my father's car.

Eddie, don't do this.

Okay, Park Drive
at the summit

4 o'clock sharp.

You got it.

Eddie, this is stupid!

Not the way
I'm gonna fix it.

Come on.

- Your father's Limo.
- Oh!

Well, let's have a toast.

To the winner,
to the winner.

Yes, to the winner and, uh..

Look, when you've been
down like I've been

with people kicking at you

you remember the way
to stop it is to grab the foot.

Eddie...I just think
you're headed

for some real trouble here.

Don't worry. I'll be okay.

It's 4 o'clock.
Let's roll.

Gentlemen?

To your land yachts.

Be very careful, please?

Okay.

Let's go.

'Well, I won't really
worry about that.'

Hey, you both know the course

all the way down,
all the way back.

Hey, dorf! You lose..

...I win your girl.

'Come on, Brian. Brian.'

Okay. Start your engines.

Okay, rich boy,
come and get it.

Come on, come on, come on.

Get a horse,
hash slinger!

I'll say it
one more time.

I was not having
a drag race by myself.

'I want the other
guy arrested too.'

You were told you had
the right to remain silent.

You might wanna think
about doing that.

There was another guy.

Yeah, well, we didn't
observe a drag race.

We got a call on one reckless
vehicle disturbing the peace.

Oh ho ho! I get it.

A setup.

What a joke this is!

You wanna let us in on it?

Oh, you're already in on it.

Cops, all for one
and one for all?

'You guys wouldn't
bust the other kid'

because one of you g*ons

'used him as a punching
bag the other day.'

Son, if I were you,
I'd get in the car and cool it.

After you book him, uh,
he can call his lawyer

at the sheriff's station.

Oh, do you know who
I'm gonna call?

My father, Brian Kidd senior?

Lasker, Kidd, and Decroy?

'The hottest law firm
in the country'

and he's gonna have
you all roasted.

To the station, James.

Let's go.

It stinks up here,
you know that?

Yeah.

Where are the Santa Anas
when we need 'em?

- Hey, guys.
- Hey, Grossman.

Hi, Gross.

Hey, that kid with
the old man across the hall.

Is he the one that's
giving you trouble?

Yeah, Eddie Cross.

I think it's
the Santa Anas.

Rarefied desert air, you know,
loaded with positive ions.

Hey, they work
their own kind

of synergistic craziness.

- Positive is negative.
- Right!

In Switzerland they have
a wind called "The Foehn."

In France, it's the "Mistral."

When the Mistralblows

you can commit certain crimes
and not be prosecuted.

It's recognized
as grounds for dismissal.

Well, maybe I could
use you in court

as a hot-air authority.

It'll all blow over
when the winds die down.

Would you stop shaking
your head like that?

Come on. It's not
the end of the world.

If that police officer hit you

why did you lie to me
about the waitress for?

I didn't think there
was gonna be any trouble.

I didn't wanna worry you.

Worry me?

And that speeding

drag racing..

...I'm sick to the bone
about you, son.

About me?

Or the Naismiths?

'Cause I-I didn't put
a scratch on that boat.

Well, isn't it
all connected?

Isn't it all just your lack
of responsibility, huh?

What? To the Naismiths?

To yourself!

Why can't you give
yourself a chance

to live a worthy life?

Doing what?

Slaving away in
some kitchen for

for a-a rich nerd
whose only responsibility

is to spend money?

Now, you listen to me.

There is satisfaction
in work well done.

The rich folks
may never know it.

But what's to stop you,
what's to stop you

from being the best chef
in the business?

Would you just shut up?

'What do you know anyway?
You're a servant.'

"Yes, ma'am.
Yes, sir!"

You were born a servant,
you're gonna die a servant!

Eddie, you wanna come
with me a minute?

Right.

You know, somebody
ought to tell you

that some people
are proud to serve.

I mean, I serve the public,
a doctor serves his patients

the head of
the largest company in America

serves his stockholders,
and that fine servant in there

serves you.

Now, think where
you'd be without him.

He was putting me down.

Well, think
where you're headed

with the accusation
against officer Poncherello.

I mean, this
will all pass..

...but perjury,
that's a heavy rep.

Yeah, I let him
leave the scene.

I could've stopped him

but he helped out
with the fire

and I thought
he deserved a break.

Failure to write up
the speeding ticket, Frank

could be made to look
incriminating.

You mixed police officer
with social worker

and it blew up
right in your face.

Synergistic reaction.

Come on in.

Eddie Cross,
Sergeant Getraer.

Eddie, we have witnesses

who corroborate the statement
of Brian Kidd

that you and he were drag
racing. You say no?

Those snits
have it in for me.

I just took my girl
for a ride.

Look, uh, on the day
of the collision

just before it happened

I think I caught a glimpse

of officer Poncherello's
hand reaching into your car.

Do you remember that?

I don't remember
reaching in.

I thought he might
be sick, though.

'He was bent forward
over the wheel.'

Brian thinks we're trying to
cover something up. We're not.

'Did he reach in?'

Yes.

Did he push your head
into the steering wheel?

I got a witness.

No. I won't do it.

It's one cop against us.

I'd be lying, Eddie.

Oh! Come on, Marie.

You lied already!

Look, I'm hangin'
over the edge.

They get their teeth
into somebody like me

they don't let go.

I'm just defending myself.

Believe me.

You're the guy
that told me

that "Believe" is
a phony word. Remember?

Yeah.

You're just gonna let them
drop this on me.

Drop what? What are
they gonna drop? Nothing.

Eddie, they didn't
even write you

a speeding ticket.
Don't you see?

'There's this little button'

'inside of your head
that just explodes'

'every time you think
someone's crossing you.'

You're blowing things
all out of proportion.

And you're hurting the people
that love you the most.

I thought we were
too good to be true.

See? You're do-doing it
again. We're not.

'We can make it
but we've gotta be straight.'

And that's why I'm not
lying anymore.

Look! I can't love you
if-if I hate myself.

Then two is a crowd.

Where are you going?

Away. As far away as I can.

Eddie, come back.

The more I think
about this Eddie Cross

the more I get teed off.

This job's hard enough
without some punk like him.

And then you let him
stand there and accuse you.

Why didn't you tell him
to his face he was a liar?

Well, Jon, I don't think
he meant to lie.

I think he's in so deep
he felt he had to.

- You know?
- Oh!

I mean, you ever tell a lie

and then have to back it up
with another one?

That's a good point.

You know, there's something
going on with that kid

that we don't understand.

Hey, what are you doing,
taking up for him?

Didn't you hear what
he said about me?

He's trudging on
my whole future.

That isn't too hard
to understand.

Why are you wasting
your energies here?

He has a witness,
you know who she is.

Have you talked
to her yet?

Have you?

No.

- Come on, let's go.
- Well..

It's a good idea, sarge,
but you didn't have to

start an argument
about it!

Marie, sorry to intrude.

I knew you were gonna come
sooner or later.

Okay, then you know what
Eddie's been saying about me.

You are the only
real witness.

Would you testify
that I assaulted him?

No.

You-you didn't.

Well, why did you
let Eddie lie?

There was an open
beer can in the car.

He was scared.
I mean..

What do you guys know
about him anyway?

We know he thinks
we're against him.

We think he's
against himself.

You know, the whole thing
wouldn't even have happened

if the preppies
hadn't started up

and-and..

...and that whole
drag race trick

it was because of me.

It just isn't fair.

Well, it isn't fair
to damage

an innocent man's
career either.

Okay, but..

...look, you guys
know the truth.

I mean, what more
do you want?

Well, I guess to talk to him.

I mean, there's no shame
in admitting a mistake.

Otherwise, it may come down

between you and him
under oath.

Oh, swell.
That's just beautiful!

Hey, don't let the guy
self-destruct, huh?

He needs someone to help him
get this off his back.

Yeah? You don't understand.

He's gone.

'...southland weather.'

'And here's a sig alert
traffic bulletin'

'the San Diego freeway
southbound is closed'

'between Chalon Road
and Sunset'

'due to an overturned truck.'

'At this time,
alternate routes are..'

Hey! You alright?

Get out of here!

Back! Please get back!

Oh!

Hold it, hold it!
Watch where you step.

- You the driver?
- Yeah.

That's hydro acetic acid.

LA 50 Mary 3.

'We have 3 spilled drums,
approximately 155 gallons'

'of hydro acetic acid. The
chem-track number is 2790.'

'I'll initiate a precautionary
downwind evacuation.'

Okay, Jon, what you're dealing
with are hazardous vapors.

'I'll notify
the proper department.'

'Chem-track will set up
a direct line through to you'

'as soon as you establish
your command post.'

'10-4.'

Hydro acetic acid.
Here's the shipping order.

Don't stand in the street,
please, ma'am.

Move out. That direction.
Honey, come here, please.

You have to move out.
This your little girl?

- Yes.
- That direction, please.

- Is this your dog?
- Yes.

- Come here, you little thing.
- Aw! Come on.

- There you are.
- Thanks.

Okay, across the street. Please.

Let's go.

Let's go. Come on, ma'am.

Hey, Ponch...we can't
handle this vapor.

It's spreading real fast.

3:35. The Santa Ana wind will
probably dissipate the stuff.

Yeah, but that's 25 minutes
away, if it comes.

I've ordered a downwind
evacuation, alright?

Okay, we're gonna evacuate
a half mile downwind.

That means two blocks
in every direction

in case the wind changes.

Check every house. Now go.

Go to the right,
right here.

Go, please.

Uh, yellow taxi,
right over here.

Move it on the sidewalk.

Oh, please.

- Oh..
- Just leave 'em. Just go.

They're all I have left
of my family.

If they're ruined,
I'll-I'll--

I'll get them,
ma'am. Just go.

Sir, we're evacuating
the neighborhood.

You're advised
to leave immediately.

'Attention inside of the house.'

'We're evacuating
the entire area'

'because of poisonous gas.'

'You must leave immediately.'

'I will assist you to safety.'

I just talked to county weather
in the airport.

They don't wanna pinpoint
the wind at 4 o'clock.

In fact, they don't wanna
guarantee that it'll blow today.

Okay, alert them
to extend the evacuation

another half a mile.

Excuse me.

Please tell me
what's going on.

Uh, there was a wreck
and there's poison gas.

They're moving
everybody out.

Thank you.

Hey, hold it. You can't
go that way. It's deadly.

Please, has everybody
gotten out?

I haven't seen my grandfather.

- Where does he live?
- 2405 Chelsea Drive.

It's okay. We've cleared
that whole block.

Well, then where is he?

- Hey, Eddie. Hey-hey--
- You let go of me!

Hey, hold it, man!
You want another black eye?

'Cause you just gave me cause
with my witnesses.

Look, I'm not fooling around.

My grandfather might
still be in there.

Alright, you just calm yourself,
okay? Bonnie, you stay with him.

Okay, I got him.
Come on, let's go.

Stay here.

Hey, Turner, the wind!

Yeah.

Hey, Grossman...the wind!

Say that again?

Positive ions!
The Mistral!

The Foehn!

The wind will blow
the gas away.

I can't hear you, Jeb.
There's too much wind.

You can go if you want
but he'll be okay.

No. I want to. I got
a lot of making up to do.

Besides, maybe I can

have 'em look at my eye
while I'm there.

It was just a dumb accident.

Uh, tell Officer Poncherello.

He'll be going too.

Okay.

Jon, come on!

It's okay, sir.

I didn't think
you got that much gas.

Knock it off, man.

Give me a break, huh?

I told Frank, I'll tell
all of you. I'm proud of you.

You did a first-rate job
out there. First-rate.

I guess we're lucky
we only have one man down.

Uh, what did he say?

Uh, he wanted to know
the name of my doctor

and you know,
I-I couldn't remember.

It's Fairfield, Frank.

Dr. Patricia Fairfield.
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