Well, I'm not the kind to kiss and tell.
But I've been seen with Farrah.
I've never been with anything less than a
nine.
So fine.
I've been on fire with Sally Field.
Gone fast with a girl named Bo.
But somehow they just don't end up as
mine.
It's a death defying life I lead.
I take my chances.
I die for livin' in the movies and TV.
But the hardest thing I
ever do is watch my leading
ladies kiss some other guy
while I'm bandaging my knee.
I might fall from a tall red
foot such a star.
I've never spent much time in my life.
I've never been in school.
But I've taught ladies plenty.
It's true I hire my body out for pay.
Burned over Cheryl Teague's blown up for
Rockin' Welch.
But when I wind up in the hay,
it's only hay.
Hay, hay.
I might jump an open drawbridge.
Or Tarzan from Upman.
It makes Eastwood look so fine.
Now you see they're doing a television
special.
Using all the greatest TV detectives of
all time.
Yeah, there's nothing I like better than a
good mystery.
Bill, I want you to meet Howie's father
and my uncle, Brock Munson.
This is William Conrad.
Hi, Howie.
Mr. Conrad, what an honor this is.
You know I've watched every one of your
shows, I mean down to the last episode.
There he goes again.
Really?
Then I watch the reruns late at night.
You're obviously a man of discriminating
taste.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
Thank you.
My goodness, you've got a whole family of
stuntmen, haven't you, Brock?
Well, you might say our family portrait's
in black and blue.
Come on, I want you to meet Silver.
You already said great taste.
Boys, I'd like for you to meet Brock
Munson.
Brock, this is... Mike
Connors and Barry Newman.
Nice to meet you.
Listen, you was the smartest fellow I ever
saw on TV.
The way you could piece a crime together
from the slightest detail.
I mean, it was amazing.
That's because he stole my writers the
first year.
I wish you'd stolen mine.
Wait a sec, Brock.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You wouldn't happen to be the Brock
Munson, would you?
The guy who turned the rodeo circuit over
in its ear in the 60s?
Well, I don't like to brag on that,
but that'd be me.
My pleasure.
Very nice meeting you, Barry.
Sure is.
Yes, sir.
Come on, kid.
We just got our second call.
Wait, wait, wait.
Can we go through it again?
What do you mean?
We've been through it twice.
We've done this fall a hundred times.
Well, what's the problem?
No problem.
I just don't want to louse it up.
You're just stalling around so your dad
could see the start, huh?
That's ridiculous.
Come on.
We got work to do.
First comes Cole.
Good job, kid.
That's right.
Hey, Cole.
That was some swan dive you took.
All of day's work.
How are you, Brock?
Never better.
Never.
Hey, how's my boy?
I swear, every time I see you,
you grow bigger.
I haven't grown since I was in high
school, Dad.
Boy, I remember you when you were knee
-high to an armadillo.
How'd you like the stunt?
Oh, it was great.
It was terrific.
Old Cole comes flying through that glass
and through that fire.
Boom, boom.
It was great.
Well, Howie was no slouch either,
was he?
No siree, Barb.
Howie was all right.
Of course, the glass was
already gone, because,
you know, old Cole had
already gone through there.
But it was good.
It was good, son.
Uh, I think I'll go get the cars ready for
the next stunt.
Yeah.
Cole, did I say something wrong?
Nah, nah, nah.
Come on, Brock, now buy a cup of coffee.
I'll buy a scotch.
Hey, hey, lighten up.
Look, your dad's an impossible man to
impress.
You know that.
Who said I was trying to impress him?
Nobody.
Hey, look, forget it.
Cole picked him up on the dock this
morning.
Got him for practically nothing.
Bought six of them.
Three reds and three blues.
Good.
That matches the stunt perfectly.
There's been a problem.
What kind of problem?
The cars aren't there.
They've been sold off.
It's impossible.
I had those cars specially painted.
Special order.
They look all right.
What's wrong with them?
The compartment they were being shipped in
took on some water.
Ruined their interiors.
Legally, the import company can no longer
sell them to the public.
Anyway, who'd buy a car with barnacles on
the dashboard?
Very funny.
They were damaged during shipping, and
legally, the company has to replace them.
I got $3 million worth of pearls stashed
in those cars.
They belong to me.
Who has the cars?
A stuntman picked them up.
Then find them and bring those cars back.
Where'd Cole get hold of them?
He's got a friend at the shipping company.
Damaged cars can be sold for scrap as long
as we don't use them for transportation.
They're perfect for stunts.
Howie, it sure must have been great
growing up with a rodeo star for a father.
Yeah.
Every kid in the neighborhood thought so.
Oh, I admit it, son.
You loved every minute of it.
I remember coming home from rodeos.
He'd be out there in the front yard in the
cute little cowboy outfit I bought.
You remember?
I remember.
Happened one time, Dad.
One time?
One time when I was five years old.
The rest of the time, you just went from
rodeo to rodeo to rodeo.
Well, a man has to make a living,
you know.
Of course.
I'm not saying you didn't.
As a matter of fact, I'm going out on a
circuit again.
You're kidding.
Starting next week in Fort Worth.
Bronco Munson rides again.
You're not serious now.
You better believe I'm serious.
And I'm going to make some believers out
of a lot of bram-a-bulls, too.
I thought the doctors were pretty firm on
your not riding after that accident.
Oh, Colt.
Doctors.
You know how they are.
They're quacks.
What'd Mom say about this?
You know your mama, Howie.
Yeah, I know you, too.
You're just too stubborn to admit that
your rodeo days are behind you.
Howie, have I ever told you how to live
your life every chance you get?
Oh, I have.
Yeah.
Well, you haven't listened, have you?
Because you have had more opportunities
than I have.
And what have you done?
You've thrown them all away.
All right.
All right.
I don't want to hear it.
I'm going to bring the cars around.
Ready
right this way so I can tell you about
what we're going to do next, all right?
Okay.
Now, if everyone will stay real close to
me, then we'll head for our next stop,
New York Street, where they're sh**ting a
stunt for a movie called Deep Slumber,
a movie about a crime
so diabolical that it takes
three of television's
greatest detectives to solve it.
Are you ready?
All right.
Let's go.
There's the cars.
Where's the third one?
It's over there.
I say we go for the two of them.
I thought we were going to come back later
and do it.
Look, they're just sitting there for the
asking.
You can always come back for the third.
I was sitting on top of a
bucking bronc with my
foot caught in a stirrup.
There's no way of getting off without
getting drugged through the dirt.
And that was the first three-minute ride
in the history of the Calgary Stampede.
And that's no bull.
Uh-oh.
It's cold.
You're the greatest, Dad.
Well, if I'd protected
myself like this, I
would have saved
myself a lot of hard knocks.
Look, Dad, do me a favor.
Just stand right here next to Jody during
the stunt.
And don't wander off.
I don't want to have to worry about you
getting in anybody's way.
No worries, son.
I can take care of myself.
Well, don't you worry.
He'll be in good hands.
If you hang on to me like that,
I might stay put all day.
You ready, kid?
I'm ready.
Okay.
Let's see.
Huh?
Bet you're chilly!
But who are you?
You may not believe this, but I'm one of
your greatest fans.
Oh, shut up.
Well, this is nothing, I think.
I think you'd best be
starting, because it
looks like they're going
to begin without you.
It's not in the script.
Barry?
Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Thanks very much.
Well, now I remember why I owe you the
stunt double, huh?
Sure.
Get in!
Get in the car!
Get in!
Jody, stay here with Dad.
I'm going to help Cole.
Hey, hey, Barry, aren't you going to
drive?
No, no, Mike, you were the great driver.
Thanks, but I think maybe Bill ought to
drive.
Me drive?
You mean that thing my chauffeur does?
Look, Mike, you were always the best
driver on the tube.
You know that.
Tubes aren't roads.
Wait a minute.
Why are you guys arguing?
They're getting away.
I'll drive.
He'll drive.
He'll drive.
Get in.
Now, if this doesn't take too long,
I got a prime rib roasting.
All right.
You're not going to get me running in my
dressing room.
What difference does a couple more minutes
make?
Whether I eat it or I'm punting.
Hey, I like the odds.
Four of us against two of them.
Yeah, but two of them with g*ns.
Right in the tail light.
Hit the brakes!
Hit the brakes!
Are you all right, Cole?
We ruined our bikes.
Hey, look here, Burns.
Hey, aren't you Mannix and Cannon?
That Druseli?
That's Shelly.
Officer, he's a friend of ours.
Yeah, but he ruined our bikes.
This car doesn't have any license plate.
Well, why would you expect a license
plate?
You gotta have a registration slip to get
one.
That's right.
You see, where Cope bought this car,
they don't give you a registration slip.
That's interesting.
Why not?
Look, this car's not even supposed to be
on city streets like this.
Very, very relaxed, Cope.
We'll take care of it.
Yeah, you sure did.
Let's go.
Can I say something?
If you insist.
First, you have the right to remain
silent.
Ah, they're playing our song.
Don't worry, Cope.
I'll get you a good lawyer.
Thanks, fellas.
Anytime.
Thanks for getting me out, kid.
Ah, it was nothing, Cope.
I just went to the judge and explained the
situation to him.
You know what, Howie?
You got a knack for the way the judicial
system works.
It's not too late for you to go to law
school.
Dad, please, not now.
Well, why not now?
What did the police do with the car?
They towed what was left of it down to the
impound yard.
You're going to need ownership papers to
get it out.
They also put an APB out on the other one.
Don't ask me why, but things like this
always happen whenever you're in town.
Well, cheer up, Howie.
Your old man won't be around forever.
It's coming.
All right, I got it.
I got it.
Here you go.
One million dollars worth of the finest
black pearls ever smuggled in this country.
Nope.
You get nothing until you bring me those
other two cars.
We'll get you the other two cars,
I promise.
Good.
And get rid of this one.
Good news, bad news, Howie.
Yeah?
They found the stolen car.
Great.
Can we pick it up?
Only if you can drive what's left out of a
thousand-foot ravine.
Oh, gosh.
Well, what's the good news?
That was the good news.
The bad news is your dad just moved all
his belongings into the house.
His what?
I want to talk to you.
Yeah, Howie boy, go ahead.
All right, why'd you have all your stuff
moved into our house?
My stuff?
Yeah, your stuff.
Oh, my stuff.
Yes.
Oh, well, your mama thought
as long as I'm going on the
circuit again, I better take
my things with me, you know.
What'd she do?
She throw you out again?
Is that it?
Oh, come on, Howie, you know your mama.
Well, she never did understand.
I mean, she has been trying to put me out
to pasture ever since I hurt my back.
It's because she, we care about you.
She doesn't want to see you get hurt.
That's great.
You're taking her side.
You always take her side.
You know, admitting your age might not be
the end of the world.
Well, you know something?
Maybe admitting your
age, that you're a little
bit more grown up now,
wouldn't hurt you neither.
Oh, is that right?
What's that supposed to mean, huh?
It means that you've got a heck of a good
head on your shoulders.
You could be president of U.S.
Steel or General Motors.
Instead, you're using that head and
knocking it through brick walls.
What's wrong with being a stuntman?
It never bothered you with Colt.
I'd just as soon you leave me out of this.
Well, Colt and I have a, well,
we're cut of a different cloth.
It ain't the same with you.
You could be anything you wanted to be.
I could be anything you want me to be.
Colt, I don't know where I went wrong.
I think I'm gonna go watch him sh**t.
He's impossible.
Maybe what the two of you need is just a
nice, long talk.
What do you think we've been doing?
Except everything I say, he twists around.
I mean talk, not argue.
And for once, try talking without those
chips on your shoulders.
Tell it to Brock.
Great, isn't it?
A bunch of old friends working together
again, huh?
Yeah, sure is.
Last time was backstage.
We were all up for the same Emmy award.
You know, for that one night, I think we
all kind of hated each other.
Thank God none of us won.
Yeah.
Hey, Colt, Bronk.
How you doing?
Hi.
Any luck with that stolen car of yours?
Not really.
It's just a couple of small things that
just don't quite fit.
Well, you know, Colt, sometimes the small
things can break a case wide open.
You know, you're right.
I remember an episode in my second,
or maybe it was the third season,
where I busted the whole case wide open,
all because the supposed... I know the case.
The guy k*lled the real guy to gain
entrance to the governor's mansion.
You got it.
So what's bothering you, Colt?
I don't know.
It's just take a look at those cars over
in front of the executive building.
Nice.
Mercedes, Jag, Cad.
All expensive cars.
A lot more accessible than ours.
Then why wouldn't he take one of those?
See, that's what I want to know.
You know, fellas, why
don't we put our expertise
together and see what
we can come up with.
What do you think?
Great.
I'll give some of my old writers a call.
Listen, Howie, I'm sorry.
Forget it, Dad.
Well, what do you say we call it truce,
okay?
Sure.
And you know something else?
Let's have a sit-down dinner, just you and
me.
Just like old times tonight.
What old times?
Howie.
You serious about the one-on-one?
Darn serious.
All right.
Seven o'clock tonight?
Seven.
You might be more comfortable waiting for
the stunt to begin in Colt's truck.
Here's the keys.
Thank you.
Starting with the armed heist of this high
street bank, the man believed to be the
notorious Skull Monkey made his getaway in
a stolen car.
He then ambushed several people,
relieving them of their cash with the cry,
I'm a lean, mean blagging machine.
Police have released this photo fit of the
suspect.
Latest reports suggest that Skull Monkey
is just one of thousands of blaggers
currently running a mock online trying to
blag themselves some tasty gadgets,
a holiday, or even a car.
Blag.
Lie.
Cheat.
Steal.
At bravo.co.uk.
If you want to see footage that we can't
show now...
Please go away, Jimmy.
Howdy.
What can I do for you fellas?
Uh, we got a call to pick up a car.
You got an authorization?
Oh, sure do.
Right here.
Yeah, looks good.
Action, Howie.
Hey, they're at it again.
You take the boxes, I'll go patriotic.
Hey, you fellas ever hear of stairs?
Come over there.
Thanks, Howie.
How's the ride?
Those are the most realistic stunts I've
ever seen.
Even the shots sound real.
That's because they are real.
Well, come on, let's get them.
Oh,
no, Colt Seaver.
How am I doing, Mike?
Hey, terrific.
Good that the camera's all right.
Pull up alongside.
I'll transfer over.
Colt's making a transfer.
Yeah, it's the same thing he did on my
three-hour special.
Wish I had him in my show.
I'd still be on the air.
Oh,
brother, we're gonna lose him.
We better, or else Mr. Lang is gonna lose
us.
Dad, can you reach the release bar in the
back of that tour truck?
You bring her a little closer,
I think I can.
If we don't get that car, we're in big
trouble.
Forget it.
The police are gonna be in bigger trouble
if we go back.
You really have it in for police bikes,
don't you?
You can't blame Colt.
Oh, they stole his car again.
Well, don't ask for his registration
papers.
He hasn't got one for this car either.
Yeah, well, he got this one the same place
he got the other one.
Well, we'll explain everything.
It's not like that at all.
Well, he does have ownership papers,
though.
Yeah.
Well, good.
Let's see them.
Well, not ownership papers exactly.
Then what exactly?
Um, no, no, no.
He paid for them.
Well, not full market price, of course.
Oh, of course not.
Would you just read me my rights before
they get me incarcerated for life?
You have the right to remain silent.
And do me a favor.
Would you tell them to?
Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.
You have the right to
speak with an attorney and
to have the attorney
present during questioning.
If you so desire and can afford one.
The
drain finally chipped.
Carmen, you scared me.
Trying to impress a lady tonight?
Oh, I'm fixing dinner for me and my dad.
And I'll thank you to keep your hands out
of the sauce.
It needs more salt.
It needs more salt?
Your taste buds aren't suited for the
epicurean delights that I'm preparing here.
Besides, it takes a European palate to truly
understand the fine art of out -cuisine.
Well, excuse me.
What's for dinner?
Dans la carte du jour, nous avons la
beurre de prime et la pomme de terre.
I thought Bronc was a meat and potatoes
guy.
That is meat and potatoes.
What about Colt and me?
Colt and you are eating out.
Tonight it's just me and my dad alone.
At last.
Where's Bronc now?
He went out for the afternoon with Colt.
I've been cooking ever since they left.
He promised he'd be back at seven.
Well, I know how important tonight is,
do you?
Good luck.
Thanks.
One more thing, Howie.
Yeah, what's that?
It needs more salt.
Out.
Come on.
Would you ask Colt that if we had to post
bail for you today, and if you'd run away,
that we could hire you to go and find
yourself?
Are you really set on going back out on
the circuit?
Yep.
It sure seems to me that rodeoing's a
young man's game.
Well, that depends on the man,
Colt.
You know, I figure I could teach these
kids a trick or two.
Probably so.
But I think there comes
a time in every man's
life when he's got to
think about retirement.
Who's Bronc Munson?
I ain't gonna sit in no garden.
I ain't gonna pull no weeds.
Nobody said you had to stop living.
You know something?
You're beginning to sound like a foolish
son of mine.
You say what you will about Howie,
but he's nobody's fool.
Then why, why does he let his life go down
the drain?
Look, he's not.
Just because he's pursuing a different
dream than the one you had planned for him.
Two more, fellas?
Um... Oh, I forgot it.
What's the problem?
I was supposed to have dinner with Howie
tonight.
I bloated.
Hey, ain't that pretty?
Colt, look at that.
Pretty as a picture.
Hey, Howie.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
I was a little late.
Colt and me got to talking and I just lost
track of time.
Never changes, does it?
Well, won't we have him for supper?
Sure smells good.
For supper?
Yeah.
For supper, we got some soggy salad.
And we got some over-baked potatoes.
We got some prime rib jerky.
Great!
That's just what your mama would have made
me when I come home late from rodeo.
Like I said, nothing ever changes.
Oh, Howie.
Could happen to anybody.
Yeah.
Could happen to anybody.
Well, I'll tell you what.
Tomorrow morning, first thing, we sit down
over a nice cup of coffee and talk it out.
Fine.
There are no more tomorrows.
Now it's now or both of you throw in the
towel.
Hey, now there's an idea.
Let's throw in the towel.
Is that what you want?
Yes.
I second that motion.
Wait just a minute.
Come here.
Now tell him what's bothering you.
Go on.
All right.
You want to know what it is?
Uh-huh.
All right.
For as long as I can
remember, I felt like
I've been nothing but a
disappointment to you.
Okay, now.
You talk to him.
To him?
Well, you're perceptive, son.
Because in many ways, you have
disappointed me.
How?
How?
I've always tried my hardest at everything
I've done.
But you've done all the wrong things.
I mean, I didn't bust my butt on a rodeo
circuit and put you through them fancy
schools just so you could be a stuntman
like your cousin Colt here.
I mean, Howie, I wanted more for you.
You didn't send me through those schools.
Colt did.
And there's nothing wrong with being a
stuntman.
It's a good living.
He's not saying that, kid.
Okay?
He's talking about a father's expectations
for his son.
Yeah.
Well, what about a son's expectations for
his father?
I mean, you was ashamed that your daddy
was a rodeo cowboy?
Ashamed?
I was the proudest kid in the world.
I just wanted to see more of you.
I wanted a full-time father.
You never told me that before.
You never asked me.
Over the years, I learned to accept you.
I learned you had to be who you were.
Why can't you see that that's all I wanted
to?
I wanted a chance to live my own life.
A chance to live my life in a way that I'd
be the happiest.
Not by your standards or his standards or
anybody's standards but my own.
You made a big mistake with me,
Dad.
You taught me to be independent.
You taught me to think for myself.
You taught me to be just like you.
See you guys in the morning.
I guess I'll turn in too, Brock.
Good night.
No more excuses!
I don't want to hear any news unless it's
about those pearls being recovered.
But we're up against all the show
business.
Uh, Mannix, Cannon, Petrocelli,
and two stuntmen.
Then get help.
All the men you need.
There's two million dollars' worth of
pearls in those cars.
Nothing's gonna stop me from getting to
them.
When do we do it?
First thing tomorrow morning.
It's Saturday.
The studio's closed.
No stuntmen, no actors.
No problems.
Hello?
Oh, Colt.
Mike Connors.
Guys and I have been up all night working
on the case.
We think we found something.
Yeah?
Yeah, the stolen cars.
We think they've got something in them.
Well, I thought about that last night.
I was going to the
transportation shack to check
the rest of the cars
first thing this morning.
Wait a minute.
It's almost 4.30.
Why wait?
I'll meet you down there in an hour.
What?
Great.
Mike?
You know, kid, the Bronx is getting long
in years as far as rodeoing goes.
He knows he's becoming obsolete.
He's afraid.
I think he's going through some kind of
mid-life crisis.
That's pretty common for people his age.
But I think what he needs most of all
right now is for you to stand by him.
How can I support him
when he wants to break his
neck riding some bull just
to prove he's still young?
That's not the support I'm talking about,
kid.
I think he wants the same thing as you
want from him.
Love, no matter what he does.
It's about time you two accepted each
other, no questions asked.
I do love him.
When's the last time you told him that?
If there's anything hidden in these cars,
I can't find it.
Maybe those guys only like red cars.
Wait a minute, kid.
You just hit the nail on the head.
Whatever those guys wanted was hidden only
in the red cars.
The two that are left are gone.
The guys are down in the impound yard.
The impound yard is closed for the
weekend.
I'm sure we can get into it.
But what the heck happened to Mike?
He was supposed to meet us here.
Sorry, Colton.
They caught me by surprise when I pulled
up.
They're in here, Mr. Lang.
It doesn't make me feel any better right
now.
Where are they?
They're over there.
That's great.
Over there.
We have a few matters to discuss regarding
a pair of red cars.
If they try anything again, k*ll them.
Time is running out.
Don't tell them anything.
I know they're tight.
Keep your mouth shut, their knuckle under,
and they'll let us go.
You've been watching too many of your own
reruns, Mannix.
You tell me where the car is, there's a
chance I won't k*ll you.
I'd answer him, but...
I don't have a script.
You better tell him, kid.
They're at the police impound yard.
On Purdue.
See how easy that was?
How do you know they're telling us the
truth?
We'll take this one with us.
If they're lying, he gets it on the spot.
We'll take their truck,
you two take the car, get
over the impound, make
sure the place is empty.
You know what to do.
After you, boys.
Hold it.
You'll drive us safely past the guard.
No surprises.
But you said you weren't gonna k*ll us.
People are always making promises I can't
keep.
Why don't you stay a couple more days,
Bronc?
The picture's gonna be over, you can spend
time with Howie and Cole.
I can't do it, Jody.
The circuit's starting next week in Fort
Worth.
And I'm gonna be, well, I'm the main
attraction.
I'd like to see you stay, Bronc.
I'm sorry, Jody.
I understand.
Hi, come on in.
Hey, Jody, how are you?
Hi, how are you?
Hi, what brings you guys here?
We're here to see Cole.
Hey, Bronc.
Hello, Bronc.
Hey, Bill.
How are you?
Good.
Yeah.
It smells like somebody has recently
prepared a...
...beuf de prom.
...beuf de pomme de terre.
What a shame it was burnt.
What'd I get for your nose?
Ah, well, as a matter of fact, my nose
has been admired for many, many years.
I gotta tell you, in
one of the episodes on
Canada, I think it was
in the fifth year... Bill.
Hmm?
Huh?
Bill, I'd like to hear it.
Oh, you would?
Oh, well, later, perhaps.
Listen, you guys, Cole
and Howie went to the studio
to meet Mike Connors,
but you're welcome to wait.
They'll be back soon.
Well, gee, I'm not sure we have enough
time.
You see, we uncovered some information
about those stolen cars.
Well, don't keep me in suspense.
Tell me.
Oh, well, we noticed that the paint jobs
on those red cars was very unusual.
So we checked with
the dealers and found out
that that particular shade
of red was not stock.
It has to be ordered specially.
Yeah.
So we went down to the
import office and found out the
name of the company that
originally ordered those cars.
Western Preferred.
It's a small investment company in San
Fernando Valley.
Wowee!
This is even better than an episode on
Canada.
No, this is much better.
It's more like Petrocelli.
Well, I like Petrocelli, too.
I beg your pardon.
No, I'm only kidding you, Bill.
Come on.
No offense.
No, I mean, this is for real.
Well, there's nothing unusual about
ordering a car from overseas.
No, no, no.
There's nothing unusual about it.
Not on the surface.
But you see, we did a little digging.
We found out that the owner of this
company was a guy by the name of...
Nicholas Lang.
Yeah, Nicholas Lang.
Yeah, he did a little
time in prison because he
was smuggling gems into
this country from Japan.
Which is where the cars were shipped from.
Which leads us to believe
that the infamous Mr... Lang.
How do I even memorize my lines?
This guy never learned a lesson in jail,
and so he's back to his nasty old habits.
So, you see, when Colt intercepted those
cars by mistake, he unknowingly drove off
with them with everything that was stashed
in the car.
Man, you're even better than you are on
TV.
Thank you.
Thank you.
As a matter of fact, there is a kind of a
freedom about it.
We don't even have to have script writers
anymore.
I'll take the fifth bill.
No, no, look.
Wherever those red cars are, you're going
to find whatever's being smuggled.
They're at the impound yard.
Well, that's where we're going to go.
Come on.
Okay, listen, I'm going to get Colt and
Harry and Mike, and I'll meet you guys there.
Hey, Jody, hang on.
I'm going with you.
Hey, Mike.
You'll have to be my eyes.
Lucky you're not working in Longstreet.
No, a little to your right.
That's it.
Right on target.
Sure you don't need glasses?
No.
The transportation shack's on fire.
Colt, how are you supposed to be in there?
Hold on, Mike.
We're going to...
Where is he?
They took him to the impound yard.
Let's go.
Come on.
Come on.
We don't have all day.
What's in these cars anyway?
You'll find out soon enough.
Jack, back in there.
Just tear that off.
Isn't that Colt's truck?
Yeah.
I want to know how he got here so fast.
I don't know.
Maybe he figured it out by himself.
Come on.
Let's go compare notes.
You feel it?
I think I found it.
Yeah.
That's it.
Way to be, Jack.
Here's the third one, Mr. Lang.
So that's it.
You're smuggling black pearls.
Three million dollars worth.
Colt!
We got company.
Go on, Dean.
Take care of him.
Quick.
Over here.
Just keep moving.
My big fan.
I don't believe this.
Look who we have here.
Cannon and Petrocelli.
Yeah.
We'll give you our eight by ten glossies.
Yeah.
Well, they're here.
There's my truck.
Jody, go into the shack and call the
police.
Hold on, Brock.
I got g*ns.
We'll have to get them to play by our
rules.
Keep talking.
We need a distraction.
Too bad Jody isn't here.
You mean something like a rodeo clown when
a rider goes down?
Yeah, exactly.
Can you handle it?
How he's laughed depends on it.
Looks like you're gonna have to do your
own stunts.
What should we do with them, Mr. Lang?
Well, they don't give us much choice.
Let's get rid of them.
We won't talk.
You don't have to k*ll us.
Do it.
Oh,
I can handle him, son.
All right, Howie.
Knowing how you feel
about Brock's riding here, that
you're gonna go all the way
down to Texas and watch him.
Here you go, son.
Best seat in the house.
There's two tickets here, Dad.
Yeah, there's two of us, ain't there?
Weren't you gonna be riding?
I thought I'd like to see what a rodeo
looks like from the other side of the fence.
Well, now that's a wise choice,
Brock.
What are you gonna do now?
Something very classy.
Thinking of teaming up with Mike, Barry
and Bill and forming a detective agency.
You can't start an agency.
You don't know anything about being a
detective.
Black's kid.
He's pulling your leg.
Hey, hey, Brock.
Yeah?
I don't know how to tell you this,
but you tell him, Mike.
Huh?
Go ahead, tell him.
I think we got our first case.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
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