04x03 - To Your Health

[bunniefuu]

And after hours of hors
d'oeuvres, what does

she whip out for a
little late-night snack?

- What?
- Beef Wellington with all the accessories.

And I haven't even heard
about the dessert yet.

Would you believe
cherry cheesecake?

Heh-heh. Well, you
know what they say.

The way to a man's heartburn
is through his stomach.

Hey, don't get me wrong,
I'm not complaining.

So, what's with your partner? I
saw him in the captain's office.

Jon may be going to Sacramento
for a day or two, maybe.

[METAL CLANGS]

Lug nut, huh?

- Yeah, better give him the word.
- Yeah.

How long you gonna be?

You said you wanted
to race. Let's race.

Don't bug me, I'm
making adjustments.

Inventor at work.

Hey, Jason, how come you've
always gotta be different?

Not different.

Better.

Oh, now what?

LA. 15, Mary 3, we have multiple
11-82 with possible injuries...

at the intersection of
Grand and Eucalyptus.

DISPATCHER: Need 11-41?
- 10-4, L.A.

Did you see that? Unh. Did
you see what happened there?

- We'll talk about it later. You okay?
- Losing that wheel was no accident.

- What do you mean by that?
- What I mean is somebody tried to k*ll me.

Okay, drive it away.
Get that out. Let's go.

Get that moving, let's go. Okay. You're
gonna take that out that way, right?

Okay, drive it away.
Get that out. Let's go.

Keeping it moving. Let's go.

Let's go.

Okay, let's go.

Let's go.

Okay, let's go.

Watch yourselves.

104, L.A.

Hey there. Our communications
center contacted your father.

- He's on his way.
- Jason, I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes.

Me neither, man.

I have news for the two
of you, I'll drive you home.

Get your stuff and
get in the car, okay?

Bonnie, stick around
for a minute, would you?

Oh, sure. Why don't you
go help them? Come on.

Well, what do you think?

Hard to tell. The lug
bolts are well-chewed up.

Hey, I don't wanna hear that. There
is no way that wheel came off by itself.

Mr. Catlin here thinks
somebody's trying to knock him off.

- Yeah? Who?
- I'll tell you who.

Ever heard of Glinco Industries?

Well, among other things, it's a big
aggro management company, big firm.

And they can't stand to see
a little guy make a go of it.

In other words, you think Glinco Industries
is trying to sabotage your truck?

That's right. This makes three
times now I've been hung out to dry.

And I tell you, I'm
getting sick of it.

Attempted m*rder is a
pretty heavy rap, you know?

If this happened before, have you
contacted your insurance adjuster?

Or your district attorney?

Hey, look, I've
heard all this before.

Just forget it, all right? You got
everything from me you need?

For now, yeah.

Good. I'll see you.

The lug bolts could've
been loosened, you know?

At the base of
the lugs, you see...

half an inch of threads
are b*at up but not stripped.

As if the lug nuts had
been backed off a little.

Got a hunch?

Better bunch.

Let's go.

[WHISTLES]

All right, take it easy.

Let's go.

All right, bring it through.

[WHISTLES]

Let's go.

Bring it through. Let's go.

I was racing with Wendy and
Skipper, Dad. I was winning.

Good.

What happened here?

Okay, you're relieved now, okay?

Thanks. This tender
reunion was getting me down.

I'm Victor Tower.
What's the problem?

Problem is that
wind-skating in the streets...

was a factor to not one accident
but several. How am I doing?

Well, Jason, what have
you got to say for yourself?

I was ahead of Wendy
and Skipper, that's all I know.

All I know is he
was almost k*lled.

Anything else?

Yeah, some truck came along.

After that, I'm not
sure what happened.

I've taught my
son to be a winner.

For that reason I'm prepared to accept
full blame for whatever's happened here.

Look, Mr. Tower, have you ever
thought about advising your son...

that wind skating
is not for the street?

Have I, Jason?

I don't think so, Dad, but
I should've known better.

I agree with that.

Well, officer?

I'm just glad your
son wasn't hurt.

All right, put your
things in the car.

And, Jason, I'm glad too, of
course, that you didn't hurt yourself.

- I knew that, Dad.
- Good boy.

Now, look, don't feel obligated if there's
any of this stuff you'd rather not accept.

I ordered it, I'll accept it.

You're all right, that's
the only thing that counts.

I tell you, I'm in the mood to go to
the head man at Glinco Industries...

- and loosen a few teeth for him.
- Tom, for the umpteenth time...

all you've got are suspicions.

Yours isn't the first wheel that's
accidentally come off a truck.

You sound just like those cops.

These melons here
I don't know about.

They might've hit the
old nitrogen cycle early.

They're all right.

But it looks like
we've got company.

- Officer Poncherello.
- The name's Ponch.

- This is my partner, Jon Baker.
- Hi.

Hi, I'm Dani Catlin.

You saw Tom's accident?

Yes, it was pretty spooky.

Yeah, but it doesn't
mean a thing, right, boys?

What gives with you, man?
All we're trying to do is help.

Oh, yeah. Keep reminding me that attempted
m*rder is a pretty serious charge.

Well, it is, dummy. And
it's time you paid attention.

You'll have to forgive
my brother. He's,

uh... He's been under
a little strain lately.

Excuse me.

You mentioned Glinco
Industries has it in for you.

- You have some reason or...?
- The best reason in the world.

Glinco Industries owns or controls most
of the farmland between here and Ventura.

That's some of the
best dirt in California.

But most just isn't
enough for Glinco, no.

No, they gotta have all of it,
including the handful of acres I've got.

Probably end up getting it too,
but it's gonna be over my dead body.

- Look, why don't...?
- Hi.

I had a feeling
you'd be right out.

Jill, meet Jon and Ponch.

Hi, fellas. Good to see you.

- Hi.
- Jill's watched you guys drive...

up and down the road. She
thought you'd never stop.

What's this? White carrot?

Icicle radish.

Try it. It's on the house.

No, thank you. Uh, I
got a touch of indigestion.

Jill, what have we got
for Ponch's indigestion?

I'll find something.
Don't go away.

You mentioned today
this was the third time.

You wanna tell me
about the other two times?

First, there's water
in my gas t*nk.

And a couple of days later,
my transmission plug fell out.

Ever heard of that one?

That's 200 bucks for a new transmission.
Two hundred bucks and I had other plans.

I understand how you feel, but everything
you've told us could've been an accident.

And Bo Derek's a five and a
half, she only looks like a 10.

Drink this, it'll
cure what ails you.

Thanks.

I, uh, take it you guys
aren't into health foods.

We're not yet, but it
looks like we may be soon.

This isn't bad.

What's in it?

Chamomile, comfrey
and raspberry.

Tastes terrific.

What'd you call it?

Pregnancy tea.

[LAUGHING]

Heh.

Heh-heh. Heh-heh-heh-heh.

CAL: Oh, hey.

More truck problems?

- You gotta be kidding.
- How you doing, Cal?

- What happened now?
- Today I lost a wheel.

Turned the truck over, came within inches
of wiping out some kid on a skateboard.

Didn't do the truck
much good either, did it?

Yeah. The truck Heh.

I was lucky I didn't
k*ll myself and that kid.

Terrible.

Yeah. Forget it. Let's
go get some coffee.

Wait a minute, are you
gonna tell me what happened?

I'll sum it up for you in four words:
Glinco Industries strikes again.

[CAL EXHALES SHARPLY]

- Come and see what I did, Dad.
- Later. I'm in the middle of something.

The new design we've been
talking about. I added a batten.

From now, I'll win everything.

That's the idea, son.

Come and see, Dad, please?

Jason...

- you know what these are?
- No, sir.

These are plans. These are preliminary
drawings for a shopping center.

If I don't have these
finished soon...

it's possible we could lose out on a
contract worth several million dollars.

And guess who would be to blame?

You don't want your
father to be a loser.

- You never lose.
- Right.

Now, you run along now
and do your thing, okay?

Sure, Dad. I'm sorry.

Your competition will
never know what hit them.

Uh-uh-uh.

Bean sprout salad.

What happened to your usual
peanut butter chocolate smoothie?

I wanna keep my energy level constant, so
I got into fruit and slow-burning carbos.

He also met a lady who's
heavy into health foods.

HARLAN: Uh-huh.

Just don't mix your fruit and
carbohydrates too closely.

- They'|| cancel each other out.
- Very true, Harlan.

And give you gas.

- Hey, what's Jon doing up at the academy?
- He's filling in for a motor instructor.

You know, some
guys get all the breaks.

Hey, Ponch, telephone call.

Male or female?

Uh, be surprised.

Heh.

A health date, sure, why not?

I'm game for anything
except alfalfa sandwiches.

Heh-heh. Right.

Okay, I'll be seeing you.

- What are you, on a break?
- Not anymore, I'm not.

Wait a minute. Not so fast.

What's this about possible sabotage
with that produce truck yesterday?

We put everything in our report.

I told the guy we'll
keep an eye on him.

But not to the exclusion of
your customary duties, correct?

- Correct.
- Yeah.

[SIGHS]

Some kind of a
spill you took, fella.

- Break anything?
- I don't think so.

Keep this up, you'll be punching
before your first communion.

You get around, don't you?

Well, that's not a
street, it's a parking lot.

Yeah, and we got permission.

That's till it starts filling
up, then we gotta leave.

See there, you're learning.

By the way, the wind skaters I know
wear pads and a helmet just in case.

So we're learning.

It isn't easy finding a place
that isn't a street, you know.

Yeah, I know.

Do highway patrolman
work the park too?

Not the way you think, no.

JILL: Ponch.

There you are. We
were afraid we'd lost you.

Heh. Official business.

Otherwise, I'd be a
mile ahead of you.

I'll see you later, kids, okay?

-So long. WENDY: Bye.

PONCH: Health date, huh?

Feels more like the
police academy to me.

Well, how do you like
part one of a health date?

Why don't we skip part
one and go to part two.

Oh, I see.

All right, come on.

[JILL AND DANI LAUGHING]

- Hey, I'll catch up, I gotta tie my shoe.
- All right.

Just think, when we're
through, we can all have...

fresh juicy melon
off Tom's truck.

-What? No fried
chicken? JILL: Uh-uh-uh.

Oh, yeah, yeah, melon is good.

Listen, how long has
Tom been farming?

Oh, about two years now.

He was in college studying to be
a pharmacist when he got the bug.

I'm to blame I suppose.

Why do you say that?

Well, when I opened the store,
Tom got interested in natural foods.

He finally decided he'd rather
prevent illness than cure it.

First thing I knew,
he'd dropped out of

school, was leasing
acreage and planting crops.

Happiest man you ever saw.

Then along came
Glinco Industries.

Whoever.

Well, do you think, uh,
Tom would mind if we

stopped by his place
and had a look around?

He might.

But I sure wouldn't.

Well, uh, come on or else
we'll never get to part two.

- Ha-ha. I b*at you.
- Oh.

Ready for phase two?

Let's go.

I'll be back by midday
with the part for that pump.

You strap them in there
and irrigate those vines.

- Try and get back in one piece, okay?
- Okay, my friend.

- Tommy.
- Yeah?

I've got an idea.

Why don't I just call
in sick today, huh?

Ride shotgun with you.

Just say the word.

I appreciate that, Cal.

I don't think so.

Okay.

Oh, by the way, uh, tell your dad I'll have
a check for him by the end of the month.

If he's not worried about
it, why should you be?

Have a good trip.

Come on, Glinco, let the
wave of the future pass you by.

[HORN HONKING]

I could've made that!

Let me through there!

Come on.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

DISPATCHER: All units,
vicinity of Hillside in the Valley.

Citizen reports an
11-83, possible injuries.

Any units responding, identify.

WOMAN: Oh. Oh.

Oh, my God. Oh. Oh.

Take it easy. Take
it easy, I'll help you.

Come on, let me
help you. You all right?

Not so fast. She might
have broken something.

Don't tell me if I'm
broken or not, you turkeys!

- I'll tell you if I'm broken!
- Lady, I'm sorry.

- Something happened to my steering.
- To your head you mean.

You Glinco guys, you
got your orders, don't you?

- "Get Catlin, no matter
what you have to do."

- Catlin? The flaky
farmer. I should've known.

Well, go ahead.
Somebody hit somebody.

You both deserve it.

- Ma'am, I said I'm sorry.
- You're sorry.

You better be insured,
buddy, but good.

I just made the last payment.

Oh, my... Oh,
my... My hairdo. Oh.

[SIREN WAILING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

DISPATCHER: Requesting a backup.

11-25. Disabled motorist...

Not once, but twice you
tried to run me off the road.

To keep you from a head-on
collision, then you try to run me off.

Why just settle it like a
man? Take a poke at him.

- Come on, come on. Give me your best sh*t.
- You think I won't?

Go ahead, start swinging.

- Hold it! Nobody move!
- This guy tried to k*ll me.

He tried to k*ll me.

Why don't you lock them both up?

First guy who throws
a punch is in trouble.

- You got it?
- All right.

Right.

- Ma'am, are you hurt?
- I'm not hurt.

Do not tell me I am hurt.

Why didn't you
let them settle it?

- Oh, no! You dirty...!
- Hold it! There's gonna be none of that.

- Turn him loose. Turn him loose.
- Hear, hear, hear.

Hear this. When we're done with this,
you guys are both going downtown, got it?

- All right.
- Now say amen, brother.

Okay.

I gotta call my boss.
I got a CB in the cab.

Fine, call your boss,
but do it peacefully.

Peacefully? Oh.

You need a cop and
you get a philosopher.

Sweet car.

- Let me help you up, ma'am.
- Oh, leave me alone.

I don't wanna get up.

You all right? Are you
sure you're all right?

Help me up.

TOM: Right there, busted
tire well. What did I tell you?

Well, looks like
somebody's been at work

with a hacksaw. No
wonder you couldn't steer.

You wanted
evidence, there it is.

And I'm ready to prefer charges
for attempted m*rder right now.

Let me ask you something.

If Glinco Industries wanted to
bury you, would they do it like this?

With a bunch of barrels
with their name all over it?

Ponch, it wasn't supposed to
happen that way. Don't you see that?

I was supposed to run off
the road and bury myself.

You got a point there.

You're right about one thing.

My company, Glinco, would give its eye
teeth to own the land that hippie lives on.

To build a subdivision, right?

Glinco is into all kinds
of things, not just farming.

Has Glinco tried
to buy the property?

From the owner, yeah,
Old Man Hendricks.

But he wouldn't sell.

Go talk to him.

Ask him if we broke any arms.

I may just do that.

TOM: Cal?
- Tom.

I think so. Who did you expect?

I don't know, Jorge maybe.

- I figured you were still in town.
- Why would I still be in town?

You sold a big load of
produce today, remember?

- Thought you might be celebrating.
- Celebrating what?

The fact that a guy I ran off
the road is gonna sue me?

- What are you talking about? More trouble?
- Ah

- You're kidding. What happened now?
- Busted tire rod. I'll tell you later.

Who's that out there
with Dani and Jill?

Cop I met. I've been
seeing a lot of him lately.

I had no idea it
was this late. Uh...

- I'll call you. Listen, I gotta run.
- Whoa, whoa. What's the big hurry?

Um, early dinner.
I promised Dad the

pleasure of my company
first time this month.

You tell your dad I love him.

Yeah, right. Bye.

[CHATTERING]

[LAUGHING]

-Oh. Congratulations,
you made it.

Hey, yeah, just barely.

- How do you like the place?
- Oh, it's big.

-Uh-huh.

And not too level either.

How about a nice big glass of
boysenberry juice? Sound good?

-Boysenberry juice? BOTH: Yeah.

Yummy.

You wouldn't happen to have a nice
cold beer around here, would you?

Come on.

Yeah, Jon should've come along.
He doesn't know what he's missing.

In fact, if this is life on the
farm, I think I can learn to like it.

If you dig farming,
it's the only way to go.

But, um, if your
heart's not in it, Ponch...

[COUGHING]

it can k*ll you. Heh-heh-heh.

[PONCH CHUCKLES]

Hey, Tom, I understand a
Mr. Hendricks owns this property.

Yeah, how'd you know that?

- What have we here?
- Boysenberry juice.

A glass, huh?

- You think I can get some ice in this?
- No, room temperature's better for you.

- Yeah, but we're not in a room.
- Trust me.

Uh, I can see you and Jon have been
doing some nosing around about Hendricks.

Hey, we're cops, you know.

You think somebody's
been sabotaging your truck?

We think maybe you're right.

Finally. But I'm telling
you, Ponch, you don't

have to look any farther
than Glinco Industries.

So where is it written
only one suspect?

I mean, the dollar value
on this property is high, Tom.

Mr. Hendricks could make a
fortune selling it from under you.

No, not according to my lease.
He's got a fortune, he doesn't need it.

Well, what about his son, Cal?

- Spends a lot of time here.
- That's right, as a friend.

Helping you with
the truck, right?

Dani, I can't believe you.

Cal's a carpenter, he hates
the farm. You know that.

Tom, would you please help
me inside for a minute, okay?

Salad and main course
are coming right up.

Mr. Hendricks or Cal, Dani?
Which one don't you like?

The question is, do
I love my brother?

The answer is yes.

Then this might be a good
time for some straight answers.

Mr. Hendricks' wife is dead now.

They were married in this house.

Cal was born here.

Mr. Hendricks loves this land.

Well, are you
saying Cal doesn't?

I'm saying that Cal has
been Tom's best friend.

Look, come on, Dani.

What if these accidents become too
much for Tom and he gives up the lease?

Well, then it'll all go to Cal.

And he could sell?

Yeah, he could sell.

And make a fortune?

Yeah, but I don't think
Tom will believe that.

JILL: Ta-da!

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

Hey, terrific. What is it?

Well, the salad is chard,
kale, mustard greens...

bean and alfalfa sprouts, mushrooms,
and a really superb dressing.

And the main course
is veggie burgers.

Veggie burgers?

Yeah, you know,
vegetable burgers, no meat.

No meat?

- Uh-uh.
- Oh, boy.

[ALL CHUCKLING]

My dad and I redesigned it.

I told him I could do it by myself,
but he wanted to help, so I let him.

I bet your dad hasn't
even looked at that thing.

Yeah, whatever it is.

If it works, I may
patent it. Go into

business like those guys
who make surfboards.

Maybe you kids could
even work for me.

I can hardly wait.

I hope it works better
than the last time.

Well, if you can keep
up with me, you'll find out.

[HORN HONKS THEN TIRES SCREECH]

[HORN HONKS]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

-You all right? MAN: I'm fine.

Are you hurt?

You again?

Just arrest me, see if I care.

You know, son, for a winner,
you're causing me a lot of trouble.

I asked him to help
me, but he wouldn't.

So just bust me, I don't care.

You asked who to
help you? Your dad?

I'll run away. You'll
never see me again.

I hate him!

I hate him, I hate
him, I hate him!

If I were you, Mr. Tower, I'd go
out and get myself a good lawyer.

By now, I imagine the claim adjusters
are forming a line to get at you.

Without a doubt.

Your son is alive and unhurt,
Mr. Tower, and so are the other people.

Seems to me that ought
to count for something.

This is the second
time it's happened.

My son should have
known better the first time.

Jason, why don't you
and I take a little walk?

So, what's that all about?

My sergeant's doing me a favor.

You see, if he hears
what I'm about to say...

he'd be forced to rack me
up for chewing out a civilian.

What's the plan? To work
me over with a rubber hose?

No, never.

Your son's got enough to
worry about. You know why?

Because he loves you.

And frankly, from what
I've seen of you, the

kid would be better off
loving the Berlin Wall.

I could have your badge
for talking to me like that.

Sorry, not without
witnesses you don't.

Is that how I come across?
As if I don't love my own son?

You got it, pal.

Well, I wanna tell
you something.

I hope you understand I'm not trying
to cop out, the boy's mother is dead.

Jason told me. In other words,
you had to be mother and father.

- Well, what are you looking for? Pity?
- Pity?

I've never asked for
pity in my entire life.

Of course not, you're a winner.

Not always.

But I want my son to be.

And winners can't be soft.
Not in this world, my friend.

That's all I'm trying
to teach the boy.

Well, I saw your boy cry today.

What do you plan to
do now, disown him?

Don't be ridiculous.

Well, now I'm confused. I
thought you couldn't stand losers.

What are you talking about? My
son is a winner if there ever was one.

Of course he is. And
everybody loves a winner.

So why not give it a try?

Well, that's it.

That's the last load till the
new crops start coming in.

One time, boss. Try and get
that load to market, will you?

This one's gonna get
there, I guarantee it.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Well...

What's going on
here? You gals lost?

We are giving you
an escort today.

- Didn't I tell you?
- No.

Today, if anybody tries anything,
we're gonna be witnesses.

She's right.

[HORN HONKING]

Cal!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

L.A. 15 Mary 4, multiple
TC on the 210 at Valley View.

Roll an 11-42 unit and a
unit for an 11-84 to stand by.

-Dani... Get Dani, she's
unconscious. PONCH: I know, I know.

Bonnie!

Keep moving. Get back
to your cars, please. We

gotta get this traffic
out of here. Let's go.

Steering wheel's got her
pinned. What is this stuff?

Muriatic acid concentrate. It'll leak
through that top like Swiss cheese.

- You got a rope or a chain?
- I got a rope.

Bonnie, bring your car.

Wait, don't move this car.

That valve will break off.

Acid will k*ll the girl before
you can get her out of there.

Give Ponch and
Bonnie a hand, quick.

The leak's getting worse.

Get your rope.

If we can move the steering wheel
to the right side, I can get her out.

- Got you.
- Listen, get your car...

move it and touch hers, to
keep her car from moving.

Keep it from moving,
okay. Jeb, get the girl.

Okay.

Come on, Bonnie.
Easy, easy, easy.

Come on, little further,
little further, little more.

Easy. More.

Stop!

Okay, now, don't jerk the line or
rock the car. Move slow and steady.

Slow and steady.

Dani? Dam, it's Punch.

Dani, can you hear me?

Dani, listen, when I pull, you come with
me no matter how much it hurts, understand?

Dani?

Hey, Ponch, is it moving?

- Not yet.
- Hey, better make it fast, man.

It's going to give
way all of a sudden.

Pull, man, the stuff
is eating through.

[DANI GRUNTS]

- Hi, g*ng.
- Hi, Bonnie. How you doing?

I thought you had
dates. Where are they?

- Over there.
- Would you believe it?

[ALL LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]