04x13 - Sharks

[bunniefuu]

Phew.

Good swim, huh?

Yep.

I thought I saw something
down there. Something big.

- Yeah?
- Couldn't be sharks, could it?

[CHUCKLES]

Look, you saw Jaws
three times, Jaws 2 twice...

You didn't see anything?

All I saw was shadows.

Cut the engines.

There's trouble ashore.

Cameron's signaling
not to come in.

Pull your bow.

Hey.

Not another shark?

- I think I smell smugglers.
- What are we gonna do about it?

Well, I know we can't
catch the boat. Come on.

Come back here, you! Come back!

- You hurt?
- No, I'm okay, I'm not hurt.

- I didn't have anywhere to go.
- All right.

I didn't know what to do,
he was driving like a maniac.

It was red, all red, a Camaro.

SHARON: Can anybody hear me?
- Oh, my God, Sharon! Get her.

SHARON: Get me out!
WOMAN: Oh, Sharon.

PONCH: Sharon.

If I ever get my hands
on that subhuman

specimen, he'll wish he
lived on another planet.

That pea-brain, hot
rod freako. Where is he?

- Get him back here.
- These guys saw it all.

Witnesses. Well, get their
names, I want their names.

- Jon Baker.
- Toni Bedrano.

Frank Poncherello.

[SCOFFS]

Ah, Officer Poncherello,
Sergeant Dwayne Aikens...

Administrative
Narcotics, uh, L.A.P.D.

He works on marine
drug smuggling.

Hi, sergeant.

Uh, sarge, could I have a report
so I can make a copy for the girls?

- Here, take mine.
- Won't you need it?

No, I took a memory course.

They saw some flashes,
they saw a boat turn around...

which boats sometimes do
when they're getting close to shore.

Otherwise, you see,
they might run aground.

Now, wait a minute.

Those flashes had
a pattern, like a code.

And the boat responded.

What kind of a boat? That's one
thing you didn't have in your report.

A cabin cruiser.
Smallish, yellow and white.

Oh, now we're making some
progress. There can't be more than...

5000 smallish, yellow and
white cabin cruisers out there.

I saw it. My partner saw it.

Zero multiplied.

Listen, the guy that took off in the red
Camaro was not uptight about nothing.

[SCOFFS]

Maybe he thought you
were gonna mug him.

Hey, what do you Ad-Narcs
get? Promotion points for insults?

Wait a minute,
wait a minute, okay.

Maybe you guys did stumble
in on a smuggling operation.

Maybe you did force the bad
guys to cancel their delivery.

But look what you give me.

A man with no name, a car with
no numbers and a cabin cruiser.

Smallish. Yellow and white.

If they come up with one
hard fact, give me a call, huh.

I'll notify Harbor Patrol
and we'll go to work. Okay?

Hope we're not
wasting your time.

PONCH: Hey, Aikens.

We don't pretend
to be detectives.

But I'll bet my badge we can nail
those guys with the facts we have...

while you're downtown
polishing your pants.

That's very good.

- Hey, tell me.
- What?

How do you plant
kelp underwater?

- I don't know.
- I'm the biologist.

- She's the marine photographer.
- Oh, right.

How do you plant
kelp underwater?

Very carefully.

[ALL CHUCKLING]

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

It's all right. Next time you
go scuba diving, let me know.

I'll take your picture.

Oh, I'm not gonna go
scuba diving anymore.

I mean, you never know
when there might be

another att*ck of the
deadly k*ller shadows.

Grossman's not afraid of
sharks, he's related to them.

The shark is known as
nature's perfect eating machine.

[SCOFFS]

Listen, you guys, it
was nice meeting you.

Thanks for the invitation,
it sounds like fun.

Well, yeah, we're all
gonna get together Sunday.

Um, Toni and Jon and Bonnie
and her friend. You and me?

Terrific.

Yeah. And thanks for
the accident reports.

My insurance now
will be ecstatic.

- All right.
- See you.

- See you Sunday.
- Bye.

Bye.

[SIREN WAILING]

L.A. 15, 7 Adam in pursuit
of a black '78 Porsche 928.

Partial Yellow-Ida-Nora.

[OVER RADIO] Westbound
54 from Blair Road.

15, Mary 4 approaching
Blair Road. We're clear.

[SIREN WAILING]

7 Adam, northbound,
McKinney Drive.

Mary 3, eastbound on
Canyon Road, I'll pick you up.

- Bar, you just sit still, right?
- Okay.

Don't move.

All right, Bar, back it up easy.

[ENGINE REVVING]

PONCH: Come on.

Okay, that's good.

[SIGHS]

Well...

Thank you, guys.

But my pride's in shreds.

That character
flat outclassed me.

Not the driver, Bar, the car.

Souped-up engine,
custom suspension.

A hill racer.

Yeah, that's a good guess.

Well, that would
explain the Camaro.

Yeah. I mean it
acted like a hill racer.

But who? And why?

Can you handle it here? I
wanna check something out.

- I'll call it in, Barry.
- All right.

15, Mary 3, Code 4 on the pursuit,
two miles north on Canyon Road.

15, Mary 3. Mary 4, do you copy?

104, Ponch.

I'm in the 23000
block on Canon Drive.

I think I got our red
Camaro parked at the house.

How soon can you 11987

- I can be there in 10. What's your plan?
- Go in on suspicion of hit-and-run.

10-4. The only danger is we might spook
them and lose them on the smuggling rap.

PONCH: Hold it.

I think there is a guy here
that can help. Stand by.

[SIREN WAILS]

- Step in front of the truck, please.
- Yeah, sure.

I don't... I don't understand
this. What did I do?

Nothing. No violation.

Uh, I just noticed your truck.

- You're Mr. Kelley.
- That's right.

You cater, huh?

No, I deliver laundry. What
do you mean, do I cater?

Uh, big party at the
house you just left.

I do big ones and small ones.

What could you do for a big
one, say a couple of dozen people?

I handle that many
for him every Monday.

That's a small one.
Big ones I got a staff.

- Are you sure it was the same Camaro?
- We know it was.

How? Did you get
the license number?

Instinct, powers of observation,
retention, all those good things.

Yeah, but you weren't quite
sure enough to knock at the door.

Look, if this is the guy...

I don't like eating his dust on the beach
or his hit-and-run on Toni and Sharon.

And we want him for the big one.

- We don't wanna blow our narcotics case.
- Your narcotics case?

Heh, I mean, every time I give you
guys an inch, you take a country mile.

Would you get me a
Sergeant Dwayne Aikens,

Administrative Narcotics,
L.A.P.D., please?

Hold it. You're not gonna give
our lead to that snoop hound.

There is no
copyright on this case.

And you guys are not
detectives, as Jon pointed out.

Okay. As a matter of
record, it's your lead.

- So who got there first?
- We did.

And not just because you happen
to be on the coastline b*at, huh?

Look, Joe...

But, Jon, what we do
internally is our business...

Just as long as it's not
illegal, immoral or fattening.

On the interservice level, I play it
straight and proper and you know it.

Aikens will muscle in.

You guys got one step
ahead of him already.

[PHONE BUZZES]

Yeah, thank you.

Ah, Aikens, it's Getraer.

Look, I got some good news
for you and some bad news.

And the bad news is that my
guys brought in the good news.

Psst.

Meet me at this
address, 8:00 tonight.

Shh.

Harlan?

Hey, Harlan?

Harlan?

- Hi.
- Hi.

What's this all about?

Well, you were
asking about hill racers.

I asked if you could make a
hill racer out of my Firebird.

Impossible.

Well, not impossible,
impractical.

Look. We think we're up
against a guy that drives one.

He got away from us once. If he tries
again, we'd like a chance to catch up.

All right. Just step this way.

- Hey, there's a beauty.
- Hey, is that a hill racer?

Yeah. Now, these are
powerful, costly machines.

And their owners meet
like a secret society.

Just for the thrill
of competition.

They're elusive,
mysterious people.

- Heh. Who does this belong to?
- Me.

BOTH: You? HARLAN: Shh.

Uh, Harlan, if you
use it, it's official.

- I mean with permission and approval.
- Oh, yeah?

Yeah. How long will it take you
to install lights, siren and radio?

Oh, I can have it ready
for you by Sunday.

We'll ask Getraer. We
may need it by Monday.

PONCH: All right.

Yeah. Come on.

- I'm gonna put this over here.
- Okay.

Um, I don't mean to
alarm anybody. Shark!

Willy.

It's got a name?

Okay, Willy, knock it off.

That thing started
out life as a sailboat...

but Willy likes this
better. He's a prankster.

You don't say.

What is this thing?

This is a cage, for protection,
you know, against sharks.

I use it when I'm photographing
in dangerous waters.

For protection? The top is open.

That's all right. A
shark won't dive in.

They only att*ck head on.

Right.

Actually, all kelp or seaweed
is one of seven forms of algae.

Right now I'm working with the
Fale Fita and the giant macrocystis.

I'm trying to breed in some of
the better qualities of Irish Red.

- It's a lot richer.
- Didn't they use kelp to make soap?

Right. For the alkali. But now
there are cheaper sources.

Jon, Bar, try the salad.

- Who made this? You?
- Uh-huh. Like it?

Fantastic, Sharon.
Just delicious.

Mm.

- What's in it?
- Mostly seaweed.

Hey, Ponch, you can have
mine. I'll take your burger.

Ho-ho.

- Look at this.
- Am I glad we got wheels that can move.

Yeah. If there's any action,
every car here is a getaway car.

All right, let's get on with it.

[CAR APPROACHING]

Where the heck
have you guys been?

Maybe we got lost at sea after
you got the delivery loused up.

Hey, I'm sorry. I never saw
scuba divers in that lagoon before.

But it shouldn't take you
three days to get here.

- Hey, you're lucky we got here at all.
- I don't pay for luck.

And I don't need your
lip. I pay for delivery.

From you, or I go
somewhere else.

You get this for an extra two grand. That's
what I had to lay out to get it here.

Okay, fine. This time.

Wednesday night we
meet at Dead Man's Cove.

And you be there.

[CHATTERING]

Somebody's coming.

- Hello there.
- Hi.

- I'm Rodney Cameron.
- Hi, Rodney.

- Nice party.
- Do I know you?

I'm John, this is Craig. We're Debbie
and Julie's friends from Cleveland.

Who are Debbie and Julie?

Well, Julie's kind of...

- Well, they're both kind of tall.
- Yeah.

Back home they
think they're sisters...

but they're cousins. They're,
uh, nieces of Mr. Simpson's.

Who's Mr. Simpson?

He's their uncle.

This anybody you know?

Mr. Simpson? No.

When we meet him,
we'll introduce you.

He'll show up. He's
bringing Julie and Debbie.

It's his party.

Wrong.

It's my party.

Heh. In Mr. Simpson's house?

- Heh. That's California for you, eh?
- Yeah.

This is my house.

I think you fellows
made a mistake.

Oh, well, let me
see. I got it right here.

We came right to this address.

23910 Canyon Lane,
Pacific Palisades.

- That's us. Yeah.
- Right there.

This is Canyon Drive in Malibu.
You're at the wrong address.

This is... This is embarrassing.

Nice party, though.

The girls are at the other one.

Uh, well, we better
get going, eh?

Yeah. Look, I'm really
sorry. Excuse me.

I told him to look at the map. He's
always trying to take a shortcut.

Bye.

Check them out.

See where they go.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES,
THEN ENGINE REVS]

I think we picked up a watchdog.

Which way to Pacific Palisades?

It's the other way, turkey.

Lost him.

- Maybe that will convince him.
- It convinced me.

If you need speed,
this baby flies.

Harlan, you devil.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Oh, you guys are beautiful.

Things are really looking up.

First you bring me nothing. Now
you bring me pictures of nothing.

- Party guests, license plates.
- Rodney Cameron III.

I get an emotional
tag from this.

But I don't get any closer
to smuggling or narcotics.

Put a tail on Cameron.
That might lead to something.

No, he's outside
of my jurisdiction.

Maybe I can get the
sheriff to cooperate.

And also get busted back to blue
suits for trusting you two hotshots.

Well, you're young,
you can take up knitting.

All right. May I suggest that we
take our newfound understanding...

to the, uh, briefing
room? Come on.

- Cheers.
- All right, you wanna settle down, please?

I want you to give your attention
up here to Sergeant Aikens.

Okay, who has
the coastline b*at?

Uh, Bonnie, Grossman,
I'm putting you out there too.

You five are particularly
involved in this...

but I want you to know it's
an interagency operation.

It concerns us all.

Now, we have a suspect,
J. Rodney Cameron...

who may be a major
narcotics dealer.

Photographs are
available in my office.

From photographic
evidence, we know that there

were four known
traffickers and dealers...

and a couple of couriers
at a party he gave last night.

Now, if you spot him, do not,
I repeat, do not alert the man.

Advise Getraer
and he'll notify me.

Now, we have reason
to believe that his stuff...

Is delivered ship-to-shore,
brought in by boat.

A cabin cruiser.

- Yellow and white.
- Smallish.

Now, you have a description
of the suspect's red Camaro.

But remember at all times,
we've got to catch him dirty.

Preserve the chain of evidence.

Any questions?

Yes, sergeant. Is there anyone you
wish to thank for their work on this case?

No.

I was just acting on key information
provided by Officers Baker and Poncherello.

I expect that someday they'll get around
to thanking me for following through.

All right, shoreline
detail, front and center.

The rest of you, chase
them and face them.

L.A. 15, Mary 5, I've got a visual
with the 11500 suspect vehicle.

Northbound Coastal Highway,
one mile south of Lair Road.

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]: 10-4,
Mary 5. Assisting units are on channel 2.

[SIREN WAILING]

7 David.

He just passed me at
Luna Lane. I've got him.

7 Charles, you copy?

104, Jeb. I'm southbound, six
miles north of Dead Man's Cove.

If I see him, I'll advise.

Mary 3 and 4, what's your 20?

BAKER [OVER RADIO]: Mary 3
and 4 sitting at the 54 intersection.

Coastline Units, 7 David. I
lost him at Lardner's Point.

He didn't pass me, and this is
the only place he could've turned.

Dead Man's Cove,
that's the only way in.

Okay, block the entrance
and inform Getraer.

Mary 3 and 4, we have a
visual on the 11500 cars, parked.

We will not go for the suspect,
we will observe. Stand by.

That's the signal
to come in, right?

Yeah, I guess it's...

Hold it, there's
cops on the hill.

-We go?

They'll call the coast guard.

Put the dinghy over the side.

And pull the plug.

Must have seen us.

Stay here, see what they do.

Coastline units, Mary 3.
Suspect vehicle is coming out hot.

They left the
boat. It's sinking.

16, 7 Charles in pursuit.
Unmarked Mustang.

Northbound coastal road
from Dead Man's Cove.

A red Camaro
0-8-5-Yellow-Ida-Nora.

[SIREN WAILING]

Listen, we got the coast guard
out and we can cover the beaches.

[OVER RADIO] And we can pick those two up
from the boat. But if they sank the boat...

I don't know what
good it'll do us.

We can rest assured
they left the stuff on board.

I'll tell Sharon and Toni to get
the boat ready. Meet me there.

All right.

Saw the boat, saw the guys.
You get the guys, we'll get the stuff.

Unbroken chain of evidence.

If the water hasn't
destroyed the stuff...

if it hasn't drifted off to blue Hawaii
and if we can prove we didn't plant it.

And, lastly, if we can
find the cockamamie boat.

It's a big ocean
out there, you guys.

PONCH [OVER RADIO]: 10-4.

10-4 what?

Uh, 10-4 the big ocean?

Look, if I know Baker
and Poncherello...

they'll know where to find
your, um, cockamamie boat.

- Shark.
- Shark.

Cage.

Bring them up.

- We got them dirty.
- All right!

[ALL CHUCKLING]

Ahoy on shore, this
is CHP Navy out here.

We got the crook and we got the evidence
on him. Is there anything else you need?

Well, what do you
say now, sarge?

Whoopee. Let's throw a party.

Well, J. Rodney Cameron
has some very influential friends.

Probably spend three years in
the slammer, roll over on the g*ng.

Yeah. But when we left
him, he wasn't singing.

But he was humming.

Hey, Aikens, why don't you
try the salad? It's delicious.

What is it, kelp?

Yeah.

Yeah, I love it.

It figures.

Sergeant, what's gonna happen
to the guys who sunk the boat?

They belong to the
feds. We don't need them.

Hey, Sharon, these burgers
are super. Did you make them?

No, they're Toni's invention.

Great, Toni. How'd
you get that flavor?

It's a combination of things.

Mostly seaweed and shark meat.

Kidding, Ponch, just kidding.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Good.