The principal said he was
gonna send for dad this time.
Your father was busy,
and it may be just as well.
I don't know
how he's gonna react
to another schoolyard fight.
- Well, I won.
- See you tomorrow, Timmy.
See ya, Pat.
I think your choice of friends
has something
to do with this.
If it wasn't for Pat,
I would have got whipped.
Hey, Betty Getraer and Timmy.
- Hi.
- Hi, Jon.
Was Pat McGuire in the fight?
Nah, Pat was in a different one
but he showed me
how to throw a left jab
and a right cross.
See? Pat's a pretty
good teacher, right?
Come on, Pat. Hurry up.
The principal said
to give this to you.
Oh, brother, pretty soon
I'll have enough of these
to wallpaper a room.
This time it wasn't my fault.
- Somebody else started it.
- I'll bet.
Look at your jeans.
I'll see you later.
Airline tickets, $1,821.69.
- Meals to date, approximately--
- Not approximately, Lois.
We have a $100,000 budget,
I wanna know exactly
where every penny goes.
The only thing about this caper
that is approximate
is the size of the take
when we pull it off.
What do you got for cars?
- I'm sorry, mom. Honest.
- I'm sure you are, honey.
But that doesn't buy clothes,
and as hard as I have to work
to keep you looking decent--
Look out!
Move, Kel, move.
Get going.
It's okay, son.
Just lie still.
- My mom. I want my mom!
- Okay, okay, take it easy.
Don't fight me.
We'll take care of you.
You may be hurt,
and you don't know it.
Your mom's being taken
care of, alright?
- I want my dad.
- Okay, we'll take care of it.
- Just lie still, alright?
- No, I'm okay. I'm okay.
- Alright ,where is your dad?
- I don't know.
You said you wanted your dad.
Where does he work?
Timmy's dad.
Where's Timmy's dad?
- Timmy Getraer?
- I want Timmy's dad.
- I want Timmy's dad.
- Just lie still, alright?
Crossing guard gave me
a license number
for another car
that was involved.
It was a black, late model
sedan. It left the scene.
Must be a friend from school.
Here you go.
I thought you were headed
straight for the hotel.
- We had a change of plans.
- What happened to the fender?
What happened? Lightning struck
us, that's what happened.
Shaw was not to blame.
It's past. Forget it.
We're still on schedule. How
are you on drivers and budget?
I've got six wheelmen lined up.
That's no problem.
The problem is cars are running
a little higher than I figured.
Your ceiling's 18,800. Any
overruns come out of your cut.
I'll get 'em.
Keep this thing here
under cover.
We'll take your car
to the hotel.
Shaw can bring it back.
Okay, doc, I'll wait here.
- What's the story?
- That was the chief of surgery.
He said the mother's in OR.
Head and chest.
- Real bad.
- What about the boy?
Well, for a kid that was sitting
in a su1c1de seat
with no seat belt,
he lucked out.
Why did he call for me? Did he
say? I've barely met the boy.
Sarge, he's best friends
with Timmy
and if you've ever listened
to your son
you know you're the best cop
that ever took a breath.
Oh, and, uh,
you don't agree, huh?
- Doc just finished up.
- How's Pat?
Well, outside of a bump
on the head and a bruise or two
doc says he's fine.
He's one tough little customer.
Yeah, that's his reputation.
Pat?
Timmy's told me a lot about you.
Doctor says you're doing okay.
- Is my mother dead?
- No.
No, she's, uh, badly hurt.
She needs good doctors,
and she's got 'em.
She wouldn't be dead
if it wasn't for me.
Hey, you asked to see me, right?
Why, if you thought
I'd lie to you?
- Your mother is not dead.
- Okay.
Now, why did you wanna see me?
Okay, let's try this for size,
hmm?
Timmy says that
your parents are divorced.
You and Timmy are friends.
Uh, you're in trouble.
Timmy's father's a cop,
and he might be able to help.
Is that close?
Officer Baker says
you wanted to see your father.
Look, I don't wanna talk
about it, okay?
Fine, no problem.
Anyhow, I don't know
where he is.
- Your father?
- Somewhere in Las Vegas.
- That's all I know.
- Well, that's a good start.
Yeah? Well, don't say I told you
'cause he probably
doesn't even care what happened.
Look, he hates me,
and I hate him
and I don't care
if he never shows up.
Alright, um, why don't we go
see how your mother's doing?
- Shall we?
- Just leave me alone.
In case I didn't tell you,
I also hate cops.
Here's where the traffic light
junction boxes are located.
I want the lights to turn red
and stay that way
at precisely 4:29 p.m.
One minute later, 4:30,
when the bank alarm goes off
traffic at these intersections,
here, here, and here
is gonna be fouled up
like Hogan's goat.
I-I-I do e-electric.
- I, I don't do t-t-t..
- Traffic.
- Traffic.
- Don't worry about traffic.
That's Zager's responsibility.
Y-you told me that Zager
would be out of circulation
by that time.
He will be.
But you give me
those red lights on cue
I guarantee, by 4:30
these intersections will be
knee-deep in wrecked cars.
Okay.
The b-bank alarm will be tricky
so I-I'll do that myself.
Good. I feel better already.
What about the junction boxes?
Well, I-I'll need, uh,
three guys I can count on
and they won't come ch-ch-ch..
- Cheap.
- Cheap.
Well, don't forget.
I operate on a budget.
Uh, three bills a day?
That too much?
Get 'em.
Put 'em on the payroll.
Bert?
Maury Deems just came in.
Dixie's here.
Put the map away.
- You're in room 386, Mr. Deems.
- Thanks, duchess.
Delbert, my man.
Hey, what happened?
Hey, what did you do?
Buy your way out?
I'm living proof that nowadays
they don't care who they parole.
Yeah, how do you pay for this?
Nobody makes this much
in a prison laundry.
Enough for one bank job.
I pulled a few
they'll never know about.
Must've stashed quite a bankroll
the way you're spending.
Not spending, Dixie.
Investing.
Three months since I'm out, I've
made some very careful plans.
So what's the caper?
It's four bank robbers
in one room
and you ask, "What's the caper?"
Why do you say caper?
Lois and I drove
over with Kelly Shaw
to see Cecil Adino and do
a little business with Ken Zager
and now I'm offering four
of my friends $1000 a day
for the next few days
just to visit me.
- And do what?
- Call my suite now and then.
Drop in in case I need a favor.
- See old friends, whatever.
- For 1000 a day?
Bert, we all blow into town,
same day, same hotel.
What about the cops?
Lois, should the cops
worry them?
Oh, I'm sure the police
will know we're here
and I think that
at a given time one day soon
every cop on this b*at
will be down the street
watching
the Harper National Bank.
While you hit the real target
someplace else, right?
You didn't hear me say that,
and you don't know anything.
Listen, Dutton,
you freak me out.
Lois will give you each 1000
now and on the final day
an envelope
with the rest of your money.
And you leave town,
free and clear.
Somebody might've gotten the
license number of that sedan.
Zager will cover that.
Flexibility, Shaw,
is the secret of planning big.
Uh, just a second, honey.
Timmy! How's Mrs. McGuire?
Not good.
She's still in surgery.
Just a second.
Uh, stay with the baby, Timmy.
- I'll be right there.
- Okay, mom.
- How's little Pat?
- Playing tough.
Look, I wanna get him
out of here
till the welfare people
show up so--
- Mm-hmm. Bring him home.
- I thought I'd take him out.
Buy him a burger, eat with him.
Honey, the oven is calling.
Bring him home. We'll feed him.
Well, if that's alright, but..
Hello? Hello, Betty?
Okay, Pat,
do you wanna come with me?
Hey, what do I have to do?
Put the cuffs on you?
Ha!
You don't have
to push me around.
and she states that Mrs. McGuire
failed to make a proper stop
and the evidence bears her out.
Therefore, the guy
in the sedan was innocent.
Yeah, he made himself guilty
of hit-and-run by driving away.
- Why? A stolen car?
- 'Oh, yeah. Maybe. Yeah.'
By the way, it's registered
to a Kenneth Zager.
Phoenix NCIC has him dirty,
armed robbery, GTA
and suspected driving
for several well-known hoods.
Phoenix PD is trying
to track him down.
Maybe we've stumbled
onto something here.
- Huh?
- Yeah.
I'd say it's a combination
of fear, shock, confusion..
He-he's just trying
to act manly.
Well, my department talked to
the school and to the neighbors.
He has a reputation
for being a troublemaker.
Oh! Oh, Officer Baker.
Lauren Collier
from County Social Services.
Why wasn't I informed
about this boy?
Well, I made a call
from the hospital at 3:15.
His pants are torn, doesn't have
a thing to wear, and--
Hold it. I brought him home
for dinner, that is all.
With whose permission
did you bring him home?
Uh, Joe. Shouldn't we talk about
who's going to care for Pat?
We are, of course.
What about the relatives
and friends?
What's your concern in this?
Can't you answer
a simple question?
I'm sorry.
I have a very heavy caseload.
This one is very difficult.
Apparently, the friends and
neighbors don't want the boy.
The father's the only relative
we know of
and we don't know where he is.
Pat thinks
he's in Las Vegas.
- Vegas?
- Yeah.
Uh, give me his name.
Can I use your phone?
- Sure.
- I will use the phone.
My department can ascertain
his whereabouts.
Excuse me, I happen
to have a friend that works
as an investigator
for the DA's office over there.
Now, if you give me his name,
I can find out
where the father is.
Wilford Bill McGuire,
musician.
Thank you.
- Miss Collier.
- Yes?
- What's gonna happen to Pat?
- He goes downtown.
Perhaps in time,
he'll be placed in a home.
- Why not this one?
- Betty.
We're county-approved
as temporary foster parents.
A lot of CHP families are,
just for cases like this.
Honey, that was before the baby.
I didn't think you wanted to--
But Pat's here, Joe,
and he needs somebody.
Mostly, a man who cares.
I could help you with
your homework if you want me to.
I'm not going back to school.
Hey, you gotta go back
to school.
Yeah? Who's gonna make me?
You shouldn't have to have
somebody make you go to school.
Anyway, who's gonna play
third base?
Ah, if your ears were burning
it's 'cause we were talking
about you.
About you staying here while
your mother's in the hospital.
- Hey, neat.
- Whatever.
Uh, Pat, uh, some other people
told us there were some
passengers in that sedan that
was involved in the accident.
That the, uh, driver
was in the front seat alone.
Can you tell us anything
about them? Anything?
Look, we don't understand
why they ran away, Pat.
We need your help.
Well, maybe I saw the guy
that was driving.
- Remember what he looked like?
- Just a guy.
Would you remember him
if you saw him again?
Maybe.
Look, how would you like
a ride in a police car?
What are you gonna do?
Book me?
No, I'm gonna take you
over to your apartment.
Get your pajamas and things.
Come on.
- 'Can I go too, dad?'
- Sure, come on.
I do not want Ken Zager to know
that the real target
is in the Diamond Mart.
- You hear me, Kel?
- Zager would want a bigger cut.
More importantly,
he's gonna talk
and I don't want him
to say too much.
So he's not to know
about the Diamond Mart
or the Marenca Brokerage firm.
Bert, i-i-if you blow your way
into M-Marenca brokerage
you're gonna s-set off
every silent alarm in the city.
Precisely why I need the cops
tied up at the bank
and traffic tied up in these
streets for ten minutes.
W-w-well, give me, give me
two days in the Diamond Mart.
- And I-I can j-j-j--
- Jemmy.
- Jemmy the system.
- We haven't got the time.
The bank's shipping out
$500,000 on Friday.
It has to look as though
that money's what we're after.
Lois has pinned down the time.
4:30 sharp.
That's when you trip the bank
alarm and that's when we move.
We have no choice.
'When the stoplights go red'
'Zager's drivers
will be in position.'
'They'll cause accidents
at these four intersections.'
When the cops at the bank try
and respond
to the brokerage alarm
they'll be trapped
in the square block area
where the bank is located.
How's it looking, Bert?
H-hey, h-h-hey, Shaw does
some pretty good work.
That was our old
cell block motto
"Go to prison, learn a trade."
They're not just rocks,
they're specimens.
See, this one's a fossil.
My dad says it might
be a million years old.
What's the big idea?
You wanna make somethin' of it?
- Come on, let's get it on.
- Okay, wise guy.
Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey.
You wake the baby, you both
go over my knee. You got that?
He spilled my whole collection
on the floor.
- You rat fink!
- Alright, that's enough.
That's enough. Look, I'm coming
back here in five minutes.
I wanna see those rocks picked
up, put back in the containers
and you both ready for bed
in silence. Now get with it.
Were they like this
all afternoon?
Mm-hmm, off and on.
I wish you hadn't suggested
this arrangement.
- 'What are you looking for?'
- A pair of cords.
Did you move them?
No, I haven't seen them.
Whose cords?
Pat's.
I had them in the kitchen.
Well, you know
I haven't been in the kitchen.
Oh, right.
Gee, somebody did the dishes.
I guess it was me.
Look, if you want help
in the kitchen, say so.
Joe!
Oh! I'm sorry.
That kid must be contagious.
I really think I should call
Child Welfare in the morning--
For one of the kids or both?
Now, what's that
supposed to mean?
Honey, I did suggest
this arrangement
because Pat needs us
and Timmy needs you.
And a lot more of you than
he's had in the last six months.
Three schoolyard fights
in the past two weeks?
And when it's mother who always
comes to straighten things out--
I know, I know, it's not the
same as father. You're right.
He idolizes you,
but if you're out of reach..
I mean, Pat's a substitute.
Timmy is acting more like Pat
and it should be
the other way around.
If you wanna know the truth,
I think Pat idolizes you too.
What about you?
- Me?
- Mm-hmm.
Mmm. Comme ci, comme ca.
'Pat?'
'Pat?'
I'd like to talk to you
for a moment, if I may.
I know something about you
that maybe you don't know.
It wasn't Timmy you were
gonna fight just now.
It was yourself.
And I'd like you to try
something while you're here.
I'm gonna help you.
Try to start liking Pat McGuire.
- When do I get to see my mom?
- Probably tomorrow.
Maybe by then,
we will have found your dad.
No, I told you
I don't want you to.
Pat.
You know, sometimes
fathers get so busy that, uh
they don't pay enough attention.
Sometimes they go away,
they forget to write
they forget to call.
Look, I told you he hates me.
Now's he's gonna hate me
even worse.
- Why, Pat?
- Because..
Uh, Mrs. Getraer is looking
for those pants.
She'll mend that tear
in it for you.
No, I told you
my mom will mend it.
She said so.
She knows I had a fight.
That's why it happened.
She never even saw the car
because of me.
Because I..
You're not to blame.
You are not to blame.
'It's okay.'
That's an Arizona plate.
If it comes in for body work,
you call us, okay?
At once.
Now, if there's anything else
on the lot
that, uh, appeals to you..
I'll send my manager,
or my accountant.
Or my broker.
There's gonna be a little bit
of front-end damage, alright?
Hey, I'll make a few calls. I'll
get the word out all over town.
- Alright.
- Excuse me.
Did I hear you say
felony hit-and-run?
Yeah, that means
a ten-year-old kid
almost became an orphan.
Still may.
Well, I might have seen that car
around where I live.
Fifth and Ardmore.
Couple of miles.
See anything?
Well, only the five of us
know about your location
but someone might have
seen that sedan.
Get it out of there, Ken.
And see if you can spot
those two cops.
- Then go into your act.
- You got it.
Be sure you're not seen leaving.
Like looking for a needle
in a haystack.
Left hand on your head.
Yeah.
Uh, where will you be,
Mr. McGuire?
Yeah, alright, I have that.
No, sir, you just wait
right where you are.
Yeah, you do that.
Yeah, what's going on in there?
Zager admits he was driving
when the car hit Mrs. McGuire.
Says he has some hot information
and would like to make a deal.
Okay, uh, Pat's father,
Bill McGuire
your friend in Vegas found him.
Yours is the only name he had.
Take a car and pick him
up at the airport.
- Okay.
- Good.
Look, can we deal or not?
Number one,
the best I can do for you
is write you up for cooperation.
Number two, I don't buy blind.
Alright.
Delbert Dutton is holed up
at the Downtowner Hotel.
Well, the local police
are aware of that.
But what they're not aware
of is he's also got some buddies
staying at the same hotel.
Bank men with records
as long as your arm.
Uh, Maury Deems..
...Dixie Dale..
'Those are the only names
I heard.'
Oh, looks like they're gonna hit
one of the downtown banks.
It's gonna be a big score.
- Which bank and when?
- I don't know.
I swear. I don't know.
So you tried to evade
arrest today
because you knew you were up
for a felony hit-and-run?
Yeah.
How did you know
it was a felony?
- Dutton told me.
- How did Dutton know?
You mean I can see my mom?
Well, she's still asleep,
but the hospital says yes
you can see her.
That's number one.
Number two,
we found that big sedan
but we have a problem.
I think you might be able
to, uh, help us solve it.
- Okay.
- And number three.
We found your dad.
He's on his way over here.
- No, I told you--
- Pat.
Pat, I gave you my word.
No one, not your father,
not your mother
no one is gonna blame you
for that accident.
Didn't I tell you
not to blame yourself, huh?
That may be your father now.
You just hang tight here, champ.
I'll bring him back here,
alright?
Hi! Mr. McGuire?
- Uh, Mrs. Getraer.
- Oh, it's so good to see you.
Sergeant Getraer, Bill McGuire.
How do you do?
Come on in.
I heard what happened.
I got the first plane out.
Well, I can imagine
how you feel.
Well, tell him how you feel,
McGuire.
The long and short of it
is he doesn't want the boy.
No, that's not it. It's just,
what have I got to offer a son?
Cheap hotel room? Some food
stamps? A hangover? Nothing.
It's better
I don't even see him.
I'd buy that.
I mean, between you
for a father and nothing
he'd be better off with nothing.
Uh, Mr. McGuire, would you
like some coffee? Betty?
Uh, sure. Mr. McGuire.
Did he say anything
about his wife?
Ex-wife.
He could care less.
Borrowed money to get here
on the first plane?
Uh, I agree with you.
It doesn't wash.
I really think he does care
about Pat but he can't admit it.
I mean, I tried
to get him to admit it
through insults,
threats, anything.
Well, I think Pat wants him.
Let's bring them both together
and see what happens.
Pat?
Pat?
Here, take my motor.
He may be going
to his mother's apartment.
Stay in touch.
In there, McGuire.
Pat!
No helmet, huh? Pat,
you about got yourself k*lled.
I wanna see my mom.
You're under arrest.
Grand theft moped.
Look, I only borrowed it
from Timmy Getraer.
Turn it around,
put it on the sidewalk
and walk,
don't run to the hospital.
I'm sorry, mom.
Alright, sergeant.
That was a low blow, man.
A cheap, dirty, low blow.
You put me on the spot
with that kid.
You had no right.
That's the way it is, huh?
You're sure?
Yeah, I have told you
and told you.
Yeah? So did Pat, okay?
Hey, she divorced me.
It's none of my business.
I don't even belong here.
- Then go.
- When I'm ready, pal.
- Let's go.
- Wait. Where are you going?
To the station house. We have a
hit-and-run suspect in custody.
Pat's gonna try to identify him.
He's what?
At a time like this?
His mother's lying in there.
What kind of people are you?
Don't you have any feelings
for the kid?
I'm okay, dad.
I can do it.
Mr. McGuire, your son.
Pat, your dad.
Come on. We'll wait
for you downstairs.
That's not the guy.
Pat, this is important.
- You gotta be sure.
- I am sure.
Anyway, the guy who was
driving the car had red hair.
Okay, uh, look, why don't
you take him across the hall?
- Buy him a soda?
- Mm-hmm.
You know, he lied himself
right into a felony rap.
He's gotta be a decoy.
I've got a paint comparison
from the lab.
Zager said it was a bank.
It's probably not.
Uh, certainly not in that area.
Foreign exchange.
Uh, brokerage house..
Uh, get me Hancock.
Robbery, LAPD.
Samples of paint from the fender
on the sedan. It matches.
Hey, sarge, LAPD
is running pretty thin.
Now, we can get the jump on them
if you'll give me some people
to run down there
and trail those crooks
when they leave the hotel.
- You got it.
- Hey, sounds exciting.
Uh, what do you need, Harlan?
They matched the paint
on Mrs. McGuire's car.
You know, samples of paint
from the fenders.
Uh, Hancock, this is Getraer.
We got something for you.
Oh, well.
- Oh, hello.
- Well, hi.
What a surprise.
Harper National Bank
down the street
is shipping $500,000
at 4:30.
LAPD thinks that's it.
Anything here?
Yeah, a redhead, may be ours.
Came down
about half an hour ago.
Met a man, forty-ish,
gray plaid coat
gray pants, briefcase.
Took him up to the fourth floor.
- Okay, you're relieved.
- Back in an hour.
Well, it was nice
seeing you again.
- Tell your mom hi.
- Yeah, sure will.
- Okay, bye-bye.
- See ya.
Sure you don't mind
opening the office?
Oh, not in the least, the
building is locked up at 4 p.m.
but we often entertain some
special clients after hours.
It's nothing unusual.
- Yes?
- 'Is Dutton there?'
Uh, hold on. He's busy.
- It's Florida.
- Later.
Alright, then,
2,000 for the pendant.
Darling, slip into something
and meet Mr. Weiss in the lobby.
- It's beautiful.
- Thank you.
If there's anything
she really wants
you give me a call, will you?
I'll come down or send
my assistant with the money.
'Very well. Thank you.'
Okay, boys, come on out.
Thanks for visiting me, boys.
There is one last favor
I'd like to ask.
At 4:29, walk into
the Harper National Bank
to buy traveler's checks.
You're not setting us up.
The police may be there,
but what can they do?
Well, trust the man, huh, Dixie?
Come on.
Car's at the delivery entrance
in the alley.
Let's go.
Mr. Courtland?
- Uh, no. Marcus Weiss.
- Oh, pardon me.
I was looking for a broker
from Hamden-Leitner.
Well, I am a broker,
but in gemstones, not in stocks.
Oh, from the Diamond Mart
down the street?
- Yes.
- And you deliver these days?
Well, uh,
to special customers, yes.
Well, maybe I'll come by later.
I've been looking
for some earrings.
Actually, we close at 4 o'clock
but any day from 10:00 to 4:00..
- Terrific. Thank you.
- My pleasure.
Mr. Weiss,
thank you for waiting.
Police business.
I'm not sure, Joe, but I think
something's going down
at the Diamond Mart.
Okay. Okay, good work, Bonnie.
'Mary 3, S 4, do you copy?'
S 4, Mary 3, 10-4.
Uh, LAPD is on the bank.
Bonnie may have come up
with something.
Go over and check
the Diamond Mart.
10-4, S-4.
Steve, do you copy that?
- Back me up.
- '10-4, Jon.'
Help!
Robbery! Robbery!
Robbery!
'Any unit in the vicinity,
a 2-11, five ago'
'at the Diamond Mart.
Units responding, identify.'
'Unit responding to the 2-11'
'what is your ETA
at the Diamond Mart?'
'All units, be advised,
this is a 2-11 in progress.'
'Suspect last seen
southbound Ardmore'
'in a beige-colored sedan.'
'Help! Somebody help us,
please!'
'Help us.
Get us out of here.'
15 Mary 3, we have an 11-80
between Ninth and Tenth Streets.
- Send 11-40, 11-41.
- '10-4, Mary 3.'
- S 4, do you copy?
- 10-4, Jon. What do you got?'
We have a one-car nosedive,
diamond-studded.
'You know, Pat's welcome
to stay with us.'
'Whatever he wants.'
When Josie comes around,
we'll work something out.
Dad, I think
you're doing something wrong.
No, Timmy. Each piece is marked.
That's the way I cut 'em.
Excuse me.
- Harlan, hi.
- Hi, I hope I'm not intruding.
Oh, no. Come on in.
Say hello to Mr. McGuire.
- Hi.
- How do you do?
This is something
I promised the sergeant.
Oh, well, come on.
They're in Timmy's room.
Okay.
- Uh, I think Timmy's right.
- Uh, look, Steve.
I have been making trays for
rock collections for ten years.
I know exactly what I'm doing.
- Having trouble, sarge?
- Oh, he's doing fine.
- Each piece is marked.
- Here you go, Tim.
'I was never very good,
but they used to fit me.'
Wow! Hey, Pat,
you want to get it on.
Nah, fighting is kid's stuff,
Tim. Let's just help your dad.
The only thing I need
is some room to work.
If some of you people
would leave the room
I'd, I'd have this thing
done in five minutes.
Dad, do you think
me and Pat could take over?
05x08 - Diamond in the Rough
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Series follows the lives of two motorcycle officers of the California Highway Patrol.
Series follows the lives of two motorcycle officers of the California Highway Patrol.