06x06 - Something Special

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The guy is going
to break his neck.

Go, Nicky, go!

It's very difficult for him to
deal with Nicky's handicap.

Handicap?

He's Ret*rded! Who can
love a son who's Ret*rded?

Everybody, see this?
It's nitroglycerine.

- What're you talking about?
- That's right.

That's where you d*ed.

Can Shake jump over
this moving plane?

A split second off could
mean certain death.

Here we go!

Little early for
rush-hour traffic.

What do you think?
- Let me guess.

An overheated rented heap
with two beautiful French girls,

visiting LA for the first time.

Right. Dream on, boss.

Hi, Ponch. Bobby.

- Hi, Kathy.
- Hi, Kathy.

What's cooking?

Well, about 500 dozen
farm fresh eggs, jumbo.

- What a waste.
- Yeah.

Poor guy didn't see
traffic up ahead slowing.

We haven't even been able
to see what's causing the jam.

We'll check it out, okay?

Uh, yeah.

I mean, what good
are cracked eggs?

I mean, I'd be lucky
to get a penny a piece.

- Did you say a penny a piece?
- Yeah.

Guy is gonna jump
those car carriers?

The guy's gonna break his neck.

You all right?

Sure.

Shake?

Shake Patterson?
I don't believe it!

Bobby.

- You two know each other?
- Are you kidding?

Frank Poncherello,
meet Shake Patterson.

Craziest guy I ever met.

Nice to meet you.

Last time I saw you, you was
at the Pomona Fairgrounds.

You were falling then, too.

Hey, I don't fall... Much.

You want the honors,
or should I do it?

I'll do it, Ponch.

Don't tell me the
uniform's for real.

I thought you were
going to a costume party.

No, I decided to use my
brains to make a living.

Yeah, and where did
you get all the brains?

How's your little brother?

I heard he just took the
speedway championship again.

Yeah, and now he's a
cadet at the CHP academy.

Well, let's all get together.

Hey, you better make it soon
while you're still in one piece.

- See you, buddy.
- Hey, you've got to sign this.

A ticket.

My publicist is gonna love this.

There you go.

You know that maniac?

Shake's a great guy, Ponch.

We all gotta go riding
together sometime.

Not today, partner.

I got a date.

What else is new?
Blonde or brunette?

Brunette.

That's very good, Nicky!

You got good timing, Nicky.

All right, you're
doing good time.

All right.

Come on, baby! Come on!

All right, good, very good!

Doing good time.

Oh, boy, you did
real good, buddy.

Thanks, Ponch.

There's my dad.

- Come on, I'll race you over there.
- All right.

Here's your hat.

Come on. Come on, run, run, run.

Come on, run, run, run.

Keep running.

Hi, Mr. Grieve.

Nicky's really hit the stride.

You know, you gotta come
watch us some afternoon,

plenty of room in the bleachers.

I'm busy in the afternoons.

Ah. Counting on
you for Saturday.

You know, state-wide
competition, kids from all over.

If you don't mind,
we're in a hurry.

Nicky, get in the car.

All right, Dad.

- See you, Ponch.
- All right.

- Nicky!
- Bye, Nicky.

Yeah, I'm coming.

- Bye, Ponch.
- Bye.

Was that Mr. Grieve?

- Yeah.
- Oh, I wanted to talk to him.

Forget it. He disappears
faster than Houdini.

Doesn't he ever
get out of his car?

Not since, I've been head
coach of the Special Olympics.

Of course it's only
been two years.

You know, if Nicky just got a
little encouragement from home...

Nah.

Most parents of Ret*rded kids
are so glad to give them support.

Ponch, listen to me.

Your work with the
kids is really important,

and you do it very well.

But getting involved where you
shouldn't just doesn't do anyone any good.

If that's a warning, lady,

it's a little late.

Hit the right signal light.

Left signal.

Excellent car.

What is it? '68 or '69?

She's a '69.

That's the year they made cars
like they're supposed to be, big.

Big engines.

Give this to the judge, Mr. Klane.
It's proof that you fixed the tail light.

- You do your own work?
- Oh, yeah, all of it.

- You mind if I look under the hood?
- No, let me show you.

Ah, it's beautiful.

Yeah, she sure is.

You know, I spent 15
years on a V8 assembly line.

I was a master mechanic, got
a letter of commendation once.

Oh, I bet you did.

This engine's clean
enough to fry an egg on.

Don't say "egg."

Good-bye, Mr. Klane.

You know something? I think
it's the first ticket I've ever had.

From a woman, too.

I hope it's your last.

What do they call you,
"patrolman," "patrol person"?

They call me Officer Linahan.

She's a nice lady.

But I don't like women
riding motorcycles.

Times change, Mr. Klane.

Yeah, they sure do.

So do cars.

That's why everybody's
buying these little econo-boxes

with V-nothing engines!

That's why I got laid off.

Nelson.

- Nelson!
- Yes sir.

Uh, not you, Bruce,
your time will come.

But your time is now.

Where's your report about this
maniac who jumps car carriers?

I didn't write one, Sarge.

Last week, you said, for
simple cites, I shouldn't...

What?

It's just a ticket.
What's the problem?

The problem is,
it's not just a ticket.

It's an important ticket.

Uh... What's an
important ticket?

Would you explain it
to him, Poncherello?

An important ticket is any ticket
the Captain asks the Sarge about.

Thank you, Frank.

And the Captain wants to know
everything about this one-man circus.

So do it, Nelson, now.

- I don't get it.
- Yeah.

I didn't know what you're
supposed to tell him.

He'll tell you.

- Excuse me.
- Hey.

What do you have, Grossie?

Eggs. Nature's gift
to hungry stomachs.

This is just the first case.

I bought 750 semi-cracked
eggs at a penny a piece!

Huh? Great deal.

If you like eggs.

See, everybody likes eggs.

Hey, you think you own the road?

Look at him all smug.

Little piece of plastic and tin!

Shouldn't make cars that small.

You guys want w*r, huh?

All right, come on!
I'll take all of you on!

Get off the road!

Next time, buy a big one!

Can you remember anything, sir?

Um...

The car was big. It
was really a big car.

Can you be a little
more specific, sir?

The car was huge.

- Thank you.
- Oh, uh, I forgot.

This guy drove by,

I think he yelled something like,
uh, "Next time, buy a big one."

Bon appétit.

- Ready for a treat?
- Cream puffs.

Ah, I peeked in the locker room.

Not just ordinary cream puffs.

- Voilà.
- Boy! Do they ever look good?

And they are. Each batch
uses five dozen eggs.

Dig in!

Nelson!

What is this theory you've concocted in
your report on the freeway hit-and-run?

I thought it might
be important, Sarge.

This big car took out this
little imported number and...

What do you suggest I do?

Put every compact car in
town in protective custody?

Sarge, uh, I helped
my partner write that.

I thought you should know, in
case it wasn't an isolated incident.

Okay, Frank.

You have a pretty good
sense of these things.

I'll put out an
information-only teletype.

Nelson.

You don't have to say
you're sorry, Sarge.

I'm not.

In your report about Shake
Patterson, your friend,

you state it was a
warm-up for a bigger jump.

Now the Captain wants
to know about that.

I was just guessing, Sarge.

But Shake's got a ranch.

He doesn't need to set up by
the freeways to practice jumps.

If he was trying to match
wind conditions, he might.

Okay, okay. Just find out, for
the Captain's sake, all right?

I will. I'm gonna see him today.

All right, now, everybody
have one cream puff

and then get back
to police business.

Oh. Oh.

Grossman, what's
inside these things?

Egg salad.

Egg salad?

I thought I'd use more eggs
that way. It's good, really!

Come on, let's go.

All right!

You're doing good!

Okay! Okay!

Let's hear it for the
most valuable player!

All right!

Okay, all you future Olympics
champions, in the showers!

Let's go!

No, I'm not going! I
hate to take showers!

Why the long face?

Hey, the state-wide
game's this Saturday.

You're gonna be right here
representing us in the 200-meter run.

- Aren't you excited about that?
- I guess.

Nicky, this is what you've
been working so hard for.

You did it.

And we're all so proud of you.

Not everyone.

Sure everyone.

Me, my partner Nelson,
Marla, the whole team.

Not my dad.

Come on.

Wanna watch the back
of my leathers again.

Go for it, baby brother.

Let's see what a
couple of rookies can do.

The winner! What can I say?

Did you see that
turn over there?

Hey, Bruce, you
gotta stop moving...

You're riding
like a little old girl.

Get outta here!

What did I tell you? See
the back of my leathers, huh?

- All right!
- Bruce.

All right!

You gotta admit, it feels good
to be crazy every once in a while.

Last time I heard you say that, you
tried water skiing in Lake Havasu.

Yeah, on your bike.

Hey, you're the two
that talked me into it.

What about the time crazy Bruce
here wiped out doing 90 on Silver Ridge?

That wasn't a wipe out,
that was a controlled spill.

- Ah, you guys miss the life, don't you?
- Sure.

But you can't keep pushing
yourself past the limit.

Or do you plan on
risking your life forever?

Don't worry about me.

After my aeronautic
super-stunt next week,

I'm gonna kick back in style.

- Aeronautics?
- Tell us about it.

You're cops, figure it out.

Has anyone ever done it before?

Evel Knievel said it
was totally impossible.

He should know.
He's the father of it all.

Oh, no.

- You're not gonna...
- Not gonna what?

- Jump an airplane?
- Jump an airplane?

Your momma didn't
raise no dummies.

You are crazy!

How are you gonna get up
enough speed for the take-off?

How are you gonna land?
You'll need a parachute.

No way, that'd k*ll all the fun.

You saw the way I cleared
those car carriers in the canyon.

It's the same jump.

You cleared it, all right, but you
were horizontal when you landed.

It's crazy, Shake.

The real question is

whether you're crazy
enough to help me.

Now, let somebody
pay good money for you.

Bobby, no one could
jump a bike over a plane.

Shake's gonna k*ll himself.

Not with us as his
pit team, he won't.

He can do it.

15MARY-6 and 7,

deranged person destroying
property at the mini car mart,

Greenfield and Levine.

LA, 15-MARY-6 and 7 responding.

I got the license
number. We'll get him.

We better before
he kills someone.

- Mrs. Grieve?
- Yes.

I'm Frank Poncherello. I'd
like to talk to you about Nicky.

Oh, you're Ponch.

Nicky talks about
you all the time.

- Please come in.
- Thank you.

Gordon! Come have a seat.

- All right.
- Gordon!

There he is.

Melissa, the officer
is a busy man!

I have time, Mr. Grieve.

I just wanted to...

I really enjoy
working with Nicky.

Meeting him.

He's a great kid.

Thank you.

It would mean a lot to him

if you both can come to the
Special Olympics this weekend.

I'd like to, Officer, but, uh, I've
been working pretty hard this week.

So, if that's all?

I don't get you. He's your son.

He works so hard to
make you proud of him.

A little support
would go a long way.

What do you know about it?

What do you know
about me or my family?

Gordon!

Please excuse my
husband, Officer.

It's very difficult for him to
deal with Nicky's handicap.

"Handicap"?

You make it sound so nice.

He's Ret*rded! Who can
love a son who's Ret*rded?

Oh...

I'm really sorry, Melissa.

Of course you are.

It's very difficult for Gordon.

You see, he was a real
Olympic track champion.

I know.

I checked you out.

Your son's trying to
be a champion, too.

In his own class.

A little support from his
dad would mean a lot to him.

We got Nicky so late.

We weren't supposed
to have any children.

We expected so much.

You got something special.

I'll be there.

Okay, here's Shake
working with a moving rack.

You see, that was not
a good, strong lift-off.

And that proves my point.

Oh!

Now, look how much
better lift-off this is.

Looks like he's totally
in control, doesn't it?

Perfect landing.

But yet he loses
it, I just don't know.

Now, that's a lot more
hairy than speedway racing.

What do you think?

I think it was a lousy
thing to watch during lunch.

That's okay, lunch was lousy.

What are these things?

Deviled eggs.

- What's this sticky stuff on top?
- Meringue.

Come on, Harlan, where did
the other jumpers go wrong?

They crashed, man.

That should always be avoided.

I'll make a note of that.

While you're at it, make a
note about the handlebars.

I think the lift-off
can be improved

if we lowered their angle
about three or four degrees.

You're right.

I used to rake them down like
that to blast off the starting line.

And balance it out
with bigger tires.

All right, that would give
Shake the edge he needs.

You guys should join a
chapter of Crazies Anonymous.

- Nelson.
- I didn't do it, Sarge.

Uh, didn't do what?

Whatever it is you said I did.

You mean, I shouldn't congratulate
you on getting the license plate number

of the suspect in
the compact car lot?

I ran a check through DMV,
came up with a positive ID.

Oh, that? Yeah, I did that.

Good. Let's keep the
continuity on the follow-up.

You both can talk to his wife.

Bobby, admit it, you can't win.

- Uh, Sarge?
- Yeah?

I bet the Captain's happy
about Shake's super-stunt.

I mean, we're gonna be
miles away from any freeway.

And the FAA gave him the
green light for next Thursday.

No, Nelson. Captain's furious.

He's gonna be in
Sacramento on Thursday.

He really wanted
to see that jump.

I can't win.

- Mrs. Betty Klane?
- Yes?

We stopped by your house.

Your daughter told us that you might
know where we can find your husband.

Oh, no. What's he done?

- Is he all right?
- We need to talk to him.

Well, he should be
out looking for a job.

He's done something
terrible, hasn't he?

I knew there was something
wrong this morning at breakfast.

- Did he say anything?
- No, I just knew it.

I knew it.

He just hasn't been himself since
he's been laid off from the auto plant.

He's looked so
hard for another job.

But he's a good man.

Could you please give us a
call when he does come home?

- Yes, all right.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

- Everything's set.
- You sure?

Just like the real thing.

Oh, minus the moving
plane, of course.

These ribbons will give us an idea of
what kind of height you're capable of.

- Let's do it.
- Go get 'em, Shake.

There's no need to congratulate
him, he didn't make it.

- What are you taking about?
- That's right.

See where that ribbon broke?

That's where you d*ed.

I don't understand
you sometimes, Ponch.

Mrs. Klane's gonna
find out anyway.

Why don't you tell what
her husband's been doing?

Hey, Hot Dog. This is America.

He's not guilty yet.

No, just unemployed.

That's the crime.

I know. I wish he
was cut and dry, too.

All bad guys should be totally evil,
but it doesn't always work out that way.

Any unit in vicinity,
assist in the search

for a runaway in the
Granada Hills area.

Subject is a 10-year-old male,

last seen wearing a red T-shirt
and brown corduroy pants.

Answers to the
name of Nicky Grieve.

It's Nicky!

There he is, up on the spillway.

Good thing it's still dry.

Yeah, for how long?

It flows twice a day. Come on.

LA, 15...

Ponch, the water's coming.

Hi, Ponch.

You haven't got much time.

All right, Nicky,
just take it easy.

Stay calm.

- All right, let me go, let me go.
- Got it?

All right, Nicky. All
right, just stay there now.

Okay, Nicky, stay
cool. I got you now.

Come on this
way, it'll be all right.

Hurry up, Ponch.

Come on, Nicky.

Come on, pull your leg over.

Come on.

All right, you
got it, you got it.

Nicky! Nicky.

Hi, Mom.

- Hi, Dad.
- Thank you so much.

Mmm.

Thank God.

Hey, Ponch.

The take-off ramp is in place.

You should gain a foot
more acceleration space.

- Yeah, a foot more than Harlan figured.
- Right.

Hey, Shake, you sure you
wanna go through with this?

Hey, Ponch, Shake's
already done it.

That was under
simulated conditions.

And now that I've
seen the set up for real,

I think prudence
dictates we postpone,

for a week, just to fine-tune.

Wait a minute.

I'm the one that's supposed to
be getting chicken, not you guys.

Maybe Harlan is right.

Hey, I've lived my
whole life for this moment,

and I'm not gonna miss
it, no matter what happens.

There's gonna be a crowd
out there to see me jump today.

Newspapers, TV, the works,
and I'm not gonna disappoint them.

I'm gonna be right there in the
spotlight, with you or without you.

I've always been a sucker
for the spotlight myself.

I'm with you, buddy.

Go for it.

All right.

Hello, America, I'm Stu Nahan at
Indian Dunes in Southern California,

and like everyone here, I am
waiting to see the impossible.

In just a few moments, daredevil
motorcyclist Shake Patterson

will try to jump over
a moving airplane.

That's a feat that's never
before been attempted.

The plane is a Pitts Special.
It's piloted by Art Scholl,

and it will be traveling at a
speed of 8 0 miles an hour.

That's when Shake will race
his cycle up the take-off ramp,

over the plane and land on
the ramp on the other side.

That's more than 100 feet away.

Any hesitation or miscalculation on
Shake's part, even a split second off,

could mean certain death.

Now, if there is a burning
question on everybody's lips

about this death-defying
feat, the question is, "Why?"

Well, in the spirit of true journalism
I talked to Shake this afternoon,

and I got this answer.

Everyone's been asking me that.

So I might as well
give you the lowdown.

All I know is that...

So that's why I'm still here.

And I wanna add, no one, I mean
no one should attempt a stunt like this

without the proper equipment,
training, and a lot of hard work.

Hopefully, that hard work is
about to pay off, but as for "why,"

that's anybody's guess.

Okay, Shake, you're gonna do it,
but I think you owe us the answer.

It's simple. When you're born on
the wrong side of a no-count town,

you're marked for life as trash.

Today, the mark
comes off. Understand?

Yeah, great way to meet girls.

Okay, we got Shake
Patterson ready to go now.

See you on the other side.

Art is making his last turn
before making his final approach.

Shake is doing the
same. It's all systems go.

This has got to be a tense
moment for young Patterson.

All those weeks of
practicing and preparation

have brought him to this
moment, it's a moment of truth.

And as Art starts his
approach toward the ramp,

Shake now needs every ounce
of concentration he can muster,

but it's timing, they gotta
cross at the same time.

All right, Art's coming downwind
now, making a left base.

The tension begins to
mount now, can it be done?

Can Shake jump over
this moving plane?

Concentration, timing, that's the
whole secret to the whole thing.

Here comes Art.

Shake looks at the plane.
He's got to be right on.

Scholl, coming
out of his final loop.

Hang on to your seats now.

Here we go!

He made it!

What a spectacular
feat, upright great jump.

Here comes Shake
with a victory wave.

And there's a
victory roll from Art.

Boy, this team really
put it together today.

All right, I told ya!

All units, proceed immediately

to the Grenadier Compact
Auto Parts Warehouse.

Suspect, Norman Klane.

Everybody, see this?

It's nitroglycerin.

I'm gonna blow up
every part in this factory.

So get back!

Go on, move. I mean, now!

If he does, the whole
neighborhood's gonna go up, too.

Do we have time to evacuate?

No.

You guys, too.

Come on, move, now.

Mr. Klane, please,
put down the nitro.

Never.

We wanna help you,
but you've got to...

Don't you understand?
I gotta do it.

I've got to, I don't have
anything left to lose.

I got nothing!

What about Betty? You
know, we talked to her today.

Betty. You talked to Betty?

She's worried
about you, you know.

She was 19 years old
when we got married.

And I did everything I could
to make it right, I mean...

I worked hard.

I tried, and I thought,

"When you tried and you
worked hard," I mean...

Man, this is America. We
put a man on the moon.

It just don't seem right to
leave a guy with nothing.

Especially when
I'm willing to work.

- Mr. Klane...
- Hey!

If you're gonna try and take
this, you're gonna have to k*ll me.

You're gonna have to sh**t me.

Go ahead. Do it.

Hello, Mr. Klane.

What are you doing here? Now,
come on, you're gonna get hurt.

This is no place for a lady.

Don't you remember
me? Officer Linahan.

You were explaining
to me about big cars.

Lady, please, now come on, just move
over here with the rest of them, come on.

- It don't matter anymore.
- It does matter. You matter.

I understand, Mr. Klane. There
are people that will help you.

Look, I don't wanna hurt you.

I know.

I mean, I'd never hurt
a woman, you know.

I appreciate that, Mr. Klane.

Ponch.

Here.

Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen,

I'd like to welcome you to the
California Special Olympics this year.

We're about to begin our
first race and it looks great.

Here we go. Go, go,
go, athletes! Go, go, go!

In lane one, that's
San Francisco.

Judy, San Francisco.

Lane two, that's Fran
from Sacramento.

Lane three, that's Helen
from San Bernardino.

Lane four, Judy, Dry Valley.

Lane five, Louise. Lane
six, Dry Valley also, Helen.

Go, go, go, go,
athletes. Go, go!

We still have a couple of athletes
running, keep cheering for them.

A little further, all right!

All right, ladies and gentlemen,
you will notice to my right,

to your left, we have the
high jump starting down there.

And these athletes have
been practicing all year

with the Red Cross
volunteers and their coaches.

And there goes the
guy, okay, nice jump.

What a nice little hand
for him, he seemed excited.

Behind me, directly in front of you,
we have the softball competition,

and again, the coaches and volunteers
have been working with these athletes,

as with the high jumpers and
the broad jumpers to their right.

All year long, they've
really done a fine job.

And it means a
lot to these kids,

not only the coaches and volunteers,
but your participation as well.

There's a fellow right
there getting a gold medal

and he looks a little
happy, I'd say, huh?

Ladies and gentlemen, as I
mentioned earlier, we have athletes...

- You're going to take this race.
- All right.

You have to.

- All right?
- Yeah.

Hey, look up there.

For the next race, we have

quite a few of those
areas in this competition.

From division two,
race number 152...

All right, come on,
this is your heat, Nicky.

- I am ready.
- All right.

Go get them, Nicky!

San Diego, Pomona
and Kern County.

Uh, this should be quite a race.

We've been looking
forward to this all day.

That's Nicky from Dry Valley,
and John from Dry Valley.

Joey from San Diego.

In lane one, we have Brian
and we're just about set to go,

and please cheer them on
as you have been doing...

Go! Here we go!
That's it, great start!

Lane one, that's Brian
from San Francisco.

Lane two, that's
Nicky from Dry Valley,

John from Dry
Valley in lane three,

that's Joey in lane
four from San Diego.

Lane five, that's Kevin from Pomona,
and Matthew in lane six from Kern County.

Go, go, go, athletes, go, go!

Go, Kevin, go, Joey, go, John,
go, Brian, Nicky and Matthew.

- Come on, Nicky, come on.
- Go, go, go, go, go!

Well done, Nicky!

Come on, athletes, you
can do it. Go, go, go, go!

Oh, no! Somebody
fell down and...

I get that to you.

I think it's Dry Valley,
it's either John or Nicky.

I'm just told that's Nicky.
Yeah, he got up! Go, Nicky, go!

Fabulous! Go, Nicky, go!

- Cheer him on, folks.
- That's it son, go!

Go, Nicky, go!

Go, Nicky, go!

Go! Come on, Kevin, Joey, John,

Nicky, Brian, Matthew!

Go, go, go, go, you can do
it, you can do it, a little further!

A little further. Come on,
Nicky. Come on, Matthew.

Go, go, go! We love you!

Go, go, go, Brian,
Kevin, go, go!

A little further, a little
further, we love you.

Go, come on, go, go, go!
You're wonderful. Go, go, go!

Go, Kevin from Pomona, Matthew
from Kern County, Joey, San Diego.

John and Nicky from
Dry Valley, a little further.

Brian from San Francisco.

Go, go, go, go,
go, go, go, go, go!

We have our first finisher.

There's still athletes, cheer them on,
ladies and gentlemen, go, go, go, go, go!

All right! What a race,
ladies and gentlemen!

How about a nice hand for these
athletes? What a fabulous job!

A fabulous, fabulous job.

- I lost, Dad.
- Lost?

You're a champion, son,
and don't you forget it.

I hope that grin means
you'll be back next year.

Try and keep me away.

I love you, Mom.

You guys have a good
time? MAN: Yes, sir.

Good.

You'll both be happy to know, the judge
recommended probation for Mr. Klane,

on the condition he
receives psychiatric help.

I'm so glad.

Good, I'm hungry.

In honor of you, Shake
Patterson, a new specialty.

Les oeufs a la daredevil.

What's that?

Eggs!

Oh, boy, eggs!

Oh, no!