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I'm not saying
it works.

I'm not saying
it doesn't work.

I'm keeping an open mind.
That's all.

I just don't believe
you can predict the future

with bio-rhythms
or anything else.

Bio-rhythms don't
predict the future, Jon.

They only forecast when
you'll be at your best

or your worst.
So you can deal with it.

Kind of takes the surprises
out of life, doesn't it?

'Hey, isn't that
a Robbie Davis rig?'

Get away from me,
you nut!

Robbie!

What are you
doing here?

Are you alright?

Will you go
catch that ape?

This was
deliberate, Ponch.

Driver, put your hands
out the window.

Put 'em out!

Anything else
you need me for?

Yeah. How about
an explanation?

You just took my statement.

Robbie, uh, by the time
I got to the truck

the driver had disappeared.

The truck checked out
empty and stolen.

Yeah, and if running you off
the road wasdeliberate we--

Ponch, if I go with
the wrecker right now

I can get another tractor
and deliver this load.

If I don't,
I lose the contract.

So can I explain later?

She's inviting me
to dinner.

Breakfast.

Both?

Breakfast at 8:00.

I jog at 7:00.

Good.
I'll join you.

I'll see you.

Look, uh..

Whatever happened
between you and Robbie?

I thought you two
had something good going.

So did I.

Her father retired,
turned the business over to her

and she had
four things going.

- Yeah.

Me and three trucks.

And I came last.

Now, that's too bad.
You still dating her?

Only when she
really misses me.

Yeah, like, uh, when she
invites you to dinner, right?

Hey, I know she didn't
come right out and say so

but, uh,
she's in trouble now.

She needs my help.

- Yeah.

I didn't hear her
ask for that.

Oh, Jon!

It's in the eyes, Jon.

The eyes.

Murray Thomas..

You foul up and then
you lie to me on the telephone.

I never lie to you
on the telephone.

She jackknifed.

- She should have rolled over.
- Mm-hmm.

And then she goes and makes
a delivery right on time.

For sheer guts, Robbie Davis
makes you look like a choir boy.

Alright.

They almost caught me
stealing that truck.

I almost got
myself killed.

I came that close
to getting myself busted

by that motor cop.

Now, I've had it.

'You said what you
wanted to say. I did my best.'

I'm through.

No more.

That's it!

Hello, information?

I want the Los Angeles number

of the highway patrol.

What are you doing?

I'm turning you in.

You're through
with me, fine.

You broke parole.
You're going back to the joint.

Don't do that!

You listen to me,
you cheap punk!

Now, I came here
to build a business.

I make big ones
out of little ones

and I've got backers
to answer to.

I offered to buy her out,
but she won't sell.

'Well, I've got
a reputation to protect.'

So I take her out.
Do you understand?

Yeah, I understand..
Like you bought me out.

And I haven't
seen a dime yet.

I paid your creditors,
my friend.

I paid for trucks
and service.

You still owe me for service.

I want her contract.

What do you want me to do?

You want me to go around
stealing trucks

and trying
to wreck that dame?

I'm going to kill myself!

Well, do what you
did your time for

burn her out.

Oh, no.

No way.

I get caught just
lighting a cigarette.

I go back inside for years.
No, thanks.

Okay! Okay!

'How long has this
been going on, Robbie?'

Oh, I started jogging

six months ago.

It's great for the body.

I meant the attacks
on your company.

Oh, that started, uh,
a couple of weeks ago.

At first I thought
it was just vandalism.

Some tires slashed
and broken windows.

But then couplings started
coming apart for no reason

and, uh, fuel tanks started
to leak, you know?

Have you reported it?

Yeah, but that doesn't help.

I mean, the police
can't guard my trucks.

No, but look..
Why don't we stop and talk?

I can't run and talk
at the same time, eh?

Well, then talk later.
We got another mile.

You wouldn't have
an ulterior motive

for trying to wear
me out, would you?

- Robbie, I-I left my--
- Wait.

Back to normal.

- My pulse.

That's how you tell
what kind of shape you're in.

The length of time
that it takes your pulse

to return to normal.
It took me two minutes.

You left your what?

I left my motor
at the station.

Save me a half hour
if I could shower

at your place.
You mind?

No, I don't mind.

How's your father
and his, uh, buddy Sam?

'Fine. They're up
north fishing.'

Pop calls me
all the time

to see how
I'm doing.

I think he'd still
rather be driving a truck

but..

Tell him about
your problems?

No. I can handle it.

Alone, huh?

Ask no favors, owe no debts.

Hey..

We went through
all that six months ago.

I haven't changed.

Have you?

No.

What you see
is what you get.

Then let it go.
Okay?

Uh..

So who's trying
to put you out of business?

I really have no idea.

I mean, I'm not that big
a threat to anybody.

Why don't we talk
about it over breakfast?

I won't be long, okay?

Well, aren't you going
to invite us in?

Pop! How are you?

- Hi, Robbie.
- Well, tolerable.

Unless you're going
to make us stand

out here all day long.

Oh, come in. I'm sorry.

I mean,
this is a surprise.

I thought you were
still fishing.

Uh, well, Robbie, uh..

...drowning worms
is more like it.

Well, the weather wasn't
too good, and we--

Hey, Robbie, you got
any soap without perfume..

Uh, Ponch is here.

He-Hello, Mr. Davis.

- Sam, hi!
- Hey.

You're-you're
looking well.

Hey, what, you two get married

without letting me know?

- No!
- 'Oh, hey, no, no, no.'

I'm on my way to work.

- Yeah.

Well, that's some uniform

you got there,
Poncherello.

Hey, look, it's, there's
a simple explanation to this.

- Yeah, I can ex--

- I don't wanna hear it.
- I can explain, Mr. Davis.

I told you, I don't want
to hear it.

Do you always charge
into everything like a bull?

- Pop!
- Yes!

Alright.

Now, what's all this
about the company?

Your drivers are quitting
and your trucks

are breaking down.

Fish weren't
biting, huh?

Okay, now everybody
has their own chart

so check the name at the bottom
to make sure it's yours.

'Okay?
Yeah.'

The vertical lines
separate the days

and the dates are
on the bottom.

The blue line is physical

the red emotional..

...and the green intellectual.

These lines show
whether or not

you're up or down
in each category.

'Now, you can take any
straight edge to find the day'

'and where the wavy line
crosses a zero line'

'it means you're critical
in that category.'

So if anything happens
to you on a critical day

please make a note of it
on the form

I passed out
with the chart.

Okay? That's it.

Okay, now.

The fact
that Cahill is doing

this bio-rhythm study
for her master's degree

doesn't mean that you're
volunteering to help.

The department wants
to know the results.

'The captain has ordered
this shift to comply'

'and that means all of you.'

Yes, Grossman.

I hope we get time off,
like those airlines

that ground their pilots
on critical days.

'Wrong, Grossie,
I've heard of that'

but I don't know anyone
who's actually doing it.

Well, fellas,

I tried.

Okay, that's it.

Hit your beats.

Alright. I got
all your equipment.

I did your shopping
for you.

You understand,
Mr. Maddox I couldn't be

caught buying
none of this stuff.

You know which truck
to set the torch to?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

They're loading tonight.

She picks up a load
at 10:00 in the..

Don't worry about it.
Don't worry.

You worry.

You put Robbie Davis
out of business, or you worry.

You'll have reason.

What does your chart say
for physical tomorrow?

Tomorrow? Let's see.

Physical, physical..

It says I'm..

...low.

Uh, how about a game
of handball?

Ah, better
save yourself.

I know I never win, but..

...tomorrow could be a first.

I'll bet a buck
your chart says

you're on a physical high.

Ha!

Bet a buck
I beat you.

Ponch.

Are you alright?

I've felt better.

Is he alive?

Wow! Dynamite, man.

Like...like dynamite!

Bear, according to this
you shouldn't

even have been
in the field today.

What do you mean?

Sindy's bio-rhythm chart
on you.

Today's a
double zero day for you.

Both intellectually
and physically

you're a wreck.

Let me see that.

How do you
like that stuff?

There is something to
this bio-rhythm thing.

Well, it could just be
a coincidence, Ponch.

I mean, uh,
doesn't prove a thing.

Alright!
How about that shot?

You haven't won yet,
partner.

Okay, serve it, huh?

Alright, 20-15.
One more. You ready?

Anytime.

Good game, huh?

Good? I was great.

You know..

...that's what
I like about you.

Your natural modesty.

Now what do you think
of bio

I believe your
game's improving.

I mean, everybody's entitled
to win once in a lifetime.

Oh, Jon, you're better
at handball than I am.

I know that.

But I was
on a physical high..

...and you were
on a physical low.

That's why I won.

That's funny.

I thought it was because
you made better shots.

Men have no respect
for fine machinery.

They run these things
and run them.

Seem to think
that engines never get tired.

Just look at that!

I was looking.

- Robbie Davis.

I'm Harlan.

I just enjoy
watching you work.

What? Do you need
a favor or something?

- No.
- Hmm.

Why don't you hand me that
speed wrench on the toolbox?

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

There, look.

Oh, hi, Ponch.
Jon!

Hi.

Look, uh, Ponch told me about

your dad's reaction yesterday.

Old Charlie hasn't lost
his sense of humor, has he?

No.

I do think he was a little
shook up at first, though.

He just couldn't
understand why Ponch was

in my apartment
with no clothes on.

Why was he?

Uh, forget it, huh?

Look, here's a..
A list of, um

everything that's happened
to any of my equipment

with dates and times.

Is that what you wanted?

Yeah.
That's the what.

Still no idea who?

Hey, uh, what was it..
A party or what?

Harlan, don't you
have any work to do?

Always.

You know,
there was a guy who called

a couple of times
after pop retired.

He wanted
to buy me out.

I don't remember his name, and
I haven't heard from him since

but that's the only
who I can think of.

Okay, uh, listen, how about
some lunch? We can talk.

No, I can't.
I have a run up north. Umm..

But how about a late dinner?
My treat.

- You got it.
- Okay. Hey, you, too, Jon.

I'm sure that pop and Sam
would love to see you again.

Hey, I'll be there.

Super. Bye.

Hey, was that without
any clothes?

Huh?

Harlan, just forget it,
alright?

How?

You know, you could
have told Robbie you were busy.

No way. You know
I like large family gatherings.

You know, maybe you ought
to check your bio-rhythm chart

see if you're
on, uh, emotional low.

Bio-rhythms have nothing
to do with it, Jon.

Robbie just
doesn't trust herself

alone with me,
that's all.

Well, I mean,
a guy that runs around

with nothing on but
a bath towel.

Besides, I don't need
the chart anymore.

I got this.

- A bio-rhythm calculator.

You just feed in
a birth date

today's date
and it does the rest.

It even shows compatibility
between people.

Oh, yeah?

How'd you and, uh,
Robbie check out?

Perfectly, and today

we're in perfect harmony.

Huh.

Well, you maybe
ought to tell Robbie

about that, huh?

Jon.

I beat you
at handball last night.

Baricza cracked up
a critical day for him.

And, uh, I think you ought
to start giving this stuff

some serious thought,
old buddy.

I am,
but I'm reserving my judgment

till Sindy's, uh,
completed her project.

Yeah? Well..

...be ready
for it to prove out, partner.

Mark my words.

You saying, I don't have enough
judgment left to hire drivers?

I'm saying
this is my company.

I work with the drivers.
I'll hire the drivers.

- Yeah, but, Robbie.

Robbie, you got
a run to make.

While you're away,
Sam and I will--

- You will do nothing.
- Uh, but, Robbie, uh..

Why don't I
make this run for you

and give you and your dad a
chance to hire some new men?

Uh, good.
I'm glad you thought of it.

Well, I mean, it's..

...it's fine with me if..

If you trust Sam
with the rig.

Look, alright with you
doesn't count anymore, okay?

And I do trust him.

Thank you.

How about a game of handball
Thursday night?

Why? You thinking
you can beat me again?

No, but I think
you could beat Getraer.

I just ran him through
the calculator.

He's a double zero Thursday.

Emotionally and
physically critical.

No way, Ponch.
I mean..

Getraer's far
and away the division champ.

I mean, let's just face it.
He's better than I am.

And you're better
than I am.

But I beat you when I was high
and you were low.

Thursday's a peak day
for you.

Intellectual and physical.

Yeah, I'd like to beat Getraer.

I mean, I don't
deny that, but, uh..

Believe me, partner,
you will.

And we can clean up..
Make a bundle.

Hey, have I ever
steered you wrong?

Just challenge Getraer..

...and you can't lose.

I think we better
go be seen, huh?

Hey, Ponch,
that rig up ahead.

Get out of the truck.
The trailer's on fire.

Come on!
Get out!

7 Mary 4.
This is 10-97 on a truck fire

southbound Golden State Freeway
at Seventh Street.

Roll fire equipment.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

The cab!

If I can trip
the fifth wheel

I can save
that cab.

Listen, stop
the traffic, okay?

Ponch, cover me!

Is he going to be
alright?

Yeah. The paramedics said
they've seen worse.

It's just too early
to tell, Sindy.

Look, uh, I'll go with you,
if you want.

Yeah,
I'd appreciate it.

Sindy, you want
to wrap this up?

Sure.

You know, I hate this
next of kin business.

Yeah. Especially when
you have to tell a friend

it happened to
someone they love.

Yeah, well, he's alive.

Wait a minute.

- Hi, Robbie.
- Hi. Come on in.

Aren't you just

a little early?

Hello, Mr. Davis.

Well, Poncherello.

Glad to see
you saw fit to have

some clothes
on this time.

Is something wrong?

There's no easy way
to tell you this, uh..

One of your trucks
caught fire on the freeway.

Sam.

- Oh, God.
- Yeah. It's pretty bad.

Where is he?

Burn unit,
Valley General.

Let's go.

- Uh, he..

He looks..

...he looks awful.

He'll be okay, pop.
I know he will.

I'm going to make it..
Make it up to him, Robbie.

I swear I am.

This isn't your fault.

Sam wanted to stay up
north and fish.

He said you could
handle your trouble.

He only came here
because I asked him to.

Oh, baloney!

Sam doesn't do anything
he doesn't wanna do

not even for you.

Come on.
He's as stubborn as you are.

If he wanted
to stay and fish

that's exactly
what he'd do.

I'm going out.

Okay, let's go.

No. You wait here.

I got something
that needs doing.

Hey, now,
wait a minute, pop.

Let the police handle it.
They know what they're doing.

Sure. They don't know
Sam Kellum like I do.

They don't know truckers
the way I do.

The truckers I know
don't like this kind of jazz.

They don't like it
at all.

Hey, how's your friend
from the truck fire?

He's stable,
whatever that means.

Well...well, you'll, uh,
appreciate knowing

that with the personal
injury involved

the fire department's
Arson Unit is on it.

Nothing yet,
but they'll let us know.

- Hmm.
- Good.

Sarge, you busy
Thursday night?

Uh, no.

Great, 'cause Jon
would like to challenge you

to a little game
of handball.

Challenge me? Ha!

- Uh, sarge, it's not--

He knows
he's never beaten you

but he thinks
it's time he did.

Been practicing, huh, Jon?

- No, I haven't--
- Practicing, yeah!

Yeah.
And his game is up.

Now, so,
what do you say?

Jon, you're a glutton
for punishment.

No, it's not that
I'm a glutton--

I'll even bet you a dollar

he can beat you.

One dollar?

Two dollars!

Make it five
and I'll be there.

You're on.

You surprise me, Jon.

Never known you to be
so, uh...aggressive.

Well, Mr. Maddox, you told me
never to come to your--

Could have told me
on the telephone.

Listen, Charlie Davis..
He's back in town.

You could have told me
on the telephone.

This place
makes me nauseous.

Not only is he back in town

he's been asking around
trying to find somebody

who put his daughter
out of business

and sooner or later,
he's going to come here

and when he comes here,
I'm going!

Ooh, very smart.

Very smart!

That will tell him
for sure who put

his pal Sam in the hospital.

I didn't know it was
going to be Sam in that rig.

Well, tell him that,
tell him you thought

it was going to be his daughter.

I didn't know
who'd be in that rig.

Oh, she'll take the next run

or maybe Charlie himself.

You say.

I say, yeah!

Nobody around here is going
to drive for Robbie interstate.

I've seen to that!

What am I
supposed to do?

Get me their contracts.

Stop their next delivery.

Don't burn them.
Blow them up!

Hi.

Got here as quick
as I could.

What's the matter?

Pop is out somewhere,
and I don't know where.

You mean I'm here
because Charlie decided

to have a few beers?

Ponch, it's 4 o'clock
in the morning.

Now, I keep trying
to write you out of my life

and here I keep
calling you back.

I'm sorry.

Uh...what is it, huh?

I think pop is out
to even the score for Sam.

Yeah, he would be.

Alright. I'll try
to put out an APB.

You make some coffee, okay?

I needed someone,
Ponch.

Alright, but if he
gets back here while I'm here

you explain,
loud and fast.

'Okay. That's it.'

Hit the bricks.

If anything happens today,
you let me handle it

and cover me, okay?

Don't sprain anything

or hurt yourself.

You're a
true friend, Ponch.

Right on.

And besides
the calculator says

I have to play
Getraer tonight

and if I postpone
the match, that's bad.

That too.
That too.

Plus, you have
all that money bet on me.

Like you said,
a true friend.

Now, I'll be with you
in a minute.

I gotta check
on something.

Alright.

- Hi.
- Hi, Sindy.

Feedback on
the bio

Looks pretty good,
I guess, huh?

Well, it's much too early
to tell, Ponch.

Ask me in a couple months.

Yeah, but you must have
enough to tell

if the system works.

Well, most everybody
in chronobiology agrees

that we all do have
rhythms, cycles..

But we don't know
exactly how it works

or how the date of birth
is involved.

'It's going to
take me a long time'

'to run a large enough sample'

'in order to eliminate
coincidence.'

So, for the moment, nope.

I don't have enough data.

Sindy, uh, listen,
I got a special interest.

I mean, it does look
good, doesn't it?

Ponch, looks good
is not a term

we use
in statistical study.

Oh, okay.

Oh, by the way,
before I forget

I wanna place a bet on
the handball match tonight.

Five bucks on Getraer.

'I would like
to help you, Charlie'

but I...I just don't
know anything.

Well, there must be something
floating around the road.

- It always does.
- Not this time.

It's got to be
somebody big.

Somebody with enough money
to pay their own way

and cover
their tracks.

Yeah, well, the fire
didn't start till the rig

was on the road.

It's a professional setup.

I figured that
out for myself.

I could give you
a hunch, if you want it.

- Go ahead.
- This guy named Murray Thomas.

Got a little outfit
out in the valley.

Did time for torching
some rigs for insurance

a few years back.

I'm surprised that Charlie
hasn't called his daughter.

Robbie's not surprised.

But knowing him,
she's worried.

He can get himself
in a whole lot of trouble.

'Anybody home?'

Over here.

Say, I'm looking
for work. I'm a driver.

Yeah? Not hiring.

Try next week. Might have
a new contract coming in.

- Yeah.

Well, well.
Say, you got a name?

You?

Yeah.
Charlie Davis.

Guess you'd be
Murray Thomas, huh?

Get over there!

'Attention all units.'

'We have a report
of a semitrailer'

'Robbie's interstate transit,
carrying a bomb.'

'Vehicle's northbound
405 from Olympic.'

Must be up ahead.

I know we haven't seen her.

LA 15, 7 Mary 3 and 4.

Northbound 405
from Washington.

'10-4, 7 Mary 3 and 4.'

'LA 15, 7 Mary 3
in pursuit of bomb truck.'

'Have 7 Adam run a break
in traffic'

'northbound 405
from Venice'

'and 7 Charles run a roadblock'

'in southbound direction.'

10-4.

'7-adam LA'

'run a break in traffic
behind 7 Mary 3'

'405 northbound from Venice.'

'7 Charles, LA.'

'Run a roadblock south on 405.'

7 Charles responding.

There she is.

'Throw that
traffic break fast!'

'7 Charles, LA'

'Expedite your break
in traffic.'

'7 Mary 3
has bomb truck located'

'405 northbound at sunset.'

LA 15, 7 Adam.

'I'm in position
behind 7 Mary 3 and 4.'

'Traffic break is started.'

Pull over. You got
a bomb on board.

Pull over
before it blows!

Come on, Robbie, get on here.
Let's go!

This is my last tractor.

Come on!
We're out of time.

If I lose this one

I'm out of business

so I might as well
go with it!

Alright, get in the cab.
Let's go!

Get in the cab!
I'll do it.

Alright, go! Go!

Ponch, are you
alright?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Jon?

- Yeah.

Oh, man!

Wouldn't wanna
cut it any closer.

How did you know
there was a bomb?

Our dispatcher.

Said the information came
from the owner of the company.

Well, that must have
been pop. He's okay.

I'd say he made the call.

Why, that lowdown,
pigheaded..

What?

He's not the owner
of this company.

I am!

Karl Maddox?

We'd like to ask
you a few questions.

- Hey.
- Hey, Baker.

Oh, Mr. Davis,
how you doing?

I didn't think
you were gonna make it.

Oh, we stopped at the hospital
to look in on Sam.

Yeah, doc says
we'll be fishing together

in a couple of months.

And my insurance will
cover most of my losses

so, needless to say,
we're feeling great.

Yeah and how about you?
You ready?

Uh...yeah.
I'm all warmed up.

- Okay, I got $57 bet on you.
- Oh..

So remember..

Move him around.
Don't let up.

Physically, Getraer
can't take it. Okay?

I take it you, uh, think
his sergeant is out of shape?

No.
It's his bio-rhythms.

I got this calculator, see?

And it says
Jon's physical cycle is up

and Getraer's is down.

Well, that's funny,
the chart I made for Getraer

says he's on a high today.

Impossible.

Let me show you.

I punch in
his birth date..

'...today's date'

and there..

"Emotional and physical low."

Mm-hmm. Swell,
except for one thing

Getraer was born in '45,
not '44, Ponch.

You sure?

Positive.
It's in my file.

He's on
a high today.

Ready, Jon?

Let her rip.