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Hey, that's your father?

That's my father.

What's he doing?

Working, I guess. This place is only a couple miles from here.

Yeah, I know.

But Berixa took him to the hospital yesterday.

You know, old crop dusters never die. They just spray away.

How you like that? Somebody messing up your life.

Thank you.

Your father's flying today.

That's great.

It's idiotic. He shouldn't be up there. He ought to be strapped to a board.

Why? What's wrong?

A felon hurt his back again.

His spine must look like a stack of walnuts.

I'd like to be back at the field when he lands and wring his thick neck.

Yeah, that'd be like choking a fire hose.

He's lost power.

You were dead in that accident back there, son. Yeah, and I thought I was

gonna pick you up in a bucket.

You're lucky you didn't slice that crate on a power line or smash it into the

trees. What in the heck did you think you were doing?

I was landing. I was over there dusting old Al Bishop's field, and I lost a

magneto. I told Bishop I'd do that job this afternoon. Well, that's good,

because I didn't get it done.

We'll let you out of the hospital. Me? I got bored.

How you doing, boys?

Pretty good. How you doing?

Dad, what do you want to do?

Go for surgery and let him fuse the only spine you've got?

Now look, Barry, it's my back. Now get off it, will you?

Say, you boys got time for a cup of coffee?

Uh, yeah. Who made it, you or your wife?

No, she's not here yet. It's mine.

Hey, what's that?

Oh, that's graffiti.

Listen, it's about time you get back on duty, huh? I'll go fix the old bird.

Well, that was there last night when I locked up. Who did it?

Oh, I don't know.

Dad.

Well, I don't know exactly.

Hey, Pete, I heard about your coffee. I'd like to try some.

Leave nature alone.

Bugs don't kill people. People kill people.

When did this start?

Oh, about a month ago. Letters, anyway.

It's only the second time he showed up in the truck.

Second time? Why didn't you tell me?

Well, I'm telling you now.

I didn't want to say anything. It wasn't that big a deal.

You know, you see, the guy loves nature. He wants to stop me.

I love nature. I'm not going to stop him.

He used to tell a story about some hawks who killed some chickens.

So the farmers went out and they hired a hunter.

Hunter went in, he wiped out all the hawks.

So with no hawks to stop him, the rats took over.

I know what the guy's talking about, some of that stuff we used to use.

We don't use that anymore, at least I don't.

What I use is safe.

Longest speech he's made in seven years.

Have you reported the guy?

Yeah, sure. Department of Agriculture, the FAA, and the sheriff.

And to kind of think I scared him off myself today.

Mom know about him?

The letters, yes. The trucks, no. And don't you say anything to her about it.

I'll do that my own way.

OK.

I'm off at 2.30. I'll be here at 4.

Can I trust you to stay on the ground?

I spend half my life on the ground, son.

Looks like we're neighbors.

You need some help?

Hey, listen, if you don't want anybody crashing your spade back, cool.

I mean, that's why I'm here too, OK?

Oh, I am Shawna McKenzie.

Hey, I hope you don't think I was wacko doing my yoga on the table over there.

It's just I'm not good enough yet where I can get those little black ants out of

my mind, you know? But I mean, isn't the air fantastic?

There is not one trace of smog. Oh, boy. A little knowledge and girlish glee.

Huh?

Smog, chemicals, pesticides, pollution.

Who fights it? You?

No. Nobody.

They put it in high and fly.

Somebody's gotta wise up fast, or pollution's gonna put the human race

away.

Wow.

You know, you really sound like somebody who's in touch with themselves.

That's really important, you know?

I mean, so many of us are like a sketch that some artist just abandoned halfway

through. Right?

I mean, if you can't validate your own feelings, you are not a complete person.

You know what I'm trying to say?

Oh,

what do I call you?

My name is Pickett.

Lyle Pickett.

Hi.

Attention all units. In Major 1171, Pacific Coast Highway at Federal Canyon,

LASO is requesting all available units for 1184.

I parked there to monitor traffic.

And you fell asleep and didn't really wake up until you hit the car.

I'm not ducking it, Joe. It's in the report. It was my fault.

Driving a coal car 40, 50 hours a week, crop dusting every afternoon, every

weekend. Barry, you're pushing yourself too hard.

Excuse me. Am I interrupting?

Yes.

What is it? A rixus cruiser. It'll be repaired and ready by morning.

Thank you.

I'm also taking care of the car he hit.

There's very little damage. Thank you. You look tired, worried.

Thank you, Harlan.

Right.

Barry.

I understand your family commitment.

But resolve it.

Get it off your mind.

Because I don't want to see you killing yourself.

LA-15, 7 David in pursuit, late model Firebird.

Ground, 319, X-ray, X-ray, Charles.

Southbound aviation approaching Englewood, speeding in possible drunk.

Turning east on Englewood.

7 Adam, Englewood west through Darcy.

15 Mary 3 and 4, eastbound 85th and Rincon.

Joe, I almost hit Jed Turner.

So you quit the patrol?

That's a little bit out of perspective, Barry.

Turner says it was his fault.

Wrong. My attention was off. My reaction was slow. I'm spread too thin.

Maybe. For the moment.

But you're a good cop.

Right. And I'm going out a good cop.

I owe the patrol a lot.

But I owed my dad and mother first.

Their little operation out there is, well, it's their whole world.

And I can't let him lose it.

Okay. Sign out on vacation.

You got six days coming. In the meantime, I'll see that your termination

papers are ready.

Sure.

You flat-spotted a practically new set of tires, you know.

Don't tell me your problems. I'm practically a civilian.

Well?

Any ideas?

Hey, Shawna.

You want some blackberries?

They're fresh.

Well, they were fresher this morning when I picked them, but they're still

fresh.

Federal Food and Drug Administration report on pesticides.

Read that.

Make yourself sick.

I guess you march a lot, huh?

Protest rallies and sit-ins and everything.

No, I mean, really.

Right now, I'm looking for who I am.

I am. I'm trying to find out how to be counted, you know? Don't bother

marching, because they pay no attention.

Well, then what do you do?

You take action.

I lost my brother in Vietnam.

Why do you bring that up?

Wondering what you were doing over there when you got hurt.

How did you know that I was in Nam?

There's a bumper sticker on your truck from the VA hospital, which makes you a

vet. And if you hadn't been hurt, you wouldn't have been in a hospital.

Pretty good, huh?

All right.

You get out now.

I've got things to do.

Lyle.

You're not a nice person.

Yes, I am.

Shauna. Yes, I am. I don't like what I have to do.

It's a last resort.

I like airplanes.

I always have, but I wouldn't use them to poison people.

Would you?

I can't relate to that, Lyle. I just can't. Well, forget it.

What happens to me doesn't matter. It's stopping then.

That's what matters.

We have company.

Well, there's trouble, Barry, but it's not serious.

Mr. Kwong from the Farmer's Co-op is here, and I called the Ecology Council.

Mrs. Drew came out. Will you just listen?

It's gonna be all right.

Oh, good. Son, you know Jim Kwong. Hi, Mrs. Kwong.

Mrs. Drew, this is my son, Barry. He's gonna be here full-time now. Nice

meeting you.

What's going on?

Well, we've got these letters. Every one of our customers.

Threatening letters stuck in the mailbox.

You might tell him about my field.

Well, yeah, there was some vandalism up at Jim's farm, but... You know, one of

you could have told me about that truck.

Well, your mother's a little upset, Gary, but... Son, what are you gonna do?

Call some friends.

Now, look, son, I don't want you to worry about this. I can handle it.

Nobody's gonna scare these men, either, I can tell you that.

Madge Berixa.

How you doing?

Listen, there's been some vandalism out here at one of the farms.

Would you put out a 10-21 for Baker and Poncherello?

I'd say it must have been right around 4 o'clock this morning.

That's when the dogs were barking.

Happened to any other farm?

No.

I'm the chairman of the co-op.

This is kind of warning to the others, the way I see it.

Hey.

It's a funny thing to find in a place like this.

What is it?

A campsite receipt.

County Park over at Saugus.

You have the right to remain silent on the grounds that all the blood is

rushing to your head.

Well, I can see you know nothing about separating the mind from the body.

See anything you like?

I think I see a flower child.

Who's your neighbor?

I'm the foggiest.

Well, listen, maybe you can help me. I'm trying to locate a guy who drives a

dirty one-ton pickup truck.

Uh, with a fish pole CB antenna.

The kind of truck you use to haul a camper shell like that one over there.

Hmm.

So isn't this where I'm supposed to say, what's the beef?

I mean, to me, a truck is a truck.

Well, this guy may have a beef, a fixation about ecology, pesticides,

pollution. We think he needs a little help.

Well, I don't think I was born to help.

Well, why don't you try it? More and more people are doing it these days.

Fear and fear are dropping out.

You are deep.

Hey, how do you say that?

Poncherello. If you have an inkling, contact any CHP office.

Poncherello.

Well, that's fine. Just fine. You know, I'm not a cripple yet. Well, we'll

pretend you are while you're under the doctor's care. I'll do the lifting.

Well, that's fine, too. But, you know, the doctor didn't say I wasn't supposed

to whip your butt if you give me too much lift.

Let's not either one of us push our luck, okay?

Barry,

Jordan just called, said to tell you his field's ready. Okay.

If Ponch and John come by while I'm gone, they'll be ready for coffee.

Your coffee. Oh, come on. You watch out now, son.

Do you see that man? Fear it, don't nag.

You know, Mother, I think everything's going to work out just fine.

Yeah. No, I don't know how soon it'll be. I'll have one of them call you.

Yeah, today.

Bye.

John, Barry's down.

What? Where?

The engine's acting up again.

Jim Kwong telephoned. Oh, Barry's okay.

Here, Jessup Mountain Road.

Does Pete know?

Yeah, Pete went over to help.

Beginning to think it's a little late for that old bucket of bolts.

Pete?

No, the airplane.

Pete will hold up a while longer.

They love that old bird.

Like father, like son. So they keep it flying.

If it hadn't been for Barry, I think Pete would have thrown up his hands a

long while ago.

I know I would have.

Why don't you trade it off? It'll bring a good price.

It's the airplane.

It's the whole shebang.

Don't let on to Barry.

It's well worth the struggle.

to know that he'll have this and our son will be secure.

It's a relief to see him take over. Sometimes I think that it's just as

dangerous as police were.

No, thank you.

I'll take a run over there, OK?

Berixa's Air Service.

No, he isn't. Can I help you?

You remember the time you and I tore down that old Eagle Rock?

The one I bought up in Oregon?

I remember.

It's the airplane I soloed in.

That's right.

Well, I saw that old tub last week.

A museum.

Just sitting there for people to gawk at.

Well, every dog has its day, Dad, even you.

Oh, well, now that I got a smart young pup nipping at my heels, maybe I'll perk

up a little bit, huh?

Hi, John. How you doing?

All right.

No license plates, no headlights, no stoplights. You're illegal.

How'd you find us?

Your mother told me to look for a dirty bird.

How you gonna get it out of here?

Easier than getting in.

I popped an oil line climbing out when that character came at me with his

truck.

Did he tell your dad?

No way.

He tried to keep me from flying and do it himself.

He's too proud to quit, John.

I guess I can't win for losing.

You bloodhounds do any good at Jim Kwong's farm?

Well, Sherlock Poncherello came up with a clue. I wrote over here to tell you

that I think from the letters and vandalizing of the field, this guy is

really dangerous.

Well, I don't scare very easy.

Neither does my son.

See you back at the field!

You know, if that was my son, I'd be a little worried.

Worst landings kind of weigh life with us.

He's up to it. He loves it.

Always has.

You know, I talked to your wife today, Pete, and she said you'd always fought

to save the business. That's right.

For Barry?

Sure.

You sure he wants it?

Wants it, of course he does. That's why he quit the patrol.

I think he quit the patrol to save the business for you.

Save it for me?

I don't need him for that. As soon as my back heals, I'll be fine. Well, then you

should make sure he knows that.

We've talked about it. Yeah, but sometimes you talk and you don't

communicate.

What are you trying to do, Baker? Are you trying to get him back in one of

those uniforms? Is that it?

No. I just want to make sure you both get what you want.

I got three things to say to you.

We are...

It's our business.

Butt out.

John, wait a minute, will you?

Look, I'm sorry.

Okay, I'll ask him about it.

Sure, you'll ask him, and he'll tell you what you want to hear. And then he'll

ask you, and you'll do the same. Right, all right. I won't ask him that.

But I'm going to find out.

Pete, you know, you two can go on kidding each other for years.

No.

If he doesn't want to be here, I'll find out.

What we're looking for is a rolling mud pile.

Get a washer right here, put that camper shell on for a whole new look.

I think we just... Hey, Pines.

So I didn't see him leave.

Does he ever talk about airplanes?

And ships and shoes and sailing wax.

Mention the name Beriksa?

That sounds like a sneeze.

Pete Berixa.

Runs an air service. This guy or someone has tried to kill him three times.

Well, don't involve me.

Don't involve you in anything, right?

Just let you escape back into the 60s or wherever it is you think you're hiding.

I have a right to my private identity, don't I?

Shauna, the man needs help.

Well, nobody's helping me.

Well, maybe you don't need it.

You already know how to stand on your head.

Paciorello? His name is Lyle Pickett.

Ask for him at the VA hospital.

I think he was there.

You feel better?

I figured it was a helicopter gunner. The ship was shot down, he was captured.

Brainwashed, mentally tortured, if you will.

He's a psychological casualty.

What did he do, run away?

No, no, he's a volunteer patient. Came in for treatment.

Last released by his doctor six weeks ago.

What was his assignment in Nam?

His outfit's primary mission was to eliminate Kong hiding places in the

jungles.

Defoliation?

Agent Orange.

Bingo.

You served in Nam?

Yeah, but I got out lucky.

Sensitive, decent young man.

Until they warped his mind.

These are the saddest cases we have.

Well, let's hope we can find this one before it gets any sadder.

Thank you, Doctor.

Lyle, I've been running away.

But when you think you're doing that, you're really not.

You're really running towards something, you know?

And we're all a part of each other, aren't we? It's just my luck.

I hook up with an evangelist. No!

But I am tripping on helping people.

There were men here looking for you.

Who? Two.

A very nice cop and his friend, Lyle.

Lyle! Wait a minute!

They want to help you. They told me they want to help you.

Rex Air Service.

Yeah, Al, it's Barry. Listen, I got her loaded up. I'll be taking off in five.

Great.

Yeah, where have you been?

I'm going nuts here.

Al Bishop's waiting. I've got to fertilize his field. I had to load the

airplane. The phones are ringing.

Son, you let the answering service take your calls.

That way people get to know your office hours.

Okay.

Where's Mom?

You gonna be here now?

No, by golly, and we got you to thank for that.

Oh, by the way, we're going to take the Cessna so I cancel your flying lessons

for Saturday.

What? Well, all except for ground school. But we're going to be back in a

week or so anyway.

Back? From where?

Andre, we're going to fly up and see Jim and Donna Kirk.

Your mother said we shouldn't leave you. I said, Vera, he's a grown man now.

He knows the business, loves the business, and he wants the business.

He can handle it.

So, son, I'm giving you the business.

Sergeant Guthrie is here.

Oh, hi, Joe. Nice seeing you. Mr. Berixa, how are you? Fine, thank you.

Uh, Barry, John called in about the man who's been trying to sabotage you, and

I, uh, phoned your folks and told them that we'll have a man on the ground

wherever you're gonna spray or dust till we catch this fellow.

Oh, uh, here are your termination papers.

Oh, he said he had them ready, Barry, so I just said, why don't you bring them on

out with you?

Well, now, wait a minute. I'm still on vacation time.

Right. You drop pay till Friday.

Sign right here.

Just hold it. Don't rush me.

Rush?

This is what you've wanted all your life, son.

What you've wanted, Dad, and it's fine.

And Mom, I know you've always worried about me being a cop.

But you are one, aren't you, son?

Well, you probably don't need me here anymore.

Your friend Baker said you quit the patrol to save this for me.

I'd have quit years ago if I thought you didn't want it.

Why didn't you speak up?

You know, you might have let me ruin your life.

Why didn't he speak up?

I suppose it's my fault.

It's a rock in Griffith Park that says, Pete loves Vera.

He carved it in 1938.

Got around to telling me in 1946.

Well, Dad?

Go dust Al Bishop's field.

We'll wait till you get back.

A girl from the campground called. She thinks that Lyle Pickett's coming this

way.

Not coming.

He's here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Here you are, Sergeant.

Thank you, Miss McKenzie.

Well, what do you think's going to happen to Lyle?

I mean, did I help him or did I hurt him?

Well, we got him before he committed a really serious crime. I think you helped

him a lot.

Doing time in a hospital beats doing time in prison, believe me.

Question is, did you help yourself?

I don't know. Maybe.

You sure got me out of that dropout trip, though.

I don't know what gets it for me yet, but, uh... There's a lot of things I'm

qualified to do, and I'm gonna try.

Good. Thanks for your statement, Ms. McKenzie.

Be sure we know where you are in case we need to reach him. We do.

Sarge?

Listen,

my dad called for Monterey.

He's giving the Stearman to the Air Museum to park beside the Eagle Rock.

Oh, you don't know about the Eagle Rock?

Okay, well, anyway, this friend of his wants to buy that property.

Um, your termination papers?

Yeah, and all the excitement. You forgot and left them out there.

Uh, they're not signed.

Uh, no.

My dad's selling out.

Retiring. I'd be out of a job in a month.

Ah, annual port in a storm, huh?

That's exactly what I don't want the troops to think. Mm-hmm. That's why I

kind of sneaked in here.

Kind of hoping that you can find some way to let him know that I'm not

crawling back.

That I never wanted to quit. In fact, I never did.

That'd be kind of hard to get across, Barry.

But for old time's sake, I'll do this for you.