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Is that your brother?

Nope.

Well, whoever he is, I hope he's not wiser than race. Well, if he's not now,

he will be soon.

Hey, John.

Well, what do you think?

About what, Gross?

The fun part.

You think they'll like it?

Grossier, you asked me to meet you here, but you didn't tell me why. Now, they,

who are they? My nieces, John. Two nieces are coming to visit. I thought

we'd bring them here.

Come on, let's check it out.

Now what do you think? Fun, huh?

Yeah, I guess so, for kids.

I see grown-ups here, too.

Yeah, well, I like my fun a little more mature.

And I hate people splashing.

Gosh, I'm sorry, officer.

It's all right. It's just a little water.

Buy you lunch.

Hey, hey, hey, here they come. Here they come.

That's my brother.

all right here we go all right

Thank you.

Ambulance just left.

Two serious injuries, not one decent witness.

Bikers were going too fast.

Find out anything at the park?

No, Grossi tried to stop some of the kids, but they all split.

Says you and he never got close enough to the bikes.

Well, we never got close enough to ID him, but we know the leader was not

wearing a helmet, that's all.

You know, I picked up something from Steve.

Do you know if he ever did that challenge racing?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, I think when he was a kid. Why, you have any ideas?

Well, I don't know. I didn't ask him.

Thought you might.

Hey, Steve, wasn't this race something like you guys used to call the Indy?

Oh, yes and no.

I didn't want to thank you for the backup. I was sure glad to see you.

Oh, that's all right. I saw those kids in the park, and I had a hunch if I

would have played it out, I might have prevented this whole thing.

Where'd you see it?

Well, it was about a mile past where you came in. I saw it past Harbor Avenue,

and I was sitting there on Harbor.

Didn't your older brother used to be the all-time street racing champ?

Yeah, Taro.

He was the greatest.

Better luck next time, sucker.

Ain't gonna be no next time, eh, Len?

I saw the race. You're really something.

Thanks. Say, listen, uh, give your brother a message for me, will you?

Tell him Burst Dad is ready.

Hey, Paul.

Hey, Steve. How you doing, man?

How are you?

Hey, Teddy. You know this cop here?

Hi, Steve.

What are you doing here? Well, I just dropped in to say hi to Paul.

Oh, yeah. John Baker. This is my other brother.

I'm Ted.

Hi.

How you doing, Ted? You a biker, too?

It's in the family, you know.

Toro taught us both.

Made me wait till I was 18, though.

Pretty good rider, huh?

Good enough to get to Toro's place.

I work there part-time, and he goes ape if I'm not on time, so...

All right, take it easy, Ted.

How many brothers do you have?

Just the three of us.

Ted moved in with Tara Arbus since Mom died.

How come you didn't bring up anything about the race?

Well, I thought maybe you would.

Okay, let's go see if Paul knows anything.

I don't think he'll talk.

I don't think any of them will.

But we can try.

How long before it's fixed?

A new gear shift?

I'd say about a month and forever and a half.

Come on, Dad.

Okay, well, how's it done? Time to go riding on Sunday. How's that for you?

That was neat, Dad. Can I learn that?

When you're old enough.

It's easy.

Rooster, we have a doctor's appointment.

Mom, no!

Do I have to? I hate that doctor, and I hate shots. Hey, macho man, you need

these shots for school. You don't have to your mom. It's not cool.

I'll see you later, sweetheart.

Get going, huh?

What is it with no helmet?

What, are you chicken if you wear one?

Is that what Robbie Burstad tells you? Robbie Burstad, Robbie Burstad.

Yeah.

Well, I warned you, little brother.

I saw Pete today.

What? You were speeding and you got a ticket.

Nope.

It's Robbie Cabang.

Good to see Steve.

Him and another cop.

John Baker.

I happened to drop in to say hi to Paul Brown.

You and Steve used to run pretty wild, right?

No, we were racers.

Not a gang or a public mess like that Burstad.

You fracture me, Toro.

All you do is you put Burstad down.

You could try to get to know the guy. Come on, I know the type. He makes a

bike before it'll work.

He makes you jealous?

Yeah, sure.

Did you beat him?

Look, will you get your mind off of me racing Burstad and wear your skidlet

when you're riding?

You hear me?

Nope.

They hear you in Burbank.

You see, the Indy, when Toro and I were racing, was a long-distance back-road

race.

Endurance, outrunning the cops, overcoming the problems, risking your

life. But the betting money was big.

And that could go to double in city traffic.

Well, if that's what's coming down, we gotta stop it. Somebody's gotta tell us

who, when, and where.

Would your brother cooperate?

Well, if those guys are a couple of hotshot inner-city dragsters, Toro may

not know a thing about it.

But I don't mind asking.

Ask, and keep me informed.

Your report has the suspects riding high-priced cafe racers and bunches of

bikers waiting for the race to pass.

Yeah, the course was laid out, and the groupies had the word, and it was the

Indy, or, you know, whatever they're calling it. John, does Steve think that

Taro's involved?

Uh, he, uh, he says no, but I think he's afraid of it. His younger brother, Ted,

was at least a witness to the race.

Okay. I'll notify the local agencies.

But that accident happened on our turf. The biker belongs to us, and I want him

brought in by you.

Sarge, this is an underground operation.

I mean, Toro talked to his brother, not me.

McLeish doesn't wear his sensitivity on his sleeve, but his family is very

important to him.

You use that any way you see fit, but just don't let him get into trouble.

Oh, John.

John, you tell him. You checked it out. Isn't the family fun park really fun?

The water slide, the little boats.

Honestly, didn't you like it?

Well... There, see?

These are lovely kids, and I haven't seen them in ten years.

All I'm asking is one person to help me show them around.

John, you're my last resort.

Saturday. Saturday only?

I have to feed my horse on Saturday.

Where's the helmet?

I'm sorry. I forgot it.

Well, for your own sake and for Rooster's, you set him a good example.

I mean, he just copies everything that you do.

Well, what do you want, Burstad?

Well, I want a chance to show what I am.

El primo. Numero uno.

No,

no, no, no.

I'm not El Primo till I beat the chin.

Look, I don't race anymore.

And I never raced your kind in the first place, punk.

So why don't you just go back to getting lost?

Maybe he's too old for it.

Maybe.

Maybe he's not a toro. Maybe he's a pollo.

Chicken, huh?

Look who just rode in. Must have heard I was punching out a smog device or

something. What do you say, Steve?

Yeah, good to see you. Ted, my brother Toro, Officer John Baker. Hi. How do you

do? This is my wife, Joanne.

Hi. How are you?

Who are your visitors?

Uh, they wanted a map. I, you know, I don't carry giveaways.

The ones without the helmets, you don't know them?

Ted, you ever see them before?

Which ones?

I didn't notice them.

Coffee. Would you like some coffee?

Racing inside the city? That's no Indy.

I mean, race to Merced, race to Yuma, back roads and fire roads, that's an

Indy. I mean, Steve remembers.

I mean, it used to be us against the road.

We used to try to avoid the traffic.

Hey, this could be a new kind of game, kind of thrill trip.

It's a big city. They could land one heck of a course.

And call it an Indy? Ah, punks. Yeah, well, supposedly some young hotfoot

decides to challenge the fastest gun in the West.

You're still the man to beat. You're still the champ, right?

Yesterday's jam.

Now I just go from here to the house.

Sundays I try a little off-road with Ted, my kid, but for me that's it

anymore.

Okay, well, we better get back on the beat.

Yeah, thank you very much for the coffee.

Nice to meet you, John.

Okay, see you later. I'll be right out.

Okay, Toro, talk to your brother.

Don't make me sound like a cop.

Now, who were the bikers?

You know, I always knew that whatever you did with your life, you'd do it on a

motorcycle. What are you putting yourself down for? I'm proud that you're

a cop.

Did you know about the race?

You hear things. Nothing definite.

Well, I think Ted does.

Ask him.

Oh, come on. You know he'll cover.

He's hanging around with that crowd. That's their code. Don't talk to cops.

Hey, Steve, come on.

We never had any family trouble. Let's not start now.

Well, then put your foot down. It'll stop.

And get Ted away from that street crowd and find out what he knows.

You're making me your stoolie?

Toro, we want those racers for felony hit and run.

If Ted knows who they are and doesn't tell us, he's making himself a criminal.

All right, I'll talk to him. It's no sweat.

Hey, don't try to shine me on. I said I'd talk to him, okay?

Thanks for the coffee.

Who were the bikers?

One of them was Robbie Burstead.

He wants a race.

That's his hang-up.

Toro, if you started up again, I couldn't take it.

John, flat out.

Is Steve holding out on you?

To protect his brothers?

Uh, no, but... They may be holding out on him.

Look, there was a race last night.

Three accidents, and one guy with no helmet.

Look, if you were that close to the guy, why didn't you bring him in? Do you know

how many guys are out there riding motorcycles without helmets? You want me

to bring them all in? I want the racing stopped.

Sarge, I'm playing my hunches, my ideas. I'm groping for proper evidence. I want

to be sure.

I'm sure being the top bike rider on the squad, you'd like to go out there, take

your gloves off, forget the rules, use your ingenuity, stop this by, well, you

know, whatever means it takes.

But you know I can't sanction anything like that.

I know you'd never let me catch you doing it, and I appreciate that.

Thanks.

Don't mention it. I didn't.

You go into the office. Go into the office with your mother.

Joanne Taro.

It's cool. It's okay.

No helmet.

I'm sorry.

Ted, I'll put that on your gravestone. I'll put that on Robbie Burstead's

gravestone, but not on Rooster's.

It's Burstead again.

Taking that boy and letting him ride bareheaded? Taking him out on the

street? Teaching him stuff he's not even ready for yet.

You didn't learn that kind of action from me. You're learning it from

Burstead. Well, maybe Burstead's new generation.

There's always bird studs around and a handful of bums that follow them.

Taro, when I was 12, I punched out a kid for calling you a bum.

Well, all right, thanks.

Now I gotta listen to them call you a chicken?

No, you don't. Just stay away.

Run away.

That's what they think.

Taro, some of them are my friends.

Ted, you know, Steve said that I should put my foot down with you.

I figure you're old enough to run your own life.

But if you're going to ride like a P-Braid punk, then don't bring it home

to my son.

Where have you been?

I went for a little spin.

Well, I called and I called the station. I was just about ready to call the

hospital. I was scared.

I'm a little hungry.

You've been racing. How do you figure?

I can see it in your eyes.

I mean, part of you is here, but sometimes I think the best part of you

is out there with the wind.

Uh, the part of me that's here is hungry.

Your throttle hand, your arthritis, do you remember that?

Toro, listen to me.

I can't take any more of this racing. It tears me apart, and I'll take Rooster.

And we'll both go back to Florida, and I mean that.

How about this? For months, I can't get a look at the guy. Now I can't get rid

of him.

Did you eat yet? Joanie can add a plate, right, honey? Sure.

Not for me.

I got somebody waiting.

Is it something she shouldn't hear?

Taro, you've been road testing your bike by the river.

Who are you going to race?

You've been tailing me.

We think one of those bikers we saw at your station the other day is one of our

hit-and-run suspects.

Baker's there on surveillance, and I'm going to sit it out with him until that

guy shows up again, or you're going to tell me who he is.

Well, you're the one with the size in the family. You're going to use your

muscle? Who are you going to race?

He's a young punk who's following my nest.

He's turning Ted into garbage. That's spilling out of my son.

Now, you said to put my foot down. I'm putting it.

Don't go trying to show him up.

Give him to me. On what grounds?

And what's that going to show Ted or Rooster?

That I'm a snitch, a stoolie? Look, this guy's a septic pig, but he sits fat with

all the kids.

What if he beats you?

Look, I'm in business with money I made winning on back road races. I figure I'm

good for one more.

I say you're not.

The reflexes go. The stamina goes.

Hey, I love you, brother.

But you can't beat me anymore.

Well, you I'm not going to race.

Why not? Let's make it a bet.

A C-note against you giving me this punk.

I know a fast track in Pomona. Come on, I'll get a sanction for a 50-lap race.

How about it?

And if I win, you get off my back and let me handle it my way.

I got a hundred on myself.

I don't bet on losers.

Does Sergeant Gutierre know this is going on, John?

I'd be out here taking part in this if Sergeant Gutierre didn't give me

permission. Would you? Only 43 laps to go.

Nobody answers anybody anymore.

Steve's doing very well for a guy who hasn't raced in years.

I'm okay.

I had you beat, big brother, on a bike I never even raced before.

Not at the finish line, Steve.

But thanks for the workout.

What's this all about?

I took a spill.

Wait a minute. You're talking to an old motorcycle rider, pal. Now, that wasn't

a spill. That was a dive.

John, with a little bit of work on this bike and a little bit of practice, I

could have beat him.

But I couldn't hold him off.

This way, I'd beat a guy who was down.

Oh, I get it. It's what the poets call a hollow victory.

He certainly didn't prove to himself he's still up to writing in an indie.

He's got it, Harlan.

Yeah, and did I get something else? That there's a guy trying to tell himself

that he's the new number one?

Who, me?

What, are you going someplace?

I've thought about it.

Where's Toro? I gotta pay off a bet.

He's getting a shot in his wrist.

He has arthritis so bad, he couldn't even move it this morning.

Your bags?

No, they're Ted's.

Someone's coming by to pick him up.

Steve, he moved out this morning, and I don't know how Toro's gonna take it.

Do you think you can be here when he comes?

15 Mary 3, L.A.

L.A., 15 Mary 3.

L.A. 3, 10-21 Mary 5-0 at 5-5-5, 6-4-8-3. It's urgent.

10-4.

Roger, L.A.

Hello?

John, hey, what's your 20?

Uh, Fairfax and Highland. Why?

Well, this morning.

Ted moved out on Toro. And Joanne heard Teddy talking to a guy named Paul Brown.

Remember him?

Yeah, the motorcycle shop.

Hey, wait, wait, wait a minute. He's your kid, brother, and you're on duty. I

mean, why don't you talk to him?

Well, Joanne thinks Toro's fixing to race a guy named Robbie Burstead.

I want to stay here and pin him down, okay?

All right. All right, thanks, John.

Well? Fear not.

Help is on its way.

Working on bikes, watching the police at night.

It's not much of a job, but I can eat. Who told you I was here?

Hey, Ted, Toro used to work here, and Paul's a friend of Toro.

So don't pretend you don't want to be found.

Look, I just want to live my own life, that's all.

Oh, and taking a fate on your family, that's no way to start.

I mean, you talk like a man, and you look like a man, but you're acting like

some kind of pouting child, is it?

557 Mary 3 in pursuit of Cafe Racer might be our hit and run driver.

Sit around. Put your left hand on your head.

All right, Buster.

What's your problem, huh?

Cute.

Real cute.

But aren't they a little young for the water slides?

Well, they're a lot older now, believe me.

I mean, Nietzsche said man should be selfish, but I do favors for everybody.

How come everybody turns me down? Maybe it's because you try to dictate the

terms. Look, why don't you ask for my ideas, my input?

Like Sarge, I'm inexperienced with kids.

Can you help me entertain my nieces?

Sarge, I'm inexperienced with kids. Can you help me entertain my nieces?

No.

My last resort.

See me later, Grossman.

You don't suppose those nieces turned out to be ravishing beauties, do you? If

they were ravishing beauties, he would have advertised it all over the place.

Sit down.

John collared one of the hit-run bikers.

Name's Len Parsons.

Knew he was wanted, saw John and bolted.

That's good, right?

John was off his beat at the time because he got a call from your

brother's station, which isn't on anybody's beat.

There's been some unauthorized activity in this case.

But John made a good arrest.

Probably the key to this brain-bucket indie game, so I'm not gonna issue a

reprimand. If I did, with John's record and his seniority... He had survived.

Anyone else who broke the rules for personal reasons might be throwing away

his career.

Nobody would want to do that.

We agree.

Anyhow, the reason I wanted to talk to you was if your brothers were helpful in

this, please convey my thanks.

But not on company time.

Hi, Robbie.

Hi, Robbie.

Hi, Robbie.

What's wrong?

Okay, Teddy boy, chicken little, I'll just tell you what's wrong.

Look, we were just standing here.

I didn't say a word.

Parsons saw the cop and split. He finked on himself.

Well, if it wasn't a setup, why'd the cop take after him? Because Len peeled

out of here like a maniac.

Ted's telling it straight. I saw the whole thing.

Hey, butt out of it, Paul.

You and your chicken, brother.

Two trick in a race, or you go to the pigs.

You think your pig brother will stop us?

Fake. Look, I wanted you in Toro to race, because I figured you would have

won. But you know, when I think of it, I think I was wrong, because who did you

ever beat? You beat Parsons?

I could cream-lip Parsons.

Got him busted, now you talk. Why not take on a horse that stood on the track?

Okay, how about that, Robbie?

You haven't got the class to clean my brother's mufflers, but how about me?

Me? Race you?

Yeah, because I'm tired of your chicken talk, Robbie. Look, squirrel, I race for

money. Okay.

A whole poke.

Sixty bucks.

Hey,

thanks, Spender.

Okay, sucker.

Get a map.

Hey, baby, look, I didn't mean you. He's just trying to bring it down.

I know, I know.

But this just might bring Toro out.

Toro service.

It's Joanne.

Yeah, Paul?

A race?

Burst Dad?

With Ted?

There's no way I can stop him now, so I'm putting him on the best machine I

can. I just don't want Toro to think this is my fault.

Where does the race start?

Where in the riverbed? Uncle Ted's gonna race that guy.

What? Who is that? It's Paul.

Here, give me that.

Paul? Toro. Come on, let's have it.

Yeah. All right.

Don't be a fool, Toro. You'll never make it with that bad arm. I'll be okay.

You got a career to think about.

Toro, don't.

I'll be all right.

Dad and Uncle Steve gonna stop him?

I hope so.

Hello, my name is Joanne McLeish, and I have to talk to Officer John Baker.

Now, it's very urgent.

All right, leave the river here, head south on Tinker Street.

Now, you follow these arrows, Coleman Drive, and you go through this renewal

area here to Firestone.

Now, once you're on Firestone, you're in city traffic.

You got to watch out for cops.

Break, break, this is John Baker, CHP, Apple 712. Is there a smokey around with

his ears on?

Berixa here, I copy you, John.

Try for an air observer, Bear.

Stand by for roadblocks in case I don't get there in time.

10-4, John, just let me know where.

One of the river exits. There's only a few.

Hey, chicken little, putting your head in a pot?

Maybe that's another thing my brothers have been right about, Robbie.

You've got no brain to protect.

Thank you.

You still think I'm too old, huh? You don't think I'm over the hill? Hey, I

beat you, brother. End of argument. Why did you have to stop me? Why, you lame

-brained punk?

You'd have gotten yourself killed, that's why.

Who'd have picked you up off the street with a blotter before it was over with?

A dirty, rotten race in the city streets.

Why don't you put Toro's life on the line with that bum wrist of his? And you

ask why?

You gotta be out of your gourd.

Bernstadt!

Get off of that thing! You and I are gonna have a little talk.

Bernstadt!

Hey, there's police.

You're wanted for the...

Hey, Noah, get

on the CB and call Brinks and tell him to set up a roadblock right away, okay?

You're a cop, remember?

Uh, breaker, breaker, Mary 50. A 7-atom, are you on? Come on back.

10-4, Mary 50. 7-atom, bye.

I was scared.

I don't know how you handled all that speed.

Not as well as I used to.

L.A.

15-7, Adam. I'm in the renewal area on Haines near the river ramp. Pressing

backup.

Back off! You'll never make it!

He hit his head, call an ambulance.

Get the first aid kit and the blanket.

Sarge, is he bad?

He's lucky to be alive, and so are you.

Look, John, you are a terrible disappointment to me. I've always

depended on your good sense.

I never would have believed that you ever in your life would have done a dumb

stunt like that.

Sarge, you as much as told me to stop the racing any way I could.

I told you not to let me catch you doing it. It was my day off.

Oh.

Officer Artie Grossman, please come to the snack bar.

Okay, here he comes.

Hey, meet Peggy and Marcia.

Your nieces? No, my neighbors.

Come on in, girls.

This is Amy and Ruby.

These are my nieces.

I'm inexperienced with kids, so Peggy and Marcia told me they'd help entertain

them. Sure, Rosie.