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Theodore Carlton Hunsacker?
That's quite a mouthful.

Family came over on
the Mayflower, huh?

They wanted to, but they missed
the boat by about 222 years.

What should I call you

TC. We got a speeder
coming up on the right, Jon.

Yep.

They said you were good before
you transferred from cruisers.

Good

I don't even know
why Getraer bothered

to have Jon ride him around.

Everybody gets ridden around
when they go from cars to bikes.

You're on probation.

- Yeah.

Well, in Hunsacker's case,
it was just a formality.

The guy never makes mistakes.

Hey, everybody
makes a mistake.

I don't care how great
they are sooner or later.

- Yeah.

Well, if this were a pool,
I'd take later.

Latest.

Oh, I'll take sooner, Grossy.

He's bound to mess up at least
once by the end of next week

say...Friday morning.

- Gotcha. Friday a.m...
- Okay.

Hey, I think we got
something going here.

I don't know.

You guys really want to bet

on how quick a new guy does
something wrong?

We're not talking
about anything big.

I mean, a guy with
Hunsacker's reputation..

He doesn't do
that kind of foul-up.

He'd better not, Grossy.

He's out with my partner.

Okay, what's the fastest way..

...the Eastbound Ventura Freeway
to Hollywood Freeway North.

The off-ramp to the right-hand
lane on Riverside drive

Amarillo Street exit.

Watch out, Jon!
Look out!

That was no accident.
You alright?

Y-yeah, I'm alright.

I'll call it in on the radio.

Stay on your box
so your backup

will know your 20, alright?

You sure you're alright?

I'm alright. Come on, TC,
go on before you lose him.

Go on!

15-Mary-3...I need backup for..

...Mary-3-Adam..

...Eastbound Foothill...Roxb..

'All units, vicinity of Foothill
Boulevard and Roxbury.'

'7-Mary-3 is involved
in a possible 11-99.'

'May need assistance.'

'Units responding, identify.'

7-Mary-4 responding.
Did Jon say what the trouble is?

'Negative, Mary-4. Transmission
broken. Unable to copy.'

What happened to Mary

Mary-3-adam in pursuit
of hit-and-run suspect.

Larkland Terrace, heading West.

'Backup units can intercept
where Larkland hits Fairborn.'

- Nothing's broken.

As far as I can tell.

Jon? Hey, Jon.

Jon, it's me, Ponch.

Jon, can you hear me?

Yeah. Give me a hand, Ponch.

No, no. Don't move,
alright? Just stay put.

Don't push it, alright?

Suspect turning right
onto Clarington.

Lady, will you move it?
It's a hit-and-run driver.

It's stalled.

- I'm in reverse.

- Alright, ma'am.
- I'm sorry.

Mary-3-Adam.

Suspect last seen
doubling back

off of Clarington onto
Hungerford Avenue.

- Breaking off.
- I feel terrible.

If the radio
hadn't been turned up so loud

I probably could have heard you,
and I could have stopped.

Come on, let's roll.
I'll escort.

Is it bad?

Why didn't you stick around
to find out?

He was on his feet
when I left him, Ponch.

He told me to go after
the guy, he'd call it in.

And he didn't look hurt
to you or anything, huh?

Shaken up, yes.
Hurt? He said he--

Don't you have any instinct?

Walking wounded, they call them.

He's been Baker's partner
how many years?

I'm sure he'd have the
instincts.

I got to take Jon at his word.

Look, uh, don't worry
about it, okay?

Well, I guess I'd be a little
jumpy if it was my partner, too.

Take it easy.

It worked like a charm.

Your timing was perfect.

I know.

Did you kill him?

The bike hit him pretty hard.

But I'm not sure.

I wish I saw it.

Robert saw it.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

- Your eyes are his TV camera.
- Don't get smart.

I'm just trying
to get you to feel

what's it's like
to be identical.

You didn't have a pain
every time Robert had a pain.

I had a pain when he died.

Okay, so we faked that
Corsican brothers stuff a lot.

We had a lot of laughs.

And when those two cops
ran him into that wall..

I hurt, too.

I was his wife.

But you don't hear him
talking to you

in the middle of
the night, like I do.

And I promised him...
they'd pay.

The both of them.

See? I told you, Grossy.
It's not so simple, is it?

I'll get it.

See this red piece here? All I
have to do is turn it around.

Alright.

Oh, I'm not so sure about that.

No?

Hmm.

You want to try it?

That thing's had me
climbing the walls for two days.

How'd you do that?

Don't work so hard
on the trees, Grossy.

Concentrate on the forest.

Hi, everybody.

- Hey.
- Hey, Ponch.

How's Jon?

Slight concussion,
shoulder sprain, they said.

He should be out of
there by tomorrow.

Great. I'm glad
to hear that, Ponch.

Listen, TC, I was a little
hard on you out there.

Jon did tell me he told you
to go after that turkey.

And, well...I guess I didn't win
the pool on you, after all.

You guys are betting
on me to mess up?

Well, we just figured
your reputation

was a little exaggerated.

How many are in this pool?

Let's see, um..

Nearly everyone
on the shift.

What's left?

Tuesday afternoon and..

...Friday afternoon.

I'll take Friday.

Hope you don't feel insulted.

No, flattered is what I feel.

'Is that modest?'

Is that gracious?

No wonder Bon's making
him guest of honor

at her Sunday barbecue.

Barbecue?

A welcome-to-the-squad
celebration.

We eat about 6:00.

Uh-oh. I'm gonna have to be
a little late. Hope that's okay.

Sure, if that's the way
it's got to be.

President wants him
in Washington

to advise him
on the Middle East.

No, look, there's this concert--

Right. Bob Seger's
at Hollywood Bowl.

No, they're broadcasting
a Symphony concert from London

and I-I just got to be
home to tape it.

You're gonna be late
because of Beethoven?

Havergal Brian's
"Gothic Symphony".

Well...that makes
a difference.

- Havergal.
- Yeah, "Gothic Symphony".

Old Havvy.

Must be some symphony.

Half the state of California's
supposed to be in the choir.

Sounds loud.

I hope he's not
one of those guys

that go around
putting on airs.

Never did put anything on me.

And he didn't talk about
opera or anything?

Never had a chance.
We were too busy.

Then my secret admirer
showed up in his van.

Wasn't his van. License check
turned it up stolen.

Yeah, I'm real surprised.

Hey, I got to go.

I gotta pick up Karen

and get out
to Bonnie's barbecue.

Karen...ahem...Karen Bannister?

You finally got a date
with her, huh?

And it only took me
three months, man.

Yeah? Well, have
a good time, would you?

Get well.

Is this where they're honoring
what's-his-name

that brilliant, easygoing,
erudite, yet humble--

- TC.
- Yes.

Come on in.

I think you probably
know everybody..

...or almost everybody.

- And the food's right here.
- Thank you.

Except what's on Grossy's plate.

Oh, my, my.

- Thanks a lot.
- Excuse me.

TC, you're here sooner
than expected.

What did they cancel
the concert or something?

No, it's only two hours long.

- TC!

Hey, have a good time.

TC Hunsacker, Karen Bannister.

- Hello.
- Hi.

What's only two hours long?

Oh, the, the "Gothic Symphony".

It's a very rare piece
of classical music.

Yeah, by Havergal Brian.

He has those marvelous
choral movements.

I thought they were
broadcasting that next Friday.

No. Sorry.
It was tonight.

Oh, no. Did you
tape it, I hope?

I sure did.
Reel-to-reel and cassette.

'Oh, was it beautiful?'

'It was great!'

Um, would you like me
to run a little interference?

I bet you I could get him into
the kitchen somehow or another.

'And I had to miss it.'

No, let 'em talk, Bonnie.

I'm the one
that's taking her home.

Ponch!

Hey...I just wanted to tell you

I think I let that conversation
I had with Karen

go on way too long

and I just, uh..

Hey, hey, I enjoyed
listening to all that.

I learned something,
alright?

- Thanks.

Don't start the car, Ponch.
Get Karen out of there.

Come on, man, what now?

Last time I saw this was
in the army. Demolition.

It's the insulation
off a detonator wire.

Get out of the car, Karen.

- Honey, get out of the car.

Combination plastique
and dynamite.

'There's enough explosive
here, Frank'

'to create a crater
10 feet wide.'

TC thinks
it was wired by a pro

maybe somebody in
military demolitions.

Yeah. It's worth considering.

Look, uh...give me
some names, you know?

People you've arrested

people who said
they'd get even

or...well, I don't know,
you tell me.

What do you think I've been
thinking about

all weekend, sarge?

We figured we'd go over it
during our patrol this morning.

Uh-uh, Baker's gonna be
in the file room this morning

and he's gonna be there this
afternoon and all week

if need be.

He's going over
every single case

you and he ever worked on.

The computer could do that.

A computer can't tell us

who might be carrying
a grudge for you.

Jon's really gonna like being
cooped up down there.

Should've heard him
when he was in the hospital.

Look, he took a pretty rough
tumble out there.

I don't think I want him
on the road for a while.

Anyway, let's let
our friend think

he's halfway home
for a while.

Sure, why not?

I'll be playing target
out there on the beat.

Well, Hunsacker
will back you up.

Okay.

Well, Frank, try to show
a little enthusiasm.

This is the officer
that saved your life.

Don't get me wrong, sarge.
He's as good a cop as they come.

Uh, then what's the wrinkle?

Does he have to be as good as
they come all the time?

Uh...I don't get it.

Well, the guy graduates at the
top of his academy class.

On the pavement,
it's like he's got eyes

in the back of his head.

And if you want to know about
something, he'll tell you.

More than you wanted to know.

I mean, if he wasn't so perfect

maybe the rest of us
would feel more comfortable.

Uh-huh.

So, uh, you mean having such
a good example

around is cramping
your style.

No, that's not it.

We're not machines out there,
sarge. We depend on each other.

A little snafu now and then kind
of makes us feel human.

Kind of puts us in touch
with each other.

I read you.

I just hope when TC
does fumble out there

that you treat him
just like everybody else.

You know I will.

Hey, Ponch! TC's gonna come bowl
with us tomorrow night.

That's terrific.

Yeah, and you better watch out.

He promised to
sharpen up my game.

Looks like you got
your work cut out for you.

Hey, thanks a lot.

Hey, well, listen,
it's been a while

since I rolled a line,
so don't expect too much.

Sounds like a setup to me.

Aw, catch you later.

I just figured
something out.

If you were just
a little arrogant

a little self-centered

you'd be a little easier
to take, you know?

Well, maybe--

What are you, crazy?

That's the last shot
he's gonna take at me.

Ponch, wait.

Ponch!

- Ponch, he's just a deuce.
- Let me see.

I spotted him, I spotted him
weaving while we were talking.

Whoa..

Ponch, stop it!

He could still be the guy
that came at Jon!

Ponch, different face,
different man.

How many guys do you
think are after you?

Maybe you better
take this one.

I better..
I better call it in.

Alright, over you go.

Put your right hand
on top of your head.

- Hey, Jon.
- Hey, sarge.

Any possibles yet?

Yeah, a lot of possibles,
but not many logicals.

Since when is murder logical?

Oh, yeah.
How's Ponch doing?

He and TC thought
they had a suspect

this morning but they didn't.

Well, at least they're
out in clean air and sunshine.

Oh, I don't know, Jon.

At least you don't have any
vans coming at you in here.

Thanks.

Feel like lunchtime?

Definitely.

- Today, I buy.
- I accept.

But I choose the restaurant.

Alright, but please, TC

I'm always open to expanding
my horizons, you know

but nothing too fancy.

Trust me.

Ah, TC! TC, amigo!

How are you doing?

Great, just great.
Meet a friend.

Frank Poncherello.
Frank, meet Paco.

My pleasure, senor.

I smell the aroma of a kitchen

where things are made
from scratch.

Gracias, senor.

We don't need those.

Si, comprende, comprende.

Dos carnes
a la tampiquena.

You got it.

Alright! How often
do you eat in this place?

As often as I can.

You don't look
like Grossman.

Well, you hang out at the donut
shop, you look like Grossman.

How are you feeling?

I'm better. Thank you.

Got one question, though.

You were so sure that deuce in
the van wasn't coming for me.

I told you,
I saw him weaving.

Yeah, well, he could've
been setting up an alibi.

Manslaughter pays a lot less
than murder-one.

Your man's not gonna come after
you in a van again, Ponch

not after missing Jon.

Now he's clairvoyant.

'No, it stands to reason.'

The van didn't work
for the guy.

He's too aggressive
to try the same thing twice.

Hot?

Well, it's all
a matter of taste.

Oh.

'I'm gonna drive this car'

to the open field alongside
foothill Boulevard.

Yeah, I know where that is.

And then leave it.

- Right.

Then I'm gonna take
this package

and wire it on the inside.

The minute Poncherello goes

to open up the door,
check out the car..

...boom.

How can you be sure
it'll be him?

Because you...
are gonna lead him there.

Hey, partner!
How you doing, Jon?

Hey, Ponch, sit down. I want to
show you something, okay?

'Here it is. Beck!'

Remember Robert Beck?

We chased him after he robbed
that mom-and-pop grocery store

near the cypress on-ramp.

When was that?
Three years ago?

Four years ago. Remember he lost
control, hit the wall on fifth?

'Yeah, but he can't be
after us now.'

'He was dead on arrival
at County General.'

Yeah, he was...but
his twin brother wasn't.

Then that's it.

He said it was all our fault

because we went
after his brother

in the first place.

Yeah. He was screaming
for justice.

And he knows explosives.

Army demolitions.

TC scores again.

'Well, there's
a good chance, but..'

...sarge is gonna check it out
with all the other possibles.

Listen, I gotta go.
Catch you later.

'Hey, Ponch..'

...did TC make a winner
out of anybody yet?

You kidding? You would've
heard about it.

Good. That means I still
have a chance, then.

I got to go.
See you later.

Alright.

Tell me, Ponch,
when do I get a chance

to corrupt your taste with a
trip to that Picasso exhibit?

Hey, I don't think I'm quite
ready for 3-eyed women yet.

Let's go for it, man.

I'll take it.

We're gonna need your license
and registration, ma'am.

I admit I was going fast,
officer, but I do have a reason.

You're allowed
to plead guilty

with an explanation
when you appear in court.

But...don't you want to hear
why I had to drive like that?

'If it's a matter of life or
death, yes, I do.'

Is it life or death?

No, officer.

I couldn't really say
it was life or death.

Please drive under
the speed limit then.

It's your life, too.

Thanks.

- I think I know that woman.
From where?

I can't remember.

I saw an exhibit like this once,
at the museum of modern art.

"Abandoned Dream." laid out
a couple of million for it.

Bet they wouldn't
pay much for this one.

You know it's funny.

That lady could've pulled over

a couple hundred yards back.

Yeah, but she didn't.

She just kept right on moving

till she got to here...
by this car.

I got it.

She was the lady
in the station wagon

that cut in front of me
when I was chasing

that van that swiped Jon.

Same woman?

'Pretty good at faces, Ponch,
and I remember the glasses.'

The door handle.

That was the door handle?

Hey, I'm just warming up.

It's a nice night.

You sure you want to try bowling
with that shoulder?

Oh, yeah. And I promise you I
won't ask you for a handicap.

Well, let's hear it.

What did you uncover
on Robert Beck's twin brother?

Uh...he's dead, Ponch.

I figured that
one had fizzled.

He was killed in some sort
of industrial accident

not two months after
his brother hit that wall.

That's great. Perfect.

Some jerk's out there
gunning for us

and we don't have
the slightest idea why.

Yeah. It really gives you a
secure feeling, doesn't it?

I'll tell you one thing
I'm gonna do

before I roll ball one
down that alley is ask TC

to check that nobody put
plastique in the thumbhole.

And then I'm gonna bowl
my usual 220..

...and make him look
like an ordinary human being

like the rest of us.

There you go.

It's them.

Right.

Okay, Robert...this is gonna
be it. This is for you.

Just do it!

- Move it, move it!
- Come on!

We'll wait
till they come out.

'Go get 'em, Frank!'

- Terrific!
- Keep it up.

- You might top 220.
- Of course, TC will top 280.

Garbage again.

But it's consistentgarbage.

You got a natural hook.

Yeah, well, too bad
the lanes aren't curved.

No, look...all you have to do
is compensate on your delivery.

And relax.
Don't choke up, huh?

Thanks a lot, Harlan.
You made my day.

Harlan's analysis is right,
but I suggest you forget it.

That's the best suggestion
I've heard all evening.

Now, look...think Zen.

The mind becomes the target,
the will becomes the motion.

Look...they're already falling.

I can do it.

You already have.

That's a boy!
Good form, Grossy.

There's nothing you're not
good at, is there?

Oh, sure, there is.
Lots of things.

Astrophysics,
molecular biology..

I never did get a handle on
pre-Socratic metaphysics.

Yeah, we'll take
your word for it.

And there's
another thing.

I don't have much luck
keeping friends.

No...I don't have much
luck making friends.

I don't know...
my shoulder's a little stiff.

Oh, that's a snow job.

'Good job!'

Go ahead. I need
all my concentration.

Thanks.

It's just a matter
of watching and waiting now.

This time, Lina,
we're gonna get him for sure.

For the millionth time,
how was I supposed to know

that Poncherello would have
the same partner Baker did?

Don't forget, I want him
dead as much as you do.

Where are you going?

To get some cigarettes.
Do you mind?

- Don't you want me to--
- No, you just stay right here.

Alright?

I'll be right back.

Well, Jon, I'm putting you back
on the road tomorrow.

Hey, thanks, sarge.

I figure anybody who
can beat me at bowling

can handle himself
on the highway.

- Alright.
- See you later.

What does it take
to make you die?

'Maiden name, Lina Williams.'

Married Robert Beck
August 8, 1974.

So you weren't so far off

when you thought it had to be
Robert Beck's brother.

I guess we just don't think
of women as being so deadly.

She seems to have learned
about explosives

from books and
her late brother-in-law.

Anyway, this pretty much
closes this case.

Have fun on
the freeways, fellas.

Hey, wait a minute, sarge.

How could she have been driving
the van that ran me down

the one that TC Chased?

Because she was the woman
in the station wagon, right?

We're way ahead
of you, boys.

Lina Beck was asked

that exact question
pretty early on.

Well, go on, sarge.
Keep us on the hook.

The driver of the van
was somebody she paid.

A family friend
from back East

who got cold feet
and flew home fast.

We have inquiries with
the police back there

but until we get
confirmation..

...don't drop your guard, huh?

You know what
I feel like?

I feel like the world is back
in one piece again.

I'd just like to hear the final
word on that Beck woman's story.

Right, but I was
thinking about you and me.

I hate to admit it, but I'd much
rather ride the beat with you

than be stuck
in some file room.

Well, I think it calls for
a little celebration, partner.

Yeah

Exactly!

And I'll bet you know
just the spot.

Now, how'd you
guess that, huh?

Hey, I thought you knew
all the good salsa spots.

Chalk up another one for TC.

Last time I saw TC,
he was under 300 tons

of paperwork this morning.

Lot's of pencil time
to get through

when you finish
probation.

Mm-hmm.
Hey, are these hot?

Like TC says,
it's a matter of taste.

Oh, is that a fact?

One..

Two..

- Three!
- Three!

What, uh..
What was that dish you ordered?

Carne a la tampiquena.

Carne de lay
campiterra?

- Yeah.

Well, remind me not to
order it again, would you?

Hey, by the way,
how's your shoulder?

It's a lot better.

Sarge, I completed
my evaluation reports

everything in triplicate.

New York informs us that
all Lina Beck's statements

about her accomplice
are bogus.

- Doesn't make sense.
- No, not at all.

Hope everything's
in order.

Triplicate.

- Triplicate..

Triplicate.
Don't you get it?

Get what?

Oh, I'm surprised
at you. Triplets!

We have to get in touch
with a certain county

registrar back East.

To see if the late
Robert Beck had one

identical brother or two.

Right.

"98, 97.."

We got a speeder of 70-plus
coming up on the right.

'Hey, behind us, Ponch.'

It looks like the same van
that hit me!

Slow down and let him pass.

Mary-3 and 4
in pursuit of reckless van.

2-10 East of Yard now.

Are you sure?

Thanks. Right!

Jon, we think there's
a Beck brother

still out there gunning for you.

Do you read?

Both of them are dead.

You're not gonna
believe this

but we have confirmation
of a third brother. A triplet.

Keep your eyes
and ears open.

Got it.

Ponch, you leave your
saddlebag unlatched?

No way.

Bomb!

Let's do it...now,
while the road is clear.

Put your left hand
on your head.

Put your hand
on your head!

Look familiar?

Three of a kind.

Well, remember this face, 'cause
you're gonna see it again.

We can wait the 20 years.

Want to call it in?

With pleasure.

Well, TC, you now have
official class-one status

as a motor officer.

Beginning to feel
like home around here.

Okay, now for something
really important.

Yeah, like
who won the pool?

Well, I can't
tell you who won

but I can tell you when
TC made a real beaut.

When?

Come on, sarge,
let's have it.

Well, you have to admit
that I just about laid that

triplet idea in your lap

and you didn't even
pick up on it.

Well, what can I say?

You should've come up with
it in the first place!

Well, who won?

Ah, yes.
Friday afternoon..

Grossy..

The winner is..

...Theodore Carlton Hunsacker.