CHiPs (1977–1983): Season 2, Episode 16 - Pressure Point - full transcript

So this is what they call the
haunts of the very rich, huh?

The word's "haunted."

They have all the ghosts of pool
cleaning, property tax, upkeep.

Never looked at it that way.

Guess we should really
count our blessings, huh?

Who needs the hassles?

All we have to worry about is
rent, car payments, car insurance...

Credit cards, food, expensive
restaurants to impress our dates...

You know, I never realized...

how much I have in
common with the idle rich.

What's the problem, Barney?



I wish I knew, sir.

Well, are you gonna get out and
raise hell with them or shall I do it?

But, sir...

- Well, go after him!
- But, sir...

I said, go, man. That hoodlum
will wish he was dead...

- before I'm through with him.
- Yes, sir.

Makes you wonder what these
people do for a living, doesn't it?

I'll tell you one thing,
very few of them are cops.

How about some
coffee and doughnuts?

Around here?
It'll cost a fortune.

Negative, I know a place.

L.A. 15, 7 Mary 3 and 4 in
pursuit of black limousine...

heading west on
6 off of Plymouth.

10-4, 7 Mary 3 and 4.



The police are catching
up, sir. I think we should stop.

You'll do nothing of
the sort. Keep after him.

It's no use, Barney. Give it up.

I'm sorry, Mr. Forbinger,
but I'm no race driver.

That's all right, Barney.

Hey, pull it over. Pull over.

Now, remember, Barn. Now, not a word about
what happened. I'll do all the talking.

Sir, may I see your driver's
license and registration?

I want to apologize.
It's all my fault.

I'm late for a very
important business meeting.

Yeah?

What happened to your windows?

Well, sir, it was a...

It was an accident at home.

Where's home, the O.K. Corral?

Some long overhanging
branches. I was in a hurry.

Look, the car's registered
to Trans-Allied Corporation.

For my personal
use. I'm semiretired...

the corporation's chairman
emeritus. My name's Arthur Forbinger.

Well, you took your time
stopping. How come?

He wanted to stop, but I wouldn't let
him. I'm late for a very important meeting.

You aware we could cite
you for attempting to evade?

Oh, I assure you, there was
no such intent. I assure you.

Okay, Mr. Forbinger.

We're gonna believe your story
this time about evading arrest...

but don't let it happen
again, all right?

Oh, by the way, I
wouldn't drive any farther...

until you get that
glass off the seat.

- We will, we will.
- I will, I will.

Thank you, officers.
Thank you, both of you.

I wonder what really
happened there.

I don't know, old
buddy, I just write them.

L.A. 15, 7 Mary 3 and 4.
Pursuit is Code 4, we'll be 10-8.

10-4, 7 Mary 3 and 4.

1 1-98 with 7 Charles,
Motor Avenue at Monte Mar.

10-4.

I wonder what Sindy wants.

- Hello? FORBINGER:
Chris, where are you?

Oh, hi, Gramps. I'm
out by the pool, why?

Chris, please listen to me...

and for once in your
life don't ask questions.

I want you to go in the house
immediately. Lock the doors and stay there.

This is important,
do you understand?

No. Now get ready for a
question. What's going on?

Chris, I haven't time to explain, dear.
Now, just don't ask questions. Trust me.

Is that why you sent flowers,
because you were gonna be mean?

- Flowers? What flowers?
- The man just delivered them.

There was no card, so I assumed
they were from my secret admirer.

- Chris, what are you talking about?
- As if you didn't know.

The candy, the flowers. For the
past week, I've been inundated.

When I get home,
tell me all about it.

As for now, promise me you'll
get in the house and stay there.

Okay, Gramps, if that's
the way you want it.

Thank you. I'll be home
as soon as possible.

Bye.

Barney, forget the office.
Drop by Plant Security.

- I'm gonna pick up Paul Everett.
- Yes, sir.

We found this glass from the windows of a
black limo like the pursuit you called in.

All this, and those two
old guys kept quiet about it.

- Makes you wonder.
- Would you tell the guys what you told me?

I saved up all summer to buy
that car. I don't have insurance.

- My old man's gonna kill me.
- No, I mean about the motorcycle.

Tell them what you saw.

There was a guy on a bike. He
smashed out the windows on the limo.

He bugged out, the limo went after
him, and I'm gonna be grounded for a year.

Hey, a motorcycle went through
at Plymouth just ahead of the limo.

Was the limousine parked here?

Yeah, that was the three
cars that forced him to stop.

And then they split when the
guy on the motorcycle showed up.

Well, I'd say Mr. Forbinger
has some explaining to do.

I won't say I
told you so, sir...

but you've been disregarding my
security recommendations for years.

And if it weren't for Chris,
I'd still be disregarding them.

I want you to know that my
granddaughter means more to me...

than anything
else in this world.

I understand, sir.

Good, because from now on, I'm
holding you personally responsible...

for anything that
might happen to her.

My recommendation, sir, is
that we go with a private firm.

I know a very good one:
Ultimate Security Associates.

I'd be happy to work with them.

Anything you say,
Paul, but arrange it fast.

- You mean this happened before?
- Yeah, read them.

These are reports from the
San Francisco-Bakersfield area.

Same m.o.: three car running
roadblock, window-smashing biker...

and victims who
refused to file complaints.

What are we dealing with? I mean,
kidnapping threats? Extortion? Terrorism?

It's hard telling, but if some such
racket is moving into the L.A. area...

we want a handle on it.

According to our witness,
there was no time for demands.

So why wouldn't
the old guy tell us?

Well, that old guy happens to be one
of the most important men in the state.

Arthur Forbinger is not
only top dog at Trans-Allied...

he's also on the governor's
Industrial Relations board.

More reason to wonder
why he didn't level with us.

Well, I have a suggestion.
Why don't you ask him?

But got about it
diplomatically, huh?

I'm afraid you don't have
much choice, Mr. Forbinger.

Talk to us or we talk
to the District Attorney...

and file against your
chauffeur for hit-and-run.

Very well. The
meeting place is fine.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Who was that?

Remember, no questions.

Okay, Gramps, let's have
it. You're running scared.

Now, that may be okay for some
people, but not for my grandfather.

You're quite right, dear.

I haven't felt so
weak in the knees...

since that morning when I first
saw you in your mother's arms.

Here, look at these.

Somebody has been
watching your every move...

and today, whoever it is,
tried to tell me something.

Where did you get these?

They came very special
delivery. But that's not important.

What is important is
the implied message.

You are in danger.

Danger? From whom?

First person that comes to mind
would be your secret admirer.

And I'll pay a pretty
penny to find out who he is.

These pictures make
me feel so defenseless.

You're not going to feel
defenseless any longer, I'll see to that.

Now, remember, you must
not leave this house. Promise?

I have a feeling I should have
vacationed at home this summer.

Hello? Yes, this is he.

Good. Do whatever
you think is necessary.

Now, remember, I'm placing my safety
and the safety of my granddaughter...

in your hands, Mr. Justin.

A decision I promise you
won't regret, Mr. Forbinger.

Think the old dude will show up?

Well, rich people are
just like poor people.

Unless they call us, they hate to
see a cop on their front doorstep.

Gentlemen, sorry I'm late.

You're here, that's
the important thing.

Just in time for lunch.
How about a burrito?

No, thanks.

What's a burrito?

Lead a sheltered
life, don't you?

Shall we get on with
it? I abhor wasting time.

Okay, good, which crime
do you want to talk about first?

Concealment of a
felony or hit-and-run?

We know what happened,
we'd like to know why.

Maybe you could enlighten us.

Glad to.

I staged that little incident this
morning to test my security people.

As for the owners of the damaged
cars, I'm prepared to make amends.

I'll replace all the damaged
cars with brand-new ones.

- Now, is there anything else?
- Sure.

I tell you flat-out,
mister, I think you're lying.

If this was staged by you
and your security people...

you're in the wrong business.
You ought to be making movies.

How would you gentlemen like to
shed your uniforms and work for me?

I'll double your salary.

Which means you're in trouble.

No, listen to me carefully.
Think it over, I'm serious.

We are too, but
we think this way:

I mean, you are a victim.

We're guessing extortion,
a kidnap attempt...

or an act of terrorism.
Which was it?

I repeat, it was a test.

Baloney. No offense intended.

There's another possibility.

I mean, kidnap-prevention
bodyguard industry is booming.

I mean, maybe they're trying to use
scare tactics to make you buy protection.

Has that occurred to you?

Will you ask the owners of the
damaged cars to call me at my office?

Yeah, I'll do that.

Sir, are you really gonna
give those people new cars?

Absolutely.

Would you be interested in
bashing into my old clunker?

Man, there goes
one scared tycoon.

And you thought
being rich was fun.

You know what?
I'll take my chances.

Well, if it's not my diplomatic
corps. Back so soon?

Yeah, with a bad case
of heartburn, period.

Look, Forbinger's spooked,
but he's not looking for help.

Well, that's too bad...

because he's gonna get
help whether he wants it or not.

Uh-oh.

- I just got a blip on my radar screen.
- Yeah, me too, a big one.

Perceptive as always. Then
you guys won't be surprised...

when I tell you to put your motorcycles
in the barn first thing in the morning.

- What?
- Make that two "whats."

I've just been on the
horn to Sacramento.

They want whatever's
happening here nipped in the bud.

And the commissioner's
so impressed...

with the way you guys are handling
the governor's friend, Mr. Forbinger...

that they're assigning you
to Protective Services detail.

How can the commissioner be impressed
when he doesn't know how we handled it?

Well, let's just say that I'm
impressed. Will that suffice?

Yeah.

Protective Services.
Meaning glorified babysitters.

True.

And since you understand
that fact, Frank...

I'm assigning you to be the bodyguard
for the old man's granddaughter.

And in all probability, Jon, you'll
be Mr. Forbinger's chauffeur.

Your cover's being arranged.

Now, any questions?

Yeah, how do I get out
of this chicken outfit?

Does Forbinger know about this?

By the time you guys have finished
your refresher driving courses...

the commissioner will
have called the governor...

and the governor will
have called Mr. Forbinger.

See how simple it is?

It goes without saying that the
property will have to be fenced.

- And we'll have to install bars...
- Bars?

They'll have to be
installed on all the windows.

Everything, of course, will be
tied into an electronic alarm system.

Hiding behind bars in my own
home. So it's come to this, has it?

You're a wealthy man and that makes you
a prime target for everything imaginable.

Incidentally, articles in society
columns are engraved invitations...

to any would-be
kidnappers or terrorists.

I suggest that in the future...

you and your granddaughter
maintain a lower profile.

Oh, Chris will just love that.

You've already been made
aware of how vulnerable you are.

I'd advise you to
take every precaution.

I gather the work you describe will be
done by contractees of your own choosing?

Associates I trust completely.
People I've dealt with for years.

Now, I'd like to
discuss the Dobermans.

Please, no.

You come very highly
recommended, Mr. Justin.

Everything you say makes
sense. I'm prepared to do business.

Good, I'll have a guard
posted immediately.

Your fence can be under
construction within 24 hours.

- As for the house...
- Hold on, hold on.

You may post your guard, but
before any construction begins...

I want your proposal
in writing. Fair enough?

Fair enough.

Good day, sir.

What burns me up is we
turned down twice our salary...

to do the same job at the
money we've been making.

Yeah, well, that's the breaks.

Another thing, how come
you get to play chauffeur...

and I have to babysit?

You heard the sarge. You're
understanding, that's why.

Mayday. Let him go. Take off.

Oh, my God...

L.A. 15, 7 Adam.

We have an 11-80 rollover and a truck
fire on Sierra Highway near Jefferson.

Roll an ambulance and a fire truck.
- 10-4, 7 Adam.

My pills. Help me.

Pills.

An ambulance is on the way.

From the looks of it
there was three sedans.

They tried to set up a
roadblock and stop this guy.

Yeah, sounds familiar.

Okay, under the tongue. Come on.
Just hang on, give it a chance to work.

Was there a motorcycle involved?

Yeah, come to think of
it, I did see a motorcycle.

I think he's gonna be okay.

That's the second one.

Third one might not be so lucky.

Mr. Poncherello, Argentine
consulate. We're expected.

Identification, sir?

Of course.

- Sorry to have to troubled you.
- No trouble at all.

I know now what I always
suspected: I was born to be rich.

Don't give up. Babysitters for the rich
have been known to inherit fortunes.

That's right, rub it in.

Pride in service,
that's what I like to see.

Now that's rubbing it in.

Ah, Poncherello,
I believe it is?

Yes, sir. Good to see you.

I had a burrito for lunch.
Darn near killed me.

Happens to me all the time, sir.

Sir, just in case, we like it on
the record this wasn't our idea.

Yes, I know whose idea it was. As I
told the governor, I'm an elderly man...

and I'm not the brightest
man in the world...

but I'm entirely capable
of handling our own affairs.

- And the governor said?
- He told me to shut my mouth...

or he'd raise my taxes.

Chris, meet Officers
Baker and Poncherello.

Make-believe chauffeur
and diplomat, respectively.

- Gentlemen, this is my granddaughter.
- Hi. We've been expecting you.

My pleasure.

You're a bigger girl
than I was led to believe.

Is that a compliment?

As we say in the diplomatic
service, you bet your briefcase.

According to the governor,
you two are the best.

Shall we go inside?

- Yes, I think we should.
- I'll get your bags.

Oh, you do that, please.

I saw a pool table in there.

Instead of this, how
about a game of rotation?

How about straight pool, 50
points, you break and spot me 10?

All right, chess it is.

Armed guards, bars on the
window, vehicular escort?

Why don't you and Chris go
to jail and have it done with?

Hear that, Grandfather?

Don't be an I-told-you-so.

Going to jail would be a darn
sight cheaper and that's for sure.

Why don't you do us all a favor?

Before you decide on Darrell
Justin, let us check him out.

Justin was recommended
by a person I trust implicitly.

And that's good enough for me.

If you insist on making somebody
rich, may I suggest another candidate?

It's your move. Play.

In one respect, the security
business is a lot like the one you're in.

I mean, we have
rip-off artists too.

In exchange for a finder's fee,
they turn on someone like you:

A wealthy man with loved ones
whose safety you care about.

Are you implying that
someone in my own company...

- is in cahoots with Justin?
- Think about it.

Who else could've
taken those photographs?

What's more, I'll bet a burrito that
your secret admirer is Darrell Justin.

Sorry, no bet.

I'm going to ask you
gentlemen point-blank.

Can you guarantee the
safety of my granddaughter?

Because if you can't, I'll
engage an army if necessary.

I'm on a vacation, Grandfather.
I refuse to be made a prisoner.

You'll have to hog-tie
me to keep me indoors.

If you think I won't, try me.

This man is an imposter. My
grandfather doesn't talk that way.

I guess that means you've made
up your mind about Darrell Justin.

You can bet your briefcase.

You sure took long enough.

When it comes to bracing a
consul general, I try to be discreet.

- What did you find out?
- They're legit.

Poncherello's an attaché,
Baker's a chauffeur.

The diplomat is
Forbinger's houseguest.

What about my proposal? Has
Forbinger mentioned it to you?

Not a word. I told
you he's tough.

It may require
another demonstration.

If I have to foot the bill
for another demonstration...

I warn you, it'll be a good one.

You promised not to hurt
that old man, remember?

Who's talking about the old man?

Gramps is gonna be furious.

Good. Maybe he'll get mad
enough and tell Justin to buzz off.

Let's hope he doesn't get
mad enough to call the governor.

That's a chance we gotta take.

It's Paul Everett,
I'm sure of it.

The guy who recommended Justin?

Gramps told him I
was has responsibility.

No wonder he's worried.

Good old Grossie, on the ball.

You know, we could
outrun that company car.

It's a temptation, lady,
but that's not the idea.

Good morning.

May I see your driver's
license and registration, please?

What did I do?

You made an unsafe
lane change back there.

Chris was not supposed
to leave this house.

Those were my orders.

- You and your partner knew that.
- I know.

But you can't smoke a gopher
out of a hole unless you build a fire.

With your granddaughter's
cooperation, we struck a match.

I mean, let the fire burn.

- What the devil are you talking about?
- A plan.

You can set the plan in motion
now by calling Darrell Justin...

and tell him you've
changed your mind.

- You call that a plan?
- That's right.

Based on common sense,
opposed to paranoia.

Young man, I'd like to
offer you a bit of advice.

Mind if we listen?

Where have you two been?
I'd like an explanation...

Wait a minute, who are you?

- Where's my granddaughter?
- Don't worry, she's at my apartment.

Mr. Forbinger, this
is Officer Sindy Cahill.

She volunteered to work with us
until we get this matter cleared up.

This infuriates me. You people
act as though I'm not involved.

Now, somebody better
say something and fast.

Two days ago, a
man was nearly killed...

by sales tactics like those used to
convince you Chris was in danger.

We have reason to believe
that salesman was Darrell Justin.

He's licensed to operate in
San Francisco and Bakersfield.

What's been happening to you
has been happening in those places.

We believe it's more
than just a coincidence.

All right, all right. If it is Justin, can
you guarantee to put him behind bars?

No, sir, but we can try
with your cooperation.

Forbinger, the way it is, your only
choice is between a rock and a hard place.

So why don't you do it our way?

There's another alternative. I
mean, you can pay extortion...

or you can give in and buckle under
and become a prisoner in your own home.

It could cost you
more than just money.

It could cost you your
granddaughter's respect.

- That seems a high price to pay.
- It's up to you. What will it be?

I resent being coerced
for this or any other reason.

- All right, then prove it.
- Now, hear this: Stick them up.

Don't anybody move.

Pick up the phone,
Mr. Forbinger, and call the police.

Barney, you idiot, these
persons are the police.

They are? But, sir, I
just heard them say that...

What you heard was me
making a fool of myself.

Good Lord, where
did you get that gun?

Oh, it's my old Navy weapon,
sir. I dug it out of my stuff...

because of everything
that's been happening.

How old is the ammunition?

It's from 1932.

Practically brand-new.

Barney, you almost
gave me a heart attack.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- Don't be, old friend.

At least you showed me that I don't
like to be frightened and I'm grateful.

Young man, what is your plan?

Simple. I want you to resume
your normal everyday routine.

And on behalf of your
granddaughter, Sindy will do likewise.

Young lady, it looks as though you and I
are going to become smoke in a gopher hole.

- Forbinger just called. The deal's off.
- What?

If the girl's secret admirer
intimidated the old man...

it's certainly not
apparent, is it?

Chris had orders not to leave that
house. Forbinger told me that himself.

Forget it. Who's driving the
limo today, you or the chauffeur?

I am. The old man's
got a 10:00 appointment.

Appointment where?

At the Argentine consulate. Why?

You've got 24 hours.

If the old man hasn't reconsidered
by then, we go to work on the girl.

You got that straight?

I'll be in touch.

I'm beginning to think our newfound
friend has outlived his usefulness.

Now, wait a minute. I didn't
contract out to kill anyone.

I'll triple your fee.

All it'll take is one extra swing
with that hammer of yours.

Then what are we
standing around here for?

Sorry, sir. I can't let you leave without
an armed escort. Mr. Justin's orders.

You're fired as of right
now. Get off my property.

- What'd you say?
- You heard the man. He said you're fired.

We should be there in 30
minutes. Everything's cool.

Good. Your backup's in
position, traveling parallel.

Maybe you'd better
keep this line open.

10-4.

Look who's coming.

It's hard to believe that Paul
Everett would sell me out.

We're still not
certain, remember?

I'm supposed to drive
Forbinger. What's going on?

I'll tell you what's
going on, he fired me.

- Have you called Justin?
- I got him on the mobile phone.

- He's in his car?
- Yeah. Anything wrong with that?

If you're smart, you'll do
what I'm gonna do: Leave town.

The next time we go undercover, remind
me not to play chess with the client.

Chris told me she never met
a more charming loser, Ponch.

She offered to play pool
with you. That's your game.

- Is she any good?
- I'll never tell.

Looks like we have company.

Better tell our backup
units to stand by.

Easy does it. We've
still got a ways to go.

- What are they waiting for?
- Probably for some deserted area.

Hey, sarge, this is
Poncherello. Can you hear me?

- What's wrong? Why don't they answer?
- All I get is static.

Okay. Make your moves. Now.

Hello, operator. Operator,
can you hear me?

- No luck?
- Sounds like a swarm of bees.

Okay, cinch up your
belts. We're on our own.

He's trying to get away.

Signal the motorcycle.

Ram him. Ram him.

Okay, hang on.

Where did you
learn how to drive?

Sorry to put you through that,
but there wasn't much I could do.

Sorry?

Are you kidding? I haven't
had so much fun in years.

Okay, you might want
to check that over.

It's hard to believe that Paul
could've ever set me up like this...

after all the years
he's worked for me.

Well, there is this about it. His
statement should guarantee...

that's the last we've seen
of Mr. Justin and company.

- Grandpa.
- It's about time you showed up.

When Ponch told me what
happened, I almost died.

It's over and it
won't happen again.

She looks good in my
clothes, don't you think?

You don't look too bad in
hers, either, don't you think?

- Hey, Ponch?
- Yeah?

You wanna play racquetball
tonight? We have a court.

Sorry, pal, I'm babysitting.