CHiPs (1977–1983): Season 2, Episode 19 - Bio-Rhythms - full transcript

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 biorhythms or anything else.

Biorhythms don't
predict the future, Jon.

They 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 all right?



Will you go catch that ape?

This was deliberate, Ponch.

Driver, put your
hands out the window.

Put them out!

Anything else you need me for?

Yeah, how about an explanation?

He just took my statement.

By the time I got to the truck,
the driver had disappeared.

The truck checked
out empty and stolen.

If running you off the
road was deliberate...

Ponch, if I go with the wrecker 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.

I jog at 7.

- Good, I'll join you.
- I'll see you.

Look, 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.

- Four?
- Yeah, me and three trucks.

And I came last.

That's too bad.
You still dating her?

Only when she really misses me.

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

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

but she's in trouble
now. She needs my help.

- Oh, yeah?
- 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 didn't lie to you
on the telephone.

She jackknifed. She
should have rolled over.

Then she goes and
makes a delivery.

Right on time.

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

All right.

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 offer 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?

Want me to go
around stealing trucks...

trying to wreck that
dame? I'm gonna kill myself!

Well, do what you did
your time for. Burn her out.

Uh-uh. 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?
- I started jogging six months ago.

- It's great for the body.
- I meant the attacks on your company.

Oh, that started a
couple of weeks ago.

At first I thought it
was just vandalism.

Some tires slashed,
broken windows.

But then couplings started
coming apart for no reason.

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. I
can't run and talk at the same time.

Well, talk later, we
got another mile.

You wouldn't have an ulterior motive
for trying to wear me out, would you?

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

- Back to normal.
- What?

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

The time 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 half hour if I can
shower at your place. You mind?

No, I don't mind.

How's your father
and his 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?

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
gonna invite us in?

- Pop, how are you?
- Hi, Robbie.

Well, tolerable. Unless you're gonna
make us stand out here all day long.

Oh, come in. I'm sorry.

This is a surprise.

I thought you
were still fishing.

Well, Robbie...

drowning worms was more like it.

The weather wasn't
too good and we...

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

Ponch is here.

Hello, Mr. Davis. Sam, hi.

You're looking well.

What, did you two get married...

- without letting me know?
- No...

No, no, no. I'm on my way to work.
- Work, huh?

Well, that's some uniform
you got there, Poncherello.

Hey, look, 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 wanna hear it.

Do you always charge into
everything like a bull buffalo?

Yes.

All right. 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 charts.

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

Okay? Now...

vertical lines separate the
days. 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.

You can take any
straightedge to find the day.

Where a wavy line
crosses the zero line...

it means you're
critical in that category.

If anything happens to
you on a critical day...

make a note of it on the form
I passed out with the charts.

Okay? That's it.

Okay, now.

The fact that Cahill is doing this
biorhythm 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.

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.

All right, I got all your equipment.
I did your shopping for you.

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 the load at 10:00 in the morning.

- 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.

Says I'm...

low.

How about a game of handball?

You 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 all right?

I've felt better.

Is he alive?

Wow. Dynamite, man. Like...

Like, dynamite.

According to this, you shouldn't
even have been in the field today.

What do you mean?

Sindy's biorhythm 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 biorhythm thing.

Yeah, well, it could just
be a coincidence, Ponch.

I mean, it doesn't
prove a thing.

All right! How about that shot?

You haven't won yet, partner.

Okay, serve it.

All right, 20 to 15.
One more, you ready?

Anytime.

- Good game.
- Good?

I was great.

You know...

that's what I like about you...

your natural modesty.

Now what do you
think of biorhythms?

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.

They seem to think that
engines never get tired.

- Just look at that.
- I was looking.

- Who are you?
- Robbie Davis.

I'm Harlan.

I just enjoy watching you work.

- What, do you need a favor or something?
- No.

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

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Oh, hi, Ponch. Jon!

Look, 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?
- Forget it.

Look, here's a list...

of everything that's happened to
my equipment, with dates and times.

- That what you wanted?
- Yeah, that's the what.

Still no idea who?

Hey, was it a party, or what?

Harlan, don't you
have 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.

I haven't heard from him since.

- That's the only "who" I can think of.
- Okay. How about some lunch?

- We can talk.
- No, I can't. I have a run up north.

- But how about a late dinner, my treat?
- You got it.

Okay. Hey, you too, Jon.

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

I'll be there.

Super. Bye.

Hey, was that
without any clothes?

Harlan, just
forget it, all right?

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 biorhythm chart.

See if you're on emotional low.

Biorhythms have
nothing to do with it, Jon.

Robbie just doesn't trust
herself alone with me, that's all.

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 calculator?
- A biorhythm calculator.

You feed in a birth date,
today's date, it does the rest.

It even shows compatibility
between people.

Oh, yeah? How'd you
and Robbie check out?

Perfectly. And today
we're in perfect harmony.

Well you maybe ought
to tell Robbie about that.

Jon, I beat you at
handball last night.

Baricza cracked up
a critical day for him.

And I think you ought to start giving
this stuff some serious thought, buddy.

I am. But I'm reserving my judgment
until Sindy's completed her project.

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

Mark my words.

Robbie, are 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.

- I mean, do you mind?
- Robbie, you've got a run to make.

- While you're away, Sam and I will...
- You will do nothing.

Robbie, why don't I
make this run for you?

Give you and your dad a
chance to hire some new men.

Good. I'm glad
you thought of it.

Well, I mean, it's fine with
me if you trust Sam with the rig.

Look, all right 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 can 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...

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 tractor, 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 7th Street. Roll fire equipment.

Wait a minute, wait
a minute. The cab.

If I trip the fifth wheel,
I can save that cab.

Listen, stop the traffic, okay?

Ponch, cover me.

- Is he gonna be all right?
- The paramedics said they've seen worse.

It's just too early
to tell, Sindy.

- 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.

And take it toward here.

- It's a credit, isn't it?
- 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.

One of your trucks
caught fire on the freeway.

Sam.

- Oh, God.
- He's pretty bad.

Where is he?

- Burn Unit, Valley General.
- Let's go.

What's happening?

He looks... He looks awful.

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

Gonna make it up to
him, Robbie. I swear I am.

This isn't your fault.

Look, Sam wanted to
stay up north and fish.

He said you could handle your trouble.
He only came here because I asked him to.

Baloney. Sam doesn't do anything
he doesn't want to 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.

Wait a minute, Pop. Let the police
handle it. They know what they're doing.

They don't know Sam Kellen 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? In the truck fire?

Stable. Whatever that means.

You'll appreciate knowing that
with a personal injury involved...

the Fire Department's
Arson Unit's on it.

Nothing yet but
they'll let us know.

Good.

Sarge, you busy Thursday night?

No.

Great. Jon would like to
challenge you to a game of handball.

- Ponch...
- Challenge me?

- Challenge me?
- 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. And his game is up.

- Now, what do you say?
- Jon, you're a glutton for punishment.

- It's not that I'm a glutton...
- I'll bet you a dollar, he can beat you.

- One dollar?
- Two dollars.

- Make it 5 and I'll be there.
- You're on.

You surprise me, Jon.

Never known you
to be so aggressive.

- You told me never to come to your place.
- Could have told me on the telephone.

- Charlie Davis is back in town.
- You could have told me on the telephone.

This place makes me
nauseous. I thought he retired.

He's been trying to find somebody
who put his daughter out of business.

And sooner or later he's gonna come
here, and when he comes here, I'm going.

Very smart, very smart.

That'll tell him for sure
who put Sam in the hospital.

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

Tell him you thought it
was gonna be his daughter.

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

Well, she'll take the next
run. Or maybe Charlie himself.

- You say.
- I say, yeah.

Nobody around here's gonna drive
for Robbie Interstate. I've seen to that.

What am I supposed to do?

Get me their contract.
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 4:00 in the morning.

Now, I keep trying to write you out of
my life and here I keep calling you back.

I'm sorry.

What is it, huh?

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

Yeah, he would be.

All right, I'll try to put out an
APB, you make some coffee, okay?

I needed someone, Ponch.

All right. 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. You cover me, okay?

Don't sprain anything
or hurt yourself.

- You're a true friend, Ponch.
- Right on.

And 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, that's "a true friend."

Now, I'll be with you in a minute.
I gotta check on something.

- Hi.
- Hi, Sindy.

Feedback on the biorhythms, right?
Looks pretty good, I guess, huh?

Well, it's much too early to
tell. 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 how it works
or how the date of birth is involved.

It's gonna take me a long
time to run a large sample...

in order to eliminate
coincidence.

So, for the moment, nope,
I don't have enough data.

Sindy, 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.

Okay.

Oh, by the way, before I forget.

I want to place a bet on
the handball match tonight.

Five bucks on Getraer.

I'd like to help you, Charlie,
but I just don't know anything.

There must be something floating
around the road. It always does.

Hey, not this time. It's
gotta be somebody big.

Somebody with enough money to
pay their way and cover their tracks.

Yeah, but 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.

There's a guy named Murray
Thomas. He's got a little outfit.

Did time for torching some rigs
for insurance, a few years back.

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.

- Is that a fact?
- Yeah.

- Well, oh, well. Say, you got a name?
- And you?

Yeah. Charlie Davis.

Guess you'd be
Murray Thomas, huh?

Get over here.

Attention, all units. We have
a report of a semi-trailer...

Robbie's Interstate
Transit, carrying a bomb.

Vehicle's northbound,
405 from Olympic.

Must be up ahead. I
know we haven't seen her.

L.A. 15, 7 Mary 3 and 4
northbound, 405 from Washington.

10-4, 7 Mary 3 and 4.

L.A. 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, L.A., run a break
in traffic behind 7 Mary 3...

405 northbound from Venice.

7 Charles, L.A., run a
roadblock, southbound 405.

7 Charles responding.

There she is.

Throw that traffic break, fast.

7 Charles, L.A., expedite
your break in traffic.

7 Mary 3 has bomb truck
located, 405 northbound at Sunset.

L.A. 15, 7 Adam.

I'm in position behind 7 Mary 3
and 4. Traffic break has started.

Pull over, you got
a bomb onboard!

Pull over before it blows!

- Come on, Robbie, get on here. Let's go.
- This is my last tractor.

- We're out of time.
- If I lose this one, I'm out of business.

So I might as well go with it.

All right. Get in the cab. Let's
go! Get in the cab. I'll do it.

All right, go. Go.

- Baker.
- Ponch, are you all right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Jon?

- Yeah.
- Are you all right?

Man, I wouldn't want
to cut it any closer.

How did you know
there was a bomb?

Our dispatcher said the information
came from the owner of the company.

- That must have been Pop. He's okay.
- He made the call.

Well, that low-down,
pigheaded...

- What?
- He's not the owner of this company. I am.

Karl Maddox?

We'd like to ask
you a few questions.

Didn't even hit him when
he hit him. Jon was there.

- Hey.
- Hey, Baker.

I didn't think you
were gonna make it.

We stopped at the
hospital to look in on Sam.

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?

- Yeah. I'm all warmed up.
- Okay. I got $57 bet on you, so remember...

move him around, don't let up.
Physically, Getraer can't take it. Okay?

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

No, it's his biorhythms.

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." SINDY: Mm-hm.

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.

You ready, Jon?

Let her rip.