CHiPs (1977–1983): Season 3, Episode 15 - Christmas Watch - full transcript

Seems like every time
we go to court

it takes longer to get there.

Who knows, one of these days
we may even get to testify.

Next time we bust Nick Ferris,
let's do it in LA.

That's a deal.

Alright.

Hey, that guy's in a bigger
hurry than we are.

Did you see those cops?

Put your hands where
I can see 'em. Move!

Put your hands on your head.
Are you hurt?

No. No thanks.
No thanks to that guy.



He could have killed us.

Put your hands in the air.

You guys were in
quite a hurry, weren't you?

I was thumbing a ride.
He picked me up.

I never saw the guy before.

Hey, Ponch, look out!

Aw, that's gratitude,
after I saved your life.

Huh, what did you do,
steal that car?

Look at me.

I show up in court like this

the judge is gonna
skin me alive.

Ah, he'll do it to both of us
if we're late. Come on, junior.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?



- I do.
- Be seated.

Officer Baker...
is that the appearance

you customarily present

when you appear in court
down in Los Angeles?

Uh, no, Your Honor.

Actually, my partner
and I were involved

in a felony arrest
that became physical.

We didn't have time to change
the uniform, so

therefore, I apologize.

Mr. Weber, you may proceed.

For the record, will you state
your name and occupation?

Officer Jon Baker,
State Traffic Officer

assigned to central office area.

Officer Baker,
at the warehouse in question

you arrested the defendant,
Nick Ferris.

To the best of your knowledge,
for what purpose

was the warehouse
being used at that time?

To strip stolen cars
and ship the parts out of state.

'And will you state
what led you to that belief?'

'24 hours before the raid'

'my partner and I met
with our informant.'

Got your warrant?

We'll worry about
a search warrant.

You worry whether or not
Nick Ferris will be there, okay?

And if he isn't,
we've lost him.

He's gonna move
his business operation

and then we're gonna be right
back where we started from.

He'll be there
at the warehouse.

Appreciate your information.

I, uh, want you
to remember one thing.

Same as always,
keep my name out of it.

Is there any doubt?

I'll see you.

You sure there are no other
doors or windows?

- I'm sure.
- Okay.

In there

- Police, open up!

Don't move.
Stay where you are!

Do you have a warrant?
Hello, sarge.

Read it, man. Go ahead.

Heh. Just asking.

I got nothin' to do
with what's goin' on in here.

- Came in to use the phone.
- This is gonna be good, Jon.

Yeah, I've never been in this
part of town before. I got lost.

I think I'll call the guy
for directions.

- Put your hand on your head.
- Come on.

We took Mr. Ferris into custody

read him his rights
and booked him.

Hmm. Officer Baker, thank you.

Now, you tell us what
a subsequent search

of that warehouse revealed.

Objection, Your Honor.

State it, Mr. Simon.

It seems to me the prosecution

is getting slightly
ahead of itself here.

At this point in time

what a search of
that warehouse revealed

is of no concern whatsoever

to the defense
in this case, Your Honor.

You see, my client, Mr. Ferris

was in that warehouse
by accident

'and will maintain so'

until the officer's
informant is named

and his credibility
is, uh, is established.

Oh, come on.
We both know what Mr. Ferris

was doing in the warehouse.

Your Honor, the evidence
code specifies

that when disclosure of
an informant's identity

shall be deemed
necessary to ensure

the defendant a fair trial.

Yeah, I'm..

...I'm familiar with the
evidence code, Mr. Simon.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Continue, counselor.

Um, may I have a moment

to confer with my witness,
Your Honor.

You certainly may.

Thank you.

He's gonna ask you
to reveal your source.

There's no way I can do that.

He's not gonna give you a
choice. He's gonna order you to.

It'll be reversed,
doesn't he realize that?

Oh, yeah, he realizes that.
He doesn't care.

He's a very tough judge.
I know him.

I mean, there's nobody
that wants

Ferris behind bars
more than we do.

But I mean, we gave our word.
We can't do that, Sam.

Let me put it to you this way.

Are you willing to go to jail
for that punk over there?

I can't say the idea
appeals to me, no.

To me, it stinks.

That's what it's gonna come to.

Mr. Weber,
it's almost lunchtime.

Uh, Your Honor..

I'm certain that
the court realizes that

an officer of the law
cannot be required

to reveal the identity
of an informant unless--

Unless that revelation
is needed to ensure

a fair trial for the defendant,
Your Honor.

Thank you, Mr. Simon.

May I remind you again

that the bench is
thoroughly familiar

with the evidence code
of the State of California.

Have I made myself
perfectly clear, sir?

Yes, Your Honor.

Officer Baker, as much as
I respect your testimony

the defendant in this case

is entitled to a fair
and impartial hearing.

Therefore,
not without reluctance

I charge you to reveal
the name of your informant.

Are you prepared to do so?

No, sir, I am not.

Is that your final word
on this subject?

Afraid so, Your Honor.

I'll take it from here.

This your first time
behind bars?

Well, I was Prisoner of Zenda
once in a high school play.

This won't be as bad
as you think.

Judge said to put
you on keep away.

Yeah, it'll be my luck
I'll run into somebody

I help put in here.

Oh, no chance. Keep away means
we book you here

and bring your meals
to your cell.

What's more, you've got your own
private baby-sitter.

Deputy Collins here.

Howdy.

Hi.

Sorry to put y'all
in this trouble.

You could avoid the whole thing,
you know.

Well, listen,
the temptation's there, I agree.

Well, the judge said
to give him a call

the minute you feel
like cooperating.

Yeah, I'll remember that.

Sergeant Getraer.

What? Look, Poncherello, if this
is some sort of joke, I--

Yeah.

Okay, Frank. I'm on my way.

I'm, uh, sorry about
your partner, but, uh..

...you people made
a big mistake.

I hope you're aware of it.

- Oh, absolutely.

You see, my client was in that
warehouse by a quirk of fate.

Nothing more.

Sure, and I'm the
Wicked Witch of the West.

- He doesn't look too happy.
- Well, you shouldn't be either.

You see, he could name
that informant, too

and he just might do that.

Not that way. Hold it.

It looks like, uh,
you have a full house.

So, what else is new?

- Down there.

Haven't felt
so important in ages.

Not quite as drafty as the rest.

If you need anything,
don't bother to ask.

Checkmate.

That's one a piece.
How about a tiebreaker?

Uh, how 'bout steppin' outside
for a movie instead?

I was figurin' on it.

Tonight...with a real fine date.

Then I got called
to baby-sit you.

Uh, look, would it help
if I apologized?

Not really.

'No reflection upon you,
sergeant'

but I expected LA to send me
at least a lieutenant.

To make me see
the error of my ways.

Well, maybe LA
thinks I'm expendable.

My reputation's that bad, huh?

Come in.

'Oh, well..'

Mr. Simon for the defense.

Mr. Weber for the prosecution.

- Sergeant..
- Uh, Getraer.

Getraer...
have a seat, gentlemen.

Uh, you have the writ from the
Attorney General, I assume.

Uh, that was my plan.

As yet, we've been
unable to locate him.

We, uh... we tried to get him
and we didn't have any luck.

Hmm.

I thought it was proper

that both of you were here

before the sergeant had his say.

We appreciate the courtesy,
Your Honor.

You know, what's one
more oriental dinner

more or less, with my fiance?

Fire when ready, sergeant.

Uh, Your Honor..

...the court knows
as well as I do

that as soon as we get word
to the Attorney General

Officer Baker's contempt
citation will be set aside.

Of course. I expected it to be.

Well, if that's the case,
speaking candidly

why insist upon humiliating
one of my finest officers?

- Sergeant, sergeant--
- That's alright, Mr. Weber.

I understand
the sergeant's feelings.

'Continue, please.'

Something else, of which
I'm sure the court is aware

no law enforcement agency
in this country

could operate nowadays
without its informants.

Now, that's not the way
we like it

but it happens to be true.

That's why there's a section
entitled privileged information

that was written into
the evidence code.

- Yes, but that evidence code--
- Mr. Simon, please.

You'll get your turn.

Go on, sergeant.

Well, uh..

...I'm no lawyer, but, uh..

...as I interpret the code

I've got a man behind bars

who is doing what any cop
worth his salt would do.

He chose to protect
the identity of an informant

who is acting
in the public interest.

'And according to that code'

that informant's name
may be kept secret

as long as
he was not a participant

in the alleged crime.

"People vs Salcedo, 1957."

Thank you very much, Mr. Weber.

Also...also, it wouldn't
do the defense

one iota of good to know
the informant's identity.

Therefore, according to the code
his name may be kept secret.

Please, Your Honor, may I speak?

Go ahead, Mr. Simon,
before you have a stroke.

Thank you.

Now, I take it you know
the informant's name, right?

No, sir. I do not.

Oh, you do not.
Well, then you're admitting

that this guy could be
some raving lunatic--

Oh, come on now.
You can do this in court--

Gentlemen, please!

There was nothing wrong
with the information

that he gave us, was there?

Irrelevant, your honor.

Until it's determined
that disclosure

of the informant's name
won't aid the defense.

What about that, sergeant?

Are you sure that information
wouldn't help the defense?

Yes, sir. I know Jon Baker
and I trust his judgment.

Your Honor, please.

Do you have anything
to say, Mr. Weber?

Yeah, I think we can
sit here and cite

case law
until we're blue in the face.

It's not gonna
alter the facts.

Now, the arresting officers

had a legitimate search warrant
for the warehouse.

The accused was there exactly

as the informant
said he would be

standing not more
than 20 feet away

from a half dozen stolen cars.

Of course, he says
he's there by accident.

'Now people, of course, contend'

'that he's there
conducting illegal business'

'to the detriment
of the state, right?'

We, therefore, respectfully urge

that you reverse your decision

release the officer from custody

and allow us to protect the
informant's identity.

I don't think
you're goin' anywhere.

So take your time.

How's it goin', Jon?

Fine, as soon as you tell me

that guy doesn't know
what he's talkin' about.

Uh, you aren't gonna
tell me that?

We've been doing our very best
to reach the Attorney General.

Unfortunately, his office
was closed for business

by the time
we tried to reach him.

Well, have you
talked to the judge?

Oh, went the route with him.

Didn't make the
slightest impression.

That's incredible. I mean

hasn't he read
the evidence code?

He's read paragraph one,
I can tell you that.

Would you, uh...
care for a summary?

Yeah, please.

It says that the government
cannot undertake prosecution

and then invoke privileges

like protecting
an informant's identity

to deprive
the accused of anything

which might be material
to his defense.

Beautiful.

That's the bottom line.

He told me in chambers
not 5 minutes ago.

I mean, who appointed
this Towers to the bench

Attila the Hun?

Where's Ponch?

He's meeting
with your informant.

Uh, would you like
to know his name?

Ah, heh heh. No, thanks.

One of us in jail is plenty.

But, uh, there is somethin'
I want you to know, Jon.

I'm proud of you.

'No, really.
I mean that. Sincerely.'

Well, I appreciate that,
Joe, but, uh..

...if what I'm tryin'
to do in here is so noble

then how come I feel so dirty?

Because you're in jail.
That's why.

Yeah, I guess I never really
thought about it before.

Sure is a miserable feeling.

So, your buddy's in the slammer.

Wonderful.
Might do him some good.

Give him a new outlook.

As a matter of fact I kind of
wish you were in there, too.

I'm not about
to go to jail, Marty.

You might bear that in mind.

We made a deal.
I deliver Ferris.

You keep my name out of it.

Now that's the way
it's got to be.

You don't care whether Ferris
walks or not, do you?

Oh, I care. Believe me, I care.

If he finds out
I rolled over on him

I run, I don't walk
to the nearest morgue.

'Cause that's where I wind up.

Ferris can't do a thing
if he's behind bars.

Your testimony
could put him there

and, at the same time,
get my partner out of jail.

How much time does he get?
Three to five?

Then what happens to me when
he gets out? I'll tell ya.

He blows me away like a feather
in a big breeze.

You may have a point there,
I suppose.

We made a deal.
I took care of my end of it.

Now it's up to you guys
to take care of yours.

Well, it can't hurt to ask.

That's it.

Like the man says..

...that's the way
you play the game.

Yes, judge, that's correct.
We spoke yesterday.

I understand perfectly--

Yes, sir, I'll do that.

'You know, I can't believe it.
One minute'

'Jon's on the witness stand'

'the next minute
he's slammer bound.'

'How do you like that, huh?'

Doesn't this judge know
what side of the law

he's supposed to be on?

Sounds to me like
he's on our side

but what can he really
do for him?

Hey, I'm all for jailing crooks

but there's a limit
to how far I'll go.

That makes two of us, man.

And when the Attorney General
hears about it

that contempt citation
will be set aside immediately.

Tell Jon he's got
nothin' to worry about.

'Why don't you
tell him yourself?'

'Hey!'

Hold it, everybody!

We have among us
a man of principle

our resident jailbird.

I'd like to ask him one thing.

Would you do it again?

Well, I'll tell you,
Grossie, uh..

I'd really have to think
about that-that. I'm not sure.

Hey, what time did they
let you out, Jon?

Reveille.

- Oh, reveille, 0500.

- Ooh.
- Oh-oh.

It took the Attorney General
long enough, didn't it?

'Yeah, he was on
a fishing trip.'

No one on his staff could
find him until midnight.

Well, at least you're out,
and that's the important thing.

What?

I just got off the phone
with Judge Towers.

He wants you in court
within the hour.

Uh, you too.
By the way.

Come on, get moving.

Come on, partner.

Hey, man, that guy's
gonna lose his load.

We ought to tell him.

No, I got a better idea.

You're nuts,
you know that?

It was a bunch of kids
in a pickup truck.

Uh, I saw 'em cut the rope.

You get
the license number?

You bet I did.

Hey, look out!

Hate to ask you
the question, but, uh..

...is that you
I smell, or uh..

...is that me?

What difference
does it make, man

in the courtroom,
we'll both be guilty.

Yeah.

Are you guys crazy?
Well, look at you.

What-what is
this stuff?

We got fertilized.

Yeah, why don't you drop a seed
on us and watch it grow?

Oh.

'All rise.'

'Department 42 superior court'

'in and for the city of Capra
Linda is now in session.'

'Judge Douglas Towers
presiding.'

Thank you, Bailiff.

Be seated.

Ah-ah. Stick around.
I may need you.

Why, I thought you had
this thing wrapped up.

No, no, just maybe.
Stick around. Have a seat.

Your Honor, permission
to approach the bench?

Granted.

Your Honor, I would like
to apologize for my witnesses.

On their way over here, they
were involved in a rather, uh..

...unfortunate incident.

What fell on 'em,
an outhouse or what?

Yeah, something like that.
It was a line-of-duty accident.

They're very sorry,
Your Honor.

Very well, Counsel.

Mr. Simon, for the time being,
at least I'm denying your motion

made in my chambers
for dismissal of charges.

- But, Your Honor--
- No buts, Mr. Simon.

Return to your seat.

You may call your next
witness, Mr. Weber.

Officer Francis Poncherello.

Officer Francis Poncherello.

I'm gonna get that
sinking feeling.

Right hand.

Do you solemnly swear
to tell the truth

the whole truth, and nothing
but the truth, so help you God?

- I do.
- Be seated.

Officer Poncherello

with reference
to previous testimony

given in evidence
by your partner Officer Baker

were you present
when an informant

volunteered that Mr. Ferris

would be at the warehouse
in question?

I was, yes, sir.

So the identity
of that informant

is known to you,
is that correct?

That's correct.

Officer Poncherello,
are you willing at this time

to disclose the name
of that informant?

Did you hear
the question, officer?

Yes, sir.

Please answer.

I cannot do that,
Your Honor.

Your Honor, in view
of the officer's refusal--

Sit down, Mr. Simon.

But, Your Honor--

Sit down, sir.

Yes, sir.

Officer..

I understand your reluctance
to name an informant.

'Believe me, I sympathize
with your position.'

However..

...in the interests
of justice..

I repeat, in the interests
of justice

I cannot let it go at that.

I hereby direct you
to answer the question.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.
I have to refuse.

Officer Poncherello..

...I have given you
a lawful order.

You havethe ability
to answer.

'You refuse to do so.'

That failure, willful failure
to respond..

...leaves me no choice...

...but to find you
in contempt of this court.

'Bailiff.'

'Take this man into custody.'

Your Honor, may I call
my next witness?

You may call Officer Jon Baker
to the witness stand.

Officer Jon Baker.

Your Honor, if you'll permit me

I think I can save
the court some time.

I suggest you give me
your ID cards

and anything else on your person
that makes you look like cops.

They'll pick up everything else
down at the booking room.

I gather that means
no more keep-away.

My orders are to make
you look like jailbirds

and take you down
to the booking room.

Is there a phone
we can use?

The booking room.
You get one call.

Again? Ah, I don't believe it.

Believe it or not,
in about five minutes

there's this tank down here's
gonna be holding two more fish.

That judge must be
out of his mind.

At this rate, you guys could be
in and out of jail forever.

Look, according to Sam Weber

the judge is perfectly
within his rights.

You know, the question is
what are we gonna do about it?

I don't know, Jon

but look, I promise you

I'll get back
to the Attorney General

as soon as I hang up.

Right.
Uh, keep in touch.

Uh. Right.

Well, how did I do?

Congratulations.

I think you just blew
a new modern record.

Do you claim it, kid?

I want you
to sit here now, and..

...reflect
on your sins, okay?

- Been a long day.
- I know.

But just do me
one favor..

...don't pass out.

Who, me?

Never.

Next.

Empty your pockets.

Turn them inside out.

Lay the contents
on the counter.

State your name
and address.

'Hopefully, if they can find
the Attorney General again'

'Baker and Poncherello
will be released'

within a matter
of hours

but, uh, that's not going
to solve their problem.

I can see a pattern
developing.

Right. As soon as the AG sets
aside one contempt citation

that judge imposes another.

I think they call it
revolving-door justice.

Isn't there
something we can do?

Oh, maybe there is.

I've just gotten back
from that warehouse

where Nick Ferris was arrested.

There must be a dozen cars
in the area illegally parked.

Now, if Ferris was there
more than once

and not just by accident
as he claims to have been

it's possible that he might have
been cited for illegal parking

and if so,
there's a record of it

and we know
the license number.

I can smell
what's coming.

I've already been in contact
with LAPD traffic division.

As soon as you guys
get down there

there'll be all sorts of
citations to read and enjoy.

Like how many?

A copy of every
parking ticket written

within the LA city limits
over the past three months.

Oh, there's the door.
What are you waiting for?

- 'Come on, go.'
- Let's go.

Good luck.

Ah, they're mostly
thieves and wife beaters.

Don't pay any attention
to them.

Can hardly wait
to get acquainted.

Presidential suite,
gentlemen.

Make yourselves
comfortable.

Chow-down's at 4:30.

Hope you had lunch.

I didn't even
have breakfast.

That's too bad.

Oh. Tired.

That one's yours.

What is this stuff?

In the service,
we had a name for it

but, uh, I don't
wanna spoil your appetite.

I've eaten
better food than this

in a Vietnam
rice paddy.

Hey, no more
war stories, huh?

This food
is bad enough.

There's a rumor going around
that you guys are heat.

'Are you?'

Huh, whatever
gave you that idea?

I heard the same thing.

Well, uh, rumor
probably got started

because we're
schoolteachers.

Yeah.

I don't get it.

Neither do I.

We teach civil obedience.

Yeah, well,
where do you teach?

What school?

Go on. Tell him.

Let's just say it's
one of the largest campuses

in the state, huh?

Oh, yeah?

Cal state?

UCLA?

Has to be one of the two,
am I right?

If you mind I'd just keep

that a secret, you know
what I mean?

Hey, man,
I understand.

The less people know about me
in here, the better I like it.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Yes.

Hey, Grossie,
you still have

that personalized plate,
haven't you?

Sure.

Why?

Didn't you call in
sick one day last week

uh, Wednesday?

Uh, I don't remember.

Really, what is it, a bad case
of sunburn, Grossie?

Ow!

I don't follow you.

Well, according to this,
on Wednesday last

your car was over parked
at Malibu Beach.

'
- Give me that.

How you guys doing?

Hey, food!
Hallelujah!

Hope you slaves
like hot pastrami.

- I adore it!
- Yep.

Ah, down, Grossman.
Just keep working.

Did they find
the Attorney General yet?

Negative.

The fish weren't biting
where he was

so they changed camp.

We're still looking.

Well, what do you know?

Well, speak, man.

That's his
license number.

Issued to Nick Ferris
one week before he was arrested.

"6700 block of Littleton"

right across from the warehouse.

Great, that takes care
of that.

Let's go home.

Sit down, Grossman.

Right.

If Ferris got
one ticket there

he might
have gotten more.

'Spring heralds the arrival'

'of a new generation
of desert wildlife.'

'The Mojave sparrows searching
for young insects..'

If I've ever felt
worse in my life

I forget
when it was.

You ever have
that experience?

Oh, if you're talking about
being picked up

for drunk driving,
the answer's no.

When my wife hears
about this, she'll kill me.

As for my kids, they'll probably
never speak to me again.

Not that
I blame them.

Look, uh, what was
the occasion?

You mean,
why did I get plowed?

- Yeah.
- My lucky day.

I got a pay raise.

Oh. Oh, good for you.

What I should have done was
go right home...but not me.

I'm not that smart.

I change clothes

go straight to a bar

and start tossing 'em down
like there's no tomorrow.

Yeah, I bet
I can guess the finish.

Climb into my heap,
pull out from the curb..

[imitates loud screech,
impact]

And run spang into
a patrol car.

How do you like
that for a finish?

No, I can honestly say
that I feel for you.

But just like that,
my career is down the drain.

Oh, no, wait a minute.
What kind of work do you do?

I'm a bus driver.

'...the Mojave,
the desert cricket'

'stakes his claim
on a parcel of land.'

'But the dominant male
temporarily abandons the female'

'leaving her defenseless
against intruders.'

Hey, what's the big idea?

'Bedtime, teach.'

'This is not
a classroom.'

'Hm.'

Lights out
in one minute.

Hey, what if I wanna
read awhile?

What are you gonna read,
the walls?

Come on.

Listen, how do I call
for room service?

'You wait till your mama
brings you a sandwich.'

'Did you hear that?'

Hey, you know something?

Yeah, it's only 9 O'clock.

The last time
I went to bed at 9 O'clock

I couldn't have been
over nine years old.

Yeah.

Takes some gettin' used to,
I guess, huh?

Hm, I never would.
Ha, ha.

You know, it was
just last night, uh..

...in my private room.

I was thinking I helped
send a lot of guys

to places like this.

Yeah, but they deserved it.
We don't.

Oh, yeah, but even so,
every time it happened

I felt sorry
for the guy, I mean..

Well, on second thought,
almost every time.

There were
a few exceptions.

I was thinking just now

about a kid I was raised with..

...a friend of mine.

He's been in jail
for ten years.

And has a lifetime
to go, you know.

Who'd he kill?

Another friend of mine.

Guess they must be
having trouble

finding the Attorney General
again, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, Ponch, crazy business
of ours, isn't it?

Here we are locked up
in here and the crook

we're after is out there
running free as a bird.

Hey, uh..

...you been having second
thoughts on naming our informer?

Huh?

Uh, I asked you a question?

Are you havin'..

Wake up, you jailbirds!

Rise and shine!

Ah, let me hear
the feet hit the floor!

You guys wanna stay
in those sacks forever?

Hey, what time
is it, man?

0500.

You wanna sleep forever?
Come on, wake up!

Ah!

'Your honor, I think
it's quite clear'

'from these parking citations'

'that Mr. Ferris
was committing perjury.'

It is quite evident
that he was at

or in the vicinity of
that warehouse quite frequently.

Bailiff, I hereby direct

that Mr. Ferris' bail
be lifted immediately

'and that he be directed
to appear.'

Furthermore, I direct
that bench warrants

be issued in the matter of these

unpaid parking citations.

Mr. Simon, I will
see you in court.

Hey, what happened
to you guys?

No wonder
they put you in jail.

Just wanna ask
you one thing

get ahold of
the Attorney General?

Yeah, we did better
than that.

Come on. The judge
wants to say something.

Gentlemen.

I now wish to address
a few short remarks

to a couple of fine
highway patrolmen

'whom I had the unpleasant duty'

of humiliating publicly

in a recent hearing
in this court.

Officer Baker,
Officer Poncherello

I would like to make it
a matter of record

that the court
regrets its actions

'and to compliment both of you
on your integrity.'

Uh, fellas, um..

I have a nice stall shower
in my chambers

and you're both
welcome to use it.

- Thank you, Your honor.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- You guys.

So you spent a couple hours
in the slammer.

So what?

Now you know how
the other half lives.

Hey, listen, Marty.
Ferris skipped bail.

Now, you know
what that means.

Means you
still owe us, pal.

Okay.

Only because I appreciate
what you guys have done.

Okay, win or lose,
we're even?

Right.

Ferris is starting a new
operation on the East side.

He'll be there the first thing
in the morning.

Give me a pencil
and a piece of paper.

Now, you're sure
he's gonna be there?

Positive.

He's selling out.

Thanks.

It's the same car,
same license plate

that received those
parking citations.

Should have gone back
for another search warrant

so we could have grabbed him
on the premises.

All I wanna do
is grab him.

Lost again,
Mr. Ferris?

What'd you do, stop to make
another phone call?

I thought you guys
were in jail.

Yeah, we were,
but now it's your turn.

- Come on.
- Out. Let's go.

Sure is quiet
around here.

Too quiet
if you ask me.

What?

Alright, you guys.

You can, uh,
come out now.

Just wanted you fellas
to feel right at home.

I bet you both
look darling in blue.

Oh, yeah, and just think,
any time you get homesick

all's you have to do
is stand in your locker.

- Let's.