T.J. Hooker (1982–1986): Season 5, Episode 1 - The Ransom - full transcript

When Hooker's children come for a visit. his daughter is kidnapped. He learns that she was kidnapped by his former partner who turned bad and was sent to prison. He wants to know where his family is. Hooker's learns they are now in the witness protection program.

("T.J. Hooker
Theme" by Mark Snow)

(classical music)

- [Man] You're a
super cop, Hooker.

And a good father.

But you're about to
find out what it's going

to be like without
your little girl.

(classical music)

(upbeat disco/funk music)

- Hey, let me see that.

- [Chrissie] No.

- Oh come on, Chrissie.



Come on.

I'm gonna tell Daddy!

Dad!

- I've got it.

- Dad, she won't show
me her new bracelet.

- Would you show
him the bracelet

and leave me alone?

I've got a technique going.

I did it!

- Yeah, you got it!

- All right!

- Yeah!

- What do I get?

All right, here you go, kid.



- Oh thanks, Daddy.

Oh, thanks for the bracelet.

- You're welcome.

- Yeah, thanks a lot.

I can't wait to show
the guys back home.

- Don't you think
you should pay for it

before you go back to Oregon?

Here.

- Thanks.

- Okay.
- All right.

- Work, oops.

Are you gonna be okay
Monday when you have to

send Tommy and Chrissie
back to their mom's?

- I've got no choice with Fran
up there and me down here.

- [Chrissie] Daddy!

Daddy, look here!

- [Tommy] Dad!

- Honey, I'm on a roll.

What do you want?

- [Chrissie] Daddy, look.

Look here, isn't it perfect?

- Oh, honey, don't you
think one piece of jewelry

a day is enough?

- But it's not for me.

Mom's birthday is this
Monday, remember?

- Oh my.

- Hey, how's Dad
supposed to remember

when Mom's always
trying to forget?

- Thank you.

How much is it?

- It's 125.

But it's a real nugget.

I panned for it myself
in the Sacramento River.

- I'm sure your mom
would be just as happy

with a nice card
and some flowers.

- Well, sure.

I mean, your mom's
boyfriend probably takes care

of this sort of
thing, doesn't he?

- Nah, besides, she talks
more about you than him.

- She does?

What does she say?

- Well, mostly she
loves to get your letters

on the first of the month.

- Alimony.

- Yeah.

We'll buy it anyway.

Here.

(coughing)

- There's fire, fire in there!

Help! Help!

- Stay with the kids.

Get out of here.

Go on, get out of here.

Get out of here, fast!

(flames crackling)

- Tommy, stay away from there.

You can get hurt.

(fire extinguisher whooshing)

(screaming)

- Gotta see if Dad's okay.

- [Woman] Oh!

(fire extinguisher whooshing)

- [T.J.] Get an ambulance.

- You saved my life.

Thank you so much.

Oh, Sam, it was,
it was just awful.

- All right, everybody.

Nobody's hurt, fire's out.

Move off.

- [Tommy] Dad, you're a hero!

- [Stacy] Are you okay?

- Yeah, except for smelling
like a backyard cookout.

- Oh, that reminds
me, I'm hungry.

- That reminds me
you're always hungry.

Well, let's find some lunch.

Where's Chrissie?

- Thought she was
right behind me.

- You know women.

I bet she's just still
looking at that jewelry.

- Chrissie!

Chrissie!

- Hey, you took off so
fast you forgot your change.

- Thank you.

My daughter, the little
girl that was looking

at the jewelry with me,

did you happen to see
which way she went?

- No, I was watching the fire,

but she can't be far away.

- Um, Stace, you head that way.

We'll go this way.

- [Stacy] Chrissie?

Chrissie!

- [T.J.] Chrissie!

- [Stacy] Chrissie!

(dramatic synth music)

Chrissie!

- Chrissie!

(upbeat disco/funk music)

I'm calling in the dogs.

Keep trying, Mike.

Random 30 to air one, come in.

- [Officer] We
copy, 30, go ahead.

- [T.J.] What's
going on up there?

- [Officer] We're just
starting our second sweep

of the beach.

- [T.J.] What about
the lifeguard stations?

- [Officer] Checked 'em
all out a mile each way.

No activity.

- [T.J.] All right, and don't
forget the parking lots.

- [Officer] We took
a look at everything

by the pier.

We'll double check all of 'em.

- [T.J.] That's a roger.

Keep in touch, 30.

Out.

Come in 16.

- We just completed
a house to house

from the beach to 3rd Street.

- Anything, Jim?

- Negative.

- Anything from Mike
and the shepherd?

- They're still trying
to pick up a scent.

There's just been
too many people been

walking through here.

I'm sorry, Hooker.

Listen, do me a favor, will ya?

How about taking Tommy
home and staying with him?

- I want to stay on the search.

I'd rather you asked someone
else to watch Tommy, okay?

- Hey, you're not to blame.

(tires squealing)

(police chatter in background)

- Why the hell are
they standing around?

We've got a
missing child to find.

- We have radio contact
with all units in the area

and a perimeter
search is started.

- What about the helicopter?

Any further change?

- Nothing from the
one that's up there,

but there's another one
on the way to help out.

- Somebody's got my kid.

- We don't know that for sure.

- What the hell
else could it be?

- Maybe she wandered
down to the beach.

- Nobody would've.

She wouldn't have done that

without letting us know.

- Take it slow.

What can be done
is getting done.

- When I find
whoever took Chrissie.

- Hooker, if there was
ever a time to keep

your head clear, it's now.

We can expand a house
to house and we can

even go back over the
territory around the pier.

- We're wasting time ourselves.

We can find her and have
her back before dinner.

- All right, I'll take the
streets west of the pier.

You commence a house to house.

Start here, work your
way back to the pier.

- I'll start the
first street on foot

and then I'll meet
you on the next corner.

- Okay, you got it.

(tires squealing)

- [Jim] I've been
looking for you.

Anything?

- I may have turned something.

The woman I was
talking to said the man

renting that house
has been arrested for

soliciting sex with
minors in the park.

She saw him take
a little girl matching

Chrissie's description into
the house this afternoon.

- I'll call it in.

Four Adam 16.

- [Operator] 17 Roger.

- Forget the call.

- Stacy, go slow.

We don't have proof
that's your suspect.

- Are you gonna take the chance

that that isn't Chrissie?

(engine starting)

Police!

- What do you want?

- [Stacy] Get out of the car.

- What are you doing?

Oh, please.

- [Stacy] Get out of the car.

- What, oh my
God, what did I do?

Oh, what's wrong?

That's my kid.

She's sick.

I'm taking her to the doctor.

- [Jim] Stacy.

- And for God sake's
put your guns away.

She's scared to death of 'em.

- Mr. Reynolds, we're
looking for a missing child.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, you're gonna
be a lot sorrier when

I find a lawyer.

- Anything at all on Chrissie?

- No.

At least we haven't
heard from the hospital.

Or the morgue.

- I'm sorry.

I really thought I had
something when I saw them

carrying that kid.

I guess I got carried away.

- Forget it.

He decided not to press charges

when he heard the whole story.

- You talked to him?

- He feels the same way
about his own little girl.

Said he'd a done the same thing.

- I could have killed him.

- But you didn't and
that's the bottom line.

- I believed everything his
neighbor said about him.

- The kooks come
out of the woodwork

in a case like this.

You know that as well as I do.

So stop chewing
out your insides.

- Hooker, fire
department called with

a preliminary on the fire.

- Arson?

- Bingo.

- you think the
kidnapper set it?

- Distraction, confusion.

Yes, I think he
set it and it worked.

Did you get a
composite description

from the witnesses
of the hamburger joint?

- This is it.

He ran out just before the fire.

- You know him, Hooker?

- I don't know.

He looks familiar.

But he knows me.

He knows me.

(classical music)

- You said that my
mommy was coming down

from Oregon to
surprise my daddy.

And that we were
gonna go pick her up?

Where is she?

- Don't worry about it, kid.

I'm working on a real
surprise for your daddy.

(classical music)

(airplane engine whooshing)

- [T.J.] Fran!

- Hooker!

Have they found her yet?

- Not yet.

- Where's Tommy?

- He's back at the
house with an officer

waiting for us.

We'll have to go straight there.

And then if you want
me to take you to a hotel

so you can rest up, I...

- All I want is my baby back.

- Get on the horn.

Find Hooker.

- [Fran] The kids said you'd
moved back into a house.

- I thought they should
have a place with a backyard

when they came down here.

- [Fran] Nice.

- [T.J.] It'll do.

- I tried to reach you at the
airport, Sergeant Hooker.

- [T.J.] About Chrissie?

- Yeah.

- Mom!

Mom, Chrissie's lost
and we can't find her.

- Oh, I know,
darling, but we will.

- We found this on the
windshield of our squad car.

- You didn't see anybody
hanging around your car?

- We were blanketing
the area looking for

anyone who did.

- Prints?

- We had it checked.

- Sergeant T.J. Hooker.

- Hey, that's
Chrissie's new bracelet.

- I have her.

How do you like
wondering if you'll ever

see your child again?

Welcome to hell, Hooker.

- Take up the rest of
your watch outside here

and I'll send backup.

I'm gonna hit the streets
with Jim and Stacy.

Nobody in or out.

- [Dispatcher] Four Adam 30,

we have the information
you requested.

All units assisting
in the search

have now reported in.

Results negative.

And confirming
your other request,

a missing child report
has been broadcast

to all agencies.

- Four Adam 16, four
Adam 30 on tact two.

- Go ahead, 16.

- [Stacy] Nothing
with us either, Hooker.

We touched all bases and
come up empty-handed.

Any suggestions?

- There's nothing more
we can do out here for now.

I'll see you back
at the station.

Four Adam 30 out.

- Hello, Hooker.

- Jack, what are you doing here?

- Well, I caught wind
of that notice you sent

to our handwriting specialist.

I asked for the assignment.

Unless of course you
don't want the FBI in on this.

- You know better than that.

- How's Franny holding up?

- You know Fran.

It's soft curves on the outside,

pure steel underneath.

- I remember that time
you told me the story

about getting up in
the middle of the night

to chase those drag
racing motorcycle freaks

off the street.

When you turned
around there was Franny

backing you up with
your service revolver.

- You came about that note?

- Yes, we do what we
could with the handwriting.

Now the psychological profile
wasn't very pretty, Hooker.

Whoever wrote that note
is definitely unbalanced.

On edge, very dangerous.

(classical music)

- When are you
gonna let me go home?

- You're homesick?

- Just want to go home.

- Well, I went through
a lot to get you, kid.

I think I'll keep
you around awhile.

- It was so dumb.

You lied to me.

About knowing my father.

About being his friend.

- Hey, shut up, you here?

I'm no liar.

And I know Hooker, all right.

- Are you ever gonna let me
see my mommy and daddy again?

- That depends
entirely on your daddy.

Now don't give me any trouble.

Hey, it's time for you
to get to sleep, anyway.

Go on.

(classical music)

- It underscores what I told you

about the suspect last night.

The shakiness of the
letter shows agitation.

The underscoring
indicates determination.

- Look at the letters.

He's printed instead of written.

That's strange.

- Well, not if you're
dyslexic and left-handed.

Es, Ss, Ns, are easy to reverse.

- Unless a person
makes a real effort

not to make a mistake.

- Now the majority of
the people look at things

from left to right.

What do you see?

- A triangle and a circle.

- Me, too.

- Now a dyslexic
will look at this picture

from right to left.

Might see a circle
and a triangle,

the reverse order
of what you see.

- That must raise hell
with reading and writing.

- Marty Lathon.

That's who that is.

Marty Lathon.

Draw the nose, change
the hair style a little bit

and it's him.

He had so much
trouble writing out reports

he had to type them.

- Who is he?

- An old partner of
mine, for a short while.

He traded in his badge for a
weekly paycheck with the mob.

- I remember now.

You stumbled onto the
connection and turned him over.

- We put a dozen of his
bosses away at the same time

based on his testimony.

- Numbers, prostitution, drugs.

He was wading knee deep.

But kidnapping, that's
not his style, Hooker.

- Martin Lathon.

Paroled three months ago.

- Motive, opportunity.

Pull everything you
have on him, Stacy.

Friends, family, associates.

I want to find him, fast.

- I made those
biscuits just for you.

How about having one?

- I'm sorry, Mom.

My stomach
doesn't feel too good.

You mind if I go
out back for awhile?

- No, you can't go anywhere.

- You know what your
dad said, huh, Champ?

Nobody in or out.

At least not for awhile.

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

- [Fran] Hello?

- I want to talk to
Sergeant Hooker.

- [Fran] Uh, he's
not here right now.

Can I help you?

- Is this his wife?

- [Fran] Yes, it is.

- I'm the guy who's
got your little girl.

- Oh please, is she all right?

Where is she?

- In 30 minutes
I'm gonna call back.

Tell Hooker to be
there to get the call.

- Let me talk to Chrissie.

Please let me talk to her.

For the love of God, please!

(tone ringing)

It's the man who's got Chrissie.

Get Hooker here fast.

- [Officer] Give me
Sergeant Hooker fast.

(tires squealing)

- Fran!

- Here!

- We're all set up for the call.

The FBI is on it.

When the call comes,
they'll run a trace.

And then dispatch will
broadcast the location.

You okay?

- I'm doing better than Tommy.

- Is he sick?

- Sick with guilt.

He said he made
Stacy chase after him

and that left Chrissie alone.

- That's crazy.

- No crazier than you
running off to be a fireman.

Haven't changed, have you?

- Now is not the
time for that, Fran.

- Why not?

This is now.

And your son is just like you.

No matter how
many times I tell him

he doesn't have to be a
super man like his dad,

it doesn't hit home.

(darts thumping)

- Hey, that's pretty
good shooting.

- Thanks.

- You thinking about Chrissie?

- I was wondering where she is.

How she oughta be here with me.

- I'm the one who
ran off, remember?

- Yeah, but you had
to help those people.

I didn't have to run after you.

- Well, Chrissie didn't
have to run after somebody.

She could've called for help.

She'd be here now if she had.

We're all responsible.

(soft piano music)

You,

Chrissie,

Stacy, me.

- All of us?

- All of us.

(soft piano music)

- [Tommy] Dad.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- It's been long time, Hooker.

- [T.J.] Where's my
daughter, Lathon?

- It's the suspect.

Start the trace.

- Hey, still on the ball, right?

I knew you'd figure
out who took her.

I know you've got
the phone tapped, too,

so listen fast.

- What do you want
from my little girl?

Money? What?

- You think money's
gonna make up for what's

been taken from me?

- I can't give you
back your job.

- I want my family back, Hooker.

My wife, my kids.

They stopped writing when
I was in your stinkin' prison.

I tried to find
them and I can't.

They're gone.

Somebody else is
living in my house.

- That has nothing
to do with Chrissie.

Let her go, Marty.

- I had a little
girl just like yours.

What happened to her after
you put me in prison, Hooker?

Did the mob hit her and my wife

who were settin'
them up for you?

- I don't know.

I promise you I'll find out.

When Chrissie's safe with me.

- You find them.

You find my family!

And then she stays safe.

You have till tomorrow
morning, Hooker,

and that's it.

- Wait a minute.

How do I know she's okay?

Let me speak to her.

- Put your wife on.

- Mommy?

Are you there?

Daddy?

- Chrissie, baby,
are you all right?

- Yeah.

I'm just a little bit scared.

- Don't be scared, pumpkin.

We'll get you back.

- Where are you, Chrissie.

Tell us where you are.

(tone ringing)

- They made the trace.

Downtown, phone
booth 211, West Maple.

(upbeat pop/rock music)

(tires squealing)

- [Dispatcher] Four X-ray 330,

meet four Adam 16 on tack two.

- 30 roger, what
do you have, 16?

- An eyewitness said
Lathon and a little girl

of Chrissie's description
took off in a late

model orange Plymouth.

License plate starting at 2BAK.

They were last seen
heading west on Maple.

Less than 10 minutes ago.

- [Man] Four x-ray 30,
this is one Adam 10.

We spotted an orange sedan,

license
two-four-Adam-king-five-oh-six.

Northbound on
Jefferson and Winthrop.

- Go to only.

Do not, I repeat,
do not make contact.

My ETA is approximately
five minutes.

- [Officer] Roger,
four X-ray 30.

- Rolling backup.

(upbeat pop/rock music)

(tires squealing)

(sirens wailing)

(tires squealing)

- This is four X-ray 30.

I'm in pursuit of a
possible kidnapping suspect

in an orang sedan.

License number
two-B-A-K-five-oh-six.

(tires squealing)

(sirens wailing)

(engine revving)

(sirens wailing)

(tires squealing)

(car crashing)

(suspenseful music)

(tires squealing)
(sirens wailing)

(explosion booming)

Chrissie!

(explosion booming)

Oh my God.

Chrissie.

Ah.

(police chatter in background)

I want the manpower
in this area doubled.

- We got every street in
this part of the city covered.

Can't do any more.

- Except find him.

She was everything to me, Jim.

Everything.

- Hooker!

They searched the car.

Chrissie's not there.

She's not there.

(dramatic synth music)

- He was taking no chances
we'd get Chrissie back.

He must've stashed her somewhere

after the phone call.

- We went by Lathon's
old neighborhood.

Check the neighbors.

- Had he been there?

- Half a dozen times
trying to find out

where his family moved.

We ran down the agent
who sold their house.

She said that Mrs.
Lathon was gone

when the papers
were transferred.

And attorney handled
all the legal work.

- Check out the attorney.

Let's find her.

- That's the clinker.

He's no longer
practicing in the state

and it could take
days to run him down.

- We have got one thing.

Lathon's son left a phone
number with one of his friends.

- We checked it out.

It's the federal
marshal's office.

- Federal marshal's office?

Stacy, do me a favor.

Call Fran.

- You want us to tell
her what happened?

- Never held back on
her while we were married.

I'm not gonna start now.

And tell her I'll be
home as soon as I can.

- Just called 10 minutes ago.

That's some driving.

Look, I, what can I say?

- What do you got?

- Well, I just
came from the lab.

We took the prints off the phone

that your kidnapper used.

There are half a dozen smudges.

We couldn't identify them.

But there was a child's print,

a thumb, an index finger.

Could be Chrissie's.

We're still looking
to match it up

with the others and see
what we have on Lathon.

- I rather you were
looking for Lathon's family.

- I thought your people
were taking care of that.

- We did.

We got hung up at
the US Marshal's Office.

- I see.

- Man informs on the
mob and goes to jail.

Mob tries to cut that
man where it hurts.

So they threaten his family.

What do you think
the family does?

- Call for help.

- Only Jenny Lathon
didn't go to the police.

Her husband had been a cop.

She didn't want
anything to do with us.

So she calls for the FBI, right?

How am I doing?

- Well, that's a possibility.

- Possibility.

Next you put the
Lathon family into

the federal new
identity program.

Lathons disappeared,
tucked away some place,

under a new name, new life.

- Okay, so now you know.

- You knew it the minute I
recognized Lathon's picture.

Why the hell didn't you tell me?

- That didn't have any bearing.

- It was motive!

The man was crazy
from looking for his family.

- Look, Hooker.

His wife divorced
him during the trial.

She got custody of the children.

She could do
whatever she wanted.

- Except deprive a
man the right to know

that his children
were alive and well.

- There's nothing I
can do about that.

- Did you try?

- Hooker, you know the policy.

Once they're gone,
they're buried so deep,

even the files disappear.

I can't do...
- Lathon's got Chrissie.

I don't want to hear I can't.

- You don't understand.

I tried this afternoon,

after I heard what
happened on the street.

I'm stonewalled by the brass.

It's out of my hands.

- No.

You're holding my
little girl's life in them.

Help me, man.

- Wheeling and the
fifth were holding out.

- [Stacy] What do you mean?

- Marty Lathon's
family was put under

deep cover by the FBI.

And Wheeling knew
about it the whole time.

- Do you know where
Lathon's family is?

- No, and neither does Wheeling,

and that's our problem.

(phone ringing)

- Officer Sheridan.

It's him, it's Lathon.

- Run a trace.

- Run a trace on 17.

- Hooker.

- You're runnin'
out of time, Hooker.

- Where's Chrissie?

- She's stashed
away safe for now.

- Lathon, your family.

We're trying to
locate them right now.

You hear me?

- Hey, I don't
believe you anymore.

I just don't believe you.

I've given up.

- Look Marty, I've never
lied to you, not once.

You know that.

- Oh yeah, well you
know something?

I am never gonna
see my kid again

and you aren't, either.

(dramatic music)

- He said I'm never
gonna see Chrissie again.

- He couldn't trace it.

(dramatic music)

Hooker, here's the
registration on that burnt out car.

Lathon bought it cash on
the line three weeks ago.

Where do you figure
he got the money?

- The mob is generous
to cops on payroll.

He hadn't recovered
his bank accounts yet.

- Where'd he buy the car?

- Veil's Motors on West 3rd.

- That's here.

And the phone booth call
that Lathon made to my house

was traced to here.

- It's only a couple
blocks away.

- And his old
neighborhood is here.

- It's still the same area.

He's staying on his home turf.

- I'm betting on it.

- [Stacy] You'd win that one.

- [T.J.] What do you got?

- A charred motel
registration receipt

for a month's rent.

It's signed M. Lathon.

The lab guys found it in
the glove compartment

of the sedan.

- [Jim] What's the
name of the place?

- I'm not positive, but it
looks like Pacific Crest.

Forensics thought it
might be on Manrobia,

but the apartment
number was clear.

22B.

- That's only two blocks
from where he made

that phone call.

- It fits.

Let's check it out.

(upbeat pop/rock music)

(tires squealing)

Stacy, you cover the back.

(suspenseful music)

(door banging)

- Cleared out.

Bed hasn't been slept in.

Three days ago.

What would he be
buying from an RV place?

- A ticket out of the city.

And a perfect way
to keep a little girl

from being seen and remembered.

Get me a chopper on standby.

Have them be prepared
to go 250 miles out.

- You're going out
of our jurisdiction.

- I'll go clear to
hell if I have to.

(upbeat pop/rock music)

- Ah, let me go!

Let me go!

Oh!

- Stop it, stop it!

Stop it!

I'll tie you up
again if I have to.

I'll put a gag in your mouth.

Now stop it.

- You're never gonna
let me go home, are you?

It's you and me, kid.

For all time, you and me.

I won't let anybody
take you away from me.

Never! Never!

Come on.

- [Chrissie] No!

- [Marty] Come on.

- [Chrissie] No!

- [Marty] Chrissie.

- Give me that chopper now.

(helicopter whirring)

Come in, 16.

- Four Adam 16.

- Head west on I-5.

I'm doing an aerial
search for a tan,

Triumph gold motor home.

No tags.

Lathon bought it.

- We're rolling.

What have you got?

- Campground directory

that the salesman showed Lathon.

Reverse letters next to
a circled campground.

- Dyslexia?

- Right.

I remember it always got
worse when he was under stress.

Look for the first
campground just north

of the Gorman cut off.

It's called Twin Oaks.

You might get lucky.

- Roger.

(sirens wailing)

- My little girl is
just about your age.

- Maybe you
could still find her.

- No.

She's gone.

Little Millie's gone.

- But you don't want me.

You want your little girl.

You want Millie.

Let my daddy find
her, Mr. Lathon.

- He can't find her.

They're gone.

They're all gone.

Oh, they're dead.

They're all dead.

- Well, my daddy won't
ever stop looking for me.

Never ever.

- You're right.

We have to get out of here.

- Where are we going?

- Some place your
daddy will never find you.

Nobody will ever find you.

(dramatic synth music)

(helicopter whirring)

- That's the campground.

Get us down closer.

(dramatic music)

(helicopter whirring)

(dramatic music)

(helicopter whirring)

There! It's Chrissie!

The pickup is gonna hit her!

Put us down now!

(helicopter whirring)

- Daddy!

(upbeat pop/rock music)

(punches smacking)

Daddy!

Daddy!

(soft piano music)

- Chrissie.
- Daddy.

- Dad?

- Yeah.

- That looks abdominable.

- Abominable.

- Can I have a taste?

- Get your hands off there.

(doorbell ringing)

Doorbell.

- Don't worry, Mom will get it.

- Daddy?
- Yeah.

- Yuck.

- [Fran] Hi.

- I have to talk to Hooker.

- Oh, okay.

- Maybe you'd both like to sing

Happy Birthday in your rooms.

It's coming out the wrong end.

There we go.

- Why don't I help
finish the icing

while you go talk to Jim.

- Huh?

Here.

- I brought a message
from Wheeling.

He found Lathon's family.

- Did he find a way of
telling them what happened?

- Well, he said he hoped
you were gonna do that.

- Oh, he did?

Well, maybe he's right.

Maybe that's the
way it should be.

Tell him I'll do it.

(icing squishing)

- [Chrissie] On me.

- I didn't mean to do it.

Look at you. (laughing)

- Mom.

- What happened?

- There was an accident.

- The wax paper burst.

- I thought you
were supervising.

- Oh, I guess my mind was
on the rhubarb pie in the oven.

- Rhubarb pie?

That's my favorite.

- I know.

- [T.J.] What about Oregon?

- Well, it's just
below Washington.

And it's not going anywhere.

(soft instrumental music)

("T.J. Hooker
Theme" by Mark Snow)

(synth music)