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Thank you.

You all right?

Sure.

Was I right? Is this the kind of fun you want to share with your friends or what?

It's a little bit radical for six in the morning.

Never.

Yeah, you're right. It was a lot of fun.

For me, anyway.

This is a nice place for a picnic.

I can just see it cooling in the evening, you know, the sun sort of

setting down over the hills.

Yeah, I think about having a double date up here. Well, I don't think this is

Marcy's sort of thing.

In the meantime, why don't you get cleaned up? We got a full day's work

ahead of us.

Want to race back?

You are a glutton for punishment, aren't you?

You sure need a lift.

Hey, you lighten up, will you?

Thank you.

How far are you going?

I don't know. How far are you going?

Las Vegas.

Publishers' convention, children's books.

Kids' books, huh?

You don't look like the publishing type.

Oh, well, I'm a commercial artist.

This could be my big break, too. I'm supposed to meet a publisher. And if he

likes my sketches, he's going to take me to New York to do some illustrations.

Hey, that's terrific.

You're traveling kind of light, though. Oh, would you believe it? I put my bag

on the bus, and I just went to the ladies' room, and when I came out, the

bus left.

Well, don't you think you take a big chance that you're going to arrive?

Well, don't you think you take a big chance picking me up?

No, I don't think so.

You're a real student of human nature, aren't you?

I know about chicks that hitchhike.

If you waited tonight, I could take you to Vegas myself.

I don't think so, thanks.

We're going to sleep.

What are you going to eat?

I mean, you're broke, right?

Oh yeah, some artists are always broke.

There are ways to fix that.

Let's just change the subject, okay?

All right, brace yourself and sit still.

I'll get us some pocket money.

Um, I forgot something.

Could you just drop me off at the next exit, please?

The real world, baby.

Hey, come back!

I just called the school and told me that my mother is sick and I just missed

the bus.

And I've really never hitchhiked before, but I didn't know what else to do.

I couldn't look at him.

I held his handkerchief up to his face. He grabbed my hair.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Williams, I want you to take slow...

Deep breath.

Nothing to be sorry for.

Listen to me. Slow, deep breath.

Come on.

Everything's okay now.

Slow and deep.

Okay?

Can she give us a statement?

Why not? She's only been accosted, robbed, and brutalized. Hey, hey,

Bonnie. I'm sorry. This kind of thing makes me mad.

Can she give an ID on the assailant? Not now.

Uh-uh.

Not yet.

I'm going to follow the Valley General, okay?

Okay, we'll take care of the car.

Form is looking for you.

I'm right here.

You keep taking two-hour lunch breaks every couple days.

You're gonna end up waiting on the unemployment line.

I've been there before.

Where the heck you spend your time anyway?

Some girl you're chasing after?

Nope.

It's pigeons.

Chasing and... Pigeons?

It's kind of fun, too.

Of course, it's not easy.

First, you gotta learn how to spot them.

I don't think you're the type.

Thanks a lot.

You just made me lose a ride.

Figures. Hitchhiking's a loser's game.

Oh, that's not for me, is it?

Pedestrians, bicyclists, and other non-motorized traffic prohibited on the

freeway. Well, yeah, but I don't know the rules.

Look, I've never done this before, but my car broke down and I have to get to

Beverly Hills.

I'm a private music teacher, and these kids that I babysit, the last time that

I was late, they tore the whole place apart and broke this beautiful vase, and

I almost lost my job.

How about your life?

Anytime you hitch a ride, you take the chance of losing it.

Now, may I see some identification, please?

Why does the laughter always die down when I walk into a room?

No, Sarge, that's not true.

Yeah, we just thought maybe you had some business. Something serious to say.

Not really. I just thought I'd stroll in here.

I wanted to tell Bonnie how much I appreciate her teaching that woman's

self-defense class again. I think that's really marvelous, don't you?

I do too, Bonnie.

Good for you. She has requested that I ask for some volunteer assistance.

Well, there you go, Steve.

You got it, McLeese?

Me? Yeah, they all got their Form 33s to do.

Look, a guy with your athletic ability, I mean, you're a natural.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. What's this all about?

Somebody fill me in.

Ah, it's simple. I've done it.

Well, why don't you come with me?

Oh, I'm busy that evening.

Oh, you don't even know what evening it is.

I know I'm busy.

Okay.

I guess I'm your man.

If I wasn't a feminist, I'd kiss you.

You know, I get the feeling since this Marcy lady came along, John, free

evenings are about a thing of the past.

Hey, I've only known her a little while, so don't be tying any tin cans on my

bucket.

Hey, John.

Yeah? Excuse me.

Happiness is a fleeting thing. Enjoy it while you have it.

Thank you, Arnie.

Are you okay?

Yes, I think so.

Okay, stay in the car and I'll send help.

L.A. 15-7, David, in pursuit of a hit-and-run light green four-door 202

Ocean Sam Adam heading eastbound to Montana from 26.

I think it's a bump and booster.

Hi, Marcy.

Aren't you handsome?

Are you ready?

Not quite.

Now I'm ready.

Let's go.

Next. Hi. They said I had to come down in person, so here I am.

Well, my dog ate them.

She's just a little teeny cockapoo, and she kind of gets into everything.

My niece had one of those dogs. I hate the little monsters.

All right, you have several options, Miss Pendleton.

You can go to court, you can pay the fine now, or you can take the safety

awareness class for females, in which event there will be no fine and the

violation will be dismissed.

Well... Take the class. Fine.

Time, place, and instructions are listed here. It will be your responsibility to

return the certificate of completion to this court within 30 days.

Next.

Thanks. Have a nice day.

All right, that's it.

Steve, remember, safety awareness class, 8 o'clock sharp. I'll be there.

Sounds like fun. I've explained the requirements to him. Oh, thanks, Don.

You know, I studied a little judo and tumbling and stuff like that. Oh, don't

worry. It'll be fine.

Well, I know. I just want you to know I can take some pretty spectacular falls.

We can make it look really good. Swell.

All right, yeah. John, it's for you.

Thank you.

Hello. Hi, John. It's Marcy.

Hi, Marcy. Nice surprise. What's happening?

Oh, well, my brother's just landed in town.

Actually, he's just stopping over for a couple hours on his way to boot camp,

but he's my only brother.

Yeah, well, I'd love to meet him. You know, I've been to boot camp. Maybe I

can give him a few clues.

Oh, you're a love. See, he just broke off a two-year engagement with a girl my

mother and father both love, and so I...

I really just have to cancel tonight.

I'm sorry, John.

Fine, fine, Marcy. There's no problem. Look, just give me a call in the

morning, would you please?

Great. All right. Bye-bye. Bye-bye, John.

I'd like you to try to forget that Officer McLeep and I are experienced at

self-defense.

What I'd like you to take home with you this evening is that anybody with proper

training...

Can handle a would-be attacker.

I thought you couldn't come.

Marcy had to cancel.

How's it going? The fall looked great.

That wasn't a fall.

Steve?

The woman's trying to kill me.

Okay, let's see what's possible with a throat attack from behind.

Okay, the next one's a little more complicated. Officer McLeach is going to

grab me around the waist from behind.

And throw you on your head.

be fooled by the fun.

Personal safety is a very serious business.

Maybe a matter of life and death.

Think positive and think power because you do have it. And this is just some

guy off the street.

Pretty good, huh?

This is CHP officer John Baker and I think that John's got something serious

to talk to us about. Isn't that right, John?

I think what Bonnie's talking about is not some half-imagined them or they or

some foggy face out there.

This character is out there right now. We call him the bump and boost and

bandit. He uses stolen vehicles to rear-end his victims, and he usually

attacks elderly ladies.

Now, when the victim pulls over and they go to exchange insurance information,

that's when he assaults them, robs them, and takes off.

So, if you see a man...

Keep your eye on the guy if he's approaching, especially if he covers his

face with a handkerchief.

Bring as much attention to your car as you can, honking and so on.

If any of you come in contact with this man, please get in touch with us, okay?

Thank you.

Okay, thanks, Don. That concludes our class.

Anybody that wants individual instruction can come back in ten

minutes. Otherwise, you're free to go once I validate your certificates, okay?

Right over here.

John, I'm so embarrassed.

Oh, that's okay.

Marcy Pendleton, Steve McLean. Hi, glad to meet you.

Heard a lot about you.

Thank you.

When I saw you walk in, I nearly died.

Look, when I saw you, I mean, the last time I heard from you, your brother... I

know, I was delivering some packages, and I got stopped for speeding.

I just couldn't tell you. I mean, how could I ever live that down?

You mean you went through that whole story just to hide a speeding ticket

from me?

You are something else, you know.

Marcy Pendleton?

No. You are.

Remember, hitchhiking is no way to get anywhere.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Have I blown it?

Marcy, hitchhiking? Which is why I said speeding, because hitchhiking is stupid

and I'm not really the type.

But when your car has a flat and your spare has no air and you've got a heavy

exam and I'm five miles from the school, you really don't have much of a choice.

Marcy, there's no excuse for hitchhiking.

John, please don't be sore.

I'm not sore. I care about you. I just don't want you to end up as another dumb

statistic. You see why I didn't want to tell him?

That isn't the point.

Okay, okay, so what? Do you hate me now or what? Of course I don't hate you.

Good. Because I want to show you guys something. You know that guy you were

talking about, bumping bandit or whatever?

How'd you know?

Because he tried to rob me.

Where? When?

Well, that was the night that everybody chipped in and I went out for pizza. It

was two weeks ago tomorrow and I was driving Lisa's car. She's one of the

neighbors in my building.

And John, just like you said, that guy came up from behind me and bashed right

into me.

I was on Ventura Boulevard just past Balboa.

And when he started to walk up beside the car, I still get the shakes when I

think about it.

Okay, Marcy, this is official but informal.

Just run it down as it happened. I'll pass it on to the sheriff's

investigator. They'll take the formal.

Okay. Well, none of the girls in the building wanted to cook that night, so I

got the privilege of going out for burgers and fries.

Was it burgers or pizza?

No, you're right. It was pizza. See, I wanted burgers, but I got voted down.

So then on the way home, I was heading down Victory Boulevard when this car

came from...

Wait a minute. You told me Ventura Boulevard, remember?

Didn't I just say that?

No, you said victory.

John, let her finish.

I meant Ventura, you know.

Okay, Ventura. Then?

So then this guy, the one you call Bumpin' Bandit, he came right up behind

my car and ran into me.

My friend's car, I mean. You know, he just bumped right into it.

I felt the hit from right behind and...

Well,

you guys got here early.

We weren't early. You were late.

I was going to help you unload it. Yeah, well, we already unloaded it.

Oh, yeah.

Well, they're real tricky at first, but once you get used to the steering,

you're going to have a lot of fun.

John didn't tell me that you've ridden these before.

I just found out. She rode some of the first ones.

You all right?

John, it just started going downhill, and I couldn't get it into gear.

Hey, Sarge, you want to see me?

Yeah, come on in, John. Shut the door.

Wow.

That's serious, huh?

From the hip, okay?

From the hip.

Sure, always.

Marcy's story doesn't wash.

It doesn't wash. Why not?

She's been kicked out of two or three schools. She's been fired from every job

she's ever had. That's ridiculous.

John, the line on her is she's a pathological liar.

Okay, yeah.

What about the sketch she drew of the guy? She knew his M.O. What about the M

.O.? You can keep the sketch.

And she heard you describe the M.O., so... So I might have been

wrong about some of the details. It was a month ago.

My head's so full of art school and job interviews, and frankly, John, part of

the reason I haven't been able to focus lately is you.

I didn't want you to see me like this. I really wanted to be beautiful for you.

Hey, Marcy, why don't you drop it?

Why were you kicked out of school? And why can't you keep a job? Why?

Oh, this is what you get when you let a cop into your life? Why, why, why?

This is what you get when you can't tell the truth.

Don't lay that trip on me, John.

It's called compulsive lying.

It's pathological. It's not under your control.

Tell me more, Doctor.

You tell me more.

My therapist, one of them, how did he put it?

Low anxiety tolerance, poor self-image.

My parents, Madam Wonderful, the fashion designer, General Spectacular, the

genius fighter pilot, they're super achievers, John, and I can't live up to

them.

So I just keep creating new Marcy's, everyone new and different.

And that way I don't have to deal with the Marcy who has the problem.

What about you and me?

Is that a lie?

You and me?

Must be you and the real me, huh?

Because if it's a lie, John... This one

really hurts.

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What's wrong with you guys? What did I do?

What's the matter with you guys?

Get back.

What, are you stuck for a word?

No, I'm just thinking.

Listen,

I'd like to offer my help if you got a problem I don't know about, huh?

It's a personal thing.

Oh, well, that I know about.

Are you withdrawing your offer?

Well, no. It's just that I got to go meet my mother.

She's going to buy me a pair of shoes.

Well, I got these small feet and everything.

Hey, Harlan.

I understand your feeling, but what we're talking about here is the truth.

So you don't have to make up some kind of excuse to save my feelings, all

right? Just go, but tell me the truth, all right?

I am.

Yeah, okay.

My mother always buys my shoes.

Well, he does have small feet.

Looking for another volunteer?

It's pretty certain that Wally Bartell is the bumpin' boostin' bandit.

Unfortunately, not one woman could or would give us a positive make on the

guy.

He's probably home in time for dinner.

What about the blue Ford? Any fingerprints?

They haven't come up with any.

Can't one of you guys tie him to that car?

I mean, didn't you see him get out of it? We saw him taken off in the Jeep.

That's all.

He was in the car, we know that.

He almost killed that woman.

It's too bad one of you guys can't lie a little. Oh, that's funny.

It was meant to be.

A little.

Yeah, I guess I'm, uh... John, if I was meddling in your personal affairs, I'd

say you are a little bit out of sync.

We need Marcy's help.

If she could give it, I think she would.

And she can only be helped if she wants to be. And if she wants to be, it may be

because of you.

That's what I'd say.

But I'm not meddling.

You want somebody to come along? It's my problem, all right?

Thanks a lot.

I can't do it.

You were there. You saw what happened.

John, I'm... I can't even remember what story I told.

I can't do it.

Marcy, look, you're doing a pretty good job of making me, my boss, my friends

look foolish.

Now, if I mean anything to you... John, you mean everything to me, or I wouldn't

even be listening.

Well, then hear me.

The man's a felon.

He's a... He's sadistic.

And he's gonna do it over and over and over again until he kills somebody.

Unless you just come with me and tell the simple truth.

So if I do, who's gonna believe me? I am.

Well, who am I gonna talk to?

Me.

I mean, there'll be a sheriff's investigator, and the sergeant will be

there, but you'll talk to me.

That's all.

Okay.

And if that's the way it's got to be, then I'll see you down there tomorrow

morning.

I know that wasn't easy for you, Mrs. Williams.

I hope it helps, what little I could say.

How about a nice cup of tea?

That would be nice.

Do you have chamomile? I think so. I know I've got jasmine spice.

I just didn't think a thing like that could happen to me.

Come on.

He offered me a ride on Santa Monica Boulevard, near Dover Avenue.

Okay, what kind of car was it? Do you remember that?

I don't know.

It was nice, wasn't it?

How about you telling me?

It was nice.

I think it was blue.

Or green.

I'm not sure.

Okay, just talk about what you're sure of.

Do you remember what you talked about?

No, I don't remember anything special.

Did he... Did he hint about anything he was planning to do?

No.

No!

The second I saw what was happening, I...

I saw him push her, or hit her.

I mean, it wasn't the second that I saw, but I couldn't believe what was

happening. All right, just take it easy.

When he came back to the car, I saw that he had her purse.

That's when I ran.

Excuse me, may I put in something here? Go ahead.

Is this the only time that you were ever with Wally Bartell?

What do you mean?

Well, he picks up a girl hitchhiking and then commits a blatant crime with her as

a witness, not as an accomplice. Cut out.

Ease off.

John, sit down.

Sit down.

Marcy, listen to me now, okay?

Come on.

I just want you to say everything, okay? Don't quit now.

Just go on.

Come on.

Oh,

God. I had on him for the ride.

He didn't offer.

And I played a game.

I started to... to let him think that...

that I might be easy.

And then he said... I said that...

that I was going to Vegas.

And he said that he would take me.

playing the sketch.

Yeah, that checks with what Mrs. Williams remembers.

And with her statement and Marcy's, we just might be able to shake loose some

other witnesses.

We just might.

Um... John.

I want to go for a ride.

Well, you bet I do.

Vegas, huh?

Thank you.

Hey, buddy.

Yeah.

Hi, are you ready? Hi, John. Come on in. Let's talk.

I don't think we have to. This says it all.

Oh, an ad agency in San Francisco said I can start tomorrow. I have a job.

Oh, well, that's kind of sudden, isn't it?

You're telling me.

It's a personnel shift.

Isn't it great, though?

I don't know. Is it?

Well, it's not that we're going to be so far apart, you know.

we're not going to be seeing much of each other.

Please, John, let me out the hook on this one.

Yeah,

if that's what you want.

Well, congratulations.

Dine my guy, John Baker.

Well, you will write, right?

Oh, sure.

Send me some of your artwork.

Oh, you bet.

You know, you're a dynamite girl.

You.

That's for real.

Hey, Marcy.

You don't need any make-believe.

You didn't believe me for a second, did you?

I need a fresh start.

And if this works out, it's gonna be because of you.

Where's Marcy? Oh, she had this rich uncle that died that left her a $2

million Rembrandt. She's having it framed. Where's Barbara?

Oh, well, she was pressing an old Italian tapestry and the iron fell on

her foot.

Stood you up, huh?

Yeah.

You too?

Yeah.

Get out of here.