Police Squad!
I was living in New York when I got hired. They flew me to L.A. where a car brought me from the airport to the beach, then I walked a half-mile in 90° heat wearing a sports jacket and spiffy East Coast shoes to meet Jerry Zucker, Jim Abrahams and David Zucker, who were judging a bikini contest. Welcome to L.A.!
As preproduction began, ABC called ZAZ to say they wouldn’t accept Leslie Nielsen as Sgt. Frank Drebin – too old. Jerry, Jim and David hung up their phones, walked out of the office and drove off the lot, saying “We don’t need this shit, we’re millionaires.”
We got Leslie.
The show was a deadpan sendup of police procedurals, in the style of ZAZ’s hit movie, “Airplane!” One of my favorite lines is in an episode I co-wrote, “Ring of Fear.” (Robert Wuhl wrote the line. But I approved it!)
A wailing sax is the musical transition to a boxing arena (according to the marquee, the card that night includes “Kramer vs. Kramer”) then to the boxer’s dressing room, where it turns out he’s the one playing the music. But Drebin takes away his instru-
ment: “Sorry,” he says. “No sax before a fight.”
I did write this, though; Drebin goes into a bar, sits on a stool. Bartender: “What’ll you have?” Drebin: “Screwdriver.” Bartender hands him a screwdriver, Nielsen adjusts the seat then returns it. (Bartender: “Anything to drink?” Drebin: “No thanks.”)