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Lincoln X-ray Ida 483.

One-Adam-12, a 415... fight group,

with chains and knives.

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Reed, Malloy, you get your school assignment?

Yeah, we're just getting ready to leave.

Who are we supposed to see out there?

Well, the principal's a Mr. Wesley.

His fifth graders wanted to meet a couple of real live policemen,

so I told him I'd send him my two best men.

And they had the day off, so you're sending us.

Take it easy, Reed.

You're stepping on his punch line.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, Reed, how do you like playing Policeman Bill?

I enjoy it.

Kids ask some sharp questions.

Keeps you on your toes.

Yeah, we're a great team.

I make the introduction, Reed supplies the answers.

It works out just fine.

Sounds like a perfect division of labor.

I get a kick out of it, really.

Besides, the more kids we talk to in school,

the fewer we're going to have to talk to on the street.

Reed, you got a great future in this business.

You, uh, going out for the Games, Sarge?

Only one thing stops me: the competition.

You're reading my mind.

Look at this guy here, for instance.

Makes 1967 seem like an awful long time ago.

Was that the year you won the shot put?

Yeah. San Diego, 1967.

That was the year the Olympic Games began, right?

Right.

They've been getting bigger and better ever since.

Now, this year they're really expanding.

More than 12 departments want to compete.

California and Nevada both. Yeah, I heard.

We're counting on you for at least one gold medal.

Right, Malloy?

Oh, yeah. At least one.

I'll do my best.

We're going to start working out tomorrow.

Right, partner?

Tomorrow?

Uh, yeah. Sure. You, Malloy?

Yeah, he's thinking about entering the high jump.

He is, huh? Keep it under your hat, will you, Mac?

Oh, don't worry. I mean, I wouldn't want to scare everybody else out.

Boys and girls, this is Officer Malloy.

This is Officer Reed.

Today, though,

they're both Policeman Bill.

That's the name the Police Department has

for its school program.

Its purpose is to help us get better acquainted.

Officers regularly visit schools all over the city,

and I think we're fortunate to have these gentlemen here with us today.

I hope you'll give them your undivided attention.

I know you will.

Thank you, Mr. Wesley.

Well, you can all relax.

Nobody's going to get arrested.

See, policemen do a lot of other things

besides just writing tickets and arresting people.

Yeah, they give speeches.

That's right.

But Officer Reed here is much better at that than I am.

So why don't you take over, partner?

Now, one of the things that a policeman must do

is keep himself in good physical condition.

Now in that connection,

one of the different types of activity

might be the Police Olympic Games.

Officer Malloy and I are going to begin training tomorrow

for this year's competition.

We're going to be working out

at the high school down the street.

Hey, mind if we come and watch? I'm glad to have you.

Actually, we haven't decided which events we're going to enter,

so tomorrow we'll be doing a little bit of everything.

Like a decathlon, right?

Yeah, a real homemade decathlon.

We don't set many records, but we have a lot of fun.

It must be a tremendous relief.

Beg your pardon?

From your daily routine.

You know, from people who call you Gestapo and Stormtroopers.

Hey, you got a point there.

Jennifer is our expert on current events.

She's an expert on just about everything.

Don't believe it? Ask her.

How about you, Jennifer?

Do you think we're Gestapo or Stormtroopers?

Oh, no, sir.

The world being what it is today and all,

I think it's fantastic.

I mean, the job you policemen do,

just fantastic.

Who's that boy?

Name's Tony Niccola.

He's an all right boy.

Kind of hard to reach.

Aw, what's the problem, son?

Don't you want to sit inside?

Me, in a cop car?

You got to be kidding.

I don't blame you.

It's not very interesting, really.

Just an ordinary black and white patrol car.

Radio, siren, hotsheet desk,

shotgun rack, you know. Yeah.

Seats are pretty comfortable, though.

Especially that front one.

Tell you what.

When Jennifer's had her turn, why don't you check it out?

No. I don't think so.

No, thanks.

Suit yourself.

All right, has everybody tried it?

Yeah!

All right, it can also be operated by foot, like this.

Or we can set the siren automatically.

Now, by flipping this switch,

the device becomes an outside radio speaker

and a public address system.

For crowd control and riots.

Right, Mike. Saves shouting.

Let's make a radio test call.

One-Adam-12 to Control One, how do you read this unit?

One-Adam-12, loud and clear.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Mind of I try it?

A police radio isn't a toy, Michael.

Jennifer's right, Mike.

A police radio is a very specialized piece of equipment.

To use it properly we have to learn a whole new language.

For instance, "Code 2" means respond to the call immediately

without red lights or siren.

Code 3 is an emergency,

and red lights and siren are used.

It's not a secret, so why the code?

It saves time.

For an example, "Code 1" means acknowledge a call,

Code 4: no further help needed, and so forth.

Wow! What a wagon.

Where do you keep the shotgun, Bill?

It's down here, and there's one in the trunk.

I've noticed police cars have just a fantastic pickup.

Well, they do.

Zero to 60 miles an hour in 7 seconds

and a top speed of 120 miles an hour.

One-Adam-29, One-Adam-29,

see the man, a 507.

917 Martha Street, second-floor apartment.

All right, I've told you about our call sign.

Now can anybody tell me about One-Adam-29?

Yes, sir.

In the case of One-Adam-29,

the "one" refers to the central division,

"Adam" of course meaning a two-man unit,

and "29" the reporting district within the division.

Is that correct?

Very good, Jennifer.

Straight As.

Yeah, super brain.

Okay, let's say we're referring to a special detective unit.

The call letter would be K or "King" instead of "Adam."

Now, each unit would have its own designation.

What do you call a motorcycle?

A motorcycle is designated as "Mary."

Mary! A girl's name?

The 507 you heard

means there was a minor disturbance at the apartment,

maybe somebody playing their radio too loud.

What's the number for a robbery?

211. And there's a 415, disturbing the peace,

and 484 is theft.

Bill? Yes, Mike?

What do you have to do to join up?

Mature, Michael, that's what.

Honestly, he's such a clod.

I want to thank you gentlemen again for coming out today.

They're nice kids, Mr. Wesley. Well, thank you.

They're pretty excited about meeting you fellows

at the field tomorrow.

We're looking forward to it.

Will you be visiting another school today? Not today.

We'll be on patrol the rest of the afternoon.

Yeah. After a slight delay.

Slashed.

Yeah, this one too.

I don't know what to say.

This is terrible.

The boy I was talking to earlier, Tony,

he was holding a pocket knife.

You're right.

He was, wasn't he?

Is he a trouble-maker?

Not as a rule.

It's his attitude.

Like his father's.

And we've had our run-ins with Mr. Niccola.

He's a stubborn man and not very reasonable.

Right now we'd better have a talk with Tony.

Of course. I'll be right back.

What did you do with the knife, Tony?

Look, do you realize what's involved here, young man?

You not only damaged property,

but you might have also endangered lives.

He's right, son.

For example, after only 5/32 of an inch of tread

are worn off these tires, they're changed.

That means a new set every six weeks.

These tires were brand-new.

Your parents helped pay for that property, Tony.

Right. And it isn't only the cost of the tires.

How about the salary for two idle policemen for an hour?

Now add on the cost of having a maintenance man

drive out here on a truck with some new rubber.

All together, the tax payers are out a pretty heavy chunk.

Plus the fact that we're not on patrol right now.

That's even more important.

At this very moment there's a neighborhood near here

that's partially unprotected,

all because some thoughtless kid slashed our tires.

But there were a lot of kids hanging around here.

A whole bunch of guys!

But you had the knife.

Are you going to take me in

because you think I had a knife?

We know you had it. We saw it.

And you cut those tires, now admit it!

How about it, son?

Honest, I swear I didn't do it!

Please, won't anybody believe me?

The man says he's not guilty, partner.

Yeah. So I heard.

Well, one thing at least.

The business with our tires made for a short afternoon.

Personally, I'll take a longer afternoon and less paperwork.

Funny thing.

I'm still not sure the Niccola kid cut our tires.

Hard to convince, aren't you.

Well, it's just that he seems so honest.

I can usually tell when a kid's lying.

Usually, but not this time.

Anyhow, I wonder how many kids will show up.

Show up where?

At our workout tomorrow.

The Police Olympics, remember?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Well, you said you were going to compete.

Now don't tell me that you changed your mind. No, no.

The high jump, that what you going out for? You bet.

What time you want to get started, around 7 A.M.?

Well, why don't we shade that a little, huh?

Well, let's get at it early. Tomorrow's our day off.

That's what I mean, pal. Sure.

Let's start in the daylight, not in the middle of the night.

You sure about that?

Positive.

There's the mark where the shot landed.

See?

Okay, Jim, let her go!

You want it higher this time, Jim?

How about 6 feet even?

Okay, wait a minute. Hold it.

You guys are getting too anxious.

Get that tape over there, Jenny.

I want to check how high this bar is.

What'd you do with it, Wallace?

You hear that, Pete? Wallace!

Aw, knock it off, Michael!

Hi, Tony.

Hi.

Hey, this is quite a surprise.

Oh. Oh, uh, I live down the street.

I mess around here a lot.

Uh, still working out?

Yeah, Pete and I.

Hey, by the way, we're looking for somebody

who knows how to operate a stopwatch.

You ever use one? Well, who hasn't?

What's the big deal?

Well, plenty. You have to be accurate.

Hey, how about it? You want to give us a hand?

Uh, I don't know.

Why not? Hey, great.

First, I have to make a phone call, though.

Do a favor, will you?

Get the watch out of my partner's car?

It's in the glove compartment.

It's a blue Mustang parked in the street

just outside the gate there.

Hey, Tony.

Meet you back here, huh?

Yeah. Sure.

Wow! Great jump, Pete!

Man, that must be over 20 feet, easy.

Measure it, Mike. Hurry up!

It might be a record.

All right, let's see him beat that one.

Huh, troops?

You're not measuring it right, Reuben.

Aw, get lost, will ya?

Take it easy, Reuben.

She's just trying to help. Aren't you, Jenny?

Your hand touched 3 feet behind your body,

an obvious foul.

You're kiddin'!

Did it? Right there, see?

Look at the sand.

Your hand touched, Officer Malloy.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Let me take a look.

I don't see anything.

It doesn't look like the sand's been disturbed.

What is this now, a frame?

No, Officer Malloy.

It's clear to me the sand's been brushed a little.

See? Look.

Hey, what's going on?

We got a hassle.

Jenny here claims I fouled on my jump.

Oh, is that so?

I'm afraid he did,

even though it was just a fantastic effort.

Well, you're the boss, Jenny.

Would you excuse us?

Have you seen the kid Tony?

You know, the guy with the knife? No. Why?

I spoke to him about 10 minutes ago over by the fountain

and asked him to clock the race.

He said he'd get the stopwatch

out of your car and be right over.

Maybe he found something more exciting,

like some uncut tires.

I'll get the watch.

Okay, you robbers, now smooth out that sand.

And this time I mean like glass.

You want a measurement?

Will you excuse us, kids?

The watch is gone.

The watch is gone, huh? Uh-huh.

And Tony, too, right?

Hey, did you guys come here to talk or work out?

Okay, you kids gather up all that stuff.

We'll have the race over where we threw the shot.

Isn't it correct, Officer Malloy,

to say "put the shot"?

Okay, come on, now. Ready?

On your mark.

Get set. Go!

I'm looking for a 12-year-old kid,

Tony Niccola, dark hair, about this tall.

What do you want him for? I'm his father.

Oh, I'm Pete Malloy.

Look, when you find him, let me know, will ya?

I think he's got my stopwatch.

What do you mean?

I mean I think your son has taken my stopwatch.

Taken?

You saying my boy stole your watch?

We're not sure, Mr. Niccola.

We didn't actually see Tony take it,

but it kind of looks that way.

Now I get it.

You're the two cops who claim Tony cut the tires

on their patrol car, is that right?

Let's just say we've got our suspicions.

I got news for you. You're wrong.

Tony wouldn't do a thing like that.

The tires were cut, Tony had a knife, and ditched it.

Why? How do I know?

Maybe it was that big shot Principal Wesley.

He called my wife last night while I was at work.

It's a good thing I wasn't there

because I'd have set him straight, believe you me.

What's Tony done now?

Nothing. I want him home, that's all.

You guys got his mother so upset, she's...

She's driving me nuts!

Come on, you guys.

Let's go back to the finish line.

On your mark.

Get set. Go!

Hey, look who's here.

Thought you might need these.

Thanks.

Your father was here looking for you, Anthony.

Yeah, I know. I saw him.

If he's up at this hour, you try to stay out of his way.

Anything wrong, Tony?

It's not the tires,

if that's what you're thinking.

Your father must be dreadfully difficult

to live with, Anthony.

Ask my mom.

Wow, 9.6!

9.6, that must be a world's record!

Read it right there!

Yeah, 9.6. I can't believe it.

Man, that's right smack on the money.

That's really movin'.

You mean flying! What a race!

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I admit he's fast, but not 9.6.

He's not that fast.

Well, I clocked it, didn't I?

And I clocked 9.6.

All right, don't get excited.

How about it, Speed?

What's your best time in the 100?

Oh, my best was 10.1, but who knows.

Maybe conditions were just right today.

Yeah, and maybe somebody was just a little quick on the trigger.

Are you saying I cheated, Malloy?

Well, uh, maybe we measured it wrong.

Maybe we ran a short course.

It was exactly 100 yards.

I measured it myself, Officer Malloy.

I couldn't have made a mistake.

I was extremely careful.

Fantastic race, Mr. Reed.

Just fantastic.

Here.

Now that you've decided you're the future 440 champ,

I suppose you want to jog on home.

Don't let me keep you.

So you're not going to enter anything, huh?

Nope.

I'm going to drive slowly home

and take a nice, long, quiet nap.

I got the message.

Hi. I thought your mother was picking you up.

She is.

I just wanted to thank you for the ice cream,

Officer Reed. My pleasure.

Michael and the other kids said "thank you," too.

They really didn't, those clods. I know.

Honestly, no manners at all.

Oh, thanks.

I hope you're not mad.

Why should I be mad?

Well, I was wrong about that measurement.

And I was so positive.

Ah, 93 yards and 6 inches, that's pretty close.

Actually, I didn't come back to discuss my error,

Officer Malloy.

I thought I'd better tell you about Anthony.

What about him? His father came up to the ice cream truck.

He was very angry.

Pulled Anthony away before he even got his ice cream.

I'm glad his father found him.

I certainly hope there's not any trouble about the gun.

What was that again, Jenny?

Anthony has a gun, a real one.

It's tucked in his belt.

I saw it when his jacket slipped.

Tony, Mr. Niccola.

Come on, what is it this time?

Tony, do you want to tell him or shall I?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Okay, son, we'll give it to you straight.

You're packing a gun and we want it.

You nuts? My boy with a gun?

What are you guys trying to pull?

Unzip the jacket, Tony.

He'll do no such thing. You got not right.

Oh, yes, we do.

Is there something going on here

I don't know about?

You better be right, mister.

I hope we're wrong.

We were told Tony has a revolver

stuck in his belt.

We want to find out.

Okay.

Off with the jacket.

All right, hold it, son! No hold it!

Let me go! Let me go!

Come on, Tony, you're not going anywhere now!

Let me go! What do you say?

What do you say?

Tony, what are you doing with that thing?

You gone nuts?

I'm sorry, Pop. I'm really sorry.

Tell me, son.

What do you want with a gun?

My gun or any gun?

You're smarter than that. I know you are.

But I thought something terrible might happen.

You and Mom were fighting, so I took your gun.

Oh, boy.

Talk about a communications gap.

Yes, sir.

Sounds like you got a few bridges to build.

I didn't mean to cause anyone any trouble.

Honest, I didn't.

You were just so mad and I got scared.

You didn't cause the trouble, son.

It's going to be all right, believe me.

I'll pay for the tires, Pete.

Honest, I will.

I cut them like you said I did.

Guess I was kind of mad, too, huh?

Yeah.

I'm glad you took it out on the tires.

But, Pop, those tires were awful expensive.

Weren't they, Pete?

It all depends, Tony.

But you said they were, remember?

In this case, it might turn out that they're dirt cheap.

Hey. Hiya, Tony.

Still working out, huh?

That's our motto, son.

"Stay in shape."

My dad took me to the Police Olympics.

You ran a good race.

Aw, thanks.

Malloy here claims I had a following wind.

Where's your medal, at home?

No. I just happen to have it with me right here in this bag.

You want to see it? Looks like any other gold medal, doesn't it?

That's right, Tony.

You see one gold medal, you've seen 'em all.

Yeah, sure.

Pardon me.

You like it?

Not bad. Not bad.

Eh, I got lucky.

Well, I'll see you around.

Hey, Tony.

Stop by the station sometime.

I'll spring for the ice cream.

Are you kidding? Why?

Well, think about it.

I am thinking about it.

Me, in a police station?

What do you want me to do, ruin my reputation?

One, two, three, four.

Little faster. Six, seven.

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