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One-Adam-12, a 415... fight group with chains and knives.

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Looks like a man down over there.

Where? Over there by the tree.

One-Adam-38, One-Adam-38.

See the man. ADW report.

Hey, friend.

Is he drunk?

I don't think so.

You better call an ambulance.

One-Adam-12, requesting an ambulance

at 6252 West Van Arden, in the alley.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Hey, that man's a citizen. What are you doing to him?

Why don't you just leave him alone?

Do you know this man?

Never saw him before.

How about you folks? Anybody know him?

Do you know how long he's been here?

He's not bothering anybody, is he?

What's all the fuss about?

He doesn't look injured.

Give me a hand.

Let's roll him over and make it easier for him.

Hey, you're gonna hurt him.

No, we're not.

What are you doing that to him for?

He's having trouble breathing. Looks drunk to me.

We don't think so. Are you gonna arrest him?

That depends on what's wrong with him.

He'll get a medical examination.

Are you with a newspaper?

Nope. You?

Uh-uh.

Why don't you just let the poor guy alone?

For one thing, he can't take care of himself or his property.

It's his decision, isn't it?

I mean, nobody twisted his arm to make him get drunk.

Like my partner said, we don't think he's drunk.

What do you people think, huh?

Do you think he's drunk? Does he look drunk to you?

You see winos lying around like this all the time.

Sure.

He's drunk.

Narcotics?

Ah, there's that dirty word.

What's the difference why he's lying there, huh?

Who's he bothering?

Well, he could die.

Come on.

There's no point in discussing it.

Maybe he's happy.

Or isn't that allowed anymore?

All right, folks, move back.

Come on, the ambulance attendants have to get through here.

Back up, please.

All the way back.

Man, this is ridiculous.

Alcoholism's a disease, right?

It's an emotional illness.

We all know that.

But the only answer the cops got

is to throw the poor guy in jail.

I tell ya, it's sickening.

All right, thank you.

Overdose victim, huh?

Right.

Did they actually interfere with you?

No, sir. They looked like they were

trying to get some kind of an incident started,

but they didn't have the right crowd for it.

What about this other time?

Well, that was last night.

We had a call on a juvenile group up in the hills.

They showed up just about the time we finished.

Same car? Yes, sir. The red Mustang.

They took a few pictures and talked to some of the kids

who were walking away. That's about all.

I'll pass this on to the other watch commanders.

If they show up again, don't let them interfere, of course.

But watch your step, how you get involved.

You'll have to use your judgment, Malloy.

Yes, sir.

No sign of them.

You're going to get a sore neck, partner.

I guess you're right.

They just bug me, that's all.

You don't say.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12,

phone this station.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

They don't bother you?

Only the photographer.

He still hasn't gotten my good profile.

Do you happen to know the area code down there?

Okay, we'll take care of it right away.

You see them?

Yeah, they're legally parked.

Put us out to that address.

What's this?

I have to go down. Give her the word.

One-Adam-12, Code 6.2098 Hood Drive.

Mrs. Estrellas Sanchez? Yes.

We're police officers. My name's Malloy.

This is my partner, Officer Reed.

We'd like to talk to you.

What's wrong?

Can we come in, please?

I suppose.

Is there anybody else here at home with you?

No.

Could we all sit down, please?

I think you better tell me what this is about first,

because I have never had any trouble with the police.

And I haven't done anything wrong.

Nobody says you have, Mrs. Sanchez.

That's not why we're here.

Oh. Well, please sit down.

Thank you.

Well, you see a police car out in front,

and right away you imagine all sorts of things.

And I have gotten a few traffic tickets.

Please don't mind the way the place looks.

When my husband's not here, I sort of let things go, you know.

It looks just fine, Mrs. Sanchez.

Just fine, really.

Oh.

I should have thought.

The phone company gave you my name.

No, ma'am.

I was frightened when those calls started,

I don't mind telling you.

It was a man.

You know the kind of calls I mean.

And my husband is away a lot.

Raul is in the Merchant Marines.

And the phone company said

that I should call and tell you, the police.

But when Raul came home, he said the best thing

is to get an unlisted number.

And I haven't had any trouble,

oh, for two months now.

I suppose he's started in on some other poor woman.

And I'll be more than glad to help.

Mrs. Sanchez... Yes?

We have to tell you something.

I'm afraid it's bad news.

Oh.

Mrs. Sanchez, I hope you'll forgive me,

I tried to think of some other way,

some better way to say this,

but I couldn't.

We've been asked to notify you

of the death of your husband.

Raul?

We're very sorry.

Do you have any relatives in town?

Anybody that could come and stay with you?

No.

What about a friend?

Maybe one of the neighbors?

No, no.

No, you have made a mistake.

I'm afraid not.

Yes, you are Los Angeles Police.

And Raul is in Galveston, Texas.

Yes, ma'am.

Apparently, the Galveston authorities

tried to call you, and when they couldn't,

they asked us to get in touch with you.

Oh.

How did it happen?

We don't know, ma'am.

We have the number of a man in Galveston

for you to contact.

If you'd like, I could place the call for you right now.

No.

I'll make the call later.

Our number's here, too.

If there's anything we can do for you,

please let us know.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Officer?

You couldn't have made a mistake, could you?

We're very sorry.

An awful thing.

Yeah.

We've got company.

What's going on?

Official business.

We saw that woman crying. What did you do to her?

2507 Beverly Boulevard.

Is that... is that a radio in your car?

One-T 45, One-Tom 45. Ambulance traffic.

That black box with a rod sticking out of it?

Yes, sir.

That's a radio.

Is there any law against it?

That depends on how you use it.

What's your name?

We're going to do that bit, huh?

I don't follow.

Shaking us down, what else?

All I asked was your name.

Mark A. Gurney.

My driver's license with my current address.

My draft card.

And my Social Security card.

Gerald T. Bowen.

That's a new CHP sticker on that car.

You won't find any violations on it.

See, we knew sooner or later you'd try to harass us.

Nobody's harassing you. Nobody's going to.

What's the deal with you fellows?

Just a couple of concerned citizens,

interested in law enforcement.

That's all there is to it, huh?

You're a public servant.

Can't a taxpayer ask you a few questions?

It all depends.

Try me.

What's so special about this business here?

You took the call by phone. Why?

I told you, they're trying to dodge us.

No, sir. It's standard procedure sometimes.

What did you do to that woman in there?

Why was she crying?

We didn't do anything to her.

Let's just go up and find out.

You leave the woman alone!

Her husband just died.

He was out of town, we had to tell her.

They let you guys do things like that?

Yeah, why?

It's the kind of thing

that ought to be done with sensitivity and tact.

Am I right? That's right.

I think we better go up and check it out, just make sure.

We asked you not to go up there.

Who's going to stop us?

Let's get a couple of things straight...

Oh, wait a minute.

Are you telling me I can't go up to that house

and knock on that door?

Why annoy the poor woman?

She's got enough trouble.

Weren't you the one

that said something about sensitivity and tact?

The point is we have our rights.

What about her rights?

Look, fellows, my partner and I

are out here to protect lives and property.

Now, if you want to follow us around,

that's your privilege.

But you don't have the privilege of interfering with us

in the performance of our duty.

You do that, you break the law.

Do we understand each other?

Sure.

How'd you tell her?

"Hey, lady, your husband just kicked off"?

That the way you did it?

Do you believe those guys?

What are we waiting for?

Give them a chance to get out of here.

They're really starting to burn me up.

Take it easy. It's just a lot of talk.

Well, maybe that's the last we'll see of them.

I doubt it very much.

What's going on?

Stand back, out of the way, please.

Hey, you're going to tell us, aren't ya?

What'd the guy do?

Let's go.

There are knives.

Knives.

Hundreds of them.

Coming through the wall.

Everywhere you look.

Coming through the wall.

Uh-huh.

I don't have a drop of blood in me.

Do you know that?

Oh, yes, you do.

Oh, no I don't.

Not one drop.

Now.

It's beginning to start.

Now!

It's going to start!

Uhh!

All... All right, Henderson.

Aah!

Aah!

You're okay, Henderson.

My nose! My nose!

He's bleeding. We've got to get him to a hospital.

Hey!

Your turn, partner.

I'll be in the coffee room. Right.

Sergeant?

Sit down, Reed.

You're familiar with the allegation against you and your partner?

Yes, sir, I am.

There's no need to be formal. Make yourself comfortable.

This John Henderson claims that we used excessive force

against him in the police car on the 18th.

Seen the paper?

Yes, sir.

One of the guys showed it to me in the locker room.

They told us they weren't newspaper men.

Bowen and Gurney?

Yeah.

Technically, they're not,

but they know some of the people on the paper.

The pictures were a gift.

You've talked to them?

I'm taking statements from everybody involved.

You're next.

Where do you want me to start?

What was your first contact with Henderson?

Well, we got a call around 5:10 on the 18th.

A 415... man throwing stones

at some cars over on East Auburn.

We got over there and observed him

throw something at one of the houses.

It was probably a rock.

He picked up a bottle.

I think he was going to throw it at the car.

Look, uh,

most of this is in the arrest report.

Yeah, I have a copy.

Well, we got the cuffs on him

and took him over to the car.

He was stoned out of his mind.

He kept muttering.

Later at the hospital, he told us that

he'd been drinking wine and dropping pills.

Well, about this point,

those other two, Bowen and Gurney, pulled up,

and Bowen took some pictures.

We got right out of there.

For a few seconds, Henderson was quiet.

What was you frame of mind?

How do you mean?

Well, what sort of a mood were you in?

Were you mad, happy, what?

Did they tell you I was mad?

We have a statement

that you've shown unnecessary belligerence.

That's not so.

While I was wrestling around with Henderson,

I was keyed up, yeah, but I wasn't mad at him or anything.

I've been irritated at those other two, I admit that.

All right.

Well, they've been following us around,

and on at least three occasions,

they've been deliberately provocative.

I'd like to include that in my statement.

All right, go on.

Well, Henderson started struggling and kicking,

and I did my best to get him down on the floor.

Malloy stopped the car to give me a hand.

At one point, Henderson threw himself forward

and he banged his face on the back of the front seat.

His nose started bleeding,

and Bowen and Gurney followed us to Central Receiving.

That's where they got the other picture.

Look, I know it looks bad, Sergeant,

but I didn't strike the prisoner at any point,

and neither did Malloy.

That's about it.

Is there anything you'd like to add?

No, sir.

What happens now?

When I have all the statements,

I pass them on to Lieutenant Moore.

He'll review them, make a recommendation,

pass them on to the Captain.

He may or may not change the recommendation.

Then the captain sends the whole thing along to Internal Affairs.

You could both be cleared, sent down, or fired.

Depends on the recommendation.

When do we find out?

About ten days.

Doesn't seem fair.

Sure it's fair.

I don't agree.

They're abusing a legitimate grievance procedure.

We knock ourselves out to do a good job, and now this.

Maybe we should stencil it on our uniforms...

"Good Cops, Handle With Care."

What's the matter? Don't you feel appreciated?

Ah, it's not that. It's...

Henderson and Bowen and Gurney are lying, and you know it.

Why get all bent out of shape? It won't do any good.

I guess you're right.

They're back a few blocks behind us again.

Now what are they after?

To stir up an incident.

Find themselves a thin-skinned cop to follow.

Meaning me.

You let them get you mad enough,

they'll get what they're looking for.

You'll make a mistake.

And then that'll go on the record, too.

What bothers me is the mistake you make

might cost me my neck.

All units in the vicinity and One-Adam-27, One-Adam-27.

211 just occurred.

9743 North Oakwood, at the liquor store.

Three suspects last seen eastbound on Crescent.

One-Adam-27 handle, Code 2.

Let's take Laurelwood.

They might cut over toward the freeway.

All units additional, on the 211 on North Oakwood.

Suspects, three male Caucasians in a brown Ford.

Partial license, Boy Ocean Queen.

Suspect 1... a blue jacketl.

Carries a small caliber blue steel revolver.

Suspect 2, 6 feet, black leather jacket.

Suspect 3, 5'8 " to 5'10", blond, white shirt.

Are you with me or aren't you?

Right here.

Ford sedan, three male Caucasians.

You can charge out a militia.

Well, that's an easy mistake.

All right, hold it right there!

Over here, let's go!

Hands against the wall, feet back and spread 'em.

One-Adam-12.

We have three suspects in custody

at 5254 Laurelwood.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Put your feet back.

Don't take your eyes off them.

You two get out of here. Move it!

They don't fit the descriptions.

I said get out of here! You understand?

What did you do?

Grab the first three guys you see?

Hey, you men.

They give you your rights?

Reed, get on the radio.

We'll need an ambulance and a backup unit.

Right.

You two stay right where you are.

This is bad. I mean, we had no idea.

Yeah. You do now, don't you?

You didn't have to tell me, you know?

Tell you what?

About keeping my eye on the suspects.

Oh, I just wanted to make sure, partner.

I understand.

Good, I wouldn't want you getting sore at me.

Homicide team's coming right in.

Either of you feel shaky? Anything like that?

Fine.

Everything's okay.

It's liable to be a long night.

We know.

When did the bystander die?

We just got the word.

For a while there, they thought he was going to make it.

It was too bad.

Yeah, especially for a wife and three kids.

Well, I hope Gurney and Bowen are happy.

They've been at the hospital ever since the shooting.

They were there when the man died.

I wouldn't say they're exactly overjoyed.

What happens to them now?

We made an application for a complaint

to the city attorney.

Seemed the best way to go.

They were partly responsible for what happened out there.

The killing and all. What'll they be charged with?

Well, it's up to the city attorney.

We just lay it out for him.

What's the matter, Reed?

I don't know.

It just seems like such a shame.

A man is dead, and it shouldn't have happened.

I'd hate to be Bowen or Gurney.

Yeah. Too bad they're both so young.

Why do you say that?

They're sure going to have a lot of time

to think about it.

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