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

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What's the matter, mister?

I've never been inside a police station before.

You're a liar, Bates.

According to R and I, your package is 2 inches thick.

Lewd conduct, enraging public decency,

and now big casino, 288-PC.

This your child molester?

Yeah. We gave him his rights at the scene.

Sergeant Miller's still out there,

but he asked us to bring Bates in and book him.

How's the victim? Not too good.

Right. Mr. Bates here is kinda rough

on knee-high boys, aren't you, mister?

I'm not responsible. I've been drinking.

Why? To get up enough nerve to enter that playground restroom?

Or are you afraid that little five-year-old

might have attacked you?

Take it easy, Reed.

Get him away from here.

He scares me.

Okay. Put him in the tank. Yes, sir.

I'll have it fumigated when he leaves.

Got a minute, Pete? Yeah, sure.

I'll start on the report.

Look, I'll admit that Bates is no prized specimen,

but even so, your partner was coming on pretty strong out there.

Let me ask you something.

Is that Reed's customary attitude?

Bates is the first sex offender Reed's ever busted.

Do you remember your first one?

Reed's a probationary policeman.

That means he's got less than a year in the department.

Now frankly, and I don't care what the circumstances are,

I don't think he's qualified to be judge and jury.

Not now, not a hundred years from now.

That's just not our department.

Look, Mac, you and I weren't the greatest probationers on the planet,

but we got the job done, didn't we?

A job that's a lot tougher now

than it was seven or eight years ago.

I guarantee you Reed's a better probationary

than you or I ever thought of being.

He's better trained, better educated,

smarter all the way around.

Maybe that's the problem. He knows it.

We'll work it out. Good.

Because if you don't,

I'll do everything in my power

to help get that load off Reed's chest.

The badge.

All 97 pounds of it.

That your bust in the tank over there?

Yeah. Nice guy, huh?

What's the charge?

288-PC. A string of priors.

We grabbed him in the park.

Sounds like a sick man.

Yeah, he's sick all right.

Hey, I, uh... I saw the bulletin board.

Congratulations.

How's it feel to be an ex-probationer?

Great. It's been a rough year.

12 months of walking on eggs.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Funny. I never really thought I could do it.

Figured every day something would happen,

and I'd be tossed out on my ear.

Your sex offender over there in the tank reminded me.

How's that? Happened about six months ago.

We collared this purse snatcher,

only he didn't believe in just grabbing a woman's purse.

He used to hit 'em in the face.

"Just for kicks," he said.

I wanted to hit him.

Yeah, I know how you feel.

Yeah, I know that blue rulebook,

and I believe in it.

But I sounded off.

Not much, but almost enough.

Is that so?

My partner really let me have it.

That's when I learned about sick people.

Feels good to get out of the station. Yeah.

Incidentally, that was a pretty fair report you wrote.

Thanks.

Not to change the subject,

but when's that baby of yours due?

Oh, it won't be long now.

What are you pulling for, boy or a girl?

I don't know.

At first, I wanted a boy, and then, uh,

Jean introduced me to this little bundle down the street.

Her name's Vicky. 3 1/2 years old.

Blonde, blue eyed, 30 pounds.

She can talk your arm off.

Thinks I'm the living end.

A girl like that would be okay.

Come to think of it, that was pretty sneaky of Jean, wasn't it?

Well, when you were leaning on Bates back at the station,

is that what you were thinking about, your son?

I guess I was at that.

Hardly what you'd call an unbiased attitude.

Sorry. You want to trade me in?

What for?

You're the latest model, aren't you?

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12. Unknown trouble.

Possible DB. 10328 Toluca Lake.

One-Adam-12, Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

I'm Officer Malloy. This is my partner Jim Reed.

What seems to be the trouble?

The child's dead and that's all there is to it.

What child?

Well, they lived right here, the Ashtons,

Ruth and George.

Patsy was 2 years old

and George used to spank her something terrible.

He killed her sure as twice two is four.

Could I have your names, please?

This is Mrs. Cunningham. I'm Helen Ryan.

What makes you think the child is dead?

Well, about a week ago,

after we heard Patsy screaming for hours,

the Ashtons disappeared in the middle of the night.

Two days later, the moving van pulled up,

and they took everything.

That boat George is so crazy about,

the TV antenna, even the birdbath.

Everything except Patsy's swing set.

I take it you didn't care much for the Ashtons.

Well, nobody did, but that's beside the point.

What is the point, Mrs. Cunningham?

You'll find out. Come on.

Phew!

Now do you see?

Well, "see" isn't exactly the word.

Swing set's pretty rusty.

Same thing I said. It's all worn out.

That's not why they didn't take it.

Patsy's dead.

What do they need with a swing set?

Is the house locked?

Yes, sir, and the landlady's out of town.

Is that where it's coming from?

I don't know.

She's not under there, Officer. We looked.

You looked, dear, without your glasses.

That poor baby.

She was such a sweet little thing.

Why don't you two ladies go on home?

We'll take a look around and then we'll come and see you.

Come on, dear.

Now, you let us know where you find her.

Promise? Yes, ma'am.

That poor baby.

Reed?

Did you find something? Take a look.

Gunny sack. About the right size.

I'll get it out of there.

Wait a minute.

How many dead body calls have you been on, Reed?

Not too many. Let's count 'em up.

You've been with me ever since you got out of the police academy, right?

Right. You've never had another partner.

So the only DB calls you've rolled on have been with me.

Yeah, the one back at the hotel.

Period.

You still want to go get the sack?

Yeah.

I guess we better get homicide out here.

It's a little late, isn't it? Why?

If there was any physical evidence underneath there

besides this, uh, body,

you've pretty well messed it up, wouldn't you say?

Yeah, I guess I have at that.

Well, what do you think we ought to do now?

Only one thing to do, call the coroner.

No, we don't call the coroner.

Homicide does.

In this case, though,

I doubt if either one of them would be interested.

Some kind of fish. Pacific mackerel.

Fun to catch, hard to clean.

And if you're moving,

a great way to get even with your neighbors.

The old lady. Nothing but a busybody.

That's true. Mrs. Cunningham might be the neighborhood busybody,

but in this case, she did the right thing.

She suspected something, and she called the police.

That's the way a lot of dead bodies turn up sometimes.

Not today. No.

Today we got lucky.

All we got is a sack of fish.

But the next time it might be altogether different.

Then why didn't you stop me? What?

Well, I crawl under a porch,

I dirty up a clean uniform, skin my knees,

and all for a sack of rotten fish.

And you knew it all the time.

That's right.

And next time, you'll know it, too.

Thanks.

I'm sure glad Sergeant MacDonald is not around.

Just isn't my day. Mac's all right.

There's something I've been wanting to ask you, Malloy.

What's that?

Well, everybody around here says the same thing,

that you could have wiped out MacDonald

on the sergeant's examination a couple years ago,

but you wouldn't even take the test.

Doesn't make sense.

To you or to me?

Well, sure, out on the street's where the action is,

but you're not getting any younger.

You got to look ahead.

When opportunity comes along,

you got to grab it.

I'll remember that.

Then why? Why what?

Why don't you want to be a sergeant?

I like what I'm doing. Is that all right with you?

Sure.

I still don't understand it.

Something wrong?

Your nameplate.

I got it on.

Yeah. Upside down.

Somebody put a hole in your shirt, Reed?

Oh, no, I was, uh... looking for evidence under a porch.

Takes all kinds, I guess.

Yeah.

Anyhow, the suspect is a guy named Bates.

Ever hear of him? Doesn't ring a bell.

Same age as my kid, five years old.

You know if they said who made the bust?

They did. I missed it.

When did they get the word?

About an hour ago.

Internal injuries.

The kid died on the operating table.

I'm not gonna make it, am I, Malloy?

You'll make it.

Don't be too sure.

Now on top of everything else, I got a locker door to pay for.

I've bought a few of those myself.

You?

Me.

Just be glad they don't build them like they used to.

All units in the vicinity,

and One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12.

A 4-5-9 there now.

See the man, 1200 Loma Linda.

One-Adam-12, Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

The burglars are over there now.

Three times in the last four months they've hit me,

but today I just let the telephone ring and it worked.

They came right over.

How many are there? One and a half.

I beg your pardon?

Come on, see for yourself.

Now watch.

Here he comes.

Reed.

Whoa! Hold it now.

Easy there, son. You're not going anywhere.

He's got a companion, an adult.

He's parked in a car down in the ally.

I saw him from an upstairs window. You sure?

Well, why do you think I didn't grab the kid?

I was afraid the other one would come in shooting.

Freeze, mister, right there!

Don't move!

His name is Standish, Johnny Standish.

Hi, Pop.

I told you we shouldn't have come back here again.

Mr. Barns was laying for me.

Weren't you, pal?

Shut up, Johnny.

There's a stack of loot out on the back porch.

Johnny just drops it over the fence into the ally.

The brains there picks it up.

Is that how it works, Johnny?

For the last four months, I've been wanting to ask you.

There's a doggy door, but no dog.

How come?

Did he run away?

No, he died.

I've just never had the heart to nail up the door.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

How about another glass of milk, Johnny?

You haven't got a beer around, have you?

I told you to shut up.

You understand, Johnny?

That's enough out of you, Standish.

What happens now? Do I go to the bucket?

We'll think about it.

What's your full name, Mr. Barns?

George Barnes.

But I'll refuse to press charges

if it means sending a 10-year-old to jail.

Well, in this city, Mr. Barnes,

we don't send 10-yeard-olds to jail.

You mind if we use your phone?

It's right in there. I'll call Juvenile.

Well, here I go again.

Oh, will you get me out of here?

Aren't you forgetting something, Standish?

What?

Your son.

You forgot to say good-bye.

Where do you figure he'll end up? Johnny.

Another foster home probably.

Later on San Quentin maybe.

Or the White House. Who knows?

One thing at least.

His old man won't be bugging him anymore.

Not for a while anyway.

All units in the vicinity

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

a 211 in progress.

Two suspects with guns there now.

At the grocery store.

8854 Wilkins Street. One-Adam-12, Code 3.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Open this! Open this!

It's locked! Can't you see?

Hold it right there! If you move, I shoot!

Shoot, pig!

Go ahead and shoot! No!

No!

Turn around, hands against the fence.

Don't shoot! Please don't shoot! I got no gun!

On your feet. Come on.

You're a tough guy, whitey. You're a real tough guy.

You're a tough guy.

Feet back and spread 'em.

What's your name?

Vern Bayliss.

He's Binger, Carl Binger.

I didn't know he was going to shoot him!

You shouldn't have said that, Bayliss.

All right, pay attention.

You're both under arrest.

"You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain silent..."

You're pigs, both of you.

You're big, fat pigs.

"If you give up the right to remain silent

"anything you say can and will be used

"against you in a court of law.

"You have the right to speak with an attorney

"and to have the attorney present during questioning.

"If you so desire and cannot afford one,

an attorney will be appointed for you without charge before questioning."

You understand these rights as I've explained them to you?

I understand you're a pig.

A cop pig.

All right, turn around, both of you.

Look behind you, whitey.

Tell me what you see.

Let's go.

Those are my people, whitey.

What are you going to do about 'em?

Do all the talking you want, Binger,

but don't incite to riot, you dig?

Oh, I'm smarter than that, whitey.

I'm just going to talk sweet and low...

right in your pretty pink ear.

All right, get moving.

Okay, break it up, folks.

Hey, let's go get 'em.

Hey, wait a minute. Are you guys crazy?

You know what happened back there?

What?

Grocery store up the street.

That pair shot and killed a man and his wife.

People that have been grub staking

this neighborhood for years.

Yeah, white people.

No, black people.

You're going to lose your cool, pig.

What if I stop right here and spit in your face?

Pig! Go ahead, pig!

That's all we need is more trouble!

Once upon a time, there were pigs.

They squealed and the squealed,

and a whole bunch of them came crawling out of the sty.

There's some more.

They're pigs!

See these pigs?

You're not doing anything about 'em!

That's right, soul brother.

187-PC, two counts.

All we wanted was a bottle of wine!

Kill these pigs! Kill these pigs!

Kill these pigs!

You didn't say a word all the way in.

What's the problem?

I was thinking about Bates.

That five-year-old kid who was alive and well

when we came to work this morning.

Yeah.

Is there a trick to it? A trick to what?

Putting them out of your mind.

The boy, Bates and the others.

I still haven't learned how to shut them out.

You will.

Mind if I come in?

Not at all. Come on in.

Your sergeant out front said you were still here.

I'm glad I found you.

What can we do for you, Mister...

Smith. Jessie Smith.

I was there when you got those two gunman.

Yeah, I remember.

There's something I wanted to talk to you about.

But all of a sudden, I don't know.

I feel kinda silly.

We appreciate what you did out there this afternoon.

You helped stop something before it got started.

Thanks. That's what I wanted to talk to you about.

Go ahead. We're listening.

Those people in that store,

the ones that were shot and killed,

they were friends of mine.

We're sorry to hear that.

They were friends of that neighborhood.

But if I'd never heard of them,

I'd still feel like I had to apologize.

You know what I mean?

We understand.

Be seeing ya.

So long.

And Mr. Smith?

Thanks for coming in, huh?

Thanks, Sergeant. Sure.

Good. I see he found you all right.

Nice guy. Yeah, he is.

How you doing, Reed?

That's a good question.

He's doing just fine.

Just thought I'd ask.

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