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One-Adam-12, no warrant

Lincoln X-ray Ida 483.

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

with chains and knives.

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What's the matter, buddy? You tired?

I didn't sleep too well last night. Is that so?

Yeah, I dreamed that I delivered our baby.

Oh. How'd it go?

Not too bad. Glad to hear it.

No, I wasn't nervous or anything. You said I handled it like a regular doctor.

I did? Yeah, you were there. Weird, huh?

Pretty weird.

What's the matter? I thought we got a call.

Nah, I'd have heard it.

Anyway, the whole caper went down just like they trained us at the academy.

I'm glad to hear it. Now if we get an expectant-mother call,

you can handle the whole thing by yourself.

Did you ever deliver a baby?

Once. How was it?

Busy. She had twins.

Her husband passed out cold and my partner got sick.

Hmm. Twins, huh?

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, a screaming woman. 216 Kentucky Street,

apartment 3, Code 2. One-Adam-12, roger.

You hear anything?

Not a sound. Maybe we're too late.

If there were a woman screaming, there should be a crowd of people out here.

You're right. Maybe I wrote down the wrong number.

This is the right address.

I'm gonna kick it.

Are you all right? Of course I'm all right.

Sylvia didn't lay a hand on me.

Who's Sylvia?

Bronson.

I beg your pardon? That's me... Sylvia Bronson.

What is your name, ma'am?

I'm Mrs. Sarah Shapiro.

Could we come in, please? Why not?

What have you ladies been up to here?

Practicing karate. What else?

Listen, these days a girl has to know how to protect herself.

You just show me a bad guy, I give him this...

One chop.

That's why we were called...

The noise, all the yelling and the pounding.

Somebody called about a yell?

Who could be such a sneak?

One of the neighbors must've been concerned that you ladies were getting beat up.

When we got here just now, we thought the same thing.

For 3 months we've been practicing every Sunday.

Not one little peep have I heard from the neighbors.

Not one peep. Not a peep.

Aha! I told you the police would come!

There they are, brave and bold.

Rose Miller. Aha. She could do it.

No, she's visiting her son in Pasadena.

Look, it's not important who called.

Ethel E. Jacoby. Who cares?

Remember how she laughed when she saw us in our suits? Who cares who called?

That is not nice. Listen, will you listen to me?

It was not Ethel. It was me.

I called the police.

Yes, I called them.

Look, I've got a lot of work to do, but with your yelling

and your jumping around, this is impossible!

I'm afraid this is something you're gonna have to

work out with Mrs. Shapiro.

I don't think so.

Couldn't you... Do you have to go? Another little moment?

Sorry, sir.

Officer, you know, I...

No! No!

No! No!

Well, shall we?

No way, pal.

One-Adam-43, One-Adam-43.

A hit-and-run felony.

1203 West Salem Avenue. Code 2.

One-Adam-43, no A.I. units available.

That's in our district, partner.

Clear us and buy the call.

One-Adam-12 is clear, and we'll handle the call

at 1203 West Salem Avenue.

One-Adam-12, roger.

One-Adam-43, One-Adam-43, cancel your call,

1203 West Salem Avenue.

One-Adam-12 will handle.

All right, step back, folks.

Clear back, please. Give us some room.

Come on, folks, step back.

Better call the Sergeant with a camera, and get me a piece of chalk out of the trunk.

Right. All right, folks, everybody back up on the curb, please.

Come on. Thank you.

Back on the sidewalk.

Did anybody see what happened? No, sir.

Did any of you folks see the girl before the accident?

I did. We did.

Yes, sir? She was in this bar drinking with some guy.

They were arguing, fighting.

Thank you very much, sir. Anybody that saw the girl in the bar,

please stay here until we get a chance to talk to you.

Outline the purse and everything in it. Then outline the body.

Right.

What you got? Hit-and-run.

Let's have a look.

Here's her driver's license.

Any witnesses? Not so far.

Got her I.D.? Barbara Stewart, 24, Redondo Beach.

Here you go, Malloy.

Okay, Sarge? Not yet. I want to get a couple more shots.

Malloy?

Take a look. Tire marks.

What are they? Brake skids?

They look more like acceleration marks.

They're intermittent, like the rear tires

broke traction, then caught hold again.

What do you think, Sarge? I think you're right.

But how do you tie the marks in with the victim?

6 or 7 of those people said they saw the victim

drinking with some guy before she was killed.

Okay, start interviewing, see if you can find out what the story is.

I'll get some pictures of these marks, measure off the scene for you,

and see if I can spring another unit to assist.

Okay, partner, let's ask some questions.

Is this your correct address, Mrs. Gray?

No, sir. I moved. It's on the back.

You say you saw the victim, Barbara,

in the bar with this man?

Yes, sir. They were arguing. Do you know the man's name?

I'm not sure, but I think

the bartender called him Eddie... a great, big guy.

Do you know what they were arguing about? Not really.

Something about Seattle. I just caught a word now and then.

How many times did you see Barbara Stewart

and this man together, Mr. Lyden?

4 or 5 times in the past month.

Look, Officer, this is confidential.

I wouldn't want Eddie to be sore with me.

Pretty tough customer? And how.

I saw him clean a guy's plow once.

The guy was drunk and he was making cracks about Eddie's girl.

He deserved a punch in the nose,

but Eddie was killing him,

and he would have if we didn't pull him off.

What's his last name? Eddie's?

I never heard it.

The night of the fight, did anybody call the police?

Yeah, but they said it was a case of, uh...

Mutual combat? That's it. Mutual combat.

Where were you ladies sitting when you heard them arguing?

Right next to them.

What exactly did you hear?

Well, we weren't trying to eavesdrop.

Were we? Of course not.

We just felt sorry for the girl.

She looked like she wanted to curl up and die,

especially when he refused to take her to Seattle. What happened then?

He just told her, “It's your problem baby.

You can keep it and love it.”

Try hard, Mr. Budley. We really need Eddie's last name.

I used to know it, but I forgot.

He ever try to intimidate you? What do you mean?

Frighten you, scare you. I'm not afraid of that stud.

Last name, please. Try and remember.

I'm thinking, I'm thinking. What kind of a car was he driving?

Hmm. It was a blue '60, '61 Chevy, I think.

Did you see the two of 'em leave together?

He left, she ran after him, she was crying.

Do you have any idea when Eddie was planning to go to Seattle?

Right away, I think. Helen.

I beg your pardon? Helen. His last name.

“Eddie Helen”? No. That's how I remember him.

Helen of Troy, Eddie Troy. Pretty Boy Eddie Troy.

Thank you, Mr. Budley. You've been a big help.

I make it to the end of the skid about 30 feet.

Right.

Did you get a receipt for the personal effects?

Yes, sir.

Oh, Reed.

What'd you turn up? The guy's last name.

Mac, we think we've got more than a hit-and-run.

We'd like to go to the station and check the field interview cards.

Go ahead, but put out your broadcast first.

What makes you think somebody wrote an F.I. card on him?

The guy was involved in a fight in this bar a while back.

The police were called. That's good enough.

Here's the film and my notes. Take off.

“Edward Donald Troy.

“6-5, 215 pounds, blue and brown.

222 East Spring Street.”

What's the vehicle? “'61 Chevy, blue.

Lincoln Union Ocean 389.”

“Involved in a fight January 12

at 1203 West Salem”... That's our man.

What happens now, partner? Let's go talk to Sergeant King,

see what he thinks of our theory.

What do you think?

I'm afraid I can't help you. I don't get it.

Get what?

Look, it's at least an A.D.W. with a car.

Book says it belongs to you guys.

I didn't say I don't believe the story,

but let's look at the cold, hard facts.

Everything you've got is circumstantial.

You've got no witnesses to the actual crime.

It's officially a hit-and-run felony.

And the book says it belongs to accident investigation follow-up.

We know that. We're just afraid the guy's gonna rabbit on us.

In all probability, you're right.

I'll level with you. I can't spare a single man.

We've had 3 D.B.s go down this afternoon. I've got to handle one myself.

What do you suggest? Call A.I. follow-up.

That's the story, Lieutenant.

I called A.I. follow-up, but it's Sunday.

The investigator has to come in from home. It'll take him an hour.

By the time he gets here, our suspect will be gone.

Did you run the license number through D.M.V.?

Yes, sir. It's registered to a John K. Power in Sacramento.

Troy never registered the car in his own name.

What do you want to do? We want to work on the case till A.I. gets here.

I'm running a short car plan. I don't know if I can spare you.

Look, Lieutenant, if anything big goes down, we'll clear immediately.

Okay. Go to it. Thanks, Lieutenant.

But if I need you, you're gonna have to break it off.

Yes, sir.

There's no apartment number on the F.I. card.

Telephone number, but no apartment number. We could check the mailboxes.

I'll check the mailboxes. Why don't you go around back and look for the car.

Okay.

Any luck with the car? Nothing. How about you?

Zero. There's no “Troy” on the mailboxes and the manager wasn't home.

Maybe he gave a phony address. It's a possibility.

Why don't we make a circle search of the neighborhood?

He could've parked his car over on the next block. Good idea.

The division's starting to heat up. If we don't turn that car

pretty soon, we're gonna have to start taking some of those calls.

Yeah, I know.

There it is... Lincoln Union Ocean 389.

Back plate the same?

Lincoln Union Ocean 389.

Take a look.

Yeah, it looks like the girl's dress, all right.

Blood on it. Yeah.

I'd say we got something.

Where are we going?

I want to get this black-and-white neon sign out of sight.

One-Adam-16, One-Adam-16, 3 calls.

A 586, 3161 Green;

a 415, man, 6th and Main;

and a 390-415, 13th and Hallbrough.

They're giving 'em out in bunches now.

Looks like we're running out of time.

See, we've got to prove that Troy

had custody and control of that car, or our case goes out the window.

If we caught him in the car, that'd do it, wouldn't it?

Not exactly. What do you mean?

If he drove the car this afternoon, his prints would already be in it, right?

Yeah.

So if we stake out on the car, assuming the watch commander

lets us stay off the air that much longer,

we give Troy a chance to get into it, we've given him

an alibi for his prints being inside.

He'll deny driving it this afternoon.

So what do we do? Go to that apartment house and knock on doors till we find him?

No, the doors probably all have peep holes in them.

All he's got to do is look through, see us, and not answer.

Yeah. If we could catch him

with the keys in his hand, unlocking the car door...

Phone number.

What?

His phone number's on the F.I.

I've got an idea.

A long shot, but it just might work.

What are you gonna do?

Keep an eye on the Chevy.

I'm gonna see if Eddie Troy has a guilty conscience.

Hey, Eddie, this is Budley

down at the Mermaid Bar.

Well, the heat's on its way over to your pad.

Been asking a lot of questions about Barbara.

What are you talking about? Your number's on the wall right next to the phone.

Oh, you've got nothing to worry about, huh?

Trying to do you a favor, pal.

What'd you do? I got Troy on the horn.

If I sound like a bartender, our rabbit ought to be taking off anytime now.

Do you think he'll take the bait?

I told him the heat was on its way over.

I figure he's packing his suitcase right now. Hey, what's going on?

Oh, nothing. Car in your way? Oh, no, it's okay.

Your radio's going like crazy, though. Sounds like a regular crime wave.

Tell us about it. Seriously, what are you looking for?

There been a robbery or something? A killing, maybe?

No, sir. We had one last year, right up the street.

Some dame clobbered her husband with a steam iron.

You guys work on that one? No, sir.

I get it. You're watching a car, huh?

You've got a customer.

Hmm? Oh, they can wait. Whose car?

Hey, let me guess. Would it be that '61 Chevy out there?

You know the owner? Yeah, sure. Eddie Troy.

A customer of mine. A buck's worth of regular, and check the oil.

You know where he lives? Yeah, in an apartment house about a block over.

He a friend of yours? Friend of that bum? You got to be out of your mind.

Here comes our boy.

Uh, I just remembered, I got to take care of the customer.

He must've been packing a suitcase when you called him.

He's heading straight for the car.

Get ready. As soon as he gets the keys in the door, go.

Hold it, Troy! Police!

Come on, Troy.

All right.

All right, on your feet. Come on.

I didn't mean to do it! I didn't mean to do it!

She made me mad. She wouldn't get out of the way of the car.

She said it was my baby and I had to take her with me.

Go get the unit, partner.

Mr. Troy, you have the right to remain silent.

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 have an attorney present during questioning.

If you desire an attorney and cannot afford one,

one will be appointed for you without charge.

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

Do you wish to give up the right to remain silent?

Do you wish to give up the right with an attorney

and have him present during questioning?

Something wrong, Mr. Troy?

You've got a kid, haven't you?

No, sir.

Oh, yes, you have. I can tell.

Now, you've got to believe me.

It was an accident.

My foot slipped off the brake

and hit the gas.

It was an accident.

I swear it.

I loved her.

You've got to believe that.

I loved her.

The sergeant from A.I.'s here.

He loved her.

Maybe he did.

I doubt if he knows the meaning of the word.

Well, words mean different things to different people.

Forget it, partner.

Hello, Mac.

Malloy, Reed, You know Sgt. Sullivan from A.I.

Sure. Did Sgt. MacDonald fill you in? Pretty much.

Where's the vehicle? It's down in the police garage.

Did you put a hold on it for prints? Right.

Suspect admit to anything?

Yes, sir. He said he got mad when

the girl wouldn't get out of his way,

so he ran over her with the car. Any motive?

Yeah. Love. What do you mean?

Girl was pregnant, Troy was leaving town.

She wanted to go with him, he wanted to write her off. That's about it.

Her second mistake was getting in front of Troy's car.

Wrong. That was her third mistake. What do you mean?

I've just come from the medical examiner's.

This is his statement. What'd he say?

Nothing we don't already know, except for one little item.

What? The girl wasn't pregnant.

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