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Lincoln X-ray Ida 483.

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

♪♪

You gonna join us at roll call?

Reed!

Oh, I'll be right with you.

What's so interesting?

Ah.

I sent away for it.

You can have it when I'm done with it.

Thanks.

Well, face it, Malloy.

You can't do enough for your kid.

Every boy should have a dog. So I've heard.

Well, some dogs are good with kids and some aren't.

The selection, that's the whole bit.

Besides, a book like this could pay off,

if you know what I mean. No.

In our work, you know.

Say that we find a dog, and we call in.

We call in.

Yeah, well...

Now, take this dog, for example.

We just can't say that it's big and white and furry,

we have to identify it, right?

Okay, what would you say?

I'd say it was an Afghan hound.

Oh, you read the book.

No, I used to be a boy.

What's it gonna be, a Poodle, a Pomeranian, or a Mexican Hairless?

They don't really come out and make any recommendations.

They just tell you what's available.

No brake lights.

Wonder if he knows.

Let's find out.

Take it.

Is something wrong, Officer?

Yes, sir. Your brake lights are out.

Well, I didn't know.

Well, that happens once in a while.

That's why we stopped you to let you know.

Well, thank you very much.

Could I see your driver's license

and registration, please?

One-Adam-12 requesting a want on Lincoln X-ray Ida 483.

One-Adam-12 Lincoln X-ray Ida 483.

This isn't your car.

Well, I borrowed it from a friend.

He lets me use it when he's working.

There's only one catch. I have to fill her up with gas.

Well, what's the address of your friend?

209 Bethel Street. License number LXI483.

His name is Allen Thomas.

One-Adam-12. Roger.

Any warrant?

Nothing.

Well, he says it's a friend's car.

The license and registration are in order.

It must be broken.

Would you step out of the car, please?

But he said my papers were okay.

I know. Step out of the car, please.

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

Turn off the engine.

There's no key.

Open the hood.

Hotwired.

I knew it. Left hand behind your back.

Better read up on cars.

That boy of yours might want wheels some day.

All right, let's go.

One-Adam-12, a 459 silent.

3121 Lincoln Drive. Man on the way. One hour delay.

One-Adam-12, code 2.

Lock it up.

There's somebody in there, he's gotta be a magician.

Not necessarily. There's a skylight.

How do you know? I've been here before.

A fortune of merchandise inside

protected by a 10 cent lock.

Take it easy.

♪ Swing low ♪

♪ Sweet chariot ♪

Couldn't be more than 4 foot tall.

He's a lot higher than that.

♪ ...home, swing low ♪

What's he doing?

Beats me.

♪ Sweet chariot ♪

♪ Coming for to carry me home ♪

♪ Swing low ♪

♪ Sweet chariot ♪

♪ Coming for to carry me home ♪

♪ Swing low ♪

♪ Sweet chariot ♪

♪ Coming for to carry me home ♪

♪ Swing low ♪

♪ Sweet chariot ♪

♪ Coming for to carry me home ♪

♪ I... ♪

No more singing.

Shouldn't sing when you're hurt.

Shouldn't play games, either.

No games when you're hurt.

Cover me.

There's somebody out there.

Hold it right there, mister.

Hi. I'm Herbie.

Who are you? What day is it?

I'm a policeman, and it's a Saturday.

It can't be Saturday. It can't be.

Well, that's the day I came in here,

and you weren't supposed to come until Monday.

It has to be Sunday.

Reed.

Who's Reed?

What are you doing with all the light bulbs?

Oh. Just busting 'em.

You wanna see?

Enough of that, Herbie.

Oh, it's fun.

You should try it sometime.

It's sort of like breaking windows, only better.

Are you alone?

Oh, mm-mm. I'm surrounded.

Are you alone or did somebody come here with you?

Was I supposed to bring somebody with me?

No sign of anyone else.

Let's play it on the safe side anyway.

How about it, Herbie? Have you got a gun?

Me? Oh, never. Never carry a gun.

You know, a gun can hurt you.

Sort of like falling off of a roof. Hmm?

No, all I have is my little old needle.

I'll take that needle.

Oh, sure. Why not?

You know... You know...

You know, there's plenty more where that came from.

What have you been shooting, Herbie?

Oh, painkiller, man,

because, you know, I really need it.

Found some barbiturates he'd gotten into.

He's loaded with stuff.

Ow! Oh, eee! Oh, that does hurt.

He needs painkiller, all right.

What's wrong? He's got a broken leg.

How much did you take, Herbie?

Come on, how much junk did you take?

Oh...

You know, I was up on the roof,

and, uh, this stupid glass just broke right under me,

and down I came, just like that.

Let me take a look at your arms.

Mmm?

Yeah, help yourself.

There's no railroad tracks there, right boys?

Not little old Herbie.

If you're not an addict, what were you looking for?

Who, me? Oh, I...

I never use the stuff, myself.

Then lots of other people do.

Don't they?

Yeah. Okay, Herbie.

Let's go for a little ride.

Well, sure. Where are we going?

You wouldn't know the difference.

Oh, I hurt.

You took quite a tumble.

That's 30 feet, easy.

Nothing compared to the fall he's gonna take.

Where do you live, Herbie?

Thousand Oaks. Why?

You're a long way from home.

Yeah, 30 miles, but, you know, I can make it in no time.

You know, this thing really rolls.

Yeah, and he'd try it, too.

The condition he's in, he'd take the freeway.

Hey, hold it. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You know, we forgot something.

Like what, Herbie?

Like my painkiller, man.

You know, I need all of it.

For you or your customers, Herbie?

You dig, huh?

Yeah. I dig.

What's a customer without a supplier, right?

And old Herbie has really found himself a stash.

I'm gonna tell you what. What?

You just take all that stuff over there, and pile it on my lap.

Just all those little... Aah!

Sorry, Herbie.

Oh, please.

Please, 'cause I need it.

I need it bad. Real bad.

Where you're going, they wouldn't let you keep it anyway.

You guys get worse every day.

Now you're busting cripples.

This is private property, mister.

You're trespassing. Move out.

I'll move when I'm ready.

Right now, I've got a little score I'd like to settle,

and you guys will do just fine.

Hey, tell me the truth.

Are you guys gonna shoot him here

or down at that police station?

Get that car out of here. You understand?

He was standing in the parking lot and you shot him.

For no reason at all, you made a cripple out of my brother.

Now do you understand? What's your name?

The name's Davis, fuzz. Will Davis.

Does that mean anything to you?

I hurt. Somebody help me, please?

The man's in pain, fuzz. Now how about it?

You gonna shoot your way out?

Maybe.

Your brother's name is Donald Davis, is that right?

Well, what do you know? He remembers.

Arrested for burglary and assault on a night watchman.

Yeah, and shot in the back in a police station parking lot.

Now, that's the truth, ain't it?

Your brother has a withered hand, right?

Yeah. He was born that way. Now is that a crime?

You stay right where you are, mister!

Now, you listen to me, Davis.

The officers that arrested your brother made two mistakes.

First, they overlooked that crippled hand.

It was easy for him to slip out of the cuffs.

And the officers' second mistake was

not finding the knife he had hidden in his sock.

Pretty stupid, right?

And they'd be the first ones to admit it,

just like your brother admitted stabbing the officer

that was trying to help him get out of the car.

Oh, you're an eyewitness, I suppose.

That's right. We just drove up.

Our lights hit the officer

at the same time your brother sunk the knife in him.

Then he bent down, grabbed the policeman's gun out of his holster.

When he stood up, the officer's partner shot him.

Yeah. Right in the back.

To save his partner's life, Davis.

Why don't you take a trip up to San Quentin,

Davis, and talk to your brother?

I rode in the ambulance that took him to the hospital,

and all he kept saying over and over was, "I blew it".

You better believe he blew it.

He blew a three-year stretch into a life sentence.

Now, what's it gonna be for you, Davis?

He's lying.

They shot him. You heard him say so.

Turn off the alarm. I'll be right in.

Come on, get a move.

I'm Ben Owen. This is my warehouse.

Yes, sir. We met before.

I see you finally got 'em. It's about time.

We'd appreciate if you'd check inside

and give us a list of anything that's missing or damaged.

Don't worry, you'll get everything.

Who's the cripple?

We found him in the warehouse. He's been hurt.

What about the rest of these bums?

They're not involved.

Then why are they trespassing?

Get 'em off my property.

Is that one of my chairs?

Yes, sir. What are you waiting for?

Get that thief out of that chair. Come on.

I'm afraid we can't do that, sir.

Look, pal, if he ain't out of that chair in one minute,

I'll throw him out.

All right, Davis, for the last time, move that car.

No chance.

Will... I said no chance.

We're coming through, Davis.

Think about it. Is this really the way you want it.

Did you see it? Did you see it?

Glass all over the floor, my skylight demolished!

I ought to kick you out of that chair!

I wouldn't advise it, Owen. The man's been injured.

If he's injured, what about me? Why you...

Aah!

All right, all right.

I warned you, Owen!

He tried to rob me! That chair's worth $150!

The man can't stand! He's got a broken leg!

He fell through your skylight! Can you understand that?

Fell?

That's right. 30 feet to the concrete floor.

When we arrest an injured man, he's our responsibility.

But he's a criminal!

He's a suspect, and the law works for him

the same way it does for you.

Now, if you further injured that man by picking him up,

he's gonna be your responsibility.

Reed, get down to the car and

call an ambulance. Code 3.

Right.

Let him go. Get in the car.

Hey, get in the car.

What you told the loudmouth about the law,

maybe you're lying and maybe you're not, Malloy.

The same goes for my brother. I really don't know.

Maybe you're learning, Davis.

Yeah. I'm a long way from being convinced.

Let's just say I've got some reasonable doubts.

See you around, Malloy.

Sure glad that owner showed up back there.

I'm glad Herbie tripped the silent alarm.

After a weekend in that warehouse,

he probably would've lost his leg.

I guess you can't blame Owen for being unhappy.

I don't. That's why he's not under arrest.

One-Adam-12, see the woman, a 415.

1104 West Garden Street.

One-Adam-12, handle code 2.

You call the police, ma'am?

Oh, I certainly did.

My name's Malloy. This is my partner Jim Reed.

How are ya? I'm the superintendent's wife.

When Mr. Killian isn't here, I'm in charge.

What's the problem? It's the Langborne apartment.

I was walking by with my Walter

when all of a sudden he fell over.

Fell over?

Flat on his side, flat as a pancake.

I thought he'd had an attack.

You know, he has a very high cholesterol level, and he won't diet.

Well, who's Walter? My dog.

Everybody loves Walter.

Well, I was terrified, I don't mind tellin' you.

For heaven's sake, he's behind that door, and he's scared to death.

It was about that time we heard the lion.

Wait a minute. You mean a lion lion?

Yes, sir.

Walter must've sensed him behind that door.

He's very intelligent, you know.

Walter, I mean.

It was almost too much for the poor darling.

You say he's in there now?

Well, no, he's in my bed with a hot water bottle.

The lion, I mean.

Oh, no, he's in there.

The nerve of that woman. You know Walter could've died?

Are the Langborne's home?

No, there's just a Mrs. Langborne.

Moved in ten days ago, but she left. I saw her leave.

And without the baby.

You mean, there's a baby in there, too?

Well, of course there's a baby.

A baby and a lion.

Sounds like something's scratching at the door.

Well, it ain't the baby. You can bet your life on that.

Have you ever actually seen this lion?

Well, no. But I've heard him.

And don't forget about Walter.

I believe you owe Walter an apology.

I guess we better get a hold of

the Department of Animal Regulation.

How old is that baby?

About 6 months.

You better let me have the key.

It's this one.

You go down to the end of the hall outside,

and keep anybody else from coming in.

You stand over there. If he comes out, stop him.

Malloy. Think about the baby.

It'd be a lot better if there was no shooting.

Let me try it.

Be my guest.

Can you see him?

Yeah.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

That's a good lion.

Atta boy.

Are you out of your mind?

He's just a big pussycat.

Aren't you, boy?

You wouldn't hurt anybody, would you, boy?

He's tame. Look, his claws have been taken out.

See?

Oh, yeah, I see.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot him! Please!

Oh, don't shoot him. Please.

Sandy, I was so afraid.

I only stepped out for a minute.

I needed some milk for the baby.

Come on, Sandy.

She's all right, isn't she?

Ran right past me. Where is she?

In the bedroom with the baby.

Aha. Walter was right.

Yes, ma'am.

I want that lion out of here right now.

Please, Mrs. Killian...

Don't you Mrs. Killian me.

When you came here, I told you,

no children and no pets.

But you seemed like such a nice person,

we said okay about the baby.

And then you had to sneak a lion in here.

What did you expect me to do?

I couldn't leave him in New York with the man I just divorced.

Our apartment had been robbed three times,

and a friend gave us Sandy as a joke.

Only he was so sweet.

No pets.

By 6:00 tonight, that lion had better

be out of here, or everybody goes.

My Walter has enough problems without that.

Who's Walter?

Her dog.

What am I supposed to do with Sandy?

Well, have you thought about calling a zoo?

A zoo? He'd die in a zoo.

Oh, Sandy. Oh, my poor baby.

Oh, what are we gonna do?

How much do you think a lion like that is worth?

This morning you said every boy should have a dog.

What'd you do, change your mind?

No, I was just thinking

that zoo got itself quite a bargain.

Free lions are hard to come by.

Is that so? Especially the declawed variety.

That thing couldn't hurt a flea.

Did you read that in one of your books?

Uh-huh. Volume number 3. A Cat For Your Kid.

That's how I knew about the claws.

No claws, and the lion's harmless.

What happens if he decides to use his teeth?

Uh, you're not gonna believe this, Malloy.

After today, I'd believe anything.

That lion's teeth?

I never even thought about 'em.

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