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Lincoln X-ray Ida 4-8-3.

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

with chains and knives.

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You don't understand. You just don't understand.

A man comes into this world alone,

he leaves it alone.

I just want to be left alone, that's all.

Hi, Malloy, Reed. Must be Sunday.

Wouldn't be Sunday without Louie.

Here's his reservation.

All right, empty the pockets, Louie.

Oh, sure. Here, let me give you a hand.

Say, haven't we met before?

Oh, yeah.

A bottle opener, 27 cents,

and the New Testament.

New what? New Testament.

Hey, hold on now.

Just wait a minute. And a pocket comb.

My dough.

You guys stole my money.

How much did you have, Louie?

Ooh, uh, $100 maybe.

Are you sure it wasn't more like, uh,

27 cents maybe?

Huh?

Oh, yeah.

It was just like I told you.

Hang on, buddy.

Okay, Louie, let's go.

You know, you guys'd be out of business

if it wasn't for us drunks, wouldn't ya?

It might cut us down to a four-day week.

There you are. You see?

We're important to you.

Now, you remember that.

All right, Louie.

Come on, come on.

You've been all through this before.

Put your hands there. That's it.

Yeah, and they ain't changed a bit.

A bottle opener, a comb and 27 cents.

Don't forget the book.

Yeah, I wonder where he got that.

The good old mission. That's their specialty...

A meal, a bed and the book.

How many times do you figure old Louie's been arrested?

Who knows. 40 or 50, probably.

You look at a guy like that and you wonder what's happened in his life.

You know, like where he came from, who his parents were,

what made him crawl inside a bottle like he did.

Louie wouldn't know himself.

Yeah.

He'd be the last person I'd ask.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, a 390-415.

4093 South Fall at the bar.

Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Ow! Get him!

Get him, tiger! Go on, get him good!

Hold it, mister!

Lady! Will you stop it, lady?

Let me go!

Let me... Let me... Ow!

I'm sorry about this, Officer. Really, I'm sorry.

Oh, you're sorry.

You're always sorry, big shot.

You want to tell us what this is all about?

Yeah, well, the dame's already here,

and then he comes in and he orders a glass of water.

Big spender, huh?

Well, anyhow, pretty soon they get into an argument...

You know, a personal argument... So I turns my back.

Then all of a sudden I hear "ker-plunk," and I turn around

and this dame's flat on the floor,

so I say, "Knock it off. Get out of here."

Then the guy takes a swing at me. What's your name, mister?

Pilaf. Christopher Pilaf.

This whole thing is simply a misunderstanding, Officer.

You got to believe it.

"Misunderstanding," huh?

You ever hear of assault, buddy?

I said I'm sorry.

I'll take care of the damages, and I do mean it.

And how you will. You can depend on it.

I've never been arrested before.

What's the setup in here, anyway?

It's a jail. The bare essentials.

And my wife, what about her?

She'll be held at Sybil Brand Institute.

You'll both be arraigned tomorrow.

In the meantime, you'll be given a chance to make bail.

Do you mind if I sit a minute?

Are you all right, sir? Yeah, I'm all right.

It's, uh...

It's my wife I'm worried about.

Well, sure. Sit down.

What about your wife, Mr. Pilaf?

Well, you saw her, didn't you? Yeah.

Why is it some people can take a drink and handle it

and some... some only think they can?

Yes, sir.

6 months ago I left her.

I couldn't take it anymore. I...

You ready now, sir?

Sure.

I'm ready. Why not?

All units in the vicinity and One-Adam-12,

One-Adam-12, a 211 silent.

1105 Guyler, at the liquor store.

Handle. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

One-Adam-12, disregard the call.

One-Adam-16 will handle.

What's that all about?

Can you make it?

No, it's not on the hot sheet.

Tell 'em we're in pursuit.

This is One-Adam-12 in pursuit,

eastbound on Boudray, approaching Pine.

Suspect vehicle is a 1966 Dodge, green,

California license Lincoln Union Ocean 389.

All units on all frequencies, stand by.

One-Adam-12 is in pursuit eastbound on Boudray approaching Pine.

Get a load of that.

End of the line.

Hold it! All right, come out slow.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

You... You crazy?

She's dying. Look in the back seat.

Let's go. Hands against the trunk and lean.

Look, we're not kidding. She'll die if you don't do something.

You too, mister. What is it?

It's a girl. She's bleeding bad.

Didn't you see us waving you alongside?

We were trying to find a hospital. Requesting an ambulance...

Look, we'd have been there by now if you'd have given us a hand.

The nearest hospital's the other direction.

Okay, you fellows can relax.

Look, I was looking.

I was rushing to the hospital

and you guys started tailing me, and that really threw me.

Ambulance is on the way. What happened to the girl?

She was in the park just bleeding, you know,

and her wrists were bleeding just like they are now.

Maybe she tried to knock herself off.

She's going to die, man,

if you guys don't do something.

Can I have your name, please?

Can I see your driver's license?

Oh, great.

Try to save a girl's life and get a ticket for speeding.

I can't believe it.

Michael Corolla... is that you?

Try to be a good citizen, and that's what you get... a whole bunch of trouble.

I told you that when we put her in the car.

You should've called the police in the first place.

Driving the way you just were,

you could've wiped out that girl, yourselves,

and anybody else who might have gotten in the way.

I still don't understand.

Why didn't you pull alongside of us?

Didn't you see us waving at you?

We have policemen killed that way.

Sideswiped or shot. Could I have your name?

Eddie Alvarado.

229 Chase Street, East Los Angeles.

Who's the girl? Carmella Hermosa.

What park did you find her in?

Yeah, at, uh, Page and Veneto Street.

She was sitting under a tree... we go to school with her...

And I honked the horn, but she didn't even look, so we stopped.

When Carmella doesn't look, something's wrong.

Yeah, so we got out of the car, and then she just slumped over.

We tried to stop the bleeding,

but forget it.

Hurry it up.

Oh, that's her purse.

It was laying right next to her.

The victim a friend of yours?

I was telling him, we go to school together.

Junk, mostly.

Some small change. No I.D.

The guys gave me her name... Carmella Hermosa.

Uh, it means "beautiful."

Yeah.

Do you know where she lives?

I even got her phone number.

Sure, you and everybody else.

Hey, that note over there... what is it?

Is it a suicide note?

Yeah, you might say that.

Yeah? No kidding? What does it say?

It says nobody loves her.

No kidding?

Well, here you go, buddy.

That was quite a pursuit you two tied on to yesterday.

Those boys took a lot of chances.

Yeah, we added them up... 13 violations.

They meant well, anyway.

We warned them and then we thanked them.

I just had a call from the girl's father.

He's filing a complaint against both of you.

Complaint about what?

Well, he said his daughter had a purse with her

when she, quote, snuck out of the house yesterday, unquote.

That's right. She asked for it at the hospital, and we left it with her.

Hermosa doesn't deny that,

but he does say there was a wallet

in the purse with 50 bucks in it.

His daughter confirms it. I checked the purse.

If there was a wallet in it, it was gone when we got there.

Well, that's what I figured. I just hope you can prove it.

I wonder what happened to that wallet.

First let's check the park.

Why don't we talk with those two kids.

Maybe there never was a wallet.

Yeah, that thought's occurred to me, too.

Did you clear us? No.

One-Adam-12, clear.

One-Adam-12 clear and a call.

See the manager. Shots fired.

9501 James Street at the apartment house.

Code 2. One-Adam-12, roger.

First, I thought a water heater blew up.

But those were shots. No doubt about it.

I don't get around so good anymore,

so it took me a little time to find out where they come from.

It was a shotgun. Yeah.

Lucky nobody's home. You sure?

I called, but nobody answered.

Well, maybe they couldn't answer.

I'll take that, sir.

Will you just wait out here in the hall, please, sir?

Would you come in here, sir?

Holy cow!

You know this man, sir? Sure. Mr. Pilaf.

He pays the rent here. Does he live here?

No, he don't, but his wife does.

He moved out a couple of months ago.

Darn shame, too. Why?

Mrs. Pilaf's a very lonely woman.

How lonely? Okay, so she's got a boyfriend.

She didn't have till they split up.

He's a rough-looking guy.

Rides a motorcycle, you know what I mean?

Hey, come to think of it,

I heard a motorcycle start up in the alley

right after I heard those shots. Do you know his name?

Look, I run an apartment house.

I'm not exactly a private eye.

What my tenants do is their own business.

Let's check with the neighbors.

You won't find out much.

Everybody in the building works days.

Can you give us a description

of this friend of Mrs. Pilaf's?

Sure. Dark hair, about 30 years old.

Rugged, like I said.

What's going on here?

Oh, honey, no, no!

Easy, easy, honey. Don't get excited.

What... What's happened here?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

Looks like somebody's been using your apartment

for a shooting gallery, Mr. Pilaf.

Want something more from me?

No, that's all, unless you can remember

the man's name, the motorcyclist.

Like I said, I don't meddle in my tenants' affairs.

What... What's he talking about?

Mrs. Pilaf, somebody blew two full loads

of buckshot through that door.

The manager thought you might know who did it.

I... I need a drink, Chris.

Not a chance. Not a chance.

Not a chance. We've got a deal.

The manager gave us a partial description...

A tall man about 30, dark hair,

rides a motorcycle.

Does that mean anything to you, Mrs. Pilaf?

No.

No, I... I...

I don't know. My... I...

I'm... I can't help you.

Then you've never seen anybody that looks like that around here?

No.

Well, the manager says you did.

He's lying, and I wish you'd all go away and leave me alone!

Hey. Hey.

I'm sorry.

Honey, we agreed.

A new start.

Mrs. Pilaf?

I... told him

that I didn't want to see him anymore.

He said he'd kill me if I didn't give him the money.

He... He must've thought I was in here, huh?

What's his name?

He said he wanted $200.

Chris, I'm so ashamed.

Who is he?

I...

He calls himself... He calls himself Monk.

I met him a month ago in a bar.

His telephone number's in the desk.

Do you know where he lives?

He lives in North Hollywood.

That's all I know.

Would it be all right if I used your telephone, sir?

Yeah, go ahead.

It might be a good idea for the two of you

to get out of here until we run this thing down.

No.

This is our place, and we're staying.

Sarge, this is Reed.

On that "shots fired,"

we have a telephone number for a possible suspect.

We need an address.

It's 990-1134.

Right. North Hollywood.

Right. We're leaving right away.

He's gonna meet us on Tach 2.

We'll be in touch with you.

This is One-Adam-12. Go ahead, One-L-20.

The address is on Blake Street.

1662 North.

Stake it out and wait for me.

Roger. Will do.

It's the two-story house across the street.

I talked to the neighbor.

She said she heard him drive in about a half an hour ago

and he's still there.

Did she actually see the guy? Yeah.

He had the shotgun when he went into the house.

She says he lives alone.

One-L-20 to Control. Request any available "A" unit

to one house west of 1662 Blake Street... Code 2.

One-L-20, roger.

Any available central "A" unit meet One-L-20

one house west of 1662 Blake Street.

Code 2 and identify.

Remember, he's probably still got that shotgun.

We've got an armed suspect in that two-story over there.

Malloy and Reed are casing it now.

You two cover from the rear. I'll back up Malloy and Reed.

Police officers, Monk. Open up.

Come on, Monk.

Open the door and come out with your hands up.

Okay, Monk, open the door slowly

and throw the shotgun out butt-first.

Come on, Monk.

We know you're in there.

Come out before we come in to get you.

Okay, I'm here.

But who says I got a shotgun?

Come on out, mister.

Yeah, sure.

And you gun me down, huh?

Hey, I got a better idea.

You come on in and get me.

There. Door's unlocked.

Come on in.

Okay, Monk, we're coming in.

What are you guys waiting for?

Come on in!

Malloy!

Ah, we got company, huh?

Tell him to come on up.

Come on, Monk. You're surrounded.

Play it smart. Throw the gun out.

You guys catch any of that buckshot?

No. Suspect's holed up in a room at the end of the hall.

You should be able to get a clear shot from out in back.

There's a window that's got to be his.

Right through the kitchen.

What's wrong, cop?

What are you waiting for? No guts, huh?

I can't breathe!

I can't see!

Okay, okay, I'm coming out! Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

She says she's lonely,

but she can't even come up with a lousy 200 bucks.

So you tried to kill her?

Who tried to kill her? I wouldn't hurt a flea.

Is that so?

Ah, drunks.

If you guys only knew.

Prior convictions: two counts GTA,

assault, ADW.

Detectives advised booking him

assault with intent to commit murder.

Where's Reed? He's calling his wife. We're overtime.

That belongs to your suicide attempt, Carmella Hermosa.

Where'd it come from? A fellow turned it in at the front desk

while we were out rounding up Monk.

Said he found it under the back seat of his car.

One of the kids you stopped with the girl.

Mike Corolla.

50 bucks, exactly.

Sergeant MacDonald? Yes, sir.

My name is Hermosa.

They called me and said you had my daughter's wallet.

Yes, sir. One of the boys that tried to help your daughter turned it in.

Would you sign this "property received," Mr. Hermosa?

Is that it?

Yes, sir.

My daughter said to tell you "thanks."

Tell her she's welcome.

By the way, how is she?

She'll heal.

The cuts will, anyway.

Well, I guess that lets you guys off the hook.

Yeah. Kind of looks that way, doesn't it?

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