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Lincoln X-ray Ida 4-8-3.

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

with chains and knives.

♪♪

Be right with you.

I feel lucky. Wanna flip?

Have you had breakfast?

Uh, coffee. No chow.

Okay.

Heads.

Hey, tails.

How about that. Congratulations.

First time in over a week.

Hello, troops.

How you doing, Harv?

Coffee. Where's Duke?

There's a rodeo in town, where else would he be? Coffee?

I'll have steak and eggs...

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Just coffee.

I should have known.

Oh, good, you're here. I saw your car outside.

What's the matter, Freddy? You got a problem?

Yeah, I've been robbed.

You're kidding.

No, I'm serious.

As a matter of fact, it was about five minutes ago.

And right in my own office, too.

Now, just keep your seats.

The guy is long gone and so is my 350 bucks.

You don't seem too upset about it.

Well, why should I be?

I know who he is and I know where to find him.

Is that right?

That's right.

His name is Forest.

Oh, oh, he's a detective

with the Los Angeles Police Department.

Well, anyway, the guy comes in as bold as brass,

says he's working on a special assignment

with the Treasury Department,

mentions a few counterfeit bills

that's been floating around,

and wanted to know if I still had

the gate receipts for last night's fight.

And you did?

Yeah, well, I still hadn't gone to the bank.

So I hauls out the dough, 350 bucks worth.

Well, what kind of identification did he show you?

A badge and an I.D. card.

Are you sure that it was the real thing?

Now, the badge I couldn't swear to.

He kind of flashed it, real quick like.

But I checked the card, and that was the real thing.

Go on.

So I get the dough...

Lot of bills and some change.

He counts the 10s and 20s, and he says,

well, maybe I better call down to the office

to see if there's been any new information.

He even used my phone.

Hi, Mr. Rivers.

Hey, I was okay last night, huh?

You were lousy.

I knocked the guy out in two rounds.

Listen to my trainer.

I saw the fight.

You really should've had him in the first.

You just can't win... that's all!

He's really a good fighter, you know?

When Forest used your phone, do you know who he talked to?

Who knows. He just wrote down a serial number

and then started out the door.

Then he stops like he's got a hunch,

you know what I mean?

The serial number that he wrote down

just happened to match one of your bills.

Yeah, but now he says, well, maybe we better take

all the bills downtown, just to check them out.

And he asked me to come along.

So that seemed pretty straight to me.

And I step in the back to tell the boys in the gym

I'd be gone for a while.

And when I come back in the office,

he's gone and so is my 350 bucks.

When you showed him the money,

he probably memorized the serial number.

The phone call was obviously pre-arranged.

Now you tell me. We'll report it.

There should be a detective here to talk to you in about an hour.

Oh, now wait a minute, Malloy.

You must be out of your mind.

A detective just takes me for three and a half yards,

and you want me to talk to another detective?

Well, it must be somebody impersonating an officer.

Oh, sure it was.

Now, look, pal, I know a detective when I see one,

so don't send me any more.

I talk to you guys or I don't talk to nobody.

We'll do whatever we can, okay?

All right, now that I believe.

But no detectives investigating detectives.

We got a deal?

Deal.

I'll buy the 487,

but aren't you a little premature on the 146A?

Malloy told me you probably wouldn't go for it.

What makes you so sure someone's impersonating an officer?

Well, you don't think it's really Forest, do you?

I hope it isn't.

I don't know for sure, and neither do you.

Wait here. I want to show this to Lieutenant Moore.

You were right. Live and learn.

Why's everybody so anxious to assume that the guy actually is Forest?

Are we?

Sure sounds like it.

I think you're the one that's assuming.

Malloy, Reed.

The description this 487 victim Rivers gave you,

is it accurate?

Pretty accurate. Yes, sir.

According to this, it fits Forest pretty well.

Well, Rivers was uncertain about the badge,

but he seemed pretty sure it was a Department I.D. card.

I'll notify the captain, the detective commander,

and Internal Affairs.

They'll all want to interview you.

I don't get it, Lieutenant. Get what?

Well, why don't you just call Forest in

and have him confront Rivers face-to-face?

It'd be a lot easier, wouldn't it?

Reed, Detective Forest will get the same consideration

any other citizen will get who's suspected of a crime.

No more, no less.

But Forest is a policeman.

An investigator, himself.

If he's guilty, some of the dirt will rub off on us.

You and me.

So we're tougher on our own.

I wouldn't want it any other way.

How about you?

I can't argue with that.

All right, there's to be no mention of this

to Forest or to anyone else.

Do I make myself clear? Yes, sir.

Okay, that's it.

Reed.

Look at it this way.

If Forest is guilty,

then he's no longer a police officer.

He hasn't been since the moment he crossed over

and became a thief.

The point being, it's not a policeman we're after,

it's a thief.

Remember that.

Yes, sir.

Hello, Malloy, Reed.

Hi, Forest.

Say, what are you guys up to?

Anything interesting? No, not especially.

How's that juvenile you brought in last night?

He's dead.

Overdose of reds.

What's the matter, Reed? You got problems?

Yeah, I'm all thumbs.

How's your son getting along, Hal?

Not good.

Tell him I said "hello," huh?

Will do.

Brand-new pair of laces.

I heard you ask Forest about his son.

What's wrong with the kid?

He hurt his hip playing high school football.

Bone thing.

Injury wouldn't heal.

About six months ago, osteomyelitis set in.

He's been operated on twice.

It's bad stuff.

Yeah, and expensive.

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

415... woman, Grant and Olive.

Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Keep me up all night, huh?

Nothing on your mind but booze, huh?

Forget you got a wife, huh?

No-good alchie!

Step back!

All right, lady. All right, lady. Take it easy!

Now, hold it! Lady, will you take it easy!

Come on. Now, let me go!

I got a perfect right to...

Just get lost, will ya?

Now, you heard what they said. Just get lost.

Will you simmer down and tell us what this is all about?

It's about bashing a car, that's what it's about.

What's a matter? You blind or something?

Whose car, ma'am? Dunkit's!

That's who. Dunkit's. Who's Dunkit?

That drunken bum I'm married to.

I'm making a pedestrian out of him.

Is the car registered to your husband, Mrs. Dunkit?

No, it's registered to me

and I've got the pink slip right here.

I figured somebody'd blow the whistle on me

as soon as I started swinging that bat,

so I brought the title down with me.

It's her car, all right. Yeah, it's my car.

Now just back off and let me get to work.

Don't you think that'd be kind of a waste of money, ma'am?

No, I'll save money!

As soon as that drunken bum can't drive to a saloon,

maybe he'll stay home once in a while.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Dunkit, but you're going to have to knock it off.

There's a law against wrecking your own car?

No, ma'am, but you're creating a nuisance,

not to mention a traffic hazard.

A traffic hazard.

What do you plan on doing about all this broken glass?

I'm planning on cleaning it up, just as soon as I get through.

That's what I'm planning on doing, cleaning it up.

Where do you live, Mrs. Dunkit?

Right up there.

Would you do us a favor?

I'd be delighted.

Push the car back around behind the building,

have yourself a ball and we'll just hope nobody else calls.

But get it out of the road, will ya?

And clean up this mess, okay?

Hey, give me a shove, will ya, fellows?

Come on, let's give her a hand, gang.

Okay.

Don't worry about it, I'll sweep it up!

Oh, uh, officers?

Officers, have you got a minute?

Sure, what can we do for you?

Well, I've... By the way, that was a pretty good show.

Too bad you had to break it up. Yeah.

Look, there's something I'd like to ask.

What's on your mind, sir?

Well, about an hour ago a guy walks into my store over there

looking for a handgun.

A particular kind of handgun.

A short-barrel .38.

Well, I tell him I can't sell him one.

Only under certain circumstances.

He just laughs and says not to worry.

So I showed him what I got.

Yes, sir.

Well, he picks out one

and he looks at the serial number

and he says it's stolen.

So I check my list.

You know, the list on wanted guns

and it ain't there.

What happened then?

Well, he showed me a card...

A Detective Forest.

Says he's got to confiscate the gun

for... for evidence.

So I give it to him.

As he was going out the door,

he turned around and pointed the gun at me.

Of course, he was grinning at the time he said it,

but made me a little nervous just the same.

And at the time he said what?

That if I opened my mouth about the gun,

he'd come back here and blow my head off.

I guess that about cinches it.

Cinches what?

That somebody's impersonating Forest.

He's already got a gun.

Why would he go to all that trouble to get another one?

Well, if you were planning a robbery,

would you use your own gun?

I mean, what if you had to fire it?

Be pretty easy to trace, wouldn't it?

I guess it would at that.

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

see the woman at 459 there now.

17 Eagle Crest Drive. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

I'm the one who called. Mary Burnside.

You said something about a burglar?

Not my burglar, the Garrisons'...

Next door, on the other side.

Are the Garrisons home?

No, they're on vacation.

They asked me to watch their house.

I was driving home from the store just now

and I noticed a truck parked next to the house.

I looked up and I saw him.

A man in the upstairs window.

Are you sure? Positive.

Now, do us a favor.

Go back inside your house and stay there.

What do you say? Me? Don't worry.

I'll call a backup unit.

The keys. Where are the keys?

You looking for these?

Oh, no.

Hold it, mister!

All right, turn around. Hands above your head.

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

Hands up against the fender.

Feet back and spread 'em.

Say, what's the scoop?

Second-story men.

What a way to make a living, huh?

Yeah.

Malloy, come in a minute, will ya?

Sure.

I'll finish up the report.

What was that with Forest?

Passing the time of day. Why?

I was afraid he might be a little hinky or something.

No, I don't think so.

Is that what you wanted to see me about?

No, I passed the information on the pawnbroker

onto Sergeant Fremont from Internal Affairs.

He's handling the investigation on Forest.

He just called from Rivers' gym.

I think you better get over there.

Rivers won't talk, huh?

Fremont can't get the time of day out of him.

Hiya, Sarge.

You guys took long enough.

We were rescuing a television set.

Welcome to the silent hour.

You guys find my dough yet?

Well, what do you know? He talks.

I asked you a question. The answer's no.

Did you check the station?

We're working on it.

Look, Freddy, this is Sergeant Fremont

from Internal Affairs.

Delighted.

He'll need all the information you can give him.

Fine. As long as I hear from you.

Pull up a chair.

You guys might as well get back on patrol.

Hey, what about the pawnbroker?

He's next on the list.

See ya, Freddy.

Yeah, thanks for dropping in.

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

See the man... a 484 report.

1099 South De Soto Street.

One-Adam-12, roger.

You the gentleman that reported the theft?

Yeah. Brand-new grease gun.

Somebody must've made off with it

while I was eating lunch in the office.

You have a record of it?

A description or serial number?

Sure. Right over here.

Does that license ring a bell? Yeah.

I'll check it out and make sure.

That's a nice set of wheels out front.

Who does it belong to?

Oh, that?

A fellow came in,

wanted to leave it here for a few days.

Till today, as a matter of fact.

In fact, just about right now.

Now who's the fellow?

I don't know. I never saw him before.

He paid me in advance.

Excuse me a minute, will you?

It's on the sheet.

Uh, is, uh... Is anything wrong?

Yeah. It's a stolen car.

Hey, man, I'll get that heap out of your way.

Thanks a lot!

That's a nice looking car.

Belong to you?

Nah, and I wish it did.

No, a friend of mine loaned it to me.

He's out of town.

Got to meet him at the airport.

Hold it right there, mister.

Hey, what is this? I ain't done nothing.

Put your hands on top of the car,

get your feet back and spread 'em.

You guys are making a big mistake.

You know that, don't you?

What's your name, mister?

Clarence. Clarence Jones.

They call me Two Bits.

Okay, Mr. Jones.

Who you watching the car for?

As if you guys didn't know.

What's that supposed to mean?

Hey, we'd better go someplace and talk.

Before we all get in big trouble, you know?

I'll finish up with him.

Okay, friend, what do you want to talk about?

The guy who hired me... Your old buddy.

Now do you know? Afraid not.

Look, I'll start from the top.

A couple of nights ago I was shooting crap

with some friends, and this John comes in.

Everybody splits but me.

I had a lot of money in the pot, you dig? Yeah.

He was vice.

A detective.

Eh, I figured he'd take a small bust

for misdemeanor gambling.

Right? Right.

Only, it didn't happen.

He said he'd forget the whole thing

if I'd take care of that car for him

for a couple of days and meet him somewhere.

Vice works plain clothes.

How'd you know he was a detective?

He showed me his I.D. card.

One-Adam-12, one-Adam-12, phone the station.

Can you get that? Yeah.

Would it be okay to use your phone?

Help yourself.

Sure, I remember the name.

Forest.

Detective Forest.

I gather you were on your way to a meet.

In about 30 minutes. Where?

The address is in my pocket.

Hey, look, man,

we all got to make a living, don't we?

You, me and Forest.

We understand each other, right?

Do we?

Sure, man.

You're not going to louse up a policeman buddy, are you?

Did you get a backup unit?

Yeah, they're on their way.

Good. They can take Mr. Jones off our hands.

Freddy Rivers is still at the station.

Did you get in touch with him?

Yeah, and guess what.

Freddy saw Forest going into Duke's cafe.

How'd you know that?

Two Bits had this in his pocket.

Duke's address. That's right.

In 30 minutes.

Late lunch today, huh?

Yeah.

Watching the old waistline.

I saw Rivers a little while ago.

He told me you guys still haven't gotten a line

on that bunco... that cleaned him out this morning.

We just fill out the reports, pal.

Somebody else does the heavy thinking.

That deal make me nervous, especially without Duke around.

We do cash a lot of paychecks,

no matter what that sign says.

Harv, have you got any change for a quarter?

I don't believe it.

He's finally going to drop a dime in the jukebox.

Last of the big spenders.

Say, there's a car parked outside in the yellow.

If it belongs to you, sir, you ought to move it.

Oh, thanks. I'm... I'm walking.

How about you, mister?

That car parked outside in the yellow zone,

does it belong to you folks?

No, I don't think I'm in the yellow.

Maybe you'd better take a look.

Thanks, sir. Just in case.

Don't mention it.

How about you, mister?

Anything you'd like to hear?

All right, open the fist

and bring the hand down nice and slow.

Hands on top! Feet back!

All right, who blew the whistle, huh?

We'll tell you all about it when the time comes.

Now what do I have to do, pick the guy out of a lineup?

No, he already confessed.

We just want you to take a look at him.

Well, now, let me get this straight.

You said the guy's I.D. was a copy, right?

Well, now, what did he copy it from?

Wall worked in a Turkish bath for Forest.

He used to take some steam once in a while.

When he saw how much they resembled each other,

Wall got the bright idea.

He lifted Forest's I.D. out of a locker,

had it copied, and then put it back.

Hmm. Pretty shrewd, huh?

Yeah, you'd think so, all right.

Ah, yeah, that's the guy.

Why, hello... ya chump.

Chump, huh?

Who's behind bars, you or me?

When do I get my dough back?

After the trial. Till then, it's evidence.

What's the matter?

You mean you got a cop that looks like him?

Yeah. He'll be conducting the follow-up investigation.

As a matter of fact, you're just about to meet him.

Hal.

You must be Rivers.

Yeah, I feel like we've met.

Hey, is this the guy?

Well, if you're the cop, he's the guy.

I'll be at the gymnasium later to talk with you.

All right.

I can't figure why everyone's so confused.

What?

I don't think we look alike at all.

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