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Lincoln X-ray Ida 483.

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

with chains and knives.

♪♪

Hello, Officers.

I'm Walt Cook. I just lost an airplane.

I'm Pete Malloy. Jim Reed.

Yeah, you want to tell us about it?

There's not much to tell.

About 20 minutes ago, I was out back.

Somebody stole my airplane.

I got a call from the tower.

Is it possible someone could have borrowed the plane?

No, I don't think so.

How'd the tower operator happen to call you?

He recognized my airplane taxiing out to the runway.

The pilot, whoever he is,

never bothered to get a taxi clearance,

so the tower called him.

He wouldn't answer.

But by the time they got a security guard out there,

he'd taken off.

He cut three airplanes right out of the pattern.

Reminds me of another case.

Yeah, the kid that read the book, thought he could fly?

That's what shook 'em up in the tower.

Pretty bad, huh?

Well, according to half a dozen people up there,

the guy's never been off the ground,

or he's blind drunk.

Excuse me.

You, uh, ever bust a flying 502?

No.

What do you do, pull him over to the nearest cloud?

Gentlemen, the tower's got him on the radio.

If we go outside, maybe we can see him.

Better bring the car up. We might need it.

Right.

Van Nuys Tower, this is 99X.

Whoo-wee!

How you reading, ol' buddy?

Niner-niner X-ray,

what is your position and intention, over?

In about one minute,

I'm going to be right over your field, Van Nuys,

and I'm going to land this machine.

Sounds bombed.

Yeah, my poor airplane. Yeah.

I'm more worried about the people on the ground.

All aircraft in the Van Nuys Airport pattern,

we have an emergency.

You are requested to exit the pattern and clear the area.

Is that your airplane?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Niner-niner X-ray, this is Van Nuys Tower.

Get her downwind, right-hand traffic,

runway 3-4 right.

Report a beam to the tower, over.

Are you kiddin'?

What does all that mean?

Here he comes.

Forget the downwind jazz, old buddy.

I'm going to show you guys

a landing that will put you away.

I'll bet on that.

Can we get out there?

Sure. Let's go.

Niner-niner X-ray, this is Van Nuys Tower.

You are cleared to land.

Exercise caution.

Doesn't look too good, does it?

No, I don't think so.

Easy, boy. Easy.

How much can that landing gear take?

A lot more than I can, I'll tell you that.

Keep it flying, boy. Get some power on!

Niner-niner X-ray, go around, go around.

What do you think I'm trying to do, pal?

This thing don't act right, though.

I'm going to try it once more, Van Nuys.

If that doesn't work, the heck with it.

Uh-oh, look.

Hey, we're still in business.

Cross your fingers.

I've got them crossed.

Somebody help me.

I'm scared!

My first time, boys.

Would you believe that?

Get out of here!

Darn fool kid, he's drunker than a skunk.

He's out like a light.

Well, at least your airplane's okay.

Yeah.

Wait a minute.

Wow.

Mixture's rich.

Switches still on.

What made the engine stop?

He was out of gas.

Did Sergeant MacDonald speak to you about that missing juvenile report?

He said he gave you the information.

What's he want us to do?

The department got a letter from some woman in the Midwest.

Her daughter's a runaway.

17 years old.

And she's been seen in L.A.?

No. She got a letter from her daughter

with an L.A. postmark.

She did some detective work and came up with an address.

Mac wants us to check it out.

What's the address?

1932 Dyre Avenue.

This must be the place.

Let's take a look in back.

Get a load of that.

An alarm system.

Something tells me she's not going to be home.

Well, maybe she's hurt. Yeah.

You ever see anything like it?

Not that I recall.

Well, it looks like we interrupted lunch.

Two people.

I think we interrupted more than lunch.

Nothing like a little pot to settle a meal.

Why don't you take a look around?

I'll stay here in case they try to cut out.

Right.

The house is empty.

I even checked the attic.

Well, they couldn't have gone too far.

Right.

What are you looking for? I don't know.

A panel or something, I guess.

It'd be easy to hide on a wall like this.

Guess, it would at that.

Where's that door lead to?

That's a closet.

Some clothes and some junk.

No exit, top or bottom.

What now?

Now we go away.

What are you doing?

Going to booby trap it.

Ah-hah. Ze old paper in ze door trick.

At least we'll know if anybody's been in or out.

I bet they're hiding within 30 feet of here.

You want to bet?

I don't like the odds.

I wonder who that girl's living with.

The clothes in the closet belong to a man.

Or a reasonable facsimile.

All units in the vicinity

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

a 211 in progress at the market.

532 Beatrice Drive.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

We're getting close.

Cover the back.

Freeze, mister! Don't move a muscle!

It's okay, Officer. I'm just closing up.

Put your hands up and move over to the door!

Honest, I mean it. It's okay.

Everything's fine.

You all right?

Don't worry about me.

How many are there? Uh, two.

One of them's got a shotgun.

Can they get out the back way?

There ain't no back way.

Anybody else in the store?

They... They ran them all out.

One of them must have called you, I guess.

Heard a shot.

That was the guy at the cash register.

They're back there now, two of them.

This is the only way in or out. Yeah, I know.

The store rooms are all locked up,

but the attic ain't.

I saw one of the men running for the ladder.

You sure?

Yeah. The one with the shotgun.

Okay, you stay here and keep your head down.

You can count on it.

Hold it, mister!

Now come out nice and slow

with your hands where I can see 'em.

Okay, I'm coming out.

Don't shoot.

Right over here.

Whatever you say. I... I've had it.

Where's your partner?

I saw him running.

I don't know where he went.

He's clean.

I didn't mean to shoot.

You scared me.

Your partner armed?

Who knows.

Hi, Malloy. What've you got?

211 suspects. One's still in the attic.

Why don't one of you guys go outside and watch the roof?

How do you figure to get the climber? I don't know.

Keep an eye on this one.

All right, mister, we know you're up there.

Come on down.

Maybe he crawled out a ventilator.

You're wasting time, buddy. Come on down from there.

I can't walk! I twisted my leg!

Yeah. Sure you did.

Now throw out that gun and come on down.

I haven't got a gun and I can't walk.

Okay. I'm coming up.

You out of your mind?

I need help!

Well, that settles that.

Okay, mister, you stay where you are.

The tear gas will be right up.

Get MacDonald.

Wait a minute. I'm coming down.

The gun first!

Here! Here's your guns.

Don't shoot! I'm giving up!

All right, mister. Nice and slow.

Don't shoot now, okay?

The gun went off accidentally.

I didn't mean to shoot.

Yeah, we know.

Hands up against the case, come on.

Okay. All right.

Hey, did you, uh, happen to notice

how good that market smelled? Uh-huh.

Mozzarella and salami, garlic, provolone.

Okay, okay. Where do you want to eat?

How about farmer's market?

All right.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, see the man.

A 459 report.

1728 O'Connell Street.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Morning. Morning.

I'm Del Hoenig.

Say, where were you guys last night?

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

Ever seen anything like this before?

Yeah. Once in a movie.

What's missing, Mr. Hoenig?

A 3-ton safe and about 10,000 bucks.

The safe used to sit in that window.

I'll call for the detectives.

You know, nobody saw anything or heard anything.

It was Sunday, you know.

It was a good thing

I decided to come down and do some work.

Well, it looks like a pretty professional job.

Yeah. I bet you won't find a single fingerprint.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Yeah, what's bugging me is what they used

to lift that safe out of there.

A tow truck, probably.

What makes you so sure? I just got the word.

A tow truck was stolen about three blocks from here last night.

The detectives are checking the report.

They'll be over here as soon as they finish.

Well, it may cost me 10,000 bucks,

but I hope whoever took my old safe

is smart enough to know how to get the door open.

Why is that?

I've got it booby trapped.

And when they open the door, it'll blow 'em to kingdom come.

Hey, I've heard of some crazy burglar alarms,

but can you imagine a guy wiring a stick of dynamite

to the door of his own safe to booby trap it?

Yeah. Mr. Hoenig's going to have

a little explaining to do himself.

Speaking of booby traps,

you want to check on our runaway?

Why not?

Your booby trap worked anyhow.

At least we know they've been here.

I got a feeling they're still here.

They haven't run out of grass.

I wonder where in the heck they could be.

Go.

All right, up you come.

Please, we haven't done anything.

I don't have a gun.

Now that's the truth.

So take it easy, huh?

Let's go. Out of there, both of you.

All right, up against the wall, mister.

Feet back and spread 'em.

You want to sit down?

What's your name, mister?

Rogers. Gerald Rogers.

How old are you? 26.

Who's the girl?

Diane Michelle.

She's from out of town.

And hey, man, we haven't done anything

to be shoved around about.

It's true. Just like he said.

How old are you, miss? 19. I can prove it.

Well, your mother says you're only 17.

So what?

Is it a crime to be 17 instead of 19?

Crime is contributing.

I mean, that's why you rigged that alarm system, isn't it?

That and the pot?

What do you have on your face? Cold cream.

We were going to go to Vegas, and I wanted to be pretty.

Look, man, I love her, and she loves me.

And we're going to get married.

I wouldn't count on it.

You want to wipe your face?

Are you going to arrest us?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

You had to write that stupid mother of yours.

Oh, Gerry, please.

It's what you been crying for, isn't it.

Hmm? To go home to Mother?

Gerry, don't. I love you.

Let's get out of here.

Malloy, Reed, glad you could make it.

Found that booby trap safe, huh?

Well, I hope so.

We got a tip from a neighbor who lives in that old house.

Been watching the garage since early thing morning.

She see the safe?

No, but she did see a tow truck drive away right after dawn.

She's been watching guys crawling in and out

of that place ever since.

Crawling?

It seemed that they raised that garage door a foot or two

and they crawled in and out underneath it.

That's what made her suspicious.

I take it she hasn't heard any explosions.

No, just the sound of high-speed power drills, that's all.

How do you want to do it?

We checked the building.

The big door's the only entrance.

We'll pull the power switch.

Figure that ought to smoke them out.

How many guys are inside?

We, uh... We heard three voices.

You called for assistance. What do you want us to do?

I want you to coast your car right down to position in front of that garage door.

When you get into position, then we'll pull the switch.

We'll be on both sides of the door.

When they start to come out, we'll grab the door

and shove it up as high as we can.

We'll hit them with the spotlight.

You got it, so let's get moving

before they set off that booby trap.

Yeah. Right.

Hey, what happened to the lights?

Hold it!

You okay? Yeah.

How is he?

Pretty bad.

Reed, call an ambulance, will you?

This all you cops got to do?

Go around shooting people?

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