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

with chains and knives.

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Malloy. What's the matter? Don't you recognize me?

Yes, sir. Carl Owens.

I waited a long time for this moment, man.

When'd you get out?

As if you didn't know.

I don't have the faintest idea.

Yesterday, I got out yesterday.

You down here to see somebody?

Yeah, the detective who sent me up.

You guys keep track of ex-convicts, don't you?

You got a job?

Sure. Half a dozen of them.

If I hear of anything, I'll let you know.

Don't bother, Malloy.

Hey, wait a minute.

Carl Owens, the ex-heavyweight?

Yeah, he used to be pretty good.

Yeah, I saw his last fight on television.

It was something else.

I was at ringside.

And he knocked the guy out with a right hook, remember?

The same right hook he killed a man with

a couple of nights later, but not in the ring, in a bar.

Yeah, I heard it took three policeman to put him down.

Four, including me.

Oh, right.

At the trial, didn't he promise

to get even with you or something?

Yeah, as soon as he got out of prison.

I don't know.

I think if Owens had promised to get even with me,

I'd be a little worried.

You would, huh?

Looks like a pretty tough guy. Yeah, he is.

How many times has somebody threatened to get even with you?

I don't know, not including drunks,

half a dozen times, maybe.

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

see the woman, unknown trouble.

253 South Datsun, Apartment 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Well, the hammering stopped at midnight.

Darndest racket you've ever heard.

Naturally, I had the window closed,

and so I didn't hear the moaning

until I got up this morning and opened the window again.

We'll go check it out.

Oh, there's something funny going on over there.

All that crashing and banging, and now this.

Well, we might want to talk to you a little later.

Oh, you'd better.

Why? Well, I'm a woman.

You wouldn't want me to die of curiosity, would you?

Police officers, open up!

Kick it.

That jack must have slipped.

I'll get an ambulance. Yeah.

Could you hear me, mister?

Yeah.

Okay, we'll get you out as soon as we can.

Hang on now.

Pain in my chest. I'm dying.

No, you're not.

You're going to be all right.

Now, just don't try to talk.

Water.

I need water.

In a minute.

As soon as the ambulance gets here.

Please.

Get it off of me.

How is he?

He's pretty weak.

He must have been pinned there all night.

Listen, as it comes up, slide those blocks underneath the frame.

This thing could slip again.

I think I better get some more blocks.

All right, now take it easy. The weight's coming off you.

I'm dying, ain't I?

No, you're not.

Keep talking to me.

I'll talk, you listen.

This is a nice car.

I'll bet it really moves.

We stole it.

Both of 'em.

Okay, that's it.

I better get some more blocks.

Jam this sideways.

All right, now let's see if we can get him out.

Watch his legs. Push his legs around.

Okay.

Oh, man.

What do you think?

I don't know.

His chest is pretty badly crushed.

It's a good thing that old lady opened her window.

Yeah, too bad she didn't open it a little sooner.

It seems funny that the guy'd be working alone.

I doubt that he was.

The others probably panicked, just took off.

Maybe that's why he was so anxious

to admit the cars were stolen.

Sure, nothing like a little revenge.

Oh, Sergeant?

What have you got?

I found this in the victim's pocket.

Looks like a receipt of some kind.

Rivers' Gymnasium.

That's a receipt for a month's locker rental.

Anything else?

Oh, $5 bill and some change.

No wallet, no I.D.

You got any idea how long he laid there?

Oh, quite a while I'd say.

I'll let you know better after the autopsy.

Tough way to go.

Um-hmm. Oh, if it will be any help,

the victim was in excellent physical condition.

That's why he hung on for so long.

By all rights, he should have been dead hours ago.

Thanks, Doc.

Do me a favor, will ya?

Drop by Rivers' Gymnasium.

Sure.

You know Rivers, he won't talk to anybody else.

Come on. Watch your right.

Get your shoulder behind it. Come on, punch hard!

Harder! Come on, move man! You're standing flat-footed!

Hiya, Freddy.

Oh, hi.

Hi, Malloy, Reed.

Carl told me you guys would probably be around.

Didn't waste any time getting here, did you, Malloy?

Owens, this is my partner, Jim Reed.

Picked yourself a great sidekick.

Well, I got lucky.

That's your opinion.

What's the matter, Malloy?

Someone snatch a purse in this end of town?

No.

Well, when they do you'll come looking for me, right?

Not unless you get dirty.

Don't worry about me.

Well, I am.

Watching you work out on this bag,

I doubt if you're fast enough to snatch a purse, Champ.

Go get dressed.

Can we go inside?

All right,

I'm due in the Commissioner's office in 30 minutes.

What's on your mind?

A dead man.

We found this in his pocket.

There's a locker number but no name.

A dead man, where?

Underneath a stolen car.

A jack slipped and the car was sitting on his chest.

57, 57. Yeah, that's what I thought.

Who was he?

Kenny Ryan, light heavy.

Fair prospect but too smart for his own good.

You got a picture of him?

Yeah, I might have one or two.

You know who he hung around with?

Nah, you know better than that, Reed.

Yeah, but I keep hoping you'll see the light.

Look, I'll level with you.

I don't know who his buddies were,

and that's the truth.

Keep it.

Any idea where he lived?

Nope.

Come on, Freddy, the Commission keeps records.

What's Ryan's address?

So see the Commission.

We'll do that.

Hey, Malloy, Yeah.

Carl Owens is a pretty mean cat.

Is that so?

Mmm-hmm.

Be careful of him.

Sometimes I wonder whose side Rivers is on.

The detectives will get Ryan's address

from the Commission, don't worry about it.

I wish I could say the same about Owens.

You figure he'll make a move?

I don't think so.

You don't sound too sure.

Something going down?

I don't know.

Where we going?

Around the block.

There was a guy behind the counter

in Pop Daly's liquor store back there,

a guy I've never seen before.

There's probably an explanation for it,

but you never know.

Maybe Pop took the day off.

Pop hasn't taken a day off in ten years.

Hold it, mister.

You call me, Officers?

Yes, sir. We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Do you mind? Why, of course not.

Not at all.

All right, mister. You're under arrest.

For what? What have I done?

Why don't we take a walk back in the liquor store and find out?

Okay, muscles.

But I'm warning you.

Be careful when you take these handcuffs off.

'Cause when you do, I'm gonna whip ya.

Is that understood?

Mr. Daly?

Help, somebody, help!

Mr. Daly?

I'm back here!

Key's in my coat pocket.

Catch.

How'd you guys know?

I was watching the old geezer like a hawk.

He didn't set off an alarm or nothin'.

No, sir, but you did.

You're crazy. What alarm, where?

Forget it, friend.

Come on, I want to know.

Look, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Let's go.

If you didn't have that gun on, I'd kill you.

Yeah, I know.

Don Sims,

out on bail on the same offense,

armed robbery.

What do we book him on, 211? Yeah.

Maybe we can keep him off the street for a few hours, anyway.

Hey, did you get a line on Kenny Ryan?

Commission told us where he lived,

and we nailed two accomplices.

Oh, just like you figured.

When the others saw the kid with 3,000 pounds of automobile on his chest,

they got scared and just ran off and left him.

Nice people. Yeah.

By the way, I saw Carl Owens today.

Remember Carl? Yeah.

He says hello.

Thanks.

I want to tell you something, mister,

and don't you ever forget it.

Yeah, what's that?

When I get out of jail,

I'm going to look you up and get even,

if it's the last thing I ever do.

Welcome to the club.

Ah, you're a dues paying member.

Member of what?

The "I've been threatened with dire consequences society."

You worried?

No more than you are about Owens.

You getting hungry?

I thought you'd never ask.

Duke's?

Why not?

Must have picked up a railroad spike.

At least.

Why do these things always happen just at lunch time?

Did you check the spare this morning?

Uh, yeah. The spare's okay,

but why don't we just call the shop?

I thought you said you were hungry.

I am. Good.

Let's change the tire and get going.

One-Adam-12 shows Code 6

in the 10,100 block of Winkler Drive.

We are out of service with a flat tire, have a good spare,

and we'll handle it ourselves.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

You know, it seems like

every time I put on a clean uniform,

something always happens.

I've been wondering about that for years.

7024, Roger.

3854, Roger.

You, uh, want to get the lugs?

Yeah, sure.

Guess who?

324 clear.

The eyes of Texas are upon us.

Hi, guys. How you doin'?

Hello, Tex.

Little old flat tire, huh?

No. We're changing the oil.

You're what?

Forget it.

Ow! Oh!

Ooh.

Now that hurt, huh?

Yeah. You might say that.

How come you boys didn't call the shop?

Believe me, I would've, that's for sure.

Tex, Hmm?

Hand me the jack handle, will you?

You betchya.

What's the matter?

I'm on my way to lunch.

Just now washed my hands.

Well, don't let us keep you.

Shoot, I don't mind.

I got time.

How about you boys?

You been to lunch?

We're trying to lose weight.

Too bad. I was gonna buy.

Maybe next time.

Sure.

Bumper jack, huh?

Never trusted 'em.

Watch yourself, Malloy.

Thanks.

Speaking of flat tires, I'll never forget

when I was deputy sheriff back in West Texas.

I'll bet you won't.

What'd you say, Reed?

Uh, nothing.

Anyhow, I was chasing this moonshiner.

Old boy called hisself Leadfoot.

He's whipping around on a dirt road,

about three miles south of town,

when all of a sudden, my right front tire blew out.

Like to scared me to death.

Want to know what happened?

Old Leadfoot thought you were shooting at him.

He stopped the car, and got out and gave up.

He stopped the car, got out, and...

Say, how'd you boys know that?

We've heard this story before.

Oh.

Speaking of stories, I heard a good one last week.

Now, if you don't want to hear it, you just say so.

We don't want to hear it.

Happened in Houston, believe it or not.

Seems this police officer was awful good

at memorizing license plates.

Anyhow, he was chasing a speeder one day,

when all of a sudden, little old sport car

cut right out across in front of me...

Feel better?

Duke makes good chili.

Not according to Tex.

How much did he eat, a half a gallon?

At least.

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

See the woman, a missing juvenile.

40211 Walden Street, apartment 9.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Sorry, Mrs. Park.

I've scoured the place from top to bottom.

Billy just isn't here, that's all there is to it.

You call about a missing child?

Thank God you're here.

How old is he, ma'am?

Four, only four.

Is this your apartment? Yes.

Why don't we go inside and you tell me about him.

Are you sure the boy's not in the building?

Positive, I searched everyplace.

Well, let's look again.

I don't understand. It's not like Billy to run off.

What about that?

Forget it, I looked.

Do you have any empty apartments on this floor?

One, number 5. I showed it this morning.

Well, let's look at it again.

Oh, it's open.

Tell my partner to call an ambulance.

My baby! My baby!

Take it easy, Miss. Please, my baby!

Take it easy. I want my baby!

The best thing for you to do is

to stay out here and let them work.

They're doing everything they can.

How is he, Officer? I don't know, sir.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Park. Can you ever forgive me?

He loved you, and you loved him.

Loved?

Billy's dead.

I just know he is.

No, ma'am. He's alive.

They'll want you inside.

Oh.

How could I be so stupid?

I ought to be horse-whipped.

We all make mistakes.

Yeah, and who suffers for it? Our children.

Yeah, especially Billy.

What's funny? I don't understand.

Neither do I.

Uh, Duke's chili. It was loaded with onions.

What time you got?

4:00.

It looks like my watch has stopped.

Did you see that?

Yeah, it looked like pills.

Go.

Quite an assortment.

Reds, rainbows, uppers.

See if there's another unit around.

It's about time.

Take it easy, now.

That doesn't look right to me.

Going down too easy.

See him? Yeah.

Owens.

Picked up a rumble from a couple other guys I know from the joint.

That so?

It's an ambush. You know that, don't you?

You just told us.

That I did.

Look, I admit, I killed a man once.

But it was an accident.

Planned murder's not my bag.

How about telling us the rest of it?

Carload of men up that alley down the street

rifles and shotguns.

Can you give our back-up unit a roadmap?

Right.

Hey, Owen, thanks, huh?

It's One-Adam-12, Code 6 Adam.

On Ventura and Riverside.

Alert back-up units to be on the lookout

for a carload of suspects armed with shotguns and rifles,

possibly in the alley north of us.

This is a possible ambush.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Malloy!

All right, hold it right there.

Let's go.

Okay, turn around. Hands up against the wall.

Two more weeks, you'll be ready to step ten frames.

Yeah, if I got the nerve.

You did yesterday.

I checked your package this morning.

According to the people upstairs,

you're pretty good with automobile engines.

They run a good school.

This place I know needs a mechanic,

so I told them about you.

How much did you tell them?

All of it,

including yesterday afternoon at 4:00.

You tell them I've been up at the joint?

They're willing to try if you are.

I'll need the address.

You're just about through here, aren't you?

You got a point.

We pass by the place on the way back to the station.

We're about ready to check out.

We'll run you by.

Click off 30 seconds on the big bag,

and I'll be with you.

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