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Lincoln X-ray Ida 483.

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

with chains and knives.

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Amalgamated Products.

What do they make here? Beats me.

Whatever it is though, somebody must have tried to heist it.

Thank you.

Oh, come in, gentlemen, come in.

I'm Officer Malloy, this is my partner, Jim Reed.

How do you do? I'm Phil Watters, Plant Superintendent.

You reported a theft, Mr. Watters.

That's right, and there's the thief right there.

His name is Elmo Constant.

Works in our shipping department.

Our security man's already made out a report.

It's a lie, I never stole anything.

We've been having a lot of trouble around here lately...

Accidents, stealing, a little of everything.

Maybe now it'll stop.

This report indicates theft and subsequent recovery

of some kind of electronics equipment.

Could we take a look at it, please?

I'm sorry, that item's back in stock now.

We'll have to book it for evidence, Mr. Watters.

I'm afraid you can't do that.

It's classified equipment.

Under no circumstances can it leave the premises.

Well.

Well, Malloy, what do you know?

Hello, Ed.

You two know each other?

This is the guy I've been telling you about, Mr. Watters.

Pete Malloy, the big operator.

A guy that got me kicked out of the Police Department.

Look, I'm trying to tell ya,

I don't know what they're talking about.

I ain't no thief, do you understand?

Admit it, Bowler, you're looking for a pigeon and I'm it.

If I'm lying, I hope I drop dead.

What are you waiting for, Malloy?

Arrest him.

I'll make the charges stick, don't worry.

Or maybe you were thinking of taking his word over mine.

I'm sorry, Mr. Watters,

we can't make an arrest without some sort of evidence.

Now, if you think you've got a case, we'll be glad to listen.

I'm sorry we bothered you gentlemen.

Malloy.

Still playing it by the numbers, huh?

Friendly warning, kid.

The name's Reed.

If you're ever in a jam,

don't count on too much help from your partner, here.

Is that so?

Yeah. I'll tell you something else, too.

That guy in there is guilty and I plan on proving it.

I'll be calling you again, Malloy.

Wait and see.

"No evidence of crime committed."

If Watters and Bowler have it in for Constant,

why don't they just fire him? Beats me.

They'll be lucky if he doesn't slap them

with a civil suit for false arrest.

I'd be tempted, I think.

Why'd Bowler get kicked out of the department?

He was making an arrest,

used excessive force on the suspect.

He acts like he holds you personally responsible.

I was a witness.

What do you think of that?

You having some trouble?

Yeah, some people should look where they're going.

Nice little radio. How's it work?

Oh, it works like a charm.

Does it belong to you?

Of course it does.

What about the rest of this stuff?

That yours, too?

Oh, oh, it's all mine, don't worry.

I'm, uh... I'm just moving.

I just checked out of my room.

Where was your room located?

Uh, the old one?

Uh, that apartment building right there.

Uh, well, I... I got to be going.

I'll be seeing you. Which room?

Huh?

Which room are you moving from?

Oh, uh, 402.

Would you mind showing it to us?

The room?

Well, what for?

If you guys are looking for a room,

that one's already rented.

I guess we're out of luck, partner.

Oh, maybe there's another vacancy.

What's the manager's name?

Oh, now look, fellows, I got to be going.

I got to meet a guy, you know.

Before you go,

can't you tell us the manager's name?

Oh, uh...

Hey! Hold him.

You thief!

You lousy, stinkin' thief!

Wait a while, take it easy.

That stuff he's got, it's mine, I tell ya.

Some friend you turned out to be.

I gave you a flop and you steal me blind.

Look at that!

It's my shoes he's wearing.

Now, can you believe that?

I couldn't help it, C.J., and you know it.

But it's all your fault.

You shouldn't have left me alone.

What are you waiting for?

Lock him up and lose the key!

Now, I ask you, who can you trust nowadays?

Look, are you sure these things belong to you?

Absolutely.

Everything, including the shoes.

Now make him take them off.

This sidewalk's hot.

All right, you want to put the bags down?

All right, you want to show me some I.D.?

I.D.?

Oh, yes.

Herring, is that your last name?

That's right, Herring.

I'm Blanch, C.J. Blanch.

That's him, that's the man!

He's the one. Don't let him go!

He robbed me, Officers.

Just now, not five minutes ago.

Well, Mr. Herring, it looks like it just isn't your day.

Not him. Him!

Thought I didn't see ya, huh, buster?

I saw him though.

With his hand right smack in the till.

By the time I got out of the kitchen,

he was gone and the dough was gone.

He took 15 bucks out of that till

and he didn't even pay for the chili dog.

Search him.

I'll bet my money's still on him.

All right, mister, open your hand and take it out slowly.

Oh, come on now.

You mean you think I've got a gun?

I was just going to give her loot back.

That's all, okay?

What's so funny, friend?

You and me are gonna be roommates again, pal.

Can I at least have my shoes back?

My feet are killing me.

My money, you mind.

Your money will be booked as evidence, ma'am.

I'll give you a receipt for it. You can get it back later.

All right you two, let's go.

Come on.

What did he do?

Well, it looks like he cleaned out his friend's apartment.

Now, wait a minute.

You mean he was stealing from him,

while he was stealing from me?

Is that right?

Yes, ma'am.

I know it's confusing.

What's the matter?

Oh, Blanch and Herring.

Yeah, if they ever bring back Vaudeville,

those two will get rich.

No, the traveling expenses would kill them.

Huh?

When I booked them, they both demanded separate rooms.

You want to see if there's another unit somewhere around here?

This is One-Adam-12 requesting any available unit

in the vicinity of Budlong and Eden.

Meet us on Tach 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Any available unit in the vicinity

Budlong and Eden, meet One-Adam-12

on Tach 2 and identify.

Nothing.

You better switch it to Tach 2.

One-Adam-12, this is One-Adam-15.

We're six blocks south of your location.

What's the problem?

It sounds like we've got a couple hot rodders

in the area playing drag strip.

Roger. We heard them, too.

They're about three blocks west of us.

We'll try to sneak up behind them from this side.

What do you say?

Roger, 15. We'll turn toward you.

There they are.

I don't think she's going to stop.

This is One-Adam-12 requesting an ambulance.

We have a T.A. with injuries, Eden and Hill.

This unit not involved.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Are you all right, ma'am?

Ma'am, are you all right?

Oh, no.

Billy?

You're wasting your breath.

I don't believe it.

He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be.

I wouldn't bet on it.

He was the best driver I knew.

The best!

What's your name?

It was her fault.

You saw her, didn't you?

The stupid dame. Didn't you see her?

Yeah, we saw her.

I'll kill her!

I'll kill her! Get him out of here!

I'll kill her!

Your suspect still raising Cain?

Yeah, he's blaming everybody but himself.

I got another one for you.

Ed Bowler. Again?

He just called. You better get right over there.

What's the deal? He says he found a bomb.

There it is.

Just the way I found it. I haven't touched a thing.

What makes you think it's a bomb?

I case the buildings, sonny.

This is the only thing I found that wasn't where it belongs.

Well, was there a bomb threat, Bowler?

Watters' secretary received the call about an hour ago.

Watters wasn't in,

the girl notified me immediately.

Gave the building a shake and found that.

My secretary just told me... Did you find the bomb?

Yes, sir. Right over there.

What? That package? Yes, sir.

Where's the fuse, shouldn't there be one?

Not necessarily, sir.

Shouldn't we dump it in a pail of water or something?

No, sir, that's exactly what we shouldn't do.

Don't worry, Mr. Watters, I'll handle this.

If this is a bomb, I want it handled by professionals.

This is a storeroom for shipping supplies.

Constant works in shipping, he has a key.

Now, as far as I'm concerned, I have all the answers I need.

Cool down, Ed.

We were lucky once when Constant agreed

not to sue us for false arrest.

Let's not stick our necks out again.

We've had bomb scares before.

They've always turned out to be false alarms.

I'm betting this one will, too.

I'd like to call a bomb squad... they're the pros.

Well, what about my employees? I've got a full shift working.

I'd advise you to clear the premises, sir.

But that decision's up to you.

I guess we'd better evacuate the plant.

Yes, sir.

I'd also suggest you don't say anything about the bomb.

It's a bomb, huh? You made up your mind?

No, sir, but we don't want anybody to panic.

Okay, Ed, get with it.

How many people inside, Malloy?

Nobody.

The plant super staged a practice fire drill

to clear the building.

Employees are all out in back in a receiving yard.

63 of 'em.

Do they have a fire protection setup?

Yeah, it's standing by.

You all set? Right. Let's do it.

Hi, Ed Bowler, plant security. Building's cleared.

This is Sergeant Casey and I'm Sergeant Bell.

Fire Arms and Explosives sections, huh?

Yes, sir. It's right in here.

You better wait outside, Mr. Bowler.

Oh, yeah, well, whatever you say.

That's it over there.

All right, move this crate back out of here.

Yeah.

What's on the other side of this wall?

The computer room.

If that's a bomb and it goes off,

they're out of business, period.

So are we.

There's no timing mechanism.

What does that mean?

If it is a bomb,

it isn't set to explode by any mechanical timing device.

The trigger's either electronic or chemical.

Okay, Malloy, you and your partner clear out, huh?

Well, let's try a window.

Here?

Um-hmm.

Cardboard.

Careful, not too deep.

Yeah.

Those guys are something else, huh?

Couple of the best.

Six sticks.

I don't see any chemical detonator.

Let's get it out of here.

I'll get the sled. Yeah.

It's a bomb all right.

We'll bring it outside before we try to de-arm it.

You fellows might survey the building.

Look for some sort of remote electronic triggering device.

What do we do if we find one?

Just don't press any buttons.

Malloy, you did say you'd requested

no radio transmission in this area, didn't you?

Yeah. Good man.

Bell, give me a hand, will you, please?

Thanks.

Probably set the blow by remote trigger.

If this doesn't blow it, we'll carry it out of here.

That's it.

Huh?

Yeah, it's all yours.

Twitch it around. Okay, get me in position.

Wait, now.

All right?

I'm set.

That's enough.

Let's get it out of here.

Easy does it, pal.

Watch those feet.

At times like these I wish they were smaller.

I told you I've already checked the building.

The only bomb is the one we found.

You want to check somebody's locker?

Try Constant's. Here.

Reed. A remote TV tuner.

So what?

You know, one of those things, you press the button

and change the channels... You better not touch it.

What do you think?

Let's go ask somebody that knows.

Ah. That should do it.

No amateur made this baby. You bet.

Well, find something, Malloy? I don't know.

Hi, Mac. Case, how goes it?

Can't complain.

If this thing is the remote triggering device,

it'll be easy enough to find out.

We'll check it through a volt ohm meter.

We found it one of the employee's lockers.

Elmo Constant.

He's a thief and he's a liar,

but I'll admit I never pegged him for a bomber.

Well, a little while ago you seemed pretty positive.

Yeah, I guess I did at that, didn't I?

Hello, Bowler.

Okay, now if this meter registers

when I press this little button,

you found your triggering device.

Bingo, we'll book it with the bomb.

I'll go get Constant right now.

Where is he?

With the employees in the receiving yard.

Wait a minute, Ed.

Let us handle it, okay?

No nitro crystals.

Look, I ain't going to take the rap for no bomb attack.

I don't even know what you're talking about.

And that's the truth.

He claims that he has no idea

how that remote gizmo got in his lunch pail.

Okay, so I picked up a couple of bucks

for putting that package in the storeroom.

I didn't know it was a bomb.

Who paid you to put the package in there?

I told them... It was Mr. Baker.

He works in Experimental.

Give me Experimental.

Well, Malloy,

it looks like I wasn't so wrong after all.

I'd say we were all pretty lucky.

Hello. This is Watters.

Is Mr. Baker there?

He what?

I see, thank you.

Baker went home about an hour ago.

Apparently he wasn't feeling very well.

Do you have his address?

Oh, I can call him for you.

I'd rather you didn't do that, sir.

Personnel.

I'll call another unit to take in your suspect.

You and Reed check out Baker.

Right.

Hello, this is Mr. Watters.

Yes. Give me Mr. Baker's address.

What did Watters say about this guy, Baker?

Oh, good worker, quiet type.

Been with the firm a long time.

There it is, up there.

This is One-Adam-12, show us code 6

at 337 South Wyler.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Yes?

Mrs. Baker?

Mrs. Baker passed away six months ago.

Do you live here alone, ma'am?

Just the two of us, my brother and I.

I'm all he has left.

It was a shock. A great shock.

Well, does your brother work for Amalgamated Products?

He did.

I beg your pardon?

He walked out this afternoon.

Ten years without a promotion.

Did you ever hear of anything so terrible?

Where is your brother now?

Oh, he came home and went right out to the garage.

It's his own, private castle, you know.

Is it out back? You enter through the alley.

Thank you very much.

He'll only tell you

to go away and leave him alone.

Yes, ma'am.

Sounds like a car engine.

No handle.

Must open by remote signal.

Baker?

Baker?

There's a window on this side.

Okay, get an ambulance!

This is One-Adam-12 requesting an ambulance

to the alley behind 337 South Wyler.

We have an attempted suicide in a vehicle.

Carbon monoxide gas.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

What did Constant say when MacDonald turned him loose?

Something about leaving town.

I think he's had about all of Amalgamated he can take.

I can't say that I blame him.

Old Baker had it figured out pretty good.

All Constant had to do was get curious enough to press that button.

I'm just glad Baker waited until after lunch

to plant his trigger.

Hiya, Mac.

Well, you guys had a fairly busy day, didn't you?

Tell us about it.

Got a call from the hospital.

Baker's out of danger. He's gonna live.

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