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Lincoln X-ray Ida 483.

One-Adam-12, a 415... fight group, with chains and knives.

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You see what I see?

Yeah.

Forgot to roll my window up.

How'd you teach him to jump in the car like that?

Sir?

I know, you called him with one of those whistles

a human being can't hear, right?

No, not exactly.

It's a great-looking dog.

Wonder who he belongs to.

Never mind that. Just get him out.

Why?

He's a police dog, isn't he?

All right, boy.

Let's go.

Hey, now, what's all that about?

If you ask me, I don't think he's ready to leave.

Well, I am. All right, boy, let's go.

Hit the road.

Tried to take my arm off.

Well, maybe next time you'll remember

to roll up your window.

Some police dog.

Yeah, and some policeman.

Now what do we do?

I'll show you.

All right, Rover. Time's up!

Bail out.

I'm sorry, it was funny.

Does anybody know who the dog belongs to?

Why don't you try the other door?

Surround him, know what I mean?

Yeah, that's not a bad idea.

Well, I got a better idea.

You let him in, so you get him out.

I wonder how he'd like my arm,

medium rare or well done?

What's the matter, men?

Uh, we got a passenger

who doesn't want to get out.

He never does.

Is that so?

He likes to sit in cars, especially black-and-whites.

He's a police dog.

Does that dog belong to you?

Yeah.

Well, if you call him, will he get out and go away?

Sure. Luger minds good.

Luger?

It's a German gun.

I know.

Well, you want to give it a try?

Sure. Here, Luger. Come on, boy.

You're gonna get a ticket someday. Watch and see.

Thanks a lot, pal.

Don't mention it.

Come on, Luger.

Come on, Luger. Come on.

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

See the woman.

A possible kidnapping just occurred.

4745 Cardinal Lane, code 2.

You get that, possible kidnapping? Yeah.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Can we give you some assistance?

He took my baby.

He just picked her up and walked out.

Said if I try to stop him, he'd kill me.

You've got to find him, please.

Who took your baby, ma'am?

My husband.

He's been watching me for days.

Here, at the market, everyplace.

And now he's got my baby.

What are we going to do?

The first thing we ought to do is go inside and talk about it.

Now, what do you say?

I'm sorry, I'm not making sense, I guess.

Come in.

He'd been drinking.

He just pushed the door open and walked in.

Picked up the baby before I had time to stop him.

Why don't you sit down, Mrs...

Bannister, Mrs. Floyd Bannister.

Are you and your husband separated, Mrs. Bannister?

It's been six months now.

My father told me Floyd was no good.

I should've listened to him.

How old's your baby, Mrs. Bannister?

Eight months.

Her name is Lynn, after my mother.

Oh, my God, what am I going to do?

It probably isn't as bad as you think, Mrs. Bannister.

I mean, your husband wouldn't harm the baby, would he?

He'll do anything to get even with me.

He's threatened to steal my baby half a dozen times.

She may be dead now, for all I know.

Was he kind to the baby? Did he ever hurt her?

No. But I called the police

and told them he was going to steal her.

They wouldn't do a thing.

When it's between a husband and a wife,

there's really not a lot we can do about it.

I know. They told me.

Not until somebody commits a crime.

Yes, ma'am.

All right, my baby's been kidnapped.

Isn't that enough?

Mrs. Bannister, do you have legal custody of the child?

The papers are right here.

A court order.

Lynn belongs to me, nobody else.

Did your husband take the baby away in a car?

Yes. A 1970 maroon Ford.

I even know the license number.

C-A-O-6-9-5.

Could you give me a description of your husband?

He's 26, brown hair with blue eyes.

He's 5'10 ", 5'10" and a half,

about 165 pounds.

Did your husband have a gun?

Floyd? He hasn't got the guts.

He had guts enough to come in here and take the baby.

Wait, Floyd does own a gun.

A .22 caliber pistol, I forgot all about it.

Did he have it with him today?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

I'll put out a broadcast.

Do you know where your husband lives?

Around here somewhere, I'm almost positive.

I see him a couple of times a week.

The market, driving by the house,

watching me like a hawk.

He must think a lot of that baby.

He says he does.

But he hates her. It's me he wants.

He said so himself not 30 minutes ago right in this room.

What did he say?

That if we didn't get back together again soon,

something terrible was going to happen.

Like what?

Like I'd never see my baby again.

It's One-Adam-12 with a supplemental

on the occurrence at 4745 Cardinal Lane.

This is a child concealing.

The suspect is the father.

P.R. can give no possible destination.

The suspect may be living in the vicinity of Cardinal Lane.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

All units, additional on the call, 4745 Cardinal Lane.

What makes you think the guy's still in the area?

He's been seen in the neighborhood.

He took the baby because he wants his wife back.

I think he'll stay around pretty close now.

And what about the baby? You think she'll be okay?

I can tell you what usually happens.

Bannister will take the child wherever he lives,

let his wife worry a while,

then he'll give her a call.

She'll promise to talk things over

if he'll bring the baby back.

Later she'll drop the charges.

Kiss and make up time, huh?

As a rule, yeah.

But you can't always be sure.

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

see the manager, a business dispute.

Olive and Pine at the drugstore.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

For the last time, there's your money.

Take it or leave it.

I even left a tip for you, sweetheart.

Here.

Oh, you're all heart, Mr. Ward.

Another book or two of those, and we can all retire.

What's going on, folks?

Oh, hiya, fellas.

Meet Mr. Ward, a very slow man with a buck.

He's trying to beat me out of a meal.

That's a lie.

I never took nothing in my life without paying for it.

There's your money right there.

Well, those are trading stamps.

You bet they are, and they're good as gold.

He had a hamburger and a milkshake, just like always.

Only today, he's trying to pull a fast one.

Now you look here, the manager of this store

gave me them stamps himself.

Said they was just like money.

Now, if that ain't the truth, I hope I drop dead.

See what I mean? You calling me a liar?

Now look, Mr. Ward.

These stamps are just like money in a way, only...

You heard what he said, they're like money.

That's good enough for me.

Now just a minute, Mr. Ward. Now.

I'm afraid trading stamps aren't exactly legal tender.

So, why don't you just ante up a dollar and a quarter

and we can forget the whole thing?

Now doesn't that sound reasonable?

What if I ain't got a dollar and a quarter?

What do you do then, big fella? Lock me up?

Well, we just might.

Oh, yeah? What for?

Defrauding an innkeeper.

Him, an innkeeper?

He sure got a way with words, hasn't he?

How about it, Mr. Ward?

I don't know. I might just go to jail.

Suit yourself.

Might as well start writing, partner.

Yeah, guess we might as well.

Okay.

I'll pay, I'll pay.

But I'll never come in here again.

Promise? Give me the check.

Here you are, Mr. Ward.

That'll be $1.25.

Here, take it out of here.

A hundred dollar bill.

Smallest I got.

I read about an old guy like that a while back.

He died in a flophouse.

Owner found 80,000 bucks

in his suitcase underneath his bed.

That's a lot of loot.

What would you do with $80,000?

I heard about an island once

where the crime rate is zero.

I think I'd go there and pitch a tent.

Am I glad you guys came along.

What's the problem?

Well, maybe nothing, but I've got a hunch.

A hunch about what?

Well, this is the end of the line, right?

I turn around here, route 3.

When I just pulled in, the passengers all get off except this one guy.

He's asleep.

I go back to wake him up, and I see it,

a gun in his coat pocket.

What kind of a gun?

.38, I think.

The guy looks so mean,

I-I'm afraid to wake him.

The gun's in his left-hand coat pocket.

You want me to sneak in and open the back door?

No, you'd better stay out here.

Glad to.

What do you think?

Did he have his left hand in his jacket pocket?

The gun was in there.

The butt was in plain sight.

Well, it's not there now.

Figure he's playing possum? Yeah.

But why? I don't get it.

His shirt and pants look like a prison uniform.

He could be an escapee.

Woke up when we got here and now he's trapped.

What are you gonna do?

You take these people across the street

and stay with them.

Can you cover him from back there?

No, not unless he stands up.

He's got to stand up sometime.

Okay, mister, reveille and freeze.

What?

What's going on?

Take your left hand out nice and slow.

Why?

What's the matter?

What'd I do?

Is something wrong?

Now your right hand, slow and easy.

Come on now, what's this all about?

Huh?

You all right? Yeah.

Is he dead? I don't know.

I'll call an ambulance.

Good report, Reed.

Thanks.

Thomas Oaks, escapee, three-time loser.

Age 40 with a total of 18 years in prison.

Nice guy. Real friendly.

Sergeant MacDonald. Yeah, put him on.

It's the county general.

Hello, doctor, how's it going?

Oh.

Okay, I'll give him the word.

Thanks for the information.

Is he dead?

Hardly.

They wheeled him out of the operating room.

He's in the prison ward,

and already threatening to bust out.

I'm glad he's alive.

Aren't you?

Well, Oaks has already killed one man.

Today he tried for number 2.

If I could be sure he'd never have another chance,

yeah, I'd be glad.

Yeah. Well, it's bad enough to have to shoot a guy.

Just glad I didn't kill him.

Well, I hope you never feel any other way.

I should have got him myself.

Yeah, you fired before Reed.

Yeah. I missed.

Well, the shooting review board will meet this afternoon.

You two will be on station duty the rest of the day.

You get any sleep last night?

No, not too much, why?

Well, the review board gave us a clean bill.

The shooting was justified.

Hey, speaking of shooting, uh,

what happened to your aim?

You were supposed to be the old expert.

Uh-huh.

Oh, don't tell me you were ducking.

Well, that's possible.

Well, what do you know?

He's human.

Ey, back at the station,

I saw you talking to the detectives.

Anything new on Floyd Bannister?

They checked the machine shop where he works.

He's called in sick the last five days.

I take it they didn't come up with an address.

Oh, yeah.

They found an address on the other side of town.

They check it?

Mmm-hmm. He moved out this morning.

Hey.

Looks like we got a customer.

Yeah.

Open padlock, you see it?

Good afternoon, sir.

Give you some assistance?

No thanks, no. We're fine.

Would you mind stepping out of the cab, please?

Well, what for?

I mean, I'm in a hurry, you understand?

Your truck seems to be overloaded.

We'd like to take a look at the cargo.

Overloaded? No, I... I don't think so.

Look, officer,

we've got a delivery to make.

It's a rush order. We're late now. You mind?

Out the side, mister.

Anything you say. Come on.

Look out, he's got a gun!

All right, keep your hands where I can see 'em.

Don't move.

There's one in the back. They're hijackers!

Turn around, hands up against the truck.

Feet back and spread 'em.

All right, left hand on top of your head.

Let's go.

Let's get this one.

Come on.

Stay back.

Got another one inside the truck.

He's got a gun.

All right, inside the truck,

this is the police.

Now open the door slowly.

I want to see your hands straight up in the air.

I'm clean.

I mean it.

My gun's on the floor.

Put your hands on top of your head

and climb out of the truck.

Yes, sir.

Only don't shoot.

It ain't worth it.

Hands up against the truck,

feet back and spread 'em.

Put your left hand on top of your head.

You know, I, uh,

I had my truck in the alley locked up, see?

I come out of the store, and this guy here,

he sticks a gun in my ribs and says they're taking over.

I ask you, what's a guy supposed to do, huh?

You did the right thing.

Yeah, well, I've been hijacked before

and I got some scars to prove it.

All that booze.

I could sure use a drink.

Sorry, pal.

You're going on the wagon.

There you are, one report each.

What are you guys trying to do, snow me under?

Just fighting crime, Mac, when and where we find it.

I was in talking to the detectives.

Your hijackers are solving more crimes

you can shake a stick at.

They've already confessed over a dozen truck jobs

in the last six months.

Well, you don't think we'd bring you

just any old hijackers, do you?

Well, they're a couple of winners, all right.

You all through? Yeah.

And, hey, it was interesting.

You know, those dicks in there know what they're doing.

We appreciate your cooperation.

Oh. Hey, listen.

Now, I know you guys got your rules and all that,

but, I got a truckload

of first-class booze sitting out there,

and I'd like you to have a case apiece on me.

What do you say? No thanks.

Yeah, your boss might object.

No, no, I already talked to him about it.

He's all for it.

Your boss sounds like a pretty nice guy.

Yeah, you want to trade?

Thanks anyway, but no, thanks.

All right. See you in court.

Right. Thanks a lot, and lots of luck.

Same to you.

A case apiece.

That's the best offer we've had all day. Yeah.

Will you keep an eye on him?

Maroon Ford.

Did you get the license number?

No.

Let's take a look.

He's starting to rabbit.

Looks like we found our child stealer.

Charles-Adam-Ocean-695.

Get on the air

and tell them we're in pursuit

This is One-Adam-12 in pursuit,

southbound on Chandler, nearing Dickenson.

Suspect vehicle is a 1970 maroon Ford.

License number Charles-Adam-Ocean-695.

All units on all frequencies stand-by,

One-Adam-12 is in pursuit.

All right, sweetheart.

Everything's going to be fine.

Yes.

All right, mister.

Let's go. End of the line.

You don't understand. She hates the baby.

She'll kill her, I know she will.

Who are you talking about?

My wife.

The baby's not mine. Don't you understand?

But I love her, I can't help it.

All right, keep talking, Bannister.

I was overseas.

You know what I'm trying to say?

She got herself pregnant.

I told her it didn't matter, but...

But she wouldn't believe me,

and broke up our marriage.

I went by the house to give her some money.

She said she was gonna kill herself and the baby too.

I picked up the kid and ran.

Well, I doubt if running would have

solved any of your problems.

Yeah, it would.

I just didn't run far enough.

What's the matter?

I am bushed.

Had yourself quite a day.

Yeah.

Did you hurt your leg

when you went cross-country after Bannister?

Yeah, I twisted my ankle a little bit.

You'd better soak it when you get home tonight.

Hey, did you buy that stuff that Bannister was putting out?

Somebody did.

The baby's been put in protective custody.

At least she'll be safe until they figure out who's lying.

Yeah. Beautiful kid.

Ooh.

Ah, it's worse than I thought.

I'd better drop by Central Receiving.

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