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

with chains and knives.

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The woman's name is Terry. Address is 8260.

Oh, the detectives tried to pick her up before?

Yeah, they want her brought in for questioning on a felony warrant.

Miller dropped by yesterday. Nobody was home.

They talk to the watch commander?

Yeah, he approved their request to have us go pick her up.

Who made the complaint? Mrs. Terry's husband.

He claims that she bent a beer bottle over his head.

Maybe she left town.

Or she's down at the store. Huh?

Buying another six-pack.

Mr. Claude Terry? That's me.

We'd like to speak with Mrs. Terry, please.

What for?

You filed an assault charge.

We have a felony warrant for Mrs. Terry's arrest.

The detectives down at the station would like to talk to her.

Forget it, boys.

I beg your pardon?

I said forget it. It was all a mistake.

I'm afraid we're still gonna have to talk to your wife, Mr. Terry.

All right.

Come on in.

Arrest my wife, huh? Over my dead body!

Open up! Boy, you better holler for help!

Open up in there!

So you want a little, too, huh, buddy?

Okay, you got it!

I'm gonna take him on. Okay.

Come on, boys!

How ya feel, copper?

Come on!

Come on. Come on. I'm ready...

Come on.

What in the name of goodness is going on here?

Mrs. Terry?

What are you guys doing here?

What's the big idea?

Look at this place!

Just look at it!

We're police officers.

Oh, I get it.

It's that complaint you filed, isn't it?

Now, look, baby. Don't get excited.

Why, you stupid... I tried to tell 'em, baby, but they wouldn't listen.

What were you trying to tell us?

I'm withdrawing the complaint. I refuse to press charges.

I'm not mad at anybody.

You could've fooled me.

Oh, it was just a lovers' quarrel.

So what's a little tap on the noggin? Right, baby?

I oughta break you! All right. That's enough of that.

Keep your hands off my wife. You understand?

Now, listen to me, the two of you, you're both under arrest,

and I don't want any more trouble. Good! Put the cuffs on him!

You're kidding, doll.

Put 'em on good and tight, 'cause he's dangerous.

Oh, you don't say? You, too, Mrs. Terry.

Sure. But first,

I got...

My only mistake was using a beer bottle on that skull of yours instead of an anvil.

Now, look, honey. You don't mean that. You know you don't.

Really? Well, I got news for you, lover.

I'll still use that anvil on the first guy

who even looks like he's going to bail you out of jail.

All right. In here, Mr. Terry.

Oh, no.

Good. I'd much prefer a separate room.

We insist on it.

I'll get the watch commander.

Hey. What?

I love you.

How come you didn't use your batons on the suspect?

You want to tell him?

We left him in the car.

Oh, that was smart.

Yeah. Brilliant.

Well, you're going to be sore for a few days,

but the X-rays didn't show any cracks.

I'd say you were lucky.

Check this tooth for me, will you, Doc?

It feels a little loose there.

Uh-huh.

Well, it'll tighten up again, probably.

If it doesn't, you'll lose it.

That's what I'd call a real encouraging prognosis.

You people got off easy.

Policeman in here this morning

needed 12 stitches in his head.

What for?

Another family dispute.

Guy beating on his wife.

Victim called the police.

When the officer was forced to lower the boom on her husband,

the wife turned around and clobbered the cop.

Happens all the time.

What about this guy you were fighting?

Who was he, Hercules?

Yeah. You better believe it.

A professional wrestler, too.

At least he used to be.

Only now he claims he's really out of shape.

Well, how lucky can you get?

What's the matter? A little sore?

You better believe it.

Why don't we stop by the academy after work

and take some steam?

Maybe we can sweat Mr. Terry

out of our systems.

I would, only Jean's got a girl friend

coming over for dinner tonight.

Stop right there. What's the matter?

Look, your wife is a doll,

but so far her girl friends don't show me much.

You don't want to come over, huh?

Thanks just the same.

That's funny. Jean's girl friend said the same thing.

No blind dates.

Good for her.

You'd think a runner-up to Miss Hollywood would be

a little more sociable, wouldn't you?

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, see the man. A 459 report.

11211 James Street, apartment 31.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

What do you make of that?

Hey. The first time in my life I'm glad to see the cops.

My name's Malloy. This is Officer Reed.

The report said there'd been a burglary.

And how. Come on in.

Excuse the look of the joint. It's the maid's day off.

Have a seat. Oh, wait a minute.

No, thanks.

You want to tell us what happened, Mr., uh...

Jensen. Charlie Jensen.

I'm a salesman, traveling kind.

Was your apartment burglarized?

Yeah, I'll say it was. Sometime last night, I guess.

I got home this morning, found everything missing.

Like what?

Well, like my little stereo, for on thing.

And a pile of records, 45s.

Anything else?

Well, yeah. Clock radio.

And some clothes, including a new suit.

And about six bottles of booze.

That's about it as far as I can tell.

What time did you get home this morning?

Oh, wow, I don't know.

3, 4:00 in the morning, something like that.

After the bars closed anyway.

Did you use the front or the back?

The back way, why?

We saw a bunch of records out in the hallway.

You're kidding.

Ah, for crying out loud.

Yeah, they're mine, all right.

You sure? I'm positive.

I got them marked. C.J. That's me, Charlie Jensen.

I loaned them to some guys for a party once.

I wanted to make sure they didn't get mixed up with somebody else's.

Do you know anybody else in the building, Mr. Jensen?

Yeah, I know everybody.

Bunch of creeps, most of them.

You know, this used to be a good apartment house.

Then they started renting to anybody.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Well, you got a good trail, at least.

Let's run it down.

You mind if I go along?

Yes, sir, we do.

Would you mind waiting in your apartment, please?

No. Not at all.

Whoever did it must have sampled some of Jensen's booze

before he left the apartment.

Yeah, it sure looks like it.

Believe it?

I think we're about to meet the world's dumbest thief.

Open up! Police officers. We want to talk to you.

They're taking off.

Hold it right there, mister!

All right, back out in the other room.

Ooh, macho.

Let's go. Out of there.

What do you got?

Somebody wants to play hide and seek.

Let's go, pal.

Come on!

Oh, come on, Jerry, it's no use, man.

They got us made.

When old Jerry flies, man,

he really gets some altitude.

Yeah. Right out of this world.

Out of sight.

What's your friend's name?

Jerry Young.

He's really a beautiful, cat, man.

He really is.

You mean he used to be.

What do you mean?

Your buddy's dead, pal.

Oh, wow, man.

Oh, wow, what a bummer, man.

I can't believe it, man.

A few hours ago, we were just grooving.

You've heard your rights.

You sure you understand them?

Yeah, I understand them.

Where were you, in that upstairs apartment?

Yeah, I was in Charlie's pad. Charlie Jensen.

Where was Jensen?

Who knows, man? He was out.

The ambulance is on the way.

Come on, Jerry. You're not dead, man.

Get up.

That's a cop-out, man.

It's not funny, is it?

How much of this stuff did your buddy have to drink?

What's your name?

Tucker. Kenny Tucker.

You know you're in a lot of trouble, don't you, Kenny?

I'm hip.

It wasn't just the whiskey, was it?

No. He doesn't drink, man.

How many pills did he drop? How big a dose?

I told him, man.

I told him.

He said I was worse than his mother.

What were they, reds?

You wouldn't believe how many, man.

You wouldn't believe it.

Where did he get them?

He bought them right here in this building.

From who?

Jensen.

I'll call the detectives and get a backup unit.

It's apartment 31.

Since when he was 13, man. That's crazy, huh?

Yeah. Pretty crazy.

His brother got him started...

Got him started on pot,

and then he went to pills.

I'll tell you something, though.

His brother always told him.

He said, "Jerry, stay off of that hard stuff, man."

Did he?

You kidding me? His brother would have killed him.

Hey, back so soon?

Mind if we come in?

Ha ha! My pad, your pad.

Hey, can I fix you a drink?

Bourbon, Scotch, whatever you like.

No. No, thanks.

Well, come on. Come on, tell me.

Where do the trail of records lead to?

I want to know who to get mad at.

Kid downstairs. Tucker. Kenny Tucker. You know him?

Yeah, I know. Know the other punk, too.

Jerry Young.

They're both in on it, right? Yeah.

Should have known. Should have known.

So where's my stuff? The radio and all.

They were a little high.

The other kid, what's his name?

I just told you. Jerry Young.

He'd been dropping pills.

Tucker claims he bought them from you.

Come on. You don't believe that stuff, do you?

Well, you know how kids are.

Oh, sure, sure.

Yeah, they get their tails in a crack,

and they blame everybody but themselves.

We sort of figured it the same way.

Yeah. I mean, I'm so clean it hurts.

My only vice... booze. I love it.

You wouldn't mind if we took a little look around, then, huh?

No. No, of course not.

But why, man?

I mean, I called you, remember?

I'm the victim, not those two punks downstairs.

Well, sort of for the record, okay?

Yeah. Go ahead. Look around.

I got nothing to hide.

We can't do it without your permission.

You got it, you got it. Look around.

Just don't mess up the joint.

Uh... Something wrong?

No, no. Help yourself.

Found all my stuff, huh?

In the kids' pad?

Yeah.

That's great. Just great.

You know, I knew

as soon as they started renting to those punks,

they'd be trouble. Man, there always is.

Uh, that's the way it goes.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll tell you one thing.

I'm going to give my notice in this joint.

Today, too. I mean it.

Oh, sure. Go ahead.

Where are you moving?

Uh, I don't know.

Malloy.

I don't get it. What are they?

You wouldn't know, would you?

Me?

No, honest.

I haven't got the faintest idea

where those come from.

Hey, you got to believe me.

Jerry Young is dead. An overdose of Seconol.

Y-You're lying. He can't be.

You're under arrest, Jensen.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain silent, anything...

Okay, okay. I know the rights routine by heart.

You want to waive the right to have an attorney present?

Sure. Just don't put me on about somebody being dead.

How many pills did you sell him, Jensen?

He stole them, like the booze the the rest of the stuff.

I warn you, don't try to con me.

The boy's dead.

Oh, my God.

Let's go.

Where's your pusher?

The backup unit took him downtown for booking.

Did you find out anything else from Tucker?

I had a hard time shutting him up.

I guess he was pretty close to his friend.

Claims that they'd been buying off of Jensen for months.

Yeah. Probably most of the building, too.

More than likely.

Tucker said that six or eight other kids

lived here as a rule,

and Jensen was supplying all of them.

Where are the rest of the tenants?

At a Cultural Happening,

someplace up north above San Francisco.

Too bad Young didn't go.

According to Tucker,

his brother wouldn't let him.

Why not?

Afraid the kid might get into trouble.

Well, you need us for anything else?

No. You might as well take off.

You got reports to write, haven't you?

Yeah. About a dozen of them.

See you around.

How'd it go last night?

Okay, except I told Jean about Jerry Young.

That's not what I mean.

How's Miss Hollywood?

She called, said she couldn't make it.

She's coming over tonight. Oh, yeah?

I shouldn't have told Jean about Jerry Young dying.

Really shook her up.

I don't know how a sensitive girl like Jean

stays married to a guy like you.

Well, you know, she was holding Jimmy.

Ah. My godson.

I could tell exactly what she was thinking.

Someday he's going to be a teenager, too.

Before you know it.

I wonder how it's going to be for the kids

ten or 15 years from now.

Better, I hope.

Maybe we'll have the Jensens

and certain brilliant older brothers

weeded out by then.

You guys got a minute?

Yeah.

What's your problem?

You cats are going to think I'm nuts,

but I'm right. I know I am.

Right about what?

You see that car down there?

Well, it's mine.

Or at least some of the pieces are mine.

What do you mean?

The hood, the front fenders... Red, right?

The same color I painted them less than a week ago.

Night before last, they were stolen.

There they are, big as life. I want them back.

Well, how do you know they're yours?

I got them marked. Come on. I'll show you.

Wait a minute. What kind of mark?

With a punch, I put three little dents under the hood.

I know exactly where the marks are.

Do you have any idea who's driving the car?

No. No, sir. I just happened to be walking along

a little while ago,

and I saw the car parked there,

so I've been waiting for a cop...

I mean a policeman... To come along ever since.

Can I have your name?

John Lewis.

Here. Here's my license.

A live about a dozen blocks from here,

up on Oakhurst.

Where's your car, Mr. Lewis?

It's at home in the garage,

minus a hood and front fenders.

Did you have an accident?

No. It's an old car. I'm restoring it.

I bought the hood and fenders from a dealer.

Those fenders and that hood.

Come on, you guys. Aren't we going to look?

The driver may be in one of those stores.

He could be watching us.

How are you going to know if I'm right or wrong

if we don't look?

He's got a point.

If this is my equipment,

you'll be able to put your hands right under here

and feel three little dots right there.

Ha ha! You feel them?

Yeah.

Same way on the other side.

What about the hood? Aren't you going to check it?

It's locked.

Now what do we do?

We wait.

Boy, this is monotonous, huh?

Yeah.

You know, I never really stopped to think about it before,

but I imagine most of the time

you guys lead a pretty dull life.

Don't you?

It has its moments.

Yeah? Like when, New Year's Eve?

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

A 211 silent at the bank.

2881 Glenvale Drive. And a code 3.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

What is it, a stickup? Let's go.

We'll call you another unit, Mr. Lewis.

I'd sure love to go along.

Sorry, Mr. Lewis.

Six blocks. Maybe we'll get there

in time to stop a withdrawal.

You people get back behind there!

Get out back!

Along the fence!

All right, mister, let me see your hands, nice and slow.

Now freeze.

Like the guy said.

What?

We lead a pretty dull life.

Anyhow, Ryan and Smith had just driven up

and were talking to Lewis.

They said he seemed madder about missing the bank caper

than he was about his stolen fenders and hood.

That's when the suspect showed up

and climbed into the Volkswagen.

Lewis got to see one arrest.

He didn't see a thing.

I thought you said he was there with Ryan and Smith.

Yeah, he was, but he didn't see the arrest.

How come?

He was still in the black-and-white.

Doing what?

Hiding.

Oh, uh, about supper tonight,

I've been thinking. Maybe I can make it.

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