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One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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One-Adam-12, use caution.

RA-1 is en route.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Get an ETA on that ambulance.

This is One-Adam-12 requesting ETA for RA-1.

One-Adam-12, approximately three minutes.

He's been worked over pretty good.

Anybody know this man?

Come on.

Somebody must know who he is. How about it?

I think he works in there.

- Who is he? - His name's Jenkins, I think.

You think, but you're not sure?

Yeah, it's Jenkins.

What's his first name?

It's Roy.

Do you have any idea what happened here?

No, I just got here a minute ago.

- Same old story. - Yeah.

Why don't you check with some of the others.

He gonna be okay?

I don't know.

Is he a friend of yours?

No. I see him around the plant now and then.

What division does he work in?

First division, punch press.

- Where do you work? - Same.

How long have you and Jenkins been working together?

A couple of years, I guess.

But you still don't know him that well.

Just another guy I work with.

How'd you get that bump on your head?

Oh, I forgot all about this.

I hit my head on a workbench this morning.

That must have been quite a thump

if you hit it this morning and it's still bleeding.

It's nothing. Just a scratch.

Did you have somebody look at it?

No, it wasn't that big a deal.

What's your name, sir?

Barnes. Charlie Barnes.

Mr. Barnes, I don't mean to put you on the spot

or anything like that, but there's something

going on around here that we don't know about.

Now with a little of the right kind of help

we can stop it.

But we need witnesses.

Somebody like yourself.

Sorry, I just don't want any trouble.

I got to go. I'm late.

- Get anything? - Nah. Same as before.

They're all scared to death.

I'll come by the hospital in a few minutes

and get the report.

- Hi. - Hi.

Think you can raise any fingerprints off that club?

Well, I hope so.

Well, I guess you know your business,

but I wouldn't waste my time, if I were you.

- Why not? - Because both of those dudes were wearing gloves.

But I guess you already know that.

Wait a minute. You mean, you saw what happened here?

Sure, everybody saw it.

Those were a couple of real mean dudes, huh?

I mean, they really laid the wood to that poor cat.

I thought they were gonna do my body damage for a minute.

You mean, you tried to break it up?

I didn't try. I did.

Man, you should have seen those two goons jump.

Hey, didn't those other guys tell you anything?

No, not much.

Wow, it was right out in front of them.

I mean, they saw the whole gig.

That guy you were just talking to

tried to help and got whomped flat on his can.

Huh. That's weird.

I wonder why they didn't talk.

I mean, how are you guys

supposed to put those two ugly goons away

if nobody lays it on you?

Well, it's nice to know there's at least one

full set of brains in the crowd.

What's your name and address, son?

My name is Jim Russell.

I live at 320 South 1st Street.

Can you tell us what happened here, Jim?

Well, I'm just pulling in when these two guys

bail out of this groovy Mach 1

and start to lay into this old cat with a club.

Then the other guy... you know, the one you were just talking to...

He tries to help and he gets cracked right across the skull

and down he goes.

It's like these two goons are really getting the upper hand.

So I really get uptight

and I draw a bearing straight for 'em.

I dropped the wheels in low and hit the gas pedal.

You should have seen those two goons

when they thought I was gonna grind 'em up with the wheels.

Can you remember what they looked like?

How could I forget?

Especially the guy who ran after me after I stopped.

He came right up to my door with a club.

So I threw the car in reverse and knocked him on his bun.

Well, after that, it didn't take 'em long

to decide they better split.

They crawled back into that Mach 1, man,

and they pealed out of here, red-lining it the whole way.

Did you happen to get a license number?

No, I couldn't get it.

I followed them for a little while

but there was mud or something all over the rear plate.

I couldn't see all the numbers.

- What'd the car look like? - Oh, man, it was groovy!

I mean, it really was.

You know, what I couldn't do with a set of wheels like that.

The chicks would really flip.

Well, could you describe it for us?

Just like it was here.

It was a Mach 1 Mustang, 1970.

It was candy-apple red, man.

Had a black interior

with carburetor scoops over the hood.

And it had chromed hood pins, man, with a wooden steering wheel.

- And a set of racing skins. - Skins?

Yeah, tires.

That about do it for ya?

Yeah. That'll do it just fine. Thanks.

- Jim? - Yeah, Dad?

What's going on?

Well, nothing, I'm just talking to the officers here.

A guy at the plant got worked over

and I was just telling them about it.

What'd you tell 'em, Jim?

Just what I saw.

You'd better get in the car, son.

- But, Dad, I've got a... - I said get in the car.

- Huh? - Get in the car now.

Your son's a witness, Mr. Russell.

Go find yourself another one.

I don't want my kid involved in this.

Look, Mr. Russell, this is the third beating

we've had on this parking lot in the last month.

Now, we can't get to the bottom of this without witnesses.

So far, your son's all we got.

I'll say it again. Jim's not going to get involved.

Mr. Russell, let me explain something to you.

Today a man from your plant was beaten with a baseball bat.

Right now, he's unconscious.

Last week it was a fractured skull.

A man's head was split open with a tire iron.

He's still in a coma.

The week before the man was beaten so badly

his neck was broken.

He's got a wife, three boys, and two little girls at home.

And right now, he's lying paralyzed

in county hospital like a vegetable.

And we haven't been able to do anything to stop it

because, so far, nobody but your son

has the guts enough or brains enough to help us stop it.

I'm sorry, officers, but you'll just have to find some other way.

I won't let Jim have any part of this.

It's none of his business, anyway.

Isn't it?

Of course not. He's just a school kid.

Why should he get mixed up in something like this?

It's simple, Mr. Russell.

Because how are we gonna put ugly goons like that away

unless some cat lays it on us?

Just what in the heck does that mean?

Ask your son, Mr. Russell.

I've known that man for 27 years.

27 years. That's a long time.

And I know he hasn't got an enemy in the world, so help me.

So who in God's name would want to hurt him like this?

Broken arm. Severe concussion.

Four of his fingers crushed.

A smashed kneecap.

Who on earth would do a thing like this?

I was hoping you could help us answer that question.

Mrs. Jenkins, has your husband mentioned anything to you lately

that might indicate he's in some kind of trouble?

No, nothing.

Has he had any problem on the job?

Does he get along well with the men he works with?

As far as I know.

- Everybody seems to like Roy... - I'll get it.

Does your husband like to bet the horses, ma'am?

Oh, he likes it all right, now and then.

He hasn't been betting, though lately, like he used to.

After that one spree at the track last year,

that was enough for him.

Did he have a bad day?

Well, to be frank,

it was more than just a bad day.

There for a while, he was going out to the track every Saturday.

In fact, we got behind in our payments.

It was touch and go there for a while.

We lost our credit.

We're just now getting our heads above water.

Is your husband still playing the horses, Mrs. Jenkins?

I don't know, but I think so.

Once in a while.

Has he been bringing home a full paycheck?

Oh, yes.

Except for what he needs to pay back that loan.

You know, that time we got behind,

he borrowed $200 so we could kind of get caught up.

Do you know where he borrowed the money?

Yes. At the plant.

But I don't know the man he borrowed it from.

Is the loan all paid back now?

No.

No, but he's... he's paying on it regularly.

$20 every week. He never misses.

You know, I don't think I understand.

Why all these questions about the loan?

- What are you talking about? - Well, nothing, ma'am.

We're just trying to find out if there's any connection

between the money your husband owes

and the beating he took this afternoon.

Well, it just doesn't make any sense.

I just can't believe... Believe it.

Well, maybe it isn't just the money, Mrs. Jenkins.

What do you mean?

It's only an educated guess,

but maybe somebody's trying to prove a point

and they decided to make Roy their prize example.

All units in the vicinity and One-Adam-11,

One-Adam-11, a 2-11 just occurred

at the liquor store. 507 Moorpark.

Suspect last seen walking southbound from the location.

Described as a male Caucasian,

wearing a plaid shirt and khaki pants.

One-Adam-11, code 2.

That's close enough.

We'll cover from Bushyard and Kelmore.

Wait for the supplemental from 11.

All units who are supplemental on the 211

that occurred five minutes ago,

at 507 Moorpark.

Suspect is described as a male Caucasian,

55 to 60 years, 160 to 180 pounds.

Wearing a cowboy hat, plaid shirt,

khaki pants, and cowboy boots.

Suspect used a 6-inch blue steel revolver.

Last seen walking eastbound on Bushyard, from Owens.

Suspect was HBD. Frequency 1, clear.

A drunk stickup man.

That's a switch.

Let's cruise the park.

Nothin'.

Check that tree up there.

One-Adam-12, code 6, Adam.

Wilshire Park, northeast section.

- Possible 211 suspect. - Watch yourself.

One-Adam-12, roger. Code 6, Adam.

Northeast corner, Wilshire Park.

Possible 211 suspect.

Police officers, mister! On your feet!

Oh, wouldn't you know it.

Come on, on your feet!

Keep your hands where we can see 'em.

Let's go. Feet back and spread 'em.

My daddy said there'd be days like this.

He's clean.

Sure fits the description.

I might fit that,

but I don't fit nothing else.

Shoot, I can't even rob a lousy liquor store right.

You're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain silent,

anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right to speak with an attorney

and to have the attorney present during questioning.

If you desire an attorney and cannot afford one,

one will be appointed to you without charge

before questioning.

Do you understand these rights

as I've explained them to you?

Yeah.

That's wonderful.

That's just wonderful.

That's the only thing in this town

I've been offered free of charge.

I guess the ride downtown's free too.

On the house.

Where's the gun you used tonight?

It's gone. Gone.

Everything's gone.

Even the money. Two whole dollars.

$2?

- Is that all you took? - Yep.

I felt sorry for that poor liquor store man.

He made me feel downright ashamed of myself.

Ended up talking me into two lousy dollars.

So where's the $2 and where's the gun?

I... I told ya, I got neither one.

What'd you do with them?

When I come out of that liquor store,

I quick moseyed over to the other side of the park there,

just minding my own business,

and this Jasper comes out of the bush

and jumps all over me.

Thumped on my head like a big, base drum.

You mean that you were robbed?

Picked cleaner than a Christmas goose.

Took my gun,

and the money,

and my Sam Houston watch fob,

and my last half-pint of wine.

Just like Daddy said, it could only happen to me.

Well, I guess I go to jail, huh?

That's about it, friend.

All the major industrial areas, city-wide.

Here, three beatings.

Here, two beatings and a firebombing.

Here, a felony hit-and-run.

All brutal, and all professional.

Now, the information we've come up with in Intelligence

is that the take-over started about six months ago.

A few hoods moved in from the east

and started infiltrating the factories.

First bookmaking,

and then, when they got the bettors in deep enough,

they started a loan shark operation.

It'll be the labor rackets next.

And after they bury the victims deep in debt

and things are going smooth,

a few beatings shut everybody up.

Well, do you think Roy Jenkins was tied up with these hoods?

We're sure of it.

It started with a $200 loan.

He was paying it back $20 a week,

and after a while, that didn't even cover the interest.

Jenkins started to kick and they worked him over.

How big do you think this operation really is?

Well, it'd be rough to guess at,

but we figure that the bookie operation

runs $200,000 a month.

We figure that the loan sharking

would run about $100,000 a month in interest alone.

Any idea who's involved?

Organization people.

We've known pretty much who it was at the start.

But we couldn't make a move without evidence.

That is, until now.

Your young friend, Jim Russell,

really came through like a champ.

He identified these two boys here

as the muscle.

The first one's Jack Bennett.

The other one's Paul Bertino.

Two small-time hoods from New York.

They're only little fish,

but they fit in perfect with the overall conspiracy.

Young Russell's identification

gave us our first shot at really reaching these guys.

We're going to the grand jury for secret indictments tomorrow.

How'd you get the boy's father to cooperate?

Well, that wasn't easy,

but we worked on him like a Dutch uncle,

and he finally gave in.

I asked Mac to have you boys in before roll call

because we've got some witnesses

that are gonna testify tomorrow

about some of the hoods' operations

inside the plant.

Naturally, the names are under wraps.

But I want you guys

to stick close to the parking lot

around quitting time.

I don't want any of our witnesses scared off.

Mr. Russell!

It's Jim.

I just finished talking to my wife.

He's overdue from school.

Is that unusual for him?

Absolutely. He's never been late, never.

He was supposed to check in for work at 3.

He didn't show up.

Where does Jim work, Mr. Russell?

At Dale Woods Market, corner of Western and Hawthorne.

I'm sure something's happened to him!

That grand jury subpoena for tomorrow...

I never should have let him. You've got to do something.

This is One-Adam-12, requesting One-L-20 meet us on Tac 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

One-L-20, One-L-20, meet One-Adam-12 on Tac 2.

Come on now. Just how long can it take?

The watch commander's doing everything he can, Mr. Russell.

We just have to stick it out in case he needs

anything more from you.

We've got Communications making broadcasts

every 15 minutes.

Every car in the city's watching for him.

One-L-20 to One-Adam-12.

One-Adam-12, go.

Intelligence and four radio cars are rolling.

Requesting additional I.D. on subject.

Does he possibly wear Ben Franklin glasses?

One-Adam-12, that's a roger.

L-20, I think we've scored.

Adam-11 located a newsboy across from the market.

He saw two men escorting a boy

matching the subject's description

into a red Mustang.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Any further description on the vehicle?

Roger.

Hood scoop, black interior. No further.

Vehicle last seen southbound on Rosedale.

One-Adam-12, roger.

They've got Jim.

They've got my son.

That's almost it.

We've covered just about every block

the Sergeant assigned.

Only two locations left.

That could be it.

Beautiful.

- See anything? - Yeah.

A couple of guys in there that match up with our mug shots.

- They're sitting in the den. - What about the boy?

There's no sign of him.

If he's in there, he must be in another room.

No sense waiting. You've seen the inside.

- What do you think? - There's only one way.

We'll kick the back. When you hear the door, you take the front.

Give us 30 seconds.

Freeze! Don't try it!

Let's go. Up against the wall.

Come on. Move it!

Feet back and spread 'em.

Where's the boy?

Take a look around.

He looks okay.

Yeah. Tough kid.

Hi, fellas.

Hi, yourself.

What have you been doing? You're late for work.

- Yeah, how about that. - Quite an experience, huh?

Yeah, not too groovy either.

Hey, what about my dad?

I bet he's really flippin', huh?

You wouldn't want it any other way, would ya?

I guess not.

What about that grand jury thing tomorrow?

- Is it still on? - Yeah, if you're up to it.

No sweat. It's like I said, I gotta do my thing.

But if somebody doesn't do something fast,

there's gonna be trouble.

- And deep trouble. - What are you talking about?

Oh, take a ride in that groovy car of theirs.

Man, that's a crime to treat a fine machine like that.

I mean, it's downright criminal!

If I had that car, if it belonged to me,

I'll tell you what I would do.

The first thing I would do

is put the front end in alignment.

Then I would balance the front wheels,

and then I would put a Boss supercharger on it.

Man, that machine would move so fast.

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