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One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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- I don't believe it. - I do.

Come in.

Ohh.

An ounce of prevention, sir. Top of the morning.

It's afternoon, sir.

Well, top of the afternoon, sir.

You know you made an illegal right turn back there.

With malice toward none.

Well, that's a nice philosophy,

- but you broke the law. - Guilty as charged.

You don't have to plead guilty.

I'm not a judge, just a police officer.

Bless you, young man.

And bless you, sir,

for a job well done.

May I see a license, please?

Certainly.

I have no pockets.

No pants.

I've... I've... I believe my license is in my pants.

But I will go quietly and "cooderfully."

- And gently... - Step right back into the car, please.

Well, sir, you don't have to ra... raise your voice to me.

I'm a citizen, you're a policeman,

and I will cooperate to a...

Just don't touch this door, okay?

Okay.

You say you left your driver's license in your pants.

True. Too true, sir.

And do you have any idea where you left your pants?

On Pismo Beach.

With that dirty Ernie.

He forgot to tell me. Hmm.

You mean, you walked off the beach like that?

"Certandie."

Oh, except, well, it was... it was deserted.

Except there was some assorted plant life

and seashells, sir.

Sir, seashells, sir.

Uh, look, Mr... um...

Hmm? Oh. The name is...

Simmons. J. Simmons.

And you are?

Officer Reed.

Officer Reed. And you, sir?

- Malloy. - Officer Malloy.

Do you have any clothes with you, Mr. Simmons?

I'm afraid I do not, sir.

Nothing at all to cover up with?

Oh, I have cover. That's cover. Cover.

- That's just fine. - That's cover.

Wouldn't you know it? They're never around when you need 'em.

- Who? - The curious gaping crowds.

I was hoping to borrow something from somebody

to could cover up Mr. Godiva here.

You better call and get us some help.

- With a blanket. - Right.

- You... You are... - Malloy.

Malloy. Officer Malloy.

May I trouble you for a comb, sir?

My comb?

Sure.

Fine feathers make fine birds,

as they say down at my barber shop.

It's on the sign.

Well, don't you think clothes would help a little, too?

No. Not "necesselary."

No. Skin... must breathe.

The body must breathe just like the nose.

Air must get in all over. Freedom.

You just take it easy.

- Help's on the way. - Yeah.

This is One-Adam-12.

We're in the 900 block of Cynthia Street

with a 502,

requesting One L-20 with a blanket.

One-Adam-12, verify.

A blanket?

One-Adam-12, roger. A blanket.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Simmons!

Come on now. Where do you think you're going?

I just thought I would run down

and get the afternoon paper, sir.

I'm gonna read a little.

Okay?

Didn't I tell you not to touch the door?

You said that door.

Okay, don't touch any door.

Roger.

Oh, Officer...

Officer Malloy, you didn't need any reinforcements.

Oh, you're Reed.

Well, you didn't need any

because I'm a gentle creature.

I... Just full of fun, that's all.

Yeah, most of it's 90 proof.

You better keep an eye on him.

What's this about a blanket for a 502?

- A naked 502. - Need a hand?

Nah, he'll come along peacefully.

I'll take care of the car.

Okay, Mr. Simmons, now you can get out.

Okay. Here we go.

It's like getting out of a shower.

Gentlemen, I am both privileged and honored.

I am deeply, deeply grateful.

How can I thank you?

Forget it. It's our pleasure.

Oh, no. It's my pleasure.

And I suppose now our destination is,

as the youngsters say, "the local slammer"?

Right on, Mr. Simmons.

Oh, well, just one more thing.

If you get back down to the beach,

would you keep your eye out for a pair of trousers?

And if the right... The right pocket

is full of clam shells, they're mine

from Pismo Beach.

- Yes. - Yes, Mr. Simmons.

Okay. That dirty Ernie.

Oh, hey. Hey! Aloha.

Aloha. Pax vobiscum and auf wiedersehen!

Okay?

Better make a note of that, Reed.

- Note of what? - The right hand pocket is full of Pismo Beach clams.

- Right. - Right, roger.

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¡Vaya con Dios!

One-Adam-29, One-Adam-29,

a 415 family dispute, 217 South Archer.

- Code 2. - Isn't that the car

that has a reserve officer working tonight?

Yeah. Tom Stark. He's riding with Harry Flynn.

Stark should be able to handle that call pretty well.

How come?

On his regular job, he's a family counselor.

Oh, what makes a family counselor want to go into police work?

Sure must not be the money.

What do you mean?

How does $10 grab you?

That's for pulling two watches a month,

and that's after six months training at the Academy.

Oh, well, why then?

Maybe he just wanted to learn first-hand

about some of the problems that are bringing people into his office.

Well, in this job, he'll sure get an education in that.

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

see the man, 484 suspect.

4174 Copeland Avenue. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

How do you like that?

And I'll tell you one thing for sure,

285 exactly.

You know, something like a family doctor.

Okay, thank you very much. I'll get it right over.

Oh, hello, officers.

Um, I'm George Edwards and I'm sure glad to see you.

What can we do for you?

Well, you know, I've been here 18 years

and I know everybody that comes in here

and know everything about 'em.

You know, sort of like a family doctor.

That's why I called about that one over there.

- Who is he? - Well, his name is Bobby Loomis.

Never spent more than a dime in here before.

I guess he never had more than a dime.

But today he went through the place like it was a smorgasbord.

- So? - Yes, sir.

And he paid for it with this.

A crisp $50 bill.

What can you tell us about the boy, Mr. Edwards?

Well, Bobby's a good youngster.

I think.

You see, his real folks died a couple of years ago.

They were killed in an automobile accident

and since then he's been living with his uncle.

Uh, Ozzie Loomis.

I'll tell you one thing for sure,

Ozzie Loomis never saw a $50 bill in his entire life.

Did you ask Bobby where he got it?

Yeah. He said his grandma gave it to him

for his birthday.

Well, how much of the 50 has he spent so far?

I think it's about 25 and tax.

- Hello, Bobby. - Hello.

I'm Officer Malloy. This is Officer Reed.

- Hi, Bob. - Hi.

I see you're a Dodger fan. So am I.

Hey, you're pretty well loaded, son.

Don't you want to set some of that stuff down?

Well, I have to be getting home now.

We'd like to make that happen just as soon as we can,

but first we have to ask you some questions.

Uh, you mean about the money?

Yeah, well, I already told Mr. Edwards.

How about telling us.

I got it for my birthday.

From my grandmother.

How old are you, Bobby?

Nine. Almost ten.

- Oh. When'll you be ten? - In March.

Well, then your last birthday was about five months ago.

I mean, the one where your grandmother gave you the $50.

Yeah. I guess so.

And you waited until today to start spending it?

Well, here's the stuff and the change.

That's all of it.

Where'd you get the $50 bill, son?

It was in a bag.

Do you still have the bag?

- You want to show us? - Yeah. Okay.

- He tell you where he got it? - He says he found it.

Here's your change and your merchandise.

Last of the big-time spenders, huh?

How do you like that?

He even thought of Fido.

Is this the first money you've taken out of that bag?

Yes, sir.

There's 2,000 bucks right here.

Well, you better go count the rest of it.

What's the story, Bob? Where did it come from?

- I found it. - Where?

In back of the supermarket.

Over at Grand and Lexington.

When was that?

A little over a month ago.

I rode over on my bike early one Sunday morning.

There was a bin in back full of empty cartons.

I needed one to build a house for my dog.

The bag was in the bottom of the carton.

Well, I didn't even see the bag until I got back to our garage.

After you saw the money, did you have any idea who it belonged to?

The supermarket. I figured somebody dropped it in there by mistake.

Or it fell in without anybody noticing.

There's $21,000 all together.

I, uh... I think I better go call the detectives

from inside the drug store.

So you had a pretty good idea whose money it was,

why didn't you take it back to 'em?

Well, I wanted to. I really did.

But you didn't.

No, sir. I didn't.

I know it was stupid, but... I don't know.

It was like playing a game and I didn't want it to be over.

Those stacks of 50 and 100 bills

can get a guy pretty excited, you know?

Didn't you think somebody'd be looking for it?

Yeah, sure, but...

bringing it back that late,

they'd think I stole it, for sure.

Well, you spent some of it today.

And you knew it wasn't yours.

Wouldn't you call that stealing?

Can I take my bike home before I go to jail?

Well, you're not gonna go to jail, son.

I'm not?

Well, what about what I did?

You said it was stealing.

Yeah.

Now I want you to get one thing straight.

What you did was wrong.

You kept something that didn't belong to you.

As it happens, it was very valuable.

But no matter how much or how little it was worth,

if it's not yours, you can't keep it.

You understand that now?

Yes, sir. I understand.

I want you to come down to the station with us

and tell the juvenile officer exactly what you did, okay?

- Okay. - And then we'll go out and talk to your uncle

and you can tell him all about it.

How he handles it is up to him.

There's one more thing.

The malt and the candy you ate in there.

You know you're gonna have to pay for that.

If you don't have the money, you can work it out for Mr. Edwards.

- Is that fair enough? - Okay.

Say, uh, could I have one last look at that $50 bill?

Sure. Here you are.

You know something?

This stuff sure can get a guy into an awful lot of trouble.

Mmm. Man. It sure turned cold.

Yeah, I'm glad we changed shirts.

Hey, have you seen that movie yet?

- Which one? - Oh, it's called Booby Trap.

- No, no. Have you? - No. But the ad sure looked good.

"A pulsating drama of throbbing romance,

"dark intrigue, tingling excitement,

and exploding passions."

- What's it all about? - Cops.

- Cops? - Yeah.

"Tingling romance and exploding passion"?

- Yeah. - "Dark intrigue and throbbing romance."

- It must be a comedy. - Either that, or we're working the wrong division.

We better go check the park.

Are you getting as bored with this routine as I am?

Picks up when I remember that some thief

is making $100,000 a year

off goods that don't belong to him.

Been in that park so often,

I feel like I know it better than gophers.

How long are we gonna keep checking?

When the watch commander pulls us off.

- That answer your question? - Mm-hmm.

Malloy.

One-Adam-12, code 6, Northside Park.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Should I open up, Louis?

Yeah, open up.

Seen enough?

No.

They got a whole midnight auto supply going there.

- So? - So let's get 'em.

For what? Driving on public property?

That's a traffic violation.

Right now, all we can do is give 'em a citation.

Well, what about all that stuff he's carrying?

You know the answer to that one.

"It was all bought and paid for in cash."

Yeah.

Should have brought a coat or something.

Here you go.

I think we got a big one here.

All we gotta do is drop the net.

You better call for assistance.

Right.

Why don't you sit inside the cab?

Yeah, I think I'll do that.

- Keep an eye out. - Right.

Start the motor so you can use the heater!

You yell one more time...

Adam-15 is covering the front of the truck.

Lou!

You're late.

Yeah.

You got the fuel injectors?

Tell him, Lou.

Brand new. I got it off a new Corvette.

The guy probably picked up the car today.

Yesterday, at the earliest.

We, uh, picked him up at Sunset

and followed him to this mansion in Bel Air.

Wait 'til he gets out of there, huh?

Will you get it?

Cost you a hundred and a half.

Come on. I haven't got a hundred and a half.

Then you haven't got an injector.

Hold it.

- You thief. - That's funny.

All right.

This a Ferrari generator?

It'll cost you 50.

Might be able to use it.

Your lucky night, Fox.

Sure. Sure.

You want the generator or don't you?

Okay.

You still got that Porsche seat, Fox?

Vic, get the Porsche seat.

Hold it! Police officers!

All right. Raise your hands. All of you.

Up against the van, right now.

Put your hands up against the van!

Reed. You better give Malloy a hand.

Right.

Do you wish to give up the right to speak with an attorney

and to have him present during questioning?

I want my lawyer.

Hi.

You, uh, need a hand?

No. We just called a truce.

Where you been keeping yourself?

Back there.

Uh, you look a little wrinkled.

- What happened? - We just worked out on the bars for a while.

It was lots of fun.

You know, you, uh... You worry me sometimes, partner.

I mean, at your age, you ought to learn how to pace yourself a little.

- Oh, is that so? - Yeah. Moderation.

That's the answer. I mean, you shouldn't try to do everything by yourself.

If you need help, just call.

I'll be glad to lend a hand.

Fine. Pick up my hat, will ya?

Hmm.