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One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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Late night?

- Quiet day. - Don't knock it.

One L-20, One L-20. Go to the station.

How about a little break in the lull?

One-Adam-12, requesting code 7.

Wilshire and Broadway.

All units on all frequencies, stand by.

Two X-Ray-9 is in pursuit. Two X-Ray-9...

At least somebody's keeping busy.

Two X-Ray-9, roger.

All units, Two X-Ray-9 is in pursuit,

eastbound on Riverside Drive, approaching Duvall.

Suspect's vehicle is a 1966 blue Chevrolet,

California license,

Lincoln Union Ocean 389.

Two female Caucasians.

And not on the hot sheet.

Suspect's vehicle is wanted

for numerous traffic violations only at this time.

All units, Two X-Ray-9 is TA'd,

Riverside Drive and North Figueroa.

Suspect's vehicle now northbound

on Figueroa toward the Pasadena Freeway.

Takes it out of Rampart Division into Northeast.

Yeah, the girls are covering a lot of ground.

All units, Eleven-Adam-31 is in pursuit of suspect's vehicle,

eastbound on Avenue 26,

approaching Five Points.

Coming our way.

All units, Eleven-Adam-31 has lost suspect's vehicle.

Vehicle last seen

southbound on Daly from Colorado.

Here she comes.

All right, come out nice and slow...

You lousy Fascist pig!

Wait till I get my lawyer on you!

You think this is any way to treat a lady?

Nope.

What do you mean by that crack?

Come on. Let's go.

One-Adam-12...

What are you arresting me for?

About 14 traffic violations for a start.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Supplemental from the link. The car's stolen.

Oh, I only borrowed it from that creepy john.

Wanted to teach my kid sister how to drive.

Where, Indianapolis?

Get in the car.

You stinking fuzz! You're all alike,

beating up on innocent women and children.

We'll wait for another unit to come and impound the car.

Lousy Fascist pig!

You're all pigs!

.34 reading on the Breathalyzer.

That's almost a new high.

Yeah, a few more points and she'd have been stiff for good.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, see the boy.

Possible 459 suspects there now.

157 Stone Street. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Business is picking up.

Not absolutely sure it was a burglary, officers.

It looked very suspicious to me.

- What's your name, son? - Harold F. Ruskin.

The F stands for Frederick.

I live a block over on Ganow.

That's why they had time to get away.

I had to ride over to telephone.

When I got back they were gone.

Well, what exactly did you see, Harold?

Well, I was coming down the street here,

when I see this moving van.

Small one, about two and a half tonner.

It was cruising up the street, going slow.

These two guys in the cab, looking around.

Then they spotted this house.

You notice the garage door's up, and it's empty.

Yeah, we noticed.

So they pull up,

turn into the driveway, and park.

One of them gets out, goes up to the front door,

rings the bell, knocks on the door.

No answer.

So he waves to the other guy.

He gets out, goes up to the door, too.

Takes out a bunch of keys. Unlocks it, just like that.

Then they go in.

A few minutes later, they start carrying things out.

Well, maybe the owner gave them the key so they could move them.

- No, I don't think so. - Why not?

I looked in the window just before you got here,

and the rest of the furniture's still in there.

Do you remember what they took?

A 24-inch color television console,

the components for a hi-fi stereo system,

a 2000 amplifier with two speakers,

a turntable, and a tape deck.

Also, they took a big table lamp.

It was made of wrought iron.

It had these six nice, big pieces of glass hanging from the sides.

Anything else, Harold?

Oh, yeah, they took a fur coat. It was a mink.

Are you sure about that?

- Yes, sir. - You don't miss much, do you?

Well, I saw it. I don't usually forget things.

Why don't we take a look?

Hey, wait a minute!

The reason I first noticed that van

was the funny slogan it had on the side.

"Move Right. Don't Ship It. Ramm It."

Ram it?

Yeah. R-A-M-M.

- The name of the moving company. - Oh.

I don't suppose you just happened to get the license number?

5-6-3-2-7-1.

You want to check around back?

Everything seems to be okay.

Didn't see anything wrong in the back, either.

Well, nice, polite thieves. No fuss, no muss.

They even bother to lock up after themselves.

What is it, officer?

- Mr. Marshall? - That's right. Mrs. Marshall.

What's the trouble?

We're not sure there is any trouble, sir.

The boy here thinks you may have been burglarized.

Oh, no. Walter, my jewelry.

Let's see about it.

Harold? Come on in.

It looks like you were right.

- I thought so. - Mm-hmm.

Same M.O. as the last three burglaries.

They get dressed up as moving men,

steal a van,

case a neighborhood looking for a house with the people away.

When they find one, they move in.

- Right. - We took Brenda's car over to the shop.

I just didn't bother to put the garage door down.

So that's how they knew we were out.

You're a bright boy, Harold, remembering all those details.

A real bright boy.

I've got a photographic memory, I guess.

My dad... he's a lawyer.

He says I can look at one of his briefs

and repeat it practically word for word the next week.

That a fact?

You're sure the big fellow has a scar over his left eye?

No, sir.

Oh?

I said the right eye, Sergeant.

Come along, son. I want to get your parents' permission

- to go down to the station and look at some pictures. - Yes, sir.

I expect it'll turn out the kid's photographic memory

- doesn't work on pictures. - You wanna bet?

- Hey, what's with Poster? - What do you mean?

It's like he doesn't believe Harold's story.

Ah, he's been burned a couple of times

by kids who got their facts mixed up with fiction.

All units in the vicinity of One-Adam-12,

shots fired, 635 East 34th Street.

One-Adam-12, code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

All right, you in there. Put the rifles down.

Do you hear something, Ben Roy?

I purely do, Everett Joe.

Who dat out there?

Police officers. What's the shooting about?

Come on in, man. Find out for yourself.

Here come the fuzz. Here come the fuzz.

Da-da-doo-de-da-da.

All right. What's going on here?

We're just sitting here, man, quietly blowing our minds.

We're shooting at that box of dynamite.

What?

Trying to get a bang out of it, man, a really big blast.

Did you hear that?

Yeah, but I don't believe it.

Where did you get that stuff?

Oh, we just found it, brother.

Well, if it had gone off, you'd have gotten a blast, all right,

big enough to blow you and your house up with it.

Get on your feet.

Oh, come on. Now what you gonna arrest us for, man?

Come on, let's go. You heard the man. On your feet.

You can't bust us, man. We didn't break any laws.

Yeah, man. We're just two consenting adults

in the privacy of their own turf,

just sniffing some paint.

They ain't no law against paint, is there?

No, there isn't.

And they ain't a law against possessing firearms, is there?

- Nope. - Then you got no cause for arresting us, man.

Wrong. There is a law

against shooting off a gun in the city limits.

Possession of explosives without a permit.

And for disturbing the peace.

Oh, we ain't gonna win nohow, Ben Roy.

They got a law against everything.

Let's go.

3858, repeat.

Where is that?

One-Adam-12, clear.

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

see the woman... A 415.

6311 South Silva Avenue.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Unh-unh. Not enough spray, my dear.

We don't want our creation to fall apart, do we?

There. See?

Looks quiet to me.

You checking the time on that color?

Go check it.

Oh.

Good afternoon, ma'am. Did you call about a disturbance?

That's right, but she didn't disturb me a bit.

What do you mean?

Oh, we get her type in here all the time,

with complaints, complaints. You know.

- What about your complaint? - Look, they know this is a beauty school,

and that students work on them, right?

That's why my prices are so cheap.

Haircut, shampoo, set, all for $3. Is that cheap?

I ask you, is that cheap?

I really don't know, ma'am.

Well, let me tell you that's cheap.

What do they expect for three bucks? Vidal Sassoon?

Would you start at the beginning, please?

Look, I'm Marnie Proud. Miss Heavenly Hair, you might say.

I run this beauty school.

About that Laurie Ann Harper... Mrs. Harper, she says.

Hmph. She thinks I don't know.

I'd recognize her voice anywhere.

Drippin' with honeysuckle and blackstrap molasses.

Well, just what did she do, ma'am?

She telephoned a few minutes ago.

Well, that's not disturbing the peace, ma'am.

- No, but she threatened to. - How?

She says she's got a bomb hidden here in this building.

And it's due to go off in about ten minutes.

And you're just standing here?

What do you expect?

You don't want me to disturb my clients, do you?

It's bad for business.

Ma'am, if this is for real, you're not gonna have any business.

Miss Proud, we'll have to check around for any object

that looks like a bomb. Do you want to help us?

I don't know why not.

You two look out back. I'll check in here.

Okay, come with me.

Ladies, ladies.

Everything is fine.

That Southern-fried dingaling.

Calling me up with a big lie about a bomb.

Getting the police here, upsetting my business,

- and now no bomb. - Count your blessings.

Now can you give us some information about this Laurie Ann Harper?

- Her address? - Look, all I know is,

she sashays in here every Friday for a tint job.

Well, yesterday, one of the girls, Eunice,

over-processed her hair a little.

I offered to fix it, but no.

She storms right out of the shop.

Could you give us a description?

Oh, she's about 35. Says she's 30,

but if she's a day under 35, I'll eat my hat.

Height and weight?

Um, she's a little taller than I am.

Maybe 10, 15 pounds lighter.

Always showing off her figure in those miniskirts.

If you ask me, it's all silicone and foam padding.

Color hair?

Um, well, uh, that's...

That's, uh, kind of the point, you see.

There she is! There she is!

All right, now hold it. Come on.

All right. I called her. So what?

I'm just sorry I didn't have a real bomb,

after what she did to me.

- It can't be all that bad. - Oh, it can't be, huh?

Well, you take a look, mister.

Just take a look at this.

It looks like I'm wearing a Spanish omelet.

And this isn't all.

It's just falling out by the handfuls.

Now can you blame me?

There are other ways, Mrs. Harper.

You could've talked to an attorney.

What good's an attorney gonna do me when I'm bald?

Who wants to date a female cue ball?

I understood that you were married.

I'm divorced.

Anyhow, what are y'all creating such a fuss for?

I didn't commit any crime.

- I'm afraid you did. - What?

A felony. Under Section 148.1 of the Penal code.

But I didn't do anything.

You made a false bomb report, Mrs. Harper.

Well, I didn't hurt anyone.

You might have. It's happened before, you know.

People panicking in theatres sometimes cause an injury, even death.

Well, what's the penalty?

We're police officers, Mrs. Harper.

It'll be up to the judge.

Well, I know that, but can't you just tell me?

If you're convicted,

it could be up to one year in the county jail,

or three years in the state prison.

Well, there is one consolation.

That should be plenty of time

for my hair to grow back in.

I think we just spoiled Mac's day.

- How come? - He couldn't find anything wrong with our report.

Hallelujah.

You want to stop in and see how Harold's doing?

- Yeah. Is he still here? - Yeah, Mac says he is.

Sorry, Sergeant. They're not here.

Or you couldn't identify them.

Or they have no previous records.

- So no mugshots. - It's possible.

- Hi, Harold. - Hi.

- Got any more books? - Fresh out.

Come on, son, I'll take you home.

We're going back into the field. We'll take him.

Okay, troops. He's all yours. Thanks, Harold.

I had a feeling we'd come up empty.

What made you think so?

When you've been in this business as long as I have, Pete,

you'll learn as you can't expect too much of a good thing.

He's been right about everything so far, Sam.

Sure. He's a bright boy, but no one's got total recall.

The kid's too good. Too bright.

He gives too much detail to be believable.

To listen to him,

he could remember the count on a gnat's whiskers.

Well, maybe he could, if a gnat had whiskers.

You're a real believer, aren't you?

Yeah, I believe him until he's proven wrong.

Seven years on the force, and still an optimist.

You know the difference between you and me, Sam?

I'd say the cigar box is half full,

and you'd say it's half empty.

First, I want to see the box.

It's right under your nose, Sergeant.

When the police officer came to our school last month,

he said that law and order was everybody's business,

and we should all help when we can.

Believe me, Harold, we can use all the help we can get.

But I don't think Sergeant Poster believes me.

Well, we do.

Hey, that's him! It's him!

Who?

In the Corvair. It's one of the burglars.

- The younger one. - I thought you said he had short blonde hair.

It's him. Believe me.

Maybe we better check him out.

Will you have any trouble getting home from here, Harold?

No, it's only a few blocks.

- Let me know what happens, huh? - Sure thing.

I don't want him to rabbit.

I think I'll hang back and see where he's headed.

Well, he's home.

Let's go ask him a few questions.

One-Adam-12. Code 6, Adam.

839 Pleasant Drive.

Possible 459 suspect.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Code 6, Adam.

839 Pleasant Drive. Possible 459 suspects.

Must not work.

Knuckles never fail.

Yes?

We're police officers.

We'd like to ask you some questions.

What about?

Well, for openers, is that your own hair?

That's... That's getting kind of personal, isn't it?

Maybe, but we got a reason for asking.

Of course it's my own hair.

Can we come in, please?

Someone told the cops!

I thought you said this was your own hair.

It is. Bought and paid for.

How's the other one?

You better call an ambulance and get a sergeant out here.

Why'd you guys come up shooting for a few lousy burglaries?

Not the burglaries.

We're AWOL, due for Vietnam.

We don't believe in war and killing.

- It's against our principles. - Oh, sure it is.

Well, you two have got pretty convenient principles, haven't you?

- How's that? - You don't believe in war and killing in Vietnam?

That's right.

But it's all right to kill here in your own country.

How do you square that with your so-called principles, buster?

We're gonna die for your lousy establishment.

Let me ask you something.

What did your buddy die for?

Nothing.

Not one damn thing.

That's all of it, just as Harold described.

Okay. You did real good, youngster.

Thanks, Sergeant.

And if you don't mind my correcting you,

my teacher says you should say "well" instead of "good."

"Real well."

Yeah. Real well.

Well, like I say, not perfect.

What's wrong?

Well, Harold said the lamp had six crystal pendants.

I see only five, don't you?

Must have come off.

What does it take to make you a believer, Sam?

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