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One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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

possible escaping gas.

See the woman. 8854 Wilton Street.

Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

All right, folks. Get back.

Come on.

Police officers! Open up!

Lady, please.

The place is empty.

Does the manual cover this?

Mouth-to-beak resuscitation?

I doubt it.

Let me through!

Please! Please!

Let me through!

I just walked around the block.

I didn't want to be here until it was ov...

Oh, good morning, officers.

Is there something I can do for you?

Well, yes, ma'am. Would you give us your name, please?

Oh, yes, of course. Filmore. Patricia Filmore.

Mrs. Patricia Filmore.

And what is your name?

Malloy, ma'am.

You turned the gas on and then you left the apartment.

Did you forget you had it on?

No, but I was only going to be gone for a minute or so.

Just until it was over.

Poor, dear Angela.

These nice men didn't want you to go to sleep.

Oh, Dominic.

There, there.

You understand, don't you, Dominic?

And Peter and Wendy.

You know what's troubling mother.

Um, ma'am, you know you could have blown this place up.

I realize that now.

I... I just didn't think.

Charles must be right.

Who is Charles, Mrs. Filmore?

My son-in-law.

Charles is so kind.

He doesn't want me to be alone.

So I'm going into a... A home this afternoon.

It's all arranged.

Faircrest. It's in the country.

Charles has a family

and that's why there's no room for any of us.

I mean, Dominic and Angela and Wendy and Peter.

And they won't allow them at Faircrest.

This place, Faircrest,

you said that it was out in the country.

They've probably got birds and lots of things out there.

Heavens, yes.

They'll be needing someone.

Well, ma'am, about your cats...

Oh, not cats. Pure bred Angoras.

You know, at the animal shelter,

some kid is bound to fall in love with him.

Do you really think so?

Oh, they're so responsive to affection.

Well, I'll take care of it if I can use your phone.

Yes, of course. It's right over there.

Uh, would you hand me that pencil and paper, please?

And I'll write down their birthdays

and pin them to their collars.

This is Officer Malloy, LAPD. I've got a pickup for you.

8854 Wilton Street.

I'll pin them to their collars and to the cage.

Don't you think that's a good idea?

I think that's a fine idea.

No, not cats. Angoras.

I bet she puts a bird feeder outside her window tonight.

Loaded with sunflower seeds and peanut butter.

How'd you know that?

Ol' country boy.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, a 415 fight.

1247 South Florence. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Oh, you're a lovely sight, officers,

but I'm afraid you're a bit late.

Did you report a disturbance, sir?

No, perhaps one of my neighbors heard the racket.

What happened?

Oh, it doesn't require any detective work.

Quite simply, some chap crashed through the front door,

beat me up, pinched my disability check,

and cleared out, like that.

Could we come in, please?

Come in, please.

When did this happen, Mr. Benton?

About half an hour ago.

Did you get a good look at this man?

Oh, yes. He was a blonde fellow in a turtleneck sweater.

Could you be more specific? Uh, age, height.

Oh, in his 30s, I'd say. And that's about everything.

You know, there's no point in you wasting your time here.

He's gone.

Where was your disability check?

In the top drawer of that desk.

This man who broke in here, did you know him?

Most decidedly not.

You say he came crashing through the front door.

Yes.

It's funny. There's no damage to the lock.

The jam isn't splintered.

Did I say "crashed"? Figure of speech, I dare say.

No, no. He rushed in.

Where were you when this happened?

Right here. Sitting on this couch.

- And then he hit you? - Yes.

And if it weren't for this leg,

I'd have given a better account of myself.

I... I served in Her Majesty's Brigade of Guards, you know.

Did he ask you where your disability check was?

Well, no, no.

But he knew exactly where it was.

Yes. Perhaps he was just lucky.

If you'll just sign this, Mr. Benton,

we'll file a report down at the station.

Thank you.

You would have never got me if that old codger

hadn't coped out.

You and your talk about being a soldier.

Duty and honor.

You turn in your own nephew.

Yes, there I confess I stand in error.

I almost confused loyalty with duty for a moment.

But you're quite right.

I did turn in my own nephew.

But I also turned in a common thief.

You'll have to come down to the station with us.

Certainly.

Anything I can do to convict a cad and a bounder.

You handled yourself pretty good

with that guy back there.

There was nothing to it.

He was tired to begin with.

Probably wore himself out

working over his poor, old uncle.

My daughter, Janet, is missing.

She should have been on that bus.

- My name is Mrs. O'Neill. - We'll help you out, Mrs. O'Neill.

She's seven.

I've been coming out to meet the bus

ever since those two children were molested last month.

She was right there.

I'm worried sick.

Does anybody remember seeing Janet get on the bus?

I sat with Janet on the bus.

We always do.

Oh, officers, this is Mary Bennett,

Janet's best friend.

For heaven's sakes, Mary,

why didn't you say something before?

Nobody asked me, Mrs. O'Neill.

Well, maybe you could tell us where Janet got off the bus, Mary.

- I don't know. - But you sat with her.

Well, not all the time.

When we crossed the Boulevard, I went back and sat with John Avery.

- I always do. - Does she have a friend that she might have gone home with?

No. No. Not without permission.

Well, then, she probably got off someplace by mistake.

- Oh. - Could you give me

a complete description of Janet, Mrs. O'Neill?

What she was wearing. Anything distinctive, like hair ribbons.

- You know what I mean. - You think something has happened to her?

We'll alert all units in this area.

It's just routine.

One-Adam-12 requests clear frequency

for missing juvenile broadcast.

All units on frequency one. Stand by.

One-Adam-12, go ahead.

This is One-Adam-12 reporting missing juvenile.

Last seen on bus between Clinton Webb Elementary School and her home.

M.J. is Janet O'Neill. Female. Caucasian.

Age seven. Height, 3'8".

Weight, 47 pounds.

Has blonde hair pulled back with a yellow ribbon.

Blue eyes. Wearing a pink, flowered, sleeveless dress.

Band-Aid on right leg.

Lives with parents at 9002 Riverton.

Wilton Street.

Mrs. O'Neill said that's the last stop

before the bus gets to her house.

Yeah.

Then it's almost straight down the Boulevard

to the school.

She's missing.

Janet is missing?

Yes, Ms. Farrell.

One little girl thinks she saw her on the bus.

The others aren't sure.

When did you see her last?

Right here, after recess, in my music class.

What time was that?

From 2:00 to 3:00. My last class.

Then you're sure she was in this room until 3:00?

No. I'm not sure.

The children aren't in their desks for music class.

They're grouped according to voices.

Does she have a regular place to stand?

Yes, of course.

Janet stands right there with the altos.

She was wearing a flowered dress.

I should remember. I should.

But I don't.

Which of these desks is hers?

This one.

Oh, my God.

She wouldn't have left without her books.

That means she was never on that bus.

Now, Mary, I want you to think about what you told us

earlier today.

You said you saw Janet get on the bus.

She was somewhere on the bus.

You said you sat with her. Isn't that right?

Maybe it wasn't today. Maybe it was yesterday.

Please, tell us the truth.

I told a lie.

I didn't want to get her in trouble.

Where is Janet?

We went up to the roof at recess.

Janet was scared to come down.

I didn't know what to do.

We swore we'd never tell.

I didn't want to get her in trouble.

How did you get up on the roof?

We found a ladder the painters use.

There it is.

Only it was standing against the building before.

Let's take a look.

Pete, she's over there.

Don't move, Janet. We'll come and get you down.

I'll be down below and get underneath her.

Just stay where you are, Janet.

I'll come and get you, okay?

That's a girl, Janet. That's a girl.

Okay, sweetheart.

I'll see you at the ladder!

Come on.

Mommy, Mommy! I tried to get down but the ladder fell over.

It's all right, darling.

Are you gonna arrest me?

No, we're gonna give you a ride home.

Did you ever have a ride in a police car?

One-Adam-12, cancel the broadcast

of the missing juvenile, Janet O'Neill

from Clinton Webb Elementary School.

The juvenile has been found and returned to her parents.

One-Adam-12, roger.

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

ambulance shooting, 6020 Cynthia Street.

One-Adam-12, code 3.

One-Adam-12, roger.

All right, step back, folks.

One-Adam-12 requesting a field supervisor,

division detectives, and a coroner

to 6020 Cynthia Street.

We have a homicide.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Anybody here know the victim?

Yeah.

He's Big Rico. Big borracho.

You know who shot him?

I don't know.

Did Big Rico live around here?

He kind of drifted.

Anybody hear the shots?

Yeah. I thought it was backfire.

And just before that,

I heard the crazy horn,

like some drunk was landing on it.

Malloy!

Looks like he dropped this.

Must have come out of one of these cars.

Hey, wait a minute. Hold it there.

Somebody threw 'em in there and tried to hide 'em.

You better keep an eye on the evidence

and take care of the body.

Yeah.

Did you go to a window? Did you see anything?

No. We just heard the shots.

What about the horn?

Horn? Oh, we hear it.

That's all.

You said it was one long blast, right?

- That's right. - Thank you.

Malloy, what's the story?

A dead body and a possible auto burglary.

When he broke into the car,

he triggered the horn and auto alarm.

He must have been a pretty cool cat.

He just cut the alarm, went right on with the job.

Who owns the car?

I don't know. There's no registration.

I haven't had time yet to check out the license.

I'll take care of it.

Mac, I got an idea somebody's afraid to talk.

I'm gonna have another try with these people

and lay it out for 'em.

Good idea.

Folks, can I have your attention a minute, please?

It looks like somebody was trying to steal something here

and in the process, that somebody got himself killed.

It happens. I want to explain something to you

you may or may not understand.

Under our laws, a man or a woman

is entitled to use reasonable force

to protect himself, his family,

or anything that belongs to him, his property.

- Who says that? - That's the law.

What the law says and what the law does

sometimes are two different things.

Well, not in this case.

But if somebody kills somebody,

that is murder, isn't it?

It all depends. Eh, officer?

That's right.

Is there something you wanted to tell me?

No, sir, officer.

But there is something I would like to ask you.

Yes, ma'am. Go ahead.

What would happen to a... a man who said,

"I have killed someone because he was stealing what was mine"?

What would happen?

His story would be checked out by detective division.

It would be up to them to decide

whether to release him or not.

Malloy?

That car is registered to Antonio Flores at this apartment.

- Maybe we better get started... - Officer?

Yeah.

I'm Antonio Flores.

I killed Big Rico.

Give him his rights.

You have the right to remain silent.

Give up the right to remain silent,

and 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 have an attorney present during questioning.

If you so desire and cannot afford one,

an attorney will be appointed for you

without charge before questioning.

Do you understand each of these rights

as I've explained them to you?

Yes, I understand.

Now, Antonio,

you want to tell us how it happened?

Yes, sir. But there is something else that I want you to know about.

My car. I've wanted it for a very long time.

And then I saw a way to get it.

I got a job.

In fact, I got many jobs.

I worked all summer down at the produce market,

loading and unloading the trucks.

Well, that way I could save almost $45 a week.

And sometimes he even saved more than that.

My mother is my banker.

You must understand, officers,

that car meant a lot to me.

It was everything.

So when I heard the horn alarm,

I knew someone was stealing it.

So I grabbed my jacket and I ran out of the house.

Did you take the gun with you?

It was just to scare the thief,

to get him away from my car.

But it didn't scare Big Rico.

He just stood there and laughed at me.

I tried to pull him from the car.

I told him that I was going to call the police,

then he ran after me with that screwdriver.

I thought he'd kill me.

He kept on coming at me.

So I pulled the trigger.

Then he was lying on the ground.

I took the registration from the car.

I was going to run.

Who owns the gun, Antonio?

It's my father's.

Is it registered?

Yes.

We'll have to book the gun as evidence.

Officer?

You said to me that if a person tells the truth

he might be released.

Yes, ma'am. That's what I said.

Do you know what in my church is an act of faith?

No, ma'am. I don't think so.

It is when you trust someone

that you do not know.

It is believing in something that you can feel

but you cannot see.

They are nothing.

Or they are everything.

That is an act of faith.

Yes, ma'am. I think I understand.

Pete. Have a look.