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

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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- Nice day. - Yeah.

Great day for the game.

- What game? - "What game"!

- The Rams, of course. - Oh, yeah.

- Who do you like? - Um... I'll take the Packers.

What about the Chargers in Oakland?

Oakland?

Wanna bet? One lunch?

Okay. You're on.

Hey, what if we split?

Dutch treat.

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

see the man. Female mental case.

319 Oakley. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

She sounded like she was tearing the place apart.

I'm afraid she might hurt herself.

One move out of you, sheriff,

and I'll let you have it right between the horns.

And don't you bat a cotton-pickin' eyelash!

I'm sorry, I... I understood that there was somebody in there

that needed help.

Him? Ain't nobody could help that skunk.

Excuse me. I must have made a mistake.

I better go check with my partner.

You're tempting me, sheriff!

Now this cannon's got a hair trigger.

My name's Jim. Jim Reed.

You remember me, don't you?

No, I can't say I do, Jim.

Why don't you come on in the house

and we'll palaver, the three of us.

Just you, me, and him.

Don't nobody can't tell him nothing.

Inside, sheriff, or I'll blow a hole in you

big enough to drive a herd through!

You got her phone number?

Sure thing.

Do me a favor. Call her and change your voice.

Ask for Officer Reed. You got that?

Right.

Say, you know,

I think there is something kind of familiar

about you, sheriff.

- Sure, you remember. - Yeah.

I think you locked me up once.

I think you put me in a cage.

Now what'd you want to go and do that for?

That weren't very neighborly, were it?

Oh, come on now. You know that wasn't me.

Hello?

Yeah, this is her. Who wants to know?

Huh?

Well... I guess he is.

Hold on.

Somebody on the phone for you, sheriff.

Officer Reed.

Hi.

Look, I'm busy right now. Can't it wait?

It can't?

No, uh, it's not the connecting rods.

It's the generator.

Yeah. The generator.

It's kind of warm in here.

You wouldn't happen to have a glass of water,

would you?

No. We only serve rotgut here, sheriff.

No, thank you.

Listen, it's the generator.

Yeah.

Now what you want to go and do that for?

I see.

You're his friends.

Why don't you just get him out of here

and leave me be!

Just leave me be.

No good.

You no good for nothin', that's what you are!

You never lifted a finger for anybody or anything.

You're his friends.

I never had a friend

in all my life.

I never did.

Five cartridges.

One's been fired.

Oh, just leave him alone.

Why don't you just leave him be?

He'll find out what it's like to be alone.

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

a 459 just left.

See the woman. 23780 Overview Drive.

- Code 2. - One-Adam-12, roger.

Thank you for coming so quickly.

Did you call about a burglary, ma'am?

Yes, I'm Mrs. Green.

I got a good look at him.

He must have been in the house when I drove in.

He ran out back and down the alley.

I saw him climb over the fence

into the Foster's backyard.

You said that you got a good look at him?

That's what was so shocking.

He was just a boy.

He couldn't have been more than 12 years old.

Nice looking, too.

He was blond. I think he was wearing tennis shoes,

a blue t-shirt, and jeans.

His clothes were very clean.

He certainly wasn't one of those hippie types.

What was stolen, Mrs. Green?

A necklace.

Normally I wear it for bridge but I didn't today.

And a fur. A natural mink.

Could you describe the necklace, please?

It was a diamond pendant,

two carats, on a platinum chain

with emerald baguettes.

I'll get this on the air.

Did you ever see the boy before?

No. I'm positive.

Do you think he may have robbed the Foster's house, too?

Well, we'll check it out. What's the address?

Well, it's just around the next street.

You can't miss it. It's three houses down.

They have one of those old-fashioned

iron hitching post things... A horse's head, you know.

Thank you, ma'am.

Just think. A little boy.

What are things coming to, officer?

I wish I knew.

- Yes? - Mrs. Foster?

I'm Mrs. Foster. What is it?

We'd like to talk to you, please.

Well, I'm afraid not now. I'm expecting some people in.

Well, one of your neighbors has been burglarized

and she thought maybe the thief got into your house, too.

She saw him going over your back fence.

Good heavens.

Well, I just got back a short time ago.

But my mother was here.

She's a little hard of hearing,

but I'm sure she would have seen somebody trying to break in.

- Whose house was robbed? - Mrs. Green's.

Hmm. Getting to be epidemic, isn't it?

What do you mean, ma'am?

Well, so many of my friends have been stolen from.

It's terrible. Simply terrible.

Look, I'm dreadfully sorry.

But if I stand here talking to you,

my guests are going to catch me in my apron.

Mrs. Green gave us a description of the suspect.

A boy, blond, about 12 years old.

12 years old?

We thought you might have seen him around.

Well, I wish I could help you.

But I'll tell you where I think you ought to be looking.

Someplace where those long-haired kooks hang out.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

my guests are going to be here any minute.

Hello, Malloy. That 459, the necklace and the fur...

You fellas didn't leave anything out of the report, did ya?

I don't think so. Why?

The detectives thought you might have got

a more complete description of the suspect.

12 years old, blond, clean-cut.

That's all the victim could give us.

You know, this makes the 20th time

that a house in that general vicinity

has been hit in the past six months.

Well, there should be some good prints.

The victim said she hadn't touched anything.

No. 19 times before

and still not a single print to show from any of those heists.

A 12-year-old professional thief?

Maybe we better find him before he grows up

and decides to pull something really big.

They going up or down?

Are what going up or down?

Skirts. Dresses. Hemlines.

It's up to the ladies.

Or the designers.

Most of the guys are fortunate

to keep up with the styles.

Only if you're married.

You rat.

One-Adam-12, code 6.

1740 Brewer. A 415 fight.

One-Adam-12, roger.

- Number 210! - 11!

- 210! - 111!

Simmer down! Break it up!

- Take your hands off me. - Let me go.

You gentlemen might hurt yourselves.

All right, what's the trouble here?

He's tone deaf. Tone deaf!

I have perfect pitch and you know it.

Okay, now. What's... What's 210?

It's an abomination. I'm sick of it!

Sick to death of it!

And that's what you two are scrapping about?

There comes a time when a man must stand on principle.

Yeah, but it's hardly worth going into battle over.

Yeah, battle. Well, there it is.

That's all he ever wants to open with.

The congregation loves it!

Well, give them a chance to learn something new.

All right, wait a minute. What battle?

♪ Onward Christian soldiers ♪

I will not make my choir sing that song

every, blessed Sunday.

- I simply will not. - Heathen!

Uh, the way I read this,

you two are connected with the church, right?

I am the organist.

Pick all the preludes and postludes you want.

But the choir master selects the hymns.

You may sing whatever you wish.

The organ will be playing:

♪ Onward Christian soldiers ♪

Hey, what about "A Mighty Fortress"?

Yeah, I always liked that one.

Clearly uninitiated.

Obviously!

That's a good tune.

Hey, wait a minute, fellas!

Let's fill out a couple F.I. cards on 'em.

One-Adam-12, clear.

One-Adam-12, clear on a call.

459's just left.

11695 Carville. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Oh, I feel a trifle dizzy. Please, sit down, both of you.

I... I'm afraid I can't offer you anything refreshing.

I'm alone this afternoon.

Now what can I tell you?

Could we have your name, please?

Ruth Phillips, Mrs.

Well, do you need a doctor, Mrs. Phillips?

No, I'll... I'll be all right.

It's just a bump.

You reported a burglary, ma'am.

Yes.

Several pieces of jewelry. I've made a list.

They must have thought no one would be at home.

In fact, I hadn't planned on being at home.

This is my bridge day and I wasn't feeling very well.

Excuse me, ma'am. Did you say "bridge"?

Yes.

I lay down and fell asleep.

I awakened and heard someone moving about

in the dressing room.

When I called out, he ran.

Pardon me. But you said "they" before.

And just now you said, "He ran."

Well, yes.

But I only had a chance

to get a good look at one of them.

Then someone hit me on the head from behind.

No, no, no, no. Wait, wait, wait. Um-mm.

He pushed me. He didn't hit me.

I struck my head on something

and it stunned me for a moment.

But I did manage to get a glimpse of both of them.

And they were just boys.

Was one of them about 12 with blond hair?

Very neatly dressed.

I'd never seen him before.

But the other boy...

What about the other boy, Mrs. Phillips?

Well, I could be mistaken...

I must be.

As I say, I only caught a glimpse of them.

What did he look like?

He looked like Eva Foster's son.

How many of your friends play bridge, Mrs. Phillips?

Regularly?

Oh, I believe there are nearly 60 of us

in the bridge circle now.

Do you play on some kind of a schedule

at each other's homes?

Yes.

How long has the bridge circle been in existence?

Oh, six or seven months.

Well, we'll turn this over to the detectives,

along with our report.

They'll be calling you to find a time

convenient for you to have them drop by.

Would you please sign this, ma'am?

And thank you.

Thank you, ma'am.

Would you mind letting yourselves out, please?

You think she could be mistaken

about it being Mrs. Foster's son?

I don't know. It'll only take eight blocks to find out.

This is One-Adam-12.

Wonder if they caught her with her apron on?

- Hello, boys. - May we speak with Mrs. Foster, please?

- Huh? - Mrs. Foster!

No. No. I'm Mrs. Britton.

Mrs. Foster's my daughter.

Could we talk to her?

Could you talk to her?

Yes, ma'am!

Oh. Well.

You just wait and let me see.

You better have a look.

I was playing 6 No Trump.

What is it now, officer?

Marmalade.

I make it myself. Wouldn't you like some?

Of course you would. I know boys.

They're always hungry. You just come along with me.

- No, thank you, ma'am. - Oh?

Well, I'm sure Mrs. Phillips was mistaken.

It's possible. But you do have a son.

You don't mind if we talk to him, do you?

No, of course I don't mind.

I just don't think now is the time.

And frankly, I don't know where he is.

But you know who his friends are?

Well, naturally I know some of the little boys he plays with.

Now you said yourself that Mrs. Phillips could be mistaken.

I wouldn't want to expose Paul to an experience

that might be traumatic.

You do understand?

Now I must get back to my guests.

Now, Mrs. Foster, I'll have to make a report.

The officer will want to talk to your son.

Well, you have your officer drop around tomorrow.

My son will be home from school at 3:30

and he's very punctual.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

- Any luck? - No.

Mrs. Foster claims she doesn't know where her son is.

Yeah. Well, somebody was playing basketball when I got back here.

I wonder if that nice old lady

keeps anything besides marmalade in her garage.

Marmalade?

Yeah, she was coming out of the garage

when I got back here.

Let's take another look.

Want to tell us why you ran?

- For nothing. - What's your name, son?

Well, I guess we better have another talk with Mrs. Foster.

- Why? - That was her garage you were in.

I play basketball here sometimes.

You do, huh?

In the garage?

My daughter said you'd be back tomorrow.

Mercy, who's he?

We were hoping you could tell us.

We just got him coming out of your garage.

- So? - He refuses to give us his name.

Well, he doesn't look very desperate to me.

However, I can't help you. I don't know who he is.

He claims that he plays basketball here.

Earlier today a house was burglarized.

The victim described the thief.

This youngster fits that description.

About half an hour ago there was another burglary.

This boy was clearly identified by that victim.

She also says she recognized your son.

Look, we've been through all of this before.

You were supposed to come back here tomorrow.

I just don't know who this boy is.

Would you mind if we took a look inside your garage?

Yes, I would mind.

You say this boy broke into houses?

He stole things? Fine. You have your thief.

If you want to see my son, Paul,

you can come back here tomorrow.

Oh, Mom, why try to lie anymore?

- Can't you see it's no use? - Paul!

It's not right to let him take the whole blame by himself.

Paul, what are you talking about?

Aw, for corn's sakes, Mom.

We took the stuff.

A lot of stuff.

It's in the garage.

Mother, take Paul into the house.

- Come on, Paul. - Officer, he must be sick.

I mean, this is ridiculous.

I've never heard such utter nonsense in my entire life.

I wasn't gonna tell.

What's the use?

Come on, I'll show you.

Let's all see.

Mere children. You're gonna listen to them?

Well, you're not gonna find anything in there.

Besides, it's locked.

And I won't give you the key.

I've got the key for this.

Paul.

It ain't all here.

Mom sold some of the stuff.

I'm sorry.

What do you know or care what it takes to live like this?

To have the best of everything?

Do you know what it is to keep up?

What it costs to live properly?

Money.

Lots of money.

This applies to all of you.

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 an attorney present during questioning.

If you so desire and cannot afford one,

an attorney will be appointed for you

without charge before questioning.

You understand each of the rights I've explained to you?

Of course I do.

You'll have to come along with us.

Let's get a backup unit.

They weren't alone.

There were six of them.

Six fine boys.

They listened to me and I taught them how.

It was easy.

So very easy.

If only you'd kept your mouth shut.

I said I was sorry.

All right. I won't let you take the blame by yourself.

But don't say a thing until I get us both a lawyer.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

You'll take care of everything,

just like always.

Where was your father when I needed him?

Answer me that!

Can't we just go?

I would prefer if I didn't have to see my bridge group.

Well, I think they may feel

the same way about you, Mrs. Foster.

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