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One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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Did you see the notice about the department exams to make Investigator 1?

- In September. - You gonna try?

I haven't made up my mind.

It means a lot of studying.

That's not what's stopping me.

What, then?

I'm just not sure I want to work plainclothes.

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

assist the fire department.

4012 Rosedale Street. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

- Think it's that firebug again? - Maybe.

Busy character.

The firemen can take over now, sir. Do you want to move back?

- I'm only trying to help. - Yes, sir, but that car

could explode if the flames reach the gas tank.

Come on.

Officer, that car was set on fire deliberately.

- Could I have your name, son? - Bob Benjamin.

I live up the street there.

Did you see somebody set the fire?

Well, I was coming across the lawn there,

and I saw this man running away... some stranger.

Right after that, the car kind of sprouted into flames all over.

Can you describe the man you saw running away from the fire?

Well, after the fire started, I looked again.

I saw him run across the street over there and into those trees.

He was maybe a couple of inches taller than me.

No, no. I saw him, too. He was much taller. At least 6 feet.

Excuse me, sir. One at a time.

I'll get your story in a minute.

Officer, he was short, not even as tall as I am.

- Okay, Bob, go ahead. - I did get a good look at him, honest.

He wore dark pants and a blue checked shirt, short sleeves.

And his shirt was a sort of green.

- Anything else? - He was skinny.

- Definitely stocky. - Oh, no, he wasn't stocky.

And definitely not skinny. And about that shirt...

It was plaid, and light tan pants.

All we have to do is find a suspect

who's either 5'8" or 6' tall, skinny and stocky...

- Mm-hmm. - Who wears light and dark pants

and three different-colored shirts at the same time.

Short sleeves. That narrows it.

The boy's description matches the one we got

at the fire over on 3rd Street last week.

Nice kid. He sounded like he knew what he was talking about.

Do you think the same guy set all six of these car fires this month?

- Same M.O. every time. - What makes a guy want to set fire to cars?

Maybe he doesn't like traffic jams.

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

See the man. A family dispute.

1247 East Flower Drive.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Why don't they call a family counselor instead of us?

By the time the counselor gets there,

one of them could be in the hospital.

I still don't like these calls.

You're not alone.

- Get her out of here. - No.

- What do you mean, no? - I mean no.

No? No?

Police officers, ma'am.

A man at this address called the police. Is he here?

I'm here, Officers.

Hello, I'm Bill Barlow.

What's the trouble, Mr. Barlow?

- Get her out. - I will not. Miss Fisher is my guest.

- I'm Susie Fisher. - And I'm Betty Barlow.

This is my house, and I say get her out.

My house!

Miss Fisher and I are going to watch the football game.

- S.C. and Notre Dame. - Over my dead body.

Mr. Barlow, I wouldn't want to cause domestic trouble

between a gentleman and his wife.

No trouble, no trouble. My pleasure.

You are a worm.

Mr. Barlow, if you'll just tell us why you called the police...

Because I'm fed up to here.

I'm sorry. That's not really a police problem.

As long as you policemen are here, I have a job for you.

This is my house. Throw that tramp out.

Officers, I don't know how you can stand there

and listen to one person call another person terrible names.

We can't get involved in family disputes, ma'am.

Well, I should think it would be a crime

to call a lady a tramp.

Well, there's nothing we can do unless this all ends

with a charge of disturbing the peace for all of you.

So why don't you talk it over

and settle it quietly and peacefully?

I don't need you to tell me how to act.

I'm not disturbing anybody's peace.

- I'm going to disturb yours! - Okay, wait a minute.

Now, how did all this start?

Well, Miss Fisher rides on the same bus with me every morning.

She likes football, so I invited her over to watch the game.

- In my house! - My house!

I never thought I was going to get involved with the police.

Just tell me this: Is it against any law

to have a friend over to watch a football game with you?

No, sir.

Thank you, Officer. Huh!

- Ow! - Wait!

You could be charged with assault, ma'am.

But he's my husband.

Well, the law doesn't give a wife the right

to commit assault on her husband.

Bill, I'm sorry.

Oh...

Forgive me. Don't let them take me to jail.

Jail? Don't cry.

Wait. Don't worry, baby. Don't worry.

You're not gonna arrest my wife.

Not while I'm here to protect her.

You think just because you wear a badge

you can intimidate me?

Miss Fisher, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave.

I'll thank you never to speak to me again, Mr. Barlow!

Oh, Bill, don't let them take me away.

Oh, no.

No, don't cry, baby. Baby doll.

Now, you're not dealing with some punk, you know.

I know something about the law,

and I know influential people, too.

And wait till I tell them you tried to arrest Betty.

Mr. Barlow, if you don't want to press charges against your wife,

we can forget the whole thing.

Are you trying to be funny? Press charges against Betty?

Well, look, I'm a taxpayer,

and I don't like your jokes.

Just, will you get out?

Both of you. Clear out, huh?

We'll clear out, but first we've got to get a few more facts for our report.

Oh. Well, all right.

Baby doll?

Mmm.

All right. Okay.

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

see the man regarding an arson suspect.

432 West Bridewell. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Firebug's having himself a busy day.

And night.

We got a call on a confirmed fire.

In that trash can. If he hadn't spotted it

and pulled the can away, the whole works would've gone.

Sorry I can't be of more help.

That's all the information I can give you.

- Looks like you were here at the right time, sir. - Sure was.

Can we have your name and address, sir?

Hal Rosten. R-O-S-T-E-N.

5981 Tacoma.

Oh, I work for Sunray. After I got home,

I found I'd left my reading glasses on the desk.

I drove back. I have a key to the back door.

Could you tell us what you saw, sir?

When I swung into the lot, my headlights picked up a fellow ducking around the back.

I thought it was kind of strange.

Then I saw the fire when I stopped my car.

Can you describe the man that you saw, sir?

Oh, it all happened so quick.

It was more of an impression than really seeing.

- I'm sorry. - Anybody else around?

No, not a soul.

I pulled the trash can in the clear,

then I went inside and I called the fire department and you fellas.

It's all cool and well. We'll head back to the station.

Is there any chance that the fire in the trash can was an accident?

- Not a chance. - Even if somebody was lighting a cigarette

and thought the match was out, and they threw it in the can?

The fire started in the center of a batch of crumpled newspaper.

A dropped match would have burned the top.

Anything smoldering would have burned the bottom.

This was arson.

Hal, what's been going on here?

I don't know, Mr. Shumley.

Oh, I'm Carl Shumley. I own Sunray.

Did Mr. Rosten call you, Mr. Shumley?

No, there's no one home. My wife's away.

She's visiting our daughter down in Canton, Ohio.

I had a bit of food, and then I came back here

to catch up with some paperwork.

Having trash piled against that building is a fire hazard, sir.

- Is this a ticket? - No, sir.

It's a notice directing you to remove the hazard.

Oh. I'll never understand it, Hal.

Somebody's trying to burn Sunray.

Why?

Sir, there's an arsonist operating in this neighborhood.

Yes, I read about him in the papers,

but he wouldn't burn a stranger's place of business down, would he?

Maybe he's a customer, and we just don't know it.

My customers are nice people.

There's no reason to believe it's anybody you know.

An arsonist sets fires usually just for the kick he gets out of it.

What kind of a world is it

when people go out and set fires?

Poor guy Shumley really took it hard.

He was more shook up about somebody being mad at him

than he was about having his business burned down.

Yeah.

Hey, if we have the time,

why don't we keep an extra eye on his place?

See if that firebug comes back

and tries to finish what he started.

Why? Are you expecting him to?

No, I guess not.

Even if it was one of his customers,

which is a real long shot,

how would we recognize him, by his short sleeves?

Yeah, but in that neighborhood, we could get a burglary call or a drunk

or a hype... I don't know what.

We'd be in the area anyway.

It'd be kind of nice if we could help the guy.

Not tonight. It's end of watch.

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

a jumper, 7th and Sibley.

One-Adam-12, code 3.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Hi.

Why did they send for you?

Take it easy, mister. Don't get excited.

Don't get excited? Why shouldn't I get excited?

What else do you expect for me to be?

Wait just a minute now. Please wait.

Wait? Do you think I have any other choice?

Everybody's got a choice.

He's right, mister. Don't do anything foolish.

Just relax. There's always a way out.

Well, why don't you help me?

We'll be glad to help you, mister, any way we can.

Well, why don't you stop talking and do something?

Do you think I want to be out here?

- I'm cold. - Why don't you come on inside?

There's a hook in my building,

and my belt is stuck in it,

and I can't move!

And I'm afraid to move.

I see. Okay. Simmer down.

- All right. - Oh, thank you, Officers.

Much obliged.

Phew.

Just for the records, would you tell us

how you got into that fix?

A warbler. That lousy warbler.

What?

You see, I make estimates

for a window washing service.

And I'm a bird watcher.

So, I was checking the windows,

and noticed, on the ledge, there was a nest.

And in that nest was one of those

white-throated Arizona warblers.

So I thought I'd go out and take a look.

And I went out there.

And do you know, when I got out there,

my belt got hung in one of those window-washing hooks?

I don't know very much about that sort of thing,

but people that watch birds,

where do they usually do the watching?

Mm, out in the country, of course.

Yeah. Out in the country.

One-X-ray-52. One-X-ray-52.

Assist the fire department.

The alley at the rear. 473 Hiller. Code 2.

Firebug again.

What we need with him is a little luck.

So far he's had it all.

Sooner or later, his luck's bound to run out.

Yeah.

Maybe the sarge's beefing up the patrols tonight will help.

I sure hope so.

- Ah, it's peaceful so far. - Yeah.

Hey, how about driving past Mr. Shumley's place just for a look?

Okay.

One-Adam-12. One-Adam-12.

See the woman. A male mental case.

3331 Vail Boulevard. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Oh, thank God! Thank God!

Ann, my sister, called the mental hospital.

They're sending someone out.

But anything could happen by the time they get here.

Tell us what the trouble is, ma'am.

Ann's husband!

He's sick!

Somehow he escaped from the hospital,

and he's in there with a knife!

We'll see what we can do.

Go away.

Can we talk to you, sir?

You're not going to get me.

We're going to come in now

just for a minute to talk to you.

What's going on, sir?

Don't you come any closer.

You're not going to get me

or Ann,

'cause I'll take her with me.

We're here to help you any way we can.

You're lying!

We have no reason to lie.

That's all!

You stay where I can watch you.

One more step, and I'll...

They sent you to kill me.

Who's "they"?

You know.

The officers want to help you, George. I swear it.

You're lying!

If you tell us who's trying to kill you, maybe

we could all go and go and stop him, together.

You think I'm a fool.

You think I'll go with you.

You wouldn't want to hurt anyone.

Why don't you put the knife down?

First, you take off your guns.

I'm sorry. We can't do that.

Why?

We have to wear them.

Regulations.

George, please, darling, you're hurting me.

You know, a strong man shouldn't have to hide behind a woman, should he?

I'm not talking to you!

Talking's the best way to find out the truth.

Why, you're not afraid of the truth, are you?

Get away from the door.

Why?

I'm going away... far away,

and Ann's coming with me.

She's my wife.

Well, we'll all go together.

Move! Get away from the door!

Why don't you tell us where you want to go?

We'll be glad to take you.

For the last time...

You can trust us.

Ann,

I've got to do it, Ann.

You know.

You're my wife.

No. George, no.

I didn't believe you would be against me...

My own wife.

You're my wife!

Everyone's against me.

How do you know that?

George, don't, please.

I'm not to blame.

You are!

You made me do...

Who's that?

You expecting somebody?

Maybe it's a friend of yours.

I've got no friends.

If anyone tries to come in here, I'll... I'll kill them.

We're from George's hospital.

You're behaving very badly, George.

I want you to stop this nonsense at once, George.

No.

Give me that knife.

This minute!

Yes, Miss Thompson.

Say good-bye to your wife.

We're going back to the hospital.

Bye, Ann.

How about those nurses?

- They're something else, huh? - They really bailed us out.

Hey, do you think George would've used that knife?

No way to be sure. I thought so.

The man said, strange world.

Hey, how about taking West Bridewell back to the station?

Okay.

Check that door!

It's locked. I'll check the roof.

Hold it right there.

Let's go.

I am sorry.

Some more paperwork, Mr. Shumley.

Business was so bad that I was going broke.

Insurance was the only hope.

I got the idea when I read in the papers about that arsonist.

Okay, let's walk to the car.

Well, I was going to start a new business.

Hal would've had a safe job.

Twenty years he's been with me.

I wanted to protect him.

Let me ask you something, Mr. Shumley.

Who's going to protect the men who have to risk their lives

trying to put out the fire you start?

Let's go inside.

One-X-ray-52. One-X-ray-52.

See the man regarding an arson suspect

at the garage on Slauson, at Green.

- Code 2. - He's still at it.

I just hope we catch that guy before he gives anybody else any more ideas.

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