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One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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So you can bank on this Christmas Eve

being like all the others.

Car clouts, pickpockets

the purse snatchers, the shoplifts and the deuces.

So it's heads-up time.

Now, any questions before you hit the field?

Oh, one other thing, on your way out,

each unit be sure and stop and pick one of those bags up with toys and candy.

Kind of spread the Christmas spirit around.

- Well, I guess that's it. - Yeah. Sarge?

Uh...

Uh, the, uh, watch got together,

and we all chipped in to buy you this.

Open it up, Mac.

Well, I, uh, deeply appreciate the long thought

and careful consideration

that must've gone into the selection of this gift.

Well, what else do you get the sergeant who has everything?

All right, you guys.

You're going to be up to your necks in calls today.

You better get out there.

And, uh, hey, fellas, listen.

Thanks. And merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Sarge.

I don't know. I just can't get with it.

You can't get with what?

Christmas. It just doesn't feel like Christmas to me.

You got all your shopping done?

Yeah, just about.

I bought some real out-of-sight lingerie.

Ah. What'd you get for Jean?

Oh-ho-ho!

Remind me, will you? I still got to get something for my landlady.

Yeah. Hey, don't let me forget to pick up some mistletoe.

The last thing Jean said was, "Don't forget the mistletoe."

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

A 211 just occurred.

Chandler and Hollywood Boulevard.

One-Adam-12, handle code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

All right. Step back, folks.

I'm the one who called, Officers.

I was coming down the street there, and I saw it all.

This old wino came up to Santa Claus here,

and he hit him over the head with a piece of pipe,

and then he scooped up all the money in the pot,

and he took off down the street there.

Tried to brain me, he did.

I chased after him, but he got away in the crowd.

Had too much of a head start.

What kind of a fink would slug Santa Claus?

On Christmas Eve.

I'll help Santa.

Are you sure you don't need a doctor?

No, I'm all right, young fella. I'm more mad than hurt.

I reckon my Santa hat and hair kept him from busting my gourd.

Suspect is a male Caucasian, about 55,

5'9", 230 pounds,

wearing a black beret, old brown jacket, and gray pants.

Weapon used is a section of pipe.

Left on foot, westbound on Hollywood Boulevard from Chandler.

No car seen.

One-Adam-12, roger.

All units, a 211 just occurred.

Chandler and Hollywood Boulevard.

No, sir. I'm just going to go on about my business,

trying to get some more money in the pot.

Ha! That's the spirit, old pal.

Yeah. And if I get to feeling a little poorly,

I may take a little drop of something just to pick me up.

Now, don't you worry, Officers. I'll hang around for a while.

Make sure he's all right.

Merry Christmas, folks!

Merry Christmas!

Help them that's less fortunate to have one, too.

Boy, if I could just get my hands on that rat, I'd...

Merry Christmas, folks.

Christmas Eve.

The suspect probably got off the main drag as quick as he could.

Could you step back on the sidewalk, please?

Didn't you see the sign, sir? It said, "Don't walk."

Yes, sir. That's why we were running.

I'm serious. You could've been injured.

I am serious, too, sir.

The light was green. That means we can cross.

- Does it not? - The light was green, yes...

Then the sign said, "Don't walk," so we ran.

- Where are you from? - New Mexico.

The Zuni reservation. We just got off the bus.

This is the first time we have ever been in a place like this.

This is my wife Rosa, my daughter Crusita.

I am Tom Nasheboo.

I'm Officer Malloy. This is my partner Officer Reed.

We were up late last night on the bus.

- Thank you. - Then we fell asleep.

Went past where we were supposed to get off.

Tom is an expert silversmith.

He has a job at the Jewelry Mart.

That is the address of my cousin, Benjamin Bercham.

That's way on the other side of town.

There's your stop over there.

If we reach it alive.

No problem. Just remember to cross when the light is green

and the sign says, "Walk."

There's your "all clear" now.

Thank you.

He ring any bells?

Yeah. That's the description of Santa's 211.

Looks like he's been liquefying his assets.

Let's get him.

Hold it, mister!

All right. Yes, Officer?

Hands up against the pole, feet back and spread them.

What's this all about?

- I'm a coin collector. - Sure you are.

So I'm a pipe collector, too. There's no law against that, is there?

A little while ago, not far from here,

a Rescue Mission Santa Claus was slugged and robbed.

You fit the description of the suspect.

He was collecting for the mission.

If you needed help, you could've gone there.

So you got me. But not before I got

a little Christmas cheer down the hatch.

I'm a Capitalist. I believe in free enterprise!

Doing away with the middleman!

Besides, they don't serve no booze at the mission.

Yeah, you didn't have to put on these handcuffs.

I'm well-liked in this neighborhood.

Okay, cool it!

I was never your chum, you dirty rotten crook!

And anybody that would slug a man with his hands tied behind his back is...

I'm American!

Well, it's just what you deserve,

and there's plenty more where that came from, buster!

All right, old-timer. If you don't cool it,

- I'm gonna have to handcuff you. - Well, that's the only way

you'll stop me from buffeting him again, I tell you!

I want him arrested for assault and battery on a defenseless man.

- You started this whole thing. - And I'm gonna finish it.

I demand my rights! I'm making a citizen's arrest.

Take him in! It's the law!

Why you...

Go on, do your duty, gentlemen.

Mommy, Mommy, look. He's arresting Santy Claus.

Hey, would you like some Christmas candy?

No. Not from anyone who'd arrest Santy Claus.

Well, uh, he's not really Santa Claus.

What do you mean?

Well, uh, he's, uh...

just one of Santa's helpers

who kind of got in a little trouble, that's all.

What kind of fink would arrest Santa Claus on Christmas Eve?

Ho, ho, ho!

You can't arrest Santa Claus!

Hey, you can't do that.

Boo.

One-Adam-12, clear.

One-Adam-12, clear.

Booking Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.

Well, he didn't give us any choice.

Hey, wait a minute, Pete. There's a florist shop.

- I gotta get that mistletoe, remember? - Okay, lover.

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

ambulance traffic, Cahuenga and Crest.

Handle code 3. And use caution. Ambulances en route.

One-Adam-12, roger.

May I see a license, please?

I didn't... I didn't see the...

The stop sign, Officer.

I'm gonna give you a field sobriety test, Mr. Selfridge.

No. I'm not drunk.

I just had a few drinks at the office party, that's all.

You know how it is.

You have to have a couple with the employees

for morale purposes.

Are you refusing to take the test?

I'm not taking any test.

You understand that, by refusing to take the test,

you can lose your license?

I can lose it by taking them, too.

I'll...

let my lawyer handle it.

You know how it is, Officer.

No, I don't know how it is.

And neither does he.

One-Adam-12.

We have a traffic accident with a death involved

at Crest and Cahuenga.

Requesting a traffic sergeant and also reporting a code 20.

One-Adam-12, roger. Code 20, Cahuenga and Crest.

Cards on these. The deceased had a wife and children.

You know, sometimes I think the Christmas spirit is alcohol.

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

see the man holding a shoplift suspect.

1147 Crosley Place.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Sommers' Department Store.

Sandy Quillan.

I spot her, bold as brass,

going around the store, picking up this and that,

putting it into her tote bag.

Right out in the open. No attempt to hide it.

Yeah, here's all the evidence.

And you'll note, there's not a necessity in the lot.

Probably gonna sell it to support her habit.

I was never on the hard stuff.

Do you have the crime and arrest report ready?

You know Jason Lamb.

But I'd still like to know why she was so open about it.

She did everything but send up flares

and make a public announcement.

It was like she wanted to be caught.

I did want to be caught.

Now that the police are here and I'm officially under arrest,

I can tell you.

I wanted to be arrested.

Just one small correction, Mrs. Quillan.

- It's Miss. - Miss Quillan.

We're not arresting you.

Mr. Lamb, the store security officer, has already done that.

We're just the transporting officers now.

Just as long as it sticks.

Would you mind telling me why you want to be arrested?

I didn't have a cent.

My kids were hungry.

I've got two,

this one on the way.

I thought if I could get myself arrested,

at least my kids will be taken care of.

Where's the father?

Rick.

He was my guy.

We thought life would be

one big trip.

Free love and freak-outs forever.

Only then the kids came, and the party was over.

Only not for Rick.

He went on and on,

dropping reds, whites, rainbows.

Acid.

Into heavier and heavier stuff.

Where's Rick now, Miss Quillan?

About a month ago, they found him unconscious on the street.

An overdose.

There wasn't much left of his liver.

He was in a coma for three weeks.

Then last Friday, he died.

There are other ways to get help, you know.

The Department of Social Service

has an emergency fund for cases like yours.

Please, Miss Quillan,

why don't you just relax for a minute

while I have a word with these officers?

Pete. Jim.

Now you know I'm no bleeding heart.

In fact, I'm a real hard nose with shoplifters, right?

Right.

Now this kid isn't one of your average,

run-of-the-mill shoplifters.

- I mean, she wanted to be caught, right? - Mm-hmm.

And it is Christmas Eve.

That's right, Jason.

So what do you say you just give me back that crime report

and let's forget about the whole thing?

It's your arrest, Jason.

Miss Quillan,

considering the circumstances,

these officers have persuaded me to drop the charges against you.

And don't worry.

Like the officers said,

the Department of Social Services will help you.

And we've got a big bag of Christmas candy and toys downstairs,

just made to order for a couple kids like yours.

I just...

wanted to give my kids some kind of Christmas.

Yes, ma'am.

It wouldn't have been any kind of Christmas for them

without their mother, would it?

Better?

Yeah, I'm beginning to get the feeling.

- Good. - Hey, only one more thing.

Just no sooner said than done.

Florist shop.

Look at it this way. You can't have everything.

Sure stands out on a night like this.

Yeah, like a beacon.

Hey, wait a minute.

Is that a fire up there?

I can't tell. We better check it out.

Mr. Nasheboo.

Officer Malloy.

What are you doing up here?

- Huh? - We left you at the bus stop.

We waited.

The bus didn't come for so long, we decided to walk.

We're used to walking on the reservation.

Then we got lost.

It got dark.

We decided to camp here for the night.

Crusita!

She was sleeping here between us.

She's gone.

My baby!

She couldn't have gone far.

We've only been asleep about 10 or 15 minutes.

Let's fan out and take a look.

Rosa, stay here.

She might come back to the fire.

Crusita!

Crusita!

Crusita!

Crusita!

Crusita!

Crusita.

Reed!

Whew. You remember what happened to the last kid

who was lost in these hills?

We're gonna need a lot more help up here fast.

- You better put in a call to the watch commander. - Right.

We got animals out there,

a deep lake, and sheer drops.

And with the night and the cold, we gotta find her in a hurry.

I've got six other teams out searching,

covering these areas in through here.

I want you two to go in this area right in there.

Okay, take off.

One L-20, requesting a helicopter unit

at Pilgrimage Theatre.

Meet me on Tack 2.

One L-20, roger.

Air 3, Air 3, meet One L-20 on Tack 2.

Crusita!

Crusita!

Jim, I gotta get some fresh batteries.

All right. I'll keep at it.

Crusita!

Air 3 to One L-20. What have you got?

We're involved in a search for a missing juvenile.

18 months old, wearing buckskin dress.

Request search of area east of Pilgrimage Mountain.

Roger, L-20.

If we don't find her in a little while...

I don't want to think about it.

Crusita!

Nothing.

Why don't you check over there?

Crusita!

Crusita.

Crusita!

Malloy!

She's come by this way.

Crusita!

There she is.

I'll get her.

Now just stay there, honey.

You lost your dolly.

We found it for you.

Your mommy and daddy are looking for you, Crusita.

And they asked us to bring you back. Just...

Hey. Hey.

Good girl.

Good girl.

My baby!

Crusita! Crusita! Crusita!

She was going toward the light.

Oh.

All units,

discontinue search for missing child.

She has been found,

safe and well.

You know, it's almost 100%.

Uh...

Mistletoe.

Hey, merry Christmas, Pete.

Merry Christmas, Jim.

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