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One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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- It's hot. - Mm-hmm.

Must be those Santa Ana winds from the desert.

Ah, you still uptight about us losing that ball game?

You mean about me losing the ball game.

Four times at bat, and I can't even get to first base.

So you had an off day. We all have 'em.

And then I boot the ball that lets in the winning run.

Next time, you'll probably hit a grand-slammer

and field like a hungry octopus.

You know what really bugs me is the way that chopper jockey rubbed it in.

I know what you mean. Sgt. Rainer acts like

he's Metro Division's answer to Sandy Koufax.

All units in One-Adam-12.

A 211 just occurred.

5125 Coronado Boulevard.

See the man at the service station.

One-Adam-12, code 2.

One-Adam-12. Roger.

There's been a hold-up, no more than five minutes ago.

- Which way did he go? - I don't know.

He made us lie down inside. On the floor.

- Can you give us a description? - Yeah.

He was a tall, heavy-set fellow.

About six foot one or two. Maybe 40 years old.

And he had blond hair. I don't know if he had a gun or not.

He had his hand jammed inside his pocket all the time. You know, like this?

One-Adam-12. Code 4, Adam,

at the gas station, 5125 Coronado Boulevard.

Request clear frequency for initial broadcast

on 211 suspect.

All units, code 4 Adam.

5125 Coronado Boulevard.

All units on Frequency One, stand by.

One-Adam-12, go ahead.

One-Adam-12.211 suspect.

Left on foot. Described as male.

Hey! There he... that's him!

That's the creep! That's the guy that held me up!

- Go get him! Get him! - Stop, thief!

Stop! thief!

Hold on! Police officers!

This is One-Adam-12. Officer needs assistance.

My partner is in foot pursuit of a 211 suspect.

Last seen proceeding north on Sumner Avenue,

from Coronado Boulevard.

Responding units, meet me on Tech 2.

All units, officer needs assistance.

Coronado and Sumner.

One-Adam-12's partner is in foot pursuit

of a 211 suspect.

Last seen northbound on Sumner from Coronado.

All units responding to the Officer Needs Assistance,

identify and meet One-Adam-12 on Tech 2.

Adam-19 to Adam-12.

We're a couple of blocks away.

Where do you want us?

Adam-19, cover Lockhaven

between Coronado Boulevard and Hill Drive.

Roger, Adam-12.

Adam-12, this is Air-3.

We're 500 feet over Sumner and Los Flores.

Do you have anything else on your 211 suspect?

Affirmative, Air-3.

Air-3, suspect is male, Caucasian, six feet one or two,

160 pounds, blond,

wearing tan chinos, green jacket,

possibly armed, no vehicle seen.

Roger, Adam-12. We'll work a grid and circle-search.

Roger, Air-3.

Had yourself a real hot pursuit, eh, partner?

Yeah, I, uh... I lost him.

Figured. Well, you can't win 'em all.

One-Adam-12. I'm with my partner now,

in the 800 block of Los Flores.

The 211 suspect was lost

between Lockhaven and Borrano.

Air-3 to Adam-12.

Looks like your partner struck out again.

- Sgt. Rainer. - Yeah. But I know him.

- Cool it. - One L-20 to Air-3.

Thanks for the assist.

We'll handle the rest of the search from down here.

Roger.

L-20 to Adam-12.

Meet me at the market. Coronado and Sumner.

Roger, L-20.

Had me kind of worried back there for awhile.

- Huh? - I thought maybe

you'd decided to start your own police force.

What's that supposed to mean?

I kinda think my godson

would like to have his dad around long enough

to give him a few pointers when he starts Little League.

I get the message, Pete.

You're right.

Your 211 suspect probably got away

in that apartment complex over in the Tunaville section.

That's what I figure.

Find a needle in the haystack.

I'm gonna kick you guys loose so you can complete your reports.

We'll continue the search.

I'll take the gas station. You take the market.

He ordered six blintzes with sour cream to go.

When they were ready, I asked him,

"Do you want anything else?"

And he pulls out a paper bag with a load of coins

and bills already in it, and he holds it out to me.

And what looks like a gun in his jacket, he says,

"Yeah, I want all your money."

Across the street, and a few minutes away from his last hit.

Would you please read and sign this report, sir?

Thank you, gentlemen.

Now, uh, so what do you do with this?

You just file it and forget it, huh?

No, Mr. Martino. Follow-up.

The detectives will be in touch with you.

I should live that long.

Come on in for a cup of coffee.

Another touching vote of confidence

for our boys in blue.

Kinda quiet for a Saturday night.

It's probably just the lull before the storm.

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

See the priest regarding possible gang activity.

Northeast corner of the El Centro parking lot.

Alger and Perlita. Code 2.

One-Adam-12. Roger.

All units, code 4, Victory and Sherman Way.

- What's up, Father? - I just got a call.

There's going to be a big rumble.

They should be here any minute.

What's the beef this time, Father?

Who knows?

Today, with all the frustrations,

it takes very little to set some of our young Chicanos off.

Such a waste of time, energy.

And lives.

Si. Sometimes, lives, too.

It's too bad they don't put it all together for something constructive.

That's exactly what we're working on, Pete.

Brown power through education.

He gets through to some.

Some.

There they are. The Verdugos.

The one in the middle is their leader.

Pepe Romero.

Of course, it is not the whole gang.

- Probably just a war council. - Which is a good sign.

The way they're armed, it doesn't look so good to me, Father.

What I mean is, they must be here for a pow-wow

with a rival gang, which means

there is still time to prevent bloodshed.

They're coming over.

The Eagle Rocks.

The one in front is Salvador Cabo.

Their jefe. Their leader.

They don't look very peaceful, either.

Better get a backup unit.

No! Please! The more of us here,

the more there is a possibility for overreaction.

For real trouble.

I think I can keep them from fighting.

If only we show them a token presence of authority.

I'll tell you something, Father. The way I see it,

a little more token, a lot less trouble.

Get a backup unit. Let's get over there. Come on, Father.

One-Adam-12, code 6 at El Centro parking lot.

Juvenile gang activity. Requesting a backup unit.

One-Adam-12, roger. One-Adam-19. One-Adam-19.

Back up One-Adam-12 in El Centro parking lot.

Look, here come the Anglo black guys!

- Pigs. - Oink, oink, oink!

Ah! Look at the pigs!

They bring their priest for their protection!

The God Squad!

Let's play a little game!

What is the game?

Kill the pigs!

You know that real trouble you were talking about, Father?

I think we got it.

All right, that's as far as your game goes.

Hold it right there.

Right now.

Butting in our business!

You come to a meet with clubs and bottles,

it gets to be our business.

We're just being public-spirited.

Picking up the no-returns.

What about the clubs?

Ah, just wanna play a little softball.

Don't put us on, Romero.

Okay, okay. So the Vergudos and the Eagle Rocks

decided to have a rapping session. Something wrong with that?

Nothing. As long as the rap stops at talk.

Let me speak to them.

Okay, Father. It's your bag.

But take one more step, it's gonna be ours.

I want you to drop all those weapons.

We don't wanna trash up the lot, Father.

That's polluting!

Look, Padre.

Just because you have your collar on backwards

doesn't mean you can tell us what to do.

I'm telling you, Pepe.

- Drop that club. - Come on and make me!

Drop it!

Drop it.

All of you!

Stupid Chicanos! Fighting among yourselves!

We want the Verdugos to stay away from our barrio

and away from our girls!

Look, Cyprus St. belongs to us, too, you know.

- It also our barrio! - If you can't get a hold of your own,

we can't do nothing about that!

Well, we can, cholo.

The next time you mojados come into Cyprus St., we'll show you.

You think you can prove your machismo,

that you're somebody, by acting like...

Like animals!

But you don't.

You prove it by acting like.

By coming to the Tea Club, and acting like real men!

All right, I'm declaring this an unlawful assembly.

You got one minute to leave the premises,

or you're all subject to arrest.

You ain't always gonna be around, puerco.

That's right, man. But we ain't gonna be far away, either.

Oink! Oink! Oink!

Whoever said Saturday night was the loneliest night of the week?

Sometimes I wonder if there's any hope of the world.

The country. If my own people can't even get along with each other.

But I guess that's part of my job.

To keep hoping and praying.

Can we give you a lift, Father?

No thanks, Pete. I think I'll walk.

And think.

What about this stuff?

I'll take care of it.

Thanks for the assist.

Well, Father? Keep the faith.

You mean don't spread it around?

You think those gangs will cool it?

I got a hunch we'll find out before the night's over.

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

See the woman. A 415 family dispute.

2124 West Rockland. Apartment 309. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Turn around.

Yeah. Come on in.

He's in there.

- Is he your husband? - Yeah, more or less.

- Ma'am? - It's common law.

And Willard is just about as common as you can get.

- What's the complaint? - See that shiner?

Assault with a deadly weapon.

- What did he use? - His left!

Faded with his right. Crossed with his left.

See, he used to be a fighter.

A loser is more like it.

Old Canvas Back, I call him.

That makes his fists a deadly weapon, right?

Of course, he likes to claim we're an even match.

His fists and my mouth.

Is he okay?

I didn't lay a glove on him!

Never had a chance,

or I'd have conked him with a bottle of brew.

No. He comes in here, just galloping in here about three hours ago,

like he just finished six furlongs at Santa Anita.

Two little sacks.

So I says, "Where have you been?

"What have you got in the bags?"

You know what he did? He says to me,

"Shut you mouth, and mind your own business."

I'd like to offer you guys a bottle of beer.

But I've only got a six-pack left.

Thanks just the same.

Now you were saying?

Huh? Oh, yeah.

Mind my own business. Mind my own business!

I mean, like I'm his wife, ain't I?

More or less.

I mean, I'm entitled!

You know, fellas,

a gal likes to get out every once in a while.

Especially on Saturday night.

I mean, have a little fun.

A little juicin'. A little dancin'.

A little smoochin'.

Kind of Women's Lib. You know what I mean?

Are you sure you didn't defend yourself?

I never had a chance!

No, I'm tellin' ya, I'm sitting here

telling them about my Women's Lib,

and all of a sudden, before you know it, bang!

He nails me with his left.

And I fall down on my keister.

And all of a sudden, he charges in that bedroom,

and locks himself up.

A little while later, he comes out with that

moaning, groaning jazz.

This time, he ain't gonna get away with

sluggin' the little momma.

Mm-mm, no, sir.

This time, I'm proffering charges

against Willard Danhart.

Why'd you wait so long to call us?

Well, it wasn't till I saw this eye

swelling and rising like a loaf of pumpernickel

before I says to myself,

it's about time he gets his lumps. Huh?

Bust it in.

Police officers! Open up.

Go away. I'm sick!

Come on, mister. We wanna talk to ya.

I ain't talkin' to no one.

- Any other way in there? - Just through the door.

But be my guest.

- Hey! - Hold it...

- Up against the wall. - I'm sick!

Let's go. On your feet.

Hands up against the wall. Feet back and spread 'em.

What are you guys doin' here?

- Your wife called. - You big-mouth broad!

Shoulda broke her jaw. Hey, come on. Ain't got no gun.

- He's clean. - Looks like he ate the evidence.

It's probably his trouble. Sour cream doesn't hold up too well in this weather.

But he didn't eat all the evidence.

He's gonna have a lot more trouble digesting that.

Well, Old Canvas Back! K.O.'d again!

Shut your big mouth!

Hey, what are you guys doing?

You're under arrest, mister, for robbery.

Arrest? No, you can't arrest me!

- I'm sick! - Yeah.

On the blintzes you stole.

One-Adam-12 clear.

One-Adam-12 clear.

Now you can tell Rainer you scored one.

Yeah, right in the suspect's home run.

Looks like it's getting quiet again.

- I wish you wouldn't say that. - Why not?

Every time you do, things bust apart at the seams.

All units in the vicinity of One-Adam-19,

a 415 juvenile gang fight.

El Centro parking lot. Algier and Perlita.

One-Adam-19, code 2.

Looks like your hunch was right about those gangs.

Let's get over there.

All units in One-Adam-19.

Additional on your call,

shots are now being fired at the El Centro parking lot.

One-Adam-19, handle the call, code 3.

There goes 19.

Call an ambulance.

Amen.

Sarge is finishing up with the scene.

He'll be along with the detectives in a while.

How's he doing?

The doc says he's not gonna make it.

He didn't make any statement in the ambulance.

He was in no condition to, with a head full of buckshot.

Yeah. What about his family?

So far, they haven't been able to locate 'em.

That says a lot, right there.

Doc's given the okay for one of us to be in there

to try and get a dying declaration from him.

I'll wait out here for Mac and the others.

Amen.

Romero? Can you hear me?

Romero!

I hear.

It's Malloy.

Kill... the pig...

You know you're critically injured.

You may die.

I know.

What a bummer.

I wanna get a statement from you.

Nothing from me,

fuzz.

Who shot you?

I don't fink.

My boys.

Who will take care of them?

Kill...

kill pig.

Okay, Sarge.

Yeah, I'll tell him. Right.

He wouldn't talk. Part of their code.

Code zero.

Ah, it doesn't matter now, anyhow.

- Hmm? - That was Mac on the phone.

He wanted to let us know that, uh...

They got the others in the maroon coupe.

It was Cabo.

That figures.

Waste. Senseless waste.

They just wouldn't listen.

Crazy kids.

Fighting and dying over a few feet of turf.

I don't know, Jim.

Are we adults that much different?

Maybe older. Bigger.

But not, I'm afraid, any wiser.

Or better.

I must go now.

Look for his family.

Vaya con díos, amigos.

Vaya con díos, pardre.

How do we reach those kids?

We reach a lot of 'em.

Yeah. But not enough.

If we lose one, it's too many.

But some of 'em are so far gone already,

nobody can get to 'em.

Well, I guess we just have to keep doing what the Father said.

What's that?

Hope and pray.

Yeah.

And keep workin' on it.

Which reminds me, we got a lot of reports to get out.

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