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One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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Ninety-seven.

Ninety-eight.

Ninety-nine.

Oh! One hundred.

Any takers?

- How about you, Malloy? - I'll pass.

Oh, come on now. What do you got to lose except a little pride?

I don't know, Pete, boy. You could take some shaping up.

That 459 would've got away from us the other night

if it hadn't been for me outrunning him, and you.

We got eight minutes till roll call.

Why don't you see if you can beat the sergeant?

That might mean more to you than catching that burglar.

Why didn't you say something a little sooner?

And spoil the show? I wouldn't think of it.

That's what I like about you, Malloy... so thoughtful.

- Speaking of roll call, where's your partner? - I don't know.

I just passed him on the way in at the report counter.

What's he doing there?

What else would he be doing at the report counter? Writing a report.

"Writing a report. Writing a report."

Why would he be writing a report before he goes to work?

Now, how should I know? I just walked past the guy.

I didn't think to ask his life history.

Green, how'd I ever get you as a partner?

I was just looking for you.

- What have you been up to? - Filling out a report.

Oh. I thought we turned everything in yesterday.

Yeah, well, uh, this is a new one.

I'm the victim.

The salesman seemed like a nice guy,

and Jean and I decided a long time ago to buy some steak knives.

So when he knocked on the door, I bought a set.

Cost me 30 bucks. I wrote the guy a check.

That's where I made my big mistake.

He, uh, asked me to make out the check to him

instead of the company, so I did.

When did you find out?

Last night, when I got home and checked my bank statement.

$300.

Just by adding a zero to a $30 check, the guy wiped me out.

- You have any idea how to locate him? - None.

All I've got is a receipt, and it's out of one of those dime-store books.

The detectives may find him,

but you'll never get a red cent back.

Aren't you, uh...

Aren't you kind of surprised at you, Reed?

What do you mean, surprised?

You know, falling for one of the oldest cons in town.

We're not supposed to be gullible in our line of work, are we?

I trusted the guy.

Mm-hmm. Trust.

That's the point, my fine young officer.

You see, one of the first things a policeman learns

is that everything is not always as it appears.

You, uh... You did learn that up at the academy, didn't you?

I only had one problem, Ed.

- How's that? - You weren't my teacher.

Well, you can say that again.

You're the one that's out the 300.

One-Adam-12 clear.

Wells really bugs me.

Don't let it get to you. He's just ribbing you a little.

There's more to it than that. It's what he thinks.

- How's that? - I don't know.

I just don't think like him.

- You give it back to me! - I'm the one that put...

That's entirely irrelevant! That plant...

Give me that plant back!

- Give me that plant back! - I got something coming to me!

Let loose! Let loose, or I'll pop you right in the mouth!

All right. Let's go. Break it up.

All right. What's going on here?

It's just a private argument, Officer.

We're just having a parting of the ways.

And arguing about the disposition of our community property. Right, buddy?

- Sure thing, old buddy. - Well, would you buddies mind

letting us see what the argument's over?

All right. Let's have a look at what you two are fighting over.

Looks like we got a little marijuana plant growing there.

Looks like this argument's been solved.

The arrest reports... one potted plant on the way to the crime lab.

Those two sure didn't look like potheads.

That just proves hippies don't have a corner on the marijuana market.

Hey, maybe that's why they call it weed.

What do you mean?

Seems to grow anywhere.

Take a look at that.

Hold it, ma'am. I'd like to talk to you for a minute.

Oh, please. I haven't done anything wrong. Let me go, please!

Well, it's not all that serious, but you did commit a traffic violation.

You were almost hit.

Please, I'm in an awful hurry! Please let me go!

Are you in trouble? Is there something we can do to help?

No. No, please.

I'm all right.

It's very important.

Couldn't I come down to the police station later?

You can give me a ticket then. Please!

I'm afraid we can't do that, ma'am.

Are you sure we can't help somehow?

No. The only way you can help is by letting me go!

Oh, please, I'm desperate!

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Johnny! Oh, Johnny!

Help me. Oh!

Okay now. Take it easy.

Settle down. What can we do to help you?

If I don't have $1,000

in an hour,

he's... he's...

Get hold of yourself. Calm down and tell us what the trouble is.

He's going to kill my baby.

Oh!

He's an escaped mental patient. Went over the wall two weeks ago.

His name's Ronald Saffert. She gave me a rundown on him on the way over here.

It all checked out with our NI-1s.

What's his history?

All crimes of violence. Assault, A.D.W.

and one robbery conviction.

They've got him labeled as extremely dangerous.

Mary Grant... that's the mother... Says he's her brother.

He wants the $1,000 so he can buy his way out of the country.

She have any idea where they are in the house?

No. While we were waiting, I had her draw up this floor plan.

When she left, they were both there in the living room.

The child in the playpen, and she thinks Saffert will be on this couch over here.

There are two ways in... the back door through the kitchen

and the front door right into the living room.

Heavy drapes on the windows all the way around.

Open or closed?

I don't know. Reed's checking the house now.

Is he armed?

If the woman's right, he's heel to the teeth.

12-gauge shotgun and four boxes of shells.

The layout's not too bad. We can get to the back door without being seen.

The front's out. We'd have to cross about 30 feet of lawn.

Don't jump the gun.

The decision hasn't been made on how we're going to take him yet.

What do those windows look like?

Well, the drapes are closed. There's no chance of seeing in for a shot.

Yeah, that figures. The safest way is never there.

Okay, the way I see it, we got three plans:

One, we let her take in the 1,000 cash we got coming from downtown,

wait for him to come out.

Of course, there's no guarantee he will come out.

Two, we try to talk him out on a bullhorn.

Three, we creep up, try to take him by surprise.

Tear gas is out because the child's in there.

I've got a key to the back door. The first two plans,

we have to stand around out here and guess what's going to happen.

At least if we go in and try and take him by surprise,

we've got a chance of controlling the situation.

I vote for number three.

Okay. Three it is.

Wait here.

Don't try it, Saffert!

You're as good as dead. I mean it.

On your feet. Hands against the wall.

- You okay, partner? - Yeah.

How's the baby?

Never made a peep.

Oh!

Ohh!

Are you all right?

When I got home last night, I couldn't get Wells out of my mind.

- What? - Ed Wells.

One of these days, you're going to get

burned just like I did with that check kiter.

It can happen to anybody, you know?

Trust me, somebody is making a mistake.

- You know something, Reed? - What?

You and Wells... You two are star-crossed.

It's 10 after 7:00.

What do you say we eat at the station?

That sounds good.

Pull over, Pete. I want to get a paper to read while we're eating.

Here you go, son.

That's okay.

You work too hard for your money. Keep the change.

Gee, thanks, Officer.

What's today?

Tuesday, the 10th.

Monday, the 9th. It's yesterday's paper.

Now we've got a crime wave to end all crime waves.

There's this kid on the hustle in the division.

Only this is no ordinary kid.

Oh, no. This one is going to be an A-number-1 conman.

See, now, his thing is he gets day-old newspapers,

and then he sells them to every sucker he can find, you know?

What, uh...

What might we have here?

Can I see that? Thank you.

Well, my, my, my.

You're going to be all right, Diogenes, just as soon as we get you another lamp.

Don't tell me, Officer Reed. You trusted him.

Take it easy, Wells.

You better get on the ball, Malloy,

before Reed here winds up in the poorhouse.

One-Adam-12 clear.

One-Adam-12 clear and a call.

Any unit in the vicinity in One-Adam-12. See the woman.

Unknown trouble. Possible shots fired.

107 North Gate.

One-Adam-12, handle code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Are... Are you the man?

Por favor. Are you the man?

Could you tell what he had on, Mrs. Martinez?

What he was wearing?

Sh-Shirt.

- Was it a dark shirt? - No. No.

- A light-colored shirt? - Yes.

- Pete. - Ohh!

Excuse me.

The place is clean. Could you get anything out of her?

She's still pretty upset. The most she'd tell me

was that some guy took three shots at her from outside.

She's starting to use a little more English now.

Good evening, Honest John. What have we got going here?

- Did you get a description? - Not much.

Male, possibly Latin descent, wearing a light-colored shirt.

I'm going to try to settle her down, see if she'll give us a little more to go on.

You two take a look around outside and put out a broadcast.

Okay.

Are you feeling any better now, Mrs. Martinez?

Yes, I'm feeling much better now. Gracias.

Got a possible male, Latin, and light-colored shirt.

- What do we want him for? - Sniper.

He took three shots at the woman in there about ten minutes ago.

You want to get that on the air? We'll check the rear.

Right.

One-Adam-43 reports a code 4 Adam at 107 North Gate,

and requesting third frequency for description of sniper suspect.

All units on frequency 1, stand by.

One-Adam-43, go ahead.

One-Adam-43, sniper suspect is described

as possible male, Latin, light-colored shirt.

No further description.

Hold it! Reed!

All right, friend. Now the party's over. Now spread them out.

Okay, now, what'd you do with the gun?

I have no gun, señor. No gun.

Come on. Don't give me that. Now, where'd you dump it?

You're under arrest. "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 the 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 I have explained to you?

Yes, I understand.

But I have nothing to hide.

I was just taking a shortcut through here.

I always do.

I have no gun, señor. You must believe me.

- What's your name? - Raul Gonzales.

Well, if you didn't do anything, Mr. Gonzales, why did you hide?

Yeah. Why'd you run?

I got scared when I saw the police.

Yeah, well, you must've had a reason.

Why were you afraid of us, Mr. Gonzales?

I have just taken out my first papers

to become a citizen of the United States.

I like it here, señor.

I thought you might think I was a crook, and be arrested,

and lose my chance to stay in this country.

It was bad for me to hide and to run.

Yes, sir. That's right. If you're innocent.

Reed.

Let me ask you something, Reed.

How long do you stay awake on Halloween, waiting for the Great Pumpkin?

Listen, I just don't think he's our guy yet.

Oh, no, Reed.

Tell me you're putting me on. You don't believe that story he handed us?

Well, if you can't buy his story, we can settle this easily enough.

We can take him inside the house and let the woman eliminate him.

Now, we can do that, can't we?

Oh, yeah, we can do that... waste some more of the taxpayers' money.

Okay, you haul him down to the station,

you're liable to find out that he was right and you were wrong.

You know something, pal?

You're a lost cause.

Come on. Let's go.

Now, you lock this door and keep your shades down.

I'll put out a broadcast for your husband,

and we'll keep searching the area.

Okay. Yes, sir. I'm, uh...

I'm sorry I did not tell you at once it was my husband, Carlos.

He didn't mean to do it. He was drunk.

But I'm afraid when he is drunk.

He would never shoot like that if he was not drunk.

Yes, ma'am. I understand.

But if Carlos is still on the rampage,

we just want to make sure he doesn't harm anyone.

So you keep this door locked. Okay?

- Malloy? Open up. - It's me.

Who... Who is it?

It's Officer Reed, ma'am.

You're friend told me to keep the house locked.

- Where is he? - He's out looking for my husband for doing the shooting.

Your husband? Are you sure it was him and not a man named Raul?

Yes, it was my husband Carlos. I saw him.

Don't move,

Mr. Policeman, or I will kill you.

Ohh!

Now, take it easy, mister.

I'll take it easy, all right,

as soon as I kill that woman.

- Maybe I shoot you, too, huh? - Now, look, you've had

a little too much to drink, so why don't you put the gun down?

- We'll talk about it. - Talk.

I don't want to talk.

I am going to shoot that woman.

Now open the door.

If you don't open the door,

I guess I'm going to have to shoot you, too, huh?

Now, why do you want to hurt your wife?

That's for me to know, Mr. Policeman.

Now open the door!

Don't hurt me!

That was a little bit too close.

I just came by MacDonald's office.

He's got Wells in there, on the carpet, really chewing on him.

- I'm sorry to hear that. - When did Wells get on your hit parade?

- Well, he was never really off it. - Do tell.

I've got an idea maybe why MacDonald's leaning on him.

- You do? - The Martinez call.

He took the arrestee in. I wanted to play it a little different.

Okay, say it.

- Say it. - Say what?

That I was wrong and that you were right,

and we should've taken the man back in and let the lady eliminate him.

No harm done.

Yeah. After I spent the last half hour

explaining to the man why it was wrong.

Well, to show you my heart's in the right place,

I'll buy you a cup of coffee, Reed.

- You got change for a quarter? - Yeah, I think so.

You know, Ed, I've got to start learning

I just can't trust everybody.

Huh?

- This quarter of yours. - What about it?

It's an English shilling worth about 12 cents here.

I didn't mean to give you that. It's a lucky piece. Here...

How do I know that?

What do you mean, how do you know that? You trust me, don't...

Hey, Ed, let me buy you a cup of coffee, okay?

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