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One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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What do you say? You want to talk a while?

Yeah. Why not?

One-Adam-12, code 6 at 217 South Arang Street.

Foot patrol.

Mr. Johnson still away?

Yeah. Fish must be biting pretty well.

What's so interesting?

That guitar there. The second one from the left.

- Nice instrument. - - You already got a guitar.

Not like that one.

- It's a stab wound. - I'll get an ambulance.

- Better get detectives, too. - Right.

Exactly like I figured.

Hello, Bill. What'd you have figured?

- Is he dead? Is Sam dead? - No. Not yet, anyway.

Oh, Lord, he's been stabbed, ain't he?

My old buddy Sam.

You were saying you had something figured, Bill.

It was Jack Donohue.

Only this time I seen him with my own eyes.

How long is it going to be before he kills somebody, Malloy?

Where'd you see Jack Donohue?

In the alley, not over a minute ago.

With poor old Sam, and then...

When he seen me coming, Donohue run off.

Before I could get to him, Sam had staggered on out here.

What was Donohue doing?

He was just picking Sam up and fixing to stick him

with that knife again probably.

Ambulance and detectives are on their way.

- You know Bill White, don't you? - Hello, Bill.

What do you need detectives for? I told you who done it.

Was Donohue holding a knife?

Who knows? With them big fists of Donohue's,

he could be holding a watermelon, and you couldn't see it.

Donohue still living in the same place?

Far as I know, yeah.

He'll be all right, won't he, Malloy?

I don't know, Bill.

Sam's the only friend I got in this world.

Please don't die, Sam.

Donohue again.

I'll never figure out why a guy like that would live down here.

That is kind of strange, especially for an ex-cop.

Sam?

Can you imagine anyone living in a dump like this by choice?

Nothing like living close to your work.

Donohue's beat was a skid row back East somewhere, wasn't it?

Yeah, he was a sergeant in Vice.

Good cop, too, from what they tell me.

What really happened to him? All I've heard are rumors.

He was making an arrest... Suspected mugger.

Donohue claims the guy went for a gun,

and he shot and killed him.

- Turns out the suspect wasn't armed. - That can happen.

And the coroner's jury thought so, too.

His department must've had some other valid reason for removing him from the force.

Room 310.

Come on in, Malloy.

What's the matter, pal? You nervous?

I saw you drive up. What took you so long?

A man around the corner walked into a knife.

We waited for the ambulance.

You don't say. How's the victim doing?

We'll let you know.

Don't worry about him.

One transfusion of hot Moscatel, and old Sam will be as good as new.

Oh...

Don't look so surprised. I found the old guy in an alley.

Somebody tried to let the vino out of him the hard way.

I was lugging him to a telephone when Bill White showed up.

I knew he was a friend of Sam's, so I checked out.

Just like last time, hmm?

Yeah, and the time before that.

I guess at heart, I'm just a Good Samaritan.

If you were so concerned, why didn't you give us a call?

You're asking me to do business with L.A.'s finest?

Don't hang by your thumbs waiting.

Anybody for a sandwich?

You got a real good thing going here, haven't you, Donohue?

No comment.

I'd say that's a matter of opinion.

Yeah. Come to think of it, I have got something going.

I'm not a cop anymore.

You got to admit that's a rung up the ladder of society, wouldn't you say?

To what? Rolling drunks?

Suspicion only, youngster.

I'll admit one thing, Donohue.

You're a big puzzle to me.

How so?

Well, you're an intelligent man, you're healthy,

able to work,

you're not an alcoholic, and yet you live like a bum.

What's the story?

What do you mean? I'm a killer.

It says so in the record. Implies it, anyway.

I go around shooting unarmed men.

Okay, Jack, you're under arrest.

So you're taking Bill White's word for it, huh?

For the time being, yeah.

What about the victim? Anybody get his version?

My partner's with Sam down at the hospital right now

waiting for him to regain consciousness, if and when he does.

- Stand up. - Yeah.

Okay, Donohue.

"You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say can"...

Do we have to? I was just about to eat.

Anything you say can and will be used against you"...

"In a court of law.

"You have the right to speak to an attorney

and to have the attorney present during questioning."

I got the idea that Donohue was actually

looking forward to going down to the station.

- Strange guy. - Yeah.

But I can't imagine him rolling drunks for a living.

For the last six months, every time some wino's gotten tapped out around here,

Donohue's been within shouting distance.

How do you explain that?

I can't.

But every time I see Donohue

kneeling down in some back alley rolling a drunk, I get a fuzzy picture.

Well, you better check your fine tuning.

All units in One-Adam-12.

A 415 woman firing a gun

in the courtyard at Union Station.

One-Adam-12, handle, code 3.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Here. You can have it. I'm all through.

Now, what's this all about?

I don't know exactly.

But I haven't felt so good since I left West Prairie.

- West Prairie? - Missouri.

West Prairie, Missouri. That's where I'm from.

- Hi, I'm Ada Hays. Pleased to make your acquaintance. - It's empty.

I'm only sorry about one thing: I ran out of bullets.

He had more coming.

- Who did? - My so-called agent, Phil Duke.

- Ever hear of him? - No, ma'am. I can't say that I have.

Biggest crook in Hollywood, I guarantee you.

He swore on his hands and knees I was going to be a movie star...

Me, the homecoming queen from West Prairie, Missouri.

Cleaned me out of my last dime.

Said it was for publicity.

Then he told me to get lost.

Oh, boy, that flipped me.

And that's when you hauled out your gun

and decided to shoot up the phone booth.

Kind of silly, huh?

Where'd the gun come from?

My dad gave it to me just before I left.

Oh, I had some movie magazines, and he read about the wolves out here.

You know, the ones in Hollywood. So he said I might need it.

Well, unfortunately, Miss Hays,

firing off a gun around here,

at a phone booth or at wolves,

is against the law.

We're going to have to arrest you.

Oh, I understand.

Could you give me a couple minutes to get my suitcase?

It has all my most valuable things in it.

- Where is it? - Over there. Locker 57.

Okay. Give her her rights first.

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.

- Do you understand each of these rights I've given you? - Yeah, okay.

Here we are.

Hey, that's funny. There's a key already in it.

- I don't get it. - Let me see it.

It has to be the right key. I know it is.

This one says 55.

But that's impossible.

Well, that couldn't be right. It was in here.

"Was" is right, I'm afraid.

But I don't understand. What's going on?

By any chance, Miss Hays, did some nice, polite man

offer to put your suitcase in there for you?

Yeah, sure. The thing must've weighed a ton, so I took him up on it.

He put it in this locker... 57. I stood right here and watched him.

Then he locked the door and handed you the key?

Yeah. To lock...

Ohh!

Locker 55.

He palmed the key to 57, then he waited till you were out of sight,

and came back and got your suitcase.

I shouldn't have made that phone call.

If it makes you feel any better, this has happened

to a lot of people before you came along.

Don't waste any sympathy on me, mister.

Dumb don't rate tears. And that's me, boy, dumb with a capital D!

If you'll describe the contents, we'll try to get it back for you.

Well, it had everything I own in it.

- Even Henry. - Henry?

My pet rattlesnake.

He's in my suitcase.

Come on in.

Thanks. I can use the peace and quiet.

That your snake fancier out there?

Snake fancier and, uh, gunslinger.

I hate to think what that phone booth looks like.

Well, it doesn't look very good.

I called the radio stations about the rattlesnake.

They'd already heard about the shooting.

I just hope the thief, whoever he is, has the radio turned on.

She said the snake's fangs had been pulled

about a week ago and he should be harmless.

Yeah, well, fangs grow back.

Hey, what was she doing with a rattlesnake, anyway?

She said her agent told her it would be good publicity.

Oh, yeah. Her agent.

He called. His name's Phil Duke.

I know him from Hollywood Division. He's on his way over.

She told us about him.

He said he heard about the shooting on the radio.

"The telephone booth massacre," he called it.

Now he claims the girl's his most valuable client.

When the policewoman's finished searching,

we'll take her down to Sybil Brand and book her.

Where is she? Where is my little homecoming queen from West Prairie, Mo.?

Say, who's in charge around here? Sergeant, uh, Lieutenant, anybody.

I'm looking for a chick named Ada Hays.

Just now shot up a telephone booth down at Union Station.

- Have you seen her? - Fellas, this is Phil Duke.

Yeah, yeah. D-U-K-E, Duke, like in royal.

The guy who discovered the little lady.

Well, here she comes now.

Well, this just might be my lucky day after all.

Uh, Ada, baby, now, relax. Now, I am her to bail you out.

I'll just bet you are!

I mean it, sweetheart. With my money.

- See? Here. See? - Let me at him.

No, no. Easy, baby. Easy.

This whole thing is the break we've been waiting for.

We are about to reap the golden harvest, you little straight shooter, you.

"Golden harvest"! Huh! When's all this supposed to happen?

It's already happening.

They're talking about you all over town.

A million bucks' worth of publicity

for the price of a telephone booth.

Isn't it beautiful?

So beautiful that you are going to start work

in a picture first thing in the morning.

I what?

A movie, baby.

The kind they make in a studio, not in a garage.

The deal's all set. Cross my heart.

- Now what do you say? - I don't know.

All right. It's a walk-on,

but that's only the beginning, honey.

Your name is going to be up there in lights.

"Little Ada Hays from West Prairie, Mo."

You really mean it?

I told you,

the bail money from my own pocket.

- Would I lie? - Yeah.

May I make a suggestion, Miss Hays?

I wish somebody would.

We'd be happy to get ahold of your father for you,

and I think he'd be even happier to see you getting off the train

in West Prairie when this whole thing is cleared up.

And spend the rest of your life a laughingstock?

Pay no attention to them, honey.

Now, who do I see around here about putting up some bail, huh?

Well, when bail's determined, if you're prepared to post it,

we'll process her here.

Just be patient.

Does your father have a telephone?

Yes.

But don't you see?

This might be my one big chance.

Why you in such a hurry?

Because, my boy, the race is to the swift.

Opportunity knocks but once.

A bird in the hand...

Besides, you can't go back to West Prairie a failure.

He's right, you know. They'd laugh their fool heads off.

Everybody in town.

From homecoming queen to homecoming flop.

I doubt that.

You don't know West Prairie.

No, sir. I've made up my mind.

When I go home, I want to be rich and famous.

And I'm going to do it. You wait and see.

Well, you were ready to leave a half hour ago.

You weren't rich and famous then, were you?

Well, I didn't go either, did I?

- Reed. - Yeah?

- How's it going in there? - Not so good.

It looks like the girl's fixing to reenlist for another hitch in Hollywood.

Win a few, lose a few, right?

Sounds like you just won one.

He has. Stone just called from the hospital.

Sam regained consciousness and described the guy who stabbed him.

Male, Caucasian, all right, about 22 years old.

I'd say that lets me off the hook, wouldn't you?

I'm glad to hear it.

I'll have the girl's bail application processed.

Why don't you and Malloy give Donohue here a ride home?

Okay.

What's going on? What are they saying?

Well, they're hoping you'll change your mind probably.

You know something, Malloy?

For a cop, you're the nicest guy I've ever met.

Okay, Mr. Duke. Time to put your money where your mouth is.

You heard the little lady. Take me to your leader.

Here he is.

Honey, I got a great idea for you.

Now you listen. Now, here's the thing we do.

First thing we do, we change your name to Annie Oakley, okay?

All right. Now, we put two guns on your hips, over here.

Lots of buttons, with pearls all over them. See?

You know, I've been thinking about that hick dame back at headquarters.

Somebody ought to take that phony agent of hers out

and put a bullet right between his horns.

I see you're convinced now, huh? I'm a killer.

Take it easy, friend.

How come you asked us to drop you off here? Planning to leave town?

I'm hungry. They got a restaurant there.

Besides, I heard about that hick dame losing her suitcase.

Thought after lunch, I might do a little rattlesnake hunting.

What's the matter, Malloy?

Can't a citizen go hunting if he feels like it?

If he's got a license.

Since when do you need a license to hunt snakes?

Well, thanks for the lift.

Sure you wouldn't like a cup of coffee?

Some other time.

Hold it, Jack.

Now what's the matter?

Ever since you hit town,

anything goes down around here, you show up

either one step ahead of us or one step behind.

Now, you're not a cop,

and we don't need volunteers to be judge and jury.

So that just leaves one thing... An ax to grind.

- Go on. - Okay.

Don't grind your ax on my beat. You understand?

Perfectly.

- Hey, Reed, do me a favor. - What?

Tell an old city boy how to kill a rattlesnake, will you?

I keep thinking about Donohue back there.

Like trying to retire a racehorse in the middle of a stretch.

I feel kind of sorry for him.

- That makes two of you. - Who's the other one? Donohue?

Haven't you noticed?

Yeah, right.

Okay. Thanks, Sarge.

They found Ada's suitcase and Henry the rattlesnake.

Good. So much for Donohue's snake hunt.

Where'd they find it?

On West L.A. Wonder where the thief is by now.

Probably halfway to San Francisco.

At least.

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

A 459 suspect there now.

3110 Pittman Avenue.

One-Adam-12, handle, code 3.

One-Adam-12, roger.

All units in One-Adam-12.

One-Adam-59 reports a 459 suspect

from 3110 Pittman

was last seen heading eastbound on Olivera from Pittman.

Described as a male, Caucasian,

30, 6 feet, 155 pounds, brown hair,

wearing a light sport coat, dark shirt and tie.

Suspect is now in the vicinity of Union Station.

One-Adam-12, roger.

That's him.

One-Adam-12, we're in foot pursuit of the 459 suspect.

Just entered Union Station. Request assistance.

Unit, the message on frequency 1 not readable. Repeat.

Watch yourself.

There's a lot of stuff out there to hide behind.

- He went in the alcove. - It's a dead end.

Yeah. You better tell our backup unit where we are.

This is One-Adam-12. Request ETA on backup unit to Union Station.

One-Adam-12, I didn't receive your request.

Roger. We have the 459 suspect...

3110 Pittman Avenue... Cornered in an alcove.

The south side of the station courtyard.

Request a sergeant and a backup unit to assist us.

Shots are being fired. Advise approach with caution.

One-Adam-12, roger.

All units in the vicinity of One L-20 and One-Adam-59,

assist One-Adam-12 inside Union Station.

Okay, mister.

First the gun, and then you. What do you say?

Don't blow it any dumber than you already have.

I got help on the way.

Okay, mister. Time's running out.

What's it going to be?

I give up. I'm coming out. Don't shoot.

First the gun.

Put it on the ground and slide it out.

Okay. Here it comes.

Now you. Hands above your head.

Donohue!

You've got to kill them! You've got to kill them!

Kill them! Kill them! You've got to kill them!

Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!

Kill. Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill them! You've got to kill them!

You've got to kill them! Kill them! Kill them! Kill...

- You all right, partner? - Yeah.

Bound and determined to be a little bit of everything...

Policeman, judge and jury.

You forgot one... executioner.

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