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One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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Haven't checked these driver's licenses in quite a while.

Malloy, you just had a birthday.

- Yeah. - When's your license expire?

- Next year. - Wrong. It's expired now.

Well, some of that leather gear

could stand a little more polish.

A few of those badges

could hit the shine rug a little harder

before you leave the locker room.

Otherwise, not bad.

All right, we hit the field in five minutes.

Fall out.

Well, it looks like I'm going to have to drive.

Yeah.

It's lucky you weren't stopped

on the way to work this morning.

You would have gotten a ticket.

Yeah. Lucky.

Where's the report book and the hot sheet?

Oh, you're keeping the books today, Pete.

That's your duty.

You brought them out with you, didn't you?

Yeah, they're in my case in the backseat.

- You want me to get 'em? - No, no, no.

I'll get 'em. It's my duty.

Uh, Pete. The shotgun.

What's a matter, Pete? You don't look happy.

I don't know, Mac.

I just got a feeling it's gonna be one of those days.

Reed.

Let's get going, huh?

My pleasure, Pete.

Clear us, Pete.

Oh, yeah.

One-Adam-12, clear.

One-Adam-12, clear.

What kind of a turn was that?

A legal left-hand turn.

Well, didn't you see the traffic

in the oncoming lane?

Yeah, I saw the traffic.

There was plenty of clearance.

I thought you cut it pretty close.

Uh, Pete are you nervous or something?

- Reed! - That girl's calling us.

Hi. What can we do for you, miss?

A little while ago a man tried to sell me some marijuana.

Can I have your name, please?

Alma Stanley.

Where do you live, Alma?

Two blocks over. Tamarack Street.

1607.

You want to tell us about this man?

He was driving one of those trucks

that goes around selling ice-cream, popsicles,

candy, popcorn, and stuff.

You know, the kind that plays a little jingle.

I'm on my way to school

and I thought I'd buy some popcorn.

So I stopped it and asked him for a dime bag.

I meant popcorn.

I pointed to it but I guess he didn't see me,

'cause he turned around and brought out

this bagful of grass.

You know what marijuana looks like?

I've seen some of the kids with it.

I don't go near it.

What happened then?

He asked me for $10.

A dime is drug slang for $10.

Oh.

Well, when I told him what I wanted

was a dime bag of popcorn,

he got real mad.

He just grabbed the marijuana and drove off fast.

What'd he look like?

Middle height, curly hair,

30 to 35.

Wearing one of those regular white uniforms.

And real jumpy.

You didn't happen to see the license plate number

on the truck?

No, darn it. I guess I was too excited.

It was just a beat up, old, white van

with pictures painted on the sides.

Ice-cream cones and bags of popcorn.

Where did this happen?

On the corner of Balina and Houston.

Couldn't have been more than three, four minutes ago.

Thanks very much.

If we need anything else, we'll get in touch with you.

What do you do now?

Well, we'll search the neighborhood

and put out a broadcast.

You better get on to school, Alma.

Wait until I tell the kids what happened.

You know,

I think that's the same truck that's been hanging around

the school all week.

Yeah, I'm sure it is.

Thanks again, Alma.

One-Adam-12, requesting clear frequency

for description of possible narcotics suspect.

All units on frequency 1, stand by.

One-Adam-12, go ahead.

Citizen reports a vendor on an ice-cream van...

White, pictures of merchandise on panels,

license unknown.

Attempted to sell what appeared to be marijuana

to the PR.

Suspect described as a male Caucasian,

medium build, curly hair,

30 to 35 years old,

dressed in white uniform.

Suspect last seen five minutes ago

at the corner of Balina and Houston.

All units, One-Adam-12 reports description...

Alma must have scared him out of the neighborhood.

He'll just shift locations for a while

and go right on peddling his junk.

That's the kind of guy I'd really like to bust.

All units and One-Adam-12,

a 211 in progress at the bank, 1345 Arden.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Let's move, partner.

1600 coming up.

Right.

Looks like it's going down right now.

One man. You cover the outside.

We'll slip in and try and take him.

Uh, yes, Officer.

This is the same person who reported the bank robbery

at 1345 Arden.

Oh, yes. The bank robber is still here.

Uh, the reason that I'm calling again is

I forgot to ask,

well, how soon can I expect some help?

Oh, good.

Because it is rather urgent, you know.

Freeze, buddy!

Oh, good, you're here.

You made excellent time,

just as the officer on the telephone promised.

It's, uh, plastic.

Uh, but it did the trick.

Hands on the counter. Feet back and spread 'em.

You may not believe this,

but you see, I did it under doctor's orders.

You what?

Uh, yes, that's right.

You see, I have this gambling fixation.

I owe everybody. All my friends, acquaintances,

two finance companies, my psychiatrist.

My psychiatrist... A lot he knows.

I tried to get him to commit me

to the medical center, but he refused.

Absolutely refused.

Said that physically and mentally I was sound.

Said it was all in my mind.

Well, I mean, of course, it's all in my mind.

Where else?

Him and his Freudian theories.

After all, I did major in psychology

in college.

Well, this morning was the last straw.

I begged him to commit me and he refused.

So I said, "All right.

"I'll just go get myself committed.

I'll go rob a bank."

And do you know what he said to that?

Do you know what he said to that, Officer?

Wait a minute, mister.

I'm going to have to advise you of your rights.

May I tell you what he said to that?

He said, "All right. If you want to go rob.

If that's what you want to do."

He said, "Then, you just go right ahead and rob a bank."

So I did.

You see, I was just following my doctor's prescription.

That's all.

Well, you picked the wrong store, mister.

You're under arrest.

Bless you, Officer. You are an angel of mercy.

His shrink sure missed the call on him.

Maybe his shrink needs a shrink.

What's that you're writing there,

angel of mercy?

The log.

Yeah, but what language?

It looks like Sanskrit to me.

Watch it.

Pete.

I saw the light.

Look, why don't you just relax

and leave the driving to me?

That's why I can't relax.

'Cause you're doing the driving.

I haven't had any complaints from Jean.

I manage to get to work every day without any problems.

Legally.

Ever since St. Christopher got knocked out of the box

as the patron saint of travelers,

I figure your time could be up any second.

Nag, nag, nag.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, see the man.

A 459 report. 4288 Allot Avenue.

One-Adam-12, roger.

I'm picked clean, Officers,

like a plucked chicken.

I'm Officer Malloy, this is Officer Reed, Mr...

Lowell. Lars Lowell.

Come on in. I'll show you.

In your whole life, have you ever seen

a more complete burglary?

They even took open detergent boxes.

All the light bulbs. Everything.

Where were you when all this happened?

In Indianapolis.

My wife's father had a heart attack.

How long were you gone?

Six weeks. My wife's still there.

I had to get back to go to work.

I just got in and found this.

Tell any of your neighbors that you were leaving?

Why should I tell them anything? I don't even like 'em.

When we got the call, we just threw some clothes

into a suitcase and took off.

Oh, I'm just glad Agnes isn't here

to see how those vultures picked her home clean.

She'd have got a heart attack herself.

Well, you sound like you know who did it.

I do.

Tommy O'Leary, the kid across the street,

told me he saw everything.

It was our good neighbors.

First the Miller kid pried open the front door

and took a portable television set.

When the rest of the neighbors heard that the house was open,

they descended on it like a... like a flock of locusts.

Had a real field day, they did, at our expense.

Especially that nosey old maid next door,

Camille Gearhardt.

Yes, Officers. I'm Miss Camille Gearhardt.

Mr. Lowell.

Well, what seems to be the trouble?

May we come in, please?

That's our bookcase!

And these are my books.

Our armchairs, my end irons.

This is our coffee table and our pictures.

Oh.

She's put a cover on our couch.

And our drapes!

This is our rug that we're standing on.

Or part of it. She's cut it down to fit her own room.

Well, she's always wanted to get into our house.

Now she's done one better.

She's got our house in hers!

Why, that's just not true, Mr. Lowell.

I only took your living room.

Mr. Dexter across the street, he needed a bedroom

so he took one of those

and Ms. Edney needed a television set

so she took the big, pretty one.

And, you know, the Miller boy had already picked up the portable.

You're all a pack of thieves.

Well, if you're suggesting that I've done anything wrong,

I... I deeply resent it.

You mean, you don't think you've done anything wrong?

Well, heavens no!

The Lowells had been gone over a month

before we took a thing.

And the bill collectors were swarming around like flies.

So we figured that they'd just up and skipped town

and left their belongings behind for the taking

and it's as simple as that.

Simple is right.

Well, everybody else was getting a lot of things

and well, I didn't want to miss out.

It was such a lot of fun.

Like a big neighborhood party.

Not a party, Ms. Gearhardt. Burglary.

But... But I'd never steal anything, Officer.

Do you mind telling me how you got all this stuff over here?

Oh, I had a little help from my friends.

Give her her rights.

I'll call detectives.

Oh, there's a phone in here, sir.

You're under arrest, Ms. Gearhardt.

But you can't arrest me!

I haven't done anything wrong.

You have the right to remain silent.

You do have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say, can and will...

You write a log heading on that last call?

Well, sure.

That Camille Gearhardt sure had a strange sense

of right and wrong, didn't she?

I guess she figured there was no place like home.

Somebody else's.

All units and One-Adam-12, a 415 woman with a gun.

Shots being fired in front of 11310 Los Feliz.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Another code 3.

A baptism of fire for you today.

11000 coming up.

I killed him!

I killed him.

Take it easy, partner. We don't know which way she's gonna jump.

It was our anniversary and I killed him!

What's the plan?

Tell those guys to lay back and hold their fire.

She's out of her head.

What then?

See if you can distract her.

I'll try to get around behind her.

Watch yourself.

Get going. Keep your head down.

Okay, let's keep her busy.

Malloy's gonna try to get around behind her.

Shoot me! Shoot me!

Why don't you shoot me?

I want to die!

Shoot me!

- I want to die! - Lady, drop the gun!

We want to help you!

Then kill me!

I'll make you kill me.

Shoot me!

Lady, please!

Come on, let's talk it over.

Shoot me! Aah!

I'll check inside the house.

It was our 22nd anniversary

and I don't even remember what started the fight.

Did you call an ambulance?

No. A coroner.

Too much celebrating.

Hey, did you see the fight on TV last night?

No. But keep your eye on the road, will ya?

Who fought?

Cuchinello and Bates.

It's a rematch.

I thought Bates beat him pretty good the first time.

- Why the rematch? - I don't know.

I guess because Bates couldn't put Cuchinello down

the first time they fought.

How fast are you going?

- 25. - Oh.

It felt a little faster.

Pete, do you think I'd exceed the speed limit?

I'll bet Bates won easy, right?

Yeah.

I'll tell you, that Cuchinello

can take it better than any fighter I ever saw.

Well, if you were a fighter and after 15 years

the best they could say about you

was that you could really take it,

what kind of a reputation is that?

That's what the guys in the division say about me.

What do you mean?

Well, they say if I can hack being your partner,

I can really take it.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, see the man.

Unknown trouble. Craft and Colfax.

One-Adam-12, roger.

It's a baby!

- Yes, sir. - I just found it.

In this trashcan.

Can't be more than a few weeks old.

Can I have your name and address, sir?

I am George Lum.

My house is number 1704 Marshall Avenue.

How'd you happen to find the baby?

I was on my way to my son's store.

I come this way every day.

It is a nice walk.

I thought I heard something...

Like a baby crying... Coming from that container.

And that is what I found on top of the trash.

Did you see anybody around the cans

as you were coming up the street?

No, Officer. There was no one.

The baby was just lying out here in the open?

Yes, sir. In the blanket.

Inside this shopping bag.

Anyway, the baby sounded healthy.

Which is more than you can say for a crud

who'd do a thing like that.

Yeah. It's one thing to not want to keep a baby,

but to throw it away like garbage...

Where you going?

On that last corner I saw an ice-cream truck.

Check out that license plate.

Very interesting.

Passenger plate on a commercial vehicle.

Let's talk to 'em.

- He's taking off. - Get the truck!

All right, on your feet!

Heroin. He tried to swallow it.

Bet there's a lot more where that came from.

Friendly neighborhood junk man.

Take care of this and call a tow truck.

I'm gonna get my hat.

One-Adam-12, roger.

What happened?

Guess.

I ran over it?

I'm sorry, Pete.

Well, it's really the first wrong thing

you've done all day.

I don't know.

It kind of solves a problem for me.

What problem?

What to get you for your birthday.

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