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One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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As many times as
I've been by here,

I didn't realize that was
Slim Berkley, the actor.

Ex-actor. Slim hasn't
made a picture in years.

My dad thought he
was something else.

Claims he could ride a horse
better than any man alive.

Slim would be the
first one to agree.

Sit straight.

Relax.

What'd that horse
ever do to you?

Morning, Slim.

Hey, partner. Haven't seen
you in a month of Sundays.

How are you doing?

Better than that
horse out there.

What's the complaint,
cruelty to animals?

Oh, I ask you, you ever
seen anything like it?

Slim, I'd like you to meet
my partner, Jim Reed.

Hey, got yourself a
new shotgun rider, huh?

- Reed, how are you?
- Fine, sir. A pleasure
to meet you.

Now just a minute, son.

If your dad was
an old fan of mine,

- will you do me a favor? Don't mention it.
- Okay.

Five more minutes, ma'am.

And for crying out
loud, watch your seat.

Well, it's been quite a while.

I guess the only way to see
you is when I've got a problem.

The report says you
had a theft. Is that right?

Yeah, well, after
all these years,

I guess it's time to
start locking a few doors.

Well, it was in the cash
box. That's it right there.

Near as I can remember,
it was about $100.

I assume the cashbox
was unlocked?

Yeah, sure.

I don't know, Slim. You're
like a page out of a dime novel.

Was there anything else
missing besides the 100 bucks?

Oh, yeah. A belt buckle I won

in a rodeo up in
Cheyenne. Solid gold.

What about your employees?

There's only one of
them around today.

He's a nice kid. Name's Neil
Williams. I'll get him for you.

Oh, Neil.

Now what was that all about?

I'll go get him.

Wait a minute. I
want to talk to you.

Malloy!

He's from back
east, New York City.

When I first saw him,
he was half-starved.

He ate for three days solid
without coming up for air.

How long ago was that?

About a month ago.

And ever since then he's
been like a son to you, right?

- How'd you know that?
- Aren't they all?

How many kids have you taken
in since I've known you, Slim?

Who keeps score?

Well, that was a
pretty silly thing to do.

Tell me about it.

What the Sam Hill
got into you, boy?

You trying to get
yourself killed?

That would break
your heart, wouldn't it?

He says that he ran on impulse.

Yeah, where I come from,
that's a smart thing to do.

Yeah? Well, it ain't out
here. Now why'd you do it?

- And tell the truth.
- You said you were
coming to get me.

I knew you'd turn me in.

Well, what is it?

- Am I busted or ain't I?
- We'll let you know.

As a rule, people don't run
unless they got something to hide.

I've got nothing to hide.

I didn't steal anything,

and that includes bread or
belt buckles or anything else.

- Who said you did?
- Neil's not a thief.

Now who asked you
for your two cents' worth?

Nobody. I'm volunteering.

Thanks, Hilary.

Why didn't you tell them?

Tell them what?

That you used to be a
track star in high school,

and you work out
to keep in shape.

Thanks a lot.

That's a nice try, Miss Warner.

Now why don't you put your
horse away like a nice girl?

That goes for the rest
of you kids. Skedaddle.

What are you waiting for?

An introduction. I
adore policemen.

All right. This is Officer
Malloy and Officer Reed.

Miss Warner.
Hilary's my star pupil.

She rides like I used to.

It kills him to admit it.

Is Neil here a friend
of yours, Miss Warner?

A very good friend.

Hello, Mrs. Warner.

Is something wrong, Officers?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Don't worry.

Old Nosy here isn't involved.

Then we'd better be on our
way, Hilary. Your father's waiting.

Yes, ma'am.

Nice people. Real class.

Let's get back
to the theft, huh?

Look, search me.

Then go search my room.

Will that satisfy you? It'll
take about two minutes.

- You live here?
- Right over there.

Okay, you got a deal.

An old tack room I've no
use for, so what the heck?

Don't lean on the table
there. The leg's all busted up.

Well, I've been aiming to
fix this place up a little bit.

I just don't seem
to get around to it.

- Well, I like it. So what?
- Not bad.

Well, let me tell you something.
I've slept in a lot worse,

and that's the truth.

Oh, I remember once
in South Dakota...

Well, another story.

All right, son,
empty your pockets.

Tell me something. Did you
ever have to do this for anybody?

- Empty my pockets?
- Yeah.

No.

How about you?

No, not that I recall.

Well, you ought
to try it sometime.

- It makes you feel real good.
- It was your idea, remember?

Well, I got a better idea.
How about I strip down?

I look really great in the nude.

Now hold it. Stop right there.

What's the matter?

Never mind. Just put that
stuff back in your pocket.

I told you I've got
nothing to hide.

I don't care if you are...
I mean, I believe you.

Now put that stuff away.

It's up to you, Slim.

- Well, you heard me.
- What about my room? What about my bunk?

I could have a whole
fortune stashed under there.

I'm withdrawing the complaint.
Just forget I called, will you?

Now let's get a cup of coffee.

100 bucks is a
lot of money, Slim.

Don't forget, a
gold belt buckle.

Well, it's my own darn fault.

It's probably some drifter
snuck in while I was out back

saddling a horse,
or Two-Ton Tessie.

Just what the Sam Hill
you think you're doing?

I'm leaving. Any objections?

You hear that? He's
walking out on me.

All right, so it
ain't the Waldorf.

Or maybe it smells of
horses. It ain't that bad.

I know, I know.

All right.

The next time you even
look like you're gonna run out,

I'm gonna rope
and hog-tie you, boy.

Let's go get that coffee.

How long you known old Slim?

I met him about four years ago.

One of his horses got away,

and decided to go cross-country
on the Golden State Freeway.

But you'll never
hear him talk about it.

How come?

It was Slim who let
the horse get away.

From underneath him.

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

see the man... Found evidence.

12206 Ventura Boulevard
at the phone booth.

One-Adam-12, roger.

What's the matter with you?

Keep out of here! What's
the matter with you?

You crazy or something?
Help me, somebody!

He's gonna kill me!
Help! Help, somebody!

All right, don't
move till I tell you.

Roll over face down.
Spread-eagle. You got that?

Better take one more
just to make sure.

I guess, when I closed
the door, it jarred loose.

Yes.

- How do you feel?
- Like I've been
kicked by a horse.

On the way to the station,
we'll stop by Central Receiving.

- What do you think it is?
- Heroin.

If you ask me, that's
sure a silly place to hide it.

Oh, you'd be surprised
where we find it.

By the way, what does
pure heroin bring these days?

What does it cost?

Maybe it's pure, maybe it isn't.

Well, assuming it is.

After it's cut, oh,
maybe ten grand.

Is he putting me on?

No, sir.

Well, no wonder that guy
wanted me out of there.

You're lucky, Mr. Foster.

Listen, if I thought
for one second

that pusher would
get back that fast,

believe me, I'd have
never made that phone call.

Mr. Foster, what made you
so sure this was narcotics?

Well, I wasn't, but I watch TV.

You know, between
football games.

That's all you see nowadays.
Dope problems, kids with dope.

So when I walk
in the phone booth

and that junk falls out
from underneath the shelf,

what was I to think?
So I called the police.

Besides, I got two kids
of my own, you know.

They sound like a
couple of lucky kids.

- We appreciate your help, sir.
- You're welcome.

And let's all thank
the penny pincher

who invested in a two-bit magnet

to hold 10,000 bucks
to the bottom of a shelf.

Pete.

Officer!

One Adam-12, a 211 just occurred

at Seventh and Hoover.

Suspect is a male Caucasian,

about 6'2", dark hair,
wearing a green jacket.

My partner is in foot
pursuit of the suspect,

northbound on Hoover.

Suspect is armed.
Request backup units.

One-Adam-12, roger.

All right, mister.
Freeze and drop it.

Down on your face.

You transport him.
We'll get the report.

Well, that just about does it.

We'll need you later for an I.D.

Talk about timing. If you two
hadn't come along just then...

I have an alert partner.

Yeah. Well, next time they say,

you can never find a
policeman when you need one,

I'll have something
to say about it.

Can I fix you something to eat?

The grill's turned off,
'cause I'm cleaning it,

- but I can fix you a taco.
- No, thank you.

I'm sorry, but you see, we're
not allowed to accept gratuities.

A taco's a gratuity?

Thanks, anyway.

Hey, I forgot to ask.
How's the jaw this morning?

Oh, just call me Sorehead.

Did you get any
sleep last night?

No, not much.

Well, I wonder if
old Slim has solved

the mystery of the
missing belt buckle yet?

You want to go up and find out?

Yeah, why not?

While we're there, we
can tell Neil the news.

What'd he say about
locking doors from now on?

Ow!

What'd you do?

What the Sam
Hill you think I did?

You guys do me a favor.

Keep him out here.

- Of all the ungrateful...
- Neil.

We thought you'd like to know.

We checked. Your New
York record is cleaned up.

There are no wants on you.

Thanks.

Kid's a working fool, ain't he?

How about a cup of
coffee? It'll just take a minute.

No thanks, we're all full up.

What are you fellows up to?

I got a question for you.
Did it ever occur to you

the thief might be
one of your customers?

- What?
- What's to stop it?

I don't see an abundance of
locks being used around here.

Please, not my customers.
Business is bad enough as it is.

Just thinking out
loud. No offense.

You know, you keep
thinking like that, Malloy,

and you'll make chief
of police about the time

I start riding side-saddle.

- Afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

I'm afraid you're gonna
have to move your car.

You're illegally parked.

Hey, what do you know. Well,
I'm just waiting for someone.

They'll be right out, okay?

Uh, no, ma'am. I'm afraid
you have to move it now.

Aw, come on. Just
one teeny minute?

Please?

Sorry.

All right, I'll move it.

See you later.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Mind turning off your engine?

I can't turn it off.

Why not?

Well, it's... it's my battery.

If I turn off my motor, I'll
never get it started again.

Just turn it off anyway.
Would you mind?

Why? I'm just sitting here.
I haven't done anything.

Just turn off the engine.

One-Adam-12, a want
on Union Union Ida 4-2-1.

My license is in here someplace.

It's just gotta be.

You are a licensed
driver, aren't you?

Of course I am. I just had the
darn thing renewed last week.

One-Adam-12, an officer
needs help in the alley

behind the 400 block of
Crenshaw. Shots being fired.

Lady, if you got a gun in
there, I advise you not to use it.

- I don't have a gun.
- Keep your head down.

Yes, sir.

- Jim, are you all right?
- Yeah.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

I'm hit!

Don't shoot! I quit!

I surrender. Don't shoot.

Toss out the gun.

Whatever you say.
Just don't kill me.

See it?

Yeah, I see it. Now
let me see your hands.

Now come on out nice and slow.

All right, lady. Let's go.

I didn't know what they
were doing. I swear it.

A six-pack is all they
said they wanted.

I had no idea. Please,
Officer, you gotta believe me.

They just told me to
sit in the car and wait.

That they'd be right out. I
didn't do anything wrong.

I didn't do anything wrong.

While you were
picking up the log,

Mac filled me in on
that 211 yesterday.

Yeah? What happened?

It seemed the girl's
story checked out.

- They released her
this morning.
- Good.

- What about the guy
that was hit?
- He's doing fine.

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

see the man... A
malicious mischief report.

13452 Frankler Drive.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Now we'll see who
has the last laugh.

Stick around, folks. Enjoy.

Good morning. I'm Dewey
Conroy, the injured party.

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

How are you, Officer Reed?

- In what way
were you injured?
- That way.

My automobile. Come here.
Let me show you something.

Excuse us, folks.

Spread out a little.

You know anybody wants to
buy a brand-new convertible

full of concrete?

Pop art. That's
all it's good for.

If you like pop art.

I'm telling you, man,
when I get that guy in court,

I'll crucify him.

You mean you know
who's responsible for this?

You bet your life I
do... Frank Bennett.

Drives one of them
big mixing trucks

- for some cement company.
- You happen to know
where this Mr. Bennett lives?

Sure. Right there.

I was just in there making
a routine sales pitch.

To Mrs. Bennett. Get it?

Not 100%. No.

Well, it's not what you
think. I'm a salesman, see?

I peddle wholesale jewelry.

But, like, first you
gotta sell yourself, right?

- Yeah.
- So I've heard.

Well, anyway, I've
been calling on Myra...

Uh, Mrs. Bennett...

For about three weeks now.

She wants to buy
a birthday present

for that moose she's married to.

You know? A wrist watch.

So I brought some
over to show her.

Mrs. Bennett's kind
of hard to sell, huh?

Oh, she's murder, man.

I've been out here at
least a half a dozen times.

Well, why would her husband
want to do a thing like this?

Are you kidding? Three days ago,

he threatened to
knock my block off.

Came storming into the office
I work out of over on La Brea.

Scared the daylights out
of half a dozen secretaries.

Evidently, you don't
scare too easily.

Well, I figured I'd give it
one last try, you know?

So help me, I wasn't
in there ten minutes.

When I came out, this.
That's when I called you guys.

Were there any witnesses?

Not a soul. Can
you believe that?

I'm workin' on it.

Listen, they're probably getting
worried down at the office.

I better call in, okay?

- Pete?
- I don't know. What do you think?

Uh...

didn't Conroy say he'd been
in there only about ten minutes?

That's his story.

How much time do you figure it takes for
this much concrete to get good and hard?

A lot longer than ten
minutes, I know that.

Yeah, like maybe
five or six hours?

That guys' really got a problem.

Gotta get all that
concrete out of his car.

That's not his biggest problem.

What is?

How's he gonna explain it
to his insurance company?

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

See the man. A 484 report.

4562 Farmdale.

The Berkeley Riding Academy.

One-Adam-12, roger.

All right, say it.

I got it comin', both barrels.

Okay, you're a slow learner.

What's the problem now?

I guess I gotta take a
course in lockin' my safe.

What'd you lose this time?

Oh, not me. My customers.

I left everything
just the way it was.

Near as the girls can figure,

they lost about $300 bucks.

And one-third of
it belongs to me.

I'll call in and have 'em
send Latent Prints out.

You know anything
about this business, Neil?

No, sir.

Where's my $100?

Under the mattress,
in your room?

I don't get it, Miss Warner.

A couple of days ago, you
were everybody's friend.

Especially Neil's.
What happened?

I lost a hundred bucks.

- How old are you?
- 17.

And no more questions.

Unless, of course, you're
placing me under arrest.

Are you?

No, I just thought we'd
talk a while. You mind?

Yes, sir. I mind a great deal.

The boy had
nothing to do with it.

Are you calling me
a liar, Mr. Berkeley?

If you're accusing
Neil, yes, ma'am.

Ask him about New York City.

You don't mind, do you, Neil?

That's the way he made
his living back there.

Stealing.

He told me so himself.

We know all about that.

- Oh, hi, Mother.
- Hilary.

Uh, Miss Warner.

I'm glad you're here. I
may need a little help.

This is yours, I
imagine, Mr. Berkeley.

I'll be doggone.
Where'd you find it?

In my daughter's dresser.

Mother, please!

I suppose you'd
like an explanation.

You see, at first,

Hilary's thefts were confined to

small items in
department stores.

Even when it got
to larger things,

her father and I were
able to cover it up by...

By making restitution.

The last time she
got in trouble, she...

She promised faithfully
there would be no more thefts.

That was only a month ago.

Mother, please. Stop!

Now, with her
stealing from friends,

and putting the blame
on an innocent person,

I'm forced to tell the truth.

Mother...

How can you betray me?

Hilary...

I betrayed you when I didn't get
psychiatric help for you before.

It's over.

Thank God, it's over.

Stealing from
Mr. Berkeley, and...

And then the girls.

The worst part was
trying to blame you.

Oh, Neil. I'm so sorry.

Ah, that's okay. Look.

Why don't we forget it, huh?

Well, now, that's the first sensible
thing I've heard in the last five minutes.

We'll have to take your daughter
into custody, Mrs. Warner.

- Oh, Mother!
- It's all right, darling.

It's all right.

We'll work it out.

We'll work it out.

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