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

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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Ought to really do something about that headache.

Yeah, like get a new head.

No, I mean it, Pete.

I took a couple of aspirin before we left the station.

It'll be all right.

You know, Pete, my great-aunt Leticia

had a remedy for headaches.

Maybe you ought to try it.

Your great-aunt? Sure.

No, it sounds crazy,

but she said it worked every time...

Brown paper and vinegar.

What?

Oh, yeah, you take a piece of brown paper

and you soak it in strong vinegar,

put it on your forehead.

Headache goes away just like that.

Aunt Leticia said it never failed.

It's worth trying.

I hope you're kidding

because if you're not,

I'm going to take you back to the station

and trade you in for a partner with a full set of marbles.

Okay. I'm just trying to help.

All units in the vicinity and One-Adam-12,

a 211 just occurred at 465 North Main Street.

One-Adam-12, handle, code 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

All right, ladies, all right, let's get back to work.

Go on, back to work with you.

Hello, Officers.

Excuse me just a minute.

Are you all right, Mrs. Kovacs?

Yes, I think so, Frieda.

Oh, no, no, no. You stay put and rest.

This business of being held up has upset Mrs. Kovacs terribly.

- Poor dear. She's not very strong. - I'm not very strong.

I'm Mrs. Pine, Frieda Pine.

When did this happen, Mrs. Pine?

Let's see. It was exactly 19 minutes ago.

That would make it 20 past 10:00.

I'm afraid he's long gone by now.

With all our money.

What did the man look like?

More of a boy really... 22, perhaps 23.

Nice-looking boy with light sandy hair,

about 6 feet and wearing a green shirt.

With a big gun.

I'll get this on the air.

How much did he get, Mrs. Pine?

He took every cent we had in the cash box... $43.75.

You won't find any fingerprints.

He made me take out the money. He didn't touch anything.

He was too busy waving that gun.

He wasn't waving it. He was shaking.

Poor boy, he couldn't help it in his condition.

What condition was that?

He was a hype.

A hype?

Drug addict, you know, strung out on heroin.

He was in dreadful need of a fix.

Anyone could see that.

Who else was in the store at the time?

Oh, just Mrs. Kovacs and I, and she fainted.

I fainted. I'm not very strong.

The other ladies were working in back.

Most of them are widows and alone,

and when I started this thing,

they were just wasting away like a bunch of vegetables.

Yes, ma'am.

Now they're all busy,

each one doing what she does best,

and everyone's sharing in the profits.

Me, I can't sew or knit.

I was born with 10 thumbs, so I organize and sell.

I'm a dandy organizer.

I'll bet you are.

And you should see how they change.

Why, they're alive again, and useful.

They're even making a little money, and heaven knows they need it.

Well, Mrs. Pine, could you give us a more detailed description

of the man, anything at all?

Well, he was 6 feet, I'd say, 170 pounds.

Tan complexion, regular features,

small blemish on his neck, uh, here,

light sandy hair... He needed a haircut...

Blue eyes that were badly bloodshot.

Of course, that was due to his nervous condition.

Do you remember how he was dressed?

Certainly.

I may be 78, but I can still see.

He was wearing a green knitted sports shirt with short sleeves,

gray cotton slacks with a dirty smudge on the left knee.

Narrow black belt, gold buckle.

Couldn't see his socks, but he was wearing brown boots with a rounded toe,

and they needed a shine.

Brown boots unshined.

He was sick and desperate,

but he did say he'd send the money back

as soon as he could.

I wouldn't count on that, Mrs. Pine,

but with the description you've given us,

we may be able to pick him up.

We'll certainly do everything we can, ma'am.

Now, if you'll please sign here, Mrs. Pine.

Of course.

And thank you so much, Officers.

You're welcome.

Pete, I, uh...

I forgot my report book inside. I'll be right back.

One-Adam-12 requesting clear frequency

for supplemental on 211 broadcast.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

All units on frequency 1, stand by.

One-Adam-12, go ahead.

One-Adam-12 on 211 that occurred

at 465 North Main Street, 10:20 hours.

Suspect is armed. May be an addict, KMA.

All units, additional on the 211 suspect...

That was some description she gave us.

Suspect is armed and possibly under the influence of narcotics.

We could use her on the force.

What did you buy?

Buy? Me?

Buy, you.

What would I buy in a place like that?

I went back to get my report book.

Turn over your hat.

My hat, what for?

Turn it over.

Two potholders. My, my.

All right, so I bought some potholders.

It just so happens that we need a couple potholders at home.

Sure.

All units, a 211 just occurred in 77th Division.

Three armed suspects last seen in a yellow convertible,

license number Victor Sam Ocean, 594

heading northbound on the Hollywood Freeway.

- I don't believe it. - Huh?

That car ahead, that's it.

This is One-Adam-12. We're following 211 vehicle from 77th Division,

northbound from the Hollywood Freeway on Glendale Boulevard.

Requesting a backup.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

If they see you talking into the mic, they're going to wrap it.

I know.

This is One-Adam-12.

Suspect vehicle is now northbound on Alvarado,

just passing Aaron Street, speed normal.

One-Adam-12, Roger. Any unit in the vicinity, backup One-Adam-12

following Victor Sam Ocean 594

northbound on Alvarado, passing Aaron,

the 211 vehicle from 77th Division.

They're bound to get hinkey.

We've been following them for 3 miles.

Here it comes.

We're off and running.

This is One-Adam-12. We're in pursuit of yellow convertible,

Victor Sam Ocean 594.

All units on all frequencies, stand by.

One-Adam-12 is in pursuit.

All right, hold it!

Watch your head.

Well, pretty nice work.

About 14 minutes from crime to arrest.

We have our moments.

That was quite a run and tackle for a desk jockey,

a man of your... seniority.

Malloy, there's a cruel streak in you.

All units in the vicinity and One-Adam-12,

a 211 just occurred at 4224 North Spring.

One-Adam-12, handle, code 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Must be our day for 211s.

You the one who called us, sir?

Uh, yes, I am.

My name is Clover, and I own this place,

and I was back there putting some things away,

and I turn around...

All of a sudden there's this gun staring me in the face.

He took $100 in crisp new 20s right fresh from the bank,

15 singles... $115 altogether.

Did he take anything else?

- No, that's all he wanted, $115. - Sir?

Well, I had over $300 in the cash drawer,

but he said all he wanted was 115.

How do you figure that?

A man pulls a robbery,

and all he wants is a specific amount.

It's a little unusual.

Can you describe the man, Mr. Clover?

Uh...

I was afraid you were going to get around to that.

Was he young or old?

Well, he was kind of average,

by that I mean medium height,

light sandy hair, medium build.

Was he wearing a jacket?

Uh, y... uh, no.

How was he dressed?

Well, kind of average.

I know what you're thinking.

Why didn't I take a good look at the guy?

Well, his gun was staring me right in the face,

and, like I say, he was just average looking.

I knew it would be easier if he was 6 feet 5

and wearing green leotards,

but this guy was just an average sandy-haired, blue-eyed guy.

He had blue eyes?

- Didn't I say that before? - No, sir.

Yeah, sandy hair, uh... yeah.

- Sandy haired, blue-eyed. - Could be.

Uh, what are you guys talking about?

Mr. Clover, could this man have been wearing a green, short-sleeved shirt

with gray pants and brown boots?

Yeah, uh... now that you mention the green shirt,

uh... uh, yes, he did have on green.

Could be the same guy.

- Could be. - And one other thing.

He might have been a little high on something.

I'm not really sure, but he was careless with his gun,

waving it around.

Could he have been a little taller than medium height, Mr. Clover?

Well, uh...

You already got him in green,

but I'm definitely sure

he was not 6 feet 5, and he was not wearing leotards,

but can you imagine, $115?

That's all he wanted,

a specific amount.

You sure run into some crazy people.

Still think he's the same one who hit Grandmother's House.

A green shirt and blue eyes... That's not much to go on.

He said he thought the man had sandy hair, too.

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

see the woman regarding 211 report,

465 North Main Street.

Grandmother's House.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

I told you.

I told you he was a nice boy.

What do you mean, Mrs. Pine? What happened?

Well, look, I'll show you.

See? He brought back the money,

just like he said he would.

You mean he came back in person?

Well, of course. He had to.

He wanted to apologize for robbing us.

There's $60 here.

Mm-hmm. He insisted on my taking the extra

to make up for all the trouble he caused.

Wasn't that nice of him?

Brand new 20s, fresh from the bank.

You won't have to arrest him now, will you?

I mean, he's given back the money,

so there's no reason to.

Once a felony complaint has been filed, Mrs. Pine,

it's up to the District Attorney's Office,

but I'm afraid he didn't really give you back the money.

But of course he did. You have it in your hand.

Well, not your money. I'm afraid this belongs to somebody else.

Well, of course I don't know where he got the money.

- We do. - At least we think we do.

An antique shop was held up not far from here.

$100 in new 20s was taken, like these.

Oh, dear.

Is it the same man?

We think so.

Does that mean we can't keep the money?

I'm sorry.

It'll have to be booked as evidence until we're sure.

Of course, I know you're doing what's right,

but it's a terrible disappointment.

The other ladies were so happy.

Here's a receipt for the money, Mrs. Pine.

We'll keep you informed.

It's going to be very hard to tell them.

Wait a minute, Pete.

Mrs. Pine, I'd like to buy some more of these potholders,

four of them.

Four?

Oh, Officer, you don't have to.

No, no, it's nothing like that.

My wife loved them. She asked me to buy some more.

- Thank you, Officer. - You're welcome.

- And thank your wife, too. - Okay.

I wonder how Jean got so crazy

about those potholders she hasn't even seen yet.

Telepathy?

- We're on the same wavelength. - I hope so.

I know. Besides, they're darn good potholders,

and a bargain at that price.

Something tells me I know what I'm going to get for Christmas.

One-Adam-12, day watch clear.

One-Adam-12, day watch clear.

How was the day off?

Oh, nothing but rest and relaxation.

Oh, and Jean did love the potholders.

I always said you had a great wife.

Classic rolling stop.

We better pull him over and give him a warning.

- Boy, am I glad to see you officers. - Huh?

Yes, sir, I was on my way to the station,

but now you can save me the trip.

- How's that? - I'll show you.

I have something for you in the trunk.

There you are, Officers. It's all yours.

It's a lid of marijuana.

Well, of course it is. I just paid $12 for it.

You don't understand. I'm a priest.

- A priest. - Yes, I'm Father Meginnis.

- I have my creden... - Just keep your hands where we can see them.

Oh, for the love of Pete, look in my wallet.

Would you take your license out, sir?

- He is a priest. - I told you.

You'll have to excuse us, Father,

but you don't exactly look like a priest.

Oh, of course not. This is my disguise.

Would you mind telling me

what a priest is doing carrying around a lid of marijuana?

I told you, I bought it for you to use as evidence.

As evidence.

Maybe you better start at the beginning, Father.

All right, you see, there's this kid in my parish

who goes to junior high school.

He told me about this creep who's been selling marijuana

to the schoolchildren, 11-year-old kids.

- Can you imagine? - Yes, sir.

Well, I'm going to stop this.

When the boy told me this man was operating

from a small apartment near the school,

I decided to do something about it,

so I put on these old clothes and went there

to see if I could buy some marijuana myself.

- And he sold it to you. - You see it.

He's a very greedy man, and I'm a very good talker.

I believe he got the impression

I needed the marijuana for a party.

Yes, sir. Could you describe him for us?

Describe nothing. I'll show him to you.

- Come on, let's get started. - Wait a minute, father.

We better call the station and ask MacDonald.

You wait here, Father. I'll see what the boss has to say.

- Is that really necessary? - Yes, sir.

We're wasting time. That man may not stay in the apartment.

He may take off or something.

We know, Father. Just take it easy.

This won't take long.

Okay, it's our baby. We'll follow you, Father.

Oh, could I ride with you?

I've never ridden in a police car before.

- Sure thing, Father. - Thank you.

Hop in.

We'll get out here and walk the rest of the way.

Now, remember, Father. You stay well behind us.

This man could be dangerous.

Well, you'll have a lot better case against him

if you catch him in the act of selling the stuff, won't you?

- Yes, sir. - Well, let's do it that way.

You follow and listen.

You again. What now?

Peace. I just want some more grass.

All right.

You smoke kind of fast, don't you?

Cool the nerves, man. My party has grown. That's all.

Got to keep them all happy, don't I?

Huh.

All right, I guess it's cool.

You want another lid?

Right on.

All right, wait here.

This is the very best, my friend.

I should be charging you a lot more than $12 for it.

You're all heart, brother. Here's your bread.

10, 11, 12.

All right, very good. If you need anything else, let me know.

Hold it!

Hey, what is this?

Why, you set me up!

Sorry about that.

It's all right. He swung first.

We'll need your statement. Will you come down to the station?

I'll be glad to.

Thanks a lot, fellas.

Wait a second.

Father.

What was that all about?

I just gave him a warning about those rolling stops.

By the way, Pete, what did you ever do about that headache you had?

You won't believe this,

but I had a date that night,

and the headache kept getting worse.

I tried the cold towels and aspirin, everything.

No good, so I finally gave in.

I soaked a piece of brown paper in vinegar

and put it against my forehead.

Oh, you didn't.

Yes, I did. I was desperate.

You know what happened?

Ten minutes later, the headache was gone.

Just like that.

Really?

All units in the vicinity and One-Adam-12,

A 211 in progress 465 North Main Street.

Oh, not again.

One-Adam-12, handle, code 3.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

He's still inside. I sneaked out back to call.

Hurry, hurry.

I'm sorry, but that's... That's all we've got.

It was a very slow day.

You've got to have more than $18. You got to.

I might have 2 or 3 dollars in my purse.

Oh, no, I couldn't do that.

- It's bad enough for me to take... - Freeze!

Don't shoot! Please, don't shoot!

Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers.

At least it's over, thank God.

I couldn't go through this again,

not with these old ladies.

You won't have the chance.

I'll take him to the car and put out a code 4.

Are you all right?

Yes, thanks to you. Thank you very much.

It was our pleasure.

Watch your head.

This is One-Adam-12.

Show is code 4 at 465 North Main Street.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

All units, code 4, 465 North Main Street.

Suspect in custody.

- Okay? - Yeah, fine.

Uh, what's in the pocket?

Pocket. What are you talking about?

That pocket, what's in it?

- Just some stuff. - Hey, wait.

Like what? Let's see.

Oh, nice.

Just don't say a word, Reed.

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