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

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle, code 3.

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Yeah, this road will take us back to the Valley.

Hey, where was I?

You were telling me about some disaster in your yard.

Yeah, I'm being overrun by a family of gophers.

I've tried everything. Flooding, traps, but nothing works.

Highway flares.

What?

Buy yourself a box of highway flares.

You light them and stick one down every gopher hole.

Sulfur drives them out. They won't come back.

I also have a cure for prickly heats, swollen ankles.

And, if required, you can deliver babies in the back seat of a car.

Right.

One-Adam-12, code 6 on Hillside.

Drive 2 miles south of the intersection of Norman Road.

Investigating abandoned police vehicle.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

This is One-Adam-12 requesting identification

of police vehicle shop number 82261.

One-Adam-12, stand by.

One-Adam-12, the vehicle in question

is 1L25. That unit shows clear.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

1-25, that's Don Moore.

1L25, Roger.

I saw this guy hitchhiking.

When I slowed down he took off over the side of the hill.

I chased him and found him with this.

I should of taken a few minutes and called in my position.

We'll take him in. We're in the watch.

Great, I'll follow you.

By the way you know what you were telling me yesterday about the highway flares?

Yeah, did you try it?

Yeah, last night I had my backyard lit up like a six-car accident.

It worked, right?

You know, it's amazing.

By this morning, they were all gone.

That's one of the stupidest-sounding

but most effective ideas you ever given me.

I'll over look that remark.

Come on, let's go to roll call.

This is Robin, aka Robert Saydo.

Height 5'10". Weight 155.

We have some soft intelligence that leads us to believe

Saydo is a head of a militant left wing group here in the town.

The way we have it he's been stock piling arms and explosives.

Unfortunately, the intelligences too soft to get a warrant

for conspiracy to violate deadly weapons control law.

In the meantime, we have a misdemeanor warrant on him

for inciting a riot at City College.

You've all got your mug shots and descriptions.

And if you see this guy, don't bust him.

Call in and give Mac the scam.

We might want to ride on his tail for a while.

See if he'll lead us to the stash of arms.

That's all I got.

Okay, hit the street.

It's what we need, another bomb thrower.

Maybe we'll get lucky and nail him with the arms.

I doubt it. Even if we turn this joker,

he probably won't go anywhere near them.

Guys like that are spooky.

They get a charge out of having an armory.

It makes them feel important.

Maybe he'll be stupid enough

to go by and take a look at them every now and then.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, meet 1L90 on tact 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

One-Adam-12 to 1L90 go.

Just got a call for you, Malloy.

Fred Tibbles wants you to meet him in the lower level

of the parking complex at 2300 Montclair.

He's there now. He sounds worried.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Who's Tibbles?

One old guy that used to work

as a security guard down at Newton Division.

Pulled me out of a bad scrap a few years back up.

Gun beef with three guys.

Pete, you're looking great.

You, too, Fred.

This is my partner, Jim Reed.

How's he treating you?

Fine, sir. We get along.

Good, that's real good.

What can I do for you, Fred? Just name it. I owe you one.

Oh, no, you don't. That was a long time ago.

We don't bring balances forward.

Not you and me. Never have, never will.

Um, this is kind of private, Pete.

I'll stay here and watch the radio.

I guess you know I've been working down at the harbor.

Yeah, you told me. Security guard on the docks.

Of course it ain't like the old days,

with me pulling rookie cops out of gun fights,

but I like it. The pay is all right,

and I don't have to walk around

as much as I did at the old job.

I just sit outside in this guard house.

It's a lot better on this gimpy old leg of mine.

Look, you got something else on your mind,

why don't you hit it head-on?

I didn't know how tough it'd be to tell you.

Not that you can help me much.

Try me.

Pete, I'm being shook down.

No, no, not the way you think. Not the ordinary shake down,

but it's costing me plenty anyhow.

That's why I asked you to meet me here

in this cloak and dagger kind of place.

I hope I can help you. Why don't you give me the whole picture?

Well, there's a ring of thieves

been covering the wharves pretty good.

They got the whole place cased.

They got guys inside telling them about

the arrival of shipments and all that stuff.

Detectives have been working the docks.

The problem is there's so much activity down there.

It's impossible to stake it out effectively.

We just don't have the man power.

Well, they paint up trucks and make them look like common carriers,

and then they phony up bills of lading.

They drive their truck right down to the pier in mid-day,

load it up with stuff, and take it right on out.

And nobody is the wiser.

How's that affecting you?

Well,

I've been turning my back.

I know when a load of hot stuff goes out,

but I haven't been looking that good,

and I ain't been talking at all.

That doesn't sound like you, Fred.

You know they been leaning on me?

Threaten to burn my house. Beat up on me and the wife.

I don't scare that easy, but I know they would have carried out them threats.

Aah, time works on a man's nerves, Pete.

It's kind of like sand running through one of them hour bottles.

Two, three weeks I've been dummied up.

I don't have any self respect left.

Beginning to be that don't like the sound of my own name.

I'm glad you called, Fred.

With your help, we should be able to close them up.

Don't hate me, Pete, but I can't cooperate.

I've been thinking about it since I called the station

and it ain't all that easy.

Don't hate me, Pete.

I don't hate you. I can understand.

I'd be lying if I didn't tell you I was disappointed.

What can I do?

Stand up to them. Work with me.

We'll give you protection.

You're gonna graft yourself to my tail?

You know what will happen? They'll set up a time and that'll be it.

All you have to do is finger one load.

Tell us when one phony truck is coming off the dock.

That'll crack it wide open.

To that it's just a matter

of cleaning up the details.

We'll pick them all up.

I can't do it.

Pete, don't ask me. I can't.

Why did you call me, Fred? It didn't get us anyplace.

Why, I don't know. I just had to tell you about it.

I thought maybe you could find another way.

You're looking for an easy way out?

Quit.

They won't let me.

As much as I want to, I can't help you till you'll help yourself.

Pete, you don't understand.

I'm 64. One year from retirement.

You know what I think?

I think you wanted to ease your conscious by laying this on me.

You knew when you called that if you didn't cooperate,

there was nothing I could do.

I'm sorry, Fred.

He just...

It's all right. I heard.

It's quite an echo down here.

Let's get out of here.

Seems like an nice old guy.

Hey, mind if we don't go into it?

Hey, about something to eat?

One thing about you, Reed. You're consistent.

What's the trouble, sir?

I've been highjacked.

You want to give your name, please?

Tom Grey.

Nobody has taken anything from me since I was 16.

Find that too hard to believe.

Uh, how did it happen?

Well, I was at this intersection on Dorsing.

Car pulled in behind me and rammed right in the back of the truck.

While I was exchanging licenses

with the clown that hit me,

about ten guys jumped out and put a rag over my nose.

I was out like a light.

Ten guys?

Uh, look, I'm gonna get kidded to death about this anyway.

Can't we say ten guys?

Well, how many did you actually see, Mr. Grey?

Well, there was at least two and the guy who was driving.

What was the truck carrying, Mr. Grey?

Pantyhose.

Whole truckload of pantyhose?

There's nothing wrong with a guy driving

a truckload full of pantyhose.

A load's a load.

Last week I was hauling tractor parts.

Okay, Mr. Grey.

- What happened next? - Well, nothing.

When I came to, I was in the back of the truck.

And was parked was all the way over on this side of town.

The load was gone. I was just crawling out when I spotted you two.

I'll get a team out here.

What time did it happen?

They piled into me about 10:00 this morning.

About three hours ago.

Well, I'll have SID check the truck out for prints.

Sorry it happened, Mr. Grey.

Yeah, well, if anybody cracks wise about it,

they're gonna be picking gravel out of their forehead.

Yeah, I can imagine.

That's the fifth truck with the same MO in three weeks.

Yeah, but why a load of pantyhose?

Though defense. Doesn't make much sense, does it?

No, not a whole lot.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12 meet 1L20.

Crenshaw and Bethel. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

There he is.

I got a call from the station.

That civilian you met this morning called in again.

- Tibbles? - Right.

He wants you to call him at this number before 4:00.

There's a pay phone over there.

I said he seemed like a nice old guy.

Yeah, okay, I got it.

We'll be there.

And, Fred, thanks.

Tibbles have anything?

A load of fur pelts is being stolen off the dock

at 4:30 this afternoon.

The carrier is supposed to be a union trucking van.

Not much time.

Won't be able to get a plain car stake setup that fast.

Well, have to use black and whites and a chopper.

And one other thing, this is the second heist today.

The first one was around 12 noon.

A load of transistor radios and TV sets.

Went off the docks in a Westside van.

That matches up with the time Tom Grey's van was stolen.

Yeah, it also answers the question

why anybody'd want to boost a truckload of pantyhose.

What are you guys talking about?

You know that series of truck highjackings

detectives have been working on?

I think the highjackers are after the trucks themselves.

Not what's in them. Then they use the trucks

to steal valuable cargo off the docks.

That could be.

Well, we got a stake to set up and not much time.

It's about time.

We're right, this operation is a lot bigger

than even Fred Tibbles knows.

Yeah, sure figures that way.

Okay, I think we got our boy.

Union truck is just pulling off Pier 10.

I'll hang back and keep you posted.

Right, Air-10.

Everybody set? One-Adam-12, you tail them two blocks back.

Air-10 will tell you which way to turn.

Roger, L20.

Adam-25, Adam-17, run parallel streets.

Everybody stay out of sight. Let the chopper call the play.

We're gonna follow them to drop before we bust them.

Suspect moving on Ocean Drive.

Tighten up a little, Adam-12.

You're back almost three blocks.

Good, stay about there.

Adam-25, you're just right.

Adam-17, pull up.

Okay, he's turning again. This time he's going left on 3rd.

Everybody turn left and hold positions.

Blue sedan behind us.

Looks like a tail.

Adam-12, you have a blue sedan

moving up fast behind you.

This is One-Adam-12, L-20, we're under fire from the blue sedan.

License 178 Ida Nora Adam.

They got a guy riding shotgun.

Not bad.

This One-Adam-12, we're now in pursuit of blue sedan.

We got backup coming. Stay on tact 2, Adam-12.

Go, Air-10

Roger. Sedan heading east on Over.

Adam-17, intersect on Tremont.

1L20, stay on Ocean. You're headed right for him.

Adam-25, hang on the truck and pull him over. I'm leaving you.

Hold it. Hands on top of your heads and move forward.

It looks like your friend Tibbles turned out just fine.

Yeah, someday when you got a spare hour

I'll tell you a war story

about the shootout he pulled me out of.

Okay.

Those two guys in a blue sedan sure got talkity.

Don't forget the truck driver.

Yep, you know, I hate to admit it,

but you look pretty good on that one.

Well, don't let it ruin your whole day.

What do you got?

Go around the block, Pete.

Oh, come on.

One brilliant piece of police work a day is enough.

No, I'm not kidding, Pete. I think I saw our bomb thrower Robin Saydo.

What do you think?

Maybe, looks pretty good.

I'll tail him on foot. Call it in.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Went into a warehouse up the street.

What did Mac say?

We're back on stakeout.

Two other units are on their way.

Detectives want us to send a DA down here.

We're supposed to sit tight till he arrives.

Sergeant, I'm Paul Ryan, District Attorney's office.

Sorry to take you away from dinner.

Well, that's all right.

I'm Sergeant MacDonald. Officer Malloy.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

Fill me in?

We just located a guy named Robin Saydo.

There's a warrant out on him.

He's in the warehouse around the corner.

Malloy's partner Reed spotted him.

And he's staked out in the front of the building.

Got another unit holding down the back.

There's a high school back there.

- What's the warrant for? - 404.6

Incited a riot at City College.

- Is it authorized for night serves? - Yeah.

Then what's the problem?

Well, we've got some soft intelligence that this guy's a head

of an underground militant group that's been stockpiling arms.

We'd like to get him

on a violation of a deadly weapons control law.

Did you get a good make?

My partner did. It's him, all right.

Well, all I can tell you is you better hope those weapons are inside.

The warrant won't give you probable cause to search that building.

Yeah, it could get close. That's why I called for a DA.

Everything is still cool, Mac.

Reed, this is Paul Ryan.

How do you do, Officer?

Okay, let's do it.

Grand Miller, hold it back. We're going in.

Right, Pete. All quite back here.

Open it up. Police officers.

Let's go.

Robin Saydo?

Yeah, what is it?

You're under arrest for inciting a riot at City College.

You guys made an illegal entry here.

That's something the courts can decide.

Don't do nothing. Stay put.

They can't search the place.

Let's go. Over there, come on.

You, too.

Okay, everybody come on in.

Hands on top of your head.

Big deal, a misdemeanor. I can beat that charge running backwards.

What are you guys waiting for?

Take me downtown or you turn me loose.

It looks like we're out of luck. There's nothing in sight.

Do we search the place anyway?

Hey, what is this?

Let's discuss it, huh?

I assume you were throwing some bait into the water.

This stuff's in here. You saw his face when Malloy mentioned the search.

Does he got a rap sheet?

Yeah, he was picked up a couple years ago

with dynamite caps on him.

Well, if it runs true to form,

he's probably still interested in explosives.

Found this on one of those guys.

- He got it all over his sleeve. - Cosmoline?

Yeah, used to preserve weapons.

What do you think?

Did you say a high school backs into this building?

Yeah, right next door.

I'd go ahead and search.

Got enough probable cause?

Enough to take to court.

From then on, it's up to the judge.

Okay, let's go.

Over here.

You think you got a case?

I don't know. We'll take it a prelim and see.

I hope you can nail him.

Well, don't count me out.

We could get lucky.

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