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

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle, code 3.

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Freeze, Mister!

Don't shoot! I'm the owner!

Anybody else in there?

You mean the stick-up man?

He left 15 minutes ago.

It's 4.

He's gone 15 minutes and you hit the silent alarm?

Well, I figures it would be quicker than the phone.

Look, he had me lock up in the john.

I had to break the door down to get out.

Can you give us a description of the man, Mr. Williams?

He's colored.

What color?

He was black.

There all kinds of black guys, Mr. Williams.

Now, what did he look like?

Young, dirty, had one of them bushy haircuts.

A natural.

A what?

A natural.

Yeah.

I guess that's what they call it.

Tall, short, fat, thin? Describe him.

He's about his height.

He was wearing gray slacks with a blue jacket.

He had on glasses... Dark ones, big ones.

Wearing gloves.

Any vehicle?

Beats me. I've been inside doing the books.

I heard the noise, I turn around and look, and he's standing there.

He's got this canon pointed right at my nose.

What kind of a gun was it?

Look like a GI-45.

Oh, he tried to get me to open the floor safe.

I told him I only worked here.

Just the boss has got the combination.

And he bought it.

It's a good thing.

Otherwise, I could of been out maybe another $600.

How much did he get?

Maybe $80 out of my wallet

and another 50 or so out of the cash drawer.

I'll get this on the air.

This is the third time

I've been robbed this year, officer.

Now, when are you people gonna start doing something about it?

We're trying, Mr. Williams.

Suspect 11 is possession of $130 in currency.

He's armed with a large caliber automatic.

Possibly a .45. Left in an unknown direction. No vehicle seen or heard.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

All units, a 211 occurred 20 minutes ago.

908 South Wallace Street.

Suspect is described as a male...

Well, I'll tell you one thing, officer.

People are getting fed up.

From now on, I'm bringing my gun with me.

I'd think twice about that if I were you, Mr. Williams.

You want to sign this?

Well, you're not me!

You're not the ones getting robbed. I am.

The next punk that steps through that door

with a gun in his hand is gonna get shot.

We'll be in touch with you, Mr. Williams.

Must be a slow day for news.

One-Adam-12, clear.

One-Adam-12, clear.

Hi.

Why don't we get out of the middle of the street?

Oh, sure, sure.

What's the trouble?

I'm probably wasting my time.

There's a chance I'll save some other poor sucker 20 bucks.

What happened?

Now, look, I'm not making a formal complaint, you understand?

It has already cost me more than it's worth in time and money.

May I see your driver's license, please?

Yeah, sure.

Name's Paul Soren.

I'm down here for a couple of days on business.

San Francisco. Is this your current address, Mr. Soren?

Yeah, yeah, that's it.

Like I said I'm just down here for a couple of days.

The car's a rental.

Excuse me, what is he doing?

I told you I don't want to make a federal case out of this.

It's a field interview card, Mr. Soren.

Just routine.

You mentioned something about $20, Mr. Soren?

Yeah. My own fault, I guess.

I should have known better than to be Mr. Nice Guy.

Big hearted.

So far you haven't told us anything. What happened?

Oh, I got clipped, that's what.

I picked up a hitchhiker down there about 2 miles

by the shopping center.

Wilshire Boulevard and Fountain?

Yeah, I guess that's it.

It's funny. She seemed like a real nice kid at first.

Hey, wait a minute. Don't get the wrong idea.

I'm not one of these weirdoes.

I just wanted to give her a lift, that's all.

Go on.

Well, she seemed like a typical teenager.

You know, jeans with flowers and things painted on them.

She's wearing one of these funny-looking purple fringed leather vest.

Nice-looking kid.

We started talking. She said where am I from?

Am I married? Kids?

You know, the usual small talk?

Said her name was Jo. That's probably short for something else.

Anyway, uh, I asked her

where she wanted me to drop her off.

She said anywhere as long as I give her 20 bucks first.

I thought she was putting me on.

She wasn't.

She said either I give her the 20,

or she'd start screaming her head off

that I tried to molest her.

I told her nobody would believe her.

It'd be my word against hers.

She said it would cost me

a lot more than the 20 to try to prove it.

Oh, what could I do? And please don't tell me

I should have thought of that before I picked her up.

All right, we won't.

Can you give us any more of a description of the girl?

Oh, can I.

I don't think I'll ever forget that little con artist.

She's about 17. Long blonde hair.

Her eyes are blue or greenish.

Cute face.

Hey, this isn't gonna hang me up, is it?

I have to be out of here by tomorrow.

Well, we can't force you

to sign a formal complaint, Mr. Soren.

But like you said, when you stopped us it could

save somebody an awful lot of trouble.

Boy, they sure learn young these days, don't they?

Some do, and some don't.

Oh, yeah, I think I get the message, Officer.

Soren was lucky. He got off cheap.

Awful free with his money, aren't you?

It's 100 to 1 she was bluffing.

But if she wasn't and started to scream,

he could have big trouble,

particularly if she was a juvenile.

5-18, 5-18...

South Pastom.

Why don't we go around and call it a day?

Willie.

We better pick him up before he walks under a truck.

Hop on the sidewalk, Willie.

Come on, Willie. Out of the street.

What do you got there, Willie?

Oh, just a little wine, that's all.

Imported champagne.

Where'd you get it?

Come on, fellas, give me a break.

I didn't steal it.

I found it.

That doesn't sound too probable, Willie.

This stuff's expensive.

Well, if you don't think that sounds right,

wait'll I tell you about the pink elephant I saw.

Some other time.

What day is it?

Saturday.

Now that could explain it.

We've been saucing that stuff since Tuesday night.

I ain't ever seen a pink elephant before.

Come on, Willie, where did you get the champagne?

Well, me and a couple of guys found it in

one of them condemned buildings down on 1st Street.

There must be 50 bottles we ain't killed yet.

I never would come out of there,

but I hadn't seen the sunlight in five days.

I no sooner get out of there,

and I see the elephant.

Say, if you guys will follow me,

I'll show you where that elephant lives.

Then I'll know it ain't the sauce.

I'll tell you what, Willie?

We'll come with you and take a look at your elephant

if you'll show us where you found the champagne.

You got a deal.

Right around there.

I don't believe it.

Do you guys see the elephant?

Yeah, a pink elephant.

Well, what do you know? He's really there.

Come on, Willie, let's go see about your friends.

Oh, yeah.

Cross the street, Jim.

What do you think?

Expect for the vest, she fits the description.

So do half the kids in the city.

Pretty sure of herself isn't she?

At that age, who isn't?

We'll swing around the block, talk to her.

If that was our girl,

looks like she got herself another $20 ride.

She can almost be anywhere by now.

Wrong, partner. Jackpot.

One-Adam-12, code 6 at Van Arden and Belmont.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Help me! He's trying to attack me! Make him let me go!

That's a lie, Officer.

All right, let her go, Mister.

You degenerate.

Officer, I want him arrested.

A girl isn't safe anymore with creeps like him running around.

Calm down, Miss.

All right, Miss. You first, what happened?

He tried to attack me. That's what happened.

She's a little liar, officer, and I can prove it.

You'll have your chance, sir. Right now I want to hear what she has to say.

I was hitchhiking, and he gave me a lift.

As soon as I got in the car, he started talking dirty.

I told him I wasn't that kind of a girl.

I asked him to let me out of the car, and he wouldn't.

Said he was gonna take me up to the canyon.

What's your name, Miss?

Carol, Carol Walker.

That isn't what she told me before.

You have some identification?

Yes, my student ID card.

Carol Walker.

When she got in the car she told me her name was Jo.

He's a liar.

A dirty old liar.

All right, you want to step over here with me.

He ought to be behind bars.

May I see your license please, sir?

Mr. Johnson, what's your version?

Well, she demanded that I give her money.

$20. I refused.

And she said if I didn't,

she say that I tried to get fresh with her

and she call the police on me.

I told her she didn't have to call the police,

that I'd drive her to the nearest police station.

That's when she changed her tune

and said she was only kidding.

I can prove everything I say, Officer.

You were alone in the car with her, right?

Yeah.

I'm afraid it's just your word against hers.

You know I told you I had proof?

Let me get my attache case from the front of the car, and I'll show you.

It's right there in the front seat.

I'll get it.

That's a voice-activated tape recorder.

I use it in my work. I'm employed by a survey company.

I find the tape more convenient than taking notes.

You start the machine by pressing this little button right next to the handle.

And you had this on while she was in the car?

You bet. You want me to play it back for you?

We better do that, but why don't you pull

your car around the corner and lock it?

We'll take you down to the station.

You can play it for the detectives.

Get in the car, Miss.

Aren't you gonna arrest him?

Get in the car, please.

This isn't right.

Neither is extortion.

$260 in her purse.

- She had a good thing going for her while it lasted. - Yeah.

It's hard to believe she's 24. She didn't look a day over 17.

We're lucky we ran into that guy from San Francisco.

Not that many good Samaritans left.

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

a 211 in progress.

908 South Wallace Street, the service station.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

They caught Williams again.

I figured.

Oh, you guys are a big help.

He's probably halfway back to Watts by now.

It was the same guy who got me yesterday.

Only he cleaned out the floor safe this time.

Oh, and he got my gun, too.

Are you sure it was the same man?

Of course I'm sure.

He even told me that he saw me

on the television news last night.

That's how he knew I was the owner.

He even hit me up against the side of my head with my own gun.

Said he was gonna blow my honky head off

if I didn't open the safe for him.

Clean me out almost $900.

Well, what was he wearing this time?

Same outfit.

Kind of money he's getting you'd think he could afford a change.

Can you tell us anything else that might help us?

Yeah, I got a look at his car this time.

He had it parked around the side over here.

It was one of those red sport jobs.

Uh, foreign make.

Lit out of here like his tail was on fire.

- Which direction? - South.

Did you get a look at the license number?

Are you kidding?

The way my head was spinning, I was lucky I can see the car.

Okay.

Would you move these people out of here?

Suspect is described as a male Negro,

25 to 30, 6'2", medium build, blue jacket and gray trousers.

Suspect last seen heading south on Wallace Street.

Vehicle used was a red sports car, unknown year or make.

Tell you one thing.

That guy was high on something, and I don't mean booze.

What makes you think so?

I don't think it. I know it.

Look at this.

Put that thing down right now.

But it scared you, right?

It's a toy.

The guy stuck me up with a toy gun.

I'll tell you, if I've known that,

I'd have blown his head off.

Said he took you gun, what kind was it?

357 Magnum. Cost me a 150 bucks.

Had it in the desk drawer.

How did he get the drop on you?

Same way as he did yesterday.

Waited till I got in the office.

Stepped through the door.

Said I was dead if I so much as blinked.

He knew about the gun.

Yeah, so did everybody else

that watched the news on that channel last night.

Well, I'll tell you what we need in this country

is a little old-fashioned lynch law.

It's the only way you're gonna stop these people.

You cops can't do it.

It's a toy gun.

Every time I think about it, I get sick.

Don't let it bother you.

He's got a real one now.

All units and all frequencies, stand by.

One-Mary-82 is in pursuit.

One-Mary-82, your location?

South bound on Sepulveda. Approaching Vermont.

We can intercept at Hoover.

One-Mary-82,

what's the vehicle wanted for?

Traffic violation. Vehicle is a red sports car.

One occupant... male, Negro.

Must be 5,000 red sport cars in L.A.

At least.

One-Mary-82, your location?

Still south bound on Sepulveda.

Approaching Hope. Turning west on Maple.

Suspect vehicle jump.

One-Mary-82, come in.

One-Mary-82, come in.

Any available unit, identify and handle.

Officer needs help on Maple, west of Sepulveda.

Grab it.

One-Adam-12, will handle.

One-Adam-12, Roger. Handle Code 3

One-Adam-12, requesting an ambulance

on Maple, west of Sepulveda.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Guy must be a kook.

Opened up on me and went over the fence.

Is it bad?

Doesn't feel good, Pete.

There was want put out on that car, Jerry.

He's a 211 suspect.

I didn't hear it.

I was code 7 just before I spotted him.

Take it easy. Ambulance is on the way.

Well, I got a shot at him. Guess I missed.

Watch yourself.

He's gun happy.

Cover the back and the east side.

Pete, over here.

Jim, are you all right?

Yeah, he's in the shack.

Give it up, fella! There's no way out!

Don't shoot no more. I'm out of bullets.

Don't shoot.

All right, throw the gun out.

Now, you, Mister. Hands high.

Okay, okay, I'm coming. Just don't shoot no more.

Turn around, hands on your head.

Come on.

Pete.

Had you fooled. You thought it was some nigger pulling them jobs.

It's strange you held up William's gas station.

You two have so much in common.

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