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

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

♪♪

Briggman, Peters,

you'll work X-ray-9 today.

Malloy?

Yeah?

- Reed? - Here.

Adam-12.

And we have a new man on board today. McCall.

Art McCall?

Here.

I'm here, Sarge.

The reason I'm late, I've been trying to figure out

how to put on this newfangled belt.

I never saw anything like it.

Whoever heard of a belt without a buckle?

Okay, let's hit the street.

Who's he?

Art McCall.

One of the best policemen that every walked a beat.

He's a legend.

How is it I never heard of him?

He died eight years ago saving Ben Powers's life.

Where's Art?

He's getting his gear checked out

and a run-down on proper procedures at the desk.

- That'll confuse him. - Yeah.

Just so I don't have to spend the rest of the day

wondering what you meant in roll-call,

how about filling me in?

You mean about McCall?

Yeah.

It's exactly what I said.

He kept Ben Powers from getting killed eight years ago

and died doing it.

Yeah, sure, he did.

He was dead for three minutes.

Doc Lindsley brought him back

by giving him open-heart massage.

For a while, a lot of people thought

he would've been better off dead.

They said he'd be a vegetable.

He proved them wrong. He recovered.

Not enough to come back on the job,

so a year later, they retired him with a disability pension.

What got him there?

Three well-placed .38 slugs.

Yeah, I think you told me about it when I first came on.

Weren't you and Powers probationers then?

Fresh out of the academy.

Green as shamrocks and didn't want it to show.

Yeah, I remember now.

My first object lesson.

Always let your partner know what you're doing.

Exactly.

If Powers hadn't walked off thinking he was a big shot

trying to capture a plain drunk all by himself,

McCall wouldn't have ended up a disability case.

Well, turned out to be an escape he didn't make.

While Powers was reaching for his official officer's notebook,

the suspect put a gun in his stomach.

And he walked him to an out-of-the-way parking lot.

He was just about ready to pull the trigger

when McCall had to bail him out by distracting him.

And McCall caught three doing it?

It was Powers' fault, green or not,

but you know, Art never let him take any heat for it.

I never forgot that.

He was a cop I really looked up to.

Well, I learned the easy way.

It's funny. When Art got his walking papers,

he told me he'd be back.

I guess it was his love for the job

that kept him hammering at the pension commission for eight years.

Doctors finally gave the pension board the green light.

Hey, you guys think I got lost?

I almost did.

Look at all this.

It's no wonder crime's going up.

It takes half a day to get all your junk together.

Well, dump it all in the back seat.

We'll see if we can dig you up a briefcase.

How about a steamer trunk?

Here, you two take good care of Art now.

He'll be riding with you as a third man

for a deployment period or so.

Hey, two stripes and a star. What's that mean, Pete?

You the chief training officer?

Just another one of those changes.

Well, I've had six years' experience.

Now all Pete has to do is explain this fancy new equipment,

and I'm ready to roll.

Well, that's not quite all.

There have been a few other changes in the last eight years.

Yeah, well, I bet street police work is the same as it always was...

The good guys and the bad guys.

You won't have to teach me there.

Any unit in the vicinity,

identifying handle. Man assaulting a woman.

207 Redman Street.

One-Adam-12 p.m. watch clear,

and we'll handle 207 Redman Street.

Let's go.

One-Adam-12, Roger. Handle code 2.

Did you call us, ma'am?

Yes, I did. It's my first call to the police

since I left Oregon two years ago,

but now I don't suppose it'll be my last.

Shirley Young, that's my married name.

I'm female, Caucasian,

26 years old, divorced, no children.

Those are the answers to the questions

the Oregon police always asked.

You want more? Okay.

Frank Young, my ex-husband,

31, 6 foot, 170 pounds,

has a 3-inch scar on his left cheek,

and he lives at this address.

This is what he looks like.

I want him picked up.

I want him locked up. I want him put away.

I just want him to leave me alone.

I'm sorry.

I just need help. I can't go through this again.

I can't.

Well, maybe we can help. Just tell us what's happened.

I didn't mean to sound smart.

It's just that I've been through this so many times.

I thought it was finally over two years ago,

and now he's back.

Six years ago I married Frank, and six years ago I found out

what a mean, ugly, mentally-disturbed man he is.

I tried everything... Patience, love, understanding,

doctors, institutions, everything.

He didn't change.

Change from what, ma'am? What did he do?

It's what he's about to do that I'm afraid of.

Frank has some kind of wild fixation about me.

He's insanely jealous.

Battery's a crime in this state.

If he hits you, we can get a warrant and arrest him.

They did the same thing in Oregon.

It didn't do any good.

A few days in jail and he'd always be back.

Finally divorced him.

And that didn't help?

About a month after the divorce, Frank tried to kill me

by forcing my car off a canyon road.

He was sent to the Oregon State Penitentiary for two years.

After I recovered, I moved here to Los Angeles.

When was he released?

Last week.

He turned up here today.

Now, it's started over again.

When he was here today, what did he do?

Did he hit you?

No, but he has a gun.

Did you see the gun?

No, but I know it was there under his coat.

Yes, ma'am, but did you see it?

No, but he has one. Believe me.

Well, how do you know that?

Oh, the way he talked, and he kept touching his coat,

saying that if he couldn't have me, then no one should.

Well, Mrs. Young, there's not much we can do

unless he's committed some kind of a crime.

Now, did Frank do anything today besides talk to you?

You know, force his way into the house

or try to hit you?

No. No, he didn't.

Just talk.

Talk that's going to drive me crazy until the next time.

And then maybe it won't be talk.

That's why I need your help, Officer. Now.

You'll get our help, ma'am. We'll see to it...

We'll see to it that there's an extra patrol around your house.

Besides that, there's not much we can do now.

What you're saying is

that you're no different than the Oregon police.

I got the same kind of answers from them.

It's the only answer we can give, ma'am.

We can't pick him up

if we don't have any legal grounds to arrest him.

So all we do is tell her to see an attorney,

try to get a restraining order,

and we'll give her some extra patrol.

That's not much.

I say, "Let's go have a chat with Frank."

You got his address.

What are we going to chat about? The weather?

Aw, come on. He's an ex-con. Good chance he has a gun.

We drop by his pad. Turn a gun. He hits the slammer.

There's no PC, Art.

We move like that searching his house,

we may wind up in the slammer for violating his civil rights.

You're kidding?

No, he's not kidding.

I still say we owe it to the lady.

Art, you're getting your loyalties mixed up.

Now, what's that supposed to mean?

Art, there's no point in arguing.

Take my word for it, Art. The law has changed.

Search and seizure has a whole new interpretation.

Give it some time.

Yeah, sure. Okay.

I didn't mean to raise my voice.

It's okay. Forget it.

All units in the vicinity

and One-Adam-12.

One-Adam-12, a 459 silent at the warehouse,

417 Commerce Street. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Maybe this is our break.

I hope so.

Fill me in.

A gang of juvie burglars

has been knocking us dead in the warehouse district.

Well, now, looks like

we're going to get down to some righteous police work.

The kid parked in the alley.

Okay, boys, hold it right there.

Let's have it.

Come on, son. Give it up.

Don't get yourself in any deeper.

Turn around and put your hands on top of your head.

Okay, now I'm going to tell you about your rights.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say,

can and will be used against you in a court of law.

Slide over.

Name's Corky Nelson.

He's been planning all these jobs.

Haven't you, son?

I don't want you fellows talking to each other.

You sit there like good boys.

I think you hit it on the nose.

This was the big break you were looking for.

Not a bad afternoon's work.

Three good burglars wrapped up.

If we can tie Nelson in on the job.

Being a lookout and proving burglary

are two different things.

We can do better than that.

Not only did my young friend cop to this one,

but nine others.

Officer McCall, you're right back in the swing.

I haven't lost the touch, Officer Malloy.

Skillful interrogation, the key to all good police work.

I think I taught you that once.

Maybe we could both use a refresher course.

Getting some of these kids to say two words takes a master.

Technique, my boy. Technique.

A little officious smile, a touch of child psychology,

and pop the questions.

They can't help but talk.

Yeah, well, I understand all that.

My problem is they usually turn off

the second I read them their rights.

Hope to shout.

That's like breaking for a commercial

in the middle of a love scene.

You didn't give Nelson his rights?

Of course not.

I had him cold turkey. The time was right.

Why blow it with all that legal hogwash?

Because the law says so.

"You have the right to remain silent.

"If you give up the right to remain silent,

"anything you say can and will

"be used against you in a court of law."

Pete?

I think it's more than just bringing him along slow.

I think you have to come on strong with him.

He's fouled up almost every day for the past week.

He's learning. Give him some time.

He's got a lot of new things to get a hold of.

Oh, I'm not talking about procedures or the technical parts.

I'm talking about his attitude.

He's just not buying the way things are today.

Look at the results.

Corky Nelson is back on the street,

probably capering again,

and the way he handled that show-up the other day.

Leading the witness right up to the suspect.

We won't even get that one into court.

He's blowing good cases

just because he thinks the old way's the only way.

You're right. I agree with everything you're saying.

Then, will you talk to him?

Yeah, I'll talk to him.

Do me a favor. Ease up.

McCall was a top policeman once.

He's trying to make it in a whole new environment.

I think he'll come through if we give him a chance.

Okay.

I sure have a lot of tolerance for you.

Oh, glad to hear you say that, partner.

After all the trouble I went to breaking you in.

And my brother told me I was crazy to come back on the job.

Finally when they made the decision

and turned the insurance business over to him,

he didn't argue too hard.

Sounds like he had a pretty good thing going.

Oh, he made a good living,

but it bored the pants off me.

I could never get my mind off the police department.

I guess you might say it's my first love.

Now that you've been back for a while, what do you think?

Uh, it's been a little different, all right,

but I made up my mind to follow the leader

and do things the right way,

even though I don't necessarily agree

it's always really the best way.

That's a start.

Let's say we check out Shirley Young's house.

That's the best ticket I've seen since I've been back.

Except we don't write him.

If everything checks out, he gets a warning.

You're kidding.

That's the policy.

I'll see what he has to say.

What does he mean, the policy?

Oh, the guy violated our right-of-way.

If it had been somebody else's, he'd get a citation.

So we're open game for every lousy driver on the road?

Uh, it's not quite that bad.

The department doesn't want us writing this guy

because they're afraid it might look like

a personal issue in court.

It makes sense.

Well, like I said,

I don't necessarily agree with the right way,

but if that's it, that's it.

You're learning.

Hold it, Mister.

Hands behind your head.

Who are you picking on?

Hands behind your head.

What's he got?

I don't know.

Gentlemen, a little observation police work.

Two blocks from his ex-wife's house,

and a gun in his waistband,

I give you Mr. Frank Young.

That's him, all right.

It's him, all right. It's him, all right.

Hey, yeah, man, it's me. So what?

Oh, man, you're nowheres. You got nothing on me.

Only an ex-con with a gun, friend.

That's a felony in this state. Come on.

Well, now that pretty little lady won't have to worry anymore.

Yeah, well, Art, did you bother to talk to him just a little

before you searched him?

Oh, no need to. He matched perfect.

I figured the best thing to do

was to find out if he had a gun, which he did.

5 to 1, you just blew another one for us.

Well, where were you, Malloy,

when Art was shaking Young down?

I was warning a traffic violator.

Listen, what's going on around here?

Why don't we just book this guy?

He's an ex-con with a gun.

That automatically bounces him back into the joint.

Now he's guilty. Doesn't that count anymore?

He's also entitled to the protection of the law,

and since we're supposed to enforce it,

I think we should uphold it as well.

I got to kick him loose, Pete.

Yeah, I know.

Good afternoon.

Still giving me that extra patrol?

I don't blame you for being upset, Mrs. Young.

We're sorry we couldn't hold on to Frank.

Sorry doesn't help much, does it?

No, it doesn't, but that's all we can say.

Okay.

I accept your apology.

Are you still going to keep an eye on the house?

All we can.

How have things been?

As far as Frank's concerned, okay, I guess.

I haven't seen or heard from him

since you picked him up.

We're glad to hear that.

Mrs. Young, I want to tell you personally how sorry I am.

Forget it.

I just get upset worrying about what he might do.

Well, if there's anything more we can do, just call.

I mean it.

Things got loused up because of me.

I'd like to make up for it.

Thank you.

Listen, I have to get to the store.

Yeah, sure.

I sure wish there were something more we could do.

Sounds like you had a change of heart

about Mac turning Frank Young loose.

I'm trying, Reed. I'm trying.

I'll get an ambulance and detectives rolling.

And the bomb squad.

How's the girl, Sarge?

She's still on the critical list,

but she seems to be improving.

Adam-14 turned a neighbor

or saw a man dressed as a gas station attendant

working under the hood of Mrs. Young's car.

We showed the neighbor some pictures,

and he picked out Frank Young.

We got a positive I.D.

Can we take him?

We'll leave the cars here and go on foot.

Malloy, Reed, take the front.

McCall, you cover the back.

Oh, I'd like to go in with them, Mac.

I owe it to the girl.

You'll take the back, Art.

This is a police operation, nothing more, nothing less.

Yeah, he's in there, all right. He's packing his suitcase.

Police officers. Open up.

He's splitting!

Art, he's coming around the side!

Come on, you creep.

Fine. Fine.

All right, you lousy...

Put the cuffs on him, Art.

It's all over.

How's it going?

You know, I wanted to kill him, Pete.

I wanted to beat him to a pulp.

Yeah.

Well, the important thing is that didn't happen.

I don't know.

Things just aren't the same.

The job isn't what I'd expected.

Maybe it'd have been different

if Mac hadn't let Frank go the first time.

Well, you can't hang it on Mac.

You blew that one. You have to accept the responsibility.

Then that girl's in the hospital because of me.

Well, it might have happened anyway,

but the fact is,

if you had done things according to legal procedures,

Frank Young would probably be in jail

and Shirley Young wouldn't be in the hospital.

You're not pulling your punches, are you, Pete?

Well, would you want me to?

Of course not.

It's just hard to realize how different things are.

Eight years is a long time.

And maybe you're just not cut out for the job anymore, Art.

Look, people have to grow with change.

You just weren't around to do it.

But I tried, Pete. Believe me. I tried to change.

Yeah, I know. It's just not working.

Look, I've been talking you up with the guys

and trying to bring you along.

I can't do that anymore.

I'm out-of-step that far?

Art, you were a pro once, but not today.

You're wrong,

and I wouldn't be your friend if I didn't tell you.

But I can change, Pete. I know I can.

Yeah, well, what happens in the meantime?

A few more burglaries we could've prevented?

Another injured girl?

And I just can't catch up, is that it?

Art, you tried.

Now, look, we have rookies that fail every day.

You know that.

Now, you made it once. One of the best in the city.

Don't throw that away.

Hang on to your pride and your dignity

and the reputation you had eight years ago.

Art, you were a great cop.

That's the way I'd like to remember you.

But how, Pete? What should I do?

Have you been happy since you came back on?

No.

I've never been more miserable in my life.

You answered your own question.

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