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

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

♪♪

That guy in the Chevy up ahead keeps checking us out.

Better run him.

Good idea.

This is One-Adam-12

requesting wants and warrants on Ocean Xray Ida 787.

One-Adam-12, stand by.

One-Adam-12, Ocean Xray Ida 787...

No want, no warrants.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

But why is he so spooked?

We have no probable cause to pull him over.

I guess we'll never know.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, see the victim, 484 PS.

Northwest corner Dunkirk and La Brea.

Code 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Why aren't you guys ever around when I need you?

They got my purse.

I had everything in it...

My checkbook, my credit cards, license, everything.

I had to borrow a dime to call you.

All right, calm down and start at the beginning.

What happened?

I just told you. I've been robbed.

And look what they did to my car.

I had just left my apartment to go shopping.

I stopped at the corner for a light.

And the next thing I knew, this truck hits me from behind.

When I got out to see what the damage was,

this creep jumps out and grabs my bag.

Well, what did your bag look like?

It was a white straw bag with brass fittings.

It wasn't a cheap one, either.

Could I have your name and address, please?

Laura Thomas, 14429 Delnar Drive.

You say this happened on the corner of your street?

Mm-hmm, Delnar and Rose.

That's over a mile from here, Miss.

Why didn't you go back to your apartment and call?

Because I tried to follow the truck. That's why.

Some stupid man driver got in the way

and wouldn't let me pass.

They got away.

Can you describe the truck?

A truck.

One of those little ones. Open in the back.

Like that one.

Only it was red.

A pickup truck?

Good name for it the way they picked up my purse.

You didn't happen to see the license plate, did you?

I certainly did.

It was blue and white.

Blue and white?

Sort of a royal blue with white numbers on it.

Well, it would help if you could tell us

what those numbers were, Miss Thomas.

All you have to do is look for a blue and white license plate.

What's so hard about that?

It sounds like a Nevada plate, miss.

There are quite a few around L.A.

On little red trucks?

Can you describe the occupants?

There were two of them... The driver

and the one who jumped out and grabbed my purse.

A dirty-looking thing.

He had hair almost as long as mine.

With one of those Indian headbands.

I think he was about your size, but a lot younger...

25, maybe.

What was he wearing?

I didn't notice

except for that Nazi thing he had on his T-shirt.

A swastika?

Yeah.

I'll get this on the air.

This is partly your fault, you know.

I beg your pardon.

The law says that in case of an accident,

I have to stop, doesn't it?

Even a little one.

Then that makes you partly responsible.

If I didn't stop, they couldn't have robbed me.

Yeah, well, we just try and enforce the laws.

We don't make them. I'll tell you what.

If we turn up anything on your purse,

we'll be in touch.

I won't hold my breath waiting.

Yeah. Would you sign the report, please?

Right there.

Between the crooks and the police,

an honest citizen doesn't have a chance.

Royal blue with white numbers.

She was right about one thing, though.

There can't be too many red pickups around with Nevada plates.

Thought those guys would have brains enough not to use

a vehicle that stood out like a sore thumb.

Spur of the moment job.

Probably they saw an easy touch and took it.

What's funny?

Oh, what you said about sticking out like a sore thumb.

There was a guy over in Wilshire division that kept pulling 211s.

He always wore the same thing,

lime-colored slacks and a zebra-striped jacket.

We picked him up at traffic court

when he was appearing for a citation

in the same outfit,

and he could never understand how we knew it was him.

Trouble?

Oh, no. No, the engine overheated.

I'm just waiting for it to cool off.

Are you a member of an auto club? We could give them a call for you?

Oh, no, that's all right. I'm in no particular hurry.

Besides, I really picked the right spot for it.

You know, last week it happened to me on the freeway.

You ought to have your cooling system checked out.

Maybe you've got a stuck thermostat.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll do that.

About time for 7, isn't it?

7.

What's 7?

Lunch, coffee break, whatever we have time for.

Oh.

Well, thanks a lot for stopping. I really appreciate it.

You bet.

His radiator wasn't even warm.

He was hinky, all right.

This One-Adam-12 requesting wants in DMV

on California license Ocean Nora Ida 431.

One-Adam-12, Ocean Nora Ida 431. Stand by.

One-Adam-12, no want.

Ocean Nora Ida 431, a 1971 Chevrolet sedan

registered to Warren Jarvey,

1862 Dalton Street, L.A.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Jarvey. That name rings a bell,

but I can't tie it to anything.

MO bulletin?

I don't know. Could be.

Let's take a look.

This is One-Adam-12. Show us code 6 at Griffith Park.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

You want me to call for backup?

No, it might spook whoever he's waiting for.

Hold it! Freeze!

Hands on top of your head.

Lousy fink cops.

You said you were going to lunch.

We weren't hungry.

Well, well.

Look at this.

Don't ask me.

I never saw it before.

Treasury boys came by the station.

That was a great bust.

$150,000 in funny money.

And now I don't feel so bad.

That sure looked like the real thing.

You were right about Jarvey. The name anyway.

It's his brother Francis Jarvey.

He's a paper hanger from way back.

Phony payroll checks.

He's got another brother in McNeil doing federal time.

Forged securities.

Sounds like quite a family.

Yeah.

The kind we can do without.

Say, you guys plan on taking the rest of the day off?

What was that you said about a great bust?

Yeah, well, don't let it go to your heads.

Finish your coffee and hit the streets.

What would you do if you had 150,000 in cash, Pete?

I think I'd worry a lot.

You guessed it.

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

a 507 hi-fi. 11150 Gordon Avenue.

Pierre will meet in front of 11144.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

♪♪

Listen to that, officers.

Day and night, it's like that.

I can't take anymore.

Have you asked them to quiet down?

Dozens of times.

They stop for a while. Then they start blasting again.

It's got the missus a nervous wreck. And me, too.

Who lives there?

Jones is the name.

Everett Jones.

Used to be a nice man.

Kept his place up real nice.

That was before his wife passed away about three months ago.

You never saw such a change in a man.

He's like a different person.

You said, "They started blasting."

- Who are they? - The kids.

His children?

No, the Jones never had any children.

Just a bunch of kids.

I don't know where they come from

or anything about them.

But there's a bunch of them.

In and out. Day and night.

Sometimes I wonder how that little house can hold them all.

Well, how old are these kids?

Oh, they're young people. Wrong but young.

You know the kind... Funny clothes, hair,

hard to tell the boys from the girls.

Yes, sir.

Well, we'll see what we can do.

It might be better if you went back in your house, Mr...

Walters. Jason Walters.

I didn't want to call the police.

I always try to get along with my neighbors,

but we just can't take anymore.

Yes, sir, we understand. You want to go back in your house now, please?

Yes. Thank you, officers.

I'd like to speak to Mr. Jones, please.

What do you want?

Are you Mr. Jones?

Yeah, I'm Jones. What do you want?

Well, we'd like to talk to you. Can we come inside?

Not unless you got a warrant, you don't.

What do you want to talk to me about?

Would you step out on the porch please, Mr. Jones?

All right, I'm out. What do you want?

It sounds like quite a party you were having in there.

What business is that of yours?

It isn't as long as it stays in proper bounds.

Meaning what?

Well, the music for one thing, Mr. Jones.

You can hear it halfway down the street.

We had a complaint.

You don't hear it now, do you?

No, sir, and it would help

if you'd ask the kids to hold it down.

Boy, you cops. You just never give up, do you?

All you can think about is pushing young people around.

Well, you're not going to do it this time.

This is my property, my home, and what I do here

is no business of the Los Angeles Gestapo.

That kind of talk doesn't help, Mr. Jones.

Don't you tell me how to talk.

You're a public servant,

and I'm one of the citizens who pays your salary.

We don't want to make a federal case out of this.

We're just asking you to hold the noise down.

All right, you've asked me.

Now, is there anything else?

No, sir, not right now.

Is that supposed to be a threat?

We don't make threats, but sometimes we give advice.

I don't need your advice.

Suit yourself, but if I were you,

I'd make sure none of my guests were under legal age.

All right, boys, you've done your job.

Now, if you don't mind,

I've got more important things to do.

Let's get out of here.

Give us a call if it gets loud again.

Jones kind of got to you, didn't he?

Well, that "I am a citizen" routine

gets a little thick after a while.

They never seem to get it through their heads

that we're citizens, too.

Hey, relax. You look uptight.

Ah, not really.

I was just thinking about what Mr. Walters said about Jones.

You know, the way he was before his wife died

and how something like that can change a person.

His wife gone, no children.

Some people just can't take being along.

You sound like you're sorry for him.

No, just trying to understand him.

Mad doesn't solve anything.

You're something else, Pete.

You can bet those kids are playing him for a sucker.

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

a 415 fight at the drive-in.

Marshall and 5th. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Come on! Break it up!

Let me go or I'll kill him.

All right, now, cool it. It's over.

Okay. All right, but I want that creep arrested.

He jumped me for no reason at all.

All right, now, just calm down and stay put.

What's this all about?

What's it always about?

Big mouth comes looking for trouble

and starts to scream when he gets it.

I'll show you who's a big mouth, wise guy!

I'll tear your head off!

All right, come on. Keep quiet.

Now, I don't want to have to tell you again.

Now, give me your driver's license.

For what?

Just give it to me. Hmm?

All right, now, just stay here and keep quiet. You understand?

I'm an actor. Westerns mostly. I always play the bad guy.

Ron McKee, isn't it?

Yeah, I'm surprised you know it.

Even though I've been around for a long time,

people recognize the face,

but they can't put a handle on it.

How did the fight get started?

Well, I was having a burger and a malt.

This joker drives in and parks next to me.

Male Caucasian, brown and brown,

6 foot 5, 220 pounds.

DOB 9/11/31.

One-Adam-12, Roger. Stand by.

Then he starts making wisecracks to the waitress

talking just loud enough so I'd be sure to hear.

Why don't you ask her? She'll tell you.

Right now I'm asking you. What kind of wisecracks?

The usual stuff.

Big, bad man of the movies.

Probably a phony. Pansy, you know.

Restricted 840 PC.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Thank you.

Well, I tried to ignore him,

and that's when he started bugging me.

I asked her to take my tray so I could get out of here.

Then he came over to my car and asked me for my autograph.

Real salty.

And I told him to go somewhere and grow up.

That's when he tipped the tray in my lap.

Pete?

Excuse me.

Well, it's about time.

I want that guy arrested. You understand?

On what grounds?

He assaulted me. Assault and battery.

Did you spill that tray into his lap?

It was an accident.

It still don't give him no right to start swinging, does it?

I'm going to sue that bum.

I'm going to sue him for every nickel he's got.

The waitress said McKee didn't hit you.

I don't think you've got much of a case.

I see. What did he do?

Promise you guys a pass to a movie studio or something?

Listen. I know my rights.

Glad to hear it.

Turn around and put your hands behind you back. You're under arrest.

Traffic warrants.

The bail's fixed at $385. Now turn around.

Let's go.

Hey, what's going on?

Traffic warrants. A word of advice,

next time try and walk away.

I tried to this time.

Some people just won't let you.

Yeah, tell me about it.

What do you say we roll by Jones' house before we hit the barn?

Okay, but if he's having another party,

it's your turn to go to the door.

California plate.

It won't hurt to take a look.

Call a backup unit and cover the front.

Okay.

This is One-Adam-12 requesting a backup unit

at 11150 Gordon Avenue.

Possible 484 suspects at this address.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

One-Adam-59, One-Adam-59, back up One-Adam-12.

11150 Gordon Avenue. Possible 484 suspects.

Take anything you want, Ray,

but please don't hurt anybody.

Dummy up, Grandpa.

Get the TV set, Joy. Hurry it up.

All right, you guys cover the front.

Okay, Grandpa. I know you got some bread

around here somewhere. Let's have it.

One of them is coming out.

60 bucks? Come on, Grandpa. Where is the rest of it?

There isn't any more, Ray. Believe me.

Not until my next insurance check comes.

Don't try to con me, Grandpa. The word is out.

If you need a place to crash, see Jonesy.

If you need some dough, ask Jonesy.

You're a big man with the kids, Jonesy.

A big man like you has got to have more than 60 bucks.

But I swear I don't have anymore.

Why would you want to rob me?

I'm just trying to be your friend.

You are about two seconds away

from a big hole in your stomach.

I got in fair and square!

Thank God you got here when you did, Officer.

He might have killed us.

Not with this.

No shells.

How did they get in here?

Just knocked on the door.

I try to make everybody welcome.

Even the Los Angeles Police Department?

I'll get the book.

I'm sorry about that, Officer.

I didn't really mean it.

It was a stupid thing to say. I apologize.

Well, you don't have to apologize, Mr. Jones,

but we'd appreciate it if in the future

you were a little more careful

about who you made welcome in your house.

All right, kids. Party's over.

Everybody, go home.

Come on.

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