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

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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Adam 12 to 14. They're going in.

14, Roger. How does it look?

Looks like T.J. got bad information.

Adam 12 to 14. All quiet.

Just don't want to get caught short.

Yeah.

Adam 12 to 14. They're coming out.

Nothing shaking on the street.

Tear gas.

Adam 12 to 14.

211 in progress. They're using tear gas.

I couldn't see! My eyes are burning up!

Get back behind the police car!

Nothing.

We better fill Mac in.

Yeah. On what?

Hold them open like this, Mr. Mosley.

It'll go away in a minute.

Uh... Like I...

Uh, like I said,

zingo... the gas hit,

and somebody punched me in the bread basket.

And the money come away from my hands,

and then... nothing.

Well, how much did they get?

10,000 in 10s and 20s.

Any serial numbers?

Yeah. There were record sheets,

but they were in the money bags.

1L20, 1L20, come in.

Is there anything else you can tell me?

Nothing. I did the best I could.

But when you can't see, there's not much you can do.

1L20, Roger.

There's nothing else to go on.

That was the lieutenant.

Yeah?

He's having a hard time trying to figure out

how a 211 went down in broad daylight,

the suspects made a clean sweep

without being seen

when we had both ends of the street staked.

Yeah, well, I'm having that same problem myself.

You know, there's one difference.

He's at the station, and you were here.

That puts that hat on you.

So far I don't see how it's going to come off.

Anything else from the guards?

No, nothing. Gas got to both of them

before they knew what happened.

.30 caliber?

There are four more of them over by the truck.

This informant of yours, T.J.,

how much did he give you?

Just that he heard

an armored car heist was going down today

at Mercantile Savings and Loan. That's it.

That's it? Didn't you question him a little?

We didn't have a chance to talk to him.

I told the lieutenant.

He left a message for us at the desk.

You better dig him up and get some more.

Four armored car jobs in a month.

The heat was bad enough without blowing a stakeout.

We'll try to find him.

Yeah, well, don't try. Just do it.

Maybe it'll bail you out with the lieutenant.

We're not looking too good.

A 211 goes down right in front of us,

and we can't tell them a thing.

Yeah. I should have believed my horoscope this morning.

What did it say?

"Beware of fortuitous situations.

They could bring trouble and disappointment."

Ha. Right on the nose, wasn't it?

Well, not quite.

I'm disappointed, but we're not really in trouble yet.

Give it time. We might make it yet.

Kind of feels that way, doesn't it?

I hope T.J. can give us some help.

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

See the woman. Unknown trouble.

At the bus depot. Irvine near Kraft. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Looks like T.J.'s going to have to wait.

Calm down, lady. The cops are here now.

It's a rattlesnake.

What's a r... What's a rattlesnake?

In my bag, right there.

How do you know? Have you seen it?

You don't have to see it. You can hear it.

You're doing fine.

Oh, thanks.

I think you better stand back.

I don't want to see you get bitten.

How'd it get in here?

Well, I was visiting my sister in Phoenix.

I... I guess it crawled in while I was packing.

Uh, look, you got a long pole or something?

Better stand back.

This ought to work.

Mmm.

Thank you. I...

I don't know what to say.

That's okay.

Had us all fooled.

You okay?

Yeah.

Good.

How are you going to write it up?

You tell me. You're the hero who had his baton out.

Let's go see if we can find T.J.

I know what the sign says, Mister,

but you can count your teeth in them shoes.

Aw, come on. I got a wife and ten kids.

Thank you, kind sir.

My children will remember you in their prayers.

Since when did you acquire a family, T.J.?

How you doing? I was worried.

Anybody get hurt?

Our reputation could use a little patching up.

Well, uh...

Step right up, Officer.

The best shine in town.

Right there.

Ah.

Uh, I figured you guys got my message.

What happened, though?

I... I heard the bandits got away.

Disappeared is a better way of putting it.

We need a little more information, T.J.

I swear, Pete, I told the cop behind the desk

everything I know.

I wouldn't scam you.

You guys been too good to me.

Who told you about them?

Nobody. I heard, that's all.

- In a bar. - What bar?

The Suds Factory.

Two guys in a booth behind me.

I heard them talking about pulling this heist.

- That's it. - What did they look like?

I only eyeballed one of them.

Didn't see his face. Just got a quick glance.

Blond hair... Not short, not long.

He had some kind of a tattoo on his left forearm.

What kind of a tattoo?

Couldn't tell. It was too far away.

Anything else?

From the way they were talking,

I'd say they'll probably hit again tomorrow.

One of the guys said, "Thursday will be the last job."

- Any idea where? - Nope.

They were arguing about that.

But the talk was about some kind of run.

That's what he kept saying...

The 3:00 run and the 4:30 run.

One of the guys wanted to hit at 3,

but the other dude talked him out of it.

Said the location wasn't right.

That make any sense to you?

It helps.

Care to give me a few words about your wife and ten kids?

I'll have them say a prayer for you, too.

Hey, how about flipping a coin

to see which one of us is gonna ask the lieutenant

to approve this robbery report?

You're the one that wrote it. Fight your own battles.

That's what I like about you, Pete...

Always looking out for the other guy.

I'm the one with the frightening horoscope, remember?

Did you read yours this morning?

That has nothing to do with this.

What did it say?

Pete...

Aren't you supposed to flip a coin

or... or match for things like this.

It has nothing to do with horoscopes.

You're the one that got me reading those things.

Now what did yours say?

Pete, you got to take these things with a grain of salt.

Come on.

It said, uh,

today was a good day

for presenting difficult problems to superiors.

I don't believe it.

Freaky, isn't it?

It also answers the question

of who submits our difficult problem to the lieutenant.

The boss isn't going to be too happy

about the info T.J. had.

What are you doing, lady, looking for an early grave?

You want to pull it around the corner

and park it, Mister?

All right. I pulled over. But why?

Would you step up on the curb, please?

May I see your license?

Uh, yeah, sure.

New York.

Uh, yeah. I just flew in this morning.

I rented this car.

How come you guys are stopping me?

That lady was legally in the crosswalk.

Legally?

She didn't stop.

That old lady walked right in front of my car.

She had the right of way.

That's the way it is in California, Mr. Waters.

A pedestrian in New York

wouldn't dream of walking into a crosswalk like that.

That rent-a-car outfit

should have filled me in on the rules out here

before they gave me the car.

You're not going to write me up, are you?

No, sir, but I hope you've learned something.

From now on, I stop for pedestrians.

But I got to tell you guys,

it sure is gonna feel funny.

Hey, let's go to Annie's for a 7.

Ah, let's hang loose for a while.

Besides, I told you,

I don't want to eat at Annie's anymore.

We can get one of those pepperoni pizzas

and eat it in the car.

That won't help. Remember the last time?

She came outside to watch me eat it.

Hey, well, you ought to be glad

that you're attractive to, uh,

unmarried available females.

It must be great being a bachelor.

When a 300-pound daisy like Annie's trying to rope you in,

there's only one maneuver that works... run like hell.

Come on. She's not that bad.

I mean, she's a good cook, and she's clean.

Reed.

Pete, don't be so touchy.

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

a 415 fight at the Suds Factory bar.

1102 Kelmore. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Ah. Suds Factory.

I've been wanting to drop in there.

All right, hold it!

All right, let's go. Come on.

All right.

You okay?

What's your name, pal?

Richard Sims.

How'd this thing get started?

I spilled a beer,

and that big guy over there started swinging at me.

All right, stay here.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Look at my friend's arm.

Who is he?

Richard Sims.

Think he's the one T.J. was talking about?

Could be. Problem is T.J. never saw his face.

Yeah. Well, where does that all lead us?

We bust him on a 415,

he'll be back on the street in an hour.

Yeah, but while he's locked up,

we may be able to find out

a little bit more about Mr. Richard Sims.

He's a three-time loser...

Twice for paper hanging, twice for robbery.

The last time in, it was the robbery.

Does the package show an MO

anywhere close to these armored car jobs?

I'll bet there's some pretty good yard bird schools at Q.

How about it, Hugh? I think this guy's worth a tail.

No. It's not enough, Pete.

I'd never convince the skipper.

I mean, your informant was right once,

so we're covering every savings and loan

where the armored car company picks up money at 4:30.

That's three locations, four men each...

12 detectives.

That's all we can afford.

Look, a stakeout's not going to work.

Nobody's seen the suspects before.

Nobody knows how they get away.

You put a tail on Sims, you might just find out.

If we put a tail on him,

we'd have to pull some of the men off the stakeouts.

Hey, take a look at this follow-up.

Seems like five years ago,

Sims had an acquaintance by the name of Frank Mosley.

Mosley. Yeah.

A guy by that name was the armored car driver

in that holdup yesterday.

We did a routine background on him

right after the job.

Well, a new light shines through.

What did you find on him?

Ah, no record.

The only thing in his package

was this application for a security guard license

when he went to work for the armored car company.

But that's not saying

that the armored car company

and this Frank Mosley in Sims' package

is the same person.

Besides, we checked all the armored car guards

on all four of the robberies.

Yesterday it was the only one Mosley was anywhere near.

Now, if he were in cahoots with Sims,

he would have been on the others.

Well, he wasn't.

Eh, probably a coincidence.

But it's worth checking.

I agree, and we'll get right on it.

What about Sims?

Oh, no tail, Pete.

If he's a suspect and if he hits,

we'll grab him at the stakeout.

But that's a lot of ifs.

A stakeout isn't going to get you anywhere.

It didn't work yesterday.

That's your ego talking, Pete.

If they hit, we'll have him.

What makes you think so?

We know how to run a stakeout,

not like some patrol types I know.

I checked the whole block.

This common ingredient we seem to be looking for

in all these savings and loans

- just isn't there. - Yeah.

I've been thinking about that application on Mosley.

What about it?

You remember where he worked

before he got the job with the armored car company?

For the city... Department of Public Works.

Amazing.

What other, uh, profound things have you uncovered?

Get Mac on the horn.

Tell him to meet us at the station.

Mosley had a job

with the Department of Public Works.

Public works handles every inch

of drainage work in the city.

And my hunch is that Mosley

didn't have to be in on the job.

He'd give the layout the the truck route to Sims,

and Sims could pull it off by himself.

Why was he the driver on the last one?

Because the culvert was too small

for Sims to crawl out of.

Big enough for him to pitch the gas

and big enough for Mosley to toss the money.

The other three locations all had culverts large enough

for Sims to pull a job off by himself.

I think Pete's on the right track, Mac.

We'll never get him from topside,

and there were only two of the three locations that fit.

What do you say?

Let's do it.

We'll use two SWAT teams,

and we'll let the detectives cover like they planned.

We can set up a command post

between the two loan companies.

Go ahead and get your gear.

Oh, uh, one thing.

This is my decision,

but if this thing goes sour,

we're going to have one hard time

living with those detectives.

Don't worry about a thing, Mac.

When this caper's over,

they're going to take us to dinner.

Okay, Malloy and Reed,

you can take this one.

You're SWAT 2.

SWAT 1, the other.

Now the go's,

the detectives will cover any possible exits.

SWAT 1, you come in from the other end. Got it?

What time is it?

It's, uh, 4:30 on the nose.

You should check with Hugh Brasher.

CP1 to W10. We're set. How's it look?

W10 to CP, all quiet.

Pickup at location 1 has been made.

The truck for location 2 is en route.

If they hit, I don't think

your boys will have much to do.

Tell Brasher it isn't over yet.

Yeah, I'd like to, but it's bad radio procedure.

What time did you say it was?

I just told you. It's 10:30.

W10 to CP. 211 in progress, location number 2.

It's our gas man again.

Okay, it's all yours. Watch yourselves.

CP to W10, Roger. SWAT team's en route.

Okay, hit your positions.

Loc 2 to CP. We're in.

CP, Roger.

SWAT 1, SWAT 2.

We're in and no sign of the suspect.

SWAT 2, Roger.

SWAT 2 to W10. What's your status?

W10. I think you have a winner.

Suspect's nowhere in sight.

SWAT 2, Roger.

Let's find him.

We got you in the middle, Mister! Give it up!

Aah! Aah!

SWAT 2 to CP.

Suspect is in custody.

Suspect's name is Richard Sims.

CP, Roger.

For your information,

we're sending a unit to the armored car company

to pick up Mosley.

W10 to SWAT 2.

That's one I owe you.

SWAT 2, Roger.

You know, it's nice to be right for a change.

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