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

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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Boy's name is Gary Colvin.

He's 6 years old. He's been missing since 12:00.

Oh, no. The little fellow down the street?

Yeah. The kid that he walks home with

said that a man in a yellow sedan

picked him up in front of his house a few minutes after 12.

We were wondering if you might have noticed the car.

At 12:00, I was all the way downtown.

I got off the bus not five minutes ago.

Well, if you see the boy around the neighborhood

or a late-model yellow sedan,

we'd appreciate you giving us a call.

Well, of course, but why would anybody want to kidnap Gary Colvin?

I mean, how much could they expect to get?

His mother works for a living.

I don't know, but it could cost the boy a lot.

- Any luck? - We covered the whole block.

A couple of people saw the boys turn the corner onto Dwight Avenue,

but nobody can remember seeing the car.

A list of the addresses where nobody was home.

Ah, good. Detectives'll check it out. They're on their way over.

What about the boy's mother?

I finally got her to go inside with the babysitter.

Babysitter picked a great day to be late.

Yeah, she's pretty broken up about it.

Blames herself for the whole thing.

What'd you find out at the school?

Like his schoolmate said,

the first grade class let out at 12 sharp.

He and Gary were headed this way.

Well, that and one other thing.

That boy has the best reputation in his class for telling the truth.

He got the letters in the plate... IDK.

For once, I'd like to believe

a eyewitness is making something up.

No. No chance, I'm afraid.

In touch with the boy's father yet?

The Colvins are separated. He lives out of town.

Mrs. Colvin hasn't seen him in months.

We just got the new address from her.

Detectives will check it out.

Listen, we've got four units here and calls are beginning to back up.

Why don't you guys clear and go handle some?

There's a call of a barking dog at 118 London Court.

One block over. Might as well check it out first.

- He's a great-looking dog. - Yeah.

What's the matter, pal? You unhappy about something?

You want to be friends, don't you?

Okay, it's a deal.

You sure you know what you're doing?

He's just lonesome, that's all.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

At least until he gets to know you better.

A great-looking dog. What's his name?

Is that an official question, or just curiosity?

A little of both.

We got a complaint that your dog was disturbing the neighbors.

The old gal next door, right?

Last week, it was my hi-fi.

The week before that, my car was too loud.

Now it's the dog.

By the way, my name is Kenny Ludlow.

- Pete Malloy. - Jim Reed.

Dog's name is Blackie.

Got him the other day from a friend of mine

who moved back east.

Says the pooch has a pedigree a mile long.

Usually, a dog like that has a name as long as his pedigree.

Something like Price Griswold out of Bremerhaven, you know?

Yeah. I'd change it, only I figure on selling him as soon as I get the papers.

He ought to bring a pretty good price.

My buddy claims he's worth 400 bucks.

Sounds like your friend's a pretty generous guy.

Yeah, well, if I had his money, I'd be generous too.

Why don't you bring him out? Let's take a look at him.

- What for? - You said you wanted to sell him.

Maybe I'm buying.

- You serious? - Sure.

Suppose he gets away? You got 400 bucks cash?

That's a good question.

I got a better idea. Why don't I go in there with him?

He'll tear you to pieces.

I'll take my chances.

All right, but don't say I didn't warn you.

Blackie. Blackie?

Come on, Blackie.

He doesn't mind very well, does he?

That's all right, boy, you just relax.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

That's a good dog.

Look, I gotta run in the house. I'll be right back.

Why don't you stick around?

He's about as mean as a teddy bear, isn't he?

Look, I'll keep the dog quiet. That's a promise.

You mean Blackie?

It's a new name. I just gave it to him.

He hasn't learned it yet.

What's the matter, fellow? You feel undressed?

Yeah, you're a good boy. You just take it easy now while I look in your ear.

That's a good dog, yeah.

400 bucks. That's your price?

I told you, didn't I?

This friend of yours, the fellow that gave you the dog,

is he blind, by any chance?

Of course not. Why?

The dog has an ID number tattooed in his ear.

Well, sure. He's a valuable animal. My friend had him marked.

By the Eye Dog Foundation?

I'd say that's about a $4,000 dog, Mister.

4,000?

If you were blind,

how much would a seeing eye dog be worth to you?

I got nothing to say.

I'll need something to use for a leash.

Look, it's only a dog.

I'll take him back. That'll satisfy you.

Give him his rights.

You knew that was a seeing eye dog as soon as you saw it, didn't you?

I spotted the harness marks on the dog's shoulders

and I knew instinctively they weren't from pulling a sled.

Brilliant, huh?

Yeah, amazing.

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

see the woman regarding a possible kidnap.

5634 Dwight Avenue.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Didn't we check that address?

Yeah, nobody answered.

Did you call the police, ma'am?

Yes, sir. My name's Naomi Ernst.

My name's Malloy. This is my partner Jim Reed.

We can talk out here if you like.

The house is a mess.

We missed you this afternoon

when we were checking the neighborhood.

The lady next door told me.

Since then, the only thing I can think about is the little Colvin boy.

I just had to call you.

Well, I hope you saw something that can help us, ma'am.

I don't know.

Maybe I did, and maybe I didn't.

My eyes are so bad nowadays, I can't be sure of anything.

Do you want to tell us about it?

I was on my way to the market.

Just as I came out the front door,

I happened to glance down the street.

I saw a man.

He had a child in his arms.

A little boy.

They got into a yellow car.

I think it was a taxicab.

Did you notice anybody else in the vicinity?

Another little boy?

Mmm, no, sir.

Not that I remember.

We have an eyewitness, Mrs. Ernst.

Gary Colvin's playmate.

He's positive the car wasn't a taxi.

Oh, thank goodness.

In that case, I may be wrong about the other business, too.

What other business is that?

The boy and the man.

I could have sworn they were covered with blood.

Who do you believe? A woman with bad eyes

or a 6-year-old eyewitness?

Glad I'm not a detective.

Yeah.

Did you get the license?

Yeah, letters are IDK.

He didn't try to rabbit, anyway.

Would you step out of the car, please?

Stay right where you are now.

There's nothing to worry about.

Step out of the car.

Yes, sir.

Step up on the curb, please.

Look, if you're worried about a gun, I don't have one.

May I see your license?

Gary?

You okay, son?

We didn't do nothing, honest.

Okay, come on. I'll give you a hand.

That's my son Gary. I'm Terry Colvin.

Is this your present address, Mr. Colvin?

No, sir. I live up in the desert. Victorville.

That's your car?

Yes, sir.

He's my daddy. Don't hurt him.

Okay, Mr. Colvin. We'll drive you back to your wife's house.

She called us when Gary didn't come home.

Lock your car, please.

Sure. Hey, I didn't mean to cause all this trouble.

Come on, Gary, I'll give you a ride in a police car.

Mommy, Mommy, Daddy's here!

- Daddy's here! - Oh, Gary.

Oh, thank God. Oh, baby, I was so worried about you.

It's Daddy. See? Right over there.

Are you all right, darling?

Tell me, are you all right?

He's got a new car.

You ought to see it.

Are you all right?

He's fine, Mrs. Colvin.

I'm sorry, Bev.

Took Gary for a ride.

Just... Well, I got a car now and a job.

You know, things are starting to look up for me.

We had ice cream. A whole lot of it.

Did you?

Hey.

I'm sorry, Bev.

I just missed him, that's all.

Next time you decide to borrow your son for the afternoon, Mr. Colvin,

it might be a good idea to let somebody know.

Yeah, I owe you people an apology.

I just wasn't thinking, that's all there is to it.

Honestly, Terry,

sometimes I just don't know what to do with you.

Yeah, I deserve it.

But give me a cup of coffee first, will you?

Last couple of hours, I must have eaten a half gallon of ice cream.

Oh, Terry.

Officer.

You found him. Thank goodness.

Yes, ma'am.

Terry Colvin's a nice fellow.

I hope the family gets back together again.

I can't tell you how relieved I am.

Are you sure it was a taxicab?

I didn't recognize Terry Colvin this afternoon,

and I've known him for years.

Why ask me about an automobile?

Well, we appreciate your interest, just the same.

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

a 415 family dispute.

17420 Upton Drive, code 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Hey, you guys got here just in time.

Come in, will you?

My wife locked herself in the den with my TV set,

- and she threatened to smash it up into a million... - Before we...

pieces.

Look at that. I just paid for that set.

Open up.

Oh. There's no need for you fellows to be here.

As you can see, I've taken care of the problem myself.

Yeah, you fixed it pretty good, Miss Charm.

Would you shut up?

Look, Officer, I'd like to tell you.

Friday night, I let him go to a high school game.

Saturday, he picked up two college games.

Sunday, he sits like a piece of furniture in the living room,

watching the pros.

I've had it with him.

Up to here. I can't stand him any longer.

Do you know your head's starting to look like a football?

What is that, Evening in Burbank you're wearing?

Oh, you make me sick.

The Rams were right on the 5-yard line, and they were going.

Wait a minute. There aren't any games on today.

There's reruns, pal. Don't you ever watch the reruns?

Yeah. Once in a while.

You see that? You see?

Even the cops are on my side.

Oh, well, they would be.

We're not on anybody's side.

If you two think you can settle this by yourselves, we'd like to leave.

Oh, I'd love to work it out.

Work it out by yourself.

I'd like to go in the kitchen and smash the oven,

but you wouldn't know the difference.

Oh, ha ha.

The only thing that would bother her is if I broke the can opener.

She's a religious cook, my wife.

Everything she makes is a burnt offering or a sacrifice.

Listen, before you guys go, what about the insurance?

What about it?

Well, like, you were witnesses.

You saw it. I gotta get your signatures on a report.

Oh, I'm sorry. I don't think

the insurance company's gonna pay off on that set.

You know, your wife broke it intentionally.

Yeah, right, but we're covered.

I'm covered for malicious mischief.

Hey, what if she really saw what she thought she saw?

Hmm?

Naomi Ernst, the woman with the bad eyes.

What if she really saw

a man and a boy covered with blood

getting into a taxicab?

I'd say that would be a powerful coincidence.

Yeah, but who's to say it couldn't happen?

What are you doing?

Why don't you play your hunch? There's a phone booth.

Yeah, right.

About what time was that?

That tracks. Could you give me the address where you took him?

Okay. Thank you very much.

Yeah, will do.

Cab number 516 picked up a fare on Dwight Avenue.

A man and a boy. He took them to 3117 Walcott Street.

The driver's description fits the one Mrs. Ernst gave us to a T.

- Including the blood? - Yeah, including the blood.

Sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen.

What can I do for you?

Doctor, about a quarter after 12,

did you get a couple of patients,

a man and a boy?

One or both of them might have been injured.

Yeah, that'd be the Slaters, Frank and Chris.

What seems to be the problem?

Are they still here?

As a matter of fact, they are.

I had to put the boy under, and he's sleeping it off.

But I don't understand how the police are involved.

Evidently, there's been some mix-up. At least, we think there has.

We're just checking out a report given to us by a witness.

You mean somebody saw the boy get hurt?

But Frank said that they were alone at the time.

Would it be possible to talk to him now?

Of course. Right this way.

Oh, now relax, Frank. Everything's all right.

Gentlemen, this is Frank Slater, and the boy here is Chris,

but I'm afraid he doesn't feel much like talking right now.

What's this?

Did your son have an accident, Mr. Slater?

Yeah. About a dozen stitches' worth.

Why?

Somebody saw you and your son get into a taxi.

I guess it looked pretty bad.

It must have been. You should've seen our clothes.

What happened to him?

He was helping me uncrate some furniture.

We moved into an apartment last night.

Chris fell and cut his head

on the corner of one of the packing cases.

Scar's right on the hairline, Frank. You'll never see it.

Still no word from Ruth, huh?

Relax. I'll bring her in as soon as she gets here.

My wife took the car to go grocery shopping.

That's how come the taxicab.

Does she know where you are?

I left a note.

Too bad I didn't tell her to bring a clean shirt.

We're sorry to have bothered you, Mr. Slater.

I hope your boy feels better.

Well, not a bad hunch, wouldn't you say?

Don't take all the credit, Sherlock.

We had a pretty good description of what really happened.

You know, you ought to call that Mrs. Ernst and thank her

for making you look so good.

Yeah, I'll give her a call from the station.

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

see the man, a recovered vehicle report.

1728 O'Connell Street.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

I... I understand there's a report that has to be filled out about my automobile.

Yes, sir, it'll take about five minutes.

Oh. Well, I haven't got much time.

Where did you find your car, sir?

Well, I'm afraid you're not gonna believe, but come here.

A present from my devoted students.

Uh, where do you teach, Professor?

Over at Arrow Tech.

I'm the so-called expert

on the science of miniaturization.

Looks like your students have been paying attention.

Yeah.

How long ago was the car stolen?

Day before yesterday.

From the parking lot at the University.

Have you been out of the house ever since?

I haven't left it until 10:00 this morning.

I took a walk down to a clothing store to pick out a suit of clothing.

A birthday present from my wife.

I was only gone about two hours,

and when I came back, there it was.

How do you suppose they got it in here in only two hours?

Planning. The secret of success in mechanical engineering.

That's one of the things that I stress pretty heavily in my lectures.

The neighbors said they'd never seen anything like it.

Well, what do you want to do?

Oh, nothing, nothing, nothing at all.

There's no telling what these characters might dream up to get back at me.

One-Adam-12 clear.

One-Adam-12 clear.

All units additional on the 211 that just occurred,

9740 Los Feliz Drive.

Suspect's vehicle, a white-over-blue Corvette,

has been sighted near Griffith Park.

Any unit in the vicinity, meet Air-10 on tact 2.

This is One-Adam-12. We'll meet Air-10 on tact 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Adam 12 to Air-10, go.

Adam 12, what is your location?

We're eastbound on Forest Lawn Drive.

One-Adam-12, the suspect's car is headed east through Griffith Park

in the direction of Travel Town.

Continue east on Forest Lawn Drive.

Roger, Air-10.

Air-10, can you give us any additional on the 211 suspects?

Roger, Adam-12.

They are the suspects from the 211 at the liquor store.

9740 Los Feliz. The victim is now DOA.

Approach with caution.

Roger, Air-10.

Air-10, we have you in sight.

Roger. The suspect's vehicle just turned in

to the Travel Town parking lot.

Looks like they're gonna change cars.

They're heading towards a blue mustang.

Two male Caucasians. One in green jacket,

one in black pants and tan jacket.

They're all yours.

Roger, Air-10.

There's only one way out of that parking lot, right?

Yep. Now all we have to do is beat 'em to it.

Adam-12, your suspect is on top of the train.

All right, hold it.

I'll put out a code 4.

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