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

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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Hey, Jim!

Wait up.

Al, how you doing?

I finally made it.

I bet you never figured I'd stick it out.

I've been following your progress. I'm really proud of you.

Today's the day I get my first ride in a black and white.

I got my job fixed, so I'm working two days this week

and then every other Wednesday.

I'm in Xray 25.

Who'd you get for a partner?

Ed Wells. I just met him a few minutes ago.

He seems like a pretty sharp guy.

Maybe you could tell me something about him.

You know, I want to make a good first impression.

Oh. Pete, I'd like you to meet Al Porter.

Al, this is my partner Pete Malloy.

Oh, you're Jim's friend from night school.

Right.

Al was just asking me about Ed Wells.

He drew him for a partner for the next two days.

Just do whatever Ed tells you, and everything'll be fine.

Yeah, but what kind of a guy is he?

He's...

He's very definite.

That's just the kind of partner I want for my first time out.

Look, Pete, I'll meet you in roll call.

I forgot something in my locker.

Al, nice to have you aboard.

Don't even talk to me about it, Reed.

All I'm asking you to do, Ed, is to take it easy on him.

Why? Because you figure he can't cut it?

I mean, because if that's the way you feel,

why did you recommend him for the reserve program?

Ed, he finished first in his reserve class up at the Academy.

Oh, that's terrific.

See, because then, if we get in a beef,

he can stand around and recite the Penal Code to him.

That ought to be a big help.

Just give him an even break.

Don't worry about it, Reed, I got it all figured out.

I'm putting him in charge of all the paperwork.

He ought to be right at home

sharpening pencils and filling out forms.

He couldn't take a box of cookies away from a Girl Scout.

Ed, why don't you do us all a favor?

What's that?

Grow up.

One-Adam-12 clear.

One-Adam-12 clear.

Don't let Wells throw you.

Of all the guys for Al to draw on his first patrol,

Wells is probably the worst choice.

Look at it this way. If he can cut it with Wells, he can cut it with anybody.

Yeah, but nobody should have to put up with a clown like Wells

for only $10 a month, Pete.

These reserve guys are helping us out,

so what's the point in harrassing them?

We both know Wells is a wise guy,

but he's not a bad cop.

So don't worry about it, he'll take care of Porter.

Yeah. That's what I'm afraid of.

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

see the park superintendent.

A 415. Westside Park, code 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Look, we're not leaving. That's it.

I'm telling you guys for the last time you can't sleep in this park tonight.

- Why not? - Because it's against city park regulations.

That's all you know is regulations.

Look, we don't have any other place to go.

I'm only trying to explain the rules to you.

Rules. We're not gonna bug anybody.

Would you talk to these kids?

They won't listen to me.

Maybe we better start from the beginning. What's your name?

Yeah, well, I'm Harvey Mortenson.

Park superintendent.

I got here this morning, and all these kids were camping out in the park.

Now, I told them, "You can't sleep here all night.

And come 9:30, you're gonna have to clear out."

They wouldn't believe me, so I had to call you cops.

He's giving it to you straight.

It's against the law to camp in a public park.

Look, who's it gonna hurt?

We came here for the rock concert on Sunday, that's all.

We decided to stay here and hang out until it's over.

Don't you have any friends here that you could stay with?

Town's filled up. We tried a half a dozen crash pads. So we settled here.

I'm sorry, but if you're here at 9:30 tonight,

you're gonna get arrested.

Yeah, big deal.

Thanks for all the help, man. You're a real trip.

Hey, look. The curfew only applies to public parks.

If you're not in a park, you could camp out.

This is L.A., man.

I mean, if it's not a park,

it's asphalt and streetlights.

What about Father Donelly's church?

Why not?

What? What's going on?

There's a church up on Santa Monica.

It's about five minutes from here.

There's a lot of grass and trees around it.

The man to see's a priest named Father Donelly.

So?

Well, it's not a park, it's private property.

So there's no law against camping out there.

He sometimes makes it available to people with problems like yours.

You mean you guys would let us?

Yeah, we'll drop by and tell him to expect you.

Well, what about the rest of the cops?

If they see us there, they'll probably roust us.

When we get back to the station,

we'll post a notice on the bulletin board.

Too much.

Hey, listen, I'm sorry we gave you such a hard time.

We'll clear out.

Forget it.

Hey, hey!

This is kind of hard for me. I mean, you guys are cops.

I never expected...

Forget it, man.

Have a good time at the rock concert.

All right, let's go to that church.

All units in the vicinity and One-Xray-25,

a 211 in progress at the bank.

7408 North Crenshaw.

One-Xray-25, handle code 3.

That's Wells and Porter.

This is One-Adam-12. We'll back up Xray-25

at 7408 North Crenshaw.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Hold it.

Officers, he's already left about five minutes ago.

Young man, 6 foot, about 20.

Blond hair, with a knapsack.

- Who are you? - I'm the branch manager.

We preserved the scene, just like you guys tell us.

We have a film surveillance system.

As soon as we realized we were being robbed, the teller triggered it.

I think we got a good picture of the man.

Where's the teller now?

We have her in a room by herself.

She's trying to recall as many details as she can about the man.

We better have a talk with her.

I'll call detectives to put out a broadcast on this guy.

Officer, this is Tonya Baker.

She's the girl that was held up.

- Hi. - Excuse me.

You've had a pretty exciting morning, haven't you, Miss Baker?

Yes, I guess you could say that.

You want to tell me as much about it as you can remember?

Well, it happened very fast.

I've been sitting here trying to recall it,

but the whole thing is blank.

Let's take it a little bit at a time.

Did he have a gun?

Yes. It was a revolver, I think.

Was he young or old?

Oh, he was young, about 20.

Um, he had blond hair. It was kind of long, shoulder length.

Can you remember what he was wearing?

Jeans, I think.

And he had a knapsack that was strapped to his back.

But it was tied in the front so you couldn't take it off.

How tall?

Well, this is sort of funny.

The bank has this little line

drawn on the wall across from the tellers' window.

And if someone comes up in front of you,

you can look right past him and see the line.

It's set at exactly 6 feet.

And it's supposed to help with things like this, you know?

Well, it's kind of embarrassing. You'll never guess.

You forgot to look, right?

You know it. I was so scared, I didn't even think of looking.

It's kind of funny, though.

I think the robber was even more scared than me.

And as I think of it,

he kept on apologizing for holding me up.

It's a four.

We were all the way on the other side of the division before we got the call.

Get the report book, Albert.

You're gonna get a chance to do some real heavy policework.

Ease up, Ed.

You know something, Reed?

This buddy of yours is a real spook.

He thinks the Kings are European monarchs.

I'm trying to tell him they play hockey.

Well, if that's all you're up to discussing, Ed,

I can introduce you to a couple of characters on Main Street

who can give you the wrestling results all the way back to 1956.

Yeah? You ought to try riding with him sometime.

How's it going?

Pretty good. Where's Pete?

He's inside. I put out the call for the detectives.

Yeah, well, we'll take over from here.

Come on, Albert. Come on.

Looks like she told you guys just about everything she's going to remember.

We'll go over it when your partner gets through writing it up.

We can take off, huh?

Right.

I hope we can catch this guy or guys

before they hit every bank in town.

If anything turns up on the film, let me know.

Right.

One-Adam-12, clear.

One-Adam-12, clear.

What was all that about?

It's kind of screwy.

Apparently, this is the fourth robbery like this in a week.

All the tellers were handed notes typed on the same typewriter,

all the bandits were wearing knapsacks.

What's so strange about that?

One thing doesn't mesh.

None of the robbers fits the same description.

They're all about the same age,

they all had long hair,

but some are thin, some are fat, a real mixed bag.

It's got the detectives going in circles.

How's Porter?

He's getting a good case of writer's cramp.

You got something?

That guy's acting hinky up there.

He's got a brake light out. Let's check him.

Yeah, why not?

One-Adam-12 requesting wants and warrants

on California plate Victor Tom Ida 242.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Victor Tom Ida 242, no want, no warrant.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Hey, I'm sorry if I did anything wrong, Officer.

I try and drive carefully.

You know, watch out for little children and small dogs.

Is this your present address, Derek?

No, sir. I live with my aunt now.

My parents are dead.

They were killed in a plane crash.

Is the car registered to you?

No, sir. It's my aunt's.

Is the registration in the car?

Yeah.

Mrs. Arnold Cutter, 257 Sentinel Way, Los Angeles.

She's my aunt.

The reason I stopped you, Derek, you got a brake light out.

Oh, you thought this was a hot car, didn't you?

Go ahead, admit it.

Well, it doesn't hurt to be safe.

Be sure and tell your aunt to have that brake light fixed.

- Sure. - Derek, does your aunt have a child?

Uh, yeah, my little cousin Todd.

Boy, little kids sure grow fast. It's really strange, you know?

That's half the fun. How old is he?

Around six months, I guess.

You want to try again?

What are you talking about?

These are toddler size 3.

This child's between 2 and 4 years old.

No kidding?

No kidding.

Don't say anything, Susan.

We got the right to an attorney, and we're not giving up nothing!

These bums can go climb a tree.

- All right, knock it off. - Ah, shove off, pig.

One-Adam-12, clear.

One-Adam-12, clear.

I almost let that kid go, hot car and all.

Don't let it get to you, Pete.

I keep you from booting the close ones.

Hm. Lucky me.

Hey, pull over, Pete.

You gotta stop worrying about him.

It's not him I'm worried about. I'm just looking out for Wells.

Sure.

Better stand back, Reed.

Porter is about to attempt a feat of incredible difficulty.

I can believe it.

Riding with you's got to be one of the all-time bummers.

He made me stop this kid here

because his truck is laying down a smokescreen

you could've hid a Marine column under.

Kid insists that his exhaust burns clean.

So we're arranging a little demonstration.

Yes, sir, we get all the hot ones.

Wait. Wait here, please.

All set, Ed. Hi, fellas.

How's it going?

Pretty good. How about you?

Yeah, fine.

When you guys finish with the small talk,

maybe Officer Reed here can hand out cookies.

Maybe Officer Wells could wind up wearing the cookies.

Well, come on, get at it, let's go.

Would you go over there, please?

I'll... I'll gun it.

Why don't you ease up on him, Ed?

He'll do a better job if you stop spooking him.

Save your breath, Pete.

Well, at last Officer Reed and I agree on something.

Porter is exactly what he looks like.

An electrical engineer who got tired of watching cops on TV.

I can't exactly explain it, Reed.

It's just a feeling I have.

This guy has got no flair for policework.

Hey, something eating at you, Jim?

No, I'm just late getting home, that's all.

You know, it looks to me like you've got

a bad case of mother hen disease.

- It shows that much, huh? - Yeah.

Look, Porter's just got one more day with Wells.

And the next time he comes in, he'll probably draw somebody else.

Wells is riding him a little, but it's for his own good.

There's a kid with a bashed-in pickup truck

who'll give you an argument on that one.

If you're riding with me, let's go.

Oh, Pete, Sergeant Edwards dropped by.

They developed the film from the hidden camera at the bank.

He said to tell you the guy that pulled that job this morning

doesn't match any of the other suspects.

You know, something that teller said keeps sticking in my mind.

He kept apologizing.

He seemed nervous, kept apologizing.

Hmm. It's almost like somebody was going around

forcing people off the streets

to pull those bank heists.

Yeah, sure, Mac.

And maybe somebody's running a school

for 211 men and the final exam's the bank job.

Yeah. See you in the morning, Jim.

Anyway, he came over to the house last night.

Jean could tell he was really bugged, so she left us alone.

He's really disillusioned, Pete.

He's talking about quitting.

There's nothing you can do about it, Jim.

Besides, I didn't think Porter was that close a friend of yours.

Yeah, he is.

So when I mentioned to him that he should join the reserves,

I never thought that he'd do it.

But now, I feel responsible for him.

Look, I know it sounds weird, but I can't help it.

I mean, if he should wind up getting hurt or something,

I'd feel like it was my fault.

You know better than that.

On the surface I do.

But I'm involved.

I hope that doesn't mean we're gonna have to follow him around with a dustpan.

Yeah, that's exactly what it means.

At least until he's broke in.

That okay with you?

Oh, sure, it's just what I was hoping for.

The answer to a policeman's prayer.

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

a 211 in progress at the bank.

1401 Axtel Avenue.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Drop the gun, Mister!

Drop it.

Don't shoot, please.

It's not... It's not what you think.

Put your hands up and come forward slowly.

Listen, stay back from me.

I've got a bomb in this knapsack.

If I try and take it off, he'll blow me up.

You guys gotta believe me.

I was hitchhiking. This guy picks me up.

He pulled a gun and forced me to put on this knapsack

and hold up this bank.

He's listening to everything I say on this walkie-talkie.

If I don't do what he wants,

he'll detonate the bomb in this knapsack.

Please, let me go.

Tell 'em to get back, or you're dead, kid.

You hear that?

I'm not fooling. Please, he means business.

Guess that answers a lot of questions.

We're not gonna let you walk away.

Take off now, kid, or you're a dead man.

Come on!

Get moving, come on.

Come on, move!

Stay back, all of you.

You all better pull back out of here,

or I'll push this thing and blow that cop to pieces.

Drop your guns and start pulling back,

all of you.

All but you.

You stay put.

Hold it.

Let's go, hands on top of your head.

How'd you know that was a dummy bomb?

Well, I didn't really know.

It was a calculated risk, kind of a probability ratio

based on pertinent facts and observations.

You know, kid, you're making me feel awful stupid.

That's no way to cut it with superiors.

Uh, I'm sorry.

A lot of things didn't add up

if you understand the dynamics of radio detonation.

Oh.

Well, like, if that was really a bomb in there,

he would have been a lot more careful with it.

He never would have taken that kid back into the car

and then entered into a chase down residential streets

where it could have been detonated by somebody changing TV channels

or some guy opening his garage door.

Not to mention all the ham operators in the neighborhood.

Oh, yeah, that makes a lot of sense.

Especially with the biggest ham on the LAPD right behind you.

Don't interrupt.

Go ahead, kid.

Well, that's about it.

Well, you know how to write it up, don't you?

Good. Well, suppose you go back to the car

and start working on the report.

Well, it's been a struggle.

But I think I'm turning him into a pretty good cop.

That took a lot of guts.

Why don't you go tell him that?

I don't have to.

I'm putting him up for the Medal of Valor.

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