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

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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You? A chaperone for a dance? You gotta be kidding.

Wish I were. She laid it on me

between the chicken cacciatore and the strawberry cheesecake.

A real low-profile surveillance.

The way she described it, we stand by the exits

like gestapo agents and keep the kids from splitting out.

Well, I warned you about dating schoolteachers.

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

Victim of a shooting. 503 San Miguel, Schuyler Hotel.

Code 2

One-Adam-12, roger.

The guy who got shot is named Fox.

The maid found him. His room's up on the third floor.

- The elevator's back here. - How long ago did it happen?

I don't know. I was off duty.

I locked the door to his room.

I didn't think you'd want anybody going in.

Yes, sir. You did the right thing.

- Can I have your name? - Ellis. My name is Gene Ellis.

I wasn't even supposed to be here today.

Come on, Harry. Move.

Now, look, I don't want to go back into that room.

- It's the last door on the right. - Thank you.

The detectives will want to talk to the maid and anybody else who was around.

- Could you give us a list of names? - All right, Officer.

He's had it. Shot once through the head.

Looks like he's been dead quite a while.

I'll call detectives.

- Anything? - No. I got the list of people for detectives.

Ellis is trying to get them together. How about you?

Looks like he used a pillow to muffle the shot.

Maybe he caught his clothes on the way out.

Up the fire escape, in the window, shoots his man, and back down again.

That's about it. I'll go check with the coroner.

Better seal this off for detectives in the line.

Sir.

Me?

Yes, sir. Did Mr. Ellis talk to you?

No.

Wouldn't have done any good.

I know you've got a job to do,

but you're wasting your time asking Harry anything.

Well, if he was in the hotel,

that'd make him a potential witness.

I can just see it.

Using Harry as a witness.

It's like using Jack the Ripper for a babysitter.

He's just an old wino who lives around the corner.

He'll tell you anything if you pop for a bottle of Muscatel.

I finished sweeping, Mr. Ellis.

Excuse me, sir. I still have to talk to you.

I told you, you're wasting your time.

Why don't you let him answer the questions, huh?

Is there anything that you can tell us about the shooting that happened upstairs?

I'm sorry. I just got here.

I wish I could help you.

Thanks for calling me "sir."

Sign right here, please.

There are children in this neighborhood, Mrs. Parker.

Better slow down.

I thought I'd heard every wild excuse.

What was hers?

She forgot to feed her goldfish.

One-Adam-12, clear.

One-Adam-12, clear. Meet One-L-90 on tack 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

One-Adam-12 to L-90, go.

Reed, some old guy just called in.

Claims he saw the Fox shooting, and he won't talk to anyone but you.

I've already cleared it with Homicide, so check it out.

Name's Harry Craig. 4063 Hollistan,

apartment 312.

Roger, Mac.

One-Adam-12, show us code 6

at 4063 Hollistan Ave, apartment 200.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Wait a minute.

- Honey, please. - Quiet!

Hello there. How are you?

Nice to see you. Come in. Come in.

- This is my son Steve. - How do you do?

- And his wife Ellen. - Hi.

And over here is my grandson Tommy.

- Hi. - Hi, Tommy.

Hi.

- How about a cup of coffee? - No, thank you.

Won't take a minute.

I have had it.

I just can't take any more of this.

And you... you're always making excuses for him.

He's just a lonely old man. That's all he is.

Well, that lonely old man is driving us right up the walls.

And he's not setting much of an example for Tommy.

Aw, come on, Ma.

Look, he's gonna give you some story

about seeing the shooting last night.

Well, don't believe him. It can't be true.

- How do you know? - Because he came in last night

just like he almost always comes in... smashed.

And he probably passed out in his room like always.

- But you're not sure. - Well, you can bet on it.

My husband had a job getting him up this morning.

- Honey... - Well, didn't you?

Yes, I did, but he wasn't as bad as usual.

He wasn't.

Not bad at all.

You fellas help yourselves, okay?

I wasn't that drunk last night, Ellen.

Well, you remember, Tommy.

I came in your room to say good night.

I was all right, wasn't I?

Sure, Gramps. If you say so.

Look, Mr. Craig, why don't you just tell us what you saw?

Oh, call me Harry, huh?

Okay.

Well, let's go in my room.

Okay, Harry. We're listening.

Well, I, uh, worked late last night at the hotel.

You know, cleaning up. And, uh...

And there's this old guy in 358. You know, he leaves his door open,

and sometimes I sneak in there and borrow a little of his whiskey.

Anyway, that's where I was.

I looked out the window, and that's when I saw him.

Who?

Well, this guy climbing up the hotel fire escape.

He looked like he had a gun with him,

and he climbed in the window right opposite to where I was standing.

I could see very clearly. You know, the light's pretty good there.

Well, go on, Harry.

Well, he stood, looking at someone in the bed,

and then he picked up a pillow from the bed and he held it in his hand

like he was hiding a gun.

Did you hear anything?

You mean like a shot? No. No, I couldn't hear a thing.

What happened next?

Well, he dropped the pillow,

and it seemed like he kicked it.

And, uh...

Well, then he climbed out the window and went on down the fire escape.

Anything else?

I don't think so. Wait a minute now.

Yeah. Uh,

he got caught on something climbing out the window.

But then he pulled himself loose.

About what time was this?

1:00, 1:30.

Did you recognize the man?

Never saw him before,

but I'd know him if I saw him again.

Well, why didn't you call the police?

Well, to be frank, I was pretty smashed by then.

I just about made it back here to my room before I conked out.

Harry, this morning, you told me you didn't know anything about the shooting.

Why?

Well, I figure

who's gonna believe me?

You know, I know what they're thinking, and most of the time, they're right.

What made you change your mind?

You did.

You treated me like I was somebody instead of just an old wino.

That Silver Star... Harry, is that yours?

Yeah.

Tommy used to love to wear that.

He used to sit for hours listening to my stories.

But I can't remember when was the last time.

We're gonna take him down and let him have a look at the mug files.

You see, the police believe me.

Pop, please.

Sooner or later, his story will fall apart.

It always does.

Tommy, you believe your old Gramps

this once, can't you?

He doesn't mean to lie.

He just doesn't know what the truth is anymore.

You ready, Harry?

Yeah. Yeah.

He called in three backups, and all he came up with after that

was a simple 484.

What was the checker on the heist?

Would you believe one of those big stuffed teddy bears?

Look, Terry's green yet. Give him time. He'll make a good cop.

- How's it going, Harry? - Nothing yet.

But I'll keep on looking.

You know, this Fox thing. That's a tough one.

Who was the guy?

Just a small-time pickpocket.

I can't figure out why anybody'd want to blow him up.

- Did he have any money in his wallet? - No.

That's why we've got Mr. Craig going over the known hot prowlers.

I don't have any faith.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

One-Adam-12, day watch clear.

One-Adam-12, clear.

Okay, so tell me what happened last night.

- I'd rather not. - Oh, come on, Pete.

It was only a junior high school dance. It couldn't have been that rough.

You speak from ignorance, kemosabe.

Tell me what happened.

It's a little hard to explain.

It's kind of like the circus.

You know the wild animal act where the guy goes into the cage

full of lions and tigers, and all he's got is a whip and a chair?

Yeah, and a pair of leather pants and a gypsy-like shirt.

That's kind of the way I felt. Everywhere I looked, something was about to happen.

Two little dudes start going at it in the parking lot,

and while I was breaking that up,

four others split out the door I was supposed to be watching.

The vice principal caught them peeling off.

Let me put it to you this way.

If anybody ever asks you to chaperone a dance,

ask them for 50 bucks an hour and medical benefits.

It's nice to hear you had such a good time.

On my all-time list of life's bumness,

it's maybe second or third.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, see the woman.

A prowler now.

8428 Birch.

Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Well, it's about time.

You called about a prowler, miss?

A prowler?

Is that what they told you?

Boy, that's a laugh. This guy's nothing

but a plain, old-fashioned Peeping Tom.

Uh, would it be okay if I come in?

Sure.

Boy, the nerve of some guys.

My partner's watching out back.

Would it be okay if he came in that way?

Sure. Come on.

I'm an exotic dancer. I work at the Black Orchid.

Maybe you've seen my work.

My name's Dawn Patrol.

Afraid not.

She's a dancer.

Oh.

Dawn Patrol.

I guess that's probably your stage name, huh?

Oh, sure.

We'll need your real name for the report.

It's Fatima Goldring.

Now do you see why I changed it?

I was rehearsing my act, see?

That record player over there was on,

and I was doing a leg raise like this,

and I looked up, and there he was

at the window, grinning at me.

That creep. He's probably out

scaring the pants off of some other broad right now.

Can you describe this man?

I certainly can.

He's about six feet tall,

30 or 35.

He has light brown hair.

Wears it sort of medium long.

And brown eyes.

And he was wearing a tan shirt

with a "B" monogrammed on the left pocket.

Hmm. You'd make a good witness.

It's part of my stock and trade.

When I go onstage, I have to size up an audience fast.

Yes, well, Miss Patrol, we'll make the report

and keep an eye open for this man.

You know what burns me up?

That big ape is too cheap to come down to the club and buy a drink.

He could've had all the looks he wanted,

but he had to have a freebie.

Hmm.

What's this?

It's the check. It's your turn to pay.

It's what?

Oh, come on, Pete. Now, don't try to stiff me.

I paid three times last week.

I don't want you to think of me as cheap, partner,

but I don't look upon coffee and donuts the same as lunch.

Now, uh, pay up or wash dishes.

Oh.

If you're gonna be that way.

5891. No one on the line.

1643. Stand by.

1645. First name was Gene.

Verify the year of the DOB as '45 or '35.

Oh, no. You're not gonna believe this.

Try me.

"11:30 this morning, Harry Craig

"of 4063 Hollistan Avenue,

"walked into this reporter's office

"and calmly announced that he was the only eyewitness

to a murder which took place at the Schuyler Hotel."

You're right. I don't believe it.

It's all here. Even his picture.

Let me see.

I believe it.

He's a big celebrity in his family.

I hope his family's smart enough to get him out of town

before they find out killers can read, too.

I wish I knew whether he was putting us on or not.

Oh, he knows too much to be doing that.

What about the coroner's report... time of death about 4:30, not 1:00?

He was mistaken about the time.

He struck out on the mug file.

Look, we both know that that doesn't mean anything.

You're probably being influenced by his family and Ellis.

Maybe.

Any unit, identify and handle.

A 217. Shots fired.

4063 Hollistan, apartment 200.

Harry's.

One-Adam-12, clear, and we'll handle 217,

shots fired at 4063 Hollistan Avenue.

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

On top of all the fool things.

Come on, Dad. Take it easy.

What happened?

Somebody tried to shoot me

just as I was coming in the building.

Did you see who it was?

No.

Didn't you realize that by going to the newspapers

you were putting your life on the line?

You're the only one that can identify this guy.

I didn't think of that.

I just wanted my picture in the paper

so my family'd maybe look up to me.

Let's go see if we can find the bullet.

You think you can make it down the stairs, Harry?

I think so.

Now you'd just come in and you were headed for the elevator, right?

- That's right. - Where were you when you heard the shot?

I could practically hear it whiz past my ear.

Try a little further to your left.

Found it.

Didn't I tell you?

He found it.

The detective sent us a copy of the ballistics report

on the bullet we took from Fox.

.38 special.

The one that came from the Craig place was a .45.

It's possible our murderer used two different guns.

A lot of .45s were GI-issue.

Yeah, they were.

I think I know where we can pick up that second gun.

- What happened? - Accident. Craig got hit by a car.

Ambulance is on the way.

- How'd it happen, Harry? - He was trying to kill me.

This time, I mean it. The gun... I lied about the gun.

We figured it was your gun.

Well, I crossing the ally,

and suddenly, out of nowhere comes this car.

I tried to get out of his way, and he came right for me.

I guess I was lucky he only caught my arm.

Spun me around pretty good. It feels like it's broken.

Listen, the ambulance is on the way. You just take it easy.

We'll stay with him. Thanks for your help.

Did you see the driver?

Yeah.

Did you know him?

Oh, sure.

It's almost funny.

I made up that whole story about the shooting.

I couldn't have identified that guy to save my life.

But because I lied, now he wants to kill me.

And he will unless you help us.

I want to help you.

His name's Carl Keegan.

He ran a floating crap game. And about six month ago,

a guy pulled a heist just when there was a lot of money present,

and Keegan's business went down the drain,

so he swore he was gonna get this guy that sold him out.

He must've just discovered it was Fox,

and traced him to the Schuyler.

- Do you now where he lives? - Uh-huh.

Harry, if you didn't see the shooting, how did you know all the details?

I'm a good listener.

When you two were in the hotel room,

I was in the broom closet next door.

Pickle sauce. A little breakfast.

I could hear every word.

You know, I've been nothing for so long.

Somehow, when your family tells you, take it easy,

they'll take care of everything,

that's when you start to die.

I guess I lied because I needed to be someone.

I was tired of being nobody.

Hey, watch his left arm there.

This is One-Adam-12 requesting a supervisor and backup unit

meet us on tack 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

One-L-20, One-Adam-72.

One-L-20 and One-Adam-72, meet One-Adam-12 on tack 2.

One-L-20 to One-Adam-12, go.

Mac, we got some information on the Fox 187.

Request that you meet us at Century and Holt, code 2.

- One-L-20, roger. - Three minutes.

One-Adam-72, did you copy?

One-Adam-72, roger. Four minutes.

I'll drive up to the corner and check down the street.

Give me about a minute. If the car is there,

you should be able to converge in about 30 seconds after my call.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-72,

suspect in driveway, loading truck.

- Looks like he's getting ready to split. Let's go. - One-Adam-12, roger.

Give it up, Keegan!

- Yeah. .38. - Did you have any doubts?

Chalk one up for Harry.

I hope his family will try to understand that.

I think they will. After all, Harry's a hero.

Everybody loves a hero, especially a 12-year-old boy.

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