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

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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Sure you won't have some dessert? Custard's nice and fresh.

500 calories a spoonful.

Who can eat dessert at 9:00 in the morning?

You want to split one?

No, you want one, you go ahead and order it.

Okay, I'll have one, Jenny.

You don't know what you're missing.

You know it's going to catch up with you.

Some morning, you're going to wake up and nothing's going to fit.

It's got to be a tapeworm.

Nobody can eat like you do and stay thin and not have a tapeworm.

You're just jealous.

You're right.

That's really good.

Here. Why don't you try it?

Will you stop waving that spoon in my face and eat?

Would you like some coffee now?

Yes, thank you.

That man that just came in has a gun.

I saw it when he opened his coat.

Are you sure?

I know a gun when I see one.

Thanks, Jenny. We'll take care of it.

Bacon and two over easy, hold the toast.

Bacon and two over, hold on the toast.

Keep your hands in front of you, palms on the table.

What's your name, mister?

Mike Dehner.

41 magnum hollow points.

What are you hunting, mister, grizzly bears?

Nope. Just a man.

In case you're interested, I've got a permit for that piece.

I'm a licensed P.I. I.D.'s in my wallet.

Can I see it, please?

It's a state of Missouri license, sir.

It's not valid here in California.

We could bust you for carrying a concealed weapon.

Why would you want to do that?

It's just a technicality.

After all, I'm working the same side of the street you fellas are.

I'll run it.

You in L.A. on business, Mr. Dehner?

Chasing a bail jumper from St. Louis.

Got the papers right here.

It's all there.

Bench warrant number, certified copy of the bail bond,

arrest and surrender form.

Erroll Edward Farrow. $10,000 bail.

What was his beef?

Hit and run. Vehicular homicide.

Two counts.

His company put up the bond for him.

Then to show his appreciation, he forged some checks

on a company account to the extent of $65,000.

Then he jumped bail with the money.

They want him back pretty bad. So do I.

You sound like you've got a personal interest.

I do. 15% of the bail money,

and ten percent of anything I recover from the 65 grand.

So you see, it's a very personal interest.

He's clean.

What makes you think Farrow's in L.A.?

A tip.

Farrow is hung up on some airline hostess

working the St. Louis-Los Angeles run.

She's supposed to be based here in Los Angeles.

The tip give you a name?

Just the first one... Sherry.

She shouldn't be too hard to track down.

And if Farrow isn't with her, she should know where he is.

You mind if I have my piece back now? My eggs are getting cold.

They'll keep.

Where you staying, Dehner?

A motel down the street. The New View, I think. Why?

Your gun permit's not valid in California,

so leave the gun in your room,

or check it with the motel manager,

or keep it in the trunk of your car.

You get picked up carrying it again, you're going to go to jail.

Take your bail bond and your warrant information to court Division 40.

Whatever you say.

You're wearing the buzzer.

Let's take care of the gun now.

You really go by the book, don't you?

That's why they wrote it.

Hey, what about your eggs?

Keep them warm, will you? I'll be right back.

This Dehner reminds me of a guy who used to collect jumpers

for that little bondsman over on Euclid.

The chaser was a licensed private investigator.

He and the bondsman were doing pretty well.

He'd track them down out of state no matter where they went.

Anyway...

I bet this is where it gets good, huh?

Anyway, the guy worked out a system.

Rather than chase these jumpers all over the continent,

he'd phony up a death certificate.

Bail would automatically be released.

Worked pretty well till one of the dead jumpers

came into court and surrendered himself.

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

several 586 vehicles.

1304 Rosevale.

The PR will meet you there.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Old man Reardon again.

Happens every Friday.

Good morning, Mr. Reardon.

Got four of them for you this time, Malloy.

That one there with the flowers just parked there.

It was full of hippies.

The driver looked right at the no-parking sign

and then parked anyway.

Let's write him.

Scofflaws, that's what they are.

All of them.

If I was running things, I'd throw them right in jail

for a few days.

That'd fix them.

This was a nice neighborhood until all these hippies started moving in.

Now it's not safe to walk the streets after dark.

People have the right to live where they want, Mr. Reardon.

Let them go where they belong.

We don't want them ruining our neighborhood.

Would you want a bunch of hippies on your street, Reed?

Just where do they belong?

Hippies don't act like normal people.

What do you mean by hippie anyway?

Someone with long hair and flowers painted on their car?

People who don't act like normal people should.

That's what I call a hippie.

Be a pretty dull world if everybody was the same, Mr. Reardon.

You two guys taking up for them?

No, sir, it's not a question of being for or against.

It's just that the way a man dresses or wears his hair

happens to be his own business.

You ever hear of the Wobblies, Malloy?

The IWW... International Workers of the World.

That's what they called themselves back in the '20s.

Early-day hippies is what they were.

Trying to upset things, ruin the country,

just like this bunch here.

We knew how to take care of them, all right.

We run them out of town on a rail.

Where was that?

Where I come from, Kansas.

Well, 50 years is a long time, Mr. Reardon.

Things change.

Riding people out of town on a rail has gone out of style.

Maybe that's the trouble.

A little old-fashioned law and order

is what this country needs, and needs it bad.

Yes, sir, you're right, Mr. Reardon.

Same law and order for everyone,

not just some self-appointed group

who happens to think theirs is the only law.

Do you agree with that?

Of course. That's what I meant.

I'm sure you did, sir.

One-Adam-12, clear.

One-Adam-12, clear.

Don't you just love a guy with an open mind?

90% bark and ten percent bite.

It's hard for some people to realize the good old days weren't all that good.

You think you'll remember that when you're his age?

Probably not. Why should I be any different?

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

citizen holding a 211 strong arm suspect.

The airline office parking lot.

Sixth and Pine. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Ah, we meet again. How about that?

What's it all about, Dehner?

This pal and his buddy.

They tried to put the arm on me.

When I decked this one, his buddy took off.

Who called it in.

Some guy drove in just after it happened, said he'd do it.

Were there any witnesses?

What's the matter, ain't my word enough?

What do you think I do, go around slugging people for kicks?

What's your name, fella?

Wally. Wally Lembeck.

My head hurts.

I think he must have broke something.

I feel sick.

Take it easy.

The ambulance is on the way.

He's not hurt. I hardly tapped him.

Did you hit him with the cuffs?

Well, yeah. The other punk had a knife.

You're not going to tell me it's against the law in California

to defend yourself, are you?

We'll have to fill out a crime report.

Tell us exactly what happened.

There's not much to it.

I was in the airline office checking the stewardess personnel files.

Drew a blank, no Sherrys.

When I came out to the car, this punk and his buddy came up behind me.

The other one told me to fork over my wallet

or he was going to cut me a new belly button.

What did you do then?

I made like I was going for my wallet,

then I came out with the cuffs.

Then I hung one on this tough guy,

and his buddy took off like a scared rat.

Some buddy.

We'll need your telephone number and address in St. Louis.

1312 East Commonwealth.

Phone is 621-8997.

Would you repeat that telephone number again, please?

621-8997.

- You got a business phone? - Same one.

Okay if I get out of here now?

Better stick around till I finish this report. You'll have to sign it.

I'll finish the report and meet you at the hospital.

What does the other suspect look like?

Just another black. About the same age, a little taller.

Wearing jeans and a checked shirt, red and white.

Okay, that's about it, Dehner.

Let us know when you leave town.

Okay. See you around.

How is he?

We booked him absentee. He's got a concussion.

As soon as the doc says it's okay,

detectives will question him.

Something's bugging you, Pete. What is it?

Dehner. I'd feel a lot better if there'd been a witness.

Yeah, I agree with you.

He's not exactly Mr. Personality.

But why would he lie about what happened?

Been asking myself the same question.

Yes, ma'am?

Would you pull over to the curb, please?

Anything wrong?

I want you to give me a ticket.

Did she just say what I thought she said?

I think so.

I meant what I said, officer.

I want you to give me a ticket.

Would you mind stepping up on the curb, please?

Of course, officer.

I'm not sure I understand, ma'am.

Why do you want us to give you a citation?

Well, I've tried everything else, and nothing has worked.

Maybe a ticket will.

Well, we can't give you a ticket for no reason, ma'am.

If you have committed some traffic violation,

we'd have to see it to cite you.

Well, come on, I'll show you.

Hey, wait a minute. You'll show us what?

My tires, of course.

What about your tires?

Well, look at them.

They're just as smooth as his stubborn, bald head.

You know, sometimes I think he wants me to have an accident.

I'll check them out.

This "he." Is that your husband?

Of course. Who did you think I meant?

Nothing's too good for him.

Every year a new car.

But me? My car could fall apart for all he cares.

You know, I've been asking him for new tires for months.

And it's always the same answer.

"One of these days."

Well, she's right. The front two are bald

and left rear is worn right down to the cord.

Officer, would you let your wife ride around on tires like that?

No, ma'am, I wouldn't.

I'll go get the book.

May I see your license, please?

Oh, with pleasure.

Oh. Oh, it's in here.

Oh.

Don't you have something covering that?

Yes, ma'am, it's right here, 27-465-B. Bald tires.

Any tire having less than 1/32 of an inch tread depth.

Oh, officers, you'll never know how much I appreciate this.

This license says you live on Walnut Street.

That's just a few blocks from here, so I want you to go straight home.

And don't drive that car on those tires.

And when you appear for the citation,

you've got to bring a safety inspection slip with you

to show you've had the problem corrected.

Oh, I won't appear, he will.

The car's in his name, not mine.

Yes, ma'am.

Thanks again.

You're welcome.

Bye.

Bye-bye.

I thought there were no surprises left on this job.

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

go to the station, watch commander's office, code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Who brought him in?

Nobody. Came in by himself.

His name's Timmy Colton.

And he tells a different story than the one you got from Dehner.

He says he and the Lembeck boy were cutting across a parking lot.

Dehner came out of the building, saw them by his car,

and accused them of trying to steal something.

Kids denied it.

And Dehner got salty and started pushing them around.

They pushed back.

And that's when Dehner pulled out his cuffs

and slugged the Lembeck boy.

Dehner said that you had a knife, that you were trying to rob him.

That's a lie. We were just standing there minding our own business.

He started the whole thing.

If that's the truth, why'd you run out on your buddy?

Timmy's on probation. Joyriding.

He says that when Dehner pulled out his cuffs,

he thought he was a police officer and got scared.

Detectives are out at the hospital now,

checking out the Lembeck boy's statement.

I was afraid I was gonna blow my probation.

I just got scared and ran.

But you're not afraid now. Why?

I calmed down, so I came in.

I had to tell you the truth. That's the way it happened.

I ain't even got a knife.

Watch commander's office, Sergeant MacDonald speaking.

Yeah, go ahead.

I don't think I buy your story, Timmy.

Maybe you were afraid if you didn't come in,

your buddy'd hang the armed robbery beef on you.

No, it ain't like that. Honest. You gotta believe me.

Look, after I left, after I ran,

I came back and I watched you put Wally in the ambulance.

I was across the street in the alley.

Look, I know I shouldn't've run, but I was scared.

Is Wally hurt bad?

He's a good guy. He's never been in trouble or anything.

Okay, thanks.

What do you think, Mac?

Well, I've got the edge on you, Pete.

That was the hospital.

Detectives took the Lembeck boy's statement,

and it's the same as Timmy's.

Looks like we got enough to pick up Dehner on.

Yeah, bring him in on an ADW.

Oh, by the way, Timmy offered to take a polygraph test.

It'll only prove that I was telling the truth.

That's all.

Dehner checked out two hours ago.

I got his telephone sheet from the manager.

He placed a call. I checked it.

It's listed to a Sherry Becker.

Bayside Apartments, number 4. Here's the address.

Open up, Dehner. Police.

Come on, Dehner, we know you're in there.

Do you open the door or do we?

Okay, keep your shirt on.

Don't you two guys ever take a break?

Farrow?

Big as life. Told you I'd get him.

What happened to his face?

He's clumsy. Keeps tripping over his feet.

Ain't that right, Farrow?

- What about the money? - Got that too.

His girlfriend's got it in a safety deposit box.

As soon as she gets back here, we're going down and pick it up.

- Right, Farrow? - You gotta believe me.

Sherry doesn't know anything about it.

I told her the package was important papers.

Know any other funny stories?

Wait a minute. How'd you guys know Farrow was here?

You're getting careless, Dehner. You left a trail.

I'll take the gun.

Oh, be reasonable, will you?

I did what you said. I checked it with the motel manager

until I was sure I had Farrow pegged down.

You wouldn't try to take a guy without something to back you up, would you?

All you had to do was call the department.

They'd have sent a team of detectives out with you.

Turn around, put your hands on top of your head. Come on.

You gotta be kidding.

I'm escorting a fugitive inter-state. I got a right to have a gun.

We're not arresting you for carrying a concealed weapon.

The charge is ADW.

There was a witness in that parking lot.

What about my prisoner?

Don't worry, we'll take care of him.

Call detectives. Have them send a team out here.

I'll give him his rights.

You have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent,

anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

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