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

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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One-Adam-12, one-Adam-12, ambulance attempt suicide.

See the manager, 5424 Lomita, apartment 7, code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Fellows, this is the second suicide attempt call

we've had on this girl.

If you ask me, I think she's trying to screw it up.

We didn't even need oxygen. She's okay now.

First time, she slashed her wrists.

Now it's gas.

But she was sure not to cut too deep the first time.

Now she leaves the window open.

I was passing by. I smelled the gas.

- You live here? - You might say that, yeah.

I'm Phil Peters. I manage this building.

She left a note.

Could you give me her name, Mr. Peters?

Sharon Blake. You know this is the second time

she's tried something like this?

Yes, sir.

So, you're gonna be all right, Miss Blake.

Do you have any family in town?

Is there anybody at all that we could contact?

Miss Blake, did you write this note?

Is Tom here?

No. Maybe you can tell us where he is.

He should be here.

He's gotta be here.

Tom Dunbar. That's who the note's addressed to.

Lives in apartment 11.

Are you gonna give him my note?

No, ma'am. We can't do that. We need it for our report.

- Can I use your phone? - Yeah, sure.

My office is in my apartment, up front.

I'd like to talk to Mr. Dunbar first.

Oh, sure. He's down at the other end.

Who is it?

Police, Mr. Dunbar. I'd like to talk to you a minute.

Police? What do you want?

Will you open the door, please?

How do I know you're a cop?

Mr. Dunbar, this is Peters.

It's all right. He's a police officer.

Yeah?

Could I come in a minute, please?

Look, a friend of yours just tried to commit suicide.

Sharon?

Yeah, but she's gonna be okay.

You're the only one she wants to see.

I just want to be left alone.

Great guy, isn't he?

I'd like to use that phone now.

Oh, sure. You know where my office is. Just help yourself.

I'll be along in a minute. I think I better check on how that girl's doing.

Yeah, Mac, I'm there now.

The ambulance crew just left.

Listen, the girl left a note addressed to a guy who lives here in the building.

He says his name is Tom Dunbar.

But I recognized him. He's Tom Dunne.

Tom Dunne?

Tom Dunne? You mean I've got Tom Dunne living in my building?

- That's right. - But he's a killer.

- He served his time. - Yeah, for conspiracy.

That's all. Not for what he really did. Everybody knows that.

Tom Dunne. Hey, you fellows know what it's like.

I can't afford to have people like him in here.

If it was my own building, I wouldn't care, but I'm just the manager.

Mr. Peters, when a man has served his time,

it's figured that justice has been done.

It'd be better for you to just think of him as Tom Dunbar.

Yeah, sure. I know what you mean.

But now, now that I know it's Tom Dunne,

that explains a few things.

Like what?

Do you know that he never moves out of that apartment?

Night and day, he just stays put all the itme.

Even has his food delivered.

Has all kinds of stuff delivered.

Boxes of things. Papers.

You know, a guy like that, he could be running

a bookie joint right out of this building.

You have any idea what the boxes contain, Mr. Peters?

No. It wasn't any of my business till now.

- Well, who delivers them? - Some kid. I don't now.

He's in and out of Dunne's apartment all the time,

bringing stuff in and taking it out again.

It all begins to fit together now.

- And that other guy. - What other guy?

He comes to see him every Wednesday, regular as clockwork.

Can you describe this man?

He's about 30, I guess.

White, average height.

Sandy hair, cut short.

And a tight mouth. Real hard character.

Listen, you guys got to help me get rid of Dunne.

I just don't want him living here.

If you've got grounds for eviction, call the City Attorney.

Otherwise, I'd suggest you leave him alone.

Thanks for the use of the phone.

What do you want to do about this?

When we get back to the station, let's run it by detective.

I read in the papers that he'd gotten out.

It's almost like he's another man.

I used to see him around some in the old days.

She's not his type.

Huh?

Sharon Blake. Big blondes with minks. That was his style.

It's funny, what she wrote in that note.

"Some other time, maybe. Some other life."

One-Adam-12, one-Adam-12, meet one-L-90 on Tac 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

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

Malloy, on Tom Dunne,

his parole officer knows he's living at the address you gave,

and he also knows about Dunne using another name.

It's cleared okay.

Roger, Mac.

Hey, look, what's his P.O. look like?

Unknown. I just talked to him on the phone.

The building manager reports that Dunne has

a regular visitor on Wednesdays.

The guy's described as a male caucasian,

medium height, sandy-colored hair.

I'll check.

Something else, Mac.

He also gets cardboard boxes full of papers

dropped off regularly by a teenage male.

They're picked up again.

Okay. Anything else?

No, that's about it.

Thanks a lot, Mac.

Hi.

Everything all right, sir?

Just a flat tire, but I got it changed. Thanks.

Oh, I got what you wanted.

The man you asked about, the one who visits Dunne.

It's his P.O. all right, Chris Bailey.

Sees him once a week, on Wednesdays.

And Dunne's clean, no matter what name he uses.

Bailey says that Dunne minds his own business,

he doesn't see any of the old sidekicks.

One thing. He insists on staying home all the time.

Bailey goes along with that.

Which is why he sees Dunne instead of the other way around.

Those boxes that are delivered to Dunne and then picked up.

He works for an addressing firm.

The boxes are full of envelopes that he addresses on his typewriter.

That's about it.

That's fine, Mac. Thanks.

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

see the man, a 415, 5424 Lomita,

apartment 11, code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Look, Dunne, it's nothing personal,

it's just the other tenants resent your being here.

You can't hang this on me.

We're not hanging anything on you.

I've got a job to do and I'm gonna do it.

This never came up till you found out who I am.

- Now, I ain't leaving. - That's what you think.

- All right, all right, settle down here. - You can't do this.

I'm glad you're here, officer.

I came here to try to get him to move out

before I'm forced to evict him.

He can't do anything to me. I served my time.

Okay, take it easy.

I keep telling him I got nothing against him, but he won't believe me.

Now I got problems with him here.

Look, Mr. Peters, I told you before,

you can't evict somebody without good cause.

Now, if you think you got grounds, call the City Attorney.

I don't own this building, I'm just the manager.

But I can say who can live here and who can't.

Look, I stay in this room, I mind my own business.

- Where do you expect me to go? - I don't care where...

All right, fellows. Now, let's just take it easy.

One at a time.

I just came here to ask him to move out.

Mr. Peters, I explained this to you once.

You can't evict a tenant unless he's gone

against the established rules of the building.

He hasn't got any reason.

I got a reason. A good reason.

This is my home. I got a right to stay here.

He stays in this room like it was a prison cell.

All right, you said you had a valid reason for evicting him.

Yeah. He's forever banging away at that typewriter.

It disturbs the other tenants.

That's my work. I gotta make a living.

- Till 3 in the morning? - That's enough.

Mr. Dunbar, I suggest you confine your typing to regular hours.

It's too late. The damage is already done.

The couple in 12 are moving out on account of the noise.

- But that's not all. - What else is there?

That girlfriend of his, that Sharon Blake.

- I want her out of here too. - You leave her out of this.

Did you see that? He's as crazy as he ever was.

He would've killed me. Now, I want him out of here by 8:00 tonight

or I'm going to the City Attorney.

Please.

You can't let that guy throw Sharon out of here.

I thought you didn't want to be bothered.

All those years in the joint,

nobody ever came to see me.

Ever wrote to me.

But that one.

She took the trouble to write.

She was the only one

who remembered me.

And I didn't even know her.

So you gotta keep him from throwing her out.

That's quite a change.

Yesterday, you wouldn't even see her.

Yeah, well, I... I got my reasons.

You don't understand how it is for me.

Why don't you tell us about it?

When you get into trouble,

you don't get out.

Oh, I got out of jail.

But that's not the end of it.

What are you talking about?

There are people who still have ideas about me.

I just don't want to get Sharon involved.

I don't want her to get hurt.

Has somebody threatened you?

I just don't want her to get hurt, that's all.

Well, if I were you, I'd cut out the late typing.

I'll cut it out. Believe me, I'll cut it out.

As long as I'm inside, I'm safe.

Okay.

One-Adam-12, clear.

One-Adam-12, clear.

What do you think about Tom Dunne? He's still paying for his life.

Trouble is, he's hurting other people.

Yeah, Sharon Blake.

So why don't we stop by and see her?

She works as a waitress in Donna's Coffee House, right up the street.

Been doing your homework, haven't you?

Just routine. I found that out when I questioned her.

On a code 7.

All units in the vicinity and one-Adam-59,

a 211 just occurred at the Acme Liquor Store,

Freeman and Moorpark.

One male caucasian, medium height,

wearing stocking mask, blue shirt,

black pants. Vehicle is a 1965 dark green Malibu

with extensive damage to the left rear side.

Rear bumper is hanging.

License 157 Ida Charles Victor.

Last seen heading east on Van Nuys.

One-Adam-59, handle code 2.

One-Adam-12 to one-L-90.

Whatever happened to our cop instinct?

This is one-L-90. Go.

Mac, on that 211 just reported,

we spotted a car matching that description yesterday.

That driver was changing a tire in the 3000 block of Palmer.

Did you get a good look at the driver?

Yeah. He's a white guy.

About 35 years old.

Black hair, blue eyes.

He was wearing a white shirt and brown pants.

Nobody at the scene of the 211 saw his face.

If we turn the guy, you two could be the only ones to identify him.

Roger, Mac.

How about that?

Hi.

Oh, hi.

You fellows get around.

You following me or something?

No, just hungry.

Listen, if you came by to check up on me,

don't worry, I'm not gonna pull anything like I did again.

I already tried that twice, and it just doesn't work.

We're glad to hear it.

We get a couple of sandwiches?

Well, sure. We got health food.

I personally recommend the veggie burger.

Look, could I just get a regular hamburger?

Mm-hmm. How 'bout you?

Okay. I'll have a veggie burger on whole wheat.

All right.

Um, could I talk to you guys for just a minute?

Sure.

I suppose you might have heard

that Peters is threatening to evict Tom and me.

Yeah, we heard.

He's a weird guy, that Peters.

I've always had this thing about Tom.

Even when he was a bigshot and he didn't know I existed.

And I knew what he was, too.

Then, when he was sent up,

everybody forgot about him.

Everybody did. Except me.

And I knew he was all alone,

and I just wanted him to know

he had a friend no matter what.

Did you visit him while he was in prison?

No. I sent him things.

You know, gifts and long letters.

The strange thing,

we had a better thing going when he was still in prison.

I had something to look forward to.

Now, I haven't even got that.

But why are you guys so interested in Tom?

I mean, he's an ex-racketeer,

he's an ex-con.

What should you care what happens to him?

Tom seems to think that there are some people after him, Sharon.

People? Who?

His old buddies?

Yeah, maybe.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

They couldn't care less.

Besides, they're either dead or they're in prison

or they're out of the rackets.

That's just the way he feels.

He seems to think that they're after him, and that you'll get hurt.

That's why he doesn't want you around him.

I better get your order.

One-Adam-12, one-Adam-12, meet one-W-4.

3121 Lincoln. Identification of 211 suspect.

Approach from the west, code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Sounds like they spotted our man.

Reed, Malloy.

Is that the car you saw?

That's it.

Well, we know it's the one used in the liquor store robbery,

but nobody made out the suspect himself.

I understand you got a look at him.

We saw a man with that car.

Well, we found it parked there.

It's not stolen, so we hope the owner's around someplace.

Maybe you can stick around with us for a while.

Glad to help.

Looks like we're not gonna have to wait too long.

Police officer. I'd like to talk to you.

Sure. What did you want to talk about?

That car.

That car?

What about that car?

You have the keys to it, sir.

I don't know what you mean.

Hello.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right, anything...

Hey. About Tom Dunne.

His P.O. gave me another bit on him.

Says he's been claiming his old pals want to kill him.

But Bailey figures it's all in Dunne's imagination.

And the situation was made a little worse

by the pressure that Peters has put on him.

Having Sharon try to commit suicide twice probably didn't help.

Bailey feels that Dunne's got delusions of grandeur.

He never really knew enough about mob activities to talk about.

And he can't accept the fact that they've forgotten him.

So he's fabricated this myth that they're out to get him.

Well, the P.O.'s arranged for a county psychiatrist to examine him.

Sergeant MacDonald.

Yep. Yeah, just a minute, he's right here. Reed?

Yeah, Officer Reed.

Right, okay. Just calm down, we'll be right over.

Right.

Sharon Blake. Tom Dunne just took a shot at the manager

and barricaded himself in his apartment.

- I'll meet you there. - All right. 5424 Lomita Boulevard.

We sealed off the street.

- Okay, give it a try. - He tried to kill me.

Around the back.

- Is he still in there? - Yeah.

Don't kill him.

Dunne, the police.

Come on out with your hands up.

You want to kill me.

You think I'm gonna talk to the law.

Tom, it's Malloy and Reed.

Nobody wants to kill you.

What do you mean, nobody wants to kill me?

Tom, you can't get away.

Come on out.

Come out nothing!

You guys got a contract, you're gonna have to earn it.

You're afraid of me.

You're afraid of Tom Dunne.

Afraid of Tom Dunne.

Well, maybe it's better this way.

I can look forward to when he gets out again.

I can go back to the way it was.

Send him things.

Gifts. Long letters.

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