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One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12,
a 211 in progress.
One-Adam-12, handle code 3.
♪♪
Mr. Warren, I've drawn a chalk line on the concrete.
I want you to start there, walk heel to toe down to the other end,
turn around, come back the same way.
Come on, fellas, I told you the reason why I swerved the way I did.
A cat ran in front of my car, a black cat.
It didn't take much time to sour my luck, did it?
Just walk the line, Mr. Warren.
Now suppose I don't want to.
Mr. Warren, we already suspect you of being under the influence of alcohol.
If you're not, the best thing you can do to help us is to cooperate.
Just what I need.
Shall I start at this end?
Yes, sir. Heel to toe.
Maybe there was a cat.
Well, did I pass?
One more little test for you, Mr. Warren.
Stand straight, feet together,
put your arms straight out from your sides,
close your eyes, tilt your head back.
Touch the tip of your nose with your right index finger.
Now the left index finger.
Okay?
Yes, sir, you did fine.
I told you fellas I only had one drink,
and that was before dinner.
Yes, sir, but we did find this open bottle of liquor
on the floorboard of your car.
That's against the law. We could write you a ticket for it.
I'm telling you, officers, I didn't know it was there.
My boy used the car last night.
Wait till I get home.
He'll have some explaining to do.
How old is your son, Mr. Warren?
Nineteen.
You're free to go, but if I were you,
I'd keep the keys to my car in my pocket
till he learns to obey the law.
You can bet on that, officers.
Thanks a lot.
Mr. Warren.
Don't forget the evidence.
I'd keep it locked in the trunk of your car till you get home, okay?
I certainly will.
Liable to wrap it around the fool boy's head
when I get home, too.
One Adam-12, clear.
One Adam-12, Roger.
- So what happened then? - You mean with the car?
Yeah. You going to buy it or not?
About 40 minutes ago, we were 25 bucks apart.
I had to go to work, so I walked out.
He wants 625.
Why don't you just pay him the other 25 and close the deal?
Pete, it's not the money, it's the principle of the thing.
The car's only worth 600 bucks.
I don't want to wind up on anybody's sucker list.
You're on mine.
That's different. I have to humor you.
That's a strange place to park.
Somebody was sure in a hurry.
Get out of here!
Get out!
Get out of here!
This is One Adam-12 requesting backup at 8260 Alvin Street.
One Adam-12, Roger.
Any unit in the vicinity, backup One Adam-12.8260 Alvin Street.
Code two.
Shots fired inside. Cover the back.
Police officers.
Throw out your guns,
and come out with your hands on top of your head.
You in the back room, throw out your gun,
and come out with your hands on top of your head.
Maybe they got each other.
Both hands on top of your head.
I can't. I'm hurt.
Don't move.
Turn around.
Did I...
Is he...
Is he dead?
Okay, you can turn back.
Oh, my God.
The dead man's name is Larry Whitley.
He just got out of County after doing a year for ADW.
He was married to Johnson's daughter.
She divorced him when he was convicted and sent up.
According to what Johnson said,
Whitley blamed him for breaking the marriage up.
Called him, told him he was going to kill him.
Looks like he tried.
Johnson could have saved himself a lot of grief
with a phone call, couldn't he?
He didn't think he was serious.
He thought he was just blowing off steam.
Whitley had been drinking.
Found these in his car.
Reds.
Well, the post-mortem will tell whether he was high.
Malloy, let's take another look at that bedroom door.
Officer, could you phone my daughter for me, please?
No question about it. Those are exit holes.
The door was closed, Whitley fired the shots from the hallway.
You sure the shots came from the handgun first?
Yeah. First the two pistol shots, then the shotgun.
Lucky for Johnson you and your partner were on the scene.
Wonder what's holding up the lab crew?
Saturday night.
Yeah.
I forgot about that.
I want to run by that used car lot.
Again?
Yeah, again.
It was still there an hour ago.
I just want to have another look at it.
I thought you were going to sit back and just play it cool.
I am.
I'm not going to go in. I just want to cruise by.
If the guy sees you cruising by,
he knows you're on the hook. He'll never come down.
I told him $600 and not a penny more, and I walked out.
When we get back to the station,
there'll be a phone message that he wants me to come back in and talk again.
He wants to sell this thing as bad as I want to buy it.
- You really think so? - I know so.
Jim, how many times have you walked out like that
in the last week?
Pete, I'm not exactly new to this thing.
He'll call me back, believe me.
I'm sure of it.
And you're sure you want to roll by?
Pete, I've got this guy in my pocket.
Now slow down.
- Don't go too slow. - Will you make up your mind?
That's good.
I don't see it.
It was right out here in front.
Maybe he moved it around back.
Somebody could be out test driving it.
Jim.
You're right. He probably moved it around back.
He knew we'd cruise by, and he wanted to make me nervous.
Get me to come back in.
I think I know this guy.
He wears a loud, checkered coat,
a big, flashy smile, and calls everybody "pally."
That's him.
All units in the vicinity of One Adam-12,
One Adam-12, car stripper there now.
10849 Wakeman. Code two.
One Adam-12, Roger.
Jim.
You should have quit when you were ahead, buddy.
Out.
Turn around, put your hands on top of your head.
- Well? - Well what?
- Did he call? - Did who call?
Oh, didn't call, huh?
Pete, he'll call. He just wants me to sweat it.
That way, he thinks he'll only have to split the difference with me.
But you're not sweating it, right?
Of course not. It's only the second car.
If I don't get this one, I'll get another one.
And we're just spending all this time driving by that used car lot
because it's a high-crime area, huh?
Pete, remember that outboard you bought?
Here it comes.
Okay, so lay off.
All I'm saying is the guy isn't going to wait around like this
for half of $25. He's not going to call.
- You want to bet? - Sure.
Okay, I'll tell you what.
I'll bet you the $25 I save on the car.
Why don't we just make it five?
No confidence, huh?
Let's go.
Bring the book.
Step up on the sidewalk, please.
Hey, what's the problem, fellas?
You were speeding. May I see your license, please?
Oh, sure. Glad to.
How do you like that?
I must've left my wallet at home.
Do you have any identification?
Uh, no, it's in my wallet.
Does the car belong to you?
No, a friend of mine. He left town and let me use it.
Is the registration in the car?
Yeah, in the glove compartment. I'll get it for you.
My partner will get it, if you don't mind.
Sure. Go ahead.
What's your name, sir?
George Baker.
Your height and weight.
Six-one, 185.
Date of birth.
December 31, 1931.
Pete.
Car's registered to a John William Barrows.
- Run them both. - Right.
Hey, fellas, you mind hurrying it up?
I've got a dinner date tonight.
Is the lady picking up the tab?
What do you mean by that?
You forgot your wallet. Who's going to pay the bill?
Ah, come on now.
This is One Adam-12 requesting clear frequency to run one.
One Adam-12, Roger.
All units on frequency one, stand by.
One Adam-12, go ahead.
No Cal.
George Baker, male, Caucasian.
Brown, blue, 6'1", 185.
Date of birth: 12-31-31.
Also request wants and warrants on
Cal 765 Ocean Sam Victor.
One Adam-12, Roger. 765 Ocean Sam Victor.
Look, uh, I'm in a hurry.
Why don't you give me a ticket and let me get on my way?
This won't take long.
One Adam-12, Roger.
Pete.
There's nothing on Baker, but there are warrants on the car.
Bail's set at $932.
22 parking and one moving violation.
George Baker.
John Barrows.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
Yeah.
Could take him in for no operator's license.
Maybe we can spook him.
Turn around, put your hands on top of your head.
Turn around and put your hands on top of your head.
- He's clean. - Cuff him.
What's the matter, you guys crazy or something?
We ran you through C.I.I.
San Francisco P.D. has a warrant on George Baker for armed robbery.
Come on, that's got to be a mistake.
Same name, same physical description.
I doubt if it's a mistake.
If it's a mistake, it'll only take a couple of days
to clear it up. Put him in the car.
Come on, look.
My name isn't Baker. It's Barrows.
I pulled that birth date and name out of a hat.
What would you want to do a thing like that for?
Come on, just a little gag.
If your name is Barrows, can you prove it?
Sure. My wallet and my identification
are right under the front seat of the car.
Go look.
Well, how about that? His name is Barrows.
Afraid we've made a mistake.
You bet your life you made a mistake.
Wait till my lawyer hears about this.
Come on, take these things off.
We'll do that, Mr. Barrows, just as soon as we get you down to the station.
Station? What for?
$932 in traffic warrants. Let's go.
No, I was just curious.
If he calls, have him get a hold of me here at the station.
Right.
How late is that place open?
Till midnight.
We still have two hours left.
You want to press the bet?
No, it's fine.
Okay. Let's get back out there.
He'll call.
Did I say anything?
Listen, Pete, I got this guy psyched.
You sure it isn't the other way around?
One Adam-12, One Adam-12,
attempt 211 just occurred at the motel.
2937 Vale Boulevard. Code two.
One Adam-12, Roger.
Suspect is armed with an automatic, possibly a .45.
Suspect vehicle is a cream-colored convertible
with the top down.
Unknown make or year.
KMA.
One Adam-12, Roger.
All units, additional on the attempt 211
from 2937 Vale Boulevard.
Suspect is armed with an automatic, possibly a .45.
How's he doing?
He's gone into shock.
That's the owner with him.
Here's the loot... $22 and some loose change.
Punk was so busy getting his kicks beating up the old man,
he ran off and forgot the money.
All units in the vicinity of One Adam-45,
a 211 in progress at the motel.
3250 Vale Boulevard.
Pete, let's roll!
- What is it? - Another motel holdup.
This is One Adam-12 on backup on One Adam-45
at 3250 Vale Boulevard.
One Adam-12, Roger.
Might be the same guy.
Pete.
I see it.
Freeze, mister. Drop the gun! Right now.
Flat on your face. Move!
It's a woman this time. I'll get an ambulance.
Call an ambulance.
Hey, Reed, a guy named Wilson called.
Said if you get in before midnight to call him at that number.
Thanks, Woods.
Mr. Wilson, please.
Yeah, Mr. Wilson, this is Jim Reed.
I got your message.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah?
First, give me the five dollars.
What did he say? He come down the whole 25?
No.
He said that he sold the car to a guy from Sacramento
earlier this evening.
Give me back the five dollars.
No.
That wasn't the bet.
The bet was whether or not he'd call back.
He called back. You lose.
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