06x13 - Southwest Division

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FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO: One-Adam-. One-Adam-, a in progress.

One-Adam-, handle code .

[SIREN WAILING]

One-Adam-. Day watch clear.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-, clear.

-What have you got? -Kick backs from yesterday.

How many?

Everything we wrote.

What's wrong?

The date, I thought yesterday was the st.

Ah, yesterday was the st.

Yeah, I know. Mac explained that to me when he handed me these.

Thirty days hath September, April, June and November.

Hey, Pete, back off. Half of these are yours.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-. One-Adam-.

See the man, business dispute.

Southwest corner of Vale and Seventh. Code .

Roger that, will you, Pete?

One-Adam-, roger.

EDNA: This is a neighborhood where there are lots of children.

And naked women! You must not allow that to be shown.

POCHEK: I'm an artist, I paint what I feel!

Perversion, that's what it is!

Officers! Thank goodness you're here!

Yes, ma'am, what's your problem?

He's putting up dirty pictures!

-Could I have your name? -Edna Digby.

Miss Digby, would you put that down, please?

Are you taking his side?

Ma'am, we're not taking anyone's side.

She's naked!

-Are you ashamed of your body? -Oh! Uh!

Miss Digby, if you don't stop swinging this thing,

we're going to have to arrest you.

Arrest me? Arrest him!

He painted that dirty picture.

It's not dirty.

Evil is in the eye of the beholder.

[EXCLAIMS]

You hear what he said to me?

All right, just calm down.

Do you have a business permit from the City Clerk's office to display here?

I'm a law-abiding artist.

This is the right permit, Mr. Pochek but it's dated last year.

You see? You see, lock him up.

Miss Digby, if you don't stop interfering we may have to lock you up.

-Me? -Yes, ma'am, for disturbing the peace.

And you both look so clean cut.

[HUFFING]

Eighteen dollars I paid for this last year.

I'm a pensioner.

I only got eight dollars.

I came to this country years ago.

A land of opportunity, I was told. It's a land of permits.

I guess it seems that way sometimes but you're gonna have to get this renewed.

Mr. Pochek,

is this painting for sale?

POCHEK: You like it?

Well, yeah, I do.

You'd like to buy it?

Maybe, if the price is right.

Ten dollars.

Okay, Mr. Pochek, you've got a deal.

Officer, you are a man of vision.

See that you have that permit renewed.

I'll send my friend down right away.

Okay, that'll be fine.

You've got a good eye, Pete.

-It's a nice-looking painting. -Oh, come on!

No, I really mean it. The guy's got a lot of talent.

Jim, I only bought it because I felt sorry for the old guy. It's a dumb painting.

I think it's great. It shows a lot of inner feeling.

-The man's an amateur. -Wrong!

You paid him for the painting. That makes him a professional.

Pete.

MAN: What do you think you are doing?

[MEN ARGUING]

All right, fellas. Break it up!

This guy was trying to steal my gum ball machine.

I was not. I was just trying to get a coin out of it.

You hear that. He admits it.

It isn't enough I gotta watch for kid shoplifters inside.

Now I gotta worry about full-grown men ripping nickels off my gum ball machines

out here on the street!

-Why were you trying to get the money out? -I was...

JOHNSON: To steal money!

It don't take a Sherlock Holmes to figure that one out.

Why don't you guys earn your salary and haul him out of here?

Why don't you back off and let him answer?

My boy put a coin in the machine.

That's what they're for!

You put a coin in, you get a toy out.

You get your toy, kid?

Good! Case closed. Take him away.

-What's your name? -Ernest Fields.

Mr. Fields, if your son put a coin in the machine and got a toy out,

it sounds like a fair exchange to me.

Not when the coin was a five-dollar gold piece.

It's worth at least dollars in today's market.

My son got into my coin collection this morning.

We'll talk about that when I get him home.

Why didn't you just go inside and ask this man to open up the machine?

I've been in his store. I don't know. I just didn't think he'd do it.

Listen, mister. Not only are you a crook,

but you're a lousy judge of character.

Take it.

You are free to go after you give me a nickel for the toy.

Thank you.

Officers?

-Yes, Mr. Fields. -Just a minute.

I want to apologize for that scene back there.

I lost my cool.

It's all right. It could have been a very serious situation.

I know, but all I could think of at the time was my coin collection

and my expensive gold piece in that dumb machine.

I just want to thank you again.

That's all right.

Come on, Son.

Say, that's a beautiful painting.

What is it, stolen property or something?

No.

Well, it's very impressive.

It looks like a Ge-ohm, is it?

It's a Pochek.

Oh, really? Pochek?

He certainly has great sensitivity, hasn't he?

Well, thanks again. Come on, Son.

One-Adam-, clear.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-, clear.

You heard the man. A very sensitive painting.

Reed, the guy was a coin collector, not an art critic.

What difference does that make? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

That painting is completely void of any comprehension whatsoever.

Oh, come on, Pete. How can you say that?

It's one of the most beautiful scenes in the world.

-What? -A mother nursing her child.

Oh!

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-, One-Adam-, see the woman.

Prowler, there now.

San Miguel. Code .

One-Adam-, roger.

I'm Officer Malloy. This is Officer Reed.

I'm Doris Sutton. This way please.

Down there, in the alley!

MALLOY: I don't see anyone, Mrs. Sutton.

Miss Sutton.

Well, down there by the fenced yard.

The fellow with the telescope. You see?

Yes, ma'am.

He is looking through a telescope, all right.

He certainly is. He's been all over the neighborhood.

Was he up here?

Not yet. That's why I called you.

I saw him coming.

So I see.

Oh, prepared. I'm always prepared.

I've been a single woman all my life and I've had to learn to cope!

Nothing much gets past me, I'll tell you.

We'll go talk to the man.

What are you doing, mister?

[SIGHS]

You know, the last guy who sneaked up on me like that got a couple of busted ribs.

Mister.

No kidding.

What are you doing here, anyway?

We got a complaint of a Peeping Tom.

It figures. A Peeping Tom.

Why not a peeping person?

I'll tell you why not.

'Cause you men have had it wired all the way.

Look, do you mind if I ask you what are you doing with the telescope?

I'm reading the meters.

Oh, you're a meter man.

Uh-huh. See what I mean?

Peeping Tom and a meter-man.

Well, chump, you're looking at a meter lady.

Department of Water and Power.

And if you're wondering why I'm reading meters from out here,

take a look at that.

[DOG BARKING]

-Oh, yeah. -[WHISTLING]

I see what you mean.

You're gonna see a lot more before we're through.

Peeping Tom, meter-man, postman, milkman.

Well, Big Brother maybe watching now,

but pretty soon Big Sister hits the scene.

Oh, she may be here already.

One-Adam-, clear.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-, clear.

-I can hear it now. -What?

The day the call comes out "Family dispute, see the person."

Yeah. I don't think she would have understood the painting.

I don't think you understand the painting.

Oh, come on, Pete. Of course I do.

It's a mother and child. I love it.

If you love it so much, why don't you buy it?

Okay. I'll give you the bucks when we get back to the station.

Wait a minute.

A painting is an investment. Its value increases with time.

-How much? -Fifteen bucks.

Fifteen bucks?

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-, One-Adam-, man with a crowbar,

Cimarron, code .

One-Adam-, roger.

Listen, Sanchez,

you're gonna be minus a chair and a head

if you don't get out of my way.

All right, mister, back off!

Listen, Officer, you got no part in this. This is private!

I'm not going to tell you again. Back off!

All right, just keep calm.

I'm calm. Now, drop it!

[METAL CLINKING]

Now, what's going on here?

-He's trying to wreck my house. -That's a lie!

I'm talking to him.

-What's your name, sir? -Antonio Sanchez.

Would you please explain what's going on?

Sure. He came here with a crowbar and tried to widen my door.

-Why would he do that? -To get my sofa out!

-Your sofa? -My sofa! See here?

Conditional sales contract.

Fifteen payments on time or I have the right to repossess.

He only made payments.

He rebuilt the doors, front and back, six inches narrower.

I can't get my sofa out!

Is that true, Mister Sanchez?

-It's my house. -It's an obvious attempt to defraud me!

SANCHEZ: Defraud?

Look who's talking about defrauding.

This one, he sells cheap furniture at high prices and why do we buy from him?

Credit!

He's one of the few who give credit.

And what do I get for my generosity?

Rich!

You should see the phony charges he puts on.

Are you aware of the new truth in lending law?

Don't try to pull that one on me.

I'm not charging one percent interest over legal limits.

SANCHEZ: Except for a few special charges.

Ten percent delivery fee, five percent repossession contingency.

You signed the contract!

And I would pay despite the fact you are a crook.

But I'm a carpenter.

I was laid off last month.

That's not my problem.

REED: I'm afraid it is, sir.

What do you mean by that?

This gives you right to repossess his furniture

but it doesn't say you have the right to widen his door.

That's legal hogwash!

It may be. But you'd better get a lawyer

because we can't let you destroy his door.

For two lousy payments? A lawyer would charge times what he owes me.

I'm afraid that's your problem.

Get out of here!

[SCATTERED APPLAUSE]

Jim, you really like that painting, don't you?

I told you I did, Pete.

I know, but I thought you were putting me on.

No, a good painting says something to everybody.

This painting moves me.

Then if you like it, why don't you buy it?

I like the painting. But I don't like you ripping me off for bucks.

Reed, how can you put a price on art?

[RADIO BEEPING]

MALE DISAPTCHER: All units in the vicinity and One-Adam-.

silent, Santa Barbara and Western, at the Gridiron Bar.

-One-Adam-, handle code . -[SIREN WAILING]

One-Adam-, roger.

He's gone. He left a couple of minutes ago.

-What happened? -I'm Peter Giles. I own this place.

He knocked me down, tried to open the register,

he saw me push the alarm, he panicked and ran out without getting anything.

What did he look like?

Big guy about five-foot, ten, pounds,

name's Ed Jackson.

-You know him? -Steady customer.

We'll need a description to put on the air. How was he dressed?

Tan windbreaker, blue trousers.

I'll get this on the air.

I got his picture inside.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

That's him.

He used to play ball. That was a while ago.

Pretty good, too.

Ninety-four-yard kickoff return, East-West game right here at the Coliseum.

-Which way did he leave here? -Back door.

Driving? Or on foot?

He has a tan Chevy ', I think.

-This Jackson, had he been drinking? -Steady, for years.

Comes in every noon, starts in with the old football stories.

Couple months ago he loses his job. Started running up a big tab.

Then today he starts bugging me to borrow money.

-I take it you didn't lend him any. -Of course not.

He said he had a coaching job in Arizona and he needed the money to drive there.

Coaching!

He can't walk a straight line four days out of five.

So he took a swing at you.

Pete there's another going down at the ticket office at the Coliseum!

Come on!

-You called an ambulance? -It's on its way!

Was he driving a tan ' Chevy?

I didn't see no car! He came from inside the stadium.

I'll cover the tunnel.

Police Officer's, hold!

Woods, follow me! Kenny, stay with Reed!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Keep this sealed off!

Freeze!

[g*n CLICKING]

[ED LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

You know, I ran yards here once.

Touchdown on a kickoff! Boy they sure did cheer.

There's nobody cheering now, friend.

Wait a minute.

Watch your head.

-Nice end run, Reed. -Thanks.

Hey, Pete. That's great.

-You like it? -I sure do. You want to sell it?

Fifteen bucks.

This is exactly what I've been looking for.

I've got a picture at home of a lion on black velvet.

This frame will fit it perfectly.

[SCOFFS]

Here's an early Christmas present for you partner.