07x24 - Something Worth Dying For: Part 2

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

One-Adam-, handle code .

[SIREN WAILING]

You sure the doctor said it's okay to go back in the field?

MALLOY: Mmm-hmm.

Seems to me you ought to take another month of light duty.

You sound like Judy.

She getting on you about it?

She wouldn't mind seeing me behind a desk, permanently.

Why not?

[CHUCKLES] The desk she has in mind is in a hardware store in Fresno.

[LAUGHS] I can just picture that.

-What'd you say? -I told her no.

I've been getting the same kind of static from Jean.

And you getting a purple heart didn't help any.

It didn't do me much good either.

Problem is I'm beginning to agree with her.

What are you talking about?

If nobody bought stolen property,

thieves wouldn't have a market, right?

And who do they sell to?

The same people who pay us, the public.

I don't know. I think there is such a thing as an honest citizen.

Yeah.

I guess what I'm saying is there's no such thing as equal justice under the law.

The hypocrisy of the whole thing is beginning to get to me.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: All units in the vicinity and One-Adam-.

A in progress.

, North Burbank.

One-Adam-, handle code .

One-Adam , roger.

[SIREN WAILING]

Oh, he's gone.

Can you give us a description?

Sure.

-Just a second. -All right.

He was young, white,

about or .

He stood about six foot and, uh...

He was wearing a floppy hat,

blue T-shirt, blue jeans and platform shoes.

Black hair, brown eyes.

What did he take?

$..

The entire fund we raised to operate that place this month.

Was it in big bills?

No. Fives and tens, a few twenties.

I'll put it on the air.

Why don't you take the crime report.

Thank you.

More paperwork?

-Yeah. -Come inside then.

Did he force the door to get in?

Oh, no. The place is falling apart.

The landlord could care less.

Was there anything else taken besides the money?

$ is enough.

Excuse me.

What are these for?

Oh! We have the extra cords to make it easier to move the machines around.

That would help.

Let's get the paperwork done, okay?

Sure.

How did it happen anyway?

Oh, sure.

He came in through the front door, to my office,

and waved a g*n in my face.

I figured my life was worth more than $,

so I gave it to him.

Then I called the police.

Anybody else see him?

I was alone.

When does the school open?

Around noon.

Most of the students are teenage girls

or women with children, trapped at home.

That's what Skills for Tomorrow is all about.

I think this pretty much sums up what you told me.

If you'd read it and please sign here.

Oh.

You've got a lot of expensive equipment here.

Are you sure nothing else was taken?

Just the money.

Looks like somebody really did a number on you.

The maid wasn't in this week.

How long has the school been in operation, Ms. Newton?

I haven't noticed it before.

Well, six months or so.

But up until last week, we operated out of the neighborhood center.

I guess we should have stayed there.

Thank you both again.

You get the feeling she wasn't too happy to see us?

One-Adam-. Show us out to the station.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One Adam-, roger.

Struck out.

-You want some coffee? -Yeah, thanks.

Jim, I put a request of burglary downtown.

If they turn anything, they'll let me know.

I think we'd be better off to check with Chicago or Minneapolis.

Why?

That seems to be the pattern.

Stuff that's ripped off in LA, are usually sold out of town

and vice-versa.

You gonna take the investigator's exam?

I've been thinking about it.

Well, I don't want to be the one to stifle your ambitions

but would you mind thinking about it on your own time.

I need your unit on the street.

-Anything? -No.

Listen, you guys, really think you've got anything here?

Look, Mac, the backdoor was jimmied and half the typewriters were gone.

That lady wasn't too interested in seeing us.

Then why did she report a theft at all?

Well, we don't think she did.

She said she was alone but we saw her in the alley with a young girl.

It could fit.

Girl wouldn't have known the typewriters were hot.

She could've called.

So Miss Newton would have to come up with a cover story.

You know, it seems like you guys are putting a lot of effort

into something that just may be not worth it.

Well, we got to start somewhere.

Okay.

If I hear anything from downtown, I'll let you know.

Thanks.

Are you serious about taking the investigator's exam?

I think I can hack it.

Sure, if you hit the books for a while.

Besides, it'll mean a couple more bucks.

And a desk.

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

See the security guard. A , there now.

Flashman, at the warehouse.

Code .

One-Adam-, roger.

Two of 'em. Boy and a girl.

They looked like a nice young couple.

He may have a g*n, I'm not sure.

He sure popped me with something.

Call an ambulance and cover the back.

Sure.

What's stored inside?

Dummies, mannequins,

but I don't know who'd want to steal those.

Anything else?

No. Not that I know of.

If you don't mind, I'll stay out here.

The owner's on his way.

[g*n FIRES]

Police officers.

Throw your weapons out and come out with your hands on top of your head.

There's nothing in here worth getting sh*t over.

ANGIE: Then go away and leave us alone!

Throw your weapons out and come out with your hands on top of your head.

ANGIE: No way!

Angie, please, it's not worth it anymore.

It is to me.

REED: There's no reason for anybody to get hurt here.

Building's surrounded. There's no way out of here.

ANGIE: You don't scare me!

-[g*n FIRES] -JO ANNE: Angie, please don't!

Angie, there's no way you're gonna get out of here.

ANGIE: I don't think you'd sh**t a girl.

JO ANNE: Angie, stop it.

MALLOY: Freeze!

Now drop the g*n! Throw it down!

Face down on the ground.

Come on, both of you.

-You okay? -Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

Listen, I wanna thank you fellas for what you did.

-Are you the owner? -Harold Thompson.

Do you know somebody named Jo Anne Thompson?

That's my daughter. Why?

She and her boyfriend are the ones that broke in.

HAROLD: Okay, get out of there.

I'm afraid they can't do that, sir.

Look, it's my property

and I'm not gonna file charges against my own daughter.

Well, in the first place,

we don't even know what they were doing in there.

Well, I have an office in there and there's some money in the safe.

Is that what you were after? To steal from your own father?

What are you so steamed up about?

Your insurance will cover it.

We were going to run away. Get married.

You punk.

She's only . I told you before to stay away from her.

You have no right to tell me to stay away from anybody.

You ought to put him under the jail.

They were in it together.

HAROLD: Then let 'em both go. No harm done.

I can deal with him later.

Listen, they assaulted your security guard

and they took a couple of sh*ts at us.

I can take care of him, I'll give him a bonus.

They didn't hurt anybody, did they?

Come on, fellas.

What if this was your daughter?

This is going to k*ll her mother.

At least she won't be getting sh*t at.

This is really gonna make great conversation at the Country Club.

Hey, I got this from burglar division.

It's a list of electric typewriters stolen in New Jersey four months ago.

A truck load.

Gonna ask that lady to let you look at her machines?

I doubt Miss Newton would let us.

There's no way we're gonna get a warrant. We may as well ask her.

Is it okay if I hang onto this?

Sure.

Hey, rehearsal for the presentation is tomorrow at :.

-I know. -Did you reserve a table?

Yeah, for eight.

Jean's coming, isn't she?

-Yeah, she's gonna try. -Good, hope she can make it.

Judy's coming.

You have to twist her arm?

No, actually she's curious to see what you get because I got sh*t.

[CHUCKLES]

It's no big thing.

Well, it was a lot to me.

You know, it seems kind of ridiculous, me getting a medal.

I was just doing my job.

It was a little more than that.

I know they don't pass those things out like paperclips.

I wish Jean saw it that way.

The only part she can see is you might have been k*lled, huh?

Yeah.

She does have a point.

A Medal of Valor is not gonna keep her warm on a cold night.

Why don't we take a run by and see the typewriter lady?

Miss Newton isn't here.

-Do you work here? -I'm, Miss Newton's assistant, Kate Gordon.

Look, maybe you can give us a hand, Ms. Gordon.

I can't tell you anymore than she did.

Well, it's not about the robbery.

We're investigating another burglary.

Do you mind if we take a look at these?

Well, I guess there's no harm if you just take a look, is there?

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

They wanted to look at the typewriters.

This machine was stolen about four months ago in New Jersey.

You mind telling us where you got it?

They're all stolen, aren't they?

That's why you lied to him about the burglar who took the other ones.

I'm sorry, Kate.

[SIGHS]

Do you know how much trouble it is

to raise the money to run this place?

Free tuition for any woman and girl who walks through that door?

So I tried to cut a few corners, pick up a bargain.

I guess all I really did was finance some thieves.

Jean! I'm home!

Hi, honey.

JEAN: Hello.

[REED SIGHING]

Where's Jimmy?

He's spending the night with Kevin.

Look, we've got to talk about it.

JEAN: Why don't we just forget it.

REED: What good will that do?

What's done is done and there's nothing we can do about it.

You can keep it from happening again.

How? By quitting my job?

One of these days there's going to be a knock on the door

and it'll be Pete or Mac,

or some other cop is going to be standing there,

his hat in his hand.

And he's going to tell me that you're not going to come home anymore.

Or that you're crippled.

Why?

Why do you have to do it?

[SNIFFLES]

Does wearing a badge mean that much to you?

You knew I was going to be a cop when we got married.

I knew you were going to wear a badge.

I didn't know you were going to get married to it.

Dinner's almost ready.

Forget dinner!

Let's get this thing settled!

All right!

Before we were always talking about somebody else.

It was Pete this time.

I can't think of anything, that's worth you dying for.

I can!

For what? The public? They don't care.

To them you're not even a person. You're just a policeman.

I want you to come to the presentation tomorrow.

Why? To meet the widows?

[DOOR SLAMMING]

Jean!

-Hi! -Hi!

Hope you got good seats. There's quite a crowd.

Right down front.

I never saw so many policemen in one place before.

You better keep an eye on her, Pete.

She really goes for men in uniform.

So I've been told.

You don't need to worry.

I'll wait for you guys at the table. Mary's already staked it out.

Jean called me this morning.

She and Jim had a knock-down- drag-out last night.

I know.

I guess it's different when you're married.

It's not just academic anymore.

Sooner or later, every cop considers pulling the pin

and turning in the badge for good.

Except you. You'll be buried in that uniform.

Maybe, but it seems to fit me better than a business suit.

Sometimes I just don't understand you.

I know for a fact you're not a saint

but you've got this compulsion to be a martyr.

You got it wrong. Actually, I'm a pretty selfish guy.

You see, somebody's got to protect you and David, Jean and little Jimmy.

And it just so happens that that somebody is me.

I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it

and wasn't good at it.

[BAND STARTS PLAYING]

Come on or they'll start without us.

Band sounds pretty good.

Not bad for a bunch of cops.

Hi, Pam, Louise.

Did you ever see so much brass?

Who's running the store?

I was kind of hoping you were.

And miss seeing Reed stumble over his own feet?

Are you kidding?

Where's Jean?

[SIGHS]

I almost got one, once, you know.

For the time I took a slug.

Pete remembers it, don't you Pete?

Mmm-hmm.

I guess getting sh*t is something to be proud of.

No. Not necessarily.

But it isn't something to be ashamed of either.

[DRUM ROLL]

[BAND PLAYING]

The City of Los Angeles was one year old when in

a man named Samuel Whiting assumed office as City Marshall.

He was the entire Los Angeles Police Department,

serving a community of people.

Our population today approaches the three million mark.

But law enforcement, when the chips are down

continued to remain the responsibility of just one man.

The line officer. The cop on the b*at.

He starts his watch certain only of at least eight more hours of uncertainty.

We have long since learned to turn to him instinctively for help.

And he instinctively responds.

He is denied the luxury of choice

because on the day he became a policeman

he made an irrevocable commitment

to place the public good

above any and all personal considerations.

There are few who envy the cop for his job.

But fewer by far are those among us who will ever know

the supreme satisfaction that must be his

in the knowledge that he is performing a service so essential

that without him our city,

our homes and our lives

would enter an endless nightmare of fear and panic.

Only when that essential service

involves extreme peril to the life of the officer

or to the life of another human being

and only when the officer possesses an awareness

that the action he takes may save a life

at the risk of his own,

does the Department regard him as eligible

for its most cherished award,

the Medal of Valor.

So it is that the ceremony we are to witness,

officially recognizes acts of heroism above and beyond

the demands of duty

as performed over the past year by six officers

of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Congratulations, Smith.

[GUESTS APPLAUDING]

During the late evening hours of March ,

Officer James A. Reed and his partner,

assigned to a plainclothes narcotics detail,

attempted to arrest two suspects wanted in connection with a series

of narcotics-related burglaries.

Upon identifying themselves and entering the suspect's residence,

they were fired upon.

When other officers responded to the sh**ting,

one of them was wounded by the suspects and fell to the floor

in a no-man's land between the suspects and the officers.

Faced with the alternative of seeking cover

or attempting to rescue the fallen officer,

Officer Reed unhesitatingly chose the latter course.

He placed his life on the line

to save an unconscious fellow officer

who was in peril of an immediate and violent death.

Officer Reed's skill, courage and determination

reflect the highest tradition

of the Los Angeles Police Department

and are hereby acknowledged

with gratitude and with pride.

Congratulations, Jim, you're a very brave man.

Ladies and gentlemen, your Medal of Valor winners.

To them we owe our thanks.

With gratitude and with pride.