05x10 - The Chaser

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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.



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 g*n.

I saw it when he
opened his coat.

Are you sure?

I know a g*n 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.



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 w*apon.

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 g*n permit's
not valid in California,

so leave the g*n 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 g*n 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?



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 Kn*fe.

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.



Phone is 621-8997.

Would you repeat that
telephone number again, please?



- 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


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 Kn*fe,
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 Kn*fe.

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 g*n.

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 g*n.

We're not arresting you for
carrying a concealed w*apon.

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.