06x19 - Routine Patrol: The Drug Store Cowboys

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

One-Adam-, handle code .

[SIREN WAILING]

One-Adam-, P.M. watch, clear.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-, clear.

Where were you yesterday? I called around :, no answer.

-Went down to La Jolla. -What for?

Dinner.

Too bad you missed a great pork roast.

Sorry. Thanks, anyway.

Where'd you eat?

The Bayview. We had scampi.

Who'd you take?

Terri Bryant. She's an airline stewardess

on the L.A. to Tokyo run.

She's '", pounds, blonde hair and blue eyes,

and loves scampi. Anything else?

You left out the date of birth.

The next time I see her, I'll fill out an FI card just for you.

Okay.

Where'd you meet her?

Her cousin lives in the apartment next to mine.

She was visiting.

I'd like to meet her sometime.

Okay.

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

a W with a g*n.

East Spring Street, Neil's Beer Bar, code .

One-Adam-, roger.

A drunk woman with a g*n.

That's a combination I can do without.

[WOMAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

[WOMAN SHOUTING]

[SOFT g*nshots]

JESSICA: [SLURRING] me, will you?

After all the money I spent in this dump!

Where are you?

You get me another beer right now!

Neil!

Drop the g*n, lady!

Drop it!

Guys.

That lousy fink, Nell!

Starter p*stol, loaded with blanks.

-You guys got her? -Yeah.

I told you!

I told you I'd call the cops

the next time you brought that g*n in here!

You blew the whistle on me!

You're a dirty fink, Neil!

A dirty, rotten fink! [SPITS]

MALLOY: Lady, that's enough.

Oh, come on, Officer.

You wouldn't put a lady in jail, would you?

I hope they throw the keys away, you cheap lush!

Who're you calling a cheap lush?

I've seen that tramp you call your wife.

Compared to her, I'm the Queen of England!

Okay, that's enough. Let's go.

Certainly, Officer.

This is no place for a lady.

It smells in here.

As a matter of fact, it stinks!

And don't ever come back here again.

You're 'd from now on!

Permanent! You got that?

Lush!

Drop dead, creep!

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One X-Ray-. One X-Ray-,

see the man, a business dispute,

Ninth Avenue, Tokyo Tommy's.

You ever have sashimi, Pete?

Yeah, why?

They say it doesn't taste at all like you'd imagine raw fish would.

That right?

The only thing you really taste is the sauce.

They mix a green mustard in soy sauce.

-It's very hot. -[CHUCKLES]

[TWITCHES] I don't know, the idea of raw fish

just doesn't reach me.

I've seen you put away a dozen oysters on the half shell.

-What do you call that? -It's different.

I mean, oysters are not the same.

[CHUCKLES]

Tell you what, why don't we go down to

Little Tokyo some night and have dinner?

If I like sashimi, I'll pick up the tab. If I don't, you pay. Deal?

What kind of a deal is that? Heads, you win, tails, I lose.

All right, then we'll split the check.

That sound fair enough.

Great! We can make it a foursome.

Your stewardess flies to Tokyo. She must love Japanese food.

She hates it.

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

a fight, Foothill and Clybourn. Code .

One-Adam-, roger.

Why aren't you people around when you're needed?

We're here now.

May I have your name, please?

-Fred Wheeler. -What happened, Mr. Wheeler?

I was forced off the road, beaten up,

robbed, and my car was stolen.

Take it easy, Mr. Wheeler. Getting excited isn't going to help.

Yeah, you're right. [SIGHS]

I was on my way back from the range,

this car full of punks pulls up alongside

and almost drove me into that stone quarry.

I had to hit the brakes hard, or I'd have slammed right into it.

I slid across to the passenger side,

got out, and tried to reach the car trunk.

They were all over me before I could get the key in the lock.

What did the men look like?

I told you, they're hoodlums!

And let me tell you, I was giving the three of 'em all I've got,

until this fourth one hit me with a tire iron.

We understand how you feel, sir,

but we can't do much without your cooperation.

What did the four look like?

Uh...

Between the ages of and .

I'd say, drug store cowboy types.

You know, boots, jeans, western shirts.

The one who got me with the tire iron was wearing a cowboy hat.

As a matter of fact, they all had a cowboy hat.

What about the car?

A ' Plymouth. Four-door sedan,

red, with a block vinyl top, and it was filthy.

My wife has one just like it. Only, hers is blue.

License number?

Couldn't see it, but I did get a glimpse of the bumper sticker.

I have one just like it on my car.

What did it say?

"Support law and order."

You know what really bugs me?

All the time this is going on,

cars are driving back and forth, and not one of them stopped,

and had the guts to help me. Pretty sick, isn't it?

What did they take, Mr. Wheeler?

Everything.

Watch, wallet, the car, and g*ns in the trunk.

Now, the car is a Chrysler '.

Black, with a white top.

License plate, ION.

If I could have gotten in that trunk,

it would have been a different story, believe me.

What kind of g*ns were in the trunk?

Two . Automatics and a . Magnum.

Any amm*nit*on?

Maybe half a box for each g*n.

-You better get it on the air, Jim. -Right.

If you people did the job you're being paid to do,

punks like that wouldn't be out on the street.

They'd all be locked up, where they belong.

They jumped you with fists and a tire iron.

Now, they have your g*ns and amm*nit*on.

The next victim might not get off as easy as you did.

What's bugging you?

I was thinking about Wheeler.

What about him?

I was just wondering why of all the cars on the road,

those guys singled out Wheeler's.

And I've got two possible answers.

One, Wheeler spotted the guys in the car

and did something to set them off.

Two, they saw him leaving the range,

and knew he had g*ns.

You may be right.

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

a just occurred at the service station,

Vanowen and Sixth.

The PO will meet you at the location. Code .

One-Adam-, roger.

No hurry, fellas, those guys are long gone.

I'm the day man, Dave Moss.

I'm Officer Malloy, this is my partner, Officer Reed.

You say they're long gone? How long?

Fifteen, maybe minutes.

They taped up my hands and feet, and locked me in the parts room.

Had a heck of a time getting out.

Take it from the beginning, Mr. Moss, what happened?

I was in the office when this big, white and black Chrysler roll's up

right where your car is now.

Three young guys jumped out and walked in on me with g*ns,

I wasn't about to argue with that.

You get a look at the license plate?

Sure did, memorized it

and wrote it down when I got myself loose.

Here it is, ION.

Were they wearing western shirts and cowboy boots?

That's right. How'd you know that?

I'll get this on the air.

You said there were three men,

sure it wasn't four, one in the car, maybe?

Nope, just three, that was enough. They had cannons!

I mean, one of them had the biggest darn g*n I ever saw.

How much did they get?

Only about bucks from the cash drawer.

Anything else you can tell us?

Yeah, kind of weird. After they locked me in the parts room,

I could hear them outside, talking.

When I got out,

I saw the other car, right there in the garage.

No plates.

-What you got? -They left this.

That explains the fourth man.

Did you touch this, Mr. Moss?

Just the door on the driver's side to see if they left the keys.

They didn't.

MALLOY: Looks like they've been living in the car.

I'll run the serial number and call Impound.

Got a grease pencil, Mr. Moss?

A tire marker.

That'll be fine.

Excuse me.

Car's done some hard traveling, and a lot of it.

Yeah, there's a good chance it's from out-of-state.

You know, come to think of it,

those fellows had a drawl to their talk.

Real south in the mouth. If you know what I mean.

Thanks for your help, Mr. Moss.

We will have to fill out a report on this,

and investigators from Robbery will be out to talk to you.

We'll hang around until the Police Impound truck arrives.

Whoever these boys are, they're not very smart.

Yeah. Leaving their old car at the gas station was pretty stupid.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-, VIN number Lincoln,

.

Vehicle is a New Mexico stolen.

License, Zebra, Sam, Lincoln .

One-Adam-, roger.

Be advised the Chrysler used in the at the gas station

th and Main, may be using the New Mexico license,

Zebra, Sam, Lincoln .

One-Adam-, roger.

New Mexico, boots, cowboy getup, comic books.

How many country and western bars can you think of in the division, Jim?

There's got to be a couple of dozen, at least.

Stop at the next phone booth, we can get a list out of the directory.

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

a DB report.

Garber.

The ambulance attendant will meet you there.

One-Adam-, roger.

Over here.

Jim Reed, my partner, Pete Malloy.

Al Guinn, my partner, Joe Canneli, is inside.

-What have you got, heart? -Electrocution.

Guy had one of those electric combs in the bathtub.

It was instant. Nothing we could do.

-People never learn, do they? -Hang on a second.

I got a feeling about this one, know what I mean?

The victim's name is Donald Shore, age .

According to his wife, he had an accident a couple of years ago,

suffered severe brain damage.

Left him with the mind of a two-year-old.

The wife says she was in the bathroom with him

when the phone rang.

She went to answer it. When she got back, he was dead.

You don't think it happened that way?

Could have, but something about her bothers me

I've seen too much real grief.

That woman is putting on an act.

I could be wrong.

Mercy k*lling?

Wouldn't be the first time.

The guy was almost a vegetable.

The electric comb, where did she say it was when she left the bathroom?

On the sink. She's positive about that.

Did she say who it was on the phone?

Yeah, the manager of an apartment

she and her husband own, over on Larkspur.

-Okay, let's go in. -This way.

MALLOY: You or your partner touch anything?

GUINN: Just unplugged the comb.

Everything else is just the way we found it.

You sure she said the comb was on the sink?

Positive.

There's no way he could have reached it without climbing out of the tub.

No water on the floor, and the bath mat's dry.

I'll call SID.

Told you I had a feeling.

You going to question her?

No, we'll leave that for the investigators.

That's right. Garber Street.

Possible .

Okay.

On the way.

What does that mean, ?

m*rder, Mrs. Shore.

We've got company.

Who's watching the desk?

The Lieutenant. I've been giving him lessons.

-You want a cup? -No, thanks.

I just finished dinner.

I heard you were here.

Figured you'd like to know that Mrs. Shore copped out to m*rder.

Said the whole thing was her boyfriend's idea.

He's the apartment house manager,

and he phoned her to set up their alibi.

Yeah, a little water on the floor and bath mat,

and we might have bought her story.

She give any reason besides the boyfriend?

Property. Money.

As long as the husband was alive,

she couldn't touch it without a court order.

So, plop goes the comb, and she's a grieving widow.

Boyfriend's name is Coby Wallace, beach bum.

Santa Monica PD has a sheet on him. All petty stuff.

Well, Coby's in the big league now.

What's the rush?

Well, I don't know how long you get for dinner, Mac,

but we only get minutes.

Besides, we're going to do a little bar-hopping. Right, partner?

What do you mean, bar-hopping?

We're working on a theory, Mac.

We'll let you know if it pans out.

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]

Nothing.

How many does that leave?

Eleven.

Almost end of watch. We can't make all of them.

Let's try the Stampede Inn. They've always got a big crowd.

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

meet One-L- on Tac .

One-Adam-, roger.

One-Adam- to One-L-, go.

MACDONALD: Investigators got a positive make

on two sets of prints from the Plymouth.

Frank Arnold, and his brother, Fred.

Both are wanted for an ADW on a police officer.

Albuquerque PD and Federal fugitive warrants outstanding.

Got it, Mac.

Albuquerque PD believes

the Arnold brothers might be traveling with two cousins,

Gerald Bates, and George Bates.

Advise, use caution.

Roger, Mac.

One-Adam-, switching back to frequency .

Sounds like a real nice family group, huh?

We'll try to keep them together.

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]

Great. Now we have to back out.

Hold it, Pete.

I wonder if that used to be a white over black.

Let's find out.

You're right, Pete. Still wet.

Pay dirt.

[g*nsh*t]

They got us cold. We can't get back to the car.

-Is the shotgun locked? -Yeah.

-You got the keys? -Yeah.

I'm gonna try to get behind them.

Okay.

[g*nshots]

Freeze!

Drop the g*ns. Put your hands behind your heads.

[g*ns DROPPING]

All right. Now, move it out. Come on.

[SIREN WAILING]

Face down on the ground with your face on the ground.

Hands out to your sides.

[SIREN WAILING]

FEMALE DISPATCHER:All units, code at the Stampede Inn,

corner of Eden and Hill.

One-Adam- has suspects in custody.