07x18 - Follow Up

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

One-Adam-, handle code .

[SIREN WAILING]

What did he say?

He has some business to take care of but he'll be home around :.

I told him we'd be over.

He says a boat broker is coming to look at it, around :.

I want to make sure we get there first.

Never mind this "we" stuff, it's your baby.

I'm just the chauffeur.

No money down, just take over the payments, a hundred a month.

$ for a $, boat just doesn't add up.

Got to be a hook in it somewhere.

Like what?

I don't know, maybe he could have run it aground, cracked the keel,

could be a second loan or mechanic's lien on it.

Could be anything.

Okay, just for the sake of argument let's say there are no liens

and it's in perfect condition, what then?

Then it would be a good deal, but not for me.

I had a boat, remember? Thing nickled and dimed me to death.

Insurance, maintenance, taxes, always something.

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

See the man, a business dispute, Giler. Code .

One-Adam-, roger.

[INDISTINCT ARGUING]

Ain't nobody calling me a no-good horse thief! Nobody!

I didn't call you a horse thief.

I just said that's my horse over there,

and he was stolen and you got him!

All right, gentlemen, what's it all about?

I want you as witnesses, officers!

You want them! I'm the one who called!

All right, calm down, one at a time.

You first. Can I have your name, please?

Martin Broule. I own this place. Been here years.

What seems to be the trouble, Mr. Broule?

He's got my horse, that's the trouble!

He's mine and I can prove it.

I was in the office.

I heard this man drive in. I came out to see if I could help him.

And he tells me I've got his horse in my corral.

-What's your name, sir? -Walter Covey.

The horse's name is Sheb.

He's got no brand or lip tattoo, and no special markings.

Got to be a thousand like him.

No way to tell 'em apart just by looking.

Think you're clever, don't you?

He had markings.

A white blaze on his face, until somebody dyed it black.

You're looking for a fat lip, mister!

-All right, fellas. -Where did you get the horse, Mr. Broule?

Bought him from a private party, about six weeks back.

That proves it!

Here's a copy of the report I made to the police when Tiger was stolen.

Be six weeks come tomorrow.

I got me a paper, too, a bill of sale, all legal and proper.

But he don't want to talk about that. No, sir!

I told him but he wouldn't listen!

It's all legal and proper.

Even been notarized by the real estate office down the road.

"Four-year-old horse, no brand or other identifying marks."

Somebody seen to that clear enough.

This bill of sale is made out to a Henry Colson.

Hank was my partner.

I was out of town when he bought the horse.

You said Colson was your partner. Any way we can reach him?

Be kinda hard. Buried him three weeks ago. Heart.

Something's phony here.

The seller's name is J. Kolchek,

Springford Drive.

The numbers don't go that high on Springford.

You sayin' that paper's no good?

Could be. If the address is false, the name probably is, too.

What's this on the back?

Could be a license number.

That is Hank's writin', he always put that little bar across the sevens.

Habit he picked up when he was overseas, in the service.

I'll run it.

You said you could prove the horse is yours.

I'll show you.

Come on, Tiger, over here, boy!

One-Adam- requesting wants and warrants and DMV

on -Ida.

Come on, Tiger.

That's a boy, come on.

Okay, Tiger.

That's my boy.

See it?

Darker than the rest of his coat.

That's no real proof, is it, officer?

By itself, no, but the horse seems to know Mr. Covey.

REED: Pete!

The number belongs to a Ford pickup, registered to Carl Vorac.

R and I has a sheet on him.

Could be your partner got took.

We don't know when Mr. Colson jotted that number down.

Might have nothing to do with the bill of sale.

Don't matter, Officer. I'm convinced it's his horse.

That horse never friendlied up like that to nobody else before.

Shucks, anybody can be taken in by a slicker once in awhile.

You going after this Vorac fella?

Mind if we hold on to this for awhile, Mr. Broule?

Go ahead, ain't much good no how.

I don't know. It might catch us a horse thief.

We'll be in touch.

Pretty good memory.

Yeah. Description. License number.

Right down to the color of the dust on the truck.

What I liked was when he said, "He went that-a-way."

Mr. Vorac?

He ain't here, went huntin'.

Be back at the end of the week.

What you wanna see him about?

What's your name, sir?

Joe Kolchek.

I'm keeping an eye on the place for Carl.

Something wrong?

Do you have any identification?

Look, I ain't got no time for games.

You wanna see Carl, come back when he's here.

We think he's here right now.

[HORSE WHINNIES]

Drop the hammer!

Turn around and put your hands on your head.

You can turn around now.

Let's see some identification.

Carl Vorac.

What's the roust? I ain't done nothin'.

You stole a horse.

Turn around. Put your hands together.

Anything new on the menu, Jerry?

For you guys, he's got a super special. A ptomaine triple decker.

We'll settle for coffee.

Hiya, Sam. Where's your partner?

T.J.'s got a touch of the flu.

Hey, come here.

Might have something for you, Pete.

Remember the old parking lot scam?

Guy goes to a fancy restaurant for dinner,

and the parking attendant clues in a buddy

to rip off the guy's pad while he's having dinner?

Yeah.

I ran into a guy the other night,

he does a little buying when the price is right and it ain't too steamy.

Thanks.

We got cutting up old touches

and he spilled about this parking lot attendant,

said the guy was giving him stuff at cents on the dollar.

Did he tell you the restaurant where the guy works?

Yeah. It's Neva's.

This is really a long sh*t, Pete.

We'll give it another ten minutes.

You know, if we did get that boat, we could probably make it pay for itself.

We could rent it out,

a day for it, a week.

Six or eight weeks a year and that takes care of the payments.

Get a renter's name on a contract and then I'll think about it.

First call was to the woman's house.

Second is probably to his partner.

REED: , Ida Nora Ocean.

What are we waiting for?

You want us to get there before the burglar?

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-, , Ida Nora Ocean,

a Mercedes, Faye Jamison.

Lake Lane Drive.

One-Adam-, roger.

One-Adam-. Code at Lake Lane Drive.

Possible 's there now.

Request back-up to meet us south of location.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-, roger.

Any units in the vicinity, back up One-Adam-...

Police officer. Freeze.

REED: Do you understand these rights I have explained to you?

Right.

Do you wish to give up the right to remain silent?

I ain't saying nothing without a lawyer.

Who are you trying to kid, huh?

All you can hang on me is unlawful entry.

I didn't take nothing out of the house.

I'll be back on the streets before you know what's happening.

I wouldn't count on making any plans, Wilks.

We're not going to get any help from this guy.

Right. I ain't saying nothing without a lawyer.

Well, if he wants to take the rap by himself

and let his partner off the hook,

there isn't much we can do about it.

Looks that way.

What are you talking about. I told you. I ain't got no partner.

We heard you.

The number of the Neva Restaurant,

on Magnolia, Los Angeles, please?

He's my kind of guy. Straight arrow.

His partner is a lucky guy.

While he's doing time, he'll be free as a breeze, living it up.

Thank you.

MALLOY: Maybe he'll send him cigarette money. It's the least he can do.

I mean, you'd do the same for me, wouldn't you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

This is Officer Jim Reed. LAPD.

You have a Mrs. Jamison there, she's having lunch.

Will you inform her that there has been a burglary at her home,

and that she should come home right away?

Thank you.

She's on the way.

Phone ought to ring any second now.

His buddy calling to warn him Mrs. Jamison left the restaurant.

We know the guy in the parking lot set up this deal.

Pretty sharp.

He makes a call and Wilks takes the fall.

No muss. No fuss.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah?

[HANGS UP]

Guess that leaves him with the short end of the stick.

I'm not taking a fall by myself, no way.

Freddie's got half a dozen guys pulling jobs for him.

If I go, they all go.

-What's Freddie's last name? -Benson.

He takes a percent cut of everything we bring him.

He can take half the fall, too.

You know, there's been a lot of garages being broken into on the east side.

Might be a good idea to check the vacation list in that area.

We got one over there?

Yeah, I think so. Yeah.

Lincoln Drive.

People left Thursday, be gone two weeks.

Lincoln Drive?

Isn't that where the boat is?

Yeah.

-Nice, huh? -Trailer comes with it.

He said we could get on board.

Forty-eight hundred?

That's what he said.

Forty-eight hundred, huh?

Okay. It might be a deal, but I want to talk to the guy in person.

He won't be back for half an hour.

We could leave him a note, tell him we want it.

No way. Not until I check out the paperwork.

One-Adam-. Clear.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-, clear.

One-Adam-, One-Adam-, meet One-L- on Tac Two.

One-Adam-, roger.

One-Adam-. Go, One-L-.

MACDONALD: Reed, Mrs. Jamison called the station.

She wants to see you and Malloy right away.

Got any idea what it's about, Mac?

MACDONALD:She said it was a personal matter

and that you'd understand.

Sounded a little uptight.

Roger, Mac.

A personal matter.

Come inside, please.

I'll try to make this as painless as possible.

I'm going to step out of the room for one minute.

When I come back I want you to be gone,

and what you took, there on the coffee table.

Do I make myself clear?

-Mrs. Jamison. -I don't wish to discuss the matter.

Either you return the ring,

or I will take the necessary steps to have you brought up on charges.

Call for a supervisor, Jim.

May I use your phone?

That's a serious accusation, Mrs. Jamison.

How can you deny it?

Aside from the other thief, you were the only ones in the house.

I think you'd better wait for our supervisor and tell him.

Is that supposed to intimidate me?

I assure you, Officer,

I have some friends a lot more influential than anyone you can call on.

I'm sure you do.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

A Sergeant.

I thought you'd at least call a Captain or Lieutenant.

That can be arranged, if necessary, Mrs. Jamison.

Mind telling me what this is all about?

It's simple enough. My diamond ring is missing.

I'd like to have it returned.

Are you accusing these officers of theft?

If the only logical deduction comes to an accusation, then I am.

What did you show on the report?

Did you sign the report, Mrs. Jamison?

I signed something, I suppose that's what it was.

The list of recovered property didn't include a diamond ring.

I'm not interested in what the list did or did not include.

That ring is valued at more than $,.

I thought I was being more than fair

in giving these men a chance to return it,

no questions asked.

But now I intend to file a formal complaint.

You have that right, Mrs. Jamison.

Did Wilks have a chance to stash the ring before you grabbed him?

No way, Mac.

Mind if I ask a few questions, Mrs. Jamison?

Why not? You will anyway.

When did you last see that ring?

This morning, my night table.

Does anyone else have access to the house?

Just Marie, my housekeeper.

If you're thinking of blaming her, forget it.

Marie's been with me for years. I'd trust her with my life.

Where is she now?

She had some household shopping to do.

She must have gone out shortly after I left for the restaurant.

[CAR APPROACHING]

That's her now.

Marie!

This could get sticky.

She's trying to make us the fall guys so she can file an insurance claim.

It's been tried before.

I'm afraid I owe you something of an apology.

Don't be frightened, Marie. I'll explain it to the officers.

Explain what, Mrs. Jamison?

Marie saw the ring on my night table when she was making up the room.

She dropped it in the eyeglass caddy

so it wouldn't be out in plain sight.

Really so simple when you think about it.

After what happened, it was only logical to think...

You know what I mean?

Sorry if I troubled you,

but that's what you're being paid for, isn't it?

No, Mrs. Jamison. It's not.

One-Adam-, requesting code at Lincoln Drive.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-, okay .

Thank you.

BARKER: One of you fellas Officer Reed?

Yes, sir. I'm Reed. This is my partner, Officer Malloy.

We'd like to check out the boat, look at the papers, stuff like that.

Sorry. The broker got here minutes ago. He snapped it up.

He's sending a man over to tow it away.

I was just coming out to take off the "For Sale" sign.

When you didn't show up, I figured you changed your mind.

-Thank you anyway. -Sorry.

Look at it this way. You didn't lose a boat. I lost a friend.