02x11 - Log 142: As High as You Are

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Lincoln X-ray Ida 483.

One-Adam-12. A 415... fight
group with chains and knives.

♪♪

You gonna join us at roll call?

Reed!

Oh, I'll be right with you.

What's so interesting?

Ah.

I sent away for it.

You can have it
when I'm done with it.

Thanks.

Well, face it, Malloy.

You can't do
enough for your kid.

Every boy should have
a dog. So I've heard.

Well, some dogs are good
with kids and some aren't.

The selection,
that's the whole bit.

Besides, a book
like this could pay off,

if you know what I mean. No.

In our work, you know.

Say that we find a
dog, and we call in.

We call in.

Yeah, well...

Now, take this dog, for example.

We just can't say that
it's big and white and furry,

we have to identify it, right?

Okay, what would you say?

I'd say it was an Afghan hound.

Oh, you read the book.

No, I used to be a boy.

What's it gonna be, a Poodle, a
Pomeranian, or a Mexican Hairless?

They don't really come out
and make any recommendations.

They just tell you
what's available.

No brake lights.

Wonder if he knows.

Let's find out.

Take it.

Is something wrong, Officer?

Yes, sir. Your
brake lights are out.

Well, I didn't know.

Well, that happens
once in a while.

That's why we stopped
you to let you know.

Well, thank you very much.

Could I see your
driver's license

and registration, please?

One-Adam-12 requesting a
want on Lincoln X-ray Ida 483.

One-Adam-12
Lincoln X-ray Ida 483.

This isn't your car.

Well, I borrowed
it from a friend.

He lets me use it
when he's working.

There's only one catch. I
have to fill her up with gas.

Well, what's the
address of your friend?


License number LXI483.

His name is Allen Thomas.

One-Adam-12. Roger.

Any warrant?

Nothing.

Well, he says
it's a friend's car.

The license and
registration are in order.

It must be broken.

Would you step out
of the car, please?

But he said my papers were okay.

I know. Step out
of the car, please.

Hands against the car,
feet back, and spread 'em.

Turn off the engine.

There's no key.

Open the hood.

Hotwired.

I knew it. Left hand
behind your back.

Better read up on cars.

That boy of yours might
want wheels some day.

All right, let's go.

One-Adam-12, a 459 silent.

3121 Lincoln Drive. Man
on the way. One hour delay.

One-Adam-12, code 2.

Lock it up.

There's somebody in there,
he's gotta be a magician.

Not necessarily.
There's a skylight.

How do you know?
I've been here before.

A fortune of merchandise inside

protected by a 10 cent lock.

Take it easy.

♪ Swing low ♪

♪ Sweet chariot ♪

Couldn't be more
than 4 foot tall.

He's a lot higher than that.

♪ ...home, swing low ♪

What's he doing?

Beats me.

♪ Sweet chariot ♪

♪ Coming for to carry me home ♪

♪ Swing low ♪

♪ Sweet chariot ♪

♪ Coming for to carry me home ♪

♪ Swing low ♪

♪ Sweet chariot ♪

♪ Coming for to carry me home ♪

♪ Swing low ♪

♪ Sweet chariot ♪

♪ Coming for to carry me home ♪

♪ I... ♪

No more singing.

Shouldn't sing when you're hurt.

Shouldn't play games, either.

No games when you're hurt.

Cover me.

There's somebody out there.

Hold it right there, mister.

Hi. I'm Herbie.

Who are you? What day is it?

I'm a policeman,
and it's a Saturday.

It can't be
Saturday. It can't be.

Well, that's the
day I came in here,

and you weren't supposed
to come until Monday.

It has to be Sunday.

Reed.

Who's Reed?

What are you doing
with all the light bulbs?

Oh. Just busting 'em.

You wanna see?

Enough of that, Herbie.

Oh, it's fun.

You should try it sometime.

It's sort of like breaking
windows, only better.

Are you alone?

Oh, mm-mm. I'm surrounded.

Are you alone or did
somebody come here with you?

Was I supposed to
bring somebody with me?

No sign of anyone else.

Let's play it on the
safe side anyway.

How about it, Herbie?
Have you got a g*n?

Me? Oh, never.
Never carry a g*n.

You know, a g*n can hurt you.

Sort of like falling
off of a roof. Hmm?

No, all I have is
my little old needle.

I'll take that needle.

Oh, sure. Why not?

You know... You know...

You know, there's plenty
more where that came from.

What have you been
sh**ting, Herbie?

Oh, painkiller, man,

because, you
know, I really need it.

Found some barbiturates
he'd gotten into.

He's loaded with stuff.

Ow! Oh, eee! Oh, that does hurt.

He needs painkiller, all right.

What's wrong? He's
got a broken leg.

How much did you take, Herbie?

Come on, how much
junk did you take?

Oh...

You know, I was up on the roof,

and, uh, this stupid glass
just broke right under me,

and down I came, just like that.

Let me take a look at your arms.

Mmm?

Yeah, help yourself.

There's no railroad
tracks there, right boys?

Not little old Herbie.

If you're not an addict,
what were you looking for?

Who, me? Oh, I...

I never use the stuff, myself.

Then lots of other people do.

Don't they?

Yeah. Okay, Herbie.

Let's go for a little ride.

Well, sure. Where are we going?

You wouldn't
know the difference.

Oh, I hurt.

You took quite a tumble.

That's 30 feet, easy.

Nothing compared to
the fall he's gonna take.

Where do you live, Herbie?

Thousand Oaks. Why?

You're a long way from home.

Yeah, 30 miles, but, you
know, I can make it in no time.

You know, this
thing really rolls.

Yeah, and he'd try it, too.

The condition he's in,
he'd take the freeway.

Hey, hold it. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You know, we forgot something.

Like what, Herbie?

Like my painkiller, man.

You know, I need all of it.

For you or your
customers, Herbie?

You dig, huh?

Yeah. I dig.

What's a customer
without a supplier, right?

And old Herbie has really
found himself a stash.

I'm gonna tell you what. What?

You just take all that stuff
over there, and pile it on my lap.

Just all those little... Aah!

Sorry, Herbie.

Oh, please.

Please, 'cause I need it.

I need it bad. Real bad.

Where you're going, they
wouldn't let you keep it anyway.

You guys get worse every day.

Now you're busting cripples.

This is private
property, mister.

You're trespassing. Move out.

I'll move when I'm ready.

Right now, I've got a
little score I'd like to settle,

and you guys will do just fine.

Hey, tell me the truth.

Are you guys
gonna sh**t him here

or down at that police station?

Get that car out of
here. You understand?

He was standing in the
parking lot and you shot him.

For no reason at all, you
made a cr*pple out of my brother.

Now do you understand?
What's your name?

The name's Davis,
fuzz. Will Davis.

Does that mean anything to you?

I hurt. Somebody
help me, please?

The man's in pain,
fuzz. Now how about it?

You gonna sh**t your way out?

Maybe.

Your brother's name is
Donald Davis, is that right?

Well, what do you
know? He remembers.

Arrested for burglary and
as*ault on a night watchman.

Yeah, and shot in the back
in a police station parking lot.

Now, that's the truth, ain't it?

Your brother has a
withered hand, right?

Yeah. He was born that
way. Now is that a crime?

You stay right
where you are, mister!

Now, you listen to me, Davis.

The officers that arrested
your brother made two mistakes.

First, they overlooked
that crippled hand.

It was easy for him
to slip out of the cuffs.

And the officers'
second mistake was

not finding the knife he
had hidden in his sock.

Pretty stupid, right?

And they'd be the
first ones to admit it,

just like your brother
admitted stabbing the officer

that was trying to help
him get out of the car.

Oh, you're an
eyewitness, I suppose.

That's right. We just drove up.

Our lights hit the officer

at the same time your
brother sunk the knife in him.

Then he bent down, grabbed the
policeman's g*n out of his holster.

When he stood up, the
officer's partner shot him.

Yeah. Right in the back.

To save his
partner's life, Davis.

Why don't you take a
trip up to San Quentin,

Davis, and talk to your brother?

I rode in the ambulance
that took him to the hospital,

and all he kept saying over
and over was, "I blew it".

You better believe he blew it.

He blew a three-year
stretch into a life sentence.

Now, what's it gonna
be for you, Davis?

He's lying.

They shot him. You
heard him say so.

Turn off the alarm.
I'll be right in.

Come on, get a move.

I'm Ben Owen. This
is my warehouse.

Yes, sir. We met before.

I see you finally got
'em. It's about time.

We'd appreciate if
you'd check inside

and give us a list of anything
that's missing or damaged.

Don't worry, you'll
get everything.

Who's the cr*pple?

We found him in the
warehouse. He's been hurt.

What about the
rest of these bums?

They're not involved.

Then why are they trespassing?

Get 'em off my property.

Is that one of my chairs?

Yes, sir. What are
you waiting for?

Get that thief out of
that chair. Come on.

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

Look, pal, if he ain't out
of that chair in one minute,

I'll throw him out.

All right, Davis, for the
last time, move that car.

No chance.

Will... I said no chance.

We're coming through, Davis.

Think about it. Is this
really the way you want it.

Did you see it? Did you see it?

Glass all over the floor,
my skylight demolished!

I ought to kick you
out of that chair!

I wouldn't advise it, Owen.
The man's been injured.

If he's injured, what
about me? Why you...

Aah!

All right, all right.

I warned you, Owen!

He tried to rob me!
That chair's worth $150!

The man can't stand!
He's got a broken leg!

He fell through your skylight!
Can you understand that?

Fell?

That's right. 30 feet
to the concrete floor.

When we arrest an injured
man, he's our responsibility.

But he's a criminal!

He's a suspect, and
the law works for him

the same way it does for you.

Now, if you further injured
that man by picking him up,

he's gonna be
your responsibility.

Reed, get down to the car and

call an ambulance. Code 3.

Right.

Let him go. Get in the car.

Hey, get in the car.

What you told the
loudmouth about the law,

maybe you're lying and
maybe you're not, Malloy.

The same goes for my
brother. I really don't know.

Maybe you're learning, Davis.

Yeah. I'm a long way
from being convinced.

Let's just say I've got
some reasonable doubts.

See you around, Malloy.

Sure glad that owner
showed up back there.

I'm glad Herbie
tripped the silent alarm.

After a weekend
in that warehouse,

he probably
would've lost his leg.

I guess you can't blame
Owen for being unhappy.

I don't. That's why
he's not under arrest.

One-Adam-12, see
the woman, a 415.

1104 West Garden Street.

One-Adam-12, handle code 2.

You call the police, ma'am?

Oh, I certainly did.

My name's Malloy. This
is my partner Jim Reed.

How are ya? I'm the
superintendent's wife.

When Mr. Killian isn't
here, I'm in charge.

What's the problem? It's
the Langborne apartment.

I was walking by with my Walter

when all of a
sudden he fell over.

Fell over?

Flat on his side,
flat as a pancake.

I thought he'd had an attack.

You know, he has a very high
cholesterol level, and he won't diet.

Well, who's Walter? My dog.

Everybody loves Walter.

Well, I was terrified, I
don't mind tellin' you.

For heaven's sake, he's behind
that door, and he's scared to death.

It was about that
time we heard the lion.

Wait a minute. You
mean a lion lion?

Yes, sir.

Walter must've sensed
him behind that door.

He's very intelligent, you know.

Walter, I mean.

It was almost too much
for the poor darling.

You say he's in there now?

Well, no, he's in my bed
with a hot water bottle.

The lion, I mean.

Oh, no, he's in there.

The nerve of that woman.
You know Walter could've died?

Are the Langborne's home?

No, there's just a
Mrs. Langborne.

Moved in ten days ago,
but she left. I saw her leave.

And without the baby.

You mean, there's
a baby in there, too?

Well, of course there's a baby.

A baby and a lion.

Sounds like something's
scratching at the door.

Well, it ain't the baby. You
can bet your life on that.

Have you ever
actually seen this lion?

Well, no. But I've heard him.

And don't forget about Walter.

I believe you owe
Walter an apology.

I guess we better get a hold of

the Department of
Animal Regulation.

How old is that baby?

About 6 months.

You better let me have the key.

It's this one.

You go down to the
end of the hall outside,

and keep anybody
else from coming in.

You stand over there. If
he comes out, stop him.

Malloy. Think about the baby.

It'd be a lot better if
there was no sh**ting.

Let me try it.

Be my guest.

Can you see him?

Yeah.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

That's a good lion.

Atta boy.

Are you out of your mind?

He's just a big pussycat.

Aren't you, boy?

You wouldn't hurt
anybody, would you, boy?

He's tame. Look, his
claws have been taken out.

See?

Oh, yeah, I see.

Don't sh**t! Don't
sh**t him! Please!

Oh, don't sh**t him. Please.

Sandy, I was so afraid.

I only stepped out for a minute.

I needed some milk for the baby.

Come on, Sandy.

She's all right, isn't she?

Ran right past me. Where is she?

In the bedroom with the baby.

Aha. Walter was right.

Yes, ma'am.

I want that lion out
of here right now.

Please, Mrs. Killian...

Don't you Mrs. Killian me.

When you came here, I told you,

no children and no pets.

But you seemed like
such a nice person,

we said okay about the baby.

And then you had to
sneak a lion in here.

What did you expect me to do?

I couldn't leave him in New
York with the man I just divorced.

Our apartment had
been robbed three times,

and a friend gave
us Sandy as a joke.

Only he was so sweet.

No pets.

By 6:00 tonight,
that lion had better

be out of here, or
everybody goes.

My Walter has enough
problems without that.

Who's Walter?

Her dog.

What am I supposed
to do with Sandy?

Well, have you thought
about calling a zoo?

A zoo? He'd die in a zoo.

Oh, Sandy. Oh, my poor baby.

Oh, what are we gonna do?

How much do you think
a lion like that is worth?

This morning you said
every boy should have a dog.

What'd you do, change your mind?

No, I was just thinking

that zoo got itself
quite a bargain.

Free lions are hard to come by.

Is that so? Especially
the declawed variety.

That thing couldn't hurt a flea.

Did you read that in
one of your books?

Uh-huh. Volume number


That's how I knew
about the claws.

No claws, and
the lion's harmless.

What happens if he
decides to use his teeth?

Uh, you're not gonna
believe this, Malloy.

After today, I'd
believe anything.

That lion's teeth?

I never even thought about 'em.