03x24 - Log 106: Post Time

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One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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Okay, let's have it.

Let's have what?

The reason for the undershot jaw

and the sound of gnashing teeth.

It shows that much, huh?

Ever since we left the station,

you've been answering
me with weird little grunts.

Okay.

Did you see the pairings
for the handball tournament?

So that's it.

Yeah, they got me
matched against Sgt. Harris.

The King Kong of the vice squad.

Listen, I've seen him play

and King Kong could
have moved that fast,

he's have wiped out New York.

I played him last year.

He has some vulnerable points.

Okay, give. I can use
all the help I can get.

Keep him behind you
and play to his left hand.

Don't let him use
his back wall k*ll shot.

And whatever you do,

keep him out of the
center of the court.

- That's all?
- Yeah.

That ought to handle him.

- Is that the way
you worked it last year?
- Uh-huh.

Well, how'd the match come out?

Oh, he won.

One-Adam-12,
One-Adam-12, see the man.

A 4-5-9 report.


at the Double Time Print Shop.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Danny, I ain't kidding.

They heisted my offset printer.

You got to scare up
another one for me by 2.

I promised a guy.

Don't worry. I'll send
over a panel truck.

Yeah. Hey, thanks very much.

Let that be a
lesson to you guys.

Don't ever get involved in this
cockamamie printing business.

Boy, you can blow your
whole sense of humor.

You reported a theft, Mr...

Mermaid. Jerry Mermaid.

And save the funny
remarks. I've heard all of 'em.

"Your mother's a crab,
your father's a barracuda."

Yes, sir.

Well, you can see they hit me.

If you like floors
without bolts,

be my guest.

And I got a job I
gotta get out by 5:00

and no offset printer.

What time did you close
last night, Mr. Mermaid?

Just Jerry, huh, pal.

Oh, regular time... 5:30.

And what time'd you
open up this morning?

Regular time... 8:00.

Walk in, no press.

Out the door.

Was anything else taken?

Yeah, they took about ten reams

of that multicolored
pastel paper.

Oh! And they got
in the cash box.

Took a couple of hundred bucks.

Can you describe
the press for me?

Yeah. But I think first we better
kind of get to the nitty-gritty.

You know, these
things ain't cheap.

$6,500.

Yes, sir. What else?

Well, it was an RW280 offset.

About four feet high,
four and a half feet long,

and evidently just wide enough
to get out through that door.

Oh, yeah. And there
was a roll on top

with a paper rack in the back.

I guess that's about it.

How much did it weigh?



Could one man move it?

Yeah. Yeah. With
a jack and a dolly.

Couple jacks. Sure.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

I brought it in here myself and I
ain't no Mr. America, you know.

Do you have the
serial number on it?

Oh, it's probably in the
files back in the office.

Well, the detectives
will want it.

- Yeah.
- You recognize this?

Yeah. It's a water faucet.

Used to be in the
men's room here,

but we did a whole
re-plumbing job.

What, you find it out
back in the garbage?

No, they probably used
it to break the window.

Oh, yeah, you guys break
me up, boy, with that stuff.

Evidence? There
ain't no evidence.

Even kids who steal hubcaps
wear gloves nowadays.

Forget it. It's a whole new
world, the crime business.

Yeah, well sometimes
we get lucky.

Hey, can I ask you
guys something?

What kind of nut would
steal a printing press?

I don't know, sir. I've never
had this happen before.

You wanna sign
this at the bottom?

Yeah.

My luck, he'll open a
place right across the street

and run me out of business
with my own equipment.

Try not to touch anything.

Detectives will probably
send out a fingerprint man.

What's to touch?
There's no press.

We'll do our best.

Yeah, well, don't overdo it.

Hey, did you bring your lunch?

Yeah.

You wanna trade sandwiches?

Oh, don't tell me
it happened again.

Yeah. Peanut butter and banana.

I swear I can't choke
those things down anymore.

When we were going together,

I used to just grit my
teeth and swallow,

but I've had my fill.

Why don't you tell Jean
you don't like 'em anymore.

Pete, when you're married,

I mean, you've got to
learn to give and take.

Great. But in the meantime,

I'm the one that's eating

the peanut butter and
banana sandwiches.

Hey...

don't think I don't
admire your courage.

Okay, I'll take it.

One-Adam-12,
One-Adam-12, see the man.

A 415 man with a
g*n Pico and Boudry.

Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

There's a guy up
there with a g*n.

He threatened me.

I tell ya, the guy's crazy.

You gotta get him out of there!

- What's your name?
- Tom Beaten.

You say that there's
a man in the building

that threatened you with a g*n?

Maybe I can help.

You! You've already
been way too big a help.

If it wasn't for you, we'd have
had the old fool out of there.

All right, just take it easy.

The man he says so
terribly threatened him

with a g*n is 85 years old.

I'm head of this
urban renewal project.

We want to tear this
building down tomorrow.

I've got crews scheduled.

I've got a ball and
chain rig set to arrive.

And that old man is holed
up in there like Davy Crockett.

What's your
connection with this?

My name is Heather Braun.

I'm a social worker
assigned to Mr. Endicott.

I've been trying
to get him to go to

the old people's rest
home but he won't leave.

Endicott? That's the man's name?

Martin Endicott.

He's in room 15, upstairs.

Now, how about it, Officer?

You gonna blast
him out of there?

- Does he have a g*n?
- Yes.

We'll have a talk with him.

Officer!

Please, he's very old
and very frightened.

Mr. Endicott?

We're police officers.
We'd like to talk to you.

Now you just leave me be.

We just wanna talk!
Come on. Open up.

I got a g*n. You
just leave me be.

You wanna get the
Sergeant and some gas?

I'm gonna try to
get a look in there.

You keep talking.

Mr. Endicott!

This is Officer Reed.

Listen, I don't
want to hurt you.

Look, why don't we
talk this thing over?

Come on, Mr. Endicott.
Why don't you open the door?

I got a g*n.

And I ain't feared to use it.

Come on, Mr. Endicott.
Don't do anything foolish.

I ain't foolin', son.

I got a g*n here
trained on that door.

Who's there? Who's that?

Officer Malloy.

You outflanked
me. That ain't fair.

Quite a desperado.

I'm sorry, Mr. Endicott, but
you're gonna have to leave.

This building's being
torn down tomorrow.

Well, that's okay with me.

Let 'em go ahead
and tear it down.

But I'll be right
here when she falls.

I'm afraid not, sir.

We're gonna have to
see to it you leave now.



I've been living in this room

for 27 years.

Now, all of a sudden,

I have to pull up stakes and...

Like it never even happened.

Listen, we talked to Ms. Braun.

She said that you're all set

to go into an old folks' home.

Oh.

If I could still see
good, maybe I'd go,

but... but I know
my way around here.

Not just this room, but
the whole neighborhood.

If I wanted to buy
me some spuds,

I could make it
with my eyes closed.

Every door, every
crack in the pavement,

I know 'em... I know 'em all.

On this block I am not helpless.

On this block...

I don't need sympathy.

Thank God you're all right.

Hey, there. You see what I mean?

These people around here,

they treat me like a relic.

But not you two.

I had you worried.

I had you in a lather for a bit.

Go on. Admit it. Admit it.

Yes, sir, you sure did.

Would you leave me
be. Stop fussing over me.

Won't you leave, Mr. Endicott?

Otherwise I'm gonna have
to call the marshal again.

I ain't going with no marshal.

These two fellas captured me.

They gotta take me.

Well, I'm sorry,
Mr. Endicott, but...

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Please, if he'll go
with you, take him.

By the time I can get
a marshal out here,

who knows what
he will get up with.

He's old but
he's kind of tricky.

How long until he can be ready?

Oh, about an hour
to pack him up.

I'll try to clear it with
the watch commander.

Thank you. We'll be ready.

I understand you have a g*n.

Yes.

I got a g*n.

There was a time when that g*n

was quite a w*apon.

And I was quite a man.

That really gets you.

They're tearing
down his whole world.

What did the watch
commander say?

Can we take him out to the home?

At first he said no.

Even hard selling,

the most I could get
out of him was maybe.

All depends on what's
happening in an hour.

Hey, how about 7.

Ask the lady.

This is One-Adam-12
requesting code 7.



One-Adam-12 meet
One-W-17 on Tack 2.

Then okay 7.

One-Adam-12, roger.

That was quick.

One-Adam-12 to
One-W-17, go ahead.

Where are you gonna eat?



Okay, I'll meet you there.

Roger.

What's the matter, Reed?

Oh, he's eating a peanut
butter and banana sandwich.

Sounds great.

Once a week I get stuck with
one of my wife's specialties,

anchovies and deviled ham.

I got handed that
print shop thing

you guys were on this morning.

Here. Take a look.

They made 'em fast.

You guys really called it
with that chrome faucet.

It was lousy with prints.

SID and R&I did the rest.

Basil Farrington.

He really spreads himself out.

Amen.

Everything from
boosting parked cars

to armed robbery
with a water p*stol.

I wonder why he wants the press.

We're working on that.

Could be he was
contracted to steal it.

That opens up a
lot of possibilities...

Counterfeiting,

maybe one of those
underground newspapers.

- It's time to clear.
- Yeah.

While you're cruising,
keep an eye out for this guy.

Okay.

Sarge, would you do us a favor?

Take the tray back?

Mr. Endicott?

He locked me in here

when I went in to
get his bathrobe.

How long ago was that?

Oh, about 15 or 20 minutes.

You've got to find him, Officer.

He's almost blind.

If he leaves his block,

he could wander out
into traffic and get k*lled.

We're not going to
be able to keep this up

for too much longer.

Let's go to the next block over.

Okay, you fellas, now
you just leave me be.

I ain't breakin' no laws

and I ain't causing them
urban renewal punks no harm.

And you ain't got no
cause to hassle me.

We're not hassling
you, Mr. Endicott.

We just don't like to see a
friend make a bad mistake.

A friend?

That's right, Mr. Endicott.

When you almost have
a sh**t with someone,

you know, you kind
of get a respect for him.

Like Billy the Kid
and Pat Garrett.

You do?

What mistake?

Where you planning
to bed down tonight?

I ain't got no plans.

I'll work that out when
the sun goes down.

Ah, that's a
mistake, Mr. Endicott.

I mean, you ought to find
someplace to stake out now.

Now how in blazes
can I stake out a place

when I can't even see


You know, Mr. Endicott,
the old folks' home

isn't what you think it is.

Oh, yes it is.

It's a place for dying.

No, you're wrong.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Tell me something,

have you ever seen anybody
check out of that place

who wasn't wearing a coffin?

We'll make a deal with you.

You take a run out there with us

and if you don't like the place,

you don't have to stay.

Well...

if we didn't have this respect,

I'd never do it.

But you two fellas...

Well, you're my type.

Ah, I hope you didn't
steal that there cart, Mr...

Of course I didn't steal it!

I just borrowed it.

Don't act like a danged fool.

I need someone to show
this gentleman around.

He's a little reluctant to stay.

Quite an attractive
gentleman, too.

Strong but sentimental.

Obstinate but a heart of gold.

Glad to show the
gentleman around.

My name is Norma Fisher.

My name is Martin Endicott.

But my friends call me Buck.

Thank you, Buck.

It's a nice name.

It's strong but sentimental.

Oh, it's good to
feel a strong arm.

You know, most of the men
here, they come from the city

and they don't have
that outdoor-feel to them.

This is the dining room

and in the evening
we play Canasta.

Do you play Canasta?

No, I don't.

We play here in the evening.

We'll show you how to play.

You ever heard
of a game called...

Well, let's get his
things out of the car.

Well, I'll teach you that one.

Protect and serve.

Feel good about the
way that went down.

Me, too.

What is that?

May I see your license, please?

License.

CHB check sheet on the vehicle.

You'll notice that it's current.

My registration,
pink slips, the works.

Hate to spoil it
for you, Officer,

but this is one
completely legal vehicle.

I'm sorry, but
you'll have to admit,

it is a little unusual.

Yeah, tell me about it.

I hold the record
for busts, you know.



I tell you what,

why don't you send
us a picture of your t*nk

and I'll have it copied
and sent to all stations

along with a letter
of explanation.

Make 'em post it
in the squad room.

That's a very good idea.

Don't go away. I've
got one in the cockpit.

There, here we are.

Why didn't I think
of that before?

Thanks a lot, Officer.

Right through the red.

This is One-Adam-12 in
pursuit of a yellow GMC step van.

California license



Headed eastbound on
Arthur Place from Ventura.

It was wanted for traffic
violations only at this time.

All units on all
frequencies, stand by.

One-Adam-12 is in pursuit.

We got him. He made
the wrong choice.

You're under arrest.

It would appear so, wouldn't it?

What a perfectly
ghastly mistake.

Basil Farrington, we have
a felony warrant out on you.

I hope you're not intending

to put those
monstrous things on me.

I'm not the physical type.

Afraid so.

Ohh! The indignities
of my profession

become more and more unbearable.

What profession is that?

I am a man of wits...

a fox in a world of jackels.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Must you?

Why can't you fellas do
this with a little more style?

It's unpleasant enough being
treated as a common criminal.

We have to give you your rights.

I've heard them a dozen times.

I give up my right to have an
attorney present, and I give up my right

to remain silent.

Ah... shall we get on with it?

What would you like to do next?

Well, I assume you would
like to open the back of the van.

After all, you have a
felony warrant out on me,

so you won't need
a search warrant.

Where'd you learn all of that?

If you'll excuse the
expression, I learned it in stir.

You gentlemen
are about to witness

the most ingenious
scheme of my career...

The penny mutual mark-on maker.

Using the press to print
win tickets to the races.

Crudely put, but not
without an element of truth.

I also print show
and place tickets.

I've got to admit, it's clever.

Grossly understated. In fact,

it eclipses anything
that you ever heard of.

I put this van in the
parking lot of the track,

right under their very noses.

In between races, I would
write down the winners,

scoot out to the lot,
print up the ticket,

and be back before the
horses for the next race

were even in the paddock.

That, my young friends, exceeds
more than mere cleverness

by ten furlongs.

You know, Farrington,
if you devoted

the same energy and
genius to something legal...

My good sir, I
appreciate your concern

for my mental well-being,

but if you don't mind,
would you kindly shut up

and get me off this
concrete monstrosity?