04x12 - The Dinosaur

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One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12,

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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Briggman, Peters,

you'll work X-ray-9 today.

Malloy?

Yeah?

- Reed?
- Here.

Adam-12.

And we have a new man
on board today. McCall.

Art McCall?

Here.

I'm here, Sarge.

The reason I'm late, I've
been trying to figure out

how to put on this
newfangled belt.

I never saw anything like it.

Whoever heard of a
belt without a buckle?

Okay, let's hit the street.

Who's he?

Art McCall.

One of the best policemen
that every walked a beat.

He's a legend.

How is it I never heard of him?

He died eight years ago
saving Ben Powers's life.

Where's Art?

He's getting his
gear checked out

and a run-down on proper
procedures at the desk.

- That'll confuse him.
- Yeah.

Just so I don't have to
spend the rest of the day

wondering what
you meant in roll-call,

how about filling me in?

You mean about McCall?

Yeah.

It's exactly what I said.

He kept Ben Powers from
getting k*lled eight years ago

and died doing it.

Yeah, sure, he did.

He was dead for three minutes.

Doc Lindsley brought him back

by giving him
open-heart massage.

For a while, a lot
of people thought

he would've been
better off dead.

They said he'd be a vegetable.

He proved them
wrong. He recovered.

Not enough to
come back on the job,

so a year later, they retired
him with a disability pension.

What got him there?

Three well-placed .38 slugs.

Yeah, I think you told me
about it when I first came on.

Weren't you and Powers
probationers then?

Fresh out of the academy.

Green as shamrocks
and didn't want it to show.

Yeah, I remember now.

My first object lesson.

Always let your partner
know what you're doing.

Exactly.

If Powers hadn't walked
off thinking he was a big shot

trying to capture a
plain drunk all by himself,

McCall wouldn't have
ended up a disability case.

Well, turned out to be
an escape he didn't make.

While Powers was reaching
for his official officer's notebook,

the suspect put a
g*n in his stomach.

And he walked him to an
out-of-the-way parking lot.

He was just about
ready to pull the trigger

when McCall had to bail
him out by distracting him.

And McCall caught
three doing it?

It was Powers'
fault, green or not,

but you know, Art never
let him take any heat for it.

I never forgot that.

He was a cop I
really looked up to.

Well, I learned the easy way.

It's funny. When Art
got his walking papers,

he told me he'd be back.

I guess it was
his love for the job

that kept him hammering at the
pension commission for eight years.

Doctors finally gave the
pension board the green light.

Hey, you guys think I got lost?

I almost did.

Look at all this.

It's no wonder crime's going up.

It takes half a day to
get all your junk together.

Well, dump it all
in the back seat.

We'll see if we can
dig you up a briefcase.

How about a steamer trunk?

Here, you two take
good care of Art now.

He'll be riding with
you as a third man

for a deployment period or so.

Hey, two stripes and a
star. What's that mean, Pete?

You the chief training officer?

Just another one
of those changes.

Well, I've had six
years' experience.

Now all Pete has to do is
explain this fancy new equipment,

and I'm ready to roll.

Well, that's not quite all.

There have been a few other
changes in the last eight years.

Yeah, well, I bet street police
work is the same as it always was...

The good guys and the bad guys.

You won't have
to teach me there.

Any unit in the vicinity,

identifying handle. Man
assaulting a woman.

207 Redman Street.

One-Adam-12 p.m. watch clear,

and we'll handle


Let's go.

One-Adam-12,
Roger. Handle code 2.

Did you call us, ma'am?

Yes, I did. It's my
first call to the police

since I left Oregon
two years ago,

but now I don't
suppose it'll be my last.

Shirley Young, that's
my married name.

I'm female, Caucasian,


divorced, no children.

Those are the answers
to the questions

the Oregon police always asked.

You want more? Okay.

Frank Young, my ex-husband,



has a 3-inch scar
on his left cheek,

and he lives at this address.

This is what he looks like.

I want him picked up.

I want him locked up.
I want him put away.

I just want him
to leave me alone.

I'm sorry.

I just need help. I can't
go through this again.

I can't.

Well, maybe we can help.
Just tell us what's happened.

I didn't mean to sound smart.

It's just that I've been
through this so many times.

I thought it was finally
over two years ago,

and now he's back.

Six years ago I married Frank,
and six years ago I found out

what a mean, ugly,
mentally-disturbed man he is.

I tried everything...
Patience, love, understanding,

doctors, institutions,
everything.

He didn't change.

Change from what,
ma'am? What did he do?

It's what he's about
to do that I'm afraid of.

Frank has some kind
of wild fixation about me.

He's insanely jealous.

Battery's a crime in this state.

If he hits you, we can get
a warrant and arrest him.

They did the same
thing in Oregon.

It didn't do any good.

A few days in jail and
he'd always be back.

Finally divorced him.

And that didn't help?

About a month after the
divorce, Frank tried to k*ll me

by forcing my car
off a canyon road.

He was sent to the Oregon
State Penitentiary for two years.

After I recovered, I
moved here to Los Angeles.

When was he released?

Last week.

He turned up here today.

Now, it's started over again.

When he was here
today, what did he do?

Did he hit you?

No, but he has a g*n.

Did you see the g*n?

No, but I know it was
there under his coat.

Yes, ma'am, but did you see it?

No, but he has one. Believe me.

Well, how do you know that?

Oh, the way he talked, and
he kept touching his coat,

saying that if he couldn't
have me, then no one should.

Well, Mrs. Young, there's
not much we can do

unless he's committed
some kind of a crime.

Now, did Frank do anything
today besides talk to you?

You know, force his
way into the house

or try to hit you?

No. No, he didn't.

Just talk.

Talk that's going to drive
me crazy until the next time.

And then maybe it won't be talk.

That's why I need
your help, Officer. Now.

You'll get our help,
ma'am. We'll see to it...

We'll see to it that there's an
extra patrol around your house.

Besides that, there's
not much we can do now.

What you're saying is

that you're no different
than the Oregon police.

I got the same kind
of answers from them.

It's the only answer
we can give, ma'am.

We can't pick him up

if we don't have any
legal grounds to arrest him.

So all we do is tell
her to see an attorney,

try to get a restraining order,

and we'll give her
some extra patrol.

That's not much.

I say, "Let's go have
a chat with Frank."

You got his address.

What are we going to
chat about? The weather?

Aw, come on. He's an ex-con.
Good chance he has a g*n.

We drop by his pad. Turn
a g*n. He hits the slammer.

There's no PC, Art.

We move like that
searching his house,

we may wind up in the slammer
for violating his civil rights.

You're kidding?

No, he's not kidding.

I still say we
owe it to the lady.

Art, you're getting
your loyalties mixed up.

Now, what's that
supposed to mean?

Art, there's no
point in arguing.

Take my word for it,
Art. The law has changed.

Search and seizure has
a whole new interpretation.

Give it some time.

Yeah, sure. Okay.

I didn't mean to raise my voice.

It's okay. Forget it.

All units in the vicinity

and One-Adam-12.

One-Adam-12, a 459
silent at the warehouse,

417 Commerce Street. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Maybe this is our break.

I hope so.

Fill me in.

A g*ng of juvie burglars

has been knocking us dead
in the warehouse district.

Well, now, looks like

we're going to get down to
some righteous police work.

The kid parked in the alley.

Okay, boys, hold it right there.

Let's have it.

Come on, son. Give it up.

Don't get yourself
in any deeper.

Turn around and put your
hands on top of your head.

Okay, now I'm going to
tell you about your 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.

Slide over.

Name's Corky Nelson.

He's been planning
all these jobs.

Haven't you, son?

I don't want you fellows
talking to each other.

You sit there like good boys.

I think you hit it on the nose.

This was the big break
you were looking for.

Not a bad afternoon's work.

Three good burglars wrapped up.

If we can tie
Nelson in on the job.

Being a lookout
and proving burglary

are two different things.

We can do better than that.

Not only did my young
friend cop to this one,

but nine others.

Officer McCall, you're
right back in the swing.

I haven't lost the
touch, Officer Malloy.

Skillful interrogation, the
key to all good police work.

I think I taught you that once.

Maybe we could both
use a refresher course.

Getting some of these kids to
say two words takes a master.

Technique, my boy. Technique.

A little officious smile, a
touch of child psychology,

and pop the questions.

They can't help but talk.

Yeah, well, I
understand all that.

My problem is
they usually turn off

the second I read
them their rights.

Hope to shout.

That's like breaking
for a commercial

in the middle of a love scene.

You didn't give
Nelson his rights?

Of course not.

I had him cold turkey.
The time was right.

Why blow it with all
that legal hogwash?

Because the law says so.

"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."

Pete?

I think it's more than just
bringing him along slow.

I think you have to
come on strong with him.

He's fouled up almost
every day for the past week.

He's learning.
Give him some time.

He's got a lot of new
things to get a hold of.

Oh, I'm not talking about
procedures or the technical parts.

I'm talking about his attitude.

He's just not buying
the way things are today.

Look at the results.

Corky Nelson is
back on the street,

probably capering again,

and the way he handled
that show-up the other day.

Leading the witness
right up to the suspect.

We won't even get
that one into court.

He's blowing good cases

just because he thinks
the old way's the only way.

You're right. I agree with
everything you're saying.

Then, will you talk to him?

Yeah, I'll talk to him.

Do me a favor. Ease up.

McCall was a top policeman once.

He's trying to make it in
a whole new environment.

I think he'll come through
if we give him a chance.

Okay.

I sure have a lot
of tolerance for you.

Oh, glad to hear
you say that, partner.

After all the trouble I
went to breaking you in.

And my brother told me I was
crazy to come back on the job.

Finally when they
made the decision

and turned the insurance
business over to him,

he didn't argue too hard.

Sounds like he had a
pretty good thing going.

Oh, he made a good living,

but it bored the pants off me.

I could never get my mind
off the police department.

I guess you might
say it's my first love.

Now that you've been back
for a while, what do you think?

Uh, it's been a little
different, all right,

but I made up my
mind to follow the leader

and do things the right way,

even though I don't
necessarily agree

it's always really the best way.

That's a start.

Let's say we check out
Shirley Young's house.

That's the best ticket I've
seen since I've been back.

Except we don't write him.

If everything checks
out, he gets a warning.

You're kidding.

That's the policy.

I'll see what he has to say.

What does he mean, the policy?

Oh, the guy violated
our right-of-way.

If it had been somebody
else's, he'd get a citation.

So we're open game for
every lousy driver on the road?

Uh, it's not quite that bad.

The department doesn't
want us writing this guy

because they're
afraid it might look like

a personal issue in court.

It makes sense.

Well, like I said,

I don't necessarily
agree with the right way,

but if that's it, that's it.

You're learning.

Hold it, Mister.

Hands behind your head.

Who are you picking on?

Hands behind your head.

What's he got?

I don't know.

Gentlemen, a little
observation police work.

Two blocks from
his ex-wife's house,

and a g*n in his waistband,

I give you Mr. Frank Young.

That's him, all right.

It's him, all right.
It's him, all right.

Hey, yeah, man,
it's me. So what?

Oh, man, you're nowheres.
You got nothing on me.

Only an ex-con
with a g*n, friend.

That's a felony in
this state. Come on.

Well, now that pretty little lady
won't have to worry anymore.

Yeah, well, Art, did you
bother to talk to him just a little

before you searched him?

Oh, no need to.
He matched perfect.

I figured the best thing to do

was to find out if he
had a g*n, which he did.


another one for us.

Well, where were you, Malloy,

when Art was shaking Young down?

I was warning
a traffic violator.

Listen, what's going
on around here?

Why don't we just book this guy?

He's an ex-con with a g*n.

That automatically bounces
him back into the joint.

Now he's guilty. Doesn't
that count anymore?

He's also entitled to
the protection of the law,

and since we're
supposed to enforce it,

I think we should
uphold it as well.

I got to kick him loose, Pete.

Yeah, I know.

Good afternoon.

Still giving me
that extra patrol?

I don't blame you for
being upset, Mrs. Young.

We're sorry we
couldn't hold on to Frank.

Sorry doesn't
help much, does it?

No, it doesn't, but
that's all we can say.

Okay.

I accept your apology.

Are you still going to
keep an eye on the house?

All we can.

How have things been?

As far as Frank's
concerned, okay, I guess.

I haven't seen or heard from him

since you picked him up.

We're glad to hear that.

Mrs. Young, I want to tell
you personally how sorry I am.

Forget it.

I just get upset worrying
about what he might do.

Well, if there's anything
more we can do, just call.

I mean it.

Things got loused
up because of me.

I'd like to make up for it.

Thank you.

Listen, I have to
get to the store.

Yeah, sure.

I sure wish there were
something more we could do.

Sounds like you
had a change of heart

about Mac turning
Frank Young loose.

I'm trying, Reed. I'm trying.

I'll get an ambulance
and detectives rolling.

And the b*mb squad.

How's the girl, Sarge?

She's still on
the critical list,

but she seems to be improving.

Adam-14 turned a neighbor

or saw a man dressed
as a gas station attendant

working under the
hood of Mrs. Young's car.

We showed the
neighbor some pictures,

and he picked out Frank Young.

We got a positive I.D.

Can we take him?

We'll leave the cars
here and go on foot.

Malloy, Reed, take the front.

McCall, you cover the back.

Oh, I'd like to go
in with them, Mac.

I owe it to the girl.

You'll take the back, Art.

This is a police operation,
nothing more, nothing less.

Yeah, he's in there, all right.
He's packing his suitcase.

Police officers. Open up.

He's splitting!

Art, he's coming
around the side!

Come on, you creep.

Fine. Fine.

All right, you lousy...

Put the cuffs on him, Art.

It's all over.

How's it going?

You know, I wanted
to k*ll him, Pete.

I wanted to beat him to a pulp.

Yeah.

Well, the important
thing is that didn't happen.

I don't know.

Things just aren't the same.

The job isn't what I'd expected.

Maybe it'd have been different

if Mac hadn't let
Frank go the first time.

Well, you can't hang it on Mac.

You blew that one. You have
to accept the responsibility.

Then that girl's in the
hospital because of me.

Well, it might have
happened anyway,

but the fact is,

if you had done things
according to legal procedures,

Frank Young would
probably be in jail

and Shirley Young
wouldn't be in the hospital.

You're not pulling your
punches, are you, Pete?

Well, would you want me to?

Of course not.

It's just hard to realize
how different things are.

Eight years is a long time.

And maybe you're just not
cut out for the job anymore, Art.

Look, people have
to grow with change.

You just weren't
around to do it.

But I tried, Pete. Believe
me. I tried to change.

Yeah, I know. It's
just not working.

Look, I've been talking
you up with the guys

and trying to bring you along.

I can't do that anymore.

I'm out-of-step that far?

Art, you were a pro
once, but not today.

You're wrong,

and I wouldn't be your
friend if I didn't tell you.

But I can change,
Pete. I know I can.

Yeah, well, what
happens in the meantime?

A few more burglaries
we could've prevented?

Another injured girl?

And I just can't
catch up, is that it?

Art, you tried.

Now, look, we have
rookies that fail every day.

You know that.

Now, you made it once.
One of the best in the city.

Don't throw that away.

Hang on to your
pride and your dignity

and the reputation you
had eight years ago.

Art, you were a great cop.

That's the way I'd
like to remember you.

But how, Pete? What should I do?

Have you been happy
since you came back on?

No.

I've never been more
miserable in my life.

You answered your own question.