04x14 - Citizens All

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

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

♪♪

That guy in the Chevy up
ahead keeps checking us out.

Better run him.

Good idea.

This is One-Adam-12

requesting wants and
warrants on Ocean Xray Ida 787.

One-Adam-12, stand by.

One-Adam-12,
Ocean Xray Ida 787...

No want, no warrants.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

But why is he so spooked?

We have no probable
cause to pull him over.

I guess we'll never know.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12,
see the victim, 484 PS.

Northwest corner
Dunkirk and La Brea.

Code 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Why aren't you guys ever
around when I need you?

They got my purse.

I had everything in it...

My checkbook, my credit
cards, license, everything.

I had to borrow
a dime to call you.

All right, calm down
and start at the beginning.

What happened?

I just told you.
I've been robbed.

And look what
they did to my car.

I had just left my
apartment to go shopping.

I stopped at the
corner for a light.

And the next thing I knew,
this truck hits me from behind.

When I got out to see
what the damage was,

this creep jumps out
and grabs my bag.

Well, what did
your bag look like?

It was a white straw
bag with brass fittings.

It wasn't a cheap one, either.

Could I have your name
and address, please?

Laura Thomas,


You say this happened
on the corner of your street?

Mm-hmm, Delnar and Rose.

That's over a mile
from here, Miss.

Why didn't you go back
to your apartment and call?

Because I tried to follow
the truck. That's why.

Some stupid man
driver got in the way

and wouldn't let me pass.

They got away.

Can you describe the truck?

A truck.

One of those little
ones. Open in the back.

Like that one.

Only it was red.

A pickup truck?

Good name for it the way
they picked up my purse.

You didn't happen to see
the license plate, did you?

I certainly did.

It was blue and white.

Blue and white?

Sort of a royal blue
with white numbers on it.

Well, it would help
if you could tell us

what those numbers
were, Miss Thomas.

All you have to do is look for
a blue and white license plate.

What's so hard about that?

It sounds like a
Nevada plate, miss.

There are quite
a few around L.A.

On little red trucks?

Can you describe the occupants?

There were two of
them... The driver

and the one who jumped
out and grabbed my purse.

A dirty-looking thing.

He had hair almost
as long as mine.

With one of those
Indian headbands.

I think he was about your
size, but a lot younger...



What was he wearing?

I didn't notice

except for that n*zi
thing he had on his T-shirt.

A swastika?

Yeah.

I'll get this on the air.

This is partly your
fault, you know.

I beg your pardon.

The law says that in
case of an accident,

I have to stop, doesn't it?

Even a little one.

Then that makes
you partly responsible.

If I didn't stop, they
couldn't have robbed me.

Yeah, well, we just try
and enforce the laws.

We don't make
them. I'll tell you what.

If we turn up anything
on your purse,

we'll be in touch.

I won't hold my breath waiting.

Yeah. Would you
sign the report, please?

Right there.

Between the crooks
and the police,

an honest citizen
doesn't have a chance.

Royal blue with white numbers.

She was right about
one thing, though.

There can't be too many red
pickups around with Nevada plates.

Thought those guys would
have brains enough not to use

a vehicle that stood
out like a sore thumb.

Spur of the moment job.

Probably they saw an
easy touch and took it.

What's funny?

Oh, what you said about
sticking out like a sore thumb.

There was a guy over in Wilshire
division that kept pulling 211s.

He always wore the same thing,

lime-colored slacks and
a zebra-striped jacket.

We picked him
up at traffic court

when he was
appearing for a citation

in the same outfit,

and he could never understand
how we knew it was him.

Trouble?

Oh, no. No, the
engine overheated.

I'm just waiting
for it to cool off.

Are you a member of an auto club?
We could give them a call for you?

Oh, no, that's all right.
I'm in no particular hurry.

Besides, I really picked
the right spot for it.

You know, last week it
happened to me on the freeway.

You ought to have your
cooling system checked out.

Maybe you've got
a stuck thermostat.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll do that.

About time for 7, isn't it?



What's 7?

Lunch, coffee break,
whatever we have time for.

Oh.

Well, thanks a lot for
stopping. I really appreciate it.

You bet.

His radiator wasn't even warm.

He was hinky, all right.

This One-Adam-12
requesting wants in DMV

on California license
Ocean Nora Ida 431.

One-Adam-12, Ocean
Nora Ida 431. Stand by.

One-Adam-12, no want.

Ocean Nora Ida 431,
a 1971 Chevrolet sedan

registered to Warren Jarvey,

1862 Dalton Street, L.A.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Jarvey. That name rings a bell,

but I can't tie it to anything.

MO bulletin?

I don't know. Could be.

Let's take a look.

This is One-Adam-12. Show
us code 6 at Griffith Park.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

You want me to call for backup?

No, it might spook
whoever he's waiting for.

Hold it! Freeze!

Hands on top of your head.

Lousy fink cops.

You said you
were going to lunch.

We weren't hungry.

Well, well.

Look at this.

Don't ask me.

I never saw it before.

Treasury boys
came by the station.

That was a great bust.

$150,000 in funny money.

And now I don't feel so bad.

That sure looked
like the real thing.

You were right about
Jarvey. The name anyway.

It's his brother Francis Jarvey.

He's a paper hanger
from way back.

Phony payroll checks.

He's got another brother
in McNeil doing federal time.

Forged securities.

Sounds like quite a family.

Yeah.

The kind we can do without.

Say, you guys plan on
taking the rest of the day off?

What was that you
said about a great bust?

Yeah, well, don't let
it go to your heads.

Finish your coffee
and hit the streets.

What would you do if you
had 150,000 in cash, Pete?

I think I'd worry a lot.

You guessed it.

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

a 507 hi-fi. 11150
Gordon Avenue.

Pierre will meet
in front of 11144.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

♪♪

Listen to that, officers.

Day and night, it's like that.

I can't take anymore.

Have you asked
them to quiet down?

Dozens of times.

They stop for a while. Then
they start blasting again.

It's got the missus a
nervous wreck. And me, too.

Who lives there?

Jones is the name.

Everett Jones.

Used to be a nice man.

Kept his place up real nice.

That was before his wife passed
away about three months ago.

You never saw such
a change in a man.

He's like a different person.

You said, "They
started blasting."

- Who are they?
- The kids.

His children?

No, the Jones never
had any children.

Just a bunch of kids.

I don't know where
they come from

or anything about them.

But there's a bunch of them.

In and out. Day and night.

Sometimes I wonder how that
little house can hold them all.

Well, how old are these kids?

Oh, they're young
people. Wrong but young.

You know the kind...
Funny clothes, hair,

hard to tell the
boys from the girls.

Yes, sir.

Well, we'll see what we can do.

It might be better if you
went back in your house, Mr...

Walters. Jason Walters.

I didn't want to
call the police.

I always try to get
along with my neighbors,

but we just can't take anymore.

Yes, sir, we understand. You want
to go back in your house now, please?

Yes. Thank you, officers.

I'd like to speak to
Mr. Jones, please.

What do you want?

Are you Mr. Jones?

Yeah, I'm Jones.
What do you want?

Well, we'd like to talk to
you. Can we come inside?

Not unless you got
a warrant, you don't.

What do you want
to talk to me about?

Would you step out on the
porch please, Mr. Jones?

All right, I'm out.
What do you want?

It sounds like quite a party
you were having in there.

What business is that of yours?

It isn't as long as it
stays in proper bounds.

Meaning what?

Well, the music for
one thing, Mr. Jones.

You can hear it
halfway down the street.

We had a complaint.

You don't hear it now, do you?

No, sir, and it would help

if you'd ask the
kids to hold it down.

Boy, you cops. You just
never give up, do you?

All you can think about is
pushing young people around.

Well, you're not
going to do it this time.

This is my property, my
home, and what I do here

is no business of the
Los Angeles Gestapo.

That kind of talk
doesn't help, Mr. Jones.

Don't you tell me how to talk.

You're a public servant,

and I'm one of the citizens
who pays your salary.

We don't want to make
a federal case out of this.

We're just asking you
to hold the noise down.

All right, you've asked me.

Now, is there anything else?

No, sir, not right now.

Is that supposed to be a threat?

We don't make threats, but
sometimes we give advice.

I don't need your advice.

Suit yourself,
but if I were you,

I'd make sure none of my
guests were under legal age.

All right, boys,
you've done your job.

Now, if you don't mind,

I've got more
important things to do.

Let's get out of here.

Give us a call if
it gets loud again.

Jones kind of got
to you, didn't he?

Well, that "I am
a citizen" routine

gets a little thick
after a while.

They never seem to
get it through their heads

that we're citizens, too.

Hey, relax. You look uptight.

Ah, not really.

I was just thinking about what
Mr. Walters said about Jones.

You know, the way he
was before his wife died

and how something like
that can change a person.

His wife gone, no children.

Some people just
can't take being along.

You sound like
you're sorry for him.

No, just trying to
understand him.

Mad doesn't solve anything.

You're something else, Pete.

You can bet those kids
are playing him for a sucker.

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

a 415 fight at the drive-in.

Marshall and 5th. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Come on! Break it up!

Let me go or I'll k*ll him.

All right, now,
cool it. It's over.

Okay. All right, but I
want that creep arrested.

He jumped me
for no reason at all.

All right, now, just
calm down and stay put.

What's this all about?

What's it always about?

Big mouth comes
looking for trouble

and starts to scream
when he gets it.

I'll show you who's a
big mouth, wise guy!

I'll tear your head off!

All right, come on. Keep quiet.

Now, I don't want to
have to tell you again.

Now, give me your
driver's license.

For what?

Just give it to me. Hmm?

All right, now, just stay here
and keep quiet. You understand?

I'm an actor. Westerns mostly.
I always play the bad guy.

Ron McKee, isn't it?

Yeah, I'm surprised you know it.

Even though I've been
around for a long time,

people recognize the face,

but they can't
put a handle on it.

How did the fight get started?

Well, I was having
a burger and a malt.

This joker drives in
and parks next to me.

Male Caucasian, brown and brown,



DOB 9/11/31.

One-Adam-12, Roger. Stand by.

Then he starts making
wisecracks to the waitress

talking just loud enough
so I'd be sure to hear.

Why don't you ask
her? She'll tell you.

Right now I'm asking you.
What kind of wisecracks?

The usual stuff.

Big, bad man of the movies.

Probably a phony.
Pansy, you know.

Restricted 840 PC.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Thank you.

Well, I tried to ignore him,

and that's when he
started bugging me.

I asked her to take my tray
so I could get out of here.

Then he came over to my car
and asked me for my autograph.

Real salty.

And I told him to go
somewhere and grow up.

That's when he tipped
the tray in my lap.

Pete?

Excuse me.

Well, it's about time.

I want that guy arrested.
You understand?

On what grounds?

He assaulted me.
as*ault and battery.

Did you spill that
tray into his lap?

It was an accident.

It still don't give him no right
to start swinging, does it?

I'm going to sue that bum.

I'm going to sue him
for every nickel he's got.

The waitress said
McKee didn't hit you.

I don't think you've
got much of a case.

I see. What did he do?

Promise you guys a pass to
a movie studio or something?

Listen. I know my rights.

Glad to hear it.

Turn around and put your hands
behind you back. You're under arrest.

Traffic warrants.

The bail's fixed at
$385. Now turn around.

Let's go.

Hey, what's going on?

Traffic warrants.
A word of advice,

next time try and walk away.

I tried to this time.

Some people just won't let you.

Yeah, tell me about it.

What do you say we roll by
Jones' house before we hit the barn?

Okay, but if he's
having another party,

it's your turn to
go to the door.

California plate.

It won't hurt to take a look.

Call a backup unit
and cover the front.

Okay.

This is One-Adam-12
requesting a backup unit

at 11150 Gordon Avenue.

Possible 484 suspects
at this address.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

One-Adam-59, One-Adam-59,
back up One-Adam-12.

11150 Gordon Avenue.
Possible 484 suspects.

Take anything you want, Ray,

but please don't hurt anybody.

Dummy up, Grandpa.

Get the TV set,
Joy. Hurry it up.

All right, you guys
cover the front.

Okay, Grandpa. I know
you got some bread

around here
somewhere. Let's have it.

One of them is coming out.


Grandpa. Where is the rest of it?

There isn't any more,
Ray. Believe me.

Not until my next
insurance check comes.

Don't try to con me,
Grandpa. The word is out.

If you need a place
to crash, see Jonesy.

If you need some
dough, ask Jonesy.

You're a big man
with the kids, Jonesy.

A big man like you has got
to have more than 60 bucks.

But I swear I don't
have anymore.

Why would you want to rob me?

I'm just trying
to be your friend.

You are about two seconds away

from a big hole in your stomach.

I got in fair and square!

Thank God you got here
when you did, Officer.

He might have k*lled us.

Not with this.

No shells.

How did they get in here?

Just knocked on the door.

I try to make everybody welcome.

Even the Los Angeles
Police Department?

I'll get the book.

I'm sorry about that, Officer.

I didn't really mean it.

It was a stupid thing
to say. I apologize.

Well, you don't have
to apologize, Mr. Jones,

but we'd appreciate
it if in the future

you were a little more careful

about who you made
welcome in your house.

All right, kids. Party's over.

Everybody, go home.

Come on.