04x24 - The Wednesday Warrior

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

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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Hey, Jim!

Wait up.

Al, how you doing?

I finally made it.

I bet you never
figured I'd stick it out.

I've been following your
progress. I'm really proud of you.

Today's the day I get my
first ride in a black and white.

I got my job fixed, so I'm
working two days this week

and then every other Wednesday.

I'm in Xray 25.

Who'd you get for a partner?

Ed Wells. I just met
him a few minutes ago.

He seems like a
pretty sharp guy.

Maybe you could tell
me something about him.

You know, I want to make
a good first impression.

Oh. Pete, I'd like
you to meet Al Porter.

Al, this is my
partner Pete Malloy.

Oh, you're Jim's
friend from night school.

Right.

Al was just asking
me about Ed Wells.

He drew him for a partner
for the next two days.

Just do whatever Ed tells
you, and everything'll be fine.

Yeah, but what
kind of a guy is he?

He's...

He's very definite.

That's just the kind of partner
I want for my first time out.

Look, Pete, I'll
meet you in roll call.

I forgot something in my locker.

Al, nice to have you aboard.

Don't even talk to
me about it, Reed.

All I'm asking you to do,
Ed, is to take it easy on him.

Why? Because you
figure he can't cut it?

I mean, because if
that's the way you feel,

why did you recommend
him for the reserve program?

Ed, he finished first in his
reserve class up at the Academy.

Oh, that's terrific.

See, because then,
if we get in a beef,

he can stand around and
recite the Penal Code to him.

That ought to be a big help.

Just give him an even break.

Don't worry about it,
Reed, I got it all figured out.

I'm putting him in charge
of all the paperwork.

He ought to be right at home

sharpening pencils
and filling out forms.

He couldn't take a box of
cookies away from a Girl Scout.

Ed, why don't you
do us all a favor?

What's that?

Grow up.

One-Adam-12 clear.

One-Adam-12 clear.

Don't let Wells throw you.

Of all the guys for Al to
draw on his first patrol,

Wells is probably
the worst choice.

Look at it this way. If he can cut it
with Wells, he can cut it with anybody.

Yeah, but nobody should have
to put up with a clown like Wells

for only $10 a month, Pete.

These reserve guys
are helping us out,

so what's the point
in harrassing them?

We both know
Wells is a wise guy,

but he's not a bad cop.

So don't worry about it,
he'll take care of Porter.

Yeah. That's what I'm afraid of.

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

see the park superintendent.

A 415. Westside Park, code 2.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Look, we're not
leaving. That's it.

I'm telling you guys for the last time
you can't sleep in this park tonight.

- Why not?
- Because it's against
city park regulations.

That's all you
know is regulations.

Look, we don't have
any other place to go.

I'm only trying to
explain the rules to you.

Rules. We're not
gonna bug anybody.

Would you talk to these kids?

They won't listen to me.

Maybe we better start from the
beginning. What's your name?

Yeah, well, I'm
Harvey Mortenson.

Park superintendent.

I got here this morning, and all these
kids were camping out in the park.

Now, I told them, "You
can't sleep here all night.

And come 9:30, you're
gonna have to clear out."

They wouldn't believe me,
so I had to call you cops.

He's giving it to you straight.

It's against the law to
camp in a public park.

Look, who's it gonna hurt?

We came here for the rock
concert on Sunday, that's all.

We decided to stay here
and hang out until it's over.

Don't you have any friends
here that you could stay with?

Town's filled up. We tried a half a
dozen crash pads. So we settled here.

I'm sorry, but if you're
here at 9:30 tonight,

you're gonna get arrested.

Yeah, big deal.

Thanks for all the help,
man. You're a real trip.

Hey, look. The curfew
only applies to public parks.

If you're not in a park,
you could camp out.

This is L.A., man.

I mean, if it's not a park,

it's asphalt and streetlights.

What about Father
Donelly's church?

Why not?

What? What's going on?

There's a church
up on Santa Monica.

It's about five
minutes from here.

There's a lot of grass
and trees around it.

The man to see's a priest
named Father Donelly.

So?

Well, it's not a park,
it's private property.

So there's no law
against camping out there.

He sometimes makes it available
to people with problems like yours.

You mean you guys would let us?

Yeah, we'll drop by and
tell him to expect you.

Well, what about
the rest of the cops?

If they see us there,
they'll probably roust us.

When we get back to the station,

we'll post a notice
on the bulletin board.

Too much.

Hey, listen, I'm sorry we
gave you such a hard time.

We'll clear out.

Forget it.

Hey, hey!

This is kind of hard for me.
I mean, you guys are cops.

I never expected...

Forget it, man.

Have a good time
at the rock concert.

All right, let's
go to that church.

All units in the vicinity
and One-Xray-25,

a 211 in progress at the bank.

7408 North Crenshaw.

One-Xray-25, handle code 3.

That's Wells and Porter.

This is One-Adam-12.
We'll back up Xray-25

at 7408 North Crenshaw.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Hold it.

Officers, he's already
left about five minutes ago.

Young man, 6 foot, about 20.

Blond hair, with a knapsack.

- Who are you?
- I'm the branch manager.

We preserved the scene,
just like you guys tell us.

We have a film
surveillance system.

As soon as we realized we were
being robbed, the teller triggered it.

I think we got a good
picture of the man.

Where's the teller now?

We have her in
a room by herself.

She's trying to recall as many
details as she can about the man.

We better have a talk with her.

I'll call detectives to put
out a broadcast on this guy.

Officer, this is Tonya Baker.

She's the girl that was held up.

- Hi.
- Excuse me.

You've had a pretty exciting
morning, haven't you, Miss Baker?

Yes, I guess you could say that.

You want to tell me as much
about it as you can remember?

Well, it happened very fast.

I've been sitting
here trying to recall it,

but the whole thing is blank.

Let's take it a
little bit at a time.

Did he have a g*n?

Yes. It was a revolver, I think.

Was he young or old?

Oh, he was young, about 20.

Um, he had blond hair. It was
kind of long, shoulder length.

Can you remember
what he was wearing?

Jeans, I think.

And he had a knapsack
that was strapped to his back.

But it was tied in the front
so you couldn't take it off.

How tall?

Well, this is sort of funny.

The bank has this little line

drawn on the wall across
from the tellers' window.

And if someone
comes up in front of you,

you can look right past
him and see the line.

It's set at exactly 6 feet.

And it's supposed to help
with things like this, you know?

Well, it's kind of embarrassing.
You'll never guess.

You forgot to look, right?

You know it. I was so scared,
I didn't even think of looking.

It's kind of funny, though.

I think the robber was
even more scared than me.

And as I think of it,

he kept on apologizing
for holding me up.

It's a four.

We were all the way on the other side
of the division before we got the call.

Get the report book, Albert.

You're gonna get a chance to
do some real heavy policework.

Ease up, Ed.

You know something, Reed?

This buddy of
yours is a real spook.

He thinks the Kings
are European monarchs.

I'm trying to tell him
they play hockey.

Well, if that's all you're
up to discussing, Ed,

I can introduce you to a couple
of characters on Main Street

who can give you the wrestling
results all the way back to 1956.

Yeah? You ought to try
riding with him sometime.

How's it going?

Pretty good. Where's Pete?

He's inside. I put out
the call for the detectives.

Yeah, well, we'll
take over from here.

Come on, Albert. Come on.

Looks like she told you guys just about
everything she's going to remember.

We'll go over it when your
partner gets through writing it up.

We can take off, huh?

Right.

I hope we can
catch this guy or guys

before they hit
every bank in town.

If anything turns up
on the film, let me know.

Right.

One-Adam-12, clear.

One-Adam-12, clear.

What was all that about?

It's kind of screwy.

Apparently, this is the fourth
robbery like this in a week.

All the tellers were handed
notes typed on the same typewriter,

all the bandits were
wearing knapsacks.

What's so strange about that?

One thing doesn't mesh.

None of the robbers
fits the same description.

They're all about the same age,

they all had long hair,

but some are thin, some
are fat, a real mixed bag.

It's got the detectives
going in circles.

How's Porter?

He's getting a good
case of writer's cramp.

You got something?

That guy's acting
hinky up there.

He's got a brake light
out. Let's check him.

Yeah, why not?

One-Adam-12 requesting
wants and warrants

on California plate
Victor Tom Ida 242.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Victor Tom Ida 242,
no want, no warrant.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Hey, I'm sorry if I did
anything wrong, Officer.

I try and drive carefully.

You know, watch out for
little children and small dogs.

Is this your present
address, Derek?

No, sir. I live
with my aunt now.

My parents are dead.

They were k*lled
in a plane crash.

Is the car registered to you?

No, sir. It's my aunt's.

Is the registration in the car?

Yeah.

Mrs. Arnold Cutter, 257
Sentinel Way, Los Angeles.

She's my aunt.

The reason I stopped you,
Derek, you got a brake light out.

Oh, you thought this
was a hot car, didn't you?

Go ahead, admit it.

Well, it doesn't
hurt to be safe.

Be sure and tell your aunt
to have that brake light fixed.

- Sure.
- Derek, does your aunt
have a child?

Uh, yeah, my little cousin Todd.

Boy, little kids sure grow fast.
It's really strange, you know?

That's half the
fun. How old is he?

Around six months, I guess.

You want to try again?

What are you talking about?

These are toddler size 3.

This child's between


No kidding?

No kidding.

Don't say anything, Susan.

We got the right to an attorney,
and we're not giving up nothing!

These bums can go climb a tree.

- All right, knock it off.
- Ah, shove off, pig.

One-Adam-12, clear.

One-Adam-12, clear.

I almost let that kid
go, hot car and all.

Don't let it get to you, Pete.

I keep you from
booting the close ones.

Hm. Lucky me.

Hey, pull over, Pete.

You gotta stop
worrying about him.

It's not him I'm worried about.
I'm just looking out for Wells.

Sure.

Better stand back, Reed.

Porter is about to attempt
a feat of incredible difficulty.

I can believe it.

Riding with you's got to be
one of the all-time bummers.

He made me stop this kid here

because his truck is
laying down a smokescreen

you could've hid a
Marine column under.

Kid insists that his
exhaust burns clean.

So we're arranging
a little demonstration.

Yes, sir, we get
all the hot ones.

Wait. Wait here, please.

All set, Ed. Hi, fellas.

How's it going?

Pretty good. How about you?

Yeah, fine.

When you guys finish
with the small talk,

maybe Officer Reed
here can hand out cookies.

Maybe Officer Wells could
wind up wearing the cookies.

Well, come on,
get at it, let's go.

Would you go over there, please?

I'll... I'll g*n it.

Why don't you
ease up on him, Ed?

He'll do a better job if
you stop spooking him.

Save your breath, Pete.

Well, at last Officer Reed
and I agree on something.

Porter is exactly
what he looks like.

An electrical engineer who
got tired of watching cops on TV.

I can't exactly
explain it, Reed.

It's just a feeling I have.

This guy has got no
flair for policework.

Hey, something
eating at you, Jim?

No, I'm just late
getting home, that's all.

You know, it looks
to me like you've got

a bad case of
mother hen disease.

- It shows that much, huh?
- Yeah.

Look, Porter's just got
one more day with Wells.

And the next time he comes in,
he'll probably draw somebody else.

Wells is riding him a little,
but it's for his own good.

There's a kid with a
bashed-in pickup truck

who'll give you an
argument on that one.

If you're riding
with me, let's go.

Oh, Pete, Sergeant
Edwards dropped by.

They developed the film from
the hidden camera at the bank.

He said to tell you the guy
that pulled that job this morning

doesn't match any
of the other suspects.

You know, something that teller
said keeps sticking in my mind.

He kept apologizing.

He seemed nervous,
kept apologizing.

Hmm. It's almost like
somebody was going around

forcing people off the streets

to pull those bank heists.

Yeah, sure, Mac.

And maybe somebody's
running a school

for 211 men and the
final exam's the bank job.

Yeah. See you in
the morning, Jim.

Anyway, he came over
to the house last night.

Jean could tell he was really
bugged, so she left us alone.

He's really disillusioned, Pete.

He's talking about quitting.

There's nothing you
can do about it, Jim.

Besides, I didn't think Porter
was that close a friend of yours.

Yeah, he is.

So when I mentioned to him
that he should join the reserves,

I never thought that he'd do it.

But now, I feel
responsible for him.

Look, I know it sounds
weird, but I can't help it.

I mean, if he should wind
up getting hurt or something,

I'd feel like it was my fault.

You know better than that.

On the surface I do.

But I'm involved.

I hope that doesn't mean we're gonna
have to follow him around with a dustpan.

Yeah, that's exactly
what it means.

At least until he's broke in.

That okay with you?

Oh, sure, it's just
what I was hoping for.

The answer to a
policeman's prayer.

All units in the vicinity
and One-Adam-12,

a 211 in progress at the bank.

1401 Axtel Avenue.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Drop the g*n, Mister!

Drop it.

Don't sh**t, please.

It's not... It's not
what you think.

Put your hands up and
come forward slowly.

Listen, stay back from me.

I've got a b*mb
in this knapsack.

If I try and take it
off, he'll blow me up.

You guys gotta believe me.

I was hitchhiking.
This guy picks me up.

He pulled a g*n and forced
me to put on this knapsack

and hold up this bank.

He's listening to everything
I say on this walkie-talkie.

If I don't do what he wants,

he'll detonate the
b*mb in this knapsack.

Please, let me go.

Tell 'em to get back,
or you're dead, kid.

You hear that?

I'm not fooling. Please,
he means business.

Guess that answers
a lot of questions.

We're not gonna
let you walk away.

Take off now, kid,
or you're a dead man.

Come on!

Get moving, come on.

Come on, move!

Stay back, all of you.

You all better pull
back out of here,

or I'll push this thing and
blow that cop to pieces.

Drop your g*ns and
start pulling back,

all of you.

All but you.

You stay put.

Hold it.

Let's go, hands
on top of your head.

How'd you know that
was a dummy b*mb?

Well, I didn't really know.

It was a calculated risk,
kind of a probability ratio

based on pertinent
facts and observations.

You know, kid, you're
making me feel awful stupid.

That's no way to
cut it with superiors.

Uh, I'm sorry.

A lot of things didn't add up

if you understand the
dynamics of radio detonation.

Oh.

Well, like, if that was
really a b*mb in there,

he would have been a
lot more careful with it.

He never would have taken
that kid back into the car

and then entered into a
chase down residential streets

where it could have been detonated
by somebody changing TV channels

or some guy opening
his garage door.

Not to mention all the ham
operators in the neighborhood.

Oh, yeah, that
makes a lot of sense.

Especially with the biggest ham
on the LAPD right behind you.

Don't interrupt.

Go ahead, kid.

Well, that's about it.

Well, you know how
to write it up, don't you?

Good. Well, suppose
you go back to the car

and start working on the report.

Well, it's been a struggle.

But I think I'm turning
him into a pretty good cop.

That took a lot of guts.

Why don't you go tell him that?

I don't have to.

I'm putting him up
for the Medal of Valor.