06x23 - L.A. International

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FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO: One-Adam-. One-Adam-, a in progress.

One-Adam-, handle code .

[SIREN WAILING]

-Which turn are you gonna take? -Century, I guess.

That's what I figured.

That's the slow way.

-The slow way? -Yeah.

What you wanna do is take the La Tijera off and then go down to Manchester,

and it kind of brings you in the back way to the airport.

-That's longer. -I know. But it's faster.

Who says so?

Pete, everybody who works at the airport takes that route.

Most people don't know about it.

You don't work at the airport. How come you know about it?

I read it in one of those paperback books you buy in a supermarket

you know, the ones about Los Angeles.

Nobody knows about it.

Come on, Pete. Woods took it yesterday. Said it was great.

Woods thinks everything about the airport's great.

Do you hear what happened to him yesterday?

No, what?

A stop light at Century and Sepulveda went out

he had to stand there and direct traffic for four hours.

Poor baby.

WOODS: Well, if your vehicle was parked there, it probably wasn't stolen.

A tow truck impounded it.

That's right, call the number I gave you,

and if it's not there, we'll take a theft report.

Good-bye.

Welcome to Hectic Hollow.

He's been here a week and already talks like a native.

Any action out here, Woods?

Plenty. But all I've seen is a lot of W and W.

Dare we ask?

It'll hurt his feelings if you don't.

What's W and W?

Whistle and wave.

I should have hurt his feelings.

[PHONE BUZZING]

Desk, Woods.

They're here now, Sergeant. I'll send them in. Right.

Sergeant Porter will see you now.

You do good work, Woods.

Hey, I'm only filling in for Roberts. He's on a coffee break.

I'll see you guys out there.

-Malloy, Reed. -How you doing?

Nice to have you guys back, even if it is only for vacation relief.

Thanks. Many changes around here?

Not really. Just more people and a few new scams.

You'll be Zebra- again

and your area will be terminals two and three.

You're familiar with the alert board. Check it before you go out.

Fine. We got time for coffee before we go?

Sure. I'll join you.

I see you've still got a full house in your Rogue's Gallery.

The faces on that Alert Board may change. But it always seems to stay full.

For every Bunco artist, smuggler, purse snatcher we catch

two more seem to pop up and take the place.

What's her story?

She goes up to a business man, starts crying

says she's short four bucks on her ticket home to San Francisco.

We keep busting her for panhandling

but she pops up here every once in a while.

Quite an assortment.

Try to familiarize yourselves with as many of these as you can.

Sergeant, I think we've got something going down in the screen out here.

Right. This is new since you've been here.

We can cover most of the parking lots.

What have you got, Woods?

Here in the west corner. Looks like a rip-off.

Parking lot G. Hit it.

Wait a minute.

They're going out the west side of the parking lot.

They got to through that construction area in order to get away.

Take the bikes over to the south end. They'll come right by you.

-We'll watch from here. -Right.

MALLOY: Go ahead.

MALLOY: All right, get your hands where I can see them.

You, driver. Step out of the car.

Hey, man, what you stop me for?

Step around to the back.

-I wasn't even going five miles an hour. -Let's go.

Over there.

Hands on top of your head.

Hey, man. What's the rush? I'm clean.

Now you, pal. Step up to the front fender.

Hands on top of your head.

You're both under arrest for burglary from auto.

You gotta be flipped. We ain't done nothing.

Hey, you don't have a search warrant.

Big deal. That's my sister's.

Really?

What's her name?

Give them their rights.

Zebra- to airport base. We have the suspects in custody.

WOODS:Airport base, roger, I'll send a unit out for transportation.

Roger. Have them stop at the victim's car and leave a note for her to contact

the sub-station to make a report.

Roger, Zebra-.

-Hey, Jim. Let me have your pen, will you? -Yeah.

This one's out of ink.

-Want some more coffee? -Yeah. Thanks.

[WHISTLING]

There you go. All done.

Now wait a minute.

Sorry, Pete, I don't want my name on this report.

What're you talking about?

You spelled "separate" wrong.

You're right. It should be A-R-A-T-E.

Remember, Pete. There's always a "rat" right in the middle of "separate."

That was close.

Don't know what I'd do without you, partner.

-Good reports. -Thanks.

You've got six airlines on your b*at.

Make sure each airline gets a copy of this bulletin.

It's on a guy wanted for m*rder.

-Anything else? -That's it.

Well, I'll handle this one, partner.

-Hi. -Hi.

Where are Officers Leonard and Phillips?

Well, they're on vacation.

I'm Pete Malloy and this is my partner, Jim Reed.

-How you doing? -Hi. I'm Jody Drake. Pleased to meet you.

We've got an alert bulletin for you.

Let me put this on our board. I'll be right back.

-Nice. -You bet.

MAN: Hey, stop. Stop, thief. Stop!

Thief, stop! Stop, thief. Stop!

-Hey, let go! -Let go of that bag!

All right, hold it. Break it up, both of you.

Oh, Officer.

Arrest that creep, he's trying to steal my suitcase.

-What do you mean yours, it's mine? -You liar!

All right, cool it. Both of you.

If it's your suitcase, then why were you running?

Well, what would you do if some thug was chasing after you?

I never saw that guy before in my life.

You never saw that suitcase before either!

I bought it in New York last month.

Can either of you identify the contents?

Sure. Some shirts and socks and stuff like that.

I got the claim check, right here.

That's not gonna help. There's no tag on the bag.

Do you have any objection if I open it?

[STUTTERING] Officer, I...

I could be mistaken about that bag. It looked like mine, but...

I don't know. I'll go back to the luggage area and see if I can locate mine.

I'm sorry to have troubled you, fellow.

-But it did look like my bag, you know. -Just wait here a minute.

Hey, listen. It might not be my bag either.

It looks like mine, but maybe I made a mistake.

How about that? One suitcase and two owners and nobody wants to claim it.

It's grass!

This guy's a pusher.

What do you mean, me? You had the bag.

Well, let's not fight over who gets credit.

One of you is a pusher, and the other one is a thief.

We'll let the investigators sort it out.

Turn around, put your hands behind your back, palms together.

Come on, let's go.

Jerry, I thought you were going to be out in the street with us.

Yeah, so did I, but Roberts had to go over to one of the satellites

and bust a guy selling phony diamond rings.

If this keeps up, you won't even get out of here to whistle and wave.

Yeah. I don't mind this so much.

But I would like to get out there and see the people.

You know, it's amazing to realize that some of them will be having

breakfast in Rome or dinner in Paris.

Jerry, you're just a romanticist.

It's hard not to be when you consider I'm gonna brown bag it in the station.

[PHONE BUZZING]

Desk, Woods.

Yes, Sergeant.

No, we haven't been able to find the guy.

No, but we've got two units. It's quite good.

MAN: The money you took out of my wallet.

The money you took, this afternoon out of my wallet,

you put it right in your right pocket.

-Kind of busy. -I want my money, now!

-All right, knock it off. -I'm gonna bust you into pieces.

-This guy's a psycho. -What's going on?

We're talking about families. I've got a daughter same age as his.

-I give him his back and he flips out. -Then what happened?

Well, I hand him back his wallet and he gives me mine.

Then I notice all my money's gone.

How much did you have?

I was on my way overseas. bucks, exactly.

-You sure he's got it? -Yeah, I'm sure.

Yeah. I saw him stash something in his right coat pocket.

Okay, you calm down and let us handle it.

Yeah, fine.

But there's one other thing about the money...

Look, I don't want to get this kid in trouble.

He's probably a little shell-shocked or something, you know.

What's your name, sir?

Franklin. Preston Franklin. I own an electronics company here in L.A.

Mr. Franklin, this man is accusing you of stealing a lot of money from him.

That's ridiculous.

We have to check it out. Do you have much cash on you?

That's all I carry.

I don't like credit cards.

I'm gonna be in Chicago for three days on business,

so I do have a lot of cash on me, what does that prove?

Mind showing us how much?

Not if it will settle this.

Probably four to five hundred dollars.

What about your right coat pocket?

Yes, I do have cash there.

or bucks.

Last I heard, dollars worth of Japanese yen won't spend well in Chicago.

Zebra-, clear.

-That was a good meal. -Yeah, for a coffee shop.

Foot fell asleep.

Let's check the parking lot.

WOMAN: Officer Malloy.

-Hi. What's going on? -I was just going to call the police.

See that man, third counter down.

-Brown suit? -That's him.

I sold him two tickets to Honolulu last week at our downtown office.

He used a credit card in the name of Carlson.

What about it?

No, but he's buying four tickets to New York

now with a credit card in the name of Burton.

Okay, we'll check it out.

All right, hold it.

Put your hands on top of your head.

Porter B. Fielding, J. D. Parker,

Burton G. Conway,

Don Peterson.

Nice work. His real name is Lester Harrison.

Bunco already has a want out on him.

-For stolen credit cards? -Yeah.

It's a two-man operation.

Harrison on the outside, selling,

and a post office mail sorter on the inside.

Inside guy's job was to pull letters with new credit cards

and pass them on to Harrison.

But wouldn't there be a pretty quick want out on the cards?

Not for at least days, maybe as much as .

Depending on the billing period.

And in the mean time, old Lester's out buying tickets to re-sell.

Neat.

How about the guys waiting for the companies to issue their cards?

Wouldn't they be checking up to see why they haven't arrived?

Oh, a few might. Most just figure it takes a long time for the card to get there.

The ticket agent gets a gold star.

Yeah. She'll get a reward from the credit card company.

[PHONE BUZZING]

Yeah?

Yeah, thanks, Woods.

Flight from Chicago is just coming in.

Chicago PD's sending us back an-year-old runaway.

Name's Keith Wheatley.

His mother will pick him up here in the office,

but she's gonna be late. We had trouble getting a hold of her.

You guys go up and see that he gets down here okay.

-Satellite . -Right.

Gentlemen, this is Keith Wheatley.

Hi, Keith. I'm Officer Reed, this is Officer Malloy.

-Hi. -You gonna arrest me?

Not unless you give us a lot of trouble.

-I'm all through running. -Okay, let's go.

Right down here.

How come my mother didn't meet me?

REED: She's gonna meet us at the station.

MALLOY: Any special reason for going to Chicago?

My father lives in Chicago now.

They're divorced, him and my mother.

You don't have to run away to see him, do you?

He's supposed to have me for a month in the summer and over Christmas.

Yeah?

Well, he was in Europe over Christmas.

I think he's gonna get married again.

You were together in the summer, though.

Yeah. I went to ballgames by myself.

My dad wanted to come with me,

but in the advertising business,

boy, you really got to work.

They fought all the time.

My mom would do most of the yelling,

and he'd just leave the house and slam the door.

One time, he slammed it so hard, he busted part of the lock.

I might as well tell you. This is the third time.

The third time you've run off to Chicago?

Third time I've tried.

This is the first time I made it.

REED: What happened the other times?

KEITH: First time, I wasn't even

the guy at the counter called my mother.

The second time, she caught me before I could sneak out.

How'd you get the money for the ticket to Chicago?

I didn't steal it, if that's what you mean.

It was my money.

I got a $. week from my mother, and I saved it up for more than six months.

And then my dad sends me money for birthdays and Christmas and stuff.

Keith. Darling. Oh, thank goodness.

-Are you all right? -Sure, I'm fine, Ma.

-Oh, good. -Come on.

-This is Officer Reed and Officer Malloy. -Hi.

I was having my hair done, Officer.

And that cleaning woman never does get messages straight.

But, anyway here. How much red tape do I have to go through now?

Not too much, ma'am. The Sergeant will take care of that.

All right.

Are there any more papers to sign, Sergeant?

No, ma'am, that's it.

-And we're free to go? -Free as a bird.

I can promise you one thing, there won't be any more of this running off.

The finest m*llitary school in the Valley has accepted Keith

and he'll be enrolling here this week.

Is that right? This way.

-Good luck, Keith. -So long.

[REED SIGHS]

We've just got time for one pass through the terminals before end of watch.

I suppose you want to stop and tell the ticket agent what a great job she did.

You got that part right.

[ALARM BEEPING]

It's a silent at the toll gate in parking structure two.

Take the bikes.

REED: I'll take the stairway.

I met a guy on the stairs. He said no one passed him.

I'll bet he's in one of the cars. Let's go back down.

All right.

All right. We know you're in there.

Out of the car! Move!

All right, turn around and put your hands on top of your head.

You're still waiting for Roberts?

That guy takes longer to write an arrest report than anyone I know.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Police Officer Woods. May I help you?

Yes, he is. One moment.

Pete, it's for you, sounds cute.

Officer Malloy.

Oh, hi, Jody.

Just a minute, I'll check with Jim.

The credit card company has invited you, myself and Jody to be their guests

for dinner at the Sky Room.

But you don't want to go, do you partner?

But I don't want to go, do I, partner?

Jody. Jim's tied up, but I can make it.

Sure, what's the address?

Eight o'clock?

See you then.

Pete.

That's gonna cost you lunch the rest of the week.