02x23 - Log 134: Child Stealer

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Lincoln X-ray Ida 483.

One-Adam-12, a 415... fight
group, with chains and knives.

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You see what I see?

Yeah.

Forgot to roll my window up.

How'd you teach him to
jump in the car like that?

Sir?

I know, you called him
with one of those whistles

a human being can't hear, right?

No, not exactly.

It's a great-looking dog.

Wonder who he belongs to.

Never mind that.
Just get him out.

Why?

He's a police dog, isn't he?

All right, boy.

Let's go.

Hey, now, what's all that about?

If you ask me, I don't
think he's ready to leave.

Well, I am. All
right, boy, let's go.

Hit the road.

Tried to take my arm off.

Well, maybe next
time you'll remember

to roll up your window.

Some police dog.

Yeah, and some policeman.

Now what do we do?

I'll show you.

All right, Rover. Time's up!

Bail out.

I'm sorry, it was funny.

Does anybody know
who the dog belongs to?

Why don't you
try the other door?

Surround him, know what I mean?

Yeah, that's not a bad idea.

Well, I got a better idea.

You let him in, so
you get him out.

I wonder how he'd like my arm,

medium rare or well done?

What's the matter, men?

Uh, we got a passenger

who doesn't want to get out.

He never does.

Is that so?

He likes to sit in cars,
especially black-and-whites.

He's a police dog.

Does that dog belong to you?

Yeah.

Well, if you call him, will
he get out and go away?

Sure. Luger minds good.

Luger?

It's a German g*n.

I know.

Well, you want to give it a try?

Sure. Here, Luger. Come on, boy.

You're gonna get a ticket
someday. Watch and see.

Thanks a lot, pal.

Don't mention it.

Come on, Luger.

Come on, Luger. Come on.

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

See the woman.

A possible kidnapping
just occurred.

4745 Cardinal Lane, code 2.

You get that, possible
kidnapping? Yeah.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

Can we give you some assistance?

He took my baby.

He just picked her
up and walked out.

Said if I try to stop
him, he'd k*ll me.

You've got to find him, please.

Who took your baby, ma'am?

My husband.

He's been watching me for days.

Here, at the market, everyplace.

And now he's got my baby.

What are we going to do?

The first thing we ought to
do is go inside and talk about it.

Now, what do you say?

I'm sorry, I'm not
making sense, I guess.

Come in.

He'd been drinking.

He just pushed the
door open and walked in.

Picked up the baby before
I had time to stop him.

Why don't you sit down, Mrs...

Bannister, Mrs. Floyd Bannister.

Are you and your husband
separated, Mrs. Bannister?

It's been six months now.

My father told me
Floyd was no good.

I should've listened to him.

How old's your
baby, Mrs. Bannister?

Eight months.

Her name is Lynn,
after my mother.

Oh, my God, what
am I going to do?

It probably isn't as bad as
you think, Mrs. Bannister.

I mean, your husband wouldn't
harm the baby, would he?

He'll do anything
to get even with me.

He's threatened to steal
my baby half a dozen times.

She may be dead
now, for all I know.

Was he kind to the baby?
Did he ever hurt her?

No. But I called the police

and told them he
was going to steal her.

They wouldn't do a thing.

When it's between a
husband and a wife,

there's really not a
lot we can do about it.

I know. They told me.

Not until somebody
commits a crime.

Yes, ma'am.

All right, my baby's
been kidnapped.

Isn't that enough?

Mrs. Bannister, do you have
legal custody of the child?

The papers are right here.

A court order.

Lynn belongs to me, nobody else.

Did your husband take
the baby away in a car?

Yes. A 1970 maroon Ford.

I even know the license number.

C-A-O-6-9-5.

Could you give me a
description of your husband?

He's 26, brown
hair with blue eyes.

He's 5'10 ", 5'10" and a half,

about 165 pounds.

Did your husband have a g*n?

Floyd? He hasn't got the guts.

He had guts enough to come
in here and take the baby.

Wait, Floyd does own a g*n.

A .22 caliber p*stol,
I forgot all about it.

Did he have it with him today?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

I'll put out a broadcast.

Do you know where
your husband lives?

Around here somewhere,
I'm almost positive.

I see him a couple
of times a week.

The market,
driving by the house,

watching me like a hawk.

He must think a
lot of that baby.

He says he does.

But he hates her.
It's me he wants.

He said so himself not 30
minutes ago right in this room.

What did he say?

That if we didn't get
back together again soon,

something terrible
was going to happen.

Like what?

Like I'd never see
my baby again.

It's One-Adam-12
with a supplemental

on the occurrence at


This is a child concealing.

The suspect is the father.

P.R. can give no
possible destination.

The suspect may be living in
the vicinity of Cardinal Lane.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

All units, additional on the
call, 4745 Cardinal Lane.

What makes you think
the guy's still in the area?

He's been seen in
the neighborhood.

He took the baby because
he wants his wife back.

I think he'll stay
around pretty close now.

And what about the baby?
You think she'll be okay?

I can tell you what
usually happens.

Bannister will take the
child wherever he lives,

let his wife worry a while,

then he'll give her a call.

She'll promise
to talk things over

if he'll bring the baby back.

Later she'll drop the charges.

Kiss and make up time, huh?

As a rule, yeah.

But you can't always be sure.

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

see the manager,
a business dispute.

Olive and Pine at the drugstore.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

For the last time,
there's your money.

Take it or leave it.

I even left a tip for
you, sweetheart.

Here.

Oh, you're all heart, Mr. Ward.

Another book or two of
those, and we can all retire.

What's going on, folks?

Oh, hiya, fellas.

Meet Mr. Ward, a very
slow man with a buck.

He's trying to beat
me out of a meal.

That's a lie.

I never took nothing in
my life without paying for it.

There's your money right there.

Well, those are trading stamps.

You bet they are, and
they're good as gold.

He had a hamburger and a
milkshake, just like always.

Only today, he's
trying to pull a fast one.

Now you look here,
the manager of this store

gave me them stamps himself.

Said they was just like money.

Now, if that ain't the
truth, I hope I drop dead.

See what I mean?
You calling me a liar?

Now look, Mr. Ward.

These stamps are just
like money in a way, only...

You heard what he
said, they're like money.

That's good enough for me.

Now just a minute,
Mr. Ward. Now.

I'm afraid trading stamps
aren't exactly legal tender.

So, why don't you just ante
up a dollar and a quarter

and we can forget
the whole thing?

Now doesn't that
sound reasonable?

What if I ain't got a
dollar and a quarter?

What do you do then,
big fella? Lock me up?

Well, we just might.

Oh, yeah? What for?

Defrauding an innkeeper.

Him, an innkeeper?

He sure got a way
with words, hasn't he?

How about it, Mr. Ward?

I don't know. I
might just go to jail.

Suit yourself.

Might as well start
writing, partner.

Yeah, guess we might as well.

Okay.

I'll pay, I'll pay.

But I'll never
come in here again.

Promise? Give me the check.

Here you are, Mr. Ward.

That'll be $1.25.

Here, take it out of here.

A hundred dollar bill.

Smallest I got.

I read about an old guy
like that a while back.

He died in a flophouse.

Owner found 80,000 bucks

in his suitcase
underneath his bed.

That's a lot of loot.

What would you do with $80,000?

I heard about an island once

where the crime rate is zero.

I think I'd go there
and pitch a tent.

Am I glad you guys came along.

What's the problem?

Well, maybe nothing,
but I've got a hunch.

A hunch about what?

Well, this is the
end of the line, right?

I turn around here, route 3.

When I just pulled in, the passengers
all get off except this one guy.

He's asleep.

I go back to wake
him up, and I see it,

a g*n in his coat pocket.

What kind of a g*n?

.38, I think.

The guy looks so mean,

I-I'm afraid to wake him.

The g*n's in his
left-hand coat pocket.

You want me to sneak in
and open the back door?

No, you'd better stay out here.

Glad to.

What do you think?

Did he have his left
hand in his jacket pocket?

The g*n was in there.

The butt was in plain sight.

Well, it's not there now.

Figure he's playing
possum? Yeah.

But why? I don't get it.

His shirt and pants
look like a prison uniform.

He could be an escapee.

Woke up when we got
here and now he's trapped.

What are you gonna do?

You take these
people across the street

and stay with them.

Can you cover him
from back there?

No, not unless he stands up.

He's got to stand up sometime.

Okay, mister,
reveille and freeze.

What?

What's going on?

Take your left hand
out nice and slow.

Why?

What's the matter?

What'd I do?

Is something wrong?

Now your right
hand, slow and easy.

Come on now,
what's this all about?

Huh?

You all right? Yeah.

Is he dead? I don't know.

I'll call an ambulance.

Good report, Reed.

Thanks.

Thomas Oaks,
escapee, three-time loser.

Age 40 with a total
of 18 years in prison.

Nice guy. Real friendly.

Sergeant MacDonald.
Yeah, put him on.

It's the county general.

Hello, doctor, how's it going?

Oh.

Okay, I'll give him the word.

Thanks for the information.

Is he dead?

Hardly.

They wheeled him out
of the operating room.

He's in the prison ward,

and already
threatening to bust out.

I'm glad he's alive.

Aren't you?

Well, Oaks has
already k*lled one man.

Today he tried for number 2.

If I could be sure he'd
never have another chance,

yeah, I'd be glad.

Yeah. Well, it's bad enough
to have to sh**t a guy.

Just glad I didn't k*ll him.

Well, I hope you never
feel any other way.

I should have got him myself.

Yeah, you fired before Reed.

Yeah. I missed.

Well, the sh**ting review
board will meet this afternoon.

You two will be on station
duty the rest of the day.

You get any sleep last night?

No, not too much, why?

Well, the review board
gave us a clean bill.

The sh**ting was justified.

Hey, speaking of sh**ting, uh,

what happened to your aim?

You were supposed
to be the old expert.

Uh-huh.

Oh, don't tell me
you were ducking.

Well, that's possible.

Well, what do you know?

He's human.

Ey, back at the station,

I saw you talking
to the detectives.

Anything new on Floyd Bannister?

They checked the machine
shop where he works.

He's called in sick
the last five days.

I take it they didn't
come up with an address.

Oh, yeah.

They found an address
on the other side of town.

They check it?

Mmm-hmm. He
moved out this morning.

Hey.

Looks like we got a customer.

Yeah.

Open padlock, you see it?

Good afternoon, sir.

Give you some assistance?

No thanks, no. We're fine.

Would you mind stepping
out of the cab, please?

Well, what for?

I mean, I'm in a
hurry, you understand?

Your truck seems
to be overloaded.

We'd like to take
a look at the cargo.

Overloaded? No,
I... I don't think so.

Look, officer,

we've got a delivery to make.

It's a rush order. We're
late now. You mind?

Out the side, mister.

Anything you say. Come on.

Look out, he's got a g*n!

All right, keep your
hands where I can see 'em.

Don't move.

There's one in the
back. They're hijackers!

Turn around, hands
up against the truck.

Feet back and spread 'em.

All right, left hand
on top of your head.

Let's go.

Let's get this one.

Come on.

Stay back.

Got another one
inside the truck.

He's got a g*n.

All right, inside the truck,

this is the police.

Now open the door slowly.

I want to see your hands
straight up in the air.

I'm clean.

I mean it.

My g*n's on the floor.

Put your hands
on top of your head

and climb out of the truck.

Yes, sir.

Only don't sh**t.

It ain't worth it.

Hands up against the truck,

feet back and spread 'em.

Put your left hand
on top of your head.

You know, I, uh,

I had my truck in the
alley locked up, see?

I come out of the
store, and this guy here,

he sticks a g*n in my ribs
and says they're taking over.

I ask you, what's a guy
supposed to do, huh?

You did the right thing.

Yeah, well, I've
been h*jacked before

and I got some
scars to prove it.

All that booze.

I could sure use a drink.

Sorry, pal.

You're going on the wagon.

There you are, one report each.

What are you guys trying
to do, snow me under?

Just fighting crime, Mac,
when and where we find it.

I was in talking
to the detectives.

Your hijackers are
solving more crimes

you can shake a stick at.

They've already confessed
over a dozen truck jobs

in the last six months.

Well, you don't
think we'd bring you

just any old hijackers, do you?

Well, they're a couple
of winners, all right.

You all through? Yeah.

And, hey, it was interesting.

You know, those dicks in
there know what they're doing.

We appreciate your cooperation.

Oh. Hey, listen.

Now, I know you guys
got your rules and all that,

but, I got a truckload

of first-class booze
sitting out there,

and I'd like you to have
a case apiece on me.

What do you say? No thanks.

Yeah, your boss might object.

No, no, I already
talked to him about it.

He's all for it.

Your boss sounds
like a pretty nice guy.

Yeah, you want to trade?

Thanks anyway, but no, thanks.

All right. See you in court.

Right. Thanks a
lot, and lots of luck.

Same to you.

A case apiece.

That's the best offer
we've had all day. Yeah.

Will you keep an eye on him?

Maroon Ford.

Did you get the license number?

No.

Let's take a look.

He's starting to rabbit.

Looks like we found
our child stealer.

Charles-Adam-Ocean-695.

Get on the air

and tell them we're in pursuit

This is One-Adam-12 in pursuit,

southbound on Chandler,
nearing Dickenson.

Suspect vehicle is
a 1970 maroon Ford.

License number
Charles-Adam-Ocean-695.

All units on all
frequencies stand-by,

One-Adam-12 is in pursuit.

All right, sweetheart.

Everything's going to be fine.

Yes.

All right, mister.

Let's go. End of the line.

You don't understand.
She hates the baby.

She'll k*ll her,
I know she will.

Who are you talking about?

My wife.

The baby's not mine.
Don't you understand?

But I love her, I can't help it.

All right, keep
talking, Bannister.

I was overseas.

You know what I'm trying to say?

She got herself pregnant.

I told her it didn't
matter, but...

But she wouldn't believe me,

and broke up our marriage.

I went by the house to
give her some money.

She said she was gonna
k*ll herself and the baby too.

I picked up the kid and ran.

Well, I doubt if
running would have

solved any of your problems.

Yeah, it would.

I just didn't run far enough.

What's the matter?

I am bushed.

Had yourself quite a day.

Yeah.

Did you hurt your leg

when you went
cross-country after Bannister?

Yeah, I twisted
my ankle a little bit.

You'd better soak it when
you get home tonight.

Hey, did you buy that stuff
that Bannister was putting out?

Somebody did.

The baby's been put
in protective custody.

At least she'll be safe until
they figure out who's lying.

Yeah. Beautiful kid.

Ooh.

Ah, it's worse than I thought.

I'd better drop by
Central Receiving.