02x24 - Log 144: Bank Robbery

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with chains and knives.

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The woman's name is
Terry. Address is 8260.

Oh, the detectives tried
to pick her up before?

Yeah, they want her brought in
for questioning on a felony warrant.

Miller dropped by
yesterday. Nobody was home.

They talk to the
watch commander?

Yeah, he approved their
request to have us go pick her up.

Who made the complaint?
Mrs. Terry's husband.

He claims that she bent a
beer bottle over his head.

Maybe she left town.

Or she's down at the store. Huh?

Buying another six-pack.

Mr. Claude Terry? That's me.

We'd like to speak
with Mrs. Terry, please.

What for?

You filed an as*ault charge.

We have a felony warrant
for Mrs. Terry's arrest.

The detectives down at the
station would like to talk to her.

Forget it, boys.

I beg your pardon?

I said forget it. It
was all a mistake.

I'm afraid we're still gonna have
to talk to your wife, Mr. Terry.

All right.

Come on in.

Arrest my wife, huh?
Over my dead body!

Open up! Boy, you
better holler for help!

Open up in there!

So you want a little,
too, huh, buddy?

Okay, you got it!

I'm gonna take him on. Okay.

Come on, boys!

How ya feel, copper?

Come on!

Come on. Come on. I'm ready...

Come on.

What in the name of
goodness is going on here?

Mrs. Terry?

What are you guys doing here?

What's the big idea?

Look at this place!

Just look at it!

We're police officers.

Oh, I get it.

It's that complaint
you filed, isn't it?

Now, look, baby.
Don't get excited.

Why, you stupid... I tried to tell
'em, baby, but they wouldn't listen.

What were you trying to tell us?

I'm withdrawing the complaint.
I refuse to press charges.

I'm not mad at anybody.

You could've fooled me.

Oh, it was just
a lovers' quarrel.

So what's a little tap on
the noggin? Right, baby?

I oughta break you! All
right. That's enough of that.

Keep your hands off
my wife. You understand?

Now, listen to me, the two of
you, you're both under arrest,

and I don't want any more
trouble. Good! Put the cuffs on him!

You're kidding, doll.

Put 'em on good and
tight, 'cause he's dangerous.

Oh, you don't say?
You, too, Mrs. Terry.

Sure. But first,

I got...

My only mistake was using a beer bottle
on that skull of yours instead of an anvil.

Now, look, honey. You don't
mean that. You know you don't.

Really? Well, I got
news for you, lover.

I'll still use that
anvil on the first guy

who even looks like he's
going to bail you out of jail.

All right. In here, Mr. Terry.

Oh, no.

Good. I'd much
prefer a separate room.

We insist on it.

I'll get the watch commander.

Hey. What?

I love you.

How come you didn't use
your batons on the suspect?

You want to tell him?

We left him in the car.

Oh, that was smart.

Yeah. Brilliant.

Well, you're going to
be sore for a few days,

but the X-rays didn't
show any cracks.

I'd say you were lucky.

Check this tooth for
me, will you, Doc?

It feels a little loose there.

Uh-huh.

Well, it'll tighten
up again, probably.

If it doesn't, you'll lose it.

That's what I'd call a real
encouraging prognosis.

You people got off easy.

Policeman in here this morning

needed 12 stitches in his head.

What for?

Another family dispute.

Guy beating on his wife.

Victim called the police.

When the officer was forced to
lower the boom on her husband,

the wife turned around
and clobbered the cop.

Happens all the time.

What about this guy
you were fighting?

Who was he, Hercules?

Yeah. You better believe it.

A professional wrestler, too.

At least he used to be.

Only now he claims
he's really out of shape.

Well, how lucky can you get?

What's the matter?
A little sore?

You better believe it.

Why don't we stop by
the academy after work

and take some steam?

Maybe we can sweat Mr. Terry

out of our systems.

I would, only Jean's
got a girl friend

coming over for dinner tonight.

Stop right there.
What's the matter?

Look, your wife is a doll,

but so far her girl friends
don't show me much.

You don't want to
come over, huh?

Thanks just the same.

That's funny. Jean's girl
friend said the same thing.

No blind dates.

Good for her.

You'd think a runner-up
to Miss Hollywood would be

a little more sociable,
wouldn't you?

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12,
see the man. A 459 report.

11211 James
Street, apartment 31.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

What do you make of that?

Hey. The first time in my
life I'm glad to see the cops.

My name's Malloy.
This is Officer Reed.

The report said
there'd been a burglary.

And how. Come on in.

Excuse the look of the
joint. It's the maid's day off.

Have a seat. Oh, wait a minute.

No, thanks.

You want to tell us
what happened, Mr., uh...

Jensen. Charlie Jensen.

I'm a salesman, traveling kind.

Was your apartment burglarized?

Yeah, I'll say it was.
Sometime last night, I guess.

I got home this morning,
found everything missing.

Like what?

Well, like my little
stereo, for on thing.

And a pile of records, 45s.

Anything else?

Well, yeah. Clock radio.

And some clothes,
including a new suit.

And about six bottles of booze.

That's about it
as far as I can tell.

What time did you
get home this morning?

Oh, wow, I don't know.


something like that.

After the bars closed anyway.

Did you use the
front or the back?

The back way, why?

We saw a bunch of
records out in the hallway.

You're kidding.

Ah, for crying out loud.

Yeah, they're mine, all right.

You sure? I'm positive.

I got them marked. C.J.
That's me, Charlie Jensen.

I loaned them to some
guys for a party once.

I wanted to make sure they didn't
get mixed up with somebody else's.

Do you know anybody else
in the building, Mr. Jensen?

Yeah, I know everybody.

Bunch of creeps, most of them.

You know, this used to
be a good apartment house.

Then they started
renting to anybody.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Well, you got a
good trail, at least.

Let's run it down.

You mind if I go along?

Yes, sir, we do.

Would you mind waiting
in your apartment, please?

No. Not at all.

Whoever did it must have
sampled some of Jensen's booze

before he left the apartment.

Yeah, it sure looks like it.

Believe it?

I think we're about to meet
the world's dumbest thief.

Open up! Police officers.
We want to talk to you.

They're taking off.

Hold it right there, mister!

All right, back out
in the other room.

Ooh, macho.

Let's go. Out of there.

What do you got?

Somebody wants to
play hide and seek.

Let's go, pal.

Come on!

Oh, come on, Jerry,
it's no use, man.

They got us made.

When old Jerry flies, man,

he really gets some altitude.

Yeah. Right out of this world.

Out of sight.

What's your friend's name?

Jerry Young.

He's really a
beautiful, cat, man.

He really is.

You mean he used to be.

What do you mean?

Your buddy's dead, pal.

Oh, wow, man.

Oh, wow, what a bummer, man.

I can't believe it, man.

A few hours ago, we
were just grooving.

You've heard your rights.

You sure you understand them?

Yeah, I understand them.

Where were you, in
that upstairs apartment?

Yeah, I was in Charlie's
pad. Charlie Jensen.

Where was Jensen?

Who knows, man? He was out.

The ambulance is on the way.

Come on, Jerry.
You're not dead, man.

Get up.

That's a cop-out, man.

It's not funny, is it?

How much of this stuff did
your buddy have to drink?

What's your name?

Tucker. Kenny Tucker.

You know you're in a lot of
trouble, don't you, Kenny?

I'm hip.

It wasn't just the
whiskey, was it?

No. He doesn't drink, man.

How many pills did he
drop? How big a dose?

I told him, man.

I told him.

He said I was worse
than his mother.

What were they, reds?

You wouldn't believe
how many, man.

You wouldn't believe it.

Where did he get them?

He bought them right
here in this building.

From who?

Jensen.

I'll call the detectives
and get a backup unit.

It's apartment 31.

Since when he was 13,
man. That's crazy, huh?

Yeah. Pretty crazy.

His brother got him started...

Got him started on pot,

and then he went to pills.

I'll tell you something, though.

His brother always told him.

He said, "Jerry, stay off
of that hard stuff, man."

Did he?

You kidding me? His
brother would have k*lled him.

Hey, back so soon?

Mind if we come in?

Ha ha! My pad, your pad.

Hey, can I fix you a drink?

Bourbon, Scotch,
whatever you like.

No. No, thanks.

Well, come on. Come on, tell me.

Where do the trail
of records lead to?

I want to know
who to get mad at.

Kid downstairs. Tucker.
Kenny Tucker. You know him?

Yeah, I know. Know
the other punk, too.

Jerry Young.

They're both in
on it, right? Yeah.

Should have known.
Should have known.

So where's my stuff?
The radio and all.

They were a little high.

The other kid, what's his name?

I just told you. Jerry Young.

He'd been dropping pills.

Tucker claims he
bought them from you.

Come on. You don't
believe that stuff, do you?

Well, you know how kids are.

Oh, sure, sure.

Yeah, they get
their tails in a crack,

and they blame
everybody but themselves.

We sort of figured
it the same way.

Yeah. I mean, I'm
so clean it hurts.

My only vice...
booze. I love it.

You wouldn't mind if we took
a little look around, then, huh?

No. No, of course not.

But why, man?

I mean, I called you, remember?

I'm the victim, not those
two punks downstairs.

Well, sort of for
the record, okay?

Yeah. Go ahead. Look around.

I got nothing to hide.

We can't do it without
your permission.

You got it, you
got it. Look around.

Just don't mess up the joint.

Uh... Something wrong?

No, no. Help yourself.

Found all my stuff, huh?

In the kids' pad?

Yeah.

That's great. Just great.

You know, I knew

as soon as they started
renting to those punks,

they'd be trouble.
Man, there always is.

Uh, that's the way it goes.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll tell you one thing.

I'm going to give
my notice in this joint.

Today, too. I mean it.

Oh, sure. Go ahead.

Where are you moving?

Uh, I don't know.

Malloy.

I don't get it. What are they?

You wouldn't know, would you?

Me?

No, honest.

I haven't got the faintest idea

where those come from.

Hey, you got to believe me.

Jerry Young is dead.
An overdose of Seconol.

Y-You're lying. He can't be.

You're under arrest, Jensen.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up the right to
remain silent, anything...

Okay, okay. I know the
rights routine by heart.

You want to waive the right
to have an attorney present?

Sure. Just don't put me on
about somebody being dead.

How many pills did
you sell him, Jensen?

He stole them, like the
booze the the rest of the stuff.

I warn you, don't try to con me.

The boy's dead.

Oh, my God.

Let's go.

Where's your pusher?

The backup unit took
him downtown for booking.

Did you find out anything
else from Tucker?

I had a hard time
shutting him up.

I guess he was pretty
close to his friend.

Claims that they'd been
buying off of Jensen for months.

Yeah. Probably most
of the building, too.

More than likely.

Tucker said that
six or eight other kids

lived here as a rule,

and Jensen was
supplying all of them.

Where are the
rest of the tenants?

At a Cultural Happening,

someplace up north
above San Francisco.

Too bad Young didn't go.

According to Tucker,

his brother wouldn't let him.

Why not?

Afraid the kid might
get into trouble.

Well, you need us
for anything else?

No. You might as well take off.

You got reports to
write, haven't you?

Yeah. About a dozen of them.

See you around.

How'd it go last night?

Okay, except I told
Jean about Jerry Young.

That's not what I mean.

How's Miss Hollywood?

She called, said
she couldn't make it.

She's coming over
tonight. Oh, yeah?

I shouldn't have told Jean
about Jerry Young dying.

Really shook her up.

I don't know how a
sensitive girl like Jean

stays married to a guy like you.

Well, you know, she
was holding Jimmy.

Ah. My godson.

I could tell exactly
what she was thinking.

Someday he's going
to be a teenager, too.

Before you know it.

I wonder how it's
going to be for the kids

ten or 15 years from now.

Better, I hope.

Maybe we'll have the Jensens

and certain brilliant
older brothers

weeded out by then.

You guys got a minute?

Yeah.

What's your problem?

You cats are going
to think I'm nuts,

but I'm right. I know I am.

Right about what?

You see that car down there?

Well, it's mine.

Or at least some of
the pieces are mine.

What do you mean?

The hood, the front
fenders... Red, right?

The same color I painted
them less than a week ago.

Night before last,
they were stolen.

There they are, big as
life. I want them back.

Well, how do you
know they're yours?

I got them marked.
Come on. I'll show you.

Wait a minute.
What kind of mark?

With a punch, I put three
little dents under the hood.

I know exactly
where the marks are.

Do you have any idea
who's driving the car?

No. No, sir. I just happened
to be walking along

a little while ago,

and I saw the car parked there,

so I've been
waiting for a cop...

I mean a policeman...
To come along ever since.

Can I have your name?

John Lewis.

Here. Here's my license.

A live about a dozen
blocks from here,

up on Oakhurst.

Where's your car, Mr. Lewis?

It's at home in the garage,

minus a hood and front fenders.

Did you have an accident?

No. It's an old
car. I'm restoring it.

I bought the hood and
fenders from a dealer.

Those fenders and that hood.

Come on, you guys.
Aren't we going to look?

The driver may be
in one of those stores.

He could be watching us.

How are you going to
know if I'm right or wrong

if we don't look?

He's got a point.

If this is my equipment,

you'll be able to put your
hands right under here

and feel three little
dots right there.

Ha ha! You feel them?

Yeah.

Same way on the other side.

What about the hood?
Aren't you going to check it?

It's locked.

Now what do we do?

We wait.

Boy, this is monotonous, huh?

Yeah.

You know, I never really
stopped to think about it before,

but I imagine most of the time

you guys lead
a pretty dull life.

Don't you?

It has its moments.

Yeah? Like when, New Year's Eve?

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

A 211 silent at the bank.

2881 Glenvale
Drive. And a code 3.

One-Adam-12, Roger.

What is it, a stickup? Let's go.

We'll call you another
unit, Mr. Lewis.

I'd sure love to go along.

Sorry, Mr. Lewis.

Six blocks. Maybe
we'll get there

in time to stop a withdrawal.

You people get
back behind there!

Get out back!

Along the fence!

All right, mister, let me see
your hands, nice and slow.

Now freeze.

Like the guy said.

What?

We lead a pretty dull life.

Anyhow, Ryan and
Smith had just driven up

and were talking to Lewis.

They said he seemed madder
about missing the bank caper

than he was about his
stolen fenders and hood.

That's when the
suspect showed up

and climbed into the Volkswagen.

Lewis got to see one arrest.

He didn't see a thing.

I thought you said he was
there with Ryan and Smith.

Yeah, he was, but he
didn't see the arrest.

How come?

He was still in the
black-and-white.

Doing what?

Hiding.

Oh, uh, about supper tonight,

I've been thinking.
Maybe I can make it.