03x06 - Log 55: Missing Child

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One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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

possible escaping gas.

See the woman.


Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

All right, folks. Get back.

Come on.

Police officers! Open up!

Lady, please.

The place is empty.

Does the manual cover this?

Mouth-to-beak resuscitation?

I doubt it.

Let me through!

Please! Please!

Let me through!

I just walked around the block.

I didn't want to be
here until it was ov...

Oh, good morning, officers.

Is there something
I can do for you?

Well, yes, ma'am. Would
you give us your name, please?

Oh, yes, of course.
Filmore. Patricia Filmore.

Mrs. Patricia Filmore.

And what is your name?

Malloy, ma'am.

You turned the gas on and
then you left the apartment.

Did you forget you had it on?

No, but I was only going to
be gone for a minute or so.

Just until it was over.

Poor, dear Angela.

These nice men didn't
want you to go to sleep.

Oh, Dominic.

There, there.

You understand,
don't you, Dominic?

And Peter and Wendy.

You know what's
troubling mother.

Um, ma'am, you know you
could have blown this place up.

I realize that now.

I... I just didn't think.

Charles must be right.

Who is Charles, Mrs. Filmore?

My son-in-law.

Charles is so kind.

He doesn't want me to be alone.

So I'm going into a...
A home this afternoon.

It's all arranged.

Faircrest. It's in the country.

Charles has a family

and that's why there's
no room for any of us.

I mean, Dominic and
Angela and Wendy and Peter.

And they won't allow
them at Faircrest.

This place, Faircrest,

you said that it was
out in the country.

They've probably got birds
and lots of things out there.

Heavens, yes.

They'll be needing someone.

Well, ma'am, about your cats...

Oh, not cats. Pure bred Angoras.

You know, at the animal shelter,

some kid is bound
to fall in love with him.

Do you really think so?

Oh, they're so
responsive to affection.

Well, I'll take care of it
if I can use your phone.

Yes, of course.
It's right over there.

Uh, would you hand me
that pencil and paper, please?

And I'll write down
their birthdays

and pin them to their collars.

This is Officer Malloy, LAPD.
I've got a pickup for you.



I'll pin them to their
collars and to the cage.

Don't you think
that's a good idea?

I think that's a fine idea.

No, not cats. Angoras.

I bet she puts a bird feeder
outside her window tonight.

Loaded with sunflower
seeds and peanut butter.

How'd you know that?

Ol' country boy.

One-Adam-12,
One-Adam-12, a 415 fight.

1247 South Florence. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Oh, you're a lovely
sight, officers,

but I'm afraid
you're a bit late.

Did you report a
disturbance, sir?

No, perhaps one of my
neighbors heard the racket.

What happened?

Oh, it doesn't require
any detective work.

Quite simply, some chap
crashed through the front door,

beat me up, pinched
my disability check,

and cleared out, like that.

Could we come in, please?

Come in, please.

When did this
happen, Mr. Benton?

About half an hour ago.

Did you get a good
look at this man?

Oh, yes. He was a blonde
fellow in a turtleneck sweater.

Could you be more
specific? Uh, age, height.

Oh, in his 30s, I'd say.
And that's about everything.

You know, there's no point
in you wasting your time here.

He's gone.

Where was your disability check?

In the top drawer of that desk.

This man who broke in
here, did you know him?

Most decidedly not.

You say he came crashing
through the front door.

Yes.

It's funny. There's
no damage to the lock.

The jam isn't splintered.

Did I say "crashed"?
Figure of speech, I dare say.

No, no. He rushed in.

Where were you
when this happened?

Right here. Sitting
on this couch.

- And then he hit you?
- Yes.

And if it weren't for this leg,

I'd have given a better
account of myself.

I... I served in Her Majesty's
Brigade of Guards, you know.

Did he ask you where
your disability check was?

Well, no, no.

But he knew
exactly where it was.

Yes. Perhaps he was just lucky.

If you'll just sign
this, Mr. Benton,

we'll file a report
down at the station.

Thank you.

You would have never
got me if that old codger

hadn't coped out.

You and your talk
about being a soldier.

Duty and honor.

You turn in your own nephew.

Yes, there I confess
I stand in error.

I almost confused loyalty
with duty for a moment.

But you're quite right.

I did turn in my own nephew.

But I also turned
in a common thief.

You'll have to come
down to the station with us.

Certainly.

Anything I can do to
convict a cad and a bounder.

You handled yourself pretty good

with that guy back there.

There was nothing to it.

He was tired to begin with.

Probably wore himself out

working over his
poor, old uncle.

My daughter, Janet, is missing.

She should have
been on that bus.

- My name is Mrs. O'Neill.
- We'll help you out,
Mrs. O'Neill.

She's seven.

I've been coming
out to meet the bus

ever since those two children
were molested last month.

She was right there.

I'm worried sick.

Does anybody remember
seeing Janet get on the bus?

I sat with Janet on the bus.

We always do.

Oh, officers, this
is Mary Bennett,

Janet's best friend.

For heaven's sakes, Mary,

why didn't you say
something before?

Nobody asked me, Mrs. O'Neill.

Well, maybe you could tell us
where Janet got off the bus, Mary.

- I don't know.
- But you sat with her.

Well, not all the time.

When we crossed the Boulevard, I
went back and sat with John Avery.

- I always do.
- Does she have a friend that
she might have gone home with?

No. No. Not without permission.

Well, then, she probably
got off someplace by mistake.

- Oh.
- Could you give me

a complete description
of Janet, Mrs. O'Neill?

What she was wearing. Anything
distinctive, like hair ribbons.

- You know what I mean.
- You think something
has happened to her?

We'll alert all
units in this area.

It's just routine.

One-Adam-12
requests clear frequency

for missing juvenile broadcast.

All units on frequency
one. Stand by.

One-Adam-12, go ahead.

This is One-Adam-12
reporting missing juvenile.

Last seen on bus between Clinton
Webb Elementary School and her home.

M.J. is Janet O'Neill.
Female. Caucasian.

Age seven. Height, 3'8".

Weight, 47 pounds.

Has blonde hair pulled
back with a yellow ribbon.

Blue eyes. Wearing a pink,
flowered, sleeveless dress.

Band-Aid on right leg.

Lives with parents
at 9002 Riverton.

Wilton Street.

Mrs. O'Neill said
that's the last stop

before the bus
gets to her house.

Yeah.

Then it's almost straight
down the Boulevard

to the school.

She's missing.

Janet is missing?

Yes, Ms. Farrell.

One little girl thinks
she saw her on the bus.

The others aren't sure.

When did you see her last?

Right here, after
recess, in my music class.

What time was that?

From 2:00 to


Then you're sure she
was in this room until 3:00?

No. I'm not sure.

The children aren't in
their desks for music class.

They're grouped
according to voices.

Does she have a
regular place to stand?

Yes, of course.

Janet stands right
there with the altos.

She was wearing
a flowered dress.

I should remember. I should.

But I don't.

Which of these desks is hers?

This one.

Oh, my God.

She wouldn't have
left without her books.

That means she
was never on that bus.

Now, Mary, I want you to
think about what you told us

earlier today.

You said you saw
Janet get on the bus.

She was somewhere on the bus.

You said you sat with
her. Isn't that right?

Maybe it wasn't today.
Maybe it was yesterday.

Please, tell us the truth.

I told a lie.

I didn't want to
get her in trouble.

Where is Janet?

We went up to
the roof at recess.

Janet was scared to come down.

I didn't know what to do.

We swore we'd never tell.

I didn't want to
get her in trouble.

How did you get up on the roof?

We found a ladder
the painters use.

There it is.

Only it was standing
against the building before.

Let's take a look.

Pete, she's over there.

Don't move, Janet. We'll
come and get you down.

I'll be down below
and get underneath her.

Just stay where you are, Janet.

I'll come and get you, okay?

That's a girl,
Janet. That's a girl.

Okay, sweetheart.

I'll see you at the ladder!

Come on.

Mommy, Mommy! I tried to
get down but the ladder fell over.

It's all right, darling.

Are you gonna arrest me?

No, we're gonna
give you a ride home.

Did you ever have
a ride in a police car?

One-Adam-12,
cancel the broadcast

of the missing
juvenile, Janet O'Neill

from Clinton Webb
Elementary School.

The juvenile has been found
and returned to her parents.

One-Adam-12, roger.

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

ambulance sh**ting,


One-Adam-12, code 3.

One-Adam-12, roger.

All right, step back, folks.

One-Adam-12 requesting
a field supervisor,

division detectives,
and a coroner

to 6020 Cynthia Street.

We have a homicide.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Anybody here know the victim?

Yeah.

He's Big Rico. Big borracho.

You know who shot him?

I don't know.

Did Big Rico live around here?

He kind of drifted.

Anybody hear the sh*ts?

Yeah. I thought it was backfire.

And just before that,

I heard the crazy horn,

like some drunk
was landing on it.

Malloy!

Looks like he dropped this.

Must have come out
of one of these cars.

Hey, wait a minute.
Hold it there.

Somebody threw 'em in
there and tried to hide 'em.

You better keep an
eye on the evidence

and take care of the body.

Yeah.

Did you go to a window?
Did you see anything?

No. We just heard the sh*ts.

What about the horn?

Horn? Oh, we hear it.

That's all.

You said it was
one long blast, right?

- That's right.
- Thank you.

Malloy, what's the story?

A dead body and a
possible auto burglary.

When he broke into the car,

he triggered the
horn and auto alarm.

He must have been
a pretty cool cat.

He just cut the alarm,
went right on with the job.

Who owns the car?

I don't know. There's
no registration.

I haven't had time yet
to check out the license.

I'll take care of it.

Mac, I got an idea
somebody's afraid to talk.

I'm gonna have another
try with these people

and lay it out for 'em.

Good idea.

Folks, can I have your
attention a minute, please?

It looks like somebody was
trying to steal something here

and in the process, that
somebody got himself k*lled.

It happens. I want to
explain something to you

you may or may not understand.

Under our laws, a man or a woman

is entitled to use
reasonable force

to protect himself, his family,

or anything that belongs
to him, his property.

- Who says that?
- That's the law.

What the law says
and what the law does

sometimes are
two different things.

Well, not in this case.

But if somebody kills somebody,

that is m*rder, isn't it?

It all depends. Eh, officer?

That's right.

Is there something
you wanted to tell me?

No, sir, officer.

But there is something
I would like to ask you.

Yes, ma'am. Go ahead.

What would happen
to a... a man who said,

"I have k*lled someone because
he was stealing what was mine"?

What would happen?

His story would be checked
out by detective division.

It would be up to them to decide

whether to release him or not.

Malloy?

That car is registered to
Antonio Flores at this apartment.

- Maybe we better
get started...
- Officer?

Yeah.

I'm Antonio Flores.

I k*lled Big Rico.

Give him his rights.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Give up the right
to remain silent,

and anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right to
speak with an attorney

and have an attorney
present during questioning.

If you so desire and
cannot afford one,

an attorney will be
appointed for you

without charge
before questioning.

Do you understand
each of these rights

as I've explained them to you?

Yes, I understand.

Now, Antonio,

you want to tell us
how it happened?

Yes, sir. But there is something
else that I want you to know about.

My car. I've wanted
it for a very long time.

And then I saw a way to get it.

I got a job.

In fact, I got many jobs.

I worked all summer
down at the produce market,

loading and
unloading the trucks.

Well, that way I could
save almost $45 a week.

And sometimes he even
saved more than that.

My mother is my banker.

You must understand, officers,

that car meant a lot to me.

It was everything.

So when I heard the horn alarm,

I knew someone was stealing it.

So I grabbed my jacket
and I ran out of the house.

Did you take the g*n with you?

It was just to scare the thief,

to get him away from my car.

But it didn't scare Big Rico.

He just stood there
and laughed at me.

I tried to pull
him from the car.

I told him that I was
going to call the police,

then he ran after me
with that screwdriver.

I thought he'd k*ll me.

He kept on coming at me.

So I pulled the trigger.

Then he was lying on the ground.

I took the registration
from the car.

I was going to run.

Who owns the g*n, Antonio?

It's my father's.

Is it registered?

Yes.

We'll have to book
the g*n as evidence.

Officer?

You said to me that if
a person tells the truth

he might be released.

Yes, ma'am. That's what I said.

Do you know what in my
church is an act of faith?

No, ma'am. I don't think so.

It is when you trust someone

that you do not know.

It is believing in
something that you can feel

but you cannot see.

They are nothing.

Or they are everything.

That is an act of faith.

Yes, ma'am. I
think I understand.

Pete. Have a look.