07x19 - su1c1de

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

One-Adam-, handle code .

[SIREN WAILING]

Pete. Jim.

We just got a call from a Mrs. Douglas Hanley in Omaha, Nebraska.

She said her husband had called. She's afraid he's going to k*ll himself.

It was a long distance call. He's in L.A.

He's holed up in some motel over on Donnelly Drive.

There's a lot of them over there. Did she say which one?

No. But part of Donnelly is in your area,

you ought to keep an eye out for a green ' Pinto,

Nebraska plate, W.

Male, Cauc, brown and blue, '", , years old.

-When did he call her? -About half hour ago.

She said he's threatened to do it before.

But that this time, she thinks he may mean it.

Okay, we'll take a look.

Pretty lousy thing to do.

Call somebody , miles away and tell them you're gonna blow your brains out.

His wife is the real victim or his kids, if he has any.

[SCOFFS]

Green Pinto.

MALLOY: California plate.

How old did Mac say Hanley was?

Forty-one.

Guess you go through quite a few changes at that age.

Guess so.

Did you ever look up the stats on su1c1de?

No.

After the number go down but the rate of success goes up.

When they get that age they mean it.

More kids try it. But they're lucky. Fewer of them make it.

Did you ever wonder why?

-Why fewer make it? -Yeah.

I guess they got more to live for.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-, see the man, a found child.

Winston, the manager's office.

One-Adam-, roger.

Hurry, please! I think it's strangling!

I did everything I could for it!

I don't know anything about babies!

I did everything I could.

[BABY CRYING]

Your baby?

No, sir. I found it out back.

In the garbage can.

-Any idea who the mother is? -No.

I never would have seen it

if I hadn't decided to do some garden work this morning.

What about your tenants? Any of them been expecting?

No. Only Mrs. Cardine.

But she hasn't had it yet.

Not due till next month.

I don't understand it. Some women dying to have babies,

other women leaving their babies to die.

Can you show me where you found it?

Oh, yes, sir. Right this way.

You think it's going to be all right?

We'll let you know. Thanks for your help.

Thank you, Officer.

The baby was in a trash can in the alley.

Couldn't have been more than a day or two old.

Attendants said it's going to be a toss-up.

The baby's blanket was from the Shuler Clinic.

Let's go over there. Maybe we can find out who the mother is.

One-Adam-. Show us on follow-up to Farrington.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-, roger.

-California plate. -[SIGHS]

If this isn't the one, that's it.

Boy child, inches long, pounds, ounce.

OB's note says high risk.

-What does that mean? -A lot of things.

Hereditary factors, no pre-natal care, other considerations.

Mostly that the baby doesn't have much of a chance.

Who's the mother?

Age . Name's Jane Smith.

This one's probably what you're looking for.

Baby was born yesterday, she checked out this morning.

She give an address?

How about a description?

This may help. The entrance form.

She was driving a Chevy, license number OIK.

Thanks.

Go easy on her, huh? She's got to be feeling pretty lousy.

How do you think the baby feels?

Pretty lousy.

-Thanks for your help. -If they need any help.

Either one of them.

Thanks. We'll let you know.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-, roger. Stand by.

Nice guy.

He didn't give the baby much hope.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-. Your California Ocean, Young, King

is Chevrolet, registered to John Penrod.

Lawrence Place.

One-Adam-, roger.

John? You figure she's married?

Could be.

-Yes? -Are you Mrs. John Penrod?

Why?

We think we can help her find her baby.

Come in.

I'm glad you found me.

Is he dead?

Is your husband home?

[SIGHS]

John's not my husband.

I'm not married.

He's...

He's my business manager.

He just lets me use this place for my appointments.

I was going to go home after a while.

Was dumping the baby in a garbage can his idea?

I'll call an ambulance.

[SOBBING]

The kid didn't have a chance.

Neither do I.

You know what a high risk baby is?

You didn't help it any.

What do you want me to do, keep him and watch him die?

I can't take care of him.

I don't want it, nobody wants it.

You could have put him up for adoption.

Who would take it?

Nobody wants my kid.

Like nobody wants me.

You aren't gonna arrest me, are you?

Please.

If I go to jail, I'll die.

You're on junk.

Any in the house?

John was going to bring some.

He hook you?

When's he supposed to come by?

Around noon. To drive me home.

To get rid of me.

Thank you. The ambulance is on the way.

She's on junk.

John's her connection. He's supposed to come by around noon.

We'll check with Mac, see what he wants us to do.

Yeah.

Okay.

Narcotics investigators said to say thanks.

They picked up Penrod. He's charged with possession for resale.

And Hanley's wife called in again.

Said her husband really means it this time.

-He told her he's got a g*n. -Terrific.

Yeah. He's really putting her through the ringer.

He told her he was going to pull the trigger at o'clock. On the dot.

How do you figure a guy like that?

Investigators have started a telephone check of the motels on Donnelly Drive.

You guys give them another tour, okay?

Why bother to call her?

Why not do it and be done with it?

Don't you care if the guy blows himself up?

Yeah, I care.

But there's not much I can do about it.

We can try.

How are we going to stop somebody who really wants to do it?

I mean, there's not even a law against su1c1de.

You can't pass a law against mental illness.

But we do owe it to the guy to help him if we can.

Almost noon.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: One-Adam-. One-Adam-.

See the woman. Unknown trouble. Scenic Drive.

One-Adam-, roger.

WOMAN: Thank heavens.

-Did you call us? -No. My neighbor did.

But I decided to wait down here for you.

I'm Grace Robertson.

I don't want to get anybody in trouble,

but I did see something kind of funny going on.

What?

Come on and I'll show you.

It's Mr. Nelson's car.

It's right down there.

Can I carry that for you, ma'am?

I can manage, thank you.

It's really not that heavy.

I remember when $ worth of groceries would be heavy.

It's just right down here.

I was just coming back from the market when I saw them,

huddled around the car like vultures on carrion.

They were taking everything they could carry.

This is sort of my secret shortcut.

-How many were there, ma'am? -I counted five.

And they weren't boys either. They were young men.

Here we are, you see?

Mr. Nelson is such a nice young man.

It's a shame what they've done to his car.

Can you describe them, ma'am?

I can do better than that.

They put all that stuff in a white pickup truck

and the license was -- ICS.

I'll run these.

Can you describe the men you saw?

Of course.

But why don't we just wait for them?

They're going to come back. I heard them say so.

Said they needed to get some kind of tool.

A hoist or something like that.

I've got a better idea. Why don't you go on home, and I'll wait for them?

-And miss all the excitement? -Yes, ma'am.

Don't condescend to me, young man.

-I can take care of myself. -I'm sure you can.

[EXCLAIMS] Those are the ones.

You sure that's Mr. Nelson's car?

Yes. He even gave me a ride in it once.

Will you go back and ask my partner to come down here, please?

Hold it. Okay, keep it going.

Come on.

That's it.

Get that hook off.

Police! Freeze!

Face down on the ground, with your arms straight out at your sides.

Move!

Wait!

He's all alone.

[LAUGHS]

You gonna sh**t us all, Officer?

On the ground!

You're not going to sh**t us.

Not all of us.

For just taking just a few spare parts.

Press it and you'll find out.

Hey!

Now on the pavement!

The truck's stolen.

I missed all the excitement.

I don't think it's gonna do any good to make another tour of Motel Row.

It's only :, we'll start in half hour.

You figure the guy's really going to do it?

Who knows?

Seems to me he's just making a grandstand play, looking for some sympathy.

Could be.

You know, it's a messy way to die.

[FEMALE DISPATCHER TALKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]

REED: Man.

One-Adam-, request One-L- to meet me on Tac .

Hanley checked in yesterday.

Went out once, came back with a bottle.

As far as I know, he hasn't been out since.

-Except to use the telephone. -There are no phones in the room?

No, sir.

They wanna talk, they can use a payphone.

Does he have a g*n in there.

Hey, this Hanley some kind of a crook?

His wife called, said he was trying to k*ll himself.

In one of my rooms?

Hey, you gotta do something.

He'll make a mess in there. Who's gonna clean it up?

What room is he in?

Four, the one at the end.

Does it have a back door?

No. But it does adjoin number .

-Is there anyone in ? -No.

Could I have the keys, please?

This one's the front door. This one's for the adjoining room.

You going to get him out of there?

We're going to try.

Mac's on his way. Ambulance and backup are rolling.

May not be time to wait. It's almost two.

He's in number .

Here's the key to the adjoining room.

If I can talk him out, maybe you can get in behind him.

He could take you with him.

MAN: Whoever it is, I don't want any.

Mr. Hanley?

I told you, go away!

I have a message for you from your wife.

She doesn't know where I am.

She's asked us to look for you.

Who are you?

My name's Pete Malloy. I'd like to talk to you.

About what?

About your wife. She's worried about you.

What is it to you?

I just thought you'd like to know that she's worried, that's all.

Who are you anyway?

I told you. My name's Pete Malloy.

Never heard of you.

I'd like to think I'm your friend.

I don't have any friends.

You have me.

-Where are you? -I'm right here.

I want to see who I'm talking to.

Just open the door and come out.

No. If she sent you,

you came to stop me.

How's this?

She called the cops.

It won't do any good. She ought to know that.

At least she tried. That ought to count for something.

[SCOFFS] Too late.

She's too late, you're too late.

Everything's too late.

Nothing's ever too late. There's always tomorrow.

You got any guarantee that there's going to be a tomorrow?

Always has been.

Not for me.

No more.

Now go away and leave me alone.

Think about it, Mr. Hanley.

You ought to think about it a long time.

Tell her I said I was sorry.

[g*n FIRES]

What are you going to do with me now? Take me to jail?

To a hospital.