Adam-12 (1968–1975): Season 1, Episode 13 - Log 122: Christmas - The Yellow Dump Truck - full transcript

(female dispatcher)
1-Adam-12, 1-Adam-12,

possible 459
suspects there now.

1-Adam-12, 1-Adam-12,

a 415, man with a gun.

1-Adam-12, no warrant.
Lincoln, X-Ray, Ida 483.

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

Male Caucasian,
5' 9" or 10".

Black and brown,
160 to 170,

wearing white shirt,
green trousers.

Tattoo, "Death before
dishonor", on right forearm.

Probably, carrying a .9 mm
blue-steel automatic.



Wanted by
Hollywood detectives.

DR number, 4709586.

That's all I've got.

We're going to skip roll-call
training and inspection today

to give you time to get
these bags out into your cars.

Deliver them as soon
as you can, before dark

if possible, in case you get
hung-up later on.

I believe they're laid out
in order.

Right, low cars start
over in that corner.

All right, unless somebody
has something, that's it.

It looks like, we're gonna
have to make a couple trips.

At least, they're not
too heavy.

(Moore)
Now, hold it a minute.

I almost forgot.



Merry Christmas!

(all) Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!

Let's leave this stuff here

until we find it out how
she wants us to get it in.

[door bell rings]

Hi!
Hi, Mary!

Bill! Go tell Mom,
the police are here!

The application
went through for us, huh?

Sure did.

Oh, that's great!

I guess, you'd like
to surprise

the rest of the kids, huh?

If you like, we can take
them around back for you.

I don't know. Wait a minute.
Let me ask Mother.

(Mary) Harvey, don't you eat
the glue off your fingers.

Hi, Harvey.

How're you doing?

Pretty good.

Did you
make that yourself?

Uh-huh.

What you gonna do with it?
Hang it on the tree?

That's what it's for.
Hanging on the tree.

Sure is pretty.

It's not done, yet.
I'm gonna make it long.

Real, real long.

What I want is a dump truck.

No kidding.

A yellow dump truck.

What would you do with it?

Put stuff in it and raise up
the back and dump it out.

Even you ought to know that.

We got a pile of dirt
out back,

and I'm going to dump that.

Suppose Santa brings you
something else?

A dump truck.

There are awful lot of
other nice toys.

A dump truck.

A yellow dump truck.

Mary,
take him inside

and close the door.

And don't let him put
his fingers in his mouth.

Come on, Harvey.

It's only flour paste
but he picks up everything.

But all I need's for him
to get sick, just now.

[sighs]
I was just going out.

We've got a whole bagful of toys
in the car for you, Mrs. Ward.

Mary told me.

The children are all home

and I'd like not to
bring them in just now.

(Malloy) I can't promise
when we'd get back this way.

I was going to the
Big Basket. The market?

Could you meet me there
in about an hour?

(Malloy)
I don't see why not, sure.

Then I could put them
right in my car. Okay.

You don't know what
this is going to mean.

I told the children not to expect
anything at all this year.

I don't think
you got through to Harvey.

He told you
about the dump truck?

Mmm-hmm.

I don't suppose there's
anything like that?

I doubt it.

The Department can only
give out the things

they collected,
whatever's donated, you know.

Well, as long as he has something
to play with he'll be happy.

We'll see you
at the market.

I'll be waiting for you.

Any dump trucks?

No.

Malloy?

Yeah?

It's kind of a shame.
You know, what we could do?

No.
No, what?

No, we're not going to buy
Harvey a yellow dump truck.

Well, I've got a couple
of bucks.

I thought maybe we could
split-- Forget it. Who's next?

Merry Christmas, Mr. Kerr.

[chuckles]
Doggone.

I mean, I sure
appreciate it.

You and the kids
have a nice day tomorrow.

Hey.

Merry Christmas!

Thanks!

Uh...

I guess I sound
pretty hard-hearted, huh?

No. I understand.

Uh, Mr. Kerr, Tremaynes, I guess
they all need a lot of things, too.

That's right.

Besides, you can't let
yourself get all

bent out of shape,
every time you see

somebody unhappy
on this job.

Get involved
up to a point

beyond that you'll go
screaming up the walls.

Yeah. I guess you're right.

I'll tell you somethin' funny.

The one Christmas
that sticks in my mind.

I couldn't have been
much older than Harvey.

During the war,
my father was overseas.

And I wanted an air rifle
in the worst way.

And my mother must've been
having a pretty hard time.

'Cause what I wound up with,
was a sack of marbles.

But, you know, I--l can't
remember a better Christmas.

'Cause we all had this good,
warm feeling, you know.

Yeah. We had times
like that, too.

Sometimes having trouble

brings a family
closer together.

Yeah.

Anyway, Harvey'll probably
open whatever he gets

and have the time
of his life.

Sure.

Kids get these ideas and
forget them just as fast.

That's right. Next week, he'll probably
want something else altogether.

Mmm-hmm. Like you said,

you can't let yourself
get involved.

That's right!

You do, you break
your heart twice a day.

Yeah.

[bells ringing]

Reed?

Yeah?

Can you spare about $3?

Yeah, but I thought you just--

Let me have it.

And don't forget,
it's gotta be yellow.

Merry Christmas,
Mrs. Ward.

Thanks and I hope you
have a Happy New Year.

You shouldn't
have done that.

Done what?

All right. All right.

I won't ask
where it came from.

[sobs]

Hey, hey, hey, now,
that's not the idea.

I know, I know.

Thank you.

Hey, let's get the rest of the
stuff delivered, before dark.

Pete, you know, sometimes,
you really confuse me.

You don't believe everything
I tell you, do you?

Pretty much, yeah.

That's right, you should.

Except, when I'm talking
through my hat.

See, that Christmas,
I told you about?

One of the things I remember
was how disappointed I was

when I saw that crummy
sack of marbles.

[car tires screeching]
Pete, look out!

[car engine revving]

Merry Christmas!

I think, he just wished us
a Merry Christmas.

He's waving us on past.

You! In the green Chevy.

Pull over to the curb
and stop!

[tires screeching]

Pull over to the curb
and stop!

Hit your brakes!

What seems to be
the trouble?

Mr. Haines, are you sick
or injured?

Boy, are you confused.
I'm not sick!

I'm smashed!

Nice of you to ask,
though.

Considerate. That's what
he is. Considerate.

[exclaiming]

Couple of whiffs in here,
you're ready

for the breathalyzer,
yourself.

All yours, Malloy.
How'd I do?

Blew yourself a 2-8.
What's the record?

Come on, let's get you booked
and bedded down, friend.

Beat that if you can!

[sighs]

You off, tomorrow?
No, I'm working.

Ah, that's too bad.

Why? I asked for it.

You're kiddin'.
No.

But, don't tell my wife.

They're supposed to go to his
mother-in-law's for dinner.

I see what you mean.

What's that?

It's an ampoule of acid,
Mr. Haines.

Oh, we get along all right,
you understand.

But the whole family'll
be there.

Aunts, uncles, cousins,
people I never saw before.

IJ'[inmates singing]

I wind up with a headache and
half a turkey wing, always do.

Hey, cut that out!
That's next week

(Reed)
Keep it down.

? Jingle bells,
jingle bells N

Would you just keep quiet?

Somebody is got to go back
and straighten those guys out.

Be patient. You'll probably
get your chance.

You-N cu know Jingle Bells?

Not now.

What's the matter, buddy?

You got something against
Jingle Bells?

[chuckles]

No, just don't make
so much noise.

(Walters)
You know about those toys?

There's this family,
the Hinsons.

Must have had ten kids,
under six.

Uh, four.

Well, it seems like ten.

They swarm on you,
like puppies.

I'm sitting in the car,

with one of them on my knee,
talking to him.

A call comes down,
a 459 silent.

[inaudible]

So, I start trying to
get rid of the kids.

As fast as I pulled
one off,

two more jump on.

And this guy, he sat there,
laughing like a hyena.

What was really funny was, they were
eating peanut butter sandwiches.

[chuckles]

Okay, Mr. Haines. You get
your own personal mouthpiece.

Just give me a good,
steady breath, right in there.

(Walters)
Pete,

did you ever reach
in your pocket,

to find a peanut butter
sandwich?

[chuckles]
That's fine.

? Jingle bells, jingle bells,
jingle all the way N'

Hey, hey buddy.
Why don't you join in, hm?

You doth know
Jingle Bells?

Anything you like. How
'bout, King Wenceslaus?

Come on, he can't
hardly say it.

Uh, that's all right,
I can't hardly say it, myself.

Mr. Haines, you blew
yourself a 3-1.

I don't think, you're gonna
feel too sharp in the morning.

Ah, anything you say.

He's all yours.
Come on, let's go.

Merry Christmas!

Hey, hey-

Merry Christmas, buddy!

Uh, Mrs. Ward!

What are you
doing down here?

Somebody stole my car.

And I-- I came down
to report it.

What happened?

I picked up the TV set.
It was being repaired.

They only charged me
for the parts,

so, the kids'd have it
for tomorrow.

Then I went to this
Christmas tree lot,

and somebody stole my car.

I already told them
all about it at the desk.

Signed the papers.

Which lot was it?

The one on Sixth
and Van Arden.

If you go by late, you can
sometimes pick one up cheap.

When I got back to the car,
with the tree, it was gone.

I never thought anyone would
steal an old car like that.

Some people'll steal anything
with wheels on it.

When I told the kids,
they'd have presents,

tomorrow morning.
They were wild.

Mary and I could
hardly get 'em to bed.

You took the toys out
of the car, didn't you?

No. I never got the chance.

That's great.

(Mrs. Reed) I don't know
what I'll tell them.

I'll just have to
tell them something.

Too tired to think
about it, right now.

I'm going home
and go to bed.

Hey, lady!
Merry Christmas!

Mr. Haines,
your timing is lousy.

What's wrong with the tree?

Wait--wait a minute.
It's--it's, uh,

got one of those wooden stands
under it, hasn't it?

[sighs]

Well, just-just give it
a couple of licks

under the bottom.
That'll--that'll do it.

Yeah.

It's gonna be late,
looks like.

I know that.

Get there,
as soon as I can.

Like I told you,

just get a hammer and
give it a couple of licks.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay, honey.

Yeah, bye.

We've got a problem, Jerry.
We could use some information.

You've got a problem?

Look, I've got three suspects
to question, yet.

I won't get out of here before
2:00, even if I'm lucky.

Then, I gotta go home.

Gotta bolt together one of those,
do-it-your-self pedal cars.

My youngest is gonna be
up by 5:00.

I know it,
'cause he was last year.

Anyhoo, what can I do for you?

Lady had a blue,
'59 Pontiac stolen.

From Sixth and Van Arden.

That's
a high-frequency area.

Yeah, I know.

What's
special about it?

She's got her kids' Christmas
presents in the trunk.

We'd like to try and do some
good, if we can find the time.

Well...

What it is in that area,
mostly are kids joy-riding.

They hang around those hamburger
stands and drive-ins.

I just don't have any names or
descriptions, that'll do you any good.

You know where they dump
most of 'em.

Yeah.

Trunk-load of
Christmas toys, huh?

Yeah.

Well, that's rough.

If it is kids fooling around,

they might ditch it
about any place.

Wish I could be more help.

[sighs]

Have a Merry Christmas,
Sergeant.

Oh, I will,
if I ever get out of here.

Oh, Malloy,

they did pick up a couple of
ducks, earlier, this month

in that alley off of, uh...

Central, between Tenth and
Eleventh. You might try that.

Thanks, Jerry.

Well, you know any place
else to look?

No. Not unless you want to
take a swing up to the hills.

(female dispatcher)
1-Adam-12, 1-Adam-12.

See the woman.
A family dispute

2641, West Van Arden.

1-Adam-12, Roger.

A family dispute
on Christmas Eve?

Well, it's gotta be one
for the books.

(Reba) Why can't you take me out
to dinner, once in a while?

(Charles) Why don't you just
wrap it around the chicken...

God!

[couple arguing loudly]

[doorbell buzzing]

For Pete's sake, yeah,
what do you-- Whoa!

Somebody called us.
I did.

Don't you go near that door,
with my clothes.

All right, back it off!
I said stop.

What's the trouble?

I married a nut,
that's what the trouble is.

I don't know why you
called these people--

You're gettin' out of here,
tonight, Charlie.

Oh no. You're not putting
me out. Not on Christmas Eve.

All right,
one at a time.

[both arguing]
One at a time!

Sir.

Keep your voices down.

You wanna step
over here.

Oh no, I'm not leaving
this door.

She'll throw
more of my stuff out.

Look. Why don't you do
what he says?

Maybe, we can get this
whole thing settled.

Yeah, come on, I'd like to
hear what you've got to say.

Okay, okay, I guess.

Well, you can understand
how I feel, seeing that,

same old, stale plastic
Christmas tree every year!

Oh, there she goes.
All right!

(Charles) That's my clothes
she's throwing out!

You come over here with me.

See, what I gotta
put up with. Oh, Boy. Yeah.

Now, what's the problem?

Well, I can't take it anymore.

I mean, I--l try to
save money.

He tells me, we have to be
careful and then

he goes out and he spends it
with both hands!

Mmm-hmm?
Last week I said to him:

[sighs]

I said, "Charlie,

Charlie, why don't you take
me out for Christmas dinner."

And he said
it would cost too much.

Well, I can't argue with that,
it does cost money.

So, I got a chicken.

I was gonna stuff it,

I--l planned a nice little
Christmas dinner, here.

Just the two of us.

And what did they deliver,
here, this afternoon?

A ham!

He got one of those
special hams,

that you gotta send away for.

$2, $2.25 a pound.

14 pounds of it, right
out there in the kitchen!

You could've taken me out
to dinner for that!

We'll get five meals
out of that ham!

And what do I do
with the chicken?

You really wanna know?
You can take that chicken...

All right,
knock it off now.

Was that what started it,
the ham?

Well, I... I mentioned
it to him.

And then he started in

on the--
on the Christmas tree.

I mean, I bought it.
I bought it to save money.

You can use it again.
But, oh, no.

No, no, not for him!

You've just gotta
get him out of here.

You've gotta get him
out of here. Right now.

I'm afraid,
I can't do that.

But you stay right over here
and I'll go talk to him.

You've been drinking?
Me?

Oh, no, no, I--l...

I guess what it is,
I must've spattered myself.

You see, when she knocked down our
Christmas tree and stomped on it.

I went in
and I got that ham,

and threw it
in my Wassail bowl.

In you what?
My Wassail bowl!

(Reba)
You see, what I mean?

He's a nut!

Well, it's a punch!

It's warm ale,
rum, some spices.

It's a traditional
Christmas drink.

I was making it out
in the kitchen.

And uh,
you know what else?

He's been soaking
a fruit cake in brandy,

ever since Thanksgiving!

Ooh, I'm telling you,
he's a nut!

Okay, I'm a nut, I'm a nut.
Are you satisfied?

Look, all I wanted was,

an old fashioned Christmas,
for once.

You know, a real tree,
traditional Christmas dinner,

that sort of thing.

But, ah,
the spirit's out of it.

Now there's no point to it.

L--l guess
I might as well leave.

If that's what
you wanna do.

Well, it sure
beats fightin'.

Well, our concern is that there's
no disturbances of peace.

Okay, okay, okay.
I'll leave.

By the way.

Your present's over there.

If you're interested
tomorrow, that is.

[sighing]

You might as well
take yours with you.

L--l might as well.

Yours is the big one

with the bow
and pretty flowered paper.

Uh-huh.

Well--

Uh, why don't you
open it now?

I mean, there's no point
in waiting.

It'll save you the trouble of
carryin' it around with you.

That's true.

Go ahead.

Baby, how did you-- how did
you know I wanted this?

I saw you looking at the ads.
Is it all right?

Is it all right?
Oh. it's great.

Hey look at that, fellas.
How about that, huh?

(Reed)
Yeah, it'll come in handy.

Oh, Charlie.

You like it, baby?

Oh, it's beautiful.

It must've been expensive.

Most expensive one they had.

Well, if you can get me
something like this,

why can't you take me out
to dinner once in a while?

Oh, now for Pete's sake,
Reba, not now--

Something totally impractical.
What am I supposed to do?

Wear this while
I'm soaking and peeling

that cockamamie
ham of yours?

Why don't you put it
around the chicken...

[both arguing]

Wonder if they'll
be able to make it

through tomorrow
without starting up again.

If they don't, somebody from the
day watch can have the fun.

I know I'm not gonna be able to get
those Ward kids off my mind tomorrow.

How can you enjoy Christmas when you
know somebody else is having a bad time?

This is what happens when you
let yourself get involved.

You should've listened to me.

I should've listened to me.

(male dispatcher) All units
on all frequencies, standby.

1-Adam-43 is in pursuit.

1-Adam-43,
what is your location?

(Walter) Southbound on
Central, passing 33rd.

1-Adam-43,
repeat your location.

Southbound on Central,
passing 31st.

They might get this far down.

1-Adam-43,
describe the vehicle.

A '59 blue Pontiac.

Norah, Ocean, Ida 743.

It's Mrs. Ward's.
Maybe we'll be lucky.

Let's go give 'em a hand.

I sure hope we nail him.

(male dispatcher)
AH units,

1-Adam-43 reports a code four
at 17th and Central.

Suspect in custody.

Hey, that's just great.

The Ward kids'll have
a good Christmas after all.

Maybe not.

Remember those toys
are stolen property now.

Yeah?

The dicks may want
to impound 'em as evidence.

Oh, isn't there anything
we can do about it?

We can try.
Put us out to the station.

Look, I can't get outta here if I
stay talkin' on the phone line.

Yeah.

Okay, bye now.

Right. Bye.

Oh, what's new?

Remember that GTA
I told you about?

Yeah.
You turn the guy?

No, Walters
and Brinkman did.

They'll be bringing
him in any second.

Fine. What's wrong?

It's about the toys,
Sarge.

If they get booked
in as stolen property,

it's gonna ruin Christmas
for those kids.

So we thought we come down
and see if you could--

That's the guy?

Yeah,
he's been giving us--

You guys gotta believe--

All right. Hold it.
Come on, sit down.

Did you give him
his rights?

We did.

He agreed to talk, huh?

Sergeant, we haven't been
able to shut him up.

Okay, what's your problem?

Look, so I heisted the wheels,

and the TV set.
It's not such a big deal.

But I swear I never even knew
the toys were in the trunk.

I mean, you gotta
be a real creep

to steal toys from kids,

especially on Christmas Eve.

Well, if he didn't even know
they were in there, Sarge

then you can't say he was really
trying to steal 'em, can you?

Reed, Jerry can
figure it out himself.

All I'm trying to say is that they're
not really evidence then, are they?

You were after the TV
and the wheels? Right?

Right, right. That-that's what
I've been trying to tell you.

Toys didn't even
enter into it.

No.

Go on, get 'em outta here.
We got enough work to do.

Anything to oblige, Jerry.

Hey!

Merry Christmas.

[laughing]