Adam-12 (1968–1975): Season 1, Episode 4 - Log 131: Reed, the Dicks Have Their Jobs, and We Have Ours - 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.

Hey, Hey-

Hey, Jerry, Dave,
how's it goin'?

Not bad,

considering all the time
we waste

cleaning up after
you blue suits.



Yeah, I'll bet.

Jim Reed, Jerry Miller
and Dave Hudson,

two of our real
live detectives.

How you doin'?

You work with Malloy, huh? Yeah.

I swear they're gettin'
younger all the time.

Just to look at you
makes me feel old.

You are old.

I got to be tied to this
thing 8 hours everyday.

Malloy giving you a bad time?
No.

If he ever does,
you let me know, huh?

Better listen to him,
he's a Sergeant.

He's showing you
the ropes all right?

How to write up a greenie,
handle a deuce,



good places to eat,
that sort of thing?

Oh, yeah.

I guess Malloy's taught you
about everything he knows then.

It's about all he has to know.

There's a little more
to it than that.

Jerry, what beats me, is how
you ever made detective.

(Jerry)
Just raw talent, that's all.

I heard it was because you couldn't read
the hot sheet without moving your lips.

Let me tell you, we had
a case in here last month--

That was the only case
you had last month.

We leave all the volume
business to you guys.

I'll tell you
something else.

We're really interested,
Jerry.

I'd love to hear
the rest of your story,

but we got to get to roll call.
You know how it is.

Sure.

Try not to trip out there
on the pavement, Malloy.

Malloy, do all detectives
act like those two back there?

What do you mean? You know,
needling us like that

just because we work uniform?
Acting superior.

They were just kiddin' around.

They put in their time
in black-and-whites,

just like anybody else.

I suppose they figure their jobs are
more important, but that's only natural.

Most guys feel like that if they
have any pride in their work.

I guess it is more interesting
in a way.

At least they get to see
how their cases come out.

Which is more than we do
half the time.

But then there's times when
they'll work on an investigation

for 6 or 7 months,

and wind up
in a dead end,

or with the case
kicked out of court.

In our job, we don't get that involved.
We don't have time to.

Have you ever thought
about trying it?

Detective, I mean.

Yeah, it's not bad work.

Like I said, it's got its good
points, just like anything else.

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

see the woman, a missing
child, 2911, West Oakmont.

1-Adam-12, roger.

Anybody, home?

(Mrs. Bussey)
Officers!

Did you find him?
Find who, ma'am?

[panting]

Take your time,
get your breath.

I'm sorry.

I'm generally very
calm and collected.

He's run away,
I know it.

What's his name?

Mark.
Last name?

Bussey.
B-U-S-S-E-Y.

He's only four.

When did you see Mark last?

It's a half hour,
35 minutes now.

Did you search the house?

I looked around, yes.

Do you mind
if I looked through?

Oh, if you think
it'll do any good.

Sometimes they hide under
the bed or inside closets.

You said he ran away. Were you
going to punish him or something?

He was pestering me.

And he made a mess with the
ice tray in the kitchen.

I was baking a casserole

and I turned my back
to wash my hands,

he was gone.

What was he wearing?

Blue jeans,
black little sneakers,

a long sleeved
pullover shirt, yellow.

I wouldn't be too upset,
Mrs. Bussey.

He probably hasn't gone far. We'll
have a look around the house.

I'll take the back and the garage.
Yeah.

Here he is.

What's he doing in there?

Watching a cat.

Must be ours.
We have one.

Mrs. Bussey,
you now have five,

and I wouldn't swear
that's the final score.

He's probably gonna
have a few questions for you.

I don't care.

I'm just so glad to know
that he's safe.

And when I get him
out of there,

I'm going to kill him.

Kids are really somethin',
aren't they?

Yeah.

I remember one time
10 of us spent half a watch

looking for a couple
of 6-year-olds.

Finally found them in the
trunk of a neighbor's car.

Were they okay?
They were just fine.

Turned out they'd climbed in
and slammed the lid.

What'd they do that for?

Said they just wanted
to see what it would be like.

Kids.

[chuckles]
Yeah.

[hollers]

I wonder
what Teejay wants?

Hi- Hi, Teejay.

What's up?

Well, I tell you
it's like this, man.

I heard this scufflin'.

Like shovin' around
in the room back of mine.

It sounds like there was a fight.
Yeah.

It sounded like two guys
goin' at it.

And then all of a sudden, I heard
these two, three yells like,

?m, Hey

I think somebody got hurt.

You're at the Dorado?
Yeah.

I was fixin' to go out anyway,
and then I heard the door.

Sol peeked out
and saw this guy takin' off.

And I swear, he had blood
on his sleeve.

What'd he look like?

He was dark,
little taller than me.

Kind of on the heavy side.

What was he wearing?
White shirt, dark pants.

And I saw this red-like,
on his sleeve,

you know, when he
was taking off.

And, man, he was squirrelin'
it out of there.

How long ago was this?

20 minutes, maybe.

Did you try the other room?

Talk to anybody about it?
No.

You should've called it in,
Teejay.

Man, you know...

Yeah. We'll take a look.

You still work
in the same place?

Yeah, but it's gettin'
to be a drag, man.

You stayin' clean,
aren't you?

Oh, I ain't had a taste in,
I don't know when.

Hang in there, man.

Do you think it's anything?

Could be. He's turned us on
to one or two others.

1-Adam-12. Code 6
at 11th and South Front.

The Hotel Dorado.

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

Can't you keep this place
quiet, Benny.

Heck, we're quiet, Malloy.

You know anything about a
fight maybe half-hour ago?

Third room from the back
on the left.

No.
Who you got in there?

That'd be number six.

Looks like Walsh.

Richard, Robert,
crummy handwriting.

Came in last night.

Is he there now?
I don't know.

Lot of times
they use the back.

We heard there might've been
serious trouble.

We'd like to take a look.
Sure, go ahead.

Walsh!

Police officers, Walsh.

You want me
to go get the key?

Walsh.

Don't touch anything.

I didn't leave
any prints.

If you close it, how are we gonna get
it open without touching the knob?

He's dead.
Yeah.

Probably some identification
in his wallet.

Leave him alone.

Come on.

Don't let anybody in.

You want me to see if the people in
these other rooms heard anything?

Just stay on the door.

Can I use the phone, Benny?

Everything all right?

Looks like there's
been a killing.

Hey, you're putting me on?

There's a fellow back there who's
been stabbed about three times.

I didn't hear a thing.
I mean...

I swear I didn't hear a sound.

Yeah.

This is 1-Adam-12,
Malloy.

We have a DB, probable
homicide.

1104, South Front Street.

Dorado Hotel.

Notify detectives
and make the notifications.

That's all you need
from me, isn't it?

That's about it.
ls the coroner on the way?

Uh, yeah.
I'll take off then.

Did either of you
handle anything in there?

Yeah, I touched the outside
knob and the top of the door.

All right, How about you?
No, nothing.

I'll have to get your prints
in order to eliminate them.

Oh, go ahead.
I've got his name.

Malloy, if it's okay with you,
we'll make a report.

Sure.

What's your serial number.

10743.

R-E-E-D.

Yeah, James A.
13985.

What time did you get here?

5:15.

And the room's
just like you found it?

All we did was walk in,

make reasonably sure he was
dead and walk out again.

We closed up the room, stayed
by the door until you got here.

Real good. You don't know
who he is, though?

Not for sure.

I got a description of the man
registered in the room from the manager.

That's the manager?

Yeah, the victim's name
is Richard or Robert Walsh.

The description
matches the body.

We'll get into
all that with him, I guess.

Um, this informer of yours, Teejay,
do you know his full name?

Theodore Joseph Sims.
One 'M'.

What is he, a hype?

He used to chip around some.

We haven't seen any marks on
him in a couple of months.

Where is he now?

You know the Greater
Southwest Produce Company?

Yeah. He'll be on the loading
dock till about midnight.

We'll go down
and question him.

Will he talk to us?
Well--

I don't see any reason
why not? Sure.

Then we might as well do it.
ls there anything else?

Nothing I can think of.

You fellows
might as well take off.

We can stick around
for a while

and maybe give you a hand
questioning some of these people.

Ah, thanks, but, uh,
I think we can make it.

Come on, Reed, let's go.

Ah, sir, could I speak to you
for a minute?

Burns me up.

Uh-huh.

That was a real good case.
Our man put us on to it,

we found it and we got to give it to
somebody else and just walk away.

That's the way it is.

There's no point gettin' all
bent out of shape about it.

We could've talked to Teejay. We
might've done some real good.

Miller and Hudson will make out
all right with him. Clear us.

If you'd have let me push
a little bit,

we could've stuck around there
a while and helped them out.

Probably.

1-Adam-12, clear.

Why didn't you?

While we're back at the hotel,
who's coverin' here on the street?

The dicks have their job
and we have ours.

It's that simple.

(female dispatcher) 1-Adam-12, clear.
End of call.

See the man.
586, private property.

I'll bet you that's--

912, South Grand Street.

Cullen again.

He's a character.

1-Adam-12, roger.

How many times
we've been here now? Four?

Four. And he still hasn't
got the signs right.

Afternoon, Mr. Cullen.

I telephoned you
nearly an hour ago, right?

We were tied up
on another call.

Same trouble, I suppose.

You suppose? 'Course it's
the same trouble.

There's the trouble.
There they are.

Go ahead,
start puttin' tickets on 'em.

I'm afraid we can't do that,
Mr. Cullen.

You remember, we went all over
this with you

for half an hour
the day before yesterday.

And I did everything you said.
I made up the signs,

I put the cockamamie numbers
on 'em. I hung 'em up.

Mr. Cullen. Now you say
you can't do anything.

You can't see that sign till
your halfway on to the lot.

And that sign's not
even posted properly.

And that's it, huh?

We went over and over it. The
signs have to be clearly visible.

Okay.

Mr. Cullen,
hold on a minute.

You want 'em visible
I'm makin' 'em visible, huh.

Mr. Cullen,
will you hold on a minute?

I agree with you.
You're 100% right.

You couldn't see the sign
when it's lying on the ground.

Okay.

What else did we tell you
about the signs?

We told you that they had
to be legally worded, right?

What's the matter with my sign?
Any dumbo could read it.

Look, I charge 75 cents a day to
park here, right? $15 a month.

But nobody pays me nothin'. This
is private property. Write it out.

They just can't come in here
and park.

What do I do
to make 'em pay me.

Mr. Cullen,
you just don't listen.

We've been over this with you
and over this with you

and you just don't
pay attention.

I do. You say "put up signs," I put up signs.
Will you listen to me?

Now, are you listening?

Yeah, I'm listening.

These signs are no good.

It's private property.
They want to park in here--

Just keep quiet
and listen to me.

You just can't put up
any old sign.

The law and the court say the signs
have to be worded in a particular way.

You understand.
Yeah, I understand.

That's what you said
the last time.

I understand, I understand.

You're not goin'
to do anything, right?

Mr. Cullen...

This is what the signs
have to say.

Well, this don't say nothin'
more than my sign says.

What am I supposed to do,
just keep on making signs?

If they don't pay attention
to mine, they won't to these.

Mr. Cullen, we can't keep
goin' over this.

Now you get some signs made like
that and you post 'em properly.

And if you've got 100 cars
parked in here illegally,

we'll write you 100 citations
'cause that's our job.

But till you do that, don't
keep calling us down here.

'Cause there's nothin'
we can do. Is that clear?

All right.

You want to bet
he doesn't call us again.

No.
Well, you said it.

The detectives have their job
and we have ours.

Why don't we take a run over
and have a talk with Teejay.

What's the point?

I might dig something
out of him they missed.

Not likely.

Boy, you really want to get
into the act, don't you?

Well, it was our call.

And now it's their case.

They act like we
couldn't handle it.

That's not the way
it is at all.

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

See the woman, a family dispute.
2641, West Van Arden.

That's the way it seems to me.

1-Adam-12, roger.

They can spend the next
three weeks, or longer,

runnin' around
on that murder.

It's not whether
it's important or not.

They've got the time and we don't.
That's the point.

Yeah, sure.

[doorbell buzzing]

(Malloy) Police officers!
What's the trouble?

Oh, hi.

(Malloy)
Can we come in?

Sure, sure.
Come on in.

What's the trouble here?

Oh, nothing really.

Where's your wife,
Mr. Beuhler?

Well, uh, she locked herself
in the bedroom.

L--l didn't even know
she called you fellows.

Good, you're here.
Now raise a hand to me.

Go on, go on.
Now, go on.

Hold it down!

Do it in front of witnesses. I dare you to.
Cut it out, both of you.

What's the matter with you?
Are you out of your mind?

I never touched her. All right,
will you settle down, please?

And what are these marks?
Where did I get them?

Reba, cover yourself up,
please--

All right, get over here!

What's the matter with her?
Showing herself like that.

Well, look!
Yeah, I saw.

Well, he threw a bottle at me.

I did not.
Now that's a lie!

Now knock it off,
both of you.

Let me see some identification.

What's going on here?

Well, he came home.
I knew, I knew,

right from the start what
kind of a mood he was in.

And he asks me-- Would you stand
right back over here, please?

What's for supper?
So I told him.

Ravioli.

Well, that's
when it started.

He started yellin'
and cursin'

and calling it slop.

Sol picked up the dish
and I threw it in the garbage.

And that's when he grabbed me

and he started hauling me
all over that kitchen.

You saw the marks
he put on me.

What about the scratch
on your face?

Oh, I didn't notice.
Is it big?

No.

He must have done it
with a fingernail.

Is that all?

Well, isn't that enough?

I mean, he threatened
to knock me silly.

I'm scared to be in
this house with him.

You got to get him
out of here.

Take it easy,
Mrs. Beuhler.

You want us to take him
to jail?

Jail?
Uh-huh.

No, I--I--I just want you
to get him out of here.

Well, he lives here,
doesn't he?

Yeah.
Then we can't do that.

Suppose he gives you
his word

that he won't do anything
violent or threaten you.

Will that be all right?

Well, I don't know.

I mean, you don't know what I've
been through with that man.

And that stupid wine of his.

Well, I'll talk to him.

Look, you--you got to hear
my side of it.

I'm a good manager.

For eight years I've made do
with what he gives me.

Mrs. Beuhler, you're tying up two
police officers and a radio car.

I really can't go through the
whole eight years with you.

Just wait here, please.

Apparently, it's been goin' on
for quite awhile.

Money mostly.

Tonight's dinner
kicked it off again.

Yeah.

Ravioli and spaghetti,
three times a week,

right out of a can.

Pure carbohydrates and I'm
tryin' to watch my weight.

If your wife insists, we're
gonna have to take you to jail.

Are you kidding?

She says you assaulted her and
there's some evidence to back it up.

People say a lot of things when they're
fighting that they don't mean.

She claims you threw
a bottle at her.

Well, uh,

I like good imported wine

and she started throwing up
the cost of it to me.

I had about two-thirds of a
bottle in the refrigerator.

I was nursing it. A real good
Ch?teauneuf du Pape.

I took it out
and I threw it in the sink.

Oh, I really showed her.

Oh, but I wouldn't hurt her.
I mean it.

Why don't you tell her that.

Maybe that would settle it. And we
could all go about our business.

Yeah, sure, sure.

Mrs. Beuhler,
would step over here, please?

Your husband's promised
he won't lay a hand on you.

I'm sorry, Reba.
I really mean it.

Well, all right.

Gee, honey,
I must look a sight.

Ah, no.

Look what you did to my face.

Well, you rotten, dirty bully.

I told you, I'm sorry.
What do you want from me?

You want me to get down
on my hands and knees?

You handled that okay. Only took us
10 minutes to cool her down again.

Yeah.

Hey, lighten up on me,
will you, partner.

You still chewing
on that murder?

Yeah, I guess so.

Look, Reed, I've had
other assignments

and I couldn't wait
to get back into a car.

I guess I'll have to
move on someday.

But I'm not
lookin' forward to it.

As far as I'm concerned,
this is where it happens.

Right here on the street.
And we get it all.

The beginning of it anyway.

The blue Mercury.
In the lower sevens.

I got it.
Nora Ocean lda--

No.

They sure stiffened up
when they saw us.

I'll pull around 'em
and see what they do.

Front plates,
Lincoln Union Ocean.

They're going.
Am I clear?

Go.

[siren wailing]

(female dispatcher) All units
and all frequencies stand by.

1-Adam-12 is in pursuit.

[tires screeching]

He's in a dead end.

(Malloy) Drop 'em. You're
not going anywhere.

Come on, buddy.
You've got trouble enough.

Toss 'em down.

Over against the wall.
Let's go.

Both of you.

Hands against the wall
and lean on 'em.

Feet back. Spread em'.

Put your left hand
behind your head.

Left hand behind your head.

Hype kit.

Smack. Six balloons.
$50, $60 worth.

Looks like we got a couple
of real nice guys here.

Yeah.

I don't believe we'll have to
turn this case over to anybody.

No, hardly.

Of course, it's not what
you'd call really interesting.

It'll do.

Hey, Jerry, how're you doing
with that murder?

I tell you, we ran ourselves
ragged ever since you left.

We haven't eaten dinner yet.

Victim was Walsh, all right.
But we just got a call.

About an hour ago, evidently,
his brother-in-law sobered up

and had a fit of conscience
or something.

He walked into Newton Station and
copped out on the whole thing.

Could've saved ourselves
the trouble.

Looks like you've had
some business.

A couple of boys been on
the run about a month.

Parole violators. They got tails
hanging on 'em in Santa Barbara.

About six warrants apiece.

211s mostly.

Too bad you guys got tied up.

Yeah, well...

Oh, I meant to tell you, you
fellows did a real good job

protecting the scene
before we got there.

Any time, Sergeant.
That's our job.