Adam-12 (1968–1975): Season 1, Episode 6 - Log 161: And You Want Me to Get Married? - full transcript
After an evening at Jim's with his wife, Pete's girlfriend Donna is making marriage comments that has Pete running for cover. Mixed in with their calls is a domestic noise complaint Pete uses to support his bachelorhood.
(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.
That Donna's a nice girl.
I mean it.
A real nice girl.
Uh-huh.
We'll check
the hills first.
Okay.
And she's darned
good-looking, too.
Most of those fires have
been set in the daytime.
Maybe we can get one more
swing through before dark.
You know, Jean and I sure enjoyed having
the two of you over the other night.
What's the matter?
Something bugging you?
You better believe it.
I took Donna out again
last night.
And you had a fight?
Just the opposite.
Now she's making noises
like she wants to get married.
No kidding?
I wish I were.
(male dispatcher) All units in
the vicinity and 1-Adam-12.
A 211 just occurred
at 917 North Main
1-Adam-12, Code 2.
1-Adam-12, roger.
Marty's again!
That's one unlucky guy.
Take a look around back.
Right.
Anybody here?
Yeah!
Went across the street to
borrow enough to make change.
Boy, this is
getting to be a habit.
No sign of anyone.
They got away, huh?
Looks that way.
Can you give us
a description?
Not much.
[teller machine dings]
Guy was about,
oh, your build.
Say, 30-35 years old.
Brown hair, brown eyes.
[sighs]
Nothing unusual.
What was he wearing?
Light blue denim pants,
and a black turtleneck shirt.
Did you get a look at him
after he took off?
Yeah, he was parked
down the street.
He had a big green
four-door job.
Kinda old. Took off west
on Tenth street.
Get the license plate
or the make of car?
No, it was too far away.
What did he get you for?
Cleaned me out.
$108 and change.
Guess I ought to be grateful
he hit me so early.
Better get it
on the air right away.
Yeah.
Ah. Won't do any good.
He's probably on the freeway before
I had a chance to call it in.
This close to the interchange,
he could be in Pasadena by now.
Yeah, or Ventura,
or Long Beach or anywhere.
1-Adam-12 requesting
frequency for additional
on 211 at 917 North Main.
(female dispatcher) All units
on frequency one, stand by.
1-Adam-12, go ahead.
One suspect,
male Caucasian, 30 to 35,
six feet, medium build,
brown and brown,
wearing
light blue denim pants
and a black turtleneck shirt.
Last seen heading westbound
on Tenth in an old, green,
four-door sedan, make unknown.
Took approximately $108.
Suspect is armed.
(female dispatcher)
1-Adam-12, roger.
You know anybody who wants to
buy a nice, fast liquor store?
Good clientele. Dandy location.
Right on top of the freeway.
Did he take anything else?
[sighs]
No.
What kind of a gun
did he use?
A big one.
It's Braner, isn't it?
Yeah, B-R-A-N-E-R.
Martin W.
You want to take it a easy,
Mr. Braner,
until we get our report.
Look at me. It's only matter of
time before one of those guys
puts a bullet in me.
Second time.
Yeah. It must've been
the second time,
'cause the third time,
the guy used a knife.
Anyway, this guy hit me right
across the mouth with his gun.
Look at that, all false.
There's $400 worth of surgery
and dental work there.
Why didn't you hit
the silent alarm?
You gotta be kidding.
This guy was a pro.
They all are.
Agent brought a guy around
the other day.
I've got
this place up for sale.
He, uh, checked the books and, uh,
watched the action for a while.
I thought I had him hooked.
Then he talked around the neighborhood
and that's the last I seen of him.
That's four hold-ups
in less than six months.
The detectives may want to stake
the place out for a while.
That's about
all we can do.
Oh, I am not worried.
I got through this one.
Maybe I can sell the joint to some
pigeon before there is any more trouble.
Your signature, Mr. Braner.
[sighing]
Yeah, I know.
So, Donna's turning serious
on you, huh?
Yeah, I think you did it
to me, partner.
How? I only met her when you
brought her over to dinner.
And the very next time I take her
out all she wants to talk about
is what a lovely house
you two have
and how wonderful Jean looks
with the baby coming
and what a cute little whatchamacallit
you're putting together.
Layette.
Yeah.
Well, when I go out
with a girl,
I don't wanna to spend the
evening talking about layettes
and all that stuff about how
happy the two you seem to be.
Well, we are.
Pretty sickening.
[female dispatcher
chattering on radio]
Fellas!
We'd like to talk to you
a minute.
Hi, fellas,
where're you headed?
To the dam.
How far
have you come?
Oakwood. (Reed) Is
that where you live?
Yes, sir.
That's a pretty good haul.
It's a lot farther
than we figured.
Then you haven't
been up this way before?
Just in a car.
Never hiked it.
What're your names?
Jimmy d'Angelo.
Larry Hunt.
The turn-off's about
a quarter of a mile ahead.
Then you got maybe
a mile to go after that.
Do you fellas know
why we stopped you?
We were walking on the wrong
side of the road.
That's one reason.
It's pretty dangerous.
We forgot. That's all.
Either of you fellas
carrying matches? Uh-uh.
How about you Jimmy?
No, Sir.
There've been a lot of fires
up here, lately.
We know two of them
were set.
And the others were kids
fooling around with matches.
That's why we come
up this way.
We wouldn't do
anything like that.
These hills get so dry
this time of the year.
All you have do is to look at them
sideways, and they go up like a torch.
Okay, remember to walk
against the traffic now.
Yes, sir.
Have a good time.
[female dispatcher
continues chattering]
It's nothing to get all
bent out of shape about.
Donna liked us that's all.
She said
how much she envied you.
And she kinda leaned on it.
That was the tip-off.
I had a good relationship
with that girl.
Don't look for
any sympathy from me.
I think it's about time
somebody caught up with you.
Hey.
A car just went off
the road up there.
Where?
I saw her coming. I knew
she wouldn't make that curve.
And sure, enough--
How far up?
Oh, a half a mile.
You can't miss it
the guard rail's all tore up.
Thank you.
Get his license number?
Yeah.
(Reed)
Oh, brother.
1-Adam-12. We have a car
overturned and off the road
on Hansen one-half mile east of the Mill
Creek cutoff. Request an ambulance.
Malloy, it's leaking gas!
Request a fire truck
for a wash-down.
And a tow unit. Code 2.
(female dispatcher)
1-Adam-12, roger.
Get the ignition.
Anybody else
in the car?
No.
She's still alive.
We can't rock it
off her.
That log, maybe
we can pry it off.
[groaning]
[moans]
Little more.
Her leg's
caught under the seat.
Lady. Lady.
Mmm...
Found this.
[mumbling]
Does that sound
like a name to you?
Could be.
Lady, can you hear me?
Can you understand me?
Was there anybody
in the car with you?
[mumbles]
Take it easy.
Was there anybody
in the car with you?
[mumbling]
Sounded like "baby".
Was there a baby
in the car with you?
[groans]
She might've
had a kid with her.
Mighfve been thrown clear.
I'll take a look around don't touch
her unless the fire starts again.
Keep an eye on her
and watch it.
[female dispatcher
chattering on radio]
We've covered an area of 50
feet on either side of the path
the car took
from the top of the hill.
Okay.
Telephone's listed to
Mr. Hedley at this address.
There's no answer.
Malloy, you're sure she said
something about a baby?
Sounded like it
but I'm not sure.
Reed?
I'm pretty sure.
Of course, that doesn't mean
she had a kid in the car.
Yeah, people sometimes
leave these in the car
whether they've got
a youngster with them or not.
A crack-up like this, it's easy for
somebody to get thrown a long way.
We'd better
cover all this area.
All right, lets form a line
and sweep this side.
Hey!
The baby, it's here!
Marco, get an ETA
on that other ambulance.
[baby crying]
How's the little girl,
Sergeant?
Uh, Hannah, isn't it?
Yeah,
we got hold of her father.
She's getting a transfusion.
She's gonna be all right.
What about Mrs. Hedley?
Both legs smashed up.
Broken pelvis.
Probably some
internal injuries.
She'll be in the hospital
for a while.
It could've been worse.
Yeah, the speed
she hit that curve...
Oh. You know why
she was in such a hurry?
She had to get
to the beauty parlor.
How bad is your hand?
Ah, just a couple
of little blisters.
Tell me something.
What've you got against Donna?
You keep pushing that girl
like she's your ugly sister.
Ease up, will you?
The first half-way
mention of marriage
and you start back-pedaling so
fast you never give it a chance.
You said it.
Donna seems like
a nice girl to me.
Donna is a great girl.
Swims like a fish,
good sense of humor,
bowls 130,
loves to dance.
I know lot of great girls. And they all got
a little something different to offer.
How many girls did you go out with?
Before you got yourself trapped.
Three or four. Then I met Jean
in my senior year.
Well, that was it.
I thought so. You were
probably born domesticated.
I like it.
You don't know
what you've missed.
Its great getting acquainted
with somebody new.
Going to a lot of
different places.
Let me tell you something,
very seriously, Pete.
A home and family, that's
where the satisfactions are.
Maybe you just haven't
caught onto that yet.
Then don't disturb
my ignorance
'cause I'm having a ball.
(male dispatcher) All units in the
vicinity additional on the 211,
which just occurred
at the liquor store,
917 North Main.
Marty's again.
Suspect last seen westbound
on Ninth. Suspect is armed.
A male Caucasian,
late twenties, average build,
brown hair, brown eyes,
about 6' 3",
wearing light colored pants
red-and-white checkered sport shirt.
Twice in three hours.
Nobody can be that unlucky.
Description wasn't much help. But at least
we're right on top of it this time.
See if there was a car.
1-Adam-12. On that 211,
any car described?
(female dispatcher)
No car seen or heard.
1-Adam-12, roger.
He must've
turned off somewhere.
He could be off
the street by now.
Let's try over
on Eighth.
There he is.
(Reed) Which one?
Checkered shirt.
All right! Hold it!
Hands up and hold it.
Over against the wall
and lean on your hands.
Oh, man.
Feet back
and spread 'em.
[female dispatcher
chattering on radio]
Left hand on your head.
Let's go.
All right, get in
and move over.
How did you spot him?
He's too short.
A man holds a gun on you
it can make him look taller.
He was walking down the street
looking back over his shoulder
with his shirt out
to hide a gun.
I don't know maybe
a hunch, an instinct.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up the right
to remain silent
anything you say can
and will be used against you
in the court of law.
You have the right
to speak with an attorney
and to have the 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 that I have explained to you?
Sure, sure.
Do you wish to give up
the right to remain silent?
Yeah, I don't mind the bust.
I mean you'd figure
a liquor store
this time of day,
be good for $60, $70.
Yup.
You ought to be able to count
on it. But you saw what I got.
And four bits of that's mine.
And that guy in there,
he's crazy.
I held a gun on him
and he started laughing.
That-- That's no way
for him to act.
Laughing?
L-it ain't natural.
What's funny about a hold-up?
Nothing.
Maybe he just figured
your luck
was even worse than his.
He's sure right about that.
Somebody else knocked him
over three hours ago.
We gotta
come here again.
Yeah, the food
was pretty good.
Good food,
we can get anywhere.
They got cute waitresses.
You know married men
live longer than bachelors?
Like the old joke.
It only seems longer.
No, it's a fact.
Regular life. Good food.
Now, I'll go home tonight,
we'll maybe sit in the kitchen
and have something to eat,
and I'll tell her what we did.
About little Hannah
and that guy we just booked.
Everything will be,
you know, good.
Come on, I just ate.
On the other hand, you'll go unlock
the door to that pad of yours--
It'll be dark and empty and
nobody there to welcome me.
Exactly.
But I can put
my feet on the furniture
and leave crumbs
all over the place.
It evens out.
(female dispatcher)
Standby, 70-27, go ahead
70-27, spell the street name.
70-39, roger.
Malloy?
Yeah?
What are you doing Thursday night?
Nothing much.
I'm to ask you. Jean and I were
talking last night and, uh...
Yeah?
Thought we'd go
to the beach for dinner.
Maybe catch a show
on the way back.
Won't make a big deal
out of it or anything.
We were wondering if
you might wanna come along.
Sounds pretty good sure.
Sure. But this one's on me.
Oh, no, it's not.
It's only fair. You had me
over to dinner. I owe you.
I'm not going to argue
with you about it.
We, uh, we thought we'd make
a foursome out of it again.
What've you got
in mind for me?
Total destruction?
We didn't know
there was a problem.
It doesn't have to be Donna.
Bring somebody else.
(female dispatcher)
1-Adam-12. 1-Adam-12.
See the man. 507 radio.
107, 24 Grandview Drive.
1-Adam-12, roger.
N'[music playing loudly]
It's been going on
like this for a half-hour.
It's the Whitleys.
Yes, sir.
I went over and banged on the door. I
don't think they can even hear me.
Yes, sir.
We'll take care of it.
It's always something
with those two.
[bell ringing]
N'[loud music continues]
Hey!
We'd like to talk to you,
a minute.
Would you turn
that down, please?
Make her
turn hers down!
We've had a complaint!
[TV blaring]
Would you turn
that thing down, please?
Certainly!
[switches TV off]
[sighs]
Now you two must realize that you
can hear these things for blocks.
The neighbors
are complaining.
Oh, I didn't mean
to disturb anybody.
I've been just trying to sit
and look at television.
In a pig's eye.
You didn't care about the TV
until I started
listening to records.
And I only did that beca-because
you wouldn't let me alone!
All right,
hold it down.
It's a pity we can't afford
a decent-sized house
so we could do
both at once.
All right! All right!
All right!
Can we go over there where
we can talk for a minute?
May I have your name
please, ma'am?
Mrs. Vera Cort Whitley.
That's your husband?
Yeah.
And you two have been
having a fight.
I just wanted
to sit in front of the TV
and relax after work.
I have to help support us,
you know.
Mrs. Whitley,
our main concern is
that there isn't any
disturbance after we leave.
I won't make any.
Fine. I'll talk your husband.
His name's Benjamin Whitley.
He said his wife threw
a pan of hot grease on him.
Roll up your sleeve,
Mr. Whitley, let's take a look.
I was so worked up
I didn't even-- I didn't even
feel it until just now.
Go ahead, Ben, whine about
all your little troubles.
You mind, Mrs. Whitley.
Why should I.
You ought to
have that looked at.
It's awful late.
The hospital's right
down on Fairmont.
Well, maybe.
Now, how did you
get started tonight?
The things we said
this morning.
Things we said yesterday.
This never let's up anymore.
Did you give your wife any
reason to throw the pan at you?
I called her a few names.
I admit that.
Is this gonna startup all over
again, as soon as we leave?
Oh, listen, Officer,
this is not a man
that you're talking to.
This is a child
He's a big cry baby.
You can see for yourself.
She won't let up.
She's just gonna
make me mad again.
Look do you think it'd do any good if
you got out of the house for a while?
Maybe spent the night
somewhere else?
It's only a suggestion.
It might let things cool down.
No...
I'll try to keep it quiet.
Well, there's one more thing
we ought to tell you.
You probably have an assault
charge against your wife.
You mean arrest her?
We'll have to
hear her side of it
but if you want to
make a complaint, yes.
Oh, now look.
Here they come.
We didn't start out like this.
Nobody ever does.
What happened?
(Vera)
Ah, the big tears.
They're right on schedule.
Poor old leaky Ben.
Where did it all go?
Yeah, that's what
I'd like to know.
Where did it all go?
What happened to the man
that I thought I married.
What turned him to this creep,
this vegetable...
This big overgrown baby.
Oh yes, Ben,
there are a lot of questions
that I'd like
the answers to
like how much longer
am I going to be able to
stand living
in the same world with you?
All right, come on,
come on, lady.
Do something for once in
your bloody lousy life.
And you want me
to get married.
Oh, it doesn't
have to be that way.
I guess not.
Well, sure once in a while.
But most of the time
it's not like that at all.
Okay I'll take
your word for it.
Ah, it's about time
to head for the barn.
Uh-huh, decided yet what you're
going to do about Thursday?
I'll give Donna a call.
She'd probably like to go.
Sometimes I just
don't understand you.
It's simple enough.
I don't know enough girls
to keep risking
a new one with you
every time we go out.
Donna's already
got the bug about marriage,
so you can't do me
any more damage there.
I guess not.
I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll set it up with Jean
and Thursday night
we'll put on a fight for you.
Reed! You're
absolutely hopeless.
I mean, here I am
a happy bachelor...
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.
That Donna's a nice girl.
I mean it.
A real nice girl.
Uh-huh.
We'll check
the hills first.
Okay.
And she's darned
good-looking, too.
Most of those fires have
been set in the daytime.
Maybe we can get one more
swing through before dark.
You know, Jean and I sure enjoyed having
the two of you over the other night.
What's the matter?
Something bugging you?
You better believe it.
I took Donna out again
last night.
And you had a fight?
Just the opposite.
Now she's making noises
like she wants to get married.
No kidding?
I wish I were.
(male dispatcher) All units in
the vicinity and 1-Adam-12.
A 211 just occurred
at 917 North Main
1-Adam-12, Code 2.
1-Adam-12, roger.
Marty's again!
That's one unlucky guy.
Take a look around back.
Right.
Anybody here?
Yeah!
Went across the street to
borrow enough to make change.
Boy, this is
getting to be a habit.
No sign of anyone.
They got away, huh?
Looks that way.
Can you give us
a description?
Not much.
[teller machine dings]
Guy was about,
oh, your build.
Say, 30-35 years old.
Brown hair, brown eyes.
[sighs]
Nothing unusual.
What was he wearing?
Light blue denim pants,
and a black turtleneck shirt.
Did you get a look at him
after he took off?
Yeah, he was parked
down the street.
He had a big green
four-door job.
Kinda old. Took off west
on Tenth street.
Get the license plate
or the make of car?
No, it was too far away.
What did he get you for?
Cleaned me out.
$108 and change.
Guess I ought to be grateful
he hit me so early.
Better get it
on the air right away.
Yeah.
Ah. Won't do any good.
He's probably on the freeway before
I had a chance to call it in.
This close to the interchange,
he could be in Pasadena by now.
Yeah, or Ventura,
or Long Beach or anywhere.
1-Adam-12 requesting
frequency for additional
on 211 at 917 North Main.
(female dispatcher) All units
on frequency one, stand by.
1-Adam-12, go ahead.
One suspect,
male Caucasian, 30 to 35,
six feet, medium build,
brown and brown,
wearing
light blue denim pants
and a black turtleneck shirt.
Last seen heading westbound
on Tenth in an old, green,
four-door sedan, make unknown.
Took approximately $108.
Suspect is armed.
(female dispatcher)
1-Adam-12, roger.
You know anybody who wants to
buy a nice, fast liquor store?
Good clientele. Dandy location.
Right on top of the freeway.
Did he take anything else?
[sighs]
No.
What kind of a gun
did he use?
A big one.
It's Braner, isn't it?
Yeah, B-R-A-N-E-R.
Martin W.
You want to take it a easy,
Mr. Braner,
until we get our report.
Look at me. It's only matter of
time before one of those guys
puts a bullet in me.
Second time.
Yeah. It must've been
the second time,
'cause the third time,
the guy used a knife.
Anyway, this guy hit me right
across the mouth with his gun.
Look at that, all false.
There's $400 worth of surgery
and dental work there.
Why didn't you hit
the silent alarm?
You gotta be kidding.
This guy was a pro.
They all are.
Agent brought a guy around
the other day.
I've got
this place up for sale.
He, uh, checked the books and, uh,
watched the action for a while.
I thought I had him hooked.
Then he talked around the neighborhood
and that's the last I seen of him.
That's four hold-ups
in less than six months.
The detectives may want to stake
the place out for a while.
That's about
all we can do.
Oh, I am not worried.
I got through this one.
Maybe I can sell the joint to some
pigeon before there is any more trouble.
Your signature, Mr. Braner.
[sighing]
Yeah, I know.
So, Donna's turning serious
on you, huh?
Yeah, I think you did it
to me, partner.
How? I only met her when you
brought her over to dinner.
And the very next time I take her
out all she wants to talk about
is what a lovely house
you two have
and how wonderful Jean looks
with the baby coming
and what a cute little whatchamacallit
you're putting together.
Layette.
Yeah.
Well, when I go out
with a girl,
I don't wanna to spend the
evening talking about layettes
and all that stuff about how
happy the two you seem to be.
Well, we are.
Pretty sickening.
[female dispatcher
chattering on radio]
Fellas!
We'd like to talk to you
a minute.
Hi, fellas,
where're you headed?
To the dam.
How far
have you come?
Oakwood. (Reed) Is
that where you live?
Yes, sir.
That's a pretty good haul.
It's a lot farther
than we figured.
Then you haven't
been up this way before?
Just in a car.
Never hiked it.
What're your names?
Jimmy d'Angelo.
Larry Hunt.
The turn-off's about
a quarter of a mile ahead.
Then you got maybe
a mile to go after that.
Do you fellas know
why we stopped you?
We were walking on the wrong
side of the road.
That's one reason.
It's pretty dangerous.
We forgot. That's all.
Either of you fellas
carrying matches? Uh-uh.
How about you Jimmy?
No, Sir.
There've been a lot of fires
up here, lately.
We know two of them
were set.
And the others were kids
fooling around with matches.
That's why we come
up this way.
We wouldn't do
anything like that.
These hills get so dry
this time of the year.
All you have do is to look at them
sideways, and they go up like a torch.
Okay, remember to walk
against the traffic now.
Yes, sir.
Have a good time.
[female dispatcher
continues chattering]
It's nothing to get all
bent out of shape about.
Donna liked us that's all.
She said
how much she envied you.
And she kinda leaned on it.
That was the tip-off.
I had a good relationship
with that girl.
Don't look for
any sympathy from me.
I think it's about time
somebody caught up with you.
Hey.
A car just went off
the road up there.
Where?
I saw her coming. I knew
she wouldn't make that curve.
And sure, enough--
How far up?
Oh, a half a mile.
You can't miss it
the guard rail's all tore up.
Thank you.
Get his license number?
Yeah.
(Reed)
Oh, brother.
1-Adam-12. We have a car
overturned and off the road
on Hansen one-half mile east of the Mill
Creek cutoff. Request an ambulance.
Malloy, it's leaking gas!
Request a fire truck
for a wash-down.
And a tow unit. Code 2.
(female dispatcher)
1-Adam-12, roger.
Get the ignition.
Anybody else
in the car?
No.
She's still alive.
We can't rock it
off her.
That log, maybe
we can pry it off.
[groaning]
[moans]
Little more.
Her leg's
caught under the seat.
Lady. Lady.
Mmm...
Found this.
[mumbling]
Does that sound
like a name to you?
Could be.
Lady, can you hear me?
Can you understand me?
Was there anybody
in the car with you?
[mumbles]
Take it easy.
Was there anybody
in the car with you?
[mumbling]
Sounded like "baby".
Was there a baby
in the car with you?
[groans]
She might've
had a kid with her.
Mighfve been thrown clear.
I'll take a look around don't touch
her unless the fire starts again.
Keep an eye on her
and watch it.
[female dispatcher
chattering on radio]
We've covered an area of 50
feet on either side of the path
the car took
from the top of the hill.
Okay.
Telephone's listed to
Mr. Hedley at this address.
There's no answer.
Malloy, you're sure she said
something about a baby?
Sounded like it
but I'm not sure.
Reed?
I'm pretty sure.
Of course, that doesn't mean
she had a kid in the car.
Yeah, people sometimes
leave these in the car
whether they've got
a youngster with them or not.
A crack-up like this, it's easy for
somebody to get thrown a long way.
We'd better
cover all this area.
All right, lets form a line
and sweep this side.
Hey!
The baby, it's here!
Marco, get an ETA
on that other ambulance.
[baby crying]
How's the little girl,
Sergeant?
Uh, Hannah, isn't it?
Yeah,
we got hold of her father.
She's getting a transfusion.
She's gonna be all right.
What about Mrs. Hedley?
Both legs smashed up.
Broken pelvis.
Probably some
internal injuries.
She'll be in the hospital
for a while.
It could've been worse.
Yeah, the speed
she hit that curve...
Oh. You know why
she was in such a hurry?
She had to get
to the beauty parlor.
How bad is your hand?
Ah, just a couple
of little blisters.
Tell me something.
What've you got against Donna?
You keep pushing that girl
like she's your ugly sister.
Ease up, will you?
The first half-way
mention of marriage
and you start back-pedaling so
fast you never give it a chance.
You said it.
Donna seems like
a nice girl to me.
Donna is a great girl.
Swims like a fish,
good sense of humor,
bowls 130,
loves to dance.
I know lot of great girls. And they all got
a little something different to offer.
How many girls did you go out with?
Before you got yourself trapped.
Three or four. Then I met Jean
in my senior year.
Well, that was it.
I thought so. You were
probably born domesticated.
I like it.
You don't know
what you've missed.
Its great getting acquainted
with somebody new.
Going to a lot of
different places.
Let me tell you something,
very seriously, Pete.
A home and family, that's
where the satisfactions are.
Maybe you just haven't
caught onto that yet.
Then don't disturb
my ignorance
'cause I'm having a ball.
(male dispatcher) All units in the
vicinity additional on the 211,
which just occurred
at the liquor store,
917 North Main.
Marty's again.
Suspect last seen westbound
on Ninth. Suspect is armed.
A male Caucasian,
late twenties, average build,
brown hair, brown eyes,
about 6' 3",
wearing light colored pants
red-and-white checkered sport shirt.
Twice in three hours.
Nobody can be that unlucky.
Description wasn't much help. But at least
we're right on top of it this time.
See if there was a car.
1-Adam-12. On that 211,
any car described?
(female dispatcher)
No car seen or heard.
1-Adam-12, roger.
He must've
turned off somewhere.
He could be off
the street by now.
Let's try over
on Eighth.
There he is.
(Reed) Which one?
Checkered shirt.
All right! Hold it!
Hands up and hold it.
Over against the wall
and lean on your hands.
Oh, man.
Feet back
and spread 'em.
[female dispatcher
chattering on radio]
Left hand on your head.
Let's go.
All right, get in
and move over.
How did you spot him?
He's too short.
A man holds a gun on you
it can make him look taller.
He was walking down the street
looking back over his shoulder
with his shirt out
to hide a gun.
I don't know maybe
a hunch, an instinct.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up the right
to remain silent
anything you say can
and will be used against you
in the court of law.
You have the right
to speak with an attorney
and to have the 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 that I have explained to you?
Sure, sure.
Do you wish to give up
the right to remain silent?
Yeah, I don't mind the bust.
I mean you'd figure
a liquor store
this time of day,
be good for $60, $70.
Yup.
You ought to be able to count
on it. But you saw what I got.
And four bits of that's mine.
And that guy in there,
he's crazy.
I held a gun on him
and he started laughing.
That-- That's no way
for him to act.
Laughing?
L-it ain't natural.
What's funny about a hold-up?
Nothing.
Maybe he just figured
your luck
was even worse than his.
He's sure right about that.
Somebody else knocked him
over three hours ago.
We gotta
come here again.
Yeah, the food
was pretty good.
Good food,
we can get anywhere.
They got cute waitresses.
You know married men
live longer than bachelors?
Like the old joke.
It only seems longer.
No, it's a fact.
Regular life. Good food.
Now, I'll go home tonight,
we'll maybe sit in the kitchen
and have something to eat,
and I'll tell her what we did.
About little Hannah
and that guy we just booked.
Everything will be,
you know, good.
Come on, I just ate.
On the other hand, you'll go unlock
the door to that pad of yours--
It'll be dark and empty and
nobody there to welcome me.
Exactly.
But I can put
my feet on the furniture
and leave crumbs
all over the place.
It evens out.
(female dispatcher)
Standby, 70-27, go ahead
70-27, spell the street name.
70-39, roger.
Malloy?
Yeah?
What are you doing Thursday night?
Nothing much.
I'm to ask you. Jean and I were
talking last night and, uh...
Yeah?
Thought we'd go
to the beach for dinner.
Maybe catch a show
on the way back.
Won't make a big deal
out of it or anything.
We were wondering if
you might wanna come along.
Sounds pretty good sure.
Sure. But this one's on me.
Oh, no, it's not.
It's only fair. You had me
over to dinner. I owe you.
I'm not going to argue
with you about it.
We, uh, we thought we'd make
a foursome out of it again.
What've you got
in mind for me?
Total destruction?
We didn't know
there was a problem.
It doesn't have to be Donna.
Bring somebody else.
(female dispatcher)
1-Adam-12. 1-Adam-12.
See the man. 507 radio.
107, 24 Grandview Drive.
1-Adam-12, roger.
N'[music playing loudly]
It's been going on
like this for a half-hour.
It's the Whitleys.
Yes, sir.
I went over and banged on the door. I
don't think they can even hear me.
Yes, sir.
We'll take care of it.
It's always something
with those two.
[bell ringing]
N'[loud music continues]
Hey!
We'd like to talk to you,
a minute.
Would you turn
that down, please?
Make her
turn hers down!
We've had a complaint!
[TV blaring]
Would you turn
that thing down, please?
Certainly!
[switches TV off]
[sighs]
Now you two must realize that you
can hear these things for blocks.
The neighbors
are complaining.
Oh, I didn't mean
to disturb anybody.
I've been just trying to sit
and look at television.
In a pig's eye.
You didn't care about the TV
until I started
listening to records.
And I only did that beca-because
you wouldn't let me alone!
All right,
hold it down.
It's a pity we can't afford
a decent-sized house
so we could do
both at once.
All right! All right!
All right!
Can we go over there where
we can talk for a minute?
May I have your name
please, ma'am?
Mrs. Vera Cort Whitley.
That's your husband?
Yeah.
And you two have been
having a fight.
I just wanted
to sit in front of the TV
and relax after work.
I have to help support us,
you know.
Mrs. Whitley,
our main concern is
that there isn't any
disturbance after we leave.
I won't make any.
Fine. I'll talk your husband.
His name's Benjamin Whitley.
He said his wife threw
a pan of hot grease on him.
Roll up your sleeve,
Mr. Whitley, let's take a look.
I was so worked up
I didn't even-- I didn't even
feel it until just now.
Go ahead, Ben, whine about
all your little troubles.
You mind, Mrs. Whitley.
Why should I.
You ought to
have that looked at.
It's awful late.
The hospital's right
down on Fairmont.
Well, maybe.
Now, how did you
get started tonight?
The things we said
this morning.
Things we said yesterday.
This never let's up anymore.
Did you give your wife any
reason to throw the pan at you?
I called her a few names.
I admit that.
Is this gonna startup all over
again, as soon as we leave?
Oh, listen, Officer,
this is not a man
that you're talking to.
This is a child
He's a big cry baby.
You can see for yourself.
She won't let up.
She's just gonna
make me mad again.
Look do you think it'd do any good if
you got out of the house for a while?
Maybe spent the night
somewhere else?
It's only a suggestion.
It might let things cool down.
No...
I'll try to keep it quiet.
Well, there's one more thing
we ought to tell you.
You probably have an assault
charge against your wife.
You mean arrest her?
We'll have to
hear her side of it
but if you want to
make a complaint, yes.
Oh, now look.
Here they come.
We didn't start out like this.
Nobody ever does.
What happened?
(Vera)
Ah, the big tears.
They're right on schedule.
Poor old leaky Ben.
Where did it all go?
Yeah, that's what
I'd like to know.
Where did it all go?
What happened to the man
that I thought I married.
What turned him to this creep,
this vegetable...
This big overgrown baby.
Oh yes, Ben,
there are a lot of questions
that I'd like
the answers to
like how much longer
am I going to be able to
stand living
in the same world with you?
All right, come on,
come on, lady.
Do something for once in
your bloody lousy life.
And you want me
to get married.
Oh, it doesn't
have to be that way.
I guess not.
Well, sure once in a while.
But most of the time
it's not like that at all.
Okay I'll take
your word for it.
Ah, it's about time
to head for the barn.
Uh-huh, decided yet what you're
going to do about Thursday?
I'll give Donna a call.
She'd probably like to go.
Sometimes I just
don't understand you.
It's simple enough.
I don't know enough girls
to keep risking
a new one with you
every time we go out.
Donna's already
got the bug about marriage,
so you can't do me
any more damage there.
I guess not.
I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll set it up with Jean
and Thursday night
we'll put on a fight for you.
Reed! You're
absolutely hopeless.
I mean, here I am
a happy bachelor...