02x05 - Log 83: A Different Thing

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One-Adam-12, no warrant

Lincoln X-ray Ida 483.

One-Adam-12, a


with chains and knives.

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What's the matter,
buddy? You tired?

I didn't sleep too well
last night. Is that so?

Yeah, I dreamed that
I delivered our baby.

Oh. How'd it go?

Not too bad. Glad to hear it.

No, I wasn't nervous or anything. You
said I handled it like a regular doctor.

I did? Yeah, you were
there. Weird, huh?

Pretty weird.

What's the matter? I
thought we got a call.

Nah, I'd have heard it.

Anyway, the whole caper went down
just like they trained us at the academy.

I'm glad to hear it. Now if we
get an expectant-mother call,

you can handle the
whole thing by yourself.

Did you ever deliver a baby?

Once. How was it?

Busy. She had twins.

Her husband passed out
cold and my partner got sick.

Hmm. Twins, huh?

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, a
screaming woman. 216 Kentucky Street,

apartment 3, Code 2.
One-Adam-12, roger.

You hear anything?

Not a sound.
Maybe we're too late.

If there were a woman screaming,
there should be a crowd of people out here.

You're right. Maybe I wrote
down the wrong number.

This is the right address.

I'm gonna kick it.

Are you all right?
Of course I'm all right.

Sylvia didn't lay a hand on me.

Who's Sylvia?

Bronson.

I beg your pardon? That's
me... Sylvia Bronson.

What is your name, ma'am?

I'm Mrs. Sarah Shapiro.

Could we come in,
please? Why not?

What have you ladies
been up to here?

Practicing karate. What else?

Listen, these days a girl has
to know how to protect herself.

You just show me a
bad guy, I give him this...

One chop.

That's why we were called...

The noise, all the
yelling and the pounding.

Somebody called about a yell?

Who could be such a sneak?

One of the neighbors must've been concerned
that you ladies were getting beat up.

When we got here just now,
we thought the same thing.

For 3 months we've been
practicing every Sunday.

Not one little peep have I
heard from the neighbors.

Not one peep. Not a peep.

Aha! I told you the
police would come!

There they are, brave and bold.

Rose Miller. Aha.
She could do it.

No, she's visiting
her son in Pasadena.

Look, it's not
important who called.

Ethel E. Jacoby. Who cares?

Remember how she laughed when she
saw us in our suits? Who cares who called?

That is not nice. Listen,
will you listen to me?

It was not Ethel. It was me.

I called the police.

Yes, I called them.

Look, I've got a lot of work
to do, but with your yelling

and your jumping
around, this is impossible!

I'm afraid this is something
you're gonna have to

work out with Mrs. Shapiro.

I don't think so.

Couldn't you... Do you have
to go? Another little moment?

Sorry, sir.

Officer, you know, I...

No! No!

No! No!

Well, shall we?

No way, pal.

One-Adam-43, One-Adam-43.

A hit-and-run felony.

1203 West Salem Avenue. Code 2.

One-Adam-43, no
A.I. units available.

That's in our district, partner.

Clear us and buy the call.

One-Adam-12 is clear,
and we'll handle the call

at 1203 West Salem Avenue.

One-Adam-12, roger.

One-Adam-43,
One-Adam-43, cancel your call,

1203 West Salem Avenue.

One-Adam-12 will handle.

All right, step back, folks.

Clear back, please.
Give us some room.

Come on, folks, step back.

Better call the Sergeant with a camera, and
get me a piece of chalk out of the trunk.

Right. All right, folks, everybody
back up on the curb, please.

Come on. Thank you.

Back on the sidewalk.

Did anybody see what
happened? No, sir.

Did any of you folks see
the girl before the accident?

I did. We did.

Yes, sir? She was in this
bar drinking with some guy.

They were arguing, fighting.

Thank you very much, sir.
Anybody that saw the girl in the bar,

please stay here until we
get a chance to talk to you.

Outline the purse and everything
in it. Then outline the body.

Right.

What you got? Hit-and-run.

Let's have a look.

Here's her driver's license.

Any witnesses? Not so far.

Got her I.D.? Barbara
Stewart, 24, Redondo Beach.

Here you go, Malloy.

Okay, Sarge? Not yet. I want
to get a couple more sh*ts.

Malloy?

Take a look. Tire marks.

What are they? Brake skids?

They look more like
acceleration marks.

They're intermittent,
like the rear tires

broke traction, then
caught hold again.

What do you think,
Sarge? I think you're right.

But how do you tie the
marks in with the victim?


said they saw the victim

drinking with some guy
before she was k*lled.

Okay, start interviewing, see if
you can find out what the story is.

I'll get some pictures of these
marks, measure off the scene for you,

and see if I can spring
another unit to assist.

Okay, partner, let's
ask some questions.

Is this your correct
address, Mrs. Gray?

No, sir. I moved.
It's on the back.

You say you saw
the victim, Barbara,

in the bar with this man?

Yes, sir. They were arguing.
Do you know the man's name?

I'm not sure, but I think

the bartender called him
Eddie... a great, big guy.

Do you know what they
were arguing about? Not really.

Something about Seattle. I
just caught a word now and then.

How many times did
you see Barbara Stewart

and this man
together, Mr. Lyden?



Look, Officer,
this is confidential.

I wouldn't want Eddie
to be sore with me.

Pretty tough customer? And how.

I saw him clean
a guy's plow once.

The guy was drunk and he was
making cracks about Eddie's girl.

He deserved a punch in the nose,

but Eddie was k*lling him,

and he would have if
we didn't pull him off.

What's his last name? Eddie's?

I never heard it.

The night of the fight, did
anybody call the police?

Yeah, but they said
it was a case of, uh...

Mutual combat?
That's it. Mutual combat.

Where were you ladies sitting
when you heard them arguing?

Right next to them.

What exactly did you hear?

Well, we weren't
trying to eavesdrop.

Were we? Of course not.

We just felt sorry for the girl.

She looked like she
wanted to curl up and die,

especially when he refused to take
her to Seattle. What happened then?

He just told her, “It's
your problem baby.

You can keep it and love it.”

Try hard, Mr. Budley. We
really need Eddie's last name.

I used to know it, but I forgot.

He ever try to intimidate
you? What do you mean?

Frighten you, scare you.
I'm not afraid of that stud.

Last name, please.
Try and remember.

I'm thinking, I'm thinking. What
kind of a car was he driving?

Hmm. It was a blue
'60, '61 Chevy, I think.

Did you see the two
of 'em leave together?

He left, she ran after
him, she was crying.

Do you have any idea when
Eddie was planning to go to Seattle?

Right away, I think. Helen.

I beg your pardon?
Helen. His last name.

“Eddie Helen”? No.
That's how I remember him.

Helen of Troy, Eddie
Troy. Pretty Boy Eddie Troy.

Thank you, Mr. Budley.
You've been a big help.

I make it to the end of
the skid about 30 feet.

Right.

Did you get a receipt
for the personal effects?

Yes, sir.

Oh, Reed.

What'd you turn up?
The guy's last name.

Mac, we think we've got
more than a hit-and-run.

We'd like to go to the station
and check the field interview cards.

Go ahead, but put
out your broadcast first.

What makes you think somebody
wrote an F.I. card on him?

The guy was involved in a
fight in this bar a while back.

The police were called.
That's good enough.

Here's the film and
my notes. Take off.

“Edward Donald Troy.

“6-5, 215 pounds,
blue and brown.



What's the vehicle?
“'61 Chevy, blue.

Lincoln Union Ocean 389.”

“Involved in a fight January 12

at 1203 West Salem”...
That's our man.

What happens now, partner?
Let's go talk to Sergeant King,

see what he
thinks of our theory.

What do you think?

I'm afraid I can't
help you. I don't get it.

Get what?

Look, it's at least
an A.D.W. with a car.

Book says it
belongs to you guys.

I didn't say I don't
believe the story,

but let's look at
the cold, hard facts.

Everything you've
got is circumstantial.

You've got no witnesses
to the actual crime.

It's officially a
hit-and-run felony.

And the book says it belongs to
accident investigation follow-up.

We know that. We're just afraid
the guy's gonna rabbit on us.

In all probability,
you're right.

I'll level with you. I
can't spare a single man.

We've had 3 D.B.s go down this
afternoon. I've got to handle one myself.

What do you suggest?
Call A.I. follow-up.

That's the story, Lieutenant.

I called A.I. follow-up,
but it's Sunday.

The investigator has to come in
from home. It'll take him an hour.

By the time he gets here,
our suspect will be gone.

Did you run the license
number through D.M.V.?

Yes, sir. It's registered to a
John K. Power in Sacramento.

Troy never registered
the car in his own name.

What do you want to do? We want
to work on the case till A.I. gets here.

I'm running a short car plan. I
don't know if I can spare you.

Look, Lieutenant, if anything big
goes down, we'll clear immediately.

Okay. Go to it.
Thanks, Lieutenant.

But if I need you, you're
gonna have to break it off.

Yes, sir.

There's no apartment
number on the F.I. card.

Telephone number, but no apartment
number. We could check the mailboxes.

I'll check the mailboxes. Why don't
you go around back and look for the car.

Okay.

Any luck with the car?
Nothing. How about you?

Zero. There's no “Troy” on the
mailboxes and the manager wasn't home.

Maybe he gave a phony
address. It's a possibility.

Why don't we make a circle
search of the neighborhood?

He could've parked his car
over on the next block. Good idea.

The division's starting to
heat up. If we don't turn that car

pretty soon, we're gonna have
to start taking some of those calls.

Yeah, I know.

There it is... Lincoln
Union Ocean 389.

Back plate the same?

Lincoln Union Ocean 389.

Take a look.

Yeah, it looks like the
girl's dress, all right.

Blood on it. Yeah.

I'd say we got something.

Where are we going?

I want to get this black-and-white
neon sign out of sight.

One-Adam-16,
One-Adam-16, 3 calls.

A 586, 3161 Green;

a 415, man, 6th and Main;

and a 390-415,


They're giving 'em
out in bunches now.

Looks like we're
running out of time.

See, we've got
to prove that Troy

had custody and control of that
car, or our case goes out the window.

If we caught him in the
car, that'd do it, wouldn't it?

Not exactly. What do you mean?

If he drove the car this afternoon,
his prints would already be in it, right?

Yeah.

So if we stake out on the car,
assuming the watch commander

lets us stay off the
air that much longer,

we give Troy a chance to
get into it, we've given him

an alibi for his
prints being inside.

He'll deny driving
it this afternoon.

So what do we do? Go to that apartment
house and knock on doors till we find him?

No, the doors probably
all have peep holes in them.

All he's got to do is look
through, see us, and not answer.

Yeah. If we could catch him

with the keys in his hand,
unlocking the car door...

Phone number.

What?

His phone number's on the F.I.

I've got an idea.

A long shot, but
it just might work.

What are you gonna do?

Keep an eye on the Chevy.

I'm gonna see if Eddie
Troy has a guilty conscience.

Hey, Eddie, this is Budley

down at the Mermaid Bar.

Well, the heat's on its
way over to your pad.

Been asking a lot of
questions about Barbara.

What are you talking about? Your number's
on the wall right next to the phone.

Oh, you've got nothing
to worry about, huh?

Trying to do you a favor, pal.

What'd you do? I
got Troy on the horn.

If I sound like a bartender, our rabbit
ought to be taking off anytime now.

Do you think
he'll take the bait?

I told him the heat
was on its way over.

I figure he's packing his suitcase
right now. Hey, what's going on?

Oh, nothing. Car in your
way? Oh, no, it's okay.

Your radio's going like crazy, though.
Sounds like a regular crime wave.

Tell us about it. Seriously,
what are you looking for?

There been a robbery or
something? A k*lling, maybe?

No, sir. We had one last
year, right up the street.

Some dame clobbered her
husband with a steam iron.

You guys work on
that one? No, sir.

I get it. You're
watching a car, huh?

You've got a customer.

Hmm? Oh, they
can wait. Whose car?

Hey, let me guess. Would it
be that '61 Chevy out there?

You know the owner?
Yeah, sure. Eddie Troy.

A customer of mine. A buck's
worth of regular, and check the oil.

You know where he lives? Yeah, in
an apartment house about a block over.

He a friend of yours? Friend of that
bum? You got to be out of your mind.

Here comes our boy.

Uh, I just remembered, I got
to take care of the customer.

He must've been packing a
suitcase when you called him.

He's heading
straight for the car.

Get ready. As soon as he
gets the keys in the door, go.

Hold it, Troy! Police!

Come on, Troy.

All right.

All right, on your
feet. Come on.

I didn't mean to do it!
I didn't mean to do it!

She made me mad. She wouldn't
get out of the way of the car.

She said it was my baby
and I had to take her with me.

Go get the unit, partner.

Mr. Troy, 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 a court of law.

You have the right to
speak with an attorney

and have an attorney
present during questioning.

If you desire an attorney
and cannot afford one,

one will be appointed
for you without charge.

Do you understand these rights
as I've explained them to you?

Do you wish to give up
the right to remain silent?

Do you wish to give up
the right with an attorney

and have him present
during questioning?

Something wrong, Mr. Troy?

You've got a kid, haven't you?

No, sir.

Oh, yes, you have. I can tell.

Now, you've got to believe me.

It was an accident.

My foot slipped off the brake

and hit the gas.

It was an accident.

I swear it.

I loved her.

You've got to believe that.

I loved her.

The sergeant from A.I.'s here.

He loved her.

Maybe he did.

I doubt if he knows the
meaning of the word.

Well, words mean different
things to different people.

Forget it, partner.

Hello, Mac.

Malloy, Reed, You know
Sgt. Sullivan from A.I.

Sure. Did Sgt. MacDonald
fill you in? Pretty much.

Where's the vehicle? It's
down in the police garage.

Did you put a hold
on it for prints? Right.

Suspect admit to anything?

Yes, sir. He said
he got mad when

the girl wouldn't
get out of his way,

so he ran over her with
the car. Any motive?

Yeah. Love. What do you mean?

Girl was pregnant,
Troy was leaving town.

She wanted to go with him, he
wanted to write her off. That's about it.

Her second mistake was
getting in front of Troy's car.

Wrong. That was her third
mistake. What do you mean?

I've just come from
the medical examiner's.

This is his statement.
What'd he say?

Nothing we don't already
know, except for one little item.

What? The girl wasn't pregnant.

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