03x12 - Log 85: Sign of the Twins

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One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12,

see the manager...
A zoning dispute.

1217 Mayberry Street.

One-Adam-12, roger.

A good way to start the day.

- A nice, nonviolent crime.
- Don't be too sure.

Could be somebody manufacturing
TNT next to a match factory.

All units in the vicinity,
officer needs help.

Officer shot. The liquor store,
Rosedale and Cross Streets.

- That's only
a couple blocks away.
- Tell 'em.

This is One-Adam-12,
we'll handle the hot shot.

Uh, One-Adam-12, roger.
Handle the call, code 3.

Ambulance en route.

- Is it bad?
- Oh, I'll live.

Could have stayed
on his tricycle.

You know, he could
have got us both k*lled.

The ambulance is on the way,
Quinn. How many were there?

There was two of them. I
should have stopped them.

- Yeah, you sure should have.
- Who are you, mister?

My name's Kegan. Carl Kegan.

I own this store
that just got robbed.

Can I ask you a few
questions, Mr. Kegan?

Look, in a
neighborhood like this,

why don't they give
us some decent cops

instead of these
over-age rejects?

Officer Quinn happens to be one
of the best men in his division, sir.

Yeah. That's why they got
him riding a tricycle, huh?

Can you give me a
description of the hold-up man?

Well, he had a mask on.

A stocking mask pulled
down over his head.

You couldn't tell who
he was or anything?

He was about 5'10", 150 pounds,

had a t-shirt and khaki slacks.

Had a nylon stocking
pulled over his face.

Might have had a beard, too.

What about the driver?

Well, the car was
parked over there

on the corner, facing
down the street.

All I could see was
the back of his head.

Well, did you notice
anything about him?

Scars? Color of hair?

Uh... yeah, he had black hair.

Black and cut real short.

What about the driver?

Curly red hair. A lot of it.

And the car was a
blue '69 Mercury sedan.

Did you happen to
get the license number?

Yeah, most of it, I think.

They were local plates.

The letters were H-Y-E. Yeah.

And the first two
numbers were 3-2.

I'm not sure the
last one, though.

Well, it was green and black.

It had out-of-state
license plates.

I remember that.

And it was a Dodge Coupe.

Malloy! Malloy! One more thing.

- Later, Quinn.
- No, no.

I gotta tell you now.

This Kegan. Funny thing.

He had a g*n and a clear shot

but he didn't fire.

Get him to the hospital.

- Mr. Kegan?
- Yeah?

We seem to have a considerable
difference of opinion here.

Officer Quinn said
the driver had red hair.

Well, he's an old
man with bad eyesight.

- Who are you gonna listen to?
- He said it was a blue sedan.

Oh, he's colorblind as well.

He also said they
were local plates,

not out-of-state.

- Oh.
- Which one should I put out?

- Quinn's.
- Fine.

You guys wanna go
chasing your tails, go ahead.

Officer Quinn told me that you
had a g*n and you didn't sh**t.

Now, that's typical
cop thinking.

You want me to k*ll somebody
over a lousy 40 bucks?

Well, he shot a policeman.

Look, I'm not that good with it.

I could have k*lled somebody.

You'd like it if I
solved your case,

nice and easy, wouldn't you?

Now, look, you got
any more questions,

I'll be in the store, okay?

Who was it?

It's Quinn. He
caught one in the leg.

I don't think it's too bad
but he lost a lot of blood.

Any descriptions?

Yeah, a couple of 'em.

Quinn's and the
victim, Carl Kegan.

They sound like they were
present at two different crimes.

I put Quinn's
description on the air.

Boyd.

Here's Quinn's
description of the suspect.

You got a partial
on the license plate.

All but the last number, huh?

Well, that only leaves ten
combinations to check out with the DMV.

Harry, check that out
right away, will you?

We haven't had a chance
to talk to these people yet.

I want Malloy and Reed to follow
through with Quinn at the hospital.

Sanchez and Dodge here can
give you any help, if you need it.

Good. Let's get with it.

Okay, get going. I'll
check with you later.

Quinn. Just saw the doctor.

He said you'd be
back in the saddle

in no time at all.

We were just
talking about Kegan.

He had a clear
shot at the suspects

but just stood there.

Yeah, he said he didn't
fire for moral reasons

and he wasn't experienced
enough in the use of firearms.

Is that a fact?

Well, that's interesting.

I think you better go
back to that liquor store.

Check with the detectives
and ask Mr. Kegan

a few more questions.

- What about?
- About why he's lying.

- Lyin'?
- Yeah, about being g*n-shy.

A couple of years ago

two men tried to
hold up his place

and Kegan shot it out with them.

He k*lled one and
wounded the other.

You guys back again?

I got cops coming
out of my ears today.

I got two detectives
inside the store

that have been tying up
the phone for the last hour.

Now you're gonna
stand around out in front.

There's blood all
over my sidewalk.

There's blood on your
sidewalk because a policeman

was trying to protect you.

That old man couldn't
save a fish from drowning.

Mr. Kegan, our records show
the last time you were held up,

you k*lled one of the men
and wounded the other.

So?

So we'd like to know why
you said you were g*n-shy.

Oh, come on. Wait a minute.

Look, I'm the one who
was held up, remember?

I'm the victim.

You guys are asking me
questions like I committed a crime.

No, sir. But you're
the victim of a crime

and the things
you've been telling us

just don't check out.

Look, Mr. Kegan, when
you grabbed your g*n

and ran out after
the hold-up man,

you must have intended to sh**t.

We'd like to know why
you changed your mind.

How do I know?

Maybe I got religion
or something.

Look, there some kind of law
against not sh**ting somebody?

Who do you know with
red hair, Mr. Kegan?

I'm not gonna stand around here

and answer any more
of your lousy questions.

Maybe you wouldn't
mind answering a couple of

my lousy questions, Mr. Kegan.

- About what?
- Malloy.

We hit the jackpot
with the DMV check

on the license number
Officer Quinn gave us.

Nine check out clean. The tenth
is registered to a Leonard Conway.

Record check shows two priors,

GTA and armed robbery.

Now, Kegan, do you
know this Conway?

No, I don't know any Conway.

Now Officer Quinn's
general description

checks out.



So does his description
of the vehicle.

A blue 1969 Mercury
sedan, with California plates.

Now what I'd like to
know from you, Mr. Kegan,

is why did you insist that
the plates were out-of-state?

Look, the guy shoved
a g*n in my face.

I... I got rattled, excited.

Enough to see a
green and black Coupe

instead of a blue sedan?

To see a driver
with short black hair

instead of long curly red hair?

There is a law against aiding
and abetting a felon, Mr. Kegan.

In case you didn't
know it, it's also a felony.

Who do you know with
red hair, Mr. Kegan?

All right.

All right, I'm not... I'm not
gonna cover up for him anymore.

It's my punk kid
brother Willis, that's who.

Conway is the bum he's
been hanging out with

for the past couple of months.

That's... That's my own
flesh and blood. You...

Who'd have thought he'd
hold up his own brother's store?

Now the registration,
Ms. Conway,

is residing at 253 South
Dodson, apartment 2.

Do you think your brother's
sharing that apartment with them?

I don't know.

We'll put out an APB on 'em.

You're gonna hunt him
down like a dog, huh?

No, sir. Even though he's already
shot a policeman down like a dog,

we just want him in custody so
he can't sh**t any more people.

You know, Mr. Kegan,
you could save your brother

a lot of grief if you'd
tell us where he is.

I've already told
you. I... I don't know.

Let's check out the
zoning dispute call.

Yeah, I'd almost
forgotten about it.



But it's not against the law to
charge for a horoscope, is it?

No, ma'am. We're here
about a zoning dispute.

Well, I'm afraid I don't know
what a zoning dispute is.

Well, this is a
residential area.

You're not allowed to operate
a business in this neighborhood.

Oh, come now, Officer Malloy.

It's not a business.

I live here.

Well, that's the point, ma'am.

If you were to rent a
store or an office or...

But I couldn't afford that.

Well, I only do a few a week.

I charge $2 for a partial

and $5 for a complete.

Well, the price isn't
really important, ma'am.

According to the law...

But what is it you
want me to do?

I'm afraid you'll have to
stop conducting astrology

as a business, at least
from this apartment.

But, from where?

I told you I couldn't
afford anything else.

The only other place I go
is the senior citizen's club.

Hey, you know,
ma'am, I'll bet you could

get a license to operate
your astrology business

there, at the club.

Oh, Officer Malloy!

How ingenious.

You're a Leo, aren't
you, young man?

Well, yes, ma'am.
How'd you know that?

Oh, I can always tell.

Especially Leos.

They're strong and forceful,

yet with an
underlying sensitivity.

I'll wager you're on the cusp.

July 23rd?

That's right.

Then I'll tell you
something else.

Sometime during this month

you will witness
an act of v*olence.

Now you must
try to stay out of it.

Yes, ma'am. I'll try.

Uh, oh.

Watch your step, Of...

Don't tell me that you get

information like
that from the planets.

Of course not.

Everyone trips on that rug.

I've been asking
Mr. Porter to have it fixed

for years.

Thank you, officer.

Watch your step.

Yes, ma'am.

You're a true Leo, all right.

All that sensitivity.

Hey, wait a minute.

Your birthday's in October.

Uh, that's another technicality.

At heart, I'm a Leo.

All units, 1-K35.

Reports of code


of Dobson and Elm. Code 5.

The stakeout on Conway
and Kegan's kid brother.

Doesn't look like Boyd and
Dickson found anybody home.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, see
the pharmacist, a narcotic suspect.

5th and Wilshire, at
the drug store. Code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Happened only
five, ten minutes ago.

The kid came in...

I'd say he was about 13 or 14...

Told me he'd like
some information.

- What about?
- Well, he had this pamphlet

about dr*gs and
how to identify 'em,

recognize symptoms,
stuff like that.

I know. Our
department puts that out.

It's part of a program
to teach parents

things they should know
about the drug scene.

He wanted to know
about this one in particular.

Seconal? What'd he
want to know about it?

Why it's used.
What it does to ya.

And what'd happen
if you took a lot of it.

Did he say why?

Couldn't get it out of him.

I played it easy. I
answered his questions.

Tried to find out
why the big interest.

Did you get any indication
of why he was so concerned?

Not a clue.

But, as I said, he
was acting funny.

He seemed nervous, agitated.

I was afraid he might have
taken some of the stuff by mistake.

Or on a dare. You
know how kids are.

So when I really tried
to pressure him about it,

he tried to run
and I grabbed him.

Then when this
fell out of his pocket,

he shoved me aside and ran out.

I chased him but he got away.

Looks like Seconal, all right.

Yeah, it's Seconal.

It's in a 250-sized bottle.

I'd guess there
are about 200 left.

Would you recognize the
symptoms of an overdose?

I'm ashamed to say I wouldn't.

All I do is dispense the
stuff on doctor's orders.

Could you give us the
description of the boy?

I can do better than
that. I know him.

He lives right down the street.

Won't you come in?

I know you, don't I?

You're the officer who
gave the lecture on dr*gs

yesterday at the
basic car meeting.

- Officer Malloy.
- Yes, ma'am.

This is Officer Reed.

Is there something wrong?

We'd like to talk to
your son. Is he here?

Oh, well, I really don't know.
I just came home myself.

Terry?

I guess not.

He isn't in some
kind of trouble, is he?

We don't think
so, Mrs. Pendleton.

Uh, we'd just
like to talk to him.

Well, about what?

Please, officers.
You're frightening me.

Mrs. Pendleton, have
you ever seen this?

Oh, I don't think
so. What is it?

Seconal.

Did you study that pamphlet
I gave you yesterday?

As a matter of fact, I was
looking for it just this morning.

I seem to have misplaced it.

What does that
got to do with Terry?

Well, Mr. Craig at the
pharmacy, took that bottle

away from Terry a
little while ago, ma'am.

Well, but Terry
wouldn't take dr*gs.

He's a good boy. He's
never in any trouble.

And he's a wonderful student.

Hardly ever gets
anything but As.

- Mrs. Pendleton...
- If Terry were on dr*gs...

- Mrs. Pendleton...
- I'm sure that I would...

If you listened to my talk,

you'd know the
problem isn't limited

to what we used to call
"bad boys" or "poor students."

Officer, I did listen
to you. Really I did.

And you said yourself that
one of the first signs of addiction

is that children start
doing badly in school.

Yes, ma'am. But
that comes later.

Terry may be just starting.

Does he usually
get home this late?

I really don't know.

You see, I play
bridge in the afternoons

and I don't get home
myself until this time or later.

Well, could you give us the
names of some of Terry's friends?

We'd like to check with them.
Maybe he's with one of them now.

I really don't know.

You see, he never talks
to me about his friends.

Is this Terry?

Now, officer, I'm sure
he'll be home very soon

and I'm sure he'll have a
perfectly logical explanation.

I hope you're right,
Mrs. Pendleton.

And when he does come home,

would you please
call us right away?

Oh, yes, officer. I will.

I'll call you right
away. Really, I will.

But would you mind leaving now?

It's not that I'm being rude.

Well, Terry will be
home any minute

and I don't want him
walking in the house

and being frightened by two
policemen standing around.

You see, he's a very
sensitive boy and...

Ma'am! He only
asked you to call.

Oh.

Before we go,

could you give us a description
of what Terry was wearing?

Well, I think he had
on his blue blazer

and corduroy pants.

This is One-Adam-12.

Juvenile narcotic suspect in
the area of 5th and Wilshire

is Terry Pendleton.

Male. Caucasian.




brown hair and blue eyes.

He's wearing a blue windbreaker
and brown corduroy slacks.

Suspect is wanted in
possession of dangerous dr*gs.

One-Adam-12, roger.

That sounded to me like that kid

was bringing himself up.

May not be that bad,

but she did lose my vote for
the Mother of the Year Award.

Does that ring a bell?

That's our boy.

All right, Terry, come on down.

You keep away from me.

You come any
closer and I'll jump.

The most you could do from
there would be break a leg.

That wouldn't change
anything, would it?

Why don't you let
me help you down?

All right. Stay there.

But I want to know
where you got those pills.

I won't tell you.

Look, Terry, all we...

I don't have to answer
any questions, do I?

Don't I have some sort
of constitutional rights?

You sure do. Just
like everybody else.

Oh, good.

Then I'm not gonna
tell you anything.

You can just take
me to the station.

Oh, we're only a few
blocks from your house.

Why don't we go by
and see your mother?

No! Take me to the station.

He was walking down the street.

And he refuses to tell us
where he got the dr*gs.

Are you sure you
don't have any idea?

Don't say anything, Mom.

He told me himself

he can't make anyone say
anything they don't want to.

What doesn't he want
you to say, Mrs. Pendleton?

I mean, what's he afraid
you're gonna tell us?

Officer, he's just a child.

He's never had any
dealings with the law.

- He's frightened.
- I can see that,
Mrs. Pendleton.

But for who? Himself or you?

You know, he didn't want to
come home, Mrs. Pendleton.

As a matter of fact, he
practically begged us

to take him to the station.

I think he found that
pamphlet this morning

and recognized a
picture of those pills

and now he's worried.

Would you have any idea why?

What are you going to do to him?

Well, your son's guilty of
a felony, Mrs. Pendleton.

Illegal possession
of dangerous dr*gs.

He seems willing to go to jail

rather than tell us
anything about it.

Are you gonna let that happen?

The capsules he had are mine.

I only took a couple
at first, just to sleep.

Well, lately I seem to
need more and more.

I guess that's an
old story to you.

Yes, ma'am.

Recently, I've been
taking 18 a day.

Do you have a prescription?

I'd rather not say.

I don't want to get
anyone into trouble.

Mrs. Pendleton, you
don't seem to realize

that everybody
connected with this

is already in trouble.

Well, this friend of mine...

There's this woman
I play bridge with.

Her husband's a doctor.

She's been ordering
them for me directly

from the wholesaler on
her husband's order form.

That's not really
illegal, is it?

You see, it's so much
cheaper that way.

Do you have any
idea what they charge

for those things
on prescription?

Yes, ma'am.

But the fact remains you
didn't have a prescription.

Does that mean you're
gonna have to arrest me?

No! She won't do it anymore!

I won't let her!

- Please!
- Who'll take care of Terry?

Who'll take care of him?

We'll all have to go
down to the station

and talk to the detectives.

I wouldn't be too upset
about what's happened, Terry.

It's just possible you
saved your mother's life.

Funny thing about this pamphlet.

What's that?

Well, we use it
to educate parents

about the drug problem.

I never thought of it working
the other way around.

I guess these
days you can't tell

who you might educate.

One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12,

meet 1-K35 on tag 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

One-Adam-12 to 1-K35, go ahead.

Adam-12?

Meet us behind
the service station

at Selby and Kelton.

Roger, K35.

What's up?

We got a tip.

Kegan's pad is
just down the street.



It's that gray stucco
on the right side,

about halfway down the block.

We've got some other leads

on a couple of spots
that Kegan and Conway

have been known to frequent.

We're gonna check those out.

You boys stay here and
take over the stakeout.

I've already cleared it
with you watch commander.

- Right.
- Now, in case
anything develops,

give me a call on tag 2.

Think he'll show up?

Only time will tell.

And I think she's just spoken.

One-Adam-12 to K35, come in.

Go ahead, One-Adam-12.

Suspect vehicle just arrived.

What's you're ETA?

K35 to One-Adam-12,

we'll be there in three minutes.

Stand by for us.

Right, K35.

Doesn't look like
they're gonna stand by.

We can't let 'em rabbit.

All right, up against the car.

Put your left hand
on top of your head.

We had to start without you.

So I see.

Call an ambulance, Harry.

Got him in the leg, huh?

Yeah.

Must have had
Quinn's name on it.