One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12,
a 211 in progress.
One-Adam-12, handle code 3.
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Adam 12 to 14. They're going in.
14, Roger. How does it look?
Looks like T.J. got
bad information.
Adam 12 to 14. All quiet.
Just don't want to
get caught short.
Yeah.
Adam 12 to 14.
They're coming out.
Nothing shaking on the street.
Tear gas.
Adam 12 to 14.
They're using tear gas.
I couldn't see! My
eyes are burning up!
Get back behind the police car!
Nothing.
We better fill Mac in.
Yeah. On what?
Hold them open
like this, Mr. Mosley.
It'll go away in a minute.
Uh... Like I...
Uh, like I said,
zingo... the gas hit,
and somebody punched
me in the bread basket.
And the money come
away from my hands,
and then... nothing.
Well, how much did they get?
Any serial numbers?
Yeah. There were record sheets,
but they were in the money bags.
1L20, 1L20, come in.
Is there anything
else you can tell me?
Nothing. I did the best I could.
But when you can't see,
there's not much you can do.
There's nothing else to go on.
That was the lieutenant.
Yeah?
He's having a hard
time trying to figure out
how a 211 went
down in broad daylight,
the suspects made a clean sweep
without being seen
when we had both
ends of the street staked.
Yeah, well, I'm having
that same problem myself.
You know, there's
one difference.
He's at the station,
and you were here.
That puts that hat on you.
So far I don't see how
it's going to come off.
Anything else from the guards?
No, nothing. Gas
got to both of them
before they knew what happened.
.30 caliber?
There are four more of
them over by the truck.
This informant of yours, T.J.,
how much did he give you?
Just that he heard
an armored car heist
was going down today
at Mercantile Savings
and Loan. That's it.
That's it? Didn't you
question him a little?
We didn't have a
chance to talk to him.
I told the lieutenant.
He left a message
for us at the desk.
You better dig him
up and get some more.
Four armored car
jobs in a month.
The heat was bad enough
without blowing a stakeout.
We'll try to find him.
Yeah, well, don't
try. Just do it.
Maybe it'll bail you
out with the lieutenant.
We're not looking too good.
A 211 goes down
right in front of us,
and we can't tell them a thing.
Yeah. I should have believed
my horoscope this morning.
What did it say?
"Beware of
fortuitous situations.
They could bring trouble
and disappointment."
Ha. Right on the
nose, wasn't it?
Well, not quite.
I'm disappointed, but we're
not really in trouble yet.
Give it time. We
might make it yet.
Kind of feels that
way, doesn't it?
I hope T.J. can
give us some help.
One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12.
See the woman. Unknown trouble.
At the bus depot.
Irvine near Kraft. Code 2.
One-Adam-12, Roger.
Looks like T.J.'s
going to have to wait.
Calm down, lady.
The cops are here now.
It's a rattlesnake.
What's a r... What's
a rattlesnake?
In my bag, right there.
How do you know?
Have you seen it?
You don't have to
see it. You can hear it.
You're doing fine.
Oh, thanks.
I think you better stand back.
I don't want to
see you get bitten.
How'd it get in here?
Well, I was visiting
my sister in Phoenix.
I... I guess it crawled
in while I was packing.
Uh, look, you got a
long pole or something?
Better stand back.
This ought to work.
Mmm.
Thank you. I...
I don't know what to say.
That's okay.
Had us all fooled.
You okay?
Yeah.
Good.
How are you
going to write it up?
You tell me. You're the
hero who had his baton out.
Let's go see if we can find T.J.
I know what the
sign says, Mister,
but you can count your
teeth in them shoes.
Aw, come on. I got
a wife and ten kids.
Thank you, kind sir.
My children will remember
you in their prayers.
Since when did you
acquire a family, T.J.?
How you doing? I was worried.
Anybody get hurt?
Our reputation could
use a little patching up.
Well, uh...
Step right up, Officer.
The best shine in town.
Right there.
Ah.
Uh, I figured you
guys got my message.
What happened, though?
I... I heard the
bandits got away.
Disappeared is a
better way of putting it.
We need a little
more information, T.J.
I swear, Pete, I told
the cop behind the desk
everything I know.
I wouldn't scam you.
You guys been too good to me.
Who told you about them?
Nobody. I heard, that's all.
- In a bar.
- What bar?
The Suds Factory.
Two guys in a booth behind me.
I heard them talking
about pulling this heist.
- That's it.
- What did they look like?
I only eyeballed one of them.
Didn't see his face.
Just got a quick glance.
Blond hair... Not
short, not long.
He had some kind of a
tattoo on his left forearm.
What kind of a tattoo?
Couldn't tell. It
was too far away.
Anything else?
From the way they were talking,
I'd say they'll probably
hit again tomorrow.
One of the guys said,
"Thursday will be the last job."
- Any idea where?
- Nope.
They were arguing about that.
But the talk was
about some kind of run.
That's what he kept saying...
The 3:00 run and the 4:30 run.
One of the guys
wanted to hit at 3,
but the other dude
talked him out of it.
Said the location wasn't right.
That make any sense to you?
It helps.
Care to give me a few words
about your wife and ten kids?
I'll have them say a
prayer for you, too.
Hey, how about flipping a coin
to see which one of us is
gonna ask the lieutenant
to approve this robbery report?
You're the one that wrote
it. Fight your own battles.
That's what I like
about you, Pete...
Always looking out
for the other guy.
I'm the one with the frightening
horoscope, remember?
Did you read yours this morning?
That has nothing
to do with this.
What did it say?
Pete...
Aren't you supposed
to flip a coin
or... or match
for things like this.
It has nothing to
do with horoscopes.
You're the one that got
me reading those things.
Now what did yours say?
Pete, you got to take these
things with a grain of salt.
Come on.
It said, uh,
today was a good day
for presenting difficult
problems to superiors.
I don't believe it.
Freaky, isn't it?
It also answers the question
of who submits our difficult
problem to the lieutenant.
The boss isn't
going to be too happy
about the info T.J. had.
What are you doing, lady,
looking for an early grave?
You want to pull it
around the corner
and park it, Mister?
All right. I pulled
over. But why?
Would you step up
on the curb, please?
May I see your license?
Uh, yeah, sure.
New York.
Uh, yeah. I just
flew in this morning.
I rented this car.
How come you guys
are stopping me?
That lady was legally
in the crosswalk.
Legally?
She didn't stop.
That old lady walked
right in front of my car.
She had the right of way.
That's the way it is in
California, Mr. Waters.
A pedestrian in New York
wouldn't dream of walking
into a crosswalk like that.
That rent-a-car outfit
should have filled me
in on the rules out here
before they gave me the car.
You're not going to
write me up, are you?
No, sir, but I hope
you've learned something.
From now on, I
stop for pedestrians.
But I got to tell you guys,
it sure is gonna feel funny.
Hey, let's go to
Annie's for a 7.
Ah, let's hang
loose for a while.
Besides, I told you,
I don't want to eat
at Annie's anymore.
We can get one of
those pepperoni pizzas
and eat it in the car.
That won't help.
Remember the last time?
She came outside
to watch me eat it.
Hey, well, you ought to be glad
that you're attractive to, uh,
unmarried available females.
It must be great
being a bachelor.
When a 300-pound daisy like
Annie's trying to rope you in,
there's only one maneuver
that works... run like hell.
Come on. She's not that bad.
I mean, she's a good
cook, and she's clean.
Reed.
Pete, don't be so touchy.
One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12,
a 415 fight at the
Suds Factory bar.
1102 Kelmore. Code 2.
One-Adam-12, Roger.
Ah. Suds Factory.
I've been wanting
to drop in there.
All right, hold it!
All right, let's go. Come on.
All right.
You okay?
What's your name, pal?
Richard Sims.
How'd this thing get started?
I spilled a beer,
and that big guy over
there started swinging at me.
All right, stay here.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Look at my friend's arm.
Who is he?
Richard Sims.
Think he's the one
T.J. was talking about?
Could be. Problem is
T.J. never saw his face.
Yeah. Well, where
does that all lead us?
We bust him on a 415,
he'll be back on
the street in an hour.
Yeah, but while he's locked up,
we may be able to find out
a little bit more about
Mr. Richard Sims.
He's a three-time loser...
Twice for paper
hanging, twice for robbery.
The last time in,
it was the robbery.
Does the package show an MO
anywhere close to
these armored car jobs?
I'll bet there's some pretty
good yard bird schools at Q.
How about it, Hugh? I
think this guy's worth a tail.
No. It's not enough, Pete.
I'd never convince the skipper.
I mean, your informant
was right once,
so we're covering
every savings and loan
where the armored car
company picks up money at 4:30.
That's three locations,
four men each...
That's all we can afford.
Look, a stakeout's
not going to work.
Nobody's seen
the suspects before.
Nobody knows how they get away.
You put a tail on Sims,
you might just find out.
If we put a tail on him,
we'd have to pull some of
the men off the stakeouts.
Hey, take a look
at this follow-up.
Seems like five years ago,
Sims had an acquaintance
by the name of Frank Mosley.
Mosley. Yeah.
A guy by that name was
the armored car driver
in that holdup yesterday.
We did a routine
background on him
right after the job.
Well, a new light
shines through.
What did you find on him?
Ah, no record.
The only thing in his package
was this application for
a security guard license
when he went to work for
the armored car company.
But that's not saying
that the armored car company
and this Frank Mosley
in Sims' package
is the same person.
Besides, we checked
all the armored car guards
on all four of the robberies.
Yesterday it was the only
one Mosley was anywhere near.
Now, if he were in
cahoots with Sims,
he would have
been on the others.
Well, he wasn't.
Eh, probably a coincidence.
But it's worth checking.
I agree, and we'll
get right on it.
What about Sims?
Oh, no tail, Pete.
If he's a suspect
and if he hits,
we'll grab him at the stakeout.
But that's a lot of ifs.
A stakeout isn't going
to get you anywhere.
It didn't work yesterday.
That's your ego talking, Pete.
If they hit, we'll have him.
What makes you think so?
We know how to run a stakeout,
not like some
patrol types I know.
I checked the whole block.
This common ingredient
we seem to be looking for
in all these savings and loans
- just isn't there.
- Yeah.
I've been thinking about
that application on Mosley.
What about it?
You remember where he worked
before he got the job with
the armored car company?
For the city... Department
of Public Works.
Amazing.
What other, uh, profound
things have you uncovered?
Get Mac on the horn.
Tell him to meet
us at the station.
Mosley had a job
with the Department
of Public Works.
Public works handles every inch
of drainage work in the city.
And my hunch is that Mosley
didn't have to be in on the job.
He'd give the layout the
the truck route to Sims,
and Sims could
pull it off by himself.
Why was he the
driver on the last one?
Because the
culvert was too small
for Sims to crawl out of.
Big enough for
him to pitch the gas
and big enough for
Mosley to toss the money.
The other three locations
all had culverts large enough
for Sims to pull a
job off by himself.
I think Pete's on
the right track, Mac.
We'll never get
him from topside,
and there were only two
of the three locations that fit.
What do you say?
Let's do it.
We'll use two SWAT teams,
and we'll let the detectives
cover like they planned.
We can set up a command post
between the two loan companies.
Go ahead and get your gear.
Oh, uh, one thing.
This is my decision,
but if this thing goes sour,
we're going to
have one hard time
living with those detectives.
Don't worry about a thing, Mac.
When this caper's over,
they're going to
take us to dinner.
Okay, Malloy and Reed,
you can take this one.
You're SWAT 2.
SWAT 1, the other.
Now the go's,
the detectives will
cover any possible exits.
SWAT 1, you come in
from the other end. Got it?
What time is it?
It's, uh, 4:30 on the nose.
You should check
with Hugh Brasher.
CP1 to W10. We're
set. How's it look?
W10 to CP, all quiet.
Pickup at location
The truck for
location 2 is en route.
If they hit, I don't think
your boys will have much to do.
Tell Brasher it isn't over yet.
Yeah, I'd like to, but
it's bad radio procedure.
What time did you say it was?
I just told you. It's 10:30.
W10 to CP. 211 in
progress, location number 2.
It's our gas man again.
Okay, it's all yours.
Watch yourselves.
CP to W10, Roger.
SWAT team's en route.
Okay, hit your positions.
Loc 2 to CP. We're in.
CP, Roger.
SWAT 1, SWAT 2.
We're in and no
sign of the suspect.
SWAT 2, Roger.
SWAT 2 to W10.
What's your status?
W10. I think you have a winner.
Suspect's nowhere in sight.
SWAT 2, Roger.
Let's find him.
We got you in the
middle, Mister! Give it up!
Aah! Aah!
SWAT 2 to CP.
Suspect is in custody.
Suspect's name is Richard Sims.
CP, Roger.
For your information,
we're sending a unit to
the armored car company
to pick up Mosley.
W10 to SWAT 2.
That's one I owe you.
SWAT 2, Roger.
You know, it's nice to
be right for a change.
04x16 - The Tip
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Set in the Los Angeles Police Department's Central Division, Adam-12 follows police officers Pete Malloy and Jim Reed as they patrol Los Angeles.
Set in the Los Angeles Police Department's Central Division, Adam-12 follows police officers Pete Malloy and Jim Reed as they patrol Los Angeles.