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

a 211 in progress.

One-Adam-12, handle code 3.

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One-Adam-12, one-Adam-12,
ambulance attempt suicide.

See the manager, 5424
Lomita, apartment 7, code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Fellows, this is the
second suicide attempt call

we've had on this girl.

If you ask me, I think
she's trying to screw it up.

We didn't even need
oxygen. She's okay now.

First time, she
slashed her wrists.

Now it's gas.

But she was sure not to
cut too deep the first time.

Now she leaves the window open.

I was passing by.
I smelled the gas.

- You live here?
- You might say that, yeah.

I'm Phil Peters. I
manage this building.

She left a note.

Could you give me
her name, Mr. Peters?

Sharon Blake. You know
this is the second time

she's tried something like this?

Yes, sir.

So, you're gonna be
all right, Miss Blake.

Do you have any family in town?

Is there anybody at all
that we could contact?

Miss Blake, did
you write this note?

Is Tom here?

No. Maybe you can
tell us where he is.

He should be here.

He's gotta be here.

Tom Dunbar. That's who
the note's addressed to.

Lives in apartment 11.

Are you gonna give him my note?

No, ma'am. We can't do
that. We need it for our report.

- Can I use your phone?
- Yeah, sure.

My office is in my
apartment, up front.

I'd like to talk to
Mr. Dunbar first.

Oh, sure. He's down
at the other end.

Who is it?

Police, Mr. Dunbar. I'd
like to talk to you a minute.

Police? What do you want?

Will you open the door, please?

How do I know you're a cop?

Mr. Dunbar, this is Peters.

It's all right. He's
a police officer.

Yeah?

Could I come in
a minute, please?

Look, a friend of yours
just tried to commit suicide.

Sharon?

Yeah, but she's gonna be okay.

You're the only one
she wants to see.

I just want to be left alone.

Great guy, isn't he?

I'd like to use that phone now.

Oh, sure. You know where
my office is. Just help yourself.

I'll be along in a minute. I think I
better check on how that girl's doing.

Yeah, Mac, I'm there now.

The ambulance crew just left.

Listen, the girl left a note addressed
to a guy who lives here in the building.

He says his name is Tom Dunbar.

But I recognized
him. He's Tom Dunne.

Tom Dunne?

Tom Dunne? You mean I've got
Tom Dunne living in my building?

- That's right.
- But he's a killer.

- He served his time.
- Yeah, for conspiracy.

That's all. Not for what he
really did. Everybody knows that.

Tom Dunne. Hey, you
fellows know what it's like.

I can't afford to have
people like him in here.

If it was my own building, I wouldn't
care, but I'm just the manager.

Mr. Peters, when a
man has served his time,

it's figured that
justice has been done.

It'd be better for you to just
think of him as Tom Dunbar.

Yeah, sure. I know
what you mean.

But now, now that I
know it's Tom Dunne,

that explains a few things.

Like what?

Do you know that he never
moves out of that apartment?

Night and day, he just
stays put all the itme.

Even has his food delivered.

Has all kinds of
stuff delivered.

Boxes of things. Papers.

You know, a guy like
that, he could be running

a bookie joint right
out of this building.

You have any idea what the
boxes contain, Mr. Peters?

No. It wasn't any of
my business till now.

- Well, who delivers them?
- Some kid. I don't now.

He's in and out of Dunne's
apartment all the time,

bringing stuff in and
taking it out again.

It all begins to
fit together now.

- And that other guy.
- What other guy?

He comes to see him every
Wednesday, regular as clockwork.

Can you describe this man?

He's about 30, I guess.

White, average height.

Sandy hair, cut short.

And a tight mouth.
Real hard character.

Listen, you guys got to
help me get rid of Dunne.

I just don't want
him living here.

If you've got grounds for
eviction, call the City Attorney.

Otherwise, I'd suggest
you leave him alone.

Thanks for the use of the phone.

What do you want
to do about this?

When we get back to the
station, let's run it by detective.

I read in the papers
that he'd gotten out.

It's almost like
he's another man.

I used to see him around
some in the old days.

She's not his type.

Huh?

Sharon Blake. Big blondes
with minks. That was his style.

It's funny, what she
wrote in that note.

"Some other time,
maybe. Some other life."

One-Adam-12, one-Adam-12,
meet one-L-90 on Tac 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

One-Adam-12 to one-L-90, go.

Malloy, on Tom Dunne,

his parole officer knows he's
living at the address you gave,

and he also knows about
Dunne using another name.

It's cleared okay.

Roger, Mac.

Hey, look, what's
his P.O. look like?

Unknown. I just talked
to him on the phone.

The building manager
reports that Dunne has

a regular visitor on Wednesdays.

The guy's described
as a male caucasian,

medium height,
sandy-colored hair.

I'll check.

Something else, Mac.

He also gets cardboard
boxes full of papers

dropped off regularly
by a teenage male.

They're picked up again.

Okay. Anything else?

No, that's about it.

Thanks a lot, Mac.

Hi.

Everything all right, sir?

Just a flat tire, but I
got it changed. Thanks.

Oh, I got what you wanted.

The man you asked about,
the one who visits Dunne.

It's his P.O. all
right, Chris Bailey.

Sees him once a
week, on Wednesdays.

And Dunne's clean, no
matter what name he uses.

Bailey says that Dunne
minds his own business,

he doesn't see any
of the old sidekicks.

One thing. He insists on
staying home all the time.

Bailey goes along with that.

Which is why he sees Dunne
instead of the other way around.

Those boxes that are delivered
to Dunne and then picked up.

He works for an addressing firm.

The boxes are full of envelopes
that he addresses on his typewriter.

That's about it.

That's fine, Mac. Thanks.

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

see the man, a 415, 5424 Lomita,

apartment 11, code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Look, Dunne, it's
nothing personal,

it's just the other tenants
resent your being here.

You can't hang this on me.

We're not hanging
anything on you.

I've got a job to do
and I'm gonna do it.

This never came up till
you found out who I am.

- Now, I ain't leaving.
- That's what you think.

- All right, all right,
settle down here.
- You can't do this.

I'm glad you're here, officer.

I came here to try to
get him to move out

before I'm forced to evict him.

He can't do anything
to me. I served my time.

Okay, take it easy.

I keep telling him I got nothing
against him, but he won't believe me.

Now I got problems
with him here.

Look, Mr. Peters,
I told you before,

you can't evict somebody
without good cause.

Now, if you think you got
grounds, call the City Attorney.

I don't own this building,
I'm just the manager.

But I can say who can
live here and who can't.

Look, I stay in this room,
I mind my own business.

- Where do you
expect me to go?
- I don't care where...

All right, fellows. Now,
let's just take it easy.

One at a time.

I just came here to
ask him to move out.

Mr. Peters, I explained
this to you once.

You can't evict a
tenant unless he's gone

against the established
rules of the building.

He hasn't got any reason.

I got a reason. A good reason.

This is my home. I
got a right to stay here.

He stays in this room
like it was a prison cell.

All right, you said you had a
valid reason for evicting him.

Yeah. He's forever banging
away at that typewriter.

It disturbs the other tenants.

That's my work. I
gotta make a living.

- Till 3 in the morning?
- That's enough.

Mr. Dunbar, I suggest you
confine your typing to regular hours.

It's too late. The
damage is already done.

The couple in 12 are moving
out on account of the noise.

- But that's not all.
- What else is there?

That girlfriend of his,
that Sharon Blake.

- I want her out of here too.
- You leave her out of this.

Did you see that? He's
as crazy as he ever was.

He would've killed me. Now, I
want him out of here by 8:00 tonight

or I'm going to
the City Attorney.

Please.

You can't let that guy
throw Sharon out of here.

I thought you didn't
want to be bothered.

All those years in the joint,

nobody ever came to see me.

Ever wrote to me.

But that one.

She took the trouble to write.

She was the only one

who remembered me.

And I didn't even know her.

So you gotta keep him
from throwing her out.

That's quite a change.

Yesterday, you
wouldn't even see her.

Yeah, well, I... I
got my reasons.

You don't understand
how it is for me.

Why don't you tell us about it?

When you get into trouble,

you don't get out.

Oh, I got out of jail.

But that's not the end of it.

What are you talking about?

There are people who
still have ideas about me.

I just don't want to
get Sharon involved.

I don't want her to get hurt.

Has somebody threatened you?

I just don't want her
to get hurt, that's all.

Well, if I were you, I'd
cut out the late typing.

I'll cut it out. Believe
me, I'll cut it out.

As long as I'm inside, I'm safe.

Okay.

One-Adam-12, clear.

One-Adam-12, clear.

What do you think about Tom
Dunne? He's still paying for his life.

Trouble is, he's
hurting other people.

Yeah, Sharon Blake.

So why don't we
stop by and see her?

She works as a waitress in Donna's
Coffee House, right up the street.

Been doing your
homework, haven't you?

Just routine. I found that
out when I questioned her.

On a code 7.

All units in the vicinity
and one-Adam-59,

a 211 just occurred at
the Acme Liquor Store,

Freeman and Moorpark.

One male caucasian,
medium height,

wearing stocking
mask, blue shirt,

black pants. Vehicle is
a 1965 dark green Malibu

with extensive damage
to the left rear side.

Rear bumper is hanging.

License 157 Ida Charles Victor.

Last seen heading
east on Van Nuys.

One-Adam-59, handle code 2.

One-Adam-12 to one-L-90.

Whatever happened
to our cop instinct?

This is one-L-90. Go.

Mac, on that 211 just reported,

we spotted a car matching
that description yesterday.

That driver was changing a
tire in the 3000 block of Palmer.

Did you get a good
look at the driver?

Yeah. He's a white guy.

About 35 years old.

Black hair, blue eyes.

He was wearing a white
shirt and brown pants.

Nobody at the scene
of the 211 saw his face.

If we turn the guy, you two could
be the only ones to identify him.

Roger, Mac.

How about that?

Hi.

Oh, hi.

You fellows get around.

You following me or something?

No, just hungry.

Listen, if you came
by to check up on me,

don't worry, I'm not gonna
pull anything like I did again.

I already tried that twice,
and it just doesn't work.

We're glad to hear it.

We get a couple of sandwiches?

Well, sure. We got health food.

I personally recommend
the veggie burger.

Look, could I just get
a regular hamburger?

Mm-hmm. How 'bout you?

Okay. I'll have a veggie
burger on whole wheat.

All right.

Um, could I talk to you
guys for just a minute?

Sure.

I suppose you might have heard

that Peters is threatening
to evict Tom and me.

Yeah, we heard.

He's a weird guy, that Peters.

I've always had
this thing about Tom.

Even when he was a bigshot
and he didn't know I existed.

And I knew what he was, too.

Then, when he was sent up,

everybody forgot about him.

Everybody did. Except me.

And I knew he was all alone,

and I just wanted him to know

he had a friend no matter what.

Did you visit him
while he was in prison?

No. I sent him things.

You know, gifts
and long letters.

The strange thing,

we had a better thing going
when he was still in prison.

I had something
to look forward to.

Now, I haven't even got that.

But why are you guys
so interested in Tom?

I mean, he's an ex-racketeer,

he's an ex-con.

What should you care
what happens to him?

Tom seems to think that there
are some people after him, Sharon.

People? Who?

His old buddies?

Yeah, maybe.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

They couldn't care less.

Besides, they're either
dead or they're in prison

or they're out of the rackets.

That's just the way he feels.

He seems to think that they're
after him, and that you'll get hurt.

That's why he doesn't
want you around him.

I better get your order.

One-Adam-12,
one-Adam-12, meet one-W-4.

3121 Lincoln.
Identification of 211 suspect.

Approach from the west, code 2.

One-Adam-12, roger.

Sounds like they
spotted our man.

Reed, Malloy.

Is that the car you saw?

That's it.

Well, we know it's the one
used in the liquor store robbery,

but nobody made out
the suspect himself.

I understand you
got a look at him.

We saw a man with that car.

Well, we found it parked there.

It's not stolen, so we hope
the owner's around someplace.

Maybe you can stick
around with us for a while.

Glad to help.

Looks like we're not
gonna have to wait too long.

Police officer. I'd
like to talk to you.

Sure. What did you
want to talk about?

That car.

That car?

What about that car?

You have the keys to it, sir.

I don't know what you mean.

Hello.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that
right, anything...

Hey. About Tom Dunne.

His P.O. gave me
another bit on him.

Says he's been claiming
his old pals want to kill him.

But Bailey figures it's all
in Dunne's imagination.

And the situation
was made a little worse

by the pressure that
Peters has put on him.

Having Sharon try to commit
suicide twice probably didn't help.

Bailey feels that Dunne's
got delusions of grandeur.

He never really knew enough
about mob activities to talk about.

And he can't accept the
fact that they've forgotten him.

So he's fabricated this myth
that they're out to get him.

Well, the P.O.'s arranged for a
county psychiatrist to examine him.

Sergeant MacDonald.

Yep. Yeah, just a minute,
he's right here. Reed?

Yeah, Officer Reed.

Right, okay. Just calm
down, we'll be right over.

Right.

Sharon Blake. Tom Dunne
just took a shot at the manager

and barricaded
himself in his apartment.

- I'll meet you there.
- All right. 5424 Lomita Boulevard.

We sealed off the street.

- Okay, give it a try.
- He tried to kill me.

Around the back.

- Is he still in there?
- Yeah.

Don't kill him.

Dunne, the police.

Come on out with your hands up.

You want to kill me.

You think I'm
gonna talk to the law.

Tom, it's Malloy and Reed.

Nobody wants to kill you.

What do you mean,
nobody wants to kill me?

Tom, you can't get away.

Come on out.

Come out nothing!

You guys got a contract,
you're gonna have to earn it.

You're afraid of me.

You're afraid of Tom Dunne.

Afraid of Tom Dunne.

Well, maybe it's
better this way.

I can look forward to
when he gets out again.

I can go back to the way it was.

Send him things.

Gifts. Long letters.

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