Viewmaster Booklet Reference Library by Mr Viewmaster
B593 Adam-12
| Another reality based television series from Jack
Webb (Dragnet, Emergency), Adam-12 was the first TV series to more
realistically portray the joys & frustrations of being a police officer
in the late 1960's-early 1970's. This attention to detail made the show
a catalyst for uncounted numbers of people to enter law enforcement
agencies when they became adults. Adam-12 was the radio call sign of the patrol unit that Malloy & Reed worked. In Los Angeles, the first digit (1), represented the division worked. "Adam" is the LAPD designation for a 2-person patrol unit; "12" was the beat area assigned. Although, Malloy & Reed could be seen patrolling the streets anywhere in L.A. from downtown to the Valley, they retained the division number 1, no matter where they were. In reality, you work the same disctrict each day and are assigned a zone in that district. The police station used throughout the series was the newly-built (at the time) Rampart Station, which is in reality, Division 2. |
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| Basic unit of a big-city police force almost anywhere is the team of two officers and a squad car. In
Los Angeles,
the police acknowledge the unit's frontline status in the war on crime by classifying it as
"A" or "Adam," plus a number designating the district which it patrols. .Such a unit was "Adam-12" whose human members were veteran Pete Malloy and younger partner Jim Reed. Each night their trusty (well—almost always) patrol car took them out into the streets and back alleys of the teeming city on the mission emblazoned on its door panels: "To protect and to serve." View-Master Reel One PICTURE One memorable night they were about to head out when Sgt. MacDonald passed the word that their regular car was out of service. "The day watch dinged it up a little," he said. "Nothing serious—you'll get it back tomorrow." PICTURE TWO: Reed sniffed as he took his place beside Malloy in the substitute car. "Smells like an old taxi," he said, Checking the odometer, Malloy whistled. "Sixty-nine thousand seven hundred!" he said. "Another 300 miles and this baby gets put out to pasture." Reed, cranking at the window, found it would go down an inch or two, no more. "Oh well, who needs air?" he said, grinning. On the third attempt with the starter the aging motor racketed to life and Malloy grinned in his turn. "Looks like an interesting night," he observed. |
