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If you need to hire, you need Indeed. Indeed is your matching and hiring platform with over 350 million global monthly visitors, according to Indeed Data, and a matching engine that helps you find quality candidates fast. Ditch the busy work. Use Indeed for scheduling, screening and messaging so you can connect with candidates faster. And Indeed doesn't just help you hire faster. 93% of employers agree Indeed delivers the highest quality matches compared to other job sites, according to a recent Indeed survey. And listeners of this show will get a $75 sponsored job credit to get your jobs more visibility@ Indeed.com podcast. That's Indeed.com podcast. Terms and conditions apply. Ladies and gentlemen, the story you are about to hear is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Dragmet, you're a detective sergeant. You're assigned a homicide detail. A howling dog causes a man to check his neighbor's house. He finds the brutally beaten body of an elderly woman. She's been killed by person or persons unknown. Your job Investigate it was Tuesday, June 10th. It was warm in Los Angeles. We were working the night watch out of homicide detail. My partner's Frank Smith. The boss is Captain Lorman. My name's Friday. I was on my way back in from the alley and it was 7:26pm when I got to 9782 Green Oak Dr, Front Door. You find anything? No, there's no sign of anybody out back. Do you call the crime lab? Yeah, I talked to Lee. He's on the way. That's good. Call Hollywood Division 2. They're gonna send out some more men to help us. That's an outside chance. Might come up with something. Yeah, Whoever did it sure must have been Wild Joe. I don't think I ever saw a killing as brutal as this one. It's pretty rough. Must have hit her a couple of dozen times. Look at there. See? Wristwatch is broken. Looks like she might have raised her arm to try and stop some of the blows. Crystal smashed up pretty bad. It's hard to read. Looks like 304, doesn't it? Uh huh. Must have been the time. From what the neighbor says, that'd have to be this afternoon. Do you find anything that looks like the murder weapon? Nothing out in the open. Thought it'd be better if the crime lab checked the place first. How about the other room? Are they as bad as the one out front? Yeah, stuff's all scattered around. Drawers pulled out, contents thrown all over it. Whoever it was sure wanted us to think it was robbery. Well, let's check the neighbor. Yeah, he's cross street. Said he wanted to go home and take something to help quiet him down. Must have been quite a shock for the old guy. Yeah. You want to tell Brian and Phillips where we'll be? Yeah. Phillips is out and back. I saw him when I came in. I'll talk to Brian. All right. Ask him to let us know when Lee gets here, will you? Yeah. All right. Come on in. Thank you. Mr. Brody? Yeah, over here. Want to turn the lights on? I was just sitting here having a drink, trying to calm down a little. Yes, sir. Switch is there on the wall. Sort of behind the whatnot. That's the kind of feel around. Yes, sir. I found it. Turned out the lights and helped my head. Oh, me, oh my. I got an awful headache. You don't happen to have a couple of aspirin on you, do you? No, sir. I'm sorry, I don't. Oh, well, I guess I don't mind much. I guess this will do just as good. What if you tell me just what happened here? Well, I'm glad to. I want to help all I can. Sure. I like to see you get the guy. What did this apple? Why do you think it was a man? Huh? Well, you said guy. What makes you think it was a man? Well, I didn't mean it like, you know, not special. But come right down to it, almost gotta be a man. You can't imagine no woman doing a thing like that. At least no woman I ever knew. Gotta be a man. Come on. In, everybody come in. Might as well have a convention, all the people coming in. My partner, Mr. Bruding. Oh, another policeman, huh? Yes. How's that, Joe? They're gonna call us when the crime lab crew gets here. All right. How are you, Mr. Brudy? People all over the place. I never saw a crowd come so fast when the sirens come in. Seemed like they were attached to mushrooms just sprung up out of the ground. Oh, yeah, I'm fine, fine. Yeah. Wonder if you'd mind leaving that alone until we ask you a few questions. Oh, you mean before I have another drink? Yes, sir, if you would. Why, of course. Glad to oblige. I'll wait. I mean, you don't have to worry about me though. Not old Earl Brody. I hold my little cage. Just bet old Earl's a regular tanker. Don't ever show on old Earl. Well, if you just tell us about finding the body. Well, I was out in the front watering the lawn. Always do it at the same time, you see. The hot sun burns it up. You don't water, you know. You've got to do that. Yes, sir. Well, that's what I was doing. Wasn't alone. Yes, sir. You want to go on? You sure you fellas don't want a little snort, huh? Good. Sir? No, no, thanks. No, thanks. Well, all of a sudden I hear Nero making an awful fuss. Who's that? That's a silly name, isn't it? Who is it? Little bitty old Pete, she called it. Nero. Always seemed to me that if you're going to call a dog Nero, it should be a big dog. Yes, Nero's the dog. What happened then? Well, sir, first off, I didn't pay much attention to it. Just kept right on wandering along. And old Nero kemped it up, Kepo. Right on yelling and howling. Finally I figured there must be something wrong. Yes, there must be with all that going on. So I turned off the water and wandered over, you know, check up. Yes, sir. Mr. Bruding, about what time was this? I thought it was funny, death not coming out, making Nero shut up. Oh, it was about 6:00. Yeah, about 6:00. Did you see anyone around the house when you went over? Not a soul. No, sir, there's nobody. So I went around back to the patio, you know, there wasn't anybody there either. Then I knocked at the door. Now all this time, little old Nero is still raising old dead. Can't stop to breathe hardly. Well, when I knocked on the door, things swung wide open. Wasn't locked, you know. So I called Therefore, I called a couple of times. I didn't get no answer. I couldn't see nothing. So door opens. Only kind of little service port. I. I didn't see a thing. Then I went in. Walked right into the kitchen. There she was, lying on the floor, stuff scattered all over. And little Nero sitting right beside her, just going crazy. You called the police right away, didn't you? Well, I run out of the house, over to my place and called the operator. I dialed over and told him to send a policeman right away. Yeah, right away I called him. Had you seen Ms. Lawrence at all today? Yeah, I saw her this noontime. She was out to get the meal. We said hello, you know, just as cheerful like. Like that. What time did you say hello? I picked up the meal, went right back into the house just like she. Didn't have no idea what was going to happen. Oh, about 1:30, mail comes in. Did you see anyone around her house this afternoon? Nobody. No. Oh, well, of course, now, I. I was out in the back most of the afternoon, you see. You see the. Out there working in the flowers. So I. I can't right out say that there wasn't anybody over. I see. Do you know where we can get in touch with Mr. Lawrence? He works in the garage down Pico, I think. I got to name the place around someplace. I used to take my car down to him before him and Mrs. Lawrence got a divorce. How long have they been divorced? About three years, I guess. Well, I'm not really sure about that. How they get along. Do you know? Any trouble between them? I guess there's some who'd say that he was right. I made a practice not to get involved in those things. Religion, politics and marriage troubles. I don't. I don't get meddled up in them. Oh, they. Yeah, they fought all the time. Yeah. Has Mr. Lawrence been at his wife's house lately? Not that I've seen. I guess they all see each other, but I. I understand what Apple said. It was the lawyers. He used to try to tell me about it, but I just wouldn't listen. I don't believe in it. Religion, politics, marriage stuff and all those things. Et cetera, et cetera. Yes, sir. Alimony. He was always fighting about alimony. Always. Do you know what the disagreements were about besides alimony? I'll tell you, mister. You better talk to Mr. Lawrence about that. He's the one that set you right on it. I go telling you, and I'm liable to say something wrong, you see, and I wouldn't be right I wouldn't. You better talk to him. You talk to him. All right, sir. If you'll just give us the address for you. Sure, sure. I'll take a look at my checkbook, see if I can find it. You talk to him. He don't give you all the scoop, and then maybe I can help you out a little. All right, Mr. Burdick. Thank you. Any more questions you gotta ask me right now? Well, if you don't feel well, sir, we can talk to you later. I don't feel good. Just that I like another little snort. You know, kind of pick me up a little. Body and soul together. Oh, just awful. Well, there may be some more things we'll want to check with you later tonight. Ain't gonna do no harm. One thing everybody says it's older. Out the hole is liquor. Everybody says that. You can ask them. Everybody. Hard the day goes by. Somebody don't say that. Well, if you'll get Mr. Lawrence's address for us, please. Right away. Right. Wonder how you guys take all this. All them years of battling, screaming at each other. Now they're over. Ain't going to have no more trouble because of her. That's not quite right, sir. Huh. He's liable to have a lot more. Earl Brudig looked through his desk and he found a canceled check bearing the address of the garage where the victim's husband was employed. While he was looking for the check stub, Frank and I interrogated him further on the relations between Ethel Lawrence and her husband. He refused to tell us any more than he had, explaining that if the answers we got from the husband weren't adequate, we could come back and see him. 6:48pm we returned to the victim's house and we talked to Lieutenant Lee Jones. He told us that the crew from the crime lab had been unable to find the murder weapon, but that they had been able to lift several good fingerprints from the kitchen. He went on to say that these had been checked with those of the victim. They were not the same. Little other physical evidence was found in the house, however. An impression of a shoe had been found in the soft earth at the side of the house and a plaster cast had been made of it. We asked Lieutenant Jones to take the fingerprints of the neighbor who had found the body and checked in with the impressions left in the victim's house. 9:46pm the coroner arrived and removed the body and attached the paper seal to the front door. Frank and I went back to the office and check the name of the victim and her Husband. Through the Record Bureau, we found that Bernard Lawrence had been arrested four years previously on a wife beating charge, but that he'd been released when his wife refused to prosecute. We checked the name Earl Broody. He had no record. 10:54pm we drove over to the garage where the victim's husband was employed. The place was closed, but there was a card on the door giving an emergency address. Frank and I drove out to the house. A low, rambling ranch stopped. The garage owner, Arnold Norton, met us at the door. Yeah? Mr. Norton? That's right. What can I do for you? Police officers would like to talk to you. Yeah, I guess it's okay. I don't know what it's about, but I guess it's okay. What do you want? Might be better if we talked inside. You mind if I see your identification? No, sir. Here's my ID card. This is my partner, Frank Smith. My name's Friday. Huh? Yeah. Come in. Thank you. Thank you. Just a minute. I'll Turn off the TV. We don't like to bother you, Mr. Norton. Shouldn't take us too long. Doesn't matter. It's just a fight movie. I've seen it before. I get a kick out of seeing him again. What is it you want to know? You have an employee named Bernard Lawrence working for you? Yeah. Barney's been with me for about seven years. Why? You have a home address for him? I suppose so. Look, can you tell me what this is all about? Just a routine investigation. We like to talk to him. I'll write out the address for you. Ever hear about Lawrence and his wife having any quarrels or disagreements? I'm not quite sure how I should answer that. What do you mean? I don't know why you're asking the question. It's a little rough to ask me to comment on the way Barney gets along with his wife. I don't want to lay anything on him. You've known him for quite a while, have you? Yeah, I told you. He's been with me for seven years. Best carburetor man I've got. You must have heard him discussing his home life at one time or another, haven't you? I went through the same thing before, you know. I got myself right in the middle before. I don't want it to happen again. I don't understand. When they got the divorce. All the time, lawyers coming around, asking questions, trying to get me to take sides. I'm not gonna do it. If Barney's trying to bring the thing up again, he should be the One to tell me not have you fellas come around and do it. I'm not gonna get in the middle again. I've known both of them for a long time. I think a lot of them. Ethel and Barney and me have been pretty close in the years, but I've had it all. The questions about how much Barney makes, what were his working hours, who'd he see, did he run around with any girls? No. I'm not gonna answer any more questions. Well, this isn't a civil matter, Mr. Norton. This has nothing to do with divorce? No sir. I'm not gonna be called as a witness. We can't say to that. Uh huh. Way you fellas are going about this routine thing makes me think that it's a lot more important than just a traffic ticket or anything like that. Well, it is. Did you see Lawrence today? You mean at the garage? Yes, sir. Yeah, he came to work at 8, just like he always does. He was there all day? Eight to five. That's when he works. Does he have occasion to leave the garage at all during the day? I don't understand what you mean. Well, does he have to leave to go pick up parts, anything like that? Yeah, once in a while he does. We got a fellow who does that kind of thing. But when he's out on the call and Barney needs something fast, he maybe runs down the street and gets it. Did he leave the garage this afternoon? Yeah, he had to go down and pick up some rebuilds. You know what time he left? Be hard to pin it down to an exact time. I don't much keep tabs on Barney. He comes and goes as he pleases. Pretty important that we get an idea of when he was gone. Well, I can check it with the other boys in the shop. I should be able to find out when he left. I know he got back about 4:30, though. You're pretty sure about the time? Yeah, he came back and did his job on a rush, one that we had, and he took off at 5. I was reacting when he came back. What do you mean? Did he seem upset about anything? No, not particularly. He seems pretty happy though. Kept talking about what a beautiful day it was and how good he felt. You know, come right down to it, Barney was happier than he's been in some time. Just seemed like all his troubles were gone. We know how you feel about this, Mr. Norton, but it's pretty. Did you ever hear Mr. Lawrence threaten his wife? I'm gonna have to take your word for it. It's being pretty important, Mr. Friday. I've got no way of knowing. But if you guys get me in the middle of anything, I'm gonna be pretty sore about it. Don't worry about that. Well, then they'll answer your question. Barney and Ethel didn't get along very well. I guess you knew that, divorce and all. Ethel accusing Barney of running around. They had some pretty big arguments. Barney was pretty mad at the judgment. He got the alimony to pay Ethel. 150amonth made him pretty sore. But the judge said to pay it or go to jail. Ethel would just as soon see him in jail. Barney used to talk to me about it. We'd stop down the street and have a beer. When we closed up the shop, Barney would say there was only two ways he could get out of the alimony payments. Well, one was if Ethel got married again. And Barney always said she was so mean that no sane man would have her. What about the other way? That was for her to die, I guess. That was about the only threat he ever made, so I could hear it. Well, what's that? Say you wouldn't mind helping her out. 11:47pm we drove over to the address we'd gotten for Bernard Lawrence. It was a modern apartment building in the Wilshire district. We rang the bell to his apartment, but we got no answer. Frank and I talked to the manager of the building and he let us into the suspect's apartment. In a preliminary search of the place, we found nothing to tie the man in with his wife's death. However, from the clothes and the other personal effects in the place, we were reasonably sure that he'd return to the apartment. The manager told us that Lawrence had come home after work, changed his clothes and left, saying that he'd return later. We put in a call to the office and we told them where we were. And we made arrangements to be relieved the next morning in the event the suspect hadn't returned. Frank and I settled down in our car, which was parked across the street from the apartment, to wait for Lawrence. At 1:30, Frank went down to the corner and called Faye to tell her he'd be a little late. He brought back a carton of hot coffee and some sandwiches. The stakeout continued. 2:30. Still no sign of a suspect. 3:34. At 5:30am the landlord came to the porch of the apartment house and yelled at us, indicating he wanted to tell us something. Frank went over to see him while I waited in the car. A couple of minutes later, Frank came running back. Joe. Joe. Yeah? Manager just got a call from Lawrence. What about Lawrence? Wanted to have his stuff packed and sent down to the depot. Yeah. Said he's leaving town. 5:42am we called the business office and had arrangements made to check the reservation lists on trains going east. We also set up stakeouts on the depots and on the airline terminals in the event the suspect changed his mind about taking the train. Two officers came out and relieved us at the apartment. The manager of the apartment was instructed to notify the officers on stakeout in the event he heard from Lawrence. 6:12am Frank and I drove back downtown. We went to the business office and got out a local and an APB on the suspect. We checked out of the office to go home and change our clothes and at 8:46am we met back in the squadroom. You made it fast, huh, Joe? Yeah. Carton of coffee there if you want some. No, thanks. I'll get something to eat on the way in. Any word? No, not yet. Lawrence still hasn't showed up at the apartment. There's nothing from the depot. Steakhouse. Oh, man, I'd sure like to get some sleep. Well, I'm with you there. I'll say. Sure. Sore. What about last night? Yeah. Had it all planned that we were going to a movie tonight. Always plans it on my day off. Well, you know, we have dinner, go down to the neighborhood. Kind of nice. She looks forward to it. What's that got to do with last night? Well, this is my day off, right? Yeah, that's what's. And I'm working, right? Yeah. Well, I worked all last night too, huh? Yeah. Gonna be no movie tonight? I don't follow you. Well, I'm gonna sleep as I get home. Gonna climb right into the shower, dry off into bed. Gonna sleep the clock around. That's why we gotta talk to Skipper this morning. Is he in yet? Yeah, he's down. Chief Brown's office. You fill him in? Yeah, a little bit. He goes along with us. Mm. Well, let's check R and I. I wanna look at that arrest report on Lawrence. See if any of his friends are listed. We might be able to get a lead on him. Better find out if he made that call he was supposed to have made when he was gone from work, huh? Yeah. The way it looks, he's still in town. Well, that doesn't do us a lot of good unless we know where. Well, we can go out and talk to the fellow that found the body. He might be able to come up with something. Better put a stake out on the garage where Lawrence worked too. He Might show up there. Right. I'll get Norton on the phone. He'll let us know if he hears anything. You know, the whole thing looks pretty clean. All we got to do is put Lawrence at his wife's house this afternoon. We got it made. There's only one trouble. Yeah? We gotta find him before we can put him there. After putting in the call to the garage where the suspect was employed and arranging for a stakeout on the place, Frank and I checked the arrest record that had been made out four years previously and obtained a list of his friends and relatives. We contacted each one of them, but they could give us no information on Lawrence. That morning, we met with Captain Lohrman and we went over the evidence with him. The fingerprints found at the scene of the murder had been eliminated when they were compared with those of the neighbor, Earl Broody. Other physical evidence netted us nothing. The murder weapons still had not been found. The only piece of evidence that we had to attempt to identify the killer was the plaster cast of the footprint found to the side of the house. However, Lee Jones said that it would be of little use other than to identify the size of the shoe. It was a size 10 with a leather sole and a leather heel. There were no distinguishing marks on the impression. Two days went by and we still hadn't found Lawrence. We talked to the men he worked with, but none of them could supply us with any information as to his possible whereabouts. We checked the bars he was known to frequent without result. Apparently, the suspect had disappeared without a trace on Saturday, June 14, three days after the murder. Frank and I got back to the office after lunch. You want to check the book? Yeah. Where can I find Joe Friday? I'm him. I'm Barney Lawrence. We've been looking for you. I want you to get off my back. Leave me alone. You mind telling us where you've been for the past three days? It's none of your business. The only reason I'm here now is I want to tell you to stop going around asking a lot of questions, causing me embarrassment. What do you mean by that? You know what I mean. I don't mind telling you I'm pretty sore about the things you said behind my back. You probably didn't think I'd find out about him, but I did, and I'm telling you to stop. You ought to take it easy, Lawrence. You keep your nose out of this cop. I'm talking to him. I got a few things for you, too, before I leave. Yeah? I don't think you're Gonna leave. What's that supposed to mean? Just what it sounded like. You're under arrest. For what? Suspicion of murder. You figured I killed Ethel. You look good for it. Then you better get a pair of glasses, cop. I'm walking out of here. And if you're smart, you won't try to stop me. I wouldn't try it. Lawrence. Lawrence. Now, hold it. If you haven't done anything wrong, you got nothing to worry about. Now, come on back here. You know something? What's that? I've always wanted to hit a cop. Come on, Lawrence. On your feet. Keep your hands off me, cop. Just keep your hands off me. All right. Now sit down. Right here. Sit down. We're investigating a murder. Someone beat your wife to death. We're trying to find who did it. Well, it wasn't me. We got a funny way of showing it. The suspect was booked in at the main jail on suspicion of murder. Lawrence put in a call to his lawyer and arrangements were made to have him released on bond. Frank and I attempted to interrogate him before he was booked. But he refused to answer any questions we put to him. The following morning, we met with he and his lawyer again. We ran into the same stubborn silence. At 11:30am we met with Captain Lorman and Chief of Detective Thad Brown. We laid out the evidence we had. From all appearances, we had the guilty man in custody. But it might be difficult to prove in a court of law. The one thing we'd been unable to establish was Lawrence's presence in the house at the time of the murder. It was decided that without being able to prove this, we would have little chance of getting a complaint from the District Attorney's office. Frank and I started requesting the neighbors. None of them could tell us any more than they already had. We requestioned the man who had found the body, Earl Brudig. He came up with the additional information that there had been a crew of carpenters working on a house the day of the killing. The building was located next door to him, directly across the street from the place where the murder had been committed. We questioned the carpenters. None of them could tell us anything. However, there was one man who had been working on the construction that we were unable to reach. It took us several days before we were able to find him. On Wednesday, June 18, we got to his house at 7:30am Just before he left for work. He asked us to talk to him in the kitchen of his home. I was just having breakfast. Fix you guys something to eat? No, thanks, Mr. Heughan. We don't want to take up much of your time here. Oh, don't worry about that. What's this about anyway? We understand that you were working on a job on Green oak Drive on the 10th of June. Is that right? Let me think. Yeah. Yeah. 9700 block. Yeah, I was there. Why? You worked there all day, didn't you? That's right. Left the place around 5:30. Say, this about that woman that was murdered? Yes, sir. You got the fellow did it. Well, we think we know where he is. You guys like a cup of coffee? Yeah, fine. We'll join you. Yeah, thanks. Either of you use sugar? No. No, thanks. No, thanks. I'll see how you can drink coffee without it. Always use two spoons. My, that's good. Well, say, if you know who did the killing, how come he isn't in jail? We need a little more evidence before we can take him to court, that's why. Talking to me, huh? That's right. Couple things you might be able to straighten us out on. Why me? Well, we've talked to the other men in the crew. Seems like you're the only one left. Comes right back to me, huh? Aren't you? Yeah. What's the matter, Hewlett? Gotta sit down. What's wrong? Hewlett, come out. Are you sick? Poison. Poison. And the sugar? I've been expecting it. Frank, get manual. Yeah. What kind of poison you? What kind? There's nothing you can do now. I know this is wrong. Taking poison. I killed the old lady. I killed her. Ambulance on the way. Joe. No hurry. He's dead. At the inquest, it was ruled that the suspect, Merle Patrick Hewitt, died of self administered poison and his death was listed as a suicide. The victim's husband, Bernard Jerome Lawrence, was released from custody. 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For the next 30 minutes, in cooperation with the Los Angeles Police Department, you will travel step by step on the side of the law through an actual case transcribed from official police police files. From beginning to end, from crime to punishment, Dragnet is the story of your police force in action. It was Tuesday, April 7th. It was cold in Los Angeles. We were working the day watch out of traffic bureau hit and run felony detail. My partner's Frank Smith. The boss is Captain Calfy. My name's Friday. We were on our way out from the office and it was 8:40am when we got to 1784 Byram street, front door. Better try it again, huh? Lemon. Sounds like somebody coming. Yeah. Something you want, Ms. Hunter? That's right. What do you want? Police officers. We like to talk to you. Oh, about the thing last night, huh? Yes, ma'am, that's right. Well, come on in. I can't stand around for long. I'm gonna be late for work as it is. Come on. Thank you. This is my partner, Frank Smith. My name's Friday. How do you do? Hi. Sit down there. I gotta get ready to leave. There's some coffee there in the carafe if you want some. No, thank you. No, ma'am. Thank you. Would you mind pouring me a cup? You'll find everything right there on the table. Two sugars. All right. What do you want to know about last night? I told the officers who were there all I know. Yes, ma'am, we know. We read their report. We'd like to go over it with you, if it's all right. Seems like a waste of time to me. Spend a little more of it trying to catch the kid that hit the girl. It'd be better all the way around. Yes, ma'am. There's your coffee. Oh, thank you. Ooh. Still warm. Either one of you got a cigarette? Yes, ma'am. Here you are. Here's light. Thanks. What do you want to go over? Well, according to what you said to the officers last night, you saw the accident. Is that right? I saw it. Yeah. I don't think it was an accident. If you ask me, I think the kid deliberately hit the girl. Deliberately? Now, why did he say that? Well, just the way it looked, that's all. Kind of feeling way. Came barreling around the corner. He must have seen her. She was right under the light. Didn't even make an attempt to stop, none at all. I saw the girl step off the curb right under the light. He had to see her. Had to. Anyway, she stepped off the curb and started to cross the street. Harry and me saw her. She started to cross, and then all of a sudden, this kid in the hot rod was coming right at her. Was there anything she could do? Yes, ma'am. She kind of looked up at the car and then? Well, like she was gonna run, but she didn't have time. The car hit her and knocked her down. Did you get a good look at the car? You mean the one that hit her? Yes, ma'am. You bet I did. Passed right under the light. Got a real good look at it. Mm. Wonder if you'd describe it for us. I told the cops all about it last night. Seems like that'd be enough. Why do I have to go through it again? Well, there might be something you didn't think of last night, Ms. Hunter. Something you might have forgotten. Isn't likely, but if you gotta have it, I guess that's the way it's gotta be. Hope we can get it over with fast enough. I gotta get down to the corner so I won't miss my bus. Well, if it'd help, we can drive you to work. You can give us the information on the way. Well, that'll be fine. Wait a minute, I'll get my coat. Uh huh. How'd it look when you came in, ma'am? Did it look like it was gonna rain? No. It's pretty cold though. Paper said it might rain today. Well, better take an umbrella. What kind of a car was it, Ms. Hunter? A hot rod. You know the kind. Real low. Two exhaust pipes, kind of beat up. What kind of a car was it? The. I guess it was a Ford. Looked like one. Hard to tell. It was kind of banged up. You know, I don't know why the police allow cars like that on the streets anyway. It couldn't be very safe. Can you tell us what year the car was? Well, I'm not real good at that, but I'd say maybe a 1940. Might have been 1941. It was a pre war car, though. Oh, yeah, I'm sure of that. Would you like to get in, man? Okay, thanks. Where can we drop you, ma'am? Near first and Broadway will be fine. Just on the corner there. Okay. Ms. Hunter, was there anything about the car that'd make it easier to identify? Not especially. Black Ford, all beat up. I'm sure I'd know it if I saw it again any place. Did you get a good look at the driver of the car? No, not too good. All I could see was that he was a kid, you know, maybe 19, 20. 20 years old. You'd like to see. You get that kid. Is the girl all right? She looked pretty bad last night. She's still in a critical condition. Doctors aren't sure yet whether she'll be all right. Sure hope she is. Have you talked to her? No, we haven't. Not yet. It's a terrible thing, kids like that running around in hot rods, barreling around the city. Person's not safe on the streets anymore. Just because a car's got twin tailpipes, Ms. Hunter, doesn't have to be a hot rod. Well, this one was. Even had the little sort of license hanging down from the back bumper. You mean a state license plate? No, one of those with a club name on it. You know the kind. There's not a notation of that on the report that we remember. I guess I forgot all the excitement at all. Must have forgot. Well, did you see the name on that plate? Yeah. Not real good, but I saw it. Think you can remember it? Not all of it. The last part was wheels. Something. Wheels. Two words. You're pretty sure of that, are you? Yeah, Wheels. That's the word I saw. Didn't remember it last night. Guess it didn't seem important then. Must be a lot of cars that have those plates on them all over town. Yes, we know. Don't seem like it's gonna help much. A lot of cars with those plates on them. Lots of them. Yes, ma'am. Even if you do find the kid with one of them, how are you gonna know if he's the right one? Well, it's not gonna be too hard, huh? His car will tell us. According to the report, an automobile driven by one male occupant had struck a woman while she crossed the intersection of Olympic Boulevard and Connecticut street the night before. When the ambulance arrived at the scene, the victim, who was identified as Mrs. Helen Chapman, was unconscious and was removed to Georgia Street Receiving Hospital for emergency treatment. Members of the crime lab had arrived at the scene and gathered what physical evidence they could find. All citizens in the vicinity were interrogated and their statements were taken. Photographs of the corner were made and held for evidence. Because of the hit and run aspect of the case, Frank and I had been assigned to investigate. At 1:14pm we drove over to Georgia Street Receiving Hospital to talk to the attending physician, Dr. Sebastian. He said the patient's condition was so critical that she couldn't be moved to her own hospital. He told us that the victim hadn't recovered consciousness to the point where she could be questioned. He went on to tell us that she'd been administered serum albumin to counteract shock. He listed her injuries for us. Compound fractures of the femur, rib fractures and associated internal injuries including a punctured lung and brain concussion. It was not expected that she'd live. Frank and I left the doctor and walked down the hall. In the waiting room we met a tall, thin man who looked as if he hadn't slept in several days. On the floor in front of him was a small pile of half smoked cigarettes. He identified himself as the victim's husband, Carl Chapman. I don't know. I came home from work. They told me about It. I didn't even know. Didn't they try to call you at work? No. I guess they called the house. There wasn't anybody home. I just walked up the door and there was a note telling me to call her. Didn't even know about Helen. I see. You like a cigarette, Chapman? Thanks. You talked to the doctor? Yes, sir, we just did. Is there anything new? Is she gonna be all right? Well, I don't know yet. You can ask the doctor yourself. Why don't anybody tell me anything? All the time I ask how my wife is, they tell me to ask the doctor. Why won't they tell me? I don't know, sir. Can't even find out if she needs anything. It won't let me see her. Anybody will tell me what's really happening in there. It's been over 10 hours. Nobody will tell me what's going on. Well, best thing, try to sit down and take it easy, Mr. Chapman. Oh, that's great to say. Just sit down. Easy to say. It's not your wife who's in there. It isn't someone you love. Why are you here anyway? Why aren't you out trying to get the rotten little plunk? It did it. Why don't you look for him? We'll get to him, sir. When? After Helen's dead? Is that gonna be when you start looking? We're looking for him now. We came over in the hopes that we could talk to your wife. We thought she might be able to give us some information. What in God's name do you want from her? The name and address of the kid. I ran it down. Does she have to get out of bed and go find him for you? It's your job. Yours? All this talk about the police department being so good. But what are you doing? You standing around here with your toe in the dirt waiting for my wife to come to enough to point the kid out. All right, sir. Now, take it easy. Take it easy, nothing. You listen to me, both of you. You listen. If she dies, if that kid killed her, I'll find him. I don't know how, but I will. I'm gonna do the same thing to him with my hands that he did with his car. I'll find him. I swear I'll find him. And I'm gonna kill him with my hands. I'm gonna kill him. Mr. Chapman? Yeah? May I see you for a moment? Yeah. Would you excuse us for a minute, Sergeant? Sure, doctor. We'll wait out in the hall. A rough one, isn't it? Yeah. Wonder what's going on in there? I don't know. Better call the skipper. Tell them about that plate on the car. Get a broadcast out on it. Check the phone book for the address on the National Hot Rod Association. Better talk with them, huh? They might have something for us on the club. Right. You better start, cop. You better find him fast because I'm looking too. You ought to go home and get some sleep, Mr. Chapman. You're all worn out. I'm not gonna get any sleep until I catch that kid. I can't. How is the girl? She's dead. Both of them are. Both of them? Yeah. She's gonna have a baby in a couple of months. 3:15pm Frank and I drove out to the offices of the National Hot Rod association on Hollywood Boulevard. We met with Bud Coons and Wally Parks. They checked their records for clubs with the last name wheels. There were three in their files. Two were in the eastern part of the United States. And one was listed as having headquarters in Alhambra, California. We obtained the name and address of the president of the club and we drove out to see him. We found him in the garage behind the house working on a 1941 Ford. We introduced ourselves and he asked us to sit down. What do you want to see me about? We understand that you're the president of the Square Wheel. Is that right? Yeah, that's right. Why? How many members do you have in the club? 18. 18 actives? There's a couple of guys in the service. What's this all about anyway? How come the questions? All your members have the metal plates with the club name on their car? Yeah. Get them when they pay the initiation fee. Why? Anybody else have them? Not legally. What do you mean? A couple of them out have been stolen from members. Any of the fellas in the club drive a black pre war Ford? Yeah, I guess we got about five of them. I got one myself, as a matter of fact. Listen, why can't you tell me what this is all about? Figure if I knew what you wanted, I could help you out. A woman was run down by a hot rod last night. One of the witnesses saw a plate on the car that might have been from your club. No kidding? It's the way we get it. What did it look like? Well, they say it had twin pipes, pretty well beat up. White sidewall tires. It's not one of ours. Then. You sound pretty sure. What about the plate? I told you, we've had a couple of them stolen. Must have been one of them. How come you're so sure? It wasn't one of your members. Oh, I know the cars in the club. There isn't a yo yo in the bunch. What's a yo yo? Yeah, you know, a shot rod, junk heap. Oh, I see. I don't know. It seems like every time there's any trouble with a car over five years old, it's a hot rod. Sure. Not fair. That's so. Yeah. Come here, I'll show you. Now take a look at that. I've been working on it for three years. Got over 1200 bucks in it. Take a look at it. It's a lot of motor. Yeah, it's a good car, but what's it prove? The car that ran that woman down wasn't a hot rod. How do you figure that? You said it was a wreck, didn't you? That's right. We haven't got a wreck that's allowed on the streets in this club. I don't know a legal club that has a yo yo in it. We got a safety check every month. Any car that isn't safe has to be fixed or the guy's out. A lot of clubs operate that way. Yeah, we know. Kids build rods for two reasons. Because they want the cars to run better, be more efficient, or else they want something a little different than you can buy in a showroom. Well, all this sounds good, but a woman was killed last night by a kid driving a hopped up car of some kind. Maybe it had twin pipes and a loud muffler. But I'll give you odds from here to Bonneville that it wasn't a hot rod. I know how you guys feel. We're always getting it. Every kid behind the wheel in a secondhand car is a potential killer. The way the paper's picture is, we just roam around looking for somebody to run over. That's not true. You check the records, I think you'll find that the ratio between tickets given out to members of hot rod clubs, members of the NHRA and any other group of drivers will make the hot rodders look pretty good. There hasn't been a ticket in our club in the last year and a half. The one before that was for overtime parking. I'm sorry, fellas. That car last night wasn't one of our guys. And you can bet he wasn't a hot rodder either. You got any way of knowing who could have gotten the plaque? Well, not right off, but we'll find him. How? There's only so many streets in Los Angeles. We'll find him. Guys like that make things rough. On the clean drivers in this town. We'll find him for you. We'll appreciate any help you can give us on this, but it's police business. If you find him, give us a call right away. Don't worry, we will. How do I get in touch with you? I'll leave you one of our cards. Anytime you call us. All right. I'll get on the phone and get the fellows rounded up. If you turn anything, call us right away. Don't try to take care of it yourselves. Only one thing we're interested in. Yeah, what's that? Proving to you it wasn't one of us. That's what's important. Showing you we're on your side. Well, that shouldn't be too hard. There's a lot of room. We got the names and addresses of the members of the Square Wheel Club and we talked to them. We checked their cars and each of them volunteered to assist us in attempting to locate the hit and run vehicle. 6:40pm Frank and I got back to the office during the afternoon. The broadcast on the car had gone over the state wire and every police officer in the state of California was looking for the hit and run car. When we checked with communications, there had been no replies to our broadcast. 7:15pm we put in a call to Georgia Street Receiving Hospital and we talked again to Dr. Sebastian. He told us that the victim's husband, Carl Chapman, had been placed under the care of his family doctor and had been given sedatives to make him sleep. While I checked with Lt. Wolfram on the developments, Frank went over to the crime lab and talked with Lt. Lee Jones. 8:47pm we met back in the squadroom. Any word yet? No. Got a call from Al Gibbs. Hot Rod Club? Yeah. He says all the clubs in the area are looking for the car. They divided the city up in sections. Members are checking all the streets. No luck though, huh? No, nothing. Well, they turned a couple of cars, but they don't check out. How'd you do? Pretty good. Got the report here. Had a couple sandwiches sent in. Got you Swiss on rye. Good. In the bag there. Where's coffee? Right there. Carton. Oh, the lab sure did a good job on this stuff. Here. Here's a scene. Victim was found 10ft 4 inches from the northeast corner. 4ft 8 inches from the north pedestrian crosswalk. That put it about here, wouldn't it? Yeah. They found particles of broken glass. Checked on them at the lighthouse. Lenses from 1940 Ford. Here's a picture of. Yeah, in the gutter of the Southwest corner. They found this. It was a bumper guard. Yeah, I looked at it. It's new. Any brand names? Yeah, but it's not gonna help much. Distributed all over the country. Well, how about skid marks? Any sign of them? No, not that they could find. Either the kid didn't have time to use them or else he didn't want to. They came up with this, though. Yeah? What's that? Well, some marks from a tire. Lee says he thinks they were made when the kid dug out to get away. Spun the back wheels sure indicate that he didn't mean to stop at any time, huh? Well, that's the way Lee's got it figure. Well, it isn't much to go on, is it? Life come easier. Well, let's go out and check the neighborhood again. We might still be able to turn up a decent description. We start checking the garages in the morning. Try to turn a car with a broken headlight and a missing bumper guard. Okay. Better call Communications. Get out of supplemental on the tires. Yeah, I'll take care. Hi, guys. Getting around Felony Friday. Yeah, that's right. Anybody there? No. No. Keep it under surveillance. We'll be right out. Yeah. Don't burn it. Right. Bye. What do you got? Well, it's beginning to go our way maybe, huh? They found the car. You are listening to Dragnet, the authentic story of your police force in action. Chesterfield's for me. You hear it everywhere. Tonight we hear from America's number one bandleader, Ray Anthony, who with his attractive wife Dee, plays college dates from coast to coast in cigarettes. The young crowd really goes for Chesterfield's. I've noticed that wherever we've played. And I guess it's one of the reasons Chesterfield is America's most popular two way cigarette. Of course, D and I are Chesterfield smokers too. We know they're best for us. Chesterfield's for me. You hear it everywhere. The Chesterfield you smoke today is the best cigarette ever made. For the taste you want, the mildness you want join the thousands. Now changing to Chesterfield. During a routine patrol of the streets in East Los Angeles, a radio unit had come across a car parked at the curb on Vancouver Avenue. They'd stopped to investigate and found that it matched the description that we'd sent out on the phone. I'd instructed the officer not to search the car, but merely to keep it under surveillance and check and hold anyone who approached it. Frank and I notified the crime lab of the find. And then we left the office and drove out to the location. We talked to the officers in the police car. And they told us that they hadn't seen anyone near the vehicle. We checked the registration and found that the registered owner was a Jack Moore. The white slip gave us an address in Hollywood. While the crime lab went over the car, we drove out to Moore's address to talk to him. He lived in a large house built in the mid-20s as a private residence. It had been converted into a boarding house. Frank covered the rear entrance. I rang the front doorbell. Yeah? What do you want waking me up this time of night? Police officers. You have a tenant here named Jack Moore. What about him? We'd like to talk to him. Too late, Mac. He ain't here. Where is he? I don't know. He moved out this afternoon. He didn't say where he was going. A thorough search was made of the suspect's room. The manager told us that Moore had come home that morning, packed his belongings and left the house. We called the crime lab and Lt. Lee Jones told us that they'd established that Moore's car was the one that had run down the Chapman girl. We talked to the other people in the rooming house. None of them could tell us where Moore might have gone. We put in a called auto records, but the car was not listed as being stolen. Frank called his name into R and I, but we found that he had no felony record. From the occupants of the rooming house, we found that the suspect had no relatives in this state and no close friends that they could recall. Leighton Prince came out and went over the room. And in going over it, we found a waste basket Moore had used to dispose of articles that he didn't want. In the basket, we found several match folders from a bar out on West 7th Street. We put in a call to the bar, but we found that it was closed. From the manager of the rooming house, we got a good description of the suspect along with the information that he received no mail and that he was apparently unemployed. A stakeout was set up on the house and at 3:36am Frank and I checked out of the office and went home. Truck. The next day, Wednesday, April 8, we contacted DMV and asked that they give us all information on the car. 9:15am we drove over to the bar on West 7th Street. Not open yet. Don't open till 10. Police officers like some information. License is back there on the wall in plain sight. There's nothing going on here. You have a customer in here named Jack Moore. We just opened the doors. We got no say about who comes in as long as they don't cause trouble, we don't either. This guy's about 20 or 21. 5, 8, 5 10, 165 pounds, blonde. Name's Moore. Jack Moore. What's he done? We want to talk to him. About what? Police business. Have you seen him? Nothing that's going to get the bar in trouble. That's a simple question, mister. Have you seen him? Maybe. Yeah. You tell me what it's all about and I might be able to help you out. They're running out of time. Have you seen Jack Moore? Yep. When? Last night. Here? Yeah. He was in. Got liquored up. I tossed him out when we closed. Where is he now? You better ask him. I'm going to tell you once more. If you know where he is, you're going to save yourself a lot of time by cooperating with us. I run a clean place here. I don't want any trouble with the cops. My license is on the wall. I got no choice. Of the customers who come in here, I don't want to get mixed up in any. We're not calling it that way. That's the way it is. This is a clean place. That's not what the book says. You've been tabbed a couple of times for serving minors. You run B girls. You haven't served straight liquor in here for a couple of years. Now, if we have to get the information from you downtown, that's the way it's gonna be. Get your coat. Oh, now, look, fellas, I was just trying to take care of myself. You did get your coat. Isn't there some way we can work this thing out? I don't want any trouble. Where's Jack Moore? I try to run a clean place. A couple of times. I've been. We've been over all that before. Now, where is he? I got him up at my place. You there now? I guess so. He got pretty loaded last night. Told me he didn't have any place to pad down. I took him home. What's the address? 1862 and a half, Woodworth Court. Room 14. All right, let's go. Yeah. And don't try to call him. I got no phone in the room. He's done anything. I had no part in it. Just trying to help a friend out, that's all. Just help a friend out? Yeah, sure. You tell him that how he got me in trouble, all because I tried to help him out. You just tell him. Yeah, we will. And tell him not to come around here anymore. Tell him to keep out. Tell him that Will you for me? Tell him not to come back. Don't you worry about it. He won't be back. We called the office and another team of detectives came out to the bar to keep the bartender under surveillance in the event that he might try to contact the suspect. It took five and a half minutes to drive to the Woodward street address. It was a large building located at the end of a blind Street. Room 14 was on the third floor in the front of the building. Frank and I approached the room and we listened. There was no sound from inside. You want to try the door? Yeah. There he is. On the bed. Yeah. Looks like the right guy. Now. Let's wake him up. Come on. Come on, Moore, wake up. Come on. Leave me alone, Charlie. Come on. Get up, Moore. Get up. Don't leave me alone. I told you, Charlie. Let me. Who you guys? What are you doing? Police officers. You're under arrest. Wait a minute, Art. Let me go. Come on. Stand still. All right, all right. I quit. I quit. You want to shake him, Frank? Yeah, he's clean. Where you taking me? I ain't done nothing. You got no reason to push me around like this. Let us go. Where? Where you gonna take me? Downtown. For what? Manslaughter? I didn't do it. I didn't. You got the wrong guy. You got the wrong one. I didn't do it. All right, come on, let's move. But you got the wrong one. I didn't do it. I didn't know what you wanted. That's why I run. I didn't know what you wanted. Well, you do now. So let's go. The suspect was taken to the squadron where he was questioned. He refused to admit any part in the crime. He was confronted with the physical evidence and with the ownership of the hit run vehicle. The witness to the came to the office and said that Jack Moore was the man that she'd seen at the wheel of the car when Helen Chapman had been run down. Throughout the interrogation, the suspect refused to say anything. At 1:47pm the door to the squadron opened and Carl Chapman came in. Where is he? I know he's here. I want to see. All right, take it easy. I heard you caught him. I want to see him. I want to tell him. Is that the kid? Are you the one? You the one who killed Helen? Well, answer me. All right, take it easy. Chapman. Is he the one? The evidence points that way, yeah. Please. I want you to do something for me. What's that? Go away. Out of here, please. We can't do that. Chapman. He's in custody. Please. Please, leave me alone with him. Come on, Chapman. You better wait outside. Now, just a minute. Listen to me, kid. When they put you in that cell, you get down on your knees and thank God that they found you before I did. You understand? You thank him. And every day you live, you thank him. You do that because I would have killed you. Take it easy, chap. My wife's dead because of him. You hear that? You killed her. They got laws to save people like you. But none for her. None for her and the baby. They didn't have any laws. None for them. All right, Chapman. Come on. Take it easy, Frank. Come on. Sir. Yeah. Pretty upset, ain't he? I want you to remember something, kid. In the years I've been in this department, I've seen some bad ones. Real bad. Teenage kids that didn't know any better. Scraped up off the pavement, sent home to their parents. Drunks who were too loaded to know what went on. There's been a lot of them go through here. But you finish way ahead of the field. Boy, you talk good. I bet you're on a lecture team around here. I'm getting fed up with you kids roaming the streets in death traps. Now, I don't care about you. You want to wrap yourself around a post, you go ahead. We'll try and stop you. But don't you take somebody else with you. Every year the number gets bigger. More people killed. It isn't the honest drivers that do it. It's people like you who don't care for anybody else. Now, we've tried about everything in the books to make you understand. Doesn't look like any of them did any good, does it? I'm a bad one, ain't I? You killed a human being, boy. A woman who didn't even know you. She never saw you until it was too late. You threw a ten and a half of metal at a 120 pound woman. And then you ran away and left her in the gutter to die. You wrecked the family. You tore it right down the middle and rolled over it. You've ruined the lives of all the people around that woman. You gave a group of decent kids a bad time because you stole their name. Now you get on your feet, young fella. And you keep that smart mouth of yours closed. Do you understand? Can I ask you something? What's that? Hit and run. How much will I get? I don't know. But it won't be enough. The story you have just heard is true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On October 14, trial was held in Department 97, Superior Court of the State of California in and for the county of Los Angeles. In a moment, the results of that trial. Now here is our star, Jack Webb. Thank you, George Feniman. Thousands of smokers all across the country are now changing to Chesterfield. We'd like you to give them a try too. I know you'll like them because the Chesterfield you smoke today is the best cigarette ever made. For the taste you want and the mildness you want. Smoke America's most popular two way cigarette, Regular or king size Chesterfield. Jack Carlisle Moore was tried and found guilty of manslaughter one count and received sentence as prescribed by law. 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