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Two hard-hitting episodes from Dragnet starring Jack Webb
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So compare Fatima yourself. Fatima's now cost the same as other long cigarettes, but your first pup will tell you, ah, that's different. Yes, in Fatima, the difference is quality. Ask your dealer for Fatima, the quality king size cigarette. Best of all, long cigarettes. Start enjoying Fatima tomorrow. Dragnet, the documented drama of an actual crime. 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 files. From beginning to end, from crime to punishment, Dragnet is the story of your police force in action. It was Tuesday, January 9th. It was rainy and windy in Los Angeles. We were working the night watch out of homicide detail. My partner's Ben Romero. The boss is Thad Brown, chief of detectives. My Name's Friday was 9:27pm when I got to room 42. Homicide detail. Hi, Joe. Great night, huh? Terrible weather. Just look out there on Spring Street. Yeah, I know. I just came in out of it. Really coming down? Yeah. Just like I told you on the phone this afternoon. What's that? Every time those sea goes fly in from the coast, it means rain. Yeah. Sure is a fine coat. I've never been sorry I bought this. Let me take another look at that, Joe. Yeah, sure, sure. Oh, yeah, yeah, that's a good one. English coat, huh? Yeah, they make them a little heavier over there than we do here. Seem to be kind of good in our business. You remember that Henderson stake out last month? Oh, yeah. Really poured down that day. Mm. This coat kept me dry as a bone. Water just seems to roll off of it. Yeah, that's a good one. Here you go. Thank you. Have to hang it up. Supposed to keep a good coat on a hanger, you know. Especially when they're wet. Betcha trouble with mine is it leaks right up here over the shoulders. Must be through the seams, huh? Yeah, I guess so. Same one I've been wearing. I told you about it before. You said you're gonna get a new one, didn't you? Yeah, but it's such a good coat otherwise. I hate to throw it away. It's no good if it leaks. I guess you're right at that. Maybe I can get those seams fixed. Do you think? I don't know how long you had it. Seven years. I'll get it. Homicide, Friday. This is 14 on the complaint board. Take this call. Right. Hello? Hello, My name's Leonard Gray. Yes, sir. My wife's dead. She's been killed. I just went down to the garage and when I came back she was dead. Could you send somebody out here right away? Yes, sir. What's that address? 1627 Oxford Place. 27 Oxford Place? Yes, sir, that's right. Can't understand that. She was all right when I left, and then when I came back she was dead. I can't understand that. We'll be right there, Mr. Gray. My best friend lives right next door. Yes, sir. He says I did it. 16:27 Oxford Place was on the east side of the street. It was an average one story stucco home. All the homes on the street were about the same general style and size. It was a nice neighborhood. All the grounds appeared to be well kept from what we could see through the heavy rain. The porch light was burning when we got there. Inside the house we were met by the two Officers from Unit 37R who filled us in on the results of their preliminary investigation. We asked them to stand by in front of the house. Then we asked the husband of the murdered woman, Leonard Gray, to show us where the body was. Back this way, in the dining room. Everything just the way you found it, Mr. Gray. You didn't touch anything? No, sir. Haven't touched anything. Right there on the floor. That's where I. Foster, can I wait up there in the living room? Yes, sir. That's all right. Ben, would you like to help me, please? Yeah, just sit right there. I'll be right with you. Thank you. You and your wife live here? Laundry. Yes. It's just two of us. No children, Ben? Yeah. Clothing's torn. Must have put up a struggle, huh? Yeah. Some redness there around the throat. Strangle? Yeah. Could be. Deep gash there on the forehead. Broken vase there on the floor. Do you want to call the crime lab? Okay. Okay. Mr. Gray. Where's your telephone? Right in the hall out there by the bedroom. Thank you. You think you could tell us about it now, Mr. Gray? Yes, I think so. Do you have a cigarette? Yes. There you are. Thank you. Just a minute. I'll give you a light. Thanks. That's all right. Now, can you tell me just what happened here tonight? Earl Anderson, that's my friend, lives two houses down. He and I went out after work. We usually do once or twice a week just to have a few beers. I don't know. I felt pretty good. Guess I had a couple too many. Earl said it was late and we better be getting home, so he did. I had a little too much to drink, so he drove. I see. Where were you and your friend drinking? The bar right across from where we work. Earl Anderson and me. A lot of the men go there for a beer right after work. Were there quite a few men from work in there tonight? Yeah, quite a few. I wonder if the other officer found the phone all right. Yes, sir, I'm sure he did. Kind of hard to find sometimes. Wife had it covered with little curtains. It's all right, Mr. Gray. Let's try to take it easy. They're on their way. Right. He was telling me that he and his friend Earl Anderson stopped after work. They had a couple of beers, and then the two of them drove on home. I see. Is that right, sir? Yeah, that's right. Well, we got home and I was feeling pretty good, so I asked Earl to come on in and have a little nightcap. Mm. What time was that? When you got Home about half past six. Earl didn't want to come in because he said Hazel would be upset with me because we were a little late. Anyway, I finally talked him into coming in with him. Was your wife upset? A little bit, yeah. She used to be unhappy when I was late because of dinner. But she was never unreasonable. I didn't make it a habit to stay out unusually late anyhow. I see. It was terrible. It was terrible. When we got in the house, the first thing Hazel asked me was if I'd looked at the car. Whose car was that? It's our car. Dodge Sedan 42. It's parked across the street now. Wonder if we might check back here a little. Yeah, I thought I understood you to say that you felt that you'd had a little too much to drink. So your friend drove this Earl Anderson? Yes, but it was his car. I guess I should have made that a little clearer. You see, we take turns driving home, either his or my car. We trade off to fight the traffic, no matter whose car. I see. Wonder if you'd go on, please. I didn't know what she meant by asking if I'd seen the car. She said someone had let all the air out of the back tires. Do you know why anybody'd want to do a thing like that? No, I had no idea who'd do that to us. Hazel said she wanted to use the car tonight. She had to go to a friend's house to help her do some remodeling or something. She didn't say a word about my being late. I thought the car had kind of taken her mind off it. Told her I'd go out and look, see if I couldn't fix it. Well, did it strike you as being important that you fix the car right away? How do you mean? Well, sir, I was just thinking I wouldn't want to go out in all that rain unless it was something pretty important. Well, I didn't want to either. But I figured all I'd have to do was put a little air in the tires and then drive it down to the gas station. I see. Do you want to go on? Earl said he'd be willing to give me a hand. So we went out to have a look at the car. One look at the tires and I knew we couldn't fix them. Somebody had cut them with a knife or something. They were beyond repair. Do you have any idea who did that? No, I couldn't figure it out. I have no enemies that I can think of. No one that'd do a thing like that. What did you do then? Earl and I figured that we'd better take the wheels off take him down to the garage and buy some new tires. I borrowed Earl's jack and we took off the wheels. Earl said he'd be glad to take the wheels down and that I'd better go back in the house with Hazel because she might wonder what we were doing about fixing the car. I understand. We talked back and forth for a minute or two and I finally insisted that I go. Where did your friend Earl Anderson go? To his house. I dropped him off there. Where does he live? Just two houses down the street. After I dropped them off, I went down and picked up two new tires and two tubes and they mounted them on the wheels for me and I came back. About what time was it when you got back here to the house? Do you remember? I don't know. Somewhere around 9:15, I guess. Then what did you do? I was gonna put the wheels on but I thought I'd better go back in the house and tell Hazel I'd have the car fixed. A minute? Yes? Minute I walked in the door, I knew something was wrong. Seemed like I could feel it. I called to her. She didn't answer. Went through the house and when I got to the dining room, found her. We'll have to ask you to come downtown to us, sir. You'll have to give us a complete statement on this. Is that necessary? Yes, sir, I'm afraid it is. All right. Wonder if it'd be all right if I called my friend Earl Anderson to go down with me. I haven't told him about this. Well, notified this friend of yours. Earl Anderson? Yeah. When you spoke with me on the phone, didn't you say something about your best friend saying that he thought that you killed your wife? Did I say that? Yes, sir, you did. I didn't mean it that way. How did you mean it? I've been drinking earlier tonight, like I told you. I guess I must have gotten mixed up when he didn't say that you killed him. No. No, he didn't. Well, I know there's been a strain and a pretty bad shock, Mr. Gray but you told us that you didn't say anything to Earl Anderson about this. Now, isn't that right? I'm so sick and upset. Is that what I told you? Yes, sir. You asked me if it'd be all right if you called your friend. You said you hadn't told him anything about that. I did. I called him right after I got home. I was terrified. I didn't know what to do. Then you did mention your wife's death. Doing? Yes, sir. Way you men are questioning me, your tone sounds as if you think I might have done this. Well, sure. We're just trying to get the facts straight. Right now, anybody's a suspect. I didn't do this. I swear to God. I didn't kill my wife. Do you have any idea who might have wanted to kill Ms. Gray? No. No. Hazel and I didn't have many friends. No enemies that I knew of. I see. You men have any ideas at all? Can you tell anything from what you've seen? We might know a little more after the crime lab checks things over. As soon as the lab men get here, then you can start on the case. No, sir. We've already started. 10:15pm we continued to question Leonard Gray, the husband of the dead woman, Hazel Gray. His answer seemed to follow the same general pattern of hazy confusion. Ben and I weighed the possibilities and cause for his evident confusion. He admitted that he'd been drinking earlier that evening. The tremendous shock of the death of his wife, the complete interrogation necessary in the investigation. All these things could prove to be reason enough for Leonard Gray's apparent confusion. They could all be possibilities of pretense as well. We had to be sure. We asked him about relatives and in laws. He told us that his parents were not living. That his wife's mother and father resided in Los Angeles, in the southwest section of the city. He gave us the address. He furnished us with a list of his friends and his acquaintances. He was feeling quite badly, but seemed to want us to continue with the questioning. From time to time he would add unimportant bits of his story which he had omitted the first time through. 10:17pm the crime lab crew arrived and went to work. Gray's friend, Earl Anderson, was picked up and brought to the murder house. Any idea who did this thing? We're working on it. Just one thing I want to make sure of. Yeah? You don't suspect Len, do you? Why do you ask that? Well, I know how something like this can be. Len and Hazel are wonderful people. Very good friends of mine. Just wanted to go on record as being able to vouch for Len. He wouldn't do a thing like that. Is that what you wanted to tell her? Well, yes, sir. I've known Len for about five years now, going on six. We work at the same place. Just want to vouch for him, that's all. Would you know of anyone who might have a reason to kill Mrs. Gray? Not a soul in the world. Hizzle was wonderful to everybody. She didn't have any enemies that I know of. Such a pretty girl. We know that you're a close friend of Gray's. Maybe you'd be able to answer a couple of questions for us. Any way I can be of help to you. How did Mr. And Ms. Gray seem to get along? I mean, did they have any arguments that you know of? I really don't think I should go into their personal life in this thing. You mean you don't want to answer? No, sir. Isn't that. It just seems. It's really not my place to go into it. We're gonna have to question everybody that the Grays knew. All their friends and acquaintances. Appreciate any help you could give us. Well, it isn't that I don't want to help. I know that if I answer, it's gonna make Len look bad. At the moment, we'll have to get all the facts from one source or another. Well, they used to have some arguments. Guess you'd find it out from the neighbors, anyway. Were the arguments that bad? Pretty loud? Yes, sir. I don't mean to imply that Len ever struck Hazel, but she used to get quite put out with him sometimes. Why? How do you know? Len likes to go out with the boys. You know, booze it up quite a bit. She used to tell him that she wasn't gonna put up with it any longer. He said he never struck her. Not that I know of. So I didn't. Did they have these arguments often? I don't feel right talking this way about Len behind his back. Well, I know that as his friend. You want to get this thing cleaned up. Yes, sir, that's right, I do. Yes, he used to have quite a few arguments. Please understand that these differences of theirs may have been loud, but I know Len would never think of hurting Hazeln anyway. See? Did you find out who sliced the tires on Len's car? We're checking on it. Wonder if that couldn't have some bearing on this. Yeah, possibly. Anderson, we'd like to have you go back to the time you and Mr. Gray got home. Just tell us exactly what happened. Would you? Will you excuse me for a minute? Sure. Friday. See you a minute. Right. Harris. I'll be right back. You okay? We're just about through. It's all photoed. Lifted some prints. Coroner's ready to take the body. Okay. Yeah, it's all right. Get anything besides the prints? Yeah, a small piece of blue cloth, white button attached. Looks like it was ripped off a Shirt. Where'd they find it? Near the body. We'll see. You fellas back the officer. Yeah. Okay, Harris. Thank you. I was just telling your partner, sergeant, while you were out of the room. Yes, sir. In this kind of a case, if it turns out to be murder, you have to know the whereabouts of everyone concerned, don't you? Yeah, we do. I suppose Len told you about his going down and get the tires fixed on his car? Yeah, he did. Did he tell you that I was at home during that time? Were you? Yeah, I was. I don't mean to try to tell you your business or anything like that, but isn't that the sort of information you have to have? Yeah, that's right. Is there anything else you'd like to know? Yes, sir. Who killed Hazel Gray? You are listening to Dragnet from beginning to end. Dragnet is the authentic story of your police force in action. Now, from beginning to end, the Fatima story. Actual convincing proof that in Fatima, the difference is quality. Quality of tobaccos. The finest domestic and Turkish varieties, extra mild and superbly blended to give you a much different, much better flavor and aroma. Quality of manufacture, Smooth, round, perfect cigarettes rolled in the finest paper money can buy. Manufactured in the newest and most modern of all cigarette factories. Quality even to the appearance of the bright, clean, golden yellow package, carefully wrapped and sealed to bring you Fatima's rich, fresh, extra mild flavor. Because of its quality, its extra mildness, its better flavor and aroma, more long cigarette smokers are now insisting on Fatima than ever before. 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The Grays had been known to argue quite frequently. The arguments were loud, but no one could say that they ever showed any physical violence toward one another. Was the Opinion of the relatives and in laws that Leonard Gray drank too much. Earl Anderson, his friend, was checked and found to be a completely reliable man. We talked with the repairman at the garage where Gray had his tires exchanged. His story was correct in every detail. Earl Anderson's wife was checked. She vouched for the Grays as well as her husband. Ben and I talked with Captain Steed for an hour. 1:45am well, Skipper seems to feel like I do about it. Yeah, my husband. Gray, huh? Sure looks that way, doesn't it? We've been over that story three times with him and we get three different versions. Yeah, I know. He's completely sober now. He should be able to tell a straight story. No, I don't know, Joe. Yeah, well, I'm not completely satisfied as far as that goes. The captain isn't either. You heard him. I'll admit Gray looks bad right now. What do you think? I don't know. I got it. Fine. Homicide. Romero. Yeah, Edwards. No, Joe's right here. You want to talk with him? Oh, fine. Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Oh, yeah, okay. Thanks, Bob. Georgia Juvenile. Yeah. Picked up a couple of kids. They confessed to slashing the gray stars. All right, clears that up. Didn't seem to figure in any way did it to you? No. Somebody did it to draw Gray out of the house. Well, it's cutting it pretty thin, isn't it? Yeah. What's the time? 10 minutes to 2. Guess I better call Leighton Print, see what they got. Okay. Did Edward say that they were gonna hold those juveniles for us? Yeah, I said they were bringing them down here for interrogation. Okay. Well, hi. Hi, Mac. Camaro. Yeah. Uh huh. Good. You're right. Thanks. Yeah. You got something? What'd he say? One of the prints, they left it out. There is a palm print. McLaughlin says it'll work for elimination. Something else? Yeah, a print was Preston's pots of blood. The killer of Hazel Gray had left behind him a clue to his identity about which there could be no mistake. His palm print. The prints of the dead woman, Hazel Gray, were checked and eliminated. They weren't hers. 2:40am Leonard Gray and his friend Earl Anderson were taken down and fingerprinted. Their palm prints were also taken. Both men were returned to the interrogation room. Sergeant, why do we have to be fingerprinted? Just routine. Just like I was telling you, Sergeant Friday. What's that? Len and I have been suspects all along, haven't we? Well, it's just a matter of elimination. Anybody involved in any way has to be checked out. Didn't the fellow down at the garage verify Len's story? Yes, sir, he did. It's the truth. I wouldn't lie at a time like this. I don't believe that anybody thinks you're lying, Len. It's just they have to be sure. That's right. Again, Interrogation room, this is Romel. Oh, yeah, right. Okay. Right away. Crime Lab. Joe Binker says he and Jones would like to see one of us right away. All right. You want to go? Yeah. I'll be right back. Sergeant, was there really any specific reason for us being fingerprinted? Well, we already told you, it's just routine. Wouldn't it be perfectly in line to find Len's fingerprints around his own house? Well, yes, it would. Yours could be there too. Earl. Yeah, I was gonna say that. I'm over at their house a great deal of the time. Yeah, we know. You mentioned that. Makes you feel kind of funny, getting fingerprinted. Doesn't make any difference what I have to go through. If you can find who did this thing. I feel the same way. Lens. Think you're any closer to knowing who did it? Well, possibly. You men have had little time to think this over. Do either of you have anything to add to your story? Maybe some small detail you may have overlooked? I've been thinking about it all night. I can't think of anything I haven't already told you. Mm. You. Mr. Anderson? Hmm? Is there anything that you might have forgotten to tell us? Sorry? I was just thinking. Yes? There couldn't have been anyone Hazel knew, could there, Len? How do you mean? Well, somebody maybe from her past. Somebody she meant not have told you about. I don't see how that could be possible. You people checked your father and mother, didn't you? Yes, sir, we did. Well, that eliminates that possibility. Haven't you found any way at all of telling who it was that killed Hazel? Yeah, we have. Well, I think that Len here is entitled to. No, I'd be glad to leave the room if you want to talk to him alone. No, sir, that's not necessary. When we work it out, you'll both be told about it. If there's something definite, you'd tell me, wouldn't you? I think Earl's right. I'm entitled to know. Well, sir, we're assigned to the investigation, Mr. Gray, and we're doing everything that we can to get to the bottom of it. Sergeant. Len and I think you men know a great deal more than you've been telling them. His wife was a victim. It's his right to know how the investigation's going, isn't it? Well, I told you before. Whatever he should know, we'll tell him. Anything that we withhold from him is done for a good reason. Joe, want to take a look at this? Yeah. Thanks. Any. Harry, here's a report on it. Oh, thank you. Mm. That shirt belonged to either of you men? It's not mine. No? Why? What's it mean? I get it. Interrogation room, Friday, yachting. Right. Thank you. What about that shirt, Sergeant? What's it mean? This button here. Little piece of cloth attached, found with the body. You notice the front of the shirt here? Button ripped off. See how it matches? Yeah. It's not my shirt. It was found in your house. I never saw it before. It's not mine. The palm print was. What? The print of your palm. Blood stains on it was found near the body. What's he talking about, Earl? What's he mean? I killed Hazel. What? I killed Hazel. Why? Because I loved her. I think I loved her more than you did. You don't kill someone because you love them. You do if you love them enough. You ready to give us a statement, Anderson? Yeah. I'll tell you, I can't believe all this. I ought to kill you. All right, Great. Hold it. I can't believe it. My best friend. I wasn't your best friend. The story you have just heard was true. Only the names were changed to protect the innocent. On April 4, trial was held in Superior Superior Court Department 89 City and County of Los Angeles, State of California. In a moment, the results of that trial. And now, here is our star, Jack Webb. Thank you, friends. Let me tell you how to size up king size cigarettes. First, take a Fatima and then any other king size cigarette side by side. The two may seem to look alike, but they're not. Because no other king size cigarette has Fatima quality. That's right. In Fatima, the difference is quality. 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A robbery detail. My partner's Ben Romero. The boss is Captain Didion. My name's Friday. It was 11:23am when we got to 700 South Hill Boulevard. The Butler Accordion Studios. What do you think? Well, I don't know. It must be upstairs, I guess, huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. There it is. Main office, second floor. Yeah. Who is that, Joe? What? That portrait up there on the wall. Just a minute. Some printing underneath here. It's a nice painting. It says, damien, the father of the accordion, Vienna, 1829. What do you know about that? Must be it down there, huh? Yeah. Want to try? Yeah. Yes, sir. Are you Lewis Butler? Yeah, that's right. And can I help you? Police officers, Mr. Butler. I'd like to talk to you for a minute. Is your name Friday? Yes, sir, that's right. This my partner, Sergeant Romero. How do you do? I'm sorry, Sergeant. I told you on the phone, I just don't want to talk about it. We'd appreciate it if we could have your cooperation. It's a pretty important matter. Well, I'm the only one concerned in it, as far as I can see. I just as soon forget the whole thing. Besides, I got a pretty busy day ahead of me. Well, we'd like to straighten you out, Mr. Butler. It concerns a lot more people than just yourself. Now, we're not going to take much of your time. Just a few questions, that's all. I told you on the phone, Sergeant, I don't want to talk about it. Can't you just forget about the whole thing? It's only going to take a few minutes, sir. All right. Come in if you want. Thanks, Frank. Place is in kind of a mess. Wipes away to mothers. You can sit down if you want. Oh, thanks. Thank you very much. All right, Pepper, I'll feed you. Just a minute. It's a nice cat you got there. Siamese? Little bit. Yeah, it's my wife's. Don't care too much for cats myself. All right, Pepper. Now, wait a minute. Jim knows that. Here you go, Pepper. That ought to hold you for a While. Look at that, Jill. Sure goes for that milk, huh? Yeah, he sure does. You're gonna have to make it fast, Sergeant. I got an appointment for lunch downtown. All right, sir. Just like to have you elaborate on what Dr. Hart told us. Is he your family doctor, by the way? Yeah, that's right. He had no business calling you in the first place. I told him I didn't want it to get out. What'd he tell you? He said you came to him for treatment night before last. You told him you'd been beaten up and robbed. He treated you for cuts and bruises about the face and head. No, it was nothing. Didn't amount to anything. Well, was there actually a robbery, Mr. Butler? Believe me, Sergeant, it didn't amount to anything. I don't even want to go into it. How much did the robbery involve? Money, I mean. I'd rather not say. I don't want any fuss with. That's why I didn't report it. Just isn't worth it to me. We understand the holdup men took more than $800 from you. Wouldn't you like to get that money back? I don't want to be nasty about this thing, but I was the one who was held up. Now, if I don't want to press the case, I don't see why anyone else should worry about it. It was my money. How about the beating that the thieves gave you? It's nothing serious. It's like I told you on the phone. I want to forget about the whole thing. Well, it must have involved more than just a few scratches, from the looks of you. And the doctor had to treat you. Take my word for it, please. I'm all right. I don't want to press charges. Appreciate it if you'd give us some kind of an explanation, Mr. Butler. Why? I don't want to bother, that's all. There's nothing to explain. Well, you have to admit that this is a little unusual. Somebody beats you up, slugs you, takes 800 from you, and you don't want to do anything about it? You're gonna have to excuse me a minute. I have one of my accordion students down the hall in the practice room. Almost time for him to go. I have to give him his lesson for next week. All right, you go right ahead. Long to be on. How about that? Yeah. Acts like he's scared to death. Well, whoever it was, they gave him a going over. Half of his head and bandages. Face all swollen. Sure. Something phony. Well, he's not gonna be much help unless we can Talk him into a crime report. Somebody's got to him. I'll bet on him. Oh, hi there, Kitty. Hi, Kitty. I've been thinking it over, officer. Sorry you had to come out here, go to all this trouble. But I just as soon forget the whole thing. I don't even want to talk about it, if you don't mind. We don't mean the high pressure you, Butler, but we'd like some kind of an explanation. Can't you understand? I just don't want to make a big fuss about it. I'd like to have you go along with my feelings in the matter. It's my affair, isn't it? No, sir, it's ours too. Half a dozen people like yourself have been beaten up and robbed in this neighborhood. All in the last five weeks. Now, if we can find the thieves, we can put a stop to it. We can make sure the same thing doesn't happen to your neighbors. Well, they're going to have to look out for themselves. I'm not getting tied up in a big investigation. The neighbors. Don't worry about me, friend. It goes a little further than that. You've been beaten up and robbed once. How do you know it isn't going to happen again? Well, it's not, that's all. I'll make sure it doesn't. How? What's going to stop the same thieves from knocking you over again? Look, if it's all the same to you, I want to forget about this. I'm going to have to be running along. It's getting late. Now, just one more thing, Butler. When the doctor was treating you the other night, this Dr. Hart, he says you told him that you knew who the hold up men were. Now is that right? No, he got it all mixed up. I didn't mean it that way. How did you mean it? I'm in a funny position. I just can't explain, that's all. I can't take the chance. Did the holdup men threaten you? I can't talk about it. Give me a break, please. You're making a mistake, mister. Play ball with those thieves and they'll ruin you. It's not only me, it's my family too. I'm not going to take the chance. If they threatened you and your family, you're taking more of a chance keeping quiet about it. They'll bleed you white. Blackmail, robbery, anything you can think of. Now this has happened before. Can't you see the spot I'm in? I know who they are. I know what they can do. I got A wife to think about. Would you put your family in that position? You're buying protection from a couple of hoods and I've figured out how much is it worth. How far can you trust them? If you pick them up, they'll know. I told you, I don't want anything to happen. Can't you see that? I haven't any choice. What else can I do? Help us put the thieves where they belong. You'll have all the protection. Needle are locked up. It's a big order. I don't know. You and your wife will be under 24 hour guard. Now that's a promise. How long would that have to go on? Long enough to bring him to trial and convict him. How about they warned me about telling the police? They said they'd get both of us if I did. Me and my wife. Now they meant it, too. They'd get us. What can you do about it? Get them first. After another hour of talking, we finally persuaded the robbery victim, Louis Butler, to come downtown. He dictated a full statement about the holdup and filed a crime report. He told us he'd been robbed and slugged late at night a few blocks from his music studio. $820 had been taken from him by two bandits, both of whom were armed, both of whom he recognized. He said one of the men was a Marvin Carter, a former bartender at a neighborhood tavern. The other was Ralph Quincy, a merchant seaman. We went across the street and met with Deputy District Attorney Fred Henderson. The next day the case was presented to the grand jury and a true bill was returned. The two suspects, Marvin Carter and Ralph Quincy, were indicted on one count of armed robbery. That afternoon, both of them were booked at the main jail and then released after posting a required bail of $10,000. 4:30pm Ben and I went back to the office and met with Captain Didion. How are you making out on it? Pretty fair shape, Skipper. The arraignment set for two weeks from Thursday. How about protection for the victim? Well, it's all set up. Butler and his wife are under 24 hour guard. Three teams of men on it. There's two thieves getting out on bail. It's not going to make it any easier. Who are you working with from the DA's office? Henderson seems to think we've got enough to convict both men. What makes them so sure? Well, for one thing, we got a line on a couple of good witnesses to the hold up. Excuse me. Robbery. Did he. Yeah. Mike. No, I'll check it before I leave. Right. What was that about? Witness A man by the name of Bartlett runs a drug store. He and his son were in the neighborhood when Lewis Butler was held up. They're supposed to have spotted the two thieves running from the scene. Have you talked to him yet? Just over the phone. We've got an appointment with him at 6:00 tonight. Take their statement. I guess I don't have to tell you. Stay as close to this thing as you can. If we miss this time, we may not get another chance. You know as well as anyone how tough it's been reaching these things. You know we wouldn't be this far along if Butler didn't decide to cooperate and file charges. I wish I knew how many victims there are in this thing. Just like Butler. People we don't even know about. So scared they don't dare file charges. Guess there's a dozen of them anyway. I can't figure it. People hire a police force on salary to protect them and their property. Then they turn around, try to make a deal with a bunch of hoods, buy them off. How far have you gotten on the hold up gang? What do you mean? The two men you've got, Tam Carter and Quincy. Anyone else working with him? Possible. Not sure yet. Both Carter and Quincy have juvenile records. That's about it. We're still checking on them. Robbery, Did I. Yeah. Tom. Mm. That right? No, I'll tell him. They're here with me now. Right. Thank you. It started already. How's that? The victim, Louis Butler, he got a phone call at his house a few minutes ago. Yeah. Figured it was one of the hold up gang. They gave Butler a choice. What they say, either he drops the charges or they'll kill him. 5:30pm Captain Didion issued orders that the two suspects in the case, Marvin Carter and Ralph Quincy, be placed under 24 hour surveillance. An additional team of men was assigned to guard Louis Butler. Each officer was carefully instructed to take all possible precautions to prevent the robbery victim and his wife from being harmed in any way. 6:00pm Ben and I met with the two witnesses to the holdup. A drugstore proprietor, Sam Bartlett, and his teenage son Harold. They told us that they'd been in the immediate vicinity the night Butler was robbed and that they'd gotten a good look at the two gunmen as they ran from the scene of the holdup. Bartlett and his son Harold identified the suspects as Marvin Carter and Ralph Quincy. Statements were taken and both witnesses were warned to maintain absolute safety secrecy about their part in the case. Next day we made arrangements to have the druggist and his son subpoenaed for the superior court arraignment. Six days went by. Thursday, October 17, 8:00am we checked in the office and found the message waiting for us. What is it, Joe? The druggist's son, Harold Bartlett. What about him? Found him in an alley, 3 o'clock this morning. What? Yeah. Flooded and beaten. Late that afternoon, Ben and I received permission from the doctors to visit briefly with our witness, 17 year old Harold Bartlett. His injuries were painful but not critical. The beating he'd received was nothing less than brutal. His left forearm had been broken and he'd been beaten viciously about the face and chest. He told us that he was on his way home from a neighborhood movie just before midnight when two men jumped him from behind on a deserted street. Well, I drove around some maybe five or ten minutes. Must have been at least three men in the car. Why do you say that? Well, there were two in the back seat with me. Somebody else had to be doing the driving. Mm. It had to be a sedan and a club coupe. I guess so, yeah. After we drove around a while, they stopped the car. And then they began slugging me. Didn't say a word the whole time. Just started slugging me. I asked him why and just kept slugging me. I see. At first I think they were hitting me with their fist. It felt like something a lot harder. A piece of iron or metal or something. That's when I grabbed the cloth off of my face and I started to holler. Mm. What happened then? Yes. Nobody hurt me. Nobody came anyway. One of the men swore at me and grabbed my arm, hit it with something. Sure sore. They didn't say anything to you all this time? No, not till just before they pushed me out of the car. It seemed like I was at that car for hours. When they started to talk to you, Harry, what'd they say? It was about that robbery my father and me saw. The one they talked to us about last week. What'd they say about it? I said, maybe this will help you keep your mouth shut, stay out of other people's business. They said that a couple of times. They said a lot more would happen to dad and me if we went to the police, if we were witnesses at that trial. You remember if the men called each other by name? No, I don't. I don't remember anyway. Well, son, you remember when we talked to you and your father last week? We told you to say nothing about the case to anyone. I remember, Sergeant. This is my fault. Well, did you tell other people that you were A witness in the case. Did you mention it in public? I guess I did, yeah. I didn't think it was that important. Guess I. I talked about it quite a bit. I'm sorry. It's my fault. That's all right, Harry. If you remember it, from now on, it'll save a lot more trouble. I remember, Sergeant. Those two men last night scared me for a while. Guess most of us talking, huh? How do you mean, son? They were warning me about staying away from the cops. They said they'd kill me and my dad if we were witnesses. Mm. They were probably just trying to scare us, huh? They were fooling. Well, you had a sample last night, son. Yeah. Were they fooling? After we left Harry Bartlett, we went back to the office and arranged for a 24 hour guard to be assigned to the teenage boy and his father. A thorough investigation of the attack on the boy failed to turn up any leads on the surface. The two robbery suspects, Carter and Quincy, were not involved. During the week that followed, we heard of no further threats or attacks either on the victim, Lewis Butler, or the witnesses involved in the case. Ben and I worked with Deputy District Attorney Henderson preparing the case against the two suspects. Two days before the trial opened in Superior Court, we got an urgent call. Yeah, I know, but how did it happen? Yeah. You're all right, Tom. Thanks. What's the trouble? Couldn't be worse. No victim. What do you mean? Mr. And Mrs. Butler have disappeared. You are listening to Dragnet from beginning to end. Dragnet is the authentic story of your police force in action. Now, from beginning to end, the Fatima story. Actual convincing proof that in Fatima, the difference is quality. Quality of tobaccos, the finest domestic and Turkish varieties. Extra mild and superbly blended. 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The complaining witness, Lewis Butler, failed to appear. For two solid days we'd been busy checking all of the Butler's friends and relatives in the city. They couldn't help. Each time the Butlers had left their residence, they'd been under surveillance. We'd had an understanding with them that in the event that they were in their automobile and for some reason the officers assigned to them lost them in traffic, the Butlers would immediately return to their home. On the night of November 3, under the pretext of going to a neighborhood theater, the Butlers made a right hand turn from a left hand lane of traffic. So it became obvious that they were trying to elude the officers following them. A check was made at their home as pre arranged and they failed to return. When they failed to appear for the trial, a bench warrant was issued by Superior Court for the missing couple. Deputy District Attorney Henderson asked the court to grant a delay in order to find the Butlers. It was granted. In the meantime, we'd gotten out a broadcast and an APB Missing Persons detail helped out in the search. Still no sign. Tuesday, November 12, 11am Deputy DA Henderson phoned us from the hall of Justice. When was that, Fred? Is that right? Mm, Thanks a lot. What do you have to say? The attorney for Carter and Quincy asked the court for dismissal. No complaining witness. Well, the judge rule on it yet? Yeah. Case dismissed. No matter how guilty the two men might have seemed, there was nothing further anyone could do. Without a complaining witness, our case was finished. The two suspects, Carter and Quincy, were released from custody in a few days. Quincy left town for the East. Carter remained in the city. The search for Mr. And Mrs. Butler went on. No sign of either one of them. December came and the Christmas holidays. New Year's. On January 16, Lewis Butler suddenly reappeared back in town and surrendered on the bench warrant. They explained to the judge that because of the numerous threats on their lives just before the trial, they were afraid to appear and that they left the state without telling anyone. The judge gave them a lecture and a warning and dismissed charges. Another month passed. February, then March. On April 2nd, we got word from Denver, Colorado that one of our former robbery suspects, Ralph Quincy, had shot and killed a 24 year old policeman while attempting a robbery in that city. Quincy was tried and convicted of murder and received a life term. In the meantime, we'd heard little or nothing about the other former robbery suspect, Marvin Carter. Another two months passed. Spring months wore on into summer. Monday, July 8 8am Friday Romero, see you minutes. Yes, Skipper. You want to sit down? I Got something for you. A hold up victim. Man by the name of Sheridan. Came in late last night, filed this crime report. Here, have a look. Thank you. Let's see, Joe. You can notice there it happened in the same area where we had that rash of holdups last fall. I see. Victim robbed and beaten. Suspects used the same approach, same mo Followed it right down the line. Yeah. Victim warned not to contact police. Bodily harm threatened if victim did so. How about the descriptions of the hold up men here? The victim? Pretty sure about them. Gaffney handled the report. The victim said he got a good look at one of the thieves. Gaffney gave him a bunch of mug shots to look at. Here's the one he picked out of the lot. Thanks. Have a look, Joe. Marvin Carter. As soon as the robbers report had come in, an immediate check had been made of Marvin Carter's last known address. An apartment in the West Pico district. The landlord revealed that the suspected moved at least two months before we got out of broadcast and an APB on him. Together with Sergeants Gonzalez and Henry, Ben and I started on the systematic check of all of Carter's known friends, relatives and associates. After that, we started on the places he was known to frequent. Hotels, bars, restaurants. No luck. Two weeks went by. There were no further reports of robberies where the M.O. of the criminal matched that of Carter's. Tuesday, July 26, 2pm we got a call from one of our informants, Bertie Simmons, who told us that he might have some information for us. He said it concerned Marvin Carter. He told us he'd meet us at MacArthur park on the 6th street side at 2:30pm 2:50pm you'll have to excuse me, Sergeant. Sorry I'm late. I have to move from that other place. Things haven't been going too good for me. That's all right, Birdie. What's the matter? No luck with the horses? Yeah, a lot of luck. It's all bad. If there's a pig in the race, I have to bet on him every time. Getting so I can't even pick him to show anymore. I don't know what else is new with you, Birdie? No job yet? No, I'm still looking down around some of the joints out there. And that'll mean keeping an air to the ground. Wanna smoke? Yeah, thanks. Don't mind if I do. Yep. Light for you. What have you heard, Birdie? Anything that'll help that Marvin Carter you're still looking for Marcher? That's right. Any rumble? I heard it last night. Having a Beer downtown. I knew you fellas were in a little bind on the thing. I always like to help you when you're in a bind. Well, what'd you hear? Burt Kyle is still in town, hiding out. Like I say, Always like to help you out when you need it. I know what it is to be in a bind. That's when you appreciate help most. I'm kind of in a bind right now. A little short, you know. A couple of dollars, Bert. That's all I have on me. Will that help you out any? Saved my life, Sergeant. Tell you the truth, I didn't know where dinner was coming from tonight. No need telling you. I appreciate it. What was this you heard about Carter still in town? There's a place down by Venice, near the beach. Carter's been seen there once, twice lately. It's a little seafood joint. Beer and clams. Down by the beach. Well, now, is that somebody's story or is it the real thing? The real thing, Sergeant. You know me better than that. No phony leads from me. Where's Carter supposed to be staying? Down there, you know. Well, I do and I don't, I guess. What do you mean? This mooch who told me about Carter last night, he didn't know the address. But he described the place Carter's supposed to be hiding out in. I know the joint he means. But you don't know the address. No, but I can point out the place he means it's a shack right along the speedway down there down by the beach. You want to run down there with us now? Sure. I'll point it out for you. I'm not going near it, though. Why do you say that? Don't want to mix with it, that's all. I got the wood. What do you mean? Carter won't be an easy one to take. How do you know? He's got a gun. 2:55pm along with our informant Bertie Simmons, Ben and I drove down to the beach town of Venice. Bertie pointed out a brown wooden frame cottage where Carter was supposed to be hiding out. While Bertie waited in the car, Ben and I checked it out. Was nobody at home. But there was plenty of evidence inside the car cottage that Carter was living there. I went back down the street to where we parked our car. I kept an eye on the cottage while Ben got to a phone to call the office. Pretty down here, huh, Sal? Yeah, it's a nice day. I don't get out in the air enough. I think that's my trouble. Some of this good ocean air makes you feel Like a million. Yeah. Did you notice the place where your partner went? The phone down the street there? Yeah, what about it? You see the sign? Beer and clam, right over the door. Beer and clams? Yeah. Best in the city. I know. I've been there. Only great. Good beer for a dime. Fresh clam, nothing better. You like clams? Yeah, they're all right once in a while. What am I going to do if you two have to wait here all night? Well, we'll get you back to town, Bert. We'll figure out something for you. Hi, Ben. Did you get a hold of Captain? Yeah. Marvin Carter was picked up downtown 20 minutes ago. What? Yeah, driving a rented car. Traffic unit picked him up. Will they tab him on his description? Not at first. Reason they noticed him was because he was double parked on a busy street and they pulled him over and got a better look at him. I did it. Any trouble with him? Not at first. Got him booked at main jail. Say, that's sure too bad. And what do you mean, Bert? It's your case, isn't it? How long you fellas been working on it? Just about a year, huh, Joe? Yeah, just about. Coming all this way for nothing. You're ready to make the pinch and somebody else does it for you. Must be kind of disappointing, huh? All that time, all that work. Well, Carter's in jail. That's the main thing. I guess we better drive back in, huh, Bill? Yep. Say, just a minute, Sergeant. No use coming all this way for nothing. Wonder if you'd do me a favor. What's that, Bert? That sign down the street. What? The blue and white sign. Beer and Clam. Wonder if you could drop me off right in front. Beer and Clam. Oh, yeah, Bert. All right. Sure nice of you. Just like I was saying. What's that? No use coming all this way for nothing. The story you have just heard was true. Only the names were changed to protect the innocent. On October 29, trial was held in Superior Court Department 86, City and County of Los Angeles, State of California. In a moment, the results of that trial. And now here is our star, Jack Webb. Thank you. Friends. Let me tell you how to size up king size cigarettes. First, take a Fatima and then any other King size. Now, side by side, the two look alike. But they're not. Because no other king size cigarette has Fatima quality. That's right. 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