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Captain Walker's wife had her baby boy eight pounds. Oh, that's. Well, she all right? Yeah, so's the captain. Look at the uniform on the waitress. Sure dress them up, don't they? Good evening. Hi, Daisy. Oh, hello. Didn't recognize you. What do you have? The usual? No, I think I'll have something else besides a hamburger this time. Here's a menu. Take a charge. Thank you. I'm kind of hungry. Maybe I'll take a meal. 42R816 West. Five shrimps. Good. Where's that? Right there. Oh yeah. 95 cents. What's all this? Stuff I've been reading in the paper. What's that? A couple of guys going around snatching purses and beating up women. Paper says it's happened seven times in the last two weeks. Roast beef, 90 cents. Roast beef's good too. Don't you know who's been doing it? No, not yet. What do you get with these? Liver and onions. Same as with everything else. Soup, potatoes and coffee. 85 cents. Honka. Just take the purse. Why do they have to beat up the women? We don't know. There's headlines staring me in the face every time I open a paper. I'm getting afraid to walk home at night. Do you get coffee and dessert with the salisbury steak? Yeah. 65 cents. 72 tea. Roger. On your call. Hey, do you guys know what I've been talking about? Yeah, Daisy, you know, I'll take the Salisbury steak. Yeah, so'll I. Hamburger special. Long two, well done on mine. Please burn. Okay. Be a couple of minutes. Thanks. All units in the vicinity of 1016 North McAd. That's us. Get four 84Ps and slugging code three. All units in the vicinity of 1016 North Madden. 484Ps and slugging code three. 61F. Take the call Got. Let her know we're going. Okay, I'll be right there. No, we're leaving. We'll be back. Okay. You know, I've been wondering. What's that? Hamburger and Salisbury steak. What's the difference price? To the police officer, the lowest thief and most cowardly is the purse snatcher who preys on women. For more than a month, lone women throughout the western section of the city have been robbed and beaten. The descriptions were confused and varied because the attacks took place at night. 10:06pm we got to the location on North McCadden where the woman was lying on the sidewalk. She'd been badly beaten about the face and neck and her jaw had been broken. Officers Reed and shell of unit 61F were already there. Any witnesses, Officer? Yeah, this man in the sweater here saw it happen. Says the victim's name's Swanson. This is Mr. Conn. How do you do? This is Sergeant Romero. My name's Friday. I wonder if we could talk to you, please. Yeah, certainly. Do you want to come into the house? Right over here. Will be all right. That officer there says that you saw it happen. That's right. I Was watching television. I heard this scream outside. I looked out and saw these two men beating her up. Can you describe them? The light wasn't real good. They're about as tall as you two, but they had slighter bills. How old were they? Could you see that? I'd say they were young. Maybe 18, 19. I saw them knock her down. It was terrible. They hit her and then they kicked her. They picked up the purse and ran down that way. And you called the police? Yes, but not right away. I ran out and saw them get in their car across the street. They drove right past me. Then they turned east there on Romaine. Can you describe the car for us? I got the license number for you. The last three numbers were 552. Just the three numbers? Yeah. Can you describe the car? What kind was it? Oh, I don't know. It was new. I think it was black. Maybe a sedan. Was it a large car or a small? Oh, kind of medium. Did you notice the back of it? Yeah, that's where I saw the license plate. No, I mean, did you notice anything about the car? Maybe a dent on the fender or a sticker on the window? I didn't look at the window. Did the car have a spotlight or a radio antenna? I guess. I didn't see any. I was trying to look at the license plates. Did you notice anything unusual about the car? Any identifying marks at all? No. No, I didn't notice. How about the make of the car? You see what kind of one? No. The last three numbers on the license plate were 5, 5, 2. California license plate. Yes, it was. That should be enough. Here. Do you think you'll catch him tonight? Do you know how many plates end in 552? While Ben called in a general description of the car and the two attackers, I talked to the other bystanders. I found out that the victim's name was Mrs. Freda K. Swanson, a widow. She had a room at 1003 North McAddan. None of the neighbors had seen the robbery or the beating take place. 11:28pm Ben and I arrived at Hollywood Receiving hospital to interview Mrs. Swanson. But she was unable to talk or to identify her attackers. She wrote on a piece of paper that she'd been slugged from behind. She never got a good look at the men. Besides a broken jaw, she was suffering from a fractured wrist, a broken nose and bruises about the face and body. Tuesday, July 2nd. The getaway car used in the attack on the previous night was found abandoned on Hollywood Boulevard and proved to be a Stolen car, license number 6 young 4552. The victim's empty purse was found inside. Routine investigation developed. No leads. We met with Captain Walker. Because the last four attacks had taken place within a six block radius. We set up a plan of decoys in an attempt to trap the two purse snatchers. Four policewomen from Juvenile Bureau and a special detail from Metropolitan Division were assigned. Tuesday, 4pm A special detail was ordered to the squadron for briefing. Hello, Joe. Oh, hiya, Dorothy. How's your tuxedo back? And mothball. Yeah. How are your feet? My feet? Nothing the matter with them. You're a good dancer. Yeah, I bet I could use some lessons. Oh, you don't need lessons, Joe. You need practice. Okay, let's get started. I don't have to tell you the risks involved in an operation like this. I want all of you to know where everybody will be at any given time. By all of you, I mean the police women and also the men who'll be in the squad cars. If anybody misses anything, stop me. We don't have much of a description of the men we're after. There are two of them, both about 18 years old. Usually they wear sneakers, slacks and sport coats. They've been in different kinds of cars, all of them stolen. They keep each car for a few days and ditch it. Pull down the map, will you, Joe? Yes, sir. Now, here's the area here. Residential. 90% of the dwellings have garages, so if a car is parked on the street, it might be unusual. Each of you will be given a list of cars stolen in the last 48 hours. Still outstanding. I want you to check all parked cars against the hot sheet. Oh, first hold up your purses, please. Young lady, that purse is too small, I'm afraid. Let's make it look worthwhile. Yes, sir. All right. Of course, you won't be carrying your guns in your purse. You wear a shoulder holster. Before you leave. Sergeant Friday will pass out some marked bills I want you to carry. Okay. Now, Policewoman Short, you'll board a westbound streetcar at Western and Santa Monica Boulevard at 9:03pm don't worry about these schedules. The streetcar will be there. Get off at las Palmas at 9:13 and walk south to Willoughby. Turn east on Willoughby to Hudson and north one block to Romaine. You go west on Romaine to Cahuenga and then retrace your steps to the starting point and you're through. Got it? Yes. You'll be covered by unit 81K. Captain. Yep. How fast or slow should we walk? Oh, I'd say a pretty good pace. No woman likes to be alone on the streets at night, so it'd be natural. Yes, sir. Policewoman Ball. Yes, sir. You'll board an eastbound bus at La Brea and Melrose at 9:35pm get off at Wilcox and Melrose at 9:45. Walk north on Wilcox to Waring. Turn west on Waring for two blocks, then north on Cherokee. Follow Cherokee for two blocks. Turn east on Romaine. Follow Romaine to Cole, then turn north on Cole. When you get to Santa Monica Boulevard, retrace your steps to your starting point. You'll be covered by unit 87K. Will the cars be cruising or will they be parked? Both Friday and Romero will be cruising all the time. I'll get to the others when I finish with these instructions. Of course. If you see any police car, give no recognition. Yes, sir. Captain? Yep. You said the two suspects wear sneakers? That's right. It'd be pretty hard to hear them come up behind you. I'd say so. Did any of the victims hear them? If they had, they wouldn't be victims. 9:00pm the decoy plan went into effect. We waited. Tuesday night passed. Nothing happened. Wednesday night, nothing. Thursday, July 4th. The decoy plan was enlarged to include a larger area. But everything was quiet. Friday, July 5th. Captain Walker decided that the new plan covering an area from La Brea to Vine street and from Sunset to Beverly would be kept in operation. 10:45pm Ben and I cruised the exposed area. We've been thinking about moving to a new place. Yeah. Only trouble is we don't know what's gonna happen. You mean if rent control goes off? Yeah. We don't know if rents will go up or down in Mariposa. A 507 party. We don't know what to do. We even tossed a coin to decide. That's about as good a way as any. Coin came up tails four times in a row. Yeah. Wife changed her mind on each toss notice. Agent Roger, 71R. Not a policewoman down there. Yeah. Nancy Shore. You've got her out there. South on Hudson, east on Melrose, then up. Wilcox to Sunset. All units, Willoughby and Hudson. 484 PS and slugging, code 3. Let's roll on it. 83F. Willoughby and Hudson, 4. 84 PS and slugging, code 3. We drove to Willoughby, just south of the corner and saw a woman sitting on the grass with a few people around. She was a young woman, about 25. Her clothes had been torn and there was a red weld on her right Cheekbone. She was trying to get to her feet as we came up. There'll be an ambulance here in a few minutes. Miss, can you tell us how it happened? My cheek swelling. Did you see who attacked? Yes, I did. I can tell you about them. Look here. I ripped off one of their pockets. These cards fell out. Driver's license. George Landon. Here's the piece of cloth I tore off his pocket. I'll take that, ma'. Am. Thank you. You want to stay with her? See if I can get a make on this license. Okay. Would you give me your name, please? Barbara Curtis. I live over on Hud. 80K to control one. Eight okay to control one. Go ahead. Eddie K. Check suspect for making warrants. George Landon. Male, white. Age 18, 5ft 9 inches. 155 pounds, blue eyes, black hair. Address? 2722 and a half Arthur Avenue. KMA 367. Roger, 80K. I'm gonna be robbed by a couple of young hoodlums. Did you see the car? Yes, I saw it. White, sidewall tires, club coupe. I tried to see the license plate. I couldn't make it out. What color was it? I don't know. Dark green, I think. I'm so mad I could boil. Can you describe the man? Well, you got the driver's license? It's all there. Well, that's just for one of them. Miss, you said there were two men. I don't know. I grabbed one of their coats and the other one hit me. Thing I'm so mad about is I tried to scream and nothing had come out. I understand. Hi. Hi. You're the 63F. We got the call. That's fine. This is the victim. Ms. Curtis, if you'll handle the report and see that she gets home. We gotta lead the chief. Check out here. Okay, thank you. Call back, Gil. We better get it. Come on. Run with you. 80K to control one. Go ahead, 80K. Suspect has misdemeanor and felony record. One arrest, suspicion of robbery and one arrest GTA. No wants at this time. Most recent address on suspect 27, 22 and 1/2 Arthur Avenue. Roger. Been in trouble before. Felony and misdemeanor. 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Thank you, ma'. Am. Is George Landon at home now? No, he isn't. But I think he'll be home soon. He never stays out late. He isn't in any trouble, is he? Do you know where he is? With his friends, I suppose. He's a popular boy. He really should be home soon. Where's he been, Ms. Linden? I don't know. He goes out at night, you know, with his friends. Who are they? Well, I really don't know. You see, it's difficult to keep track of a young boy. He's a big boy and he's full of vitality. He has to find things to do. Yes, ma'. Am. He lives here with me. I'm his aunt. I'm not married, so I take care of him. His parents died when he was a baby. I see. Does George work or does he go to school? Oh, he's finished school. You aren't here about that automobile that was stolen a year ago, are you? No, Ma'. Am. He had some trouble then, but I'm sure he didn't do it. Since then he's been very good. He hasn't missed a day's work. And he goes to church with me anytime I ask him. Where does he spend his evenings, do you know? Well, I told you, with his friends. A young man has to use up his energy. I don't try to hold him too tightly. Good boy. Like him. Can we look at his room? Oh, yes, it's right here. All right, I'll show you how neat he. Now, there. Isn't that nice? Yes, ma'. Am. I'm not trying to defend him. I'm only telling you about him. He keeps this room cleaned up himself. He smokes a little, but I've never smelled a drop of liquor on his breath. He's a very good boy. Yes, ma'. Am. He even reads a lot. You can see his books over here. Yes, ma'. Am. You mind if we look around a little? No, no, that's all right. Should be home soon. He's probably at a movie. Do you want to wait for him? No, that won't be necessary. He's always home by midnight. I'll tell him you were here. Oh, that must be George now. George. Yeah? These men would like to talk to you. They're police officers. All right, take it easy, young fellow. Let go. Hold him. Turn him around. I'm. Stand still, young fellow. It's no gun. What do you guys think you're doing? I didn't do anything. I was just out for a ride. This your nephew? Yes. Coat's torn, Joe. Pocket ripped off. This your driver's license here, George? Yeah. I lost it. When? Last week. It was found tonight. So what? How'd you tear your coat? Getting out of the car the other night. Here's a piece of cloth. A girl who was attacked tonight gave it to us. It matches the tear there in your coat. What have you done? George, tell her. I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to do it anytime. He talked me into it. Who talks you into it? He made me do it. He's got a gun and he stole the cars. He made all the plans. Who made all the plans, Tommy? Oh, we never did anything except hang out at the drugstore until that time a year ago. What's his last name? He said that it'll always be held against me and I better go along with him. Tommy who? Decker. Was he with you tonight? Yeah. He's the one that hit her when she grabbed hold of me. He's the one that always hit him. I never wanted him to do it. Where's the stuff you took out of that purse? Tommy's gonna hide it. Where? Back of where he works. Where's that? Garage someplace. I don't know where. He just started working there. Where does he live? Place on West 6th. I never been there. What does this Decker look like? Well, he's same age I am, but about an inch taller and must be 15 pounds heavier. He's got dark hair. How's he dressed? Just like me. Sneakers and brown slacks and a tan sport coat. Better call the office, babe. Yeah. Can I use your telephone, ma'? Am? Oh, it's in the hall behind the door. Thank you. You said Decker's got a gun? Yeah. Officer, will you tell me the truth? I'll chime in. Are George and this Tommy Decker the two men the papers have been writing about? I'm afraid so. The ones who've been robbing the women? Yes, ma'. Am. And beating them up? Yeah. I didn't mean it. I didn't know what I was doing. I raised you, George. I didn't either. 11:42pm we checked in at with the 18 year old suspect, George Landon. While Ben and a police stenographer took down the statement. I went down to R and I and pulled the package on the other suspect, Thomas Decker. His mama sheet showed a petition had been filed on 459pc and 488pc. They also showed three different recent addresses for Decker. One on West 6th street, one on South Mariposa and a third on North Catalina. Two units were dispatched to the first two addresses. Ben and I went to the address on North Catalina. Rooming house. We learned from Decker's landlady that he was working as an apprentice mechanic on the swing shift at a large garage on South Flower Street. 12:51am Ben and I arrived at the garage. I beg your pardon. Yes? Police officer. Does Thomas Decker work here? Yeah, he works here. Hey, Decker. Hey, Decker. Yeah, uncle, the guy's here to see you. There he is back there. Thank you. 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It was really blowing last night. Woke me up a couple of times and. Not me. I slept like a baby. What'd you say the name here was? Olson. Yeah, got it right here. Reverend Andrew Olsen doesn't seem to be anybody at home. I'll try it again, Huh? We said on the phone he needed to be here at the church. Where's that? Just around the corner. Faces on South Spring. Not a very wealthy man looking neighborhood. It must be the church up there. Sure could stand a coat of pain. Grounds are well kept, aren't they? Nice flower beds. Look at that. Giant pansies. Tried some in the backyard last year. Too bad. What do you mean? Giant snails. Sliced them right off at the roots. Guess that must be him up at the front, huh? Better close the door, huh? Oh, yeah. Come on. Excuse me, sir. Oh, didn't see him. You the Reverend Olson? Yes. Can I help you? My name's Friday, Reverend. I talked to you on the phone. Oh, yes, Sergeant. This my partner, Sergeant Romero. How you doing that night, Sergeant Marrow? That's Romero, Raymond. Oh, excuse me. Romero. Didn't expect you so soon. A little busy here fixing the pulpit. It happened last Sunday. What's that, Raymond? I guess I got carried away with my sermon. Quite a commotion. Oh, I leaned forward in the pulpit. This whole section here just splintered and broke right off. Ruined my whole sermon. Well, I can finish this up later. Have a chair there, officers. No, thank you very much. Well, there it is, Sergeant. The names, descriptions. Mr. And Mrs. Tom Herbert. That's the name they used anyway. Would you mind briefing us on how it happened, Reverend? When did you first meet this couple? It came to us a little over a month ago. I didn't have any reason to be suspicious. Mr. Herbert showed me some fine references. I didn't think it was necessary to check them. What kind of approach did they use? Could you tell her? The first visit, Mrs. Herbert did most of the talking. She told me she and her husband wanted to write a history of our church. It was supposed to be part of an historical book on all the churches in the county. Naturally, I felt a little flattered about it. Did this Mr. And Ms. Herbert make any demands for money or to write about your church, I mean? Oh, no, no, there was no money involved at first. They said all they wanted was our cooperation and doing some of the research work. You know, looking up dates, names, things like that. I see. You seem very sincere. Both of them didn't drink, smoke? They worked very hard during the search. Writing. I don't know why they had to change. Would have been nice having history written about our church. Yes, sir. What did they first bring up, the idea of money? Well, Mr. Herbert came to me one day and showed me this letter. It was supposed to be from the people who were going to publish the history of our church. Letters said, well, because of certain business reasons, the whole thing was off. They couldn't publish the book. Mr. Herbert acted very sorry. Did he leave that letter with you, Reverend? No, he took it with him. I felt badly about the whole thing. They're doing all that work and then the book not being published. Did the Herbert broach the idea of you and the putting up the money to print the book? Well, no, not exactly, but I guess they gave me the idea. How do you mean? They suggested that I talk it over with the church board. So I did. We all agreed it'd be a shame to give up the idea of the book after so much work had gone into it. Is that when you agreed to finance the book? Well, the board and I did, yes. It's all my fault, though. I helped to persuade them. The money came out of church funds. Is that it? As a matter of fact, we only have a small operating fund. So you can see we're a small church. Congregation isn't wealthy. And where'd the money come from, sir? Well, for one thing, the Ladies of the Altar Society put on a Sunday afternoon ham dinner. It made some money. And then the Herbert suggested we help sell advertising to pay part of the cost. So we did that too. It still wasn't enough. Well, exactly how much did you turn over to the Herberts? $804.61. I had to borrow 350 from the bank to make it. It'll all have to be paid back. People who paid for their advertising too. It'll all have come out of our pocket. It's a terrible thing. Yes, sir, it is terrible. I don't know what I'm going to do. Hate to ask the congregation for it. Their offerings have always been so generous. And they're not wealthy. They're just working people. When was the last time that you heard from this Mr. And Ms. Herbert, Reverend? Week ago, I guess. Yes, it was last Monday. I got anxious and called them at their hotel. It's on South Grand. I can give you the address. They told me when the books would be ready and said it would be on Tuesday. That's the last I heard of him. No forwarding address? No other place that you think we might find them? No, I'm sorry. Just don't have any idea. So hard to believe anyone would do such a thing to us. Yes, sir? Wonder if we could have the address of their hotel? Yes, all right. If you'll come with me, I have it over at the house. Did Mr. And Ms. Herbert have a car, do you know, Reverend? I don't think so. If they did, I never saw it. I don't know what I'm going to tell the congregation. $800. That's a lot of money to our people. Yes. Tell me, Sergeant, I don't mean to be uncharitable, but Mr. And Mrs. Herbert, do they have a criminal record? Have they done this sort of thing before? Well, their descriptions seem to fit a couple that we've been looking for. They've been working the churches in this area on and off for a couple of years now. Can't understand why they do such a thing. It's almost like robbing a poor box. Yes, sir. They've done that, too. 11:15am we went back to the city hall and pulled a package on the suspects, Mr. And Mrs. Tom Herbert. They were a veteran man and wife confidence team who'd worked the Los Angeles area and other large cities around the country. Their specialty seemed to be swindling churches and clergymen. Over a period of 17 years, they piled up a long record involving frauds and various bunco games. But they'd only been brought to trial once the case had been dismissed for lack of sufficient evidence. 11:35am we took mug shots of Mr. And Mrs. Herbert out to the Rev. Olson, and he identified them. We checked the hotel on south grand where they'd been staying. No leads. We got out a local broadcast and an APB on them. Together with the sheriff's office, we sent a special bulletin about the Herberts to the pastors of the different churches in the city and county. From the list of names on the mama sheet, we began checking out all the known friends and relatives of the suspects. One of them was a Clyde Harris, proprietor of a physical culture school out in the Wilshire district. 1pm Tuesday, we drove out to talk to him. Which way, Jim? Right down the street. The blue and white sign there. Oh, yeah. Venus School of Physical Culture. I can make you an all American girl. Clyde Harris, manager. This looks like the office here. No, we're supposed to meet him in the gym. That's next door. Oh. Oh, yeah. Here. No, go ahead. Oh, yeah. It's back this way, I guess. All right, now once again, K. All together with me. 1, 2, 3, 4. Extend. Bend. Pull down. Extend. Bend. Pull down with me, please. Three, four. Mrs. Thomason, pull down. One, two. Pull down. One, two, three, four, ten. Pull down. Hold it a minute. No, I'm sorry, Mrs. Tollenson. You're doing it wrong. Your pelvis is all out of position. Excuse me. Are you Clyde Harris? Yes. Did you want something? Police are officers, Mr. Harris. Like to talk to you. Oh, yeah, Officer, could you hold on half a minute? Sure. Go right ahead. Francis. Francis, would you take over here for a few minutes? I have to talk to these gentlemen. Ladies, Francis is going to count for you for a while. You go right ahead with the lesson. I'll be back in a few minutes. Back here, officers? Won't take too long, will you? No, sir. Just a few minutes. Sorry to interrupt your list. That's all right. I just don't want to have the ladies thinking I neglected. They pay good money for these exercises. Yeah. Here you are. Have a chair. Thank you. You said something about Tom Herbert on the phone, Sergeant. What's it all about? Well, we understand that you're a friend of the Herberts, Mr. Harris. Yeah, I knew Tom and Doris a couple of years back. Haven't seen much of them lately. When was the last time you saw him? See, must be two, three months, anyway. Anything wrong? Well, do you know where we could locate him? I don't know for sure. Last time I saw him, they were at a hotel downtown. In South Grand, I think. Yeah, south grand, right near Pico. You have no idea where they moved when they left there? No, I didn't even know they'd moved. They haven't phoned or contacted you at all in the last month or so? No, not a word. They're not in a jam again, are they? We'd like to talk to them, that's all. Would you know of any of their favorite spots around town? Eating, drinking places? I don't think I could. Say they got around quite a bit. You checked with some of their other friends around town? The Pattons at Thompson's? Mike Runyon. What was that last one? Mike Runyon. Very good friend of the Herberts, Ben. No, I don't recall the name. Well, how could we get in touch with this Runyon, Mr. Harris? He's got a phone. Come on in the office. We'll call him if you like. Yeah. Thank you very much. I'll get Mike on the line for you, introduce you. Would you mind talking to him, Harris? Don't tell him it's for us. Just ask if he knows where the Herberts are. Would you mind? Yeah, all right. No answer. Maybe. Hello? Mike? Clyde Harris. Mike. Yeah. How are you? Fine, fine. Yeah, a long time. Say, Mike, you any idea where Tom and Doris Herbert are? Right. How about that, huh? You don't. No, that's okay. It's not important. Sure thing, Mike. Make it soon, huh? Right. Bye. Yeah. No, he doesn't know where the Herberts are staying. Saw him a week ago out in Hollywood, though. Says they're doing fine. How do you mean? Ran into him outside that big church on Hollywood Boulevard. They told Mike all about it. They really got religion. That so? Yeah. They're even writing a book about the church. We called back Mike Runyon, a friend of the suspect. And he gave us the location of the church where he'd seen Mr. And Mrs. Herbert. Ben and I drove out there and talked to the pastor, Reverend John Kenworth. We showed him the Herbert's mug shots, and he identified them. They were going under the name of Williams. And supposedly they were writing a book about the history of the church. To cover publishing expenses and research. More than $1,000 from Perry's contributions. Had been placed in a separate account at a local bank. Reverend Kenworth told us that it was a special joint account, and the Herberts had access to it. Ben got on the phone, called the bank. How's that? Yes. Yes, sir. Huh? Yeah. All right. Thank you. What? They say the two of them were in the bank yesterday. They didn't draw out everything. How much did they leave? $3. Ben and I checked with the teller at the bank. And showed him mug shots of Mr. And Ms. Herbert. He identified them as the couple who'd withdrawn the church funds. We went to the hotel address the suspects had given to Reverend Kenworth. They checked out two days before the search went on. Two weeks passed. We ran out of leads. No further reports on the couple. A month went by. Tuesday, May 23rd, we got an APB from San Francisco On a couple answering the Herbert's description. They were still working the church angle. During the next six weeks, we got reports on them from Washington. Washington, Oregon, Nevada and Northern California. In Sacramento, they apparently changed their MO for the first time. They started selling phony health insurance policies. They promised everything, and they had a lot of takers. One of the big selling points was a clause which promised full protection. If anybody in the family should come down with polio. From Sacramento, they headed south to Oakland and then to Fresno. On July 10, the complaints started to come in. And we knew Herberts had moved into Los Angeles with their health insurance racket. One of the first victims was a Carl Fogarty. He lived out in the West Lake area. Here's a policy they gave me. Sorry. Apex Health Insurance. Not worth the paper it's printed on. When did they sell you this, Mr. Fogarty, you remember. Three weeks ago, I guess. Never would have known it was phony. If my boy hadn't come down with polio. How's he getting along? Too good. Right leg. He's got it bad. There. It's not as if we don't have enough grief. We gotta lose out on this bum insurance. You mind if I take a look at that policy, sir? No, go ahead. Here you are. Thank you. Same outfit. Joe Apex Health Insurance. Same phony address. Yeah. Would you remember the man who sold you this, do you think? I think I would, yeah. I wonder if you'd mind looking through these pictures, Mr. Fogarty. Not at all. Just look at them carefully, if you will. Yeah. This one. That's him. I remember. Who's he? His name's Herbert. When he came in to sell you this policy, was he alone? Yeah, he was. And a real good sales talk. How much did you pay for the insurance? Let me see. $43 and some odd cents. I remember that because I cashed him a war bond. And I took $5 out of the rent money. Outside of this policy here, you have no other papers that the man might have given you? No, nothing. But this business card here. He gave me that. You see here? The same name. Apex Health Insurance. Yeah. Well, thank you very much, Mr. Fogarty. We hope your little boy pulls out of it all right. Yeah, thanks. Here's our cards, huh? There anything we can do, give us a call. Sure. Okay. About time we check the office, huh? I think so. Do you have a phone here, Mr. Fogarty? Oh, yeah. Sergeant. Straight back in the hall there. Help yourself. Thank you very much. 2572. That's right. Yeah. Fred. Joe Friday. Anything for us in the book? West 7th. Yeah. Okay. Right. Thanks, Fred. Anything doing? Looks pretty good. Office got a call from a printing shop out on West 7th. The manager's got an order he's not too sure about. How do you mean? It's for a batch of letterhead stationary business cards. Yeah? For whom? Apex Health Insurance. You are listening to Dragnet. For the step by step solution. To tonight's authentic case history. Here, step by step, are the actual reasons why Fatima is the quality King Siiz cigarette. Why in Fatima, the difference is quality. 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He told us that the order for stationary and business cards for the Apex Health Insurance Company had been placed two days before. He said he'd become suspicious after reading his story in one of the newspapers about the polio insurance fraud. He also said that the customer who had ordered the stuff was a woman. She told him that she would call and pick up the order. On Friday. We showed the manager a handful of mug shots. He could give us only a partial identification of Mrs. Herbert's picture. We called the office, told them we were going on stakeout and arranged for a relief. Ben and I spent the rest of Wednesday and all day Thursday and Friday in the rear of the print shop where we could keep an eye on everyone entering the room Place. Friday, 6pm no sign of the Herberts. Not a trace. Saturday, the same. No sign of either one of them. Monday, more waiting. The suspect stayed away. Tuesday, 3:30pm I went out the rear door, went down the street and got some cigarettes. And then I headed back for the print shop. Men, keep your coat on. Joe just called the office for a relief. Why? What's he doing? Have Clyde Harris, friend of the Herberts, guy who runs the physical culture school. Yeah, what about him? He called the office, wanted to talk to us. I phoned him out there at the gym. Yeah. He told me he was out drinking last night and he met Mrs. Herbert at a bar. She was alone to tell you where to find her. The Greenwood Apartments, 603. When the relief men arrived, Ben and I left and drove across town to the green. Greenwood Apartments on Taylor street was a three story frame building set back from the sidewalk behind a sloping lawn lined with a box hedge. We checked the names on the mailboxes. The name T.J. bronson was listed for apartment 603. We rang, but there was no answer. Better try the manager. Yeah, it's a nice place. Insurance racket must be paying off for him. Here we go. Yeah. Can I help you? Yes, Are you the manager here? That's right. Thatcher's my name. Can I help you? Police officers, Mr. Thatcher. We're trying to locate the people in 603. Oh, that crazy woman tried to blow up the place last night. Why? What do you mean? Mrs. Bronson. She came in drunk about 2am no sense at all. About 3am the folks in 601 called me and they said they smelled gas. I went up there and found her in the kitchenette. Not like a light gas stove turned on. Going full blast crazy. Where's her husband? Couldn't say. Chasing around again, I think. Hadn't been home in a week. Lucky I got to that gas before somebody lit a match. You said it happened about 3 this morning? That's right. Crazy woman. She'll be all right, though. Where is she now? Do you know? Yeah. Connie. Hospital. 4:25pm Ben and I got in touch with the office and arranged for a stakeout at the Herbert's apartment. We called Homicide and checked on the attempt suicide report. They informed us that the woman had been taken to the psycho ward. County Hospital. We went over to the hospital, checked at the main desk and identified ourselves. The nurse on duty had us shown to the ward where the suspect, Doris Herbert, was confined. She was a halfway attractive woman in her late 40s. Short, bleach blonde hair. Dark eyes with deep circles under them. She turned and looked up as we stopped beside her bed. Excuse me. You Doris Herbert? Is your name Doris Herbert? What do you want? Police officers would like to talk to you for a minute. I knew you'd be around. I don't care, ma'. Am. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of the whole rotten thing. I knew you'd come. We just have a few questions, ma'. Am. It won't take long. Go ahead. I don't care. Did you find him yet? You mean your husband? He's not my husband. Not anymore. Him and that cheap girl behind my back, sneaking around. 20 years we've been happy and he throws me away. Where's your husband now, miss? Her? With her. He's been with her a week. He doesn't even care I'm here 20 years ago. He cared. I found him, taught him something. I taught him everything he knows. This girl that your husband's with, where does she stay? Do you know? Yeah. An apartment. It's on Franklin, right on the corner. Franklin and Laurel. You were close, weren't you? You knew it was us. What's this girl's name? Marie Daly. I saw her with him. Tell me something. Yeah, you know it was us. Tom and me. The insurance. Yeah, we knew it was you. I didn't like it. It wasn't a clean game. Tom's idea. He made money, but I didn't like it. It wasn't clean. All right, Ms. Herbert, we'll talk to you later. No, not me. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die and forget all about it. Just be sure and get him, won't you, Tom? I tell him everything he knows. Get him. You're sure about the address? Yeah, I'm sure. Tell me something. Why did he have to do it to me? Throwing me away, lying, taking that cheap girl. Why'd he do it to me? You ought to have an idea. You taught him everything he knows. Before we left the hospital, we made arrangements to have Doris Herbert transferred to the prison ward. 5pm we drove out to the apartment house at Franklin and Laurel and checked with the landlady. She told us that Tom Herbert's girlfriend, Marie Daly had checked out of her apartment the day before. She said the Daily Girl had a middle aged man with her. We showed the landlady Herbert's mug shot and she had in as that man. She had no forwarding address on her, but she did remember the name of the express truck that called to pick up the Daily Girl's baggage. We checked with the express company and found that the trunks had been taken to the Lockheed air terminal. We started calling the airlines. 6:30pm we finally got a report that a man answering Tom Herbert's description had booked passage for two on a flight to Mexico City. The plane was scheduled to leave at 8:35 that night. Ben and I drove out to the airport and went on stakeout. 8:15pm we waited. 8:20. No sign of them. United Airlines mainliner flight 649 from Denver at intermediate cities. Getting a little late, huh? Yeah, it's 8 24. They're cutting it close. Going in the bar, Joe. Take a look. Yeah, that's them. Let's go. Not hard to spot. What's the matter with a girl? Looks pretty drunk. All right, come on. Raven and Water, huh? Marie, what you want? Yeah. Haven't got much time. We don't want to miss that plane. We won't miss it. You Tom Herbert? Yes, what is it? Police officers like to talk to you downtown. Just a minute. This must be some kind of mistake. No mistake, Herbert. We talked to your wife. Let's go. Where's the Tom. What do they want? Nothing. It's a mistake. Now look officers, I don't know what this is all about, but we have to get a plane. The 835. I can't go downtown with you. Can't we talk it over here? I'm sure we can straighten this out. Your wife copped out, Herbert. Now let's make it easy, huh? Come on, lady. What's he talking about, Tom? A wife? What does he mean? I told you, it's a mistake. Now, be reasonable, huh? Officer, all we want to do is take a trip. We've been planning on this. New clothes, new luggage. Here's your hat. Our car's outside. It's a mistake. You can't do this. We planned on it. We've been waiting a long time for this. Yes, sir. So wait. Come on, let's go. The story you have just heard was true. Only the names were changed to protect the innocent. On October 28, trial was held in Superior Court Department 88. City and county of Los Angeles, State of California. In a moment, the results of that trial. Now, here is our star, Jack Webb. Thank you, friends. Each week we're honored with letters from listeners all over the country. Letters telling us that you've bought Fatimas and you find them the best of all Long cigarettes. Well, thanks to you and the many thousands of other smokers who have switched to Fatimas, I'm happy to report that more people are now enjoying Fatimas than ever before. 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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 files. From beginning to end, from crime to punishment, Dragnet is the story of your police force in action. It was Monday, January 21st. It was cold in Los Angeles. We were working the day watch at a robbery detail. My partner's Frank Smith. The boss is Captain Didion. My name's Friday. It was 2:56pm When I got to room 27. A robbery, Joe? Yeah, Sure. Cold out. Paper says you'd warm up a little before the end of the week. I hope so. How'd your weekend go? Don't bring it up. What happened at my house? There's only one thing that could happen. What do you mean? My brother in law, Armand. All the time he just sits around the house. Sits there and reads those detective magazines. Doesn't he work? If he's ever held a job, he's kept it a secret. Just moves around between the relatives. This year it's phase two. He just sits around all day, huh? Yeah. Reads those detective magazines. Always send him for those books that are sent in the plain wrappers. You know, the ones that tell you how you can have a business in your own home. Yeah, I know what you mean. Well, this time he really did it. He sent for one that tells you how to go into the house cleaning business. I thought at first it might be a pretty good deal. You know, if it worked out, he could give Fay a hand with a house. Well, Saturday morning the book gets to the house with all the formulas and instructions for making the cleaners for the rug. Yeah. First off, he borrows five bucks from me to buy the stuff to mix the formulas. Then he goes to the kitchen and takes all of Faye's good pans to mix up the goop in it. Smells terrible. All those bleaches and soaps. I'm sitting in the front room watching television. All in all, I'm pretty comfortable. He comes in, he says the room is filthy and he's going to clean it. Tells me to get out of the room and he's going to surprise all of us. Yeah, well, he did. Faye and I took the down at the barbers to have her haircut. Did a little shopping for the weekend. You should have seen the house when we got back, Joe. Just miserable. What had he done? First off, he wasn't there. Left a note on the kitchen table telling us that he was out for a walk. I kind of figured what had happened. So Fay and me walked into the living room. Joe, you wouldn't believe it. Is that so? Faye almost fainted. Pretty awful. Worse than that room was beautiful. Everything in it was clean as a whistle. All spotless. Curtains, carpet, the upholstery. Even the tables had been waxed. What's wrong with that? Sounds to me like a pretty good deal, Fay. But what about her? Right away she starts climbing all over me. Reads me off for being so mean to him. Says all about how I should be ashamed of myself. Said that I should have thought of the house cleaning gimmick myself. I should have given him a hand in cleaning up the place. And that the next day off, we have to do the whole house. I tell you, Joe, no matter what the guy does, it always ends up making me look bad. Well, you say you've only got this year with him, huh? Yeah. Then he goes to Fay's sister in Piedmont. I'll sure be glad when that time comes. Yeah, don't blame it, hot shot. I'll get it. ADT211 bank robbery in progress. It took us a little over four minutes to get to the bank at the corner of Lebanon and Broadway. In that time, the biggest had completed the robbery and made good his escape. A radio car had arrived at the scene and the officers had Gotten a description of the car and of the bandit. They called the information into communications and a broadcast was gotten out to all cars in the vicinity to be on the alert for the holdup. Man 2:40pm Frank and I arrived at the bank. Back there. Bank yard? Yeah. I couldn't. Oliver. What do you want me to do? Touch and have him shoot that gun off? He'd have killed half the people in here. I'm not saying that you should have actually tried to stop him. All I'm saying is that there is something that you should have done. You just stood there and looked at it. You could see the gun. There must have been something you could do. I beg your pardon, sir? You get away. You're probably in cahoots with the robber. You probably came back to get the rest of the money. Well, Gibson, don't just stand there. Stop these men. We're a police officer, sir. You see, Gibson, they're police officers. You have a badge or something? After this, I don't think I'll trust anyone again. Yes, sir. Here's our identification. Oh, yeah. Officer Friday, this is my partner, Frank Smith. How do you do? I suppose you want to ask me a lot of questions. Well, there are some things we'd like to know, sir. You'd like to talk in my office? I guess it'll be more quiet there. That'll be fine. Would it be all right if Gibson came along? I'd like to have him see how a couple of real detectives work. Yes, sir. I think it'll be all right. Fine. Back this way. Officer Friday, this is Gibson. The bank garden. I use the term loosely. This Mr. Jones? That's Smith, sir. Frank Smith. Oh, yes, Smith. Sorry. Go ahead. Just sit down any place. Yes, sir. Thank you. Now, you listen good, Gibson. Yes, sir. Mr. Allen, you were the victim, were you? I certainly was. It was just 3 o'. Clock. Gibson was just putting up the chain across the door. You know, to keep people out. Yes, sir. Gibson was out there. I was in here in my office. Go ahead, Gibson, Tell the officers about it. Yes, sir. Well, he parked his car right in front of the bank. And when he pulled up, I thought it was a customer trying to get in before the bank closed. I held the chain for him. That was nice of you. What happened then, Mr. Gibson? As soon as he got the doorway, I saw the shotgun. He had it kind of under his coat, you know. I tried to stop him, but he had the gun pointed right at me. He said that if I made a move, he'd as soon shoot Me as. Look at me. You sure it was a shotgun or anything? Yes, sir. I could tell it was a 12 gauge. It was sawed off. Told me, get over in that little alcove near the entrance to our escrow department. I did. Then he told me to hand over my gun. I started to get it out of the holster. I thought maybe I'd have a chance to surprise him. But he must have known what I was planning. Why do you say that? He told me to face into the corner. Then he took the gun out of the holster. Mm. Well, I did what? He told me what happened then? He asked me where the manager was. I found it out. His office. Well, to this time, did any of the people in the bank have any idea what was going on? No, sir. The way he acted, he knew what he was doing right off. I knew there wasn't anything I could do. Kept thinking about the people in the bank. That shotgun didn't want anyone to get hurt. The only bright thing he did. You want to go on what happened then? Well, like I said, he asked where the manager's office was. I showed him, and he told me he wanted me to go back there with him. We walked back there, he put the shotgun under his coat, and by some miracle, nobody saw it. That's where he brought me into the picture. He just walked in, told me it was a stick up. He had this little leather bag, the kind a doctor uses. He opened it up, told me to walk in front of him. He made me carry the bag. Kept the gun at my back all the time. I could feel it. Made me walk down the row of windows, the ones into the teller's boxes. Each one he made me stop and ask the tellers for the money. Did he touch anything at all, do you remember? No. No, he wore gloves all the time. He was real careful. Wouldn't touch anything. After I put the money into the bag, he'd tell each one of them that if they made a sound, he'd kill me, then come back and kill them too. It was terrible. Almost scared me to death. Well, who was it that turned in the alarm, Walter? The cleanup man, sir. He was in the back of the bank and he came out of the vice president's office. He saw the robber and then he sneaked back into the room and called you. The bandit just barely got out of the place when the police car pulled up. We gave the other officers a description of the car and the bandit. Yes, sir. We heard the broadcast. All the cars in the area have been alerted. I wonder If I could have a drink of water, Officer, I'm so nervous. I'm still not over it. My stomach's going to be grinding for a month. You're a member of the Federal Reserve here, aren't you? Oh, yes. Well, then the Federal Bureau of Investigation will be in on it, too. Yes, sir. Water's right over here. I keep it in the office for my pills. I have ulcers, you know, sir. Would you like a drink? No, sir. No, sir. No, thank you. Well, what happened after the man finished taking the money from the cages? He walked out of the front of the place and got in his car. By that time, I could hear the sirens of the police car coming. He just left. On the way out, he said if we told him anything about him, he'd come back and kill us. Yes. He looked right at me when he said it. You've got to give me some sort of protection. I'm not going to make a sitting duck of myself. We'll take care of that. Could you give us a description of the man, sir? I've already given it to the two officers who are here. Well, we know, sir, but if you wouldn't mind. Of course not. How tall would you say he was? Oh, about 5 11, maybe 6ft. How old would you say he was? 30, 35. Around in there. How much do you think he weighed? About 160, maybe more. I'm not very good at guessing weights. How about his coloring? Was he dark or light? Light. Light. He had real light blonde hair. His eyebrows were almost invisible. They were so light that you almost couldn't see them at all. Same with his eyelashes. How about his clothes? Beg your pardon? His clothes. What was he wearing? Well, he had on a blue shirt. No, I'm sorry, sir. I think it was a white shirt. Was it? No, I'm sure it was blue. I remember because he was wearing a brown coat. I thought that he certainly didn't have very good taste, what with wearing a blue shirt and a brown coat. No, Gibson. No, the shirt was blue. No tie, brown coat and black loafer shoes. I remember these because they were the only thing about them that looked good. They look like those ones that are advertised in the magazines. You know, Skeighums or something like that. Black. Mm. Was there anything unusual about them? I beg pardon? Anything unusual about him. Anything that might cause you to remember him, know him, if you saw him again? Well, they were the bandages. What's that, sir? When he came in, he had bandages on his face. One over his right eyebrow, another on his chin right here, sort of on the throat. You mean regular bandages? I'm not sure. They were those adhesive, you know, with a gauze on the tape, all together. Oh, yeah. And you say he had one over the right eyebrow and one on his chin? Yes, sir. I still think it was a white shirt. I said it was blue. You trying to say that I don't know blue when I see it? No, sir. I just think that you might have made a mistake in all the excitement, Officer. Yes, sir. It was a blue shirt, all right. How about his car, the one he got away in? It was parked right out in front. Did you see it? Certainly I saw it. I was standing right in the door when he drove away. Can you describe the car? Yes, like I told the other officers, it was a late model Buick, dark blue copain. I'm sorry, sir, but it was a green Ford suit. Well, let's see if we can't let Mr. Allen tell his story, Mr. Gibson. We'll check it with you when we finish with him. All right. I don't know what you're trying to prove with these officers. After the way you handle the affair, there's no use trying to impress them with your prowess as a detective. It was a dark blue Buick coupe. Anything unusual about the car that you could see? Any dented fenders, stickers, windshield emblems, anything like that? Was your remember? No, I didn't notice anything special? No, sir. It looked pretty new as far as I could tell. All right, fine. Well, you two gentlemen have helped us a lot here. There are some questions we'd like to ask the other people in the bank. Oh, yes, that's what the other officer said. I told them all to stay. You like to talk to them now? Yes, sir. Fine. I'll send them in here to you. No, we can talk to them out there, sir. Be all right? Oh, fine. Gibson. Maybe you can help them, Officer. Yes, yes. I didn't want to tell you while we were in there. He'd probably make some remark. I didn't even tell the other officers. It's about the license number of the bandit's car. Did you get it? Well, not all of it, sir. Just the first three numbers. The bank guard went on to explain that in the confusion, he had failed to give the information about the license number to the other officers. We continued to talk to him. He told us that the bandit had tied a cloth over the rear license plate and that as he drove away from the scene, a corner of the cloth had come loose and he was able to see the first three numbers of the plate. We call this information into communications and a supplemental broadcast was gotten out in company with agents from the FBI. We talked to the rest of the employees in the bank. From them we got a fairly good description of the holdup man and of his car. They agreed that it was a late model dark Ford sedan with F FBI agent Tom Ashford. Frank and I checked by the office and asked the stats office to make a run on the MO we checked the oddity file and R and I on the possibility that the tape might have been used to cover scars or other marks that would make identification easier. 9:46pm we stopped and got some sandwiches and coffee and then we went to the DMV offices. Hi, Joe. George, you know Frank. Yeah, hi. How's it going, George? This Tom Ashford agent from the FBI is working with us on this. Oh, hi. Glad to know you. Yeah, same here. Where do we find the files here, George? Oh, what's your number again? 1U5. That's all we have. Not much. Oh, you'll find the files for that number in these drawers here. You know what kind of car it is? Yeah, Ford sedan, late model. We're not sure what year. Uh huh. Well, go to it. I don't envy you. Yeah, 9999 possibles. Well, that's it for the night. I think I'll shove off. Anything you guys need, there'll be somebody here. You can give me a call. I'll leave a home number on the desk. Right. Thanks a lot. Good night, Joe. Good night. Hope you find it before I get back. So do we. Well, let's get to it. Right. Let's see. 1U5. It took us the next eight hours to go through the almost 10,000 license registrations. Each file card had to be checked for a similarity of make and model. Each automobile in the Los Angeles area was listed and then each one in the entire state. Each of them had to be checked out. 6:02am Tuesday, January 22, we finished checking the file. That does it. I didn't know there were so many cars in California, let alone that many with a license that begins with 1U5 in the Los Angeles area. What's the total, Joe? How's it look? Well, we got a place to start here. 302 names. 6:30am we check back into the office. Then we went home to get a couple of hours sleep. At 8:30am Frank, Tom and I met in the robbery office. Captain Didion had assigned four other teams of men to work with us. The FBI had also assigned additional agents. The list of possibles was divided up and we began to check them out. We spent three days on it. In each instance we didn't talk to the person involved directly, but to their neighbors. We didn't explain what it was that we were after, merely that we were conducting an investigation. We ran into the usual false leads, the usual petty jealousies in the neighborhood feud. It all served to slow us down and make the job more difficult. There'd been no replies to the local or the APV that we'd gotten out on the car or the bandit. The staff's office had come up with two possibles on the mo. These were both checked out, but let us know where. We went back to checking out the license plate numbers. January 28th. The names on our list were down to seven. The next one was a Mr. Ivan Q. Field. We rang the bell to the house next door and waited. Yes? Sorry to bother you, ma'. Am. Police officers wonder if we could talk to you. Police? Well, what's it about? I haven't done anything. No, ma'. Am. We'd just like to ask you a couple questions about your next door neighbor, Mr. Field. I should have known. I thought a couple of times about calling you about him myself. Miserable man. I wonder if we could come in, ma'. Am. Might be better than talking on the fort. You just bet you can come right in. I'll tell you what you want to know. Thank you very much. What do you want him for? What's he done? Well, we're just conducting an investigation, ma'. Am. A few things we'd to like. Like to know about Mr. Field. Uhuh. Well, you don't have to play cozy with me. I know what kind of people they are. Can't understand it either, ma'. Am. I said I couldn't understand it. His brother's so nice. A real gentleman. Seems hard to believe that they'd even be related, let alone be brothers. Nothing but trouble since he and his wife moved in. You mean it's not their house? Of course not. Don't think either one of them could afford the rent on a one room apartment, let alone a house. Would you know if they have a car? No, no, not them. Like I said, I don't think he's ever worked. Just lives off his brother. His brother has a car, is real nice. What kind of a car is it, ma'? Am? Do you know? Yes, it's a Ford. You know what model? Model? Yes, ma'. Am. Is it a coupe or sedan? Oh, sedan. Real nice. Sort of a dark green. Only I guess it really isn't dark. Then it isn't light, really. Just green. Pretty, though. Yes, ma'. Am. Do you know if Mr. Field is in right now? Yes, I think so. I saw him out in the backyard a couple of hours ago, him and his wife. She was prancing around in one of them skimpy little sun suits. Terrible. No decency at all. I tell you, Officer, neither one of them's any good. Do you know what Mr. Field does for a living? Oh, you mean, does he work? Yes, ma'. Am. Oh, no. At least I've never seen any indication that he does. All he does is just sit around the yard and throw rocks at my cats. It's terrible. That's what I was going to call you about. Isn't there a law or something about throwing things at poor, dumb animals? Yes, ma'. Am. Of course, cats aren't really dumb. Lots of times I think they're a lot smarter than some people I know. I wonder if you could describe Ivan Field for us, ma'. Am. Oh, sure. He's kind of a little man. Not very big. About how tall, ma'? Am? Oh, maybe 5ft 7. How about his coloring? You mean his hair? Yes, ma'. Am. Dark, very dark. He lets us out. Looks that way. Well, thank you very much, ma'. Am. Sorry to cause you all this trouble. Oh, no trouble at all. Are you going to arrest him now? No, ma'. Am. Well, why not? What about the rocks and my cats? Well, I think the SPCA are the people you want to talk to on that. Well, all right. But I tell you right now, Mr. Field isn't going to like it. He likes my cat. Isn't going to like the idea at all when he hears about it. Just wait until he gets home. I'll tell him about his brother's been acting. Just a minute, ma'. Am. Yes? You mean that the man living next door isn't Ivan Field? No, I didn't say it was. It's his brother, Harry. Brother? What's the matter with you, young man? Don't you hear well, everything I say? You asked me to repeat. I don't mean to, ma'. Am. Just that I want to be sure of what you say. What's going on here? First you ask me a lot of questions about Mr. Field. And then I tell you that he isn't home. And his wife went back east for the holidays. They haven't come back yet. While he was gone, he said that his brother could use the house. I thought at first it would be nice. Then I found out Harry is nothing like his brother. Nothing at all. Well. Wonder if we could describe him for it. My, you want to know about everybody, don't you? Well, we just like a description of Harry Field man, that's all. Well, he's taller than Ivan. Harry must be close to six feet. Doesn't look anything like Ivan in any other way. Ivan's dark and Harry's light. His hair almost doesn't have any color. He's real blonde. How long ago do they move in? Well, now, let me see. Elizabeth. That's my Persian cat. Well, Elizabeth had her last litter in December. December 12th. Harry and his wife moved in the next morning. I remember that because I was up most of the night with Elizabeth. She didn't need me. Awfully independent. But it was the morning that they moved in. Oh, I remember it well. Elizabeth had six little kittens. It was December 13th when Harry moved in. And they've been using Ivan Field's car. Oh, my, yes. Hardly a day goes by, but what, they don't drive it somewhere? I wonder if we could use your phone, ma'. Am. Oh, sure. It's on the table there in the hall. Thanks. I'll check the name through R and I Joke. Would you happen to know if this Harry Field has any marks or scars on him? Well, now, let me see. I think so. Seems to me that I saw him and his wife out in the backyard one day. He was wearing swimming trunks, and she was in one of those sun suits I told you about. It's graceful. Yes, ma'. Am. Well, it seems to me that he had a scar on his leg. Yes, just above the knee. I think it was the right leg. No, what I meant, ma', am, was does he have any marks on his face, on his forehead or on his chin? No, no. No marks. Oh, wait a minute. The other day I noticed he had a cut over his right eyebrow. Looked like he'd been in a fight. Probably a drunken brawl. Joe? Yeah. Anything Talked to Cunningham. He checked the name. Looks like it might be the same one. What's that? They paroled a Harry Q. Field from San Quentin. Description checks out. When they parole him? December 10th last year. Did a term for robbery. You are listening to Dragnet. The authentic story of your police force in action. Chesterfield was first to name its ingredients. Ingredients that give you the best possible smoke. 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Remember this report and buy Chesterfield's. Either way you like them. Regular or king size. Premium quality Chesterfield and much milder. January 28, 4:30pm we called the office and told them of the latest developments. Tom Ashford called the local FBI office and arrangements were made to take Harry Field and his wife into custody. A further check on him was made through R and I and we found that his record listed four arrest for armed robbery with only one conviction. He spent four and a half years in San Quentin before he'd gotten his parole. The name of his brother was also checked. He had no previous record. The car in Field's driveway matched the one used by the bandit. 5:12pm the men from Robbery arrived and the plan for taking Field was formulated. The working detective knows that to successfully apprehend an armed and dangerous suspect, he must act quickly and employ the one big advantage. Advantage? On his side, the element of surprise. By moving rapidly before the suspect becomes aware of any attempt to apprehend him, the officer, in many cases can not only avoid bloodshed but can often have a better chance of preserving any and all physical evidence necessary to prosecute the suspect. 5:36pm we were ready to move in. All set, Joe. The men are on back. Good. No indication he knows what's up. The lights are still on. Let's hope it stays that way. Officer. Mr. Friday. The Jenkins woman. Yeah, Officer. Ma', am, would you mind keeping your voice down? We don't want Field to know we're here. Well, I'm not talking loud, but there's something I want you to know. Well, it'd be better if you went back into your house, ma'. Am. Just stay there. Alyssa's over with you. That's sort of what I want to tell you about, ma'. Am. Well, I got to thinking and I figured maybe Harry wasn't too bad a sort after all. We don't want to be rude here, but I think it'd be better if you go back in your house. All this talking is allowed to let him know that we're here. But that's just it. I don't want anybody hurt. So I called him. What? I called him, told him he didn't have a chance to give himself up. Unknowingly, Mrs. Jenkins had made it impossible to take the suspect without violence. By warning him, she had put him on the alert. We had no alternative now but to apprehend him as best we could. 5:40pm McCaleb and Crowley are covering the back. Other fellows are covering the side windows. All right, let's go. What do you want? Open up. Come on, Field, we want to talk to you. Yeah, I'll be there in a minute. Take it easy. Open up, Field. Police officers. All right, I'll be there in a minute. Let's go. He's stolen. Here, Block. Come on, let's hit it. All right, all right. Stand. Fireplace, Joe. I'll get it. Guys on parole. You cops won't leave him alone? I'm straight. Bag's full of money, Joe. Partially burned my money. I could do what I want with it. You bet you can. Hands behind you. Come on. I'll take him down. All right, He's clean, Joe. You got him, huh? Yeah, we got part of the loot, too. He's trying to burn it. Carly and I'll shake the rest of the house. Right, Mac. All right. How about it, Field? We got the money. People who can identify you. Car parked in the driveway. Fits the description. You've been through this before. You got out of queue on December 10th. You pulled this job on January 21st, is that right? Like I said, I fell once. I did my time. Joe. Yeah, Mac? Found his wife hiding in the back bedroom. Found a sawed off shotgun. All right, let's get him out of here. Say, Frank. Yeah? Message came in for him before I left the office. Forgot about it. Say who it was from? No, I didn't leave a name. Here's a number. Why don't you call. Call it now. We can take Field in. Good, Mac, thanks. We'll be right behind you. We want to talk to his wife anyway. Okay, Phil, let's go. All right. Come on, Frank. Come on. Hollywood 24709. I don't know anybody with that number. Well, a simple way to find out is to call him. And it's kind of late. Well, go ahead and call him anyway. Yeah. Here's the phone. I'll check with you later, Joe. Frank. Right, Tom. We'll check you. Bye, Tom. Come on, let's go. I want to use the phone. Oh, yeah, go ahead. You got a dime? Yeah, I'll leave it for the call. Wonder who it is. Hello? What place is this? Oh, well, this is Frank Smith. Are you looking for me? Yeah, yeah, he does. Oh yeah, that's. That's the right address. Yeah, I should have known. What's that cough? From the Murphy House Cleaning Company. They were. My brother in law called them in to clean up our house. Yeah, what about it? Now they want to know where to send the bill. The story you have just heard was true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On February 19, trial was held in federal court. City of Los Angeles, State of California. In a moment, the results of that trial. Now here is our star, Jack Webb. 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