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My name's Friday. We're on our way back to the office when a 2-11 robbery call came in. It was at 12.18 a.m. when we got to the corner of Oxford and Barton Avenue. The Moyle's Bar and Grill. The officer back there. Something I can do for you? Friday and Smith's Central Robbery. Assurance and unit 6-L-8-6. Do you answer the call here? Yeah, I'm a partner in me. He's on the other side of the place. What do you got? A couple of guys in a woman's shot. My partner's with him now. One of them is one of the holdup men. Did you get a description? Yeah, just put it out. All right. Guy that owns the place is back there if you want to talk to him. Yeah, we do. Could he witness the shooting? Yeah. Mr. Moyle. Yeah. These men like to talk to you. This is Sergeant Friday, Officer Smith. How are you doing? How are you? How are you doing? Anything more you need me for, Sergeant? No, that's all thanks. We'll check the vicinity, see if we can come up with anything for you. Go ahead. You guys will handle the crime report, will you? Yeah. Right. I don't think you want to check on the ambulance crew when I talk to Moyle's here. Yeah, sure. You want to tell me what happened? I just told the other officer about it. Isn't that enough? Well, we'd like to get the story from you. Uh, mind if we go over and sit down? The whole thing's been a strain. Surely. This all right here? Mm-hmm. All right, sir. You want to start? First off, I'd like to ask you a question. What's that? Do I look like a weakling to you? Well, it's kind of hard to say, sir. Not at all. A simple arithmetic. I'm 5' 10", 185", never run from a fight in my life. Uh-huh. Working a bar, you handle some pretty tough ones. Loud mouths, guys that are trying to make time with some girl. You meet them all. Mm-hmm. Never had trouble with any of the rough times. Stood up and was counted. Yes, sir. You could just tell us about the shooting. Just what I'm getting to. First time in my life, I wanted to dig a hole in the floor. Got to me. Mm-hmm. I told you I'm not a coward, but when bullets started going around, I wanted out O-U-T. Yes, sir. I understand. Now, I suppose you tell me what happened here. Around 11.30, there are only a couple of people in the place. A young couple over here having coffee. And Elaine and George. Who are they? Two of the people who were shot. George, Trayburn, and Lane Cronin. They're regulars. I see. They're sitting here having a beer. We're talking. Uh-huh. Almost every night, Elaine comes in after work. She's a waitress, nice girl, real sensible. What about Trayburn? He's a security guard at some kind of plant out in the valley. Aircraft, I think. Not sure about it. All right. Do you want to go ahead? All three talking when these two guys come in. First, I thought of somebody for a belt. I know most of the people in the neighborhood. Never saw these two before. Yes, sir. Come in and order a drink. I gave it to them. And they paid. Yeah. Dirty trick. Why do you mean that? Gave me a five. Drinks came to about 20. Big guy picked up his change. Left 80 on the bar. Figured it was a tip. Picked it up. Gonna drop it in the glass. Yeah. No sooner turn around, the little guy pulls a gun. Points it right at me. Yeah. Tells me it's a stick up. Guy with him runs over to the door to cover it. Mm-hmm. Little man moves down the bar and tells George and Elaine to stay where they are, and they won't get hurt. Then he turns around to me and says for me to empty the register. I did what he said. Yes, sir. Now, the other man was by the door all this time, was he? Yeah. He was standing there. I guess he wanted to check the other side of the place. Two kids had left. Wasn't anybody there? Mm-hmm. All the time I was standing there hoping that nobody had started anything. Yeah. Joe. Yeah. What do you got? I found all three of them in Sorensen's with a suspect. How they doing? The other guy they found up front is not doing too good, hitting the stomach. Mm-hmm. Other fellas shot up pretty bad, but none of the wounds looked serious. The girl was hitting the right leg. Not too bad. Anything else? Well, near as I can figure, the guy who was shot in the stomach is one of the holdup men. He checks out with what I got from the owner. He say anything? Uh-uh. The tenant said they'd call us from the hospital as soon as we could talk to him. All right. We better get in touch with the officer down there and make sure there's somebody with him all the time. Yeah. I got the two guns involved. 32 automatic, 38 police special. Mm-hmm. 32 in the suspect's hand. Okay. You want to call the office? Have somebody stay with the suspect. I'm going to get back to you already. Right. That other cop tell you anything? No, sir, not much enough. You want to go ahead with your story? I thought maybe you had some kind of clue or something to tell you who the other two were. There were three of them? Yeah. Two in here. The other one was out in the car. It didn't come in at all. Mm-hmm. Did you see the person driving the car? Not good. I told the other cops about it. I could even tell if it was a man or not. What do you mean? Might have been a girl with one of those new short haircuts. I just got a glance when they drove off. You want to go on about what happened in the bar? Well, after this, one guy told me it was a holdup. I gave him the money. I didn't want any trouble. Mm-hmm. I put the currency on the bar and the little fella stuffed into his pockets. I thought they'd leave after that. Might have if I hadn't started to laugh. How's that? I started to laugh. I guess it was the tension and all. But when I opened the register, I looked right at the frame hanging over it. First dollar I took in. Yeah. This was my first holdup. I got to thinking about what I could hang up the show for it. I thought the only thing would be a frame full of nothing. It struck me real funny. Little fella got real sore. I wanted to know what the big joke was. I couldn't tell him. Morey asked, funny the whole thing got. That's when he started to look around to see if there was some kind of private joke. Mm-hmm. George and Elaine must have thought I was nuts. Yeah. Elaine tried to wave to me and tell me to be quiet. That's when the guy saw the watch she was wearing. Well, what happened? Told her to take it off. Got real nasty about it. I guess he was sore about me laughing. Mm-hmm. She did like he said. Since I saw that, I got mad. Real mad. Yeah. I thought about what I could do. I don't keep a gun in a place. All I could lay my hands on was a wet bar rag. What was that? A wet bar rag. Oh, I see. So I did what the guy told me. Put my hands on the bar right out in plain sight. Mm-hmm. The little fella started to back out at the bar, and that's when George went into action. How do you mean that? He's a security guard. You know I told you that. Oh, yeah, I see. Well, he carries this gun. He pulled it out and reached around Elaine, blasted at the hold of a man. Hit him right in the stomach. Guy kind of turned like he was going to run and then fell right on his face. Mm-hmm. Then the big guy, the one at the door, he aimed his gun and shot at George. Was the girl still in front of him? Not exactly. You see, when George shot at the one guy, he knocked Elaine down. It wasn't fast enough, though. First shot from the big one caught Elaine in the leg. Second one got George. Well, what were you doing all this time? I was still there with my hands on the bar. The whole thing happened so fast there wasn't anything I could do. Just stood there. Mm-hmm. Right after that, the big guy ran out of the place. I jumped over the bar and went after him. Guess I forgot there wasn't any way I could stop him. Didn't think of that. Good thing I didn't catch him. Yeah. You followed the man out on the street, did you? Yeah. Saw him jump into the car and take off. That's when I saw the other person. You know the one who was driving. Yes, sir. Did you get a good look at the car? Saw it drive off. I understand, but did you see the license plate? Yeah. But not so I could tell you the number. Was it the California plate? Yeah, I could see that. All right. Now, about the car itself, can you tell me what kind it was? Nashed sedan. I think it might have been a 1953. Can't be sure about that, though. It might have been a new one. What color do you remember? Nears I can remember. It was kind of like tan. All right, sir. Can you give me a description of the big man, the one who stood at the door? Well, I gave it to that other cop. Well, yes, sir. But I'd like to go over again with you. If it's all right. Sure. As long as it'll help you get to fellas. All right. How old was he? I'd say 27. Anywhere's between 24 and 27. How about his height? Tall, but over six feet. Didn't come real close, except when he was sitting. I couldn't pin it down for you, but I'd say over six feet for sure. All right, sir. About his weight? 180. Darker light? Light. Had light hair and blue eyes. Hair was wavy. You could almost say the guy was too pretty, or some kind of advertisement, you know, for hair oil or something. What was he wearing? Add on dark pants and coat. Or a dark shirt and a white tie. Remember that, because you don't see that combination much nowadays. Back in the 30s, it was all a go. You're sure about the shirt and tie? Positive. Real contrast. Dark shirt and white tie. All right. Was he clean-shaven? Yeah. Talk to the business office, Joe. They're sending a team over to the hospital. That's good. Stop and talk to the men in 6L86. They checked the neighborhood. Didn't come up with anything. Mm-hmm. What about Elaine? Is she all right? Yes, sir. She's not hurt seriously. Sure, glad to laugh. Felt bad about not doing anything to help her, but I'm the kind of guy when I cut my finger, I can't even put a bandage on it myself. Mm-hmm. Always been like that. Yeah. What kind of gun did the man at the door have, do you remember? Looked like a 45 automatic. I see. Descriptions check out. Yeah. Type of guns are the same, too. You know these men? Well, we've got an idea of who they are. Yes, sir. We've been after them for some time now. Sure wish I could have given you more. There's all over in a few minutes. Well, you've helped us quite a bit already, Mr. Moyle. At the time it seemed longer than a Monday when there's been too much Sunday. Yeah. These guys done this kind of thing before? Well, we think so. They've been hitting theaters. This is the first time they've hit a cafe. Hope it's going to be the last. Where they put the bee on George and Elaine like to see you get them. Well, we're going to try. If you do, could you do me a favor? What's that? Well, I kind of goofed it up when they were here before. I'd like another chance at the big guy when he hasn't got his gun. Well, I'm afraid we can't do that in Moyle. It's a police business. Why not? He's bigger than me. Yes, sir. For the past six weeks on Tuesday and Thursday nights, three people had been hitting theaters in the central Hollywood area. Descriptions obtained from the victims were the same in each case. Rolling stakeouts had been set up without result. Runs by the stats office had been checked out and we were still no nearer to our suspects. In each case, the method of operation was the same. Two men would enter a theater box office and rob the cashier of all currency and then leave in a car driven by a third person. We'd been unable to establish whether the person in the car was male or female. None of the victims had been able to give us a good description. However, in all of the holdups, the car the suspects used was the same. The robbery of the cafe and the shooting of the two witnesses gave us our first concrete lead to the identity of the suspects. The description of the smaller man matched the one we'd gotten in the theater jobs. From what the bar owner told us, it was more than possible that he was one of the bandits that we'd been looking for. We recovered the ejected shell casings and the spent bullets. They were booked as evidence. At 1.56 a.m., Frank and I left Morales Bar and Grill and drove over to George Street receiving hospital. We talked to Dr. Hall. He told us that the two victims were receiving treatment from a wood recover. From personal effects, the suspect was identified as Carl Layden. We called the business office and made arrangements for his home to be checked. Dr. Hall told us that the man was in serious condition but that we might be able to question him. We went into the treatment room. Layden was under heavy drugs. Layden? Layden? Yeah? These men want to talk to you. Well, tell them to go away. I don't want to talk to anybody. Tell them. Layden, we want to ask you about tonight. You cop? That's right. Tell me something. What's that? How bad is it? They're doing what they can. You lost a lot of blood. Am I going to make it? We don't know. Now, who are the other two, Layden? I don't know. They left you alone. You don't owe them anything. Who are they? Come on, Layden. How about the one in the car? What's the name? He walked down on me. Didn't he? That's right. Now, what are the names? How about it, Layden? Norberg. He's one of them. N-O-R-B-E-R-G? Yeah, Sam Norberg. Has he done any big time? I don't think so. Which one is he, Layden? The one in the bar? The driver. What's his name? Layden? Wait a minute, Jeff. You're going to have to stop. No more questions these two weeks. All right. We'll be outside, Doctor. I'll be right with you. Right. What do you think? I don't know. It's a good lead. Yeah. We've got a name. Let's find who. Where is it? Better run it through, I guess. Try to come up with an address. I hope he's not the kind of guy who changes it three, four times a year. Well, for years, we can help him. Yeah. We'll give him a new one. 2.30 a.m. Frank and I went back to the office. We checked Carl Layden's apartment. They told us they'd found nothing to help us in apprehending the other two suspects. The stakeout was set up on the place. We ran the name Sam Norberg through R&I, but we failed to turn a record on anyone answering his description. Frank checked the phone book and the city directory. We came up with two possibles. We asked Sergeant Bud Young and Officer Sirani from the business office to help us. 2.47 a.m., we got to the first address. 7.13 Larchmont Boulevard. It was a small bungalow. The 10, 1953 Nash was parked in the driveway. The doors were locked and the radiator was still warm. While Young and Sirani covered the rear of the house, Frank and I went up the front door. The car makes it look good. You want to get the door? Probably asleep. Somebody coming now. Sam Norberg. What do you want? We want to talk to you. Police officers. You guys know what time it is? All right, move over. Right now. Get this over fast. I got to get some sleep. I can't stay up half the night answering questions. Stand still. He's clean. It must be really important to come around this lake. It is. Anybody else in the house? I've got enough trouble trying to feed myself. You won't mind if we look around. Make a difference if I did? No, not much. I figure that. Go ahead. Check our back. Tell them it's okay. Yeah. Got the place surrounded? I expect to find the purple gang. I wonder if you're as good with the answers as you are at the questions. Look, you might think I'm a foul ball, but I don't know what you're after. I'll have to hand you this. You guys must have been mixed up with somebody else. You're Sam Norberg, aren't you? Yeah. Don't knock on the wrong door. Okay, Joe. Place checks out clean. Did you talk to Young and Sirianni? Yeah. They'll wait for us. I told them this would look good. Mm-hmm. I don't want to rush your clothes, but you want to tell me what this all about? That's your car out in the driveway? Yeah, why? You've got the keys then, huh? On the table there. All right. You want to get dressed? Well, four. I'm not going any place. You can keep believing that, but get your clothes on. I got a coat in the closet. Point it out. We'll get it. There's only one there. Right here. Now let's go. Here's the key. You see any more? I don't know what this is all about. When you find out you made a mistake, don't apologize. I just go away so I get me some sleep. Yeah, sure. Who's standing right there? That's makes you a big man, doesn't it? You better keep your mouth closed. You're going to find you're in the wrong league here, mister. I'll check the registration. There's no reason to do that. I own the car. How about it? Mm-hmm. Got his name on it. Well, who's it you think you're fine? You come up with anything. I'll split with you. Anything else? Wait a minute. Norberg, you know what Carl Layton? Never heard of him. You sure about that? I told you. And this is your car? Well, you know that. Well, and maybe you can explain this. What? This driver's license. What about it? Belongs to Carl Layton. You are listening to Dragnet, the authentic story of your police force in action. Today, one-way cigarettes, one size, that is, are almost obsolete, because they just don't give smokers what they want. Either way, you like Chesterfield best. It's America's most popular two-way cigarette, because only Chesterfield gives you the right combination of the world's best tobaccos. Tobaccos that are highest in quality, low in nicotine. Best for you. All of us smoke for relaxation, for comfort, for satisfaction. And in the whole wide world, no cigarette satisfies like a Chesterfield. You smoke with the greatest possible pleasure when your cigarette is Chesterfield. Get a carton of Chesterfields. Chesterfield regular, Chesterfield king size. Both at the same price in most places. This is the best. Chesterfield, and the time to change today. We meet a thorough search of Sam Norberg's house, but we fail to turn up any more to tie him in with the robberies. He was taken downtown to the city hall for questioning. 4.30 a.m. Where'd you first meet, Layton? I don't even know. Well, then you can tell us how his driver's license turned up in your car, can't you? No, I can't tell you. You said it was your car. Yeah. It was locked when we found it. That's a pretty smart figuring. Well, I hope you're going to do some now. What's that supposed to mean? I don't know how long you think you're going to be able to keep this up. We got you nailed and you know it. Now, why don't you tell us what we want to know and we can all go home and get some sleep? I sure like to help you, but I don't even know what you're talking about. Layton says he knows you. When do you say that? Tonight. Said you drove the car for him and the other guy. Where'd you see him? Layton? Georgia Street receiving hospital. He's unhappy with you boys. Figures you ran out on him, willing to fill us in on the whole deal. With him on our side and the witnesses to the robbery tonight, you're in real trouble, Norbert. This on the level? Right down the line. I heard Layton didn't make it. You heard wrong. You want us to put in a call so you can talk to him? It's a lousy deal. Clint told me he was dead. Clint's the blonde fella, isn't he? Yeah, Clint Pernell. Told me all about how Layton didn't make it to the door of the place that he went right out. Well, that's not right. I'll check on it. Okay. He had a lousy Clint. You know where he is? No, if I did, I'd give it to you. When'd you see him last? Tonight. I dropped him off downtown. Where? Fifth and Spring. Said he had a big date. Uh-huh. Should have known not to trust Clint. Yeah. Hey, you got a cigarette? Here. Thanks. Fuck yourself. How long you known Pernell? I don't know. A couple of months. Where'd you meet him? A bar out on First Street. Layton and me used to go there all the time. Uh-huh. We'd been good friends for a long time. We'd never been in trouble before we met Clint. Pernell set up the deal? Yeah. He started to talk to us about we could pick up some easy money. He laid out the whole idea. Layton and me told him we'd never been hung up in anything like it before. Uh-huh. He said he knew enough for all of us. Clint's a pretty good talker. I guess it'll make a lot of difference though. We could have said no. Where's Pernell live? At a place on a Venice Boulevard. You got an address? No, but I can show you where it is. How'd you do? I don't think we got it. Take a look at these. That's the Clint Pernell you're talking about? Yeah, that's him. He's older than that now. Mm-hmm. He's better looking in person than he is in that picture. Well, he probably had an off day. Well, his clothes make him look different, too, the dark shirts. He always wear them, does he? Yeah, I never saw him anything else. He asked me one day why I always wore a white shirt. He said it was square. Mm-hmm. Asked me how long I could wear a white shirt. I told him one day. Yeah. He says I'm crazy. Big deal about how he can wear a dark shirt three or four days and the dirt don't show on the collar. Yeah. Things people don't know the difference. They can tell. How many theater jobs did you go on? Five. How come you switched to cafes? They picked out. Mm-hmm. Everything we did, he planned it. We asked about something he said not to worry about it. He had it all figured. Mm-hmm. All we said he was as smart as any cop kept telling us you made mistakes. We do. That's what he said. He should've told you the rest of it. What do you mean? We can make him more than once. We took Sam Norberg down to the carpool. We drove him out on Venice Boulevard. He pointed out the rooming house where Clint Pernel lived. While I waited with Norberg, Frank went up to check with the manager. In a couple minutes, he came back. Now, it looks like we missed it. What do you mean? The manager says Pernel was here about 2.30. packed his bags and left. Frank and I along with the suspect went up and looked over the room. Apparently, Pernell had left in a hurry. We talked to the manager, but he was unable to tell us where the suspect had gone. He did tell us that Pernell had driven up to the place in the car, and after packing his belongings, had left. The manager went on to say that he knew the suspect didn't own an automobile himself and that he'd gotten a licensed number of the car in the event that there might be any trouble. We called the Department of Motor Vehicles and we found that the car was registered to a Mrs. Robert Sherburn, 297 Colorado Boulevard. Frank and I went back to the main jail and booked Sam Norberg in on suspicion of robbery. After that, we drove out to talk to the Sherburn woman. The address was a writing academy in Griffith Park. We left the car down the street and walked onto the grounds. Wonder what the pitch is. Pernell driving the car registered to a Mrs. Sherburn. I don't know. Guess this is the office, huh? What's the sign says? It's the beat I'm having trouble seeing the building, let alone the sign. I don't know. Kind of early. Maybe no one's up. There's gotta be somebody around. Let's try it again. Yeah. Yes? Mrs. Sherburn? That's right. Police officer, this is my partner, Frank Smith. My name's Friday. What's wrong? How do you do, ma'am? We'd like to ask you a couple of questions about your car. It's Robert, isn't it? Something's happened to Robert. No, ma'am. You don't have to lie to me. I know that's it. Robert smashed up the car and he's been hurt. No, ma'am, that's not it. You know a man named Clint Pernell? It's not about my husband? No. Oh, that's a relief. He left for Bakersfield this morning and I thought there'd been an accident. I was scared. Like when you're baking a cake and somebody slams the door, you have to check the oven, but you're afraid to look and you're afraid not to. You know how that is. Yes, ma'am. Now about Clint Pernell, do you know him? Yes, I do. He's my step-brother. Is that why you're here? What's that? Clint in trouble again? We'd like to talk to him. I guess I should have known it. Clint never comes around unless he's in trouble. Have you seen him, then? Yes, he came by last night. Said he wanted to borrow the station wagon to pick up his stuff. He said he was going back east because he couldn't make a go of it here on the coast. You know where he is now? Yes. He's back in the tack room. Said he doesn't have any place to sleep and I let him use the cot in there. All right. What kind of trouble is he in this time? Be better if we talk to him. Well, whatever it is, I'm not going to stand behind him. He promised me. He promised Robert. If he's running again, he isn't going to get any help from us. All right, where is this tack room? Back there. It's the second door. Thank you. I hope there isn't going to be any trouble. Well, if there is, he'll have to start it. Go and try the door. Yeah. All right, let's go. What are you doing? All right, friend, I'll come on, get up. What are you doing in here? I'm going to beat. You've got no right to come in here like this. All right, get your hands around here. I'll check. All right. Stand still. He's clean, Joe. You want to check the bed? Yeah. You guys got a lot of nerve busting in here like this. No reason for it. Yeah, sure. 45 automatic under his pillow. Big deal. So you found a gun. What's that prove? You carry him, too. Yeah, but there's a big difference, mister. Is that right? Yeah, we get paid for it. The story you just heard is true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On January 20th, trial was held in Department 97, Superior Court of the State of California, in and for the county of Los Angeles. In a moment, the results of that trial. Now, here is our star, Jack Webb. Thank you, George Phenomenon. Friends, I smoke Chesterfields because I sincerely believe they're the best cigarette ever made. And I wish you'd give them a try, too. Not because I like them, but because you will. Chesterfield regular, Chesterfield king size. They satisfy millions. Samuel Garland Norberg, Carl Franklin Layton, and Clinton Ward Purnell were tried and convicted of robbery in the first degree five counts and assault with intent to commit murder one count. They receive sentence as prescribed by law. Robbery in the first degree is punishable by imprisonment in the state penitentiary for a period of not less than five years. 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