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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 from official police files. From beginning to end, from crime to punishment, Dragnet is the story of your police force in action. It was Thursday, April 27th. It was warm in Los Angeles. We were working a night watch out of bunco fugitive detail. My partner is Ben Romero. The boss is Blaine Steed, captain of bunco fugitive. My name's Friday. I was on the way back from communications. It was 6.45 p.m. when I got to room 38. Squad room. Hi. How are you? How about some dinner? Well, we got one to check out first. Here's a teletype. Kimber just brought it in. Thanks. You're San Rafael, huh? Pick up and hold for this department one Alfred Garvey. Wanted for suspicion forgery robbery. This man poses as a fingerprint expert from San Rafael Police Department. Here's his mug bolt from the record bureau. We're informed Garvey is registered at the Fair Deal Hotel, your city. Where's that? Over near person Broadway. Please advise us on his arrest. Officers will arrive with warrant signed Chief Police Frank Kelly, San Rafael, California. Shouldn't take long to bake him, huh? All right. We can eat later, I guess. Hi. Hi, Max. What are you doing around here? I thought you took off on vacation. I am just came back to pick up some stuff from my locker. Sure. Listen, the wife's got the car there. Are you guys going anywhere near North Main and Daily? Yeah, we're going to leave right now. Oh, okay. Let me grab my coat. All right. You live out near Highland Park, don't you, Max? Yeah. The wife took the kid shopping in the car this afternoon. And they get him shoes for our vacation. Kid sure scuff up the toes in a hurry. All right, y'all set? Let's go. Where you going on your vacation? Big Bear. We're going to stay the whole three weeks. The in-laws own a cabin up there. They even pay the utilities for us. It's pretty nice. Only one trouble. What's that? They're coming with us. Oh. What'd you buy? I'm the captain's stall. All right. All right, in the back. Okay. You two still working in that valley case? No, we washed it up Monday. What's this one? Teletype from San Rafael. I want some guy picked up. Here's a mug shot. Who's Richard going to work with while he's gone, Max? I don't know. What's the crowd up ahead? Oh, yeah. Friner's convention. I forgot they were having a parade tonight. You better stay over to one side. I think we can get through all right. Watch those kids there. There we go. That's the place up ahead, isn't it? Fair deal, yeah. We've got to stop by this hotel a minute, Max. You want to wait here? I'll come in. It's a big turnout for the parade, huh? Yeah, it's a big crowd. Fair deal hotel. Look at those rates. $35 a day, $2 a week. Yes, sir, can I help you? Police officers, would you look at this picture, please? All right. Maybe registered as Alfred Garvey. Garvey sure came in yesterday. The picture makes him look old. Is he in now? Well, let's see. Garvey, room 307. The kid's gone. He must be in. Thank you. Yes, sir. Elevators down there at the end of the hall. Okay. Elevators in use. Let's take the stairs. I'll wait for you here. I want to see the parade. Okay, man. I've never seen it to fail. It's stairs. Every time my arch is hurt, we get a thief to check who lives upstairs. Just one more flight. Yeah. 305, 307. The door's open. Let's have a look. Come on. It's empty. Nothing in the closet. Yeah, pretty fast checkout. He came from downstairs. The lobby. Come on. Come on, hurry up. It's Max. Max. Max, are you all right? He ran out the door. Loose suit. He took Garvey. He shot your friend. Call an ambulance. He ran out the door. He shot your friend. Come on, Ben. Call that ambulance, will you? Hey, you. Do you see a man come out of this hotel? What did you say? Did you just see a man come out of this hotel? I don't know. All right, Ben. You go that way. I'll check up this way. Yeah, all right. What doesn't matter? You're going, huh? You see a man running up this way just now about my height? Blue suit? No, I didn't see anybody. Did you see anybody? Hey. Hey, boy. Yeah, you want a paper, mister? No, listen. Did you see a man running by here a minute ago in a blue suit? Well, maybe. I didn't notice. You want a paper? No. I'm sorry. Sorry, lady. Ben. Ben, over here. Did you spot him? No. We're going to need help. All right, come on. You better help your friend. He's bleeding. I don't know what to do. Ben, get a hold of communication. Get some help out here. All right. I'm going to call Garvey, your friend, try to stop you. Garvey, shot him right in the face. All right. Stop yelling, huh? He was terrible now. Look, he's bleeding. You better do something. Will you shut up? Max. Max, how is it? Ben, chest hurts. You're all right. Easy, huh? Garvey, came out of the elevator fast with a gun. All right. Take it easy now. Yo, I've got communications there. Blocking off the area. That's fine. Watch that front door. Will you keep those people out of here? Yeah, yeah. I'll be here in a minute, boy. Call the wife, Eleanor. Ambulance is here. Yeah. He looks bad. He's not going to get any worse. He's dead. The name on the personnel report said John Warren Maxwell, Sergeant, Los Angeles Police Department, badge number 10377, nearest living relative wife, Eleanor Jean Maxwell. Dependence, John Maxwell Jr. Six years, Deborah Lee Maxwell, two years. Death and line of duty, April 27, 715 p.m. John Maxwell's body was removed from Georgia Street to the county moored. At 745, a special detail of men from homicide and bunco fugitive were on the scene to aid in the investigation of the killing. The neighborhood where the Fairdale Hotel was located was covered for a half mile around. By nine o'clock, the parade was over and the area was cleared. We had a single lead to work with. In checking out the different taxi cab stands in the neighborhood, we found out that three separate fares had been picked up within two blocks of the hotel, four minutes after the shooting. Ben and I went to the offices of the taxi cab company. The cabs in question were called in and the way bills were checked. The times of the three different trips were listed and so was the address of each destination. We copied down the addresses and then interviewed the drivers. We're gonna give each one of you half a dozen pictures. I'd like to see if you can identify any of them as passengers you picked up tonight near the Fairdale Hotel. All right, here you go. There you are. Four, five, six. Check them carefully, please. Here are yours right here. Take a good look at each one of them. Okay, thank you. Now, fellas, take your time. Look them all over real good before you make up your mind. Here's the one, Sergeant. No mistake. Let me see. Where'd you pick up this man? About a block from the hotel. I drove him to a place on 14th Street. Same address on the way bill. Ben? Yeah? Alfred Garvey. Ben and I, along with Ricketts and Chandler from Homicide, drove out to the 14th Street address. Another small, transient hotel. The clerk on duty identified Garvey from his mug shot. He said the suspect had called at the hotel at about 7.45 that night and asked to see one of the guests, Mrs. Lorraine Thomas. The clerk said he told Garvey, Mrs. Thomas was out, that she hadn't been there for four days. Ricketts and Chandler went on the stake out in the lobby of the hotel, and Ben and I went up to the second floor to stake out Mrs. Thomas' room. Friday, 11.25 a.m. Lorraine Thomas returned to the hotel and was taken into custody. We took her to Homicide and questioned her for more than an hour. She admitted that she was acquainted with Garvey, but that's all. One o'clock. We went to Clifton's cafeteria for lunch. Here, you can take this tray. Thanks. Silverware? Mm-hmm. You were the first one he ran to after the shooting. Garvey doesn't have many friends in Los Angeles. Maybe that's why he looked me up. I'll have a mixed-green salad, please. Kind of worked his Garvey duty, you know? He told me he was in the merchant marines. Cold slaw. Some of that potato salad, please. Do you know what he does in the merchant marines? He told me a steward. French dressing, please. Do you know any of his friends in town? No, I don't. Bride bread. Can I have an extra butter, please? Oh, French roll. What kind do you want, Ben? Now, give me some of those biscuits. Thank you. Does Garvey usually stay at the Fair Deal Hotel when he's in town? I don't know. That split-piece soup sure looks good. We told you that the police up north were looking for him. Yeah, I know you did. Like I told you, I've been out with him a few times. That's all I know about him. He must have introduced you to some of his friends. I'll have the prime ribs there, rare. That piece there. How about it? Could you ever meet any of his friends? Yeah, one or two. No, no gravy. Meatloaf, brown gravy. Do you remember any of the names of his friends? I just met him, that's all. I don't remember. Let me have a roast turkey. Go kind of heavy on that dressing, will you? Did you ever go out with any of them? No. Why do you think Garvey went to your hotel after the shooting? I don't know. Maybe he figured you'd hide him. I don't know why he should. He killed a man and headed straight for your place. That doesn't make you look too good. I can't help that. I like some of those string beans, please. Miss Thomas, you know it's going to go hard on you if you're holding back information on Garvey. I'm not. Why don't you take some of that summer squash, Joe? Good boy. I can't eat that much. When did you first meet Garvey? About three years ago, up in St. Helena. You might as well keep your nose clean. How do you mean? We're going to reach him, Miss Thomas. You might as well tell us all you know. Look, if Garvey's killing people, I don't want to have any more to do with him. Now, where is he? I told you, I don't know. Squash, please. You said you had a little boy, didn't you, Miss Thomas? Do we have to talk about it now? I thought we were going to have lunch. How old's your little boy? He's seven years old. Where is he now? He's in school up in San Francisco. Isn't this line going awful slow? It's lunchtime. You know that cop that Garvey killed last night? Smash potatoes, country grazes. Do you hear what I said? Yes, I know he killed a cop. He had a little boy, too. There's nothing I can do. No potatoes, thanks. Yeah, there's something you can do, Miss Thomas. You can tell us where Garvey is. If I knew, I'd tell you. French fries, please. You're kidding us, Miss Thomas, but we're not going to kid you. You know a lot more about this than you're telling us. Maybe I do, but I'm scared. Who are you afraid of? Look, why can't you count me out of this? I don't want any part of it. You're in all the way. The only way you're going to get out is to tell us what you know. He'll kill me. If something happens to me, nobody's going to worry about my kid. You don't have to worry. He's not going to find out. No, no dessert, please. Now, both kill me. Both. Who's the other one? Who wants the you? Trouble no matter what you try to do. No trouble. Garvey's working with somebody, is that it? His name's Jack Slimming. Yeah? They made me promise to cover for him. Give him a place to hide out whenever the heat is on. Then you know where they are. No, I don't. And that's the truth. Why do they need a place to hide out? You said Garvey killed a cop. What about Fleming? Joe, you better move along. I'm sorry. What about Fleming? They're going to pull some jobs. All right, we can skip the dessert. Come on. I'll take a check for all of them. Let's go. What kind of jobs? Where? Hold up. Tomorrow night, three Kings liquor store out in Wilshire. Let's sit down. They're both the same Garvey and Slimming. They can't hold a gun without using it. There's a table. You dropped your tray. I'll get you some more. Don't bother. I'm not hungry anymore. You are listening to Dragnet, the case history of a police investigation presented in the public interest by Fatima Cigarettes. If you smoke a long cigarette, it will be in your interest to listen to a typical case history of a Fatima smoker. It's the case of Lee Silver, general assignment reporter on one of New York's greatest newspapers. This is his actual signed statement. When you have to meet a news deadline, you work at a fast pace, smoke at a fast pace. That's why I smoke Fatima. They're extra mile. In my opinion, it's wise to smoke extra mile Fatima. And more and more smokers are discovering this every day. 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The stakeouts continued at the Fair Deal 14th Street Hotel where Lorraine Thomas was staying. She was put under protective custody. Ben and I, Ricketts and Chandler went on stake out at the Three Kings liquor store on Wilshire Boulevard. It was a large modern place, and it did a volume business, especially on Saturday night. Ricketts and Chandler covered the store from the outside. Ben and I were stationed in the supply room at the rear of the place, where we had the main counter and most of the store in full view. We set up a pre-arranged signal with the clerk on duty, and if and when Garvey and Fleming showed up, the clerk was to accidentally knock an empty bottle off the counter. We're waited until midnight. Nothing happened. The first customer in half an hour is kind of slow. Yeah. Wait a minute, here comes another one. No sale, it's a woman. The clerk sure got the jitters. I don't know how to put in with him. I could go for a hamburger. What did she do? I wasn't very hungry, man. Well, I could have an almond bar, you want? Yeah, thanks. Wait a minute. Another customer. Yeah, man. Can't see his face too well with that hat on, can you? That's Fleming, come on. Police officers, get your hands up. Watch it, Joe. He's going out the front. Come on. Ricketts and Chandler stopped him. Yeah, he's down. Watch him. Get the gun. Yeah. Yeah, hear it, eh? That's Fleming, all right. Ricketts, call an ambulance. What's the score? Looks like one in the shoulder and legs, too. What about Garvey? I don't know. What do you think? Fleming stopped all the slugs. Yeah. Let's ask him. The wounded suspect was treated at George Street receiving hospital and then booked into the prison ward at the General Hospital. At 11 a.m. the next day, we questioned him, but he refused to admit that he even knew Alfred Garvey. We re-questioned Fleming for the next three days with no results. The stakeouts continued. The search went on. There was no response to our APB. Garvey was still at large. As far as we were concerned, there was only one way to get directly to Garvey, and that was through Fleming. We called on Lorraine Thomas again and asked her that if she'd try to get some information on Fleming, try to get him to talk and to tell her where Garvey was. I'm not even sure if he knows where Garvey's hiding. You must have a good idea. Even if he has, he's not going to tell me. He wouldn't trust me that far. Go further with you and he will with us. He won't even give us his name. I'm afraid it's up to you, Miss Thomas. Why can't you let me out of this? I, look, figured this way. You knew about Fleming and Garvey. You knew they were in town. You knew what they were up to. You didn't break your back to save that dead cop's life. Garvey shot him. I didn't. You knew he was a killer. You knew he had a gun. What do you want me to do? Get close to Fleming. Visit him every day till he talks. He doesn't trust me. I told you. Then get him to trust you, will you? Do favors for him. He wants to contact friends to raise money for a lawyer. Help him do that. Run errands. Do anything for him within reason. I suppose he finds out about the holdup that I told you about it. He's got a long stretch ahead of him. He won't bother you. They'll kill me if they find out. They wouldn't wait a minute. They won't find out. All right. Won't be my fault. Al did the shooting. He killed the cop, let him square it up. He'll square it with the court. There's only one trouble. Yeah. Maxwell's wife and kids hot as Al squared with them. On the morning of May 8th, suspect Jack Fleming was removed from his private room and wheeled down to the X-ray lab on the pretext of treatment. While he was absent, a dictaphone was placed in his room by a sound crew from the crime lab. Fleming was then returned. That afternoon, while Ben and I listened in on earphones in the next room, Lorraine Thomas paid her first visit to Fleming. We had briefed her on how to proceed in getting a suspect to talk, in particular to reveal Garvey's hideout. It was a slow process. For the next 15 days, between the hours of 2 and 4 in the afternoon, Mrs. Thomas visited Fleming while Ben and I monitored their conversation in the adjoining room. For 15 days, despite all her shows of confidence, Fleming refused to confide. He was sullen and close-mouthed. Some afternoons, he would hardly speak to her. On the 16th day, his mood seemed to be improving. Let me fix that pillow for you. Is that better? I got in touch with Dave and Johnny like they asked me to. What do they say? Well, they said they could get you the money for the lawyer the day after tomorrow. And Dave said he might be over to see you tonight. It's fine. Once I get a lawyer, I'll stop worrying. He stopped by Denelli's place, too. Pop Royce was in there going back tomorrow to see him. He ought to be able to help. You've been OK, Lorraine. I won't forget it. Oh, it's a friend of four. Jim, I'm sure sorry you had to get it this way. Forget it. I can give it back where it came from. I brought you some new magazines, a couple of candy bars. Well, badly. Yeah, sure. Let me get them for you. See, I'll put them right here at this table. I'll bring you some more tomorrow. It's fine. You're going to try and see Pop Royce again tomorrow. Yeah, they told me he'd be at around noon for sure. I don't see him then. I'll keep trying till I do. Yeah, that's it. Oh, listen, there's something else. Sure, Jim. Come here. I don't want to talk loud. The cops might have bought this room. Yeah. A little closer. Tonight, I want you to go to George's joint, the Blue Moon, down on South Flower. Yeah? I'm asked for George at the bar. He's usually around from 11-9. Uh-huh. Tell George you've seen me. He'll know it. Then tell him to take you to Al. To take me to Al? Yeah, Al Garvey. George knows the place. Yeah. OK, Jim. And keep your mouth shut. Don't talk to anybody but George. He knows the place. All right, Jim. It'll help you out. We've paid. Let's go. 10-45 p.m. A detail of three cars followed Lorraine Thomas to the Blue Moon Tavern on South Flower Street. We parked down the block and watched her go in. At 15 minutes past 11, she came out with a small fat man in a dark blue suit. They got in a tan-colored coupe and drove south. The cruiser cars, using three-way radio, tailed the coupe alternately out through the Echo Park area and then back to the starting point at the Blue Moon Tavern. Lorraine Thomas went back into the bar with a man and, 20 minutes later, came out, caught a taxi and took it to her hotel on 14th Street. We drove back to the office. It was five minutes past 1 a.m. That's it. I get it. Monko Fugitive Friday. Lorraine Thomas, Sergeant. He showed me the place George did. Where? To Alamo, apartment three. Is Garvey there now? No. He'll be there tomorrow in the afternoon, 5 o'clock. He said I'll have to go alone. Are they watching the place? I think so. Garvey's staying with another man. They got guns. You know where Garvey is now? George wouldn't tell me. We can't afford to tip our hand. How do we know Garvey'll be there at 5 o'clock tomorrow? 3 p.m. An immediate stakeout was placed at the suspected hideout. A detail of 20 plain clothesmen began filtering into the neighborhood in the vicinity of 1032 Alamo Street. A three-story apartment house at that address was checked thoroughly and then covered on all sides. Apartment three on the first floor was checked out too. It was registered to a Thomas King, and the manager identified as Alfred Garvey from his mug shot. To avoid pedestrian casualties, we toured the immediate vicinity between 3 and 4.30 that afternoon, advising residents and storekeepers to clear the street and stay inside. At 4.35 p.m., a man in the detail took up their assigned positions. We waited. Hold that light, will you, Jim? Yeah. A lot of trouble for that punk Garvey. Need more trouble if he doesn't show. No such luck. Hmm? Cancoupe coming down the street behind us. Same one we tailed last night. A girl driving. There's two guys with him. You know, Garvey's one of them. They're pulling up. Ready? Oh, wait a minute. Police officers, hold it right there. Out! Throw him in, Garvey. You haven't got a chance. Both of them. Come on. Both dead. Garvey. The other guy. Rotten case. Rotten business. What you have just heard was true. Only the names were changed to protect the innocent. On August 2nd, trial was held in Superior Court, Department 93, City and County of Los Angeles State of California. In a moment, the results of that trial. It's amazing how many long cigarette smokers are changing to Fatima. Here is the actual report. From coast to coast, King size Fatima has more than doubled its smokers. Yes, more and more smokers every day are discovering that Fatima is the best of all long cigarettes. 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