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The difference is quality. Dragnet, the documented drama of an actual crime. For the next 30 minutes in cooperation with the Los Angeles Police Department, you will travel step-by-step on the side of the law through an actual case transcribed from official police files. From beginning to end, from crime to punishment, Dragnet is the story of your police force in action. It was Monday, June 2nd. It was smoggy in Los Angeles. We were working the day watch out a robbery detail. My partner's Frank Smith, the boss's captain, did it. My name's Friday. It was 7.53 AM when I got to room 27A. Robbery detail. Oh, good morning, Joe. Right, Frank. What's going? Not too much. How was the weekend? It was great. I hated to come back. Sure, nice up there. Where'd you go? Same place? Yeah, Lake Mary. You remember Don Camphouse up there, don't you? Yeah, sure. He said to say hello. Pishing's real great up there. You ought to try and make it next month or so, if you can. Fat chance. All right, what's the matter? The in-laws are loose again. They're coming down for a visit and never stay less than a month. That'll take care of my vacation. That's too bad. Why don't you say something to the wine? What's the use? Why start an argument? I don't know what to mean. What do we got here? Anything hot? Yeah, this one here. Hold up and slugging Cafe down on South Hill. Radio Carboys jumped and shot one of them. The other one got away. They identified you? Yeah, the one who was shot at Benny Ashford. Record long as your arm. Graduate from Folkson. Some of them never learned. How about the number two, ma'am? Don't know. They tried to talk to this Ashford last night. He wouldn't tell him anything. I called the hospital just before you came in. They operated on the guy six o'clock this morning. You're going to call as soon as he's able to talk. It's going to be a couple of days at least. How much they get? Years of crime report, I think. You talk to the victims yet? No, not yet. Fair night's work, isn't it? $805 in cash, man's diamond, signet ring. Estimated value of $1,500. 17 stitches in the victim's scalp. Slugger the revolver, huh? Must have meant business. Lousy thing. They didn't have to slug him. He couldn't put up much of a fight anyway, 68 years old. No other witnesses, huh? No. Just the owner, his wife, the bartender? That's all they have listed, yeah. You phoned the victims yet? No, just going to when you came in. Two phone numbers for them. They're both listed there. Yeah, that's right. Why don't you finish up with the daybook here and I'll give them a call, all right? OK, fine. Here, you want a pencil? Oh. Hello, this is Friday. Los Angeles Police Department Central robbery. Mr. and Mrs. Reiner there, please? Neither one of them. Well, how about the bartender? Is he there? Six o'clock, I see. No, that's all right. I got their home phone. Yeah, thanks very much. Nobody's there. Trying the other number? Yeah. Hello, is this the Reiner residence? Yeah, well, this is Friday LAPD, Central robbery. Los Angeles Police Department. Yes, ma'am. Yes, Mrs. Reiner. I just called the restaurant, trying to get a hold of you. How's Mr. Reiner this morning? I'll see. I wonder if it'd be possible if my partner and I could drop out and see you this morning. No, your case has been assigned to us. Yes, ma'am. Well, how about 10 o'clock? That'd be convenient for you? All right, fine. Yes, right away. Thank you very much. Bye. I got it set up, Mr. Ms. Reiner. Yeah. 10 o'clock this morning out at their home. How's the old man feeling? Oh, life's just pretty rough. He lost quite a bit of blood. Big shock for an old man. It's too bad. She says he's still pretty hazy, but we can talk to him. One thing he remembers pretty well, though. Yeah? The face of the man who slugged him. 8 20 AM. We finished making up the daybook, and then we went over to the main jail to interview two other robbery suspects who'd been booked in over the weekend. We completed our 510 reports on them, and then we got in the car and drove out to the West Chester District to talk to the victims of the cafe holdup the night before, Mr. and Mrs. William Reiner. 9 55 AM. We arrived at the Reiner home, and a small gray-haired woman answered the door and asked to sin. She identified herself as Mrs. Reiner. I'm right into the living room. I'll see you and make yourselves at home. All right, man. Thank you very much. I hope you'll excuse the way the house looks. Everything's all upset. I haven't had a chance to do any picking up. That's perfectly all right, ma'am. We understand. I was up with my husband half the night. He had hurt him something terrible. It was almost six in the morning before he got to sleep. I hope this is enough to make up his mind for him. How do you mean, Mrs. Reiner? About selling the place. I'd been after him for months to get rid of it. Business life, that's for younger people. We're getting too old to keep it up. Besides, the doctor's been telling William he needs more rest, less worries. How's your husband feeling now, ma'am? Oh, not so well. He lost so much blood and his head's a sore. He's taking a nap right now. I expect you'll be awake in a few minutes. That's all right with you, isn't it, Dr. Yes, ma'am. Perfect, all right. We'd like to go over the thing with you anyway. Might possibly be something that you forgot to mention to the officers last night? Well, I told them everything. I'm sure I did. Maybe some of the details, Mrs. Reiner. Maybe some little thing that didn't seem important to you could mean a good deal to us. Well, I don't know. I thought I told them everything. Where do you want me to start? Well, when did you first notice the two hold up men, Mrs. Reiner? When they come out of the bathroom. I guess they'd been hiding there. You noticed them earlier in the evening? I mean, were they customers in your place? Well, I'm not sure, but I think so. Where were they served? Was it in the restaurant or were they in the bar? Well, there again, I'm not positive, but I think it was in the bar. I think I served them two bottles of beer. You don't have to remember what you did with those two bottles, do you, man? Possible we may be able to lift some prints off of them. No, the officers asked me that last night. It wouldn't do any good. You see, I was the only one who touched the bottles. We used the regular big mugs and I poured the beer for them. Neither one of them touched the bottles. How about the man who escaped, Mrs. Reiner? You remember him pretty well, do you? What do you look like on him? Oh, yeah. Well, he's the one who did all the talking. He's the same one who hit my husband, too. What do you look like, ma'am? How old would you say what? Oh, I don't know. I think I'd say within his late 30s, yes. How tall, ma'am? Well, my husband's five foot nine, and I'd say the man was two inches taller than him. He's husky or two, I guess about 175 or 80 pounds of very strong looking man. Do you remember what he was wearing? It was a tan sports coat, I think, and green slash light green and a dark brown hat. Did you notice anything unusual about him? I beg your pardon? Anything outstanding about him? Anything that was different? Say a scar, a mole, tattoos, anything like that? No, no, not that I could notice. What was the first thing this man said to you and your husband, ma'am? Well, he said it to all three of us. Me and my husband in the bartender. That's George O'Leary. He's been with us for years. He's a good bartender. He don't always stay sober. Yes, ma'am, what was the first thing the whole of man said? Well, he's the same one that hit my husband, you know. He said in a real loud voice, he said, this is a stick up. Get your hands up high and keep them there. What happened then, ma'am? We put our hands up for George. That's the bartender, you know, scared him for bad. He dropped a full bottle of bourbon. Bomb did, too. Broke all over the floor. George isn't. Well, that's why he drank. Well, what did the whole of man do after they had you raise your hand? Well, that one that hit my husband, he told the other man to go behind the bar and get the money. It was all spread out on the bar. William and I was just checking the register when it happened. Let's see, would you go on, please? Well, after they got the register money, they put it in our bank bag, then they went through my purse and through my husband's wallet, and through George's wallet, too. They took George's last dollar and a half, got eight hundred and five dollars and all cash. I guess you knew that. Yes, ma'am. What happened after that? Jenny, Jenny, where are you? Oh, excuse me. This is my husband. Yes, ma'am, right ahead. I'll just see what he wants. I think he'll be able to talk to you now. All right, ma'am. Frank, do you remember to bring that mug book? Yes, it's up in the car. That's good. We can leave it here with it. Ryan, I'll just pick it up later tonight. Okay, you want me to get it now? No, let's wait and see how he is. Officer, would you like to come back here? Officer? Yes, ma'am. We're coming. Jenny, would you pull up a chair for the officer? Oh, I surely. Officer, this is my husband, Will. How do you do? Hello. There you are, Sergeant. Thank you very much. You catch the other man yet, the one who hit me? No, sir, not yet. That's why we're out here. We know that you don't feel too well, Mr. Reiner. We'll try to keep it short. No, I sure don't. I guess Jen told you my head's killing me. Poor girl, I kept her up most of the night, I guess. She was a fine nurse, Jen. She didn't get any rest at all. Yes, sir. But she was just telling us about the hold-up last night, sir. How it happened. I was telling them how they got the money, Will. I didn't explain about your ring, though. Do you want to tell them? It was the worst part of the whole thing. I'd rather have lost anything but that ring. How's that, sir? Some kind of a keepsake? It belonged to my dad, Diamond Signet. The stone wasn't perfect, but the money sure can't replace it. Yes, sir. I remember when dad gave it to me. It was just a couple of days before he died. It was his ring. Been the family way back. Which one of the whole of men took the ring, Mr. Armstrong? The same one hit me. One got away. After they took all our money, he came over to me and said, give me the ring. Hand it over. I told him I couldn't get it off my finger. What'd you do then? Slap my face. Said, if I couldn't get the ring off, he could. Said, if you had to, he'd cut it off. I pleaded with him. I told him what it meant to me and it didn't do any good. When I didn't give him the ring right away, brought that gun down right on top of my head. Hit me as hard as he could. I don't remember too well after that. You'd think you'd recognize a man if you ever saw him again, Mr. Reiner. I'll never forget him. I sure hope to find the ring, officer. Jen and I had been through some tough times together. I guess at one time or other, we'd either sold or pawned everything we owned. But we never let go of that ring. Never did, not until last night. Isn't that right, Jen? Yes, that's right, Will. Well, we'll do all we can to get it back for you, Mr. Reiner. But this man will got away. Can you remember anything outstanding about him at all, anything unusual? No, I don't think so. He had mean-looking eyes. I remember that much. Yes, sir. Kind of a smart-elig type, I guess. Kept twirling his gun around his hand on his finger, you know. I was scared the death gun go off. So was George. He's our bartender. Were you scared, wasn't he, Jen? Oh, yes. George was quite as cheap. How do you mean, Mr. Reiner, he twirled the gun around? Oh, you know, like in the movies, cowboy pictures. Typical smart-elig. He sure did run when the cops came, though. Only wish he was the one who got shot. Well, you're sure you'll be able to identify this man if you see him again. I told you, I'll never forget him. See, there's something about this I don't think I understand. Yeah? Why ask me all these questions about it? How about the fella who was with that crook? Fellow that shot wants to talk to him. He ought to be able to tell you who his partner is. Well, he had an emergency operation, sir, six o'clock this morning. His condition's still critical. Oh, I see. Just a matter of time, then, huh? I mean, when he recovers, you'll be able to talk to him. You'll find out what you want to. Well, there's only one hit, sir. Whether he recovers or he doesn't recover. Yeah? Either way, we can't depend on him. 1138 AM. After we finished interviewing the holdup victims, Frank got the mugbook out of the car containing pictures of recent robbery releases from the state prisons and we left it with Mr. and Mrs. Reiner. We instructed them that if they succeeded in identifying any one of the pictures to take down his name and prison number and call our office immediately. We told them we'd be back later that afternoon. 1150 AM. We left the Reiner home and drove down to the scene of the robbery, the restaurant on South Hill. When we got there, Officer Walmsley from latent fingerprints was just leaving. He told us that he'd been unable to raise any legible prints at the back window where the number two suspect had escaped. Frank and I checked over the scene and we headed back for the office. There were half a dozen messages for us in the book. One of them was to call State Parole Officer Fred Galloway at his office on South Broadway. Frank put in the call and Galloway said he'd be right down and thought he had something for us. 105 PM. Galloway met us in the squad room and briefed us on some of the information that he'd received earlier that morning from one of his parolees. It concerned the wife of a former holdup man who now was wanted by Galloway for violation of parole. He told us the wife had rented a car from a U-drive lot in Santa Monica and that supposedly the ex-con and his wife were planning to leave the city. What's the time, Fred? How's it figuring in for us? I was talking to a channel this morning. Happened to mention the holdup you're working. I'll answer the description of the one who got away. What was that name again, the ex-con? Ernest Morgan, your LA number 178-435, Paulson numbers 129-68. Reason I got pepped on is that thief could have heard his leg jumping out of the back window of the bar. You figure he could have? Yeah, easily. It's a good 30-35-foot drop, wife. Well, my informant says that certainly Morgan has a bum foot, heard it so bad he can hardly walk on it. As he saw Morgan Day before yesterday, his leg was all right then. Sounds like a good one to get off the street, huh? What do you say we check his package? All right, yeah. Your informant say who this Morgan's been running with, Fred? He said he didn't know. He thinks he places it alone more or less. Go ahead, Fred. You contact the U-drive lot, Fred, and get the dope on the car? Yeah. Didn't want to put the teletype on until I was sure. One of the fellas tomorrow, I said I make a call out that way. We're taking a mug shot of Morgan's wife out there to see if the U-drive's looking to give him an iodine on her. She got a record? She's never done it any time. She's had a couple of pinches with him. Never could make her anything, though. I'll pull the pack in 5-5. How about your victims, Joe? They any good? Yeah, I claim they can identify them, man. I don't think we'll have any trouble there. How about this informant of yours? You know where we can locate them, Morgan? No, not now. According to him, Morgan, his wife left town about 9 this morning. He thinks he might get a line of where they're headed, though. Well, how come your informant knows so much about Morgan? You run with him? No, he's selling with him up at the joint. Fred, Joe, you want to have a look? Yeah. Here's the package, mug shot. Is this your Ernie Morgan print? Yeah, that's you. Good picture. Yeah, it looks just like it. A description, Joe. Got everything right down the line. Yeah. Take this right here. Habits and characteristics. Yeah, looks like it, doesn't it? What's that? He likes to twirl a gun in his hand. 1.52 PM. We placed Ernest Morgan's picture in an envelope, along with two dozen other mug shots, and then we put in a call to Mr. and Mrs. Reiner, told them we were coming out to see them. They told us that so far, neither one of them had been able to identify any of the pictures in the mug book that we'd left with them. Fred Galloway went back to his office, and we told him we'd notify him the minute we got a positive identification. 2.25 PM. We drove back to the Reiner home. The old man was still in bed. In all the way through this book of yours, officer, couldn't find one who looked like the man could begin. No, his picture's not in there, Sergeant. We're sure of that. I'd say, well, we've got some more of them here, folks. I'd like to have you look through them if you don't mind. See if you can identify one of them. Yes, all right. Again, would you fix this pillow back here for me, please? Oh, it is, of course, dear. Dear. Yeah. Thank you. You see any picture in the book that resembled a man at all, sir? No, it didn't. None of them. Wasn't one who looked like him. Here you are. See if any of these pictures look familiar to you. Thank you, sir. Jen, you want to sit here by me? We can see him together. All right, well, I'll see you now. Oh, man, look at this one. Will, doesn't he look like a mean one? Look at this one, Jen. Look at him. Think he's a college graduate, wouldn't you? Oh, my, yeah. Officer, this young man here, what did he do? Let me see that, ma'am. Oh, yeah, it's Marty Lee. Hold up and murder him, Ms. Reiner. Shot and killed an elderly lady. She ran a candy store. Oh, my, can you feature that? Such a clean-looking boy. Never believe, would you will? Takes all kinds, I guess. Let's see now. No. No. No. Let me see, Will. Oh, no, that's not him. No. No, no, we've been through these already. Have you seen more officers? No, that's all, Mr. Reiner. Are you sure the Hold Up Man's picture isn't in there? No, sir. I looked at him all pretty carefully. I didn't see him. Did you, Jen? No, no, I didn't see him. Was his picture supposed to be in here? Well, we thought so, ma'am. I don't know if you can see. There, how about this one? So you look familiar to you? Jen? No, no, I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. So you have so many people every night. Are you folks sure you'll recognize the Hold Up Man when you see him? Oh, yes. Oh, yes. We'll just one more question here, Mr. Reiner. Yes? Are you absolutely sure this is not the man who held you up and slugged you last night? Yes, I'm sure. It's not the man. You are listening to Dragnet, authentic stories of your police force in action. Because of Fatima quality, its extra mildness, its better flavor and aroma. More smokers coast to coast are switching to king-size Fatimas every day. Switch to king-size Fatimas yourself. You'll find they're distinctive, with a truly different flavor and aroma. You'll find Fatima gives you an extra mild and soothing smoke, plus the added protection of Fatima quality. Yes, that's why Fatima continues to grow in favor among king-size cigarette smokers everywhere. Remember, the name stands for quality. Insist on mild and soothing king-size cigarette with the added protection of Fatima quality. Ask your dealer for the bright, sunny yellow pack. Buy king-size Fatima. Monday, June 2, 245 p.m. After the victims, Mr. and Mrs. Reiner failed to identify Ernest Morgan as the robbery suspect, Frank and I got in the car and drove back to the office. Neither one of us had anything to say. Just at the moment, we figured that we had the suspect positively identified. The victims themselves had contradicted what we thought was definitely the answer to the case. It wasn't by any means a news story. One of the first lessons a working detective learns is to keep an open mind, regardless of how incriminating the circumstances first appear to be. The big fallacy of a detective being too sure too soon is based, for the most part, on the failure to recognize that police work means human beings dealing with human beings. So instead of going by the usual odds, the human margin for error is doubled. Frank and I didn't have too clear an idea of how or why it came about, but suddenly we found ourselves farther away from the solution of the case than before we started. 3, 10 p.m. Lousy day, huh? Yeah, sure. 10 after 3, feel like I haven't slept for two days. I don't know what you mean. Pretty hard to figure in there. Sure, I hope the wife did the washing today. Why? She won't feel much like talking. I sure don't. Well, let's check the book, huh? Yeah, I'll go. A couple of phone calls, Joe. One from the hospital, prison ward. What do they want? Our number one suspect, Ashford. He's doing better than they figured. Be available for interview tomorrow morning. Lucky thing, huh? Was a copy with a dime. Another message. It's from Galloway. Wants us to call him. It's still a Madison number. Yeah. What's the pass? Oh, yeah, please. There you go. Adult parole, please, men. Thank you. Fred Galloway, please. Smith, robbery, LAPD. Thanks. Hi, Fred, Frank Smith. Uh-huh. Yeah, that right. He sure about that? Uh-huh, sure doesn't figure. No, I didn't mean to think to him, yeah. OK. Right, thanks, Fred. It's got me, Joe. Well, what's the matter? Galloway got the report back from that you drive lot, place where Morgan's wife rented that car. Mm-hmm. They identified her as the woman who rented that car. She offered him a deal. She didn't want to leave a cash deposit for the car. Well, what'd she offer? Man's ring, diamond signet. After we got the word from State Parole Officer Fred Galloway, we got out of broadcast in an APB, in addition to those we already had out. We requested that the rented car and the occupants be held for questioning in connection with the robbery of Reiner's Café the night before. If a man's diamond signet ring was found in possession of the occupants or in the car, it was to be booked as evidence. The following morning, Frank and I interviewed our number one suspect, Benny Ashford, and ward 13,400 at General Hospital Prison Ward. Because he had the idea his partner had run out on him and taken the money with him, that he'd let him down, Ashford was in a fairly cooperative mood. After talking with him for a little more than 20 minutes, he named Ernest Morgan and identified his mugshot as his companion in the robbery of Reiner's Café. He also told us the holdup was Morgan's idea, and that Morgan had told him the job would be a pushover. We asked him where he thought we might locate Morgan, and he told us our best bet was Las Vegas, Nevada. Supposedly, Morgan had a good friend in Las Vegas, an ex-con by the name of Harry Breen. Frank and I went back to the office where we met with Inspector Farnon and Captain Didion. At 1.30 that afternoon, according to instructions, Frank and I signed out a trip car and headed out US Highway 91 for Las Vegas. We checked in at the Las Vegas Police Department a few minutes before 8.30 that night. The alleged friend of the suspect, Morgan, Harry Breen, had already been taken into custody by Las Vegas officers on the request of Captain Didion. We began questioning Breen, and he readily admitted that he was acquainted with Morgan. All right, how long ago did you see Morgan? I don't know this afternoon sometime. A lot of hours in an afternoon. When did you see him? What are you so excited about? What do you do? Commit a murder? Look, Breen, how much time do you owe the state? What's that got to do with it? We didn't drive all the way up here just to pass a time of day with you. You know he's hot. If you want to cover for him, you can serve his time. Look, I don't get it. I'm not his keeper. If you want him, find him. But we're going to find him if we have to walk all over you to do it. When the two of you are up doing time, you can figure it out for yourselves. Trouble with you, cops. Once a guy does time, you can't leave him alone. I've been leveling since I got out. I've been carrying a lunch pill every day. All right, now look, Breen, who do you think you're giving a snow job? We've been kidded by experts. You're not giving us anything new. We didn't send Morgan up to see you. If you're so lily white, how come Morgan got in touch with you? All right, I'll tell you, you're as bad right now as the day they locked the gate on you. You're never sorry for what you've done. You just moaned because they caught you. Save that act for the jury, Breen. We're not going to buy it. Now, what about it? Where is he? I told you I talked to him. He came around this afternoon. I get off my back. What do you want? He's hot. He wanted to cool off. Where's he now? I don't know. Look, how should I know? He came around with his wife, asked for a favor, I couldn't do it. I just got married. My wife's a square. I told her about it. She wouldn't go for it. The guy's a big crybaby anyway, trying to tell me how we ought to stick together. He's never done a favor for me. You see the car he was driving, Breen? Yeah, a veritable coupe package. California plate. How'd you notice? You got the license number? No, he asked me where he could get some cold plates. I figured it was hot. You get them any plates? Look, I wouldn't know where to get them. I already told you. I've been leveling ever since I got out. There's no use kidding. I couldn't do any more time. You're too old. One more trip and I'm through. I'm really through. I got a good wife. She works every day. I don't want to lose that. All right, Breen. Take your choice. What do you mean? What do you like the best? Morgan or your wife? What about it? All right, you've got it. The Suspect's friend, Harry Breen, went on to admit that during the conversations he'd had with Ernest Morgan that afternoon, Morgan had told him that he and his wife were going to San Francisco. There supposedly they would contact a man by the name of Baker Harrison, who operated a restaurant out by Hunter's Point. He said that Morgan's had told him that they planned on driving at night only to lessen the chances of the police spotting their car. We immediately got in touch with Inspector George Hague of the San Francisco Police Department and notified him of the latest developments in the case. He told us he'd read our teletypes and said that he'd placed the restaurant operated by Baker Harrison under immediate surveillance. We told him we'd leave early the next morning for San Francisco after we'd gotten a few hours' sleep. Before we turned in, we got off a teletype to Captain Diddy and bringing him up to date on what had happened and what our plans were. The next morning at 6.30, Frank and I left Las Vegas for San Francisco. A few minutes after 7 o'clock that night, we checked in at the San Francisco Hall of Justice at Washington and Kearney Street. Inspector Hague was waiting for us. He informed us Harrison's restaurant out of Hunter's Point was still being covered, but so far, Morgan and his wife had failed to put in an appearance. Along with Inspector Hague, Frank and I drove out to the restaurant and joined the detail that had the place under surveillance. 9.05 PM, no sign of the suspects. 10 PM, 10.30, 11 o'clock, midnight. Still no sign. We waited. How about this fog? I sure wish I brought my top coat and freezing it. If it would show pretty soon, we're going to have to pull in closer. I can hardly see the door to the restaurant. Smell that hot coffee. Sure could use a cup right now. Look at that fog out there, Frank. Can't tell where the bay leaves off when the fog begins. Wait a minute, Chuck. Car pulling up, convertible? Yeah. Packard, we're only getting the light. We can see him better. A man getting out, heading for the restroom. Yeah, it looks like him. Come on. Somebody else in the car. A woman. Hague's got it covered. George is with him. All right, let's hustle it. Come on. Passing into the light. Tim, Joe. All right, hold it. Right where you are, police officers. What's the matter? What do you want? All right, hands up in front of you. Get them up high. All right, I got them up. What's it all about? What's the term? Frank, you want to shake them? Yeah. Come on, keep those hands up and stand still. I'm standing still. Is this a shake down or what? I haven't done anything. Nothing doing, Joe. Clean. Those hands aren't. Your right hand, mister. Let's have a look at it. All right. Still don't get this there. What about it? Ring on your finger. What'd you get that? It's mine. Why, I had it a long time. Diamonds sign it a little big for you, isn't it? Doesn't quite fit. What are you getting at? What's my ring got to do with it? Where'd you get it? Crab game. I wanted it and the crab game is down in Las Vegas. I want a gambler. All right. Yeah, a bunch of guys up in the hotel room shooting a little crab. Just a gamble I won. You sure of that, are you? Of course, I'm sure. Just a crab game. I took a gamble I won. No, you're half right, mister. Yeah? A gamble, but you didn't win. The story you've just heard was true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On August 8, trial was held in Superior Court, Department 89, City and County of Los Angeles, state of California. In a moment, the results of that trial. And now here is our star, Jack Webb. Thank you, George Phanaman. Friends, because you know what you're looking for in a king-sized cigarette, all we ask you to do is compare Fatimas and then make up your own mind. You'll find Fatimas are distinctive, with a truly different flavor and aroma. You get an extra mild and soothing smoke, plus the added protection of Fatima quality. Smoke king-sized Fatima. I'm convinced you'll agree that the difference is quality. Ernest Harold Morgan was tried and convicted of robbery in the first degree, along with his accomplice, Benjamin Ashford. Ernest Morgan's wife was tried for conspiracy to commit robbery and found not guilty. Robbery in the first degree is punishable by imprisonment in the state penitentiary from five years to life. Ladies and gentlemen, when you buy defense bonds, you help build your own future security. You also become a partner with Uncle Sam in building America's security. Buy your bond today. You have just heard Dragnet, a series of authentic cases from official files. Technical advice comes from the Office of Chief of Police W.H. Parker, Los Angeles Police Department. Technical Advisors Captain Jack Donahoe, Sergeant Marty Wynn, Sergeant Frans Brasher. Heard tonight were Vic Perrin, Virginia Greg, Harry Bartell, Ralph Moody. Script by Jim Moser. Music by Walter Schumann. Hell, give me speaking. King-sized Fatima has brought you Dragnet, transcribed from Los Angeles. 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