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Best of all, long cigarettes. Start enjoying Fatima tomorrow. The documentary 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 to 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. This Saturday, August 7th, this happened to Los Angeles. We were working a day last Saturday at the juvenile bureau. My partner's been re-meriled. The boss is Inspector Bowie. My name's Freddy. It's 7.35 p.m. and we got to where we parked our car. $80,000. Thanks for seeing me. My house is back that way, huh? Yeah. You like to fill around here, huh? You all right? I'm on that side. Okay. One of you is here. No, you better wait a minute. Okay. It's all clear now. What about you? I think there's something sour about the whole thing. Well, where do we check at the house? The kid might have turned up while we were going. I hope so. You hate to go back there empty-handed. Not one lousy leave. It's hard to figure. The little girls just wandered off. Somebody could have spotted them by this time. Unless there was some kind of an accident. Yeah. What time is that? Um, 20 minutes late. Five hours. A long time for a pair of four-year-olds to be outside in there. Parents are going to be worried sick when they tell them. Let's get up the next block in there. Oh, yeah. You might as well pull up right here, huh? Yeah, I understand. Let's go. Let's just come in. Is there anything? No, sir. Not too much, Mr. Carson. We just finished checking the neighborhood. Well, somebody must have seen the kids. Did you talk to everybody? We checked out all the names you gave us, sir. Everyone who knows your little girls, the kids they play with, their friends, fans, storekeepers in the area. But somebody had this here. They got to be around someplace. If John and Tilly got lost in that park, I know they would have headed up to it home. Pardon me. What is it? Dependent? No, we're still talking with Carson. He's never left to tell you right now. They got somebody started seeing. Tilly and John couldn't wind it up that far. I don't think it's as bad as it might seem to you, ma'am. It doesn't have been missing a lot longer than your two little girls who turned up all right. Just try to relax, Mr. Carson. Why doesn't somebody see the one lost in the park but it's only three blocks away, huh? Why doesn't somebody see? Bacca. God knows what could have happened to you, ma'am. Take it easy, honey. Don't start imagining things. I think it's just a matter of time, ma'am. You've got three teens and then working on it with a gotten-out-of-broad class on your little girl. Did you talk to the phone or something? Yes, ma'am, we did. We checked out all the names you gave us. There is one thing we wanted to ask you about. What about the spot in the park where you had your picnic this afternoon where the little girls wanted off from? Exactly where I pointed it out to the other half just by the eclipses, girl. Right off Southern Avenue. Just about two feet of this afternoon. We found a place where I could take a minute. No, we didn't. I saw the girls playing tag over by the tree. I looked up and he came in and he was gone. Just like I told the other half. Then you're sure about that little kid, too, huh? Of course, I'm sure. What's that like for you? I want you to find the girls. Please, ma'am. Yes, ma'am. Come on, honey. Take it easy, huh? It's just never happened to us before, sergeant. Don't tell me it's never gone off like this. It's not like them. That's all. It's only baby, really. Do you want me to get up right at the time? Yes, sir. Would you please? Sure. I will. Can you tell me anything? No, I can't do it. Do you want to step outside? Yes. We're off my check with a guy who runs an ice cream wagon. He works the area in the park where the kid disappeared. What do you tell him? He saw a couple of little girls about a half mile from that eucalyptus grove. About three o'clock this afternoon, they were with a man here. So he saw the man put the kid in a truck and drove off with him. Oh, yeah. Together with Karen Welke, Ben and I left the home with a little friend, Karstle, a pair of two little girls without telling them about the latest reports. While it was positively confirmed, we felt that telling them would serve no purpose other than to worry them needlessly. The ice cream van nearer, Mr. George Kananke, who had reported to his four-year-old girls considered to drive out with us to the park area where he spotted the children in the company of an unidentified man. I was right over there. I was this big guy, a moustache. He had the little girls one on each hand. He was walking around that clump of trees over there. You couldn't describe the man for it, Mr. Kananke? I didn't look that close. I thought he was the father. The kids were sniffling, you know. Maybe like they'd been crying. I'd better check the guard over there by the trees. Yeah, sure. Stan, I want to give a look over here. Didn't you notice anything at all about this man, Mr. Kananke? I mean, other than his moustache? Well, a big man, big shoulders, regular truck drivers, you know. Work shoes, blue shirt, blue pants, jeans, I guess. How about the color of these here? Some kind of distinguishing marks, maybe? No, I don't know. I thought he was the father. The kids were sniffling there. The little girls. Was anything wrong? It didn't look like it. Well, how about this man's truck? Did you notice that? No, I didn't. I was busy with the freezer motor then. He used me lots of trouble all the time. What about the rations now, Mr. Kananke? Maybe I should have looked. I didn't. Bag of penis, all this is. Warm, nice and fresh. There you are. Why don't you eat them while they're warm? Good. No, I saved them for my boys. Crazy for penis. No? Let's do it this way. Sure, sure, go ahead. You're welcome. Sam found these over in the bushes by the trees now. I know these things. Little girls, teddy coats, little girls' dress. Ripped pieces. 8.24 p.m. The area where the torn clothing was found was roped off and checked for footprints and other physical evidence. Men were found. Comercied detail was notified and joined in the investigation. The torn petticoat and dress were taken down to lead Joans at the crime lamp for examination. Then they were shown to the father of the missing children, Frank Carston. He definitely identified them. The search for the four-year-old twins Joan and Kelly was intensified. An emergency spot check was made of all known and registered sexual psychopaths. From the hundreds of millions, the staff office came up with one that might possibly tie in. It was listed as D.H.L. Gramberg. His address was at the end of 7th Avenue, close to the park area where the Carston twins had disappeared. On his marmoset, Gramberg was described as tall, well-built dark hair within the staff. He found them at his work, a small bar out in the real district. He was the organist there. Yeah, that's right. I live on 7th Avenue, right across from the park. I'm out of this town. Nothing's usual. Can you account for your time between noon and 6 o'clock in that Gramberg? I don't know if I can or not. I don't keep a daily log, you know. They didn't tell me how to do that. They tell us where you were between noon and 6 o'clock. That's all we want to know. That's quite a bit, doesn't it, eh? Well, I told you I was playing canasta with a mate mad. We're at that shock, you know? Look, we're letting the mood for smart answers. You just give us an alibi we can catch. That's all. I don't know why you always have to bother me when something happens. You made your own reputation and you didn't. No, what about it? Well, I left my apartment about 11.30 this morning. I went down to Union Hall and paid my dues. Had lunch with some friends. I grew up here, you know, in Murkart. Then we went on a tour of one of those two years. All right? So you said it's too far away for you? Oh, no, they won't. They left town tonight. The 8.15 train to San Francisco. Oh, yes, Mr. Shelton. That's a friend of mine from up north, Graham, wants to hear Indian law's call. Okay? Send me, Mr. Shelton, right away. What about it, Gramberg? He's brought me to the alibi. I already told you, my friends left town. You can check with the guard at the movie studio if you want. We had a pass, time punched in, time punched out. It should be all there. You want to call and check that studio? Yeah. I don't mean to be rude, Sergeant. I always did feel that registration business was unfair. Was it so? Of course. It's grossly unfair. How do you suggest we keep track of you? Why do I have to be kept track of anyway? He knows as well as I do. Your record is all a lie. I hardly even touch the kid. I've paid my time anyway. Why can't you give me a break? Every time something happens to a kid, I have a cop on my name. Well, you were in the 7th Avenue Park at any time today, Graham. What? Well, you were in the 7th Avenue Park today. As a matter of fact, there was. Yeah. I took a walk there. What time was that? I know. I left my friends after lunch. Came home to freshen up about 1.30, I guess. I was in the park about 1.45, 2 o'clock. Only stayed a few minutes. Where'd you leave? About 2.15. You went from the park to meet your friends at the studio? Exactly right here. Did you see two dark-haired little girls while you were in the park? No. I didn't see anybody. I was by myself. Are you sure of that? Well, of course I'm sure. If I did see them, it wouldn't mean anything. I don't know that kids. I don't get along with them, that's all. Another one, Graham. I wonder if you'd mind playing Diane at a birthday party. All right. Thanks, Graham. What I was saying, Sergeant, that's the truth. I couldn't have heard a little kid. That's right. You know what I said you have? Well, I know, but I just want to know how I feel. Maybe I don't get along with kids, but I couldn't hurt them. Little girls, especially. I like kids, really. I just don't understand how I like them. It's a real strange thing, isn't it? Yeah. Well, can I see? Did you talk to the studio? Yeah, I checked with a girl. What'd you say? Bamberg was there from 2.30 to 4.30. He double checked the time. Yeah. 10.55 PM. The four-year-old Karsten girls were still missing. A special detail of men from homicide were assigned to a general Kansas at stores and homes in the park area. All the residents were requested. No one had seen the children. 11.20 PM. We headed back to the Karsten home. I'm all out of smokes, Joe. You got some? No, I'm out, too. The drugstore up ahead of you could get some there, huh? Yeah. A car in front of it. That's broken bait car, isn't it? Let's see. Yeah. Oh, here's Rocky coming out of the drugstore. Hey, Will? No, Joe. Just talk to the office. There you go. They got a call from the valley station a few minutes ago. Yeah. The little girls. They've been found. 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-size cigarette. Why in Fatima the difference is quality. Quality of tobaccos. The finest domestic and Turkish varieties. Extra mild and superbly blended to give you a much different, much better flavor and aroma. Quality of manufacture. Smooth, round, perfect cigarettes. Rolled in the finest paper money can buy. Manufactured in the newest and most modern of all cigarette factories. Quality even to the appearance of the bright clean golden yellow package. 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The twin girls were taken to the Jersey Street receiving hospital where they were treated for cuts and bruises when they were returned to their home. The doctor reported that both girls had been criminal and molesters. The search for the abductor went on. Late the next day, Ben and I drove out to the Carsten home to talk to the twins, Dylan and Tilly. We had no luck at all. They were still shaken up from the excitement and shock of their experience. They went back to the little room with their mother, Helen Carsten. It was the same thing this morning when I tried the question and they just don't want to talk about it. Must have been horrible for us. Did they tell you anything at all, Mrs. Carsten? Well, Joan just wishes to talk about it. She says, the man is big. It's all I can get out of this. Tilly seems a little more willing to talk, though. She's always been a little more forward than Joan ever since they were babies. Well, I see. Well, could you ever remember all of what you have a little girl telling you about the man? She told her father the man had a mistake. Probably impressed her because my husband wears one, too. Pretty certain she's right about that. I can usually tell when she's making up things. Well, how about the little man was dressed, his clothes? No, they didn't mention anything in particular. Tilly told me the man was dirty. She said it to her three times, 30, 30 clothes. She might have meant the man had work clothes on. That's so many expressions. I don't know. Well, how did the man get your little girls into the truck? He offered them candy or something like that? Tilly said something about a kitten. The man had a little kitten and he was going to give it to them. I told him about that once. I told him a thousand times, go away from strangers. Don't go with them. Yes, ma'am. Did they tell anyone else at all about the man's existence? Tilly said the man was big. I don't know if you could count on that. Everybody looks big to her. I talked to her now but she just kept repeating the same story. The man made them cry, tore their dresses, hurt them. It's horrible for him. Yes, ma'am. Did they tell you anything at all about the truck the man was driving? Maybe the color or something like that? Well, Tilly called it a big car, a funny big car. She said it was red with red pictures all over it. You can't put much faith in that, though. Oh, enough, ma'am. Everything's red to Tilly now. Everything has red pictures on it. Just faith is going through. A few weeks ago it was blue. Everything was blue to us. Now it's red. Everything's red. I see. Well, you think they might be able to tell you a little more to do so after they've quieted down? Well, I don't know. I certainly hope so. Thank God it's all over. They're home safe. That's all it counts. Oh, ma'am. I'm afraid there's more to it than that. What? The man that did it's still free. The search for the suspect went on. All of us, the men from Givenham, homicide detail were pretty much feeling our way in the dark. Repeated questioning of residents living in the area where the abetting took place, and had to do nothing. Our two-star witnesses, the four-year-old twins, were able to contribute little. We stayed on it another three days of pounding the pavement, knocking on doors, and asking stock questions like nowhere. Well, most things were like this one. The criminal enjoyed the distant advantage of having victims who were unable because of their age to clearly identify them. Two is the August 10th. In the late afternoon, we got a call from a Bernice Hopper, a state agent in the West Hollywood area. 4.15 p.m. Ben and I drove out to interview her. Excuse me, officer. I just found out this thing goes first. All right, here's my cell phone. I just know it's gotta be here someplace. Well, yesterday morning, I remember the stink. Oh, here it is. There. Now, instead of doing business again, well, I don't know if it's gonna help you and in your case, officer, but I certainly think something should be done about it. It's flagrant. It's the only word I can think of, just flagrant. Oh, you like to tell us about it, man? Well, I saw it yesterday for one thing. So I was coming back from lunch about 2.30 in the afternoon. Monday's always at late lunch. Yes, I see. I just sat in the corner a few blocks from the grammar school, right up above on Prospect Avenue, and I saw this truck parked and there's truck driving. I remember talking to some children. Just tops. They were just tops. Yes, man. What happened? Well, what happened, it's not so much bad. It was just the way this truck driver was talking to these children. I must have been at least 20 feet from them and you and I could hear it. I know what happened, man. He was blinded. Just felt it. I couldn't understand the grown man talking with the tops like that. I was trying to felt every option where to think of. It's like that. It's like that. Was there any point in the way the children were talking to the top? I mean, was he mad at them? Was he sober? Or was it? He was sober. I don't know. I just did it myself. And my children didn't like it. And he told them. And we were in there all the more. I really think you ought to check up on him. Yes, man. Well, can you tell us a little else about it? Oh, excuse me, man. Yes, ma'am. All right. How do you do? My name's Jimmy Topper. May I help you? No, how do you do? I'm Dr. Tomlinson. You showed me and the wife a place last weekend. Oh, yes. Of course, Mr. Tomlinson. I caught a job on Norwich, wasn't it? Yeah, that's right. Well, the wife and I certainly didn't like it. She wants me to put a deposit on it. It's not the same, I guess. Well, no. As a matter of fact, I sold him Monday. It's just like I told you, saying he's very fair. Of course, you had a substantial down payment to make at the time. Oh, yeah. It did take me a few days to get some money together. It's too bad. Well, he'd certainly love the place. It's too bad, I guess. Oh, I'm very sorry, Mr. Tomlinson. There wasn't anything I could do. Oh, yeah, I know that. Well, thanks anyway, ma'am. I guess we'll keep looking for my turn-up. Yeah, I'm sure it will. And it's a sudden buy again, Mr. Tomlinson. Yeah. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Everybody wants something to nothing. Everyone has it, but they don't show the money. You know what was it? The truck driver that you saw, ma'am. Oh, yeah. Well, after hearing that talk of his, and I just copied down the license number of the truck that got right here in my desk. How about the truck driver, ma'am? Is he good at letting you? He's certainly good. The way he acted are those children. Oh, well, I'll lose you about his appearance. No, nothing besides his foul mouth. He was tall, dark, had a mustache. Tied him. One more thing. The truck was done. Yes, ma'am. There were pictures coming on the side, circus animals, I think. Did you notice the color? Oh, yeah. It was red. The pictures were red. Four forty-five p.m. We took the license number of the truck which Bernice Hofford had given us and drove back to the office and checked the two DMVs. We found the truck was registered to a commercial baking firm in the south end of town. Through their personnel department and their dispatcher's office, we got the name and address of the employee who was driving a truck with his license. He was driving the truck the same day Bernice Hofford spotted the driver talking to the school children. His name was Lester Wiley. We checked a little further, found that he was driving the same truck the day the Karsten twins were abducted. We called him to R&A. Wiley had no criminal record. Six thirty p.m. We located the suspect at his home, an old-style Gulen's white bungalow on the edge of the Highland Park District. We sat in the dining room, and got a few hundred dollars. That's your stupid enemy, huh? I didn't even ask if you wanted some of this. Well, thank you Wiley. Back then, you had to explain a bunch of language in front of those groupies. You didn't explain a bunch of those kids who are hanging out on the truck. Or maybe they wanted to get in and grab some of the cakes They make deliveries up around that school area, won't they? Well, it's not hard. Yeah, I get around quite a bit. That's not what they tell us down where you were, huh? You've had no business in the neighborhoods of that school. You deliver ruts on the other end of town. So I can't drive where I want, huh? I guess the deliveries made, why are they squawking about? I'd like to know what you were doing up in that neighborhood. I was on my lunch hour. Go out and see a friend. I got a friend living in a school. What's the matter anyway? Don't you think you've had enough of this? Well, can you tell me what I have to do in my house? It's my house. I want a glass of wine. I have it. You're not telling me what to do. All right, well, I'll just take it easy. Take it easy, Nessun. I talked to you too long enough. There's the door. You're not coming in here telling me what to do. You better get your coat. We'll talk downtown. We're not talking anyplace. Now, get out. Get out of this house right now. I'm afraid your alibi's not going to hold up where I'm at. Ready? I don't know what you're talking about. You're trying to frame me. Don't you think I know that? That doesn't make much sense. Why should we want to frame you? I don't know what you're getting at. Well, just what you're getting at. Those two little girls last week, you're going to say I took them. You're going to say I did things to them. Well, I didn't. You had anything to do with it, didn't you? Oh, no. No, I didn't. Oh, look, I'm sorry. Why don't you sit down? I just got nervous. Sure, well, I won't. Why don't you get a couple glasses, huh? Have some of this wine. One job. Good. Thank you. Just like to have your straightens out on a cup of things and we'll let you know. Yeah? Like, you know if you're going to come for your time between 12 noon and 11 p.m. last Saturday. That's the day somebody picked up those two little girls, isn't it? Yeah, that's right. Wining? I don't know. I was making deliveries like I always do, up to 11 o'clock at night. I was a little late, yeah. That's not unusual, though. That's so. Another working day, so I took good wine. You know, the part clothes kids were. It doesn't mean anything, though. I'd get around quite a bit while I'm delivering to make. All right, come on. How about it, Lally? Did you grab those two little girls? I want to go. It's all right, Mr. S.M.F. Get out of my house. Get out of my house. All right, Ben. Get them on him. Yeah. Yeah, all right. You never prove it, you know that. And what about it, Lally? To you. No good at all. You want to tell us about it? I didn't mean it at all. I didn't mean it. Once in a while, something goes wrong with me. I like kids. I like them too much, I guess. I didn't mean to hurt them. You ready to go now? Anything you say? I have the kids. What? I thought I was in my coat pocket. Glad I lost it. Glad you lost what? The pocket man. I was going to kill him. Mr. Protective Limitson. On December 10th, trial was held in Superior Court, Department 87, 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, as you might have heard me say before, on Dragonet, we try to present the kind of entertainment that you want. You're the boss. We feel the same way about patinas. If you like them, we'll smoke them. It's just that simple. Well, for me, I like them. But what's more important, I'm convinced that you will too. Patinas have a much different, much better flavor than any other long cigarette. 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