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Call Hollywood Division 2. They're going to send out some more men to help us. It's an outside chance we might come up with something. Yeah. Whoever did it sure must have been wild, Joe. I don't think I ever saw killing as brutal as this one. It's pretty rough. I must have hit her a couple of dozen times. Look at there. See? Her wrist watch is broken. Looks like she might have raised her arm to try and stop some of the blows. Yeah. Crystal smashed up pretty bad. It's hard to read. Looks like 304, doesn't it? Uh-huh. Must have been the time. From what the neighbor says, that'd have to be this afternoon. Yeah. Did you find anything that looks like the murder weapon? Nothing out in the open. Thought it'd be better if the crime lab checked the place first. How about the other rooms? They as bad as the one out front. Yeah, stuff's all scattered around. Drawers pulled out, contents thrown all over. Whoever it was, sure wanted us to think it was robbery. Well, let's check the neighbor. Yeah, he's cross street. Said he wanted to go home and take something to help quiet him down. Must have been quite a shock to the old guy. You want to tell Brian and Phillips where we'll be? Yeah. Phillips is out in the back. I saw him when I came in. I'll talk to Brian. All right. Ask him to let us know when Lee gets here with you. Yeah. All right. Come on in. Thank you. Mr. Broody? Yeah, over here. Want to turn the lights on? I was just sitting here having a drink. Trying to calm it down a little. Yes, sir. Switches there on the wall, sort of behind the what not. They had to kind of feel around. Yes, sir. I found it. Turned out the lights out my head. Oh, me, oh my, I got an awful headache. You don't happen to have a couple of aspirin on you, do you? No, sir. I'm sorry. I don't. Well, I guess you don't mind much. I guess this will do just as good. What if you tell me just what happened here? Well, I'm glad to. I want to help all I can. Sure. I'd like to see you get the guy who did this, Ethel. Well, why do you think it was a man? Huh? Well, you said guy. What makes you think it was a man? Well, I didn't mean it like, you know, not special, but come right down to it. Almost got to be a man. Can't imagine a woman doing a thing like that. At least no woman I have on you. It's got to be a man. Come on in. Everybody come in. Might as well have a convention. All the people come in. It's my partner, Mr. Broody. Oh, another policeman, huh? Yes, sir. All of that gel they're going to call us on the crime lab crew gets here. How are you, Mr. Broody? People all over the place. I never saw a crowd come so fast as when the sirens come in. Seemed like they were attached to mushrooms. Just sprung up out of the ground. Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I wonder if you'd mind leaving that alone until we ask you a few questions. Well, you mean before I have another drink? Yes, sir, if you would. Well, of course. Glad to oblige. I'll wait, I mean. You don't have to worry about me, though, not ol' Earl Broody. I'll hold my liquor. Just bet ol' Earl's a regular tanker. Don't ever show on ol' Earl. Mm-hmm. Well, if you just tell us about finding the body. Well, I was out in the front watering the lawn. Always do it at the same time, you see. The hot sun burns it up. You don't water, you know. You've got to do that. Yes, sir. Well, that's what I was doing wasn't alone. Yes, sir, do you want to go on? Sure you fellas don't want a little snort, huh? No, no, thanks. No thanks. Well, all of a sudden I hear an ear roll making an awful fuss. Who's that? That's a silly name, isn't it? Who is it? It's an old peak. She called it Nero. Always seem to me that if you're going to call it dog, Nero should be a big dog. Yes, Nero's the dog. Well, what happened then? Well, sir, first off, I didn't pay much attention to it. Just kept right on watering the lawn, and ol' Nero kept it up, kept right on yelling and hollering. I figured there must be something wrong. Yes, there must be, with all that going on. So I turned off the water and wandered it over, you know. Check up. Yes, sir. Mr. Broody, about what time was this? I thought it was funny that Ethel not coming out and making Nero shut up. Oh, it was about six o'clock. Yeah, about six o'clock. Did you see anyone around the house when you went over? No, the soul, no, sir, there's nobody. So I went around back to the patio, you know. Mm-hmm. There wasn't anybody there either. And I knocked at the door. Now all this time little ol' Nero is still raising ol' Ned. He ain't stopped to breathe hardly. Yes, sir. Well, sir, when I knocked on the door, things swung right open. Wasn't locked, you know, so I called Ethel. I called a couple of times. I didn't get no answer. I couldn't see nothing, so door opens only kind of little service ports. I didn't see a thing. Yes, sir. Then I went in, walked right into the kitchen. There she was, lying on the floor. Stuff scattered all over, and little Nero sitting right beside her just going crazy. You called the police right away, didn't you? I ran out of the house all over to my place and called the operator. I dialed no one, told him to send a policeman right away. Yeah, right away, I called him. Mm-hmm. Had you seen Miss Lawrence at all today? Yeah, I saw her this noon time. She was out to get the mail, and we said, uh, hello. You know, just as cheerful like, like that. Well, what time did you say hello? I picked up the mail, went right back into the house, just like she didn't have no idea what was going to happen. Oh, about 1.30, mail comes in. Mm-hmm. Did you see anyone around her house this afternoon? Nobody, no. Oh, well, of course, now I was out in the back most of the afternoon, you see. You see, out there working in the flowers, so I can't right out say that there wasn't anybody over there. I see. Do you know where we can get in touch with Mr. Lawrence? He works in a garage down a pico, I think. I got to name the place around someplace. I used to take my car down to him before him, and Mrs. Lawrence got a divorce. How long have they been divorced? About three years, I guess. Well, I'm not really sure about that. How'd they get along, you know? Any trouble between them? I guess some would say that he was right. I made the practice not to get involved in those things, religion, politics, and marriage troubles. I don't, I don't get meddled up in them. Oh, they, yeah, they fought all the time. Yeah. Has Mr. Lawrence been at his wife's house lately? Well, not that I've seen. We'll see each other, but I understand what Eth will say. That it was at the lawyers. She used to try to tell me about it, but I just wouldn't listen. I don't believe in it. Religion, politics, marriage stuff, and all those things, et cetera, et cetera. Yes, sir. Alimony. They was always fighting about alimony, always. Do you know what the disagreements were about besides alimony? I'll tell you, mister. You better talk to Mr. Lawrence about that. He's the one that sets you right on it. I go telling you, and I'm liable to say something wrong. You see, and I wouldn't be right, I wouldn't. You better talk to him. You talk to him. All right, sir, if you'll just give us the address, please. Sure, sure. I'll take a look at my checkbook, see if I can find it. You talk to him. You don't give him all the scoop, and maybe I can help you out a little. All right, Mr. Brutig, thank you. Any more questions you've got to ask me right now? Well, if you don't feel well, sir, we can talk to you later. I don't think that I don't feel good, just that I like another little snort. You know, kind of pick me up a little bit. Buddy and soul together, awful thing. Oh, just awful. Well, there may be some more things we'll want to check with you later tonight. A little snort ain't gonna do no harm. One thing, everybody says his older oath and whole is liquor. Everybody says that. You can ask him, everybody. How did they go by? Somebody don't say that. Well, if you'll get Mr. Lawrence's address for us, please. Right away, sir. I wonder how you're gonna take all this? All them years of battling, screaming at each other. Now they're over. He ain't gonna have no more trouble because of her. No, that's not quite right, sir. He's liable to have a lot more. Earl Brutig looked through his desk and he found a canceled check bearing the address of the garage where the victim's husband was employed. While he was looking for the check stub, Frank and I interrogated him further on the relations between Ethel Lawrence and her husband. He refused to tell us any more than he had, explaining that if the answers we got from the husband weren't adequate, we could come back and see him. 6.48 p.m., we returned to the victim's house and we talked with Lieutenant Lee Jones. He told us that the crew from the crime lab had been unable to find the murder weapon, but that they had been able to lift several good fingerprints from the kitchen. They went on to say that these had been checked with those of the victim and they were not the same. Little other physical evidence was found in the house. However, an impression of a shoe had been found in the soft earth at the side of the house and a plaster cast had been made of it. We asked Lieutenant Jones to take the fingerprints of the neighbor who had found the body and checked them with the impressions left in the victim's house. 9.46 p.m., the coroner arrived and removed the body and attached the paper seal to the front door. Frank and I went back to the office and checked the name of the victim and her husband through the record bureau. We found that Bernard Lawrence had been arrested four years previously on a wife beating charge, but that he'd been released when his wife refused to prosecute. We checked the name Earl Broody. He had no record. 10.54 p.m., we drove over to the garage where the victim's husband was employed. The place was closed, but there was a card on the door giving an emergency address. Frank and I drove out to the house, a low-rambling ranch-style building. The garage owner, Arnold Norton, met us at the door. Yeah? Mr. Norton? That's right. What can I do for you? Police officers, we'd like to talk to you. Yeah, I guess it's okay. I don't know what it's about, but I guess it's okay. What do you want? Might be better if we talked inside. Do you mind if I see your identification? No, sir. Here's my ID card. This is my partner, Frank Smith. My name's Friday. Uh-huh. Yeah, come in. Thank you. Thank you. Just a minute. I'll turn off the TV. We don't like to bother you, Mr. Norton. It shouldn't take us too long. It doesn't matter. It's just a fight movie I've seen it before. I get a kick out of seeing him again. What is it you want to know? You have an employee named Bernard Lawrence working for you? Yeah. Barney's been with me for about seven years. Why? You have a home address for him? I suppose so. Look, can you tell him what this is all about? Just a routine investigation. We'd like to talk to him. I'll write out the address for you. You ever hear about Lawrence and his wife having any quarrels or disagreements? I'm not quite sure how I should answer that. What do you mean? I don't know why you're asking the question. It's a little rough to ask me to comment on the way Barney gets along with his wife. I don't want to lay anything on him. You've known him for quite a while, have you? Yeah, I told you he's been with me for seven years. Best carb-rated man I've got. You must have heard him discussing his home life at one time or another, haven't you? I went through the same thing before. You know, I got myself right in the middle before. I don't want it to happen again. I don't understand. When they got the divorce, all the time lawyers coming around asking questions, trying to get me to take sides. I'm not going to do it. If Barney's trying to bring the thing up again, he should be the one to tell me, not have you fellas come around and do it. I'm not going to get in the middle again. I've known both of them for a long time. I think a lot of them. Ethel and Barney and me have been pretty close in the years. But I've had it. All the questions about how much Barney makes, well, where it's working hours, who do you see? Do you run around with any girls? No. I'm not going to answer any more questions. This isn't a civil matter, Mr. Norton. This has nothing to do with the divorce? No, sir. I'm not going to be called as a witness? We can't say to that, sir. Well, you fellas are going about this routine thing, makes me think that it's a lot more important than just a traffic ticket or anything like that. Well, it is. Did you see Lawrence today? You mean the garage? Yes, sir. Yeah, he can't work at eight, just like he always does. He was there all day? Eight to five. That's what he works. Does he have occasion to leave the garage at all during the day? I don't understand what you mean. Well, does he have to leave to go pick up parts, anything like that? Yeah, once in a while he does. We got a fellow who does that kind of thing, but when he's out on a call and Barney needs something fast, he maybe runs down the street and gets it. Did he leave the garage this afternoon? Yeah, he had to go down and pick up some rebuilds. You know what time he left? It'd be hard to pin it down to an exact time. I don't much keep tabs on Barney. He comes and goes as he pleases. It's pretty important that we get an idea of when he was gone. Well, I can check with the other boys in the shop. I should be able to find out when he left. I know he got back about 4.30, though. You're pretty sure about the time? Yeah, he came back and did a job on a rush one that we had, and then he took off at 5. How was he acting when he came back? What do you mean? Did he seem upset about anything? No, not particularly. He seemed pretty happy, though. He kept talking about what a beautiful day it was and how good he felt. You know, coming right down to it, Barney was happier than he's been in some time. Just seemed like all his troubles were gone. Well, we know how you feel about this, Mr. Norton, but it's pretty important. Did you ever hear Mr. Lawrence threaten his wife? I'm gonna have to take your word for it being pretty important, Mr. Friday. I've got no way of knowing, but if you guys get me in the middle of anything, I'm gonna be pretty sore about it. Don't worry about that. Well, I know, answer your question. Barney and Ethel didn't get along very well. I guess you knew that. Divorce and all. Ethel accusing Barney of running around. They had some pretty big arguments. Barney was pretty mad at the judgment. He got the alimony. He had to pay Ethel 150 a month. Made him pretty sore. But the judge said to pay it or go to jail. Ethel would just as soon see him in jail. Barney used to talk to me about it. We'd stop down the street and have a beer when we closed up the shop. Barney would say there was only two ways he could get out of the alimony payments. Well? One was if Ethel got married again, and Barney always said she was so mean that no sane man would have her. What about the other way? That was for her to die. Mm-hmm. I guess that was about the only threat you ever made so I could hear it. What's that? That he wouldn't mind helping her out. 1147 p.m. We drove over to the address we'd gotten for Bernard Lawrence. It was a modern apartment building in the Wilshire District. We rang the bell to his apartment, but we got no answer. Frank and I talked to the manager of the building, and he led us into the suspect's apartment. In a preliminary search of the place, we found nothing to tie the man in with his wife's death. However, from the close and the other personal effects in the place, we were reasonably sure that he'd returned to the apartment. The manager told us that Lawrence had come home after work, changed his clothes, and left saying that he'd return later. We put in a call to the office, and we told them where we were, and we made arrangements to be relieved the next morning in the event the suspect hadn't returned. Frank and I settled down in our car, which was parked across the street from the apartment to wait for Lawrence. At 1.30, Frank went down to the corner and called Faye to tell her he'd be a little late. He brought back a cart and a hot coffee and some sandwiches. The stakeout continued. 2.30, still no sign of the suspect. 3.30, 4. At 5.30 a.m., the landlord came to the porch of the apartment house and yelled at us, indicating he wanted to tell us something. Frank went over to see him while I waited in the car. A couple of minutes later, Frank came running back. Joe? Joe? Yeah. Manager just got a call from Lawrence. What about? Lawrence wanted to have his stuff packed and sent down to the depot. Yeah. Said he's leaving town. You are listening to Dragnet, the authentic story of your police force in action. Meet Peter Lynn Hayes and Mary Healy, America's favorite husband and wife comedy team. They are typical of smokers everywhere who are saying, Chesterfield's for me. Mary says, I've smoked regular-sized Chesterfields for about seven years. Guess that ought to prove how I feel about Chesterfield's taste and mildness. Peter says, Chesterfield's for me, too. For as I'm concerned, King is the only size. And like Mary says, Chesterfield is the only cigarette. Either way you like them. I'll bet you'll find Chesterfield is best for you. Yes, Smoke America's most popular two-way cigarette. Regular and King-sized Chesterfield. The best cigarette ever made. And best for you. 542 a.m. We called the business office and had arrangements made to check the reservation list on trains going east. We also set up stakeouts on the depots and on the airline terminals. In the event, the suspect changed his mind about taking the train. Two officers came out and relieved us at the apartment. The manager of the apartment was instructed to notify the officers on stakeout in the event he heard from Lawrence. 612 a.m., Frank and I drove back downtown. We went to the business office and got out a local and an APB on the suspect. We checked out of the office to go home and change our clothes and at 846 a.m., we met back in the squad room. You made it fast, huh, Joe? Yeah, cart the coffee there if you want some. No, thanks. I got something to eat on the way in. No. Any word? No, not yet. Lawrence still hasn't showed up at the apartment. There's nothing from the depots' stakeouts. Oh, man, I'd sure like to get some sleep. I'll run with you there. You know, Fasher saw her. What about last night? Yeah, had it all planned that we were going to a movie tonight. Always plans that I'm a day off. You know, we have dinner and get out of the neighborhood. Kinda nice. She looks forward to it. What's that got to do with last night? Well, this is my day off, right? Yeah, that's what it says on the schedule. And I'm working, right? Yeah. Well, I worked all last night, too, huh? Yeah. Gonna be no movie tonight. I don't follow you. Well, I'm gonna sleep. As soon as I get home, I'm gonna climb right into the shower, dry off into bed. Gonna sleep the clock around. Yeah. That's why. We gotta talk to Skipper this morning. Is he in yet? Yeah, he's down at Chief Brown's office. You fill him in? Yeah, a little bit. He goes along with us. Well, let's check R and I. I wanna look at that arrest report on Lawrence, see if any of his friends are listed. We might be able to get a lead on him. Better find out if he made that call he was supposed to have made when he was gone from work, huh? Yeah. The way it looks, he's still in town. Well, that doesn't do us a lot of good unless we know where. Well, we can go out and talk to the fellow that found the body. He might be able to come up with something. Better put a stake out on the garage where Lawrence worked, too. He might show up there. Right. He's got a phone. Tell him to let us know if he hears anything. Right. You know, the whole thing looks pretty clean. All we gotta do is put Lawrence at his wife's house this afternoon. We got it made. You know, there's only one in trouble. Yeah. We gotta find him before we can put him there. After putting in the call to the garage where the suspect was employed and arranging for a stake out on the place, Frank and I checked the arrest record that had been made out four years previously and obtained a list of his friends and relatives. We contacted each one of them, but they could give us no information on Lawrence. That morning, we met with Captain Lorman and we went over the evidence with him. The fingerprints found at the scene of the murder had been eliminated when they were compared with those of the neighbor, Earl Broody. Other physical evidence netted us nothing. The murder weapon still had not been found. The only piece of evidence that we had to attempt to identify the killer was the plaster cast at the footprint found by the side of the house. However, Lee Jones said that it would be of little use other than to identify the size of the shoe. It was a size 10 with a leather sole and a leather heel. There were no distinguishing marks on the impression. Two days went by and we still hadn't found Lawrence. We talked to the men he worked with, but none of them could supply us with any information as to his possible whereabouts. We checked the bars he was known to frequent without results. Apparently the suspect had disappeared without a trace. On Saturday, June 14, three days after the murder, Frank and I got back to the office after lunch. You want to check the book? Yeah. Where can I find Joe Friday? I'm him. I'm Barney Lawrence. Well, we've been looking for you. I want you to get off my back. Leave me alone. You mind telling us where you've been for the past three days? It's none of your business. The only reason I'm here now is I want to tell you to stop going around asking a lot of questions, causing me embarrassment. What do you mean by that? You know what I mean. I don't mind telling you I'm pretty sore about the things you've said behind my back. You probably didn't think I'd find out about them, but I did and I'm telling you to stop. You ought to take it easy, Lawrence. You keep your nose out of this, cop. I'm talking to him. I got a few things for you, too, before I leave. Yeah? I don't think you're going to leave. What's that supposed to mean? Just what it sounded like. You're under arrest. For what? Suspicion to murder. You figured I killed Ethel? You look good for it. Then you better get a pair of glasses, cop. I'm walking out of here, and if you're smart, you won't try to stop me. I wouldn't try it, Lawrence. Lawrence? Now, hold it. If you haven't done anything wrong, you got nothing to worry about. Now, come on back here. You know something? What's that? I've always wanted to hit a cop. Come on, Lawrence, on your feet. Keep your hands off me, cop. Just keep your hands off me. All right, now, sit down. Right here. Sit down. We're investigating a murder. Someone beat your wife to death. We're trying to find out who did it. Well, it wasn't me. You got a funny way of showing it. The suspect was booked in at the main jail on suspicion of murder. Lawrence put in a call to his lawyer, and arrangements were made to have him released on bond. Frank and I attempted to interrogate him before he was booked, but he refused to answer any questions we put to him. The following morning, we met with he and his lawyer. Again, we ran into the same stubborn silence. At 11.30 a.m., we met with Captain Lorman and Chief of Detectives Thad Brown. We laid out the evidence we had. From all appearances, we had the guilty man in custody, but it might be difficult to prove in a court of law. The one thing we'd been unable to establish was Lawrence's presence in the house at the time of the murder. It was decided that without being able to prove this, we would have little chance of getting a complaint from the district attorney's office. Frank and I started requesting the neighbors. None of them could tell us any more than they already had. We re-questioned the man who'd found the body, Earl Brutig. He came up with the additional information that there had been a crew of carpenters working on a house the day of the killing. A building was located next door to him, directly across the street from the place where the murder had been committed. We questioned the carpenters. None of them could tell us anything. However, there was one man who had been working on the construction that we were unable to reach. It took us several days before we were able to find him. On Wednesday, June 18th, we got to his house at 7.30 a.m. just before he left for work. He asked us to talk to him in the kitchen of his home. I just have him breakfast. Fix you guys up and eat? No thanks, Mr. Hewitt. We don't want to take up much of your time here. Oh, don't worry about that. What's this about anyway? We understand that you were working on a job on Green Oak Drive on the 10th of June. Is that right? Let me think. Yeah, yeah, 9700 block. Yeah, I was there. Why? He worked there all day, didn't he? That's right. Left the place around 5.30. Say this about that woman that was murdered? Yes, sir. You got the fella did it? Well, we think we know where he is. You guys like a cup of coffee? Yeah, fine. We'll join you. Yeah, thanks. Either of you use sugar? No, no thanks. No thanks, sir. Don't see how you can drink coffee without it. Always use two spoons myself. That's good. Well, say if you know who did the killing, how come he isn't in jail? We need a little more evidence before we can take him to court. That's why you're talking to me, huh? That's right. A couple of things you might be able to straighten us out on. Why me? Well, we've talked to the other men and the crew. Seems like you're the only one left. Comes right back to me, huh? That's right. Yeah. What's the matter, Hewitt? Got to sit down. What's wrong, Hewitt? What's the matter, you sick? Poisonant. Poisonant and the sugar. I've been expecting it. Frank, get an ambulance. Yeah. What kind of poison, Hewitt? What kind? There's nothing you can do now. I know this is wrong taken poison. I killed the old lady. I killed her. Ambulance on the way, Joe. Don't hurry. He's dead. The story you have just heard is true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On June 23rd, an inquest was held in offices of the coroner in and for the county of Los Angeles. In a moment, the results of that inquest. Now, here is our star, Jack Webb. Thank you. Earlier, George Fenneman told you exactly why the Chesterfield you smoke today is the best cigarette ever made. And best for you. Now, the rest is up to you. Get a carton or two for yourself. Smoke them and you'll say as we do, it's Chesterfield's for me. At the inquest, it was ruled that the suspect, Merle Patrick Hewitt, died of self-administered poison and his death was listed as a suicide. The victim's husband, Bernard Jerome Lawrence, was released from custody. Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to thank the editors of Time Magazine for their cover story of Jack Webb and Dragnet. That's Time Magazine on your newsstands this Thursday. 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