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Yes, Chesterfield is first with premium quality in both regular and king size. Don't you want to try a cigarette with a record like this? Chesterfield. 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 Wednesday, June 3rd. It was hot in Los Angeles. We were working the day watch out a robbery detail. My partner's Frank Smith, the boss's captain, did him. My name's Friday. I was on my way into the office and it was 746 a.m. when I got to room 27A. Robbery. Joe? Yeah? You're early. Yeah. I got to run over to Georgia Street receiving hospital. What's the matter? I don't know, Frank. I started to get headaches last night. I couldn't sleep. We're ringing in my ears. I don't know what it is. Now, hold on. Stay right there. What? Got up my locker. I'll get it for you. What are you talking about? The headaches. Get worse when you move. What? When you move around, it gets worse, right? Yeah. It feels like a head's going to blow up. Yeah. Huh, huh. Glad you came to me. I know just what it is. Got stuff right up here. Some place. Yeah, here it is. There you are, Joe. Take two. Fix your right up. What is it? Salt. Salt. That's your trouble. You don't get enough salt. Same thing happened to me last summer. Ever since then, I always keep a bottle of salt tablets, right? In my locker. Always ready. Take two. Fix your right up. I don't know. You got a penny? What for, a cup? Now, wait a minute, Joe. We're not going to drink that water anymore. No. Just a minute. Bought a whole case of this for us. There you are, boy. Drink it right out of the bottle. What is it? Poland water, Joe. 100% pure. Right from the springs. Real water. Yeah. Yep. Read right there on the bottle. See? Not carbonated. Full of minerals and good things. Yeah, well, Frank, maybe I ought to wait and see the doctor, huh? Joe, believe me. I know what's wrong. It's happened to me. Same thing. Salt. That's what you need. There you are. Poland water and the pills. Fix your right up. There they are. Go ahead. Oh, look, I appreciate all this really I do, but I think I ought to see the doctor, huh? Joe, don't you trust me? Well, yeah. Take the pills. Salt. Salt. Take them. All right. There you are. That wasn't bad, was it? If the headaches don't go away, we can drop by Georgia Street and see the doctor. I'll put the cap back on. Keep it fresh for her. Anything in the box? Yeah, an arrest report. We're supposed to check the guy out. Anything on it? Killed up a grocery store at the corner 7th of Francis a week ago yesterday. When'd they pick him up? Last night. The victim saw him on the street and called a radio car. Took him into custody and then booked him. Well, let's go talk to him. I'll see what he's got to say. After we get through, we can drop by the hospital if he's still got the headaches. They shouldn't take too long. Well, sure, a guy's already confessed. We ran the name of the suspect, Thomas Stanford, through R&I, but we found no previous criminal record for any one of his description. At 8.10 a.m., we drove over to the main jail. We went up to the second floor and signed in. Stanford was brought from his cell, and Frank and I took him to one of the interview rooms. We gave him a cigarette and he started to talk. He was quiet and cooperative. Yeah, I did the robbery. We could go yesterday. I'd like to check some things out here on the arrest report. Sure, I want to get this over with it. I did it like I told you, nothing special. Just held up the store. The full name is Thomas Arthur Stanford, is that right? Yeah, Thomas Arthur. My friends call me Tom. Your home address is 1824 and a quarter, South Mariposa Avenue. Yeah, I live with my father. 1824 and a quarter, South Mariposa Avenue, LA 7. What's your father's name? Arthur. Same as my middle name. I was named after him. You employed? Not regularly. What do you mean? I don't have a regular job like in a factory or a store. I'm a gardener. I work for different people. You give us a list of the people you work for? I'm sure if you've got to have. It's just routine. Oh. Yeah, I'll give them to you. You want to tell us how you committed the robbery? Yeah, I'll tell you. Much to tell, though. It's pretty simple. I went in and held the place up, took the money. It's about all there is to it. Were you armed when you went into that grocery store? Yeah. Yeah, I had a gun. What kind of a gun? 32 automatic. Had eight bullets. Where's the gun now? Threw it away. Where? In one of the ponds up in Ferndale. You mean up in Griffith Park? Yeah, just a little up the canyon there. You want to show us where it is? Sure. All right. If you start right at the beginning, tell us all about the robbery, what you did. Why do you have to know all that? I told you I did it. There's nothing more you have to know. We've got to have it for the record. It's just routine, like I told you. You guys do a lot of things. It's routine, don't you? Yeah, we do, quite a bit. Was there anybody in the store when you went in? Just the woman that owned the place. I guess she owned it. The way she carried on, you thought it was her own money. I was taken. Well, I took out the gun and I told her it was a stick-up. I said for her not to cause any trouble. What'd she say to that? Well, that's when she got hacked at me. He started to yell. What'd you do? I guess she figured I meant what I said when I told her to shut up. Anyway, she quieted it down. Then I told her to get into the back room. They got this little room where they keep the empty coke and the beer bottles. I told her to get in there. Did she? Yeah, she went into the room and I locked the door from the outside. Then I went to the cash register and punched the no-sale button and took the money. After that, I left the store. You didn't have the money on you when they picked you up last night. Where is it? It's gone. I spent it. You spent it all? Yeah. Every last nickel. I had myself a ball. You remember where you spent it? Or around different places. I bought myself some clothes. Spent some of it in clubs. Just went. I don't know what left. You drive a car, Stanford? Yeah. It isn't mine though. It belongs to my father. It's a big Chrysler sedan. Did you drive that when you held up the grocery store? Yeah. I had it parked down the street on 7th. Remember the time when you went into the store? Yeah. It was just after 12. 12 noon. What were you doing in the neighborhood last night? You mean when they picked me up? That's right. Just looking around. Have you ever been arrested before? No. Never been mixed up with a cop. In the hospital? Mental institution? What do you ask a question like that for? Routine. Oh. Well, when I was a kid, I had my tonsils out. I was in a hospital in a couple of days. I don't remember it too well. It was a long time ago. How old are you, Stanford? 28. All these questions you're asking me. I told the two cops that picked me up. The same things. Why you got to ask them again? Can't you just send me the pen attention and get it over with? Got to double check the story, Stanford. I suppose so. It just seems that you're going to a lot of trouble. You don't have to. I told you, I did it. I didn't give him any trouble. I confess. No. My father know about this yet? Yeah, he was called. He's going to be pretty sore about it. All right. I'm sure he doesn't know I used his car. 9.15 a.m. We checked the suspect out of the main jail and took him over to the store that had been robbed. While Frank waited in the car, I went in and talked to the victim of Mrs. Alice Kenwood. I told her that we'd bring the suspect into the store and ask him several questions about the robbery. During that time, I told her that we wanted her to observe the suspect so that she could give us a positive identification. It would be better if she didn't talk to him and that if she had any questions, she could ask him through us. She agreed and said that she would do anything she could to help us in the investigation. I went out to the car and Frank and I brought the suspect into the store. Come on back here, Stanford. What are you bringing me here for? What are you trying to prove? I'd like to have you explain a few things for us. Well, I told you all I could. I told you I committed the robbery. Isn't that enough? Just a couple of things we'd like to have you clear up for us. Well, what things? I told you how I did it. Well, she'll tell you. That's the woman I held up. She'll tell you it was me. No, she's the one who turned me in. How about it, Miss Kenwood? He's the one, all right. I had no many place. Well, there, isn't that enough? What more do you want? I'd like to have you show us just how you came into the store and what you did while you were in here. You mean the whole thing? Yeah, from the time you came in through the door. All right. Take these handcuffs off and I'll show you. You can show us with them on. It's got to be that way. It's going to make it tougher. Go ahead. Yeah. Well, I came in the door. I came in and she was standing behind that counter. You mean Miss Kenwood? Yeah, her. She was standing behind the counter. I walked over to her and she showed her the gun. Told her it was a stick up. Told her I wanted the money. That's right. He pointed the gun at me. I thought it was going to shoot. All right. Go ahead, Stamford. Well, she started to yell, told me to get out of the store. Certainly I yelled at him. You think I want anybody coming in here and waving a gun around? Oh, if my husband was here, he'd show you. Show you're good. You see what I mean? I never saw a woman that could yell some. Go ahead, Stamford. What'd you do then? Well, I told her if she didn't keep quiet, I'd have to shoot her. And then I told her to get in the room and back. Now just hold on a minute. It's not only a thief, but he's a liar too. Ma'am. That's not what he did at all. What do you mean, Mrs. Kenwood? He didn't tell me to get into the back room. There ain't any back room. How about that, Stamford? You're going to listen to her. I'm the one that robbed the place. She didn't. I guess I know what I did. All right. Let's take a look back here. Come on. What's behind this curtain here, Miss Kenwood? Just a little space where I keep my empty bottles. Goes right out onto the alley. There. See, that's where I put her. That's where I told her to stay. Mm-hmm. And you said you locked the door. There's no door there. I got confused. It doesn't make any difference. I told her to get back there and stay there until I was out of the store. That's a lie. You did no such thing. You told me to get down on the floor and cover my face. Then you went over to the cash register and you took the money. I didn't move. Didn't want to give you any trouble. The way you were waving that gun around it's a wonder you didn't try to kill me. Well, you're yacking that up. I should have done it. All right. That's enough, Frank. Yeah. You want to take Stamford out of the car. I'll be right with you. Yeah, all right. Let's go. I didn't know what you got to go through all this for. I told you I did. I never saw anything like it before. You can't even confess around here. Nobody believes you. Miss Kenwin? Yes, officer. Are you sure that's the man that held you up here? I said it before. I'm positive. There isn't any doubt in my mind. Mm-hmm. You heard what he said. How he said he robbed you. Is that the way it happened? Well, everything was the same except where he said that he put me in back there. That wasn't true. He made me lie down on the floor right there. Told me to stay still for five minutes, not to move. Said that if I caused any trouble, he'd come back and shoot me. Mm-hmm. I think he's crazy. Anybody would wave a gun around like that. It's terrible. I wish my husband was here. He'd show that snip. He's in the army, you know, my husband. Yes, ma'am. Awful thing. Him overseas getting shot at in young punks like that roaming around the streets with guns, threatening people. It's a terrible thing. Now, this is pretty important, ma'am. I want to ask you once more. You're sure that's the man who held you up? How many times do I have to say it? I told you that it is. He admitted himself. What more do you need? Well, I don't know, ma'am. There's just something here that isn't right about the whole thing. Doesn't make any difference. He's the man. There's no mistake about that. Well, you just let me know when you want me in court. I'll be there. I want to see him get what's coming to him every bit of it. Yes, ma'am. So do we if he's the right man. 1222 p.m. We drove the suspect back to the city hall for further questioning. Frank took him to the interrogation room, and I checked into the squad room. Pardon me? Yes, sir. Sergeant Friday? Yes, sir. Something I can do for you? I'm Arthur Stanford, Tom's father. Oh, yes, sir. I understand my son is here. Is that right? Yes, sir, he's here. I wonder if I could see him, talk to him? Yes, sir. I think that can be your answer. Has he told you why he did it? Has he? Well, he's given us some reason, sir. None of them are very good. I can't understand it. Just isn't there any reason for him to do a thing like this? No reason at all that I can see. I don't know what to do, Mr. Friday. I left the house this morning, and all the people in the neighborhood knew about it. They all knew. I walked down the street and they turned away from me. I could see them watching me through the windows of their houses. I could tell what they were thinking. My son's a thief, common thief. And in my heart, I know it's true. I don't know what to do about it, Mr. Friday. Can you tell me? No, sir, I'm afraid I can't. Well, maybe he can. May I see him? Yes, sir, he's across the hall. This way. Right over here, sir. I wonder if I could have a cigarette? Yes, sir. Here you are. Here's a match. Thank you. I'm not sure what I'm going to say to him. I'm going to see him. I wish I had some time to think. Well, you don't have to go in now if you don't want to, sir. Oh, it wouldn't help any to put it off. Won't get any easier with time. I might as well get it over with. All right, sir. Hi, Pop. Why'd you do it, son? Well, I did it because I wanted to. I wanted the money. I didn't know any other reason you robbed somebody. I wanted the money, so I did it. You could have come to me. I'd have tried to get the money for you. You know I'd have tried. Where'd you get it? Where'd you get that kind of money? All your life, you've been grubbing for pennies. I don't want small money. I want to be rich. I will be, too. All right, take it easy. All right, Mr. Friday, I understand. All my life you've been saying you understand. I'm getting sick of it. As long as I can remember, you've been telling me to get out and do something on my own. Well, I finally did it, and now you aren't happy with it. You expect me to throw my head up in the air because you're a thief? Oh, knock it off. I'm tired of you giving me lectures all the time. Yackity, yack. Never stop. That's enough with that, don't you think, Stan? Well, you keep out of this, cop. This is a family matter. It doesn't concern you. This is between my father and me. Well, tell me why. That's all I want. Why? Tell me so I can face the neighbors, tell them your son's a bum. They know that already, but that's not a reason to steal. It's good enough for me. They're not going to listen to you anyway. They already made up their minds about me. They did that a long time ago. Come on, Stan, for let's go back to jail. Sure. Anything else here to do? He never understood. He never did. Let's go. Yeah, one thing I'd like to ask first. What's that? You're going to jail for a long time. I have to live while you're going. It's your worry, man. It always has been. I want to know what you did with the garden tools. I'll have to have them to get along. Oh, no. I left them someplace. You remember where? I think. I need those tools. I'm not sure. Maybe at Mrs. Howard's. Maybe that's where I left. Over on 12th? Yeah, I did her place last Wednesday. I guess I forgot to pick the stuff up when I left. I must still be there. And I'll go over and get them. Wait a minute. What do you want? He said he did some gardening for this Mrs. Howard last Wednesday. That'll be a week ago yesterday. Is that right? That's what I said. You remember what time you were there? Most of the day I got there about 10 in the morning. Left about four in the afternoon. I was in a hurry to get away. That's why I forgot the tools, I guess. You leave the place at all during the day? Not until I finished. What are you trying to prove with all these questions? About the robbery, Stanford. Yeah? If you were at this Howard woman's house, how could you have held up the grocery store? Don't make no difference how I did it. I don't have to explain it to you. No, you're wrong about that, Stanford. Is that right? Too many things you don't add up the way you confess. The difference in your story about the robbery. Now, this thing about you being at the Howard house, I don't know why you're lying about this, Stanford. Yeah? But we're going to find out. You are listening to Dragnet, the authentic story of your police force in action. Chesterfield is best for you. 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We got the address of the house where Stanford had said he'd left the gardening tools. 3.15 p.m. After taking the suspect back to the main jail, Frank and I drove out to talk to the Howard woman. The place sure looks nice. Well kept. Yeah. Look at those carnations, Joe. You ever see anything so pretty? Yeah, they're very nice. You know, Fay tries them all the time. Never seems to have any luck with them, though. Plants come up all right, but the flowers just don't seem to get very big. About size of half a buck. Little bitty things. Yeah. You smell good, though. Can I get the bell? Yes? Ms. Howard? That's right. Is there something you want? Police officers, ma'am. We'd like to talk to you. Policemen? What do you want to see me for? Well, it's about a man who did some work for you, Thomas Stanford. Oh. Yes, come in, Mortier. Thank you very much. My name's Friday, Mrs. Howard. This is my partner, Frank Smith. Well, how do you do? How do you do, ma'am? Just sit down there. I'm having a late lunch. Can I get to you anything? No, thank you. No, thank you. Sure, you wouldn't have a glass of iced tea or something like that? Oh, yes, Tom. He's a good gardener. He does a beautiful job on the place. You should take a walk around the grounds. He keeps it just beautifully. Yes, ma'am. Could you tell us when he was here last? Oh, well, I'd have to think about that. Let's see. Well, I think it was a week ago yesterday. Yes, that's right. Last Wednesday, he comes once a week. He should have been here yesterday. It's called his house when he didn't show up. No answer. Probably forgot. He's very forgetful, you know. Is that right? Oh, yes. But take the last time he was here. He walked off and forgot all of his tools. Lawn mower, clippers, everything. I had to take it back to the garage. Just left it on the lawn right out in the front of the place. Mm-hmm. Have you ever had any trouble with him? What do you mean by trouble? Well, any arguments, disagreements. Well, on a couple of occasions, we've had words about what flowers to put in. He's wanted to plant one thing, and I've wanted something else. They've never been serious, though. Yes, ma'am. I suppose I shouldn't say this. What's that, Miss Howard? Well, frankly, I've never thought that Tom was real bright. He seemed sort of backwards. How do you mean, backward? Well, when it came to thinking out something for himself, he just couldn't handle it. If you told him to do a thing a certain way, do it, never vary from the way you told him. Mm-hmm. Ask him to figure something out, and he was dead. It seemed like the motor was turning over all right, but he just couldn't get the clutch out. Gears just wouldn't work. Yes, ma'am. That's why I say I don't think he's very bright. He just can't seem to think for himself. No initiative. Do you remember what time he was here on Wednesday? Well, I'll see. He got here about 10 in the morning. It was right after that radio show about the friends. I just finished listening to that when he got here. That goes off the air at 10. Have you ever heard it? No, ma'am. Oh, you should listen sometime. These people tell why they need a friend to help them out of trouble. Well, I listen to it every morning. Makes me feel pretty lucky, those poor people. I sure appreciate what I've got when I hear what they have to say. Uh-huh. Was Stanford here all day, ma'am? Yes, all day. He didn't leave until, um, let's see. I guess it was about five someplace around in there. It seems to me it was just before the five o'clock news, just before that when he left. You say he got here at 10 and then he left just before five o'clock? That's right. Any chance that he might have been away without you knowing it? No. No, I'd have known it if he had. He was out in the backyard most of the morning and then he took care of the front later in the day. What's he do about lunchman's hard? What do you mean? What does he bring his lunch with him? Once in a while he does, yes. Well, he didn't on Wednesday, though. I'm sure about that. How do you mean, Mrs. Hard? Well, wrong about lunchtime. It was right after the, uh, known news. I made up a little plate for him. A couple of sandwiches, potato chips and some pickles. Little tiny sweet gherkins. I made it up and I took it out to him. How's ma'am? I took this nice plate out to him and where do you suppose I found him? Where? Out behind the garage, sitting next to the compost box. What do you suppose he was doing? Oh, what, ma'am? Reading a comic book. All about cops and robbers. One of those with a picture on the cover of the crooks trying to shoot the way out of the bank. I told him that he'd better get on the ball, let the clutch out and get to work. I told him that I wanted the yard finished up by five and that I didn't want any funny business about it. What'd he say to that? Well, he just looked at me for a long time and then he said, okay, Warden, just like that. Okay, Warden. But he got to work. Right away and he finished up on time. He see my son and daughter and all were coming over. It was his birthday and we'd planned a little party. How about the place to be nice for them? Yes, ma'am, we understand. Is it possible that Stanford could have gotten away from the yard at all between ten and five? No, no, I'm sure that. He was here all the time. All right, ma'am, thank you very much. What's this all about? Is Tom in some sort of trouble? No, it's just a routine investigation. Ms. Howard, I'm going to give you our card in case you think of anything else. Here you are. Oh, thank you. Michigan 5211, is that right? Yes, ma'am. Ask for robbery division. That's extension 2511. It's right on the card. Oh, yes. Poor Tom. All this trouble. It's too bad. Yes, ma'am. And just wish this was New York. Big apart. Well, if this was New York, everything would be all right. How's that? That program about the friends? Yes, ma'am. Tom could sure use one. We left Mrs. Howard's home and talked to some of the people in the neighborhood. They told us that the Howard's were respected people in the community and some of them verified the fact that Stanford had worked for almost two years. The man who lived directly across the street from the Howard House said that he'd talked with Stanford on the afternoon of the robbery. He said that he'd asked the suspect about the seeds that he used to raise the carnations that were planted along the front of the house. He went on to say that he'd been working in the front yard of his own house all afternoon and that he'd seen the suspect throughout that time. We drove back to the grocery store and talked with the victim, Mrs. Kenwood. Under questioning, she admitted that she could have made a mistake about the identification, but she said that if she was wrong, the thief could act as a double for Tom Stanford. 10.30 p.m. We drove back to the main jail We took him back to the city hall and talked to him in the interrogation room. He was sullen and refused to answer our questions. Stanford? Yeah. I'd like to have you tell us the truth this time. I told you it isn't my fault if you don't believe me. It isn't my fault. Look, Stanford, we talked with this Mrs. Howard. She told us that you were working for her all day a week ago Wednesday. So what's that prove? Well, you admit it's true then, huh? Sure it's true. I was working. Then how could you have gotten to the grocery store and held it down? Stanford? I did it. You've got anything more to say. I did the robbery. Smith, do you get tonight's papers? Yeah, I picked them up earlier. Anything in them about me? I didn't see anything. There must have been something, some story about me with my name. If there was, I didn't see it. Well, maybe it didn't look good. Maybe. There's got to be something, a picture or something. No. Well, let me look. Where'd you leave the papers for? The squadron. Would you get them and let me look? Sure. Pretty important to you that you're in the papers, isn't it? I just want to see them, that's all. Well, he'll bring them back. You must have made a mistake. There's something about me. There's got to be. It isn't every day there's a robbery like this. The papers had righted up big, wouldn't they? I don't know. I'm sure they would. There was a story when the place was robbed, told all about how it was done. It was just a little story, but now they've got me. It seems you should have a picture. Here it is. Let me see. Nothing on the first page. Robbery happened a week ago. It's all news. Yeah, but you just caught me last night. Nothing. One lousy word, nothing at all. That makes a difference, doesn't it? Sure does, sure. If there isn't anything in the papers, how are people going to know I did it? How are they going to know? They won't. But they got it. They got it. Don't you see that? If they don't know that I did the robbery, there ain't no reason for it. No reason at all. What do you mean, Stafford? Well, there won't be no pictures, no nothing. People still think I'm nobody. No one's going to know that I did do something. No one will know. Well, the way it looks to us, you didn't do it. There should be a story about it, about how I confessed. Maybe not a picture, but at least a story, something. You didn't do it, did you? Stafford, come on. You didn't hold up that story, did you? No. No, I didn't. I thought I could get away with it. I thought that if I confessed, you'd put me in jail and people would look at me different. And they wouldn't laugh at me anymore. Because I'd done something. Poor dumb Tom. That's what they say. Poor dumb Tom. Just once I wanted to show them, show them that I could do something. You're ready to go. Back to jail? That's right. You think we could stop on the way over and like to pick up something? Yeah, what's that? Other papers. Might be something in them. The story you have just heard is true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On June 4th, a meeting was held in the district attorney's office, city and county of Los Angeles, state of California. In a moment, the results of that meeting. Now, here is our star, Jack Webb. Thank you, George Phenomen. I'd like to talk to you people who don't smoke Chesterfields. I'm convinced that if you try just one carton, you'll find their best for you. They're milder, they have a wonderful taste, and most important, they have premium quality in both sizes, regular or king size. So pick up that carton, will you? Chesterfields. Try them. A 5.10 report was filed on Thomas Arthur Stanford and he was released from custody. Ten months later, on May 22nd, James R. Rogers was apprehended while attempting to hold up a liquor store at the corner of 3rd and Temple streets. While being interrogated, he confessed to committing the robbery that Stanford had been accused of. The physical appearance of the two men was almost identical. Rogers was tried and convicted of robbery in the first degree and received sentence as prescribed by law. 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 Wynne, Sergeant Bantz Frasier. Heard tonight were Ben Alexander, Virginia Gregg, Big Perron, Script by John Robinson, Music by Walter Schumann, Hell, give me speaking. For a million laughs, tune in Chesterfield's Martin and Lewis show Tuesday on this same NBC station, and sound off for Chesterfield. 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