 The story you are about to hear is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. You're a detective sergeant. You're assigned a narcotics detail. A steady supply of high-grade narcotics is finding its way into your city. For two months you've been trying to run down the source. The first real break finally comes. Your job? Check it out. 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 Thursday, October 8th, it was hot in Los Angeles. We were working a day watch out in narcotics detail. My partner's Frank Smith. The boss is Captain Kearney. My name is Friday. It was 4.05 p.m. when I got to 318 West First Street, the first floor. Narcotics detail. Joe? Hi, Frank. You all threw up in Cardi? Yeah, I went to the jury. I don't think he'll be out long. Well, I hope they hook him this time. He's overdue. I don't see how they can miss. You can't tell, though. I never know what a jury's going to do. What do you got here? I found a car brought a man about a half hour ago. Pretty high. What's he shooting? H. I've had a big pop. Can't talk to him. Anything on him? Two cats. Had him taped inside the collar of his shirt. Crime lab analyzed it. Same stuff we've been chasing. European, high grade. He come up with anything? Nothing. He talks a lot, but he didn't say anything. Why don't you take him on? I'll give it a try. Mr. Jennings? This is my partner, Sergeant Friday. Well, how do you do, sir? Sure, happy to know you're Sergeant. Have a chair. Yeah, thank you. A cigarette? Yeah, don't mind if I do. You want to give you a light? Thank you. By the way, Sergeant, if you have any influence around here at all, I'd sure appreciate it if you tell this young fella here to relax. He worries too much. Keeps telling me there's something wrong. Wasn't there, Mr. Jennings? No, of course not. It's not that I don't enjoy the boys' company, but I've got an appointment. Very important one, 11 o'clock this morning. Yeah, sir. Yes, very important. I have to be there to let them sharp. A little later. It's past four in the afternoon. Oh, no, it couldn't be. The clock on the wall right behind you. Well, what do you know about that? Well, what do you know about that? That time sure flies. Well, well, wait for me. Well, I better get a move on. Sure, glad to have met you, Sergeant. Glad to meet you too, young fella. Well, just a minute, Mr. Jennings. It's not that simple. You better sit down. But I told you, I have an appointment. Very important. I'll have to wait. Sit down. All right. How about it, Jennings? When do you have your last pick? What do you mean, when do I have a pick? You know what we mean. Your arm looks like a punch board. Oh, the scars. Yes, of course. I take vitamin shots. What's your doctor's name? Dr. Young, Elden Young. Down on South Hoover. You know his phone number, do you? No, I don't. It wouldn't do any good to call him anyway. No, why? Well, he's not there. He's dead. Are you sure of that? Well, I ought to be. I went to his funeral. When did he die? Well, I don't know. Two or three months ago. The show was a nice fellow. Fine, Doctor. That's a sample, Joe. Been rattling off like that ever since they brought him in. Bring him up the usual road. Sure enough, CD-looking music. Look, Sergeant, I don't think I quite understand this. What's this all about? Mr. Jennings, you're hooked and you're hooked bad. When did you have your last fix? Well, to be honest with you, I don't quite remember. I'd like to make it clear, though. I'm not a bum. I'm not addicted to this stuff. You're not? Really, it's the truth. I can take it or leave it alone. I take an occasional shot. That's about the size of it. What do you get, the stuff, Jenny? I told you, my doctor... No, a legitimate doctor gave you this stuff they found on you. They don't dispense heroin. How about it? How about what, Sergeant? Are you going to tell us the truth? Jenny? Well, frankly, Sergeant, no, I don't think I will. I'm not an informer. That's to you, mister. We're going to find out sooner or later. I'm sorry. You're not going to find out from me. No. Now, look, let's not get into an argument, shall we? I don't have anything against you. Matter of fact, I like you. I'd like to get along with you. We're not going to argue, Jenny. It would be useful to tell you that we're trying to help you. Are you married? Do you have a family? Yes, sir. We live. Sorry, I can't tell you. I'm not dragging men into this. That's why I don't carry any identification. All right, Jenny. You want to get your hat off? Let's go. Go where? Main jail. We're booking in. Why? What for? Main jail. I only use it occasionally. Yes, sir. Is there anything wrong with that? Can't say any harm in that, can you? At least one minute. I'll get that in the morning, won't you? 438 p.m. The felony car officers who picked up the suspect, Jennings, took him to the main jail where they booked him for violation of the H&S code, section 11,500. He'd been checked through R&I, but he had no previous criminal record. Knowing that he was bound to become ill, he was ordered into isolation in the jailer, instructed to notify the doctor in attendance if Jennings needed attention. 515 p.m. We went over to the crime lab and checked with Jay Allen, who'd analyzed the two capsules found taped to the inside of Jennings shirt collar. He told us it was the same grade of high-test heroin, which had been found in the possession of other addicts during the past two months. We knew it was of European origin. We knew it was finding its way into the city. We knew it was being made available to addicts. We picked up half a dozen pushers in the last few weeks with heroin of identical quality in their possession. But the basic source of supply still remained unknown. We were convinced that none of the pushers knew who or what the ultimate source was. The following morning, after Frank and I signed in, we went over to the main jail, signed off the suspect Jennings for interrogation, and he was brought to the interview room. His face was white and he was trembling. It was only a matter of time before he got worse when the withdrawal pain set him. Morning, Jennings. I've got to get out of here. Nobody told me to be like this when I got started on this stuff. I can't stand any more of this. That? I'm gonna die. I wish I could die. Why can't you give me something? I will talk to the doctor. It's the best we can offer. He'll do what he can for you. Can you get him now? I can ask you a few questions first. Don't worry, Willie. I'm sick. All for sick. Where do you get your stuff, Jennings? What's the man's name? I don't know. It's the truth. I don't. How do you get your junk? Follow me, Betty. Bartender, I give him the money. He brings the stuff back. How much do you pay for it? $6 a cap. I don't know what he pays. I pay him $6. Do you use it? He says he doesn't. I don't know. I think he is. How about that, doctor? I can't take this. Where do we contact, Eddie? On South Main, therefore. One little big airplane on the sign. What's his last name, you know? Eddie, what? I don't know. I don't know. What's he look like? Tall, got one here. Where's the big sign ring? Eddie, that's all I know. Good guy. He was trying to help me. Any idea where he gets the junk? I don't know. Except one night I was with him. Yeah? He drove out to a little joint in Manchester, Bear Garden. He went in alone. When we got back downtown, he had the stuff. I don't know. You know, if he got it from a man who worked there, do you think it could have been one of the customers? I didn't see him. I didn't go in. I don't know. You know, anybody else who's in with this, Eddie? Anybody with a dollar? Do you do anything for money? Hey, every tell you where this junk's coming from, who's bringing it in? Oh, I asked him once. He got a little sore. I said, what do you care as long as he gets you over? Is that? I don't know. Do you want a cigarette, James? No. No, if I could just rest it. If I could just let go. Can't you do anything for me? Why don't they tell you it's going to be like this? I'd like to have you help us. Now, as long as there are men like Eddie running loose, there's going to be men like you that he's going to feed on. How about it? Is there anything else you could talk? That's all I know. I got the stuff from Eddie. Talk to him. No more questions, huh? One more, Janning. He's about your family. I don't want to talk about it. Your wife called. She found out you were in jail. No. She's coming down to see you. She can't. I don't want to see her. Tell her not to come. We can't stop her. Close enough trouble. 20 years of it. First the booze, now this. How long have you been on it, Janning? A year? A year and a half? Down hill all the way. Three kids. I don't know what's going to happen. We'll lose our house. Lost my business already. All our friends. You don't know what it's like? We've got an idea. No, you haven't. You've got no conception. It's been hell. Nobody's gone through what I have. Lost what I have. Suffering. A year and a half of it. Really suffered. Nobody knew either. Nobody suffered the way I did. Nobody. I can think of one. What? How about your wife? Janning's was returned to his cell. We contacted the jail doctor and briefed him on the suspect's condition. That afternoon, Frank and I drove to the bar on South Main Street near 4th where we located the bartender, Eddie, whom Janning had told us about. He was fairly apparent that he was under the influence of narcotics. We arrested him, took him back to the office and began questioning him. A check with R and I showed that his true name was Eddie Hartzuck and that he'd had several prior arrests for possession of narcotics and one arrest on the ABC Act. Unlike Janning, he broke almost immediately. He wouldn't confess to being a pusher, but he did admit that he was an addict and that he was supplied by a Jules Zimmerlin, the owner of a German beer garden out on Manchester Avenue. He told us he'd met Zimmerlin through a mutual friend who was now doing time in Folsom for robbery. He identified the friend as Pete Heimer. We checked with records and found it was true. Hartzuck was booked in as a vague addict. Then we contacted Captain Larry O'Brien up at Folsom Penitentiary who filled us in on Pete Heimer's background. After that, we checked R and I on the owner of the beer garden, Jules Zimmerlin. We found he was registered as an ex-con from Minnesota where he'd done time for burglary and grand theft. After a meeting with Captain Kearney, it was agreed that our first move was to get next to Zimmerlin. I was deposed as a recent parolee from Folsom, a friend of Pete Heimer's. That night, I attempted to make my first contact with Zimmerlin at the beer garden out on Manchester Avenue. Waiter? Yes, sir, can I help you? Yeah, draft beer, bring me a bag of peanuts, too. All right. Just a minute. Is the boss around, sir? Jules, the boss. He's around, I'd like to see him. He's around a minute ago. Yeah, there he is. What's up, Brad? Yes, sir, you want to see me? You're Jules Zimmerlin? That's right. Jack Bronson. I'm a friend of Pete Heimer's. He told me to look you up. I saw Pete was in Colson. Yeah, he is. I was in there with him. Sell me. I drew parole about a month ago. Oh, I see. Mind if I sit down? Go ahead. I'll see you making out. Doing all right? That's kind of rough. He's fighting time, doing it the hard way. He's not young anymore, you know. Yeah, he's too bad. Nice fellow, Pete. Never did use his head, though. There you are, sir. draft beer, peanuts. All right. Mr. Zimmerlin? No, nothing. Yes. Where are you from originally, Bronson, L.A.? No, Detroit. What do you figure I'm doing now? Going back there? No. I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm still looking around. I'll go back to my Iraq effects and stuff. And so? Well, I got my M.O. tag from here to Seattle. What's that? Face. That's all I ever worked. That's what I said. Do you mind if I... No, help yourself. Yeah, thanks. Yeah, you've had tough luck. How much time you do? Go ten, seven and three hours. You working now? Yeah, a lumber yard over there. What's that? I said a lumber yard. Hands don't show any work. No, of course not. I don't go into that rough stuff. I'm a clerk over there. It's an easy tax, not much dough, though. What are your plans? Can I see mine? Oh, I don't know. Money. Pete told me I've ever got discussable with you up. No, I don't know. There's not much doing around here right now. I really tried to make it when I came out this time. I just played it straight down the street. You want some of these? No, thanks. You go ahead. Okay. I tried to play it straight. Stay on the street. It can't be down. I can't punch a clock and drive you crazy. I wish I had something for you. Don't know this thing. I got an idea how you feel. I guess you ought to know. Pete told me. Said you fell twice back. He's many half of us, wasn't he? He talks too much. Not only do the right people. Now, he said if you got here, Jules, you must sell a lot of beer, huh? I get by. A orchestra? A big lay out? Where's Kevin? Oh, he's got a pretty good business going. Let's go to him, Jules. I need a job. I got to turn him back. I wish I had something for you. Now, look. I didn't spend all that time with Pete for nothing. I know this setup. Pete said you're a right guy. He's a business of you. What do you mean? That's bad. There's a lot of contacts up by Fresno. Red Mountain. Good contacts. A lot of money up there. Pete said you handle quality stuff. You're a fan. The stuff they're pushing up around Fresno is nothing. We're allowed. If you try it straight, we can both score. You score good. I don't think I'll follow you, Bronson. I don't think you do. We get the right stuff up there at the right time. We can clean up. I know we can't. I know so. I got a buddy of you. I had a bum a ride to get up there four months ago. Now, he's driving a Cadillac. Great business up there. It's fashion is cool. How do you want another beer? I can't afford a stall on this, Jules. There's a lot of fucking money around. I don't want a piece of it. Well, maybe we can talk, Bronson. I don't know. It might work out something. I'd like to get to know you. What's the pitch? I said I was a fan of Pete's tonight. Check with him. Or don't you try something? I haven't heard from Pete lately. I like to. Can't be too careful, you know. It pays to check things out. So I go ahead and check. I just haven't got the time to throw away that stuff. You're crazy, but he's penis. Well, I'll tell you. I might send a wife up to visit Pete this Sunday. She doesn't know him, but she can ask him about you. I hope you don't mind. No, I don't mind. I just want to get going. If you haven't got any junk to push, put me next to somebody who has, huh? There's dough to be made, enough for both of us. I want to make it. You can't go wrong in the deal. You're smart enough to see that, aren't you? Talk fast, Bronson. Look, you're not doing me any favor. I'm doing you one. If you're not ready to move on the deal, just say so. If you are, okay. Well, it's a big rush. Take your time. Let's talk about it. You already have. How about it? How about what? You've got to set up now. When do I get an answer? When do I get one from Pete? 11.30 p.m. I traded small talk with an narcotics suspect, Jules Zimmerlin, until closing time. Then I left the beer garden, took a streetcar back to the room I'd rented in a small third-rate hotel down on South Broadway. The following morning, I got in touch with the office, and they, in turn, contacted Captain Larry O'Brien at Folsom Penitentiary and acquainted him with the facts of the case. He was told that Mrs. Zimmerlin would arrive at the prison to visit Pete Heimer the following Sunday and that she had never seen Heimer before in person. O'Brien made immediate arrangements to have one of the officers at the prison pose as Pete Heimer and visit with Mrs. Zimmerlin. Heimer himself would know nothing about it. I spent the next few nights at the beer garden trading more small talk with the suspect, Jules Zimmerlin. The conversation included fishing, the liquor business, gambling, sports, everything but narcotics. I couldn't tell how I was making out with him, whether he was sold on me or not. I waited in my hotel room the following Sunday afternoon until Frank Smith called me from the office. He told me Captain O'Brien at Folsom had just contacted them and he said Mrs. Zimmerlin had visited the prison but she talked with the guard posing as Pete Heimer and that apparently everything had gone off well. 9.30 the following Monday night, I went back to the beer garden and met with Jules Zimmerlin. Yeah, not a bad crowd for a Monday night. Usually a lot slower than this. I'll let you worry about that, Jules. We've been through enough small talk. Now how about it? What's the answer? Gotta be in a hurry, don't you? Relax. It'll work out. Not without a push, it won't. Now how about it? You said you'd have an answer tonight. I just don't like the way you figured it, that's all. I don't take the risk of getting the stuff up the threshold. If you buy, you buy here. After that, I don't care. How you get up north is your work. That's the way you feel. I'm not going to fight you on it. Your wife checked the feed. Pete gave to go ahead. You're everything you say you are. I understand you did a couple of big favors of Pete up there. They can make the same for anybody of mine. Pete told the wife instead of these four of them. Could have talked, he kept your mouth shut. Only one more thing I want to know. You asked him up, haven't you? You ever chippy around with the junk? Do I look like it? I wouldn't touch it for a million dollars. I'm weak on each of you and one of them. Good. I don't want anyone around to shoot this stuff. I've seen it happen a hundred times. Cops, pull them in and you're done. They all talk when they get sick. Let's stop this. Come on, back me up. Today you've got these friends who want to buy. How much money can they raise? It depends. How much stuff can you come up with? I mean good stuff. Everything I handle is good. Here, go ahead. How about it? How much they want? I told you, it depends. How much can you deliver? That's up to the big man. I'm left. I figure stores are pretty low. What about you with a big man? I'm a guest. I handle the stuff for him. That's all I get my cut. He must be big. Who is he? None of your business. You don't make the deals with him. You make him through me. All right, it was me. You figure he's pretty low on the supply, huh? I'm only going to have enough to deal. I'm in a big buy. Maybe it's Saturday. I don't know. When will you know? Saturday when I see it. How much cash can your friends raise? Ten thousand. Maybe more. It depends. Do you have the money by then? Maybe. I have to have a couple of days, contact my friends. Probably they want more. How's the stuff come in? What do you think? Why? I want the right slant. Where's it coming from? I'm not going to get loaded down with Mexican stuff. We can help it. Don't worry. European comes in by ship. Well, it doesn't gel for me. How do they get it by customs? They don't. I do. By the way, you do anything Saturday? Why? I take a little run on my fishing boat. One of the boys is sick. I need another deckhand. What kind of sail are you? I can make out. All right. Come along. We'll do a little fishing. You might learn something. Smuggling's not as tough as it looks. This guy Cole called me during dinner trying to convince me that his wonderful money management advice will make me rich. I say, I already have someone for that. He says, I am. What does your guy do for you? I say, well, let's see. He helps plan my investments for long-term growth. He administers my 401K. He's got people managing my trust real estate holdings and dealing with all the zoning and entitlement stuff that drives me crazy. He can get me a million dollar line of credit to help pay my capital gains tax. And he can occasionally talk some financial sense into my brother-in-law. What is his pause on the other end? 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Jan's been saving money with them for years. He, with the money I'll save with Wawanisa's low rates, I'll have more money to spend on the kids. Okay, I'm going with Wawanisa with Wawanisa. I'll never have to think about car insurance again. Check Wawanisa's low rates today by calling 1-800-438-4300 and ask about their homeowner and condo insurance too. Call 1-800-438-4300-Wawanisa Insurance. Excellent service at an excellent price. KNX 1070, News Radio. Tuesday, October 13th, 9 a.m. I called the office and briefed them on the results of my conversation with the suspect, Jules Imelon, the night before at the beer garden. Captain Kearney put my partner Frank Smith on the phone and we set up a meeting for that afternoon. 2.30 p.m. I left my hotel room and took a streetcar downtown to Pershing Square, excavating work for the new underground garage if the square was still going on. A temporary wooden fence circled the construction area. I went to the southeast corner of the square where a courtesy stand had been put up for the sidewalk superintendent. I stood around with a dozen other people watching the excavation. I waited. 2.45 p.m. Jules, how's it going? Not bad. Hey, they're moving this thing right along, aren't they? I think I got that hole just about done. I think you're going to have to go deeper in that. It's kind of hard to judge from up here. Look deeper than it really is. Well, that's some pretty good luck last night. That's what I hear. How's it shape up? He told me the stuff's been coming in by ships, Imelon did. I think maybe he's telling the truth. How do you think they're working? I don't know. He wouldn't say. I might have a chance to find out this Saturday. It's a bitch. And Imelon's got a boat. He offered to take me out this Saturday. He mentioned they're expecting a shipment of the junk the same day. Could be he's got some connection on one of the ships coming in from overseas. He takes his boat out and meets the ship to jump without attracting attention. Any chance you can get the name of the connection? If there is one on me, I'm going to try. It's supposed to be a big man in the setup, too. I haven't got his name yet either. Anybody over, Imelon? Yeah. You handle the details for Saturday, will you? I'll keep you brief. Okay. Check on all the ships that are due into Wilmington Friday and Saturday, will you? I'll find out where Jules keeps his boat more. You can make arrangements to have the dock area covered and notify customs, too, huh? Right. Any kind of a deal set up with Imelon? Yeah. Yeah, I'll buy for $10,000. I'm supposed to be making it for friends of Fresno. Telecap, no, at least we go. How much? Well, all you can write together, a thousand if you can. You know, small bills make it look big. Right. I'm a little worried, Jules. Things seem to be rolling out too fast. How do you... If possible, Imelon might be wise. Maybe he's just straying you along. And they're going to be able to follow you out in the bay without tipping the whole thing. Yeah, they'll... You're going to be strictly on your own in that boat. Imelon's wise. He and the gang will be in a perfect class. Yeah. Maybe we could set it up to have a boat standing by if you need help, maybe half a mile away or something. Right. I'm off ruin the whole deal, Frank. Yeah. Trouble, Joe. If they're wise and they get you out on that boat, they got you cold. They won't give us any chances. Well, then we're even. I'm not giving any on there. For the rest of the week, I spent the days in my hotel room and my nights at the beer garden setting up the bye with Imelon. Thursday night in Imelon's office, we agreed on the final details for the bye. In the process, I succeeded in finding out the plan for the meet. At 2.30 Saturday morning, Imelon, two of his gang members and myself would board his boat at a private dock in the San Pedro area and proceed five miles out from shore. How the actual transfer of the narcotics was supposed to be made, I still couldn't find out. But I did learn that Imelon's main contact on the deal was a Marcus Torricelli. He was supposed to be a steward aboard an inbound freighter. The next day, I relayed the information to the office and gave him the final briefing on the plans for the meet as Imelon outlined him to me. Saturday, 2.30 a.m. Imelon and I, along with the two members of the gang, boarded his boat at the private dock and proceeded out to sea. It was a fairly new boat, well-appointed, a 38-foot motor cruiser. The two men kept busy above deck. Imelon and I played cards, talked and drank beer down in the cabin. 5 a.m. Two ferret queens up. You do better? You do it. Three trays. That enough? 40 bucks worth of money. One of the beer? No, I got a headache. What time you got? Later than I thought, 20 after 5. Let's go topside here. It's about time we start looking around anyway. You know, I better get up there and check our course. All right? Very late. Oh, she got you. You have to set your back funny, huh? I wouldn't believe it. I got an insurance for $20,000 and cost me $500. You paid $500 for this? And a society woman owned her husband left the tour. She got hooked. Oh. One of my best customers spent everything she had on the jump. I got this for $500 worth of age. High grade. What'd she do for stuff now? She doesn't need it, she's dead. Really a nice boat. Never enjoyed anything more in my life. Just a minute. What's the matter? Yeah, it must be it. What are you talking about? Oh, the freighter. Couple of points off the garbage. Oh, yeah. George? Hey, George. Yeah, Joe. Okay, I see it. Want to take a look? No, hold on. Let's make sure. Hand me glasses, everybody. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Have a look here. What's the fit? Just a minute. Yeah. Panamanian flag. That's it. Very null. All right, George. Let's start. Swing around. Okay, Joe. Give the ride a hard ride. Recomplete, sir. And keep a sternum. Right. Neat setup, Joe. What happens now? Another pair of glasses there. Watch for yourself. Hold on. The livery comes from the chef, huh? Big boy on board? That's right. On board here. I really had me fooled. Let's keep it that way. Tell me the truth. I thought you had it figured. No, I didn't. I don't know. Where were you? You got a good front, Joe. Keep it that way and you'll be hard to make. I'm on a home stretch. You're not going to make me. Two more trips and I'm getting out. Then I really go fishing. There you go, Joe. Back on the stern. Got something? All right. Keep an eye out. Now, train your glasses on the stern of that freighter. Yeah? What about it? Just a minute. Now, you see it? Now? Oh, yeah. Man coming. Yeah, man. It's like he's dumping some garbage over there. That's right. Don't watch the man watch the garbage. All right. Pretty smart. That's your contact, huh? Yeah, Marcus. Good boy. He hasn't failed yet. All right, George. Move in. Get the net. Ready for the pickup? All right, Joe. Look at that. Just can't get over it. It's yours, Marcus. How do you keep the joke dry? No problem. Just dump the package over along with the garbage. Waterproof wrapping. Hey, keep your eye on it. That's Joe. Yeah, I got it. All right, George. Hand down the net. There you go. Yeah. All right. Coming alongside. Hold it steady. All right. Let's go. George, let's go. Okay. Bronson down below. Okay. You're going to make it look easy. Oh, it takes us a little savvy. Let's have a look here. Balls. What's the pitch there? You ever hear of one sinking? Oh, yeah. Sure. All here. Good delivery. Hey, I'm Bronson. You're a share. Ten grand worth. How about the money? How about a look? Suit yourself. All right. Well, I bet the money. All right. All right. All right. How about the money? I don't know. I'll give you a thousand now. What do you mean a thousand? There's ten grand here. That's what you wanted. Take it easy, will you? I know what I was getting into out here. It could have been a height. I couldn't bring all the door long. I want the money. I told you I'll give you a thousand now. You'll get the rest when we get in. There's something wrong here. I don't like this. I'll call George. We'll head out again. Relax, will you, George? There's nothing wrong. Don't try to calm me. I'm not taking a chance. There's something wrong. I'll hold it right there. I'm calling George. Call him loud first time. Nice gun. Loudest. Loudest evil. You go back and sit down. No, right where you are. Hands on the table. Look, Bronson, we got time to talk this out. I got big investments here. I got a lot to lose. All you have to lose is a pinch. You keep your hands on the table, will you? I'll make it right by you. Won't be sorry. I'm a wealthy man. How much you want? Keep your voice down. Believe me. I'll make it right to you. You said you liked the boat. Didn't you? You can have it, huh? Everything with it, okay? No deal, George. It doesn't smell on me better than your delivery. What? Garbage. You just heard was true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. Jules Zimmerlin, his contact, Marcus Torreselli, and the other two members of the narcotics gang were filed on in the district attorney's office for violation of the state health and safety code section 11501 count. They were found guilty and received sentences as prescribed by law. The violation carries a penalty of imprisonment in the state's penitentiary for not less than five nor more than 10 years. Ladies and gentlemen, defense of our country against aggression abroad and inflation at home depends on our ability to fill both our military and civilian requirements. All Americans must work together. Remember the better we produce, the stronger we grow.