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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 Tuesday, June 13th. It was overcast in Los Angeles. We were working the day watch out of auto theft detail. My partner is Frank Smith. The boss is Captain Nelson. My name's Frank. I was on my way into the office and it was 7.52 a.m. when I got to room 45, auto theft. Good morning, Joe. Hi, Bob. You seen Frank? No, I hasn't been in yet. Oh, all right. Hey, Joe? Yeah. When Art gets in, tell him Don Arnay, huh? Yeah, sure. Bob, how's it going? Oh, pretty good. What happened to you? Well, if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not talk about it. That's bad, huh? You seen Joe? Yeah, he's over his locker. Thanks. Morning, Joe. What happened to you? Joe, I'd rather not discuss it. Well, what happened? All those scratches on your face there? Please, Joe. I'll just ask you. Look pretty bad, huh? Joe? Yeah. I look pretty bad, huh? I thought you didn't want to talk about it, you said. If word about this gets out, Joe, I ain't ever going to live it down. Yeah, right. I've been had, Joe. Copped for 12 years, I've been had. Well, what's it all about? You won't spread this around, will you? Look, I just ask you what happened now. If you don't want to tell me, I'll go along with it. You're not to say a word. Come on, let's get on the reports, what do you say? You better get in touch with Bulls when he comes in and try to check some of these out, huh? You're not even interested, huh? All right. You want to tell me about it? Well, if you really want to. Here, go ahead. Well, last night it took Fay down to the store. She had a little shopping to do. Small stuff, you know. Pot holders, dish towels, things like that. Yeah. I got a parking place right in front of the store so I waited in the car for her. I was sitting there listening to the radio when this fellow walked up to the car. He leaned in the window and asked me if I had a minute. I told him I did and asked him what he wanted. Did you know the guy? Never saw him before. Didn't know him from Adam. Right off, I could see the guy had trouble. How do you mean? Well, he looked real bad. Like he'd been on a drunk for at least a week. His clothes were all rumpled up. Look like he slept in them for a week. You know how I mean. Yeah. What did this guy want to talk to you about? Well, I saw him. I figured he was going to put the bite on me. So I braced myself, you know. You braced yourself, huh? Yeah, you know. I'm a real sucker for hard luck stories. Fay's always telling me I should learn to stay away from those guys. She would just say on the other night that I... What did this guy want? Huh? Well, what do you want this fellow to talk to you? Oh, well, he gave me this story about how he'd been on a bat and how he was broke. And he needed some money to clean up before he went home. Uh-huh. Well, he makes it real plain that he does not want a handout. Nothing for nothing. Well, you suppose he meant by that? That's when he showed me the package. The package, huh? Yeah. What package? Well, the one he was carrying. Didn't I tell you that? No, he didn't yet. Well, you see, before I couldn't see it. Then he showed it to me. It's all done up in tissue paper, ribbons and all. Paper was kind of dirty like he'd been carrying it for a long time. Ribbon was a little tired, but it was there. Uh-huh. So he asked me if I wanted to buy it. That was this package. Well, what was in it? He asked me if I wanted to buy that. Well, what was in it? He took off the paper and he opened the thing up. And Joe inside is a brand new razor. Brand new. Worth 25, 26 bucks in town. What kind of a razor? Well, he said he'd let me have it for 20 bucks. No, what kind of a razor are you? Just a razor, the kind you shave with? Yeah, an electric razor. Oh, well, you didn't tell me it was electric. Didn't I say that, Joe? No. You said he'd let you have it for 20 bucks just because he needed the money. Yeah. Well, it happened that I didn't have 20 bucks, you know me, so I told him I couldn't make a deal. Then he left, huh? No, Joe. Now, look, you wanted to hear it. Will you let me finish? Well, it takes you a little time. I have to keep drawing you out here. I'm sorry, Joe. I want you to get all the facts. Mm-hmm. We're officers together. We talked back and forth for a little bit. Guy finally said that I looked like I had an honest face. That's a new approach, isn't it? Joe, well... So finally, he says you let me have the razor for 15 bucks. So I bought it. And that's how you cut your face up, huh, with that new electric razor? Well, in a way. You see, I had to buy some blades last night, and since I had the new electric, I didn't do it. Well, you don't need blades for an electric. No, it wasn't for the electric, Joe. It was for the old one that I had it at home. Oh, but you had the electric now, so... Sure, and once I had that in my hand, I didn't want any blades. I didn't see. The only thing I had in the house was a blade that was a week old. So I got up this morning, plugged in my brand-new electric. What do you figure happened? Well, I want to take a real blind guess. It didn't run. How'd you know? Well, the same thing happened to Murphy over in robbery last month. There was a big laugh around here. You were one of the guys that laughed the most, don't you remember? Yeah. Oh, yeah, I remember now. It's miserable. Murphy know about this yet? No. I ain't about to tell him either. Righty, Smith? Yeah, Skipper. See you guys. Right. Close the door. Sit down. Thank you. What happened to you, Smith? Uh, it's a long story, Skipper. You can tell me later. I want you guys to take a look at this. What do you got there? Just saw Chief Brown on the way, and he's getting pressure from the corner pocket. They want this thing cleared up. What is it, Joe? Last few weeks, car strippings taking a big jump. Not the usual line of stuff, not just happening in certain neighborhoods. We got reports here from the valley, Hollywood, Wiltshire, all of the divisions. Same things happening all over town. Talk to the boys in the sheriff's office. They're getting it. Same in Burbank, Beverly Hills, Santa Monica. It doesn't seem to be any place they aren't getting to. How about the stolen stuff, Skipper? Any of it show up yet? Not that we can find. All the usual outlets have been checked. None of the loot can be bought. Any special kind of things being taken? Let him see those reports, Jim. Yeah, here. Thanks. Take a look. We're not messing with kids, in this thing. We had the victims tell it. This gang can break into a locked car and lift the radio in under 10 minutes. They can pull all four wheels off a car in under six minutes. Insurance companies are screaming. They already got into the police commission. Chief Brown told me this morning he didn't care how we did it, but he wanted it stopped. Well, where do we start? Well, up to now, the investigation's been handled pretty much for the divisions. From here in, it's in your laps. Use as many men as you need. Just bring the thieves in. You know, working on anything now, are you? No, we're not. We're just winding up that Gibson thing. Couple reports to finish. We should be through by noon. We'll turn the reports over to somebody else. I want you to start on this thing right away. OK. Right, Skipper. Anything you need, let me know. Right. We'll check you later. Right. Smith? Yes, sir? How'd you get all those cuts in your face there? Shaden? Well, in a way, yeah. Yeah, same thing used to happen to me. Why don't you get yourself an electric raising? 8-11 a.m. Frank and I asked one of the other men in the detail to take care of the reports on the case that we'd finished. And then we started through the statements we'd gotten from Captain Nelson. From them, we got a pretty good idea of how the car stripping ring was operating. There seemed to be a definite plan for the thefts. Most of the stolen articles were in the luxury class. Only radios were taken from Cadillacs and Lincoln's. Heaters were stolen from Chrysler's. Special hubcaps from foreign cars were listed among the stolen property. We had the stats office make a run on the M.O. that we could piece together, but their information led us nowhere. In none of the reports was there a possible description of the thief. The times the cars were stripped and the locations where the burglaries occurred made it apparent that it was a large-scale operation. For the next two days, we talked to the victims. We double-checked the time of the thefts and the movement of the victims immediately preceding the car stripping. We asked about people loitering in the vicinity of the parked cars. None of the drivers who'd been victimized could supply us with any more evidence than they'd given us in their statements. Friday, June 16th, we checked the list of recent parolees from state penitentiaries and work farms looking for ex-convicts who'd been involved in cases of car stripping. The list of names we came up with were checked out that they led us nowhere. In the meantime, the pressure from the citizens' groups in the city had gotten worse. At the end of the first week we'd been working on the case. The value of stolen articles reached about $500 a day. Additional officers were assigned to patrol the streets. Radio cars doubled the number of field interrogations they normally made, and although several arrests were made, the possibles picked up apparently had no part in the activities of the organized ring. On Saturday, June 24th, we got a call from an ex-convict. He asked us to come out to his garage and talk to him. Come on back here, fellas. We can talk while I finish up. All right. Hey, quite a place you got here, Al. Yeah, I've been pretty lucky. Got just about all I can handle now. The way business is going, I'm going to have to take on some more help. How many men you got working for you now, Al? Two full-time. In two days, I've got a couple of kids who come in to help out with the wash jobs. Uh-huh. Now, we can talk right here, pull up a couple of those chairs. All right. There's a rag there on that bench. If you want to wipe them off, they get a little dirty standing around. That's okay, Al. What do you want to see us about? Well, first off, I want to tell you guys that I appreciate the way you treated me when I fell. I'll never forget it. Real nice. Don't worry about it, Al. I read in the papers where you're getting a lot of heat on the stripping going around. Yeah, that's right. I just wondered how you're doing on it. That's going pretty slow. Why, do you know anything? I've got a couple of rumbles. You know, it's hard not to hear them. I heard that none of the stuff's been shoved out, right? Well, you haven't seen any of it. Well, the way I get it, you aren't about to. Hey, hand me that socket wrench, will you? This one? Yeah, Alton. There you go. Thanks. Phillip came in here a couple of days ago. I knew him from before. He said he wanted to do business. Uh-huh. He asked me if I was interested in some good buys and juice radios. Uh-huh. I told him I might be if they were good. He said these were the best all GMs. Then he gave me the price. When I heard that, I knew something was up. What was he asking? I told him he could deliver six Cadillac radios for $28.50 apiece. I asked him where he got them. What did he say to that? I told him he wasn't any of my business. Said what he got them didn't make the radios plainly different. Well, makes you figure he might be in on the operation we're after. Well, I told him that if he could make deliveries at that price, I'd want a lot more than a half a dozen. You know? Well, he said he couldn't supply them. Said that he only could spring six. I asked him if he was working alone. He told me no. I figured I ought to give you guys a call. Might be something for you. You said you know him, huh? Yeah, from before. Say you guys like a cold beer? No, Al. No thanks, Al. Well, you mind if I have one? It's kind of hot. No, go ahead. Thanks. Day gets a little hot. You really notice it. Are you sure you guys don't want a beer? No. No thanks. Never could drink it out of a can. It seems to taste better in a glass. That's good. Who was the guy, Al? Oh, it's Manny, Manny Phillips. You know who you get in touch with him? I haven't got the slightest idea. Has he ever fallen? Yeah. I did time at Q for GTA. Is he on parole? I don't know. I think he made it free like I told you. I didn't know him real well. He used to hang around. Never had much to do with him. Mm-hmm. Yeah, this is the first time I've seen him since I got out. I've been staring clear of the old bunch. Makes it easier if you don't pal around with him. Business I got's going good. Got no trouble with anybody. And I wanted to go on like this. Mm-hmm. Never could figure it. Guy falls out and right away, he's back with the same old bunch. Are you going to stay clean like that? Well, you aren't. Somewhere along the line, you've got to make a mistake. You're right back where you started. I'll take you to learn. I spent four and a half years at the joint. Well, some of them fall harder than that, Al. Yeah? We still don't learn. 1120 a.m., we called the office, and Sergeant Bob Beck and Officer Art Moaner came out to the garage to stake out in case the suspect came back. Frank and I took Al Woodson down to the city hall and checked the name Manny Phillips through R&I. From the packages that were pulled, we were able to get an identification of the man who'd offered the radios for sale. We checked the information contained in the package. Phillips, whose real name was Manuel Richard Phillips, had an arrest record dating back 12 years. He'd spent one year at Fred C. Nellis School for Boys for car stripping when he was 14. From the time of his release, he'd been arrested on the average of once every two weeks. His age at the time of his latest release from San Quentin was given as 26. Out of that time, he'd spent a total of eight years in state penal institutions. From his package, we obtained his last recorded address. We checked it out and found that he'd moved three months before. We checked his forwarding address. He'd moved. Finally, after talking to the managers of nine more rooming houses and apartments, we came up with his present residence. The landlady told us that Phillips apparently didn't work for a living, but that he always had the money for his rent. She described him as quiet and said that he usually spent a good part of the daylight hours in his room. She was unable to tell us anything about his friends or any business associates that he might have. A stakeout was set up on the place immediately. Because of the apparent size of the operation, it was decided not to attempt to take this aspect into custody at this time. Instead, Captain Nelson agreed that we should keep Phillips under surveillance and try to learn more about the car stripping game. For the next week, we followed Phillips. 24 hours a day, there were at least two officers tracing his movements. On three nights, he was watched while he stripped cars of expensive accessories. The area was put under a code 5, so there would be no possibility of a suspect learning he was under observation. 11 days after the surveillance began, Phillips was observed to visit a large marine supply yard down in San Pedro. The next night, July 6th, he drove up to the place at 11.37 p.m. He parked his car in front of the gate and dropped a large bundle over the fence. Immediately afterwards, he returned to his room. The following morning, at 8.06 a.m., we met with Sergeant Beck in Captain Nelson's office. What did you find out about the ownership of the supply yard? The license was issued to a Harry Swenson. And how about him? We checked the name through the eye of your own. Nothing on him there. Beck, you and Moeller came up with anything? Not that you haven't got. We staked out on the yard every night since we found it hasn't been a night that passes. Some car hasn't made a delivery of some kind. We got the license numbers of all the cars. They've all been checked out. We know who they are and where to find them. We've had a tail on Swenson every minute. Must have eyes in the back of his head. Soon as one of our men falls in step, he knows it the way he's acted. There isn't a thing we can prove. What's the DA's office saying about it? We had lunch with Alexander yesterday, Skipper. Layed out the evidence we had. Yeah. Told us we tried to take Swenson to court. What we've got, they'd lap us out of town. Well, where does that put you? Well, really, not much further than we were. We know who's behind the ring. We know where they're operating from. The big thing now is to find the plant. Unless we can produce a stolen merchandise in Swenson's possession, we haven't got a case that'll stand up. There are no leaks about the plant? No, not that we can find. Everybody that's been near Swenson's place has been tailed. Twice a week, there's a truck that leaves the yard. There's no way of telling what's in it. And the times we've followed it, we've lost it. Well, how about a bug? Can you get one in a Swenson's office? Well, I don't know how. There's no way of getting them out of there long enough to install one. The night watchman's always on the premises. We're not even sure he's not in on it, too. So where do you stand on it? Well, your guess is as good as ours. Alexander says that without finding the plant, we can't take him to court. Now, we've used every trick in the book to get him to lead us to it, and not one of them's worked. They haven't left a thing open. They're playing it real smart. How many men involved in the operation? Well, we're not sure, but as near as we can figure, 12. That's not counting Swenson or that night watchman. You've been in the business long enough to know it, then. What's that? When there's that many men working, there's got to be a leak someplace. Yeah. Find it. You are listening to Dragnet, the authentic story of your police force in action. At Cigarette Dealers. Inventing machines. 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During that week on Tuesday, July 11th and on Thursday, July 13th, a large steak truck left the yard. The back of the truck was covered with a piece of canvas so that we were unable to see what was in it, but we were reasonably sure that it contained stolen merchandise. In scouting the neighborhood for a possible place to establish a more workable stakeout, we came across an empty office on the second floor of the building directly across the street from Swenson's place of business. Officers equipped with binoculars maintained a constant watch on the activities in the yard. After another week, the events that had been seen were reported to Assistant District Attorney Adolf Alexander and he stated that if we could get pictures of the operation, we might be able to make a case that would stand up in court. Monday, July 17th, we met with Sergeant Putt-off in the crime lab. How far are you going to have to be from the subject, Joe? Well, second floor across the street. Are you going to be able to take all the pictures during the day? Don't think so, Putt-off. Most of the activity runs after night at night. Well, best bet probably infrared, then. We can shoot it with a 4x5. How about light? Are there any sort of telephone pole, traffic signal in front of the place? Yeah. I think so. The way I remember it, there's a phone pole about 10 feet to the left of the gate as you face the yard. Well, we can tie the lights to that, then. Well, any chance they could be spotted? Outside. We can put them up pretty high. Be regular lamp reflectors with heavy infrared filters. If you know they're there and look up, you're going to be able to spot them. Any chance of taking movies? Yeah, we can swing that. Life magazine's been experimenting with a new fast film. Results I've seen with it are pretty amazing. All you need is one street lamp. We can use that. Well, if you have to string the infrared lights, wouldn't it be better to shoot the movies on that kind of film? Well, you'd get something. Film's pretty slow, though. It'd be better to use the stuff life's come up with. All right. How long will it take you to set it up? Well, how careful do we have to be? Well, these guys are pretty cagey. They're getting the idea at all. We're dead. Mm-hmm. Well, we can have a couple of men go out in the morning and outfit them as linemen. They should be able to have the rig ready for you by tomorrow night. We can start shooting pictures then, huh? We should be able to, yeah. All right. Is J. Allen around, you know? Well, I think he's over the court this morning, Joe. Well, then maybe you can help us out there, too. What's that? We're trying to figure some way to tail a truck. We've been trying to find the plant these guys are using for a couple of weeks now, and we just can't get near them. I wonder if J. might have any ideas on that. Probably use fluorescent paint. I don't do it. What's the gimmick there? They tie a can of transparent fluorescent lacquer to the back of the truck. Punch a hole in the can, and all you got to do is follow the drops. You punch a hole in the can, won't all the stuff run out? Well, there's a couple of brands on the market. They've got enough viscosity so the paint will stay in the can. Regulate the frequency of the drops by the size of the hole. Can you see it? Not without ultraviolet lamp. Tie one of those to the hood of your car, and you got it made. You got the equipment here to do that? Mm-hmm. Well, would you have J. give us a call when he comes in? Right. He'll know more about it than I do. Be able to give you all a dope. Okay. I'll get right on the other for you. Thanks a lot. Say, how long have you been after this bunch? Well, let's see. We got the assignment on June 13th. I'd make it over a month now. About a time. Well, maybe now we'll have something to show for it. The following morning, Tuesday, July 18th, two men from the crime lab installed three 1,000-watt lamps in front of the marine supply yard. The reflectors were equipped with heavy infrared fillers. Test exposures from our position across the street indicated that whatever pictures we got would be recognizable enough as to be admitted in a court of law. The new fast film was obtained, and 16-millimeter cameras were installed in the window of the office across the street from Swenson's. We talked with Sergeant J. Allen in the crime lab, and he went to work on the use of de fluorescent paint. After experimenting, he was able to come up with a correct size hole in the bottom of the can so that a single drop of the lacquer would fall from the can every 10 seconds. A portable ultraviolet lamp was obtained and was ready for immediate installation on our car. For the next three nights, we sat in our vantage point and we photographed all activity on the suspect's premises. The pictures were shown to Adolf Alexander in the district attorney's office, and he told us that they would play a large part in the prosecution of the case. However, he said that if we could come up with a hiding place of the stolen loot, the conviction would be assured. Tuesday morning, July 25th, 3.15 a.m., Frank and I took the can of fluorescent paint and climbed the fence into the supply yard. Back here. Hi. How's the thing I didn't see? All right, you better hold it a minute. Who's there? The watchman. Yeah. Better get back in the shadows. Yeah, come on, easy. Come on out. I know you're there. Come on out. Who is it? That was close. Yeah. All right, let's go. The truck should be back in the shed. All right. There's the can. You want to hang it? I'll keep an eye on it. All right. Put up this handle. This doesn't work at all. Wait a minute. There's a sharp edge on this water. Okay, here it is. We still clear there? Yeah. How about that watchman? How about the stopper in the can? I got it in place. The first bump should knock it out. I hope so. It's got to work. All right, now let's try to get out of here. See if you can kick something else, will you, on the way? Tuesday night at 11.35 p.m., the steak truck pulled out of Swenson's marine supply yard. Sergeant Bob Beck, Frank and I were parked in an alley just down the street. We let the truck get a good 20 minutes start on us, and then the ultraviolet lamp was attached to the hood of our car. Frank started the motor and we pulled out into the street. Is there anything here? No. Maybe the lacquer dried up around the cork held it in place. That's a happy thought. Here's the corner. Which way? Wait a minute. Let's take a chance straight ahead, huh? All right. There's nothing up this way. You better double back. Okay. Let's try to the left this time. How about it? See anything here? Go on up a little more, will you? Yeah. Yeah, there it is. Yeah. Look at that stuff. It's really lit up. For the next 35 minutes, we followed the trail left by the fluorescent paint. From time to time, we'd lose the trail, but we'd always pick it up again. The truck followed the main highway from San Pedro to Santa Monica, and then turned left up Santa Monica Canyon. The trail wound around towards Sunset Boulevard and turned to the left. About one mile from the beach, the drops indicated that the truck had left the main street and turned onto a private dirt road. Half a mile along the road, the trail stopped in front of a large wooden building in the middle of a field. We turned off the car lights and went up to the place. The blinds on the windows were drawn, but there were lights on in a front room. Sergeant Beck covered the rear of the building, and Frank and I went up to the front door. Police officers, you're under arrest. For what? Is there anybody else here in the building? What are you arresting me for? You want to check with Beck, Frank? Right. What are you doing coming in here like this? You got no right coming around kicking doors in. All right, save it, Swenson. How do you know my name? We've been watching you for a month now. Is there anybody else in this house? No. You own this place? I'm not answering anything until I see a lawyer. All right, you call it any way you want. We can find out. You think I'm a lawyer? You do that, Swenson. What's a charge? Burglary. You think you can make it stick? We're going to try, Mr. Where's your evidence? You've got to have evidence. We got it. There's nobody else here, Joe. Backroom's full of stuff. Radios, heaters, tires, all here. So what? You can't put me away for that. All right, let's go, Swenson. Just a minute. Will you listen to me a minute? All right. You got this all wrong. You're making a big mistake here. I intend to pay for every bit of that stuff back there. I'm going to pay for it. Yeah, that's right. You will. The story you have just heard is true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On December 12th, trial was held in Department 97, Superior Court of the State of California, in and for the county of Los Angeles. In a moment, the results of that trial. Now, here is our star, Jack Webb. Thank you, George Fenerman. Friends, we'd like to express our appreciation to all of you who've made our drag net theme song so popular. Whenever or wherever you hear it, we hope it'll remind you to try our Chester Fields. To join the thousands who are changing to Chester Fields and getting the one cigarette that's low in nicotine, highest in quality. Chester Field, best for me, best for you. All other members of the gang were taken into custody and were brought to trial. Harry Ralph Swenson, along with his accomplices, was tried and convicted of 14 counts of burglary in the second degree, and received sentence as prescribed by law. 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