 Ladies and gentlemen, the story you're about to hear is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Dragnet. You're a detective sergeant. You're assigned the burglary detail. A jewelry store has been robbed. Merchandise amounting to $5,000 has been stolen. The thief made good his escape. Your job? Find him. 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 Sunday, September 8th. It was warm in Los Angeles. We were working the day watch out a burglary detail. My partner, Frank Smith, the boss of chief of detectives, Thad Brown. My name's Friday. We're on our way out to the scene and it was 10.18 a.m. when we got to 6247 28th Street, the jewelry store. I'll be right there. Yes, sir. It's not a very big place. Probably more room behind that partition there. I'm going. You're the police? Yes, sir. That's right. This is my partner, Frank Smith. My name's Friday. I'm glad to meet you. How you doing, sir? My name's Ham. Ray Ham. This is my store. Yes, sir. Sorry I kept you waiting. I was back in the kitchen making some tea. I was a little nervous, you know. Thought it might help. You gentlemen care for some? No, sir. No, thanks, sir. When did you discover the theft? Well, I got back to the store about 40 minutes ago. Saw what had happened and I called the police right away. Is everything like you found it? Yes, sir. These cases open? That's right. I haven't touched anything in here. Didn't want a chance messing anything up. Yes, sir. Didn't leave very much, huh? A couple of watch bands is about all really cleaned out the place. Now, about the watches, what kind were they? Mostly wrist models. A couple of pocket size. Uh-huh. All different brands, but I just got a bunch of long jeans in. Took every one of them. Yes, sir. Clean me out. Can you tell us how they got into the store? Yes. I'll show you how they chopped a hole right through the wall. All right, sir. Right through the wall. In the back. Came right through. You can see there. Goes right into the storeroom of the barbershop next door. Sure made a mess of the place. Plaster all over the floor. Yes, sir. Pretty much ruined the wall, too. Yeah. Wanted to make sure they'd have enough room. See, the hole must be about three feet across, Joe. You can see there, right into the storeroom. Yes, sir. Better check over there. Oh, I forgot to tell you. The back door to the barbershop is open. Before you officers arrived, I checked out in the alley, and I saw it wide open. I guess that's how they got in. Who owns the barbershop, Mr. Hemp? Ed Justin had the place over 15 years. You know where he lives? Yes, he isn't home, though. As soon as I saw that hole, I tried to call him. You can give us his address and phone number, can you? Yes. We'll want to talk to him. I've got one of his cars up front. All right, sir. Let's check next door. Look at that hole. Must be a good three feet across, wouldn't you say? Yes, sir. Here, let me get that door for you. Look at that. What's that? Size of that door. Heavy, double lock. Burglar alarm system out in front. On the skylight up there. Doesn't stop him. Yes, sir. Well, I'm checking next door. Seems like kind of a nice little guy, huh? Yeah. I wonder why the thief didn't close the door when he finished. Probably nothing left to steal. Take a look at the door here. It doesn't look like it was forced. Uh-uh. Justin might have left it unlocked. He made a mess in here, too. Looks like they had a head start. Huh? Place must use a lot of hair oil. Yeah, only that's liquid soap there. Oh, yeah. Doesn't look like there's any tools around. Oh. How you doing? Take a look. Want me to find something? Come here. All right. In the dust here, do you see? Yeah. Impressions? You're talking foot, huh? Yeah. I don't think I must have worked with his shoes off. That's the way I'd call him. You notice right here? In the middle of the print? The stain? Yeah, looks like it could be blood. Possibly he might have cut his foot. What do you think? Uh-huh. Let's call a crime lab. Have him send the crew out to go over both places. Yeah. Joe? Yeah. Take a look at the skylight up there. Okay. It's broken. You better check the rough, huh? Uh-uh. Sure looks like hair, Tommy. Yeah, it's green. Yeah. There's the drain pipe there. Might have used that to get up. We'll have the crew check it. Let's go back in. Yeah. That's your hemp? Yes. Find out anything? Well, we're not sure yet, sir. I wonder if you could tell us, is there some way to get to the roof of the building here? Oh, yes, yes. Come on, I'll show you. There. There, you see? Up in the corner. Crap door. Hinged. Swings right up. It's been a while since I've used it. You have something we can use to get up there? No, I've got a ladder. I'll get it. All right, sir. Want me to give you a hand with that? Oh, I can get it. All right. You better let me help you with that. I'll swing my end over, and you can walk it right up under the crap door. All right. Careful. How's that? That's fine. I'll get it. Want to steady the ladder, Frank? Yeah. Can you get it? No, this bolt's stuck just a minute. Probably rusty. I told you I didn't use it very often. Yes, sir. Okay. That's got it. Good. Hang on, will you, while I boost myself up? I got it. Okay. You want to come up, Frank? Yeah. I got my foot on the ledge. You've got to lose some weight. Let's take a look at that skyline, huh? I'm glad we didn't hit this tire rough at noon. That was still pretty warm. You can see all the hams placed through this one. Good spot to case it from, isn't it? Yeah. Let's check that broken skyline. Yeah. Take a look. Yeah, more smears. Not much doubt about these. Looks like blood all right, doesn't it? Yeah, they did case the stars from here. Could have cut his foot on a piece of glass, couldn't he? Figures. Still not much to go on. Yeah. They take a pretty big cut to make these smears. That'll be something in our favor. How do you mean? It won't heal overnight. The crime lab crew arrived and started their investigation. Photographs were taken of the interiors of both stars and samples of the plaster and lap materials were held as evidence. Light and fingerprints went over both the jewelry store and the barber shop. Frank and I checked with the people in the neighborhood and none of them could recall seeing any automobiles or strangers loitering in the vicinity. At 7.20 p.m. the barber, Ed Justin, returned. We questioned him. He said he didn't recall locking the back door to the shop and he said it was more than possible that he did leave it open. We got a complete list of the stolen merchandise from Ray Hampton along with the case and movement numbers of the watches. These were distributed to pawn shops throughout the city. Frank and I went back to the city hall and had the stats office start a run on the M.O. used in the burglary. 9.47 p.m. Lieutenant Lee Jones from the crime lab called to say that they'd finished their examination of the physical evidence. He told us that the stains we'd found were blood and that he'd have the grouping test finished for us in the morning. He wanted to say that the suspect should have particles of plaster dust and other debris in his clothing. Also, if we were able to find the socks that the thief had worn the pattern of the material would identify them. At 10.15 p.m. Frank and I finished the log and we checked out of the office. The next morning we started to run down the list and furnished it. It took two full days to question all of the men named. At the end of that time, we had what we started with. Nothing. We talked to informants. None of them could tell us anything. Wednesday, 11.40 a.m. Frank and I checked into the office. So I better check the book, huh? Yeah. What do you got? A call from Luca Relli over at Narcotics. Yeah? He said they picked up a guy this morning. Luke talked to him and figured maybe we'd want to see him. You say why? No, he didn't spell it out. He saw our teletype on the jewelry store, I think. Yeah. He didn't want to. We put in a call to Sergeant Roxy Luca Relli at Narcotics Division. Five minutes later, the suspect was brought to our office. He was identified as Frederick Gabriel Garth. He had a record listing several arrests for burglary in Narcotics. He'd served one term at the county jail on the Narcotics charge. He was brought into the interrogation room where Frank and I questioned him. What do you give me trouble for? I'm clean. They found nothing on me. Is that so? Sure. The marks are old, but a long time since I had a fix. Uh-huh. Well, what do you want from me? Information. On what? Not a while, haven't you, Garth? Sure. I'm a native son. And he must have a lot of friends. A couple? Any of them selling wristwatches? What do you mean? Well, you don't need a drawing for this now. Any of your friends selling watches cheap? No. You sure about that? What are you trying to build? I don't know why it came to us. You can stare us to a cheap watch. Well, you've got it all wrong. I don't even own a watch. If I could buy one cheap, I'd have one. Is that right? Well, sure. I always wanted a good one. Mm-hmm. You know anybody who can lead us to a good buy? Well, what's in it for me? What do you got now? You're going to leave the same way. No reason for me to give you a hand, then, is there? Then put it down that we're going to have you in here again. The way you act now, go on the books. How about it, Garth? Who's going to know? You, Smith, and me. For real? Won't do us any good to spread it around town, will it? Okay. I met a guy last night. Showed him your watch. He bought for $5. What did it look like? Gold. Pretty good watch. It's fellow friend of yours. I know him. That's all. You got a name? Yeah, Victor Gordon. Where'd you see him? Hot dog stand. Corner St. Andrews. What does Gordon do for a living? I don't know. I just see him around the hot dog stand once in a while. You live around there? Yeah, I got a room there 39th and Western. I don't know the number. It's a big green place. Got those kind of plastic shingles on the roof. Red ones. You show it to us? Yeah, a friend of mine has a car. We drove him home a couple of times. You got a good look at the watch last night? Yeah, what kind was it? Longy. You're pretty sure about that, aren't you? Sure. I looked at it pretty good. He took it off his wrist. Asked me if I thought it was worth $5. Well, I told him it was. Hey, that fort is a real beauty. All right. Can you give us a description of this Gordon, pal? Yeah. We want you to show us where he lives. Well, I've ridden this for no reason to get off now. You got any more on him? You're going to find out anyway. Yeah. This Gordon? Uh-huh. He's an ex-convict. We checked the name and description of Victor Gordon through R&I. We found that he'd served one term for armed robbery in an eastern penitentiary and was not on parole at the time. A check of the ex-convict registration gave us his present address. We also found that he was employed at the Belden Aircraft Corporation in San Fernando. We took Fred Garth out to the address on Western Avenue to verify it for us. He pointed out the house and asked that we drop him off near a streetcar line. After that, Frank and I returned to the rooming house and we went up to the third floor. We knocked on the door to Gordon's room and he asked us in. I know what you're climbing on me for. A while of questions. You ask him to get answers. Don't you? We like a few. Look, you tell me what all this is about. Maybe it'll shake up my memory. All right. The way we heard it, you were wearing a new watch last night. Well, you got it wrong. That's so. Yeah, I haven't got a watch. We got it different. Look here. You see one? If I had a watch, you'd be wearing it, wouldn't I? You had one last night, mister. Well, you're crazy. I haven't got a watch. We heard different. Somebody lied to you. I showed you. I'm not wearing one. You don't mind if we look around the place. Go ahead. You won't find anything. All right. I'll check the closet. Okay. In relation to your time, you're not going to find anything. Well, then you haven't got anything to worry about, have you? Go ahead and mess up my room. Tear it apart. You're not going to find anything. Why don't you just simmer down there? I just don't want to have to put all that stuff back, Joe. Yeah. What do you got? Take a look. I want one of the shoes there. 38 coat. Yeah. How about it? You satisfied now? This gun yours, Gordon? Never showed before. Found it in your closet. It isn't mine. Won't hold. You want to tell us about it? All right. So you found a gun. Is something wrong? You've got a short memory, haven't you? Maybe I got it wrong. I thought you guys were looking for a watch. There's a law that says an ex-con can't have a gun. You want to know that? How about it, Gordon? All right. Get your coat. Take me downtown? You called it. What charge? We'll let you know when we write it up. It's a bad beat. Oh, yeah. Sure. Well, it is. I don't know what you're after, but I had no piece of it. You want to get the watch? It's in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. All right. You sit still. I'll get it. I bought it. I paid five bucks. We'll get to that. How about it, Joe? Yeah. You got a pen, man? Yeah. Give it here all over. You want to give me the number? I'll take it against the list. All right. It's kind of hard to see. One, six, seven, eight. I think the next one's a nine. You see that? Yeah. That's a nine. Is it on the list? Wait a minute. Look, I didn't steal it. I was wrong about the gun, but I didn't steal the watch. Look, just sit still. How about it? No, it's not here. Wait a minute. Try the other side. Mm-hmm. Gordon, you're in trouble. Yeah, I know. The gun. No, that's only half of this watch. Yeah? There's no one. You are listening to Dragnet, the authentic story of your police force in action. The suspect was taken downtown in question. He continued to deny any part in the theft. We put in a call to the place where he worked and we verified that he'd been there on the night of the burglary. After a half hour of questioning, Victor Gordon told us about the man he'd bought the watch from. He said he didn't know his full name, but he knew him only as Kermit. He went on to say that his girlfriend had been with him when he bought the watch and could verify the story. We contacted the girl, Celia Kirk, and we talked to her. She told us the same story we'd gotten from Gordon. She volunteered the information that Kermit lived in the 3,800 block on Gramercy Place. She also told us that his girlfriend lived in the 2,900 block on 9th Avenue. We got a complete description of the man and we checked it through R&I. We came up with a package for a Kermit J. Wayne. When the mugshot was shown to Gordon and Celia Kirk, we got a positive identification. Wayne's arrest record went back to the time he was 15. He was listed as an expert safeburger and had used a tunneling M.O. on several occasions. Gordon was booked in at the main jail in a charge of violation of the dangerous weapons control law of 1923, Section 2. 5.40 p.m., Frank and I left the office and drove out to the address on Gramercy Place. Wayne lived on the 2nd floor rear. He wasn't there. In the company of the landlord, we went through his room. Where'd he bury? I'm gonna check the dresser. I'll get the trunk. Yeah. Hey, Joe, look. I guess everybody's got this calendar, huh? Yeah, it's real popular. Good. Hey, look at this. You turned something? Yeah, drawer full of dirty t-shirts. You gotta put them someplace. Well, I have gloves for this job. How you doing with the trunk? There's nothing much in it. More of those calendars. Wayne must be a fine arts patron. Dirty shirts in this one. I don't know. Maybe the guy hasn't heard of laundries. What do you think? Uh-huh. Well, the trunk checks out. How do you like that? I should've known. Hmm? Dirty socks, old drawer full of them. No, he's neat anyhow. Huh? I'll check the closet. Not many clothes. Maybe the guy's broke, but that's no reason to be so dirty. How about that bundle there? I haven't looked at it yet. It might be his clean shirts. Yeah, pair of pants. Figures. Me too. Put them in the pocket here. A pair of socks. That makes you wrong. If he was so neat, they'd be with the others. Maybe he had a reason for keeping them here. Why? Take a look. He had a reason. Blood on this one. We checked out the rest of Wayne's room, but we turned up nothing to further tie him in with a burglary. We got a description of his car from the landlord, and before we left, we made arrangements for a stakeout to be set up on his room. We took a pair of pants and the bloodstained socks down to the crime lab for examination. 8.20 p.m. Frank and I drove over to Ninth Street to try to find Kermit Wayne's girlfriend. We checked the 2,900 block, and we found a car that matched the description of the one owned by the suspect. We checked the white slip and found the car was registered to Wayne. Frank pulled two of the leads to the spark plugs, and we went back to our car to wait for Wayne to show up. The night dragged on. 4.29 a.m. It's been almost eight hours. Yeah. Something happened, don't you? Put them with you. Joe? Have you ever noticed around the city all the clocks that have stopped? No, I can't say that I have. You know, on business places, storefronts, walls all over it? Well, what brought that on? Oh, I just think a little while ago. You know, some smart fellows get a lot of work fixing them. All the clocks don't run. They're only right two times a day. What? Clocks that are broke. Twice a day, they're right. How'd you like to be right only twice a day? Some fellas would be all right. Who? The guys that bet on the horses. Oh, yeah, probably wouldn't ever thought of that. Wouldn't be so good if you worked in a chicken hatchery, though. Where? A chicken hatchery. What do you mean? Well, those guys up there that look at baby chicks are days so old, and they tell what they're going to be. You know, men or women? What? Well, they're going to be roosters or hens. Pretty good money in it. Well, that's a new one on me. Yeah, but you've got to be right. Why today's stuff? You know, say a guy about a hundred little baby chicks expecting to get 98 hens and two roosters. I mean, finds out he got just the opposite 98 roosters and two hens. How do you think you'd feel? Disappointed? You bet he wouldn't. That guy would be looking for a new job, too. Well, maybe he could fix those clocks. Well, it should be a lot of money. Hold it. Across the street? Yeah. There's somebody inside there. I can't see him too good. It's about the right height, though. He's coming this way now. Notice the walk? He checks out all the way. Yeah. That's him. All right, wait till he gets in the car. All right, let's go. All right. Hey, fella! You Kermit Wayne? Hey, what is this? Police officers. Are you Kermit Wayne? Yeah, why? Get out of the car. Come on. Keep those hands where you can see him. Why do you want to talk to me? Come on, get out. Just put it down to the way you walk, huh? That won't make sense. That's just us. What do you mean? You limp. The suspect was taken down at Georgia Street receiving hospital. An examination showed that he had a bad cut on his right foot. We contacted the office, and another team of men were sent out to the apartment of Wayne's girlfriend to go over the place. Frank and I took the suspect back to the office at 8.25 a.m. Don't guess we can expect much from Wayne's girlfriend if he's anything like him. No. He's a clam, that's for sure. We're going to need something strong to open him up. Righty? Yeah, Mac. What'd you do out there? Maybe we got something for you. Where? Where is the guy? The next office. Here. You taking a trip, Mac? Uh-uh. Suitcases for you. Watches. Rings. Huh. Wayne's girlfriend didn't know it, but she was in the jewelry business. Oh, look at this. All orangey. How about Cyril? We haven't checked him yet. Since we found this, we came right over. All right. We'll run him. Do you have any trouble? No, really. She was pretty cooperative. Didn't see what was going on. We told her Wayne was in custody, gave her a big story. Tells easier than it was. How'd you look at this stuff? When we told her about Wayne, she remembered the suitcase he wanted her to keep for him. He told her it was some war souvenir. Didn't like to leave him in his room. Real surprised when she saw the contents. Then she got mad that he'd always promised to buy her a good watch she never had. You can start looking for a new Santa Claus, huh? Yeah. Wayne won't be shopping for some time. We checked the serial numbers on the watches, and we found that they were the ones taken in the burglary of the jewelry store. All of the other merchandise matched the description that we'd gotten from Ray Hemp. 9.18 a.m. All right. You want to tell us how you cut your foot? I'm giving you nothing. You did it on the skylight over the barbershop, didn't you? You tell me. I don't know. Maybe I cut at the beach. We don't think so. I want to see a lawyer. I'll talk to him, but I got nothing for you guys. All right. We got something here we want you to see, Wayne. How about it, Wayne? Look familiar? Well, you're kidding. Point your watches. I seen watches before. Who hasn't? These are a little different. Look at the suitcase. Doesn't ring any bells? Don't mean nothing to me. They're trying to trap me. I know how you are. Won't work this time. I learned all about you cops a long time ago. I get it. Burgary Friday. Yeah, right. Hmm? Both of them, huh? Oh, good. Okay. We'll check with you. Want to give us a story now, Wayne? I'll talk to a lawyer. That phone call there. I just called the third strike on you, Mr. More blood. All right. I'll give it to you straight. When you went into that jewelry store, you cut your foot. You left blood smears all over the place. Stay away from comic books. They've got pictures of the smears. Our crime lab matched them up with a pair of socks that we found in your room. The pants we found are loaded with debris that you picked up when you went through that wall. And we can prove it came from the same place. Sound like we're bluffing. You want to tell us about it now? Don't think you're so smart, you ain't. You just got the brakes. That's all. Just the brakes. That's all. Yeah, your cops ain't smart. I went a real young. Once in a while, a break's full on your side. Something else you should have learned real young. You wouldn't be worrying about the brakes now. What's that? That's a good commandment. Or you've just heard is true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. Kermit J. Wayne was tried and convicted of burglary in the first degree. Victor Covell Gordon was found guilty of violation of the Dangerous Weapons Control Act and received sentence as prescribed by law. Burglary in the first degree is punishable by imprisonment in the state penitentiary for a period of not less than five years. Violation of the Dangerous Weapons Control Act is punishable by imprisonment in the county jail for a period of not more than one year or a fine of $500 or both such fine and imprisonment. 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