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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, drag net is the story of your police force in action. It was Monday, May 4th. It was warm in Los Angeles. We were working the day watch out of auto theft detail. My partner's Frank Smith. The boss is Captain Nelson. My name's Friday. I was on my way into the office, and it was 7.56 a.m. when I got to room 40. Auto theft. Thank you, Joe. Yeah. Hi. When'd you get in? Well, about 7.30. I woke up at 5. I couldn't get back to sleep. What's the matter? Oh, I'm sorry, Joe. I don't think I could lift a pencil to make out a report today. Is that right? What happened? Baseball. Baseball? Yeah. I'll tell you something, Joe. I found it out yesterday. Ain't no Chuck Stevens. Is that right? Yeah. Yesterday morning, I got up early. I'm gonna do a little work in the garden. It was a beautiful day, you know. Felt real great. I got out in the backyard. I'm gonna take it easy, listen to the ball game, you know. Easy day. Yeah. In about 10, that guy next door, Neil Radcliffe, came over. That's the fellow of the fire department, isn't it? No, Joe. That's Bud Hendricks in the fire department. Neil works for an insurance company. Oh, yeah. Yeah. Well, Neil's company's gonna sponsor a team in the little league. You know, kid's baseball team. Mm-hmm. I think I read something about that in the papers, didn't I? Yeah. I suppose you did. They're pretty good, too. Well, Neil's got sort of a tryout yesterday lined up for his team practice, you know. Mm-hmm. And he wanted me to umpire. Do you know anything about being an umpire? Well, Joe, sure I do. And besides Neil figures, since I'm a policeman, the kids will believe me. He had a little trouble with him himself last week. I just thought you had to go to some sort of a school to be an umpire. Well, Joe, you do for the regular leagues, but this was just a practice game. Neil's team and some kids in the neighborhood. Yeah. So I told him, sure, I'd do it. I changed my clothes, went out the park with him. You know, I thought it might be good public relations for the police department. You know what they tell us. Being an umpire would be good public relations, huh? Well, Joe, the bulletins say, get out, get around the neighborhood and all your friends and their kids. All right, go ahead. Joe, those kids are on the wrong league. What do you mean? They're murderers. How's that? The way they play the game, baseball. I never saw such ball. Is that a fact? Yeah. I figured, you know, softball, underhands, kids pitching, be easy to call. Mm-hmm. Joe, it's regulation hardball. Just like that. Bases are a little closer, but it's just like the big leagues and the way those kids throw the ball. A couple of times there, I thought they were just kids not to hear their stump. Never see the ball. I thought the kid catcher would just hit and his hand, his glove, you know. And all of a sudden he'd turn around and heard it be right in his mitt. Well, how'd you get so sore if you just umpired the game you stood in one place, didn't you? While I was up in the game, yeah, but this team of Neil's was skunking the other kids so bad that we had a little reorganization. What do you mean reorganization? Well, the end of the second inning, the score was 14-2 and I thought that was a little unfair to the neighborhood kids. Being the umpire, you certainly had the right to think it was unfair. Well, I got out and I told them what I thought, so I decided to play first base for them. You what? I played first base for them. With all those kids? Sure. Fun. I played five straight innings. That's what I was just going to ask you. Yeah. Finally I had to quit. I could hardly move. Didn't seem to make any difference because Joe, those kids weren't there. They just ran me ragged. Yeah, well, maybe you better take it a little easy today, huh? Would you like the day off? No, not the day off, Joe, but, you know, I'll take it easy. Fade rubbed lineman on my back all night. All over my arms and legs, man, I'm sore. I'd even hurt to get dressed this morning. Mm-hmm. What was the final score anyway? Well, at the end of the second inning, it was 14-2 in favor of the little saints like I'll tell you as Neil's team. 14-2. You got in the game and played. You know, I didn't even get one hit. You didn't. No. Three times a bat didn't even get a hit. Yeah, well, that's too bad. What was the final score of the game? Did you hear me? The final score of the game? Not the original score, but after you played five innings, what was the score of the total? I was just curious to know of you. Yeah. 46-12. When I left. That was at the end of the seventh. The little saints were up when I left. That was the other team's favor. The other team had run through their batting line up twice. The way they were going, I think they were going to have to call the game on the count of darkness. They'd been up for over an hour. Only one out. They sound pretty good. They may sound pretty good to you, but they're murderers. You know, Joe, those kids grew up. There isn't going to be a ball club in the country that's going to have a chance against them. I never saw anything like it. I'm sorry I missed being there to see you play. I bet you are. It was pretty bad, Joe, really. Well, you'd never know it. Had me marked down for ten errors when I left. Only ten. That wasn't five innings. Mm-hmm. I guess you got to be pretty bad to run up a score like that. Oh, I wouldn't say that. I was, Joe, though. I was pretty bad. Mm-hmm. I get it. Thought off that Friday. Yes, sir. Sure, we'll be right out. Want to give me that name again, please? Uh-huh. And that address. Fine. Right away. Yes, sir. Friday. That's right. Bye. What do you got? I don't think you're going to get much rest today. There's a used car dealer out in Washington Boulevard. He thinks he bought a stolen car. 8.15 a.m., we left the office and we drove out to the McGowan car company. It was a large lot on Washington Boulevard along the front of the place. There was a line of late-model cars, each advertised as today's special. We walked through the aisles of automobiles but there was nobody around, so we knocked on the door and waited. Well, he said he'd be here, didn't he? Yeah, I told him we'd be right out. Maybe he's going out to breakfast. Yeah? Mr. McGowan? That's right. Police officer, sir, you called our office. My name's Friday. Oh, yeah. Come on in. Thank you. Come on back, just having a cup of coffee. Fix your gaze up with one? No, sir, not for me. How about you? Yes, sir. Sure. I'll have a cup with you. Good. Go on back and sit down. I'll bring it right back. My name's Frank Smith. This is my partner, Sergeant Friday. Oh, glad to meet you. I talked to you on the phone, didn't I, Mr. Friday? Yes, sir. That's right. Thought so, and I'll forget her name. Never do. And there's your coffee. Thank you. I'm Jesse McGowan. Guy's on the row are all the time kidding me about my first name. Jesse. Get it? No, sir, don't worry about it. Jesse? Jesse James? Oh, yeah. Well, anyway, I want to tell you about it when this guy came in Saturday night. Last Saturday? Yeah, you see, we stay open until 10 on Saturday night. This guy must come in about 9. He said he'd come over to take care of them, but the fellow said he wanted to see the manager, so Jack brought him back here. I see. He said he had a car to sell, a brand new Merck. Beautiful car. Say, I got a box of donuts here if you'd like one. No, thanks. I think I'll have one. Didn't get a chance to eat this morning, got to worrying about this deal. Mm-hmm. That's some of these new kind with the cinnamon on top. Mm, sure good. Well, I told this guy we'd like to buy the car, but we were kind of overstocked on Merck's. Yeah. He said he'd just come out from the east to get the car when he got here. Said right after he paid for it, he lost his job and had to get some money out of it. I asked him if he'd like to make a trade, you know, transportation car and money to boot. Offered him a good deal on a Nash Ramler. Just got a couple of 51s in. I see. He said he wanted to sell the car outright. Said he was going to leave town. He wanted to get his money out of the car. I asked him how much he wanted for it. He told me he'd have to let it go for 2200 bucks. It's about 800 under what he must have paid for it. Right away I figured there was something wrong, 200 miles on it, hardly broke in, beautiful. Radio heater, white sidewalls, continental hookup, real beautiful. What'd your mechanic say about it? Said it was in perfect shape. So I asked the guy who the legal owner was. What'd he say? He said he was. He'd paid cash for it, had the pink slip, made out to him all right. He had the identification to go with it. You bought the car then, did you? Yeah, sure looked like a good deal. I gave him a certified check, made out the cash for the amount. He gave me the keys. That was the last I saw him. Well, aside from the fact that it's an unusual deal, why do you think there's something wrong with it? Well, for the first thing, the price he wanted for the car was too low. I had the feeling that if I'd given him any trouble on it, he'd have come down on it. You had the pink slip here? Oh, yeah, I brought it with me this morning. I got it here in my wallet. Any other reason you think the deal might be phony? It's hard to put it into words, Sergeant. Nothing I can point out to you, just a feeling. You stay in this business very long, you kind of get to know people. Yeah, huh, there it is. Thank you. Yeah, there's been a lot of gags about used car salesmen, about how we're always after somebody. Most of the time, though, it's the other way around. Is that right? Yeah, the bums were put out of the business right after the war. The public wouldn't stand for the way they did business. You've got to rely on people coming back if you're going to come out in the long run. I guess it's like almost any other kind of business. Yeah, I suppose so. What kind of identification did the man have to prove he was this, uh, was it Lewis Carter? Yeah, well, I'll tell you the truth, Sergeant. I didn't ask for any. He had the pink slip. The price he was asking was right. We checked the block and body number. There's a one listed on the slip. No reason to believe he didn't own the car. How about it, Joe? Well, it looks like it's one of the slips from DMV in San Diego. I mean, there is something wrong? What if I use your phone, please? Sure, you bet. It's right there. Help yourself. Thank you. Can I dial a Michigan number on this? Yeah. All right. 2507, please. Yeah, all of that. All right, it's Joe Friday. Yeah. Say we got a pink slip out here. Looks like it's one of those that were stolen from DMV down south. No down south. San Diego? You got the list there? Yeah, I'll wait. You mean somebody stole a pink slip from the department? Yes, sir. As soon as we can figure it out, about two dozen of them. I've never heard of that. Well, this is the first one of them. Hello. Yeah. All right. Made out to a Louis Franklin Carter. No, no. C. C. Charlie. Yeah. A. R. D. Dog. Yeah. E. R. Carter. Yeah. Registration number is 660- Well, two 6's. 660- Two more 6's. 667. 660- 667. That's right. Address, 4287 Ingram Street, Los Angeles. L.A. 5. Engine number 585509. All right, I'm sorry. 58550925. That's it. Mercury 8. Yeah. Well, that's what we figured. You got anything on the car? No, it was sold Saturday night. That's right. Yeah, there should be something out on it. Okay. Right. Thank you. How about it? The car stolen? No report yet, sir. I gotta call the bank. You said you gave the man a certified check. Yeah, I gotta stop payment on it. It's gonna be easy, either. He can cash it any place. Sure looks like I'm on $2,200. Well, it isn't likely he's been able to cash it by this time. Maybe not, but I'll give long odds that he's standing in line when the door's open. I better give him a call. Hope somebody's there. It's just 825. Yeah. Probably a little early. Yeah. That doesn't sound like anybody's there yet. Well, keep trying. I gotta get that checked. See what I mean? What's that? Bought the jokes. Now, we're the ones always trying to get away with a fast deal. No such thing. Take this one, for instance. Yeah. I bought the car in good faith. Paid cash for it. Gave the guy just what he asked for. Well, not quite, sir. Huh? He'll get a little more than that. We got a complete description of the suspect, Lewis Carter. We put out a local and an APB on him, and we asked Dean Bergman to come out and go over the car for fingerprints. The owner of the used car lot, Jesse McGowan, told us that the car had been washed and cleaned thoroughly, but he didn't think we'd be able to come up with any fingerprints. 9 a.m., we put in a call to the bank and asked them to stop payment on the check and to notify their branch offices to do the same. McGowan supplied the number of the check and the information was gotten out to the other banks and check caching agencies in the area. Bergman finished checking the car and he told us that the only print that he'd been able to find was a partial thumb print under the dashboard. We rolled the prints of the man who'd washed the car along with those of McGowan and the other people on the lot who'd come in contact with the automobile. None of theirs matched. We checked with the office and told them that we'd check out the address listed on the pink slip. 9.37 a.m., we pulled up in front of 4287 Ingram Street. It was a large two-story place that had been converted into a rooming house. There were several cars parked in the front yard. We went up to the front door and rang the bell. Want to try it again? Yeah. I didn't know there were any of those around anymore. Don't see many of them nowadays. What kind of doorbell? Yeah. I'd like to see Lewis Carter. I'm him. What do you want? Police officers. They like talking to you. Cops? What do you want with me? Might be better if we talked inside. Huh? Inside. Oh, yeah, yeah. Come on in. I just got up. One of you guys got a cigarette? Yeah. Thanks. How about a match? Here. Thanks. Well, what do you want to see me about? Something wrong? You own a 53 Mercury convertible? Yeah, why? You know where it is? It should be out in front. Why? You leave the keys in your car when you park it? Once in a while, I forget it. Yeah. Look, I don't know if it's there now, though. Your car's been stolen, Mr. Carter. Huh? Your car's been stolen. Wait a minute. Yeah, you're right. Well, where is it? Yeah, you got it back for me. Is it in the police garage? No, sir. I'm afraid it's not that easy. It was sold Saturday night. Sold? Who, too? A used car dealer out in Washington. Who owns the car, sir? Well, I do. Do you have the pink slip on it? No, I didn't get it back from the Department of Motor Vehicles. Yet, why? Well, the man that sold the car had the pink slip with him. Well, I don't care if he didn't have it. The car doesn't belong there. I mean, he had no right to sell it. When's the last time you saw your car? I guess it was Saturday afternoon. I came home early. I parked it out in front. Yeah, Saturday afternoon. How is it you didn't know the car was taken? Officer, you saw the front of this place. Must be half a dozen cars parked out there. The rumors, they used a yard. You didn't use the car over the weekend, then. Is that it? Oh, no, I didn't. I got home Saturday afternoon like I told you. I spent the whole weekend doing some painting in one of the upstairs rooms. It was vacant a long time. I figured maybe if I put a little paint on it, I might be able to rent it. Mm-hmm. You see, my wife used to take care of the place. She and I had some trouble. She went back each to see her mother. Seems like the house went to pot after she left, and we're really going to have trouble when she comes back and sees this mess. How many people do you have living here? Uh, nine. Mm-hmm. I'd like to have you take a look at this description and see if any of them fit it. You figure it might be one of them? Well, we'd like you to check the description, if you would. Okay. I'm pretty sure it isn't one of them. None of them match this. One if he can give us their names. Oh, sure, I can. Why do you have to have them? Just for routine. Oh, yeah. Well, I can give them to you, but I'm sure they aren't mixed up in it. Yes, sir. The thing I can't figure is how he got the pink slip. It was stolen, sir. From the state? Yes, sir. Last month, someone broke into their offices in San Diego and stole two dozen registration slips. How much do you get for the car? $2,200. $2,200? The thing cost me over $3,000. That must be a jerk, huh? I don't know. It didn't cost him anything. 10.15 a.m., we went by the used car lot and picked up the owner. We took him down to the city hall and had him check the mug books. After going through the pictures, he was unable to give us an identification of the man who'd sold him the stolen automobile. We checked the names of the people who lived at Lewis Carter's house. One of them had a record of arrest on charges of violation of section 4127A of the Los Angeles Municipal Code. He'd served a short term in the city jail and then he'd been released. His physical description, however, did not match that of the suspect we were looking for. 11.35 a.m., we had the used car dealer taken back to his lot and Frank and I checked into the office. About the only thing we got working for us is the check. Yeah. I hope they get the word out in time. He gets his hands on that money and he can go a long way. I get it. Follow up that Friday. Yes, sir. Yes, sir, we did. Mm-hmm. Right. That's right. Be there as soon as we can make it. Right. Bye. Well, he isn't going far. What do you mean? He's at the bank now. You are listening to Dragnet, the authentic story of your police force in action. At cigarette dealers, inventing machines, at supermarkets and stores, coast to coast. Chesterfields, please. Smokers by the thousands. Yes, smokers by the thousands are now changing to Chesterfield. The only cigarette ever to give you one proof of low nicotine, highest quality. Chemical analyses of the country's six leading brands confirm that. 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He denied having anything to do with the stolen car and he said that we'd made a mistake. We took him downtown and started to question him. I tell you, I don't know what this is all about. I'd like to help you out, but there's nothing I can do. Frank, you want to get in touch with McGowan right away. Do you want to tell me again where you got that check? It was against the law to have a check. I'd like to know where you got this one. I want it. Where? I don't know what this is all about. I'm not about to get any of my friends in trouble by naming them. I got nothing to do with this, let alone my pals. Save yourself a lot more trouble if you'll tell us where you got the check. All right, I want it in a poker game. Pretty high stakes. We gave up kid games. Where'd you win it from? I told you, I wasn't going to name any names. We're going to get them sooner or later, you know that. Not for me, you aren't. You build it any way you want. That's the way I figure it. How's this poker game? Saturday night. Where? I'm sorry, there's another one I can't answer. You've been in San Diego lately? Not for a couple of months. When's the last time you were down here? I don't remember right off. It'll help if you can. What do you mean, help me? I got no trouble. You guys make a pinch while I'm trying to cash a check. I won the money. It was a payment for a debt. All I was trying to do is get my money. There's nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong? Why don't you tell us who you won the money from? And have you guys throw a beef at them? Nothing doing. I read where you fellas spend your time breaking up a game of Old May. I'm more serious than that, isn't it? Well, maybe to you. I got no problem. All I gotta do is sit tight. You keep believing that, mister. You keep acting like this and you'll see what a problem you really got here. McGowan's on his way over, Joe. Who's McGowan? He's the man who wrote the check. He tried to cash. Waste of time. He don't know me. We'll let him decide that. Go ahead. Have your fun. A couple of questions we'd like to ask you. Go ahead. I got nothing more important to do. Check your name through our identification bureau. Came up with some mighty interesting things. Am I right? Yeah. Let me see for you. Here. True name Harold Drake. Is that right? Yeah. Your address is listed as 2917 Ledgewood Drive. Is that right? Yep. You told us you'd never been arrested. I haven't. Why don't you take a look at the picture? You got the room rigged for movement. I'm gonna tell you something, Drake. You mark it down, you remember. The sooner you stop playing footsie with us, the better it's gonna be for you. Understand? When do you bring out the rubber holes? That went out with the story you're trying to hand us. Here's the picture. Mm-hmm. Yeah, the guy looks a lot like me. There's no anybody. You might think we were twins. Yeah, if you didn't know better. Well, we do, huh? Oh, come off it. Drake, will you? We got you nailed and you know it. You want to sit there and dream up these fairy tales? That's up to you, but we got a job to do. We know you'll stand for this and so do you. Now, why don't you save us both a lot of trouble and cop out? Look, I'd like to do it, Sergeant. No lie, I really would. But I can't cop out to something. I have nothing to do with it. All right. Start all over again. Where did you get the check? The guy gave it to me to pay off a pocket debt. You're gonna tell us who the guy is? No. I think it's time to stop playing games. Let's get down to what we got in the books here. You claim you never been arrested. We got a package on you here that shows three arrests and two convictions. And a guy that looks like me. Let's get down to Hall and roll your prints. That'll clean it up. I'm for that. Now, go on. Tell me the rest of the fairy tale. I'll lay it out for you in one syllable words. That'll make it easy for you. You broke into the offices at DMV down in San Diego on February 28th. Yeah, a day goes nice in February. Somebody's gonna write a song about it sometime. You stole 26 pink slips ready for mailing to the owners. You must mean somebody else. Well, that smile's gonna come off your face, Drake, when McGowan walks in here. Look, I don't know who Mr. McGowan is, but I'll be happy to meet him. Now, tell me, what did I do after I stole the pink slips? You got the address of Lewis Carter. Then you went to his home on Saturday night and you stole his car. You drove it down to McGowan's used car lot. With a pink slip, you sold it to him for 2200 bucks. I was busy that night, wasn't I? What are you trying to prove with all this talk, Drake? You're trying to make it rough on yourself. Is that what you want? I'm not trying to do anything. All I'm doing is trying to go along with you guys. I'll check and see if McGowan's here. Can I have one of those? Yeah, help yourself. Thanks. And I wouldn't have your job for all the money in the world. You're right. That's a lousy way to live. Going around trying to get people to cop out the things they didn't do. That's the way it looks to you, doesn't it? From anywhere I sit, it turns out just that way. Couple of things wrong. What? Your record for one thing. If you can prove it's mine. All we gotta do is walk down the hall and you've had it. Now, as soon as we check the prints, we've turned the key. Sounds good the way you tell it. Gonna sound better the way the judge says it, isn't it? I was writing for you. You were arrested in 1939 for auto theft. You served three years. Arrested in 1945, suspicion grand theft auto dismissed. Yeah, you see. They knew they had the wrong guy. Nobody's told us. Another arrest in 1946, grand theft auto. Served four years. Case of mistaken identity. Is that what happened both times? Some people got very bad eyes. Now, you take this fellow McGowan you're bringing in here. Wouldn't be at all surprised if he had bad eyes. You know, there's one way to get yourself out of this and that's to tell us where you got that check. I don't know how to do it any more simple than I have so. I want it playing poker and I'm not gonna tell you who I want it from. I wouldn't do any good. I don't know who's been giving you advice, mister, but you aren't playing it very smart. Really? The guy who dreamed up this routine probably spent the next 20 years at Q. As a matter of fact, he's still walking around. All right, mister, let's go down the hall and check your prints. Come on in, Mr. McGowan. That's a man. You sure about that? Swear to it in court. What are you trying to do? Caused me a lot of trouble? I haven't done anything and you know it. Now you're coming here and you say that's a man. You know what they can do to me? All right, Drake. That's enough of that. Swear to it in court. That's the man who sold me the car. How about it, Drake? Nothing more, huh? Yeah, we'll roll your prints and check them against the record. I got a couple of parcels from San Diego. If yours match up and I think they will, you've had it. No way out, huh? Not that I can see. Oh, what happens, uh, this is just a wild question for the sake of argument. What happens if I cop out, plead guilty? We got nothing to say about that. You can't help out, huh? No, sir. You say the taxpayers a lot of money, no trial. I told you we got nothing to say about that. Not much to gain, then, by copping out, huh? We got you made if you do or you don't. Maybe make it a little easier if there's no jury trial. That's up to the judge. Nothing you can do? We'll go into the book that way. You got another cigarette? They're right there. Help yourself. Thanks. All right, let's go. Mars will get the prints and finish this thing up. Come on, Drake, get up. No, hurry. Let me finish the cigarette. I said, come on, we got other things to do. We'll solve I. What? One to ten years. The story you have just heard is true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On September 15th, trial was held in Department 98 Superior Court of the State of California in and for the county of Los Angeles. In a moment, the results of that trial. And now, here is our star, Jack Webb. Thank you, George Fenerman. Well, this is brief, but I think very much to the point. Chesterfield is the only cigarette that gives you proof of low nicotine, highest quality. That's what I wanted my cigarette, and that's what you should look for in yours. Chesterfield, regular or king size, best for you. Try them. Harold Alex Drake was tried and convicted of Grand Theft Auto three counts and was sentenced as prescribed by law. Grand Theft Auto is punishable by imprisonment and the state penitentiary for a period of from one to ten years. A hold was placed on the suspect by San Diego County for prosecution on the burglary charge. 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