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Look for the bright, sunny yellow patch. Buy Fatima. Best of all, king-sized cigarettes. Dragnet, the documented drama of an actual crime. For the next 30 minutes in cooperation with the Los Angeles Police Department, you will travel step-by-step on the side of the law through an actual case transcribed from official police files. From beginning to end, from crime to punishment, Dragnet is the story of your police force in action. It was Tuesday, October 18th. It was cloudy in Los Angeles. We were working the early morning watch out of homicide. My partner's Ben Romero. The boss is Thad Brown, Chief of Detectives. My name's Friday. I was on the way back from the staff's office, and it was 3.26 a.m. when I got to room 42, homicide. Hi, Brian. Hi. Got those mug shots you wanted, Joe. Here you go. Oh, thank you. Hey, wait and pour me the garage. You call Ben? I'm going to right now, yeah. Okay. I guess I better hustle it. See you out there, huh? Right, Brian. I'm sorry to wake you, Ben. This is Joe. How you feeling? 3.30 a.m. How's the sore throat? And we need you now, Ben. You want to be ready in about 20 minutes? I'll pick you up. Man by the name of Martin Sullivan, official down for Third National Bank. What about it? He's got a 22-year-old daughter, or he had one. She's gone. Less than 14 hours before, at one o'clock the previous afternoon, Sullivan was last seen driving off in a car with a man who'd represented himself as a friend of her father. At 11 o'clock that night, the Sullivan family received an anonymous letter demanding $30,000 for the safe return of the girl. It had been the only contact made thus far by the abductor. As soon as we got word of what had happened from the girl's father, a broadcast and an APV had been gotten up. The entire force throughout the city had been alerted. 3.44 a.m. I pulled up in front of Ben's house. That was a morning pie. You made good time. Where were we headed? Sullivan home out on Castro Boulevard. Pat Brown's out there now with Brian. Any leads to go on? No, not so far. The girl disappeared a little before one o'clock yesterday afternoon. A note from the abductor came through last night. They're asking $30,000. I don't get it. Sullivan hasn't got that kind of money. I know that. Poor guy's almost out of his mind. Mrs. Sullivan, too, they're all broken up. He fell me in. How'd it happen? Well, the girl was taken from a business school that she goes to. The man had her called out of class. He told her her father was sick, said he was a friend of the family. How about the teachers? What was their story? Well, they said the girl didn't want to go with the man at first, but he finally talked her into it and kept telling her her father was dying. Yeah, and that was the thing. Did he use a car? Yeah, a blue sedan. That's all we know. Witnesses didn't get the make of the license number. Any description on the man? Yeah, they say about 5 feet 960 brown suit and dark hair. Is that all? That's it. Here's a copy of the letter that the Sullivan's got. You can read it as the usual. All right, thanks. I have your daughter, Judy, get $30,000 quick if you want her back alive. Don't call police or I'll kill her. Contact you later. Sign the wolf. Who's he kidding? I don't know. I could think of a better name. Here we are. Who's got the original note, Joe? The crime lab. They're checking it for prints and handwriting. Hi, Joe Romero in living room. Thank you, Doug. That's the way I see it, Mr. Sullivan. You understand exactly what you have to do now? Yes, I'll do as you say. All right, sir. Here are the two men who will help you. Sergeant Friday and Romero, central homicide. All right, Mr. Sullivan. Mr. Brown, are you sure about all this? I keep thinking he might get frightened. He might do something to it. Believe me, Mr. Sullivan, it's the only way. I know how you must feel, but we can't do anything else. All right. I want to see Mr. Sullivan first. Excuse me. I'll be ready in a moment. All right, fine. What is it, Chief? Any development? Back here. The dining room. Let's sit on the table. Second note from the guy. When did it come? Half an hour ago. The guy had it delivered by a special messenger. He used a plane envelope. The messenger kid didn't know anything about it. Doesn't remember what the guy looked like. Let's see, Joe. This says, meet me in Elysian Park five o'clock this morning near Balkan Drive. Come alone. Bring 30,000. We'll return, girl. Don't tell the cops. I'll kill her if you do. It's the same signature to Wolf. Not much time, Chief. It's 4 a.m. now. I know what we'll have to do, as he says. There's no other way. Sullivan's going out there alone, is he? You're going with him. You and Romero. You'll be hidden in the trunk of his car. All right. Anything else? Any plan you want us to follow? Got him, that's all. War 15 a.m. Ben and I went out back to the garage where Mr. Sullivan's car was parked. We jammed ourselves into the trunk compartment and Brian closed the door on us. The latch was rigged so that we could push open the door from the inside. A few minutes later, Mr. Sullivan came out, got in the car, and we drove off. At 3 minutes to 5, we pulled up at the designated meeting place up in Elysian Park. We waited. Nothing happened. 5 minutes past 5 a.m. Still nothing. Outside, it started to thunder. Rain is starting, man. Joe, do you hear it? Yeah. The car is coming up the road toward us suddenly. Yeah. Wait a minute. Coming over this way. Yeah, sounds that way, doesn't it? Are we ready? All right. Easy. Coming back here. Watch it now. Chief, is that you? Yeah, come on. I'll pull up, man. I'm breaking. Mr. Sullivan, you want to drive back home. We'll contact you there. Yes, sir. All right. Come on. Let's get over the car. What's the story? Did he scare off? The guy had no intention of following through with the meeting. How come? He told us. He phoned a couple of minutes before 5 a.m. We tried to trace the call. He wouldn't stay on the line long enough. What do you have to say? Couple of things. Number one, he wants more money. Number two, he knows we're working the case. What was the reaction? Things he doesn't care. We'll never get him anyway. Well, how's the thing stand now? $50,000. He wants it in the next 12 hours. More than 16 hours had passed since word of Judy Sullivan's abduction had been phoned into homicide. During that time, an APB containing the descriptions of the suspect, his car and his victim had been dispatched to law enforcement agencies throughout the entire area. The same descriptions were being broadcast every hour. The Sullivan home had been placed under strict surveillance, and Mr. Sullivan instructed not to contact the suspect without the knowledge of the police. The girl's father had raised almost $10,000 in cash to buy him off, and the serial numbers on each one of the bills had been copied by a police stenographer and rechecked by a homicide officer. So far, the wolf, as he called himself, had made three separate contacts, but he'd covered his tracks well. We knew he was somewhere in the city. 450 square miles of it. We knew we had to find him. 6.18 a.m., we checked back into homicide. What's going on? Here's a copy of the letter, fellas. Special delivery came in about 25 minutes ago. Let's see, Tom. That's the same handwriting it looks like. Check the post, Mark. Joe must have mailed it right after he grabbed the girl. Let me see. Stay away from Sullivan. If the girl's found dead, it's your fault. Stay away. Whoa. Can't seem to make up his mind, huh? Are you checking the original of this for prints, Tom? Yeah, no word yet. How about that second note? Anything on that? Uh-huh. Stahl lifted a couple of prints running them through R&I. Who's watching Sullivan House now? Gomez and Faxter. Chief's out there, too. He's still afraid the girl's found out trying to make a deal with the guy. He tried again? No, not yet. Well, you could invite him if he did. He's worried sick. I'm done. I must add, Ramel. Yeah, I try. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. How do you spell it? Okay, right. Yeah, thanks a lot. Record bureau. Those two prints Stahl lifted from the letter, ran them through the single print file. Any left? They gotta make. The fingerprint that was lifted from the suspect's letter was identified as belonging to a Donald Alfred Kiefer, WMA, age 29, 5 feet 8 inches, 170 pounds, brown eyes, dark brown hair. He had one previous arrest for forgery in Los Angeles 10 months before. At the time of his arrest, Kiefer's occupation was listed as bank clerk at the Third National Bank. Well, I went down the hall of the Record Bureau to pull the crime report. Brian checked by latent prints to see if they'd gotten anything off the last note from the suspect. Ben went to check with John Meyer in handwriting. 7.23 a.m. Chief Pat Brown got back to the office. I showed him Kiefer's crime report. All right, what's the rundown on it? Well, at the time, Kiefer pulled the forgery job at the bank. Mr. Sullivan was one of the vice presidents. He was the one that preferred charges against Kiefer, and he saw that he was prosecuted. Mm-hmm. Where's this Kiefer now? Well, let me check that. He was placed on probation on May 16th this year. He returned to his home in Omaha, Nebraska. That's 13-8 Mack and I have enough. You call Omaha? I got the call in now. Ben took an exemplar of Kiefer's handwriting from the package. Don Meyer's going over it now. Kiefer? Hi. What about that last note? I've got the report right here. How's it look? A stalwart that's in prints off it brought him out with the iodine and fume gun. They matched with the first. There's something else. What's that? They examined the paper for watermarks and texture. Both notes are written on the same paper. Impressions show both pieces of paper from the same tablet. Mm-hmm. Check the density of the carbon in the pencil he used. Both specimens matched, same pencil. Joe, oh, I'll ask you about it. All right. Did you catch up with Don Meyer, Ben? Yeah, he went over the handwriting. Looks pretty good. What's the word? Just close as you can get. Here are the two exemplars. Mm-hmm. Francis Crosses, double-loops as L, open A, pressure on the downstroll. Uh-huh. Donald Kiefer, the wolf, same handwriting. By noon time, Donald Kiefer's description had been broadcast throughout the entire area. Bulletins were dispatched to all departments and the supplementary APB was gotten out. Special details were stationed at every post office in the city to watch for notes from the suspect that might come through the mail. The bus depots, railroad terminals, the airports and all main roads leading out of the city were kept under strict surveillance. The entire Los Angeles area was broken down into single square mile districts and a house-to-house canvas was started. A squad of men were assigned to cover each square mile. Outlying towns and cities were requested to do the same. By four o'clock that afternoon, one of the greatest dragnet operations in the history of the city was underway. We were sure Donald Kiefer was somewhere inside. 5.12 p.m., we got the callback from the Omaha police. That's all? Uh-huh. Again, please. What was that? 6-x-ray 419 Nebraska plate. Right. Final kind of thing, right? They made the call. That and a lot more. The Omaha cops are looking for Kiefer, too. They wanted for a robbery there two months ago. Uh-huh. He used the stolen blue sedan in the robbery. 1939 model Nebraska plate 6-x-ray 419. What about his family and friends? Have they been checked? Yeah, they said Kiefer left Omaha about six weeks ago. I don't know where he was heading. We'd better get that car description between the cases, huh? APB and a radiogram. Yeah, right. Righty. Well? Yeah. What are you tied up with? Just got a call back from Omaha. Make on Kiefer in the car. Give it to me. You two get out to Sullivan the house fast so you can't see Harris out there. Okay, what happened? Mr. Sullivan has disappeared. You are listening to dragnet. Authentic stories of your police force in action. Millions heard it. Yet only 54 have written. Starting on dragnet over two and a half months ago on September 20th, to be exact, Fatima made a special money-back offer to more than 10 million listeners. The results? Amazing. Millions heard it. Yet only 54 have written. If you smoke king-sized cigarettes, listen to Fatima's famous offer. Buy a pack of Fatimas. Enjoy their extra mildness and superbly blended tobaccos. 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While he were at the bank, Mr. Sullivan succeeded in decoying Harris with a fake telephone call. While Harris was answering the call, Sullivan disappeared. Did Mr. Sullivan get any more money while he was at the bank, Bert? Yeah, $5,000. Did you get the serial numbers off the bills? Uh-huh. I shouldn't have let him get out of my sight. Forget it. Right now, we gotta find out where he's going to meet Kiefer. Did you talk to Mrs. Sullivan about it, Bert? Yeah, so she doesn't know anything about it. Where's she now? Back in the sitting room lying down. Now, let's try her again, huh? She might be able to help. Okay, let's back this way. What timing you got, Jim? It's five minutes past six. I get it. Hello? How's that? Yeah, where are you? Oh, well, where are you? Where are you? All right, we'll be right out. Yeah? Mr. Sullivan met with Kiefer out in Laurel Canyon. Did he get his daughter back? Yeah, he did. Wrapped in newspaper. All units in the area were notified immediately that a contact had been made with the suspect, Donald Kiefer. We got in the car and we drove out to Laurel Canyon. The entire area had been blocked off. We found Martin Sullivan standing in the middle of the road at the end of East Winding Way. 500 feet down the hill was a private residence where Sullivan had telephoned us. The only building in the immediate vicinity. A few yards beyond the point where East Winding Way ended, back in a clump of tall grass, we found the body of 22-year-old Judy Sullivan. We notified the crime lab. Cheat that brown in the corner. Despite the severe emotional shock, Mr. Sullivan told us the story. He said Judy was all right. I believed him. I wanted her back. Judy, that trick the officer, the one watching me, Kiefer said to come alone, no police. Did you see his car, Mr. Sullivan? I wanted her back. I wanted Judy back. I did as he said. I drove out here at six o'clock. I waited. I put the money on the front seat, like he said. Did he get the money, sir? And then I got out. I left the parking lights on. I stood up there by the end of the road and I waited. And then he drove up. He took the money. And then he came up to me. He had a gun. I wanted Judy back. He had a gun. Did you see his car? He said she was up there. Beyond the road, she was tied to a tree. He said, I wanted her back. I looked, Mr. Sullivan, did you see his car? I went to look for Judy. He drove away. She wasn't there by the tree. I couldn't find her. And I'm away back. Oh, the money. On the way. Yes, sir. Oh, Lord. Let me find him. Oh, Lord, let me kill him. Before he collapsed completely, we showed the dead girl's father a picture of Donald Kiefer and he identified him definitely. The information was immediately relayed back to Central Division and rebroadcast over our entire radio system. Teletypes were dispatched to sheriff's offices and communications sent to law enforcement agencies throughout the country. 9.52 p.m. The house-to-house search was intensified. The dragnet operation in which we hoped to trap the killer was drawing slowly inward. A few minutes before midnight, Ben and I drove back downtown to the crime lab to check with Lieutenant Lee Jones. My thoughts come on back. Anything yet, Lee? Looking over these towels here, found them wrapped around the girl's body inside the papers. The only thing about them... What's that? All yesterday's papers. Every story about the girl's disappearance has been clipped out. How about the towels? Any laundry marks at all, Lee? Nothing so far, Joe. Every one of them clipped off. Mog post the body yet? They're doing it now. Nasty one. Any footprints or tire marks out where they found the body? I've been checking them now. One thing... What is it, Lee? I don't know. Under the seam here, this towel. Wait a minute. Give me that pair of snippers, will you, Joe? Yes. Here you go. Thanks. Press back under the seam here. There. That's one tag he missed. Yeah, can you read the marking? Greenway Apartments, Los Angeles. 12.34 a.m. We located the Greenway Apartments in the East Wilshire District, and we checked with a manager. He identified Kiefer's mugshot, but he said he hadn't been home to the apartment since the day before. We called the crime lab, and we went up to check the suspect's apartment. One look was enough. Lieutenant Lee Jones found specimens of the Sullivan girl's blood in the washbasin and the bathtub drains. In an adjoining garage, we found a car which Kiefer had used. A blue sedan, Nebraska plates, and a yellow sedan, a cancellation of the warrant order for the car was issued and a stakeout placed at the apartment in the garage in case Kiefer decided to return. All that night and into the next day, the city-wide dragnet went on. It was no sign of the killer. At 10 minutes past 2 that afternoon, the first piece of ransom money showed up. It was at a used car lot on the corner of Beverly and Naylor Streets. Two hours later, another piece of the money turned up at a busy downtown department store. In both cases, the man who passed the stolen money was finally identified as Donald Kiefer. Details were strengthened in both areas where the money appeared. The search went on. 6.42 p.m. Ben and I got a call to meet Chief Thad Brown at the Hollywood Division Station. Tommy Bryan from Central Homicide was with him. This is the way it stacks up now. This pin map over here. This is where we're concentrating this search. How about the lead we had on him downtown? Didn't it work out? The lead's on the man out in this neighborhood here. East of Vine, south of Franklin, west of La Brea, north of Santa Monica. More ransom money show up. You got it there, Bryan. Read it off. Yeah. 535 Sunset in Highland, Newsboy thought he saw Kiefer crossing the street. 20 minutes later, a sales girl in the dime store up on Hollywood Boulevard thought she saw him. 10 minutes after that, he was reported seen near the intersection of Hollywood Boulevard and Las Palmas. Figured the reports were reliable. Didn't put too much faith in him until a few minutes ago. How's that? $5 bill was passed at a cigar store at Hollywood Boulevard in Hawthorne, ransom money. We've already doubled the number of men and cars in the area. Men stationed at every intersection to keep an eye on pedestrian traffic. We're covering everything. Street stores covering the whole neighborhood. I'll get it. Homicide, Bryan. Yeah, just a minute. You, Chief. Oh. That, Bryan? Yeah. Where? Uh-huh. When was that? No stay there. We'll be right there. Goodbye. Another piece of ransom money. Where did it turn up? The theater on Hollywood Boulevard between Fairview and Hawthorne. Who passed the money? You think it was Kiefer? Positively. Say he's in the theater right now. The information on Kiefer was phoned into communications immediately and within a few minutes men and cars converged on the neighborhood. The one half mile area around the theater was completely blockaded. Every exit and entrance to the theater was covered. 7.23 p.m. Ben and I along with Chief Thad Brown and Tom Bryan met in the theater manager's office. Brown outlined our plan of operation. At 7.32 p.m. a detail of 14 men walked down the side aisles on the main floor of the theater and took up their posts on either side of the orchestra pit. The picture was stopped and every light in the theater was turned on. Chief Brown, Bryan, Gomez, Faxter, Ben and myself went down the aisle to see what was going on. Chief Ben and myself went down the aisle and up onto the stage. Chief Brown made the announcement. Ladies and gentlemen, we can all be quiet for a minute, please. We're going to interrupt the picture because this is a very important matter. We're police officers, and you've read about it in the papers. A girl by the name of Judy Sullivan was abducted and murdered the day before yesterday. We think we've traced the man who murdered her to this theater. We believe he's in this theater now. A girl by the road, we'd like to ask your cooperation. There's no need to be mad at me or afraid. Those who wish to leave now may do so. But even for the main entrance, each one of you will be checked as you go out the door. For the benefit of the man we're looking for, don't try to escape. Every exit is covered. The entire area is locked in. Don't place any more lives in jail. All right? Come on, Ben. Backstage, Joe, we can make it through there. Right way. In here. Air condition and unit for the theater. I don't see them, do you? You can't get out. There's just two exits. We've got them both covered. Put the cuffs on them, Ben. Get your hands off of me! All right, keeper. All right, Ben, you all right? Try the cuffs on them now. It's starting to rain again. It's really pouring out there. Guess you better get them out of the car. Why spoil a good rain? The names were changed to protect the innocent. On January 19th, trial was held in Superior Court, Department 87, City and County of Los Angeles, State of California. In a moment, the results of that trial. Now, here is our star, Jack Webb. Thank you, George Fenerman. Friends, this Sunday evening, December 16th, the team that brings you a television preview of Dragnet on Sound Off Time on NBC. Check your papers for the time. Now, it's an actual case history that was filmed right on the spot right at the City Hall, downtown Los Angeles. Starting in January, Dragnet will be seen regularly on television in addition to Dragnet Radio. Now, remember, Fatima is making always possible and making it possible for you to give the best this Christmas to everybody who smokes king-size cigarettes. 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