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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 Saturday, November 23rd. It was warm in Los Angeles. We were working the night watch out of homicide detail. My partner's Ben Romero. Boss is Blaine Steed, Captain of Homicide. My name's Friday. It was 6.35 PM when we got to the corner of Western and Lexington, the Western fur shop. Hi, Brennan. Hi. What happened, Frank? The owner's been shot. His name's Albert Kruber. Yeah. Who is that? Mrs. Kribber. Haven't been able to get anything out of her. Where's the body? In the back. Monkers is back there. Did you call the lamb? Yeah. Jones on his way. Photographer and fingerprint men with him. All right, let's take a look. Nothing seems to be messed up. Back room is. It was a small shop. A couple of fur coats on dummies on one side of the store and on the other, a tall glass case holding about 15 more. Mrs. Kribber sat on a straight back chair staring at the floor. We went through the curtains into the back room of the store. Sprawled out on the floor at the far end of the room was the body of a man. He had a fur coat gripped in one hand. Sergeant Mercury's from Hollywood Division was standing by. What do you figure, Monk? Looks like a couple of hours. Did you call the corner? Yeah. How long have you been here, Monk? Just a couple of minutes. You think Mrs. Kribber moved anything here? I don't think so. She was sitting in that chair when we got here. I don't think she's moved except to call in. She put in the call? Yeah. Empty shelves down on the floor. You got a pencil? Yeah. 32. Yeah. You think robbery? I don't know. Let's talk to the wife. What am I? Bottle here. Sierra Valley Wine Company. World's finest muscatel. 27 cents a pint. Nobody touched this today. Not what I've been hearing of. Let's get out of front. Anything in the customer files, Brennan? Not so far. Have you tried to talk to Mrs. Kribber again? No, pretty bad. Let's give it a try. Mrs. Kribber? I'm Sergeant Friday. This is Sergeant Romero. We'd like to talk to you if we could. We know how you must feel, but there are a few questions that we have to ask you. Did you telephone the police? We have to know how it happened, Mrs. Kribber. Mrs. Kribber, can you tell us what happened? Oh, who is this? What do you want? We're police officers. Albert. Albert's dead. Someone call the police. Mrs. Kribber, we are the police. My husband's been murdered. He's dead. Albert. We better leave her. Friday, here's something I found in the customer file. Mm-hmm. Mrs. Terry Shepherd, 10113 Normandy, apartment 3. What about it? She took her coat out that wasn't storage. Took it out today. We'll check her out when we're finished here. Thanks. Looks like the only hot receipt in the file. Hi, Lake. Joe, again? I'm in the back room. What is it? Killing. Monkries will show you. OK, that's fine. Think we ought to try to laugh again? I can try. Mrs. Kribber, can we do anything for you? A little better. I'll try to tell you what I can. All right. When did you get here? It must have been about 6 o'clock, a few minutes after. I came to take him home. Any customers around? No, the store was empty. I stood here for a few minutes waiting, and then I went in the back. Wait a second. No. Yes, ma'am. The front door open? No. Yes. The front door? Yes, ma'am. The front? Yes, open. Did you telephone the police? I think I did. Did you come here to pick him up? No. No, usually he drives home himself. On the streetcar to ride home with him. What kind of a car do you have? An Oldsmobile. 1939 or 40, I guess it is. Where does he usually park? In the rear of the store, this little place. I'll take a look. All right. Where is your home? 3412, Northwestern. I thought there was something wrong with that. I got a telegram from him. He said not to come down tonight. He said he'd be home late. What time was that? At four o'clock. I'm all mixed up. I haven't told it to you as I remember it. First, yes. At first I telephoned here to the shop. That was this afternoon? Yes, 3.30. I'm sure of that because I made some other calls. I spoke to Albert. He didn't say he was going to be late. Then at four o'clock I received the telegram. Do you have that with you? Yes, it's in my purse somewhere. Somewhere. Somewhere. Oh, here it is. Thank you. Don't come down. I won't be home until late after seeing a customer, Albert. Can I keep this? We'll return it to you. Yes. What'd you do after you got this wire, Miss Kramer? Well, nothing. I thought it was strange, but I didn't think too much about it. Then I started wondering why he didn't say anything over the telephone about being late. So I came down here on the streetcar. Did you phone the store just before you left your house? Yes, but there was no answer. The parking lot's empty. Better get out of the APB on the car, huh? Miss Kramer, you said your car was a 1939 or 40 Oldsmobile, didn't you? 1940. I remember now. What model is that? Oh, it's sedan, light blue. Do you remember the license number? Well, I have it on this chain with the extra keys. Here it is on this little tag. The veterans make these. Thank you. Joe, can I see them now? Sure. Excuse me, Miss Kramer. Do you want me to wait? I'd like to go home. We'd like you to wait for a little while, yes. Do you have any relatives living here? A niece and a nephew in Beverly Hills. Jerome Reed. They live on Kennendrive. We'll call them for you. Thank you. Lee, is this phone out here all right to handle? Yes, it's been dusted. Okay. Joe, you coming in? Yeah, right away. Pretty clear, easy to trace. I'd say he was standing over here by the curtains when he was shot. That's where the stains began. And he must have stumbled along this glass case. You can see the smiths here in the glass where he tried to grab hold of something. Yeah. And I guess he called hold of that fur coat and called it down with him. Mm-hmm. And he stumbled and bumped up against this coat bag. Felt through that and up against the safe. How many times has he hit? Six empty casings on the floor. Looks like four through and through wounds. Thirty-two, huh? That's right. The wife knows if anything's missing. She's in pretty bad shape. It looks to me like somebody took his wrist watch and a ring from his left hand. If he had a bill fall, that's gone. No coat. All the trouser pockets are turned inside out. What about that wine bottle? It's smeared. Can't lift a thing. Okay, thanks. Ben? I'm still on the phone. Okay. No, no, no. License 15 Boston. 6707. No, 707. Yeah, driver might be on. Hang on a minute, Wallace. What? Now give that DMV. Why don't you save another call? Miss Criber, did your husband have a wallet? Yes. Yes, brown alligator. Did he keep his identification in him? Yes. Did he carry much cash? No, just a few dollars. He was always afraid of hold-ups. Thank you. You want to give that to him, Ben? Yeah, okay. Hey, Wallace. Suspect might have a brown alligator wallet with identification cards of Albert Criber. Yeah, that's C-R-I-B-B-B-B-N-E-R. 3412 Northwestern Avenue. Yeah. Yeah, okay. Yeah, bye. Joe, might be something here. Yeah, Monk? In Boston, a far north fur company. Three main coats delivered here today. I looked all around. I only found two. One missing. Did you find the sales slip for the other one? No. Miss Criber, would you come over here, please? Yes. Where are they, Monk? Over here. All right. Over this way. These are Mink coats here, aren't they? Yes. Yes, Wild Mink. Albert told me he ordered them. Yes, man. We found the invoice. He ordered three. There are only two here. Do you know anything about any of his customers? No. No, I don't. I never met any of them. Oh, I remember now. The night before last he called someone from home. Told her he had some minks in today and she could come in and look them over. Do you know who that was? I didn't hear any name. Miss Criber, do you have any idea who might have wanted to shoot your husband? No. None at all. He was friendly with everyone. Everybody liked Albert. He didn't run around. He was either working or at home. Did he drink? Not at all. No, I mean beer, a little wine, maybe. No, no, no, you never touched anything. All right, thank you. Brennan, do you see that Miss Criber gets to where Nuffie is? Right away. Thank you. Might as well go, Ben. Yeah. We can talk to some of the neighbors. Six shots far. I wonder why nobody heard him. Pretty heavy traffic outside, huh? Somebody wanted a Mink coat pretty bad. Coat like that costs quite a bit, doesn't it? This one's going to come a little high, yeah. 705 p.m. Most of the stores along the street were closed, but a small shoe repair shop across the street was open, so we went over there. On the window was one word, Pete, and a picture of a shoe. Sitting in the window was a small, dark man wearing a leather apron. He was working on a pair of shoes. Hello. We're police officers. I see you drive up across the street. Are you Pete? Sure. What happens to Mr. Criber? He's robbed? No, he was killed. No? Shot? I do not hear anything. Have you been sitting in your window all afternoon? Oh, most all the time. You see, I have machinery here. I advertise that way. People watch me. Do you remember seeing anybody going into Mr. Criber's this afternoon? This afternoon, four men. Two, three, long black cars. Anybody else? Some. Were they women? Officer, they are all women. Did any of them walk out with a new fur coat? All that. I do not see all of them, I guess, but I see two. Can you describe them? One, beautiful young girl tall, red hair. She walked out with a big package. What time was that? Three, four o'clock. The second woman is about the same time. Funny thing, I do not see the bottle, but Benny from liquor store and corner tell me the second one they blonde. She buys bottle of wine. Did he tell you what kind? No. Reason I remember, I laugh when he tell me, I go over to Benny's for can of beer. He tells me she buys cheap wine, walks out of Criber's with new fur coat. Me, I spend five dollars for good wine and my wife has no fur coat. How old was this blonde? How was she dressed? Eh, she's maybe 25. Young, you know, not too young, but young. She has on slacks, a gray. What kind of a fur coat was she wearing when she came out? Mink. Look from here like mink. I see. Did you notice where she went? The blonde, gray slacks, mink coat. Yes, turned the corner on to Lexington and she went up the street. Did you see Mr. Criber's car drive away? No, he parking back. I do not see him come in. I do not see him come out. All right, thanks a lot, Pete. You know officer, that blonde. Something wrong there. How do you mean? Well, she has got fur coat, but she drinks wrong wine. I do not understand. Why do you say that? Five thousand dollar coat. Twenty-seven cent wine. 7.45 p.m. Ben and I questioned Benny Davis at the safety liquor store. He remembered the blonde and said she bought a bottle of Sierra Valley muscatel from him between 2.30 and 3.00 that afternoon. He had never seen her before. We contacted communications and gave a description of the blonde to supplement the all points bulletin. Then we started checking Western Union offices to find out where Mrs. Criber's telegram had been sent from. We finally traced it to the office at Normandy in Hollywood Boulevard. The operator who sent the telegram to Mrs. Criber also remembered receiving the call. She told us that the person who phoned in the message was a woman. The time, 3.22 p.m. We asked her to put a tracer on it and told her we'd check back. 8.24 p.m. Ben and I went to 101.13 Normandy to talk to Mrs. Terry Shepherd whose name had appeared in the customer files at the first store. The receipt showed she'd taken a coat out of storage that afternoon. This is something like the place the wife and I used to live in. Yeah? The same people must have built it. Department 3. Mrs. Terry Shepherd. Secret, I have an appointment. Police officer's, Mrs. Shepherd. Oh? What's wrong? We'd like to talk to you. What about? What if you could come out here, please? Well, I just got out of... Yeah? Yeah, this place has got the same floor plan as mine. Kind of small, isn't it? Not too bad. Wonder what rent she pays. You don't mind if I wear this too and leave my hair's wet. It's all right. We're sorry to bother you. What can I do for you? If you've got a fur coat, Mrs. Shepherd. Yeah, sure. What if we could see it, please? Sure, but I don't think it'll throw yet. It's only muskrat. I bought it in Pittsburgh. Where is it, in Plaza? Yeah. It's down the hallway, first door on the right. I think I know where it is. What's this all about, Lieutenant? What time were you at the western fur shop today? Oh, I'd say three o'clock. Why? What'd you do while you were down there? I got my coat out of hawk. I had it there during the warm weather. Paid the man, signed something, and he put the coat in a box, and I took it. Mm-hmm. Do you know Mr. Kribber down there, the man that owns the store? You got me. The man was about 50. His hair was a little gray. I hardly even looked at him. This is the only fur coat, Joe. Could have passed for mink when I first bought it. It's pretty sad now, isn't it? Not mink. I'll give that closet a last check. All right. What happened? Did somebody steal a coat? Was anybody else in the store while you were there? Yeah. Yeah, there was another girl there. What was she doing? Nothing, just sitting. Do you remember how she was dressed? Oh, she was wearing a gray suit, slacks, blond. Her face wasn't much, but she had a neat little ear. Do you remember anything else about her? Well, I didn't pay that much attention. Anything else in there, Ben? Not a thing, Joe. Maybe I'd better take this towel off my head. It doesn't look so hot when it's wet, but it's natural. It's natural red. Yeah. Is there anything else that you might be able to tell us? I think that's about all. I gave the man my claim check and the money. And he got the coat and put it in a box and gave me a receipt. Nothing else? Nope. When I got the receipt, I saw the blonde walk over and pick up the telephone. I was just leaving then. Did you hear any of the conversation? She asked for Western Union. You are listening to Dragnet, the case history of a police investigation presented in the public interest by Fatima Cigarettes. 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The best of all, long cigarettes. Sunday, November 24th, 9 a.m. Ben and I contacted the owners of all the shops in the vicinity, but none of them saw or heard anything at the time of the shooting. Officers Brennan and Monqueries interviewed all the regular customers of Albert Kriber's first shop. Only three had been in the store on Saturday, but none of them had noticed anything wrong. 11.35 a.m. We spoke to Mrs. Kriber again, but she could add nothing to her story. Her niece and nephew had been to a football game at the Coliseum in the afternoon and knew nothing had happened until they were telephoned by Officer Brennan. 2.55 p.m. We spoke to all the tenants of the apartment house at 5513 Lexington, which is in the rear of the first shop. None of them had been home, but the owner told us that he had some men working on the roof of the apartment house at the time of the murder. Through the owner of the durable roof company, we traced the two men who had been working on the roof, and they told us that about 4 o'clock they'd seen a blond dressed in gray slacks into the parking space in the rear of Kriber's first store. They whistled at her, but she paid no attention to him. 7 p.m. We checked in at the office and got word that Albert Kriber's car had been located in the parking lot at Vermont in 8th. We drove down to the location and talked to the parking lot attendant. Well, the car must have come in sometime last night. It probably came in the back way because I don't remember it coming in, and it doesn't have our lot tag on it. Did you work all last night? No, I finished at midnight and started to attend this morning. I kept waiting for somebody to be sitting here all that time. Are there any keys in it? No, sir. There weren't last night either. Have you ever seen this particular car before? No, sir. Have you ever seen a blonde woman about 25 wearing gray slacks? You mean hanging around here? Yeah, or in the neighborhood. Yeah, but not today or yesterday. Do you remember one? Well, yes, sir. Does she drink a lot? Maybe. Well, there's one that hangs out in these bars around here. A couple of weeks ago? Why, is she with anyone? Yeah, but I don't remember him. I've seen her with a lot of different guys. Does she hang around with anybody in particular? Yeah, her husband. Before leaving the parking lot, we pulled a rotor out of the distributor so that nobody could drive the car away. 8, 12 p.m. We called homicide and asked for more men to canvas the bars in the neighborhood. Ben and I staked out on the car. We sat in our car across the street from the parking lot until midnight. Nobody showed up because the blonde lived in the neighborhood. She was in a bar and would sooner or later try to claim the car. 1.53 a.m. Hmm. What rent do you suppose that shepherd girl pays? You got me. 75? I don't know. I bet I pay more than she does. Is that Moncri's? Yeah. Hi, Mon. Hi. Let's take a look up the street. See that couple? Where? Coming this way. Grace likes fur coat. She's pretty drunk. Where'd you spot her? Turn the corner from Olympic. They've been looking in parking lots. Monk, there's a rear entrance to this lot off the alley. Do you want to cover that? Yeah. Thank you. You see them all right? That's it. Where'd they walk under that light? Yeah. Pretty drunk. Looks like the same kind of coat, isn't it? Yeah. They're stopping. Looking for another parking lot again. Sierra Valley wine. Those finest muscatel. They're going into the parking lot. She's not carrying a bird. Those coats don't have pockets big enough for a 32-automatic. That stuff sure gets people. All right, let's go. We're getting in Criber's car. No. You can't even find the door. She's helping. You take the other side of the car, will you? Yeah. Stop pushing me. I hope so. Who are you? Police officers. Can I see your driver's license, please? I've got a driver's license. What's going on? What's your name? Betty Moore. What's it to you? The registration slip on the steering column says Albert Criber. Who's Albert Criber? I don't know who he is. This guy here. Who is this man? What do you say? He's a friend. Does that satisfy you? Yeah, he's a friend. Doesn't matter with this friend. Take a look at the glove compartment, Ben. Okay. Come on, honey. This could go on, huh? Yeah. What do you want in there for? Let me have those keys. Hi. Here you are, Ben. How's that going, honey? There's nothing in there. Here's a purse. Give me that. Can you keep your hands on the wheel? Some guns, 32. Yes. It's empty anyway. It's nothing wrong in that. Do you have a permit to carry it? Yeah, I've got a permit. Can I see it? I lost it. Give me those keys. Can you keep your hands on that wheel? There's a wallet and identification card. It's Albert Criber. Where'd you get these? I don't know. The man's watch. Albert Criber engraved on the back. Who's Albert Criber? I don't know. I told you. All right. Let's get out of the car. Why didn't that car start? All right. Come on. Stand up. You get over there. Where'd you get the fur coat? I bought it. Where? I don't know. Joe, look at her slacks. Wine stains. I spilled wine on them. What kind of wine? Muscatel. Muscatel isn't a red wine. It's a white wine. Who's Albert Criber? I don't know. This is his wallet. This is his car. Where'd you get them? I don't know. I don't know. Do you have a look at that? Do you have a look at that? I'm not familiar with that. I don't know. I'm not familiar with that. I don't know. So you shot him. What are you crying for? You've got the coat. On February 27th, trial was held in Superior Court, Department 86, city and county of Los Angeles, State of California. In a moment, the results of that trial. It's amazing how many long cigarette smokers are changing to extra mild Fatima. 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