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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, August 9th. It was hot in Los Angeles. We were working the day watch out of robbery detail. My partner's Ben Romero. The boss is Ed Walker, captain of robbery. My name's Friday. It was 1014 a.m. when I got to room 27A, robbery detail. Hi. Hi. What's up, Jim? I went. How is he? Well, no, for a while. What did the vet say? Thinks the dog picked up some kind of poison food. Oh, that's too bad. Sure hot. You got a penny? Yeah. Yeah, there you are. Thank you. Somebody poisoned, huh? Yeah. That's what the vet says. I never could figure why some people poison dogs. I don't understand some people not liking animals, but I can't see why they poison food and then just toss it around, wholesale loss. You know how I feel about that dog of mine. If anything happens to him, I don't know what he'll do. He'll be all right. Those vets can do wonders these days. I sure hope so. They told me to check back with them about noon. I'm about to melt in this heat. Yeah, doesn't seem to be any air at all. Well, it's more Sunday. Guess I'll just lie out in the backyard. It's gonna be good to just loaf around and read the Sunday papers, huh? It's a hot shot. I'll take it. My wife wants me to get out and get a little color. She says I'm better looking with a tan. She ought to know. All right. Will you get married, Joe? After so long, you get so as you believe everything they tell you. There's one roll on. Yeah. Robber in shooting. Victim's car was stolen. You want to get on it? All right. Let's go, Joe. Bank job. Don't make any plans for Sunday. 10 53 a.m. Ben and I pulled up in front of the Union Trust and Savings Bank at Melrose and Logan. We made our way through the usual crowd that was milling in and around the bank. We spoke with a manager, a Mr. Bill Four. He told us that he didn't see the actual robbery. The victim was taken in the parking lot next to the bank. Her name was Myrtle Shaw, a longtime customer of the Union Trust and Savings. Four told us that she always did her banking at the same time each day around 10 in the morning when the bank first opened. He said she was the proprietor of Myrtle's Cafe four doors west of the bank. Let us through, please. Sorry. Let us through here. Officer, over here. Yes, sir. Friday and Romero Central Robbery. Did you answer the call? Yes, we did. Freeman and Welsh unit 13R. Ambulance just left. They can bring one to go to Georgia Street. Said she wanted her own doctor. OK. Is she inside the cafe? Yeah. Let's go in, Ben. Are you Freeman? No, I'm Welsh. Freeman's inside. See if you can clear this crowd a little, will you, Welsh? Right. Thank you. All right. We've seen everything now. Now let's move along. Come on. There she is, over in the last booth. Freeman? Yes, sir. Friday and Romero Central Robbery. Is this the victim? Yes, that's right. Her name's Myrtle Shaw. Michelle? Yes, sir. Yes, that's right. My name is Romero. This is Sergeant Friday. We're from Robbery Division downtown. You men detectives? Yes, ma'am. We'd like to ask you a few questions. Yes, all right. I hope you can catch the men that did this. We're going to do all we can. It's a little hard for me to talk. My face is swollen. It hurts. Something terrible. What happened? One of them struck me. Yes, ma'am. We know that. Do you want to tell us how it happened? And I was on my way to the bank. I drove in the parking lot there next door. Yeah. I just got out of my car when these men walked over to me. You're only four doors from the bank. Do you always drive such a short distance? No, no. I just picked up my car from Edgar's fell-in station. I haven't greased once a month. I see. Where was I? You just driven into the parking lot when these men walked up to you. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Well, one of them said, just hand over the money and there won't be any trouble. The other one said, this is a gun in my pocket, Grandma. Yeah. My head's splitting. Did someone call Dr. Van Hale? Yes, ma'am. He's on his way. Oh, thank you. Well, I carry my days receipts in a cloth bank bag. I had it in my purse and I wasn't sure if they knew I had any money. Yeah. I told them I didn't have any. I was going in to draw some out and one of the men said, look, old timer, we don't want to get rough. Just hand it over. We know you got it. What'd you do? Well, I turned around and started to walk away and I saw this one man's arm flash out of his pocket and then something hard like a rock struck me on the side of the face. That dislugs you with his gun. Oh, yes. It couldn't have been his hand. I don't think he could have cut my face like this with his hand. You should have let them take you to the emergency hospital. No. No, I don't want to go in any ambulance. I want my own doctor. He don't know what to do. Ambulance crew gave her first aid. She wouldn't let him take her. Mm-hmm. Thanks. Miss Shaw, would you know the men if you ever saw them again? Well, I think so, yes. One of them looked like the worst kind of a hoodlum. And they got your money, huh? Oh, yes. They tell me they got away with my car, too. How much money did you lose? $116.23. Do you own this cafe? Yes, I do. It's a small place, as you can see. I do all the cooking and serving up to 11.30 in the morning. Then I have a college girl that waits on tables in the afternoon and evening. Do you think those men have ever been in here in the cafe? No. Have you ever seen either of them before? No. No, I never laid eyes on them before today. How about the girl who works for you? Think she's ever seen them before? I don't know. You can ask her. She should be here soon. What time is it now? Mm-hmm. 11.20. Yes, she'll be along any minute. Oh, I wish there was something to stop this aching. I know you must have a lot of pain, Miss Shaw, but we've got to ask a few more questions so we can get right on this. Yeah, I understand. I'll tell you all I can. Ben, do you want to get the dope on the stolen car and a description of the man I'll call the office? Right. Say his name. Is there a pay phone I can use here, Miss Shaw? Yes. Right over there behind the fountain. Thank you. Do you need change? Yes, ma'am. I'm afraid I do. Well, just help yourself and the cash register there. Thank you. I put in a dime taking out two nickels. Oh, well, now that wasn't necessary, young man. You didn't have to tell me. Well, I know, but we don't like to open other people's cash registers. You're a police officer, aren't you? Yes, ma'am. I trust you. That seems to be the reason a lot of people don't. I called the office and as fast as Ben repeated the information, I phoned it in. The detailed information was broadcast to all units. The stolen car was a 1946 green Ford sedan, license number one X-ray one eight nine eight. All units were instructed to be on the lookout for the car and have found abandoned to notify robbery detail immediately and keep the car under surveillance until we arrive. I called in a description of the suspects and the fact that the money was taken in a cloth bag stamped Union Trust and Savings. Myrtle Shaw's doctor arrived and she was ordered to bed for rest and treatment. Ben and I interrogated all the possible witnesses in the parking lot. We found only one man who saw the actual robbery. His story compared to that of Miss Shaw's, but he could add nothing more. We talked with a young college student who worked in the restaurant. She didn't think she'd ever seen the men in question. We drove back to the city hall and went to the stats office. They made a run for us on the descriptions and MO that we had and we pulled the packages of all possible suspects that the machine sorted out. We narrowed and sifted the 24 possibles down to 12. We took the mug shots out and showed them to the victim and the one witness. They could not identify any of them as the two men in the hold up. Two thirty five p.m. Saturday. We started to canvas the neighborhood door to door. I'm taking care of Logan Street for one block, both sides. Want to start you on Melrose? Okay. Let's try this drug store. I'm on fire. The paper says it's supposed to hit 99 today. I believe it. Come on. Yes, sir? Police officers. We're looking for a couple of men. Here's the descriptions. I wonder if you'd read this and tell us if you've ever seen them. Yes, sir. We ain't got time to have a coke. No, we better not. It's getting late. No, I'm afraid I've never seen anybody who answers either one of these descriptions. You sure? Yeah, quite sure. Thank you. I have to have that bag. Oh. Let's go. Is it just my imagination or does it seem to be getting hotter to you? Talking about it doesn't help. I'm trying ignoring it. That don't help me either. Let's try this bakery. How do you do, gentlemen? Hi, police officers. Wonder if you'd read the two descriptions listed here and tell us if you've ever seen either of these men. Yes, of course. No. Sure smells good in here, doesn't it? No, I don't seem to recall anybody that looks like this. Anybody else in here who might have seen them? No, I don't think so. I wait on trade. Okay, thank you, ma'am. Let's go. That smells just like good old apple pie, doesn't it, Joe? We're baking Danish coffee cake at the moment. The next place here is a plastic factory. Yeah, it looks like they're closed. Half day Saturday again. Somebody in there cleaning up. Yes, he didn't hear me. Oh, here he comes. Yeah. A lot of money in this plastic business. Mm-hmm. Really came into its own during the war, didn't it? Oh, yeah. The plant's closed Saturday afternoon. Police officers, wonder if you'd look this paper over and tell us if you may have seen two men answering these descriptions. All right. I have to put my glasses on. Yes, sir. There now. I don't need them for sweeping, just reading. All right, here you are. Mm-hmm. What do you think? What was that? I said, what do you think? Have you seen them? I don't know. How do you mean? I'm not sure yet. I'm not sure. I may have seen one of them. How about the other one? That's what I mean. Yeah. I don't know about the other one. But you do remember seeing one of them? I might have seen both of them. But you're not sure. I don't know. Well, do you want to tell us what you remember about the one you did see? Oh, don't you want to know about the other one too? Yes, sir, we do. But I understood you to say that you didn't know about the other one. No, I don't. Well, you just tell us what you know then. Then you want me to just forget about the other fellow. No, sir. But if you don't know, it's all right. I might know. Yeah. I haven't read about him yet. Oh. You asked me a question just as I finished reading about the first one. I was just starting on the second one at that time. Yes, sir. Sorry. What was that you asked me? Wasn't important. Then I'll read about the second one. Yes, sir. Thank you. Yeah. I seen them two or three days ago. Both of them. In this neighborhood? Yes, sir. Right around back in the parking lot. They work here? No, sir, they don't. Seems to me I've seen them a couple of times. What were they doing? I don't recall. I just remember I've seen them. You sure? Yes, I'm positive. One of them had on a brown suit, the other gray. Just like it says here. The description's fit all right. You have any idea where these men might be now? No, sir. We're investigating a robbery. We want these men for questioning. I wish I could help you more. I do know I've seen them, but that's about all. I don't know their names. All right, sir. What's your name? Seth Williamson. We'll leave you one of our cards, Mr. Williamson. If you see them again, I appreciate you letting us know. Yes, sir. Sure will. Let's go, then. Wish we had something more definite to go on. We just had a picture of the guys. Yeah, it'd help. There's a vacant lot in the corner, finishes out this block. All right, let's double back on the other side of the street. All right. Sure, huh? 4.30 p.m. We continued knocking on doors, checking every place that was still open or showed any activity Saturday afternoon. We talked with hotel managers, janitors, and clean-up men at the different factories or business establishments. We checked grocery stores, private homes, everywhere that we could find anybody to show the descriptions to. By 6.15 p.m., the only person who showed any sign of recognition of the two holed-up men was still Seth Williamson, the janitor at the plastics plant. Before we took time out for a sandwich and a cup of coffee, we drove back to the city hall to check the office. Hi, Friday. What do you say, Marty? A couple messages for you here. Thanks. What's the matter with you, Romero? I'm dehydrated. That sun almost fried me. Well, Joe, that one call I heard from your mother said to tell you your dog's out of danger. Oh, that's fine. Called in around 2, huh? Yeah. And the other one's from some guy who says he wants to talk to you right away. I've been calling in since about 3 this afternoon. Seth Williamson, huh? Called four times. Yeah. Said to tell you he'd wait at that number there. They heard from him. I'll call him right now. Been hot downtown, Marty? Pretty warm, man. Any kickback on that stolen car? No, not yet. And Benson Plastics? This is Sergeant Friday, police department. Oh, yes, I'm glad you called me back. I think I've got a little more information for you. Yeah? Those two fellas you were looking for, did you find them? No, not yet. Well, I just remembered what they were doing out back there in the parking lot. Yeah? They were taking pictures. Of what? Of the two girls that was with them. I remember now. There were two young women with them. One was a blonde and the other I don't recall. How were they dressed? The blonde had on a white shirt of some kind and a black dress. That's all I can tell you for sure. Who was taking the pictures? First the fellas took the girls' picture and then the girls took snapshots of the fellas. Thank you very much, Mr. Williamson. Oh, it'll help you. Yes, sir, it will. Goodbye. Goodbye. What do you got? They've had their pictures taken. Yeah? Let's find the prints. 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. Ben and I figured if we could possibly turn up the photographs that had been taken, we'd have something more definite to go on. We still had a lot of doubts. Maybe the janitor Seth Williamson was wrong. Maybe there were no pictures. If the snapshots had been taken, maybe they were still in the camera, undeveloped. With any kind of fast service and processing, the photos could have been picked up by now. We figured it was worth the chance and the time involved to check the lead out. All we had was the victim scant description of the two holdup men and if we could possibly turn up pictures, it would help a great deal. If Williamson was right, we'd have another lead, the two girls. Six forty p.m. we started checking drug stores going through all prints that had not yet been picked up by the customers. We'd made the rounds of all the drug stores in the neighborhood earlier in the day, but we double checked the descriptions of the two men with the personnel in each store. By nine p.m. we'd checked out ten drug stores and found nothing. We were going on the hunch that the photos would most likely be dropped off for processing somewhere in the immediate neighborhood. It was only a hunch and we were running out of drug stores. Police business, we'd like to go through your photos that have been left for developing. Yes sir. Here's the box right here. Oh thank you. I'll take half. Not very many this time, huh? Oh, don't forget to check the negatives too. Sometimes they don't print them if they're bad. Yeah, I know. No, nothing in this one. People sure take a lot of pictures of babies, don't they? Yeah. Nothing. These are sure fuzzy. Pictures of the zoo. Pictures of Yellowstone. Ben. Yeah? Pay dirt maybe. Let me see. Two guys. Two girls. One's a blonde, white blouse, dark skirt. Look close. Let me see. Left by a Marion Lang, 223 East Bixel. Well Claire. Yes sir. You want to double check us on this envelope? Yes sir. This date and time right here, 3.30 PM August 6th. Yes, that's correct. That's when the films were left for processing. Three days before the robbery. Did you ever see this woman in the picture before? Let me see. This one? Oh yes. Yeah. She comes in here quite often. Miss Lang is her name. How about these men or this other girl here? No, no. I've never seen them. When were these prints supposed to be picked up? I waited on her. She told me she'd pick them up Friday, yesterday. Well we'll have to take these photos along with us. They'll be returned. All right sir. How will I explain this to Miss Lang? If this is the right address, you won't have to. Before we left, we called the office and had a stakeout placed in the drug store in case Marion Lang tried to pick up the photos. We checked the address she gave on the envelope, 223 East Bixel. It was a small apartment building near the corner. The manager told us that Marion Lang had moved out the morning of August 9th, the day of the robbery. She left no forwarding address. The manager knew nothing of the other girl or the men in the photos. We checked with Myrtle Shaw, the victim. She positively identified the two men as the ones who robbed and slugged her. She knew nothing of the two girls, hadn't seen them before. We put out a warrant on Marion Lang and gave the photos to Lieutenant Frank Cunningham and the record girl. Monday morning, August 11th. Morning Frank. Hello Mark. Any record on the guys? Nothing we could find, no. I'm having copies sent out right now. Kind of thought maybe if we came up with pictures, we'd be half way home. Maybe we are. How do you mean? I had Tony make some blow ups from the negatives. Full of grain. Probably take them to the cheap box camera of some kind, but it might help. What'd you find? I just checked the enlargements. They were still in the wash, but I think we got something. Let's go over the photocopies. All right. Yeah, they're good and clear now. Clear as they'll ever be anyway. There we go. I had 16 by 20 enlargements made. This will show you what I found. Yeah. You guys take a good look at the face of this, this one man here. Thought we did. Why? It's pretty hard to see on those small prints. Look here. You see the nose on this one? I'd guess it's been broken one time or another, wouldn't you? Yeah. You see here? Scar over the left eye, scar over the right eye. A couple of them. Yeah. Look at the right ear. See how mashed it is? We couldn't come up with any names for you, but how better to be safe to guess his line of work? Looks like a prize fire. Nothing in the auditive file. I checked and double checked everything I could lay my hands on here in the department. I don't place him if he was a boxer of any standing. I don't know where it's going. Isn't much. Wish I had something else for you. It's a lead, isn't it? Might be. More than we had. It was possible that one of the two holed up men in the photos could have been a professional fighter. From his appearance and build, we felt it was a fair guess. We took copies of the snapshots to the state boxing commission, Los Angeles branch. We spoke with a Mr. Farmer who couldn't seem to recall a man from his picture. We went over the description that the victim had given us. Farmer said that he knew a great many of the fighters because at one time or another they all check in and out of the commission before about. But the man in the snapshot remained unidentified. He checked through several hundred cards bearing the photographs of boxers in the files. No luck. Farmer suggested that we try the Spring Street gym where the out of town fighters get into shape and the boxers in town train. We left him a copy of the photograph and our card so that he could continue checking back through his files. It was 10.22 a.m. when we got to the Spring Street gym. Here's the manager's office. Come in. You're the boss here? Yeah. What can I do for you? Police officers. Yeah? We're looking for a man we think might be a fighter. I wonder if you can help us out. Sure try. I'm Sergeant Friday. This is my partner Ben Romero. Hi. My name's Charlie Coleman. Here's a couple of photographs for you to look at Mr. Coleman. Have you ever seen this fellow on the right? Let's see here. Let's walk over by the window and get a little light on him. Wait a minute. He used to work out here all the time a couple of years back. His name is Billy. Marshall. Yeah that's right. One of them named Billy the Kid Marshall. Is he still around? Oh gee I couldn't tell you. Been a good two years since I've seen him up here. Any idea where we might locate him? I doubt it. He used to be at Benny Farmer's stable. Benny's been to East now over a year. Let me check back through my locker listings. Maybe I still got something on him. Let's see. Out cards. Yeah that's what we want. Let's take him over here by the window where we can read him. As I recall Marshall wasn't much of a fighter. Farmer nursed him up through the prelims got him in the semi windups. He started hitting the bottle. Played the dames. Oh yeah here we are. Can I see that please? Oh sure. Billy the Kid. Big beefy boy. Real sucker for right cross. 1637 Carver Avenue. That's the last address you got on him? Whatever the card says yeah. Real sucker for the old right cross. Thank you very much Mr. Coleman. You're welcome boys. Anytime. What's he done? We just want him for questioning. Oh I see. If you should hear from him don't tell him we're looking for him. Let's go. Thanks again. What do you think he did wrong? I don't know. How do you block a right cross? We called the new information into Captain Walker and he sent a crew of men to the boxing commission to check further. 1637 Carver Avenue. It was a cheap rooming house on the west side of town. Marshall hadn't lived there for over a year and a half. The landlady gave us a forwarding address. The next place hadn't seen him for a year. We kept checking and rechecking going from one end of town to the other. Each place was a little better than the last. It was easy to trace Billy the Kid's rise in the fight game such as it was with the condition of the places he lived in. We covered six different rooming houses, boarding houses and apartments. Each time his residence had been a little more recent. 5.15 p.m. Monday, August 11th. We pulled up in front of the Sunflower Hotel, 433 Banyan Street. Rates, two dollars a week and up. Nobody at the desk. I'll ring the bell. How do you do? Police officers. Have you got a Billy Marshall registered here? No, no one by that name here. Would you take a look at this picture? Either one of these men live here? Oh sure, that's Tom Green and George Martin, room nine. They in now? I could buzz their room and see. No, never mind. Room nine, you said. Yes sir, that's right. Let's go. Room nine. Cover McBride. Yeah? Special delivery letter. Slip it under the door. You have to sign for it. All right, stand still police officers. Watch it Ben. Take the other one Tom. Joe, Joe look out. All right, hold it right there Marshall. Get over there against the wall. You, get up, go over there with him. Move. Move. Give me a hand Joe, I'll help you up. You all right? Yeah, yeah I'm okay. There he is Joe. Looks like his picture fits the description. Except for one thing. Yeah? He's no sucker for a right cross. The story you have just heard was true. Only the names were changed to protect the innocent. On March 27th, 1947 trial was held in Superior Court, Department 81, 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. Here is the actual report. 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