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It was Sunday, November 22nd. It was chilly in Los Angeles.
We were working the day watch out of burglary detail.
My partner's Ben Romero, the boss is Thad Brown, Chief of Detectives. My name's Fragi.
It was 9.35 a.m. when we got to 5918 Canyon Cove, the home of Marla Hutchins.
Yes.
Miss Marla Hutchins. I'm Miss Marla Hutchins.
We're police officers, ma'am. This is Sergeant Romero. I'm Sergeant Friday, Central Burglary.
Come in. Thank you.
Betty told me she called you.
Your name? Yes, I'm Betty Gray. I called you.
And if you could tell us what happened, please.
Dr. Arthur Schulte was treating me for headaches I have.
He took my mint coats and my jewelry.
Do you have a list of what's missing?
Betty will have a list of what's missing.
Here, I've written down everything I think's gone.
Thank you.
Why do you say it was this Dr. Schulte? Is that right?
Yes.
Why do you say it was him that took things, Miss Hutchins?
He did it. I know he did it.
The doctor was the only other person in the apartment, officer.
When was this? Last night.
What time was the doctor here last night?
About eight. I heard him leave later, about 9.15.
Is that right, Miss Hutchins? Yes, that's right.
Could the apartment have been entered without either one of you knowing it?
No, sir. The back entrance is double-latched.
No one could have broken in the front way.
My room's right beside the front door and I would have heard.
You told us on the phone that this Dr. Schulte was middle-aged, dark,
close to five feet, 11, stocky, and wears a goatee.
No other distinguishing features. Is that correct?
Yes, sir.
How about his clothes, where he was dressed?
He was about average.
He had on a gray suit the last time we saw him.
Thank you.
Do you know who he is?
We'll find out.
What kind of treatment were you taking from Dr. Schulte, Miss Hutchins?
I call it, I have no therapy for my headaches.
Last night, the same thing.
Yes.
Anything different from his previous visits?
I was very nervous.
He made me take three sleeping capsules and I went to sleep.
She was still sleeping this morning when I went in
and found everything in the dressing table all over the floor.
I see. Have you known this Dr. Schulte long, Miss Hutchins?
About four months.
Did you meet him at a party, maybe?
No, I was a student of his.
Where was this?
This small college in Hollywood. He was the head of the school.
He was a teacher too.
Do you have the name and address of the college?
Daddy can give it to you. It's in my desk.
You're still a student there?
No. I don't take the course. I stopped.
The college was closed. That's when he came here to treat me for my headaches.
How did he start giving you these treatments, Miss Hutchins?
One day in his lecture, I fainted.
He took me to his office and told me that pain was only a state of mind.
A state of mind.
Yes, ma'am.
My headache didn't bother me anymore.
He said that relief would only be temporary if I didn't take regular treatment.
What did you see him regularly?
He said I'm twice a week. Twice a week.
Always here?
The college is in it closed. I don't know why.
He telephoned and said he would continue here.
Well, where did you get in touch with him when the college closed?
I never did. He always called here.
Do you have any idea where he is now?
No, I just know that he's a thief.
Why don't you lie down, Miss Hutchins? You look tired.
All right.
Thank you, Miss Hutchins.
Yes, ma'am. Thank you very much.
All right.
Would you gentlemen like some coffee?
Ben?
I could sure use some.
That would be very nice, Miss. Thank you.
Officer.
Yes, ma'am.
If this man's just a common thief,
the treatments he's been giving Miss Hutchins couldn't have been very good, could they?
She's still got the headaches, hasn't she?
1150 a.m. We checked the apartment for physical evidence.
There was nothing to indicate that the place had been broken into.
We put in a call to latent fingerprints to send a man out to check the closet and dresser.
We completed the crime report, and Betty Gregg the maid gave us the name and address of Dr. Schulte's college,
the Los Angeles College of Psychotherapeutics and Psychiatry at a Franklin Street number in Hollywood.
Ben and I got out a teletype to Sacramento asking information on the chartering of the stool that Dr. Schulte was supposed to have headed.
We checked on Betty Gregg the maid and found that she was a Los Angeles girl.
Her parents still living in the city. She had a good reputation.
2.35 p.m. We went to the address where the college had been.
It was a big brown clabbered house with several dormer windows facing the street. It was vacant.
The front door was boarded up. A rental agency sign was stuck up on one of the pillars on the front porch.
Joe.
Hmm?
Front room there. Must have been where they had classes.
Those are chairs nailed down, you see.
Yeah, let me look.
Hmm.
I don't see any papers inside. No mail.
Hi.
Yeah.
My name's Tom Thompson. You interested in the place?
You're the agent?
No, no, I just live next door. I'm a dry cleaner myself, but I sort of promised the real estate agent I'd keep an eye peeled,
see if I could be of help. Anyone get me a chaplet?
Police officers. We're just checking.
Oh, is there something wrong? Somebody break in?
Did you live next door when this was a school here?
Yeah, that psychology bunch here. About, oh, ten months maybe less. I always thought it was kind of a shoestring operation.
How do you mean?
Oh, you know, not much, though. They're just making ends meet. No class, you know.
Always just adults?
Well, classes used to be mostly during the day. I was at work. My wife used to tell me, there were no kids at school.
Did you know the man that ran the school?
No, he was a middle-aged guy with a kind of a pointed beard. Had a pal, a younger guy. Never stopped to talk.
They're pretty tight-mouthed guys, like I said. Why, what'd they do?
Routine investigation, Mr. Thompson. Do you have any idea where they might be contacted now?
No, no. The real estate agent said they skipped without paying last month's rent for him. He's been trying to find them.
Do you remember their names?
Well, let's see. The older guy, the guy with the beard was named Schultz or something like that. I can't remember the young fellow though, but...
Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute. I got their door.
How's that?
I got their door. The agent let me have the front front. I'm building a patio porch in the back of my house, and the glass that I took out of the door has got the names lettered on it.
Oh, that's fine.
Come on. I'll see if I still got it in the garage. It's right around here.
Okay.
Little chilly today, huh?
Yeah, a little.
You want to stand back there? I'll hit you when I open it.
Watch the door, Ben.
Here we go.
I like to keep a nice, neat garage.
Sure looks nice.
Oh, thanks.
Say, do these men live in the house, Mr. Thompson, or do they just use it for the school, you know?
Oh, best I know just for classes. Like I say, they're pretty tight-lipped guys. Not very friendly. They're real quiet.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, here it is. I got it.
Just leave it right there. We'll come over there if you want to move it.
Okay.
Let's see.
Los Angeles College of Psychotherapeutics and Psychiatry. Dr. Arthur William Schulte.
Schulte.
DAA, PhD, SCD.
Well, of course, Schulte.
Dr. Leo George Donaldson.
DV, PhD, SCD.
I got it, Jim.
Okay, fine.
We're much obliged, Mr. Thompson. Here's our card. If you hear anything regarding these men, we'd appreciate you calling us.
Oh, sure, sure. I'd be glad to. Here's my card.
Ideal cleaners over an IVAR. If you get around that way while I drop some stuff off, I'll see if it gets special attention.
Well, thank you very much, Mr. Thompson.
No, it's okay.
Sure glad I didn't throw that glass away.
Brother, look at all the players after the names, eh?
Wonder what it takes to get a lineup of degrees like that.
Paintbrush in about ten minutes.
Five p.m. Ben and I drove back to the office. There was a report from Layton Fingerprints.
Nothing but the prints of the two girls had been found in the Hutchins' apartment.
We checked what information we had on Schulte and Donaldson through to the FBI on the teletype.
A check of doctors registered with the Los Angeles County Medical Association and the American Psychiatric Association failed to turn up anybody named Dr. Schulte.
We had our eye bureau and stats office make runs on Leo Donaldson and Schulte and a rundown on the reports where the burger had posed as a psychologist.
The stats office turned up a couple of dozen new suspects. We pulled the mug shots and headed for the Hutchins' apartment.
Looks like something's doing at the Hutchins' apartment, huh?
Yeah, a lot of cruiser cars, huh?
Let's have a look.
Sorry, can't go in.
Sergeant Friday Romero sent for burglary.
Oh, sure, Sergeant.
What's the trouble?
A girl named Lefuchin shot herself.
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Monday, November 23rd. During the morning the coroner's office signed off Marla Hutchins' case.
The verdict was that she had taken her own life.
The police psychiatrist told us that probably the hypnotic treatments by Schulte had hastened her death.
The information we'd received from the medical association told us that they had had complaints against the operation of the Schulte school.
They pointed out to us that it takes over 12 years and recognized medical schools to become a member of the American Psychiatric Association.
Schulte had been mass producing pseudo-psychiatrists in eight weeks.
1.40 p.m. we met with Captain Fulton.
The school was a phoning, degrees and diplomas sold anybody who had cash.
They're not operating anymore?
We checked that out, they're gone.
Oh, here's the answer to your teletext in Sacramento.
Thank you.
It gives details on the application for the school of the Schulte.
He's listed as founder and dean. Donaldson has listed as staff.
There are no addresses other than the Franklin Street number there.
Anything else?
A month ago Leo Donaldson opened courses of construction in Los Angeles under the title of California Physicians College of Psychiatry, 781 South Street.
Schulte associated with him?
No.
Have any idea where Schulte is?
No, we don't, but we're looking.
We've got the support of the medical people to push a bunko charge for the operation of the old school.
Donaldson should be able to give you a lead on Schulte?
Figures they might be in contact.
Looks like they actually ran the school together even though Schulte was legally responsible.
Ben and I have an idea on how maybe we can find out.
How's that?
We thought one of us could make a pitch to Donaldson, see if he'd sell a degree from the new school.
Get evidence to support a bunko warrant and check at the same time to see if Donaldson has contact with Schulte.
Well, I'll let the bunko detail know we're trying.
Think you can do it?
I'd try.
Know anything else about Donaldson's courses?
No, that doesn't bother me.
How come?
Neither does Donaldson.
In trying to get Schulte through his former associate Leo Donaldson, we again contacted the medical association.
They furnished us with the name of Ralph Morris, a graduate of the Franklin Street School who had since been killed in an auto accident.
Tuesday, 1130 a.m., Ben and I get to 781 South Hill Street, a seven-story office building in the heart of the Los Angeles business district.
The directory in the lobby listed the California Physicians College of Psychiatry for rooms 214 and 216.
Ben waited outside in the car. I took the elevator up.
Yes, may I help you?
Dr. Donaldson?
I'm Dr. Leo Donaldson. May I be of assistance?
My name is Frank Ditten. I wanted to ask about the curriculum here.
We've just opened, Mr. Ditten. We're not quite ready to start classes.
You understand this is very advanced instruction. Most of our students will have had considerable background in psychiatry.
Oh. Well, a friend of mine, Dr. Morse, said that he was sure I'd be a good student for you.
Dr. Morse?
Uh-huh.
I'm not sure I'd place him.
He was one of your students at the Franklin Street School. Said that Dr. Schulte knew him quite well.
Oh, oh, yes. Yes, I remember. Brilliant man. How's he getting along?
He was killed in a car collision.
Oh, that's too bad.
Well, frankly, what I was interested in was being able to take over his practice. Could I get the same deal he got?
I think so, Mr. Ditten. What'd you have in mind?
Well, take some courses and get a degree. I worked with Morse for a while. I can set up a clinic. He did okay. I figure maybe I can, too.
Well, here's a list of the courses we'll offer.
Thank you.
We'll look over it together and you can indicate what sphere of study you'd like to undertake.
Uh-huh.
Does Dr. Schulte teach any of these courses?
No, he doesn't.
Now, the first semester will include painless and drugless childbirth, practical and applied psychology, autosuggestion, prenatal suggestion.
Yeah. Well, look, Dr. Donaldson, straight practical and applied psychology is the specialty that I want.
You see.
What degree do I get and how much will it cost?
Well, the least expensive is a doctorate of psychotherapy at $450. A doctorate of philosophy in psychology is $500.
For all purposes, if you can afford it, Mr. Ditten is a doctorate of science. That's $800.
That course was $1000 at the Franklin Street School.
Yeah. Well, I don't know. That's a lot of money. I guess I have to have it, though. I wonder if you'd take a check now.
Certainly. You understand what a tremendous advantage these degrees are to the professional man who, for one reason or another, may never have had a chance to get a college diploma.
Uh-huh. Well, the course is very hard.
You look like an intelligent man, Mr. Ditten. I'm sure you'd have no difficulty.
All right. Well, say, look, doctor, I live out in Van Nuys now and I'm working three days a week at the present time.
It's going to be pretty tough to get downtown here. Do I have to be here every day?
Since it's the diplomas most of our students are interested in, we have on occasion made exceptions in cases like yours.
Well, I'd appreciate that.
We could possibly, in the case of a doctorate of science, present you with your diploma in advance.
You're taking the course and you could launch into private practice at once and take the course whenever it suited you.
Well, I couldn't ask for a better deal.
Everything's mentioned in this catalog. The forms are in the back. Why don't you sit down right there?
Thank you very much.
And rules and regulations. No books are required of students.
Well, that's a break, huh?
We lecture a little differently from some colleges and therefore we've dispensed with texts because we feel they tend to confuse the data.
Uh-huh. When I take the course, who will be my instructor?
I will.
Well, Morse talked a lot about Dr. Schulte. Does he teach any of the classes?
No, Dr. Schulte was associated with me in the operation of the Franklin Street School but is not the staff member of the California Physicians College of Psychiatry.
Well, I'm just wondering, if I paid extra, could I get some classes with him?
Morse said that he picked up a lot of useful information from Schulte. He's a fellow with a goatee in him?
Yes, that's right. Well, truthfully, I have no idea where Dr. Schulte's presently located.
I understand.
Now, let's have one regulation here.
Yes.
No student will be admitted who cannot show documentary proof of the successful completion of secondary schoolwork.
High school? You can understand that, can't you, Mr. Ditten?
I mean?
Well, there are certain minimum academic standards we must observe in order to maintain the quality of our degree.
Dr. Donaldson accepted my check to the amount of $800. I asked for a receipt and he filled out a blank doctorate of science degree,
which he carefully lettered with the name Frank Ditten, and signed himself as dean.
I arrested Donaldson and Ben and I took him in for booking. 1 p.m.
We received a long teletype from Washington. Arthur Schulte had a record of arrests and convictions back east.
It started with a conviction 16 years ago for the interstate transportation of pornographic motion pictures.
The record gave us no known addresses, but important in the information was the fact that Schulte had originally been trained
and had worked at being a projectionist in movie theaters.
In the MO was the notation that he'd been known to take up his old occupation when sought by authorities.
1.35 p.m. We contacted the local office of the Motion Picture Projectionist Union where they told us they had placed Arthur Schulte
in the booth of one of the Main Street newsreel houses on Sunday that was the day before.
2.30 p.m. The Crescent Theater was buried between two bars and advertised an hour of newsreels in short subjects for 20 cents.
Where's the manager? I'm him. Can we talk to you a minute? Police officers.
What? I say we're police officers. We'd like to talk to you.
Nobody here to take over. Why don't you come in and I can open the booth door here and talk.
Okay. Right around the back I guess, here, Ben.
Where is he?
Hey, mister.
Okay. What's the trouble, officer?
Do you have a man by the name of Schulte working here?
That's right. Projectionist isn't working right this minute though. Comes on duty at four. An hour.
All right. I wonder if you'd take a look at this description, please.
There you are.
Five-eleven. Man working here is clean shaven, no goatee. That's how that sounds the same.
Any idea where he lives?
No, I don't.
Well, we'll have to wait for him here.
All right. Wait a minute.
Just one.
Where do you want to wait? Inside?
Well, I think we'd rather stay up in the projection booth if it's all right.
Up the steel stairs there on the right. Tell Pete Eigen. He's the man up there now. I said it was okay.
All right. Don't say anything to him when he gets here, will you, sir?
I won't, officer.
Come on, Ben. It's this way.
It's a long climb, huh?
Yeah, it is. It's right up there.
Oh, yeah.
This must be it.
Hey, mister!
Mister!
Yeah?
Police officers.
Anything wrong?
We're gonna have to wait here. The manager said it was okay.
Wait for what?
We want to talk to your relief man.
You mean the doc?
You know him?
Well, just since yesterday.
Why do you call him the doc?
Well, you know, it speaks kind of fancy for a projectionist.
What'd he do?
Oh, he just likes to talk to them.
Okay. You know, the guy doesn't come on for about an hour.
Yeah, they told us.
Now, you want to look at the picture? You can both sit by the observation board on the film stage, sir.
Yeah, thanks.
Sit over here, Ben.
Is this all right here?
Yeah, it's fine.
Huh. Well.
What's the matter?
I've seen this newsreel.
5.45 p.m. Schulte was nearly two hours late.
Ben and I were worrying about whether or somehow he'd been tipped.
Usual for a man to be this late for a shift.
Not in a house like this.
Bigger house would be different.
Well, it is with a doc being late like this, it just costs the boss a couple of bucks.
How do you mean?
I got more dough.
I'm over my maximum hours.
If the old guy'd stay away long enough, I'd be on golden.
Golden? What's that?
Yeah, double and a half times.
Boys in the business call it golden time.
Oh.
Most dough you can get is double golden.
You get that working over maximum number of hours after midnight on a Sunday.
Uh-huh.
That's double golden.
Never happened to me, though.
How do you stand this?
What do you mean, the money?
The noise.
You'll get used to it.
Don't pay any attention after a while.
Don't you get tired of hearing the same soundtrack over and over?
No, you just know it's there. It never registers.
What they're saying, I mean.
Just if it stops when it shouldn't.
Get used to it over the years.
How long have you been doing this, Lo?
Eleven.
It's a long time.
Excuse me.
I gotta make a switch over.
What'd you say?
I said I gotta make a switch over.
I've been watching you do that all afternoon.
How do you know when to turn the other projector on?
Mark's on the film, up in the right corner on the screen.
Usually a black dot.
Look through the window.
Look, man, right here.
Uh-huh.
First dot tells me to start the other projector.
When the second dot hits, I cut this one, turn on the other one.
Now watch.
Okay.
See the first one?
Uh-huh.
Now the second dot, see?
Uh-huh.
Smooth.
You never know the difference.
Simple stuff.
People never seem to notice the switches.
Just a minute.
Just a minute.
Hi, Doc.
A little late.
Sorry I overslept.
Your name's Jolty?
That's right.
Police officers would like to talk to you.
I have to go to work.
It'll wait.
You want to go downstairs?
All right.
This way.
All right, this'll be fine right here.
You say your name is Jolty, Arthur William Jolty?
That's correct.
Ever been known by any other name?
Why?
Do you operate a school called the Los Angeles College of Psychotherapeutics and Psychiatry during the past year?
I'm not saying anything.
Where are you living, mister?
I'm not saying anything.
Let me see your identification.
Here, my wallet.
All right.
Now you hold it.
See, open that part there.
I'll take out the card.
Union card, little tickets, Dove, local security card.
That second thing there behind the cash.
Yeah, let's try to pull that piece of paper there.
It's just a bill.
What is it, Jim?
It's a bill.
Millican Hotel.
Let's go.
We drove to the Millican Hotel about six blocks from the theater in the same Skid Row district.
We got the key from the room clerk and went up to Shulte's room.
It looked like any dingy hotel room.
A small foot locker sat at the end of the bed on the baggaged stand.
Two suitcases were over by the closet and sitting on the floor alongside the bureau were two waist-high stacks of books.
You got the key to the small trunk.
I don't have to submit to this.
Let's open it up.
Open it yourself. Here's the key.
All right.
Two mink coats.
I'll check the rest of the room, Joe.
All right. Is this your property, doctor?
I'm not saying anything.
Just clothes, regular stuff and girls.
How about those suitcases over there?
What do you got?
How about this?
Cigar box. It's taped shut.
What's inside, doctor?
Nothing you'd be interested in.
I'll open them, Joe.
Shulte.
Bracelets, rings, matched earrings.
Fit our stolen property reports.
These were gifts.
People say you took them.
They're sick. I've done them a lot of good.
They know. They thank me this way.
How?
People I get these things from, they know I've helped them.
The way you helped Myla Hutchins.
The story you have just heard was true.
Only the names were changed to protect the innocent.
Arthur Shulte, free on bail pending trial,
died of natural causes on June 15th in Fresno, California.
Leo Donaldson was tried and convicted of grand theft
and served a term prescribed by law in the state penitentiary.
And now, here is our star, Jack Webb.
Thank you.
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Ladies and gentlemen, the chief of police of the city of Los Angeles, W.H. Parker.
The Los Angeles Police Department awards this citation of merit to Dragnet
for its authentic portrayal of cases from the files of this department,
bringing great credit to the Los Angeles Police Department and its officers,
and enhancing the prestige of law enforcement generally among its millions of listeners.
Thank you, Chief Parker.
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You have just heard Dragnet, a series of authentic cases from official files.
Technical advice comes from the office of chief of police, W.H. Parker, Los Angeles Police Department.
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