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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 Monday, March 3rd. It was raining in Los Angeles.
We were working the day watch out of forgery detail. My partner is Ben Romero. The boss is Captain Harry Elliot.
My name is Friday. It was 7.45 a.m. when I got to room 29. Forgery detail.
Morning, Joe. Hi, Ben. Is your coming down out there?
Yeah. Look at this coat. It's soaking wet.
Is that the same trench coat, that English one? Yeah.
Ever since I had it cleaned, it seems to soak up the water a little more.
Does it leak? Oh, no. It just seems to take on a little more water.
Keeps me dry. Got something to show you, Joe. Yeah?
Remember that old raincoat of mine used to leak up through the seams over the shoulder?
Oh, yeah. Sure. Take a look at this. What do you got there?
Pretty neat, huh? Yeah. What is it?
My new raincoat. Never know, would you? Small, compact.
The whole thing's hardly any bigger than a pack of cigarettes. Not bad, huh? Yeah.
What you got? Wife bought it for me. Amy says it's a regular full-size raincoat, size 40 long.
Amy says? So didn't you try it on? Oh, no. You know how they make something like this.
It's made out of plastic. Size isn't too important. Just plain coat.
Slips right on over your suit, just like any other raincoat. I know it'll fit.
You haven't worn it yet? No. It hadn't started raining the left on.
Could I see that? Sure. Real compact, isn't it?
Now, something like this is really practical. Yeah.
A little package like that, you carry it around with you all the time.
Never take up any room at all. Yeah. What's it look like?
Just like that little box there. Same stuff.
Transparent, you know. Regular plastic.
Could we look at it inside? Okay, let's see.
Well, here. You better do it. Yeah, okay.
Well, just unzip it here. Sure is compact, isn't it? Yeah.
There we go. Look here, Joe. All folded up nice and neat.
Sure is lightweight, too. Plastic's great, isn't it?
Fine, yeah. There we go. Full-size raincoat.
See there? Fits fine.
Never know a full-size coat would go in a thing like that little pouch there, would you?
It's no bigger than a tobacco pot. Yeah, that's pretty good.
You ought to try it on, Joe. Never know you had anything on.
Sure is light and nice. Yeah, I can see.
Now, we just put it back in the pouch.
Till I'm ready for it.
That's say now. Collar goes up. Front folds in like this.
No. No, that isn't right. Goes this way.
Let's put it down on the table. That'll be better. Yeah.
Yeah, that's better. Now, here we go.
Now, we fold the arms in here. Now, the bottom part comes up this way.
Now, we fold it over and again. Easy, isn't it?
Just follow the crease marks in your home, Joe. Yeah.
Now, if you'll hand me that little pouch, Joe. Oh, yeah.
There you go. Oh, thank you.
Now, no, I guess that's too big. Well, we'll make one more fold, you guys.
Yeah. Well, it's small enough this way, but it's too fat, isn't it?
You better watch it there. You're going to tear that little sack.
That's funny. I folded right over the old creases there. Too fat, isn't it?
Yeah. Well, couldn't you just carry it in your pocket like that without the pouch?
Sure, I'd say. I'll slip it in my coat pocket.
No, no, that won't do, Joe. It bulges right out. It's kind of springy.
It jumps out. It's like a piece of bond G-cell. Yeah, it seems to.
Well, it's still lightweight and easy to handle. Sure.
Well, easy to carry just like that anyway. Yeah.
Well-made little pouch there. It seems a shame not to be able to use it.
You smoke a pipe? No, you know that. Just cigarette.
Yeah, I'll find some use for it.
Probably a hundred things a fella could use a little pouch like this for,
if you could just think of them right on. Yeah, that's right.
Blighty, Romero, you want to step in here for a minute?
Right, Kim.
You fellas know Inspector Smith, Post Office Department?
Sure, how are you? Romero? Good to see you, Leo.
How you doing, Joe? Sit down, won't you?
Thank you. Thanks very much.
Inspector Smith's over here on that mail-tip case that we've been working on.
Oh, yeah. Did you receive those reports we sent over to you yesterday?
No, I haven't been to the office yet. Came straight over here.
Burglar returned it over to us yesterday afternoon. Ben and I ran it down.
Seems to us like it might fit in somewhere here.
Miller and Ashton have probably got your reports now.
I was just going to call in. You mind filling me in on it?
The apartment house over on Alvarado.
Landlady reported a theft of part of a mailbox out there.
Yeah, somebody stole a master panel off the front of the community mailbox
at the apartment house.
I figure it must have happened sometime during the night.
Oh, yeah, I believe we got something on that too.
A postman on the route reported it.
That's how he's getting into the mailbox.
Steals the front panel, makes a key for himself from the lot, and he's in business.
Smart guy like we're after could put a key like that to good use
for the great many different mailboxes around town.
Yeah, it's the same M.O.
We've been on this guy for a long time. He pulled the same thing down in San Diego.
It was knocking down about $2,000 a month.
Then he laid out. Now he's at it again up here in L.A.
Well, as you know, we've been getting reports of the thefts and the passing of the checks about 10 days ago.
Yeah, I know.
We've got five checks passed by this same thief according to handwriting analysis.
We know it's the same guy.
Talk to the victims and the bank tellers.
Description of the guy seems to tally with what you people have on him.
Yeah.
There's just one thing we haven't been able to piece out yet.
What's that, Joe?
When he steals a check, how does he know what bank to pass it on?
I think we got the answer to that one.
Well, let's say that he steals a letter,
and we know he doesn't only hit the community mailboxes.
Sometimes he goes to a private residence,
fishes the letters right out of the mail slots in that case.
Yeah, he's got some kind of a gimmick he gets down in those slots with.
That's what we figure, Leo.
But we'll say after he's got a letter with a check in it,
now it's easy enough for a good forger to put an endorsement on it,
but how does he know what branch of the bank to pass it on?
Well, at some time or other he's stealing bank statements as well.
Mm-hmm.
Maybe he's just lucky.
At the time he steals a check, there's other mail in the box too,
the victim's bank statements.
Well, as far as that goes, I suppose he's stolen more than once from the same party.
He could probably get away with bank statements easy.
Well, that's it.
People never seem to report anything missing in the mails
until weeks after it's happened.
It's easy to see why.
They're not sure anything's wrong until they wait several days.
They don't want to bother us in the case of anything routine
like monthly bank statements.
And in the case of a check, well, sometimes it's from a relative
or someone who owes them money,
and they don't want to embarrass them by writing or calling to find out about it.
Well, I suppose in the case of anything like a dividend check,
we got a couple of those, Leo.
Mm-hmm.
The people who lose them just don't think it's time for them to arrive yet,
so they just wait, huh?
That's it.
And that's why it's been so successful.
Plus the fact that it takes about a week for any kind of check
to be processed through central clearing at any bank,
and then, two, the bank wouldn't necessarily know that anything was wrong at that time.
Until the bank receives a complaint from the party who missed the check,
they couldn't have any way of knowing that anything was wrong.
That's right.
Tell them what you were telling me this morning, Leo.
Well, you people aren't in it deep enough to know this yet,
but this guy's been hitting the same branch bank maybe two, three times in a row.
Not here in L.A., had he?
No, not yet.
It looks to us like he's just started up his operations here in town.
That's the way he worked it down in San Diego.
Well, it's easy enough to figure.
If he got a teller in some bank to go along with him,
someone who didn't suspect him, and since the victims reported so late,
he could get away with it at least that many times at the same bank, couldn't he?
Yeah.
If people report missing mail immediately,
they make it a lot tougher for the thief.
And the last name on him still good, Harvey Fletcher?
That's what we're going on, yeah.
We've got bulletins out to all the banks carrying that description on them,
and they changed earlier.
WMA average bill, 250, 160 pounds, gray eyes, about 32 to 35,
well-dressed, carries a briefcase, likeable personality.
That's what we got on him.
Oh, there's a little something we picked up yesterday from a bank teller.
She told us the man had long sideburns, for what it's worth.
You might add that.
Okay.
Don Myers and handwriting is checked through his files, Leo.
They haven't got anything on him.
The stats office hasn't been able to make him on his M.O.
We know you people are doing everything you can for us.
We appreciate it.
Yeah, I wish we could do more.
That name, Harvey Fletcher,
of the five checks that we've got on the guy,
according to handwriting analysis on him,
he's only used that name once.
The rest of the time, he signs the same last name as the payee's name
on the face of the check.
He passes himself off as a brother, husband,
or some relation to the rightful payee.
That's what's taking in all those bank tellers,
plus a smooth personality.
He's cool, collected all the confidence in the world.
Yeah, that thing is.
Yeah, we got one day before yesterday with a little different twist.
It isn't going to help us any,
but here's the way he's working it in some cases.
He deposits a large check to the victim's account,
and then he only takes out a small portion in cash.
He throws the tellers off even more.
Here's those photo stats, Leo.
What's this?
Copies of the last five checks that we got on the guy.
Oh, yeah, thanks, Harry.
Myers says they're all in the same handwriting.
Is there anything else we can do for you, Leo?
We've got all the banks in the area covered, got bulletins out on them.
That's fine.
Don't think we've overlooked anything.
Patrol units have been alerted.
Well, this latest theft of that mailbox panel,
it's too bad we can't localize his operations a little.
Leo, didn't you say that if he makes a key,
that key would fit any number of boxes in the city?
We couldn't pin him down to one neighborhood, could we?
That's right.
That key will work on different mail rods.
He probably knows the neighborhood around Alvarado is hot now.
He'll leave it alone anyway.
It's impossible to stake him out on the actual thefts of the mail.
It's too bad we can't get to him through one of the banks when he cashes them.
Well, your man, Par and ours, put together couldn't cover all the banks in L.A. at one time,
but we've been spot-checking throughout the city,
hoping maybe to tab him just by luck.
We might get a break from one of our bulletins.
Maybe some teller will spy on him.
I'm not sure yet.
That's one of the reasons I came over here this morning,
but maybe we've got a little something.
What's that?
A bank out in Westwood phoned us yesterday.
A teller thought she recognized the guy from his description.
Didn't dawn on her till after the guy left her window.
She rushed out in time to get the license number of his car.
Maybe it's a break, huh?
Yeah, looks pretty good.
The check was drawn on the account of a William E. Scott,
and that's the number two victim here in L.A.
That's right. You've got the photostat of his check right there.
Yeah, I know.
Well, everything seems to fit.
This check he passed yesterday out in Westwood was probably stolen
at the same time as the first one,
or at least it came from this Scott's mailbox. That we know.
Well, didn't this William Scott report the theft of two checks?
I know he didn't to us. Maybe he did to you.
No, he didn't.
Said he couldn't be sure he gets quite a few checks through the mail.
Owns a lot of stock, gets dividends.
Yeah, probably doesn't know when they come each month.
That's right.
He didn't miss the first one till it was way overdue.
Might even be others missing. He doesn't know for sure yet.
Well, anyway, he's positive on this latest one out in Westwood
that the bank teller caught, huh?
Sure.
As soon as the bank manager called him,
he knew he hadn't authorized anybody to cash any of his checks.
Does the MO seem to match?
Well, that's what's got us going on it.
Looks real good.
He's a smooth operator. Deposited part of the money.
Took the balance in cash.
The major switch in his operation was the fact that he didn't go to the victim's regular bank
as he did on that first check.
Sounds good, doesn't it?
We kind of think so. That's the reason I came over here this morning.
Conway, our handwriting man, thinks it's the same as the guy we're after.
He asked me to check it through Don Myers, to be sure.
What signature did he use on this last one?
Now, that's another part of the MO that checks out.
You remember on the first check he forged the victim's name, William Scott?
And he made it a second-party check by signing the phony name George Scott,
passing himself off as the nephew of the victim.
Pretty smart.
He goes to this victim's regular bank,
and he doesn't take the chance of being tabbed as the payee.
He covers by using that nephew gimmick.
Yeah. This time he goes to a different branch,
not the regular branch the victim deals with as in the first case.
He simply forges the victim's name and lets it go at that.
You doing anything on that license number?
Ashton and Miller checked it out late yesterday afternoon. They're on it now.
Need any help?
Not so far.
I'm interested in what Don Myers has to say about the handwriting.
He ought to be through about now, huh?
I'll give him a call.
Thanks, Harry.
Hello, Don. Who's this?
This is Elliot.
You know if Don's checked that stuff through for Inspector Smith yet?
Okay, thanks, Sloan.
No, that's all right. We'll get to him.
Don was called out of the office for a minute.
That was Sloan. He says he's sure Don's finished with it.
Fine. You say when he'll be back?
He just dug down at that Brown's office for a minute.
I'll call down there for you.
That's all right. I'll walk down there myself. I need the exercise.
Okay.
Go on. I'll walk on down with you.
Let's go.
All right.
You fellas will be back here once.
I'm sure as soon as I check with Myers. All right?
Which way is it from here?
This hall looks the same from one end to the other to me.
What's this way, Leo?
Okay.
This affects you like the federal building does me.
I get all turned around up there.
Yeah.
Those fellas down in San Diego had a rough go on this thing.
Yeah, I was talking to McGuire and Ormsby down there just the other day.
They said they were going around in circles on it.
They broke a lot of ground for us.
Checked out a lot of suspects, cleared them.
Checked out all that stuff that Barrett and from C.I.I. sent down.
Yeah.
You know how thorough that guy is.
Figures they've done a lot of leg work.
Friday, you say you just talked to him down there?
Yeah, that's right, Leo.
Well, then you know about all those bulletins they got on the guy.
Description, exemplars of his handwriting.
Sent them to every police department in the United States.
It's a big job.
I'll go get Don. It's right in here.
Thanks, Joe.
Right.
Don?
Yeah, Joe.
Leo Smith from the post office department is waiting to see you.
Right, Joe. It's on my way back to the office.
Fine.
Hello, Don.
Sorry, Leo. I had to duck out for a minute.
Oh, that's all right.
Say, did you get a chance to look that sky check over?
Yeah, I did. Got a couple of things to show you back in the office.
Okay, fine.
Was Conway positive on this one?
Well, he said he felt we had the right man,
but he wanted your opinion to be absolutely sure.
I couldn't be positive, but I think maybe he's your man.
There's a great similarity, but too much pressure on the down strokes.
And ye's, the oh's.
Just not too sure.
They're a little different than some of the previous samples of the guy's handwriting.
Uh-huh.
I can show you better back at the office.
Got a few things for you.
Think there's a possibility, Don?
Let me put it this way.
I won't say it is, and I won't say it isn't.
Let's pick him up and find out for sure.
Here we are. Go ahead, fellas.
Thank you.
I've blown those things up here.
Uh-huh. Call for you, Leo. I'm three.
Oh, thanks, Harry. Excuse me.
Is Smith talking?
You did?
Uh-huh.
We did.
All right, look, why don't you bring him down to forgery detail here at the city hall?
We'll talk to him here.
Write it.
Right, thanks.
Well, looks like the end of the trail. That was Ashton.
He and Miller picked him up. He's our man.
Admitted the forgery.
Looks like San Diego did all the work, and we get all the luck.
Anyway, we got him.
You are in the scientific investigation division of a metropolitan police department.
The ballistics room.
You have just heard a test bullet fired from a.38 caliber revolver found in the possession of a suspect.
The test bullet was fired from a.38 caliber revolver.
The test bullet was fired from a.38 caliber revolver.
The test bullet was fired from a.38 caliber revolver found in the possession of a suspect.
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There they are.
Side by side, they look alike.
But examination will prove a world of difference.
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Compare it with any other king-size cigarette.
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But right away, you'll find there's a world of difference.
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In the routine solution of a case, the police officer is always benefited by the legwork of his fellow officers.
In this case, the men of the San Diego Police Department, in conjunction with the Post Office Department,
had done most of the spade work and the actual apprehension of the suspect appeared to be almost too easy on our end.
Even though Ben and I hadn't participated in the physical arrest of the suspect,
we felt the same gratification for the speedy solution of the case as did the postal authorities.
Monday, March 3rd, 327 p.m., Miller and Ashton of the Post Office Department brought the suspect in for questioning.
The prisoner was turned over to Inspector Leo Smith. Ben and I sat in on the interrogation.
Carver Gleason, that's your true name?
Yes, sir, it is.
You say you've never been arrested before?
No, sir, I never have.
You know we're going to check that out.
Yes, sir.
All right, now let's go over it again.
The same way?
That's up to you. We want the truth.
I've told you the truth. You asked me questions about stealing mail, about forging checks.
You said I was down in San Diego. Well, that's not true. None of it's true.
Have you ever stolen from the mails?
No, sir, I never have. I know that's a pretty serious offense.
What makes you think forging isn't? Is that what you're trying to say?
No, I'm not. I didn't say that, but this was the first time I've ever done anything like this.
I didn't even think about the consequences.
You should have thought about them. When's the last time you were in San Diego?
I've never been there. I don't even know for sure where it is.
How long have you been in Los Angeles?
About three months now.
Where's your home?
Akron, Ohio.
How old did you say you were?
Twenty-five.
What have you been doing since you got out here?
It's just it. Nothing. Can't find a job.
Well, how have you been getting by? How have you been living?
I've been staying down at the YMCA. Hope Street, I guess it is.
What have you been doing for money?
Well, my folks gave me a little when I left Akron.
I thought I'd have a job by now. I didn't want to write home for any more,
so when I found that check, I figured I could get away with it.
I needed money, and I cashed it.
And where did you say you found it?
Over on, um, let's street out that way, Los Siganega. Is that how you say it?
Los Siganega, yeah. What were you doing out there?
Well, I was answering an ad in the classifieds, trying to find a job.
I had to park the car down the street from the place,
and on my way back, I found this check on a sidewalk right near the bank on the corner.
Where'd you get the car?
It's my father's.
The car is registered in your name with California plates. How do you explain that?
Well, the folks told me when I got to California to go right to the authorities
and register the car if I was going to stay so I wouldn't get in any trouble.
That's where part of my money went.
You got anything else you want to tell us?
Well, I did it. I admit that.
I want to make it up somehow.
The check was for $57. I gave the men that arrested me 50 of it, and I spent $7.
Yeah, that's all on the record.
I did wrong. I'll pay the $7 back.
You can take that up with the judge, Gleason.
Friday, Romero, you want to step outside with me a minute?
Yeah, right.
Gleason, you wait here with that officer.
Yes, sir.
What do you think?
He's telling the truth. He's not the one we want.
How about you, Joe?
Yeah, I'll go along with Ben.
That makes three of us.
Monday, March 3rd, 5 p.m.
We went in and checked with Don Myers.
In carefully going over exemplars of Carver Gleason's handwriting,
he had definitely eliminated him as our suspect.
Carver Gleason remained in custody awaiting trial.
Three months went by. During this time, the burglaries and forgeries continued.
Suspects were picked up, checked out, and released.
We got nowhere.
Tuesday, July 12th, we received a communication from Chief Adam Jensen
of the San Diego Police Department
who stated he was forwarding a radiogram from Chief John W. Polcine
of the Milwaukee, Wisconsin Police Department.
The radiogram from Chief Polcine stated that his handwriting man in Milwaukee
had identified the suspect's handwriting as listed in one of the San Diego bulletins
as belonging to Philip E. Holloway.
Holloway was arrested two years previous on a reckless driving charge.
The physical description of the man matched closely with the one that we'd received
on the suspect known to us as Harvey Fletcher.
They further stated that although he was at one time a resident of Milwaukee,
they had nothing further on him.
It was just an outside chance, but we decided that in all probability
this could be the suspect's true name, Philip E. Holloway.
This information was forwarded to the postal authorities.
Ben and I started to check through our channels to determine the whereabouts
of the suspect, Philip E. Holloway, with a possible alias of Harvey Fletcher.
Well, that's it, Joe. Nothing in any of the phone books.
Yeah.
Covered everything I can think of.
Our records, sheriff's records, nothing from CII, utility companies.
Yeah, well, maybe Smith found something on him. We haven't got anything here.
Think I'll give him a call, huh, Joe?
Yeah, I'd like to know.
That's the extension of 664.
Yeah, I know.
Yeah, 664.
Hello, Inspector Smith, please.
How's that?
Oh, I see. No, that's all right, thank you.
On his way over here, he left five minutes ago.
I sure hope he's got something.
Joe, Ben, hi, Leo.
I think maybe we ran it down.
Good. How'd you do it, through the postal service?
Yeah, didn't figure, did it?
Well, we didn't think he'd stay put long enough to have a permanent address.
Well, he's been on the move, but we got the last known address on him.
Received mail there two days ago.
You want to check with Don Myers? He's been working over those exemplars at Milwaukee, San Diego.
Just did. Called him about 15 minutes ago.
Oh, we just got back from R&I.
What do you have to say this time?
He and Conway agree all the way this trip.
Holloway's our man.
Together with the postal authorities, Ben and I helped in the 24-hour surveillance placed on the suspect, Phillip E. Holloway.
Our findings disclosed that he was living in a modest apartment house,
and he was employed by a local vacuum cleaner company as a door-to-door salesman.
This type of occupation would enable anyone to have suspicion-free access to any and all types of home mailboxes.
The first three days of the surveillance failed to disclose any further incriminating evidence.
Thursday, July 17th, fifth day of the 24-hour surveillance, 2.30 p.m.
Holloway came out of his apartment building, got into his car, and drove approximately four miles to the Echo Park residential district.
He parked his car, got out, and went up the steps of a small apartment house.
Together with Inspector Leo Smith, Ben and I followed him.
You want to pull up here, Ben? This is good.
Yeah, all right.
He's going for that mailbox, isn't he?
Yeah.
He's got the key. He's opening the panel.
Not a worry in the world. Broad daylight.
Look at that.
He's got all the letters out of the box, got them in his pocket, on his way back to his car.
Leo, there's a bank right up there in Sunset, see?
Okay, let's stay with him.
How's it look, Joe? You can see up ahead there. Is he pulling up?
Wait a minute. All right, let's go.
Better pull up here, huh?
Uh-huh.
Now look at that. Just like it was blueprinted. Going right in the bank.
Come on.
Yeah.
Joe, you see him?
There he is. Second window.
Let's get in line right behind him, Larry.
Yes, sir, may I help you?
Yes, I wonder if you can pass the check for me?
Yes, sir. Would you endorse it for me?
Sure, may I?
There you are. As you can see, this is one of my mother's checks. I guess I can cash it all right for her.
Do you have any identification?
I'm sorry, I don't. I'll say I have this envelope, the check was mailed in a little after.
Yes, I think that's all right. How would you like this, sir?
If he doesn't want it anyway, miss, just hold that check for us, please. Post to the inspector.
Yes, sir.
I beg your pardon. I believe you're making a mistake here.
No, there's no mistake. Come on, step over here. Shake him down.
I don't understand all this.
That key you used over there on Baxter Street, that the one you made from that panel you stole over on Alvarado about four months ago?
You know about that, huh?
Yeah, we do.
I did all right for a while, didn't I?
That key angle's a pretty good one, isn't it?
There's no lock in the world I can't make a key for.
Well, we got one in mind you might have trouble with.
The story you have just heard was true. Only the names were changed to protect the innocent.
On October 15th, trial was held in the United States District Court, State of California. In a moment, the results of that trial.
And now here is our star, Jack Webb.
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The suspect, Philip L. Wood Holloway, was found guilty on all counts.
He was sentenced to 10 years in the federal penitentiary.
Five years of his sentence was suspended and he was placed on probation.
One of the conditions being that he make restitution of the stolen money.
Ladies and gentlemen, accidents of all types kill more persons from one to 35 years of age than does any single disease.
America's homes and children can best be kept safe if every father, mother and child develops the personal responsibility to know and observe home safety rules.
Make home safety a family affair. Be careful. The life you save may be your own.
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.
Fatima cigarettes, best of all long cigarettes, is brought to you by Dragnet, portions transcribed from Los Angeles.
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