The story you are about to hear is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
The story of the innocent
You're a detective sergeant. You're assigned a narcotics detail.
A steady supply of high-grade narcotics is finding its way into your city.
For two months you've been trying to run down the source.
The first real break finally comes. Your job? Check it out.
The documentary 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 Thursday, October 8th. It was hot in Los Angeles. We were working the day watch out on narcotics detail.
My partner is Frank Smith. The boss is Captain Kearney. My name is Friday.
It was 4.05 p.m. when I got to 318 West First Street, the first floor.
Narcotics detail. Joe? Hi Frank. You all threw up in court, huh?
Yeah, I went to the jury. I don't think they'll be out long.
Well, I hope they hook him this time. He's overdue.
I don't see how they can miss. You can't tell though. I never know what a jury's gonna do.
Yeah. What you got here?
A felony car brought him in about a half hour ago. Pretty high.
What's he shooting? H. Nothing. He had a big pop. Can't talk to him.
Anything on him? Two cats. Had him taped inside the collar of his shirt.
Crime lab analyzed. It's the same stuff we've been chasing. European. High grade.
He come up with anything? Nothing. He talks a lot, but he doesn't say anything.
Why don't you take him on? Give it a try.
Mr. Jennings? This is my partner, Sergeant Friday.
Well, how do you do, sir? Sure happy to know you, Sergeant. Have a chair.
Yeah, thank you.
Want a cigarette? Yeah, don't mind if I do.
I'm gonna give you a light.
Thank you.
By the way, Sergeant, if you have any influence around here at all, I'd sure appreciate it if you tell this young fella here to relax.
He worries too much. Keeps telling me there's something wrong.
Wasn't there, Mr. Jennings? Well, no, of course not. It's not that I don't enjoy the boys' company, but I've got an appointment.
Very important one. Eleven o'clock this morning.
Is that so? Yes, very important. I have to be there at eleven sharp.
You're a little late, aren't you? It's past four in the afternoon.
No, it couldn't be. Clock on the wall right behind you.
Hmm? Well, what do you know about that? That time sure flies.
Well, now wait for me.
Well, I better get a move on. Sure glad to have met you, Sergeant. Tried to meet you too, young fella.
Just a minute, Mr. Jennings. It's not that simple. You better sit down.
Well, then I told you I have an appointment. Very important.
I'll have to wait. Sit down.
All right.
How about it, Jennings? When'd you have your last think?
What do you mean, when'd I have a think?
You know what we mean. Your arm looks like a punch board.
Oh, the scars. Yes, of course. I take vitamin shots.
What's your doctor's name, sir? Dr. Young. Eldon Young. Down on South Hoover.
You know his phone number, do you? No, I don't.
It wouldn't do any good to call him anyway. No, why?
Well, he's not there. He's dead.
You sure of that? Well, ought to be. I went to his funeral.
When'd he die?
Well, I don't know. Two or three months ago.
Sure was a nice fellow. Fine doctor.
That's a sample, Joe. I've been rattling off like that ever since he brought him in.
Really? Not the usual run. I'm sure that CD's looking busy.
Look, Sergeant, I don't think I quite understand this. What's this all about?
Well, Mr. Jennings, you're hooked and you're hooked bad.
When'd you have your last fix?
Well, to be honest with you, I don't quite remember.
I'd like to make it clear, though. I'm not a bum. I'm not addicted to this stuff.
You're not? Really, it's the truth. I can take it or leave it alone.
I take an occasional shot. That's about the size of it.
Where do you get the stuff, Jennings?
I told you, my doctor... No legitimate doctor gave you the stuff they found on you.
They don't dispense heroin. Now, how about it?
How about what, Sergeant? You gonna tell us the truth?
Jennings?
Well, frankly, Sergeant, no, I don't think I will. I'm not an informer.
That's up to you, mister. We're gonna find out sooner or later.
I'm sorry. You're not going to find out from me.
Now, look, let's not get into an argument, shall we?
I don't have anything against you. As a matter of fact, I like you.
I'd like to get along with you.
We're not gonna argue, Jennings. It'd be useless to tell you that we're trying to help you.
Are you married? Do you have a family?
Yes, sir. Lily Lib.
Sorry, I can't tell you. I'm not dragging them into this.
That's why I don't carry any identification.
All right, Jennings. You want to get your hat? Let's go.
Go where?
Main jail. We're booking you in.
Why? What for?
Possession of narcotics.
But I told you, I'm not an addict. You can't keep me in jail. I only use it occasionally.
Yeah, sure.
Is there anything wrong with that? Can't see any harm in that, can you?
Are you listening? One minute.
Then I'll talk to you about that in the morning, will you?
438 p.m. The Philomé car officers who picked up the suspect, Jennings, took him to the main jail where they booked him for violation of the H&S code, section 11500.
He'd been checked through RNI, but he had no previous criminal record.
Knowing that he was bound to become ill, he was ordered into isolation, and the jailer instructed to notify the doctor in attendance if Jennings needed attention.
515 p.m. We went over to the crime lab and checked with J. Allen, who'd analyzed the two capsules found taped to the inside of Jennings' shirt collar.
He told us it was the same grade of high-test heroin which had been found in the possession of other addicts during the past two months.
We knew it was of European origin. We knew it was finding its way into the city. We knew it was being made available to addicts.
We picked up half a dozen pushers in the last few weeks with heroin of identical quality in their possession, but the basic source of supply still remained unknown.
We were convinced that none of the pushers knew who or what the ultimate source was.
The following morning, after Frank and I signed in, we went over to the main jail, signed out to suspect Jennings for interrogation, and he was brought to the interview room.
His face was white and he was trembling. It was only a matter of time before he got worse, when the withdrawal pain set in.
Morning, Jennings.
I gotta get out of here. Nobody told me to be like this when I got started on this stuff. I can't stand any more of this.
Bad?
I'm gonna die. I wish I could die. Why can't they give me something?
I will talk to the doctor. It's the best we can offer. He'll do what he can for you.
Can you get him now?
I'd like to ask you a few questions first.
Then hurry, will you? I'm sick, awful sick.
Where do you get your stuff, Jennings? What's the man's name?
I don't know. It's the truth. I don't.
How do you get your junk?
A fellow named Eddie. A bartender. I give him the money. He brings the stuff back.
How much you pay for it?
Six dollars a cap. I don't know what he pays. I pay him six dollars.
Do you use it?
He says he doesn't. I don't know. I think he is. How about that, doctor? I can't take this.
Where do we contact Eddie?
Bar and South Main, there, fourth. One with a big airplane on the sign.
What's his last name, you know? Eddie what?
I don't know. I don't know.
What's he look like?
Tall, got blonde hair, wears a big signet ring. Eddie, that's all I know. Good guy. He was trying to help me.
Any idea where he gets the junk?
I don't know, except one night I was with him.
Yeah?
He drove out to a little junk in Manchester beer garden. He went in alone.
When we got back downtown he had the stuff. I don't know.
You know if he got it from a man who worked there or do you think it could have been one of the customers?
I didn't see him. I didn't go in. I don't know.
You know anybody else who's in with this Eddie?
Anybody with a dollar? He do anything for money?
Eddie, ever tell you where this junk's coming from? Who's bringing it in?
He's got a little sore. He said what do you care as long as he gets yours? I don't know.
Want a cigarette, Jenny?
No. If I could just rest. If I could just let go. Can't you do anything for me?
Why does he tell you it's going to be like this?
I'd like to have you help us. Now as long as there are men like Eddie running loose, there's going to be men like you that he's going to feed on.
How about it? Is there anything else you can tell us?
That's all I know. I got the stuff from Eddie. Talk to him. No more questions.
One more, Jenny. He's about your family.
I don't want to talk about it.
Your wife called. She found out you were in jail.
No.
She's coming down to see you.
She can't. I don't want to see her. Tell her not to come.
We can't stop her.
Caused her enough trouble. Twenty years of it. First the booze, now this.
How long have you been on it, Jenny?
A year, year and a half. Been downhill all the way. Three kids.
I don't know what's going to happen. We're going to lose our house. We lost my business already. All our friends.
You don't know what it's like.
We got an idea.
No, you haven't. You've got no conception. It's been hell.
Nobody's going through what I have. Lost what I have. Suffering. A year and a half of it. Really suffered.
Nobody knew either. Nobody suffered the way I did. Nobody.
I can think of one.
Why?
How about your wife?
Jennings was returned to his cell. We contacted the jail doctor and briefed him on the suspect's condition.
That afternoon, Frank and I drove to the bar on South Main Street near Fourth where we located the bartender, Eddie, whom Jennings had told us about.
It was fairly apparent that he was under the influence of narcotics.
We arrested him, took him back to the office, and began questioning him.
A check with RNI showed that his true name was Eddie Hartzuk and that he'd had several prior arrests for possession of narcotics and one arrest on the ABC Act.
Unlike Jennings, he broke almost immediately.
He wouldn't confess to being a pusher, but he did admit that he was an addict and that he was supplied by a Jules Zimmerlund, the owner of a German beer garden out on Manchester Avenue.
He told us he'd met Zimmerlund through a mutual friend who was now doing time and fulsome for robbery.
He identified the friend as Pete Heimers.
We checked with records and found it was true. Hartzuk was booked in as a vag addict.
Then we contacted Captain Larry O'Brien up at Folsom Penitentiary who filled us in on Pete Heimers' background.
After that, we checked RNI on the owner of the beer garden, Jules Zimmerlund.
We found he was registered as an ex-con from Minnesota where he'd done time for burglary and grand theft.
After a meeting with Captain Kearney, it was agreed that our first move was to get next to Zimmerlund.
I was deposed as a recent parolee from Folsom, a friend of Pete Heimers.
That night I attempted to make my first contact with Zimmerlund at the beer garden out on Manchester Avenue.
Waiter?
Yes, sir.
Can I help you?
Yeah, draft beer, bring me a bag of peanuts.
All right, sir.
Just a minute.
Is the boss around?
Sir.
Jules, the boss.
He's been around a lot.
He's been somewhere around a minute ago.
Yeah, there he is. I'll tell him.
Right.
Yes, sir, you want to see me?
You're Jules Zimmerlund?
That's right.
Jack Bronson.
I'm a friend of Pete Heimers.
He told me to look you up.
I thought Pete was in Folsom.
Yeah, he is.
I was in there with him.
He's a cellmate.
I drew parole about a month ago.
Oh, I see.
Mind if I sit down?
Go ahead.
I'll be making out.
Doing all right?
It's kind of rough.
He's fighting time.
Doing it the hard way.
He's not young anymore, you know.
Yeah, it's too bad.
Nice fellow, Pete.
Never did use his head though.
Here you are, sir.
Draft beer, peanuts.
Mr. Zimmerlund?
No, nothing.
Yes.
Where are you from originally, Bronson, LA?
No, Detroit.
What do you figure I'm doing now, going back there?
No, I don't know what I'm going to do.
I'm still looking around.
I'll go back to my rapid exit station.
You still?
Yeah, I got my MO tag from here to Seattle.
What's that?
Face.
That's all I ever work.
That's what I sell.
Do you mind if I...
No, help yourself.
Yeah, you've had tough luck.
How much time you do?
Do 10, 7, 3 hours.
Working now?
Yeah, lumber yard.
How's that?
I said lumber yard.
Must be easy.
Your hands don't show any work.
No, of course not.
I don't go into that rough stuff.
I'm a clerk over there.
It's an easy task.
Not much to do, though.
What are your plans?
Got anything of mine?
No, I don't know.
Money.
Pete told me if I ever got disgusted, it would look you up.
No, I don't know.
There's not much to do around here right now.
I really tried to make it when I came out this time.
I'm going to play it straight.
You want some of these?
No, thanks.
You go ahead.
Okay.
I tried to play it straight.
Stay on the street.
It can't be done.
I can't punch a clock that drives me crazy.
Well, I wish I had something for you.
I don't know this thing.
It's rough punching.
I got an idea how you feel.
Oh, I guess you ought to know.
Pete told me.
He said you fell twice back east, Minneapolis won it.
Pete talks too much.
Not only do the right people.
Nice setup you got here, Jules.
You must sell a lot of beer, huh?
I get by.
Orchestra, big layout.
Where's Cabin?
We got pretty good business going.
That's what couldn't come, Jules.
I need a job.
I got to turn the buck.
I wish I had something for you.
Now look, I didn't spend all that time at a joint with Pete for nothing.
I know the setup.
Pete says you're a right guy.
You're good business with you.
What do you mean?
Just that.
I got contacts up by Fresno.
Red Mountain.
Good contacts.
A lot of money up there.
Pete says you handle quality stuff.
Europeans.
The stuff they're pushing up around Fresno is nothing.
We're allowed.
We play it straight.
We can both score.
You score good.
I don't think I'll follow you, Bronson.
I think you do.
We get the right stuff up there at the right time.
We can clean up.
I know we can.
What's up?
I got a buddy of you.
Had a bumble ride to get up there four months ago.
Now he's driving a Cadillac.
Great business up there.
It's fast and it's clean.
Hey, you want another beer?
I can't afford a stall in this, Jules.
There's a lot of sucker money around.
I want a piece of it.
I'll give you a ride.
Maybe we can talk, Bronson.
I don't know.
It might work out something.
I'd like to get to know you.
What's the pinch?
I said I was a friend of Pete's tonight.
Check with him or don't you trust him?
I haven't heard from Pete lately.
I'd like to.
Can't be too careful, you know.
It pays to check things out.
Fine.
Go ahead and check.
I just haven't got the time to throw away.
That's all.
You're crazy about these peanuts.
I'll tell you.
I might send a wife up to visit Pete this Sunday.
She doesn't know him, but she can ask him about you.
I hope you don't mind.
No, I don't mind.
I just want to know how much you're going to pay.
You haven't got any junk to push, put me next to somebody who has, huh?
There's dough to be made, enough for both of us.
I want to make it.
You can't go wrong on the deal.
You're smart enough to see that, aren't you?
Talk fast, Bronson.
Look, you're not doing me any favor.
I'm doing you one.
If you're not ready to move on the deal, just say so.
If you are, okay.
Well, it's a big rush.
Take your time.
Let's talk about it.
I already have.
How about it?
How about what?
You got this set up.
Now when do I get an answer?
When I get one.
When do I get one from Pete?
11.30 p.m.
I traded small talk with a narcotics suspect, Jules Zimmerlin, until closing time.
Then I left the beer garden, took a street car back to the room I'd rented in a small
third-rate hotel down on South Broadway.
The following morning I got in touch with the office, and they in turn contacted Captain
Larry O'Brien at Folsom Penitentiary and acquainted him with the facts of the case.
He was told that Mrs. Zimmerlin would arrive at the prison to visit Pete Heimer the following
Sunday.
He was told that he had been arrested for the murder of a young woman.
He was told that he had been arrested for the murder of a young woman.
He was told that he had been arrested for the murder of a young woman.
He was told that he had been arrested for the murder of a young woman.
He was told that he had been arrested for the murder of a young woman.
He was told that he had been arrested for the murder of a young woman.
I waited in my hotel room the following Sunday afternoon until Frank Smith called me from
the office.
He told me Captain O'Brien at Folsom had just contacted them.
He said Mrs. Zimmerlin had visited the prison, that she'd talked with the guard posing as
Pete Heimer, and that apparently everything had gone off well.
Nine-thirty the following Monday night.
I went back to the beer garden and met with Jules Zimmerlin.
Yeah, not a bad crowd for a Monday night.
Usually a lot slower than this.
I'll let you worry about that, Jules.
We've been through enough small talk.
Now how about it?
What's the answer?
You've got to be in a hurry, don't you?
Relax.
It'll work out.
Not without a push, it won't.
Now how about it?
You said you'd have an answer tonight.
I got one.
All right.
It's no.
What?
The idea is all that.
I just don't like the way you figured it.
That's all.
Yeah.
I don't take the risk of getting this stuff up to Fresno.
If you buy, you buy here.
After that, I don't care how you get up north as you're worth.
That's the way you feel.
I'm not going to fight you on it.
Your wife checked with Pete.
I'm just guessing.
Pete gave the go-ahead.
You're everything you say you are.
Understand, did a couple of big favors for Pete up there.
They can make the same from anybody of mine.
If Pete told the wife he spit a bee for him, could have talked, she'd kept your mouth shut.
Only one more thing I want to know.
You asked for love, haven't you?
You ever chip me around with the junk?
Do I look like it?
I wouldn't touch it for a million dollars.
I know the things I'm weak on.
H isn't one of them.
Good.
I don't want anyone around to shoot this stuff.
I've seen it happen a hundred times.
Cops fill them in and you're gone.
They all talk when they get sick.
All right, let's find it.
Come on, back me up.
All right.
Today you got these friends who want to buy.
How much money can they raise?
It depends.
I'm a stuffie.
I'm a junkie.
I mean good stuff.
Everything I handle is good.
Here, go ahead.
All right.
Now how about it?
How much they want?
I told you, it depends.
How much can you deliver?
That's up to the big man.
I don't know how much he's got left.
I figure stores are pretty low.
What about you with a big man?
I'm a guest.
I handle the stuff for him.
That's all.
I get my cut.
Well, he must be big.
Who is he?
None of your business.
You don't make the deals with him.
You make them through me.
All right, with me.
You say you figure he's pretty low on the supply, huh?
Well, he's going to have enough to deal.
I mean a big boy.
Maybe this Saturday?
I don't know.
When will you know?
Saturday when I see it.
How much cash can your friends raise?
Ten thousand, maybe more, it depends.
You have the money by then?
Maybe.
I have to have a couple of days, contact my friends.
Probably they want more.
How does the stuff come in?
Why?
What do you think?
Why?
I want the right slant.
Where's it coming from?
I'm not going to get loaded down with Mexican stuff.
We can help it.
No, don't worry.
European comes in by ship.
Yeah, well, it doesn't gel for me.
How do they get it by customs?
They don't.
I do.
By the way, you doing anything Saturday?
Why?
I'm going to take a little run in my fishing boat, one of the boys is sick, going to need
another deckhand.
What kind of sailor are you?
I can make out.
All right, come along.
We'll do a little fishing.
You might learn something, you know.
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Tuesday, October 13th, 9 a.m.
I called the office and briefed them on the results of my conversation with a suspect,
Jules Zimbalam, the night before at the beer garden.
Captain Kearney put my partner, Frank Smith, on the phone and we set up a meeting for that
afternoon.
2.30 p.m.
I left my hotel room and took a streetcar downtown to Pershing Square, excavating work
for the new underground garage at the square was still going on.
A temporary wooden fence circled the construction area.
I went to the southeast corner of the square where a courtesy stand had been put up for
the sidewalk superintendent.
I stood around with a dozen other people watching the excavation.
I waited.
2.45 p.m.
Joe, how's it going?
Hi Frank.
Not bad.
Hey, they're moving this thing right along, I say.
In fact, they got that hole just about done.
I think it's going to have to go deeper now.
It's kind of hard to judge from up here.
Looks deeper than it looks.
It's a little bit deeper.
Well, that's some pretty good luck last night.
That's what I hear.
How's it shape up?
He told me the stuff's been coming in by ship, Zimmerman did.
I think maybe he's telling the truth.
How do you think they worked it?
I don't know.
He wouldn't say.
I might have a chance to find out this Saturday.
It's a bitch.
Zimmerman's got a boat he offered to take me out this Saturday.
He mentioned they're expecting a shipment of the junk the same day.
Could be he's got some connection on one of the ships coming in from overseas.
He takes his boat out and meets the ship and he's going to get it.
He's going to get it.
He's going to get it.
He's going to get it.
He's going to get it.
He's going to get it.
He's going to get it.
He's going to get it.
Somebody over Zimmerman?
Yeah. You handle the details for Saturday, will ya? I'll keep you brief.
Okay.
Check on all the ships that are due into Wilmington Friday and Saturday, will ya?
I'll find out where Jules keeps his boat and what.
You can make arrangements to have the dock area covered and notify customs too, huh?
Right. Any kind of a deal set up with Zimmerman yet?
Yeah, I'll buy for ten thousand.
I'm supposed to be making it for friends up in Fresno. Tell the captain I'll need some dough.
How much?
Well, all you can write together is a thousand if you can. You know, small bills make it look big.
Right.
I'm a little worried, Joe. Things seem to be rolling out too fast.
How you mean?
Possible Zimmerman might be wise, maybe he's just stringing you along.
He's not going to be able to follow you out in the bay, you know, without tipping the whole thing.
Yeah, I know.
You're going to be strictly on your own on that boat.
Zimmerman's wise, he and the gang will be in a perfect spot.
Maybe we could set it up to have a boat standing by if you need help, maybe half a mile away or something.
Well, it might scare him off, ruin the whole deal, Frank.
Yeah, it's a trouble, Joe. If they're wise and they get you out on that boat, they got your code.
They won't give odds on your chances.
Well, then we're even, hmm?
I'm not giving any on theirs.
For the rest of the week, I spent the days in my hotel room and my nights at the beer garden setting up the bye with Zimmerman.
Thursday night in Zimmerman's office, we agreed on the final details for the bye.
In the process, I succeeded in finding out the plan for the meet.
At 2.30 Saturday morning, Zimmerman, two of his gang members and myself,
would board his boat at a private dock in the San Pedro area and proceed five miles out from shore.
How the actual transfer of the narcotics was supposed to be made, I still couldn't find out,
but I did learn that Zimmerman's main contact on the deal was a Marcus Torricelli.
He was supposed to be a steward aboard an inbound freighter.
The next day, I relayed the information to the office and gave him a final briefing on the plans for the meet as Zimmerman outlined them to me.
Saturday, 2.30 a.m., Zimmerman and I, along with the two members of the gang,
boarded his boat at the private dock and proceeded out to sea.
It was a fairly new boat, well-appointed, a 38-foot motor cruiser.
The two men kept busy above deck.
Zimmerman and I played cards, talked, and drank beer down in the cabin, 5 a.m.
Two fair queens up. You do better?
You doubt it.
Three trades. Had enough?
Forty bucks worth plenty.
Want another beer?
No, I got a heavy.
What time you got?
Hmm, later than I thought. It's one after five.
Let's go topside, give me one.
About time we start looking around anyway.
Come on, I better get up there and check our course.
All right.
Very nice boat you got, Jules.
You have to set your back plenty, huh?
Wouldn't believe it. I got an insurer for 20,000, costing 500.
You paid $500 for this?
And a society woman owned it. Her husband left it to her.
She got hooked.
One of my best customers. Spent everything she had on the jungle.
I got this for $500 worth of H, high grade.
What'd she do for stuff now?
She doesn't need it. She's dead.
Pretty nice boat. Never enjoyed anything more in my life.
Just a minute.
What's the matter?
Yeah, I must be in.
What are you talking about?
I got a freighter. Couple of points off the garbage.
Oh, yeah.
George? Hey, George.
Yeah, Jules.
Okay, I see it. Want to take a look now?
No, hold on. Let's make sure.
Can I have my glasses there with you?
Yeah.
Yeah, thank you.
Have a look here.
What's this?
Just a minute.
Yeah, Panamanian flag.
That's it.
Very null.
All right, George, let's start. Swing around.
Okay, Jules.
Give the rudder hard right.
Recomplete stern. Keep your sterniver.
Right.
Meet set up, Jules. What happens now?
I had another pair of glasses there. Watch for yourself.
Oh, all right.
Delivery comes from the ship, huh?
Big boy on board?
That's right. On board here.
You really had me fooled.
Let's keep it that way.
Tell you the truth, I thought you had a figure.
No, I didn't. I'll square with you.
You got a good front, Jules. Keep it that way and you'll be hard to make.
I'm on the home stretch. You're not going to make me.
Two more trips and I'm getting out. Then I really go fishing.
There he is, Jules. Back on his stern.
Got something?
All right. Keep an eye out.
Hey, train your glasses on the stern of that freighter.
Yeah? What about it?
Just a minute.
Now, you see it? Now?
Oh, a man coming out.
Looks like he's dumping some garbage over there.
That's right. Don't watch the man. Watch the garbage. He doesn't go through a cut.
Pretty smart. That's your contact, huh?
Yeah, Marcus. Good boy. He hasn't failed yet.
All right, George. Move in. Get the net.
Ready for the pickup?
All right, Jules.
Tell you what, I just can't get over it. It's your smart.
How do you keep the gel dry?
No problem. Just dump the package over along with the garbage.
Waterproof wrapping.
Hey, keep your eye on it. That's all.
Yeah, I got it. Fine.
All right, George. Hand down the net.
There you go.
Yeah.
All right. Coming along side. Hold it steady.
All right. Got it. All right. Let's go.
George, let's go.
Okay.
All right, Bronson. Down below.
Okay.
Sure make it look easy.
Oh, it takes its little savvy.
Now let's have a look here.
Ping-pong balls. What's the pitch there?
You ever hear one sinking?
Oh, yeah. Sure.
Three, four. Yeah. All here. Good delivery.
Hey, Bronson. Your share. Ten grand worth.
How about the money? How about a look?
Suit yourself.
All right?
Okay. Fine.
What about the money?
I don't know. I'll give you a thousand now.
What do you mean a thousand? There's ten grand here. That's what you wanted.
Take it easy, will you?
I know what I was getting into out here.
Could have been a heist. I couldn't bring all the dough along.
I want the money.
I told you I'll give you a thousand now. You get the rest when we get in.
Well, if there's something wrong here, I don't like this.
I'll call George. We'll head out again.
Relax, will you, George? There's nothing wrong.
Don't try to con me. I'm not taking a chance. There's something wrong.
All right. Hold it right there.
I'm calling George.
Call him loud first time. You won't get a second one.
Nice gun.
Fuss.
Lousy fuck.
You go back and sit down.
No, right where you are.
Hands on the table.
Look, Bronson, we got time to talk this out. I got big investment here.
I got a lot to lose. All you have to lose is a pinch.
You keep your hands on the table, will you?
If I make it right by you, you won't be sorry. I'm a wealthy man. How much you want?
Keep your voice down.
Believe me, I'll make it right to you. You said you liked the boat, didn't you? You can have it, huh?
I'll take everything with it, okay?
No deal, Jules. It doesn't smell any better than your delivery.
What?
Garbage.
The story you have just heard was true. The names were changed to protect the innocent.
General Zimmerlin, his contact, Marcus Torricelli, and the other two members of the Narcotics Gang were filed on in the district attorney's office for violation of the state health and safety code, section 11,500, one count.
They were found guilty and received sentences as prescribed by law.
The violation carries a penalty of imprisonment in the state penitentiary for not less than five nor more than ten years.
Ladies and gentlemen, defense of our country against aggression abroad and inflation at home depends on our ability to fill both our military and civilian requirements.
All Americans must work together. Remember, the better we produce, the stronger we grow.
You just heard Dragnet, a series of authentic cases from official files. Technical advice comes from the Office of Chief of Police, WH5.