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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, January 21st.
It was cold in Los Angeles.
We were working the day watch out of robbery detail.
My partner is Frank Smith.
The boss is Captain Didion.
My name is Friday.
It was 2 56 p.m. when I got to room 27A.
Robbery.
Joe?
Yeah.
Sure cold out.
Yeah.
The paper says you'd warm up a little before the end of the week.
I hope so.
How'd your weekend go?
Don't bring it up.
What happened?
At my house there's only one thing that could happen.
What do you mean?
My brother-in-law Armand.
All the time he just sits around the house, sits there and reads those detective magazines.
Doesn't he work?
If he's ever held a job, he's kept it a secret.
Just moves around between the relatives.
This year it's Faye's turn.
And he just sits around all day, huh?
Yeah.
Reads those detective magazines.
Always sending for those books that are sent in the plain wrappers.
You know, the ones that tell you how you can have a business in your own home.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Well, this time he really did it.
He sent for one that tells you how to go into the house cleaning business.
I thought at first it might be a pretty good deal.
You know, if it worked out he could give Faye a hand with a house.
Well, Saturday morning the book gets to the house with all the formulas and instructions
for making the cleaners for the rugs and the upholstery.
First off he borrows five bucks from me to buy the stuff to mix the formulas.
Then he goes to the kitchen and takes all of Faye's good pants and mix up the goop in
it.
Smells terrible.
All those bleaches and soaps.
I'm sitting in the front room watching television all in all.
I'm pretty comfortable.
Yeah.
He comes in, he says the room is filthy and he's going to clean it.
Tells me to get out of the room and that he's going to surprise all of us.
Yeah.
Well, he did.
Faye and I took the kid down to the barber's to have her hair cut, did a little shopping
for the weekend.
You should have seen the house when we got back, Joe.
Just miserable.
What did he do?
First off he wasn't there.
Left a note on the kitchen table telling us that he was out for a walk.
I kind of figured what had happened so Faye and me walked into the living room.
Joe, you wouldn't believe it.
Is that so?
They almost fainted.
Pretty awful.
Worse than that.
The room was beautiful.
Everything in it was clean as a whistle.
All spotless.
Curtains, carpet, the upholstery, even the tables had been waxed.
What's wrong with that?
Sounds to me like a pretty good deal.
Faye.
But what about her?
Right away she starts climbing all over me, reaching me off for being so mean to him.
Says all about how I should be ashamed of myself, said that I should have thought of
the house cleaning gimmick myself.
I should have given him a hand in cleaning up the place.
And at the next day off we have to do the whole house.
I tell you Joe, no matter what the guy does, it always ends up making me look bad.
Why you say you've only got this year with him, huh?
Yeah.
Then he goes to Faye's sister in Piedmont.
I'll sure be glad when that time comes.
Yeah, don't blame him.
It's a hot shot.
I'll get it.
80T211 Bank robbery in progress.
It took us a little over four minutes to get to the bank at the corner of Lebanon and Broadway.
In that time the bandit had completed the robbery and made good his escape.
A radio card arrived at the scene and the officers had gotten a description of the car
and of the bandit.
They'd call the information into communications and a broadcast was gotten out to all cars
in the vicinity to be on the alert for the hold-up man.
At 3 p.m. Frank and I arrived at the bank.
Back there.
Bank guard.
Yeah.
I couldn't, Oliver.
What you want me to do?
Try to stop him?
Have him shoot that gun off?
He'd have killed half the people in here.
I'm not saying that you should have actually tried to stop him.
All I'm saying is that there is something that you should have done.
You just stood there and looked at it.
You could see the gun.
There must have been something you could do.
I beg your pardon, sir.
You get away.
You're probably in cahoots with the robber.
You probably came back to get the rest of the money.
Well, Gibson, don't just stand there.
Stop these men.
We're police officers, sir.
You can't see Gibson.
They're police officers.
Do you have a badge or something?
After this, I don't think I'll trust anyone again.
Yes, sir.
Here's our identification.
Oh, yes.
Officer Friday.
This is my partner, Frank Smith.
How do you do?
I suppose you want to ask me a lot of questions.
Well, there are some things we'd like to know, sir.
I'd like to talk in my office, I guess.
It'll be more quiet there.
That'll be fine.
Would it be all right if Gibson came along?
I'd like to have him see how a couple of real detectives work.
Yes, sir.
I think it'll be all right.
Fine.
Back this way.
Oh, Officer Friday, this is Gibson, the bank guard.
Now, use the term loosely.
This is Mr. Jones.
That's Smith, sir, Frank Smith.
Oh, yes, Smith.
Sorry.
Go ahead.
Just sit down any place.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Now, you listen good, Gibson.
Yes, sir.
Mr. Allen, you were the victim, were you?
I certainly was.
It was just three o'clock.
Gibson was just putting up the chain across the door, you know, to keep people out.
Yes, sir.
Gibson was out there.
I was in here in my office.
Go ahead, Gibson.
Tell the officers about it.
Yes, sir.
Well, he parked his car right in front of the bank, and when he pulled up, I thought it
was a customer trying to get in before the bank closed.
I held the chain for him.
That was nice of you.
What happened then, Mr. Gibson?
As soon as he got to the doorway, I saw the shotgun.
He had it kind of under his coat, you know.
I tried to stop him, but he had the gun pointed right at me.
He said that if I made a move, he'd as soon shoot me as look at me.
Mm-hmm.
You sure it was a shotgun, are you?
Yes, sir.
I could tell.
It was a 12 gauge.
It was sawed off.
Told me to get over in that little alcove near the entrance to our escrow department.
I did.
Then he told me to hand over my gun.
I started to get it out of the holster.
I thought that maybe I'd have a chance to surprise him, but he must have known when
I was planning.
Why do you say that?
He told me to face it in the corner.
Then he took the gun out of the holster.
Mm-hmm.
Well, I did what he told me.
What happened then?
He asked me where the manager was.
I pointed out his office.
Well, to this time, do any of the people in the bank have any idea what was going on?
No, sir.
The way he acted, he knew what he was doing.
Right off, I knew there wasn't anything I could do.
I kept thinking about the people in the bank.
That shotgun didn't want anyone to get hurt.
It's the only bright thing you did.
Do you want to go on?
What happened then?
Well, like I said, he asked where the manager's office was.
I showed him, and he told me he wanted me to go back there with him.
We walked back there.
He put the shotgun under his coat, and by some miracle, nobody saw it.
That's where he brought me into the picture.
He just walked in, told me it was a stick-up.
He had this little leather bag the kind a doctor uses.
He opened it up, told me to walk in front of him.
He made me carry the bag.
I kept the gun at my back all the time.
I could feel it.
Made me walk down the row of windows, the ones into the teller's boxes.
For each one, he made me stop and ask the tellers for the money.
Did he touch anything at all, do you remember?
No, no.
He was very careful.
He was very careful.
He wouldn't touch anything.
After I put the money into the bag, he'd tell each one of them that if they made a sound,
he'd kill me, then come back and kill them too.
It was terrible.
It almost scared me to death.
Well, who was it that turned in the alarm here?
Walter, the clean-up man, sir.
He was in the back of the bank, and he came out of the vice president's office.
He saw the robber, and then he sneaked back into the room and called you.
The bandit just barely got out of the place when the police car pulled up.
We gave the other officers a description of the car and the bandit.
Yes, sir.
We heard the broadcast.
All the cars in the area have been alerted.
I wonder if I could have a drink of water, officer.
I'm so nervous.
I'm still not over it.
My stomach's going to be grinding for a month.
You're a member of the Federal Reserve here, aren't you?
Oh, yes.
Well, then the Federal Bureau of Investigation will be in on it too.
Yes, sir.
Water's right over here.
I keep it in the office for my pills.
I have ulcers, you know.
Yes, sir.
Would you like a drink?
No, sir.
No, thank you.
No.
Thank you.
Well, what happened after the man finished taking the money from the cages?
He walked out of the front of the place and got in his car.
By that time, I could hear the sirens of the police car coming.
He'd just left.
On the way out, he said if we told him anything about him, he'd come back and kill us.
Yes, and he looked right at me when he said it.
You've got to give me some sort of protection.
I'm not going to make a sitting duck of myself.
We'll take care of that, sir.
Could you give us a description of the man, sir?
I've already given it to the two officers who are here.
Well, we know, sir, but if you wouldn't mind.
Of course not.
How tall would you say he was?
Oh, about 5'11", maybe 6''.
How old would you say he was?
30, 35, round in there.
How much do you think he weighed?
Oh, about 160, maybe more.
I'm not very good at guessing weights.
How about his coloring?
Was he dark or light?
Light, light.
He had real light blonde hair.
His eyebrows were almost invisible.
They were so light that you almost couldn't see them at all.
Same with his eyelashes.
How about his clothes?
Beg your pardon?
His clothes?
What was he wearing?
Well, he had on a blue shirt.
No, I'm sorry, sir.
I think it was a white shirt.
Was it?
No, I'm sure it was blue.
I remember, because he was wearing a brown coat.
I thought that he certainly didn't have very good taste, what was wearing a blue shirt
and a brown coat.
No, Gibson, no.
The shirt was blue.
No tie, brown coat, and black loafers shoes.
I remember these because they were the only thing about them that looked good.
They looked like those ones that are advertised in the magazines, you know, skegums or something
like that.
Black.
Was there anything unusual about him?
I beg your pardon?
Anything unusual about him?
Anything that might cause you to remember him, know him if you saw him again?
Well, they were the bandages.
What's that, sir?
When he came in, he had bandages on his face, one over his right eyebrow, another on his
chin, right here, sort of on the throat.
You mean regular bandages?
No, sir, they were those adhesive kind, you know, with the gauze and tape all together.
Oh, yeah.
And you say he had one over the right eyebrow and one on his chin?
Yes, sir.
I still think it was a white shirt.
I said it was blue.
Are you trying to say that I don't know blue when I see it?
No, sir, I just think that you might have made a mistake in all the excitement.
Officer.
Yes, sir?
It was a blue shirt.
All right, sir.
How about his car, the one he got away in?
It was parked right out in front.
Did you see it?
Certainly I saw it.
I was standing right in the door when he drove away.
Well, can you describe the car for us?
Yes, like I told the other officers, it was a late model Buick, dark blue, a coupe.
I'm sorry, sir, but it was a green Ford sedan.
Well, let's see if we can't let Mr. Allen tell his story, Mr. Gibson.
We'll check it with you when we finish with him, all right?
No.
I don't know what you're trying to prove with these officers.
After the way you handled the affair, there's no use trying to impress them with your prowess
as a detective.
It was a dark blue Buick coupe.
Anything unusual about the car that you could see, any dented fenders, stickers, windshield
emblems, anything like that, would you remember?
No, I didn't notice anything special.
No, sir, it looked pretty new as far as I could tell.
All right, fine.
Well, you two gentlemen have helped us a lot here.
There are some questions we'd like to ask the other people in the bank.
Oh, yes, that's what the other officers said.
I told them all to stay.
Would you like to talk to them now?
Yes, sir.
Fine, I'll send them in here to you.
No, we can talk to them out there, sir, it'll be all right.
All right.
Gibson, maybe you can help them.
Officer.
Yes, Gibson.
I didn't want to tell you while we were in there.
He'd probably make some remark.
I didn't even tell the other officers.
It's about the license number of the bandit's car.
Did you get it?
Well, not all of it, sir, just the first three numbers.
The bank guard went on to explain that in the confusion he had failed to give the information
about the license number to the other officers.
We continued to talk to him.
He told us that the bandit had tied a cloth over the rear license plate and that as he
drove away from the scene, a corner of the cloth had come loose and he was able to see
the first three numbers of the plate.
We called this information into communications and a supplemental broadcast was gotten out.
In company with agents from the FBI, we talked to the rest of the employees in the bank.
From them, we got a fairly good description of the holdup man and of his car.
They agreed that it was a late model, dark Ford sedan.
With FBI agent Tom Asherid, Frank and I checked by the office and asked the stats office to
make a run on the MO.
We checked the oddity file on R&I on the possibility that the tape might have been used to cover
scars or other marks that would make identification easier.
9.46 p.m.
We stopped and got some sandwiches and coffee and then we went to the DMV offices.
Hi, Joe.
George, you know Frank.
Yeah, hi.
How's it going, George?
This is Tom Asherid, agent from the FBI.
He's working with us on this thing.
Oh, hi.
Glad to know you.
Yeah, same here.
Where do we find the files here, George?
Oh, what's the number again?
1U5.
That's all we have.
Not much.
Oh, you'll find the files of that number in these drawers here.
You know what kind of car it is?
Yeah, Ford sedan, late model.
We're not sure what year.
Uh-huh.
Oh, go to it.
I don't envy you.
Yeah, I don't.
Well, that's it for the night.
I think I'll shove off.
Anything you guys need to be somebody here, you can give me a call.
I'll leave my home number on the desk.
Right.
Thanks a lot.
Good night, George.
Good night.
Hope you find it before I get back.
Yeah.
It's not a week.
Well, let's get to it.
Right.
Let's see.
1U5.
It took us the next eight hours to go through the almost 10,000 license registrations.
Each file card had to be checked for a similarity of make and model.
Each automobile in the Los Angeles area was listed, and then each one in the entire state.
Each of them had to be checked out.
6.02 a.m. Tuesday, January 22nd.
We finished checking the file.
That does it.
I didn't know there were so many cars in California, let alone that many with a license that begins
with 1U5 in the Los Angeles area.
That's a total, Joe.
How's it look?
Well, we got a place to start here.
302 names.
6.30 a.m. We checked back into the office, and then we went home to get a couple of hours
sleep.
At 8.30 a.m., Frank, Tom, and I met in the robbery office.
Captain Didion had assigned four other teams of men to work with us.
The FBI had also assigned additional agents.
The list of possible was divided up, and we began to check them out.
We spent three days on it.
In each instance, we didn't talk to the person involved directly, but to their neighbors.
We didn't explain what it was that we were after, merely that we were conducting an investigation.
We ran into the usual false leaves, the usual petty jealousies, and the neighborhood feud.
It all served to slow us down and make the job more difficult.
There had been no replies to the local or the APB that we'd gotten out on the car or
the bandits.
The staff's office had come up with two possibles on the MO.
These were both checked out, but let us know where.
We went back to checking out the license plate numbers.
January 28th.
The names on our list were down to seven.
The next one was a Mr. Ivan Q. Field.
We rang the bell to the house next door and waited.
Yes?
Sorry to bother you, ma'am.
Police officers, what if we could talk to you?
Police?
Well, what's it about?
I haven't done anything.
No, ma'am, we'd just like to ask you a couple of questions about your next door neighbor,
Mr. Field.
I should have known.
I thought a couple of times about calling you about him myself, miserable man.
I wonder if we could come in, ma'am.
Might be better than talking on the phone.
You just bet you can.
Come right in.
I'll tell you what you want to know.
Thank you very much.
What do you want him for?
What's he done?
Well, we're just conducting an investigation, ma'am.
A few things we'd like to know about Mr. Field.
Uh-huh.
Well, you don't have to play cozy with me.
I know what kind of people they are.
Can't understand it either.
Ma'am?
I said I couldn't understand it.
His brothers, so nice, a real gentleman.
It seems hard to believe that they'd even be related, let alone be brothers.
Nothing but trouble since he and his wife moved in.
You mean it's not their house?
Oh, of course not.
I don't think either one of them could afford to rent on a one-room apartment, let alone
a house.
Would you know if they have a car?
No, no, not them.
Like I said, I don't think he's ever worked.
Just lives off his brother.
His brother has a car.
It's real nice.
What kind of a car is it, ma'am?
Do you know?
Yes, it's a Ford.
Do you know what model?
Model?
Yes, ma'am.
Is it a coupe or a sedan?
Oh, sedan.
Real nice.
Sort of a dark green.
Only I guess it really isn't dark.
Then it isn't light, really.
Just green.
Pretty, though.
Yes, ma'am.
Do you know if Mr. Field is in right now?
Yes, I think so.
I saw him out in the backyard a couple of hours ago, him and his wife.
He was prancing around in one of them skimpy little sun suits.
Terrible.
No decency at all, I tell you, Officer, neither one of them is any good.
Do you know what Mr. Field does for a living?
Oh, you mean does he work?
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, no.
At least I've never seen any indication that he does.
All he does is just sit around the yard and throw rocks at my cat.
Terrible.
That's what I was going to call you about.
Isn't there a law or something about throwing things at poor, dumb animals?
Yes, ma'am.
Of course, cats aren't really dumb.
Lots of times I think they're a lot smarter than some people I know.
I wonder if you could describe Ivan Field for us, ma'am.
Oh, sure.
He's kind of a little man, not very big.
About how tall, ma'am?
Oh, maybe five feet seven.
How about his coloring?
Mean his hair?
Yes, ma'am.
Dark, very dark.
He lets us out when he looks that way.
Well, thank you very much, ma'am.
Sorry to cause you all this trouble.
Oh, no trouble at all.
Are you going to arrest him now?
No, ma'am.
Well, why not?
What about the rocks and my cat?
Well, I think the SPCA are the people you want to talk to on that.
Well, all right.
But I tell you right now, Mr. Field isn't going to like it.
He likes my cat.
He isn't going to like the idea at all when he hears about it.
Just wait until he gets home.
I'll tell him about his brother's been acting.
Oh, just a minute, ma'am.
Yes?
You mean that the man living next door isn't Ivan Field?
No.
I didn't say it was.
It's his brother, Harry.
Brother?
What's the matter with you, young man?
Don't you hear well?
Everything I say, you ask me to repeat.
I don't mean to, ma'am.
It's just that I want to be sure of what you say.
What's going on here?
First you ask me a lot of questions about Mr. Field, and then I tell you that he isn't
home, and his wife went back east for the holidays.
They haven't come back yet.
While he was gone, he said that his brother could use the house.
I thought at first it would be nice.
Then I found out.
Harry is nothing like his brother, nothing at all.
Well, what if we could describe him for us?
My, you want to know about everybody, don't you?
Well, we'd just like a description of Harry Field, ma'am, that's all.
Well, he's taller than Ivan.
Harry must be close to six feet.
He doesn't look anything like Ivan in any other way.
Ivan's dark in Harry's life.
His hair almost doesn't have any color.
He's real blonde.
How long ago did they move in?
Well, now let me see.
Elizabeth, that's my Persian cat.
Well, Elizabeth had her last litter in December.
December the 12th.
Harry and his wife moved in the next morning.
I remember that because I was up most of the night with Elizabeth.
She didn't need me.
Awfully independent.
But it was the morning that they moved in.
Oh, I remember it well.
Elizabeth had six little kittens.
It was December the 13th when Harry moved in.
And they've been using Ivan Field's car?
Oh, my, yes.
Hardly a day goes by, but what, they don't drive it somewhere.
I wonder if we could use your phone, ma'am.
Oh, sure.
It's on the table there in the hall.
Thanks.
I'll check the names who are in it.
Okay.
Would you happen to know if this Harry Field has any marks or scars on him?
Well, now let me see.
I think so.
Seems to me that I saw him and his wife out in the backyard one day.
He was wearing swimming trunks and she was in one of those sun suits I told you about.
It's graceful.
Yes, ma'am.
Well, it seems to me that he had a scar on his leg.
Yes, just above the knee.
I think it was the right leg.
No, what I meant, ma'am, was does he have any marks on his face, on his forehead or on his chin?
No, no, no marks.
Oh.
Oh, wait a minute.
The other day I noticed he had a cut over his right eyebrow.
It looked like he'd been in a fight.
Probably a drunken brawl.
So?
Yeah, anything?
Talked to Cunningham.
He checked the name.
Looks like it might be the same one.
What's that?
They paroled a Harry Q. Field from San Quentin.
Description checks out when they parole him.
December 10th last year, did a term for robbery.
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January 28th, 430 p.m. We called the office and told them of the latest developments.
Tom Ashford called the local FBI office and arrangements were made to take Harry Field and his wife into custody.
A further check on him was made through R&I and we found that his record listed four arrests for armed robbery with only one conviction.
He spent four and a half years in San Quentin before he'd gotten his parole.
The name of his brother was also checked. He had no previous record.
The car in Field's driveway matched the one used by the bandit.
512 p.m. The men from robbery arrived and the plan for taking Field was formulated.
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536 p.m. We were ready to move in.
All set, gentlemen. Our arms back.
Good. No indication he knows what's up. The lights are still on.
Let's hope it stays that way.
Officer? Mr. Friday?
The Jenkins woman.
Yeah.
Officer!
Ma'am, would you mind keeping your voice down? We don't want Field to know we're here.
Well, I'm not talking loud, but there's something I want you to know.
Well, it'd be better if you went back into your house, ma'am. Just stay there till this is over, would you?
That's sort of what I want to tell you about.
Ma'am?
Well, I got to thinking, and I figure maybe here he wasn't too bad a sword after all.
We don't want to be rude here, but I think it'd be better if you go back in your house. All this talking's allowed to let him know that we're here.
But that's just it. I don't want anybody hurt, so I called him.
What?
I called him. Told him he didn't have a chance to give himself up.
Unknowingly, Mrs. Jenkins had made it impossible to take the suspect without violence.
By warning him, she had put him on the alert. We had no alternative now but to apprehend him as best we could.
5.40 p.m.
McHaleb and Crowley are covering the back. Other fellows are covering the side windows.
All right. Let's go.
What do you want?
Open up. Come on, Field. We want to talk to you.
Yeah, I'll be there in a minute. Take it easy.
Open up, Field. Police officers.
All right. I'll be there in a minute.
Let's go. He's stalling.
Lock. Come on. Let's hit it.
All right.
All right. Stand still.
Hey, what are you doing?
Fireplace, Joe.
I'll get it.
Guys, I'm for all you cops won't leave me alone. I'm straight.
Bag's full of money, Joe. Parsley burned.
My money? I could do what I want with it.
You bet you can. Hands behind you. Come on.
I'll shake him down.
All right.
He's clean, Joe.
You got him, huh?
Yeah. We got part of the loot, too.
He's trying to burn it.
Crowley and I will shake the rest of the house.
Right, Max.
All right. How about it, Field?
We got the money. People can identify you.
Car parked in the driveway. It fits the description.
You've been through this before.
You got out of Q on December 10th.
You pulled this job on January 21st. Is that right?
Like I said, I fell once. I did my time.
Joe?
Yeah, Max?
Found his wife hiding in the back bedroom.
Found a sawed-off shotgun.
All right. Let's get him out of here.
Say, Frank?
Yeah?
Message came in for him before I left the office.
Forgot about it.
Say who it was from?
No, I didn't leave a name. Here's a number.
One's your phone right away.
I'll call it now.
We can take Field in.
Good, Max. Thanks.
We'll be right behind you.
We want to talk to his wife anyway.
Okay, Field. Let's go.
All right. Come on, Frank.
Come on.
Hollywood 24709.
I don't know anybody with that number.
Simple way to find out. It's a call-up.
It's kind of late.
Well, go ahead and call him anyway.
Yeah. Here's the phone.
I'll check with you later, Joe.
Frank.
Right, Tom. We'll check you.
Bye, Tom.
Come on. Let's go.
I want to use the phone.
Oh, yeah. Go ahead.
You got a dime?
Just a minute.
Yeah. Yeah.
I'll leave it for the call.
Huh. Wonder who it is.
Hello.
What place is this?
Oh.
Well, this is Frank Smith.
Were you looking for me?
Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah, he does.
Oh.
Yeah, that's the right address.
Yeah.
I should have known.
What's that?
Call from the Murphy House Cleaning Company.
Who were they with?
My brother-in-law.
Call them in to clean up our house.
Yeah. What about it?
Now they want to know where to send the bill.
The story you have just heard was true.
The names were changed to protect the innocent.
On February 19th, trial was held in federal court
in the city of Los Angeles, state of California.
In a moment, the results of that trial.
Now, here is our star, Jack Webb.
Thank you, George Fenomen.
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Perry Q. Field was tried and convicted
of violation of the federal bank robbery statute.
He received a sentence of 20 years
in a federal penitentiary, McNeil Island, Washington.
The investigation showed his wife, Dora Field,
was not implicated in any way in the robbery.
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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.
Technical advisors, Captain Jack Donahoe,
Sergeant Marty Wynn, Sergeant Vance Brasher.
Heard tonight were Ben Alexander, Whit Conner, Jack Crouchon.
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Tonight it's Barry Craig, confidential investigator on NBC.
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