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It was Wednesday, June 4th.
It was warm in Los Angeles.
We were working the day watch out of robbery detail.
My partner is Frank Smith, the boss of Chief of Detective Stad Brown.
My name is Friday.
We were on the way out from the office and it was 9.47 a.m. when we got to the county
hospital.
Ward 419.
Hi.
Mr. Gilmore?
Yeah.
I know you guys.
No, sir.
We're police officers.
This is my partner, Frank Smith.
My name is Friday.
Hi, it is.
Hello.
A couple of stools over there.
Drag them up.
Sit down.
I'll get them.
Here you go.
Thanks.
How do you feel, Mr. Gilmore?
Rough.
Real rough.
I feel like I've ridden 50 miles in the back of a ready-mixed cement truck.
If it weren't for the pills they'd be giving me, I'd think I'd go off my rocker.
You want to tell us what happened?
Yeah, as much as I can remember.
If it goes so far, then there's a room full of black.
If you'll tell us what you can, please.
Yeah.
Yesterday, that's when it was.
Yesterday?
Yesterday morning.
I checked in for work.
Had a load.
I was going to take over to Phoenix.
Supposed to shove off about 10, 10.15.
Did you know what you were carrying?
Yeah.
I saw the way, Bill.
Some of the stuff they were loading.
Used furniture.
Didn't make any difference to me.
They load the truck and I'll drive it.
Uh-huh.
I went across the street.
Little coffee place over there.
Got my back-end bottle filled and came back.
By that time, they had the truck loaded.
I signed the way, Bill, in the office and went out and got into the truck.
The two guys were waiting for me.
They were in the cab of the truck?
Yeah.
Sitting there.
Kind of scrunched down so you couldn't even see it from the outside.
Yes, sir.
As soon as I opened the door, one of them had a gun pointed at me.
Told me to get into the truck like there was nothing wrong.
Just start the motor and get the truck away from me.
Did they get out of the truck at that time?
No.
When I got there, they told me to drive away and I did.
Wasn't going to mess around with them having a gun.
Yeah, go ahead.
Then we drove about three blocks and they told me to pull into an alley just off of Santa Fe.
Santa Fe in what?
Do you remember?
Uh, by Porter Street between Porter and Enterprise.
I see.
Like to go ahead?
Then they told me to pull into the alley and when I did, they made me get out of the truck.
Took me around back and broke the seal and told me to get inside.
Right.
And that's what you did?
Yes, sir. If they'd have told me to jump off the city hall, I'd have gone ahead and done it with that gun pointed at me.
Now I'm a coward.
A fellow weighs a gun around and I'm going to do just like he tells me.
Yes, sir.
Those guys are mean, you could tell.
How's that?
Oh, I'm kind of a student of phrenology and I could tell about those fellows real plain.
Student of what?
Phrenology. You know, bumps on the head.
Huh.
They all mean something.
Of course, I didn't get a chance to make a good examination of these guys, but I could see it.
Real criminal heads.
Mumps told me so.
One fellow had a head that was one of the worst I'd ever seen.
Yes, sir.
He was mean to his mother, I could tell.
Had a bump right here.
Here, you see?
Yeah.
He was mean to his mother.
Yes, sir.
Well, what happened after they tied you up?
Just left me there.
I see.
You want to go on?
Yeah.
They must have drove for about 20 minutes and they stopped, pulled in some sort of a driveway.
How'd you figure that?
Well, right after they stopped, they made a half U-turn and then backed up.
Backed up this ramp.
Steep.
Then they stopped and took me out of the truck, blindfolded me and made me get out of the truck.
Now, this place where they stopped, that's where they unloaded the furniture, did they?
Yeah.
They must have taken it out of there.
I heard them thumping around in the truck.
Sounded like they were unloading it.
Well, now what'd they do after they got all the furniture out?
Put me back in, drove out to where you found the truck.
After they both climbed into the back, beat me up.
Don't remember much after that.
Both of them worked you over, huh?
Yeah.
Both of them got in their licks.
Especially the one who was mean to his mother.
He was vicious.
He was mean.
They kept hitting me with their fists until I just passed out.
Don't remember anything after that till I came to in the back of the truck.
That's when I called the cops and the guys in uniform came out.
I guess they're the ones who called you.
Yes, sir.
Now, is there any way that you might be able to tell us where they took you?
You mean when they unloaded the furniture?
Yes, sir.
Well, I think maybe I got an idea.
I tried to figure out how fast they was driving.
And after you've been a driver for a while, you get to know.
I'd say they were going about 20 miles an hour.
We were still in town.
My own guess is that they went out of Alameda.
Must have gone out Santa Fe and then turned onto Alameda.
Mm-hmm.
I remember hearing kids yelling, that'd probably be Santa Fe High School.
Yeah.
I guess we went out of Alameda to maybe 43rd or 44th and they turned right.
Kind of hard to figure it then.
The truck got tied up in traffic.
It was hard to tell if they were stopping for that or they were just at a light.
Right.
But I'd say that they were out about Avalon.
Maybe they went up to San Pedro.
I don't think so.
I'd say Avalon.
Then they turned left and headed for Hawthorne.
Not sure how far they went.
But I figured maybe around Rosa Cranes and then they turned a couple more times and they stopped and drove up that steep ramp.
Mm-hmm.
You figure they ended up around Rosa Cranes and Avalon.
Yeah.
I guess that's not much help though, huh?
Well, it gives us an idea where to start looking.
A couple other things that might help you.
What's that?
Well, it seems that when we started to back up the ramp, I heard a bump.
Like they backed into a car.
They didn't hit it hard, but I bet they did hit a car.
Yeah.
After that, they pulled the truck forward and stopped and backed up again.
This time they scraped into the side of a house.
I could feel it run along the side of the truck.
Sounded like they might have torn up some of the wood on the house.
Yeah.
Will that help any?
Yeah, sir.
We'll have our crime lab check the truck and see if they can come up with anything.
Sure hope you can.
Oh, you talk to my boss yet?
No, sir, but he's been notified, we understand.
I bet he's plenty sore about it.
Well, we wouldn't know about that, but he should understand that it wasn't your fault.
He should, but he won't.
I know.
That right?
Yeah.
He doesn't understand anything that doesn't go on his way.
Spotted a mile off.
What's that, sir?
His head.
All kinds of bumps.
Ten-oh-six a.m.
We continued to question the victim Russell Gilmore.
He gave us descriptions of the two men who kidnapped him.
He also told us that at one time he heard one of the men call the other by the name Leo.
Further, he told us that when the two bandits had taken him from the truck, they'd placed him in a garage.
He was able to feel the wall.
He said that he was sure it was a plaster wall, and as much as he could feel the studs and the wire holding the plaster.
He said that at one time he heard a woman come out of a house and say something to the thieves while they unloaded the truck.
He told us that the garage wasn't very large because there was no echo on the sounds that were made in the building.
We called the office and got out a supplementary broadcast on the thieves carrying their descriptions.
Ten-forty a.m.
Frank and I left the county hospital and drove over to Central Station.
We went up to the crime lab and talked to Ray Pinker.
On the right rear fender, we found evidence that the truck had hit a car.
It looked at some paint chips.
Got them here.
Looks like a blue car, huh?
Yeah.
I checked the paint with the Ditzer Production color book.
Here, I'll show you.
We got all the paints cataloged by color.
Here.
This is the one.
Yeah, but Ray, there are a lot of blues here. How can you be sure this is it?
Well, here. You see they got a color patch on each page in the book, hole in the patch.
Oh, this little hole here, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Well, we just put this chip relief from the truck in the hole.
Now lay it down.
Get this lamp.
There.
Color matches.
Got them the same light and you can see they're the same paint.
Huh. Look at that, Joe. Same.
Yeah, I see.
Well, what do we got out of it, Ray?
Car the truck hit was a 1953 Hudson Jet.
It was a single-tone car.
So the top color matches the body color.
Yeah.
You can only use this on one-color cars unless you got a special order.
Mm-hmm. Did you find any house paint on the side of the truck, Ray?
Yeah. Over here.
Might be able to do a little better on that for you.
Mm-hmm.
House the truck ran into is about 36 years old.
Might be a little more than that, but it's right around there.
How did you come up with that?
Been painted 18 times.
Figure once every two years you come out with 36.
Yeah. How do we know it's been painted every two years?
We don't, Frank, just guessing.
But the layers of paint are pretty even.
Might indicate they did it regularly.
You know, I didn't let the paint go too far before they redid it.
Oh, yeah.
Here are the chips of the house paint.
Here, I'll put one on under the microscope.
Here, take a look, Joe.
Okay.
You see okay?
I haven't got a... I don't know.
I'll adjust it.
Yeah. I see what you mean.
You know, the first coat was a cream white.
And they stuck pretty much to that for the next half dozen paint jobs.
Then they changed to a barn red.
Into a green, then back to cream white.
That goes on for three layers and then to the blue that's on it now.
Ray, if we find the house, can you tell us if it's the same one?
It shouldn't be too hard.
There aren't many of them around.
Well, how many?
Well, 18 coats would be 18 factorial.
That's multiplying 18 times 17, times 16, times 15, so on to times one.
I got it worked out for you.
I hope you have. I'm not with you at all here.
Well, look.
Works out to one in six quadrillion, four hundred and two trillion,
three hundred and seventy three billion, seven hundred and five million,
seven hundred and twenty eight thousand chances of finding its twin.
Oh. That's pretty long odds.
Well, if every man, woman and child on the face of the earth owned ten houses apiece,
there wouldn't be another one like it.
The
1137 a.m. We put in a call to Layton Prince.
Harlan Stahl told us that his crew had gone over the truck thoroughly,
but had failed to come up with anything.
We contacted the stats office and asked them to make a run on the M.O.
that the thieves had used.
They told us that the results would be ready for us late in the afternoon.
We contacted hit and run detail, but there'd been no reports
that could have been the car that the truck had hit.
We went to the office and got a large map of the city.
Then we drove out to the county hospital to talk to the victim again.
We asked him to trace his movements while he'd been held prisoner in the back of the truck.
He drew a line down Santa Fe Avenue up to Alameda
and over to Avalon Boulevard on 43rd Street.
From there, he traced the streets down to Rosecrans Avenue.
He drew a circle on the map centered on the intersection of Rosecrans Avenue and Avalon Boulevard.
He told us that we'd find the house we were looking for inside the circle.
Before we left him, we made arrangements for the mug shots to be taken to the hospital
for him to check for a possible identification of the suspects.
1240 p.m. We contacted Records and Identification Division
and asked them if they'd had any luck on running the name Leo.
We were told that they had three possibles for us.
The addresses on the packages were not in the area that had been circled by the victim Russell Gilmore.
We got in touch with Lieutenant Jack Smires and filled him in on the developments.
He called Metro Division and made arrangements for three additional teams of men
to work with us in a search of the streets within the circle drawn by the victim.
He also contacted the Divisional Commanders and asked for their cooperation.
The men were instructed to find a residence with a steep driveway leading to a detached garage.
The house would have a wooden porch on the right side of the house as it faced the street.
It would be damaged to the wood on the porch.
Also, there was a possibility that a Hudson automobile would be parked either in the driveway
or on the street right next to it.
The car would have some damage done to it.
5.15 p.m. Frank and I got back to the office from the search area.
I'm sure tired. I'm with you. A lot of streets out there.
Yeah, a lot of houses on the streets. What are the guys from Metro doing?
I don't know. I'll get it.
Robbery Friday. Yep.
Just a minute. Let me get there.
Yeah, okay. Hang on to it. We'll be right out.
Right.
Well, the Metro boys did some good. The house. They found it.
The address given us on the phone was 1486 Cedar Street down in Compton.
It took us 35 minutes to get out there from the city hall.
The officers from Metro Division Reserve stood by until we got there.
We found the house located on Cedar between Dwight Street and Tawada Avenue.
It was a one-story frame building with a stucco garage in the rear of the lot.
On the left front side of the house was a wooden porch which had been scraped by some large object.
Several of the pickets in the railing were broken.
On the street in front of the house next door we found a 1953 Hudson jet painted a light blue.
There was a dent in the left rear fender.
We couldn't tell for certain, but the color of the car and the color of the paint on the porch seemed to match the chips that we'd seen in the crime lab.
While the officers from Metro covered the rear of the building, Frank and I rang the front doorbell.
There was no answer. We checked the garage, but we found nothing that would tie the house owners in
with the robbery kidnapping.
The interior walls of the garage were rough wooden studs.
Between them we could see chicken wire embedded in plaster.
The physical description of the house, the ramp leading to the garage, the garage itself,
and the car parked on the street matched in every detail the picture that we'd been given by the victim.
6.10 p.m. We got the name Conrad Lewis from the mailbox in front of the house,
and while the officers from Metro checked it with our office, Frank and I went next door to talk with the neighbors.
Yeah?
I wonder if we could talk to you, ma'am.
Sure. Who are you?
Well, it might be better if we got in off the porch.
You ain't coming in here unless I know who and what you are.
We're police officers.
Oh?
Yes, ma'am. Here's our identification.
Oh, yeah. Well, come on in.
Thank you, ma'am.
I'm Myrtle Richards.
This is my partner Sergeant Friday. I'm Frank Smith.
Oh, how do you do?
How are you, ma'am?
You just sit down. I'll turn off the television.
Thank you.
Comedy. I've seen it before a couple of times. I always laugh at them again, though. They're funny.
Yes, ma'am.
It's a great bone to the people, television.
This one's only 12 inch, but I think maybe next year I'll get a bigger one, maybe even color.
They got it now, you know. It's true color. It's beautiful.
Yes, ma'am.
Of course, I ain't actually seen it myself. I just read about it, you know. Beautiful.
Oh, I'm a great fan. I got it on all day.
Right from the early show to the late, late show.
I understand next week one of them stations is going to start an early, early show next week.
Start an early, early show. Now that'll be nice, won't it?
Yes, ma'am, sure. I wonder if we could ask you a few questions.
By certainly. You just go right ahead.
That car out front, does that belong to you?
The blue one?
Yes, ma'am.
Yeah, that's mine. I just got it a few months ago.
That's what you're here about, huh?
I beg your pardon?
About how somebody hit my car. Big dent. Isn't that what you're here for?
No, not exactly. Do you know who hit your car?
No. I wish I did. If I knew, I'd sue them.
Imagine hitting a car this parked right at the curb, not leaving a note or something to say who did it.
Person who ran into me must be insured. It wouldn't cost him nothing. All he had to do was leave a card.
Yes, ma'am. When was the automobile hit?
Yesterday morning. I walked down to the market to do some shopping and get some things for dinner.
Prats, little potato chips, things to eat while I watched the TV.
When I got back, the dent was there. Did it while I was gone. Did it and didn't even leave a card.
Yes, ma'am. Could you tell us who lives next door to you, please?
Which side?
The left side over there.
Well, that's Lewis' house. Why are you asking about them?
How long have they lived there, do you know?
Yeah, I guess it's been about ten years. They moved in right after Conrad.
That's Mr. Lewis right after he opened up the new store.
What line of business is he in?
Well, he's got some kind of a shipping business. Has deals with different stores all over the state.
Did you see Mr. Lewis yesterday?
Yes. Matter of fact, I did. He come over like usual at 5.30.
He usually come over at that time, does he?
Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, yeah.
You see, there's a TV show he likes to see. I watch it, but his wife don't care for it.
She watches something else, so Conrad comes over here. He was here last night.
You see him during the day at all?
No, I didn't.
Do you know where they are tonight?
I'm not sure, but I think they went to the movies.
Seems to me Mrs. Lewis said that her and Conrad was going to a show over in town.
That's probably for us. I'll get them.
I imagine so. Isn't anybody come calling on me this time of night?
Oh, it's Henderson, Joe. I'll be right back.
Have you noticed any trucks in the neighborhood lately, Mrs. Richards?
Oh, well, I'll have to think about that for a minute.
You don't mean like the garbage you can truck, do you?
No, man. Large moving vans.
I see the others quite a bit.
Yeah.
Well, let me see.
Well, there were some people who just moved into a new house down the street.
That was about a month ago. That didn't help.
Well, thank you, Mrs. Richards.
Joe, see you in a minute.
Yeah. Excuse me, please, Mrs. Richards.
Yeah, you go right ahead.
Yeah.
Henderson ran the name Conrad Lewis through the files.
He's been convicted for armed robbery.
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The record showed that Conrad Lewis had been arrested for suspicion of armed robbery 10 years before.
He'd been brought to trial, convicted, and sent to San Quentin.
He'd served six years, and then he'd been released.
He was not on parole at the time.
Frank and I parked our car down the street from Lewis' house,
and we waited for him to return.
At 10.57 p.m., we saw a dark-colored Lincoln sedan turn onto the street
and swing into the driveway of the Lewis residence.
A man and a woman got out of the car and entered the house.
Frank and I waited a few minutes, and then we walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
Yeah?
You Conrad Lewis?
Yeah, that's right. Who are you?
Police officers. I'd like to talk to you.
Sure. Come on in.
What's this all about, something wrong?
You own a truck?
A truck. Do you own one?
No. You mind telling me what this is all about?
Can you account for your time since Monday night?
Why?
Can you?
Look, I don't know what this is all about,
and I'm not going to tell you a thing until you let me know what you want.
Now, what do you want?
The answers to those two questions.
12.15 a.m.
It had been only a little over 48 hours since Russell Gilmore had been kidnapped and beaten,
and we had a suspect in custody.
However, Lewis refused to admit any complicity in the crime.
We talked to him for several hours, but he told us nothing.
He admitted that he'd been arrested before and that he'd served time in San Quentin.
However, he stuck to his statement that since his release, he'd done his best to live by the law.
With the evidence at hand, he was booked at the main jail
on a charge of suspicion of violation of Section 211 P.C.
We obtained the keys to his place of business, and Frank and I went out to check it.
It was a large wholesale store selling used furniture.
A search at the premises failed to turn up any of the stolen merchandise.
While Frank went through the stock rooms, I checked the business ledgers.
Nothing back there either, Joe. How'd you do?
Well, according to these, Lewis does a big shipping business.
That's what the woman next door told us.
Yeah, he's been making shipments up to Oakland regular.
Books tell what they were?
Yeah, right here.
He's been sending large lots of used stuff to a place on MacArthur Boulevard.
There's a whole list of it here. Tables, living room sets, TV sets.
Better get in touch with the police up there and have them check this place out, huh?
Yeah. Without that stolen property, we're not going to have a very good case against them.
You got the address of the place up north?
Yeah. Let's go back to the office and get a call in.
Right. Sure hope they come up with the answers.
Well, if they don't, we might be in trouble.
Yeah?
The DA's office is liable to throw the whole thing out.
Thursday, June 5th, 820 a.m.
We put in a call to Captain of Inspector Tony Bolger in Oakland
and asked him to check on the recipient of the furniture shipment from Lewis.
We also gave him as detailed a description of the stolen merchandise as we were able to obtain.
In the meantime, Lewis had been admitted to bail and was released.
Thursday, 1115 p.m.
Frank and I got back to the office from checking a lead on one of the suspects who'd driven the truck.
I got it.
Robbery Friday. Yeah. Yes, it is.
All right. Tony Bolger from Oakland.
Let's hope we called it.
Yeah. Yeah, Tony.
Yeah?
What'd he say?
Well, that's the way it looked from here.
What? Yeah, right.
Okay. Thank you.
How about it?
When you talk to the man who bought the stuff, he's clean.
How about the merchandise itself?
It's all stolen.
1120 p.m.
We got in touch with Lieutenant Smyers and filled him in on the new developments.
After we talked to him, we contacted officers Max Herman and Ed Benson
and made arrangements to meet them at the house on Cedar Street.
It took us less than half an hour to get out to Compton.
The other officers were there by the time we arrived.
While they covered the back door, Frank and I went up to the front.
You think he knows it's us?
I don't know. Try it again.
The car's in the driveway. We know he's in there.
Wait a minute.
Sounds like somebody's coming now.
Yeah?
What are you doing out here?
Aren't you guys ever going to get off my back?
Mind if we come in and talk?
I got a choice.
No, you haven't.
Come on in.
Want to go through the house again?
That won't be necessary.
Yeah.
I'm glad of that.
What's it about this time?
Same as before.
Maybe you better spell it for me.
We can go that route if that's the way you want it.
Go ahead. I like fairy tales.
All right. We got a report from the victim who was robbed and kidnapped.
He was able to give us a description of this house, of your garage and of the whole setup.
You've been on a spike again. You see him.
We took a sample of the paint from your front porch.
It matches paint found on a truck that was hijacked.
A lot of houses in L.A.
Not painted like this one.
You think you're going to send me to the joint with a batch of paint?
It's going to help.
Look, cop, you know I've been in the rounds.
I've seen enough trouble to know it's rough to get a conviction with circumstantial evidence.
That's all you've got with me. Nothing more.
Now why don't you go home and I'll just forget you were here tonight.
We got the plant.
What?
We got the plant. They moved in on it.
The man you sold the stolen furniture to is willing to testify.
You know we got you cold. Now why not cop out?
That's the way it hangs, huh?
That's the way.
All right. I'll get my coat and go with you.
Just point it out. We'll get it for you.
In the closet.
Never mind.
He's making a pain in the...
Outside.
He's in his car.
Yeah, come on.
He's heading down toward Rosecrans.
Better hit the siren.
Right.
He's turning on the Rosecrans. Take a left.
I got him.
See him?
Wait a minute.
Yeah, up ahead there.
Dry shot?
Better not. Too many people around.
Can't you close in on him?
I think we're pulling up.
Making a turn.
Yeah.
Stay with him.
Hang on.
It's a dead end, Frank.
Yeah.
He's in trouble, Joe.
Come on.
Let's get him out of there.
That door is stuck.
Wait a minute. I'll give you a hand.
There.
Can you get him?
Better call an ambulance. The motor's in his lap.
Is he still alive?
Looks like it.
Can you help me here?
Yeah, let me get in there.
All right.
Come on. Let's put him down here.
Yeah.
All right. Take it easy, Lewis.
I'll call the ambulance.
Right.
Take it easy, Lewis. We've sent for a doctor.
I didn't see the sign.
I didn't see the sign.
I didn't know the street didn't go through.
Lousy break.
Lousy break.
I'd have made it if I stayed off this street.
You'd never have got me if I'd stayed off this street.
I just turned the car, and all of a sudden I was on a dead end.
I'm afraid you're wrong there, mister.
Huh?
You've been there a long time.
The story you have just heard is true.
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300,000 retail tobacco stores from coast to coast.
The famous covered bridge has been honored this week
by a new Christmas tune, the Kissing Bridge.
You'll be hearing a lot of it between now and Christmas.
So give the gift that everybody's talking about,
America's most popular two-way cigarette,
regular and king-size Chesterfield,
premium quality Chesterfield.
Best to give, best to get for Christmas.
The Chesterfield Christmas Carton
The Kissing Bridge
Conrad Austin Lewis and his Confederates were apprehended
and brought to trial on 11 counts of grand theft auto
and one count of kidnapping.
They were found guilty and sentenced as prescribed by law.
Grand theft auto is punishable by imprisonment
in the state penitentiary for a period of not less than one,
nor more than 10 years.
Kidnapping is punishable by imprisonment for a term
of from one to 25 years in the state penitentiary.
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.
Technical advisors, Captain Jack Donahoe, Sergeant Marty Wynn,
and Sergeant Vance Brasher.
Heard tonight were Ben Alexander, Vic Perrin, Virginia Greg, Jim Griffith.
Script by John Robinson.
Music by Walter Schuman.
Hal Gibney speaking.
Watch an entirely new Dragnet case history
each week on your local NBC television station.
Please check your newspapers for the day and time.
Chesterfield has brought you Dragnet transcribed from Los Angeles.
Buy new Fatima, the smooth smoke with Fatima tips of perfect cork.
King size for longer filtering and Fatima quality
for a much better flavor and aroma.
This Christmas give Fatima in the special Christmas carton,
cork tip and plain ends too.
Here Merle Muller and the news next on the NBC Radio Network.