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Was Thursday, January 21st.
Was cold in Los Angeles.
We were working the night watch out of Narcotics Bureau.
My partner is Ben Romero.
The boss is Thad Brown, Chief of Detectives.
My name is Friday.
I was on the way back into work and it was 3.49 p.m. when I got to the main lobby of
the City Hall.
Public phone booth.
Hello?
Hello, Ma.
This is Joe.
Joseph, you said you were going to be home at 4 o'clock.
Oh, I couldn't help it, Ma.
They changed the schedule.
I got my stuff all right.
Thanks for packing it.
Well, I put your socks and your clean T-shirts on the bed.
Did you put them in your bag?
Yeah, I got them.
You got them off the clothesline right after you called.
They weren't quite dry or I would have packed them for you.
I got them all right.
Listen, Ma, I'll call you whenever I get the chance, and don't worry.
How long are you going to be gone?
I haven't any idea.
Maybe a month.
All depends.
How can I get in touch with you?
You can't.
Call Ben.
He'll get the message to me somehow.
Where is it you're going, Joseph?
Well, I'm not going anyplace, Ma.
I'll be right here in the city, but I just won't be able to come home for a little while.
It's a special job.
Oh, like the last time?
Yeah.
Well, you be careful now.
Watch what you order when you're eating out and there was awful rest, but then get your rest.
Yes, Ma.
You need plenty of rest.
Yeah, okay, Ma.
I'll be all right.
I was shopping today.
I bought a nice loin roast for dinner tomorrow night.
No, you won't be here.
Why don't you invite the neighbors over?
The Newtons?
That'd be good company for you.
Maybe I'll ask your Aunt Elizabeth over.
Yeah.
Now, don't worry, if you want to get in touch with me, you deliver the message to Ben, okay?
Yes, all right.
What kind of work are you going to be doing?
Is it going to be dangerous?
Oh, it's just another job, Ma.
It'll work out.
I'll call you when I can.
All right, Joseph.
Be careful now.
Take care of yourself.
Yeah, you too.
Bye, Ma.
Bye, Joseph.
Bye.
I left the phone booth and started down the corridor.
I went up a short flight of stairs and turned left.
The afternoon crowd in the city hall seemed heavier than usual.
I walked past the elevators and turned right down another corridor.
It was 3.58 p.m.
And I got to room 24, Narcotics Bureau.
Captain White?
Hi, Joel.
You want to take these?
Yeah, sure.
Here's my badge.
Okay.
Here's all my identification and my gun.
All right.
I'll take care of them for you.
These clothes look all right.
Just a minute.
Now let's see.
Yeah, I don't like that tie.
Romero?
Yes, Gabor?
Let's see your tie.
Yeah, swap with Friday, will you, Ben?
Christmas tie is pretty loud.
Mine's not.
That's the idea.
Here.
Here's some stuff to carry in your pocket.
Social Security card, ID card, all made out to Joe Kibert.
And some book matches from St. Louis, a couple from Reno, Nevada.
Okay.
You pick up another gun?
I loaned him my.25 automatic.
It's small, it's easy to carry.
Suit yourself.
I don't have to tell you to be careful.
No.
It's a chance we've been waiting for, Joe.
A lot depends on you.
I'll do what I can.
Just one thing I want to tell you.
Take your time.
Take all the time you need.
Don't push it.
I understand.
No time limit.
Your time's up when they find out who you are.
Captain Lynn White and I left the Narcotics Bureau together with Ben and Johnny Bingham.
We went down the hall to the office of Chief of Detectives Thad Brown.
As in most major narcotic cases, the plan involved the coordinated work of all three offices.
The federal, state, and our own local bureau.
The operation involved a great many men and a lot of time.
When we got to the Chief of Detectives office, two men were with him.
Bill Craig, the agent in charge of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics for the Southern California area,
and Inspector Virgil Beckner, head of the State Narcotics Bureau for our district.
All of us had one common goal, the apprehension and conviction of two men,
Arthur Belmont and Ralph Costello.
The first man on the list, Ralph Costello.
Chief Brown outlined the overall plan.
Craig, your federal men have been tracking Costello off and on for three years now.
Becks of your state agents.
Same for our men.
There's time we can't afford to miss.
You figure an undercover man working locally?
That right, Chief?
Yeah, Craig, he'll start right from the bottom, work up the line until he gets to Costello if he gets there.
Beck?
Where are you going to start?
Uh, Kevin White, would you lay it out to Beck and Craig?
Yeah. Friday here is going to handle the job. He's got his full instructions.
Joe, you want to film him?
All right. I'll make my first contact tonight.
I'll meet in a bar down on South Pico with another one of our undercover men, Benny Arradondo.
He'll introduce me as Joe Kiber to one of his informants.
The informant is supposed to help get me into the Flats gang.
The same bunch running on the south end of town?
Yeah, small time peddlers. Precurious, a little bit of everything. Go on Friday.
When I get in the gang, I run with them until I find out where and how they make their buys.
You actually get a contact, you make buys all the way up the line and get as close as you can to the town.
Yeah, that's right.
Worked out your contact with us?
He knows that under no conditions will he be seen around the department here.
It's been set up that I have a hotel room lined up down on the east side.
Romero here and Captain White will be my only contact with the office.
I'll be using the name Joe Kiber.
Sounds all right to me. How about you, Craig?
How about that informant Friday? Can you count on him?
Arradondo thinks a lot of him. He says he's a good man.
He's the first rung on the ladder. He's got to be solid.
If he's not, we won't have far to fall.
Depends on how you look at it. You can kill yourself in the bathtub.
8 p.m. Thursday, January 21st.
I checked in at the Casino Hotel on Terminal Street.
I registered as Joe Kiber, Omaha, Nebraska.
I was given the key for room 5.
The rent was $7 a week.
I unpacked a few things I had in my bag and went down the hall and took a shower.
I went down to the lunch room on the corner.
I had an egg sandwich and a cup of coffee.
It was 11.18 p.m. when I walked into Blue Rites Bar and Grill.
I ordered a beer and sat down.
I watched the Missing Persons program on the television set above the bar.
Hello, somebody, Kiber?
Hello, Benny. Been here long?
I just got here. Where's your boy?
Sitting over there with that fella in the blue suit.
His name's Gene.
Who is the guy in the blue suit?
One of the flats gang.
Gene's lining up your introduction now.
Guy's name is Ludwig. I call him Lud.
He knows me as Steve.
Right. What do we do?
Sit tight till Gene gives us the word.
The tie of yours looks like it's on fire.
It'd look all right?
I wouldn't wear it. Lud would.
Get in the hotel, okay?
Yeah, all set. Room 5.
Gene wants us. Let's go.
Hi, Steve.
So your boy got here.
Yeah. Gene, meet Joe Kiber.
Hi.
This is Lud. Joe Kiber.
Sit down.
You like the fights, Kiber?
Yeah. I got nothing out here in that line.
I used to go to the garden when I was east.
I got some fine cards with the Legion.
Where?
Hollywood Legion. Friday nights. Some classy looking fighters out there.
Where is that?
Out in Hollywood. Nice little stadium.
I'd like to go with you sometime.
Tomorrow?
I got a date. Maybe next week.
Bring her along. A lot of women go.
Not this one.
Okay.
Are you guys hungry?
I could eat.
Yeah.
Joe? Sure. How about here?
Nobody eats here.
Steam table over there. This stuff smells pretty good.
So does garbage if the wind's blowing the other way.
Let's get a French tip sandwich, huh?
How about Galbraith's over on Satella?
Okay. How about you guys?
Sure.
Let's go.
All right.
You from the east, Kibit?
Omaha, Memphis. All around.
Yeah.
You don't talk very much.
You do.
You talk tough. Are you tough?
Sometimes.
This place we're gonna go eat sometimes the meat's tough too.
Yeah.
Just like a piece of tough meat, you can always cut it down to size.
The following week at the fights, I met some of the other members of the Flats gang.
They were a typical group of hoodlums.
Unlike fiction writers who portrayed them, generally gangs of this type do not operate under a gang leader.
Each member considers himself the best of the lot.
For all practical purposes, they didn't need a leader.
But as in any group, some men are more dominant than others.
Lud was one of these.
Because of his tough manner, I observed that the gang members placed confidence in Lud.
It was then that I decided that I had to be tougher than he was if the gang was going to accept me.
Five weeks went by.
March 7th. There was still no mention by any of them that they were either using or dealing in narcotics.
Come on in, Kibber. Sit down.
Lud.
Kibber, meet Jerry Phil.
Hi.
I picked up the tickets for the basketball game tonight.
Good seats?
Yeah, they look okay.
Got an extra, Ducky? Maybe I tag along.
Yeah, we got four.
You look kind of sad, Kibber.
He always looks that way. First he was tough, now he's sad.
You and that mouth, you know it all, don't you?
No offense, you look a little low.
I don't know about you, Kibber, but I'm a little under par.
I'm gonna have myself a pop. You interested?
No, I don't use it.
Why don't you try it? You might get a kick out of it.
I have. It's all right going up, but it's nothing coming down.
That's where you make a mistake. Stay up, don't come down.
Huh, Lud?
You heard what he said, Jerry. You don't like it.
How does he know? He never stayed up long enough.
Take your pop and shut up.
You talk about Kibber trying to be tough, you think you're the big wheel around here.
That's enough.
You ought to quit giving orders, Lud. You're no better than the rest.
Little man, knock off that kind of talk and keep us both happy.
You, you...
...deboss man.
You know, I got one positive way to shut you.
Why don't you two quit, huh?
This concerns me and Fell, you keep your mouth shut.
Well, don't get mad at me. I only wanted to save an argument.
Can't I, sir?
Now look, big mouth, you can push Fell around, but not me.
Now you're playing the tough guy again, ain't you?
Why don't you go over there and sit down, huh?
You'll sit me down, punk.
All right, now listen to me, both of you.
I'm tired of being talked down to like a junior member of the firm.
You either treat me equal or leave me alone. You understand?
You had it coming, Lud.
Yeah.
All right, put that bottle down, Lud.
Where'd you get that gun?
The car, that thing right along?
Right along. Put it down, Lud.
Okay.
I'm long on memory, Cabba, remember that.
Yeah, and I'm real short on patience with you.
Well, I still haven't had my pop.
Better hurry, I don't want to miss the game.
You've got good seats, huh, Cabba?
They're not too low.
I can't see nothing if they're too low.
Don't worry, you'll be high enough.
Two months went by.
By playing the tough guy, I gained a great deal of prestige in the eyes of the other gang members.
Jerry Fell made sure that all the members heard about that episode up in Lud's room.
Dealers and users of narcotics rarely carry guns.
The members of the Flats gang were small-time peddlers and users.
They're referred to as mules or small fry.
When they found that I carried a gun at all times, they were impressed.
They considered me one of them.
Since the very beginning of my undercover work, I met weekly with Ben Romero and Captain Lynn White of the Narcotics Bureau.
I would be picked up at a different location each time, making sure that I wasn't followed,
and we would remain in the car and drive around in a remote section of the city discussing my progress with the gang.
During this first three-month period, under the pretext that I had clients to furnish,
I made two small narcotics buys, one for $13 and one for $8.
As soon as the purchases were made, I would mark them for identification, contact Ben,
and then turn the narcotics over to him to be booked as evidence by the property clerk at Central Division.
Another month went by. Thursday, June 5th, 11 p.m.
We had just returned from the midget auto races and we were sitting around in Lud's room.
You mentioned something out at the races, Carpenter. What's on your mind?
I told you, Lud, I need a half a dozen caps right away. I got people putting a bite on me. Old customers.
How old can they be? You've only been out here five months, remember?
When they're hooked, they get to be old customers in a month.
I fixed up two buys with Morris for you. Tony says he can't handle any more, hasn't got enough around.
You got on board late, you know. All of us are ahead of you.
Tony can get more. Who's his source?
A couple of guys. I know them.
How about an office to one of them?
You deal with Tony.
You said he hasn't got enough.
That's right, I did.
Okay. How much do you want?
They're your customers. What's it worth?
They'll pay. What's the guy's name?
Costello's one of them. He'll have enough for you.
Who's the other guy?
He'll deal with Costello for now.
Where can I meet him?
Marcell will set it up for you. I got a meeting in an hour.
Coming.
Police officers. Shake it down down a hole.
What's the trouble?
Checking for a robbery suspect.
Find anything, George? Room's clean.
We don't know anything about a heist.
You'll have to come downtown to answer a few questions.
What's the matter with you, fella? You look like we spoiled your party.
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The chance of my being picked up while working on an undercover assignment
was one which all of us had considered.
Since only a handful of men out of some 5,000 working police officers in the department
knew anything about our narcotics investigation,
we knew that such an occurrence was not impossible.
It's one of the chances we had to take.
In this instance, we lost and the critical meeting with one of the men we were after was forestalled.
How long our detention at police headquarters would delay my meeting with Ralph Costello
was anybody's guess.
Could mean weeks or maybe months.
I was booked on suspicion of 211 PC robbery.
So was Lud.
The next afternoon I was taken from cell block 10D2 to the interrogation room.
Come on in and sit down, Kiber.
How are you Friday?
There's a tight squeeze.
Book and numbers been canceled, Joe.
Prints been stopped.
Those two men from robbery who pulled me in, Wynn and Donahoe,
I thought I was in trouble for a minute.
They had no idea you were in that room.
Once they got up there, they had to follow through.
Well, they played it right. They remembered their etiquette.
If either one of them had said hello before you did, you might have been in big trouble.
Well, I'm in big trouble anyway.
I had a meet all set with Costello. Almost set, anyway.
Just a case of bad timing in that pick-up, huh?
Well, if they'd have got there two hours later, it might have been different.
Well, how do you stand now? How close are you to Costello?
I need some more money. I got to pay off Lud.
And he'll take you to Costello if you pay the right price?
Yeah. Lud's working through more so you know about him.
Remember Friday, if there's any questions when you get back to that gang,
you were booked for CCW. You're out on bail.
I got you another gun, Joe. 32 automatic, okay?
Yeah, thanks. I couldn't go back with the same one.
What about the federal and state men? How are they doing?
Pretty good. Federal men picked up Costello in Fresno.
He was connected with a sale of six cans of H.
That much heroin up there, no wonder Lud can afford to hold me up.
He knows there's a shortage down here.
The case isn't too strong against him.
When it looked definite that we had him, they were going to call you off.
He's out on bail.
Costello's back down here now.
Yeah. Seems like we got our hands on the guy, but we can't hold him.
The narcotics in their possession are under their control.
That's what the book says. That's the way we got to get him.
We'll get him that way.
It's up to you now, Friday. Stay with it and keep your chin covered.
Well, if you need anything, Joe, call.
Mother's been over at the house for dinner a few times. She's okay.
Thanks. Tell her I'm all right, will you?
Sure. She worries a lot about you, Joe.
Anything happen to you is just about killer.
That makes two of us. I'll see you.
Before I left the city hall, Captain White drew out some more money
for the drug service fund.
This fund is for the sole purpose of undercover work.
This latest amount was for the narcotics buy that I hoped to make with Ralph Costello.
An hour before I left, Ludd was released on a writ that he'd arranged for.
Saturday, June 7th, 9 a.m., I checked back into my room at the Casino Hotel.
During the three weeks that followed, I kept asking Ludd to arrange a meeting for me with Tony Moores,
the next man on the ladder on the way up to Costello.
Ludd kept stalling me.
Another week went by.
Captain Lynn White, Ben and I held our regular weekly meetings.
On July 6th, Ludd told me that a meeting with Moores had finally been arranged for 8 p.m. that night.
I called Ben and told him I'd meet him and the captain immediately after I talked with Moores.
At 8 p.m., following the instructions Ludd had given me, I was in the downstairs waiting room
at the subway terminal at 5th and Hill.
I was told to wait by the apple vending machine.
Excuse me, mister.
Oh, yeah. Sure.
Kiber?
Yeah. You Moores?
That's right. Want an apple?
No, no thanks.
Well, sit down.
All right.
Now, what do you have in mind?
I got a couple hundred bucks to spend. Can you handle it?
Who sent you?
You know who sent me.
Sure I do. I just want to hear you say it.
Ludd.
We can handle it. What do you have in mind?
I said $200 worth. That's 40 caps.
We got it.
No, not that Mexican junk. I want European stuff.
You bought before. You'll take what we got.
That last buy I made through Ludd, the junk was cut to nothing.
I can only use so much milk and sugar, you know.
By the time it got to you, it was probably cut pretty thin. So is the price you paid for it.
I'm not looking for bargains. I push to good people. I want good stuff.
You'll do better this time. You're not dealing with Ludd.
Sure, we cut it. No more than anybody else. Not as much as Ludd.
When can I get it?
You got some sick people?
Couple.
Have it for you in an hour.
Where's the meat?
Got a watch?
Yeah.
What time you got?
Twelve minutes after eight.
Add a minute. Make it thirteen after.
Okay.
An hour from now. Nine thirteen. Meet Ludd at Macy and Brooklyn on the corner.
He'll tell you what to do.
Will Ludd have it?
Meet Ludd at nine thirteen. See you later, Kiber.
Oh, wait a minute. How do I know you're leveling?
How do I know you are?
I went out the front of the subway terminal building. I took a cab down to Seventh and Main.
I got off and walked into Pop Sherman's bar.
I called the office and set up a meeting with Ben and the captain.
I ordered a beer, paid for it, left my change in the bar, asked the bartender to watch it, told him I'd be right back.
I went out the back way, crossed the alley, and got down to Los Angeles Street.
I walked up to Ninth and picked up a cab to take me to Fulton and Covina Avenue.
I got out and walked two blocks. It was 841.
Hi.
You meet Morse?
Yeah.
Sure nobody tailed you?
I took all the precautions.
What's the set up?
I'm not sure and I don't have much time. I'm gonna make the buy tonight.
When?
Nine thirteen.
You don't have much time. You're kind of rushing it, aren't you?
I figured I'd better play along.
Who's we'll meet where?
Morse told me to meet Ludd at Macy and Brooklyn. He said that he'd carry it from there.
Costello in on it?
I don't know. You got it all.
All right. We'll start picking up the flats gang. Everyone but Ludd.
What do you think?
The way I got it figured. Morse is Costello's runner. He checked me out. As far as I could tell, he thinks I'm okay.
Yeah.
I got a hunch Ludd's gonna take me to either Morse again or Costello or possibly both.
I don't know where the actual meet's gonna be.
That means a tail job.
We'll have to pick you up at Macy and Brooklyn and stick with you until after Ludd leaves, if he does, and follow through with you.
Figure it wide, Skipper.
Don't worry. I know we're close. What time you got, Romero?
Ten minutes to nine.
Turn down the next block.
Right.
Pull up here, Ben.
Here you go, Friday. Keep your chin covered.
Yep.
Hey.
Hello, Phil.
Friends of yours in the car?
Why?
I know them. They ain't friends of mine.
I didn't say I knew them.
I don't know the guy driving, but the other guy, I seen him lots. Just about four weeks ago, we all seen him. That fuzz white, a carix man.
Oh, yeah. Well, they been ridin' me since they picked me up with a gun.
Won't do, cop. A carix man ain't got nothin' on you. That was robbery, remember?
They got a make on me from Nebraska. They been on me ever since I got here.
Bad figures. You're one of them.
All right, look, Jerry, I'll argue with you later. I'm in a hurry. I gotta meet Ludd.
I tag along. I wanna see Ludd, too.
You gonna spill the Ludd about what you think?
Maybe. I figure I owe it to him. I known him a lot longer than you. I know he ain't up, cop.
You're sure that I am?
I know you are. Let's see what Ludd thinks.
Yeah.
All right, come on. On your feet. Get out.
I looked at my watch. It was two minutes to nine. In 15 minutes, I had to meet Ludd.
I had to get Jerry fell. I couldn't take the chance of him getting to Ludd before I did.
I couldn't leave him. I couldn't take him with me.
I pulled him to his feet and half dragged and half carried him two blocks before I spotted a patrolman.
Hey, officer. Officer, over here.
Yeah, what's the trouble?
I'm Friday, central narcotics.
Yeah.
Take this man and get him downtown. Contact Chief Brown. He'll identify me.
Serial number 2288. Friday, narcotics. Suspect's name here is Jerry Fell. You got it?
Yeah. You got some kind of identification?
No, I haven't. Not a thing. It's a special duty.
I'm sorry. I don't know you. I have to hold you till I call in.
All right. But hurry, huh?
Call box right here.
This is Carlson, box 117. Check on a matter with Chief of Detective Brown, will you?
Yeah, that's right. I have a man here who identifies himself as Friday. What's your first name?
Joe. Joe Friday. Tell him to hurry.
Yeah. Joe Friday, central narcotics. Serial number 2288. Says he's in a hurry. Holding a suspect, Jerry Fell. I'll hold on.
You might watch this five after nine. What time you got?
I got six minutes after. It might be a little fast.
Any cab stands around here?
Four blocks up the street.
Which way?
That way. Yeah. Okay, I will. Thank you.
Okay, Sergeant. Sorry to hold you up. Need any help?
No, you just hang on to this guy. Don't let him go.
I started to run. Macy and Brooklyn. Six blocks away and I had eight minutes to make it.
A narcotics buy is one date you're not late for. Either you're there at the specified time or there's no deal.
The veteran narcotics peddler knows that that's the only safe way for him to operate.
A minute one way or the other could mean an arrest. I ran.
You're out of breath, Kuyber. Anything wrong?
No, the cab broke down. I didn't want to be late.
You got 40 seconds. That's cutting it pretty thin, but it'll do. Come on.
Right here. By this lamppost?
I said right in front of it. Don't move to the left or right. Stay put. They'll handle the rest. So long.
Get in, Kuyber.
Got the money?
Right here.
Two hundred. Here's your package.
That's it. Joe Kuyber, meet Ralph Costello.
Hi. Hello.
Out this side, Kuyber.
Okay. I'll see you.
Did you make the buy Friday?
Yeah. Take him.
Hi, Joe.
Ben, I thought you were with the captain.
They don't need me. That intersection's blocked off up there. They're pulling them over right now. See?
Yeah. They got him.
Costello in the car?
Yeah.
Well, that's half of the team. Now what?
We'll go after the big man, Arthur Belmont.
Took us seven months and four days to get to Costello. Lots of time.
Yeah. Always seems to work out that way, doesn't it?
What's that?
They always run out of time before we do.
The story you have just heard was true. Only the names were changed to protect the innocent.
On July 6th at 10.45 p.m., Ralph Costello was taken to the Narcotics Bureau, the interrogation room.
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