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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, July 9th. It was warm in Los Angeles. We were working the night watch out of homicide detail.
My partner's Ben Romero. The boss is Thad Brown, chief of detectives. My name's Friday.
It was 11.25 p.m. when we got to 543 West Bixle Street. Front door.
Homicide?
That's right. This is Friday. My name's Romero.
Klein, Unit 16R.
How are you?
Partner's Thomas. He's in with the victim's mother and son. Back this way, sleeping porch.
Okay.
What's the story?
Really a nasty mess. Looks like a shotgun. Victim's face is half gone.
What's the name?
Steven's. 28 years old.
What do you got so far?
Not much. Your mother's in a state of shock. Talked the young boy for a minute.
Pretty terrible. Here's the sleeping porch.
You heard God.
Yeah.
They got a little kid by her side. He knocks the props out from under you.
What do you got on it?
Seems as Josephine Stevens and her seven-year-old boy were sleeping in the bed when it happened.
Haven't been able to fill it all out yet, but from what the youngster told us, it happened about 30 minutes ago.
I'd say it was a shotgun too, wouldn't you, Joe?
Yeah, it looks like it.
You can see by the head of the bed here, it looks like shotgun pellets.
Yeah.
The screen in the door here looks like it was recently torn.
Yeah, Thomas and I noticed that too. We made an immediate search the area. Didn't turn up anybody.
Backyard, round the side, shrubbery. Didn't find anything.
Yeah.
We were careful not to step off onto the soft earth anywhere around. Didn't want a chance to destroy any prints or anything.
That's fine.
Did you talk to the girl's mother at all, Klein?
Very little. She's still hysterical. Doesn't seem to know what she's saying. Couldn't tell us very much.
Well, let's step into the next room, huh?
The room's just the way we found it. Nothing out of order.
Trust the drawers are all closed. Room had been prowled.
No, it doesn't look like the work of a burglar or a prowler.
A burglar or a prowler wouldn't be carrying a shotgun either, would he?
The only thing Thomas and I found were a cut in the screen in the gate around the side of the house there. It was open.
Crime and that bin call?
Haven't had time to do it right now.
No, never mind. I'll take care of it. I want to call in anyway. Do they have a phone here?
Right in the kitchen there on that table.
Okay, thank you. I figure we could use some help, don't you?
Yeah.
Right there, to your left.
Yeah, I see it. Thank you.
Setting Hall.
2643, please.
2643?
Crime Lab, Allen.
This is Friday, Jay.
Yeah, Joe.
We're at 543 West Bixell. Got a homicide. We're gonna need prints, photographs, a whole deal, Jay.
Looks like the woman was killed with a shotgun.
Let me double check that address, Joe. 543 West Bixell.
Yeah, that's right.
You got a phone on there?
Yeah, it's Hollywood 931-99.
9-99. We'll get right on it, Joe.
Thanks. Say, Jay, could you transfer me to 2521, please?
Right.
Operator.
2521.
Homicide, Sanchez.
Sanchez, this is Friday.
What'd you find out there?
Oh, it's a bad one. Shotgun killing. Haven't got too much yet. We're gonna have to have some help.
What do you need?
We need somebody to cover the area. We don't know what we got, Jan.
Talk to the witnesses, neighbors, cover the parked cars.
Right.
Will you send out a broadcast for us? Alert all units to be on the lookout for a person or persons with a shotgun in their possession.
Take care of it right away. How many men you think you need?
Well, at least four crews. Could you get them out right away?
Okay. Anything else?
No, I'll fill them in when they get here. Thanks a lot, Sanchez.
Right, Joe.
All right, bye.
Everything okay?
Yeah.
Client says we could talk to the youngster.
You don't think it'd do any good to talk to Mother, huh?
She's still in bad shape. I imagine she'll be all right in a little while, but I think you just wasted time right now.
I forgot something.
What's that?
I forgot to call the coroner.
I'll take care of it for you.
Would you take the boy into the front part of the house for us?
Sure.
Fine. Then if you'll just call Sanchez down in Homicide Downtown, he'll notify the coroner for us.
Right. Thanks a lot.
Joe, you want to see something break your heart?
Yeah, what's that?
There's some blood on the floor there, leading from the sleeping porch to this bedroom here.
Yeah. Looked like small footprints, huh?
They are. Little boys.
Well, let's go in the front room.
Yeah.
This is a boy, seven years old, named Charles.
Right. Thanks, Client.
I'll make that call for you right away, Friday.
Hello, son.
What happened to my mommy?
I'm sorry. You better take it, Joe.
Yeah. Come over here to me, son.
Charles, is that your name?
Charlie.
My name's Joe Charlie.
Yes, sir. Mr. Joe?
Well, it's Joe Friday, son.
Mr. Friday. Are you a policeman?
Yeah, that's right, Charlie. Now, that other man in the uniform, Officer Klein?
Yes, sir.
He said she might be able to tell us what happened here.
Do you feel like talking about it, son?
Mr. Friday, do you know what happened to my mommy?
Well, that's what we're trying to find out, son. We'd just like to ask you a few questions.
She's hurt bad, isn't she?
Did she talk to you?
She wouldn't talk to me. Grandma and those other policemen wouldn't let me stay in there.
Well, can you tell us what happened here?
You want me to tell you like I told the other policemen?
If you would, please.
I wish you'd let me go in and see mommy. She could tell you a lot better than I can.
Well, she's hurt kind of bad, son. We just thought that maybe you'd tell us.
Well, we were sleeping in the bed on the back porch.
We just got to bed, and mommy was reading me a story.
Then I heard this man at the screen door.
Did you see the man, Charlie?
No, I didn't. Mommy wouldn't let me.
Well, how do you mean, son? How do you know it was a man, then?
Well, somebody was cutting the screen at the door. I thought it was a man.
But you're not sure? You didn't see him?
No, sir. I didn't see anybody. It was dark outside.
You heard somebody cutting the screen, though, is that right?
Yes, sir. Then mommy sat up in bed. I started to sit up, too, but she wouldn't let me.
She pushed me back down and said, keep down.
Can you remember exactly what she said, Charlie?
She said just to keep down. That's all she said.
Well, then what happened?
I heard this big gun, and mommy fell down on the bed again.
I could tell she was cut. I could see blood all over her.
I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't talk to me.
So then I went to get grandma.
After you heard the gun, did you hear anything else?
I don't know what you mean.
Well, did you hear anybody running outside the house, anything like that?
I don't remember, and I don't think so.
I got up and went into grandma's room. I was awful scared.
I don't know why mommy wouldn't talk to me. She always used to when I was scared.
Well, now, can you think of anything else that you might be able to tell us, son?
No, sir. I just don't know why anybody would hurt my mommy.
She's so good, she never hurts anybody.
Where's your father, Charlie?
I don't know where he is. They don't live together anymore now.
How long has it been since you saw your father, son?
Just last Sunday it was. Yesterday, I guess. I see him every Sunday.
Do you have any idea who might want to hurt your mother?
No, sir. Nobody.
All right. What do you think, Ben?
Charlie?
Yes, sir?
Did your mother and father seem to argue with one another very much?
Before we moved here to grandma's house, they used to argue all the time.
That's when we lived in the apartment.
Is that why you moved over here, son?
Yes, sir. That's partly it.
Mama had to work, and she didn't want to leave me alone here, so we moved over to grandma's house.
Do you think your father would ever hurt your mother?
Did he ever say anything about ever hurting you?
My daddy was always so good to me. He used to buy me all kinds of things.
I don't think he was ever mean to anybody.
I see. Do you remember your mother ever saying she was afraid of anybody?
No, sir. She was never afraid of anybody.
How do you know that, son?
She and grandma used to always tell me that I'm the man of the family.
As long as I'm around, they're not scared of anybody.
I see.
But when you talk to mama, you won't tell her, will you?
Tell her what, son?
She always says that big men don't cry about things.
When grandma came out on the porch, she started to cry, and she took me into her room, and then she cried some more.
I guess I cried a lot, too.
When you talk to mommy, you won't tell her that, will you?
No, no, we won't.
I've never really known. Is that right? Did big men ever cry?
Yes, son. They cry.
1145 p.m. The crime lab men arrived and went to work.
They found three shotgun pellets embedded in the wall to the right and above the head of the victim's bed.
Two additional lead pellets were removed from the bedstead above the pillow on the right side of Josephine Stevens' bed.
This fact, in conjunction with the position of the hole ripped in the screen door, proved that the victim was sitting up in bed at the time of the shooting.
This fact, too, showed why the seven-year-old boy lived and his mother died.
Further investigation showed that the fatal shot was fired from outside through the hole in the screen door.
The search of the surrounding area failed to yield the murder weapon or any additional physical evidence.
The neighbors were all checked. They could add nothing to what we already knew.
The few who had heard the blast from the shotgun thought it was backfire from a passing car.
Units in the area of the murder picked up 14 possible suspects on the street and in the neighborhood at the time of the killing.
They were all checked out and cleared of any connection with the crime.
Josephine Stevens' mother, Mrs. James Edwards, was in a near state of collapse, but she managed to give us a statement.
Her story corroborated that of seven-year-old Charles Stevens.
Supplemental broadcasts and an all-points bulletin were put out to try and locate the killer.
Ben and I drove over to 1543 East Workman Street to check out the husband of the murdered woman.
Well, this is it, huh?
Yeah, White House, yeah.
All right, let's go.
Car park and driveway.
Hood's warm. Car's been used recently.
Yeah, you got your flash light?
Yeah, right here.
Car's registered to Keith Stevens.
Yeah, come on.
Lights are on inside, huh?
Yeah.
Yes?
Mr. Keith Stevens.
Yes, that's right.
Police officers like to talk to you.
Want to come in?
Yes, sir, thank you.
What's the trouble, officer?
When's the last time you saw your wife, Stevens?
Why?
Well, when did you see her last?
Well, I was over there Sunday, yesterday.
I always go over every Sunday to visit my little boy, Charlie.
My wife and I are separated, that's what we agreed on.
That's the last time that you saw her?
Yes, it is. Why?
Well, I'm sorry to have to tell you this.
Your wife is dead.
What's that?
I'm sorry.
You're kidding. She was all right yesterday.
There must be some mistake here.
I'm afraid not.
Josephine Stevens.
You sure?
543 West Bixel Street.
I got to sit down.
What happened?
She was shot.
How? I can't believe this.
Well, we're working on it now.
Somebody shot her while she was in bed.
I just saw her yesterday. How did it happen?
Was it an accident?
No, sir. Somebody killed her.
How about little Charlie?
He sleeps with his mother. Is Charlie all right?
Yes, sir, he's fine. He wasn't hurt at all.
It was a small miracle how he came out of it.
But apparently his safety was the last thing your wife thought of
before she was killed.
It's just terrible.
I still can't believe what you're saying is true.
Who in the world would do a thing like this?
We want to know that too. We need your help.
Where's my boy? I'd better go right over and see my boy.
He's in good hands with his grandmother.
We just want to ask you a few questions,
and then you can go right over and see him.
All right. You got to get whoever did this terrible thing.
Yes, sir. I'm going to try.
How is it that you happened to be up this late at night?
I just got home from work. I worked the swing shift at Gibney's.
That's the steel mill down in Alameda?
Yes, that's right.
Did you work today?
Yes, I told you. I just this minute got in.
Swing shift? What hours would that be?
Four to twelve.
Did you work the full shift today?
I did. You don't think I would have done this thing.
We have to check everybody.
Is there somebody out at the plant that can verify the fact
that you were out there during the entire shift today?
Yes, my lead man and I always punch my time card in and out.
How do you get to work?
I drive. My car's right outside there, blue Chevy.
Do you own any firearms?
No, I don't.
You ever owned any?
No, never have.
Didn't want to go around with a boy.
I see.
Do you live here alone?
No, since the wife and I split up, I live with another fellow here.
Where is he tonight?
He's out somewhere, usually home when I get here.
Do you have any idea where he might be? Does he go out much?
He goes out quite a bit. He's going with some girl.
Might be at a movie or something like that.
Does he know your wife?
Well, not too well, no. I think I took him over to the house one Sunday.
He met my son, Charlie, and my wife.
Try to take it easy, Mr. Stephen.
Oh, I'm sorry. It's kind of hard to take.
Yes, sir, we understand.
This man that you live with here, what's his name?
Carl Walters.
Where did you know him from?
He advertised in the papers.
He said he wanted somebody to share a small house with him.
I answered the ad and we seemed to hit it right off from the start.
He's okay.
What do you know about him?
I know enough to know he's all right.
I wouldn't want to get him mixed up in this.
Has this Walters ever been in trouble? Has he ever been arrested?
Not that I know of. He's a good guy. Fine army record.
I understand. Have you ever been arrested?
No, sir, I never have.
Any kind of an arrest, misdemeanor, anything like that?
Never.
You've never been in jail for any reason?
No, sir, never have. I had traffic tickets,
but I've never been in jail for any reason.
I always paid my fines, never had any trouble.
Do you have any idea who might want to do a thing like this?
No, no.
How did it happen? Did they break in the house?
I wasn't a burglar or anything like that.
Somebody just wanted to do away with your wife.
If you can think of anybody who might do a thing like this, it'd help.
You know, we've been separated for a while.
Maybe she took up with someone who'd do something like this.
I wouldn't know.
I can't think of anybody I know that'd do this.
I see.
She and I have had our ups and downs, or we wouldn't be apart.
We argued time and again over the custody of Charlie, but nothing serious.
I can't tell you what a shock this is to me.
You say that you don't own a gun.
Do you know of any of your friends or hers that might?
No, I can't think of anybody.
This fellow, Carl Walters, what can you tell us about him?
Now, please, he's all right. He certainly had nothing to do with this.
Well, we just want to be sure to check everybody out.
If you can tell us, it may save him some embarrassment.
I realize you have to be sure, but please believe me, he's all right.
You say he doesn't know your wife at all?
No, just at one meeting.
You're sure he couldn't have had any part in it?
Absolutely sure.
What kind of a fellow is he?
Oh, average guy. I guess likes to swim, plays a little golf.
Always wants me to go out camping or hunting with him.
Do you ever go with him?
No, I haven't so far.
He wants to go on weekends, and I like to see my son on Sundays, like I said.
What does he hunt, you know?
He's not much of a hunter, really. He just likes to go out for ducks once in a while.
Does he keep his equipment here?
No, he doesn't over at his father's house.
Does he ever hunt for anything besides ducks?
No, I'm positive about that.
He's always saying how he never could shoot a deer, so he'd get buck fever.
Can't say I blame him.
Did he ever tell you what kind of a gun he had?
No, not that I recall.
Still think he had a part in this?
We didn't say that.
What's his duck hunting got to do with it?
When you hunt ducks, you use a shotgun.
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Tuesday morning, July 10th, 1 a.m.
We continued to question Keith Stevens about the murder of his wife.
He could add very little to what he had already told us.
We made a thorough search of his house and garage. We searched his car.
We found nothing that would incriminate him in any way.
1 37 a.m.
Carl Walters, the man who Keith Stevens lived with, returned home.
We retraced his steps for the night of July 9th.
All his time was accurately accounted for.
We talked with his father. We were told that the shotgun had not been used for about 10 months since last duck season.
We looked at the gun and noticed that it was covered with lint and had not been recently fired.
We talked to the plant foreman at Gibney Steel Mill.
He verified the fact that Keith Stevens worked his full shift on July 9th and did not leave his job until 12 midnight.
At this point, both men were clear of any complicity in the murder of Josephine Stevens.
Tuesday, July 10th, 8 a.m.
We made the usual routine check of R&I of the four people involved in the case so far.
Josephine Stevens, the murdered woman, her mother, Mrs. James Edwards, the husband, Keith Stevens, and his friend Carl Walters.
Here it is, Joe. One packet.
Nothing on Josephine Stevens or Ms. Edwards.
That's right. Carl Walters is clean.
He kind of makes a liar out of the husband, Keith Stevens. It's his package.
Yeah, or he forgot.
Let's see. Keith Stevens. Here's the arrest report. One only.
Let's see. 4127A.
Yeah, picked up in drunk charge. He didn't forget, Joe. This was on June 7th, last.
Yeah, let me look at that, Officer Stevens.
Let's see. Above suspect was picked up in the company of co-defendant Michael Duff, booking number 8023.
Both suspects were drunk and disorderly at time of arrest. Their condition was such they were unable to care for themselves.
No, he didn't forget.
Hey, Mary.
Yes, sir?
Pull this package for us, will you, please? Booking number 8023. Give us a mug if he's got one, huh?
What was that arrest date?
June 7th, 51.
Thank you.
That's an outside chance.
He lied once, maybe he'll lie again.
I suppose he was trying to prove by not telling us about this.
I don't know.
Here you are.
Oh, thank you, Mary.
That's a little bigger package, huh?
Yeah. Look, his R card. He's done time in Quentin.
Yeah. 1933, Grand Theft Auto. Did four and a half years, paroled out in 37.
Here he is back in again on suspicion of robbery. 1946, charge released. Picked up again, suspicion of robbery, released again.
Michael Lewis Duff, alias Mickey Duff. Stevens is moving in pretty fast company.
Yeah. Look here, this is the guy, all right? Here's that last drunk arrest, see, on the, we saw in Stevens, June 7th?
Yeah. Is there a mug there, Joe?
Let's see. Well, there's this one on that 211 arrest in 47.
Yeah, I see that one. It's pretty old, though. It's a little worn. Kind of hard to see.
Check that last arrest report on the drunk charge, maybe. We got one of those auto photo strips. That ought to do it.
I hope so.
Yeah, here we are.
Let's see. Yeah, those auto photos are good mugs, aren't they?
Yeah.
What address did he give on that last arrest?
5234 West Main.
No, all these other addresses are just trenchant hotels. That Main Street address, the most recent, looks like the best bet.
This is probably why Stevens lied about being arrested.
Yeah, let's see if he lied about anything else.
We drove over to 5234 West Main Street. It was a small two-story rooming house.
We checked with the landlady, and she told us that she had a man registered under the name of Michael Duff in room 20.
She told us that he had just walked out a few minutes before we arrived, saying he was going down to the corner to buy a newspaper.
We identified ourselves and stated that we'd wait in his room for him. We asked her not to tell him.
She went upstairs with us and unlocked the door to room 20. We made a thorough search of his place. It was a two-room apartment.
I searched the living room and Ben went over to the kitchen.
Joe, come here.
Yeah.
Look here. Look up under the sink here, cradled in the goose neck of the drain.
Yeah, shotgun.
Just a minute.
It's been fired recently.
This much fits in.
Wees don't. I found him in the pocket of one of his coats in the closet there.
12-gauge shotgun shells. Where'd you find them?
In the pocket of a dress suit. It doesn't fit, does it?
Not unless he's a best-dressed hunter in town.
Sounds like he's back.
Yeah.
Get your hand out of that pocket, please.
What's going on?
Keep your hands out and open. Stand still.
Here, Joe, you want to take this?
Yeah. What are you doing carrying a gun, Duff?
Anything wrong?
You know better than that what they tell you when they paroled you.
That was a long time ago.
They haven't changed the rules.
I don't know what you're doing here in the first place.
Go on over there and sit down.
All right, if that's what you want.
That's what we want. Move.
Right now, do you want to tell us about it?
About the gun?
About both of them.
The shotgun here on the table and this one I got in my hand.
Well, you found that old shotgun, huh?
They found it.
I haven't used that old thing for years. Just kept it as a keepsake.
Haven't fired it for a long time.
Don't even have any shells for it anymore.
Except these two, huh?
I don't know where those came from.
Look, Duff, you're an ex-convict.
We find two guns in your possession.
Now let's don't play games. Tell us about it.
I haven't got anything to tell you. I would if I did.
I just had a long talk with Keith Stevens.
What'd he have to say?
Never mind what he had to say. Let's hear your side of it.
You wouldn't try to kid me, would you?
Fine, you listen, fellow.
We just came from a house over on Bixels Street.
There's a woman lying in bed over there that took a blast from a sawed-off shotgun.
If you own a shotgun, it's been recently fired.
You lied. You said you hadn't fired it.
You said you didn't have any shells for it.
Well, here they are.
Now, look, they fit, don't they?
Take a good look at it, mister. There's only one thing missing.
Who pulled the trigger?
Let's have it, Duff.
Did Stevens tell you?
We'll ask the questions now. Come on.
All right.
I did it, but I did it for Stevens.
He told me he'd give me $1,000 if I kill his wife for him.
I haven't been paid yet. I'm still waiting to get paid off.
You won't have to wait any longer.
We took Michael Duff downtown together with a murder weapon.
He gave us a full confession stating that Keith Stevens had offered to pay him $1,000
for the murder of his wife.
He said that he and Stevens had planned it together.
1.30 p.m., Tuesday, July 10th.
We drove out to pick up Keith Stevens.
What else could I do?
Is that how you justify the murder of your wife?
It was her fault. She'd have just tried to be reasonable.
This never would have happened.
People settle these kind of problems every day, and they don't use a shotgun.
You wouldn't understand.
Unless you got a son, you'd never really understand why I did it.
I've got a son. I don't understand.
And you don't love him like I do.
Couldn't stand the thought of never seeing him,
having her take him away from me.
And that's the way you want us to put it down.
But you didn't want your child taken away from you, so you killed his mother.
Not exactly. She was going to take him away.
She wanted him to forget all about me. She wanted him off for herself.
Did your wife tell you all that?
No, of course not. Any fool could see that's what she had in mind.
You mean just because of some argument that you and your wife had,
you just assumed all this to be so?
Sure. I knew she'd never give me a break with Charlie.
Isn't that what always happens?
You never asked her how she felt,
never thought that she could stand on your legal rights,
never knew that what you're trying to make us believe seldom happens
unless there's a good reason for it?
I wasn't going to let her take my son away from me. Nobody could do that.
Yes, sir, you're right. You lost him yourself.
The story you've just heard was true.
Only the names were changed to protect the innocent.
On October 15th, trial was held in Superior Court,
Department 84, City and County of Los Angeles, State of California.
In a moment, the results of that trial.
And now here's our star, Jack Webb.
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Keith Edward Stevens was convicted of murder in the first degree
and received a life sentence.
He is now serving his time in the State Penitentiary.
Michael Lewis Duff was convicted of first degree murder
and received the death sentence.
He was executed in the lethal gas chamber at the State Penitentiary.
Dragnet wishes to thank Sheriff Brian Clemens
of the Parish of East Baton Rouge, State of Louisiana,
for the appointment of Sergeant Joe Friday
and Sergeant Ben Romero as honorary deputy sheriffs.
Our sincere thanks to Sheriff Clemens.
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