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It was Tuesday, January 18th.
It was cold in Los Angeles.
We were working the night watch out of homicide detail.
My partner's Frank Smith.
The boss is Captain Warman.
My name's Friday.
I was on the way back from the record bureau and it was 10.38 p.m. when I got to room 42.
Homicide detail.
Hi.
Did the cop hot anything yet?
Nothing.
I keep asking him questions.
Might as well be talking to myself.
He might be in a state of shock.
No, I don't think so.
You got anything on him from our office?
No.
He's clean.
You and Stahl want to get over to the morgue, roll the dead woman's prints.
Yeah, sure.
Maybe you'll have better luck with him.
See you later.
Yeah, sure.
Here's your driver's license, Gordon.
Better put it back in your wallet.
Gordon, put it back in your wallet.
Now, look, son, I don't think you're helping yourself much by keeping quiet.
There's a lot of explaining to be done here.
I'm afraid you're the only one that can do it.
Gordon?
All right, son, it's just a matter of time.
You're going to have to tell somebody sooner or later.
Why won't you tell us now?
Come on, what do you say?
Well, look, son, I'll tell you the truth.
I don't get the reasoning behind all this.
We know there's nothing wrong with you.
We know you can talk all right.
You talk to the officers in the radio car who brought you in.
You know as well as I do, you're going to have to explain what's happened here.
You're going to have to explain that dead body.
You want to get it over with now?
Look, Gordon, if you didn't kill the woman, you haven't anything to worry about.
And if you did, we're going to find out anyway.
Who was the woman, Gordon?
Will you tell me that much?
What's her name?
You know her very long?
Did you know her very long?
What was she to you?
Do you want to tell me that?
She's a fairly middle aged woman in her early fifties, I'd say.
Is that about right?
Was she your mother, Gordon?
Older sister maybe?
Any relation at all?
What's the matter, son?
Feeling sick?
How about a cigarette?
All right.
A body of high smoke?
I hope you haven't got the idea we're trying to trick you into anything, Gordon.
We've got a dead woman on our hands here.
We've got to find out why she's dead.
Now what do you say?
No use looking up at the clock, son.
We're stuck here till we find out about that woman.
Let's go for both of them.
Homicide Friday.
Oh yeah, yeah.
No, not right now.
I ought to be back in about half hour.
Yeah, half hour.
Right, I'll tell them to call you.
Bye.
I got an idea, Gordon.
Might as well set your mind at ease.
Now number one, if you think we're out to build a frame against you on this thing, let
me tell you that you're wrong and I'll prove it to you, son.
I'm going to tell you exactly what we know about this case, everything.
And when I'm finished, maybe you can fill in the blank spots for us, huh?
What's the matter, you're heading?
Some aspirin in my locker there if you want some.
No?
All right.
Here's all we know about it.
Now one of our radio cars, 1A4, answered a call from the night watchman down in the freight
yards.
He told the officers that he'd spotted a man wandering around down at the far end of the
train yards near the west gate.
He only saw him at a distance, but he said he could make out the man and that he saw
that he had a woman with him.
She must have either been sick or she had too much to drink because the man appeared
to be dragging her along with him.
The two of them disappeared behind a line of boxcars on the siding.
When the watchman went out to look for the two people, he couldn't find them.
Called the radio car and when the officers got there, they started searching.
I finally found you hiding back in the corner of an empty boxcar there.
You were holding that dead woman in your arms.
There wasn't anything the officers could see that might have caused the woman's death.
There were no marks on the body, nothing visible anyway.
When they tried to question you, all that you'd tell them was your name and that you
didn't want to live, that you didn't care what happened to you.
That's about the size of it, Gordon.
Did I leave anything out?
Gordon?
Oh yeah, there is something else.
From what we could gather, the dead woman had been doing some drinking before she died.
And in fact, she looks like she was a pretty heavy drinker.
Another thing, we know you and the woman got into the train yard down by the west gate.
We know that you dragged your body across the freight yards to that empty boxcar that
they found you hiding in.
The heel marks from her shoes lead from the sidewalk through the dirt directly to the
door of that boxcar.
We could see where you dragged your body from the door back to the corner of the car.
Now that's the whole story so far, Gordon.
You want to fill in the rest?
Son, how about it?
Who is the woman?
All right, look, how about these items we found in your pocket, Gordon, this address
book here?
Is this the woman's name in here?
This handkerchief with a lipstick on it.
Were you out with another girl tonight?
Were you, son?
If you were, it might help to tell us who she is.
Do you hear me, son?
How about this lady's ring you had in your pocket?
Name Elizabeth engraved on the inside.
Does that tie in at all, Gordon?
Who's it belong to?
Homicide Friday.
Oh yeah, Frank.
Can you get an ID in on her?
Mm-hmm.
H-O-F-M-M-A-N.
2N?
Right.
You going out there now?
Okay, take O'Donnell with you, huh?
Right, let me hear from him.
Right, no, no, not yet.
No, all right, bye.
That was my partner, Gordon.
The officer who was in here with you.
They took the dead woman's fingerprints.
They've got her identified, son.
Elizabeth Hoffman, aged 52 years, music teacher, last known address, 5473 6th Avenue.
They're on their way out there now to check it.
All right, relax, Gordon.
That window doesn't lead anywhere.
Well, you want to take another look at this ring?
You got a fair idea that it means something, Gordon.
They examined the dead woman's hands.
They know she was wearing a ring recently.
Her name's Elizabeth Hoffman.
Name Elizabeth engraved inside this ring.
Now, look, boy, we're going to get the answer sooner or later.
How about it?
What were you doing with this ring in your pocket?
Now, let me tell you something, young fella.
I don't know what's bothering you, but whatever it is, we're going to find it out.
Now, get it through your head.
You're in a bad spot.
If you're not interested in helping yourself, then neither am I.
The monkey's on your back.
You're going to have to help scratch it off.
Now, get with it.
Now, get it out.
All right.
Let's have your driver's license.
Come on.
Get it out.
All right.
I'll take it.
Gordon John Miller, 2055 Malcolm Avenue, Los Angeles.
Hello, information?
Do you have a phone listing for 2055 Malcolm Avenue?
Yes, ma'am.
Mm-mm.
32-32-192.
Thanks a lot.
Put the phone down.
You ready to tell us?
No, I won't tell you.
All right.
Any way you want it, Gordon.
You can't call.
You can't.
I won't let you.
I'll take it easy.
They can't tell you.
They don't know.
Give me the phone.
All right.
Sit down.
I said sit down.
If you won't answer the questions, we'll find somebody who will.
Give me your wrist.
Now, sit still.
Now, the sooner you get it through your head, you're not here on a traffic ticket, the better.
You're going to stay cuffed to that chair till we're ready to book you.
I'm sick of treating you like a baby.
They can't tell you.
They don't understand.
They can't tell you.
There can't be any worse than you.
Now, sit still there.
Hello, is this the Miller residence, 2055 Malcolm Avenue?
My name's Friday, ma'am.
Police department, Central Homicide.
Who's this speaking, please?
I see.
Miss Miller, are you related to a Gordon Miller?
Your brother?
Uh-huh.
No, he's not her.
There's nothing wrong with him.
Yes, he's here.
We're holding him.
I wonder if you'd be kind enough to come down here to the city hall.
It's the city hall, yes, ma'am.
It's important.
We'd like to talk to you.
No, as soon as possible.
Yeah, you can get in through the Main Street entrance.
Main Street, M-A-I-N.
It's room 42, 42 on the main floor.
Just ask for Friday.
That's my name.
All right, thank you.
Goodbye.
It's your sister, Lillian.
She's on her way down, Gordon.
It's not going to help.
She doesn't know a lot of them, though.
Who's them?
You mean your family?
Yes, they're my family.
They shouldn't have called.
They don't know about it.
They can't tell you.
Why did you have to call?
You know why, Gordon.
We gave you plenty of chance to tell us yourself.
The answers have to come from somewhere.
What answers?
What do you want me to say?
Commicide Friday.
What?
How's that again?
No, I'm afraid you have the wrong extension.
You want vice detail.
In just a minute, I'll have your call transferred.
Yeah, would you give this call to 2607?
Yeah, thank you.
I asked, what do you want me to say?
What do you want?
Pretty simple, Gordon.
Just tell us what happened tonight, will you?
She's dead, isn't she, Elizabeth?
Yes, that's right.
There's nothing else to say.
I killed her.
Why did you kill her, son?
I'm not sure, really, I'm not.
I think I felt sorry for her.
I killed her, though I know that much.
You murdered the woman, but you don't know why?
Yeah.
I keep trying to remember.
I can't.
It doesn't seem real.
You've been drinking, Gordon?
Yeah, two or three days.
We were going to have dinner tonight.
We started drinking cocktails before.
Quite a few.
We never had dinner.
What do you mean by we?
Two of us, Elizabeth and I.
Elizabeth Hoffman.
Where were you drinking?
I don't know.
I'm telling you the truth.
I keep trying to remember.
No marks on the body, Gordon.
None we could see anyway.
How'd you kill her?
I killed her, that's enough, isn't it?
I murdered her.
Please don't talk anymore.
I'm sorry, son.
That's not even half the story.
You admit you killed the woman.
You won't tell us why, you won't tell us how.
It wasn't about her alone.
They kept hounding her.
They drove her out of her mind.
Come on, son, snap out of it.
That's not going to help any.
Come on.
Yeah.
Now what's it all about?
What do you have to do with it?
I've known her for 10 years.
She was my music teacher.
Piano, brilliant woman.
Elizabeth was a real artist.
You've been taking piano lessons
from her for 10 years, is that right?
Yes, sir.
Elizabeth was arranging a concert tour for me.
South America this fall.
She said she was sure I'd be a success.
I couldn't fail.
Concerts in eight cities all over South America.
We were going this fall.
We were going to leave in August.
Does that have anything to do with her death?
I guess so, in a way.
She did everything for me and I had to kill her.
Only one who believed in me.
I can't tell you.
The last two years I didn't have any money
to pay for my lessons.
She didn't care.
She even fed me, took care of me when I was sick once.
She did everything for me.
You know, this is pretty hard to understand, son.
She did everything for you, then why did you kill her?
What makes you think that's important?
She's dead and I killed her.
You always ask why.
It's not important how she died.
It is to us.
Now how'd you kill her, Gordon?
Why'd you take her body down to the freight yard?
You should have known Elizabeth when she was alive.
You never met a woman like her.
Just wonderful.
Talented, she was brilliant, understanding.
Great woman, warm.
No one like her, Sergeant.
Great human being.
She drank quite a bit, didn't she, Gordon?
Yes, she drank.
Reason for it, though.
Reason that way with a lot of brilliant people.
Who drink once in a while.
She drank more than that, didn't she?
She had a reason for it.
Who are you to sit and judge on her?
Elizabeth was a brilliant artist, great woman, great.
One of the finest musicians in the country, a great woman.
She was a drunk and a bad drunk.
Now let's face it, son, you know that as well as I do.
You're a liar. She wasn't.
You're a rotten liar.
Six drunk arrests in 14 months.
That's what her card reads in the record bureau.
Those are the only times we know of.
Now how many can you add to it?
She drank.
She thought it was the only way out for her.
Wasn't any other way.
Yeah, well, you're talking in circles here, Gordon.
Get it straightened out, will you?
You want to know why Elizabeth drank?
Go ask my family. They'll tell you.
They'll tell you a lot of things if you want to believe it.
What can they tell me that you can't?
Nothing.
They'll try and pretend they know liars.
I don't want any part of them.
They don't want any part of me.
Don't you live with your family now, Gordon?
I haven't seen them for a year. I don't want to see them.
Why not?
What, you get along with them? Your father? Your mother?
My mother's dead.
Died when I was 12.
Just my father and my sister.
What's the matter? Don't you get along with them?
I just want them to let me alone, that's all. Just let me alone.
How about Elizabeth Hoffman? Your family know her pretty well?
Yeah, they know her.
They didn't understand her, though.
I really loved her. She loved me.
I don't think I follow your son.
I knew you wouldn't understand.
I was in love with Elizabeth. She was in love with me.
We were going to get married.
You're 25 years old, Gordon. Is that right?
Yes.
Elizabeth Hoffman was 52. That's what our records show here.
What about it?
Oh, 27 years difference. That's a little unusual, wouldn't you say?
Oh, whatever.
Everything that's great is unusual.
That's what makes it great.
I loved her. Time didn't make any difference.
A few years. What's that?
I loved her more than any woman in the world.
She meant everything.
I didn't care if she drank. I didn't care if she was old.
You don't stop being beautiful just because you grow old.
Elizabeth was beautiful.
Well, drinking didn't help her much.
I don't care about that. I'll still say it.
She loved me and I loved her.
Believe me, please. I loved her.
All right, I believe you, son.
Let me ask you this.
Yes?
You say you respected her, that she was talented.
You were grateful to her. She was generous.
She made sacrifices for you, did everything for you that she could.
Is that right?
She loved you and you loved her. You were going to marry her.
Yeah.
This fall on the way to South America.
Going to be married.
You always wanted.
Elizabeth would have been so happy.
So happy.
Yeah, well then why did you kill her?
Yeah, Frank.
See you in a minute. Yeah.
Sorry to interrupt.
There's something I think you ought to know.
John and I checked the boarding house the Hoffman woman was staying at.
Checked her room. It's clean.
Everything in order.
Miss Miller had the room next to her. Shook his place down, too.
Anything?
His bags were all packed. Looked like he was ready to go.
His mouth still. And the kitchen sank by the poison.
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Tuesday, January 18th, 1155 p.m.
My partner Frank Smith and I continued questioning the murder suspect, 25 year old Gordon Miller.
While he freely admitted to the murder of his music teacher and fiance, 52 year old Elizabeth Hoffman.
We still were unable to get him to give us a good reason for the murder.
Whenever we put the question to him, he either admitted to the murder or he was not guilty.
When we put the question to him, he either refused to answer or he was evasive.
We got the same results when we questioned him about how he killed the Hoffman woman.
Where he killed her.
1220 a.m. The interrogation went on.
But you ought to remember where you killed her Gordon.
You say the two of you left the rooming house, you stopped for some drinks and you went for a walk.
Where did you walk?
Down Arlington Avenue. We kept walking and we turned off.
We walked for a long time.
Were you anywhere near the freight yards when you killed her? Can you remember that?
No, I don't know. Like a nightmare. There's so much of it. I guess I don't want to remember it.
And what's the last location you can recall Gordon? I mean before you found yourself in the freight yards.
Olympic Boulevard I think. Someplace on Olympic.
Kept walking and walking. I don't remember why.
You remember packing your suitcases before you left the boarding house?
Packing? Yeah I think I do. Elizabeth and I talked about going away for a few days.
Someplace out of town. I think we're going to go tomorrow.
They checked both your rooms Gordon. Yours and Elizabeth Hoffman's.
They found your bags packed but there was nothing about her room that indicated she was going away.
Everything was in order. Can you explain that?
I don't know. Maybe she didn't have time. Hadn't gotten around to it.
I guess you found the poison too.
That's right. I got it two days ago. We thought about it. We even wrote a letter explaining why we do it.
Yeah. We didn't have the courage though. Neither one of us.
Talked about it and decided to forget it.
I've told you everything. There isn't anything else to say.
Friday? Yeah. Oh alright Jeff. Send her in please.
You're Lillian Miller is that right? Yes that's right.
I don't want to see her. I don't want to see her. She's your sister Gordon. She wants to see you.
Please keep her out. Keep her away.
Gordon. My name's Friday Miss Miller. Come on in please.
Have a chair. Thank you.
How are you Gordon? It's been such a long time. How have you been?
Chair Miss Miller. Thanks.
Poor kid. What is it Gordon? What's the trouble about?
Honey what is it?
Won't you even look at me? Get out of here. Let me alone. Get out.
Please Gordon don't.
I'm here to help you honey. They called me tonight. They said you're in trouble. What is it? Let me help you please.
You can't help. She's dead now. Will you go home? Elizabeth's dead. I killed her.
Where's the forgotten?
Will you take her out of here Sergeant and tell her to go?
You don't know what you're saying honey. It's not in his right mind Sergeant. I know he isn't.
Please Gordon you have to let us help you. I called dad before I left.
He's on his way here now. We'll get you a lawyer.
Don't worry honey. It'll be alright. Everything will be alright.
She's dead. Can you bring her back?
You couldn't have killed her. Couldn't have.
Pounding her. Torturing her. Why couldn't you let her alone? Why couldn't you let us alone?
We only did it for you Gordon and we thought it was best for you.
You fool. You fool. Say anything you want Gordon. I don't care. But let me help you please.
It doesn't count what I am. Just let me help you.
I'll get it.
Okay. Henry Miller. The boy's father.
I don't want to see him in here. I don't know him. He's not my father.
Alright. Take it easy Gordon. Please honey. Try to understand. We only want to help.
Who's in charge here? My name is Friday Mr. Miller. This is my partner Sergeant Smith.
The handcuffs on my son. Gordon who did it? He put them on you.
I did Mr. Miller. The only way we could settle him down.
Taking quite a bit of authority in your hands aren't you? Get them off of him right now. No reason to handcuff him.
Sorry. Can't be done.
I said take them off. I have a little influence in this town. I'll see to it that the police commission hears about this.
Now what's my son doing here anyway?
The Hoffman woman dad. Elizabeth Hoffman.
What about her? She's dead. Gordon says he killed her dad. We've got to do something.
Don't tell him anything Gordon. Don't say a thing. I'll get a lawyer for you right away.
I know what your rights are. Don't tell him anything.
Did you know Elizabeth Hoffman Mr. Miller?
I knew her slightly. Can't see what this fuss is all about anyway.
Woman wasn't any good to begin with. No good at all.
You ought to be glad I'm handcuffed at this chair. I never thought of hitting you before. I'd like to do it now.
Please Gordon don't say those things.
As far as I can remember you've been nothing but trouble.
Now either you snap out of it this time or you're on your own. I'm sick of this.
Police stations, trampy women keeping you out of jail.
Either you start to realize who's boss in this family or there's going to be real trouble.
You'll find yourself out in the cold. You'll stay there.
Get him out of here. Get him out of my cell.
Please dad he's not well. Try and understand.
Enough Gordon. I'll send a lawyer for you. That's all I'll do.
If you make up your mind I'm boss you can come home. If not you can stay away.
Now figure it out for yourself. I don't care.
I hate you. I hope you ever forget it. I hate you.
Dad.
I'll see you at home Lillian. It's the maid's night out.
Lock the door before you go to bed.
Please dad we've got to help. Don't leave dad.
God. God. God.
Sergeant.
You know. Will you lock me up now? I'm tired.
Alright Gordon just a minute. Frank you want to stay with him.
Yeah okay.
Miss Miller you might step outside for a minute. There's something I'd like to ask you.
Yes alright. You'll let me see Gordon again?
Yes ma'am. Come on this way.
Now look. About this Elizabeth Hoffman Miss Miller. Did you know her at all?
I tried to talk to her. I even offered her money if she'd let Gordon alone.
It wasn't any news. She'd been drinking. She wouldn't even listen.
I kept saying she was going to marry Gordon.
What's the big attraction do you know I mean between your brother and that woman?
There's only one thing Gordon ever really wanted.
He wasn't too interested in women. Things like that.
All he wanted was to be a musician. A great pianist. That's all he ever wanted.
The sad part about it is he'll never make it. I think down deep he knows that.
When he was a kid dad sent him to the finest teachers.
After six months they all said the same thing.
Yes ma'am.
He'd never make it. We could play well enough but he certainly wasn't exceptional.
He never improved. He just stayed the same.
He started taking lessons from Elizabeth.
She convinced him he had a great talent.
Kept telling him she'd make a great pianist out of him.
The last three years she kept promising to take him on a tour. Europe, South America.
It never happened. I think Gordon knew it never could happen.
I see. Can you think of any reason at all why he'd want to kill her?
There isn't any reason. None at all. Gordon didn't kill her.
He couldn't kill anybody. He didn't kill her.
I'm sure of it.
I hope you're right Miss Miller. For your brother's sake.
Would you excuse me for a few minutes please?
Yes. All right.
You wait here. You sit down if you want to. I'll be right back.
All right.
All set Joe?
Yeah. In a minute.
Gordon, you ready to go?
I'd like to ask you one more question son. I'd like to have you tell me the truth on this one.
Yeah?
What did you have in common with Elizabeth Hoffman?
She was twice as old as you are. You gave up a lot for her.
She didn't have any money. She was an alcoholic. What was the big attraction?
Why did I love Elizabeth? Is that what you mean?
Yeah, that's right.
You tell me Sergeant. Why do you love any woman? Why?
Because you need them. You need them. You can't be alone. Nobody can be alone.
I needed Elizabeth. That's why I loved her.
There's only been two women in the world who understood me.
One of them was Elizabeth. The other one was my mother.
She died when I was 12. Now they're both dead. Both of them.
Only ones who understood.
Yeah.
My father didn't understand. He never did.
All he knows is business. Making money. More money.
That's why he hated Elizabeth. He was jealous. She understood me.
She knew what I was like. Knew all about me.
When I was with Elizabeth, I was safe. I was happy close to her.
There wasn't anything to be afraid of.
I'd go to her just like my mother. I'd put my head on her shoulder and she'd put her arms around me.
I wasn't frightened anymore. I was safe.
Everything was alright. Just like when I was a little kid in the night.
I'd call out for my mother. She was always there.
She'd put her arms around me and everything was safe.
I wasn't afraid. I needed her. It was the same way I needed Elizabeth.
Do you understand now?
Now do you know why I loved her?
Yeah. I think I do. Only one question left. Why did you kill her?
I don't know. I really don't. Maybe I'll remember.
Look, Gordon. Are you sure you killed her?
If she died in my arms, I must have killed her.
Tomorrow maybe. Maybe I'll remember tomorrow.
Is Lillian still here? My sister?
She's waiting outside.
Did she hear my father? What he said?
Told her to be sure and lock the door?
Just like my father. They don't have to lock that door.
It was locked 13 years ago.
How do you mean?
It was locked the day my mother died.
The story you have just heard was true.
The names were changed to protect the innocent.
On January 19th, an autopsy was performed at the county morgue,
city and county of Los Angeles, state of California.
In a moment, the results of that examination.
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The results of the autopsy performed on the body of Elizabeth Hoffman
showed definitely that she had suffered from a chronic heart condition
aggravated by excessive drinking.
Cause of death was listed as myocarditis, inflammation of the heart muscle.
Gordon Miller was released from custody and completely exonerated
of the death of Elizabeth Hoffman.
Eighteen months later, he took his own life.
You have just heard Dragmen, 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 Vic Perrin, Herb Ellis, Harry Bartel, Joyce McCluskey.
Script by Jim Moser. Music by Walter Schumer.
George Feneman speaking.
King-size Fatima has brought you Dragnet transcribed from Los Angeles.