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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 Wednesday, June 24th. It was warm in Los Angeles.
We were working the day watch out of auto theft detail. My partner is Frank Smith. The boss is Thad Brown.
Chief of detectives. My name is Friday.
We were at the main jail and it was 814 a.m. when we got to the second floor. The interview room.
Sit down, Sloan.
Right there.
You guys start pretty early in the morning, don't you?
Yeah, once in a while.
You got a cigarette?
Yeah, here you are.
Thanks. I never feel like I'm alive until I've had a cigarette in the morning. How about a match?
Here.
Why does nothing like it, that first cigarette?
All right, what's this all about?
You know that as well as we do. A few questions we want to ask.
All right, go ahead and ask.
What's your partner's setup?
I don't know what you're talking about.
No, it won't work, Sloan. We got the whole story from Summers.
Well, then what do you need from me?
Just like to check out a few things.
What do you mean you got the whole story from Summers? What did he say?
He told us everything he knows about the setup and what he says you're the key man. Everything goes through you.
He said that?
Yeah.
You believe him?
Got no reason not to. That's why we're here. It's your side of the story.
How much he tell you?
He said everything he knows.
Yeah, yeah, that figures. You get a guy with a yen like that, and as soon as the roof starts to drop, they spill their insides out.
That's the trouble with doing business. With hypes, you always run into them.
Yeah, hold on. What's here your side, huh?
Sure, I knew going in, if you lock Summers up, he'd break.
Just a matter of time before he started seeing things and talked all over the place.
Why don't you do a little of the same?
I got no choice. Where do you want me to start?
How about the beginning?
As good a place as any, I guess.
All right, who's the big gun in the setup?
You're not going to believe this.
Well, why don't you try us?
I don't know who he is. I haven't got the slightest idea, and that's the truth.
You're asking us to buy the fact you work for a guy you don't know.
I don't care if you buy it or not. That's the way it is. I don't know who the big man is.
How'd he get your orders?
He calls me.
Where?
My place.
When?
When I got something for him.
How does he know?
We got a set time each day. He calls in, he tells me what he wants done, I tell him what's going on.
What happens if you want to talk to him when it's not the time?
Nothing, I gotta wait. How'd he get paid? He calls me and tells me where to go. I show up there in a doze waiting.
All right, now you start at the beginning. Give us the whole story.
All right, I got in town about six months ago.
Where from?
Outside of Chicago.
All right.
I laid around town for a few days, and I got this rumble that maybe I can pick up a job.
Where'd you hear it?
Oh, just around. I couldn't tell you where it was, a word here, another one there. Just around.
All right, go ahead.
Well, I'm home one day and the phone rings. I answer it, and the guy asks me if I wanted to go to work for him.
I'm on my operas, so I asked him what he wanted me to do, and he springs this car-ice thing on me.
I told him I wanted no part of it.
He kept on talking, kept telling me how it was such a sweet, clean racket, how we could work it without being tagged.
Finally, I told him I might be willing to sit down and talk to him about it.
He says no go. He said he didn't want anybody to know who he was, and that went for me, too.
He told me he'd swing the operation on me.
What do you mean, swing?
Well, he said he'd tell me how to set it up, how to make it work, who to contact.
He said he had the organization already, but he needed a man to take charge of the L.A. part of it.
He told me that I was the guy he wanted.
Well, how did he happen to come to you?
I don't know. I did time when I was a kid for Grand Theft Auto. First time, I got off light.
Where'd you do the time?
New York State.
All right, go on.
Well, maybe you got a rumble about that.
He knew that I was down, maybe he figured that I was the guy to handle it for him. I don't know why he just called.
Do you have any idea who this man on the phone was?
No. I thought about it a lot. I tried to come up with an answer, but there just wasn't any.
At least none that I could find.
Might have been somebody you met back east.
I don't know. Could be. I got nowhere knowing.
The way the deal worked out, I didn't have any reason to get nosy.
This guy really had it figured out like a charm. I still don't know how you tagged us.
How about it? You tell me.
You know better, man.
Yeah. Yeah, I suppose so.
All right, go ahead. What happened after you talked to this guy?
Well, I wasn't real anxious right off. I told him I'd have to think about it, you see.
Yeah.
Next day, he calls again.
Told me he wanted to tell me the deal, lay it out for me.
If I thought it was good, I could go along with it. Otherwise, we could call it quits.
I was just about to get bounced out of my room, so I listened. We must have talked for about an hour.
Yeah.
That's when he laid it out for me.
The way it looked, the plan couldn't miss. It wasn't anything he hadn't thought of all along the line.
He had the leaks all plugged up tight, you see.
All right. How'd this deal work?
I thought Summers gave you the line-up.
Yeah, he did, but we'd like to hear it from you, all right?
Are you sure you ain't trying to con me into something?
You said it yourself. You've got no choice now, have you?
No. Well, the way it had worked was smooth, real smooth.
The boss, that's what I called him. He'd call me, tell me what kind of car he wanted.
I'd get in touch with one of the boys and pass the order on, you see.
Yeah.
Hype would steal the car, call me.
Who?
Some hype would steal the car and call me right away. Tell me where he had the car.
Then the boss would call and I'd tell him. He'd drive by, look at the car.
If he okayed it, he'd call me and I'd tell the fellow that stole it to get it rolling.
They'd drive it to Mexico, huh?
Yeah. First off, I'd meet him and give him enough money to get back here, though.
After that, they'd switch the plates in the car and then shove off.
Where'd you get the plates?
Oh, the boss would get them someplace.
Then they'd be delivered to me. Always cold plates.
I think he probably got them off of used car lots. I don't know. That's the way it looked like to me.
Yeah. What happened then?
Well, the guy'd drive the car straight through. He'd deliver the car to our contact down at Tijuana.
What about the payoff from Mexico? How'd they work then?
Well, that went through me, too. I'd get a call from the boss. He'd tell me where the meat was.
I'd show up and pick up a paper bag with the narcotics.
That's the way the stolen cars were paid for, narcotics?
Yeah. Heroin was the best, so by the time we cut it down, it went a long way.
What'd you do with the stuff?
Well, some of it I'd use for paying off the hype that lifted the car and the rest went on to the boss.
How'd you get it to him?
He'd call me, tell me where to leave it. Maybe an alley downtown, a telephone pole on central.
Once in a fountain right in front of City Hall. Every time, it was a different place.
Yeah. Is it possible any of the others might know who he is?
Ah, I talked to none of them, no. I don't think they're holding that.
Yeah. This boss, he ever say anything that could let you know where he was calling from?
No.
How about his voice? You get anything from that?
What do you mean?
He have an accent, something like that?
No, nothing. He talk just like you and me. There's one thing, though.
What's that?
He's been around. He knows the tricks. He knows about me, everything I've ever done.
The way he talks, you know he knows all the rackets.
Mm-hmm. He ever sent you anything through the mail?
What do you mean, like with the postman?
That's right.
Yeah. A couple of times he sent me a batch of plates to use on the cars, but they come by messing you.
One of the companies here?
No, just a guy. I asked him who sent them, but they couldn't tell me.
Couldn't or wouldn't?
I ain't sure, but I really don't think they know.
It's always a different guy each time, never the same one twice.
You got some of the plates around?
No, we used the last one on the car last night.
When does the boss usually send them to you?
Depends on how many cars we've taken. He keeps track.
When we're out of coal plates, another batch of them shows up. It depends on the cars, you think?
How about the other men working with you? The ones here in town. Do you give us a list of them?
If I do, it makes me a pretty big think.
If you don't, it's going to make you big trouble.
I suppose so. There's nothing you guys can promise me for this, huh?
You know the answer to that, too.
We can see that the district attorney's office knows about the help he gave us. That's all we can do.
That's better than nothing. Okay, I'll give you the name.
Now, when this goes to trial, we can figure you'll be a witness for the state.
Against who?
Well, this boss, whoever he is.
Sure, if you can get him. I don't think you will, though.
Is that right?
Sure, it stands to reason. I worked for the guy. I never got to see him. He ain't going to want to see the police.
Now, he's a little like you, isn't he?
Huh?
He's got no choice.
We got the list of names from the suspect, and then we checked with Captain Carl Shye in our narcotics division.
He assigned two men to work with us on the case.
We got in touch with the sheriff's department and filled Sergeant Judge Shelton in on the developments.
A call was put in to Al Gaten at San Diego, and he said that he'd get in touch with the Mexican authorities and line up the cooperation we needed from them.
The name of the contact in Tijuana was given to them, but they were unable to locate the suspect.
We asked the stats office to make a new run on the investigation.
We asked the stats office to make a new run on the MO of the auto thefts in an attempt to come up with a new lead on the head of the ring of thieves.
They turned up six leads that were checked out. They netted us nothing.
We got in touch with the state highway patrol, and we worked out a system to intercept any cars that might be stolen in the future by the same gang.
The plan was that in the event we received a call regarding a stolen vehicle, we'd put it on the air with the heading of the code word Alex.
This would alert all police officers between Los Angeles and the Mexican border.
The men named for us by the suspect Harry Sloan were all taken into custody.
Further interrogation netted us no new information.
In the meantime, the leader of the gang had apparently succeeded in setting up a new group of thieves and was operating again.
The thefts continued through the next month.
During that time, all precautions were taken to keep the stolen cars from getting to the border, but the speed with which the gang operated made apprehending them almost impossible.
The radio operation with patrol units along the highway was tried, but by the time the cars were reported stolen to us
and we were able to get a broadcast out on them, they were already across the border.
Thursday, July 30th, Frank and I checked into the office.
I'll check the book.
Right.
Anything?
No, it's all here from Fay, that's all.
Well, Skipper sure hacked about this thing, huh?
Can you blame him?
No, I suppose not. He's got a lot of people leaning on him.
I don't know, Joe, it's about time the brakes start falling on our side.
Well, we've been saying that for a long time, too. It doesn't seem to do much good.
We've got a big gun, we're going to have to prove it, and that isn't going to be easy.
Yeah.
The way he's going to work down is going to be awful tough to build a case that'll stick.
Well, he doesn't handle the narcotics, he doesn't handle the money, all he does is okay the jobs.
Yeah, but there's got to be an outlet for the heroin.
Where's he getting rid of it?
That's a good question. You know, we've been trying to come up with the answer a long time.
No rumbles, informants don't know anything.
I'll get it.
Auto theft Friday.
Yes, ma'am.
Well, maybe we can help you.
Yes, ma'am, huh?
Yes, well, could we meet you?
Oh, no, ma'am, you won't be involved.
Oh, what's that address again?
Yeah.
Yes, ma'am, we'll be there.
Oh, in about ten minutes? What's that?
No, ma'am, just my partner.
Yes, that's right.
All right, see you then.
Right, goodbye.
Well, maybe this is a break.
Who was it?
Woman, she wouldn't give us her name. She said that wasn't important. She wants us to meet her.
What about?
What does that have to do with used cars?
Ten, ten a.m.
Frank and I left the office and drove to Hollywood to meet the woman who'd called in.
She said that she wanted to meet us in one of the coffee shops along Vine Street.
We drove out the new freeway to Hollywood Boulevard and then down to Vine Street.
We parked the car and walked up to the coffee shop.
The girl on the phone had refused to give us her name, so Frank and I had no way of knowing who she might be.
She told me to take a booth at the back of the restaurant and that she'd find us.
Then I sat down and ordered a cup of coffee and we waited.
There was no sign of the caller.
Eleven a.m.
She still hadn't shown up.
We were about ready to leave when a tall woman, well dressed, in her middle 30s came in.
She stopped at the door and looked around the place and then she headed for our booth.
Joe.
That might be.
No, she's heading for the next booth.
Are you from the police?
What?
Are you a policeman?
No, why?
Never mind.
Are you from the cops?
Yes, ma'am.
I'm the one who called you and told you to meet me here.
Yes, ma'am.
I'm Joe Friday.
This is my partner, Frank Smith.
You got some way to prove it.
Ma'am.
Prove that you're cops.
I don't want to talk to nobody who ain't a cop.
Yes, ma'am.
Here's my ID card.
Oh, yeah.
That's you, all right.
Yes, ma'am.
How about you?
Yes, ma'am.
Here's mine.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, say, that's a real nice picture.
You put on some weight, haven't you?
Would you like to sit down, ma'am?
We can get started on this?
Yes, sure.
Now, what was your name?
You don't need that.
It doesn't make any difference.
All right.
We order you something, maybe?
Yeah, I'd like a Coke.
All right.
I'll get a Joe.
You make sure it's a real Coke, though.
Genuine.
All right, ma'am.
I'm sorry I'm late.
I got tied up.
That's all right, ma'am.
I wonder if we can get started.
Well, I was across the street waiting by the radio station.
Yes, ma'am.
Waiting for that singer.
Oh, what's his name?
You know who I mean, the cute one with the curly hair.
Oh, I never can think of his name.
Anyway, I was waiting for him to come out.
He was doing a show over there, you know.
He has a wonderful voice and he's so cute.
Now, what's this all about, this thing you want to tell us?
Crazy kids in their autograph books.
I couldn't even get near him.
Miserable.
I wonder if we could get out of business here, ma'am.
You said on the phone that you could give us some information?
Yeah, I think I can help you out.
It seems to me that you might want to talk to this man.
What's his name?
Well, maybe I ought to tell you about him first, and then if you want to know his name, I can tell you that.
All right, ma'am.
Go ahead.
Here's your Coke, ma'am.
Oh, thanks.
Oh, that's good.
It's cold.
Do you want to go on?
On?
Yes, ma'am.
About the man?
Oh, yeah.
Well, there's this fella, and he's got an office in the building where I work.
Where would that be?
A corner of Hollywood and Dick Street.
Right on the corner.
Ninth floor.
Elevator's always out of order.
Yes, ma'am.
Well, he's got this office and I see him a lot.
You know what?
The elevator?
Maybe down at the magazine rack in the lobby.
Anyway, I see him a lot.
All right.
Well, about a week ago, he asked me for a date.
Just like that.
He'd come up to me while I was looking at TV Stars Parade at the magazine.
All about television stars, where they work, what they're like, all interesting things
like that, like do they like garlic and what kind of knot do they use in their ties, all
interesting things like that.
So this man asked you for a date, huh?
Came up just like brass and asked me out.
Well, first off, I was kind of flattered.
You know, he's pretty nice.
He drives a nice car and all, but I told him I couldn't go out with him.
Then I told him that I thought he should be ashamed of himself.
I told him he should be ashamed of himself.
Yes, ma'am.
Sure.
See, I knew he was married.
Nice little wife.
Real cute.
I saw her a couple of times around the building.
Lately, she hasn't been too well.
Real cute.
Imagine him asking me out and him a married man.
Well, yes, ma'am, but why do you think that the police might be interested in him?
I'm coming to that.
That was good.
Well, I kind of checked around, you know, to see what this guy did and what business he was in.
Yes, ma'am.
He's in the used car business, sells old cars.
I see.
That's it.
Sells used cars in an office building.
Not even a lot.
Nothing.
There's a glass door.
Is there any lettering on it?
Yeah, I thought about that too, but there isn't.
No, that's all he's got, just this little tiny office desk and a couple of chairs.
Glass door.
Well, ma'am, there's nothing illegal in that, you know.
Oh, yeah, but he doesn't have a license.
No, sir, he doesn't have a license.
Hey, pardon?
I work for a lawyer.
Alphabetical filing, G to O.
I asked my boss if he didn't have to have some kind of license to sell cars, and my boss says you do.
This man doesn't have one.
He goes out and buys these old cars and then fixes them up and sells them, and he doesn't have a license.
Well, not only that, the man he sells the cars to.
Why do you say that?
Well, because I do, that's why.
Well, he's coming in the office, and they sit there and talk and talk, and then they leave.
I've been in the hall sometimes, and they laugh, and they're real spooky guys, real spooky.
What's the matter, ma'am?
The man that just came in, the one with the kind of blond hair, you see him?
Yes, ma'am, what about him?
Isn't that... Oh, what a name. I know it as well as I know my own.
He stars in all those space things, you know, like the Saturn Saga and the Martian Maniac that was on last week, and this fella, that one that just came in.
Well, he had on this kind of suit, all covered with lights, a space suit, so cute.
Yes, ma'am. Well, if you'll tell us the name of the man in your building, we'll check on him.
Oh, there's more to the story.
Ma'am?
There's more. I'm not finished.
Would you like to sit down and go on?
Oh, yeah.
Well, the day before yesterday, I'm standing by the elevator, and one of this man's customers came out of the office.
He walks over to the elevator.
He reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette, kept the pack up here in the pocket up here.
With the handkerchief?
Yes, ma'am.
Well, when he pulled the pack out, he dropped a little package.
It fell around the floor and he didn't see it.
Right away, he got into the elevator and went down, and I went over and picked it up.
A little tiny thing.
Got it right here in my purse.
I was going to give it to the man, and then I thought maybe I better come to you.
I saw a picture of a thing like this in the newspaper once.
Here it is.
You just look at that.
There, you see?
Yes, ma'am.
Where is it, Jim?
Harold.
1140 A.M.
We continued to talk to the woman.
She gave us the name of the man who ran the used car agency in her building, Ralph Holland.
She also gave us a description of him and a description of the man she'd seen drop the narcotics.
We went back to the office and checked the name through R&I.
Holland had a record listing one arrest on suspicion of violation of the State Narcotic Act.
The date of the arrest was August 17, 1937.
He'd been released for lack of evidence.
We checked the name in the phone book and came up with a business and a residence address.
He lived with his wife in a large tract out in San Fernando Valley, 1.15 P.M.
Frank and I drove out to talk with Holland's neighbors.
They told us that the family was known and respected throughout the area.
None of them could recount any actions that might cause suspicion.
They told us the Hollands had lived in the house for the past five years,
but that Mrs. Holland had said that the family was planning to move into town.
From the neighbors, we found out that Mrs. Holland was a semi-invalid and rarely left the house.
We called the office and arranged for a stakeout on the house,
and then we drove back into Hollywood to talk with Holland's business associate.
From them, we got the same story.
Ralph Holland was a respected member of the community and was a member of several civic clubs.
None of his friends could tell us much about his business activities.
We did learn, however, that many of his friends couldn't figure how the family could live at the scale that they did.
They said that Holland had a good business,
but they couldn't see how he could afford the new cars that he drove or the new house he was planning to move into.
By 46 p.m., we checked back into the office and talked with Captain Nelson.
Well, it should take us a couple of days to get the information back from the banks.
Yeah. In the meantime, we got a lot of walking to do.
Yeah. It's gonna be tough.
I'll skipper say we could have all the help we needed.
You got in touch with Narcotics?
Yeah, I called him this morning. They'll give us a hand.
Yeah. Rough duty, isn't it?
What do you mean?
Well, we figured the guy's gilly, looks good for it, not a big job.
Yeah. Gotta prove it.
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Friday, July 31st, the legwork started.
Two teams of men were assigned from auto theft detail to help us, and Narcotics sent two more teams to work with us.
For the next three weeks, Ralph Holland was kept under 24-hour surveillance.
A stakeout was maintained on his house and on his office.
His business records were checked.
From these, we came up with an estimate of what the suspect's income was.
Then we began to check his expenditures.
As a result, we found that he had control of at least $250,000 that his business could not account for.
Everyone who visited the Hollands, either at their home or at his office, was checked on.
Among his visitors, we found several known narcotic dealers.
The auto thefts continued, but by now the code system had begun to work.
From July 31st to August 25th, 16 cars were stolen that we attributed to Holland's operation.
All of them were recovered between Los Angeles and the Mexican border.
All of the drivers of the cars were taken into custody, but none of them could give us any information to aid us in obtaining a conviction.
During that time, Holland didn't make any attempt to handle any narcotics.
A dictograph had been placed in his office and all of his conversations were monitored, but nothing incriminating was said.
We got the address of the new home the suspect had bought and a complete set of listening equipment was installed there.
From the time the couple moved into the house, their conversations were monitored 24 hours a day.
The recordings were played for Captain Nelson, Captain Chai of Narcotics Division, and for the men from the District Attorney's office.
They agreed that there wasn't enough evidence to issue an indictment.
Friday, August 28th, Frank and I checked into the listening post.
Why don't you might as well sit down, Frank. We got a long night.
It's gonna be better with a speaker. What? Fellas downtown putting a speaker, see? Earphones get too heavy. Oh, yeah.
I was talking to Guy Anderson. He was out here.
Said by the time you sit with those things on your head for a couple hours, feels like somebody shot your ears full of Novakine.
Yeah. Speaker's better. Yeah, man. It's easier too.
Well, better turned on, huh? Yeah.
Holland come home yet? Just walked in before we got here.
There they come.
You tired, honey? Yeah.
I want a drink. I have one right here. Oh, I'll fix it.
Sounds like you're in the living room, huh? Yeah.
Want to take a trip with me? Where to? Oh, help me. We drive down south.
You're not treating on going to Mexico. Oh, I got it, honey.
And anybody else that said things been rough lately, been picking the boys up as fast as I can find them.
Why did you call it quits? You've made enough.
Just about to do that, honey. That's the last trip.
I'm glad of that. Honey, I don't like it.
Maybe I'm just getting jittery, but I swear there have been men watching the house.
Here. Thank you, sir.
Oh, you're just getting jumpy, honey.
There isn't anybody watching and anybody who knows about this.
Oh, I'm glad you think that. I'm not too sure anymore.
Nothing to worry about. We're cleaning. This is the last trip.
After that, we call it quits, okay?
I'll be glad when it's over.
You go with me. That'll be good for you.
Get out of the house. See the country.
Get you over this case of nerves you got.
Might be kind of nice if that. Sure it would.
Best thing in the world for you. See some new things?
When do you figure you go?
Oh, I'm gonna pick up the car in the morning early.
I thought we'd get away about eight.
We'll stay down there for a couple of days.
We'll get back Tuesday. Take our time. Have a few laughs.
Who's gonna pick up the car?
A kid named Jimmy. We're gonna meet him halfway, just outside of Del Mar.
I'll take the car from there.
Well, like I said, I'll be glad when it's over.
I know how you feel, honey. I'll give you my word.
Tomorrow, that's the end of it.
Well, let's hope he's not kidding.
The following morning at 6.30 a.m.,
Frank and I, along with the men from Narcotics Division,
were parked down the street from the Holland home.
At 8.36 a.m., we saw the couple come out of the house
and get into Ralph Holland's car.
They drove out to Sepulveda Boulevard and they turned south.
All units of the state police had been notified to watch for the car.
Members of the Sheriff's Department were stationed along the road just outside Del Mar.
If we could take Holland into custody while he was in the possession of a stolen car
and confront him with the stories of the two suspects we picked up earlier,
George Summers and Harry Sloan,
we felt that there was a good chance that he might confess.
In any event, we'd be able to bring him to trial on a grand theft auto charge.
The meet was made with the man who'd stolen the car as scheduled,
and Holland started to drive south to the border.
Men from the Sheriff's Department took the thief into custody and we followed Holland.
About four minutes later, he pulled the car over to the side of the road
in front of a small coffee stand.
He and his wife got out of the car and they went into the place.
We drove by and then we doubled back and parked about 100 yards up the road from the stand.
All right, let's go. The boy should be around back by now.
Yeah.
Come on, come on.
Out the end of the counter.
Yeah.
You Ralph Holland?
Yes, what do you want?
You driving that green Buick out there?
Yeah, so what?
What if we could see the registration papers on the car?
What for?
Police officers. We'd like to see the registration papers.
Watch it.
What are you doing? You got no right to hit him like that.
We weren't doing anything. You got no right.
Come on, Holland.
You're playing a little rough, don't you?
We didn't call it. You did.
All right, hands are back here.
Stand still.
How about it?
He's clean.
You guys, you got a lot of nerve to come in here and beat him up like this.
Who tipped you? Who faked it?
Don't worry about it.
Somebody had to, but there wasn't anybody that knew.
Nobody at all. How'd you find out?
All right, come on.
It's perfect.
Now, where'd I go sour?
When'd I make the mistake?
When you started.
The story you have just heard is true.
The names were changed to protect the innocent.
On January 14th, trial was held in Department 89,
Superior Court of the State of California,
in and for the County of Los Angeles.
In a moment, the results of that trial.
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Ralph P. Holland was tried and convicted on 12 counts Grand Theft Auto.
His wife, Mildred R. Holland, was tried and convicted of one count Grand Theft Auto.
Seven other members of the gang were apprehended and brought to trial on the same charges.
They all received sentences 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 ten years.
Four suspects were apprehended and tried on charges of violation of the State Narcotic Act of Felony.
They were convicted and received terms as prescribed by law.
Violation of the State Narcotic Act of Felony is punishable by imprisonment in the state penitentiary
for a period of not less than one, nor more than six years.
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, Sergeant Vance Brasher.
Heard tonight were Ben Alexander, Stacy Harris, Virginia Gregg, and Big Perrin.
Script by John Robinson, music by Walter Schuman, Hal Gibney speaking.
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