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You're assigned a robbery detail.
A holdup man has robbed the owner of a neighborhood grocery store.
The victim has been beaten unmercifully with a sawed-off shotgun.
The assailant has escaped into the city without a trace.
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Was Wednesday, February 18th.
Was raining in Los Angeles.
We were working the day watch out of robbery detail.
My partner's Frank Smith, the boss is Chief of Detective Stad Brown.
My name's Friday.
The office had called me at 3.46 a.m.
By the time I got dressed and out in front of my apartment, it was 3.59 a.m.
Frank was there waiting to pick me up.
What's the best way to get there?
Down the freeway, I guess, and cut over on the Liso, huh?
All right.
Who called you?
The hospital or the office?
The office.
Said that Bailey had regained consciousness.
We might be able to talk to him now.
The rain's gonna slow us down.
Well, I better use the light and siren, Frank.
We may not have much time.
Huh?
The way the skipper put it to me on the phone.
Yeah?
They still don't know if Bailey's gonna live.
Raymond Bailey was 62 years old.
He owned and operated a small neighborhood grocery store on the corner of Whitman and
Beacon Streets.
Two days before, on Monday night, a man had entered the store and at the point of a sawed-off
shotgun had robbed Bailey.
After emptying the cash register and the safe, he'd slugged the elderly man with a barrel
of the gun and he'd fled.
Bailey had been rushed to Georgia Street Receiving Hospital and then transferred to the county
hospital for treatment.
For the past two days, he'd been under heavy sedative and he'd been in a coma.
He was suffering from a skull fracture, cuts, and bruises.
His condition was listed as critical and we'd left word to be called the minute he regained
consciousness.
4.26 a.m.
We got to the hospital.
We went up to the fourth floor.
We met and talked with the doctor who'd been taking care of Bailey.
He told us that the patient had just been given another shot to ease the pain and that
he'd probably drop off to sleep.
We went into the hospital room and walked over to the side of the bed.
It was a few minutes before the old man started to talk.
I'll tell you what I remember.
All seemed kind of far away like I read about it in the book.
Not like it really happened to me.
All right, sir, if you'd just tell it in your own words, if you can.
What time is it?
It's quarter to five, Mr. Bailey.
Who's that?
I'm Frank Smith.
Are you a policeman, too?
Yes, sir.
Oh, quarter to five, huh?
That day or night?
It's in the morning, sir.
I sure have been out.
If you'd tell us what happened, sir.
How many of you are there in here?
Well, just the two of us.
The way they got in my head, old bandies can't see.
Say, officers.
Yes, sir?
The doctor said this is Wednesday.
Is that true?
Yes, sir, that's right.
Wednesday the 18th.
I can't figure where the time's gone.
It can't be Wednesday.
Why do you have to agree with him?
Why don't you tell me for true?
Well, sir, you've been asleep for a couple of days.
Really?
Yes, sir.
You've been pretty sick, huh?
That's what they tell us.
Mm-hmm.
It seems like every time I turn around they give me another shot.
It takes the pain away, but makes everything seem so far away, like nothing was really
happening to me.
Yes, sir, we understand.
Think you could go on with the story?
Oh, yeah.
This fella came in Monday night.
It was raining.
It wasn't much business.
I was figuring on closing when he came in.
Took one of the carts and started to pick up stuff off the counter.
Yes, sir.
Well, the fella picked up a lot of stuff.
Had a shopping bag with him, hung it on the cart.
I figured that I'd have to check the bag when he got to the check stand.
We had a lot of shoplifting lately.
I see.
Well, after he looked store over, he came up to the check stand and I checked out stuff
he had.
It came to over $5.
Oh, picked out all kinds of things, most of them imported.
I see these were all groceries, were they?
Yes.
I had the stuff and it came to a little over $5.
Oh, I got exactly how much?
Eh, a little over $5.
All right, sir.
After I got everything all told up, I asked him if I could put it in the shopping bag
for him.
I didn't want to come right out and ask to see in it.
For all he might have just moved in the neighborhood and I haven't got that many regulars that
I can insult him.
Yes, sir.
That's when he pulled the gun, pulled it right out of the shopping bag.
You saw that it was a shotgun, did you?
Yes, sir.
The barrel was sharp.
I guess it had been sawed off.
He pointed at me and told me to give him the money in the cash register.
All right, sir.
And he told me to lay down on the floor and stay there for five minutes and not to move.
I was going to do it.
I wasn't going to give him any trouble.
Money doesn't mean that much to me.
You get to be my age, 62, and it's more important that you're alive than how much money you
got.
Yes, sir.
A lot more important.
Yes, sir.
Well, I was just going to do like you said when Mrs. Colton came in the store.
She's one of my regular customers, you know.
She saw the fellow with the gun and she let out a scream.
I tried to tell her to keep quiet, but before I could say much of anything, the fellow turned
around and hit me with a gun.
Oh, I say hit me just about as hard as you could.
I kind of remember the sirens coming, but that's kind of hazy, like it didn't really
happen to me, like I read about it.
I see, sir.
Now, can you tell us what the man looked like?
Yeah, I guess I can.
But before I do, though.
Yes, sir.
Would you tell me what time it really is?
Well, right now it's 4.50, Mr. Bailey, 4.50 a.m.
Wednesday morning?
Yes, sir, that's right.
I don't think it's very nice, you fellas, play a joke like this on old men.
Seems like you could be honest.
If I had my watch, I could tell myself.
We're telling you the truth about the time, Mr. Bailey, it's 4.50.
All right, then you have your little joke, but I don't think it's funny at all.
Sir, can you tell us how old the man was?
About 24, 26.
I see.
How tall was he?
Tall as me.
I can remember because I look right over straight at him.
That make him five and eight.
Yeah, right about that.
Was he heavy or slight?
I couldn't tell too well.
He had a big overcoat on.
How about his coloring, his complexion?
Oh, he's dark complexed, had dark eyes.
Do you remember what the color of his hair was?
Well, I could just see it, the temples, it was black.
Yeah, he had this hat on, the hat pulled down.
Was he clean shaded?
Yeah, yes, he was.
I'm sorry to have to ask you all these questions, but we have to get to the bottom of this.
Did he have any marks or scars?
Yes, yes, sir.
He had a little mole on the side of his nose, just a small little one.
Which side of his nose, would you remember?
Well, when he was facing me, it was on the left, so that'd be on his right.
Yeah, that's right, on the right side.
I hope we're not tiring you too much, but was there anything different about the way
he talked, an accent, something like that?
No.
Say, how about the things he picked up, you get any fingerprints from him?
No, sir, he must have taken all the groceries with him.
Would you know the man if you saw him again, Mr. Bailey?
He just bet I would.
I'd remember that face till my dying day.
I won't ever forget it.
Think you've ever seen this man before?
No, sir, never did.
Would you know if he drove a car?
I don't think so.
He was so wet when he'd come in.
He must have walked a ways.
Like I said, his shoulders are just soaking wet.
Yes, sir.
We'd like to have you look at some pictures when you feel a little better, Mr. Bailey.
You just bring them on.
You got a picture of that young hoodlum, I'll know it.
All right, sir.
We're going to have to come back and see you.
You ought to try to get some sleep now.
We appreciate your cooperation here.
Well, I suppose I should.
The last couple of minutes, you fellas been getting a little further away from me.
Seems like none of this is happening to me, just like I'm dreaming it.
We'll be back to see you, sir.
Is there anything you need?
No, sir, not a thing.
All right, fine.
Thanks very much.
And you get some rest now.
Yeah, I'll try.
Hey, hey, one thing you could do for me.
What's that, sir?
Would you ask the nurse to come by?
I think the joke is funny, but you fellas carried it on too far.
I'd like to know what time it really is.
All right, Mr. Bailey, we'll send her in.
Thank you.
Goodbye, sir.
Goodbye.
Pardon me, nurse.
Yes?
What if you check Mr. Bailey in there?
He'd like to know what time it is.
He's been asking the same question the last two days.
He won't seem to believe any of us.
But you know where you could find Dr. Cardell?
Yes, sir, just down the hall, two doors past the turn.
Thank you very much.
Sure like to find out when he'd be able to look at those mug shots.
Yeah, I know, it's got a good description.
Gonna make it easier?
Yeah.
I guess this is it.
Two doors past the turn.
Yeah.
Come in.
Sorry to bother you again, doctor.
That's all right.
What can I do for you?
We were wondering when it would be possible for Mr. Bailey to look at some pictures for
us.
I mean, when he's well enough.
Well, with the way he's been reacting to treatment, he'll live.
Yes, sir.
But you saw the bandage.
Yes, sir.
He's totally blind.
5, 10 a.m.
We got to the city hall.
We got out a supplementary broadcast and an APB carrying the description of the suspect.
We asked the stats office to make a run for us on the information the victim of the holdup
had given us.
They said they'd be able to give us a list of possible by 10.30 that morning.
We checked through the oddity file to see if there might be something in the records
on the small mole on the suspect's nose.
There were several cards turned over to us, but none of them matched the rest of the description
that we had.
6.30 a.m.
We went across the street.
We had breakfast, then we came back to the office and put in a call to the hospital to
check on Bailey.
The doctor told us that he was sleeping comfortably and he appeared to be past the critical point.
For the next hour, Frank and I checked through the mug books to see if there were any recent
parolees who matched the description that we had.
We came up with nothing that would help us in getting an identification of the suspect.
The woman customer of the store mentioned by Bailey in his report of the crime had been
questioned thoroughly, but she was unable to give us any additional information on the
holdup man.
She was unable to give us a concrete description of the thief.
She'd been shown the mug books, but after looking at them, she stated that she was more
confused than she had been before seeing them.
She also told us about the suspect's black overcoat.
She said that while the shoulders looked quite wet from the rain, the rest of the garment
appeared to be dry.
10.30 a.m.
We got the results of the run from the stats office.
There were 17 names on the list.
All men matched the description of the suspect and had at one time or another used the same
M.O. used in holding up Bailey.
It took us two days to check him out, and at the end of 48 hours, we were no nearer
apprehending the thief than we had been before.
7.58 a.m. Saturday morning, I checked in for work.
Hi, Joe.
Morning, Frank.
It's one of the best investments I ever made.
Huh?
This trench coat sure gave me a lot of wear.
Well, if you only used it this week, you'd gotten your money's worth.
Yeah.
Sure is the answer to the rain question, though.
I haven't worn that plastic coat in mine so long, I'm beginning to feel like a package
of frozen food.
Yeah, you look like it, too.
Yeah.
Anything in the book?
No.
I talked to Stoner this morning, thought for a minute they had something for us.
What's that?
Well, I picked up a kid down on Seventh yesterday.
Tried to heist a liquor store.
Manager pulled a gun and held him.
Stoner answered the call.
Thought at first it might be the guy we're looking for.
Didn't check out, though, huh?
No.
Kid just got in town yesterday morning, broke and hungry.
You know, I got to thinking about that Bailey thing last night.
Yeah?
Well, what he said about the suspect's coat.
What do you mean?
Well, you remember that Bailey said the guy didn't look very wet, just the shoulders on
the coat.
Well, no, Joe, Bailey didn't say exactly that.
He said the shoulders on the coat looked wet, but it was that woman customer we talked to,
that Mrs. Colton.
She's the one that told us the coat looked dry except the shoulders.
Yeah, well, that's the point I'm trying to make.
I don't remember who said it.
But if just his shoulders were wet, the way the rain was coming down out there, he couldn't
have walked far and come in out of it that dry, could he?
No.
There's no bus or streetcar lines within six blocks of Bailey's store.
We know he doesn't live close to the store.
He had to come in the car.
Nobody saw one, though.
Yeah.
Well, it's happened before.
I guess it's the same thing you're thinking, huh?
Well?
Could have took a cab, huh?
Maybe.
Well, let's run it down.
I'd better stand still.
There are 22 taxi cab companies listed in the phone directory, all serving the downtown
Los Angeles area.
Each of these companies may have from six to several hundred cabs in service at any
given time.
Each driver might make as many as six trips an hour.
In wet weather, the cab traffic is almost double that of any normal day.
As a result of the number of possibilities, Frank and I spent the next week going through
drivers' waybills, checking for a cab that dropped off a customer near the corner of
Virgil Avenue and Bimini Place at approximately 9.30 p.m. on the day of the robbery.
After checking the reports, we came up with one trip that looked good.
A driver had picked up a passenger at the corner of Mariposa and Wilshire Boulevard
and had dropped him one block from Bailey's store, waited for him, and then driven him
downtown.
We checked with the traffic manager of the cab company and we found that the driver could
be located at a cab standout on Wilshire Boulevard.
Frank and I drove out to see him.
We gave him the description of the suspect and asked if he'd ever seen anybody who matched
it.
Yeah, I remember him.
A little guy.
I picked him up out on Wilshire.
I remember it because he wanted out on a corner.
I thought it was funny that he didn't want me to let him out in front of wherever it
was he was going.
Did you wait for him?
Yeah.
He gave me a saw buck and said for me to wait.
I dropped the flag and, oh, I guess it was about a half an hour later, he came running
back to the cab, jumped in, told me to take him down to First and Spring, let him out
there.
I remember him pretty good now.
Had a big shopping bag.
I see.
Do you know where he went when he got out of your cab out on Bimini?
No.
I think it was an apartment out there.
The way the rain was coming down, I didn't stick my head out to watch him.
How about when you dropped him off downtown?
You see where he went then?
No.
You think you'd know this man if you ever saw him again?
Not sure.
He wore his hat kind of down over his face, dark in the back of the cab.
Might know him.
Then maybe I wouldn't.
I'd like to have you come downtown, look at some pictures if you would, see if you can
spot him for us.
Sure.
I got to get cleared through the dispatcher first.
That's all right.
We'll take care of that.
Say, what's this guy done?
I don't know.
We want to talk to him.
Going through a lot of trouble just to talk to a guy.
Come on, you can tell me.
I won't spread it around.
What's the beat?
What's he done?
That'll be a little better if we talk to him about it.
Okay.
That's the way you want to play it.
I don't want to get nosy.
I'll get you cleared with the dispatcher.
Okay.
I'd like to have you show us the apartment you think the man might have gone into if you
would.
Sure.
Glad to do anything I can to help.
Oh, say about those pictures.
Yeah.
Sure was dark that night.
I hope I can point him out.
Yes, sir.
So do we.
We took the cab driver downtown and he went through the mug books, but he was unable to
come up with an identification.
The neighborhoods where he'd picked up the suspect and where he dropped him off were
checked.
None of the people in the vicinity could tell us anything.
The usual channels of information were checked, but they yielded no new information.
It had been 10 days since the holdup and we were no nearer to finding the suspect than
we'd been the day after the robbery.
Another week passed without results.
The thief had dropped from sight.
We still had no idea where he was.
On Tuesday, March 10th, we got the answer.
Hot shot.
I'll get it.
Anything?
Yeah.
He just hit again.
The description of the MO the thief had used was the same as he'd employed in holding up
Bailey.
During the following three days, he hit three more times.
Each time he got away without a trace.
From the information we were able to get, it became apparent that he was using taxi
cabs to get to and from the scene of the holdups.
We checked the cab companies and got their full cooperation.
They agreed to help us as much as they could, but explained that with the tremendous volume
of business that they handled each day, it would be almost impossible to check every
passenger that the drivers carried.
We got out-cunded descriptions of the suspect, giving detailed information of the hat and
the coat that he wore, the shopping bag that he carried, and the fact that he asked the
drivers to wait for him.
Another week passed without results.
The bandit had stopped operating.
Thursday, March 19th, three additional teams of men were assigned to the case and a rolling
stakeout was set up in the general area where the holdup man had been working.
Additional cars were planted at the cab stands along Wilshire Boulevard and in the vicinity
of First and Spring Streets.
Another two days passed.
On Thursday, March 21st, Frank and I were sitting in our car, staked out at the cab
stand at the corner of Wilshire and Leeward, 8.46 p.m.
That looks like it's going to rain again.
Yeah.
Those clouds have been moving in all afternoon.
Pretty black, aren't they?
Yeah.
It's very cold, too.
Attention all units.
All units.
9-6-4-8 Elton Face, a 211 code 3.
All units in the vicinity of 9-6-4-8 Elton Face, a 211 code 3.
Let's go.
Right.
A couple blocks over.
Yeah.
Well, this is 9400.
Should be two blocks down from here.
All right.
You better hold it.
There's a cab headed this way.
You see who's in it?
No, he's pulling over the other side.
I'll take a look.
Yeah, it might be.
You want to check it?
Yeah.
All right, I'll swing it around.
That cab's taken off.
You see it?
Yeah, he's up ahead, just turning off on Wilshire.
See him?
Yeah, I hope we don't lose him.
There's only one man in the back seat.
You get a good look at him when we pass?
Not too good, no.
Hat pulled down.
It's about off.
See him?
Yeah, there he is, up ahead.
Yeah, he'll probably pull a gun on the driver.
All right, stick to him now.
Yeah.
It looks like he's headed for MacArthur Park.
Yeah.
Turn right.
Yeah.
There's a cab.
I'm gonna pull up.
Come on.
I couldn't stop.
He said he'd kill me if I did.
He had the gun pointed right at me.
You see where he went?
Yeah, he ran over there in the park.
Good.
He's all about it.
He said if I didn't keep driving, he'd kill me.
It's all right, you stay here.
I'll be right back.
Yeah, sure.
Joe.
Yeah.
You see him?
No, he got away.
Maybe we got something to go on.
Yeah?
He dropped his shotgun.
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A blockade of MacArthur Park was ordered.
The surrounding streets were checked, but apparently the suspect had made good his escape.
The crime lab crew was called and they came out and went over the cab for physical evidence.
In the back seat of the cab, we found the shopping bag that the thief had carried.
It was a plain brown paper bag with heavy cord handles.
There was no way of tracing it.
In the bottom of the bag, under several cans of food, there was a sales slip with a penciled
notation.
One of the prices that had been rung up had apparently been wrong.
And after the total had been made, a credit to the customer had been deducted.
There was no market name on the slip and no address, just the penciled notation.
The shotgun and the cans of food were checked for fingerprints, but those that were found
were so badly smudged that they were useless.
The serial number was checked with gun records and we found out that the gun had been reported
stolen three months previously.
We went out and talked to the man who'd made the report, but he couldn't help us.
Lieutenant Lee Jones made photographs of the serrated edge of the sawed-off barrels and
they were booked as evidence.
We checked at the store that had been robbed, but they told us that the sales slip wasn't
theirs.
Monday, March 23rd, we started out to find the store that had made out the slip.
We checked all of the smaller grocery stores in the area where most of the cabs had been
picked up.
It took us the better part of three days.
On Wednesday afternoon, we stopped at a small delicatessen at the corner of 3rd and Leeward
streets.
The manager there told us that he didn't recognize the slip, but he said that it could have come
from their cash register.
He asked us to wait while he called his wife.
She came over to the store and we showed her the receipt.
Yeah, that's one I made out.
A customer bought four cans of tomato sauce and I made a mistake on the register.
I overcharged him a penny on each can.
He noticed that he made quite a scene.
It was pretty embarrassing.
I apologized and I gave him a credit.
Do you know the man?
He comes in quite often, once twice a week.
Does he live in the neighborhood, would you know?
No, I can't tell you that.
He just comes in and then he leaves.
Do you know his name?
No, I don't.
Do you drive a car?
I've never seen him in a car.
He usually walks in, gets what he wants and then walks out.
Do you ever come in with anybody else?
No, he's always alone.
And you don't know if he lives around here, huh?
Well, I told you no.
What's he done?
What's this all about?
We want to talk to him, ma'am.
When do you think he'll be back?
Well, let's say this is Thursday.
He might be in this evening, maybe tomorrow.
What times do you usually come in?
Mostly in the late afternoon or early evening.
Is there something I can do?
Do you have a message I could give him?
No, ma'am, we'll give it to him.
We called the office and told them where we were.
Sergeants Murphy and Rafferty were sent out to help us cover the place.
They'd stopped by the business office and brought out two shotguns for us.
Frank and I checked the small store for some place to stake out.
The only place we could find where we could keep the entire store under observation and
yet not be seen ourselves was on top of one of the large refrigerators that held frozen
foods and dairy products.
Murphy and Rafferty took up their positions outside of the store and we waited.
At 5.30 it started to rain again.
There was no sign of the suspect.
7 p.m., 8 p.m., still no sign of him and the rain got heavier.
8.30, 9 p.m.
Every time this thing switches on, it feels like the dentist is working on the teeth.
Sure not much room up here.
Don't shove me off.
There just isn't one.
What's that?
It says in any way a man can lay on top of an ice box and be comfortable.
Yeah.
Evening.
Yeah.
Glad to see you back.
Huh?
Thought you might be mad about me overcharging you the other day.
Looking for anything special tonight?
No, just a couple can of things.
I can get them.
Sure is raining.
Yeah.
Looks good.
Yeah.
This wheelie comes over this way.
You can jump him then.
All right.
All right, now.
Hey, what's going on?
Watch it, Joe.
Let's go.
There he goes.
All right, police officer, hold it up.
He isn't gonna stop, Joe.
You see Murp and Rafferty?
Yeah.
They're across the street.
Looks like he's going in that apartment.
Come on.
All right, take it easy.
He should be in there.
He is.
All right, cover me.
Right.
All right, give it up, mister.
Get away from me, cop.
You come after me, I'll kill you.
Come on downstairs.
You're gonna save yourself a lot of trouble.
You okay, Joe?
Yeah.
He's still alive.
You want to call the ambulance?
Yeah.
Who told you?
Who tipped you off?
You did.
I never talked in my life.
I wasn't even worried.
You were once, fella.
What about?
Four cents.
The story you have just heard is true.
The names were changed to protect the innocent.
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Technical advisors, Captain Jack Donahoe, Sergeant Marty Wynn, Sergeant Vance Brasher.
Heard tonight were Ben Alexander, Ralph Moody, Lillian Byoff, Jack Krushen.
Script by John Robinson.
Music by Walter Schuman.
Hal Gibney speaking.
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And as always, Dragnet has brought you Dragnet, transcribed from Los Angeles.
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Here's why.
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King size for longer filtering.
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See how smooth it is.
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Think Fatima's fresh, noцareth, quite a bunch of