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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.
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Dragmat is the story of your police force in action.
It was Tuesday, March 8th. It was cold in Los Angeles.
We were working the night watch out of homicide.
My partner's been Romero. The boss is Captain Steve. My name's Friday.
We were on the way out from the office and it was 6.45 pm when we got to Greenwich Street.
Number 318.
Yes, gentlemen?
Police officers.
I'd like to see Dr. Small, please.
I'm Reverend Small.
Won't you come in?
Thank you.
Let me take your hat, officers. I've been waiting for you.
Oh, thanks.
My name's Friday. This is my partner's size at Romero.
How do you do, I'm dead and I?
How do you do, sir?
We'll put an interruption in it.
Oh, no, no. The organist, brother Reiber and I,
we're just running over a few hymns for the service tonight.
Would you come this way, please, into the part I've learned?
As I mentioned on the telephone, I'm not much of a detective,
but I think something should be done about this matter as soon as possible.
Oh, we'd like to get a few more particulars first, Reiber.
When'd you first find out about these threatening letters?
Sister Dorothy Wilson, I think I told you about her.
She came here to the factory and showed them to me.
She told me she's been getting the last four days and phone calls, too.
However, how long have you known this, Dorothy Wilson?
She will of your regular Christmas?
Well, she first joined my congregation about a month ago.
She's been in regular attendance at our services ever since.
Is that the church next door, joining the right for here?
Yes, that's right, Sergeant.
Second reformed church at the Holy Book.
I founded it here about three years ago and I've been passed ever since.
Have you ever had this trouble before?
I mean, threats against the people who join your church?
No, never, never any trouble at all.
I wonder if you have those notes that Miss Wilson's been receiving, Reiber.
Yes, right here, my desk.
Let me see, yes.
Yes, here are the five Sister Wilson and God.
And here are the two that I received.
What if I could look at?
Yes, surely, here you are.
Oh.
Oh, would you excuse me for a moment?
It's about time for Brother Reiber to get over to the church.
I'd better tell him.
Certainly, Reverend.
Didn't mean no, Jeff.
No, not at all.
I'll be back in just a moment.
All right.
What do they look like, Jim?
Let me see.
Postmarks here.
March 4th, 5th, 7th, 8th.
Come from different places around town.
According to Postmark, there's long beach.
A couple from Azusa.
Mm-hmm.
Glendale here.
No return address on any of them.
Yeah.
This notebook paper looks like to me.
This one.
Yeah.
There's this other one here.
Looks like some kind of wrapping paper.
The writing's not too bad.
Let's see.
According to Postmark, this is the first one I got, I guess.
I understand.
Dorothy Wilson, you are a center and you have led a sinful life.
You get to have the nerve to come into our church and make believe you are a Christian.
Spending George bad.
I have been coming to our church for a long time.
And it is an outrage to have you praying in our temple.
If you don't get out and stay out, I'm going to make sure you're taking care of it.
For good.
Look outside.
Sister in the Lord.
Must be some kind of a fanatic.
We better run only through the prime then.
You know.
That's when maybe it's tight with what you read at Stated March 6th.
You know.
Take this as a warning.
Bring your sinful body to our church again and your blood will run in the eyes.
A life can be taken when God demands it.
It could be yours.
Sorry for the interruption, Officer.
The things I had to remind brother Raybrough.
Have you seen all the letters?
Well, we're just checking them all over the room.
Certainly a terrible thing for our church.
I hope we can keep the matter as quiet as possible.
Yes, sir.
I noticed the two different signatures on these notes.
Now, half of them are signed a sister in the Lord.
And the other half are signed a brother DR Griswold.
Yes, that's right.
The first letter I got was from this brother Griswold.
His or the type written ones.
Do you know anyone in your congregation with that name, Reverend?
DR Griswold.
No, I checked over my list of regular parishioners twice.
If there is such a man, I don't know of them.
We can run that name through our eye anyway, Humbin.
Do you have any suspicions at all, Reverend?
What do you mean, Sergeant?
Well, I mean, can you think of anybody in your congregation
to possibly resent this Miss Wilson's joining your church, maybe?
Well, no.
I haven't had an opportunity to think it over in that light,
but I can't imagine anybody in our group writing letters like this.
What's her background, Reverend?
You know much about her?
No, she's a quiet girl.
She's very religious.
Works as a stenographer at an office downtown.
Help support a mother.
Would she be a church tonight?
Yes, she is.
They're already helping to set up the chairs for the service.
Why would you like to talk to her?
Yes, I could.
All right, let's go over to the church.
I don't have an hour before services begin.
All right, fine.
I'll have to take these letters along with us, Reverend,
when our handwriting man to check them over.
Yes, by all means, that Manila envelope on a desk
you can put them in there, if you like.
Thank you.
This one here?
Yes.
Okay.
This way, officers.
How many members do you have in your church, Reverend Spark?
162 regulars.
Another hundred or so on the friends they attend only occasionally.
You mentioned that this Miss Wilson's had threatening phone calls.
Yes, that's what she told me this afternoon.
Plan's voice or a woman?
The sister Wilson said both.
The phone calls usually follow that each letter.
They identify themselves the same way.
Brother Grisrod and the sister and the Lord.
Have you received any calls?
No, I haven't been half expecting them, but I haven't had any yet.
Here, shall we go in?
Please.
Here we are.
Our seating arrangement is still temporary.
We hope to have queues installed next year.
Oh, nice church.
Yes.
Thank you.
Oh, there's Sister Wilson.
She's helping set up the chairs.
If you'd like to wait in the choir's dressing room,
I'll bring her in there, Diego.
All right, thank you, Reverend.
Let's go, Ben.
This one, Joe?
Yes, this is it.
Well, it'll open a few windows in years musty.
Yeah.
What time do you say the service is starting?
7.30.
It's five minutes past seven now.
Officers?
Yes, sir.
Officers, this is Sister Dorothy Wilson.
Sister Wilson, Sergeant Friday.
How do you deal, ma'am?
Hello.
And Sergeant Ramirez.
That's Ramirez.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Sergeant Ramirez, Sister Wilson.
Hello.
That, no, you.
I guess you want to speak with Sister Wilson alone, do you?
Well, we'd like to have you stay if you would, Reverend.
Winner for someplace where we can sit down.
I guess, certainly, right over here in the any room.
Fine.
Well, let's be fine.
Now, Sister Wilson has no need to be afraid.
His officers are here to help you and to protect you.
See that nothing happens.
Yes, brother.
Small.
Well, fast and faithful, Lord, and usual not fear.
Yes, I will.
You want me to tell you all about it, Sergeant?
How it started?
Look, please.
Say, is it all right to smoke in here?
Yes, of course.
Go ahead.
Uh, we'll check for a second.
No, thank you.
No, thanks.
Man, I'm not right now.
Okay, I'll leave it back here if you want.
Uh, we've already looked over the letters that you received.
Uh, the Reverend here told us that you got the first one last Friday.
Yes.
That's right.
I've got one each day since then.
Phone calls, too.
Did you recognize the voice is making the call?
No.
I didn't know that at all, the woman's voice was very rough.
It's kind of like she might be old.
Uh-huh.
That's some terrible things about me and that is small.
She called both of us terribly awful.
The same with a man who calls.
Yes, sometimes he'd be the worse.
I'm going to think they're true, Sergeant.
Not one word.
Well, I'd like you to think carefully before you answer this, Miss Wilson.
Is there any one at all that you know in your neighborhood
here at church or at your work who might be doing this?
Maybe somebody that you knew a few years ago, some acquaintance.
Ever since it happened, I've been trying to think of someone.
I don't think I've ever met anybody who do this kind of thing.
Well, how about a former boyfriend or a girlfriend who might be jealous of you for some reason?
No.
I did have quite a few boyfriend, but casual dates, nothing serious.
They were always taking me out, dampening out the party,
we went everywhere, but I was never interested in any of them.
Were any of them upset when you stopped going out with them?
A few of them were angry when I wouldn't marry them,
but I don't think any of them would write those kind of letters.
Do you think the whole thing might be some kind of a joke someone's playing?
It's a pretty grim joke to go this far.
You live by yourself, Miss Wilson?
No, with my mother, but I don't want her to know anything about this.
Why would they be wiser if you told them?
No, my mother's been ill lately, and if she found that, it might upset her and awful lot.
She's not well at all.
I hope she's not for someone like that, you know what I mean?
Okay.
She's a lesson.
Okay.
Yeah, I think I would.
All right.
Thank you.
Who do you are?
Anybody else?
Reverend?
Yes, please.
Ben?
Nothing.
Okay, thank you.
Talk to yourself.
How about some of the church members, Miss Wilson?
Have any of them been at all unfriendly to you since you started coming here?
You know, I don't think so.
A few are pretty hard to get to know.
They're shy, I guess.
None of them have been uncharitable.
Then you don't think the faith is coming from anyone in the church?
They say, I don't know who the person is.
The way they say all those rotten things about me.
They call me a sinner and a bad woman.
Well, I guess I'm a sinner like all of us are, but I'm not a bad woman.
I'm going to church because I want to be born again as a light.
I've never killed anyone, and I've never been a bad woman.
You believe me, don't you ever?
Of course I do.
I don't get you sound more like a sense, Mr. Wilson.
You think that's why they want to murder me because I'm a sinner?
You think that's why?
Please, Mr. Wilson, try and get your mind off.
They want to kill me because I'm a sinner.
Then why don't they want to kill all of us enough?
Well, they're going to have a lot of homicides if they try.
Ten p.m., together with sergeants Reigns and Bechtel, we tail Dorothy Wilson to her home.
She parked her car through the air and went inside.
A stakeout was placed on her house.
The next morning, we took the threatening letters which the Wilson girl had received
and asked her on my own hand writing to check them over.
During the next five days, we checked thoroughly into the background of Dorothy Wilson.
We talked to her relatives or employers, all her friends passed in prison.
We had no good reason to suspect any of them.
We checked out the people at the church, and they were clear.
Both Reverend Small and the Wilson girl continued to receive more threatening letters.
Some of the language and the accusations were pretty foul.
Still no outward attempt were made on the life of the Wilson girl.
A week after we started on the case, we tallied up our findings and seemed to make sense.
We talked it over with Reigns and the squadron.
Don Mars, checking those letters in the sample of the Wilson girl's handwriting, isn't he?
What's he got to say?
The letters written along hand to sign the sister and the lord and the typewritten letters
to sign brother DR Gritton.
Yeah, I know that.
Don says all the letters were written but the same person.
Ah, as you think.
Well, similarities and phrasing, same mistakes and spelling,
typewritten and long-hand both.
Signatures on the Gritt wall letters match the handwriting and the other letters.
They were only dealing with one suspect, and Don Mars seems pretty sure of it, you know.
Well, how does the Wilson girl's handwriting check out?
He's working on it.
Where's that lead us?
You've been on stake out that the Wilson girl's home a few nights.
Have you noticed anything peculiar about the setter?
Part of it.
Something you didn't fit, something you didn't quite join.
You know, I don't think so.
Well, just that business about her car.
Thought that was a little out of line.
Yeah, it struck us the same way.
Girl always seemed frightened enough about the situation when she's around us.
And she thinks she's alone, looks to be like she takes a little differently.
Yeah.
Every night when she drives home, she parks her car in a dark garage.
It must be at least $50, $75, you know.
You know, I've never seen her look particularly nervous.
I take it out long and walk to her front door.
I'm sure the normal reaction for a frightened woman would be to park the car right in front of the house.
Now, with all those friends of hers, you guys checked out, you know.
Well, we've been staked out of her house.
The church, and the word, you know that.
There's not a thing.
Checked with some of her ex-boyfriends, too.
Nothing there.
Well, Wilson girl told us that some of the boys had proposed to her.
We couldn't find one who admitted.
They all said she was a nice girl, but they didn't propose marriage.
Mm-hmm.
Those threatening phone calls are another thing.
Both the pastor, the church, and Dorothy Wilson got letters, but only the girl received phone calls.
Yeah.
Well, logically, if the Reverend got the letters the same time as the girl,
he should have been getting phone calls, too.
He hasn't received the one.
It must have be accidental.
Where do I want to kill the girl?
I might figure the Reverend would recognize his voice.
Well, it's possible, but you remember that story that the Wilson girl gave us about her mother.
You didn't want her to know about the letters because her mother was sick.
Uh-huh.
Well, we checked with her mother's doctor, and Mrs. Wilson hasn't been sick in five years.
Yeah, how about that?
What do you figure?
I think the girl's afraid.
Everything we knew about the case of Dorothy Wilson,
everything we learned through questioning and observation seemed to point to one definite conclusion.
Dorothy Wilson, for one reason or another, was writing the threatening letters to herself.
As for the warnings that she got over the telephone, we only had her word for it.
We took our findings to Captain Steve and laid out the case for her.
He directed this to stay on him for a few more days until we could find enough evidence and testimony to prove out our theory.
The following day, Dorothy Wilson received a letter more threatening than any of the previous ones.
Reverend Small also received a copy of the same letter.
Again, Don Miles' opinion was that they were written to the same person.
All right.
What's going on?
I don't know.
Boys got in new theories?
What do you mean?
On the Dorothy Wilson case.
Do we need one?
I don't think your old one's going to hold up.
Why? What's the matter?
She's a Georgian tree.
Somebody tried to kill her.
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Soon as we got the report that Dorothy Wilson had been attacked by an unknown assailant,
we drove to George's free receiving hospital where she was being treated.
Anderson and Bechtle from homicide were standing by.
We talked to the doctor who told us that the victim had no serious injuries.
She had two slight bruises on her upper arms and the slight bruise on her forehead.
She complained of a headache.
While the doctor made out his report, we questioned the Wilson girl.
She told us that she'd gone to the church of the Holy Book at six o'clock that night after work.
She told us that she wanted to pray before the start of the regular service at 8 p.m.
We asked her exactly when and where the attack occurred.
About six o'clock, I felt a little tired.
I told the officers on duty at the church I thought I'd get a little rest before services started
and then I went into the ladies dressing and laid down.
That's what happened.
That was terrible.
Did you see the person who tried to hurt you?
No.
I was lying down with my eyes closed and he might have come up from behind.
Put his hands around my throat and tired the press type.
It was awful.
It was awful.
What happened then, Miss Wilson?
Well, I thought how did I could?
I kept him scratch too many.
I guess I heard him because he let go of my throat for a minute.
After that he pulled me down before I remembered that.
Then he put his hands around this part of my head like this.
The other officers told us that one of the choir members, Mr. Sherman,
found you unconscious in the choir.
Yes.
Whoever was wanted to kill me could have gagged in my mouth and blindfolded me
and tied my wrist together with tape.
That's how much Mr. Sherman found me.
How long do you figure you were unconscious then?
I don't know.
It was about 6.35 when I laid down the dressing room.
Mr. Sherman said he found me to hurt 20 minutes back then.
When you were out about 45 minutes, is that me?
Well, I suppose so.
I don't remember anything.
What makes you think the person who attacked you wanted to kill you, Miss Wilson?
That's what he said in my letters, isn't it?
You want to kill me for coming to church?
Now, your purse and everything that was in it was scattered all over the dressing room floor.
Is that correct?
Yes, it was.
My money and everything scattered all over.
I guess they wanted to rob me too.
52 dollars in cash.
That's what you had with him?
That's right.
A 50 dollar bill and some change.
I don't know why they didn't take it.
Maybe something fracked in the mouth.
That's possible.
The officers found some other articles scattered around the dressing room.
The role of the tape, the metal box, the tape came in.
And the half a dozen razor blades.
Did you notice any of these in the dressing room before you were attacked?
No, no, no.
I never saw them before.
Those razor blades officer, what do you think they wanted to do with us?
There's no use thinking about that.
Now, I told them.
I know I'd be protected.
I felt the spirit.
I know the holy light would protect me.
Yes, ma'am.
Do you find whoever did it officer?
Well, it was just a hunch, Miss Wilson.
Yes.
I think we already have.
Before we left Georgia Street, we talked to the doctor and charge and got a release for the patient.
Dorothy Wilson agreed to drive back with us to the office to make out a crime report.
On the way, she seemed to lose most of her nervousness.
She was relaxed and she talked quite a bit.
The legend is a great comfort to me, Sergeant.
I think it's a great comfort to anybody, don't you?
Yeah, I do.
Maybe I'm different from most girls, but I get an awful lot out of my church.
It's like Brother Small says you have to be born again as a holy light.
If you really want to live, don't you think so?
I'm sure.
I don't know what I do for my religion.
No, I used to have a lot of boyfriends.
Of course, I don't care for any of them anymore.
But when I was younger, they were always taking me out all the time.
Yes, sir.
Yes, I had a good time when I was younger, going out to dinner, dancing, party.
As always, we're taking me out all the time.
Of course, that was when I was younger.
And not much over 25 now.
I'll be 27 in August.
That's pretty old for the unmarried girl, but I'm not worried.
Get interested in more important things when you get older, isn't that right?
Yes, that's right.
I remember when I was in junior college.
How boy-crazy I was.
I remember that junior prom I went to since it's a long time ago.
Yeah.
I had the most beautiful white dress, sergeant, and sequin.
The skirt was all white and that gathered in here at the waist.
And it sweared out real full.
I went to the dance with one of the big football players.
He looked so nice and he was playing with Stanley.
I knew him for a long time.
He's one of the fellows who asked me to marry him.
I guess I was too particular.
I just couldn't see any of them.
Would you mind to file it out a few facts for you, Miss Wilson?
Not at all, Sergeant.
Go ahead, please.
I'm not trying to embarrass you in any way, but since we've been on this case,
we've checked with just about all the friends that you've had in the past few years
and that includes your boyfriends.
Oh.
None of the fellows that you've mentioned say they've ever proposed marriage to you.
So they've been out with you once or twice with us all.
Oh, well, you probably didn't talk to the right fellows.
You probably got the man's name.
One of them, we didn't.
We talked to the right people.
Well, I can't understand that.
New dictum, we miss Wilson.
Well, partly when it's just make any way, I wasn't interested in him.
I wouldn't have married them anyway.
Going out and dancing in parties.
That's all I wanted to do.
What reason did you have for lying to us?
Parking in a car and lacking these girls trying to take advantage of them.
That's all those fellows wanted.
Some of the silly girls they married.
Well, I know.
You discover a lot more important things when you get older, Sergeant.
Well, I don't think that's the point.
Why did you lie to us about it?
I don't know really.
Maybe I didn't have a reason.
I just didn't remember right, I guess.
Well, are you sure you remember right about what happened tonight?
What do you mean?
It just happened.
Of course I'm sure about it.
Someone tried to kill me.
Might as well park on Spring Street.
Pretty clear this time of night.
Yeah, okay.
Sergeant, I wish you'd tell me what you're getting here.
What are you thinking?
Well, there's still a few things that we're not too sure of in this world.
So we like to clear them up.
What aren't you too sure of?
I told you everything I knew.
Well, I was lying down the dressing room and somebody tried to kill me.
I told you all about it.
Well, you told us you were unconscious about 45 minutes.
No, it's got 40 or 45.
Well, we talked to the doctor at Georgia Street from the way you described the attack.
Well, it had been just about impossible for anybody to make you unconscious that long
by pressing his hands against your hand.
Well, but he kept me on the head too.
You can see the bruise here.
Well, yes, ma'am.
I know, but that's very slight.
The doctor says that that couldn't have done it either.
Just a minute.
I'll get to the door here.
What else aren't you sure of?
Well, your wrists were taped individually.
Now, if somebody wanted to restrain you, they probably would have taped them together, wouldn't they?
Well, I don't know what they would have done.
Well, I know if they wanted to kill me.
They said so on those letters.
We're not too sure of those letters either, Mrs. Wilson.
What?
What aren't you sure of?
Where they're coming from and who's sending them?
We do know they were all written with the same person.
How do you know that?
They're signed by two different people.
I don't know.
We do know they were all written with the same person.
How do you know that?
They're signed by two different people.
I'm handwriting, ma'am.
Check them over.
He says you're written with the same person.
You might as well have it straight, Mrs. Wilson.
Well, we're going to talk.
Can't we do it inside someplace?
Please, I'm tired.
Oh, sorry.
Hey, Joe.
Yep.
I'll see if they can thank you for finishing that stuff.
Yeah, I'll bring it along.
We'll be in interrogation.
Yeah, all right.
This way, Mrs. Wilson.
Oh, man, I know you used to be on the police force night, so I used to go out all the time together.
Oh, that's, uh, what's his name?
Well, that's funny.
I don't remember.
He's nothing I saw, though.
He used to go dancing every week.
Mm-hmm.
There we go.
Go ahead.
I started questioning Dorothy Wilson,
but she wanted to talk about everything except what concerned the case.
Dean Bergman and Layton Fingerprints had already checked each article that was found at the supposing scene of a crime.
The Wilson girls' prints were all over them.
Did you write those writing letters to yourself, Mrs. Wilson?
I don't understand.
Why do you ask me something like that?
Did you write the letters to yourself?
You know that's not a fair question, Sergeant.
I don't know what you consider fair, but we'd like to know.
What did you write the letters?
You know what it is to pray, Sergeant?
I mean, really pray?
What's it got to do with it?
I've been praying all my life. I've been praying hard.
Ever since I was a little girl.
We'd like to have your answer our question as well.
I think you'll understand.
This is the answer, Sergeant.
I can feel the Holy Spirit in my heart.
I know you'll understand.
Yes, ma'am.
I've been praying for an awful long time, Sergeant.
Now with a little girl, six years old, I was praying.
Right, and there I said my prayers, but they never seemed to be any answer.
I never could understand it because I only prayed for one thing.
I didn't think it was too much to ask.
What was that?
I wanted people to know me, Sergeant.
Hmm?
I wanted people to know me and light me that tall, but it never seemed to happen even when I was a little girl.
You don't think that quite follow you, ma'am?
You've got to understand me. Nobody else does.
The time I was a little girl, six, nobody ever seemed to care if I was around or not.
I always tried to make friends, tried to make people light me.
I tried very hard, but nobody seemed to care.
Nobody even noticed me.
Nobody ever noticed me.
You mean that's why you wrote those threatening letters to yourself?
So that you'd be noticed.
I wanted somebody to care about my debts all.
I wanted them to know who I was, Dorothy Wilson.
I wanted to walk down the street and have people nod and have them say,
that's Dorothy Wilson.
And here goes Dorothy Wilson.
That's for somebody to care.
That's all.
Sergeant, just for somebody to care.
One of the whole things purely your imagination.
You wrote the letters to yourself and you pretended somebody attacked you.
And all the rest.
God told me to do it, Sergeant.
He told me to make myself noticed.
To stand up and make people know me.
I'm sorry for it now, but it didn't hurt anyone, did it?
Well, ma'am, you had an awful lot of people working for nothing.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It was so nice while it lasted.
People looking after me and caring about where I went, what happened to me.
The first time anybody ever really noticed me.
It was that important to you?
People knew who I was.
Dorothy Wilson.
They all noticed me.
I feel better now that it's over.
Oh.
There's one thing I've got to tell you, Sergeant.
Yes, ma'am.
I remember driving here in the car I told you about that junior prom.
I went to it.
The time I had a beautiful white net dress with a postcard.
The beautiful, no white dress.
Yes, ma'am. I remember what about it?
Well, it was really pin-garden to you.
No dress.
I knew you'd find out. That's why I had to tell you.
Yeah.
I didn't want you to think I was a liar.
The story you just heard was true.
Only the names were changed to protect the innocent.
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She was released into the custody of her mother.
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