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Dragnet, the document a drama of an actual crime.
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 from official police files.
From beginning to end, from crime to punishment.
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It was Tuesday June 6th. It was cloudy in Los Angeles.
We were working a day watch out of robbery detail.
My partner is Ben Romero. The boss is Captain Ed Walker. My name's Friday.
I was on the way back from communications. It was 11.35 a.m. when I got to room 27 a.m.
robbery division.
Hello.
All right.
Oh, hi, Dave. The message in the book for you came in a couple of minutes ago.
Oh, thank you.
Woman's voice. I wanted you to call the service that year.
Yeah, thank you, Dave.
I'll get it now.
George, do you know if you're on this Bentley?
Uh, please woman river there, please.
Just a minute.
River? Hold on, please.
All right.
This river?
Dorothy, Joe Friday.
Oh, yes, Joe. You get the message.
Yeah. You're worried about your purse?
I can't find it anywhere.
That'll even your car last night.
Find it this morning.
I can leave it at the desk here if you like.
You can pick it up sometime today.
Well, that'll be swell, Joe. Thanks a lot.
Sure, Dorothy.
I had a wonderful time last night, Joe. I certainly enjoyed it.
Yeah. Pretty good movie, huh?
Hey, uh, Dorothy?
Yeah.
Mother and I were talking this morning at breakfast.
Mm-hmm.
Um, I'd like to come over to the house sometime for dinner.
I'd like to meet you.
Oh, well, sure. That'd be fine.
I'd like to meet your mother.
How about a week from this coming Monday? That's my day off. Is that okay?
All right. A week from this Monday.
The weather's good. Well, maybe we can have a barbecue out in the back.
That sounds wonderful.
Okay. See you later, then.
All right, Joe. Bye.
Bye.
Joe?
Hi. How'd it work out, Ben?
It didn't. Another false alarm.
Sure as a scorcher up today.
Four months working. Not one solid lead. Where are we going?
I haven't got the answer. I've run down to many bum tips.
I don't think I know the real thing, but hit me in the face.
We're about out, Joe.
Pass, Kipper.
Oh. Look why I'm more here from San Diego to Scott here.
You want to come in?
Yeah, right away.
All right. All right.
All right. All right.
Sit down.
Hope you two have more than we have.
So I'm not reporting the skipper's death.
Four months' leg work.
Cool.
Nothing at all.
Lots of phony tips, bum leads.
We got three steak outs going.
His mug shots plastered all over time.
No going.
I don't know. I think he's got the perfect face for a killer.
You can hang his description on a million guys.
Got nothing on him at all.
Ben here just ran down the last lead we own.
Yeah, false alarm. Nothing on the APB.
Got dust on it.
Cold enough to bury.
How long has it been since it happened back in January, wasn't it?
Yeah, 27.
Stanley Finance Company, San Diego.
It's all right there in the report in.
Yeah, I see.
All the shooting got 12,000 suspects.
Frank Cheney took away where Cheney did the shooting.
That's what stopped me.
What's that?
Took us a couple of weeks to grab Turk Weber and put him away.
Here it's more than four months and Cheney's still on the loose.
Doesn't add. He can't be that smart.
I was free. I can't think of a better testimony.
What about the other angles, Frank?
Besides those three steak outs.
We covered the town for Cheney.
He had four months of it.
Hotels, rooming houses, motor courts, bars, restaurants, the works.
Must have a couple of thousand copies of his mug shots spread around.
No response?
I don't get four or five calls a day.
I've been going on for weeks now. We check him out.
It's never the right man.
What about his wife?
She's still supposed to be with Cheney, isn't she?
Funny thing we haven't had one report on her.
The last time a two of them were supposed to have been seen together
was five weeks ago. I was out of stock.
Cheney's mother-in-law lives in Marysville, right?
Still out of steak out on our house?
Yeah. No leads there either.
How about it, Mark?
Nothing to offer.
How about the same is up here.
There is something we'd like to check on now.
Yeah.
One of McGuire's informants was parole two weeks ago.
He served time with Cheney and Folsom.
Do you have anything to say?
Yeah.
His idea of Frank Cheney was the most hated man in Folsom.
Most of the cons are given their right arm to cool him off.
What made him so popular?
Pretty much of a heel.
Round of the warden's office three times a week regular
and formed on the other cons every chance he got.
You figured some of them might want to even the scar.
Yeah, but they know anything. I'm pretty sure they'll talk.
What the try?
And their leads can't be any colder than what we got anyway.
You're going to need any help, Mark?
No, McGuire and I can handle the questioning.
We'll go up to Folsom tomorrow, okay?
I don't think there's any argument.
This thing needs a quick answer.
Joe, you and Ben will have to push a lot harder
and a lot faster.
Cheney's robbing killed before,
giving the chance to do it again.
We've run down all the possible ankles
and we check every week of dig up.
There's one you miss.
Yeah, the right one.
Find it.
From the day Frank Cheney had been identified
as the killer in the San Diego hold up a murder
four months before.
All of us realized the danger of another killing
as long as he was loose.
After 18 years in prison,
Cheney had a gun and he had his freedom again.
We knew he wouldn't give him up easily.
Thursday, June 8th,
Lieutenant Mort gear and Sergeant Tony McGuire
returned from Folsom prison.
After talking with most of the convicts
who knew Cheney well during his prison days,
they had a list of more than 40 leads to run down.
Ben and I took half of him.
We started checking.
It went kind of slow and the results were thin.
After running down the first dozen leads,
we'd found out nothing about the suspect
that we didn't already know.
Monday, June 12th.
We checked with John Streesex,
supposedly one of Cheney's close friends of the Folsom.
He'd been cruel before Cheney.
He was now working at a large commercial
engraving firm down in East Maine.
Yeah.
Find it Cheney pretty well, Sergeant.
Very well.
Just a minute, wait.
Yeah.
I got it.
I know why you're here, Sergeant.
I can't help you.
You were pretty close to Cheney.
At the Folsom, where Cheney's at.
The best friend.
Everybody was his best friend.
Everybody could do him some good.
You haven't seen or heard from since he got out of it.
No, but I don't want to.
I learned fast.
What do you mean?
He's a bomb, Sergeant.
Some people have born that way.
He tried to talk me to a break once.
I didn't buy.
I knew I'd ride to the ward and with it.
Some people have born that way, bombs.
Do you think somebody might be hiding him up?
Come this pal. How about them?
If you've got any pals, I don't know them.
I could tell you this.
They didn't come out of Folsom.
Why didn't you think of anything at all?
It might give us some kind of a lead on Cheney.
I wish I could believe me.
I better get back into the job.
Shop for them.
You know better than Cheney and the bomb.
For us, Teresa, thanks a lot.
It's like nobody here anything.
I'm going to leave you one of our cards here.
Yeah.
Okay, Sergeant.
Can you go up for it now?
Just what I'm doing.
Huh?
He's ready.
We kept at it.
Checking out the leads one by one.
The same slow, dull routine that we've been on for four months.
It ate up valuable time, but it was necessary.
You never know what a lead's worth until you check it out.
During the past months, from the least promising sources,
we've uncovered a half a dozen bits of information
about the suspect.
None of them conclusive, but they help point the way.
We found out Cheney's favorite sport was sailing.
Got clubs up and down the coast were contacted
and asked to watch for him.
We learned where Cheney got his eyeglasses, contact lenses.
We went to the optician, got the prescription for them,
had copies of it distributed to all optical firms in the area.
They got a request for lenses which matched those in Cheney's eyeglasses
or contact lenses they were to notify us.
From a former college friend, we found out
that the suspect was once treated for tuberculosis
and because of this he drank only goat's milk.
All the retailers in the area were sold goat's milk
were contacted and alerted.
We set up a system to check regularly all the mail received
by relatives of both Cheney and his wife.
Thursday, June 15th.
Hi.
And the eagle called while you were out for work here.
They come up with anything.
There.
One lead told him Cheney learned the printing trade
while he was up at Folson.
You know the business well enough to work at it.
Cheney, go checking it out.
They alerted the printer's union.
We'll do the same up here.
Picture and story on Cheney will be in the union
with the newspaper next week.
You know.
Now we dug up another bit on Cheney.
We got it this morning.
What's that?
Instead of ordinary eyed glasses,
Cheney's been known to work contact lenses.
You know, glass fits right over your eye.
Uh-huh.
Good chance he might be wearing them now.
Kind of helped change his appearance.
We got the prescription for the lenses for Cheney's eyed doctor.
Got the information to all the optical firms and pounds.
Right.
Man, I'll hear the feedback.
Okay, thank you, Dave.
All right, that's all.
Better contact.
That's Andy Hago.
Keep him posted.
That's him.
Just got him in here today.
This is a fucking fight.
Yes, sir.
All right, Sergeant.
You remember me, Vince Bertoli?
Uh-huh.
You were in my place last month.
The White House Grill.
Placed out on Alameda?
Yeah, that's right.
Blocked union station.
Both of them came in.
Yeah.
You had coffee and an omelet.
You liked it?
Sure.
Sure, yeah.
What can we do for you, Bertoli?
Remember you were talking to me?
You said you were looking for somebody.
You left some pictures in this car to yours here.
Yeah, that's right.
Oh, that's right.
Well, I lost the pictures.
I don't know why I lost them, but I kept your car.
That's why I came to see you.
What?
Well, as I say, I lost the pictures, but I still have an idea
what they look like.
Have you seen either one of those people, the man or the woman?
Well, that's why I came to check with you.
A week ago, one of my steady waitresses quit my hard-disk blue net
with a hard luck story.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, care for a stick-a-gun, licorice flavor?
No, I don't know.
Well, after a couple of days, I remembered that picture you gave me.
I thought she looked a little like it.
That's why I kept her an eye on her.
Did you notice anything out of the ordinary?
I mean, bet she never dates anybody.
Not even me, and I'm the boss.
No, I'd be either.
Yeah.
She always claims she's got to get home.
She never gives a reason to say she lives alone.
Where does she live?
A couple of blocks from my place on North Jersey, I think.
I checked the place where she does her shopping.
They told me she buys enough groceries for three people.
She still insists that she's living by herself though.
Yeah, that's why I thought I'd better check with you.
I lost the pictures, but I hung on your car.
Well, will you take a look at this photograph, Doctor?
Yeah.
First thing, when you gave me, look just like her.
Mary Swoon.
Who?
Mary Swoon?
That's your name, isn't it?
You want to turn that picture over?
Mrs. Frank Cheney.
Thursday 4 p.m., Ben and I drove down to the White House grill
and had a cup of coffee.
We've got a good look at the waitress whom the owner
Gents Bertoli suspected of being Mrs. Cheney.
We left and waited outside in the car until 5 o'clock
when the suspect came out.
We followed her to a grocery store, and from there
to a rundown apartment building on Greystone Alley,
just off Temple.
We waited a few minutes, and then we followed her in.
The tab on one of the mailboxes read Mary Sloan,
apartment 16.
We went up.
Which one, Joe?
The other 16.
Down this way, come on.
I guess we better try the door.
Who's there?
Who is it?
Police officers, open up.
What do you want?
Open the door.
Just a minute.
Anybody else in here?
My brother.
He's sick.
Sleeping in the next room.
He can't be disturbed.
Come on, Ben.
You can't go in there.
Hey, the cops!
Get out!
Joe, the window.
All right, get back inside here.
Come on, get out of here!
Don't!
I'm over here!
I was spitting on that.
Get out!
All right.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Alley broke on Bridgeware.
You got clipped for nothing.
Hmm?
Not Cheney.
We drove the man and the woman who identified herself as Mary Sloan back to the office
where they identified as fugitives from Miami, Florida.
The man was wanted on charges of first degree burglary.
The woman was the accomplice.
We turned the case over to Bunko fugitive detail.
A little after 11 o'clock Friday morning,
Ben got a tip that Cheney had been seeing the night before
at a small bar down near Fullerton once a Los Angeles suburb.
He was supposed to be living in the area.
We spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday tracking it down.
It went nowhere.
On Monday for the first time in three and a half weeks,
we had some time off.
Half a day.
I picked up policewoman Dorothy River and drove her out to the house for lunch.
They had a barbecue out in the back, darn.
Certainly a wonderful place you have here, Mr. Friday.
Beautiful garden.
Oh, thank you.
It's a lot of work keeping it up.
Losers didn't do well at all this year.
Afist, you know.
What's most better, Mr. Dorothy? The fire's just right now.
Oh, no, thanks, Joe. I've had plenty.
Careful, another cup of coffee, you don't think?
No, I thank you.
I'm glad you could come today, Dorothy.
Joseph's been talking so much about you.
Oh, you surprised me a little when I met you.
How's that?
I like some more ribs, ma'am.
Oh, no感覺, Joseph.
I don't think you look at all lights, policewoman.
Most of them are rough looking, I think.
Oh, no, I don't think so.
They look like most women, nothing much out of the ordinary bottom.
Oh, wow.
Those times have certainly changed.
We didn't have policewoman when I was a girl.
Probably could have used them.
Well, I don't know.
I don't think we have so much crime then.
Times were much different.
You seem so young for such work, Dorothy.
Please, woman.
I'm 25, Mrs. Foddy.
And with the department almost two years.
Oh, yes, you're a young girl.
Joseph's 31, you know.
Yes, I know.
Hey, ma'am, how about letting me gather you for this yourself?
Oh, no, no.
That's all right, Joseph.
You just sit there.
Have your coffee.
I'm used to this.
I have to get used to housework when you marry.
I'll bring out five.
You're wonderful, dinner, Joe.
Your mother is very sweet.
Yeah, real subtle, isn't she?
Motherly instinct.
Somebody has to look after you.
That's the phone, Dorothy.
I better grab it.
I'll be right back.
Okay.
Hi, sir, Joseph.
Never mind, ma'am.
Let me get it.
Friday time.
This is Walker, Joe.
Check back in right away.
What do you got?
Spring and West Temple, the second national bank.
Yeah?
Frank Cheney just held it up.
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Monday, June 19, 3 p.m.
I went back to the office picked up Ben and Captain Walker
and the three of us drove to the scene of the robbery
of the corner of spring and west temple
of the second national bank.
Rickets and thanks to from robbery detail
were already there questioning witnesses.
We talked to the bank's vice president in charge
at the time of the hold-up on Mr. Branson.
He had a well on the right side of his head
and was pretty badly shaken.
Head is hand in one of his coat pockets
and he walks straight over to me.
It's the first thing he said.
This is a hold-up.
You're a positive of the identification that brought.
I'm certain this picture here, it's the man I write.
The others will tell you the same.
Who's that, Mr. Branson?
The teller is a whole not a good look at him.
No mistake.
Well, what happened after Cheney approached me?
Well, what happened after Cheney approached me?
He was very calm, very quiet.
He said, do exactly what I tell you.
Call for help and I'll kill you.
He was calm all the way through it,
just like it was an ordinary business with him.
Did he have you get the money for him?
No, he ordered me from back to the front counter there
and we went from cage to cage.
Each time he had me say the same thing to the teller.
This is a hold-up.
Give me all the currency you have.
Don't call for help.
How many tellers did he have you collect from?
Five.
This line long here, when there's one to five.
Oh, my knees were shaking so hard I could barely walk.
I kept wondering if one of the tellers might try to sound the alarm.
Yes, sir.
What happened after he got the money?
He had me walk in front of him down there, but the side exit.
That's when he hit me, I guess.
Side of my head, you can see here where they banded.
Yes, sir.
How much money did he get, you know?
Not quite sure.
More than 4,000.
I can't help but think how lucky I am.
That man's a killer, I'm certain of it.
Are you sure that we can't pick you up with the right home?
No, no, I'll be all right.
Thank you, my wife's on the way down now.
Can I see you calling us enough?
Yes, thanks, sir.
Excuse us, will you, Brian?
Yes, certainly.
A lot of the poor adults on the getaway cars can't be used.
Yeah.
That took us afternoon.
We went to a used car lot up and figure out about eight blocks from here.
I have to be showing a late model for it.
Yeah, of course.
Salesman took him for a demonstration, right?
When he pulled up an arterial, Cheney jabbed a gun at him and told him to get out.
Salesman got off, Cheney drove off.
In 15 minutes later, he walked in here and pulled the robbery.
That's it.
The bank tell us to have the same fault as the getaway car.
A forecast of all points on the car.
Nothing yet.
What time you got from there?
10 minutes before.
What time do you look through, I think, sir?
245.
Everything covered.
Yeah, union station.
Both Airports and bus depots.
They're all alerted.
Roadblock set up in the highway.
Since 245.
Just a bunch.
And Cheney's somewhere in the city.
Find him.
6 p.m., the search went on.
We called into the office and had them notify San Diego of the latest developments in the case.
At 7 p.m., the weather started to cloud up.
Still no Santa Cheney, or they get away car.
At 8 o'clock, it started to rain.
A few minutes past 10, a two-door Ford sedan was found abandoned on San Peter Street in their south part.
The license number matched that at Cheney's getaway car.
The sedan was impounded and towed to a garage for fingerprinting.
Ben called the office in an emergency detail from Metropolitan Division,
who sent out to help in a house-to-house canvas of the neighborhood where the car had been found.
By 4.30 the next morning, we got nowhere.
So we decided to give it up until later in the day.
At 6.30 a.m., we had poached eggs and coffee at an all-night driving.
7 a.m., it was still raining.
We checked back in at the office.
I don't know, seems like every time we have to work late, it's got to rain.
You got any of those little white tablets in your locker?
At the breakfast in the dressing room.
Yeah, I think it's got a few left.
It reminds me how the dinner come off yesterday.
Do you want me to get along all right?
I don't know all right.
You don't know how it is, mine.
It's a usual few things to say.
Oh.
Dorothy had a pretty good sense of humor.
A nice, loving girl.
Simple.
Hi.
We're Sarah.
You doing a good?
No, not much.
The phone message is in the book for you.
You're supposed to call soon as you get in.
Hmm.
M's, Ted.
4219, no name.
No, you're supposed to call the number, that's all.
Oh, okay.
Well, how's the house, though?
Pretty good.
Takes a lot of money.
Got the forms in for the patio.
I'm going to pour the cement this weekend.
Mm-hmm.
Got the place fenced off yet?
Not yet, no.
Those pickets cost money.
What was it telling me to do and all the work you saw?
Me and the brother and all, yeah.
A lot of money in the house.
Sounds good, yeah.
Who was it?
Frank Cheney's grandfather, huh?
Says to come over right away.
7.30 a.m.
Ben and I drove out to the older section of the Wilshire district
to the Cheney mansion.
Represented one part of the suspect's life
that we could never figure.
As a child and later as a young man,
Frank Cheney had had every advantage and comfort
that a millionaire father could buy for him.
Yet for some reason he'd settled on a career of crime.
7.45 a.m.
Ben and I were shown into the main hallway
of the Cheney home by the butler.
He recognized us from previous visits.
He took our hats and coats
and then let us up the staircase
to the master bedroom with the fire in the second floor.
We found Cheney's 82-year-old grandfather
propped up in a four-postor bed.
His face was gray and something.
It was a nurse in a white-starts uniform standing by.
You couldn't go, nurse.
Go on.
I'll be outside if anything is changing.
Yes, yes.
You have some information for us, Miss Penny?
Of course.
I called.
Sit down.
Sit down.
Thank you, sir.
Let hold up yesterday.
The bank robbery.
I know all about it.
That's Frank's contact with you.
It's like to please get right to the point.
Has he contacts you, sir?
Yes.
And me that glass of water, please.
Oh, man.
There you are.
Thank you.
No.
Not even on the table, then.
Oh, yes.
When Frank got out of the prison, I was here.
He came to see me.
I offered him one more chance.
I told him if he decided to earn his way,
he'd have all the help I could give him.
He said he would.
Yes, sir.
I was a fool like everyone else.
I believed him.
Any idea where Frank is now?
I gave him everything it was possible to give him.
He wrecked the family.
It's father's life, my life.
Everything he touched you ruined.
You know where he is now, sir?
He'd tell her about me before yesterday.
He was going away Central America.
Why didn't you notify us?
He was going away.
I thought it'd be better.
We had enough notoriety.
Newspaper stories.
How was he going to get to South America?
Sweetie ship.
He's going to work his way.
He called from San Pedro.
Staying in some hotel there.
You don't know the name?
If I didn't take him away,
bury him someplace.
Okay, Joe.
Yeah.
Thank you very much, Mr. Cheney.
Sergeant.
Yes, sir?
Frank could have a gun.
He'll try to use it.
Yes, sir.
Kill him.
Nine a.m. Ben and I went back to the office
and put in a call to the Swedish Vice-Consort on South Spring Street.
They told us that three days before
a man answering Cheney's description
signed on the Swedish Motorship Southern Cross
as a member of the engine room crew.
They picked up Sergeant Staxter and Davis and drove down a San Pedro.
The Southern Cross was still taking on cargo when we got there.
We showed Cheney's much after the first mate.
Oh, the American cameraman, that's him.
He signed on this trip.
Was he aboard the ship now?
Oh, he signed up there on deck.
He was there.
I guess he went too low.
What if you take us to him, please?
All right.
Linden?
Yes.
Call the commander, Linden Stone.
All right, they're safe.
The gang may mind you.
Better watch it, then.
Yeah.
Oh, Paul.
Through here.
Maybe you better stay behind here, sir. We'll take him.
What's that?
It might be a little trouble here.
Do you want to stay behind us?
What might be?
Yeah, you must be in the engine room.
Stay ahead, then, turn to your left.
Go under companion beam.
All right.
Thank you.
Come on, watch your step, then.
Yeah.
No, no.
It's on my side.
It's private.
All right, Cheney, hold it.
It's making a break on it.
He's going to stop it, right?
How's it going, Paul?
Look out, Joe.
Give it up, Cheney.
He's going for the gang, then.
Come on, Mel.
All right, stop him.
Come on.
Yeah.
Through the shoulder.
Yeah.
Up to the saddle, you fell.
Better get the cuffs on him, then.
Oh, and everybody disappeared, too.
Well, if you didn't notice, then we came aboard.
Huh?
Looked upside.
Red flying.
Oh, yeah.
Taking on fuel.
There's some of the cargo right over there.
Oh.
High explosives.
The story you have just heard was true.
Only the names were changed to protect the innocent.
On November 2nd, trial was held in Superior Courts City
and County of San Diego State of California.
In a moment, the results of that trial.
It's amazing how many long cigarette smokers are changing
to extra mild Fatima.
Here is the actual report.
From Costa Coast, extra mild Fatima has more than double its smokers.
Yes, more and more smokers every day.
Our discovering that Fatima is the king-size cigarette
that is extra mild.
Extra mild because it contains the finest Turkish and domestic tobacco
superbly blended to make it extra mild,
to give it a much different, much better flavor and aroma.
Enjoy extra mild Fatima yourself.
Best of all, long cigarette.
It's wise to smoke extra mild Fatima.
It's wise to smoke extra mild Fatima.
Frank Bertrand Cheney was tried and convicted of murder
in the first degree.
He is now awaiting execution in the lethal gas chamber
at the State Penitentiary, San Quentin, California.
Fatima cigarettes, the best of all, long cigarettes
has brought you dragnet from Los Angeles.
This is NBC International Broadcasting Company.
