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You're a detective sergeant. You're assigned a juvenile detail. For the past two weeks, there have been rumors of a teenage gang war taking place in your city. You don't know when it's going to start. You don't know where. Your job. Stop it. It was Tuesday September 8th. It was warm in Los Angeles. We were working the night and watching out of juvenile detail. For a partner's frank, Smith, the boss is Captain Powers. My name's Friday. We just transported a prisoner from the main jail and it was 10.39 pm when we got to Georgia Street, juvenile. Interview room. So down, Angela. Yep. Where they call you, Angie? Yeah, Angie. Why'd you tell the officers who arrested you that you're 18? How'd they find out different? All they had to do was check your record. I don't make any difference. Some of them say 16, some say 17. Oh, different. You're 17, though, aren't you? Yeah, 17. All right, you want to tell us about this burglary? I told the other guys ain't that enough. We want to hear it. I hope you figure if you tell it once that's enough, I copped out.
I told them all about it. Won't you ask them? All right, boy. Give us a story. You got to match? You better if you don't smoke that thing. Well, my folks don't care. They let me smoke. The law doesn't until you're 18. Yeah. Come on, Angie. Tell us about it. Nothing to tell. You need a couple other kids broke into a house. It's all right, it's too late. You just broke into the place. What about the stuff you took? I told the other two guys all about that. The officers in burglary? Yeah, they said it was from Central. I told them all about it, everything. You showed them where the plant was? I told them they didn't go there, though. I just told them. What'd you steal? Huh? The things you stole, name them for us. Just different stuff. You know, like you're finding a house, all kinds of stuff. Was it an electric mixer? Yeah, good one. You know, there aren't used attachments. Good. What else? Electric razor, from silverware. A kind of silverware. You know, like you eat with. Was there silver tea service? A white tea service, you know what I mean? If I knew I wouldn't ask you. Like a coffee pot with legs, a lot of scrollwork on it, silverware. Oh, yeah, yeah, I know. Was it one of those? No. How about a German luger? In a pistol? That's right. No, there wasn't one of them. Hey, you guys gonna let me out tonight?
No, you'll be held here. Well, I thought you was gonna let me go tonight. How about my folks? You know I'm here? We haven't had a chance to notify you. Where they live? Down on the wall. They have a phone. I thought you always told them when you picked up a kid. You were a bookter, isn't that, Old? Oh, yeah. You've been sent any of the stolen merchandise yet? No, we just got it last night. We just broke into the house saying I haven't had a chance to fence it. The other officers say they're gonna pick it up? Yeah. You got a job? What? I said you were working. I told you I did. Where? Place down on East Biff. What do you do? I'm a messenger, right at bike, delivery thing. You're working there now? I'm here now. You know what I mean? No. You're not working them. You're bossing me out of beef. He's moody with two. Real moody. Your parole officer knew you lost the job? I never told him. He'll maybe find out. That's why I was sure of you. Yeah. You've been an important regular? Yeah, pretty much. What's that mean? Once in a while, a couple of times I missed just a couple. I have to make a federal case out of it. My parole officer knew about this arrest? I think he's been notified. How many times have you been arrested? I don't know, maybe six, seven. You ever been to camp? Yeah, I was there. What for? True incident. How long were you there? A couple of weeks.
And I broke out and he sent me to Preston. I'm on parole now. You can't let me out tonight, huh? We'll book you a notify your officer. What's his name? Lockridge. The moody old guy. Being the moody sees me. Roughly seen the moody. There is. Yeah. Like he came down to see me one day and asked me how I was doing. I told him fine. I had a job. I was doing fine. He says that's good, Angie, like that. That's good. Told me I'll find him doing good. Next day he comes to my house and reads me off. Says I'm a bum. I'm no good. All like that. Moody. Why do you read your... I don't know. Did you tell you? No, I just came in and yelled at me. I wasn't doing anything. He's moody. He belonged to a gang, Angie. Huh? He said he belonged to a gang. Yeah, we got a club and belong to that. What's the name of the club? Little Wall Street gang. You heard of it? No. Good club. Are you sure you ain't heard of it? No. How about you? No. Your gang fight much? What do you mean fight? You ever get mixed up in gang wars? Anything like that? No, not us. We've been in a couple of street fights, maybe. You know some kids come over to where we are and start trouble. But we never been in a gang wars. We got a good gang.
You know anybody that blurs the pink rats? A couple of guys, I don't know them real well. Why? I told you. I don't know them real well. Just to know them when I see them, you know like that. You don't know any of the names, huh? My thing is when I'm called Pinky, it's all I know. Look, why ask me about them? Well, we got a rumble they're cooking up a gang war. We don't know if you know anything about it. What did you hear it? We did. You don't know anything about it? No. It's sure. I told you. Would you tell you if it wasn't right? No, look, Angie. If this thing breaks loose, there's going to be a lot of kids heard. If you've got no part in it, why don't you give us a story? I'm giving it to you. Ain't nothing more I can tell you. Didn't hear nothing about no war. I told you, I belong to the little Wall Street gang. We don't get mixed up in no wars. A couple of street fights maybe, but no wars. You got to stand on that. I haven't got any other way. What did you hear? What? What did you hear about the rats? About the war I mean. Who they going to fight? The whole way it comes to us, they're going to cut into the orchids. You mean from the south side? Yeah. It's a rough guy. That's what we hear. How did it start? We mean. What's the beef? The orchids won't go that far away from home to stage.
Something got to be a reason. You guys know what it is? The whole way we got out of the girl friend of one of the orchid gang moved over into the pink rat territory. You started to go to one of the rats, the orchids didn't like it. So they go to one night and beat up on one of the rats. The rats went over the south side and kicked her on one of the orchids. That's the way it started. A couple of nights ago, when the rat kids was riding down the street on the motorbike. The car for the orchids came up alongside the boy before he could do anything about it. The rat had to piece a bicycle chain around his head. Killing? No. He's still in the county hospital, he's not doing too well. We've got word that's going to be a party this Saturday night at one of the rats house. They figure maybe that's where the trouble's going to be. You're not throwing any coconuts in. What? Does this for real? It's the way we get it. Those kids get started and something's going to get hurt real bad. Maybe a lot worse than you got to figure what you mean. I heard about the job they orchids did last week. They broke into a place and cleaned it out. It must have been for Saturday night. They stole a couple of rifles. Something worse. Yeah. 12-git shotgun. 10-45-00. Angelo Marcal was re-booked at Georgia Street, juvenile on a charge of burglary.
His shoes and his belt were taken from him and he was held in detention. We put in a call to his parole officer and told him what had happened. After that, we drove by Marcal's home to inform his parents of the arrest that we found nobody there. We left our card with a notation asking him to call us when they returned. Before the Marcal boy had been placed in the cell, we got in a description of the boy he knew as Pinkie. After trying to contact Marcal's parents, we went up to the second floor of the juvenile division and had the record bureau check the nickname and description. We came up with three possible. We pulled the mug shots of the boys and showed them to Angelo Marcal, but he was unable to give us an identification. It was difficult to tell if the boy was lying or telling us the truth to try to cover up for the members of the Pink Rat game. The following afternoon, Wednesday, September 9th, Frank and I checked into the office and then we drove out to see the parents of the Marcal boy. They still hadn't returned and the neighbors told us that they had seen the couple drive away early Monday morning without giving any indications to when they might return. We asked the woman who lived next door to call us when they did come back. 4.40 pm, we drove over to the east side of town to check on the three possible named Pinkie that we turned up the previous night.
All of the boys were able to prove to our satisfaction that they were not the Pinkie we were after. We talked to the youngsters in the neighborhood asking them if they knew anything about an expected game or either they didn't know anything about it or they wouldn't tell us. 6.15 pm, we went back to the office and put in a call to Central Bird Area. Yeah, we haven't got the exact date. The way we got it, there are a couple of rifles taken in the 12-gauge shotgun. No, and a 12-gauge shotgun. Yeah, sure I'll wait. I checked in the reports now. There's one tip I'd like to have turned bad, wouldn't you? Yeah, I'm with you. Yeah, right. Mm-hmm. That'll be the 30, huh? Yeah. What's that? Yeah, I guess it might be. It won't help with this. Right. Let us know, huh? Right. They got the reports. Guns are stolen on Tuesday, August 30th. They still haven't been able to get anything on it. Rifles were 30-ought-sixes. Dear Rifles, huh? Yeah. Olson says they got another report last night might mean something. Hardware store broken into. What do they think? Four boxes of 30-ought-six ammo, three boxes of 12-gauge cartridges.
It might have been a coincidence, but if it wasn't the arcade gang was armed with three guns and 225 rounds of ammunition, enough to start and sustain a small war. 6.35 p.m., we contacted Lieutenant Hartgrove the night watch commander and he assigned two other teams of officers to work with us. In addition to the juvenile officers, radio units on a Metro division reserved, joined us in the search for members of the arcade gang. The streets in the area were combed. Citizens in the area were questioned, but they failed to supply any information on the boys who belong to the gang. The satan and brother jackets the members of the arcade gang war had disappeared from the streets. At 12.01 a.m., the search was called off and a broadcast was put out to the regular units in the area to be on the watch for any gang activities. 12.47 a.m., we got in touch with Rex Olson in central burglary. He told us that the crime lab had failed to come up with any physical evidence on the theft of ammunition from the hardware store. 128 a.m., Frank and I checked out of the office and we went home. The following morning at 8.30 a.m., we got in touch with the juvenile informant and he was able to give us more information on the expected gang war.
He told us that the fight was set for Saturday night. He was unable to give us the exact address of the party that was to be crashed, but he did give us a general idea of the location. He was also able to give us the name Pinky Agres and his address. He told us that the Agres boy was the leader of the Pink Rats and might be able to give us information on the membership of the arcade gang. To all 40 p.m., Frank and I drove out to talk to the Agres boy. We checked his school but he wasn't there. We went to his home. There was a small one-story frame building with a weathered picket fence surrounding it. The 1947 hopped up port was in the driveway. Frank and I went up on a porch and rang the bell. The arcade could sure stand a clean enough. Yeah. We went over the car along, sir. I don't know. Sure looks fast. Yeah. Yeah? Like see Pinky Agres. Who are you? Police officers. I can't tell I have to get a bunch of quit rostinum. No, Ian. Here. And if he was, I don't think I'd let you see him. That is his car. Yeah, it's his registered in his name. No one mind. No one he out to the kids was. One talked to him. So talk to me. I'm his father. Anything you have to say to him, you can tell me. Your boy belonged to a club called the Pink Rats gang.
Why? Does he? I answer no question till you tell me why you're asking. I look, Mr. We're not out here to pass the time of day. Your boys mixed up with something that can turn out to be pretty serious. That right. That's the way it is. Who says it's serious? What are you talking about? We got worried that your boys mixed up in a gang war is going to break out this weekend. And you two big cops are out here leaning on a kid because he's mixed up in a beef. Listen, there's a five-year-old kid down the street skating on the sidewalk. Why don't you go put the arm on her? This war breaks out and somebody's going to get hurt. Maybe you're a boy. We're trying to stop it. Well, don't bother. Pink can take care of himself. Any of the gangs cause trouble. The rats can swing there and... You want to stop the beef? Go talk to the other kids. Tell them to lay off. My boy's gang is now looking for trouble. Any fight and going on. You can talk to the other kids. You check them. Leave my boy alone. Do you want to talk to him, Mr. Weggard? You're going to make a pinch? No, I just want to talk to him. You should've known you were going to take him the day. Only two of you. Well, I'm telling you, you ain't laying a hand on Pink. You tried and I'll haul you in every court in the country. Now get out of here. Where's your boy now? That's none of your business. I told you to get out. Maybe you don't understand, Eggers. This is a gang war. You're a boy's helping to build it. Now you get off my property and don't come back. You hear me?
Anything happens, Pinky can take care of himself. He'll be okay. Now you guys leave him alone. My hope is right. 3.15 p.m. Frank and I drove over to Pinky Eggers' school again. We spent the next two hours talking to the youngsters in the neighborhood. Those that would cooperate with us didn't have the information that we needed. The others refused to tell us anything. In the meantime, officers from 77th Street Division were checking on the activities of the Orcad gang. They ran into the same evasive answers that we had. If the information we'd gotten was true, we had a little more than 48 hours to find the principles in the war before the shooting could start. 3.09 p.m. Frank and I met with Captain John Powers, Lieutenant Hartgrove, and the heads of the juvenile details throughout the city. From then we learned that word of the impending war had spread through the gangs in the separate districts. And that the other gangs were taking sides in the argument, and were ready to start their own battles with factions who opposed them. Captain Powers, along with the heads of the divisions, mapped the plan of action to be put into effect of the...
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The area where the main activity was expected would be heavily patrolled, both by beatmen and by radio car officers. Once the operating plan was set up, it was little to do but wait. In the meantime, the search went on for members of the arcade gang and for painty acres, the leader of the pink rats. A watch had been placed on his home but he failed to return. Friday, September 6, 942 pm. Frank and I checked with the burglary division on the stolen guns and we went over to the New Yorker restaurant to get something to eat. Hi, Saul. Hey Joe, call your office and I just called you. Yeah, thanks. Want any of the fish and chips for your friend? Sure. How's it going, Saul? Not bad. Would you? Kind of rough. Where's Rosie? Her and the kids went to movies. Two five six eight, please. Yeah, George, do them. Right. Put your hand to the Friday. But when did it happen? When will we look at a pencil?
Saul, have he that menu? Yeah. Hey, yeah. All right, go ahead. Yeah, I got it. Yeah. But what he wants us to do. Yeah. May I know you? All right. Now we'll get right over there. Bye. Never mind the food, Saul. What's the matter? Kids didn't wait until Saturday and just shot a pilot park. What's the score? Still coming in. A good start. Yeah. 11-year-old boy killed. The first victim of the juvenile gang war was 11-year-old Tony Herman. The teenagers next door to the Herman house were having a party. At 9.36 pm Friday night, a group of youngsters had arrived at the house and tried to crash the party. A fist fight it ensued and Tony, who was doing his homework, next door had gone out to see what was causing the disturbance. As he stood on the porch watching the fighting, a 12-gauge shotgun had been fired. The pellets from the cartridge had caught the youngsters during the stomachs and the abdomen and he'd gone down.
At the sound of the shot, the fighting had stopped and the party crashers had left the scene. The police had been called and Tony was removed to Georgia Street receiving hospital. He was dead on arrival. From the neighbors, descriptions of the party crashers had been obtained. All of the boys wore satin jackets with a large white orchid embroidered on the back. One of the people who saw the shooting said that the boy who'd fired the gun wore a jacket with a name, Jean, under the orchid design. A broadcast was gotten out immediately, along with a description of the car that the juveniles had used to escape. The parents of the Herman boy were not at home when the shooting occurred. From the neighbors, we found that they usually went to a movie on Friday night and they didn't return until after midnight. An officer was stationed at the house to bring them to the hospital when they returned. At 1.34 a.m., Mrs. Roman arrived at the hospital. She was a small dark woman with gray hair. She didn't know what had happened. Frank and I met her in the hall. I want to see Sergeant Friday, is he here? I'm Sergeant Friday now. Well, I'm Mrs. Herman. They say something's happened to Tony. Yes, ma'am. You want to step in here? Or I'd be a little better to talk. All right. Can I see him? He isn't hurt bad, is he?
He said, bicycle. I told his father I knew it was too soon for it. He's so little in the bind, a big bite like that. We couldn't hardly reach the pedals. Well, that's it isn't it? He fell off the bicycle. No, ma'am. What is it then? What is it? Nothing more? He's hurt. I want to see him. Mr. Minutem, Mrs. Herman. Why won't you tell me what happened to him? My husband will be here in a few minutes and he's going to want to know. Why won't you tell me? How bad he hurt? What about you, bad man? That's not an answer. How bad he hurt. He's dead. Dead? What are you doing? My boy's dead. Tony? Well, how do you follow up the bicycle? He got it for his birthday and you're a bicycle. 2018 wheels. I thought you'd follow. I didn't know it was like this. Can I see him? My boy, can I? I smell. How did it happen? How? I'm sorry about it, Mr. Herman. My Tony had an accident with his death. He went to a movie and he came home to find his son. I better get the doctor, Frank. Right?
Doctor will be here in a minute, Mr. Herman. Just too often. He's doing the homework now he's dead. How did it happen, Mr. Frider? He got in one off. He was standing on the porch. He was here. But I was doing. We shot my boy who killed him. We don't know, Mr. Herman. I want to know what was who killed him. I want to know. His father's going to want to know. My boy's dead. My boy's alive. You want to handle the stock and wait outside? Sure. It's going to hard to do. You're going to make up for it, right? The kid that fired the gun? Yeah. They got him downstairs. A few minutes after the broadcast had gone out on the boy wearing the jacket with an engine on it, two officers on York Boulevard had picked up the speeding car. In shaking down the occupants and the car itself, they'd found the jacket hidden under the rear seat. In the trunk of the automobile, they found the stolen rifles and the shotgun with one discharged cartridge in it.
The three boys in the car had been taken into custody and brought immediately to Georgia Street. Two of the youngsters had been taken to the detention cells and the third, who identified himself as Gene Graff, was brought to the office of the Nightwatch Commander. From the identification found in his pockets, we learned his name, address, and his age, 16 years old. His parents were notified that he was being held and they were asked to come to the office immediately. All the time the boy had been in the room and the calls had been made. He refused to say anything. When Frank hung up the phone after calling his parents, he made the first statement. What's that going to prove? What's that? Have them come down here. What are you going to prove with that? You want to tell us about it? That's a kid. You're going to be all right? No, he's not. How bad's he heard you dead? Rough. That's all you got to say. What do you want me to say? You've gone down 11-year-old boy and that's all you got to say about it? Look, I know the routine. You read me off and make a big speech and I'm supposed to feel real bad. I like to go along with you but it won't work. Look, save the effort. Use the words in somebody else. Do what you're going to do and let's get it over with.
How old are you? You already saw it. I'm 16. Pretty heavy, aren't you? I'd been around, yeah. Don't get smart, kid. Now, my followers are born that way. How many times have you been arrested? Couple. How many times? Four. For what? 11. Suspicion 2.4.5. You're 16. You've been picked up for robbery and assault. I didn't stand any of them. You ever been in camp? No. You ever served me time? Look, the taxpayers pay you a lot of money to keep records. Why don't you look all this up? It's there. Where'd you get the shotgun you used tonight? I want it in the raffle. I've got a lot of luck. Yeah, I will. It just ran out, kid. Now, I'm going to give you a piece of advice. If you're as smart as I think you are, you're going to take it. You start answering these questions. You start answering them right. You watch yourself a pile of trouble that you and that smart mouth of yours aren't going to talk your way out of them. You killed somebody and 11-year-old boy. You walk up that house with a gun and gun you're already used. And you just answer the questions. I'll never mind the sarcasm. Put the muscle away. You lean on me and I'll ever be sister in this state on your neck. I'm a juvenile. Don't you forget it. You just got out of that league. That's the way you see it. That's the way it is. From where you sit.
But I'm telling you, you give me any muscle and I'll scream my head off to every subsister club in the country. I want to ask you once more, young fellow. Where'd you get that gun? I bought a lucky ticket. Stick with it, kid. We're checking the numbers now. Those guns were taken on the burglary last week. You're dead on it. We got you going in. You try to make it stick. Don't worry. We will. Do I look like a hype? I asked a question. And I gave you an answer. Did you drink? Sure. I'm a real lush. I'm going to tell you something. We're running out of patience with you. When you better go get pumped up, you're going to need a lot more. What were you doing out there tonight? Where? Come off, but you know what I mean. Champ, lay, gently. What were you doing at that party? What do you usually do at a party? It was having a good time. Why'd you take that gun with you? It was in the car. I didn't take it. I went along for the ride. Who put it there? I don't know. Other boys say it was yours. That's a lie. Prove it. I don't have to. You got to prove I did know about it. We don't have to prove a thing. There are a couple of people who saw you shoot the kid.
Guys, you were with the copped out. You're nailed. You know it. We'll see what the judge has to say about it. I've gotten up before. I'll swing it this time. I'm a juvenile. I'm not responsible for what I do. You really believe that, don't you? I said it. You know, I got two kids. What do you want? A medal? I got two kids. They're pretty good youngsters too. They go to school. They study hard, and they're trying hard to grow up to be decent human beings. They'll get married and raised ordinary families. They'll never do much of anything special. They'll get their names in the papers. Nobody's going to get much notice. Maybe that's the way they want it. But all of a sudden, somebody like you comes along, me, and Rotten. And people hear about you. They figure all the kids sat down and wrote your name on a ballot. Now you represent all of them. That you're the shining example of American youth. They sit there and shake their heads and talk about what's happening to the younger generation. They got the wrong picture. It doesn't true. None of it. You framed it. You act like a big man, and every decent honest kid comes on, looking like a bum. You sit there and blow off about being a juvenile. You like it because you think it'll buy you special privileges. Well, you're wrong, fella. Not in my book. As far as I'm concerned, you're a rotten little killer, and you're going to be treated like one.
Now you bring out the rubber horse. All right, come on, let's go. Take your coat, boy. You're not coming back this way. Yeah. Come in. It's Friday. Yes, Mr. Raymond. It told me I'd find you here. Is this the boy who did it? Yes, ma'am. What's your name? Answer. Gene Grapp. Why'd you do it? Why'd you kill my boy? Did he do something to you? Is that it, Duttoni, do something to you? Answer me. Say something. Just tell me one thing. What right do you have? What right does a young hoodlum like you have to stand there alive and breathing in my boy's hands? What right? Do you hear me? What right? Mr. Raymond. Make him tell me what right. What right? What right does he have to do a horrible thing like this?
What right? I don't know, but we're going to take it away from him. The story you have just heard is true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On October 4th, the petition was filed in juvenile court and the subject was declared unfit to be tried as a juvenile. He was ordered to be tried in superior court under the general law. The court was filed in court under the general law. Jean Norton Graff was tried and convicted of murder in the second degree. He was referred to the youth authority for punishment. Murder in the second degree is punishable by imprisonment in the state penitentiary for a period of from five years to life. Dragnet. The story of your police force in action is a presentation of the United States Armed Forces Radio Service. The story is a presentation of the United States Armed Forces Radio Service.
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