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3:06you will travel step by step on the side of the law through an actual case transcribed from official police violence. From beginning to end, from crime to punishment, the drug net is the story of your police force in action. It was Wednesday, November 8th. It was windy in Los Angeles. We were working the day watch out of juvenile division. My partner is Ed Jacobs, the boss's captain Stein. My name's Friday. It was 11.05 a.m. when we got to the basement floor of the Gorman High School. A locker room. Which way, Steve? I want to show us which locker's yours. You still haven't told me what this is all about? I've got a routine check, son. Yeah, but why do you have to pick on me? Why do you have to see my locker? We're not picking on you, Steve. Now, how about it? Which locker's yours? Right here. This is mine. 318. Here's the key. No, you open it, Steve. Just a couple of personal things of mine. That's all. Mm-hmm. All right. I'll open it.

4:09Well, there you are. See for yourself. You want to take your things out of the locker, son? You can see what's in there, can't you? My gym stuff. Couple of textbooks. I'll put digging back in the corner left-hand side there. Where? Or I mean, come on, Steve, dig them out. Back here, you mean these joke books? That's right. That's a lot, huh? Why? Just a couple of joke books. A kid game, to me. Bring them out, Steve. Okay. Just a couple of them. Kid game, to me. There. Looks like more than a couple. That's what you call a joke book, Steve. That's what the kids call them, yeah? Some of them are a little dirty. That's so bad, though. They're filthy, Steve, and you know in the words you get them. I told you. Kid game, to me. Who, what's his name? Some kid around school. I don't remember right now. Give you these books for nothing? Sure. I had a couple of he wanted, but he traded off. A lot of the kids have. I traded them around. That stack you got there, though, it's pretty new. Couldn't have been passed around much. Maybe not. I don't know. Matter of fact, they look brand new, don't they? They don't even look like they've been opened yet. Not coming to rosting me on this thing. What about the other kids? They got them, too.

5:10They're not selling them. I'm not selling them. Anybody says that's a liar? No good son. We talked to fellas here at the high school. Some kids are over the junior high school, too. They all say you're the one who's selling them. They're liars. Both the fellas in high school, the kids down the street and junior high. They say you've been selling this stuff for months. Now about it. They're lying, that's all. I don't know what they're talking about. You've been selling these $0.35 of P's, $3.00 for a dollar. Last couple weeks, you've been peddling pictures, $2.00 of P's. You got any of them in your locker, Steve? A couple. I got them off another kid. What other kid? What's his name? What's his name? Some kid. I don't remember. It's not much of an answer, son. What do you want from me, anyway? I told you I'm not selling the books. I don't care what those other goofs say. It's my word against theirs. Maybe you ought to get this straight, son. We're not out to get you. You're way down the line. We want the people at the top. The men who print this child for wholesale there's a big distribution. So why ask me? I don't know anything about it. Nothing. You don't want to cooperate, is it? What am I supposed to cooperate about? I'm not mixed up in anything. We think you are, son.

6:10We know you are. Who are you selling us for? What do you get you supply? Oh, you see? It's what's in my locker. All right, it's selling. I don't have any supply. You've got to go far to prove I have. Not very far, Steve. What? From about here to your home. 1138 AM. After picking up his supply of obscene books and photographs to be booked later as evidence, Ed and I drove the subject Stephen Banner to his home approximately a mile from the high school. His apprehension in our theory that he probably kept the bulk of his supply of books and pictures at or near his home was no accident. For weeks, we've known that a steady stream of pornography was being fed into a half a dozen high schools and junior high schools throughout the city. Books, photographs, pictures, and pamphlets of the worst kind. Because of embarrassed men are part of the curious teenage kids who bought this stuff, it wasn't easy to pick up a solid lead. After weeks of observation and questioning, we finally narrowed down the principal source of supply to a single teenage boy, Stephen Banner.

7:10Even then, we knew he must be only one of a hundred small-time distributors working for the person's directly responsible for manufacturing this sort of thing. Our only hope was that he'd be willing and able to supply us with the names of the person's responsible. When we got to Stephen Banner's home, Murray lived with his sister and brother-in-law. We searched it thoroughly, but we found nothing. Both his sister and brother-in-law were at work. We went back and started checking through the garage at the rear of the house. Joe, back in, at the corner. Yeah. Have a look. Stephen wanted to tell us about this. Yeah. These books here? These pictures are case-full on them. Yeah. Well, how about it, son? Your sister and brother-in-law know about this? No, they don't know anything. I didn't think they'd find them. Are you ready to tell us about it? My sister's gonna have to find out? I don't know, Steve. They'll be pretty glad to keep it from her. Yeah, I guess so. Who's a contact son? Where'd they come from? Charlie.

8:10Charlie Fryberg. Only the books though. Pictures came from another guy. It's a long story. We got the time, son. Who is this Fryberg? I met him downtown one Sunday. Penny Arcade on Broadway. Me and this other kid were in there, but Spencer. Fryberg came up, started to talk to us. All right, cool. He finally took a couple of these books out of his pocket. Came to us. He wanted to know what we thought of him. Pelosi had plenty of them. We knew any other kids who wanted him. You knew you and your friend, Bud, went high school? Yeah, that's right. What else, Steve? Well, it's about it. He asked me and Bud if we wanted to self-arm around school. His friend, your Bud's, Spencer. He's on them too. Yeah. He goes to a different school though. Both of us did pretty good with the books. So real fast. Our pictures are even better. So you say you didn't get the pictures from Fryberg. There was somebody else. A man by the name of Jack. I don't know his last name. Fryberg put us on him. Came us an introduction set up the deal. We got the pictures for 75 cents. Most of the time they gave us a dollar, a dollar and a half a piece.

9:10But I did pretty good. You know any other fellows working for this Fryberg, Steve? Any other kids in school? No. Just buddhen me. That's all I know. It wouldn't be so bad if it were just the books. Not Lazy Charlie. He had to go and promote the party routine. Get everybody mixed up in that. How do you mean? What's that all about? Charlie. He stays at this place out on Sepulveda. It's a motel. That's where we always contact them. Yeah. After a couple of weeks when we got to know him, he asked me and Bud out to this place. He said he was going to throw a party. He told us to bring our girlfriends along. Turned out we were the only ones at the party. Me and Bud and the girls and Charlie Fryberg. The party lasted pretty late. I should have been smart enough to figure it out. I wasn't. What do you mean, Steve? Figure out what? Why Charlie be throwing parties just for us? The first two times there wasn't anything wrong. We just talked, danced with the girls, drank some beer. Charlie told us to have a good time. He threw a party every Friday night. Never broke up to laugh at three o'clock. How old are your girlfriend, yours and Buds?

10:1017. They're both 17. They've been around though. No use kidding. It weren't very smart. I can tell you that. None of us were, I guess. Next couple of parties, Charlie and Whiskey there. Dumb girls drank right along with him. So did we. Fryberg served Whiskey, didn't he? Yeah, that's right. He loaded the drinks, kept handing the girls a lot of stuff about how he used to be a director in pictures. He had a lot of connections in Hollywood. The last party I was at, he said he was going to get the girls screen test. A lot of Malachi like that. What else Steve? I don't know. I had a beef with Charlie about it. I walked out, haven't been back since. So you still throw these Friday night parties, you know? Maybe. I don't know. I had a three or four after the last one I walked out on. Dumb girls think Charlie's just great. God, so I can't stand the guy. How about the parties you didn't show up for Steve? You got to run down on him. I heard a couple of things, you know. Sure glad I wasn't there. How do you mean? Dumb girls never fails. They hold us lying in the world. They still go for it. What's that? Tell him you're going to get them in the movies.

11:14We continued questioning the subject 17-year-old Stephen Banner. He gave us a full description of the man who'd been selling him the book's Charles Fryberg and also a description of the man known as Jack, the one who'd been supplying him with pictures and photographs. In addition, he gave us the addresses of the two men, a fair description of Fryberg's car, no license number, and the names and addresses of the two girls he and his friend had taken to Fryberg's parties. 120 PM. Ed and I took the case of our scene books from the garage, loaded in the back seat of our car, and Stephen Banner directed us to the high school a kind of advice friend, Bud Spencer. We picked up the Spencer boy and drove him in Banner, downtown to Georgia Street, Juvenile, where we booked them in on 700 B, Well-Fairing Institution Code, lack of supervision. We drove to the motel out on Sepulveda, but the suspect Charles Fryberg had moved out five days before a no-forwarding address. It wasn't a dead end though. From his motel registration card, we got the description and license number of his car. On the way into the office,

12:14we checked out the address of his confederate, the man known as Jack. He'd moved the same day as Fryberg, no forwarding address. Back at the office, DMV got a make on the license number for us, the car registered in Fryberg's name, 239 West 92nd Street. We went down to our own line, pulled the package on the suspect, 340 PM. Last address on this three years old. How's his record read? Well, he's been in the business before, a couple of bag charges, and 311 charges, too, permission to be seen literature. Sir, eight months in County jail. Mug shot there? Yeah. Close enough to the way the boy described them. I'd say so. There's M.O.2. Huh? Same picture the last time they got him working in high school trade, passed himself out as a studio man, movie director. How about the other man, Jack? You got anything there? No, not yet. My giving information on him to the stats, always they're going to make a run for us. Well, I guess we better check on the kids' girlfriends, get their stories.

13:14Yeah, suppose so. Sure gets me, Jim. Well, it's a very young girl's like that, out of motel parties of 3 AM drinking. Yeah. 17-year-olds. No reason for it. No reason at all. I think a one that might do. Huh? Their parents. We checked out the suspects address, furnished us by DMV, and also the information from the R&I package. They went nowhere. We had a second interview with Stephen Banner, and his friend, Vod Spencer. We showed them, Fryberg's Mug shot in both of them, identified it. We got out of broadcast, and an APB on him. 412 PM, together with police, woman burying, states all, Ed and I drove out to interview the two teenage girls, involved a Dorothy Ryan in a Laura Osborne. We stopped at the home of the Osborne girl first, but she wasn't there. I need a word of parents. An older sister told us that both the mother and father were working in that Laura was at a neighborhood school for models taking her weekly lesson. We checked at the modeling school, a converted second floor social hall, where we finally located the girl,

14:14a tall, brunette, dark eyes, fair complexion. The heavy makeup didn't do much to hide her age. While the modeling us who went on, police woman states all, Ed and I talked of a girl off in one corner of the hall. Your friend, Steve Banner, he took it all as price of Mr. Pryber's place. Well, that's right. Very nice man. He was always nice to Dorothy and me. Dorothy Ryan, she came to the place with Vod. He's a friend of Steve Banner's. You have no complaint to make about this Mr. Fryberg. You never caused your trouble with any kind? Charlie, well no. I told you before that business about Steve getting mad just because Charlie told us he'd get us in the movies. Well, it was silly. That's all plain silly. Charlie was just helping us. How do you mean more? Well, he's in Hollywood, you know. Charlie Fryberg has lots of connections. He just wanted to help us get some good modeling jobs. That's why it took our pictures. There was nothing wrong. You continued going to these Friday night parties without the two boys. Is that right? Yes, Dorothy and me. There was anything wrong with it. You know, Charlie is well-vaded by that time. Who baits with pictures, that's all. There was nothing wrong in there.

15:14Did you ever see prints of any of those pictures either you or Dorothy read? No, but Charlie's going to get us some. They promised you would. You know where he is now? No, he moved. I have an idea where he is. When's the last time you saw Fryberg miss? About ten days, two weeks ago. What's this all about, Officer? Are you looking for Charlie? How does he usually contact you, Laura, by phone? Yeah, huh? He usually calls. Has he called you lately? Well, I don't know. Why are you looking for him? Can't you tell me? Hruthin investigation, Miss. Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know where Charlie is. Why can't you tell me why you want him? We want him. Why? Can't you give me a reason? This is one of the reasons Laura would you look at this picture? Charlie took this? It's his business, Laura. That's the way his police record reads. I can't believe it. That's one reason we want Fryberg. There's lots of others. Are you willing to help us, Laura? He said they'd be beautiful glamorous. They're not. You know where he stays now? No, I'll find out, though. How do you mean? I've got a date with him, supposed to meet him out on a wheelchair.

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18:20The parents told us that they had no idea of what had been going on or the eight hours that their teenage girls had been keeping. Besides promising closer supervision of the girls, they told us they would notify us immediately if the suspect Freiber admit any attempt to contact their daughters. 6.25 pm. We got back to the office, put in the call to Stephen Banner's home and notified his sister and brother-in-law that the boy was being held for further interrogation. We also notified the parents of Bud Spencer. The following morning, Ed and I went across the street to the district attorney's office, presented our case and the warrant was issued on Charles Freiberd for 702WIC, contributing to the delinquency of a minor. At seven o'clock that night, Ed and I stayed out on a cocktail lounge near the intersection of Wilshire and Wilbrea, the place where the suspect had told Laura Osbrim to meet him. 7.35. We waited. I think maybe we were in business, John. Well, down the corner there waiting for the signal to change.

19:20The two dark hat. Yeah, could be. Across nowhere now heading to the bar. Alright, let's go. No mistake. Hey, hold it up a little, will you? How's that? Police officers, you need in Freiberd. No, that's not my name. Is your identification, please? Yes, I've got my identification. Why? Will we see it, please? Why, what do you want? Your identification. What's going on, mister? Talk about it downtown. Wait a minute. Just a minute. I don't want any trouble. I'll show you. There. Divers license. Rest of my stuff. Charles, fly very. It's an old address, isn't it? Yeah. I've met time, changed it. I just got back in town. What's the matter, anyway? Were you staying in Freiberd? No place. I just got back in town. I told you that. Not staying in any place yet. No connections at all. Where's your car? I don't have one. I've been one for a year. I sold it. Look, how about filling me in?

20:20What do you want with me? You want to step over here, Freiberd, out of the way? All right. Just like what's going on, that's all. Let's see what you're carrying in your pockets. Take everything out, please. One pocket of time. What is your shake down? You can start with your coat pockets. All right. And there. Okay. All right. Now the other one. Okay. You said you don't have a car, Freiberd. Hmm. Of course not. I told you that. What are you doing with that parking ticket? We walked the suspect Freiberd to blocks to the parking lot listed on the clean check that he had in his coat pocket. He had black hair streak with gray, looked to be in his mid-50s. We questioned him on a way, but he didn't admit nothing. We located his car in the parking lot and searched it. In the glove compartment, besides a half a dozen photographs and small books, we found a key with a metal disc attached to it. Stamped on the disc with a word's West Side Studios number 23.

21:21Freiberd refused to identify the key. He refused to admit a thing. We walked him back to our car and together the three of us headed out for the old West Side Studios, just off Jefferson Boulevard. On the way, we tried again to question the suspect, but we got nowhere. He refused to answer even the simplest questions. One look at the West Side Studios and you knew right away the place had seen better days. It had been fairly prominent in the early days of motion picture-making, but all it was left now was two square blocks of broken-down scenery, one dilapidated soundstage, at a row of weather-beaten cottages, the tar paper peeling off the ropes. We got out of the car and started up the walk. The faded sign over the main gate read West Side Studios founded 1920. Down in one corner, admission by pass only, the guard's shack at the gate was bordered up. No sign of a night watchman. We kept walking. How come they don't keep a watchman at the gate, Freiberd? Don't they make pictures anymore? You bet they do. The place has been going downhill for a long time.

22:22It's coming back though. They do know the place, is that right? Yeah, I know it. I should know it. What do you mean by that? Nothing. You're at an office here, is that it? Faber? Yeah, that's right. Straight down the way there, cabbage 23. What's your job, you know, in some kind of movie work? Yeah, I've been for 30 years. More than 30 years. And it's so you inactive? Freiberd. Have you ever heard the name? I'm a producer. Oh, I see. Why don't you tell us how to start with? No, I don't know. Different greens. I don't like to throw them away around. I have a lot of connections in Hollywood, you know? That's all. And the trade 30 years. I'm one of the first. You can make a lot of friends in 30 years. Yeah, I guess so. How about those books we found in your car? Those pictures? I explain them. This studio will be back on the street in a year. I've got $1,000 on it. This whole block here is sound stages. I get the plans for them in my desk. And so you have an interest in this lot? Not exactly. Not right now, anyway. I did have an interest though. I will again.

23:22I was one of your original owners, you know? Still haven't got an explanation. How about the books and pictures we found in your car? Oh, that. Nothing to explain is there. Just a chemistry site picked up. You know a boy with an image Stephen Banner? Banner? No, I don't think so. How about Bud Spencer, you know him? No. I knew a George Spencer once. Actor. That's back in the old days though. How about Law Osly? Dorothy Ryan, you know them? No, it's pretty hard to say. You know what, Sergeant? Over the years in this business, especially you meet an awful lot of people. Ways are fairly recent. You ought to remember them. They're just kids, 17-year-olds. No, afraid I know for a colon name. Soundstage bell. We got a company over there doing some shooting tonight. Television films. They make them too fast. Traits not like it used to be. Quality, that's what we went after. Gone now. So gone. West Side will do it again though. You can bet on that. We're coming back. Look, how about leveling, Fryberg? You know why we picked you up.

24:22You know why we're out here? Just did. I don't know why. Jose, look across the road. That's set over there. The old greenhouse there. Colonial mansion. Weather's faded in colors a little. Typical old seven-estate now, you know. We shot some beautiful footage there. Pictures of classic in its own right. Maybe you remember it. Moonlight Magnolias. They changed the title later. Love the moonlight. Beautiful thing. You ever see it? Little little things though. I couldn't tell you how many beauties we turned out that year. I was a young fellow then. Song and strife. Moonlight Magnolias. Little art and girl. Sweet art of the campus. And your cut, Examester Fryberg. What's that? Just down the way there. Number 23. Oh, yeah. Please, don't forget about it. I hope you excuse the way it looks. I've been able to find good accommodations in town. I've been staying at the office. We have a little couch there. I sleep on that. We have the hot plate too. Good enough to boil the coffee in the morning. How come you couldn't find space in town? I don't know how it tells I've had that rush, Charlie.

25:22No, I'm the one time used to staying out, yes. I just soon came here at the studio and stayed in one of those places downtown. Say, when you like to see the rest of the lot, for the interesting, if you've never seen the real movie lot, I mean a high class one. We've seen them, Mr. Fryberg. Would I check your office? Oh, all right. This is it. How did you need a good coat of paint, of course? It'll all be done pretty soon. West Side is going to come back strong. You bet on that. Yes, so. Oh, watch it on that first step there. It's loose. I have to call a maintenance and get that fixed. Yeah, that's all right. Here we are. Well, didn't you say the opposite didn't very much? What if you want to, gentlemen? You want to check that cabinet there. I'll take a look for these cases over here. This picture here on the wall,

26:26that's the cast and the production staff on my first film. Here's the other one. Me and Arzy Benarn. He autographed the picture for me, Benarn himself. Those were the days, all right? Quality. That's what they went after in the picture, real quality. Not like today. Gone. Be good days. Fine pictures. Gone. Oh, gone. I'm out of friber. These cases are books, really. These photographs. Not my fault for leaving. I had to make a living. I had to make money. All you think it feels to get cheap like that. I used to be young. I was big. I was talent. I made big pictures. How do you think it feels to get cheap? All of a sudden, cheap enough to do this kind of thing? Nobody forced you. It was your choice, Mr. It wasn't my choice. You're wrong. All I want to do is make pictures.

27:26There isn't a chance anymore. Not like the old days. You need hundreds of thousands. Millions. It's gone. It's all gone. Had to eat. Had to put clothes on my back. You'd make your response for this. You're working in high school. Trade kids like Steve Banner, Bud Spencer. After 1935, I couldn't get a job. I didn't want this. I had to do it. I'm ashamed. Who wouldn't be? I had to eat. It was the only way. I had to live. There's honest jobs to be heard. How about this man named Jack? He was in with me. He was my cameraman back in the old days. You can't blame him either. He had to live too. You want me to come downtown with this? Yes, I do. I do. How about the party? The two girls. Laura Osborne, Dorothy Ryan. I took some pictures. I didn't harm them. Nothing anyway. You heard it wrong, Fiber. You know that. Yeah, I know. But just to have the kids there.

28:27They made you remember the days in your life. Best days in anybody's life. That's all. When you used to have money. When you used to be young. The story you just heard was true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On January 29th, trial was held in Superior Court Department 87, city and county of Los Angeles, state of California. In a moment, the results of that trial. And now here is our star, Jack Webb. Thank you, George, gentlemen. Friends, won't you do this for me? Compare Fatima with any other King-sized cigarette. The fact that you find Fatima's length filters the smoke 85 millimeters for your protection. Cools the smoke for your protection. Fatima's length gives you those extra puffs. 21% longer than standard cigarette size. And you get an extra mild and soothing smoke. Plus the added protection of Fatima quality. That's why I'd like you to buy Fatima.

29:29The suspects, Charles, Simon Freiberg and his accomplice, Jack L. Labory, were tried and convicted on four counts of contributing to the delinquency of minors. Both of them served full terms in the county jail. Contributing to the delinquency of minors is punishable by a fine of not more than $1,000, or by imprisonment in the county jail for one year, or by both fine and imprisonment. You have just heard Dragnet, a series of authentic cases from official files. Technical advice comes from the Office of Chief of Police, W.H. Parker, Los Angeles Police Department. Her tonight were Barney Phillips, Virginia Craig, and Ralph Moody. Scripted by Jim Moser, Music by War for Schumann. Hell, give me speaking.

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