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Tragment.
The documented 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
transcribed from official police files.
From beginning to end, from crime to punishment,
Dragnet is the story of your police force in action.
It was Wednesday, February 6th.
It was cool in Los Angeles.
We were working the day watch out of forgery detail.
My partner's frank Smith, the boss's captain Welsh.
My name's Friday.
I was on my way back from the forgery office.
It was 10.22 a.m. when I got to the mudroom.
I'm sure about it, officer.
If I ever see that woman again, I'll know her.
If you have any doubt about it, I'll know her.
Yes, ma'am. Now if you'll just look for this book, please.
Have you seen anyone who might be the woman in this part?
No, not yet.
So I can put if she's got a picture in here, I'll find it for you.
You never forget that face.
This week, we're kind.
They thought it reminded me of my mother's rest or so.
That's why I cast a check for.
I never would have done it if I had been something like that.
Yes, ma'am.
I wonder if you'd mind running over it again for us.
It might have been something you forgot, maybe.
No, no, no. I wouldn't forget anything about her,
but I can tell you about it if you'd like.
I'd find this part, and if you just started for beginning again.
Fine. What's your mind calling me?
I thought I don't much care for fronality.
Feel better when people call me by my given name.
Yes, ma'am. If you go right ahead, please.
Well, this morning, when I found out about it,
like the killed right over when the check came back in the bank,
I opened up the other mail,
almost taken people who want to sell me things for the store,
and that was.
Let it from the bank with the check inside.
They put one of those forms, you know,
the kind they just checked with the pencil.
Uh-huh.
Well, like I said, there it was.
Place it was checked so the account was unknown.
But you can just bet I got on the phone and call the bank people.
No, ma'am, I understand.
I told them they made some sort of mistake,
and they'd better set it right.
I was so sure that she wouldn't do a thing like this.
I don't know how banks are. They said they'd check it for me.
And I waited on the phone while they did.
And they said it wasn't any mistake.
Well, you can just bet that I was hoppin' mad.
Yeah, well, what kind of identification did the woman use
to get you to cash the check?
She had several letters from her son.
They said she said they were fun.
They said she hasn't even got a son.
Well, sir, I bet she has.
Do you usually cash checks for that little identification?
No, I don't. There's a rule.
I usually ask for a driver's license.
And a social security card.
So you know, if a person's got one of those,
that means that he's working because the check is good.
Well, that's not always true, you know, ma'am.
No, and I know it now.
He's just bet I do.
I'm not cashed checks for anyone.
I haven't known for 10 years.
Mm-hmm.
Had you seen this woman around you start before this time?
I didn't try to think about that.
The shop isn't very big, but we do a pretty good business.
Sometimes there are several people waiting.
Get in the hurry, you know, and you're actually
where you talk to.
Yes, ma'am.
Me, I've seen on this door before, but when I stop
and really think about it, I'm not too sure.
You know how that is?
Yes, ma'am.
But when you bought it right down,
I don't think I have seen it before.
She just had one of those faces that you figure sure,
you know, looks like such a lovely person.
I see.
But how old do you figure she was, ma'am?
Well, like I said, I guess about 62, maybe a little older.
Might have been 65.
I thought about you over that, though.
Pretty hair.
Pure white had a fixed and a real soft wave over her forehead.
Oh, fashion kind of.
What in the bun, you know?
Ma'am.
Bun had the hair all rolled up and then pinned up back here.
Back of her neck.
What do you want?
White to say.
Yeah.
It looks so nice to see a woman acting like her age.
How many of them tried to look younger, you know?
Yes, ma'am.
How about her clothes?
Oh, she was well dressed.
Had a sort of a peel blue suit on.
A black coat.
Look kind of like it might have been cashmere.
Look real nice.
Little thing gloves and all.
You say she was a small woman, is that right?
Yes, she was little.
The real state, you know, showed her back,
but she was a little one up more than five foot one,
or maybe two.
Would she be slightly heavy?
Big body.
Well, how much would you say she weighed?
Well, maybe a hundred pounds.
Not much heavier than that.
Not a hundred pounds.
Was there anything unusual about her,
or anything that might make her stand out?
No, I don't think so.
Except maybe it was a perfume.
Ma'am.
Perfume, you know?
How you kind of expect a little old lady to wear
something kind of mild, like violet, maybe.
Light.
Yes, ma'am.
Well, she had a real heavy perfume on.
It felt kind of like a French stamp.
Real heavy, like I said.
It was one thing I couldn't figure out.
What's that, ma'am?
Well, she could have nice clothes and all,
but oh no, she didn't look like she had a lot of money.
Just moderate, you know?
Mm-hmm.
Well, that perfume must have been expensive.
It must have cost a lot.
Well, I guess she's making enough to afford it, ma'am.
Ten thirty-four a.m.
Mrs. Parkinson continued to look through the mug books.
She was unable to identify the woman who had passed the bad check.
The merchants of the city had been victimized
for the past three weeks by a forger.
All of them described her as a kindly old lady
using letters from her son in the east as identification.
Frank and I had run the description
we'd gotten through our and I with no result.
The stats office had made several runs on the M.O.
And all leads furnished by them had been checked out
but they let us know where.
We'd obtained copies of the forged checks
and they'd been processed by Don Meyer and handwriting
but he'd been unable to offer us any new information.
The names on each of the checks were different.
We checked each of them out but the leads went nowhere.
All of the stores in the central area had been alerted.
Descriptions had been distributed to the neighborhood merchants
but the check passing continued.
We checked with our informants but they failed
to come up with any information.
Two weeks passed.
The woman hit twelve more times.
Her take was estimated to be over $2,500.
The checks she passed were always for the same amount, $50.
When it seemed necessary,
she would purchase merchandise in order to cash the check.
The articles she chose were in a price range
so that the store owner would often cash the check
rather than lose the sale.
Thursday, February 21st, 8.34 a.m.
Frank and I got back to the office.
I got it.
Forgery, Friday.
Yeah.
All right, where?
All right, where?
Awesome.
All right?
No, we'll see you there.
What is it?
Harry Allenson.
Good for me?
Yeah, says he wants to see us right away.
Yeah.
Says he knows the woman we're looking for.
The working detective knows that he's usually only as good as his informants.
Quite often when all other means of bringing a case
to a successful conclusion have failed,
the only thing that'll break it is information supplied by an informant.
A detective will protect his informant
for as long as the informant can operate
the detective is assured of a steady flow of information.
9.45 a.m. Frank and I drove over to the coffee shop
at the corner of Crawford and Spring Street.
Harry Allenson wasn't there when we arrived.
We sat down in order to cup a coffee.
Oh, that's good, right?
Yeah, it is.
Hey, past the sugar, what did you go?
Yeah.
There you go.
Thanks.
All right.
Wonder where Allenson is.
What time do you say he'd be here?
9.45.
Well, it's only a couple of minutes after that.
Now he'll be here.
I wonder how right his story is.
What do you tell you on the phone?
Nothing, just that he knew what we were looking for.
That if we'd meet him here he'd fill us in.
There he is.
All right.
Are you ready?
Harry?
Sit down.
Yeah.
Sorry, I'm late.
Got hung up on traffic.
Oh, you got a car now, Harry?
No, I'll miss my street car.
I had to wait for another.
Say, you guys had breakfast yet?
Yeah, we did a little earlier.
You mind if I have something to eat?
Oh, go ahead.
There's no waitress.
Well, she was here a minute ago.
I don't see her now.
I'll go get them myself.
Sure you guys don't want anything to eat?
No, thanks.
Just the same, Harry.
Okay.
You all right?
Well, here we go again, Joe.
You know, last time you met him, his meal cost 250.
How much do you got on you?
Well, I got a couple bucks how you fix.
Not much better.
I hope he doesn't order too much stuff.
How about some more coffee for you guys?
No, no thanks, Harry.
I shall be up in a minute.
All right.
How about this information, Harry, about the paper here?
Oh, yeah.
Funny the way I got it.
Is that right?
Yeah.
I was up in Jack's bar last night.
You know, just having a beer, shooting the breeze.
All of a sudden this old girl comes into place.
Kind of set everybody back on there.
He looks so nice.
Yeah, plan.
Well, she slides up on one of the stools in order to drink.
Even Jack was taken in, changed his apron and all.
Anyway, she climbs up on the stool in order to some sherry.
I made a big thing of it.
I will.
Well, Jack started to pour some of it for her and she stopped it.
She said that she wanted California to share it.
She said she didn't wanted that imported stuff.
Said her family was one of the first ones in the state
and that she believed in using home grown products.
She was kind of cute about it.
Pretty little woman, perched up on that stool.
Looked like a cartoon.
You know, the ones with a little old lady,
Guzzle and Martini.
Yeah.
Oh, say, hold on a minute.
Wait a minute.
My food's ready.
Here I go.
Okay.
How do you like that, Jack?
Takes in five hours to get a point.
There's nothing you can do about it, Frank.
He's got to tell us his way.
I'm not supposed to.
Yeah.
Nothing like a big breakfast.
I always say you stoke up in the morning.
You've got it made for the day.
Yeah, that's right, Gary.
Our own breakfast, they call us.
Tell you that to eat.
Oh, I'm going to do that sauce.
Fried real good.
I like it when it's like a rock.
Can't stand pork that hasn't been cooked enough.
Yeah.
You want to go on with the story?
Oh, yeah.
Don't mind if I eat to it.
Got a big day today.
A lot of things to do.
No, you go right ahead, Gary.
All right.
Well, I could say this old broad order of the sherry.
Well, time went on.
You must have had three or four of them.
Yeah.
A couple other guys came in and I moved over to make room for them.
And ended up sitting right next to the woman.
They passed the catchpoint.
Oh, yeah.
There you go.
Eggs aren't much good without a lot of catchable.
It's some real flavor.
Yeah.
The hurry.
Did you get the point, maybe?
Oh, sir.
Well, first off, I noticed there's perfume this broad wearing.
Well, I tell you, it's been a long time since I smelled anything like that.
Real heavy.
Like this stuff that's so in France.
Yeah.
Didn't fit the woman.
Now, sir, didn't seem to go with the rest of her.
I tried to strike up conversation, you know.
Talked about the weather, stuff like that, but she wouldn't have none of it.
She didn't actually tell me, but I could tell her where she answered me, you know.
Kind of cool.
Thanks, she might be the one we're looking for.
Where she looked.
Where she worked.
What do you mean, where she worked?
Well, I'm getting to it.
Anyway, after she's had the sherry, she reached into her purse to pay for him.
Almost around in her for a while.
Well, I couldn't help seeing what was in it.
You know what, what was sitting right next to her and all.
Yeah, sure.
Well, she don't come up with any money.
And she starts going through her pockets.
She still can't find any money.
Finally, she has Jack.
Who's that, the bartender?
Yeah, Jack.
He owns a place.
She asked him if he'll catch it, Jack.
Yeah.
Well, now I ask you.
Do you want you guys know, Jack?
No, I don't think we do, Eric.
No, I don't.
Well, Jack wouldn't catch your check for the treasure of the country.
Not even if he had the president to vouch for him.
He didn't stung too many times.
Yeah.
Well, it's all gal guests don't see.
I can see him start to go.
He kind of hams and haws around all the time.
He's trying to figure out a nice way to say no to her.
He just doesn't sense it.
Well, right after he kind of waits and expects her to tell him off
for being so mean to somebody like her, but she doesn't.
She just kind of punches her shoulders and then starts digging in her purse again.
Takes everything out, puts it on the bar.
Huh.
Oh.
It happens that her driver's license is lying right there on the bar in front of me.
Couldn't help but read it, you know.
Yeah, we know.
Well, it's our name.
And I asked her if she left me by the line for it.
Two proofs.
Put you there then.
Well, when I called her by name, she acted kind of startled like she didn't expect it.
And then she kind of smiled and said she was financially embarrassed at the moment.
Something about coming away from the house without any money.
But she said she thought it'd be very sweet of me if I take care of the tap.
So I paid Jack the money and I asked her if she'd like another one.
She said she didn't think so.
And she got all her stuff together and put it back into her purse and thanks me.
And she got up and left.
Yeah, well, what was the name of the driver's license? Do you remember that?
Yeah, yeah.
I've written down here in some places.
Well, after she left, Jack and me got to talk in the modern.
Then it hit me that she might be the one you're looking for.
So what jotted down the name?
You ever see this woman before, Harry?
No.
Never laid eyes on her before she walked into Jack's last night.
Now, here it is.
It's a little thing.
Yeah, that's the name of the top of the paper.
Right under, that's your address.
The name on the piece of paper was Lily and Halstead.
It was a new name in the case.
It gave an address out near Bel Air.
Frank and I called a name and R&I, but they had no record on anyone answering that description.
We paid the check and thanked Harry Allinson for the information and then we drove out to the address.
It was a large house just off sunset Boulevard.
Mrs. Halstead wasn't in, but the maid told us that we'd find her husband at the Halstead School of Chromatic Arts.
She gave us the address and Frank and I drove out to the school.
It was located in a large modern building out in Wilshire Boulevard.
When we got there, Mr. Halstead was working with the advanced class in the drama section.
We took a seat at the rear of the auditorium and waited for him to finish.
Are you Jack and me wish to see me?
Yes, sir. You're Mr. Halstead, are you?
That's correct.
Police officer says my partner, Frank Smith, my name's Friday.
How do you do, I do?
What is it that you'd like to see me about?
Can you tell us where your wife is, sir?
Liliam?
Yes.
Where she's out of town.
Why, what do you want with her?
Well, certainly, I don't understand what this is all about though.
It's just a routine investigation.
A routine? What's that mean?
Well, just that we're conducting an investigation.
The woman with the same name as your wife came up.
We're just checking it out.
Now, have you given us a description of your wife?
Yes, well, let me see.
Liliam's 36.
Yes, I would say she's five feet six and one-half inches.
The way is perhaps 130 pounds.
Well, color is a hair, Mr. Halstead.
Well, before she left, it was sort of an all-burn.
Liliam said something about dying of red.
Might have done it since she's been gone.
Where's your wife now?
She's back in Washington.
They're holding a drama festival and she's back there looking it over.
Do you have a picture of your wife here, Mr. Halstead?
Yes, sir.
Have one on my desk in the office.
What if we take it again?
Well, certainly, you've lost this way.
Fine, thank you.
They're here, down this way, please.
Thank you.
You tell me what this investigation is that you're working on.
Well, no, sir, not right now, we can't.
Oh, you can.
Cloak and dagger, stuff, eh?
No, sir, it's not exactly that.
Oh, here, I'll get the door for you.
Thank you.
It's right this way.
Excuse me, ma'am.
All right.
Here's the picture.
Lovely woman.
In a great help here at the school.
Yes, sir.
How long ago was this picture taken?
Several months ago, I believe.
I'm Mr. Halstead.
How long has your wife been out of town?
Perhaps a week?
Ten days, perhaps.
So there's something like that.
Mm-hmm.
Do you wife drive a car, Mr. Halstead?
Yes, sir.
She does.
Oh, I understand.
The license.
Sir.
Lillian's driver's license.
That's what you're here about, isn't it?
Well, I don't understand, sir.
Oh, you don't have to be cagey with me.
Lillian lost the driver's license some time ago.
Asked me to get her a new one.
I didn't quite get a chance to do it.
You found it.
That's it, isn't it?
No, sir, that's not.
We think your wife's license has been used as identification
by some check for her.
Yeah, I don't know where your wife might have lost the license.
Why?
No.
We don't know exactly.
It must have been about three months ago.
She says that she dropped it here at the school,
but I've looked all over for it.
I haven't been able to find it.
I think she just left it someplace.
She's terribly careless about things like that.
Yes, sir.
Is this about the old woman that's been forging the checks?
Why they asked that?
Well, that's another thing that I've been meaning to call you about.
I was reading the paper one night and all of a sudden it hit me.
Sir.
Well, I could be wrong.
But I think I know the girl who's doing this.
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237 PM.
We ran the name Bird Hallstead through R&I,
but we got no make on anyone answering his description.
Hallstead told us that he thought we might be looking for a girl.
He identified as Peggy Small.
He told us that the small girl had enrolled in the dramatic school over a year before.
We asked him if he had a picture of her that we could have.
He told us that he thought there was one of the files.
He took us down the hall to the registration office and checked his files.
He located a picture of the girl and handed it to Frank.
Just why do you think this might be the girl we're looking for, Mr. Hallstead?
Well, it's the oddest thing, Officer Peggy.
Oh, that's Miss Small.
Yes, sir.
Well, Peggy came to us about a year ago, as I said.
She came out here to the coast from some little town in Idaho.
I think it was.
I'd have to check her entrance application to be sure, but I think it was Idaho.
Yes, sir.
Well, instantly I knew that this girl had talent, real talent, deep down,
talent, right off the bat she had the feel, would have been a fine character actress.
Why do you say it would have?
She didn't want to work.
Wasn't interested in anything but learning how to be an old woman, sir.
All she was interested in was learning to act like a little old woman.
We have a theory here at Hallstead.
Don't act, live.
She did just that.
Learn to make up problems, dress, walk, everything.
She even used to practice writing like a woman of 60 or so.
I used to see her practicing by the hour.
Do you ever give you any reason for all this?
No.
I asked her once, but she said that this was the way she wanted it.
I thought that she was trying to tell me to keep my nose out of her affairs in a nice way,
so I didn't ask her to game.
Now, we have presentations here, you know, each term the class presents a play
that's been written and produced by the students themselves.
Well, Peggy would always do the oldest female part in them.
Never was interested in anything else.
She had several good offers, but for some reason she did not take them.
What do you mean by that, sir?
Well, one night, a talent scout from one of the majors came out to see our play.
He was quite a major's, oh, the studio.
He was quite impressed with Peggy, offered her a term contract, good money.
She'd have done well, but she just was not interested.
I just can't understand it.
Well, do you know where she is now?
No, sir, I haven't seen Peggy since she left here.
That was about four months ago.
I wonder if you could tell us where she lived when she was enrolled here.
Certainly, I have the address on her enrollment card.
Well, it's fine. We'd like to have the names and addresses of any of her close friends, too, if we could.
I'm certainly glad to help.
Do you think it could be her, Peggy, that the woman you're looking for?
Well, it could be, yes, sir.
Odd.
Now, I got to thinking about it when I read about it in the papers.
Right away made me think of Peggy.
How she used to talk about acting.
How's that, sir?
Well, she used to always say there was only one reason for doing anything, and that was to come out on it.
That was the trouble with most people.
They just didn't know where they wanted to end up.
But she knew where she was going.
Well, maybe she was right.
I beg your pardon.
She's the one we're looking for. We know, too.
312 PM.
We got Peggy's small's address from Mr. Hallstead, and then we went back to the office.
We ran the name through R&I, but there was no record on the girl.
402 PM.
Frank and I drove out to the last known address of the small girl.
It was a boarding house on 92nd Street.
Peggy's small wasn't in, but the land lady told us that she usually didn't get back from work until 7 or 7.30.
We asked if she knew where the girl worked, but she told us that she didn't.
We arranged for a stake out on the house, and at 4.37 PM, we checked back into the office.
Do you want to check the book?
Right.
Anything?
I don't think so.
There's a call from Faye.
I don't know if I'll be home for dinner.
I better give her a call, Joe.
Faye's got a little hack that, mate.
Was that so?
Yeah.
Last three nights, she's waited dinner for me, and I didn't make it.
Hello, honey.
Yeah.
Well, I don't know yet.
Yeah.
Oh, I think so.
I know, I know.
Well, maybe another hour or so, though.
Yeah.
Okay, honey.
Bye.
Well, if I don't make it a night, she's going to scout me.
I get it.
Forgery, Friday.
Yes, ma'am.
What's that address again?
All right.
Yes, ma'am, we'll be right there.
I mean, your dinner's going to have to wait again.
Why?
Drag good store out on main.
Forges there and out.
In the process of the investigation, the police department had alerted the merchants throughout the city
to the method of operation of the woman forger.
Thousands of printed circulars had been distributed, bearing her description.
An artist's conception of the woman had been published in the Daily Papers,
and the drawing had also been broadcast over the local television stations.
The clerk and the store we'd gotten the call from had noticed the similarity
between a woman waiting to catch a check and the description.
From the information we'd gotten on the hot shot, the woman was waiting for an authorization for the check.
When Frank and I got to the store, we met a small elderly woman
and she produced identification in the form of a driver's license,
bearing the name Lillian Hallstead.
Frank and I asked her to go with us to the city hall for questioning.
A police woman was called and the interrogation started.
One look at her and you could see that she was covered with a heavy makeup.
I want you gentlemen to know that I resent the implication you're making.
The idea tried to make me out of this is criminal.
Man, when I'm trying to embarrass you, we just want to get to the truth here.
I'm giving you that. I'm telling you what you want to know.
All right, now let's get it over with.
What's your name?
Lillian Hallstead.
Is this your driver's license?
Yes, it is.
Then the thumb print on it should be yours too, is that right?
I'd imagine so, yes.
Then suppose we go down the hall and take your fingerprints and compare it, huh?
You look here, young man, I know my rights.
You're not dealing with some little school girl this time.
I did the long time and I know just exactly what you can do and what you can't do.
For instance, it can't take my fingerprints unless you want to arrest me for nothing.
If you want to make a fool out of yourself to that extent, then you go by the head and do it.
And mark this well, young man.
I'll sue you for every nickel you own.
I'll let the papers know about this.
They love to know how you treat old women. They just love to know.
You've never been mistreated in any way, man.
No, and I don't intend to be.
There's a man on the way down here, a man that name a Hallstead.
Life's name is Lillian Hallstead. That driver's license we find on your purse,
the one you claim as yours, has registered to his wife.
He's coming down here to tell us that you aren't his wife.
That you stole that license. That you were a student in his dramatic school.
Now, why don't you save us all a lot of trouble here?
Why don't you admit that you're the woman we're looking for?
That you're Peggy Small, you're an old woman.
Come on out about it, Miss Small.
All right, I lose. I guess I should have known.
Mind if I take this wig off, it's kind of warm in here.
We've been kind of waiting for it to run ahead.
It's a good wreck while it lasted.
Crummy drivers license. I was doing all right as long as I used the letters.
They should have been good enough for me. I should have known.
What'd you do with the money?
I got it all every last nickel. I almost had enough, too.
Enough for what?
Leave this lousy town, get out of here, go back east New York.
A couple more pieces of paper, not having made.
Could have left, almost showed them, showed them good.
Man.
Fony town.
Months I pounded on doors, talking to agents, casting directors,
talking to anybody that listened to me, trying to get a job,
trying to get a breaking picture.
None of them would talk to me, but even seen me.
It's a funny town.
Yes, ma'am.
They wanted character women.
Didn't want any young women, character women.
That's what they wanted.
Well, I got to be the best of them.
They didn't want me the way I am.
Didn't want to work any other way, none.
Had your fool, didn't I?
Had the whole town fooled all of them.
It was a funny place.
I was going back east back to New York.
They know town and back there. They recognize it.
They know whether you're real or whether you're just a fony.
They know it there.
Yes, ma'am. We know it here, too.
The story you have just heard was true.
The names were changed to protect the innocent.
On June 19, trial was held in Department 89,
Superior Court of the State of California,
in and for the County of Los Angeles.
In a moment, the results of that trial.
Now, here is our star, Jack Webb.
Thank you, George Venoman.
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Peggy Janice Mall was tried and convicted of forgery 10 counts.
She was sentenced to the California Institution for Women
at Corona, California, for the term prescribed by law.
Forgery is punishable by imprisonment for a period of
from one to 14 years in the state penitentiary.
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.
Technical advisers Captain Jack Danna Ho, Sergeant Marty Wynn,
Sergeant Van Sprecher.
Herd tonight, where Ben Alexander, June Whitley, Jack Krushin,
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I'm going to ask you a question.
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Tonight it's adventure with Barry Craig,
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