Dragnet - Twenty-Two Rifle for Christmas

0:00Meet the Red Bull Dragonberry Emergizer. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so fire? Try them all only at my toes. Ladies and gentlemen, the story we're about to hear is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. You're a detective sergeant. You're assigned to homicide details. A small boy is reported missing from his home. His age is nine years. How play is suspected? Your job is finding. The document is a drama of an actual crime.

1:03For the next 30 minutes, the operation of the Los Angeles Police Department will travel step by step on the side of the law to an actual case, same as the very official police files. From beginning to end, some crime to punishment. Drag net is the story of your police force in action. We're 30 December 22nd. We're cold and washed out. We're working to length watch out homicide divisions. My five-year experience has been a tough, bad, bad, bad, unprotected. My name's Pat. I got the wing in the working. It was 355. You remember I got you on 42. I'm sorry. Hi, Joe. Frank. What's up? Oh, nothing pretty quiet. How's your mother? Oh, I call you still hanging on a bad cough. My kid got the same thing. I'm kind of a virus going around here and maybe so. You got all the report that went to the case yet? Yeah. I don't think I can care. I get it. I'm a firefighter. This is 11 to the UNIT 11-J1. Got something for you.

2:05Yeah, I heard him what's going on. Darnie, I heard him on the Sabbath. He was born in 6-5. He's trying to track down a nine-year-old boy. What's the score? It's getting me sick. He's been in a far play. Yeah, how long has he been going? About two hours. I was like a job for homicide. I was just a kid. I was like seeing a plane in the back out of his hall. Yeah. He checked over the yard. Did you find anything? Fuck, Dave's lunch was never new. Frank and I left the message for Chief of Detective Sad Brown. Then we went over to the crime lab, picked up Ray Pinkers and drove out the Eroio-Cicol-Fuio Way to Hollis Avenue. It was a marriage made early. Number 46-56 was a one-storey green, stuck-o-resonant, situated on the corner of Hollis Avenue in Harrison Drive. Beyond the backyard was a track of undeveloped land, covered with scrubble. Harry Levin threw some Holland Park G even though was waiting for us in front of the house. Practice way, fellas. Seven-way. Seven-way. We'll go my bag. We'll provide you the boy with this. The mother said she went down to some Christmas shopping about 11 this morning, left the boy home. Came back about two weeks after the only was gone.

3:06What's the name? John Stone. His name is Stanley, nine-years-old. The gate open like this when you got here? Yeah, we haven't got the thing. There's things over here. They go on the edge of the walk there. You see? Yeah, I'm the street. It's one of these things. It's like a mind-blowing blood. Try some bends, do you know? Here we are. You wanna have them? What's the kid's mother now, huh? She didn't know how it's done. She can't tell you the English. Yeah, the people next door are the ones on the side. They couldn't tell us anything. Here's the silence. You know it? These spots I covered in bands today in the cunning blues, what the things are. You can't tell you definitely what it's human or animal. You have to like a lot of the rules, too. Yeah. My life's got a seven-ton test. Anyone who's glassed miles in the bag with you? What are these? Mm-hmm. Here you are. Thank you. Play some of these flakes off the test. You know what I'm saying? How soon can you type the blood card tray?

4:06For seven tests on one, one, twenty minutes. Take three, four hours to run a blood grouping though. Huh? That's it. Anything else you want to check? What is this? Yeah, right here under the tin can. Ampoule shell. Twenty-two, huh? Yeah, I might tie in my knob. My button doesn't come in the same blow for you. Sure. There you go. You got to listen to that cast of the boy here. Yeah, do it. You did about half an hour, though. Say it in the description, I guess. Thanks. Mother know about the blood thing. Now we didn't tell her she's waiting up already. Yeah, no idea what might happen to her boy. No more than we do. Check all the friends and all those who are calling the neighborhood no trace so far. Not much to go on. Bloodstain, sempecockridge, could mean a lot of things. Any ideas for it? Just one of them, I don't like it. 4.30pm, 30th December 22nd. The neighborhood search for nine-year-old family John Stone continued.

5:06Late thinker went back to the crime lab to start to precipitant test in the blood grouping. 11th sending his partner, Dorothy, from Highland, Juvenile, stood by. We call chiefity-check his bad brown, and he ordered up a special detail to aid in the search for the missing boy. Frank and I questioned the boy's mother, Mrs. Ruth John Stone, a woman in the early 40s. She seemed fairly calm under the circumstances. Who John Stone is your boy's family and the habit of wandering off without telling you where he's going? You know, he's not an unhappered of wandering off, but he has done it before. I'm a glorious son of a John Stone. You don't have me, children, do you, Sergeant Friday? No, I always come that time in every young boy's life when he feels at his time when he's home, go out on his own, usually happen somewhere around 8 to 10. Yes, ma'am, I know what's in me. I'm a boy. You don't even know how it is. My husband and I, schooler, is dead, and he went out to school, and he was quite proud about it. But George and I were in school, and packed a few of the things in there. How long was he gone there? About two hours. I was worried about him, but my husband said, don't eat him alone, so everybody had to go through that stage.

6:07Well, I know you think he's going away from home again this time, do you? Yes, I think so. He's been gone about four hours now. No, I have a funny feeling about it. Did you and his father have to have some of this understanding with the boy we should have? Let's just eat, we haven't. I don't mind telling you how that we're talking about it, I'm getting worried. Any place around that you may like to visit a hobby shop or a playground, something like that where you might be? There's a lot of stuff that I haven't heard, but I've already called there, and you haven't seen how it is. I've called all of its friends, and they have no idea it needed. We like a list of all of its friends in the places that he was going to frequent, man. That's all right, I don't give it to you. Did Mr. Coliseum do this? Why is he always been nervous and don't talk? That's work. George works for the city, Mr. Farrahman. Uh-huh. What house is he stationed at? He's in his company, 12. He's working at eight, literally, the home to my morning. I haven't told him that's gone. Well, is there any chance that the boy might be down to five after this fall? No, he's telling me that was down there and he's here. No, I don't think he's there. I'm not very worried. Mayor Coliseum. What's right when you go out of here?

7:14No, George will be worried. Damn, he's been gone too long. Hello, Mayor, I think it's George John Stone. This is Mrs. John Stone. Thank you. I hate to call George his work. Yes, sir. But you haven't even been there, man? Yes, he does. But Callabra, what do you know? The 45 automatic is gotta be on George. Well, this is Ruth. George is standing down there with you by any chance. Oh, no, I can't find him anywhere. He wasn't there when I came home from doing my shopping. There are two policemen here. No, I said there are two policemen here. No, but you're all called you if we don't find him soon. Oh, all right. Yes, you too. Bye. I didn't think he'd be with George. Oh, that's 45. That thing only got him in the house, huh? Yeah. Why are you asking about guns? If anything happened, you're not telling me about it. Your man has a 13-second. We'll have to take a look at that 45 if you don't mind.

8:15No, that should tell you we don't have another gun in the house. But it's all wrapped up. You're about to fit down your Christmas bed. Why would you look at it for you? Yes, but you have gun wrappers. On face, though. I've been got convicted. You had a high record, let me see. Well, he's the case that was wrapped in. Founding rectiform is a scorn. You see? He's a gift card in the box with uncanny and rifle. Uh-huh, I was at the box, man. Thank you. How about a gel? 22 caliber. 30 December 22nd, 5.15 p.m. We're getting dark. The search for the missing boy continues. We check the list of Stanley Johnstone's friends. Not as they're more their parents had any idea they were about. We talk with Levinson again. He's been in touch with the detail, combing the neighborhood.

9:15They'd find nothing. We went out of Hollip Avenue in Tent Street. We got a service station on the corner. Do you want a blind job? No, I got one. We'll watch the people. Yeah. You know? I'm just 67, please. Can you keep standing? Can you mind me? I'll take it. I'll take it. Go Friday. Yeah, Joe. Any time of chance, I'm getting. No, not yet. How are you coming? I'm 70 times a human blood. We're not a blood group now. You know what types of chance don't lie in? Well, you want to say as much as I thought I would in the last thing, in the neighborhood. Check the family position and where you want to start. Yeah, we'll figure it out then. The bus is cold. What's the matter?

10:15The lights are bound out here. They'll check you later. Thank you. Right, thank you. Go, go, go, go. Jenny? Happy tonight. Please get checked with Ray Finger. Yeah, I know. Human blood. What do you think? We talked for the boy's mother, Mrs. John's, Joe's son, the gentleman, think, yep. Call of her is the same as the Ampication Revence, the son of 22. You should have begun with this, Nick. Yeah, the job's always going to go to the boy's, the Christmas present. I had a kid in the middle of the car now. Any idea on the ticket? Well, over a while, get up the Christmas letter behind. I can't believe you were the kid. 22, actually. 9-year-old boy. One of the young ones. Both his car bodies can't enter the fourth of July. The city should order him after ordinance. But a few thousand kids around the country had to lose their eyes, fingers hands, full of parents that give it to a full cooperation out of loans. I know what to mean. Sure you do. You want every other cop in the country? They can't make every time a client's down on them. That was the same story. This time it's going to be a Christmas party. I know what you're saying.

11:15People will assure you. Listen, Friday, there's a city ordinance against giving a gun to a kid. Now you know that. Yeah, I know that. There's a missing boy, a missing gun. There's a lot on the ground, and an empty shell. That's enough for me. I'm going to say what I'm saying. So, I've got a break. Yeah. I hope it's not the house of that kid's town. I do. Have a look at the place, Friday. Yeah, what do you got here? It's not only gunna do 22 rights, but I'd say it's in five recently. When you sign in 11, back up there in that scrub well behind the John Stone house. This is John Stone identified. It's about to put it down the crime lab. Thanks, Harry. This John Stone is okay. What are you sick now? Killabey came up with something else. We sent. There's another one missing. An eight-year-old boy. 6.30 p.m. We talked with Officer Killabey about the other missing boy. He told us that his home was Stephen Martin, eight-year-old. His family had just moved into the neighborhood. It seemed that no one besides the Martin family knew that the boys played together. Mrs. Martin told us that Stephen told her that he was going out to play and be home by six o'clock for dinner. She told us that he was an unusually prompt boy,

12:15almost never overstated play time. We got a description of the Martin boy and put out a missing blood test. We call the John Stone family doctor. She told us the family's blood was typoled. At 7 p.m., we talked again with Mrs. John Martin. Are you saying Mrs. Johnson doesn't know whether boy is dead? Yes, no idea. Mrs. Martin. Oh, Mrs. Terrible. It's awful. I feel it's more to this thing. Something you're not telling me. There's only sub-sections that we know a few more things for sure, man. And you're hurting something there. Well, please try not to worry about Mrs. Martin. There's certain questions we have to ask. There's no question in any kind of investigation. Is there anything else you want to know? Yes, ma'am. What's your boy's blood type? I'm a question. You think anything's happening to him? Have you found him and you're not telling me? No, ma'am. We haven't found him. And we don't think anything's happened to him. He's broke up, huh? Yes, ma'am. Well, I think I have it written down in the city of these baby books. Yes, your theory is.

13:15The card is all yours. I'll go, thank you. What if I give you your phone? Oh, yes, of course, I'll take it home. You're right back, thank you. Yes. Here you are. 267, please. 2667. Great one, I think. My way, it's Friday. Yeah, did you get the blood type over too, Missing Boy? Yeah, both type, oh. No one stays, Joe. Type, oh. You are listening to Dragnet, the authentic story of your police force in action. The modern way to sell cigarettes is the Chesterfield way, both regular and king size,

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15:16They could tell us nothing more than we already knew. We still have not informed either of the families about the blood stains and the empty congregation which had been discovered in the backyard of the Johnstone home. It was more than possible if they had a right to know about our findings. But Frank and I saw that there was no cause to add to their distress at this particular time. With the two missing boys who found alive and well, then the blood stains and the congregation would be of no concern to the release panel. At 8.40 p.m., Frank and I left the Johnstone house and went to the home of Mr. and Mrs. John Martin. Mrs. Martin, your son has been worked for the market. Yes, you told about 15 minutes ago and told him he was closing up right away to be there in a minute. I do wish that he would call or come home. He would call up tonight. All he had on was a fan-coughton jacket. The kind of story we do in the end again will be on. That he saw the fact that the fence didn't end. The voice was so close. I know he's terribly upset. Yes, ma'am. Now you sure there's no place you might have forgotten. Some place for the boy might be. No, no place.

16:18No, I think he's in the back of the boy with his two John. Mrs. Martin. Yes, I'm still on, Genneth. Thank you. Jill, get ready. Job's on case and found. He told, sir, since he's come home, that God is all right. You want to be there, don't you, sir? No, no, nobody. His father and the baby are acting strange, I never seen him once again. I didn't mean that, Mr. John. He just came to come to one side. Hello, ma'am. And he sat down and he sure he was there to the floor. He talked to his father, I mean. You mind if I talk to him? No, go ahead. I asked you about the little Martin boy. He wouldn't tell me anything. I wouldn't know. Right over there, in the living room. Oh, no. Looks all right. Yeah. Son. Son, this is a police officer. You want to talk to him?

17:19No, no, no. Son, this is a police officer. He wants to talk to you. But you can't go to the baby area. You want to ask you some questions. Son. You see, Sergeant? Yes, ma'am. Stanley? Come on, boy. Look at me. Come on, you have to get your head up. Uh-huh, that's better. You have your mother put her word, you know that? You want to tell her where you been? So we should try to get her into eating a little something. Do you hear that, son? What's up, Nate? Stanley is not a little boy. If you ever come home, you know where he is? His father is not that worried about him, too. Just like your folks were. He's got to help us find him, son. I told him. I told him. What's the point, too? We're all in trouble, but I told him. No, you know, you're telling me. He's only hurt, not him. Oh, he's dead. I'm really dead.

18:19The gun and all. We forgot him to go up to there. What is he, Stanley? I didn't. I was scared. I didn't want anybody to find him. What did you hide him, son? He's gonna kill you, but I'm just. I didn't need it. He went my style. Do you want to show us where Stanley? Yes, he is. I'll show you. Please don't tell me to get up. 9.50 PM, 30 December 22nd. Nine-year-old Stanley John Stone led the way up the hill behind the backyard of his home. He showed us the wagon. He moved the body in. His father came along with us. About 50 feet from the crest of the hill, the boy pointed to a second of screvo. But there we found a small king. He's holding the body of Steven Martin. Through the finger bullet wound and his chest, just below his heart. He was dead. We covered the body. Stanley, how did that happen?

19:20I mean, the folks that didn't give me a big surprise. I knew that, like my god. They were just boxed a boat, shook it. When the plane was gonna scream some? Not yet. Not yet, how good it is. It seems to me that I was chasing you. You took it up, didn't they? You saw it. The guy was looking at me. Now, why do you think you killed him? I'm telling you for truth, here. You can't, but you. I'm a stupid treat. All right, I believe you, Stanley. Why do you think you killed him? My god. He's getting lousy and good at it. I said, I'm a bit of Christmas. They're my thoughts. We'll be done all this time. We'll be done in the same. In the same. What were you doing in this, sir? I was trying. Yes. Yes. Any dreams and darkness will disappear, isn't it? Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! After a thorough investigation, Frank and I were convinced

20:23that the shooting of Stephen Martin was actual battle. Ray Pinkers finding substantiated the job-going boy story, even to the small detail. We get in a call to the coroner's office and acquainted him with a fact. He designated a local mortuary to handle a body pending autopsy and ran into the dispensation to remove the body to the Martin home. Mrs. Martin collapsed. The family doctor was called. Frank and I sat in the living room to wait for John Martin, with that boy's father. Hey, Dad. Hey, Dad. Mr. Martin. Yes. You're the police? Yes, sir. Where are you, sir? Where's my wife? Has my boy come home? Well, have you found him? Yes, sir. Well, is he? Stephen? Stephen? Stephen? Where's Steve?

21:26He's hurt, isn't he? Yes, sir. Well, is he I want to see him? He's hurt pretty bad, isn't he? Well, is he I want to see him? How bad? Pretty bad. He's dead. All right, if I go in, I'll just be one of them. Will you go with me? Yes, sir. I'll get him again in a moment. I'll get him back. And I'll see him. I'll go.

22:26I'll go. I'll go. I'll go. I'll go. I'll go. You got a nice thing to Christmas. Christmas, and then you wanted it. Because it's a train you'd call for the train. You want me to fix that? You really want some? Because it's a picture of it. No, no, it's so sad. Oh, you're so mad. Stop this, let her go. Get to it. Oh, no, no. Oh, no. Oh, you're scared. I can't go on this. Oh, I'll go on this. I can't go on this. I'll go. Oh, no, no.

23:31Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. What happened? It was Maxden. He was playing with a Johnstone boy up the street. Playing with a gun, and what off? Look, what would we have to force him? Family, Johnstone. It was Maxden. So, Michael, where are you going? Great way to see that boy. We had no idea what the dead boy's father had in mind. We didn't feel that we could try to restrain him. We went along with him up the street to the Johnstone Hall. I'm Steve's father. Where's your boy? I'm sorry. Where's your boy? It's right here. We won't you come here.

24:32I'm sorry, Miss Carpenter. You, the boy that was with Steve, he's... What's his name? What's your name? Dan. And I miss him, aren't you? I know it wasn't your fault, Dan. I won't. I won't go if you'd do something for me. Yes, sir. I've got a lot of nice presents for Steve. I know it won't you to have them. I want to give them to you. Christmas Eve. Mom, I think I'd be a fine idea soon. Come on, Frank. Well?

25:33What's it all proved, young? You don't give a kid a gun for Christmas. The story you've just heard was true. The names were changed to protect the elephant. On December 24th, the coroner's inquest was held in the county morgue, county of Los Angeles, state of California. In a moment, the results of that inquest. At the coroner's inquest, it was officially recorded that Steve and Martin's death was the result of an accident. Stanley John Stone was absolved of any legal responsibility for his friend's death. You have just heard Dragnet, a series of authentic cases from official files.

26:35Technical advice comes from the officer chief of police WH Parker, law-fantilist police department. Technical advisors Captain Jack Dunnoho, Sergeant Marty Wynn, Sergeant Ben Sprechert. Very tonight, we're Ben Alexander, William John Stone, Fanny Art. Script by Jim Mosley, music by Walter Schumann. Hellgipney speaking.