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Dragnet - Episode No. 1

Dragnet

Episode No. 1

Jun 03 1949




CAST:

SIGNATURE VOICE

ANNOUNCER


SGT. JOE FRIDAY

SGT. BEN ROMERO

CHIEF ED BACKSTRAND

VOICE (1 line)

FERGUSON, the victim

SLOCUM

WAINWRIGHT, the florist

MARGARET, the policewoman

BANTAM CAMPBELL

WAITER





SIG. VOICE: (IN CLOSE...QUIET) Ladies and gentlemen...the story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.


TYMPANY: TWO SOLID BEATS


ANNCR: DRAGNET!


MUSIC: TWO SLAMS ECHOING "DRAGNET" INTO THEME UNDER FOR


ANNCR: For the next thirty minutes, you will travel with the law enforcement agency of a metropolitan area. In cooperation with the Los Angeles Police Department, these are documented cases of actual crimes...investigated and solved by the men who unrelentingly guard your city's security, and your life. This, then....is the story of your police officer.


SIG. VOICE: DRAGNET!


MUSIC: TWO SLAMS ECHOING "DRAGNET" INTO GLISS INTO STORY UNDER FOR


JOE: My identification card reads: Badge Number 54, Assigned to Detective Division, Central Division, Blood Type O. My name's Joe Friday, and I'm a sergeant. Base pay - 382 a month, and I never heard of time and a half. In compliance with a departmental directive, we work in pairs. My partner's name is Sergeant Ben Romero. Ben's married, has a six year old boy. I'm still single. Ben and I work for "The Skipper", - Ed Backstrand - Chief of Detectives. There is one thing down here at Central Division that'll get you on the move -- that's Ed Backstrand's voice.


SOUND: DOOR OPENS OFF


ED: (SLIGHTLY OFF) Friday..Romero. Got a minute?


BEN: Sure, Skipper. C'mon, Joe.


SOUND: STEPS INTO ROOM..DOOR CLOSE


ED: Sit down.


SOUND: CHAIR SQUEAK


JOE: Got something for us, Ed?


ED: Yeah - I've got something for you. Slocum's in town.


BEN: Slocum! George Slocum?


ED: That's right.


JOE: Why Ed..the last we heard of Slocum he was facing a murder charge in Kansas City.


ED: He beat the rap.


BEN: How?


ED: It was a jury trial, Friday. They thought they had an airtight case.


BEN: Looks like Slocum had an airtight lawyer.


ED: Yeah. Anyway, he's in town now Friday - you and Romero here know Slocum as well as I do. You know he's the toughest and the lowest kind of thief there is.


BEN: No argument there, Ed.


ED: He's big-time and petty larceny both. He'll rob a bank or a pay-phone. And he'd just as soon shoot his way out of the phone-booth as would the bank.


JOE: Is there any line on who he's been running with since he came to town?


ED: No. But sooner or later he's going to pull something. I want Slocum, but I want him good.


BEN: We had him on robbery and kidnapping once before, didn't we, Ed?


ED: Yeah - that's what I mean, Romero. He got off then too. So I don't have to tell you how slippery he is. And how smart. Okay. This time, if and when you arrest him be sure you've got a case against him that nothing can blow over.


JOE: Yeah.


ED: Starting right now..every case you go out on, I want you to keep Slocum in the back of your mind. From now on he's your baby.


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER


JOE: Some baby. George Slocum..age, forty-two. Six feet even, about a hundred and ninety pounds. Dull brown eyes, sandy hair. A streak of darker hair over his right ear..and a streak of killer and thief right through him..The next three days were routine. A liquor store holdup..a couple of gas stations. But no matter how small the job was, Ben and I kept Slocum in the back of our minds, like Chief Backstrand had told us to. We kept trying to tie in Slocum, but he wouldn't tie. Then, on the morning of the fourth day came the only thing that gets more attention at central division than Backstrand's voice..a hot shot. That's an emergency alarm system that means somebody wants a policeman in a hurry.


SOUND: HOT SHOT BELL


BEN: That's a hot shot, Joe!


JOE: I got it.


SOUND: RECEIVER UP


VOICE: (FILTER) At Beverly and Vermont..a pay-roll holdup. At Beverly and Vermont...a pay-roll holdup.


SOUND: RECEIVER DOWN


BEN: What is it?


JOE: Pay-roll job..Beverly and Vermont.. Okay, Ben..that's one to roll on. 


BEN: Let's go.


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER


JOE: Six minutes later we arrived at Beverly and Vermont. Two officers and a radio car were already on the scene. The officers were talking to the victim, a man named Ferguson.


SOUND: LIGHT TRAFFIC B.G...CAR IDLING..CAR DOOR OPENS


BEN: Mr. Ferguson..you wanta just get in our car a minute...we can talk here.


JOE: We're from the Detective Division.


FERGUSON: (SLIGHTLY OFF) All right.


SOUND: CLIMBS IN..DOOR SHUTS..KILL ENGINE..FADE OUT TRAFFIC..BG.


BEN: We'd like you to tell us just what happened.


FERGUSON: Yes..I...you'll have to pardon me. I'm still a little shaky.


JOE: I can understand that. Here..have a cigarette.


FERGUSON: Thanks..I could use one.


SOUND: MATCH


FERGUSON: (EXHALES)


JOE: Now. Try to remember what took place.


FERGUSON: Well..my partner and I have a manufacturing company down in the next block.


BEN: You usually come to the bank for the payroll money yourself?


FERGUSON: Yes. On the first and fifteenth. We pay in cash.


JOE: I see. Now how about this morning?


FERGUSON: I started out for the bank as usual. I always try to arrive just after it opens. I went into the bank and withdrew the payroll money..about eight thousand dollars. I put it in a paper


SOUND: RUSTLE OF PAPER SACK


sack as usual..then I went outside and started back along the sidewalk toward the plant.


SOUND: ANTICIPATE LIGHT TRAFFIC B.G...STEPS ON SIDEWALK UNDER:


FERGUSON: About halfway between the bank and the plant there's a vacant store. Just as I got to it..a hand suddenly shot out and pulled me into the doorway.


SOUND: BRIEF STRUGGLE UNDER:


SLOCUM: This is a heist, mister. Keep your mouth shut or I'll drill you.


FERGUSON: I could feel a gun pressing into my side. Just then a car slid silently to a stop right in front of the doorway..sort of screened us from the street.


SLOCUM: All right..hand over that paper sack. Come on..let's have it!


SOUND: PAPER SACK RUSTLES


FERGUSON: He grabbed it out of my hand and stuffed it in his pocket. The driver of the car opened the door.


SOUND: CAR DOOR OPENS OFF


And the man who was holding the gun on me took hold of my arm.


SLOCUM: Come on...get in the car. Start moving!


SOUND: SLOW DOUBLE STEPS UNDER:


FERGUSON: Suddenly I had the feeling that if I did get in the car, they were going to kill me. I don't know how I knew, but I did. So...just as I got to the car door, I - broke away from the man who was holding me...and ran down the sidewalk!


SOUND: RUNNING STEPS ON SIDEWALK...CAR DOOR SLAMS SHUT...CAR DIGS AWAY FAST AND FADES UNDER:


FERGUSON: (WITHOUT PAUSE) The man jumped in the car, and they pulled away fast in the other direction, so I stopped running.


SOUND: STEPS OUT...CAR FADE


FERGUSON: The car turned into an alley half way down the street, and disappeared. I called the police, and..well, that's just about it.


JOE: Hm... Mr. Ferguson..can you describe these two men for us?


FERGUSON: Not very well, I'm afraid. I didn't get a very good look at the man who was holding the gun on me.


BEN: How about the one who was driving the car?


FERGUSON: Well... I did notice something about him. As he opened the door for me to get in, I noticed he was small. Very small...looked almost like a jockey.


BEN: Not much more'n five feet tall, maybe?


FERGUSON: That's the way he looked to me.


BEN: How about the car itself? 


FERGUSON: It was a grey Nash..a new one. Didn't even have license plates...had one of those stickers on the windshield.


JOE: Let's get back to this guy with the gun again. You think you might recognize him if you saw him?


FERGUSON: I think so.


BEN: Joe, you may be thinking the same thing I am.


JOE: Whoever pulled this job was pretty thorough. They'd cased Mr. Ferguson a long time...the split-second timing shows that. And, it takes a lot of nerve to pull something like this in broad daylight. Put those two things together and they could add up to Slocum.


BEN: That's just about the way I'd been figuring.


JOE: You got those pictures with you, Ben?


BEN: Yeah. Here they are.


JOE: Okay. Mr. Ferguson, take a look at these pictures.


FERGUSON: All right.


JOE: Do you recognize any of these men as the one who held you up?


FERGUSON: (PAUSE) No. I don't recognize any of them at all.


MUSIC: BRIDGE


JOE: I don't know, Ed...looks like a blind alley. This job has Slocum written all over it.....Ferguson looked at the picture, but he couldn't identify Slocum.


ED: Hm. Incidentally, Ferguson just phoned in.


JOE: Oh?


ED: He wanted to correct the amount of money in that paper sack.


BEN: He told us eight thousand.


ED: No....it was closer to ten thousand. He said that when he talked to you, he'd forgotten he'd cashed some checks for about two thousand this morning, and had that money in the paper sack too.


JOE: Well, eight or ten, we still haven't got much in the way of leads.


BEN: You know...this little fellow who was driving the get-away car...he kinda interests me. Wasn't there someone like that who used to drive get-away cars pretty regularly? Campbell...They called him Bantam, didn't they?


ED: Yeah. Bantam Campbell.


JOE: I thought of Campbell....but our records show he was sent up about three years ago.


ED: He's not there now, Friday. I checked with the parole board. Last year, he was paroled and deported to Canada.


BEN: Hm. If he was deported, maybe he decided to import himself again. He might be around somewhere.


ED: Maybe. It's a pretty slim lead... but it's better than nothing. Go to work on it.


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER


JOE: Yeah, it was a slim lead all right. All we were going on was the fact that Ferguson said the driver was a short man and we knew Bantam Campbell was short too. Real short...about the length of our case so far. We pulled the package on Campbell out of the files, and started checking through his records until we came to the mamma sheet. That's a report which lists the criminal's friends and the places he's been known to frequent. Naturally we looked for Slocum's name on that list, and naturally we didn't find it. But we did find Campbell's wife's address. It was a house on Sixth Avenue, four doors from the corner. Next door was a little coffee shop, and there was a florist shop on the corner. We tried the florist.


WAIN: Good morning. What can I do for you gentlemen?


JOE: I'm Sergeant Friday..this is Sergeant Romero. Police department. We'd like a little information.


WAIN: You name it, Sergeant.


JOE: There's a Mrs. Campbell who lives four houses down. You know her?


WAIN: Slightly. She sorta keeps to herself most of the time. I think she's a waitress in a restaurant... I see her drive off pretty early every morning.


BEN: How about her brother?


WAIN: Why..he went to prison several years ago.


BEN: You haven't seen him around lately?


WAIN: (SHAKES HIS HEAD) Huhuh. (NO)


JOE: How'd you like to have an assistant here in your florist shop?


WAIN: Couldn't afford one.


JOE: We want to keep an eye on this neighborhood for a few days. I admit I don't know much about flowers, but I think I can make out. And of course it won't cost you anything. How about it?


WAIN: What can I lose? Okay. You've got yourself a job.


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER


JOE: So for the next four days I made a try at selling flowers. Ben was staked out in the car down the street a way, keeping an eye on Mrs. Campbell's house. I was picking up what neighborhood gossip I could in the florist shop. There was no sign of Campbell...and it was beginning to look like another blind alley. Then on the fifth morning I had a customer.


SOUND: DOOR OPENS: BELL JINGLES...STEPS INTO SHOP...DOOR CLOSE


JOE: Hi Ben.


BEN: I know...I'll have some bluebonnets.


JOE: What're bluebonnets?


BEN: Why Joe...don't tell me you've never heard of bluebonnets? And here I thought you were a civilized man. That's the state flower of Texas. Why there's even a song about them....let's see if I can remember how it goes....


JOE: All right, all right...


BEN: Okay, Joe...I think you can retire from the flower business.. I just spotted Campbell going into his sisters [wife's] house.


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER


JOE: Now that we knew Campbell was in town, I quit the job in the Flower shop, so as not to involve the florist any more than necessary. Of course we still had nothing at all to tie Campbell in on the payroll holdup, but he was beginning to look more like a possible suspect. We knew he'd violated his parole to come back. That made him hot...and he probably needed money. If he got any, was it part of the Ferguson payroll? That's what we had to try and find out. Which meant that somehow we had to get to Campbell -- without him knowing who we were. That night, I took a plain-clothes policewoman with me, and we drove over to Campbell's house. Detective Division cars have nothing on the outside to identify them as Police cars. We parked in front of Campbell's and sat there a couple of hours.


MARGARET: This is a great way to spend an evening.


JOE: Yeah.


MARGARET: (GUARDED) Joe. Campbell's looking out his front window.


JOE: Wait a minute. He's coming outside.


MARGARET: Getting a little curious, isn't he?


JOE: That's what we want...I'm going to put my arm around you.


MARGARET: (DRYLY) Line of duty, I suppose.


SOUND: STEPS FADE IN ON SIDEWALK


JOE: Yeah sure...(LOW) He's heading for us now...Here...Gimme a kiss....


MARGARET: (PAUSE....LOW) That's not in the Police manual.....


JOE: (LOW) Line of duty. Hang on....(RAISES VOICE) You got a cigarette, honey?


MARGARET: Umhm. Here.


JOE: How about a match?


MARGARET: No...I think I'm fresh out...


JOE: ...Oh, wait a minute. Maybe that guy on the sidewalk has one. Hey, mister....you got a light?


CAMPBELL: (SLIGHTLY OFF) What? Oh..yeah. Here's a match.


JOE: (REACHING) Thanks.


SOUND: MATCH


MARGARET: It's getting pretty late, honey...it's after one.


JOE: (EXHALES) Yeah....I guess I'd better take you home.


SOUND: STARTS CAR


JOE: Thank[s] for the light, mister.


CAMPBELL: Okay.


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER 


JOE: That was step number one. Step number two came the next morning. At about ten-thirty, we saw Campbell come out of the house and go into the coffee shop next door. A few minutes later, I followed, and slid on the stool next to Campbell.


SOUND: DOOR CLOSE....STEPS TO COUNTER....STOOL SCRAPES


JOE: Waiter?


WAITER: What'll it be, mister?


JOE: Coffee.


WAITER: Cream?


JOE: No.


SOUND: POURS INTO CUP....SETS CUP ON COUNTER


WAITER: Here you are.


JOE: Thanks. (TO CAMPBELL) Would you pass the sugar, please?


CAMPBELL: Yeah.


SOUND: SLIDES SUGAR CONTAINER ALONG COUNTER


JOE: Thanks. (PAUSE) Say, didn't I see you last night?


CAMPBELL: Huh?


JOE: I asked you for a light, remember?


CAMPBELL: Oh...yeah. You were the guy in the parked car.


JOE: That's right. Boy...I was hoping I'd run into you again.


CAMPBELL: (GUARDED) Why?


JOE: Well...I did a pretty stupid thing, bringing my girl around this neighborhood. You see, I live around here, and if my wife ever found out that I was....


CAMPBELL: Oh...(WITH A SMILE) Yeah, I see what you mean.


SOUND: DOOR OPENS.....CLOSES....STEPS TO COUNTER UNDER:


CAMPBELL: Taking kind of a chance, weren't you?


JOE: I guess I'd been drinking kinda heavy and I wasn't thinking.


BEN: (SLIGHTLY OFF) That coffee smells pretty good....how about a cup.


WAITER: (SLIGHTLY OFF) Cream?


BEN: Yes please....Pass the sugar will you fella?


JOE: Hm? Oh....yeah, here.


SOUND: SLIDES SUGAR


JOE: (TO CAMPBELL) Like I was telling you, I wanted to tip you if you ever happened to run into my wife and me around, not to say anything about last night.


CAMPBELL: Don't worry about that...I'm not the talkative kind.


JOE: Glad to hear it...Say, I just remembered I gotta make a phone call. You have two nickels for a dime?


CAMPBELL: I don't think so....but I've got one nickel.. Here.


JOE: Thanks. I'll pay you back.


SOUND: STOOL SQUEAK....FEW STEPS....RECEIVER UP....NICKEL IN SLOT.... DIALS NUMBER UNDER


BEN: (SLIGHTLY OFF) You finished with that paper, friend?


CAMPBELL: (SLIGHTLY OFF) Yeah. Help yourself.


BEN: (SLIGHTLY OFF) Thanks.


SOUND: PHONE RINGS ON FILTER....RECEIVER CLICK


ED: (FILTER) Backstrand speaking.


JOE: This is Joe, Ed.


ED: Yeah?


JOE: Say, I met that friend I was telling you about.


ED: Campbell? Are you with Campbell now?


JOE: Yeah....He said that horse in the third race looks pretty good.


ED: Have you seen any sign of Slocum around?


JOE: No. Nothing at all. I tell you...I wasn't planning on coming to work today, but if I get another tip, I'll call you.


ED: Okay. Stay with Campbell, he's got to finger Slocum.


JOE: Yeah. So long.


SOUND: HANGS UP...STEPS BACK TO STOOL


CAMPBELL: Say...what horse is that anyway?


JOE: Huh?


CAMPBELL: Didn't you just give somebody a tip on a horse?


JOE: Oh...uh...yeah. But...


CAMPBELL: Which one? How about letting me in on it?


JOE: Well...uh...got a paper?


BEN: Here it is.


JOE: Oh...yeah.


SOUND: RUSTLE OF PAPER UNDER


JOE: Here we are...third race... It's ....this one.


CAMPBELL: Grey Skies?


JOE: Yeah. Grey Skies. That's the one.


CAMPBELL: Are you kidding? That nag was scratched.


JOE: Well....all I know is what my friend told me.


CAMPBELL: (GETS UP) Well, your friend better can his money on that one. See you around.


SOUND: STEPS TO DOOR UNDER


JOE: Yeah...So long.


SOUND: DOOR OPENS....CLOSES OFF


BEN: (AFTER PAUSE) Well, handicapper....you really know your horses don't you?


JOE: Yeah....I'm going back to the car.


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER


JOE: Well, once in a while you get a break, and that could have been it. But regardless, Campbell started getting real friendly with me now...I guess he figured I could give him some real tips.. He bought my coffee that day, the next day I bought his. And the day after that, Ben bought coffee for both of us. Pretty soon we were old buddies. The trick was to keep Campbell from connecting Ben and I. We'd arrive at the coffee shop at different times, and leave at different times, and in between, we'd take turns watching his house. We kept it up for a week, but we got nowhere.


BEN: Skipper, in all the time we been watching Campbell, he hasn't made a single contact of any kind.


ED: He stays in the house most of the time?


JOE: Yeah. His wife leaves for work a little after seven in the morning. About ten-thirty, Campbell goes next door for coffee. Then he goes back into the house and stays there the rest of the day.


ED: What time do you boys usually leave at night?


BEN: About two a.m.


ED: (GRUNTS) Nice hours.


JOE: You got any new information for us, Ed?


ED: A little. We found the get-away car that was used in the pay-roll job. It was a stolen car, and they abandoned it. But it was clean...no fingerprints anywhere.


JOE: Another dead end. Where's Slocum hanging out now?


ED: He's dropped out of sight.


JOE: (PAUSE...THEN WITH SIGH) Skipper....Ben and I aren't getting anywhere on this case. We thought Slocum might be in on it, from the way the job was pulled. But Ferguson couldn't identify Slocum from his picture.


BEN: Ferguson said the driver was a little guy, so we figured it could be Campbell. But we can't tie Campbell in on the job..and we can't tie him in with Slocum.


JOE: So I thought we'd go over the case again from the beginning and see if we'd overlooked anything...cause it looks like we're fresh out of leads right now.


ED: You're not fresh out of leads...you're working on one now. Bantam Campbell. Maybe it'll pan out...maybe it won't. But there's only way to find out. Do just what you've been doing for the last week. Keep an eye on Campbell - and wait.


MUSIC: BRIDGE


BEN: (YAWNS) You know, Joe, sitting in this car at seven in the morning is not what I call fun. These long hours are killing me.


JOE: Why don't you put in for overtime?


BEN: Very funny....(YAWNS) Well, there's Mrs. Campbell backing out of the driveway...right on time.


JOE: Yeah, she...hey, she stopped the car.


BEN: Joe, look. Campbell came outside...he's getting in behind the wheel.


JOE: Yeah...looks like he's in a hurry.


SOUND: STARTS CAR UNDER


JOE: We'll let them get down the street a little before we start tailing them.


BEN: Look at him dig out.


JOE: Yeah.


SOUND: CAR PULLS AWAY FROM CURB


BEN: Joe...He turned right.


SOUND: INCREASE SPEED UNDER


JOE: Watch it now, Ben. He might be trying to see if he's being tailed.


BEN: Yeah.


JOE: We can't afford to lose him now. The way he's acting he may be trying to skip town.


SOUND: CAR TURNS CORNER


BEN: There's his car.. over at the curb.


JOE: Yeah. Campbell in it?


BEN: No...but his wife still is.


JOE: He's trying to shake us all right. Probably ducked into one of those stores and out the back.


BEN: You think maybe he's spotted us?


JOE: I dunno...Here. We'll pull into the back of this gas station.


SOUND: CAR PULLS INTO STATION AND SLOWS TO STOP...IDLING


JOE: Can you see his car from here?


BEN: Yeah. Mrs. Campbell's behind the wheel now. She's starting up.


JOE: Okay...maybe she's going to double back and pick him up in the next block. We'll give her a little lead and then tag along.


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER


JOE: The hunch was right. Mrs. Campbell picked up Bantam on the next street...then they drove to the store where she worked. Once he dropped her off, he kept to the side streets and stepped on the gas.


SOUND: CAR ENGINE


BEN: He's sure heading out of town, Joe. Looks like he's gotten cold feet.


JOE: Well, I guess we'd better take him now.


SOUND: CAR SPEEDS UP..FADE IN OTHER ENGINE AS THEY PULL UP ALONGSIDE


JOE: (CUE) (PROJECTING) Hey. Pull over.


CAMPBELL: (OFF) Huh?


JOE: Pull over to the curb.


SOUND: CARS SCREECH TO STOP UNDER


BEN: I guess this is the end of a beautiful friendship, Joe.


JOE: Yeah. Come on.


SOUND: CAR DOORS OPEN..THEY GET OUT..QUICK STEPS..OUT.


CAMPBELL: Oh..it's you guys. What's the big idea..what're you doing around here?


JOE: Come on...we're taking you in.


CAMPBELL: You're what?


JOE: I'm Sergeant Friday..this is Sergeant Romero...Police.


CAMPBELL: Look...who you trying to kid? We been having coffee every morning together...don't give me this police stuff!


JOE: Here's my identification card.....that convince you?


CAMPBELL: (PAUSE) What do you want with me?


JOE: I told you we're taking you in.


CAMPBELL: Why? I haven't done anything!


BEN: Then I'm sure you won't mind coming along with us. Get in the car.


MUSIC: BRIDGE


CAMPBELL: (ALMOST SCREAMING) I tell you you had no right to bring me down here! You got nothing on me! Nothing! A fine thing when a citizen gets hauled to jail like a....!


BEN: (CUTS IN) Now just a minute. You said your name was Carson, didn't you?


CAMPBELL: Sure it's Carson! What about it?


JOE: You ever been arrested before?


CAMPBELL: I went through a boulevard stop once! Is that any reason to....?


JOE: How come you don't have a driver's license on you?


CAMPBELL: I told you I left it at home!


JOE: All right, Campbell....let's cut out the kidding, huh?


CAMPBELL: What do you mean Campbell....My name is Carson!


BEN: Here take a look at this report, Bantam.


CAMPBELL: (STARTLED) Bantam....!


BEN: Says here your name is Campbell. Says you were arrested four years ago. Robbery. Here's your fingerprints....your picture, and your nickname, "Bantam."


JOE: (PAUSE) How about it Campbell?


CAMPBELL: (PAUSE...THEN WITH A SIGH) Okay. I'm Campbell.


JOE: You were paroled and deported to Canada. You violated your parole when you sneaked back.


CAMPBELL: Look, fellows...give me a break, huh? The only reason I came back was to see my wife. Honest...I haven't pulled anything since I came back...I'm clean!


BEN: We think you were in on a payroll robbery that took place last week, Campbell.


CAMPBELL: That's a lie.


BEN: You drove the get-away car.


CAMPBELL: I said it's a lie!


JOE: You were working with another man. Take a look at these pictures. Ever seen any of these guys before?


CAMPBELL: (PAUSE) No. None of them.


JOE: How about this one?


CAMPBELL: I said I didn't know any of them!


BEN: This is a man named Slocum...ever hear of him?


CAMPBELL: No!


BEN: (TO HIMSELF..AS HE LOOKS AT PICTURE) Hm..that's funny...


JOE: Well, in a couple of minutes we're gonna take you out to one of the precincts and book you, Campbell.


CAMPBELL: (PAUSE) Okay. Go ahead. It won't do you any good...I'll be out in an hour.


JOE: Habeas Corpus, huh?


CAMPBELL: Sure.


JOE: Has Slocum got a lawyer to keep you out of trouble?


CAMPBELL: I tell ya I don't know any Slocum!


JOE: You know...whoever springs you'll have to find you first.


CAMPBELL: Don't worry about that, Friday..my name'll be on the blotter wherever I'm booked.


JOE: Does the name Carson mean anything to your lawyer?


CAMPBELL: Carson? Hey what're you trying to pull? My name's Campbell and you know it!


JOE: Funny...I'd have sworn you told us your name was Carson. And that's just how we're gonna book you.


CAMPBELL: Hey..you can't do that!


BEN: C'mon, Joe..let's go see the Skipper.


JOE: Right.


SOUND: DOUBLE STEPS TO DOOR UNDER:


CAMPBELL: (FADING) Wait a minute...you can't do that! Wait!


SOUND: DOOR OPENS..CLOSES..STEPS DOWN HALL UNDER.


BEN: Joe...I just discovered something while we were talking to Campbell.


JOE: What is it?


BEN: Look at this picture of Slocum. That's the one I just showed Campbell.


JOE: Yeah? What about it?


BEN: Now look at this one..the one we been carrying around.


JOE: Hey...they look like two different guys.


BEN: Yeah...Here we are.


SOUND: DOOR OPENS...STEPS INTO ROOM...DOOR SHUTS


ED: Well, did you get Campbell to spill anything?


JOE: No, Skipper.


ED: I didn't think so...it's gonna be a tough job getting him to talk. I'm not optimistic about it.


BEN: Ed.. we've got two different pictures of Slocum here, and they don't look anything alike.


ED: What? Let's see them...(PAUSE) Hm. He looks about ten years older and twenty pounds lighter in this one.


BEN: That's the picture that we showed to the holdup victim, Skipper. Where'd it come from anyway?


ED: Salt Lake City. It's the most recent picture of him there is. This other one we dug out of our files. It was made when Slocum was arrested for drunk driving a couple of years ago.


JOE: Ed..we want to show this second picture to Ferguson.


ED: Go ahead.


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER


JOE: We checked and found out why the picture looked so different. The one from Salt Lake City had been made after Slocum had driven there from Kansas City while he was wounded. He'd lost a lot of blood and was pretty weak..which accounted for the change in appearance. But now we had a good picture of Slocum, and when we showed it to the holdup victim, Ferguson, he didn't hesitate a moment...


FERGUSON: Sure! That's the guy who robbed me!


MUSIC: STAB


JOE: Well, along about then we thought we really had something....but Backstrand didn't think we had enough.


ED: Look..so Ferguson finally identifies Slocum. That's not good enough. A defense attorney could bring out the fact that Ferguson couldn't identify Slocum from that other picture...and the case would probably collapse. I told you I wanted Slocum.. good. We've got to have testimony from Slocum's partner. And if that partner is Bantam Campbell....get that testimony!


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER


JOE: So we went back to Campbell. And this time we took a different approach. We knew Campbell liked thick steaks, so we took him out and bought him one.


SOUND: SLIGHT MOVEMENT OF DISHES


CAMPBELL: (EATING) Pretty nice of you fellows to do this.


BEN: Good steak, Bantam?


CAMPBELL: Sure is.


JOE: You know, it's too bad.


CAMPBELL: Hm?


JOE: How old are you, Campbell?


CAMPBELL: Forty. Why?


BEN: Let's see...you've still got twenty years of your sentence staring you in the face on account of violating parole. That means you're gonna be sixty when you get out.


CAMPBELL: (PAUSE) Yeah.


JOE: That's sure gonna be a long time without steak, Bantam.


CAMPBELL: Look will you cut it out!


JOE: I don't think you're being very smart, Campbell. We know you didn't plan the holdup, you were only the driver.


CAMPBELL: I tell ya I don't know anything about any holdup!


BEN: Of course the bad part is what could happen to you unless we get a real case.


CAMPBELL: What do you mean?


BEN: We're gonna bring Slocum in on the strength of his identification by Ferguson. Now we can't withhold your name from him.


JOE: So unless we convict Slocum, you know he's gonna think it was you who caused his arrest. He'll be gunning for you. Now how about it?


CAMPBELL: (PAUSE) Pass the steak sauce.


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER


JOE: I don't know whether we made a dent or not...it was hard to tell. When we got back to the squad room later, one of the boys was holding the phone. It was a call for me.


FERGUSON: (FILTER) Sergeant Friday?


JOE: Yeah?


FERGUSON: This is Ferguson...you know, the man who was held up.


JOE: Sure, Mr. Ferguson.


FERGUSON: A man just telephoned me, Sergeant! He said he'd seen you two guys talking to me....that if I didn't forget all about that robbery, it was going to be too bad for me!


JOE: I see.


FERGUSON: Yeah! He also told me he'd get my wife and child if I testified!


JOE: Mr. Ferguson...we'll get some men over to protect you right away!


SOUND: RECEIVER DOWN


JOE: Ed!


ED: (OFF) I'm here, Friday. 


SOUND: FEW QUICK STEPS


JOE: That was Ferguson...he's just been threatened about that picture identification!


ED: Get some men over to his house and place of business. Tell them to stick to the Ferguson's, like they were related.


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER


JOE: Now it was strictly a question of time. Find a way to break down Campbell. Get him to spill about Slocum. Then find Slocum before he got to Ferguson. I went home, and sat there, going over the whole case in my mind, right from the beginning....trying to find the one thing we could use to break down Campbell. And I finally found it. I started toward the phone to call Ben but just then the phone rang.


SOUND: PHONE RINGS...RECEIVER UP


JOE: Yeah?


BEN: This is Ben, Joe. Hey...I think I've figured out something that might make Campbell open up.


JOE: (WITH A SMILE) Okay, Ben..you tell me.


BEN: Ferguson first told us there was eight thousand in the paper sack. Later he realized there was ten thousand. But the papers printed eight.


JOE: And knowing Slocum, it's just possible he held out that extra two thousand on Campbell. Okay Ben - meet you at Campbell's cell in ten minutes.


MUSIC: SHORT BRIDGE


CAMPBELL: Look, what's the big idea waking me up this time of night? Why don't you guys let me alone.


JOE: It's just that we don't think you're being very smart, Campbell. So you got half the payroll dough...five thousand bucks. That still isn't worth twenty years locked up.


CAMPBELL: (PAUSE...CAUTIOUSLY) Five thousand.


BEN: Half of ten is five, Campbell. We figure it was a fifty-fifty split between you and your partner.


CAMPBELL: (PAUSE) The - papers said it was eight thousand.


BEN: That's wrong, Bantam...it was ten thousand. You don't suppose your partner held out on you, do you?


CAMPBELL: You..you guys are just trying to pull a fast one on me. It was eight thousand.


JOE: We'll get the guy you robbed down her[e], he'll tell you there was ten thousand in that sack.


CAMPBELL: (PAUSE...THEN QUIETLY) The chiseller....the dirty two-timing chiseller.


JOE: He did hold out the two thousand on you, didn't he?


CAMPBELL: (PAUSE) Yeah. He held out on me. Okay...okay.


JOE: It was Slocum, wasn't it?


CAMPBELL: Sure it was Slocum...and I'll fix him. I'll spill the whole works. I'll tell ya everything you wanta know!


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER


JOE: Well, Campbell gave us our case against Slocum...but we still didn't have Slocum. We pulled Slocum's package out of the files and listed the bars he used to hang out at. We covered them all. On the second night, we spotted him leaving one of them by the rear exit.


SOUND: DOUBLE STEPS UNDER.


JOE: (CUE) Just a minute fellow.


SLOCUM: (SLIGHTLY OFF) What?


SOUND: STEPS OUT


JOE: Your name Slocum?


SLOCUM: What's it to you?


JOE: I'm Friday...this is Romero..police.


SLOCUM: So what?


JOE: We're taking you in on suspicion of robbery.


SLOCUM: (SHORT LAUGH) You haven't got anything on me and you know it. Now get out of my way.


BEN: We've got Campbell, Slocum.


SLOCUM: Huh?


BEN: And he's spilled the whole story.


SLOCUM: You're not hooking m[e.]


JOE: Get your hand away from your pocket! Slocum!


SOUND: CRACK ON JAW


SLOCUM: (GRUNTS)


SOUND: BODY FALL


BEN: Joe...he just never should've gone for his gun, should he?


MUSIC: IN AND UNDER


JOE: Well, that was about it. From what Campbell told us, we were able to reconstruct the crime. Slocum had been the brains. Campbell was the man behind the wheel. Slocum had cased the job for six weeks, and had stolen a car just before the holdup. After the job they separated, met later in a parking lot to split the dough, and then hadn't been together since. And of course, Slocum had held out the extra two thousand on Campbell. So Campbell's mistake was to trust a thief. Campbell was turned over to the Canadian authorities. Slocum was convicted, and he's serving from five years to life in the state penitentiary.....File it, will ya Ben?


SOUND: FILE DRAWER SLIDES OPEN...RUSTLE OF PAPERS...SLIDE SHUT


JOE: Case closed.


MUSIC: CURTAIN


TYMPANY: TWO SOLID BEATS


ANNCR: DRAGNET!


MUSIC: TWO SLAMS ECHOING "DRAGNET" AND OUT FOR


SIG. VOICE: (IN CLOSE...QUIET) The story you have just heard was true. Only the names were changed to protect the innocent.


MUSIC: THEME UNDER FOR


ANNCR: You have just heard the first in a new series of authentic cases from official files. Technical advice for Dragnet comes from the office of C. B. Horrall, Chief of Police, Los Angeles Police Department.


TYMPANY: ONE SOLID BEAT SUSTAIN IN SOFT ROLL UNDER FOR


SIG. VOICE: Tonite's program is dedicated to "SGT TOMMY MILTON" of the Los Angeles Police Department, who, on the nite of May 16th, 1949 gave his life so that yours might be more secure.


MUSIC: THEME UP TO CUE


ANNCR: Dragnet came to you from Los Angeles.


THIS IS NBC....THE NATIONAL BROADCASTING COMPANY


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