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The original aired eight February twenty third, nineteen fifty and the title is
The Big Grifter. The story you were about to hear is true, only
the names have been changed to protect the innocent you're a detective sergeant. You're
assigned to Bunco detail. An expert confidence man has resumed operations in your city.
His criminal record dates back thirty five years. He's a master in the
art of the gentle swindle. Your job stop him dragnets the documented drama of
an actual crime. For the next thirty minutes, in cooperation with the Los
Angeles Police Department, he will travel step by step on the side of the
law through an actual case from official police files, from beginning to end,
from crime to punishment. Dragnet is the story of your police force in action.
It was Tuesday, July twenty eighth, was warm in Los Angeles.
We're working a day watch at a Bunco detail. My partner's Ben Romero.
The boss is that Brown, Chief of Detectives. My name's Friday. I
was on the way back from the record Bureau and it was ten forty five
am when I got to Room thirty eight Bunco Fugitive Detail. Friday captain by
bringing him in. Now, let's sit on thanks. There's the Mama sheet
on him. Oh, gentlemen, Wallace, I thought he was out of
our hair for good. So did Idols turned up I heard he was working
New York. Look at the package on this guy. Uh, it was
like a good sized dictionary. Yeah. Checked the date of his first arrest
there on June second, nineteen thirteen. He's been an out of jail all
over the country. Muglayanne County, Oregon, forgery, bum checked, Beef,
San Francisco, nineteen fourteen, Bezmond, sant Anna, parole violation,
Seattle, Portland, more checks, Reno Billings, Montana, Fordery nineteen twenty,
Dayton, Ohio, Pittsburgh, New York, grand larceny, Bunco raps,
Las Vegas, Cleveland, Chicago. That's only the first page. There's
a couple more there. Yeah, he's like a novel, just about as
long. What's the story on Wallace's time? What have we got? He
reached a couple of used car dealers Saturday took him for two thousand each,
and we can't touch him? Why not? How do you work it?
Saturday afternoon he went to a car lot in the corner of South third in
Washington. He bought a nineteen forty eight Lincoln Sedan, showed him his identification,
wrote a check for fifteen hundred dollars for a down payment and drove away
another bum check deal that's a little more than that. About forty five minutes
after he left, he drove into another used car a lot two blocks away
from the place where he bought the Lincoln. Yeah. Told the salesman there
that he didn't like the car and he wanted to trade it in on another
one. Salesman offered him nine hundred dollars less than he paid for it.
Wallace accepted and offered them a personal check to cover the balance, and the
salesman went for it. Almost Wallace seems so anxious to get rid of the
car that the clerk got suspicious. But it was late Saturday and he couldn't
call a bank on Wallace's check, so he called a place where Wallace bought
the car. That's right. They found out that the sale was made less
than an hour before Wallace had given them his personal check for it. Mmm.
And then the two used car dealers got on the phone, decided that
Wallace was pulling a fan hustle, called the cop and had him jail hold
that light him away m h thanks yeah, then what oh? In the
bank's open Monday morning, they called about Wallace's account. They had enough money
in to cover both checks. Wallace got a lawyer and threatened suit against the
two car dealers. He had both of them cold. He set a lout
of court for two thousand apiece quick deal. Sounds like a master. He's
been drifting for thirty five years. Knows the con game anyway they want to
play it. We can't even book him on a bag charge. He's got
a job. And who's he working for him? Plastic outfit out in Pasadena?
Salesman? Is he registered under fifty two thirty eight? Yes? No,
in just a minute, Yeah, all right, send him in lit
Merril. He's got Wallace with him. Uh huh, Ben Wallas, this
is capn Bryce Captain. I'm very happy to know you. I've read a
lot about you. Yeah, saut to Friday. How are you? We
would like to talk to you, Wallace saddan Oh, thanks, Walmot today
aspiring Now what is it I can help you, gentlemen with always glad to
cooperate, and you don't have to give us a build up, Wallace,
we're not buying you know me better than that, Sergeant. No point in
making this visit an unpleasant one. Cordiality, that's a secret My mother used
to tell me that. She used to say, good mister, you're not
here to get the keys to the city hall. You're here for investigation.
I'm here out of courtesy, Captain. My lawyer informed me I didn't have
to come. I don't believe in making enemies. That's all a guy that's
not trying. You've done pretty well, haven't you. How long do you
plan to stay here in town? Los Angeles is my home, it's my
place of business. That's fine with us, Wallace, just as long as
it's honest. Let me hand you a piece of advice. You try comping
any more jobs in this town, and we're going to lean on you.
Understand. I don't think I do understand, Captain. The incident with the
used car dealers. I hope that isn't what upset you you guessed did,
and it better be the last keeper you try around here for a long time.
I had every right to take action against those car dealers, false arrests.
They humiliated me. My reputation. Here's your reputation, Wallace, thirty
five years of it, ten jail terms, largely bunkle forgery. Have you
ever heard of rehabilitation? Sergeant Oh? Yeah, I did my time.
I don't owe them a day. I got an honest job. I've been
off the grift for years now, and take a hind Wall's day off.
You'll do better, that's all, Wallace. Just remember the next time we
tag you, you're gonna fall hard. You got it straight, Captain.
I've been square since I got to town. I'm not switchy, Is that
it? That's all? Well, that wasn't so bad. Would you gentlemen
care to have some lunch with me at the club? Justice nag Oh,
thanks, sure, I can't persuade you. And club's just up the street.
Fine for some other time, Wallace, goodbye, well, goodbye,
sergeant, goodbye to you. Captain. Yeah, well we gave him the
word. I don't know how much good it's gonna do. What do you
thanks? Two things about drifters They never retire and they never change watch them.
In the next four months, Charles Wallace was kept under surveillance from his
daily actions. There was nothing to indicate that he'd returned to his former profession
of confidence. Man from experience, we knew it was too good to be
true for a man who had worked the con game from every conceivable angle,
for as long as Wallace had, chances of his going straight amounted to less
than one in a thousand, just as a dope addict as a slave to
drugs. The full fledged con man or grifter is obsessed with the idea of
swindling for a living. He loves his work and he takes pride in it
just as much as a doctor, a lawyer, or any legitimate professional man.
He has a life and a code of ethics all his own, even
has his own language. The grifter's victims are wealthy, middle class, and
poor, and many more than the average citizen imagines. Wednesday, December first,
one pm, Ben and I had lunch and checked back in at the
office. Food's getting better at the cafeteria. Don't you think beef stew is
pretty good? You got an extra coat hanger in your locker? Oh yeah,
yeah, here you are, Thanks, Hi Connor, Joe. Do
you see this report? The post office details sent over? I mean that
lonely hearts an No, this is a different one, real twist. How
do you mean, Harry? I mean, look, huh here, Barney
Grant. It's the name he uses anyway. A couple of weeks ago he
planted a small one ad in the newspapers around town. Been cleaning up ever
since. How'd he working here? Take a look at the add he was
running. Remember, tomorrow is the last day to send your dollar the box
five six five Main Post Office, Los Angeles. Was that all? That's
all it took the last couple of days. Been getting about forty letters a
day from people in the city with a dollar in each one. AD doesn't
promise a thing, Just send your dollar. People send him. They picked
the guy up, Harry. He called for the last batch of letters two
days ago, probably pulled out. Postal inspectors checked the address he gave when
he applied for the box. I never heard him there, Barney Grant.
That sounds familiar to you, Ben Little Yeah, maybe R and I has
a package on it. Ryan, see him right, Captain Ben, you
and Connan want to check that name through R and I. I'll be in
the skipper. Yeah, okay, Friday close it all. Yeah, sure.
This is mister Sawyer. He's with the Western Central Railroad. Sergeant Friday,
Sergeant OHI, it's about Wallace Friday. Mister Sawyer has a complaint against
him. We've got the crime report. Gentleman Wallace. Yeah, you want
to fill him in, mister Sawyer, Well, sergeant, I'm employed as
a standards engineer for the Western Central Railroad. Wallace first approached me about a
month ago. He said he was an inventor and he was working on plans
of a new type of air brake for use on railroad cars. I'm glad.
He said he'd conceive the idea, but that he needed more time and
money to perfect his invention. He told me I'd share in half of the
profits he got from his idea. It sounded more than fair. How much
money did you give him? All I have in my savings account three thousand.
I talked it over with the wife, and the idea looked real good
on paper. Yeah. I didn't expect to make too much money for myself
out of this, but I thought of the fight could get a hold of
this breaking system, it would certainly help the company out. Mm hmm.
He took your money and you haven't heard from him. Well. I presented
the plans to the chief specifications engineer in our Eastern office. Yeah, I
got an answer yesterday airmail. Our New York office has been working for two
years on exactly the same set of break plans. You get a hold of
them from the Patent Bureau in Washington. The company has a patent pending on
under device. It's all legal in it. Yes, yes, he simply
got the information from them, drew up an exact copy and submitted them to
me. He sold you an invention that your company already owned. Yes,
sir, and I'm out three thousand dollars. You know where Wallace might be
now we've checked the boarding house where he was staying. He left there last
night, no forwarding address, nothing, We've got on all our points bulletined
on him. Do everything we can. Well, thank you, Captain Sergeant
Friday, you have my card. If there's anything I can do to help,
please call all right, mister Sawyer, Goodbye's a line you're looking for,
Joe. Let's see what's that right now? On that phony ad the
post office detail reported this morning. Check the name Barney Grant through the crime
index. That's naming the guy you. Yeah, this is the package and
gentleman and Wallace thanks right as any. His list goes for three pages.
Wadam again, Charles French Watered Grant, Charles Grant, Barney Grant's tract Denman
Wallace, Barney Grant, same guy. We got out a local broadcast,
an APV, and a radiogram on Charles Gentleman Wallace. For a full month
there wasn't a sign of him. Then we received a communication from the Denver,
Colorado Police Department. Wallace had cast worthless checks in that city in the
amount of two five hundred dollars, and then he'd skipped down. But before
he left Denver he managed another deal. He sold thirty cartons of electric razors,
which one did not belong to him, two had been stolen from another
con man and resold in. Three the raisers didn't work in the first place.
The mechanisms had been taken out and replaced with lead weights. Another sixty
days passed before we got the next report on Wallace from Cleveland, Ohio,
by means of forged papers too well versed assistance to ropers in a fast line
of talk. Wallace had sold a Cleveland hardware concerned a shipment of tenpenny nails,
much below the market price. He collected twelve hundred dollars as partial payment
for the shipment, but it was never delivered. Eight am Monday, March
third, Then and I checked in for work after a weekend off and found
a message in the book to report the chief, Detective stad Brown, Chief
you wanted to see you come in? Yes, sir, gentlemen, Wallace
is back in town. Where'd you get that? God in the name of
Patterson? So all right, thanks Pagan. How Pattison brought to the interrogation
room? Is that mouse Patterson's giving? Yeah, small time drifter. He
was running with Wallace's latters a month ago back in Pittsburgh. When was Pattison
picked up last night at a big hotel out in Hollywood? Was working a
fast deal? You think he came to down the watte? I know he
did one of Conin's the performance spotted Wallace and Patterson last night. We nabbed
Patterson. Wallace slipped away figured but they didn't hop operating in out of the
city of about two weeks. Any idea what his angle is this time?
I think? So? Take a look this obituary notices slipped in the newspaper.
Out of these times. The con artist takes a dead man's name from
the obituary list, finds out a little bit about him, and writes him
a letter. He writes a dead man a letter. There's a sample we
had reported to us. Read it William Radford, two thirty three South Brook
Way, Hollywood. Their bill. I heard you were sick, and I
didn't wanna bother you at this time, but believe me, I'm desperate.
I don't mean to hound you about the four hundred dollars you're borrowed from me,
but we are having sickness in our family and I do need the cash.
Wait a minute, well, it's rights a letter like this to a
man knowing he's dead, and the family opens it and reason and they figure
it's some unpaid debt that they didn't know about which the deceased owed. That's
right, and the con man collects. Yeah, lot has been showing up
right in the middle of funeral arrangements. The family's breathed pretty strictly caught off
guard. They don't suspect anybody to be that ruthless, so they all that
they think is a legitimate debt. That's that's a new load in excuse ron
speaking. All right, thinks I got Patterson the interrogation room to questions and
find out everything you can. Right, you through talking to Patterson, you
can start checking on these names well, what's this. It's a list of
all the names that appeared in the obituary column in today's paper. Long list.
Don on the Meiberger checking half. You and Ramearra take the rest right,
get to those families before Wallace does. They went down the hall of
the interrogation room and questioned Patterson for an hour and a half. He denied
that even knew Wallace. They refused to tell us anything we had. Patterson
returned to his cell in the County jail, and Ben and I started at
to check with the relatives of the deceased who appeared in the daily obituary list.
Adams, Connolly, Craig, Denburgh, Donzetti, Edmunds Power. None
of them would received letters claiming payment of secret debts owed by the deceased.
Well, there are more pleasant jobs and bothering families with an investigation in the
middle of their sorrow. There wasn't, but it was necessary. The eighth
name on the obituary list was Foreman Carl j. He was survived by his
wife Jean. She lived at fifty eight twenty one Santiago Street out in the
valley. We're sorry to intrude at a time like this, miss Foreman.
We know how you must feel, but it's an important matter, that's all
right. Sergeant Carl was sick for so long. Probably better this way.
What did you want to know since your husband passed away? If you received
any letters asking for payments on a debt that he might have owed to somebody.
It's funny you should ask, you say, have I got it yesterday?
Yesterday? Do you know the man who wrote the letter? No?
I didn't. I took it for granted that it was someone called you in
the army, someone he borrowed from him. How much money was it?
He said, your husband knowed him four hundred dollars. There's a letter over
the mindle. I'll get it for you. Fine. Here it is thank
you, signs his name Howard Michaels. This man contacted you since? Why
has he called me last night and said that he just heard about Carl?
He polo for writing a letter, said he had some medical bills of his
own to pay. I went to the bank this morning and got the money
for him. Is there anything wrong? And he's supposed to come here and
get the money he already has. About two hours ago, he seemed to
be a very good friend of Carl's Ben You got that mug shut on?
Yeah, yeah, here, I don't understand, Sergeant. Is this the
man who picked up the money this morning? Yes, that's mister Michaels.
Don't you think he was Carl's friend. I don't think so, Miss Forman,
But no one would do that. Who could be that low? You're
looking at his picture, miss Foreman. His name's Wallace. You are listening
to Dragnet for the step by step solution to an actual police case. Over
the past century, the confidence Man here in the United States has earned the
dubious title of aristocrat of the underworld. Among small time thieves, cutthroats,
dope peddlers, pickpockets, and similar small fry. He's looked up to and
respected. The true Cohn Man does not consider himself a crook or a thief
in the ordinary sense of the word. He's smooth, courteous, fast talking,
and he lives by his own code of rules. He never uses violence.
He makes his living by his wits alone. Generally, he's far above
average intelligence, and he's totally without a conscience. He thinks no more of
fleecing a day laborer of his wages than he would have fleecing a millionaire because
of their carefully planned operations. Only a handful of confidence men are ever brought
to trial. Monday, March third, six pm, Ben and I completed
our interviewers with the families of the deceased and returned to the office. Hi,
you two having luck. Wallace is a guy we found out that money
who identified him? Woman out in the valley a missus foreman pose as an
old friend of her husband's, took her for four hundred bucks. How about
Colin and my Berg? You haven't they get anything? I haven't checked in
yet. I'm waiting for him. How does missus foreman make a payoff to
Wallace through the mails? No, sir, he came out and picked up
the doing person and then there's no chance of tracing him through the post office.
Seems like he comes up with a new mo every day. We checked
out the rest of the families of the deceased on the list Chief gave us
no Leeds, don Myers and the handwriting checked the letter missus foreman got the
writing matches or the others. It's Wallace all right? No Conlin, my
bird with you down the hall and handwriting checking a couple of letters of myers.
Do any good today, Harry? Some found two families got phony letters
to the mail, same deal, Wallace. Did you pay off to him?
Yet? Neither one told him to sit tight and call us if the
guy should contact him again? Explain the setup? Who are the people,
h let's see. One's an old fella, Oscar Donn lives over in Highland
Park. Others are pretty wealthy family bell Air. Here it is Elizabeth Seacur.
She's the wife. Husband's name Burton James Seacort, investment broker died day
before yesterday. How much of a debt is he supposed to devote? Claims
twelve hundred bucks, signed himself, William Kilbright. The letters mentioned anything about
how the payoffs supposed to be me I wrote, contact him by phone first
that make arranges to meet him. Both families will call as soon as they
hear from now. If he doesn't changes him, Oh, we're sat con
on You and my Berg stick with the family in Island Park. Make sure
they understand perfectly what the setup is. Wall Up makes a contact. Be
there. Okay, Cat, Joe, you and Ben cover the family out
in bell Air. Okay, you got the sea Corps address here, and
here's the crime report. It's got all the dope. Good, well,
I'll grab bunco fugitive Conlin. Yes, ma'am. When all right, thanks,
we'll take care of it seas well, let's just call him. What's
the pitch? Once it pays respects, he's going to visit him to night.
Seven thirty five pm, Monday, March third, Ben and I drove
out to the bell Air to the Sea Corps place. It was an English
type mansion with a circular driveway out in front. The wake for mister Seacorr
was being held in the living room. The butler showed us into the library,
where Missus Seacorp was way. She told us everything that had transpired since
she first received the letter from Wallace following her husband's death. She said Wallace
had promised to be at her home promptly at nine pm. We waited,
nine pm, came and went. We told her that if the suspect should
call to make any concessions, we agree to anything in order to set up
a meeting with him. At ten minutes past ten, the phone in the
library rang. Missus Seacorr answered it. If I listened in on the extension.
I'm terribly sorry, missus Seacor. I did want to get out to
pay my last respects, but I'm afraid that will be impossible. Oh,
I'm sorry you won't be able to come. I'd like to settle up that
debt, the money that Burton knowed you. I do hope you understand,
missus secus. It's very difficult for me to bring up such a subject at
this time of your bereavement. But I do have need of the money.
You see, it's my wife. She's quite ill and will there are medical
expenses to be made. Oh, I understand. When would you like to
come for the money? Well? Would tomorrow be all right? My husband's
funeral is tomorrow? Oh I see? Well where will that be? At
the cathedral on Sunset Boulevard. A requiar mass at St Marya's at nine o'clock.
Well, since I don't want to bother you personally anymore, I wonder
if it would be possible for you to leave the cash with the head usher
there at the church. Well, yes, all right, I think that
would be the best way. All right, then, good night and thank
you, yes, good night. I'm sorry, No, that's not easy
for you that's all right, sergeant. It's strange, isn't it. What's
sir? One man burns out his whole life making money, the next man
spends his time trying to steal it. What does it all mean? I
don't know. We got twenty six hundred men down in the County of Jail.
We all think they've got the right answer. Tuesday, March fourth,
nine am, in Saint Mary's Cathedral on Sunset Boulevard, the Final Rights a
requiem high Mass was being celebrated for Burton. James, Secor, Ben and
I were stationed at the rear of the church. Conlin and Meberg, together
with two other men from Bunco detail covered the side exits. An extra detail
of men were placed at strategic points around the cathedral. The head usher stood
a few feet from the main entrance. With him, he carried a plane
manila envelope filled with pieces of newspaper cut to resemble the size of currency,
along with a single dollar bill. He had instructions to hand over the envelope
without questions of the person who asked for it. Fifteen minutes past nine,
jolle, Yeah, we'll see that head usher all right. Well, yeah,
I'm gonna spot it all right. Pretty good sized crowd here. Seacor
Usta had lots of friends. I am nice choir. Just wondering, Joe,
what's say lose? He doesn't chill that. That's possible. He might
have gotten suspicious. Could be what time you got now? It's nine?
Twenty yo. Uniform messager just came in the door. Yeah, he was
looking around. He's going up to the usher talking to him. That's sand
unsh gave him the envelope, us, lady, let's hold it, give
him a lead. All right, let's go. Let's go, Ben,
don't lose him. He's getting into that cab. Come on, slide over.
You got the cab number, Yeah, let's move. Ten thirty am.
Then and I trailed the cab to a bus depot in downtown Los Angeles.
We followed the messenger in and watched him check them in all the envelope
and a key locker. Wa wait. At eleven forty five am, another
uniform messenger entered the bus depot, picked up the envelope, and left.
We followed him to the Union Railroad station, where he left the envelope at
the traveler's aid desk. At three pm, the envelope was still there,
unclaimed. No sign, Joe, what do you think? It's a pretty
fancy switch he's got worked on? Yeah? What times the next train?
Leave three twenty five Coast Limited for sentrancs good three twenty one. Now wait
a minute. She had porter over at the desk and told them to that
girl there. I don't know that's it. She's giving him the envelope.
Come out here. He's heading up the rampa. Let's hustle. You turned
up the left, Yeah, passenger platform Coast Limited. Not much time?
Come on, run, Come on, Ben, where'd the porter get on?
Next car? Come on? Run? Jump this way through here,
that's the same forta. He's knock at the door to that compartment, handing
in the envelope. Let's go, yes, slock, knock, Yes,
what is it? What is all right? Ben? Now look, sergeant,
there's no need for any unpleasantness. Certainly we can sit down and talk
this thing over like intelligent human beings. We have the luggage that your Ben.
All right, let's go Wallace. Look wait a minute, please,
I'm sure we can come to some agreement. I have plenty of money.
Look right here alone in this envelope, but plenty of that's only athology.
The rest is newspaper. I've been taken solve a lot of people. Let's
go. The story you have just heard was true, only the names were
changed to protect the innocent. On June twenty third, trial was held in
Superior Court Department eighty seven, City and County of Los Angeles, State of
California. In a moment the results of that trial, Charles Gentleman Wallace was
tried and convicted on four counts of grand theft and sentenced to the state penitentiary
for the term prescribed by law, with hulls being placed on him by four
other states. You have just heard Dragnet authentic cases from official fires. Technical
advice for Dragnet comes from the office of Chief of Police W. A.
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series Hauls of Ivy on NBZ, Welcome Back. My favorite part of this
episode is the end where Gentleman Wallace is so outraged that he'd been conned.
Overall, great details on so many different types of cons. Although the obituary
racket would be the focus of another episode and I kind of appreciated having it
more developed than that one, This episode, in particular, showcased one of
Dragnet's strengths. Most other detective programs of the era were focused on violent crime,
mostly murders, but Dragnet actually ran the entire gamut of criminal activity and
at the same time used the details of the crime and the investigation to really
make for an an interesting program. And this would have effects outside of Dragnet.
In the nineteen fifties, it become trendy to talk about mostly nonviolent grifters.
One of the great early television crime shows along with Dragnet was Racket Squad,
which had its exclusive focus on con games, and other programs like A
Man Behind the Badge would dedicate episodes to various types of ons, such as
the oilstot con, which was often quite popular among con men working in rural
areas, and of course we'd have the radio series Easy Money, but Dragnet
has to be seen as leading the way and showing the story telling potential around
less sensational crime. One detail I appreciated that I didn't really notice before was
the sound design of the funeral. I wonder how they did it, although
working for NBC, it wouldn't have been difficult to find a choral group somewhere
around the studios or to get one together, but it definitely didn't sound like
they put in a record. Again, there are all of these little details
that demonstrate jack Web's dedication and intention to making every scene seem real. Well,
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He gave you the heave ho as soon as you slipped the cod and
he told me he was getting out of the fight game because you busted your
men. Would be But I hope you're wrong, mister Macy. I sure
hope you're wrong. Look, kid, I hate to destroy your faith in
man case. It's not my faith I'm worried about, mister Macy. It's
my fifteenth grand Mister Saunders held back part of my cut of the gates in
the last couple of fights that he was gonna invest it for. Oh fine,
mister Macy that lawyer you're gonna say, do you figure he could take
on an extra client? Hope you'll be with us then in the meantime,
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