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now it is time for this week's episode of Dragnet. The original aired
eight September the first, nineteen forty nine, and the title is Myra the
Redhead. Here is another in NBC's great parade of news shows. Ladies and
Gentlemen. The story you were about to hear is true only the names have
changed to protect the innocent. NBC brings you Dragnet. You're a detective sergeant.
You're assigned to auto theft detail. In three months, more than two
hundred and fifty cars have been broken into property mounting well into thousands of dollars
has been stolen. Two youthful members of the gang have been apprehended. The
all important brains of the criminal ring, the leaders, are still at large.
Your job get them. Dragnet the documented drama of an actual crime,
investigated and solved by the men who unrelentingly stand watch on the security of your
home, your family, and your life. While the next thirty 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 from official police files,
from beginning to end, from crime to punishment. Drag Net is the story
of your police force in action. It was Monday, March second. It
was cold in Los Angeles. We were working the night shift out of auto
Theft. My partner's Ben Romero. The boss is at backstrand, Chief of
Detectives. My name's Friday. I was on the way back from the interrogation
room and it was ten fifty eight pm when I got the room, twenty
six, Chief of Detective's office. Real tough kids, aren't they. Yeah,
they would admit a thing, that's them? Thanks? When'd you pick
him up? About eight thirty to night in the parking lot behind the Star
Theater out on Sunset? It was lifting the radio out of a forty eighth
convertible. He's had lots of experience. The port says you picked up a
nineteen year old girl with him. She was waiting for the guy in a
parked car across the street from the theater. Car was full of loot.
A first real break we've had in those auto burglaries in three months, and
it's no good to us. Neither one of them will talk. They won't
even admit they know each other. The runmakes on them. Just did We've
been questioning a boy for an hour getting nowhere? Yeah? What's his name
again? Freeman? Stanley Freeman, age twenty address, Dute, Montana,
Down here for a vacation. He doesn't lie very well. Ed, He's
never been to Butte Montana in his life. Knows less about the town than
I do. Well, get to him, right, ed, where'd you
put the girl. We got a policewoman. Take her to our office.
We can talk to her when we finish the boy. What's her story?
Hasn't any She won't even open her mouth. Nineteen years old, probably needs
a good spanking. Now get him to talk, right? Did you run
to make Joe? Yeah? He's clean yet wise? How flat was Look?
You're in a bad spots sun. That kind of talk isn't gonna help,
says you. We caught you red handed trying to steal a radio that
it didn't belong to you from a car it didn't belong to you. Is
that right? That's enough to send you to San Quentin. Boy, we
better give us the story. Shut up. We've got all the evidence we
need for him. Maybe you don't realize how serious this is. We've had
more than two hundred and fifty car burglaries in this city in the past three
months. Over two hundred thousand dollars worth the property has been stolen. That's
a lot of money. So what so you're the number one suspect, young
fellow. Your method of operation and breaking into that car to night is the
same use and most of the other burglaries. That means You're not gonna be
tried just for this job tonight. What do you get in that flat foot?
Listen, Son, in the state of California, I'm breaking into a
locked car as a fallon. You can go to the state pen and danger
for that, and we're gonna file a complaint of burglary with the district attorney
in the morning. You say you're from Butte, Montana. All right,
I don't believe you, but we'll make sure. Ben. Go out to
our office and call the news photographers. Stanley, here's gonna have his picture
on the front page of every newspaper in Los Angeles tomorrow, Right, Joe,
No, you can't. I won't let you. I got my rights.
Let's marry youngster. Everybody wants his picture in the paper. Yeah,
well I don't. I won't let them. We got your picture already for
him, and remember I tuck it when their finger printed you. You can't
use it. You can't. I'll get a lawyer. Reporters will be over
in a couple of minutes. We have to give me a story and your
picture too. This one. You won't. You won't get it, all
right, all right, get your hands off. I'm not sitting down.
All right, now, let's have it straight. Don't let them use the
picture. Don't let them you can't you. We got to have the truth
center now. Look, you're twenty years old. You know right from wrong.
You'll have to take your medicine. If you cooperate, we'll do all
we can to help, all right. I live out in the Wilshire district.
All I wanted was a little extra money. We didn't take much.
We didn't think it was so wrong. It was stealing. Fraeman, you
know it's wrong. Where do you live out there? Piper Avenue eight twenty
one Piper. You won't give him my picture? You live there with your
family? Yeah, my mother, father's dead. Promise me you won't give
him the picture. My mother she'd see it. I'll promise me. You're
working with a gang and those autoburgrahies. We know that now. Who are
they? Where are they and what's the setup? I can't they get me
for it? Who'd get you? I can't tell you. I can't.
Who's your girlfriend, Stanley, the one you were with tonight? Joanne?
Joanne Miller? Where does she live? Piper Avenue? Same as me?
Lives on the same block. Eight sixty six at her home. You live
there with her full Yeah, mother and father, they work, and you
got her into this. Isn't that the story she gave us? Ben I
did not I do. It was her, she said. A bunch of
kids were doing it. It was quick money, something to do with night.
She started it. All right, Ramero, I'll go see the girl.
You stay here with Freeman, all right, Yo, just stay putting
that chair for him. Him. Marge, Oh, Joe, you and
Romero handling this case. Yeah, I like to talk to the girl a
few minutes, Marchs when you stand by. Thanks, all right, miss.
What's your name, age and address? I told this lady cop fifteen
minutes ago. I'm not saying anything. All right, then we'll tell you.
Your name's Joanne Miller. You live at eight sixty six Piper Avenue.
You live with your father and mother, both have them work. You're a
liar, that's not me. You're nineteen years old, you live on the
same block as your boyfriend, Stanley Freeman, and you're the one who got
to mixed up on this gang. Isn't that right? No, it's not
right. It's not I didn't do anything. It's only half the story.
Freeman told us everything. You want to hear the rest. No, stan
wouldn't tell you. He wouldn't. He told us how you got it mixed
up in it? Quick money, that's what you told. Oh it was
him. I can prove it. The rest of the kids will tell you
he got me in this. Ask him, they'll tell you it was Stanley
and Fred Milford and George Janssen. They started, all three of them.
All right, Will you tell a story to a police stenographer. I'll tell
him everything. He's not blaming this on me. Marge, you go get
this stenographer right now. How many persons in this gang of years? About
ten or twelve? And it's not my gang either. He got me into
this, and now he's trying to lie his way out blaming me. How
you've been doing this burglarizing cars? Me only about two weeks. It was
supposed to be fun, something to do at night. The rest of them
been added a couple of months. Who's the head of the gang. I
told you it's him, Stanley and Fred Milford and Jansen, all three.
I only started going out with him two weeks ago, maybe less, All
right, Joanne, tell it to the stenographer. The same way. Senographer
will be in a minute. Joe, okay, Marge, thanks, stay
with it. Jo, just about a close case. Ben. The girl
gave us a full confession. She didn't. Oh, you're not tricking me
again. She didn't. She told us you're one of the leaders of the
gang. Stanley said, you got her into all this. The other two
are George Jansen and Fred Milford. About a dozen kids in the gang.
All I'm about your age, isn't it right? She's lying? Can't you
tell she's lying? She got me into the gang? She did? She's
Milford's girlfriend. Ask her, Oh, she can't lie out of that one.
She got me into what I can prove it? Who's the real leader
of the gang? Milford? He started it, He organized the whole thing.
He collects the stuff we get, and he delivers it. Jansen helps
him do it. What do you mean he delivers this stuff? Where does
he deliver it? Somewhere in Dogtown? I think down around South Maine near
the railroad yards. Who's had delivered too? I don't know exactly. I
heard Jansen mention the names Myra. He said, it's supposed to be a
big secret Myra. That's that's all I remember where does Janson and Milford lay?
Jansen rooms down on East Flower ten forty two I think is it's a
rooming house. And Milford lives two blocks over from me on Quincy two thirty
four Quincy. He is with his grandmother. Got that, Ben? All
right? All right, let's pick up Milford and Jansen. It was ten
minutes past one when Ben and I returned to headquarters with George Jansen and Fred
Milford in our custody. In Jansen's room at ten forty two East Flowers Street,
we found two fur coats, a box full of new car accessories,
an SNW thirty eight revolver, and a forty five automatic. When we picked
up Fred Milford at his home, we discovered five deluxe car radios hidden in
the garage, plus a valuable assortment of cameras, cigarette lighters, and clothing.
Both Janson and Milford refused to talk, and when we got them to
headquarters and showed them the signed statements of Stanley Freeman and the girl Joanne Miller,
they broke Milford. Where else did you and your gang operate besides the
Wilshire District? No place? Only out there? That's all same type of
car burglers have been committed all over the city. You're telling us your gang
didn't have a hand on them. It's a truth. Our territory was Wilshire
District. We didn't go outside. You mean some other gangs responsible. I
don't know. All I know is we didn't have any part of them.
Is there another gang, Milford? Maybe? I don't know. You find
out none of my business. It is your business, Milford. You admit
you and your gang committed fifty five jobs in the past three and a half
months. That leaves about two HUNDREDJBS to be accounted for. That. That's
right. To figure it out. I have figured it out. I think
you and you were a gang of young thieves pulled every one of those two
hundred and fifty jobs. There isn't any other gang. That's the story.
The distric Attorney's going to get it. You're crazy. There is I know
there is, and give us the information. Save yourself a lot of trouble.
Well, we're not the only ones, that's all I know, Milford.
Do you know how many years you get for Odelberger? I told you
we're not the only ones. There must be a couple of others besides us.
Vince Mahoney. He's got a gang. Where does Mahoney operate West Hollywood?
I don't know, honest, I only met him a couple of times.
I don't remember. Where'd you meet him? Milting delivery? I met
him down at the delivery place a couple of nights when you delivered the property
you stole from cars? Is that right? Yeah? Where was? Then?
Gone by the railroad yards where Chavs Street. It's a little alley off
his name. Who would you deliver this stuff too? He told your names
Mayra. That's all I know. We meet her and some guy on Tuesday
nights. We get him the stuff and they pay us off when he delivers
the same night I do. Do you meet her every Tuesday? Name?
Yeah, you're going to meet her this Tuesday tomorrow night. I don't know.
I guess same place? Yeah? Are you the only one she deals
with? Sometimes? Joanne, you're a joint. I know what you're thinking.
You want to use me to trap Myra? What's it worth? You
know better than that? How about it? Now? Oh? What else?
Going to give me another cigarette? By three point thirty that morning,
the signed statements and confessions were piling up fast. Milford gave us a list
of the names and the dresses of each member and his gang, and within
an hour they were all under questioning at headquarters. Most of the suspects,
about one third of them girls, ranged in age from eighteen to twenty one.
As they told their individual stories, the scope of the case grew until
it covered most of the city. By late afternoon of the next day,
Tuesday, March third, three more gangs operating in Venice, bel Air,
and North Hollywood have been apprehended. They confess to more than one hundred and
seventy five burglaries from locked cars during the past three and a half months.
At five o'clock that afternoon, Ben and I met with Chief Backstrand in his
office. How many admissions you have now? Over fifty? Ed here the
gang leader's statements. That's this story, man, Pretty much the same.
They always say, this woman Myra set up operation. You mean she got
the kids and put them to work burglarizing cars. Well, not exactly.
She picked the leaders, contacted them in bars or on the street, asking
them if they wanted to pick up some spare money getting auto parts for then
she didn't tell them to go out and burglarized cars. Well, not in
so many words, ed no. After they brought in auto parts for a
couple of weeks, she told them to bring her everything they could find outside
the car. Inside. Those the words she used. Five of the kids
dictated those words into this sign compation that should hold in court. What else
did you get on this woman? Oh, she taught him how to work
them to wear gloves all angles. H Well, we got most of the
small frime. Where do we find this Mara woman? Any description on her?
Yeah, kids say she's about thirty three thirty four, good looking,
redhead, five feet five, about one hundred and twenty world rare. No
description on the guy she runs with. You run a make on her yet?
Yeah, no previous record. We set up a stakeout for tonight.
Two of the gang leaders have volunteered to go along, as Milford and Vince
Mahoney Good down on Chavies where she usually meets them. Ye out fry eleven
fifteen. That's a regular time for the meet, according to the kid.
And I'll be at home call me. I don't want to miss out on
this one. When Ben and I left at Backstrand's office, we went home
for dinner. In a few hours sleep. At nine thirty pm, we
were back at the office. We met the men in the special Detail,
which backstranded a sign for the steakout that night. We briefed them on their
duties, and then we got Fred Milford and Vince Mahoney out of their cells.
To avoid any possible suspicion of the presence of a trap, we had
Milford's permission to use his car in the steakhout, the car which he had
said he had driven to the delivery meetings with the woman Mayra at least a
dozen times before we arrived at the steakout area Chavezali and East Maine at nine
fifty eight. The meeting was scheduled for eleven fifteen. The moon was out,
but the sky was overcast and it was a cold wind going from the
east. Hey, what time you got, sergeant? Mmm about saying why
a mail? Friends? Getting nervous? No, I just wondering, how
are your cops gonna rig this thing? In just a couple of minutes.
We're gonna plant you two in Milford's car parked up there in the alley.
Well, you stay there until Myra shows up. We'll do the rest.
Yeah, I know, But what'll we say, suppose she asked for some
stuff. We ain't got any. You won't need any. You won't have
much time for talking. Suppose she wises up, Maybe she'll pull a gun.
Maybe does she carry one? No, you never saw her with one.
Don't worry, Milford. We'll make sure you're not in danger. She's
an awful temper. That redhead got mad at me once when I squawked at
the price that she was paying us for radios? What was she paying you,
mahoney? And Nate too radio good shape? Seven bucks? She got
all the gravy and you got all the grief. Yeah not didn't Joe?
You? Yeah? Steve? What do you got? Oh? The man
are all stinked out? You? I got the area covered from every angle.
All right? You got an extra man to stay in Milford's car?
Oh I hadn't that my show? Fine? Thanks? Okay, Well set
you. Yeah, I'm Milford. Mahoney. We're gonna put you two in
your car. Now. That's going to be an officer with you. So
there's no need to be nervous or afraid. Just sit in the car and
act natural. When this Mara drives up. Don't leave the car. I
ever come to you. You got it? Sure? Okay, all right,
Joe, let's go. Sure is cold out. I don't even have
a heater in my car. I'm stolen enough, Okay, Steve here they
are all right, boys, get in first behind the wheel, Okayn,
in the middle. Now sit in the back and we'll be parking that garage
across the street. Steve got a perfect view of the alley. Okay,
then check with you later, right, mean night, Joe. Yeah,
come on, it's cold here in the garage in it, yeah, and
be a long way. What time you go? Six minutes past ten?
Thank you? Hi, Joe? What is it? It's nothing? I
thought that passion car was turned in the alley. Relaxed, surly, lonely
place dark gets on your nerve. M h that's it been half past eleven.
Nothing yet somebody might have tipped her all Yeah, that's what I was
afraid of. Now let's wait it out anyway, Joe, have blue Cooper
just turned in the alley. Let's go on, run ben by you all
right? Wake up, bullet fight? What'd you get Steve here? He
is just drove up in the coop, got out and called Milford mahoney.
By the first names. He's in on it. What about the girl?
No sign? Kid was the only one in the car. All right,
tell him and the steakouts offered, and I'd have him report back in.
We'll take a kid with us. Okay, all right, young fellow,
this way, are you cops thinking doing I ain't done nothing, look sport.
We heard that from fifty four different kids yesterday. We're tired of that
line. Come on. When we got back to the office, we took
the boy to the interrogation room and questioned him. He gave his name as
Matthew Lighter, aged twenty one. He wouldn't break until Vince Mahoney definitely identified
him as a member of his car burglary gang and the special favorite of the
red headed woman they called Myra. Then Lighter copped out and told Ben and
I that he had talked with Myra as late as ten o'clock tonight. He
told us that she had heard that the police had picked up some of the
gang members, and she asked Lighter to drive down to the Shabaz Alley meeting
place. He was supposed to tell Milfred and Mahoney that the weekly delivery date
was off until further notice. We questioned Matthew later for an hour and a
half. You told us a little while ago that you talked with this woman
Myra late tonight. Yeah, Where'd you talk to her? At her home?
Her home? Nope, he's stupid. Nobody knows where she lives.
I met her at a bar, which bar, Julius out of Santa Monica.
How did she contact you? Called me at home? She's not such
a bad name. She treats you right. Sure, that's why he in
jail. Did you ever call her on the phone. I don't know her
number. None of the kids too. She's smart. She taught me all
I know about the racket. You'll up a rough time getting her. Maybe
we'll get her. Ben and I left the office at two am and went
home to bed. We reported in at eight that morning to head Backstrand.
The three of us went down the street to Cocain's restaurant for a cup of
coffee. Nobody was in a good mood. We had most her haul the
small fry in the city white burglary ring, but it seemed we were still
a long way from cracking the inner circle. Latter kids said that none of
them knows where she lives. What our phone number is nothing advice of sugary.
I think we still have a few angles to study on that score.
Right now, I've got some more bad news for you. What's that you've
been through your mail this morning? No, that's yet. We haven't had
a chance. I saw the overnight reports. There were thirty two car burglaries
last night, thirty two all away from Wilmington to North Hollywood. How you
figured it? I can't. This girl Myra must have an army of kids
working for How much did they get in any idea? A rough estimate about
three thousand dollars. Usual stuff people are foolish enough to leave in their cars,
watches, cameras, furs, expensive clothes and always the same. And
like the others, the car happens to have a rigid handle locked. They
slip a piece of pipe over the handle for a lever and break it.
If that doesn't work, they probably open the wing window. Some of the
windows were smashed out. Sounds like an awful hurried joe. Yeah, maybe
this my once a few big nights before she pedals the stuff and gets out,
and we're going to get her. We can't waste time. Any suspects
picked up last night's giver none. Well, where'd they hit? Most of
the car outside the Pan Pacific the parking lot hockey game going on must have
been four thousand cars for them to pick over them. They picked the best,
as usual, and you better get on it. There's one way to
handle it. And what's that she works fast, You work a little faster.
She got back to the office and we went over the reports one by
one. Then we called the young gang members to the interrogation room and questioned
them separately and requested them we got nowhere. Many of them had met Myra
on the street in the bar, but not one of them had any idea
where she lives, at least that's what they told us. Men had a
hunch that matthew Ler knew more than he was telling. We had him brought
to the interrogation room and all that afternoon until ten o'clock that night, with
interruptions for his meal periods. We talked with Lighter. He would admit nothing
more than what he'd already told us. Yeah, it's got me beat,
Joe. Yeah, let's check it out. If we're going on, Joe,
I, Mike, give her in. There's mcgona whole room minute right
back hold them. Yeah. See who detectives always handing? Yeah, well
you Joe, Oh thanks, well yeah he does. We'll be right over
with Sergeant Hopkins over the jail man. Matthew Leder's got something to tell us,
says it's important. I have a chair here, Ladder. Yeah,
thanks, all right, you wanted to see us. I'm getting even with
that Dame Myra. I'm squaring with you. Yeah. She told me if
I was picked up, she'd have me out in a couple of hours.
She promised me a lawyer if anything happened, said, you'd get me bail.
All right. Where can we find her? I don't know if she's
there now, but you can find out at Francisco Motors, big use car
lot garage too shot on Melrose past Los Sianaca. What's the time. That's
where she fenced most of the stuff we stole. Some old guy she buddies
with runs the place, big shop in the back store. A lot of
hot stuff there, Barney, Yes, we're through with him. Take him
back. We checked with Chief Backstrand, and then we drove out to the
Francisco Motor Company. We located it on the corner of Melrose in Geneva Avenue
was a big layout consisted of a large used car lot sign bannering the slogan
de Luxeto accessories lowest prices in town. Along the back end of the lot
there was a large L shaped garage. We found the man in charge,
and he gave his name as Paul Hackett, the owner of the car lot.
In the garage we found the entrance to a large back storeroom was loaded
with thousands of dollars worth of at already spotlights, cratefuls of assorted car accessories.
Special closets built into the walls of the garage contain racks of fur coats,
suits, dresses. Below that smaller boxes containing watches and cameras, all
wrapped in tissue paper. You can save all of us a lot of time
and trouble by talking to us. Now, mister Hackett, where is Myra.
I don't know who you're talking about. I don't know what you're talking
about. Can you explain what we just found in your garage? I didn't
know it was there. I didn't know if stolen. Well, which is
it, mister Hackett, Make up your mind. I bought it, but
I didn't know it was stolen. You can't prove I didn't know. I
think we can prove it, mister Hackett. Some of those stolen car radio
stored back there. Serial numbers are filed off in this work bench here is
full of filings. I I didn't know. You'll have to do better than
that. How does Myra figure in? I don't know. I don't know
what you're talking about. It's all right with us, Hackett. We found
the stuff and we got you. We don't find Myra, you'll be doing
time for two people. Stand still. You can't. You can't do this
to be I don't know anything about. I'll have to come on, Hacket.
We've taken you in, all right, Get in the car. Come
on in the car, and I going to jail. You're going to jail,
all right. I'll take it to Myra. Well. Hack had told
us that Myra lived at thirteen forty five Munich Drive in Beverly Hills. He
said that he was Mayra's husband. He told us that he'd been in a
legitimate garage business for ten years before he married Myra. She talked him into
the ragon. He identified thirteen forty five Munich Drive as their home. When
we got there, we found stores of stolen property. Similar to those found
in the garage. Myra was not there. Hackett had no idea where she
might be. We sat down in the living room and waited one hour,
two hours, three hours. After five hours of waiting, the monotony started
to wear on everybody's nerves. Hackets the whole thing. It was her idea.
I should have known all hers. She did this to me. I
won't take it alone. Where is she? You tell us? Hackett told
you I don't know. She couldn't have gone. She didn't know. I'm
not going to try. That's your Paul. But I heard you're talking to
some see the police. The police, Your smart kids told them the whole
story. What are you talking about? My smart kids? Are these cops?
Get your dirty hands off me like kids, right, Joe? She
gotta do. Will you think your there? That'll hold you for a while?
All right? Come on, you two, let's go all right?
Copper you win? Stupid husbands? How many times I tell you, don't
trust those kids, don't start that stuff in the garage. Don't for anybody
get a lawyer. No, you knew better, dumb jerk. I did
have those cops camping in the living room waiting for me. Why didn't warn
me, little Diaborsa. That's what I'm gonna do. I'll stick you for
plenty, all right, inside, you two, you gotta smoke Ben m
Yeah, thanks, I'm just thinking. Boy, those kids were right.
She's a pretty nice looking woman. Yeah, nice face, beautiful figure.
Sure talks a lot, though, doesn't she. Yeah, Hey, Joe,
remind me to take home some flowers to my wife tonight. The story
you have just heard is cruel only the names were changed to protect the innocent.
Paul and Myra Hackett were tried and convicted on seven seve counts of receiving
stolen property. They are now serving out their sentences in the state penitentiary.
Realizing that most of the young persons involved in the case were influenced by the
strong personality of Paul and Myra Hackett, a separate investigation was made into the
backgrounds and home life of the young offenders. In most cases, they were
found to be basically good, and they were placed on probation and returned to
their homes. You have just heard the thirteenth in a new series of authentic
cases from official files. Technical advice for Dragnet comes from the Office of W.
A. Wharton, Acting Chief of Police, Los Angeles Police Department.
Tonight's program is dedicated to Detective Harry William Vosper of the Seattle Washington Police Department,
on the night of July twenty first, nineteen forty nine, gave his
life so that yours might be more secure. That came to you from Los
Angeles And now an important announcement. Starting this Saturday, September third, Dragnet
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Dragnet often talks about following a case step by step, and that's what
we get here. Mara was clever about how she taught the kids to handle
the robberies, and she was smart enough to limit her contacts in the number
of people who actually saw her and to further limit the ability of people she
meant to actually know who she was and where she actually lived. Of course,
Myra's cleverness had enough arrogance in it to lead to her undoing. Backstrand
had speculated that she'd try to leave town, but of course she couldn't,
at least not at great cost to her since her husband owned the garage.
The only way her plan actually works long term is if no one ever ever
got caught, or if they did, they didn't implicate anyone that would implicate
her, and she bet on teenagers at twenty one year olds to keep their
mouths shut and go to jail for her. It was a nice touch when
Backstrand raised the possibility that she'd merely ask for the auto part without telling them
to steal, even though the only way that most teenagers are going to get
the amount of parts and the type of parts that Myra quested was to steal
them. If that had been the case and she just asked for parts and
not requested they steal them, that would make prosecution more challenging, not impossible,
but challenging. It was a small piece of dialogue, but I really
liked it because it showed Backstrand was trying to make sure that he was on
solid ground before he went after Myra. It's interesting to compare this to some
of the fictional police on various programs who often go off half cock in their
efforts to get a quick arrest. I also really loved the bit of dry
humor when one of the kids complained that it was cold and they didn't even
have a heater in their car, and Romero pointed out, you guys have
stolen a lot of heaters. That was just a nice little touch on this
case. All right, onto listener comments and feedback, and we start with
Vicky, who wrote on Spotify regarding the episode Production eleven aka sixteen Jewel Thefts,
and Vicky writ's interesting episode. I don't understand why they took the suspect
with him instead of just having his picture taken. Well, Vicky, that's
a great question. Particularly said the picture would be far more pleasant than the
man. If I were to speculate, two things would really stand out to
me. The first is that they really needed his cooperation. If, as
it turned out to be the case, they couldn't locate all of the loot
in his apartment, they were going to need him to tell them where the
rest was. And I think another aspect of this was that the police hoped
for some bit of crack and his result. Because he was walking around in
this weather completely miserable, you know, not needing to follow the same you
know, suit and tie standard, but still walking around from place to place
in police custody, there had to be some hope that he might just say,
okay, Nava, I'll go ahead and tell you. And if not
that, then maybe he would have some sort of subtle way he would give
away that they were near his apartment. And in a way, I think
throughout this the sort of battle of wills kind of came to a standstill until
they actually found the apartment. And I think he had invested a lot in
being able to pull one over on the police, on them not actually ever
finding his place. That when they did find it and they found jewels and
he realized that ultimately they had him, that's when he gave in and cooperated.
I don't know whether he would have done that if they had left him
in lock up for nine days. So those are the reasons that I suspect
they did it. I'd love to hear other insights or suggestions. I don't
know if that would be legal today. I mean, he had been charged
he'd been arraigned and probably he could not make bail. That's kind of what
I would assume. And then the person who runs the spurdvack, that's the
Society to Preserve encourage radio, drama, variety and comedy rights. That was
an all time great episode. And then regarding Benny Trounzel Barney Wright's wonderful presentation
on YouTube, and then saysof rights, Hi Adam to help with the listener
question, I'm quite sure that the City Hall Bomber was played by the great
Parley Bear, and actually I recognized his voice as a different character in each
of the first several episodes. In episodes and nine, he was noticeably absent,
so I'm guessing that he decided to take a break after his intense performance
as the bomber. That was really the most intense performance I've ever heard from
Parly Bear, which was in sharp contrast to his low key performance as Chester
on gun Smoke. Well, thanks so much. I appreciate the email,
and I think we could take it as read. We had another listener who
thought it was Parly Bear, that Parly Bear was indeed the bomber. Again,
thank you so much for the comment over there on YouTube. And now
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