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[Kuulun muuut] Kun mietin tulevaa, ajattelen minulle tärkeitä ihmisiä ja sitä, mitä haluan tarjoita heille. Nordea Private Pankinniissä omasioitus johtajani auttaa tekemään päätöksiä, jotka kestävät aikaa. Näin perheenipysyy askeleen edelleen. Nordea Pistefi, Kautta Private Pankin. Joo, eidi arvon mitä? - Na? Isi lähti jumppona keman mulle vaan uudet sisätossut, mutta sitten löysi myös penaalin, jumppapussin, repun, jumapullon, sykemittori, kaluspaiden, luonaslaitikon, ja tosikallitlen. Ja, eidille sukmaa tai kukkia. - Karit. Oh jaa! - Miten gas nyt suubannan? Suuren moista. Suuren moisten elämä. [Musiikkia] V hover Sielläfullyradoppa, alueelta, annoyedangan publishera tehty, se on yksi kaiputtaa. Siis on somspower poitava feddeä. En edelleemme jo tällellisellisessä tarpeellisen jaarreョque廪ja. Mutta través niiden me caughti tehdä, jos perdeudaan, ensimmäisenä, våra ei joa, kesicesmedellisiä jälkeen. Ja ensimmäiselliselliselliselle yli vuotta päiväin, kuten qua näitämi都是 puhressa sаемся Онmasta, ja on yli on se, joten on se, että joten on se, että on yli vuotta päiväin, joten on yli vuotta päiväin, joten on yli vuotta päiväin, joten on yli vuotta päiväin, - I'm not going home. I'm feeling well at all. - I guess it's okay. - No, you just sit still, boy. You're not going in. - Me? - Red tab on your card down at the record bureau. Your last arrest made 22nd violation state narcotics act. You went out on a $1,500 bail. - Yeah, that's right. It was all legal. I paid for it. - Why didn't you show up for your preliminary hearing? - We got a bench warrant for your arrest. - No, no, that wouldn't do that to me. I was sick and bad. It couldn't make it to court. You just look at me. You can tell Ketchai out of being bad. - Yeah, you know, look good at all. Of course I don't know. I'm a sick man, really sick. I'll be in a hospital. - Well, maybe that's where they'll send you. - We continued questioning the suspect, Charles Boyd, who finally admitted that he'd gone to the drugstore early that morning for the purpose of burglarizing a place to obtain narcotics. He told us it was his first attempt at burglary and further interrogation proved beyond a doubt he had nothing to do with the current wave of safe burglaries. He was booked on the bench warrant and narcotics detail was notified of his arrest. For all practical purposes, we were right back where we'd started from two months before when the campaign of safe jobs first started. Boyd was just another in a long line of possible suspects who had to be tracked down and checked out. In the final analysis, they meant nothing to the case, but tracking them down and checking them out meant long hours of legwork, days, even weeks, and then more hours spent interrogating them. Boyd typified the possible suspect. He added nothing, but he couldn't be ignored. In the weeks that followed, stakeouts continued in the general area where the safe burglaries had been operating. No further leave. The investigation went on. On June 17th, Frank Smith and I drove out to the San Fernando Valley to check a lead on a possible suspect we've gotten from one of our informants. Who was that the possible suspect, and ex-convict with the name of Mark Chandler, who'd served time for burglary, had apparently come into some money recently. Through the parole office, we located Chandler on a chicken ranch just outside of Van Eyte. Yeah, I've been out here almost three months now. Nice life. Pretty hard work though. Got a few routine questions for you, Mark, like we told you in from burglary detail. I guess you know why we're out here. Yeah, I think I get the idea. I admit there was a time when you wouldn't be very welcome, but right now it's different. Anything I can do to help with your life, folks. We're going to lay it right on the table for you, Mark. You or Miss Plasty? Yeah, that's right. Me and my brother. Where'd the money come from? My brother. He set the whole thing up. Say you and your brother, who's money bought the place, Mark? Well, my brother made it down payment. You can check on it. The whole deal went through Esco right down here at the local bank. What's the deal anyway? Didn't you check with my parole officer? Yeah, we checked with Galilee. You told us you was still unactive for all of you were running a chicken ranch. Didn't say we were seeing your brother though. I thought I sold him in on it. I didn't have enough cash to swing the deal. My brother put up most of the deal. I only had 800 bucks. That's your car back there in the driveway, Mark? No, that's my brother's. Nice one, huh? I got permission from the parole officer, a drive. Say, would you mind walking back with me to the Guru Shack? I got a new batch of road islands in this morning. Dale or chicks got to be sure the heat's right. Yeah, all right. There's a lot of work around a place like this. I just built those pens there. Uh-huh. They're nice. Good looking flack of chicks there. Wouldn't you say four weeks old? Those are bar drops. And notice how they're starting to feather out already getting nice and heavy? Make wonderful friars, you know? Oh, that's all. Oh, yeah. Just me. Oh, look at that mash, Rick. They like things. I just saw that thing an hour ago. That's where the money goes. You know, that mash goes for better than five bucks a sack? Look, we don't want to take too much of your time, Chandler. We can see you're busy. We've got a couple of dates we'd like to check with you. Where you were or what you did. Oh, sure, fellas. Just let me check the temperature in the breeder house here. Won't take a minute. Hey, come on in. They're pretty cute when they're smaller. Let me see here. Just look at that, Andrew. Plow it all over again. It might be more than a thousand, I believe. Yeah, just right. '89. Gotta watch them pretty close the first week. Follow up the road lost the big back last week. Heating element in the breeder went out overnight. Oh, you've got to shove that door hard. Fix a little. Yeah, I'll get it. Okay, what else was it, officers? Glad to help you anywhere I can. Those days we want to check, Mark. It was almost a month ago, the weekend in May 7th. Yeah. Can you cop for your time on that weekend where you were or what you did? 7th. Yeah, let's see. Yeah, I was here. Any way I proved it. Yeah, I think so. I started here the 23rd of April. Been here every night since. Anyone we can check with on that? Well, my brother and his wife. They were here, they can tell you. Neighbors too. They come over for cards in the weekend. They come to think of it. I remember my parole officer was out to see me one of those weekends. And pretty sure that you can check with him. All right, Mark. Thanks. It wasn't a pitch anyway, Sergeant. The safe job's around town, is that it? That's it. You heard anything, Mark? Any rumble, though? No, sorry. This job keeps him pretty close to home. I don't get around at all. Maybe two, three nights a month. That's the only time I get out. That's all we're asking about. Before we left with the suspect, Mark Chandler, we called his parole officer and he substantiated the fact that he visited with Chandler on the night of May 7th, the date of one of the safe surgeries. We checked with his brother, his sister-in-law, and the neighbors, and all of them fully corroborated his story. Before we left, we were satisfied that Chandler had nothing to do with the safe surgeries, was just another of the more than half a hundred possible that we'd checked out in the course of the investigation. On June 22nd, we got a lead on still another one. It came from a proprietor of a fixed shop on West Peekle Boulevard near Normandy. We drove out to interview him. Yeah, just a minute officers. We will be in a minute, all right? Yeah, okay. We have to get these keys made. The lady will be back soon, says she needs them. What's the need out, Frank? 10 to 12. Are you hungry? Well, I didn't have much breakfast. How about dropping by for leafies, all right? It's me. I have to do the good French dip soon. I haven't been done it for a while. Well. All right, officer. Sorry to keep you waiting. I had to get the keys done. I promised the one. That's all right, Mr. Van Lauer. But what was it you wanted to see us about? Well, I don't know how to tell the truth. Maybe it's something. maybe it's nothing at all. I just don't know. I figured I ought to let somebody know about it. Yes, sir. The young fellow was in here the day before yesterday. His name was Ralph McKinley. He told me he lived around the neighborhood, but I don't think I ever saw him before. He didn't act right to me. He said he's an inventor. He doubt it, so he just didn't look the part to me. The young fellow, you know, dresses pretty flashy. Never met an inventor that looked like that before. What do you want with you, sir? He wanted me to make up a piece of machinery for him. He said it was a special part of a new gadget he was working on. He brought in his own drawing of it, bang. I got it down here someplace. What did the young fellow look like? Would you remember that? No typical cool room cowboy, I guess. About 29, 30 years old. And thin side tall. Got a lot of gray hair for a young fellow. Hair was almost gray. He was the drawing. This is what he wants me to make up for him. Hmm. What do you think it's supposed to be? This McKinley said it was part of a new hydraulic press he's working on. I got a few doubts about that. How do you mean? I've been tinkering around in this business long enough to know what goes into a hydraulic press. Can't see where this thing fits in at all. What's your idea on it? I think it's a post. Only one job there any good for. Yeah. Breaking into a safe. Before we left the fixit shop, Vano, and gave us a complete description of Ralph McKinley, the man who'd ordered the gadget made for him. We showed him several mug shots of possible suspects, but he was unable to make any identification. Vano told us that McKinley said he'd call back in about three or four days to pick it up. Except for the man's chance remark that he lived in the neighborhood, Vano and had no idea as to his whereabouts. 12-10pm. We drove back to the office and made arrangements for an immediate stake out of the fixit shop. Then we checked the name and description of Ralph McKinley through R&I and through the staff's office. It got us nothing. As far as we could find out, he had no previous criminal record. The end of the week came and went. The man known as McKinley failed to show up at Vano and fixed its shop to pick up the article that he'd ordered. 8 o'clock Monday morning, June 28th. We got the report when we checked in for work. Despite all precautions, another safe job had occurred over the weekend. This time at a liquor store on South Alvarado. The time, the area and the MO were generally the same. Frank and I drove out to the location. The store was located in the middle of the block directly beneath an apartment hotel. Two of the rooms on the second floor of the hotel were situated above the liquor store. In one of these rooms, a hole had been ripped in the floor. A hole large enough to allow a man to pass through it and gene access to the liquor store directly beneath. After we checked over the room, we put in a call for Ray Pinker in the crime lab crew. Then we went downstairs to interview the manager of the hotel, a Clyde Winters. I rented that room Friday night, a couple of young followers. They checked in a few minutes before 7. I think I'm pretty good judge of faces. I sure didn't look like thieves to me. How'd they register them at the winter? One sign is named Gordon. The other one was Richard's tonight. I think. The register is right outside of the desk. You can check it if you like. Yes, sir. We'd like to do that. When these two men Gordon and Richard's in check in here, did they have any baggage with them? Would you know that? Oh, yes. They had baggage. They took most of it with them. They left a few old clothes behind. They must have left for the back way. Sometimes late Sunday night, I figure. Imagine tearing up the floor of that room. The lousy bumz I should like to get my hands on. Did they have a card, you know? I got the license, though. You think you'd recognize it too many if you saw them again? I'll pick them in a minute. You sure that I? I'll ask them. I know them in a minute, especially young followers. And they couldn't have been more than 27, 28 years old. That was great. It was completely great. You are listening to "Dragnet," authentic stories of your police force and action. Monday, June 28, 8.55 AM. The Crime Lab crew arrived at the scene of the latest safe burgery, the liquor store on South Alvarado and began their investigation. The store was gone over thoroughly as well as the hotel room directly above it through which the burders had gained access by ripping a hole in the floor. In the store itself, a few feet from the safe, the men from the Crime Lab found what appeared to be a broken button, probably off a coat. They also found a crumple envelope on the floor with the name "F Gordon" on it, written in pencil. Along with the half a dozen pieces of clothing found in the hotel room, the items were taken back to the Crime Lab for further examination. 9.10 AM. After we finished interviewing the hotel manager, Clyde Winters, Frank Smith and I returned to the office with a license number and description of the suspect's car as well as exemplars of their handwriting which we'd obtained from the hotel register. We gave our DMV all the information on the car and they began an immediate check. The vehicle was registered in the name of Ralph McKinley at a Bronson Avenue address. The legal owner was a local bank. We checked the Bronson Avenue place but they told us there that the man known as McKinley had moved out seven months before. They had no information on his whereabouts. 10.20 AM. We talked to the people at the bank which held a pink slip on the car. They told us that the last two monthly payments on the car had been mailed in from a Clifford Street address. A one-story duplex apartment building near the intersection of Clifford and Beverly Boulevard. Nice unit, aren't you? We're going up all over town. You seem to be, don't you? I'll get it. Yeah? Your name Ralph McKinley? Yeah, that's right. Police officers, you want to get your coat McKinley like talking downtown? What for? It's all over. Anybody else living here with you? No, just myself. Look, you mind telling me what this all about? I've got a few questions we'd like to ask. You won't take long. I can't go with you now. I've got a business point. I haven't had a ton of last couple months. I'm due back on the job to do. Yeah, so? Yeah, I just can't spare the time appointments all day long. I got a whole flock of business I have to clear up. That makes us even. Come on, let's go. Well, there wasn't much doubt about McKinley. He fitted the suspect's description almost perfectly. Paul's life-build approximately 29 years of age prematurely gray hair. We went over the apartment, but there was no sign of anyone else on the premises. No sign of any of the loot taken in the burglaries. We checked the adjoining garage, but it was empty. The suspect refused to admit that he even owned a car. Frank got on the phone, called the officer and arranged for an immediate stake out on the apartment. When the men arrived, we drove McKinley back to the city hall and took him to the interrogation room. He was arrogant and uncooperative. We talked to him for a full hour, but he didn't admit nothing. Frank left and went down the street to the crime lab to check with Ray Pinker on his binding. I continued questioning McKinley. I don't care what the old man says. I don't know what you're talking about. He described you perfectly. He says you were in his fix at shop a little over a week ago. You told him you were an inventor. You ordered this gadget from him. I don't get it. What's that supposed to prove? Well, you admit you went to the old man. You had to make this thing up for you. I don't admit anything. Why should I? All we're looking for is a straight story. We're going to get it sooner or later. McKinley might as well be now. You're getting nothing from me. I don't know if it's a tell you what's going on. How about the hotel around South Alvarado? You stayed there last week now. Of course not. Why should I go to a hotel? I stayed in my place. But you said you'd been away. You just got back in town. Sure, that's what I said. I just got back last week. Well, and you didn't stay at that hotel on South Alvarado. I told you I didn't. I don't even know of the place. But you know Mr. Van O on the old fellow at the fix at shop. I don't know him either. I don't even go near that end of time. What end of time? What are you talking about? Where you said the shop is? I didn't even mention where it was. I asked you if you knew Mr. Van O and if you ever went to his fix at shop to order anything. But what are you lying for? What's the angle? No angle, McKinley. I told you I'd like to have a straight story. That's all. Well, you got it, mister. You heard everything I have to say. I don't know any old man. I don't know anything about that hotel. Friday talking. Yeah, done. How to go. Uh-huh. Alright, see. Yeah, we'll pick it up. No, we'll pick it up. Right? Thanks a lot. You're a library, good McKinley. Now what are you talking about? That was our handwriting, man. He just finished checking those exemplars of your handwriting we got from you. He compared him to a signature in the register at the hotel on South El Verrata. I already told you. I don't know the place. Young fellow, the name of Richardson checked in there. Friday night about seven o'clock. He signed the register. The signature is in your handwriting, McKinley. Yeah, sure. That's right. I never been there. Now look, you're going to have to do better in that fellow. The hotel manager is on his way down here. Not to identify you. So is Mr. Van O and from that fix at shop. Maybe you better piece together a new story, huh? You've got my story. Cop I was out of town. You can't prove I was. All right, McKinley, where you want to go? How'd it go? Pretty good. Great pinker finished checking. I stepped the crime away. Here's a report on it. Thank you. Just about so as it up. No doubt about it. All right. What is it this time? Or your phony charges? I want out of here. Can't be done, McKinley. Report on the clothes. Found in that hotel room. Not my clothes. I wasn't even in the place. I'd say you were. Cleaning tags on a pair of trousers. One of the coats. Tracing through the dry cleaners to you. The lie I told you I wasn't in the place. I just something else here, fella. They ran tests on all the clothes they found in your room. They found particles of fire clay from the safe that you broke into. Down below in the liquor store. Your coach or trousers. They were covered with a stuffed figure. When you ripped up the floor of that hotel room, you picked up something else on the clothes. Particles of floor varnies. Small bits of wood. They all find. You threw? No, not quite. A piece of broken coat button. We picked up a couple of feet from the safe. They match it up with one of the buttons on your coat of broken one. The piece is fit perfectly. Can we have about it? Got my story. You got a lot to explain. I'll take my chances. What's the pitch, McKinley? You know you've got to come up with a story. My as well be now. There's no story, too. I was out of time. I told you that. Why don't you get off it, mister? It's not going to take much to make a liar out of you. You know that, don't you? Why don't you get off my back, Betoia? I told you everything I'm going to tell you. Sit down, McKinley. I'm getting out of here. Sit down. All right. Go ahead. I can wait it out as long as you can. I doubt that. Okay. Med bacon. That's it? Oh, yeah, yeah. What is it? It's right. When? Fine. Yeah. Thank you. Piece of news for you, McKinley. Yeah. Your partner came back to your place a few minutes ago. I'm inflicting them up. They're bringing them in now. Yeah, there's no news to me. I don't have any partner. I'm in business for myself. That's what your partner figure is. Tell me he claims you got all the money. He thinks you were trying to run out on it. Oh, what money? Look, I showed you my wallet. You know how much I got. We're going to ask you just once more. You got it. There's nothing else to say. All right, Frank. Yeah, let's book him in. Go ahead and derogate as his partner's willing to talk. I'll get the story from him. All right, McKinley. Let's go. What do you mean, go away? I mean, jail. We're booking in. Come on, let's go. Go ahead, Frank. Yeah. Come on. What do you say, anyway, this guy you say that picked up on your partner? I told you what he said. Why, what's the name? Nothing. Just that. Better order up us tonight, or for a hot job. Have already to take the statement when they bring the guy in. Yeah, that's a good idea. Sorry? Yeah. Let's go back. I'll tell you. The story you have just heard was true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On September 19, trial was held in Superior Court Department 91, City and County of Los Angeles, state of California. In a moment, the results of that trial. Ralph Arthur McKinley and his accomplice, John Warren Hatfield, were tried and convicted on six counts of second degree burglary. They received sentences as prescribed by law. Second degree burglary is punishable by imprisonment in the county jail for not more than one year. Or by imprisonment in the state penitentiary for not less than one, nor more than 15 years. Ladies and gentlemen, to protect our nation and the free world against communist aggression, we must produce vast quantities of guns, planes, tanks and explosives. Defensive our country against aggression abroad and inflation at home depends on our ability to fill both our military and civilian requirements. Remember the better we produce, the stronger we grow. You have just heard "Dragment," a series of authentic cases from official files. Technical advice comes from the office of Chief of Police, W.H. Parker, Los Angeles Police Department. Technical advisors Captain Jack Donahose, Sergeant Marty Wynn, Sergeant France Pratier. Her tonight where Harry Bartel, Stacy Harris, Jack Ruchin, scripted by Jim Moser, music by Walter Schumann, Hal Gippey speaking. There's more adventurous entertainment with night beat next on NBC. We welcome back, well Martin Milner was unable to say anything. We welcome back, well Martin Milner was unable to appear whether it was illness or a scheduling conflict we don't know. But given the short length of the bill Lockwood in Combinsale, It's a bit unfortunate. Now of course, Frank Smith would become Friday's new partner, although not Frank Smith as we hear him hear. But it is fair to say that Webb was pretty well settled on that being the name and fairly quickly. In June 1952, the Dragnet comic strip was launched and it featured Friday having a partner of Frank Smith. And that would be a theme where that would be the predominant name. Even as they tried, a couple of different actors in the particular part. So it begins to look more and more like Frank Smith, whoever that's going to be. I do have to say regarding or criminal. I don't think anyone should be a criminal. But that goes double A and triple A for those of us who are distinctly identifiable. I know that there are quite a few people for whom it's a bit of a pastime to look at local booking photos and people who really really do stand out. And few things stand out like prematurely a grain man in his 20s. Or at least few things that had back in 1952. People have found a whole lot of other even more distinct ways to stand out. Now whether his partner had told all or not, there's a good case to argue or to imagine that they were making up a story to get a confession. I think they were doing the guy a favor whether that was their intention or not. Because yeah, he was going to jail regardless because he was just too recognizable not to. But at least he didn't take the full heed alone. Alright, well now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day. And I want to thank Jeffrey. Patreon supporter since October 2023, currently supporting the podcast at the detective sergeant level of $7.14 or more per month. Thanks for your support Jeffrey and that will do it for today. If you are enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software. And be sure to rate and review the podcast wherever you download it from. We'll be back next Thursday with another episode of Dragnet. But join us back here tomorrow for your truly Johnny Dollar Wear. I'm 5 and a half for a cab to 727 East 51. A real fancy place in the drum and war enough go-brake to think of battleship. I showed him my credentials and he has the elevator boy taking up to the single apartment on the whole 7th floor. It's pretty hard to. I think it's a bit dark open like a huge one. Maybe better ring some. Yeah. 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