All language subtitles for Dragnet - 01x03 - The Kidnapping_track3_[eng]-en

[ Frida y Nam? ting]
This is the ciz‘y— [as Ange/es, California,

/t’5 the motion picture capital
of the world,

Some come to [as Ange/es
to see the stars or try to become one.

Others come here and die.

When they go suddenly
and with no apparent reason,
that’s when / go to work.

/ car/ya badge,

/t was Wednesday, April 73,
/t was warm in Los Ange/es.

We were working the day watch
out of Homicide Di Vision,

The boss is Hugh Bro wn.
My partner is Bill Gannon.
Myname’s Friday

/t was 72:20.
/ was on my way to lunch.

A man by the name ofA/exander Troy
wou/dn ’t be eating lunch today

We ’d meet him in 50 minutes,
but he wou/dn ’t meet us.

He ’d ha ve been dead
forat least 70 hours.

[Man Narrating]
The story you are about to see is true.

The names have been changed
to protect the innocent

Hi,Joe.
Hello, Dorothy.

Is that all you‘re having?
Every day.
I‘m a light eater.

No salt. Some wife. She never
puts salt in, and she knows
I can‘t eat an egg without salt.

I thought you were
on a salt—free diet.

— Have an egg, Miller.
— No, thanks.

— How ‘bout a cookie?
— I‘m on a sugar—free diet too.

— What‘s the matter?
Cafeteria crowded, was it?
— A mission ofmercy.

Your partner lefl‘ his lunch
on my desk this morning
I hate to eat alone.

Yeah. She is prettier
than Petrovich or Higbie at that.

Thanks, friend.
Have a cookie.

My daughter made them.
Oatmeal and honey.

— Not bad.
— Ifyou had a wife,
I‘d give her the recipe.

Now, that‘s the biggest incentive
I ever heard for a man to rush out
and get married.

Well, he wou/dn ’t have
to fight that lunchroom mob every day

Now, you tell me: Would you
let your daughter marry a cop?

—Joe, she‘s only nine.
— I‘ll wait.

— Friday. Gannon.
How are things in the business office?
— As usual.

— Had yourlunch?
—Just finishing up.

— Eat it on the way.
— What do you got?

— 62—year—old man.
—Yeah?

Somebody beat him
to death with a hammer.

[Friday Narra ting]
7:07 p. m. Bill and / drove
over to 77th Street

We turned north
and headed for the 800 block

/t took us nine minutes
to reach the address—
a two—story apartment building

There were six units on each floor.
The dead man was in Apartment 207.

[ Friday]
Homicide.
In there, Sergeant.

All these people live here?
Yes, sir.

We‘ll wanna talkto ‘em.
Right, Sergeant.

Friday and Gannon,
Homicide.
Goldman, iA—12.

Dead man‘s the manager.
Who put in the call?

The old man outside
with my partner.
Name‘s Louis Adams.

Must‘ve happened
a good 10, 12 hours ago.
Rigor‘s set in. Pretty vicious,Joe.

Yeah.
Hammer. Looks like
the first two blows did it.

And the last four
changed his personality.

Phone in the hall.
I‘ll askthe Skipper
to make the notifications.

What‘s the victim‘s full name?
Alexander Troy.

Did you pick up anything
on the name Fred?
Nota thing, Sergeant.

Broken piggy bank.
Think that could be the motive?

It‘s been done for less.

[Chattering]
Right. Thanks.

I wonder ifyou people would mind
waiting in your apartments, please?
[Officer] All right, folks.

Thankyou very much.
Latent Prints and photog
are on the way.

Right.
We‘re police officers. This is
Sergeant Friday. My name‘s Gannon.

Oh, I‘m Mrs. Ridges.
I‘m up in 304.

I wonder ifI could
speak to you before you go?
Yes, ma‘am.

Thankyou.

Your name Louis Adams?
That‘s right.

— [ Friday] You live in the building, doyou?
— 202.

— You wanna tell us what happened?
—Well, about 1 2:30 maybe, I knocked.

Alex didn‘t answer,
so I called to him.

/ know he ’s gotta be in there.

Every Wednesday, we go to the cemetery.
We put flowers on the wives‘ graves.

— When‘s the last time
you saw Mr. Troy?
— Last night.

— Were you in his apartment?
— Oh, no, sir. I just seen him here
in the hallway.

— What time was that?
Do you remember?
— Around 6:00 last night.

— Was he alone,
or was someone with him?
— He was alone.

Him and me,
we don‘t have many friends.

Him, he don‘t
have no friends now.

Did he know anybody named Fred,
would you know?

No, sir. Nobody
I ever heard him mention.

Did you ever hear him argue
with anybody? He ever get
into a fight with any tenants?

Maybe somebody
behind in their rent,
anything like that?

Not Alex. He never
threw anybody out that
got behind in their rent.

He let ‘em stay on. He trusted ‘em.
And they always paid up too.

All right, sir. Thankyou.
We‘ll wanna check back with you.

— Wednesdays are gonna
be a lot longer now.
— How‘s that, sir?

There‘s three graves I got
to put flowers on now.

[Friday]
Goldman?

We‘ll be up in 304.
Let us know when that print man
and photog get here, will you?

Right, Sergeant.
[Door Closes]

[ Mrs. Ridges]
/t is open.

— Mrs. Ridges, you wanted to see us?
— Yes.

Uh, will you be taking fingerprints
in poor Troy‘s room?

— Why?
— Well, I‘m afraid you‘re going to
find Terry‘s fingerprints all over there.

Terry?
Terry Ridges. He is m yson. He is 79.

— He was with Troy last night.
— What time was that?

10:00,11:00.
I don‘t know. Something like that.

— Did he play cards with Mr. Troy?
— Yes, I guess so.

Troy was a card nut.
He‘d play cards with anybody.

You oryour son happen to know
anyone by the name of Fred?

Fred? No, neither one of us.

— Where‘s your son now, Mrs. Ridges?
— He‘s working.

He’s a box boyat the Falcon Market
/t’s the one on the corner.

You mind ifwe look around,
Mrs. Ridges?
No. Go right ahead.

[ Mrs. Ridges]
/ wasn ’t expecting company / guess
/shou/d’i/e put that laundry a way

Yes, ma‘am.

Mrs. Ridges, this T—shirt—
this belonged to your son?

Oh, he spilled something on it.
I tried to wash it offfor him—
chocolate or something.

Doyou mind
ifwe take it along?
Why should I? I know it‘s chocolate.

We‘ll leave you one
ofour cards, Mrs. Ridges.

Officers, would you let me know
ifit‘s chocolate or something else?
Yes, ma‘am.

Either way.

[Friday Narrating]
5. /. D. ran Terry Ridges ’s T—shirt through.

The stain was human blood
type "0. ”Alexander Troy, the victim,
also had type "0. ”

You guys know
where the murder cops hang out?
We‘re headed there. We‘ll show you.

I‘m lookin‘ for two fuzz
named Friday and Gannon.
You found ‘em.

Understand you‘re lookin‘ for me.
We‘re lookin‘ for a lot
of people.

Ridges is my name.
Terry Ridges.
Come on.

We wanna
askyou a few questions.

That‘s why I‘m here.
My old lady told me.
Tough. Old man Troy was okay.

In here.

Sit down.

Before we talk,
we want to advise you
ofyour constitutional rights.

— I‘m a minor, daddy.
— Minors have rights too.

Any statement you make to us
may be used against you
in a court oflaw.

You have the right to remain silent
You have the right to the presence
of an attorney

Ifyou cannot afford one,
one will be appointed
before any questioning.

— Do you understand that?
— What‘s the difference?
I got nothing to hide.

[Friday]
Do you understand it?
Yeah,yeah. I dig. I dig.

— What blood type are you?
— What am I?A doctor?
How should I know? Let‘s say “hot.“

What time was it
when you last saw Alexander Troy?

— You wanna know
about the blood on my T—shirt, huh?
— When‘d you last see Troy?

10:30, 1 1:00, something like that.
Me and Chick.

—Chick?
—This barber. Lives in the building.

—This fella Chick—
What‘s his full name?
— Chick‘s all I know. Ask him.

Where will we find him?
Right downstairs
in the lobby.

[Friday Narra ting]
Chick’s full name was Chesne y Guthrie.
He was anxious to cooperate.

Terry Ridges waited in the squad room
while we talked to him.

We advised Guthrie ofhis rights.
You understand that,
Mr. Guthrie?

Yes. Very fair. Very fair.

— You‘re a barber, that right?
— Oh, no. I‘m a hairstylist.
There‘s a difference.

Now, you go to a barber,
but a hairstylist could do wonders
foryou.

You stay with your barber.
Nothing personal.

— Do you know your blood type, Guthrie?
— Ofcourse. I‘m a frequent donor
at the Red Cross.

I‘m type “.“O

Oh, I see. The blood on Terry‘s shirt?
Yeah, that‘s mine.

I‘m afraid
I had a nosebleed last night.

— Do you have nosebleeds often?
— No, but then, I don‘t get hit
in the nose often either.

—Who hityou?
—Terry. He hit me
with a can of hair spray.

My nose started to bleed
and / grabbed him.
/t must’ve got on his shirt

— Why‘d he hityou?
— It started when I asked him
for the money.

—What money?
— I style his hairfor him, see.

Now, we get $1 2 for a styling.
I offered to style Terry‘s hair for four.

He agreed. And then after Mr. Troy
told him how nice he looked,
we went back to my place.

— What time did you see Troy?
— Oh, around 10:30 or so.

Mr. Troy told Terry
I‘d done a superbjob,
which I had, ofcourse.

Sure. How long
were you in the Troy apartment?

Oh, five, maybe 1 0 minutes.

— The other man made some nasty remarks
about hairstyling.
— What other man?

— The one
Alex was playing cards with.
—What‘s his name? Do you know?

Oh, I don‘t recall.
He‘s new in the building.

From back Fast some where,
/'udging fl’om his way ofspeaking

All I know is I get the impression
he doesn‘t like me.

So I give him the impression
I don‘t like him.

— Was he still with Troy
when you and Terry left?
— Yeah. Playing cards.

Terry and I went back up
to my place—303 I‘m in—

and / was starting to spray his hair
when / reminded him
about the four dollars he owed me,

and he got annoyed.

— Anything else you‘d like to add?
— Well, gentlemen,

ifyou suspect that Terry
had anything to do with Mr. Troy‘s death—

Believe me,
he ’s a fine young man.

Oh, temper, yeah,
but he gets over it right away.

Look, instead ofasking him questions,
or even me, for that matter,
why don‘t you talk to the man in 302?

—Tell us again.
— The cocky one from back East
that was playing cards with Alex.

He‘s not nice.

[Friday Narra ting]
3.55 p. m. We asked Ridges and Guthrie
to keep us advised of their whereabouts.

4:09 p. m. Bill and / arrived
back at the scene of the murder
to look fora man named Fred..

in Apartment 302.

The door was slightly ayar

Looks like he left
in a hurry.

Looks like he had a reason.

Well, who areyou?
We‘re police officers.

Good. My name‘s Marcus Denner.
I own this building.

Can you give us the name
ofthe tenant in 302?
[Denner] Not ofi‘hand no.

But Troy‘ll have the name
in his rent receipt book.

— Where would that be, sir?
— Right down here. Come on.

Hold it a minute
before you seal it.
Thanks.

He kept it right over here
in the bookcase.

You know, I was here
just last week picking up the rents.
We deal in cash only.

It‘s a sad thing. A sad thing.

Well, that‘s gone.
I suppose you noticed that.

What‘s that, sir?
The cash box. Couldn‘t have been
very much in it since last week.

Would you know
exactly how much?
No, but I‘ll figure it up and giveyou a call.

Appreciate that.
There they are.

Well, that‘s funny.

[ Friday]
Receipt‘s been torn out.

[Friday Narra ting]
A check oprartment 302 re vealed
a telegram that had been torn to pieces.

[Gannon] From Boston.
Addressed to Frederic L Tosca,
Wharf Hotel, San Francisco.

"Remain there. L etter fol/o ws. Dad ”

I‘ll get offa radiogram to Boston.
I‘ll call the Whaerotel.

[ Mrs. Ridges]
Sergeant?

Mrs. Ridges?
My car. It‘s been stolen.

When?
All I know is I parkit
out in front every night,

and I went down this morning
and it wasn‘t there.

It‘s a red Plymouth Barracuda,
license numberTVQ553.

What year is the car?
1966.

Does your son ever drive it?
Sometimes,
but I asked him.

He thought maybe
it was the finance company.
I‘m behind in my payments.

But I called,
and it wasn‘t them.
It‘s been stolen.

I see.
Can you get it back?

We‘ll try.

That‘s it. We‘ll be in as soon
as we finish up here. Thanks, Ed.
Hold on a minute.

Hang on.
Hello, Ed?
This is Friday. Yeah.

On that A. P. B. on Tosca—
He‘s probably driving a stolen
‘66 red Plymouth Barracuda,

Tom—Victor—Queen 553.

You got it?
Right. Thanks a lot.

Ridges woman says
her car is missing. Outside chance
Tosca might‘ve stolen it.

Maybe. There‘s nothing else here.
I told the coroner we‘d seal the door.

Excuse me, sirs.
Do you know when is Alex‘s funeral?
No, sir. We wouldn‘t know that.

There‘s something really important
that I got to tell the mortician.
What‘s that, Mr. Adams?

It‘s about his wife‘s wedding ring.
He wanted it to be buried with him.

Does the mortician have it?
No, sir. We didn‘t find anyjewelry
in the room.

Well, he kept it right
on the nightstand by his bed.

Could we look, please?
Yes, sir. All right.

Can I touch this?
Yes, sir.
Go right ahead.

Oh, no. It‘s gone.
He always left it right there
in plain sight.

Yes, sir.
Could you describe the ring for us?

Braided gold
with little blue stones.

Who would want to do that?
Steal a poor dead man‘s ring?

What kind ofa person would do that?
Same kind who‘d beat him to death
with a claw hammer.

[Friday Narra ting]
548 p. m. Bill and / returned to the RA. B
We had an ans wer fl’om Boston.

Captain Brown brought in the information
that had come in over L FTS—

the Law Enforcement Teletype System.

“Subject wanted by authorities
in Boston for car theft, assault
and assault with intent to kill.

Frederic L. Tosca,
male Caucasian, age 1 9."

L ooks like he might
have a traveling companion.
Yeah? Who‘s that?

“Female Caucasian
Camille Gearhardt, age 17,
reported missing.

Alleged gir/fl’iend ofsuspect ”
Here is a rundown on Tosca is record

He’s a real hardnose.
Hmm. First arrest—
armed robbery— age 12.

— You still got a stakeout
on that apartment?
— Right, Skipper.

— How ‘bout a radiogram on the car?
— Went out this afternoon.

[Phone Ringing]

Homicide. Friday. I see.

Thankyou very much, Mr. Denner.
What‘s th— No, sir. No, not yet.

— The price oflife
keeps goin‘ down, doesn‘t it?
— Hmm?

Troy was killed for $6.58.

[Friday Narra ting]
7:35 p. m. Bill had gone home.
/ stayed to clean up some paperwork

/t was a warm evening
so / walked across the street,
grabbed a sandwich and went home.

When / got there,
the phone was ringing

The Cotton wood Arizona Police Department
had oursuspect in custody

The Gearhardt girl
was being held with him.

7 005 p. m. Extradition papers
were made out

Bill had drawn
the necessaiy expense money
for the trip to Cotton wood An'zona.

We gotta move it ifwe‘re gonna
catch that 1 1:00 fiight.
Yours?

Don‘t be funny. Dorothy Miller‘s
comin‘ along to handle the girl.
Where‘s your gear?

Don‘t worry. I got it.
Where?

You wouldn‘t catch me
carrying one ofthose spy cases.
Where‘s your gear?

Oh, come on,Joe.
Toothbrush, toothpaste, razor,

clean socks, clean underwear,
clean shirt.

You could‘ve fooled me.
Sure.

You know,Joe, in all the years
we‘ve worked together,
you still haven‘t learned.

What‘s that?
How to travel light.

[Friday Narra ting]
7 :00 a. m., April 7 4.
We landed at Flagstafif An'zona,

where we were met
by Chief F verett 5noddy
of the Cotton wood Police Department

While he drove us
the necessary50 miles to Cottonwood
he filled us in.

0fi7cerAl Ward
had observed the stolen vehicle...

and had apprehended the suspect
and his gir/fiiend as they were
speeding on High way 89.

They were taken into custody
and held in the Cottonwood jail

2: 7 5 a. m. Police woman Mil/er
brought the female suspect,
Camille Gearhardt,

fiom her jail cell
to Chief5noddy’s office.

You got a lot of nerve,
wakin‘ me up in the middle
ofthe night like this.

These are Los Angeles police officers.
They want to askyou a few questions.

It‘s our duty to inform you
that you have the right—

Answer or not answer
or get me a lawyer. I know.
I know the whole scam.

— You got a cigarette?
— You old enough to smoke?

I‘m old enough to do anything,
including clam up.

I know my rights, fuzz,
and I got a right to not even
talk to you.

You’re wasting your time
and mybeautys/eep,
’cause /ain ’t tel/in ’ you nothinj

not a thing about nothin‘.

Now, how ‘bout that cigarette,
and let me get back to that fieabag
they call a cell.

You got nice eyes...
for a cop.

And I‘ll bet your mother
had aloud bark.

[Friday Narra ting]
2.22 a. m. Bill advised the suspect,
Frederic L. Tosca, of his rights.

You said that real nice, Shorty.
I understand that good.

Your little buddy here,
he oughta be in the movies.

— Do you understand
why you‘re under arrest?
— Yeah.

Because these small—town cops
watch too much TV.

They think
they‘re all]. Edgar Hoover,
but they‘ve got nothing on me,

and like you said Shorty,
/ understand my rights.

— Anything you‘d like to tell us?
— Sure. The capital ofCalifornia
is Sacramento.

The capital of Florida is Tallahassee.
The capital of Texas is Austin.

— What else do you wanna know?
— Where‘d you get that car
you were driving?

The capital of New York is Albany.
The capital ofNevada is Reno.

Anything else?
Why did you kill Alexander Troy?

You may not believe this,
Officer, but...

the capital of Kansas is Topeka.

Now, on the other hand,
the capital ofVermont is—

—All right. Let‘s go, Tosca.
— You mean, that‘s all you want
from me?

You‘d better brush up
on your geography.

— Is that right?
— The capital of Nevada is Carson City.

[Friday Narrating]
8:75am, Thursday, April 74.

We ’d had four hours ’s/eep,
a quick breakfast and had
obtained a warrant ..

to search the car Tosca had stolen
fiom Mrs. Ridges in L os Ange/es.

The Cotton wood police
had impounded the vehicle.

Troy‘s rent book.
The receipt that was torn out.

Maybe that punk tore himselfout
a ticket to San Quentin.

[Friday Narrating]
We brought Camille Gearhardt
back to ChiefSnoddy’s office. 7020 a.m.

You guys must have thick ears. Didn‘t
you hear me when I told ya last night?
I‘m not answering no questions.

We‘re not gonna askyou any,
Camille, because you don‘t
seem to know anything.

We‘re gonna tell you what happened
so you will know,
in case anybody asks ya.

Now, listen carefully.
You and Fred went down
to Mr. Troy‘s apartment.

You hit him with a hammer.
You stole his money

You tore the rent receipt out of his book
so nobody would kno w your name.

And you stole a red automobile
from in front ofthe apartment house.

— I don‘t know what you‘re talkin‘ about.
— Fred wadded up the rent receipt
and threw it out the car window,

but it blew back
into the luggage area.

—And here it is.
— [Slams Desk]

Now, Camille,
do you ha ve any questions?

—You stupid guys really think
I‘m a dumb—dumb, don‘t you? I ain‘t that dumb.
— Prove it.

What ifFred did kill the old man,
just supposing, and what
ifhe did take the car?

I know the law, mister,
and I know a wife can‘t testify
against her husband.

— Are you married, Miss Gearhardt?
— What do you think that is? A bagel?

[Gannon]
Braided gold with small blue stones.

Yeah, Camille,
I guess you are married.

You guess. What else
doyou thinka ring means?

Well, I‘ll tell you this one means
you‘re both goin‘ back to Los Angeles
to stand trial for murder.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Like the wayyou two handled that.
Real style.

Wouldn‘t have been anything
to handle ifitwasn‘t
foryour department, Chief.

Say, you being from LA. and all,
maybe you‘ve got an idea
how I might work something out.

—Well, we‘ll be glad to help ifwe can.
— You see, there‘s Bob Weigl, AI Ward
and me.

— That‘s all there is.
— How do you mean, Chief?

— That‘s the whole department here.
Three of us.
— I see.

/ thought maybe you might
have a suggestion.
On what?

Sure is a tough problem to solve.

— What‘s that, Chief?
— I‘m havin‘ a devil ofa time trying
to figure out a vacation schedule.

[Narrator]
The story you ha ve just seen is true.

The names were changed
to protect the innocent

On ju/y 20, trial was held in Department 784,

Superior Court of the State of California,

in and for the County of L os Ange/es.

/n a moment, the results of that trial

The suspect was found guilty of murder
in the first degree...

and was sentenced to death.

The suspect was found guilty as an accessory
to murder in the first degree.