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[ Frida y Narrat/ng] This is the city, [as Ange/es California,

Two and one—ha/fmi/lion people live here,

Every month, 5, 000 more cm wa’ in.

Tourists spend overa billion, one hundred million dollars ayear in Southern California,

/z‘ ’s a big business.

On Olvera Street, you can buy the best Mexican handcrafls this side of Mexico City.

Anything you ’re looking for, L os Ange/es has i t,

lfit’s forsa/e, you can buyit

Some people don ’t bother bringing money They do theirshopping at the point ofa gun,

That’s when /come in. / car/ya badge,

/t was Tuesday,/une 74, /t was clear in Los Ange/es.

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

My partner’s Bill Gannon. The boss is Captain Ho we.

My name is Friday

The Daily Occurrence Report is a measurement of the city

/t’s all there: burglaries, holdups, murders,

As the citygrows, the report grows,

Part of the extra weight was being contributed b ya gang of armed thie ves,

specializing in holding up cocktail lounges.

The count to date was six. So far, nobodyhad been killed

Numberse ven might not be so lucky

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

The names have been changed to protect the innocent

BiII.Joe. [Together] Morning, Skipper.

— How‘re you coming on those cocktail Iounge 21 is? — Nothing much so far.

M. 0. is always the same. Four men wearing full—faced red p/as tic masks.

Near as we can tell, they haven‘t hit anything but cocktail Iounges— six so far.

Most/y around the Highland Park area. Yea h.

— Suspects always drive a red Cadillac. — Anything else on the car?

No license number, but they all agree on one thing.

— What‘s that? — It‘s an old model, red convertible.

—Anything show up in the F.I. cards? — Nothing.

— [Phone Rings] — Robbery, Howe.

Yeah. Okay.

Yeah, Lou. All right, thanks.

Maybe they got something foryou over on Georgia Street.

— Yeah, what‘s that? — Edwards and Beeson have ajuvenile in custody for G.T.A.

— Picked up last night in Highland Park. —Yeah?

Says he remembers seeing four men in an old model, red Cad convertible.

[Friday Narra ting] 9:32 a. m. Bill and / drove over to Georgia juvenile.

The interrogating ofiicers were /ack Edwards and Frank Beeson.

Edwards told us the boy’s name was Fred Til/ar, aged 77.

This was his second ofi‘ense. He was on probation.

He‘s a cool one,Joe. He won‘t give you much. Yeah.

Copped out on three other auto thefts. That‘s all we can get.

Right. Thanks,Jack. Frank. Let us know when you‘re through,Joe.

Right.

Got a couple more questions, son. I already talked to Edwards.

Talk to us. Tell us about the four men in that Cadillac. What about ‘em?

You know ‘em? No.

You sure? Edwards asked me ifI ever lifted a Caddy.

Told him he must be kidding. Man, those things are boats.

Me, I dig Mustangs. They‘re really boss. Where‘d you see it?

What? The Cadillac.

Where the kids hang out. You know, at the drive—in. Where‘s that?

Sixth and Franklin, but you‘re wasting your time. Are we?

Sure, nobody‘d steal that Caddy, man. Why not?

Man, who‘d want it? It‘s a piece ofjunk.

[Friday Narra ting] 7 2:28 p. m. Bill and / checked out the drive—in Til/ar told us about

We asked a waitress namedAngie ifshe had seen a red Cadillac.

Red Caddy? Sure, I remember it. A couple ofwise kids. Teenagers. Think they‘re clever.

Yes, ma‘am. Do you remember their names?

Who remembers names? I wait on cars, I don‘t wait on people.

You can spot ‘em, you know? Take a Buick, always good for a tip.

Little foreign cars, forget it. They stiffyou every time. Can‘t get a nickel from ‘em.

Yes, ma‘am. How many did you say were in the car?

Two, I think. Yeah, one‘s a large Coke, the other one‘s a milk shake. Yeah, two.

— Could you describe them? — Oh, no. Kids all look alike.

Like I said, one‘s a Coke, and the other one‘s a milk shake. That‘s it.

When you took their order, did they say anything? Mention a name? Anything like that?

— One thing, maybe. — Yes, ma‘am?

Well, they were kidding around, you know, and the Coke says to the milk shake, “It‘s robbery,“ he says.

“Yeah,“ he says, “Larry, she sure robbed the cradle when she married you."

And the milk shakejust laughs. Thought itwas real funny.

Larry. Is that the name he used?

Yeah, that‘s right. Larry. The Coke was kidding him about his wife. Claimed she looked more like his mother.

— Yes, ma‘am. Go on. — And one more thing I remember.

— What‘s that? — They didn‘t leave a tip.

— [Horn Honks ] — [ No Audible Dialogue]

[Friday Narrating] We figured there was a chance the suspect, known only as Larry, could’ve been in trouble before.

lfso, the ofiicers at juvenile Division might be able to help us again.

7:33 pm. We checked back with 0fi7cer jack Edwards.

Hi,Jack. Friday. Hi, Gannon.

Keeping you busy? All the time.

We‘re looking fora kid, first name Larry, no last name. Chanceyou might‘ve handled him?

I might‘ve handled a thousand Larrys. Yeah, we know,Jack.

We got something that might help. What‘s that?

He might be married to an older woman. Now, does that mean anything to you?

Yeah. Yeah, sure. Larry, uh—

Larry... Hubbert. Sure, we‘ve handled him before.

Here his package. County camp graduate.

Kind ofa weird setup,Joe. Larry‘s I7. Edna— that‘s the wife—

gotta be at least 7 0— 72 years older than him. Anything on her?

— No. Clean as far as we know. — Got the address,Jack?

Yeah, uh, 8854 Wilton.

Thanks a Iot,Jack. What’s Hubbert up to now?

21 I.We figure three adults in the gang.

— Kid‘ll never learn, I guess. — Well, it might help ifhe‘d do one thing.

— What‘s that? — Stick to people his own age.

[Friday Narrating] 2:75pm. The Wilton Street address was in an oldersection of the city

/t was neat and well—kept, like the Cadillac parkedat the curb.

Without a warrant, we couldn’t shake down the car.

We would ha ve to question Larry Hubbert first, try to get his permission.

You Larry Hubbert? Yeah.

Police officers. All right ifwe come in? YouJuvie cops?

Robbery Division. Where‘s Edwards? I don‘t know you guys.

Well, maybe it‘s time you did, son. Why don‘t you come right in?

How come Edwards isn‘t with you? I give him all my business.

We‘re living in the age ofspecialization, son. You own that Cadillac parked outside?

Well, yeah— Just stay put. Keep your hands out ofyour pockets.

Yeah, that‘s my car. Neat, isn‘t it? You know, I fixed that thing up myself.

What are you guys looking for? Some answers.

Hey, uh, is it all right ifI put a shirt on? I‘m kind ofcold.

Where is it? In the bedroom.

We‘ll both go. Sure.

I‘ll check the kitchen.

Freeze!

All right, now. Youjust stand still and keep those hands in plain sight whereI can see ‘em. Bill!

Get your hands behind your back. [Handcufis Rattle]

Now, suppose youjust sit down on the end ofthe bed.

I‘ll check it through C.I.I. Right.

All right, son, you‘re under arrest. It‘s my duty to inform you of your constitutional rights.

You have the right to remain silent. Any statement you make may be used against you in a court oflaw.

You have the right to the presence ofan attorney.

Ifyou desire an attorney and cannot afford one, one will be appointed before any questioning.

Do you understand that? Yeah, I‘ve heard it before.

Do you understand it? Okay. I understand it.

Where‘d you get the gun? A friend gave it to me.

What friend? Just a guy who borrows my car once and a while.

He gave it to me to pay for using the car, that‘s all. What‘s his name?

Why should I fink out? I can give you a couple of reasons.

You‘re on probation. Possession ofa deadly weapon. Is that enough?

It was a gift. Did you ever point it at anybody?

I told you, the guy gave it to me for using the car. Tell me soI believe it.

Guy‘s name wasJones. You wanna try for Smith or Brown? I want it straight.

I‘m leveling with you. Can I help it ifthe guy‘s name isJones? I met him at work.

Where‘s that? Burbank. Phillips Industries.

They make that plastic tile stuff, you know, that they glue on counters?

ThisJones, he work there too, does he? Yeah. Then he quit.

What‘d you do, retire? No. I‘m sick today.

Oh, sure you are. Who are you?

We‘re police officers, ma‘am. What are you doing here?

Are you Edna Hubbert? I‘m Mrs. Hubbert, yes.

Is this your husband? Yes. Did you have to put those handcuffs on him?

He has a gun, ma‘am. It‘s hot,Joe. One ofseven taken in a 459 from a sporting goods store last month.

Mm—hmm. Before or after the red—mask holdups? Before.

All right, son. Tell me where you got that gun. What‘s this about a red mask?

She doesn‘t know anything. Six cocktail lounges were held up, all by four men wearing red masks.

They drove a car like Larry‘s, and Larry has a gun.

What‘d he tell you? Back out ofthis, Edna, will you?

She doesn‘t know anything. Honest. Sergeant?

Yes, ma‘am? Could I talk to you alonea minute?

Yes, ma‘am.

I, uh— I don‘t want Larry to hear this. He doesn‘t like his wife to interfere.

—I understand, ma‘am. — I don‘t think Larry did this, whateveryou said he did.

— We have to check it out, ma‘am. — But even ifhe did, it‘s not his fault, you know.

— I‘m the one should be arrested. — How‘s that?

Well, I work nights... cashier in a coffee shop, and there‘s nobody.

— Nobody? — Well, there‘s nobody to look after him while I‘m out.

Well, now, looks to me like he can take care ofhimself.

— But he‘s only a boy. — Well, I guess you know that better than I do, ma‘am.

— You disapprove of me, don‘t you? — Should I?

— You‘re like everybody else. — How‘s that?

I can hear‘em when I come home. Whispering and pointing fingers and laughing behind my back.

They think it’s funny /’m not ashamed

Why shouldn‘t I have what everybody else has got? A little happiness. That‘s all I want.

Yes, ma‘am. He is better ofi‘ with me, you know

It‘s a nice home. It‘s clean. Nice things.

— He wouldn‘t have it ifit wasn‘t for me. —Yes, ma‘am.

Guess you think all he sees in me is somebody to pay the bills.

— No, ma‘am. — I‘m only 29.

Well, I‘m not so old.

Maybe I‘m not so pretty, but, well, he could‘ve had his pick. I know that.

Theymake it easy forhim. Who‘s that, ma‘am?

Birds, he calls ‘em. The teenage girls.

You know, short skirts and showing everything?

Stand around on corners, making eyes. The delinquents.

— Well, that‘s what they are, you know. — I wouldn‘t know, ma‘am.

— Larry used to be. — Used to be what?

A delinquent He was always getting into trouble.

But nobody wanted him, you see? Nobody. He‘d still be on the street ifitwasn‘t for me.

— Is that so? —I rescued him.

You—You see these books?

The y’re his. He is very intelligent

He goes to the library. Has a card and everything.

We read a lot, you know, together.

— Well, that‘s better, isn‘t it? — Better than what?

— Than being alone? —Yes, ma‘am.

— Sergeant? — Yes, ma‘am?

I don‘t know where his parents are. Does that make a difference?

Well, I wouldn‘t know, ma‘am.

Larry won‘t let me contact them.

Know what / think? What‘s that?

I think he‘s ashamed. They‘re poor people, you know.

— They‘re, well, not used to nice things. — I see.

Well, that makes me his guardian, doesn‘t it? I mean, being his wife?

No. I doubt that, ma‘am.

But, as his wife, it‘s my duty to inform you ofyour constitutional rights.

Now, both you and Larry have the right to remain silent

An ystatement you make may be used against you in a court of law

You have the right to the presence ofan attorney.

Ifyou desire an attorney and can‘t afford one, one will be appointed before any questioning.

— Do you understand that, ma‘am? — Yes.

Found it in the closet,Joe.

Sergeant, did you mean what you said before?

What‘s that, ma‘am? About ifI couldn‘t afford an attorney?

Yes, ma‘am.

I guess maybe we need one.

[Friday Narra ting] 3:48 p. m. We returned to Georgia juvenile with the suspect

Although we had decided not to detain Mrs. Hubbert, she insisted on coming anyway

Mrs. Hubbert called the public defender’s ofiice to arrange for an attorney

Bill and / took the subject to the juvenile squad room. We turned Hubbert over to jack Edwards...

to be booked under Section 602 of the Welfare and /nstitutions Code fora 27 7 P. C, Robbery.

Since further interrogation of L ariy Hubbert would ha ve to a wait the arrival of an attorney,

we decided to check out the one lead he had given us.

Without a first name on jones, we couldn’t run it through R&/.

But we figured that Phi/lips /ndustries, the place Hubbert claimed he met jones,

would be the best place to check it out

4:75pm. Because of the outbound commuter traific, it took us 20 minutes to get to Burbank

Phi/lips /ndustries was a medium—sized combination plant—and—sho wroom operation.

The personnel manager, Mr. BernardAshton, told us they employed about a hundred people.

He didn ’t remember either Hubbert or jones.

We get a lot oftransients, you know. They think the grass is always greener down the street.

Most ofour people have been with us 10, 12 years though. Good, solid people.

— Yes, sir. — Larry Hubbert, good, solid lad.

— It‘s a shame though. — How‘s that?

He missed four or five days work last month. Keeps that up, I‘ll have to let him go.

— Yes, sir. — Oh, thatJones fella, what‘s his first name?

We don‘t know, sir. We‘d like you to tell us.

I got three here. Uh, “Jones, Robert M.“ He‘s been with us for eight years.

“Jones,James A.“ A little short fella. He does finishing work.

Has a way about him, you know? Hejokes a lot.

“Jones, Donald R." Huh, that‘s interesting.

— What‘s that? — This fella left us five or six weeks ago.

Now, that’s real funny What‘s that, sir?

His closing check. He never came back to get it.

[Friday Narra ting] With jones ’s address pro vided b yAshton,

we arranged for the nearest black—and— white unit to try and pick him up immediately.

The black—and— white unit reported that jones was not at home.

We asked that another Robbery Division unit stake out the apartment house...

while we returned to P.A.B to check jones through R&/.

We ran the name "Donald R jones ” through R&/.

He had done time at San Quentin for armed robbery.

He was out on parole. He had not checked with Al Tucker, his parole ofi7cer, forsix weeks.

/t looked like he had gone back to his old habits.

With the stakeout on jones ’s apartment, we decided to return to Georgia juvenile.

6:72pm. This is my attorney, Mr. Auerbach.

How do you do, sir? This is Bill Gannon. How areyou?

Joe Friday. Glad to know you. I‘ve talked to the boy. Doyou wanna fill me in?

We‘re holding him under W.I.C. 602, 211 PC, Robbery.

— On what grounds? — Gang always wore full—face, plastic red masks. He had one.

He was also in possession of a stolen gun.

They can‘t keep him injail, can they? A 17—year—old boy?

— That‘s the best thing he‘s got going for him, Mrs. Hubbert. — What‘s that?

His age, being 77. You see, juvenile la w in California...

is based on a concept ofcorrection and rehabilitation, not punishment.

/’ve talked to him. He knows he can remain silent

But after a hearing, it could influence ajudge to declare Larry unfit as ajuvenile...

and remand him for trial as an adult

The judge might have a lot in favor of that argument Larry has a record He is on probation.

He‘s married. He‘s functioning as an adult.

/ think the police would ha ve to come up with more evidence to con vict him for armed robbery.

But if they’ve got what Gannon here says they’ve got,

there‘s a good chance they could put Larry away for a while right now.

Now, if L any were to make a clean breast ofit, the judge might view that as an indication of repentance.

/t could make it easier on him. That is just my opinion, you unders tand’

You want Larry to confess. Is that what you want?

No. That‘s up to Larry. I told him what I‘m telling you.

— He wanted to know what you thought. — What‘d you tell him?

/ just told you /fhe’s innocent, he has nothing to hide.

Ifhe‘s guilty, I‘d advise him to admit his guilt. It‘s to his benefit to do so.

It‘s not fair, Mr. Auerbach. It‘s not fair at all.

Mrs. Hubbert, Ijust explain the way the law works.

It really doesn‘t make any difference, does it? Whether he confesses or not?

— How‘s that, ma‘am? —Well, they‘ll take him away from me.

I lose either way, don‘t I?

[Friday Narra ting] 6:43 p. m. Acting on the advice of his attorney,

Larry Hubbert made a full confession.

He implicated Donald/ones as the leader and named two other accomplices.

We put out an A.P.B to have them picked up.

Under California law, the confession of an accomplice without corroboration, is ne versufi7cient to convict

The red masks Hubbert and the others wore, prevented positive identification by their victims.

Unless they all confessed we felt we didn’t have enough to take to court

7.20 p. m. We returned to jones ’s apartment house and checked in with the team on stakeout, Chitwood and Em/et

They had nothing to report No sign of the suspect

They drove around to the rear of the building to relieve the team on stakeout in the alley

7:44 pm.

Police officers. Stand still. Open that box, you‘re a dead man. Put it down. Now!

Keep those hands out ofyour pockets, lady. [ Huffs]

Would somebody tell me what this is all about? Youjust stay quiet.

You‘re under arrest. For what, illegal parking?

Just shut up and listen, both ofyou. It‘s my duty to advise you ofyour constitutional rights.

You have the right to remain silent An ystatement you make may be used against you in a court of law

You have the right to the presence of an attorney

Ifyou desire an attorney and can‘t afford one, one will be appointed before any questioning.

—Yeah,you finished? — Do you understand that,Jones?

— Yeah. — You?

— She understands it. — Do you?

Yes.

— These belong to you, lady? — She‘s a collector.

— He gimme the case. I didn‘t know what was in it. —Why‘d you carryit?

It was pretty. Real talent, huh? All body, no brain.

Good thing for you /’m slow Is that right?

— Little faster, you‘d know how dead feels. — Well, now, what else would you like to tell us?

That‘s it, cop. You heard it from me.

Hang on to ‘em. We‘ll shake the apartment.

What are you looking for, cop? My little black book?

We‘ll settle fora red mask.

[Friday Narra ting] The shakedo wn of/ones ’s apartment gave us nothing more to go on.

He refused to talk, and under the law, we could go no further.

We took him downtown to be booked

The guns we found in the girl’s makeup kit..

were taken in the same 45 9 as the gun we took fiom Larry Hubbert

We wanted him and the other two members of the gang for the red mask holdups.

9:75pm. Boy, I got that migraine again.

Yeah? What time did we have lunch?

We didn‘t. We didn‘t?

No. You hungry?

I could eat. Me too.

Maybe I oughta call Tuck. Jones‘s P.O.?

Yeah. Figure he can get him to talk?

Might be worth a try.

[Friday Narra ting] 9:45 p. m. Bill picked up a sandwich,

and/ went back to the squad room to wait forA/ Tucker.

He ’d been working late. / filled him in while Bill waited in the interrogation room with the suspect

Parole ofi7cers are a special breed- half policeman, ha/fsocia/ worker.

They ha ve to take the rejects ofsocietyand try to make decent citizens out of them.

/t’s a tough job. Tougherbecause there’s not enough of ’em to go around

Most ex—con victs have a lot of respect for their parole oificers.

Theyget close. Theyhave to. Their parole ofi7cer has to appro ve almost e veg/thing

Where they live. Where they work What time theyget home at night

/ones was no exception.

I blew it, huh? All the way.

You quityourjob. You moved. You didn‘t check in. Here you are again.

I thought you were squaring, Don? I got bored with making tile.

What‘d you have? Nine months, 10 months out ofthejoint?

Things were going sweet till these guys showed up.

You wanna tell me about it? In front ofthem?

Look, Tucker, I got the right to stay silent and I‘m staying silent.

Wait foryou outside, Tuck. All right.

Now, look, Don, this sort of an attitude isn ’t going to get you anywhere.

[ Exhales] You wanna bite?

No, thanks. You sure?

Sure. Corned beef, imported Swiss, lettuce, Russian dressing, coleslaw,

kosher pickle, slice oftomato, mayonnaise, peanut butter, horseradish and a little hot mustard.

No, thanks. Sure, now? It‘s an awful good sandwich.

Sounds like a seven—course meal. Well, it‘s a little filling.

You think he‘ll cop out to Tuck? Save an awful lot oftime ifhe does.

He‘ll talk to you now. What‘d you do, Tuck?

Nothing any other parole officer couldn‘t do. What‘s that?

Well,Jones figures he‘s bound to go back to thejoint one way or the other. Yeah?

There‘s more than 200 different prisonjobs they can hand him up there at Quentin.

You remember him saying he didn‘t like making tile? Yeah, I do.

Well, he told me he‘d like to try metal work.

I can recommend whatjob he gets. I told him I‘d see what I could do.

You know,Jones told me something. I don‘t know ifhe‘ll mention it to you.

It‘s not really important. Thought you might want it foryour case.

What‘s that, Tuck? Well, it‘s about that kid, that teenager Larry Hubbert?

Oh, yeah. What about him? Gonna be a father.

Well, I missed dinner. Guess I‘d better be getting on home.

Don‘t rush off, Tuck. I got halfa sandwich.

Yeah? What‘s in it? Oh, you‘ll love it.

Corned beef, imported Swiss... Good night, Bill.

lettuce, Russian dressing... Tuck, I‘ll see you.

coleslaw, kosher pickle, a slice oftomato—

[No Audible Dialogue]

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

The names were changed to protect the innocent

On September 75,

trial was held in Department 780,

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 suspects were found guilty on two counts ofarmed robbery.

Robbery in the first degree is punishable by impnsonment..

in the state prison for not less than five years.

Afi‘era hearing, the juvenile suspect was remanded to the custody..

of the California Youth Authority