All language subtitles for Dragnet - 01x15 - The Gun_track3_[eng]-en

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

ln 7 920,
the population was 5 76, 6 73.

Today, L os Ange/es is
the third largest city in the United States,

Near/y three million people live here,

From every nation,
L os Ange/es dra ws its bloodline,

When some of that blood is spilled
/ go to work.

/ car/ya badge,

/t was Tuesday, August 7 6.
/t was hot in L os Ange/es.

We were working the day watch
out of Homicide Di Vision,
The boss is Captain Hugh Bro wn.

My partner’s Bill Gannon.

My name is Friday

We ’d just come back
fl’om a bomb in vest/gation.

/t turned out to be a hoax.

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

The names have been changed
to protect the innocent.

How‘d it go, Bill?
No bomb?
No bomb.

This heat keeps up,
the whole town‘s gonna blow.

Yeah. I sighed us in.
Good

For me?
From the fifth floor.

Credit union.
Pink slip on my car.
Paid offyourloah, huh?

Finally. NowI gotta see
Bob Fennell again.
What for?

Another loan.
Now I have to get it fixed.
Transmission went out.

[Brown]
Friday, Gannon.
Yes, sir.

Close to quitting time, I know,
but here‘s one to go on. I‘ll sign you out.
Yes, sir.

1104 Westgarden. Dead body.

Don‘t know what I‘m gonna do
with all the overtime I‘m piling up.
Buy a yacht.

[Friday Narra ting]
4:23 pm. Before we lefl‘ RAB,

we made the notifications,
and then we headed across town
for the Westgarden address.

7 704 Westgarden was located
in a quiet residential neighborhood
75 minutes fl’om the ofiice.

/t was 4:40pm.
when we got there.

Friday and Gannon. Homicide.
Fisher, 1 L—36.

The body‘s in the bedroom.
Here‘s your D.O.A. slip.
Right. Thanks, Fisher.

Who‘s she?
Mrs. Sunshine Pound.
She put in the call.

Right. Ask her to stand by, will you?
Right, Sergeant.

Thankyou.

Joe, Bill.
Hi, Blake.

What‘ve ya got?
Two gunshots.

— Where?
— Head and the heart area.
Those two slugs weigh more than she did.

Tiny little thing
Yeah. Who covered the body?

— Woman out there in the front room.
— Let us know when you pull the slugs.

— Right, Gannon.
—All right, Ed.

Besides the usual shots, / want two lateral,
two vertical and one head do wn— and in color.
Okay, Sergeant.

Can ’t weigh over 90 pounds.
Beautiful girl, joe.
A living doll

Not anymore.

You‘re Mrs. Sunshine Pound?
Beg yourpardon?

You‘re Mrs. Sunshine Pound?

Had you tuned out.
Yes, that‘s correct.

Police officers, ma‘am.
This is Sergeant Friday.
My name‘s Gannon.

Oh, the shame ofit all.

Lovely girl like Reiko.
Who could do such a thing?

—What‘s her full name, Mrs. Pound?
— Reiko Hashimoto.

Twenty—six years old
S h e m a rri ed ?

She was. Her husband was killed
seven months ago in Vietnam.

— He was a sergeant in the army.
— What was his name? Would you know?

Frank. Frank Hashimoto.
They were a lovely couple.

He was an army career man,
brought Reiko over fl’om japan.

He was nisei,
born and raised right here
in Los Angeles.

— Did you hear any shots, any disturbance?
— No. Not a sound.

— Where do you live, Mrs. Pound?
—Just down the block.
1181 Westgarden.

Friday, see you a minute?
Excuse me.

We‘re gonna move
the body,Joe.
Bill.

Be right back.

Looks like there was an exit wound.

Wanna check it?
It‘ll keep.

See you,Joe.
Right, Blake.

Find out anything yet?

She‘s dead,
and she was pretty.

Poor Reiko.
Poor little thing.

The Hashimotos have
any enemies that you know of?
Anyone who might do a thing like this?

Not a soul, Sergeant.
They were delightful neighbors.

Kept pretty much to themselves.
0h, they were fl’iendly,

but they loved their home—
always sprucing it up.

And isn‘t it lovely?
Reiko was so neat and tidy.

You say she was fromJapan.
She have any relatives in this country?

— Yes. One. Her mother.
— Would you know her name?

— It‘s Mrs. Watanabe.
— Do you know where we might find her?

Not exactly.
/ only met her once.

I thinkfrom what Reiko said
that she has an apartment someplace
down inJapanese Town— Little Tokyo.

— That‘s where Miko probably is,
staying with her grandmother.
— Miko?

Yes. Reiko‘s little daughter.
She‘s only five.

— Mrs. Pound, did Mrs. Hashimoto have
any men friends that you know of?
— How do you mean that, Sergeant?

— Well, I mean, being a widow,
did she go out with men?
— Ifshe did, I never heard her say.

She lo ved her husband
and although she was a beautiful girl,

I doubt very much
ifshe ever saw another man.

— Why would her daughter
be staying with her mother?
— I don‘t know.

— You covered the body with that bedsheet?
— Yes, I did.

I couldn‘t stand to wait here
foryou people with that little thing
lying in there.

— Yes, ma‘am.
— I‘m deaf, you know.

— When there‘s something
I don‘t want to hear, I turn off my aid.
— Yes, ma‘am.

Poor little Reiko.
There‘s no way I can tune that out.

[Friday Narra ting]
535 p. m. Bill cal/ed Captain Brown
and filled him in.

He asked for another two teams
to begin a house—to—house check
of the neighborhood..

to see if an y witnesses
could be turned

The captain said they would begin
a search for Reiko Hashimoto ’s mother,
Mrs. Watanabe.

/ talked to Sergeant Dean Bergman
fl’om Latent Prints.

Doesn‘t look too promising,Joe.
House is unusually clean.

The woman must have dusted
and waxed the place every 1 5 minutes.
Yeah.

Got a few prints, but right now
I don‘t know. I‘ll work for eliminations.
Thanks, Dean.

Alexander, Petrovich, Higbie
and Hansen are on theirway out
to give us a hand.

Good. Let‘s see ifwe can turn a photograph
ofthe Hashimoto woman.
What‘s been dusted?

Everything in the room
except this table.

Inside ofthis chest
looks like a filing cabinet.

Same here.
Even/thing’s in perfect order.

Must have been quite a housekeeper.

Not a thing out of place.

Joe.

Reiko Hashimoto.
Recent picture, I‘d say,
wouldn‘t you?

She was pretty,Joe.

Let‘s check on that slug
in the bedroom.

— /n there?
— No, it doesn‘t seem to be.

Went on through.
Under the house.

Wanna get the fiashlights?
It‘s getting dark out.
Be easier to find it in the morning.

It‘ll still be dark
under the house in the morning.

[Friday Narra ting]
555 p. m. While / crawled under the house,
Bill waited in the bedroom above.

He signaled to me
by tapping on the floor.

When /reached the area
underneath the bedroom,
/ returned the signal

[Gannon]
Okay /’m bringing the flashlight
over the hole.

All right.
/t’s on.

I see it.

Ho w you comin ’?
Workin‘ on it.

Got it?

Got it.

[Friday Narrating]
6: 7 0 p. m. Two teams ofdetectives arrived..

to assist Bill and me in checking
the immediate neighborhood..

in the hope that we might turn up
someone who might knowsomething
about Reiko Hashimoto ’s murder.

We gave one of the photographs
of Reiko Hashimoto
to Chuck Higbie and his partner.

Bill and / kept the other one.

Fveryhouse within a two—block radius
would be checked

9.35 p. m. Three hours later,
we were no further ahead
than we were before.

About all you can say is we took
along walk on a warm summer evening.

Did you pull up anything, Chuck?
Woman whose property backs up on
this house thinks she heard a couple ofshots.

Thinks itwas around 11:00, 11:30.
Yeah?

She also said it could have been
a car backfiring.
She‘s not sure,Joe.

Couldn‘t you pin her down
on whether they sounded
like shots or backfiring?

Yeah,Joe. I tried.
Shejust wasn‘t sure.

You‘d think people
would try to be a little more sure.

Anything else, Chuck?

Hansen talked to a woman
by the name ofCordell.

L ur/ene Cordell
She lives a couple blocks fl’om here.
908 South Wallace.

What about her?
She was attacked by some guy
driving a yellow Dodge pickup truck.

Said she reported it.
Yeah?

Said the truck was full of
housepainter‘s gear. She remembers
a ladder painted red and green.

Threatened her with a gun.
She didn ’t know the caliber.
Anything else?

— Nope. That‘s about it.
— Then what‘s the connection?

I didn‘t say there was.
Just giving you what we turned.

With all that, Higbie,
we ought to break it
in about an hour.

— Something wrong,Joe?
— No, Chuck. There‘s nothing wrong.

A hundred pounds ofyoung woman
was shot through the head and the heart.

10—to—1 she was mauled
bywhoever did it.

She is got a five—year—o/d kid and a mother
floating around some where in this city
They don ’t even knowshe is bought in.

We can‘t buy a piece ofanything
to pick up and run with.

Some case ofarrested development
can walk into a home like this,

destroya human life,
waltz out and leave nothing behind
but his memory.

And you can‘t run a make on that.

We‘re all tired. Let‘s grab
something to eat and hit it again
first thing in the morning.

You go ahead.
I‘ll see you at the office tomorrow.

Wife‘s holding dinner.
Seeyou in the morning,Joe. Bill.

Right. Thanks, Chuck.
Come on,Joe. Nothing more
we can do here tonight.

I‘ll hang a while longer.
What‘s bugging you you get
in that first lecture at the academy.

Yeah? What‘s that?
The business of not letting yourself
get personally involved in a case.

Who says I am?
I do. I know it‘s a useless killing.
They all are.

I know we haven‘t got
eight cents to go on.
We seldom do.

But don‘t let this one
eat at you,Joe.

Here are the car keys.
I‘ll catch a ride with Higbie.

Thanks, Bill.
Smoke a cigarette
and go home.

[Door Closes]

[Friday Narra ting]
When a man signs on the job,
a lot of things come with the badge.

The risk, the pay,
the hours he works.

One thing that isn ’t regulation issue:
his personal feelings.

There is no way of regu/a ting
an ofiicer’s thoughts
when he ’s on an investigation.

He becomes hardened to the sight
of a dead human being—
to the grotesque, the hideous,

to man ’s inhumanity—
his almost casual ability to murder,
to take another’s life.

Once in a great while,
an ofiicer’s knees bend

/f the y buck/e,
he’s been on the job too long

Reiko Hashimoto was dead
/t was ourjob to find
who made her that way

Bill was right
/ smoked a cigarette and went home.

Wednesday, August 77, 8: 70 a. m.

Bill and / reported to the coroner’s ofifice
for the postmortem on Reiko Hashimoto.

Victim had been dead approximately
five hours before discovery.
Yeah?

She‘d been sexually molested.
Killer didn‘t have to worry
about the shot in her heart.

This is the one that did it.
The other one
was no vitamin pill.

[Friday Narrating]
8.35 a. m. We took the slug the coroner
had reco vered fiom the victim is head..

to S /. D., Ballistics Section.

Ray Murray placed it under
the comparison microscope...

along with the slug we had reco vered
fiom under the Hashimoto home.

They check. They were fired
from the same weapon.
What‘s the caliber, Ray?

255 grains, .45—caliber revolver.

Big gun.
Yeah. For such a tiny target.

[Friday Narra ting]
9:00 a. m. We met with Captain Hugh Brown
in the Homicide squad room.

The two slugs match up,
and that‘s it, huh?
That’s it

You‘re sure about the general location
on that Watanabe woman,
Hashimoto girl‘s mother?

Yes, sir. Mrs. Pound says she lives
somewhere down around Little Tokyo.

Ifshe does, she‘s rolled up tighter
than a fortune cookie.
We can‘t find her.

The story made all the papers this morning.
Ifshe reads them, she‘ll know.

How about your callbacks?
Last night when you made
your house—to—house, everybody home?

No, sir. Three houses were dark
in the Hashimoto block.
Thought we‘d tag ‘em now.

Get to it. We gotta turn somebody else
who can tell us how this woman lived.

Being a widow, attractive,
good chance she might’ve had
men in her life.

Maybe one of‘em
rang her doorbell with a .45.

— My guess is no.
— Let‘s find out anyway.

— Yes, sir.
— And, Friday—

— Yes, sir?
— Let‘s ease offon the hours
you and Gannon have been putting in.

/ want to get the bum who did it
just as much as you two.

I also want to see you on thejob.
Get your rest.

I‘ll admit this is one that‘s liable to
keep me awake nights.

They all do me.

[Friday Narra ting]
7 020 a. m. Bill and / return
to Wes tgarden Street ..

to check the three houses
where there was no answer
the night before.

Two of the places said they didn ’t know
Reiko Hashimoto and had
nothing unusual to report

We tried the third and last home
on the block

I heard the entire story
on the news.
It was his will, ofcourse.

Whose will, ma‘am?
Our Heavenly Shepherd.

When he summons his flock,
we must respond.
Yes, ma‘am.

— I wonder ifwe could have
yourfull name, please.
— Sister Agatha Edney. E—D—N—E—Y.

The Reverend Anointed Goodlang
ofthe Flock ofOur Heavenly Shepherd
Tabernacle ofthe Angels will vouch for me.

There‘s nothing to be
vouched for, Miss Edney.
Wejust want a little information.

About my little departed
Japanese neighbor.

Yes, ma‘am.
Were you home yesterday morning?

— I was. Until 9:00.
— You left the house at 9:00?

Tuesday Bible class begins at 9:30.
I do not drive a car.

/walk
I see. What time
did you return home?

Midnight. I stayed
for the church social and supper.

When was the last time you saw
Mrs. Hashimoto, ma‘am?

I can‘t say. I seldom saw her.
She‘s not church people.

Can you tell us anything at all
about Mrs. Hashimoto?

Ever see any visitors
come to her house?
Anything like that?

I rarely go outside of my home,
and then not to spy.

— Spying is the work ofthe devil.
— Yes, ma‘am.

Does anyone else live here?

— Yes.
— Who would that be?

Our Heavenly Shepherd
dwells in the house ofall who believe.

[Sighs]

[Friday Narrating]
7 7:05 am. We began
a store—to—store check..

on all places of business
in the small shopping center
in the Westgarden district

/t netted us nothing

Noon. Bill and / began questioning people
who passed by the Hashimoto home.

We talked to the mailman,
the mi/kman, the paperbo y

We talked to anyone who ’d talk to us.

So far, the results were all negative.
3.30 p. m.

Oh, yes. A lovely woman. I used to see her
once in a while doing her gardening.
Yes, ma‘am.

I‘m sorryI can‘t helpyou.
Poor little thing.

Well, thanks anyway.
Yes.

Beginning to look hopeless.
Yeah. How many does that make?

Fifty—three.

Another woman.
You want to take her?
Yeah.

Police officer, ma‘am.
Am /underarrest?

No. Ijust want to
askyou a few questions.
I‘m not under arrest?

No, ma‘am.
I live at 1255 Wallace Street.
My husband gets home from work at 6:00.

Yes, ma‘am.
You talk to him.

[Friday Narrating]
Monday, August 29, 72:05 pm.

We kept at it for 72 days,
watching waiting

We didn ’t know exactly
what we were watching for.
Maybe just a break

Anything that might shed some light
on whoe ver murdered Reiko Hashimoto.

You sure you don‘t want
this last hot dog?

No, thanks. You go ahead.
You thinkI should?

Why not?
I‘ve had four.

[ I/ehic/e Approaching]

Bill.
I see it.

The ladder.

The woman Higbie talked to—
What was her name? Cordell?

Lurlene Cordell. 908 South Wallace.

That‘s three minutes from here.
I‘ll see ifI can make it in two.

[Friday Narra ting]
We were lucky
L ur/ene Cordell was at home.

Miss Cordell was positive
it was the same truck
and the same red and green ladder.

We waited
Thirty minutes went by

I‘d never forget that face
in a million years.
That‘s him.

Police ofificers.
Hold it right there.
You ’re under arrest

What for?
Forcible rape.

Get ‘em up there.

[Friday Narrating]
The suspect identified himself
as Ben Roy Yoder.

He was advised
of his constitutional rights.

We asked that a black—and— white unit
take him do wn to wn.

Bill dro ve L ur/ene Cordell
back to her home.

/ went to the Fdneyhome
to again talk to Agatha Edne y

Itwas his will,
and his will will be done.

How long has Yoder lived here?
Three years now.

Why didn‘t you tell us before
he lived here?
Ben Roy is my sister‘s boy.

He is fighting the devil.
He is on parole.

He said he is always under suspicion
by the police, so he hid
to keep fighting the devil.

Kind oflooks like he lost,
doesn‘t it?

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Friday Narrating]
3.30 p. m. Ben Roy Yoder was booked
underSection 26 7, 3 P. C, Forcible Rape.

We still had nothing to connect Yoder
with the murder of Reiko Hashimoto,

but because of the proximity
of the Fdneyhome to the Hashimoto home...

and his M 0.,
Yoder looked like a good bet

500 p. m. A search warrant was obtained
and along with Detectives Hansen,
Alexander, Higbie and Retro vich,

Bill and/ drove out to the Edne y home
to search for the murder weapon.

5: 7 8 p. m. We laid out plans
for the search of the Edne y home.

Higbie, you and Alexander take
the garage and the truck, okay?
Right.

Hansen, you take the bedrooms.
Don, how about the kitchen foryou?

You want to check the bathroom?
I‘ll work the living room.
Right.

This is not a den ofthieves to be searched.
We‘ll try not to upset things
any more than we have to, Miss Edney.

I shall pray, Officer.
Yes, ma‘am.

Not foryou.
For Ben Roy.

[Friday Narra ting]
7.32 p. m. We searched
the entire premises three times.

Each time around
we ’d s witch search areas.

Each ofi7cer would take a difi‘erent room
than he had the time before.

Ten pounds ofair,Joe.
All right. Again.

This time I‘ll take the kitchen.
Each man alternate
with his partner again.

I‘ll work the bathroom again.
I‘ll take Yoder‘s bedroom.

You men are the devil’s disciples.

Yes, ma‘am.
You men know no bounds.

You would search
a heavenly temple, wouldn‘t you?
Yes, ma‘am.

Ifwe thought there was
a murder gun in it.

[ Gannon ]
/oe. /n here.

Missed it before.
False bottom in the drawer.

Found it underneath
in this torn paper bag.

.45—caliber revolver.

Been fired recently.

You know, ifyou could cook,
I‘d marryya.

[Friday Narra ting]
Tuesday, August 30, 6:00 p. m.

Death bullets came from this weapon.
Striations match perfectly.

This is the gun that killed
the IittIeJapanese girl.

Looked like it was wiped clean.
How do we tie it to Yoder?

I did that foryou too.
Ran the paper sack through
the anhydrine process.

Lifted several good prints.
They belong to Yoder.

Thanks, Ray.
Joe.

It‘s been a real pleasure
doing business with you
on this one.

[Friday Narra ting]
6' 7 0 p. m. Bill and / went downstairs
to Homicide to check out for the day

Friday, Gannon.
Yeah, Skipper.

Just got a call 10 minutes ago.
Should interest you.
Yes, sir.

She‘s out at the Hashimoto house,
asked ifyou‘d drop by for a minute.
Who‘s that?

Hashimoto woman‘s mother,
Mrs. Watanabe.

[Friday Narra ting]
635 p. m. Bill and/ drove out
to 7 7 04 Westgarden Street

Mrs. Watanabe showed us
into the garden in back of
the Hashimoto house.

I am so happyyou could come.

/t is for Miko.
Yes, ma‘am.

I have prepared green tea
and rice crackers.

Miko—
[SpeakingJapanese]

[ Bell jing/ing ]

[ Watanabe ]
This is Reiko’s daughter, Miko.

[SpeakingJapanese]

Tha n k you.
Angato, Miko.

Mrs. Watanabe?
No, thankyou.

The reason I did not call you before
is I did not know of my daughter‘s dying.

Miko and me,
we were staying with fiiends
on a farm in /mperia/ Valley

/fina/lyread Rafu Shim po,
/apanese paper,

and I learned of my sadness.

Yes, ma‘am. Mrs. Watanabe,
we‘d like you to know...

we believe we‘ve caught the man
that killed your daughter.

Oh. So quick.
You have man in prison.

Why would he want my daughter‘s life?

We don‘t know, Mrs. Watanabe.
Some menjust kill.

Oh, yes.

InJapan we have same,
but not so many.

—Yes, ma‘am.
— Miko, she has gift foryou.

She kno w you work hard
to find the man
who took her mother’s life.

Miko—
[Japanese]

[Japanese]

[BellJingling]

— Very nice tea, Mrs. Watanabe.
— I‘m so happyyou like it.
It is fromJapan.

[Japanese]

She say it is her most favorite doll.

Her name is Princess Michiko.

She wishes foryou to have it.

Mrs. Watanabe,
you don‘t have to give us anything.
We‘re not allowed to accept gifts.

Oh, the child will be disappointed
if you do not take it

Please tell her thankyou.
Tell herjust the thought is enough.

Is it not a good enough doll?

— You tell her,just like her mistress—
— [Watanabe]
Yes?

Princess Michiko is a living doll.

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

The names were changed
to protect the innocent

On No vember 20, trial was held..

in Department 785,

Superior Court of the State of California,

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.

Murder in the first degree
is punishable by death...

or confinement
in the state prison for life.