Calling All Cars: Cookie Vejar Killing

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Good evening friends. I doubt if the respectable citizens listening to this broadcast have any idea of the brutal methods used by lawbreakers in their illegal extortion of money. During the prohibition era, some mighty tough characters developed among the bootleggers and the cold-blooded shooting and torture.

and torture, he will hear on this program, are typical of their heartless and brazen methods. It is a tribute to the efficiency of your police, that practically all of these cold-blooded killers of the bootlegger era have been tracked down and are now paying the penalty for defying society.

It still amazes me that modern racketeers continue to think they can get away with it, when the record shows so plainly that every one of these tough guys is eventually caught by the police and punished. Our policemen on their daily rounds are in constant danger of being shot often killed, but as you will soon hear, the crook who attacks the police officer can never

escape. Every law enforcement officer in the land joins in the hunt, and we always get our man. Tonight we have selected the story of the killing of Deputy Sheriff Cookie Veehar, or this episode of Calling All Cars. The story goes back to the middle of November, 1932, to or it's beginning. The activities of the Los Angeles Police Department have made business

bad for the bootlegger and Raleigh McAllister, a petty whiskey peddler and his friend James Robyn, a sailor bootlegger, are discussing the situation. Can I tell you Jim it's getting tougher and tougher? Yeah, I know, Mac.

The feds are clamping down so you can't get it in off the boat and Davis is gang down at City Hall's left. You're down when you try to sell the stuff you make yourself. Yeah, it's tough all right. You got another drink there?

Yeah, yeah. That's good stuff. That's the good you've been selling. I think I'm crazy. This is real whiskey. I wouldn't wash my feet and that stuff. I don't blame you. When I had a territory up north, I boiled up the same poison for the suckers.

Well, we gotta get some dough someplace. This is getting tough. You got any ideas? Well, like I was telling you the other night, there ought to be a lot of dough in Blackie McNights joint down there on Seven Street.

Their take on the tables every night must be a couple of grand. But I don't like the idea of a stick-up job. It ain't in my line. It got buck-fielding. No, it ain't that. But I always run my business respectable.

I've been an honest bootlegger, and I don't like the idea of breaking the law that way. Well, there ain't no doughing being an honest bootlegger anymore. You ought to know that yourself. Yeah. Well, it won't hurt the case that you ought to.

Let's go down the night. Blackies are cagey, guy. You think we can get in? Sure. I got a card, I borrowed. Have a go down in that shirt, Sleeze, and then what's the spec, nothing?

Oh, Kerry. You got me, Joe? Yeah, but I see. Oh, we'll need it. Then I have to spend a little before we can... ...get the layer that joint. Alright, you ready? Right. Let's have another drink before we do.

Okay. Oh, I can't let you in. We got a card, ain't we? Yeah, you got a card. And it's got your signature on it, ain't it? Yeah, that's just it. I never saw you, boys in my life.

I never made out this card, do you? Yeah, we got a card, and we're coming in. Oh, yeah, not. Until I make sure you're only up and up. This card made out to Tom Walsh.

You him? Oh, I'm not. He's a friend of mine. You call him up and tell him Jim Rogan's down here. You'll tell him okay. Er... Alright. You guys will have to wait outside though. Okay.

Alright, he sure is a cagey guy. He's got a lot of cash in this joint. He ain't taking any chances. Have I been here before? No. But I got an idea it'll be a cinch to knock over.

Looks like there's only one way out and this is it. Looks that way. This guy got a great big mob hanging around. Not that I know of. I understand he's just himself and a couple of dealers and a bartender.

Do this will all be gone, but at times we come back with a heater. Maybe we'll have to pull a job without ever getting in first. Nah, Tom will okay me. Yeah, if he's home.

Well, we're no pretty quick. That's coming back now. Well, what about it? Okay, boys. Tom says you're all right. What do we tell ya? Well, you know how it is. Boys, you can't afford to take no chances in this business.

Yeah. Sorry it's a cold deck you got there, mister. Hype Tom. Come on, let's get out of here. Well, I might as well just go to all my dough. Listen, Steph, we'll come back in a while and take it from him.

Just so smartness, dick off. Yeah, I'll get that go. I lost a lot more. Sure you will. Don't shoot off your face now. We'll talk later with a paragat. Okay, let's go. Well, tough luck, boys.

Yeah. You'll do better next time. Yeah, I think we will. And in the early hours of the same morning, deputy cut up cookie-dee-hard, dropped into blackish place, looking for the suspect. Hello, cookie. Oh, Brage.

come to make a pinch cookie no not this time blackie just looking for a guy that's all nobody here and I'll go see that Mike the bartender and one of the girls yeah I think I'll come in anyway okay cookie cookie what is that yeah who's in the back room nobody okay okay he's right ahead I got

answer the door oh I think on the house cookie not one I'm working oh boy back again. I'm stuck it on it. Yeah, we got some more dough. Let it in. Okay. We came back to get back to Toby Lush. Where's the blackjack game? Games all over for tonight. Yeah, yeah.

Well, we came back for the dough. You lost it, didn't you? Nah. Well, it lifted off. It's by your crooked card. What are you well, Shinny? You lost the dough on that lap. Yeah. Well, we're getting that dough back. I'll put up your hands. Hey, what's going on in here? You too, Mr. Reach. Now, all of ya, over to the side. I'll come on you behind the bar.

All right. I'll sit down on the floor. Me too? You can sit on the beach. Hey, over there. Only I take off your shoes. Hey, you better watch what you're pulling fella. Cookie, here's a deputy sheriff.

Yeah? Well, that's good, Dandy. How do you like looking at the wrong end of a cat, mister? Don't worry me, none. When there's a yellow wrap on the other end. Yeah, you better watch your leper. I'll put a slug to it.

Hey, where you going? I'm getting off. I want to get mixed up enough. Yeah. Dang, right here until this little party's over. You hacked my arm! Oh, come on, man. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Ah, blackie, my boy.

What do you keep that dough? There ain't no dough here. We come back for that dough we lost. Yeah, and any more that's hanging around? Well, there ain't any here. Come on, blackie, come clean.

Listen, boys. I don't know nothing about this dough. I just work here. Oh. You're lying, blackie. Please, don't do that. Here's another. Oh, no. Now, where's that dough? Listen, I tell you, God's honest too.

I ain't got no dough. Got that as much as my? Yeah, yeah. Here they are. All of it's free, right? Yeah, it'll be these, it'll make you talk blackie, huh? Oh boy, no, no, no, don't do that.

Please, boys, help your waggler. Oh, all right, Jim. Holy sweetheart. How about it, Blackie? Where's it, though? I tell you, I ain't got that. Oh! Oh, sure about that, pal? No, I ain't got it.

Where is it? Oh, I told you it's got it. I ain't got it. Oh, I had it, though. Please, I don't got it. You're killing him. You're gonna live a rat. Watch. What's the matter, Jim?

I know you've burned my finger. Come on, Blackie, you're lying. Where's the dough, Blackie? No! Come on, you muck, get up. You don't know where to go. Oh, shut up, Matt. What? Your turn's next.

Yeah? Yeah. Oh, come on, Blackie. No, pop away the doughy. Stop out, man! You're not next to the gun! So do you, Matt. Stop your yapping. Stop your yapping. You ain't... yet. But you got my pal, all right, right through the heart.

Well, Mac, oh boy, I guess you won't be needing this. Get him where you're going. Not me fine, you sweet. Hey, you. Hey, are you. Home of your cab. Oh, all right. I know, funny business, and I said I cab another, please.

Well, how do you feel, Blackie? So important to sit with you. I've been telling you the truth. I ain't got that though! Okay, Blackie. I got more important business now. I gotta get myself out of here.

It's all about being here in the middle. Thanks. Oh, you're wounded. I sure am. What is it? You wanna b oft? Well, you can't. I don't want any of your help. Do you realize that you shot a police officer?

They'll be looking at you everywhere, huh. Oh, what of it? If you're a marsh, you'll be safe. If that dick hadn't started blazing away, way there wouldn't have been any shooting and my pal would still be alive. I got a good minor finish that blackwood right off now. Don't go to it for trouble. Blackie

the scariest guy I ever knew of in this racket. Maybe I am but don't pop up cookie. He's a good guy. Okay blackie. Probably gonna bump up anyway so I'll leave you here to watch it. Only blackie. If you love your life keep your mouth shut. Hello. As soon as Morgan drives away on the tab the bartender calls the police. A few moments later

detective on that run right on the homicide for arriving on the heels of the ambulance are investigating the scene of the crime what's it look like to you doctor I doubt if you have a chance for cooking laughing right up to the last he's a rough ombre that cookie I'll do everything you can for a doctor

you can bet we will and if you people know who this guy was that did the shooting I never saw him before yet somebody else's card I I pulled and checked out of me and he was okay you don't know what his name was ain't Alright, don't.

You can tell me his name when I forgot it. I heard this one here, but instead, call him a vegan, or a vegan, or a fucking like that. When was that? When they was in earlier than even.

Rogan. Rogan. Let's see. Oh yeah. Yeah, here's his name and that's that guy's local. That's him all likes. Rogan. In Rogan. I'm a police calling all of our attention on fire, while we get number 70.

Don't look out, the following is five man boys, but Rob being a tempmer. One game said new Rogan. The Latin American by feet ten inches 165 pounds. Blue eyes, dark chest of hair, aged 32 years.

Nose, flattened, and large nostrils. This man shot and served the wounded deputy sheriff pay hard on the holdup on West 7th Street. Early this morning. The search of Rogan's apartment reveals a phone bill among the items of which are several calls to a Baker's Field number.

Baker's Field Police are asked to trace down this blue. They call it the address, but the phone is located. It is a well-known resort. Hello Amy. I'm on the bike. What you doing down this way?

Oh, just paying a call. Anything wrong, Bert? No, everything's okay. I'm on the still it. I never come down here unless there's some trouble. Any of your girls been getting any calls from L.A.? When?

Oh, recently? I don't check on them that close. They got a lot of calls. Yeah, I know Amy, but you might know if one of the girls got a six-called from L.A. in a month.

Why? Well, then, what's her name? Jane Hill, anymore. Where is she? Good luck for L.A. yesterday on the bus. Yeah? What was her name? Mabel's her name. She went by here. Mabel, what? Just Mabel.

What'd she look like? A mom? A young? Oh, 22 or two. Where'd she go in L.A.? How should I know? Did she ever call L.A.? I don't know that either. Why not? It's that pay phone you dummy.

Look for yourself. Yeah, that's right. Well, the phone company will have a record on that. I checked with the telephone company in Baker's Field, leads to the apartments of Nick Charter's Opeleboutlegger, on Dabern Ryan's visit to the apartment in Pine Charter's in Maple there.

They arrest them on technical charges of suspicion of murder and bring them in for questioning. Our after our charter's stealthy protest is ignorant for the whole affair. And then... Why don't you cut me here, of course?

I don't know nothing about Boston. Well, there's a friend of yours, isn't it? No. He's a friend of your girl, isn't he? Well, she isn't cheating on you, is she? Oh, no, why? Well, Rogan called her up and picked us real six times last month.

He did not! Did you call her six times? Yes, more. Where from? Rogan's apartment? No. And she's kidding you. Because we know somebody called her for Rogan's apartment six times last month. Oh, come on, Chodders. We know all about it.

That's not waste any more time. Come on. Tell us all you know. I don't know nothing! Oh, yes, you do. Now, let's hear next. We know you weren't in on a shooting. But we also know Rogan went right to your place after the shooting.

well how do you know that that's right is the charter well yet now let's have a look well he can over and tell me what happened well they wanted yeah well in the chest in the lake what to do it well he wanted to get out of town so so after he's uh... we'd uh... laid low a couple of days he was uh... well enough

travel so we took him to stop the first go what i got there well i thought he was on the ferry building is that the truth charter yes on the level. He said something about having relatives there, so I said goodbye to him and came on home. That's all I know about it, honest. Yeah, you got nothing on me. I just

have nothing to do with it. Can I do it now, huh? Can I go? Yeah, you can go. And the trail ends at the ferry building in San Francisco. All those Rogan relatives are watched by the San Francisco police. There is apparently no communication with Rogan. The The Earth's teams will have swallowed him up.

Descriptions of the killer are sent to police departments all over the world. In Balboa, in the Panama Canal Zone, a suspect answering Rogan's description is arrested. Fingerprints from Los Angeles reveal him to be the wrong man.

The Oregon State Police hold it in fact. A checkup revealed their man to have a missing finger. He is released. Rogan is recorded recuperating in a hunting resort near Reading. The Jedi of Ashastha County investigates the place and finds nothing.

The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The Raise up on the $500 an operas for Revan's capture.

The Detective magazine's print-for- Maybe I have. Are you going fine? Maybe. How much? That'll be 168.

Oh here, I have two bucks. Just a minute, I'll get you king. Oh keep it, I'm gonna hurry. Well I'll be going to go home to the pretty. Martha! Martha! That detective book. Yeah, that's right, the green one.

Hurry. Hold your horses. I'm coming to bed again. Nah, she was a pretty gal. Oh here you are. What you doing? Same things again? I'm going to go home. I'm going to go home. I'm going to go home.

I'm going to go home. I'm going to go home. I'm going to go home. and then things again. Mother, I do think we all seen $500 flying down the road. Yes, sir. Here he is.

Who taught that? What a fellow that just bought gas. James Sidney Rookin wanted dead or alive. Well, what's his life in summer? His wife's life in summer. Mother, I didn't get it. And you call yourself a detective.

Well, just the same. I'm going to write to the chief of police at Los Angeles. You ought to know about this! And in Milford, Connecticut, the editor of the local newspaper has a short order cooking a dining card on this edition.

Heh heh. Let me have a doughnut too, eh? Coming up? Eh. Hey, you might give me some butter. Eh, just put it on my coffee card too, eh? Eh. Eh, it's fine. Hey, uh... You ain't been here long, have ya?

No, a couple weeks. Where'd you come from? Where'd you come from? Where'd you come from, Jersey City? Eh? Yeah, it would have been west. Oh no, for the west of Newark. California is a great country, do you know me?

Yeah, I guess it is. There is some more I can hear. Oh, did I have some more coffee? Sure. Oh, sorry, I fucked my finger in that butter. Wait, oh, I've got a clean coffee.

No, no, no, no, that's all right. That's all right. And that's a silly habit I got when I was a kid. Me, but I rather saw it there like that. Oh, I got you a clean one.

No, no, no, no, no. It's fine. Hey, you know, mind if I drink these over the office to you, we're going to press soon, I guess I better get back. It's okay with me. Well, it's just me, but I'm the boss.

Oh, sure, sure, sure. There you are. Carefully preserving the fingerprinted coffee saucer in his ice bomb, the amateur detective editor writes cheap Davis for Rogan's fingerprint and finds to his chagrin that his suspect has probably been telling the truth about never being west of Newark.

At least he is not Rogan. That's all months past, and Rogan remains at large, and then one day, Inspector Davidson of the homicide detail called Com Dapper and Ryan into his office. Well, here's the weather I thought that interests you, boys.

What's it about? Rogan. Well, that's it. Hey, listen to this. Do you really intend paying $500 reward for the information leading to the arrest of Rogan? Because if you do, I can tell you where to find him.

Just write me, care of General Delivery San Francisco. Probably another one of those nuts. Well, what is true about it? I wrote and told him, wrote the reward absolutely would be paid. I will see what comes of it.

Following up this latest clue, San Francisco offices, working under the direction of Chief of Detective Charles de Laer, the San Francisco Police Department, throws a stakeout on the house pointed out. Seeing Rogue and Nutter and leave the place several times on the night of October 11th, 1933, they close in on the place.

You have to take it open. The men all closer to the hoes. Yeah. I'll never get you. They need a tie on it, he has. Oh, your flashlight this way. And we got him there.

Oh, and it is here. Wait a minute. What? Just to the sound down the hole here. Alright, let's open it. Hear him? Come on out of there. I'll give you a three and then I'll shoot through the door.

I'll cut you down, come on. Ah, hello, Rogan. We're mighty glad to see you. I ain't glad to see you. Right, don't you, Borsho. If you're gonna come and do you later, you'll never had me.

Yeah, how's that? I was lamin' out with you, never got me. And we figured we'd better pay you a card pretty soon. Yeah? Well, how about it, Rogan? Are you ready to talk about that job down in LA?

Yeah, I'll talk. Let's get out of here. I'll talk as soon as we get the headquarters. But the attorney was waiting for Rogan and headquarters. And on his advice, Rogan refused to talk. Lieutenant Ryan went to Sanfam's Discord couple of days later and brought Rogan back to taste trial.

A speedy trial was scheduled and successfully prosecuted by deputy district attorneys Grant Cooper and George Talman. Rogan's attorney tried to enter a plea of guilty to murder in the first degree in exchange for a life sentence, but the prosecution refused this move and on December 5th Rogan was found guilty of murder in the first degree with no recommendation for clemency.

On December 15th, 1933 Rogan was given the death penalty by Judge Fletcher Borran. He was sent to San Quentin in February 1934 and fought his hanging. But on February the 8th 1935 he was hanged by the neck, haunted dead.

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