Dragnet: The Big Streetcar

You're a detective sergeant. You're assigned a homicide detail. A man is shot down on the street of a residential neighborhood. He's critically wounded. You don't know who the assailant is. You don't know where he is.

Your job? Get him. Compare Fatima with any other king-size cigarette. Pro Fatima quality yourself. You'll find Fatima's length filters the smoke 85 millimeters for your protection. For the next 30 minutes in cooperation with the Los Angeles Police Department, you will

travel step by step on the side of the law through an actual case transcribed from official police violence. From beginning to ends, from crime to punishment, Dragnet is the story of your police force in action.

It was Thursday, January 20th. It was mild in Los Angeles. We were working the night, watch out of homicide detail. My partner is Ed Jacobs. The boss is Thad Brown, Chief of Detectives. My name is Friday.

I was on the way back from dinner and it was 957 p.m. when I got back to the City Hall room 42. Thomas I didn't tell. Alright, make it in time? No, they were closed up.

That's too bad. Where'd you eat? The cafeteria down the street was terrible. Nothing at all, huh? I figured I'd be safe with the corned beef hash. Even that wasn't much soggy, you know. Probably standing all day.

That's too bad I asked Johnny if he'd stay open a couple of minutes late, told him you were coming right over. The place was closed tight when I got there. I couldn't raise anybody. Tough luck.

Sharp ribs are really good tonight. Some great pie too, boys and berry. Best I had anyway. Say, you got any of those bicarb pills in your locker? I could sure use one. Afraid not. You had the last one to Jean Bechtel tonight.