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The story you're about to hear is true. The names of Incheon to protect the innocent. Fatima cigarettes. Best of all, King Sy cigarettes brings you dragnet. You're a detective sergeant. You're assigned a burglary detailed. One of your informants contacts you by telephone. He says he wants to see you immediately. He claims knowledge of more than two dozen burglaries committed in your city. He offers the information despite threats against his own life. Your job investigates. The latest Fatima sales report shows thousands and thousands of King Sy cigarettes smokers are switching to Fatima. For the month of October, coast to coast actual figures show Fatima sales are up 110%. Or more than double.
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We're on the way out from the office and it was 138 pm when we got to the corner of North Main and Satellos Street. Johnny Copens Cafe. Very well filled up, you want to sit? The counter. There's a booth over there in the corner if people just leave. Oh yeah, didn't see it. Just alright, isn't it? Yeah, fine. Oh, it smells good. I wonder what the special is today. Well, it's up there on the blackboard. Oh yeah, I'm chill out of it with cheese, cold, slow, salad. That's no pretty good, doesn't it? I wish I hadn't had lunch. I should have waited. I keep forgetting Monday's enchilada day down here. I sure like the way Johnny faces. Oh, Freddie, Ben, how are you? I'm fine, right? Yeah, I get these dirty dishes out of the way. That's a great idea. Are you going to be the special? No, we forgot today was Monday, we had lunch already. Too bad, a little bit of coffee. Yeah, it's fine. Freddie? Yeah, I say it from your Roberta, both on black, I guess. Okay, two black. So you haven't seen Smolly around this app. You haven't had your Roberta? Red Smolly? Red, no, I haven't seen him for a couple of days. So he said the meeting here at 130. He'll be along, he's never been on time as long as I've known.
Yeah, I wonder what's eating him. He sounded a little excited on the phone. To give you any idea what it was all about? No, I just said it was important, I just see. Hey, I just think he maybe I could have had one of those enchiladas after all. There there's red. All right, fellas. Oh, great, great. All right. It's a long time. Sit down, red, good to see you. Yeah, thanks. What's snow with you though, anyway? I'm about to much hotter with you. You all right, two coffees, bro, I tell you, red. Hungry, what about a hamburger steak, huh? Some coffee too. Hamburger steak and coffee, right? You looking pretty fresh, hey, Brad, you working steady now? You know how it goes, not again, off again. Put in a full month playing bar, boy, at Ziggy's joint placed on a South Mangino. Mm-hmm, whatever, there. Business fell off and Ziggy said he had let me go. And kind of thin ever since. I'm hustling programs out of the racetrack right now. It's not too bad. I can't afford to bet, but I get to see the races free. You can have everything again. What does danger little worried about some red? Anything serious? Well, yeah, I might be.
My guy's telling a mario on the phone, though. Wouldn't do me no good if a guy don't know what I mean by talking to you about it, you know. He'd probably tie a can of myself if you knew I told you. Who's that? God, my name is Jeff Allen, you know what I'm? No, it doesn't tell a minute of me. I mean, hey, there's with you, man. Second story worker. Not to say they too. He's fell a couple of times on burger-y wraps. Know his business, though. How long, Maxie? How long has he been in town, you know? About six months, I think. Come from the east. Finish the stretch back in Michigan. It's a real pro. What's he doing out here, then? No matter if fact, that's where I want to talk to you about, figure, maybe you don't know. Bill. He's doing real good the way I get it. I heard him a couple other guys talking about it one night down Ziggy's. And they were having a couple beers. I guess they didn't think I could hear him. What they had to say? This guy, Allen, was running off about how good he was doing. How many places he knocked over in the last couple of months? How much stuff he took? What did he look like, then? Oh, pretty average.
About my height. Dark hair. Little sky. I am his channel. About 160, 70, maybe, 36 years old. Usually worse leather jacket than black one. All right, ready to go for your steak, Carl? Yes, fine. Should I grab a tight these days? Working out here, you know, I'm just good. Yeah, I'm a show you aren't passionate about what pet your size is. Oh, yeah. There you go. Uh-huh. Well, good. He's regularly jobs, Allen, supposed to be pulling red. Where's he working on, do you know that? Well, now I guess it on. All the time I suppose. I'm sure good hammered it. When you ever heard him talking to his friends, did he mention any jobs in particular that he pulled? No, he's working hard. I know that, bro, Pat. It pulls him in every week or so, where I go. And what about his ammo, man? I'm right on the second side of the team. He used a Yamera small pinch bar, usually goes to a window.
He worked alone? Uh-huh, strictly. There's nice, nice and fresh. Yeah. Where's Allen staying in town, do you know that? No, no, no. I know where you can find him, though. I'm with 1322, Carl, about a North pass. I got out there quite a bit almost every night. I think the guy who owns the joint should find him. Jeff L was, that's supposed to be his right thing, red. Far as I know, huh? I only met him a couple of times. He hung around Ziggy's place when he first come to town. Of course, I didn't know what he looked at then. You don't well up the talk, do you? Or just about, yeah, huh? Buddy's got a mind thing. That's why I don't want to get out, you know? He gets the word I'm on here, team. Mom and dad, doctor, I don't think you waste a minute. Kill on me. You don't have to worry, red. We'll keep it quiet. When did you hear anything else? Is that just about the size of them? No, I'm just about to find. I'll keep near the ground if I get them all rumble. I'll pass it on. Right. You guys, you know, I really hate to talk about it.
What's that, red? I mean, how bad things have been run unlikely in the last since I got laid off on Ziggy's. I hustle like mad with a program, I'm just on the track, bringing a whole lot though. And it allows you to land later, and I raised my rent last week. Well, what can you use, red? Well, you know, I've got nothing at all just a little long, maybe something helped me hold it home. Well, when I came out of here, I was in 20, you got any change? Well, thanks, grandma. I tried to be fine. That's probably how I should appreciate that. Oh, yeah. Well, real good hamburger steak, Johnny, puts off. I gotta get going. I'll be down the track. Well, red, thanks a lot. There's anything else to call us, huh? You got our number. I think I'll stay right on. You want me to find a thing holler, huh? I'm still the same place. Right. Thanks a lot, huh? Stay away. Yeah, I get easy, red. Yeah. Well, red. Hmm, you're getting a little expensive, huh? I've probably been having a rough time with what he looked over here. I mean, sure did grab that $20 bill like his life, depending on you.
I went to buy some new wool socks for there. Well, I'll split it with you. Be worth more than $20 bucks if the tip pays off. Oh, man, don't get me wrong. I didn't mind getting them in $20 bucks. It was worth it, but look at this year. Oh, I guess. Check for the food. Yeah, I think at least he could have done what's paid for his own money. Buy and large, the character of the informant, in fact, affection isn't generally regarded with too much sympathy. To most people, the informant's nothing more than a stool pigeon, a squealer. Somebody who, with a very active informing, commits a sin against a supposedly popular unwritten law. Well, it's obvious that this isn't always so, because in the interests of law enforcement and justice, which means the betterment of the community, the informant very often plays a major role. Year after year, informants are responsible for the apprehension and conviction of many hundreds of criminals, people who rob and cheat and commit murder, crimes that are obviously far deadlier than informing.
As for the mechanics of law enforcement at the level of the working detective, the informant is considered virtually indispensable. It's been said before by peace officers, and it'll probably be said again quite a few times. If your job is catching criminals and enforcing the law, this is the first rule you have to learn. The working detective is no better than his informants. 212 PM. Then I had no idea if the information we've gotten from Red Smolly was authentic or not, but it had to be checked out. We went back to the office and had Frank Cunningham and I checked on Jeff Allen. We also had the stats office make a run for us on suspects with similar M.O.'s. Then we started to paste through reports of burglaries which it occurred throughout the city during the past three months. How you doing over there, anything at all? Not too much. Wait a minute, maybe. This might be one of them. Here, let me see. Home in Holland-Beg Park, neighborhood, burglaries M.O. matches out in time, out of them, too.
Half and six weeks ago, when on the second floor of the house was probably the opening. It took the first money, twenty-three dollars. Well, that's the only one you found. Another one here, it took out a minute, too. M.O. is pretty much the same on this and, too. Only the same difference is the night of the week it happened on this one's a Thursday. Have a nice Sunday. I mean, it checks out pretty close otherwise. The only one that I can't figure out what's there. Well, Allen's supposed to have been in the city for at least six months. According to Red, he's working a job maybe once a week, once every ten days or so. Now, you've got two reports there that M.O. here. I've picked out two more from that other pile. Seems to me if he's been working in town for a couple of months or out of the more and four reports on him, Jimmy. Hi, guys. Hello. Burger and metal. Oh, yeah, fine. Jeff Allen. That's all? How you have, huh? Okay, right, Frank. Thank you. Sure. Why not go to make going out on this? I've won the rest here four years ago on a vague charge. There's a loser out of Michigan, who fell for Burger. Never been picked up for Burger here, though. He's an register.
That's all, huh? That's it. It doesn't seem to gel right to me. Doesn't he? Not a loose end, just to figure out. What if Red was handing us a letter, Mr. One? Why would he? Well, maybe he needed that $20 touch. Maybe this Jeff Allen's an old pallet is red at a falling out with him. He wants to get even with him, I suppose. But I don't know, I guess, huh? That's all, Frank. Hello, David. Hey, what do you say? What's with you? You still remember it's steak outside of the town? Yeah, third week, sugar and dough. You two are busy. What's all this? We've got a tip on some fraud, all right? It's time to get a line on it. Take a look at this 3.1, we get you. You and him many jobs recently to stack up like this. I see. We're shooting in the dark on it so far. I don't know if we got anything or not. I'd say you got it. Gregory Porton, 77 Division this morning, having to check it when I was out there. Same here, who was this? Same everything. What's the 5.5 DM? Ben and I went down the hall to the record bureau and picked up a couple of mug shots of the suspect Jefferson Allen. Then we drove out to the 1322 club on North Ferris Avenue in the Silver Lake District. The neighbors would bar where Allen spent most of his time, according to on-form and read Smalley.
We staked out on a car down the street where we could keep an eye on the front door to the bar and still not look suspicious. Between 5.5 and 7.30 PM, we watched at least 2 dozen customers entering or leaving the bar, but none of them came close to Allen's description. 8.00 PM, nothing. But the time when we relieved on stake out at 11.00 PM, Allen still had failed to show. Late the following afternoon, we were back at the same spot, watching for a sign of a suspect. 6.48 PM. How you fixed this move? I think I got a couple left. Here we go. I got a light here. I got a light here. I'm going to use fixed things. I'm going to use fixed things. Hey, I love you. Great hat. Dark suit. He just came out of the bar. He's coming this way. You know, I'll buy it for Tim. Getting that blue sedan, I don't press him. Let's get him a good leave. All right. Let's get him in.
What do you think, you know? Let's wait a minute. All right. Yeah, okay, we're clear. You got him spotted? Yeah, no trouble. That's funny when we're in. I don't know where we didn't seem to go in the bar. I don't know. Might be a delivery entrance in the back of a place we could have missed. Can you make out that license number? You plot just a little? Yeah. That's good. I'm going to see. Seven Tom, seven. Nine, seven, two. I better check it. 80K to control one. 80K to control one. Control one to 80K, go ahead. Control one. Request rolling make and DMV on seven Tom, seven. Nine, seven, two. That's seven Tom, seven. Nine, seven, two. Control one to 80K. Roger, standby. And the 367. There's nothing to be in the gray hurry. Barely poking along. Where is he now? I can't see. Just turn right on the broncin. I want to give him plenty and lean. Yeah. Have to end up ahead there.
Pickin' up speed, that always am pariah. Control one to 80K. Control one to 80K, come in please. Here we go. 80K to control one, go ahead. Seven Tom, seven. Nine, seven, two. The car is registered to be Denver, J. John Carpenter. 13, 22 North, there's 70 North, there's 80K. 80K to control one, Roger. KM8367 Carpenter. Same guy owns a bar, isn't it? His album must know him pretty well. Well enough to use his car. I wonder what the pitch is there. You checked on Carpenter, didn't you? Yeah, clean bill, I held no record. Yeah, you up ahead there. Now he's slowing down. Yeah. Turning up on that driveway. Pull up onto that tree there. Right. That's fine. See him? Uh-huh. He's getting out, going into that bungalow over there. Letting himself in the front door. No sign of anybody else now. You know, house was dark when we drove up one, right? He couldn't be living there alone. He might be. Because it makes my sense to me. Why would a single guy get himself out of that day?
Well, let's wait it out. Maybe he'll come up with the answer. 9.15 PM. We continued our stake out on the bungalow on South Bronson Avenue. A little more than an hour passed when we saw the lights go out on the house. The suspect, Jeff Allen, came out the front door, locked up, gotten his car and drove off. Ben and I followed him. He drove directly to the bar north, Ferris Avenue, the 1322 club. He parked his car and went inside. Ben and I drove back to the cottage on South Bronson and let ourselves in through the back door. A preliminary check of the house failed to give us any real proof that Allen was the suspect we wanted. The only possible lead we came up with was an expensive hunting rifle, which we found stored away in one of the closets. We copied down the serial number on the gun, drove to an ambulance to Garstorre, called the office, and asked him to check out the number for us. Yeah, right, Mark. We'll wait for the call. Yeah, thanks. What the hell'd you do? I'm going to check it through now that car's good. A little hurry, aren't you? Do I candy bar?
No, I'm getting a little tired of him. I wouldn't mind a square meal, though. My back's killing me. I've never been to so in my life. My what's the matter, Jeff? All right. No, nothing like that. It's my snoring again. Snoring? What's that got to do with it? I almost broke my back. It was a wife's idea. She claims that I'm sleeping all over my back and snores as it keeps your wake on her. There's not much you can do about it, is it? Yeah, wife saw something. Close being old home remedy. She saw a couple of golf balls right into the back of my pajamas. He got the idea behind it. If you roll over on your back, the golf ball's digging through you and you have to roll over on your side again. That's what happened to it. Well, I'm a sound sleeper. I rode over on my back and stayed there. Slept on those golf balls all night. We'll cut in the morning like the dying. But like I snapped a couple of vertebrae. It must be an easier way to keep you from sleeping on your back. I wouldn't do any good anyhow. George just won't worry. Right, right. I just know just his loud sleep on my side. I got it. Hello. Yeah, man. This is Joe Friday.
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We got additional information from the office on the hunting rifle that we found in the bungalow which we trailed the suspect Jefferson Al in a few hours earlier. The gun was registered to a Mr. Robert LaSalle, 308 Bush Street. The rifle, along with $300 in jewelry and $48 in cash, had been taken from LaSalle's home two months before during his family's absence. The burglar's method of operation matched Alon's alleged ammo exactly. 1045 PM. After arranging for a stakeout to be placed on the bungalow on Branson Avenue, Ben and I drove to the 1322 Club on North Ferris, where we located the suspect Jeff Alon. Yes sir, that's correct Sergeant. I'm from back in Michigan originally. I've been out here about six months now. I think I'm gonna like it. Sure can't beat this weather. You've been working here for the boy ever since you got him down, is that right? No, not quite. I've been here for about four months. Kind of a handyman job. I helped the bartender when I can. I'm not a storeroom in order. See everything shift-shaped, you know. You ever been in LaSalle just before Alon?
Yeah, just once before a couple of years ago. Wasn't so good then. Jots were hard to get. And ran into a little bit of trouble. Finally went back east again. I see. What was this trouble you had? Well as I say, Jots were pretty hard to come by then. I kept checking around, but I couldn't find anything. I'm so good. I finally got picked up on a bag chart. It's been a couple of weeks at the county. I got out, I figured the best thing was head back east again. A lot better this time. Well I'm doing okay. I said I couldn't get you anything. No, I'm not. No, I'm just saying. There's something maybe you'd like to talk to me about and see how I can help you with. It's a routine checkup where I've got a few more questions for you if you don't mind. Sure. Let's take one of these booths back here, huh? Might as well be comfortable. Yeah, okay. Go ahead. You sure I couldn't get you anything? I'd bottle up your clothes maybe. No, I don't think so. You have your family out here with you, Alan, you wife? No, I'm not married to Sergeant. I haven't taken the plunge yet. It's pretty much plenty of time for that.
I heard enough. Keep myself going these days, let alone a family. Yeah, I know what you mean. You ever been arrested before, Alan? I mean, other than that bag chart you mentioned, you ever served me a big time? No matter fact, I have. Back in Michigan. Pretty dumb to trick. I got in trouble with the kid. Burgwery. I served all my time though, I don't owe him a day. I'm washed up with that stuff a long time ago. It just doesn't pay that some. Then that last time there was any trouble with that bag chart, is that it? Yes, and that's it. As I say, I'm all washed up with that stuff. It doesn't pay off at all, I got wasted of that. Let me hear that. You think you're going to stay on here then, make this your permanent home. Yeah, I think I might. It sure like the weather. Job suits me too. Boss even lets me use his car once in a while. Very nice, huh? Yeah, huh. What are you living now? You got an apartment in the neighborhood here? Yeah, I got an apartment, nice little place. Not exactly in the neighborhood though. It's on West Hollywood right on a bus line. No trouble getting in the world with a smaller apartment. What about some West Hollywood? You mind giving us the address? No, it's on Norwich Avenue. Why do you have? Part of this routine check we have to make.
You mind very much if we drive out there with you? I don't look please over. No, I don't mind. I mean, if you figure I need checking out, I just assume cleared it up now. I got nothing to hide. Do you want me to get my coat? No, that's all right. Say, uh... I should be back here in an hour or so. What do you think? I mean, it's just a routine checker won't take long with us. No, not too long. I suppose you can figure that better than we can. Honey, me. You said you had nothing to hide. 11.20 PM. We drove the suspect Jeff Allen to his apartment on Norwich Avenue. It was more than two and a half miles from the bungalow in South Bronson, where we followed Allen earlier that night, and where we located the stolen hunting rifle. While Ben and I meet a thorough check of the apartment, Allen sat relaxed in an easy chair. Ben and I covered everything in the apartment, but there was no evidence of any loot taken in the burglaries. That's about it, Joe. Check everything. Okay. That's about it, Sergeant. You fellas want a beer before you go back to the club? I just wanted two more questions. Allen and I didn't want you to stay up.
Sure, Sergeant. Have you rent some other place in town? Another house or an apartment, maybe? Another place? No, why would I do that? This is my apartment. This is where I live. Why do I sit? Why do I sit? About six o'clock tonight, you were seen going into a bungalow over on South Bronson, the same neighborhood as a club where you worked. We got a pretty good idea that there's quite a bit of loot from burglaries stored in that house. I don't follow you, Sergeant. I don't know what you mean. I don't live on South Bronson. I live here. You want to be able to tell that. You were seen going into the bungalow around about five minutes past six tonight. We found a stolen hunting rifle in the house. It was taken in the burglaries. You think you want to tell us about it? No, I can't tell you anything about it. I don't have any bungalow on South Bronson. I'm not even sure I can tell you where this tree is. When you better get your head, Mr. will show you. 11.48 pm. We got in the car and started driving down Beverly Boulevard back toward the bungalow in South Bronson Avenue. When we got to the bungalow, the suspect still refused to admit that he had a key to the door, or that he was in any way concerned with a place.
We had him empty his pockets, and among his possessions we found a ring of keys. We tried them on the front door of the bungalow. The fourth one we tried opened it. We went inside. Alan still would admit nothing. Ben contact is a landlady next door. She said she'd be right over. I continued questioning him while Ben checked through the house again. Hey, Jill. Oh. Do you want to come back here? I think we've got something. Yeah, all right, Ben. You want to go ahead back here, Alan? Sure, OK. I still can't tell you what the score is. Oh, I don't belong in this place. I don't mind. Well, that key you had seemed to fit the front door. How do you figure that? It doesn't mean anything. I had that key for years. I think it's a skeleton key. You open almost any kind of life. Down here, Jill. Small basement here. Leave right down off the kitchen. All right. Go ahead, Alan. Mm-hmm. Have a look, Jill. Line it, cover. It's all the way around here. Check them for yourself. I'm going to run. Pretty good haul.
First, for sheeners to. Jewelry. Quite a bit of it here. A couple of radios. Two more hunting rifles. Come on, how about it, Alan? You want to save time for all of us now? You got it wrong, sir. I think this isn't my place. I told you. When I got out of that trouble back east, I made up my mind. It was all washed up with this kind of stuff. It's not a season mind. I haven't got anything to do with it. You're kidding yourself. Alan, you know that. No, you got it all wrong. You got it all mixed up. Well, we left the land laid to tell her. Mm-hmm. The woman who owns this house, she's on her way over next door. She ought to be able to tell us who she went to the place too. Wouldn't you say so? Wouldn't you? She might be wrong. It's possible. No, look, we got you dead to right, Mr. Winnett, face it. Can't. Well, do what I made up my mind the last time. Wouldn't happen again. It was all washed up with it. I won't go through it again. It'll send me back. I won't be able to take it.
Maybe you should have figured that out before you started in. I didn't mean to. I was all washed up with that stuff. I told you that the first time I saw you, didn't I? You're up. Be sure of it, too. I wouldn't try it again. Did you pay? It's just what I told you. I'm all through with it. I'm washed up with it. I never lied to you, did I? What's the difference? Hm? You lied to yourself. The Starry You Have Just Heard was true. The names were Jane, Mr. Protect the Innocent. On July 6, trial was held in Superior Court Department 86 City and County of Los Angeles State of California. In a moment, the results of that trial. Now, here is our Star Jack Web. Thank you. September, the team of first made its famous money back offer. Minions heard it. Yet only 46 of written. October, actual figures reported Fatima sailed up 110% coast to coast or more than double. November, thousands more switching to Fatima. So why wait?
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