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Dragnet, the documented drama of an actual crime.
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 files. From beginning to end, from crime to punishment,
Dragnet is the story of your police force in action.
It was Wednesday, April 2nd. It was windy in Los Angeles. We were working the early morning watch out of homicide.
My partner's Ben Romero, the boss of Stadbrown, chief of detectives. My name's Friday.
I was on the way back from communications, and it was 5.25 am when I got to room 42. Homicide.
What's up?
Hello?
Is this Ms. Jones?
Yes, who is it?
Yes, who is it?
This is Joe Friday.
I'm sorry to bother you, Ms. Jones, is Lee there?
Oh, yes, Joe.
Just a minute, I'll wake him.
Lee.
Lee, honey.
Lee, it's Joe Friday.
He wants to talk to you.
Yeah, Joe, what is it?
I'm sorry to wake you.
Can you come down right away?
What's the trouble?
Got a call from Firehead headquarters a couple of minutes ago.
They had a fire in the roaming house over on 7th Street
to find two dead bodies in one of the rooms.
Yeah.
He's up again.
Well, the battalion chief doesn't think so.
They found both bodies on the bed.
There was evidence of arson in the room.
What kind of proofs are they?
The victims.
That's why we called you.
What you got?
Friday Parmen thinks they were dead before the fire started.
5.30 a.m., Romero and I drove out to the roaming house
on 7th Street.
It was a two-story building in the middle of the block
between South Grand and Toledo Avenue.
On one side of it was a small trench and hotel
on the other, a building which housed a book binding
firm in studios for an acrobatic dancing school.
When we got there, the salvage crew was still working.
We were directed to the second floor
where we met with a man in charge from the fire department,
but that in chief saw them.
It's right down the hall here.
Watch your step, then.
Oh, yeah.
You have the names of the victims, chief.
We think it's Guthrie, Mr. Mrs. Charles Guthrie.
Old couple lived here for some time, I understand.
Here we are.
We figured that's where it started right under the bed over there.
Heat must have been terrific.
A little water, yeah.
This is where most of the damage was done, chief.
No, rooms on both sides got it, too.
Not as bad as this, so.
Guthrie's had two rooms, this and the one
adjoining through the doorway.
When the fire starts, got the idea.
About quarter to five, I'd say.
The landlady smelled a smoke about 10 to 5 put in the alarm.
Fire was out three minutes after fire.
Any other casualties besides the Guthrie's emerald?
No, it's just a two.
OK.
We'll run the band here.
Here.
Where's the eye to see?
Yeah, it's pretty bad.
When band you can see from the position of the two bodies,
doesn't look to me like they suffocate.
No evidence of thing.
Try to get out of the room.
Both relax.
Looks like somebody did them in and try to cover with oxygen.
I'll change.
Yeah?
On the floor there.
Oh, yeah, a parrot.
Somebody running its neck looks like to me,
and through it there on the floor.
There's EMTK, German car, and door job.
Faith?
Yeah, why?
Shoeba's still talking to the landlady.
He hasn't come back.
Clyde liked to meet Friday and Rebello.
Oh, no.
Sorry.
Friday and Romero, homicide detail.
This is Clyde Wyand from the Iceland Squad.
Oh, yeah, for you.
Do you want to show them that set up Clyde?
I want them to touch down.
I'm glad to.
You can take a look under the bed there.
Tells most of the story.
I see directly underneath there.
Let me see.
Mm-hmm.
What is that, Wyand?
Pretty charred.
Rags and papers.
Had a good soaking and kerosene before they were touched off.
Strong out all under the bed here.
Couldn't miss out.
Throw a guy, whoever set it up.
Most of the carpeting in the room was doused with the kerosene, too.
That's much you can count on.
The man who touched it off knew something about timing devices.
I want to show them that ring climb.
Right here.
Yeah.
Ordinary electric heater.
It's automatic timer was connected to it then plugged in.
Heater was placed under the bed right next to the rags and papers.
Timer was set probably for about 4.45 AM.
Timer let go on schedule.
Heater warmed up.
Rags and papers caught fire than the mattress.
You can see the rest for yourself.
At the time, a pretty intricate way.
The man who put it together was no amateur as a chief son.
Must have known something about clockwork.
Why?
Why, it's human.
Yeah, Mac.
Excuse me.
I'll be back in a minute.
You bet.
Thanks very much.
You'd find anything else?
Did Mike tie in G?
Not in this room, you know.
Dead parrot there.
Door the cage of him.
Probably a pet.
You might have been out of the cage at the time of the fire.
There's a possibility the parrot could have suffocated him.
Not from what I can see.
No, as I say, it looks to me like somebody
rang the birds next to your green feathers on the floor there.
That's your journey room, you know.
OK.
I figure the gutter has used it as a sitting room.
Yeah.
You can see the fire didn't wipe out everything in there.
Hey, Joe, come here, man.
Right.
This carpet here, with a door, dog stains.
Let me see.
What do you think?
Could be blood.
Heavy stains, he's showing up on them.
Yeah.
Looks like more of them are that dust there.
Someone the wall, too.
Desk drawers open here.
Yeah, I see that.
That's about it.
You know as much as we do so far.
Yeah.
We know how the fire was touched off.
Where the side of the fire didn't kill those two people in there.
The boys from Arsene Squad talking to the other rumours in the building.
Right now, you can check with them.
OK.
Well, thank you very much, Chief.
And a certain appreciate.
Not at all.
The usual break, isn't it?
How's that?
This is fire prevention week.
5.53 a.m. Lieutenant Lee Jones and the crew
from the crime lab arrived.
Davis, the photographer.
Dean Bergman from Layton, Prince.
Pictures were taken of both rooms, which made up Mr. and Mrs. Guthrie's living quarters.
Photographs of the bodies were taken.
Bergman processed for fingerprints.
While Lee Jones continued his investigation, Ben and I went down the hall to the land ladies
apartment where we met with Ray Schubert, one of the men from the Arsene Squad.
It is matter from Homicide Division.
Sergeant Friday, Sergeant from Maryland.
This is a dead man, right?
Yes, Clarice, dead man.
How do you do?
I managed the house here with either of you care for cup of tea.
Oh, thank you.
I wouldn't care for you.
When did you last see Mr. and Mrs. Guthrie, man?
Well, at least.
Miss Guthrie, I saw her just before dinner last night, woke for six.
I went in the barn egg in a cup of flour.
She was all right, then.
Was there anyone with her?
No, so she was alone.
When about Mr. Guthrie, when did you last see him?
About 730.
I looked at my window and I saw him closing up the parking lot.
Did the Guthrie's have any visitors at all yesterday, do you remember that?
Just what I know of.
Jack Marshman, he's working for Mr. Guthrie.
It's got a year now.
When did Marshman visit the Guthries, do you know?
Round four, yesterday afternoon.
Yes, I was there, too.
Mrs. Guthrie and Jack and I had a cup of tea together.
Then Jack left to go back to work and then I left.
You didn't notice anyone else in or near the Guthrie's rooms after that?
No.
I had my dinner and listened to her radio play and then I went off to bed.
Well, I knew you were upset, Mr. Stettman, but can you think of anybody who might have wanted to do away with the Guthries?
Anybody had a reason to do them harm?
Of course, far as I know, Sergeant.
They didn't have an enemy in the world.
I guess I was wrong.
They're all terrible, then.
Nice, ma'am.
We'll leave our card here, will you?
All right.
If you want to contact us, don't hesitate to call any time.
All right, thank you.
Thank you, Mrs. Stettman.
Goodbye, ma'am.
Goodbye.
What time are you?
6'15.
It's pretty early.
They ought to be able to post the body's forces morning.
Thank you, Friday.
Oh, yes, Chief.
Jones, your prime lab man's looking for you.
Thank you.
Ben, you called the corner to you.
Yeah, there's always way over.
They?
All right.
You were looking for you.
Got a few things.
Yeah, what's that?
This hammer.
Mounted over in the corner under some of the rubble.
Well.
These stains on the metal handle here, on the head,
gave it the benzodyne test as blood.
You figured some murder weapon?
I have no more when I get the corners report.
Bergman lifted a lot of nice prints.
A lot of them all over everything.
Yeah.
On the handle this hammer, on that timing contraption over there,
the one that touched off the fire,
even left some in the next room, on that metal box in the door of the desk.
How about that?
That good print's from each room.
They match.
Come in the next room for something else.
All right.
Yeah?
Those stains on the carpet by the door,
the stains on the carpet by the desk,
those on the wall, blood stains on them.
And you can see here,
Taylor stains, all leading from the door into the murder room.
I mean, you figure they were murdered in here,
and then they'd kill each other at the bodies in the next room,
put them on that bed.
And then he said, fire to cover up, that's my guess.
How about the prints on the box in that desk, Lee?
Might've been money in the box.
Possibly, Bergman.
That's an angle.
I'll take scrapings from these stains
on a biological precipitant when I get back to the lab.
I'll let you know how that comes out.
Let us start finishing up.
Right, Lee.
Thanks very much.
Well, it looks like we're in fair shape.
A hammer, a couple of fingerprints.
All righty.
Romero?
Yes, yoga.
I saw the work from Mr. Guthrie in the parking lot,
Jack Marshman.
He just got here.
Did you talk to him?
Why not having one of the empty rooms down the hall?
Thanks.
Which way?
Down here.
It seems pretty well broken out.
He talked to anyone besides you, since he got here.
No, I told him the gut is we're dead,
that's all.
It's taking him pretty hard.
Which one?
Right here.
This friend I had, Charlie, bought it.
I knew I should have stayed with him.
I knew I should have.
These men are from homicide, Mr. Marshman.
Sergeant Friday, Sergeant Romero.
You know, Mr. Marshman, how are you?
I don't know what I can tell you.
I can't understand.
What Charlie, what?
What can I do to help?
I'd like to have you answer a few questions, if you don't mind.
Certainly.
Certainly anything to help out with.
Please, you've got to find out who ever did it.
You've got to find out who killed them.
We'll try, Mr. Marshman.
No, would you tell us the last time you saw the gutters alive?
Sure.
Come on.
Mrs. Guthrie, about hole 415 yesterday afternoon.
Me and Mrs. Stedman, she's a line lady, we had tea with her.
And I went back to help Mr. Guthrie, the parking lot.
When's the last time you saw him?
Oh, it's about 6.30.
It's when I get off duty at the lotto.
I said goodbye to Charlie.
I have a don to him here's the last time I'd seen him alive.
I just can't understand such a vicious thing.
Charlie, what?
It's really terrible.
Yes, sir.
You wouldn't just sit down here, Mr. Marshman.
Thanks, Mr. Marshman.
Right.
Great.
Look out.
Are you sure you're the only one who talked to Marshman since he...
That's right, I met him at the door downstairs.
The only thing you told him was that the gutters were dead.
It's all he got from us.
Any chance he could have been in the room since the fire?
Not a chance.
Then how do you know somebody killed him?
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Wednesday, April 2nd, 6.45 a.m.,
Lee Jones and his men completed their investigation and took their findings back to the crime lab for further examination.
The deputy coroner arrived and removed the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Guthrie to the county more.
Together with Clyde Wyant and Ray Schubert of the arson squad, Ben and I continued questioning the Guthrie's friend and employee, Jack Marshman.
His answers got more confused and he kept contradicting himself.
In some ways, he seemed childlike and others.
He would deal more complex.
We're strong along.
In order to keep up the pretence that he was not a suspect,
we asked him to come along with us while we checked his living quarters.
A two-room basement apartment near Olympic and South Flower.
We explained it as a routine check.
Mark Marshman was calm and self-assured.
Well, here it is, officer.
Let's see if you're still.
Yeah, mm-hmm.
Nice comfortable play.
I like it.
We've been here for about three years.
Well, this room's where I do my living.
Pulled on bed.
It's a little gas plate over there.
That's handy.
Compact.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I see.
What do you use this next room for here, Jack?
It's my shop.
I like to put it around.
Care to sit?
Yeah, okay.
Mm-hmm.
It's very nice.
What's your hobby?
Watchmaking here.
You used to be a watchmaker.
I've worked at it lately though.
The shop's pretty hard to find.
Mm-hmm.
These parts here on the bench.
Are you making something, Jack?
I've just fallen around.
All the alarm clock there.
I'm fixing it up for a friend.
Oh, he's wires and things.
They all go into the work something more or less.
Yeah.
Just set my phone around.
It keeps me busy, you know.
I like a hobby there.
Say it's good for you.
So what they say here.
What does this do with all my stuff?
That's my closet.
Just some clothes and stuff in there.
Just junk.
Don't matter if I let thee.
It's only a closet.
They're just clothes and junk, isn't it?
See?
Say, Jack, do you usually keep this stuff around?
Huh?
Oh.
It's, uh...
It's kerosene and it's pretty dangerous.
It's a story like this.
There's no cap on it.
I'm glad you reminded me.
I got to get a cap for that.
I used it to wash up my hands before you were coming from the bench.
I'm this shirt.
He's trousers.
Are you his jacket?
I wish he wouldn't dry get stuff out.
I'd get my stuff all mixed up.
Yeah, they're mine.
It's what I've figured.
It stains here.
It's quite a few of them.
Uh, some kind of paint I was using.
I'm pretty sloppy with things.
What's my pain, is it, Jack?
It's a little like blood to me.
What difference does it make to working clothes?
I think the reason was in the day.
Why don't you lay off?
Huh?
Who cares what kind of stain it is?
You're coming here snooping around, looking all around.
I invited you, and you're out.
I didn't give you the place.
This is my apartment.
This is my shop.
You can get out.
You hear me? You're both here. You can get out.
It's a matter, Jack.
I said you can get out.
All right.
You want to tell us before we go?
I'll tell you what.
Why you killed the Guthries?
What do you mean?
Why did you kill Mr. and his Guthrie?
No reason.
I just did.
Nine a.m.
You put the stain clothing in the materials
from the work bench in the car.
Together with the suspect, we headed back for the office.
On the way, Marsman was quiet.
He asked for some breakfast.
We stopped him and bought him some ham and eggs.
We tried to get him to talk, he refused.
After breakfast, we dropped the stain clothing
and the other things of the crime lab
and then we drove to the city hall.
We parked the car in front of a spring street
and Princess started off the stairs.
Hey, wait a minute.
What's wrong?
I've been thinking.
Yeah.
It's all a mistake.
What is?
I didn't know what I was talking about.
I didn't kill him.
9.47 a.m.
Ben and I took the suspect into the interrogation room.
We checked him through R&I.
He had a record of two petty thefts the year before.
We went back to the interrogation room and got on the phone.
We called late in fingerprints.
We made him, Joe.
The prints on the hammer, the timing device,
and the metal box on the desk.
They all belong to Marshman.
10.03 a.m.
I call the county morgue.
What he said identified as Mr. and Mrs. Charles Guthrie,
cause of death, Mrs. Guthrie,
multiple depressed factors of the skull,
subarachanoid, hemorrhage, blunt instrument,
cause of death, Mr. Guthrie, about the same.
Compressions of the brain and the occipital area
around the brainstem.
10.25 a.m.
I put in a call to lead Jones at the crime lab.
The materials on the workbench are the same
that went into that automatic timer, Joe.
These together cut ends of some of the wires they match.
How about the stains on his clothes?
Human blood.
10.45 a.m.
We laid it out for the suspect.
Step by step.
Let me rest a while.
I feel better.
Let me think.
We stayed with him.
We waited.
11.20 a.m.
The suspect opened his eyes.
Sorry?
Yeah.
I want to talk about it.
11.25 a.m.
Schubert and Watt from the arson squad joined us.
We called in one of the stenographers to take marksman's statement.
Eleanor Eastlack.
She automatically took down the time the police and those present.
Jack, this is me, Eastlack.
She's going to record your statement
so there'll be no misunderstandings to what you said this time.
I do, ma'am.
No.
You want to handle the question?
All right.
Jack, we've got a few preliminaries here for you.
Okay.
John Everett Marshall, is that your true name?
Yeah.
Where do you live?
122.5 Morgan Place, Parvin B.
What's your age?
Very center.
Occupation.
Watchmaker.
When I'm working.
Well, Jack, you've indicated to us in the previous conversation
that you're willing to make a statement setting forth
the true facts surrounding the deaths of Mr. Miss Charles Guthrie.
That's right, I'll tell you.
Were you in their home Tuesday, April 1st?
That's yesterday.
Yeah, that's right, I was.
What time did you get there?
First time?
About five minutes to four, and you have to know.
Mr. Guthrie was there, and so his landlord
and Mr. Stedner were here, and some tea.
Was anybody else present while you were there?
No.
I said three hours.
How long did you stay here?
Well, I left about four or fifteen, I guess.
I guess I was there about twenty minutes.
Where'd you go when you left?
I'll back the parking lot as usual.
Charlie Guthrie left and went home to dinner.
You got back about six or fifteen?
I left at six thirty quitting time.
Where'd you go after you left the parking lot?
Around the block, then.
Back to the Guthrie's place.
Why'd you go back there?
To get money.
Charlie never paid me enough.
Picked me up, expecting me to work for nothing.
All right.
Now in your own words, when you'd tell us
just what happened starting when you ended the Guthrie's apartment
the second time?
Mrs. Guthrie opened the door, now we're in.
She gave me a cup of tea, and I told her I wanted some money.
She wouldn't give me any here.
I don't know why, but I was mad.
I second-tired of both of them.
They never gave me enough money.
No, ma'am.
How did he get sergeant?
All right, go ahead, please.
Mrs. Guthrie went in the next room, and I went over the desk
and got the money from the box that they keep it in.
I don't know how much I grabbed all of it.
And then her, it started squawking.
Mrs. Guthrie came running in, she saw me with the money,
and she says, Jack, I picked up something and hit her.
It was the hammer, and I kept hitting her.
Can you remember how many times you hit her?
No, I don't know. She fell down.
The pair out was still squawking, jumping around the cage,
and I went over and opened the door of the cage and pulled the pair out.
It stopped moving finally.
I went in the bedroom and threw it on the floor,
and I dragged Mrs. Guthrie in the bedroom, and put her on the bed, and I left.
Where'd you go?
No, I don't know, I walked around.
I tried to think of something.
It's cold.
I got a bottle of wine, I drank it, and...
I got to thinking about what Charlie did when he got home.
I knew he'd be sure I did, and he always blamed me for everything.
So I finally went back to the Guthrie's place and found the hammer that I used on her.
What'd you intend doing with the hammer?
Killed Charlie.
And she had it coming, so did he.
You can't blame me if they forced me into it,
and anybody would have done the same.
What'd you do after you found the hammer again?
I picked it up and waited for Charlie to come home.
I remember that.
Wine made me feel pretty good.
I stood there in a dark hole in the hammer,
watched out the window for Charlie.
It was cold out, I remember that.
It was already on down the hall, and I held on the hammer and waited for Charlie.
And he on light across the street that came through the windows.
All he was on the bed in there.
I could see the pearl on the floor.
It was quiet.
I had a smoke.
Traffic kept home by outside, I could hear that.
All right.
He'll hold on to the hammer.
It's windy out.
I kept thinking Mr. Guthrie was looking at me from the bed that she wasn't.
Charlie came home at the usual time, and it left at 7.30.
It stood by the door.
He came in and closed the door after him when he reached for the lights I hit him.
It fell down.
I hit him some more.
You couldn't blame me.
Anybody would have done the same.
Anybody would have the way he kicked me around.
How many times did you hit him?
I don't know.
Was it twice?
Three times?
I don't know.
He didn't really quit moving.
That's all.
I took him, dragged him into the bedroom, put him on the bed with his wife.
I put him over.
Wipe the stains off of me and left with the only thing I could do.
Where'd you go then?
In my place.
I knew that time I had to do the trick.
I put it in a shopping bag with some stuff and I went back to the Guthrie's.
They were still there on the bed.
Carrot was on the floor.
Would you repeat that last part in this emotion?
Well, I said they were still on the bed.
The Guthrie's in a pair.
It was on the floor next the bed.
Put the Carrison on the carpenter's eggs and paper on the bed.
And rigged up the electric heater in the automatic timer and set it off.
A little slower.
We'll just pick up the jacket and slow it down.
Just a little bit.
Oh, sorry.
How did you read the timer?
Is that after he hit him right now?
I had to take all morning to tell you you got the timer.
And I'll take it apart and explain it to you if you want.
All right.
What was your purpose in setting fire in the room?
You knew both Mr. and Mrs. Gustaf were dead, didn't you?
Well, sure.
They forced me into it.
I set the fire to make it look like an accident like they'd burned a day.
What would you do after you set the timer?
Oh, left.
We'd down the street and bought a couple bottles of wine.
Talked to the guy and then I walked around a while.
It was too cold, so I went home.
When did you get home?
2.30 maybe, I don't remember 2.
Did you go right to bed?
Yeah.
Did you go to sleep?
No.
No.
I laid down and read a movie magazine, drank the wine, finally.
I finished up the two bottles and those, though.
What time did you get up?
Little before six this morning, we're down in the gutteries to know it's around.
That's why I met you guys.
Well, you know all the rest because I've been with you ever since.
All right, Jake.
Anything else you'd like to add?
No, I told you.
All right.
And the statement was given free and voluntarily.
There's been no promise of immunity or reward extended to you.
Yeah, that's right.
Was any force violence or duress used to induce you to make this statement?
No.
Okay.
These questions and answers have been recorded by the Secretary here.
After they've been transcribed, will you be willing to sign it as a true statement?
Sure, sure.
All right, owner.
Can you get that out soon as possible?
All right.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Well, that's it, huh?
All of it?
That's it.
Oh, that's good.
Yeah, that's good.
I'm tired.
It's been a long night, a long one.
Can you use to it?
Yeah.
They're going to get longer.
The story you were just heard was true.
Only the names were changed to protect the innocent.
On July 29th, trial was held in Superior Court, Department 86 city and county of Los Angeles state.
California.
In a moment, the results of that trial.
Now, here is our star, Jack Webb.
Thank you.
Recently, I've asked you to send me the names of cigarette dealers who were out of Fatima's.
You see, the demand for Fatima's is so great that I want to make sure that all of you can buy them.
So keep your letters coming.
If you find a dealer fresh out of Fatima's, let me know and we'll have something done about it.
Write your dealer's name and address on a card and mail it to me, Jack Webb.
Post office box 951, Hollywood 28th.
And now, for you, Mr. Dealer, the coming holiday season will find new thousands insisting on Fatima quality.
Step up your order for Fatima's tomorrow.
Get in on the increasing demand for the quality, long cigarette.
John Everett Marshman was tried and convicted of murder in the first degree, two counts and arson one count.
He is now serving a life term in the state penitentiary without possibility of parole.
You have just heard Dragnet, a series of authentic cases from official files.
Technical advice comes from the Office of Chief of Police, W.H. Parker, Los Angeles Police Department.
Fatima cigarettes, the best of all long cigarettes, has brought you Dragnet, portions transcribed from Los Angeles.
Coming up with the people, then screen director's playhouse on NBC.
