I had no idea what to call this. And to be honest, it was truly a placeholder initially. I think I was thinking about Sandlot, and I love that scene about s'mores and wanting s'more of this, s'more of that. And so I wanted something that was just really playful, again, nostalgic. And it can mean so many different things. Like, snooze doesn't just stand for snack noodles. It can stand for send nudes. It can stand for salad nudes.


Human behaviour flows from three main sources – desire, emotion and knowledge. This was propagated by Plato, a famous Greek philosopher, founder of the Platonist School of Thought and the Academy, the first institution of higher learning in the western world. Plato also said that knowledge becomes evil if the aim is not virtuous. Perhaps this very statement of Plato motivated me or triggered something in me which made me venture into this project today. I started my career as a corporate commercial regulatory and public policy lawyer almost three decades ago. Obviously initially, like all lawyers in those times, I ventured into conventional advocacy but as many of you would remember or know that in 1991, India went through a massive, if not revolutionary, definitely a groundbreaking process of economic policy change. The economic liberalisation regime got to be introduced and a new area of law and public policy practice emerged for the new breed of lawyers. They branded themselves as corporate commercial, transactional and business lawyers. It was a fashionable terminology in early 90s, in short, non-litication lawyers. So I was also one of them and certainly took advantage of early entry into that spectrum of law practice. I gained huge knowledge by virtue of handling hundreds of commercial, business and corporate law related matters. I continued with my additional educational aspirations as well by taking up some unique courses from diverse, prestigious international universities, schools and colleges of law and public policy. And even learnt music as that was my hobby. While I was pursuing my profession very diligently and religiously, I was speaking at various events, conferences, talks, workshops and seminars. I was offered several mentoring and tutoring assignments which I did absolutely gratis and for no remuneration whatsoever. A stage came then when I felt need to relax from my ultra busy slate which was giving me no time for my own self. This was when I had spent almost two decades in the legal profession. I assume it was 2011-2012. I started engaging myself in my hobbies and passion which included playing, composing and arranging music. The pulls and pushes and pressures of legal profession continued side by side. These were exciting times as each day came with a new set of experience and knowledge for me. Now or today, I would be failing in my virtuous duty as Plato the Greek philosopher had put it. If I was not to share my knowledge, skill, understanding and experience with the generation next and the ones who are in command today, sharing whatever little wisdom I gained in the last three decades through journey as a law and public policy professional or fellow, I have mentored and motivated new age startup entrepreneurs, law and public policy students from the Indian school of business, soil, national law schools and Indian school of public policy and several other institutions. But I was advised recently by many knowledge-based stakeholders that as we have exhaustively and intricately entered into the digital age where technology is the biggest tool, with internet being the leading platform of communication, I should share and publish my video discourses and lectures online so that they could be easily accessed by one and all. So here is my video channel where I will be regularly sharing my knowledge, views and explanations on topics having direct or auxiliary linkages with public policy, entrepreneurship, law, socioeconomic subjects, personal and professional development, roadmaps and motivational advice thereof. I would welcome your comments on my video discourses and lectures which I would be personally responding to. I look forward to greater and meaningful interaction with all the viewers. Thank you.


I'm going to tell you something reasonably private right now. I am a math geek. This is called encumbered. And it's about quantum mechanics. Our eyes listen across and through the spin of dead stars, birthing stars, reach across and through the decades. We pulled matter apart. And those of us who pay attention moaned with the universe, all in the same note. Encumbered, non-local, call to now the song of origin to level cities, to demonstrate demons. Reach through, moan with the universe, a sound that has never abated, a sound that echoes down the connections, seizes our muscles, frozen in sound, in action, encumbered, Nagasaki. And today's the anniversary. So there's that. So I'm reading this still. When you write a political poem, you hope you don't have to keep reading it. I still have pieces that work perfectly well that I wrote during the Levy Breaks in New Orleans. And this is unfortunately something we're still working on. It's not that. But I think you'll get it by the sixth section. It's called parent and child cycle. One, when the first pain hit, I went up on my toes. Birth dances you. And all of the people that will breathe at you and count for you speaking just for myself, they were of precisely no use. My son and I, we did that dance together, became two people. It's another kind of storytelling. Two, we took the stereotypes in our hands and tore them up. The worlds we've created between us, parent, child, person, person, you curled there and whispered stories of healing into my fever dreams. We have adventured. Three, cleaning grandpa's desk, we found the Mary of Shestahova, her black skin rendered in silver metal, Isis by any other name. She still brought her lover back from the dead and claimed a son from him. Isis of sky and wisdom, wrapped in blue as I have been, listening and just feeling the heartbeat, the damp skin, the wonder of a new human. Four, we carefully mark the places where the world changes. Pack our borders, our toothbrushes, our walking shoes. We are rewritten in every watershed, every story shed, children of corn walking north. The sons of corn enacted the magic as they were taught and the people were fed. We are dusted with pollen. We are walking north. Five, the child shows me the mark of the scorpion on his leg and I show him the mark of the spider on mine. We have walked dangerous miles. He and I separate parts of the same story. The gods took a handful of cornflower and blood and we are born. We are danced. We go up on our toes. You may have been born differently, but this is our story. Six, children in cages. Disprayer. And genetic memory offers me panic. Stolen children, the sacred geometry shattered. We carry our borders. We who are blood and corn. We reach across the rivers. We call to our cousins. We burn the copal. Seven, this part of the poem isn't written yet because we're going to have to write it together. I know that one's hard to applaud. I get it. I feel the same way. I totally feel the same way. The Indian wars are not over yet. Persistent misunderstandings, analgesic can't lift the vice of being an illusion that one grandma could leave the tracks of any other animal. Her long skirts trailed and then side-wander spirals instead of Homo sapiens prints or maybe the offset big toe of close cousins. Her dance was to look like something else. Fish turbulence in Spring River. We are spoken of as ghosts, but I can't catch the trick of being a spirit. The group of old men, one with a rifle broken over his arm, renegade still. And I can promise you the Indian wars are not over yet. I can't make you too many promises, but I will stand on that one. And I think I'm going to finish with this. It's called Sunset at the Pacific. Out here, we are made of cyclone fence and boxes where we store folded sunsets. They could break your will. The dance of being hauled away for sitting, for not taking the invitation to leave, not for now. And the ritual movements will make you keen old songs that you should know. We'll drag from your tongue the language of the gods of pavement and acquisition. The doors and windows in this place don't open. We don't remember how to build them that way. And the ships come and go to a different schedule. Thank you so much for being here. And can we have more applause for our three fabulous readers? Jenny Davis, MK Chavez, Cassandra Dallet, you guys, the library, the AV people, John Smalley, all of you, thank you for making this all possible. Cassandra has books.


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What do you want? Anderson 302. Anderson 302, interview. How's he feeling this morning, John? I don't know. I just checked in a while ago. I heard he gave the fellas some trouble early this morning. I guess he's pretty rocky. Hi, Anderson. What do you guys want? I want to talk to you. Down this way, Anderson. Hope you guys know I don't feel so good. Terrible night. I hope I never have to go through any more of them. Yeah. You going to do something about it? What do you mean? You're going to get me out of here.  You know better than that, Anderson. Yeah. Shit unknown.  You just don't know. I didn't hear. You guys got to do something for me, though. I can't take much more of it. Can't you talk to the doctor? I haven't given me something. He's got it just a little bit.  We'll have the doctor give you some medicine, Anderson. Couple things we want to check with you. You know what I need. It ain't medicine. Can't we do this later?  Can't you talk to the doctor? Your book just Fred J. Anderson. That's your true name? Yeah. Fred J. Anderson. What's the J stand for? You have to know. We do. Jeremiah, my father's name. Have any other names? What do you mean? Are you using the aliases? No, not. Any nicknames? No. Drive a car? Yeah. 49 Ford convert. Who holds the pink slip on it? I do. You own it outright? Yeah, look, do we have to go through that whole thing? Can't you ask me later?  You'll know that. What color is the car? Maroon. You know the license number? No. Where have you lived before? Before what? You gave the address at 10624 Iverine Avenue. That's what we have here. Hollywood, is that right? Yeah, that's where I live. Do you belong to any lodges, anything like that? No. You ever in the armed services? No. No serial number, no branch. Look, how about knocking this off?  You drag me in here, ask a lot of questions.  You don't believe me. Leave me alone. Let me go back to my cell, huh? As soon as I feel better, I'll answer all your questions. We got a job to do, Anderson. We didn't build this thing. You know what had happened when you started. Now, what's your draft number? I don't know. Did you register? Sure. Draft card in your wallet? Yeah. And we can get it. Are you married? No, not now.  Yeah, a couple of years ago. It didn't work. Blood was too nosy. Always wanted to know what I was doing. Always asking questions. Have any kids? No. What's your wife's name? Adelaide. How do you spell that? A-D-E-L-A-D-E Adelaide Morton. Well, she was two years I ever spent. Where'd she live? I didn't know, lost track. Where did she live? Same place up on Iverine. I moved out when we got the divorce. I haven't seen her since. May still be there for all I know. How about your nearest living relative? Yeah, how about him? Maybe you got things wrong, Anderson. You're booked in here on an narcotics charge. That's pretty serious. This isn't a game. Soon you realize that the better off you're going to be. All right. Nearest relative. My brother lives in St. Paul. I don't know the address. I got it at home. We don't agree on a lot of things. I haven't seen him for a year or so. What's his name? Henry Alton Anderson. That's your nearest relative? That's what I said. Anybody else? No. How about your friends? Who are they? That's the line. What? That's where I stop answering these questions. You maybe tie a bum rap on me, but you ain't going to get my friends mixed up in it. No, sir. That's where I draw the line. All right. Suit yourself, Anderson. We got a lot of time. Got a cigarette, Joe? Yeah. Here you are. Thanks. Anderson? No. Thanks. Yeah. Why do you have to know who my friends are? For a lot of reasons. I don't want to embarrass them. That's all. I don't want them to have to answer a lot of silly questions. You can see that, can't you? Can't you? Yeah, Anderson. We don't need to embarrass anybody. We just thought it would help here. Well, I won't tell you. I don't feel well. I don't feel well at all. And I hooked you anyway. You got no right to say that. Look at your arm. I ain't going to try to con you. Sure, I tried this stuff once or twice, but that don't mean I'm hooked. A couple of popsets, all just a couple of times. It's not the way your arm makes it look. You've almost run out of places to put that needle, haven't you? So maybe I was wrong. Maybe it was a couple of more times than I thought. All right. Now, look, Anderson, I'm going to lay this out for you. We know there's a lot of H floating around. Has been for the past three months. And it's high grade.  Now, we want the names and where you're getting this stuff.  Wait a few more hours. Well, your stomach starts to turn over. Well, you can't make your hands do what you want them to. Well, your head starts to crack open. You'll feel different then. We can wait. Well, let's take them back for you. Come on. Wait a minute. Yeah? You're going to take me back to sell? You called it. I don't want to go back in. Well, that's where you're going. You're going to call the doctor, tell him to take care of me. He knows already. He'll do what he can. I can't go that route. You know that iron cure, I couldn't take it. It'd kill me. You should have thought of that a long time ago. Yeah, you can say that. You ain't got that habit. It's easy for you to say that you don't know. All right, let's go. No, I want you got to do this. I told you we do what we could. That ain't enough. It'll have to do. I told you, help me out. Give me a hand, then I'll get over on your side.  All right, tell us where you're getting this stuff. Can't you help me out first? The doctor will see you. OK. Where do you want me to start? Where do you get this stuff? From a guy. What's his name? Paul. Paul what? I don't know what his last name is, just Paul. Where do you meet him? Hollywood. That's a big place. Where in Hollywood? Different places. Sometimes the corner of Hollywood and Vine, sometimes at Highland. Once at Cherokee and Sunset, different places. How do you know where? He gets word to me. How? Guy tells me Paul wants to see me, and so. What does Paul look like? Big guy, real big. What do you look like? How tall is he? 6, 2, 3, maybe 250. What's his coloring? Dark. Looks like he's just come back from the beach. Looks real tan.  After all I've done. What color is his hair? Black, curly black hair. How about it?  Any marks or scars on him? Huh? Does Paul, any marks or scars on him that'll make him easier to spot? Yeah, he's got a scar across the bridge of his nose right here. How old is he? Oh, I guess about 38, maybe 40. Drive a car, do you know? Never saw one. He always walked up on me. See a user? I don't think so. Maybe Joy Pops once in a while. I don't think he's on his study now. Is he the boss? Huh? Either head man in the operation? I don't know. I don't think so. I think he's just one of the guys. Where'd you meet him? Bar, downtown. Were you introduced? No, he just came up and started to talk to me. We got along, made a deal. I was around trying to make a buy, get a connection. All right. Why don't you look at some pictures? She's going to point this fellow Paul out for us. Look, I've done my part. I told you, now you guys got a chip to pick up. When do I get to see the doctor? When are you going to fix me? We'll talk to him. That wasn't a deal. We made no deals. You said you'd give me a hand. We will. The doctor will do everything he can for you. We can't promise you any more than that. Not much. That's the way it is. Lousy deal. Everything's on your side. You know it, and you're sure to write it. Someday I'll learn it. Just don't pay. Yeah, what's that? Never scratch a cop's back. 1046 AM, we returned Fred Anderson to his cell and called a doctor for him. For the past four and a half months, an organized gang had been selling high-grade heroin. From our informants, we learned that the drug was being made available to anyone who could pay the price. When we tried to stop the activities of the gang, we found ourselves up one blind alley after another. None of the buys we arranged took place. Meets with the higher ups failed to materialize. When Fred Anderson was picked up, the narcotics found in his person was of the same quality and type that was being pushed around town. 2.34 PM, we picked up Anderson and took him to the city hall to look at the mug books. He failed to identify any of the pictures. We checked the description of Paul against the people known to have dealt in narcotics, but failed to come up with an identification. Anderson was returned to his cell on held pending trial for violation of the state narcotics act of felony. 4.17 PM, we checked back into Captain Kearney's office. That's it, Skipper. We're right back where we were four months ago. Nothing at all on this poll, huh? Well, if there is, we haven't been able to find it.  Oh, I doubt it. No, that description had put 100 guys. You got any ideas of where we go from here? Oh, yeah, maybe. It might not work, but it's someplace to start. Let's hear it. All right, can we take a look at the map over here? The information we got, the main operation must be taking place someplace down around here around the harbor area. Yeah. From what we hear, the stuff's there, all right. Problem is how to find a connection. Well, maybe if we just lose a man down there, we thought. Put a man down there and let him work on his own. He might be able to come up with some answers. Pretty risky, Joe. That's a rough place. I wonder if it'd be worth risking a man down there. I don't think we got much of a choice, Skipper. No. But we figured that maybe if I went down there and let it get around that I wanted to make a buy, a big one, maybe they'd come to me. Why you? Why not let me have it? Well, I thought that's the way we figured it. They know you down there. You used to work that area. You're not in any better position, Joe. I was walking the streets down there that you've tangled with. They're not about to form any fan clubs for you. Well, we tried every other way. Informants, leads. Every known pusher's been talked to. Still, the stuff keeps coming in, being sold. Where we sit, this looks like one way to get them. All right, how are you going to work it? Well, I figure maybe I'll check into some hotel down there, eating the places in the neighborhood, be seen around the bars, let it get around that I'm here from San Francisco. I want to make a buy and see what happens. You know anything about San Francisco? Well, I know the place pretty well. I spent a couple of years up there when I was in the Army. I still don't like this idea of not being able to tag you, though. There's no other way. I suppose so. How are we going to know how you're making out? Well, I'll get word whenever I can, let you know before the buy, tell you where and when. All right, Joe, you bought a piece of it. I'm not going to tell you what to do, you know, but take it easy. You'll make a target out of yourself. Remember, keep in touch with it. Right, Skipper. Let us know as much as you can, huh? You know, take it easy, huh, Joe? Don't want anything to happen to you. Yeah, well, I'm on your side there. August 4th, 8.35 a.m., Frank and I had identification made up bearing the name Joe Arnold. After a final talk with Captain Kearney, I went home, got my car, and left for San Pedro. 6.42 p.m., I checked into a hotel on 6th Street. The hotel, according to the information we had obtained, was near the narcotics distribution center. 8.12 p.m., I went next door to the bar. Yeah? Give me a beer, huh? Eastern? I don't care. Oh, OK. That'll be 30 cents. All right. There you go. Thanks. Not much doing, huh? No, it's pretty early on. It's a little frantic later. Mm-hmm. We're doing around here, aren't you? Yeah, I just downed for San Francisco. Nice job. I was up here a couple of years ago. Spent a week. Sure like it. Yeah, it's a good place to live. Sure seems to be. You know, if I could get a job up there, I'd think I'd move up. Yeah? Hey, slide down, huh? We can talk while we're here. All right. Oh, that is, if you don't mind. Talk. Oh, it's all right. Glasses. Seems like you never get them done. Yeah. You down here on business? Well, I guess you could say that. Uh-huh. Sort of combined, huh? Yeah. And I'll look at that. What's that? I spent half the day slicing these oranges for old fashioned and then people don't eat them. A lot of wasted emotion. Yeah, I guess you do. What line of business you in? Nothing special. It's moving around. Wherever I can make a buck, I stop. They should have to call me a promoter, I guess. Is that what you put down your income tax returns? What? You know, when you fill out your income tax, it says there how you make your living. What do you put that? Business management. That's good. Business management. Whose business you manage? Mostly my own. Pretty good idea for everybody, isn't it? Three weeks passed. I spent some time in most of the local bars and eating places. On occasion, I'd see other officers from the narcotics detail up on LA on each day. I'd have to pass them by and hope that they wouldn't show any evidence that they knew me. During the three weeks, I became friendly with the bartender. And in the course of many conversations, I let it be known that I was in town hoping to make a substantial narcotics buy. At first, he appeared only mildly interested, but then he began to ask more and more questions about my background and about the people I knew in San Francisco. Friday, August 27th, 9.31 p.m. All right, Joe. How goes the battle? It's about all I'd like to say. You want a beer? Yeah, fine. 30 cents. Not tonight, Joe. It's on the house. What's the occasion? Got some good news for you, Joe. Yeah? Yeah, I got a friend I want you to meet. I think you can help me make a connection. Yeah? Where is he? No, look, I'm not promising anything, Joe. The guy knows some people and might be able to help you. Why are you so interested? Figured maybe I can make a buck or two. All right, is the guy here now? Yeah, he's back here in the end booth. See him with the other guy. Well, that helps. Which one is your friend? The big one. The guy over the nose. Great suit. Come on, I'll take you back. Nice guy, Joe. You like him. Well, what did you tell him? I'm just that you were here from Frisco. I thought you were interested in the connection but the deal was good. Uh-huh. You make your own deal now. Look, I got nothing to do with that. You'll really like him. Paul? Yeah. This is the guy I was telling you about. Joe Arnold. This is Paul Ginter. Oh, hi, Joe. Sit down. Bring us another round, will you? Yeah, right away, Paul. You know what you want? Make it snappy, huh? Yeah, right away. Beer, scotch, and soda, and all that. That's when I was listening. Yeah, that's right. Leave the garbage out of the old fashioned. Yeah. Here, sit down, Joe. Oh, thank you. Just Jack Potter. You two ought to know each other. All right. Yeah, he's from Frisco, too. You are listening to Dragnet, the authentic story of your police force in action. Now report every smoker should hear. Only Chesterfield gives you scientific facts in support of smoking. First, such report ever published about any cigarette. A responsible consulting organization reports a study by a competent medical specialist and staff on the effects of smoking Chesterfields. For six months, a group of men and women smoked only Chesterfield, 10 to 40 a day their normal amount. 45% of the group of smoked Chesterfields from one to 30 years for an average of 10 years each. 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However, in this instance it appeared to be the only way the information and evidence could be obtained. Friday, August 27th, 1046 p.m. When the bartender brought the drinks, Paul Genter and Jack Potter started asking the questions. I'm Frisco, huh? Yeah, I'm from San Francisco. Jack and I do some business together at real estate. That's all? Here, you're in the management business, huh? Bartender talks a lot, don't he? He knows who to talk to. He tells me you're down here in business. Yeah. Where do you live up north? Hyde, New Taylor. I used to live around there. Right? Yeah. Have you ever finished that work they were doing at the corner of Third and Market? What's that? The construction they were doing at Third and Market. You know, that new dime store, they get it finished? Yeah, they got it finished. It's not at Third and Market. Now, what's this all about, Genter? What are you trying to prove? What? You got any questions to ask about me? Ask me. Don't ask your boy to do it here. You want to check up on me? Talk to somebody who's in San Francisco now. Have them check around. It's all there. I got no worries. When you two get tired of playing games, let me know. I got no time for them now. I'll see you around. Sit down, Arnold. Yeah? I'm your boy. We got to be sure. I can't take any chances. Cops are dying to find out. Can't let that happen, you know. Yeah, well, if you're ready to talk a deal, let's get to it, huh? You thinking to do this business in Frisco? San Francisco, yeah. That's where I figure to work. You know, out of your mind. That town's tied in a drum. Nobody can get under the lid. Now, you look. I don't ask you where you'll get your real estate. Don't tell me how to manage my business. I want to make an investment for a client. I got 10 grand. That'll buy a whole track to your lots. Now, are they for sale or not? It's that simple. Well, now you're in kind of a hurry, aren't you? I've been here for three weeks. I don't want to spend any more time than I have to. When can I make the buy? Tell you what, let's take a tour of the town, meet some friends of mine, and then we can talk about it. No need to be in a hurry. I got to see it first. I want to make sure it's the same stuff I heard about. Where'd you hear? A few rumbles around. High-grade stuff. That's what I want. Let's go. Can't you call this friend? I don't want to go trapping all over town. He moves around. Sometimes it's kind of hard to find. Besides, it serves two purposes. What's that? Give you a chance to meet some people. Like your friends. More important. Yeah. Maybe they won't like you? For the next three hours, Ginter, Potter, and I visited almost every bar, nightclub, and coffee stand in the area. At each of the places, Ginter would ask for a man named Ailey. When he was told that Ailey wasn't him, we'd sit and have a drink. Ginter would call as many people as he knew over to the table, introduce them to me, and then before we left, he'd hold a conference with them at their tables. At several of the places, I saw men who I knew were involved in the narcotics trade, but none of them happened to be close to Ginter. It was obvious what Ginter was trying to do. He was checking me with the people in the business to see if any of them could recognize me or could give them any information about me. Saturday morning, August 28th, 3.14 a.m., we stopped for breakfast. Hey, you want some sugar? No, I take it by. Okay, how about you, Jack? Yeah, thanks. Looks like it might have been a wild goose chase, huh? I don't know where any that could be. Why don't you come over to Ginter? Yeah, what do you mean? I'm not a new boy. You're about as subtle as a bulldozer. What's the scoop here? Your friends tell you anything about me? I don't know what you're talking about. This looking for Ailey, it's as phony as that look you got on your face now. How about it? Do I make the buy or don't I? All right, you like the buy. When? You got the money? I'll have it when the buy comes off. 10,000. That's right. Okay, you can pick up the stuff tomorrow night. 4.30 a.m., Ginter outlined the plan for the buy. At 7.30 that night, I was to meet him on the corner of Lebanon and Spring Streets. He'd take me to Ailey, who had the plan. 5.29 a.m., I drove back to Los Angeles. I put in a call to Frank Smith at his home and filled him in on the developments. It was arranged for me to be spotted when I got to the corner and then to be followed until the buy was made. At that time, Frank and the other officers working with him would move in and take Ginter and Ailey. I told Frank that I'd leave my car at the corner of 6th and Spring at noon that day. At that time, he would place a briefcase on the back seat of the car. In the briefcase would be packages of cut newspaper with a few $10 bills attached to each stack on the outside. I checked into a hotel down on 5th and got some sleep. At 7.30 p.m. August 28th, I was at the corner of Spring and Lebanon. Hi, Arnold. Hello, Ginter, where do we go? You got the money? In this case here. Where's your car? A lot around the corner. We have to drive to the meet? Yeah. Come on this way. My car's just around the corner. Don't worry. We'll take mine. All right, no problem. Makes it nice. Want to slide in this side? Be quicker. All right. Where do we have to go? It's not far. How come we didn't make the deal in Pedro?  More people, easier cover. When we first pulled away from the curb, I thought I could make out Frank and Captain Kearney in back of us. We drove for about an hour. Ginter cut down every side street in the area. Every place he drove, he kept his eye on the rear view mirror. I was afraid he'd make the tail. He drove out Sunset Boulevard and back down Wilshire, down Spring and over to Hope Street. Along the way, I lost sight of Frank and Captain Kearney. Finally, at 8.36, we pulled up at the corner of Spring and Lebanon. What's the deal, Ginter? Is this where we started? Yeah, I just wanted to make sure we didn't have a tail. Are you satisfied now? Yeah. Come on in here. This hotel here? Mm-hmm. You only do business on the rat trap like this? He works where he has to. Come on, it's on the second floor. We can walk. You sure this is the same stuff that I heard about? You'll see. I understand. I'm not buying any junk. Don't worry. What we got's good. It's down here. Come in. Hello, Mr. Aynley. Mr. Ginter, is this the young man? Yes, sir. This is Mr. Arnold and Mr. Aynley. How are you? You have the money, young man? Yeah, it's in here. You got the stuff? I have here in this case. Looks like a doctor's bag. It's a good place to carry it. A doctor's bag? Here, open a bin of yourself. High grade. Best we can get. Yeah, it looks all right. Fine. Now if we could have the money. Here you are. Oh, it's all right with you. I'll get out of here now. We'd like you to wait until we count the money. It's all there. All right, young man.  Mm-hmm. Everything looks normal. What are you trying to pull? What do you mean? What is this, Ginter? What's the matter? There's nothing but paper, plain newspaper. All right, Arnold. Make a move or I'll kill you. Let me see. What are you trying to pull? All right, you're under arrest, both of you. Cop. Lousy cop. That's right. You got the shoe on the wrong foot, cop. I'm telling you what to do. There's men all through this building. You won't make the front door. How about it, Mr. Aynley? Let's take him down to Pedro. We can get rid of him there. How about the rest of them? He's bluffing. You made sure you weren't followed, didn't you? Yeah, I think so. Did you or didn't you? Yeah. Then there's nothing to worry about. Let's go. You heard him, Arnold. Whatever your name is. Yeah. Let's walk down. Not too fast. I'm parked out front. Good. I guess far enough. Come on. Don't stall. Don't cause any trouble. You won't make it. Yeah, yeah, you bet. Come on. All right. Down these stairs. Smith, cover the other side. Yeah. Walk her black off that end of the hole. Right, Captain. You all right, Freddy? Yeah, I'm fine. This guy Frank, I got him. Hold it up, mister. You're not going any place.   Get her. Can't even lose a tail. Okay. Both of you. Hands behind your back. I told you to make sure you weren't followed. I told you. I lost him. I know I did. I tell you, I lost him. All right. Let's go. Come on. Let's move. You didn't lose him. That's enough talk. Come on. Those guys never learned, do they, Frank? What do you mean? They keep lying right up at the finish, don't they? How's that? A little getter and enli there. There's no way downtown about them losing you when you were tailing us. Shouldn't be any argument, Joe. We lost you someplace along Wilshire. But you got here all right. I thought this is the way you played it. No, we just took a guess. You might come back to your car. Yeah, it was a pretty good guess for me anyway. Why, we'd have gotten them sooner or later. The story you have just heard was true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On December 9th, trial was held in Department 92, Superior Court of the State of California, in and for the County of Los Angeles. In a moment, the results of that trial. Now, here is our star, Jack Webb. Thank you, George Venerman. Friends, I have just enough time to remind you that Chesterfield is the first cigarette to name all its ingredients. First to give you premium quality in both regular and king size. And first to give you scientific facts in support of smoking. I believe you should change to Chesterfields, either way you like them, regular or king size. And do it today. Paul Robert Ginter and James Arthur Aenley were tried and convicted of violation of the State Narcotic Act of felony. They received sentences as prescribed by law. Violation of the State Narcotic Act of felony is punishable by imprisonment in the state penitentiary for a period of not more than six years. Ladies and gentlemen, in the next seven years of bigger and bigger enrollments, America's grade schools will need nearly a quarter of a million extra teachers, besides those to fill normal vacancies. This great need, plus the growing public interest in education and improvements in schools, make elementary school teaching a more rewarding career than ever, a career that high school and college students should certainly consider. Education holds America's future, perhaps your future. 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. 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