He Walked by Night

This is Los Angeles.

Our Lady, the Queen of the Angels,

as the Spaniards named her.

The fastest growing city in the nation.

It's been called

a bunch of suburbs in search of a city.

And it's been called

the glamour capital of the world.

A Mecca for tourists,

a stopover for transients...

a target for gangsters...

a haven for those fleeing from winter,

a home for the hardworking.

It is a city holding the hopes and dreams

of over two million people.

It sprawls out horizontally over

of foothills and beaches.

Because of that vast area...

and because of a population made up

of people from every state in the union...

Los Angeles is the largest police beat

in the country...

and one of the toughest.

We're going to take you into the City Hall,

where police headquarters are located.

Here, in Communications,

are the ears and voice of the police.

The lights on the complaint board

flash 24 hours a day.

Citizens reporting a prowler, a lost child,

a man molesting a woman...

an auto accident, a wild party.

Spend an hour or two here, and you'll think

the whole city has gone berserk.

Minute by minute, the orders go out

to the radio cars in the far-flung divisions.

Watts and Wilshire in West Los Angeles.

Hollywood and Hollenbeck Heights

in North Hollywood.

The work of the police, like that of woman,

is never done.

This is the case history of a killer...

taken from the files

of the Detective Division.

The facts are told here as they happened.

The story properly starts here

in Hollywood division headquarters...

at 1:
00 of a June morning last year.

Officer Robert Rowlins had finished

his tour of duty and signed out.

It had been a tough day.

He'd be glad to get home.

His wife would be waiting up for him,

as she always did.

Hey, fella. Come here.

What were you doing

back at that radio shop?

Just looking. I was on my way home.

- Live around here?

- A couple of blocks down.

- Let me see some identification.

- Sure.

I guess I forgot my wallet.

Look, lad,

I've got to see some identification.

How about my army discharge?

I got it right here.

Police Department, Operator 27.

I want to report the shooting of a policeman.

Hold on, please.

Give me that again.

I'm calling to report

the shooting of a policeman.

- What's the address?

- 5057 State Street, west of Santa Monica.

Just a minute.

Receiving Hospital, Operator 2.

Operator 27, 5-0-5-7 State Street.

Send an ambulance.

All units.

All units in the vicinity of State Street,

Santa Monica Boulevard.

Proceed at once to 5057 State Street.

An officer shot. Code 3.

- 80K to Control One.

- Control One to 80K, go ahead.

This is Breen.

Tell Homicide to throw out a dragnet...

and pick up anyone suspicious

in the area of the shooting.

Also notify Sergeants Marty Brennan

and Chuck Jones...

to report to me at the scene of the crime.

Control One to 80K. Roger.

I see. What have you got so far?

Not much, Captain Breen.

A couple of cartridge cases.

- Hello, Marty, Chuck.

- Hi, Captain.

Eyewitnesses?

Who was first on the scene, reported it?

I was. I live here. I'm a light sleeper,

but my hearing is good and my...

Did the officer say anything

before he collapsed?

He gave a description of the fellow.

- He was...

- On the shooting of the officer:

Suspect is a white male American,

age 26 or 27...

Brown hair. Regular features.

Pencil mustache.

Repeat broadcast. All units...

- Is that about it?

- Yes, sir. Exactly.

And the officer kept saying,

"He looked like such a nice kid."

As if he couldn't believe

what had happened to him.

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