Dragnet · Season 1
How would I know, I hardly ever go in the closet.
Never mind the smart answers, Chapman, we can bust you right now for Receiving Stolen Property!
(certain Friday is bluffing) Then why don't you do it?
Just tell us what you did with those other four cases.
Maybe I'll change my mind. You told me I don't have to talk to you. Maybe I won't.
Now you listen to me, you wide-mouth punk, we've heard just about all we want from you.
Donald Chapman [Nazi domestic terrorist]: I know my rights. I know the law, too, you'll want to know a lot more. Motive for one thing.
Hate will do for a start, and try to put that walnut-sized brain of yours to work on this. You keep harping about minorities...
Donald Chapman [Nazi domestic terrorist]: That's right.
Well Mister, you're a psycho, and they're a minority, too.
You got nice eyes...for a cop. [She then blows cigarette smoke in Joe's face]
And I bet your mother had a loud bark.
How much longer is this going to take, Paul?
We should have you out on bail in time for lunch.
Fine. Alright, Sgt. Friday, lead the way. Don't look so hangdog. How old did you say those two were that you say I hit?
The woman was 67; the man was 73.
Well, I'm sorry, but it isn't as if they were going to live much longer, anyway. Isn't that right?
I'd suggest that you don't say anything more, Clay.
But it's true. I am sorry.
Yeah, well sorry won't bring them back, Fillmore.
[sarcastically] The dedicated cop.
Now you have a right to remain silent, Clay. I advise you to do so.
There's no rule against him listening, is there?
Depends on what you say to him, sergeant.
Yeah, well, I'll try to be careful. Fillmore, maybe as far as you're concerned, those two people lived all the life you figure they should. But what gives you the right to end it for them? It really doesn't bother you, does it? You were in a 30 mile zone, you were doing 50, maybe 55 miles an hour. Those two people you hit were knocked 77 feet, six inches down the street from the point of impact. We believe you'd been drinking this time, too. This isn't the first time for you. You got a drunk driving record that goes back to your high school days. Every time, you've beaten it, haven't you? Down the hall there is traffic enforcement division. We've got good laws and they try and enforce them, but they have an impossible job. There are 130 miles of freeway in this city, better than six thousand miles of surface streets. Every ten minutes, there's an accident; every ten minutes, somebody like you tries to kill himself or somebody else. You blew 20 minutes of that time all by yourself. Mister, you killed two human beings; two people who were alive and breathing seconds before you ran 'em down, and you've got the monumental gall to stand here and say they wouldn't have lived much longer! You may be out on bail in a couple of hours, and if so, you take this to lunch with you: two people are lying over there in the county morgue, and you put 'em there. You were in a hurry the night you killed 'em, you're in a hurry now to see how fast you can forget. I want to wish you a lot of luck; I hope it takes the rest of your life!
[While investigating the murder of a Japanese widow]
You sure about the general location of that Watanabe woman.
Mrs. Pound says she lives somewhere near Little Tokyo.
If she does, she's wrapped up tighter than a fortune cookie, because we can't find her.
(clutching a Bible) It was His will and His will must be obeyed!
How long has Yoder lived here?
Three months now.
Why didn't you tell me before he lived here?
Ben Roy is my sister's boy, he is fighting the Devil, he is on parole. He said he is always under suspicion by the police so he hid, to keep fighting the Devil.
Kind of looks like he lost, doesn't it.
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