Presenting the gripping story of a man who didn’t have busfare:
Ladies and Gentlemen. The story you are about to see is true. Only the opening remarks have been changed to avoid trouble from the “Dragnet” people, but you can tell that’s what we’re after here, more or less.
They can’t copyright that “names have been changed” business, anyway. We’d like to see them try. GO AHEAD, PAL. See you in court.
It’s a very minor crime story about a fellow who steals . . . radios. And TVs. Also oscilloscopes.
Also oscilloscopes. He fences them to Whit Bissell. In the first scene he guns down a cop, and that’s what leads to a dragn - er, a city-wide sweep for the perpetrator. But they have no clues! No leads! Nothing except a bullet, which may yet yield secrets. Remember the scenes in “Dragnet” where Friday would take a trip down to the dreaded Crime Lab? Dull they were, and they always ended with everyone standing around nodding grimly while the transitional music played.
Of course, that’s how every scene ended.
It's a bad print, which is probably a relief for Sam Drucker, busted on a trip into the big city. Forget her, Sam. It's Hooterville.
The set designer believed that venetian blinds = instant classic noir, which it doesn't.
I'm not ruining anything to tell you that they do trace the bullet, thanks to the strangely cold man who runs the ballistic lab.
Man, they're ripping Dragnet off all OVER the place. They even use the word now and then.
Here's the interesting part: the movie was released in 1948. The Dragnet radio show began in 1949.
No reason to post this shot - it's just Richard Basehart washing his neck. The same neck he gets it in, later. I like the composition - and the crappy print gives it a strange glow.
Sorry it's not a better movie. Or a worse one.