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Well now we're going to bring you a series that I had not even heard of until this year, Squadroom. Squadroom was yet another mutual police procedural. It aired between 1953 and 1956. In the wake of dragnet success, there were a whole lot of series that came out with the idea that they were going to portray police work accurately.

And they would focus on a certain aspect of police work like the lineup. The original marketing materials that ended up in the newspapers that I found for 1953, emphasize the interrogation room so that certainly is something we can expect to play a role in it.

Today's episode comes after the series had been on the air for a little bit more than a year. The original air date is February 3rd, 1954. And I cannot actually find an episode title so let's just go ahead and take a listen.

Squadroom. Lieutenant John Douglas. We are what we're raised up to be. I believe that's the way that old saying goes.

Now this case certainly went a long way to prove it. The uniform division got a routine complained at 12.01 a.m. to investigate what was supposed to be a routine H&W husband and wife. It turned out to be this. You killed him. Come on, come on, blood all over your kitchen apron. This man, look up at me. Yeah.

Jonas pile is this man Jonas pile your husband. Yeah, I kill him with meat knife. I kill him. This is your meat knife. I'm your kitchen here. Well, is it? I turn our supper on stove. You get out of it. What's your first name? Yeah, I kill the father. I asked you your first name. What you want for me? My.

What you want? Let him be buried and I'll be punished. I hate it. 25 years. We go now, huh? The Britain.

No, first I think I wash. No, I know wash. No more.

Let's call outside. I take court. We go. Goodbye, Mr. Goodbye. You know, good man. Drink all that kind of booze. You know, she works so hard.

Mr. policeman, I'm not sorry. No. Are you ready? Come. Come, you punish me. Say beat me. One time too much. I know kid.

You beat you? Said why you pushed that knife into a stomach? Could be me on floor if he got hand on my first. You fought? Fight? You two had a fight?

Only two. My son. Well, you come home. You find out. You come. Sergeant, make the nullifies. Post a man on guard. Yes, Mrs. Paro. You're a cool one. I come.

Your age? No more. Not some more. Look, yes. What? What, Sergeant? A young man for me or for her? All right, send him over. No. Oh, no. No, you go home. Sit down. How was it?

Or be quiet now. You better go from here. I just was home. What's your name? Jim. Where were you all evening? Out. I asked you a question. With friends. Yes, mama. I was home. You saw. I got home right after they took you. You saw on the floor. I saw. Turn around to the desk here, please. I didn't kill my stepfather. Lieutenant, I know you're a lieutenant because the cop at our door told me it was a lieutenant. That was took mama. I

Not sorry, Jim. No. We fight again. I took too much. Me there. He won't be a story. I tell truth. We fight. I get to meet my first. Jim, Jim, you tell him what kind of you are. I know a big story. I want to fall in complete state. I tell truth. It's not good enough. I kill him. Goodbye.

I'll talk me up. Edie. Yes, sir. Yes, the book. I murder one. Yes, sir. Come along. Wait a minute. Hands off. Can I talk to my mother? A minute, but make it a minute. Man. Yes. Get me the district attorney's office. What do I do with Mr. Paro? The body they're taken to the morning. Well, as soon as he comes in there for a rainment in the morning, right? You can't have the body until the autopsy.

It's complete. Then you bury him. Come, police lady. You take me. We go. I see you. Maybe they let me against you.

Sit down. You can't do anything to me. Do I look eager to? He wasn't my father. I just gathered that. To me, he was always Mr. Paro. He would know good.

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