Dragnet
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1987
- 106 min
- 1,687 Views
This is the city.
Los Angeles, California.
interfacing humanity...
representing every race, colour...
creed and persuasion...
that God,
no matter how he is worshipped...
chose, in His infinite wisdom,
to deposit here...
in the cultural nexus
of the Pacific Rim.
Almost 4 million people
work and play here.
And like any other place
anywhere...
there are those who have it
and those who want it.
Those who have it, enjoy it...
no matter how they got it.
Those who want it, can get it
by attempting to better themselves...
in a sympathetic community populated
by decent citizens cheering them on.
Or they can try to take it
the easy way.
Because even in the City of Angels,
from time to time, some halos slip.
That's where I come in, doing my job to
the best of my ability on a daily basis.
I work here.
I carry a badge.
Dragnet!
Police, police
police officer, ma'am
Their job
Their job
To enforce the laws
To enforce the laws
Their job:
To enforce the laws
Enforce
Enforce the laws
To enforce the laws
Their job:
To enforce the lawsJ-J-J-J-Just the facts, ma'am
Just the facts, ma'am
Just the facts, ma'am
D-D-D-D-Dragnet
Dragnet
To enforce the laws
To enforce the laws
To enforce the laws
Dragnet, Dragnet, Dragnet
Their job:
To enforce the lawsTo enforce the laws
To enforce the laws
To enforce the laws
Police officers, ma'am.
Just the facts, ma'am.
Just the facts, ma'am.
J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J
To enforce the laws
M-My name's Friday
M-My name's Friday
Enforce the laws
M-My name's Friday
Their job
To enforce the laws
And preserve the safety
of decent citizens
Dragnet, Dragnet, Dragnet
Ladies and gentlemen, the story
you are about to see is true.
The names have been changed
to protect the innocent.
For example, George Baker
Hey, who called
the fire department?
What the hell is going on here?
Chief, where's the fire?
See the fire?
I see the fire.
I see the fire.
Good! When you wake up...
tell Jerry Caesar
he's out of business.
It was Wednesday, January 7.
A cool day in Los Angeles,
with westerly winds...
and light, scattered clouds
at 3,000 feet.
I was working day watch
out of Robbery-Homicide...
at the same desk
my late Uncle Joe occupied...
when he served with the department
Many aspects of the officer's routine
have changed since Uncle Joe's time.
Now there are new methods,
new philosophies, new equipment.
and simple lead sap...
But there's one thing
that never changes.
The face of crime. It just gets bigger
and badder and uglier every day.
My partner's name is Frank Smith.
The boss is Captain Gannon.
My name's Friday.
- Joe.
- Captain.
Frank's late.
Must've been held up in traffic.
- Frank won't be coming in today.
- 24-hour virus?
- Or tomorrow.
- Forty-eight?
Frank quit.
Bought a goat farm.
Moved to Ukiah. Left you this note.
He was too broken up to talk about it.
Said he knew you'd understand.
Every man has a dream to chase.
Frank's was that goat farm.
- I understand. But tell me something.
- Yeah?
Those 3.6 million citizens who expected
him to be on the job this morning...
will they understand?
Captain Gannon had assigned me
to investigate the Pagan robberies...
which had occurred throughout the city.
They'd seemed merely irritating,
but were gaining notoriety...
through their growing frequency
and naked brazenness.
I was to contact my new partner
A less experienced officer might have
been concerned he was getting potluck.
But I knew that any detective
the department had to offer me...
was automatically worthy
of my respect.
- Sergeant Friday?
- Who wants to know?
I'm Pep Streebek,
your new partner.
- Not looking like that, you aren't.
- Really? What's that mean?
It means I don't care what
undercover rock you crawled out from...
there's a dress code for detectives
in Robbery-Homicide.
Section 3-605...
.10,.20,.22,.24,.26,
.50,.70,.80.
It specifies clean shirt, short hair,
tie, pressed trousers...
sports jacket or suit and leather shoes,
preferable with a high shine.
Streebek's unauthorized outfit
and facial growth were history.
For the first time in 12 years, I rolled
into traffic with a new partner.
Detective Pep Streebek:
Male, Caucasian...
six feet, 165 pounds...
no distinguishing scars.
He had an extensive list
of merit citations which was tainted...
by his total disregard
for departmental procedure.
He pictured himself
as some hipster, free-bird cop.
But his wings were about
to be clipped...
because now he was going to play
the detective game by my rules.
Friday, we're allowed to go 55.
On some occasions, even faster.
I'm well aware of the
federally-mandated speed limit.
But did it ever occur to you
that by going 8 miles an hour slower...
we might save gas and ease the burden
on the taxpayers who pay our salaries?
isn't gonna put the city in hock.
Besides, this looks bad.
Live a little!
It's the vertical pedal on the right.
We arrived at the Griffith Park Zoo...
Los Angeles's habitat for wild animals
sustained in dignified captivity.
An adult male lion and a security guard
had been tranquillized with a dart gun...
and subsequent robberies
had occurred.
These animals have it pretty good.
Simulated surroundings,
three squares a day.
If these creatures could talk, they'd
give the citizens a vote of thanks.
Friday, these animals...
were trapped, stunned and roped,
crated and shipped, dropped into cages.
You think they were in the wild
forming lines, jockeying for position...
saying, "Take me!
I want to live on damn cement"?
When I look in their eyes,
I get a different message.
We'll leave it at that.
Are you the police?
Friday, Streebek. Robbery.
You have some Pagan cards?
Yeah. Three of them.
Left in separate cages.
Let me show you where I found them.
This is Ben, our boa constrictor.
The missing giant anaconda was still
here last night at 8:30.
I know because that's when it gets
its final feeding.
It's not always its final feeding.
Sometimes it hides a little snack
for later.
Just the facts,
if you don't mind, ma'am.
What exactly does a Central Bolivian
Anaconda choose to feed on?
It eats whole, live groundhogs.
- You skip breakfast, Friday?
- Whoever stole it's gotta feed it.
We also seem to be missing
one of these.
What is the approximate dry weight
of the Madagascar Fruit Tree Bat?
You mean you don't know?
This is the one
I understand the least.
Somebody must've wanted that lion's mane
bad to pull a stunt like that.
Although, as Mohawks go,
it's not that bad. It'll grow back.
How do you tell that to kids who haven't
seen a lion and won't want to again?
Kids, it'll grow back.
Yea!
Arsonists posing as firemen
had left a Pagan card...
in the charred ruins
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