:55:11
But you've got a print of every mug we take.
We always send LA a copy.
:55:14
-lt's personnel photos l want.
-You mean of our boys?
:55:20
-That's Rowlins' killer, isn't it?
-That's right.
:55:23
-You've checked your own department?
-We did that first.
:55:31
And so the tedious quest went on.
:55:33
Sergeant Brennan wore out his shoes
and his patience...
:55:36
going from police station to police station...
:55:38
checking photos until his eyes were blurry.
:55:41
For police work is not all glamour,
excitement, and glory.
:55:45
There are days and days of routine,
of tedious probing...
:55:49
of tireless searching...
:55:51
fruitless days,
days when nothing goes right...
:55:54
when it seems as if no one
could ever think his way...
:55:57
through the maze of baffling trails
a criminal leaves.
:56:00
But the answer to that is persistence...
:56:03
and the hope that sooner or later
something will turn up...
:56:06
some tiny lead that can grow
into a warm trail...
:56:09
and point to the cracking of a tough case.
:56:25
That does it, boys.
:56:26
l can't say l'm sorry
you didn't find him in here.
:56:29
l'd hate to think it was a cop.
:56:31
Doesn't seem to be anybody.
:56:33
Just a lot of pieces of a face
that never existed.
:56:36
You mind if l see that again?
:56:38
Sure, frame it. Put it on your dresser.
:56:42
Wait a minute. He wasn't a cop.
:56:44
He was a radio technician
right here in our dispatch office.
:56:48
-What did you say?
-l'm saying he worked here in '42.
:56:51
Come on, give!
:56:53
l remember the kid well. Sort of strange.
:56:56
Never bothered with anyone
in the department, just kept to himself.
:56:59
He was in line for promotion
when he was drafted.