This show ran from 1955 through 1959, in glorious, grainy black and white–and I’m not sure why I liked it so much. I was only ten when it ended, six when it started. What does an 8-year-old kid get out of Broderick Crawford barking “10-4!” into his two-way radio?
Broderick Crawford, by the way, won an Oscar for his role in All the King’s Men. You don’t get Oscar-winners on a humble TV series anymore.
Each episode supposedly depicted a real crime and real police methods. I don’t know: maybe it was reassuring to know that Broderick Crawford was out there with an army of police connected and directed via the magic airwaves. The bad guys never got away.
That must be what I liked about it! As opposed to real life, where the bad guys always get away with it. That was before the police became Herod’s Men.