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Friday and Gannon encounter Benjy "Blue Boy" Carver, an LSD user. Because of the then-lack of any laws against the use of LSD, they are unable to make a case against him, and Carver's parents are of no help. Finally, legislation is passed against LSD use and sale, but by then it may be too late for "Blue Boy". Written by
Tony Scheinman
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When Friday and Gannon go to Benji Carver's apartment and find that he has overdosed on LSD, Carver is supposed to be dead, but he blinks immediately after Friday leans down to take his pulse.
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Mrs. Carver:
Would you tell him something when you find him.
Friday:
What's that Mrs. Carver?
Mrs. Carver:
Tell him we still love him.
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The kick-off episode to the last DRAGNET series, with the inimitable Jack 'Joe Feiday' Webb, is the legendary 'blue-boy' episode. I'm not going to discuss the entire 4 years this incarnation of DRAGNET, just this episode.
And what a way to start!
This episode starts, with Joe and his newest partner Bill Gannon, respond to a call. And literally 'pick' Benjie'blue-boy' Carver's head (attached to his living body) out of the ground.
With a tight, single shot, 'blue-boy' gets right at it:
'Reality, man, reality! I can see the centre of the earth!'
And, with those immortal words (and more to follow) we're into the 60's man - tagging along with Sgt. Joe. And what a trip this will be.
This episode includes some of my - and, many others - favourite trippy moments, including the scene at the acid-eaters house; one girl's 'climbing' a stairs, another is snapping her fingers to that (invisible) bongo beat, and, the beatnik who has dialogue, is eating paint.
You cannot make this stuff up.
But, Jack can - and does he.
He trowels on the moralising, and, everything in Sgt. Joel's world IS black and white.
You're either a good upstanding citizen - meaning, a square, boring person, or, you're a freak, and will do anything to make him snarl. But, be certain of this: after Joe's given you his speeches, and his disgusted looks, he'll throw the book at you.
I love him. I miss him. And, he gave up Ms. Julie London for his jazz records.
Go figure.