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One is now the Renshaw American sportsman, social leader, and lawyer. The other is his only client, Rocky Retano, multi-millionaire racketeer, deported by the United States Justice Department two years previously. Okay, Renshaw, so it's not a permanent visa, it's a passport, ain't it? It'll get me back into the States, won't it? Only for six months, Rocky. That's long enough. All I want to do is get rid of Lenny and Floss on the narcotics end and take care of Lomatz or trying to horn in. The immigration boys are smart, Rocky. All we can offer in this passport is the picture. You'll have to bleach your hair and grow a mustache to come anywhere near the description. So in Paris, they got the best utipalas in the world. And I got a month to grow the mustache. Very well, you can sail on the Queen from Cherbourg on the 18th of next month. I'm flying home tomorrow. Right. Oh, and by the way, I assume that you're expecting to stay with us while you're in town. My wife will be delighted to have you as our guest. She, uh, say so? Well, frankly, no. But she doesn't have to. I'll tell her. When do I get the passport? I have it with me. Say, you've gotten cute or something. Come on, let's have it. It's made out in the name of Lebrecht. Honoré Lebrecht. Perhaps, uh, you'd better learn to pronounce it. Never mind the comedy cracks, gimme. Getting back into the States means a lot to you, doesn't it, Rocky? Yeah, yeah. Let me have the passport. Let me see. You'll net at least a million on the narcotics deal alone. Then you have at least that much still on deposit under assumed names. Okay, Rhyn, shall quit stalling. What's the bite this time? The bite? Oh, yes. Your lamentable lapses into the vernacular must be excused. However, Rocky, the, uh, bite, as you so quaintly put it, is one hundred thousand dollars. Just let me have it in cash. Checks are so easily traced. Well, Wally, it's nice to see my favorite court reporter back. And nice of you to drop up here to the office and say hello. How was Europe? Oh, Europe is terrific. Especially Paris. Hey, picked up a cold, huh? No, a beaut. You'd better take care of it. I am. Do, uh, district attorneys ever eat cough drops? Hmm. Here, have one. No, no thanks. Made in France? Yeah. You know, it's amazing the way everybody in France speaks French. Even the kids? Any sensational cases while I was away? No, not a thing new. I believe you're familiar with the situation on the waterfront. Well, that reminds me. Yeah, what? Only thing, I ran across a guy on the queen coming back that I can't get out of my mouth of mine. Yeah. His name was La Brec. La Brec. Aren't we La Brec? Oh, should I know him? I don't know. I got a feeling I should. Like trying to remember the name of a tune. Got the craziest notion I've seen him somewhere before, somewhere important. Like the rogues gallery. Well, Mr. Janssen, how are you? Hey, you've been in Europe. Yeah, I got back today. Give me your news, will you? Yeah, sure thing, Mr. Janssen. Here you are. Thanks. Oh, hey, Mr. Janssen. He sure got a cold. Yeah, you said it. I'm trying to figure if I should take it home and take it to the fight tonight. Where's the sports page in this rag, again? Ah, here it is. Well, so Melvin Renshaw has been made chairman of the boxing commission. They sure must have been hired up. Hey. What, Mr. Janssen? Melvin Renshaw? Rocky Retano's shy still lawyer. Johnny, I'll remember now. Remember what? I remember the face. Here, Johnny, keep the change. I'm going to make a fast call on the chairman of the boxing commission. Who knows? I might get into a fight myself. Melvin, please. Mona, I don't want to argue about it. I will not have Rocky Retano in my house. Shut up. He'll hear you. Well, I won't. It may be your house, but Rocky bought it. He's paid for everything we've got. He's my only client and he's staying with us for as long as he's in town. Now go get yourself another headache or go to bed or go to... Go somewhere. Melvin, I know you don't love me, but that man in the same house as the child Catherine's age is... Well, surely as a mother, I'm entitled to some consideration. Listen, Mona, everything you're entitled to, you've got. You've got me and this house. You wanted security, you've got it. I wanted your respectability. Now, if you expect to continue to live this way, I suggest that you make our guest stay pleasant. Unassociated news. Well, why don't I come in? I'm afraid I'm busy. Oh, terrible cold. I think I must have caught it on a deck of the Queen Elizabeth. Um, come into my den. We can talk quietly in there. Okay, nice home we've got here. Thanks. In here. All right, Jensen. What's on your mind? I'm in a hurry. Renshaw, I've got a crazy notion. A guy named Henri Lebrecht had the cabin across from me on the Lizzie. Get to the point. Oh, I've got a crazy notion his name wasn't really Lebrecht. That's all? I think it was Retano. Rocky Retano. How interesting. Your picture in the paper reminded me that you're his lawyer. It also reminded me who Henri Lebrecht looked like. Where is he, Renshaw? Hiding him in a closet someplace? Mr. Retano is in Paris. He was deported. You know that as well as I do. Somebody's back, isn't he? Back to reorganize the rackets. Back to straighten out a few things. Jack the rough boys up a bit. Tighten up the waterfront. Am I right? Jensen, you're a good reporter. It's unfortunate that you can't have a longer career. Renshaw, no guns. I'll get half a long capacity out of you. Do that. In the meantime, I'll get somebody after you. Somebody who really knows how. Rocky, come in here, will you? I always say it's silly to be around the bush, don't you, Jensen? Oh, so is he. Yes, but the information won't be of much use to you. It will be to the DA's office. He's a friend of mine. Oh, a very close friend. I'm glad you told me. I heard somebody at the door. So I was staying in my room, I said. Oh, Bravo. His name is Jensen, Rocky. Wally Jensen. Associated News. Cabin 29A was on the Queen. Small world, isn't it, Rocky? Yeah, too small. For you, not for me. Rocky, you did pretty well. Bleached hair, you stash. Too bad the guy across the hall had to be a close friend. Friend, Joe, is it dark yet? In an hour. Any of your guns? Get the car out quick. Jensen, I've been working for months to re-enter the USA. I'm real fond of this country. That's too bad it's mutual. No, I can't let anything spoil it. I want you to know I got nothing against you personally. I'm relieved to hear that. Smart, aren't you? Jensen, it's too bad. I'm sorry, but I got news for you. You're gonna die. Turn up Brandt Street, Wencho. Turn out into Pier 13. I'm glad you answered the dishes, Rocky, but let's get this over with. What are you gonna do? You'll see. Listen, Rocky, this has gone far enough. You can't get away with this. The DA knows about the break. Yeah, well, you won't be around to print the story. And by that time, I'll be out of the country. If you don't plan on leaving without me, I don't want to be left holding the bag. You're on your own from now on, Wencho. If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't be in this jam. Okay, news boy, get out. All right, Rocky, I'm telling you. The DA's office is just waiting for something like this. He's my friend. He'll never stop till he gets you. All right, start walking. Turn around, face the water. All right, you don't do it. Too bad. Kind of a nice guy, too. I'll return to Mr. District Attorney in just a moment. Some like it hot, with the fierce clash of man's war against crime. Some like it cold, with the dedicated purpose of a vigilant fight against evil. And some like it with the touch of the unknown, flavored with a hint of the weird and the unusual. But practically everybody likes a good mystery. 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I just can't believe that anybody had killed Wally Janssen. Well, somebody has, Miss Money. Yeah, when's the autopsy due, Chief? Two hours and there'll be an official report. Hey, Harrington, we've got to crack this. But who would do it, Chief? Wally Janssen didn't have an enemy in the world. All court reporters have enemies, Miss Money. Where did they find him? On some rocks under the pilings of Pier 13, near the old brewer's warehouse. Yeah, who was on the waterfront, Dee? O'Brien found him. He heard shots and went down to the pier to investigate. He heard Janssen moaning. By the time O'Brien fished him out of the water, he was dead. Well, didn't he... didn't he say anything? I mean, mumbled something about the rocks. Now, I'll tell you, I'll guess who ever did this. It was the last thing I do. This sort of thing makes me as mad as a rookie on his first beat with a gang war going on in the back alley. Janssen was a good reporter and a good friend. He never did a mean thing in his life. Oh, I'll get that, Chief. Yes, Ruth? Who? You mean Johnny the news boy at the corner? Well, tell him we're busy to make it some other time, huh? Information about Janssen. All right, send Johnny in. Our amateur detective at the corner newsstand has a clue. Johnny's done a lot of wally Janssen. Yes, we all do. Yes, come in, Johnny. Hello, Mr. Harrington. Hi, Johnny. Hope I'm not disturbing you. Well, Johnny, we are pretty busy. What's on your mind? Well, sir, I've got some information. I think the district attorney's office ought to have. Yes, all right. Shoot. Well, yesterday Mr. Janssen bought a paper for me, see. He flips real quick to the sports page and there's a picture, see. A picture of whom? The guy that was made head of the boxing commission, Renshaw. Renshaw? Melvin Renshaw? That's right, Chief. Well, what's the connection? Yeah, go on, Johnny, go on. Well, and Wally said something about Rocky Retano. Shiced a lawyer. Rocky Retano? Yes, anything else? Oh, yes, sir. I think Wally went to see him. Renshaw? Yes, sir. To his house? Well, he didn't say. Rocky Retano. The biggest gangster the crime commission flushed out of hiding. Yeah, yeah, but Chief, he was deported. Two years ago. It's fantastic, and yet... No, no, he'd never get by immigration. Not in a thousand years. Now, Hangson, we have only one little clue, but I intend to make a case out of it. We're going up to pay an informal call on Melvin Renshaw. Right, would you, Chief? Somehow, Rocky Retano is back in the USA. Okay, Spike, that's the way I wanted. Yeah, I'm at Renshaw's now. Yeah, he's right here. The meeting's tonight. 10 o'clock in the Brewer's warehouse, I only appear 13. Have some liquor and food sent over first. I want everybody comfortable. Yeah, real comfortable. Okay. You think Floss and Lamarzo will turn up, Rocky? Well, if they know what's good for them. I can hear them trembling from here. Yeah, trying to remember the double crosses. Figuring because I was in Paris, I wouldn't know. Brother, you better take it easy. Why? You still worrying about that reporter? I think the warehouse is a bad place for a meeting. His body will be 20 miles out into the ocean by now. The channel current is fast. Just the same, you better take it easy. I'll take it easy, all right? But six Thompson submachine guns. That's how I'll take it easy. That's Renshaw's house there, Hangson. Yeah, the big white one, Chief. Delton paid for on legal fees from Rocky Retana. No decent lawyer and handle his affairs. Sir, wait a minute. Here, here on the sidewalk. This. Oh, it's there. An empty cough-trap package. Call on my ladies, Delet Gorge. Oh, it's there. Sir, this was Wally Jansons. Come on. You don't really think Retana would be in the house till you change it? Well, if he is, he'll be sorry. Someday we'll nail the goons behind him, too. The ones that weren't deported. Yes? Oh, you must be Mrs. Renshaw, hmm? Yes, I am. Is your husband at home? I'm sorry he's out. Then I'd like to talk to you. I'm sorry I haven't time. You'll have to excuse me. I'm afraid I can't excuse you, Mrs. Renshaw. Here's my identification. I'm the district attorney. Please, please stop asking me questions. I'm not well, and I'm very nervous, and I can't tell you anything. Rocky Retano is back, isn't he? I don't know. Now please leave me alone. He's been here. No. But you've seen him. Haven't you? Tell me. Yes. Yes. Now stop it and leave me alone. Dear God, I wish I was dead. I have no friends and nobody cares whether I live or die. Your little girl loves you. She cares. And we are your friends. That's right, Mrs. Renshaw. Where is he, Mrs. Renshaw? I can't. They'd kill me. Mrs. Renshaw, if you tell us, I promise you that I'll take care of you. I'll put you and your little girl on the 20th floor of the Broadmoor Hospital and keep two policemen outside your door day and night. Only you've got to help us. Dude, do you mean that? You promise? On my word, as district attorney. They're having some sort of meeting. The night at 10. There's several of them. I don't know how many. Where? I listened on my extension upstairs. The Brewer's warehouse. I'm here. 13th on the South River. To clear on everything, Harrington? Right, Chief. I want every one of them. Preferably alive. But if necessary, dead. Now, here. Here's a map of Pier 13 and the streets around it. And the sound truck will be here. Right. The red circles indicate searchlight squads, Chief. Right. I'll be here with a walkie-talkie. I have two police boats in the river channel just in case they try to get away by walk. Right. Okay. Let's get going. See you later, Miss Spinner. See me later? What do you mean? Well, what I say. Good night. Chief, the only way you can keep me off is to fire me. The waterfront. Well, it'll be a lot cleaner when tonight's over. That's Harrington. Yes, Harrington. Road barricade on Brandt Street. Okay, Chief. Check. Police boats? Police boats 14 DR 6 and 7. Station mid-channel. Opposite Pier 13. Tier gas. Guns issued. Others in position. There's a good shelter behind northeast corner of the building. Everything's set. Position. Okay. Not a move until I give the signal. Now, we settle down and wait. Yes, but not for long. It's after 10. Oh, this is going to be a beauty. Just take in the shadow of the fence, Miss Spinner. I'm sorry, Chief. I wish there wasn't so much moon. Yes, Harrington. Black sedan just passed the road barricade on Brandt Street, Chief. Okay, Harrington. We'll wait until the next car passes. Are they coming? Yeah. Listen. Our first gear? Mm-hmm. Keep your fingers crossed. Right. And stay in the shadows. These men are killers. Can you see? Five of them going into the warehouse. Yes, Harrington. Second car passing Brandt Street barricade, Chief. Green Cadillac. Five men. Ten of them. Rocky Retano's whole mob. Ready with the searchlights, Harrington? 10, 15,000 waters. Harrington. Chief. When I switch off, I turn the mic into the loudspeakers on the soundtrack. Check. And just remember the Thompson sub-machine guns fire 600 bullets a minute. Be careful. Right. Okay, I'm switching off. Give them the lights in five seconds. One, two, three, four. Why, Chief, it's like daylight. All right, Retano. All right, come. Wait. District Attorney in just a minute. If you're a teenager or older, why don't you join us? I'm going to be a part in the defense of our country. How? By joining the Ground Observer Corps. The Ground Observers have been set up to supplement the radar defenses of our country. Due to the way radar operates, there are gaps in it that can only be eliminated by human watchers. Now, if we are not to be caught unprepared, we must act now. The Ground Observers are located on the east and west coasts, and in the northern, middle west. Now, when the Ground Observer System is extended to the rest of the country, we need it. 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Police boat 14, DR-6. Can you hear me? He's not receiving you. Oh, they couldn't have gotten the boats. Could they, Harrington? No, they were firing away from the war. Police boat DR-6, not receiving you. Given the tear gas guns, sound two blasts on your whistle if you receive and understand this order. Over. Oh, what's the matter with that police boat? Can't they do something with their equipment? Chief, there's their whistle. They hurt you. Yes. Now, there's the tear gas gun. That'll bring them out driving crazy. Burn their eyes, Black. Chief, look. What is it? Over there, a man coming out of the warehouse. Yeah. Yes. Hey, hey, that's Rocky. Rocky return him. He's coming this way. Keep quiet, Black. Chief, Chief, don't be crazy. That man's a killer. I've been waiting for this. Watch me, Harrington. Maybe you can get his gun. I'll get the cover. He's trying to get away. Chief, you can't fight him with your bare feet. That's the way I want it. OK, Rocky. And there's another one for Wally Jansson. His gun, Harrington. He dropped it. Yes, I got it. What's the matter, Rocky? Don't like fighting with your fists, sir? I'll pay you off. I'll pay you off. Pay me for Wally Jansson's locker. Isn't that much stolen? I never felt better in my life. Going to come on out to warehouse? It's over. All right. Get Rocky out of the water, Harrington. That's the fish I'm going to fry personally. In a moment, a final report from Mr. District Attorney. There's something in the air, something new in Mutual's air. Star names in the stellar productions are adding their shine to the glittering roster of outstanding entertainment on your Mutual station. Such famous luminaries as Madeleine Carroll, Arlene Francis and Betty Clooney bring you programs that run the gamut from serious drama to gay humor to popular music. And that's not all, not by far. 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Rocky was convicted and sent to the electric chair for Wally Janssen's murder, leaving Mrs. Renshaw free at last to bring up her little daughter in dignity and security. The names of all characters in his transcribed dramatization are fictitious and any resemblance to names of living persons or actual places is purely coincidental. Our stars were J. Justin in the title role, Len Doyle as Harrington, and Vicki Vola as Miss Miller. Mr. District Attorney was produced by Bernard L. Schubert, written by Harry Junkin, and directed by Leslie Harris. Mr. District Attorney was originated by Phillips H. Lor, at last speaking. This is the mutual broadcasting system.