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And more and more people are joining it every year, staying in it, and reaping the benefits of membership in this mutual organization, the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States. Truly, the Equitable Society is an American institution. For by serving its members, the Equitable Society serves America. Tonight's FBI file, the Nylon Hijacker. It has been said that the female of the species is more deadly than the male. And while this expression applies zoologically only to certain of the lower animals and insects, tonight's case from the files of your FBI demonstrates that in the field of human crime, no male could be any more deadly than the female who was motivated by a desire for revenge. In one of those cheap cold water flats across the East River from Manhattan, a pretty-faced young girl in a red chamele robe sits staring into a cup of coffee gone cold. She's been awake all night waiting for the sound of certain footsteps in the hall which never comes. Suddenly, the girl straightens, but it is not his knock, he wouldn't knock. It uses key. Hiya, Bunny. Chris, what are you doing here this early? Just giving me an aspirin and a bottle of beer quick. Huh? Kid, your big sister is really hung over. Oh, come on in. I'll get you an aspirin right away, Chris. Okay, and I'll die for the icebox. Where's Frankie? Hey, is this all a beer you got? Where's an opener? Here's the aspirin, Chris. Thanks, kid. That should do something. Hey, you don't look so hot, Bunny. What's the matter? Well, I... Well, I didn't sleep very good last night. He didn't come home, did he? What? You heard me. Frankie didn't come home. No. I thought so. Chris, I... I'm scared, Steve. I'm afraid he's gotten to some kind of trouble. Is that what you really think, honey? What do you mean? Look, kid, you're my sister, and I tear my hair out for you. You know that, don't you? Of course, Chris. And have I ever lied to you? No. Then you ought to know I wouldn't come all the way over here at eight o'clock in the morning and with a hangover to boot to start, Landy, and Al. What are you talking about, Chris? I know why Frankie didn't come home to you last night. You do? Yeah. And I know why he didn't come home the other two times. Well, what happened to him? Frankie has given you the business, kid. He's got a dame. Chris! I saw him together last night. Oh, no, no, Chris. You must have made a mistake. Not a chance. But Frankie wouldn't do that to me. Oh, wake up, kid. He is doing it. But he promised me he promised he'd never look at another girl. Oh, honey, why don't you grow up? But I tell you, he promised. He promised to take out of this dump, too, didn't he? Yes, and he's going to as soon as he does a job or two and gets the money. I know for a fact that he... Frankie, shut up and listen to me. Frankie's making good dough already. He's got a racket. What? I don't know what it is, but I found out that much and it's paying off. But he never told me anything about it. Of course not. He's spending it all on that redhead. What redhead? The one I've seen him with. Oh. She's got a car and an apartment. And I'll give you one guess on who's paying for it. Who's paying? Oh, no, Chris. And when he gets ready to give you the brush off for keeps, he'll do that, too. Oh, look, kid. When you married that rat, I washed my hands, but I won't take you getting shoved around this way. Oh, this is... You can't handle a guy, but I can. So just let me know the next time he's home and I'll be right here to really straighten that stiff out. In the New York City office of the FBI next morning, an assistant to the agent in charge is just finishing a telephone conversation as Special Agent York enters. Right. Yes. Yes, we'll get on it right away. And thanks a lot. New business, John? Yes, interstate hijacking. Oh? A truckload of nylons. Nylons? Well, who did it? Your wife or mine? No, York. I'm afraid they both got scooped on this one. Well, where did it happen? In Jersey, on the highway, the other side of Hoboken. Uh-huh. Truck stopped at an intersection for a light free man stepped out of the shadows and did the rest. Anybody hurt? Well, they knocked the driver out. He came to about an hour later, made his way to the police and reported. Could he furnish any lead? Well, the police are questioning him now. Well, they must have brought the nylons on into New York. That's right. Truck was found abandoned. Here it is. Broadway in 125th. Well, probably miles from where they unloaded it. Yeah, I would think so. You know, this must be a new mob operating. That's the first interstate hijacking job around here since we broke up the nylons gang. You want me to do anything? Yes. Will you go over to police headquarters and get the driver's testimony? Right. Then you'd better examine the truck and see if you can pick up any prints. Okay. And York, check with me later. Let me know what you found. Hiya, bunny. Oh, hello, Chris. Aren't you going to ask me in? Oh, sure. Um, come ahead. Is he home? Who? Now, who do you think? Uh, Frankie? That's right. Yeah, he, uh, he's home. I thought you were going to get in touch with me when he showed. Well, you see, Chris, I... Where is he? Sitting right over here, scared to death of you, hot chef. Oh. Please, Chris, you were wrong about Frankie. He explained about that girl and everything's fine. Yeah, I'll bet he explained. Did he tell you about that girl? Why don't you keep your ugly kiss around other people's business? Bunny's my sister, and I don't like the way you're giving her the business. That's a matter of your jealous, because nobody ever give you a break like I did, Bunny. Why, you cheap little five-and-dime racketeer. Get up. Frankie. Tell this big mouth to get out of here. Please, go, Chris. Everything's all right between us now. You keep quiet. You heard a hot shot blow. Oh, no. I told Bunny I was going to come over here and straighten you out with her, but now I've changed my mind. Great. Fine, so be it. I changed my mind because you can't make anything else out of a rat but a rat, and I don't want her to go on living with one. Well, you... Frankie, don't cheat my sister. That's your tough luck. I told you he'd brush you off for keeps as soon as he got ready, Bunny, but I was wrong. He's at two-time and bully. That's got to have somebody to kick around all the time, and you're rich. Oh, Chris, please, please. He can't bully anybody in his mob. They'd give him a belly full of lead. And the first time he kicks that redhead around, she'll stick a knife in his back. Chris. And he knows if he takes a swing at me, I'll blow his brains all over the joint. I'm getting out of here. Oh, no, Frankie, don't. I've had enough. Oh, see what you've done, Chris. Frankie, don't go. Don't leave me. Please, don't. Oh, what did you expect? He was just looking for an out, kid. What are you doing with crying over here? Better off that he's gone. What's talking? From the hijacking. What are you talking about? Frankie hijacked a whole truckload of nylons last night. Oh, stop. Will you? I think he did. I'm running to try to sell them. Look, there's the list right over there that he was working from. This one over here? Yep. He promised me I could have as many nylons as I wanted. Chris, you is a girl. No, just how tough it is to get... Wait a minute. We can get more than nylons out of that character. What do you mean? You made our phone book quick. So soon? I just got 3,000 from him. Sure, sure. I could use some more, all right? How many has he got? Say, that's fine. When can he deliver them? About tonight. The sooner the better. Same place? I see. Here's what he said for you. Sure. Come in, York. How'd you make out? Well, I went to police headquarters and interviewed the truck driver. And? He doesn't remember too much about the hijacking. He stopped at an intersection when the three men ganged up on him. Could he describe them? He gave me a fair description of one of them. I have it right here. Nothing on the other two? No. How about the truck? I went up and looked it over. There were a dozen different fingerprints scattered around. I'm having them worked up now. Well, chances are none of them will belong to the thieves. I know. Well, this one description may be of some help, though. How's that? We checked the police files. It tallies pretty closely with a man who's done this sort of job before. Who's that? A racketeer named Frankie Austin. You know where he is? Not yet, but I'm going to work on that right now. Good. If you find him, bring him in. Isn't it about time Mr. Fulton was coming? You ought to be driving up any minute now. Chris, I... I'm scared. So am I, but not for the same reason. What do you mean? I'm scared he might have got suspicious and backed out. Oh. I turned on the radio. You could attract more attention by screaming. What do you mean? Never mind. You stay just like you are, kid, and after tonight we're going to start making money out of those big blue eyes and empty head of yours. Oh, Chris, what a thing to say about your own sister. Wait a minute. There's a little truck pulling up at the intersection now. Oh, do you think it's... Why do I flash the headlights? I suppose it's not him. He answered. It's him all right. Not just to sit tight. Is that you, Frankie? Crawl in behind us. Stop and cut out your lights and then come back here. Where's Frankie? Do what I tell you. Just sit right where you are, Bunny. What have you got there? A jackhandle, darling. I thought Frankie was going to be here. Have you got the 10 grand? Sure. Where is it? Right in this envelope. Cash? Yes. That's all I wanted to know, Mr. Fulton. Look, for me and one for him. There. That's that. Chris, you're not going to leave him there. Sure. 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It was nearly midnight before highway patrolmen discovered the body of the man named Fulton lying on the road about 100 yards from the highway intersection. Early next morning in the FBI office. Good morning, York. I think I finally got a line on Frankie Austin's whereabouts. Well... With any luck, we should pick him up this afternoon. Well, we certainly have... Oh, wait a minute, will you? Sidney speaking. This is Jersey Highway Patrol headquarters, Mr. Sidney. Yes? It would have called you sooner on this, but we spent all night checking angles. What have you got? Looks like something that ties in with the Nylon Hijacker. York, you'd better get on the other phone list of this. Okay. All right, shoot. We found the body of a man named Fulton last night near the intersection of 64 and 22. Yes? We checked the identification card in his wallet and found out he's a dealer in women's stocking. Oh? The thing that really ties it in is the typewritten note we found on him. What is it? It said 3,000 pairs of Nylons would be delivered to him at the intersection last night at 10 o'clock. Fulton was to bring $10,000 in cash with him. Oh? Who signed that note? It was just signed Frankie. That must be Frankie Austin. Do you know where the Fulton had the money with him when he got there? We checked his office a while ago. He drew that much from the bank yesterday about noon. I see. Well, Special Agent York is leaving here at once. He'll go over details with you and check on the scene of the crime. Right. Thanks a lot, Officer. Bye. Bye. Well, that seems to be the clincher on Austin. Yeah. York, tell me where you think he's going to be this afternoon. While you're gone, I'll have somebody hop out and pick him up. Right. Austin. Yes, sir? You might as well come clean. The evidence against you will be here any minute now. I don't care what evidence you got. I didn't knock that guy off. What about the note? How many times do I have to tell you? It's a frame. Now, who would want to frame you? I don't know. Why would they want to frame you? I don't know that either. Then what makes you so sure it's a frame? Look, gee, man, I tell you, I didn't have nothing to do with it. Maybe you tried to cut somebody out after hijacking that truckload of nylons. That's a lie. It was my own job. Well, at least we got that much settled. OK, OK, so I knocked off the truck, but I didn't kill that guy full. Then where were you at 10 o'clock last night? I wasn't wherever he was. Can you prove that? Sure I can. Well, I was at a certain dame's house. I thought you were married. I am married. Does your wife know about the other girl? What's that got to do with proven where I was last night? Are you still living with your wife? What's that got to do with proven where I was last night? Austin, answer my question. I walked out on her yesterday. Have a fight about the other girl? My wife's sister started it. She hates my guts and wants you to find out about that dame. Can I come in, John? Yes, come in, York. I've been waiting for you. Oh. Is this Frankie Austin? Yes. We've been having a little talk. What did you get? Well, here's the note that was found on the phone. Let me see it. Right. Thanks. Austin. Yeah? Is that your signature? Let's see. There you are. I don't write anything like that. I don't think Austin killed Fulton, John. Oh, that's what I've been trying to tell him. You see, in addition to Fulton's footprints at the scene of the crime, I've found some made by high heels. A dame. And, John, there's traces of woman's face powder on the note as if it had been carried in a handbag. Hey. You can even smell it. Hey, wait a minute. I'm beginning to get the whole picture. What do you mean? I told you this was a frame. And now I know who's behind it. My sister-in-law. How do we know she wasn't working with you? Look, believe me, she wasn't. She hung this on me. Where can she be located? Wherever my wife is. All right, Austin. We'll check on your story. Did you packed yet? Oh, I'm having a terrible time, Chris. I can't get everything in. Look, we're wasting time. We've got to get out of here. Oh, he ain't coming back. I've got to take everything. And this book just won't fit in. So what? Leave it. Oh, I couldn't, Chris. It's my memory book. Look, stupid. You'll have the rest of your life to read it if the cops come here. Now forget it. Why should the cops come here? Because we killed a guy, remember? Yeah, but you said they were going to blame Frankie for that. That's why you put that note in Mr. Fulton's pocket. Ronnie, please. Just keep moving. Okay. Have you got that address? Uh, it's on the table there. I tore it out. All right. Where are we going? Wherever the first thing's leaving for. And I hope it's Mexico. Mexico? No matter what that. But I can't speak Mexican. That is not your big handicap, kid. Come on, shut that bag up. All right, all right. I'm ready. Okay, now let's get out of here fast. Get home, John. Well, we have Austin's key in the search warrant. Let's go in. All right. Man, I'll say that on here. Look at the mess. Yes. Well, let's take a look around. They didn't bother to take half of their clothes with them. Well, with $10,000, they wouldn't need to. Hey, we must have just missed them. Yeah? Yeah. Cigarettes still burning in the ashtray. Oh. Now the question is, are they going underground in this area? Hey, John. What have you got? Oh, maybe nothing, but... Look at this newspaper. What about it? Oh, it's lying over there open at this page. Yes. And there's a piece at the bottom corner missing. Yeah, and it wasn't clipped out either. No, it's torn out like whoever did it was in a hurry. What's the date on that paper? Uh, it's this morning. Okay, get on the phone, ask the newspaper what's printed on page... Uh, 26. Page 26 at the bottom of column... Column 8 and hurry. Right. But I tell you, we have no tour leaving from Mexico just now, madam. Then what have you gotten? Don't call me, madam. I'm sorry. He thinks you're married, Chris. Shut up. Here's what we can do for you. Shoot. We can get you on a train leaving in one hour for New Orleans. And from there, you can take a banana boat. A banana boat? What's that? One that carries bananas, obviously. Okay, okay, fix us up on that. But don't you want to know where the boat's going? Yes, book us and make it snappy. Very well. May I have your names, please? Mrs. Frankie Orston and Miss Christine Wilson. Who are you? How did you know our names? Special agents at the FBI. Huh? The FBI. That's right. You're both under arrest for murder. Chris, I told you we shouldn't... Shut up. It's too late for that, Miss Wilson. You've left tracks a mile wide, including the ad for this travel agency torn under this morning's newspaper. All right, come along, both of you. The three criminals in tonight's case were all punished to the full extent of the law. Frankie Orston was sent to a federal penitentiary for hijacking. His wife received a long prison term for her part in the killing of Fulton. And his sister-in-law was convicted of murder in the first degree. Whether the female of the species is more deadly than the male or not. In the field of human crime, she operates under the same handicap as the male. The same handicap which ultimately defeats all criminals. The inevitable clues which sooner or later fasten upon them the verdict of guilty. Before you hear about next week's thrilling case from the files of your FBI, the Equitable Society wants to tell you about a citizen of whom your community can well be proud. And I mean your neighbor, the Equitable Society life insurance representative. Look to him for the financial security of life insurance. He's a man ready to serve you in the same spirit in which throughout 86 years, the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States has always served its members. 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