 Mr. District Attorney, starring David Bryant. Mr. District Attorney, champion of the people, defender of truth, guardian of our fundamental rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And it shall be my duty as District Attorney, not only to prosecute to the limit of the law all persons accused of crimes perpetrated within this county, but to defend with equal vigor the rights and privileges of all its citizens. This is David Bryant. In a moment we'll bring you another case from the files of Mr. District Attorney. But first the word from our sponsor. Our David Bryant as Paul Garrett, Mr. District Attorney. A modern gambling ring with its well-organized system payoffs can be a tough nut for a District Attorney to crack. But like little David Calero, syndicate and forcer for a big time policy wheel and book operator, someone in the ring eventually makes the mistake of arousing unfavorable public opinion. Early one overcast Sunday morning a big coop rolls into the western entrance to a wooded park. A stunning blonde is driving. Bridal path crosses the road just up ahead, Nikki. We'll wait here. Better put on gloves for this job. David Kilmer, judge ain't smart. I don't like it. Alright, you already said that. I know it was this kind of job. I wouldn't have come along. Don't touch that gun. Here, I'll take it. Only going to be one set of prints on this gun when the cops find it. You going to hang it on Louis? Any objection? The cops will remember how a sort-of bitsie used to be Louis Strademark. And they'll remember how he blew his top when Judge Power sentenced him. Told the judge he'd look him up when he got out. Hey, there's the judge now. Start her up, baby. David, I tell you this is no... Stop that motor. Now, quick. This is the last ride he's on or I'll ever take. Now, get out of here fast. If the boys picked up Louis on schedule, we'd get his prints on this gun and... Hey, look out! The curb! Shut down Star Wars once we're arriving. That's a fresh-painted curb. You know all this area roped off? Good enough. It's about to get about five minutes ago. He medical examiner thinks it was a shotgun job. I'll let you know later. Don't mind, Judge. Fine man. Didn't make him any better. Dirty, lousy rats. Gagging job, huh? I don't know, Harrington. Never paid to jump the conclusion. But I do know that no man was more hated and feared by the mobs. He knew that, but he wouldn't have a bodyguard. You think he'd have seen the handwriting on the wall, Chief? Yeah, especially with Jigsmanetti held in protective custody and bound over to the grand jury. Yeah? What'd you got on it? I go along with the police. They think Louis Cato did the job. He could be. Who found the judge? Some people named McDonald's, men and wife on their way to church. You talk with them? Yeah, got the address. They both had two shots at the time. They thought it was a truck backfiring and they just kept driving along. And they saw the judge lying at the edge of the road right over there. What time was this? 8.30, about a half hour ago. No other witnesses? No, not yet, anyway. McDonald's said that just before they got here they passed a car going in the other direction. Big coupe pay us a damn, not sure which. Black. You want the lead crew on those skid marks, Chief? Also on that curb, it's not a checkup on service stations and garages in this area. From the looks, some of that red paint rubbed off on the tire. Oh, I didn't call Miss Miller. Didn't know whether you'd need one or not. Let's not interrupt her day of rest. I'll be at the office in about an hour, Harrington. After I get the medical examiner's report, I'm going to question Jigsmanetti. Got her to talk. You might drop a lead, though. Chief, I still think this job was signed. Who signed it? So who'd the police have the APB offer? Louis Cato. Oh, I didn't expect. I mean, I told Harrington not to call you. He didn't. I heard the radio report. I knew you'd be flooded with calls. I found this note from Harrington. Well, thanks. He's over with the police, searching Louis Cato's room. All kinds of messages have been coming in for you, Mr. Gare. Here's the list of calls. Look who's here. Change your mind, eh, Chief? No, no. She came in on her own accord. Hell, how about that? Beats all how she brightens this place up. Aren't you sweet, Harrington? I got your note. Find anything over there? Paletti. Exhibit A. An old sort of shotgun in Cato's room closet. Half a dozen shells. And that's the murder weapon. Louis is not as smart as I thought. You know, did you find anything else? Yeah, this snapshot. Found it in a coat pocket, same closet. Nifty little doll, huh? Not bad. Taking some time ago, I'd say. What's the style of that dress, Miss Miller? About ten years ago, ten or twelve. Think she looks like a blonde? Well, I asked Louis if and when he's picked up. Let's give McDonald a look at this snapshot, Harrington. Took the words right out of my mouth, Chief. And let's go. Oh, Miss Miller. Glad you came in. It's only four o'clock and they just bought Louis Cato in here to head for us. You're telling we'd be in Captain Donovan's office? Yep. They'll have him in here in a minute. You ought to know more about this snapshot than your man McDonald did, Harrington. Well, that car was going pretty fast. Yeah, sure, I know. Here's your man, Mr. Garrett. Thanks, Rene. Wait outside, please. Yes, sir. Sit down, Louis. Not chair. Never mind. So they picked you up across the river? Yeah, at Harriman Square, Chief. Why don't you get away with it, eh? I don't know what you're talking about. The murder of Judge Tarr. Look, I didn't have nothing to do with it. Got an alibi? Who rigged it? I don't know. If you didn't get the Judge, why did you duck out, Louis? I got nothing more to say. Now, you can look at this snapshot, Louis. We're going to call on her next. Hey, where'd you get this? You know her? Now, look, you guys let her alone. You see, she's done nothing about this. You keep away from her. Watch her name, Louis. Never mind. We can find out easily enough. Captain Donovan's boys find her. Okay. Okay, I'll tell you. Her name is Nicky Brendan. But if you think she knows something about that job, you're crazy. Now, look, I've been nice. I told your name. You let her alone, huh? All right, Rooney. Take him away. Can I keep this picture? Sorry, Louis. We may need it. I didn't get over across the river and talk to the arresting officer. Right, Chief. Uh, what about this dame? I'm going to have her traced. Get on the job, Hinton. Fast. District Attorney's Office. Good morning, Captain. No, he's not yet. Oh, you bet I will. Just let me get a pencil. All right. Yes. Yes. I got it. Oh, that's a switch. Good morning, Mr. Gehr. Good morning, Miss Miller. How are you today? I'm fine, thanks. How are you doing yet? Captain Donovan just phoned about Nicky Brendan. I'd better read my notes to you there in shorthand. All right. 31 years old, originally from Albany. One charge of shoplifting there, now crossed. Here's one for the book, Mr. Gehr. She races jalapes there. What else? There was a girlfriend of Louis Cato and a friend of little Davey Caleros. That's all I have. Good morning, Hinton. Morning, Chief. Here's the photo blow-ups from the lab. Louis Cato's fingerprints. Prints taken from gun stock and set. No prints on the forestock or the barrels. They didn't give me anything on that. Miss Miller, call the lab. Tell them I want to blow up on the exact position of those fingerprints on that gun. Yes, sir. Now, Hinton, let's go talk to a blonde. Chief. There's money to live in one of these apartments. Stick to attorney. Open the door, please. Do you know Nikki Brendan? Yeah. Did you say district attorney? And assistant. Mind if we come in? Look, Chief, on the map. Mug shot of Calero. Most of them had taken it on the show-up line. Don't get smart. All right, what is it? I'll be brief, Nikki. Uh, we heard a woman was driving a getaway car. How about it? Well, don't talk to me. There's lots of women in this town. Go talk to some of them. They might know. Oh, wow. Hiya, Davy. Didn't know you had company, Davy. Invited themselves in. They can leave anytime. How's the syndicate doing, Davy? What syndicate? You kidding? Tower? Why would she know? Maybe you know. Yeah, I do. What? This extra's just out. Look at that headline. X-con confesses tower murder. Cato admits guilt. How do you like that? Anything else you guys want to know? Keep in touch with us, Davy. There might be. This is David Bryan. The attorney in the case of the bridal path murder. Here's an important message from our sponsor. Back to David Bryan starring as Paul Garrett. Mr. District Attorney. Louis Cato was paroled from prison. The word was that he was going straight. But because he threatened Judge Tower after being sentenced some years before, Louis was arrested shortly after the judge was murdered. Although all the evidence pointed to Louis, I believed his story that he'd been rigged or framed. But while I was questioning Nicky Brendan, his one-time maul, in walked her current boyfriend, little Davy Collaro, with an extra addition that told of Louis' confession. Now back at the office. There's a tape of Louis Cato's confession in your office, Mr. Garrett. Captain Donovan sent it over. And we'd better hear it, Heinem. Yep. And hold any calls that aren't important. Yes, sir. Put it on, Heinem. Glad to wait you. Glad to have those new fingerprint blow-ups up here. And I want it rushed. Are you ready, Chief? Here she goes. On your note, the version of Louis Cato, at least the quarters and the date of August 9th. He walked back to his room. That means he must have walked to the park. What do you make of it, Chief? So much baloney. I'll buy that. Look, Harrington, we're going to bear it down. I want every service station and garage for a mile around the park area checked. We'll do, Chief. Okay, Robbs. Well, they just could have been made by a Sunday driver. We'll find out. And I want Davy Calero tailed. Spot the station where he has his car serviced. Get me a full report on his car, where he goes, what he does, whom he talks to. The works. You are bearing down. No kidding yourself, Harrington. There's plenty more to this than a punk triggerman making good a threat. The syndicate's behind it. And we can trap that gang of rats we're going to do it. Yeah. Those new blow-ups are here, Mr. Garrett. Now, I'll be right out. If you want me within the next hour, Harrington, I'll be over at the city jail. I'm going to talk to Louie again. Should we be back here, Louie, pulling up a supermarket? But you think I'm going to talk you're wrong? I'll do most of the talking. That's shut down the police found in your room closet. Is that the one you used? Yeah. Show me how you picked up the gun when you shot the judge. I don't know, I just picked it up. With one hand? No, with both hands. But what's this all about? You were holding it upside down when you fired, weren't you? Who's going to fire a gun upside down? Then show me how you were holding it. Never mind, never mind. I said show me, Louie. Why didn't you leave me alone? According to the one set of fingerprints on that gun, you were holding it upside down. You're crazy. I'll make a guess, Louie. That mobster who wanted your fingerprints on that gun was in such a hurry, he didn't notice he handed it to you upside down, right? No, no. You didn't kill Judge Tarr. Look, I did, I did, I swear I did. What are you trying to do? Keep you out of the hot seat, Louie. Unless you talk out of the right side, the odds are a hundred or one against you. You talked to Louie again, chief? Oh, not since the other day. None of them questioned him this morning. My request. How did he kill the judge? Then he clams up. Maybe we'll find something at this garage. We're most there? Yeah, around the next corner. Garage and tire recap shot. Got overlooked in the first checkup. You spotted this noon? Yeah, mostly by luck. Driven for gasoline. The boss was out to lunch. The kid said Chewry knew my pal, Davey Calero. He said Davey tipped him five bucks for putting on four new tires last Monday. Yeah, it might be it, Hargut. Anderson's. Drive right up in. I didn't see the lap report. Were there any tire specs on the curb? Yes, white sidewalls. What can I do for you? A couple of minutes of your time. I'm the district attorney. Here's my identification. What have I done that's wrong? Far as I know, nothing. Is Davey Calero a customer of yours? Yeah. He comes in here. Regular customer? No, a bit cool. I'll go look it over to you. All right. Understand Calero had four new tires put on last Monday. That's right. Did he buy them here? Yeah. Yeah, he bought them here. I hope it's okay to tell you all this. You know he's a good customer. Wouldn't it be okay if you didn't? No offense, mister. You got the other tires? I guess so. Don't you know? Don't take a look in the shop. Do you watch tires before you recap them? That's right. We do a good job. Solution? That's right. My own formula. It means off dirt, stains, just like that. Paint too? Yeah, sure. You got a white sidewall. You ought to try my formula, mister. Let's see. I'll take a look. Maybe later. I got the information up. All right, Cap. Give you a deal on it. There'll be no deal, Anderson. I'll see you don't lose anything though. Have the lab crew pick them up. Right. It's a long shot, but it's the only one we've got. For the ocean, maybe you'll feel better. Did they bring over the car? Anderson said he'd have it here by two o'clock. I'll go back up and call him. Now, we can walk to the garage, baby. Come on. Anyway, it's got you talking again, baby. Last couple of days, I began to think you lost your voice. Daisy, how do you figure it? Figure what? You know, Louis K. O. Signed his name to that job. I told you I have a dozen signs, Nikki. Maybe he thinks the job was too well rigged against him. And if he takes the raptor, then it'll get him a mouthpiece, get him out of the chair. I wonder. Okay, you'll figure it. You think Louis knows we was in on it? You've got an idea. You think he knows I was in on it? What's the difference, what he knows, baby? Now, liven up a little. Well, yeah, come on, liven up. I can't, David. Don't feel right. You're going out looking for trouble? Look, Louis signed it. That's all there is. Give it to those cops coming to my place. They have to make that job look good. We ain't got a thing to worry about. There's the car the kids are working on. I hope you're right, baby. I'm about not worrying. But there's another thing, those tires. I don't think you've got any idea of time. I'm sorry, Mr. Clary. I want to do a good polish job for you, too. Okay, okay, always excuse. Come on, let's get going, David. I want to take those other tires along, David. Put them in the... Listen, I... I ain't kidding. I mean it, please. Okay, bring them out, Anderson. The tires I turned in for these. They're not here, Mr. Clary. Sell them? No. The police car came and picked them up. We'll get in. We got no manners at all. Nikki, I understand you drove in Jalopy races in Albany. So what if I did? You want a lot of them, too, they'd tell me. You're a good driver. Good enough to be on the syndicate payroll. I don't know what you're talking about. You'll find out right away, Blondie. And I can't understand you rubbing that curb, Nikki. That was a big mistake. Because the police lad crew found a couple of tiny specks of red paint. Left on the tire. The same paint that was on that curb. What are you trying to say? That you drove the getaway car from the murder of Judge Tower. That's a lie. I don't know anything about it. You were seen, Nikki. You were crying. I tell you it's a lie. You got Louie Cato. We talked. He's a trigger man. I've checked Louie all along the line. He's straight. The only thing wrong is him doing a gala head for a dame like you. He must be real dumb. Where's Davy? I don't know. She looked at the closet door. I don't see it. No, he ain't in there. Watch it. No, you're not. That'll take me, copper. Put down the gun, Davy. Stand back. Back around. Let your hand out. You can't get away, Davy. The police are out in the corridor. They got the billies around the two. I told you to burn those tires out, Davy. I should have gone back to Louie. I should have gone back. Come on, take it. Good work, Angus. Okay, I'll go along. But on your coat, Nikki, it's the end of the road for both of you. This is David Bryan again. I hope you've enjoyed this case from the file of Mr. District Attorney. I'll be back in just a moment after this message from our sponsor. Mr. District Attorney, David Bryan, with a word about the program you have just heard. You may remember the case. Nikki talked. So did Jigsman Eddie. And we not only got all the goods on little Davy Collaro, but we put enough for the syndicate big guns behind the bars to break the organization. Davy was convicted of murder in the first degree. Nikki got 20 years. When crime gets too big, it gets careless. Then the law takes over, always. And now this is David Bryan inviting you to join us when we present our next case based on the facts of crime from the files of Mr. District Attorney. Mr. District Attorney was originated by Philip H. Lord.