 Mr. District Attorney, starring David Bryan. 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 Bryan. In a moment we'll bring you another case from the files of Mr. District Attorney. The first a word from our sponsor. Mr. District Attorney. Bryan is not a respecter of time or of places. A District Attorney knows that it may strike at high noon on the streets of the city or at midnight in the country. This one started on a lonely stretch of highway between two small towns on the outskirts of the county. Hey! You in trouble? Yeah. My car comes out on me. I'm trying to get it started again for a half hour. Maybe I can get it going for you. I know a little something about cars. Okay, for trying? You bet. Go ahead. You must be out of gas. Gage says she's half full. Gage must be busted then. Shocking her like I did should have flooded the carburetor. If gas was feeding too, we would get the smell of it. We'd better check the tank. Get a stick or something to shove in here for measuring, will you? You bet. You ought to do it. Yeah, it's good enough. Get it here. The eyes are bone. Well, that leaves me in great shape. I got a scythe of those in my trunk. I'm kind of low on myself, but yeah, we can drain enough out of my tank to get you to Cedarville. It's only four miles. I live there. They're an all night station there. Oh, afraid not. Just a village. But I can put you out for the night if you don't mind parking in the jail. What do you mean, the jail? I had an account. Oh, well, don't worry. The jail's clean. Now, come on up. We're going to get you started. Yeah, you bet. Those are in here someplace. If I can find it. Got a match on you? You bet. Why not be here someplace? If I let a lighter junk pile up, it can't hold this match much longer. Let another one. That was the last one in the book. Well, come on. Have you got that hose or haven't you? That's the point in getting so at me, Mr. And how come you didn't know the gas gauge in your car was busted? It must have just happened, I guess. It seems to me there's a sedan just like yours on my state bulletin for hot car seats. Say, you got proof of ownership on you? I got proof, all right. My pocket pointed right square at your belly. Here's your head, young fella. A stolen car's a bad charge, but it ain't nearly as bad as using a gun to resist arrest. You better hand that gun over and come with me. Why, you rude, you small... You stinkin' room. There's a car coming on your feet. Come on, I said, on your feet, give it that brush. If they stop, you're going to get it right through the middle. You'll get yours for this. Help! Help! Cross country bus, cop, go ahead and yell. Yell your heart out. Try to out yell that motor. Oh, it can make a deal, cop. I ain't making a deal for you. Oh, yes, yes, and here it is. A bulletin exchange for your car. You're one cop, nobody's going to worry about anymore. I'm going to have an easy death cheat. Try to call out to the road. Do you have a family? Yeah, he had an invalid wife, two daughters, three grandchildren. Well, we've got a hot seat on Wiley's car. We might get a break. I doubt it. He probably got where we wanted to go and did it during the night. The medical examiner figured Wiley's been dead since about 3 a.m. and was probably shot a couple of hours before that. Yeah, Joe had a good start, all right. Let's get back to the road. Chief, we've got one thing going for us. Prince of the man we're after might have been among the ones the lab crew lifted from the car he abandoned when he stole Wiley's. I know, they're checking him all through the record bureau in the city. I asked Miss Miller to bring out the report if they come across anything promising. If only we knew which way the killer took off. The best guess is that he was headed for the city. Why? The car he abandoned was pointed that way. He wouldn't try to hide out many of the smaller towns between here and there. It'd be too easy to trace. It looks like they let a car through our roadblock down there. Yeah. That's a Central Division squad car. That's Miss Miller. Must have been something in the fingerprint report. Yeah. Hi, Miss Miller. Hello, Harry. Mr. Gehr, the lab thought you'd better have the fingerprint information hide away. What is it? One set of prints they lifted from the car has been positively identified through interstate records. They belong to Rex Lange. Rex Lange? Yes, sir. Morgan said the impressions were clear. They can't be any mistakes. I made a copy of Lange's criminal record. I don't need it. I know Lange's record by heart. You'd better get back to the city, Miss Miller, in case anything comes up at the office. Yes, sir. Where will you be? I want to make some stops along the road. Diners, service stations, places like that. We'll see you later. All right. Rex Lange, born in Idaho? Yes, I spoke to Paul, I think. He fancies himself as a ladies' man. Before he went to the reformatory? Pretty young, chief. He was a high school girl who smuggled him in the night for use to kill the reformatory garden. And there had been indications that he used a woman as a lookout on burglaries where his prints had been found. I'd love to get them. Harry said what I'm going to say now isn't an order. I want that to be clear in your mind. What are you driving at, chief? If you ever corner Rex Lange, you'll have a mad dog in your hand. But I want him taken alive if it's humanly possible. I understand, chief. Now, remember, it's not an order. You may have to play it his way. I still think maybe I'll be able to recognize him from that old mug shot. He's a cop killer, Harkin. Just make sure you don't recognize him too late. I've been trying to get you for two hours. I'm sorry. I told you we were checking places on the highway into town. I know. I just missed you at a service station and two diners. A comfortable Wiley's car has been found. Oh, yeah? Where? An empty lot at the end of Jasper Avenue, Harrington. Lab crew is working it over now. How'd you make up? Nothing, I'm afraid. You better give it to my office, Harrington. Oh, maybe the lab report now. It's the attorney's office. Yes, Morgan. He just came in. I'll take it, Miss Miller. Hello, Morgan. Hello, chief. Just made checking Wiley's car. No, that tends to join all right. Can you find out how long the car's been there? You're in the house across from the line with upwalking his baby last night. Get out of the window, so our man leave it in the line. You got a good enough look to give us a description? No. Did you know what time it was? You said 1.30 a.m. in that check. With what? End of the subway line is only a block before the car. No good thinking. Do the night cashier see him? Yeah. Or could the cashier give you a description? Not much. A magazine? Yeah, I think. How'd that happen? Excuse me. But that magazine may mean a lot. I'm hanging up. Talk to you later. Chief, what is it? A break, maybe. Miss Miller, I want you to get on the phone right away. Yes, sir. Call Magic Mirror Magazine. Get the editor. Get the date and the description of a cover for an issue they put out last year with a feature story on the city subway system. Yes, sir. You come in here, Angon. Coming. Take that phone extension three. Call the city sanitation department. Tell them to hold up all pickups of refuse from subway containers and subway entrance containers. Yeah, but why are you so... Just do it. I'm going to contact the transit commission. Get their inspectors out. Well, I had a year old copy of that magazine. If we're lucky, he might not have left it on the train. He might have carried it off and dropped it in a refuse container. And if we find out which container, we'll know where he left the train and he'll give us a good idea of what part of the city he's hiding in. Get to it. Now, this is David Bryan. Before we continue with Mr. District Attorney in the case of the cop killer, here is an important message I'd like you to hear. We're against Paul Garrett, Mr. District Attorney. A local constable had been killed on the outskirts of the county by a known and much wanted murderer. He had driven the constable's stolen car into the city, abandoned it, and taken a subway. Inadvertently stealing an old copy of a magazine from the subway cashier. We traced the magazine to a trash box at an uptown station. But their all clues faded out. Four days in this crummy neighborhood is beginning to get me down, Chief. Even if Lang did come to this area, he might have gone by now. Just the same. We won't keep looking until we're sure. The whole district has been under around the clocks of Valens since we found that old magazine. Now, how about some breakfast? There's that Spanish place across the street, Lobos. Yeah, it's as good as any place around here, I guess. I'm so hungry I'll even eat enchiladas for breakfast. Let's cross. You know, Chief, why is it that every mug we're at hides out in a tenement district? Now, what makes you think he isn't in the better section around here, where the hotels and the shops are only two blocks away? Well, there are more people around here and fewer questions asked. Yeah, I guess you're right. Buenos dias, señor. Oh, hello. Oh, let's take a booth here. I'm tired of eating off counters. You wish to see the menu, señor. I have everything. Yeah, make mine fruit juice, a couple of baked scrambles, easy with bacon and toast and jelly. Oh, that sounds good to me. Double it. Buenos dias, señorita. I will be with you in one moment. You bet. Of course, in an hour later. Later. You go ahead and wait on the lady first. I just want to sit here and give my feet a rest. That's it. Thought you were going to have enchiladas for breakfast. Well, when he gets through with the eggs, maybe I'll wish I had. I just want a container of coffee to go over. See, you want it black? No, cream and sugar. Here. Thirteen cents change. Thank you, señorita. You bet. Sit tight, Hyatt. Oh, miss, just a minute, please. What, were you speaking to me? Yes, I happened to look out of the booth and saw you. Don't I know you from someplace? I don't think so. Oh, you look familiar. Do you live around here, don't you? You bet. Well, I'm a photographer. I used to have my shop around here about a year ago. Maybe I took some photos of you. No, not me. I've only been the neighborhood for six weeks. Oh. Well, maybe it was someplace else. Where do you come from? New Jersey. Well, at your home state? You bet. Well, my mistake, I guess. I'm sure I knew you. Excuse me, please. You bet. You have the wrong señorita, no? Cancel our orders. Here's a dollar for your trouble. Come on, Hangington. We're leaving. See you later, Lobo. Oh, there she is. Turn in the corner. Sheep, your mind letting me in on this? Did you notice how that girl kept saying you bet? Yeah. Now, what about it? That reformatory report on Lang, the part about his habits. His favorite expression was you bet. So? She picked up that habit someplace, Hangington. Probably from being around somebody who uses the expression constantly. And that could mean Rex Lang. Let's see where she's taking that container of coffee. Oh, there she goes, Chief. Yeah, a jewelry store. Yeah, it doesn't look like we're going to find Lang in there. So you went to the back of the store, and I'm going for a phone booth to have Miss Miller check on a few things. You stay right here on this block, though. Walk to the corner with me. If she's Lang's girl, she wouldn't be working to catch you. I can think of a good reason she might be working in a jewelry store. You mean casing it for Lang to knock over? Yeah, it's been done before. Yeah, that's pretty dangerous for her, Chief. I'm going to have Miss Miller check on Lang's methods and robberies. He's told them in the past. You see what you can find out along the street here? She's a very pretty girl, so it's a safe bet she's been noticed by other shopkeepers along here. Maybe one of them will know her name or she lives. I'll tip our hand if I can round asking too many questions. Don't make them sound like official questions. They can sound like you're just another man who's seen a pretty girl. Now get going. I'll call Miss Miller and wait until she calls me back. I'll meet you at the car in about an hour. Hello? Mr. Gad? Yes? We got Lang's known burglary for finance. Well, how about the girl angle? Yes, it's in almost all the places I've mentioned. In each case, she put her job amount to two before the burglary took place. Well, that's the motor's operandi I've been looking for. Well, thanks for the information, Miss Miller. I think we're getting close to Lang. Don't you want a few more men up there? No. I would only give Lang a few more targets. Goodbye. I'll check with you later. What time do you got, Chief? Almost one. She'll have to be going back to work soon. Now? Comes home for lunch every day. Bought quite a lot of stuff at the Deli Cartesan for one person. Well, why don't you say the name of this again? Uh, Nita. Nita Moran. It's the hand of the sage one for seventy-four. Look, uh, why don't we walk right in and flash it? Because if Lang isn't up there with her, I don't want her to know we've been there. Well, there she comes. Back in the doorway. Quick. That's a good thing we've got. She sure does look around when she comes out. Let's go up. Here are the mailboxes. Yeah. Uh, here it is. Moran. Second floor right. I'm trying to hold on. Open? Go ahead. I've got it. Right here on my pocket. This is it. I'm not. Staying back to the side. Oh, the lady in this next apartment. She ain't home. She works. Maybe her husband's home. She ain't got no husband. She's alone. Do you want me to tell her something for you? Uh, no. No, thanks. We're just selling magazines. Description. She's assigned downstairs. There's no peddler. She's the landlord's kitty. Hmm. Now it's magazine. Oh, I had to tell her something. In case she mentions this to the Moran girl. Dumb me. Well, what now? Got a master key? Yeah. Oh, let's get inside. Not so much noise. Well, I've got a bit. Oh, now we can have a look around. Well, we can see a girl lives here, all right? Yeah, that's the... There's no sign of a man. Nothing in there. I just... Just a second. Good eyes if they can see anything through that window. I can't. With that thick, gray glass. I wasn't looking through the window. I was looking at this. Huh? What? The window sill. The paint is chipped off in two spots. Old building. Paint dried and cracked years ago. The bath comes right another window. Look at it. That looks like the mark of a rubber heel. A man's heel. Wouldn't have taken a bath with his shoes on. No. Let's raise this window. Slowly and carefully. Just a fraction of an inch so I can see out under it. That's enough. The window sashes are well oiled. Can you see anything? Open it on an air shaft. Between this tunnel and the next one. That window across the shaft would be the second floor left in the next building. All right. Close it. What do you think? The well oiled sashes marks in the old paint on the sill. The shaft is about six feet wide. Anybody could stretch a ladder or a piece of plank from that building to this. There's no ladder or plank here. That'll be in the other building. Rex Lang's private drawbridge. What a gimmick. Gimmick is right. You never have to leave the place. Nobody ever sees him come in or go out. Then what's our play? I'm going to go next door. Check that second floor left apartment. If Lang's across there, chief, he'll be barricaded in with an arsenal. We're not going to take him over there. Where are we going to take him? We're going to take him tonight when he crawls across that air shaft for his dinner. Get going. And when everything's set up before Nina Moran comes home from work. Five-fifteen. She ought to be home. Morgan Posen? Yeah. In the basement. Window leads from it to the bottom of the air shaft. It's a good thing you thought about building next door. Imagine that second floor left nailed up tight. You'd never suspect it was being used in the hall. Well, that's the way Lang wants it to look. Fiona has a petty record. Must be helping Lang. For an extra high rental. I'll pick him up later. Put him in this whole closet. You know, I might get to see him a little. He's just going into the bathroom. Wonder how she's sick also. Fettles or something. He has this window. Mm-hmm. Come on. Now, right on your hands and knees. Keep quiet, miss. Don't try to crawl back. There's another man with a gun right under you. Push the ladder. Coming down on the shaft. Lasting days are over, Lang. How is he, Morgan? Looks like a broken leg, that's all. How are you doing? Catchy. Call for a police ambulance. Okay. Oh, tip jar. You'd never catch me without a tip off. Or was it Edith? Or that Stephen Landlord? Well, answer me. What is it? A police secret or something. You bet, Rex. You bet. 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. Attorney, David Bryan, with a word about the program you have just heard. Rex Lang was tried and convicted for murder in the first degree. He was executed in the manner prescribed by law. Anita Moran was convicted of major crimes in several states and is serving accumulated sentences of more than 50 years. Lang's landlord, Fritz Rudell, is serving 10 years for knowingly harboring a fugitive. Now, this is David Bryan inviting you to join us when we present our next case based on the facts of crime from the file of Mr. District Attorney. Mr. District Attorney was originated by Philip Tate's law.