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In the past six months, there have been almost three hundred and eighty thousand fingerprint arrest records added to the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. An addition which brings the number of such fingerprint records to the staggering total of seven and a half million. That figure, seven and a half million, can be said quickly, can be rolled off the tongue and forgotten just as quickly. But your FBI asks you to stop for a moment and to realize what that figure represents. These cards represent seven and a half million people who have been arrested in the United States. Since we have slightly more than a hundred and forty million people in the country, it means that one out of every eighteen among us has an arrest record. Your FBI implores you to do everything that you can to help fight the crime wave, lest the next survey show that the figure has risen beyond its present high record. And we find ourselves literally engulfed in every type of crime from larceny to murder. Tonight's file opens in a small Midwestern town. It is early morning, two men, one old, one young, are hard at work digging a hole with pick and shovel. What's the matter, Billy Boy? Hey, this is kind of rugged. For a young fella like you, why, your uncle Andy and me do this kind of work all the time. Yeah, I know. I know. Come on, boy, get to digging. I wish uncle Andy was here now. I said I wish uncle Andy was here now instead of me. Once we agree, son, so do I. You know, he'd be here too if his back wasn't all twisted up with rheumatism. Hey, tell me something, will you? What's that? Why do you old guys always do everything the hard way? What do you mean? They use one of them drills on this hole. You could do the whole job ten times quicker. Billy, you think me and your uncle are pretty old-fashioned, don't you? Yeah, I thought so. Well, let me tell you something, son. There's a lot you could learn from our old-fashioned ways. Like what, for instance? Like what we're doing right now. There's plenty of quick ways to do this same job. I'll grant you that. But once we're inside this bank, we'll throw the vault and take the money without anybody ever knowing we're doing it. The next day, FBI Special Agent Jim Taylor picks up Agent Carl Perry in front of the railroad station. Yo, Carl. Oh, Carl, over here. Oh, Jim. Come on, hop in. Good to see you. I must say there's a service being met at the station. I didn't come down here to drive you back to the office. I just wanted to save you some time. Why, what's the rush? We've been assigned to work together on a case that just came in. Oh, good. What's it all about? Well, it was a bank burglary in Centerville early this morning. Two men got into the bank by tumbling into the back of the building. Any leads? We get more than leads, Carl. We know who did it. Already? Well, the robbers parked the car a block away from the bank in front of a home occupied by some people named Duncan. Uh-huh. Mr. Duncan looked out the window and copied down the number on the license plate so he could make a complaint about it. And his complaint turned out to be an asset. That's right. Carl was found abandoned this morning in a tourist cabin out on Route 81. We got some fingerprints out of it. It turned out to belong to a man named Roy Lyons. I don't think I know that name. Oh, there's no reason why you should, Carl. From his record, he's been a petty larceny thief for about 45 years. How old is he? 63. He was working with a boy of 19. How do you know that? The case was initial, W-O-C. Oh, the lights changed him. Oh, yeah. Well, we went through Roy Lyons' arrest, Reagan. Find out who was picked up a year ago with a boy named William O. Caldwell. Oh, that certainly ties in. Yeah. Yeah, I think it's safe to assume it's the same boy. We'll know in a little while, though, for sure. Why? Well, we're headed for the tourist camp where the robbers' car was found abandoned. Oh? I've got pictures of Lyons and Caldwell in my pocket. Search from there. Careful, a little more cocoa. Oh, not right now, thanks. Oh, my back. Umitism's really acting up. Yes, I wish my nephew would get back with that mustard plaster. You all done counting the money? Uh-huh. How much? $1237.50. Not a bad night's work. Too bad you couldn't have been with us. Well, I wasn't exactly idle. What do you mean, Andy? I wrote some letters. What kind of letters? Do you remember that sucker list I had in the trunk? Which one? Men over 60. Oh, sure. That's the one we never knew how to use. I figured a way to put it to work. Well, good boy, Andy. How'd you do it? Well, we've been accumulating a lot of coins along with the paper money. It's tough for us to get rid of it. Oh, yeah. That's why I sent out the letters. What kind of a club? One of them old age clubs. Oh. I'll be president. Good. You'll be treasurer. Fine. What's the, uh, aims of the club? We're charging a dollar to join and a quarter a week dues. That way nobody will be suspicious if we get a couple of hundred dollars in silver. Well, that's a real idea, Andy. Well, I'm glad that... What? Well, where's Billy with the plaster? I told him to hurry, eh? Andy, I'm afraid that boy does just as he pleases. How was he on the job last night? Kind of fresh. I don't like to say this, Andy, but he's getting a little too big for his britches. How do you mean? He's been flashing money around being a big shot. That could get us in trouble. Sure could. I'll have a talk with the boy as soon as he gets here. Let me have some of that cuckoo. Carl, I wish something would come in on that alarm on the old man and the boy. If they remained in the immediate neighborhood, I think they'd have been spotted by now. I'm afraid they've gotten to wherever they were going. These alarms don't produce results. In the first five hours, they usually don't produce at all. Jim, if we could only get some kind of a lead that would tell us which way they headed when they left the tourist cabin. Well, I think we're going to have to let this one go for a little while. While you were calling police headquarters, I went in to talk to the SAC. About what? About attacking this problem from an entirely new angle. What's that? Well, there was a bank burglary about ten days ago over at Midland Falls. The same method of entering the bank was used in both cases. I didn't know that. Well, the bank at Midland Falls was not covered by the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation. That's why we haven't been in on it up to now. Oh, I see. I think the same pair probably robbed both banks. That's a safe speculation, Jim. Well, solving that one would automatically solve the other case for us, too. Well, what do we do first, Jim? Well, Midland Falls is only about 65 miles from here. Let's drive up there first thing in the morning. How does your back feel now, Andy? Still miserable, Roy. I was thinking we might go back to work tomorrow night. I got a bank all picked out for us. Where? We're coming home from Centerville the other night. We went through a little place called Bowlin Green. They've got the prettiest little bank there you ever saw. I remember Bowlin Green. I got arrested there once. Did you stop and look the bank over? No need to. There's a vacant lot next door. I think that pipes out, Andy. Well, hand me the tobacco, will you? Sure. Hi. Where have you been? Out. I thought you went to get your poor uncle a backplacer. Really? You've been forgetting too many things here lately. Mostly your manners. Now, look, I don't want to hear any long-winded lectures. I'm fed up with those routines. Is that effective? Yes. And I came home here specially to tell you that. They must be spiting the grape juice down at the pool. Very funny. You're talking mighty big, son. That's time I did. I've been kicked around by you two just long enough. What do you mean kicked around? I've been doing 50% of the work. What about your money? Look, son, we brought you into this combination strictly as an apprentice. That is right. And we tried to teach you all we know. What do you think? I could learn from old-fashioned jokers like you. You're 50 years behind at times, both of you. Then why do you work for us? I'm not after tonight. But before I pull out, there's one thing we got to get straight. What's that? The payoff from last night. I want half. But you ain't getting it. I got a gun here that says I am. Well... Now, where'd you put the money? Put that gun away, son. It might go off and scare all of us. Look, I'm on the level about this. Roy, I believe he is. Now, get me that money. You better do as he says, Roy. Very well. Get his gun. What happened? Pull the rug out from under you, that's all. That's one of the things you was complaining about. Come on, Andy. Let's tie him up. 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Have your secretary call the nearest equitable office and ask for the manager to give a brief note to the home office of the Equitable Society in New York City. That's E-Q-U-I-T-A-B-L-E. The Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States. And now back to the FBI file. The Two Wise Men. The attitude of the young man in tonight's case from the files of your FBI is too widespread to require any explanation. It is almost one of the prerequisites of youth that they think they know how to do things better than those who are older. And that attitude is as true among criminals as among law-abiding citizens. The young man you have met, unfortunately, is representative of the dominant age group among those who have been arrested since the first of this year. According to the FBI survey mentioned earlier in this program, the highest frequency of arrests occurred in the 21, 22, 23, and 19-year-old groups in that order. The age group 50 and over represented tonight by the two old men was not far behind in this newest survey. Between them, those age groups combined to produce a total of approximately one-third of all recorded arrests. Many of the youngsters, those in the 19-23 bracket, are yesterday's juvenile delinquents. The boys of that age group are still young enough to be saved. Indeed, they must be saved. For if society should bail them entirely, they will soon cease to be yesterday's juvenile delinquents. Instead, they will be tomorrow's hardened criminals. Tonight's file continues late the next afternoon in a room at police headquarters in Midland Falls. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Carl. I just got back here, Jim. Oh, how'd you make out? Well, after I left you, I went to the bank. They couldn't give us much information, which we didn't already have. But I didn't get this, uh, this nail-puller. Well, Jim Crawford at the bank. It was left in the vaults the night of the burglary. Take a look at that, huh? Names stamped on it. It's pretty well rubbed out, though. I put it under black light and red it. It says E.G. Bentley and Company Lumber. Well, it's a local company. Did you call them? Yes, but they haven't given away any of these nail-pullers for over 10 years. Well, that takes care of the possibility of tracing it directly, then. Maybe it'll fit in later on. How did you make out? Well, the local police and I interviewed them. After comparing notes, I found that the car used in the burglary here was a stolen 1946 black Buick convertible. Checking on the license number, I learned the car was stolen from a private garage at Newton's Center on September 19th. Well, that was 10 days before the bank here was burglarized. That's right. Oh, any prints found in the car? Yes, yes. Prints identified as those of Lyons and of Corwell. That figured. Were they stolen from a farmer, Jim? No, that's why I think they probably stole the jack somewhere else. Carl, let me have that map over there, will you? Sure. Here you are. Hold it down there. Now, here, Carl, if you were to take this territory in here on the east and the south of Midland Falls, I'd take the west and the north. We could interview every farmer around here and see if we can find out where that jack came from. When we're finished, let's meet back here. You know something, Roy? What? Maybe we should have stayed home and answered our mayoral. We'd have made more money that way. On the old age club, you mean? Yeah. The letters are flocking in. Why did you dangle at those fellas to make it sound so good? I told them we'd ask the government for a dollar a week for every year they've been alive. That means I'd get 63 dollars a week. That's right. That's a good point. Andy, have you made up your mind yet about what you're going to do with young Billy? No. It ain't going to be practical to keep him tied up in the bedroom too long. I know. What would you do if you were me? That's easy. I'd kill him. I came up lucky. I found the farm where the jack was stolen from. Oh, good. He said that an old man and a young boy in a 1946 Black Buick convertible stopped at his farm on September 29. Wasn't that the day of the burglary here? That's right. He said they came to his farm and wanted to borrow a jack so they could change a tire. Was he sure that it was Lyons and Caldwell? Yes, yes. He positively identified both pictures. All they also stole that nail puller from his tool chest. The same modus operandi on a bank in Bowling Green. He didn't waste much time. I know. That's one of the reasons we'd better catch them in a hurry. Carl, let's see where we stand. Take a look at the map. Okay. Now, over here, approximately 55 miles from Midland Falls as Newton's Center. That's right. Carl, there was used to burglarize the bank in Midland Falls on September 29th. Mm-hmm. Now, this farm where the jack and the nail puller were stolen is here. That's about six miles due west of Midland Falls. Oh, huh. Now, that means two things, Carl. First, Lyons and Caldwell came into Midland Falls in the west. They were at this farm on the day of the big burglary. Correct? Okay, now from Newton's Center to this farm is approximately 49 miles. Now, if they were fleeing from Newton's Center after stealing the car, they would have covered more distance than 49 miles in 10 days. I'll buy that. Well, then, Carl, I think we can assume that during the period between the stealing of the car and the burglarizing in the Midland Falls Bank, they lived somewhere in between. Well, Jim, it'll be a big job checking every house in that 50-mile stretch. I know that, Carl, but if they stopped at the farm to fix a flat, they might very well have had some other trouble with that tire. Maybe. I think what we ought to do now is start checking every gas station in the Midland Falls Bank. Yeah, I know that. They couldn't have had too much trouble with that tire. Any chance they use another road, Jim? There is no other road between Newton's Center and Midland Falls. Well, let's go, Carl. We've got to keep trying. No luck here, either. Only nine more miles to Newton's Center, Jim. Yeah, maybe we're betting on a dead horse. It doesn't even look like they stopped it into these places for gas, Carl, we hit the jackpot. You mean they were in here? Yes, on September 26th. Well, that's a week after the car was stolen. That's right. The attendants said they lived somewhere in this immediate neighborhood. I think there's a way to find their exact address. Come on, let's drive into the nearest town before the store is closed. Just took a little walk, thought I'd leave you alone so you could make up your mind. About what? Your nephew. I knew it'd be hard for you to decide. You've made up your mind yet? Uh-huh. What did you decide? Don't see any way out but to kill him. Oh. But, Andy, I don't want you to do it. You're too old to start killing anyone now. Oh, I'm not going to. I call that young fellow green. He does that type of work, you know. I've heard he's a nice, polite young fellow. Yes. I'd like throwing a boy like that whatever work I can. This would be good experience for him, too. When did he say he'd be able to take care of it? We promised he'd be over later this evening. Oh, why? Did you mail those letters while you were out? Uh-huh. And I picked up this batch from the box. My goodness. Club is certainly growing. Are you getting a lot of money from this? I know, but that's not our money. It belongs to the members. It wouldn't be very honest of us to touch it. Well, I guess that's the young man who is going to take care of man nephew. Well, I'll go let him in. Thanks, Roy. Are you Mr. Green? No, I'm Mr. Taylor. Your name is Roy Lyons. That's right. How did you know? We're special agents of the FBI. We've got warrants here for the arrest of you and William O. Carwell. Yeah. See if Carwell has any place in the apartment. No, Andy. These men are from the FBI. Oh, looking for Billy? I'm looking for all of you. Now come along with me. Andy Spencer received a 50-year sentence for bank burglary, and Roy Lyons and Bill Caldwell received 25 years each. Once the two special agents of your FBI were able to determine in what vicinity the trio of bank burglars resided, they were able to use an earlier clue, the eyeglass case bearing the initial W-O-C. The optician in that particular neighborhood identified the eyeglass case as having been delivered to William O. Caldwell, and he's applied young Caldwell's address. Caldwell's subsequent confession closed the files on all three banked burglaries, and thus your FBI was able to prevent the further looting of banks in which you have your money deposited by this calculating trio. Tonight's case illustrates to what length the special agents of your FBI will go in protecting your property. For in this investigation, in a period of 72 hours, they interviewed not only every resident of Midland Falls, and that included every man, woman, and child, but also every farmer in the territory for six miles around Midland Falls, and then every gas station attendant along a main highway for a distance of 55 miles. That is hard work, but the special agents of your FBI have been trained to realize that the only way to investigate the crime is to do it thoroughly. And in almost every case, that means hard work, more hard work, and still more until the criminal is caught. In just a moment, we will tell you about next week's exciting case from the files of your FBI. Now one last word about business insurance. The reason why the equitable society emphasizes this type of insurance is very simple. 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Tonight, the music was composed and conducted by Frederick Steiner. The author was Jerry D. Lewis. Your narrator was William Woodson and special agent Taylor was played by Stacey Harris. This is your FBI is a Jerry Divine production. This is Larry Keating speaking for the equitable life insurance society of the United States and the equitable society's representative in your community at the same time. When the equitable life insurance society will bring you another thrilling story from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The gridiron swindle on this is your FBI. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.