 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 now, tonight's story, the case of the wounded killer. And now, here is our star, David Bryan as Paul Garrett, Mr. District Attorney. A district attorney knows that there are two kinds of men, those who obey the law and those who break it. This case started with both kinds, in a doctor's office in a residential district on the outskirts of town, shortly after midnight. Oh, dark it hurts. I'm afraid it's going to hurt more, Jim, unless your father lets me put you under. How about it, Mr. Larson? No. I gotta get him out of here as soon as you finish. All right. You know, I have to probe for that bullet and stop talking and go ahead and probe. Grip the sides of the table, Jim. Yeah, I'm gripping it. Go ahead. All right, now I've got it. Can you hand me those compressors, please, Mr. Larson? Now, plug this for now to stop the blood. You'll have to come back tomorrow for a new dressing, Jim. Ain't subsiding any now? Yeah, it's a little better. All right, push that roll of tape over here. Sorry we had to get you out of bed, Dr. That's what I'm here for. Now then, I'll give you a shot of penicillin to combat infection. You better have a shot a day for the next three days to play safe, Jim, and stay off that leg. All right, you can help me get dressed, Mr. Larson. Okay. Come on, Jim. Yeah. Just let me get this up. Now then, you'd better give me the whole story, Mr. Larson. I did tell you. Just a simple accident, and I was cleaning a gun. Where and at what time? What do you have to know all that for? The police always want detailed information whenever a doctor shoots a gunshot wound, Jim. You're not going to report this to the police. Oh, yes I am, Mr. Larson, the law requires it. All right. Don't get excited, Dad. Doc's known up for years. You understand we don't want a lot of fuss about nothing? After all, it was an accident. Doc. Yes, Jim? My father didn't do that. And it was no accident. I was just beginning to realize that. Don't pick up that phone, Doc. Holding that gun on me isn't going to change the law, Mr. Larson. Better change your mind, Doc. Take the money and forget it. No! You'd better make sure he's dead. He's dead, all right. We might as well be one if the two killings is one. I'd have found out about the stockyard guard if I let him make that call. We'd better get out of here. Yeah. We're going to have to take care of that lager, so... we can't risk going to another doctor yet. Put your arm around me. All right, all right. Go ahead. You say the doctor's nurse found the body, Larson? Yeah, that's right, Jim. She's in this waiting room. Uh, Miss... Miss Mike Brown. This is Mr. Garrett, the district attorney. Hello. Since she found the body this morning when she came to work, I asked her the stains that you got. Would you mind waiting a little longer? Stay as long as you need me. Thank you. Where's the body, Heinz? In the doctor's office across the hall. I've been keeping the office closed off. Nobody's been in here with the lab crew. How about the medical examiner? He's on his way. Find a bit of blood on this examination table, Heinz. Yeah, I, uh, I wondered about that myself. At least one tray, surgical dressings inside the table. Epidermic needle. Looks like an antibiotic. You don't suppose the doctor could have been trying to treat his own wounds? Away he's shot. I'd say he probably died in a matter of seconds. Not time enough for this. Besides, the body is eight feet away from the table. And that must be somebody else's blood, then. Medical examiner can check it by type when he gets here. And I have a few things I want to ask Ms. Blackburn. Can you use some help from you now, Ms. Blackburn? I'll tell you anything I can. Will you come across the hall of the office for a moment, please? You didn't leave the office this way last night, did you? No. Everything was put away. There was a fresh pad and sheet on the examination table. Was the doctor expecting any patient after you left? No. He said he was going to bed early. He's returned in at nine. The doctor catches his teeth when he can. Oh, we checked the bedroom sheet. His bed had been slept in. And you see what he's wearing. Rolled in pajamas. Oh, it's up to him. I think you'd better go home now, Ms. Blackburn. If we need any more information, we can reach you there. Thank you. Tell the sergeant outside I want one of the men to drive you home in a squad car. Thanks. Well, that settles one thing, Harrington. Dr. Hammett treated an unexpected patient last night. Somebody who got him out of bed accepted his health and then killed him. Yeah. But why? Well, there's only one reason I can think of. To keep him from calling the police. Look at the instrument that we use. Yeah. A probe. Yeah, he'd use that digging for a bullet. I know. Had a few dug out myself. What are you looking around for? A trash container. Oh, right there next to the instrument cabinet. Some stuff in here, all right? Yeah, dump it out on this newspaper. Surgical gloves. Blood stains. Hey, what's that? A sleeve torn from a blue damaged shirt. It's been ripped off to bind the wound before the patient was brought here. Must have been some wound. That thing is soaked. Just send guards around carefully. Use a pencil. There. There it is. Hey, that's a rifle, Slug Chief. Looks like a 30-30 silver tip. A lab boy said the dog we shot with a revolver. Probably a 38 police special. The man that Dr. treated was shot someplace else by somebody else. Both wounds wouldn't be from the same gun. You mean the fellow we're after was in a gunfight before he came here? That's the way it shapes up, Hankton. Using all that blood, he couldn't have come far alone. Sanchez Ari had somebody with him helping him. Yeah, that means we've got two men to look for. Yes. A medical examiner will be able to supply us with the wounded man's blood type. I'm going to send this rifle, Slug, and whatever he digs out of the doctor through ballistics. While we're back at the office waiting for it, I want to check on something else. Every police report involving gunplay that took place within 100 miles of this city last night. Hello, Harrington. Is this lab report? Yep. Just finished. You better take them right in. Mr. Garrett's waiting for it. How about the shooting report? Nothing yet from the county. We're waiting for outside teleports. Masterson will bring them up as soon as he gets anything. Okay. Lab report, chief. The man the doctor treated was blood type A. How about the ballistics? In a slug we found in the container with a 30-30 silver tip, all right? And the lab was right about the gun that killed Dr. Hammett. 38 police specials. Any distinctive markings on the bullet's plenty? They said they'll have no trouble matching them up with the guns they came from if we find the guns. We'll find them all right. Get these. Mr. Garrett. Yes, Ms. Miller? This just came in on the teletide. It's from David Corkin, the district attorney of Robling County. Oh. Yeah, what is it, chief? The shooting happened early last night. A guard from the stockyard near their railroad terminal was shot and killed. The body was found less than an hour ago in a cattle pen. Robling County stockyards. Yeah, 70 miles from here. Think it could tie in with our case? Get a car. We're going to find out. Have radio division contact the Robling County Sheriff's Office, Ms. Miller. Ask them to notify Dave Corkin when I'm on my way up to meet him. Yes, sir. Hello, Dave. Oh, hello, Paul. Good to see you. You know my assistant, Hyten. Yeah, sure. Glad to see you again, Mr. Corkin. What about this killing, Dave? Well, this man was a special guard. The cattle were unloaded at this terminal when they come in from the shippers. Quite a few had been stolen in the past couple of months. I see. That's why the dead man was hired to try and stop it. Incidentally, what's your interest in the case? Well, both of us may be after the same killer. Dr. Mike County was murdered last night after treating a gunshot wound. You know the caliber of the gun that killed a guard? Yes, yes. It was a 38 police special. That's pitch key. A lot of 38 police specials in circulation. We can have the slugs matched by ballistics to make sure of it, but you won't have to wait that long to be pretty certain if we can tie in one other thing. What? What kind of a weapon was your guard armed with? A rifle. And you get a chance to use it? Yeah. If I had one shot, it would have killed them. I knew the doctor had been killed after treating a wound. The caliber of the guard's rifle matches the caliber of the slug we found in the doctor's office. We're in this together. What caliber rifle are you looking for, Paul? A 30-30. Well, then we're in this together. That's what it was. A doctor in my county had been murdered. The same gun that killed him had been used the same night in the murder of a guard at a railroad terminal stockyard 70 miles away. We turned our ballistics findings over to Korkin's lab men. On the way back to town, Harrington and I got a scientific verification of our suspicions by shortwave radio. Korkin's lab men had matched the bullets. It didn't take the lab boys long to compare those slugs, did it? It never does. They're a good crew. Yep. The test firing slug they got from the guard's rifle was a perfect match for the slug Dr. Hammett removed from that patient we're looking for. We're not only looking for him. We're going to find him. Whoever was with him. Yeah, and something else. You were right about it being more than one man. A man who got hit wouldn't be in any condition to drive 70 miles all by his lonesome, especially in a truck. Well, 70 miles to get to a doctor. Yeah, pretty long haul with a fat wound. Yes, and it answers the question I've had in mind. I wonder why they didn't tie the doctor up and leave him instead of killing him. I would have given him time to get away before he could make a report to the police. What are you figuring, Chief? I had to kill Dr. Hammett to provide positive identification because they knew him and he knew them. I don't follow you on that. Now, look, Harrington, Dr. Hammett's house is in the suburbs and on the side street, away from the direct routes into the city center. Uh-huh. It wouldn't be easy to locate in the middle of the night unless you knew just where it was. Not only that, the killers pass through another city and a half a dozen small towns to get there. They could have gotten to a hundred other doctors more easily than they got to Dr. Hammett and a lot sooner. Yeah. Let me ask you something, Harrington. If you were shot and you wanted to keep it off the record but you had to be treated, what would you do? Well, uh, I'd go to my own family doctor, of course, and hope that I could talk him out of making a report. I see what you mean now. The men we're after must live in or near the area of Dr. Hammett's office. Yes. And we can narrow it quite a bit more than that. How? They were stealing cattle. Yeah. Would you know what to do with stolen cattle? Where would you take them? What use would they be to you? Well, none unless I... Go ahead. Well, unless I happen to be a butcher or a meat wholesaler, somebody in the meat business. All right. And those are the people we're going to check. Here are today's reports from the playing-close squad. Anything? No, they've checked every possible place, even places where hides are sold after slaughtering. There's no trace of the hide brands Mr. Corkin gave us from previous cattle theft. Well, none that I accounted for by regular shipment, I mean. Nothing from the doctor's either. No. The man we're after had a very bad wound. He's taking a big chance if he isn't having a chest and a cad for him. He's taking a bigger chance by going to another doctor the way we've canvassed him. Yes, I guess you're right. Hi, Miss Miller. Hi. Hi, Chief. Phew! I've been in and out of so many cold storage boxes in the last two days, my blood is beginning to wonder if I'm a snowman. No luck? Nothing but government inspected meat, all sealed and stamped. Another day and I'll be ready for a hook myself. I must have walked up... I'll get it, Mr. Garrett. This is your attorney's office. Oh, yes, Mrs. Carmen. When? Oh, I see, your husband's store. Yes. Might very well be. I'll tell him right away. Thank you. Look, Mrs. Carmen, Mr. Garrett, she's a policewoman in the juvenile squad. Yeah? Her husband's a drugist. Works at the all-night farm. See, it's up in the night. From midnight until eight. He had some trouble with the customer last night. What kind of trouble? A man came in and bought a vial of penicillin. Then he wanted a hypodermic needle for administering it. Mr. Clymer told him he couldn't sell it to him without a doctor's prescription. A man tried to bribe him. When that didn't work, he got mad. Clymer told him to see a doctor and come back, but he stopped out. That could be something, Chief. It certainly could. Did Mr. Clymer know the man? Yes, his name's Larson. He just opened a small business a few blocks away from the drug store. What kind of a business? He shouldn't know. Yeah, I can tell you, Chief. Here on my list, Larson and Son. What are they dealing? Hand meat. Pick up a search warrant and let's go. We're not going to be able to identify any of this stuff, Chief. Not without the height. I know. You tell Jeff to notify the Merchant's Protection Service that we're in here on a warrant. Yeah. The door shaker will know about it when he makes his rounds. Hey, he's been instructed not to notify the Larson. Good. Watch out back. Oh, small cattle pen. Nothing in it, though. I looked over the pens when we were coming around the place. Now, let's go out and make sure. Hey, I see. Uh-huh. One of those vats. Waste, I guess. Excess fats. Probably sell it to some rendering plant for soap and other byproducts. Let's go back into the plant office and see if we can find their home address. I'll give you a ten to one. I can tell you what neighborhood it will be in. I'll make a 20 if you pick any neighborhood but Dr. Hemmets. I'll take the debt. You take the filing, Kevin. We'll be calling here now. You think Larson is wise? Hmm. Might be for us. Oh, yes, Miss Miller. What is it? I thought I'd better call you. A report came through from burglar reservation. It happened 20 minutes ago. What is it? Somebody broke into a drugstore. Told a tray of antibiotics and a hypodermic kit. Thanks. Talk to you later. One of the Larson's must be in bad shape, Hankan. Find that address. Burn it up. This attic is always high. No. I'd feel better. Getting worse. You said your leg wasn't hurting anymore. No, but I'm swollen. What gift? To get the benefit of it. Yeah, yeah, but I don't know what to do with it. I'm not a doctor. Oh, and take me to one. Put the both of us in the electric chair. Get the car. Drive me out of the state someplace. To some mountain area. Or we can say we've been hunting. All right. All right. I'll get the... Yeah. Right out front. Yeah, let me kill that life. Who could it be? You've been telling everybody not to come. How do I know who it can be? Who is it's the police? There's no way the police could know anything. And I'd better go down and answer. And don't you move around up here. I can hear it all over the house when you do. Make sure that ladder doesn't leave any marks on the rug when you move it. Don't tell me what to do. Just don't move up here. And push the cover back in place after me. Wait a minute. What are you trying to do? Break the door down? From the time it took you to answer it looked like that was what you wanted us to do. I was busy. Who are you anyway? What do you want? My name is Gareth, Mr. Larson. I'm the district attorney. Mind if we come in? Yes, I mind. That case is a warrant. What's this all about? I forgot to answer a parking ticket or something. Or something. You took a long time answering the door. I was fixing the light out in the kitchen. I yelled the first time you knocked. Wait a minute. We didn't hear you the first time. Look, what do you want? Why don't you get to the point? All right, Mr. Larson, do you want a gun? Shotgun. A duck hunting. You want to see it? No, I'd rather see a 38 police special. I never owned one. That's funny. There's a permit for one in your office filed. Just before you let us in, I heard a door open and close in here. These are all open archways leading to the other rooms. There's a closet there, Hindon. Just a ladder crammed in against everything. Is that what you were putting away? I told John I was fixing the light out in the kitchen, so I used the ladder. Yeah. What about it? Where's your son, Mr. Larson? Out of town. What do you want the ladder for? To take a look through that attic transom in the corner. There's nothing up there. We'll just take a look anyhow. If your son is up there, Larson, you'd better tell him not to do this the hard way. He isn't there, I told you. All right, Hindon. Did he hit you? No, I'll hit him if he tries to come up again. I'll kill him. Move out to the room where I can see you. You can't get out of that attic and you know it. No, but I can bore the head off anybody who tries to come up after me. I'll see them before they see me. We don't have to come up to take him, Mr. We can rake every foot of the attic with gunfire. That's just a sample. We can turn the ceiling of this room into a sieve and you're with it. You'd better get down here with your father while you've still got a chance. Come on down, Jim. I'm down and they'll kill you. Well, how about it? My leg's pretty bad. You'll have me help you. Just to keep it friendly. Open that transom all the way and throw your gun down first. All right, Hindon. Come on. Slide down. Grab my shoulder. Nothing's been done for it. Three days. What do you want, sympathy? I wish you had this instead of me. You know, I did. There's one thing you could count on. I wouldn't kill the man who could fix it for me. As it is, we're going to do more for you than you did for him. What? Call an ambulance. Jim Larson did not live long enough to be brought to trial. The neglected leg wound resulted in gangrene infection and he died in prison hospital. His father, Robert Larson, was tried and convicted on a charge of murder in the first degree. The death sentence was mandatory.