 Have you got that man here? You'll have to tell us, Mrs. Cedar. If he's here, I'll take you, all right. Now we can sit right here. There ought to be laws against a man like that. Marrying woman after woman, stealing their money. There are, Mrs. Cedar. He must be found and punished, Lieutenant. You understand? We'll do our best, Mrs. Cedar. You people out there on the other side of the wire in the audience room. May I have your attention, please? Thank you. My name is Cogger, Sergeant Pete Cogger. I'll explain the line of people. Each of the suspects you will see will be numbered. I'll call off the number, their name and charge. If you have any questions or identifications, please remember the number assigned to the prisoner as I call his name. At the end of each line, when I ask for questions or identifications, call off the number. If you're sure or not too sure of the suspect, have him held. The questions I ask these suspects immediately get a natural tone of voice, so they're not paid too much attention to their answers as they often lie. All right, bring on the line. Keep it moving, boys, over here at the end of the stage. That's right, right over here. Step it up. Turn all of you and face the screen. That's right, stand still, keep your hands at your sides. And you answer my questions, sing out, the people on the other side of the screen want to hear you. All right, number one, James Franklin, the salt with a deadly weapon. Step right up there, Jim. That's it. Where do you live, Jim? Bremerton. Talk up, Jim. Where do you live? I said Bremerton. Where'd you sleep last? Somewhere's on a road. Keep your head up, Jim, look at the screen. How long have you been in town? Just got in. Didn't waste any time getting picked up? So I was picked up. How many weapons? Yeah. What kind? Gun. What kind of gun? Pistol. 32 Colts. Blue steel or nickel plate? Steel. Where'd you get it? Round. Where? Somewhere's around. Do you use it? The guy's in a hospital, innit? A critical list. Oh, I used it. Why? You shouldn't have held out on me. You got all the money, Ed. One lousy buck. That's all he had. I thought he was holding out on me. One lousy buck. Not even enough for a good hotel room. Don't worry, we'll give you a place to stay. All right, slide down. Number two, Charles the Professor Grumpton. Drunk in disorderly. Step right up, Charlie. I'd leave you lighted. I just... Sound happy tonight, Charlie? Why not, sir? I'd back among friends again. This is the 39th time you've been up here, Charlie. You promised to stay out of trouble the last time. That's indeed I have, sir. That's not what it says here. Those charges, sir, are the base canards. Professor Charles Grumpton may have on occasion imbibed you freely of the grape, but disorderly. Never. They threw you out of Joe's bar last night, Charlie. Well, there are gentlemen's disagreements concerning the amount of the tap. Joe says you tossed an empty beer bottle through his plate glass window. Grotesque activation. I was merely the victim of superstition. How did that make it? Well, while endeavoring to enhance the flavor of the beer, I spilled some salt. Actually, I talked the picture on my shoulder. I realized too late that the window was dry. The salt smacked at the bits. How could a pinch of salt break a big window like that, Charlie? Well, obviously, sir, the glass was of inferior quality. Okay, Charlie, move down. Number three, Harvey Davenport, Grand Theft Auto. Step right up there, Harvey. Face the screen. Where do you live, Harvey? I ain't talking, Papa. Where do you live? I told you I ain't talking. You talk pretty fast at the car, dealers. Yeah, what a sucker he was. He was the sucker? Yeah. How come you wound up here? I ain't talking, Papa. How's he, mate? Yeah. I wonder if it'll ever stop snowing. Fresh air. Better stop. Oh, you said... What's your time, bed? There you are. It's, uh, the last two words. Well, I get home. It's late shifts killing me. A two-eleven at House and Bain Street. A two-eleven at House and Bain Street. I haven't said ten words. Not on your mind? Yeah. Charlotte Evans. What made you think I heard? Weather, I guess. Same kind of night. Over a year ago, wasn't it? January 3rd, 1952. Oh, fill me in, will you? I wasn't working homicide, man. There's nothing much to it. He was a young kid, stormy night like this, deserted streets. She was coming home alone. Found her the next morning, buried in a drift, throat cut. Never got anywhere with it? No, no witnesses, no motives, nothing. Just a young kid buried in a smoker, with a throat cut. Period. Card 23A, call your station. That's what Dr. Gorson said. Call your station. Get them all, Ben. Yeah, I know. That's what you like to. Call 32B, investigate missing persons report. 6720 Hartford, Dorothy Shelton. What time would you pick me up? Card 32B, investigate a missing persons report. It's 6720 Hartford, Dorothy Shelton. This is 13K Guthrie. What's the dope on the missing persons assignment to 32B? Hold on 13K, we'll check. It's got your steam, Ben. That address on Hartford. What about it? Well, it's just... Card 13K, on that missing persons report. Closed in at 2.17 AM this date. Name Dorothy Shelton. 21, single, Caucasian. Recorded missing since 7.45 PM by Father Thomas. Want the description? That'll hold me thanks. Wanna take a ride, Peter? 6720 Hartford? Yeah. Why? It's a block and a half from where Charlotte Evans was killed. There's 32B, Ben. Just pulled up. Yeah. Lieutenant Guthrie? That's right. Officer Randall, car 32B. We've got an amended flash on that missing persons investigation. Said you'd take over. Yeah, crew's the neighborhood, Randall. All night restaurants, drugstores. Find out if anyone's seen the Shelton girl. I'll check with you when we get through here. Right, Lieutenant. Come on, Peter. Here is a lousy night. Yeah. Uh, yes? Uh, Mr. Shelton? Yes. I'm Lieutenant Guthrie. This is Sergeant Carger with police officers. Oh, please? We found her in Dorothy, and she's all right. Uh, no. We haven't found her yet, Mr. Shelton. Oh. Well, I thought perhaps you... We'd like to get some details from you, please. Oh, yes, of course. Come in. Thanks. Thank you. In here, please. I'm sorry I was so insistent about this, Lieutenant. I know you don't usually do anything for at least 24 hours, but... But I know that something's happened to Dorothy. What makes you think so, Mr. Shelton? Well, I know my daughter. She'd never do anything like this. She'd be so late and not call or anything. She knows how I worry about her. There's just the two of us here, you see. And she's been missing since 7.45 last night? That's right. At least that's the time she left school. Now, what school is that, Mr. Shelton? The Gruyer Art School on Madison Avenue. She goes there on Tuesday and Friday nights. Anyone leave with her? Well, I asked the school that, and they said no. Oh, oh. Is that her picture over there on the desk? Yes. Yes, that's she. Beautiful girl. She is. She's a wonderful girl, too. What's going to happen to her? Could we borrow that photograph, please? Well, it could cause anything. This is the only one I have, like it. So, you'd be careful. Oh, certainly. We'll return it tomorrow. Just want to have some copies run off. Dorothy, could you be... I'll be right back. What do you think, man? Hard to tell. It'd be routine. Love affair, running away from responsibility, happens every day. Yeah. Well, you don't think so, huh? Well... So rare, Dorothy. Who wants to talk to you, Lieutenant? Oh, thanks, Mr. Shulman. What's up, Randall? Well, I'd better tell you first, Lieutenant. We've got a flash in Dorothy Shelton. Dead? Yeah. Where? Two blocks over on Paulson Avenue. She was in a snowdrift, throat cut. Oh, come in, Pete. Anything new, Ben? Ah, stop snowing. Huh? That's all, huh? Just about. Dorothy Shelton left the Gruyer Art School around 745, all right? Got on a street cart Madison Fulton at 803. Got off at Paulson and Hark for two blocks from home, buddy. 57. Those times exact? Motormen says they are. Snowplows had been through a couple of minutes before. Car was traveling on schedule. Mm-hmm. Did the motorman know her? He remembered her by that bright plaid scarf she was wearing. Oh. She started up the street alone. That's the last anyone saw her until 2.43 a.m. Except the guy'll kill her. Yeah. How about that woman who found her? Nothing there. She's driving home with her husband and a couple of friends. Headlights picked up the body when they turned into drive lights. Want some coffee? No, no, no. There's something to keep me awake. Mind if I come in, gentlemen? No, make yourself at home, Doc. Looks like you're holding awake. We are. Want some coffee? No, thanks. Dorothy Shelton? Mm-hmm. That's right. Mm-hmm. Can I include Doc Gorson among the mourners? Who are you? I knew it was going to happen. That's an interesting statement. What do you mean, Doc? Remember Charlotte Evans? Yeah. Same man killed both girls. Well, how do you know? Look, it's a classic example of compulsive homicidal mania. It's all right here. No. This is practically a book, Doc. What a time for me. Okay. Two crimes virtually identical. The victim's a young, slight girl cause of death or slashed throat. Circumstances are snowstorm. Girl walking home alone at night from a speed car. Same time, same neighborhood. Same lack of obvious motive. All adds up to one thing. You're after a repetitive, psychopathic job. Well, there have been a lot of snowstorms the past. You're plenty of young girls out on the streets alone. How come he hasn't hit again before this? Hmm, must have been something special about those two storms. I don't know what it is, your job to find out. You'd better get that guy. Given the same conditions, a similar circumstance, he's going to kill again. Hi, Brad. Pete, hi. How you doing, Coyne? Yeah, two squads busy making a house to house. Come up with anything? Yeah, frostbite. Man, that's cold. Nothing on Dorothy Shelfman? And if they hadn't found her in that drift, I'd swear she'd never get off that streetcar. Well, somebody must have seen her. Keep checking. Sure. Going inside those houses, I get a chance to get warm. I'll see you later, Coyne. Right, Coyne. Well, that's a big help. Yeah. Think you'd come up with anything? Somebody had to see her. Or the guy who killed her. Maybe not. Well, somebody had to. Oh, letting this thing ride you pretty hard, Ben. Remember what Dr. Garson said? Sure. How much sleep you had the last four days? How much have you had? Okay. What do I do now? Let's stop at this restaurant. Great, great. I can use some coffee. That's a little help. Feels good in here. Yeah, but it gives you a chill. Hi, Dallas. What'll it be? See, what kind of pie you got? Better take the apple. Okay. Yeah, me too. Coffee all the way around? Yep. Guess I didn't have to ask, not in weather like this. We sure been doing the land office business in Cough. Making up for the storm? You ain't kidding. Here's a pie. Oh, thanks. This was the loneliest place this side of Siberia during that visit. I'll get the coffee. Nobody came in, huh? Brother, it wasn't for the snow plowman coming in. I could have froze to death in here and nobody'd found me for days. They're like that shelter girl. Hey, how else had done a thing like that? Brother. Yeah. Too bad nobody saw him. Who could have seen him? Nobody was out in him's streets. It didn't have to be. Well, you'd still think somebody would have seen him. Not a chance. I was talking to Joe Travers about it. He said there was nobody on them streets. Now who's Joe Travers? Guy lives around here. He was driving one of the snow plows that night. They put him on his extra help, you know. Uh, lives around here, does he? Yeah, over at the Clary's Hotel. He says he didn't see nobody out on them streets and he ought to know. Yeah, I guess. That's true, Pete. Huh? You through? Oh, sure. Hey, you didn't finish your pie. Something wrong? No, just in the hurry. Mr. Travers? Well, that's me. We're police officers. Could we talk to you for a minute, please? Sure, come on in. Thanks. Need a workout. Knock them sniffles. Yeah. Now, excuse how the joint looks. I've been working out with the weights. Yeah, I can see. Keeping shape that way two hours a day really builds the guy up. Yeah, I'll bet. Say, I still got ten minutes to go. You mind if I work out while we're talking? No, no. Go right ahead. All right. What'd I do, officer? Forget to pay a parking ticket to Slutton? Oh, nothing like that. We're investigating the murder of Dorothy Shelton. Yeah, I read about that. Real tough. Ah, pretty good, huh? Lace 200 pounds. Stakes muscle, boy. Oh, bad. You were driving a snow plow the night she was killed, weren't you, Travers? Yeah, that's right. I'm on the extra list. Ah, you, uh... You covered this neighborhood? Yeah. Do you happen to see Dorothy Shelton? No. See anybody at all on the streets? Not a couple of people, not her, though. How do you know? No, all of them in. Watch her. Get down on one knee now. Do you notice anything peculiar about anything? Not too busy driving. Do you notice anything peculiar about any of them? No. Now watch. I straighten that press over here. That's really doing it, huh? We're trying to get some information, Travers. Not sure. Told you everything I knew. Guy could have committed murder a foot away in that storm. You wouldn't know the difference. I don't think you guys got a chance. I'm sure you're right. I'm sure you're right. I'm sure you're right. I'm sure you're right. I'm sure you're right. I'm sure you're right. I'm sure you're right. I don't think you guys got a chance. We're gonna try. Well, jump around again sometime. Watch me work out. I'm in the Mr. America contest next summer. How do you think I'd be, Mr. America, huh? Yes, great. Check on those number two flowers, boys. Give me a report by five. Got a big one coming up. Forget the extra list. That'll hold for 24 hours. Pardon me. You still contending Saunders? That's me. I'm Lieutenant Guthrie. Oh, yeah. Glad to know you, Guthrie. Let's go to the office. Can't hear yourself thinking out there. Sure. That's better. Thanks. Sit down. Thanks. That's better. Sit down. Thanks. You said over the phone you wanted some dope on our street maintenance setup. Your snow plow operation is the one I'm interested in. A couple more hours, you can see it working. It's a dilly of a storm heading our way. Uh, what do you do about the side streets when they're heads? Nothing. Well, you clear them, don't you? Not usually. You only have a limited amount of equipment and personnel. Main traffic arteries have to be cleared first. You don't clear the side streets at all? Oh, that's in a while. Depends on how long the storm lasts, how quick we can clean up the main streets. What about the last one? Yeah, we had some details on side streets toward the tail end. What about the neighborhood around Paulson and Hartford? Hard to remember. I don't think so, but let's take a look. Okay. And let's see. Paulson and Hartford. Yeah, we did send one unit in there on the last night. Did you ever send any in there before? Yeah, January 3rd last year. Medium rotary plow, same type of use this year. Well, tell me, uh, any idea who drove it? Same man who was on it this year. An extra, name of Joe Travis. Communications all set, men? Yeah, Captain Waldo's holding an emergency. Communications all set, men? Yeah, Captain Waldo's holding frequency four open for us. There'll be a straight two-way radio between the cars. How many cars do we use? Two, ours and Klein's. Three square blocks to cover, two cars? Yeah, can't be helped. Even two's pretty risky. Yeah, I guess. Klein? Yeah, but... A policewoman get here yet? Sergeant Barnes, yeah, she's here. Send her in. And, uh, see if we can get Superintendent Saunders at Street Maintenance. Right then. Wonder how she's been doing? Yeah, we'll find out. Think it's gonna work? Got Gorsund, does. Take his word for it. We have to. Hello, Lieutenant. Well, come in, Sergeant. Hello, Pete Carger. How are you, Sergeant? Fine, thanks. Let's sit down. Well, how's it been going? Pretty well, I think. You've met Travis? It wasn't too difficult. I've had the apartment next to his for four days now. How's he been reacting? Pretty queer duck. Doesn't seem to have much interest in women. And at times I've seen a look in his eye that... Well, I know how Dorothy Shelton and... Charlotte Evans must have felt. Now, you've been taking the same streetcar home every night? Yeah, that's right. I get off at Paulson Street exactly 8.57. Travis, no? I've invited him to meet me there. He hasn't taken me up yet. But he knows the time. He's gonna take you up, Sergeant. Oh, when? Tonight. Anything special you want me to do? Just get off the car at the regular time. Make sure the street's deserted. If anyone's around, fix a broken shoelace or something, do like on. Then start walking up Paulson toward the Claridge Hotel. We'll handle the rest. Okay. Anything else? That's it. All right. See you later tonight. She'll do. Yeah. Now, here's the diagram of the location. Client's car will be here on Paulson. Halfway between the car line and the hotels. Stick out like I saw a thumb, won't it? Oh, it's buried in a drift and looks like a park job caught by the storm. What about mobility? We handle that. We park here. The alley on the next block. Client keeps us posted. When Travis makes his move, we make ours. Sounds okay. It better be. Guthrie. Saunders, Lieutenant. I've assigned the medium roadway to the Paulson Hartford area. Travis driving. How'd you take the assignment? Jumped at it. That suspicious? No reason to be. Fifth night of the storm, main artery's cleared. Same conditions as last time. Yeah. Well, thanks for the assist, Saunders. Forget it. Just let me know how you make out. All set? Yep. What time we get there? 8.30. Only five now. Yeah. Gonna be a long three and a half hours. Really getting cold. Yeah. Storm's not letting up any. Almost time, isn't it? Yeah. 8.55. A couple more minutes. The streetcar's on time. The car will be there. You're wondering about Travis? No. Thought he'd be around by now. Might be a couple blocks over. Storm like this, even a cloud hasn't moved too fast. I guess not. Tough having to do it this way. No other way. No evidence. Glein. Yeah, man. Any sign of that snow, Pal? Nothing. You? Not yet. How's the street? Empty. Has been for a half hour. Getting pretty close now. It's 8.56. Think Travis is doping off? I doubt it. He's probably... Ben, pal's coming down the street. He's coming down the street now, Glein. Away he's heading. Probably go around the block to Paulson, come up behind him. Give us the working time. I'll have to. I'm snowed in tight. Couldn't get out of here with a blowtorch. You'll have to handle it. We will. Here he comes. Yeah. Hit the spotters. The only chance is when he passes them off at this alley. He's starting to pass it. What do you think? Hard to tell. Probably not. He's got things on his mind. Yeah. Do you recognize him? No, Storm's too heavy. It's him, though. It has to be. What's the time? It's... 20 seconds past 8.57. Where's that street car? It'll get there. Hey, Ben. Yeah, Glein? The street car's stopping at the corner. Doesn't look like anyone's getting off, though. What's that mean? Just stopping there, Ben. Can't see what's going on from here. Oh, wait. Somebody's getting off now. Can you tell if it's Barnes? Not from here. Looks like a woman, though. Walking this way alone. Yeah. Yeah, it's a woman. Must be Barnes. Hit the starter, Pete. Yeah, sure. What about the snow plow? No sign of it yet. She's walking pretty slow, giving him plenty of time to make it. What's the matter with that thing? I don't know. She won't catch. Well, keep it going. She's almost at the first corner, Ben. Still no sign. Oh, yeah. Yeah, there's a plow. Coming off the car tracks and turning up Paul's snap. You better get going. Come on, Pete. I'm trying. She's crossed the street. It won't be long now. Looks from here. We'll catch up to her in the middle of the block. Well, what's wrong with it? Can't tell. The motor's warm enough. I hope you're moving, Ben. Travis is only a couple of yards behind it now. I like to have my hands on Craig with that garage. He stopped the plow starting to get up. Where are you, Ben? I'm getting out, Pete. I'll try to... Hang on, Ben. Come on, Ben. He's moving up towards starting to run. Come on, give it a go. There he is. Got a knife, Ben. Hold it, Travis! What the... By the devil did you go for it? Cut it pretty thin, didn't you, Lieutenant? Yeah. Looks like it, Barnes. You okay? Sure, but let's get out of this storm. Not helping you cold, Annie. Your attention, please. You people out there on the other side of the wire in the audience room. May I have your attention, please? Thank you. My name is Cogger, Sergeant Pete Cogger. I'll explain the lineup to you. Each of the suspects you will see will be numbered. I'll call off a number of the name in charge. If you have any questions or identifications, please remember the number assigned to the prisoner as I call his name. At the end of each line, when I ask for questions or identifications, call out the number. If you're sure or not too sure of the suspect, have him held. The officers who took your name will assist you, they're seated among you. Please be prompt with your questions or identifications. When the prisoners leave here, they're sent to the washroom and dressed back into the jail clothes. It makes it quite difficult to bring them back after they leave here. Other questions I ask these suspects are merely to get a natural sonar voice, so they're not to pay too much attention to their actual voice.