 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. Now, tonight's story, the case of the assassin in the dark. And now, here is our star, David Bryan as Paul Garrett, Mr. District Attorney. A criminal is a cunning animal. He trains himself to break the law just as a District Attorney trains himself to enforce it. Each regards the other as an enemy, and enmity leads inevitably to violence. But violence is far from my mind the night this started. Harrington and I were driving home from the annual police frolics. What are you laughing at, Harrington? Oh, those cops. Pressed up like can-can girls in that chorus number. Do you ever see anything like it, Chief? They were very funny. And the commissioner, old stone face himself. I almost died when he did that imitation of that day, man. You know, why don't you come up and see me sometime? Oh, the commissioner's a good sport. Yeah, tonight. But like one of the boys goofed on an assignment tomorrow and, whoom, rue the roof. Oh, that's his job, Harrington. If things go wrong, he catches it from the mayor. Oh, speaking of the mayor, Chief, he's worried about you. About me? Why? I'll give it to you in two words. Johnny Gianetti. Oh, forget it. The parole board never should let him out. The parole board had no choice, Harrington. Gianetti served his minimum time. He's been a model prisoner for six years. He's entitled to a break. You mean you told the parole board that in your recommendations? Yes. For a guy who swore he'd get you the minute they put him on the streets? Harrington, I've heard the same thread a hundred times. From a hundred different men. Some of them are decent citizens today and I'm still alive. The mayor can change a lot in six years. Oh, sure. But someday one of them is going to hold on to his grudge, though. And Gianetti was the best candidate I ever saw. Forget it. I will be at your house instead of mine. Oops, sorry, Chief. Well, thanks for the ride, Harrington. See you at the office in the morning. Oh, uh, Chief. Yeah? Watch yourself, will you? No, I'll be fine. Good night, Harrington. Good night, Chief. That plug must be loose. See your shadow there in the corner. Now, who are you? Good boy, Mr. D. I've taken him so long. When did the doctor come out of it? Hannah, just take it easy, Miss Miller. There's nothing we can do but wait. They've been in surgery for two hours, yeah. One of the bullets is large right near the heart. Don't worry, though, the chief is in good condition. He's tough. Don't try to cheer me up when you don't believe it yourself. Miss Miller, I... I think I could talk to him for just a minute. He worked for a man for years. And your heart's all wrapped up anymore. You have to have pride and dignity because you're a girl and you could never say anything about it and do anything about it. I want to see him. That's for a minute. Is that too much to pray for? Miss Miller, I... Edith, listen to me. Even if we can see him later, whether the doctor thinks he has a chance or not, make sure of what you intend to do with Say. Why? If he doesn't even know I'm alive, except for being a secretary in the office. Oh, he knows you're alive. Oh, yes. Not the way I wanted to know it. You know how I feel about it. Yeah, yeah. But he doesn't. Suppose... Well, suppose you tell him. And later on, he's all right. What are you going to do then? Go back to the office and just work like nothing happened? I mean... You'd never care for me, don't you? No, no, no. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I didn't say that. People just... Well, they just can't afford love either. They can feel it inside, but they can't show it for fear of hurting. Someday, if he lives... Chief may run for a different kind of office. A mayor or a governor. Something safe that he can share with a woman. If you've got anything to say to a woman, that'd be the day to say it. Thank you. As long as I'm making speeches, I'll tell you something else. Maybe it'll help you understand. There was a time for two years when you first came to work for the chief. But I thought of quitting, asking a girl to marry him. I never knew that. You didn't, but you should have. You were the girl. Here, I can tell you. It's all right. It's all right. I got over it. Now, do me a favor, will you? Forget I have to talk to you. Okay? No. I'll never mention it, but I'll never forget it. I'll be all right now. That's all I wanted to... What is it? The doctor just came out of the surgeon. How is he, Doc? We have managed to remove the fourth balladar. Give it to us straight. And it's critical. If we can keep him alive for a few days, he's got a chance. About one chance in four. He's going to need transfusions of full blood every day, starting right now. I may be. We need typo. Then you can start with me. I'm typo. Good. Go down the hall and tell the nurse. She'll make the preparations. I'll have men from the staff check with you. Typing. And you can call any cop in the city as a donor. Good. We'll need him. Is that one of your men looking for you? This came in down there? Oh, oh, yeah. Are you going to eat? No. No, I still have a job to do. I'll keep in touch by phone. See you later. Oh, Jeff. Oh, there you are, Harrington. I was looking in the waiting rooms. How's the chief? Oh, but I swear to you, that's more of a chance than Jeanette is going to have. What have you found out? He got a job driving a laundry truck yesterday, the, uh, white flash laundry. We also got a statement from a woman who lives around the corner of Mr. Garrett's apartment. What? She couldn't sleep. She heard the shots. Seldar, there are a few other people. Well, her statement goes a little further than that, though. The shooting happened at 1.30. Yeah? About a half hour before that, when she couldn't fall asleep, she looked out her front window. The laundry truck parked in front of her house. When she heard the police cars after the shooting, she came out into the street. The truck was gone. Want an all-points pickup on Jeanette? Yes. And make it dead or alive. We'll play it whichever way he wants it. You guys want to see me? That's right. You own this laundry? Yeah. You come about the ad for Rootman? No, this is police business. You got a driver named Johnny Jeanette? The ad from what he'd done. Where is he? Where is he? Wish I knew. Wherever he is, that's where his root collections are, too, the bum. He worked one day and he doesn't show up this morning. I even had to go for the truck. You're a pretty trusting soul for one day. What's your name? Charlie Drake. I've seen this boy someplace before, Harrington. Yes, so have I. I don't think his name is Drake. Charlie Frisco in my book. Talk up, Charlie. You're one of the Frisco brothers, aren't you? That's Drake. Now I had to change the legal. Didn't you know Jeanette was an ex-con when you hired him? I don't think so much before you answer, Charlie. You might guess wrong. Jeanette, his first conviction was with one of your brothers. Okay, so I knew. I figured he wanted a chance to go straight, so I gave it to him. A bum. Did you report your truck missing when he didn't come in this morning with the root collections? No. Why not? I don't blow no police whistle. Watch Jeanette's address. Come on, come on. You picked the truck up there. Watch the address. 3120 Mason Street. May I use your phone? For a dime you can, copper. You get it. We won't need a squad down until he's on the run. Just the same. I want a stake out there and here. I always say it's the place. He had. He took it with him, Harrington. Yeah. Maybe he's gone to... What is it? Boys outside would have spotted him. I told him to keep under cover. That's going to be shown. I can see the room numbers in the dark hall. What's the matter? A cousin backed the office. There's no phone here, so I had to come out. Why? The police across the river saw him Johnny Junetti an hour ago. Where? Chief Hotel. He's dead. Dead? That's a note saying that the police would never get him as long as he'd had the pleasure of telling Mr. Garrett. The first time a killer ever saved us the trouble of finding him. Maybe he isn't the one who shot Mr. Garrett after all. He's the one, all right. How do you know? Lab reports. He goes through to our ballistics department in comparison. John Junetti killed himself with the same one that was used to shoot Mr. Garrett. That does it then? Yeah. Uh, what's the latest on the chief, Miss Miller? How is he? I called the hospital just before I came out. He's worse. He's in a coma. A man I couldn't see in the darkness had attempted to assassinate me in my own apartment. Harrington suspected and sought a man who was newly paroled from prison and had once threatened to kill me. But when the man was found, he was seemingly a suicide and had written a note of confession concerning the attempt on my life. For more than a week, I hovered between life and death. And then on the morning of the ninth day... Just a little more oxygen there. Well, how is he, Doc? The moment your complication is gone, his fever broke about an hour ago. It's just a question of bringing him around. Ha! You hear that, Miss Miller? Oh, yes. That transfusion you gave him right after we removed the burruch of the Great View. Well, now we're getting some places coming out of it. All right, nurse, take off the inhalator vascular. Mm-hmm. Hi, indeed. All right. Miss Miller. Well, there's nothing to cry about this now. Well, he's out of the woods now. You can stay about 15 minutes. Just don't tire him. Oh, we won't, Doc. We won't. Thanks. Thanks a lot. Don't mention it. I'll help you with that. I told Miss Miller, Chief, you were too tough to kill. Didn't I, Miss Miller? Yeah. Well, whoever did it tried hard enough. Oh, we know who did it. Who? Johnny Janetti. I warned you about him, Chief. You sure you're right. Oh, by his own confession. Written just before he killed himself with the same .38 he used on you. I guess he knew we'd get him sooner or later. Well, you wrote a confession. Yeah, that's right. He said... Come in. Darrington, can I... Oh, Mr. Garrett, you're all right. Well, I think Paul doing this well as can be expected, yeah. Sit down. Oh, thanks, Mr. Garrett, but I just stopped in for a second. I have to see Harrington about something. Can you step outside for a second, Harrington? Oh, yeah, yeah, sure. Secrets. Oh, no, no, just something personal. I'll be right back. Well, just don't stay with the Chief, Miss Miller. Talk to him! All right. Come on, Jeff. What's up? I just wrote into the emergency ward downstairs in an ambulance. A kid about 15 all cut up by a broken bottle. Uh-huh. He says a gang of hoodlums jumped him, beat him up and robbed him. Took $6 worth of nickels. What, is he a newsboy? No, a high school kid. Why so many nickels? He says he hit the jackpot in a slot machine on his way home from school. Where? Back room of a candy store near the school. A slot machine? That's what he said. You send anybody out there to look for the machine? The kid doesn't know the address of the store or the name of the owner. There are half a dozen places within two blocks of the school. Besides a back room, we need warrant. Well, get them. Go to Judge Bennett and get an order to search every place within a mile of there. That's the first slot machine in this county in five years. That's the first of a lot of things in five years, if you ask me. What do you mean by that? There's a mob moving and I can feel it. Get the warrants. Come back and pick me up. Okay. You got back just in time, Harrington. I just finished telling Mr. Garrett about... Yeah, I know. I heard. Jeanette, he saved the state a lot of trouble. What's wrong, Harrington? Oh, nothing. Not a thing, Chief. Everything's just fine. You better tell me, Harrington, because I haven't got something to tell you. Well, a kid's just been hired after hitting a slot machine. The whole county feels tight and restless like it's going to bust right over. Who's behind it? We don't know. Want me to tell you how to find out? Oh. Find the man who tried to kill me. What, it was Jeanette who tried? Yeah, it wasn't Johnny Jeanette. What he said? Left a written confession. Couldn't buy home. Don't you remember when we arrested him? He was an illiterate. He couldn't read or write. Hey, what's going on in here? Doctor, a problem has come up. That may put you right back where you started from. I ask you not to tire him or excite him. It's my fault, aren't I? Yeah, give me a wrist. Stop trying to sit up. Pulse us a way up. You'll have to leave. Oh, Doctor. Doctor, give me two minutes. Two minutes to outline a plan. From there on, if you'll cooperate with Hank, then he can handle it. I know you're not a fool, Mr. Garrett. So this must be important. All right. What do you want? You have a couple of chairs over here, and I'll tell you. What do you got on the whole table for, Charlie? Why can't I take a cue in place? Because I don't want you to, Puggan. You act like a dummy, so stand there and look like one, too. What do you think you're talking about? I'm talking to you. Look at that newspaper. Garrett's getting better. He knows it wasn't Jeanette of Gundam. But Jeanette, you make it good, but with him, you gotta louse it up. I'm not going to take a chance on you, Puggan. What's that supposed to mean? I can hire other guns to make sure nobody talks about me. If the heat comes on, you go out like a light. And as you pick up the job, you start it and finish it. No. It's a matter of your crazy. How do you think I'm going to do that? Great. You are. Come in here. You ever been a nurse? One of them things bounce up and hits in the head. Get Benny to forge some papers. Then go to a private nursing service and register. What for? He goes Puggan's going to need a nurse when he goes into the hospital tonight. You'll case Garrett's room, find out when he's alone in the sleep. And when the night nurse is off the floor. Then I'll get going, both of you. Let me finish my game. All right, Chief. Just a minute downstairs. Special request for room on the fifth floor. I just want to get away from the sound of street traffic. No, no, no. Not this, baby. Torpedo's spelled all over. This guy asked him to call a nursing agency, too. He wants his own nurse. He don't look that sick. That could mean something. You said for the night? Oh, yeah, yeah. You know what you have to do? Yeah. Is the doc okay? Definitely. He's got me bandaged up pretty good. Well, if you can't make it, yell right away. I will. Go ahead now, so I can put the lights on him. Good night, Chief. Good night. I'm good hunting. He's up and drunk. Oh, yeah. He had to keep going, didn't he? It'll after 1 a.m. Go ahead and get it done. Give me the getaway again. Sally's waiting in the parking lot with the car. Yeah. The fire escape outside Garrett's window. When you do the job, go down. We'll pick you up soon. I'm taking the elevator now. Go ahead. 514. Next is the last door on the left. All right. I see him a few minutes. He's dead, mister. I'm not going to miss. If you need any moves around the fire escape, don't go out. Let's kill him. He's fainted. Ah, good thing you didn't faint before you got that bad stuff with the pillars and got yourself in here. After that guy's nurse looked at you. Was she? What's that? A parking lot down behind the building. Get them up and take them in, Jeff. And on the way, pick up Fisco. You can't bring all the regular patients to move down to this wing. Yeah, let me give you a hand in another room down the hall. You didn't want to sleep here until he caught that torpedo out whoever he is. What can you do with more pleasant surroundings? Where did I ask you something personal? Hmm? Oh, go ahead. What's been going on lately? Between you and Miss Miller? I don't know what you mean. She's been looking at you strangely lately. I noticed it during visits. There's something about you puzzling. Oh, I guess the little private joke I played on her. I got a puzzle. Let's go in here. What kind of a joke? Well, very much. I'll tell you about it someday. You will, huh? Mm-hmm. I'll lie down. I'll call the doctor about to look at you. Well, Harrington, you don't want to tell me, do you? Oh, sure. Sometimes. Nothing important. Just a little joke. Oh, OK. It's your secret. I remember when I told you before. What? You're a very bad liar. Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. Good night, Harrington. Good night, Chief. He told her how he felt about her. Well, Harrington, I guess he thought I didn't know about something like that could be going on in my office without my sensing it. Faced with the incriminating testimony of Grace Brewster, Mr. Frisco and his three brothers entered pleas of guilty to conspiracy to commit murder, to counts, and accessories to murder, one count. They are serving sentences of 99 years each. For complicity, Grace Brewster is serving 20 years. 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. You have been listening to Mr. District Attorney, which has come to you through the worldwide facilities of the United States Armed Forces Radio and Television Service.