 Vester, destruct attorney, champion of the people, defender of truth, guarding of our fundamental rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. We never began. Chili John, should we go inside with the others? Not yet, Molly. Leave me that last part again. My goodness, I'll have the newspaper worn out. You mean where it tells about us? Please. I could read it myself, but my grasp caught it. Well, first it tells about how Dr. Harold founded Maple Lodge here. You know, for older people. Oh, he was a wonderful man, Molly. I know. Then it goes on to tell about his death. And Mr. Faye. Yes, that's part right here. Attorney said later today that because Dr. Dennis left no will, Maple Lodge becomes the property of his nephew, Gerald Faye of Chicago. He's not even a doctor? It doesn't say, John, just that he is now blessed to continue the Lodge as before. Does it mention this woman he brought with him? Miss Mills? No, no, it doesn't. Mrs. Benson says she's pretty. Well, I wouldn't say pretty exactly, John. If she's a good nurse, that's all I have. Molly, we'll delete your age. What, John? No, I don't see that funny, John. Please tell me. You are afraid I caught her. Are you Molly? Miss Mills? Oh, you won't. John, someone's coming. Yes? Are you supposed to be in your room? What? Oh, Miss Mills. In our rooms, Miss Mills? But we were waiting here on the porch. But what she means today's friends will have corn fritters this noon, you know, and John just loves them. Apparently you didn't hear me, Mr. Colton. Mr. Faye says you're to stay in your room. Miss Sputman, I certainly don't see you. No one's asking you to see anything. Now will you get off the porch, both of you? Yes, Molly. I don't want to have to tell you again. And never mind about what's going to be later. Oh, never. She isn't very pretty, is she, Molly? No, John, she isn't. No, I wonder about Mr. Faye. Please. Thank you, Mrs. Miller, isn't it? That's right. Thanks, honey. Mr. Duttony? Yes, come in, Mr. Faye. I see you've met Miss Miller. We spoke outside, Chief. Oh, yes. And this is Mr. Harrington. Ah, how do you do? No, sir, ma'am, won't you? Sorry to keep you waiting. Oh, not at all. I'll get right down to business D.A. Yes. I suppose you know about Maple on the old folks' home? That's right, Mr. Harrington. Belong to my uncle, Dr. Harold Dennis. For years I have the pleasure of meeting your uncle several times, Mr. Faye. We were all sorry to hear of his death. So, all community-wise, everyone says Maple Lodge was such a fine place. Oh, not Lodge, Mr. Miller, is. And if Jerry Faye has anything to say about it, it's going to be even better. Yeah, the paper said something about you running the business. Yeah, I came the minute I heard, Harrington. Just dropped everything in Chicago and came on. I owe that much to Uncle Harold's memory. Yeah. You're about to, are you? No, sir, I'm not. D.A. Maple Lodge needs your help. I don't mind saying, if I start the situation out there, I came right to you. And for the help of what? Well, it's a good home, sure, but it needs support, D.A., your public interest. Publicity, if you want to put it that way. You mean money, huh? D.A. in a way, yes. In other words, Mr. Faye, you want to raise funds. Is that it? Can you think of a worthy institution, D.A.? Maple Lodge has a right to accept charity, of course. As I recall, the guests pay only a moderate fee to live there. Yes, that's right. But with outside help, a few donations here and there, well, I can make the place a paradise. Yeah, sure. So what am I going to do? Get ink, Harrington, ink. That's an old newspaper phrase in publicity. Yeah, I know. Will you help Mr. D.A.? A speech from you, a banquet, or a dedication, something like that. That'd be a great start. Well, this isn't a publicity office, Mr. Faye, you know that. Still, we've never refused our help, where we think it's needed. Well, that's fine, then I can count on you. Oh, and say, you come out and get to know our people, will you? You too, Ms. Miller? I'm telling you, they'll tell you hot-out. Oh. Yes. Well, you're a busy man, D.A., so am I. You hit on me soon. Yes, thank you for coming in, Mr.... Oh, thank you. If it doesn't bother Ms. Miller, I can find a door. Thank you. Come on, Faye. You're welcome, Faye. Didn't you say something, Harrington? Well, I don't get it, Chief. Seems clear enough, I suppose. A place like Maple Lodge can always use donations. Yeah, with that guy here. Well, everything he said stacks up, okay, but... You asked me, he makes me creep. Exactly, Ms. Miller, me too. I know what you mean. It seems I have the best of intentions, but still, something about him makes me wonder. They put that feature story on page three. Great. Do you want a drink, Jerry? Lay off, I told you. I told you that to make the paper kid. John and Molly. Loving the old folks, though. Well, one of your love birds is cooling his heels outside. What, up here in the office? The old man, John. I told him to just sit and wait. What do you want, Merle? How should I know? He complains all the time. They all do. Any more trouble in the dining room? Sure, they were yelling about the mashed potatoes. Where'd you learn that trick with the air, Holy? Honey, that's as old as the hills. You shoot air into a pot of mashed potatoes, you end up with a mountain of them. But they taste like... What, so what? Hey, did I tell you I saw the D.A.? Four times. So he's gonna make a speech, so what? All right, look, I know this ain't a picnic, but will you stop griping? I don't like institutions. They remind me of... You have places. Well, you like dough, don't you? Give me six months with this layout and we can retire. In six months, you'll have amused me. They're all yelling I tell you. Take that old fool outside. They can be handled. Send them in. Now to be in straight, Jack. Yes, ma'am. Now take it easy. All right, come on. You want... I've been waiting a long time, Miss Merle. Have you got anything better to do? Well, what's on your mind, John? I'm busy this morning. When Dr. Harold had his office, we didn't have to walk up the stairs. My uncle is dead. We can't have you people using the elevator, John. You might get hurt. Is that what you wanted? To holler about the elevator? I don't want to holler about anything, Miss Merle's. It's about the paper this morning. The paper? There's a story about Miss Fulton and me, Mr. Fay. Everyone's talking about it. Oh. It seems to say that we're... In love, I think, is the wedding. Merle, don't you go ignoring him, Mr. Fay. We won't stand for it. You won't what? I didn't come up here to argue, Miss Mills. We found out what good that does. Just a minute, old man. No, Mr. Fay. You listen to me. A story like that is cheap and insulting. Both to Miss Fulton and to me. Well, I'll... I'll handle this, Karen. Go back to your room, John. I will. I only let this be a warning to you, my boy. We won't stand for it. None of us here. We won't stand for a lot of things. Mr. Fay said to go to your room. Both of you. You think we're old and helpless? Well, we're not. You go too far, you'll see. You hear me? You'll see. Mustache, I'm sure you will call the papers and correct it. No, no, trouble and thanks. What did he say, Chief? Well, he saw the papers, Harrington. He admits that much, at least. By Dolly's and every paper in town. Look at this headline here. Movie star's mother welcomes her old folks home. Yeah. How do you explain it, Chief? Well, he says he merely called in his papers and said she'd be welcomed at a reception out there. See, what? Yes. That's his explanations, Madam. He meant she'd attend a party and the papers took it to me and she was going to live there. Oh, brother. Now I've heard him all. Yes, it impresses me as questionable to say the least. However he promised to call the papers and correct them. Well, he'd better. You know, Chief, I got a thought about Mr. Fay. I've had quite a few myself in the last week or so. Well, it's nothing I can put my finger on, understand? But all these newspaper stories, all this high-powered publicity. Well, I think it's disgusting. And another thing, all those stories about Molly and John, you know, the two old people in love? They're so cheap. Yeah. I don't know how many things. Well, that's just a thought, Chief. Like Miss Miller says, he operates kind of cheap. I'll say so. So, how to be if I call a few of the boys in Chicago and ask some questions? You know, just to see who he really is. I got news for you, Jerry. He's waiting outside again. John? I kind of expected it. Molly with him? She can't climb the stairs. You know what to do if things get rough. How rough can they get? I don't mind. That story made every paper in the state. And what a picture. Look, Jerry, it's your show. Way back in Chicago, I just came along for the ride. We're doing OK, baby. Another week of buildup, I'll start yelling for donations. Touch up the campaign with a D.A. himself making a speech. Look, will you let me on? You're going overboard, kid. What's that supposed to mean? Just what I said. Don't break about the stars much. That wasn't so good. All right, so we apologize. Maybe a lot still made the papers, didn't it? OK, OK, let that one ride. But if I were you, I'd lay off John and Molly. The old man will blow his cock. We're ready for that one, aren't we? Well... I said aren't we? I'll let him in. You can come in now. Good morning, John. Hey, Mr. Shae, how are you? What I have to say I can do is standing up. I've written a letter, Mr. Shae. Molly made three copies. A letter to who? Let John finish, Miss Mills. To the newspapers. I have them right here. Here you see? Well, I'll be glad to look at them, John. You know that? I'll keep them, Mr. Shae. Yes, and I'll see that they're male too. Well, what do they say, John? We'd be interested. I should think you would be. They're about to lodge, Miss Mills. The bad food. The way we have to stay in our rooms. How you got rid of the radio. Everything. Oh. Now, what's more? We've told the papers the truth about these cheap publicity stories. I see. Oh, Miss Mills. Do you have something to attend to outside, I believe? No, Mr. Shae. Yes, I think so. We'll excuse you. One more. Whatever you say. Let's get at it. You're going to mail those, are you? I am. Unless these change, sir, then change might be fast. I see. You seem to forget we have rights here. All of us. We paid when we came. We have rights savings, some of us. I go on. That was the understanding with Dr. Harold. We paid, and in return we're to be cared for. Well, I think you're just excited, John. Folks don't like the food. Well, we'll fix that immediately. No, it is no need of food. All right, everything then. We'll get new radios. A lot of them. And the newspaper stories? About you and Molly? Not another one, John. After all, I didn't realize you'd object. We just called it a human interest angle. We object stringlessly. Then they'll stop. No. Anything else? Well, no. No, I think that's all. I must say, this surprises me. Why, because I want to do the right thing? Oh, come, John. Give me a chance. I want your people to be happy. Just take time for me to learn. That's all. You know, I believe you mean that, Mr. Faye. How tell the others? Of course, I mean it. Now, you go back downstairs and forget all about it. Everything's going to be just fine. Oh, thank you, Mr. Faye. I will. Yes, thank you. That was dark here at this landing. I must put in a light. Here you are. Oh, yes, yes. Thank you again, sir. Is that you down there, Miss Mills? Howdy, will you? The old man fell down the stairs. Would you like this to visit us again? What happened this morning, you say, Mr. Faye? Yes, that's right. The poor man wanted to see me, and since the elevator's out of order, he had to use the stairs. What's the matter with the elevator? I don't know, Mr. Harrington. I've got a man coming this afternoon. Oh, what about Molly? She must feel terrible. She does, Miss Miller. John's death was a terrible blow to all of us. Well, we won't bother her at a time like this. We're going to have a service tomorrow, D.A. It would mean a lot if you could make it. That's what I'll try, Mr. Faye. Will you check my calendar when we get back, Miss Miller? I will, Chief. Well, I'll be glad to show you around now, D.A. You know, as I say, it's a sad day here at the lodge. No, no, no, we won't stay. You ready, Miss Miller? Yes, I'll get to do it. Come again, won't you? Tomorrow, if you can. Yeah, we'll be seeing you, Faye. Goodbye. I almost feel as though I've known him. So do I. I see. Yeah, let me see. I just slipped out of there. Hey, look at your sleeve. What? Oh, too. You must have known it on the trip. Yeah. I don't like this, Harrington. Stairs like these in a home for the aged. I don't like it at all. I shouldn't have to tell you, Molly. Don't come into this office without knocking ever. I'll take her back to her room. You just keep your hands to yourself, Miss Mills. And as for coming up here, you just try and stop me. No, no, no, you're upset, Molly. We all are. John's death is a tragedy. Listen to me, young man. I may be old, but I'm not a fool. There's something going on here. What do you mean by that? I mean I'm leaving for one thing, and I'm going to find somebody on the outside who listened to me. How can you leave, Molly? Didn't you give my uncle your savings when you came? Mr. Fay is right, Molly. You'd be a public charge. Would I? It may interest you to know John gave me his bonds, young lady. War bonds, good as gold. Oh. I think you'd better come back to your room, Molly. Now, get your hands off me. You don't frighten me. No one wants to frighten anybody, Molly. I know that. You can't afford another accident. Can you? What? You heard me. You think we don't know the district attorney was here? No. That's none of your business. No. Well, it's going to be young man, and don't think it is. You come with me, Jerry. Go. Put her in her room, Karen. Come on. And when you get her, they'll lock the door. This'll help, Chief. Yes. I got the reports in Chicago. Come on, Jerry. Say, Harrington. Himself. He sure ain't had much practice taking care of old people, Chief. No. Now, as far as the boys can figure, he used to sell slot machines. For? That's right. He's been picked up four or five times on suspicion. Served a year once for assault. Well, in the world, a doctor never gets a nephew like that. Well, that's here, too. Apparently, the old man never even laid eyes on him. Oh, I remember that when he died. The papers mentioned it. Yeah. Well, the fact remains, he's got his hands on maple lube. Yeah. Some place for old folks, all right? Stairs like that. Oh. How's your arm, Miss Miller? I'm all right, Harrington. I just bruised it a bit when I tore my coat. You went back and examined those stairs, Harrington? That's right. You said the chief. Yes. They're steep, but they're sound. No building inspector would condemn them. How about the elevator? Fairly fixed it. At least it was run this afternoon. Oh, Harrington, did you see Molly? No, I didn't. But I asked about her. That dame said she was resting. I guess the old man's death must have hit her pretty hard. Oh, sure. It's me hard, too. There's nothing definite to go on, but still... Yes, chief. Well, there's something wrong out there, and I want to know what it is. Look, Jerry, either you go with me or I'm clearing out alone. I can go back to that dice table in Chicago, you know. Well, you calm down. There's no need to blow your top. How is it? With the DA here this morning and that Harrington jerked back again this afternoon? Well, so what? Did they find anything? He asked for Molly, didn't he? He can't keep her locked up forever, you know. I can take care of her. How? Another accident? Maybe. Come on, you're crazy, Jerry. We're not even sure the DA buys the first one. All right, I'll think of something else. What? No. Look, I'm telling you, I've got this all set up now for a pitch. If I've got enough publicity, we can get real dough. People go for charity stuff, baby. You know that? Charity begins at home, Buster. I want to go back there. Yes, but if there was something phony, don't be stupid. The thing now is to think. Oh, great. Great. So start thinking some. Start with old Molly, locked up in her room. My idea, chief. Yes. Let's go out there and tear that place apart. But with what kind of a warmth, Harrington? Yes. We can make an inspection, that's true. And you know how much that would bring. Well, yes, if you do, go be careful of the stairs. The stairs. Oh, I was just kidding. Yes, I know, Miss Miller. Only those stairs bother me, and I have ever since. Sam, Smiller. Yes, chief. That coat you were wearing, the one you tore. Oh, my green one. Yes, is it here? Well, yes, chief. I was going to take it out and have it fixed. May I see it, please? Why, sure. It's in the closet here. I don't follow your chief. Well, it may be nothing, Harrington. But still, I have an idea. I don't want to see it. Put yourself in there. Smiller, the last one on the road. Got the rest of them safe? No, they're all in your room. Scary ways. Now what? Well, you're just going to talk to her, aren't you? What's the matter with you? You're getting soft. I just mean don't stop. That's all. She gets hurt. You'll never explain it. That depends on how bad she gets hurt. Now go on. Open up. You got the keys? Right here. Only watch. Where you were in, deep enough right now. Open the door. Yes, chief. Mind if we come in while we're in? At the door count. What do you want? Mr. Faye told you. We want to talk. I'll talk all right. I've been locked in here like a prisoner. Yes, well, that was a good idea. And John, that was a mistake too? What? Don't play innocent with me, the two of you. I don't know what you're trying to do, but it's not right. Now I'm going to the police. I don't think you'd do that, Molly. Who wouldn't I? Oh, I'd thought this over my young friend. You can't stop me if you try. Can't I? There's no stairs here, Mr. Faye. Jerry. I'll handle this, Karen. Now you get something straight, Molly. Once and for all. I think I have. You're old. Not only that, people don't care about you. That's not true. Suppose you had a heart attack or something. Right here in this room, let's say. Don't you talk that way. You think anybody would really care? That's another poor old woman, they say. They have to die sometime, you know. Jerry. Shut up. I don't know what you're trying to do. You see what I mean, Molly? Don't come near me. I warn you. I've had enough out of you, you old hag. All I have to do is hold my hand over your mouth. Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! It's not where he's going. We want him for murder. All right, pick him up durch Engel and let's go. This is the gun same time, same session when we again present Mr. District Attorney. This is the United States Armed Forces Radio Subscribe.