 Mr. David Bryan, in a moment we'll bring you another case from the files of Mr. District Attorney. David Bryan as Paul Garrett. Mr. District Attorney. I'm a District Attorney dealing basically with human reactions and characteristics. Just in the solving of crime he learns to look for such things as personal vanity for the giveaway. Just about twilight one afternoon a small pickup truck turns from a suburban shopping district into a street of apartment houses. Me, riding in a truck wearing coveralls. Yes, me, Joe, this is the first. Well, what's wrong with a truck? You don't even have to drive. All you got to do is pull a trigger. It ain't good for my self-respect. It took on even more high tone manners since you're in the middle way, huh? Hardly to do to fix. Okay, okay, but I don't like anybody telling me how to do my work. So does Dave Lillian think he is? Just the guy who's paying us, that's all. What's Dave got against his guy, Simmons? Well, I know what the boys are saying. Simmons is in real estate. He handled a deal when the city board of people ran out here in Brandon Heights to make an old playground. Dave got himself in, huh? Yeah. Being a city councilman from this ward, he got the council okay to purchase. Only he added a hundred grand under the price. Then he held on on Simmons. Dave is also in politics. If the story gets out, so he wants the hush-hush put on Simmons. You got to be right along. Get something to work right on the button. This is him now, Addy. And that's that convertible? Yeah, yeah. Yeah, that's correct. That's for me. Now let him go buy it and pull up alongside. This is a cancel. That's the one. Come on, come on. Okay, okay. What do you think I got here? A flying saucer? That's good. What's that? He's going to crack that tree. Be a cry like that. Smash it up. You? No. There's pinch now, Addy. We leave that truck at the filling station. Get out of these coveralls in the water. Don't grab a chapter of the highway and wait till Dave shows up. Nice work, Addy. Nice work. Down there. Hi, Dave. Sorry I had to call you this late for the day. All the way out here. Let's stop at this too. Why don't they take me for an item? I'll have her in the dental. Yeah, front of the back car is a mess. Yeah. I'm glad I wasn't in it. Simmons, did you say? That's right. Fred Simmons, real estate man, bachelor, early studies. Any motive apparent to this murder? No, not yet, chief. Could be a gang job, though. Some hoods letting go from a passing vehicle. Maybe a truck. Oh, what do you mean? Maybe a truck. Well, you've seen that delicatessen sign just past the drug store? Yeah. A guy named Amal Wiley learned that delicatessen. He had three shots. He had the car crashed the street. He got to the door in time to see a vehicle, make a left turn where the street light is. I think it was a quarter ton pickup truck, a contact radio division. I let all proud cars to be on the lookout for a quarter ton pickup in this area. I'm probably abandoned by now. Will do, chief. You be at the office? Later on, after I talk with the medical examiner, we'll want a complete feeling on Simmons' tool, the character, business associate, social background, everything. It's a gang killing. It could be a tough one to crack. Let's get on with it. District attorney's office. Good morning, bright eyes. This is Don Warren. I'm thrilled. What do you want, Harry? The key thing yet? No. I don't want to. He worked most of last night. Any message? Oh, wait a minute. Here he is. He's trying to meet you guys. Thanks. There he is. Hi, chief. I'm at a filling station. Brandon Heights, Maple and Dorchester streets. City pickup truck was left here overnight. When a truck drove in, two guys and coveralls got out and went into the washroom. He didn't notice when they came out. Anything else? Yep. A 45-caliber cartridge case was on the running before it ended. Beginning to add up now, Heinem. Medical examiner said Simmons was killed with 45-caliber bullets. Hold that truck till I get out there. Okay, chief. You got my note about Simmons, Miss Miller? Yes, I'm just talking up. I wasn't able to get much of a feeling on him last night. It's like looking for witnesses, talking with stories. Oh, death and death. Do I try to real estate board you together? That's a good idea. Also called the chief of the city maintenance crew, truck with statute two. I found out why one of their pickups should be left overnight at a Brandon Heights filling station who was driving it in all the details. Yes, chief. Oh, one thing more. Check the motor top of Randy of this murder with Lieutenant O'Brien, Detective Division. I'm a specialist in motorized killing. It seems to be in town. Now, I guess that's all. You're getting my dark circles under your eyes again, Mr. Garrett. Huh? You better get a good night's sleep tonight. I'm proud you can't work around the clock. I'm as subtle as we're dealing with time, Miss Miller. And time does work around the clock. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Yes, chief. We'll show that out here quick, chief. That's the truck over there, all right? Yeah. I'll go get the knife, man. He wanted some food. Who do you think you could get out here so soon? You got a story, didn't you, Randy? Yeah. I don't let him have his breakfast. I don't talk to him when he gets sick. Do you want some of my life? I don't know. I got the keys. I didn't look in there yet, chief. I waited for you. The place they could have hid the gun is in that towel disposal unit there. Not just a bunch of used paper towels. Nothing about them. Look again, Randy. Hey. Cover off. Two sets of them. Yeah. They have had these on over their regular clothes. Stuffed the coveralls in that unit. Marked down the street to a waiting automobile. Maybe they took a taxi. I'll check the cab companies. And the lab boys take along these coveralls. Come on. Let's go talk to you. Night, man. Let me turn the blinds off, Mr. Gare. And? About your M.O. request. He said that we half a dozen took them in in town. I could have done that job. You got the list, Mr. Miller? Yes. Thank you. She's stoned. If she dealt not the Pokemon Droning. Joe Caesar. How did it do? He said it wanted to know if he wanted any of them brought in for questioning. Absolutely. Unless they got ironclad alibi. I'll call him that. You got anything on Simmons? The secretary of the real estate board said Simmons was pretty much alone more. None of the real estate people knew him well. He said he cultivated politicians put over a couple of unethical deals. Board yet to manage him. How efficient, huh? Let's see now. Councilman Dave Lillian was in on that playground deal. You recommended the place. This is the city council. He's the one who ordered the inspection of city-owned stuff to be heard yesterday. Who told you that? The people of the maintenance crew. He thinks the pickup was given away during the afternoon. Well, by that. If we anything on Dave Lillian in our files... I'll see you, Mr. Gare. Lillian. Lillian. Lillian. Lillian, yes. Oh, thanks. Now, Dave Lillian sounded that truck gore. Let me cut his rates on long-distance hauling. Preston and murder of truck driver from rival company. Oh, he's got a gun. Oh, me. You found something? It could be. A while I'm out in this middle, I call the man who sold that playground land to the city. His name is Carl. His name is Sloan. And I seem to come here to the office. We're going to dig into that deal. Yes, sir. All right, now call Hagen, police lad. Tell him I'll pick him up in five minutes. Shall I tell him what you're doing? Yeah. The Dave Lillian's office. That's the bodyguard of Lillian's. The arty-the-dude Campello. We met at the athletic club banquet last year. Oh, yeah, yeah. All right, guys. My assistant, Mr. Hagen, said million. I do. Sit down, boys. What can I do for you? Oh, and you know, Fred Simmons was murdered last night, I suppose. Yeah. Yeah, too bad. Nice guy, Fred. They know who's going to get it. You know him well? Oh, just in a business way. He got me interested in that land for the playground, off my ward. Kids need a playground back. The city pays plenty, I understand. I don't like to see the property around. The owner knew it, held out for his pride. The city paid it. People wanted that playground. Quarter of a million. Wow. Did Sloan get all that? What do you mean, did he get all of it? Certainly he did. It's on the city books. Go take a look. Did Sloan get all of it? Mr. Lillian, why did you order the inspection of the city trucks to be held ahead of schedule? Because I'll be out of town in two weeks for a month on business. I wanted to get the inspection over with before I leave. Things like private coincidence, those trucks should be ordered out the day Simmons was murdered. Look, Garrett, what are you trying to say? Just that. You're making any cracks, you better pull in your next pack. I don't know nothing about it. I was in my mayor's office when it happened, so just lay off. See, I got plenty of political influence. I could have your job, just like that. Boy, you retnick. I'm not accusing anybody, Mr. Lillian. Not yet. Stick around, brother. It may not be too long. This is David Bryan. Before we continue with Mr. District's attorney in the case of the land swindle murder, here is an important message from our sponsor. This is David Bryan, starring as Paul Garrett, Mr. District Attorney. Investigations show that the pickup truck murderer of Fred Timmons, real estate agent, might be linked to a recent sale of land in the city for suburban playgrounds. A deal which Timmons had handled together with city councilman Dave Lillian. When I asked Dave Lillian why he had ordered the city-owned trucks left out in the parking area for inspections two weeks ahead of the regular schedule, he blew his top and threatened to have my job. Now, a couple of days later... Did you speak to Danny Dolphins? Paul Gardner, Miss Miller. Yes, Mr. Garrett. I'm over at the police lab. Anything come in? Two reports from some detective division. And what are they? Two of those triggermen have found alibis down in the drone. Joe Delcott is about to be in Chicago. Mr. Lillian Bryan is taking on him to the Chicago police. What about Artie Campello? Well, they're looking for him. Also, for Joe Caesar. I'm telling them to put on more men. I'm telling the city. I want those foods brought in. There's a second reporter. State cops have been assigned to cover Dave Lillian. That's all it presents. Okay. You've gotten in touch with Sloan yet, Miss Miller? No, the secretary won't give me any information. Just said Sloan and his wife are out of town on vacation. She doesn't know where they rented when they'll be back. All right. Then do this. In a list of Sloan's relatives with addresses. Also his wife's relatives. Keep them on vacation. Send back postcards. We're gonna locate Sloan that way. I'll check on that right away, Mr. Garrett. Good. You got anything, Arrington? Yeah, finally, Chief. Sergeant said there's apologies. Got three men out with the blue. What's your report? The commissioner. Yes, I know. The most photo blur? Uh-huh. Five of this? Well, a rough cloth suit inside. One set of these coveralls. Rubbed off. Could be from one of those heavy scotch tweets. Those tweets cost money. Plenty. You want me to check the clothing stores if I sell these tweets? I wouldn't do any harm, Arrington. At least get a list of them. There won't be many that sell that expensive stuff. Yeah, I'll get a list of the stores. Sergeant's downstairs. Shall I answer that? Yes, it might be for me. Police laboratory. Mr. Garrett, still there? He sure is. Just a second. It's with little Chief. Thanks. Yes, Miss Miller? I just got a call from the Northside Cab Company, Mr. Garrett. One of their drivers picked up two men out and grabbed them in the night. It's about 5.30 the night of the murder. Eddie Marco drives a night shift. Four in the afternoon till midnight. Now you can now go right out there. Call them back. Tell them to have Marco with the company's office. I'll also ask them to pull that cab off the street. Put a stand by on it for the lab boys. In case this one bounces right. Yes, Mr. Garrett. Thanks, Miss Miller. Bye now. Bye. That's Mr. Chief, huh? Well, we don't know yet. Let's name it a police artist. The one that says those crayon drawings. Oh, uh, big lady. Mike's big lady. Well, call him. Tell him we want him to go along out to the Brandon Heights. Stop in five minutes. Bring his kit. Okay. This may be the break we need, hang on. You can be setting up, Mike, while we establish the route on this map. Okay, Mr. Garrett. Now, Marco, tell me where you picked up those two men. Uh, just let me find where I am on the map. Hmm, yeah. He's maple and duchess. Oh, yeah, yeah. Uh, right about here's my stand. See, just past the Brandon Theater. The two guys got in at the stand. Oh, where'd you drop them off? Over at the corner of Edgemont and Carlton, face the rock for us on the map, the way you went from your stand. Hmm, yeah. I drove up here to Knight Avenue when straight out of Riverside, there's Edgemont and Carlton. Uh, Marco, did you notice them throw anything out of the care? You know, anything like a gun, for example? No, no. Like I said, I wasn't paying much attention. Hmm. But, what they look like, they're built. Well, one of the guys was about medium height, built pretty solid. The other one was small and skinny, about my built. I noticed him because he was a sharp dresser. Oh, boy. You want? Well, he was wearing a suit like, well, I guess like one of them English suits you to see in a movie. In a treat? Yeah, maybe. I guess that's what it was. I don't know much about to eat. You gotta look at his face. It's pretty good. He's the one give directions, had kind of called it, Marco. You ready, Mike? Sure. Now, he's gonna make a drawing of your description, Marco, so don't talk too fast. I'll keep up with him, Mr. Garrett. Okay. Here's a kind of a what, Marco? Uh, kind of a narrow face like. Long jaw. Uh, he kind of faded back a little, though, you know. Uh, what about the eyes? So, through the deep set. Uh, deep set. Close together, too. I noticed that okay. No, long, short, flat. Uh, pretty long, I'd say. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, eyebrows. Eyes to flat. Okay, I don't remember about them. Uh, like this? No, no, that don't ring no bell. Well, uh, like this then? Yeah, yeah, more like that. Remember about the ears? Yeah, yeah, they stuck out from his head. He had a hat on, too. Kind of an old squash belt hat. Didn't go with his suit at all. Okay. Does that look anything like a Marco? Yeah. Hey, I'll say it looks like an Indian. You twiddle that. I'll say I wouldn't, Mr. Garrett. Hey, don't I wish I could draw like that? I wouldn't. That's out of the dude, chief. Out of yours, twin brother. How about the other guy, Marco? Can you describe his face? Well, I'd try. He'll be good, though. I didn't know him so much. I'll do your best. Be right back after I find the phone and call my office. Not even. Okay, chief. They're both right down this corridor. I'll have the mic make copies of those drawings. Check him in with R and I, and they must have a mug shot of Audi and Joe's cheater. The other one is Joe. I'd bet on it. They've worked together before. Now we've got to find the stall where Audi bought that suit. We'll ransack this town, also the town where he's been. Well, Brian will know. Show the salesman the drawings and the mug shots. Got it, chief? What else? Send the search for the murder weapon along the rest of the route. Get the fake outs in that area around Edgemont and Carlton. All over the county, that chief? No, it isn't. Jury's one proof, remember? So far we haven't got proof. Good morning, Mr. Garrett. Good morning, Miss Miller. Or good afternoon. Only 11 o'clock. It's the first time I overslept. First time that's happened in months. You needed it. Head to the dock circle, right? No, it's gone. Then I'll try oversleeping again some time. Do that. Tomorrow morning. You'll spoil me, Miss Miller. Any calls? There ain't been called in some time ago. Good. We found out that Sloane's wife has a sister living out at the Hyde. But he's going to try to find out from her where Sloane is. I'm only going to locate that guy in soon. Maybe he's the one that ordered the murder. Maybe Simmons held out on him. Really? I said maybe, Miss Miller. At least I don't know that he didn't. Morning, Chief. Good morning, Eisen. Well, you look at that grin on him, Mr. Garrett. Yeah. Let's have it. Well, Sloane's in Miami's Florida. Got her to dress right here. You got her from assistant law. Easy. You know, this is with me and women's chief. I charm them. Fine, too wonderful. All kidding aside, you had the right hunch about that postcard business. And the lady didn't know anything at all was wrong. I told her I was anxious to get in touch with Sloane on the business matter. She opened the write-up. Got the call from her sister yesterday afternoon. You earned yourself a trip to Harrington. What do you mean, chief? Took to Florida. You deserve a trip to Harrington on the plane south, Miss Miller. Yes, chief. He's going to Miami to bring Sloane back. You make me nervous all the time walking around. So what do I do? Sit down and tell my done some more. What, Joe? Either I get out of this apartment tonight or I go nuts. Be dark in another half hour. I'm going out and catch a movie. See what's in the paper. Hey, you're taking a chance. Okay, I'm taking a chance. Now, stay up here. I'm taking a chance going off my rocket. You come out with me, Joe? I don't know. I think it over. At least I stayed in Cleveland. Nothing worse coming back here for that job. Hold it out of here. It's like maybe the cops. The cops don't shoot it out there anything they can make. So is it. Me, Davey, Lilia. Open up, will you? Let him in, honey. If that's on you, show up, Lilian. If you think together, boys, you've got to get out of here and hurry. What's wrong? What's right, you mean? Ain't you read the papers? Thought it was to stay in his hideout, didn't you? What's in the papers? The DA's butts in this case wide open. I had clothes brought to Miami. The guy spilled over plenty. Said he sold that land for only $150,000 and how I gave him $5,000 extra just where the city paid him a quarter million. Get your things together. My car's up the block. Come dark, we're shaking this town for Keith. That's the problem. I'll find him. Pull him here. The one Lilian went in? Bronze don't spawn. That's according to the stakeout's message it is. Hope we're not too late. We going in there from Chief? If necessary. I'm going to wait out here for a few minutes though. They might come out. Let's get out of this car. Okay. Close to the building. Maybe they've already skipped it. I think they're waiting to die. They're getting dark now. Wait a minute, hold it. There's somebody coming out. We guys. It's that Chief. Come on. There goes Arty. He's back into the building. In the lobby, Chief. Trying to unlock the unit door. They have a gun. Watch him, Chief. There's that gun, Arty. I don't want to have to get you. I'm shooting, Chief. I thought he had you. The boy stepped out of the tube? I'll have a look. Dave Lilian and Joe Caesar. The gun's right there. You'll get you, Dr. Arty. Speaking of guns, that's 45 on the floor. It's just me. Bring it along, Haringham. We'll have ballistic test fire. It might be the murder weapon. The band coast on them. Haringham. Right. We're going right down the headquarters. There'll be a doctor there. Believe me, Arty. You've got more to worry about than that arm. Plenty more. Let's go. Fine again. I hope you've enjoyed this case from the file of Mr. District Attorney. I'll be back in just a moment after this message from our sponsor. Mr. District Attorney, David Bryant. With a word about the program, you have just heard. The gun we took from Arty the dude turned out to be the murder weapon. That and the testimony of the taxi driver Marco and the clothing store clerk who sold Arty the tweet suit did the job. Arty and Joe Caesar were convicted of murder in the first degree. Dave Lillian, convicted of hiring the killers, got a life sentence. For aiding and abetting in an attempt to defraud, flown with sentence to five years in state prism. 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