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Pick up the latest edition of your daily paper or listen to the news on your local radio station. And you will have later crime statistics than even the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Unfortunately though, you will only have the facts as they pertain to your community. And crime is nationwide. It might be if you live in a particularly law-abiding city that a day will go by without a murder. Maybe even two days. But while you are enjoying that pitifully short holiday, the American Army of Criminals is at work. Its members never rest. For when one sleeps, another wakes to take his place. And between them, they manage to murder an average of 20 people in this country every single day. In an era of large numbers, of millions and billions, 20 may not seem like very many people to you. But over the period of a year, and these are the figures as gathered for the past 12 months by your FBI, 13,000 and 10 people were murdered. If you are still unimpressed, then regard the fact that when D-Day came in Europe, and millions of troops of all nations were thrown into the breach, when every available weapon was blazing, fewer men were killed, fewer men, and died here in this year of peace. Elephants in a corner saloon located in the downtown district of a large Midwestern city. It is early afternoon, a lone customer sits at the bar bringing beer, a young man at it. He goes to the jukebox, unlocks it, and removes the coins. Then he calls to the bartender. Say Pete. Yeah, what do you want? Can I see a minute? Yeah. What's on your mind? There wasn't much going there. People just ain't playing the jukebox the way they used to. Why not? The television. It's just as good and it's for free. But you make money on the box? I make more on the television. Customers sit here and watch the fights for a couple of hours, drink a lot of beer. Pete, you'll have to take it out. Are you kidding? No. I'll throw the jukebox out first and you with it. Now get out of here. You hurt me. Get out. Hey, wait a minute. Huh? Should I hear him call you Allbright, kid? That's right. That's my name. You any relative of Duke Allbright? He was my father. No kid? Uh-huh. Are you still working, old man? Uh-huh. You ain't acting like his kid though. But the bum like this truck, you're that way. Look, mister, you stay out of this. Kid, you want to take the television set out? Sure. Ask him once more. He's got his mind made up. I'll ask him for it. Mister, you're going to take the television set out? No. And you can pay for your beer and get out of here with him. Kid, now you make him take it out. Ah, you see this bear mug? Uh-huh. Bring it back slow and let it go. Here he is! Come on, kid, let's go. Not right now. I guess I've been talking too much, huh? Ah, of course not. You see, Al, it's just that... Well, you don't know what it's like to be the son of a guy who's been a big success. Everybody expects so much of you. Yeah, that figures. They expect you to talk like him, act like him, and do like him. Well, I... I just couldn't be that. Don't you like larceny, kid? Oh, sure. But I just... Well, I just ain't like my papa. Look to me. Your old man started in 23, worse off than you are now. Inside of a year, he's got his own territory. I know I was driving a beer truck for him then. By the time he got sent away in 29, Big Duke owned this whole city. It happened it was easier on those days. It's never been easy, Danny. There's only one way to get successful. You gotta work at it. If your old man was alive today, he'd still be the biggest guy in town. With jukeboxes? With anything. And you can be the same thing. Where's your family pride? Oh, I got that all right. Well, then use it. All you gotta do to be a big man is change your way of working. What do you mean? Well, take that thing that happened back in the other saloon. You see the way I settled it? Uh-huh. Muscle, that's what does it. You gotta show a muscle or you get no place. But, Al, I can't. I just ain't a muscle guy. Then I'll be one for you. Huh? We'll be partners. Gee, I don't know what... It's good business for me, kid. You can use my muscle. I use your name. Only one thing. What? From now on, act like you're Duke. Duke Jr. I'll try. What do we do, Al? What do you mean? Well, the bartender in that joint was right. There's no dough in jukeboxes anymore. Television knocked it out. Then let's go into the television. Oh, that takes dough. But what? The cents, they cost a lot of money. Duke will steal them. A few days later at the local FBI field office, Special Agent Jim Taylor meets Agent Michael Drew in the hall. Hello, Mike. Oh, hello, Jim. I was hoping to see you before I'd signed out. There's been another hijacking. Oh, where? Out on Route 11, at Green Ridgewood in here. When did it happen? Early this morning, about 4.30. Any details? Yes, a gray sedan forced the truck to pull over to the side of the highway and stop. Two men were in the sedan. One got out, drew a gun and forced the driver to step down. They tied the driver up, slugged him and threw him into the ditch beside the road, and then the two of them drove off. Gray sedan. Yeah, I've already checked on it. It was stolen sometime during the night. Nobody noticed the driver in the ditch until about half an hour ago. They untied him, and he called the local police who asked him to contact us. What was in the truck? Television sets. $20,000 worth. Pretty good haul. I'd say the thieves apparently were looking for this particular truck, too. Why? One of them told the driver he was an hour behind schedule. Well, that might be an inside job. Now, we'll check on that angle, Mike. The truck was seen here this morning. By whom? One of the local police. That was before the alarm went out. How do you know it was the same truck? It had a banner across the front of it advertising a plot. Any description of the thieves? No, not yet. The driver couldn't give them to me over the phone because the doctor was just about to start treating him. Where is he now? He's at the central hospital. I'm going over there now to see him, Mike. Look, why don't you stay here and see if anything comes in on that alarm on the truck? Okay. As soon as I'm finished with the driver, I'll be back. The kitchen of every home. Let me show you a few of his speeches. See the handy action? Danny. Yeah? What are you doing? Watching a television? Note the compact size. What's this? This guy goes shopping for things. It's real interesting. Here we have the four store-away shelves. An infallible aid to all housewives. Why don't you tune in a fight? The fights are only on at night, Al. In the day times, it's this guy. Oh, no. Sometimes it's a woman's shopper. Turn it off. Okay. We still got a dozen sets to paint yet. Think we'll have any trouble getting rid of them? Yes. We don't get rid of them. We rent them. That's the whole idea. So it's the loans and stuff, you mean? That's right. The first thing we do is cut up the town. Oh. Get at this fix. The way we do it. The way we do it. Then we put a guy in charge of a territory. It's his job to see that our television set goes into every saloon in his section. He's like a lieutenant. Uh-huh. Over there, you've got to have captains. And over to captains, you've got two guys running the whole thing. That's us. And once we get the television right at money, we'll move in and take the horse for our own business. We'll really get it. We'll have big apartments, dames, banquets. And it... Hey. Speaking of banquets, we better eat something. Go out and get us some hamburgers, kid. You got any dough? No. Neither have I. Put the guy on the cuff for it. Okay. Hey, what do you think we ought to plant the first set? Uh, what's the name of the place where I met you? Pete Craig. He gets the first one. Tie it up in court, Jim. Oh, that's all right, Mike. My calendar is pretty clear now. Good. Oh, did you happen to go by the teletype room? Yeah. Oh, nothing's coming in on that truck. That's what you're looking for. Yes, of course. So you were in court when I heard from Washington, weren't you? I guess I was. Now, you remember my going to the hospital to get a description from the driver of that truck? Mm-hmm. All I sent the description he gave to one of the bandits to our identity section, asked them if they had anything of help. And they did. Oh, they sent back five photographs from the general appearance cloud. I took them up to the hospital and the driver identified one of them. That's one of the bandits. Who was it? A man named Al Harrison. Oh, I don't think I know that now. There's no reason why you should, Mike. He's been in jail for the past 20 years. Oh. He used to drive a beer truck during probation. Mm-hmm. What'd he get sent up for? Bank robbery and attempted murder. He shot his way out of a trap one night and wounded a policeman. Mm-hmm. Fortunately for him, the policeman lived. So a kind-hearted jury convicted him with a recommendation for mercy. Uh-huh. Anything in Harrison's record that'll help us in this case, Jim? Oh, I'm waiting for the file room to send it in now. As soon as it gets here, let's both study it and see if we can get a lead. Now, the only customer Pete Craig had just left. Good. Let's take the set in. OK. You can handle it. OK. I'll hold the door. All right. Let's go. I'll go ahead and get the saloon. Right. Brought you no set. What? Here's a television set to take the place of the one I busted. I'll put it on the bar, huh? OK. How do you like it, Pete? Better than the other one, huh? I must say, I didn't expect this. What do you mean? I was swearing a warrant out to you guys. Now, I'll call it off now. Let me buy you a beer. OK, Pete. Uh, you got any brandy? No television. OK. Well, look it up for you, Pete. No, no, no. Don't bother. One of my customers is in the business. Let me install the other set. You pay him a service charge, and he keeps it in shape for you. We'll take that job off his hands. What do you mean? We're the guys that service this set. That's part of the deal. Now, wait a minute. You just gave me the set, didn't you? Sure. But we charged by the week for keeping it up. Ah, I might have known. Well, take it out. I don't want it. You've got no choice. Maybe I'll take the set, or tomorrow you've got no saloon. Who do you think you're scaring? Hey, Al, maybe we should make it easier, huh? I'll handle it, Duke. You'll handle nothing. Now, let me tell you something. I had all I wanted you guys 20 years ago. Times have changed now. You old-time haspins can't get away with it. Come on. Get up and give us the first week's payment in advance. I cracked his head pretty hard. You feeling sorry for him? No, but I don't think he's going to say it. Why not? Because he ain't breathing. When you ain't breathing, you're dead. We will return in just a moment to tonight's file which shows how your FBI protects American citizens and American homes. Now, another type of home protection. A typical case from the files of the Equitable Life Assurance Society. Let Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Orman tell you about it. About four years ago, I had to spend two months flat on my back in the hospital. Well, you know what that cost these days. Ralph, that's my husband. He didn't know where he was going to get the money to carry the mortgage on our home. Then one day I was talking to Ed Newcomb, my Equitable Society representative. Ed tells me that's what the cash fund in my assured home ownership plan is for. To help out in emergencies that threaten home ownership. Well, that cash fund really saved our home for us. The Ormans didn't have just an ordinary mortgage. Their Equitable Society Assured Home Ownership Plan combined a low-cost first mortgage with life insurance protection. A growing cash fund was created which can be used whenever sickness and unemployment threaten home ownership. That cash fund can also be used to pay off the mortgage way ahead of schedule. Right. Many 20-year mortgages have been paid off in about 15 years. Furthermore, under the Assured Home Ownership Plan, if the owner dies, the Equitable Society not only cancels the mortgage, but also returns to the widow every dollar her husband had paid to reduce the principal. Finally, during its life, the mortgage draws interest at only 4%. And there's a liberal allowance to cover title search, lawyer's fees, and other closing costs. So for many reasons, a man may consider himself lucky. If his health, age, income, and the location of his home enable him to qualify for an Equitable Assured Home Ownership Plan. For full information, see your Equitable Society representative. Or write care of this station to the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States. And now back to the FBI file, a practice of larceny. Bureau of Investigation has cooperated in bringing this drama to society because it wants to make sure that you are not among those who favor the popular misconception that the gangster, as we in the United States knew him in the prohibition era, is an extinct animal. Nothing could be further from the truth. He not only lives among us today, but in some places, he is present in even greater numbers than before. In great measure, the job of exterminating these gangsters belongs to the various law enforcement agencies. But in some part, the responsibility for getting rid of them is yours too. For you, the law-abiding citizens are the ones who comprise our juries, the ones who tell our judges how severely you want criminals dealt with. In recent weeks, a man resisting capture killed his wife and three police officers before being killed himself. A review of his previous record showed that he had been tried once before for murder, had been convicted, and had been sentenced on recommendation of the jury to a term of but three years on the reduced charge of manslaughter. It is the duty of every citizen when called for jury duty to face the facts and be governed by the evidence. If he honestly thinks a man on trial is innocent, it is his bound and duty to so vote. However, it is wrong to let any false sympathy enter into his deliberation. If he feels that the evidence presented warrants it, then his duty to himself and to everyone else is to vote for one verdict and one verdict only. Guilty. Tonight's file continues in the local FBI field office. I was hoping you'd be back here, Mike. Why, Jim, what's up? I just got through down at the morgue. What were you doing down there? The body of a bartender was found in a saloon at 9th and Adams. I'm pretty sure he was murdered by Al Harrison Well, there was a new television set on the bar in the saloon. Part of the loot? Yeah, the set brought back to the lab. They examined one of the panels and brought up some serial numbers that had been filed off. I also got some prints off the chassis of the set. I didn't say they belonged to Harrison. Well, you've gotten a lot accomplished, Jim. Yeah. Yeah, not soon enough to save that bartender from being murdered, though. I got a lead on who Harrison's accomplice might be. Oh, how'd you do that? I looked up Harrison's record before he went to jail. Most of them were closed, of course, but a few of them were still running. I checked and found that he'd been back. With his friend? Yeah. I got a description of the friend and looked up the local police records. Aren't you finding anything? No, no, not at first. Then I remember the one bartender told me that Harrison had called his friend Duke. Hey, how about our nickname file? Yeah, that's where I went. Well, all we have to do now, Mike, is find young old Bryton Harrison. Hey, look at the television. What's on now? Them are puppets. Where's the shopping guy? He comes on after the puppets. Sometimes I wonder why we stole these things. Turn it off, kid. But I want to see how it comes out. Look, that's the last set. As soon as we get it back in a crate and out of the truck, we move. Move? Where? In the territories. The districts with the lieutenants and the captains. Well, we work that again in the next place. Again? We never even got started here, Al. Look, do you want to stay partners? Well, sure, but I don't... Well, I don't start any trouble. Give me your hand with this set. Where are we going, Al? We'll head west. There's a lot of good towns at the other end of the state. We'll move the sets into a place, divide the town up into territories, and then we have lieutenants and captains. And we're the head of the whole thing. That's right, yes. I'll go out and get the hamburgers now, Al. Drew speaking. Jim Taylor, Mike. Oh, hi, Jim. Only one thing. That was a maybe. A man called in a little while ago. He said his boy told him he saw the truck. The one we're looking for? That's right. On 12th Avenue and 58th Street. The boy is very young, Jim, so there's no telling whether he's trying to attract attention. I think the boy might be right. Oh, why? How'd you get there? I thought the address and his record turned out to be a vacant lot. You found Albright's name there. His name and correct address. Did you find anything at the apartment? One block from where the boy saw the truck. That's right. Sounds like they kept the truck near there, huh? Yeah. I think we came to the right place. Here's some sales tags and every one of them is from a television set. Yeah, I think we just missed them. How about sending out a new alarm on that truck? Hey, wait a minute. Let me see the description of that truck again, will you? Yeah. Yeah, that's what I thought. Come on, let's get out of the car, Mike. Where are we going? I think I know which road they took. Come on. We're out of the city. These country cops ain't going to give us any trouble. How do you know? I know the road. This is the one I used to drive when I was delivering beer if you're old man. Hey, you see that house up ahead on the right? Uh-huh. Fred Smith, the bookmaker, used to have his office there. One night my brother, Harry, decided to crack Smitty's safe open. So I let him ride with me and I waited for him. Very soon I see Harry coming out the front door. And he's wheeling the safe in front of him. What'd he do that for? He couldn't get it open, so he took the whole thing. We put it in the truck and took it along. How'd he finally open it? He called Smitty and told him he had the safe to deal with him. If Smitty would tell him the combination, he'd bring the safe back. Well, did he? Sure. Safe was worth about a G. We delivered it the next night. Hey, what are you slowing down for? That's a weighing station up ahead. What's that? Well, they weigh the truck. Why? There's a law. You ain't allowed to have more than a 20,000-pound load. You've changed the FBI and you're both under arrest. ...from interstate shipment. Both Al Harrison and Danny Albright were turned over to local authorities. They were tried and convicted on the more serious charge of murder. The two criminals in tonight's case from the vials of your FBI were apprehended because Special Agent Taylor knew that the only road by which the truck could travel was Route 11. Every other road leading out of the city had either a railroad or a highway overpass, which was too low to permit passage and had bigger truck. He also knew that Al Harrison had once driven a beer truck and that he would know about Route 11 being his sole avenue of escape. Because the two Special Agents had no way of knowing whether or not Harrison and Albright were armed, and also because they did not want to risk a possible gunfight in which an innocent person might be shot, they decided to wait at the weighing station. And so two more criminals who joined forces after a chance meeting, the death of the bartender, had their illegal careers ended. In just a moment, we will tell you about next week's exciting case from the files of your FBI. Now one last word to homeowners about the kind of mortgage you get in the equitable society's assured home ownership plan. First, it's a mortgage that's practically foreclosure proof. Right, if the owner dies, the mortgage is automatically cancelled. During his life, the cash fund is based against emergencies such as illness and unemployment. Second, it's a mortgage that draws interest at only 4%. So what are you waiting for? See your Equitable Society representative soon. For full information about the assured home ownership plan designed for you by the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States. Next week, we will dramatize another case from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. A graphic account of the exploits of an escaped convict. It's subject to manhunt. It's titled The Swampland Pugetage. The incidents used in tonight's Equitable Life Assurance Society's broadcast are adapted from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. However, all names used are fictitious, and any similarity they're of to the names of persons living or dead is accidental. Tonight, the music was composed and conducted by Frederick Steiner. The author was Jerry D. Lewis. Your narrator was William Woodson and special agent Taylor was played by Stacey Harris. Others in the cast were Whitfield Connor, Hal Dawson, Herb Ellis, Tony Hughes, and Ed McDonald. This is your FBI is a Jerry Divine production. This is Larry Keating speaking for the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States and the Equitable Society's representative in your community. Tune in again next week at this same time when the Equitable Life Assurance Society will bring you another thrilling story from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The Swampland Pugetive on This Is Your FBI. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.