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Healthful, refreshing, delicious. Oh, uh, Ash has got a birthday. Oh, yeah, Tuesdays. Mm-hmm. You ought to get him something, huh? Sure. What? I don't know. I hadn't thought about it. He's got to watch, hadn't he? Yeah. May I have your attention, please? Maybe a sweater or something. Yeah, I'll get it with you later. I'll get a side of the wire in the audience room. 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'll see will be numbered. I'll call off a number of their name and charge. If you have any questions or identifications, please remember the number of signs of the prisoners I call his name. If you're sure or not too sure of the suspect, have him held. The questions I ask these suspects are merely to get a natural tone of voice, so do not pay too much attention to their answers as they often lie. All right, bring on the line. Okay, keep it moving right over here at the end of the stage. I'll turn and face front, hands at your sides. Now when I call out your number, step out and face the room. I want you to talk up so everyone can hear you. It's a big room. There are a lot of people out there, so talk right up. All right, number one, Warren Gilman, robbery. Keep your head up, Warren. Where do you live? Maine and Broadway. What is that, a hotel? Yeah, it's a hotel. What's the name of the hotel? The Fillmore. Well, they've been there a couple of days. How long have you been in town? A couple of months. But yeah, two or three months. You with anybody when you're arrested? Yeah, the guy who was sticking up. Any weapons? What do you think I was sticking them up with my finger? I'll ask the questions, Warren. Sorry. Any weapons? Yeah. What were they? Just one, just a gun. Okay, what kind of a gun? What caliber? What 38? What making color? Chrome or blue steel? Make a smitten western, I think, with blue steel. You, uh, always wear glasses, Warren? Yeah, except when I go to bed. I wouldn't suggest you be quite so funny in court tomorrow. Sorry. Step back. Number two, Barney Babbot, robbery. Stand up, Barney. I am. Well, raise your head a little. As it goes, I got arthritis. Better see a doctor. Right now? We got nothing but comedians tonight. No offense, pardon me. You're arrested with anybody, Barney? No, I pulled it along. Any weapons? You ever heard of a shoplifter carrying a gun? Just answer the question. I didn't have no weapons. Where do you live, Barney? East Side River Street. Where on the river? The Atlas. Hotel? I guess so. What do you mean, you guess so? Ben. Oh, hi, Ashley. Can I see you? I'm sure. What's up? Small, just called in. Hit and run. A woman. How is she? Dead. Hi, Doc. Hello, Ben. How long do you think? Oh, I'd say she was killed instantly, about 45 minutes ago, maybe 50. 15? Well, that'll make it around 7 o'clock. She was hit over there and dragged here, 58 feet exactly. Then the car was driving in the wrong side of the street. Yeah, then the car backed away. See those tire marks? Maybe you turn, and went in the opposite direction. Any identifications, well? Stuff in your handbags, get it all over the street. Here's a sale slip for some kind of a green dress, maybe the one she's got on. Maybe a dress on it. Mrs. Albert Lobdow, 1980, 74th Street. That's only a couple of blocks away. Okay, Doc. You can take it away. All right. Anything else? Several pieces of glass from broken headlight. That's about all. Any witnesses? Nobody saw or heard anything, but a woman over here says she knew the victim, Mrs. Judson. Uh, this is Mrs. Judson, ma'am. She discovered the body and made the report. I was never so shocked in my born days like I thought I was going to faint. Tell the lieutenant what you told me, Mrs. Judson. Well, I was on my way home from the drug store when I saw her lying there all. Well, I got so scared, I almost ran all the way back to the store and called the police. We don't have a phone. I didn't know who she was then, Mr. Dark around here. You, her neighbor, ma'am? Well, I tried to be. What do you mean? Well, Mrs. Lobdell wasn't a very sociable woman. There aren't many houses around here, as you can see, and the few of us that live here ought to be friends. What do you think Mrs. Lobdell was doing here? I tried to make friends with her, like a good neighbor should, but she wasn't much for being sociable like. What do you think she was doing out here two blocks from where she lives? Well, going to the drug store, same as I was, likely. You always use this route? All of us out this way do. It's a shortcut. I see. Bus stops at the drug store, too. Maybe she was going somewhere. She was all dressed up in a new outfit. She told me only yesterday. Now, that's when she bought it, that it was the first new clothes she bought since she got married. Has she just been married? Oh, no, no. They got married about six months ago. They should do something about street lights here. Well, thank you, ma'am. We'll report that. Give you the creeps around here. He wouldn't think you lived in a big city. Well, thanks very much. Poor husband. He's the one that gets my sympathy. Yes, ma'am. Kind of like him. He was more friendly than she was. Yes, thank you very much, Mrs. Is there anything else you want to know? We'll get in touch with him. That officer has my address. We don't have a phone. Yes, thank you again. Small. As soon as you can, get those pieces of broken headlight down to the lab. Going over to see the husband? Yeah. You check in with Central. I go tell him. Right. Mr. Lobdell? Yes, what is it? I'm Lieutenant Guthrie, police department. Please. May I come in? I'd like to talk to you a minute. Well, don't understand. Please. It'll be easy to talk inside, Mr. Lobdell. Oh, all right. Please, sit down. Thank you. Let me clean this place up a little. I have bad habit of scattering the paper all over the floor when I'm reading. Alice, my wife raises the roof. That's why I'm here, Mr. Lobdell. I'm about your wife. My wife? What do you mean? She's had an accident. Alice in an accident? When did you last see her? Well, I imagine it must have been an hour ago. What is it, Lieutenant? What's happened? Do you know where she was going? Of course I know. She went to the drug store to get some medicine for a cold. Was she wearing a green dress? Yeah, I think she was. I still don't see her. I just want to be sure. Well, where is she? Your wife's dead, Mr. Lobdell. I'm sorry. What? Hit and run, two blocks from here. Dead? We found a handbag and your neighbor, Mrs. Jensen, identified it. Oh, no. Oh. I hate to tell you like this. And, Mr. Lobdell? Yes? Something burning? Burning? It smells like something's burning, maybe in your kitchen. Oh, yes. I guess she left the fire on. She was coming right back. I'll get it. Oh, I'm sorry. It's all right. Burn yourself? I should have known better. I better use something to pick it up. Soup. She put on the soup for dinner. You'd better put some butter or something on that hand. That's all right. Oh. Can I see her, Lieutenant? We're one on identification. They took her downtown. Uh-huh. Yes? Oh, it's Sergeant Asher. He's with me. How do you do? Ben, I just got a call. The hit and run was picked up. The person who killed it? Only the car. We haven't got the drive yet. Headlight smash and the fuse. Where? In the rear of an old shack near Harbour and Yokum. Registered owner is a guy named Parkus. Lives on Doggan Street about two miles from where he ditched the car. All right. We'll go over. What should I do? If you want to go downtown, you may. Ask for Sergeant Cargan. Sergeant Cargan? Yeah. Well, thank you, Mr. Lobdill. I'm sorry about this. Yeah. Yeah. I'd better get my coat. Good night. Good night. Good night. How do you take it? Pretty good. 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Did you check it? No, I called it. Then you hadn't found it. Old squad of police. Not one of you guys knows anything about it. And it takes a little time, Mr. Parkus. In the old model like that, I suppose you people don't consider it important. Now, with one of those sleeves there, thank you. We've found your car, Mr. Parkus. Why didn't you say so? You didn't give me a chance. I'll get it. Well, where is it? Look, I'd like to have my car if you don't mind. I'd like to talk to you about your car, if you don't mind. What do you want to talk for? Just bring it over. I get it stolen. I want it back. What do you got to talk for? I get stolen every cop in the city wants to order convention. Excuse me, that was traffic, Ben. Now, Mr. Parkus reported it's stolen, all right? Sure it is. I told you I did. Now, what time was it reported? 7.35. Look, you're satisfied. Now, can I have my car? And not yet, Mr. Parkus. Where were you driving at 7 o'clock? I wasn't driving anywhere at 7 o'clock. I don't see that it's any old business anyhow. What happens to be police business when a woman is killed by your car? What you getting at? About half an hour before you reported your car stolen, a woman was killed by a hit-and-run driver. We have proof it was your car. But you can't pin it on me. Mr. Parkus, we're not trying to pin anything on you. We'd just like to know what you were doing at 7 o'clock. Somebody steal my car and report it to the police. Excuse me! Nobody's accusing you of anything. We just want some information. What are you looking at, Sergeant? A whiskey bottle. So, it's a whiskey bottle. Cool off, Mr. Parkus. And the man drinking his own house? Sure, I had a few drinks. It doesn't make me drunk. And you tell us what you were doing at 7 o'clock? You didn't ask me what I was doing. You asked me what I was driving. I answered that question. Okay, Mr. Parkus. What were you doing? Playing pinocchio. The game was over. I went out to get my car. I saw it was gone. That's what I called the police. Who were you playing with? A friend of mine, Joe Bacicallupi. Mine are we calling? Go ahead, call him. Oh, what's his number? Northridge, five, six. I won't do any good. He won't be home. That's why we broke up the game early. He said he had to go to Kalvendale. He won't be back till tomorrow. You know where we can reach him in Kalvendale? No, he didn't tell me. I didn't ask him. Oh, it's too bad you didn't ask him. What do you mean? We're going to have to take you in, Mr. Parkus, till your friend can verify your story. What's the lab report on the Parkus car? Fingerprints all below the Parkus. Lend them the seat matches the jacket he's got on. Morning, Klein. Uh, this is Parkus's friend. His name is... What did you say his name was? Bacicallupi, Giuseppe Giovanni Bacicallupi. Yeah, well, this is Lieutenant Guthrie. Everybody call me Joe. Have a seat, Joe. Yes, you got to sit down there. You know Mr. Parkus? Oh, sure, sure, I know him. What's the matter with Parkus? He got a trouble? Well, we don't know him. That's what we're trying to find out. Parkus, he got a temper just like a 60-while cat. Now, he's a good man, see. Were you with him yesterday? Sure, Mike. We play pinocchio. All the time I beat him, he gets so mad, he can't see the cards. What time do you start playing? Well, once, maybe five o'clock. Five o'clock. Do you remember when you finished the game and left the house? Well, I think maybe half past seven o'clock. How did you know it was half past seven? Well, it's important I go to Calvendale, see. I tell Parkus, he gets mad and he says we play one more time. I look at my watch, he says half past seven o'clock. He called my name, smile. I laugh when I go juice in the sand. Well, thank you, Joe. I guess that'll be all. My Parkus, he's okay? Yeah, yeah, I think he'll be okay. Oh, that's good, because Parkus is a nice man. I look at him, Joe. That seems to take care of Parkus, Ben. Yeah, sounds up the alibi. Think I'll run out and see Millican. Who's Millican? Lobdell's boss, Millican Audit and Company. He's a bookkeeper there. Oh, you got something? I don't know. You want me to come along? No, uh, well, I'm going to get out of Warren and search Lobdell's house, take cargo with you. Okay. On Asher, when you wait back, stop at the grocery store and get me a couple of cans of tomato soup. What? Get them two cans of tomato soup. Oh, sure. Two cans of soup, right away. Lobdell's been with us for over 20 years. Can't picture him getting into any trouble, Lieutenant. No, we don't know whether he did or not, Mr. Millican. I, uh, I wish you wouldn't tell him anything about our talk. Oh, yes, of course. Did he drink or gamble or anything like that? No, not to my knowledge. Well, thank you. I'm sorry to take your time. Wait a moment, Lieutenant. I do recall an incident that occurred about two weeks ago. Yes, sir. One day, Lobdell asked me if he could stay and work that night. He said he wanted to clean up some account that had been piling up. How do I think that he seemed a little nervous when he asked me? Was it unusual for him to work late? No, no, it wasn't that. He worked late many times. I mentioned it only because of what happened later. Oh, what was that? Well, Mrs. Millican and I went to the movies that night and we got out rather late. Those double features run off along. It was close to midnight and we had parked near the star apartments. Mm-hmm. Well, just as I was about to drive away, I noticed Lobdell going into the building with a woman. My wife's the one who really called my attention to them. She said, look, Henry, there's another woman with that sleek poodle haircut. May I ever see Lobdell with this woman before? No, no, I never did, Lieutenant. But I've seen the woman before. She's a secretary at Valentine Broddox, one of our accounts. I noticed her on a couple of visits I made there. Uh, not a bad look at woman. Well, thank you very much. What makes women go in for fans like that? Like what? For those crazy haircuts. I wouldn't know, Mr. Millican. I gave up trying to figure women long ago. I'd like to talk to the manager. I'm Lieutenant Guthrie Police Department. That would be Mr. Valentine. You heard it? Mr. Valentine is the Lieutenant Guthrie from the police department to see you. Send him in. You may go right in, Lieutenant. That second door on the left. Thank you. Come in, Lieutenant. Thank you. Have a seat. What can I do for you? You, uh, have a young lady here. I don't know her name, but she, uh, she has a poodle haircut. Sounds like Miss Parkinson. Mind if I have a couple of minutes with her? Well, Lieutenant, not in trouble, is she? No, but she might be a witness in a hit-and-run case. Oh? Is there some place where I could talk to her in private? Well, yes, indeed. You can use the office next door. And that'll be fine. Miss Parkinson. Yes, sir? This is Lieutenant Guthrie from the police. He'd like a word with you. How do you do, Miss Parkinson? Hello. You can go in that office. Please sit down, Miss Parkinson. What is this about? Well, there's nothing to worry about, Miss. You might help us get some information. Uh, do you know Albert Lobdome? Why, yes. For long? Oh, three, four months. Been seeing him often? Well, I guess so. Why? Was it serious between you? Yes. Well, he was serious, anyway. Now, how do you mean? Oh, we were going to be married and... And... And what, Miss Parkinson? Oh, we were going away. Maybe to Florida. And when did you figure on getting married? We had no date set. Pretty soon, he said. Soon as he had some important business cleaned up, but... I still don't understand. What's this all about? His wife was killed by a hit-and-run car, Miss Parkinson. His wife? Didn't you know Lobdome was married? Certainly I didn't know. What a dirty little pipsqueak. Anything else you want to tell me? That cheating, measly run. Married all the time. He isn't anymore. He made a big play for me. Said he made some smart investments. Soon as he cashed in, we'd get married and go away. Well, you certainly got some information. Hello, Ben. Hi. Hello, Carger. Hi, Ben. Here's your tomato soup. You owe me 36 cents. Oh, thanks. Empty the coffee pot, will you, Pete? Bring it in here with a hot plate. Yeah, all right. How'd you make out at Lobdome's house? Well, this is all we could find. Bankbook, pink slip for his car and this insurance policy. 60 dollars and 14 cents. Not much of a balance. He hit the ceiling when we slapped a search warrant on him. When we got through, he insisted on coming with us. Said he was going to make you explain. Was very accommodating of him. He's waiting downstairs. Here you are, Ben. Well, hook it up over there. Then open these cans and put the soup on. Thank you. Take a look at that insurance policy. Lobdome got so as a goat when I turned that up. Oh, well, this is on her life, not his. Only $5,000 policy. It's dated five months ago, soon after they got married. Mm-hmm, clause number six. In case of death by accident, the beneficiary to this part. Ah, they never learn. There's a double indemnity clause here that pays Lobdome $50,000. And about wraps and what? Yeah, just about. Hello, doc. This is Guthrie, that hitman on case of Lobdome woman. Is there any way to tell if she had a cold? Yeah, yeah, we can tell. I mean, it isn't too late. No, the symptoms will still be there. Thanks. Well, let me know, will you? Call your eyepatch. The soup's getting hot, Ben. Oh, it's fine. Shall I turn it off? No, let it boil over. What cooking school did you learn that at? The Lobdome School. Guthrie. The boys had already made tests, and they found nothing to indicate a cold. Not even a sniffle? Not the slightest vest if you have a cold. You can sip it in or otherwise. Sorry to disappoint you. Thanks, doc. You're not disappointing me at all. Bring Lobdome in, Pete. I'm outraged. What's the meaning of having my home searched? Please sit down, Mr. Lobdome. I insist on seeing my lawyer. Why do you think you need a lawyer? Only to see that my rights are protected. You can see all the lawyers you want. Have a seat, Mr. Lobdome. Your concern over my welfare is very touching. Lieutenant is a private citizen. I demand it. As a private citizen, you're entitled to legal counsel. I'm very well aware of that. Sergeant Asher says you didn't want to call your lawyer. I decided against it. After all, I'm not under arrest, or am I? Certainly not. How do you account for your high-handed methods searching my home, piling into my personal papers? I'm sure you're as concerned as we are, Mr. Lobdome, in finding the person who killed your wife. Of course I am. I thought you'd already found him. No. We found the car, but the owner of the car was not in it when it struck your wife. That's odd. It doesn't make sense. Oh, yes, it does. Up to a point. Car was stolen. Stolen? Whoever stole the car might have either killed her by accident or something else might have happened. What else could have happened? People have been known to commit suicide, that thing. Well, I see. I hadn't thought of that possibility. Tell me, you think she might have wanted to do away with herself? Well, she was... There were times when she seemed morbid. Were you happy together? Oh, we certainly were. Your neighbors don't think so, Mr. Lobdome. You mean that nosy Mrs. Judson? What did your wife do before you were married? She worked as a waitress at a town. What I was cooking on that burn is beginning to boil over. Yeah, it is, isn't it? You want me to get it? Oh, let it go. It'll boil over and run your rupture, and you turn it off. It's tomato soup, Mr. Lobdome. It is. There it goes. Okay, turn it off. Now, watch your hand. Don't pick up the part you'll get burned like I did. Oh, sure, it stinks up the office. Well, eight minutes, Mr. Lobdome. I beg your pardon? Tomato soup. Takes about eight minutes to boil. Huh, so what? That tomato soup I burned my hand on. When did you put it on the fire? Why didn't my wife did? I told you that when you asked me before. Yeah. What's this all about? Oh, I got a little corny. Guess I've been reading too many dime novels. I wanted to know how long it took that soup on your stove to boil. I wanted to break your alibi. Break my... Your wife was killed more than an hour before that soup boiled over. I don't know anything about that. I'm not a cook. Your wife couldn't have put it on the stove before she went out. You're under arrest, Mr. Lobdome. On that kind of evidence? You said last night that Mrs. Lobdome would go into the drugstore to get some cold medicines. That's what she said. The coroner's report showed no sign of a cold. Oh, so why? Asher, bring in the lady, will you? Yes. How much longer does this go on? Not long. There's someone I want you to meet. Can I smoke? Sure. Go ahead. Helen, hey, what are you doing here? What do you think, you lying little runt? Take it easy. Easy my eye. That's the big shot. He was well fixed. We were going to be married. Oh, Helen, please. What about it, Lobdome? Yeah. What about it? All right. I killed her. Take him down to the stenographer, Pete. Remember, friends, Wrigley's spearmint chewing gum refreshes you. Wrigley's spearmint chewing gum gives you real chewing enjoyment. The lively, full-bodied flavor of Wrigley's spearmint cools your mouth, freshens your taste, sweetens your breath. The smooth, pleasant chewing of Wrigley's spearmint helps keep you feeling relaxed and satisfied, makes whatever you're doing more enjoyable. Yes, for refreshment plus chewing enjoyment, treat yourself often to Wrigley's spearmint chewing gum. Millions enjoy it daily. Get a few packages and always keep some handy. That's Wrigley's spearmint chewing gum. Healthful, refreshing, delicious. The lineup, or before you pass the innocent, the vagrant, the thief, the murderer. Listen again next week when the makers of Wrigley's spearmint chewing gum again bring you the lineup. May I have 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. The lineup, starring Bill Johnston as Lieutenant Ben Guthrie with Jack Moyle as Sergeant Pete Cogger, was written by Joel Steele and edited by Blake Edwards with music by Eddie Dunstetter. Featured in tonight's cast were High Everback, John McIntyre, Dick Ryan, Peter Leeds, Dave Young, Jay Novello, Virginia Gregg, Bob Griffin, and Jeanette Nolan. The lineup was transcribed in Hollywood by Jaime Del Valle. 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