 Mr. District Attorney, starring David Bryan. Mr. District Attorney, champion of the people, defender of truth, guardian of our fundamental right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And it shall be my duty as District Attorney, not only to prosecute to the limit of the law all persons accused of crime, separated within this county, but to defend with equal vigor the rights and privileges of all its citizens. And now here is our star, David Bryan as Paul Garrick, Mr. District Attorney. A District Attorney knows that crime is not always a back alley thing. But even as a District Attorney, I was shocked at this case. He started a church bizarre and social in a large suburban house of worship. Well, well, what's a pretty girl like you doing out by your lounges? I was just lurking a minute. We were dancing down the basement. I hadn't just went to get me a bottle of soda. Ah, you don't need a rest. The office will be starting up again soon. Come on down with me. No, thank you. I think I'd rather wait for my husband. Ah, come on. You're just going to waste it in here. Well, please. I said I'd rather not. Ah, stop being coy. Come on. I told you, I don't want to do it with you. Come on, my arm, please. What's going on here? What's the matter? Ah, I was waiting for you. And I saw her sitting here alone and asked her to come downstairs and dance. And the left finger marks all over her arm looked like you asked for the rest. That's no harm done. You going to get hot about it? Take the soda bottle area. Mark down. I said take them. No, you want to repeat that question? Places. Probably full of friends of yours. I don't know anybody around here. I just have to drop in. Then why don't you just drop out? I knew you weren't a member of the church. Go ahead, get out before I call somebody and have you put out. All right. As long as you know you couldn't put me out alone, any time you want to try. Come to home. Come on, my. That time's a lot to turn up anyplace. Even a church supposed to... What to get about him? He's gone now. Thank you so much, yes. Look at what you're saying. Well, not from him. A little silly in here now after dancing, that's all. Where's that little blower jacket you bought? I left it out in the car. Well, I'd better go get it later. Is this a back seat? Okay, I'll find it. This is his. It's you. What were you doing over by those cars? Neither of me yours. I thought I told you to get out of here. You'd better watch them up, son. I'm alone. You'd follow me up? I didn't follow you. I came out to get my wife's jacket. Too bad she didn't come out to get her own jacket. She's kind of cute. Why don't you take off while you can still do it under your own power? You know why I asked her to dance? That she was giving me the eye. Why you... Come on now. Get up and get out of here. I thought you'd get away with that, huh? Take your gun. What do you think you're scaring? Put that knife away or I'll take it away from you. Take it. Like this. You'll... You'll never do that again, Mrs. All right, all right. Clear the way there. Let that car move. Hello, Arndon. Hello, Chief. Is that the body over there? Yep. Very greedy of the visions setting up a roadblock as it drove in. Yeah, I know. I gave him a description of a stranger who crashed this affair tonight. I heard it. I'm not very hopeful about it being picked up, though. He's had a two-hour start. I put the full up now as soon as I could. Took almost an hour to get Mrs. Rodgers in condition of thought. You see the dead man's life? Yeah. Can you see this happen? No, he was inside. He picked up order for the stranger in particular. Rodgers had trouble with him? There were just words. Nobody saw anything. The way I get it, he tried to get Mrs. Rodgers to dance with him. He didn't want to, but he was insistent. Rodgers came along, saw what was going on, and he ordered the public to leave. Only a few of them said? Yep. About 40 couples, a few stags, even the militant. He insisted on it. They made it easier for him. I figured you didn't find anything. My young fellas had ordinary pocket knives on them. Nothing that could have done this, though. But I could have been this someplace. How come you let your man come outside? See, if you felt he'd be able to take stuff. I thought about my best kids sleeping with thoughts. Oh, okay. Yeah, it's a pretty brutal stabbing, see? Yeah. I don't see how the killer could have managed this about getting some blood on himself and on his clothes. Did you take that during the take down? Yeah, just the hands. After all, it takes people. You know, I don't like it any better than you do, but it has to be done. It doesn't have time to dry by now. Anybody who had it on them might have tried to watch it out. You don't have to check on every suspicious looking stain. Okay, I got the names and addresses of all of them during the take. Good. You can use that as a checklist. Make sure nobody disappears since you got here. Better get them all inside. All right, everybody inside, folks. Everybody inside, please. What about the people with skin? Well, if there's three of them, they'll be all right here. It's real late. Better ask the men if there's any spare clothes around. We find these stains at call for lab analysis. A few of these people mightn't have anything to wear at home. Fab reports on that clothing, Mr. Gare. Well, thank you, Miss Miller. What are they find? Well, they're a while too in blood on one of the shirts. Excuse me. This is the training office. Miss Miller, keep there. Yes. Just got a lab report on the clothes, Arrington. There was blood on that white shirt. We lifted his belonging to Walter Miller. Did he the one that said his little boy had a nosebleed while they were driving the shirts? Yeah. We should be able to check it out right now, though. What was the blood type? What blood type on that, Miss Miller? Type O. Type O, Arrington. Well, this story looks great, then. It's funny. His with A.B. Everything seems funny to that stranger. You think Mrs. Rogers gave a good description? I think so. He's way she's known if he saw him again. Yeah, I'm going to have some photos for her to look at. I'll take a couple of hours. Want me to come in? No, you stay out there. I'll come out and meet you. You people listen to the people at the church? Right in my pocket. Well, you let them go too soon because of that children. I want to question the ones who live closest to the church the time we're looking for, before last night. Well, you might have come for them to be disabled at all, right? Some people left on foot when we released them. Oh, it's second. Wait for me at the intersection of Ridge Drive and Crescent Avenue. I'll be there in a half hour. Do you have a copy of the suspect's description, Miss Miller? Yes, sir. Put it under the photo gallery. I want copies of blood shots of all known criminals who fit that description. Especially the ones who are too free with a knife. What do I do when I get to the assembly? Have a squad, Todd. Bring them out to me. Watch that house number again, Chief. Brubaker? I'm excited. Herbert Brubaker. 447 Elm. 447? He's a corner house up there. The man is mowing the lawn. Yeah. Yeah, that's him. I remember him from last night. I hope he's more helping the last five or six of them. Mr. Brubaker! Hello. I'm glad to see you, fellas. As a matter of fact, I was just thinking you're folding the police station. What about? You got some information on the Rogers case? Well, no. Well, it's something I guess I shouldn't even be bothering you with right now while you're concerned with that killing. But, well, a couple of things were stolen out of my car while we were at the church. What things, Mr. Brubaker? No, no, no, nothing like that. An electric hedge clipper and a pair of prunies here. You sure those things were taken while you were at church? No place else they could have been taken. Hardware store was the last stop we made before we went to the church. I put them on the back seat. This morning they weren't there. The guy we're looking for left the place just before Rogers went outside. Rogers might have surprised him going through Brubaker's car. That's possible, Mr. Garrick. More to Rogers' car was in Parkmore than 20 feet from mine last night. Yeah, unless these heads, but those prunies here, it won't be easy to trace. Yeah, maybe we'll get some other complaints. If ever those people don't always complain. Come on, Honda. Goodbye, Brubaker. Well, what are you gonna... Hey, what about squad cars cruising down the street the other side? Do you want it? All of the photos I want Mrs. Rogers to look at. Get them and then give them the list of names you've got and tell them to rust them back to Miss Miller as fast as you can. I'll get her on a radio phone and give her instructions. Right. Unit 1 to Central. Central to Unit 1, go ahead, 1. This is Mr. Garrick, Sergeant. I want to be connected to my office. Stand by. This is Danny's office. The squad car is bringing you a list of names. I want your entire switchboard on this. Call everybody on the list. Send if they had anything stolen from their cars last night. Make them check and call back. I want a complete report. I'll expect an answer while I'm seeing Mrs. Rogers. You can reach me at the county morgue. Yes, sir. Here you are, Chief. Here's a mug shot. But if the killer isn't in this batch, I'm afraid he's gonna be hard to find. Well, we may catch him in the way he needs to expect. How's that? By catching a thief first. A man had been brutally murdered in the church parking lot. The available evidence pointed to a stranger none of the congregation had ever seen before. I ordered crime gallery shots of all possible suspects, and Harrington and I took them to the county morgue for possible identification by the victim's wife. How about this one, Mrs. Rogers? No. This? This is the last one. That's not needed. I guess that does it, honey. The man we were after isn't a known criminal. Not in this state, anyhow. Could I... Could I go back to my husband's house? I want to be near him and laugh at... I haven't seen him in 90 years yet. Next month would have been our first anniversary. Yeah, there's nothing we can do for it, Chief. Let's get back to the office. Young bride like that. Nice future that killer loves her. There's only one thing we can do about it. What? Make sure his future isn't any better. But I tried to reach you at the morgue. They said you were on your way back. Well, did you complete that phone check? Yeah, well, but two people who must be out for the day. Let's talk about something, though. Clark came to about five minutes ago for a man named Arthur Purniz Jr. He was at the church last night. Something missing from his car? Yes, a lady's wristwatch. It was brand new. He bought it yesterday for his girl's birthday. That's it. It's going to help, Chief. Right. I don't think so. The man we were after doesn't sound like he'd have a girl of his own. You asked Mr. Purniz if the serial number of the watch was on his fail set? Yes, there it is. Serial 774-372-L. You're at it, Cindy. He took the watch last night, so there isn't much of a chance that he could have unloaded it yet. By opening time tomorrow morning, I went every porn broker and jeweler within a hundred miles of here on the lookout for anybody trying to sell a porn or watch for that serial number. I'll take it down to the telecom room right now. Well, when you're finished, meet me in the record room. But the guy we're after hasn't got a record. Well, not that we know about. I'm looking for something else. All right, Charlie. Put that back to cards through again with the new electric code. Well, look around the wires. What are those you're running? Open files, unsolved cases of petty theft, especially things taken from cars and parking lots where there's no attendant on duty. There must be plenty of cases like that. The same man wouldn't be responsible for all of them. No, but I'm beginning to get a definite pattern on some of them. Look at these notes. Part of a radio stolen from a car a week before our last. A YWCA dance to Ellison and Mrs. Freed. Same night, same place. A man answering the description of our stranger got in an argument with a coffee shop counterman. Pulled a knife on him. Didn't use it though because a proud car came by and he ran. Hey, that's good. Oh, here's another one. Dirt, social and dance. A month ago at Walton Beach with Mrs. Freed. Dance committee ordered man to leave because he had been bothering women. Again, the same description. Cars and a parking lot had been looted. That sounds like our boy all right, but we still don't know who he is. There's something we do know though. Come here. Look at this county map. Now, last night he was here in West Haven. Week before last, here in Ellison. A month ago here at Walton Beach. All suburban areas in the northwest section of the county. It means he must be living or working in that area someplace. Well, that's the area I went to. Those are small communities, though, Chief, and he was a stranger in all three places. Unless, of course. Yes. Well, this section here, right in the middle of the circle. Are those hills? Yeah. The amusement park and the summer camps are there. They're close to the season. No, not entirely. Skeleton maintenance crew, watchmen, trams looking for a place to hold up. You're sure about that? Yeah. I worked up there when I was a kid. Old couple run a general store there all year round. Reb and Jenny Watson. Mm-hmm. All right. Let's put storage out in the three places I've designated. What about paradise hills? We'll take that ourselves. The amusement park and camp area is just up ahead, Chief. We can leave the car at Watson Store. Walk around. It doesn't look like a store. There's probably too much business up here this time of year. Well, I guess the year round people must give Watkins enough trade to keep going. Just him and the old lady. They don't need much to get by. Oh, that. That's the place now. And she's caught his car from the shed behind it. Yeah. Camp maintenance crew's again. Hey, chilly. Mm-hmm. Man, it'll feel good to get inside. Is there anybody here? Oh, what can I do for you? The land. The land. The land. Well, hello, Mrs. Watkins. I didn't know if you'd remember me. Of course, I remember you. You said she was the best help we ever had. He hasn't changed. She's the best I've ever had, too. Oh, well, Mrs. Watkins, sir. This is my teeth, Mr. Gallagher. This is the clinic. Okay. I'm glad to know you. My pleasure, Mrs. Watkins. Is there anybody around, Mrs. Watkins? Oh. He's just playing on his dial, Mrs. Watkins. But he drove over to the elder than not ten minutes ago to go to the doctor. He's tired of curging. Oh, that's too bad. Is he back to supper? He can stay. He's the most very welcome. We might have to. It depends on whether or not you can help us. Somebody here can help us, all right. What is it, Chief? Come over here and take a look on this souvenir showcase. Yeah. Brand-new wristwatch. Doesn't seem to be in keeping with the rest of the merchandise you're stocking, Mrs. Watkins. Well, it ain't regular stock. We haven't gotten to get it. I'd keep it if you want it. Well, we want to know where your husband got it. Where did he come from, Mrs. Watkins? Well, I read and took at me to some of the fellow women's bills here. Well, what's his name? Well, Cox's last name. I don't know his first one. Well, I don't stole any of this. Well, we can tell you that in a minute. Get it out of the showcase, I think. You got a record of the serial number? Yes. 774-372L. Try the back of the case, y'all. Serial number check. This is a watch painted bought for his girl. Cox's a boy, all right. He did get in trouble about this. He had to know what he was knowing. And Cox could have robbed us, too. Where can we find Cox? Did he work in here someplace? No, no, he don't. He just saved one of the captains up by the boy's camp near the ridge. Watchman's gonna throw him out to cop give him a portable radio. Yeah, well, I got that. Hey, where you got everything else? He's getting dark, I think. We better get up there. Yeah. Well, uh, say hello to this boy, Mrs. Martin. Now, don't you want to know what Cox looks like? Thanks, but that's something we already know. We'll need a statement from you later. It is a camp. Oh, man. It doesn't seem to be dark. Mm-hmm. Oh, smoke coming from any of the chimney pipes here. You suppose he could have made a run for it? Well, if he'd find a better hideout than this, see. Look. What? What? Oh, there, a couple of rocks. Just a couple of lights. Come on. What are you doing? Waking up something? That's still a man. What does that sound like? He shot me with a knife and came for a rock. The devil's no one. I've got him covered. He's wise, Pete. He can't be helped now. We want to talk to you! About what? About a church social you crashed last night, Mr. Karp. He's stuck behind the rock, Pete. Check out him. That's a rifle he's got in there. I know it. Listen, Karp, the only way you can get out of there is to come right toward it. If you try to climb over the rock, that fire will light you up like a duck in a shooting gallery. We can't move either, Chief. We can wait for the fire to go out, if we let him wait. Got a little trick we'd like to show you, Karp? Alright, I can fire a shot right into the opening between the rocks. I can't see anything to fire it. You hear that, ricochet, Karp? If we keep bouncing shots off those rocks, one of those ricochets might find you, Mr. Give me another one. Don't mind that compliment. Throw that rifle out and follow it with your hands up. Or I'll have a Tommy Gunn plan bigger drop that rock within 15 minutes. A rifle first. Heave it. I wonder where we got that rifle. That's easy. Some hunter's car, some place. I don't know what you guys want with me. I haven't done anything. Well, good. We got a whole jail full of innocent people. You'll love meeting them. Now drop your hands and I'll put these on. Hang them. Stop that knife. Come on. Come on. Leave me alone. Good thing you grabbed him, Steve. I didn't even see that way. The way you had it on him. To prove you. Another second at the head of between your ribs. Second can make a big difference, Karp. You'll find that out the day the state stops you in the chair. Shove off, Mr. You've got a long trip ahead. 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