 Listenin' enjoyment, John Lund as... Hello? Hello, Shaw, sorry? Oh, yes, Mr. Shaw. Our company holds your policy. I met Judith Thompson. Uh, she was killed. How? Somebody shot her. You'll have to go to Los Angeles. I'll book space right away. Well, down to the office as soon as you can, and I'll give you the details. Shaw and a shame, and I'm yours. You'll return to our program in a moment. But first, I'd like to say a few words about jamming. And I don't mean mothers prefer. During wartime, it has frequently been the practice of an enemy country to jam our radio communication. That is, to come into our broadcasting with broadcasting of their own so that our radio messages cannot be received with any degree of clarity. There was a time when our civilian radio broadcasts were jammed too, unintentional though it was. As you can imagine, it was quite a mess. And still could be. Can you imagine what would happen today if there was no coordination among our many radio and TV stations? Or if the telephone companies didn't cooperate? When radio broadcasting first began in our country, each station shows its own call letter, power, and spot on the dial. It wasn't long before two or three stations would try to come in on the same spot, and the poor listener couldn't understand a thing he heard. So to get things organized, the Federal Communications Commission was born. Licenses were issued to each station and to qualified operating engineers. The same thing now applies to TV stations. Today, a radio or a TV station may request certain call letters, and if no one else has them, the call letters are issued. But power and the spot on the dial are restricted by laws of nature, and the FCC engineers don't have much choice in what they tell the station operator he can or cannot do. With the telephone and telegraph, however, the situation is different. The FCC makes sure the rates are fair, both to the company and to the consumer, and that all of the independent companies work together so that someone in Japan or Germany, for example, can call someone else in New York with practically no delay or trouble. So the next time you pick up a stateside broadcast loud and clear or hear everything your family says to you over the telephone, just remember that you have the Federal Communications Commission to thank. I'm going to investigate a Johnny Dollar to Home Office National Service Insurance Company in Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Black Doll matter. Let's account item one, $189.95. Plain fare and incidentals to Los Angeles, California. I arrived at 10 o'clock in the morning of the 12th. I went directly to Hollywood, but I registered at the Wentworth Hotel. Then proceeded to Central Division homicide under Lieutenant Brickford. I got a stereotype this morning that you were coming, Donald. I suppose you'd give me all the help I can. I'll be glad to have it. Can you tell me something about the dead woman? Well, shot once for the 38th in the chest. Two between one and two. Night before last. Any suspects? We've been checking on the people she knew. Couple, Mr. and Mrs. Lyon, a girlfriend, Ms. June Fishin. She'd seen her during the day, but can't tell us very much. The Lyons hadn't seen her for several days. They couldn't give us any reason why someone might kill her. We've got some warnings. We've got to run down. Boyfriend, the William Karns, worked for the Denton Aircraft and test pilot. Girlfriend says Karns and the dead girl started seeing each other about two weeks ago, but she didn't believe it was anything particular. She was killed on her apartment. Yeah, killed around her by a back door on the screen, but it wasn't robbery. Nothing was touched. Somebody just walked in and killed her. Well, that's the way it looks. Lyon hasn't come up with anything that will help so far. No plans. They got the bullet, but we need the gun. What did she do with that, Lyon? Well, that's something we still got to find out. We were pretty sure she went out. There were some clothes on the chair, spikes on the coat. Yeah. What about this boyfriend? I was going out to talk to him this morning. I wanted to check on him first. Pilots in the last war. Went to work for Timkin right after he was discharged and seemed like a pretty solid citizen. A lot of citizens are pretty solid until they kill somebody. You want to run out to field with me? You don't mind. Well, not a bit. Give me somebody to talk to. 25 minutes later, we were driving to the gate at Timkin Aircraft. A long, low line of gray buildings. I saw planes sitting on the starting line. A bullet-shaped jet with stubby, swept-back wings. Inside the main building, we were shown into Mr. Rudolph Timkin's big presidential office. Hello, gentlemen. Which is Lieutenant Rickford? I am Tim, and this is Mr. Darlin. Ah, please familiar. What can I do for you? Well, we'd like to talk to one of your pilots, Mr. Timkin. William Kahn. Bill? Well, certainly, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while. I'm getting ready to take up the XR-200. Is that the jet I saw on the line? Yes, it's a beauty. Thank you. We think it's the best. Hey, if you'd like to come out on the field, this test isn't security. The last two years, we've been under wraps, but since we got the budget out, the Army's given us a contract. Would you like to watch? Oh, sure would. Timkin took us out on the field, and we watched the jet take off and climb toward the west. It circled, climbing until it was out of sight. The sun was warm on our faces. Finally, we saw it. There he comes. Can't even hear him. He's traveling faster than sound. But do you fly, Mr. Daly? Only when I've got an expensive gun. How fast would you say he's going? You'd be very surprised, Lieutenant. Even the Army was. Impressed? Yeah. I'll stick to being a cop. He's in his turn now. He's coming in the crossfield. He's even longer. The President of Timkin's office. The President of Timkin's aircraft gave orders for cons to report as soon as he could. And about 20 minutes later, the young pilot was shown in. Timkin introduced us, and then left. What can I do for you, Lieutenant? Just a few questions. Do you know Miss Judith Thompson? Yeah, what's wrong? She's dead. Somebody killed her. Killed her? Don't you read the papers, Bill? She was killed the night before last. What did you do the night before last? Stayed home. Any way of proving it? Well, no. I live alone. I just stayed in. You don't think I killed her? You've known her for about two weeks, haven't you? Yeah, I guess it's been about two weeks. She's a nice kid, awfully nice kid. Sorry about that. And you stayed home the night of the tents. That's right. All night? Find out sooner or later. No. I wasn't her. I took her out the night of the tents. But look, honest, I had nothing to do with it. Why'd you lie about it? Because I'm married. No, we're not living together. We're separated, my wife's living in Chicago now with her folks. I always kind of hoped we'd get back together, but if I got mixed up in a killing, you got mixed up the night you took Judith Thompson out. But I was lonesome. Judy was a pretty kid. I saw her about six times in two weeks. It helped. But I'm in love with my wife. I've always been in love with her. You can understand it, can't you? Sure. The night of the tents, where did you and Judy go? To the beach. Went down on the pier and played the concession. When did you get home? I guess about 11.30 or so. You're somewhere about that time, 11.30 or so. You go at home? Yeah. Right home. That's true. Anything happened during the evening? Anything unusual? Unusual? Anybody following you? No. Judy seemed nervous or anything? No, she was fine. She wasn't that nervous or anything? Okay. Is that all? Yeah, for now. We'll talk to you again. All right, but I sure wish you wouldn't sell the paper. Cuttle the paper? What about me? Being the one who took her out that night? It would finish me for good with my wife. I would never chance a family doesn't like me as it is. Why did you and your wife split up? My job. I don't really blame her. It's not for a woman to sit around the house and her old man is flying and stuff. What am I going to do? I guess I love flying about as much as I do my wife. Just keep hoping she'll understand and... Nah, I don't know, it's the best. Well, we'll see you later. Okay, have a time. Nice meeting you, Mr. Dollar. Nice meeting you. I'm located in Tempton. We thanked him for his cooperation. Then went out to the car. We were about to drive away when Joe Carnes ran out of the building. I doubt if it means anything. In fact, I forgot all about it until just a minute ago. Something about the other night? Yeah. Well, I mean we got him up here on a flight. I found out he had a fight. A fight? Yeah, that's a shooting guy. I spent about two dollars knocking down fights and winning coupons. When I got done, Judy wanted one of the dolls. You know, that's a class surprise. Yeah, that's what a big black one is about to speak. And the guy wouldn't give it to me. You got no fight with him? No, it's done, yeah. It's far enough coupons for the doll, but he said it wasn't a prize. I said what he got it up on the shelf for. Judy wanted it, so I finally made him give it to me. Then we had to fight him for it. I hate to be happy like that. I know it was much, but it was kind of strange. Of course, I don't know what it could have to do with Judy. Well, you never know. She takes the doll home with her? Yeah, sure. And a lot of other things, you know. It was kind of tough. Okay, Bill, thanks a lot. Sure. See you later. Yeah. She took the doll home with her? In the apartment? No. You got it all over the dress? Scatters, yeah. But no big black doll. Black one. That is funny. The highest office in our land, the presidency of the United States. Can you guess the name of this man? According to historians, no other single man ever did as much for a country as this president did for the United States. After a brilliant military career, he was called from retirement to preside at a federal convention in Philadelphia where he was unanimously chosen president. He was also unanimously re-elected for a second term but refused to run for a third. Although a federalist, he named the man from another party Thomas Jefferson as secretary of state. If you don't have his name by now, here are two more clues. During his presidency, the cotton gin was embedded and the print centers were taken. Who was he? George Washington, first president of the United States. His life is part of your American heritage. We bring you the second act of your truly Johnny Dollard. He drove across town to the Red Bureau's apartment just off Franklin Avenue in Hollywood. A uniformed cop was still staked out of the door and gave Rickford a casual salute as we let ourselves in. Yeah? The body was here. Shot from where? From over here. The position of the body and wound puts the killer somewhere in this area here. Which way is the back door? Through there. And then here's the stuff on the dressing. Everything you'd wear in an amusement pier? Everything. But a big black doll? Why would a plastered doll be so important? I couldn't even guess. Well, it's the only leads you've got so far. Confections of material open round six. You got any plans for this evening? I'm with you. Let's go talk to Bill Karns again. He'll be a good idea if he came along with us tonight. He left the dead girl's apartment and drove back across town to Bill Karns' arm near the Templin aircraft site. Bill met us at the door and showed us into an attractive living room. To find out any more about... About shooting. We'd like to know some more about your argument at the pier. I told you just about everything. It started over the doll. That's right. You're sure G.D. had the doll with her when she went home? Well, yeah, I'm positive. So I'll take it into the house, have her arm pulled over that stuff we want. The doll was the biggest of the bunch. You can't remember anything unusual about the doll? Unusual? No? You'd know this guy again? Oh, sure. Sure I know. We're on the concession. At least he was the only one there. Can you go down with us tonight? To the pier? Yeah. Yeah, sure. You think the argument had something to do with Judy getting killed? We don't know. But that black doll wasn't in her apartment? It wasn't. I saw her take it in with it. Well, it looked like somebody else took it out. It was a short drive, then. Dinner for brick brick times and myself. A short drive later, we pulled into the big parking lot on the amusement pier. As we got out of the car, the roller coaster reached the top of the first strip high above us and started down. We tried to walk out of the pier. Been down here no long time. Where's the shooting going? Don't be overrun. Do you want to drive? If you don't need them all. That's the doll. You win yourself a dolly. Where's Gilbert? Where can we find him? I don't know. He works for you, and you don't know where he lives. Why did he quit? He's not going to legal about that, is he? Have you ever been arrested? I want you to tell me everything you know about Johnny Gilbert. He's been the manager of the shooting gallery. He said his name was Virgil Wellman, but he'd never seen Johnny Gilbert until the night he'd hired him three weeks before. He knew very little about the man, but readily admitted Gilbert had a bad temper. He lived or what he did in his spare time? Well, he left the pier and drove Bill home. But he kind of dropped me off at my hotel. Thanks for the dinner. What happened now? Well, I'll get some sleep and try to find Gilbert. All right, you got a pretty good description? Yeah. I'll put out an APB and take some looks. Just might have a record. I'm going to check on that guy at the shooting gallery, too. I don't guys have seen that face somewhere. What are you going to do with the doll? Have the lab look it over. I bet you don't find anything. Then I'll give it back to you. Do you want it? Gee, thanks. It's just where I always wanted. It's nice, isn't it? I went into bed and tried to put the puzzle together. After a half dozen cigarettes, I gave up and turned off the lights. I felt as though I'd hardly fallen asleep. Kind of just. Gilbert? Yeah. That was interesting. How about the dead man you found in the ocean? Are you coming in to make an identification? All right. You coming down? Two dollars and sixty cents cab fare to the city hall. I went directly to homicide and attended Brickford. Collins had not yet arrived, so Brickford showed me the mug and record on the shooting gallery on it and took me down to the mark. The man they pulled out of the sea certainly fitted the description of Gilbert. So the afterward, Collins was shown in to make the identification. Thanks, Gilbert. That's the man I had the argument with. The killer. And he was killed shortly after the girl was. Yeah. Here's the kickback we were waiting for, Collins. Prince and the dead man I identify him as Frank Sidney. Alias Charles Sidney. Alias Sidney Gilbert. Alias Charles Gilbert. Yeah, FBI wants an narcotics rep. Well, it sure gives him something in common with a guy at the shooting gallery, doesn't it? Next thing you're going to ride down to that pier. Positive connection. Both of the men who worked at the shooting gallery have been arrested. Now all we have to find out is why the girl was killed who did it and how did a missing black doll figure. Brickford told Sergeant Hardy to take Collins home. Then we went down to the garage and climbed into the lieutenant's car. We were back at the amusement pier. The concessions were all closed. The entire pier was dark except a few work lights at the entrance. We worked at the shooting gallery and stopped. It could be a front. Yeah, it could. Will I have to find out anything about the doll? Well, it might need to give it to you. Yeah, I'll tie a string around my finger. Yeah, let's take a look when I'm back. You know, I got a hunch about the doll. Yeah, probably the same one you've got. Suppose the doll cons had the argument about it. We're supposed to be picked up by a particular party expected about the time cons arrived. Man. I doubt you won tonight. How? Good thing. Could hold a couple of bimboos. Nice way to pass this stuff, huh? I'll hold it. Hope coming in at the end of the pier. Let's take a look. You got a gun? Yeah. Might just be a fisherman. How to take it easy. The boat was pulled up to a small landing where a ladder let down from a spot a few yards away from it. We got down on our hands and knees and crawled to the pier ramming for a minute. The other passed a large crate to the men on the landing for a second. And look what's inside. We've just cracked a king-size narcotics ring. Sure looks that way, Lieutenant. The week one of the big black dolls was passed to a pickup. The night cons had the argument with one of those times. Gilbert nearly couldn't take a chance on a fight that would bring the police. So he gave cons the doll, closed the shooting gallery and followed. Judith Thompson surprised him in the act of stealing the doll and he had to kill her. There's your woman, your cons, with the ability to identify Gilbert and with a murder the police would be sure to investigate. So he killed Gilbert and dumped him off the pier. Expense account items four, five and six. Two hundred and sixty dollars and fifty cents. Hotel bill, breakfast and plane fare back to Hartford. Lieutenant Brickford drove me to the airport. Thank me and gave me the big black doll at one of the shooting gallery. It looks awful, but it makes a fair ass dream. Expense account total four hundred and sixty seven dollars and sixty cents. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Johnny's again tomorrow night at the same time.