 Mr. District Attorney, starring David Bryan, Mr. District Attorney, champion of the people, defender of truth, guardian of our fundamental rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It shall be my duty as District Attorney not only to prosecute to the limit of the law all persons accused of crimes perpetrated within this county, but to defend with equal vigor the rights and privileges of all its citizens. This is David Bryan. In a moment, we'll bring you another case from the files of Mr. District Attorney. The first a word from our sponsor. Mr. District Attorney, a guy that seems unbreakable. Even though he may be almost certain of guilt, unless he can shatter the alibi, another criminal remains at large. Take the case of the man who saw murderous possibilities in a certain recorded sound effect. Mrs. Polk? Yes. This is Mrs. Brenning next door. Oh, yes. And you come over for a few minutes. There's a certain matter I want to talk to you about. It concerns you and my husband. I don't know what you mean, Mrs. Brenning. I'm sorry. Your decision, my dear? I gave you my decision as soon. Absolutely no. Josephine, you've got to listen to reason. George is in serious trouble. I don't want to hear any more about your worthless son. Never should have recommended him for that job at the bank. Sconding with all that money. I've got to have $10,000 at once. Call it a monetary advance if you want to. After all, your will leaves everything to me. That was my mistake. Let it be persuade me to change my will. But I'm going to rectify that mistake tomorrow. In fact, I'll call my lawyer right now. I know you won't. Don't touch that phone. Just what it looks like. A recording. Only this is a recording of a woman's cream. I'm pretty far-fitted, Josephine. And so I have the time to put on this record player. Now, since I can't get that money one way, I'll get it another. You dare come near me. Well done that night. It's all right. You come in this back door. What's the matter, Morton? Just kill Josephine. You what? Do as I say or I'll swear you'll help me, killer. Morton, are you out of your mind? Listen to me. Go back home. Leave your screen. Come to your window. Look over here. They question later. Say you saw a man climb out our living room window. Josephine's first husband. Describe him as the man. But you. What are you? What are you going to do? Get an alibi. But Roman calls him out here in the corner, ten past four. Just as now. Now, get home quick. I burst into heaven. The store in my pocket. You didn't think late they'd waste it? They give you a double of cigars. And thanks. It's clear to you. He was out talking with a beat cop, Rooney. They heard his scream twice, came in and pounded it. You talk with Rooney? Yeah, but not with Blanning, though. He was gone when I got here. Gone where? Down the headquarters to put a story on the tape. They said he volunteered to go. Wanted to get out of here. I guess he was pretty much upset. Oh, naturally. Speaking of records. That's quite a record player over there. Yeah, honey of a console, isn't it? Must have cost Blanning. You know anything about these Blannings hanged? Just that he inherited a wrap of frozen food money. A fellow named Blenning abstained from the City National Bank a couple of days ago. He may be a relative. Paul Garrett, Miss Miller? Yes, Mr. Garrett. Get me a complete fill-in on the Blennings. 798 Parkside Avenue. Ages, relationships, family backgrounds, divorces, the works. Yes, sir. That's the alien. Right. I'll also check the City National. Get what you can on the Blenning who worked there. Oh, that's all. All right, Mr. Garrett. And check all the neighbors, Harrington. Maybe someone was seen coming in or leaving here. Get on it. Right. On the Blennings, eh? Some of it. Records and identification said they'd have a complete report by tonight. I told them to get all they can. Mr. Attorney's Office? That's more. I mean, poetry yet. What do you want to hear? The chief there. Just a minute. Mr. Garrett. Yes, Harrington? I actually saw a guy come out the... Oh, did you check that neighborhood yesterday? No, I did. He just told me she was home there. Not something, maybe not. You can't always rely on the story of these women who don't dare enter the doorbell. Hence this will be a tough case. You think with all their money they'd have a God not waiting that trash over there. All right, maybe that's why they got their money. This way, chief. And did Mrs. Polk telephone in this morning? No, I did a repeat checkup. Oh, Mrs. Polk, this is Mr. Garrett, the district attorney. How do you do, Mr. Garrett? How do you do? Don't you sit down? Yeah, thank you. Mrs. Polk, would you recognize this man if you saw him again? The one you saw come out that window? Yes, I'm sure I would. He was quite tall, thin, had a slight limp. Yes, I'd recognize him. By any chance, did you recognize him? I can't say for sure, Mr. Garrett. I think you're wrong, an innocent man, but he looked a great deal like Mr. Lawrence, Mrs. Blenning's first husband. How did you happen to see him come out the window? I was sitting here reading. Sir, to scream, got up and went to the window, just in time to see him. He ran across the yard, into the alley. Thank you, Mrs. Polk. You've been very useful. If there's anything else... We may want you to count the headquarters later on to identify the man you saw. We don't have the police pick up Lawrence right away. The chief did. Got Lawrence? Dead Boo, he said he was sick in his apartment for several days. Trouble is, he can't prove it. Didn't have a doctor, nobody saw him. But Mrs. Polk took one look at him in the lineup, said he was a man. Quick word? Once in the dog's days, they break that way, Mrs. Blenning. Seem like a nice guy, though. Kind of bewildered. Well, if you never can tell. Well, congratulations, chief. For what? For buttoning up this case. Tell me something, Harrington. When a guy with a bum leg like Lawrence has jumped out a window that far above the ground... Well, I don't know. You might. Or he could have come out the door more easily and quickly. Yeah. Yeah, I see what you mean, chief. Stranger might have ticked the window. Lawrence lived in that house for years. And we're barking up the wrong tree. All right. I'm going to find out more about the people involved. Family undercurrents. Mrs. Miller. Yes, sir. Call Mrs. Dean, Mrs. Blenning's daughter. I know we're coming out to talk to her. Then call Brian, detective division. Heaven put a stake out on the Blenning's house. Joe Harris, if he's available. Joe's a good man. Also a stake out on Blenning's store. All right, Harrington. Let's get busy. Come with Flora Polk. Mary Dean could have made that up, chief. Could be prejudice. I don't think so. But I'm getting a motive and a pattern out of all this. I haven't had occasion to talk to you before. Now he'd like some information. Well, I'm glad to apply, Mr. Harris. What do you want to know? The day your wife was killed, you went home an hour before your usual quitting time. Why? No particular reason. But I do like your manner. Surely you don't suspect anyone other than Lawrence to him. It's barely possible I do. The way you said that, I'm glad I have a perfect alibi. That's what you think. I just remember this, Blenning. There's never yet been an alibi so perfect it couldn't be cracked. Put that on your record player. This is David Bryan. Before we continue with Mr. District Attorney in the case of a perfect alibi, here is an important message from our sponsor. What was something else again? Since only the beat cops swore that Blenning was outside the house with him when Mrs. Blenning screamed. Now, several days later at the office, find that murder weapon, Harrington. Well, the papers say Lawrence will tell the cops where he's at our chief. Take it out. Everybody thinks they've got the murder weapon, chief. Not that I think they are. But you could do it. Morton Blenning, alias Max Bannister from San Francisco. Winsracket is confidence man and swindler. Ah, now you're cooking. occasionally works swindle with some George. Favorite racket, the Mary's Wealthy Woman. The Swayze's Money and Joint Bank account, Pleased with money. They've worked this racket half a dozen times a month. Good enough. Thanks. Looks like he could be right about him now. What if the guy is a swindler and racket to you, Harrington? This is a murder case. The fact that he's cut the half a dozen rich women has no bearing on the case. You can't sell that to the jury. No, you're so right. Smoke, chief? No, thanks. You've got a big deeper, Harrington. A lot deeper. Got to find that murder weapon and... Wait a minute. Blenning was burning trash in that incinerator, wasn't he? What's wrong with that? Well, they've got a gardener over there. That's his job. Remember? Mary Dean said Blenning wouldn't do any work around the place on a bet. Hey, I'll follow you, chief. Grab your hat and find out if the Blenning's gardener was given any time off. Day of the murder or day afterwards. Yeah. You can't. I'll be looking into this. Well, no, but she might talking around. That's okay with me. The word gets to the killer might cause her to make a wrong move. Take out, chief. You see anything, Joe? It's all so beautiful, Blenning's house. Can you get something then? Yes. Put your hand. Here? No, no. Go back in again, chief. Any minute, hang on a little bit. Maybe no good. Anything else down in there? Not this rake hit metal. I guess not. Wait a minute. Hold on. Here's something. I've been throwing in there recently. I'll always go over it. I think just what we're looking for. I want to go over that piece of pornograph record, too. You think they were both thrown in with the same amount of trash? I have no idea. Let's go. Just happened to see them as they were leaving. Their backs were towards me. Come on. The man was watching the house. Right now he's done block. Never gotten into this. But you're in it. So keep your mouth shut and do as I tell you. Morton. I did Lawrence's trial. You're about to stick to your story. You saw him jump out that window. He never did me any harm. Oh, I do need your help, Morton. Then along now, Flora. And remember. Blenning's gardener was fired the day before the murder. Carl detected the vision back. On that knife blade, except the maker's name and pressed on the metal. San Francisco address. Here it is. I wrote it down. And well, Brian and this cooperation of San Francisco police checking retail stores that sell that make of knife. Right away, Mr. Garrett. Any word from Howard? Not this afternoon. I said he was going over to that recording company. The one near Blenning's store. Yes. He got a lucky break on that piece of pornograph record. It's Attorney's Office. I am. Just a second, Harrison. Mr. Garrett. Thanks. Yes, I am. I have a sound effects file. Any time with Blenning? Yep. If Blenning's off, Judy. Get him there in 15 minutes. I've got nothing to say. Saturation can be carried too far, Mrs. Polk. We'll be right along. Yes, we can come across with our money. I don't know what you're talking about. And those San Francisco police are really on the ball, Blenning. They work fast. They're not throwing the book at you. The testimony of Mrs. Polk. All those wives of yours. Bigamy and murder. Better enjoy this ride down to headquarters, Blenning. It'll be one of the last you'll ever take.