 Mr. District Attorney, Darling David Bryant. Mr. District Attorney, champion of the people, defender of truth, guardian of our fundamental rights 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 citizens. This is David Bryant. In a moment we'll bring you another case from the files of Mr. District Attorney. The first a word from our sponsor. Oh, here is our star, David Bryant as Paul Garrett, Mr. District Attorney. A District Attorney always looks for the mistake in a murder case. If the criminal has experienced the mistake, he is usually small and caused by too hard planning. Or as in the case of Joey Lucas, the urge to get even. Joey's burning desire to square up with the form of Kapu double cost him with his wrong move. On Friday noon Joey is waiting in his big convertible parked outside a costume outfit at the store. Get it, Rita. Is that expertise at Corbell's car, Joey? Where's the uniform? I couldn't get him this noon. Boss is right there. Look, baby, this job is too late. See, we've been planning for months. Steady and the whole set up all the way from truck schedules to alarm systems and police protection. I know how to do it. Duke will ask you flying here from St. Louis this afternoon. Everything's set up nice and now you have to slip up. Joey, I'll have these uniforms after work, honest. You better. And after this job I'm quitting work there. I don't want to go nuts, it's that dull. Okay, okay. We'll take a vacation now, baby. I can use one. I'm going to meet that punk of a Marty Corbell on Friday night. You just keep matters like two hours. Tonight we'll rigged out an hours for keeps. Right out now. I got to drive the airport. Hey, you don't get those uniforms. You won't like what happened. All right, all right. I heard you. Okay, I'll be seeing you. 7.30. You got to be showing up, Duke. Definitely. One thing, Reader says he's burnt. Hey. There's a car, Joey. Like him. That's Corbell. I'm moving to the alley now. Definitely. Here we go. Come on, come on. There we go. Starting good shape. Reader says it's okay. She bought it last week and I checked over just for a job. She had this key made. All right, Duke. I'll give you the pitch again. The big joint is how I'm going to serve as people. Chuck's bringing the money from the big stores and markets after hours. We've got to have the clerks with tape. So we sack them, get out of there. They mark any bills? They do. We burn them. We don't take no care. No, no. I'll take some joy. And all guys in St. Louis fix those up then, Mark. We'll talk it over later. There's a place. Chuck's just leaving. I want to be the last one. A little more things. Don't hang around town after this job, right? Definitely. I'll get on your mask. I'll get cap rims. These uniforms don't think we're guards. Your hair's just about. Sorry to bust up your handball, Gabe. No, I was in this room anyway. Big job, eh? Yeah, plenty big. But the clerks said only two gunmen show. Medium-sized guys. Tight, like colored masks. They look like plastic. They were wearing dark uniforms. You got the time on them? Yeah, around 7.45. Outside witnesses? The drugers down the street had the alarm. They saw a small sedan go by and saw a fat. Didn't get the license number or the make. He thinks the color of the car was brown. How much time do they have? Oh, maybe five minutes before the police got here. That's not much. You know the sound of the gun? No. Looks like an inside job to me. I'm hard. Might be an angle there. Also get serial number and marks on bills. Will do, chief. All those phones in use? One right over there, not busy. I'd better call Miss Miller and the rest of the staff. Got a hunch this will be a tough case to crack. Nobody knows anything about that job. You expect to break this case in two hours? No, but we ought to get some sort of a lead out of a show up line, that big. Got a cigarette, chief. Yeah, we'll have to do that. Sure. I'd say a hard door to have some sandwiches. I'm hungry. I'm just doing that kind of support. Hello. There he is now. Well, what's the deal, chief? No, not much. Anything out of that crack down? Nothing. There's a report on a couple of show and ties, he's scared. Well, thanks. Now we can forget this first one. That's right. The second one found near Athletic Club. Athletic Club. He was in at 9.15 by owner of a car. Martin Corbell. A car stolen while the owner was trying on theater. Sounds like a fast pickup. And every police officer in town is out tonight. All these days are off cancels. Corbell. Name Corbell. He was a police lieutenant and figure at Christ Squad. He brought a report here once about two years ago. I am, Cor. He was charged with taking bribe from musters. That's some connection with Joey Lucas, his number's pool racket. Well, do you want anything else on that car, chief? Well, when it was found that you think he was in the lock. Meaning Corbell left the key in the car in the first place. I wouldn't think a next stop would do that. Does the car check with the buzzer suspicious? The car's green, not brown. That would put a mistake in the color, though. Don't have him look at it. Then we'll talk to Corbell. You want me to see it after the lab, about single pin? You do that. You can track down Boots Madigan. Yeah. That's right. He hangs out at Joe's center with the barbecue hut. Call Joe, tell him I want to talk to Boots. All right, hang on. Let's go. I see the house, chief. The one with the porch light on. Can you see the number? Car, chief. Yeah. Nice link. Beautiful. Oh, Mr. Garrett. You'd like to ask you a few questions, Corbell? Hi, anything? About my wife? No. The reason I asked is Ray coming home from her bitch club. That's not that trouble. Thank you. What have you got here, Corbell? We keep it up good. My wife's people got dough. What are you working these days? I got my own place. A tobacco shop, a web of granite insurance building. Got me some time. We might do that. You know about that big hole tonight? Who don't? But were the radio screaming all over the place? The police notify you your car was found? Yeah, yeah, they call me. They wouldn't leave the car to me, though. They're not identified as a getaway car. No kidding. You know something? I had a feeling it might be. I'm kind of psychic that way sometimes. I said to myself, You were at a crime on theater when I was stolen. Yeah, that's right. Did you leave the key in the car? See I'm off my rocket? Of course I didn't leave the key. It's right down the table in that key case. What time did you get to the theater? About 7.45. Give it a couple of minutes. And what time did you come out? About 9 o'clock. I couldn't take that picture. Look, what's the idea of giving me this work over? I'm just there for information. Well, that's about all, Corbell. For now, it's a carrot. When will I get my car back? When the last crew gets through going over it. By the way, what was that picture you didn't like? Some turkey called it. Fury of love. That's my speed. You can have it, Earrington. How about a day married once? He's so high for this other joke, but her first marriage was so rough you didn't marry him. That picture's showing when you went into the theater. Yeah, it was. Would you swear to that? I don't know, hadn't I? Yes, but apparently you don't. The picture's showing while you were in the try-on was a sneak preview. You can't bluff it, Corbell. I talked to the manager. Get out of that one, chum. Promise not to tell my wife no company. No promises. But you'd better talk. Okay. I was calling a friend of mine. Her name's Rita Mills. I went in, walked out the side exit, went up the street to her place. Now look, don't! Why don't these girls have her? 229 down into apartment 43. She's my alibi if I have to have one. Go ahead, ask her. I intend to. Look, if you can keep it out of the paper till my wife won't see it. You know how it is with women. Let's get out of here, Earrington. I need some fresh air. Before we continue with Mr. District Attorney, in the case of the preview murder, here is an important message from our sponsor. To David Bryant, starring as Paul Garrett. Mr. District Attorney. A civilian murder at Armored Car Service Depot. A former police lieutenant, Marty Corbell. Hired for taking bribe from gangsters reported in that his car had been stolen. Question Corbell at first said he spent the evening at the theater. Then, until he had identified the wrong picture, he said he had been calling on a girl. Rita Mills. Earrington and I went to question the Mills woman, her apartment. Put these walk-ups on the first floor. You better take up handball, Earrington. Good for the wind. Yeah. Hey, what's with this dainty? She works for some pants and coat ops, but I understand. Detective Bureau hasn't had the time to find out much more. Probably she's all right there. What if she works out of the afternoon and you walk up four slides for nothing? Are you Rita Mills? Well, yeah, but do I know your gentlemen? I'm God, just a attorney, my assistant, Mr. Earrington. What do you want with me? Well, just a moment of your time. Well, I guess you can come in. I'll be brief. Do you know a man named Marty Corbell? Yeah. Yeah, sure I know him. What about him? Was he up here last night? No, he wasn't here. Any idea where he was? Listen, I don't keep tabs on him. How could I know? I was here alone all evening. I washed my hair, caught up on some reading. Went to bed early. I was tired. Now what's this all about? A little matter of murder. Maybe you've just given us the answer. Come on, Earrington. Right, Chief. Mr. Attorney's office. Hi. Oh, hello, Earrington. Hi, Lincoln. I think. What do you expect on Monday morning, dancing in the street? Yeah, I know. Keep there. He's over at detention, questioning Corbell. Where are you? Headquarters garage. Lab crew's going over Corbell's car. All right, stick around. We're finished. All right, bye now. Oh, Mr. Garrett. Any loss? No. No, Corbell still sticks to his story. Where is he with that girl? Anything from lab on the fingerprints? They said they got dozens of prints over at the depot. We haven't matched them up, though. Anything else? Dooley. What's his name? Waiting in your office. Boots, Madigan? Yeah. Anybody ever blonde in jail? He does. He's more valuable to watch out of jail, Miss Miller. Part of this freedom is regular information about much bigger and far more dangerous criminals than he is. I know. Oh, don't call me for anything unless it's an A-1 priority. Yes, sir. How are you, Boots? Oh, pretty good, Mr. Garrett. Hey, China was close to me. He was looking for me. That's right. Sit down. Whoa. Take a handful. Oh. Okay. Job wasn't Boots. What? Yeah. You know the one I mean. Over at the depot. Right? Yeah. What's the papers say, Mr. Garrett? Well, let's have what you do know. He is in town last Friday afternoon. I've seen him at the barbecue hut. Are you alone? No. No, he's with Al Ragoli. He used to buy a piece of Ragoli's new wealth away. What else do they say? Well, Duke flies back to St. Louis yesterday. Yeah. Didn't stick around long. No. I probably remembered how hot this town got from a few years ago. What else, Boots? Well, that's all I know. Yeah, sure. Yeah. Mr. Garrett. Mr. Garrett, I'm telling you the truth. I don't know nothing more. That's it. You can go now. Okay, thanks. Mr. Garrett, I'm not up here. Don't see Mr. Garrett. The boys find out. I'll get the papers. Don't worry, Boots. I'll go and send you away one time. Yeah. Look, that big speed record's getting back. Oh, here's the chief. See you, Boots. You okay? You got something on you? Yeah, yeah. Lab crew found a gun taped under the front fender of Corpbell's car. Tape where? Believe it or not, chief, under the front fender. A revolver, snuff nose, 38 caliber. I have the ceiling numbers put on the teletype, all second. Good. I ordered the gun gone over for fingerprints, then turned over to ballistic. I'll follow through on it. I want those reports as soon as possible, right? No, Miss Miller? Yes, sir. Contact the airline. Find out if Duke Walensky was on any passenger list last week out of St. Louis. Well, ask him. Give him his full description in case he used an alias. I'll be at the office of a fight manager named Alra Goley. About six o'clock, Miss Miller. He's gonna go on home. Yeah, that's what I told him, chief. As long as I thought it was to locate Goley. I'll go along a few minutes, Mr. Garrett. I wanted to finish this report. Here you are. Right, sir. Do them pass to you, Miss. Oh, thank you. Let's get to my office, Heinrich. Well, thanks for finishing this, Miss Miller. Good night. Good night. Good night, sir. See you tomorrow, beautiful. Fine girl, Heinrich. Very loyal to her job. Yeah, if you ask me, it's not over the job. She's loyal, too. But, have a good old way, chief. Now, what's with Walensky and Goley? I'm in the dark. In the early years, Walensky was in town over the weekend to buy in on one of Rogoli's fighters. Rogoli just confirmed that. Do you believe it, chief? No, far as Rogoli's concerned, yes. He said Walensky made him an offer. He turned it down, but it was far too low. Shout. Looks to me like a frame up against Corbell. So our next move, Heinrich, is to check back on the hood. Corbell took bribe money from them double-cross. Yeah. Maybe the guy was telling the truth about being up at that doll's place. Which means that she was lying. Lying. Yeah. You want a shadow put on? Right away. Find out who she powers around with. Where she's from. Does she have anything on the police ladder? Everything about her. Right. Check back on all the criminals who ever worked with and like Duke Walensky. Okay. Oh, one more thing, Heinrich. Get a list of the serial numbers of those money bills of the St. Louis police. Description of mark bills, too. Ask that cooperation and picking up and questioning Duke Walensky. Got it. Is it okay to use this phone key? Go ahead. I'm going to have another look in our files. Some of Walensky's pals. Let's see. Long distance. Is everything okay? Yeah. We're riding high. Make your best. What? Double-cross and copper. Get the chair for this. Still holding them, huh? Would you read the papers? I don't want to worry anymore than I have to. Worry? What about? The last paper I read said that key was left in the car. Look. That's careless, Joey. You have not been so careless. It's those little things. Listen, baby, I forget it. We're here. Here. I brought your present. Make it all right. Oh, that's... Oh, that's terrific. I gotta go bring one. All right. Hey, wear them tonight. We'll go out and get your new outfit, too. Oh, Joey, sweetie. Yeah. We're going to go to Riverside Club, that rippy new joint. I'm looking it over. Then we'll buy a hunk of it. Well? How do they look? I'll get you code. We'll go get that new outfit, huh? From now on, nothing but the facts. We'll wait. I didn't see the report on that 38. What does it say? Oh, just that the gun was placed in a sporting goods store out in the reservoir. It was picked on the last month. Night break. It was picked on ammunition, too. And it was the murder gun? Yes, but let's check it out. And boots about again knew about it, huh? You know about the theft of the gun from the store, and that's how we pinned the theft on West Caran. You know that blackboard punk over in the third avenue in your heart room? Yeah. He used to run with Joey Lucas's red pack. That's right. He made the break and stole the gun on Joey's orders. Joey's figures have stolen guns, and can't be traced to him. Well, how do you like that? Well, there they are, Harry. Come on, let's check it out. Oh, when you see how everything adds up, here's that much to keep it changed. Well, just a minute, Joey. I want to see you. What for? I got nothing to see you about, Goddard. That's what you think. Luke, we'll ask he's a swell pal of yours, Joey. Yeah, what's that mean? He ratted on you. The St. Louis police. They got him for spending some of that marked money on the depot job. I don't know what you're talking about. Well, I guess he's got nothing to rat on me about. Can't you talk to Joey later? We got a party waiting for us in the club. They'll have a long wait, sister. You're going to have a lot to explain, Joey. A lot of things. Here's some print on the ignition key of Carbell's car, for example. No, no, there's been a mistake. Yeah, Joey made it. You come along, too, Rita. We want to know more about those two guard uniforms missing from the place you work. Oh, Joey, I told you. Get up! Get up! Okay, okay, you ain't got it. You never should have tried to rig this one on to Carbell, Joey. He's almost as much a rat as you are, but he's clean on this. All right, Sergeant, take these two away. David Bryan again. I hope you've enjoyed this case from the file of Mr. District Attorney. I'll be back in just a moment after this message from our sponsor. Here's the star of Mr. District Attorney, David Bryan, with a word about the program you have just heard. You probably remember the case. Convinced that Walansky had confessed, Joey broke down and told his story. The girl, Rita Mills, alias Margarita Molano with a shoplifting record in another city also talked. Her sentence was ten years. Joey and Walansky were convicted of murder in the first degree. Joey's big mistake was in trying to pin the job on Carbell. And now this is David Bryan inviting you to join us when we present our next case based on the facts of crime from the file of Mr. District Attorney. Mr. District Attorney was originated by Philip S. Lawrence.