 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. Tonight's story, the case of murder of biometers. And now, here is our star, David Bryan as Paul Gareth, Mr. District Attorney. Usually, a district attorney can quickly spot the work of an amateur in crime. But it's not always easy for him to solve the crime itself. One of the most puzzling and vicious crimes we ever worked on had it start in the city bowling alley about 10.30 one night. A flashy red-headed girl in the cashier's cage is talking to a boy, lounging at the window. Oh, look, Nick, why don't you take me out? You kidding? Don't you want to? Well, sure I want to, Angie, but I got no money. No job now that they know spied me. There's ways to get money. Oh, I better go. Here comes Aldino. What of it? I told you not to hang around here, Nelson. He ain't hurting nobody, Joe. Yeah, but I told him, keep away from you, baby. Now you get out and stay out, see? Okay, okay. You come into the office, Angie. You're quick to time anyway. Hey, Sammy, take the cage. Wait for me, Nick. I'll fast by the parking lot. Shut the door. Sit up. I'll stand. But what is it? You know what it is. You're my girl. Listen, I told you. No bum like Nick Nelson is going to hang around you. What if I want him to hang around? Oh, you two-timer little... Stop it! You're not selling me that. You're my girl and you're going to stay my girl, you see? Sorry, it's my temper. You know how it is. Hey, Joe! I need the neck of a dime. What do I say? You know, it gets away from me. Hey, Joe! Yeah, yeah, all right. Look, baby, look, you forget about this, huh? Will you please? Good. I didn't mean to hurt you. You know, I'm crazy about you. You got it. Wait a minute, Angie, who's caused this? It's Joe's, if that makes any difference. He's up over the sun by the Parkway Theater. What's the idea? Don't ask questions. We'll show that loss of a Joe Latino. We'll get money, plenty of it. Hey, no, wait a minute, Angie. Wait a minute. I don't want to be a pinboy all your life. You look nice all dressed up, Nick. You put that theater there. I know the Parkway. Girlfriend of mine used to usher there. Managed his name, Red LaFalle. Made a couple of plays for me. Right now, he'll be in his office catching up. Creepers. We can't get away with that, Angie. Check in, huh? No. All right, but we ain't got no son. Look there in my bag. Without kerchief around us. Where'd you get that? Out of Joe's desk. His car and his gun. Cops will trace him right to him. Oh, pull in him. Just pass the theater. Leave the engine room. Shut it off. Anybody going by might think it was funny. Engine going and nobody in the car. Better let me have the gun, Angie. Don't touch it with your bare hands. I'll keep it. What if anybody's with him? That's bare-hard luck. It's me, Freddie. Angie Deviney. Can I come in? Yeah, just a minute. Don't make any noise. What? Hey, listen. Hey, is this a joke? Yeah, on you. Put that door in. Hey, you red-headed tramp. I'll... Creepers. You shouldn't have done that, Angie. I did, and Joe Ladino did it. God, that's not true, Nick. Let's get out of here. Good evening, Chief. Hello, Harrington. The manager, huh? Yep. Name's Fred Losal. He was cashing up in here with the time. Who found him? The assistant manager. His name's Tomlin. He was inside the house. Told he had a couple of shots. Came out in time to hear a car start up. Did he see you did it? No, no. Thinks he saw the getaway condo. Ran out front after the big sedan pulled away. About a 49 model, black. You're not sure it was the getaway car? No, but it got away so fast, he thinks it probably was. How much did they get, Harrington? Oh, Tomlin thinks about a thousand, maybe 1200. Settler's side usually marks some bills in every cash up. Just in case. He was held up once before. Oh, that might help. You got the mark? Yeah. Here, on this slip of paper. What about this assistant manager, this Tomlin? Well, looks okay, Chief, but I'll check through on him. I hope you had a good sleep last night, Harrington. I'm not getting any tonight. Let's go. This is the attorney's office. Yes. Oh, you did. Where? Uh-huh. What time did they find it? About half an hour ago? That would be about 2 a.m. Yes. Yes. Mr. Garrett may want to call you back on this, Sergeant. He isn't in right now. Thank you. Anything on the theater, M-O, boys, Miss Miller? The Taxi Bureau picked up Slips Madigan for questioning. They said he had a sound alibi. Do they pick up anybody else? No. They said no other logical suspects is in the area. Well, there's no help. But this may be the report from patrol station 19. Hmm. St. Bourbon, eh? Black sedan, 1952 a.m., Montgomery Street. Unlocked, apparently in good condition. And this time element isn't long enough to make an abandoned car, Miss Miller. But the neighborhood, Montgomery Street? I don't recall that street. Where is it? It dead ends on the city dump. Oh-ho. That's different. The car was on the dump. Police following through on the license tag? Yes, sir. Where have you been, Harington? Oh, hello, Chief. Down at Ballistics. You got anything? Yep. LaSalle was shot with a .22. They've got the two slugs down there. Pretty small caliber. For an experience hood to use? Yeah. We might have been an amateur. Well, that's possible. Find out if any .22s have been reported stolen, Harington. I did. There's nothing reported. They'll call us if anything comes in. Well, you've got to find that gun and the money satchel. Yeah. Just like that. Do you want to go inside of Malloy? We'll swing around there on our way out. Let's have a look at that sedan, Harington. It's a dump. Not exactly a garden of roses, Chief. Have you seen anything on that sedan? No, not yet. There's a car up ahead. Oh, huh. There's a stand just behind it. District Attorney. Yep. You got the flashlight, Harington? Yep. Right here. Nope. Let's have that light. Take a look at the floor. Sometimes a thing will drop down. I want that little ball. Lift up the floor, Matt Harington. Yeah, what do you got? Cottage. .22 caliber. Begin to tear that up, huh? Not necessarily, but it's impossible. Enough so to have this car towed in. Nothing in back, huh? I didn't see anything when I flashed the light there. Well, Chief. Have time and look at that sedan. Check the registration, and then we may want to talk to the owner. We didn't come to bowl. We're looking for a Joe Ladino. Well, I'm him. What's the pitch? Can we go somewhere and talk privately? Oh, sure. In my office. What do you want to talk to me about? I'm the District Attorney, and this is my assistant. Oh. Well, sure. Right this way. Thank you. Yeah, thanks. What's wrong? Well, about an hour ago, noon, you reported to the police that your car had been stolen. Yeah, that's right. What about it? Well, when did you find out it was stolen? What is all about? Answer him, Ladino. When did you find out? Well, last night. Around, oh, midnight, I guess. Why didn't you report it sooner? Well, sometimes a friend of mine used the car. I thought, you know, one of them might have borrowed it. One of them? Yeah, yeah. I let a couple of the boys that were working here use it once in a while. You know, for a favor. Sometimes my cashier, Angie Davini, she borrowed it. I didn't want to report it in, have one of them picked up. They've been embarrassed. What did you do after you found the car this night? Well, walked around, waited for them to bring it back. The air felt good, you know. Now, how long did you wait? Oh, I don't know. Maybe an hour. Now, come on. What's wrong, huh? I told you all I know what's wrong. Plenty, Ladino. There was a holdup and murder at the Parkway Theater late last night. And your car was used for the getaway. Tonight, Fred LaSalle, manager of the Parkway Theater, was robbed and murdered. A car registered to Joe Ladino, bowling alley proprietor, was found by the police at the city dump. In the car, we found a .22 caliber cottage. A caliber bullet that killed LaSalle. We questioned Ladino. While his answers were straightforward enough, he couldn't furnish an alibi for the time of the murder. The next day, at my office, find anything on Ladino, Miss Miller? Nothing in the criminal files. It's a lot of traffic violation. A lot? About a dozen. I call that a lot. Well, for what? Well, mostly for over parking and a couple for speeding. No wonder. When everybody uses a guy's car. Did you check with gun records? Yes, sir. A .22 revolver was registered to Ladino two years ago. He bought it at Hand Shots. Now, we're getting somewhere. Now, has Ladino a permit? Yes. Anything else, Miss Miller? Lieutenant O'Brien phoned in. Now, what did he want? If we found that money sackle. Great. Where? Out on the dump, O'Brien said he thought it was carried a short distance from the car and then thrown. Probably. Has Tomlin at the theater identified it? Yes, a positive identification. That just about wraps up that car's the murder car, Chief. Yeah, it looks that way. Call the lab, Miss Miller. Have them go over everything. Steering wheel, seat cushions, floor mats, the works. Yes, sir. Now, how if we can find the gun? We'll find it, Harrington. Let's get over to Ladino's. But how dumb can a guy get, Chief, to do the job in his own car? Well, I'm not saying he did. If he used his own car, he probably used his own gun. Oh, that might follow. And if he used his own gun, he'd either hide it in his room or in his office. Or throw it away. Yes. It'll probably show up in somebody's trash bra on the other side of town. But we'll see. It's the little red hat in that case, Chief. Oh, he's got a boyfriend, too. Mmm. She ought to have plenty of them. Yeah, looks all right, huh? Oh, wonderful. Why not? You picked it out. He looks well. Hadn't want to come in here. You know how dope he is. I had to show you the suit. Oh, something you want, Mr? Is Mr. Ladino here? No, he's out to lunch. If you want to leave a message, I'll... I'll soon be back. He's been gone over half an hour. Pretty soon. We'll wait in his office. You tell me your business with him, I'll go get him. I know where he is. We'll wait. Want the door closed, Chief? I'm far behind. That's good. See where that other door leads to, Hannigan. Maybe an outside entrance into this office. Hannigan. Huh? Find something, Chief? Take a look in this desk drawer. A gun, huh? Oh, hell, I'd ought to do it. Well, we're not sure it's the one we want. It was an outside entrance. You guys again, huh? Hey, you got no right to look in my desk. I have a search warrant, Ladino. Listen, I had a button up for this. May I get easy for yourself? Sit down. Sit down, I said. If you're clean, Ladino, you've got nothing to worry about. What are you talking about? You'll learn. You got a spare handker behind? Uh, yeah. Here. Oh, thanks. No point in getting my fingerprints on this revolver, too. Two empties. When was this gun last out of the drawer, Ladino? I don't remember. What difference, huh? I got a permit for that gun. I'll show it to you. We know you've got the permit. Now take it easy. When was it last out of the drawer? I don't know. Last month, sometimes. What about these two empties, Ladino? Well, it could be I left them in there. I don't remember. You'd better come along with us. Well, what for? I ain't done nothing. If you think I pulled all that theater hold up, you're crazy. I'll take along this revolver, too, for ballistics in the lab. Come on, Ladino. The attorney's office. Anything new, Miss Miller? The lab reported in on the car. A couple of red hairs. No, that doesn't prove anything. Where are you, Mr. Garrett? Over at headquarters. Detention. Call me here if anything breaks. Yes, sir. You get that report, Harrington? Some ballistics? Yeah, right here, Chief. Lab reports are not quite ready. About what I thought it would be. No reason, but we'll see. I got to get back to work. I've been here already a couple hours. You'll be here longer than that, pal. That 22 of yours killed a sow. What? Not how could it kill anybody? It's been right there in the drawer. They test-fired the revolver down in the basement. They compared the slugs with those taken out of a sow's body. They all came from the same revolver. You can't pin that onto me. I don't know anything about it. I tell you, I never killed nobody. And tell me this. Would anybody be trying to hang this on you? Why? I'm asking you, let me know. No. No, I've done nothing to nobody. Why would they try to hang it onto me? How many people have access to your desk? I don't know. A couple, maybe half a dozen. Anyway, what do they want with the guns? Who are they? Well, the guys in the bowling alley that take over when I'm out. My cashier, Angie Delini, a couple others. We'll be back, Ladino. Oh, look, I gotta get back to work. He's about ready to confess, Chief. Yeah, not unless he's lying. Why? I can't buy it, Hanson. Why not? Everything checks. Well, I might go along with it if Ladino was hard up for money, but he isn't. He's doing all right with that bowling alley. Good bank account, like some credit rating. I have reports for you, Mr. Garrett. Oh, thanks. I want to get a drink of water, Hanson. Then we'll go back in and question him some more. What's the matter, Chief? Places of face powder on the revolver, same as the powder on the car seat cushion. Looks like a new angle. Hanson, there's two kids in the bowling alley. The redhead and the boy with the new suit. What about him? Find out where he bought it. I've got good money. Go to the best stores in the area, in Harington. Hey, yeah? Find out what they use for money. Where's the card, Nick? I didn't get it yet. Why not? Well, they had to do a break job on it. The guy said I could pick it up tomorrow. How do you like that? I was counting on it to move my things to the new apartment this afternoon. So, all right, we'll get a taxi. Okay. I want to eat first, Angie. No, it's only four o'clock. I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I couldn't eat much lunch. All right. Come on. Hey, wait a minute. What's the matter? Let's cross the street. I don't want to pass that car. Oh, he won't bother? Maybe not. Maybe not. I'm crossing over. Look, Nick, I don't feel right about cops. You told me Rosino was going to get tagged for that job, and now I read they let him go. I don't know what's going on. Oh, shut up. He's going to spend the rest of your life dodging cops. He'll never catch up with us. Look, we'll grab a taxi. Go move your things now. I ain't as hungry as I thought I was. Come on. Is that the apartment house chief? Yes. The big one on the corner. We'll wait here a while. Funny dark here, away from that streetlight. Might be this car coming. The one in the salesman pointed out this morning. It was a good idea you had. Checking the used car locks. Basically, they always want it as a car. It's easy to get a change of address, too. Once I got an old address from a deal. There she is. I'm just coming out. Take your side of the car, Hank. I'll take the other. Right. Don't stop that motor. Take his mission key. Hey, what's your idea? Give me back the key. You guys got it, huh? The nice car, Nick. Nice suit, too. Not bad for a pin boy who was fired. I... So what's that to you? Hey, you're the guy who came in to see Joe Ladino. That's right. Who are you? District Attorney, Angie. The what? Creepers. What were you two doing out around Montgomery Street the other night? We weren't out there. What the hell? The night LaSalle was murdered. Look, you got the wrong party, mister. Give us that key and stop being funny. You won't find it funny, Angie. Not when the jury finds out how you and Nick killed LaSalle. That's a lie. Unfortunately for you, it's not. You should never try to spend marked money, Angie. Or try to print a murder onto somebody else. Joe Ladino, for example. It shows up quicker when you do. I... I told you it wouldn't work, Angie. Shut up. I know it wouldn't. Chicken. You guys ain't taken me. Watch your teeth. You've got a gun in that bag. Let's not go over there, Angie. I'll kill you. I'll have to hurt you. Come on. He was Nick killed him. He had the gun. I didn't. You did have the gun. Don't believe him, mister. It was her. I didn't know where it was going. It doesn't make any difference now, Nick. It's bad news for both of you. You may remember the case. Nick Nelson turned state witness and was sentenced to 25 years in prison. Angie Davini was convicted of murder in the first degree and is now serving a life sentence. The case was another in the long list of crimes by juvenile delinquents. A serious problem that can only be solved by the complete cooperation of parents and all agencies of law enforcement. And now this is David Bryan inviting you to join us when we present our next case based on the fact of crime from the file of Mr. District Attorney. You have been listening to Mr. District Attorney, which has come to you through the worldwide facilities of the United States Armed Forces Radio and Television Service.