 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. 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. In a moment, we'll bring you another case from the files of Mr. District, but first the word from our sponsor, Mr. District Attorney. This county, it's my job to prevent crimes as well as solve them. But sometimes you can't prevent them. Sometimes you can only pick up the trail after the violence has begun. In this case, it began 18 hours before the first police report reached my office. All right, stop the car. Stop the car, I said. Ellie, put that gun away. Ellie. Shut up, Grandpa. They don't be stupid. Take the gag out of his mouth. Give the man a chance. You can't... Why? Will he give us a chance? Look at him. Look at his eyes bug out. He thought he knew all about us. Well, here's something he didn't know. Ellis, you can't kill a man in cold blood. No. Watch it. See, Grandpa? See how easy it is? I knew you were a cheap little no good punk, Ellis, but I didn't think that you were a murderer. Come on, come on. Let's dump him out of here. Here, I got his wallet. The same thing I hate, Ellis. It's a killer. I hate killers. Now, look, Grandpa, you're in this up to your lower plate. Come on, give me a hand. Put your feet out. I'll dump him right here. These high weeds... You think the law won't find him here? Sure, they'll find him. But what I'm trying to find out... His name is Hicks. Alfred Hicks. He's an insurance investigator. He was, I mean. What company? Globe, I think. Yeah, that's what Lieutenant Padway said. Globe Casualty Company. What claims Hicks was working on. I'm good. Where was the body found? In a vacant lot behind a motel. We're out on South Street. No identification on him at all. His wife called the cops when he didn't come home last night. Padway and Holmes, I brought it down here for a look, and that's what she said. I'll have to see if Miss Miller's learned anything from the insurance company. Okay, Chief. We'll see you later. Thompson's and any leads on where they might be. I'll see you in about 20 minutes. She's my granddaughter. And my wife. And if I had my say about her marriage... You didn't have any say. You were doing time, remember? Yeah, I was doing time, all right. But I'd done my time. And anyway, I was up on a good, honest, forgery rap, not murder. Shut up! Bad enough, I was married to a car thief. How'd she like it if she knows you were the killer, too? Shut up, I said. Easy, sonny, easy. I ain't afraid of that gunning yours. I already messed up my life. I ain't got much left to lose except... and maybe armor. I had 20 minutes to go for wood sight. We got about an hour and a half to meet it. Let's get going. Not me, sonny. Me, not you. I told you before, I let that gun don't scare me. I got nothing left to lose. Except armor. Yeah, except... I believe you do it to her, too. I really believe it. You're coming with me or not? Yeah, I'm coming. You want this last bench of things flipped? Yeah. And run them off yourself. We got enough time? The truck should be here. You make the decision, sonny. But you'll deal all of it. You print the slips, you make the phony license plates, you plan the hijacking, you do the killing. The auto carrier is just coming over that hill. I think you can drive this truck, grandpa. I drove it last time, didn't I? Yeah. But I paid a lot of loot for this wagon, and it's helped me get a lot more. I'm sentimental about it. I didn't think you could be sentimental about anything. Here comes our sucker. Early 20s. Curly hair, nervous. Smokes a lot. That's one of them new style haircuts all over the head, you know? Reddish hair. Kind of pretty from what the motel guy said, but you know how motel guys are. That's vague, all right. One thing he said, though, he said there was an old guy with the Thompson's. It seemed to be a relative, like a grandfather or something. You cleaning out bird cages or something? You and I are going to check the one ads. One ads? No kidding. That makes two. Yeah, two. Two. From the same assembly plant. Four brand new cars on it. Two hijackings. Two murders. Two murders? He was found on a highway last night. Harrington, you and I are going to check the ads for slightly used automobiles, just the way that insurance investigated it. Only he ended up in the morgue. Here are the papers, Mr. Garrett. Oh, thank you. Harrington, I wonder where we'll end up. Today's Harrington and I and other members of my staff on every lead, including the ads for slightly used cars. No luck. We're in this teeming city. Our killer was still free. Yeah, I wish you'd stop that pacing. Ellie, please. Your wife's talking to you, sonny. Don't work on the last job. And so far all week, we only got one call about our ad. An old maid school teacher didn't even have her driver's license yet. I knew you shouldn't have pulled this job. I didn't even know about the first one till after it was done. There's lot you don't know, honey. Shut up, Grandpa. Ellie, you promised me there wouldn't be anymore. I only helped on this one because you promised me you'd stop. No. No, I won't forget it. You won't let me. I won't let you. No. You're so tense and nervous. What do you expect as to we all over town and us hold up in this free bag motel waiting for one ads to pay off? Maybe we should have stayed at this sleep easy. Lots of action there. It's more than that, Ellie. It's the way you talk, the way you look. You're a crook, she means. Or even a killer. I told you I keep that big mouth so high. Ellie, stop! This old man is going to give. Ellie, put down that gun. That's Mrs. Johnson. How do you do? I am Mrs. Johnson. And this gentleman? Mr. McCabe, my wife's grandfather. Howdy. Yeah, great. I know you, Mr. McCabe. McCabe, eh? Oh, Mr. McCabe isn't feeling so good. My wife has to take care of him. Oh, that's a fact. We'll have a little put trouble myself, right? Yeah, well, the car's right over here. It hasn't been all broken in yet. Just a few hundred months? Not even broken in yet. Uh, where are you selling it, Mr. Johnson? Hmm? I, uh, I bid off more than I can chew. I need the cash. Sometimes a guy gets in over his head. Yeah, sometimes they do. Uh, you might have a look under the hood. Go talk. Wasn't even used. I told you. If it was any newer, you'd have to pay new car prices. That's what I've seen today. How much? Two thousand flat. Eighteen hundred? I'm interested. Two thousand. See why? All right. I'll tell you why. I'll go home and get the misses. Then we'll let her drive it. If she likes it, I'll go get the two grand. Okay? Like, this won't last long, and that ad brings in a lot of cars. Okay. I'll give you the project. I'll hold it for a minute or so. Twenty-five, all right? Well, uh, no longer than an hour. All the cash I got out of me. Uh, mind giving me a receipt? Hmm? Oh, no. Not at all. That's good enough. It's only for an hour. Okay. The wife will see you before an hour, maybe. This your car? She'll be glad to get rid of this clunk. See you. Sheepy boy, forget it. Seven, three, three, eight. You got it? Got it. They have matches. Thompson's name is Johnson now. Young fellow in his early 20s, curly hair. That's a pretty wife with them, reddish hair. And an old geezer supposed to be a grandfather. Where are they at? The State Side Motel on Highway 99 near Academy Street. I gave them 25 bucks in mark bills to hold the car for an hour. Highway 99 near Academy Street, right? Right, Chief? Yes, sir. I'll call Homicide. Tell Padway I'll meet him in front of the building. Yes, sir. I just want to get us some sandwich. What are you going to do with it? What if the cork decide that? You're his wife? Yes. Yes, I am. I hope you'll be willing to tell us about it. She don't have to tell you a thing. She's my wife. She can't testify against me. I can tell Clondy. That's the grandfather, Chief. I can tell your gentlemen all you want to know about this cheap, too-bit murderin' little punk. He's in this, too. He's ended up to his dirty old neck. I told you a hundred times, Sonny. I got nothing left to lose. I'd like to do one decent service to the world while I still got the chance. I'm sorry. No. Sorry, Armor, honey. What's puttin' Ellis away is it. I hate killers. The young man we call Ellis was tried and convicted of first-degree murder. Three counts. His wife, Irma, and her grandfather, Harold McCabe, are now serving sentences for grand theft. Now, this is David Brine inviting you to join us when we present our next case based on the facts of crime from the files of Mr. District Attorney.