 We take you an hour to the line-up. I'm supposed to be quiet, but we're checking on that 2-11. We get down in the morning. Oh, no identification? Not yet. Been another hour or so. But I'd stop in and see what you got. Nothing big. About 35 boys. Well, I got nothing to do until we get an identification. Oh, that's Matt. I gotta help you. Yeah, I'll see you later. You people out there on the other side of the wire of the audience room? May I have your attention, please? His name is Greb. I did Matt Greb. I'll explain the line-up to you. Each of the suspects you will see will be numbered. I'll call off a number of their name and charge. If you have any questions or identification, please remember the number assigned to the prisoner as I call his name. At the end of each line, when I ask for questions or identification, call out the number. If you're sure or not too sure of the suspect, have him held. The officers who took your name will assist you. They're seated among you. Please be propped with your questions or identification. When the prisoners leave here, they are sent to the washroom and dressed back into their jail clothes. It makes it quite difficult to bring them back after they leave here. The questions I ask these suspects are merely to get a natural tone of voice, so do not pay too much attention to their answers as they often lie. Bring on the line. Okay, keep it moving right over to the end of the stage. Hands to your sides. Now turn and face front. Okay, boys, now when you answer my questions, talk up. There's a lot of people out there, and I want you to talk up so they can all hear you. All right, number one, Thomas Lane, breaking and entering. Where do you live, Tommy? 3112 Kennedy, upstairs. Don't look at me, Tommy. Look straight ahead, right out at the people there. Yes, sir. You live at 3112 Kennedy. North, south, or what? 3112 South Kennedy. You live alone? No, sir, with my folks. What? With my folks. I know the people out in front can't hear you now. Come on, talk up. I said I live with my folks. That's better, Tommy. You're arrested with anybody? No, sir. Any weapons? Oh, no, sir. I didn't have any weapons. What time was it? Yeah, that's him, officer. Quiet. Yeah, but identification back then. Oh, that's the script. Thanks. Where was it? That's my script. Number one, that's the boy. Okay, we'll have him held at the end of the line. Okay, number two, Frank Lazarus. South. Where do you live, Frank? 913 South Orchard Street. What do you do? I'm a comrade. What were you doing when you were arrested? I was fighting. I was in a bar fighting. Did you start it? No, sir. Some guy hit a sailor. Just up and slugged him. Well, who did you hit? The guy that hit the sailor. I got sore when he hit him, so I dropped him. What did you drop him with? A peanut machine. He didn't have no business hitting that sailor. Sailor wasn't doing nothing but having a good time. The man you slugged said the sailor started off. I was standing right there, Sergeant. The sailor wasn't doing nothing. Staying there having a beer, minding his own business. The guy I slugged started to hold him. Would have on it. You know the sailor? Yeah, sure. He's my brother. Okay, number three, Dennis Riley. Drunk and disorderly. Ready to live, Dennis? 214 Old Plec Apartments C, Sergeant. What do you do? I'm kind of out of work. I haven't been doing nothing for a while now. You're married? Sure. What do you think I'm here for? Because you and three other guys caused some trouble. Well, I had a small party, Sergeant. My wife's out of town. I can't do nothing when she's home, so I had a party. Well, you got pretty drunk. Oh, not too much. How long were you drinking? Well, 30 years. Number four, George Watson Robbins. Where do you live, George? 440 Federal Street. Are you arrested with anybody? No. Ben? Any where? Yeah, 30 years. I'll see you in a minute. Sure. Well, what is it? Is it a blue steel or what? Blue steel. What's up? We got something on that 211. Identification? Not yet, but I've got an old tramp downstairs. Says he saw the man killed. This is Sam Rogers, Ben. Oh, Sam, they called me. Keep your seat, Sam. Yes, yes. Sam says he was in a culvert near the shore road. I was just keeping out of the rain. He saw a car pull off the side and heard a shot. Yeah, that's right. Tell me about it, Sam. Well, ain't much to tell. The man got out of the car. This was after the shot of course. He got out and grabbed the man's leg and dragged him out of the car. Bump, buddy, bump. Oh, he swung him off the road so hard he rolled on down that hill there. Just over and on. I just stayed in there watching him over. Just over and over. You see the man who pulled this guy out of the car and rolled him down the hill? Oh, yes. I saw him. He had to drag this dead fellow right in front of the headlights to get him over to the hill there. I saw him kind of clearly in the headlights. How'd you know the fellow was dead? Well, you got him down the morgue. You know he was dead when this man rolled him down the hill? Oh, I didn't stick around and find out. Took me all this time to get up enough nerve to come in here. So I just kind of walked around thinking about it and figured I'd better tell you, man. Oh, we're glad you did. Couldn't have fixed me up with a meal, could you? Gathering. You know, oh, wait a minute. Okay. Give it to me. Russell Godfrey, 311 Kirby Roan. Okay, right. That's the identification. Russell Godfrey, 311 Kirby Roan. Is that the dead fellow? That's right, Sam. As you fix him up with a meal and give him a bed. Well, I ain't tired. I'm hungry, but I ain't tired. You got any money? What kind of money? You can have a run of the place. You wouldn't mind it. Okay, but I won't mind it. I shall have nightmares, sure. I can sure do without this rain. We need it. Well, come on, let's get it over with. Yeah. Somebody ought to try to figure out a waterproof cigarette. Oh, I'm sorry. I was expecting my husband. I'm Lieutenant Guthrie, Mrs. Godfrey. Lieutenant? And this is Sergeant Graham. Police? That's right. Something's happened. May we come in? Yeah, of course. Mrs. Godfrey, we'd like to ask you a few questions. Questions? Yes. Your husband was shot. Oh, no. There's no other way of telling you this. We've got to tell you the truth. You mean someone killed him? Yes, ma'am. Someone shot him. Oh. Mrs. Godfrey. Mrs. Godfrey, do you have any friends or a member of the family you'd like us to call? My mother. Yeah, call my mother. What's the number, Mrs. Godfrey? Mrs. Klein, Madison 33446. Mrs. Klein, Madison 33446? Yes, yes. The phone's in the hall. That door. Thank you. I'm sorry. I'm terribly sorry, but it's such a terrible shock. You think you could answer just a couple of questions, and we won't bother you for a while. I'll try. We've found your husband out on the shore road. He comes home from work that way. Somebody drive him? He has his own car? Oh, yes. He has his own car. Where does he work? He works for Mr. Martin. The Martin-Lions Printing Corporation. He's a salesman. Martin-Lions Printing Corporation? Yeah, that's on the east side about 45 minutes from here. What time does he usually get home? About six. Usually about six. I've been worried because I didn't hear from him. I even called the office, but they said he left. Why would anybody want it? Your mother's on the way, Ben. He was in his own car, man. Oh. A checker, maybe? Maybe. Why don't you stretch out on the couch, Mrs. Godfrey? Your mother'll be right over. All right. Throw that cover over a man. Sure, sure. Now, are you okay, Mrs. Godfrey? Yes, thanks. A man? Yeah? As soon as the mother goes home, we'll check on what kind of car he was driving. Put out an APB. You're okay, Ben. Tomorrow morning, I want to go down to the Martin-Lions Printing Company where he works. Okay. See you right? Yeah. Oh, no. Oh, no. Miserable rain. Yeah. We needed it, though. Yes, Mr. Martin. This is Sergeant Graham. Sergeant? How are you, sir? What'd you have a seat? Oh, thank you. Now, then, what can I do for you? You have a man working for you named Godfrey. Russell Godfrey? Yeah. Nothing wrong? He was killed last night. What? Someone shot him, took his car. Good grief. Shot him? Deliberately? Very deliberately. I walked downstairs with him, said goodnight. What about his wife? She took it pretty well. He didn't drive away with anybody? No, no, he was alone. At least he was when he left me. Have you any idea why anybody would want to kill him? No, I certainly don't. Did he have much money on him? I couldn't say. Any valuables? Anything of value from your company? We had a briefcase. Briefcase? Yes, threw it in front seat with him. We talked for a minute. Then it started raining. Have you any idea what was in the briefcase? Just the kid, all our sales force shoes, his sample forms, cards, checks. What kind of checks? They wouldn't do anybody any good. They'd need to pay his name. Here, I'll show you one. Besides the signature, they'd need to be signed by the officers, the various companies whose signature is acceptable to the paying banks. You mean you print these up for a lot of firms? Hundreds of firms. Each have their own color, markings, and so on. All right, see. Well, who could cash these checks beside the banks? I mean, don't they have regular check cashing services? Well, yes. The number of them in the city. Lieutenant, you don't think Godfrey was killed for these checks? Yes, I do. There are a lot of people who work pretty hard trying to make crime pay off. Have enough, Ben? Enough. Up to here, Molly. Coffee? If there won't be any trouble. Don't be silly. I'll help, honey. Oh, you have a cigarette. Now look, now look, Molly. We'll do the dishes tonight. You'll both sit right there and relax. Well, Pete's sake. You'll like to eat over here. But how many times? Have a cigarette. Relax, Ben. You're out of class. Okay. This is no trouble for me at all. Ah, wonderful dinner, Molly. You can come again. Thank you, Matt. Hmm? We ought to help one night. Oh, I helped plenty of nights. What do you think I asked you over for? I heard that. Oh, you did, huh? Yes, I did, huh? The cream on the table? No, no. The sugar is, though. Honey, do you want to have coffee in the other room? You want to? Fights are on, Ben. Sure. Yeah, we'll have it in the other room, honey. Okay. You go on. I'll bring it in. Yeah. It's nearly eight and they started, eh? Ugh. Sit over there, Ben. Oh, he's guarding your chair, huh, man? Oh, no, Ben. That's okay. That's okay. I was joking. Who's fighting? I don't know. Who's fighting? I don't know. Second bout of evening features. Oh, is she dating? And here they are on the way. Is that loud enough there? Well, a little more. Lost three, one, six by knockout. Okay. Okay. Well, lost two and one, five by knockout. Well, the fight's on. And there's Jones with a long left. Monkey takes it on his elbow. And counters with his own left. High on the head of Jones. Yes? Both Jones and Monkey, you've always been proud, please, sir. Ben, for you. Oh, man. It's the precinct. Oh, thanks, honey. And Monkey takes the left. Hello. This is Dothway. Both of these boys have got a lot of respect for each other. And they're staying away. Yeah, all right, Coyne. We'll be right down. Better hold the coffee, honey. I just poured it back in the pot. Sorry to drag you out. That's okay, Coyne. This is Mr. Webb. Lieutenant Guthrie, Sergeant Gribb. Hello. Mr. Webb is president of the firm whose name was cut into the checks. Oh. Just one check cash? That's right, Lieutenant. Here it is, Ben. And which one of you men cashed the check? There were questions in the teller. He doesn't remember the man too well. Thinks he might have done a fine if he saw him again. I may not have to answer Fisher. No one on your payroll by that name, Mr. Webb? No. No, sir. $258. Deductions and everything. You did a good job. Yeah, too good. Somebody certainly familiar with Mr. Webb's business. We're running a check on all the employees. Have you seen Mr. Martin, the princes? Yeah, we're doing the same with all the employees in his shop. How do you spot this as a phoning? Well, Baxter's a check cashing service, call me. Baxter had read about that man being killed and the check stolen. He knew our payday, and remembered it wasn't today. And so, Mr. Baxter called me. Well, whoever cashed that thing certainly got careless. Doesn't look like it was planned so well after all. It doesn't make sense. Looks like a perfect forgery. But to make a mistake of cashing it on the wrong day, I might have gotten away with it if it had gone in with a lot of other change. Yeah, sure stuff, man. Oh, excuse me, man. Why? You guys are right here. See you back. Hey, you got me? Yeah? Yeah, where? Okay, right. Got Godfrey's stolen car spotted. Parking lot on West Coast, thanks. There's that, sir. Park right over here, Ben. You want to talk to your tenant? Yeah. Braggs? Yes, sir. How long ago did the man park that car? About 20 minutes. Officer on the beach spotted it. Just one man, son? Yes, just one man. He told me to watch it because there were some suitcases in it. Three of them. The maps and the glove compartment. Taking a trip. Might explain why that check was cashed on the wrong day. Let's go take a look. Mr. Yeah? That's him. Here he comes. No, don't point. He spotted us, Ben. He's running. Asher, run that way. He's behind those cars. I forgot. He's got a gun. Circle that way, man. Right. Come on, give it up. You're surrounded. You can't make it. Throw your gun out. Okay. Blow him up. It's abstaining in the tank, but it's coming down here. Yeah, well, we need an identification, Sam. Did I got it? We want to know if this is the man you saw pull the other one out of the car and roll him down the hill. What do you mean, uh-uh? I mean, huh? That ain't the guy. First license in the wallet. Name's Bishop Frank Bishop. Check the files. No package on him. And what about the FBI? Oh, we're waiting for a kickback now. Nothing much here. Well, how do you think he figures? No guy's going to pull a gun like that unless he's mixed up in something that might get him a lot of years. You want to check that address on the license? 778.5 North Spring. Yeah, wait a minute. What's the matter, Ben? That address. What about it? It's funny. That address, it's familiar. Well, where the devil have I seen it? 778.5 North Spring. Doesn't do anything for me. Where are those lists on the employees working for the check caching fund? You put them in the file. Do you want them? Yeah. Give a couple of sheets to Asher. You take a couple and we'll check them. Oh. Oh. It's a 1933 on the forgery we have been using for miles. Oh, OK, go ahead and bring it in, will you? All right. Nothing on this one. Hey, Ben. Huh? Here it is. The Martin Lyons printing company. Jules Harrison 778.5 North Spring. I knew I'd seen it. Could be Bishop's roommate. Here's a kickback, Ben. Oh, thanks. Take a couple of men and go over and check on 778.5 North Spring. Man named Jules Harrison works for Martin Lyons printing. Want to talk to him. All right. Are we going? We're going over to the printing company. I got a hunch he's still working for them. Asher. Yeah. Go down and get old Sam. We'll want an identification. All right, Ian. Mr. Martin's expecting you. Thank you. Let's go, Sam. Yeah, OK. Hello, OK. Hello, Mr. Martin. Mr. Martin, this is Sam Rogers. How do you do? Hey. Sam saw the man who killed Godfrey. We think maybe the man we want is working for you. Jules Harrison. Sure. Of course. He's been with the company for nearly 10 years. Well, we'd like for you to send for him, please. All right. Mr. Williams, would you ask Jules Harrison to come in, please? Yes, sir. What makes you think it was Harrison? Well, we spotted Godfrey's stolen car in a parking lot. The man who was driving it put up a fight and was killed. When we checked his address, we found it matched Harrison's. Maybe this other man was the one who killed Godfrey. No. Old Sam here says he was. That stiff and the morgue wasn't the one who killed that fella and rolled him down the hill. No, sir. Yeah. Mr. Harrison is here. Send him in. Now, Sam, take a good look at him. OK. You want to see me, Mr. Martin? Yes, come in, Harrison. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. That's your fellow, Lieutenant. That's him. That's him. You're under arrest, Harrison. I'm holding you on suspicion of murder. That's the fella. He pulled the guy out of the car and he rolled down the hill. Now, wait a minute. Stay right there. Yeah, yeah, that's him. All right. These gentlemen are from the police here. So what? I haven't done anything. You know a man named Frank Bishop? Oh, I live with him, but why have you not? You know a man named Russell Godfrey. Sure. He used to work here. He got... Wait a minute. You don't think... Frank Bishop had Godfrey's car. Bishop is dead. What's that got to do with me? Bishop just lived with me. One of you made a mistake and cashed one of those checks on the wrong day. I think it was Bishop. I think he got scared and tried to skip town. I don't care what you think. I didn't have anything to do with it. This man saw your old Godfrey's body out of his car. That's right. That's right. If I saw you, you pushed him. Just pushed him right over there. We think you planned this whole thing with Bishop. You get the checks, Bishop forges them. You've been working here 10 years, haven't you? Yeah. You'd know just what to do with those checks if you had a good forger to help you. How long have you known Bishop? He's been living with me for the last year. I took him in to help with the rent. He should never have cashed that check. Mind the cash. I didn't mean to kill Godfrey. I waited on the road and he picked me up. I didn't mean to kill him. Bishop got scared and needed some money. All that planning and he ruined it just by cashing that lousy check. Okay. Let's go down to the station. Yeah, I guess it's just as much my fault. I didn't mean to kill Godfrey. Things like that happen, I guess. But I didn't mean to. Okay. Let's go. Jail? Oh, I see you. Come on. Come on. It's nearly four o'clock. We serve dinner an hour. Where before you passed the innocent, the vagrant, the thief, the murderer. Listen again next week when we again bring you the lineup. Attention, please. You people out there on the other side of the wire in the audience room. May I have your attention, please? Thank you. My name is Greb, Sergeant Matt Greb. I'll explain the lineup to you. Each of the suspects you will see will be numbered. I'll call up a number, their name and charge. If you have any questions or identifications, please remember the number assigned to the President as I call his name. At the end of each line when I ask for questions or identification, call up the number. This is the United States Armed Forces Radio Service.