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Tonight, the subject of our FBI file, Homicide. It's titled, Mama's Boy. Many people have the mistaken idea that professional criminals are usually men or women of superior intellect who have perverted their talents. This is rarely the case. And even those who may be said to have a distorted intelligence all lack one basic human ingredient, common sense. Once a lawbreaker has been found guilty and served a prison sentence, common sense would tell him that there is no future in crime. But the so-called professional criminal sneers at the average man with his ideals of morality and justice and ignoring the evidence of his own life, convinces himself he will be smart enough to avoid being caught again. And so the vicious circle of crime and punishment continues. The records of your FBI and all other law enforcement agencies are merely the records of men and women who did not have common sense. Tonight's FBI file opens in front of an all-night roadside diner. A middle-aged man comes out from the small cafe and approaches one of the trucks parked nearby. He tosses away a toothpick and climbs into the can. Hey, what are you doing in here? I was hoping you'd give me a lift as far as Jefferson. I'm sorry, fella. The company's got rules against picking up hitchhikers. Well, it's a dark night. Nobody saw me get in. How about a break? Well, I'd like to found it. You know, they're awful strict. I'd be risking my job. It's better to risk your job than your neck. Huh? It's loaded, mister. Take it easy. Take it easy, will you? Then get moving. Sure, sure. Hello, Mrs. Walters. Why, Peggy? May I come in? Well, of course, dear, of course. How have you been? He's worse than ever about it. The whole house is filled with stamps. Books and books of them. It keeps me busy just dusting them. Well, I don't like to disturb him. Oh, nonsense. He's just ruining his eyes anyway. This way, Peggy. How is your husband? Oh, you know, Mike. Yes. Yeah, here we are. Company, Billy. Long time no see. How are you, Billy? Fine. Just fine. Well, I'll just leave you two young people together. Oh, don't run off on my account. Oh, I've got a cake in the oven. I better see how it's doing. You haven't changed a bit, Peggy. Neither have you, including the stamps. Oh, I just got a brand new set from Tunisia. If you'd like to look at him before I stick him in the books. All a stamp means to me is something you put on a letter. But where do you see these? Billy, there's something I've got to tell you. Huh? Billy, Mike and I are all washed up. You were right about him. I never should have married him. He's been chasing around and I... Oh, sorry, Peg. Well, it doesn't really matter. I was fed up anyway. Oh, well, what do you plan to do? Go away for a while. Get a divorce. But I'll need some money. Oh. Now don't look so worried. I'm not asking for gifts. I just thought maybe we could do some business together and each turn a profit. You're still in the same line, aren't you? Well, not exactly. Billy, I read the papers. I know you pretty well and I can tell which jobs are yours. I guess you can at that. What'd you have in mind? Can you handle $30,000 worth of furs? From where? Mike hijacked a truck this morning. Hasn't even unloaded it yet. All you have to do is get in and drive it away. And Mike'll be out $30,000. You are mad at him, aren't you? What do you think? I can't say that I blame you. I'm not exactly fond of him myself. Well, that's why I came to you. I thought you might like to return some of these past favors. Uh-huh. How much do you want? One-third. $10,000 in cash. And in advance. Advance? Well, I can't very well wait around until after you steal the truck. Mike might get wise. Yeah, but I haven't got that kind of dough. Couldn't you get it? Oh, I don't know. Mom has been taking care of the finances lately. Not sure how much she has put away. Oh, I'd rather you didn't tell her about this deal, Billy. Oh, but I have to, Peg. You know that. I've never done a job without Mom's, okay? It's Peggy, Mike. Where are you? Corner drugstore. How'd it go? I'm not sure. He's got to talk to Mom first. Oh, resist a bunch of furs. But I'm supposed to go back to their place in an hour. If she says okay, we can close the deal. Oh, fine. Pick up the dough and give them this address. Tommy, get in through a window and back and then nobody will be here after 7 o'clock. What about the furs? Have you moved them? Sure. They're in an empty store. I run it over in Greendale. Crates and the truck in case Junior gets suspicious before he drives off. We're taking an awful chance, Mike. Look, hon, this truck's hot. I've got to get rid of it. This way, I not only get rid of the truck, I get rid of Billy. But something might go wrong. What can go wrong? You won't get 10 blocks before the cops pick them up. I'll make sure of that. Oh. I tip him off as soon as he drives away. You're... You're not going to hide in the warehouse tonight. Will you stop worrying? About a half hour later at the local FBI field office, Supervisor Jed Bryant looks up as Special Agent Jim Taylor enters. You wanted to see me, Mr. Bryant? Oh, yes. Sit down, Jim. Thanks. You've been assigned to these truck hijackings that have been going on lately? That's right, sir. I'm afraid I've got another one to add to the list. Uh-huh. The Highway Police report that a Burgess Transit driver has been found in a gully just over the state line. He's been shot, apparently, enough for dead. And the truck's missing, of course. Right. The driver able to tell us anything? Not yet. He's still in a pretty bad way. Well, that sounds like the same area where those other two trucks were way-laid. What was this one carrying? Furs, big shipment. Uh-huh. They're marked pelts, so if they turn up, that'll give us something to go on. Oh, that's good. Of course, we don't know that whoever hijacked this truck drove it on into town. I think I've got a way of finding out, Mr. Bryant. Uh-huh? Yes. After the last robberies, I asked the attendants on the Tri-State toll bridge to keep a check on every commercial vehicle that uses it. A truck heading this way would have to cross the bridge. Oh, use my phone. All right, sir. Thanks. Mr. Bryant, do you have the license number for the truck there? Oh, yes. Right here. Thank you, sir. Hello. This is Jim Taylor speaking. I'd like... Oh, fine, Mr. Watson. Yes, that's what I called about. Are you still keeping records for me? Good. I'm interested in a Burgess Transit truck, license number 3Y57682. The police figure that hijacking took place around 4 a.m. this morning. Okay. What time early today, Mr. Watson? Yelp. That's it. About 5.15, huh? Anyone get a look at the driver? Oh, I see. Well, Brookdale Avenue. Yes, sir, that does help. Yes, thanks a lot. Bye. Watson was on duty himself. He spotted the truck, but he didn't notice the driver. What about Brookdale Avenue? Well, Watson remembers the truck turned off that way. Brookdale only leads out under the peninsula. Well, we could block off the area and begin a search. Can't be too many buildings large enough to hide a truck that size. Yes, I'm sure the local police will be glad to cooperate, Jim. And I'll assign Fred Thompson to give you a hand. All right, thank you, sir. The truck's still somewhere on the peninsula. We ought to be able to turn it up. Red Queen on the Black King. Like 607. Oh, where are those red jacks? Hi, Mother. It's 7 o'clock. Peggy said that was the best time to come for the truck. Oh, yes. I ought to be back in an hour or so. Still be early enough for us to go to the movies. Billy. Yes? I've been sitting here thinking about you and Mike, Jorgen. You never got along together, even when you were little boys. Yes, that's why I'm looking forward to this job tonight. Gives me a chance to get even with him. Maybe Mike feels the same way about you. I suppose he does. Well, can you be sure this whole thing isn't some kind of a trick? Well, Peggy wouldn't try anything like that, Mom. She's through with Mike. Is she? She turned you down for him once before. She'd do it again if she had the chance. What's the point in bringing this up now? We can't back out. You already gave her the money. I know. Get me my coat, Billy. What? I'm going with you and make sure you don't get into some kind of a mix-up. Oh, but, Mom... Now, don't argue with me. Just get me my coat like a good boy. Just a minute, honey. What are you two doing here? You don't mind if we come in, dear? I trust we aren't interrupting anything important. No, I was just packing. I thought you told me you'd left, Mike. I did. It sounded like you were expecting him when we knocked. Well, you see, I was afraid he'd come back. You got the furs all right? As a matter of fact, we didn't. Oh? The crates were all empty except for two on top. Are you sure? Oh, yes. I went along with Billy and saw that he checked very careful. I always like to be certain that I'm getting my money's worth when I buy something, especially the way prices are these days. Well, Mike must have already gotten rid of the furs. That's what we decided, too. Well, I didn't know. I'll be glad to give you back your 10,000. Do you still have it, Peg? Well, no. Not here in the apartment, but I can get it. So, Mike... What are you talking about? It's probably just a coincidence, but we found 10,000 dollars in Mike's pocket. Mike's pocket? Where is he? What's happened to Mike? He's dead, Peggy. Dead. We found him hiding in the warehouse office, and Billy... Well, you know Billy's never like Mike. Now, now, Peggy, you mustn't carry on so. I think you'd better spend the next few days with us. It isn't right for you to be alone at a time like this. 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All criminals have a multitude of excuses and rationalizations to explain their lawlessness and to gain your sympathies. Few of them rarely, if ever, put the blame squarely where it belongs. On themselves. Tonight's FBI file continues early the next morning in the basement of the Walters' residence. Peggy, I see you're awake. Did you have a good night's sleep? How could I tide up like this? Well, we didn't get any rest either. Mama and I stayed up till morning talking. Well, it isn't good for her. Do you know she'll be 60 on her next birthday? I couldn't care less. You shouldn't feel like that, Peggy, after the way she's been worrying about you. Oh, sure. She has, and she's decided that it's all right for me to let you go. She told her that we ought not to hold a grudge, and she agreed. Well, of course, you'll have to promise not to go to the police about Mike. Oh, I won't, Billy. I swear I won't. Get excited, Peggy. I'll take your word for it. Well, go on, untie me. Well, there's one other thing first. Oh? The first. I want to know what Mike did with him. I don't know. He didn't tell me. Oh. I see. I'd like to believe you, Peg, but... I'm afraid that Mom, she... she'll be awfully hard to convince. You always have to do just what Mama says. Oh, now, wait a minute, Peg. Why do you think I married Mike instead of you? A woman wants a man, Billy. Someone she can look up to. I liked you once a lot. Oh, no, you didn't. Not really. I'll prove it to you, Billy. I'll find out where Mike hid the furs, and when I do, we can go away together, just the two of us, and we can... Breakfast is ready, Billy. Oh, I was just asking Peg about the furs. Yes, I know. And she says that Mike didn't tell her what he did with them. Now, don't worry about that now, Billy. You go on upstairs and eat your eggs before they get cold. I'll stay here with Peggy. Maybe she'll feel more comfortable talking to another woman. We'll just have a nice little hen party while you're eating. Yes, Mama. Brian speaking. Mr. Taylor, Mr. Brian. Oh, yes, Jim. The police search has paid off. They found the Burgess truck in a warehouse on 11th Street. Good. Well, not too good, I'm afraid. The furs are gone except for a couple of cases. And the owner of the warehouse has been murdered. Yes, sir, he's a man named Mike Jorgens. Jorgens? There's quite a record, Mr. Brian. Small-time racketeers, several arrests for burglary. One of the back winners has been left to open that way. Was there more than one? Well, we found some footprints just inside that went into a layer of dirt. I had a call from the hospital. They think he may recover consciousness in an hour or so. Fine. I'll ask the police to send a picture of Jorgens over for possible identification, then. You think he hijacked the truck? So far, sir. That's my guess. And he leads on why he was killed. No, but it's just possible that somebody turned around and stole the furs from him. Of course, we can't be sure yet. I'm going to go over and have a talk with Jorgens' wife. Sam's now, Billy, and get the furs. Is she new where Mike hid them? A vacant store, 213 Greendale Street. There's a back end that you can park our truck in the alley. She lied to me again. What did you expect? Would you better hurry along? All right, Mom. And, uh, Billy? Yes? I don't think you'll ever be interested in running off with Peggy again. Is she...? Oh, no, no, no. She isn't dead. But I had a little trouble persuading her to tell me the truth. She... Well, she isn't quite as nice-looking as she was. Mama... I had to do it for your sake, son. She wouldn't be good for you. You need a mother to look after you. Taylor, I've got some news for you. Yes, Mr. Bryant? You were right about Mike Jorgens. The Burgess driver positively identified his photograph. No question whether he was the hijacker. I figured... Did you ever talk with Jorgens' wife? No, sir, she wasn't home. No? She lived in an apartment house on Elm Drive. We saw her leave last night with a young man and an elderly woman. She hasn't been back since. We got a search warrant for her apartment, turned up a rental receipt for a vacant store on Greendale Street, and Fred and I went right over. Were the furs there? No, apparently they had been, though. A fellow who runs the cleaning business next door told us that Jorgens had unloaded a lot of crates yesterday morning. Another man had just hauled the same crates away about an hour before we arrived. Could you get a description of this other man? Well, the cleaner was pretty vague, sir. We found some footprints, so I've had casts made for comparison with the prints that we found in Jorgens' warehouse. Anything else? Yes, sir. There's a little piece of cloth on a nail near the back door of the store, as though somebody had ripped their coat and a newspaper clipping that may have fallen out at the same time. Uh-huh. There didn't seem any fingerprints in the clipping, just smudges, but the item itself might lead to someplace. What do you mean? Well, it's about a stamp auction to be held next week. Stamp auction? That's right, sir, and I... Excuse me, Mr. Brandt. Oh, yes, Fred. Now, the list of Mike Jorgens' friends and enemies that you asked the police about just come in, Jim. Oh, thanks, Fred. They gave us all the personal details they have. Take a look at that third man, Billy Walters. He has a very interesting hobby. Good job. Hey, Mr. Brandt, what do you think? Is that you, Billy? Yes, Mother. Did you have any trouble? No, no, no. Found the furs all right, just what Peg told you. Put them in the shed. What's the matter? Your jacket's torn. Huh? There, in the pocket. Oh, I must have done it on one of the crates. Looks like part of the cloth is gone. Well, I'll just have to put on a patch. You're so careless with your things, Billy. Sorry, Mother. How's Peg? Same, I guess. Are we going to let her go now? How can we, Billy? Well, you did promise... Believe me, son, if I thought we could trust her, I'd be the first one to say turn her loose. She wouldn't make any trouble for us. She wouldn't dare. Billy, why are you always taking her side? She isn't the sort of girl for you. I've told you that time and time again. Yes, Mom, you have. Of course, if you think more of her than you do of me, she'll want to risk both our lives and let her make a fool of you again. Okay, okay, okay. When do I have to take care of her? As soon as possible, I should think. But you don't have to do it yourself, Billy. I... What's the matter? I thought I heard somebody out in the back. Yeah. Be careful, Billy. What are you doing out there? Just having a look at the furs in your shed. What? Special agents of the FBI, Billy. I want to have a little talk with you and your mother. Emma Walters and her son Billy were turned over to state authorities and were found guilty of the murder of Mike Jorgan. Both received life terms in a state penitentiary. Mike Jorgan's wife Peggy was sentenced to three years in a federal reformatory for women for her part in the disposal of the good stolen from interstate shipment. In tonight's file, you heard how a hijacking led in turn to assault, murder, another hijacking, and kidnapping. Only the swift action of your FBI prevented a second murder. FBI records show that many crimes are similarly interrelated, and because of this interrelationship, the solution of a comparatively minor offense often simultaneously solves other more serious offenses. This is one good reason why your FBI and all other law enforcement agencies are deeply concerned with every act of lawlessness, no matter how trivial it might seem on the surface. This is one reason why you, the average citizen, has a duty to report any evidence of crime that may come to your attention. To excuse or overlook an offense on the grounds that it seems unimportant may encourage the criminal to further more dangerous acts or enable him to hide more serious offenses already committed. Remember, your obligation never lies with the criminal. It always remains with your community, your state, and your country. If you are interested in the future security of your family, the answer is no farther away than your phone. Call up your local Equitable Society representative. Ask him to send you the Equitable Fact-Finding Chart for fathers and mothers. It's free. There's no obligation. No matter what your life insurance problem may be, independence after 60, education for your children, or assured home ownership, your Equitable Representative can help you plan wisely and economically. Just consult your local telephone directory for the name of your local representative of the Equitable Life Insurance Society of the United States. Next week, we will dramatize another case from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. It's subject kidnapping. It's titled, Pick Up! The incidents used in tonight's Equitable Life Insurance Society's broadcast are adapted from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. However, all names used are fictitious, and any similarity thereof to the names of places or persons living or dead is accidental. Tonight, the music was composed and conducted by Frederick Steiner. The author was Frank Burt, your narrator was William Woodson, and special agent Taylor was played by Stacey Harris. 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