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If a gong should ring throughout America every time a major crime is committed, perhaps it would bring home more graphically the tremendous number of crimes inflicted upon us by our legion of criminals. Last year, the total of those major crimes exceeded the million and a half mark, which means they came at intervals of more than three a minute every day throughout the 12 months. Now we are beginning a new year, a year which can start the decline in the price of crime for the decent people of the nation. Ten years ago, the Federal Bureau of Investigation undertook a survey to find the exact price each of us paid toward the crime bill. The result of that survey showed that every responsible citizen's contribution was $120 per year. In those ten years, the price of everything has skyrocketed, with crime being no exception. Your FBI does not have any easy answer to the problem, but it does have a suggestion. A suggestion that local police forces be given more manpower. For it has been repeated history that where a municipality has raised the number of police, it has simultaneously lowered the number of crimes. You as a citizen can help see to it that your local police force is strengthened. Can help see to it that this year shall be a year of victory for the people over their common enemy. The criminal. Tonight's file opens in the Midwestern city. It is early afternoon. On the main street of this community, a blue sedan is cruising slowly. The woman driving turns to the two men seated beside her. It'll place the park, Clint. Go around the block again. Seems like we have this trouble every time we come into town. Hey, hold it, sir. There's somebody for now. Oh, good. What time is it, Willie? Uh, it's, uh, 10 to 4-3. We'll be right back, sir. I'll be here. Seems a shame to waste a nickel on this. Better. It's getting in trouble with the law. There's a boy with papers, Clint. Yeah, I see him. Next, next. The big fire uptown. Read all about it. Some paper, mister? Yeah, give me all you got. All of them? That's right. Gee, what a break. There's a $20 bill. Oh. I ain't got change for that. That's right, Clint. Why don't we go in there and change? Okay. Come on, son. You too, Willie. Mister, what do you want with all the papers? Got my picture in them. Oh, no kidding. How come? Best part, we're in Harris County. All right, go ahead, both of you. Okay. All right. Change it. That window there. Never mind that. Come here, you. Huh? Stand still. Start talking, Willie. Hey, what? This is a stick up. Anybody moves a peg, this boy gets shot. The FBI field office. Special Agent Jim Taylor approaches the desk of Agent Bill Hudson. Hi, Bill. Hello, Jim. Welcome back. Thanks. How was Washington? Oh, just about the same. But you know, you never realize how much you need that retraining period. None of us do. It'll retake it. Well, how was it back here? Busy. And we're working on a new one that came in this afternoon. Oh, what is it? It's an international. We're just stuck up by closing time today. Anyone been there? Yeah, I just got back. Two men used a news boy as a shield. They took almost $20,000. Technique sounds familiar. I was used by Clinton, Willie Fleming, six months ago at that bank up in Jonesboro. Oh, yeah. And from the descriptions we got, it seems it was the same boys. How did they get away? Car driven by a woman. No idea who she is, though. You think we might find out from their records? Yeah, we could. I didn't ask copies on the way. Or one of the things. One of the Fleming's was shot by a bank guard during the escape. How bad? Well, from the trail of blood, my guess is he caught a fat one. That means a doctor? Yeah. I have a list here of every doctor in the vicinity, though. Let's cut it in half and alert all of them. How you feel, Willie? Stop bleeding like it was. Want another smoke? No. He passed out again. Is he still breathing? Yes. Clinton, what do you think? About what? Willie. They write a man should die in his honeymoon. And he ain't going to die. To the scene last time he got shot. We took a movie theater. We get to the sidewalk, it's full of police. Willie stopped eight bullets. Inside of two months, he was perkier than ever. Did he have his same doctor? One we're going to now? No, I don't know this fella. Then why are you going to him? Because he's the closest one. You got a bullet from the law and you can't beat Juzi. Who told you about him? A friend of mine. Clint? What? This doctor don't know us. Maybe he won't take care of Willie. You take care of him? How do you know? Because we got a gun. On this list of doctors. Oh, you can forget that, Bill. Huh? A call came in from my resident agent in Thomasville. The police there located the getaway car. In Thomasville? On the outskirts. There was blood on the back seat, fingerprints all over the car. They didn't happen to leave the loot too, did they? No, they... I'll find it, though. Surgeon. Special agent Taylor Spee. Yeah, Frank. What? Wait, where do I take it down? Okay, sure. Station wagon. License number... five, two, three, one... Hey, that last number on nine? Yeah. Yeah. Okay, got it. Broken right front headlight. Yeah. Right away. Yeah, thanks, Frank. Bye. That was the resident agent again. What did he have? The Fleming's abandoned the getaway car, all right, but they stole the station wagon and kept going. How did he come up with that? Failure of blood that led from the getaway car to the lot where the station wagon was parked. Come on, let's get down to the teletype room and send down the line. You're working all your right soon. Ring the bell, Sarah. I'll carry you with me. All right. You're the doctor? I'm the doctor. Clearly he's drunk. That's correct, ma'am. Now, how do you want? Trouble to come see you. Joe Cleveland. Joe Cleveland, there's long sentences to mean anything in my life. Go someplace else. Wait a minute. Hold that door. The couch over there, please. I think so, sir. Sure. Will you please listen to me? You listen to me. This boy's got bullets in him. I want you to take him out. All right. I can't. We got money. I'll pay you. All right. It's not that. I just couldn't do it. Why not? Look at my hands. Look at him. You think they could hold a name? Clearly he's right. We better go someplace else. There ain't no place else. Now, listen to me. You're going to get in the shape so he can fix the wheelie. Now, here. Here. Stop it. Stop it. No. Yeah, look at me. Here. I didn't do it. Fine, the kid. Make some coffee. He's going to sober up and get them bullets out of Willie. Yeah, I believe so. How about, doc? Well, if I could have just one drink. Oh, no. What about that stuff you gave Willie? What, to be wearing off? Not for quite a while. All right, come on, doc. Get started on them bullets. Well, I can tell you. Yeah, I can. Come on. I need some help for crime. See the instruments? Yeah. Hand them to me one at a time as I asked for them. Start over here, work down. I can do that, Clint. Okay. All right, get started, doc. Very well. Which one's that? The top one. Just remember, start at the top and work down. Here you are. Look at that bag moving up and down. Here, help some breathing. Four steps. These? Yes. How is he, doc? He's pretty weak. Spunge four steps. This drive? Yeah. He breathing good, huh? Yeah, adrenaline quick. That needle over there. Here? Yeah. There's a whole design. Like this? Yeah, that's it. And suppose you keep him company. Just a moment. To this exciting file which shows how your FBI helps protect the security of America. Now a quick look at the future of America. As it enters the second half of the 20th century, economists predict there is every indication that the 1950s will prove to be the most prosperous decade our country has yet experienced. Television sets as widely distributed as radios now are. 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The fact, however, is that men like the Fleming's and women like Sarah Fleming become lawbreakers not because of their environment, but because of their outlook on life, because of their attitude that anyone who works for a living is wasting time. It would be idle to deny that slums do breed crime and that the nation would be far better off without them. But it is equally true that many of our front-page criminals, the John Dillinger's, the Alvin Coppers', the Mar Barker's, came from the small towns of the nation. They never knew what the word slum meant, and yet they became the most dangerous, the most keenly hunted criminals in the history of your FBI. Every criminal, big or small, is a human being with all the individual facets every person has. But while they enjoy a multitude of differences, they also have one thing in common, the criminal viewpoint. The belief that becomes a conviction that they can get away with it, can get away with anything, up to and including murder. Tonight's file continues the next day at the FBI field office. Bill, how soon can you leave here? Well, where are we going? Airport. Well, who's coming in? Nobody. We're going out to Central City. Oh, what for? That station wagon the Fleming's took last night has been located. How about the Fleming's? Well, they were gone. The car was found on the driveway of an ex-doctor named George Adams. George Adams? Yeah, he lost his license several years ago for trying to alter a fugitive's fingerprints. Oh, yeah, I remember. Did the police question him? Well, they couldn't. He was found with a bullet in his chest. We're going to interview him if he regains consciousness. What time does our plane leave? In, uh, 40 minutes. We should just about make it. Quit that, Sarah. I can't. It's my husband laying there dead in the back seat. Yeah, well, it's my brother, my favorite brother. Too bad you didn't think of that before you'd done it. Done what? Took him into that bank. Wait a minute. You saying this is my fault? If you wanted to quit, you wouldn't let him. Look, don't you go start no talk like that. He couldn't wait to bust in that bank. I can still hear him talking. I'm a husband now. I need money for Sarah. Lots of money. That's what he said. Don't you go start no talk like that, you hear? The main thing we got to do now is get Willie to your farm and get him buried. You asking your folks? Asking a what? To come to the funeral. Funeral? Are you crazy, woman? We're just going to dig a hole in the ground. But that ain't proper. And us winding up in jail wouldn't be proper either. Willie's going in the ground, right back of your farm. You and me are going to be preacher Paul Barr and mourners at the grave. Adams, do you feel well enough to talk? Yes, sir. What can you tell us about last night? Well, this man Fleming came to my home. He was with his brother and a woman. What time was this? I don't know. See, I've been thinking quite heavily. Did you know the Fleming's? No. In fact, I refused them, but they forced their way in. What made them come to you? A man named Doug Cleveland told him about me. I took a bullet out of him two years ago. That's the last time I've associated with any of them. But you did perform an operation on Willie Fleming. Yes. That's a vulnerable gun. One slight aggression. Do you want a car, Mr. Adams? Yes. You'll find it in my garage. I understand it's gone. Fleming must have taken it. So can you describe your car for us? My words, like they're on the table, contains my registration. Fine. So, Jim, why don't I take this and call the police? Haven't sent out a lot. Okay, though. All right. I'll see you later. All right. Mr. Adams, before you were shot, did you hear Fleming say anything about where he and the woman were going? No. Can you remember any of that conversation? See, I... Yeah. Yeah, I... I do recall one thing. After I'd been shot, I was laying on the floor. Still unconscious. I heard Fleming say to the woman, we're taking Willie out of here. We're gonna bury him back on the farm. Did he say where the farm was? I don't recall. Anything else? Can you think of anything that was said before you were shot? No. I'm afraid not. All right. All right. I can remember his undressing Fleming operating. Wait a minute. You see, you took off his clothes? Yeah. Are they still at your home? I don't. Oh, I think I should get out there and see. I found Fleming's clothes. Anything in them? I haven't looked yet. Let's see. This label on the jacket is from the store in Watkins Grove. I came up with something. I don't know what it means, anything. What is it? This wedding ring. Huh? I found it on the sink in that room Madam's used for the operation. There's an inscription you see. M-W-2-R-D-W-1-23-14. M-W-R-D-W-1. Those initiatives don't tie in with anyone in this case. Oh. 1914 was a long time ago. Well, I'll check with Doc Adams. See what he can tell us about it. He seemed to be coming up with empty pockets. Yeah. Well, that's all of them. Bill, let's get back to the hospital. Okay. I'll put in a call to the Watkins Grove police. His jacket came from there, so maybe they'll know something about the Fleming Brothers. We tried to see the Doc about that wedding ring, but he couldn't be disturbed. How did you make out? I contacted the Watkins Grove police. They knew the Fleming's. They used to live there, but they moved away five years ago. Any lead on where they might have gone? They didn't have any, but they gave me the name of a local resident who'd been friendly with the Fleming's. I've got a call in for him now. I'll see if he has any lead on where they might have gone. Bill, I talked to that guy under the Fleming's. Any luck? Some. He hadn't seen them in two years, but he'd heard from them. Willie Fleming got married a month ago to a girl named Sarah Williams. Ah, she's the one that traveled with him. Sounds like it. I learned that they were living on a farm up in Elm County. A farm that the girl had inherited when her parents died. Any address? Now I've got a call in now for the county agent. I think encouraging that county agent said Elm County was settled by a family named Williams and half the people up there now have that name. It'll take weeks to check all of them. Jim, I talked to the doc. He'd never seen the ring. He figured it must have belonged to the woman. Said she washed her hands just before the operation. Bill, let me see that ring again. We don't. Here. Yeah. Yeah, sure it belongs to her. Come on. Let's get up down to Elm County. Aren't you putting up a marker? Now, who dig him up? I'm never going back in there. As soon as I get my money, I'm going away. What money? What you took from the bank. You get nothing from that. I'll get Willie's half on his widow. I don't figure that way. You mean to keep it all, Clint? That's right. Let me tell you something. You ain't never going to get to spend it. Why not? Because I'll tell the law on you, that's why. I'll tell them it was you that stuck up the bank. You just would. Sure. I think I got a way of stopping that. Come on, Willie. There ain't nothing going to happen. Who are you? Special Agent of the FBI. They're both under arrest. It was the former Dr. Adams. Subsequently, died in the hospital. Clint and Sarah Flunning were found guilty and sentenced in the federal court. Sarah to life imprisonment and Clint to execution. The clue that led Special Agents Taylor and Hudson to the bank robbers hideout was the inscription in the wedding ring found at the doctor's home. M-W to R-D-W, 123-14. Having established that the ring belonged to the girl, a ring commemorating a marriage way back in 1914, Taylor correctly assumed that it was her parents' ring that she was now wearing. Her family name being Williams, Taylor checked the records in the Elm County Courthouse for marriages in 1914 on the date of the inscription. This then disclosed the address of the Williams farmhouse. And thus, two special agents of your FBI aided by local police were able to close the file on three dangerous criminals to close Willie Fleming's by stamping the word dead across the face of it and to close the other two with the frequently used stamp that bears the single word every criminal fears. The single word convicted. In just a moment, we will tell you about next week's exciting FBI file. Now one last word on the equitable society's plan for men and women on the way up. It's a plan for the man who's confident that someday soon, his boss is going to call him in and say, Ed, you've been doing a great job. An outstanding job. From now on, you're in charge of your department. If you're that kind of man, then the sooner you get in touch with an equitable society representative, the better. Ask him for full information on the equitable society's life insurance plan for men and women on the way up. Or send a postcard care of this station to the Equitable Life Assurance Society. Next week, we will dramatize another case from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. A factual recount of a thrilling manhunt, its subject, attempted murder, its title, a license to kill. The incidents used in tonight's Equitable Life Assurance 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 persons living or dead is accidental. Tonight's program was transcribed and the music was composed and conducted by Frederick Steiner. The author was Jerry D. Lewis. Your narrator was William Woodson and special agent Taylor was played by Stacey Harris. 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