The Street with No Name

November 14, 1:
30 a. m.

The Meadowbrook,

a typical roadhouse and gambling place...

on the outskirts

of Center City.

This is a stickup. Hands on the table, everybody!

Come on, come on.

Snap it up!

Okay, Stokowski, dry up.

Come on. Get up against the wall there.

- All right, keep moving now.

- Over to the wall. Come on. You too, Grandpa.

Don't move.

I tell you, don't move.!

- Helen!

- Sit down!

Victim:
Helen Jannings.

Occupation:
housewife.

Survivors:

husband and two children.

The bullet that

killed Helen Jannings...

was sent to the F.B.I. headquarters

in Washington...

examined and catalogued

in the National Ammunition File...

where bullets from unsolved cases

are kept for reference.

It was soon

to have a companion.

Victim:
Frank Malloy.

Occupation:
bank guard.

Survivors:

wife and three children.

Cause of death:
shot while trying

to prevent a bank robbery.

Two murders within five days

in the same city.

Investigation was already underway

when Ralph Demory...

chairman of the Police Advisory Board,

arrived.

He conferred

with Chief of Police Bernard Harmatz...

Lieutenant Paul Staller

of the Homicide Squad...

and Richard Atkins of the F.B.I.

The bullet that killed Frank Malloy,

the bank guard...

was forwarded to the F.B.I. laboratory

in Washington.

A routine check of the barrel markings

under a comparison microscope...

revealed it came from a Luger...

the same Luger

that had killed Helen Jannings.

This bank robbery,

a violation of a federal statute...

gave the F.B.I. jurisdiction

to come in on the case.

Mr. Hoover assigned it

to Inspector George A. Briggs...

one of the Bureau's top investigators.

Together with a squad of special agents

trained in handling bank robberies...

Inspector Briggs proceeded to Center City,

where he was met by Richard Atkins...

special agent in charge

of the F.B.I. field office there.

In a police lineup in Center City...

a suspect named Robert Danker,

picked up by the F.B.I....

was identified by several bank clerks

as the killer of Frank Malloy...

and by David Jannings

as the murderer of his wife.

- What time did you leave the Meadowbrook?

- I was never in that clip joint.

- You're certain of that?

- Sure I'm certain.

That's your driver's license, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- That was found in the Meadowbrook...

right after Helen Jannings was murdered.

- You were there, weren't you?

- No.

- Your license was.

- Ask the guy who swiped it how it got there.

- It's a frame.

- Who's framing you?

Stooling ain't in my line.

I'll take care of him myself.

- Oh, come on, Bob. We're just trying to help you.

- Yeah, trying to help.

You're trying

to pin a double murder rap on me.

All right then, your license was stolen,

somebody framed you.

But why shield him? Your best chance to

clear yourself is to prove that you were framed.

- I'll prove it my own way, when I get out.

- That may not be so easy.

I'll take my chances.

They don't look too good

right now, Bob.

You came into this town a month ago,

a vagrant with a police record.

- You admit being here the day the bank was robbed.

- But I didn't heist no bank.

You claim you were never in the Meadowbrook,

and yet your license was found there.

I told you...

Oh, you already got me strapped

in the chair, so what's there to talk about?

Well, let's talk about the license.

If you didn't drop it, who did?

- I told you. I was in Chicago that night.

- Have you any proof of that?

Sure. I cut off my arm and buried it there

for an alibi. All you gotta do is dig it up.

Talk like that isn't gonna

help you, Danker.

- Wasn't there anybody who saw you?

- Look, it's a city.

Nobody sees you in a city,

do they, mister?

- Your room clerk, landlady.

- I didn't have no room. I was busted all the time.

- Where'd you sleep that night?

- Under a new building going up.

- One near the freight yard.

- Where'd you get this, Bob?

That ain't blood.

That's red paint off a girder.

Red paint, in the cellar

of that building where I holed up.

- All right, Bob.

- It's paint, I tell you.

We'll send you some other clothes.

In the meantime, get those off.

Have his clothes

and his shoes sent in right away.

We'll book him on suspicion of robbery.

We'll book him on suspicion of robbery.

At the F.B.I. laboratory in Washington...

a microscopic examination

and chemical analysis...

was made of the smudge

on Danker's coat.

Exposed to the spectrograph,

the smudge was broken down...

into its component parts

and photographed.

The densitometer

concluded the examination...

and the results were immediately

forwarded to Inspector Briggs.

- Is the chief in?

- Yes, sir. He's expecting you.

Inspector Briggs

is on his way in, sir.

Lieutenant Staller,

Inspector Briggs is here.

- Hello, Inspector.

- Hello, Paul.

- What's the score?

- Danker's innocent.

- No!

- Our laboratory definitely places him in Chicago...

at the time the Jannings girl

was murdered at the Meadowbrook.

- Well!

- That girder was painted at 5:30...

on the afternoon

of the murder.

It was quick-drying stuff,

from six to eight hours.

The paint penetrated his coat

just enough to show...

that it was almost dry at the time

that Danker rubbed against it.

- What do you know?

- Which puts him in Chicago between 1:00 and 2:00 a. m...

around the time

the Jannings girl was killed.

"His presence in Chicago

conclusively established...

by further laboratory examinations. "

- Looks like the kid was framed.

- Seems to be very little doubt about it.

Now if we can get him to talk

about that chauffeur's license.

Wish I could be in your session

with Danker, but I've got to run along.

Thanks, Charlie.

Okay, I'll attend to that.

- Have Robert Danker sent in.

- Yes, sir.

- Looks like he's been released, sir.

- Released?

Before I came on duty.

Oh, here it is. Bail furnished

by the Personal Bonding Company.

Just across the street.

- Hello.

- Good morning.

- Hello, Dave.

- Good morning, Lieutenant. What can I do for you?

- This is Inspector Briggs of the F.B.I.

- Yes, sir. Sit down.

- You arranged bail for one Robert Danker?

- That's right.

- Do you mind telling us who put up the money?

- No, not at all.

Let's see.

Danker. Here we are.

Robert Danker,

suspicion of robbery.

Bond $5,000.

Cash by John Smith.

Yeah. Mr. Smith again.

Do you know this Mr. Smith?

Never met him before in my life.

Wouldn't know him if I saw him again.

- Any address?

- I think you'll find it's a phony, like the name.

They all do it.

Hotel Conlin.

- Never heard of it.

- Mm-hmm.

- Thanks anyway.

- Anytime.

Danker was framed.

We investigate and prove his alibi...

but before anybody knows that except us,

he's bailed out.

That can only mean one thing. Somebody

wants to see him as badly as we do.

That night at 20 minutes past 11:00...

a body with numerous knife wounds...

was found on the main highway

leading to Center City.

It was identified

as Robert Danker.

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