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- What about Elsie? - She can get along OK. Come on!

Thank you.

- Give it to me! - You going home?

Do you have one maybe with Elsie on it?

No Elsie.

No Elsie. Well, we'll take a clown for our young lady.

We'll make our clown big.

Where's Elsie?

Why didn't you wait for her?

We thought she went home with someone else.

We wanted to wait for her.

Honest we did, Mrs. Coster!

Elsie?

Elsie?

Elsie! Elsie!

Elsie!

Elsie!

Elsie!

Elsie!

Elsie! Elsie!

Again in this case, as in the others; the only clue is the missing shoes.

I promise you your police force will find this murderer.

To prevent such crimes, your police department has prepared five "don'ts".

Don't let your children accept rides from strangers.

Sometimes, these are one-way rides, leading to death.

The amiable stranger may be a killer.

Don't let your children accept presents from strangers.

A bag of popcorn or a candy bar is not worth your child's life.

Don't send children on after-dark errands.

The night works on behalf of the killer who preys on our young.

If you must have something from a store after sundown, get it yourself.

Don't let your child play unattended in wooded places or empty lots.

Though your eyes aren't on him, someone else's may be watching.

Don't let your children become friendly with "Pop",

that nice old character in your neighborhood.

Most of these men are harmless, but there are exceptions.

It's up to you to make sure your child isn't the victim of one of them.

And now for one all-important "do".

If you notice any suspicious characters, working around schools and playgrounds,

do call at once. Your police department, Central 5000.

The life you save may be your child's life.

You've just heard Police Chief Regan...

What does he mean the kids were neither violated nor outraged?

What's the difference? He killed them, didn't he?

Come on.

The sidewalk. What's the matter, trying to get your name in the paper?

There's a crosswalk 15 feet up the street.

It's 2:36. Jaywalking. What's your name?

What are you picking on me for? A million people every day jaywalk.

- What's your name? - Harry Dennis.

Harry Dennis.

- Address? - 2254 West 6th Ave.

Nine o'clock Tuesday.

That's a cop for you. Hands me a ticket while a baby murderer runs around loose.

Why don't they do something about him?

My!

Thanks, mister.

As long as you didn't hurt yourself.

What's the matter?

I hurt my ankle.

Well, come.

That's it.

Sam!

- There's a man up there with a kid! - Oh, not again.

You'd better get home and take care of that ankle. Do you live near here?

- Just around the corner. - What's it to you, mister?

I was only trying to... The child...! Her foot!

What about her foot? It looks all right to me.

- What's this all about? - Who did what to who?

What's going on here?

I saw him first. He grabbed the kid and tried to take her shoes off.

Did you say shoes?

Tell them, I didn't do anything!

I didn't do anything!

I swear I didn't do anything!

I tell you, Mayor, we're doing everything possible.

We may pick up that murderer in the next five minutes or we may never find him.

All we can do is follow every lead.

You're not dealing with a punk or a tinhorn. Usual procedure won't work!

Catching this man is going to take brains, imagination.

- Maybe you have some ideas we can use. - Ideas! I've got a million of them.

It's not my job to run this department, it's yours!

I've got a city to run. This is only one department.

People depend on me for transportation, for hospitals, for sanitation.

Not to go out and catch this murderer!

Yeah? Send him in.

It's Carney. He can bring you up to date.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor, I haven't got him yet.

Of course you haven't. You know why?

You're not thinking it through. Now, listen, take a tip. Use this!

Put yourself in the killer's place. What would you do if you were the killer?

Figure that out and you've got your man.

Could be, Your Honor.

Brains! Imagination, just like I was telling the Chief.

Meanwhile, it's all right if I continue the raids all over town.

Sure, sure. Can't do any harm.

Put the scare into the punks and the tinhorns.

Good for them. Got to leave now, I'm ten minutes behind schedule.

Got to open a big supermarket. Now remember: brains, imagination.

Spencer! Get the escort, I'll be right down.

- Is he gone? - Yeah.

Can't blame him, though. The papers are really on our necks.

The ordinary murder, you look for a dame or a bank book.

At a victim with known enemies. What've we got?

The missing shoes.

What are we looking for?

A man with a twisted mind.

Could be anybody.

Come on! Come on.

Oh, no! Maybe he's the one. The fiend!

Get him!

- What's going on? - None of your business.

- Not so fast, buddy! - Take your hand off me!

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

That's all right, honey.

- All right, let's go. - I thought he was the kidnapper.

Quick step.

I don't know, I...

I can't remember.

I see this kid was walking by the street, and she's wearing a blue dress.

You got that wrong, she was wearing a red dress.

Look, Betty, I ain't color blind.

- So this kid in a blue dress comes along... - It was a red dress!

What are you, a Communist?

As soon as I get in his car, I see a little pair of shoes on the dashboard...

So I just had to run, but not before I had a chance to get his license number.

Thanks, sister.

Got to remember there are 10000 of those shoes hanging in cars in this town.

But there was something about this guy... a look in his eyes...

Fresh!

Come on inside.

I just watched after that last bum we picked up.

Maybe we ought to wipe the field.

Bums don't sue for false arrest

We keep on picking up bums and the guy we're looking for could be a professor,

a store keeper.

Maybe even a cop.

We look for him in honky tonks and he could be on a golf course.

Here's a new batch to check out.

The asylums are sending in lists of men they've released and might be involved.

Laws, files, reports.

I'll trade them all for one good stool pigeon.

Maybe you'll find your stool pigeon in tonight's shake up.

Yeah? Carney speaking.

Yeah?

Where?

Shoes again, eh?

Another one, the sixth.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe it!

My baby!

We read about those other children in the papers, but...

- ...our baby. - It could be anyone's child.

Anyone's. Nobody's safe.

Such a beautiful baby!

Her hair was so long...

Like silk, when you touched it.

If we need you, we'll get in touch.

Thank you.

Maybe it's a mistake!

Maybe it's somebody else's!

Now we're really in for it. A Councilman's grandchild.

I tell you we've got to find that killer!

Maybe tonight, Chief. Maybe one of the raids...

Do you really think...?

No.

We regret the interruption in this program, but our time is up.

Be with us again tomorrow evening for an hour of classical music.

And now for a message...

All right, shut up!

- I'll shut'em up! - Take it easy.

Quiet. Quiet!

So you want us to find the baby killer, uh?

Well, this shakedown is defining. We figured it might be one of you.

Anybody lose anything?

I'm going to ask some questions and I want some straight answers.

I'll take you one at a time, you first.

Mary Larkey.

Please, my mother...

They're all orphans 'til you pick them up.

I bet she's got an arrest record as long as my arm.

Is he right?

No, honest...

It's the first time I ever... Please let me go!

Get out of here and don't let me see you again!

Five will get you six you will!

Next! Name!

Greer. Harry Greer. I'm a salesman. Just having a beer in the neighborhood.

Yeah? How's business?

Could be better. Things are bad all over.

I haven't seen a paper all day.

"Two across blue top, Fifth conference.

"Five to win, Roger; Sixth and Church."

Stick around, Greer. Until we get the later edition with the final results.

- What are you doing down here? - Slumming.

Next!

- Hey, that guy! Isn't it... - Dan Langley. Good lawyer, or used to be.

But...

Who's next?

- Name? - Mabel Smith.