Calling All Cars: The Human Bomb

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Mr. Huggins. a man who plopped a hold up or some other crime, and very briefly thinks he is smart enough to get away with it. He knows that in crimes committed in the past, the law has kepted the criminals in practically every case, but always he is going to be the accepted. We have confronted

scores of lawbreakers kepted by our police officers, and always their battle at the ease with which we tracked them down and blew up their alibis. A marvel at the apparent uncanny ability shown by the police in singling the right man out of the many who might have committed the crime. The secret of our success is simply that we take

advantage of the mistakes every lawbreaker makes. Carefully as he plans his crime there's always some detail he overlooks. Our job is simply to discover these mistakes and use common sense. There's always one or more clues to lead us to the criminals. In case you will now hear for example, we're carefully planned and daringly executed. But the whole up-man made funny of mistakes. They were not

smart robbers. They were stupid. All criminals are stupid. The story that follows is proof that crime cannot pay. Shortly, after midnight, in the middle of May 1929, two shadowy figures delphilly worked at the lock of the service entrance of a Ford agency in San Diego.

None of these keys seem to fit. That's funny. Well, here's the last one. I'll try it. Nope. Hey, give me that hammer. What are you gonna do? I'm gonna bust this padlock over. Oh, you nuts you.

Wake up the whole time. Ah, listen. We're getting in there, ain't we? I don't care how we do it. Yeah, but maybe somebody will hear us. If anybody comes stupid around, just get them out and take care of them.

Go on, give me that hammer. Alright, here you are. Swell. Here goes. That's more like... You think the business alright? You know that you did the business. That's the way to get things done. Fours, my boy.

There once was a mug that lived in the old days, but a name of Alexander the Great. He found that out. When he couldn't untie or not, he'd cut it what he sawed. Yeah. Well, let's drop the hip to the left and then get into this joint.

Give me a hand on this door. Sure, there's no watch when he... I told you I caged a joint didn't I? Yeah. Well, you heard me there. No watch when... Okay. That flashlight, will you?

You want to invite the whole world to this party, but how can you see what you want? Ah, a straight light shine, white food, a showroom, better not done it. You're gonna take a new car?

Sure, right off the floor. But that's taking a chance. Taking spot a new car, not when we get forward. Ah, I think it'll be a better idea to take one of these new services. Ah, listen, dummy.

It wouldn't be that if it was running good, would they? No. We've got to be sure we got a good car. Well, here we are. What looks good, do you? How about that coop over there?

Ah, I think we better take that roaster. Ah, that's too flashy. You know, we'll fix that. You see, we can drop the windshield on the roaster and shoot straight ahead. If we take the coop, we'd have to take that windshield out.

And that might affect attention. Yeah, that's right. Okay, well, come on, hop in. She got there, and careful with that light. Yeah, she's quite a fool. Let's have those four kisies here. Okay, here. Find one effect?

Yeah, it is. Okay, let's go. Gaurithand Diego for the stolen car, Cochrane and Colson are working on it in the garage, back of their bungalow. Finally, up to two days of secret activity, they pridefully view the result of their labor.

Hmm, that's a big difference from the shiny, great job we drove off to Florida the night, eh, Maury? Yeah! Nobody got caught at a professional paint job, but it's just what we want. And that rotten black paint makes it look like any number of other heats around the town.

Say, listen, don't you think we better put some damp rags on the headlights and radiators so they'll rush? Yeah, that's a good idea. Now listen, the way I figure is this, that white stretch of road along the National City Dike is the best place to pull a jump.

Yeah, there's not much traffic there. What time does the money car come to? Well, it leaves Kelly at the end, time to get to the bank in town here around noon. So it'll come along and, well, about $1.30.

We'll knock over our mondys, see, you know, when they're bringing in the tape for the weekend. Figure we'd have much trouble with the mixed guy. Nah, there's only two of them. They've been to Del over in a coop.

They've never been knocked over before, ever. Nah, that's why they're so careless, I guess. But if they get tough, why, we'll just bump more, aren't you? We don't have to do that, do we? Might? What of it?

Ain't a hundred grand worth of beef? Yeah, I guess so. Remember that mug Alexander? He had the right idea. Cut right through the knot. From the morning of May 20th, 1929, Nemethio Montroy and J.V. Burrigo to Mexican police officers, call at the Arva Calientic Casino for the weekend receipt.

Well, here it is, boys. How much in a row we take to the abrois? Almost a hundred grams! Might be the deal. A hundred thousand dollars. Oh ho! Make nice presents for my woman. Yeah, I'll tell it what, but don't you go all to love with that dough, or I'll beat your ears in the messy.

Oh, don't not worry. By the way, how is your wife? Oh, pretty good. We'll not be long now before we have another little one. Is that so? You're acquiring quite a family, the mess. Oh, see? See? Four already, all boys. And soon it will be five.

The messier is erasing his own army for the next revolution! Well, you better get started with the dough, boys. See, we're propping. And the Earth, saying, yeah? Bye, boys! On the side street, from which they can feed parlots of highway along the National City Dyke, Cochran and Colson away to victims.

Ignorant of their peril, they are approaching, laughing and joking as they drive through Tijuana. Something along the dirt road to the customs gate. They pass over the line through sunny Sidro, norm international city. Hey, does that mean 30 maybe we missed them?

Yeah, could we? We'd be here since eight o'clock this morning, but maybe they went the other way through to the vista. Hey, lesson, I tell you this is a route they take. You don't think I'd go into this thing before I checked every angle, do you?

Well, no. Hey, that looks like them now. See that big cook coming down the road? Yeah, yep, m'sub boys. Alright, kick that motor over. Okay, put it over there and get in right behind him.

Boy, what a break this is, eh? Got another car in sight. Just like this. Keep that distance behind him. Alright, turn this either way. I'll pull him over alright. Hey, just a minute, just a minute.

What's the matter? There's Tomcat's jam. Wait like Kerat. Got it. Alright, there it is. Okay, let's go. You take that side and I'll take this one. Come on, how are you? What do you mean?

All right, guys. Hand over that dog. Come on, but what's the big guy? He is shooting at us. Let him have it, please. Let him have it. But come on, he has to. Let him have it.

I say. Oh, oh, oh, oh. What's the matter, Marty? Oh, you're a darn fool. Get him up to hit me. There's a jimmy on. Sorry, Marty. Could have been worse. Oh, you only got my knee on.

There's a satchel. Come on, crack it. OK. Now the duck is over. Ours and dump dresses and get me to a doctor. Marty, there was a clown shamed a bunk off to his poor devil.

Hey, what are you falling upon? I'm nearly murdered, Major Jones. Well, it wasn't necessary to kill those guys. They didn't have a chance. Remember that mug Alex, none of the great? He turned on the heat first and talked afterwards.

Detective Bureau, Sergeant Kelly speaking. Yeah? Where? On the National City Dyke. Yeah? OK. Be right out. What's up? Murder, O'Connor. Come on. Any of you people see this happen?

No, no, no. No, sir. No, sir. That is, yes. Yeah, now, what do you mean? Well, you see me and my friend Georgia. When we was over there in the dumps and we don't hear the shooters.

Well, what does the man look like that did the shooting? Well, I couldn't exactly tell, Miss. What do you mean you couldn't tell? Did you see them? Well, sir, I did and again I didn't know.

What do you mean? Well, sir, you see, when these here now bullets started with the road while charging me, we just naturally hit under some kid roof and tell them it was all over. Well, didn't you see anything?

Well, I done so and drive away. How many? Well, uh, the two. That's all I've seen. What were they dressed like? Well, I don't think, no particular notice seems like they head on these, you know, jumper things like the garage mechanic.

Anything else? Well, let me see now. But remember, quickly, they head on them sunglasses. Did you get that license number? No, sir. I wasn't playing no notice to Liza's number about that time. What kind of car were they in?

He'd seen me like it was an old fool. A boy? What color? Where the kind of dark of here's a black maybe. Anything else? I'll take that to Bob O'Londow. Anyone else see this happen?

Maybe your friend George saw something else. George? Oh no, George. George, he didn't say nothing. We want to talk to him. Where is he? George? Yeah, George, he's still hiding under that tin roof and over in the dump.

The meager are the clues the police have on which the words. Old blackboards are under sufficient, but finding the right one is as easy as finding the proverbial lost single. Things look black for the police when help comes from an unexpected sort.

Well, this is a tough one. Here, sure is. Two guys, vests and jumpers and dark glasses in an old fort. I'll find a hundred people asking that description a half an hour. Here, and there won't be any closer to the right one.

That's right. Attected, Bureau. Sergeant Kelly speaking. Yeah? Yeah? What's that? What's the address, Mr. Hartell? Thanks.

We'll be right out. What did these men look like, Mr. Hartell? Well, they were both about 25 years old. One was one of the five feet, five inches tall, and the other one was maybe two inches tall.

How were they dressed? Oh, hidden, small clothes. Did you identify them if you saw them again? Absolutely. Well, here's hoping you get a chance to. I'm sure you can. I'm sure you can. Well, I'm sure you can.

I'm sure you can. Well, here's hoping you get a chance to. Well, let's have a look at this car. Hmm. Deal is Latin. Is that number on your hot sheet, O'Connor? Well, let's see. Yeah. That's the number of car stones from the Ford agency last week.

But this is an old Ford. The one that was stolen was a new car. Oh, just a minute. This is a new car, too. Take a look at the position of the braking gear shift.

Well, this is a new car. Hey, did you over, huh? Sure. Hey, wait a minute. This part something stuffed into the corner of the brake pedal world the jumpers in the dark glasses You mean what's that mean? Hey, that means this is the car the murder issues mr.

Hartell over murder remains a mystery although Tully and O'Connor have a flight description of the criminals they have nothing definite to go on But the fact that a machine gun was used starts them on an inquiry among underworld characters I got a lead you have Found out that Ted Barnes is a submachine gun or at least he did have one a week ago Ted Barnes

Oh, yes, he's that bootlegger up the line, isn't he? Yeah, that's the guy. But if I remember me, he doesn't fit the description of these. Now, just, he's about six feet tall and he's fat.

The guy's a business job, we're both short. And we young fellas, too. Sure, that's right. But Barnes might have rent them his machine gun, mightn't he? Yeah, well, it won't hurt good. Well, Barnes, look, Barnes, join over.

OK, let's do that. And with a search warrant, Kelly and O'Connor follow up with the latest, he loses blue. more than sure that it will end nowhere. I'd be quiet around here. I'll be prepared for anything.

This bond is a bad egg. Here comes somebody. Well, what is it? We want to see Ted. Here's his hair. Where is he? Out. Well, we'll come in and wait for him. You can't do that.

I don't know when he'll be back. We'll come in just the same. So what's the big idea? Who are you? We're police officers. Oh, yeah? Yeah. See that? That doesn't don't mean anything. There's a private house here.

You can't come in without a warrant. Well, we thought of that. Here's the one. Oh, well, I... Come on, Kelly. Oh, I see you've got a hospital here. What's that? Look, there's a guy in bed over there in the corner. Keep your hands off that gap, Mr.

I got the cover. Get that automatic out of his reach, Kelly. Right? What's your name, pal? What's the matter with you? Hey, you want to talk, okay? Well, I'll take a look. What's the matter with him, Kelly?

Well, it wound in his arm. It's like, ah, man, who is this guy? I ain't saying nothing. Well, you're a barn's wife, aren't you? Yeah. Well, where is he? I don't know. So he and this bird held up a money car.

And he ducked out and left you to care for his pal, eh? That's a lie. Well, that's the way it looks to me. Ted didn't have a thing to do with no hold up. What about this man here?

Who is he? Let him tell you. Did he hold up the money car? I don't know nothing about it. Well, we'll have to arrest you, too. What for? Well, we'll book your friend here on suspicion of murder and we'll book you on there.

You better rest me, I ain't done a thing. Looks to me like you're an accessory after the fact. At least that's the way we're going to arrest you. Artel possibly identifies the wounded man. Has one of the two he saw. He's a Ford two days before.

Police cover the town and discover the bungalow court in which an apartment was taken by Joseph Reynanne who ranches the wounded man's description. However, the effects discovered in the apartment identify Reynanne as one Marty Colson.

and that's come for all. After serving part of the sentence on an arson charge committed to Los Angeles County, papers in the apartment show that his partner is one Lee Cochran. Mrs. Barnes is the important link to the changes of sex for these questionnaires closely. Now look here, Mrs. Barnes. We've got this case just about so

that it isn't going to do. You any good to hold out on this? Listen, I don't know anything about it. That's not true, Mrs. Barnes. It is true. I don't know a phrase. Now, we know that Ted wasn't in on this joke.

What are you trying to do, crap me? Why, of course not. You told her she's so free. He had nothing to do with it. That's true, isn't it? Sure, it's true. But Marty Colton, the man you were carrying for in your house yesterday, he was on the job.

I don't know. What did you find out of his name? Oh, never mind. And Lee Cochrane's pal was the elder bandit. We know that. Oh, my gosh, honey. Looks like it. Daddy wouldn't know when he's mad.

I'll look here, Mrs. Bond, the Eurowoman. Did you know that one of those four Mexican officers who was murdered the other day, that the wife that was about to have a baby? Oh. Is that the truth?

On the level. All we know Ted didn't do the job. But we want to get Cochran. We want to see some sort of justice done. We can't give that for a Mexican woman back her husband.

But at least we can make cop and pay for the penalty of his crime. After you were in that poor woman's place, and the pet has been murdered, you'd want to see Justice John now wouldn't you?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess I would. Alright, you can help us. Oh, we want Cochran. Where did he go? Well, I think he went up to LA. He and Ted. Oh, I mean you. Oh, Ted is with him, huh?

First of all, you said you want a Cochran. I ain't talking about Ted. I got Cochran too. You alright? You can't let me talk about this, my husband? Furnished with a description of doctrine and barns, the sheriff's office of Los Angeles County takes the two men into custody within 24 hours.

For more than two months while they were awaiting trial, and all through the courtrooms proceeding, Colson refused to talk. He makes the communications of unnecessary unwriting, but from the moment of his arrest to the moment when he stands before the judge to receive his sentence.

sentence. Silent Marty, as he has come to be called, has never uttered a word. Martin Colson, Lee Cochran, he heard the jury's verdict of guilty of murder in the first degree. Before I sentence you, is there anything to say? Nothing to say. I suppose it is useless to ask you, Martin Colson, if you want to break this silence you'll obstinately maintain

I have got something to say. Before you're sent with me, I got something important to say, you, honor. I want to die. I want to pay my debt to society. Let me go, judge. I'm the one you want.

I plan the whole thing. Pay me, judge, and let my partner go. Hanging me, judging, that my partner's goal. Colson's magnanimous offer is refused. An Ian Cochran of both sentence to life in prison at in Colson prison.

Ted Barnes, a sentence to a year in the county jail, has accomplished after the fact. In Colson, Martin Colson retains his grim silence. Only rarely talking to his fellow business. His nickname of silent Marty followed him behind the grim grey walls of an Orton prison.

Death for it, morbidly brooding, coldly determined to beat the rest. For a month he worked secretly on a crude diving apparatus, and then one day he attempts to escape to the powerhouse water intake pipe into the prison moat.

But his apparatus failed to function. He is dragged from the moat, half-drowned. There is a hit in solitary for his attempted break. But as soon as he's back in the cell blocks, even his cell mates set about by shooting two pistols from the bits of metal they can steal from the machine shop.

Then, on the morning of February 27, 1933, as the men of marching to their daily task. What's the matter, Marty? It's a cold air. What's holding up the line? My pal here. Hey, come on, don't go. Oh, quit plotting me, will ya?

Oh, on the up one of the way I got cramps up. You better let me take them to the hospital. Okay, Paul. Welcome back to the camera. It's about a good one. Look and hey, you hold up the guard in the hospital.

Yeah, now I'll make the operator call the war. Yeah, if anybody gets fancy, I see. Bop a ball. You know what that means, you're the cat, just. Short I go. I remember that mob, Galaxander, the great.

Like through them out. Okay, okay, here we are. You're okay, let's go. What do you want? My partner here. Take your hand. I'm this way, then we're all. Alright, grab your front. I'll get the up right now.

Okay. What do you shut up, you? Don't ask no question. Call him, Warden. I'm telling you, I'll come down here right away. Tell him it's important. What would look here? George, I'll tell you what is.

Are you all breathing your last testimony? No. Alright. Hello, Warden, this is the hospital. Can you come down right away? One of the men is very sick. Yes, it's important. Please, I'm sorry. I reckon I'm back enough.

You don't have to cry over that kind of arm. Don't touch that, Warden. You can't, I say. I'll get out of that other room. Warden comes down. This guy here nearly kept us off, but it's okay.

The Warden might have called back. But he doesn't got an answer. He'll think that guy is off. He'll be down under double. Right. Then you're letting go, I... He ran over the keys and gave us a safe connakata this whole.

He ain't got no guts. Wards never have strong guys like us. Like the Alexander mother gets places in this world. You know, but I'm telling you, pal. What the? The prison siren that white. Where you going?

They'll never get me. Okay, okay, you win. Where's your boss? He's white. Get me cut himself. You said you never get him. He was a swell guy too. Much of education. Say, do any of you guys know who this mug Alexander is he was always talking about?

Among the careers of the man who thought he was smart enough to beat the law. He died a victim of his own stupidity. Any man who thinks he is smart enough to beat the law is mentally unbalanced.

Common sense will convince any intelligent person that the forces of law in order are too strongly organized. Let tonight's story of criminal folly serve as a warning to any criminally minded listener that you can't get away with it.

The time war in old slogan is to date, truer than ever. Crime does not say. Thank you, Mr. Huggins. If you like these radio crime dramas, you'll be interested in reading the Calling All Cars news.

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