The Case of Frankie and Joyce (aka-Joyce Ronson, Wife Killer)

Ladies and gentlemen, we take you now behind the scenes of a police headquarters in a great American city Or under the cold glaring lights will pass before us the innocent the vagrant the thief the murderer This is the lineup No

I just think I hadn't been delivering milk. I wouldn't have seen this fellow run out of the alley. Just so you can identify him. Oh, I can do that. I'd know him anyplace. Why, the way he's scared, Olga.

Olga? My horse. That girl, Lieutenant, all dressed up like she'd been dancing somewhere. Had she been dancing somewhere, Lieutenant? That's something we have to find out. Dancing. Then a few hours later, you never... No, I guess you never did.

No, I guess you never do. Dan, you people out there on the other side of the wire in the audience from the identification at the end of each line. I'll be prompt, all right.

The way this fellow scares you, Mr. Maelis. The last room and questions I ask these suspects are merely to get a natural relief for six months, all right?

I'm not even going all right. Number three, you're sure Mr. Maelis. No wonder he's scared, all right? Any questions, all right? Sergeant Graham. Yes, Lieutenant. Number three, all for interrogation. Right yesterday, Lieutenant, you're sitting there swivelers in your chair.

He's shaking his sweat. You don't have to shake. I think just tell me about it. This time is serious. Yeah, I think serious because a girl named Joyce Ronson was killed because you were seen at five this morning running out of the alley where she was found.

You'd run through the time. What were you doing in the alley? I told the cop. Tell me. Well, sure, sure. I'll tell you. If I'm sitting here and you're serving back and forth and you're cheering, I don't do no good to lie. I know that.