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Detectives dot net. Now from June ninth, nineteen fifty one,
here is the Earl Lawson.
Speaker 2: Murder Broadways My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle.
The gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world,
Broadways My Beat with Larry Thorr as Detective Danny Clover.
When the rumor gets around that summer has begun, Broadway
is beside itself with glee. Somebody notices the sunlight and
tells somebody else, and the word gets around. It drifts
cross town, and a man reaches into his closet for
a hand organ, puts the funny hat on his monkey
and takes a walk up to Broadway just to grind
out background music for the big grin. It's the time
for the docs onund and the silken ankle and the
flowered print dress. The orange juice is sweeter, the kinnish
is lighter. The guy runs down the street screaming, I'm
in love. It's June, and it was June under the
translux too, a rare day, and the Times Square crowd
had gathered there to consider it and take the story
of at Home to the little woman, Dad and Mom.
There was a man lying in the circle of their feet.
Speaker 3: He was offensively dressed. He's dead, Danny, What happened, Muggvin?
Speaker 4: Come on, come on you people, break it up, come on,
get going.
Speaker 5: What is it with them?
Speaker 1: Dan?
Speaker 3: What happened?
Speaker 6: How can you tell?
Speaker 7: What happened? People milling around cross the streets, going to lunch,
looking at the want ads over there in the Times Building.
Suddenly a guy's face down on the pavement. Somebody laughs drunk,
and somebody sees blood. So we got him on the
pavement and then watching h stabbed.
Speaker 5: Yeah know who he is?
Speaker 7: Uh huh here loads of identification.
Speaker 2: Yeah, earl laws and park, haven't you earl luss.
Speaker 7: Earl lass and stocks and buns. He's got a name.
Wizard is something makes money by the buckets?
Speaker 3: Anybody see it happen?
Speaker 7: A million people on Times Square high knowing nobody saw anything.
Speaker 1: Nobody.
Speaker 8: Now look you people, why at you move along?
Speaker 5: Go home, get out of here.
Speaker 2: The safest place in the world to kill somebody. Mugg
ving and a crowd walk up to him and stab
him in the back. Keep walking. Well, I started off
to be a pretty eh yeah, real sunny. Just across
the street. The file of crowd waiting for the movie
that was Better than Life, held on close to its
place in line, held on close against the insinuating whisper
of the violent dead. It was a trick, kid, a
trick to make you lose your place, to cheat you
out of a front row seat where love and beauty
and other high class things are handed you on an
air conditioned platter. But a few were sold by the
whisper and were drawn by it. Enjoined the cluster attending
the dead man. A woman pushed her way close and
turned away. She opened her purse, smeared a lipstick nervously
across her lips, studied their reflection in a window, and
then carefully, carefully retraced them with the perfumed scarlet. And
death had raised its banner on Broadway. The home of
the Murdered Man was a place whose sounds had been
geared down to the soft purr of wealth, the swish
of the ankle deep carpet, the flute like trills of
the parakeets taking the noonday sun in exclusive cages. The
butler the murmurs you went to the library and asks
you to wait quietly. You don't dare open a book
because turning a page would release a clap of thunder. Finally,
when you'll wait no longer, the soft voice at your shoulder,
I'm glad you made yourself at home, mister Clover. This
is a difficult house to do that in it's quiet.
You can say that for you're Harlen Lawson, doctor Hart
and Lowson.
Speaker 3: Oh, then the book's on the shelf.
Speaker 9: My one literary effort, all twenty copies, twenty copies of
the same drivel, new freedom, Pennsylvania, the utopia that failed.
Nice binding, though, wouldn't you say?
Speaker 3: Quiet expensive?
Speaker 9: That's my brother. He's everything you say. He gave me
those when I got my pH d. Made a grand
gesture of binding my doctor's thesis and burying it twenty
times over on the shelf. Every time he fingers the
gold lettering, I tell him how grateful I am.
Speaker 3: You don't get along, you and your brother.
Speaker 9: We suffer each other. Let's put it that way.
Speaker 3: He has his world, I have mine, and your world
would be.
Speaker 9: The back alleys of poverty. You see, I'm in the
nature of a failure, mister Clover. I'm a social worker,
doesn't pay very much, but I take in tears and
give in exchange baskets of fruit, my brother's castaway clothing,
and the gestures of sympathy they taught me in postgrad humanities.
Speaker 3: Let you keep on living here with your brother, with
Earl Lawson.
Speaker 9: I exist here. Is this why you came, mister Clover,
to run your hands over my brother's library?
Speaker 10: Proben to me or is it? No?
Speaker 9: No, don't say to me Earl has somehow run a
foul of the law. Don't say it, because I wouldn't.
Speaker 10: Believe it, Earle.
Speaker 3: He's dead. He was murdered.
Speaker 9: Your manner of saying it you leave me nothing but
to believe you.
Speaker 3: He was stamped, left lying on the street in Times Square.
Speaker 9: He must have shuddered that it found him in a
place like that. I'd swear he shuddered.
Speaker 3: Your brother dies, and that's how it hits you.
Speaker 9: To each his own way, Mister Clover, you're implying that
it was I who killed him.
Speaker 3: Let's play it that way for a while.
Speaker 9: I've dreamed the wish sometimes, but I couldn't have killed her.
I slept the morning through. Earl's butler will testify to
that he was serving me brunch when you came in
expensive brunch with wine.
Speaker 3: Who else would want your brother dead beside me?
Speaker 9: That would be your thesis, wouldn't miss Clover? I suggest
the scholar's approach.
Speaker 3: Now, thanks, I'll try.
Speaker 2: A Then back to head quarters, into the desk, get
on the phone, make inquiry. Send out to the newspapers
for files. Read them, didjest them? Extract them? Start a
file of your own. Label it Earl Lawson homicide. Fill
out the form date of birth, hour of death, murder
by sharp instrument to be filled out in detail by
the coroner. And on the lines on the bottom of
the page the incidental information. Jump down the phrases a
self made man, shrewd financial mind, known enemies, probably many
due to financial manipulations. Send out for coffee in the
sandwich because it's suddenly nighttime, and.
Speaker 3: Read some more. Then your door opens, and sergeant to
Taglia is all business. What does she want?
Speaker 8: She knows who killed her laws? What she says, bring
her in this way to thank you.
Speaker 11: My name is Peggy Drake.
Speaker 3: Lieutenant, please sit down, close the door to Tagler. All right, laright,
can mis Drake? The sergeant said, you know, not exactly, Danny.
Speaker 8: She told me she knew all about it.
Speaker 3: She said, what's on your mind, Mistrake?
Speaker 11: I have the murderer's picture here here it is.
Speaker 3: Yeah, how'd you happen to take this picture?
Speaker 11: Well, I'm here on vacation. This afternoon is a good
day to take pictures. And I was at Times Square.
I took a lot of pictures, and well, this is
one of them. You can see for yourself.
Speaker 3: Yeah.
Speaker 11: I found a store with six hour developing service and
I got them developed. I was looking through them and
I saw this one. That's why.
Speaker 3: Yeah, come here to Tagliam. Look at this Ray Brewer.
That's right, Ray Brewer is ticking a knife into our
lawson on Times Square, Paul records. Do you don't get
the last known address on Ray Brewer and anything else
they've got? Interesting?
Speaker 11: I guess I did help with that.
Speaker 3: Know how much this man here with a knife.
Speaker 11: His name is Ray brow no on hudlum.
Speaker 3: A record of every misdemeanor on the books.
Speaker 11: So wait on my society back home here is about this.
I belong to the literary society. We have opened flows.
I suppose this would be in.
Speaker 3: The papers on the front page.
Speaker 8: What else is? What else? Yeah? What's happened to him lately?
Uh huh uh huh?
Speaker 3: How are you making out?
Speaker 12: Gin know in a minute, Danny?
Speaker 8: Uh huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got all that. We
appreciate it and thank you. Very interesting. If I may
comment on the material gathered from records?
Speaker 3: What's interesting?
Speaker 8: Up until a week ago, Ray brew was confined to
the County Hospital for incurables.
Speaker 3: Yeah, I remember, he was a pretty sick man, incurable.
Speaker 8: It's hot. Docs gave him a month to live, but
last week he was discharged from the hospital. How come
to die in the bosom of his family? As the
records guy phrased.
Speaker 3: It, Where is this family?
Speaker 8: Twelve twelfth West sixteenth? The man says, where you're going?
Speaker 2: See the mistake gets homes. You know I'm going to
pick up a killer. Open up, Brewer, or I come
in anyway?
Speaker 3: Bro? Where are you?
Speaker 1: Bro?
Speaker 3: Huh?
Speaker 13: Out here?
Speaker 4: Danny taking my ease on the fire escape, watching you,
watching you, spilot you strength.
Speaker 2: Throw away the gun ray. They tell me you've got
a month. If you throw the gun away, maybe you
can live a part of it, out all of it.
Speaker 10: It's arranged.
Speaker 5: I live all of it thirty days.
Speaker 10: Hats ray, Brewer.
Speaker 2: If I come out after your ray, it'll cut your
time down to a half minute.
Speaker 10: Make me shake with fright.
Speaker 4: Stay where you are, Denny.
Speaker 3: I'll bring it to you, the gun ray.
Speaker 4: Don't you know you'll get it? Funny When you rang
the doorbell, I thought it was a boy of Mildred's,
but no, it was you. How come you find me
so lightning quick?
Speaker 9: Danny?
Speaker 3: Girl a visitor. I got your picture sticking a knife
in a lass.
Speaker 4: I never could learn to be camera shy boke a
camera in my nose and smiled for Hale.
Speaker 10: Berdies.
Speaker 9: Turn your back to me.
Speaker 4: Danny, I feel a new smile coming out to me.
You don't turn your back, You bleed in the face.
Turn you did that? You brought sunshine into my short life.
Speaker 6: One for the road.
Speaker 3: It splintered through me, puncturing, ripping into the dark cells
where Payne lay waiting for him being released. Scurry darted
through me, opening endless doors on endless hurdy. These new
ones took over finally gave up because they'd overdone it.
I couldn't feel it anymore.
Speaker 2: And then the hall went cold, on the sweat that
had drenched me, and looking for Brewer, knowing he wasn't there,
and calling to headquarters and tell him to put out
an all points bullet and on Henry Brewer, and then
the park avenue to ask a question why had Brewer
wanted laws and dead? What had Lawson been to a
hoodlum like Brewer?
Speaker 14: I helped me in my back, gets in my back,
hold back, You didn't, you didn't.
Speaker 3: Down the long haul, I could see the parakeets preening,
pecking into their clipped wings, the new stillness of the
man lying there with a knife in his back. Doctor
Hylan lawsoner dead.
Speaker 2: The nap of the thick rug furrowed where his hands
had tried to tear life out of it, and suddenly
the flute song of the parakeets started again, and there
wasn't still anymore.
Speaker 13: You're listening to Broadways My Beat, written by Morton Fine
and David Freakin, with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.
The sensational young tenor Mario Lanza will take the place
of Charty McCarthy and Edgar Bergen on CBS while the
famous pair are on summer vacation. Mario Lanza starts his
new series tomorrow, and you'll be heard each Sunday this
summer on most of these same stations. And while Jack
Benny is off for Korea, Guy Lombardo and his orchestra
will be on hand to entertain you. In CBS familiar
Jack Benny.
Speaker 2: Time, last year's bride mannekins are dusted off, brought out
of Broadway's basements, propped up on a rod and arranged
tenderly at the site of last year's groom Mennekins and
Broadway nose June is passing through it presses its nose
against the shop window size of the cascade of white
satin flowing slowly over the wax. Figure sheds a tear
at the coronet of cloth lilies of the Valley, and
blows its nose.
Speaker 3: For the sweetness of it all, It's.
Speaker 2: The time of youth, the two week romp in the Catskill,
the burial and the sand at Far Rockaway, the breathless
ecstasy on the heights of the roller coaster at Conny,
And for the stay at homes, other sweets, other delights,
the subway ball games, the band concerts and the mall,
the moon burned girls in the dark grass, and the
my hand in your hand talk about two brothers dead
of knife wounds. Summertime talk at headquarters the next morning.
It was difficult to talk about anything because Sergeant Tartaglia
had his mouthful of tacks and his fist full of hammer.
Speaker 3: Building something gino.
Speaker 8: Oh it's you, Danny. Yeah, you might say, I'm building.
I'm building a site for sore eyes.
Speaker 3: Uh mind if I look.
Speaker 8: Oh, my pleasure, pardon me for aftructing your hulk.
Speaker 3: Nice I hate show.
Speaker 8: Also a pinup picture of missus t hammered at the
door of my closet. This I consider a worthy hobby.
Speaker 3: Missus T.
Speaker 8: I call Missus Tartaglia that winever I'm in a hurry.
Consider her Danny in her Catalina swimsuit, Jones beach underneath her,
that Tartaglia progeny forming a garland of angels at her feet.
Speaker 3: Nice family pictures, you know? Do you mind taking the
tax out of your mouth now?
Speaker 8: Shows I can tell you about Ray Brewer?
Speaker 3: Huh and sos?
Speaker 1: You can do that unnaturally?
Speaker 8: Permit me to close the closet door on Missus T. First,
I don't want every calm, dick and well nothing on Brewer. Danny,
the hoodlum killer is still at large. All points bulletins
have been settling bread and butter. There is something I forgot.
The Milford's of which the Hood spoke to you is
Milford's habitash Rey on Madison Avenue. But Roman Cursio traced
it down after thousands other Milfords. It seems, well, don't
go away, Danny, I got something.
Speaker 3: Else another pinup.
Speaker 8: You might say that, remember that Peggy Drake came in
here with the snapshot of Brewer killing Lawson. What about
her Precinct twelve picked her up last night, running down
East sixty Street in her you shall excuse the expression negligee.
Speaker 3: With someone running after her.
Speaker 8: The priesting boys asked her the same question. She said no,
she said, she did us after do it. Then she
took the day. So the boys decided on a small
fine and let her go.
Speaker 3: Lonely girl in the big city. Sometimes it hits them
that way. All right. If I leave now, you always
leave me.
Speaker 6: Danny. I'm used to it, gold Danny, good bully, Sir,
is someone helping you?
Speaker 3: I'm looking for mister Milford.
Speaker 10: Mister Milford is dead. What twelve years ago?
Speaker 1: Like that?
Speaker 10: He was assessing plans with a buyer?
Speaker 3: And I know zut who are you, mister Milford Junior?
Speaker 10: May I be of some service?
Speaker 3: I'm from the police. I want some information?
Speaker 10: Oh what is it you want?
Speaker 2: The police department called you a while ago. You said
you had some dealing with a man named Ray Brewer.
Speaker 10: Oh yes I did.
Speaker 12: I did.
Speaker 3: Indeed, you want to tell me about it. I don't
see why not, Then tell me surely.
Speaker 10: Last week mister Brewer entered Milford's and was fitted for
a complete outfit from Linen's to war Rochers orchis a
butterilla Mexico. Mister Brewer was going to Mexico. The note
that I said was note.
Speaker 3: Then mister Brewer changed his minder.
Speaker 10: Well, that's a man's right. Mister Brewer decided to stay
round the city. Thus he canceled the Mexican clothes and
ordered town where a gabardine.
Speaker 3: And he paid you.
Speaker 2: I only ask because it's been bandied about that mister
Brewer is not a wealthy man.
Speaker 10: His a friend paid me, the friend who was with
him when first he ordered.
Speaker 3: This friend here, this man's picture in the newspaper.
Speaker 10: The very one dreadful clothes not ours? Is he from
here in town? What's his name?
Speaker 3: Says right here, Harlan Lawson m p HD.
Speaker 10: It says this chap was murdered.
Speaker 3: That's right. You have any idea why mister Brewer changed
his mind about going to Mexico.
Speaker 10: No, you so delighted too. The first time he was
in here, showed me a travel brochure put out by
the airplane people Central American Lines. I think I've been
to Mexico, you know, written on a donkey who.
Speaker 3: Thanks thanks a lot.
Speaker 5: May I be off Sorristool, Sam, I.
Speaker 3: Think so, I'm from the police, Danny Clover, Oh my privilege.
Speaker 4: You wish to tour Central America to observe our police methods.
It can be easily arranged. I will speak to the
Latin cancer light.
Speaker 3: I just want to know about Ray Brewer.
Speaker 4: About Brewer, and the name has a familiarity. See see
Senor Brewer, the man who wished to live out his
days in Meiko, the land of tradition and romance.
Speaker 3: He's a murderer. You think you'll make it.
Speaker 4: What a dying man sets his heart to do is
difficult to restrain him from Senor. This from my father Alder.
But Senor Brewer will not make Mexico by way of
Central American line. Senor of this I ansert tell me why,
because only yesterday he canceled the ticket. It took me
so long to prepare cancel the tour I had mapped
for him. A kapulcos abbattaker the floating Garden.
Speaker 3: When Brewer came in here to arrange his trip, was
he alone with.
Speaker 4: Another gentleman who subsidized the excursion.
Speaker 3: This one in the newspaper picture.
Speaker 4: See see this one doctor Lawson a gentleman of refinement,
now dead.
Speaker 3: I perceive Berar didn't give you an address by any chance.
Speaker 4: Oh no, no, no, he simply took the cancelation money.
Told me he preferred your city as who would not?
Speaker 3: You paddle tickets to romantic places, and you like get
better here? Who would not?
Speaker 4: Why pay extra fare?
Speaker 12: Senor?
Speaker 4: Romance is where you're finding, Danny.
Speaker 3: I'll come in, Mouggvin. So got anything? Nothing?
Speaker 7: Brewer's hiding someplace where I can't even begin to guess.
Nobody knows anything. Stool pigeons, old friends and brewers.
Speaker 3: Not a thing he gets out of the city. It's
going to be tough. How you figure it, Danny? Figure
what this the case?
Speaker 7: The killing of the losson brothers?
Speaker 3: You know what I mean?
Speaker 2: You piece it all together, it comes out easy, show me.
Sure Harlan Lawson wanted to get rid of his brother.
The money, maybe, but more than that, I think Earl
Lawson was a man who beat up the world. Harlan
just stood there and cried for it.
Speaker 5: Harland was a social worker, Danny.
Speaker 9: He probably did a lot.
Speaker 3: Of good words. Cherry didn't. But I met Harlan, so
why he impressed me? Muggumn. He felt sorry for himself.
Speaker 7: So he finds a little hood like Brewer hires him
to kill Earl.
Speaker 2: Like you said, Harlan is a social worker. Brewer was
in a charity hospital. That's where he met Harlan.
Speaker 3: Found out Brewer only had a month to live, promised
him a fling that month in Mexico for killing brother Earl.
Speaker 7: Well, then why did Brewer turn around and kill the
hand that fed him? If we go on the assumption
that he killed Harlan too.
Speaker 3: Brewer killed twice, all right, The knife in Harlan matches
the stab wound in Earl. He killed both brothers.
Speaker 7: But why.
Speaker 3: I don't know why he killed Harlan. Another thing I
don't know is why Brewer changed his mind about going
to Mexico. If he found that.
Speaker 8: Outjec, then all I can say is thank goodness.
Speaker 3: Won't say it and sit down in the corner. Muggavann
and I were discussing.
Speaker 8: It's about Peggy Drake.
Speaker 3: Peggy Drake, say, isn't she the girl, the girl who
took the snapshot?
Speaker 8: She should have taken a snapshot and left the city
just a few minutes ago at five hundred midnight to
be specific. She had a to do with a cab
driver tried to force him to a wardrobe trunk in
his back seat, broke a window while so, forcing quite
a scene. The police suggested a moving company and what
give me a breathing spell? Danny and officer patyu Nik
suggested his father in law and stood god over the
trunk until his father in law, the Murphy movers hauled
it away. Thank jeeps, This girl leaf for her hometown
of New Freedom, PA in the morning, where New Freedom, Danny,
the trunk has already left by Murphy Trucking Company, and
the girl, Peggy Drake, leaves tomorrow, for which leaving the
police only again waved a finger under her nose.
Speaker 2: Highway Patrol magn pick up that van escorted back to
Peggy Drake's place.
Speaker 3: What do you know?
Speaker 2: So that's why Brewer changed his mind about going to Mexico.
Then I waited. There's a little less than an hour
on the phone call came. The Highway patrol had picked
up the van at the entrance to the Delaware Bridge.
There was plenty of time plan to grab a bullet
chili and walk over the sixth into the rooming house
where Peggy Drake was staying inside. The banisters of the
staircase had been worn smooth by a thousand respectable hands,
and the color had just begun to drain from the
flowers in the wallpaper. On the third floor landing was
a trunk beside a detective Muggah.
Speaker 3: She's in there, Danny, you know we're here.
Speaker 5: We talked loud.
Speaker 3: She stay with the trunk, Mugger.
Speaker 5: Okay, Oh it's you, mister Clover.
Speaker 11: Glad you're here. Come in, Please come in. What goes
on in your town? I don't understand you people?
Speaker 3: Something wrong, Peggy.
Speaker 11: It was all that noise A little while ago. I
opened my door a bit. I saw my trunk. Explain
it to me, mister Clover.
Speaker 3: You were sending it back to New Freedom.
Speaker 11: Of course, where I live, where I came from.
Speaker 3: That's where you met Harlan, wasn't it.
Speaker 11: What's he got to do? I need some sleep, mister Clover.
My bus leaves early tomorrow.
Speaker 2: You're not leaving. You want to bring your trunk back
in here and unpack, not leaving. Wait a minute, Margaovan,
bring that trunk in here.
Speaker 11: What are you doing? I don't have to unpack.
Speaker 3: Okay, I'll give you a hand.
Speaker 10: Yeah, better grab the handle on the other side.
Speaker 3: Okay, Daddy, wait outside.
Speaker 11: I wish you'd tell me what this is all about.
Speaker 2: How long did you plan to stay in New York, Peggy,
four days? You needed a trunk that big for a
four day trip. That's a brand new trunk, Peggy.
Speaker 11: Yes, I just bought it. It's for things. I want
to take home, books land books.
Speaker 3: I like books. Let's see what you bought. Why not, Peggy,
leave me alone?
Speaker 14: Once a girl have to do.
Speaker 11: I come here for a good time.
Speaker 1: I say.
Speaker 2: You had quite a busy trip, running down the street
at night in a neglige.
Speaker 11: Had something to drink.
Speaker 3: I didn't know what I was doing, and creating a
stir with this trunk with a cab driver.
Speaker 11: It wasn't my fault. People here aren't helpful, Peggy.
Speaker 3: We're looking for a man, Ray Brewer. We want him
for two murders.
Speaker 11: Brewer.
Speaker 3: You know him, Peggy. You took his picture, brought it
to me.
Speaker 11: That's right, I remember his name.
Speaker 3: I'm sure you do. That's opened the trunk, Peggy.
Speaker 11: Don't get it out of her ticket away later.
Speaker 2: You took the picture, Peggy, because you knew the murder
was going to be committed, the murder you planned so
well with Hard gave us a picture of the murderer.
You figured by the time we found who he was,
traced him, he'd be roaming around Mexico. By the time
we got to me'd be dead because Ray Brewer only
had a month to live.
Speaker 12: I didn't do it.
Speaker 10: I didn't kill anybody.
Speaker 9: It was hard.
Speaker 3: One thing was bothering me. Peggy. Why Brewer changed his
mind about going to.
Speaker 10: Mexico taking his picture.
Speaker 11: We didn't tell her we're going to do that.
Speaker 3: You double crossed him. That's why he killed Harlan. That's
why he was going to kill you.
Speaker 5: I ran from him like a nightmare.
Speaker 14: Somebody grabbed him by the shoulders and choked me, and
I was in the middle of the street, dressed.
Speaker 2: You finally got back here. Right, Brower was dead. He
didn't live his month. His heart gave out. That's opened
the trunk. There he is, right Brower.
Speaker 11: I don't look. I'm not gonna look at him again.
All the while I was putting him in there staring
at me, staring, and I couldn't get the trunk closed
his hand. I was alone all alone, his face.
Speaker 15: Staring at me.
Speaker 2: Dawn touches Broadway. Now the remnants of the night are
driven back into the earth. You walk the streets, and
from behind the doorway you hear the old sound, the
sound of weeping. You know the night time will never leave.
It's found its refuge. It's Broadway, the gaudiest, the most violent,
the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway, My Beat.
Speaker 13: Broadway Is My Beat, stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover,
with Charles calverdas Totaglia and Jack Kruscian as Muggavin. The
program was produced and directed by Elliot Lewis, with musical
score composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. In tonight's story,
Peggy Weber was heard as Peggy Drake, Ted Osburn as
Hard and Lawson, Anthony Barretts Ray Brewer, and Don Diamond
as Milford. For a full hour of outstanding musical entertainment
plus one of radio's biggest cash awards, play Sing It Again.
Every week over most of these same CBS stations, Laugh
Along went along with Jan Murray as he picks up
his coast to coast telephone and invite you to Sing
It Again and land a big batch of loot. It's exciting,
its outstanding radio entertainment. Stay tuned now for Sing It Again,
which follows immediately over most of these same CBS stations.
Bill Anders speaking, This is CBS for you. Meet Adventure
with Charlie Wild Sunday is on the Columbia Broadcast System.
Speaker 1: Welcome Back. An interesting episode, and I like Danny's key deduction,
mainly realizing the impracticality of her bringing a trunk, although
she really worked to cover that up and to prevent
him from checking, you know, all the sort of pleading.
I also thought they did a nice bit of misdirection
in this episode of having tartagually bring up her seemingly
unrelated little exploits in the city at various times, almost
making them seem like comic relief that it was actually
the key to the main plot, though I think some
astute listeners probably caught on. This is another case of
Killers being too clever by half betting the police would
only catch up to their hired gun after he died
in Mexico was a huge gamble with limited payoff. The
police could have caught up to him before he got
to Mexico or in Mexico before he died, and then
you would be in a very difficult situation. If they
had just let him leave and there had been no
witness and no one to tie the brother in, then
they would have gotten away with it. And of course
they didn't realize. The even bigger risk is that your
hired killer would realize he'd been double crossed and seek revenge.
I also thought it was a bit cruel. They got
this terminally ill guy to commit murder with a promise
of a life of ease in paradise, but then set
him up to be hunted down like a dog. And
if anything, it exposes the true nature of the supposedly
selfless social worker rather than the initial killing for hire.
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Speaker 12: How's it going, Ben?
Speaker 15: You're not going to be able to talk to him
anymore tonight, doctor said, maybe late tomorrow morning. How's the
old man making out? He's resting a lot better, Doctor
gave him a sedative Old fellow sure had a rough time.
Speaker 12: Well, how about since I've been gone to tell you
anything else?
Speaker 15: No, just kept repeating the same thing. Two guys for
us the way into his house, beat his wife tortured him,
took all the jewelry.
Speaker 12: It's about it.
Speaker 16: Yeah, well, I put in a call of the office.
I got a broadcast out of the information that we have.
There's not much to go on.
Speaker 15: We should be able to pick up a little something
more tomorrow. Doc said, it's been a long time since
he's seen anything like this where they worked on man
over what they do to the fella's hands anyway, The
doctor able to tell he thinks they used to happen
know him, something like that. It's sharp and thin, at
least a dozen wounds in both hands. He's pretty badly burned.
Too hard to imagine somebody that cold blooding seventy one
year old man sols of his feet a massive burns.
Wonder his heart stood up through the beating I gave him.
Speaker 12: Was he got a weak heart?
Speaker 15: He's had a little trouble. Yeah, terrific shock going through
something like this.
Speaker 11: It is.
Speaker 16: Ah, maybe we better check back at their house. Huh,
see how the old fella's wife is doing that?
Speaker 12: Yeah, right, how's it shape up for you? Well, there's
not an awful lot to go on yet. It wasn't
a shot in the dark.
Speaker 16: I think we can count on that whoever the thieves were,
they had some kind of an inside tip.
Speaker 12: The old man and his wife, Only they don't put
up much of an appearance.
Speaker 16: You wouldn't be have to figure that they had three
or four thousand and jewelry put away.
Speaker 12: At home with you.
Speaker 15: Maybe his wife might have some ideas. Joey's a lousy shame. Yeah, yeah,
you might have to understand it. They just held him up.
But working them over the way they did, there was
no sense to it at all. And to show off
what a couple of rough bums they are. Maybe that's
it one.
Speaker 12: Let's do them a favorite and what it costs.
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