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Now From September twenty ninth, nineteen fifty one, here is
the Laur's Nielsen Murder Case.
Speaker 2: Broadways My Beat sometimes Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest,
the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.
Speaker 3: Broadways My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.
Speaker 2: It happens faster on Broadway Now, The Coming of the
Night and the time Clock people go home to dinner.
In shadows and far away from a time still yet
to come. A wind drifts softly. It touches a cheek
and quickens a step, finds the doorway and waits there,
and its voice is a sigh of regret. The sounds
of the river seem closer. The neon blinks coldly. It's
getting dark, and the police headquarters. Those who are drifted
in at six o'clock. Those downstairs were making complaints. Those
upstairs complained against the two in my office, just because
they've been sent there.
Speaker 4: Personally, I think it's a lot of unch.
Speaker 5: Nobody asks you pick, Nobody turned to you and asks
for an opinion.
Speaker 6: I didn't too.
Speaker 5: The fact remains, Miss Morgan, that remains. Minutes ago, I
got a permit to carry a gun, and your permit
giver told.
Speaker 7: Me I ought to stop and talk to you. That's
the fact.
Speaker 4: I suppose. Now you've gotten the permit, you are going.
Speaker 7: Out and buy a gun as soon as I leave here.
Speaker 4: Polly, you need a gun like I need a hold.
Speaker 5: Of so many things. You need vic manners. I let
you escort me, darling. Don't loust it up with dialogue.
Speaker 4: That's why it goes Clovid. Not tell me why you
need that gun.
Speaker 7: This morning again I told the permit giver, tell.
Speaker 4: Me, men, she's got to defend herself. Shut up, Sick,
be an agent for poly Morgan and you get shut up, Vick.
You better tell me, Vick. Polly Morgan, her big singer
of sad ballads, a man's been calling her up, threatening
the way all.
Speaker 7: Of you men threaten, whether you say it out loud
or not.
Speaker 4: Yeah, pobly, the way we all do. Also, she says,
the man's following her.
Speaker 5: You saw him, You saw him as well as I did.
Speaker 4: Yeah, I saw him, Polly, did you?
Speaker 7: Vic?
Speaker 2: I saw a guy running on the street this morning,
Polly said, that's a man he was.
Speaker 5: And when I went back to my apartment later he called.
He told me that was him who touched me in
the crowd. He said he'd be there tonight.
Speaker 4: He's going to be where well I'm singing.
Speaker 7: At the thirteen Club. He said he'd be at the
ringside tonight.
Speaker 8: Okay, I'll be there if you want to come on,
come on, come on.
Speaker 2: And the room suddenly empty of her and the man,
whose gesture of farewell was a shrug half begun, not finished,
and the autumn darkness has brought to a variety of things,
the rustle of silk perfumed only with the night, when
the scornful voice of a woman who walks close on
the scalpel edge of a private terror, the pyermit for
death held close to her, the grudging invitation to come
prevented if you can, and fillian against the time of
going with routine, the gathering, the sorting, the parceling out
of the day's violence. And then they glanced at the
wall clock and the realization that you could be late,
and at the canopied entrance of the thirteen Club find
Vic gnawing on the remains of a fingernail, pause long
enough to.
Speaker 4: Tell Ally's Danny. I got a table ring side off.
Speaker 2: Field to me, and Basha threw the decord of bare
shoulders and neckties bright with the signature of countasses through tears.
Wept into very dry martinis because Polly's song was nostalgia
with a coupveroard charge, and listened as Polly sang, her
body leaning against the wall of remembered pain.
Speaker 9: Look at it, you know, ah watches any Why does
he makes her regard like it was an egg and
a pain, a draw down X amount of dollars for
a week, an act of runs into the floor.
Speaker 4: Figures she's good. He is hard to believe, hard to
believe how she can sing with so much feelings.
Speaker 9: Some girls think from here and hear from nowhere. Alle
sings from the ear in the highway.
Speaker 2: It's difficult to figure. That can't happen though, that beef,
and mind you, it pays me well. This artificial heart.
She sets the beating in public places, she said. The
man who's been annoying her with the hear at ringside,
if you see him anywhere big?
Speaker 4: How would I know? If I saw him?
Speaker 2: A man running away from something in the street, that's
an annoyer. I get to urge myself sometimes, you know.
Any of these men are onas Yeah.
Speaker 4: That one with the two blonds and a male antennant,
that's Jili Crane. His last wife made a settlement on him,
a native village in my lawker someplace he needs probably
lay good. Hey, that one.
Speaker 2: It looks like scientists, Uh huh, a scientist with things
a dollar around here.
Speaker 4: I go over to him and.
Speaker 2: Discuss what's new and nuclear fission and there's always something new.
Polly interests him in terms of how soon she's going
to explode.
Speaker 4: Do you think him a cult of science? The one
along hence the wall. Yeah, Daddy, I'm surprised with you.
Do not be taken in by the rough and tumbled.
Speaker 9: Gree bub Hey, that's probably I heard a scream before?
Or where is it?
Speaker 4: It sounds like I'm addressing room, Danny.
Speaker 9: I think maybe take me to revict Yeah, sure, sure, come.
Speaker 4: On in here, Danny to me, look at my Polly,
take it heasy, it's going to be all right.
Speaker 7: Head of me?
Speaker 4: Where you go? Miss Markham?
Speaker 5: The gun?
Speaker 4: Where'd he go? Miss Margham? Had this window? Danny looks
like through here we have seen him in the hall
of the kid. He must have got in while Polly
was on. What's the matter, Danny? Why do you look
like that?
Speaker 2: I'm a got your budget for publicity.
Speaker 4: But Danny, Danny, what kind of talk is that? At
the time?
Speaker 5: That's what it is to you, mister Clover. A man
hides in here, waits for me, tears at me, and
you can identify Miss Morgan.
Speaker 4: Yes, yes, yes, we have a pilot headquarters. I want
miss Morgan.
Speaker 5: To get my coat.
Speaker 2: No, oh and no, all right, here's more pictures.
Speaker 4: Maybe his picture will be in this stack.
Speaker 7: I'm getting really bored, mister Clover.
Speaker 4: That's tough.
Speaker 2: He finally saw the man up close, didn't Just this
is the way we operate. Bring you down the headquarters.
Let you look through pictures, hope that you will identify
someone in the gallery the man.
Speaker 5: All right, all right, all right, only, why don't you
go sit on the other side of the table.
Speaker 2: Oh, go ahead over there, luck, Miss Margan. I've got
a thing to tell you.
Speaker 5: You're going to do it very badly. I've heard it
from poets.
Speaker 2: If you're a name on a police file, it means
a job I've got to do. Outside of that, you
don't mean a thing in the world.
Speaker 7: It really eats you.
Speaker 4: Done, look at the pictures, really done?
Speaker 7: All right, I'll look at the pictures.
Speaker 2: Oh, hi, margavn Danny, Hello, Miss Martin, do you better
stand over there?
Speaker 4: Margavian on the other side of the table. What uh
forget it for begun?
Speaker 7: Oh?
Speaker 4: This from the description Miss Morgan gave the artist and
technical there's a sketchy short term. Would you mind taking
a look at this, Miss margin?
Speaker 7: This is him? All right, you're sure, almost exactly nose
little straight, her eyes a little further apart.
Speaker 4: Thanks, miss Morgan. I'll take you back to your apartment.
Speaker 7: Police precede you to mister Clover.
Speaker 2: Stop at a desk on the way out, issue orders
for the printing and distribution of the likeness of a
man who, in Polly Morgan, had found a sum.
Speaker 4: And reason of his loneliness.
Speaker 2: A man who had touched her in the crowd, waited
for her in a darkened room, clawed at her because
she screamed at his despair. And take the woman home
in silence, and from there go to the silent furnished room,
draw down the bed covers, try for this night to.
Speaker 4: Sleep it away.
Speaker 2: And in the morning at headquarters be told there was
someone waiting for you in your office. Find him there
peeking at things furtively, trying to rearrange them on your desk,
because you walked in on him in a bad time.
Speaker 7: Oh I.
Speaker 9: They said you would be a while coming. Seems no
one expected you so.
Speaker 4: Soon to find what you were looking for.
Speaker 9: I wasn't looking for anything. It's a sort of a habit, fingering,
not mine to try it habit.
Speaker 7: I am ashamed.
Speaker 9: Honestly as I do.
Speaker 4: Wanted to see me. Why that man, that man you
police are looking for?
Speaker 10: Well I had no sooner finished tacking up his picture
in my office. Well it came to me like that,
it did. Oh, yes, Why that fellow is a guest
in my hotel. I own a hotel, Jean Prouty, and
he's a guest at my hotel. This man you want,
Lars Nielsen, a salesman out of Black River Pols, Wisconsin,
always comes to my hotel. When he said it's our city,
that's it because it's.
Speaker 7: Clean and quiet, just old people. Really, oh gladly. But
he's not there.
Speaker 10: I rushed up to his room to tell him you
people wanted him for something.
Speaker 7: And he wasn't there.
Speaker 9: I just don't know where he might be.
Speaker 10: Yes, the fellow who's always bragging about what he calls
dingy contact speaking.
Speaker 5: I saw him from the window, mister clover, he's on
his way up here.
Speaker 11: What I do.
Speaker 6: Ask? Please hurry.
Speaker 9: Shake it out of my hands.
Speaker 6: I can't put it down. Dag a gun out it.
Speaker 5: I can't can't on clinch my face, take a gun away, please, Okay.
Speaker 4: Okay, I go.
Speaker 7: What happened in there?
Speaker 12: There see him.
Speaker 7: I shot him. I'm shot him.
Speaker 4: Your didiness morgansday.
Speaker 3: You're listening to Broadways My Beat, written by Martin By
and David Bridgin and starring Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.
September Dies and Broadway moren that's passing without tears.
Speaker 4: It's days. We're ripped from the.
Speaker 2: Calendars, tossed into choked waste baskets, carted away to public dumps.
So what's the we for? The gone days? The used
up days, the scribbled on days? About face? Kid, October
waits for you with a promise. In each and every
nightfall blank, empty, panting to be filled in. Don't turn
your back, walk into it. Lead with your heart. There's
neon to keep you warm. They're spectacular to light your way.
You'll hardly hear the sobbing because the winds are high
on winter's eve.
Speaker 4: Walk into it.
Speaker 2: Kid, It's time for another dream. But where I was
September Linger to give something to remember it by the
man lying in death, his blood etching out a new
pattern on the monotone of the rug, watching the delicacy
of its flowing design. The woman who had waited on
his dying the woman who had killed him.
Speaker 5: You're sure, you're sure he's dead. Yes, I didn't want
it that way. I only wanted what this morning to
frighten him in spite.
Speaker 7: Of what I told you before.
Speaker 5: All I wanted was to scare him away so I
wouldn't touch me like that, look at me like that.
Speaker 2: That's why you got the permit for the gun, only
to frighten him away.
Speaker 7: I want him out of my sight.
Speaker 5: I want him taken out of here, to understand, we'll take.
Speaker 4: Care of it.
Speaker 2: There are other cases like yours, miss Morgan, cases where
the woman didn't find it necessary to kill.
Speaker 7: I'm not like those women. I'm different. You've looked at
me long, you've heard me sing.
Speaker 10: You know I'm different.
Speaker 4: Yes, you were killed.
Speaker 5: Do you think I could have stopped him with sweet talk,
the torch song? With my lips against his cheek? Is
that what they did those other women you told me about.
That's how they stopped it.
Speaker 7: It was locked, but it got in after his in.
Speaker 5: I opened it, neshed and please go, I remember I
said please. He stood beating on my door and beating
and beating and beating. I screamed, and then finally he
went away. Through the kitchen window. I heard the crash
of glass.
Speaker 7: He must have come up by the fire skate open
the window through here you see, you see, I'm from here.
Speaker 4: He crowded you into the other room where you killed him.
Speaker 7: I asked him into that room. I said it would
be nicer there, we could talk. Gave me time to
get the gun. When he saw he laughed. He was laughing.
Speaker 5: When you want me to go somewhere with you whatever
has to be done.
Speaker 4: Yeah, sure, you're well, miss Mark. I didn't live the afternoon.
Speaker 9: Danny.
Speaker 4: Oh, thank you, Geno, and same to you likewise. I'm sure, Danny,
what's the matter with you?
Speaker 9: Busy busy visual?
Speaker 2: I won't keep the Geno all right, it's all right,
what's on your mind?
Speaker 9: I will relate to you the pale of Sogeant Gino
ptaically on his trials of the last six hours, the
interim between the time you found with the laws knew
from shot to death. I'm gonnawn if anybody was a
right arm to anybody, I am to the police department.
Speaker 4: All that goes without saying.
Speaker 9: You know, agenda to it. Upon the arrival of mister
Neilson in our.
Speaker 4: Morg sure his name is Neilsen. You're fighting me, Danny,
I'm sorry, accepted.
Speaker 9: Upon his arrival at our morgue, I had him mister Prouty,
the hotel man, who did indeed identify him as his
late departed guest named Lars Neilson. Go on, and since
mister Neilson had been a denizen of Black River Falls, Wisconsin,
form the chief of police there. Indeed I did, and
a fine fellow here is move come on. I related
him the events concerning mister Neilson and Miss Polly Morgan.
Then I asked him a little something about mister Neilsen.
Just what he said, fust I know this fancy suits. However,
he asked me which Lars Neilsen I was talking about,
since his records revealed two such having resided in Black
River Pole. And I told him to give me info
one vote. An hour ago he called back and he
said this one Lars Neilsen was a traveling salesman who's
almost doing Black Liver Falls the other words, of all things,
a resident of New York, according to his folks whom
he interrogated. Hearing this, I have located in our city.
Such a mister Neilsen, whose address I now hand for you.
Speaker 4: Thank you, Gino still mention it.
Speaker 9: But now Danny, I will twit you the way I
was twitted. The Chief of police did inform me that
Miss Polly Morgan has an ant in black Liver Falls
and proud of the fact since miss Morgan is nationally famous,
and that Danny is my agenda for the.
Speaker 13: Day, cannot pay some other time after I got a.
Speaker 4: Touch schedule seremy in the faith. Please, mister Neilton, may
I come in.
Speaker 9: One of my kids beat up on one of them bullies.
Speaker 13: But mister, whatever my kids do, I stand behind him.
Speaker 4: A hundred percent.
Speaker 2: Man was killed today, a man named Lars Neilson Nielsen.
Speaker 4: That's my name.
Speaker 9: Look how I'm living.
Speaker 10: Come on in.
Speaker 4: Just give me a minute to vacuum the cat let
off this carpet. My wife works all day so I
won't get lonely. She leaves me with the hoover and
the cat and the kids to my feet and throw
out of the house. I wanted to ask you for
my pardon. I want to apologize something to you. The
reason I support this robe and night shur it is
I work night sleep days. Huh sleep uh.
Speaker 9: Lars Nielsen is dead.
Speaker 4: Huh it was in the papers. Who gets a chance
at him in this house?
Speaker 9: Why isn't it hey?
Speaker 4: I couldn't.
Speaker 7: I couldn't put.
Speaker 4: I was a kid once back in Black River Falls
and Wisconsin. There was another kid who was a kid
with me, also went by the name of Lars Nielsen.
This got confusing sometimes, especially on calling up for a date.
The girl would say which Liars Nielson? Both our family
descended from the same Swedish family tree made us look
like sort of coloring, you know. I would describe myself
pointedly that Lars is dead. We checked Black River Pole police.
The man who was killed came from there thirteen years old.
When I saw him last, I was fourteen. Tell me
what you can remember about him so long ago years.
Don't ask me to cut how many it will help us,
it'll you're trying to tell me he's dead because somebody's
shocked broken into a woman's apartment to steal No Liars,
I've been sitting here remembering him from a picnic high
school stuff, you know, some of a picnic at the
falls and a kid, a girl, oh twelve years old.
Maybe Lars went crazy for you know, like a thirteen
year old does at that age, he figures it impresses
girls to break his neck hanging from trees, to beat
up on a friend. She chose me lovely picnic. I
shouldn't laugh. Huh the little girl? He remember who she was? Yeah? Sure,
certainly for lots of reasons. First, she was only twelve.
Second to ant, she was visiting chaperone on the picnic. Third,
she got a big crush on me. Well, I was
sophisticated at the age of fourteen. That made me attracted
to twelve year olds. I kept shoving her away. On
the other liar, she didn't want him. You remember her name?
How could I miss it? This jockey's whispered in my
ear every time I turn over. Polly Morgan, big deal
with a ballot. Personally, I can't see if you haven't
seen her since Black River Fall? Look at that. I
got a wife with hay fever. She's spreading here and there.
Speaker 2: She screams at my kids, and I'm very fond of it.
Speaker 4: Why should I go looking for exotics like Polly Morgan?
Marl Neilsen? You see, I answered my question. Oh good evening, Danny,
come on in, Thanks, Dick. I called the thirteen twelve.
A little while ago, the manager said, Miss Morgan was
in her dressing room, but you were no place around
at probably five minutes afternoon. As soon as you department
let it go on our own cognizance. What are they
gonna do? Call it justifiable homicide? We'll see, bick, guy,
I wanted to talk to you before I talked to her. Sure,
won't you say down something you drink? No? Thanks, Bick?
What kind of woman is Polly Morgan?
Speaker 2: The greatest ballancing in the company? For besides that, thick
as a person you saw perform you know what about men?
Speaker 4: That's what I mean? You saw she was right, Danny,
I did try to get to it. Can't blame me, Kenny.
I got teeth marks on this, and I go from
thinking about it. They don't come like her. Only book checked. Yeah,
but what makes her like she is? Well, why do
you think she hates men? I kid myself in the
thinking she's afraid to let herself go. She always been
like that. It's a funny thing. What is she's changed? Oh?
How the week ten days ago? It happened. But then
she started smiling to herself, Well, what do you mean? Well,
I was in a dressing room when it happened. She
got a phone called first she she seems stunned. She
almost fainted. All she did was say yes into the phone.
When she hung it up, it seemed like something inside
of it was glowing. I go on, well, well, nothing
much more, Danny, except she's been sneaking away after recording
days after performances. Yeah, something else that. Has she ever
talked to you about her past life? No? Not, but
I've wondered about it because has it? Recruitio the song
she sings best, I'm in a mood forul love once
in a while, these foolish things so raven songs like
a aw from one season.
Speaker 2: Oh, I've noticed. I'm glad to talk to her a
bit if you want to go.
Speaker 4: Along, Sure, Sure I do. I guess the manager didn't
hear about my getting fired. Man, he passed me right
into her dressing room. Listen, listen to that dolls saying
no you than me? Why they like her too? Yeah?
And I would just killed her, man. She can ask
the Benji's a week can get it. Maybe I've been
asking you, Danny, but you haven't been answering. What are
we here for?
Speaker 7: What?
Speaker 4: Is your making the dormous part?
Speaker 7: You too?
Speaker 4: Do you want everybody to hear what I have to
tell you about? What Lars Nielsen?
Speaker 5: That's the reason you're using today in my dressing room?
Speaker 7: What do you want me to do? Did you talk
him into this? Pick?
Speaker 4: Holly? Baby asked me to come with him. I don't
have any idea.
Speaker 5: I asked you, what do you want me to do?
Speaker 4: I answer question?
Speaker 5: I answered questions all afternoon.
Speaker 7: You know what happened? You know how I killed that man?
Speaker 4: You know, Naras Nielsen? Why didn't you tell me that?
Speaker 7: No him, no man like him? Vic?
Speaker 4: Tell me once more about that phone call?
Speaker 7: What's he talking about?
Speaker 4: I don't know. Dad afraid to tell me in front
of her. Vic, No, it's not that one me. It
was nothing. Polly got a phone call last week. She
felt happy about it, like and I was sure, sure, Babby,
I just want to clear it up. So I told
him he got what phone call from Lars Nielsen? Wasn't it?
That's right?
Speaker 9: She did feel like she was breathing the name. Hey
shot up Lars.
Speaker 4: Nielsen from Black River Falls, Wisconson.
Speaker 5: I don't know what you're talking about.
Speaker 4: Where you spent a vacation fifteen years ago.
Speaker 7: Maybe I did. I've been lots of places.
Speaker 4: Black River Falls is a vacation you never forgot.
Speaker 7: Remember the picnic, Sick, get him out of here.
Speaker 4: Look, Danny, just sit right where you are, Vicick, I
was kidding about Si. Look baby, what do you want
me to do? Remember the picnic? This Morgan. There were
two boys there, both of them named Lars Neilson. Nothing
strange about that in that lake country, especially where most
families come from the same stock.
Speaker 5: Thank you very much for the Information's not quite you
fell in love with one of those boys.
Speaker 4: Oh what is this, Danny? What are you talking about?
Fifteen years ago?
Speaker 2: Polly was only twelve years old. That was for Polly
because Polly built it, made a memory and exaggerator.
Speaker 4: What do you know?
Speaker 5: What do you know?
Speaker 4: Saggerated? And no other man was allowed in her life?
Speaker 7: Holly YouTube, Vic what do you know?
Speaker 4: And Lars Nielsen called it come to New York. That
was the phone call you saw, Vic, You saw what
I did to her. Look, Danny, you can't make anything
out of a kid pulling him love with another kid.
Speaker 7: You're can kill him, kill him? How wrong he is?
Speaker 4: Probaly started to sneak away to meet Lars Neilson and
tried desperately to make up for fifteen lost years. And
then she found out it was the wrong Lars Nielsen,
the wrong the same name, the same color, all your songs,
probably all the songs that have made you famous, all
from the same time, fifteen years ago, a summer memory.
That's why he killed him, Oh bully, because he was.
Speaker 2: Pulling him when you got the permit for the gun,
and you were just what you're going to do, the
whole thing, a man following your threatening phony.
Speaker 5: She made love to me. He told me he was
someone else, and I believe him. All those years will
fifteen years remember waiting, and then I found out it
wasn't Hitten at all.
Speaker 2: Polly, Polly Baby Phil Phil In the chill of autumn night,
Broadway echoes that sounds heard only in darkness, leading whispers,
a woman's laughter, floating down to your end of the bar,
footsteps that fade when you turn a corner, you run
toward them, reach out your hand. There's nothing only a
closing door at the end of the long cord. It's Broadway,
the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomer mile in the world.
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Speaker 11: Escape Welcome Back.
Speaker 1: Well, this is one of those episodes where I think
Danny's treatment of the murderer rob is my modern sensibility
is the wrong way. Although I think it's not too
unrealistic for the times, and I suppose it's hard to
feel bad for her sins it did turn out she
was guilty, But I think what is more problematic is
just how incredibly bonkers the solution to this case is.
And they try to do a little bit of slot
a hand to cover that, to establish some very similitude,
to make the whole thing seem more realistic. As Danny
assured us that it was perfectly plausible for Polly to
run into two different boys named wars Nielsen. Nice things
strange about it in that late country, especially where most
families come from the same stock, and I have to
appreciate that. As Danny shares his heretofore unknown expertise in
Wisconsin demography. But to me, it answers the wrong question,
because as odd as that is, it's the least implausible
part of the fact that Paully built her entire adult
life and a fifteen year singing career as a national
sensation on a crush she had as a twelve year
old girl at a summer vacation and ended up committing
murder as a result of the same thing. Not only that,
but salesman Lairs when he came to town and decided
that he wanted to connect with this girl that had
become famous, who he remembered having met one summer. Instead
of just going to a show and introducing himself and saying, yeah,
we came from the same hometown and I met you
that summer, he schemed to impersonate his distant relative who
had the same name as him and who he knew
she was madly in love with. Somehow, Now, I was
thinking this would be a little less plausible if we
assumed that both Hally and Danny were wrong, and that
salesman Lars didn't actually set out to deceive her, that
he just went up to her and said a I'm
Lars Nielsen. We met one summer back when we were
kids in Black River Falls. Assuming you know you're going
up to someone in the big city and you're both
from this from the same small town, and that's an
instant connection. Now, under this scenario, salesman Lars might have
realized at some point there was a case of mistaken identity,
but he may have thought it's an innocent, minor mistake.
I mean that when we were kids at the time,
and she thinks I'm this distant relative. But she's getting
to know me, and if things work out, we'll just
laugh about it later because I can really sell myself
to her and she'll really like me. It's not like
she's going to get upset about this and concoct in
elaborate murder scheme. Now, if that had been the case,
it would have been a little bit more grounded. Laws
would be a real, latable human being with failings who
made a tragic error coupled with perhaps some on ethical
failings and a misunderstanding lads to death in the way
that human beings will often kill each other. That would
be grounded. It would feel human. And the problem with
this episode and its solution is that it doesn't. When
I first started playing Broadways my Beat, a long time
listener on Patreon supporter commented that Broadways My Beat was
a bit of a soap opera, and I did not
see that sort of connection. I'd mainly listened to the
nineteen forty nine and fifty episodes, but if you'd heard
an episode like this, I can see how you could
get that idea, because this is an episode where I
don't think it hits the best edition of Broadways My Beat,
because I think Broadways my Beat is at its best
when it deals with humanity, perhaps in a stylized way,
but it is relatable to human beings as they live
and exist and breathe in New York City of the era.
This storyline really once freak can and fine, We're done.
They could have sent a letter to the Hummers and
sold it as a plot for mister Comeleon or mister King.
You'd probably just need some competing suspects. I add some
competing suspects, a little bit more shoutiness and a superfluous disguise,
and this could totally be a mister Comelean plot, which
is just not what you expect from Broadways My Beat.
Listener comments and feedback now and we turn to our
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at survey do great detectives dot Net obsessed with this podcast. Adam,
you have a great commentary and I love the variety
of programs from Johnny Dollar to mister Chameleon. Thank you
for your hard work and the joy you bring to
us listeners.
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Speaker 1: And then Christopher in the Ozark Mountains rights absolutely perfect
return to Armed Forces rate radio days where I learned
to love radio. Thank you for the comment Christopher. And
while it's a lot for me to hear these old
programs from the Armed Forces Radio and Television Service and
the American Forces Network and things like that, it has
to be even more so if you actually heard them
when they were first aired. And there are so many people.
I remember one listener who actually heard it. She wasn't
in the military, but her while there was, so this
was a critical part of connecting so many people to
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Speaker 14: Came straight back this way, just where I'm welcome. I
was at the end of the calenter there, just where
you are. He had a brown paper bag in one
hand and it was just a couple of feet from me.
He put his other hand in his coat pocket and
he came up with a gun, pointed it right at me.
Speaker 4: His door was empty at the times, or no customers around.
Speaker 14: Yeah, that's right, just myself and my son in law,
Herb in the back room. I guess he heard this
thief talking to me and he came out to see
what it was all about.
Speaker 4: That's when the fireworks started.
Speaker 14: And what happened, well, he made Herb line up along
the counter right next to me. By this time, he
had all the loot he wanted in that paper bag
he was carrying. Just when I thought he was going
to leave, he turned around all of a sudden. He
said to Herb, you think you're a smart guy, don't you.
Then he slugged her with the gun brought it right
down on the side of his head all his might.
That's where the fight started. Just about yeah, Herb fell
down on one knee. There was a great, big gash
on the side of his face. Even when he was down,
the thief kept slugging Herb, kept pounding him in the
face with that gun.
Speaker 4: Herb wasn't doing anything.
Speaker 14: I got good and sword.
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