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Now from May fifth, nineteen fifty one, here is the
Harry Foster murder case.
Speaker 2: Broadways My Beach from Times 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.
Speaker 2: Clover in the early Twilight. Broadway is dappled with beginning shadows.
It's the time of the small shock, the springtime's day
starts its long scream down into night. It's time, clock time,
the hour for going home again. Close the ledger, lock
the store, figure the overtime, smile at the boss and
out into the street. Blink, then run the subway. Waits
for no man home again. End another day again. But
my day was just beginning north on Broadway into the
East Central Park around the eighties, and push through the
crowd whose focus was a park bench that faced the street.
Come on, break and starts at my and tells you
why you're there?
Speaker 4: I over here, Danny lent right there near the bench.
Speaker 5: I found the knife.
Speaker 6: I didn't pick it up.
Speaker 4: I read, was the boy, Paul.
Speaker 6: Paul Gilbert.
Speaker 7: I haven't been home from school yet.
Speaker 2: Oh you'll go home in a squad car, Paul, I
promised him.
Speaker 4: With the siren, Danny, with a siren.
Speaker 2: What happened, Paul? How did the knife get there?
Speaker 7: I saw the man take it out of his own
back and throw it down, and then the man staggered away.
Speaker 4: Did I show you this?
Speaker 8: Danny?
Speaker 4: All this blood? Wherever he is, he's hurt, real bad.
Speaker 2: I want you to think for a minute, Paul, what
did this man look like?
Speaker 9: Tall?
Speaker 7: I guess, yeah, I guess that's all.
Speaker 6: He was tall.
Speaker 2: Most growing ups are tall, an't.
Speaker 7: They, Paul, all of 'em except for midgets.
Speaker 2: One more thing, Paul, was there anyone with this man?
Think hard?
Speaker 7: No, I don't think so. You told me that the
other man I saw wasn't with him. The other man
in the hat just watched him. Then the man in
the hat ran away. He wasn't with him.
Speaker 2: What did the man in the hat looked like he
had a hat?
Speaker 7: That's all I know. I got scared.
Speaker 4: I ran, That's right, Danny.
Speaker 10: Paul ran right into Officer Crissio on the beat, almost
knocked him down. Cushio came back, saw the blood on
the bench, the knife, phoned.
Speaker 2: It in, Paul, Did you know the man, the man
with the knife?
Speaker 6: No, hauh.
Speaker 7: I usually don't come home from school this way. We
are after school game with the eight by two over
there on the playground. This is the first game of.
Speaker 9: The Inner Mirror Squad.
Speaker 2: Carmaga for Paul with a siren, Then the careful tracing,
the sifting through the shadows of a city. The dust
of a city, the hiding places of a city into
which a wounded man must crawl and lie for a time,
and then wander in search of a kindlier place, a
darker place, and leave behind him the trail of the wounded,
the blood of his life. But the man who had
been stabbed had done none of these things. The hospitals
told me that the doctors, the fellow in the neat
white jacket, and the drug store across from the park,
who not having a wounded man, offered me a special
and shaving cream. Legwork of the man on the beat,
harvesting the crop of those who had been at the
scene of the crime, sorting them, packaging them, parceling them
out to me one by one.
Speaker 9: Look, mister, how many rights do we have to give you?
Speaker 2: Guys?
Speaker 11: I was calling on my girl, brought her a box
of chocolate covered pepper, and she was beginning to understand me.
Speaker 2: Oh, we won't keep you long.
Speaker 11: You don't understand this day. I don't stay close to
my little bird. She busts out of a cage.
Speaker 9: I've known her to do that when I pop out
two minutes for a corner newspaper.
Speaker 2: You're in the park. This afternoon saw a man who
was stabbed. Can you describe the man?
Speaker 9: I was never no park when unfortunately got stabbed.
Speaker 2: An officer took your name. You made him erase it
start all over again because he wasn't spelling it right.
Speaker 9: So you caught me in a lie.
Speaker 2: Can you describe the man who was hurt?
Speaker 11: Describe who got a chance to get close to him?
Everybody push and shove and like was a parade for
a general.
Speaker 9: I'm lucky. I gotta piek at the top of his
fleeting skull.
Speaker 2: That's all.
Speaker 11: Look, I want to explain why I lied about not
being in the park, my girl.
Speaker 9: The big thinks I work for a living. It's a
little white lion. He used to keep the king.
Speaker 2: That's all you can go. Then the man who is eager,
whose eyes darned and pierced, who follows you as you
move away from him, stays close to you, needs the
lapel of your coat.
Speaker 9: I was real close to him.
Speaker 4: He had a knife in his back.
Speaker 2: He breathed in my face.
Speaker 4: I can tell you the color of his eyes, how.
Speaker 2: Close I was.
Speaker 10: Tell me blue eyes, washed out blue, and no tears
in them, no tears at all, no remorse for the
evil doing that had brought wrath upon him.
Speaker 2: Blue eyes, what color? Hair dooty, a dirty color, all matted. No, No,
it was.
Speaker 10: Blond and shining, and it was a kind of light
that shone about it. That's because he was dying, dying
and protest against all the wickedness.
Speaker 4: Little drowned, drown us.
Speaker 2: All A big man, a sharp manner. What is the matter?
How I looked? I was close to him. I tell you,
he reached.
Speaker 4: Out his hand to me, touched my tears on my face.
Speaker 2: Help him out of your office. Motion a policeman, over
watch him. Be gentle with the man, take him away,
and then motion for the next one to come in.
Speaker 12: Realize, of course, that you're imposing on my time.
Speaker 5: Not that I mind.
Speaker 12: It could be a welcome relief from those spoiled monsters.
I simper and smile at and die of her.
Speaker 2: You're a nursemaid, miss Cram, Is that right?
Speaker 12: Call me governess and call me Virginia. Miss Cram doesn't
sound like me at all, don't you think?
Speaker 2: You take the children of the park every day.
Speaker 6: Four to five thirty, except on rainy days.
Speaker 12: On rainy days, the children and I stay at home
and I am permitted callers from four to five thirty.
Speaker 6: That's on rainy days.
Speaker 2: You told an officer you saw the man who was hurt.
Speaker 12: I was making conversation. I needed that to get those
brats out of my air.
Speaker 2: You didn't see him.
Speaker 12: I wouldn't have gone near him. But I can tell
you who did see him.
Speaker 6: The looker?
Speaker 2: Who the looker?
Speaker 4: All of us in the park know her.
Speaker 12: She sits in a window across the street on the
fifth floor, watches.
Speaker 6: Every move we make every day.
Speaker 5: Sits there and watches.
Speaker 12: It makes you feel as if you're being spied on
what I mean, fifth.
Speaker 2: Floor in an apartment on eightieth and fifth.
Speaker 12: Oh, you can't miss her. Just stand out in the
street for a while. Her eyes will bore right through you.
Speaker 2: But on a rainy day, I know you're permitted callers.
That's all misker. Yes, I'm Danny Clover Police. We haven't
done anything. I know. I don't even know who you are.
There's no name card on your door. You want to
come in and talk to us, all right? I'm George Mason.
She's mine in the wheelchair. Diane's my wife. Good evening,
Miss Mason, Diane, Dianey Diane, we've got a visitor. He said,
good evening to you. Say hello, Diane, this is mister
Clover from the police. Mister Mason, there was some trouble
earlier across the street from how.
Speaker 13: You talk to her when I'm trying something. Maybe it'll
do her some good talking to her?
Speaker 2: No one ever? Does you know? You just talked to her?
And I'll answer you all right? There was a man
stabbed across the street from you, missus Mason, in the park. Yes,
I heard about it when I came home. Have you
found the man? No, Missus Mason. I understand that you
sit by a window every day. That's right, that one
ge sits there watches. It's her pleasure today every day.
Then she must have seen what happened.
Speaker 6: She must have been pretty pretty.
Speaker 2: What what are you trying to say, Diane? Did you
see how it is? I'm sorry, m.
Speaker 14: George.
Speaker 2: Yes, what is it?
Speaker 14: I saw a man today, I saw a knife today.
Speaker 2: Is there anything you can do? Can you talk to her, Diane?
Speaker 14: A man today, a knife today?
Speaker 2: Yes? Well, can you tell me what the man looked like? Sweetheart?
Speaker 6: Nice?
Speaker 13: Was he a big man? Was he a small man?
Was he a nice man? Man, did you like him?
Speaker 2: And try to erase from memory the eyes of the
woman filled with the name terrors, the known terrors, the
dart and scurry, gnaw and nibble at the fleeting instance
of serenity within her, and try to wash away in
the city's night, screaming, the crooning of a tuneless song,
and suddenly the known words a man, a knife. And
know that the eyes that absorb all movement, all shadow,
all light on faces and things that pass before them
have seen nothing, not the man who was stabbed, not
the one who did the stabbing. And then the long
walk to the darkened room, turn on the shaded light bulb,
and search the cupboards for sleep. And finally it comes
in the morning, the scorching cup of coffee, the walk
to headquarters, and the cheery greeting on the threshold from
the cheery sergeant are tightly.
Speaker 11: Oh, welcome, Danny, Welcome to your abode, away from your abode.
Speaker 2: Good morning, genal.
Speaker 9: Ah, the best, the sunniest, the brave.
Speaker 2: Not sorely. You know, all I've had is a cup of.
Speaker 11: Coffee for which I am delighted. Huh, for which I
am delighted. Come will escort you to your office, Danning.
You will see there how I have taken the liberty
to spread upon your.
Speaker 2: Desk a repast I shouldn't have done it.
Speaker 11: A repast consisting of a hot paper container of coffee
and a half a dozen cinnamon bumbs.
Speaker 9: What the repast heartache looks good? How else should they look?
Speaker 11: The cinnamon bumbs were baked in the oven of Missus
Tartagia with her own two lily whites.
Speaker 9: Go ahead, but bait munch.
Speaker 2: If you like, Mmmm, thank Missus Tartaglier.
Speaker 8: For me.
Speaker 9: It goes without saying.
Speaker 11: Now to the events of the morning, Okay, if I
disturbed while you munch, we have the department. I've discovered
that this park bench upon which an alleged man was
allegedly stabbed has been a lucky bench. Are unlucky, depending,
of course, on the point of view of whom sat there.
Speaker 2: You'll explain it to me.
Speaker 11: G know, goes without saying. The lucky part of the
bench is that five weeks ago a man found upon
it wrapped in a newspaper three hundred dollars turned over
the lost and found. So is that four weeks ago
same man trained in the Lost and Found from the
same bench a like newspaper containing another three hundred and
we have not seen this pleasant honor.
Speaker 2: Citizen since do you have his name?
Speaker 9: Oh, it goes with a.
Speaker 11: Harry Foster, thirteen forty five West sixteenth one.
Speaker 9: I should keep the simnon bums hot for you, Danny.
Speaker 4: I'll do that.
Speaker 2: You know, you go ahead and do that.
Speaker 6: Please help me, Please come in and help me.
Speaker 2: What's the matter my husband?
Speaker 6: No one will help me. I asked the neighbors. They said,
call the police. It's called an ambulance.
Speaker 4: Please help her.
Speaker 2: Is he you help me?
Speaker 6: He's in our bedroom.
Speaker 4: I think he's I think he's dying.
Speaker 6: And no one would know.
Speaker 4: One Foster, Yes, Harry's wife.
Speaker 6: He came home last night and there was blood. He
just looked at me like an animal, and.
Speaker 4: Help him.
Speaker 2: Please help him dead?
Speaker 6: Oh no, you're wrong.
Speaker 2: You've been dead for a long time.
Speaker 6: Hole asleep.
Speaker 3: You are listening to Broadways My Beat, written by Morton
Fine and David Freakin and starring Larry Thor as Detective
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Speaker 2: In the maytime, the sun grims down and pats Broadway's cheek.
Broadway loves it. The sunlit minutes are added to the
ten minute break for a cigarette. The walk is slower,
the sway gentler. The windows are opened wide and the
door is too, And glints of sunlight a carried through
long hallways, and the sigh of a summer's wind, touching
the lips of the girl at the typewriter, touching the
hand of the man at the water cooler, watching her,
touching the steel of the file cabinets, warming them. Having
made the tour back on Broadway and start all over again.
Where I was, there was no warmth, only a woman
drawing a shawl tight around her shoulders and talking quietly
to her dad.
Speaker 6: Harry, Harry listened to me.
Speaker 4: You were right.
Speaker 12: We should have told them, we should have told them
all about it, and you wouldn't be like this.
Speaker 2: And I would missus, Foster. What should you have told us?
Speaker 6: What did you say?
Speaker 2: What should you and your husband have told.
Speaker 6: Us about the money? Nothing else?
Speaker 2: Money you found on the park bench.
Speaker 6: Yes, you see, we should have told them Harry.
Speaker 2: But he did, missus, Foster, He reported it, turned it in.
Speaker 6: You don't understand, I know no one would understand.
Speaker 2: Then maybe you can help me.
Speaker 6: Friday, it was always Harry's day off from the factory
out there. You can see it from here, see, and
he's day off. I'd pack him a little lunch and
he kissed me goodbye. Walk up town to Central Park
he gone. He always went alone. He always sat on
the same bench. Harry used to describe it to me
what he saw people he talked to felt as if
I'd been there with him.
Speaker 2: And one day he found money in a newspaper and.
Speaker 6: Turned it in, like you said, next week turned it in.
But after that told him he didn't have to do
that anymore.
Speaker 2: You mean he found more money. Is that what you're
trying to tell me? You mean he found more money.
Speaker 6: For five weeks in a row. I told Harry he
didn't have to turn it in anymore. I told him
to go back to be sure. And keep going back
every week, yesterday too, and we'd be rich. No more this,
no more factory.
Speaker 2: Why didn't you call us when he came home hurt?
Call a doctor who would.
Speaker 6: Have spoiled it? Ended it the money, don't you see?
I thought he'd live and we that money. No, you couldn't.
You couldn't see.
Speaker 2: Then she turned from me and walked over to the window,
stared out of it across her shoulder into the noon sunshine.
I could see the factory emptying its lunchtime employees, the
crowd breaking off its fragments to the curb with the
lunch pails, to the push carts for the ham on
white and coffee. Then the other side, the feet in
the doorway, the entrance of the professionals, coroner, photographer, reporter.
The man had been murdered. I left, then back again
to Central Park. In the park bench of the stabbing
sit on it. A man named Harry Foster used to
find money here and he was killed. And a woman
who had seen it happen, a woman who sat at
a window every day, looked up to the window. She
wasn't there. I wondered why I knew why she was
in the wheelchair. There was a man pushing it carefully
down the steps. Can you scoot you a little to
the side, friend Anita hand? Yeah, if you want. Thanks.
How are you feeling, missus Mason.
Speaker 4: She ain't gonna answer you.
Speaker 2: I didn't know if she left the house.
Speaker 4: Why should you even bother?
Speaker 2: Oh I'm Danny Clover police.
Speaker 15: Oh Hi, I'm Ben Taylor. Got a you drive down
the street only missus Mason. Here different kind of a
take drive?
Speaker 2: I see just today?
Speaker 15: Oh all the time, from one to three, the elements
willing I take her for a ride, sometimes here, sometimes there? Sure, sure,
right away, miss Mason is see you Danny.
Speaker 2: Wait a minute? How long have you been doing this, Ben?
Speaker 15: Or since her accident? Since its coney last year? Hid
her back here and up here head. I guess i'd
better take her. I heard her cry like that before.
I can't stand it. Sure, it's a nice day, missus Mason.
I hope you enjoy your ride.
Speaker 4: Or she will. She likes riding in the car. See
you're around, Danny.
Speaker 2: I watched Ben lift her gently out of the wheelchair,
lift her into the back of the car, close the door,
fold the chair, place it in the car. Trunk, then
back and saying something to her. She looked up for
an instant her eyes found me. Then she smiled and
shaped a lost word with her lips. They were gone,
and back at headquarters, the wall clock taking off the
hours of Harry Foster's death, taking off the hours that
his murderer came to a park bench, looked at it,
sild walked away in the warm sun, ticked off the
question of why money had been left there for Harry
Foster to find week after week on Friday's twilight, and
at four o'clock, the door opening slightly, and all you
saw of the man was his cocked head.
Speaker 9: You, mister Danny Clover.
Speaker 2: That's right, you want something.
Speaker 9: All I didn't know if you, mister Danny Clover. And
to give you what I have in my pocket. They
said I should give it to you, you being the
interested party.
Speaker 3: And all?
Speaker 2: What have you got in your pocket?
Speaker 9: This an envelope stamped and everything I found it?
Speaker 2: Don't give it to me. It's addressed to George Mason.
Speaker 9: Anybody can see that. That's the husband of that woman,
the cripple, the one they call a looker in the papers,
the one they think they saw that stabbing. I did
right bringing it to you.
Speaker 2: It's been opened. You open it. I don't lie to me.
You opened it and then resealed it, all right, I
opened it. I'm a normal kind of fella with all
the normal curiosities. First I was going to mail it
when I found it, and then I saw who was addressed.
Though I couldn't restrain myself, un like the provibial cat,
mister Clover, it could make trouble for you being like that.
Speaker 11: When you see what's in it, not when you see
what it says. It says you've made a terrible mistake.
Speaker 9: That's all. Not another word.
Speaker 11: See, you can't do anything to me for just reading that.
You just read it yourself. That's why I brought it
to you, because I'm a cooperative citizen. Or did you
find it at Grant's too? And I've been curious about
that tune for years now. Finally I took time off
to go to study it. Then I found a letter
on the steps, and I never did get to really
study Grants.
Speaker 2: Tool tough you'll stick around, huh. Some of our boys
want to have a long chat with you. They enjoy
curious fellas.
Speaker 9: Sure run anything you say I'm nothing if I'm not cooperative,
just nothing.
Speaker 2: I wouldn't say that, but you stick around.
Speaker 16: Huh?
Speaker 2: Hi?
Speaker 4: Ben, Well, hollo, Denny. Hey, how do you like this? Eh?
Speaker 15: I rigged up so when it's a sunny day, the
telephone is on the outside of my shack.
Speaker 4: Inspiration.
Speaker 2: Eh? Fine, who wants to be.
Speaker 4: On the inside?
Speaker 15: Went outside at sunny your car renting, Danny?
Speaker 4: I can give you rates.
Speaker 15: Just talk if you know, through business to ghett would
never become enemies.
Speaker 4: What's on your mind?
Speaker 2: Missus Mason?
Speaker 8: Sad?
Speaker 16: Huh?
Speaker 15: You know, if you set your mind to it and
consider able, She's been true.
Speaker 4: And then look at her. She's a pretty woman.
Speaker 2: I noticed you said she was hurting an accident at
Coney Island, Ben, what kind of an.
Speaker 15: Accent on the roly coaster? You know one of them
rides fell off right near the end of the ride.
Speaker 2: She stood up fell Was she with anyone?
Speaker 8: Yeah?
Speaker 4: Her husband.
Speaker 15: You want to know something, in spite of the heartbreak
and having a wife like that, You know, mister Mason
is one of the nicest guys I ever met.
Speaker 2: What about missus Mason, Ben?
Speaker 4: What about her?
Speaker 2: Can anyone ever talk to her? Have a conversation with her.
I talked to her about what things?
Speaker 4: You know?
Speaker 15: Ain't it a pretty damousus Mason? Is there a draft
on you? Missus Mason. I talked to her, but she
just hums and sings. But you know, I think she's
getting better. Maybe I'm contributing. Where'd you go driving today?
In down Riverside Drive?
Speaker 4: You know? The river, Grant's tomb, the churches.
Speaker 15: Thanks a lot, then, anytime, Danny, anytime at all.
Speaker 2: Oh, hello, mister Clover. What do you mean, mister Mason.
We're delighted to see you. Please come in, Diane, it's
mister Clover. Dan looks better, doesn't she, Miss Clover, Yes,
yes she does. I brought you something, mister Mason. Here,
Oh a letter. It's addressed to you reader. I don't understand, reader,
yesaid it is. It's addressed to me. But it's been open.
That's right, reader, all right. M Bolt says you made
a mistake, mister Mason. Missus Mason, your husband might be
electrocuted for a murder he committed. Leave her alone, wasn't
going to touch her. Cut it out, Missus Mason. What's
the matter with you?
Speaker 4: If you've gone out of your mind, Clover, I said,
cut it up, Missus. I told you leave her alone,
all right.
Speaker 2: You have come here to accuse me of murder, but
leave her alone. George, don't don't worry about anything.
Speaker 14: Get me a drink of water.
Speaker 2: Right, What did you say?
Speaker 14: A drink of water, George, cold water from the refrigerator,
Diane Darling, a drink of water. Do it. You won't
be able to wait on me any more. Mister Clover
is going to take you away from me.
Speaker 13: Yeah, talking like you know what you're saying. You do
know what you're saying. What's happening? What's happening to us?
Speaker 2: It's already happened. It's all over.
Speaker 14: Over.
Speaker 2: You paid off, did missus? Mason sitting at the window watching,
watching for a man your husband could.
Speaker 5: Kill, simple little man. He came and sat on the
same bench every friday.
Speaker 6: He got paid for a while.
Speaker 13: It was you you wrote that first letter to hand,
and this one made me pay blackmail to a man
or didn't even know me, didn't know anything about me.
Speaker 14: It was so simple. Write a letter, put a stamp
on it.
Speaker 6: Drop it from the car.
Speaker 14: Someone picked up the first letter and.
Speaker 2: Mailed it about five weeks ago, a letter with instructions
in it? Why leave money every Friday on the park bench.
And the man who picked up mister Mason, you thought
was a blackmailer, so you killed him. Miss's crazy? She
really is. She's crazy.
Speaker 5: No, I'm not. I'm just a cripple, George. I can't
move from this chair, honest, But I'm not crazy.
Speaker 2: She's crazy. What did that first letter say, mister Mason?
Speaker 13: When that a man saw me push my wife off
a ride at Coney Island, he demanded blackmail, But I
didn't push Anne.
Speaker 5: Then why did you pay the money?
Speaker 2: Darling? But you weren't going to let your husband alone warrior,
Missus Mason, even after he did what you wanted him
to do, murder a man. Another letter that won your
husband's holding, telling him he killed the wrong man.
Speaker 5: It's not much to ask, is it? Wanting George to suffer?
Look at me?
Speaker 2: You're an accessory, Missus Mason.
Speaker 5: Am I What can you do to me? A cripple
in a.
Speaker 4: Wheelchair in a prison?
Speaker 6: Would that be different?
Speaker 13: Tell me how I didn't push you, Diane.
Speaker 2: I didn't push you. You fell off that ride.
Speaker 14: You fell, liar, Diane, You're a liar.
Speaker 2: When you listen to me. I made it up to you.
Speaker 13: I carried you, I waited on you.
Speaker 2: I went crazy that day. I hated you. I don't
know why. I don't know.
Speaker 6: Oh, I know why.
Speaker 2: You're an evil woman. Evil is shauld a diet. It's
night on Broadway. Now, it's easy laughter and a trumpet
scurls its music into the grinning mob. It's top of
the evening. Have another drink on me, kid, and let's
set this stance out. It's a street gouged out of
a scarlet dream. It's Broadway, the gaudiest, the most violent,
the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway, My Beat, Broadways.
Speaker 3: My Beat stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover, with
Charles Calvert as Tartaglia and Jack Krushian as Mugovin. The
program was produced and directed by Ellie at Lewis, with
musical score composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. In Tonight's story,
Lamont Johnson was heard as George Mason, Kathy Lewis as
Diane Mason, and Virginia greg as Missus Foster. Others in
the cast were Herb Viigren, Lou Krugman, and Johnny McGovern
Every Saturday night, Jan Murray takes a tip from Danny
Clover and goes looking for people only. Jansbeat is the
United States by coast to coast phone. He offers a
grand in cold hard cash if you can identify the
phantom voice. So stay tuned now as Jan Murray and
sing it again. Follow immediately on most of these same
CDs stations Joe Walker speaking, This is CBS where you
laugh at Jack Benny Every Sunday night.
Speaker 4: The Columbia Broadcasting.
Speaker 1: System Welcome back. A good episode, although in the first
half Danny was being unusually a prop in dismissing witnesses,
as if he realized that he had to get through
these witnesses in order for the episode to stay on schedule.
The boy who was given a squad car ride with
a light on was one thing that maybe wonder how
often that happens. I didn't think, unless it's a bread
or something, the light should only be used for true emergencies.
But maybe I'm a stick in the mind. Danny called
the killer's wife accessory, and I'm not sure that's right.
In fact, I'm pretty sure it's not. But I think
the writers struggle with the idea that someone can be
morally responsible for death but not legally culpable, because yeah,
she's definitely guilty of extortion. And of course she hoped
her husband would do the killing, but hoping that someone
commits a murder doesn't make you an accessory to the murder.
The husband did it all by himself, with no assistance
from her in either planning or covering up the crime. Well,
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Speaker 8: You've been driving a couple of years for Lavelle Trucking Line.
Speaker 2: Is that right, bros?
Speaker 8: That's right?
Speaker 2: Yeah?
Speaker 8: What if you'd mind running it through for us again.
Maybe there's a few details about the thing that you
forgot to mention. It won't be any different And last time,
I pulled out from the load and dock about six
o'clock yesterday morning, hauling a load of Scotch whiskey over
to Phoenix. Pulled up for the red light at Alameda
and Jackson. That's when the guy pulled open the door
and got in next to me, put a gun in
my ribs, told me look straight ahead. The first thing
he did was hand me the pair of goggles and
tell me to put him on. Same kind the welders use.
Front of the lens was covered with tape. I put
him on. I couldn't see a thing. I took over
the wheel and started driving. Well, did you have any
idea what direction you're hitting him, not with the goggles on.
I tried to follow it first, but I got all
mixed up, couldn't tell where he was driving, made quite
a few turns. He drove about twenty twenty five minutes,
I guess before we pulled up. That's where the switching
point was. Two more guys met us there. I can
only tell by the voices. They pulled me out of
the truck and put me in a car.
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