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Well now, from April fourteenth, nineteen fifty one, here is
the Thomas Hart murder Case.
Speaker 2: Broadways My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circus. The gaudiest,
the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.
Speaker 3: Broadways My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Plover.
Speaker 2: The Day Without Color is only six hours old, and
the restlessness begins to eat at Broadway. The waiting, the
longing for the night time begins to gnaw like hunger,
like thirst, because Broadway's night is a banquet loaded with delicacies,
the scarlet wine of neon, the forbidden fruit of a
trumpet scream, the lukewarm stew offered on a tin plate
through an alley doorway. But Broadway's day, that's the drab time, kid,
the empty time, the time of leaning against sunwarm stone
and waiting. And you wait with the rest of Broadway,
because it'll come, something will come. And it does You
know that because Broadway nudges you with an elbow. Winks, says,
follow me, kid, the day is turned bright. It's not
far away. Where the day is bright On thirty ninth Street,
just off Seventh Avenue, in the garment center. The crowd
is already there, ahead of you, tooth picking its last
bite of lunch, digesting the spectacle of a man sprawled
on the pavement. The dress rack he'd been pushing lay
beneath him. There was the scissors in his back, his
blood sketched a new pattern on the bright flowered silk prints.
And the man, heavy in the shoulders, pushing his face
into the crowd so you can be close to it,
so he can fill you in on it. You got
half fast, Danny. I was shown the way.
Speaker 4: Who is he?
Speaker 5: Muggelvin's well, it says he's Thomas Hayde, Social Security card,
YMCA membership at all says he was Thomas Hide. These
people know him. Me call him by name. You don't
answer for twenty minutes. Now, I'd say, any of them
see it happen?
Speaker 6: No?
Speaker 2: I asked around.
Speaker 5: They were all busy with shop talk with wife and
kid talk, with union talk. First thing he noticed was
sink glass. Chaocrat's new sample spring line was spilling the gutter.
Speaker 2: They kept the calves and trucks running over the dressers.
Speaker 5: Sinclair, what sick glass style craft see on a dress label?
Speaker 2: Huh? A dress manufacturing place up the street. He worked there.
They all told me that, and I didn't even ask
a keeping back, mogavan. They're waiting for us to act something.
I just keeping back. After a while, one of the
onlookers glanced at his watch, hurried away. Lunch hower was
over and he'd be the big man around the water
cooler this afternoon. Something big just happened to him. He'd
seen a man with the scissors in his back, and
the girl looked up from the pavement, smiled across the
crowd to a boy in a sports shirt, and walked
away slowly. The woman in a youthful hat took her place.
In a few minutes, it was all over. Two men
threw a blanket over the face of Thomas Hart and
carried him away. Then work to do. Thomas Hart worked
for Sinclair's Stylecraft Ladies and Missus Dresses. Down the street.
Go there, four flights up on a freight elevator. Nod
to the gray haired man holding the wheel. In the
comic book, you get no answer. Through the rows of
sewing machines, where one hundred women spend eight hours a
day with a dress pattern and a bumpet. Then finally
ushered into the office of the Man of Destiny for
the fourth floor. Mister justin Sinclair, Sit down, mister Clover,
Danny Clover, police about what happened downstairs? That's right? Do
you want to go tell me about Thomas Hart here
out there? Eh, you don't mind that I'm smoking to you?
Speaker 7: Oh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, what's that supposed to tell me? Look,
I've been in business for a long time. A man
gets hard driving for a dollar. It takes a time
like this to make me know what kind of a
man I've gotten to be.
Speaker 2: I'm asking you to weep for the boy, mister sint
Laura and.
Speaker 7: I could weep. That's just what I mean. I've forgotten
how Tommy was a bright youngster. So whatever he was
pushing dress racks around, I did at once. Tommy was interested.
Tommy asked questions about the I'm sad, mister Clover. Don't
laugh at me. I'm more than sad. I'm horrified.
Speaker 8: Mister Sinclair.
Speaker 7: Oh, come in, come in stella missus Craft. Mister Clover,
mister Clover is from the police.
Speaker 8: Yes, they told me in the shop, a policeman was here.
Speaker 7: That's why I'm glad you did. He wants to know
all about Tommy.
Speaker 8: What do you want to know, mister Clover.
Speaker 2: As much as you can tell me, mostly why somebody
murdered him.
Speaker 9: Tommy was an errand boy and pushed dress racks. I'm
sorry he's dead, but frankly he annoyed me.
Speaker 7: How Oh, mister Clover, come now look at miss Craft.
Speaker 2: Will you just look at her now? I'm looking? Does
it annoy you? Miss Kraft?
Speaker 8: Not yet?
Speaker 9: If you came into my office and stared at me
sitting at my drawing board. Then if you grinned, then
if you winked.
Speaker 7: You really couldn't blame Tommy, Miss Croft, natural normal.
Speaker 8: Don't you do it? Mister Sinclair?
Speaker 2: Quite a girl?
Speaker 10: Huh?
Speaker 2: Quite a young lady? What else about Tommy? Nothing either?
All right? Where does he live?
Speaker 8: I can tell you that. Follow me out. I'll get
the address for you from our personnel man.
Speaker 7: Yes, you'll find sinclass stylecraft, cooperative, mitter, clover or anything,
anything at all.
Speaker 11: Next time, knock soft, mister, you want something from Jonesy,
the keeper of the garbage pails to collect the wrench?
Shall knock soft?
Speaker 2: They told me Thomas Hart left here. Show me his.
Speaker 11: Room, Tommy, Tommy's dead. It's been the topic of the
day for the tenants, how Tommy's dead. You don't need
nobody in his room now he's dead.
Speaker 12: Can't use it.
Speaker 2: Look close to Jonesy. This is how a policeman looks.
Who wants something.
Speaker 6: I don't care what your sickness is. Next time, knock soft.
Speaker 2: Come on, you knew Tommy? Sure I know him.
Speaker 11: He never wrapped his leavings in the newspaper, not even
a greasy brown paper bag. What else do you need
to know about him?
Speaker 13: Man?
Speaker 2: Sometimes you'd open your door and peep at his collars.
Sure I peep. You don't peep when you get the
jet back off? Johneson? Who'd you see who?
Speaker 11: Once? It was a guy with a dirty white apron
and a sack of beer cans up these stairs he
went whistling. Give me a minute, I'll tell you what
he was whistling.
Speaker 2: No one else?
Speaker 11: Sure, Sure, someone else with silk stockings and high strapped shoes.
But living as I live in the basement apartment, that
got away from me before I could see the face
that never took a moment's happiness away from me. Not
seeing that face, what do I do?
Speaker 6: Yeah?
Speaker 11: Tommy's room, phew crumby tenant? Wasn't he crumbs? Bring exterminators?
Exterminators caused the management money? Take your hands off hommy suitcase?
Speaker 2: Something in this shirt pocket? What those issues? Tommy was
always with nose isssues. I forgot to tell you money
twenty it's tens five hundred dollars.
Speaker 11: As in there is a wash basin. That calendar you're
looking at, I got piled downstairs. You can take your
choice don't rob a dead man's dream.
Speaker 2: It's an address scribble under the pictures.
Speaker 11: Let me see, let me see out of the way.
That's address.
Speaker 2: All right?
Speaker 4: You think.
Speaker 2: Knock soft, Jonesy, you want something knock soft?
Speaker 12: Yes?
Speaker 2: The name played on the door says this is the
residence of Justin and Elizabeth Sinclair. Is that right?
Speaker 6: No, I'm missus Sinclair. What is it you want?
Speaker 10: My name is Danny Clover. I'm from the police. You're
from the police. Will come in please. My husband phoned
and said a policeman might be around. Oh my girls,
girls were raided. I was just fooling. Now, mister Clover
didn't come here to break up our Canasta game, did you,
mister Clover?
Speaker 6: We're only playing for a.
Speaker 10: Twentieth This is Missus Westfall, Missus Meston and Miss Natalie.
Speaker 6: And Miss Natalie does our hair. After the game she wins.
Speaker 2: And we talk someplace. Missus Sinclair.
Speaker 10: Of course we can deal me out. Girls in here.
We'll close the door so we won't be disturbed. Now,
now tell me all about.
Speaker 2: It, all right. I came from Tommy Heart's room a
little while ago. He had some directions penciled on the
calendar the directions brought me here.
Speaker 6: Well, but I don't understand Tommy's dead.
Speaker 2: Maybe Tommy scribbled those directions before he was murdered.
Speaker 6: Huh oh, of course, surely.
Speaker 2: Then Tommy must have been here on some occasion or another.
Speaker 6: Well, of course he was.
Speaker 2: What was the occasion?
Speaker 6: Dinner?
Speaker 10: You'd think I'd get someone in to cook dinner, wouldn't you.
But I didn't. I never do now. I still cook,
mister Clover, like I did before all this happened, all this,
you know, left French provincial furniture in the set of books,
and sending my son to private school.
Speaker 2: When was the last time Tommy was here?
Speaker 6: Didn't my husband tell you?
Speaker 2: Why?
Speaker 6: It was last night?
Speaker 10: Just last night Tommy was sitting in that chair you're
sitting in now. Well, that girl raped over him, lighting
his cigars and waiting on him hand and foot.
Speaker 2: What girl did that?
Speaker 10: Well, the girl Tommy brought with him to dinner, that
bleach blonde from the shipping department in my house.
Speaker 6: Imagine why my husband tolerate What was the girl's name, Jenny,
Jenny Morrow.
Speaker 2: I think she works for your husband.
Speaker 10: I told you she did in the shipping department. And
check her or something.
Speaker 6: I don't know.
Speaker 10: He invited Tommy over because Tommy's bright and maybe someday
he could learn the business.
Speaker 6: But Pi, the girl, I don't know.
Speaker 2: What else can you tell me about Tommy?
Speaker 6: He ate everything that was put on the plate in
front of him.
Speaker 2: What else?
Speaker 6: What else? Mister Clover, I'm a married woman. I've got
a son taller than me, and.
Speaker 2: She took me by the hand to prove it. Back
to the canasta table, the sun was doing fine, wasn't he? Girls?
Wasn't he? And her life with mister Sinclair was all
a girl could ask for, wasn't it?
Speaker 4: Girls?
Speaker 2: What right had a policeman to come nosing around, spoiling
everything the card game, the hairdos, making the canopies grow cold,
letting the ginger ale turn flat, just because someone stuck
a pair of scissors in her husband's errand boy. So
I explained the rights of the dead, and the girls cried,
scooped up the cards, shuffled, redealt and I got out.
At Sinclair's stylecraft ladies and missus dresses. A woman finished
to see him, took the rimless glasses off her nose,
rubbed her eyes, told me, Jenny Morrow shipping was on
the loading platform having a smoke.
Speaker 12: You can keep looking at me, mister. The views for
free Teeth courtesy Doctor West Miracle, Tough toothbrush, hair courtesy
Peroxide ten percent eyes Cheeks figure courtesy Careful Planning.
Speaker 2: You're Jenny Morrow for Eugenia.
Speaker 12: Mom called me Eugenia found the name in a book.
Someone threw in the trash can dramatic.
Speaker 2: An some questions. I want to ask you, Jenny, questions
about it.
Speaker 12: You're a policeman, ain't you?
Speaker 2: Yeah? Tell me about Tommy Hart, my.
Speaker 12: Hostess of last night, blabbed to you. Huh oh kid?
Speaker 2: How long did you know Tommy?
Speaker 12: Long enough to slap him a couple of times? Slap
his mouth? Then he says he'll make up to me.
You'll take me to the boss's house for dinner.
Speaker 6: Big deal.
Speaker 2: You didn't enjoy it here.
Speaker 12: I am practically spilling my life's blood on you. And
I don't even know your name.
Speaker 2: Danny Clover, It sits you.
Speaker 12: No, No, I didn't enjoy this, uper Danny. I got
the feeling I'm crazy. I'm making it up out of
my own home. You ever had it the feeling that
you've been taking someplace, just so as you could insult
people with your presence just by being in a place
you don't belong. It's an insult just by being what
you are.
Speaker 2: Uh, mister and missus. Saint Clair invited you.
Speaker 12: Jenny, Tommy twisted an arm. That's how come I'm invited.
Speaker 6: Big deal.
Speaker 2: Tommy did that to you. And he's your steady boyfriend.
Speaker 12: Oh steady, what steady? That days?
Speaker 4: You go?
Speaker 12: Pin on? Stella the designer me I was the last
name on the list. Stella Croft Stella the designer of designs.
Where is she by the Pantagious Theater on forty second
Street and the third row on the aisle. An arrangement
we got with the management so Stella can steal the
latest Paris creations from the Parisian actors. Hmm, Stella has
a life. Maybe it'll come to me someday. I'll work
on it.
Speaker 2: It was a five minute walk to forty second Street.
In the Pantagious Theater, on the stage, a man in
a plaid dinner jacket was having a little trouble hoisting
a girl to his shoulders, but when he did, they
were fine together, circling faultlessly to the music. By the
time I got down front, the man was holding his
piper over his head, spinning, smiling and turning. Red Stella
crop is there all right? Path and pencil poised staring
at the act. The dancers bowed, everybody applauded, everybody was happy.
Not Stella Stella with a scissor stuck in her side,
lifeless Stella, dead Stella. You are listening to Broadways My Beat,
written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry
Thor as Detective Danny Clover. Every Sunday evening, CBS brings
you two of its top comedy stars, Jack Benny and
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Jack's careful, spending perennially youthful portrait of himself. ZBS cordially
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Now the second act of Elliot Lewis's production of Broadways
My Beat of an evening in springtime. Broadways stands on
a street corner, SIPs its penny plane and counts its
blessings the Yanks, the Giants, and the bums. Only a
ten cent Subway rides distance unusually worth it. There's bottled
orange juice from sun kissed California to be tasted for
a nickel, and the rides are getting painted at Conny.
And the moon that rocks down over Manhattan in April
is a special kind of moon. And the music that
lilts from doorways is a special music. And the girls
are golden. There's more too. It blinks around the translux
and demands your attention for ten seconds. Girl stabbed at
the Pantagious Theater. Police seek early arrest, especially me.
Speaker 6: Oh it's you. I was expecting the Mestons.
Speaker 2: More canast to missus Sinkler.
Speaker 10: More people did. The Mestons were coming to Consolos. They're
good at it, make it enjoyable. I don't suppose that's
why you came. No, but you want to come into
my house and ask your ugly questions? Uh huh, just
stay and write where you are? Justin's that cop I
told you about the one who does he have a
right to come in, of.
Speaker 2: Course, Elizabeth. Of course, the man has all the rights
of the world.
Speaker 6: Yes, dear Justin says, you may come in.
Speaker 7: Sit down, mister Clover, take the world off your back.
Sit down and talk to Elizabeth and me. Cigars there
at your fingertipp anything you need, ask Elizabeth Park.
Speaker 2: Maybe Missus Sinclair would like to make you some coffee
or sandwicher.
Speaker 7: Anything that'll take care out of here. Mister Clover, don't
be embarrassed. You can talk in front of Elizabeth. She
knows more about the man Sinclair than I know, correct,
baby doll.
Speaker 10: You want to know about Justin's friendship with Stella. Is
that it, mister Clover before the scissors episode?
Speaker 2: I mean, that's it. I didn't think we'd get around
to it so easy, but that's it.
Speaker 6: You won't mind if I tell him, Justin not a bit.
Speaker 2: Of it, baby Doll. Just hand me a cigar fast.
Thank you? All right?
Speaker 7: Thank you? Ready will.
Speaker 2: Any time, any time, Missus Sinkler.
Speaker 6: This friendship, as you called it, it was.
Speaker 2: You, Missus Sinkler. I remember because it surprised me the
name you gave him.
Speaker 10: You thought it there was nothing between Stella Croft and
my husband Justin, except the normal relationship of an employer
to his.
Speaker 2: Employee, consultation over addressed designs during working hours, approval, disapproval,
putting into production, the counter signing of the weekly paycheck.
Nothing more, mister Sinkland. There was more. She'll tell you.
Speaker 10: There were the times my husband, Justin took her to
fashion shows, to dinners for the buyers at expensive places.
There was the time of a manufacture's convention in Atlantic City.
Justin called me every morning, every night. Stella was pretty,
some people thought lovely. She brought us customers, made us richer.
That was what was between Stella and my husband.
Speaker 6: Nothing more.
Speaker 2: You don't know why she's dead. We don't know, but
it saddens us. Mister Klover.
Speaker 10: Send him home, Justina, I'm tired. I want to sleep.
If the Mestons come, tell him I'm sick, they'll understand.
Speaker 2: More. Legwork now, the pinching up of the bits and
scraps that people leave behind. Get as many as you
can and arrange them chronologically by emotion, by habit, by appetite.
Draw a line one from the other, and peep at
a life now newly dead, for instance, gone out of
the apartment of Stella Croft. Walk the corridor that once
brought Stella home, turn the knob of her door. The
girl in the room was wearing slacks. She watched me
close the door and blew a smoke ring from her cigarette.
Watched it die. Then she smiled at me. Hi, Danny,
what are you doing here?
Speaker 12: Jenny taking the tour seeing how a girl lives when
she works in the front office of Sinclair stylecraft gosh,
quilted blue satin.
Speaker 2: How did you get in here?
Speaker 12: You see the superintendent downstairs?
Speaker 2: Yeah?
Speaker 12: Did his eyes light up when he saw you?
Speaker 2: Uh? Uh huh, Jenny, how well did you know Stella Croft?
Speaker 12: Who gets to know a dame like that? If you're
another dame? Look, Danny, I'm not the type to be
a Pollyanna. My mother told me, Jenny, never be a Pollyanna.
Stand on your own two feet. You don't like somebody,
don't like him. And that's how I felt about Stella
to a tee.
Speaker 2: Because she had all this because she was going out
with mister Sinclair.
Speaker 6: So I was jealous.
Speaker 12: But this apartment is something to get jealous about.
Speaker 2: You're going to try her luckless Sinclair.
Speaker 12: He's already noticed Danny. The day that I wore that
black velvet team with the peasant blouse. He spent practically
the whole morning in the shipping department giving me a
personal supervis You want me for anything more, Janny.
Speaker 2: No, just be around where I can find you, Jenny.
Speaker 12: Oh, sure, Danny, I really would, Danny. I dropped all
my appointments.
Speaker 2: The apartment looked like Jenny hadn't touched anything. Place was impeccable,
slick like Stella. Croft had been lacquered, furniture highly waxed
in full length mirrors. I walked back into her bedroom
around it, fingering this and that, the small intimate souvenirs
a girl like Stella collects. Then over to a pullman closet,
opened it. Wondered for an instant why a woman needed
so many shoes, wondered, wondered why it hurt so much,
the brightness of it, the pain, the sharpness slipping so
easily into my back. Then gave it up because I
couldn't hold on to it. Hm hmm. Now they're finishing,
touch Danny. They claimed the fame of doctor Sinsky. In
medical school, it was always commented upon how doctor Sinsky
finished off his handyweights the bedside manner. I don't need it.
That's right, you don't need it, Danny. I'll hold on
to something, Danny, it'll hurt.
Speaker 14: Yeah, you hold on to something, Danny, to me, it's
gonna hurt. He hold on to something to me and
he still hurt him. What is it with you, doctor Sinsky?
Maybe you need a refresher course in adult medical education.
Speaker 2: Unruffle your feathers, mother, I'm all right. Listen to him. Doctor.
Speaker 14: Last night he got a hole in his back from
one sharp and scissors, and this morning he tells me
he's all right.
Speaker 2: If I go back to my office, doctor Sinsky, you'll
need rest, Danny. I'll bear it in mind. Check me
in the morning. You hear, Danny, you hear? Yeah? That
piles up the doctor.
Speaker 4: What dead?
Speaker 2: What are you talking about. I'll count out the times
you've eased the pain. I'll let you know.
Speaker 14: Get him out of here, Gino, Yeah, yeah, come on,
let's go, Danny. I'll go get permission from the captain
to give a sick leave, and then I'll connure up
a squad car and we'll surprise the missus.
Speaker 6: Sergeant.
Speaker 14: I'll tgle you in the middle of Mazarella and then
we'll saw our wound together and.
Speaker 2: Then made two people die like that, you know, Tommy
Hart Stella.
Speaker 14: Crafted, Danny, Danny disappoint me. You are thinking on your
sick leave?
Speaker 2: What ties it together?
Speaker 4: Gee?
Speaker 6: Danny?
Speaker 14: If I tell you promise to let me manage your sickness.
Speaker 2: Huh?
Speaker 14: What ties it is? Tommy Hart and the Stella Craft
were once married in that place in Maryland, you know,
on that quick marriage plan. I ain't making it up, Danny,
mugg nugget out of the records.
Speaker 2: It was a secret between you two, Oh, Danny, don't
mean nothing.
Speaker 14: They got on a note the next day that unquies it. Danny,
you're jeopardizing your good home.
Speaker 2: Good morning, Yes, sir?
Speaker 12: Can I help you?
Speaker 2: Hi?
Speaker 12: Danny? Hey, look at me?
Speaker 2: Yeah, look at you? Since when they move you out
of the shipping department into the reception desk.
Speaker 12: Since this am I told you I got supervised into it.
Speaker 2: Tell mister Sinclair, I want to see him.
Speaker 6: Sure, Danny, watch me think.
Speaker 12: What is it?
Speaker 2: Miss Morrow?
Speaker 12: There's out here at this moment the gentlemen of the
police department and mister Danny Clover very good to that.
Do it Danny.
Speaker 2: Thanks almost, Sinklair.
Speaker 7: I'm a busy man, mister Clothe, but I always have
time to talk to you.
Speaker 2: Mister Saint Clair. How much of your affairs can you
get an order in the next fifteen minutes? My business,
we never talk in riddles. It's how much?
Speaker 11: Why?
Speaker 2: When things? A man can answer what's on your mind? You,
Tommy Hart Stella. They work for me, mister Clover, and
they died.
Speaker 7: I'm going to pay for their funerals, and I'm going
to find out if they had families. They'll be taken
care of.
Speaker 2: We have a fun toward that tell the people at
headquarters that might make an impression. Honestly, Honestly, now, I
don't know what you're talking about. Let's stop kidding each
other's Sinkler. You're a man with tastes and the lines
of women's dresses to a Lacquert apartment, to a little
employee who's now your receptionist, from Stella Craft to Jenny Morrow.
Better find out if Ginny had a husband. I still
don't follow it, but I'll tell you it's called the
badger game. Listen to me, misteric you listen to me.
Tommy and Stella weren't married. Did you know that? You
didn't know that? It's hot.
Speaker 7: I sought a certificate of marriage, the justice of the peace,
were married to my I.
Speaker 2: Thought marriage, and all the next morning badger game. Stella
invited you to make a play for you. Bit Tommy
walks in waives a certificate of marriage, You pay money,
invitations to your home. He gets greedier and greedier. So
you kill him. I didn't have to.
Speaker 7: You don't know what it was, Clover, that boy grinning
into my face, taking over my house, making.
Speaker 2: Me cont What is it?
Speaker 15: Justin?
Speaker 6: Does the matter what happened?
Speaker 2: Make him understand, Make him understand. This is Saint Clair.
Your husband just confessed to killing Tommy Hart.
Speaker 6: Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you kill him? It's all right, Justin.
I'm here now, it's all right.
Speaker 2: You got Tommy out of the way. Saint Clair. Why
did you kill Stella?
Speaker 6: I said it was all right, Justin.
Speaker 2: I'll tell you why Stella knew you killed Tommy. It
didn't worry her very much. He just up the blackmail andie,
Saint Clair, that's why you killed Stella.
Speaker 10: He didn't, he didn't, he didn't you did for what
she was doing doing to my home, to my husband,
to my boy, to my boy's name. Yes, and I
stabbed you two for what you were doing to us.
I killed, I'd kill again.
Speaker 2: What'll we do about the boy?
Speaker 6: You didn't think, did you?
Speaker 4: Justin?
Speaker 10: You just didn't think when you started it, when you
saw that stella, You didn't think.
Speaker 2: Please please.
Speaker 6: The boy will be all right.
Speaker 10: We have money more than you had when you started.
He'll be all right. Justin, It's going to be all right.
Speaker 2: In the April night, Broadway echoes with sounds heard only
in darkness, the whispers that speckled places where there's no sun.
There's a touch on your coat. You turn, there's no one, nothing,
only the trail of dust on your shoulder. It's Broadway,
the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world,
Broadway My Beat.
Speaker 3: Broadway's My Beat stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover,
with Charles Calvert as Tartaglia and Jack Krushian as Muggovin.
The program was produced and directed by Eliet Lewis, with
musical score composed and conducted by Alexander courage In. Tonight's cast,
Irene Tedrow was heard as Elizabeth Sinclair, Herb Butterfield is
justin Sinclair, Sylvia Sims as Ginny Morrow, Mary Ship as
Stella Croft, and Sidney Miller as Jones. If you're in
the mood for mysteries, you can try CBS almost any
old evening and there's a top notch thriller on hand
for you. Tomorrow and every Sunday it's Charlie Wild Monday
Night's the top Hollywood stars appear in original thrillers on
the Hollywood Star Playhouse. Thursdays, there's a swell night for
mystery and thrills on CBS. Suspense Mister Keene and the
FBI in Peace and War are heard on most of
these same stations. Stay tuned now or sing it Again,
which follows immediately on most of these same CDs stations.
Speaker 2: Joe Walters speaking.
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Speaker 4: System Welcome back.
Speaker 1: There's nothing quite like getting the vital clue to get
Danny back into perfect health. And that whole stabbing in
the back thing is no bother at all, as he
rushes about, though I'm not sure which is more improbable
Danny's surviving and having that quick recovery, or the killer
getting in position to stab him in the first place.
I mean, how did she even work that? Did she
have a key to the apartment? Though we might not
be expected to think about it that much. However, other
than that, this was a really solid episode of Broadways
My Bait. The show had been off the air for
four months, but didn't really miss a beat. Listener comments
and feedback. Now, and we have some comments regarding the
Kenneth Mitchell case. We start with a listener Moore, Gerald
Less Trema. Don't know if Danny meant to but at
twenty fIF six point fifteen he said what time is it?
Mugavan and Tartaglia answered mistake. Also, this is the only
old time radio program that every character sounds crazy enough
to have done it, even the police, well not Sergeant Tartaglia,
but everybody else. Yes, I would say that I don't
have access to the script, but I would assume it
is a mistake, just one of those little things that
got left in Mechanics sixty six rits. Not having an
alibi and having motive is not usually enough to get
a conviction fair enough but I think this is one
of those cases where I'm not even sure to what
degree he would continue to offer resistance once his wife died.
And there often is a case when you are looking
and I think you hear examples of this on Dragnet,
where you start to look in a specific direction to
have a hypothesis of the case, and then you realize, Okay,
if he committed the murder, then this and this must
have happened. So in a realistic way, there may be
a lot more evidence that would be gathered before there
would be an indictment. But this isn't indictment or even Dragnet.
This is, you know, broadways my bait, and so I
think dramatically, I'm satisfied with the way it ends. Then
we had a couple of emails, specifically about the clock.
Richard writes, just entering the smiling frowning clock face debate,
it's always ten past ten or ten to two here
in the UK. I've never seen a clock adverts set
at twenty past eight. That seems a very strange idea
for the exactly the reasons you said, keep up the
good work. Well, thanks so much, Richard. And then we
have an email here from Nancy. Nancy writes, Danny Clover
taught me something about watch shop clocks. I've never heard
of the fact of the permanent time setting as a
Chicago girl. I'm more used to the Marshall Field's Arly
clock where you could always check the time. Well, thanks
so much, Nancy, appreciate the comment. And then over on YouTube,
we have a comment regarding the Shorty Done murder case.
Ron wrote, I heard Barton Yarborough in this and indeed
Yarborough was in that episode as the guy at the
rescue mission, a bit more grounded than many of the
characters he played, but showing a bit of his range
in that role. Well, now it is time to thank
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Speaker 2: Tomorrow something else, Missus Richmond.
Speaker 15: Make it clear to him that you won't have any
direct hand in the transaction paying the ransom. Tell them
you're too sick, you to upset, and that your brother
will take care of everything.
Speaker 8: You mean, one of your officers.
Speaker 15: Yes, ma'am, Sorrge and Friday here can take care of that.
Speaker 2: In will they believe me?
Speaker 8: Do you think they'll get suspicious?
Speaker 13: Well maybe, but you have to remember, ma'am, suspicious or not,
they're only interested in getting the money and then getting away.
Our first problem is to get your husband home safe. Well,
we've got that done. We can worry about the abductors.
Speaker 8: I see, all right, Officer Older, all I can here, Fine.
Speaker 15: Missus Richmond, I think you'll find it's the best way.
Speaker 2: Joe, you and Romero be on duty here for the night.
Speaker 13: Right.
Speaker 15: You'll monitor all the incoming calls. We'll try and get
a trace around him. If you can keep the guy
talking on the line long enough, I'll make arrangements for
another phone line in here, in the use of the
neighbors phone next door.
Speaker 4: Okay, fine.
Speaker 13: You know if the people next door are home now soon?
Speaker 11: Yes, sir, I think the name's Thompson.
Speaker 2: Almost posited their home.
Speaker 13: Can't fine?
Speaker 15: All right, Missus Richmond, you want to take that, don't
pick it up till I tell you. Joe over here
at this extension right, Well, if you pick up your
receivers at the same time, you ready, Joe, right?
Speaker 2: This is Richmond.
Speaker 1: Now?
Speaker 16: Hello?
Speaker 12: Is this missus Richmond?
Speaker 15: Yes, that's a she.
Speaker 16: This calls about your husband, Missus Richmond. Here's your instructions
about the money. Do you want your husband back alive?
Speaker 8: Following I want to tell you something.
Speaker 2: I can't handle this.
Speaker 5: Alone, my lady.
Speaker 4: Just listen.
Speaker 16: Hear the instructions. I'm only going to say him once.
Twenty thousands of small bills by tomorrow, five tens and twenties.
Bring the cops in on this, and we'll kill your
husband tonight. Now remember it. Get the rest of the
instructions tomorrow.
Speaker 7: Please listen.
Speaker 15: Tell my brother help.
Speaker 13: Hello fast one wouldn't even give her a chance to talk.
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