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Detectives dot net. Now. From September fifteenth, nineteen fifty one,
here is the Anacompton murder case.
Speaker 2: Broadway's My Beat from Times Sprint to Columbus Circle, The Gaudiest,
the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.
Speaker 3: Roadway is My Beat with Learry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.
Speaker 2: When it's September and the summer sighs away. Broadway is
festooned with the colors of fall, the pastels of the
cotton dresses mixed sadly with the brown and gray of
the flannel. And here and there Broadway shape leaf foliage
turns to plant. It's the time of the quickened step
and the crumpled travel folder and coney died beaver, and
the September song is a deep throated sound, the mob voice,
the hay fever, and the oysters being torn from the
half shell. Another season, Kid, one more, three months, band
to get where You're going in the autumn days have
their six o'clock in the morning time, the just beginning
another daytime. It was a street where Broadway turns a
corner into the forties, where I was a detective muggabin
and a woman.
Speaker 4: She's in here Danny car, but they're on the floor
in front.
Speaker 2: Who is she?
Speaker 4: Well, I don't know, no identification, no handbag, just.
Speaker 2: This car registered to Edward Bishop E sixtieth.
Speaker 4: Uh huh slippers in the glove compartment who found her.
Speaker 5: Officer Captain tagged it late last night for traffic violation
parking five o'clock when he was going off duty.
Speaker 4: You noticed the car.
Speaker 5: Still wasn't moved opened it looked found under that blanket.
Let's say she was about twenty seven.
Speaker 2: Shot once in the back from up close.
Speaker 4: Yeah, death probably instantaneous. Here they are, Danny in the
front of the car.
Speaker 2: Doc.
Speaker 4: Hey, you're a new doc.
Speaker 2: Don't move her. Doctor, wait for the photographers.
Speaker 4: But don't you stand there, Doc.
Speaker 2: You got it.
Speaker 4: You'll get used to it. Kid, this kind of thing happens, and.
Speaker 2: The cluster of the walkers to work. The people of
the subway glad for the delay of the dead woman.
The dead woman, who lies at the beginning of another
day stops it for a time, holds it the desolate
pause the time for turning back, But the hungry day
will not wait. Subways are empty and must be filled.
The clever machines in the offices long for the fluttering
caress of quick fingers. Can't stop for the dead kid.
A buck has to be made. Give someone else your
place in line and in the corridor of the address.
On the registration's slip. A woman in a raveled coat
sweater sweeps away the night litter and autumn mists, gathers
them on a dust pan, throws them into the street.
You ask for Edward Bishop, and she shrugs you to
a scarred door at the end of the hall. Watch
us you as your knock waits with you for the
door to open.
Speaker 6: You're an early bird mistake police.
Speaker 2: The woman drops her broom scurries away to tell her
friends and neighbors.
Speaker 6: Early bird out to catch a worm. Harmester, not me,
not for something I've done. I never do anything.
Speaker 2: Bad, you, Edward Bishop, Oh not me.
Speaker 6: Mister Bishop's my roomy, he gone and done something naughty.
Come in, mister and tell me all about it.
Speaker 2: Where is he? Oh?
Speaker 6: Out frying his nightly kettle of fish. I presume his
bedding's been slepting. No, huh, Oh, why that hollow you
see in the bedclothes where I tried it. I'm an experimenter.
As long as he wasn't in it. I thought my
roomy's bed might be better than my own.
Speaker 7: It wasn't.
Speaker 6: Mister Bishop's gone and done something naughty.
Speaker 2: Huh you know where he is.
Speaker 6: I want to tell you something about mister Bishop, my roomy.
He's a tight lip man, rock face. I call him
when he ain't looking. That's because he never whispers a
secret to me or shares a coke when I offer
am part of mine. He just lets me dab his
hanky with cologne sometimes when he's going out for a
heavy evening.
Speaker 2: He had a lot of them evenings like that.
Speaker 6: Well, for a man who has to shave twice a day,
he has more than his share.
Speaker 2: You wouldn't know with whom I might.
Speaker 6: But first you tell me what my roomy did to you.
Speaker 2: Maybe you'd find it cozier down at headquarters. Maybe that
Japanese Kimona you weare makes it work getting rough.
Speaker 6: Hello there, mister. I'll tell you what I know, then
you tell me what you know. Huh, My room he's
been squiring a lady by the name of Anna Compton.
Speaker 2: You know her.
Speaker 6: We'll just talk to on the phone. A lovely voice
haunts you.
Speaker 2: Once you talked to her last, oh.
Speaker 6: Two or three days ago. I'll tell you just how
it was. She kept calling here evenings, asking my roomy
to call her back. Just leave her name, Anna Compton,
My roomy squiring a married lady.
Speaker 2: Bishop never shared anything with you, and still I'll.
Speaker 6: Tell you about that too. Her haunting voice made me nervous.
I told you I'm an experimenter. So one day I
sat down with the phone book and called every Compton
there is. Then a man answered and said his wife,
Anna wasn't home. Who was calling? Of course I hung up.
Speaker 2: Then you know her address in the new Rochelle.
Speaker 6: Phone book for everyone's eyes to see. Now it's your turn.
What did mister bish do?
Speaker 2: A woman was found murdered in his car?
Speaker 6: My own mind. That's as naughty as you can get it,
ain't it?
Speaker 2: Mister Blackburn said that. Then mister Blackburn reached over to
my lapel, pinched off a piece hanging from the button
hole and dangled it accusingly under my nose. This is
the way I left, mister Blackburn. Then back to headquarters,
issue an all points bulletin for Edward Bishop. Then down
one flight to the photo lap behanded a picture, tuck
it in the black notebook where you've jotted the name
of Leo Compton and his address in you roshell. Then
the ride there to the community where the houses have
the built in attitude that violent death never visits here.
In the next street, maybe it happens or to a
friend of a friend, but it never happens here.
Speaker 6: Anna, Anna, is that you.
Speaker 8: Wash your king?
Speaker 2: Annah? Where have you been? Your name Compton, Leo Compton.
I'm from the police. My name is Danny Clover. Oh yeah,
mind if I come in? Well, I guess so.
Speaker 7: Right, Oh wait a minute, wait a minute there, yeah, police,
mister Compton. It's about Anna. It's about Anna, isn't it.
What's happened to her?
Speaker 2: Listen to me, mister all right, all right, I'm listening.
Is Anna your wife?
Speaker 9: Yes?
Speaker 2: Yes, yes, this this woman? This picture I have here?
Speaker 7: Yes, that's Anna?
Speaker 1: Yeah?
Speaker 7: How did you get there? How'd you get Anna's picture?
Speaker 2: I wish I knew someone to say this.
Speaker 7: Anna's dead.
Speaker 2: We found her this morning. She'd been shot.
Speaker 7: Oh.
Speaker 2: She her body's at the morgue.
Speaker 7: And I've got to ask you, No, I.
Speaker 2: Know she didn't come home last night, mister Compton.
Speaker 7: No, No, you're wrong. She came home. Anna came home
to me. It was my fault. Really, I sent her away.
I told her I didn't care. And the things I
said to her, the names suppose the last words you
ever said to your wife?
Speaker 2: Names like that? What happened last night, mister Compton?
Speaker 7: She came home. He was about seven yesterday evening, and
she had the bracelet on.
Speaker 2: She was wearing a bracelet when we found her, she had.
Speaker 7: The bracelet on and I asked her where she got
such an expensive bracelet to wear, and she said she
got a bargain.
Speaker 2: A bargain.
Speaker 7: What do you mean from her boyfriend? Oh, she told me.
And I told me all right, and listen, listen.
Speaker 2: You know what I did.
Speaker 7: I called him up. I'm not narrow minded. Things can happen.
Just because it's your wife doesn't mean it can't happen.
I called her boyfriend up and I told him to
come over. I'd pay him for the bracelet.
Speaker 2: Did he come home?
Speaker 7: Oh?
Speaker 2: He came over.
Speaker 7: Anna was stunted, all right, And I wrote a check
for the bracelet two hundred dollars. Don't you think Anna
was mister?
Speaker 2: You know what she did?
Speaker 7: She left with him anyhow, bracelets check she and him.
And that's when I saw the man's name, Bishop, Edward Bishop.
He's an auctioneer for the Hunter Galleries. Oh there's something else. Yes,
I'll call Franda. I'll take her out of that place
where she is. Come in off the avenue.
Speaker 10: The America's mister behind his dirty shop windows, there are boggains.
Speaker 2: Edward Bishop worked here.
Speaker 7: He did till he killed himself. A woman ran up
a parking ticket.
Speaker 2: You know all that for sure.
Speaker 7: I know Eddie. He works for me.
Speaker 2: The pitch end or pitchment, the spiel that kills.
Speaker 7: That's Eddie Bishop.
Speaker 10: He talking to buying something.
Speaker 4: You don't like.
Speaker 2: Mister, you said he killed her? Why you're a cop?
Speaker 11: Ain't you.
Speaker 10: Come inside?
Speaker 2: I brew you something warm?
Speaker 10: It gets cold for everybody on the avenue. No, I'll
leave the door open a look him.
Speaker 7: I want to come into browse.
Speaker 2: That's how it is in the world.
Speaker 10: Lookers, browsers, handlers then walk out, just like my Eddie.
Speaker 2: You want to sip of the warm brew. Why did
you say he killed her?
Speaker 10: It's in Eddie to do a thing like that. It's
what's about him that fascinates a girl that in the
clever way he handles an auctioneer's hammer. I could show
you a three time bruise three times and your soul
and a man like Eddie.
Speaker 2: You're reading the papers a woman has found dead in
Bishop's car, and that makes you know he's a murderer.
Speaker 10: Fact, and the way he spoke my name. Sometimes after
we closed up the shop, Zoe. He'd say to me,
Zoe killed the long day for me.
Speaker 7: You don't argue with a man like Eddie when he.
Speaker 2: Talks like that. You knew Missus Compton.
Speaker 10: When the summer began to fade, Eddie started talking to
me about her. How she looked when she walked in
one day to bit on an object of art. Then
how she looked over a cocktail, a corner bar, and
then how it was with the lights of coney on
her face, and in Eddie's car and a long way
and you Rachelle all this, my auctioneer told me. That's
how I know the dead Missus Compton. I'm glad for her.
Speaker 2: You never saw her with him.
Speaker 10: It was last night. I watched from behind the counter.
I saw her shove her wristed Eddie. Eddie put a
bracelet on it when he bought from stock.
Speaker 6: I thought it was for me, right he did it.
Speaker 2: It was like that for them. Why would he kill her?
Who knows?
Speaker 10: Maybe she rubbed him the wrong way, Maybe she asked
him for it. Eddie was a man to oblige a lady.
Speaker 2: All right, thank you.
Speaker 10: UH do something for me, mister, what you find Eddie Bishop,
give him my message. Tell him I want an invite
to his execution. It's been a dull season.
Speaker 4: Danny, hold the hair in a squad cut.
Speaker 2: You got something?
Speaker 5: Well, maybe maybe not. The guy was found dead in
the building excavation over on third. Nobody wants to touch him.
Speaker 2: Yeah, let's go drive down the ramp, munk of him.
Speaker 4: Yeah, this sidewalk. Superintendent's really got something to stare right now?
Speaker 2: Yeah, yeah, Hey, what happened, mister.
Speaker 8: I'm gonna scup Clappen. I far ago had decided to
scratch this ground first, scope full of shovel.
Speaker 2: Come up with with him. Let's get it down.
Speaker 12: Huh okay, yeah, real good.
Speaker 4: I'll take a look shot, Danny. Here's a waller.
Speaker 2: Look at this check for two hundred dollars signed by
Leo Compton.
Speaker 5: Uh, head of the Order of Edward Bishop, Edward Bishop.
Speaker 7: He's a man we figured murder, Dona Compton.
Speaker 2: Yeah, the man we figured murder Donna Compton. Well, would
you say, Danny, not please? I didn't say anything at all.
Speaker 3: You were listening to Broadways My Beat, written by Morton
Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry Thor as Detective
Danny Clover. Singers Alan Dale and Sarah Vaughan will be
Steve Allen's guests on Songs for Sale just a little
later tonight, once again, Steve will be playing host to
four amateur songwriters and their unpublished songs, one of which
will be chosen for nationwide hearing for Merriment and Melody
Here Songs for Sale later tonight on most of these
same CBS radio stations.
Speaker 2: September Morn dips a dainty toe into a Broadway billboard
and unshivering, gazes down upon a street that only yesterday
was choked with summer. But the refuse is there, where
summer has passed and left pieces of itself in the
scratch and warp of summertime. Blue still screeching out of
the loud speakers, the sunny Mannikins wax slightly melted, waiting
in shop windows to be replaced by the fall and
winter models, the faint odors of the sun warm perfume,
the souvenir of the golden girl who walked right pasture,
turned a corner, vanished into a place where summer never dies.
A place not open to you, kid, Only Autumn's ahead
of you. Kid, Start using it. It's already given you
two murders. A woman in the front seat of a car,
a man scooped out of the earth on the teeth
of a steam shovel. What more can you ask? September
showering her gifts on you, kid, Take them. They're all yours,
and it had Sergeant at TAGLEI. It brings you your
share of them, holds them from you with a smile.
At shows he slept well last night.
Speaker 8: He accumulated Adam's and the murderers, Danny in these papers,
I teased before you have a good night, Geno, no
complaints come to mind, Danny. The evening was a folsome one.
Father McCleary came to call. A pleasant time was had
by all, as is our usual procedure.
Speaker 2: Father McCleary is a fine man.
Speaker 8: Salt of the earth. I asked missus t to break
open a bottle of Mogan dove with wine. We don't
even blink an eye. SIPs with your talks with you
brings presents for the Tartaglia brood. This is a man
who also brings you the gift of RESTful sleep.
Speaker 2: Remember me to him, Gino.
Speaker 8: Roger will call now to the papers I am about
to be stole upon you. In them you will find
a report from technical to it. The bullets that killed
Missus Compton and mister Bishop. Technical states came from the
same gun markings are identical. The run down on the
past histories of Missus Compton and mister Bishop is contained
in reports from interested neighbors and relatives gathered by Look You.
Standard operating procedure is to knock when one desires a
moment of danny.
Speaker 2: Come, mister Compton.
Speaker 7: I've come to demand and I intend to not leaving
here until you give it to me.
Speaker 2: What would that be?
Speaker 7: Anna's bracelet, the one that everyone's dead. It belongs to.
Speaker 2: Me because you gave Bishop a two hundred dollars check
for it.
Speaker 7: I stopped payment on my check after all that that
mister Bishop did give it to Anna. I needn't have
made that stupid gesture. And now she's dead and he's dead.
Speaker 2: Yes, your wife is dead. You loved her.
Speaker 7: You told me the bracelet's mine. You want to quipple
about it, have me spend money on lawyers.
Speaker 2: You're right, mister Compton, it's yours. Take it. We've no
more use for it. We have photographs.
Speaker 7: You understand. It's not the money, It's only that if
it once belonged to her, it now belongs to me.
Speaker 2: It's a kind of remembrance of the dead.
Speaker 7: Well, I'm not going to think about it. I have
enough trouble o living in an empty house with no
one to scrimp and save all my life. Share it
with missus Compton and the cost of things, mister Clover,
it's outrageous food, furniture, clothes and transportation. You know what
cab fair cost me from you, Rochelle five sixty. It's outrageous.
Speaker 2: He could have come in another way.
Speaker 7: Oh yes, me mock dad pointed to as the husband
of a murdered woman. They put my picture in the paper,
you know, and that makes me a curiosity, a freak.
Speaker 2: You didn't tell me when I last saw you, mister Compton,
what did you do after your wife left you with Bishop?
I said, what did you do? Go anywhere to talk
to her?
Speaker 7: And of course I talked to someone. A man's wife
walks out in him when he's given her all. This
Mervin Maygo. He's an old friend from boyhood. I go
to him whenever I'm in trouble. He's a professional helper.
He's in that business.
Speaker 2: He makes money by helping people.
Speaker 7: He runs a mission on East fortieth. You like him,
I think, well, thank.
Speaker 2: You, mister Clover.
Speaker 7: You were easier to deal with than I thought. Danny,
a man's wife is murdered and comes back for Dannie.
Speaker 2: You think it's something to think about, Uh Jim, it
was something to think about. Consider a man whose wife
had been murdered. Consider in space of twenty four hours,
his tears had dried, The shock of death had dwindled
into something much more negotiable, a two hundred dollars bracelet,
for example, the grief tempered by the high cost of
taxi cab fairs. Leo Compton had motive enough to commit
two murders his wife because she had run out on
am Edward Bishop because he had run with her. Motives
certainly so check on his story item. He was a
man who needed companionship at the time of stress, specifically
liked to talk to a man who ran a mission.
Go to the man who ran a mission and ask questions.
Speaker 11: Glad you came to see me, mister Clover, I really
am so am I mister megel Now he doesn't check
aboards and a few back issue magazines. You'll admit that
I do the best I can. Then there's always the
coffee and doughnuts. The boys expect them standing fair for
places like this.
Speaker 2: Sure.
Speaker 11: Now, at once I got a bright idea put in
a ping pong pong table, build it myself, you know,
ping pong for the boys, a little physical exercise. What
happened The boys didn't understand about ping pong, took down
the net, made a back stop out of the old magazines.
Speaker 2: Well, I confiscated the dice loaded. How often does Leo
Compton come down here?
Speaker 11: Sometimes? Often, sometimes not for months at a time, whenever
Leo feels the need, need of what some one to
talk to? But why do you because he doesn't have
to explain himself to me. The embarrassment of bearing himself
to some one doesn't have to be done. I know him,
mister Clover, I know him. Well, that's what I want
you to tell me about, mister Meghan. I guess it
was twenty years ago I met Leo. We went to
the same summer camp in the Catskills, a charity camp.
I was his big brother as signed with the councilor
you know, the older camper. I showed him how to
put a French tuck in a bed. He's swimming, buddy, you.
Speaker 2: Know, uh huh. And since then, when whenever he got
into tron.
Speaker 11: Himself for with the world, he came to me, I
like to think I unnecessary to Leo.
Speaker 2: I can understand.
Speaker 11: Leo is a product, mister Clover, the making of a living,
the back ground of poverty. Even now now that he's
fairly well to do, it still eats him. What does
Even at camp, the pattern was there. He would organize
little card games after lights out, wouldn't play himself, but
took a cut from every part that sort of thing
all his life.
Speaker 2: I see, tell me something else will? His wife ran
out on him. He came down here to talk to you.
What did he say? Not a whole lot. He told
me the story. I listened. It's just about all he
wanted down here, he told you, And then he went home.
Is that it not? Right away? He told me.
Speaker 11: And then the boys started to straggle in for their
coffee and donuts.
Speaker 2: He joined them. He always does.
Speaker 11: He ate four of those donuts.
Speaker 2: Mister Clover. See you for a minute, Danny, Oh sure, Magavin?
What is it what you talk to?
Speaker 4: Man?
Speaker 2: God?
Speaker 4: Mister Scott, This is mister Scott. Danny, mister Scott, Lieutenant Clover.
Speaker 2: Well, sit down, mister Scott, sure right there, I'll be fine.
Speaker 4: Go ahead, mister Scott, get the lieutenant to bracelet.
Speaker 2: Thank you.
Speaker 13: I thought it was the right thing to do, Lieutenant Cloven.
I saw the man's picture on the paper mixed up
in a murder, and then that he should all of
a sudden the crim not out of the side of
his mouth.
Speaker 2: Off of this. Where did you get this blet? Missus Scotton?
Speaker 13: I told you didn't.
Speaker 2: I oh, I'm sorry. Would you mind telling me again?
Go ahead, mister Scott, please do well.
Speaker 13: Here I was walking toward the subway entrance on fifty
ninth Street, and he come up to me. Who didn't
the man whose picture was in the paper about his
wife's being slaying? That so means le o'comp I mean
Leo Compton. He plucked my sleeve. He offered a sum
he is bracelet. He said he was making deliveries for
jewelry concern, and the pricelet was left over, and nobody
seemed to know where it comes from.
Speaker 2: Uh huh, how much did you pay for it, mister Scott?
Ridiculous price?
Speaker 13: He has five dollars and sixty cents for it, and
that's what I give him. You might as well know Tooty.
He kept turning his face for me, but I certainly
recognized him. That's why I've come.
Speaker 2: Here, muggav and right, mister Scott, a voucher for five
sixty And thank you very much. Mister Scott.
Speaker 5: You call me and Danny and you asked me to
step over into a department that's not strictly mine.
Speaker 4: And why don't you wait for the reports of technically?
Speaker 2: All I want is an opinion, doctor Sinski. Who's tolls
did you step on? If you give me that gordon.
Speaker 4: Of technical All right? Say he disaves toast smash he
once in a while. What do you want of me?
Speaker 11: Danny?
Speaker 2: You examin and Missus Compton. The bullet wound, the type
of wound where it was in her back? Is it
one that would bleed freely?
Speaker 7: Yes?
Speaker 2: Danny, you know these things as well as I. Why
I got these photographs? Look at them? The inside of
the car where Missus Compton was found. Mmmm, well, doctor Sinsky,
you know as well as I tell me. Anyway, I
want to be sure.
Speaker 5: It is obvious that the loss of blood in the
car was slight, which makes it to me apparent that
the woman was not shot in the car, but somewhere
else and.
Speaker 4: Then put into the car.
Speaker 7: And I'm a doctor, Danny.
Speaker 4: I didn't mean it to sound like that.
Speaker 2: Yeah, thanks for the opinion, doctor Sisky.
Speaker 6: It's all around in the backyard, go.
Speaker 10: Through the gate.
Speaker 7: Well, I hope you appreciate me creating all this stuff
for it, weren't you, mister clot Moving day, mister Compton,
Eh oh no, no, no, my wife's things.
Speaker 2: It's hard to deliver it. I see giving them away, huh, well,
not exactly selling them.
Speaker 7: I saw an ad in the paper where they buy merchandisely,
oh yes, yes, I am selling Anna's clothes.
Speaker 2: How much you're getting for them? I'm curious five sixty
for a bracelet worth two hundred. A man like you
to do that strange?
Speaker 7: How do you know about the bracelet?
Speaker 2: The man you saw that you get scared?
Speaker 7: The bracelet was mine cell. Why should he get scared?
Speaker 2: That's not the point, mister Compton. The point is why
you should sell such a valuable bracelet for so little.
You could have gotten more.
Speaker 7: I got what I wanted.
Speaker 2: Yeah, I guess you did. You broke even Bishop gave
your wife the bracelets, so legally it's yours, but you'd
paid him. I told you that you gave him the
check so we'd find it on so your story of
what happened the night of your wife's death would hold up.
But with Bishop dead, the bracelet legally yours. Anyhow, Why
should you be liable for the check his A state
would have the check cash.
Speaker 7: Well, that's right I did. I gave him a check for.
Speaker 2: Stop payment on it, that's right.
Speaker 7: Why should I spend money? I don't have to. Sure
you see what I mean? Don't you?
Speaker 2: Sure? You know? You're a funny man, mister Cumt.
Speaker 7: I guess people say that about me.
Speaker 2: I don't care. You're so careful with money, and you're
an honest man. But you couldn't stand having that bracelet around.
It was a symbol of what your wife did to you,
so you sold it for the cost of your cab
fare even all round.
Speaker 7: That's how much you know. I lost plenty, I lost
my wife.
Speaker 2: You're a funny man.
Speaker 7: I told you my wife had a boyfriend, and I
was ready to forgive her. She walked out of me anyhow, Oh,
she would have come.
Speaker 2: Back don't it already killed her? When you called bishop,
I can't.
Speaker 7: I told you, I told you how it was.
Speaker 2: I said that when bishop arrived, you killed him too.
Wrote out a check and stuck it in his pocket.
Put your wife and bishop and Bishop's cars. If she
left with him, she did.
Speaker 7: I told her, Oh, you didn't listen at all.
Speaker 2: I could call technical, they'd find blood in your house
no matter how hard you scrubbed.
Speaker 7: You don't understand anything.
Speaker 2: I worked hard.
Speaker 7: Oh my life. I put my own price on things.
My wife belonged to me. She was mine, and nobody
gets it, not for a two hundred dollars bracelet.
Speaker 2: They don't. What do you think I am? Anyhow, Let's
go for the bracelet? What good is that? What did
you need that for?
Speaker 7: As if it were something. I'm a hard worker. Things
I own didn't come easy. What's going to happen to them?
Speaker 2: Now?
Speaker 7: Missus Clover, you better get in touch with mister Mago.
He don't know how to advise me. Well, he's just
like a big brother to me.
Speaker 2: It's the journey to the end of all the other
streets in the world, this broadway. You turn a corner
and you're there. Walk it slowly, lean your heart against it,
shop for the kicks, the bargains, the heartbreak, until it
all explodes in your face. It's Broadway, the gaudiest, 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 calvernest Artaglia and Jack Krushian as Muggavin. The
program was produced and directed by Elliott Lewis, with musical
score composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. In tonight's story,
Howard mcneer was heard as Leo Compton. Featured in the
cast were Billy Hallop, Lou Krugman, Joe Forte, and Francis Cheney.
Two styles of music, both tops in popularity, are heard
every Sunday over most of these same CBS stations. Guy
Lombardo's Sweetest Music.
Speaker 2: This Side of Heaven is one.
Speaker 3: The others the singing style of Mario Lanza New vocal
sensation of the airwaves Enjoy God Lombardo and his Royal Canadians,
and the Mario Lanza Show Tomorrow Night Stay two Now
for Us Sing It Again, which follows immediately over most
of these same CBS stations.
Speaker 9: Bill Anders speaking, This.
Speaker 3: Is CBS where you meet Adventure with Charlie Wilde on
Sundays on the Columbia Broadcast.
Speaker 9: System, Welcome back.
Speaker 1: This one in the second half of the episode really
became much more of a character study than much of
a mystery, and the killer's own actions are what gave
him away. I mean, Tartaglia solve this, and I don't
say that in any way to disrespect, you know, but
that's not typically the thing he does. But pretty much
he's like, ohh let's just go ahead and call this here.
This is really really suspicious. And really after that it
was just kind of revealing the sort of person he
actually was that led him to taking the actions he did.
And of course Howard mcneer did a good job as always,
and I think it was an interesting episode. Is this
type of thing that's okay every once in a while,
I wouldn't want to see all the time. There was
one thing that kind of threw me a bit and
was a reminder that sometimes words might still say the
same things, but they don't mean the same things. Because
when the rescue mission guy said he had four donuts
and automatically that this was, like, what, because four of
donuts that I tend to eat when I eat donuts,
and I don't eat them very often anymore, but four
donuts that'll put you in a sugar coma, or at
least would be pretty close to it. But these were
not twenty first century donuts. These were nineteen fifties donuts,
which were quite a bit smaller, denser, and they were
not super sugary. Maybe a little bit of a lot
or some sugar dusting. Plus, these were donuts that he
got at the rescue mission now rescue missions, And I
believe this still goes on today. It certainly went on
while I was growing up because my maternal grandfather helped
collect food for a local rescue mission. He got day
old groceries and food items that could be shared with
these sort of ministries. So usually you'd be looking at
day old donuts. So essentially, a guy eating four donuts
at the rescue mission says, this is a guy who
a bit desperate, maybe a bit of a nervous eater.
It's not necessarily sort of pigging out sort of thing
like that might signal if you were dealing with modern donuts.
All right, listener comments and feedback now and we have
a comment over on you Tube. But regarding the Howard
Crawford murder case, Ryan Sir writes, I find it interesting
and funny how the announcer will not say Broadway's My Beat.
English teachers thought it was sacrilege to use apostrophes, so
in proper English, the title is Broadway is My Beat.
But that's three twenty not The show's title contractions were
frowned upon big time by the way, you sound the
same from Orlando as you do from Boise Well, thanks
so much. The whole question of what this series is called,
I talked about it way way back. I think it
was either the first or second episodes, so I'm not
going to rehash that because it's a lot. But even
when the series was airing, they couldn't really seem to
agree on what it should be called. In fact, different
newspaper listings would have the show as Broadway My Beat,
and other listings would have it as Broadway is My Beat.
It was thought the definitive answer was found when someone
found a script page at one of the writer's papers
and it had Broadways My Beat on it. But then
there were other scripts that had Broadway is My Beat. Now,
it used to me that the consensus in the old
time radio community was that the title of the series
is Broadway is My Beat. But the weight of evidence
has slightly tapped in the favor of Broadways My Beat,
and so that's what we go with. But it is
a fraud issue as to sounding the same in Orlando.
I'm glad to hear it, and for that, I really
am grateful for my microphone, which I've been through many
over the years. Right now, I'm using the A Labs
wireless and it's so good at not picking up stuff
other than me. I did have a few moments when
I was recording in Orlando because the hotel I was
staying at was right near the SeaWorld, just about half
a mile away, so it was a busy part of town,
and there would be these like little bursts of noise
while I was recording, and I would hear it, and
I stopped the recording check and I wouldn't make it
on the recording. And most of the stuff, even around
my house, it doesn't capture. And I check whenever I
think it might, and usually it doesn't. Although I have
been advised that my son has already made a cameo.
Someone heard him in the background and I didn't catch it.
And I believe my cat as well, but usually it
does just a great job filtering that out. All right. Well,
now it's time to think our Patreon supporter of the
day and I want to go ahead and thank elazare
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Thanks so much for your support, Eliza, and that will
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We'll be back next Wednesday with another episode of Broadways
My Beat, but join us back here tomorrow for Dragnetwere.
Speaker 6: These regulary jobs Allan's supposed to be pulling?
Speaker 11: Red?
Speaker 6: Where's he working them?
Speaker 9: Do you know?
Speaker 2: Then?
Speaker 7: Oh?
Speaker 9: I guess I on all over time?
Speaker 14: I spowt sure good hammer.
Speaker 6: When you ever heard him talking to his friends, did
he mention any jobs in particular that he pulled?
Speaker 9: No, he's working hard.
Speaker 14: I know that for a back we both knowing every
week or so the way I got And what about
his mol Ray?
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to window.
Speaker 2: Do you work alone?
Speaker 4: Uh huh, strictly. There's French breads and nice and fresh.
Speaker 11: Yeah.
Speaker 6: Where's Allan standing in town?
Speaker 2: Do you know Red?
Speaker 13: Oh?
Speaker 14: No, I know where I can find him though. We're
thirteen twenty two club out on North Part the h
out there quite a bit almost every night. I think
a guy who owns the Joans for finale.
Speaker 2: Jeff Allen's.
Speaker 6: That's supposed to be his right name, Red Fives.
Speaker 14: I know, Uh huh. I ain't met him. A couple
of times. He hung around Ziggy's place when he first
come to town. Of course I didn't know what he was
up to.
Speaker 2: Then.
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