THE DION HARTLEY MURDER CASE and THE BEN ELLIOTT MURDER CASE BROADWAY'S MY BEAT

Summary

Podcast Summary: 1001 Radio Crime Solvers – "THE DION HARTLEY MURDER CASE and THE BEN ELLIOTT MURDER CASE BROADWAY'S MY BEAT"

Introduction

In this gripping episode of 1001 Radio Crime Solvers, host Jon Hagadorn delves into the intricate and darkly woven murder cases of Dion Hartley and Ben Elliott set against the bustling backdrop of Broadway. With masterful storytelling, the episode captures the essence of radio’s golden age detective dramas, immersing listeners in a tale of manipulation, deceit, and relentless pursuit of the truth.

Setting the Scene: Broadway’s Underbelly

The story unfolds on the vibrant yet perilous streets of Broadway, described as "the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world." The narrative introduces us to Detective Danny Clover, portrayed by Larry Thor, whose beat takes him through the multifaceted layers of New York's iconic avenue.

The Opening Gambit: Dion Hartley’s Challenge

The episode kicks off with Dion Hartley, a sophisticated satirist, summoning Detective Clover under mysterious circumstances. In a chilling phone conversation ([00:18] Dion Hartley), Hartley declares:

"I am going to be murdered. Don't look at me that way, Mr. Clover. I'm quite, quite serious." ([00:54])

Hartley’s apartment is a testament to his refined yet emotionally detached persona, filled with exquisite artifacts that mask his deep-seated disdain for superficialities. His proclamation sets the stage for a psychological game, challenging Detective Clover to prevent his impending murder within a week or face a substantial donation to charity.

Investigating the Web: Introductions to Key Characters

Detective Clover's investigation leads him to various individuals connected to Hartley, including Sybil Reynard, an editor at Satire Magazine, and Camden Drake, a promising writer whose relationship with Hartley is fraught with tension.

Notable Encounters and Revelations

1. Sybil Reynard’s Encounter ([05:53] – [07:04]): Sybil, portrayed by Joan York, presents herself as a staunch adversary of Hartley. Her conversation reveals deep-seated animosity:

   "I love him. On odd days of the week, starting with Tuesday. I hate him." ([06:19])

   This duality hints at complex motivations behind her desire to see Hartley dead.

2. Camden Drake’s Role ([07:36] – [09:30]): Camden emerges as a pivotal figure, entangled in Hartley’s web of influence. Through his interactions, it becomes evident that Hartley has manipulated emotions to incite others to commit murder:

   "I have tuned a certain group of people up to such an emotional pitch that they have no recourse but to murder me." ([07:14])

3. Joan York’s Confrontation ([10:30] – [13:07]): Detective Clover confronts Joan York at Gramercy Park. Their dialogue unravels the extent of her vendetta against Hartley, intertwining personal loss with professional disdain:

   "I have played with them, caressed them, and quite had my fill of them up to here. So I have gone on to playing with other things. More variable, more thrilling, more impassioned... Humans and their emotions." ([02:46])

Twists and Turns: Unveiling the Truth

As the investigation progresses, Detective Clover uncovers layers of deceit:

• Joan York’s True Intentions ([18:35] – [20:58]): Joan's interactions become increasingly erratic and revealing, suggesting a deeper psychological struggle. Her admission:

  "I killed him, Danny. Now you can take me, Danny." ([25:15])

  points to her direct involvement in the murders, complicating Clover’s pursuit of justice.

• Ben Elliott’s Murder ([43:21] – [44:26]): The narrative introduces Ben Elliott, a private investigator whose death ties back to Hartley’s manipulative schemes. Clover's realization:

  "He was on the other side of the desk, crumpled in a dark space, dead from a bullet hole in his face." ([43:23])

  underscores the pervasive danger posed by Hartley’s influence.

Climactic Resolution: Confronting the Culprits

In the final act, the convergence of all characters leads to a dramatic showdown. Detective Clover pieces together the motives and opportunities that led to the murders, ultimately exposing the sinister interplay between personal vendettas and orchestrated deceptions.

Notable Quotes Highlighting Themes

• Manipulation and Control:

  "This is an exquisite game I have created, Mr. Clover." – Dion Hartley ([04:30])

• Desperation and Betrayal:

  "I killed him, Danny. You killed the best thing that ever happened to me." – Joan York ([21:44])

• Moral Ambiguity:

  "A man says he's going to be murdered and makes a game out of it." – Dion Hartley ([13:12])

Themes and Insights

The episode masterfully explores themes of manipulation, the psychological impact of power dynamics, and the thin line between genius and madness. Dion Hartley embodies the archetype of the manipulative antagonist, whose control over others’ emotions serves as a catalyst for violence. Joan York represents the personal toll of such manipulation, driven to extremes by loss and betrayal.

Conclusion

1001 Radio Crime Solvers delivers a compelling narrative that captures the essence of classic radio detective stories while infusing modern psychological complexity. Through Detective Danny Clover’s relentless pursuit, listeners are taken on a journey through deception, emotional manipulation, and the dark recesses of human intent. The episode concludes with a satisfying resolution, reaffirming the timeless allure of detective fiction.

Final Reflections

Jon Hagadorn’s portrayal of Broadway’s My Beat is a testament to the enduring power of storytelling in the radio medium. By weaving intricate plots and deep character studies, the podcast not only entertains but also invites listeners to ponder the complexities of human emotions and the consequences of unchecked ambition.

Notable Quotes with Timestamps

• Dion Hartley on His Plot:

  "I have set marvelous passions in motion. It's like a play. And I am dying to know what happens at the final curtain." ([04:55])

• Joan York’s Confession:

  "I killed him, Danny. You killed him just the way you killed him." ([50:51])

• Detective Clover’s Realization:

  "Ben Elliott was a little man. His only claim to distinction, that he died holding a fistful of dentist's gold." ([35:21])

Episode Credits

The episode features a stellar cast with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover, Charles Calvert as Sergeant Gino Tartaglia, Ann Stone, Virginia Gregg, Elliot Reed, Ted Osborne, Burt Holland, and Jack Cruch. Produced and directed by Elliot Lewis, with a musical score by Alexander Courage, Broadway’s My Beat stands as a remarkable addition to the 1001 Radio Crime Solvers series.

Closing Note

Join us every Sunday at 5 PM ET for new episodes of 1001 Radio Crime Solvers, where classic detective tales come alive with modern storytelling finesse. Visit www.1001storiespodcast.com to explore more stories and subscribe to the network.

Transcript

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[Dion Hartley]

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[Dion Hartley]

ADFreePodcasts that's Amazon.com ADFreeP Podcasts to catch up on the latest episodes without the ads. Broadway's My Beat. From Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat. With Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. Broadway. Where the measured screaming of the spectaculars echoes into the wilderness of the night. And their cadence is the beat of a metallic and mechanical heart. This is the rhythm of the life you're assigned to on Broadway. There's nothing you can do about it. You challenge it with a whisper or a plea or a cry. And there's no one to hear it because Broadway's ears are tuned only to the throb of the mechanical heart. It's Broadway. My Beat. It came at noon. A transcript of a phone conversation requesting the extraordinary pleasure of my presence at the apartment of one Dion Hartley. But urgently, but immediately. So I put my presence in a squad car, brought it to the apartment of Dion Hartley and placed it therein. It was an experience. The apartment seemed to contain everything exquisite that had been fashioned or dreamed by men, all in crystal glass cases, all tagged with little golden medallions, and all ruled over by Dion Hartley. But exquisitely, this excruciatingly lovely Grecian statuette. Mr. Clover, you want to know what it cost? No, not particularly. Of course you do. It cost me my most precious emotions. Even a few pennies of my soul, if I had one. A devastating price to pay, Mr. Clover, for a lousy statue. If you say so. You're delightful, Mr. Clover. You want to know why I sent for you. Fatally, inevitably, you. Now I'm here, I might as well know. For a very simple reason. I am going to be murdered. Don't look at me that way, Mr. Clover. I'm quite, quite serious. Tell me about it. Look about you, Mr. Clover. My apartment, my possessions, all these reveal a man. Me, Dion Hutley, satirist for the magazine. Satire. Revealing. No. Up to a point. Exactly. Only to a point. You would not know, for example, that I am abysmally weary of all this. That all these are only toys. That I have played with them, caressed them, and quite had my fill of them up to here. So? So I have gone on to playing with other things. More variable, more thrilling, more impassioned. You're out of my depth, Mr. Hartley. Like what things? Like human emotions, to be exact. An exquisite hobby, Mr. Clover. Humans and their emotions. I get my kicks that way. That's the kind of man Dion Hartley is, huh? That he has become, Mr. Clover. I have tuned a certain group of people up to such an emotional pitch that they have no recourse but to murder me, either individually or collectively. These lucky people. Who are they? That's for you to discover, Mr. Clover. Wait a minute. You tell me you're going to be murdered. You know the people who might murder you. Still you won't tell me who they are. I'm suddenly part of the hobby, huh, Mr. Hartley? Exactly how discerning of you. But you'd better explain it to me anyway. It gives me profound pleasure. This is an exquisite game I have created, Mr. Clover. You are now a part of it. I have made these certain people want desperately to kill me. I shall now make you want to stop them from killing me. And what do you do during all this? Nothing. Precisely nothing. I have set marvelous passions in motion. It's like a play. And I am dying to know what happens at the final curtain. Does it interest you, policeman? No. I shall make it more interesting. A proposal, my policeman. If I am not murdered and lying in the blood of my death at the end of this week, say I shall pay off with $50,000 to your favorite charity. Will you save my life, Mr. Clover? His fingers reached out and lingered on my lapel long enough to capture a piece of lint. Then they fell away from him. It was a gesture, a smirk. But it was something else. It was his way of making terror and pride a single emotion. Dion Hartley wasn't kidding. So it began the inquiry as to why a man had to die violently. A man who dared me to stop his dying. Dion Hartley. Broadway knew him as a brittle sophisticate who wrote brittle bits for a six bit magazine called Satire. I went there to the magazine's offices. They opened doors for me and supplied long cigarettes and short coffees until the editor could see me. Then the editor could see me.

[Joan York]

Sit down, please.

[Dion Hartley]

Thanks. I'm Danny Clover.

[Joan York]

Shake. Danny Clover? I'm Sybil Reynard. I was just wondering, that suit you're wearing. I like the way that fits across the shoulders. Who's your tailor?

[Dion Hartley]

I bought it off the rack.

[Joan York]

Well, that's a twist I never thought of. Now tell me why we're chatting.

[Dion Hartley]

Because of Dion Hartley.

[Joan York]

You're his friend. I suppose. Then we shouldn't be chatting at all. We should be screaming at each other.

[Dion Hartley]

You hate him, huh?

[Joan York]

How pulpy. I love him. Is this extraordinary what Dion can do to a person? Now tell me why I'm answering you.

[Dion Hartley]

I got an interest in Hartley. He's afraid he might die.

[Joan York]

That would make you a doctor who I wouldn't talk to. An insurance agent who I'd have thrown out of here. A policeman who I wouldn't talk to.

[Dion Hartley]

Or a friend of Dion's. A good friend.

[Joan York]

Oh, you too? Well, you never know. Welcome, Danny Clover.

[Dion Hartley]

People want to kill him. What people?

[Joan York]

Me, I'd want to kill him. I said I loved him. On odd days of the week, starting with Tuesday. I hate him. You can follow me around and see if I'd kill him.

[Dion Hartley]

I could do that.

[Joan York]

However, there's Camden.

[Dion Hartley]

Yes, there is. The one in New Jersey. You mean.

[Joan York]

How pulpy can you get? I mean Camden Drake. Camden the writer. The Greenwich Village. Camden. Camden Drake will kill Dion someday. You want to make a wager? I could make you a fine, interesting wager. Danny. Cl.

[Dion Hartley]

It was weird. It made no sense. A policeman tracking down a crime that hadn't been committed. A crime wanted and willed by a man who knew its shape was his own death by murder, and who had called in a policeman to prevent it if the policeman could. Any setup as insane as that takes special handling. So I handled it in a special way. Cybil Reynard had given me the cue. She wouldn't talk to a policeman, she said. So I stopped being a policeman. I became just the good friend of the good Dion Hartley. And then Dion's other good friends talked to me. Camden Drake was no exception. Dion sent you to me? Yes, Camden. Dion said you and I'd have a lot to talk about. Dion is never wrong. You're a writer, he said. I write. That must be very interesting to write. Most of the time it stinks. Dion said you have great talent. He said you were promising. Promising? That's funny. He never told me that. Oh, is that the lot we have to talk about, Mr. Clover?

[Danny Clover]

No.

[Dion Hartley]

I've heard other things about you. You have? Like what? Like if Dion should be killed. Murdered would be more exact. It would be you who murdered him. That makes for interesting talk. You don't want to know who told me that? Not especially. But that kind of talk could get back to Dion. It could even break up your friendship. Doesn't that bother you? No. And I'll tell you why, Mr. Clover. Because the friendship between Dion and me can't be destroyed by the ugly mouth of Sybil Reynard. You knew all the time, Camden. What's this, Camden? A manuscript you were working on? Yes, and put it down. You won't mind if I glance through it. Dion said put it down. I said put it down. Take it easy, Camden. It's not polite to slap friends. Friends of Dion. If you read a word of that manuscript, I'll kill you. It's that good. It's only for Dion to see. Only for Dion.

[Danny Clover]

Do you hear me?

[Dion Hartley]

Yeah, I hear you, Camden. But maybe Dion will never get to read it, because he'll be dead. Because maybe you'll kill him before you finish it. Is that why he sent you here? Because he thought I'd kill him? Maybe. Oh, he's so wrong. So wrong. He's got it mixed up. That's all he should own. It can only be Joan. Joan? He didn't tell you about her? About Joan York? No, that I'm telling you. Go talk to her, Dion's friend. Ask her why she wants to kill him. I'll do that, Camden. Where do I find Joan? In Gramercy Park. 1712 Gramercy Park. Well, it's been a nice talk, Mr. Clover. Promise me you'll never come back.

[Joan York]

Yes? Who is it?

[Dion Hartley]

There was something about her. Something like the promise a man makes to himself in some dark part of his life. The promise had the name Joan York. Her dark hair clouded to her shoulders. Her eyes were soft, the planes of her face, her mouth. The promise had the name Joan York.

[Joan York]

Who is it, please?

[Dion Hartley]

I'm Danny Clover, a friend of yours. Camden Drake said I might speak with you.

[Joan York]

Camden. Of course, Mr. Clover. Come in. Sit down, please. How is Camden? Why are you staring, Mr. Clover?

[Danny Clover]

Huh?

[Dion Hartley]

Oh, he's all right.

[Joan York]

Why are you staring?

[Dion Hartley]

Was I? I'm sorry.

[Joan York]

I don't want to be rude. I was busy.

[Dion Hartley]

You were busy? At what?

[Joan York]

Illustrating, Mr. Clover. I do that for the magazine. For satire. You wanted to speak with me?

[Dion Hartley]

Yes. We were talking, Camden and I, About a man. About Dion Harkley. About Dion's manner of living, his manner of dying. That's when your name was mentioned.

[Joan York]

Who are you, Mr. Clover? Another of the Charmed Circle. A worshipper at the Shrine of Hartley. Another of Dion's errand boys.

[Dion Hartley]

It's a way of stating it.

[Joan York]

Go back to the great Dion, Mr. Clover. Go back and tell him you had your fingertips on my brain and you beguiled me with your charm. Tell him you did all that and you finally learned that I wished that Dion Hartley were dead. I wished him dead, Mr. Clover. Tell him that.

[Dion Hartley]

Why do you hate him so much?

[Joan York]

That's a searching question. I hate him because of what he does to people. To Camden Drake, to him, to others. But to him. I don't want Camden to disintegrate. To be a friend to Dionne Hartley is to sow the seed of your own destruction. But you know that already.

[Dion Hartley]

I know.

[Joan York]

Then you know the disenchantment that Hartley causes. Hartley sneers at the world and passes it on to all who touch him. That's death to a talent like Camden's.

[Dion Hartley]

And you'd wish Hartley dead for that?

[Joan York]

I've already told you that, Mr. Clover. Take it back to your Mr. Hartley, sit by his feet and look up at him, adoring, and tell him I said so. You'd better go now, Mr. Clover.

[Danny Clover]

Can I talk to you now, Danny? Oh, Danny, you've been sitting here for two hours now.

[Dion Hartley]

Your face looks like it's all thumbs. Danny, you want something to tagle?

[Danny Clover]

Oh, you got a problem?

[Dion Hartley]

Well, I am ready to receive it, Danny, and give you my utmost opinion on it. Try this. A man says he's going to be murdered and makes a game out of it. And three people, in their own way, have a motive for killing him. An editor, a writer and what, Danny, you never saw such a girl to Dick. Hey, it ain't spring yet.

[Danny Clover]

Danny.

[Dion Hartley]

Danny Clover speaking. This is Dionne Hartley, Mr. Clover, your charity has lost. What's the matter with you? You've lost the game. Mr. Clover. Mr. Hartley, don't you see? I've been murdered. You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry Thor as Detective Daniel Danny Clover. Money, music, fun and action. Whatever you want, CBS has it for you this Saturday night. Money. 53,000 in cash and prizes in Sing It Again's phantom voice. Jackpot. Fun of full measure with the Goldbergs, with Arthur Godfrey's Digest, with the campus kids of Young Love Music. How can you beat that? Hour with Vaughn Monroe and Gene Autry. And action. You'll get it with gangbusters. They're all heard every Saturday on most of these same CBS stations. So be listening. Broadway is a street that'll give you anything you want, any way you want it. All you have to do is set your mind to it and be looking in the right direction at the right time. If you look one way, Broadway's liable to wink at you and nod its head. But look another way, you're liable to get a newspaper shoved in your face. That's so you'll see the headline up close. Dion Hartley shot to death. Then you keep on investing in later editions to find out what juicy set of circumstances made Dion Hartley a murder victim. It was my job to gouge out the facts at headquarters. Sergeant Gino Tartaglia summed it up terselyn. We got a murder mystery on our hands, Danny. You think so, huh?

[Danny Clover]

Yeah. And you would have nothing to worry about if he was just Frisbee navatin.

[Dion Hartley]

Look, Titaglia, I've got troubles enough, huh? What troubles? I haven't done this for a long time, Tartaglia. Passed myself off as something I'm not. That is the duty of a plainclothes detective, Danny. Yeah, but I don't like the circumstances. This one time, I feel like I'm lying by not telling people I'm an officer. It's a feeling I don't care for. But, Nanny, like I said, this is your duty. I don't understand, Danny.

[Danny Clover]

What people in particular do you feel.

[Dion Hartley]

Like you're lying to? To a murderess, maybe? Girl. A girl named John Yorke. Huh. Sounds funny, huh?

[Danny Clover]

Danny, you shouldn't let certain things blind you to other certain things.

[Dion Hartley]

Sure, sure. I'll wait till I'm a little older, huh? I guess it's like this. I've just got a strange idea. Joan Yorke's got the best reason for killing Hartley. I hate the idea. I'll see you, Tortaglia. I'm going someplace where I can get the whole thing out of my mind.

[Joan York]

Joan, what is it? What do you want, Mr. Clover?

[Dion Hartley]

I wanted to talk to someone whose wish came true.

[Joan York]

Mine came true. Dionys did. Is that what you mean?

[Dion Hartley]

That's part of it.

[Joan York]

The rest. Tell me the rest.

[Dion Hartley]

Mr. Clover, may I come in?

[Joan York]

Joan, I want you to.

[Dion Hartley]

That music, it's lovely.

[Joan York]

Haunting. For you. Is it like that for you, Mr. Clover?

[Dion Hartley]

Like that, but more like. Where's it coming from?

[Joan York]

Man in the apartment across the air shaft. He's a student. He plays like that four hours a day. Four hours to the minute. We can't let it stop us, can we? We have to talk about Dion's murder, you and I.

[Dion Hartley]

Why do you say that?

[Joan York]

Because that's why you came here to me. Because you were Dion's friend. Because you were Dion's friend. You want to know if I killed him.

[Dion Hartley]

There could be another reason. Joan. Joan, listen to me.

[Joan York]

Why do you do that, Mr. Clover?

[Dion Hartley]

Was I doing something?

[Joan York]

You're different today. The Way you say my name, it's. It's gentle. Makes me want to run to you like a child.

[Dion Hartley]

I. I didn't mean.

[Joan York]

No, please, don't be embarrassed. It's me. It's the way I talk. Words have no meaning unless they say what you mean.

[Dion Hartley]

That makes it easier. You were right, Joan. I want to know if you killed Dion Hartley. I have to know. I have to. Listen to me, John. You wanted him dead. You had a motive. At least the police would call it. Motive?

[Joan York]

I hated Dion for destroying people. People I've loved. Is that motive for killing a man?

[Dion Hartley]

Yes.

[Joan York]

A good one. Don't you think, Mr. Clover?

[Dion Hartley]

You tell me, Joan.

[Joan York]

I'll tell you, but not now. Not now?

[Dion Hartley]

When?

[Joan York]

Later. Take me to dinner, Mr. Clover. The Casca. It's a little restaurant with music just down the street. 8:00. Is that all right for you? 9:00.

[Dion Hartley]

I'll be there, John.

[Joan York]

Thank you, Mr. Clover. You're late, Mr. Clover. I was beginning to be afraid you wouldn't come.

[Dion Hartley]

I'm sorry. I had some things to take care of.

[Joan York]

It doesn't matter. You're here.

[Dion Hartley]

Hungry?

[Joan York]

Only to talk to someone. You? Are you hungry?

[Dion Hartley]

No.

[Joan York]

Then we can just sit and talk. I've been thinking, Danny.

[Dion Hartley]

What? What were you thinking?

[Joan York]

That we're very much alike, you and I.

[Dion Hartley]

How?

[Joan York]

John, There's a kind of terrible loneliness in you. I know it.

[Dion Hartley]

I.

[Joan York]

No, don't stop me. I know it's a loneliness because you couldn't understand so well, all that's empty and lost and frightened in other people. I know nothing about you, Danny. How did you get so far along so fast?

[Dion Hartley]

You're frightened, aren't you, Joan?

[Joan York]

No, not that. It's not the right word. Released. Free. Lonely. Are those the words? It depends on what I may have done with my life. Or someone else's life.

[Dion Hartley]

On that.

[Joan York]

Will you dance with me, Danny?

[Dion Hartley]

I want him.

[Joan York]

Could you kill Danny?

[Dion Hartley]

What?

[Joan York]

A man like Dionne Hartley? Could you have killed him?

[Dion Hartley]

I don't know.

[Joan York]

I think you could have a man like that. Did you? Somewhere, somehow, he must have given you motive, too.

[Dion Hartley]

No, I didn't kill him, John.

[Joan York]

I know you didn't. I just wanted you to consider it for a moment. The thought of killing Dion, it didn't revolt you, did it? Did it, Danny? Dance with me, Danny. Dance with me.

[Dion Hartley]

Well, well, well. If it isn't Joan girl. Complete with nothing. Hello, Camden. Goodbye, Camden.

[Joan York]

Camden, please.

[Danny Clover]

Please.

[Dion Hartley]

I like that when you say please to me, John. It's like the old golden Days before Dionne Hartley. Whatever it is, take it somewhere else. Kim, that cut it, didn't it, Joan? That shining thing we had, you and I. Dion loused it, didn't he? Didn't he, Joan? Yes.

[Joan York]

He made it rotten. He made it filthy. He made me want no part of you or of him.

[Dion Hartley]

So you killed him, huh? You killed him. You killed the best thing that ever happened to me. You killed him. Take it easy, Camden. Take it easy. The people are. Take your hands off me. Take him off. Easy, kid, easy. I told you. Maybe now you'll believe me. Yeah, that's twice now, Camden. I owe you something. Here, here, here, you two. Break it out. Break it out. What do you two bums want? All right. What's the matter, Officer? You want something, Officer? Keep away from me. I said keep away. Okay. But it shall be as you wish. Are you coming? Quiet, or do I use this stick on you?

[Danny Clover]

All right, that's better.

[Dion Hartley]

Come on. Thanks. Patrol. Momeshikov. You did great.

[Danny Clover]

Look, look.

[Dion Hartley]

I'm only a stupid ox, Danny, but I don't get it.

[Danny Clover]

You I should arrest.

[Dion Hartley]

Yeah, exactly that. I didn't want those people to know I was a cop. I want this to look legitimate. Call me a paddy wagon officer. I want to go to jail.

[Danny Clover]

Hey, Danny. Hey, Danny, wait for me.

[Dion Hartley]

What is it, Titaglia?

[Danny Clover]

Well, word has it you got tangled up last night, Danny. Barroom brawl with a guy named Camden Drake.

[Dion Hartley]

So?

[Danny Clover]

Well, I was just talking to Dumbchuk, the ambulance driver.

[Dion Hartley]

He just brought in Camden Drake. Oh, no.

[Danny Clover]

Yeah, Danny. Shot. They found him in an alley off.

[Dion Hartley]

Bank street in the Village. I only kidded myself for a couple of hours longer. I told myself maybe Sybil Raynard, the editor of Satire. I told myself that. And how. Her checked and found out she'd flown to Florida immediately after my interview with her and had been confined to her room with the flu since she got off the plane. Airtight. Then I stopped kidding myself. I set everything up with headquarters and walked to where I had to go. And all the way there. The streets were gutters, and where I walked, people looked away.

[Joan York]

Danny. Come in, Danny. So early, Danny? It's hardly noon.

[Dion Hartley]

You mind, Joan?

[Joan York]

No, you know I don't. Sit down.

[Dion Hartley]

All right, Joan.

[Joan York]

Wait a minute, Danny. I'll fix some coffee.

[Dion Hartley]

No, don't.

[Joan York]

No, Joan.

[Dion Hartley]

Joan. After I was arrested last night, I went right home.

[Joan York]

Is that what you were going to ask?

[Dion Hartley]

Yes. Camden Drake's dead, John. He was shot dead.

[Joan York]

I don't believe you.

[Dion Hartley]

He's dead, but who doesn't matter much, does it, John? Does it?

[Joan York]

Look, Danny, I'll get. Wait. The door.

[Danny Clover]

Hiya, baby.

[Dion Hartley]

Hiya, Johnny.

[Danny Clover]

Johnny, baby. Johnny, baby.

[Dion Hartley]

Come here.

[Joan York]

Danny.

[Dion Hartley]

Take your hand off.

[Danny Clover]

Who is this guy?

[Dion Hartley]

Outside. I said outside.

[Joan York]

Danny.

[Dion Hartley]

Danny, he's got a gun.

[Danny Clover]

Yeah.

[Dion Hartley]

Yeah.

[Danny Clover]

Danny.

[Joan York]

Danny, what did you do?

[Dion Hartley]

Don't worry about it, Joan. I'll get him out of here.

[Joan York]

But you, you've just. He's dead, isn't he?

[Dion Hartley]

Get away from him. Joan. You don't have to look at him. Look, listen to me. I'll get him out of here. This doesn't have to concern you at all. You understand that, don't you?

[Joan York]

Where you go, Danny?

[Dion Hartley]

I've got some money. Europe, maybe. I don't know.

[Joan York]

Take me with you.

[Dion Hartley]

What?

[Joan York]

Take me, Danny.

[Dion Hartley]

I just killed a man, Joan. You don't deserve to share that.

[Joan York]

Danny.

[Dion Hartley]

You just stay here. I'll get rid of him.

[Joan York]

Danny. I killed you on Hartley. Don't stare at me, Danny. Guess I killed him. I think you knew that, didn't you, Danny? Now you know. Now it makes everything all right. You can take me with you, Danny. Both of us, Joan. Yes. And Camden Drake, too. I killed him, Danny. Now you can take me, Danny. Now we've got two awful secrets we can share. It's better.

[Dion Hartley]

Why? Why did you do it, John?

[Joan York]

I had to. I thought I was in love. In love with Camden. Dion was squeezing Camden's soul. I killed him and the boy. It was easy. You heard Camden. He didn't want me. Camden knew what I'd done and said he was going to the police. It didn't matter after that. After you.

[Dion Hartley]

Didn't you know, John?

[Joan York]

No. No what?

[Dion Hartley]

I'm a policeman, Joan.

[Joan York]

Danny.

[Dion Hartley]

Get up. McEvin. You can get up now.

[Danny Clover]

Yeah, okay. Danny.

[Joan York]

Danny.

[Dion Hartley]

Danny.

[Joan York]

No. No, Danny.

[Danny Clover]

You. No.

[Joan York]

No.

[Danny Clover]

Hi, Danny. Nice morning. Hi, Denny. I'd like to run out and get you some coffee if you. You'd like some coffee. Oh, Danny.

[Dion Hartley]

Danny.

[Danny Clover]

These things. Sorry.

[Dion Hartley]

Danny. It stretches out in front of you, this Mirash called Broadway. This street that offers you dreams and laughs in your face. Its crowd and cruelty, its sound and sorrow, its fury and a teardrop. It's Broadway. The gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway. My beat. Broadway's my Beat. Stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. With Charles Calvert as Tartaglia. The program was produced and directed by Elliot Lewis. The musical score was composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. The cast tonight included Ann Stone, Virginia Gregg, Elliot Reed, Ted Osborne, Burt Holland and Jack Cruch. America has always been known as the melting pot of the world. All peoples of all races and color and religions living together within the boundaries of a free democracy. The melting process has been long and difficult, but as each year passes, it becomes much easier. Because part of the mixture now is tolerance. And tolerance can bind a nation together. Help America to always retain her democratic reputation through your tolerance. Accept or reject people on their individual worth and for no other reason than that. Joe Walters speaking. This is cbs, where you'll find Broadway is my beat. Every Friday night, the Columbia Broadcasting System.

[Danny Clover]

Broadway's my beat. From Times Square to Columbus Circle. The gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.

[Dion Hartley]

Broadway's my beat. With Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.

[Danny Clover]

Broadway, where the fury of the night races against the time of dawn. It needs those hours to prove itself. The mob, the grinning faces, the voice that whispers. But hurry times at your heels in the night lasts only so long. That's the word on Broadway. My beat. It's a system they worked out long ago. The darkness is reserved for those who break the law so that the police can write out their reports in the daytime. That's what I was doing, writing out reports, when Sergeant Totaglia nudged his head through the doorway. Good morning to you, my lieutenant. Hello, Totaglia. What's in your mind? She's here again, Benny. Yeah. I had a feeling she'd be here. She'll never give up, will she? You know, I got a theory about that, Danny. Sure. In. Yeah, sure, Danny.

[Dion Hartley]

This way, miss.

[Joan York]

Are you going to help me, Mr. Colbert? Are you? Don't send me away again.

[Danny Clover]

The girl who crossed the room and placed her fingers on my desk was slender. Her face seemed about to grow suddenly old. Her skin was pale, unveiled, dead white.

[Joan York]

I've come back to ask you again, Mr. Clover.

[Danny Clover]

Sit down. No.

[Joan York]

A beggar who stands can keep some dignity. I like to think that. Anyhow. Maybe it's a lie.

[Danny Clover]

Rhoda.

[Joan York]

Did you say my name gently to show me you pity me? I don't want to be pitied.

[Danny Clover]

Now, look, Ms. Lynn. Danny was only trying. Rhoda, listen to me. Listen.

[Joan York]

Yes. Yes, I'll listen.

[Danny Clover]

Say a kind word to me, Rhoda. You've come to ask me to have your father's body exhumed. I know that.

[Joan York]

You know that.

[Danny Clover]

But we've already done that. Two months ago, four months after your father died, we exhumed his body. He wasn't poisoned, Rhoda. In spite of what you say, he wasn't Poisoned. Poisoned.

[Joan York]

That's how my father died. Robert Lynn. My father was murdered. That's a simple sentence.

[Dion Hartley]

Understand it.

[Danny Clover]

The death certificate.

[Joan York]

My father was poisoned and I'm being poisoned and I'm going to die. And you'll sit there and say my dying meets all the requirements for dying because there'll be a death certificate. No. Nothing. Bye, Mr. Cope.

[Danny Clover]

Danny, that girl needs attention of some sort or another. Talking to by a doctor, by a parent, by somebody. Where does she live? Detaglia? In the combination dentist's office and living quarters on 147th Street, 16th Street. With her mother and stepfather. Stepfather? Yeah, yeah, her mother got married again. This mother must like dentists. The husband who died was a dentist. Now husband number two, one Bernard Burke, turns up also to have a talent with the drill. Hey, you going up there, Danny? Like I said, Rhoda Lynn needs talking to by somebody. The place where Rhoda lived as a soot crusted five story apartment building of yellow and pork marked brick. It stood on 147th street, just around the corner from where Broadway tries to be suburban. And it had two things. An open court to grab onto whatever light and air that was left over. And the kids, the kids bouncing a ball against a brand new guilt lettered sign that said Bernard Burke, dentist. Five flights up. Gas, no pain. As I rounded the turn on the fourth floor, I heard a door close above me and steps starting down. Then the steps became a voice that said it knew me. Danny. Danny Clover. I know you, Danny. You know me? I'm sorry, I. Ah, you don't know me. Here, I'll lean my face over in the light. A familiar face, huh, Danny? Repulsive, but familiar, huh? Yeah, yeah, but I don't quite play. Elliot. Ben Elliot. The private investigator. You're your civilian competition. Remember the axe murder case where I was positively useless to you? You remember that, don't you, Danny? Sure, sure. How are you, Ben? Happy as a fago. Glad to hear it. What are you doing here, Ben? Competing. Ah, you. You deduced this just because I just came out of a dentist's office? Nah, nah, Danny, you got it all wrong. Bert, the no pain dentist has just made some alterations on a bridge. I suffer in my mouth. Here I take a look. Stunning. I hope you and the bridge are very happy together. You kill me, Danny. Such a wit. You, Danny? What's with you? You also got sorrows in your teeth. In every one. So long, Ben. See you around. Yeah. Danny. Take that. I recommend it from the heart.

[Joan York]

Yes. You had an appointment with Dr. Burt. You'll have to wait.

[Danny Clover]

I'll wait.

[Joan York]

You could amuse yourself with some Euro, National Geographic. Or this brochure from a dental supply house with illustrations and color. Or you could talk to me.

[Danny Clover]

That last thing. Let's do that.

[Joan York]

You've made such a wise choice. And now do you begin, or shall I?

[Danny Clover]

You're Rhoda's mother, aren't you, Mrs. Burke? Men are such babies. About clean, aren't they? And my husband is such a dental dentist. You're Rhoda's mother?

[Joan York]

Yes, I'm rhoda's mother and Dr. Burke's assistant and wife. And you? One of Rhoda's numerous and nameless boyfriends.

[Danny Clover]

I'm Danny Clover of the police, Mrs. Burke. Rhoda was in to see me again.

[Joan York]

To ask you to have her father's body torn out of its grave again.

[Danny Clover]

Then you know about it? About her coming to me?

[Joan York]

Of course I know. A girl's best friend is her mother, isn't she, Mr. Clover? Rhoda adores me. She tells me everything. But not in a whisper, in a scream.

[Danny Clover]

Like what? What does she tell you, Mrs. Burke?

[Joan York]

That I murdered my first husband, her father? That I'll murder her? That I. Oh, she's such a sick little girl. So sick. We try to help her, but we can't. She won't let it. Sickness that drains all the sweetness out of her.

[Danny Clover]

Sick.

[Joan York]

She's not like a mother's child at all.

[Danny Clover]

She's always so pale. Mrs. Burke. Have you had her to a doctor?

[Joan York]

Rhoda, do you think she would let.

[Danny Clover]

Me take her anywhere?

[Joan York]

Do things for her? Tell her what she should do when she thinks that terrible, ugly thing about me? Answer me, Mr. Clover.

[Danny Clover]

I just ran into a man, Ben Elliot, a private investigator. What was he doing here, Mrs. Bur. Oh, here. Just go on home, Mr. Raymond.

[Dion Hartley]

Oh, what a nice pack.

[Danny Clover]

On. And here's some sample aspirin. Take two every two hours and a hot and cold applications during the night. Ah, you feel like a new man. Oh, well, what have we here, Mildred? New patient, your next, sir. Not a patient, Bernard.

[Joan York]

A policeman.

[Danny Clover]

Danny Clover.

[Joan York]

He's concerned about Rhoda. Do you think we can help him?

[Danny Clover]

I'm GLAD you're here, Mr. Clover. Will you step into my office, please, Bernard? Please, Mildred. We should have handled it this way in the first place. Will you go in, Mr. Clover?

[Joan York]

Bernard, I advise you to let it alone.

[Danny Clover]

Mildred, will you take care of those X ray negatives during office hours? You are my assistant. Thank you. After you, Mr. Grover. Sit in the dentist chair, Mr. Clover. Very comfortable. It's almost paid for, too. Yeah, I'll adjust it. Yeah, Isn't that nice? Never had it better. Now, Dr. Burke, what is it that you should have handled this way? I only ask because I'm curious. Oh, yes, of course. The theft of the gold. The gold I use to fill my client's teeth. Most durable. 14 karat, very expensive. Shines when brushed. Does that? Oh, beautifully. I'm reporting it to you because you're a policeman and the only proper authority to handle it. Mildred tried to convince me otherwise. She did, too? Oh, yes. She looked in the classified and found the name of a private investigator, Ben Elliot. Had him up here. Told him all. I tried to tell her we should report it to the police, but she wouldn't have it. And that's why I'm glad you're here. Because now both Mildred and I have had our way. Yeah, I'm glad. I'll turn it over to the burglary detail, Dr. Burke. I'd appreciate it, Mr. Clover. That's nothing. Now, talk to me about Roda, Dr. Burke. Oh, well, I can't tell you much about her. She never confides in me. I'm her stepfather, you know, Sometimes it's very painful. Who does she confide in? Well, as a boy, Frank Norman. Rhoda was always with me. Matter of fact, I had to go bring her home one night because they were Both too drunk, Mr. Carver, to maneuver by themselves. Where was that? Well, it's a bar somewhere on 52nd Street. That street is home for that boy. You'll find my gold, Mr. Colbert. It's very important in my business. Yeah, yeah. It's a promise, Dr. Burke. The bar is a 50 second straight wink at you. It's a special kind of wink. Mechanized in chrome and the tubular neon offers a variety of colors. The decor is sleek, the prices pegged to suit your individual needs. And the invitations are but irresistible. So I bar hopped, looking for a kindred spirit named Frank Norman. It took quite a while. Then, near 10th Avenue, there was a place where the decor had crumbled just a bit. Where a jukebox sold background music to emotions also crumbling. The bartender waved me to the back of. Caught a boy sitting there considering what dreams are to be found in the bottom of a shot Blast. I touched his shoulder. Hi. Hi, honey. I don't know you. I'm Danny Clover. Mind if I sit down? Goes like this, Danny. As a tyke I was unloved and Unwatered, I was left to consider the forever moons and the howling wind and garbage. Mm. That's it, Danny. Precisely. And with poetic embellishments. My life for a drink. Buy it, Danny. Go ahead, buy it. Yeah. Waiter. Yours, Frank. And I have another version also, for the price of the gin. And a brandy version that fills me to think about, But I'll sell it too, that one. It includes Rhoda Lynn. Huh? Who are you? What do you want? I said it once. Danny Clover, police. You didn't say the last part. All you said was Danny Clover. All you did was buy me a drink. Police. I'm pure, dark. Danny Clover, police. Law Abiding, upright, unsullied by temptation, harmless. What about Rona? What about Rona is this. She's dying. She sent me away because she's dying. Sent me back to the car, but she's dying. Dying. How do you know? Death sits on her shoulder and whispers to her. Can't you tell? I loved Rhoda when she wasn't dying. That's how I can tell. What about her mother? Does she know? Her mother? Mildred Burke. Yeah, what about her? She married a man three months after her husband died. That's a complete biography of Mildred Burke. That explains her. It explains everything about her. Well, that's her privilege. There was even a brother of yours. You are a detective, aren't you, Danny? Another detective. Ben Elliott, maybe. Ben Elliott. He was detecting for even when her first husband was alive. You look surprised. Don't look surprised. Go up to the bartender. Give him money. Tell him it's from me. Tell him my wish is his command. I stood there for a moment longer, watched and watched until his voice blurred and his eyes sought something far away. Then I left. I looked up Ben Elliott in the classified, hailed a cab and went there. Up a flight of stairs and walked back. The sign on the door said come in. So I came in. The sound Rhoda made in this throat was like somebody far away yelling horribly. She stood beside the desk, swaying a little, her face ash. And even where her fingertips clotted her skin, there was no color. I caught her before she toppled over.

[Joan York]

I didn't do it.

[Danny Clover]

What didn't you do?

[Joan York]

I swear I didn't.

[Danny Clover]

I wasn't in the room.

[Joan York]

I didn't kill you.

[Danny Clover]

Then I saw him. He was on the other side of the desk, crumpled in a dark space, dead from a bullet hole in his face, throat. Ben Elliot dead. And his hand squeezed around a clump of gold frozen around it. The hand of the gold trapped in a thin shaft of light. And the girl stirred in my arms. And the scream that was imprisoned there tore itself from her throat.

[Dion Hartley]

You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.

[Danny Clover]

There are many things about Broadway. It has its own private set of values. For instance, it measures the essence of a man's life in terms of light and darkness. Big man, so many mats of bulbs, so many yards of neon to scream his name into the screaming night. Little man, his apportioned share of darkness like a spectacular with burnt out bulbs whispering into nothing. Ben Elliot was a little man. His only claim to distinction, that he died holding a fistful of dentist's gold. There was another. His murder was attended by a girl, pale and shrieking as death itself. I had to know a lot of things about her. Dr. Sinski filled in a few. A very sick girl, Danny. So sick I can't tell you. Try, Doctor. Try to tell me anyway. She's dying, Danny, of a rare type of pernicious anemia. So rare I had to call my old professor at Columbia to find out what it was. He called me a numbskull. Then the Latin word for schlemiel. And then he. What type is it? You wouldn't understand. You're a fine type fella, Danny, but excuse the expression, you're also a layman. Some diseases are so mysterious, a doctor likes to keep them to himself. Wear them in good health. What about the poison? Did you find any evidence that she's being poisoned? None whatsoever. Only the toxic condition that the anemia itself sets up. Can I be so bold as to offer you some advice, Denny? I've got my own doctor. No, no, no. This isn't medical, Danny. It's. It's the milk of human kindness. If you've got nothing on this girl, this Rhoda Lynn, then let her go. Let her die in peace and dignity. Because she's dying, Danny. Take my word for it. Got Rhoda Lynn out here, Danny. Wanna talk to us tomorrow? Yeah. Bring her in. McAven. Come on in, Rhoda. Sit down, Rhoda, Would you like a drink of water or anything else? I just want to sleep. I just want to lie down somewhere and go to sleep.

[Joan York]

Can I go home, Mr. Clover, to my father's room?

[Danny Clover]

I've slept there ever since he died. Rhoda, why were you in Ben Elliot's office?

[Joan York]

I told you. How many times do I have to tell you? I went there because I thought he knew something about My father's murder. I wanted him to help me.

[Danny Clover]

You still believe your father was murdered?

[Joan York]

Yes. Yes. Oh, leave me alone.

[Danny Clover]

Leave me alone. Please, Ms. Lynn, please. Here. Yeah. Take this. That's a good girl. Mr. Clover is only trying to find out the truth.

[Joan York]

I've told him so many times, he won't believe me.

[Danny Clover]

Try me again. Rhoda, when did you first think your father was being poisoned? Right after Dr. Burke, Mildred's husband, my stepfather, became my father's partner.

[Joan York]

That's when she began to kill him.

[Danny Clover]

I saved her.

[Joan York]

I hate her.

[Danny Clover]

Ms. Lynn. Easy. Easy, Ms. Lynn. And you went to Ben Elliot because you thought he knew your father had been poisoned or could help you find out? Yes, I've told you. Then you killed him because he laughed at you. Because he'd have no part of what you were thinking.

[Joan York]

No, I didn't kill him. I didn't.

[Danny Clover]

Where's the gun, Rhoda? Where's the gun you killed Ben Elliot with, Danny? What do you want, Muggleman? About the gun boys went over every nook and cranny and hole in Elliot's office. No gun. We looked outside, in the street, in the alley. No gun. We even toyed with innocent bystanders. No gun. We checked where they sell guns. None were sold to rhoda. No gun. Dr. Simski. Yes, Mr. Clover. See that Rhoda gets home. Take care of her. Here is something to give her the sleep she wants. Thanks, Danny. Come along, Ms. Lynn. You're in for a nice good rest. You'll enjoy it. You look like a fatuous puppy. Mugavan. Stop it before you lick my hand. Hard hearted Danny of the police. What did you find on Elliot? He liked gold. Gold meaning money in any shape, size or form. As a matter of fact, he deposited same in banks. 3,000 here, 2,000 there, 1,000 here and there. What do you know? The penniless Ben Elliott. Wish me luck, Marvin. For what? I got pain, so I'm calling on a painless dentist. Oh, let me compliment you, Ms. Clover.

[Dion Hartley]

Where did you find the gold?

[Danny Clover]

In a dead man's hand, Dr. Birch. What are you saying? Pay attention, doctor, and you'll get the message. I said in a dead man's hand. Well, what man? What man are you talking about? Ben Elliot. Who? You're doing it again, Dr. Ben Elliot. A dead man who tried to take it with him. A couple hundred bucks worth of gold. Of course I know you're lying. You're trying to make of this petty theft something mysterious. I suppose you, detective, must do that to justify. I don't understand you, Doctor. You didn't react when I said Ben Elliot. I reacted. You just weren't perceptive enough to catch my raising of the eyebrows slightly. I raised an eyebrow if she were my wife. You're cluttering the trend of the convers. What? Your wife? Mutant. What's the move I've got to do with Ben Elliot? I don't know. Ask her, Doctor. Ask her how? Buddy, she's been with Elliot and for how long. Rumor says it's been for a long time. Getting this message, Doctor. You'll have to excuse me. Before you. Doctor, before you even knew Mildred, Ben Elliott was around. I've heard that, Doctor. If you'll have to excuse me. With some X ray negatives I got. We'll talk. We'll talk in just a few minutes, all right? Please, in the waiting room. I'll meet you there. All right, Mr. Clover. Quickly, Mr. Clover. What's the matter?

[Joan York]

Please, I've got to talk to you.

[Danny Clover]

Sure, Mr. Clover. You.

[Joan York]

You know, don't you?

[Danny Clover]

You know what I've been saying is.

[Joan York]

True, what the doctor said.

[Danny Clover]

Just that you're sick.

[Joan York]

But I'm dying.

[Danny Clover]

But you need some rest. Rather being poisoned.

[Joan York]

And I'll die the way my father died. In agony and drink to kill the pain. That way, Mr. Culver. Dead. Dr. Burke is dead, Mr. Clover. Everything dies. That mother touches you. Evil girl. My daughter.

[Danny Clover]

An evil, rotten.

[Joan York]

You killed him. You killed him just the way you killed him.

[Danny Clover]

Take it easy, Rover. I think you'd better get out of here. All right. All right, I will. Mother killed him. You'll see. Tell me what happened, Mrs. Burke.

[Joan York]

Well, I, I, I don't know. I don't know what happened.

[Danny Clover]

Did you kill your husband?

[Joan York]

Are you mad? Like my daughter is mad? Look at him. Dead. My husband, dead. His weakness is death. The gun in his hand says that.

[Danny Clover]

Yeah. Could have been suicidal or powder burns. Attitude of his body, just piss. How did you happen to get here before I did?

[Joan York]

Because you were further away. You were down the hall. I was in the next room.

[Danny Clover]

Yeah. What would Dr. Burke want to kill himself for?

[Joan York]

Who knows? The inner turnings of a man's mind, Mr. Clover.

[Danny Clover]

Maybe his wife.

[Joan York]

I did.

[Danny Clover]

He was a weak man.

[Joan York]

I've said that.

[Danny Clover]

Yes, you did. Which means you've told me exactly nothing. You'll have to tell me a lot more, Mrs. Burke. Ask me something. I will. First we gotta make this death official, Mrs. Burke. There'll be photographers and print men and a coroner cluttering up Your house. But you won't mind that a woman like you doesn't mind anything, does she, Mrs. Burke? I was right. Mrs. Burke didn't mind the need of fish and trampling over a little dentist's life and death. She didn't mind the questions. Like steel prongs, the question raked over her brain and her sorrows and her dreams. She didn't mind the fact that her answers added up to nothing. She minded least of all. At headquarters I slept until the reports and analyses and photographs have been cataloged and filed and stacked and restacked and mulled over. Slept until Sargentino Zattaglia had watered them down. You may awake now, Danny. I have digested everything and watered it down to simple terms even a child could understand. Did a call come while I slept?

[Dion Hartley]

Ataglia?

[Danny Clover]

No, Danny, no calls. You expecting one from Rhoda Lynn? I made a promise to call me. What have you got? A big pile of nothing, Danny. The technicians from technicals say it is extremely possible that our dentist did indeed and through wit, commit suicide. More. They were very smug about it, Danny. What else? That question you asked me. The question of Dr. Sinski. Uh huh. He answers it in the affirmative. He says the X ray thing is entirely possible. It happened here in New York two years ago. What happened here in New York two years ago? Danny? Danny Clover speaking.

[Joan York]

This is Rhoda.

[Danny Clover]

Mr. Culver.

[Joan York]

I'm calling you just as you told me to do.

[Danny Clover]

Are you in your father's room? Yes. You won't be going out again tonight? No, I won't, Mr. Clover. Going right to sleep. Hey, Danny.

[Joan York]

Danny.

[Danny Clover]

You can't leave me alone without. I know what happened in New York two years ago, Danny.

[Dion Hartley]

Good enough of you, Danny.

[Danny Clover]

Yeah, fine. You have much trouble getting the people in this apartment to go to the movies? Uh, well, some, but not much. Everybody likes free passes. Watch that room across the air shaft. Muggleman. That's Dr. Burke's office. Uh huh. The dark room with the shade up. Yeah. I got a theory, kid. The only way I'll know I'm right is if we see another murder tonight. Oh. Huh. Like this. Go on the premise that Dr. Lin was murdered. Dr. Lin? The first husband of Mrs. Burke, the father of brother. Go on that theory, mugavin. Okay, let's. Dr. Lynn, murdered because his wife wanted him out of the way so she could marry somebody else. Don't argue with women, Mugavin. And then there's Ben Elliot, also dead. Yeah, dead too. You know why I'm not a lieutenant, Danny? The deposits Ben Elliot made the big, big deposits regularly for a small time operator. Blackmail, huh? Ben was collecting, the theory says. Yeah, the theory says he was bleeding Mildred Burke because he knew she killed her husband. Ben. Mildred Burke ran out of money. This ganerka person, Danny. It happened to me. Mildred too. She tried to pay Ben with gold. A couple hundred bucks where she lifted from her husband. Ben sneered at it. Mildred killed him. A theory, huh? Yeah, quite a one. Only it's lousy. From me to you. I say it's lousy. Why? The original premise, Dr. Lynn was not murdered. The book say he died of anemia. Only I think the books are wrong. Hey, Danny. Danny. The light just went on across the airship. It's Mrs. Burke, huh? Yeah. What's she doing, Danny? Turning the X ray machine around. She X raying the wall? That might have been this. A lesson on how to poison without leaving a trace of how it was done. Ducked in. She's walking through the window, looking down the planes. Let's go. I still don't get it. X rays. It'll go through eight feet of concrete. Rhoda's sleeping on the other side of that wall. In the same room her father slept. Come on, hurry. Yeah. Don't knock, just enter. This one's locked. I said enter. Well, you did. Who? Who is it? Who is it?

[Joan York]

What is the meaning of this? Breaking me?

[Danny Clover]

That machine, Muggerbut is the thing that's killing Rover. Turn it off.

[Dion Hartley]

Yeah, only I don't know how.

[Danny Clover]

Turn it off.

[Dion Hartley]

Okay.

[Danny Clover]

Like that.

[Joan York]

Are you both crazy? What are you doing in here?

[Danny Clover]

Well, the end of the theory. Mugaba. Dr. Burke was no suicide. Mildred killed him and made it look like one.

[Joan York]

You're mad.

[Danny Clover]

Killed him because he finally found out about Ben Elliot and his wife. Because he would eventually learn everything. Take her, Mar.

[Joan York]

Tell them I'm your mother, Rhoda. Tell them what, Mildred? But they already know. That you murdered my father and my stepfather and Ben Elliot and me.

[Danny Clover]

Tell them what?

[Joan York]

Don't fight them, Mildred. That way they'll have to kill you quickly.

[Dion Hartley]

Rhoda.

[Danny Clover]

Roda Roda. Broadway. It's the main trek through the jungle city. The wilderness of laughter and trumpets and the rasping sound of life inside the earth. And the other sound, the sigh.

[Dion Hartley]

The spurt itself.

[Danny Clover]

Sigh. The echo of a teardrop that no one hears. It's Broadway. The gaudiest, the most violent. The lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway, my feet.

[Dion Hartley]

Broadway's my beat. Stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.

[Danny Clover]

With Charles Calvert as Tartaglia the program.

[Dion Hartley]

Was produced and directed by Elliot Lewis. The musical score was composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. The cast tonight included Joyce McCluskey, Betty.

[Danny Clover]

Lou Gerson, Jack Edwards, Howard McNear, Jack.

[Dion Hartley]

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