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THE LT. JIMMY HUNT MURDER CASE and THE JULIE DIXON MURDER CASE BROADWAY'S MY BEAT
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And young Mason Moore got more done quickly uploading HD product demos and video conferencing. Without freesight, the numbers look good. Brad, you're on mute. Switch from cable Internet to Zibli Fiber and get more of what you love for $65 less per month than cable. Table@ziply fiverr.com 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 It's a mob and a big voice that darts from doorways and screams in your face Then skirls off into the quiet streets. It's a panic in neon where misery and packaged pleasures are commodities Sometime on installments It's a place that dares you one way or another It'll rock you to sleep. It's Broadway, my beat. Early on a January morning you get up and turn on the heat against the cold of the day. Then there's coffee in the newspaper. The warming things to buffer your shivering at the thought of going out into your own world. I didn't have it that good. I didn't have time for the coffee and newspaper. A call came. It said, get down to St. Anthony's Hospital. I did. And the nun at the information desk said Sister Angela was waiting for me right over there. Sister Angelou? Yes. You're from the police? I'm Danny Clover. Headquarters said there was some trouble about a man dying. About Jimmy's dying. Jimmy Hunt? Please, this way. Jimmy was a patient here at the hospital? Yes. And he died. And I don't see the police. I mean the manner in which he died, Mr. Clover. Father Flaherty said it must be reported to the police. Jimmy committed suicide with a steak knife off his food tray. I see. He was that sick? No. No, he wasn't, Mr. Clover. Jimmy had been a soldier. He fought in a war and he was having trouble forgetting about it. That's all that was wrong with Jimmy. This is the room. Oh, Father Flaherty, this is Mr. Clover, Father. Mr. Clover. Suicide is always deplorable, Mr. Clover. And to attend death with the police, even more so. However, I understand, Father. This is Jimmy. He was found like this? Yes, the attendant found him. Fred Owen. The attendant's name? Owen found him and called me. I'd like to talk with Fred Owen, Father. Of course, Sister. I'm afraid that's impossible, Father. Fred must have gone home for the day. This finding Jimmy dead by a knife, it undoubtedly made him ill. Fred is a very sensitive boy. Shirley, did Jimmy have any visitors? Why, yes, I. I have them here, Mr. Clover. A list. I called to tell them of Jimmy. If you don't mind, Sister. Yes. Here. I don't understand routine, Sister. Simply to complete a file. Is. Is that all, Mr. Clover? A few more things I'll want the attendance address. Of course. And a question. Could anyone, Anyone at all? Attendant visitors? Anybody? Could someone have come in here and murdered Jimmy? What are you saying? Please. Yes, it could have been done, Mr. Clover. What are you getting at? Jimmy was stabbed in the side, too close to his back to make him a suicide. Jimmy was murdered? You can say rights now, Father. The man who has slept on the beaches of death so many times is struck down finally in the ultimate screeching brutality of violence. In a non silent, gentle hands, the whispered chant of a priest trying to ease the pain of his journey into the shocking chasms of darkness. All a cop can do for the man is to find out why he had to die in this way. So the cop calls at the address of one named Fred Owen, finds him not at home, hasn't been home, don't know when he'll come home. Then the cop sends out an all points bulletin on one named Fred Owen. Then the cop calls on the first of a murdered man's visitors list. Who is it? It's Danny Clover of the police. You're here about Jimmy. Please come in. The girl was slender, her face delicate, with an almost wistful expression. But it was her eyes, gray and soft, as if the color had been strained through gauze. Please sit here. Thank you. They called me from St Anthony's they told me about Jimmy, Mr. Clover. They told me. Then you're Virginia Scott. Yes. I'm glad you came to me, Mr. Clover, because I can tell you things about him no one else knew, not even the doctors. I. I understand why he killed himself. Shall I tell you why? Jimmy didn't commit suicide, Ms. Scott. He was. He was murdered. Who. Who would do that to my poor lost Jimmy? Jimmy Scott. Jimmy was brave. He was kind and innocent. He was my child and my love. All he ever did wrong was to get lost. Will you help me find his murderer, Ms. Scott? Yes. Yes. Who would kill him? Who kills Mr. Clover? Who searches out a wounded boy and kills him? Why are there such people? How long have you known him? We met at a dance. His company was going overseas. I didn't know anyone there. But Jimmy asked me to dance and I fell in love with him. He kept in touch with you every day? We wrote each other every day. Did he ever mention anyone in his letters? Anyone who could. Who hated him? Who wanted to kill him? Yes, Mr. Clover. All the nameless ones who had to kill other nameless men. He was a soldier, Virginia. I don't. Don't try to find words, Mr. Clover. The words that heal pain. Are there such? You can do one thing for me, though. Anything. The letters I wrote Jimmy in the hospital. They were love letters. Every day I couldn't visit him, I wrote him one. May I have them letters? There weren't any. What? But they were all I could ever give Jimmy. I know he'd keep them. They have to be there. I'll find them, Virginia. I only ask this. I know you'll understand. Why didn't you marry Jimmy? Why? Why burden him with more? Didn't you notice, Mr. Clover? I'm blind. She said it gently and smiled and offered me her hand. Then I left. Then I found a crowd and walked into it and stuck with it. That way I could clutter my mind up with other faces. After a while, I put my hand in my pocket and took out a piece of paper. It had names on it and addresses. Under Virginia Scott's was a man's name, Mickey Bianco. The address was a pool room on 16th street off 8th Avenue. Where do I find Mickey Bianco? You're in my way. Sorry. Hey, nice shot. You should play for money. I'm Mickey Bianco, mister. You know Jimmy Hunt. You like that shot? I'm quivering with excitement. Where'd you know him from? The army. Yeah, the Army. Where I picked up an eight ball and parlayed it into a two table pool room. About Jimmy Hunt. I'm from the police. What about Jimmy Hunt? What do you want about him? Did you kill him? Oh, he did. Dead. Huh? Jimmy Hunt, dead. Lieutenant James Hunt, a civilian casualty. Hip, hip, hooray. Makes you patriotic. Yeah, like the lieutenant Hunt taught me. Be patriotic. Point yourself forward at the enemy when you die. Many said to us. And he meant it. You were in his outfit? Sure as platoon. We were murdered being patriotic at Eniwetok. But not the lieutenant. Not me either. Everybody else, but not us. Fortune's a war. Did you visit him at the hospital? It was my pleasure, believe me. Oh, don't pat me on the back for going to see my old lieutenant. You know why I went? I made him feel worse. I reminded him about what he did to his platoon. And that'd make him pull his knees up to his chest. I like to watch. Yeah. Did you see any letters just lying around the room? Letters addressed to Jimmy when you visited him? Letters? What letters? Uh, but that other question. Did I kill Jimmy? You know, I should have thought of doing it, but I didn't. Hand me the chalk, policeman. The shaded lamp that hung over the pool table gouged a cone of saffron out of the shadows. And trapped in the twist of light were frayed banners of smoke and whispers and aimless dust. The silhouetted outline of Bianco's face and hands. Then the sharp click of wood on ivory. The pleased titter spilling out of Bianco's mouth. And this, too, can be the requiem for a dead man. It stayed with me all the way to headquarters, where a report was to be filed, where questions were to be asked. And questions you ask of Sergeant Tartaglia. Sometimes he has answers. The answer to that one is in the positive negative. Danny. Be kind to me, Titaglia. Sometimes I don't understand things. What is a positive? Negative? Oh, easy. Positively. We have found no trace of Fred Owen. The reports from the boys looking for Fred Owen are negative. This makes valid the use of the double. The double? Yeah. What about the letters? The letters Virginia Scott wrote to the boy in the hospital. Have you found them? Oh, no, Danny. No. No, we haven't found the letters. We searched the effects of the deceased. We checked with Sister Angela, with Father Flaherty. No letters. Does it make a difference? Danny? Danny Clover speaking. Mr. Clover, I'm sorry to bother you. I told you anytime. Virginia. Something strange has happened. A phone call just came and a voice said I would die. What? It said if I didn't want to die, I'd better get some protection. What does it mean, Mr. Clover? It means lock the door and bolt the windows. I'm coming right down. Danny, get a squad car. Titaglio. Don't stand there. Get it. It's me, Virginia. Open the door. You came so quickly, Mr. Clover. Has anyone. No, there's been no one. I've just been sitting here listening to the sounds of the street. You know, Mr. Clover, when night falls, it has a sound. Shall I turn on the light? No. Is there any other entrance to this apartment? Yes, the kitchen. It has a door, opens onto the hallway. Is it locked? Yes, you told me, Mr. Clover. I'll unlock it. It'll be all right, Virginia. We'll leave this one open, too. Where were you sitting? Over here, near the window. Sit there now. I'll stand over here. Why would anyone want to kill me, Mr. Clover? I don't know. Maybe because you're all that's left of Jimmy. If they want to kill me, why did they tell me to get protection? It doesn't seem logical, does it? Maybe it's not. Shh. I hear someone. Mr. Clover. Don't move, Mr. Clover. He's heading for the fire escape at the back. Mr. Clover. I can tell by the sound. You'll have to come with me. Virginia, I can't leave you here. Just hold my hand. There he is, down at the bottom of the fire escape. He got away, didn't he, Mr. Clover? In a car. He got away? Yes, Virginia, he got away. Give me your hand, Mr. Clover. Suddenly it's darker than it's ever been. You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. CBS invites you to HEAR Senator Brian McMahon on the Capitol cloakroom over most of these same CBS stations later tonight. Senator McMahon is chairman of the Joint Congressional Committee on Atomic Energy, and when he's interviewed tonight by CBS newsmen Eric Severide, Bill Schadell and Griffin Bancroft, this will be the first detailed discussion of the hydrogen bomb and its implications by a high government official since President Truman's historic announcement earlier this week. That CBS Capitol cloakroom later tonight, there's this about Broadway. It has a bag full of free illusions in every color, every size, guaranteed against fading, warranted against shrinkage. Want an illusion, kid? Just reach in the bag. There's more where that one came from. There's the illusion that Broadway can break its heart. And here's one in the classy all plastic. 1950 model. Laboratory tested. The illusion that Broadway can shed a tear. That's the one you'll want. For the murder of a sick soldier boy. For the girl of his heart Missed dreams the song of a girl with sightless eyes. Hug it close to you, kid, because it's fragile. Danny? Danny. What's the matter, Danny? You look sick. No, it's something different from sick. Hey, Danny, can I get you a glass of water or something? What do you want, Danny? I just want. You shouldn't look like that. What else do you want to take? Ah, now, Danny, don't be like that. I know how upset you are. Because of the boy? Because of how they tried to kill that blind girl. I don't figure it, Danny. If they wanted to kill her, why did they tell her to get protection? Maybe it wasn't her they wanted to kill. No. Then that means it was Danny. I got it. The killer set it up that way because it was you he wanted to kill. Hey, Danny, we gotta do something. Answer the phone. Tartaglia. Huh? Oh. Oh, yeah, Danny. Yeah. Danny Clover's office. Sergeant Tartaglia speaking. What? Yeah, yeah, right away. Danny, what was it? That was Dan Tobin, Des sergeant at the 29th Precinct. They got Fred Owen. He gave himself up. He's confessed to the murder of Jimmy Hunt. Hey, Danny. Take your overcoat. You catch your death to code. Fred Owen. You killed a man. How? Owen. You killed Jimmy Hunt. Why Killed him? Tell me about it. That's why you came here, wasn't it? You want to tell someone about it, tell me. I'm Danny Clover. I'm a policeman. I'll tell you. You're a policeman. You'll make me suffer for what I did to Jimmy. I killed him and I've gotta suffer for it. I've gotta feel what Jimmy feels. I'll take it easy, Owen. Just tell me how you did it. With a knife. With a knife. Go ahead, Mr. Clover. Did it hurt him much? I don't think so. I cut up his food for him so he could feed himself, so he wouldn't have to use a knife. The doctor always warned me not to let Jimmy use a knife. You see, the doctor was afraid that Jimmy. That Jimmy would do what he did to him. Huh? What did he do, Owen? I was feeding him, and then I suddenly remembered something I had to do. Yeah? What thing? I forgot. It wouldn't have happened. It didn't have to happen. Then you remembered it. Is that when you stabbed him? As if it had been with my own hand. Jimmy Liked me to read to him while he was eating. And I forgot to bring a book. And so I left to get it. I left Jimmy with the knife. Are you trying to tell me that Jimmy killed himself and you left him alone with a knife? As if it had been with my own hands. My children. It was my fault that Jimmy's dead. My fault. I killed him as surely as if I'd plunged the knife into him. I tried to break through the wall of tears he'd built around himself, but it was no good. I tried to ask him about Virginia's letters. He didn't know anything about them, he said. And it was another lash of the whip he held over himself. I finally broke his heart by releasing him from the dismal, bitter shadows of the cell he'd begged for. Then I took a long walk in the cold, unspoiled air. Then I knew I had to get back to it. The third name on the visitors list was Madge Taylor, whose address was a brownstone between other Brownstones on West 53rd. I climbed the steps that led to its doors with the cracked stained glass. Hey, man. Looking for someone? Yeah, Madge Taylor. She here? Come in, man. Come in. You want me to freeze your match, Taylor? Yeah, right in there. What, the old battle ax that runs his flat? Don't know. Won't hurt her anyway. It's cuddlier with the door closed, huh? Man, such a nasty draft in that hallway. Madge, I'm Danny Clover. The police, huh? Let's have a drink on it, shall we? Danny, they told me you visited a man in the hospital. A man named Jimmy Hunt. Friend of yours? It's funny what I said. It kills me. I thought you were. All you want to know is, did I murder Jimmy Hunt? Isn't that it? Why did you visit him? I'll tell you why. You see me how I am. Charge it up to Jimmy Hunt. Send him the bill. You were in love with Jimmy Hunt, the lieutenant? The wonder boy with the loose marbles? Are you kidding? I never saw him in my life till I found out he was brain sick in that hospital. I don't. I'll draw you a diagram. I was in love once with a kid. A soldier kid. My husband. Lieutenant Jimmy Hunt killed him. Killed me, too. At the same time. Because the lieutenant thought it was dandy kids should be killed. This the Lieutenant liked. You still want to know why I visited him? No. No match. I've heard it. Once, when you saw him, did he have any letters? How would I know? All I care about Jimmy Hunt was that he should die slow. Slow. A long time dying. Yeah. Stick around, Madge. Don't go away. You're out of your mind. I love it here. I never had it so good. It's a free ride on a roller coaster, man. Hi, Danny. Hey, I got news for you. Yeah, what is it? There's a guy in your office waiting for you. Who is he? Name's Scott. Says he has a daughter named Virginia Scott. Hey, ain't that the girl, Danny? Your name Scott? It is. And you're Danny Clover? Virginia described it to me. Well, don't look surprised, Mr. Clover. My daughter is a perceptive girl. Nothing about Virginia surprises me, Mr. Scott, except the fact that she has a father. I didn't know that before. Because Virginia didn't want you to know. She'd have a reason for that, Mr. Scott. Well, it's all bound up with the kind of person she is. Her love for people who love her. The reason why she insisted on living alone without me. The reason why she didn't want me mixed up in this affair. She thinks you had a motive for killing Jimmy. She knows I did. That's why I'm here. Perhaps you'd never have found out. But that's why I'm here. To tell you I had a motive for killing Jimmy. Which was what? I hated that boy. Hated him for what he was. For what he could do to people. His arrogance, his snobbishness. The play acting he did to cover his cowardice by his very existence. Jimmy Hunt was a liar. Mostly. You resented his making love to your daughter. Yes. My daughter is blind. Whatever she can do on her own, sew, cook, turn on lights, dial a telephone, it doesn't alter the fact Virginia is blind. It's her burden. She didn't deserve another awful one like Jimmy Hunt. A sick boy who willed himself sick. Virginia knew you felt this way. She knew I was prepared to kill Jimmy that very day. But you didn't. Is that what you're telling me? That very day I went to the ward to kill him. That's what was on my mind to do. But an attendant saw me, asked me my business there. When I couldn't answer him properly, he made me leave. No, I didn't kill Jimmy. But there's this. There's what I'm glad he said. He got up and walked away, and I let him. But because I'm a cop, I had a man follow him. And because I'm a cop, I had to check on his story, whether he had actually left the War. The morning Jimmy Hunt was killed, that meant I had to talk to Fred Owen, the attendant. I called the hospital and they told me Owen hadn't showed up. And as far as they knew, he was home. So that's where I went, too. To the home of Fred Owen. His landlady was a kind woman. Fred will be right back, Mr. Clover. Would you like to wait in his room? Yes, please. Next room down on your right. Thanks. I'll find my way. Wait. Wait. I'll go with you. Turn on the fire. Sometimes it gets cold here in Fred's room. Can't understand it. A nice gas fireplace like this. And Fred likes to sit here in the cold. There. Don't that make a nice fire? Yeah, cozy. Yeah, this is a real cozy room. Now, Fred decorated it himself. I allow him to hang pictures. Lots of landladies don't allow hanging pictures. Nice pictures. All girls. It's a man's privilege. Girls with veils over their eyes, girls with their eyes closed. Sightless girls. Yeah. And here's one with a man on it with a girl holding his hands over her eyes like he's gonna. Surprise. Oh, hello, Fred. I was just telling. I'm happy you're here, Mr. Clover. I'll make some coffee. Thanks, but I don't care for any. Fred. I'll just leave you two gentlemen alone. I know how gentlemen like to talk. Sometimes without ladies. You like my room, Mr. Clore? I was just admiring your pictures. Yeah, I like them, too. But all these girls, their eyes covered, they can't see you. I know some men hang pictures of girls. Well, you know, because that's the kind of men they are. What kind are you, Fred? I'm an ugly kind of man. My face, I mean. I know I am. Girls never look at me on the street. Even when I stare at them and set my mind that they should look at me, they look away. Even when I talk to them. Virginia doesn't, does she? No. Oh, no. When she comes to the hospital and I say good morning to her, she smiles and talks right to me. When she doesn't come to the hospital, she writes you, doesn't she, Fred? Oh, yes, of course she does, because she loves me. Maybe you don't believe that, Mr. Clover, but I'll show you. Here, this will show you that she loves me. Her letters to me. Go ahead, Take one of them out of the envelope and read it. I'm not ashamed of our love. Yeah, she loves you, all right, Fred. But look. Look at this. Yeah. You've crossed Jimmy's name out wherever it's mentioned and written in your own. Well, of course I did. Don't you see? Virginia's very clever. She wrote those letters to Jimmy, but she knew I'd get them. I knew Virginia wanted it like that. And Jimmy? Jimmy was sick, you know. He thought Virginia really meant them for him. So you stabbed him. You really did kill him, didn't you? Oh, I had to. He was getting worse and worse about Virginia all the time. Why didn't you tell me that when I talked to you in the cell, Fred? Because I'm clever, too. Yes, you are. That was a clever trap you set for me in Virginia's apartment. No, you're wrong. I wasn't clever. Then you got away. Put down that knife, Fred. It won't hurt Mr. Clover. It didn't hurt Jimmy. You said it didn't. Give me my letters. I don't want blood on Virginia's letters. Here are your letters, Fred. My letters? You threw them in the fire. My letters. They're. Bernie, help me. Help me get my letters with you. I can't touch this. Help me. Please help me. Will you help me? Let's change. If you need help, Freddle, you need this for first. He lay there, his body taut, as if unwilling to accept what was happening to him. His mouth hung open in disbelief and a spasm in his fingertips groped for the fireplace in the ashes of his letters. But the final, the complete rejection, was in his eyes open and staring at me. Empty of passion, of insanity even. Cold and empty, his eyes staring and sightless. Broadway's having itself a time it's cocky and it's needling people A step over the line it's making a big muscle and daring the nighttime before it's over It'll gouge chunks out of itself and laugh at its own agony It's Broadway the gaudiest, the most violent the lonesomest mile in the world Broadway play My Beat Broadway's My Beat Stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover, with Charles Calvert as Tartaglia. The musical score was composed and conducted by Alexander Courage, and the program was produced by Elliot Lewis and directed by Gordon T. Hughes. The cast tonight included Peggy Weber, Ted Von Eltz, Mary Jane Croft, Georgia Ellis, Jerry Hausner and Jack Edwards. He's a Jack, he's a knave when it comes to spending a nickel he's an ace in the business of making America laugh and now he's a king of hearts yes, the name is Benny and this Sunday night Jack Benny will formally be named America's king of hearts for 1950. Mary, Dennis, Phil, Don and Rochester will be on hand. And no king ever had such a group of jokers. Join us on all of these CBS stations this Sunday for the Jack Benny Show. Joe Walters speaking. This is cbs where the Goldbergs are Every Saturday night, the Columbia Broadcasting with T Mobile. No trendspotter has to deal with trendspotty service because T Mobile helps keep you connected from the heart of Portland to right where you are on America's largest 5G network. Switch now keep your phone and T Mobile will pay it off up to $800 per line via prepaid cart. Visit your local T Mobile location or learn more@t mobile.com KeepAndSwitch up to four lines via virtual prepaid card allowed 15 days qualifying unlock device, credit service port in 90 plus days device and eligible carrier and timely redemption required. Card has no cash access and expires in six months. When the Moore family ditched cable Internet and switched to Zigly Fiber, they got so much more. Mr. Moore got more upload speed for next level gaming and live streaming to the masses. With reliable service, Mrs. Moore is no longer her family's IT goofy, leaving her more time to stream games into overtime. Let's go. And young Mason Moore got more done quickly uploading HD product demos and video conferencing without freesight, the numbers look good. Brad, you're on mute. Switch from cable Internet to Zibli Fiber and get more of what you love for $65 less per month than cable at zibliefiber.com 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. It's the journey you have to make because all the other streets you ever walked never paid off. But Broadway's different. It twists you into the nighttime and you whirl your puppet dance with the spinning lights. It rocks you and throws you up in the air and beats you against the wall. And you can't quit because Broadway never does. That's how it is on Broadway. My be People go to wrestling matches for a variety of reasons for a change of pace from their own domestic strangleholds. For laughs, for motives which make footnotes in textbooks. And at the bout between Max Magnificent and the Panther man. The faces and the reasons were up to par. I was there because pressure from upstairs ordered me to be there. They said a man was there who was trying to keep a big secret they said to drop everything to see him right now. Right now. He was sitting on the aisle near the tunnel entrance. I walked up to him and nodded. What do you want, Danny? Just talk, Melvin, that's all. And I'd like to watch this. Max. Magnificent. Denny. The first fall's not due for 10 minutes yet. You'll be back before then. Come on, we can talk in the tunnel. All right. Well, what do you want? Julie Dixon. What about her? What about her? Forget you're a big criminal lawyer, Malvin. Make believe you're not quibbling in a courtroom. Make believe there's just you and me. Where's Julie? Forget it, Danny. You know better than that. Forget it. I can't do it that way. The papers are screaming about a Cinderella girl named Julie Dixon. They waste a lot of type about a poor, poor girl getting engaged to a rich, rich lawyer named Alex Malvern. You. Now Julie's gone in a puff of smoke. They say today they've coined a new phrase. Foul play. She's around. She'll be back. Maybe only the foul play phrase bothers the police department. You going to help us, Danny? Danny, forget it, huh? Way off. I'll find Julie. I've got friends. That's why I've got to say it again. Danny, lay off. I mean it. Uh, Cinderella girls are always public property. And the public screaming. I thought you'd help, Melvin. Now it's gotta be done. My way. My way was to a penny arcade on Broadway. The sharpest little stool pigeon I had named Marty. I told him to sing it around. That I knew a lot about. About Julie Dixon's disappearance. That I was primed to make an arrest. And with Marty saying the words I'd put in his mouth, someone might believe them. And that someone might make a move. And I needed that to help me find a lost, strayed or stolen Cinderella girl. At headquarters, I waited for Marty's call. And I fell asleep waiting. And then a bell exploded. At 2 o'clock in the morning. It couldn't stand it anymore and it exploded. Danny Clover speaking. Marty? No, it's not Marty. I'm inviting you to a party, Danny. Want to come? Who is this? A girl. Pier 38, East River, Danny. 3am an hour from now. You're the guest of honor. It's for Julie Dixon. The party. So you'll make it, huh, Danny? All alone. Wouldn't go any other way. Thanks. I didn't wait for 3:00. I left for the east river docks right away. Maybe I was going to be a little early, but I was being a little eager. Pier 38 occupied about 50 front feet of the darkness and lent its own quality of shadows to it toward the river. A couple of tugs huddled together to my right and left, equipment shacks. I should have been looking toward the stern because that's where it came from. Wake up. Wake up, I say. There. Come out of it. I beg your pardon? Come, come, come, come. Wake up, I say. You're quite unintelligible, you know. Now, there, now, open your eyes. Isn't that better? Good morning. Huh? I said good morning. I greeted you. Oh, I greet you. Good morning. Good morning. Where's all this greeting taking place? At the Ashen Hotel, room 312, New York City. And you're Rupert. Rupert. How did I get here? Rupert, I found you on Pier 38. Did you hit me first on the back of the head, Rupert? Oh, no, no, no, no. But I did kick you. That is, I stumbled over you. That's what made me know you were there. I brought you here in a cab. What were you doing on Pier 38, Rupert? Well, sir, every night. Every night after the matches, I go to the waterfront and look toward England and make a wish. The same wish, sir, that I was back in Crofton on Willow. Why aren't you back there, Rupert? Because I'm not. Max Magnificent doesn't wrestle in England until the summer. Max Magnificent? Yes, of course. I'm his valid. I spray the ring for him, carry his robe. Rupert, where's Max? The Magnificent is in the next room having his hair done. Thanks, Rupert. Will you be staying to breakfast, sir? Kippers in 10 minutes. Well, well, I see you're up and around. Glad to see it. Max Magnificent wishes he could sleep that well. How do you like it? No, I don't mean Mabel the hairdresser. I mean my hair. The flamingo bob. I call it Fancy. Huh? Fancy. Well, here it is. I got it all ready. Max Magnificent. Look what it says. To an all American lad. From your idol, Max Magnificent. Fancy, can I talk to you without the hairdresser? With my hair half up in curlers? You're kidding, baby. Go ahead, talk to me. Mabel doesn't understand nothing except hair anyway. Talk. Talk to me. Maybe I'm being coincidental. Max. Mabel, calm the curls. Don't yank them out of my head. You say a man I know came to see you wrestle last night when he was supposed to be worried. Max. Man named Alex Malvern. Oh, Max Magnificent welcomes him to the ever growing list of his staunch admirers. Hey, I did that Good. Yeah. And Alex Melvin worries because his fiance, one Julie Dixon, is missing. I talked to him. Worried, huh? Then I got slugged. Then I wake up in the tender care of Rupert, valet for Max Magnificent. Hey, that makes a circle, huh? Go ahead, go ahead. This is real goose pimply talk. What's with Julie Dixon, Max? You know. Oh, asking me questions will no sense finish me, Mabel. This guy just got boring. What about Julie Dixon? Mabel, hand me the mirror. Julie Dixon. Oh, the flamingo, Bob. The fans will eat it up. You know something? You Mr. Standing there? I can't hear you no more. You better go, mister. Mabel's gotta scent me. The lavender Mabel. Max Magnificent swept up the train of his magnificent brocaded robe with a hairy paw. Swept up Mabel. His lady barber, with his other hairy paw motioned me magnificently to the door. And through it all maintained the magnificent grace and delicacy of a quaffed and perfumed gorilla. All that magnificence deserved some historical research. So I put a call through to Sergeant at Ataglia to get on it. To bring me up to date on how and why and when and where Max and Rupert got so magnificent, so regally considerate of a poor beaten up policeman. And then I went back to the beginning. And the beginning was the lawyer, Alex Malvern. Sure I can't offer you a drink, Danny? A noon cocktail to take the bitter taste out of your mouth? You've come a long way, Melvin. I can remember when it was a toss up who'd get to where mayhem was first, you or me. You mean I was a shyster? An ambulance chaser? It doesn't shame me, Danny. We all have to grub for nickels one way or another. Here's to you, Danny. I told you at the wrestling matches. It bothers us police about Julie Dixon. Gets worse all the time. So I see those black and blue marks, Danny. They hurt, don't they? I know they hurt because I know a girl you were going to marry. The paper said the brightest torch you ever carried. The paper said true. She disappears, you don't even cry. You don't even ask for help. Is that how it gets when you're big, Malvern? You see the walnut paneling in my office, Danny? It cost a fortune. This private bar upholstered in Florentine leather. A fortune. Those golden girls, my secretaries who wait on me hand and foot like I was a king. Also a fortune. None of this I got by asking anybody for help. So we've got nothing more to say to each other, huh? Danny? Glad you dropped in, though. I enjoyed that, Melvin. I speak only as a jury of one, but it was very impressive. I really enjoyed it. Out, Danny. I'm busy. You're going to throw me out, Melvin? Because that's how it'll have to be. There are lots of ways. One way, I could pick up the phone, talk to a friend. This friend listens when I talk. And because he listens, they could put you in the middle of Fifth Avenue helping visitors dodge the terrible traffic. Do that, Maverick. Do it, Danny. Now you got a good reason. A better one. Do it, Danny. Danny, take it easy. Here's the phone. King. Call your friend. Forget it, Danny. Forget it? Forget. I never said it. I only thought it would be better if I found Julie in my own way. That's all there is to it, Danny, I swear. When did she disappear? Five days ago. We were in a cab going to a theater. The cab slowed down for a light and all of a sudden Julie jumps out. I haven't seen her since. You didn't say anything, leave anything? Just a bag with all her money in it. She didn't even say goodbye. She'd been acting funny for days. She was. Where's the bag? Here. Right here, Danny. Take it if you want. Yeah. Lipstick, compact, money. Hey, What, Danny? This newspaper clipping. This picture of Max Magnificence. You didn't tell me about that. Why should I? Doesn't mean anything. Julie liked wrestling matches. Maybe Max Magnificent was a hero. She made me take it to see him once. Yeah. Fix your $20 tie, Malvern. It got wrinkled somehow. It deserved a social call on Max Magnificent, but I was polite. I phoned first, which was the proper thing to do because he wasn't at his hotel. The Magnificent had gone to the armory early. They said he needed time to perfume his person and his dressing room before his performance tonight, they said. However, I could talk to his valet, they said. I said, no, thanks. At the deserted armory, I followed Max Espoor down a long cavern and into a whitewashed dressing room that brought me face to face with Rupert. Oh, Mr. Clover, how very nice of you to be here when I need you so desperately. Later, Rupert. Where's Max Magnificent? He's there. That. On the floor in the corner. He sleeps on concrete because he's so rugged. The Magnificent is not asleep, Mr. Clover. He's dead. What? You see, Mr. Clover? Yeah. Yeah, I see Rupert. I didn't touch him, Mr. Clover. So you police would find him just as I found him only a moment ago. That is the custom, isn't it, Mr. Clover. Yes, Rupert? That knife. It is back. That means he was murdered. Murdered? The magnificent is dead, Mr. Clover. Long live the Magnificent. You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. The cream of the fun and songs on Arthur Godfrey's daytime shows are now brought to you in a half hour special Godfrey Digest, every Saturday night on cbs. So if a date with the dentist, the hairdressers, if a traffic ticket in court kept you from hearing one of the daytime shows this week, or if you want a fast half hour of humor and songs by Jeanette Davis, Bill Lawrence and the Mariners, listen in this Saturday night to the Godfrey Digest on most of these same CBS stations. Broadway is a place that can fool. You can walk by the lost and the broken and the dying without batting an eye. But when one of its own lies dead, Broadway tears its collective breast, dons the sackcloth and ashes and sends up a shrieking lament that can be heard round the world. And for a little while you believe it. You believe Broadway is heartbroken because death came on a man who called himself Max Magnificent and stuck up knife in his back. You believe Broadway has found torment because it lost a Cinderella girl named Julie Dixon. Then you take a good look at Broadway. You know you're out of your mind. But you stay with it because you're a cop. And as a cop, you're Broadway's conscience. And as a conscience, you've got a helper, namely Sergeant Gino Tartaglia. Danny, sometimes when I can't go to sleep nights, I analyze my relationship with you. And I have come to the conclude, to the conclusion that I am what is technically known as a mother's helper. And I'm very proud of you, Gino. Ah, Danny, stop it. Well, item one. The boys in the lab say that after a detailed check of the fingerprints of Max Magnificent, he turns out to be an ordinary human being with a name as common as Clover or Tartaglia. Oh, yeah. Honest, Danny. Max Magnificent was none other than Joanna Joe Warner. Huh. And Joe Warner was none other than who? Tataglia. A guy who we once picked up for attempted blackmail. Badge again. Who was the girl? That we don't know. But we're still working on it. Item two. The missing girl, Julie Dixon, is known to have withdrawn her entire savings from the Corn Exchange bank the day before said Julie Dixon disappeared. How much savings? A goodly sum, $3,000. As you say, goodly. Maybe that explains why she didn't need her bag when she jumped out of Melbourne's cabin? Possibly. Danny, may I continue? Please do. Item 3. Detective Mugavan is even now on the tail of the famous and renowned lawyer Alex Malvern. And Detective Kenny is even now on the tail of Rupert the valet and Julie Dixon's description. Description? Description. Tartaglia. It's out. Any reports on it? No. No, Danny. Well, get on it, Tartaglia. Check again. Every railway station, every pawn shop, every Everything. You'll remember, won't you, Tataglia? Oh, I promise, Danny. Oh, I just remembered I forgot something. I'm glad for you, Tataglia. Oh, thank you, Danny. I just remembered. You got a call from someone named Sophie Wojcieckowski. Huh? Yeah, Sophie Wojcieckowski. She skates on roller skates at the roller derby at Madison Square Garden. She says come meet her at 8 tonight. There's something about Julie Dixon. She said, Danny, Danny, can I help with him? I forgot. I got so much on my mind. Mrs. Tataga. Living Kim's items. You waiting to see me? If your name's Sophie Wojkowski, I am. Well, you don't have a scorecard, huh? Else you'd know. Everybody knows number 12 is Sophie Wyatkowski. I'm Danny Clover. Oh. What about Julie Dixon, Sophie? Oh, Julie and me used to borrow our skate key from the same guy. How long ago was that? Oh, years and years and years. I mean, we grew up together. Practically. Then we grew up. Then she got married, then she went away. Then I never heard of her. Then yesterday came. Yesterday was something special? Not especially special, except a guy called me upon the telephone and asked me if I knew the whereabouts of Julie. I told him no, because I don't. And the guy said a bad word and hung up. What guy? The guy I was talking to up on the telephone. Oh, you mean his name? He didn't say. Now, let's go back a little bit. You said Julie was married to a man named Joe Warner. That I don't know. Except I heard from sources close to the roller rink that he deserted her, ran away to Texas. I heard this was about three years ago. Then the reason you called was to tell me about the phone call? Well, not exactly. You see, I saw Julie yesterday, later, after the guy called. Upon the telephone, huh? Sure. She said she was broke. She came to borrow some money. How much did you lend her? Not a cent, because that's how much I had at the time. She said thank you and walked out of my life again. Oh, the woman's team will take their places. One minute. Hey, Look, I gotta go now. That's all I know, Mr. Clover. Come on. I watched Sophie clatter onto the track, watched her rabbit punch one of the contenders, trip another sharp right cross to another. And then Sophie Wojcikovsky had a clear field. It wasn't fun anymore. So I got out and I began to add it up. Julie's husband had deserted her, Sophie said. And in Julie's bank had been a picture of Max Magnificent, who was Joe Warner. And Julie had gone through $3,000 fast, even for a girl like Julie. And the sum could be blackmail and murder. Except one factor was missing from the equation. Julie Dixon. And at headquarters, Sergeant Dattaglia was being mother's helper like anything. Danny, I think what we boys got on this Julie Dixon will help you like anything. Oh, yeah. Now, sit down, Danny. Sit down. This is big. You ready? We have discovered that Julie Dixon was married to Joe Werner. Later Max Magnificent. And there is no indication that a divorce happened in the family. You're right, Tartaglia. You've made a big discovery. Thank you, Danny, thank you. But I have here another item that is not so happy. Rupert the valet has disappeared from the tail of Kenny the detective. What? Don't go away, Tataglia. Where would I go? Danny Clover speaking. Mr. Clover, I am Howard Jones, the mentor of a sanctuary you people call a pawn shop. We'll try to do better. Is that all you want? Not What I want, Mr. Clover. What you people want. Julie Dixon. She was in my place not an hour ago. How do you know it was Julie Dixon? She fits the description lots of women might. True, true. But she pawned a platinum and diamond bracelet with her initials on the back of it. I gave her $50, but only because I'm a friend of mine. Okay, okay. What name did she give you? Mary Smith. Address? Hotel at 2617 East 8th Street. Thank you. Howard Jones. D'artaglia. Yeah. Danny, don't go away. I won't. Hey, Danny, don't forget your ha. You the desk clerk? No, I'm the scrub lady, Mac, But I got worried. There's no vacancy. So go try another fleabag, huh, Mac? This one suits me fine. I'm looking for a girl. Oh, in that case, you want the Lonely Hearts Club. Three blocks down, up two flights. Tell them I recommend you for membership. A girl, Julie Dixon. What room is she in? Scrub. For this, I got two answers. I doubt if one of our guests, if she has a name, Julie Dixon, would sign this same name on the register. Answer number two is, why should I answer you at all, Mac? Good question. Good answer. Plain clothes dick with badge to match. Oh, impresses me. Tell me how much. This much. Mac, I am a room clerk in this hostel. Room? We have a guest. A gorgeous doll occupying our diplomat suit. It's possible this girl could be the girl whom you of the John Dahmer. What room? Try number 18. That's the suit with the washstand. If you want room savers, just scream, huh? Police. Get away from here. Your name? Julie Dixon. I said get away from here. Get away before I make it real tough for you. Go ahead. You ask for it, mister. Help. Help. Somebody help. Such a pretty dress. Ripping it won't help it at all. Somebody. Please. Please. Please. That's me. Police. What? Badge and all. Look. Okay, let's go inside. Police. That's right, Julie. You want to tell me now or later? Doesn't matter a whole lot. No. No, it doesn't. Nothing matters anymore. What do you want? Not so much. Just fill me in. You are paying blackmail. To whom? To a nursemaid. To a nursemaid? To my husband, a nursemaid who called himself Rupert. He had something to sell you. Like this. My husband? Joe Warner. Joe Warner? Or Max Magnificent, whatever you want to call him. I thought he was dead. We were never divorced and I thought he was dead. What made you think your husband was dead when he wasn't? Papers. Joe was in Texas at the time. You know, the time the tanker blew up. Texas City. A disaster in 47, huh? Papers listed a man named Joe Ornadette. Certain it was my husband. He was in Texas City then. Yeah. They still don't know how many people died there. Or who. So I met Alex Malvern and I fell in love with him, and he fell in love with me. And we were gonna get married. It's the way I am when I fall in love with a man and he falls in love with me. So Joel changes his name to Max Magnificent, becomes a wrestler with a hairdo and hires himself a valet named Rupert. Max, hairdo and valet show up in New York, right? Yes. Rupert came to me and said he wanted money to keep my first marriage quiet. More than that, Julie. It was the kind of marriage you had, wasn't it? A partnership for blackmail. A partnership to work the badger game. That's why you paid him the $3,000 you drew from the bank. That's why it was worth that. To keep Melvin from knowing what I used to be. But it was no good. So I ran away. Ran away and I've been running ever since. You got nothing to Worry about anymore, Julie. Except one thing. Whether Alex will have me now that. Maybe that. But the other thing. Your husband's been murdered. You had the motive, the opportunity maybe, and you're running away. Murderers do that. I've been terribly impolite. I've been listening. You don't mind that, do you, Mr. Clover? Glad to have you aboard, Rupert. Your name was being bandied about. I'll kill him. So help me, I'll kill him. Take it easy, Julie. Thank you, sir. Else I would have killed her before your very eyes. Like you killed Max? Yes, of course. He had the body of an ox, but his insides were not fortitudinous at all. Yellow is the word for Max. Magnificent. I laugh at the name. Why did you come here, Rupert? I've been following you, Mr. Clover. I want you to be happy before you die. Now that you found Julie, you'd find me then. You tried to have me executed for murder. I just couldn't stand that. One more thing, Rupert. Just to make me a happy man. You said Max was yellow. I said it because I meant it. He suddenly changed his mind about blackmailing Julie. Let the kid alone. She deserves a break. Those were his very words. I tried to argue him out of his faint heart. There were words. He had muscles. I had a knife. I won the argument. Julie, you have such poor taste in husbands. You ruined it. You ruin everything. Do we? Watch out your food. I told her. Yeah, you told her. Good. Rupert crashed into the washstand. The gun clattered out of his hands. And then, like some crazed animal, he scurried forward in the half light. So there was only one thing to do. Then I bent over Julie to try to help her, to somehow ease the pain of the wound in her shoulder. And she did something strange. She shook her head and motioned me away. And in her eyes there was something that could have been agony or happiness or something I didn't know about. When the ambulance came, she walked into it and lay down and fell asleep. Rupert was different. He screamed and tore at my face. So I had to give him the anesthetic once more. Broadway's wearing its harlequin clothes and it winks an eye and beckons and a pale and hungry girl Walks its pavements like a queen Because Broadway's a dream street and a fat man stands with begging eyes because he just found out his last dream didn't come true It's a laugh or a cry with nothing in between It's Broadway the great giest 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 musical score was composed and conducted by Alexander Courage and the program was produced by Elliot Lewis and directed by Gordon T. Hughes. The cast tonight included Vivi Janis, Bill Johnstone, Virginia Gregg, Jay Novello, Junius Matthews and Larry Dobkin. Molly Goldberg's being visited tomorrow night by an old flame, and Jake's really burned up. Yes, romance has flowered in the Goldbergs apartment this week, and this Saturday night, Jake takes action against Molly's old bow. 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