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Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.
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Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.
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Broadway where darkness drains through the scarlet of neon before it's called night and the crowd gathers the people of twilight till dawn. The crowd that coils upon itself then lashes out into the furious streets. You move with it, afraid to look back over your shoulder because the sound drifting by you. Was it a laugh or a cry? There's nothing in between. It's Broadway, My Beat. The message was handed to me at my desk at headquarters, and the message was specific. The courtyard of the Marbury Apartments in Greenwich Village. And the message had a code number to make the matter more easily classified murder translated into two digits. It is my department, so I went there. The courtyard surrounded by slabs of building. Nothing except the cascade of a fountain. Tossing the filtered yellow lights from apartment windows. That and a girl lying there, her fingers trailing in the water. And a woman standing beside her being angry about the whole thing.
Viola Walker
Well, well. I see you finally got here.
Podcast Host
I finally did. Who are you?
Viola Walker
Now it starts. Who am I? What am I doing here? What's this all about? How much of this is going to be in the papers?
Podcast Host
Probably all of it. You call the questions. Answer them.
Viola Walker
Viola Walker, owner, manager of the Marbury Apartments. Look it up. Age? None of your business. And the girl lying there is a tenant, Hope Anderson. She's dead. Now. What about the newspapers?
Podcast Host
That bothers you? Why?
Viola Walker
Look, listen to me. I've got an apartment house here. Respectable for girls only. Sure, they can have men callers at certain hours. Who am I to warp young women by? No men callers, but respectable. Understand that, mister? The newspapers. The girl, Hope Anderson. I told you that she's dead. I told you that, too.
Podcast Host
Yeah, you did, and I believed you. Now try me on. How come you're here?
Viola Walker
This way. I was on the balcony of my apartment. That one up there. I was sniffing the moonlight. I looked down on the fountain. Cause it goes with the moonlight. Hope Anderson lying there didn't go with anything at all.
Podcast Host
Go on.
Viola Walker
I came down, saw what happened. Then I posted a notice on the bulletin board. No one allowed in the courtyard tonight. Then I call headquarters. Look, mister, don't you want to look at that? The gun lying there. I saw it. How come you didn't see it?
Podcast Host
Yeah, equipped with a silencer. More about the girl, Ms. Walker.
Viola Walker
How do I know? She roomed in apartment six with. With, let me see. Jackie Logan and Jackie Logan.
Podcast Host
Tell me about her.
Viola Walker
Sure. She roomed in apartment six with Hope Anderson. And she's been out all night. Now listen to me. If the newspapers get this, it'll give my apartment house a bad reputation.
Podcast Host
Death by violence creates its own patterns of behavior. For some, the pattern is desolation. The paths of shock, then anguish, then emptiness. For Viola Walker, it was none of these. An animal had crawled into her backyard and died. For her, it was simply a matter of removal. But a policeman. A policeman has no choice. For him, the pattern is known, laid out, to be followed. So I followed it. The body of a girl who was once Hope Anderson was taken away. The gun that had killed her was turned over to the experts of death. The men in technical and the policeman. The policeman went back to the Marbury Apartments to talk to the good friend of a Dead girl?
Jackie Logan
Yeah. Yeah, Mr. Clover. I was Hope's friend. Girls like Hope and me, we don't have a friend in the world. So we nail onto each other. That makes it bearable.
Podcast Host
And now that Hope's dead, how will it be, Jackie?
Jackie Logan
Unbearable.
Podcast Host
For a while.
Jackie Logan
Maybe for a long time. Want me to brew you some instant coffee under the hot water faucet? Sometimes it comes out good.
Podcast Host
Thanks. I'd like some.
Jackie Logan
You'll have it in an instant. What I always say is, what I always like about this town is you can always get hot water. This can get to be something desired, something hoped for. Here you are, Mr. Clover.
Podcast Host
Thanks. Well, that's good. I missed mine this morning.
Jackie Logan
Yeah, me too.
Podcast Host
Tell me about Hope, Jackie.
Jackie Logan
Hope was a girl like me, only more attractive, more sought after, as the saying goes.
Podcast Host
And she did have other friends?
Jackie Logan
Well, yeah.
Podcast Host
All right, let's start with them.
Jackie Logan
I'd say there were two. That's right, two. And they were like in a novel, Mr. Clover. An older man and a young man. The young man with a fire inside him that could burn him up. The older man with a fire that was dying out. Rivals for the favors of Hope Anderson. I phrase it this way because I read novels in my leisure time. They're so lifelike.
Podcast Host
And their names.
Jackie Logan
Care for another cup of instant coffee?
Podcast Host
Only their names, Jackie.
Jackie Logan
There's something else you should know about Hope and me, Mr. Clover. We never discuss names, manners, education, how they treat little animals, bank accounts, but never names. Sure you don't want any more coffee?
Podcast Host
No. But do something else for me, Jackie. Keep thinking about the names. When you remember them. Maybe it'll be better all around if you come to me at headquarters.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Danny. Danny.
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Yeah.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Hi.
Podcast Host
Hello, Titaglia.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Hi.
Podcast Host
Okay, okay. What about it? What did Technical turn up with facts? You'll tell me, huh?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Technical report. To wit. The gun found at the scene of the fountain was a Luger of the type much sought after as souvenirs from the last and costliest war. It had been recently cleaned and had been fired only once. And you know what?
Podcast Host
Do it gently, D'Anglia. What?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
It was only fired only once because there had been only one bullet in the clip. Said bullet was found postmortemly to be the one that killed Hope Anderson. Now comes the good pot.
Podcast Host
I'm clutching onto the desk.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
There were fingerprints on the gun. Fingerprints that can be and were identified. Last night we sent the Prince and Code to Washington. This morning they came back with a name and address.
Podcast Host
And it's who?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Alan Harper, late of the U.S. naval, where he served. Well and honorable address, 8950 Madison Avenue. How did I do, madam?
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Lieutenant Dandy Tartaglia. Just Jim Dandy.
Philip Warren
Yes, what is it?
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The doorman told me to ask at this apartment. I'm looking for Alan Harper.
Philip Warren
Alan is not here. Didn't the doorman tell you that too?
Podcast Host
He did, but I need to find out for myself. I'm from.
Philip Warren
If you're a friend of Alan's, believe me when I tell you that he's not here. If you're not a friend, it would be rudeness to prolong this, wouldn't it?
Podcast Host
You didn't let me finish. I'm from the police.
Philip Warren
Oh, Alan's in trouble, then?
Podcast Host
I didn't say that. Let's talk inside, shall we?
Philip Warren
Mr. Philip Warren. I'm Alan's stepfather.
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Inside, Mr. Warren.
Mrs. Vera Warren
Yes.
Philip Warren
Yes, of course. Alan's mother is my wife. Perhaps if you told me what you.
Podcast Host
Want with Alan, you could make it easier for her. Exactly why do you think you need to do that, Mr. Warren? What frightens you about my wanting Alan Harper? Why?
Philip Warren
Why? Only that when a policeman comes to one's door, one assumes there's been violence in some greater or lesser degree.
Mrs. Vera Warren
Violence? Did I hear violence? Philip, I. Oh.
Philip Warren
This gentleman is from the police, Vera.
Podcast Host
Mr. Danny Clover.
Philip Warren
Mr. Danny Clover. My wife, Mrs. Vera Warren.
Mrs. Vera Warren
The police.
Philip Warren
It's about Alan, Vera. Mr. Clover came to the door and said he was looking for Alan. I tried to find out. Why because I wanted to spare you.
Mrs. Vera Warren
Spare me from what? Philip? I'm sure Alan never in his life did anything his mother could be ashamed of. What do you want with Alan, Mr. Clover?
Podcast Host
Is he here, Mrs. Warren?
Mrs. Vera Warren
No. You may look for yourself if you find it compulsory not to believe me.
Podcast Host
Where is he?
Mrs. Vera Warren
I don't know. That can't surprise you, Mr. Clover. Alan is a man. Let Mr. Clover speak himself. Philip. He hasn't finished. You were saying, Mr. Clover?
Podcast Host
I was saying where would Alan hide if he were wanted for murder?
Philip Warren
You see, I knew. I felt it. I felt it was something that.
Mrs. Vera Warren
What could you have felt about Alan Phillips? Alan is my son.
Philip Warren
My only men. Nothing, Vera. Nothing.
Mrs. Vera Warren
You said murder, Mr. Clover. Whose murder?
Podcast Host
Hope Anderson's.
Mrs. Vera Warren
Oh, yes, I read about it in the papers. And you think Alan murdered that girl, this Ms. Anderson?
Podcast Host
His fingerprints were on the gun that killed her.
Mrs. Vera Warren
Nothing, nothing will make me believe my boy is a murderer. And I don't know where he's hiding. Hiding? That's your word. May Alan forgive me for using it. Vera, show Mr. Clover to the door. Philip, I'm sure we have nothing else to say.
Philip Warren
Yes, Vera. Come, Mr. Clover. Please.
Podcast Host
Please, Mrs. Warren. If you know anything, show me the door. Warren.
Philip Warren
One moment, Mr. Clover.
Podcast Host
Yes?
Philip Warren
Vera knows where Alan is. So do I.
Podcast Host
Why are you telling me, Mr. One?
Philip Warren
Because I believe it will go better with Alan if you find him. The life of a fugitive is not a savory one, Mr. Clover. The boy should have given himself up. The boy must have been.
Podcast Host
Where is he?
Philip Warren
He has a cabin on the beach at Montauk. He called Vera and told her he was there. Vera told me. And I'm.
Podcast Host
Where in Montauk?
Philip Warren
It's rather remote, hard to find. I have it. I'll draw you a map.
Podcast Host
And he did. In a neat hand, with landmarks and compass headings so that it would be impossible to miss the place. I stopped at a lunch counter for spud nuts and coffee until the Long island train was ready to leave. At Montauk there was no cab waiting, so I had to walk. The beach was narrow and pebbled, hugging the slow curve of the ocean. And to the left, the high sand dunes, here and there flecked with the remains of an early season's bonfire. It was warm for early spring and no movement but the pound and heave of surf and the spray. There was a speck down the beach. In a while it became a cabin. And a figure standing there before it. A man dressed in flannel shirt and dungarees, no shoes. I walked up to him. Hello.
Church Member
Hello. Beautiful day, huh? Fine day for walking.
Podcast Host
Yeah, it is. You're Alan Harper, all right? Yeah.
Church Member
My name's Harper.
Podcast Host
Police? Uh huh. You shouldn't have run, Harper. Whatever your story is now, it's a bad story.
Church Member
It's bad from the beginning.
Podcast Host
What happened, you and the girl, Hope Anderson. What reason did you have for killing her?
Church Member
None. That's why I didn't kill her. That's why my story's bad.
Podcast Host
I'll listen to it.
Church Member
She had just told me she was in love with me. Just then, at that moment, she made up her mind and she was sure of it. And just then, at that moment, she died.
Podcast Host
How?
Church Member
Shot, I guess. It was a funny popping noise. Hope fell. Then something clattered at my feet. A gun. A Luger. Somebody threw it there. I picked it up and tried to fire at someone who was running away. Nothing. No more bullets.
Podcast Host
There's someone. Did you see Alan? The picture held for an instant. The boy clawing at his chest and the life spilling from him. The pain sharp and precise and focused that pinched at my shoulder and flared out and it wavered. Dissolved, I thought, lying there, looking at the single pebble that somehow was in my outstretched hand. How red it was, our orange show, how it spun like a million spinning lights. And there was nothing. Nothing at all.
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Broadway is a carnival of shadows that walk the neon midway and scream when they've been cheated of an attraction. They bought it, they paid for it. It belongs to them, to the ravenous shadows. They told me Broadway felt that way about me. It made Broadway's front pages. They told me how a kid found me on the beach at Montauk, lying under a web of seaweed, how the body of Alan Harper was torn out of the fingers of the hungry tide. They told me how I'd been taken to a small hospital overlooking the sea and Broadway was wounded because a spectacle like that should have been played in Broadway's own gutter. Then a quiet voice told me I had a visitor, Sergeant Gino Tortaglia.
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Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Danny. Danny, speak to me.
Podcast Host
Good morning, Sergeant Totaglia.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Good morning. Good morning, Lieutenant Clover. I hope you are in the mood for a visitor from the beyond.
Podcast Host
From the beyond?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Yeah, from all the way beyond Manhattan. All my life I lived in New York. I never realized such a place like this existed. In the outskirts.
Podcast Host
You can speak up to Taglia. I'm not dead, Danny.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
How can I tell you how glad I am to hear that from your own lips? I've been visiting here for two days now. This is the first time they let me see you. There ought to be a law.
Podcast Host
How do you got in that package, Tartaglia?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Oh, a get well confection from Mrs. Tartaglia. Last night she went to the Mixmaster and beat up an old Italian recipe that makes people get well. Here, here, Danny, it's for you.
Podcast Host
Thank Mrs. Tartaglia for me.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
We'll call you. Feel up to official business, Danny, in.
Podcast Host
The physical wreck you are in, I'm up to it. The question is, are you?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Oh, sure, Danny, sure. I'm in the pink. Well, let's get down to official business. You need not think, Danny, that we have been lax at the department during your regrettable absence. We have been on the ball.
Podcast Host
Congratulations.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Thank you. We have found, for example, that the footprints leading to the dune from which your assailant shot at you and the deceased, Allan Harper. Said footprints have been obliterated beyond recognition by the sands of time.
Podcast Host
That's a big ball. What else?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
The bullets extracted from you and the said deceased, Mr. Harper, have no similarity to any bullets, living or dead, that have been used in the commission of any previous murders or attacks.
Podcast Host
Jolly. Anything else?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
No, no, nothing, Danny. Except that the funeral of the deceased, Mr. Harper, is taking place this afternoon at 2:00 in the Orwell cemetery.
Podcast Host
Oh, go tell the nurse I want my clothes to Taglia.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Danny, you got it in your mind to Leave ee. You can't do that. You are pale and wet and weak.
Podcast Host
I get my clothes to Taglia. I have to go to a funeral. Outside of Montauk, it began to rain and a misty drizzle that seemed suspended, melting the houses and movement and sky into a sudden blur. And it held. Later, when we'd gotten back into the city and Tartaglia let me off at Orwell Cemetery, the rain seemed to have let up some, but it was still there. The wet, the chill, the grayness. At the gate, a man answered my question by pointing to a small group of people gathered about a mound of newly turned earth. I waited. Then when they moved away, when there was only one figure standing there, a woman. Then I walked up to her. A woman with eyes closed against the shape of her son's final identity with the world. Mrs. Warren. Mrs. Warren. I didn't have a chance to tell you how sorry I am.
Mrs. Vera Warren
You're.
Podcast Host
I'm Danny Clover, Mrs. Warren. We've met. I was at your home.
Mrs. Vera Warren
Yes. Yes, I know you, Mr. Clover. You want to talk to. To me, don't you?
Podcast Host
There's no hurry.
Mrs. Vera Warren
Consider it this way, Mr. Clover. Grief isn't a simple thing. It's made up of so much. The lost times and memories, so many later. And there's this all mixed up with it. The only thing in my heart that I know the words for. Find out who killed my son.
Podcast Host
We'll do that. We'll do that, Mrs. Warren.
Mrs. Vera Warren
You see, when he came home, When Alan came home from the Navy, he found Philip there. Philip? My husband. I had married again. I didn't tell Alan.
Podcast Host
That's why Alan moved up to that cabin in Montauk.
Mrs. Vera Warren
I tried to get Alan to like Philip. Philip understood. Did everything to make. Well, it was difficult.
Podcast Host
And Alan's friends. This is the thing we have to know. Somewhere. Someplace your son. Your son touched another person. And because of. He was killed.
Mrs. Vera Warren
I don't know. After Alan met Philip, it seemed he didn't trust me. His friends were his secret.
Podcast Host
How about Hope Anderson? She was his friend. Your son told me that. His good friend, Mrs. Warren. He was with her when she died.
Mrs. Vera Warren
I don't know. I didn't know.
Podcast Host
Listen to me. It could have happened like this. Whoever shot Hope Anderson had meant to shoot Allen. Whoever that was missed the first time. Killed Hope instead.
Mrs. Vera Warren
Maybe.
Podcast Host
Maybe we'd better go now, Mrs. Warren. It's starting to rain harder.
Mrs. Vera Warren
Hugo. I'll be all right. Somehow, the rain. Well, it doesn't matter. I'll be all right. Mr. Clover.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Hold still, Danny. I don't want the knot in your tie. Should look sloppy. There. Well, Danny, if I do say so myself, I feel much better now. You are arrayed in dry clothes.
Podcast Host
Thanks for helping me change the taglia. My arm in a sling.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
What am I going to do with you, Danny? You rise out of a sickbed without permission. You go to a funeral, stand in a wet rain, get wet. Any one of these things could have waited.
Podcast Host
I wonder if she's still there. Tadaglia. I tried to take her home, but she wouldn't let me.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Who, Danny?
Podcast Host
Mrs. Warren. It's still raining. To Daglia.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Exactly. And you are to stay out of seine. You hear me, Danny?
Podcast Host
Okay. Okay.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Good. Now I will bring you in a visitor who has been waiting to see you.
Podcast Host
Who?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
A dame. A lady by the name Viola Walker.
Podcast Host
Why didn't you tell me she was here?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
I thought it was more imperative you should get in the dry. Okay, okay. I said I'd bring her in. You go right in.
Viola Walker
It's positively outrageous the way a citizen is treated around here. How long do you think you can keep a citizen waiting? After all, you're only a public servant.
Podcast Host
You could write a letter to a newspaper, Ms. Walker.
Viola Walker
You see? You see how you treat us? The innocent victims of injustice, the downtrodden.
Podcast Host
I'd bleed for you, Ms. Walker. Who could have done you an injustice? Give it a name.
Viola Walker
Jackie Logan. That's the name. That's the thing that did it to me.
Podcast Host
Jackie. What did she do when you were.
Viola Walker
At the Marbury Apartments? The apartments I preside over. I told you they were nothing if not respectable. Remember that?
Podcast Host
I remember. I remember. A girl was murdered there, too. Hope Anderson, wasn't it?
Viola Walker
I'm like a mother to those girls. They have no secrets from me. I keep none from them.
Podcast Host
You're hurt because Jackie kept a secret from you.
Viola Walker
She's no good, that one. She's rotten and ungrateful. She knows more about Hope's murder than you'll ever find out. I wanted her to tell me about it. To talk it over like mother to daughter. So that we could both share it with with you. Police.
Podcast Host
Thanks.
Viola Walker
And do you know what the snip did to me? She moved out, bag and baggage. And when I pleaded with her to come back. Do you know what she did to me?
Podcast Host
You'll tell me anyway, won't you, Miss Wallace?
Viola Walker
She slapped me and scratched my face. See?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
See?
Viola Walker
Look at this horrible scar. You've got to arrest her.
Podcast Host
Where is she?
Viola Walker
I made a point of Finding that out, she's at the Kearney Hotel in the Bowery. A dirty, pest ridden fleabag. Imagine she left my elegant apartments for that.
Podcast Host
All right, Ms. Walker, you can go now.
Viola Walker
But I'm not finished.
Podcast Host
I said you could go. Get out of my sight. Ms. Walker. Jackie. Jackie Logan, Open up. It's Danny Clover. Jackie, Come.
Jackie Logan
Come in.
Podcast Host
Yeah. The place was a mess. Like a big wind had ripped in through there and died like that. And as if somebody had tried desperately hard to destroy everything he could lift or turn over. The bed had been slammed up into a corner and the headboard wrenched off so that the edge of the mattress touched the floor. And on it, a girl, Jackie Logan Stone, staring with unbelieving eyes. Thin lines of blood crisscrossed her face like some abstract design of horror. And over all of it, the pink and blue that stuttered through the window from a sign that read Kearney Hotel. You're home away from home. Jackie. Jackie, what happened?
Jackie Logan
He'll die. I swear he'll die.
Podcast Host
Tell me. Tell me, Jackie, who was it? I'll get you some water. Here, drink this.
Jackie Logan
I can't. I can't.
Podcast Host
We'll get you to a doctor.
Jackie Logan
Don't touch me.
Podcast Host
Later, then. Tell me about it.
Jackie Logan
Nothing. I fell down.
Podcast Host
Look, someone tried to kill you.
Jackie Logan
I fell down.
Podcast Host
Why didn't he kill you? Hope Anderson's dead. And Alan Harper. Why didn't he kill you, Jackie?
Jackie Logan
He thought I was dead. He beat me, thought I was dead.
Podcast Host
Who? Tell me who.
Jackie Logan
That's gonna be my way, because he thinks I'm dead. I got a good thing, Jackie.
Podcast Host
Look, I can arrest you even with you like this, for withholding evidence. Don't you know that?
Jackie Logan
Jackie, I'm delirious. I don't know what I said. Nothing happened.
Podcast Host
He beat you because you know something about him. Because you know he killed Hope Anderson. And why? Is that why you were blackmailing him? Jackie.
Jackie Logan
I felt her.
Podcast Host
Don't you want to get back at whoever did this?
Jackie Logan
I done that. Ask her. Ask Mrs. Warren. She. Get me a doctor. Mr. Clover.
Podcast Host
The police ambulance came and took her away, and its siren was loud to cover the sound of her screaming. Then I went to the Warren apartment. The doorman told me that they weren't at home, that they'd gone somewhere. To Montauk, he thought. So I went there. This time it was night and rain. The sounds of desolation that only the wind and the sea can shape. And finally, the cabin with its feeble yellow light washing against the darkness.
Mrs. Vera Warren
Mr. Clover, stand where you are, Mr. Clover.
Podcast Host
I came at the right time, didn't I? Mrs. Warren, maybe you'd better give me that gun.
Mrs. Vera Warren
No, no, I was just showing it to my husband. See, Philip, this is a souvenir of war Alan. Brought back a Japanese revolver. It's clean and loaded. Alan was always a good boy. Neat. A good boy.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Talk to her.
Philip Warren
Take it away from her. She doesn't know what she's doing.
Mrs. Vera Warren
Don't try, Mr. Clover. Why don't you go over there and dry yourself by the fire? Mrs. Warren, I was just telling Philip that my son. My son built that fireplace with his own hands, stone by stone. I've been showing Philip things that were a part of my son's life.
Podcast Host
Mrs. Warren, I've just left a girl who said she told you something over the phone. Jackie Logan. What did she tell you?
Mrs. Vera Warren
She sounded very ill, as if she were in great pain.
Podcast Host
She was. She'd been beaten so hard that whoever did it thought she was dead now.
Mrs. Vera Warren
Oh, no.
Podcast Host
What did she tell you, Mrs. Warren? Was it that she was blackmailing your husband?
Philip Warren
What are you talking about? Are you out of your mind?
Mrs. Vera Warren
You think us all out of our minds, don't you, Philip? Mr. Clover? Me? How did you know that, Mr. Clover?
Podcast Host
I didn't. But it fits. Viola Walker came to me. Told me to arrest Jackie because Jackie had slapped her face and left her board in bed. When I saw Jackie, I knew it was more than that. Viola wanted in on something. Blackmail. Maybe she should have seen what blackmailing did to Jackie.
Mrs. Vera Warren
But Philip saw. Didn't you, Philip? Oh, there are so many things to kill you for, Philip. For wanting a girl my son loves.
Podcast Host
You didn't mean to kill Hope Anderson, did you, Warren?
Mrs. Vera Warren
Of course he didn't, Mr. Clover. Not the girl, but my son. And finally he murdered Alan. Tried to kill you and that poor girl Jackie. Oh, alan.
Podcast Host
Watch out.
Philip Warren
Mr. Clover.
Mrs. Vera Warren
This gun, Philip. Alan's gun. I'm going to kill you with it.
Podcast Host
Mrs. Warren. Mrs. Warren. Give it to me. Don't. Don't stop me. Not that way. Give it to me. He's getting away. I see.
Mrs. Vera Warren
Said I'd kill him and he's getting away.
Podcast Host
The gun, Warren. Stop. Don't be a fool, Warren. All right, Mrs. Warren.
Mrs. Vera Warren
He's not dead.
Podcast Host
It's only a leg wound, Mr. Cl.
Mrs. Vera Warren
Mr. Clover. You should have let me kill you.
Podcast Host
Broadway where the buildings of the night Lean against the darkness in crazy tilted angles and walk carefully, kid or you'll upset their balance It's a street where you walk the high wire, else you gotta play it safe in a cage. It's Broadway. The gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway. My Beat.
Radio Show Host
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Episode Release Date: March 19, 2025
Podcast: Choice Classic Radio Detectives | Old Time Radio
Host: Choice Classic Radio
Starring: Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover
The episode opens with an evocative portrayal of Broadway, setting the stage for a tale of mystery and intrigue. Detective Danny Clover, portrayed by Larry Thor, delves into the underbelly of New York City to unravel the sinister murder case of Hope Anderson.
Setting the Scene:
Detective Clover receives a specific message about a murder at the Marbury Apartments in Greenwich Village. Arriving at the scene, he encounters Viola Walker, the apartment's owner, who is visibly distressed.
Notable Quote:
Clover: "The courtyard surrounded by slabs of building... that and a girl lying there, her fingers trailing in the water."
(03:19)
Viola Walker introduces herself as the owner and manager of the Marbury Apartments, emphasizing the establishment's reputation as "respectable for girls only."
Key Details:
Detective Clover's initial investigation focuses on Alan Harper, whose fingerprints were on the murder weapon. However, Harper is unaccounted for at his residence, prompting Clover to trace his whereabouts.
Interaction with Jackie Logan:
Jackie Logan, a close friend of Hope Anderson, provides insight into Hope's background and her relationship with Alan Harper.
Notable Quote:
Jackie Logan: "Girls like Hope and me, we don't have a friend in the world. So we nail onto each other. That makes it bearable."
(05:45)
Jackie reveals that Hope and she were deeply intertwined friends, hinting at complex interpersonal dynamics that may have led to tragedy.
Technical Findings:
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia informs Clover about the technical aspects of the case. The Luger gun was fired only once, matching the bullet found in Hope Anderson—indicating a single, critical event.
Location Tracking:
Using the fingerprints, Clover identifies Alan Harper's address but finds him absent. This absence adds a layer of mystery, suggesting possible foul play or concealment.
Notable Quote:
Sergeant Tartaglia: "The gun... had been fired only once because there had been only one bullet in the clip."
(08:10)
Clover's pursuit leads him to Alan Harper's cabin in Montauk, where he confronts Harper about his involvement.
The investigation takes a pivotal turn when Clover interacts with Mrs. Vera Warren, Alan Harper's stepmother. Tensions escalate as Mrs. Warren vehemently denies any wrongdoing while hints of family secrets emerge.
Revealing Family Secrets:
Mrs. Warren discloses her marriage to Philip Warren, Alan's stepfather, and the strained relationship between Philip and Alan. This revelation opens avenues for possible motives rooted in family discord.
Notable Quote:
Mrs. Vera Warren: "My son built that fireplace with his own hands, stone by stone. I've been showing Philip things that were a part of my son's life."
(27:34)
The plot thickens as Mrs. Warren accuses Jackie Logan of withholding critical information, suggesting a broader conspiracy.
The episode reaches its climax when Mrs. Vera Warren confronts Detective Clover with the truth. In a heated exchange, she reveals Philip Warren's malevolent actions:
Final Confrontation:
During a rain-soaked night at the Orwell Cemetery, Mrs. Warren attempts to use the gun to eliminate Clover, intending to silence him permanently.
Notable Quote:
Mrs. Vera Warren: "He'd been thinking my son was dead... I'm going to kill you with it."
(28:56)
Clover: "Don't stop me. He's getting away."
(29:03)
Despite her desperate actions, Clover manages to survive the encounter, bringing the case to a close with the revelation of Philip Warren's guilt.
"Broadway Is My Beat: The Hope Anderson Murder Case" masterfully weaves a narrative of suspense, family secrets, and relentless detective work. Detective Danny Clover's unwavering pursuit of the truth amidst personal and professional challenges highlights the complexities of solving crimes in the tumultuous environment of Broadway.
Notable Quote:
Clover: "Broadway where the buildings of the night lean against the darkness... It's Broadway. The gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world."
(30:06)
This richly detailed episode not only captivates listeners with its intricate plot but also paints a vivid picture of the Golden Age of Radio's detective storytelling prowess.
This episode serves as a quintessential example of old-time radio's ability to craft compelling detective stories filled with suspense, character depth, and dramatic confrontations. "The Hope Anderson Murder Case" stands out as a testament to the enduring allure of mystery and the relentless pursuit of justice on the airwaves.