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Welcome to Choice Classic Radio, where we bring to you the greatest old time radio shows like us on Facebook. Subscribe to us on YouTube and thank you for donating@ChoiceClassicRadio.com Broadway's My Beat.
Danny Clover
From Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.
Detective
Broadway's my beat. Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.
Danny Clover
Broadway. It's the marketplace for the vendors of laughter and agony, of terror and decay. Their shadows stand by the shadows of gilded push cards piled high with the remnants of dreams, the remnants of desires. They'll bargain with you, these vendors. The dreams were dreamed on the edge of night. And the desire is special, very special. And you buy because there's nothing else to buy. It's Broadway, my beat. At 1:00 in the morning, the tunnel that leads you from Grand Central to the Times Square shuttle is deserted and bleak and almost clean. You notice these things because the tiled walls, dirtied with a film of yellow light, stretch out in front and somewhere ahead of you seem to close in on themselves. Suddenly the sickness is inside you. The feeling that there's no exit, no exit anywhere. You hurry against it and you see the back of a man that looks familiar. You call out to him, even if the man is Joe Kito. Joe. Joe, huh? Thought it was you, Joe. Back with us, huh?
Joe Kito
Yeah, I'm back, but not with you, policeman. I'm back alone, by myself, free and easy.
Danny Clover
You're gonna keep it that way, Joe.
Joe Kito
If you keep out of my way, policeman. I'd be a good boy if you spread your lousy wings over me like a mother hen. I don't know what I do. Something ugly, maybe.
Danny Clover
The loose mouth. Joe, watch it.
Joe Kito
For 12 years. I've been watching it. For 12 dirty, rotten years. Now I'm free and easy like you, policeman. My mouth talks how it likes.
Danny Clover
You weren't happy in Sing Singer, Joe. You should have been. I hear they treated you real polite, like maybe you were worth treating that way.
Joe Kito
You know what it take you? Polite?
Danny Clover
You just got out, Joe. Don't make it too hard on yourself, huh?
Joe Kito
Don't make me laugh on my Belly, policeman. It's not gonna be hard for Joe no more. No more heart for Joe Kito.
Danny Clover
Oh, you got plans, Joe.
Joe Kito
Big, smooth plans. Like silk. That's how it's going to be.
Danny Clover
Silk.
Joe Kito
So deep I could swim in it.
Grant Murray
Maybe.
Joe Kito
Maybe even drown. Good way to die, huh, policeman?
Danny Clover
Yeah. Yeah, it's good when you can pick your own way, Joe.
Joe Kito
Kiddo don't have to pick. It's all there waiting for silk. Does it make you jealous, policeman? Poor little policeman.
Danny Clover
You know something, Joe? I don't care one way or the other. I don't care. Honest.
Joe Kito
That's good. Because you're not built for it. Some people, they build that way, like me. Others, the others like you. Which way you go, policeman?
Danny Clover
You really care, Joe? Sure.
Joe Kito
Sure I care. Because whichever way you go, I go the other way. Till tomorrow, policeman. But don't look around for me. Tomorrow might not come.
Danny Clover
Like so. Can't. Joan.
Ralph Ferguson
What?
Narrator
Police. Police.
Danny Clover
Help someone out. What's the matter, lady? There. There. Over there. Around that corner. In the dark.
Narrator
Two men. One sold in violence. He scared him over and over and ran away.
Danny Clover
Joel. Joe.
Joe Kito
She just waiting for me.
Danny Clover
For Joe.
Joe Kito
Ke.
Danny Clover
Then the world folded in on Joe. It broke step and veered into his direction and considered Jokito and his dying in a subway tunnel. The police came and observed him, photographed him, cataloged him. A man in a homburg stared. A man in disintegrating clothing hurried by without pausing. A woman stood on the fringes of the little crowd and bit a knuckle. Finally, two interns carried him away with a stretcher and intern type jokes. I went home. The next morning I called headquarters, got the late Joe Kito's address. Amsterdam Avenue in Harlem. The morning sun never quite makes it in Harlem. The shadows are glued there and that makes it tough. And if you stand on its corner, stand there and tune yourself to it, you might feel it. The start of a new day in Harlem is the start of a panic. I had the key to Joe's room. From his effects. I inserted it, turned it, opened the door.
Narrator
Joe? That you, Joe? I'm making coffee, honey. What's the matter, honey? You tired? Who are you?
Danny Clover
I'm sorry. I thought Joe lived here alone.
Narrator
He lives here alone. Who are you?
Danny Clover
I'm a policeman.
Narrator
That's been tried on me before. Show me.
Danny Clover
All right. Here. My name's Danny Clover.
Holly Parker
So?
Narrator
My name's Holly Parker. So we both met someone new. You're a sluff, huh? Plain clothes detective. You like making a living that way?
Danny Clover
You're a bitter, bitter girl, Holly.
Narrator
I react to people by laughing at them. I got taught that.
Danny Clover
Did you laugh at Joe?
Narrator
What do you mean? Did I? What's the matter with Joe?
Danny Clover
What are you doing here, Holly?
Narrator
We've got an arrangement. I make coffee for Joe. It's been going on for two days. I come down from my room upstairs and make him coffee. Thanks for not smiling. It's the truth.
Danny Clover
It's over.
Narrator
Joe did that again? He said he wouldn't. Last night when he went out, he told me he wouldn't have to do anything, nothing good or bad, for a long time.
Danny Clover
Where'd he go?
Narrator
Oh. Oh. So you're looking for Joe. You don't know where he is and you want me to help you find him.
Danny Clover
It's not fair.
Narrator
Write down in your book Holly Parker. Then write down. She doesn't know we know.
Danny Clover
Joe's dead. He was murdered. Holly, you better sit down.
Narrator
No, I'm all right.
Danny Clover
Go ahead, Holly. Go ahead.
Narrator
Not Holly. Once, when I was 12, a thing happened to me and I ran out of tears.
Danny Clover
Who killed him?
Narrator
He had a burden, but I don't know who killed him.
Danny Clover
Tell me about it.
Narrator
In that chair by the window, in that newspaper on the floor. He sat there and stared at that newspaper.
Danny Clover
Oh, this one? The Times. It's pretty old. January 27, 1938. What's in it that makes it a burden?
Narrator
You tell me. Joe wouldn't.
Danny Clover
Joe was in trouble once. You know that.
Narrator
I know. He told me. He told me about a 12 sentence he got and about a lawyer who said he'd only get one year.
Danny Clover
The lawyer said that, huh? What lawyer?
Narrator
Joe said his name once and broke a beer bottle against the table. Joe said, ralph Ferguson.
Danny Clover
I've heard the name.
Narrator
Maybe Joe wanted to kill this Ralph Ferguson. I don't know. Maybe he did. Do you think things could have gotten themselves reversed?
Danny Clover
Things could have. I told Holly Parker to drink her coffee, then go back upstairs and stay there. Then I phoned the law offices of Ralph Ferguson. He was not in. A happy young voice told me he was taking his three hour break, it said, at the East River Athletic Club. I went there. I went there and a man in biceps and white linen shorts led me through a door and along the tiled apron of a swimming pool. Shuttle me through another door and through the gallery overlooking the handball courts. Then whisked me through the area where the members felt they should do their rowing indoors through another door and pointed out Ralph Ferguson. Ralph Ferguson. A rosy, fat man on a table Getting some of the fat pounded off him.
Mechanic
Take it easy, Mickey. Take it easy, will you?
Danny Clover
Ralph Ferguson. Your name Ralph Ferguson? Later, pal, later. This is the part Mr. Ferguson likes best.
Mechanic
Look, you can't have Mickey till I'm done with him. Go ahead, Mickey.
Danny Clover
Yes, sir.
Mechanic
Mr. Ferguson.
Danny Clover
I'm from the police. Mr. Ferguson. Danny Clover. Come on, take your head out from under that towel and peek. See Danny Clover. Sure, go ahead, Mickey. Only not too much noise.
Mechanic
I've got my business out of Stanley.
Danny Clover
Sure, I know. I just dropped by to tell you a thing. Joe Keto's been murdered.
Mechanic
I read it. Tough.
Danny Clover
You kill him. Turn over, Mr. Ferguson. You kill him. Ferguson.
Mechanic
Oh, you're kidding, Danny.
Danny Clover
No, I'm not. You were his lawyer. You promised him a one year rap. He got 12. You and Joe fight?
Mechanic
Let me tell you about it, Danny, huh? Joe and a guy named Grant Murray and a guy named Lee Baker. Three of them.
Danny Clover
Three of them.
Mechanic
They heisted a car 12 years ago. They pleaded noly contender it. The judge was in a bad humor. Gave him 12 years.
Danny Clover
That was January 27, 1938, wasn't it?
Mechanic
You got a good memory.
Danny Clover
Not so good. I read it in the newspaper. The late edition of the Times for that date. I found it in Joe's room. Mr. Ferguson likes this too. Yeah, he isn't going to like this. Look, Ferguson, sit up. Sit up and talk to me. It's better. What about Joe Kito? What about those three boys?
Mechanic
Dregs, that's what about them. Gutter dregs. They didn't have the guts to look over the top of the curb. Stone little gutter people. I lost their case and society put them away for 12 years. Society owes me a thank you.
Danny Clover
What else?
Mechanic
Nothing else. Go take a cold shower, Danny. It'll cool you off. Put the towel and soap on my tab.
Danny Clover
I thanked lawyer Ferguson, exercised great self restraint in not helping Mickey slap some more fat off his fat mouth and got out. A call to headquarters gave me Grant Murray's address. It was in a place I was getting to know in Harlem. In a rotting, pockmarked, cold water tenement in Harlem. Up a flight of stairs where rats had gnawed at the decaying wood in Harlem. And to a door, its paint peeling and scarred as if fingers had clawed at it to get in or out.
Holly Parker
Good morning.
Danny Clover
There ain't no lock on that dog.
Holly Parker
Light the candle, mister. Then we can see each other. There's some matches over there on the table. That's better.
Mechanic
Oh, that's lots better.
Holly Parker
Been trying to do that myself for two hours maybe, but I couldn't make it. Ain't it funny? Man wants a little light in his room and ain't got the strength to pick up a little old.
Danny Clover
What's the matter with you, Grant?
Holly Parker
You know my name. That must make you the rent collector.
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Holly Parker
Well, I got news for you, rent collector. I ain't got it. And you ain't never gonna get it. Not from me. Now what you gonna do, rent collector? Throw me out?
Danny Clover
Grant.
Holly Parker
Stay away from me, rent collector. Just stay away. That's all.
Danny Clover
Grant, I'm Danny Clover of the police. What's the matter with you? Are you sick?
Holly Parker
Sick? Yeah, I'm sick, mister. But it's the last sickness I'm ever gonna have. I've been trying to get to that door to call you, Mr. Police, but I just haven't got the strength.
Danny Clover
What are you talking about?
Holly Parker
I'm talking about how a man came in here and took care of me good so I could never open my mouth again. He stuck a knife in me. That's what that man did. Right here. See it? Mr. Police.
Danny Clover
Grant. Grant.
Holly Parker
I'm awful glad you came, Mr. Police. M.
Danny Clover
His body twisted off the iron cotton. He sat, then he shuddered and lay still. And the thing that fell from his hands and covered his wound like a shroud was a blood stained newspaper. I picked it up, it said the New York Times. The headline said Japanese stalled by Chinese troops. The date line said January 27, 1938.
Detective
You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. That redheaded circus, Arthur Godfrey is now on hand to entertain you. Saturday nights on cbs, Godfrey puts together the cream of the jest from his daytime shows on cbs, mixes in the best songs of Bill Lawrence, Jeanette Davis and the Mariners, and turns out a top half hour of Saturday night fun. Listen to the Arthur Godfrey Digest this Saturday night on most of these same CBS stations.
Danny Clover
Broadway is a street dedicated to the proposition that dead men have stories to tell. A Person becomes suddenly famous when he becomes suddenly dead. Broadway grins, makes clucking noises and wants to know all about this suddenly famous person right now. It had a double feature to get gay about a man named Joe Keto murdered a man named Grant Murray murdered at headquarters. Sergeant Gino Tartaglia thought about it, gave it expert consideration, and thereby coined a phrase.
Ralph Ferguson
They're dropping like flies, Danny.
Danny Clover
It impresses you that way, huh?
Ralph Ferguson
Yeah. And you know you would have nothing to worry about if you was just Frisbee Novotny Tataglia. Frisbee Novotny, Danny, the guy whom I've been trying to tell you about. You know, the hero of my favorite detective stories, the one who solves crimes and mayhem with a slide rule and formulas.
Danny Clover
He does that. How?
Ralph Ferguson
Well, this Frisbee Nobotny does like this. He makes X the corpse, Y the room the murder took place in. Z the time of the murder, A the. The. Here, here, Danny, here's some paper. My pen. The gift of the ever grateful Mrs. Tartaglia.
Danny Clover
What's she got to be grateful about? Oh, Danny, I'm sorry, Tartaglia. It's these newspapers here on my desk that got me confused. These 1938 newsp.
Ralph Ferguson
Oh, 1938, huh? Hey, ain't that the year little Orphan annie celebrated her 40th birthday?
Danny Clover
Yeah, that confuses me too. Tataglia. I've got a feeling the reason why those two boys were murdered is right here in these papers.
Ralph Ferguson
That's my Danny.
Danny Clover
Huh?
Ralph Ferguson
Nothing.
Danny Clover
Danny, I've read these papers from headline to shipping news, and the only thing I can see that's interesting is this item right here on the bottom of page three.
Ralph Ferguson
Huh.
Danny Clover
Police today arrested three men in connection with car theft. The men gave their names as Joe Keto, Grant Murray and Lee Baker. They are being held without bail pending hearing. That's all it says.
Ralph Ferguson
To Taglia, this is information that the police department is already fully aware of.
Danny Clover
Uh huh. The thing that bothers me is why the two boys kept these newspapers.
Ralph Ferguson
For their scrapbook.
Danny Clover
Maybe something else, Terteglia. Something else. Something that's in these papers. Something that's staring me in the eye and begging to be understood. You got what I asked you for?
Ralph Ferguson
Oh, sure, Danny, Certainly. Straight from the parole officer. The third boy, Lee Baker, is employed at the moment as a garage mechanic here. Ain't it wonderful the trades they teach up in Sing Sing.
Danny Clover
Where's he employed?
Ralph Ferguson
At the garage and back of the mobile gas station on 125th Street.
Danny Clover
Maybe Lee Baker's got a newspaper too. Get me a squad car to tagl. Hey, you. Under the car. I want to talk to you.
Grant Murray
Ask the man out front, Mac. He'll give you the key and point out the door.
Danny Clover
I'm from the police, Mac.
Grant Murray
That makes you different.
Danny Clover
Yeah. I want to ask you some questions.
Detective
You.
Grant Murray
That makes you different. Well, what's bothering you, Mac?
Danny Clover
They told me out front Lee Baker wasn't around.
Grant Murray
Oh, Lee Baker, huh?
Danny Clover
They told me maybe you'd know why he wasn't around.
Grant Murray
What are those guys out front know? All they know is. Shall I fill it up, Mac? Hold still while I wipe your windshield, Mac. Relax while I blow up your tires. What do those guys know?
Danny Clover
Lee Baker. Why isn't he around?
Grant Murray
I've been telling you, Mac, I ain't got the slightest foggiest notion why he ain't around. He did something.
Danny Clover
He didn't come in today.
Grant Murray
Who says he didn't come in? Since he's been working for me, he comes in every morning like veritable clockwork.
Danny Clover
Okay, I give up. You tell it of me in your own way.
Grant Murray
I knew you'd come around with, Mac. Well, like I say, Lee, for the three days he's been working for me, comes in like clike work. He works for me like I was the boss's daughter or something. Like a slave. You know what I mean?
Danny Clover
And today was different.
Grant Murray
Mac, you told me I could tell it my own way.
Danny Clover
Yeah, Sorry.
Grant Murray
Forget it, Mac. Now, let me see, where was I?
Danny Clover
He worked for you like a slave.
Grant Murray
Yeah. Yeah, that's right. Like a slave. But a happy slave. You know, cheery and beary. But today was different.
Danny Clover
I said that?
Grant Murray
You did, Mac. Look, like I started to say today was different.
Danny Clover
How?
Grant Murray
The right question, Mac. Today was different because Lee comes in, sits down with the morning newspaper, turns pale, but a green kind of pale. You know what I mean? He gets up and he walks out of the garage.
Danny Clover
Maybe he's coming back.
Grant Murray
I don't think so, Mac. He had that look. I seen it on my helpers before. When they get that look, they never come back.
Danny Clover
Yeah. Thanks for everything, mechanic.
Grant Murray
Hey, wait a minute, Mac. Lee left his toolkit. If Lee now belongs to the police, the tool kit now belongs likewise. No?
Danny Clover
Yeah. Where is it?
Grant Murray
Over here. Well, open it, Mac. That's your department.
Danny Clover
Thanks.
Grant Murray
Hey, such a beautiful picture of such a beautiful girl he's got pasted in the lid. What a differential, huh, Mac, you got any idea what you're looking for, Mac?
Danny Clover
No.
Grant Murray
Hey, what are you doing? Tearing that picture off. What do you Know there's something underneath. Yeah, that's something I didn't think of to look underneath the picture. Oh, that sly guy.
Danny Clover
There it is again. The front page of the Times. January 27, 1938.
Grant Murray
Yeah, yeah. Look what's circled with a blue circle. The U.S. treasury balance. Such a big number.
Danny Clover
A big number. A number that meant billions of dollars and meant. That's what the United States treasury balance was as of January 27, 1938. That meant something special to an ex convict, now garage mechanic, now missing. The big number was beginning to make big sense. I phoned in headquarters, had them send out an all points bulletin to pick up Lee Baker. They gave me a message for my trouble. A lady had called, a young lady named Holly Parker. Would I come up to Harlem and see her right away? I would. Right away.
Narrator
Oh, come in. Come in, Mr. Cobra.
Danny Clover
Thanks, Holly.
Narrator
That chair over there is comfortable, Mr. Clover, but don't lean back in it.
Danny Clover
All right. You're going someplace. Holly, that suitcase on the bed. You were packing, unpacking. Something changed your mind?
Narrator
I was going back to Michigan. Then I got to thinking. Why Michigan? Why any place you tell me. I read about Grant Murray's being murdered and Jokito. Grant and Joe were friends. I was a friend. Police. Something to run away from. I'm good at it.
Danny Clover
We'd find you, Holly. If we needed you, it wouldn't be too much trouble. We'd bring you back.
Narrator
I told myself that. That's why I unpacked.
Danny Clover
You're trying to tell me something, Something you didn't tell me before.
Narrator
That's right. Maybe it means something. Maybe it means nothing at all.
Danny Clover
What is it?
Narrator
This? A piece of paper Joe gave me the other night before he went out. He said keep it for him. He said, don't let it get away from. Yeah, take it. It got away from me anyhow.
Danny Clover
Thanks.
Narrator
There's nothing on it except a number, Mr. Clover. A number.
Danny Clover
Six. Four.
Narrator
Six.
Danny Clover
And the date. January 27, 1938. It all fits now, Holly. Why didn't you give it to me before?
Narrator
The kind of. The way I was educated? You're a policeman. My school motto was don't trust policemen.
Danny Clover
You might have saved a man's life if you did. You're clear now, Holly. You can do what you want. Even go back to Michigan now if you want to.
Narrator
Why, Mr. Clover? Why should I go anywhere?
Danny Clover
Stop champing at the bit, Danny. Patrolman Florio will have those records in here in a minute. I'm not. I'm a champ. And Coslow, I'm trying to breathe. Why do you guys in the record department live in here?
Detective
Well, the grapevine in the City hall.
Danny Clover
Says we're getting an air conditioning unit right after the next election. Thanks, Froyo. Well, here are the records, Danny. Mind if I read over your shoulder? I couldn't live without it. Benny Fane kept interest in type books, huh? Mm. Benny Fane, the numbers king. These books he kept are due credit at the Chase National Bank.
Detective
I understand Benny's now head librarian in.
Danny Clover
Charge of overdue fines at Sing Sing.
Detective
Danny, ain't it wonderful the trades they.
Danny Clover
Teach you up in Sing Sing, huh? Yeah, wonderful. Hey. Okay, Coslow, this is what I'm looking for. Oh, yeah. The number that hit on January 27, 1938, was 6, 4, 6. Taken from the last three numbers of the treasury report of that day. One ticket held on that number worth $100,000, bought by three men. Joe Kito, Grant Murray and Lee Baker. According to the books, the payoff was made next day. Like you said, Koslo, these books are due credit to the chain.
Ralph Ferguson
They got to leave Baker, Danny.
Danny Clover
Good. Where?
Ralph Ferguson
Just spotted him going into the Muncie Building. Squad car just phoned in.
Danny Clover
Phone him back to Tagley. If Baker leaves the building, tell him to pick him up.
Ralph Ferguson
But suppose Baker stays inside?
Danny Clover
Then he'll be where I want him. Exactly where I want him. It made sense that Lee Baker was picked up going into the Muncie Building. It made sense that there was only one man there for him to see. It made sense that Lawyer Ferguson's office was on the 46th floor. The shots that screamed down the long marble corridor made the most sense of all. Lawyer Ferguson stood silhouetted at his 46th floor window, considering the jeweled backdrop of the city and approving of it and of himself against it to the gun in his hand and the body that lay on the floor. In the final grotesque attitude of final agony, he paid no attention at all.
Mechanic
I don't think you'll find it necessary to examine him, Danny. He's quite, quite dead. I made sure of that.
Danny Clover
Yeah. Yeah. Lee Baker.
Mechanic
Lee Baker. A filthy gutter thing that tried to rise up and strike me down.
Danny Clover
Self defense, huh?
Mechanic
Could it be anything else? The gun in his hand?
Danny Clover
Yeah, lawyer. It could. It could be murder.
Mechanic
Looking for promotion, Danny? How many murders do you need to get promoted? I always wondered that about detectives.
Danny Clover
Murder. Like you murdered Joe Keto and Grant Murray. And for the same reason.
Mechanic
I'm a lawyer, Danny. A good one. Very high in the profession. A policeman's drivel doesn't impress me.
Danny Clover
No? You sure? Lawyer?
Mechanic
On second thought, maybe it would impress me. Danny.
Danny Clover
Three murders for the same reason.
Mechanic
The boys on our side call it motive.
Danny Clover
I promise to do better. Motive, lawyer.
Mechanic
Which is?
Danny Clover
$100,000.
Mechanic
Oh, dear, dear. And that's a lot of motive, isn't it?
Danny Clover
Enough to kill three men, even enough to kill you. What was it you said about society? Oh, yeah. Society will thank me, just like you said. They thanked you.
Mechanic
Don't count on it, boy. You need facts, evidence, silly little hard things like that.
Danny Clover
It's all there. Lawyer. Neat. Bookkeeping records kept by a numbers bookkeeper, one Benny Fain. We're neat too. We have them on file books.
Mechanic
They're very good. Very acceptable evidence.
Danny Clover
I thought you'd like it. These books say you got the hundred thousand payoff that belonged to Keto and Murray and Baker here. They picked a number and you won.
Mechanic
How did I do? A clever thing like that.
Danny Clover
Easy for a clever man like you. You get them 12 years instead of one for a second rate crime. You keep power of attorney, the numbers pay off to you.
Mechanic
And then when they. Instead of giving them back their hard earned hundred grand, I kill them one by one. Is it like that, Detective Clover?
Danny Clover
Like that?
Mechanic
Exactly like that. Excellent work, Detective. Excellent.
Danny Clover
The gun, Ferguson. Hand it over.
Mechanic
The gun. Oh, no. I'll need it. But you knew it would be like that all the time, didn't you, Danny?
Danny Clover
Give it to me.
Mechanic
Don't try to reach for yours, Danny. Come to the window. Move. That's a good boy. 46 floors, Danny. Look down. That's how far you're going to fall. A deplorable accident, they'll call it. I'll see to it that they call it that now, Danny.
Danny Clover
The fat folds of flesh on his face began to move to the rhythm of silent creeping laughter that was inside him. Then his arm swung in a wide arc to bring the gun crashing down on my skull. And I needed that. Needed that moment. I needed it. I grabbed his gun arm. It's no good timing, no good for a lever. Let go. Let go. I'll kill you. I saw my body and his fat bout lifted off the floor and he fell, twisting into space, a part of it, his fingers exploring it, gouging out handfuls of it. Then, far below, the crowd gathered and made a circle and the world folded in on Ralph Ferguson Broadway, where night bursts open like the sudden flame and the crowd swarm appears, squeezed out from under the earth, roped off by the silhouettes of a thousand buildings. They dance their fury away against the time of morning until the sky soaks up the sound and pain and color and turns it into dawn. That's Broadway, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway My Beat.
Detective
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 Stan Waxman, Anne Diamond, Bill Gray, Lou Merrill, Jester Hairston and Jim Bann. Lucille Ball and her sparkling comedy My Favorite Husband have now joined the CBS famed comedy lineup on Sunday nights. You used to laugh with Lucille on Friday nights. Now she's moved to Sunday. So be listening this Sunday night on most of these same stations when Lucille joins Jack Benny, Amos and Andy, eve Arden, Charlie McCarthy and Edgar Bergen and Red Skelton on CBS. This is Joe Walter speaking. This is CBS where you'll find Broadway is My Beat Every Friday night. The Columbia Broadcasting System.
Danny Clover
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Broadway Is My Beat: The Joe Quito Murder Case
Choice Classic Radio Detectives | Old Time Radio
Release Date: February 26, 2025
In this riveting episode of Broadway Is My Beat, host Detective Danny Clover delves into the mysterious murder case of Joe Kito, unraveling a web of deceit, betrayal, and financial motives that stretch back to the late 1930s. Set against the gritty backdrop of Broadway, New York City, the episode combines classic detective storytelling with intricate character dynamics to deliver a compelling narrative that keeps listeners on the edge of their seats.
The story begins with Detective Danny Clover recounting his encounter with Joe Kito in a deserted subway tunnel. Joe Kito confronts Clover with a mix of defiance and frustration, hinting at deep-seated grievances stemming from his time in Sing Sing prison.
Joe Kito ([02:24]): "Yeah, I'm back, but not with you, policeman. I'm back alone, by myself, free and easy."
Detective Clover’s instinct tells him that Joe's return signals trouble. Their terse exchange suggests unresolved issues and sets the stage for the investigation that follows.
Detective Clover's investigation leads him to Amsterdam Avenue in Harlem, where he discovers Joe Kito's address. Upon inspecting Kito's residence, Clover meets Holly Parker, a woman connected to Joe who provides crucial insights into his troubled past.
Holly Parker ([07:15]): "Once, when I was 12, a thing happened to me and I ran out of tears."
Holly reveals that Joe was haunted by a burdensome newspaper article dated January 27, 1938, which becomes the key to unraveling the mystery behind his murder.
As Clover delves deeper, he contacts Ralph Ferguson, Joe's former lawyer from Sing Sing. Their conversation reveals a strained relationship and hints at Ferguson's possible involvement in Joe's demise.
Danny Clover ([09:27]): "Ralph Ferguson. Your name Ralph Ferguson?"
During his visit to Ferguson's office, Clover observes Ferguson's dismissive attitude and intimidating presence, raising suspicions about his role in the murders of Joe Kito and others.
The trail leads Clover to Grant Murray, who directs him to Lee Baker, Joe’s accomplice from their past car theft and subsequent plea bargain. Baker’s sudden disappearance becomes another critical piece of the puzzle.
Danny Clover ([17:18]): "Maybe Lee Baker's got a newspaper too."
Through meticulous investigation, Clover discovers that the U.S. Treasury balance number from the 1938 newspaper is linked to a significant financial payoff, suggesting a motive rooted in greed and financial manipulation.
Armed with evidence linking Ralph Ferguson to the orchestrated murders, Detective Clover confronts him in a high-stakes showdown. Ferguson, revealed as the mastermind behind the killings, attempts to eliminate Clover to protect his illicit gains.
Ralph Ferguson ([26:47]): "Three murders for the same reason."
In a tense and dramatic exchange, Clover uses his wits to outmaneuver Ferguson, ultimately leading to the lawyer’s downfall. The confrontation culminates in Ferguson’s death, marking the resolution of the case.
Danny Clover ([27:24]): "I grabbed his gun arm. It's no good timing, no good for a lever. Let go. Let go. I'll kill you."
Detective Danny Clover successfully unravels the layers of deception surrounding Joe Kito's murder, exposing Ralph Ferguson's greed-driven motives. The episode concludes with a reflection on the dark underbelly of Broadway, highlighting how power and money can corrupt and lead to tragic outcomes.
Danny Clover ([29:16]): "That's Broadway, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway My Beat."
This episode masterfully blends suspense with investigative depth, showcasing the complexities of human motivations and the lengths individuals will go to protect their interests. Through Detective Clover's journey, listeners are treated to a classic detective narrative enriched with rich dialogues and intricate plot developments that pay homage to the golden age of radio dramas.
Whether you're a seasoned fan of old-time radio or new to the genre, Broadway Is My Beat: The Joe Quito Murder Case offers an engaging and immersive experience that highlights why Choice Classic Radio remains a beloved source for classic detective stories.
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