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Broadway's My Beat: The Elizabeth Price Murder Case (EP4903)
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Today's Mystery: A woman dies in Danny's office of an apparent heart attack that turns out to have been murder. Original Radio Broadcast Date: August 26, 1951 Originating from Hollywood Starring: Larry Thor as Lieutenant Danny Clover; Charles...
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Reggie, I just sold my car online. Let's go, Grandpa. Wait, you did? Yep. On Carvana. Just put in the license plate, answered a few questions, got an offer in minutes. Easier than setting up that new digital picture frame. You don't say. Yeah, they're even picking it up tomorrow. Talk about fast.
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Wow.
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Way to go. So about that picture frame. Ah, forget about it. Until Carvana makes one, I'm not interested. Car selling made easy on Carvana Pick up.
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Welcome to the Great Detectives of Old Time Radio from Boise, Idaho. This is your host, Adam Graham. In a moment, we're going to bring you this week's episode of Broadway's My Beat. But first, I do want to encourage you. If you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software. Today's program is brought to you in part by the financial support of our listeners. You can support the show show on a one time basis using the Zell app to box 13@greatdetectives.net and you can also become one of our ongoing Patreon supporters for as little as $2 per month. Just go over to patreon.greatdetectives.net now from August 26, 1951, here is the Elizabeth Price murder case.
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Broadway's My Beat. From Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway is my beat. With larry thor as detective danny clover. The time comes to Broadway when the August night summons its mists, its trumpets, its banners of neon departs the avenue littered with its conquests. And the defeated, the once brave revelers, gather in the draining light of the spectaculars to compare wounds to grub in the now silent gutters. Find only the refuse of pain. Pain. The neon stained memories, the scraps and bones of illusions. And you tear at the embrace of your own shadow. Try to move away, but you can't. You belong to it, kid. To all of it. And at headquarters, stack the violence of the night past in a neat pile on the left hand corner of the desk Check the drawers for a cigarette for the road. Find none. Turn out a light with no last. Look around. Open a door, close it. Walk a corridor whose walls are moist now with the thin coat of dawn. And where it turns hear a voice. And in it a quality that a policeman hears in his sleep. A voice tuned whittle to penetrate shock. Listen a minute now. Don't worry. Walk to it. Take care of everything. You. You'll be your life, lady. You just come with me. What's wrong, Gino? This lady, Danny. She wanders in off the street. Says she's looking for help. She saw the police. I want to go home.
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Take me home, someone.
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Don't be frightened. Will.
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I hate it. It's ugly and dirty. And they laugh at a woman, wouldn't she? All I wanted was to make friends. I bought new things, paid their way. Why, I shouldn't have to pay for things back home, they say.
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Where is your home, miss?
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They say that Mrs. Price, that Elizabeth, she's a deep one. More than meets the eye. You could light marsh fires with Elizabeth.
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Where do they say that, Mrs. Price?
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In Vermont. In the village. When I walk down Main street to shop, put in provisions, I hear their whispers so loud.
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You'll be all right, lady. You are now in Danny Clover's hands. And for an out of town, a lost, unhappy. What's the matter? I heart it.
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That's Tom Bill, Captain. My first.
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Get it? Sure. Quickly. Water, Jim, Roger. We'll go. Your purse, Mrs. Price. Give it him. Don't hold on so tight. That's it. Let me open it for you. Please. Yes, give them to me. Here. Thank you. What is she on, Danny? We give it to her, Gina. Huh? Oh, sure. Sorry, Mrs. Price. Here.
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Cool.
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Good.
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Wolf. Looks so pale. Don't look like that. There's nothing to be afraid of.
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They happen often, these attacks.
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They come.
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Go, Mrs. Price. Danny. She fended. Shall I go yell for Dr. Sinski, shall I? What can I do, Danny? Tell me. What. Nothing, Gina. Nothing. She's dead. And somehow it held the attitude of it. The lost woman, never to be found again. Dead now a policeman standing over the two of us holding a paper cup of water, yellowed by the pale overhead light. The silences scurried out of their secret places, surrounded us and only time moved. The big faced wall clock in the corridor. It held. Held until it was intruded upon the car outside that turned the corner and sped away. The festive car with festive people. Then I got up and I carried the woman to a cold room. And put her on a cold bed. Bed labeled for autopsy. And leave instructions. Go home. Sleep. Sleep. Be through with it. The new day. And return to headquarters. Return hellos, shake a hand, wave at somebody. Finally get to your office and a report on your desk. Elizabeth Price, Odyssey performed upon death by poisoning. Poison. Consider that. Then read on. Name of poison not to be pronounced. Question mark neatly written in blank, opposite suicide. Another opposite homicide. And in blank, labeled remarks. A key was found in Mrs. Price's effects. Stamp, Regent Hotel. Go there. And in a plush office off a plush lobby, you get a plush greeting. Danny. Danny Clover. How are you, Danny? Hello, Shaw. What are you doing here?
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Me?
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You're kidding. You didn't hear? Ain't even been whispered to you, Danny. It's got to be told to you, Shaw. Your name hasn't been mentioned around headquarters since I walked in and threw my badge on the captain's desk. It happened then, huh? What other way could it happen? What have they been whispering, Danny? What are you doing here, Sean? Security service, kid. How about that? Employed by the Regent Hotel to keep the security house man, huh? Security service? Yeah. Did you know a woman named Elizabeth Price? Sure. Checked in a couple of days ago. What about her? Dead. Ah, she's dead. Stumbled into headquarters early this morning. Said she was lost, had a heart attack. She took a pill out of her purse. Poison? A poison pill. Mixed in with other pills, good for. For whatever ails. Hey, that's dramatic, Danny. What do you know about her? A dramatic lady from Vermont, I think. Come down from the Rock Rib coast to go dancing. What are you talking about? Come to me the other night. Wants to know where a girl could enjoy herself in the city. A girl. 45, I'd say. What would you say? Let's get off it. Sure. So I give her a book, courtesy of the Regent. Things to see and do in New York City. She tells me. That's not exactly what she had in mind. What she wanted, Shaw. Mrs. Price? Who is this? I'll take that call. What? I said I'll take it. Hello? Who's this? This is the police lieutenant, Danny Clover. I asked to speak to Mrs. Price. What's. Who is this? I'm her stepson. I'm Johnny Price. What's going on? Where are you calling from? Middlesex, Vermont. Look, will you answer? My mother's had an accident. Johnny, get down here right away.
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Accident?
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Get the next train, Johnny. Ask at headquarters for Danny Clover. Poor kid. I don't know. He did that real well. What else about Mrs. Price, Shaw? What else is Nothing. What else is. Yeah, there's a fact. I arranged an appointment with her for the hotel. Notary Tweeq, room 412. Danny, I'll get back to you. Shaw. Leave it outside the door, boy. I'll get it when I Finish up. Police. Mr. Miller. Open up, please. Why, I thought you were the room service friend. Little strategy I use. Make them leave the mess. Kid outside the door. Saves me scrounging in my pockets for a tip. Well, don't you want a peppermint lifesaver? Little child time. Avoid embarrassment. Tell me about it inside, Ms. Miller, wherever it's joyful for you. Come on in. Maybe you hit the wrong room, friend. I'm just a notary here. What I've got to serve, you guys can get for free. Like almost anything a hotel has to offer. That makes you bitter. Look, friend, I'm a boy fresh out of law school. Went night, studied hard, the job placement bulletins. Wound up with this with you, who I thought was my lunch tray. Why shouldn't you disappoint me like that? Elizabeth price, that. That Mrs. Who asked me to call her another name. You too, huh? She tagged you too? She's dead. They died poisoned. Took a pill for her heart. It didn't work like she thought. It's a way out. You studied these things in school. That's why you'll understand. You'll understand why a policeman works on the possibility of murder. Lots of things about you boys I understand, friend. Others confuse me like. What is a hungry notary got to do with the dying of. Well, let's call her a guest. How come a house detective arranges appointments for a notary with a woman like Mrs. Price? Because a woman like Mrs. Price glimpses said notary loitering under a hotel palm, tries to exchange glints of the eye. Arranges a conference through a third party. Show the hostage. This makes it formal. A matter of pure, unadulterated business. Look, let me finish the thought, huh? The ruse the old girl from Vermont uses if she needs some paper. Stamps notarized. So you called on her and did that for her. There were papers, Fran. Trustee on a farm in Vermont. Last will and testament, et cetera, et cetera. She showed me. Only I never got around to embossing them with my stamp. What stopped you? Liz. That's the name. She asked me in a corner, Liz, Liz says to me, let's postpone the doll papers. Then she goes to a part of the room where the light is more friendly on her. Runs a hand through the new Upswept hairdo, stretches a pleat and says, any remedies for boredom, Mr. Mills? And you wrote out a prescription? I started to, you know. Then she said you wanted to go someplace alone. I said, if that's what you want, go ask the cabbie at the hotel hack stand. Now there is a doctor with ideas for whatever. Ail one of the drivers out front, someone will point out the one friend, get him your case. He could help even you. Oh, sure. The lady you described. The very one. Where did you take her? But will I ever forget? This cab of mine has seen sights that were chilling through characters of every shape, size and characteristic. And this lady flitching to the type. Where did you. Where did. Oh, join on? Greenwich Village Club. Domino. She looked the type, like I said. And me, a student of psychology, I know just where. The customers. That one noid them. How? Buying drinks for whoever when all they wanted to do is listen to the music. Buying drinks at such a holy moment is for across the street pays places for drink buyers. Here's for the music. Sure. We got intermission. Then the cats can laugh.
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Whatever they.
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They told you to come in here to George's. Why? Look, friend, I explained it to you twice already. Next time, downtown. Downtown means cop. Downtown means cop. Yeah, well, the dame was here, see. Good spender. Liked the merchandise a lot. Ate it, drank it with glee. She left with Billy. Billy who? Billy. Billy Bailey. Sings here. Ballads, you know. Where is he? He ain't showed tonight. Left with this woman you're telling me about. About 1 yesterday morning. Hasn't been back. Where does Billy live? Where to oblige. I'll write it down for you. Billy. Billy Bailey. Come on in, man. Nothing's going to keep you out. Sit here by the bed. You all right, Billy? You know me. Been entertained by me? I got a message for you, man. Tell everybody it's a happy time. It don't hurt hardly at all, Billy. You get used to. Don't hurt. What are you trying to say, Billy? I'm talking about how it feels. I've been feeling it all day and can't get to a phone to tell anybody how the man walks in, sticks a knife in you. What? I was privileged. I saw the man with a knife. Who? Who was it? Try it, man. It's a kick. It's a. His body twisted off the iron cot, shuddered, lay still. The cigarette he'd been holding rolled out of his fingers, gleamed briefly, hissed out in the leavings of an overturned shot glass. And from the building across the street the spinning electric sign flung its colors over Billy's face. Blue, red, green, blue again. And Billy was right. There was no hurt in him anymore. Billy was dead. You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. Though August dies in September is just a few calendar space to the right, Broadway keeps on dancing. Nothing seasonal on Broadway. It's the street that blinks, Color and riot and night sounds mottled gold from the spectaculars that drips over the pavements. Walk it, laugh at it, bloody your hands against it. Your name's written on gutter water. Nobody knows you're there. Even when there's violent death, Broadway mourns with a shrug. The cold whisper of it is the flipping of a million newspaper pages in aggregate. Column 2, page 3, death of village singer linked with poisoning a Vermont woman named Elizabeth Price. What else can you do but shrug? If you're a policeman assigned to the case. If a boy from Vermont has just seen his stepmother in the morgue, if he has leaned against you, you've seen his tears. There are things you can do. Wait for him. Offer him silences and sometimes talk. Walk with him, sit beside him. Mostly it's a matter of waiting for him. I'm glad you brought me out here to the park, Mr. Clover. Feeling better, Johnny? I guess. You want to talk. About what? Whatever you want. About you. About your stepmother. There's nothing. Okay. There's a line. There always is. A boy grows up to be 17. It's a long time, there's that much to tell. We've got as long as you want. A boy grows up on a farm in Vermont. His mother dies when he's born. Going to school, being in love with your fourth grade teacher. And sleigh riding snow and crops, watching your father marry again and die. How old were you when your father died last year? I was 16. My father was. There was never anyone like my father. I just want to be like him, that's all. Now I wish I knew what to say to you. But it's happened before. But other people. Who cares? I'm not other people. I'm me. Sure, I guess. No one thinks of 17 year olds as being orphans. Orphan is being very young and not having parents. I wasn't even supposed to cry, was I? At 17, I'm supposed to be. Shut it off, John. I want Elizabeth back. Ridiculous, huh? Not being mature. How else am I gonna say it? I want her back. Let's go across the street, Johnny. We can have some just happening to me. Orphan. Alone.
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Nobody.
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Nothing.
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Dead. Words like that happen to me. What am I gonna do? I. What am I supposed to do? I don't. I don't wanna live. I. Johnny. Johnny. Come back here. The sudden mushrooming of shock chasm. Saw the woman thrown against the windshield in the shriek of brakes. Lost in the shrill insistent policeman's whistle. Found again in the throats of the crowd. Stunned faces drenched of the color. The sun warmed them with an instant before. And the quality of half silence as I dragged the boy from the street. Sudden imposed silence to let the begging cry be heard.
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I want to die.
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I want to die. I want to die. Leave the boy back to the curb. Hold his protesting strength against you. Motion the police for the whole them back. Keep the crowd back as you leave the boy into the squad car. Take him away from the place where he wanted his dying. And at headquarters wait for the man into whose gentleness you've so many times given the care of the stricken. Wait for him. Watch a door open slowly, tentatively. Listen to the quiet voice say what it is said so many times before. It'll be all right, Danny. Just don't look like that. I tell you, it'll be all right. He's a kid. Dr. Sinski. I had to tell him. I had to show her to him on a marble slab. He's a strong boy, Danny. He'll walk out of here in three hours. Strong. Young. I gave him a sedative. Together, all these things will take away this much grief from him. A pinch. You happy in your work, doctor? Both of us, Danny. Like larks. Here, take a cigarette. Thanks. Thanks. What do we talk about, Danny? There's humidity to talk about. There's Coney island on a hot day. There's what I've been checking on Billy Bailey. He was well thought of. No one wanted him dead. No one I talked to. Violence, death, sorrow. Conversation that never stops his flow. Beyond between us and Danny. Elizabeth Price. Killed by a capsule that was meant to wait to kill Danny. To take a little box of pills that were meant to give relief from pain. Put among them a few poisonous pills. Then when they. Danny Clover speaking. Henry Shaw. Danny, get down here. Security service at the Region Hotel's got goodies for you. Give them to me over the phone. Haven't got time, Danny. Be good to me. Get here quick. You're going out, Danny. Yeah. Let's have another nice talk sometime, huh, doctor? Had a man on the shoulder. Danny. Clasp his palm because I turned a new leaf. It hardly Showed great light. Tell you you heard me down here to tell me you found salvation. You can give it to me, Danny, in return for the good thing I got for you. Last time I saw you. Last time you saw me, my back first stood on edge because you were still on the force. You, not me. Get to it, Shaw. It's an apology, Danny. You got to know one when you meet one. Or we can't be friends. We can't get together on this thing. About how Mrs. Price had a visitor the first night she guested at our hotel. A guy. A man carried bulging shoulders right to her doorstep. Comes late, huh, Shaw? This bright day, I beat it out of the night clerk because I wanted to make a good impression around on you, on my friends in the force, because. Who was he? Night clerk didn't ask a name. Don't remember the face. Just the broad shoulders saying which way to Mrs. Price, please. I want to talk to him. The clerk. Don't bother your time, Danny. I went over him good. Left him holding the cold computer. So anything he's got to say, he's already told me and I tell you. A little goody, huh? About the late visiting. Not much yet. We'll check it. Leave anything else out? Sure. I knew it would register. You got a fine brain, Danny. Then you'll tell me why you got Mrs. Price's telephone call. A woman like her, Danny, like Mrs. Price. I worried about her alone in this big alley. Ours. I worry, honestly. That's when I saw her go out that night. I give an order, refer calls to me. Is that the only one you took for? Yeah. For the reason I told you, Danny. Honest, Danny, I thought a good thought. Did you? A good deed give me back on the force, huh? I'll do what I can. Thanks, Shaw. The evening's greetings, Danny. And don't bother to get up. Gino, what have you got? What I've got is we of the police have been able to ascertain nothing as to what man visited the deceased Mrs. Price. Huh? What? Nothing. I just said, huh? Such interruptions are thought scattering, Danny. We will mind this in the future, won't we? Sorry. Forgiven. The second matter I wish to place at your disposal concerns Middlesex. What about Middlesex? Middlesex, Vermont. Our department, which concerns itself with checking such matters checked. No record of a phone call has been found as yet of a call being placed from Middlesex, Vermont to New York City. The last snow and phone call from these points was made last June by Calvin Mirquist of Middlesex. On all points bulletin. Person was wanted for Double murder. A person I'd talk to. So issue his name, weight, height, coloring, all the details necessary. And wait. Fidget. Walk down to the corner hamburger stand for a 25 cent delight with onions and coffee. Come back, stop in communications. After a while, be handed a slip of paper. Fugitive spotted in Club Domino, Greenwich Village. Issue orders to stick with him. Wait. Another slip of paper. Fugitive walked across street to Faye's place, is being followed. Then at 3 in the morning, Faye's place closes. Fugitive leaves, goes to a place one block down according to the pattern. I got a squad car went there. You back again, cop? Just getting ready to close him or at the corner table. I'll sweep them out. Don't let anyone else in here, Johnny. I'm not drinking, Mr. Clover. Having a big night, huh? I would have drank if they'd have served me. No one would. We've got to talk some more, Johnny. All right. You think you can get him to give me a drink? I want to see what's in it, Johnny. There must be something in it. Let's get out of here, Johnny. If there isn't, why do people come here? Places like this. All those places. Why did you kill Bailey, Johnny? I followed him. She. Him drunk. They were laughing. I've never heard a laugh like that before. That's why you killed him. Then they stopped under a lamp post and they didn't laugh for a long time. And a cab came. She went away. She went away? You followed Billy? How do people live in places like that? Like the room he lived in. Dirt. I knocked on the door and he let me in. I even told him who I was. He laughed. He was drunk. And then you stabbed him. No. Not right away. We talked. I wanted to see what kind of a man he was. You want to hear something funny? What? I liked him. I hadn't fighted. I didn't want to like him. He came over and touched me on the shoulder. That's when I stabbed him. Come on, Johnny. Let's walk. Okay. Hi, George. Yeah? Squad car's over there. Let's stand here a minute. I still don't see what she wanted all this for. None of the things you did were very clever, Johnny. You know that, don't you? The poison tablets in your stepmother's medicine. Eventually, she would take one. But you didn't know when. You didn't know when she was going to die. Then the fake call from Vermont. You know, I thought that was clever. Long distance call, station to station. The operator never tells the other party where the call's coming from. You're put right through. You were here all the time. Your stepmother was here, weren't you? Followed her wherever she went. You followed her. Even went to her hotel room. Try to get her to go home. You understand, don't you? Your father died. You had to take care of what was his. My father would have done the same thing. Your stepmother didn't do anything. Except look for a relief for a loneliness. He should have known that you were fond of your stepmother. Yes, I was. You understand that too, don't you? In the car. Get in. Mr. Clover. This afternoon you saved my life when I tried to run in front of a car. It's funny, isn't it? Now? It bothered me before, Johnny. You think I didn't mean to die. Thanks for saving me anyhow. Get in, Johnny. I like you, Mr. Culver. You like my father so much. The way you handle me.
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I like it.
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Just like my father. The night bursts open like a 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 pain and turns it into dawn. It's Broadway. The giest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway. My Beat. Tonight on at the End presents. You've been listening to some of the best and radio drama with Bibber McGee and Molly and Broadway is My Beat. Join us again Monday evening at the same time 9:05, when Fen presents Dragnet and Escape. This is the story of the 1. As the purchasing manager at a manufacturing.
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Welcome back. Well, another interesting episode and the killer was going through a lot and I think made the point that he just really did not have the ability to even figure out where he was or what he was supposed to do. But the show doesn't treat that in a way that makes it seem as if he's not culpable or wasn't aware of what he was doing. Honestly, I did suspect the hotel detective just because he's the top of the person I think we might have heard as a killer with this sort of thing in the earlier, like 1949 Broadway's My Beat episodes. But what we got was a guy, I think, who didn't fundamentally understand why he didn't make it as a policeman, which is why his attempts to get Danny to be supportive and behind him rejoining the force really came off badly. I think he's the type of person who thinks that using force shows that he's a tough cop, but in this case, he was using force on someone who wasn't really a threat to show his own powerfulness, but also illustrated that he really didn't have this person's respect and trust to get simple cooperation. And we can really hear right from the start that Danny does not like this guy, does not respect him. And it's all Danny can do to keep himself at the level of thinly veiled contempt. Well, now we turn to listener comments and feedback. And I have an email from Derek, who writes, it occurred to me today while listening to Broadway's My Bait, the different reactions we get to Murder Dragnet is almost cold and distant, stating the case, the results they found, and rarely the victim's family. Broadway's My Beat has over dramatized reactions by both the police and family. Violo Vance hears the word murder and almost gets giddy along with the police. While I can nitpick and find faults with each, the fact that they are so different is what makes me like each program for what it brings. Thanks for helping us remember these forgotten gems. Well, thank you so much, Derek. And I think the way that death is approached tends to be a part of each series overall tone. I mean, I guess you could put it on a continuum. You have on one end Philo Vance, which is trying to be a sort of puzzle mystery. And Broadway's My Beat, with the very lyrical sort of way of storytelling is going to have an entirely different reaction. With Dragnet, I think it's a bit more mixed. They can react, although it's not going to be over the top or anything. When they encounter a killing that particularly horrifies them. An example of this would be the killing in the Big Blast. By not having a bigger reaction to every murder, it does a lot to preserve the show's credibility. When there is a murder that leads to more of a reaction, then we go to Spotify. And regarding the David Blaine murder case, Mechanic 66 says, well, that was dark. And then we also had a question over on YouTube. This one comes from Jeffrey and this is on the episode the Joe Gruber Murder Case. Quite the worldly grown up acting 17 year old girl Girls thought of marriage so young back then. Well, obviously not every girl was exactly like this character, but she was given a certain portrayal and character which in terms of the fact of considering marriage, was not at all uncommon. The median age for a first marriage for young women back in the 50s was 20 to 21 years old. This could particularly be common if a young woman wasn't going to college. Now young men, their marriage age was a little bit higher, but kind of in line, generally about 22 or 23 throughout the same period. But thanks so much Jeffrey. Appreciate the question. Now it's time to thank our Patreon Supporter of the Day and I want to thank Jan patreon supporter since December 2019, currently supporting the podcast at the Psalmist level of $4 or more per month. Thanks so much for your support and that will do it for today. If you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software and be sure to rate and review the podcast wherever you download it from. We will be back next Wednesday with another episode of Broadway's My Beat, but join us back here tomorrow for Dragnet.
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Where saw the old lady grab the little boy, pull him next to her. It was an awful thing. The truck hit them both together. It's funny the things you notice. Boy was carrying a little box of candy. I heard this terrible thud when the truck hit them. I looked and the candy was spilled all over the street. Just couldn't help but I got sick to my stomach.
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Yes, ma', am, I can understand. Now about this truck that ran them down. Do you think you'd know it if you ever saw it again?
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I'm not sure. I think I might. Yes, it was one of those delivery trucks. You know, I think you call it a panel truck. It was a light tan color all over and there a was black lettering on the side.
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Could you make out any of the lettering at all?
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Well, I think there were three or four words painted on the side and I know one of them was bakery. I'm sure that.
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Did you recognize what make a truck? It was, ma', am, the year, the model?
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It was a late model, I'm pretty sure of that. Either a Chevrolet or a Ford. I'd say one of those regular delivery trucks like some bakeries use.
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Sure about that word you saw lettered on the side it said bakery.
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Yes, I'm positive of that.
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Now, anything else out of the ordinary that you might have noticed about the truck, ma'? Am? Anything outstanding that might have caused.
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No, I'M sorry, officer. That's about all I can tell you. How is the old lady? Do you know in the little boy? Could they tell you anything?
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Yes, ma'. Am. The woman's dead. She was killed instantly. They've taken the youngster over to Georgia Street Receiving Hospital. Afraid he's in pretty bad shape, too.
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Terrible shame. Poor old lady. She lives right here in the neighborhood, you know. Seen her shopping in the market next door here Saturday afternoon. It's just tragic.
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Yes, ma', am, it is.
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Boys or grandson? You know, somebody said he was down visiting her for the Christmas vacation. Seemed like a nice kid, well behaved. She seemed so proud of him. Sure be a sad Christmas for the family.
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A
Just one more question, ma'.
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B
Am.
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A
When the boy and his grandmother were crossing the street, would you say the visibility was good? I mean, is there any reason why it would have been hard for a driver to see them?
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C
No reason in the world, officer. It's a clear night. You can see how well the intersection's lighted up. All the Christmas lights strung up along here. The lights from the theater marquee was just as well lighted then as it is now.
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B
Yeah, I see.
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C
The intersection was perfectly clear. No other cars around. Boy had a white sweater on. The old lady was wearing a light colored coat. Certainly easy to see the traffic light, too. It said stop. I can't understand why that driver didn't see him.
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A
No, ma'. Am, Neither can we.
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C
How could anybody do such a thing? It just isn't any excuse for it. No excuse in the world. It's downright murder.
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A
Well, maybe that explains it.
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C
What?
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A
That's why I kept going.
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B
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