Broadway Is My Beat: The Robert Turk Murder Case 10/18/1952
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Choice Classic Radio Detectives | Old Time Radio
30 min
8 speakers
4 chapters
transcribed 3 months ago
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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's My Beat, transcribed with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.
Broadway's My Beat
With autumn, twilight is of a new texture on Broadway. The faces of women are paler. Their walk, no more languid, not slow now. The swirls of mist have risen from colder waters, and the sheen of pavement is chill. The hawkers have moved into doorways, and the autumn deals are pulled out of topcoat pockets, and the smell of mothballs is on them. And the fall slogan, you don't like it, kid, get lost. Because autumn came too swiftly, and you have nothing planned, you set the deal. And still it happens. you get lost.
And another quality, autumn twilight on gray stone, the place of drifting and changeling shadows that move slowly or briefly on unending twilight. The segment of city reserved for the housing, the considering, the analysis of violence, police headquarters. And in it, the room, the office, where now is twilight talk and autumn moments held close against the time of their shatterings. Where I was. A detective mugger.
I've been thinking, Danny.
Huh?
I've been looking at this newspaper and thinking. It's been years since the wife and I have been to a football game. Together, I mean.
Oh, maybe next Saturday you could... Uh-uh.
She says she's lost a taste for it. She says, too many things to do around the house. Go yourself, she says. All those young kids there, she says. You think that's why, Dan? Why what? Why she won't go. Used to be a time she and I couldn't get enough of it. College games, day, night. Now she tells me, go yourself. All those young people. That's why, huh? Maybe if I said to her, oh, hi, Gino. Come on in, join the coffee clutch.
Thank you, indeed. Some other time. As now, there is murder being done.
What are you talking about, Gino?
A relay from me to you of the very words screened by a distressed lady into our central switchboard only a few minutes ago. The call was traced, Vanny. Where? To a house on East 63rd, 1823 East. Listed to a party name of Robert Turk. Let's go, Muggerman.
Try the door, Muggerman. Come on. Yeah. Come here. Look. Incense.
Smells real exotic.
Yeah. I'll take a whiff of this water glass.
Make a comment, Muggerman. Something with opium in it. Probably laudanum. Must have been quite a party. Wonder who cried murder. I wonder who... Hey, Danny, look. Parakeet. Yeah. Neck twisted. Dead. This is quite a joint, huh? Seven armed idols. Crazy looking dolls. Pictures on the wall. Your back teeth rattling, Danny? Where's that music coming from? There's the speaker, but... Yeah, the machine must be in the other room. I got a friend that's got one. She dead?
No. Made the call, though. Didn't even have time to hang up. Try the phone.
Hello? Hello? Nothing, Danny. I think she called up and yelled murder on account of the bird, then got carried away with it all and passed out. Maybe. This room do it to you, too? What? The idols again. Sawdust dolls. It's going to sound silly, but I'm going to say it. Black magic, huh? Oh, don't look at me like that. Just take a peek, will you? For instance... Here, this thing. A doll in a baby dress. Eyes bandaged. Arms and legs tied. Hey, what's this stuff?
I don't know. It looks like a weed of some sort. Seaweed, maybe. What's been done to this doll? Pierced with thorns. Find out where that music's coming from and turn it off. Yeah.
It's got to be in this room. It's the only one... Danny! The girl wasn't kidding when she called, was she?
Dressed like that, tunic, Roman sandals. What is this mug of a... I don't know, Danny.
I don't have any idea what it is. I only got a name for it. Probable suicide. I make a flash judgment like that because the guy lying on the floor has a cut throat and he's holding a weird-looking dagger in his hand. Outside of that, I said my piece for the day... Your turn, Danny.
I don't know. I just don't know.
And turn and walk once more through the nightmare place.
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