What's good John spoiled Ross back again with another video. So we're gonna check out raw underground was odd The title says it all I Just don't know what they were trying to do with raw underground Like they were trying to make it more of this like fight club You know I'm saying like it was supposed to be like this Underground thing after Monday Night Raw more of a fight club feel like it was just a ring with no ropes It was like a work shoot fight. I don't know but it just it didn't work It didn't work. It was just I don't know what it was. It was weird. I mean granted. I give them credit for I guess trying something different, but It I didn't know I'm just like is this a work shoot WWE has done this in the past with like Work shoots like they at one point was trying to do like this boxing thing It's like a work shoot, but it didn't really work and it's like they kind of recreated that thing now Well back then one more of the MMA style, I guess but once again, it didn't work. So we're gonna check out this very strange thing they were trying to To put over appreciate all love and support. Let's get into this one, man The Thunderdome era of WWE was flat out odd at times since everything was in disarray allowed them to try out new ideas Some of these ideas were welcomed while others not so much New August of 2020 the build to SummerSlam was well underway and from out of nowhere They brought out a MMA fight club-esque concept Raw underground raw underground isn't exactly a foreign concept and wrestling It reminds me of those fight pin matches and of course brawl for all except this was scripted We're seeing shoot fights and JBL getting knocked out and in some ways keyword some ways have an MMA full-on MMA and pro wrestling is just Confusing there wasn't really high hopes for this one But the biggest problem was not the MMA with raw underground. It's a whole different story for now Let's talk about how raw underground came to be ever since the turn of the millennium You had heard of WWE's interest in pursuing MMA Shane McMahon in particular was very interested in purchasing UFC This was pre Dana White pre Zufa and around the time the WWF was at its absolute peak that never materialized in a second attempt by the McMahons came around 2004 But they weren't willing to go all out because even if Vince did purchase UFC It would have been almost impossible to control two huge companies at the same time And I doubt that UFC would have become as big as it was then sometime in the mid-2000s Shane really wanted to buy pride That's crazy. Think about that if Vince would have purchased UFC Do you think it would have been as big as it was as it is now? I'm not sure Because his focus, you know was still on the WWE. So it probably would have been just like a little Passion project. I don't know if it would have went anywhere. So that would have been interesting And I'm pretty sure he would have implemented some of that Entertainment into something that's supposed to be, you know, real combat sports. So I believe this was around late 2006 when pride was dying a bit They had some issues some financial issues and they wanted to sell Shane wanted to take control of the company and have his own thing but Vince was skeptical feeling he can't control the outcomes because Investing in said wrestler means you expect said investment to come good with a knockout all that hype would be for nothing Of course a couple of months later in March of 2007 Zufa purchased pride for around 65 million and brought the fighters to UFC Basically ending the company and it was a while before you heard some rumblings of WWE MMA crossing over Of course Brock Lesnar within the span of two months at one point had a UFC fight against Mark Hunt and faced Randy Ornes SummerSlam and since WWE around 2019 and 20 was trying a lot of new things that dark around with the 24-7 Championship cuck storylines Because the ratings are falling rapidly Viewers didn't care or hopping off and it didn't help that Monday night football was near personally at the time watching Waiting until 1 or 2 a.m. For on watching disappointment unfold is the worst case scenario And whenever they did try something you knew it was because of desperation as you guys may know Shane McMahon is a huge fan of MMA He's friends with Chuck Ladell and has been closely following the sport So doing raw underground was the big thing for him when asked if he has input on raw underground quite a bit This goes way back. This isn't an original concept. This is more going back to Roman gladiator times where they used to have short Matches there's been lots of stuff for similar things. I should say in Japan for quite some time I've been traveling to Japan since the late 80s when I was a teenager and I saw some of this And it's always resonated with me. You mentioned MMA a lot of my friends do this sport I also practice multiple forms of it and I really enjoy it So if you can blend that with WWE entertainment and what we can have come together It's a work in progress and that's what we're trying to accomplish So as you see here, he's been wanting to do this for a while. They tried to purchase UFC pride But those purchases were unsuccessful which leads us to raw underground on the August 3rd 2020 episode of raw underground officially paid you get some dancers, which were actual strippers I should know the old fitting a grungy location in oh wow Damn They pay some real strippers to be out there. That's crazy Nick man hosted the show. There was a huge emphasis on a man by the name of daba Kato He immediately destroyed some random killed another one all shanes talking on the mic As you can see here, there was an importance to MMA It was a really different vibe, especially when you see how smooth regular WWE feel This was just out there and it was greedy It also helped the wrestlers with the back riding Matt restroom combat sports like Dolph Ziggler because they immediately looked cool out There because of how cold-hearted he was and trying to knock out his opponent Then you have the newly formed hurt business looking like the final bosses of the room poor guy over here Didn't know what he was getting into answers kind of felt provocative as this era of WWE They didn't really have that type of stuff not this era. It's the current era, but you get what I mean Even Shelton Benjamin looked like a badass just by stepping in here They cleared the room of everybody with ease and showed that the underground was anybody's place They just have to fight for it amongst other stories on a show where Riddick Moss and Arturo who was clearing the competition They had that dog in them, especially who was Daba Kato though had the most focus and I think it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out Why bro was so damn big and playing by his own rules. What about the woman Shayna Baszler was hungry for competition Nobody really wanted to fight but she forced a fight and attracted the rest of the woman It seemed like she was done, but they were 54 overall. So you know how it ended Which I personally don't get but whatever the good part about this whole thing though is that guys were doing something Especially if they had the background in sport Ziggler here was doing very well Marina Shafir debuted and even night Jax made an appearance to absolutely nothing She didn't want to wrestle. Fans in general weren't receptive to underground and after WWE moved to the Thunderdome That would become more apparent Bobby Lashley once again looked like the final boss that showed destroying random people in Dolph Ziggler Even tried to be some respect out of Cedric Alexander at one point. Some of the storylines on regular Raw even made their way to underground. Her business was dominated destroying the likes of Ricochet and Apollo Crews Kevin Owens and Alistair Black took their feud to the mat. There was some stuff going on But of course back to Daba Kato. He was the big guy over here He was out here destroying Kevin Owens Alistair Black and these were matches. This was during their match He interfered because he got bumped into he left his mark and basically showed that he was the future He's gonna debut on the main roster cause chaos Well, we all know how that ended yeah In storyline because the word was getting out of this thing Braun Strowman and the bigger guys were appearing often He went through Riddick and even dropped Ziggler before having a confrontation with Daba Kato. Shane thought Why not next week? Of course when it happened the newcomer one, right? Wrong From there disappeared and nobody heard a word about Apparently a COVID outbreak happened around the September 28th episode of Raw and worried about the virus spreading WWE put it on hold before outright cancelling it. So a raw underground after two months was officially over. Was it missed? Hell no. The thing with the concept is that it wasn't thought out properly What I mean by that is they just they got the idea probably from Bloodsport Which was popping up a bit at that time and thought how do we do a WWE version and another To mention is that it was just there. Of course, there's gonna be some picture of Shane is funny Wrestlers and storylines with a lust for blood or just competition But the problem with it is that it had no general stakes to it no rewards No incentive just Shane McMahon with beef ab random stuff happens and that's it at the same time though The show doesn't overstay its welcome. It just happens like that You don't have a 30-minute show involving underground none of that It's just a few minutes and they move on to the next thing the idea though Lacked a lot to it and if well thought out it would have been better because personally I like the concept You know, I like MMA. I watch MMA. I watch the pay reviews this and that I take an interest in it and if I were to see WWE wrestlers have their own scripted fights I'd be interested in a bit. It's a little niche seeing these wrestlers in a different environment is welcome for me Dove Ziggler Chad Gable hell What if Brock Lesnar randomly showed up and plowed through the competition just killed everybody would have been cool Wrestlers who grew stressed with following the rules entering a world where rules cease to exist and have to rely on Brutality to survive. That's how I feel it should have been plus they were building up some guys like Riddick Moss and Daba Kato But by the end of it, they all lost the regular guys They look good for a moment especially Daba Kato But by the end of it that they lost if it were to continue afterwards They probably should have built them up a bit more because these guys are underground originals Yeah, that's wrong around weird idea. I kind of I'm not gonna lie. I kind of liked it a bit more for what I'm making the video Still not good. It's not In another world, this would have been even better than it was. I think there was a little potential dick There was a little potential for this because it's a niche, you know, some people are gonna be interested in seeing wrestlers WWE wrestlers I should know doing their little MMA thing even if it's scripted No, I was kind of interested in it because we don't usually see Dove Ziggler Eric Ivar Bobby Lashley these guys have these fights straight up like this, you know, they usually bounce off the ropes Suplex whatever here. They were fighting just to survive and win simple as that and I like that concept But it should have been well thought out in order for it to have become a success. So yeah All right, what'd you guys think of raw underground? Please comment down below Make sure you hit a punch on the like button. Hey, man. This was a good video I'm gonna go ahead and give the homie a like man. I already subscribed to him wrestling premier me personally I Just I Couldn't really get into it. I was just like, I don't know. This is not it's not hidden. It's not hidden You're you're literally you're trying to pretty much do of Somewhat of a work shoot for MMA and it's just it just wasn't it, you know They tried something different. I give them credit for trying something different getting tapping into that world But we all know is it's a work shoot So we all know like it's it's not these guys really going out there trying to Kill each other because if that was the case a lot of these guys are on the main roster They would get hurt. So it's you know, it kind of it doesn't really It doesn't really play out the same way as a actual MMA fight because actually MMA fight These guys are getting hurt. They're trying to end each other. They're trying to break bones and tear ligaments These guys are not really trying to do that. And even if they do have some type of MMA Background, it still has a scripted element. It just didn't really pan out as much as I think So comment down below.  Did you guys wanted to continue? Or did you guys feel like it was it? It didn't hit the market feel like it's probably should have ended Even sooner than what it did or in and do some of you guys miss it, you know Let me know down below, but I appreciate all the love and support you guys showing on channel road to a hundred fifty Can I'm still gonna speed a youtube wrestling champion of the world and also and because we're heavily champion appreciate y'all kicking me


Broadway's My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle. The gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat, with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. In the early twilight, Broadway is dappled with beginning shadows. It's the time of the small shock. The springtime's day starts its long scream down in a night. It's time clock time, the hour for going home again. Close the ledger, lock the store, figure the overtime, smile at the boss, and out into the street, blink, then run. The subway waits for no man. Home again. End another day again. My day was just beginning, north on Broadway into the east, Central Park around the 80s, and pushed through the crowd whose focus was a parked bench that faced the street. And Sergeant Muggeman tells you why you're there. Land over here, Danny. Land right there near the bench. I found the knife. I didn't pick it up. Who's the boy? Paul Gilbert. I haven't been home from school yet. You'll go home in a squad car, Paul. I promised him with the siren, Danny. With the siren. What happened, Paul? How did the knife get there? I saw the man take it out of his own back and throw it down, and then the man staggered away. Did I show you this, Danny? All this blood? Wherever he is, he's hurt real bad. I want you to think for a minute, Paul. What did this man look like? Tall, I guess. Yeah. I guess that's all. He was tall. Most grown-ups are tall, aren't they, Paul? All of them, except for Midgets. One more thing, Paul. Was there anyone with this man? Think hard. No. I don't think so.  The other man I saw wasn't with him. The other man in the hat just watched him. Then the man in the hat ran away. He wasn't with him. What did the man in the hat look like? He had a hat. That's all I know. I got scared. I ran. That's right, Danny. Paul ran right into Officer Curcio on the beat. Almost knocked him down. Officer Curcio came back, saw the blood on the bench. The knife phoned it in. Paul, did you know the man? The man with the knife? No. Uh-uh. I usually don't come home from school this way. We had an after-school game with the 8B2 over there on the playground. This is the first game of the intermural. A squad combat for Paul with a siren. Then the careful tracing, the sifting through the shadows of a city, the dust of a city, the hiding places of a city into which a wounded man must crawl and lie for a time and then wander in search of a kindlier place, a darker place and leave behind him the trail of the wounded, the blood of his life. But the man who'd been stabbed had done none of these things. The hospitals told me that the doctors, the fellow in the neat white jacket in the drugstore across from the park who, not having a wounded man, offered me a special unshaving cream. Then the legwork of the man on the beat, harvesting the crop of those who had been at the scene of the crime, sorting them, packaging them, parceling them out to me, one by one. Look, mister, how many rights do we have to give you, guys? I was calling on my girl. I brought her a box of chocolate-covered peppermint. She was beginning to understand me. We won't keep you long. You don't understand, mister. I don't stay close to my little bird. She busts out of her cage. I've known her to do that when I pop out two minutes for a corner newspaper. You were in the park this afternoon, saw a man who was stabbed. Can you describe the man? I was never in a park where an unfortunate got stabbed. An officer took your name. You made him erase it, start all over again because he wasn't spelling it right.  Can you describe the man who was hurt? Describe? Who got a chance to get close to him? Everybody pushing, shoving like it was a parade for a general. I'm lucky I got a peek at the top of his fleece coat. Oh, that's all. Look, I want to explain why I lied about not being in the park. My girl, the bird, thinks I work for a living. It's a little white lie I used to keep a cage. That's all. You can go.  I was real close to him. He had a knife in his back. He breathed in my face. I could tell you the color of his eyes, how close I was. Tell me. Blue eyes, washed out blue and no tears in them, no tears at all. No remorse for the evil doing that it brought wrath upon him. Blue eyes, what color hair?  No. No, it was blonde and shining. It was a kind of light that shone about it. That's because he was dying. Dying in protest against all the wickedness that'll drown. Drown us all. A big man, a short man. What is a matter how he looked? I was close to him, I tell you. He reached out his hand to me, touched my hand. Tears on my face. Help him out of your office. Motion a policeman over. Watch him be gentle with a man. Take him away. And then motion for the next one to come in. I realize, of course, that you're imposing on my time. Not that I mind. It could be a welcome relief from those spoiled monsters I simper and smile at and die of her.  Call me governess and call me Virginia. Miss Cram doesn't sound like me at all, don't you think? You take the children to the park every day? Four to five-thirty, except on rainy days. On rainy days, the children and I stay at home and I'm permitted callers from four to five-thirty. That's on rainy days. You told an officer you saw the man who was hurt. I was making conversation. I needed that to get those brats out of my hair. You didn't see him? I wouldn't have gone near him. But I can tell you who did see him, the looker. Who? The looker. All of us in the park know her. She sits in a window across the street on the fifth floor, watches every move we make, every day. Sits there and watches. It makes you feel as if you're being spied on. You know what I mean? Fifth floor in an apartment on eightieth and fifth. Well, you can't miss her. Just stand out in the street for a while. Her eyes will bore right through you. But on a rainy day... I know, you're permitted callers. That's all, Miss Cram. I'm Danny Clover, police. We haven't done anything? I know. I don't even know who you are. There's no name card on your door. You want to come in and talk to us? All right. I'm George Mason. She's my... in the wheelchair. Diane's my wife. Good evening, Miss Mason. Diane? Diane, dear. Anne, we've got a visitor. He said good evening to you. Say hello, Diane. This is Mr. Clover. He's from the police. Mr. Mason, there was some trouble earlier across the street from how you talked to her. You know, I'm trying something. Maybe it'll do her some good talking to her. No one ever does, you know. You just talk to her and I'll answer you. All right. There was a man stabbed across the street from you, Mrs. Mason, in the park. Yes, I heard about it when I came home. Have you found the man? No. Mrs. Mason, I understand that you sit by a window every day. That's right. That one, she sits there, watches. It's her pleasure. Today? Every day. Then she must have seen what happened. She must have... Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. What? What are you trying to say, Diane? Can't you see how it is? I'm sorry. George? Yes. What is it? I saw a man today. I saw a knife today. Is there anything you can do? Can you talk to her? Diane? A man today. A knife today. Yes, well, can you tell me what the man looked like, sweetheart? Knife. Was he a big man? Was he a small man? Was he a nice man? Man. Did you like him? And try to erase from memory the eyes of the woman filled with the name terrors, the known terrors that dart and scurry, gnaw and nibble at the fleeting instance of serenity within her, and try to wash away in the city's night screaming the crooning of a tuneless song, suddenly the known words, a man, a knife. And know that the eyes that absorb all movement, all shadow, all light on faces, and things that pass before them have seen nothing. Not the man who was stabbed, not the one who did the stabbing. And then the long walk to the darkened room, turn on the shaded light bulb, and search the cupboards for sleep, and finally it comes. In the morning, the scorching cup of coffee, the walked-ahead quarters, and the cheery greeting on the threshold from the cheery sergeant, Titian. Welcome, Danny. Welcome to your abode away from your abode. Good morning, Gino. Ah, the best. The sunniest, the bravest... Not so early, Hudgin. All I've had is a cup of coffee. For which I am delighted. Huh? For which I am delighted. Come. I will escort you to your office, Danny.  You shouldn't have done it, Gino. A repast consisting of a hot paper container of coffee and a half a dozen cinnamon bums. Water, the repast. Looks good. How else should they look? The cinnamon bums were baked in the oven of Mrs. Tartaglia with her own two lily whites. Go ahead, partake. Munch, if you like. Delicious. Thank Mrs. Tartaglia for me. Goes without saying. And now, to the events of the morning. Uh, okay if I disturb while you munch. Yeah. We have the department. I've discovered that this park bench, upon which an alleged man was allegedly stabbed, has been a lucky bench. Or unlucky. Depending, of course, on the point of view of whom sat there. You'll explain it to me, Gino. Goes without saying. The lucky part of the bench is that five weeks ago a man found upon it, wrapped in a newspaper, $300. Turned it over to Lawson found. So? So is that four weeks ago, same man turned into Lawson found from the same bench, a like newspaper containing another $300. And we have not seen this pleasant honest citizen since. Do you have his name? Goes without. Uh, Harry Forster, 1345 West 16. One, I should keep the cinnamon buns hot for you, Danny? Oh, do that, Gino. You go ahead and do that. Please help me. Please come in and help me. What's the matter? My husband. No one will help me. I asked the neighbors. They said call the police. Call an ambulance. Please help me. Where is he? You'll help. He's in our bedroom. I think he's, I think he's dying. And no one would know. Yes, Harry's wife. He came home last night and, and there was blood. He just looked at me like an animal and... There he is, mister. Help him. Please help him. Oh, you're wrong. He's been dead for a long time. He was asleep. Only asleep. You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin, and starring Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. On CBS This Sunday evening, Charlie McCarthy will play a tattoo artist for a group of sailors, while beautiful and southern acts as his reluctant model. They'll be more fun with Eve Arden, Amos and Andy, Red Skelton, and Coralus Archer. Stay with CBS This Sunday for these great comedy programs will be heard on most of these same stations. In the May time, the sun grins down and pats Broadway's cheek. Broadway loves it. The sun lit minutes are added for a cigarette. The walk is slower. The sway gentler. The windows are opened wide and the door is too. And glints of sunlight are carried through long hallways on the side of a summer's wind, touching the lips of the girl at the typewriter, touching the hand of the man at the water cooler watching her, touching the steel of the file cabinets, warming them. And having made the tour, back onto Broadway and starred all over again. But where I was, there was no warmth.  Harry. Harry, listen to me. You were right. We should have told them. We should have told them all about it. And you wouldn't be like this, and I would. Mrs. Foster, what should you have told us? What? What did you say? What should you and your husband have told us? About the money, nothing else. The money you found on the park bench? Yes. You see, we should have told them, Harry. But he did, Mrs. Foster. He reported it. Turned it in. You don't understand. I knew no one would understand. Then maybe you could help me. Friday was always Harry's day off. From the factory out there, you can see it from here, see.  Go on. He always went alone. He always sat on the same bench. Harry used to describe it to me. What he saw, people he talked to. Felt as if I'd been there with him. And one day he found money in a newspaper. And turned it in, like you said. The next week turned it in. But after that, told him he didn't have to do that anymore. You mean he found more money? Is that what you're trying to tell me? What? You mean he found more money? For five weeks in a row. I told Harry he didn't have to turn it in anymore. I told him to go back to be sure and keep going back. Every week. Yesterday, too. And we'd be rich. No more of this. No more factory. Why didn't you call us when he came home hurt? Call a doctor. It would have spoiled it, ended it. The money, don't you see? I thought he'd live and we... That money? No. You couldn't. You couldn't see. Then she turned for me and walked over to the window, stared out of it. Across her shoulder into the noon sunshine I could see the factory emptying its lunchtime employees. The crowd breaking off its fragments to the curb of the lunch pails to the push carts for the ham on white and coffee. Then the other sound, the feet in the doorway, the entrance of the professionals, coroner, photographer, reporter. The man had been murdered. I left. Then back again to Central Park in the park bench of the stabbing. Sit on it. A man named Harry Foster used to find money here and he was killed.  I looked up to the window. She wasn't there. I wondered why. I knew why. She was in the wheelchair. There was a man pushing it carefully down the steps. Scooch a little to the side, friend. Need a hand? Yeah, if you want. Thanks. How are you feeling, Mrs. Mason?  I didn't know she left the house. Why should you even bother? Oh, I'm Danny Clover, police. Oh, hi. I'm Ben Taylor. I got a U-drive down the street. Only Mrs. Mason here, different. Kind of a take-drive. I see. Just today? Oh, no, all the time. From one to three, the elements willing. I take her for a ride. Sometimes here, sometimes there. Ride? Oh, sure, sure. Right away, Mrs. Mason. See you, Danny. Oh, wait a minute. How long have you been doing this, Ben? Ride? Well, since her accident. Since at Coney last year. She had her back here and up here ahead. Ride, car ride. I guess I better take her. I heard her cry like that before. I can't stand it. Sure. It's a nice day, Mrs. Mason. I hope you enjoy your ride. Oh, she will. She likes riding in the car. See you around, Danny. I watched Ben lift her gently out of the wheelchair. Lift her into the back of the car. Close the door. Fold the chair. Place it in the car trunk. Then back and saying something to her. She looked up for an instant. Her eyes found me. Then she smiled and shaped a lost word with her lips. They were gone. And back at headquarters, the wall clock ticking off the hours of Harry Foster's death. Ticking off the hours that his murderer came to a park bench. Looked at it, smiled, walked away in the warm sun. Ticked off the question of why money had been left there for Harry Foster to find week after week on Friday's Twilight. And at four o'clock, the door opening slightly. And all you saw of the man was his cocked head. You, Mr. Danny Clover? That's right. You want something? Only to know of you, Mr. Danny Clover, and to give you what I have in my pocket. They said I should give it to you. You being the interested party and all. What have you got in your pocket? This. An envelope. Stamped and everything. I found it. Give it to me. It's addressed to George Mason. Anybody can see that. That's the husband of that woman. The cripple. The one they call a looker in the papers. The one they think saw that stabbing. I did right bringing it to you. It's been opened. You opened it? Don't lie to me. You opened it and then resealed it. All right. I opened it. I'm a normal kind of fellow with all the normal curiosities. First I was going to mail it when I found it. But then I saw who was addressed though. I couldn't restrain myself. I like the proverbial cat, Mr. Clover. It could make trouble for you being like that. Not when you see what's in it. Not when you see what it says. It says you've made a terrible mistake. That's all. Not another word. See? You can't do anything to me for just reading that. You just read it yourself. That's why I brought it to you. Because I'm a cooperative citizen. Where'd you find it? At Grant's Tomb. And I've been curious about that tomb for years now. Finally I took time off to go to study it. Then I found a letter on the steps. And I never did get to really study Grant's tomb. Tough. You'll stick around, huh? Some of our boys want to have a long chat with you. They enjoy curious fellas. Sure, anything you say. I'm nothing if I'm not cooperative. Just nothing. I wouldn't say that.  Hi, Ben. Well, hello, Danny. Hey, how do you like this, huh? I rigged up so when it's a sunny day the telephone is on the outside of my shack. Inspiration, huh? Fine. Who wants to be on the inside when outside it's sunny? You car-renting Danny? I can give you rates. Just talk. If you don't do business together, we never become enemies, huh? What's on your mind? Mrs. Mason. Oh, yeah. Sad, huh? You know, if you set your mind to it and consider all she's been through, and then look at her, she's a pretty woman. I noticed. You said she was hurting an accident at Coney Island, Ben. What kind of an accident? On the Rolly Coaster. You know, one of them rides, fell off right near the end of the ride. She stood up, fell. Was she with anyone? Yeah, her husband. You want to know something? In spite of the heartbreak of having a wife like that, you know, Mr. Mason is one of the nicest guys I ever met. What about Mrs. Mason, Ben? What about it? Can anyone ever talk to her, have a conversation with her? I talk to her? About what? Things.  Is there a draft on you, Mrs. Mason? I talk to her, but she just hums and sings. But you know, I think she's getting better. Maybe I'm contributing. Where'd you go driving today? Down Riverside Drive. You know, the river, Grant's Tomb, the churches. Thanks a lot, Ben. Anytime, Danny, anytime at all. Hello, Mr. Clover. Good evening, Mr. Mason. We're delighted to see you. Please come in. Diane, it's Mr. Clover. Diane looks better, doesn't she, Mr. Clover? Yes, yes, she does. I brought you something, Mr. Mason. Here. Huh? A letter? It's addressed to you. Breeder. I don't understand. Breeder. Yes, it is. It's addressed to me. But it's been opened. That's right. Breeder. All right. No. The note says you made a mistake, Mr. Mason. Mrs. Mason, your husband might be electrocuted for a murder he committed. Leave her alone. I wasn't going to touch her. Cut it out, Mrs. Mason. What's the matter with you?  I said cut it out, Mrs. Mason. I told you leave her alone. All right, you've come here to accuse me of murder, but leave her alone. George. Don't worry about anything here. Get me a drink of water. What? What did you say? A drink of water, George. Cold water from the refrigerator. Diane. Darling, a drink of water. Do it. You won't be able to wait on me anymore. Mr. Clover is going to take you away from me.  You do know what you're saying. What's happening? What's happening to us? It's already happened. It's all over. George.  Sitting at the window watching. Watching for a man your husband could kill. Simple little man. He came and sat on the same bench every Friday. He got paid for a while. It was you. You wrote that first letter to Anne. And this one made me pay blackmail to a man who didn't even know me, didn't know anything about me. It was so simple. Write a letter, put a stamp on it, drop it from the car. Someone picked up the first letter and mailed it. About five weeks ago. A letter with instructions in it. Why, yes. Leave money every Friday on the park bench.  She's crazy. She really is. She's crazy. No, I'm not. I'm just a cripple, George. I can't move from this chair. Honest. But I'm not crazy. She's crazy. What did that first letter say, Mr. Mason? The man saw me push my wife off a ride at Coney Island. He demanded blackmail, but I didn't push, Anne. Then why did you pay the money, darling? That you weren't going to let your husband alone, warrior, Mrs. Mason. Even after he did what you wanted him to do, murder a man. Another letter that won your husband's holding, telling him he killed the wrong man. It's not much to ask, is it? Wanting George to suffer? Look at me. You're an accessory, Mrs. Mason. What can you do to me? A cripple in a wheelchair? In a prison? Will that be different? Tell me how. I didn't push you, Diane. I didn't push you. You fell off that ride. You fell. Liar. Diane.  Diane, when you listened to me, I made it up to you. I carried you. I waited on you.  I hated you. I don't know why. I don't know... Oh, I know why.  Evil. Poor George. You should have died. You should have. You should have. You should have died. It's night on Broadway now. As easy laughter, when a trumpet scurls its music into the grinning mob. It's top of the evening. Have another drink on me, kid, and let's set this dance up. It's a street gouged out of a scarlet dream. It's Broadway, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomeest mile in the world. Broadway, My Beat. Broadway's My Beat stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover with Charles Calvert as Tartaglia and Jack Krushen as Muggevin. The program was produced and directed by Elliot Lewis with musical score and produced and conducted by Alexander Courage. In tonight's story, Lamont Johnson was heard as George Mason, Kathy Lewis as Diane Mason, and Virginia Gregg as Mrs. Foster. Others in the cast were Herb Vagran, Lou Krugman, and Johnny McGovern. Every Saturday night, Jan Murray takes a tip from Danny Clover and goes looking for people. Only Jan's beat is the United States. By coast to coast phone, he offers a grand in cold, hard cash if you can identify the phantom voice. So stay tuned now as Jan Murray and sing it again follow immediately on most of these same CDS stations. Joe Walter speaking, this is CDS where you laugh at Jack Benny every Sunday night at Columbia Broadcasting System.


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