The Ben Justin Murder Case

Broadways My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, that gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomeest mile in the world. Broadways My Beat, with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. When it's December and the winter has caught hold, Broadway comes up with a miracle. Silver trees grow out of the sidewalks, men with beards and red velvet suits suddenly appear from out of the bowery,

dedicate themselves to being jolly, and reindeer roam the tundra of the spectaculars. It's a time of Crosby Records, noses against department store windows, and wishing you'd kept up the Christmas Club payments. Everybody's happy. Even the finance company sends you season's greeting. The atmosphere hadn't touched the alley, littered in dark except for a stark cone from a flashlight

held by a policeman. Up here Danny. Shut twice in the back. Come on, come on Doc. Take a look Doc. Just put him on the stretcher. I don't think this This one's got much time.

Give me a hand here. Yeah. Easy. You're having a hospital in five minutes. No, he is a muggerman. Yeah. As well as it's been Justin. And here it is. The idea is what happened. I think he knows who shot him, Danny.

He was saying he'll get even. Any names? No. Easy with him now. Just slide the stretcher in here. We'll ride with him. Let's go, muggerman. Okay, Joel, let's get this ambulance on the road. Oh, you're going to kill, Ben.

Watch it, Danny. Play the line. Here, hold the bottle up like this. Yeah. Sorry to have talked to him. You better hurry. Who shot your Ben? Mm-hmm. Can you hear me, Ben? Ben. Wait a second.