024- Papa Benjamin -national broadcast- -1

You are groping down a dark alleyway in the French Quarter of New Orleans, driven by terror, hounded by the curse of the papaloy, the curse from which there is no escape. Escape, produced and directed by William N. Robson, and carefully contrived to free you from the four walls of today, for a half hour of high adventure. Tonight we escape into two worlds,

One of modern jazz, the other of primitive voodoo, and the waddoomed man who brought them together. As William Irish imagined it in his eerie story, Papa Benjamin, the Wallace Police Department, fourth precinct section, Tala will speak. Now, yeah, we'll pick him up on a drunk 7-2-3, right? Yes, sir, what can I do for you? Are you in charge here?

Yeah, hey, aren't you Eddie Bloc the band leader? That's right. Hey Joel of course. Yeah, Eddie Bloc A visit from a big celebrity like you mr. Bloc in it four o'clock in the morning I suppose though. This is just a shank of the evening for a big shot orchestra leader. Well, what can we do for you mr. Bloc? I

Just killed a man You're kidding I tell you I've just killed a man. I guess you've been working too hard mr. Bloc you're imagining things Here's the gun look at it. Sit down Mr. Blige. Better have a drink of water you'll feel better.

Oh no. I'm alright. Saw it? Yeah. This gun's been used to alright. Smell. Was it an accident Mr. Blige? No. Oh who'd you use it on? Who was it? I don't know his name. They call him Papa Benjamin.

Sounds like a white man. No he was an Negro. Oh well now. Here's New Orleans. Oh no, no, no, it was nothing like that. Well, what was he doing to you? He was killing me.