Runyon 4x-xx-xx ep34 So You Wont Talk

The Damon Runyon Theatre. Once again the Damon Runyon Theatre brings you another story by the master storyteller, Damon Runyon. And this one, so you won't talk. And to tell it to you, here is Broadway.

Thanks. It is one nippy evening of a February and I am just about to go into Mindy's Departaker some hot onion soup, which is very warm, when I see a hack pull up at the curb.

An arm reaches out and a finger on the end of the arm curls back and forth at me. Naturally, I am more than somewhat curious, so I go to the hack and look in and hear.

I am very glad I saw you, Broadway. And, Bruce Hammer. Are you nailed in the cab that you cannot get out? Listen, Broadway. Do you hear the nose? What nose? Murder? Who's and where and who does it?

Shh. Just let me your overcoat. My overcoat. I'm looking. I'm looking. Rose, it is colder than a bookie's heart out here. Besides, I see you are wearing a bunny. It's not for me. It's for what I got with me.

Where? On the floor of this cab. Now, don't look in. You might attract attention. I will attract more attention by taking off my overcoat in the middle of the cyborg. Listen, I am not kidding when I say I got the only eyewitness to the murder of Grafton Wilton.

Grafton Wilton? The Playboy? The same. Somebody cooked them earlier tonight. And you have got the only eyewitness? The only one who can talk. Now, do I get your overcoat? But I Broadway do not argue. Give me your overcoat so I can get this eyewitness in Tementes.