The Marcia Dean Murder Case

My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover. The sunlight that drifts in a police headquarters has a different texture to it.

That's because it touches concrete and iron grill work before it finally breaks through the dust in the windows. That's why I supplemented with my own personal sunshine. His name is Sergeant Tautaglia and he never knocks even on Thursday.

Sometimes he brings company. This man's name is Harry Dean Danny. Yeah, close the door to Dagglea. Okay, okay, you can stay. Just close the door. Sit down, Mr. Dean. Over there. Thank you. You're the man I want to see?

Well, that all depends. What's in your mind? I'm 46 years old, Mr. Clover, and four months I'll be 47 in August. I live at 903 Hillcrest Road in Queens. All right. Once when I was six and a half, I stole a peppermint stick.

I got caught. I mean, I gave myself up to my mother. Hey, Danny, what is it? Go on, Mr. Dana. When I wanted to draw a parallel, two days ago, I stole $20,000. And you're giving yourself up to me?

Well, I was for my wife. You understand it, don't you? Just that you stole $20,000, that's all I do. Well, here's Marsha's photograph. That's my wife's photograph. Yeah? She's going on 42. No, she is going on 43 now.

Not very attractive anymore. I know that she she looks like what she is After 20 years of me bank teller you stole the money from the bank Well, I stole $20,000 from the Charles Street National Bank where I worked because I was told I got to have Marsha back for that amount of money