Wanted for Murder

Broadway's 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 Covert. Of an afternoon in springtime, Broadway stands on a street corner, sips its self-ser and takes note of its blessings. Baseball scores to discuss, rides getting painted at Coney, and a new taste

This thrill known as tangerine juice can be found at most hot dog stands for dime. And across the street ushers infated tight pants and gold braid turning green, drag air conditioning banners across theater lobbies.

Spring time activity. Open your collar to it. Hold out your hand to it. Slip April some skin to touch. And at police headquarters the trailing edge of afternoon gleamed warmly making from window silt or floor the slant of dust moats.

I'm creating the wish that the clock hands would move more swiftly so that quitting time would happen instead of the intrusion. Danny? Yeah? Oh, uh, please come in. Take that chair there, Miss Fuller. Thank you.

This gentleman is a little bit clover. Danny, Miss Myra Fuller. Fuller? How do you do? Uh, you want to tell him, Miss Fuller? All right. Well, go ahead. I told you all right, didn't I? I told you I'd tell him.

Sorry. I was going to be married next week. I don't know now. What's this guy taking it easy? Why don't you show him the picture? He said you wanted to tell him didn't you Miss Fullerton?

Why don't you show him the picture? Okay, okay. Take a look Danny. So, guy she was gonna marry or is, I don't know. Name's Ernie Lane. Here's this stuff on him. Wanted for murder. Yeah, suspected of having killed his wife June 1950.