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Lonely, oh Lord, I'm lonely.

Walking down a crowded street.

Singing a lonely song.

Hoping to see.

As you're deep.

We shared a dream, oh, such a hopeless
dream.

But it filled my empty life.

And I was one with Asher Dee, with

Asher Dee.

The city's cold, it once was warm.

I have no place and my heart no home.

Her love meant everything to me.

Miss Azzardine Night again

I'll move my quiet way And I'll cherish
every thought

And cling to all I've got A memory of

Azzardine

You want to grab this one, Weaver? Ah,
Joss Will, you handle it. By square one.

Hey, Joss Will, you took all kind of...
Sitting in my office, and I'm making out

the semi -annual evaluation report, and
then it occurs to me...

Then maybe you'd like to know that you
two yo -yos are in a dead heat for last

place. Now, would either of you care to
go for a tiebreaker, or do you want to

leave it a photo finish? I haven't been
so touched since Roy Rogers decided to

have Trigger stuffed.

Now, look, one of you tragedians, you
want to tell me what the beef is or not?

Well, some fluff did a touch act at the
Shepherds at Arms.

As your deed.

I made him spell it.

You can spare me the grisly details. I
want your assurances that everything

off as planned.

I believe everything is all right here,
Mr. Meadows.

Mr. O'Malley.

Mr. O'Malley's the doorman.

You finishing the job?

She may guest.

Well, like always, I came at ten in the
morning to collect Sir Toby Belch.

That's Miss D's toy pool, you know.

And like always, I came and delivered
him back an hour later.

Well, when she didn't answer the buzzer,
I became very worried.

So I let myself in with my passkey.

And when I saw... Oh.

When I saw what happened, I... I locked
the door and I went to my room in the

basement and I phoned the police.

How long has she been living here? A
year and a half.

Lovely lady. Lovely, lovely lady.

Always prompt with the rent. No
problems. Unofficial preview,

DOA succumbed to strangulation and a
broken neck.

Probably self -inflicted. I don't want
the common attraction. I want the full

feature, doctor.

Answer me something, Kojak. How do you
string up a lady without her at least

raising a mild objection?

Well, that's what I expect you to tell
me. Go ahead.

Right.

No evidence of a forced entry.

No signs of a struggle.

No, she was prompt with the rent, you
said.

A pad like this, even in today's market,
unfurnished, got to bring in 2 ,000 a

month. So what else are we talking
about?

Well, Miss D would entertain
occasionally.

I see. You mean she was turning tricks,
right?

Oh, no, no. It's not as bad as you
think.

This was no common call girl.

Selective she was, unfaithful in her
way.

Now, I didn't know the names, but the
men were men of class and substance

She'd entertain one of them regularly
for a month or so, and then suddenly, I

never knew the how or the why of it,
there'd be a new face.

Bees on a necklace?

Yes, except for the last two.

One was middle -aged, and the other one
was hardly more than a boy.

Well, somehow, for the past three
months, she was able to juggle both of

Divided her time between them, you know.

It was easy enough to fathom why.

Even a blind man could see that she was
in love.

But with which one, I honestly have no
idea.

Anything else?

Well, I don't know if this is any help
to you, but a couple of months ago, Miss

D gave me a tip on the market.

Now, I've got a little bit of cash
stashed away, so I took a flyer.

Well, that stock went up 30 points
within a week.

And after that, I took to reading the
financial section of the Times.

That's where I came across a familiar
face.

It was one of Miss D's gentleman
friends.

I can't recall the name, but I think if
I go down to the basement, I might be

able to find the article for you.

I would appreciate it if you would.

There's something in the kitchen you'll
want to take a look at. All right.

Mr. O'Malley, I wonder if we could go
over those dates and times again.

All the ingredients for a nice, cozy
dinner for two.

Now, the hostess, rudely interrupted
while she was putting it all away.

But delivered when?

Any of you fellas touch the pillows on
that sofa?

Of course not.

Prince, come here.

You got an aesthetic eye, I have.

There's something about the arrangement
of these pillows that's offensive.

You do me something, okay?

Mm -hmm. You bag and you tag them and
send them to the lab.

Looking for what?

You'll know when you find it, won't you?

Really, Joe?

That's a hell of a welcome.

Oh, yeah.

Come on.

Assume the position.

Now tell me where it is. Hey, man, you
must be twisted. I'm off of the jump

scene now.

Two months out of Lexington, holding
down a steady gig. I'm Mr. Clean. Yeah.

Hey, you weren't holding six years ago
when I busted you. Remember that loft on

Clinton Avenue?

Your little girlfriend, she was holding
your stash for you. She gets two years

on a Bedford farm and you 90 days
suspended sentence.

You ought to remember her at Christmas
time. What was her name again?

Huh? Uh, Dee something.

Azure, yeah.

Azure.

Azure Dee.

That should be, that's right. Who would
have happened to her? You haven't seen

her lately, have you? Like I said, I've
been out of circulation a while.

That's right, taking a cure in
Lexington.

I can imagine you're surprised when you
get out delivering the gourmet goodies

to all your swanky east side residents,
huh? And then lo and behold, there's

your spaced out little girlfriend.

Okay, you know. So what are you playing
a game for?

Games?

Where does it say we're playing games?
What happened, you little creep?

You tried blackmail and it didn't work?
What, you're going to blow the whistle

and call a cop? Hey, come on, that's not
funny.

Hey, look.

Last time it was Lexington. This time,
it's going to be the joint.

Hard time too, baby.

You had to kill her.

What?

What? Are you saying Ash is dead?

Me? Kill Azure?

I'd OD myself with battery acid before
I'd let anything happen to her.

She was beautiful, people.

She was the only thing in life I put a
value on. She got me this job. She put

into a methadone program.

But she was alive, man.

God strike me dead, she was alive when I
split this morning.

Any way you can prove that?

Old Lady Maybaum lived in the apartment
across the hall.

She saw me leave, and we rode down the
elevator.

Together, she can tell you a little
after ten, as you say good morning to

How did she die?

She was hanged, Billy Joe.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Hey, look.

I'm going to want to talk to you, okay?

We'll wait.

We'll wait until you get your head
straight.

When you finish work tonight, do you
want to call me?

We'll sit together and rap.

When you saw me, you started to run.

Why?

I'm a junkie.

But I've been trying.

I'm trying.

And Lexington may cut me loose, but it's
hard to play that azure.

It's hard, man.

It's hard.

Kotech, I can't do it without her.

Here you are, Lieutenant.

What's this?

As you see, it's yellow sheets. You
asked for it. Soliciting dismissed.

Shop listing suspended.

Vagancy dismissed.

For the past 21 months, nothing.

Okay. Give me a rundown. Check out the
arresting officers, witnesses,

complainants, magistrates, attorneys,
bail bondsmen. I want to know how a

freaked out flower child can go from the
East Village to a certain place upon.

Go ahead. No problem, Lieutenant. I'll
take care of it.

Savings account, $17 ,300 and change.
Checking, $4 ,251 .52.

Cash deposits generally sizable, but no
apparent pattern to them. Phrased value

of furs and jewelry, $91 ,000.

Paintings, sculptures, first editions,
cataloged antiques. Stay in the

neighborhood of $200 ,000.

You wait till the castle checks.

See what shop she's favored. Canvas them
for any info they might provide, okay?

Gotcha.

Lieutenant?

Don't mind me, I'm just browsing.

We tossed the subject's apartment.

14 -carat bilge.

It's what we didn't find that fires the
imagination.

No phone book, no engagement pads, no
personal correspondence, no snapshot,

nothing. But in her box downstairs was
the morning mail.

A phone bill, an invitation from a park
avocaturier to attend a private showing

of his new spring fashions, and a thank
-you note from the UJW for her generous

donation. Right here. You take the phone
bill.

Check out every number she's called in
the last month.

Yes, sir.

Dion, now listen to me.

Pulling four men off the charts and
assigning them full -time to this

investigation out of some purely
personal sense of commitment.

You never saw her, Frank.

You never knew her like I did. To you,
she's just another statistic, another

routine homicide.

No, you say homicide. Who else? Where's
the proof? Right in here.

Just like you, baby. 20 years of
flipping the garbage. No, it's not in

You won't let her be a suicide.

You take it as a personal insult because
you didn't pull her off the needle just

so she could turn around six years later
and throw a do -it -yourself necktie

party. I just got the Emmy's report and
there's nothing in it to refute

Hammerman's preliminary assessment.
Nothing indicating foul play except for

small thing. The deceased had a broken
finger.

and Kojak.

Broken when?

The finger wasn't taped or split. Was
there a visual swelling?

Discoloration? No.

Why? What are you getting at?

Well, I'm postulating the proposition
that the victim was already unconscious

when hanged. Dead weight.

And that during the efforts to string
her up, the finger was broken.

Being unconscious, she of course made no
outcry. And since the death followed so

shortly thereafter, the finger didn't
have an opportunity to swell or discolor

to any appreciable degree.

Yeah, it makes sense, Theo.

Send an unconscious house.

Autopsy reports, no bruises, contusions,
abrasions, no drugs.

Lieutenant Kojak.

You know that hunch you had about the
pillows?

Right on. One of them reveals fresh
traces of human smell.

Conclusion. The DOA was first forcibly
smothered and then unconscious and

breathing.

Well?

Make your own coffee.

Are you making any progress with those
phone numbers?

Yeah, son.

There's one of them that sticks out like
a sore thumb. Up until a week ago, she

must have called it on an average of
twice a day.

This is a Long Island exchange of
private residents.

Lieutenant Kojak.

Lieutenant Kojak, I'm Regina Meadows.
Can I help you?

Yeah, yeah.

Somebody in this house can.

It's about, uh, Miss Asher D.

Oh? Is she in some kind of difficulty?

Well, you might say that. She was found
hanged this morning.

Oh, that poor child.

Oh, how ghastly that... that... Poor,
poor child.

Well, I appreciate what a shock this
must be to you, Mrs. Meadows, but if

there's anything you can tell me... No,
what I really mean, if you'll pardon my

saying so, is that I wouldn't have
thought that you and she... You know

mean?

Bluntly put, Lieutenant, you're
wondering what we could possibly have in

Nothing really, I suppose, except our
hairdresser.

And yet she called you several times a
day. According to our records, except

last week.

She was such an enchanting child.

Irresistible in her way.

I simply hadn't the heart to discourage
her.

You see, I have no children of my own.

And of late, I found myself frequently
alone here.

Tyler, my husband, he's recently been
elected chairman of Amfed Industries.

His new responsibilities are very
demanding upon his time.

Can I offer you some tea, Lieutenant?

I'm not sure how hot it is.

Tell me about those phone calls. What
did you two find to talk about?

Have you ever seen a sandpiper,
Lieutenant?

That's what she was like.

Nibbling. Almost fanatically obsessed
with the determination to improve

Art, music, language, literature.

There was nothing in which she was not
insatiably interested.

It was sad, in a way.

Sarah? How?

Well, she was so hopelessly out of her
depth.

Perhaps she came to realize that.

Perhaps that was why she killed herself.

She didn't kill herself, Mrs. Meadows.

But I don't understand. You said... I
said she was found hanged, but not by

own hand.

I hear we have a visitor from the city.

And a police lieutenant, no less.

Tyler Meadows, Lieutenant.

How are you?

Excuse my appearance. I've just been
exercising our new gelding. Oh, yeah?

Well, my dear, what kind of mischief
have you gotten into, eh?

You remember that young girl I
mentioned? The cultural gourmand?

It appears she's been murdered.

Good Lord, really?

Yeah, well, I... I won't take up any
more of your time, Mrs. Meadows, and,

Oh, yeah, thank you for receiving me. I
heard that in a movie once.

Let me see you out, Lieutenant.

Do you have any horses of your own?

Thank you, my dear.

As I was saying, thank you for so
skillfully handling a very sensitive

situation. I knew I could count on you.

Yes, you can always count on me.

Secure in the knowledge that whatever
the cost, I'll act in my own best

interest.

But I wonder,

Will your brother see it the same way?

His flight's due in from Tokyo at six.

You may find that he doesn't share my
own abhorrence of scandal.

With that in mind, how do you propose to
explain to him the death of your

precious concubine?

Do I remember her? It's been nearly four
years.

Then who could forget?

She was just a gypsy when I scouted her.

Peeping and hustling in front of the
wall door.

Lavender hot pants.

Laced up boots.

And a wiggle that could fry an egg at 50
yards.

Sure, I signed up.

I know Callum when I see it.

I'd bring her into my stable.

I was here with Lieutenant New York's
finest at that time. And I met her and

bottom girl.

Do I remember as you?

It's because of that bimbo I get myself
all busted up. Just because I give her a

few lumps to straighten out her head.

Zap. This yo -yo turns up out of his
tree and literally stomps me into the

ground. Yeah, well, what did this ding
-a -ling look like?

Skinny, scraggly hair. Maybe 22 or 23.

A user.

But every inch of him was bad news.

Oh, Ezra D.

A natural, that child.

Never a dissatisfied customer.

I tell you, I'd had a couple more like
Azure, I could have retired to Fort

Lauderdale, huh?

She did a couple of seasons for me at my
crib on East 55th.

No time at all, she was scoring three,
four bills a night.

And that's not including tips.

She was a funny kid, though, always with
her nose in a book.

And in the afternoon, she'd vanish
altogether.

She'd ask where she'd been, she'd say
some museum.

Huh? Some art gallery.

Well, that was two years ago.

Haven't seen her since. I love that
child, though. I still do.

He knows to put me out of business.

Uh, what can you tell me about him?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. I'm with Davro. We just showed
Billy Joe's picture to a pimp named

Eddie Maxwell and an ex -Eastside madam,
uh, Savannah Fuller. They both ID'd him

as the cat who hassled him because he
didn't like what they did to Ash.

Dropped by DeFranco's.

Trouble is, he split for parts unknown.

Should we put it on the street, boss?

Hey, you put it on the streets, boss,
and you put it on television to buy time

if you have to, okay?

Gotcha.

Put it on the street.

Let's go.

Cracker?

Yes, sir?

Yes. Are you going to say excuse me?

Forget it.

License number 287BLA. Run a check, huh?

Maybe I'm wrong, but I can't shake that
feeling. Is this Regina Meadows?

He was giving me a frugal sweet -sleeve
job this afternoon.

Lieutenant, Mr. O'Malley is here to see
you.

Oh, Lieutenant, you know that fellow I
told you about, the former gentleman

friend of Miss Asia's? The one who had
his picture in the financial section of

the Times?

Well, the same photograph's in today's
edition, but this time it's not in the

financial section. It's on page three.

Go for a goldfish and never whale.

Lieutenant. Your Honor.

Sit down, make yourself comfortable.

Now, you wished to know about my
relationship with Asher.

There's very little that I can tell you
that'll bear upon your investigation,

I'm afraid.

It was clandestine true, but I'm not
ashamed of it. There was nothing

no impropriety, no betrayal of my
office.

My wife died ten years ago, Lieutenant,
and I'm still a vigorous man.

And Azure was a constant delight.

I knew from the outset, of course, that
I was just a transient in her life, but

I didn't care.

As long as I had her, I shared her with
no man.

And it ended. Why?

No reason. It just ended.

At the conclusion of what turned out to
be our last evening together, she

requested the return of the gold key
that she'd given me.

Asking no questions, I surrendered it,
knowing that it would be passed on to

next man in her life.

And that was three months ago.

And you haven't seen her since? She left
a big void in my life.

It saddens me to think that she's dead.

It saddens you?

Well, it damn well should sadden
somebody.

This was no act of passion.

This was a cold -blooded execution.

Execution? What do you mean?

The work of professionals.

They were in and out of that apartment
in under an hour. And in that time, they

perpetrated an almost perfect crime and
systematically looted that premises of

every shred of evidence that might have
linked their client.

Your Honor, you don't have any idea who
that might be.

How would I possibly know?

She was your mistress.

You had to know something about her
life.

I can conceive of no earthly reason why
any man should seek to destroy such an

exquisite creature.

Maybe I can.

You said you gave back the key.

Yes, why do you ask?

Well, the killer surprised Azure in the
kitchen.

To do that, someone had to provide them
with a key. Wait a minute. Are you

suggesting... That you're not the
sporting guy you might be? Maybe.

Hey, look.

Maybe you'd rather see a dead than
playing around with another guy or guys.

Lieutenant, have you forgotten who
you're speaking to?

Your Honor.

I'm talking to a man.

And I don't care about your black robes.
I wouldn't care if you were sitting in

the Oval Office. I don't care about my
badge. I don't care about my pension.

Somebody's going to take a hard fall for
Azure.

You say you don't have any evidence?

You know nothing about it?

Terrific!

Get me the city mark, please.

Why would anyone do such a thing? Why?
Why?

It's only a police theory.

It was assumed suicide initially.

As you were never.

She had no reason to do anything like
that. She had every reason to want to

live. We were going to be married in two
weeks. I found a little flat in Tokyo.

She was learning Japanese.

Where is she anyway?

Tyler, what have they done with her
body? I assume the city morgue.

What are you doing?

You don't think I'm going to leave her
there? You must, Folly. Must? Why?

I hoped to spare you this, but you leave
me no alternative.

Cleaver.

This is Mr. Cleaver.

By my request, he has compiled a
detailed dossier on your late fiancée.

No method, childhood data.

Begin with...

Misty's arrival in New York.

Any word on Billy, Joe?

This guy's got more moves than Lou
Block.

The only way we're gonna nail him is if
some junkie sells him to us. Yeah.

Uh, that license plate you wanted me to
run down? It's a 75 caddy registered to

Bertram Cleaver, private investigator.
Now, this cad must do all right. He's

a suite of offices in the Pan Am
building.

Now, what's Tyler Meadows wrong with his
Seamus on the payroll?

Yeah, you had one?

Go, Jack.

Dale, I thought you would like to know
that the remains of Azure D have just

been claimed for burial. Who?

Who? Judge Seymour Lavery, that's who.

Where? What? Delivered where? Hold on a
second. Let me check.

Heavenly Wrath Funeral Home.

137 East 21st Street.

I got it.

Now, why'd he do a thing like that?

I mean, he knows the papers. They'll
pounce on it. Just a whiff of scandal

there goes the appointment. I wonder
what got into him.

This friend of yours who works for the
Post, what's his name? The one who

covered the Attica riots.

Harvey Palmer.

Oh, yeah, look, I want you to get in
touch with him, okay?

Tell him I want a couple of paragraphs
in tomorrow morning's edition.

Azure D, noted Manhattan playgirl, ta
-ta, ti -ti -ti -ti, blah -blah, like

that.

Funeral services tomorrow.

The Heavenly Rest Funeral Home, okay?

But haven't treated like a news item,
otherwise some bored city editor is

bury it in the open column, okay?

Right, got it.

I'd have saved forever.

What's that all about?

You got a lot of friends, Frank, okay?

I mean, people who cared about her.

Maybe I can pull a chain and flush out a
few of them.

Maybe there'll be at least one fresh
face who can't bring himself to stay

from that funeral, Lamar.

That's the cleaning lady, Mrs. Ortiz.
She hasn't stopped crying since they

the body.

The signal ring, right? Mm -hmm. I want
a big, big blow -up.

Got it.

Kojak.

What caliber?

Okay, thanks, Angie. Will you send me a
copy?

Right.

You'll be relieved to know that
Ballistics confirms the fact that it

piece that totaled Billy Joe. The slug
came from a .32.

Who's .32? Not one of ours.

No, one of theirs. Look, Billy Joe's
been breaking shops, right?

First he stomps this Eddie Maxwell.

Then he totalled this, what's her name,
Fuller's Pleasure Palace.

I mean, what for? What's in the frame?
Kicks?

Revenge. Sure.

He'd appointed himself Azure's guardian
angel, dealing out punishment to anyone

who gave her the short end.

Check. Today, he shows up with a big,
big cannon, which means that he didn't

show up just to break heads.

He came here for the kill, which means
he held his intended victim responsible

for Azure's death.

Mm -hmm.

Because he knew that much, they wasted
him. You know something, Frank? I could

have prevented this.

I had him.

All I had to do was lean a little
harder.

Might have coughed up a name.

He'd be alive now.

Hey, Theo.

Hindsight is an exact science.

So he held out on you. You had no way of
knowing that at the time. I'm supposed

to know, Frank, damn it. That's what I
get paid for.

Yeah.

Oh, when did this happen?

Did he at least leave a note?

Now stay there. Nose around. Maybe you
can sniff out something.

Anyway, that explains why Lavery didn't
show up for the funeral today.

I was honest.

His honor just took a brody from the
16th floor of the Franklin Towers.

Well, that's a wrap.

How do you figure that?

Oh, come on, Theo. What do you want, his
signed confession?

If Lavery's our man, Frank, why didn't
Billy Joe move on him?

Theo, we're talking about a junkie. For
all we know, his brains were in

Afghanistan when he fired those shots.

And the piece that iced him wasn't in
Afghanistan. Come on, Frank.

Lavery hasn't left his pad all day.

He hasn't made one phone call.

Under whose instruction was that hitman
acting when he blew away Billy Joe?

Stavros, grab a rookie.

Go down to the Times.

Have them pick up the obituary on
Lavery. Oh, not the one they're going to

print. I want one with everything, okay?
Go ahead. Yes, sir.

Just for the record, do you mind telling
me what that's in aid of? It's the

note, Frank.

If you're going to pierce away the
world, you're going to leave a note.

If he put Azure in a box, why not say
so?

He knows we'll think it anyway.

Elucidate. You're a respected
magistrate.

20 years on a civil bench.

You're up for appointment to the Court
of Appeals.

And suddenly your pest is invaded by a
homicide inquiry.

And you're that man.

Okay, Frank.

What's even worse than murder?

That guy actually tried to kill me,
Tyler. A total stranger. I never saw him

before. Why me? I never did anything to
him. Well, I'm sure it's not personal.

Just another senseless act of violence
that's not unusual in contemporary

America. Look, Farley, I've got to run
into town.

Farley, I suggest, while I'm gone, that
you give serious thought to returning to

Japan without delay.

We'll discuss the matter when I return
this evening.

Cornell, class of 71. You know what we
found under M?

Folly Meadows, brother of Tyler Meadows,
chairman of AmFed Electronics

Industries, period.

Fascinating.

Regina Meadows, loyal confidant of the
dear departed, doesn't come to the

funeral, but her brother -in -law does.

You think that's fascinating?

Get a load of this.

Hair show off.

The obit material on Judge Lavery.

Ten months ago on the lower course...
Amfet lost a critical patents judgment,

sending their stocks getting right
straight down into the sewer.

Amfet, which was in the process of
negotiating a Japanese affiliation,

the decision with a case being reviewed
by three guesses.

Judge Lavery. Who promptly overturned
the original decision in favor of Amfet.

And that was three months ago.

Three months?

Yes, sir.

Three months ago, Azure D broke off with
the judge.

Yeah. Yeah.

Mr. O'Malley?

Yeah, I called.

Yeah, that stock tip that Miss D gave
you.

The one that jumped over 30 points in a
single day.

Was it Amphet Industries?

Thank you, Mr. O'Malley.

The only way she could have known that
is to know which way the judge was going

to lean.

No wonder he checked out.

He knew if you dug deep enough, it was
bound to surface.

You know, after Lavery's bow off, two
men entered Asher's life. One hardly

than a kid, according to O'Malley, and
she was in love with one of them,

according to O'Malley.

But with which, he couldn't say.

You know, we know she fought on Long
Island at least twice a day.

And then one week, nothing.

Hey, check customs and immigration.

Dollars to whatever, I bet you that this
what's -his -name was out of town in

Japan.

Well, that accounts for one pair or
more.

What about his rival?

Now, who stood to gain the most from
Judge Lavery's decision, huh?

Well, Mr. Meadows, so nice of you to
join us.

All right, we are.

Oh, sorry.

If you want a piece of your brother,
you're going to have to stand in line.

Huh?

Park.

I got a permit. Sure you do. What's the
other cockroach carrying?

38. That's a W like yours.

But the 32 that knocked off Billy Joe.
You got a permit for that?

What 32? What Billy Joe? Get over there.

Lock it, scum.

And I don't want to hear anything to
you. Do further notice, okay?

Breathing, maybe, and very little of
that. You got a permit?

That's how it is with violence, Mrs.
Meadows.

It's an abstract until it hits your own
living room. If that concludes the

theatrics, Lieutenant, perhaps you'll
explain the purpose of the visit here.

you know, I thought you'd never ask.

Well, pending your arrival, I was
entertaining your wife and your brother

little local folklore.

I don't know about Mrs. Meadows, but
your brother was absolutely enthralled.

So I observed.

No doubt I would be equally captivated
if I had the time to listen.

Do yourself a favor, make the time.

Unless, of course, you'd like to
reconvene this gathering out of my

Well, Lieutenant?

Oh, good. Once upon a time, that's what
we call a scenario.

Anyway, this one begins six months ago
when you tried to bribe a Supreme Court

judge. Oh, that would be...

Judge Lavery.

Being dead, I'm afraid he has to suffer
this allegation, but I'm under no such

handicap. If you are reckless enough to
repeat that fiction in public, I most

certainly will sue you for slander. You
needed it. Secrets, surroundings.

So the judge, he picked a location,
Ashton D's apartment.

The deal was struck, but it cost his
honor, his mistress.

You deny that? Because I can produce the
doorman, Mr. O'Malley. He remembers you

very well. He likes you.

I was acquainted with Miss D, yes.

That hardly confirms the existence of a
deal between myself and Judge Lavery.

Anyway, back to Asher D's apartment.

You know, exit his honor, the judge.

And to Mr. Tyler Meadows, a few idyllic
months, and then lo and behold, and the

baby brother.

He introduced her as a friend of a
business associate. I'd run into them in

restaurant. I didn't know, I didn't even
suspect.

And when I got up to leave, she...

Slip me her phone number.

Well, we have now what you call a menage
a trois.

Only this time, and I guess maybe for
the first time in Asher's life, it's not

matter of, hey, John, come on over.

This time it's a matter of love.

Hey, but this poses a problem.

She wanted to marry Farley.

Tyler here had other ideas.

You couldn't love her with Farley, could
you?

He didn't know about the bribe.

And how can you have a core girl marry
into the family?

She knew about the bribe. And her
testimony would have put you behind

And that's exactly what would have
happened if you interfered between her

Farley. So what's the solution?

What do you do, huh?

We send baby brother off on a business
junket to Japan. And in this absence, we

proceed to solve the problem.

As a spinner of tails, Lieutenant, you
are sheer Scheherazade.

Although I detect a...

A strain of bias in your presentation.

As if you view Azure as some pathetic
heroine in a Victorian novel.

She was nothing like that.

She was an amoral little harlot whose
sordid passing will not cause the

ripple in the cosmic sea.

You pig.

Sit down!

I got your brother on a short fuse,
mister.

And for what it's worth, I might as well
tell you I'm on an even shorter one.

So you got any more contributions to
make toward the idea of Azure D? I

it's safer for your confession. My
confession?

To what, Lieutenant?

Judge Lavery is deceased. My brother, as
you were good enough to point out, has

just returned from Japan.

What have you got, really?

Grounds for divorce.

Hardly a milestone in the annals of a
police investigation.

Oh, yeah, I know.

I just came to serve notice.

That I'm wise to you, mister.

And I don't care how long it takes.

I'm going to see that you get it packed
in.

You and your... I had help over there.

So I want you to take care of yourself.

I wouldn't want anything to happen to
you.

It occurs to me, Mrs. Meadows, that you
really never met Asher, did you?

Yeah.

Looks like she's sleeping, doesn't it?
Except for that mark around her neck.

You'd hardly know she was dead.

And here's another fallen sparrow.

Learned a little too late that you can't
outrun a bullet.

No, no, you please keep it. Put it in
your family album.

Isn't that right?

You knew her, Lieutenant.

Oh, yeah.

A long time ago.

And Billy Joe said it, not me.

She was good people.

Lieutenant.

Is it a fact of law that a wife cannot
testify against her husband?

Cannot be compelled to testify.

However, she likes to volunteer.

Regina. If you just hadn't called her a
harlot.

I held her cheap, but you shouldn't
have.

Her death should have touched your
heart, not just your bank account.

It's true, Lieutenant.

Farley was out of the country.

But I wasn't.

Tavros.

Read them their rights.

I'm lonely Walking down a crowded street
Singing a lonely

song Hoping to see Miss Azure D

We shared a dream Oh, such a hopeless
dream

But it filled my empty life And I was
one

With Azure D

Mr. Judy.

Sid James and his motley crew are here
and carry on laughing at 12 .15, but

after the break, it's a last -minute
change of lifestyle for Stan in On The

Buses.