02x20 - Elegy in an Asphalt Graveyard

[bunniefuu]

Lonely, oh Lord, 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, Miss Azure D

The city's cold, it once was warm I
have no place and my heart no home

Her love meant everything
to me, Azure, Miss Azure D

Night again I'll go my quiet way And
I'll Cherish every thought and cling to

All I've got, a memory
of Azure D [Instrumental]

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You wanna grab this one, Wheeler?

It's yours, Squeal. You handle it.

Why, Squeal, why, it's yours, Squeal.
You took--

You know, I'm kind of
sitting in my office, and

I'm making out the
semiannual evaluation report,

and then it occurs to me
that 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
wanna leave it a photo finish?

I'm all for it.

I'm all for it.

I haven't been so touched since Roy
Rogers decided to have Trigger stuffed.

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

Well, some fluff did a Dutch
act at the Sheppard at Arms.

[Instrumental]

You sure about this name?

Azure D. I may have spelled it.

[Instrumental]

Cut it down.

[Instrumental]

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You should have seen her six years
ago when I busted her in the East Village.

Teenage runaway from
Elkhart, Indiana, I think. Yeah.

With the hundred dollar habit.

She was all skin and bones,
but, hey, she had those big eyes.

Could put a blister on your heart.

[Instrumental]

Yeah, she kicked the
habit, all right. These

tracks are so old,
they got dust on 'em.

[Instrumental]

Not that she could
afford it, she kicked it.

[Instrumental]

All right, call forensic.
Have 'em send a crew down here.

[Instrumental]

Ice cream all the way.

You can spare me the
grisly details. I want your

assurance that everything
went off as planned.

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

[Instrumental]

This is Mr. O'Malley.
Mr. O'Malley's the doorman.

You finishing the job?

Be my guest.

[Instrumental]

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

That's Miss Dee'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. Hmm.

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,
Lieutenant. You DOA

succumbed to strangulation
and a broken neck.

Probably self-inflicted.

I don't want the coming of trashes.
I want the full feature, Doctor.

Answer me something, Kojic.

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,

and she's entertained 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.

Like beads 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 them, 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 got a little bit of cash
stashed away, so I took a flyer.

Well, that stock went up


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,

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

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

But delivered when?

[distant chatter]

Eddie, 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 'em,
and send 'em to the lab.

Looking for what?

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

[distant chatter]

Hi, Millie Jo.

That's a hell of a welcome.

[music]

Oh, yeah.

Come on. Assume the position.

Now, tell me where it is.

Hey, man, you must be twisted.
I'm off of the junk 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.

Azure Dee, that's right.
What ever 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 games for?

Come here, you.

Games.

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

You tried blackmail, it didn't work?

Wish you could have blown
the whistle and called a cop.

Hey, come on. That's not funny.

Hey, look. Last time it was Lexington.

This time, it's gonna be the joint.

Hard time too, baby. You had to k*ll her.

What are you... Are
you saying Azure's dead?

Me? k*ll 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
me 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, uh... lives
in the apartment across the hall.

She saw me leave.

And we rode down the elevator.

Together, she can tell you a little after


How did she die?

She was hanged, Billy Joe.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Hey, look.

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

We'll wait. We'll wait until
you get your head straight.

When you finish work
tonight, 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.

At Lexington's, they cut
me loose, but it's hard.

To place at Azure,
but... it's hard, man.

It's hard.

Kojak, I can't do it without her.

[ sobbing ]

- Here you are, Lieutenant. - What's this?

Azure D's yellow sheets. You asked for it.

Soliciting dismissed.
Shoplifting suspended.

Vagrancy 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 Sutton Place apartment.

- Go ahead. - No problem, Lieutenant.

I'll take care of it.

Savings account, 17,300 and change.

Check-in, $4,261.52.

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

Praise value of furs and jewelry, $91,000.

Paintings, sculptures,
first editions, cataloged

antiques, say in the
neighborhood of $200,000.

Wait till the counselor checks.

See what shop she's favored.

Canvas them for any info
they might provide, okay?

Gotcha.

- Lieutenant? - Yeah?

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

We tossed the subject's apartment.



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

No phone book, no engagement pad, no personal
correspondence, no snapshots, nothing.

But in her box downstairs
was the morning mail.

A phone bill, an invitation
from a park Avenue couturier

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.

Deona, 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.

It'll take me 20 years
to sniff in the garbage.

No, it's not in here.

You won't let her be a su1c1de.

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 ME's report,

and there's nothing in it to refute
Hammerman's preliminary assessment.

Nothing indicating foul play
except for one small thing--

the deceased had a broken finger.



- Hammerman? - Hammerman, Kojak.

Broken when?

The finger wasn't taped or split.

Was there appreciable
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.

Uh-huh. When did unconscious how?

Warts office reports no bruises,
contusions, abrasions, no dr*gs.

Lieutenant Kojak.

You know that hunch
you had about the pillows?

Right on. One of 'em reveals frustration.

- Conclusion.

The DOA was first forcibly smothered...

and then, unconscious and
barely breathing, hanged.

Well... I think
you're on coffee.

Are you making any progress
with those phone numbers?

Yeah, some.

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-aisle
exchange of private residents.

[music]

Mrs. Meadows?

Lieutenant Kojak.

Lieutenant Kojak?

I'm Regina Meadows. Can I help you?

Yeah, yeah.

Somebody in this house can.
It's about, uh, Miss Azzure Dee.

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.

Yeah, well, I appreciate what a shock
this must be to you, Mrs. Meadows...

but if there's anything you can tell me...

you know, what I really mean,
if you pardon my saying so...

is that I wouldn't have thought that
you and she... you know what I mean?

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

Nothing really, I suppose,
except our hairdresser.

And yet she called you several times a day.

According to our records,
except for 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've 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.

Now tell me about those phone calls.
What'd 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
herself. Art, music, language, literature.

There was nothing in which she was not
insatiably interested.

It was sad in a way.

Sad? How?

Well, she
was so hopelessly out of

her depth. Perhaps
she came to realize that

perhaps that was why she k*lled herself.

She didn't k*ll herself, Mrs. Menard.

But I don't understand.
You said...

I said she was found hanged,
but not by her own hand.

I hear we have a
visitor from the city,

and a police lieutenant, no
less. Tyler Meadows, Lieutenant.

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

Well, my dear, what
kind of mischief have you

gotten into?

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

It appears she's been m*rder*d.

Good lord, really? Yeah, well,

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

and, uh, 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.

You bastard!

Yes, you can always count on me.

Secure
in the knowledge that whatever the cost,

I'll act in my own
best interests.

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,

and 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 her up. I
know talent when I see it.

I bring her into my
stable.

I was feeling 10 of New York's finest
at that time.

Then I meet her and my bottom girl.

Do I remember as your...

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 stumps 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, Azzure Dee. A natural at
child, never a dissatisfied

customer. I tell you, I'd
had a couple more like

Azzure, I could have retired
to Fort Lauderdale, huh?

Uh, 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 afternoons,
she'd vanish altogether.

If asked 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 loved that child, though.

I still do, even though
she put me out of business.

Uh, what can
you tell me about him?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

I'm with Stavros. We just showed Billy Joe'spicture to a pimp named
Steady Eddie Maxwell and an

ex-east side madam, uh,
Savannah Fuller. They both

ID'd him as the cat who
hassled them because he

didn't like what they
did to Azure Dee. He told

Savannah's apartment,
"Ditto Maxwell's, I think we'd

better have Billy Joe
in for a little eyeball

session so we drop by
DeFranco's.

Trouble is, he split for parts unknown.

Do we put it on the street, boss?

Hey,you put it on the street, boss, and you put it on
television at bite time if you have to, okay?

Gotcha.

Put it on the street.

Let's go.

Crocker!

Yes, sir.

Aren't you gonna say excuse me? Forget it here.
License number 287 BLA.

Run a check, huh?
Maybe I'm wrong, but I can't

shake that feeling that
this Regina Meadows,

he was giving me a
frugal street sleeve job this afternoon.

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

Well, Lieutenant,
you know that fella I told

you about, the former
gentleman friend of Miss

Azure'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 nib a whale.

- Hello, Lieutenant. - Your Honor.

- Just sit down, make yourself comfortable.
- Okay.

Now, you, uh, wish to know
about my relationship with Azzure.

Well, 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.

It was nothing illegal, no, uh,
impropriety, no betrayal of my office.

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

And Azzure 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, 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 the next man in her life.

- That was, uh, three months ago. - Mm-hmm.

- 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
their premises of every

shred of evidence that
might have linked their client.

Hey, your honor, you don't
have any idea who that might be?

- How would I possibly know?
- Well, 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.

Well, maybe I can.
You said you gave back the key.

Yes, why do you ask?

Well, the k*ller surprised
Azzure 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?

Hey, look, maybe you'd
rather see her 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 gonna take a hard fall for Azzure.

You say you don't have any evidence?
You know nothing about it? Terrific!

Terrific!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC].

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC].

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Give me the city Mark, please.

[music]

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

It's only a police theory.
It was assumed su1c1de initially.

Azzure never.
She had no reason to do anything like that.

She had every reason to want to live.

She was 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.

Oh, where are you going?

You don't think I'm gonna
leave her there, do you?

Well, you must, Farley.

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.

I'll omit the childhood data.

Begin with Misty's arrival in New York.

Any word on Billy Joe?

This guy's got more moves than Lou Brock.

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 cat must do all right.

He's got a suite of officers
in the Pan Am building.

Now, what's Tyler Meadows' loan
with the Shamers on the payroll?

[phone ringing]

There. You have lunch?

[phone ringing]

Go, Jack.

Theo, I thought you
would like to know that the

remains of Azzuree D have
just been claimed for burial.

Who?

Who? Judge Seymour Lavery, that's who.

Where?

What?

Where?

Check.

Heavenly Rest Funeral Home.



I got it.

Now, why do you do a thing like that?

I mean, who knows if the
papers will pounce on it?

Just a whiff of scandal and
there goes the appointment.

I wonder what get 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.

Azzuree D, noted Manhattan
playgirl, blah, blah, like that.

Funeral services tomorrow.

The Heavenly Rest Funeral Home, okay?

But have him treated like a
news item, otherwise some bored

city editor is going to Bury
it in the open column, okay?

Right, got it.

I didn't say forever.

What's that all about?

She had 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 away
from that funeral tomorrow.

[music playing]

That's the cleaning lady, Mrs. Ortiz.

She hasn't stopped crying
since they found the body.

[music playing]

[music]

[g*n sh*t]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t].

[g*nsh*t]

Grab that g*n.

[music playing].

[footsteps]

But I didn't hit him!

[g*nsh*t]

[screaming]

Stop. Hit the rewind.

[screaming]

Hold it.

The signal ring, right?

Mm-hmm.

I want a big, big blow up.

Got it.

[phone ringing]

Kojak.

At 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 wasn't your
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 chops, right?

First he stomps this Eddie Maxwell.

Then he totals this, uh, what's-her-name,
Fuller's, uh, Pleasure Palace.

I mean, what for?
What's in it for him? Kicks?

Revenge.

Sure.

He deployed himself as your guardian angel,

dealing out punishment to
anyone who gave it a 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 k*ll.

Which means he held his intended
victim responsible for Azzuree's death.

Mm-hmm.

Because he knew that
much, they... they wasted him.

You know something, Frank?
I could have prevented this.

I had him.

You know, all I had to
do was lean a little harder.

I 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 the police leave a note?

Now, stay there. Nose around.
Maybe you can snip out something.

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

That was Amos.

His honor just took a Brodie 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 sh*ts.

And the piece that iced them 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 him pick up the obituary on Lavery.

Oh, not the one they're gonna 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 gonna, mm, Pierce away
the world, you're gonna leave a note.

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

He knows we'll think it anyway.

Elucidate.

You're a respected magistrate.

Twenty years on a civil bench.

You're up for appointment
to the court of appeals.

And suddenly your past is
invaded by a homicide inquiry.

And you're that man.

Okay, Frank.

What's even worse than m*rder?

That guy actually tried to k*ll 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 v*olence
that's not unusual in contemporary America.

Look, Polly, I've got to run into town.

Polly, 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"?

Farley Meadows,
brother of Tyler Meadows,

chairman of AmFed
Electronics Industries, period.

It's fascinating.

Regina Meadows.

Loyal confidante 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.

You're hair show off.

The obit material on Judge Lavery.

Ten months ago in
the lower courts, AmFed

lost a critical patents
judgment sending their

stocks getting right
straight down into the sewer.

AmFed, which was in
the process of negotiating

a Japanese affiliation,
appealed the decision

with a case being
reviewed by three guesses.

Judge Lavery.

Who promptly overturned
the original decision

in favor of AmFed, and
that was three months ago.

Three months?

Yes, sir.

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

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

Mr. O'Malley?

Yeah, I called.

Yeah, that stock tip that Miss D gave you?

The one that jumped over


Was it AmFed 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.

Well, 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 Azure's life.

One hardly more 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 at a town in Japan.

Well, that accounts for one paramour.

What about his rival?

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

Oh, 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?



What's the 32 that knocked off Billy Joe?

You got a permit for that?

What 32?

What Billy Joe?

Come here, you.

Get over there.

Pocket scum.

And I don't want to hear anything from you.

Until further notice, okay?

Breathing maybe, and very little of that.

You got a permit?

And that's how it is with v*olence, 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.

Oh, you know, I thought you'd never ask.

Well, pending your
arrival, I was entertaining

your wife and your brother
with a 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 not at my office.

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, and it 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.

Secret surroundings.

So the judge, he picked a
location, Azzure Dee'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.

Well, I was acquainted with Miss Dee, yes.

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

Anyway, back to Ajardee's apartment.

You know, exit his honor, the judge.

Enter Mr. Tyler Meadows,
a few idyllic months,

and then lo and behold,
enter baby brother.

He introduced her as a
friend of a business associate.

I'd run into them in a restaurant.

I didn't know.

I didn't even suspect.

And when I got up to leave, she
slipped 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 Azzure's life, it's not a matter

of, hey, John, come on over.

This time it's a matter of love.

Hey, but this poses a problem.

You wanted to marry Farley.

Tyler here had other ideas.

You couldn't level with Farley, could you?

He didn't know about the bribe.

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

She knew about the bribe, and her
testimony would have put you behind bars.

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

So what's the solution?

What do you do, huh?

We send baby brother
off on a business jockey

to Japan, and in his absence,
we proceed to solve the problem.

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

Although I detect a
strain of bias in your

presentation, as if you view Azzure 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
smallest ripple in the cosmic sea.

You pig.

Sit down!

I got your brother on a sure 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 Dee, I
suggest I save it 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 we 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 hired 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 Azure, did you?

Here.

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 b*llet.

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, if 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.

Stavros.

Read them their rights.

♪ Lonely, oh Lord, 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 ♪

♪ Miss Azure D ♪

♪ Azure ♪.

♪ My Azure D ♪.