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What's the matter?

They're killing me.

It's officially suicide.

It would ease Cassie's body this morning for commission.

I want the man who walked off that rooftop.

I knew Cassie, he's like seeing your own kid.

Tell me about Nathan Backus.

How did Cassie get mixed up with the mob?

He financed her last two pictures.

Said she had a weapon.

What was a weapon?

I finally found out what you were afraid of.

You gotta get me that diary.

I suppose I meant you.

You bet, Russ.

Yes.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Ah.

Oh!

Oh.

Why,ai?

That, that.

That's all.

Thank you,U Der.

Oh!

Oh!

Daniel.

Well, the one's here, we're here.

Oh!

All right.

Okay.

Thanks.

Priestess of the movies like Cassie Conroy in her 30-story concrete temple.

Cassie lived in the rarefied ozone of glamour, fame and the love of millions.

It was only one person alive whose love and

approval she never learned how to win herself.

Answer.

Answer me, damn you!

Don't you're in a private?

Tony there.

This is the service.

Look, you tell Tony down will better call me back.

Tonight, we can just forget about it's 15%.

Yes, Miss Conroy, we have your other message.

Yeah.

Look.

Like I need you.

Cassie, what's the matter?

I know I have no right to call, but I really need somebody to talk to.

Could you come over?

Please.

Are you all right?

Mike, I need to talk to somebody.

Please, Mike.

Just calm down now.

They're killing me.

I'm telling you.

You have to help me.

Cassie, I'll be right over.

Give me 10 minutes.

Well, look who's here.

I'm afraid your farewell dinner is cold.

And so am I.

I warned you.

I don't wait for you anymore.

The

star that once was Cassie Conroy had fallen from the sky.

No center had you hit the pavement that you hit the headlines.

Every paper from New York to New Delhi screamed

out in horror at Cassie Conroy's suicide.

But I was convinced that it wasn't how she died.

Mike, I want you to run that phone conversation down to me again.

All right.

She called me.

She said she wanted to talk.

She'd been drinking.

She sounded desperate like somebody wanted to kill her.

No indication she was going to jump down whatsoever.

Look, I was there, Pat.

I saw her.

Remember, she did not jump.

From 20 floors down, you saw her.

Mike, all the signs are there, the booze, the pills, the prescription

bottle we found had 50 second holes in them.

There's only four left.

Then why jump?

I don't know.

Maybe she wanted to build up her nerve or something.

Mike, run that phone conversation by me again.

I can tell you this.

She did not say, come over here and stop me.

I'm thinking of jumping off the balcony.

I'm telling you, Pat, it was murdered.

Somebody wanted to kill her and that's what happened.

You're going to have to give me better than that.

Mr. Cassie, here's the truth.

The coroner has told Cassie Conroy's death a suicide.

Is there anyone with me when she jumps?

Sorry.

No, he's going to be a Larry.

Hi, Tony Belzer.

Remember me?

Sir, remember me, Tony.

Cassie Conroy's agent tonight.

Do you sell a lime in my assistant?

Have you do?

We need some help.

They won't let us up here.

Tony, we can't let anyone up until the investigation is completed.

Cassie wasn't only my client, he was also my friend.

Now, you're going to need some help with the media.

This is a very high-profile case.

Okay, come on.

Thanks.

You don't trust me.

Let's say I knew him much too well.

Harry, bag that.

What are you doing here?

I thought I might take a room.

Cassie called him just before she jumped.

He's a witness.

Imagine mine not knowing that.

How do you come to know a big star like Cassie Conroy?

You happen to be a friend of mine.

Alright, I'll get to a phone and call Russ Garringer.

He'll kill me if he doesn't get this in this column first.

And just I'll play up the tragedy.

The anguish of celebrity little girl lost him.

And ask him if lunch is possible.

His table around one.

Okay, Tony, no problem.

Okay.

Oh, Tony, I'm surprised to see you here.

I thought by now you'd be out auctioning off her clothes.

I resent that.

Emma, why are you insulting this man?

You can't insult a guy like Tony Belter.

To him, that was a compliment.

Right, Tony, please.

Mike, not here.

Yes, really, not here.

This man just suffered a brutally tragic loss.

Brutally tragic.

That's quotable.

You ought to plant that in one of the columns.

Mike, you may not like me, but I'm just as sad about this as you are.

Yeah, I'll bet you are.

Miss, break your heart to lose that commission.

We're working on a unit door.

I couldn't lose the memory of Cassie and how she was six years ago.

How we both were.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, with the help of

lovely Cassie, the great man Drell will manifest.

I'll wrap it.

Just five more minutes, okay?

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

But time is a way of running out.

Cassie had places to go, a galaxy away from the world I lived in.

The next time I turned around, she was soaring into the stratosphere.

Even the rain couldn't wash away the memory.

As for the great man Drell, he'd seen better days.

And so had his liver.

Manny.

I don't want to talk.

I'll, Mike.

Manny, I thought the doctor told you this stuff would kill you.

I'm sorry, Manny.

I wanted to get here before you heard the news.

I only bought it so I could keep up with Cassie, you know.

I guess it's like seeing your own kid die.

Apparently she'd die, but for his children, there's too much pain.

There should be some kind of an order to think.

And she then, well, didn't kill herself.

How do you know?

I knew Cassie.

She loved life too much.

Listen, Manny.

Cassie called me before she died.

When was the last time you heard from her?

Well, she hadn't called me for a couple of

months, but I think I got a letter from her.

Yeah, I got one in their sleep.

No matter what's going on in this world, she always managed to write to him.

She was thinking of killing herself, but she's not in here.

Are these all from Cassie?

Yeah.

We can modify this problem.

Depends on what you want to do with them.

One of those smut sheets would sure likely give their hands on them.

Manny, I promise you, I'll take good care of them.

I'll get them back to you as soon as possible.

Okay.

Pause this figure.

Cassie was a lousy magician's assistant clumsy.

A real lox.

There's a bit part in a bee picture and the whole country falls in love with her.

Yeah, I guess they were just behind the rest of them.

Damn.

Tony Belzer.

Cassie was a sweet kid until he came along.

So beautiful.

I remember.

Take care of yourself, Manny.

What's this?

Private reading.

Underlined private.

I need a breakdown on our names and dates.

Gotcha.

You've got a client waiting.

Who is it?

Brad Sterling.

I'm on a cast.

Brad Sterling's marriage to Cassie admitted

the most photographed quarterback in America.

They'd break up in a bad knee and put him on the taxi squad.

And ask for some commercials.

What did you sleep left?

How's it going, Brad?

Not too good, Mike.

What were you doing there?

Cassie called me.

Why you?

She could have called me any time she knew that.

She always called you when she got a problem.

She married you, pal.

Yeah, and I blew that.

Wasn't much of her husband trying to keep up with her.

She moved too fast, Mike.

After a couple of lousy pictures, she had

every stud in Hollywood for her dogging her.

Yeah, I know.

How'd you feel about you?

I don't know.

Yes.

She said I was smothering her.

Hell, maybe I was.

I doubt she even knew I'd gone until she read about it in the Enquirer.

Hey, quit your moment now.

If you want sympathy, you came to the wrong place.

I don't want sympathy.

I want to hire you.

I want the man who walked off that rooftop.

Police say it was suicide.

Suicide Cassie, no way.

Now, there was a guy responsible one way or the other.

You can bet on that.

What's the... Hey, forget it.

Hey, I can afford it.

You know what they say, old quarterbacks never die.

They just get sucked.

And then they go on to make television endorsements selling shoes.

Power tools and popcorn.

Brad, I'm on the case anyway.

Forget your money.

And I could use a pair of brown loafers and a buzz saw.

You got it.

Brad wanted a name.

When Bell to finish with the letters, I had lots of names.

Most of them were Tony Belzer.

Hey.

It's a pleasure talking to Sophia Darling.

Ciao.

All right, Russ.

Listen.

Yes.

I should have you crucified Tony close to times

and the news beat me on the story by two hours.

I can make this up to you, Russ.

I promise.

Listen, I've got an angle.

Oh, yes.

You always have an angle.

I could also have an angle.

How's this?

Tony Belzer, star maker, star destroyer, his driving ambition killed poor Cassie.

Make a hell of a column.

Russ, you wouldn't do that.

No.

Don't listen.

Everybody's doing the fallen sex symbol stuff.

Why don't you do an elegy, a graceful piece.

Classic Cassie, fallen star, but I give you her successor, the rising star.

Your client.

No doubt.

Elizabeth Warren, she's a natural.

She's got everything Cassie had in.

I give you credit for her discovery.

Oh, your generosity overwhelms me.

You allow me the privilege of making her an overnight

sensation so you can collect your commissions.

What a generous man you are.

Hello, Tony.

Not now, Hammer.

I'm busy.

Would that be my camera, the parapatetic detective?

I've read quite a lot about you.

Please.

Don't delay your conversation on my account.

Thanks.

You heard the man Tony.

Come on, let's talk.

Please, I said I'm busy.

You know my track record.

With your help Russ, Elizabeth's a lot for any movie Cassie was up for.

What did I call it?

Erovia.

I said let's talk.

Mike, listen.

Gee.

Hey, pal.

Take a breather.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Oh!

Damn it.

You broke my nose.

I don't think so, but we can work on it.

Russ Garring is the most influential columnist in this country.

Do you have any idea how much you cost me?

It's going to be a lot cheaper than plastic surgery.

Oh, wait.

I'm going to run some names by you and I want

you to tell me what they had to do with Cassie.

DeBell, Cooper, Marston, Caldwell.

Where'd you get those?

Never mind.

Here's another one for you.

Nathan Packett's.

Now, how did Cassie get mixed up with the mob?

Oh, isn't her babysitter?

She passed it around like Nickle Candy.

You passed her around, Tony.

You weren't her agent.

You were her pimp.

Now, tell me about Nathan Packett's.

He financed her last two pictures.

I introduced them.

That's all.

Cassie made her own choices.

Yeah, like stepping off that balcony.

Look.

Hammer.

I loved Cassie like everybody else.

She had magic.

I knew how to use it.

When she died, I lost six years' work, maybe ten.

You're going to lose a lot more than that if you had anything to do with her death.

You're out of here, Bozo.

Oh, yeah?

Very macho, Mr. Hammer.

Embarrassing and messy, but macho.

And what, if I may ask, have you done with Tony?

I left him in the men's room, copying phone numbers off the wall.

Brad Sterling admitted he was jealous.

Cassie's letters gave him every reason to be.

Each step of her career was carpeted with another man.

Producer, a director, an actor.

Where did Nathan Packett fit in?

She couldn't tell me yet there she was in nothing color.

The star dies, and before the body's cold, every

old movie in their library has been resurrected.

But then vultures don't gather over the living.

Mr. Hammer?

Yeah, fuller with the times.

So, I understand you're investigating the death of Cassie Conrad?

I'm sorry, I'm not talking to the press right now.

Well, I'm talking to you.

Some message from back.

Don't push.

We push back.

Of a girl's death, unless you want to join her.

Let it stay there.

It's better for everybody.

Everybody.

We're here on A&E.

After a storm, the city smells as clean as it ever gets.

But it would take a lot of storms to clean up

the mess that was clinging to Cassie's murder.

I was in no mood for socializing.

But Pat Chambers wanted me to meet him at the scene of the crime.

You see some ID?

Thank you.

It's okay.

Let him in.

You don't look too happy.

What's the matter?

I'm a cop.

You know a lot of happy cops?

Yeah.

What's bugging you?

Oh, now then I just hit a guy in the fist with my kidneys.

That must have hurt.

This is going to hurt, too.

Corners report?

Suicide.

What is that bother you?

You were happy with it last night?

Last night was last night.

This stinks.

Look at the blood analysis.

No drugs, just booze.

Not even enough to rate a 502.

Mike, let's think of what you said.

Somebody did kill her.

I knew you'd come around sooner or later.

Captain, if there's nothing else, I have quite a schedule.

That'll be fine.

You're a great help.

Thanks a lot.

Who's that?

Building manager.

I guess I want to rent this place.

You kidding?

They didn't lose a nickel.

Rent was paid for a whole year.

Wait a minute.

Cassie didn't spend that much time in New York.

Who paid for it?

It was a Cassie's check.

It wasn't that much drama on her account.

Mike, it was murder.

I don't have a chance at hell of proving it.

What about an inquest?

Take it to a coroner's jury.

It's not going to be a jury.

Pressure, big pressure.

Barryton's catching it.

I'm catching it local, state and federal.

Where's it coming from?

I don't know.

But it's officially suicide.

They released Cassie's body this morning for cremation.

Who, too?

Her ex-husband, Brad Sterling.

Okay, thanks.

What are you going to do?

My little pressure, my own.

Brad Sterling was given custody of Cassie's body, and he'd taken it to a

place where even the most celebrated get poured into a vase.

A strong lead on the urn.

Brad told me he didn't want to go through the cremation alone.

We tried to reach you.

I haven't been to the officer.

What's she doing here?

Tony Meltzer asked her to set up the memorial service.

Brad didn't want it, but you know Tony.

Got anything yet?

There are a lot of questions.

Like who paid for the penthouse that Cassie used when she was in town.

Well, not me.

Even though I would have done anything to bring her back to me.

Do you ever have any idea?

Tony kept Cassie cash for tax shelters, investments.

She was always complaining about him being cheap with everyone but himself.

Oh.

Cassie couldn't afford it.

Okay, thanks.

Mike, the service is at 11 tomorrow.

Cassie would have wanted you to be here.

I'll see you at 11.

Mr. Hammer, Mike, time to sell Lyman.

I sell you outside Cassie's apartment when I should die.

Oh, yeah, remember.

I'm Tony Meltzer's assistant.

That's not much to brag about.

Look, the only reason I work for Tony, there's no better in his field.

You learn at the top, you work at the top.

Some top.

After junk magazines and your friendly checkout

counter would disappear without people like Tony.

Sometimes the real truth would do a lot more damage in those magazines.

Come on, if you're going to tell me the lady was

a tramp forgettable I heard that film before.

I wasn't.

You may find this hard to believe, but Cassie and I were friends.

We were good friends.

Really?

Did you tell you who was coming to dinner the night she died?

No.

What I do know is Cassie was trying to turn her life around.

Tony forgotten he was a human being underneath the image.

She was being pulled in so many different directions.

Her life was a champus.

Speaking of champus, what do you know about a guy named Nathan back?

Nathan?

He's just a fan.

He invested a couple of her pictures.

Real solid citizen, huh?

Especially with the Senate rackets committed.

Look, what I wanted to tell you is Cassie asked me to represent her.

She was going to make a break from Tony.

Come on.

Tony would never let him be able to take it like Cassie get away.

Cassie had finally decided to take control of her life.

She said she had a weapon to make it happen.

Really?

What was the weapon?

I don't know.

But you are right about Tony.

He wouldn't let Cassie get away.

The lady raised more questions than she answered.

But maybe that's what comes with working at the time.

No gas, no hot wax.

I don't want to ruin my image.

You got it.

I wasn't in the habit of getting my car washed.

But today I had a good reason.

I noticed a familiar face in my rear view mirror.

A guy who worked for Nathan Backus.

He's fuller from the times.

Now it was going to be my turn to give him a new splash.

Here you go.

Keep the chain.

Get the dirt off that gun.

Come to catch up with Tony Belzer.

I found him working on a center fold for his latest layout.

No, no, no.

Elizabeth, honey, you look like a clutz.

I told you to stay on the diet.

Ella, if you really want something, you got to pay for it.

Lester, if we untie the bikini, what will I do for the baby fat?

Baby fat?

I can squeeze the angle.

How lean do you want her?

I want her to look like Cassie.

Damn it.

Mr. Belzer, I don't do nudes.

Playboy offered me $25,000.

Hefner wouldn't touch you with an airbrush the way you're handling your face.

Look at your eyes.

Would you do last night?

Run with a grunion?

Makeup, do something with her eyes.

And you.

All right, get up.

Stand up.

All right, you all for the bikini.

I make stars, not prom queens.

You decide what you want, Elizabeth, or I am through.

Donnie, I want to talk to you.

Forget it, Hammer.

I got problems here.

You can have some real problems unless I get some answers.

Now let's talk.

All right, everybody, take five.

I said, everybody, go on, get out of here.

Scram.

Nobody gets it.

Nobody understands what I do.

It gives a damn.

Without me, Cassie would have been just another...

She would have wound up with a platoon of rug rats, pulling at her skirt.

At least she'd still be alive.

Now before she died, she wanted to leave you, didn't she?

That's a perfect motive for murder.

We've been through all this.

I didn't kill Cassie.

I know you loved her.

What do you want?

You want Cassie to look like a saint?

I can manage that.

You want a statue of her on Liberty Island?

It's taken.

You want vengeance?

It's just not here.

I want some truth, pal.

I want you to tell me what made Cassie decide to leave you.

That was just tall.

Do you know this town?

Just rumors.

Cassie was my biggest client.

I'm not stupid.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But you're nervous.

Nervous enough to ask a guy like Nathan Backus to put the pressure on me?

You're crazy.

You've got problems with Backus.

Talk to Backus.

I plan to.

Good luck in your career, sweetheart.

Tell me you're sure about this.

Trust me.

Love you, sweetheart.

Get back on the sheet.

If Elizabeth Warren trusted Tony the way

Cassie did, I just hope she owned a parachute.

It seemed as though all roads led to Nathan Backus.

But before I could pay him a visit, somebody I wasn't expecting paid me one.

I'm in shock.

I'm Fred.

I'm Fred.

I was no closer to the reason Brad Sterling died than

the night I saw Cassie floating like a ribbon in the sky.

What is it, Hammer?

Your apartment is like an elephant burial ground.

I mean, people only seem to come there to die.

You ought to pay me a visit Larry.

Maybe the same urge will strike you.

Listen to me.

I'm serious.

Give him a break.

He's been in the Conroy case since the beginning.

Listen, Cassie Conroy's death caused the sensation.

Her ex-husband's death made it a catastrophe.

I'm getting phone calls from people I only addressed by their titles.

Now, why?

Brad Sterling must have told you something.

He never had a chance to tell me a thing.

He died right in my arms.

Listen, nobody's accusing you of anything.

But we have a major PR problem here.

A personage of the visibility of Cassie Conroy dies.

Her ex-husband dies and you refuse to cooperate.

I'm not refusing anything.

Listen, I called you.

You remember?

Listen, we're talking about murder here.

We're not talking about suicide.

Believe me.

I'm considering reopening the Conroy case.

Well, it's about time.

And while you're at it, look into a guy named Nathan Bacchus.

Nathan Bacchus?

Nathan Bacchus?

He's with the syndicate.

So was Al Capone.

If you gentlemen will excuse me, I've got a funeral to attend.

Nice talking to you.

Hey, wait a minute.

Emma!

Emma!

Miss Warren.

Miss Warren, is we going to replace Cassie Conroy in her next picture?

Please, no interviews.

Cassie was my idol.

Ross, you're a columnist.

What implications do you find in the death of Red Sterling?

This is not the time.

Nice little quiet memorial service.

Yeah, I've seen smaller crowds at Yankee Stadium.

Did you read this?

Russell Garringer.

Amazing.

He buries one movie queen and installs another on the same page.

Yeah.

Who's Elizabeth Warren anyway?

Do you think the readers really take someone like her seriously?

Sweetheart, that's how stars are made.

What did you get on the will?

Well, it was recorded about six months ago.

She left the California House of Red.

And the sizeable amount goes to Manny.

Sounds like Cassie.

There was something about an assignment of rise to a Dorothy Haynes.

Dorothy Haynes.

I haven't been able to run that down yet.

But Tony is listed as the executor.

I wonder if he still collects his 15%.

Keep working on it.

Just your name, Garringer.

I figured you'd write a whole page.

You're not just uncouth, Hammer.

You're tasteless.

I take lessons from you, pal.

I read your column.

How long, Elizabeth?

You're late.

I didn't think you were going to make it.

Terrible thing about Brad.

Yeah, just sad day all around.

Listen, you by any chance haven't seen Dorothy Haynes.

She didn't sign him.

Dorothy Haynes?

I understand she's a friend of Cassie's.

Well, she was Cassie's secretary, but Dorothy died over a year ago.

They're dropping like flies.

Giselle, are you sure the lighting guy has his cues?

He's ready.

What about the music?

All set.

Okay, let's go.

I had to smile.

Cassie was always late, but she sure knew how to make an entrance.

Dear friends,

we're gathered here today to mourn the passing of a star.

Yet Cassie was more than that.

She was a legend.

In six short years, she captured the hearts of this country.

Common people who only bought a ticket.

People who didn't know her is the wonderful girl that you and I knew.

Yet they loved her.

As I loved her.

As you loved her.

Get in.

Mr. Bacchus wants to talk to you.

That's an invitation, Mr. Ham.

Give me your keys.

So bring your car.

Take it easy.

There are no breaks.

The transmission's out.

The winter wipers don't work.

And I want it that way when I get it back.

Tragic is tragic.

Beautiful woman.

Yeah, you look devastating.

Well, it tells me you're a tough nut.

It's not too tough to crack.

I liked Cassie.

She reminded me of my wife when she was young.

And not to mention if I could give me the button to financing her films.

Yes.

It was my pleasure to back her.

What else was it your pleasure to do to her?

My relating to you was strictly business.

I'm sure your wife is delighted to hear that.

So get to the point.

I make you to find another case.

I'm happy with the one I'm on.

Listen, Ham.

Everybody's got somebody that they got a answer to.

Even in my position.

It's the way of the world.

Yeah?

Who's big enough to make you sweat?

Who says I'm sweating?

Who do you have to answer to?

That's none of your concern.

Look, pal.

Somebody's got an answer for Cassie Conway and Brad Sterling.

I think it's you.

Listen, Ham.

Let's make an agreement.

You find yourself another case and we're both happy.

I don't feel happy.

You work at it.

Nathan back has thrown me a curve and I swung at it.

But the question will remain.

Who the hell did he answer to?

Hi, Mike.

I got some information on our lady, Dorothy Haynes.

Yeah, what do you got?

Okay.

She was born in Sacramento, 1961, moved to LA.

And she joined the Screen Extras Guild.

She kept up her membership for three years and then went back to college.

Graduated from Cal State Fullerton since then.

Nothing.

Not even a driver's license.

Okay, good.

Now listen.

You said Manny was in Cassie's will.

How much money are we talking about?

Well, ballpark.

Figure over a million.

But the way it was written with Brad Sterling out

of the picture, five million is a closer figure.

Manny's the remaining beneficiary.

By the way, he called and he's got to see you right away.

Okay, tell these people I'll get back to him as soon as I can.

Okay.

Giselle Lyman called several times, though, and she was very persistent.

I'm not surprised.

Working with Tony Belcher can do that to you.

I'll check with you later.

Okay.

Okay.

I didn't want to think that Manny Mandrel had anything to do with Cassie's death.

But with the money she left him, he sure could buy a lot of rabbits.

Suspicion is a rotten feeling when you're wrong.

Poor Manny.

He'd left a note for me.

Mike, I can't find any more magic.

I'm sorry.

I was sorry too.

He said her here on A&E.

Well, Mike, this is a pleasant surprise.

Hello.

Hey, nice joint.

Expense account.

I live out of a suitcase.

I need a drink.

How about you?

Scotch, all right?

No, thanks.

How old did you know Manny Mandrel?

I knew that he was a friend of Cassie's.

He just killed himself.

I can't believe it.

Really?

I thought you'd understand that better than anybody, Dorothy.

That is your legal name, isn't it?

Dorothy Haynes?

Yes, it is.

A little less glamorous than Giselle Lyman, but then that showbiz, right?

I think we better talk this out, Mike.

The way you talk it out with Cassie.

She thought you were going to protect her, didn't she?

I told you.

I was Cassie's friend.

Maybe Dorothy Haynes was, but that loyalty changed with your name.

Even so she trusted you.

She even left you an assignment of rights.

Rights to want.

It's nothing.

A diary.

A diary?

The one you were going to publish if anything happened to her.

That was her weapon, wasn't it?

Some things are better kept private.

Yeah.

So you can use it for your own purposes.

A little friendly black man, right?

Tony taught you very well, Dorothy.

Power.

That's what makes your motor run, isn't it?

That and other things.

Sorry, sweetheart, bad timing.

I'm a lot like Cassie.

That's why we understood each other so well.

To want something?

That's no crime.

With holding evidence of murder is, if you try to use that diary for anything,

you could wind up even more like Cassie.

Dead.

So you've got a choice.

Either give me the diary or give it to the police.

This could cause a lot of damage.

You sit carefully.

Don't worry.

I have a healthy respect for weapons.

It was a long night of bad reading, but the answers were there.

By the time Cassie realized the price of stardom, it was too late.

Hello, Tony.

I asked you to drive by.

Mike, if you've got an ounce of pity, you've got to give me that diary.

I swear I'll make things right.

What do you want it for?

It's my only chance.

So, Mike, you name your price.

Everybody's got a price.

And I have mine right here.

I finally know what you're afraid of, Tony.

I've read about it.

You pushed Cassie too far and now it's going to blow up in your face.

Damn it, Mike.

I love Cassie.

I work my butt off of her.

You used her like a stack of poker chips.

The game was sex.

You taught her how to play because without her, you wouldn't even have an Andy.

But whether you could have it all.

Producers, politicians, money, media power.

Mike, you've got to believe me.

It was for her too.

Mike, I need that diary.

Tony Belzer just collected his last commission.

Cassie's diary led me to the person I needed to talk to.

I called him and told him to meet me at her apartment.

I was sure he knew the way.

Take a letter.

Say what did you take a letter?

This one.

I love you.

Please marry me.

This apparently ends a deadly nerve can.

If you try to leave off the tower.

I only tolerate this summon so I can warn you.

If I choose, I can see you'll never work in this city again.

Yes, I know.

The power of the pen.

Russell Garringer, the voice of the people.

Well, come on in, Russ.

Sit down.

Watch the movie.

After all, it was your column that made Cassie a star.

Tony thought that he did it, but it was actually you.

It made her a lot more than that.

At least that's what it says in here.

What is that?

Oh, nothing.

Just a day by day account of her most intimate activities.

She kept a diary.

I suppose I mentioned you bet, Russ.

But apparently you didn't ring any chimes with her.

Sex wasn't your game according to Cassie.

You didn't play it very well, but other people did.

The people that you had Tony pimp her out to.

It's all in here.

Politicians, producers, bankers, mob hunchos like Nathan Bacchus,

you controlled the wall.

Very subtle, but still a very deadly form of black man.

You promised them that you'd keep their affiliation with Cassie out of your column

in exchange for certain favors like investing in her

movies, which made you very rich and very powerful.

Nathan Bacchus even killed for you.

Nonsense.

Unprovable in any court.

Maybe.

But this year would keep a jury from dosing off, especially

the episode with the investment banker in the hot fudge.

You're very naive, Mr. Hammer.

As far as the great unwashed public is concerned, I'm above reproach.

Then reproach this pal.

When you found out that Cassie was going to leave Tony, you got very nervous.

You couldn't manipulate her anymore.

She was going to spill everything.

You couldn't take a chance going to a guy

like Nathan Bacchus and having him kill her.

He could use that against you.

So you decided to do it all by yourself?

Simple trip off the balcony.

You could handle that.

What you didn't know is that she wrote it all down.

Every seedy, sweaty step on the road to her fame and your fortune.

Look at her.

What quality she had.

Whistful, sensual, vulnerable, Torrid.

There was never anybody like her.

All she had to do was love me.

That's all I asked.

I could have given her so much.

Opened doors for her.

She never even knew existed.

But she could only look at me with nothing but the vilest contempt.

I could sense it every time she was with me.

You know what it's like lying next to someone

you love and then have her shudder at the day.

I wanted her and I had her and I owned her.

Can I destroy her?

Not completely, pal.

Part of her is still here.

The part that can destroy you.

Maybe a little sordid, but these days, what isn't?

Come on, hand it over.

Sure.

Catch.

God's sake, Hammer.

Give me your hand.

Hammer!

I'll give you a standing ovation.

The Cassie Conroy was dead, but her image would live on forever.

I felt she should be remembered as Manny Neuer, as

Brad Neuer, as the public wanted to remember her.

The way I wanted to remember her too.

Tonight, it's the actor, director, and producer

who's been making your day for a generation.

Clint Eastwood, as Hollywood Hot Chats Weekly

continues on biography at 80-9 Pacific.

Now, a Remington steel impersonator turns up dead.

Yes, who do you target is?

No, no, no, no, no.