Homicide: Life on the Street

Munch: Love, money, revenge. Of all the various and sundrie of motives for murder, talking in the movies is the most reasonable excuse. Mike Giardello: This Blowen probably died of natural causes. Munch: That 's what you think. Really the Gods of the old Hollywood are still up there in their Busby Berkley version of heaven smoking cigars, drinking rye on the rocks, looking down in disgust at this lonely picture we call our lives. They're all up there together. The Columbia goddess. The MGM lion. The Warner Brothers. They spot this schmuck, Blowen, making a mockery of their life's work, so what's left to do but write the offending actors final scene. The illuminious swede gets the letters of transit. Our loudmouth has a massive cardiac arrest. Farewell. Stay down. The end.