(Dick Clever, Episode Six, Takes Two)

                                            THEME / JAZZ HORN UNDERNEATH: 
                                            DOCK SIDE SOUNDS, WATER LAPPING.

DICK:			7:15 and the moon rose over a cold bay. If I was a poet I would say it 			
                    was like a ghostly woman watching over us lost souls as we made our 			
                    way in this world. Making our way through the dark and shade while 			
                    those pure hearted lay to rest. A rest that they would stir from in the 			
                    glow of the vibrant sun, unlike the poor sod that had been found by 			
                    the docks.  But I’m not a poet. So I’d say I got a stiff by the docks. 
			
				                            THEME OUT, WATER CONTINUES LAPPING.

DICK:			Constable Adhere, what's the story?

ADHERE:		Oh, Dick, top of the morning.

DICK:			It's night.

ADHERE:		I shall be amending me report accordingly. 

                                            (PAUSE)

                    Do you think the K is readable like?

DICK:			Where's the body?

ADHERE:		The doctor has already taken it.

DICK:			Very well.

ADHERE:		But I can tell you that the body was found here.

DICK:			Adhere?

ADHERE:		Yes Dick?

DICK:			Did you do the outline?

ADHERE:		No sir, that was the good Doctor.

DICK:			And who coloured it in?

ADHERE:		Yes sir, that was me.

DICK:			Who said you could colour it in?

ADHERE:		My therapist, sir.

DICK:			Really?

ADHERE:		She said that I should start to express my feelings and channel my 
			        creative side.

DICK:			Right.

ADHERE:		I mean what's wrong, Dick, I kept within the lines.

DICK:			This therapist, is there anyone else on the force seeing them?

ADHERE:		Why, no sir. Apparently I am the only one that can see them.

				                            JAZZ HORN UP UNDERNEATH:

DICK:			This didn't surprise me one bit. Returning to the office I rested in the 			
                    sallow light of the lamp, fingering the photographs of the tongs. 
			        There was something that I was missing and if I only knew what 
			        wasn't evident, I'd have the answer to the riddle I fathomed.

			        Come in. 

				                            DOOR OPENS.

KRANKSY:		Hickory wants you bad.

DICK:			Why does he want me bad? Why not happy, good or even morally 
			        indifferent?

KRANKSY:		Don't be a wise guy just get up there before he comes down on all of 
			            us.

DICK:			Okay, okay.

				                            DOOR SHUTS.

DICK:			You going to leave or just shut the door?

KRANSKY:		Oh....okay.

				                            DOOR OPENS.

KRANKSY:		(MUFFLED) Is that better?

DICK:			You betcha!

				                             DOOR CLOSES.
				                             JAZZ HORN PLAYING UNDERNEATH: 

			         I made my way through the dark corridors of the police station to the 
			         Captain's room.

				                             JAZZ HORN OUT. CAT CRY.

HICKORY:		Come in.

				                             DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES.

			            Well, well, well, Detective Clever, I want to be caught up on the Cod 
			            Piece Murders.

DICK:			Please call me Dick. But, there's not much to tell. We have a few stiffs 
			        and a handful of fish fingers and not much more.

HICKORY:		So, you’re floundering?

DICK:			Just stuck.

HICKORY:		Well, is that the best you've got? A bit limp, Detective Clever. 
			            Obviously, your old fashioned ways aren't getting the job done.

DICK:			Look, Captain, I've looked at these murders a thousand different 				
                    ways. If I can't see, what's to say another will?

HICKORY:		Well, whether you like it or not you’re getting a partner, detective.

DICK:			The hell I am. And please call me Dick.

HICKORY:		I'm glad you’ve reached acceptance so quickly. Her name is Petra 
			            and she's a rookie straight out of University, bright and willing with no 
                        street experience, detective.

DICK:			And you worry about me becoming a cliché? Listen, Captain Hickory, 
			        you know I work best alone. You've read my file, you know what 
			        happens to my partners and please, please, call me Dick.

HICKORY:		Yes, I know all about your former partners, like Wesley.

DICK:			His wife never forgave me.

HICKORY:		And Collins.

DICK:			His wife never forgave me…

HICKORY:		And Robertson.

DICK:			Oh, she forgave me, more than a dozen times.

HICKORY:		Look, you keep your nose clean and to the grindstone.

DICK:			I don't quite think that works…

HICKORY:		Now get out of my office, your partner's waiting for you outside, 
			            Detective.

DICK:			Please, feel welcome to call me Dick. Are we finished?

HICKORY:		If you don't get a breakthrough, you will be.

                                             CHAIR MOVING, PERSON OPENS DOOR.

			            (MUFFLED) What a dick.

DICK:			See, was that so hard?

				                             DOOR CLOSES.
					
				                             JAZZ HORN PLAYS UNDERNEATH:

DICK:			It was at this point that I started to harbour a grudge against the 
			        Captain. It wasn't so much that he was right, it was the fact that I had 
			        a new partner.

				                             MENACING CHORD

                   A rookie!

			      Straight out of university!

				                            MENACING CHORD.

			      And a woman!
				
			      Of the female gender! 

				                            MENACING CHORD.

			     It would be a long night.
			 
				                            THEME SONG UP AND OUT.

                                             END

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