Steven Bochco by Death by Hollywood

introducing her to the director that when it was time to leave the office, he opened the door and backed into the guy’s private bathroom.
    â€œDid you get the part?” Dennis asks.
    Vee shakes her head. “I was so embarrassed, I could barely get through the audition. I never read for anything my husband wrote again.”
    â€œSo you’re married.”
    â€œSeparated. In fact, we split up the same day Ramon was murdered.” Which is the signal Dennis was waiting for to commence his interrogation.
    â€œHow well did you know him? Ramon, I mean.”
    Vee says she only knew him professionally, but he was a really good teacher and a charming guy.
    â€œHe ever make a pass at you?”
    Vee laughs. “Ramon made a pass at everyone. You’d be insulted if he didn’t.”
    â€œBut you didn’t respond.”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œDo you know anyone who did?”
    â€œOther than myself, I’m not sure I know anyone who didn’t.”
    â€œDo you know Linda Paulson?”
    â€œSure.”
    â€œWhat about her?”
    â€œAnd Ramon?”
    â€œUh-huh.”
    â€œI don’t know. Y’know, she’s older, very attractive, but she’s married to a very rich guy . . . If I had to take a guess . . .” Vee shrugs. “I don’t know . . .”
    â€œWhat was it that made Ramon so attractive to women?”
    â€œYou always knew what the deal was with him. He always made you feel sexy, and he was totally clear it was just about sex, not about getting involved, and that’s very appealing to a lot of women.”
    â€œBut not to you.”
    â€œI guess I’m not that kind of girl,” Vee says, and Dennis is rewarded with a smile when he remarks that he’s glad she isn’t.
    â€œDid any of the women in your class talk about their relationship with Ramon, tell you any stories about him?”
    â€œWhat kind of stories?”
    â€œThat he was kinky for this or that, or he liked it rough?”
    Vee shakes her head. “No, nothing like that. But sometimes they’d gossip about what a stud he was.” And she holds her hands about a foot apart to indicate the rumored size of Ramon’s dick.
    Dennis grins, which tells Vee, among other things, that he’s not afflicted with penis envy. “Any jealousy you picked up on, or maybe a jealous husband or boyfriend you heard about?”
    â€œI’m sorry, no.”
    â€œDid he have any enemies that you knew of?”
    Vee laughs, then says no.
    â€œWhat’s so funny?”
    â€œI’m sorry, but it’s like I’m reading for a part in
Law and Order
or something, except it’s for real.”
    â€œY’know, it’s none of my business,” Dennis says, “but I spoke to your agent, this Ari Goldstein guy, and he sounded kind of like an immature jerk.”
    Vee laughs again. “Ari Goldstein
is
an immature jerk. And he’s not my agent. He’s my agent’s assistant.”
    Now it’s Dennis who laughs. “Gee, I guess he lied to me.”
    â€œThere’s a shock,” Vee says.
    An awkward silence then, as if there are no other questions to ask, but neither of them wants the conversation to end. Finally Dennis stands, signaling the interview’s over. “Thanks for coming in, Vee.”
    â€œMy pleasure,” she says.
    â€œI know this isn’t strictly speaking professional of me, but would you consider going out with me sometime?”
    Vee’s smile lights him up. “I’ve never gone out with a policeman.”
    â€œYou don’t have to worry,” Dennis says. “I’m potty-trained.”
    â€œThat’s a relief,” Vee says.
    Out in the squad room, Dennis asks for Vee’s phone number, and she writes it for him on the back of her eight-by-ten. “I’m staying with a girlfriend in Hollywood till I figure out my life,” she says, “but that’s my