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The National Scoop has a circulation of 10 million readers, and that's just the

people who actually buy the paper. Think of the countless others who just read

it in the checkout line.

That's a staggering thought. You'd be known nationwide, worldwide.

Millions of people would recognize you on site.

Ellen, I have mixed feelings about those things. I don't. Good.

Maybe you could talk some sense into your father.

It's a terrible idea.

Terrible? It's not a terrible idea. It's a terrific idea.

A profile about the two of you.

Father -son crime -fighting team, a super -smooth doctor, and a slightly

cop is a really, really... Okay, I'll be honest with you.

There's another reason I need you to do this for me.

Gee, two minutes and 45 seconds to get to the truth. A new world record for

intrepid reporter Ellen Sharp.

Wait a second, that's not fair, is it? Thank you.

I mean, obviously it's hard for her to say what she has to say.

You know, she told us the truth from the beginning. What she was going to tell

us is that if she does an article on us, it'll get her a job on a real news

feed. Come on, that kind of sarcasm just makes it harder for us, Steve. This is

her one chance to escape her dreary, mind -numbing job and become a respected

journalist.

Come on, tell us what you were really going to tell us, Ellen.

Yeah, okay, I, uh... I don't recall.

That was right.

No.

Sloan here. You mean you were going to do an article about us just so you could

get a better job? If it got to the attention of the right people.

Uh -huh. I can be there in about 20 minutes.

Right.

Something important?

Yeah, it could be.

Follow up on it.

Oh, no, you don't. What?

Ellen, I like you. I really do.

I like you, too. But as we've already discovered, we don't work well together.

Are you kidding? We solved the Earthonomy murder case.

Excuse me, I think my father and I did... I solved it. No, what you did was

nearly get yourself killed three or four times. Nearly is the operative word

there. Ellen, I can't blame you for wanting to escape the school.

But I can only cheer you on.

I can't provide the shovel.

I'll be home in time for dinner.

Okay.

Has he always been stubborn?

I think so.

Yeah, we don't need them anyway.

You're the real hook. I mean, a cop fighting crime, what's unusual about

But a doctor.

Hello.

Murder Maven Mark Sloan.

Homicide stalks the mild -mannered physician through the corridors of

General Hospital. Nobody stalks me. I'm a consultant for the police department.

The rare times that I help them out, the cases come from them.

That's boring.

But it's real.

I just wouldn't want to give your readers the impression that bodies just

up on shore right at my feet.

What's that?

You were saying?

The cause of death was asphyxiation.

There's also evidence of blood instrument trauma.

And I also found a wood sliver in the back of her head.

So someone knocked her out and dumped her in the ocean.

She could have hit her head on something if she was in the ocean.

No, generally people don't intentionally go into the ocean with their boots on.

Especially these boots.

Expensive. Very expensive.

We're running a fingerprint match right now, but until that comes back, all I

can tell you is that we have ourselves a very healthy Jane Doe, with the

exception of the beginnings of an eye infection.

Well, there's not too many places selling this kind of Western wear

Maybe somebody will remember selling them. Well, it's a starting place,

I may have a better one.

School for migrant workers?

She was wearing it.

Uh, por favor, ¿dónde está la escuela?

Está por allá.

Gracias.

Oh, no.

I have every right to be here.

How did you even find out? A good reporter never reveals a source. It was

dad, wasn't it?

All right, you're here, but you're not to do any talking.

You understand?

Do you understand?

Do you recognize her?

Miss Sharp.

What happened to her?

Who is she?

She was wearing one of your school t -shirts.

Ellen.

For the past few months, she taught here at the Vista Valentina.

That's it?

What else do you want to know?

A name might be helpful.

Helen, would you wait outside for a minute, please?

Outside, please.

This always happens. I need to know the victim's name.

Lara Adams.

Did she have any enemies that you know about? How would I know that?

Miss Sanchez, I'm just trying to find out what happened to her.

If she was someone you knew or cared about, you might want to help me.

She was dating my brother, Angel.

Her father was very angry about it.

He doesn't think much of Mexicans.

Where would I find Angel?

I haven't seen him for a couple of days.

Try the Union Hall.

United Farm Workers.

He spends a lot of time there.

Thank you.

It's an occupational hazard.

I mean, I don't mean to ask questions, but some big old space appears in the

conversation, and before I know it, a question pops out of my mouth.

See?

Like, right now, for instance.

If I could think of a question to ask you, I would, because I find the silence

just, well... difficult.

into that migrant camp and dragged her out.

I should have sent her to Europe. I should have done anything to keep away

that... that boy.

By that boy, you mean Angel Sanchez?

Steve, this is Malcolm Adams. He just identified the body of his daughter,

Laura. This is my son, Steve Sloan. He's a detective lieutenant with the LAPD.

My daughter's going for her MBA at Stanford.

Top of her class. Then she meets this low -life scum.

From what I understand, Angel is pretty right himself.

He's working on a law degree.

Nights. Where?

Paco's drive -thru law school.

Mr. Adams.

He was a parasite.

A union -organizing con man.

My daughter fell for his line of bull.

Book, line, and sinker.

And now she's dead.

You better find him.

Before I do.

The guys down at the Union Hall say Angel Sanchez is their most effective

organizer. He's been working with farm workers up and down the California

No record of violence, no complaints from old girlfriends.

He's had a couple of run -ins with cops on the picket lines, but other than

that, his sheet's clean.

I just think it's so odd that he should disappear on the day that his girlfriend

drowns. He travels around a lot. Maybe the news hasn't caught up with him yet.

We're going to head back out to the camp. Maybe his sister's heard something

from him by now.

Of course, anything you print will be uncorroborated and will have to be

retracted.

I'll take him to trauma three.

Please, Dr. Trapp.

You need to get him to a hospital.

We have no insurance.

It doesn't matter. He needs help.

He won't get it.

We have no insurance.

His name is Angel Sanchez.

Angel Sanchez?

Mr. Sanchez, do you want any medication of any sort right now?

Is that Tamanda Medicina?

Mr. Sanchez?

Well, I guess I should have asked him about his meds first and his name

He's coding.

Get Dr. Clooney here now. I'll go get him.

Positive as on Hill Sanchez? Yeah, he came in with flu -like symptoms. He was

conscious of coherent woman, and then he just passed out.

Lesions look very interesting. They almost look granulomatous.

Hmm.

You talk to Angel Sanchez's family?

Yeah, sister.

You determine the cause of death?

Not yet.

She found something in his wallet that was kind of out of place.

Nicholas Faber, president.

Burkett Faber Pharmaceuticals. You know who that is?

Burkett Faber?

Aren't they donating a wing to Community General?

What is their connection to Angel Sanchez?

Well, it shouldn't be hard to find out. I know Walter Brookhead, a founder of

the company.

As a matter of fact, I know where he is right now.

This is an auspicious day for kicking off our partnership with Community

Hospital. This week marks the 25th anniversary of the founding of Burkett

Pharmaceutical.

Again, they have a better way to celebrate this new partnership than by

ground on the Burkett -Faber Research Wing.

Thank you. I hope by this time next week, see you all again.

Perhaps it'll be a cooler day when I announce the director of this dynamic

center. Thank you.

Big day, huh? Yes, it is. Congratulations.

Thank you.

Nice to see you.

Walter, I...

I have to ask you a question about your partner, Nicholas Faber. Oh, you mean

Wildman Faber?

Wildman? Yeah.

He's still crazy. He's always off somewhere risking his neck.

What's he done this time?

Well, I was kind of curious as to why he might be meeting with a United

Farmworker Labor Organizer, Angel Sanchez. You know anything about that? I

wouldn't have any idea why Nick is meeting with anybody.

You'd have to ask him yourself.

Of course, then you'd have to find him first.

Take it he's not one to sit around in the office much.

He can stand hanging around the suits one, maybe two weeks at the most. And

off. Off?

Oh, yeah.

Skiing in Gaston.

Trekking in Nepal.

Hand -feeding the sharks off the Great Barrier Reef.

Last year, he rode in the Paris to Dakar motorcycle rally.

Came in fourth.

Is that good?

It's unbelievable.

The man's a genius.

Just can't stand the routine of day -to -day running a business.

Why don't you ask the farm worker why he's meeting with Nick?

Unfortunately, he's dead.

Well, for whatever it's worth, I can assure you Nick will turn up.

Of course, when is anybody's guess. Would you excuse me? I've got to make a

couple quick calls.

What's going on?

What do you mean?

You're Mark Sloan, the Will Rogers of the medical profession, the doctor who's

never met a man he doesn't like.

You exaggerate, but what's your point? You don't like Walter Burkett.

What makes you think that?

Because I know you. When you don't like someone, you get a little thing going on

in your eye, a little tick. I do not.

All right, you don't.

But I can tell you don't like them.

No. Why?

You know, I'm not sure.

Back when I was in college, in undergraduate school, I had this fish

just have to tell you, I don't enjoy fish tank stories.

You'll enjoy this one.

Can I just guess, is this the one about you bringing home a Japanese fighting

fish, and unbeknownst to you, it ate up all the other fish in the tank?

Did I tell you this story?

Is there any other fish tank story?

No. And Walter Burkett reminds you of the Japanese fighting fish. There's

something in the eyes, really.

Yeah, you've got to come up with some better fish stories.

Listen, what do you think your chances for being the new director are?

I think they're pretty good.

What do you think? You got a shot, right?

Who's got a better shot?

Mind if I join you?

As a matter of fact, I do. You can't give your own father five minutes of

your... You've got to go finish your damn sandwich. I'll leave.

That was Walt over Kit.

What are you guys fighting about?

You're imagining things.

Selena.

Lieutenant Sloan is here.

I'm very sorry about your father, Miss Sanchez.

But I have to call the coroner. There has to be an autopsy.

No.

Miss Sanchez.

I'm taking him home.

You know you can't get him across the border.

Not without getting past all the paperwork and red tape.

Lieutenant Sloan can help you with that.

But you need to let him take your father now.

Why? When someone dies that's not under the care of a physician, there has to be

an autopsy.

It's the law.

After which, he'll help you take your father home.

To Mexico?

Yes.

He's a policeman. He has all kinds of connections. He can do that.

Yeah, well... You can.

Will you?

I'll try.

Oh, hey, thanks.

I, uh,

went to the Santa Monica Pier this afternoon.

Yeah, that's probably where Laura went in the water.

Yeah, I've got the currents figured right.

Laura Adams and Angel Sanchez had a fight at the end of the pier.

This, according to the security guard.

Uh, lover spat, he called it. It was very late, and the pier was deserted.

Spat. That's not a word you hear much anymore.

Did the guard say anything to him?

As long as he didn't get physical, he didn't want to butt in.

Anyway, the guard saw Sanchez drive off. Laura stayed.

The guard finished his rounds, and when he got back, Laura was gone.

Did you get any samples off those pilings?

They matched a splinter Amanda found in her hair.

I guess she could have jumped off, committed suicide.

If she was going to kill herself, she wouldn't have cared about those

boots. Laura Sanchez could have driven back, hit her in the head, and thrown

in the ocean.

If she hadn't had that eye infection, I wouldn't be so sure there was something

else going on there.

Her boyfriend had the infection.

Her boyfriend's father had it.

I mean, it could be a coincidence, but... I know. I know.

Of course, I'm just a slightly slow cop. I probably don't have the instincts of

a super sleuth like yourself.

How is Ellen, anyway?

You know how she is.

She's nuts.

She promises people, this woman, Selena, that I'd get her father and her brother

back to Mexico to be buried.

Oh, that's going to cost a lot of paperwork.

And it's expensive, too.

I didn't know you were that generous.

The preliminary autopsy reports indicate that both Sanchez men died of parasitic

encephalitis and cantamoeba.

Doesn't make any sense.

Doesn't? Well, in different regions of the world, people build immunities

against local parasites. This is one which the Mexican population has learned

live with.

It's only developed into a minor superficial infection.

Like Lara's eye infection.

You know something?

It's behaving like naglaria.

Excuse me?

Naglaria. It's a similar parasite, just a lot more aggressive.

It causes skin lesions and brain infections. Amanda, that's got to be

had. That's what I thought at first, but it isn't so.

They were definitely infected with acanthamoeba. Which somehow turned

The only reason why it didn't kill Lara Adams is because she drowned before it

had a chance to spread.

No, if she had it, she brought it back into the general population.

We could be facing a potential epidemic.

Yeah, we'd better notify the state health department.

Jesse's already on his way over to see them.

Where are you going?

Make sure this news stays with us.

This is about the migrant workers' camp, isn't it?

I'm going to find out eventually, so you might as well... I know you're going to

find out. That's why I asked you to meet me here.

I'm going to tell you something, but I want you to promise me you won't write

about it or talk about it or even think about it after I tell you.

Excuse me?

This can't get out to anyone.

Okay. Have you heard of the First Amendment to the Constitution?

It goes something like this. You can't yell fire in a crowded theater. That's

not the amendment. That's some lame excuse for getting around the amendment.

You're saying there's a fire in the theater.

I'm saying there might be.

A big one.

Yes.

And you want me to sit on this until we know for sure how big it is?

Yeah, that's what I'm asking. Oh, God, I hate this.

You know, real journalists have to face these kind of moral dilemmas every day.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I took Journalism 101.

You did?

I didn't think you needed it.

If I promise to keep this information, whatever it is, to myself until the

appropriate time, will you promise to tell me everything you know as soon as

know it?

Everything?

You're asking me to trust you, but you won't trust me?

Trust is not something most detectives have a hold on.

Reporters either.

What is it about you?

Dr. Kessler at the state health department said he would post some signs

the farm workers' camp warning anyone with an eye infection to come in for a

checkup. You know, they're all migrant workers. Not very likely to trust any

government signs.

Yeah, I mentioned that. He didn't seem to care.

What about the water supply? Are they going to test it? He said yes, but I get

strong feeling that it's a low priority.

I also notified the CDC in Atlanta. I figured those guys might want to run a

conference.

Wow, that's a pretty good size.

Was it just me or just the earth move for you two?

Right off the scale.

He's just pulling up.

That's it, boy.

Steve Sloan, I appreciate the call. Chip Nielsen, ma 'am.

Ellen Sharp, ma 'am.

We knew you'd put out an APB on this Nicholas Faber, and this guy answers the

description.

Seismologists came out to check their equipment after the quake this morning.

They were pretty surprised to find a dead body.

Is this the latest in hiking hills?

What are those, rock climbing loafers?

Nice tassels.

Thanks. It must have been buried at the top of the hill before it slid.

We try not to contaminate the crime scene.

Is it Nicholas Faber?

It used to be.

Tuesday on CBS.

It's all here.

There's absolutely no reason for me to move in here.

Your place was trashed. That might not have been the earthquake.

My cleaning lady hasn't been in for a while.

Besides, you think I'm afraid of a little five -point Templer?

What's that?

It's just a truck going by on the road out front.

They do that from time to time.

Well, you just want me here where you can keep an eye on me.

You got that right.

Angel Sanchez and his father both died from a mysterious parasitic infection.

Laura Adams had the disease, but she drowned.

And Nick Faber was, what, poisoned?

Whoever did it used enough arsenic to bring down a grizzly. He wasn't taking

chances.

I keep going back to Nicholas Faber's business card. Why would Angel Sanchez

have it? If Burkett Faber Pharmaceuticals is involved in any of

have a real problem here.

Well, it depends.

We can't be in business with any company that's implicated in an epidemic.

This is not only a question of ethics. There's a liability problem.

If there's a connection.

If. We don't know how high this goes.

Maybe you should have another conversation with Walter Burkett.

Dr. Sloan, have a word with him? Sure, Allie.

Do not touch that muffin.

What is it like?

Yesterday after the groundbreaking, I ran into Craig Burke.

The intern?

Right. I went to get a cup of coffee and saw Craig having an argument with

Walter Burkett.

Burkett? Right. And when I asked Craig about it, he said that I'd imagined the

whole thing.

But I couldn't figure out why he'd lie about it.

So then I got to thinking, Burke, Burkett, maybe there's a connection.

So I went into personnel and talked my way into Craig's files.

I didn't know you could do that.

Well, I hate it when people stick their noses in other people's business, but it

was so weird, you know?

What'd you find out?

Walter Burkett.

The man he claimed he didn't know is Craig Burke's father.

Dr. Sloan, hello.

Kept you in the bar in your reading.

Always more to learn.

You know, I just learned something kind of interesting myself.

Craig, is there any reason to change your name when you applied to medical

school?

You have a good relationship with your father, Dr. Sloan?

I'm afraid I didn't know my father very well.

I don't either, but I know enough to know I don't want to be anything like

You know, a lot of young people go through a stage of kind of feeling that

If it's a phase, I hope I never get over it.

Craig, did you know your father's business partner, Nicholas Faber?

By reputation.

My dad was rarely around the house, let alone his business partner.

They just found his body. He's been murdered.

You know of anybody who might want to see him dead?

Gregory Spenfield was his top researcher. He'd know what Faber was

if that would help.

Spenfield.

Yeah, that just might. Thank you, Greg.

Last time I saw Nick, he seemed agitated.

A little hyper, but that wasn't unusual.

He asked me for a brief update on our research projects, and he left.

No one saw him alive after that. Did he talk about the Acanthamoeba project?

We're not working on anything having to do with the Acanthamoeba parasite,

unless I'm completely out of the loop, which I doubt.

And he didn't seem upset about anything?

No.

Did he tell you where he was going?

I guess I assumed he was going riding in the desert. He usually did when he was

in town, but I really didn't know or care.

You looked up my personnel file?

Craig. Don't deny it. I went down there. I asked.

I was just trying to... There's no excuse for it, Alex.

I thought we were friends.

Your father's body and your brother's will be released in the next day or two.

I've already pushed through the paperwork, so you will be able to take

to Mexico for burial.

Thank you.

I was wondering if you'd take a look at this photo.

Who is he?

It's Nicholas Faber. He's a partner in Burkett Faber Pharmaceuticals. Can you

recognize him?

Not the face.

But I know the name.

The last day we were all together, my father and Angel got into an argument.

It seemed like every other word was Faber.

What were they arguing about?

They fought every time they were together, those two.

I had to stop paying close attention.

I think you should see this.

Esteban.

In spite of all the signs, he had no intentions of seeing a doctor.

In fact, he was wearing sunglasses so that nobody would notice.

They don't want to lose a day's pay.

See?

He's not the only one.

We're going to need some help out here.

Tell my dad.

They're not responding the way they should, are they?

No. Amanda was right. It's cantamoeba.

I've never seen a strain like this before. The antibiotics aren't working.

What can we do?

Nothing. All we can do right now is keep it contained.

Quarantine?

Yeah, I know. It kind of screams headline, doesn't it?

Mr. Adams.

Yes, you said you were looking for me. You told me my daughter had an eye

infection. They could have killed her if she hadn't drowned.

Yes. Is that what I have?

Let's have a look here.

Mr.

Adams, we're going to put you in isolation just until we're sure.

This is Angel Sanchez. Dr.

Sloan, I'm with the patient. Just take a second.

Excuse me.

This mutated parasite has gotten out into the general public.

Well, it's going to get a lot worse before it gets any better.

Craig.

Just tell me what needs to be done.

There's a faucet over there.

Scrub up.

All right, you

guys.

Come on.

We've got to be running on empty by now.

Come on, you've been working nonstop for hours. You've got to eat, both of you.

March.

Steve, good idea. Thank you.

What you got?

No onions?

Onions give you heartburn. Everything gives me heartburn. I like onions.

What's going on at the camp?

It's grim.

You know, somebody had to bring that parasite into the country. It had to be

Angel Sanchez or his father.

Because they were the first ones to show signs of the infection.

You know, being from Mexico, they should have had a natural immunity to

acanthamoeba. Yeah, but not this week's strain.

The question is, why did it mutate in such a virulent form?

Most of those people don't have the cap from the same town in Mexico.

Yeah, Carmenita.

I just pushed through the paperwork so Selina could take her father and her

brother back there.

Well, I'm willing to bet that that's where our problem lies. I better get

down to Carmenita.

I'm going with you.

Well, at least stay long enough to finish your pizza.

These onions.

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Excuse me, I'm Dr. Mark Sloan. This is Dr. Amanda Bentley.

May we speak with the doctor in charge, please? The doctor in charge died

yesterday. The new doctor is on his way. In the meantime, I'm in charge.

Uh, Miss, uh, Lopez, do you know what the doctor died of?

Not until the autopsy is performed.

Could it have been a camp amoeba? I think you better go.

Well, could we maybe give you a hand here?

Are you licensed to practice medicine in Mexico?

No, but we could... I could not take the responsibility.

May we at least have a look at the patient files? Of course not.

Your country isn't the only one with privacy laws.

Ms. Lopez, we have a serious medical problem in Los Angeles. I think it'd be

traced back right here to Carmenita. Obviously, you have the same problem. I

think you better go.

Ms. Lopez, at least talk to us.

If you prefer, I'll call the police.

All right.

Are you ready to receive?

I'm going to try a transmit now.

Yeah. Ding.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Open the window. I can't hear you.

What are you doing?

Nothing. I told you.

You're sending a story.

Well, kind of. I can explain. You promised me.

See, I knew you were going to react this way. That's why I didn't want to tell

you. You knew I would. Of course you knew.

I can't believe you'd do this. You're leaping to conclusions. I don't have to

leap, Ellen. There is no leap. It's so obvious.

After I trusted you.

Hey! Wait.

After? After? You didn't even trust me long enough to listen to what I had to

say. Let me show you the story.

I'll pick up a copy in a newsstand. Stay here.

Read it.

Two -headed alien colony discovered in the hills north of Las Vegas.

Alien group believed to be the... Last of ancient Indian tribe, which

disappeared from the face of the earth 500 years ago.

This is the story you were sending? My editor knew I was on to a story. He said

if I didn't send something in, he'd assign someone to come find me.

So you were sending him that.

Why didn't you just tell me? So you could make fun of the kind of journalism

do?

Can you give me one good reason I shouldn't send him the real story?

I suppose I could.

I don't know why you'd listen to me.

Yeah.

Me either.

Sloan here.

I think I found the source of the Acanthamoeba.

The schoolroom.

It's the only air -cooled structure in the entire camp.

The water.

Parasites like the water.

I'm convinced it's collected in the water that settles at the bottom of the

swamp cooler.

From there, much like Legionnaire's disease, it spreads as a fine mist

the air into the eyes of the children.

They, in turn, transmit it to their parents.

That's got to be it.

Lower Adams could have gotten it here.

Well, right now it's just a theory. We need to run some tests.

What are you doing here?

Your father brought us tons of medical supplies and food. For what in return?

Nothing. Come on, I'll give you a ride home. Oh, I see. You give us supplies if

I agree to leave like a good little boy.

You think everything is always about... All right.

Since you bring it up, I want you to know that I strongly disapprove of

interns and medical students such dangerous assignments.

It's not the kind of leadership I'd be expecting from the director of the new

center. Your son volunteered.

My point is that it's irresponsible. It's even immoral to take advantage of

young people's idealism.

You'll know that once you get a little maturity.

How's this for the height of Gaul? Walter Burkett lecturing on ethics and

values. Why do I bother with you?

Craig had an idea.

You're right.

You're absolutely right.

I'm going to call the guys over at the state health department, see if they can

pick this up and bring it over to CDC.

In the meantime, will you guys keep the place secure?

Angel and my father installed the swamp cooler.

They were so proud, so happy for the children.

There's nothing they did.

Can I see you in the tent?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Craig.

Thank you for coming out here.

Putting your own health at risk to help out.

It's what we do, isn't it?

How about your father?

It's all right, Alex.

I don't know why I was trying so hard to hide the connection.

I'm going to have to face up to being his son sooner or later. I might as well

start now.

I don't know what your problems with him were, but let's just say that some

people should have to get a license to become a parent.

I lost my dad last year.

I didn't even make it home in time to say goodbye.

And you know all the things that seemed so important?

All the ways I thought he had failed me so miserably?

I can't even remember what they were.

I don't know your dad.

Maybe you're right. Maybe he's a total loss.

What if you're wrong?

It's like a bomb hit and killed everything between the age of 15 and 60.

Bomb called poverty.

All the able -bodied men are up north working in our fields.

I am

already

overcrowded. You're going to have to make room for one more.

Chip. Senate.

His name's Henry Buttons.

Yeah, around here they call him Piote Buttons.

And believe me, he's much more likely to talk to cacti than to people.

He talked to you, didn't he?

I must remind him of cactus.

Look, you're going to have to take my word for it that he said what I said he

said. You mind?

Thanks.

The officer here said someone was shooting at you the other night.

Actually, he said he only heard one shot. Uh -huh.

You know who it was that shot at you, Henry?

I don't even know if this has anything to do with the victim we found after the

earthquake. I mean, he was poisoned, not shot.

So you didn't get a look at who shot at you?

No, I told you he wouldn't talk to you.

See, I figured they poisoned this guy.

Then they brought him up to the hillside to bury him.

They saw old Henry nosing around.

Might have taken a shot at him.

Well, old Henry isn't going to tell us who it was.

I'm not sure what good it would have done us anyway.

Nice talking to you, Henry.

Just put this back, please.

You know, I might have been way off track with this anyway.

Old Henry, he sees flying saucers all the time.

Last week, he saw Elvis at a karaoke bar in town.

But I figured, you know, you never know.

Well, thanks.

So what'd you find out?

Well, my Spanish leaves something to be desired, but it seems that whatever it

was they came in with, they were treated with toxmethalin, and they all ended up

suffering from acanthamina.

What the devil is toxmethalin?

I was hoping you knew.

Well,

I have my laptop in the car. I'll be right back.

I'll order some more.

Dip.

And I wanted to make it up to you, so I brought you this.

I don't get it.

Where's the story?

Well, it's this crazy, eccentric guy in an out -of -the -way place.

People call him Peyote Buttons. He hears things. He sees flying saucers. I just

thought it might tie in with your two -headed alien story.

You're making fun of me.

No, no, I'm not. So you're just stalling me from writing about the epidemic?

No, I just thought it might be worth a drive out there.

I mean, the guy doesn't talk much, but if anybody could get him to open up, I

thought it might be you.

You're very good at that.

Thank God for wireless technology. Here we go.

Toxamethalin. It was a protocol that was being tested in the third world

countries for the relief of rheumatoid arthritis.

Arthritis? Because of limited success, the FDA refused to grant permission to

test it in the United States.

Who applied for the permission?

Faber Limited.

Faber. A division of? Roquette Faber Pharmaceuticals.

A man and I are going to catch the first plane we can back to Los Angeles. We

need somebody to meet us at the airport.

You found something?

Oh, boy.

Like the man in the movie said, I'm mad as hell. I'm not going to take it

anymore. See you at the airport.

See you there.

One hour special event. Everybody loves Raymond. The first six years. CBS

Sunday.

You've got nothing. All drug companies test outside the U .S. It's common

practice. We know that Toxmethalin severely compromised the immune systems

the test group.

And in turn, that provided a perfect environment for the growth of the

Acanthamoeba strain.

This is a fairy tale. Do you have anything even slightly resembling proof?

We have the people who carried that Acanthamoeba from Cochrane to Mexico to

work camps here.

Well, I've heard of bloody trails before, Mark. And mountains of evidence.

What you're doing is making wild accusations without anything whatsoever

them up. And believe me, if you go public with any of these pipe dreams,

going to sue you for slant. Oh, be my guest, Walter. I'll be happy to show up

that trial.

Mr. Burkett, there's obviously some connection between your drug,

and this new improved version of Acanthamoeba.

And what's more, I think Nick Faber was intending to do something about it.

Such as?

Blow the whistle on you.

I think that's why he was killed.

For a grown -up, you have a very fanciful imagination.

So you wouldn't mind turning over all your research papers to clear Burkett

Faber's name?

You don't turn over our records to anyone for any reason. I can get a court

order. Give it your best shot.

Hey. We've collected all the toxamethylene that was brought up from

unless some of the workers are hiding it from us.

Take a look at this.

It's responding to drugs usually used for negleria.

Kissing cousin to camp amoeba.

We're not having much luck with any other antibiotics, and the concoction's

expensive. Yeah, well, put it on Burkitt Faber's bill.

Do me a favor, Amanda, and get me as much of this as you can, okay? Yeah.

Hey, um, Laura Adams.

Did anybody ever figure out how she gave the disease to her father?

Yeah, she used to use her dad's hot tub when she stayed with him on weekends.

As it turns out, it's a perfect breeding ground for a camp amoeba.

Next time her dad used the hot tub, the camp amoeba was waiting.

These people who were shooting at you, did you get a good look at them?

Was there just one man or two? Or one man with two heads?

Strike that question.

When you saw Elvis, did he sing at all?

Thank you.

Thank you. Shh.

I really appreciate your meeting with me.

I figured it was the only way to keep you from barging into my office.

But I have nothing to say.

I disagree.

Please. Go away.

I have a family.

I have a mortgage, school fees.

And a confidentiality agreement with Burkett Faber Pharmaceuticals. I am not

going to risk everything I've worked for my whole life.

Look, go and write an address down on a piece of paper.

All I'm asking for is about an hour of your time.

I want you to go and see what your work at Burkett Faber has done.

I won't bother you again.

I don't think so.

Well, it's not all bad news.

Come with me.

All right.

Jesse and I started using IV amphotericin B and myconazole. It's

for infections that are caused by negleria.

Amphotericin B is pretty strong, sir. It sure is. It's highly toxic in and of

itself, but that's what it's going to take to knock out this parasite.

Good work.

Yeah, his fever broke in a few hours.

Oh, that's marvelous.

I can hug you.

Well, don't let a little thing like professional decor get in the way. I

Are you using the same stuff out at the camp? Yeah, Jesse brought it up to the

camp this afternoon. We're in a wait -and -see pattern.

We did it.

Her fever's gone and she's much more alert.

That's great.

Look at that.

Burkett's favor, pharmaceuticals, while admitting no negligence, offers $10 ,000

in full to any victim of acanthamoeba. Yeah, they're trying to slip off the

without admitting they did anything wrong.

Well, $10 ,000 is a lot of money to those people. It's an annual salary to

of those farm workers.

Put dirt cheap for killing someone's brother or father.

So what are we going to do about it?

Where's Ellen? I thought she'd be wanting to cover this.

Yeah, I'm not sure where she is.

You two have a fight? I don't know. With us, I can never tell.

Well, I guess we better get started.

Good evening.

Thank you for coming.

Most of you don't know me. My name is Dr. Mark Sloan.

And I called this meeting to talk to you about this offer you received.

I know this sounds like a lot of money, but I want to urge you not to sign these

agreements. My name is Emilio Gonzalez, and I want to know why this is any of

your business.

Well, Mr. Gazoss, I'm a doctor, and I care about how the medical community

behaves. I think that briquette favors should be held responsible in a court of

law for what they did here.

They made a mistake, and now they're apologizing. If you read this leaflet

carefully, you'll notice that they don't admit to anything. They don't even say

they're sorry. But they do say that if you accept this one -time payment, you

give up all claims for damages.

They're trying to get off very cheaply.

$10 ,000 doesn't sound cheap to me.

You want to pay us $10 ,000?

I bet you we won't sign these agreements.

You all know me.

You know what happened to my brother, to my father.

I guess $10 ,000 is supposed to make me feel better about never seeing them

again.

About never bringing my children to sit on their grandfather's knee.

And another $10 ,000...

To never be able to turn to my brother for advice, for love?

They're offering us a fortune. Do you think those gringo doctors would offer

this money if they didn't think they had much, much more to lose?

Tell them, Dr. Sloan. She's right.

We can hire a lawyer.

We can sue for damages.

It's called a class action suit.

The lawyers will get all the money. We could end up with nothing.

Nothing? Is our pride nothing?

Are we so poor, so poor in spirit and in courage that we do not fight?

This company kills our friends and our family. Then they throw us 10 ,000

of silver. And we say, oh, gracias, muchas gracias.

They murdered my father.

They murdered my brother. To hell with these killers.

I do not take their tips.

You're high and mighty holier than thou, hypocrite. You must think you can get

away with murder.

You seem to have me confused with someone else, namely you.

You've gone too far, Sloan.

I didn't have anything to do with this article. Tell it to the judge.

Not only am I suing that rag, I'm coming after you, everything you own,

everything you ever dreamed of owning.

I didn't write that. You're the one who's been threatening me with it. On

that, I've just learned that one of their reporters has been living under

roof. Oh, by the way, if Burkett Faber's board of directors decides to cancel

its commitment to the research wing, there'll be nobody to blame but you.

Yeah, I don't know, Dad.

She promised she'd hold off, but maybe she decided she couldn't.

Listen, my cell phone's ringing.

Yeah. If I talk to her, I'll ask her.

Yeah, see you.

Steve Sloan.

Hi, it's me, Ellen.

Yes?

Did you hear me? I said it's Ellen.

Yeah, I heard you. I just don't know why you're calling me since you already got

your article out.

What? Your article on Burkett Faber Pharmaceuticals.

It's out?

Oh, like you had nothing to do with it.

Oh. Man, you have a hard time trusting people. Anybody ever tell you that?

on experience, I'd say it's warranted.

Oh, my God. You are such a... I'm not mad at you.

I understand why you did it.

I did not write a story about Burkett Faber.

You don't have to lie to me.

I don't know anything about it, okay?

But I do know something about something. So, you know, I think you should get

your butt out here now. It's important.

Out where?

Well, Mr. Brilliant Detective, where did you send me?

Dr. Sloan?

Selina? Yes.

Yes, of course, I'll be here.

What took you so long, Sherlock?

My Wednesday polling league.

Okay. I couldn't imagine why anyone would bother shooting at peyote buttons.

figured he had just had some kind of drug flashback.

I came to the same conclusion. But this morning, when I stopped in to have

breakfast before my drive back to L .A., something weird happened.

A car backfired. Old peyote took off like he'd been shot.

Or shot at.

Yes.

So I thought, what if he was out here the night of the murder? And what if a

backfired or something?

Boy, that's a long shot.

Yeah, well, when you work for the scoop, every lead is a long shot.

Okay, so I came out here to see Peyote and found this.

Looks like a chunk of tire.

Might have been a blowout.

It could have come off the car that was transporting Faber's body.

I don't know. We're still quite a ways from where we found the body. Not that

far. I mean, come on. Think like a cop.

Yeah, well, I'm trying.

You know, this is potentially great.

And I guess that was potentially a compliment.

We still have to find a match for the car and tie the car to the killer.

Yeah, see...

When you just write for a tabloid, you don't have to go to all that trouble.

But, uh, when you find all that stuff, be sure and let me know.

Okay.

Nice work.

This is your life.

You're sure this is the same man?

Before we left Carmenita...

I took my father to the clinic for his arthritis.

There were posters all over town saying they had a new cure.

His hands hurt him so, all the time.

And this Dr. Spenfield, he was there?

If that's his name.

All I know is that he was there. He told my father that this medicine would help

him with his hands so that he could continue with his work, picking fruit

vegetables, feed his family.

Celina, would you take a drive with me over to Broquette Faber Pharmaceuticals?

I'd like you to make a positive identity.

That won't be necessary.

We were so sure we'd found a cure for rheumatoid arthritis.

We never thought anyone would die.

You realize if I do this, I'm through.

No research company in America will ever hire me again.

Well, I'm not so sure.

Yes, you are.

Whatever you cooked up with Nicholas, I don't see how I can be held responsible

for that. I sent you a copy of the findings.

Really? I wonder why I don't have a single negative report about

my files. I put it in the courier package. It was addressed to you.

Personal, confidential.

You know what I think, Gregory?

I think you're covering your own butt.

You didn't say anything to me personally, did you?

Not in person.

And we have only your word that you shared your belated concerns with Mr.

I don't know what you did in Mexico.

I wasn't there.

Maybe it was criminal. Maybe it wasn't. But I do know that Burkett Faber is

going to bring a civil suit against you for breaching confidentiality. Now, get

the hell out of here.

That goes for you, too.

I don't work for you, Walter.

And I'm not sworn to secrecy either.

I'll flail away, Dr. Quixote.

You hate us because Burkett Faber, along with every other pharmaceutical

company, tests its new products in third world countries.

Well, whose fault is that?

The companies make the decision as to where the tests are run.

People make me sick.

You're part of that same bunch. You don't want us performing experiments on

animals. You won't allow us to experiment on criminals. What would you

On top of that, we spend one...

Billion dollars coming up with a new drug.

FDA tells us, take a number. We'll get to you when we're good and ready.

Better safe than sorry.

Really? I'd say it's all a question of whose ox is being gored.

Just ask the people who are bitter about the slow pace of AIDS research.

When you're suffering, Dr. Sloan, you want something you can take now.

Even if it's only a placebo.

You can talk to your Bruin official. You can't justify what you did down there.

What if we made an honest mistake? I'm not saying we did.

What if a handful of wetbacks pay the price?

That's true, Walter. The backs are wet from sweat.

Those people do the hardest, dirtiest kind of stoop work trying to give their

kids a chance.

Who are you to sit in this fancy office and judge them?

I am Walter Burkett. I am the founder, CEO, and principal shareholder in

Faber Pharmaceuticals. Who the hell are you to come lecturing me?

I come in here as a doctor.

And like every other doctor, I swore allegiance to a code. The first order of

which is do no harm. Do no harm.

Is that too much to ask of him? Spare me the sermon. The important thing is that

we have taken a giant step toward curing a crippling, debilitating disease.

Compare that to the fact that a few less heads of lettuce got picked last week.

You make the call. Was it worth it?

Good intentions do not justify evil means. You were supposed to be a

Dr. Sloan. I expected more than liberal pablum from you.

No, you didn't.

You expected less, but you're going to get more. A lot more. I'm going to throw

everything I can at you, Aldrin.

My files are all gone.

Nothing left.

No way to prove anything.

I know it doesn't look like it at the moment, but you did the right thing.

You know, that Walter Burkett's right.

The bottom line justifies everything these days.

I thought I'd hear that coming from you.

Mark, because I know what's going on out there in the world doesn't mean I have

to like it.

Corporations killing people for money. Nobody's held accountable. And even if

there is a class action suit, it takes years for it to wind its way through the

system. And by the time the jury awards a judgment, if they award a judgment,

half the time they can't find the people who deserve the compensation.

Well, I'm not giving up.

I don't care what the odds are, I'm not giving up.

Craig! I wasn't feeling very well, so I thought I should... I

hope this

is what I think it is.

A CBS mailbag tonight.

I want him out of here. Putting him in private care.

You move him now, you'll kill him. You can see that.

We're giving him the best there is.

Get out of here.

I don't want to see. Don't you get that? Just get out!

Don't you talk to me like that. I'm your father.

You have to leave, Walter.

I don't have a father. Just leave me alone.

Walter.

All right.

I'm leaving.

You'll be sorry for this, Greg.

One of these days you're going to need my help.

Don't come looking for it.

Mr. Burkett. I have nothing to say to any of you people.

I'm not going to pretend to approve of what you've done.

Why do I care about your approval?

Craig is sick.

And he's scared and he's lashing out.

You're an easy target. And that makes this all right, huh? No.

I'm just saying that right now he needs to know that you love him.

Well, I guess maybe we don't always get what we need in this life.

Huh?

I'll stay with him tonight.

If anything changes, I'll call you.

Thank you, Alex.

I was hoping the piece of tire we found would tie in with Walter Burkett.

And? It didn't.

How's his son Craig doing?

Well, he's not responding as well as I would like. We're giving him exactly the

same thing we're giving everybody else, but there's no effect.

You know, Burkett came by and tried to have him moved.

Does he really think we gave Craig the acanthamoeba as some sort of

Who knows what a man like that thinks.

Forget it. I'm going to get home to the boys. See you later. Bye.

Hey.

Hey. I thought I should tell you that another big story is breaking tomorrow,

and I did write this one. So, I thought it was only fair to give you some

warning. What is it?

There's a new richest woman in America.

Interesting, but...

Nicholas Faber left her everything in his will.

And you talked to her?

She doesn't have a phone, but if you drive out there tonight, you can

catch her first thing in the morning before the rest of the world press gets

there. Thanks.

Do you want to go with me?

I've already talked to her.

Don't suppose I could see your notes? No. I didn't think so.

Thanks for the advance warning.

It'll be here when I get back. Barbecue pops?

No, I mean... Los Angeles? No. Well, yeah, I mean... Forget it. I don't know

what I mean. I'll, uh...

I'll call you.

I think I'll go with you.

I'm too closer to drive.

What was your woman's name?

Jacqueline. Jacqueline.

Do I look like a Jacqueline to you?

I think my mother had big plans for me.

Just call me Jackie.

And he is Murphy.

How did Mr. Favor come to Willis Fortune to you?

Were the two of you ever married?

We came real close a number of times, but we kept sobering up just in time.

Back then, getting married wasn't such a big deal.

We're talking almost 30 years ago, when Burkett's favorite was barely a twinkle

in Nick's eye.

He and Walter just about went crazy.

Trying one thing after another, nothing would ever work.

I can't say I really cared, though.

All I ever really cared about was Nick.

Why did you break up?

Finally, it was the other woman for Cat Faber.

When she started becoming successful, she just took up all his time. And I

suppose you'd guess it to look at me, but I am actually a very jealous person.

You know, you must have had some effect on him because in later years, he showed

up at work less and less.

Good for him.

A little late for me.

Sometimes I wish I could just turn back the clock to the days when Nick and I

ride out there on his motorcycle through that gorgeous desert, not a dime in our

pockets, howling at the moon.

I even miss that little rented cabin we had, even though we had Walter bunking

in with us most of the time.

Later I read that when the money started rolling in, the boys bought the cabin.

And in this article they said that every year they'd... go up there on the

anniversary of the founding of Burkett Faber.

What for?

Apparently, they wanted to review the past year and plan for the new one.

I think partly it was superstition. Keep it around like a good luck piece.

And I think, too, they liked to remember how far they'd come.

Maybe that's not the only thing Mr. Faber wanted to remember.

It was a lovely thing to say. Thank you.

You know, the company just had its 25th anniversary.

I know. On the 17th. Every year I thought, I'll just show up.

And every year I chickened out.

Someone once said that it's not the things that we do we must regret.

It's the things we don't do.

And I think he had me in mind.

I know what you mean.

Where is this cabin of theirs?

It's just a few miles due north. I can draw you a map.

Oh, that'd be great. Thank you.

You know, if you don't mind me asking, how does it feel to suddenly be so rich?

Very uncomfortable.

Really, it's like, it's almost like waking up in somebody else's clothes.

But fortunately, the world's full of very good causes and some wonderful

so I don't think I'll have to worry about the money for very long.

Let me get you that, Matt.

Jacqueline, as any consolation, I don't think Nicholas Faber ever got over you.

He traveled the world looking for excitement, it seemed, but there never

another woman in his life.

Good. Serves him right.

Imagine picking $500 million over me.

Go figure.

Well, this is where it all started.

Feels like it should be a little museum.

Yeah, at least have a plaque up that says this is where a billion -dollar

company was created.

And it's also the place where a motorcycle disappeared into thin air.

We know that Faber rode that motorcycle all the way out here, but then what

happened to it?

What exactly happened to Faber?

What do you mean?

Well, we know Faber came all the way out here to have a knock -down drag -out

with Burkett.

So how does he let himself get poisoned?

Boy, you're forgetting a couple of things. They're old -time friends, those

and no matter how upset Faber was, I'm sure he'd give Burkett the benefit of

doubt. I suppose.

So what's the other thing?

Well, it was their anniversary.

You think Faber would have turned down a celebratory toast?

One second you're toasting another successful year at Burkett Faber, and

next second you realize your oldest friend just murdered you.

Yeah, awful way to die.

Poison? Oh, yeah, the worst.

Well, I was thinking more about the trail.

That, too.

And we still have left the disposal of Faber's motorcycle.

No.

Not the disposal, just the transport.

You know where it is? I might.

You know, I may have seen it before I even realized I was looking for it.

Where?

Exactly where Edgar Allan Poe said to hide things.

In plain sight.

You were right.

It was here all the time.

I passed here a couple of times without ever realizing it was Faber's bike.

The question remains, how did it get here?

In case you're wondering if Nicholas Faber kept an extra set of keys at the

office, the answer's no. I just smooched his secretary. There's nothing left to

discover. You sent us out of town so you could get to Burkett Faber first.

Oh, please. I could have come here without saying anything to you at all,

you wouldn't even be here now.

You're right.

No keys at his house, no keys at his office. I think the set of keys you

in Faber's pocket was the only set he had.

Then how'd the motorcycle get back here?

You said that Super Burberry you found looked like it came from a small truck

an SUV.

And Burkett doesn't own either one.

Well, I can't... picture of hot wiring one but i can't see him renting

big enough to hold a body and a motorcycle exactly and there's a buck

rental agency around the corner you'll take one car it'll be faster the thing

you'd have to have a pretty big suv to hold something like that guess you could

take the wheels off yeah you probably

Sorry, Dad.

Well, Mr. Adams, seems like you're feeling a lot better today, huh?

Well, thanks to you.

Hey, we're going to be able to release Mr. Adams this afternoon.

Craig isn't responding to the medication.

I'll order a whole new battery of tests. You stay with him, okay? Yeah.

You know something? We've got to give her credit.

It was her hunch that brought us here.

Brookhead did rent an SUV to these people.

Brand new one, no mileage on it.

And luckily for us, nobody's rented it since.

Yeah, I know. But the clerk said there was no problem with the tires.

It's just too easy, Dad. It's not going to be the smoking gun.

Look at this.

Left front tire.

New, just like the rest of them. New, same brand, different tread.

You know something? She's right.

I hate to burst your bubble, but this one tire is not exactly going to

a jury that Burkett's a killer.

When he was a kid, did he always complain about his birthday presents?

No, no, he was very pleasant with them.

We never thought he was going to learn to walk, though. Really slow, huh?

And a finicky eater.

Could we just get back to the investigation, please?

Always had to have all of his food separated. Nothing could touch. Dad.

Probably had to get him one of those army trays that are always separated.

Look at this.

The odometer.

Uh -huh. It's only about 75 miles from the desert. Yeah. This says 903.

Proving? Proving that he probably did drive to San Francisco to throw us off

tracks. And a darn good job he did, too.

Are you being sarcastic?

You got a flashlight on you?

You find something?

Yeah, this little oil stain here.

Makes you wonder how it got inside the car, doesn't it? Sure does.

Okay, I'll buy it.

Well, he rented an SUV because he knew all along he was going to have to bring

Faber's motorcycle back to town.

Yeah, but why go to all that trouble? Why not just dump the bike where he

Faber? Well, he knew that sooner or later, a body would disappear on the

But an expensive motorcycle, that's another problem. Somebody trips over it,

starts looking around, and begins to ask questions.

That makes sense.

The problem is, how do we match that oil stain to the oil on that motorcycle?

All new oil is identical.

But once it's been circulated through the engine a few times, it takes on very

distinctive characteristics.

I, um, I did a story on the Hells Angels once.

Well, in that case, even the great Walter Burkett's going to have trouble

explaining how that oil stain got in there in San Francisco.

Yes, I'll go tell the agent we're going out to impound the vehicle.

Oh, I can't wait to see the look on his face.

That's really something.

Yeah. She deserves better.

What do you mean, her job on Scoop? I'd say so.

No, I... Well, yeah, that too. It's just... I don't know.

She's just... I'd better

get back to her or get Faber. You mind waiting for the impound guy? No, I don't

mind.

Where's he going?

I'll run a few errands, pick up Walter, and a few personal things if my father's

intuition is right.

You know, as a kid, he ate salt on his strawberries, didn't he, hon?

Uh, this odd way of talking, saying a bunch of words that don't really mean

anything, does that run in the family?

Yeah, I'm afraid it does.

I like it.

I told you Mr. Burkett wasn't in. Where is he? I couldn't say. All I know is he

received a phone call and then he immediately left the office.

He didn't give any indication where he was going?

No. He did say an odd thing on his way out, though.

He said, hold all my calls.

What's so odd?

Hold all my calls for the next 20 years.

I guess it was a joke, but frankly, I don't get it.

Senor Burke, welcome back to Costa Rica. It's been too long.

Well, it's much too long.

What will you have? Your regular?

Yes.

From now on, as regularly as possible.

Mark, Craig Burke's immune system is totally overwhelmed with the

He's allergic to all the antibiotics.

I just don't think he's going to make it.

All right.

Well, just go on and buy it.

I'll always take it back.

Okay.

All right.

On the other hand, what's the rush?

Don't rush me.

Hey. Hi.

You did a good thing here. You should be proud.

Thanks. It's just... It's not easy feeling proud when four people have died

the man responsible has fled the country.

Well, think of the lives you did save.

You know, it seems like the more cures we find, the stronger these diseases

become. And I'll tell you, sometimes it doesn't seem worth it, you know? Well,

of course it is. You know that.

You're just tired, way tired.

I get that way myself.

So did you get a story out of this?

Not yet.

I have to scoop down the quarantine and forget about the country.

Stories keep slipping through my fingers. But something will turn up. I

will.

Hey, it's Mr. Adams.

First victim's father.

Selena, I've thought a lot about this.

I believe my daughter committed suicide.

Lara had gone through the motions before. I didn't take it very seriously.

just wrote it off to adolescent melodrama.

I'm sorry about your brother.

I'm sorry I didn't get to know him better.

And I'm sorry he's gone.

There's a story in that.

Too invasive.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Where are you folks heading?

The others are going to Selena's for the letters.

I'm taking my brother and my father back to Carmenita.

Selena!

I have to go.

But I'll be back for the class action suit.

Better.

Sorry I didn't mean to wake you.

You didn't, Dr. Sloan. Occasionally I shut my eyes just so I can see something

besides these walls.

What do you see when you close your eyes?

Just now it was a baseball game.

Any particular game?

Game four of the 96 series.

My beloved Yankees down two games to one to the Atlanta Braves.

Down by six runs in the fifth inning.

And they wind up winning eight to six.

What a great game.

Not if you were brave, Sam.

Well, lucky I wasn't. Yeah, me neither.

I'm gonna die, aren't I?

We're doing everything we can.

But it's not working.

No, it isn't.

Well, here's hoping I was all wet about reincarnation.

Selina sends her love.

I'm gonna miss her.

I mean, I guess I'm going to miss a lot of people.

It goes both ways.

I heard the news about my father.

You know, I can't believe he actually did it.

As far as I know, Nick Faber was his only friend. How can you kill your one

only friend?

Your father was a desperate man.

I know it sounds crazy, but I feel sorry for him.

The other hand.

What's our luck?

A little comparison shopping.

Just because you go in the store doesn't mean you're going to buy.

Oh, good.

You can take me to the airport. I was going to call a cab.

What, are you taking a trip? Come on, I don't want to miss my plane. Where are

you going?

Dad, you hate flying.

You sure you won't join me?

No, thank you.

I'd say it could be thirsty after your long flight.

No, I'm fine.

Good.

That makes two of us.

All right.

What made you think to look for me in Costa Rica?

Well, I knew about your fondness for profitable farms.

That doesn't cut it down by much.

And I also have a reporter friend who has contact in the airline business.

That would help.

And I knew that Costa Rica has no expedition treaty.

I'm beginning to understand why the police call upon you from time to time.

Why are you here?

Walter, I thought you should know that your son is dying.

You could have phoned.

I didn't think you'd believe me. What makes you think I believe you now?

I brought Craig's medical records with me.

Turns out he was allergic to the antibiotics.

In case of the cure being worse than the disease.

Sometimes those come home, say goodbye to a son, never wants to see me again.

Oh, by the way, while I'm there, you can have me arrested.

You know, I lost my daughter recently.

With the time, you think your life's over.

Things will never be the same again.

But life does start up again.

You think things are going to be like they were, but they're not.

You discover you're doing things differently than you used to.

It's as if you realize that if you get to live and your child has to die,

better make your life stand for something.

I know it's a hard decision, but pure son.

That's it?

That's the end of the sermon?

I just wanted to give you the information, Walter.

And what you do about it's up to you.

Hi. Hi.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

Goodbye?

I got a job.

You did?

Yeah.

That's great.

Where? The Chicago Outlook.

Well, that's definitely a step up.

I just thought we... You know, this is it.

This is my big break. My dream.

If I don't take it now, I probably never will.

I'll wake up one day and I'll be 80 years old and I'll wonder what I do with

life.

I probably won't like the answer.

I understand.

It's just Chicago. It's quite a ways away.

It's cold, too.

But a real job?

Right.

That's what you always wanted.

I guess you gotta grab it.

It's like this is really is goodbye.

I, uh... I really enjoyed working with you.

Me too.

And, uh, everything else.

So?

So.

Guess there's nothing else to say.

Except I love you.

And I was hoping you'd consider marrying me.

But I wouldn't want to do anything to stand in the way of your career.

What'd you say?

I wouldn't want to do anything to stand in the way of your career.

Before that.

Nothing?

Yeah. I think there is something.

I don't think so. I don't remember anything.

You said I love you.

Oh, I don't think so. I think I'd remember if I said that.

And I was hoping you'd consider marrying me.

You were?

No.

You were.

Yes.

Yes, I was.

I love you.

You asked her to marry you?

I didn't know what else to do. I'd already bought the ring.

I am never leaving town again.

Think I did the right thing? I don't see that you had any other choice. Because

I'd already bought the ring. Exactly.

Of course, he could have taken the ring back.

No way.

I see our rumors, friend.

That is no rumor. That is carved in stone.

Well, we're happy for you guys.

Well, we came by to give you some more good news.

The board of directors at Burkett Faber Pharmaceuticals is going to settle the

class action suit out of court.

For more than $10 ,000 a head. Oh, way more.

Is that who I think it is?

Do you mind if I do that?