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wow wow
Thank you.
Officer Sloan.
You wanted to see me? Morning, Dad.
You in the mood to play a little game?
Ah, if it doesn't include any running and jumping. How about stump the medical
consultant? That sounds like fun.
Where do we start?
Studio City Park.
Some joggers found a man apparently the victim of a mugging. No money, no
wallet, no identification.
Male Caucasian, 40s, died from massive head and neck trauma administered by
blonde object.
Well... Unfortunately, but that's fairly routine stuff.
Read on, Macduff.
Victim profoundly anemic.
Massive loss of blood. No signs of hemorrhaging and cranial cavity.
No hemorrhaging and cranial cavity? That's not possible in a wound like
There was no blood at the scene, either.
Maybe he killed him somewhere else and dumped him in the park.
Seems like an awful lot of work for a run -of -the -mill mugging.
And there's this.
Found it a few feet from the victim.
Now, that ought to do it. All right, I'll do it with the tie.
What's going on here? Nothing. Big doings.
Big pants for big doings, huh?
Oh, the rental place sent over the wrong size.
You don't start in.
Don't be so modest.
That was voted one of L .A.'s most eligible bachelors. Why are you telling
Really? Yes, I did. I mean, it's no big thing. Just forget about it, okay?
Forget about it? Not in your life, Jack. Let's see, that's quite an
accomplishment.
Honored. For not being able to make a commitment.
Don't you have a body to cut up in the basement somewhere? I prefer cutting you
up. Now, pray tell, why didn't you share this glorious news with all of us?
Because I didn't know about it until it was too late.
Somebody sent Jack's picture and bio to the magazine sponsoring the event.
And who could have done that?
Dr. Stewart, you're not ready yet? The presentation is in one hour, and I want
to get some pictures of you under the community general sign.
Asked and answered.
Excuse me?
You entered Jack in the bachelor bake -off? Of course I did. The tremendous PR
opportunity for the hospital.
Who knows, you might be selected bachelor of the year.
Sort of like playmate of the year.
Yeah, exactly. I hate this. I really do.
Dr. Stewart, Dr. Stewart, where is your team spirit?
Besides, I thought you wanted a certain adjustment in your schedule to get a
week off so you could wing to Hawaii with that charmer in pediatrics.
Yeah, I did, Don, but I didn't know this was the price I was going to have to
pay. Well, it is now. Hurry up. You're late.
We?
We? He's my date.
You two look so handsome together.
Gentlemen, look around.
I didn't just fall off a truckload of pumpkins and land in all this clover. I
know the value of my own property.
I don't know how to say it any plainer.
Terry Broadhurst is going to be starting running back.
Just the way he's been for the past four years, he and I aren't fussing,
fighting, or feuding.
If he were, do you think I'd allow him to be one of L .A.'s most eligible
bachelors in my own magazine?
No more talk about football. We're here to launch this magazine.
And after all the free food and drink I've plied you with, I'd better get some
good press.
Or I might have to raise ticket prices to cover my losses.
Buck, I'm Norman Briggs.
Of course you are.
Put your hand away, Norman. He's gone.
Dr. Stewart?
Mariah Thomas.
Editor of Empire Magazine.
I have the delightful duty of personally selecting our final.
Oh.
So I have you to thank for this, then.
Miss Thomas Norman Briggs?
Charmed, Mr. Banks.
I want you to scoot behind these curtains so they'll have the full impact
your introduction.
I really,
really hate this.
For you.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?
Now that you've sampled the appetizers, I think it's time you feasted on the
main course.
Each of these delectable morsels has established himself in a particular
From the world of finance, we have Roger Nelson.
The field of law brings us Philip Lerman.
Medicine is well represented by Dr.
Jack Stewart.
Entertainment brings us Vic Denton.
And finally, the star running back of the L .A. Flames, Terry Broadhead.
And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen, five of the most eligible
in Los Angeles, courtesy of Empire Magazine.
You're quite something, doctor.
I think I'll save you for dessert.
Well, you better be careful.
I may be fattening.
I know a wonderful way to burn off calories.
Really? Medically proof.
Well, what might that be?
And may I?
Uh... You know, actually, I got a, um... I got an early day tomorrow.
Good night.
Enjoy. All right, you happy, Norman? I mentioned the name Community General 14
times. 14 times, that's all?
Yeah, that's all. Come on. Maybe we'll run it to Barbara Walters on the way
home. Not one woman looked at me tonight.
Any guys?
Looking for the lions.
I have new love to brighten up the night.
I have new love.
We can face the music together.
Dancing in the dark.
Are you hungry?
Not for food.
I'm famished.
My bedroom's at the top of the stairs, first door on the left.
I'll be waiting.
Caucasian, 40s, massive head and neck trauma.
Found this one behind a taco stand in North Hollywood.
Patient, profoundly anemic, massive loss of blood, no hemorrhaging in the
cranial cavity.
At least we got a make on this one.
Name is Vic Danton.
He's a singer. Runs for a group called Nerves of Steel.
They got a couple of gold records.
Is that... Uh -huh, our very own.
Jack, is one of L .A.'s most eligible bachelors.
You remember, I thought he was just a guy who couldn't get a date.
Steve, I want to see those bodies.
Thought you'd never ask.
All right.
How long is this going to last?
Until something more wonderfully silly comes along, Doctor.
Nice smile.
What? It's done. It's over.
Take a fork in that. Quit. Get a grip on yourself. You're babbling. I am not
babbling. I do not want to be one of LA's most eligible bachelors anymore.
Then fly to Vegas and get married.
Because short of that, you're doomed to be the object of desire for countless
women. Worshipped, adored, flung into a world of hot tubs and saunas.
Speaking of which, why aren't you at the festivities? I made a special point of
giving you time off.
I'm not going.
Sir, I can have the duty rockers gone out yet?
No, sir, they're right here. Good.
I'd like to make some adjustments.
Some people are getting entirely too much time off. Ah!
Da -da -da -da -da -da -da -da -da -da. Cancel. Da -da -da -da
-da -da -da -da -da.
Mark,
what are we looking for?
Well, both victims' experience.
Dramatic blood loss, but no cranial bleeding.
Autopsy found no wounds.
How did they lose all that blood?
Exactly.
Did you know that Jack was voted one of L .A.'s most eligible bachelors in some
magazine? Yes, I did, and I think it's a hoot. I'm going to make that man's life
miserable for, what, two or three months.
Vic Danton here was also selected as an eligible bachelor.
Mr. Danton was last seen at a party introducing the bachelors. Ivan Bach's
Incredible House.
You been there?
Well, not exactly. Only through the pages of the architectural magazines.
let me tell you, he has a bowling alley, a racquetball court, a tennis court,
and an art collection to rival the Getty. You ought to check it out.
Maybe I will.
Amanda, those look like punctures in the skin.
I see.
Well, it's tough to tell.
Skin's awfully lacerated.
The other victim has similar markings in exactly the same place.
Well, they could have been inflicted by whatever weapon was used.
Yeah, possibly.
In any case, the wounds here are far too small to cause that kind of bleeding.
They're on either side of the jugular.
Only wounds we found.
They're inconsequential. The coroner didn't even list them in his report.
He probably wasn't looking for them with all that blood forced on them.
You know, maybe the killer was counting on that.
What are you suggesting?
Nothing right now.
And we have a full plate of activities planned for today.
But before we get to them, I'd like a moment of silence in memory of Vic
a man blessed with talent and a zest for life.
tragically snuffed out too soon.
You gonna make a speech like that when I'm gone, I... You're not going
Terry. Oh.
Baby, my bags are packed.
I'm a free man.
Listen, you ungrateful drone.
I plucked you from some third -rate college and made you into a media
Don't spike the hand that feeds you.
The meals you lay out wouldn't keep a bird alive.
You don't look undernourished, Terry. Matter of fact, you've put on a few
No wonder your offensive line calls you Mr.
Jelly Roll.
Hey. Hey, come on.
That's right. Don't do it, Jelly Roll. Dude, you could get hurt. If I can sell
you by the pound.
Maybe I can recoup my investment in you.
I can't watch you swing. Can't you see that?
This way you can suspend you. You won't be playing for any team.
Right.
Thanks, pal.
Great legs.
Yours are very nice, too.
Lay off, will you, Steve? It's enough for the both of us.
Oh, you poor thing.
Being paraded around like a piece of meat just to sell a few lousy magazines.
I can't wait for the swimsuit competition.
Don't let me get you down. You're looking great in a bathing suit.
I'll be over there in a minute, all right?
Excuse me, Mr. Bach?
Lieutenant Sloan?
Homicide?
This is about Vic Tanton, isn't it?
He was here last night, wasn't he? Yes, all our bachelors were.
What time did he leave?
Early, as I recall.
Uh -uh.
I was one of the last to leave here.
And he was still here, dancing the night away with Mariah Thomas.
Who's Mariah Thomas?
She's the editor of Empire Magazine.
May we speak to her?
Well, she's resting.
I'll have her call you when she rises.
Could we at least have a look around inside?
Do you have a warrant?
We can get one.
Come back when you do.
Everybody, line up, please. Have your identification ready. What the hell do
think you're doing?
Conducting a homicide investigation.
These are advertisers, account executives. I can't have them
Invite us in, Mr. Bach.
Follow me.
I'll try and wake Miss Thomas.
Try not to break anything. On your salary, it'd take a lifetime to pay for
knick -knack.
This is the last place Danton was seen alive.
He died here. Maybe he left something behind.
Let me check over here.
Yeah, come on. You can admire the artwork later.
Okay.
Maybe Danton wasn't killed here.
Better when her blood has to leave some kind of trace.
Yeah.
There you are.
When I said you could look around, I didn't realize you were going to make a
career of it. What about Miss Thomas?
Well, I couldn't wake her. She must have taken a pill.
What's in here?
Odd things.
It's a storeroom.
Would you open it, please?
I'm afraid I don't have a key.
Any objections to my opening it?
You really are becoming tiresome, Lieutenant.
Shall we speak to his guests again? All right.
All right.
Open it.
What's that?
Every Halloween I give a benefit for crippled children. That's a prop.
What happened?
I tripped over that box thing.
I think I tore something.
Now,
this is lousy timing.
I don't know. I think your timing was pretty good.
I
knew
it. There it is.
What?
The mirror. You can still see the outline on the wall. Only now, there's a
painting hanging in there. So, maybe Bach redecorated.
I couldn't find one mirror in that house.
Probably to keep the bachelors from spending all their time preening in
them. Mark, why are you so preoccupied by the fact that you couldn't find
mirrors in Ivan Bach's house?
Just a theory I'm working on.
You care to share it?
No, not at the moment.
All right. Suit yourself. I'm going back to the lab.
Wait a minute.
victims gained of their blood, puncture wounds in their necks, and a house
without mirrors?
Mark. I know how it sounds. Why do you think I didn't want to say anything?
There's no such thing as... I know.
There's always a rational, logical explanation for everything.
I know. And I really love those movies. I really do. And if the truth be known,
I'm a Closet Bela Lugosi fan.
But a real liar. I know. And we will not be pursuing this line of investigating,
will we?
Will we?
There's a coffin in the storage room.
What? Forget I said anything. No, what? Just forget I said anything.
Good evening, sir.
How are you feeling, Mariah?
As usual.
Empty.
Can we keep the schedule?
I don't see why not.
Good. The wolves are nipping at our heels.
Just don't dawdle over dinner.
Lieutenant Flo, come inside.
Miss Thomas, you were one of the last people to see Vic Danton on the night he
died. We danced.
I had a little midnight snack and he left.
Did he say where he was going?
He wasn't very talkative at that point.
I'm afraid this is a little grisly, but I'm going to have to ask you to look at
it. Do you recognize this man?
No, who is he?
We haven't identified him yet.
Anything else, Lieutenant? We have a party to host.
We're giving our bachelors a final send -off.
If I need you, I'll be in touch.
How's that leg, Mr. Bott?
No leg? It never happened.
I'll be leaving soon.
Why?
My work's almost done here.
You consider me work?
Not at all.
As a matter of fact, I think you're going to be a pleasure.
May I cut in?
I'm just warming up here. Careful, you don't want to bring heat.
Hope you don't mind my cutting in.
Not at all.
Youth can be so draining.
I'm Dr. Mark Sloan, consultant with the police department.
A doctor? Of the mind or body?
Oh, you can't treat one without knowing the other.
You're a wonderful dancer, doctor.
That's something to do with a partner.
I'm sure you've had many.
None quite as intriguing as you.
Not quite some bedside manner.
Actually, I've always had a weakness for older men.
I don't think there's anything weak about you, Miss Thomas.
Mariah.
I was watching you when Steve showed you that picture.
Anyone else would have recoiled from that, but you didn't bat an eye.
I learned about death very early.
Do you know how Vic Denton and the other man died?
According to the news reports, they were beaten to death.
That's what the killer wanted everyone to think.
But the fact is, they were drained of their blood.
by two tiny punctures on either side of the jugular.
Are you suggesting that the killer is a vampire?
Someone who believes they're a vampire.
There's documented evidence of cases like that, rare though they may be.
The point is, this person needs help.
What if nothing can help this person?
Anyone can be helped, Mariah, if they want to be.
You're mired in logic, Doctor.
The world I live in.
Hey, what do you say? You want a jam?
Not everything can be explained or stopped, Doctor.
This can.
Time will tell.
You hungry?
Oh, I can always eat.
Good, I'm famished.
Terry brought her.
Garbage men found them in the dumpster.
Same M .O. as the others.
Any witnesses?
The last anybody saw of him, he was dancing with Mariah Thomas.
You know, that is the second victim who spent the night of his death with Miss
Thomas. We finally got a make on the first one.
Desmond Manners, professor of paranormal psychology, specializing in the occult.
He arrived from London a few days after Mariah Thomas appeared in L .A. And
appeared is the right word.
She seems to have come out of nowhere.
There was no passport, no plane ticket, no paper trail of any kind.
You know, I think it's time we paid another visit to Miss Thomas.
She's not here.
Where is she?
Out. She had some appointments.
When will she be back?
Tonight, sometime after seven.
Mr. Bach, exactly how did you come to hire Miss Thomas to edit your magazine?
She came highly recommended.
By whom? By various people in the magazine trade.
Why?
We can't seem to find any record of Mrs. Thomas' existence before she began
working for you.
That's ridiculous.
Help us out.
She spent most of her career in London, freelancing mainly, contributing to the
finest publications, even won some awards.
Could you be a bit more specific?
I'll fax you her resume.
Mr. Bach, Terry Broadhurst was found murdered this morning.
We need an identification for the record.
You up to it?
Yes, yes, I suppose.
Terry and I didn't always see eye to eye, but I loved him.
He was like a brother to me.
My car is outside.
Steve, could you send a car to drop me off at the hospital?
I can drive you off. No, it's out of your way. Just wait here for a car.
I'll wait outside.
Call me later? Yep.
I'll just wait out here.
I got two tickets to paradise.
Won't you pack your bags and leave tonight? All right, I got the ragazzi
I got the Gorman biopsy. You were right, it was benign. And the Herrera
discharge, which, with the exception of my round and the odd emergency, leaves
me free as a bird.
And where are you winging off to?
Well, I have a date.
Anyone I know?
Mariah Thomas.
You're seeing Mariah Thomas this evening? Mm -hmm. We're having dinner.
And, uh, Mark, if things go well, I'm gonna be dessert.
Jack, I don't think you should keep that date.
Why not?
Haven't you heard about Terry Broadhurst?
Heard what?
He's dead.
Since when? They found him this morning, same as the others.
Wait, you think Mariah did it?
Her name's on my suspect list.
As a matter of fact, it's the only name.
Mark, why would you suspect her?
Jack, I think she suffers from an extreme, albeit rare, mental disorder.
Oh. Something that could be very dangerous to the unwary.
Come on, Mark. She seems perfectly normal to me.
On the surface.
What, um, what kind of mental disorder?
I'd better not say, Jack.
Mark, come on. You're not giving me a lot of incentive to break my date here,
you know. Look, Jack, you need to just go along with me on this one.
I believe, no, I'm convinced she thinks she's a vampire.
All right, I know how that sounds.
Jack, there are documented cases of people who believe that they're
They sleep in coffins. They don't allow mirrors in the house. They drink human
blood.
I got it now.
Steve, isn't it? He put you up to this. That devil, I'm telling you. He hates
the fact that I landed somebody like Mariah. It's driving him nuts.
He'd do anything to blow my shot with her. But you know what? I love him
I do.
Mark, you have me going for a minute.
I got to go. I got two tickets to paradise.
Won't you pack your bags? We'll leave tonight.
I got two tickets to paradise.
Are you crazy?
What you're asking is unethical, immoral, and highly suspect.
I can't arbitrarily assign Jack a double shift.
The stars already promised him a night out in exchange for the participation in
that eligible bachelor promotion.
Norman, two of those bachelors are dead.
Jack could be next.
He's going to spend an evening alone with a suspect.
The only way he'll cancel that is if he's busy working.
You really think he's in danger?
I wouldn't be here if I didn't.
So you're saying a man's life is at stake. Right.
However, the person that Jack is going to see is merely a suspect.
A prime suspect.
Let me ask you a hypothetical question. What happens if your suspect turns out
not to be the murderer?
Then Jack has worked one night that he shouldn't have.
Precisely. Now, let me explain my dilemma.
Jack hates being an eligible bachelor.
The only way I got him to go along with it was to promise him time off. If I
renege on that promise, he'll bail, and Community General's chance of being a
national spotlight will go with him, to the wind as it were.
Look how beautifully the community general of sign came out the
wanted a double time, but I Norman They're saying a man's life in that
Roger Nelson Amanda Bentley, I'm a
feature writer with the examiner and you want to interview me on my selection
That's one of the most eligible bachelors in Los Angeles so What angle
use? angle Yeah, the rugged bodybuilder.
Dynamic stockbroker.
The shy, sensitive guy who loves sushi for two and long walks in the rain.
Actually, fear.
Fear? Well, yes, aren't you afraid that you might wind up like Terry Broadhurst
or Vic Danton?
What kind of an angle is that?
Well, yeah, I met him when we were presented to the press.
Yeah, anybody should be afraid. It's Ivan Bach.
The publisher of Empire. He also owns the L .A. Flames football team.
Oh, that's okay.
You can touch it if you want.
I beg your pardon?
My bicep.
Uh, why would Ivan Bach be afraid?
Well, the brokerage firm that I work for handled the stock issue when he went
public. Now, I got a look at his financial report.
And no matter what you read, that guy's skating on thin ice.
Some definition, huh?
Mr. Nelson, do you think that you could talk and flex at the same time?
Yeah. Look, Terry Broadhurst was the only real asset Bach had.
I mean, he was the franchise.
Without Broadhurst, it's over and out for Bach.
Time. I just got here.
Yeah. Time magazine.
They're doing an article on me, too.
Coming.
I'm Mr. Nelson. I'm Lieutenant Sloan.
Wonderful... I was only trying to help, Steve, and maybe I have.
According to Arnold Schwarzenegger, Ivan Bach is not the mega -model that he
appears to be. As a matter of fact, he's helped the Financial Creek without a
paddle. Well, that explains... Explains what?
Philip Lerman, our bachelor attorney, worked for a law firm that had a
department specializing in sports figures.
He told me Bach didn't have the bucks to keep Terry Broadhurst. That Terry was
going the free agency route. That he'd even sent Bach a letter of intent.
What's the significance of that?
Well, it means that Terry had officially taken the first step in making a deal
someplace else.
Leaving Bach without a star attraction for his team.
That doesn't make any sense. With Terry dead, Bach still has nothing.
If you call 20 million bucks, nothing.
20 million?
Life insurance policy Bach took out on Terry.
It's common if you've got a piece of merchandise that valuable.
Well, that's certainly motive.
Yeah, to kill Terry Broadhurst, maybe.
How do you explain the other two? Well, I don't know. One step at a time. Right
now, we have a logical, rational explanation for murder.
Has your father mentioned any of his theories?
Yeah, he thinks that Mariah Thomas is a prime suspect.
Did he say why?
No, he was a little vague on that.
Good.
Please, pursue Ivan Bach.
Frame him if you have to, but pursue him.
Jack, I'm sorry you had to work a double shift, but believe me, Chris?
Hey, if you're looking for Jack Stewart, you're out of luck.
He conned me into taking a shift, laid out some sob story about this hot date
couldn't pass up.
Can I tell you, I'm a sucker for romance.
Would you like to see Mr. Bach, please?
Of course.
Expecting someone?
My dinner.
Date.
What is it this time, Lieutenant?
The district attorney would like a statement concerning the death of Terry
Broadhurst. How long will this take?
Depends on how much you have to say.
Shall we?
You'll take care of the mess in the kitchen.
So the spit is gone.
There's one hell of a kitchen you got there.
I lost it on my way from the sink to the refrigerator.
It's too bad about Terry Broadhurst and Vic Danton, huh?
Do you know them well?
We had a few intense moments, nothing lasting.
What about the other guy, the professor from England? Do you know him, too?
Aren't you going to ask me to dance?
You ever get lonely?
Yeah. I guess everybody does once in a while.
Sometimes I get so lonely I feel like opening the drapes and staring at the
until I melt.
I take it that there's nobody in your life right now.
Haven't been.
Not for ages.
That's the problem.
Underneath it all, I'm an incurable romantic, and yet I never seem to be
hold on to a man for more than a few moments.
You hungry?
I'm saving myself for dessert.
I could go for a little Italian.
Not a great place.
Not too far.
I like to eat in.
Who's Jack?
Quite vigorous for a man your age, Doctor.
Vigorous enough to fight you.
People have been saying that for centuries.
You killed those men, didn't you? For Ivan Bach.
All right.
We wanted to collect on Terry Broadhurst's insurance policy, but that
been too obvious.
So he enlisted you to make it appear someone was killing all the bachelors.
It was the least I could do. He offered to get me a valid passport. My last one
expired in 1938.
Mariah, I offered you help. Please take it. What, to cure me of my vampire
fixation? I saw the coffin in your room.
You think I sleep in a coffin. I sleep in a bed like everybody else.
I just use the coffin to travel.
Mariah. You've been reading too much junk about us, Doctor.
One thing they say is true.
We're incredibly strong.
Well, that thing of vampires, maybe you're hallucinating or projecting your
fears.
Or maybe I've hypnotized you and you wake up with nothing more than a dry
But I wouldn't bet on it.
What are you?
Just another species trying to survive in a hostile environment.
By killing people?
We slaughter cows for quarter pounders and chickens for coq au vin.
And human beings for Mariah Thomas.
What the hell's going on?
Go back to bed, darling. I'm just putting out the garbage.
Jack, get out.
Naughty, naughty.
I hope you took your iron pillows, Doctor.
Anything I hate is an anemic hors d 'oeuvre.
You really should do something about your anger, Jack.
You don't mind if I start with dessert, do you, Doc?
Did you kill those three men? Yes.
Did Ivan Bach instruct you to kill them? Yes.
Help me, I'm dying.
And the DA feels he's got a solid
case against Bach.
With Mariah Thomas' deathbed confession and a $20 million motive, he'll be lucky
to beat the gas chamber.
You know, Dad's an old hand at this. You gonna be all right testifying, Jack?
Yeah, I'll be fine.
As long as they stick to what she said.
I guess this Mariah Thomas was working for Bach.
In a manner of speaking.
Three murders and cold blood.
You could have been number four, Jack.
I know. Trying to forget about that.
Trying to forget about everything.
One of your men dropped this off for you. Oh, thank you.
What is that?
We found it near one of the victims.
I asked the crime lab to try and reconstruct what was in it.
Can you believe those guys?
They got nothing better to do than fool around.
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