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Her heart's in my hands.

Live, damn it. Live.

Live.

Cut.

Who said that?

I didn't say that. Who said that?

Well, you're shooting this television series for realism, aren't you?

What does that have to do with interrupting the human drama of my

Well, for one thing, a doctor would be wearing a shirt, and as a matter of

so would the patient.

My character isn't here to look good.

He's here to save lives.

Exactly. Which is what we should be doing, Dr. Sloan, and let these fine

thespians ply their craft. Carry on. Would you let me go without a shirt?

Since when are you a TV critic? Since they started shooting the new healers in

this hospital.

It's fiction. Why do you care?

Well, it's full of an actress, Norman.

Millions of people watch that show.

And they'll be seeing Community General Hospital as the new setting for the hot

medical show. We're going to be famous.

Besides, the pain is $10 ,000 a day. We're making money without having to

with one single sick person.

Well, something all hospitals should aspire to.

We'll see how critical you are, my friend, when that money buys us our new

suite.

I see your point.

Good. Then you'll stay out of their way? Completely.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, those are definitely ventricular extracystoles.

Yeah, it could be carcinoma of the larynx. Excuse me. We need to talk.

Ah, excuse me. I haven't needed for a consultation.

Won't be a moment. Mark, it's so great to see you again. How long has it been?

Ten years?

Well, what are you doing masquerading as a doctor? I am a doctor, again.

I'm chief of surgery on the new healers. Yeah, I was just prancing my bedside

manner. You can't examine patients. You're an actor, not a doctor. Yeah, you

telling that to the Legion of Calling Dr.

Gale fans.

They would gladly put their lives in my hands.

Well, just because you play a doctor doesn't mean you are one.

Mark, listen.

Those five years I starred on Calling Dr.

Gale, they were as good as any medical school. Better because of you, the best

medical consultant in the biz.

You told that man you saw ventricular extrasystoles in his throat. Yeah.

I tried to break at him as gently as I could, but, you know, I felt I had to be

honest with him.

Ventricular extrasystoles are in the heart, Lyle.

Right.

That's why it's so dangerous when you find them in the throat.

Mark.

Wasn't that Dr.

Adam Gale?

No, it wasn't. It was Lyle Fairbanks, the actor.

Look, would you go call the young man in exam three? He has a mild case of

tonsillitis and an acute case of panic.

Sorry, Dr. Stewart, this register's jammed again.

Dr.

Stewart? Yeah.

That'll be $5 .08.

All right, now. Do me a favor, will you?

Whatever that ethereal creature over there wants is on me, okay?

I'll get the change from you later.

Tell Mr. B to get you a new register.

Jack.

Jack, guess who's here at Community General? Who?

Dr. Adam Gale.

Really? You're kidding me? That's amazing. I mean, I gotta tell you,

doctor in a hospital.

No, Adam Gale from Colin, Dr. Gale.

I never missed an episode. I wanted to be just like him. And you may laugh, but

that show was one of my inspirations for wanting to become a doctor.

Well, I'll laugh later.

Right now, I'm saving this table for Marcus Welby and Dr. Kildare so I can

the hell out of here. Oh, really?

We'll see if I ever share a heartfelt, emotional moment with you again.

Yeah, it's about time you got here.

I missed you, too.

And the $15 .08 you owe me?

I only gave you a 20.

The ethereal creature spent 30.

It's no great loss, hon. The ones that could eat their body weight are nothing

but trouble.

What'd you say, 15?

Mm -hmm. Oh, wait. Mm -hmm.

Anyway, it's $16.

Go buy yourself a cigar or something.

Hey, look, man, I apologize. I had no idea she was with you, all right?

I know what it's like to spend 48 hours on your feet desperately trying to save

the mangled remains of what was once a human being.

Yeah, I learned a lot on that guest about our nurses.

You know, I really hope for a man to say that you're not Dr. Adam Gale.

Lincoln Cutter.

Yeah, that Lincoln Cutter.

But you can call me Link. I have great respect for healers.

Even healers that hit on your girlfriend?

That?

Day player.

Nothing. Nobody.

Oh, really?

Well, then, Link, if you'll excuse me.

We need you on the set.

Yeah, we need you now. Thank you.

Look what you've done. What?

Your rust bucket is leaking oil. Look at those drops.

Well, I haven't got my electron microscope. I'll take your word for it.

I'll have the mechanic check it, Norman. Thanks.

You're not going to leave it here, are you?

Your car is hemorrhaging buckets of oil all over the pavement.

Norman, this is a parking lot.

It's the gateway to community general. It has to look clean enough to operate

on, Mark.

You're cleaning the parking lot?

We have an image to protect.

This wouldn't have anything to do with the new healers.

What can I say?

I'm a heartbreaker.

Has anybody ever worn a shirt?

You can wash your car two months in a while. And action.

Her heart is stable, but it's weak. Too weak.

Then I guess we'll just have to give her a new one. But we've scoured the

country. There isn't a heart available.

There is now.

Who do you think you are? God?

In here, that's exactly who I am.

Because I can bring life.

Or I can bring death.

Or I can...

Talk to me.

There's no cell phone in this scene.

Yeah. I didn't write a cell phone in this scene. Who put a cell phone in this

scene? Cut!

Scorsese?

No, no, I can't hear you. Watch your back, please. Wait a minute, are you

kidding? Yes!

Yes! I just got the lead in the new Scorsese picture we start shooting next

Monday, which means I leave the series immediately.

But I, uh...

I want to say that you've all been like a family to me, and I

love each and every one of you.

You can't walk out.

You have a contract.

Besides, the show made you a star. No, correction.

I made this show.

People were willing to sit through your crappy little stories to watch me.

You can do movies in your hiatus.

We can shoot around your schedule. We can make it work for you.

Besides, this is a hit series.

Not without me.

Why are we walking down the hall?

To get to the pathology lab. To... Perform an autopsy? Right.

I gotta understand my motivation, Doc, to embrace the raw truth of the moment.

Couldn't you embrace someone else's raw truth?

I really can't do my job with you following me around.

But Norman Briggs said you'd show me the harsh realities of medicine, and I am

ready for them. With Dixon Gallo out, I become the emotional core of the show.

I've got to exude truth.

Couldn't you exude on Doc Stewart?

Excuse us, will you? Sure, sure.

Go away.

Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't you the one who told me what a

tremendous influence Dr. Adam Gale was on you? Well, out there somewhere made

this young girl waiting to be inspired by this TV doctor. You know what I mean?

You may be right. Good.

All right, but you stay out of my way. Go ahead, confront death, heal the sick,

bring new life into the world as if I wasn't here.

He's not breathing. Smells like he choked on a clove of garlic.

Recreator, stat!

Yeah, I love it.

That's not coming in.

Okay.

Come on!

Oh, helping me celebrate the Danino baby, I see.

If God expected doctors to decide who lives and who dies, why did he make us

so human?

Physician Heal Thyself, episode 27, calling Dr.

Gale, if I'm not mistaken.

You got a good memory.

Until the new healers came along, you needed one of those just to remember

I had a career.

Dr. Catiline would love to know your thoughts on the great biography, which

reminds me of a song.

You always have been. Mark, the show is ahead because of Dixon Gallo, not

because of me.

And once that arrogant runt finishes his last episode, that's it for all of us.

I worked ten years, ten years for this second chance.

He has no idea what he's throwing away.

He's a thoughtless, fat -headed jerk.

Well, you have talent. You know that.

Now you've got the experience and the maturity under your belt to do something

with it.

You don't need a Dixon Gallo to give you a second chance.

You know something?

You're right.

You're right. The show must go on.

And I'm just the phenomenon... The phenomenal talent to carry it off.

Yeah!

Who do you think you are, God?

In here, that's exactly who I am.

Because I can bring life.

Or I can bring death.

Or I can turn a blind eye and let fate take its course.

Or I can live with the consequences.

A terrorist died on your operating table ten minutes ago, and now you're putting

his heart into another body.

Do you know what this looks like?

Yeah.

Justice.

That terrorist spent his whole miserable existence taking the lives of innocent

people.

How ironic that his death is going to give one of them life.

My God, man.

Are you saying you let him die?

Did I?

I don't know.

Damn it, I just don't know.

Cut. Perfect.

You were brilliant this time.

You were made for the part. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, when you're ready for me,

I'll be in my trailer teaching Tawny her new lines.

But Tawny doesn't have any lines.

She does now.

Are you afraid I'll suck your blood?

Excuse me?

Well, it smells like you're wearing a wreath of garlic.

Dixon?

Medical examiner thought no obvious signs of physical trauma, but he

poisoning. We'll know when the lab tests get back.

Will you look at this?

Bleached wood floors.

Dixon Gallop sure has changed since high school.

Yeah. Now he's thin and he's dead.

Oh, wow.

Background.

You know, something about this isn't right.

Yeah, I'll say.

I've never seen a trailer look so good.

Why am I paying a mortgage when I can have all this? I'm talking about Gallo's

death.

Too many people wanted to see him dead to believe it was natural causes.

Well, until the lab tests come back, I've got no reason to poke around.

Of course, it is your hospital, and they are still filming.

That's true.

Are you all right?

Fine. Why are the parking lots so wet and slippery? Oh, Norma's having a

Where were you going in such a hurry?

Lunch. With a long -lost uncle.

Listen, I might be a little late. You know, getting reacquainted and all.

Take all the time you need. Okay, thank you.

Long -lost uncle.

Well,

I'm off, too.

Good luck with your snooping. Talk to you later.

Watch it.

You all right? I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Well, the good news is there's nothing wrong with your heart.

The hell with my heart? How's my insurance?

Oh, you'll need to take that up with the billing office.

But if you'd like to spare yourself or your insurance company any grief, I

suggest next time washing your hands after setting mouth traps.

Mouth traps?

The lab found barium chloride in your blood. It's a common rat poison. Doc,

where have you been hiding yourself?

Hiding? What makes you think I've been hiding from you? Gotta talk to the doc.

Hey!

I can't stop thinking about what you did the other day when you saved that man's

life. I've never been so moved. Oh, that. That's just part of the job. A job

really must get back to. Excuse me.

I've never seen so clearly before just how precious life is. We're all brief

candles burning bright and yet can be snuffed out so easily.

It's made me treasure every human life so much more.

That is so beautiful.

Yeah.

Anyway, I talked to Cynthia Holling, and she agreed to put your life or death

rescue into the current episode.

Really? Mm -hmm. I think there's someone you might like to talk to.

What am I, a peep show?

No. Mr. Isenson, you have a visitor. I don't want any visitors. My policy

guarantees me a private room.

Who's the old gas bag?

Clifford Isenson.

The brief candle I saved from snuffing.

The individual human life that you treasure more now than ever before?

The prop guy that keeled over on the set?

Oh, the prop guy, yes.

Thank you. I would like to talk to him. I thought you might.

So why is it that Dixon Gallo's scalpels are always so much shinier than mine?

Doesn't anybody know the meaning of private anymore?

Dr. Gale.

I'm not a doctor. I just play one on TV.

Again. Lyle Fairbanks. Yes, of course. I knew that. I knew that.

It's just that ever since I was a little girl, you represented everything I

wanted to be.

You're so warm, kind, wise, firm.

Well, you're very kind.

Dr. Bentley. Yes.

Oh, it's you.

Shouldn't you be off somewhere, sucking up to the writers? I'm sure there's a

couple of lines in the script you haven't stolen yet.

That's okay. I'll wait till you blow them on the set and grab them then.

Yep. I was acting when you were in diapers.

And I'll be acting when you are, which ought to be in about two weeks.

Security!

Security!

Security to 3rd Corner Station.

Security to 3rd Corner Station.

Jack, do you have any idea what it's like seeing your childhood idols...

fighting like some street hood right under your nose.

Well, maybe it's not a good idea to confuse an actor with the role he plays.

telling that to an eight -year -old little girl who's hopelessly in love

doctor she sees on TV every week.

Why don't you tell him that?

Well, I will the next time I run into him, which probably will not happen

because we work in such a big hospital, but I would if I could. Good, because

he's right there.

Like I said, the next time I run into him.

Right. Remember, don't think about a little eight -year -old girl getting

inspired by the new healers. He's such a jerk. I know. You really are.

All right, is this thing fixed yet, Ellen? Yeah.

How much?

It's paid for.

By who?

I hope you're proud of yourself.

Oh, rarely.

I idolized you.

I wanted to be just like you.

No, you didn't. You wanted to be like Dr. Gale.

Well, yes, but I... Then you and I have a great deal in common, Doctor.

Please, sit down.

You know, usually I like to actually meet a woman for our second date, but in

your case, I think I'll make an exception.

Well, I'm Savannah Bellows.

I'm sitting right over there if you'd like to join me. I'm Jack Stewart, and

be very happy to join you.

After that last time, I had a feeling we'd meet again.

Me too.

Although I... Yeah, well, go ahead. I wasn't actually quite sure if my next

meeting was going to be personal or professional.

About the way you were eating.

What about it?

Well, there's just so much food in front of you. I couldn't see how anybody

could eat like that regularly and maintain such a beautiful body.

But I guess a couple of weeks of salad and that all kind of evens out, doesn't

it? Something like that.

Well, not that it's any of my business what you eat.

I'm glad you feel that way because I am really hungry and I don't like being

judged. Oh, well, I ain't gonna judge nobody.

Can you imagine what it's been like trying to live up to Adam Gale?

Trying to be this ideal of perfection.

I expect me to.

I love eating.

I mean, it's really that simple.

And if I have to purge myself later, then that's just the price that I pay

this figure.

Do you have any idea how unhealthy that is?

I don't care.

I was fat all through high school. The only guy that I ever dated was the one

person in North Platte that was fatter than I was.

And as soon as he dropped a few pounds, he dumped me.

get was receptionist or some quack physical therapist i mean now i am an

so tell me again why i should stop purging well it's because it's the

worst thing you could possibly do to your body it it weakens your heart it it

ruins your stomach let me let me just rephrase that don't tell me if you want

be with me just ignore the way that i eat can you handle that i hope so

Me too.

Because there is only one thing that I like more than eating.

No one expects you to be like Dr. Gil, really.

You did.

Great news, Doc. I just looked over the revised pages and we're about to shoot

your scene.

Best scene in the script.

Especially since there's no washed up old has -beens in it.

Well, with you at the center.

How could it be anything but great?

So what do you say, Doc? You want to come see me play you?

I'd love to, but I'm right in the middle of something and I don't think... No,

no, no. You go ahead. Really.

This is an honor. You don't want to miss.

You were in this scene, you know.

And I had Cynthia write you out.

Well, in a way, I'm in every scene.

This is our series now.

We ought to work together, not against each other.

Dr. Bencher reminded me of that, and of a whole lot more, too.

You mean that?

Yeah.

Really? Sure.

Honestly?

Absolute.

We have so much to talk about. Let me grab a cup of coffee. We'll start

about how to save this series.

Take mine.

You've got a steamship.

And that's going to do so much more for this series than any mere words that we

can come up with.

Come on, Doc, let's make medical history.

I

need

that blood, and I need it now.

A drunk driver hit a bus that skidded through a railroad crossing and collided

with the Golden Rail Express.

Every hospital in town needs blood.

Then tell the staff to roll up their sleeves. If we can't find blood, we're

going to have to give these good people our own. Right.

This woman isn't breathing.

I can't tell you how many times it's happened to me.

No.

Help.

Is that in the script?

Excuse me.

I'd like to see the producer, Cynthia Holling, please.

Regarding? A medical matter.

Well, then you're up next.

I'm sorry.

This has been a misunderstanding.

When I said a medical matter, I didn't mean the medical matter. I meant the

medical matter.

Miss Holling, I'm Dr. Mark Sloan.

Getting into character is one thing, but it's a little early to be rewriting my

script, don't you think, Dr. Paltrow?

You'll be reading with a prospective nurse, Chapman. Are you ready?

I hope there hasn't been a long loss, Uncle.

It's not long.

This could be my big chance. Mark, please.

Okay, people, let's go.

Feel free to use the prompt.

Lauren Stephen knows what drugs do to people.

He sees the human wreckage every day.

So how could he let himself become a drug addict?

I'm a brain surgeon. That doesn't make me a psychiatrist. You know, the proper

tool here would be a cranial saw, I think.

Give an actor a scalpel and he thinks he's a doctor.

Let me worry about that.

What this is inaccurate? I don't care

But when you wait in blood and misery

and pain every day it's hard to stop thinking about it Maybe the drugs keep

from thinking at all He doesn't need drugs

he needs

Your love, I suppose.

Yeah, well, what's wrong with that?

We could be good for each other.

But what about... What about your husband?

I've seen enough.

Thank you. We'll be in touch.

We'll be in touch.

Miss Holland, I need to talk to you.

If you insist.

But... You're not getting the part. I just don't find you believable as a

doctor. Well, I am a doctor.

I'm Dr.

Mark Sloan. I'm head of internal medicine, the community general, and I'm

special consultant to the police department.

The police?

Mm -hmm.

I want to talk to you about Dixon Gallo's death.

taking the lives of innocent people.

How ironic that his death is going to give one of them life.

You know, until I read that script, I didn't realize Dr. Stevens was a drug

addict. He wasn't until the actor who played him decided to walk.

Now his character is going to die of an overdose.

Isn't that a questionable taste under the circumstances?

I have nothing to lose.

Look, we could have run for years. Now we'd be lucky to last a month.

If killing his character gives us a ratings point or two, I can live with

criticism.

You must have been furious when he decided to quit.

He was a complete unknown before the new healers.

I cast him. I fought for him. I even slept with him.

That's dedication.

And how did he repay me? He quit four episodes into our second season.

Furious?

That's an understatement.

Sounds like a motive for murder.

No one said he was murdered.

No one said he wasn't. We're waiting for the toxicology report.

Look, he was quitting the show anyway.

And what could I possibly gain by killing him?

Revenge.

And a $4 million insurance company payoff.

What makes you think I had insurance on him?

I learned to read upside down in medical school.

You need drugs.

You need love.

Oh, don't you start with me.

Listen, I got a call back for a different part.

I'm on my way to see the casting director now.

Good. You looking for something?

Breath mints. I can still taste that pasta I had for lunch.

Here.

Bubble gum.

We all have our vices.

That's right.

And mine is television.

I'm never watching another doctor's show as long as I live.

She's been exploited and disillusioned, the little girl.

By television?

By Lincoln Cutter and Lyle Fairbanks.

You see, Cutter plagiarized her life, rather effectively, I might add, and

Fairbanks is not exactly Dr. Adam Gale, so... Speaking of Cutter, how is he?

Well, I guess that bigger role made him very nervous. He took enough laxatives

for three people.

Hey, I didn't know Steve went to high school in North Platte.

He didn't. Dixon Gallo did.

So did Savannah Bellows.

Here she is.

Take a look.

Small world.

My call isn't for 15

minutes! It's okay. Take your time.

Sorry, I thought you were the AD.

Come on in.

I'm sorry that my dressing room is so small.

I'm going to wait outside.

Oh, no.

Stay.

As long as you don't mind if I keep dressing while we talk, I've got to be

the set in just a little bit.

It's something I wanted to talk about, but it's a little awkward.

Anything. Could you close the door first?

Never mind, I'll get it.

So, what was it that you wanted to talk about?

Keeping in mind that I do have to be on the set in 15 minutes, and directness.

It's a definite plot.

Um, the, um, the fat guy that you dated when you were in high school, the guy

who dumped you after he lost the weight, that was, um, Dixon

Gallo, right?

You must have been looking at that yearbook that I gave him.

I hope that disgusting picture of me didn't turn you off completely.

Not completely, no.

Good.

I owe Dixon my life.

It was being dumped by him that made me realize I had to lose the weight no

matter what.

That's why I'm so happy to have a role in the new healers.

So you could thank him for dumping you.

We looked at our old yearbook pictures and laughed.

It was like we never really stopped being friends.

Well somebody said that they saw you running out of his trailer in tears and

screaming that he was a pig Okay, I got a little upset that he ate the last

Twinkie still I'm glad that we had that time together before

Oh, I'm sorry. I've got to run. You don't mind.

I guess I can find my own way out.

I'm coming.

This woman is not breathing.

Now forget the damn machine. This woman needs the breath of life.

Are you sure?

Now, that bit where I tore open her shirt, I don't know, it didn't seem

enough to me. Maybe we should do it again.

We've already done it five times. Hey, I'm willing to do whatever is necessary

to get it right, even if it means tearing open her shirt all day. Mark,

you think of the scene?

Ah, that it should have been Lincoln Cutters.

Yeah, well, it was always meant for me, but he slept with Cynthia Holling before

I got a chance.

But I'm set at stage again, Mark. The action, the drama, the emotion, just

old times, isn't it?

All like the time you spiked that director's coffee with Lasset if he had

dragged off the set and bent over in pain.

You know, nice of you to buy Cutter a cup of coffee.

I'm a nice guy.

I'd love to chat, but I have to go rip open a lady's shirt.

You spiked Cutter's coffee so you could steal his scene, didn't you? That scene

was always supposed to be my scene until that slug had it rewritten.

Come on, Mark.

It was an innocent prank.

Nobody got hurt.

Oh, not like Dixon Gallo.

Oh, you lovable jokester. I had nothing to do with that tragedy.

You were angry, Gallo, for walking off the show and putting your comeback at

risk.

Mark, I reached out to you.

And this is how you repay my trust?

Huh? Now, I admit I was desperate.

Okay, I was terrified. But I'm not a killer, you know that.

I'm not so sure.

The lab report on Dixon Gallo just came in.

It was murder.

Barium chloride poisoning.

Rat poison?

Oh, how fitting.

Hey, guys, come on.

I loved him like a brother.

I need your help on this, Dad. These test reports don't make sense.

Rat poison seems pretty straightforward to me.

Well, but we can't figure out how it got in his system.

There's no punctures in his skin, and his stomach contents were clean.

Another strange thing.

His last meal was fruit.

So? Well, the actress that was with him when he died was complaining about his

garlic breath.

What?

Of course, Dolores.

You accusing Dolores of murder?

No, I'm accusing the parking lot.

Careful.

So what does the parking lot have to do with Dixon Gallo's murder? It's the

murder weapon.

Ah, now why didn't I come up with that?

Diamethyl sulfoxide.

It's a solvent.

I can see that right there on the label.

Norman's having the parking lot cleaned for the show.

Yeah, and it looks terrific, but what does that have to do with how Dixon

died? DMSO is sometimes used illegally as a deep muscle relaxant. It penetrates

the skin so quickly that it's combined with other drugs and poisons to speed up

the absorption.

One of the symptoms is garlic breath.

And how does Dolores fit into all this?

Remember when we stepped out of Gallo's trailer, Dolores slipped on the pavement

and got that solvent on her hand?

She still can't get the garlic taste out of her mouth.

So now we know the way he was poisoned. All we need is the how and the who. I

think if we find the how, we'll get the who.

Joe, what's up, Docs?

Discussing how to catch a murderer.

Dixon and Gallo was killed by a massive dose of barium chloride mixed with DMSO.

Now, if we can figure out how he was poisoned... Barium chloride.

Cliff Isenson had barium chloride in his blood.

Who's Cliff Isenson? The prop guy. He keeled over in the operating room after

they shot the scene.

I don't believe it.

I've been wrong all along.

When?

Exactly. What?

It's not how or who. It's when.

Why?

That terrorist spent his whole miserable existence taking the lives of innocent

people. How ironic that his death is going to give one of them life.

My God, man.

Are you saying you let him die?

I don't know.

Did I?

Damn it. I just don't know.

And cut.

Now that is television.

No, that's murder.

I thought Dixon Gallo died in his trailer. He did, but the actual murder

committed here, during the filming of the scene.

So we're going to reenact it.

Right here, right now.

Yeah. I don't think I could give a better performance.

You certainly couldn't do any worse.

Now, everything is exactly as it was before, right down to the original

So everyone just play your parts. I'll be Dr. Loring Stevens.

Okay, everybody, places!

We've seen him act.

The only thing going to get killed is the dialogue.

Okay, roll it.

And... action.

Who do you think you are? God?

In here, that's exactly who I am.

I can bring life, or I can bring death.

Or I can turn a blind eye and let fate take its course.

If I can live with the consequences.

A terrorist died on your operating table ten minutes ago, and now you're putting

his heart into another body. Do you know what this looks like?

Yeah. Justice.

Oh, wait.

This isn't right.

Cut!

We were all wearing surgical gloves when we did this scene.

Oh, that's all right. It's not important. Just mop my brow and we'll go

I really think that for the sake of accuracy, we should be wearing the

Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter.

Where were we?

Let's take it from Lyle's last line.

Roll it and... You know what it looks like?

Yeah, justice.

Something wrong? I can't do this. Cut!

That's because you know that the towel you mopped Dixon Gallo's brow with was

soaked with DMSO and with rat poison.

No, it's because I'm a stickler for accuracy.

And I don't blame you. The glove protected you from poisoning yourself.

We were all wearing the glove.

I mean, anybody could have poisoned that towel.

Everybody was very upset that Gallo...

Quit the show.

But you were the only one with a motive before that.

You tried to kill Dixon before he made his announcement.

That's why the prop man got sick. He handled the towel you were going to wipe

Dixon's brow with.

Only he walked off the set before he had a chance to.

dumped me when I was in high school because he said that I was too fat.

So I lost the weight, I became an actress, and I finally got a job on his

He didn't even recognize me.

Not even after we'd gone to bed together.

So you gave him the yearbook as a present and then told him who you were.

didn't care. He said that I was pathetic.

He just laughed at me, said I should get a life.

So you took his.

Dad, don't do that.

Oh, you don't think I'd use the actual towel, do you?

Well, that one was probably thrown away a long time ago.

Something I still don't get, but how'd she know about the DMSO?

Jack told me she was a receptionist for a physical therapist before she became

an actress.

They used to use DMSO on the black market as a muscle relaxant.

A doctor who solves murders.

Now that's a great idea.

I'm perfect for my character. No, mine. Mine. Cynthia.

Cynthia.

You're dealing life, not death. And if I can turn death into life, don't I have

the obligation to try?

Whose life?

Whose death? And what gives you the right to choose?

It's one thing to steal the organs from a dead terrorist, but this woman did

nothing wrong besides die in an auto accident.

Of course, Dolores, she was so excited about getting a partner, she's nowhere

sight. I can't believe I used to watch this stuff. I can't take much more,

really. You said this was the last shot of the day.

Oh, dear, I hope they haven't written her out.

You hope. I've got to share an office with her.

The corpse has no guilt or innocence.

It's either useful or it isn't.

Useful? How would you feel if this useful buddy was your wife?

It is my wife's.

She was hit by a drunk driver on her way to her prenatal exam.

Cut! Print!

That's a wrap.

Maybe she decided not to take the part.

Or maybe they liked her so much they decided to write her a bigger part in

next episode.

Yeah, right.

Maybe they need me to help battle the plague in India.