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Lauren, I need to talk to you.

Mark, it's very important that we go.

I'd like to thank

all the little people who made me what I am today.

A pathologist?

A man had just won a day on the set of The Young and the Restless. It was a

charity, and I bought some of those raffle tickets, and that was one of the

prizes. She even gets to play a part. Well, actually, it's a walk -on. And I'm

embarrassed to say I've never seen The Young and the Restless, but I'm sure

it'll be a wonderful experience.

Dr. Bentley, please.

There's something unseemly about show business.

I'm not sure it's the right PR for the hospital.

Mr. Briggs, the hospital didn't win the raffle. I did.

Excuse me.

Everybody, pictures and autographs for everyone.

Bye.

Oh,

my God.

What a time for your tire to go flat.

Wait a minute. I must be at the studio in 20 minutes.

Oh, I'll take you. My car is right over there. Listen, do you think I can hang

around the set and meet some of the actors?

Hey, Loris, don't you have to work?

Oh, I'll take an early lunch.

Of course, it's 9 .30.

All right, I'll take a late breakfast, but I'm not going to miss this

opportunity. All right.

Oh.

Must be an epidemic.

How you doing, D?

Hi.

Need a lift, Amanda?

Do you have the time? Oh, what are you, I'm free as a bird. Come on, I got

nothing scheduled until this afternoon.

Okay.

Hey, listen, you think the girl who plays Christine Blair will be there?

I didn't know you watched The Young and the Restless.

I don't.

Oh, it's just that every once in a while a patient will come in and turn it on.

And, you know, she kind of caught my eye.

So I was wondering... We were hoping if I'd introduce you to her once we got to

the studio. See, I like the way you think. I really, really do.

Now that we've done the first act of A Star is Born, we can get back to the

business of medicine.

We need to go over the O .R. budget.

Oh, Jack was going over the O .R. budget.

Dr. Stewart.

Dr. Stewart.

We need to get together on the O .R. budget.

Now? Of course now.

Unless that's what you're planning to say to someone who needs emergency

surgery.

Well, no, we can't just wait a couple hours. I gotta take Amanda over. Last

I looked, you were employed by Community General Hospital.

If you'd rather earn your money as a chauffeur, Jack, that can be arranged.

All right, the O .R. report.

All the world at age.

And all the men and women in the early play.

Roaring my doctors with your siren song of show business.

Mark.

Mark. Need a ride.

Oh, no. Oh, but please.

This is so exciting.

I've never had a time to get hooked on soap operas. Oh, they're dramas.

Huh? They're called daytime dramas now. Oh, that's good to know.

What are they doing in there?

Who are those two idiots looking through the window?

Stop, Kay!

We're so sorry.

Who let you in here?

I'm Amanda Bentley. I won the raffle.

What raffle?

A day on the set.

And a walk -on part.

Why doesn't anybody tell me these things?

Well, where would you like me to stand?

Pittsburgh.

She's our guest. A little common courtesy.

I am not paid to be courteous, Laura Lee. I am paid to get this show in on

and on budget. And I can't do that with civilians underfoot. Lois, would you

relax? We just started the scene.

Yes. And it was all wrong.

I beg your pardon?

I realize that I am just the director.

But I know what I want, and neither one of you are giving it to me.

Now, let's start from the top.

Hello, I'm Eric Braden.

How do you do?

This is Laura Lee Bell. Never mind the director. She won't last long. She's

a temporary replacement for the regular directors out with the flu.

Believe me, we're sending him buckets of chicken soup, hoping he'll be back

tomorrow.

Nancy? Yeah?

What is your name?

Amanda Bentley.

Amanda Bentley.

Huh.

Would you take Miss Bentley up to the makeup room? Oh, sure. Follow me. Well,

better get back to the hospital.

Oh, please stay, Mark. I feel like I've ordered my last meal.

Get a cup of coffee.

Okay.

That's an uncanny resemblance.

I was thinking the same thing.

I'll be damned.

Go down the hall, make a left, then a quick right, past the dressing rooms,

another left, and make up's at the end of the hall. You can't miss it. Really?

Okay. Two lefts and a right?

Or is it two rights and a left?

Oh, dear.

Laura Lee.

Becky!

Wow! I didn't know that you were working today.

You just gave me a messenger, boy. Let me tell you...

I'm not, Vicki. I'm not. Did you do something to your hair? I washed it this

morning. It's lovely, but it's never going to match. Match? Yeah, the stuff

you shot yesterday.

From Lois's view, she is going to flip her... Oh, she already had... You should

just... Yeah, listen, I'll see you tomorrow, Vicki. Okay, bye -bye. Wait,

minute. There must be some mistake. I'm not... Oh.

Victoria Rowell.

Melody Thomas.

God.

Victoria Rowell.

Miss Rowell? Oh, excuse me. I'm so sorry.

I'll leave the script right outside the door. Yeah, whatever.

Oh, dear.

Hey, hey, hey, Vicki. Oh, this is great. Do you want to run some lines for me?

I'm really getting tired of this.

Tired of running lines?

Being called Vicki.

Oh, well, what would you rather be called, huh, Drusilla?

Stop that!

What? What kind of a name is Drusilla?

Well, it's your name.

I thought you said my name was Vicki.

Actors. Hey, hey, Vic.

All right.

You're going to start here at the couch.

Then you're going to cross to the door and open it.

Do you think you can handle that?

Piece of cake.

All right.

Let's rehearse.

Ding dong.

Ding dong, Amanda.

Door! Cross to the door!

What the hell happened?

My goodness, I was supposed to have been standing right here.

Well, thank God for your stage fright. You saved my life.

Oh, you're cut.

Don't touch him, please. Coming through, coming through.

Not to worry, I'm a doctor.

Well, that makes two of us, and now we can have a convention.

I haven't seen you in over a year. What are you doing here? I've got to check up

on you every now and then, Eric.

I'm Dr. Milton Goetz.

I represent the company that insures the actors. I think you will live, Eric.

My age on Earth would be delirious.

Damn, I told my service to call only if it was an emergency, which it appears to

be. So much for spending the day on the set.

Do you have my permission to treat him, Doctor?

Here.

Chandelier! I need another chandelier.

Eric? Are you all right? I'm all right, Spear. Just a little scratch, that's

all. Well, you don't think that new director is bad luck, do you?

Just because Chandelier Lee crushed me two days after this obnoxious trick was

hired? Oh, I can't stand that woman.

Mr. Braden, excuse me.

Oh, sorry. Are you adding insult to injury, Mr. Sloan?

Uh, Gene Cooper.

It's a pleasure, Mark Sloan.

Are you part of the cast?

Is she part of the cast?

Obviously, he's not a fan of the show. Obviously, he's not.

I'm sorry. I don't get much chance to watch daytime dramas. You know they all

say that.

In my day, they call themselves puppets.

Me too.

There, you see?

So, what do you do, Mr.

Sloan? I'm a doctor.

Really?

How would you like a taste of showbiz?

In what way?

Well, you'd be my stand -in.

That would be a good idea. Do all my movements for me.

In fact, I have a scene coming up.

directly under that chandelier. Oh, yeah. You know, I think it's probably

perfectly safe now.

Maybe. But I'm seriously thinking of doing my scene in the dining room.

Good thought.

Nice meeting you. Nice to meet you.

Stay alive. I'm going to have to learn my line, sweetheart.

Mr. Braden. Yes, Mr. Sloan.

That chandelier, I don't think it was an accident.

What do you mean?

I mean the rope was deliberately cut.

You're saying someone is trying to kill me?

It looks that way.

Do you think there's anyone who might have a motive?

Not a fan, no.

Has anything unusual happened lately?

No.

Except, you know... A few weeks ago, I received a strange fan letter.

Someone was saying that they wanted to put my name into the headlines in a very

unique way.

And then there was a follow -up letter saying that the deadline was

Now, usually I ignore that kind of stuff.

Did you save any of them?

Wait a minute. Maybe I did save the last one. Let's see.

Here we go.

Glad to see you need glasses, too.

No return address?

Yeah. What part? Four days ago.

Next week is almost here. A week you'll never forget.

The week I come into your life. U -N -O. And you know this, Mr. Owen? No, no,

no. Except through the correspondence. I don't know who that is at all.

You know, maybe you should go talk to Laura Lee Bell. Why don't you do that?

Because I remember her saying that she had received a similarly strange fan

letter. Maybe there's a connection.

Hey,

I know that guy.

Yeah,

I know that guy.

What was going on here?

Um, you know this guy?

He's one of my doctors. What was he doing lurking behind the scenery?

I wasn't lurking. I was, um... I was looking for someone.

Well, who were you looking for?

For my colleague, Dr. Sloan.

Jack, what is it?

Taplinger.

Path -linger?

Yes, he's taking a turn for the worse.

Paroxysmal arrhythmia.

Pulmonary infarction.

Acute esophageal varicosity.

Couldn't he have phoned?

I say we go in. What's your opinion, Doctor? Well, I concur.

Okay, I'll have him prepped and ready in an hour. Okay. Well, now that we've

saved Mr.

Tavlinger, do you think we could please resurrect this show?

Oh, and Miss Bell, Mr.

Braden was telling me you've been getting some rather strange fan mail.

It goes with the territory.

May I have a look at it?

I think I threw them away. Why save it?

Could you see if you have it? It could be very important.

This doesn't have anything to do with that chandelier, does it? Well, I will

tell.

I'll go check my dressing room. Thank you.

Okay, wait a minute.

Esophageal varicosity? Hey, yeah.

Varicose veins of the esophagus?

Poor Mr. Tappling, I guess he'll never sing again.

Jack, what are you doing here? Oh, I can tell you in three words.

Laura Lee Bell.

I'm going to get coffee.

Oh, would you get one for me, too, please? No.

Hey,

I know you guys.

You're on the show, too. You're Cole Howard and his gorgeous wife, Victoria.

Oh, well, you know, we have other names, too, you know.

You're Cole Howard and his gorgeous wife, Victoria.

No, I'm Heather Tom, and this is J .D. Peck.

And you are?

Jack Stewart.

Oh, are you an actor? Doctor.

Oh, you're a doctor on the show?

I'm Dr. Jack Stewart.

Oh. Oh, so you're a guest on the set today?

Yes. Great. Of whom?

Dr. Mark Sloan.

Oh, is he an actor?

No, he's my boss.

Well, then what are you doing here?

Well, actually, I'm here visiting a friend of mine.

She's on the show.

Oh, okay. She's an actress.

No. Well, today, yeah, but normally she's a pathologist.

What part is she playing?

I have no idea.

Do you know Laura Lee Bell?

Who?

Cricket. Cricket, of course.

Of course. Yeah, absolutely.

Can you do me a favor? Can you set me up with her?

We'll have to get back to you on that. We'll have to get back to you on that

one, Jack. Hey, thanks.

Cole, Victoria, it was very nice meeting you. You too, Dr. Jack.

Security.

Man, they don't even know who Laura Lee Bell is. I found one. It was still on

the way to the bathroom.

Oh, thank you.

One week until your life changes forever.

You and Owen.

You and Owen.

Unknown.

I think it's time we call the police.

There's the phone right over there. Thank you.

Oh, my God. I still have two scenes in that. The letter wasn't really that

threatening. One week until my life changes forever.

Death is a pretty big change.

Hey, what's that?

You all right?

Let me be your biggest fan.

Did anybody else get a letter from a U .N. Owen?

Um, I did.

And you are?

I'm Melody Thomas Scott. I play Nicky Newman Abbott on the show.

Do you have any of these letters, Miss Scott?

Well, I always send my fan mail to my publicist, but I haven't for a few

so I might.

Could you check, please?

Sure. Thank you. Would you like some help?

Sure, Vicki.

You don't need me for a while, do you?

Take the next century off.

Anybody else?

Can't you come to see my big senior, sweetie?

Miss, please, I'm trying to conduct a police investigation here. The bikini

from that medical show they shot at the hospital.

That's where Stevie and I met.

Look, Miss, if you didn't get any of these letters, you're free to go. Thank

you.

Good night, Poopsie.

Didn't she ever act with any clothes on?

We've got a lot of work to do. Could we try and just concentrate on the case,

please? Oh, I'll do my best, Poopsie.

Please.

Can everybody stay alert for anybody that doesn't fit in? It could be our

writer.

You know

her, too? She's my assistant.

She's got a hell of a right.

Dolores, what are you doing here?

I've got a very important message for you.

What? What is it? The cleaners called. Your suit's ready.

What?

I...

I haven't taped a thing since you got here.

Who sent you?

General Hospital.

Mrs. Mitchell and I are just leaving.

Let's go.

Dr. Stewart, we have to go to the hospital.

Dr. Mr.

Tapplinger needs us.

Mark, are you kidding? Excuse me. You see that I'm making a headway here?

You're going to have to save his life. He will make it.

Dolores!

Nice going. Soft pedal it. You don't want to panic anyone.

You and I both know we're dealing with a homicidal maniac here.

We are?

Oh, that's right. You play a P .I. on the show.

Yeah. Doug Davidson?

Steve Sloan.

Nice to meet you, Steve.

What drives our boy? That's the key.

Revenge? Some imagined flight?

Chance to get his mug in the paper?

I don't know.

Who's next?

My money's on Melody Thomas Scott.

Why? I don't know.

You just had a hunch.

Yeah. Yeah, gotta go with your instincts.

I like that.

You know, I could be a big help to you. I've learned a lot playing this part.

I'll bet you have.

Mr. Davidson, you can think of anything else, anything at all. Please, give me a

call.

I won't let you down, Lieutenant.

I can't get over it.

Oh, what?

You and Vicki, you're practically twins.

Really? Look, here she is.

Oh, no,

here, here.

There'll be one right here.

German? God.

You don't know me, but I know you.

Soon people will mention our names together. You and Owen.

Sounds pretty whacked.

You know, if he's left a trail with these letters, the police are bound to

it.

I hope so.

In any event, I have a thing to do.

Oh, show must go on, huh? Yeah.

I'd like to find the guy that said that and wring his neck.

So, where is everybody?

Oh, they're all shooting on the other stage.

I don't understand why somebody would want to kill all three.

Watch out!

Whoever he is, he sure is determined.

Morris, I need... Mark, this has got to stop. Jack has...

Norman Briggs.

Page Dr.

Sloan and Dr. Stewart.

And while you're at it, send out an APB on Dolores Mitchell.

It's a mutiny. A mutiny on the bounty, and I'm Captain Bly. It's a mutiny.

That's what it is.

I'll just go to my office.

It'll be fine.

Wait for the phone to ring.

Nobody does it better than you.

File some memos. And that's one of your best things, too.

Make some coffee.

Oh, uh, cream, two sugars, Dee. Thanks.

I could have met Christoph St. John.

How's Christoph St. John?

One of those soap opera actors.

Excuse me, one of those daytime drama people.

So what do we got here, Mark? Just like a nut job or something?

We're dealing with a highly disturbed personality.

It's a syndrome that's become all too common these days.

There's someone suffering from paranoid schizophrenia tendencies who decides to

become famous by killing somebody famous.

What did you guys do to Norman?

We haven't seen him since this morning. Why?

He's wandering around out in the hall muttering something about rats deserting

sinking ship and being the captain of the Titanic.

Hey, Steve, you got any information on our psycho?

Yeah, I ran his letters through the lab.

All of them were typed in a Claridge 2 manual typewriter.

It shouldn't be too hard to identify because the right beak on the capital T

dented and the left syrup in the small Y is gone.

The paper is a...

Heavy bond of Japanese manufacture that's only carried in a few stores, so

our boy bought it at one of them.

So what now?

I get the payment.

Unless you know if anything else turns up. Okay, thanks.

Where are you going?

I'm going to find out what Norman's problem is.

Not everybody knew what Norman's problem was.

Hey. Mr. Gruber, I presume.

I want to call the police.

Breaking and entering, assault and battery, running in the hall.

I am the police.

Well, I'm going to lodge a complaint.

Illegal search and seizure, denial of due process.

You got running in the hall.

What's the matter with that Blaustein? Thickening you all over a lousy 1 ,800

bucks? Who is Blaustein?

My landlord. I'm a little behind on the rent.

Don't worry. You're going to be living rent -free for a long time.

Mr. Gruber, you wrote these letters.

How did you find me?

Found them where you bought the stationery.

So I bought some paper. Big deal.

I can prove that these letters were written on that typewriter.

What letters? I don't know from any letters.

Eric Braden, Melody Thomas Scott, Loralee Bell. Does that jog your memory?

Okay, so I admit it. I wrote them. I didn't think anybody would catch on.

Let's go.

Wait a minute.

Maybe we can strike a bargain.

I'll give you 10%. Straight across the board.

10 % of what? Murder?

Murder?

What are you talking about?

Mr. Gruber, you tried to kill these three people.

You're crazy. Why would I kill the Golden Geese?

All right, let's start over. Did you write these letters?

Of course.

Why?

About a month ago, I had this dynamite idea.

I don't know where they come from. They just do.

A series of audio tapes outlining my 12 steps to financial freedom.

But how to promote it?

And then it hit me.

Bingo! An infomercial to end all infomercials. Eric Braden, Melody Thomas

Laura Lee Bell, they come on one after the other, pow, pow, pow, and extol the

virtues of my system.

Why did you sign a U .N. Owen?

Unknown?

And why the expensive stationery?

Hey, these stars get big offers. I had to create a mystery, a little allure.

stationery let them know they were dealing with a class act. And the

mysteriousness, that tells them they're dealing with a master of hype.

Next week, I was going to reveal all.

Mr. Gruber, do you have an alibi for this morning?

Boy, do I have an alibi.

He was in jail.

He was arrested at a Rose Bowl swap meet for peddling without a license.

Seems he was selling portraits of Elvis on velvet.

If it isn't a demented fan... That means that our potential killer is on the set

of Young and the Restless.

Andrew, exhaustive.

Police work, we've been able to eliminate you and Owen as a suspect.

Oh, great.

Where does that leave us?

Swinging in the breeze.

Not necessarily.

All we have to do is find the common denominator that links the three of you

together. Besides those letters.

Are any of you related?

Not that we know of.

You have the same financial advisor?

No. Invest money with the same individual?

Do you date the same people?

We're very close, but we don't socialize.

We each have our own personal lives.

Well, we're not making a lot of progress.

And whoever it is is still out there lurking.

Why does she look at me every time she says that?

It's got to be here. Think.

Melody and I went to the same hairdresser once.

Well, that leaves me out.

Eric and I used to bank at the same branch right around the corner.

But, sweetheart, I closed that account over two years ago.

Oh.

I don't know. It's hopeless.

Futile. No, don't worry. I promise I won't let anything happen to you.

Really? Mm -hmm.

My fiancé will be relieved to hear that.

Oh.

Well, it was very nice meeting you.

Sorry, Jack.

You know, come to think of it...

There's one thing that the three of us haven't got.

What?

Me?

You think I tried to kill those actors?

According to them, you desperately wanted a permanent directing job on the

I made no secret of that.

But because all three disliked you intensely, they complained to the

They were counting the days until you left.

With them out of the way, you had a chance of staying on.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Pass. Just reproject yourself back to the time that chandelier almost crowned

Eric. Where was I?

I'll give you a hint.

I was desperate, standing behind the camera, desperately trying to get Amanda

Bentley to answer the doorbell.

And when that piece of scenery nearly crushed Laura Lee, I was on stage,

surrounded by my crew, desperately trying to finish the scene before lunch.

And when that Klieg light...

Nearly creased Melody's skull.

I was on the other stage, desperately trying to get the actors to say their

dialogue as written.

You could have had a partner.

I don't need the young and the restless anymore.

David Kelly wants me to direct an episode of Picket Fences.

No, can't argue with that.

Woman's on her way.

But if you really want someone with a motive...

I'm not accusing anybody. I'm just asking a few questions.

How could you suspect me after all we have been to one another?

Tony, we've only known each other two weeks.

You know, two weeks can be a lifetime with the right woman.

I thought we had something more than the purely physical.

Oh, we do, Tony. I thought we had something spiritual.

You know, I'm just going to go over here for a minute.

We do, definitely.

Spiritual. It's just that...

I have to separate the personal from the professional.

According to certain sources, you desperately wanted a regular part on the

And you thought that if one of the other girls was incapacitated, you might have

a better shot at getting it. Okay, so I'm ambitious.

I want to be more than the bikini girl, but... Murder?

Tony, please understand.

I have to ask.

Can you account for your time this morning?

You want to know where I was?

Yes.

Lamar! You know what I like about her?

She's smart. I love that in a woman.

Lamar, will you please show this homicide detective where I was all

This was my big scene.

I rehearsed it all morning.

She died.

Hopeless.

Futile.

Boring.

I know it's discouraging, but there has to be a connection.

There's some place. We just haven't found it yet.

Maybe it doesn't exist.

Maybe they were all just random acts of violence.

Maybe they were committed by three different people. No.

They were too specific. They were too focused.

All right, let's go over it again now.

I'd better put on another pot of coffee. Thank you.

Today, an anonymous killer went after Eric Braden, Melody Thomas Scott, and

Laura Lee Bell.

Why today?

Excuse me?

I mean, why not yesterday?

Why not last week?

Omar, come on.

Amanda, we have to start somewhere.

What element was present in each of their lives that wasn't there before?

I have no idea.

I have no idea.

Amanda. What?

You. Me?

You were with each of them when the attempts occurred.

Pure coincidence.

Why would anybody want to kill Amanda?

Well, that's the next thing we have to figure out. You're grasping at straws,

Mark. No, you're the only thing that ties the three of them together.

Well, it's a pretty loose fit if you ask me.

Mark, I am a pathologist.

So obviously none of my patients are angry at me.

And as much as I'd hate to admit it, I do lead a dull life. I'm in the lab

day. I don't really date. I don't go out that much.

I'm too busy.

So I'm sticking to the random violence theory.

I'm washing off the stage makeup, and thank God my day on the set is over.

You be careful.

Will do.

I'm going to go, too.

Keep my eye on it.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to stay a while. Okay.

See you.

Bill, you know, I forgot I still have a flat tire.

Don't worry about it. I'll do it.

What do you have to say now?

Well, I guess my life's not so dull after all.

I can't drink any more coffee, right? Can we get on with this?

All right,

look, I'm convinced that somebody's trying to kill me, but who?

Well, we should start with your enemies.

All right, well, there was a girl in eighth grade.

Lucinda Farmer. We fought over the same boy, and I hit her with my gym bag.

That's not funny.

Mark, I know, and I'm not trying to trivialize it. It's just that I'm so

scared. I know.

I got one. I got one. That DNA research guy. Remember him?

Gregory Talbot. Yeah, you guys were hot and heavy there for a while, Amanda.

Come on.

You put him in jail for murder.

Then there's that baby -selling operation you helped shut down. Those

don't remember you too fondly, either.

All right, so I fought that Lucinda Farmer with her only suspect.

What's the matter?

Amanda,

move over.

I

know

that woman.

Yeah, she's the director of The Unrestless. No, the other woman.

Beverly, what's her name? Yes, I've seen her before.

Where? At the studio.

When I was looking for that Vicki person to give her her script.

I opened the dressing room door and I saw this Beverly lady

in an embrace with a man. And at the time I was so embarrassed because I had

intruded on this very intimate moment.

But it occurred to me that she seemed terribly lifeless.

What do you mean?

Well, at first I thought that she was just relaxed.

But I noticed, like, her neck and her arm were... were so limp.

And it was after I saw them that they made the first attempt on my life.

Did the men see you?

Yes. What did he look like?

Um... He had a mustache.

He was big.

And, I don't know, an athletic build.

Amanda, you know, you may have just described a murderer.

You know, before you got there, Mrs. Marlin could have already been dead.

Yeah, not from any heart attack.

The question is, who is he?

Oh, God.

She's back.

Don't worry.

My acting days are over.

If only Laurence Olivier were alive to hear that.

Your sister just died.

You don't seem too broken up. We weren't close.

The newscast said she was a socialite. A socialite? She was a hairdresser with

money. Worked in television.

Sitcoms, mostly.

Where'd the money come from?

Did you know her?

No. Why are you asking all these questions?

I saw her once.

Briefly. Well, I don't want to talk about her.

She's dead and gone.

And good riddance.

You know, she may have been murdered.

What are you talking about?

She had a heart attack.

We think she was here the day she died.

Amanda saw her in her dressing room.

And she may have already been dead.

May we?

Oh, please.

Lois, tell us a little bit about your sister.

Well, like I said, she was a hairdresser.

She married some stunt guy. Everything was pretty much routine.

Until he died doing a car chase for some big movie.

Beverly sued the studio.

Only her lawyer, now.

He was a sharpie.

He sued the automobile company, too.

Claimed the car had built -in defects and that it was structurally unsafe no

matter how you drove it. The car company settled?

Lickety split.

Suddenly, Beverly was worth millions.

Instant socialite.

You wouldn't be a little jealous there, would you?

A couple of months ago, our father got sick.

There were operations specialists, around -the -clock nurses.

With all her money, she didn't even kick in a dime. She said she was broke. Some

guy took her to the cleaners.

I had to hawk everything I owned.

This guy, who was he?

I don't know. She wouldn't say.

What happened to him?

I heard she was going to dump him.

But just like Beverly, a little too late.

Lois, would you take a little drive with us?

Where?

I don't understand, Dr. Sloan.

The police were here. They didn't find anything wrong.

Well, they weren't looking for the same thing we are. What's that?

The murderer.

Well, the bedroom's upstairs.

Who did your sister keep her valuables? Oh, over here.

Oh, you have the combination?

No. Jack, you want to do your stuff over here? My pleasure.

Oh, but I know where to find it.

Beverly, she wasn't very original.

Look at this.

Prescribed for depression.

Got it.

Oh. It was open.

Dr.

Plunk? Thank you.

Well, that's odd.

What? Almost all her jewelry is missing.

Well, maybe she put it in a safe deposit box.

No. She liked to keep her things around.

Maybe she was selling it off.

There are large deposits here every few weeks. But then the bank balance itself

is down to almost nothing.

Everything that came in went right back out again.

To a, uh, Starbright Attractions?

That snake.

Who? Vincent Neal.

He's Star Bright Attractions. He calls himself a promoter. Everything he

touches, though, loses money, but he manages to walk away with pockets full

cash. What does he look like?

Well, he's, um, about six foot, 180 pounds, dark hair, black mustache. He's

intense. He sounds exactly like the person I saw with your sister.

No wonder she didn't want me to know who she was seeing.

So, Neil, we had a large amount of money out of your sister.

Probably under the guise of investing in his promotions.

And once she figured that she was being taken, she decided to expose him.

So he intercepted her on her way to see you, killed her, brought her back here.

Now all we got to do is find the guy.

Maybe he found us.

Is this what you're looking for?

Hey.

That's what I call teamwork.

I

don't

believe you guys.

You know, you could have been killed.

Well, we didn't know we were going to find anything or not. We didn't want to

waste your time. And Neil just burst in before we had a chance to call you.

Yeah, it was his fault.

Well, no harm done.

This time.

I just want to go back to the hospital.

All right, go on. I want to get out of here. All right.

Will you two go on and get out of here before I change my mind?

Milton Gatz?

I'm Dr. Milton Gatz.

I represent the company that cures the actors.

Damn, I told my students to call only if it was an emergency.

Dr. Amanda Bentley, Community General Hospital.

Yeah, I need a signature on a death certificate.

Beverly Moreland.

Yesterday afternoon.

Yes, of course, I'll wait. Hurry.

You signed that death certificate.

I was Mrs. Moreland's personal physician.

I received a call yesterday afternoon from Mrs. Moreland.

An emergency call. She was complaining of chest pains. I rushed over to her

house, but she was already dead.

Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?

She couldn't have called you.

Because I'd just seen her in the dressing room at the studio.

A bit of a bump.

You and Vince and Neil were in this together.

He had a rather large insurance policy on her. All he needed was the cause of

death that no one would question.

Neil made his one call from the police station to me.

He said you had found a bottle of pills, but you didn't realize their

significance.

Until now.

Did you get a part on ER, too?

Okay, okay, settle down, everybody. I think I'm on at the beginning.

Good.

Norman, enjoy your lunch.

Was that you?

Hard to tell.

Went so fast.

Twelve hours on the vet for that?

Well, I thought it was wonderful.

Great presence.

Oh, there she is. Who?

The girl who looks like Amanda.

Her?

A little bit.

Oh, she doesn't look anything like me.