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Hello, Noah.

Hello and welcome after four months on tour.

Well, you surprised me.

You usually sneak into Anita's room before I get to see you.

She's always glad to see me.

I'm lucky I didn't give her the night off.

Tara, listen for once.

Remember you told me I was playing Russian roulette with all those

And that one of these nights I'll spin and the chamber will come up aged?

Is that what happened?

Is that why you're here?

You give a damn?

Why do you think I'm still around?

HIV negative.

You must be very relieved.

This is the first time you've tested?

Why now?

I realized that I didn't stand a chance with you unless I did.

Chance for what?

A family.

A life.

Timing was always terrific on stage, you know.

What do you mean?

I'm pregnant.

Who's is it?

Who's the father?

It doesn't matter.

You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Join me. Stop it.

How good of you to come.

We're in my office, Norman.

Yes.

Merely a figure of speech.

May I present Dr.

Max Frye, one of the city's leading psychiatrists. Dr. Frye, it's a

Doctor, I have a little overbooked today.

What can I do for you?

Well, I'd like a man who can cut through the ritual and give right to the point.

Instant rapport.

Excellent. I'll leave you two to hash over the problem.

Let me know how it goes.

Doctor. I have this woman patient.

Severe marital problems. Husband is world famous. A rock star.

Unfortunately, to paraphrase Will Rogers, he's never met a groupie he

love.

Last night he threatened his wife.

She's afraid that he might harm her unborn child.

Have you heard her physically?

No. Well, then why come to me? It sounds more like a matter for the police.

I'm not convinced that she's pregnant.

How far along does she claim to be?

Six, seven weeks.

Well, with our standard test to determine pregnancy, I'll put you in

the top OBGYN.

Doctor, my patient refuses to take those tests.

Claims they might impair the fetus. That's why I need someone with

credentials to convince her that they're safe.

That's also why Norman Briggs brought me to you.

Doctor, there's something lurking just under the surface of this conversation.

You want to dig it up?

My patient tells me she hasn't slept with a man in over two years, and I

her.

How does she account for the pregnancy?

She believes she's been overwhelmed by an alien.

Overwhelmed? Yes, sexually.

By an alien?

And not the kind that carries a green card.

You mean... From outer space, yes.

Dr. Mark Perlman, the jury.

Where's Mr. Sampson?

Upstairs. He's not feeling well today.

We don't need you anymore, Troy!

Get out, or I'll throw you out.

You know, you really need to examine the root causes of your violent tendencies,

and they can get you into a lot of trouble.

What do you suggest?

I pay you $200 for 45 minutes, five days a week, just like I do for Tara. I'm

afraid you'd have to find another therapist.

I can recommend some first -rate people if you're interested.

You're a quack, Fry.

Turning Tara against me.

Filling her head with all that junk.

Well, the gravy train stopped running. Find yourself another annuity.

What is this, Hotel California?

What the hell are you doing here?

I waited for you last night.

What do you think you're playing at, Christy, coming to my house?

Thinking you were going to make a scene?

Embarrass me in front of my wife? No, I needed to see you.

You haven't got the message, have you?

You were fun while you lasted.

Now you're over. No, don't say that. I mean, I love you. You said that you

me. Get away from me!

Hey, take it easy.

I've got rehearsal.

Any of you here, when I get back, I'll have you arrested for trespassing.

Is it all right?

He said he loved me. I spent the whole tour with him and he said that he loved

me. Anita, get Miss... Rowan.

Christy Rowan. Get Miss Rowan some water.

I think he's dangerous. I don't think Mrs. Sampson should be allowed to stay

the house.

Did your husband always have that violent streak, Mrs. Sampson?

Not at first.

I don't know. It all happened so fast for him.

One minute he had this...

A little local group in the next few is on the cover of Rolling Stone and

filling 15 ,000 -seat auditoriums.

I guess the only way he could cope with it was by smashing things.

Including you.

I have the lab results.

I'd like to be the first to congratulate you.

You're pregnant.

I know.

We'll run a sonogram just to make sure.

You want the baby?

Well, I don't believe in abortion, if that's what you're asking.

The father, he want it?

Well, that was the purpose of his visit.

He, uh... Or should I say they want a human child.

Do you mind if Dr.

Mender hears this?

I know what you're thinking, Doctor.

That I'm mad as a hatter, crazy as a loon.

Ready for a padded cell and shock therapy.

But the fact is, it happened. I had no control over it.

You were overwhelmed.

Exactly. Now, this visitor told you that they wanted a human child. Is that

right?

Told you in English?

It wasn't really talk.

He just communicated. I just felt what he was telling me.

Did he communicate anything else at all?

Yes.

He said that if Noble ever tried to hurt this child, he would kill him.

Look, I didn't know you liked this kind of music. He doesn't.

You like being trampled to death or something?

No. Mrs. Sanford's going to tell her husband about the child's father after

concert. I don't want to be alone.

And she does.

This looks like it.

Yeah. I mean...

Wrong color.

Waldo, I mean, you know me.

I only know tickets.

Noble gave me the ticket, and I lost it somewhere.

Could you just tell him I'm here, please?

Come on, Waldo, let her in. She's number 2006 and still counting.

Thank you, baseline.

No problem.

You are the man.

Hey, better not let Noble hear you say that.

No point starting that.

Why? What did I do wrong?

You found out where I lived.

You know that you cannot resist me.

That's it, Noble. I quit.

Come back later.

No.

She was just leaving.

Look, I may be gone, though, but I'm not going to be forgotten.

Tonight's my last gig.

Is it about your wife?

She's just a kid. She worshipped you.

It's like taking candy from a baby.

Well, this Candy couldn't wait to tear off her wrapper.

I gotta quit, because I can't stand looking at you.

You and I have a contract.

Three years, Willie.

Airtight.

Why do you think I spend thousands and thousands on lawyers?

You screw around with me, you won't be allowed to play with a high school band.

You ruined my marriage.

Well, don't blame me for your inadequacies.

That's it, huh? You take what you want.

You just stalled away after that. I did that for you.

I figured you wanted her back.

I didn't want her.

Are you going to let a dull little girl ruin your career?

It's showtime, Nob.

Come on, Willie.

It's time to make magic.

I know, man.

Come on, get up. Quit kidding around.

Is there a doctor in the house?

You say you could hear what Mrs. Sampson and her husband were arguing about?

Yeah, it was something about a baby.

Practically, when was that?

It was right before Nob came out on stage here.

Hey, Lieutenant, can you come here, please? I'm going to need your statement

first thing in the morning.

Could you usually hear the conversations from the Sampson dressing room?

Nob, yeah, he was a screamer.

I get the impression you didn't like him.

I respected him as an artist, you know, as one myself, but I think artists are

entitled.

It's a fascinating business you're in.

Jack?

Jack? Oh,

it's very nice seeing you. Come on.

Long conversation.

Anything interesting?

Could be.

Got her phone number.

Silly me in here. I thought he was trying to find the murderer.

Oh, um, she told me that she saw a groupie named...

Christy Rowan was flying out of Samson's dressing room right before the show

started.

I wonder if it was before or after Samson and his wife had that argument

the baby.

I thought she was going to tell him after the concert. Maybe she couldn't

to share the news of her bundle of joy from outer space.

All right, that's it, gang.

Let's wrap it up for tonight.

So, what's the grin for?

Oh, sometimes I love this business.

By 2 o 'clock tomorrow, I will be sitting around the pool in Palm Springs

Cynthia. You're going to call it a suicide, eh?

I just got a statement from Mrs. Sampson's maid.

She said she heard Mrs. Sampson threatened to kill her husband last

That coupled with the argument that Willie heard backstage and the fact that

stands to inherit an estate in excess of 30 mil, I'd say we've got our murderer.

What does Mrs. Sampson say?

Oh, that's the best part.

She claims that the baby's father did it. The father? To protect the baby.

An alien impregnated me and then killed my husband.

Sounds like she's going for an insanity plea. What do you think?

She does a couple of years in a country club institution and walks out a very

rich woman.

Only she slipped on a banana peel.

She agreed to take a polygraph test.

Just wait till they ask her, did an alien impregnate you?

And then, did you kill your husband?

That needle will jump right off the paper.

Well, polygraph isn't invisible, is it?

Yeah, but when a suspect flunks one, they're usually rattled enough to start

talking deal.

I mean, the D .A. may come down to second degree or even manslaughter.

Either way, that lady's going to need time.

Perfume, huh?

Who's the lucky girl?

Cynthia.

Steve didn't have time to pick it up.

I thought he'd be in Palm Springs by now.

Yeah, and I thought I'd take center field to the Inc. Hi.

Mrs. Hanson Folligrath? Yeah, not a blip, not a squiggle, not even a sharp

curve. You mean she's telling the truth?

According to this, she is. You see, people have beaten lie detectors before,

huh? Yeah, but there goes my bargaining chip.

Not to mention my weekend with Cynthia.

Well, you know, maybe, maybe I can help.

How?

I, uh, I got the weekend off.

She's not your type, Jack. If she has the pulse, she's definitely Jack's type.

Oh, you're funny broad.

Anyway, where there's a mommy, there's a daddy. And this guy didn't fly in on a

Jupiter Express.

Sooner or later, she'll lead me to him.

You think the daddy killed Samson?

30 million will buy a hell of a nursery.

Feel free to fold that into a paper airplane, Jack.

Still love your job there, Steve Reno?

Passionately. There you go.

Don't lose that.

Amanda.

Oh, thank you.

So what's this supposed to tell us? That Tara Samson is a consummate liar or

truly disturbed?

We know that Christy Rowan was in the dressing room right before Samson was

stabbed. What about the band?

How do we know how the band feels about their noble leader?

You know, I'm looking for an excuse to talk to that chick that plays the

keyboard. I'll check in on Christy.

You know, a groupie's scorn can be a dangerous thing.

How would you know?

Jackie, babe, you're looking at the new Metallica mama.

Metallica this.

Excuse me.

Hey, we're going to be rehearsing here, all right? Yeah, I know. I just want to

talk to you for a minute, all right?

You were here yesterday, right? You're a reporter.

No, I'm one of the doctors who examined Noble.

I got to tell you, I'm very surprised that you stooped together after what

happened.

I had another tour lined up, heavy losses if we bailed. The promoter said,

for it.

With me, front and the group.

Nice move.

You want to come again?

Noble dies, and you go from the back of the bus right to the driver's seat.

I'm an artist with these skins.

Guys, we all voted.

How do you mind if I, uh... Help yourself.

It's hot.

Thank you.

Where'd you learn to play like Teddy Wilkins?

My old man had a stack of his records.

Played those old 78s so much I wore them out.

Paid my way through college. Man, I love that period.

The 40s? Yep.

Say, go back to it.

Hey, what was that fight about?

What fight?

The one you had with Samson. Who told you we had a fight?

Am I wrong?

Slime couldn't keep his jeans button for nobody, even my wife.

So I told him I wasn't going to stand around like some dumb potato farmer

he plowed my field. I was moving on, getting another gig. What stopped you?

Somebody pulled his plug.

Lucky me, huh?

Still with your old lady?

Like hell.

At first I felt sorry for being used like that, then I wiped up.

Hey, thanks for letting me play.

No problem.

Hey!

What made you so sure me and Nova had a fight?

I never knew a drummer who didn't tangle with his leader about something.

Figured you were no different.

How'd you find me?

You know, anyone hanging out with Noble Samson is going to be, what, famous.

Really?

Yeah, I figured after he checked out, he'd want to split, go home.

I kind of need a place to hang for a while.

You're half right. I'm splitting, but I ain't going home.

So come on, out with it. What was it like dealing with the Noble one?

It was great.

Until we landed here, and then he couldn't wait to bag on me. Bigot, I

exactly what you mean. See, you and me, we need to have a union.

Because we give those men some of the best months of our lives, and they throw

us out like we're some empty beer bottle or half -eaten buffalo wing. They even

get our frequent flyer mileage.

Well, I've been saved.

Hallelujah.

No, not by the Lord.

By Willie.

He's the drummer in Noble's band.

And I'm moving in with them. You can always say hi.

Girls gotta look out for a future.

In certain circles, I'm already considered over the hill.

So, who do you think used Noble's bag in the dartboard?

Take a number.

You holding me?

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, you know, the doorman said you were with him right before he died.

Why are you talking to the doorman about me?

Well, how else was I supposed to find you?

Who are you?

I'm just a girl that can't say no to good music.

My new clinic.

Very, very impressive.

Just signed the papers to a non -profit foundation to run it.

Hoping to break ground early next year.

Nice.

Dr. Fry, have you seen Tara Sampson since her husband's murder?

Oh, I took her home after the police questioned her.

I didn't see you.

You made me wait in the auditorium with the rest of the audience.

You know, I thought you were going to tell her husband the pregnancy test was

positive after the concert.

Yeah, so did I. That's why I went with her, moral support.

What happened?

Suddenly she jumped up.

Said she had to do it right away.

I tried to stop her, but I didn't have one of those damn passes, so they

wouldn't let me back at age.

What did you do?

I went back to my seat like an ineffectual fool, and I waited for her.

She joined me just before the curtain went up.

Did you know she took a polygraph test?

I advised her against that.

Well, an admissible. It can still be damaging.

She passed.

And they say psychiatry is an imprecise science.

Did she ever say anything about any...

violent intentions toward her husband. You know as well as I do that it's a

doctor -patient privilege.

She is a suspect in her husband's murder.

The police lieutenant in charge of the re -investigation thinks she's the only

suspect.

But I tell you, he doesn't leave this office for obvious reasons.

She came to me two years ago.

who's depressed, barely able to function, depending on an assortment of

and 100 -proof vodka.

She's married to a man who spent nine months of the year out on the road

sampling every illicit delight that came his way.

Under pain of sounding immodest, I worked wonders with her.

I weaned her off the pills, got her interested in life again, until she

discovered that her husband was having an affair with their maid right under

their own roof.

You can imagine the shock.

Doctor, her desire to be rid of her husband was so, so strong, so

Her subconscious invented the alien.

He was the one who killed Noble Samson. Her hands are clean.

But she is pregnant.

You said she hadn't had sex in over two years.

Doctor, the mind often rules the body.

You're saying it's an hysterical pregnancy.

Only time will... tell us that right now my problem is more immediate

you see if i exercise this alien and she has

to face what she did it could push her over the edge and we might never get her

back well if tara sampson killed her husband she'll have to pay for it one

way or another

Daddy. That is a plate through the DMV.

Name is Johnny Mislavsky.

You think they're lovers?

There was no brother -sister kiss.

Calls himself Johnny M.

He sold a couple of songs to the band.

The scuttlebutt has it that Noble put his name on them. When one of them went

platinum, Johnny M. went ballistic.

Well, that's certainly a motive.

Was he at that concert?

Nobody remembers seeing him there.

But if he is the father, at least we can send this alien back to the twilight

zone where it belongs.

Did you talk to Mr. Sampson's psychiatrist?

Yes, I did.

What did he say?

Well, it's not that simple. There's this doctor -client privilege.

He knows something about the murder, doesn't he?

Sorry. Oh, come on, Dad. You know I can use a court order to open up the file.

What grounds?

If she told him she was going to kill her husband, it's his duty, his legal

to report it.

Okay, and I did not betray any professional competences.

I know.

I'm a hell of a cop.

Jackpot.

Willie, the drummer, and Christy, the groupie, are now an item.

One of the musicians told me that they saw them in Samson's dressing room

together the night he died.

And both failed to mention that.

Now, with Samson out of the way, guess what?

Willie takes over the band. And Christy doesn't have to worry about sleeping in

doorways anymore.

Two more solid suspects.

Worth investigating, isn't it?

My money's where it's always been.

To Widow Sampson.

Hold off on the court a little while.

I'm sorry, Dad. I can't.

Mrs. Sampson, please.

Is she expecting you?

I know.

I'll see if she's available.

I'd like to speak to you first.

Anita, isn't it? Yes.

What about?

How long have you worked with Sampson?

Almost three years.

You been happy here?

I'm a maid, Dr. Sloan. I clean up after people.

If dirty dishes and piles of laundry bring happiness, then I'm ecstatic.

Well, from what I understand, your job consisted of just a little more than

that, especially when Mrs. Sampson was alive.

Would you like something?

Coffee? Iced tea?

When did you expect to get from the affair?

Weekends off.

Did you fantasize that maybe you might be the next Mrs. Noble Sampson?

And when you realized that that was not going to happen, you got angry?

Angry enough to kill him?

He was the one who came scratching at my door after she was asleep.

He was the one who begged to be with me because I gave him something none of the

others gave him.

Indifference. I didn't care how famous he was, how much money he had, how many

women he'd slept with.

He was like a guilty little boy, ashamed of what he had because he felt he

didn't deserve it.

And I agreed with him.

That's why he kept coming back.

Where were you the night he died?

Where I always am, in my room.

Alone.

Anita, I'll be going out for a while.

Dr. Sloan.

Yes, I was hoping to speak to you.

Now? I have some news.

Go ahead.

I'll be in my room.

Alone.

You passed the polygraph test.

Are you surprised?

Not anymore.

Be careful, Doctor. They'll be calling you crazy next.

Mrs. Sampson. Tara.

After all those tests you put me through, I feel a little funny standing

ceremony. Can I get you something?

No, thank you.

You know, what made you decide to tell Noble about the baby's father before the

concert? You told me you were going to wait till afterwards so you wouldn't

spoil his performance.

Dr. Fry suggested that I get it over with.

Dr. Fry?

He saw how agitated I was.

And he didn't think I'd be able to make it through the next few hours.

Did he go backstage with you?

No, he didn't have a path.

So I sent him back to his seat and told him I'd be all right.

Oh, thank you.

Tara, did you see the baby's father backstage?

No.

But I felt his presence.

And you still insist he killed your husband?

I warned you he would. Yeah, bet you did.

But why would an extraterrestrial, somebody who is so sophisticated they

through space, use a kitchen knife. Why don't you have a kitchen knife?

You'll have to ask him that.

Your husband's unfaithfulness is pretty well known.

Did you ever get the desire to get even with him, pay him back by having an

affair yourself?

Never.

So you weren't seeing anyone at all while your husband was on tour?

No.

Poor Johnny Waslowski's figment of someone's imagination.

You know about Johnny?

So do the police.

We, uh... We were everything to each other.

Johnny and I.

Everything but lovers.

I couldn't.

As much as I wanted to give myself to him, I couldn't, not as long as I was

married to Noble.

But if Noble were out of the way... Thank you for stopping by, Doctor.

Thank you for stopping by, Mr.

Maslovsky.

You know, I've never been in a police station before.

Well, it's just a drafty building with bad plumbing.

Sit down.

Mr. Maslovsky, you have the right to remain silent.

What? Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. What

are you talking about? You also have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford one, one will be provided for you. What is this all

You know a woman named Tara Samson? Yes. Did you know Noble Samson? Yes, I sold

him some songs that I composed.

Did Tara kill Noble Samson?

What? Would you like to make a statement regarding your relationship with Tara

Samson?

Congratulations, you've made the front page.

I did?

You, Jack, and Amanda standing over the body of Noble Sampson.

You want me to cut it out and start a scrapbook?

It's a little morbid, don't you think, Lois?

Well, you don't have a shot of the three of you at a murder scene.

You treacherous weasel.

Should I call security?

No, it's all right.

What kind of professional are you?

I tell you something in confidence and you run straight to the lieutenant in

charge of the investigation, who just happens to be your son.

I didn't tell Steve anything.

You told him enough for him to request a court order to open my files on Tara's

sentence.

Did she tell you she wanted to kill her husband?

That is privileged information.

You're the only one who knows whether that woman is truly disturbed or a cold

-blooded killer.

I have to protect my patient as her psychiatrist.

I'm having her committed to a private sanitarium where you and your cop son

can't get at her. Does she agree to that?

She doesn't have to. I've been appointed her conservator.

Dr. Fry, is this your way of protecting a patient or a murderer?

I'm not crazy, and I don't want to go to any sanitarium. Well, it's either that

or a jail cell.

What do you mean? Steve is trying to get a warrant for your arrest.

What for? I passed the polygraph test. I didn't murder Noble.

And neither did an alien.

In your sessions with Dr. Fry, did you ever threaten to kill your husband?

No.

Did you ever say you wished you were dead?

No. Well, you obviously didn't love him anymore.

What were you going to do? Stay with Noble and continue this platonic

relationship with Johnny Maslowski?

It was platonic.

You know, there are blood tests to determine the father's identity. You

Johnny will take one of those?

Yes.

I was going to divorce Noble and marry Johnny.

But when I became pregnant, I didn't know what to do.

Now you're telling me that my baby's going to be born in prison or in a

cell?

It's going to be all right. I'm not going to let them put you away.

Where's Lieutenant Sloan?

His office said he'd be here. He hasn't arrived yet.

What do you want with Lieutenant Sloan?

I'm going to confess.

Johnny, no!

I killed Noble.

How?

With a knife I took from this house.

Why are you saying that?

How did you get backstage?

What kind of question is that?

There was a guard on the door. How did you get past him?

I had a backstage pass.

What color was it?

What? The path. What color was it?

Green.

The path that night were orange.

You know, Johnny, if you are the killer, you're a pretty clever one. That phony

confession might just throw people off track.

Well, I'd be willing to repeat it, this time with the right color.

He wasn't anywhere near the theater that night.

He was in his apartment waiting for me.

Anyone see you there?

No.

Because I was backstage.

Handing Noble where he belonged.

Straight to hell.

Johnny, why are you saying this?

It's not helping anyone, least of all me.

If they sent you to jail, I wouldn't want to live.

You're a colleague, Dr. Fry, getting

clouted out of town.

He argued that Vincent Sampson was incompetent to stand trial at this time,

a judge bought it.

You still want to confess, Mr. Maslowski?

No. He doesn't.

I was able to get a copy of Noble Sampson's will.

You wind up with the bulk of the estate, but you did make one interesting

bequest.

On page 10, paragraph 7, subsection E.

And to prove my songs will live long after I'm gone, I leave all royalties

my composition to Anita Henry.

Well, congratulations, Anita.

Your psychology worked?

I didn't realize that you were practicing psychology with Noble.

She played on his insecurities, on his deep feeling that he really didn't

deserve his success.

She made him desperate to prove his worth. And now when you cash in all

royalty checks, I guess he'll prove it over again, won't he?

Those royalties are worth millions.

Well, would this be an inappropriate time to give my notice?

Where were you the night Noble Sampson was murdered?

In my room, watching Leave It to Beaver rerun.

Show me.

Sure. You can help me pack.

Miss Simpson, did you have a will?

Yes, I left everything to Noble.

And if he pre -assists you?

Various foundations and charities.

Do you have a copy of it here?

Yeah, in the office.

Yeah, see it?

I don't understand.

Why?

Well, it may scratch a little itch over there.

Look what I found.

In the happy housekeeper's room. So I was backstage, so what?

Why'd you lie, Anita?

Noble was killed backstage.

I inherited millions. If I hadn't lied, I would have been the obvious suspect.

But I didn't kill him.

Convince me downtown.

Thank God it's over.

Not quite.

You still may be committed.

Okay, everybody, would you take your places, please?

You all know where you belong.

Nita, where are you?

Okay, Steve, why don't you sit where I was?

And Johnny,

since you weren't officially here, sit on the other side of Amanda where Jack

was.

And Dr. Fry, you were in your seat waiting for Mrs. Sampson to come back.

And, Jack, you are Noble Sampson. Always wanted to be a rock and roller.

Can I use this guitar?

Oh, yeah, go ahead.

Enjoy.

Now, you were backstage in the dressing room, you and Tara having a heated

argument about her child.

Great, we narrowed it down to three people who could have stabbed him.

Okay, argument's over, and you come out, and you walk right out to, uh...

Dead center stage.

He'll choose expression.

Wrong. Uh, excuse me?

That's not what he did.

How do you know?

I was watching him.

Oh. Okay. We're going to take it from the top.

Show business expression.

Now, you tell us what Noble did.

Uh, he, um, he walked past Christy and

then stopped.

Why?

I saw somebody.

Where?

Over there.

What was Noble's reaction to that?

Surprise. Happy surprise?

No.

Angry surprise?

Yeah, you got it.

So what did he do then?

He walked behind the flat over there.

No, no, no, no, not that one. The one down stage of it.

Could you see who was behind that flat?

No.

Well, there were only two people here whose presence would have angered Noble

Sampson. Dr. Fry and Johnny Maslowski.

Dr. Fry, would you take your place on stage, please?

Uh, you, uh, you forget.

I couldn't get back there. I didn't have a pass.

Oh, yes, you did, Doctor.

When Noble knocked the purse out of Christy's hand, and you so kindly picked

the fallen items, you palmed her pass.

That's why I couldn't find it.

The knife was easy to get. You were a regular presence in that house.

That's a charming scenario, Dr. Sloan.

But isn't...

Motive usually required.

What's the name of your foundation, doctor? The one that's going to break

for your clinic next year?

Serendipity.

Serendipity?

You never told me that was the name of your foundation.

You said that he was going to use the money to investigate alien visitations

prove that they really happened.

You took a very unhappy and disturbed woman whose mind was clouded with

with pills.

And you used her.

You didn't try to cure those delusions. You used them. You encouraged them.

To the point where she trusted only you.

Trusted you enough to leave almost everything she had to you.

Before you can get your hands on it, you had to get rid of Noble.

It's a fanciful theory, gentlemen.

But without proof, that's all it is.

And if you repeat it, I'll sue you for slander.

Take a look at the picture on the front page of this paper.

Jack, Amanda, and me standing over the body of Noble Simpson.

If you look closely, you see someone standing in the background there.

Someone who looks very much like you, Doctor.

Sure, when the police lab blows it up, we'll have a positive ID.

What did he say, Doc? Want to do a little singing?

We got the backup for you.

I'm hungry.

Chomping down that chocolate cake, huh? Hello, Stan.

Hey, Mark.

I took a sonogram of Tara's baby.

How's it look?

I have a sonogram.

I don't have a baby.

Uh -oh.

Well, the tests were wrong.

That's not the first time that's happened.

Of course, Tara believed that the aliens decided that humans weren't ready for

the experiment and removed the victory.

That woman needs a lot of help. Well, we're getting it for her.