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So, how'd you like it?

Dad?

How'd you like dinner?

It's okay.

Fine.

You know, it's Mom's lasagna recipe.

Do you remember when she used to make it? I didn't care about your mother's

lasagna recipe when I was married to her.

I could care less about it now.

You know, Dad, things really do have a way of working themselves out.

And when Rebecca died, I

never thought I'd get over it.

But I did.

Why can't you?

I told you never to talk about your sister or the accident.

That is something you never get over.

I'm going to bed.

Okay, you go home now.

Are you going to work on your book?

I don't know, Ashley. I'm tired.

Well, I'll just finish cleaning up in here and then I'll be in with you.

Medicaid. Don't worry, Daddy.

Things work out.

Not everything works itself out.

I only meant... I know what you meant.

You're wrong.

Taking so long.

I'm just cleaning the lasagna pan.

Give the pan to me and we'll get it in the morning.

Ashley! I'm coming!

Sorry it took me so long.

Don't you feel better

Go on. Go on. Go on.

Nighty -night, Daddy.

Was you me?

I'm Dr. Sloan. I got your note to meet you down here.

I really appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule for me.

But when I saw the improvement in Dr. Morgan after studying Tai Chi... I'm

sorry, were you...

Uh,

should I go... You need to relax, Dr.

Sloan. Study a Tai Chi will help you with that. It puts your mind at one with

your body, with more focus, energy, and flexibility.

That's it. That's exactly what I want.

Then we shall begin.

Great. Back here.

Okay.

First, step on your horse.

Loose.

Relax.

Grab the earth with your bubbling well.

Hi, Dad.

Sorry to interrupt.

Oh, that's all right. We're just getting started anyway.

June Lee, this is my son.

Nice to meet you.

Listen, I got a body just up the beach. Are you interested?

What does it look like?

Maybe a drug overdose.

Well, you're perfect.

Oh, no, no.

He's a homicide detective. I do occasional consulting work at the police

department.

Initial report said suicide, but I could use an expert opinion.

Oh, okay.

Look, I'm really sorry, but I better go.

Fine. I'll see you Monday.

Monday's good. Thank you, June Lee.

So, uh, how do you like this Tai Chi?

So far, I've learned you have to shut up.

Some place.

Having money doesn't guarantee you won't have trouble.

The maid called it in this morning. She arrived at 8 and started cleaning. When

she went to vacuum the bedroom, she found him.

What a way to start the day.

Preliminary coroner's report says death by overdose.

Depresine. What is it?

A painkiller used for things like neuralgia.

Could kill you?

Could if you took enough of it.

Well, I guess it looks like a suicide then, pending the final report.

I think I'll poke around a little bit.

I'm going to need a less than an extra can.

Okay.

And how long have you been working for, Mr. York?

I've been with Maid for two years.

Miss?

I'm Dr. Sloan.

I'm very sorry to hear about what happened last night.

You all right?

Yes. Can I get you anything?

No, thanks.

Oh, boy, does that coffee smell good.

Are you through in here?

I'm just wondering if it's okay if I pour a cup of coffee.

Knock yourself out.

I haven't even had my morning cup of coffee yet.

That's a bad habit.

I hate to say it, I can't even get moving like that.

Oh, that's delicious.

What kind of beans are you using?

I didn't make it.

Really?

Find something?

I think I may have found Arthur York's motive for suicide.

Oh? Well, by the looks of his medication regime, the poor man was suffering

everything from depression to degenerative bone disease.

Probably in a lot of pain.

Guess he'd had enough, huh?

Yeah, apparently.

Excuse me.

Did you happen to make this cup of coffee? I'm a cop, not a waitress.

Well, I didn't mean... I'm sorry.

What is it with you and the coffee?

Well, I'm just a little curious as to how that pot of coffee got made. It

make itself a timer.

Welcome to the 90s, Dad.

Look, I gotta get going. I gotta notify the next of kin.

Okay. Can I go with you?

You'll be my guest.

I'll buy you a donut to go with your coffee.

Timer, of course.

Set for 7 .30.

Why would he do that?

Well, think about it for a minute. Why would a man set the timer for a pot of

morning coffee if he was going to kill himself the night before?

Habit?

Well, maybe.

How about this?

He makes the coffee, sets the timer, watches a little TV, gets depressed, and

swallows a handful of pills.

What do you suppose he was watching?

Mrs. York, Dr.

Elaine York?

That's right.

Have we met?

No, we haven't, but I feel like we have. I'm Dr. Mark Sloan. I think I have

every book you ever wrote on my shelf.

Thank you.

But why do I get the feeling this isn't a social call?

Dr. York, I'm Lieutenant Sloan.

May we come in?

Of course.

What can I do for you, Lieutenant?

I'm afraid I have some bad news, ma 'am.

Your ex -husband was found dead this morning.

How?

Well, it appears to be a suicide.

He ingested a lethal dose of Deprazine.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Ashley, honey, your father was a very sick man.

That can't be. I was with him last night.

Look, I know this is difficult, but we have to ask you and your mom a few

questions, okay?

Remember about what time you left last night?

It was, like, ten.

But I would have stayed if I thought... Dr. York, did your husband have any

enemies at all?

Not that I know of. Why?

Well, officially, we can't close the case until we rule out any other

possibilities.

I thought you said it was suicide.

Well, there's a few.

Unanswered questions, yes.

Such as?

Yeah, such as?

He didn't leave a suicide note.

Is that unusual?

Well, no, not exactly.

About 60 to 70 percent of suicides do leave some kind of message.

Did your husband ever attempt suicide before?

No.

I think that'll be enough for now.

We'll show ourselves out. Thank you.

Hey, postcard from the new hubby? No, it's from Jack.

Jack who?

Jack Stewart. After his residency here, he set up his own private practice.

You mean he actually left beautiful community general?

Well, actually, he bought a house in an aspen grove outside of Vail. He works

three days a week, and he's dating the entire Swedish women's ski team.

Wow, I like this guy. Hey, let me ask you. Have you seen Dr. Sloan? Actually,

left after he took a look at this.

What is that?

This is the York's pathology report.

Can I take a peek? Yeah, sure.

Mark was right. He OD'd on deprazine.

Wow.

150 milligram.

What's with this proxaline? Or is that xylotax? He was on a lot of medication.

No, no, no, no, no. This is really weird.

What's weird?

Well, why would you take all of your other medications if you were just going

be taking a long dirt nap?

Now you're starting to think like Mark. As a matter of fact, he had the very

same conclusion about an hour ago.

So then we got a murder, right? I mean, we should get on this. I mean, we should

compare noses. We should get on this.

Amanda, we got a case. And I'm late for my prenatal class.

Hey, are you okay?

Well, considering that I've been throwing up for the past three weeks,

feeling remarkably well, thank you. I'm sorry that your husband can't be here to

share in that fun.

Not to worry. When he gets back from his tour, there'll be plenty of time to

share in lots of fun. Toodle -oo.

That's going to make those flybys over Bosnia a piece of cake.

wheels turning.

Well, don't you think it's odd? I mean, about the fingerprints.

Coffee on a timer.

No suicide note.

You're thinking murder, aren't you? Well, I can't help it. Nothing adds up

Hello?

Yeah, this is he.

Ashley?

Yes. Yes, I can be right there.

What's she want? I don't know, but I'm not waiting around to find out.

I'll see you in a few minutes. I'll be in the office right along, okay?

All right, bye.

Excuse me, sir.

It's being shown by appointment only.

Oh, I'm not looking for a house. I already have one down the beach.

Oh, is there anything I can help you with? Oh, no, I just wanted to see the

daughter of the deceased.

Isn't this a little bit fast? The body's barely cold.

This is one of my biggest money makers.

Oh, really? What do you get for it?

$25 ,000 a month.

Is that what Arthur was paying?

Checks came from the management company like clockwork.

Management company?

Oh.

May I, uh... Certainly.

Thank you.

Hi, Dr. Sloan. Thanks for coming. No problem. What's up?

Well, I was thinking about what you said about a suicide note.

And, well...

My dad had been picking away at his laptop all night, so... I found it in

printer tray in the den.

My dearest loved ones, believe me, the last thing in the world I want to do is

hurt you.

Well, you have to admit this to one place we didn't look.

What? Well, it's just a suicide note. Such a personal thing. Why would anybody

write it on a computer instead of by hand?

Dr. Sloan, you didn't know my dad. He did everything on his computer.

I still can't believe he would do this to himself.

Me neither.

Why do you think... Do you think someone killed him?

I don't know.

There was no forced entry. No sign of a struggle in here.

But if somebody did kill him, they had to know his medication.

They had to know his schedule.

My father didn't have an enemy in the world.

You know what the most confusing thing is?

According to the police report, there were no fingerprints on the bottle of

pills on the nightstand or on the water glass.

So?

How do you pick up a bottle of pills or a glass of water and not leave any

fingerprints?

Unless the murderer was covering his tracks.

leave you.

Calm down, Ashley.

You can't do this, mother.

Just calm down and listen to me. No, I've listened to you my entire life. I

sick of listening to you. Your father has left you a great deal of money. It's

mine. I earned it. Every penny. I'm the one that took care of him when no one

else wanted to. I'm the one he yelled at. Look, I'm sorry your father treated

you the way he did.

No, you're not.

The only thing you've ever been sorry for is Rebecca.

You stop it. I want my money.

No one's trying to take your money.

It's just going to be put into a trough until you turn 25.

Still trying to control me, aren't you, Mother?

No, I'm trying to protect you.

You're just jealous because I'm the only one in the will.

Don't be absurd.

You're simply not old enough to be responsible for that kind of money.

It's several million dollars, for God's sake.

Believe me, this is for your own good.

I'll bet it wouldn't be put into a trough if this was Rebecca.

But it's not Rebecca we're talking about, is it?

It's you.

The subject is closed.

The lawyers will begin drawing up the papers tomorrow.

I'm going to the office.

My back. My back is killing me. Yeah, I mean, you don't look well at all.

So far, I've tried a heating pad, hot showers, and cold ice packs.

I'll tell you something. I'm almost ready to see a doctor. But you don't

doctor. What you need is to learn how to relax. I hate relaxation. I work best

under stress.

In that case, you'll be in top form in your hospital bed.

How about prescribe me some muscle relaxers? That's almost like relaxing.

How about if I prescribe exercise that's great for stress?

I tried that one. I got hit on the head by a volleyball. Not very relaxing. What

about Tai Chi?

I look like one of those eccentric old people you see at the beach.

I'm circling around like a windmill.

I think that's called the seagull movement. Why don't you ask Mark? He's

that's studying Tai Chi right now.

He really doesn't care what anyone thinks of him, does he? Oh, for crying

loud, Norman. It's so stressful. It's so exhausting worrying about what other

people think. Now, if I were a warrior, do you think that I would have been able

to marry a man I'd only known for four months? Of course not.

Sometimes you just have to do what you think is right, no matter what.

Yeah.

Any word from the husband?

Maybe he's not been very cooperative, especially when you're on an aircraft

carrier on alert. So his tour won't be over until... Time for the delivery.

Who knows?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Well, I was going to look around for some clues and stuff. You know you're

trespassing?

So are you.

I told the real estate lady I was going to look around in here.

Yeah.

Okay, so I'm trespassing.

You can't help yourself, can you?

Oh, you know what it's like, Dr. Sloan.

It's like you see a patient and he's sick and you want to make him better.

And so you poke and you probe and you x -ray until you get an answer so you can

finally sleep at night.

I know exactly what you mean.

And you just can't turn it off, can you?

Not since I was your age.

So what are you doing?

Read this.

Uh, my dearest loved ones.

It has to do with that note.

Right. It did.

You're good at looking for one.

Well, what does that mean?

It means we're one step closer to finding our killer.

I tell you, lowest of the low.

So you avoided me, coach?

I can't keep doing this, Ashley.

Sure you can, sweetie. I don't think you have much of a choice.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but Ashley, that was a spectacular dive.

Well, what are you doing here, Dr. Sloan? I'm pardoning you.

I was hoping maybe you could help me.

I'd be glad to try.

Do you know, Ashley, if anyone else uses your father's computer?

Not that I know of. Why?

Well, I'm kind of a computer nerd myself. I couldn't help nosing around

system. And I found this.

I don't know what that means.

Well, when computer files are saved, it automatically codes the time and the

date. According to this, Ashley...

Your father had to have written a suicide note 28 hours after he died.

Are you sure there wasn't some mistake?

No. I had the computer checked and verified.

So what you're telling me is that someone did kill my dad.

And came back later to cover up their tracks.

Except for who?

Well, that's what I'm hoping to find out.

Well, if anyone can do it, Dr. Spahn, I'm sure you can.

What can I do to help?

Tell me who had access to your father's house.

Let's see, me, the maid, my mom, a few of my dad's business partners, I

But no one knew anything about medicine except... Your mother.

That's crazy.

Isn't it?

I'll let you get back to your diving practice. Call me if you think of anyone

else.

This is great.

My back feels better already.

Thanks for letting me join you guys.

Right, right, right.

Concentrate on your breathing.

Slow.

Deep breaths.

Cleanse your mind of all thoughts and let the tension flow out of your body.

Is that slow deep breath or deep slow breath?

Mr. Briggs, meditation is accomplished with the mind, not the mouth.

Sorry.

I'm just a little nervous. You know, I've never done this before.

Norman, if you don't shut up, you're not going to be doing it again either.

You're right. Thanks.

Dr. Sloan, I got it.

You're going to love this. You won't believe it. I'm sorry, Judy. Now you,

Norman, go ahead without me.

What is it, Jess?

Okay, I ran a financial in Arthur York. Get this. Wait a minute.

You ran a financial? Yeah.

How did you do that? Oh, Kathy Miller.

Kathy Miller? Kathy Miller. She's a friend of mine. She works down at the

Savings. Well, I'm probably going to have to take her out to dinner because

this, and she's not cheap.

Jesse, I'll buy the dinner. What does she say? Okay, good.

Okay, she said that when Elaine divorced Arthur, he was awarded two and a half

million bucks, and she paid it without saying a word.

I wonder why such a big settlement.

I don't know, but I'd say she wanted to get rid of him pretty badly.

Interesting choice of words.

Well, it certainly explains how he can afford that beach house.

Well, actually, your realtor was only half right.

The rent was being paid through a management company, but it wasn't

company. It was Elaine's. You mean after Arthur took Elaine to the cleaners and

the divorce, he was still pulling 25 grand a month out of her?

Right, Bill.

We don't have any proof of that yet. Well, it certainly gives her a motive.

You didn't let me finish.

Guess who gets the two million that's left?

Ashley. Bingo.

Gives her a pretty good motive, too.

So which one?

Well, I think this gives us a pretty good idea of where to start.

And no one can testify where you were on the night of the murder.

No. Ashley was out when I went to bed.

And when she came in, you didn't hear a sound?

Oh, I told you. I took a sleeping pill and went to bed around 9 .30.

Is there a reason you've been searching my house?

We're just trying to follow up on every lead we can dig up.

Am I a suspect?

You said you never went to Arthur's house.

I had no reason to.

Do you have any idea why this...

Your ring turned up at his house and it's a identical match was just found in

your jewelry box No, no, I don't

But I didn't kill my lieutenant clown I admit I didn't like the man, but I

didn't kill him You didn't like him. Why were you paying $25 ,000 a month for

his rent?

Am I under arrest?

Not yet.

But I suggest you find yourself a good attorney.

Mr. George, are you okay?

What happened?

One minute I was talking to her, the next minute she was out cold.

Yeah, she was having seizures when the paramedics brought her in.

Phenobarbital or oxycodone withdrawal?

Phenobarbital. How'd you know?

When I first met her, she had a rash on her arm and her color just didn't look

right. I suspect she has a long history of drug abuse.

Well, she's right in here.

Okay.

How are you feeling?

I felt better.

It felt worse.

Well, they've given you something to take the edge off.

Oh, boy. I can see the tabloids now.

Dr. Elaine York, author, noted psychiatrist.

Can't even practice what she preaches.

Well, being a doctor doesn't mean you're not human.

It's been 15 years I've been fighting this.

For a while there, I thought I had a beat.

Then Rebecca died.

The whole world fell apart.

Rebecca?

Our youngest daughter.

Oh, Ashley's sister.

After she died, I had to take more and more just to make it through the day.

You were still seeing patients?

Yeah.

I don't know why.

I didn't know what I was doing.

And it cost a young man his life.

I didn't see it.

He was crying out for help, but I just didn't see it.

Two days later, they found him hanging in his bathroom.

I'm sorry.

Arthur found out.

Threatened to take the whole thing to the medical examiner's board.

Unless you paid him?

And I've been paying him and covering my habit ever since.

I may have hated my ex -husband, Dr. Sloan, but I didn't kill him.

Hey, what happened to you?

Oh, Norman tied to a night's heat. I ended up on the bottom.

What are you doing here?

Hey, hot stuff. I've been following Ashley all day.

Oh, yeah.

Let me just say that she is some piece of work.

Well, why don't you tell me about it while I clean it up a little bit?

Okay, good, good.

Okay,

1126, the subject exits her house and heads south on Santa Monica Boulevard.

Excuse me, subject?

Oh, subject, you know, Ashley.

Well, why don't you just call her Ashley?

And you can probably leave out the directions.

That's a good idea. Okay, I got that. All right, where was I? Right, okay, the

sub... Almost.

Ashley then continued on down to the Will Rogers State Beach.

At Third Street, she stopped at a drugstore, and she bought a pack of

cigarettes, gum, suntan lotion.

It was a number two with absolutely no sunscreen, and I really wanted to take

the time and warn her about skin cancer. Jesse, I appreciate your concern, but

get on with it. Okay. Uh, let's see. 12 -17.

I arrived at the beach. She settled down to catch some rays.

And I'll tell you, Doc, she was wearing this really...

Hot, micro -string bikini.

Jesse.

It was very attractive.

Okay, 12 .18.

This large buff male tries to hit on her, and they share a beer.

12 .45.

She goes for a swim.

I tell you, these five guys followed her like lemmings to the sea.

You're not playing around with my stuff out there, are you?

No.

Okay, 1 .30, she comes out of the ocean, and then she walks to the parking lot

where she meets this older -looking guy in his car.

Are you looking for this?

Yes, I am.

Yes. Thank you.

Can you describe the guy?

Oh, I can do better.

I got a photo.

You are very good.

Mr.

Caldwell, I'm Dr.

Mark Sloan. I'm a consultant for the police department.

Could I have a word with you?

Sure, go ahead.

In private.

What's this all about?

It concerns Ashley York. I saw you with her the other day.

Mike, I'll be right back.

You must have a very close relationship with Miss York.

What are you saying, doctor? I'm her coach.

Her phone records show that she called you at home.

Often. Is that a diving lesson?

Is there a law against a student calling her coach?

I think it goes beyond phone calls.

It was all her idea.

You gotta believe me, Doctor.

She showed up at my house one night.

And one thing led to another.

It only happened that one night, but she wouldn't leave me alone.

She threatened to say that I'd raped her, unless I agreed to keep seeing her.

Let me tell you, that girl's dangerous.

You're not gonna go to the school board, are you?

Don't worry.

Better get back to your students.

Thanks.

Dr. Sloan, what a nice surprise.

Seems destiny keeps throwing us together.

I just had a talk with your diving instructor.

Oh, isn't he great?

He probably told you all sorts of things about me, but don't believe half of

them. I have a long way to go on my diving.

Actually, we didn't talk about diving.

It was a little more personal than that.

He told you?

I knew I'd never be able to run away from this.

When he asked me to stay late after practice that day, I thought it was to

on my dive.

I ran into the locker room, but he followed me.

I didn't want it to happen.

I thought... Ashley, you're a better diver than you are. You're an actress.

What?

What are you saying?

That's what happened.

I've got three girls on the team right now who will swear to it.

Oh, I don't doubt that at all. Several million dollars can buy a lot of things.

But you and I, we know the truth I'm talking about, don't we?

My father again?

In case you missed it, the police think that my mother's guilty.

That's what I want to talk to you about.

When you left your father's house that night, did you set the alarm?

I don't remember.

Because the maid said it was set when she arrived the next morning.

Well, then I must have. What's your point?

Well, the point is, if the killer was in the house waiting for the right moment,

how did he get out?

And if he wasn't already inside, how did he get in?

Obviously, he must have had the code.

Exactly.

Now, Ashley, there's you, there's the maid, and your mom. I'm guessing she

didn't have it, am I right?

Look, I don't have to tell you anything. You're just some snooping doctor.

You're not a cop.

Ashley, it is all adding up.

The inheritance, the sloppy note, now the alarm.

I don't understand why you're doing this to me.

I loved my father.

I took care of him.

Ashley, I know you killed your father, and I want to prove it.

Well, not by bothering me.

You're the crime expert, Doctor.

What do you see?

A 17 -year -old girl attacked in her own school by an older man.

That's exactly what I'll say if you come near me anymore.

If you're right about her, she'd do it. No question about it. If I go within ten

feet of her, she'll cry rape and take it as far as she can.

No, my next move's gonna have to be with absolute proof.

Well, you've thrown doubt in Elaine's guilt.

Well, we ran a battery test. The addiction's real, all right.

Functional addict, huh?

And judging from the length of the addiction, she's built up quite a

It'd take a lot to put her to sleep.

And if she took anything at all that night, she'd be in no shape to execute a

plan.

Something tells me you won't be having your Tai Chi lesson this morning. Oh,

Norman, what did you do to her?

Nothing. I tried.

Did you get her to the deck? I think so. I'm trying. I'm trying.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. My back.

My back.

Daddy, sure this stuff is good for you. Steve, get her a glass of water, will

you? What happened?

I cannot take it any longer.

Mr. Briggs talks through each and every lesson. My eyes open or closed.

I'm doing the best I can, Mark.

Deep breath. Not deep breath.

Left foot, right foot.

And he has the balance of a two -legged chair.

Looks like you've got a spasm in your back.

I've got some pills here to help relieve that.

You do?

That's all I wanted in the first place.

Actually, these are just samples, but there's enough in here for a week. You

take one a day.

Wait a minute.

Seven days, seven pills.

Norman, give her one right now. We'll get the rest later. You lie still and

that back.

Let's go.

Where are you going?

We're going to count some pills.

Yeah.

You know, balance isn't everything.

I can't ride a bike either.

Drink.

Mark, you've counted those pills twice.

So there's some missing. We know where they went.

Not all of them. Read the label.

She had Deprazine.

One pill daily.

And the date?

It's four days before he died.

So a month's supply would be 30 pills.

One pill a day for four days would leave... 26.

So according to your path report... According to my pathology report, Mr.

had 350 milligrams in his system, which averages out to seven pills. So that

should leave 19 pills in the bottle minus Friday and Saturday still in the

dispenser.

17.

But there's 16.

We got a pill missing.

I think I know where it is.

Somebody called the attorney's office pretending to be me and canceled the

trust. If not you, then who?

I have no idea what you're talking about, Mother. Ashley, please.

I have to go.

Ashley, wait!

Not anymore.

Excuse me.

How's our patient doing today?

Okay. Under the circumstances.

We haven't met. I'm Dr. Travis.

Ashley. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Ashley, don't...

stress about your mom.

Don't stress?

Doctor, they're telling me that my mother killed my father.

Yeah, I know, but I just talked to Dr. Sloan, and he's convinced that he's

some proof that's going to set her free.

What kind of proof?

I wrote this part down.

Okay, he said that he's figured that of the pills that killed your father, one

is missing. The killer must have dropped it or something, and if they find it,

The prints on that pill are going to be as good as a conviction, so your mom's

going to be home free.

Isn't that great?

Sounds a little like a needle in a haystack, though, doesn't it?

Not for Dr.

Sloan.

A little late to be washing dishes, isn't it?

Or were you washing away something else?

Clone.

Before you go into an act, Ashley, you can stop it. It's over.

It is over, Doctor.

But for you, not me.

Right now, I'd say your evidence is all up into a tiny puddle somewhere in those

pipes. That would be true if that were the pill with your fingerprints on it.

But fortunately, that's the one I put there for you to find.

This is the pill with your fingerprints on it. We found it in the vacuum cleaner

bag. You remember the maid?

You almost pulled off a perfect crime.

You mean murder.

I've been accused of it all my life, as if I killed her.

Her?

Your sister?

But I thought that was an accident.

She hit her head.

There was blood in the pool.

I pulled her out. I tried to save her.

He went out of control when he heard. He hit me.

Blaming me and blaming me.

I was older.

I should have stopped her.

to make him forget I cooked for him.

I visited him when he was sick.

He wouldn't forgive me for taking his baby girl.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I killed him.

But I point the blame at your mother.

Because... see, to let it happen.

She just crawled into that little pill bottle and then disappeared.

She just didn't love me enough to fight for me.

You know, Ashley, I think your mother does love you.

She knew you took that earring.

She never said a word.

Why aren't you down at the beach getting ready? I promise you, no more

interruptions. In time, Dr. Sloan, but first there's something I must do for my

own health.

Oh, no, oh, no. Are you sure this will help my type -C?

Oh, no!

Balance is everything.

I don't see if he's all right.

No problem, I'm fine.

Is that a higher level than the first one?

Yeah. I'm really excited about getting into it. I think I'm getting...

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