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Thank you.

Hey, Mark.

Hi. So is Steve going to take over the whole investigation?

That's what he said when he left the house this morning. Are we going to get

into it?

Don't know. Mark, how's the finger?

Coming along.

Did he tell you what happened? No. What happened to the finger? Guys, it was a

little household incident I don't want to get into. Okay. All right. Well,

talk about that serial killer case.

Now, have you heard anything?

Are we dealing with a psychopath or what? Oh, yeah. We got one. And Steve is

heading up a task force. Really? Are we all on board? Ladies and gentlemen, I

have not talked to Steve.

He knows we're here. If he wants us involved, we'll...

Beer? That's all.

Mark, how's the finger?

It's fine, fine.

He's not talking about it.

Oh, okay.

What's the status on the new CAT scan unit?

Up and running, Norman.

Hey, and that's the best money you've spent in a long time.

Good.

Can we return it?

Why would we do that?

You know what these are?

Airline tickets?

No, Dr. Travis, not airline tickets.

They could be tickets to my funeral.

What are you talking about, Norman?

I'm talking first class New York immediately. The board of directors of

Tanner Foundation called me in. Why?

Does the word mismanagement mean anything to you or incompetence or

negligence? Norman, they didn't say that.

Not yet.

But why would they insist I fly 3 ,000 miles on a moment's notice?

Norman, you're a great administrator.

Your books are cleaner than those operating rooms. You've got nothing to

about. Do you?

Of course not.

Then don't worry about it.

You're right. I'm probably making a big deal out of nothing.

I spent that foundation money to make this hospital a better place. Yes, you

did. And if they want to haul me over the coals and question my judgment, so

it. I have nothing to fear.

I have nothing to hide. That's the attitude you've got to take.

It's easy for you to say. You're not handing them your head.

Good day.

He's taking it pretty well.

Or normal.

Identical to the first three.

Right down to the X on the foot.

John, I want shots of that with every lens you got.

The usual? For our eyes only?

Absolutely.

Anything?

Sir, the medical examiner is here.

Oh, good. Thanks.

Where's Langston?

Excuse me.

Oh, sorry?

Where's Langston? I normally work with Daniel Langston. On vacation, I'm taking

over his cases. Albert Blank, how are you?

Uh, Steve Sloan. I'll be heading up the... You're Mark's son.

That's right. And I'll be heading up the... Tell me how long I've known him.

What? Your dad. Guess how long I've known him. Go ahead, guess.

Five years.

It's like 25.

He was a friend of my Aunt Camilla's. She threw a dinner party the night I

graduated from med school, sat me next to Mark. We had rack of lamb.

Well... As you know, we've got a serial killer on our hands.

She's dead.

Uh, yeah, I can see that.

Oh, no, I meant my Aunt Camilla, although you're right, this woman isn't

either. Well, at least his taste is improving.

What?

Well, I thought victims two and three were a little on the pudgy side, didn't

you? Yeah, give me a firm body any day.

Yeah, what's the press starting to call him?

Uh, the Casanova killer. Yeah, if they only knew, right?

But they won't, right?

Dr. Blank, you have been briefed, haven't you, on the details of the

we're not disclosing to the press? I know the drill. I don't need the usual

parade of psychos running in here trying to confess to this. No mention of the X

on the bottom of the foot or lack of sexual contact.

Well, I appreciate that, Dr. Blank.

You appreciate Mel Torme?

Hmm? Oh, this new CD is incredible.

Excuse me. Do you mind?

Oh, sorry.

Thanks.

Did he actually say that two of the victims were a bit pudgy for his taste?

I'm conducting a serial murder investigation, and my medical examiner

he's judging a wet T -shirt contest.

Believe it or not, the man means well. It's his way of trying to fit in. Fit

On what planet?

Albert Blank is a very competent pathologist. I used him as a consultant

lot of cases for years before Amanda came. Good.

With four victims and not one decent lead, I need better and competent, Dad.

I need the best.

I thought he'd never have it.

So I can announce you on board at the press conference today?

Oh, yeah. We're all on board. Thanks.

What do you got?

Well, unfortunately, I can give you a much better answer than what we haven't

got. No forced entry, no sign of a struggle.

According to the news reports, they were all killed in their bedrooms.

Complete with candlelight, soft music, and their sexiest lingerie.

So the press starts calling them the Casanova killer.

But what the press doesn't know and won't is that these ladies are trying to

seduce this guy. For some reason, it's not happening.

No sexual activity?

Not a trace.

Actually, not a trace pretty much sums up what we're finding in a way of

forensic evidence.

It's almost like this guy sticks around after the murder and sterilizes the

place. Never had less to work with. What about the X's on the bottom of the

victim's feet?

Another detail we're keeping to ourselves.

Carved post -mortem with the same weapon he uses to kill him.

Looks like we've got a lot of catching up to do.

We can help a lot by handling Blank and getting to speed on those autopsy

reports. Hi, everybody.

I'm telling you, there is nothing worse on this planet than double ships.

I'm dead.

Ooh.

Did I say dead?

I meant to say sleepy, just very sleepy.

How about some coffee?

Oh, I'd love some.

Oh, great. Make me a cup while you're at it, will you?

Why the cruelty?

Yeah. Were you able to come up with anything?

Oh, I'm sorry. The phone calls. Yeah, I talked to every operator on duty last

night, and not one of them received a call from someone identifying herself as

Sandra Leggett.

Is this serial killer stuff?

What about phone calls?

Well, according to the victim's redial button, she called a community general

hospital last night.

Why? Good question. Doesn't make any sense.

Unless it wasn't Sandra Leggett who made the call.

Evidence found at the scene... Confirms with absolute certainty that last

night's murder of Sandra Leggett is linked to the murders of Carol Malone,

Morris, and Cindy Neville. What evidence? What do you have?

I'm sure you know better than that.

Any new leads? Nothing I can comment on. In other words, you are totally lost.

Aren't you, Mr. Detective?

I am very, very good.

Come on, say it. I'm very good at what I do.

That's a damn hard.

I'm happy to announce that effective immediately.

My father will be joining the team of investigators already on the case.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Dr. Sloan is on the case.

So what'd you do, slam it under the toilet seat?

I'd rather not talk about it, Albert. Yeah, I must have done that a dozen

I didn't slam the toilet seat on it.

Okay, fine.

So, Mark.

What do you think of Al?

Pardon? I'm thinking of going by Al.

What do you think?

You want me to call you, Al?

Let's give it a try.

Okay.

Well, you only go around once, right, Al?

That's right. That is just exactly right.

Well, how about this? You and I working on a case together again.

You know something? I missed it.

Well, it's not like I've changed phone numbers.

So, uh...

How's, uh, what's her name doing anyway?

Amanda? Oh, terrific.

Community General's lucky to have her. Well, so am I.

Hey, by all means, you guys take all the good ones. Go ahead. Don't give any

thought to how understaffed the coroner's office is.

There's no doubt about it. It's not fair.

As I have said, Al, I don't know how you guys do it over there. I'm just in it

for the glamour.

Well, these are the autopsy reports. Oh, yeah. My transcriber hasn't even

started on the fourth one yet. I hope you can read my notes.

If I can read my handwriting, I can read anybody's handwriting.

Well, okay.

Call me if you need me.

Well, Albert, Al, I was hoping we could kind of go over these, maybe discuss

them.

Oh.

Yeah, sure, fine.

Whatever.

One split and order of fries are good here.

Linda, will you have a minute? Albert, Al, you're, uh...

You're not offended, are you, that Steve asked me to join the task force?

Not at all.

Why would I be?

Well, you know, he wanted me to work with you, not replace you.

And it's not because of any question about your abilities either. You know, I

mean, the guy's got four murders on his... Mark, relax. I couldn't be

that you're involved.

You sure about that? Are you kidding?

As overworked and underpaid as I am, I mean, let's face it, I make the same

lousy money whether I beat my brains out or walk through this job, and in either

case, whatever the IRS doesn't take, my ex -wives do.

Wives? Plural?

What, uh, you and Gwyneth?

Yeah, she... She got lonely because of the long hours I keep.

Not that those hours didn't buy her enough liposuction to turn the average

person inside out.

Anyway, she asked if she could have her brother move in to keep her company, and

I said sure.

And he did.

Very generous of you.

Yeah.

It was a month before I found out she doesn't have a brother.

Well, look who's here.

The new big gun in the Casanova Killer Task Force.

Ah, do me a favor, Mark. If you ever get this guy in custody, give him my card.

You want to defend a serial killer, Andrew?

I can smell a seven -figure book deal even as we speak.

Dr. Blank.

Have you been?

Me?

Uh, you know, fine.

I've been meaning to tell you, you did a great job on that Butera autopsy.

Really? Oh, seriously.

If the prosecution had done their job half as well as you did yours, I might

have lost that case.

Well, thank you.

And, uh, Sal.

So, what do you got here?

Four file folders.

Maybe, uh, four Casanova killer victims?

May I?

Okay.

How much?

Relax, Mark. I'm just kidding.

Why should I pay for information I'm going to get for free sooner or later

anyway? You know this bar.

There are no secrets here.

I wouldn't count on that, Andrew. Not in this case.

Right.

Good seeing you, Al.

And again, great work.

Mark. Andrew.

Well, if that isn't the first, I don't think I've ever seen Andrew King pay a

compliment to anybody but himself.

Al?

So, was that a yes or no on those fries?

Well, I don't know. The notes on this fourth autopsy report are a little

to me.

Of course, I'm sure they'll be a little more complete when they're finally

transcribed, but...

Well, Steve, he's got a few personal problems.

He's not exactly at the top of his game right now, if you know what I mean.

But don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him.

Is that your other line?

Okay, call me back.

Hey.

Cause of death, multiple full -toon wound

caused by ice puck.

Gotta watch those ice pucks, boy, they'll get you.

That was your quick.

Dr. Sloan, hello.

I do hope I'm not waking you.

But you see, I just missed you at the hospital.

Hello.

Dr. Sloan, are you there?

Yes, yes, I'm here.

So glad to find that you'd finally decided to join my little party.

You know, I was beginning to feel rather, rather unappreciated.

Who is this?

And I must say, I'm quite impressed.

You know, you have caused a lot of killers.

You still haven't told me who this is.

Oh, you know who I am.

You know, I was wondering exactly how many women I would have to kill in order

to get your attention.

Now I'll have an expert to look at my work.

What do you think of the X's on the bottom of the feet?

Rather nice touch, don't you think?

What do you want?

Well, is it a nice touch or isn't it?

Why? That's important to you?

Well, yes.

Coming from you.

You see, Doctor, you are the best.

And so am I.

You know, just knowing that you'll be following me around will certainly make

the killings much more, shall we say, rewarding.

Look, you don't have to kill anyone else.

Just, uh...

Tell me who you are. I'll come to you and I can help you.

No, no, no, no.

You just watch, Doctor.

You just watch.

Tell me what you think.

You know, I think you'll be rather impressed.

All

right.

Tracing equipment will kick in a second. You pick up the phone. Good.

You sure this wasn't a crank call?

Oh, absolutely not. He knew about the X's on the feet.

What about your credit card statements?

It's going slow.

I got three officers trying to track down a common location where the victims

might have been. Well, why don't you give me a stack of the receipts and then

you'll have four people.

I can use all the help I can get. Let's go.

Oh, Amanda, could you meet me at the hospital first? I'm having Sandra

body transferred there.

Okay, yeah.

I'll check with you later. Yes, sir.

So you think Dr. Blank might have missed something?

I didn't say that.

No, it's just that we have better equipment than he does.

I didn't say that. I like to get a little hands -on myself. I did not say

All right.

I'll be with you in just a minute.

Okay.

Look, I'm sorry if it sounded like I was coming on to you before.

It's okay.

I mean, anyway, what I meant was that since you're new around here, maybe I

could show you around here.

Well, I might take you up on it, if you're nice to me. Well, I'm here seven

a week.

I know. I've seen you before.

See, that'll be $22 each.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm going to need to see some ID with that.

Oh, no problem. Thank you.

Sorry, I was a million miles away there.

And the passenger seat of that convertible.

I owe you $20 and pump nine.

Okay.

I forgot my purse.

Yeah, listen, I've heard that one before. No, no, no, really. I was

friend up the coast. You can call him, Dr. Mark Sloan.

You know Dr.

Sloan? Yes, I work with him.

Really? I know the doc. He comes in here all the time. Well, then you know I'm

not trying to rip you off. I will simply go and get my purse and come right

back. Okay, all right. Go on. Really?

Yeah, besides, if you don't show up, I'll just hit up the doc next time he

in. I really appreciate it. Thank you so much. All right. Okay.

Oh.

That bad?

I don't know what to do.

Look, Norman, don't take it personally.

There's no reflection on your ability to run this or any other hospital.

The Foundation was adamant. They want me to go.

Go? Norman, no!

First Paris, then Madrid.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about there's a nine -hour time difference, Mark.

Not only will I be falling asleep in the middle of the day... But jet lag upsets

my stomach. So even if I eat what the chef prepares on the corporate jet, I'll

pay for it when I land. Whoa, just a second.

How did we just go from your being fired to traveling on a private jet to Paris

with a chef?

I'm not being fired.

The foundation wants me to administrate all of their charitable grants.

They had millions of dollars to give away. They want every penny accounted

Oh, does that mean you won't be running the hospital?

They expect me to do both.

Are you telling me that you're not going to take this job?

Of course I'm taking the job. I thrive on adversity.

Hey.

Hey. How we doing?

Well, as far as they go, Blank's notes are accurate.

I just wish I could get a hold of his transcribed report to work with.

Do you have any idea when we can get a hold of it? Tomorrow, I hope.

You know how backed up they are over there. Yeah, but you'd think it.

Serial killing would take top priority.

See something?

Take a look at that.

Oh, yeah, on the eyelash.

What do you think it is?

Fiber thread of some kind.

We better get it off there and have it analyzed.

Very good, Amanda.

It was one single white fiber tangled in the eyelash. It's practically invisible

to the naked eye. I never would have spotted it, but Amanda found it.

Well, the good news is it's trace evidence in a case where there's almost

trace evidence to work with.

When's the lab report due? They'll factor it to me tonight.

Maybe it'll lead us somewhere.

We could use a break in this. I phoned Al. He's double -checking the other

victims for similar fibers.

I think his feelings are hurt that we went over his work.

Oh, Dr. Al Blank's feelings were a serial murder investigation.

We should worry about more.

Jesse, don't touch that.

Sorry.

Anything, Jess?

Take a look for yourself.

If this guy is someone that you helped put away, well, then he managed to pull

this off from prison or another state.

What's new?

After hitting every salon, boutique, restaurant, florist, and psychic

nutritionist from the credit card statements, I'm thrilled to announce the

discovery of a new hairstylist. And not to mention a great going -out -of

-business sale.

But every person that I spoke to had not seen more than one of our victims

before, except on the news.

That's great.

So what do we do now?

Start over.

All right, victim number one.

What do we know about her?

Mark Sloan.

Being in a court board, is that the best you can do?

Look at the victims.

You're never going to catch me, Dr. Sloan.

Even your little court board ought to be able to tell you exactly what you're up

against.

So why not just admit it?

Admit what?

I'm good.

Come on.

Say it.

Come on, come on.

Look, if I, uh...

I tell you, you're impressive.

Will you stop this and come on in?

I'm not following you.

Stop it.

You know exactly what I'm saying.

And don't you, for just one minute, even treat me like another whacked -out

psycho.

Why did you even get on the task force in the first place to get my hopes up

like that?

Do you want me to step aside?

You can consider that done.

Let's get something straight, shall we?

You are not calling the shots here, Mark. I am.

I want you on this case, so you are going to stay on this case. It's that

simple. And if I don't?

Two or three more murders a night.

Do you understand that?

Wait.

Maybe that's it.

Maybe I haven't given you enough to appreciate yet.

Maybe you need me to, shall we say, heat up the trail a little bit.

Give you some fresh material to work with.

Look, listen to me. I'm staying on the case. I swear to you, I'm staying on the

case. But just listen to me for a minute.

I'll be talking to you, Mark.

Tell me you got him, guys.

You guys there? Come on, what's going on?

Sorry, Steve.

He's gone.

We missed him.

Over.

Damn it.

He's off to kill again.

And we can't stop him.

Who is it?

Seth Martley?

Yes?

It's Michael Dern from the gas station. I waited on you today.

Yes? Well, listen, I'm real sorry to bother you this late, but my boss sent

down here. Somebody dropped a real expensive pair of sunglasses around the

time you were there. I thought maybe they were yours.

Are you sure?

I could have sworn I had mine when I came home, but I don't know. Well, go

check. I'll just wait right here.

Okay, thanks.

Sure. I'll be right back.

Welcome home.

I'm sorry.

I didn't get much sleep last night. Well, who could after that phone call?

Well, I just kept wondering if there wasn't something I could have said. Dad,

don't. You killed somebody last night. It's his responsibility, not yours.

Oh, is this the report on the fiber we found in Sandra Leggett's eyelashes?

Yeah, that came in last night. A single strand of... Synthetic cotton soaked in

baby oil.

Whatever that means.

I'll tell you what that means. Either the killer is arriving as the victims

getting ready for bed, or he's removing the eye makeup himself.

With baby oil?

Sure, on a cotton ball. Trust me, it works every time.

Maybe the women took off their makeup themselves after the killer got there.

No. No woman removes her makeup in front of a man unless she knows him very,

very well.

But these gotta be dates, right? I mean, soft music, candlelight, lingerie, no

forced entry.

I don't think so.

How many dates do you have that open the front door and lead you right into the

bedroom?

You mean this week or in my entire life?

It is odd.

Music, candlelight, provocative lingerie, and not once to lead to any

activity. Why?

I can think of a few possibilities.

Yeah, so can I.

And any one of them might frustrate and disturb man enough to make him commit

murder.

Clown here.

Which one?

He got two last night.

Hey, Doc Sloan.

How's it going, Doc?

Uh, bad day to ask, Mike.

You? I don't know. You're the doc.

Look, I'll get the windshield for you. No, thanks. Just make the rest of the

look dirtier.

I gotta get a car wash.

I got a better idea.

Why don't you let me detail it for you, huh?

You know, I'll give you a great deal, and besides...

Living down here at the beach, it's almost a necessity between the sand and

salty air. You're right about that. I'll keep it in mind.

Hey, in the meantime, you wait right here, okay? Don't go away. I would guess

that you don't own a car cover, right?

That's a good guess.

Phew.

We use these on the cars that have to stay out of the station overnight.

I use them myself.

You know, for protection.

Oh, okay. I'm sold. How much?

Forget it.

Sure.

Well, thank you, Mike. That's very nice of you.

Here, don't mention it.

See you.

Keep looking through me, Doc.

Keep looking right on through me.

Course blanks here, Dad. It's been that kind of day.

Well, let me put it this way. I've got an approximate time of death at about

hours ago.

And I now know all the words to lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.

How's it going in Venice?

Any guess at the time of death there?

All right, well, just tell my men I'll be there as soon as I can.

Right.

Sorry, we're going to have to keep everybody out of here for a while.

Oh, yes, of course, I understand.

I live next door. Is everything all right?

No, it's not.

Dr.

Blank?

Blank?

Hey, Steve Arena, where you been?

Little neck and cold?

No, look, he got two last night. Did you know that?

Yeah, one in Venice, one out here in Beverly Hills.

Hey, you gotta hand it to him. At least our guy's moving up in the world.

Look, I gotta go.

Don't let anything slip by you. What's that?

Do your best work, Doc.

You got it.

Yeah, I could pick up some food on the way over. You know, meet your wife, make

an evening out. No, no, tonight's no good. Look, I said I'd call you. I'll

you. Dr.

Blake, thank you for getting here so quickly.

Sorry for interrupting.

Amanda Livingston. Oh, Andrew King.

It's a pleasure.

No, no problem. I was just leaving. As much as I envy Al, the pleasure of your

company.

Al.

We'll talk, right?

Andrew?

We'll talk?

I'm pretending he doesn't hear me. We get around like that all the time.

So, do you have the autopsy reports on the two new victims?

What, transcribed reports aren't good enough for you? Are you kidding? That

would be great. We just didn't anticipate that they'd be ready so soon.

Well, I pushed them through, personally.

Thank you. Want to split an order of fries? No, thanks. It's very sweet.

expecting me.

Uh, are you sure you didn't rush these? I mean, they look very thorough. I just

wanted... You know, what is it with you and Mark anyway?

If I'm too slow, you sneak off and double -check me behind my back. If I'm

fast, you wonder if I was thorough enough. No, you're right. I'm sorry.

here, the Beverly Hills victim, Dusty Woolman, right?

You want lividity? Here's lividity. You want stomach contents?

Here's stomach contents.

Body temperature.

Wound measurements.

Cotton fibers in the eyelashes. Dr. Blank, Dr. Blank, you know, now that you

mention it, that order of fries might just hit the spot right now, yeah.

Linda? Linda?

So, the killer definitely had time to do both murders last night, huh?

Absolutely, according to Dr. Blank.

I'm not going to tell you again, Steve. These records are meticulous. In fact,

the most detailed autopsy reports I've ever seen before.

You're just dying to get out. One, I told you so, aren't you?

What, me? Be so petty? When everyone here knows I did tell you so?

Guy's a pro.

Excentric. What was that about the killer having time to do both murders?

You're not thinking copycat, are you? No way.

Every detail was identical right down to the information that we withheld from

the public.

There's so much information, we're going nowhere.

There's got to be a common thread among all these women.

They have to have crossed paths with a Casanova killer at least once. No forced

entry. A highly publicized murderer on the loose, and they're still letting him

in. Okay, common threads. They all had yogurt in the refrigerators.

Now, maybe they all went to the same health food store. No, not according to

credit card statements.

Two of them wore or owned French designer watches.

This is kind of interesting here. It looks like all of them...

Bought gas at the same few stations along Pacific Coast Highway.

Didn't that guy call you from a booth on PCH?

Hold on. Dusty Wollman.

Victim number six, credit card statement.

Oh, please tell me one of those stations is on that list.

Not only can I not tell you that, looks like she never set one foot west of

Beverly Hills.

Okay, let's go from the top here. Oh.

We have six victims.

all with an X carved on the sole of their right foot.

All of them have traces of baby oil and or cotton on the eyelids.

All of them are wearing some form of lingerie and no sign of any sexual

activity.

I forgot to go to the bank.

No, no, I'm serious. You know what? I have a credit card.

It's probably maxed out, but what's the little abject humiliation after a day

like this?

Sorry.

Look, I need to see some ID with this at the boss's orders.

Oh, don't apologize.

Good for your boss.

I understand.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Thanks again.

Hey, my pleasure.

Believe me.

Dad, you look exhausted.

You don't look so hot yourself.

Want to call it a night, take a fresh crack at it in the morning?

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Repairman?

What about a repairman?

Well, a woman will open the door for a repairman without knowing him.

True, true.

But what would you have repaired at night? Why not wait until in the

Still a service person. That's a very, very good idea.

Yeah, you're right.

Good thing twice about a cab driver or a cable guy.

I need some more coffee.

What's your... Sorry, we drank it all.

Shall I make a fresh pot?

Now, if I'm going to drink it alone, I wouldn't dream of having that happen.

Mark Sloan.

Okay.

I finally figured it out.

I finally figured out what I need to do.

He's close again, Dad. PCH, keep him talking. I'll get units rolling.

You withhold from me.

You will not give me my due.

Well, perhaps you will if I go after someone you care about.

What are you talking about? Maybe I need to be just a little bit better. for

someone like you.

Mm -hmm.

I'll kill Dr.

Al.

Then we'll see.

My God, Ben, why?

What could you possibly gain by killing Albert Blank?

Ben, listen, do not play games with me, Doctor.

Your friend is going to die, and then you are finally going to admit to me how

good I am.

There's a type on PCH the units are clogged and trapped.

You know, I know what your problem is.

Other than talking to you, you know, you're becoming a tremendous

to me, Doctor.

No, no.

Disappointment is what a woman feels every time she's with you. Now, isn't

the problem?

What are you talking about?

Impotence. Killings replace sex, isn't that it?

That is enough. Now, listen to me. I'm getting a little sick of listening to

you. You're so obvious.

I mean, all those women.

Lingerie, candlelight, soft music.

You're not man enough for those women.

At least be man enough to admit that. Shut up. Shut the hell up.

Why? You wanted me to watch you, see your worth, didn't you? Well, I did.

And I see a twisted mind that thinks murdering women is the same as sex.

You see yourself as kind of an artist at this, don't you?

Is that what you wanted all along? My validation?

My applause?

Your friend is dead.

Doctor, you got that? Your friend is dead.

I kept him on the phone. I know, I know. Let's go.

Sweet dreams, honey.

I could put Daddy back on the phone.

Hi, honey. Did you hear Colin say his first word?

He did, too. He said, nerd, just as clear as a bell. You heard him.

I love you, too.

Listen, um, don't let your parents spoil Colin. That's my job, okay?

And I miss you.

All right.

Bye, honey.

Dr. Livingston?

Yeah, who is it?

Michael Dern from the gas station.

You left your credit card a while ago.

I did?

Are you sure? I mean, that's like leaving one of my major appendages.

Look, I forgot to give it to you, but my boss is about ready to kill me.

Listen, I know it's yours, and I'm kind of in a hurry, so if you don't mind.

Yeah, okay. Well, hold on. I'll go check it out.

I'm afraid I can't let you do that.

You all right, Bill?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

I still can't believe it.

Michael Dern, the Casanova killer?

Man works for me for two years. I can't believe it either. But if you saw him on

the phone just before we all got here, he's our man.

All right, I got a car nowhere to Dern's place.

Cam! Excuse me, Lieutenant.

Mrs. Aleman's here to pick up her car.

Get XKT -147 off the rack, please. All right.

Yeah, take it down. Excuse me, Bill?

Do you always do that?

What? Call for the card by the license plate number?

That's the way we work around here. Why?

Is that something Michael Dern would have done?

He's the one who came up with the system.

What is it, Dad? Well, most people say the white jag, something like that. But

they refer to the card with a license plate.

You think Dr. Al might be a license plate?

Bit of a stretch, isn't it? Not for a guy who looks at license plates all day.

Dr. A. L.

Amanda Living.

Come on.

Line's busy.

Attention all units.

Hope you like the music. I find it rather sensual, don't you?

Yeah, you really do look quite beautiful in this.

May I just see?

Does he love you?

Yes.

Does he tell you he loves you?

Yes, but please, please don't hurt me.

Losing you is going to shatter him, but I'm really sorry. This can't be helped.

You know, I gave Dr. Sloan plastic sheets just like this one. I even told

that I used one myself, but he didn't get it.

He wasn't paying attention.

All I wanted to do was pay attention to see how well I did this.

What did you do?

Did this? What do you mean?

Why would he kill me?

Why?

Come on, I thought it was obvious.

Don't!

Every woman I have ever known.

My mother.

My mother always beating me, always putting me down, always kicking me out

the house.

How come she could just one time in her whole life tell me that I ever did

something, one thing right?

Well, we could go to her. We could go to her. We could tell her these things. We

could explain it to her.

My mother is dead. Six months ago.

What did she ever want from me?

What any... if you ever want from me. Nothing is ever right. You can't do

You can't do that.

But I'll tell you something.

There is one thing that I can do better than anybody else.

Touch me.

Come on. This has got to be so perfect.

Even Dr. Sloan is going to have to admit that.

Please, please, please.

Then I'm just going to cross you off my calendar like any other day.

Come on.

There are other women who need...

Doctor, my friend, we could not have solved it without you this time.

As a matter of fact, we've been trying to think of a way to express our

appreciation. So as a result, Norman has struck a deal whereby Community General

Hospital will be on the list of hospitals helping the coroner's office.

Well, hooray. Thank you. We need all the help we can get.

I'll get it.

Hello?

Yeah, it's me. What's up?

What?

All right, hold on a minute.

That's headquarters.

Dern wants to see you.

Me? Why?

They don't know. They were questioning him. He got upset all of a sudden and

announced that he'll only talk to you.

And he says it's urgent.

Wasn't sure you'd come.

I'm here. What do you want?

You know, the first two were my favorites.

You want to know why?

Because no matter how hard they tried to hide it, I could tell that they really

wanted me. You know, they were really into it.

Choosing lingerie, putting it on right there in front of me.

Everything.

Right up to the end, of course.

But number four.

I really don't remember all that much about number four.

It's like I was cleaning the bathroom and I come out and there she is.

She struggled a little bit. I don't know why.

Doc, Doc, wait a minute. I haven't told you anything about number six.

You want to know the really amazing thing about number six?

What?

Never saw her before in my life.

What did you say? Come on, that one was not mine.

They were identical in every way.

I'm telling you the truth.

You really didn't kill her?

You got a copycat on your hands.

Internal affairs is all over this. I think they should.

They're grilling everybody who had access to the Casanova killer files,

for any possible leaks.

Possible leaks? What else could it be?

You don't want to know what I .A. thinks?

Dermot lied to you. He really did all six.

Now, what would be his motive for confessing to five murders instead of

can only use so many life terms.

Their theory is that Dermot's so whacked out, he may have killed this woman and

not even remembered it.

Hey, why is he in here?

Where is he?

Guard!

How the hell did this happen? He was supposed to be in isolation under 24

observation. Come on, Steve. This isn't a rich coffin.

He was thrown in here while we were shuffling prisoners.

What was he stabbed with? Did you find a weapon? No.

Do you know how it is in here? These guys can make a ship disappear in 10

seconds. So who was in the cell with him? A carjacker and an assault suspect

waiting to get a ring. Where are they now?

Interrogation. Big surprise.

Neither of them saw a thing. Thought Thorn was sleeping the whole time. Yeah,

right.

The guy was alive when I went to sleep and dead when I woke up.

I ain't seen nothing. I ain't hear nothing.

I don't believe you. I'm a sound sleeper.

Do you think that attitude is smart under the circumstances?

I'm a smart guy. Ask around.

Real smart guy.

Who couldn't even get away with a carjacking.

They searched the cell. They searched me. No ship in the store.

Look, this isn't about us. It isn't even about Michael Dern. It's about the

murders of... He was alive when I went to sleep and dead when I woke up. That's

all I got to say.

Get him out of here.

Bring in the assault suspect.

Can't. Guy made bail about an hour ago.

I am not hearing this.

Amazing, huh? Dead broke loser. Suddenly gets his 20 grand without even making a

phone call.

Did anybody bother to get his name or his address before he left?

Hey, you think we're incompetent around here?

Bobby Scott.

Dressed in East L .A.

Bogus. You never know.

Yeah, you never know, do you?

So, Michael Dern swore that he didn't kill victim number six, Dusty Woolman,

that? And within an hour or so of telling him. And only as far as we know.

He's murdered in a cell that he shouldn't have been moved to in the

Possibly by a flat broke assault suspect who made high bail without even

investing 20 cents in a phone call.

That sounds convenient.

Too convenient.

Not according to IA.

You're not serious.

The way they see it, no copycat was ever as accurate as this one was.

And after a thorough investigation, it didn't turn up any evidence of a leak.

They think Dern's their guy.

His claim of a sixth victim was just one last game, and his death saved the

taxpayers the cost of a trial.

I don't know. There's just too many questions unanswered. Well, the bottom

is the task force has been disbanded, and all six murders have been stamped

a nice big case closed.

I can't believe that Dern killed Dusty Wallman, and I've got to find out who

did. Well, for what it's worth, I put myself on Dern's case.

If we can find his killer, maybe we'll get some answers.

Put me on there, too. I already did.

Three million dollars paid over five years.

No, no, no, no. Absolutely not. No.

Great look, Norman. And you said the new job wouldn't change.

Amanda, I've been looking all over for you.

Can you explain why you authorized 20 hours of lab overtime without a

head signature?

Was I right? God, you were good.

You know, Norman, I really wanted you to authorize that overtime. However, I

missed that last flight to Kuala Lumpur.

Hello?

No more overtime without my okay. Wait a second. You're going to Kilimanjaro or

somewhere on a private jet, yet you have time to count tongue depressors here at

Community General.

One tongue depressor can feed a child in Zimbabwe for two days.

That's quite a high -fiber diet. At the cost of a tongue depressor, do you

realize the children in this world... It's a joke. It's a joke. I think what

you're doing is really admirable.

I'm sorry. I don't know what I've been going through.

Well, does everybody want the money from the foundation?

Everybody. And they won't leave me alone. Look.

Look.

colon -cantered lobbyists, an alligator briefcase from Hodgkin's disease.

Oh. Diseases have lobbyists? And disaster areas, and poor people, and all

them fighting to make sure their suffering masses get as much as they

What's the thank you gift from the starving children of Ethiopia? This is

unbelievable.

You know what the worst part is?

You're running out of closet space.

They all deserve it. You're still doing good, Norman, no matter what the

decision. But how am I supposed to choose between starving children and

earthquake victims?

How do you calculate what to pay for each kind of suffering?

Some questions can't be answered with the brain. Sometimes you have to use

heart.

What if my decision is wrong? People could die. How am I supposed to deal

that?

Congratulations.

Now you know what it's like to be a doctor.

Al,

you know I wouldn't even ask if it were important.

If you want to go over all the files and reports on Dusty Waldman's murder for

the billionth time, you might get on my end.

Well, I think it's obvious you do care.

And it's obvious you think I'm trying to second -guess you again. I promise you

that's not the case. Mark, I'm sorry. I got three cases I gotta prep for.

Six bodies a day, on average, rolling through my office. I don't have time to

over old ground.

I know that, Al, but it's just that so many things have happened since Michael

Durham was arrested.

I cannot walk away from it with so many questions.

With or without your help, I won't have to get to the bottom of it.

Of course I'll help.

Thanks. You know why?

Because when it turns out that this Dern fellow killed victim number six, I'll

get to say I told you so.

Nothing would make me happier.

All right, now, see, here is a question I'd like to get to the bottom of.

Whatever happened to squeeze bottles at restaurants?

What bonehead thought getting rid of those was a good idea?

So, Mark, your son's on a roll, huh?

Nailing a serial killer and then losing him all in the same morning. That's...

Gotta be so proud.

Thank you.

I may send him a bill, though. I could have parlayed that case into a fortune.

The jury's coming back.

I'll be right there.

So, uh... I thought it was all over.

Seriously, what's going on? I'm curious.

Curious enough to keep a jury waiting?

Hey. Keep me posted, will you?

You'll be the first one I'll call.

I think it's probably time for me to get back to work. I'll keep in touch, Al.

Thank you.

I'm looking for Bobby Scott.

Is that good for you?

He hangs out here.

I know that. You know that. This neighborhood knows that.

Why don't we try again?

I'm looking for Bobby Scott.

Consider yourself refused.

Give me a break, will you?

Had no sleep and 92 cups of coffee. I really don't need this. You looking for

Bobby Scott?

Let me guess, you never heard of him. I didn't say that.

Bobby said a total stranger made his bail. Was that you?

Look, I want Bobby.

Soon, like tonight.

What do you want?

You can spring a loser like Bobby Scott.

I figure you can do the same thing for my baby brother.

Do you? Yeah.

He's a good kid.

No gangs, no nothing.

He was just in the wrong back seat at the wrong time.

I want him home until the trial. That's what I want.

A fair trade. Bobby Scott for my little brother. What do you say?

Call me.

I'll look into it.

Your brother's as innocent as you say he is. I'll do everything I can.

You a cop?

I'll look into it.

Chilmark Apartments on Spring Street.

The alley entrance.

You stay that long and I'll pop you a show.

Welcome home.

Okay.

I'm ready.

Drop him. But why?

Why? Because when a needle goes through suit pants or wallet with a pair of

boxer shorts, it tends to get a little dull.

But I thought it was just a little poke in the arm. A little? No. Poke? Yes.

Arm? No.

Come on. Have a good old day. Okay.

That's a very big needle.

Very big target.

Okay, just get it off with.

All right.

Okay, one down, 13 to go.

What? Stay still, stay still. This has to seep into the tissue slowly.

You're going to give me 13 more shots?

Norman, you are going to Zimbabwe through Nairobi and in Cairo.

Even for the short time you're there, you're going to be exposed to some very

nasty stuff, including a few subtropical beauties that can really mess you up.

Like? Like the stuff that these other 13 shots are for.

Paratyphoid, schistosomiasis, dengue fever, that kind of stuff. Oh, God.

What was that? Okay. What was that? That was diphtheria. It's by diphtheria. By

diphtheria. Come on, Jesse, we gotta go. Oh, I was hoping I could get through

life without seeing that. Oh, I'll be in the ladies' room.

Did you know it was me?

Oh, God.

You're right.

What, do you have cholera?

Cholera. I don't have cholera.

Hurry up.

You know, for an actress model that no one ever heard of before, Dusty Goldman

did just fine for herself.

And that show collection, that would have cost me a year's salary.

Not to mention her floor is still... Since when are you allergic to roses,

anyway? Oh, it's all psychosomatic.

It's what's commonly referred to at all my high school reunions as the prom

night boot and ear syndrome.

Don't ask. I wouldn't dream of it. Okay, so a four -hour inventory of everything

in the victim's house. What do we have?

Terminal allergies.

So, Jesse, what do we have? Come on. I'm telling you.

Hi. Uh, excuse me.

I don't mean to bother you, but wasn't Dusty Woolman your neighbor?

If we could just talk to you for a minute. Oh, I've been talked to. Between

police and the tabloids, I'm sure there's a question I haven't been asked.

And whoever you are, I'll tell you the same thing I told them. I wasn't here

night she was killed, so I can't help you, and I wish you'd let the poor woman

rest in peace.

There, there, Dusty. Maybe it's too soon to talk about the murder of your big

sister.

We'll leave and we'll come back another time when you've had more time to

breathe. You're Dusty's brother?

Well, don't you see the resemblance?

Well, of course I should have recognized you immediately.

Oh, I'm sorry. Please, we don't have to do this out here.

Thank you.

Very kind.

Oh, what beautiful roses.

Thank you.

I'm sorry. I was so rude.

Don't apologize, Mrs. Underwood. This must be horrible for you. Well, I don't

mind cooperating with the police, of course, but those tabloid people. I can

only imagine what Michael Dern's neighbors must be going through.

Look at you. You're pale as a ghost.

Oh, I'm fine.

No, you're not.

It must be terrible what you're going through.

If only you knew.

Go in the kitchen. There are some fresh cinnamon rolls on the stove.

Oh, that's okay. I...

Young man, I want you to put something in your stomach.

Well, thanks. Jessie, I'm sure Mrs. Underwood would want you to get

eat.

Kitchen's right through there.

Actually, I'm glad we have a moment alone.

Before I put my foot in my mouth with Dusty's brother, tell me, how much does

know about his late sister's lifestyle?

Such as?

Such as her relationship with that man who destroyed her.

Relationship? You could call it that.

She loved him.

He bought her that townhouse and everything in it, and then, as far as

concerned, he held her prisoner there the last couple of years. Wait, a gas

station attendant can hardly afford townhouses such as these.

Gas station attendant?

Michael Dern is a gas station attendant.

Oh, yes, I believe I heard that on the news.

What about him?

Well, you said whoever killed Dusty Woolman bought her that townhouse.

Oh, I said the man who destroyed her.

What was his name again?

She never told me his name.

Six feet tall, mid -forties, short brown hair, and married. That's all I know.

Did you mention him to the police?

I didn't see any reason to.

Well, considering their relationship, he might have been considered a suspect.

Oh, no, no. Actually, he was out of town that night.

I know because she came over here madder than a hornet because she wasn't going

with him like he promised.

Excuse me, Mrs. Underwood. I put in some of those cinnamon rolls, but I need

some oven mitts. Oh, I'll be right there, dear.

Thanks.

There is one more thing I think you should know.

It will probably come out sooner or later, so maybe you should tell the

man.

So the autopsy confirmed that Dusty Woolman was pregnant when she was

According to Mrs. Underwood, Dusty's lover broke it off with her when she

him because she refused to have an abortion.

Nice guy.

Mrs. Underwood's sentiments, exactly.

But she said that if Dusty's lover had anything to do with her murder, she

be happy to help us out and try to bust him. Matter of fact, she's with a sketch

artist right now.

Oh, good work, ladies and gentlemen. Hey, thanks.

What are you taking credit for?

What, for finding Mrs.

Underwood's oven mitten?

He shoots.

He scores.

Bobby Scott.

Scott, comma, Bobby.

Oh, yeah, yeah, right. We did the autopsy on that. Oh, three points.

I just got this, too. Here, try one. I need a copy of the file.

Why? Is this your plain old run -of -the -mill drug overdose?

Maybe. Maybe not.

Watch this.

Nothing but Ned.

I think he killed Michael Dern.

A total stranger made his bail, and 12 hours after he walks, before anyone

question him, he dies.

With a wallet full of $100 bills and a bag of pure heroin.

Now, does that sound run -of -the -mill to you?

Okay, you need to see his file.

On one condition.

Try a three -pointer.

Al, I've got better things to do.

Come on, Steve, loosen up.

You missed. I made mine. I won. You owe me five bucks.

Who said anything about five bucks?

Oh, come on, Steve. It's standard morgue procedure.

Thank you.

I want my dad to see this right away.

Can I use your fax?

Yes, up the hall, first floor to your left.

Hey, when you come back, maybe we'll go for best eight out of ten.

Oh, I'll look forward to that, Al.

to do it, but your own wife would swear that looks exactly like you.

You and I have never liked each other, but I thought we at least had more

professional respect for each other than this. Will you pardon?

I'm not sure whether you're trying to hurt me or humiliate me.

Whichever it is, congratulations.

You're succeeding beautifully.

Um, I had a mistress.

Her name was Dusty. I loved her.

Not in the same way that I love my wife, but every bit as much.

If you choose to judge me for this, go right ahead, frankly. I don't give one

single damn about your opinion of me.

Andrew, your morality, or lack of it, has so little to do with... But not for

one minute will I sit here and have you bring up again the pain I've been

through since the night that she was murdered.

Just out of curiosity, where were you that night?

What did you say to me?

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I make it sound as if I meant something by that? Really, that

wasn't my intention.

Let's try it this way. I spent that night with my father.

Went to bed at about 1 a .m.

Now, how about you?

Are you willing to take my word for it, or do you prefer videotape?

I was at a National Bar Association meeting in New Orleans.

Well, that was nothing to get so defensive about, was it?

By the way, I almost forgot.

You've defended a lot of drug dealers, right?

Do you happen to know where I could get a nice, big bag of chemically pure

heroin?

I don't think that we have anything else to say to each other.

Andrew, wait. Just seriously.

I want to offer my condolences. There was a terrible tragedy. Don't know about

it. Thank you.

To lose the woman you love so suddenly and violently is a shock enough.

But your unborn child...

Can't that wait till we get to Mother's?

Ah, I'm going alone again, aren't I? Give her my love.

Andrew, we can leave right after dinner.

Besides, she hasn't seen you in weeks. I spend all day arguing for a living. I

don't need to come home to it.

I think it's time you told me what's wrong. And don't say it's nothing.

been snapping at me for days now.

I'm always irritable when I don't get enough time alone with you. You know

God, how I miss believing lines like that.

Wait up for me.

Tell me what it's about.

Don't make me find out some other way.

We don't want to go through that again, do we?

Leah, with all my heart, I do love you.

That I believe.

Wait up.

up on a bathing suit?

You idiot. What are you thinking coming here?

You took a chance on my wife seeing us together.

I know your wife isn't home. You apparently don't and I'm an idiot?

Let's slip through the gate after she drove out, okay?

Do you grill out here a lot? I would.

Al, Al, listen to me.

This is too dangerous.

You have to leave.

Seriously. I'll call you tomorrow.

You keep saying that, but you never do.

It's not safe for us to have any contact until everything quiets down. Don't you

get that?

After everything quiets down, I'll be retired on a beach in Costa Rica.

You see, but I can't do that without my money.

You know, I just happen to be in the neighborhood, so I decided to stop by

pick it up.

I don't give that kind of cash laying around.

You're not putting me off, are you? Because that wouldn't be fair. Now, I've

held up my end of this deal all the way down the line.

You must be kidding.

What?

Andrew.

You wanted your mistress dead. I killed her. You wanted the police to blame

Michael Dern. They do. I arranged to get rid of him. I took care of Bobby Scott.

Everything you've asked, I've done.

Now, all I'm asking in return is the money you promised me. If you'd done

everything I'd asked and done it right, Mark Sloan and the son wouldn't be

sniffing around asking questions, would they? So they're asking questions. So

what? Everything's covered.

Al, for God's sake, wake up. I can't pay you right now.

understand. Thanks to your sloppiness, I'm being watched now.

You think a substantial bank withdrawal would go unnoticed?

Whether it's traced to a large deposit at your end or not, it doesn't matter.

still causes me more problems than I intend to put up with.

You can't do this. You can't back out on me. Now, I need that money now.

I have no choice.

The way things stand, I have an airtight alibi for the night that Dusty was

murdered.

and no traceable connection between you and me. If I give you the money, that

changes. Wouldn't you rather give me the money than have me tell Detective Sloan

everything I know? You can't do that without confessing to murder, Al.

I appreciate everything you did. I'm sorry that things didn't work out, but

can't be helped.

So, why don't you just run along now before my wife gets home, and I'll see

around, okay?

No. You have got to pay me. I depended on this. My whole life depended on this.

Who do you think you're talking to? Keep your hands off me.

apparently you don't understand who you're talking to is this help what are

doing

As soon as EME's done with him, let's get the body out of here.

Guys, hold it down, please. One at a time. I haven't got a whole lot to say.

What I can tell you at this point is that Andrew King, a Los Angeles criminal

attorney, has been declared dead from what appears to be a self -inflicted

gunshot wound.

That's it. Thank you.

Thank you, everybody.

So now what?

Now what is right.

Every time we're about to close in on the killer, they die.

Such a coincidence. First Michael Dern, then Bobby Scott, and now Andrew King.

We don't know who Andrew King killed anybody.

Except himself, apparently.

Well, he certainly didn't murder his mistress. I checked. He was 2 ,000 miles

away in New Orleans that night. Well, if he didn't kill her and Michael Dern

didn't kill her, who did?

Wait a minute. Here's a thought.

How about Bobby Scott?

No. No, no, no. Wait a minute. Hear me out for a second. This is good.

Andrew King hires...

Bobby Scott to get rid of Dusty Woolman on a night when King has an airtight

alibi and to simply make it look identical to the serial murders, which

Scott had no possible way of knowing how to do.

Not to mention the fact that he was in jail that night.

Get some coffee. You guys good?

You know, Jesse's right about one thing.

I am? Well, not exactly right, but I think you're on the right track when you

say that Andrew King is right in the middle.

You see, that's exactly what I was getting at. So King's conscience

got to him and he killed himself? What?

Doesn't a man have to have a conscience before he can get the best of him?

True. So we can rule out grief over the death of the mistress he got pregnant

and promptly dumped.

Fear we were about to expose him?

He wasn't afraid of us. He was furious.

So why did he kill himself?

That's a question I'd like an answer to.

And me too.

It's still not going to help us with the Dusty Woolman murder.

Because like it or not, this guy had two things going for him. An alibi and no

way of knowing enough to pull off a copycat killing.

Oh, hi, Mark. I haven't done one of these in a while.

How's my hair?

Oh, it looks fine. It looks fine now.

Oh. Hi.

Good morning.

Uh...

I've concluded the autopsy of Andrew... Can't hear you over here.

I'm sorry.

I have concluded the autopsy of Andrew King,

and I can confirm with absolute certainty that Mr. King died of a single

-inflicted gunshot wound that pierced the left ventricle and exited out the

back.

As a result of my findings, the district attorney has ruled his death a suicide

and closed the case.

And you are?

Very sorry for the family.

No, your name. Who are you? Oh, examiner Dr. Albert Blank, but call me now.

I've got all of King's financial records right here.

He definitely didn't kill himself over money, probably. As it turns out, the

only person in the city richer than Andrew King was his wife.

No wonder he didn't want to risk his marriage on some pregnant model slash

actress.

Okay, I'm ready. What else you got? Well, there was no unusually large cash

withdrawal from any of King's accounts in the days or weeks preceding the

murder. And no large deposits into the accounts of anyone involved in the

investigation, including Dr.

Albert Blank.

Oh, good.

I felt bad that it even occurred to anybody. I had to know.

Might I say that's a lovely shade of red you're wearing.

Thank you very much.

His last words to me were, I love you.

And he did from the day we met.

But after so many years together, he didn't even leave me a note.

Well, did he seem depressed or under a particular amount of stress?

Have you ever been involved with a complicated man, Dr. Lucas?

It's Amanda.

And yes, once years ago, in his case, I finally realized I'd come up

with a polite word just to keep from facing what a loser he was.

Then you weren't really in love with him. No.

Andrew required space.

His career, his long hours, his moods. And I gave it to him.

I only asked questions when he... He became a little too self -involved at my

expense. That was the one thing I wouldn't tolerate.

I... I asked questions last night.

He didn't live long enough to answer them.

Whatever he would have told me, I can assure you, I'd already stayed with him

through worse.

That's what makes this so hard to understand.

You didn't believe your husband committed suicide?

No, I don't.

But then again, I don't want to.

Well, he certainly had everything to live for. I mean, he was lucky enough to

have you, a full and successful life.

Was there anyone he didn't know?

Only a handful of lesser Democrats.

And a hell of a tennis player, too.

Actually, we both were.

I quit on basic principle about a year ago.

No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't make myself deliberately lose

him. He quit on doctor's orders.

Dad, King's medical record just came in.

Okay, now, Andrew King killed himself over some debilitating physical

We don't know.

Oh,

please. What? Oh, files from Dick Redman's office.

Who's Dick Redman?

The most expensive sports doctor in town.

A criminal attorney with his own sports doctor?

You've got to love this town. Why would anybody but an athlete need a sports

doctor? They wouldn't. It's just a great name to drop at parties.

We're supposed to see doctors so we can drop their names at parties?

I've got to get out more.

Maybe I was gentle quick to judge here.

My God, you're not going to believe that.

At this point, I'll believe anything.

What is it? Look.

Fascinating.

Now, do you mind telling me what I'm looking at? The solution to our mystery

behind the suicide.

Well, it's about time. Let's hear it. Why did Andrew King kill himself?

He didn't.

So what is carpal tunnel syndrome exactly, besides painful?

Well, it's the compression of the nerve in the arm and the wrist.

And the hand, it can be extremely painful and extremely weakening, too.

Andrew King's case, extreme enough that he was scheduled for surgery.

So, in other words, this man we found dead with a gun in his right hand

have been able to even hold the gun, much less pull the trigger. He was

murdered. And Blank confirmed it as a suicide.

I'm going to have to report this, Dad.

You may have to do more than that.

If I tried real hard, I might be able to make excuses for some of his mistakes,

but... Not this one. This is too big. This is too obvious.

So he deliberately covered up a murder.

I wonder if that's all he did.

Well, you ought to forget about reporting him. You should pick him up.

I think you're right.

All right.

See you later. I'll be here.

Hey, Jack, has Albert Blank been in?

Yeah. He was here until about a half an hour ago.

Did he say where he was headed when he took off? I already tried his house.

Sorry. I didn't know he ever went anywhere besides here, home, and the

Well, if you hear from him or if he comes back in, would you call me at this

number? Please, it's urgent.

No problem.

This is about your dad having King's body returned to the morgue, isn't it?

What, you know about that?

Blank was having a beer with the driver when the call came in to transport him.

He missed some great one -liners, I'll tell you.

Like King finally catching that ambulance he's been chasing.

Blank heard the order to take King's body back to the morgue? He left right

after.

Hello, you've reached the Livingston's. Please leave a message and we'll get

right back to you.

Amanda, it's Mark.

Look, I know it's a Sunday and the morgues close, but I'm doing a second

report on Andrew King.

I could use some help.

Give me the phone, Mark.

Bio.

Yeah, it's Lauren. I need backup at the city morgue right away.

Pull it.

Dad? No, Steve, it's Amanda. Where's your dad? I've been calling everywhere.

I need to find him. I spoke to King's wife, and as it turns out, the man had

carpal tunnel syndrome. No, he couldn't have killed himself.

Look, I can't talk now.

Why? What's going on?

Where's Mark?

He's at the morgue with Al Blank. You may be trying to kill him. I'm on my

Relax, Mark.

Is your pillow okay? Are you comfortable?

You know, maybe it's because I've been rooting around in corpses my whole life,

but I'm not sure dying's that big a deal.

There have been times when I thought that the deceased was having a better

than I was.

Al, I thought we were friends, Al.

You tolerate me.

Just a little more patient than most.

You know who did respect me, if only for a little while?

Andrew King.

Andrew King used you.

He wanted a job done that took a lot of intelligence and trust and courage, and

he came to me.

He didn't pay you, did he, Al?

Is that why you killed him?

So I end up in a hole in Mexico or somewhere instead of Costa Rica. I can

use those Spanish tapes I bought. I'm getting pretty good, too.

Mi zapatos con azul.

My shoes are blue.

Not that I have blue shoes, but I can always get some, huh?

Why couldn't you have just left it alone?

You can't kill me here. An idiot could figure this out.

You see how you underestimate me?

What are you doing?

Dry ice, Mark.

You should know.

When inhaled in an enclosed space over a period of time, it causes the body to

fill with CO2 and suffocate.

The blood cells release CO2 even in a natural death.

I did an autopsy on a body once. Missed the whole thing. It's funny.

If the murderer hadn't confessed, he would have gotten away with a perfect

crime.

It's remarkable.

I mean, no one can tell the difference. Isn't that great?

Not for the victim.

Your body will be found in your car in a couple of hours, and all the experts

will call it a heart attack.

Al, don't do this.

I hope the pain was more.

I really mean that.

up all the exits.

My dad.

be anywhere.

Find them.

Blake!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come here.

There's no pulse. He's not breathing. I'm ventilating.

Go over blank.

Don't try it. You'll never make it.

One, two, three, four, five.

If

you've

done anything with my father, you're going to wish I'd dropped you.

He's okay.

Thank you.

You're going to be okay, Mark.

Mark, you were great in court today.

Didn't feel great testifying against Al Blank.

The man tried to kill you.

I just kept thinking maybe I could have been more help to him over the years.

You were a friend to him.

Oh, well, that's why I wish I could have done more for him.

Hey, at least it's all over now. All except for the penalty phase.

Well, the jury heard your story, and you won't have to testify against Al Blank

again. I'm not going to.

You're going to testify for Al Blank? Well, Al did a lot of good for a lot of

years. I don't know if it'll make the difference between life without parole

the death sentence, but I just think the jury ought to hear it.

You're an amazing man, Dr. Sloan.

Now, between you and me, come on. What happened to your finger?

If I tell you what happened to this finger, my amazing status will go out

window. Come on, Mark, just tell me.

Norman, I thought you were cleaning up after that earthquake in Addis Ababa.

I wrapped it up in time and made it back to finish up some hospital business,

and it's all because of sweet Amanda.

Me? Well, Dr. Livingston told me to think with my heart and not with my

calculator.

So, I wrote the biggest check I could. You should have seen their faces. You

know, the heart is the teacher.

Doctor's lounge.

Yes, she's here. Hold on.

That's the foundation.

Probably calling to say job well done.

Yes.

Yes.

I see.

Sure.

Of course.

Who do you want?

Me.

New York immediately.

For promotion?

Official reprimand.

There are 12 people on the board who can think with their hearts. They hired me

to bring my cold analytical skills to the process.

I see any more unapproved overtime in your department is coming out of your

salary.

Okay, I'm going back to work now.

Norman, I wouldn't do that. Why not?

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