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Oh, you would be a knockout in this.

A thong bikini?

Not in public, darling, but in private for you.

So what do you think?

Well, Brazil looks like hog heaven, but the crime rate's so high.

How about Tahiti?

Sunny days, balmy nights.

Me in a thong bikini.

Can I help it? You're so sexy.

Once my husband is dead, we can go anywhere we want.

I gotta go.

Can't keep our accomplice waiting.

Oh.

We forgot something.

Yeah.

Thank you, darling.

We'll see you later. Okay.

here somewhere no i'm excited about lecturing your class on pathology and

a lot for taking time out to go over the material with me what's wrong well i

can't find my glasses oh i don't know how to tell you this but um

oh no

i remember when this first

happened to my father i thought oh guys it's an old fogey now

I tried to help him up out of the chair, too.

That's considerate. Oh, he kicked me.

Now I know just exactly how he feels.

Don't tell Steve.

I won't. But who's going to help you up?

Why, you young whippersnapper. You go to your room. I'm going.

Isn't that Claire Whitfield?

Oh, yeah. She called and said she wanted to talk to me.

Hi, Mark. Hi, Amanda.

I didn't know she was your patient.

She isn't. Her husband, Elliot, is.

Nothing's wrong.

Am I interrupting?

Not at all. He's all yours.

Thanks, Amanda.

You're a guy.

Bye -bye.

Well, you look great.

Oh.

I haven't seen you since you ran that big charity ball for the pediatric ICU.

Thank you very much. Oh, my pleasure.

If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll tell you a secret.

Well, tell us all.

My charity work is totally selfish.

Sometimes, Mark, a second wife isn't accepted by her husband's friends, so

way to impress them is to prove you have substance as well as the obvious.

You're way too modest. Your charity work's tireless and selfless.

What can I do for you?

I'm worried about Elliot.

I'm afraid his snoring might indicate sleep apnea.

Can you describe the snoring?

It shakes the walls.

I wear earplugs, but that's not the problem.

Several times at night, Mark, he stops breathing, just stops.

When he starts breathing again, he gasps, but he doesn't wake up.

That's sleep apnea, and it can be very, very dangerous.

I've told Elliot that, but he won't believe me.

Will you talk to him, Mark?

Of course I will. I'll call him in the office.

Oh, he's in Chicago on a business trip. He'll be back tomorrow.

I know.

I'm having a fundraising party tomorrow.

Will you come?

Bring Amanda?

I'll check with Amanda. I'm sure we'd love to.

Thank you.

Mark, I feel so much better.

You know, Claire, that... noticing that bruise, how'd that happen?

Oh, I tripped coming out of the shower, bumped my face on the door.

Listen, I'm going to be late for a meeting.

Just a minute.

I've known Elliot for a long time.

I know he's got a temper.

Did he do that?

He's my husband, and I love him.

He needs help, I know that, but... Please, can we not talk about this right

Joseph. Thank you for coming.

Oh, good.

I'm not the only old fogey here.

You know, you can tell the difference between a coot and a fogey.

So the one laughing at his own jokes, that's the coot. The one who's not

cracking a smile, that's the old fogey.

I'm not a fogey. Of course you're not a fogey. I'm a coot.

Mark. Elliot.

I've never seen you without your white coat. You clean up good.

Amanda, you look lovely. Thank you. You have a gorgeous home. Oh, thank you.

Amanda, Mark, I'd like you to meet Dorothy Gooden, Elliot's invaluable

assistant. Hello, Dorothy. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you, too. Hello.

What a beautiful cameo. Is it antique?

My grandmother's. Thank you.

Elliot, how are you feeling?

Terrific. Whitfield Corp stocks have split two for one.

That's all I can man.

I wasn't talking about that.

May I have a word?

Oh, sure.

Excuse us.

Elliot, I've been a little concerned you might have a condition called sleep

apnea. It's potentially very dangerous.

I know it is.

But I don't even snore, so how can I have sleep apnea?

At your permission.

Claire came to see me. She's worried.

You know, Claire's as close to perfect as a woman can get.

But she suffers from a vivid imagination.

We all need champagne.

Elliot, please listen to Mark. I'm worried sick about you. There's no

Yes, there is. Why are you being so stubborn?

At least admit that you snore.

I give up.

Excuse me.

Claire, what is going on? I am not sick and you know it.

If you're not sick, I am.

Sick of your affair with Dorothy.

Affair? What affair?

Are you out of your mind?

Please, Elliot, you're hurting me. Is there a problem?

Elliot, we have to talk.

Not now, Mark.

Thank you all. See you next week, three o 'clock.

Hi. Hi.

Everything all right? Everything's fine, thank you. I have been doing some

research on sleep apnea. It seems that the sleep deprivation alone could cause

severe mood swings.

So if we can just cure the sleep apnea, maybe Elliot will... Calm down?

Yeah.

You're such an exceptional woman, Claire. I just can't imagine any man

you badly.

That's so sweet of you, Mark.

Good idea.

Why don't you tape Elliot's snoring?

I'll play it for him, and he'll have to admit it.

You are a genius.

Why didn't I meet you ten years ago?

Essentially life -threatening.

Oh.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to call Elliot.

The sooner we get him into treatment, the better.

Yes, this is Mark Sloan. May I speak to Elliot Whitfield, please?

I'll wait.

All right. I understand.

Well, would you ask him to call Mark Sloan?

Yes, thank you.

Sounds like Elliot is avoiding me, Claire.

But he's not going to call you back, Mark.

Unfortunately, I have an AMA meeting tonight. I'd cancel, but I'm speaking.

Oh, dear.

Look, I'll be there the first thing in the morning with this.

Thank you.

Claire.

Did Elliot do that?

Oh, it's nothing.

Yes, it is.

You get to do something about that.

I'm a big girl.

I'll be careful.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Whitfield.

We have no more available suites.

All right, I'll take a room.

Your credit card, please.

I'm going to need a 6 a .m. wake -up.

No problem.

Michael will take you to your room.

Thank you.

Enjoy your stay. I will.

No, thank you.

Will there be anything else?

No, that'll be it.

Did you have a nice day?

Yes. Yourself? Good.

Have a pleasant evening. Thank you.

So far, so good. Now for the fun part.

You know, Elliot, sometimes I could just strangle that Marcia Donner.

She kept the meeting going on forever, just yammering about centerpieces, as if

every fundraiser in town doesn't use pink and white carnations.

I said, Marcia...

It's time to do something daring like tulips.

Are you listening to me, Elliot?

Of course, dear.

I swear, Elliot, as much as I love my charity work... There's something wrong,

dear.

I feel dizzy.

What's in the milk?

Just something to help you sleep.

Who is it?

He's my lover.

Come on.

Would you just get him in bed?

I'm trying.

You want to help me? Security patrol will be here any minute. They'll see my

car.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Oh, man.

Where's the key?

In the file of facts.

Where'd you leave it? I don't know.

Maybe it's in your room. Come on, I'll help you look for it.

Yes, this is Mrs.

Whitfield in 359.

Do you have a message for me?

Oh, that's terrific.

I'll pick it up in the morning.

I left my file of facts at the desk. They're holding it for me.

Great. Everything's cool. I'll get going.

What's your hurry?

Claire, the housekeeper sent me out. Oh, Mark, thank God you're here. I didn't

know what to do.

Let me have a look.

I'm so sorry.

It's my fault.

I never should have left him last night.

Last night, Elliot became very angry again because he thought that I had

purposely embarrassed him in front of you the other day.

After what I saw when I walked in that den, he should have been embarrassed.

Well, he didn't see it that way.

And when I tried to defend myself, he only became angrier.

Did he hit you?

I was so frightened, Mark, so I left. I went to the Bellefontaine Hotel.

I knew things couldn't go on the way they were, but I love... I

love Talia.

Claire, if it's any comfort at all, you did the right thing, leaving.

And you can't feel guilty, because there's no way on earth you could have

this was going to happen.

That is a comfort, Mark.

You.

Your comfort.

and try and rest. I'm going to take care of everything. I'll call the coroner.

I'll accompany Elliot to the hospital.

And I'll send something over to help you rest, all right?

Thank you.

That's so kind of you.

Uh, hi, Mark.

Hi. Back trouble?

No. Not yet, but you know, at my age, it could pop any time.

Oh, would you stop? At your age, Beethoven wrote his best symphonies.

because he could find his glasses.

What do you got?

Well, my preliminary examination of Elliot Woodfield indicates asphyxiation

consistent with severe sleep apnea. Uh -huh. Any anomalies? Just some deep

scratches on the back of his hand.

That's funny. I don't remember seeing any scratches on his hand at the party,

because it was a couple of days ago.

They say one of the first things that goes with your power is observation.

No, that's me.

No, it isn't.

Well, whatever you've got isn't going anywhere, trust me.

Now, are you going to sign this death certificate or are you going to continue

to grumble? I'm going to grumble. Coots, grumble. That's what we do. It's our

job.

Okay, I'm signing.

Here you go. Thanks.

Now, if you need me, I'm going to beat the Whitfields. Now, tell Claire if

there's anything I can do.

I will. Thanks, Amanda.

I'm going to have to start planning Elliot's funeral.

His colleagues are going to be coming in from all over the country. I know.

Claire, before I release Elliot's body, there's just one thing that kind of

puzzles me. What's that?

Apparently, they found some deep scratches on Elliot's left hand.

Do you know how that happened?

Well, it's a little awkward, but you and Elliot fight.

I'm so ashamed, Mark.

Elliot tried to slap me, and to defend myself, I scratched his hand.

You know, that's kind of odd.

What? Well, it looks like if Elliot was going to slap you, you would have

scratched the front of his hand, not the back.

Mark, you know, the argument with Elliot was so upsetting, I honestly can't

remember what happened.

I understand.

Don't think any more about it.

Is everything about the same as it was when you found Elliot?

I haven't touched a thing.

Broken glass.

Looks like milk residue.

That's odd.

It looks like Elliot was drinking milk and dropped the glass.

But there's no milk on the floor, so obviously he finished that first glass.

He had a glass of milk every night.

Yeah, I know. I suggest that he take some milk with his arthritis medicine.

But two full glasses, that is a lot of milk for a guy like this bourbon.

You know, I think I'll take this with me.

Why would you do that?

Oh, it's just me.

I, uh, if I notice one little thing that seems a little off, then it gets stuck

in my mind, and all of a sudden every little detail's important.

Drives my son nuts.

Oh, I almost forgot why I came.

Claire, since death and sleep apnea, so...

Think it would be wise to do an autopsy, don't you?

Mark, I know you're right. I just can't bear to think of Elliot being violated

that way.

I know it's difficult.

It's just that I want to make sure I didn't overlook something.

Think about it, will you?

I promise.

All right. If you need anything at all, you call me.

I will.

The milk glass tested negative for everything except for milk. But the

piece of glass had significant traces of a powerful sedative, deterol.

Oh, you can't imagine how sorry I am to hear that.

You didn't prescribe deterol?

No. And Elliot didn't take any sedatives.

Well, under the circumstances, we don't have any choice. Do a full -body autopsy

on Elliot Whitfield.

I can't. Taylor Mortuary came by two hours ago to pick up Elliot Whitfield's

body. Well, they'll have to bring him back.

Well, I couldn't refuse the release of the body. You signed the death

certificate. Right.

I think I may have just jumped the... Hello? Mr. Taylor?

Yeah, Mark Sloan over at Community General.

I'm sorry, but we've had a bit of a glitch in our procedure over here. I'm

to have to ask you to bring back Elliot Whitfield's body.

Cremated?

Yeah, thank you, Mr. Taylor.

Sorry to bother you.

I think they've been conned.

I shouldn't have come. I'm interrupting.

Oh, no, no. I have to see you. Please come in.

I thought you were nice when I met you.

Usually when I'm with the Whitfields, people act like I'm invisible.

Not that I blame them. I mean, I'm not anybody.

Maybe you wouldn't mind if I talked to you about... Dorothy, listen.

Listen, I realize that you and Elliot Woodfield worked closely together, that

died suddenly, and you must be very upset.

That's why I'm here.

Well, if it helps to talk.

Elliot didn't snore.

And how would you know that?

Sometimes on business trips,

Mr. Whitfield would take a nap in my

room.

I see.

Well, in that case, you would know.

Dorothy, would you be willing to testify to this?

My parents would be very upset.

In fact, if anybody asked, I was never here.

I just thought somebody should know.

Well, um, that's it. Thanks for your time.

Well, look, if you ever need to talk, I'd be really happy to.

Mark,

you were right.

Claire, we've got a problem.

What is it? I sent Helios milk glass and a piece of glass to the lab. Standard

procedure. The piece of glass came back positive for Deterol.

Deterol? It's a very powerful sedative.

Now, my son, the cop, wants to open an investigation. That is, unless you and I

can come up with some answers.

A police investigation?

Yeah, and since I signed the decedent, you can see how embarrassing it's going

to be for me.

Oh, Mark, how awkward for you. Exactly.

So how did that Deterol get in his milk?

Maybe Elliot went to another doctor who prescribed it for him.

Yeah, that's entirely possible.

It's also possible somebody might have slipped that drug in his milk.

You know, but who and why?

It doesn't make any sense.

No, it doesn't.

Oh, poor Elliot.

Secretly taking sedatives.

If only he would have let us help him. Well, Clary, you tried.

I mean, we both tried.

Oh, Steve had a question that's a real puzzler.

Listen to this.

This is the tape that you made of Elliot snoring.

Sound familiar?

Yes, that's Elliot.

Okay. Now, Steve took the tape to the lab.

Takes everything to the lab, including his lunch, I think.

Very strange guy.

Sorry to hear that.

Now, this is the same tape enhanced.

You hear that?

There's traffic noises.

Your house is so secluded. How can there be traffic noises?

Oh, Mark, I am so sorry. I thought I told you.

We were in Las Vegas the weekend I taped Elliot snoring. Our hotel room was

right on the strip.

Oh, my God, dear, that.

I'm going to tell Steve. I'm always telling him the cops are just too

suspicious.

Well, I'm late for rounds.

Call me if you need anything.

You are so sweet. I'll call.

Okay.

What's Lund asking questions?

Mrs. Bishop?

Great. So what now? Calm down, Max. Our little videotape will keep Mark in his

place.

Your phone?

Yeah.

What can I do for you?

Max Halleck. Elliot Whitfield hired me to follow his wife.

For what reason?

Old guy, young wife.

He thought you might be cheating.

So?

So, in light of Whitfield's sudden demise, I thought you might be

some of my findings.

This is a videotape of Claire Whitfield with a man.

And just so you don't have to plot for the whole thing, I took the liberty of

lifting a few stills for you.

What makes you think I'd be interested?

That tape and these pictures make it look like I'm having an affair with

Whitfield. Yeah, they do.

Get you some more coffee? I'm getting my own coffee. What, do you think I'm too

old to pour coffee anymore?

According to those pictures, you're not too old to do anything.

My relationship with Claire Whitfield is entirely innocent.

Dad, I know I'm kidding. Well, I knew that.

And we both know that Elliot Whitfield was murdered.

Yeah, but I need evidence to open an investigation.

Can you talk to the DA?

Sure. I'll have to show him those pictures.

And the first question he's going to ask is, what is the doctor who's having an

affair with the wife doing signing the husband's death certificate? Do me a

favor. Don't talk to the DA.

I guess I could investigate this unofficially. I was kind of hoping you'd

that.

Hello, Mark.

We're in trouble.

What?

Do you realize how those make us look?

Oh, Mark.

No. Oh, this is terrible.

Who would want to do this to us? I don't know.

That one was taken in your bedroom.

And I think we better have a look around up there.

Let me see that.

Well, that's over here.

Had to be there.

Bought pretty high -tech toys, too.

Did you have this installed?

I didn't even know it was there.

I think I know what happened.

You better sit down, Claire.

What? What is it?

There's no easy way to say this.

The man who took those pictures was a private investigator Elliot hired.

He thought you were having an affair.

Oh, Mark, no.

Afraid so.

Probably the P .I. installed this camera.

Elliot wanted to know what you were doing when he was out of town.

Make sense?

Yes, and it's very humiliating.

You certainly deserve better.

I appreciate that.

You know, one thing does puzzle me, girl.

What's that?

Some of those pictures were taken after Elliot was dead.

And there's no disc in this recorder.

You follow me so far?

No, not exactly.

Well, there's an elaborate alarm system in this house. How did he get in to get

the disc?

Oh, Mark, the housekeeper told me that there was an electrician here the day I

went to the hospital.

I just assumed that Elliot had called him. Probably spying on you, waiting for

his opportunity.

Do you think this detective had anything to do with Elliot's death?

I don't know.

Look, I want to get on this.

I'll call you.

Maybe we can have dinner if you're up to it. I would like that.

Good.

Thank you for coming in, Mr. Turner. Always a pleasure to cooperate with the

police. And good for business? Absolutely.

Why did Elliot Whitfield hire you?

Mr. Whitfield had a certain concern about Mrs. Whitfield. What kind of

He thought Mrs.

Whitfield's eyes might be roving.

He wanted to verify his suspicions or not.

And were they verified?

I observed Mrs. Whitfield in the company of a man who wasn't Mr. Whitfield.

And? They were going into an apartment building.

Did you tell L .A. at Whitfield?

Unfortunately, Mr. Whitfield passed on before I could report this to him.

Is that the man?

Invite me in.

Good.

Thanks.

So what do you want?

A straight answer.

Who hired you to take those photos? Or do you just follow people around

freelance? I told you, Elliot Whitfield hired me. Come on, Elliot Whitfield

hired a PI named William Turner.

Now you want to change your story?

No. With Whitfield's bucks, he could have hired every PI in town.

He was my boss. Take it or leave it.

Whitfield paid Turner by check.

You care to show me your canceled checks?

The old guy paid me in cash.

Who knows why?

Rich people go figure.

Turner tailed Mrs. Whitfield with some guy she was seeing.

He didn't get a name, but he recognized your photograph.

How about that?

Life's full of coincidences.

lie for this case.

If I turn up any other coincidences, you'll be the first to know.

I'd appreciate that.

Well, it's the least I could do for an honest PI.

Let me know when your license is up for review.

I'll put in a word.

That's big of you, sport.

So long.

Of course, you know better than I do, gentlemen, but it seems to me we should

reschedule the stockholders' meeting for next week. Shouldn't we wait till we

have a new CEO?

Elliot considered me his most trusted advisor.

I think he would want me to act as CEO at least temporarily.

Unless you gentlemen have an objection.

No. No objection at all.

We look forward to working with you.

May I second that, Mrs. Whitfield?

I now understand why Elliot valued all of you so highly.

I'll be coming into the office first thing tomorrow morning.

We'll have everything ready.

I'm sure you will.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Thank you. Thank you for coming. Goodbye.

Take care.

Goodbye. Good to see you.

A meeting.

Correct me if I'm nuts, but didn't I just hear you taking over the company?

Temporarily, for appearance's sake.

But our plan was we kill Elliot and then we take off.

But I didn't expect Mark Sloan to be such a big problem.

This is falling apart.

A cop came to see me. I've been ID'd.

Who was the cop?

Steve Sloan, the doc's kid.

Sloan? Yeah.

Well then, Max, if we take off, Sloan will be right behind us.

We've got to let this thing just cool down.

You've changed your mind.

You don't want to be with me.

How could you say that?

All I ever think about is our future together and how wonderful it's going to

be.

You're the only man I've ever really loved.

Do you know that?

Come on.

It's true.

You own me, baby.

and soul.

Okay. I guess you're right.

How about I go to Vegas for a while? That's not such a bad idea.

Only problem is I'm tapped out.

It's not a problem.

Will 10 ,000 do it?

Well, 50.

Would be better.

Oh, Max.

That's a lot of money.

It's very clear.

You don't trust me.

Of course I do.

I love you.

And I trust you.

Nothing and nobody's coming between us.

Oh, I'll get my checkbook.

Thank you all. I think we got a great deal accomplished.

Claire,

got a minute?

Oh, Mark, I'm sorry I'm late for a meeting.

This won't take long. A couple of questions.

Steve talked to the desk clerk at the Bellefontaine Hotel.

He did? Why?

Cops, they check everything.

Anyway, the desk clerk said that the night Elliot died, you were out of your

room part of the night.

But I wasn't.

Why would he say that?

Well, evidently he called you about your appointment book, and he sent a bellhop

up there, and you didn't answer the phone or the door.

I didn't hear the bell or a knock.

I was probably in the shower.

Yeah, I never thought of that.

Anyway, I've been doing some thinking about this tape.

Mark, please, I have already explained to you the traffic noise on that tape.

Oh, of course, you know, the police, they think everybody's lying.

But we know better.

Yes, we do.

But you know, I was just thinking, if the police could prove that that was not

Elliot snoring on that tape, Then they can make a case that you concocted the

whole story.

What story?

Well, Elliot's sleep apnea, even those bruises.

Why would I do that?

Well, so you could kill Elliot and dupe me into signing the death certificate.

Oh, Mark, you mean the police would think that that was me snoring on the

No, I don't think they're that stupid.

But they might think you had an accomplice.

You know, I really do have to go, Mark. Just one more thing.

If it's quick. It is.

This man, do you know him? His name is Max Halleck. He's a private

No. Never seen him.

You know, that's strange because the maid at the hotel swears she saw this

go into your hotel room.

The maid? Mm -hmm.

Well, the maid, Mark, is mistaken.

I have never seen this Halleck.

Well, maybe he knows you then, huh?

Anyway, Steve's picking him up right now. I'm going to bring him down here so

can quit.

Excuse me.

Uh, Sloan.

Hi, Steve.

Oh.

Uh, yeah, thanks for telling me.

Mr. Halleck has gone to Brazil.

You didn't think he'd run out on you, did you, Claire?

Too bad, because you're now facing a murder charge all alone.

Too bad you didn't believe my dad, Claire.

Max bailed.

Of course, if you had believed him, I wouldn't know you had a key to Max's

apartment. That doesn't prove anything.

It proves you lied about knowing Max.

What else have you lied about, Mrs. Whitfield?

Doesn't the law say I have a right to remain silent?

Well, if I'm going to arrest you, I'd just stop by for a chat.

You're fishing, detective.

You think so?

I know so.

And I'm not buying.

You can't arrest me.

Can't even prove I did anything wrong.

Not even cheat on my husband.

But I can't ask you to come down to the precinct and answer a few questions.

Then why would I do that?

You wouldn't.

If you have something to hide.

I don't have anything to hide.

Shall we?

Scott says we're waiting to talk to him.

All right, thanks. Miss Whitfield, would you wait for me in that room there?

Yes, sir.

I'd like to have some coffee.

And Detective Sloan? Yes.

It knocks me out how people get confused about what happened and who did it.

Sometimes people's stories just get weirder and wilder until nothing makes

sense. And what's fact? What's fiction?

What's a lie?

You have to be a shrink to figure it out.

Or a psychic.

Some job, huh?

Now, Mrs. Whitfield, I don't mean to give you a hard time here.

But you did have the key to Max Halleck's apartment.

And we both know you have to explain that.

If I tell you something, it's got to be off the record.

Well, this is the police department. Nothing is off the record.

But we're the only ones in the room.

So anything you say will be your word against mine.

I can't use it in court.

All right.

You were right to a point.

I was having an affair with Max Halleck.

Okay.

So Max was a love of your life?

Don't be ridiculous.

I was slumming.

Max had a certain rough charm, and I lowered my standards.

Hey, it happens.

Especially when you're vulnerable.

You see, Detective, my husband had become increasingly abusive and

he hired Max to follow me. And you spotted him?

Max should find a new career.

No. I was totally oblivious.

Max approached me.

He told me that he'd been following me for weeks. He knew I wasn't cheating.

He thought I should know about Elliot.

Real knight in shining armor, huh?

Pushed all the right buttons.

We had lunch and... One thing led to another.

A mistake that I regret.

But after I saw you in Max's apartment, I realized it was better to admit I'd

been foolish than to deny I knew Max.

This took a lot of guts, Mrs. Whitfield.

You did the right thing.

Thank you.

I appreciate that, Detective.

You know, I feel a lot better.

Well, good for the soul and all.

Mrs. Whitfield, there's something I'd like to show you before you go.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Well, this will just take a minute.

This is your current bank statement.

You see here...

You wrote a check for $50 ,000 to Max Halleck.

That's a lot of money for a tour through the slums.

All right, Detective, if you must know, Max threatened to tell Elliot about my

affair if I didn't pay him off.

So why didn't you tell me this to begin with? Because I didn't think it was

important. Mrs. Whitfield, your story is beginning to sound weirder and wilder.

The man was blackmailing me.

You had to figure that, uh... Elliot would find out about the money missing

your account, and he'd want to know where it went.

Oh, wait. There's a... There's a date on this statement.

Go ahead. Take a look.

Elliot was already dead when you gave the money to Max.

So it couldn't have been blackmail, could it?

Oh, wait. I know.

You paid Max to kill Elliot.

Now, that makes more sense, doesn't it?

Believe me, Detective, you've got this all wrong.

Oh, I am right on the money.

And now Max has taken off. He's in Brazil spending your bucks on other

and you're going to jail.

No.

I am not going to jail because I didn't kill Elliot.

Max did it.

All by himself?

Yes. Well, that changes everything. Why didn't you tell me that? Because Max

threatened to kill me.

Tell me exactly what happened.

When I got home that night, I heard Max and Elliot arguing in the bedroom.

What about?

I don't know.

Max was holding Elliot down on the bed with a pillow covering his face. Elliot

wasn't breathing.

Max threatened to kill me if I told anyone.

Since then, I've been living in terror.

This whole thing has been such a nightmare.

Can you imagine how frightening it's been?

Do you understand what I've been going through?

Max! Max!

Can't let you do that.

Clear plan the whole thing. She wanted Elliot's money, so she hired me to help

her. You liar!

She drugged his milk, he dropped like a rock. Then I put the pillow over him.

You son of a bitch!

You thought you were going to hang this on me, huh?

Shut up! Shut up!

You have the right to remain silent.

Dad, you figured this out. You want to do this? No, you're on a roll. Go ahead.

You have the right to an attorney.

You can afford an attorney. One will be provided by the court.

Thank you, Miss Koch. You can go now.

But why am I here? Am I in trouble?

Oh, no, no. You're very helpful.

But I didn't do anything.

Oh, yes, you did.

Gotta go. Okay.

Yeah, lucked out, you know.

What are you talking about? Luck?

Our plan was brilliant.

Your plan. And it could have backfired.

Max and Claire hadn't confessed, all our evidence would have been thrown out of

court. I'd never made captain, and people think you had affairs with your

patients. We took a big risk, didn't we?

Fun, wasn't it?

Fun?

Dad, are you ever going to grow up?

I don't know. Someday, when I get old.

What are you looking for?

My sunglasses.

Oh.

Maybe they're in your car.

Oh, yeah. I'll check.

Thanks. I'll call you later. See you.

You wanted it. You waited for it. You're always in the middle of some kind of

drama. Wednesday, CBS delivers it. I know it's better to be with me than

me. Keep on dreaming, Blondie. Just the way you always loved it.

What mischief are you up to now? The long -awaited Knott's Landing reunion

begins Wednesday on CBS.

Miss it.