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Mr. Dillon, we can't thank you enough.

The proceeds from this charity cook -off will keep our hot meals program going

for six months anyway.

My pleasure. You know, these promos are good for the network.

Viewers, they like it when you do something good for the community.

Bill's ratings.

Now, can we get this, please? I've got other things to do, you know. Where's

Amanda? She should be here for the photograph.

Say cheese.

I shouldn't have taken that photograph without her. This whole thing was her

idea. No, she's all right.

Five minutes.

Let's go. Let's go. Come on. I've only got two hours to do these promos, you

know. Time is money. Let's go. Professor, is it true what I heard? That

raising your own lamb?

You should both come out to my farm next slaughtering day. There's nothing like

home -grown asparagus with truly fresh lamb chops.

Fresh lamb chops.

It is sick, doesn't it?

It's not a pretty sight.

You should have seen her before she dyed her hair.

What are you talking about?

Marissa Parker's. What are you talking about?

Lambs. Slaughter day.

Oh, yes, well, anyone who eats meat.

Now, where is Dr. Sloan?

He's supposed to be doing that spot with Marissa.

He's looking for Dr.

Bentley. I'll go find him. Okay, go find him.

You know, Amanda's car is out in front, but she's nowhere inside. She's probably

inside by now. I've been waiting for you.

Renee.

You have the promo.

We have plenty of time.

There we go.

I think maybe you are embarrassed a little to be seen as me.

Embarrassed? I am not embarrassed.

Just a little.

You're the one who said that we should keep this our little secret until after

the... Ooh.

Ooh.

Hello.

Welcome. I'm just rendering a half a cup of pancetta for the tri -tip bolognese

we'll be making for the cook -off.

I'll just defrost this beef demi -glace.

Yes, here we go.

Please, join us Thursday for the Celebrity Chef Cook -Off, benefiting

General Hospital, right here on the Cuisine Channel.

Buddy! Oh.

Cut! Keith!

He's crying all over the tri -tip. I'm sorry, Keith. It's these onions.

Wait, wait, whoa!

There was nothing in that microwave to cause it to catch fire.

You think maybe this wasn't an accident?

I don't know.

Is there any reason to suspect why someone might want to kill Marissa?

folks, you know accidents do happen.

It does seem suspicious.

What about the food assistant?

Oh, he'll be fine. They'll take him to the community general.

And Marissa Parkhurst?

Come in.

Oh, sorry. I'll come back when you're dressed. Come in. Come in. I'm dressed.

I've just spoken to my lawyer about suing the company that made that

Obviously, the design is flawed. I could have been killed. Would you look at

this? My follicles are scorched. You know, it might be a good idea to have

looked over at the hospital. You know, you inhale a lot of smoke.

I held my breath. Thanks to yoga, I can suspend breathing for 2 minutes, 41

seconds, and my hair follicles will be fine.

I'm using my own yoga chamomile lanolin hair mask with flaxseed for extra shine.

Miss Parkes, you don't want to take any chances.

It'll only take about an hour.

Doctor. If I had an hour, I'd plan an herb garden.

After this promo, I have a meeting to discuss colors for my line of linens,

followed by a cocktail party to launch my new magazine, followed by dinner with

the designer of my pottery, followed by midnight aerobics.

It sounds like you might have a little problem with insomnia.

Bite your tongue.

Insomnia is the secret of my success.

Tell Keith that I have 50 more minutes scheduled for this promo, and then I'm

out of here, okay?

Okay.

Need anything else?

Not now, but...

Don't go too far.

How do you make it?

Grated carrots.

I mean, what recipe are you making?

Grated carrots.

They're my lunch. I only eat pure foods simply prepared.

Care for one?

No, thanks. I'm trying to cut back.

Some explosion, huh?

Miss Parker, she's pretty popular with the people around here, huh?

Marissa? To know her is to loathe her.

You don't think anybody would... Try and do her any harm, do you?

Harm? I know.

Murder her?

Maybe. Can you tell me you're a surgeon?

Yeah. I hope you won't think me presumptuous, but I need your help.

Desperately. What's wrong?

My numbers.

Blood pressure?

Cholesterol? Rating.

Rating? I don't see how I can be of any help to you. I need someone.

Someone like you to endorse the Elliot Grayson Healthy and Happy Cookbook.

You're a surgeon.

You've seen the fat clogging people's arteries and choking the very life out

them. I'm a trauma surgeon.

My book could save thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of lives.

Seaweed souffle.

Tofu trifle. An endorsement from you would mean greater credibility, bigger

sales, better time slot, rising ratings, more viewers, and thus fewer deaths

from cardiac arrest.

You know, Mr. Grayson, I do believe in a healthy, well -balanced diet. I knew

it. Just looking at you, I could tell.

But I have to disclose to you, I also own a barbecue restaurant.

Well, I hope you can live with your conscience.

You're looking for me?

Limit the trailers for the fire trucks.

You should see the mess in there.

I know. I think you ought to replace the food that was ruined at my station.

Oh, now, where were we?

Is there any reason why someone might want to harm Marissa Parkhurst?

Only if they knew her.

Come here.

Hey, it's me and Connie.

Just a minute.

This shouldn't take long.

Maybe you could wait somewhere.

In the bus room, perhaps.

Now who's embarrassed, huh?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Cornelia Camille says terrible gossips.

Let's not let them ruin this wonderful relationship before it even gets

Is it my imagination, or are you two even more beautiful in California than

ever were back home?

Do you stay up nights thinking of these little guys, or do they just come to you

on the spur of the moment?

Oh, you flatter me. We came to ask a favor. Give me a cookie, I promise

you anything.

I told you this would work.

We, um, we want to hire your assistant.

Josh? Mm -hmm.

Why? Oh, now, because he's so good.

I know. I would be lost without him. Well, it's your fault that we have to

My fault? Mm -hmm. Well, yes, if you'd not convinced us to leave Tennessee.

We'd still be catering Elks Picnics instead of hosting our own nationally

syndicated television show. And traveling the world to promote our new

With no time at all to do all the good things that a good personal assistant

would take care of.

But if you don't want him to leave... I would never want to stand in his way.

Make him an offer if he wants to go, then bless him.

Renee,

they're ready. Do you know where Connie and Camille are? We're coming.

We'll go and give whoever you got hiding in the bathroom time to come out.

It's heavy.

Now, where were we?

Making promos.

All right, people, now, we're running a little late, so we'll start with you,

Marissa. We'll come up next.

Let's use Dr. Travis just for a change of pace.

Sure, okay, I'm ready.

You want to go around with Marissa, please?

I'm Dr. Travis, inviting you to the Cuisine Channel's Celebrity Chef Cook

featuring, among others, the amazing Marissa Parkhurst.

Perfect for entertaining.

Chicken Marissa, made from my own free -range chicken and vegetables straight

from my garden, presented in my lovely pottery casserole, available through my

catalog along with my lovely hand -loom potholders.

You have your own loom? And a churn and a smokehouse and a wine pretz. You have

a problem with that?

When do you relax?

I'm relaxed right now.

Cut! I need another take. He wrecked it.

I know, I know.

Hello, everybody. I'm Dr. Mark Sloan, inviting you to the Cuisine Channel

Celebrity Chef Cook -Off, featuring those two sassy sisters, Connie and

Carmichael. So, what's cooking today, ladies?

Cornbread. And country fried rabbit with pork rinds and... That's the

best route.

It's a country boy's idea, heaven.

Hello, I'm Dr.

Amanda Bentley, inviting you to the Cuisine Channel Celebrity Chef Cook -Off

with Chef Elliot Grayson.

Couscous with currants and crudités.

Eat this if you want to live till Tuesday.

Inspired. You are very good, Dr. Benton. The camera loves you. Why don't we use

you for Renee as well?

Yeah. You want to take this, Bob? I've got something I've got to take care of.

Oh. Thank you.

Cilantro.

I forgot it.

Josh.

I'm sorry. I remembered everything else. Okay, no problem.

I know something I can do that involves just a little bit of my own special

magic.

Amanda, please.

My own secret formula.

Get ready.

This is the time.

Oh, my God.

You're firing me.

No, why would I fire you?

My ratings are down.

You hate me.

Your ratings are fine for their time slot. Most people don't cook at 3 a .m.

know, and I don't hate you. You brought me a gift basket.

What else could it mean?

Elliot, I am not firing you.

Oh, my God.

Oh, what a cheap play for attention.

Dr. Sloan?

I'm sorry.

No! No, he can't be dead! You have to keep trying!

You keep trying, honey! Amanda, honey.

Amanda.

Well, it'll take an autopsy to be certain, but all the signs point to

anaphylactic shock.

The victim's name is Rene Fontenot. He was flushed, his windpipe swelled shut.

Pretty sure there's fluid in the lungs.

Anaphylactic shock. That'd be caused by a food allergy?

Yeah, he was allergic to shellfish.

Mark is talking to the coroner right now.

But he was very careful. I mean, he never cooked shellfish, never even

it. He was cooking chicken.

He never went near a product or medication with iodine.

He had, uh...

One close call five years ago when he ate some sea bass that had eaten shrimp

and it almost killed him.

He was paranoid about iodine.

That's not all. Just moments before he died, the microwave set exploded.

All right, folks.

Nobody leaves this set without my permission.

I just want to say that if Rene was indeed murdered, I'll do everything in

power to help find the killer.

You and Rene found an overclose? Oh, yeah. He had the highest ratings on my

network. Yeah.

Amanda, the coroner agrees it was most likely anaphylactic shock.

You and, uh, Renee.

We were friends.

Could have been a short.

Somebody could have deliberately sabotaged it.

Yeah.

Yes, you're pretty good with these things. You think you could take a look

it? See if you can figure out what made it explode?

Yeah, it's not exactly brain surgery.

Wear your gloves.

Although I know how to do brain surgery.

Goat cheese!

You put goat cheese on my beautiful crouton?

I told you to use camembert, you cretin!

You will never work in this town again!

If I ever hire another chef who wasn't trained in Paris, just shoot me.

That would be illegal, ma 'am.

I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you seem to have quite a temper.

I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.

Lieutenant Steve Sloan.

Flapdash world, a tenant full of lowlives who wash their colors in with

whites. I have standards and damn little tolerance for people who don't. That's

why I'm so successful.

I'm stern, but I'm fair. I elevate my audience.

But you're not here to talk about my audience, are you?

You and Rene Fontenot, you got along all right?

We met when we were students at the Culinary Institute, and we stayed close

friends ever since.

Then you should know if someone wanted to kill him.

I know you want us to find Rene's killer.

Of course.

You might want to talk to his ex -wife.

Their breakup was pretty volatile.

And where would I find her?

Why, right here at the studio, of course.

He used to be married to Camille Carmichael.

One day in the studio, I overheard Camille and Rene arguing. They didn't

Everybody knew that Rene cheated on her.

Everybody, but poor Camille.

Apparently, one day, the infidelity became so flagrant that even she

ignore it any longer. When I heard them, she was letting him have it with both

barrels. She accused him of stealing some sandwich recipe from her and her

sister. She slapped him.

And she threw a ring at him and stalked off.

How long ago was that?

About a year ago.

That's a lie.

You think that I didn't know from the beginning of my marriage that he was

cheating on me?

We're just trying to get an idea of who might have had a motive for killing Mr.

Fontenot. Are you saying Ms. Parker's story isn't accurate?

She must think I am some simple little country girl with grits for brains.

So you knew he had an affair.

Must have made you angry.

Of course it made me angry at first, but... Oh, who can stay angry at a force

nature, you know what I mean?

Let me tell you, Rene was as completely irresistible to women as a 50 % off shoe

sale.

Look, my sister and I, we grew up with Rene. I knew he could never be faithful,

but... I admit it.

I loved him anyway.

What about the argument that Marissa overheard?

It's true.

I finally had all I could take from Rene. As much as I loved him, I needed a

more stable relationship, but I truly was more sad than angry, and I was

determined that we would remain friends.

So there were no harsh words whatsoever?

It's kind of hard to believe.

Well, I was annoyed at him for taking my recipe for a mufalada sandwich.

Mufalada sandwich? I haven't had one of those in years.

What is Mufalada? Oh, it's like taking New Orleans and distilling it into one

sandwich. That's Mufalada.

Connie and I invented a special remoulade for our muffalada. And when I

galleys of Rene's new cookbook, well, there was the recipe for the remoulade,

our remoulade. Now, when I confronted Rene, he immediately apologized and went

straight to the phone to call his editor to give us credit in his book. If you

don't believe me, check out Chapter 7, Sandwiches from Around the World, page

94, fourth paragraph, third line.

So you didn't slap Rene and stalk off the stage?

We hugged.

We hugged and we kissed goodbye.

One other thing, you know, we weren't on the stage. We were in Renee's trailer.

And if Marissa was there, I'd like to know where the hell she was hiding.

Steve?

Got a minute?

The insulation had been replaced with a flammable material, causing it to catch

fire when she started it up.

So then it was planned.

Not sure what that has to do with Renee's death.

I think maybe Marissa Parkhurst might be able to tell us a little bit about

that.

Miss Parkhurst?

I didn't see her on the set.

I told her not to leave.

Have you seen Marissa Parkhurst? No, she had to come this way.

Well, we'd better split up and find her.

Let it go!

No, it's not yours!

I don't care. It's going to be mine. You can't!

They're private.

Ah, the elusive Miss Parkhurst.

What's that?

It's disgusting.

It's not disgusting. It just really isn't anybody's business.

Fixes of Marissa.

Fixes of lots of women.

Apparently they have nothing to hide.

I'm so embarrassed.

In limber.

Oh, please leave me alone.

Don't go. I didn't mean it.

Were you and Renee in love?

I guess so.

He said he was. I was beginning to.

You didn't tell anybody.

Mark, I wanted to be sure.

I have CJ to think of, and now Dion. I can't just go out there and do whatever.

And if I'm unsure, then it's unfair to the children. And now those awful

photographs.

You didn't... No, no, of course not.

Mark, all those women. I had no idea. I feel so foolish.

No, Mark, I want to stay here.

Look, there's no telling what we might find out about Renee Vaught. No.

why anybody would want to kill him. And whatever it is, you're probably not

going to like it.

Mark, I've already seen the worst. Besides, we still have the promos to do.

Honey, you're emotionally involved.

You should go home. I'm sorry.

I'll take you to your car.

Mark. Seventeen women, all posing with big grands and not much else.

How did he get away with this?

Rene was irresistible.

Women would do whatever he asked.

I don't know a single guy that could get away with this.

What did he have?

I can't describe it, Lieutenant.

There's no formula.

Women know it when they see it.

It's like every woman he met had PMS, and Rene was chocolate.

He conned all these women. It wasn't a con.

It was our pleasure, Detective.

Believe me.

What I find hard to believe is that none of you were jealous.

I suppose I was.

At least a little bit.

I envied Camille.

Obviously, they could be together whenever they wanted.

We had to hide. I hated it, sneaking in and out of his trailer like some cat

burglar in heat.

Camille told us that she broke up with Rene in his trailer, not on stage.

You were there, weren't you?

In the bathroom.

You can't tell Keith about this. He doesn't know.

Why would your producer care if you and Rene were romancing each other?

He's... Well, you know it.

He's my husband.

Have you seen my dad? No. No, listen. Please, please, tell me that you're

to let my people go home.

They're getting edgiest hostages, and it's driving me crazy. I'm sorry, not

But there's a question I need to ask you. What?

It may not be easy to answer. Oh, no. Detective, I am a producer. There are no

hard questions.

Except maybe, uh, why are your ratings going down?

Okay. Uh, did you know your wife had an affair with Rene?

Well, I knew this would come out. Yeah, I knew that. Yeah.

I think every woman that Rene ever met, he slept with.

Oh,

God. Now, you don't think I had anything to do with this, Dad.

Jealousy is a pretty powerful motive for murder.

Unless you're saying you just didn't care. Of course I cared.

You know, I care like you care when a thunderstorm rains out your golf game.

really wish it hadn't happened, but there's nothing you can do about that.

wife is hardly a golf game, and Rene wasn't rained.

Detective, I am a limited man.

I have two things in my life that I enjoy. My beautiful and accomplished

and my oldest friend, Rene.

Now, if I'd have lost my temper about their having had an affair, then I would

have lost them both.

And how would that have served my life better?

Still in the heat of the moment. No, there's no heat. There's no heat. I told

you, he was my oldest friend.

We started business together.

We were younger then.

Yeah, we worked together in this hole -in -the -wall dive in an alley in New

Orleans. Try and tell, it wasn't very refined.

If it was burgers and beans, they would eat it.

Yeah, we had a great time. We even roomed together.

Yeah, and we planned our glorious futures over beer and grits breakfasts.

Happy times.

Those were the days, my friend.

Those were the days.

Well, Rene's dead.

And I want you to find his killer, but that doesn't give you the right to

my private life. We're not exposing anything, Miss Carmichael. We're

investigating the murder.

Anything you say will be between us.

Okay, yes, I had an affair with Rene.

Well, several of them, actually.

Sort of off and on.

Renee wasn't really a steady Eddie.

You kept this affair a secret?

Well, absolutely.

Now, all this happened before Camille and Renee were married.

And then, again, a little after they were separated. But still, if she knew,

would probably throw the hissy fit of all time.

And you were afraid she'd be so mad that she might do something stupid, like

kill you or Renee.

Oh, no.

She's my sister. I just, I didn't want to hurt her.

He's an idiot.

For being with Renee or for letting him take your picture?

Oh, no, nobody ever regretted being with Renee. Ever.

No matter how it ended.

So, I suppose this officially makes me a suspect, huh?

No more or less than anybody else in this album.

You know, your sister said that you and she went to school with Renee.

Ah, yes.

So where did that French accent come from?

Pretension.

See, to begin with, his name was not Rene Fontenot. No, it was Don Eddie

Wolfstein, and he is from Memphis, not New Orleans.

See, his parents both worked, so he was always over to our house, and even then,

he was just such a cute little scamper. You would not believe the things he got

away with.

So you must have known him when he and Keith Don were partners in a restaurant.

Partners? Well, who told you they were partners? No, no.

Keith was the boss, and he treated Renee like a slave.

I mean, my Lord, he made Renee do all the dirty work, and he paid him next to

nothing. But Renee got even.

How'd he do that?

Oh, after Keith's restaurant burned down, he started the Cuisine Channel on

shoestring. But see, by that time, Donny Wolfstein had become Renee Fontenot,

with a reputation for being a hot Cajun cook.

So when Keith offered him a show on the channel, Renee just smiled and made him

pay through the nose.

Steve, come quick. We found something.

Amanda, what the hell are you doing there?

I thought we told you to go home.

You did, but then I remembered something that might be a clue. And Mark asked

me, well, what is it? And I said, I'm not going to tell you unless you let me

stay and help find Renee's killer.

Look, all right, I get it.

Everybody, you can go back in the stage and just let us handle this. We're all

involved in this. Well, that's right. I have a right to know. But if you've

discovered something, we all ought to know what it is.

Well, I wasn't expecting a crowd.

You sure got one.

Everybody just wait out here.

Well, apparently when Amanda was waiting here in the bathroom, she noticed this

wooden panel was pulled loose from the base.

Well, Rene was a fastidious man.

Fastidious? He never would have accepted shoddy finished work.

We came back to have a look.

Have you touched this? I haven't even breathed on it.

No, as soon as we saw it, I came and got you.

What is it?

What's inside?

Where'd Rene get that kind of money?

Are you dense?

He was obviously blackmailing someone.

Rene wouldn't do that. You're right. Rene's a lover, not a thief.

He had plenty of money. He didn't have to blackmail anybody.

And he wouldn't have.

He was an honest man.

You know, it may or may not be blackmail, but see if you may want to

Rene's bank records.

Jesse, would you check something for me?

Sure, what do you need?

I'm surprised.

Food is very popular.

Everybody's got to eat.

But it's not like anybody's going to starve if they don't use our recipes,

know. I mean, who's going to buy the cuisine channel without the great Rene

Fontenot? No wonder you remain friends.

Rene's been your biggest asset, hasn't he? Oh, yeah. I told you I didn't kill

him. But, you know, I think I might know who did.

Yeah, because one day last week I was walking to my office and I heard Elliot

and Rene arguing.

I mean, they were screaming so loud they didn't even notice me.

Elliot was raving at Rene about his cream cuisine, calling him a cholesterol

killer.

And then Rene said that Elliot was this jealous because he was the star of the

show before Rene came.

Now, losing two of my chefs is certainly going to kill any deal to sell this

channel. But, you know, I thought I owed it to Rene to tell you.

Liar! Liar! Damn liar!

Let me go on. Keith, tell me the truth. Look, you're not going anywhere near Mr.

Dunn. Mr. Grayson, you tell us. We'll take care of Keith Dunn. I wasn't the

who argued with Rene. It was Keith.

Actually, it was more like a brawl. They were throwing things and yelling about

who had done more for the other one. Can you imagine two grown men acting like

hoodlums? Keith threatened to fire Rene. Rene said, go ahead.

The Kuzmin channel would go down the drain without him.

Is that all?

What more do you want?

It was far back.

Of course, I would expect that sort of behavior from them.

Keith in particular is quite the insensitive boy.

Do you know what he did to me today?

No, but I expect you'll tell us. Not two hours ago, he gave me an expensive

gift. That would certainly frost me.

Pate, cheese, red wine. I would rather eat meals than peanuts.

Lucy, I'll make you live with my husband. You didn't know you were dead.

I saw your picture in his album. Oh, I couldn't win my husband.

Stop it, Ted. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Renee is dead and all you can do is bicker about who had him last.

She slept with my husband.

Well, he wasn't your husband at the time. It doesn't matter.

What matters is Renee is dead and someone here killed him.

Lieutenant Sloan here.

In case you haven't figured it out, darling, she's another member of the

I beg your pardon, I'm not a member of any club. Are you saying you didn't have

an affair with Renee?

Well, I might have.

Probably would have, but it wasn't just a, you know... Oh, well, it wasn't for

any of us either. Honey, that was just Renee.

All right, thanks.

The coroner finished the autopsy. You were right.

Fontenot died of anaphylactic shock.

Iodine. Where did it come from?

They analyzed all the ingredients he used and found it in his shaker of

Rene's famous magique was full of iodine. Now, who handed the magique to

I did.

You're not really a suspect, but I can't let you go yet. I'm sorry.

We'll get this worked out.

I know.

Steve, I just remembered something.

As soon as I came into the studio, it happened.

There was a lot of confusion, and my first instinct was to make sure Rene was

all right.

But he wasn't in his kitchen set.

Josh was.

He didn't think anyone was looking, and I didn't think anything of it at the

time. But I saw Josh.

take Rene's magique and remove some of the secret formula and pour it into

another bottle and take it away.

That's a lie.

She's just saying it so you won't think that she did it.

That formula is worth a fortune.

Manufacturers have been after Rene for years to last in it.

Rene Fontenot's magique. More famous than the Colonel's nine herbs and

Mail available. You know what? The company that makes it strikes gold. But

he won't interest it.

Why are you suggesting that Josh stole the formula to have it analyzed so he

could sell it? I'm telling you, I didn't do it.

Well, if you did, you were in for a big disappointment.

Magic's a scam.

A secret spice is my foot. It's salt.

Kosher salt, sea salt, table salt, every other kind of salt in all of it.

Colored with vegetable title. Look exotic.

You mean Josh stole salt?

It's time for you to complain, Josh.

You rigged the microwave to create a diversion so you could steal the

All right, yes, I did it.

I shorted off the microwave and I stole the magique. Why?

Rene wouldn't sell it, which didn't make sense. It's not like he was rolling in

bucks. So you saw an opportunity to steal from your uncle and you just took

You think I don't feel guilty?

I think you feel caught.

I didn't kill him. I swear I didn't. Well, maybe your uncle found out you

the formula.

Maybe he fired you.

Maybe you got angry and killed him so you could keep the formula. No.

I loved my uncle.

Everybody did.

Be sure to mention that to the jury.

Well, Steve, listen, before we arrest anybody, maybe we ought to talk.

Is there someplace private we could go? And could I get a chalkboard, some

chalk?

Now, Renee was having an affair with Connie.

Either before or after he was married to her sister, Camille.

Yeah. Which was either before or after...

Renee had an affair with Marissa, which was during the same time Marissa was

married to Keith Dunn.

Makes you wonder how they had time to cook.

What's worse is they all lie and contradict each other. Think it was

Hey, I've got it. What is it?

Yeah, I think I know what happened.

Uh, can everyone gather around?

It's important.

I'm losing money every minute I stand here.

Can't you ever think of anyone but yourself?

Why would I?

Is anybody else thinking about me?

You know, if we could just focus here for a second. I think Dr. Sloan wants to

say something.

Thank you, Jessie.

Let's not be talking about lies.

Now, each one of you told a lie.

Yes, you did.

With one thing in common. You all lied about your personal lives.

One exception.

Keith Dunn lied about his business.

That got me curious.

So I asked my colleague, Dr. Travis, to do a little research.

Keith, you said that your restaurant was doing well.

But the truth is, that neighborhood had changed a lot, and your business was

declining, seriously.

And on top of that, you weren't the sole owner.

You were up to your neck in debt to some investors who wanted their money back.

Where is this leading, Dr. Sloan?

To the mysterious fire that burned your restaurant down.

It was terrible. It was devastating.

Oh, I doubt that.

You collected that insurance money and left town.

Your investors didn't get a dime.

And you put every nickel of it into the cuisine channel.

That little fire made you a fortune, didn't it, Keith? If you're insinuating

that I had anything to do with that fire... I'm not insinuating. I know you

The authorities investigated that fire.

And there was no evidence that it was anything but an accident.

But someone did, didn't they?

Dr. Sloan, are you implying that Renee was blackmailing Keith?

Well, the money was in Renee's trailer. It's a pretty obvious assumption, you

know. Renee would never do that. He's just not the type.

Yeah, I thought that too.

So I had Steve do a little checking for me. There were no bank deposits to

suggest that Renee had any source of income outside of his job. Well, I told

you. And then I realized that there was somebody else who had access to Renee's

trailer.

Josh, you pretty much came and went as pleased, didn't you?

I wasn't blackmailing anybody.

Well, the money was in the trailer, and you had access to the trailer.

And if Rene wasn't blackmailing anybody... No,

it's true. He was. He was blackmailing me. Been blackmailing me for the last

months. Keith, shut up. No, no, I won't.

He said Rene sent him. Josh said that Rene wanted everything handled through

Josh. He said it was Rene. You lied.

It was you.

Well, Rene made me do it.

He said he'd fire me if I didn't. Oh, wouldn't you know it. It's all the dead

guy's fault. It's true.

Okay, Josh, let's say that Renee was the brains behind the organization. You

were just a dupe.

After Renee died, why didn't you tell us about the blackmail?

Well, I thought maybe... You thought maybe you'd take the money. I can

understand that.

But then after we found the money and you couldn't have it, why didn't you

us then?

I told you Josh was the blackmailer.

Renee found out.

Josh killed him.

No.

I thought so, too. But then I remember something that Amanda said.

Just minutes before Renee died, he was praising Josh and hoping that Connie and

Camille wouldn't hire him away.

That's true.

So you were the one in the bathroom this time.

Oh, that's no big deal. I mean, so what? I mean, Renee just didn't want to

expose Josh yet.

Possibly. But then there's still the matter of the gift basket.

What gift basket?

A gift basket that Keith took to Elliot's trailer.

It was expensive, wasn't it, Elliot?

If you like that sort of thing. Which you didn't.

It was full of cheese and pate and red wine, foods that Elliot thinks are

and would never eat.

Never!

Yeah.

Keith knew that, too.

But he also knew that cheese and pate and red wine was Rene's idea of heaven.

I saw several bottles of that same expensive Bordeaux in his trailer.

You're saying the basket was intended for Rene? Well, that's ridiculous. If

was blackmailing me, why would I bring him a gift basket?

Oh, you weren't. The basket was just an excuse in case somebody saw you going in

there. Because you knew after Rene died, we'd all be in there searching that

trailer. You wanted to get your money back before anybody found it.

Unfortunately for you, after the fire, all the trailers were moved to let the

fire trucks in.

They were all put back, but not in the same place.

You went into Elliot's trailer.

Thinking it was Renee's. I knew it.

I knew you didn't care about me.

You're going to replace me with those Japanese ginsu chefs, hmm?

As soon as I can.

Dr. Sloan, your speculations are very entertaining.

And if I weren't the subject, I'd applaud.

But you can't prove any of it.

You certainly can't prove that I killed Renee, and you can't prove that I was

anywhere near that bottle of magic.

Except for one thing.

When the sprinklers came on, the magic bottle got wet. And when you switched

magic bottle for that one that was full of iodine... Josh, would you show us the

palm of your right hand?

Rene hand -colored all his own labels.

And when Josh grabbed it, that wet dye came right off on his palm.

Uh, Keith, could we see your right palm?

He was a scoundrel.

But he was worth every minute you spent with him.

I don't know.

Oh, I do.

When you were with Renee, everything went from black and white to glorious

technique color.

Yeah, I can't think of one way my life was made better. By just knowing him.

he lied to you.

He lied to all of you. Oh.

I wouldn't say he lied. He just didn't tell each of us everything we wanted to

know.

But he did tell us what we need to hear.

He said he loved her, honey. He did.

And one for you.

A toast.

To Rene Fontenot.

One of a kind.

To Rene. To Rene.

To Renee.